#he is still crying but- having Billy next to him comforting him

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how slasher reacts that s/o is rude and hot-tempered with everyone but with him he becomes sweet and kind ?? (pleaseee do Tommy)

Slashers x Rude Reader

Micheal Myers:

•Honestly whatever

•He thinks it's a little funny when you're sassy or bitchy with people

•He chill with almost whatever you do

•Loves feeling like He's the only person in your world (He's toxic like that)

•giving only him your affection sends every happy chemical to his brain

•No matter what your relationship, He wants to be the only one

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•You give these boys whiplash

•One second you're yelling at somebody, and the next you're giggling and laughing with them

•However watching you blow up at a guy for flirting with you is enough to make them stay

•If you're also a Ghostface, they're putting you on phone duty. They love your sassy one-liners

•They both back you up all the time, whether you're wrong or right

•these boys are real ride or dies (You did watch the movie right?)

Thomas Hewitt:

•Confused

•He has no idea how you can switch up so fast

•He loves how kind you are to him, But watching you be mean to everybody else makes his head spin

•On one hand he loves being around you, and you are truly his best friend. On the other, he doesn't know How you even became friends in the first place at times

•Your smile is enough to remind him though

•But he also knows that your mouth is going to get you in trouble, So he's double protective

Bubba Sawyer:

•Another case of whiplash

•But at least you get to stand up and fit in with his brothers

•they're the rudest people he knows, So at least he knows that you're truly part of the family

•And someone has to tell the cashier he ordered no pickles, And it's not going to be him

•Loves seeing your ‘soft’ side (It makes him feel special and trusted)

Bo Sinclair:

•Loves it

•Couldn’t be more proud

•Watching you snap at travelers is enough to put hearts in his eyes

•He cheers you on while you verbally brawl with others

•Sometimes wishes you're that bitchy with him (But then he remembers all the people you made cry, and prefers not to be on that receiving end)

Vincent Sinclair:

•A little unsettled by the deja vu he gets

•You remind him so much of his brother that it bothers him to a degree

•Then you're so sweet to him and he forgets that feeling for a while

•However he will have a mini crisis by how many rude people are in his life….or were

•Asks you to try and be a little nicer to people, while also giving you permission to have screaming matches with Bo (You leave poor Lester out of it!)

Lester Sinclair:

•He kind of needs someone to stand up for him

•someone has to set his brother's straight, and it sure ain't going to be him

•views you like a guard dog

•He's so grateful for it too

•Tries to repay you by taking you the scenic routes if you tag along with him for work

Billy Lenz:

•Whenever he's fed up he hands you the phone line

•Another slasher that cheers you on

•Scream at the sorority girls all you want, no matter what he'll be behind you with imaginary pom-poms

•And when you turn around and look at him with affection, it makes him melt

•Will be snuggled up to your mid section with you curse a bitch out

•If you literally weren't the only person in his life, you'd be a little concerned that you are his comfort person

Brahms Heelshire:

•as long as you're not rude to him, whatever

•kind of loves it, but will not admit it

•It makes him less prone to jump out and grab people

•Will still snatch a hoe if needed, but he loves to watch you take care of ‘pests’

•Sassing the grocery Boy is a sure way to get Brahms to do whatever you want

•It just makes him feel secure, heard, and understood

Hannibal Lecter:

•Be honest with yourself

•You do not have Will Graham privileges

•You're going in the soup

•om nom nom nom 😋

Will Graham:

•another case of: whatever don't care

•(Not) The rudest couple in town

•You've both mastered the “Bitch Please” Look

•Hannibal tries telling Will that you are bad influence, Will doesn't listen and does not care

•you're as sweetest can be to him and feed his puppies, that is enough for him

The Lost Boys:

•You fit right in

•What other possible qualifications would you need to have to join the residential sassy, vampire, biker, club??

•Watching you curse out a clumsy Tourist makes their day

•David Loves to stand back and watch you ruin a sleazy dudes day

•Dwayne tries to reel you in when you go to far, but will mostly let you do your thing

•Paul and Marko Are your personal cheerleaders through and through! Right or wrong!

•But walking around the boardwalk, terrorizing tourists, spending time together in the cave, and overall spending time with them Really solidifies your place in the gang!

Thanks for Reading!

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Casual.

summary: Y/N finds out Chris has been sleeping with other girls when she thought they were something more than a casual thing. He ends up finding her next to a waterfall drunk and high out of her mind.

warnings: toxic Chris! smoking,drinking mentioned. nudity but no smut

this is all just fiction don’t take anything serious!

I follow Chris to his room with his phone in my hand. Tears streaming down my face. “L-look at the picture she sent me, Chris!” It was a picture of Chris sleeping naked in another girl's bed with a sheet covering his waist down and his arm resting above his head. He groans and looks at the ceiling fan. “Y/n! Have I ever asked you to be my girlfriend?” My heart is beating so fast. “No but-”

“But nothing! We’re nothing, y/n! We’re just casual!” that one word was like a stab to the heart. I can’t stop my tears from streaming down my face. I look at him in disbelief. “Casual? Was it casual when you took my virginity? Was it casual when I was the first girl you’ve introduced to your parent’s?” My voice breaking with every other word that’s coming out of my mouth. He rolls his eyes and looks at me. “It’s not my fault that you were stupid enough to think this was something more than casual.” I can feel the lump in my throat trying to stop me from crying.

“Fuck you, Chris.” I’ve never cussed before, especially not at a person, but I didn’t know any other words to express my feelings. “You know what your problem is? You’re too fucking needy. It’s pathetic. Seriously.” he scoffs.

Matt comes through the door when he hears us arguing. “Okay if we’re so ‘Casual’.” I grab Matt’s shirt and kiss him. I whisper a quick sorry before I slam Chris’s door. I grab my keys from the table and wave to Nick. “See ya.”

I slam my car door and try to slow down my breathing. I look in the center console and find three joints I stole from Chris. I’ve never had a reason to smoke but i’ve always wanted to try it. I pull out the driveway and start heading towards a gas station. I put my phone on Do Not Disturb as I hear phone calls spamming me.

Before I exit my car, I look in the mirror and try to wipe off the mascara under my eyes. I put on some lip gloss to try to look presentable. I close my car door and head inside. I decide to get my comfort snacks: goldfish, takis, Oreos, and a fruit punch to drink. As I’m passing the drinks, I notice the alcohol.

I grab a drink and put it in my basket with my snacks. I pay at the front and go back to my car. I connect my phone to the car to play Billie Eilish and fill the silence. I’m not sure where I’m going, but I keep going straight. I’m trying not to think about anything until I get somewhere to avoid spiraling.

I remember a waterfall I used to go to and decided to go there. I check the time, and it’s close to midnight, so nobody should be there. I park my car, get my tote bag from the backseat, and pack all the stuff. I open the goldfish and take a handful to my mouth. I fold my blanket so it fits in my bag.

I look in the center console for a lighter and see one that’s wrapped in a picture of me in lingerie. Chris gave it to me so we can match. I stare at it for a second and feel the lump in my throat start to form again. I sigh out loud and throw the lighter in my bag. I grab my phone to use the flash and start hiking. I know this path like the back of my hand.

As I walked, I decided to check the notifications I’d gotten, and it was a mix of Matt and Nick—none from Chris. A part of me knew he wouldn’t try to call, but there was still this little piece of me that had hope. After what feels like hours i’m finally at the top where I have the perfect view of the waterfall.

I sit down under a tree and take in the view. As I hear the water splash as it hits the rocks below me. I wrap myself in my blanket and turn on some music. I turn my phone over so a dim light shines. I continue eating my goldfish and start thinking about the events earlier. ‘you were stupid enough to think this is something more than casual’

When I met his parents, their eyes lit up as if I was the first girl they’d ever seen with him. When I was having a bad day, he would come to my house with my favorite snacks, and we’d watch movies while I’d rest my head on his chest and he told me everything would be okay.

Was that all really just casual and I was delusional?

I look through my bag and find the joints. I put one in my mouth and light it up. I inhale for a few seconds and let it sit before I exhale. I started coughing. Obviously, being new to this, my lungs weren’t used to smoke. I start drinking the fruit punch and eventually recover. I open up all my snacks and lay them out so I can easily grab them. I see the bottle of liquor and just stare.

I’ve never drank before either. I say fuck it and open the bottle. The drink burns my throat as it goes down. “Ew!” I say out loud. I start laughing out loud. As I hit the joint more the snacks are tasting like i’m eating a piece of heaven. The song ‘L'AMOUR DE MA VIE’ starts playing and I take a huge swig of the liquor .

“So you found her! Now go fall in love!” I sing and wave my hand out as those lyrics are sung.

couple hours later

I can barely keep my head up. I’m so tired. I pick up my phone for the first time since I got out the car. My vision is blurry and I can’t read the messages.

Chris<3

Where the fuck are you?

a bunch of missed calls from the triplets. I’m too tired to care. I use my tote as a pillow and throw the blanket over me. I stare at the waterfall and I’ve never felt more calm in my life. It’s as if my mind let me have a break from itself. I put another Oreo in my mouth but i’m too tired to chew so it slips out and lands on the grass. “Just five minutes.” I close my eyes to fall asleep.

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I feel like I’m flying. My hair is all over the place. I smile and stretch my arms out. I open my eyes, and I’m met with beautiful blue ones. He’s carrying me bridal style. “Hi, handsome.” I slur my words. My head falls back. I look up to see the night sky that’s covered in stars. “You know how dangerous this is?” Chris says with a stern voice. I laugh at him. “If you were a dwarf, you’d be grumpy.” I laugh historically, squinting my eyes.

He gets to his car, and Matt’s in the driver's seat. Chris is in the back, and he lets me lay my head on his lap. “Wait, don’t close the door-” I lean over and throw up. I try to grab all my hair, but strands are stuck to my face. I feel a hand grip my hair to get it out of my way. I wipe my mouth, and Matt hands me a water bottle. “Thanks,” I whisper. “How’d you find me?”

“I have your location.” I scoff. “And he says we’re casual,” I tell Matt. I can’t comprehend what he replied. I don’t feel like talking. I can’t think straight. It might be the drugs in my system or the alcohol. I lay in his lap silently, staring at the back of the passenger seat. I feel him playing with my hair. Tears start trickling my eyes.

I hit his hand to stop doing that. “Don’t touch me.” He scoffs. “What’s your problem?” I sit up and immediately get dizzy. I rub my eyes, smearing whatever’s left of my mascara. “Don’t do all this shit, then just call whatever this is ‘casual,’ Chris. Because I know for a fact if this was the other way around, you’d be just as hurt.”

He’s quiet, jaw clenched. “I’ll prove it to you. Matt, pull over.” I take my shirt off. “Woah woah-” Okay, maybe not the best Idea, I tell myself. “Put your shirt back on. Jesus.” Chris pulls my shirt down. I bite my lip, trying not to laugh, still feeling the effects of the weed.

We pull up to the driveway. “What about my car?” It completely slipped my mind until I felt the keys in my pocket. “I’ll pick it up tomorrow.” Matt opens the door and holds out his hand. “Thanks.” I take his hand, and he helps me down. “You’re gonna have to sleep in Chris’s room.” I wave a hand in Matt’s face. “I’ll take the couch.” I go through the front door and run to the couch, tripping over my foot. “The fuck is wrong with her?” Nick says. “She’s high,drunk, all the above.”

“Hi Nick, want an Oreo?” he sighs and holds out his hand. I take an Oreo out of my bra and give it to him. “Ew!” he throws the cookie on the floor. I start laughing so hard tears are coming out my eyes.

“Alright, come here. You need to change.” I follow Chris to his room. I sit on his bed while he looks through his closet. He throws me one of my black lace bras and a pair of shorts. “What kind of pajamas are these?” He throws sweats and a shirt at my face. “What the?” I laugh. He turns around, and I strip in front of him while holding eye contact. I throw on the sweats and T-shirt. I fall back on the bed and watch him turn on the light.

He takes off his shirt, leaving him in just his pajama pants, and gets into bed. He holds me in his arms and kisses my head. “Casual, my ass,” I mumble into his arm. “Go to sleep,y/n.”

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A/N : thank you for reading this was inspired by the song ‘Casual’ by chappell roan.

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Stranger Than Fiction

Part 28: Games

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Slowburn)

Part 1,... (Masterlist)...Part 28, Part 29 (Coming Soon)...

AN: lol I'm back on my bullshit. Word Count: 3,874 Warnings: allusions to abuse

It’s a short ride. Neither of you speak, allowing the music to fill the space between you. It’s comfortable. You listen to each song as the cassette plays through the specific mix curated by its maker. Max had shown you a few of these ‘mixtapes' Billy had made the day you waited with her. You don’t fully understand how he’s able to get each song to seamlessly blend into the next despite the variation in artists and rhythms. 

Then a song comes on that grabs your attention. It’s the same loud tune, a guitar continuously strumming along with the beat of drums and bass. The thing that stands out to you are the lyrics. 

“People think I’m insane,  because I’m frowning all the time…  I need someone to show me the things in life that I can’t find I can’t see the things that make true happiness,  I must be blind.”

“Who sings this?” You ask, glancing sidelong at Billy. 

“Black Sabbath.” He tells you, keeping his eyes ahead. “It’s one of their older songs but it still holds up.” He explains pulling to a stop in front of his house. When he moves to cut the engine your hand reflexively grabs his wrist, stopping him. 

“Wait. I want to hear the rest.” You tell him, using your other hand to turn up the volume.   Billy doesn’t fight you, watching you in silence as you listen to the rest of the song. 

“Make a joke and I will sigh And you will laugh and I will cry Happiness I cannot feel And love to me is so unreal… I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could, but it’s too late”

Your heart gives an uncomfortable squeeze for a beat as the song ends. There is a tense moment before the next song begins where you notice Billy's pulse under your fingertips. You don’t know why you're squeezing Billy’s wrist so tightly. You slowly uncurl your fingers, sitting back in your seat. The lyrics bounce around in your mind as you sit there. Billy finally cuts the engine, ending the music as well. 

“You okay?” Billy finally asks, lifting a brow. You nod.

