#hell'd idiot

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

There is no tomorrow, you will not see another day.

[howlingday]

BATTLE OF THE STRONG

Hazel: (Walking up to Nora from behind, Wearing a yellow sundress)

Nora: (Firing Magnhild)

Mercury: Here comes Hazel! He'll save our ass!

Hazel: (Walks past Nora)

Mercury: WHAT?!

Hazel: (Stands in front of Nora) You're in my way.

Nora: What?! You're in MY way! And what do you gotta eat to get that big?! HAMMER TIME!

Mercury: WHY THE HELL'D YOU STAND IN FRONT OF HER?!

Hazel: Why did I stand in front of my enemy? Because the only time the strong should be behind anyone... (Dusts off dress) ...is to undress their lover. But the only time when the strong stands in front of anyone... (Steps inside) ...is to steal a kiss from their lover.

Mercury: Damn! You really are a man!

Nora: YOU'RE ALL A BUNCHA IDIOTS, AREN'T YOU?! Huh?

Hazel: (Jams dust into his arms)

Nora: Hey! What kinda semblance is that?!

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Nora: (Panting, Staggers towards Hazel)

Hazel: (On his back, Tears in his eyes)

Nora: Hey... What do you think you're doing? What's got you crying like that, huh? Big bro.

Nora: (Kneels down, Wipes his eyes)

Nora: (Walks away, Stops) Hey... If we see each other again, I wanna have a drink with you. And then you can tell me... all about the woman named "Gretchen".

THE BATTLE IN THE HAVEN COURTYARD THE WINNER - NORA

[adaptacy]

If you want requests for Johnny could you maybe do something with him x connie? Maybe he spares her and they like run away togetjer IDK literally anything with them pls

omg okay so i know a lot of people ship them and i love both of them but i have never really given connie the time of day so i am SO sorry if she is out of character but i will try my best!! i hope you enjoy <3

There was a silenced yelp from the orange-haired girl as a palm clasped over her mouth and she was tugged backwards, her back hitting someone's chest. The arm holding her was alarmingly large, and she tried to pry herself free, but she was shushed.

"Quit wigglin'. I ain't gonna hurt'ya, damn it," the attacker grumbled, pressing his palm harder against her face. Yeah right. She didn't believe a single word of that.

She squirmed more, and her head was tilted backwards, where she found one of the family members looking down at her, his eyes narrowed sternly as he shook his head.

"Quiet down if you wanna live. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't still be breathin'. Just hold on," he directed, and Connie frowned, but she did as he asked. He had a good point; he hadn't had any issue slicing the throats of Leland or Ana, and she supposed he would've done the same with her if he wanted her dead.

Plus, she didn't have much of a choice. His arm was wrapped around her torso, preventing her from doing anything more than squirming. Connie's breath hitched as he pulled her deeper into the shed, her eyes widening as she saw the shadow of another family member through the holes in the wood.

"C'mon pretty darlin'! Come on out for us!" A female giggled, calling out for the last remaining victim. Connie looked up at the dark-haired man holding her, and he looked back down at her, shaking his head again. Well, right now it seemed like her two choices were to either die by the hands of this guy, or die by the hands of the slightly more psychotic woman outside.

She chose this guy.

And yet, when the footsteps receded and she braced herself for impact- A blunt force to her head, a stab in her gut, a knife to her throat... she felt his hands release her, and she stumbled forward, turning back to look at him.

"What the hell?" She whispered, looking the man up and down.

"I ain't lettin' 'em kill you. Made the mistake once, I ain't makin' it again. Follow me, an' be silent. 'Less you want me to kill you." He looked her up and down, and she shook her head. "Didn't think so. Be silent now."

Connie responded with nothing more than a nod, deciding her best shot was to follow now, and ask questions later.

~

"I still don't understand," she sighed, sitting criss-cross on a neatly arranged motel bed.

