simp to any character w hero complex

the dorms are quiet after 1 a.m.

most students are passed out from training or pretending to study while scrolling. yuuji’s room smells like clean sweat, citrus body wash, and the faint vanilla of your shampoo that’s somehow ended up on his pillow permanently.

he’s still wearing his black compression shorts and nothing else — skin shiny, chest rising fast from the late night workout he dragged you along for “just to keep him company”. liar. he just wanted your eyes on him while he lifted.

now you’re both on his narrow bed, your back against the headboard, legs spread over his broad shoulders while he kneels between them like it’s the only place he belongs.

“been thinking about this all day,” he mumbles against your inner thigh, voice muffled and warm. his pink hair is a mess; strands stick to his forehead. “could barely focus on punches ‘cause i kept picturing you like this.”

you laugh breathlessly. “you’re so —”

he cuts you off by dragging his tongue flat up your cunt, slow and deliberate.

your hips jump.

“shhh. let me take care of you, baby.”

yuuji eats you out like he’s starving and you’re his favorite meal. no teasing, no edging bullshit — just hungry, open-mouthed kisses and messy swirls around your clit until your thighs tremble. he groans every time you tug his hair, the sound vibrating straight through you.

“taste so fucking good,” he pants, cheeks flushed dark. “could do this for hours.”

you’re already close when he slips two thick fingers inside, curling them just right while his lips close around your clit and suck.

“yuuji — fuck —”

“yeah?” he looks up at you with those big doe eyes, lips glossy, chin dripping. “gonna come for me? want you to. please.”

that ‘please’ does it.

you arch, thighs clamping around his head as you come hard, gasping his name. he doesn’t stop — keeps licking softly through it until you’re whining from overstimulation and weakly pushing at his forehead.

he pulls back with the goofiest, proudest grin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“good girl,” he breathes, crawling up to kiss you deep so you can taste yourself on his tongue.

your hands are already fumbling at his shorts, shoving them down just enough. his cock springs free — thick, flushed dark at the tip, already leaking. he’s so hard it looks painful.

“need you,” you whisper against his lips. “inside. now.”

yuuji makes a broken little sound in his throat.

“fuck — yeah. yeah, baby.”

he lines up, rubs the head through your slick folds a few times, then pushes in slow.

your breath catches at the stretch. he’s big — bigger than anyone you’ve been with before him — and he knows it. always goes careful at first, watching your face like you might break.

“still okay?” he murmurs, forehead pressed to yours.

“mhm. more.”

that’s all he needs.

he bottoms out with a shaky exhale, hips flush to yours. for a second he just stays there, breathing hard, letting you adjust while he scatters soft kisses over your cheeks, your nose, your eyelids.

“you feel so perfect,” he whispers. “like you were made for me.”

then he starts moving.

slow at first — long, deep rolls of his hips that make you see sparks behind your eyelids. but the longer he goes, the more desperate he gets. his grip on your thighs tightens, blunt nails digging in just enough to sting sweetly.

“fuck — you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groans. “gonna make me lose it.”

“then lose it,” you gasp, nails raking down his back. “want you to fuck me hard, yuuji.”

something in his eyes flashes.

next thrust slams deep enough to make you cry out. the bed creaks under you both. he’s panting against your neck, mumbling half-formed praise and filthy promises.

“so pretty when you take it — fuck — gonna fill you up, okay? want you dripping with me.”

you clench around him at the words.

he moans loud enough you’re sure someone down the hall heard.

“shit — you like that? want my cum inside?”

“yes — please —”

he fucks you faster, harder, hips snapping. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room along with both your moans.

“gonna come,” he warns, voice wrecked. “gonna come so deep — fuck, baby —”

you come first — clenching down so hard he almost blacks out for a second. your nails bite into his shoulders as you shake under him.

yuuji follows right after with a choked “oh fuck—” burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside you, hot and thick, hips stuttering through it.

he collapses on top of you, sweaty and trembling, but careful not to crush you. his face nuzzles into your neck.

“love you,” he mumbles, pressing lazy kisses to your pulse. “so much.”

you card fingers through his damp hair, smiling.

“love you too, dummy.”

he stays inside you a while longer, soft now, just holding you. eventually he pulls out slow, watching his cum leak out with the dumbest, most lovesick expression.

“that’s so hot,” he whispers.

you swat his shoulder weakly. “perv.”