“Yea, it’s just weird. How something can sound so loud and angry but under it all it’s actually really sad.” You explain. “Like a cry for help.” Billy’s lips quirk up slightly.

“Maybe that’s what they were going for?” He says. “Music is just another way to tell a story. I’m surprised you’re not more into it.” He tells you, moving to exit the car. “If you thought that was good I’ll have to show you some Bon Jovi.” He goes on as you follow him out of the car and up the steps towards the house. “I’m assuming you have no idea who that is.” Billy says with a smirk. 

“Yea yea, save it. Max already thinks I’ve been living under a rock for the past 17 years.” You reply with an eye roll. Billy huffs a laugh. 

“That little shit wouldn’t know dick about music if it weren’t for me.” He says, pulling out his keys. His words are harsh but there is no heat to them. 

“Well this is a first.” You quip as he unlocks and opens the front door, stepping to the side to let you enter first. “A whole different experience than coming in though the window.” You joke, stepping into the house. 

“We can always go around back if you’d feel more comfortable.” He jokes back, following you in. You take a moment to really look around as Billy closes and bolts the door behind you. You’ve never been in this part of the house, only glimpsing at it through windows. It’s not a large space and it’s clear that 4 people occupy the small domicile. Bits and pieces of everyones lives are scattered around. 

“I think I’m good.” You reply. You notice that there is a clear clash in interior design through the house. The free weights contrast with the decorative rug under them. Beer cans stacked next to decorative shell decor on the mantle. Someone had tried to make this house a home, but there was something off. It felt like two personalities were struggling to mesh into a comfortable middle, it was unstable, chaotic. 

Billy moves around you to lead you deeper into the house but before you can move any further Max’s voice calls from her room. 

“Billy, I need to go to the arcade! Where did you-oh.” She stops short seeing you in the living room. For some reason it feels like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t, a pit of anxiety taking root in your stomach. 

“Hey Max.” You greet, giving her a half wave. She just watches you skeptically. Her narrowed eyes dart between you and Billy. 

“What’s your malfunction?” Billy snaps after the silence lasts a moment longer than is comfortable. 

“Are you two dating?” Max asks bluntly. 

“What?!” Both you and Billy ask in unison. You share a confused glance before turning back to Max. Your face heats exponentially. 

“Mind your own business you little shit.” Billy bites at the same time you try to explain. 

“He’s tutoring me in history.” A smirk, eerily similar to Billy’s, spreads across Max’s face. 

“Is that what they call it these days?” She asks, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall, a taunting lift in her brow. 

“If you want a ride, I would shut the hell up.” Billy says sternly, narrowing his eyes at the redhead. 

“Jeez, learn how to take a joke.” Max huffs with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. She ducks back into her room, leaving you and Billy in the living room. Billy just shakes his head, clenching his jaw as he heads for his room. 

“I swear if her attitude gets any worse Neil is going to lose his shit.” He mumbles, pushing his hair back from his forehead. “Be ready in 20 minutes!” He yells after her. The only confirmation that she heard him comes in the form of a dramatic groan. 

“That’s how all kids are at that age. I was so argumentative my mom and I didn’t have a pleasant interaction for weeks at a time, and don’t get me started on Hopper. I’m pretty sure I took years off his life with my attitude.” You chuckle fondly at the memory of your painful growing years. 

“Sometimes being a kid isn’t a good enough excuse.” Billy replies calmly. Your stomach twists uncomfortably remembering how Neil had looked at his own son that night not so long ago. 

“Neil and Susan are in Indianapolis Christmas shopping, so I’m playing chauffeur for the day.” Billy explains, entering his room and heading straight for the bed, flopping down on it. 

“I don’t mind helping watch her.” You offer without much thought. You hover in the doorway, suddenly nervous about being in his room alone with him. It’s not like you had never been in his room alone before, you spent many nights sitting across from him on the bed pouring over history lessons, keeping your voices low to not wake anyone else in the house. But something about being here in the daylight, not sneaking around, it makes your stomach swirl. You glance around, his room looks the same as it always does. Bed half made, cigarette butts stamped out in the ashtray next to the cassettes on the nightstand. You do notice that there is now a small dent in the wall next to the mirror, but you can’t be sure that it wasn’t always there.

“Neil would kick my ass if he knew I pawned my responsibility off on you.” Billy explains, propping himself up on his elbow to see you. You absentmindedly skim your fingers over the outside of the doorframe.

“It’s not ‘pawning’ them off on me. We would do it together.” You reason with him. Your fingers catch on something cold and metal on the outside of the doorframe. Leaning back to glance at what you’re touching you see the latch of a lock. Glancing at the outer side of the door you see the other half of the latch. Something cold prickles down your spine.

This isn’t just a teenager wanting privacy, the way this latch is set up, it would function to lock the door from the outside. Why would anyone need that? Your mind struggles to make sense of it. 

“He wouldn’t see it that way.” He tells you flatly. 

“Then don’t tell him.” You say simply, stepping fully into the room. “I’ll help you out today and I’ll be gone by the time they get home. “ you explain, sitting gently on the edge of the bed next to his legs. “Just like when we painted the porch.” You remind him. You watch something dance behind his eyes at the memory from this summer that feels like a hundred years ago. “Consider it part of my tutoring payment. I know the food isn’t a fair trade.” You insist. When he finally nods, giving in, you have to smile. 

“Fine. But only because the idea of dealing with a prepubescent she-devil by myself makes me want to stick needles in my brain… and leaving her alone is not an option.” He tells you, sitting up next to you. His thigh presses against yours, and the proximity sends sparks over your nerves. 

Remembering the promise you made yourself before leaving home you try to scoot away to put some distance between your bodies. Billy notices the movement immediately. 

“Oh sorry, am I making you nervous?” He asks, leaning in even closer, one of his arms going behind your back. He’s not touching you, but he’s close enough that you can feel him if you lean back even slightly. You struggle to hold his gaze.

“No.” You say simply, not trusting your voice to say more without shaking. 

“You sure?” He asks, lifting a brow. You feel him lean in even closer, you swear you can feel the heat coming off of him. You force yourself to hold his gaze and remain still, fighting the urge to pull away. Like a game of personal space chicken.

“I’m fine.” You practically whisper, your voice sounding too loud with how close he is. When he chuckles you can feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek. His eyes shift between yours. You can see the flecks of green in his sky blue iris. Your breath mingles with his and you smell his last cigarette mixed with spearmint gum. You swallow thickly, gritting your teeth together in defiance. 

“You can tell me if you’re not.” Billy insists, his voice just as soft. He’s flirting but you can hear the seriousness laced in his tone. He’s making sure you know he’ll stop, if you ask. Something about that knowledge eases the panic in you. Shifting slightly you tilt your chin up, watching him the way he always looks at you.

“I’m okay.” You say more confidently. You see his adams apple bob as he swallows, his eyes seeming to darken. His gaze flickers to your parted lips so quickly you think you imagined it. Your mouth suddenly goes dry, your stomach flipping at the memory of what his lips felt like against you-

“Right, that’s what ‘not dating’ looks like.” Max’s voice calls loudly from the doorway. You feel like a bucket of ice water has just been poured over your head as you pull away from Billy. Embarrassment floods through you as Billy leaps from the bed lunging towards the door. 

“Fuck off!” He yells, slamming the door closed. 

“I still need a ride!” Max yells from outside the door, pounding on it for emphasis. Billy’s shoulders are tense as he stands with his back to you, his arms braced against the door. You see him take a deep breath, then another, bowing his head as he lowers his arms, slightly adjusting the waistband of his jeans. 

“You sure you want in on this shit show?” He asks, turning to lean back against the door. Max pounds on the door again, shaking its frame. You manage a dry laugh, trying to shove all the mortifying shame you feel into the back of your mind. 

“Oh this is nothing. Try telling Mike Wheeler a campaign needs to end early. Kid turns into a gremlin.” You tell him, pushing yourself off the bed. Billy lifts a brow. 

“I’m more surprised that you know what a gremlin is.” He admits teasingly. You roll your eyes. 

“I do have a life outside of this room you know.” You tell him. You won’t admit that the only reason you know the plot of gremlins is because Steve insisted on catching you up on all the big hits you had missed while you were in the hospital, not that you had actually seen it in theaters. 

Billy watches you approach with a healthy dose of skepticism. 

“Come on Hargrove, put on a brave face. I hear they can smell fear.” You joke, clapping a hand on his shoulder. 

“I’m going to be late!” Max yells, pounding harder. 

“Be my guest Loca, I always knew you had a death wish.” Billy says with a smirk. Your heart pounds at the memory of your first meeting. It feels like a million years ago, like you were an entirely different person, and looking at Billy’s confident smirk, the teasing glint in his eyes, you wonder if he’s a different person now too. 

Without another word, Billy whips open the door to reveal a very agitated Max.

“Finally!” She exclaims, turning on her heel striding towards the front door, her bag already slung over her shoulder. Billy shoots you a look over his shoulder before following after her. 

“Hey, Max?” You call, slipping in front of Billy to catch up to her. She only glances at you, still heading for the door. “Do you mind if I tag along to the arcade?” You ask. Your words cause her to halt, turning to face you with the full force of her scrutinizing glare. You feel Billy come to a stop behind you, her eyes dart to him before returning to you. 

“Did he ask you to babysit me?” She asks indignantly. 

“No!” You say, throwing your hands up. “I just thought you could teach me some stuff. I’m not very good and I hear you kick the boys' butts on a regular basis.” You explain, hoping it comes off as genuine. She studies you for another beat, seeming to weigh the pros and cons of allowing you to come with her. Finally, she shrugs. 

“Fine. But don’t try to talk to me while I’m playing. It throws me off.” She instructs, turning for the door. When her back is turned you quickly give Billy an enthusiastic thumbs up, earning another eye roll. 

The three of you climb into the car, Billy turning the volume up to his usual bone shaking level as he whips out of his spot, speeding down the road. It’s a short ride into town, especially with how Billy drives. When he comes to a stop outside the arcade you climb out, pulling the seat forward to allow Max out. 

“I’ll meet you in there.” you tell her. Needing no explanation, Max jogs to the doors slipping into the dimly lit building. You can see the boys' bikes already lined up outside. “You coming?” you ask Billy, leaning back into the car. 

“Hell no. I can babysit just fine from here. You couldn’t pay me to go into that dork pit.” He scoffs. You roll your eyes at his stubbornness. 

“Oh come on, tough guy. Where is your sense of adventure and whimsy.” you ask, only receiving an unimpressed look in return. 

“Whimsy?” He asks, his lip curling at the word. 

“I’ll buy you a coke.” you offer, hoping that bribery will soften his resolve. Billy’s lips press into a firm line, you can see his jaw tick as he grinds his teeth. 

“Fine.” he says after a moment. “But I have to run an errand real quick.” He tells you. Thinking this is some kind of trick to get out of coming in, you narrow your eyes. 

“You promise to come in when you get back?” you ask, extending your pinky to him. He lifts a brow, a dry laugh escaping him.

“What are you 12?” He asks. When you don’t show any signs of joking he heaves a sigh, linking his pinky with yours. “Fine, yes. I promise I’ll come back and watch you be terrible at dig dug, dork.” He promises with a teasing smirk. 

“Good.” you smile, letting his pinky go and stepping back. “And I’m not that bad.” you clarify, closing the door and allowing him to pull away from the curb. 

It turns out that you ARE that bad. 

Max allows you to take the first turn, even offering you pointers, but by the end of your third turn she takes over explaining that she can’t stand watching you throw away quarters like that. You’re a sorry excuse for a gamer, your brain having trouble communicating quickly enough with your hands on the controls. It’s alright though, you have more fun watching Max and the boys take turns trying to beat each other's scores. 

The longer you observe the group of adolescents the more you note the change in dynamic among them. Max and Lucus are openly interested in each other but don’t seem to know how to navigate this new realm of relationship. Mike appears distracted, constantly glancing at his watch. You assume he’s anxious to see El. You know that Hopper has started allowing the two to hang out at the cabin and though you’ve pushed for El to have more social time, Hopper's old habits die hard. His paranoia is persistent. You can’t say that you don’t understand where he’s coming from. 

Dustin and Will seem more irritated than anything with the new shift in priorities within the group. 

After roughly 30 minutes of watching Max wipe the floor with the boys scores, you venture to the opposite side of the arcade. You want to give the group space but also stay close enough to keep an eye on them. You scan the games, searching for one that you can play without too much instruction. Ms. Pac-Man seems to be simple enough, and it’s located in a spot that allows you to watch your group bounce from game to game. 

Inserting your first quarter you begin the game. You’re able to keep up at first, but when the ghosts start to speed up you can't seem to evade them quick enough. After your 4th quarter your pride is stinging. 

“Fuck…” you curse to yourself as once again you are cornered by the little red ghost. Before you can insert another quarter, you feel someone approaching from your left, coming too close to just be passing by, tensing your hand itches to lash out but you stop yourself when you realize who it is.

“Hey.” Keiths’ monotone voice greets you. You know him from school, and to your knowledge the two of you had never actually spoken to each other. 

“Hi Keith.” you reply politely. You aren’t sure why he’s approaching you. You know that he works here so possibly you were doing something wrong. “What’s up?” you ask. Kieth seems to swallow past something in his struggle to speak. 

“I see you around sometimes.” he tells you, unable to meet your eyes. You don’t know what to say to that.

“Yea, I babysit so I come in to keep an eye on my kids sometimes.” you tell him. 

“That’s cool.” he mumbles “You know I could help you with some of the games if you want. Are you alone today?” He asks. You know he doesn't mean for it to sound as creepy as it does but you can’t help your slight cringe. 

“No, I’m actually with-” you move to gesture towards Max but are cut off when Billy appears next to you, casually draping an arm over your shoulders. 

“Me.” He finishes for you, keeping his eyes on Keith who looks like a deer caught in headlights. 

“O-oh, cool.” Keith manages to mumble, taking a step back. “Nevermind then” he manages to get out, obviously resisting the urge to turn and run. Understandable with the way Billy is glaring daggers at him.

“I’ll see you around.” you offer Keith a kind smile. He only nods sheepishly before retreating further into the arcade. Sighing, you swat at Billy’s side, causing him to drop his arm from your shoulder with a chuckle.