"Shouldn't you just be glad yer still kickin'?" Johnny glanced behind him at the redhead before he returned his attention to the window he was spying out of.

"I don't think they're coming," Connie murmured, picking at her fingernails.

"You don't know that."

"It's been two hours..."

"Listen here, missy." Johnny turned around with a scowl, and Connie stared him down, blinking. He wanted to get onto her, but all he could manage was a question that had been brewing in his mind. "How the hell'd you 'n your friends find us, anyways?"

"We found her car. Your house was the closest sign of life, so Leland and Ana went out one night and saw you taking a girl back. When they didn't see her leave the next day, we assumed it was you guys who took Maria," Connie explained. While she was obviously nervous being in the same room as a murderer who had killed her friends the very same day, what choice did she have but to engage with him?

Connie quite liked living, having a beating heart, and breathing. She chose that over angering this guy any day. "You damn idiots didn't have a clue what you were gettin' into, huh?"

Connie shrugged, and shook her head. "I guess not," she sighed, scooting backwards on the bed and bringing her knees to her chest. "It was so stupid of us. We didn't know what to do. We just wanted to save Maria."

"Guess you learned your lesson," Johnny mumbled, and Connie frowned. Then she scoffed, turning to look at Johnny.

"Seriously? Don't you have any remorse?" She raised her voice, losing sight of her goal to stay alive. Between his cocky attitude and her friends being dead, she was on her last straw. "You killed them. All of them. They were innocent!"

"I did what I had to," Johnny huffed, looking almost disgusted with Connie. "You're lucky I let you go."

"You didn't let me go. You're practically holding me hostage. What the hell do you want with me, anyways?" Connie growled.

"Well, I can't let you go. You'll run 'n tattle to the cops."

"Yeah, obviously. You're a murderer." Connie took in a deep breath and set her chin between her knees. "You should've killed me. Now I'm just gonna be stuck in purgatory with a cannibal."

"Listen, Darlin'-"

"Ew, don't call me that," Connie snapped.

"I am keepin' you safe, in case you didn't notice. I could'a killed ya."

"So why didn't you? Why did I have to be the one you choose to keep around as a pet?"

Johnny sighed, pressing a palm to his face. He tapped his foot, growing impatient with the bratty girl. She had a point, and a reason to be angry, but it was still hell to deal with. It wasn't like he could just tell her that he liked her spirit, that he thought she was cute, that he appreciated her ferocity-- No, this was not the right circumstance for trying to flirt with a girl. Maybe don't kill her friends next time, jackass. "I'm tired'a being the bad guy. Wanted to help someone for once," he lied, not even sounding that sure of himself.

"You didn't save the others. You had a chance to be the good guy. You really fucked that one up," Connie grumbled. "How long do you plan on holding me hostage?"

"I'm not holdin' you hostage."

"So I can leave?"

"No."

"Then I'm a hostage," Connie corrected.

"Quit sayin' that, dammit."

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you want me on my knees thanking you for what a hero you've been to me? What's your name again? Johnny?" Connie frowned, and then cleared her throat. "Oh, thank you, Johnny! Thank you for killing my friends, kidnapping me, and being a sick bastard of a cannibal. You really are my savior."

Johnny sighed, rolling his eyes. She was not the company he was expecting. Not the company he was hoping for. He had gotten himself into this situation, and yet he couldn't bring himself to pity the girl. Not with this attitude of hers. "You make a habit of talkin' back?"

"Only to serial killers."

"Fine. I wanted to save you. You ain't deservin' of the shit that yer friends went through."

"Neither were they!" Connie yelled, her voice cracking. "God damn it," she whined, pulling her knees closer to her chest as she gave away her weakness. Finally, Johnny felt a slight twinge of regret, of sympathy for the girl.

"I'm sorry," Johnny mumbled, stepping towards the girl.

"Saying sorry doesn't bring them back," she whispered, finally breaking as she let out a tense exhale, silently crying into her knees.