“your perv,” he grins, already reaching for the towel on his desk to clean you both up.

after he’s done — gentle wipes, soft kisses, pulling you into his chest under the blanket — he whispers against your hair,

“round two after we nap?”

you laugh into his collarbone.

“you’re insatiable.”

“only for you.”

you step through the portrait hole a little late, hair still wind-tousled from cheering so hard your voice cracked during the final dive. your dress catches the light like it was woven from starlight and leftover victory, soft, flowing fabric that shimmers between silver and deep midnight blue, hugging you in all the right places before spilling out like liquid moonlight. tiny charmed fireflies drift around your shoulders, orbiting you like you’re the center of the universe.

james sees you and forgets how to breathe.

he’s mid-laugh with sirius, broom still propped against the couch, quidditch robes half-unzipped and hair more disastrous than ever. but the second his eyes land on you, the room narrows to just one point.

“merlin’s bloody beard,” he mutters, mostly to himself.

sirius follows his gaze and smirks. “down boy.”

james doesn’t hear him.

he’s already moving, cutting through the crowd like he’s chasing the snitch again. people part without thinking—james potter on a mission is a force of nature.

when he reaches you, he stops short, like he’s scared getting too close might ruin the view.

“hi,” he says, voice softer than anyone’s ever heard it. his glasses are slightly crooked. he doesn’t fix them.

you smile, shy and bright all at once. “hi, captain. nice catch out there.”

he laughs once, breathless. “you saw that?”

“i saw everything.” you tilt your head, fireflies dancing in your hair. “you were brilliant.”

james swallows. he’s captain of the gryffindor quidditch team, he’s faced bludgers and slytherins and detention more times than he can count, but right now he feels like a first-year tripping over his own tongue.

“you—” he starts, then stops. tries again. “you look… i mean, bloody hell, love. you look like you walked out of a dream i didn’t know i was allowed to have.”

your cheeks warm. “james—”

“no, seriously.” he steps closer, close enough that you can smell the grass and leather and faint butterbeer on him. his hand finds your waist like it belongs there. “i’ve won matches before. i’ve celebrated before. but i’ve never felt like this. like the win doesn’t even matter next to you standing here looking like… like that.”

he gestures vaguely at all of you—dress, glow, everything—like words are failing him spectacularly.

you laugh, soft. “you’re ridiculous.”

“i’m in love with you,” he counters, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “that’s worse.”

“worse?”

“infinitely worse. devastating, really.” his thumb brushes your side, gentle. “i look at you and my brain just… stops. full quidditch-pitch silence. and then it starts screaming your name on loop.”

you bite your lip to keep from grinning too wide. “poetic.”

“i try.” he leans in, forehead touching yours. around you the party keeps going—remus is trying to stop peter from doing shots off the table, sirius is yelling something about a conga line—but it’s background noise.

“dance with me?” james asks, voice low like a secret.

“here? in the middle of all this chaos?”

“especially here. especially now. i want everyone to see how lucky i am.”

you pretend to think about it for half a second.

then you slip your hand into his. “lead the way, potter.”

he does—pulls you gently into the open space near the fire, where the light is warmest. one hand on your waist, the other holding yours, he starts swaying even though the music is too fast for it. doesn’t matter. he’s making his own rhythm.

you rest your head on his shoulder. he presses a kiss to your temple, then another to your hair, then one more because he can’t help it.

“i’m never letting this win go,” he murmurs against your skin.

“the match?”

“no.” his arms tighten around you. “this. you. us. never.”

and in the glow of the fireflies and the fire and the fairy lights someone strung up across the ceiling, you believe him.

because james potter looks at you like you hung the moon.

She let out a laugh as she put the flask back to its place – under her eye.

"Yeah, you're right." she said. "For some reason I have this strange gut feeling that Billy won't take it too well."

Eddie joined in on the laugh. "Really? I wonder why."

"Oh, I don't know. Really, I have no idea."

Yeah, it’s not like she witnessed her boyfriend’s overprotective nature or jealousy firsthand…

Billy might’ve changed a lot since the Starcourt incident – hence why the two of them got together in the first place –, but there were times when his old habits came back like a strange force and destroyed everything what was in its way. And if there was one thing which brought the old Billy back, then it was assholes who dared to mess with the person he loved the most: his girlfriend.

