Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 2,800+

Warning: Violence, Mentions of past domestic abuse

Previously on…

A WEEK LATER…

Of course it had to be raining the night they needed to execute their plan. 

Y/N didn’t know if she was shaking because she was freezing or because she was so nervous. Even with all the layers and her knit hat, she couldn’t seem to warm up.

Y/N had been walking around for half an hour. They’d mapped out her route so her face would get picked up by as many street cameras as possible. If The Court was as sinister as rumored, they’d be watching.

“Scratch your nose if you’re doing alright,” Dick said in Y/N’s ear.

The whole family had explained how imperative it was for Y/N not to speak. They had to assume that Y/N was being watched the moment she left the manor. And if her lips moved, the Talons would know something was up.

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,600+

Warning: Mention of sexual assault 

Previously on…

“Going along with this plan seems rather unlike you,” Tim finally pointed out to Bruce.

It was the two younger boys and Bruce sitting in the cave. 

“Without her help, we would have never been able to get the evidence we need to take down The Court of Owls,” Bruce sighed as he looked up at the screens.

“Yeah, but like you said before, we never use our own as bait,” Tim countered.

“Y/N knows what she’s doing.”

Tim and Damian shared a look.

“Are you certain things have not gone too personal, father?” Damian finally asked.

Jonsa AU: Red Riding Hood

Premise: You decide to surprise Bucky for his birthday. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gen!Neut Reader

Not Requested; but since today (March 10) is Bucky’s birthday I thought I might write a little something. 

Words: 758

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It had been a very long time since Bucky celebrated his birthday, he hadn’t even thought about it at all recently. But since you two had grown close, and even began dating, you obviously found out when it was, though he never showed any interest in celebrating it. 

When your birthday would come, Bucky would would do whatever you wanted, just wanting you to be happy. But he would never discuss his own birthday. So when his got closer, you and Steve decided you were going to plan a small get together, just you Bucky, Steve and Sam. Cute, comfy, safe and sweet. Not too much, but not nothing. 

So, while Bucky, Steve and Sam were busy with work related training at the tower, you decided to decorate Bucky’s apartment between baking his cake. No matter how much you wanted to, you did not go crazy with the decor. You simple pinned up some small banners and bought balloons. 

Your gifts for him included some useful items for his apartment and a new pair of boots since he seemed to be unable to replace his old ones. So you wrapped them in simple wrapping paper and set them on the table along side the presents Steve and snuck to you this morning when he came to get Bucky. 

Before they came back you began to cook some of Bucky’s favorite meals, ordering the ones you were not confident enough in trying to make from scratch. 

Getting a text that they were back, you moved to stand in front of the doorway, your hands slightly sweaty as you fiddled with them, waiting for the doors to open. When they did, and Bucky stepped into the room, he froze. Steve and Sam grinning from behind him, though both were slightly nervous as to how exactly he would react. 

Bucky’s eyes moved from you, to the table full of food and presents, the balloons gracefully floating around the room, and the small banners pinned up along the walls. His eyes landed back on you and he saw the nervous smile on your face as you shrugged your shoulders “Happy Birthday Buck” you said as you took a few steps closer. 

Letting out a small amused chuckle, he saw your shoulders release the tension as he reached out and pulled you to him into a hug. You smiled at Steve and Sam over his shoulder who both looked somewhat relieved as well. 

“Thank you” he whispered in your ear before kissing your temple and pulling away “You know you didn’t have to do anything for me though right?”  

“Of course, but I wanted too. Me and Steve wanted to.” 

“And I tagged along for the cake” Sam quipped as he walked into the room, patting Bucky’s shoulder s he went by, making Bucky roll his eyes, and you and Steve laugh. 

After eating, you brought out the chocolate covered strawberry layered cake and even sang him happy birthday. Which you could tell he did not enjoy nearly as much as you and Sam did. 

You ended the night with curling up in the living room, Steve and Sam on the couch, you and Bucky on the pillow covered floor in each others arms. As you took turns choosing movies to watch throughout the evening and night, before Sam and Steve both fell asleep on the couch. You looked back at them and chuckled before standing up and placing blankets over each of them. 