"I know. I-" Johnny paused. He had no clue how to reassure or comfort people. He knew how to make them cry, not how to make them stop. He awkwardly shuffled over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. "I could only save one of ya. They would'a got the rest, and you too, if I tried savin' all of 'em."

Connie didn't respond, she just cried, and Johnny rolled his eyes, more so at the frustration of his own incompetence than at the fact that she was crying.

Johnny shuffled closer to her, looking her balled-up frame up and down, trying to figure out what to do. After an awkward moment of silence, he shuffled even closer.

Connie felt arms around her, and she whimpered, giving in to her needs. She leaned against his chest, crying into him, and he, albeit stiffly, hugged her as she did so. "I'm real sorry, darlin'."

Connie still didn't offer any form of a verbal reply, but she did wrap her arms around his stomach as she cried, and Johnny placed his chin on her head. He didn't know what to do, he was simply following what felt natural. And it seemed to be working.

How he was going to make this up to her, he didn't have the slightest clue. But he wanted to try. He really wanted to try.

[slasher-male-wife]

Hi, hello!

It's been a while, hasn't it. How are you doing comrade? Personally, I'm doing quite well. I'm going to see Halloween Ends sometime after it releases. I've also gotten a 5 ft tall skeleton I can dance around with in my room.

Back to why I'm here, I was wondering if you could write something about a slasher getting mad at y/n and y/n ignoring said slasher for the next few days, but in the end they end up going to the slasher and start cuddling them or something lovey dovey.

(Preferably Nubbins Sawyer, Choptop Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt + Anyone else if you wanna add em)

Xoxo

-13

Hi anon I’m so sorry this took a bit to get to. Anyway I’ll happily write this for you. I just wrote something like this but for different characters. I had a bit of trouble coming up with what they would be arguing about but I figured it out. I’m in a bit of a Bill Mosely kick because of House of 1000 corpses so this is a great request to have rn.

Slashers and reader making up after a fight

Includes: Nubbins Sawyer, Chop Too Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt

Warnings: Strong language, implied murder, mention of roadkill

Nubbins Sawyer

Nubbins always liked to play jokes on you. They're mostly harmless, something along the lines of just jump scaring you and then it's over. But a few days ago he went a bit too far. While you were outside he staged what looked like his organs coming out of his stomach. You screamed when you saw it and quickly rushed over to his side. After a few moments of pure panic he started to laugh. He pushed off the roadkill guts he got and just laughed. You quickly stood up and shouted at him. Why would he scare you like that? You cussed him out before going back inside.

You avoided him for the next few days. You just couldn't stand to see him. But you couldn't stay mad for long. He didn't mean to scare you that bad did he? He just wanted to spook you right? Nobody actually got hurt. So when you saw him sitting on the couch looking over pictures he took you sat down next to him. This being the first time you've been near him in the past few days he quickly discarded the pictures and wrapped you in his arms.

"Y/N I know you was gonna come back! I knew you was gonna forgive me!" He shouts pulling you into his lap and giving you kisses all along your temple and cheek.

"Ok ok calm down honey!" You say with a smile, "I missed you too. You just scared me really bad. Don't do that again please."

"Oh I promise I won't! I'll be real nice I swear!" He starts to break into quiet laughter and you couldn't help but laugh along too.

Chop Top Sawyer

Today you woke up with a pounding headache and nothing you could do could stop it. You just decided to wait it out in your room with the lights off. You're trying to just relax when you can hear, clear as day, Chop Top playing the radio as loud as ever. You knocked on the walls a few times and told him to quiet down. However he just kept playing his music super loud.

You had enough and got up and walked over to where he was. You turned off the radio and crossed your arms.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Don't you have the decency to at least turn down the radio so I can fucking try and heal this headache?" You shout at him.

"Why the hell'd you turn the music off?" He shouts back at you. You scoff.

"Were you not fucking listening you idiot? I have a fucking migrane and I need quiet so turn the god damn music down!" You shout making your head throb even more.