“What was that for?” he asks, doing his best to look genuinely confused. You see right through it to the self satisfaction he's really feeling. 

“Did you have to mad dog him? He was just saying ‘Hi’.” you tell him. Billy scoffs, moving to lean against the game. 

“Yea, right.” He says, sarcasm dripping from every word. “You didn’t see how he’s been eyeing you, trying to work up the courage to come ‘say hi’.” he tells you, throwing air quotes around your words. 

“And how long were you watching that?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. Billy shakes his head, his curls falling across his forehead.

“You’re missing the point.” He tells you, deflecting the question. 

“What point is that?” You ask, shaking your head as you dig a quarter out of your pocket and lean over to place it into the game. When you straighten up Billy has taken a step into your space. You could take a step back to give yourself some room, but you don't. You stand your ground, tilting your head up to meet his stare head on. 

“The point is that you’re playing a game you don’t know the rules of and guys like that-” he jerks his chin in the direction Keith had run off. “Will take advantage of that.” he tells you, his voice low. You know he’s too close. That you should take a step back. That the way he’s looking down at you is too personal. That either one of you could close the distance between you with a breath. 

“I’m not really good at games.” you admit, feeling the heat rushing to your face. Still you can’t seem to look away. Billy’s sharp gaze seems to soften slightly at your admission. 

“I know…” He says softly, his eyes shifting between yours. “I just watched you die 4 times and not even make it past the first level of Pac-man.” He says, his teasing smirk overtaking all the gentleness that had once been in his eyes. Finally, you pull back shocked.

“You stalker!” you accuse, Billy just chuckles turning to face the game. “And I was multitasking.” you try to defend your abysmal performance, gesturing to the group now huddled around galaga. 

“Sure, sure. Let me show you how it’s done.” he says confidently, starting the queued up game. 

“Hey! That was my quarter!” You protest. Billy only chuckles again.

“I’ll get the next one, crazy.” he tells you, keeping his eyes fixed on the screen.

AN: sorry this took so long... again!

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[seventiesweetheart]

hiii~ how do you feel about writing something about ghostface x reader (either billy or danny) inspired by "sweet serial killer" or "queen of disaster" or thag line from cinnamon girl "if he's a serial killer then what's the worst that can happen to a girl who is already hurt?" IDK I JUST WANT LANA DEL REY FT GHOSTFACE 😭

𓆩♱𓆪 sweet serial killer.

ghostface! billy loomis x fem! reader

INSPO. happiness is a butterfly by lana del rey | “if he’s a serial killer then what’s the worst that can happen to a girl who’s already hurt?”

WARNING. mentions of gore and violence. yandere billy. ghostface breaking into her house. manipulative behavior. fluff! no smut in this one :>

A/N. so sorry anon, this came in so late >< but i hope you like it !!

for a whole week, y/n has done nothing but cry and mourn the loss of her best friend, casey becker. she’s avoided coming to school cause the poor girl couldn’t stand not being able to see her in the hallways. no, she couldn’t bear it, even after her friends have insisted on her being there.

billy and stu were so determined to keep her company, always showing up with new movie rentals and her favorite comfort foods. they hated seeing the poor girl so broken, even if one of them do believe casey deserve what she got for constantly stealing y/n's attention away from him.

but no matter what billy and stu did, it was never enough to fill the void. the horrific image of her best friend's intestines strung around the tree outside her house haunted y/n. who would honestly do such a sick and cruel thing?

y/n sobbed uncontrollably at the thought, her body trembling as she wrapped herself tighter in her (fav color) fleece blanket. she curled up on the couch, her knees drawn to her chest, feeling small and utterly alone. the dim glow of the tv cast flickering shadows on the walls, reflecting off the tear tracks on her cheeks, her eyes swollen and her nose red and runny.

it was already 1:00 a.m. on a saturday, and she remained wide awake in the dimly lit living room, staring blankly at the romcom billy had picked out for her. the lighthearted scenes on the screen felt like a mockery of her current state. but at least it kept her company.

her parents were out of town, too busy sailing away in some vacation beach while their daughter was drowning herself in her own misery. she would never admit it to her friends but it does get lonely isolating herself in her house. and it’s even more frightening to think that whoever killed her best friend still hasnt been caught. besides, who knows? she might be next—

suddenly, a loud ring pierced the quiet, making y/n jump slightly from her position.

who the hell would be calling at such an ungodly hour? the muffled noise from the tv only added to the eerie silence that she was now acutely aware of as the phone continued to ring incessantly.

with a slight pout, she realized the phone wasn’t going to answer itself. and so she mustered all her courage and stood from the couch. it was most likely just her parents checking in; they must be worried sick after hearing the news about the masked killer.

her soft knee-high socks touched the cold hardwood floor as she carefully padded toward the sound. realizing it was coming from the kitchen, she drew closer, the ringing growing louder with each step.

the kitchen was quieter and darker, the only light coming from the moon casting a glow through the window. with trembling hands, she reached out and picked up the phone situated on top of the counter, her pulse quickening at the unknown caller's silence on the other end.

"…hello?" her soft, timid voice asked as she waited for a response.

“hello, y/n.” the voice was low and gravelly, y/n fought hard not to end the call right then and there.

“w-who is this?”

“i’ll answer your question only if you answer mine first.”

y/n face twisted with confusion but she didn’t think too much about it. this is probably just a silly prank call, nothing serious.

“okay… what’s your question?”

the stranger paused a few seconds before finally asking, “what’s your favorite scary movie?”

“i-i’m not really a fan of scary movies.” was the only reply y/n could come with cause it’s true. she despised them. plus, if anything, the recent events had only intensified her aversion to them.

“that’s ashame, never even seen a single one?” the voice prodded.

“nuh uh,” the girl shook her head even if she knew that the stranger obviously couldn’t see her right now.

the voice chuckled softly, “cute.”

“i already answered your question, so answer mine.” she doesn’t know where the courage to say that came from but she immediately bit down on her lip in fear of sounding too confrontational.

“that’s right! and here’s your answer, sweetheart,” the call ends abruptly and all she’s left with is the beeping noise of the telephone.

furrowing her brows, she slowly puts the device back down onto the charging station, unsure of what to make of the conversation. but she decides to push it out of her mind as she backs slowly from the where the phone was.

but suddenly, a hand clamped tightly over her mouth, cutting off her gasp. her eyes widened in shock as she felt a sharp metal press threateningly against her throat.

“make a sound and i’ll gut you up just like your poor best friend.” the voice behind whispered menacingly.

y/n couldn’t stop the flood of tears from pouring as she felt the arm around her and the solid chest behind her guide her out of the kitchen. a warm breath brushed against the back of her ear and down the side of her exposed neck as she weakly tried to clutch onto the hand that was still holding the knife.

of course, billy wasn’t actually going to cut her up. he wouldn’t even place a single scar on the poor girl’s skin. he just needed to threaten her enough to make sure she complied with whatever he wanted. and right now what he wanted was to guide her back to where she was and keep her wrapped possessively in his arms.

“i’m going to let go of your mouth now, sweetheart. but you better not scream, understood?” he warned carefully.

he unwrapped his hand from her mouth, revealing her flushed cheeks and tear-streaked face. billy couldn’t help but pause to admire her vulnerable appearance as she weakly leaned against his chest, her angelic eyes brimming with tears and wetting her fluttery lashes.

her pouty, petal-soft lips looked so dangerously tempting. in that moment, billy felt a primal urge to claim them, to stain them with his blood soaked violence, a violence so diametrically opposed to her sweet innocence.

but he couldn’t bring himself to taint her with his darkness—not when she looked so fragile and dainty in his arms.

© 2024 seventiesweetheart | do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my work.

[thatfreshi]

Possible request, one evening Astarion and Tav are cuddling, Astarion laying his head on their chest as Tav gently combs their fingers through his hair when they start softly singing an old elvish lullaby. Causing old and once thought dead memories to slowly come back to Astarion as he snuggles closer to them as he reminisces his past even shedding a few tears for the life he should of had and Tav is there to hold him and comfort him through it all

Recommended Song: Come Out and Play - Billie Eilish

It's well known between you and Astarion that he does not dwell on the past. After all, what's the point in grasping at something you can barely remember? Sure, he has glimpses of people, places, things, but they don't mean anything. If he tries hard enough, there are almost words to go along with the blurry faces, but nothing worth his while. You don't ask him much about those fuzzy thoughts, only when you're really truly curious.

One night, you're lying in bed after a 'family dinner' with your old companions, a little event you liked to put together every now and then. Astarion loves the attention, but it is in fact a little draining hosting your house, especially to your friends. The two of you are exhausted, and your sweet vampire nuzzles into your chest.

"I love them, but gods are they rowdy."

The two of you chuckle lightly.

"You know, I remember I said I thought domestic life would be boring, but perhaps I was wrong. Seems much better in our little world. Much calmer."

"I'm surprised you haven't gotten us into any more trouble yet. No stray crimes I'm unaware of?"

He doesn't answer for a moment.

"No... except for that necklace I got you the other day."

You feel the muscles in his face move, assuming he has some mischievous smirk across his lips.

"Oh Aster, whatever will I do with you?"

Your hand makes its way into his hair, slowly moving through delicate curls.

"Love me for who I am and never ask me to change, ever?"

You sigh.

"I suppose."

Sugar-coated words, soft hands, empty minds. Your mind wanders, the tired feeling merciless. The cozy, exhausted feeling reminds you of a song, and you begin to sing softly. At first, it's nothing but melodic little words, until you get a little further in. Something clicks in Astarion's head, something strange.

It's sunny, he's out on the docks, sitting next to an older woman. She's humming the song, and the two of them are just staring out at the water. He's fidgeting with something in his hands, some kind of charm. The sun is beating down on the two of them, but neither seems to mind. The melody fades out, and the woman puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Come, time to go home darling."

As fast as it came, the memory is gone, and he sheds a couple silent tears. You realize his breathing has quickened.

"You alright my love?"

"What... what's that song?"

You have to think on his question, unsure really where you'd first heard it.

"I don't know. My parents knew it, and I guess I just picked it up. They'd sing it during peaceful moments. I guess I do too. Why?"

"It brought back something. I think- I think I saw my mother."

Even uttering the words makes the tears fall faster. He's never had a vision of the past like that, nothing so substantial.

"Was it nice?"

He tries to catch his breath.

"Yes. It was."

"You want to talk about it?"

The emotions are confusing. Astarion can't figure out if he's happy, sad, or just shocked.

"We were just watching the water, and then she told me it was time to go. She called me darling..."

He continues to cry into your chest, and you just hold him.

"I guess you know where you get it from now."

A small smile takes over his lips.

"You're right. I guess I do."

That smile is quickly erased by guilt.

"Do- do you think she's still out there? Wondering what happened to her son?"

You frown, knowing he wants to hear the truth, but knowing it might hurt.

"I think any good mother would still wonder. Especially with a son like you."

His grip in your side tightens, as if he's afraid of something.

"Is it bad to say it's easier to think she's already dead? That she doesn't have to wonder anymore?"

"No, not at all. You can feel however you need to about it my love. I imagine with how long elves live, it would be a long time wondering."

He lightly laughs.

"It is worse to say I think I'd be too scared to look for her?"

"No. But why would you be scared?"

"Because I wouldn't be her son anymore, not the one she knew. Just some vampiric freak."

You trail your hand softly across his back.

"You're not a freak Astarion."

"You're probably one of the only ones who'd say that my sweet."

The two of you are too exhausted at this point to have a full conversation, just sentences traded back and forth, words you don't fully remember. But you do know he thanked you the next morning, for bringing back such a pleasant memory.

[milliesfishes]

⋆౨ৎ𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓯 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮⋆౨ৎ

[fem reader] contains: depression, animal abandonment pairing: billy the kid x fem reader summary: you aren't the same after you were kidnapped author’s note: I'm half dead, I hope this is good <3 Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

The sky was dark, the grayness of it expanding as far as the eye could see with the promise of rain. It painted everything near in a melancholy shadow, like the world was a ghost of itself.

This was not the way Billy had hoped to bring you home.

As he ushered you through the open space between his horse and the house, standing like a figure in the distance, he noticed the door was ajar. The miniscule detail heightened the already-present guilt inside him, but he pushed it down deep, instead focusing on you.

Rubbing your shoulders comfortingly, Billy ensured your steps were steady as he guided you up the stairs, nudging at the gap in the door with his foot to open it without letting go of you. The deafening quiet of the house met his ears, and he nearly cringed at the emptiness of it. Billy had really only ever known these four walls to hold light and laughter and love, three things always associated with you. The girl under his arm was a mere notion of that, nothing more.

Images of you tied, gagged, and crying invaded Billy's vision, and he tried to shake them away as he shut the door behind you. The last day had been tumultuous, overflowing with worry. Memories didn't come forth, only brief images accompanied by emotion. He'd ridden like mad trying to find you, cursing the roots of the ones who'd taken his girl away from him.

He didn't want to think about that right now. About the bloodbath that had ensued, about the sight of your fear-stricken body taut in his arms. Blinking once, Billy re-twined his arm around you, rubbing your side and dropping a kiss to your silken hair. Still soft after your whole ordeal.

You turned to face him, and he went numb at the look in your eyes. Stolen joy, replaced with an awful replica, a renewed safety that didn't fill near the space of what had been taken. Billy squeezed your hip, lifting his hand to trace the apple of your cheek. "It's okay." They were the only words he could think to breathe into the tension of the air.

The gentle padding of little footsteps descended, and the next thing Billy knew, the body of your cat, fur dark as midnight, was rubbing against his legs, weaving in and around them like the path of a river. A smile crossed Billy as he realized, and he looked to you somewhat excitedly. "Look, sweetheart, it's Fish. Bet he's missed you."

Your body gave a jolt when the cat nudged his furry face into your calf, as if to ask where you'd been. Billy's face fell into worry when you didn't bend to scratch Fish's ears or pick him up as he'd thought you would. Instead, your face was pressed to his chest, fingers clenching the leather of one suspender in an attempt to pull him closer somehow.