Bucky helped you take the dirty dishes to the sink before he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. “Thank you again for tonight. I don’t remember the last time I celebrated my birthday, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to anymore, but I know this is definitely the best one I’ve had, and I’m glad we did it.” 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pressed a kiss to his jawline “I’m glad you enjoyed it Buck. You deserve it. It’s alright to let go and enjoy things every once in a while, and it’s alright to want things, you can be a little selfish every now and then.” you said with a smile. 

He smiled back at you, bringing his hand to your face and cupping it “I have you. I don’t need or want anything else.” Leaning forward and kissing you briefly he took your hand in his and began leading you out of the kitchen “Leave all this for tomorrow, let’s go to bed”.

xx End xx

Natasha Romanoff // Vocals + Lead Guitar

Clint Barton // Bass

Steve Rogers // Rhythm Guitar

Bucky Barnes // Drums + Backup Vocals

Bonus:

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (i don't exactly know what part they have in this au but i love them way too much to leave them out)

Oneshot Alphabet; Part One: A: “Always and Forever”; Arthur Pendragon. 

First Part of a 26 part series.

Premise: Arthur and the reader are in love; but Uther disapproves, thinking the reader can bring nothing to Camelot as a future ruler with Arthur. After sending Arthur on business in another kingdom; Uther banishes the reader from Camelot. When Arthur comes back and finds out; he fights with his father to prove your worth. After seeking the reader out, he finds them in the midst of a battle with bandits. But, is he too late to save the love of his life?

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x Gen!Neutral Reader

Triggers: Kissing. Mentions of fighting and stabbing (not graphic)

Words: 2,946

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

You closed your eyes in contentment as the cool breeze blew through the valley, sunlight shining on you as your hands brushed threw the grass at your sides. Hearing footsteps approaching, you open your eyes to see Arthur approaching, small smile on his face as he stared at you. You smile at him in return as he grows closer, your eyes falling to the basket in his hands. 

“Did you get out easily?” you asked as he crouched down next to you.

“Of course” he smiled before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your head before kissing your lips quickly. You smiled fondly at him as he sat fully next to you opening up the basket and pulling out bread, cheese and fruit, as well as some drinks. 

Once a week you and Arthur would sneak off to spend some time together, a picnic, a horseback ride, a walk through the woods, anything to just be alone. You had been in a secret relationship for near three months now, and you were completely in love with the Prince. No matter how aware you were that you should not be. Merlin, Gaius and Morgana were the only ones who knew. Well, you suspecting some of the knights as well, but none of them made it obvious they knew. 

As you stared up at the clouds, your head resting on his shoulder your mind wavered between happiness and anxiety “Are you sure we should keep doing this Arthur?” 

Arthur remained silent for a moment as he brushed his hand down your arm before he moved his body out from under you to turn and face you. You stared into his eyes as he gently stroked your face, a small smile on his own “I know there is a chance that it could backfire on us. I am unsure if I can convince my father to let us be together, so until I know for sure that I can, I want to continue doing this. I can’t stand the idea of us not being together, because I want to be with you… always and forever.”

A smile spread across your face at his genuine and soft words. Reaching up you brought your hand to his face, cupping it slightly “I want that too Arthur.” 

His smile widened as he leaned down and pressed another kiss to your lips, cherishing this moment as much as he could. 

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

You smiled at Arthur as he took your hand in his, helping you down from your horse. He kept his hand in yours as you began walking through the familiar path to the small river you would often sit at together. Looking around the area, you had an uneasy feeling that you were being watched, but let it go as Arthur began talking to you, distracting you from the paranoia. 

As you sat at the river side laughing with Arthur, you felt the unease again. “Are you alright?” Arthur asked as he watched you carefully. 

“Oh, yes” you smiled, convincing yourself that it was nothing. 

Arthur reached out, stroking the side of your face before leaning forward and kissing you. You felt a warmth flow through you at the affection. But it was replaced with panic only a moment later.

“So this is what you’ve been sneaking off to do?” 

You and Arthur both jumped in surprise and King Uther stepped out of the trees, a few Knights behind him.

Arthur rose quickly “Father, what are you doing here?” 

“What, you think I had not noticed that you would disappear every week?” Uther scoffed as his eyes fell to you.