"Well this is my damn house! I can listen to my music as loud as I want to!" His yelling also makes it worse.

"Well I live here too you know? Maybe think of other people some time!" The two of you went back and forth between this before you stormed off. It's been a few days since and the headache has long passed. You can't help but feel bad for being so mean to your boyfriend.

You pick up a boombox and a cassette and make your way over to Chop Top's room. You knock before entering. He's sitting at a desk where he's making something. You set the box down and put in the tape. Soon the music starts to play and you walk over to him. You lower yourself down to his sitting level and kiss his cheek.

"Whatcha making lovely?" You ask. You're quickly pulled into a tight, bone crushing hug by Chop top and you both start to laugh.

"You're not mad anymore?" He asks

"Of course not honey. I couldn't stay mad forever," You two share a sweet kiss and he pulls away. You get a better peak at what he's making this time, "How about you tell me all about this." You say gesturing to the project.

"I gladly will."

Thomas Hewitt

You'd grown bored waiting upstairs in your room while the family dealt with some new victims. The screaming and yelling has stopped at least an hour ago. You decided to go downstairs just for a little bit before you go crazy. You leave your room and head for the kitchen to grab something to drink. You passed Monty in the living room with a nod and you can see Luda Mae in the back yard hanging up laundry.

You open the fridge and bend down to grab a soda. When you shut the door someone grabs your wrist. You expected it to be Hoyt but it was Tommy. You could see that he was clearly worried. You jumped and took a deep breath.

"Christ Thomas you scared the shit out of me," He points to you and to the floor, "What am I doing down here?" you ask. He nods, "I'm just getting a drink Thomas," He shakes his head and you pull your wrist out of his hand, "I know there are victims here ok? I just got thirsty. I was going mad up in that room too."

He huffs and you put a hand on your hip, "I'm not a child Tommy. I know what you and your family do here alright. Now I'm gonna go back upstairs. I hope that's ok with you." You pop open your soda and you walk out of the kitchen. You spent the rest of the day up in your room. You didn't talk to Thomas when he came up to see you. You were silent during dinner too.

But when it finally came time for bed you saw Thomas already in bed. You laid down next to him and cuddled into him, "I love you." You say. Thomas holds you close to him as a reply.

[correctrvbquotes]

Church sneaks up on Sarge and knocks him out with the butt end of his sniper rifle.

Church: Booya!

Sarge: Geegagawboh!

Simmons: Ooh, the back of your head.

Church: Well that was close. I've always wanted to say "booya" too, that was awesome. ...Booyeah.

Simmons: Where the hell'd you come from?

Church: Huh? Oh, you must be one of the new Blues that took over our base after we left. Listen, don't be afraid, but I'm from the past.

Simmons: Why would I be afraid of someone from the past? People from the future are scary. People from the past are savages and idiots.

Sarge: Whaoweaugh, what the, who hit me?

Simmons: Hurry, quick, before he wakes up, help me get this guy in the hole.

Church: We have a hole? That's kickass!

[yxkanna]

🎲

get kissed idiot // @kxllerblond 16. a kiss in the rain

NICK DOESN'T TYPICALLY get cold. This is a man who trudges through snow in Converse and a leather jacket - he can handle the cold. Of course, cold rain is different; Nick is soaked through in this sudden downpour, shivering, hands tucked up under his armpits, scowling like a cat that's been dragged into a bath. He's standing here, waiting for a bus that likely isn't coming, given what he's heard about some flooding a little south of him. Such is life.

IT'S RAINING, BUT suddenly isn't around him anymore. There's an umbrella over his head, and looking to the left reveals Clark, standing there all calm, seemingly untouched by the storm. He steps a little closer, thinks for a moment - leans up to press a grateful kiss to Clark's chin, since his hands are likely too cold to be appreciated.

"WHERE THE HELL'D you come from?" he asks, like this is normal.