Fish seemed put off, sitting on his hind legs and craning his neck up as he meowed. All Billy could do was look helplessly at the little creature over your shoulder, fingers caressing the length of your spine as he attempted to inject comfort into you through his touch. After such a spot of trauma, he'd thought, hoped that your beloved pet would bring you some semblance of normalcy.

The afternoon bled into night, darkening the corners of the earth and further leading you into dread for the sleep ahead. Billy managed to coax you into bed, your spot between his arms beckoning. He promised that you didn't have to sleep, but it'd do you some good to at least lie down. Holding you, he tried to ignore the angry welts where the ropes had stung at your wrists, the marks for which there was no balm except time.

Your eyes were open, hair spread across his chest like a splayed, outstretched wildflower. He sifted his fingers through it, letting the quiet linger. He wore no shirt, knowing how much you loved having his skin right against yours. Maybe it would inspire sleep; that feeling of being comfortable.

Billy hated feeling helpless, but there was hardly anything else to do. there were things floating in your mind that he couldn't fix. There was very little to resolve with his capabilities. For now all he could do was hold you, guarantee your safety.

There was a little mew, and then light pressure on the mattress as Fish sprang up onto the bed. Normally it was a routine- Billy would fix himself against your back, arms slung around your waist, and Fish would curl up on your other side. You'd been falling asleep with him like that for longer than Billy had known you, and so when he began to occupy the same bed he simply adjusted himself around it. It was a cozy thing; the image of you cuddling with both him and the cat.

Right now, your stomach was pressed to Billy's side, ear resting on his heart. Fish pushed his head against your back, wanting you to turn around. But you were still, seemingly immune to the cat's wishes.

After a few tries, Fish gave up, opting to pad over to Billy's side and slump defeatedly by his hip. He lifted a hand, trailing his fingers over Fish's head, trying to convey that you didn't mean it, that you just weren't feeling your best. The poor creature didn't even know what happened.

All he knew was that his favorite person in the world was refusing to even look at him.

Everything about healing is arduous. If it happens too quickly, it didn't happen right. Billy tried to keep this in mind as he marched through every day, holding your hand through some, but carrying you most.

The nightmares. Every time you drifted into sleep, Billy hoped it would be a longer stretch than the previous night before you were inevitably woken by strains of the subconscious. He'd hear the familiar strains of sniffling, feel teardrops rain on his chest, and just know.

"Shh, sweet girl," Billy murmured one night after a particularly harrowing dream, fitting his palm under your nightdress over your back and hoping the heat of it would bring you down. "'S okay. I've gotcha. You're safe, I'm here."

You gasped, letting out a little sob that broke his heart. Billy dressed you in his arms, fingers falling over you like the petals of a flower kissing the bud. He held you tight, his body a shelter to your internal storms. It was a strange thing to hide from something inside by gravitating outward.

What truly saddened Billy was the clear contrast between your former and current being. When he'd met you, it was as if you were the goddess of spring herself, a sunbeam fallen to earth with the sole intention of brightening it. He swore flowers sprung up in your path, everything you touched glittered.

Now you were somber, retreated into the oceans of your own feelings. How swiftly your demeanor had changed in the wake of the horrible event of your kidnapping. With every crystally pearl that slipped from your formerly bright eyes, every shudder that racked you when he extended a comforting hand to your arm, he wished he hadn't been so swift in ending the lives of those who'd persecuted you. They deserved something slower, a twisting knife so they knew exactly what they'd done.

He reached for your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap and lower your head to his shoulder. Stretching a palm across your back, Billy began to tilt his body back and forth, rocking you soothingly and whispering, "Was just a dream, baby. 's all over now. You're gonna be okay." You let out a shuddering gasp, burying your face in his chest as the aftershocks of your nightmare shook your body.

Fish sleepily lifted his head from where he was sleeping at Billy's side, seeming to notice your distress. He arched his back in a stretch that nearly made him vibrate, pressing his cheek to your elbow. The touch made you stiffen, and you burrowed further into Billy, avoiding the cat's touch. That same stab of secondhand guilt cut him, and he exhaled softly, digging his nose into your hair. He wasn't the only one saddened by your troubles as of late.

Days pooled themselves, saving up to become weeks, and Billy was worried by your state. The nightmares continued, disturbing your sleep sometimes multiple times after dark. Aside from that, you were nearly a ghost when the sun was up, hardly lucid, tethered to the rock of that horrible day when you'd been taken.

You were rapidly losing weight, your skin paling. He was diligent about feeding you, but you ate very little. The pillars of your light were burning out one by one, as much as he could see you didn't want them to.

Drawn and quiet, your days were filled with the sound of silence. You occupied yourself half-heartedly with light tasks, and it instilled an ache in him- how diligently you tried to resume normalcy. He watched you sew and read and prepare meals, trying to resume your life as it was before. But all it seemed to do was push you further adrift in your sorrow.

Even the simplest of tasks, like brushing your hair, could send you into a fit of tears. That time, he'd heard the hairbrush clatter to the floor and sprang to his feet, racing to your side and gathering you in his arms. You were falling and he was trying desperately to hold you up.

The situation with Fish only grew worse. You outright refused to interact with the poor cat at all. He meowed at you for love and you ignored him, not even turning your head.

The poor cat would come pitifully to Billy after each rejection, tail metaphorically between his legs. Fish was long used to being shown nothing but love by you, and this sudden turn must have been jarring for him. It was a strange thing for Billy to behold as well. The sight of you cuddling the cat, even giving him kisses, was as ordinary as the sky's color before the events of your kidnapping. Things had changed, and not for the better.

Every night, Fish reattempted to resume the routine with you, meowing and trying to lay against you. And every night you would turn away from him, your back a cold declination.

He would have thought you were being cruel. But he knew you were hurting, that the pain was creeping in and making a home in your bones. The woman he loved wouldn't hurt anything on purpose. And so he took up the duty of comforting your cat, holding you with one arm and scratching Fish behind the ears with his opposite hand.

One night as you were lying facing him on the pillows, head nestled in the crook of your arm, you murmured, "You don't need to supervise me all the time, you know. You could go back to work."

Billy lifted his head, his thumb stroking the inside of your elbow. "Not when you're not feelin' well," he whispered. "Sweetheart, I'm tryin' to take care of you."

"It must be exhausting." You shifted on your side. "Constantly watching me." Your words were spoken dully, with little tone and even less volume.

Letting out a breath, Billy propped himself up on an elbow, searching your eyes. He held your hand between you, running the pad of his finger over the bump of your knuckles. "Exhausting? No. Never. But I'm worried, darlin'. 'bout you."

You turned on your back, staring at the ceiling. "I'm fine."

The flat delivery of your words was almost worse than if you'd screamed them. He let out a humorless laugh. "Sweeheart, you ain't been fine in weeks. You won't eat or speak...you won't even pet your cat."

His words rendered you silent, and you searched the ceiling as if it held the answers to life's greatest questions. Fish chose this moment to leap onto the bed, pawing at your thigh. Something seemed to snap in you, and you swept a hand out, pushing him away. "Stop it, Fish."

Billy frowned, sitting up and letting the covers fall to his thighs. "Baby, don't take it out on the cat. He ain't done nothin', just tryna give you love." Fish approached you again, and you huffed, turning away. Billy shook his head, his heart clenching. "Honey, c'mon now."

You sat up and drew your legs to your chest, like two spindly branches folding in the wind. Burying your face in your knees, you took in a shaky staccato breath, nails digging into your skin. Billy reached out a hand, rubbing it up and down your back. Your behavior had long since crossed over into the territory of being out of character. It was as if a ghost had inhabited the space you once took up.

He was well aware of what you were doing, even if it wasn't purposeful. Shutting out the world, pushing him away. You were a spectre lying in the bed where his sweetheart used to sleep. Billy sat there in silence, recalling how many times he'd attempted to maneuver you out of yourself again. And he wondered if that version of you was even still there.

Then you sniffled, lifting your head and reaching out for him. He could read the early signs of tears, sense the ache that resided within you. And in an instant, all doubts ceased. His girl was still in there. She had to be.

Billy's arms encircled you, pulling you tight into his body and tucking your head under his chin. When your face was buried in his chest, your body began to shake, little tremors cutting through your being. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I love you." Your voice was edged with sobs the way curtains were with lace.

The words tore right through him as if he were the page of a book, and he pressed his lips into your hair. "Shhh...don't apologize. I love you too, I love you so much. I just wish you'd let me in, my love. Let me help you."

"I don't wanna hurt you..." you choked, trembling under his gentle touch. "I can't get better..."

"Hey...that ain't true, baby," Billy whispered, his brow furrowing. "You can-"

"I don't deserve to get better," you sniffled. That sentence broke his heart worse than anything that had happened thus far.

Billy drew you close, nuzzling his cheek against your head. "My love, you deserve every good thing in the world." He pulled back for a moment, tilting your tearstained face up so he could see your eyes. "'n gettin' better's a damn good thing."

Your lower lip trembled just slightly, and Billy stroked your hair. It was devastatingly clear how badly you were hurting. So he gave you the only thing he truly knew how to do. Love.

He swaddled you in his arms, and you clung to him, nudging yourself close. Stroking your waist, Billy eased gentle kisses into your hair. "I'm here," he murmured. "I ain't goin' anywhere, sweet girl. 'm here."

Fish didn't even try to go to you that night. He just went straight to Billy.

Like a flower, you had been withering, petals stiffening and crinkling, floating down to the ground at your feet. He could see how frozen you were in your sad metamorphosis, clawing desperately at your own skin to get out of it.

He saw it in the way you looked at Fish, curled up against his leg. It was obvious how awful you felt about your maltreatment of the cat, but you were too lost in the waves of your depression to pull out and fix it. Billy grasped at the shreds of you left behind, tried to piece them together and show you the beauty of them.

He saw it in the way you clung to him, the love you felt a facet of yourself you'd never let go of. And he was glad for that, more than anything. It gave him hope. Love could solve anything with time and patience, he knew.

And so, he gave it tenfold, covering you in kisses and in cuddles. He made sure to hold you tight in the morning, especially after a rough night, whispering his love for you over and over again. Though he tried to hide it, his affections held a desperate edge. With every touch he seemed to whisper, please come back to me.

Over time, little signs seemed to reveal themselves, signs you were getting better. It was like seeing the first sparkle of a lake at sunrise, like witnessing a flower open its petals. You began to come to life again. He didn't comment on it, worried it would cause you to retreat back into yourself or tease out any worries. Instead, he continued to love on you.

He noticed you standing on the porch at sunset one evening, looking out into the cloudy sky streaked with orange. There was a light sheen of rain drizzling over the earth, and you seemed transfixed by it. Billy leaned against the doorway, silently watching you extend a hand, tentatively letting the rain kiss your fingers.

Then, slowly, hesitantly, a tiny smile twitched at your lips.

It was like seeing the sun after a storm, like the first sign of hope in a crisis. Billy felt it hit him like a bolt of lightning, bubbling in his chest and threatening to spill over. His eyes stayed glued to you, sure it was a trick of the light, a flicker that would fade into black.

But then you turned to him, corners of your mouth turning up more by the minute. And he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Billy moved forward, bridging the gap and pulling you into his arms, crushing you against his chest. He kissed the top of your head, emotion welling up in his being and overflowing into his actions.

You slid your arms around him, seeming confused. “Billy? What is it?” The rain was pouring harder, beating against the roof of the porch in the same rhythm as his heart.

Hope was coursing through him in a river. He was too overwhelmed to speak for a moment. When he finally found his words, all he could manage was “You’re…you’re smilin’.”

Your features softened. “Oh, Billy.”

His fingers tangled in your hair, heel of his palm on your cheek. You tilted your head up, nudging your nose against him. He saw daylight in your eyes, something golden and bright on the horizon. Billy felt like it was the first time he’d ever seen you, like he was a younger man dizzy under the spell of new love. And he let himself get hit over and over again.

“My sweet girl,” he breathed, searching your eyes. “My baby…”

You lifted yourself on your tiptoes, brushing your lips gently against his. Billy pressed his body to yours, holding you close as you smiled into the kiss. He caressed you like your body was built from gold, breathed into life by angels.

The sight of you smiling, kissing him, the beginnings of light brightening your entire being, spurred his actions, and his mouth dragged against yours, holding you in a kiss that stopped time. He pressed little pecks to your parted lips. “My sweet girl…my beautiful girl…”

You held to him, body practically melting against his. Arms encircling your waist, Billy breathed easy. Tilting your head up, you murmured, “You never gave up on me.”

“Never,” he responded instantly, nudging his lips to your forehead. “You’re a part of me. Lettin’ go of you would be like lettin’ go of my heart.”

“I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did,” you whispered, cheek on his shoulder. “I’ve been exhausting. And difficult. And unresponsive.”

“You were hurtin’,” Billy shook his head, lavishing another kiss to the border of your hairline. "You went through a bad thing. Anybody woulda reacted the same way."

"But I hurt you," you whispered, horror outlining your words. "And I hurt Fish..." Saying it out loud seemed to weaken you, and Billy held fast to your figure. "I pushed him..."

"Hey...hey, sweetheart, it's okay," Billy said softly, caressing your cheek. "It's okay. Me 'n Fish knew it wasn't personal. We knew our girl was in there somewhere." His hand traced the line of your jaw, reveling in the sight of the beginnings of healing. "We knew you'd come back to us. And even if you didn't, we'd love you anyways."

Every word that poured from his lips was knotted with sincerity, painting an idyllic picture that seemed to wash over you. The rain was slowing down, and you were breathing steady, and Billy swore he could see your soul glowing from the inside out, as if you were stardust. He wouldn't have been surprised if you were.

Between the sheets, your phantoms were stilled for the night, and you laid peacefully in his arms, like the space between them had been carved to fit you. Your name was the title of his story, your handwriting in the margins, your pen underlining his captivation. A week ago he would have thought this an illusion. His girl, happy beginning to seep back into her veins where it belonged.

The familiar thump on the mattress signaled Fish's nightly arrival, and he padded over to you, meowing curiously and half-heartedly rubbing his cheek to your shoulder. Billy exhaled softly, preparing to comfort the cat from your actions borne of grief.