You stood and curtsied, unable to speak as you felt his cold eyes on you. You had known Uther for a long time, he was often kind to you, but this was the first time you felt that he genuinely hated you. 

After being forced back to Camelot, and separated from Arthur, you paced back and fourth in your chambers for hours worrying about what would happen next. When your door swung open without a knock and the King walked in alone, you felt your heart drop as he closed the door behind him and stared at you in silence. 

You curtsied again and cautiously looked up at him, unsure of what to do “Your highness-” you began, but could not finish.

“What is your relationship with my son?” 

You rose fully as you hesitated for a moment before you tried to gather all the courage you could “I love him.” was all you said. That was enough to you.

Uther sighed as he turned and faced out the window “That is what he said as well.” 

You felt our heart hammer in your chest as you waited for him to continue “I sent Arthur two days early to Gawant for his meeting with Godwyn. While he is gone…I expect you to pack your belongings at leave” your eyes widened at his words as he turned and began to leave “From this moment, you are banished from Camelot.” 

“King Uther, please, wait!” you called to him as he stopped in the door and turned to you, his sharp gaze silencing you.

“I have cared for you since you were a child, but I cannot believe that you would do well to stand by Arthur’s side and rule Camelot.” his face seemed to soften slightly as he saw the tears forming in your eyes “You will go.” he said before leaving you behind.

Your heart was hammering so hard in your chest you could hear nothing else as the tears began to stream down your face “But this is my home.” you said in a whisper as you felt a sense of desperation fill you. 

Bucky Barnes || word count: 7,073 || the super soldiers need a window to look out from, and the apartment they pick and its owner turn out to be perfect in many ways. also, dogs.

warnings; slight mentions of torture, cursing, poorly edited. A lot of dogs.

“Holy shit.”

“Hi,” the man at the door smiles. “I’m Steve, this is Bucky.”

“Holy shit,” she says again. “Steve as in Captain America Steve?”

“That’s right. And you probably know him as the Winter Soldier.”

“Holy shit, you’re gorgeous,” she mutters and once her ears stop ringing and some sense comes back to her, she can hear her dog growling. “I’m sorry, this is Clifford. He’s a little bit of a mama’s boy,” she pats the labrador retriever’s head and watches him carefully as he smells the strangers. His tails wiggles as he steps back inside. “Well, you guys have been cleared by my security detail so please do come in. The tiny fluff at your feet is Daisy Mae,” she points at the little pug mix-looking dog wagging her tail at them, her two front paws on top of Bucky’s left foot. As Bucky picks Daisy up to pet her head, she whispers, “She’s the dangerous one.”

Sam Wilson || word count: 840 || it’s supposed to be nap time. (Prompt: next time we get into an argument, I’m reminding you that I took your virginity.)

» remember when I said I had two days off and I was gonna edit this so I could post it and then I didn’t? …Yeah, me neither. Thank you to my darling Yvette (@justagirlinafandomworld​) for sending in this prompt! It is my first time writing from Sam so I am nervous as hell, but I still hope you guys enjoy this! Text divider by @writeyourmindaway.

warnings; poorly edited, fluff, cursing, implied sexy times. Sam Wilson.

The walls are paper fucking thin.

Sam grunts as he thinks about it on his way back to the room from the kitchen.

At the doorway, all annoyance is pushed out of his mind and he stops for a second to marvel at the sight in front of him — the woman he loves the most laying face down on the bed, one of her arms dangling from the edge while the other is tucked under the pillow, one of her legs bent a little. The soft tones of the song playing on her record player making it all seem angelic, like the beginning of some of his best dreams.

pairing: Pietro Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

warnings: angst, manipulation, reader is a Westview hostage controlled by Wanda, etc., 2.5k in length

notes: writing a piece that takes place in the WandaVision universe was such a challenging and fun experience, and I really tried to capture the same dark undertones of the show so I hope you enjoy!

summary: An innocent family dinner with Pietro’s new girlfriend reveals that life in Westview is not what it seems. Uncle Pietro introduces y/n to the family!