[the-earnest-system]

WKM Fanfic - The Most Dangerous Game

A/N: I wanted to use some time period appropriate slang, but I'm simply not a skilled enough writer to write the word "zozzled" and then maintain a serious tone. Also, I don't know how guns work, so let me know if there are any egregious errors.

Everything is going perfectly.

I had back up plans on back up plans, but none of that will be necessary. Everyone is too drunk to remember their own names. I expected more hesitation, at least from Damien and William. The last time we interacted was a huge fight, after all. I wouldn't trust any drinks they offered me. 

The pretense of playing a poker game has long since ended. It's easy to pull William aside.

"Hello, old friend. Will you come with me to the wine cellar? We need to get more wine."

He hums in acknowledgement, but with his state it's likely he didn't understand a word I said. That might be a problem. He needs to be at least a little coherent for this to work.

I have to practically drag him to the wine cellar, but no one pays us any mind. All according to plan.

All of my patience, all of my hard work, all of my sacrifice. It's finally going to pay off. Everything I've ever wanted will be mine. 

He begins to inspect the bottles of wine along the wall, before pulling one off. 

"What about this one?" He slurs.

He did understand me. Or he's figured out that the most likely reason we're in a wine cellar is to get more wine. Either way, he seems to be walking the line between "drunk enough to go along with this whole thing" and "coherent enough to go along with this whole thing" very well. I shouldn't have worried. This is my plan, after all, and I spent years perfecting it.

I pull his gun from his waistband and empty it. He doesn't notice. Only William would bring a loaded gun to a party. I saw him playing with it earlier, too. Idiot.

"William, I didn't bring you here to get wine." I say, getting his attention. I wait until his eyes widen at seeing the gun, and then I aim at his head and pull the trigger.

He drops the wine bottle he was holding in surprise. "Why the hell'd you do that!" He tries to take the gun, but I easily sidestep.

This next part is the most important, but I have every faith I can pull it off.

"Hey, relax. It's just a game." I make my voice sound as soothing as possible. All that I need now is my acting skills. I've practically already won. 

"There's so much bad blood between us. I figure, if we both take a shot, and we both survive, we can put it all behind us. What do you say?"

As I speak, I reload the gun. It's not a particularly subtle maneuver, but he doesn't glance down at my hands even once. He looks extremely confused. I simplify.

"Take the gun and shoot me. If I survive, everything will be okay again."

I hold out the gun to him, and he takes it. He only hesitates for a moment. 

Really it's impressive. He's so drunk that he would go along with this plan, but he still has perfect aim. I had worried before, about the possibility that he would shoot me non-lethally, but clearly it was nothing to be concerned about.

Dying always hurts, but this time it's also incredibly satisfying. Everything is going perfectly. My perfect, flawless plan. It's all falling into place. Soon, William will feel all the pain he brought upon me when he stole away Celine. All it will take now is for the detective to figure out the obvious, and William's life will be ruined. I'll be able to steal his body and get out of this ruined, broken body, I'll be able to get Celine back, and William will get what he deserves.

All that I have to do now is wait.

[claggorstuff]

This is a request from flipcarson, I loved the idea btw!

Claggor gets his foot stuck in the gutter along the canal, some enforcers laugh and he's not too happy about it.