She still remembered when she was dropping Max off at school with Billy, and the stupid Hawkins Tigers decided to ask Eddie about his freak girlfriend. Nothing would’ve come from it really if they didn’t choose to explain whom they meant by ‘freak girlfriend’. It was safe to say that Billy was out of the car in seconds and she’d lie if she said that blood wasn’t flowing from the Tigers’ face. And afterwards, well, no one dared to look at her the wrong way or mess with her favorite kids in all of Hawkins – meaning the Hellfire Club finally had a few weeks of peace and quiet. And Eddie – Eddie finally approved her relationship with that ‘piece of shit Hargrove’.

"Well, I won't be the most wanted man in Hawkins anymore at least." Eddie added as he grabbed the stolen walkie from the side of his belt and playfully threw it up in the air and caught it. "It'll be kinda funny. Them hunting us as Hargrove hunts them."

She snorted, which made her nose hurt. She just hoped it wasn't broken.

"I wonder if Jason has a place to hide from him."

"From Hargrove? No way. I don't think a place like that exists yet."

She laughed again and this time it made her bruised left side sting.

Eddie gave her a look. A look she understood well, since she had time to learn how to read him like a book since the beginning of high school. She understood the reason for the attempt to make her laugh as well. And though she appreciated it, they had things to worry about.

"Have you tried contacting them yet?" she pointed at the walkie in his hands.

"I was about to." he said as he stopped playing with it and took a serious look at it. "I might as well tell them to bring us a six pack on their way here. I could really use one of those."

She handed him the metal flask with a smile. "I think this might have something stronger. And I don't know about you, but I could really use something stronger after that night."

"I like the way you think."

She smiled although it turned into an accidental frown.

God she really hoped her nose wasn't broken because then Eddie won't be the only one wanted for murder in Hawkins. But then again – Billy might go on a murder spree anyways. This was strike two for the Hawkins Tigers in his book. Who is she kidding – she already knew this would end bloody for all those dumb jocks.

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She’d never forget the look on Billy’s face. The look of silent relief that she’s alive, that he’s finally standing in front of her – then, that look turned into something else. It changed entirely as soon as he noticed the dark, angry spot under her eye and the dried blood under her nose.

A storm was building in Billy’s eyes. She could see it, and she swore she could feel it too. His muscles stiffened, especially the ones in and around his shoulders. He seemed sharp, ready to jump on someone as soon as she mentioned a damn name. And she was thankful that Eddie was smart enough to take a few steps back and welcome Dustin, because there was always a slim possibility that the person Billy would jump will be Eddie himself.

It only took Billy a few seconds to contain that wrath in himself, a trait he learned for her, then he was all over her: hands holding onto her so fiercely she felt like couldn’t move – not like she wanted to at all –, fingers combed through her hair as she pressed the uninjured side of her face into his chest. She breathed in his cologne and God did she miss it even if it was once again mixed with the cigarettes he must’ve smoked. When he pressed a rough kiss on the top of her head, she felt lighter – then she frowned at the realization that in comparison to his cologne, she probably smelled like damp clothes and fish.

I missed you, she thought. I really missed you. Yet she knew that the moment when they’ll really show any kind of ‘emotional’ emotion, will be when they are alone – especially when Harrington isn’t around.

Billy pulled away first, his hands landing on her jaw. His fingers shook from anger as he tried to hold her as if she was a piece of glass. Her eyes met his as he took a close look at her injuries.

“Jesus Christ…” Steve exclaimed as he finally managed to take a good look at her. “What the Hell happened to you?”

Every pair of eyes turned toward her, looking at the angry area on her face with a shocked expression. It was Max and Steve who eyed Billy nervously, waiting for something – the something they all collectively knew would happen.

“You see, Harrington, that’s what I’d like to know as well…” Billy’s voice had a strange, dangerous undertone as he talked. Eddie sent an ‘I told you so’ look her way.

She just smiled shyly. “A paddle happened.”

Billy raised an eyebrow as his thumb touched the dark purple area under her eye.

Robin, probably from the stress of the situation or from the sight of the dried blood under her nose, started to tell a story from her childhood, about how she accidentally hit herself with a paddle when she was very young. But Steve stopped her before she could really get into the rambling.

She found it kinda funny and overly cute how every single one of her friends was worried about a tiny little blood and black eye, when they had much bigger things to worry about. Hell, even Steve looked like he was ready for war. Even though it wasn’t the right time, she appreciated their worry.

“A paddle happened, you say?” Billy asked, and Eddie decided it was right time to give some context.

“More like Jason Carver and his goons – with a paddle.” he explained.