Y/n almost feels like she’s being watched as the warm hand of her boyfriend— since when do I have a boyfriend?— carefully guides her trembling figure up the front steps of his sister’s house and rings the doorbell. Her grip on the glass dish of brownies in her hands is so impossibly tight she fears she might just break it, and when the silver haired man swoops down to steal a kiss from her cherry gloss stained lips she can’t help but to feel nauseated. The sickness morphs into guilt immediately, and when he looks down upon her with a gaze so tender and fond she forces herself to bat her eyes and smile at him. What kind of girlfriend is horrible enough to be disgusted by a kiss from her own boyfriend? Something isn’t right here…

tumblr is apparently rolling out a beta for a new post editor that essentially makes it so there are no longer post “types” (text post, audio post, photo post, etc.), and instead all types of content are better integrated into a single post. pretty neat, right?

…until you read the fine print.

The maximum number of total content blocks allowed in a single post is 250.

i emailed support and asked whether each paragraph counts as a content block. i received this reply:

SO. each paragraph counts as a content block, and i’m only allowed 250 content blocks in one post. the solution provided was to reformat my fics by using shift+enter after every paragraph instead of simply enter. which is already unnecessarily annoying in of itself, but then you come to the second hurdle: 

The maximum character length of a single text block is 4096 characters.

so–what?? besides spending my time writing thousands upon thousands of words, i’m expected to copy-paste it and then reformat everything, counting every single one of those words to make sure they fit within the restrictions? or i’m supposed to chop my fics up into multiple parts, even when i don’t want to? how exactly are writers supposed to write on this platform?? as you all know, my style tends to run pretty dialogue-heavy, so i start new paragraphs (and, thus, content blocks!!!) pretty damn often. i did a quick check, and let it snow, at almost 19k, is 550 paragraphs. with this new system, i would be forced to upload it in three (3!!!!!) posts! even my shortest chapter of ego, at 8.8k, is 350 paragraphs, and i’d have to split it in two.

this is honestly a formatting nightmare as a writer, and this is a decision that is liable to drive content creators away from the site and change fandom culture as a whole. 

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,500+

Warning: Mention of domestic violence

Previously on…

“The Court is holding session two weeks from now,” Y/N announced to the group.

“How do we know they’re going through with it after all the recent attention?” Damian challenged.

“They haven’t missed one in over over 20 years.”

“So, what’s the plan?” Dick asked.

Y/N took in a deep breath, “We need a diversion.”

“Diversion?” Jason asked.

She nodded. “The Court has two kinds of protection: the Talons and then the protection they either buy or blackmail. The Talons are at every meeting, making sure nothing goes down and protecting The Court.”

Y/N eyed all of them before continuing – except for Bruce. The two of them hadn’t spoken since their argument, and Y/N hadn’t so much as acknowledged him.

kinda based on ‘cherry’ by harry styles - as that song fucking slaps. (1.4k) 

* stranger things writing *

(bold/italics is past tense events!)

** one // part two // three 

You weren’t meant to be at the party, you weren’t supposed to see Billy underneath another girl. But you saw it all. You saw him pulling her hips into him, his lips pursing as a moan escapes them whilst his eyes remained closed in content.

The only thing that caught him off guard was the sound of your name being called. He opened his eyes, looking up to see you with glossy eyes staring straight back at him.

Before he could even explain, Steve was by your side. He was slightly breathless, his hand resting on your upper arm as he looked into the room. Steve sighed under his breath at the sight, seeing clothes discarded on the floor as the girl giggled beside Billy.

“Steve, just leave it.” You tugged on Steve’s shirt, pulling him back before he did something he’d regret.

But Billy rose to his feet, rushing toward you as he stumbled over his jeans. You turned away from him, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Baby, please.” Billy pleaded to you, practically begged for you to turn around as you kept walking toward the stairs. You didn’t want to make a scene, but Billy would always cause one.

“Just leave her alone, Hargrove.” Steve spat to Billy, disgust firing up in his eyes.

You turned on the spot as you heard a thud, only to have seen Billy on the ground with Steve on top of him for a moment. That was until the cards changed, and Billy was punching Steve- once again.

“Billy, stop?!” You cried out, covering your mouth to stifle the sob.

Upon hearing your pained voice, Billy stopped. He would always stop when it came to you.