I was rushing behind Mylo and vi, trying to keep up.. after all they are super fast and it's not easy when I'm unfamiliar with these parts of the undercity, we ran along the canal and my foot slipped, I tried to catch myself but heard a loud *CLANG!* and nearly fell into the toxic water, full of waste, vi and Mylo weren't looking back, and honestly. Neither would i if I was them... But they didn't notice the sound either. So it was just me, and the approaching enforcers, as I tried to rip my foot away. "Where the hell'd they-... Jim. You wouldn't believe what I'm seeing. One of the brats.." he snickered. "Got STUCK!" he burst out laughing as the enforcer behind started cackling, I felt helpless. Weak. How'd I get stuck so easy? This is so. So. Stupid. Tears welled as I held them back, I feel like such an idiot. What will Vander say? Mylo won't let me live it down. Vi's gonna be so upset, and powder I'm sure won't be told. The enforcer laughed and made jokes about the whole thing, as I watched the canal water flow, all the waste and trash flowing through the lower gutter, thank god my foot wasnt there, and then I noticed it. The adrenaline from the running had died down and I felt it too, a sharp. SHARP. Pain... I saw the blood trickling from my ankle noticing, shit. It must've happened when my foot got caught. The enforcers laughed more as I yelped at the pain, it took them an hour to leave me alone finally, and when they did, I couldn't hold back the tears, they started flowing, faster than the rapids of the lower river. Why didn't Mylo and vi turn back? How could they have not found me yet. They surely noticed no more footsteps behind them. They surely noticed no more yelling to catch us... Is this some kinda cruel joke they're playing on me? Some kind of punishment for getting stuck? How did it come to this. I laid back knee bent over the ledge, still crying tears flowing to the back of my head as drunk people just passed by unaware of my presence, I cried and cried and cried until I noticed how dark it really was. the clouds covering the nights sky, if I was stuck in piltover it wouldn't be filled with smog and dirt. The clouds would be light and fluffy, I wouldn't be stuck even, I'd be fine, no enforcers would chase me If I was a piltover kid... Or.. maybe I was, maybe before my parents were gone I was from piltover, I was too young. I can't even remember mom's face. And now I'm stuck, left for dead, maybe I'm being a bit dramatic but.. still. I just wanna go home and sleep in the bunk me and Mylo share, maybe even relax a bit before the enforcers search the place, patch up my wound, draw with powder to keep her occupied. Home. I wanna go home.. why can't I just go home.. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.. dreaming about the safety of the last drop, a tight hug from powder or Vander, a slap over the back of the head from Mylo, a scolding from vi. I don't care if those other 2 are bothersome.. its just how I like it at home. It's perfect how it is. I wake up to a smack to the face, I see her red hair and blue eyes glaring down at me "CLAGGOR! WAKE. UP!" I shoot awake to see Vander prying my leg out of the gutter as Mylo trys to pry the gutter itself, Vander of course is the one that succeeds and as soon as he does, I let out a scream loud enough to wake up the council. They all looked down at the newly re-opened wound, up at my tear stained face, down at the wound, and back up at me. Vander helped me stand and they took me home. My wound was patched up and they decided it was best I just rest for the day. Thank god I didn't have to make some errand runs, or let.. nevermind. For now I should just get some good sleep

[hainethehero]

Billy (😎👑)and Steve (😳🌸) share a milkshake...

Steve drove away from Hawkins Middle like a bat out of hell after spotting Nancy at the Snow Ball. He didn't want to think about her and Johnathan being all sweet and chummy with each other at their little brothers' school dance. The thought was nauseating.

He drove til he reached the old Maple Road, driving into Benny's Burger's parking lot. They were always open so he figured he'd stop for a milkshake and a burger while he waited for Dustin. It was just his luck that Billy Hargrove seemed to be there dining as well.

"Well well, if it isn't Hawkins' very own pretty boy."

Steve rolls his eyes, scratching lazily at his tired eyes. "What d'you want Hargrove?"

Billy shrugs. "I dunno. I'm bored, join me?"

And Steve knows at this point that he should refuse the offer and just get the hell outta dodge but he doesn't. He would attempt to make sense out of it later but for now, he sits down opposite Billy in the booth, avidly avoiding his eyes in favour of perusing the menu.

"What're you having?" Billy asks him casually, taking a bite of his waffle.

Steve shrugs noncommittally. "Not sure. I was thinking about having a burger."

"Burger and a Coke? Wait- you look more like a milkshake babe. Are you into milkshakes Harrington?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "Why does everything you say come across as sleazy?"