Billy’s fingers stiffened under her jaw – right, just like she thought: this was strike two for the Tigers and judging by his reaction, the very last strike they’d have in life.

Maybe Billy would’ve taken it more… lightly – if it wasn’t for the fact that his girlfriend has gone missing for a full day. She left the Wheelers’ basement yesterday, not long after noon to make sure Eddie wouldn’t starve in that boathouse. And Billy stopped her multiple times. She thought it was just his protective side showing again, but thinking back at it, it must’ve been this strong feeling in his guts, a feeling she herself knew too well, to stop her because something bad would happen. And that something bad did happen.

He must’ve been full of worry, which meant he got angry and frustrated – probably, most likely. He must’ve given Steve Hell until they arrived, and Max must’ve been tired of always having her brother around.

Yeah, they were all collectively pissed at Jason Carver. He chose the wrong people at the wrong time.

“Well would someone finally tell me, what the fuck he did to my girlfriend?” Billy’s words came out harsh – and she understood that they were meant for Eddie.

But she gently wrapped her hands around his wrists – she gave them a small squeeze as she did so – and pulled them away from her face.

“So, I left to bring Eddie some food, right?” the others nodded all at once as if they were somehow synchronized. “Well – that part went quite swiftly actually. I brought the food, we ate and then Jason showed up with his goons.” Billy seemed like someone who couldn’t wait for the story to be over, so he could finally go and break some noses as revenge. “They had these bats and everything, and they looked through Rick’s house… And they stayed. We couldn’t leave without being spotted. My car was out front anyways either way. Then Jason noticed the boathouse, so we tried to leave with the boat. But the motor went to shit so we had to paddle and those fucking idiots decided to swim after us. Anyways, Jason grabbed my paddle, and I really didn’t want to let go, and that’s how he gave me this--” she pointed at her eye and nose. “--with that stupid paddle.”

All heads turned to look at Billy again – and judging by his eyes and tight muscles, he must’ve heard enough and was ready to be charged for attempted murder. She really didn’t think it mattered that her getting hurt was most likely an accident. Accidents didn’t happen to her in Billy’s book.

Dustin really chose the best moment to avert his gaze and find his compass much more interesting.

“I’ll kill them.” him saying that – it sounded like a plan. “They are so fucking dead.”

Eddie hissed as he took a quick sip from that metal flask. “Yeah – well one of them is.”

Billy seemed to like the verdict the guy has gotten.

“Right – we saw the cops around Rick’s house.” Nancy added.

“Yeah, after Carver’s amazing attempt to stop us, we fell in the lake and this – this guy, Patrick, I think – just got up in the air and his bones—” Eddie swallowed. “He went out like Chrissy.”

She still felt the cold run through her at the memory. Jesus Christ – to go out like that. It seemed worse than getting eaten by a Demogorgon. And she swore to God, she’d never ever let it happen to Max. She was one of her kids and nothing bad will happen to her as long as she’s alive.

“Why didn’t you call us?” Steve asked with a slight scolding undertone – and desperate times called for desperate things, because the look on Billy’s face meant that he agreed with Harrington. “We could’ve gotten here hours ago.”

She held onto Billy’s arm as she felt the tension in him getting very close to snapping.

“Yes, well we swam to the shore and we tried, we tried for a long time, but the walkie was busted.”

“So – we did the thing I always do now, apparently – we ran.” Eddie added with a nervous smile.

She frowned – it’s not like they had any choice. The two of them are wanted criminals, since Jason has seen the both of them in that boat. Yet she knew Eddie felt guilty – he felt horrible about what happened to Chrissy. But nothing could’ve been done differently. The Upside Down can’t really be messed with – Billy was proof of that, and she shuddered at the thought of her boyfriend barely making it out alive.

The others didn’t notice it – they started to collect all the information they had, they started to piece things together as Dustin was still examining his compass. They didn’t notice it, but Billy did. He always noticed everything.

His hands were on her again in mere seconds once again – an occurrence which wasn’t foreign at all. Billy wasn’t shy at all to show any kind of physical affection – well, he wasn’t afraid to show the hugging, kissing, hand-holding and borderline groping kind – the emotional kind was for her eyes only. Really, the only time she had seen Billy being hesitant about showing his love for her in public was at the beginning of their relationship, when he was still in and out of hospitals or when he was quite stressed about being back out in public – especially without his shirt on around the pool because of the long scars which ran along his waist.

Billy’s thumb ran along the left side of her face as Eddie thew his busted watch at Nancy. She could read the silent question in his gaze which still had an angry undertone: ‘Are you okay?’