But you reached out a hand, tracing a finger under Fish's cheek and smiling when he began to purr, stretching his neck so your nail would scratch the sweet spot on his neck. You shifted in Billy's arms, so your back was to his chest and his arms were folded over your belly.

Your movements were careful, almost as if you were waiting for the cat's forgiveness. But Fish curled around you like nothing had changed since the night before you were taken, the pleasant vibration of his purring filling the air. Breathing a laugh of delight, you held the cat close to your chest, stroking his head as you eased back into your place.

Billy felt his heart swell at the sight, and he squeezed you to his chest, kissing your temple and taking in the picture he'd have burned into his eyes for eternity if he could. The rough terrain was smoothing out, the seas ahead were tranquil. Spring was resting its soft hand upon the earth and you were healing bit by bit, washed anew by the rain.

All was right with the world.

[backwardshatchris]

“All my love and patience, unappreciated.’

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐲/𝐧

Warnings!:

angst, crying, panic attack!!, cussing, use of y/n, toxic!chris

Summary:

Something doesn’t feel right in your relationship, and it wasn’t because of you.

Writers note:

hi guys thank you so much for all the likes on my last post! Dm me when you have more ideas for stories! 💋 // guys my first language isn’t English so I’m terribly sorry if there are any mistakes! I try my best to make everything as best as possible

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its probably the middle of the night, atleast you think so. You have been up forever, everything keeps you awake around you. The slight touch of Chris’ arm against your body, the clicking clock and sometimes a notification from our phones. You don’t wanna wake up Chris, you know he’s gonna be pissed when you wake up or even leave the bed.

You caught up in your thoughts in your head, Chris has been treating you different, your brain has been foggy, you don’t understand why he’s acting like this. He isn’t cheating, you know he isn’t. It’s not like him, but you’ve never felt this alone in a relationship. Something isn’t right...

But you can’t help but love him either way.

When you wake up the next morning, you turn around to find Chris not laying next to you in bed, maybe he’s downstairs making you breakfast? You step out of the bed that used to be warm and comforting, all it does now is making you feel like you wanna throw up.

You pick out a random comfortable outfit you quickly picked out from Chris’ closet, it’s the light blue fresh love hoodie with some plaid pyjama pants. Walk up the stairs since your at Chris’ and find just Matt cooking some pancakes.

‘Hi, uhh do you know where Chris is?’ You know you never would ask something to Matt in the morning since he’s always grumpy, but all you cared about right now is where Chris is.

Matt slowly turns his head, with the most uninterested look on his face shaking his head no, and turns his head back to his eggs. ‘Good morning to you to I guess.’

You were on your way upstairs to try to ask Nick when something randomly spills out of Matt’s mouth. ‘Didn’t he leave you a message or something?’ you turned your head to look at Matt but he was just asking you this without making any eye contact. ‘No why?’ Matt scoffs ‘What a dumbass, he doesn’t deserve a girl like you.’ You are not sure what to say or do so you just wanted to walk up the stairs when Matt started talking again. ‘Nick is off, the warehouse I think.’ ‘Okay.’ You felt pretty dumb walking up the stairs so you just walked down to Chris’ room again. But again there is something coming out of Matt’s grumpy mouth this morning, ‘you can just stay here, I rather have you here then sitting here alone.’ A little smile appears on his face, what you didn’t expect. — not so grumpy after all I guess. But you walk up the stairs to sit on the table where Matt is having his breakfast.

‘Don’t you want anything to eat?’ His head slightly tilted to the side while he asks you this question. ‘No thank you.’ You shake your head, you have been too caught up in your thoughts where Chris could be. It felt weird, normally you would spend the day with Chris but he just isn’t here.

Matt looks down at his board, still with a little bit of scrambled egg and one slice of bacon that was a bit burned on the side. ‘You can have my breakfast if you want.’ Matt offered, you were completely zoned out, nothing seemed real. And you are still trying to figure out where Chris could be. ‘You care about that idiot way to much don’t ya?’ Matt tries to catch your attention, that is a success if you say something about Chris atleast. ‘Yeah..’ you kind of look down, you have no idea what to do. ‘Are you sure you don’t know where he is?’ You kind of felt bad asking since he already answered this question. ‘I really don’t y/n I’m sorry.’ Matt said while picking on his nails, ‘but maybe I can text him?’ ‘Yes please.’

Chris🍊

bro where are you? y/n is worried, she’s acting different.

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‘Bro what the fuck.’ Matt is looking at his phone with furrowed eyebrows. ‘What’s wrong?’ Your mind immediately goes 20 different ways, did something happen to him? What if he’s with another girl? Is he okay?

‘I have no idea what’s up with him, but just saw the message.’ Matt’s looks is the exact same, and so is mine, confused. ‘Huh, w-what do you m-mean?’ Your voice is breaking, your so stressed out and most of all overwhelmed. You are giving everything to know where he is, and he just saw the message? Your eyes are burning and there are slowly tears appearing in your eyes.

Matt looks up from his phone, but his expression has changed, his eyebrows are now rising. He didn’t expect you to cry, or for you to even respond. ‘Oh y/n come here,’— Matt stands up from the dining table and slowly walks up to you with open arms and hugs you politely. —‘I’m sure he’ll comes home soon, your gonna be okay.’

‘What the fuck happened here.’ Nick appeared out of no where, what made you jump a bit, you look up to look who’s voice it is, but it’s Nicks.

Nick sees your makeup has been ruined, and your red and teary eyes. His mood and face changes, and walks up to you to also give you a hug and slightly strokes your hair, while Matt lets go of you.

‘Do you know where Chris is.’ Was the first thing that left your mouth, your voice is still wobbly, and a little raspy from crying. ‘Oh girl I have no idea I’m sorry.’ He looks up to Matt with a confused look, what also made you look up with a confused expression on your face. ‘What is it?’ You are confused, everything has been so overwhelming this morning, and nothing helped you further yet. ‘Nothing.’ It stay’s a little quiet for a while when Matt breaks the silence. ‘Can I explain to Nick what happened.’ Matt looks down at your red eyes, with tears still constantly appearing. You nod your head, ‘I’ll go to Chris’ room okay?’ Your voice hasn’t gotten any better. But you stand up so you can give Nick and Matt some space, and most of all you don’t wanna keep hearing what is happening.

You walk down the stairs on your way to Chris’ room, to fully collapse on his bed, and smelling his scent. The comforting scent what you’ve been missing, all you pray for right know is to lay down with him and cuddle, but everything but that has been happening. You’ve been this overwhelmed and stressed out you fall asleep.

Meanwhile Matt has explained everything to Nick, ‘I know right.’ Matt responds to Nick absolutely flabbergasted face, ‘I’m sorry but what the fuck is wrong with him?’ Nick is almost angry, all he does is feel bad for y/n and wanna yell at Chris. ‘I’m gonna text him too, what a fucking dumbass.’

Chris🍊

Get your ass home right now, what your doing right now isn’t okay. All she has been doing today is worrying about your dumbass, come home.

photo send*

Are you fucking kidding me? I’m sure your girlfriend is literally sleeping in your bed, waiting for you to come home. You didn’t leave her one message, I won’t say it again. Come home.

‘I’ll let this message rest, let’s see if he comes home.’ Nick says with a confident voice, ‘I hope so.’ Matt doesn’t know what he’s thinking, but he doesn’t think he’ll come home, or listen.

*few hours later*

You wake up with an insane headache and the yelling and screaming voice of Nick, but luckily you are still in Chris’ bed. For a little while you forgot what was going on, Chris has been acting weird. ‘Uuughh’ you groan, you pick up your phone from Chris’ nightstand. And walking up the stairs while dragging your feet with you. You finally made it up the stairs when you surprisingly find Chris, Matt and Nick arguing.

‘Are you fucking serious y/n has been stressed all day, and you just randomly ghosted everyone?’ Nick always talks with his hands, that was clear bc his hands have been swinging all over the place. Matt in the other hand was standing next to Nick nodding with agreement, he wasn’t that good with words but he definitely agreed with what Nick said.

Chris was standing in the loudest silence ever, not a word has been leaving his mouth. Not a single look or word, at this point your kinda scared of him. He looks at his brothers with a dead look in his eyes, normally he has some kind of expression in his eyes.

Matt kind of looked around, he found you just standing there, listening. His face changed into a worried look, ‘Nick um..’ Matt turns around and taps on Nick’s shoulder. Nick doesn’t notice anything he has been rambling about the mess he made, Matt taps a little harder, what made him finally look at him. ‘What is it.’ Nick seems a little irritated, all Matt does is point his finger at me.

Not only Nick has finally noticed I was standing there, but also Chris did. You felt your cheeks burn up in a slight red color, and again, felt your eyes burning and the burning replacing with tears. Now you were just standing there with tears slowly falling down from your eyes. You couldn’t even look at Chris, he has you hurt so bad — not only today but also many other times. Every time something happened between the two of you he just said that was a part of a relationship or it was something that couples did.

You find the courage to walk up to Chris, ‘where the fuck have you been all day huh?’ You sniffed, Chris was standing there in complete silence. All he got of his mouth was ‘why are you wearing my clothes, you have your own.’ you couldn’t believe it, you actually couldn’t believe it. You feel a mix of rage and sadness flow over your body, you’ve never felt this before. There have been so much going through your body today, everything has been way to overwhelming. Your heart is racing, you couldn’t breath.

Nick and Matt notice the change in your body language, ‘hey y/n you okay?’ Nick slightly touched your shoulder what made you jump, you had no idea what is happening to you. ‘I- I don’t know what’s h-happening to me.’ You stammered. Everything went blurry and voices were getting slowly more silent. You immediately run to the bathroom, sitting on the cold checkered floor.

Before you knew it, Matt was sitting next to you. ‘Hey listen to me,’— Matt slightly touched your shoulder. He knew what was happening. Matt was doing every single thing he could, helping you breathe, keeping his hands on your shoulder. But the thing that has been stressing you out the most was hearing Nick and Chris yell and argue.

‘What the fuck is up with h’— Chris was being straight up rude, he couldn’t give single shit. ‘Just shut the fuck up, aren’t you the one that is supposed to help her? what the fuck!’ Nick yelled, his eyebrows were furrowed and his face was filled with frustration. Maybe even rage.

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you finally seemed to be calming down a bit, your heartbeat is slowing down, your vision is getting less blurry. ‘That was so scary, thank you for helping me.’ You were destroyed, your mascara is drawn all over your face and your hair hasn’t been this messed up, like ever. ‘I know, I used to have them a lot. And ofcourse no problem.’ (I’m not saying that he actually had them before irl!!) he gives you a little smile. ‘I’ll leave you alone for a bit, I think you’d be happy to calm down by yourself a bit before talking to Chris yeah?’ You give Matt a little nod before he leaves the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

You looked like a mess, but you couldn’t care. All you cared about is preparing for standing face to face with Chris, arguing with him. It was never something you’d thought about, bc you didn’t assume it would’ve ever happen. And here you are.

You breath in and out like Matt showed you to do before a stressful situation, and it helped a lot. You took one last deep breath and opened up the door. You could already hear them all yelling and arguing with each other.

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you opened Matt’s bathroom door and slowly walking with your head down to them while taking some final deep breaths.

‘Oh wow looks who’s arrived.’ Chris scoffs and rolls his eyes, ‘where have you been, you haven’t left me any text, call of even a simple fucking note?’ ‘I’m here right now’ He speaks in a sarcastic voice, it’s pissing you off. A lot.

‘Fine I’ve been at this beautiful party with beautiful women.’ The silence had filled the room. ‘what.’ You were speechless, this isn’t happening. It couldn’t be. ‘You heard me.’ He even has a grin on his face. ‘Is this how little you think of me?’ Your voice rises, in a yelling way. You couldn’t believe your fucking ears. Chris mocks your high pitched voice. ‘Yes I did.’

Matt and Nick have backed away, they had no idea what they were still doing here. Standing there in also shock. They felt so bad for you, but they weren’t gonna pick into a personal argument so they left to Nicks room.

‘Look’— Chris was touching your shoulder, the slight touch send shivers down to your spine. You felt sick. ‘Don’t you fucking dare to touch me.’ ‘Why don’t you go ahead and touch some other girls huh?’ Chris chuckled, ‘hm thank you I will.’ Did he just laugh, did he actually just fucking laugh?.

‘Fine you want to be fucking bitter and shit? Fine.’ Chris’ voice was growing, a lot. He was even stepping closer. But before you could take a step away from him he grabbed your wrist.

You couldn’t move, he holds you so tight. It’s almost impossible. He moves his head to your ear and whisper’s; I never fucking loved you.

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[phfenomena]

❝soon you’ll get better. ❞ william h. bonney x f!reader

| A/N- just imagine billy taking care of you when you’re sick <33 he’d be so sweet i’ll literally cry

| WARNINGS- sickness, talk of death,

william h. bonney x reader fluff

your throat burned when you attempted a deep breath, and your nose felt like you were breathing through a wall. your body temperature was too hot but you felt entirely contrary to that. as you lay shivering and complaining in your mind of the pure unbridled annoyance you feel that out of all people you got sick.

billy had stepped out almost an hour ago saying he needed to grab some more things for you, but you couldn’t care less about what he thought you needed. you just needed him.

he comes in clumsily setting each bag and box of food you apparently needed. you slightly smile at the sound of things falling and his boots quickly moving around the wooden floor. you hear boxes and cans opening, and him swearing after he touches the boiling pot on accident.

you laid there on your side phasing in and out of consciousness as you wait for billy to be done with whatever he thought was important. you hear his boots approaching you and you lift your head up. he squats next to the bed and shows you his creation.

“it’s a potato and carrot soup, my ma used to make it when i got sick as a young’n. it’s like magic, just helps you recover real quick. the doctor said you’ve got a common cold, and i’d like to keep it common.” he brushes hair out of her eyes and sets his hand on your head. “i don’t know what i’d do without you, darling. sickness has taken away everyone from me and i won’t let it take you too. i’d go to the ends of the earth if there was an instant cure.” his eyes were soft and his eyebrows were furrowed. he laid a gentle kiss against your forehead.

you began to slowly sit up and let billy feed you small spoonfuls of the ‘magic’ soup. his gaze never leaving your face and his eyebrows never relaxing. you begin to feel guilty because he was doing something important, he wanted you to get better so he made you soup. a true gentleman. you thought.