Billy smirks and winks flirtatiously at him. "Can't help myself I guess. Hey Hannah darling, could you get my friend here a cheeseburger and a strawberry milkshake please? Thanks hon."

Steve gapes back at him incredulously. He's known that goddamn waitress his entire life and he's never seen her crack a smile like that before.

"Close your damn mouth princess, you're gonna catch flies." Billy mutters, sipping on his Coke.

Steve stutters, still dumbfounded at Billy's apparent charm. "Why would you think I'd prefer the strawberry milkshake?"

Billy snickers into his food and then offers Steve his best panty-dropper smile. "Because pink's your aesthetic. I didn't make the rules. Pretty colours for the pretty boy, y'know?"

Steve shifts uncomfortably in his seat, thankful that his food arrives just in time. He takes a bite of the burger, relishing in the taste. God, it's been a while since he's eaten anything but nachos and granola.

"Jesus, at least ask it for a date first before you go down on it, Harrington." Billy taunts lightly, electric blue eyes locked on Steve.

Steve purses his lips, putting down his burger. "I'm hungry, shut up." He takes a sip of his strawberry milkshake and almost moans at how good it is. He doesn't though, because Billy would say some shit about it.

"S' it any good?" The blonde boy asks, actually looking curious.

Steve nods, smiling despite himself. "It's really good. I've actually only ever had the chocolate so, this is a good different."

Billy shoots him that lilting, one-sided smirk that makes his insides quake nervously for some reason.

"Mind if I have a taste?"

Steve screws up his stupid, pretty face. "Um, no. I'm not sharing my milkshake with you."

"Why not?"

"Because, it's my milkshake. Get your own."

Billy grins again, taking the straw out of his tall glass of Coke and sticking it into Steve's milkshake. The brunette gapes at him as he takes a long sip, wiggling those thick brows at the dumbfounded boy.

"You're pretty when you're in shock."

Steve flounders for a second before regaining his composure. "And you're pretty annoying. Why the hell'd you do that?"

Billy shrugs, taking a bite of a crispy piece of bacon.

"I can't finish an entire milkshake on my own so, it made sense to take a sip of yours. Calm down princess, my mouth is clean." He smirks, clicking his tongue at Steve.

"I don't believe that." Steve deadpans. "And I'm not a princess."

Billy tosses his head back and cackles. "You sure? Cos I'm pretty certain you just kissed a frog."

Steve shoots him a withering glare. "I didn't kiss you. You took a sip from my milkshake. But, at least you got the frog part right."

Billy snorts. "I'm hurt Harrington."

Steve sighs, rolling his eyes at Billy's childish antics. "What are you even doing here anyway?"

Billy grunts noncommittally but answers him anyway. "Maxine. She's got that stupid Snow Ball dance thingy."

"Oh, right. Yeah, so does Dustin."

"Who?"

"Dust- never mind."

Billy shrugs. "This beats being at home anyway. I don't mind."

Steve pauses at that, feeling some sort of connection through that. He too was running from another lonely night at home, just like Billy. He sits in silence for a moment before nodding.

"I get it. I kinda don't wanna be home either."

Billy considers him for a minute or two before sipping on his milkshake again. Steve lets him, a little confused as to why he didn't seem to mind it as much as he'd been pretending to earlier. Maybe it was the way Billy had casually said that they'd practically kissed.

"You'd rather be out sharing a milkshake with me." Billy finally replies, with a victorious smirk.

"Y'know you really seem to like the idea of sharing my milkshake, Hargrove." Steve mutters, noticing the slight blush on Billy's face. He can tell by the pull on the corners of his own lips that he's blushing as well.

"Maybe I do."

Billy's voice is deep and rough like gravel as he stares at Steve through hooded eyes. Steve blushes and averts his eyes to his hands on the table.

"You're an idiot, Billy Hargrove."

Billy grins. "You are beautiful Steve Harrington."