“I was just worried about you is all.” she said, knowing the question in front of an audience would come out easily.

His lips trembled as he tried to hold back a smile – or a smirk, but his signature affectionate one.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

“It fucking stings.” she laughed. “But I’ll live.”

He cupped her jaw, his fingers settling against her neck. He pulled her slightly upwards to make sure she’d look him in the eyes.

“Carver fucking won’t when I get my hands on him.” he didn’t have to use the words ‘I swear’ to say that he meant it. “He thinks he’s some kind of king now – now that I’m gone. He’s always licking the soles of my fucking shoes when he has an upcoming match to get the crowd’s respect, but behind my fucking back he lets his idiot friend group talk shit about my girlfriend – and he himself decides to hurt my girlfriend...”

“Billy…” she began as she held onto his wrists gently, to try and get through to him – gentle touches always seemed to work on Billy, not like she minded, because she liked giving them. “I don’t care about him or his stupid team…”

“Well I do!” he pushed on. “He almost broke your nose—” he suddenly stopped and held onto her face a little tighter to take a better look at her face. “Did he break your nose?”

“Billy.” she tried again. “I don’t care. I’m fine, okay? We have other things to worry about – bigger things – but I promise you that after we deal with those, you can do whatever the Hell you want to him. And I’ll watch from the first row.”

She wouldn’t let her – no way. She’ll make sure Billy and the Tigers won’t ever meet again. She’ll do her very best to keep her boyfriend out of jail. But until then he doesn’t have to know that.

His lips finally curled upwards – and she loved the moments when it happened, God damn her but she lived for those… When he wasn’t playing pretend, when it was an honest to God smile and his eyes lit up with the force of it as well. How he showed his teeth as he playfully licked his upper lip – an act she was sure he did unknowingly as a reflex, yet a thing she found extremely hot, but he didn’t need to know that either.

“Boom!” Dustin shouted out of nowhere and she jumped a little – so did the others – except Billy, who just chuckled.

He leaned in as Steve and Dustin started to argue – a usual occurrence she liked to laugh at – and pressed a long and careful kiss to her forehead.

“Billy…” she began again with a warning undertone. “Promise me.”

“Promise what, dollface?”

“That you won’t bury him six feet under until all of this is over.” she explained. “Promise me, Hargrove.”

His smile turned into a full-on smirk, and she knew his true answer – he won’t try at all.

“I’ll try.” he said instead.

His momentary anger was gone. She knew him well enough to see that. The need for revenge took its place. Her boyfriend was out for blood and there was no way anyone could stop him hunt the Tigers down – or Jason at the very least.

Billy was about to lean to try and shut her up about whatever smart-ass remark she’s got for that, she could already feel breath on his breath on her lips, when Steve Harrington out of all people ruined the moment.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Jesus fucking Christ, Harrington, don’t you have a will to live? “You coming or what? Henderson has this amazing theory to prove me wrong and—”

“We’re coming!” she shouted back before either Dustin or Billy could get into a heated discussion with him. “Let’s go, we have work to do.” she smiled.

Billy groaned as he pressed his forehead against hers and she had the nerve to let out a giggle.

He missed her too, the thought made her smile. Yeah, he missed her a whole lot.

“They are so damn annoying together, those two…” he complained with a barely audible whine.

“Please tell me you didn’t pick on them too much while I was gone.” she laughed as she pulled on his arms to get going – his right one immediately finding her waist. His hand landed on the curve of her midsection, keeping a firm hold on her as if to not let her disappear like that again.

Billy didn’t answer – he just gave her a look, a look which explained everything, and pressed his fingers into her skin, holding onto her arms when she tried to hit him for how ticklish it was.

But she asked Max about it. And yes, Billy gave them Hell, all of them. Steve might’ve been threatened a few times, Eddie was cursed to Hell and back, Max and Lucas didn’t get a single break, but… It was—oddly endearing.

Yes, according to Max Billy was a mess. And judging by her voice she didn’t mind. At least her idiot brother cared for her, like really cared for her, and was much less of an asshole than he used to be.

And surprisingly Billy was able to keep his focus on the mission ahead – finding that gate Dustin theorized about, getting out of the Upside Down, taking down Vecna…

That is, until she ran into Jason at War Zone… Until the jock decided to mess with the shotgun she wanted to buy… Until Billy appeared behind her and without a single word slammed his stupid face into the counter…

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