“thank you, it’s really good.” you manage to croak out before he shushes you and comfortingly rubs his hand over your back. “save your voice, angel. it’s not good to be talkin’ in your condition.” you nod and continue eating the soup when his hand offers it.

“i ran into jesse when i was at the store, he said this colds been a real problem lately. most of the towns got it but it hasn’t taken anyone away yet, and you’re the strongest person here so i’m sure you’ll be alright, doll.” he sounded like he was comforting himself more than you but nevertheless you still nod and offer a small smile to him.

the next morning after a restless night full of billy holding you close, not caring if he got sick, you open your eyes and momentarily forget you were even sick the previous day. feeling alert and not freezing, you sat up and stretched. billy instantly following suit and eyeing you over. “how you feeling, angel?” his worried gaze studying every bit of you. “i feel fine, billy. stop worrying so much. stress isn’t good for you.” you quietly say, not used to talking, as you rub your thumbs over his furrowed eyebrows smoothing them out.

he chuckles and you’ve never been happier to see his smile. “cant help it when it comes to you, and i did tell you the soup was magic, did i not?” he says quickly forgetting the tender moment and instantly wanting his gratification. you narrow your eyes and look unamused. “yes billy. you did. i’ll have to make it for you the next time you get sick, you don’t get sick very often but i’ll have it on stand by.”

you come inside after wiping your boots off and heaving heavily from the heat. you were outside picking weeds and planting carrots and potatoes in the garden from the soup leftovers. there billy lay on the bed, groaning.

“i’m so damn cold and my head hurts. what’s wrong with my throat it feels so itchy.” he complains in an almost whining tone. you laugh as you approach him and press the back of your hand to his forehead.

“well, cowboy. you’re sick. seems you’ve contracted that common cold you talked about, get under the blankets and i’ll make the soup.” he dramatically turns over and looks at you with a grumpy facial expression. “this is your fault.” you hum and pat his head before stepping into the kitchen, laughing at how dramatic he is.

[mcondance]

black reader, typical stu violence

a wise man once said, about stu and his listening to you cry to him about ghostface, “he could probably get off to it, to your sad little words.”

he can get off to it.

what a paranoid mess you are, dialing his number to crumble into tears once again about how fucking terrified you are, how you can’t ever get comfortable, how unsettled you are. fat tears slide down your face. stu slides his boxers down just enough to free his cock.

he’s already hard, has been since he saw that you were calling. on the other line you sound fucking pathetic, blubbering about a murderer, about him, and the vile things he’s done, and it’s heaven to him.

it’s fucking divine as he wraps his hand around his cock and swipes his thumb over his tip, drooling pre-cum, using it as lube to stroke himself right as you sob something about feeling like you’re living in a nightmare.

“oh, babe,” he feigns, more from the pang your words sent to his dick than sympathy for you. all from it.

‘i just— i don’t know what to do, stu, i’m just so fucking scared.”

god, he can imagine you now, your head resting in your palm as your shoulders shake with the depravity of it all, the horrifying notion of being slain by the hooded killer stalking your town. and he shakes with pleasure, adrenaline and arousal running through his veins as he listens to your panicked thoughts.

you’ve composed yourself a little, now, able to quiet your sniffles, sniffles that make stu’s hand around his cock feel infinitely better, and speak to him again. if he closes his eyes he can see your wet face, the tears that stick to your eyelashes, how your nose crinkles and your body tenses and shakes.

“what if. . what if he gets me, stu. what if he-” you cut yourself off with another broken sob, a wave of terror washing over you as you imagine yourself becoming ghostface’s next victim.

becoming stu’s next victim. god he can just picture it, trying his hardest to stay silent with his hand jerking his cock, his hips bucking every time your cries leak from your side of the phone.

he hopes you can’t hear his hand moving on his cock on the other side of the phone, how he jerks himself to the chorus of your pitiful lamenting, to your unbridled fear of being caught by him.

you’d run and shriek: how beautiful you’d look darting from him, how the beads that adorn your hair would spin and twirl in the dim lighting, how you’d look back at his shrouded figure. . or maybe. . he’d get you in broad daylight, corner you in your home and watch red leak down your neck from the silver blade against it. with that playing in his head, he’s so close.

“you gotta be safe, baby. keep your doors locked ‘n windows shut,” he attempts to comfort, in your eyes, and it makes him have to hold back a psychotically cognizant laugh, knowing he and billy can get in your home even if every door is locked and every window’s been checked twice. fucking freak is an expert at hiding his true feelings, though he can’t stop it from leaking through a little. but in your hysterical state, you don’t hear a thing.

he’s so fucking turned on it makes no sense, fucking his fist listening to you, jerking himself to your fear. he couldn’t not cum even if he wanted to. not with the way you sound crying for him.

you spill your innermost thoughts while he spills all over his hand, almost getting himself caught before he tucks his head into his sleeve, shivering with the force of his disgusting orgasm, thick white cum leaking from his tip while you just keep fucking crying, and god that makes it so much better, brings him to climax so beautifully. and when he comes down, still reeling from it all, he does what he does best. plays.

“i’m so sorry, baby.”

[billciphersboyfriend]

Hallo! Listening to Mitski (Francis Forever, to be exact) as I ask for this!

male!writer!Reader at 3am trying to write his book because “I fell high at 3 am and 3 am is the silly hours” only to breakdown crying 5 minutes later and silly Billy cuddles reader and forces him to sleep? Human!bill would be best for cuddles I think, but I’m excited to see what you come up with if you choose to write a fix based off my prompt. -🐦‍⬛

Hello! Thank you so much for your request! I tried my best to follow the prompt without getting too out of character with Bill, but I’m always open for criticism. Also, I didn’t understand if you wanted Human!Bill or if it was up to me; I wrote Bill in his original form, but if you want the human version I’ll make an edited version with him.

Hope you like it!

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My hands kept shaking and clicking the pen in a frantic manner, making the otherwise silent night loud. The blankness of the page below me seemed so bright in the dark of my room that it almost hurt my eyes. I always had so many ideas, and thoughts, and opinions, why couldn’t I write them down? Why is it always this difficult?

Outside the window I felt the moon observing me; the trees were in the middle of a slow dance with the soft night breeze as the owls took care of the music.

So many beautiful things around me, yet I couldn’t get to write any of that down. How could I? So many things the world made me feel that my human essence couldn’t replicate with simple words.

And with that hot tears were caressing my cheeks and falling on the white page, filling it for the first time tonight. I rolled over to lay on my back, my shaky hands made their way to my face, covering it, as a small sob escaped my lips.

It was impossible to figure out how long it had been, however, after a while the man’s ears got pierced by a sharp, somewhat playful, whistle.

“Woah! I didn’t know you were trying to build an aquarium in here, I would have brought some fishes!” A shrill voice said, laughing, and with a snap a small fish fell on the ground and started to flap around.

When Bill noticed the absence of a reaction he let out a sigh and made the fish disappear.

The small triangle then popped up next to you as he elongated his limbs to push you off the bed: “Oh, come on! I thought you were a fun one! Get up—“ but before he could continue he got interrupted by a small and raspy whine, “Leave me alone, Bill.”

There was silence for a while, no movement could be heard, but Bill presence could be felt from miles away: something so eerie and powerful that with time began to be comforting.

Suddenly, a soft pressure was applied on the human’s cranium that made him wince in surprise.

“Don’t you dare going in my head—“ “I’m not going anywhere. Sleep.”

When you tried to open your eyes to see what he was doing a small black hand slammed, albeit not with much force, on your eyes, making them close.

“I said sleep.”

“I’m not going to sleep, weirdo, what the hell are you doing?”

An annoyed groan echoed from the triangle, taking off the hand from your now dry eyes… Wait, dry? You were crying just a second ago! And how come you were starting to feel… drowsy?

As you started yawning you tried to scold Bill for whatever he had done to you, but soon enough you were fast asleep.

Bill was still sitting on your head bored, playing around with your hair. Not like he had anything better to do at the moment. He thought about entering your mindscape, have a little fun there, but considering your condition he wasn’t sure if he was going to have fun at all, however, you seemed more calm now.

Maybe that’s the important thing now.

———

During the night you tossed and turned a lot and Bill had been carried around like a rag doll the whole time before leaving in the early morning.

Once you woke up you couldn’t remember what had happened, but the slightly wrinkled page was full and you had the best night of sleep you had had ever since you moved to Gravity Falls.

[rzyraffek]

hey I hope this doesn’t sound like a weird request but could u like slashers (preferably Michael Myers, Jason, maybe Billy loomis or Stu?, and the Sinclair brothers) kidnapping “adopting” reader? Like them kind yknow unaliving (Child) readers family then like having to like care for reader???? Idk if it makes sense but it came to me in a dream about me being a kid and Michael myers becoming my dad 😭

ALSO ITS COMPLETELY PLATONIC OBVS ‼️‼️‼️

IM SORRY FOR 2WEEK BREAK I HAD TO!!

This request is such a cute idea!!! I made so much content about perent!slasher and kid!y/n cuz its way more entertaining for me to write!! Authors note at the end!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers trying to be decent dad figures

Jason Voorhees

First of all, why on earth would your perent take you all the way here??? Your a smal baby and this is dangerous! Not only cuz jason is here, but wolfs? Boars? Huge forest AND lake???

So basically he didnt expect a child here

When he was in one of cabins he heard crying from bathroom, after few seconds of planing a murder he realised that is a child crying

His heart skipped a beat and he kinda begun to panic. HUH??? A CHILD? EEE eee oh god the whole backyard is covered in blood... oh no did I scare them?? Oh no

Dude gets more spooked than a child

After they got along he kinda makes them live in his cabin, he spends good portion of time just hanging around

Y/n gets used to their new mute friend and learns their own ways to understand him

Dude is that type of dad who will let y/n paint his nails and he will dress up in cute outfits just to make his kid happy

100% checks under their bed for monsters (and closet too!)

Wants to teach them all about nature! Which plants are good, how to find animals to eat, how to avoid humans

He dodges the topic of slaughtering y/n perents... where are they?? Ermmm idk didnt see them

Micheal Myers

Dude is pretty passive when it comes to kids

He exists, they exists, but as far as kids don't bother him, he won't bother them

But oh lourd..... your his little girl/boi/kid and he is going to do everything to keep it that way

He sees it differently than others, he helped you, took you away from those horrible people (no matter if y/n past perents were bad or good people) why would you want to leave? Or miss them?

But no matter how he feels, he is still Micheal, he won't be very cuddly or clingy. Then y/n needs comforting he will sit next to them, let them talk, tbh he is okay with them giving him some physical attention but he won't hug them back

Steals dolls, figurines, crayons for y/n

He never gets rid of his stalker nature, he is always there, watching, making sure there's noone in their way. Noone bothering or looking at y/n. He sometimes watches them sleep, just looking, he is the only monster in their closet

Huge fan of stickers btw

After good few months he takes off his mask when with y/n! He knows they accept him and love him! I mean his face is as emotionless as its owner but it still matters(at least now you know where he is staring at)

Billy and Stu

Dudes probably were like "eeeerr billy? That *instert y/n perents name* eee you didn't tell me they had a kid?" "the WHAT"

*stu giving y/n chocolates while billy panics in room next to it wondering wtf to do with y/n*

"We can't just keep it! Who is going to take care of it?"

They kept you btw, Billy will say that they did that only so you don't go and call police but they got really attached

Stu is the fun dad while Billy is the serious dad

"Hi baby we bought you happy meal" "child did you do your homework"

Billy rages over monopoli and stu cheats in uno

Sinclair brothers

"Lester who tf is in your truck?" "Eeee I found it?"

Vince lets y/n sleep in his bed when they have nightmares. He also really wants y/n to do arts like him😊

Lester just vibes, you like cars kid? Let's go on car trip! You like wildlife? I know where deers at!

Bo teaches y/n how to shoot while they are way too young to even hold a gun

Y/n will be extremely spoiled btw

None of them know how to cook full meal

Lester will call y/n buddy, pal, kiddo

Bo will call them child, goblin, spawn on satan, little princes(or a prince)

Vincent will see them as little creature and a baby

Vincent let's y/n play and decorate his hair, they also make wax figurines together and play with dog. He is more like older shy brother than a father figure but if you want you can work with this

Bo lets y/n sleep on him and draw on his arms, he also hopes y/n never grows up cuz they are tiny and cute. He also sometimes gives them his hat

Lester loves showing of his skull collection and driving around forest, just talking. He also enjoys lisening to y/n monologues while he is working

All of them get little heart attack when they hear y/n swear. All bets on Bo accidentally saying bad word next to y/n and them just repeating it

Bo and lester love to just put you on their shoulder! And vince just pickes y/n up like sack of potatos (but gently)

Tickle fights with Vince

Arm wrestling with Lester who pretends that y/n is too strong and lets them win

All x reader tags are here only to reach bigger audience! Im sorry if there's any misstypes or anything weird! I kinda wrote it in rush cuz I feel bad for making yall wait for requests so long! I should make this hc list longer but I am very tired. Goodnight

[softpascalito]

Beyond Saving - Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: Javier is on office duty when he learns that someone close to you has passed, causing both of you to spiral.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader, Javier Peña & Reader WC: 1300 Tags/Warnings: can be read as romantic or platonic, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Suicide, Character Death, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Angst, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Mental Breakdown, Crying, Soft Javier Peña, Protective Javier Peña, Author urgently needs therapy, Trauma, she/her pronouns for reader Read on AO3

notes: please take the tags seriously. this is not a happy fic in any way. make sure your mental health is stable enough to read about the mentioned topics. more detailed warnings are on ao3 if someone needs them.

For my love.

Leave me, like you do (like you do). If you need me Wanna see me Better hurry 'Cause I'm leaving soon.

-‘listen before i go’ by billie eilish

It’s not one of those days that he thinks will be difficult. He doesn’t expect anything bad to happen. It’s not supposed to. But it does.

Javier never sees it coming.

He is seated at his wooden desk in the embassy, ready for a day loaded with frequent trips to the coffee machine and lots of paperwork. It’s his turn to file away reports. Reports that usually aren’t interesting to him, that aren’t relevant to his case. The numbers of the dead that are written down on the reports of the Colombian police stay numbers in his head. They don’t turn into the people they represent.

Until they do.

His coffee mug hits the floor a few moments after he reads the name. The brown liquid runs over the tiles, pooling in the crevices between them, as he reads the name again. And again.

Javi’s eyes fly to the cause of death. 

Investigation pending. Suspected suicide.

He doesn’t even grab his jacket as he stands up abruptly, the shards of the mug that held his coffee moments ago crunching under his feet. For all he knows, they could be piercing his skin and he wouldn't notice. His body acts of its own accord.

It's Steve who approaches him and it's Steve who realizes in an instant that something must be very wrong. 

“What is it?” The voice next to him is gentle but still stern enough to get through, “Javi?”

“I have to go.”

He is surprised at how solid his voice sounds compared to the feeling in his stomach, the one that makes him sway slightly on his feet, the impact of the world seemingly having stopped turning.

“Can you drive?”

At that, Javi clears his throat and nods, his brown eyes now flying up to meet the blue ones in front of him, “I'll be okay. I- I'll let you know.”

Steve's voice is low as he nods, “Okay.” As Javi turns to leave, the other man gently reaches for his hand, placing the car keys in them, “You'll need those.”

“Right,” is all he can choke out in return. He doesn't catch the way Steve watches him leave with a concerned look on his face or the sigh that leaves his lips as he reads the paper that is still on the desk next to him.

Javi functions on autopilot. He's not sure how he makes it to her apartment, how he remembers which pedal is for what, how he knows how to get his body to move out of the car and up the stairs.

The keys are already in his hand as he reaches the door but he doesn’t remember taking them out of his pocket.

The apartment is dark.

For a split second, he considers if she has left, if she has gone to see someone, the parents, maybe.

Then he hears a noise that sounds like a whimper, one that is so loaded with pain that it causes him to rush forward in an instant.

She is on the floor in the kitchen, back pressed tightly against the cupboard, knees drawn up to her chest, the entire form below Javi shaking with each small sob that reaches his ears.

Javi drops to his knees rough and uncoordinated, ignoring the pain that shoots through them and his back as he steadies himself and leans forward to cradle her in his arms, one hand sneaking beneath her knees as the other wraps around her back.

He immediately feels the reaction to his touch, as the sobs get worse and his heart breaks the way his coffee mug had earlier, with one quick motion, shattering into a million pieces that will be stepped on and discarded by someone who doesn't care for them.

“Estás bien. Estás bien, querida,” he mutters under his breath, repeating the phrase over and over, a phrase that he doesn't believe. There's no way she is even close to okay.

“I'll get you to the couch, okay?” Javi whispers as he gently scoops her up into his arms, taking the few steps over to the living room, focusing hard on his feet to make sure he won’t trip.

“Hold on to me,” he commands softly, making sure to take it slow as he lowers them both onto the leather sofa, his arms not once breaking their touch. He doesn't let up, trying to absorb the sobs and the trembling as much as he can. He wishes he could absorb the pain too.

“Estoy aquí. No te dejaré,” (I’m here. I won’t leave you,) Javi whispers, bringing one hand up to brush the hair away from her face, leaning back enough to look at her. He's met with messy hair and behind it with bloodshot eyes and a mixture of snot and tears, with pain and grief so evidently written on her face that he himself winces slightly.

Her voice shakes when she finally speaks, the first words she has spoken since the call. They feel wrong in her throat, like throwing up food that was already past its expiration date. They feel even worse when they reach the air of the room, floating between the two of them.

“How did you know?”

Javis eyes soften a little more at that. He doesn't even want to think about the fact that he only knew by chance, that it had been his shift to read the reports, that he wouldn't have had any way of knowing without it.

“Saw it at work,” he replies, honestly, keeping voice soft and his eyes carefully trained on her expression.

“So you know how…” She whispers and Javi nods quickly, not wanting her to say it out loud. Not wanting to hear it said out loud. 

It makes it feel too real.

“Do you know how?” He asks back, using his left hand to reach for a blanket and gently placing it around her shoulders, making sure it doesn't slide off.

“I don't know- I don’t know details. Just that-” A shuddering breath leaves her throat, “that it wasn't an accident.”

There is a fear in her eyes, one that Javi has never seen in her before. One he has seen in very few people. And he has seen enough bad and evil to last him several lifetimes.

Even in the dim light, he can clearly recognize it for a terror that is beyond comprehension, one that he will never be able to put into words.

“It wasn't an accident, was it?” She whispers again, her voice breaking and Javis grip around her tightens a little as he shakes his head.

“No.”

He suddenly feels like he's going to cry, even though he's not sure why. It still feels like the world stopped turning and like he’s stumbling against gravity, against a movement he was so used to until a moment ago. Like a faucet that’s been dripping for ages and finally runs dry or a screen that shuts itself off, fading to black. Like the movement of something inside his chest, inside of her chest, not only a movement that he doesn’t think he can live without but one that he actually cannot live without.

“No, it wasn't an accident,” he repeats, his hand still caressing her skin.

“I'm so sorry, cariño.”

Her face is buried in his chest again as she cries, hot tears leaving her eyes and finding refuge in his shirt. A blue one, the one that she complimented this morning while kissing him goodbye. Waving to him as he headed out the door, a smile on her face. A carelessness that is not only gone now but that seems beyond reach, that seems to be waiting for its funeral the same way the body in a morgue is, a few streets over. Cold and alone and above all, beyond saving.

[writethrough]

Hey ;) I just finished reading "A place to Land" and I'm crying. Literally.

You did an amazing job.

I have an idea for a Billy x Reader fic. Like Billy can't sleep because he is still emotionally vulnerable and shaken after his father burst into his room and started threatening him. So reader comforts him and they end up sleeping on the same bed, hugging / cuddling, after reader tells Billy a story (he needed to hear her voice). And in the morning both realise they slept the whole night peacefully (which is new to both of them).

🤍

Refuge

(Billy Hargrove x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1096

A/N: First of all, thank you for reading "A Place to Land!" I'm so happy you enjoyed it!

Second, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BILLY!

I thought it'd be appropriate to post a Billy fic today. And I'm trying very hard to complete the requests I have. I hope you don't mind I kind of rearranged your request a bit, but tried to hit all of the points you wanted.

I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

The look on Billy’s face when you opened your door was all you needed to insist on him staying over.

This arrangement became more common the longer you knew him. He’d show up after the sun had been below the horizon, barely look you in the eyes, and shuffle his way to your room. It helped that your mom worked most nights.

Billy had been through a lot—so had you—but you didn’t need to deal with Neil Hargrove on top of it all.

Billy was already beneath the covers, stripped of all his clothes save his boxers, and facing your side.

It was the only time he ever slept through the night—when he was beside you.

The morning he confessed that to you had been the start of something inevitable.

You had been close enough to feel his breath, hands brushing, waiting for someone to make the next move.

“I sleep better when I’m with you,” he whispered, eyelids still heavy. The new day light made him glow.

You had shifted forward, tucking your head under his chin as he wrapped one arm around your waist. The other slid below your neck to curl against your shoulders.

“You make me feel safe,” you muttered, burrowing into his warmth.

He squeezed you, hand slipping beneath your shirt.

That was another thing you’d learned rather quickly. Billy liked skin-on-skin contact. You did, too.

It kept the both of you in the present—reminded you that you had survived.

Now, you crawled into bed, facing Billy. He took your pinky in his, unable to wait to feel you.

“What do you need,” you asked, not straying from his eyes.

“Just talk to me…please.” His pinky tightened around yours, voice bordering on teary.

You squeezed back, giving him a reassuring smile.

“I ever tell you about the time Dustin, Robin, and I prank-called Steve for twelve hours straight?”

He shook his head slightly, a smile already tugging at the corner of his lips.

“This was after he ruined Labyrinth for us,” you huffed. “Asshole thought we all saw it even though Rob and I had to cancel on him.”

“So, why was Dustin there?” Billy asked.

“Because that little shit will never miss an opportunity to harass Steve.” You grinned, chuckling.

He laughed, too, and you took it as a small sign of hope that he was coming back to you.

You launched into how you all coordinated your calls, making sure to time them right with the appropriate messages. Steve had thought Robin and Dustin were the sources right away, but when he called both of their houses to see if either picked up, he was surprised they did. He thought they had called from one phone, snickering at his irritation. So, when Robin and Dustin picked up, Steve was stumped. What he didn’t count on was you being involved. And when he was on the phone with Robin, he got another call from you, disguising your voice as eerily childlike.

Twelve hours later, he was severely freaked out and waiting for more calls. And when none came, every time the phone rang, he jumped.

It wasn’t until Monday morning at Family Video did you come clean. He didn’t talk to you three for two days. Which was a feat considering he had his shifts with Robin. Though, you figured she did most of the talking anyway.

“Remind me to never piss you off,” Billy said after he was done laughing.

“Nah, I wouldn’t do that to you.” You had a soft spot for the man in front of you.

You’d seen him at his worst and witnessed him fight to be better. If you thought about it too hard, your heart would hurt. It was just…You were just…You were…

“I’m really proud of you,” you whispered, pushing some of his curls behind his ear.

His brow furrowed for a moment. Then, a slow blush came to his cheeks, only visible from the moonlight shining on him, and his eyes grew glassy.

“You don’t have to say that.” He was trying to hold back the tears, voice barely there.

“I just need you to know that.” You pulled his hand to your mouth, holding it there as if it’d make him believe you. “I’m so, so proud of you.”

A single tear slipped down his cheek, and he didn’t stop you from wiping it away.

You were the only one to ever tell him that, the only one that saw any potential in him. It’s what made him seek you out that first night. You treated him like a human—like he was worth something.

He remembered how you placed his head in your lap when the Mind Flayer fell. He was bleeding. He was going to die. And all he managed to say was how sorry he was, and all he felt was you. And he had the brief thought that he was happy you were the last thing he would see.

And then he woke up in the hospital.

And you were the first one he saw.

You were there for him in his most vulnerable moments, and he didn’t want to give that up.

He pushed forward, wrapping his arm around your waist and tucking his face into your neck.

Your hand running up and down his back made him breathe easier. He’d do anything to stay like this, to feel this love every second of every day.

That’s what this was. Wasn't it? It had to be.

He wanted to be near you, and when he wasn’t, he thought about you or visited you at work. He needed you. No one else had made him feel this safe. And no one else ever would.

Through all of the changes that had happened these past few years, you were his constant. You were Billy's foundation, his shelter, his home.

I love you.

He couldn’t say it. He wasn’t sure he could ever, but he thought somewhere deep down, you knew.

You had never refused him. You were always so kind. And he couldn’t imagine you looking at anyone else the way you looked at him. He couldn’t imagine you touching anyone else the way you touched him.

You pressed your lips to his forehead, and he swore he could hear an “I love you” in his mind.

He sunk further into you, pulling you close so no part of you wasn’t against him.

And before he succumbed to his unconscious, he knew he’d do whatever it took to have you like this for the rest of his life.

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[decadentworld]

Hi , can i ask for y/n accidentally finding out about the guys hard limits? And then conforting them about it x

Headcanons on accidentally finding out about the boys (Jonathan, Steve, Eddie, Billy)’s hard limits.

※ For male readers only. +18. Minors do not interact.

※ Total wordcount: 2.1k

※ Requested by Anonymous.

※ I will list some of the hard limits I believe they might have and develop one of them for each of the boys.

※ Trigger warnings: Graphic descriptions of panic attacks. Allusions to past child physical abuse.

※ Content & warnings: Hurt/comfort. Crying.

※ Work available only on Tumblr and under ArchiveOfOurOwn pseud of the same name (DecadentWorld). Do not repost, edit, or redistribute. Do not use for TikTok videos.

Steve’s hard limits:

※ Choking.

※ Getting tied up.

※ Edging.

Steve is already hot and bothered against you. You’re all over him, pushing him against the wall as you kiss him heavily, arms around his waist. His tongue meets yours in a sensual dance, always so fervently trying to impose, but realizes how very powerless he is when he’s with you, and lets you overpower him and control the kiss.

He separates to heave in a long breath. He looks up at you with lust in his eyes.

“Wanna take this to the bedroom?”, you drawl next to his ear.

You feel him shiver and purr, and answers with a low, “yeah.”

You can’t resist. He’s simply so delectable like this, him knowing he’s about to be eased into submission and loving every second of it. Your right hand has a life of its own, going up his body and resting atop his throat, not fully choking him, but feeling heavy against him. “Good b—”

It’s like you can see his life leave through his eyes. His face pales, his legs lose their strength and he buckles against you. His hands quickly grab yours and try to pry it off himself, though you take your hand as soon as he does it, and when you do, he all but collapses on the floor.

“Steve?!”

He’s hyperventilating. His hands scratch at his neck, almost as if whatever was choking him is still there. There are tears going down his cheeks. He looks spaced out, almost like he’s having a flashback while his panic attack is wreaking havoc in him.

You crouch next to him, not knowing how to help him. You softly put your hands on his, still on his neck, lightly enough to not spook him more than he is already. “Steve, come back. You’re fine. You’re home. Nothing is hurting you, honey.”

God. The noises he’s making are terrifying. He sounds like he can’t get enough air into his lungs, and this in turn causes him to almost whistle in this desperation, like he’s a wounded animal.

You get in front of him, between his parted legs, noticing his eyes vaguely following your movements. “Nothing is gonna hurt you. Come back. Come back.”

Gradually, he begins to calm down, the tears still going down, but his breathing starting to level out.

Steve looks up at you from his seated position against the wall. His hands finally lowering and holding yours.

He makes a face of distaste and rubs his face with his hands. “God. Sorry. I don’t know wh-why you had to see that—”

You quickly sit next to him, against the wall. “None of that. It was all my fucking fault.” You cradle his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder and rub his hair. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby. I didn’t know.”

Steve melts against you. “You couldn’t have known. It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” You kiss his forehead. He gives you a happy sigh and rubs circles on your chest. “It’s not,” you repeat. “I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe… Maybe we should talk about things you’re okay and not okay with, first?”

Steve smiles. “Yeah. Sounds like a solid plan.”

Eddie’s hard limits:

※ Humiliation.

※ Getting called ‘freak’.

※ Sensory deprivation.

Currently, you have Eddie’s lean body pressed against the wall, one thigh between both of his, though not brushing against his clothed erection yet. He gives his all into the kiss, but he knows he’ll always yield to your stronger advances. He makes these small muffled noises that have your heart fluttering every time. He’s so adorable.

Your right hand goes up, and you run your fingers through the hair at his nape. He moans. Melts against you and grabs at whatever part of your shirt he can. He tries to rub himself onto your thigh, but you’re mean, and lower it when you feel him getting closer to you. At the same time, your hand holds a fistful of his hair, softly, only strongly enough for him to feel the slightest pressure on his hair follicles.

He moans like he’s hyperventilating. Eddie withdraws and looks up at you through his lashes. “H-Harder, please?”

You do as you’re asked to, grabbing more of his hair and pulling tighter, so tight that it has to hurt. Even if it does, then it surely looks like he’s enjoying the pain, since his eyes shut and he moans loudly. “You like the pain?”

Eddie moans lowly and nods.

“Ooh, a little bit of a freak, aren’t we?”

All of a sudden, the moment is cut when you feel him tense against you, then feel hands pushing against your chest. “No. No.”

You immediately back off and watch as he walks away. You notice the wetness in his eyes as he does. “Ed?” You follow him, concerned.

“No!” He quickly walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind himself.

“Ed? What’s wrong?”

Your heart breaks when you hear the first sniffles. You hear his muffled voice behind the door. “I’m not. I’m not a freak.”

“Oh my God.” You lean against the door. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean it at all. You’re not… that.”

You keep leaning against the door on one arm for some minutes, giving him apologies and listening to his low sniffles gradually quieten, until they stop. Only his breathing can be heard as you stay still, waiting for his next move.

The doorhandle starts turning slowly, and the door opens a hair’s width at first, then more, until Eddie all but comes crashing out of it, throwing himself around your shoulders. “I’m so s-stupid— I’m so sor—”

“No, no, no. I won’t let you.” You hold him tenderly, letting him whine lowly against your neck. “Why would you think you have anything to be sorry about? Look at me.” He does. “I’m so sorry, baby. You’re not that. You’re an angel. You’re a sweetheart. My honeypot. My little bunny—”

Eddie giggles against your mouth as he kisses you to stop your rambling. “I get it.”

You withdraw with a smile. “But seriously,” you continue. “Whoever’s responsible for giving you that reaction… I’m gonna kill them.”

“It’s fine. I swear.” Eddie nuzzles your neck. “It’s in the past. But…” His face gets so pink now. He hides behind his hair. “I… wouldn’t mind a bit more convincing…?”

You cackle. “My sky, my better half, my obsidian…”

Billy’s hard limits:

※ Face-slapping.

※ Severe painplay.

※ Temperature play.

※ Degradation.

Billy is so needy he vaguely thinks he should be embarrassed, but there’s no room for thought when you’re kissing the life out of him, giving him small bites on his lips in between random amounts of kisses. His moans are so airy. That’s how you understand he’s losing his composure little by little.

A tighter bite under his jaw has him moaning high-pitchedly. Before this, Billy tentatively asked you if you’d be more pushy, if he could experiment with a bit more pain. It’s dangerous territory, what with his history, but you agreed.

Maybe you shouldn’t have, or perhaps you should’ve waited longer into the relationship for it.

Billy’s all for the bites you give him. The scrape of your teeth that go from his jaw to his right nipple is a gentle kind of pain that has him growing heavy and wet in his pants.

But the sudden, forceful grip on the sides of his hips has him thinking otherwise.

Billy tries to enjoy this. He asked for this. He asked for the pain. It’s getting tighter—

It hurts. Your fingers roughly fondle his sides, resting higher up and grabbing onto the sides of his ribcage. They press down.

It hurts. Billy knows he’s going to bruise. There’s going to be fingerprint-shaped bruises on his torso.

It hurts. His mind goes into survival mode.

“Billy?”, you ask, noticing how he’s gone rigid against you.

You lean back, putting some distance while still holding him, softly this time. He does not answer. He looks at you with an expression you’re not familiar with. Nostrils flaring, mouth pinched tight, chin tilting up higher than necessary to look up at you.

Eyes watery. Breathing shaky.

“Billy?”, you ask again, and when he doesn’t answer, you withdraw and take a better look.

Hands trembling.

“Baby… what’s wrong? Talk to me?”

Billy looks at you like he’s holding in his hatred.

“It’s alright. Can I take your hands? Look.” You raise your own to show him, but it seems to do worse than better.

He flinches.

“God, baby, I’m so sorry. I’m not gonna hurt you. No one’s gonna hurt you. Can you put your hands on mine? Can I touch your hands?” You hold your own hands at the height of his own, offering but not pushing.

Many seconds pass before he crumbles. His eyebrows pinch together and the tears he’d been holding back fall down his face. At the same time, he puts his hands on yours.

“That’s it, Blue. Let me make it better. I’m so sorry.”

Billy breaks down. He tentatively gets closer to you, like he thinks he’s not allowed, but when you begin closing the distance, he throws himself on you. You hold him lovingly. “I— B-But I asked for it—”

“That’s okay, angel. It just wasn’t for you. I’m sorry for pushing.” You kiss his face all over, and you know he’s back with you when he looks almost exasperated at all your loving. You tenderly stroke the sides of his torso. “I think I might have bruised you. I’m sorry. Do you want me to rub some cream on you?”

Billy embarrassedly grumbles against your chest. “‘M not gonna say no to that.”

Jonathan’s hard limits:

※ Rough manhandling.

※ Ruined orgasms.

Jonathan looks so tempting like this. Standing at the other side of the room, right after everyone’s left for the day, he gives you the look. He puts his chin to his chest, leers at you from under his lashes, fidgets with the hem of his sweater, practically begging you to ruin him. And you want nothing more than that. To wreck him.

So you approach.

Quickly.

So quickly that it almost gives him whiplash, and he’s not prepared for the roughness with which you grab his wrists, push him against the wall, which wasn’t that close to him in reality, something that makes the impact against his back all the more forceful and.

And.

Hurtful.

The initial shock is eclipsed by how much you tower over him, and how much you’re all up in his space, and how strong you feel against him. Which is something that he usually loves.

But it feels wrong, now.

Because it’s all too familiar to him.

Jonathan’s wrists, which are against the sides of his head, held in your strong grip, thrash into your hold, trying to shake you off, but you just think he’s into this little play. How wrong you are.

Jonathan shakes his head, because unlike his father, you’re a lot stronger, and he’s starting to feel desperate, because you can’t see his face properly like this, so you can’t understand that this is no longer fun to him.

“Get off me!”

You release him like he’s just burnt you. Immediately, he puts some distance between the two of you, no longer standing against the wall. “Jon?”, you ask him, concerned.

Jonathan doesn’t answer you at first, just looking at you like he’s fuming. That alone makes you feel terrible. Some seconds pass, and he seems to deflate a little. “Don’t… Don’t just… go berserk like that.”

“Jonny, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He sighs, starting to fidget with the hem of his sweater as if he feels like he is the one who did something wrong. “It’s fine,” he mumbles.

“No, it’s not.” You slowly approach him, holding your hands out under you. Jonathan bites his lower lip and softly puts his hands on yours. You rub his hands with your thumbs. “I’m sorry.”

Jonathan hums and looks at you from under his lashes. “Okay.”

You bring his hands up to your mouth and kiss them repeatedly, making him giggle.

“Okay, okay. I understand.” His hands hold onto the sides of your face. “I’m not that mad. I’m… kind of into that but also kind of… not?” Jonathan blushes such a pretty pink.

“Maybe we could talk about it first? See what you like the best?”

He nods, meekly.

[milliesfishes]

Imagine how Billy would react if an opposing gang kidnapped his young daughter

(imagining this is in the same universe as this) 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖𐙚𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂'𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓴𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭𝜗𝜚˖𐙚 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓭

It all seemed to happen in a flash

One minute you were in the kitchen, having left your baby girl alone for just a moment to play in the garden. The window you were next to had a direct view of Annie, and so you didn't think anything of it.

The next, you watched in horror as a man, bandanna pulled up over his face, suddenly appeared, seizing her and carrying her away. Instantly you reacted, running out to try and stop it. Managing to catch up with him, you tugged at his arm, pleading with him to give your daughter back, who was now crying in a way that made your heart break.

He shoved you to the ground, and by the time you regained your bearings, he was long gone. Riding off into the distance, Annie's cries echoing across the empty space.

Breaths frantic, you pulled your knees to your chest, mind racing. How had they found you? Who could be cruel enough to take away a little girl who'd done nothing to deserve it? If you'd had a minute to reason with him, you would have begged the man take you instead.

When you heard hooves approaching in the distance, you thought maybe he had come back for you. Burying your face in your knees, your body shook with sobs. If only you hadn't left her alone, if only you'd taken her with you when you went inside.

Lifting your head, you heard Billy's voice calling out for you and Annie, and a wave of relief washed over you. Scrambling to your feet, you flung the door open, running to him. You could hardly see through your tears, but it didn't matter. Your body could find him like a magnet seeking its mate.

Crashing into him, you began to cry again, and though you couldn't see his face you knew he was confused. His arms encircled you, and he began to try and soothe you. "Oh, sweetheart, what's all this? What's happened?" Billy petted your hair, rubbing your back as you clung to him. "Where's Annie?"

You lifted your head at that, searching his eyes as you tried to figure out how to tell him. Billy's once-concerned expression darkened, and he thumbed the side of your face, brow furrowed. "Darlin', where's Annie? What happened?" His tone was more urgent now.

"There...there was a man...he took her-" your voice broke, and you hid your face in your hands. "I tried to stop him but he took Annie-" you cut yourself off, hysterical. "It was all my fault, I left her alone, I shouldn't have-"

"Baby...baby..." Billy was surprisingly calm as he removed your hands from your face, replacing them with his own on your cheeks. He brushed away tears with his fingers. "I need ya to look at me. Hm?"

You raised your tear-filled eyes to meet his. He exhaled softly, searching them. The ocean color of his own gave you some comfort, and you managed to calm down just a little.

"There we go...atta girl," he murmured, eyes still on you. Then he brought you close once again, holding your head to his chest. "Did ya see what direction they rode in?"

"J-just about north, I think," you managed. His chin touched your head- a nod.

"Mkay." Billy pulled back, settling his hands on your shoulders. He looked you in the eye, a determination on his face. "Honey, I needja to stay here. Can ya do that f' me?"

When you nodded, he managed a small upturn of his lips. "Good girl. I'm gonna go get 'er, okay? With any luck I'll be back by mornin'."

"Billy..." you choked. "What-?"

"Don't worry 'bout me," he insisted firmly, both hands on the nape of your neck, over your hair with thumbs just brushing your jaw on either side. As you looked up at him, you could see the simmering anger within. He was trying to rein it in for your sake, but there was no telling what he would do once he had Annie's kidnappers within reach.

It was easy for you to forget how dangerous Billy was considered because of how gentle he was with you. He was your dream and the world's nightmare. Especially when said world hurt the ones he loved.

The intensity in his eyes was present as he leaned in, kissing you briefly. "Try 'n get some sleep. I'll be home soon." Billy turned and left with one final brush to your cheek, before you could utter a single word of protest.

Though he told you to sleep, you didn't even try. Eyelids heavy, wrapped in a blanket to stifle the chill of the night air, you listened for the sounds of his returning horse. Worry wracked your body as your mind brought forth a series of horrifying images that you couldn't get rid of.

Had he gotten her out? Were either of them hurt? Was he even able to find her? It was agony, knowing the two people you loved the most in this world were in danger, and not being able to do a single thing about it. The only thing you were capable of was following his order to stay put.

All the while your body was tight with anxiety, every happy memory of your sweet little daughter playing behind your eyes. Just this morning she'd been giggling showing you the little handful of daisies she'd picked, her never-ending fondness for flowers more than endearing to you.

As the clock ticked, signaling the morning's early hours, you began to lose hope. At this point, you were completely unsure if he would ever return, if the man who'd taken your baby had caught him and was planning to return for you as well.

Bootsteps on the porch awakened you from your stupor, and you stood as Billy carefully opened the door. And in his arms, fast asleep, was Annie.

You gasped, moving forward and carefully touching your daughter's face with a shaky hand, unsure if this was a dream. Looking up at Billy with your eyes wide, you murmured, "Is she...?"

"She's alright," Billy whispered, looking down at Annie, whose head was nestled partially in his neck. Her little hand was clinging to his shirt, her breathing soft. "Just a lil' shaken up. But she's okay."

Your eyes filled with tears of relief, and you rested your head on Billy's shoulder. He put a hand on your back, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling softly. "You shoulda gone to bed, sweet thing."

"I was too worried," you sniffled, holding him close, one hand on Annie's back. Billy hummed, bending at the knees and winding an arm around your legs under your bottom, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He carried both you and Annie to your bedroom, setting you down on the mattress.

You took Annie in your arms, snuggling her close and kissing her hair, vowing to never let her out of your sight again. Sitting up, you watched Billy unbutton his shirt, removing his pants as well. When he came closer, sitting on the bed, you lifted a hand to his face, tracing a finger over the dried blood on his cheek.

No questions were asked. You knew it would be better that way. He simply covered your hand on his face with his own, clasping it and kissing your fingers.

Even if you asked, you knew he would never tell you what happened.

Lying on your back, Annie nestled into your side, you reached out an arm for Billy, eyes conveying what he needed them to. It didn't matter what he had done. Both him and your baby were safe.

He settled in next to you, pressing a kiss to your hair and wrapping his arms around both you and Annie. Billy buried his face in the crook of your neck, too exhausted to speak. Your other hand came up to his head, nails gently scratching his head and soothing him to sleep.

The protective spot in his arms made you feel enough at ease to close your eyes. Billy wouldn't let anything more happen.