Secretly Billy had hoped you’d bury yourself into his arms. That you’d take him into another room and talk it out. But he felt his cheek burn as you slapped him, hard.

“I never, ever want to see you again.” You told him sternly before Steve took your hand and led you out from the party, leaving Billy stood in his underwear whilst the girl in the bedroom still giggled to herself.

*

Shy of two months had passed by, and you kept as much distance as you possibly could from Billy. 

After the first few days, Billy stopped trying to get you back. He stopped turning up at your house to pick you up, learning from your siblings you had gotten a lift with Steve instead. Billy listened to your name being muttered around the school halls with his name in disgust. Deep down, Billy knew he deserved this, he broke your heart.

And in turn, you slowly broke his. 

It didn’t take him long to notice the smile return to your lips, the one he always caused in the dead of night when he’d lean over and kiss you. He glances your way when you weren’t being blocked by friends whose names he never learned and when he saw you, he noticed Steve’s arm slung over your shoulders. 

Since he spotted Steve with you, he saw it all happen in stages. He began to look out for Harrington rather than avoid him. In study hall, he saw you cosying up next to Steve as you read a textbook in a new spot. Billy would wander over to the corner behind the History books on Indiana alone, without you sitting on his lap as he played with the hem of your skirt. 

Then, he heard your voice. 

“Hey, baby?” You called out and Billy had to stop himself from turning to face you. He watched through a sea of students the moment play out. 

You were looking at Steve, not at him.

Steve walked over to you, leaning against your locker with a shit-eating grin. He knew he won at that point, you were no longer hung up over Billy. 

*

Billy couldn’t help but see how you played with Steve’s hair. You ran your fingers through it as you sat in the parking lot on the bonnet of his car. All Billy could think about was how you once played with his curls. How you would wrap your fingertips around them, making them bounce. He loved to hear you laugh as he rolled his eyes, not that he cared deep down. Billy would do anything to make you laugh as the sound made his heart swell. 

Yet the sight in front of him makes his heart sink into unknown depths. He watched as you leaned into his embrace, giggling at something he said whilst Billy burned his lips on the cigarette butt that was closer than he realised. 

Pain ignited across his lips as he rubbed them, only to see you kissing Steve. He held his fingers to his lips, forgetting what it felt like to be kissed lovingly, and not out of pure lust. 

Steve slid from the bonnet of the car, holding his hands out as you took a hold of them and fell into his arms. His hands rested around your waist as you turned your head, catching Billy’s blue eyes. 

And Billy could feel his muscles tensing. He was caught staring at you, for the first time. 

“Babe?” Steve mutters into your ear, and you tear your eyes from Billy, focusing back on Steve with a smaller smile than normal. “Ready to go?” He asks you and you nod, climbing into the passenger seat and straighten yourself up, forcing your eyes away from the window. 

*

It was a Thursday evening. Billy knew your routine rarely changed, even if he was no longer apart of your life. What he did know is that on Thursdays, your parents take your siblings to their various clubs, leaving you home alone. 

If they approved of Harrington, which they obviously would he wouldn’t be allowed when you were home alone. 

Billy will never forget when your parents finally warmed to him. He overheard your Mom comment on his genuine smile. 

“He’s completely different when you walk in, kid.” Your Mom mutters to you, nudging you lightly as you chuckle under your breath. “When you walked in with dessert, wearing that smile it was as if the world was a better place. Your Dad only has that smile at dessert now.” She jokes, and you roll your eyes. 

“I doubt that’s the case, Mom.” You respond, brushing it off. 

You both continue talking, unaware that Billy is leaning against the doorframe, listening to the approval he’s receiving and affection you have yet to tell him about. 

“I really think I love him, Mom.” You tell her quietly, biting your lower lip as you finish drying dishes. 

She sighs quietly, wrapping her arm around you. “You gotta tell him, hon. If you don’t, you’ll only regret it. And trust me, the boy feels the same.” She squeezes you lightly, turning and smiles to Billy knowing he was there the entire time. 

Parking down the street, Billy wanders down to your house. He lifts his head up to see your bedroom light is on, blinds still open as you sit in the window, lost in a book. 

He smiles at the sight, the automatic response he has whenever he notices you wearing those glasses as your nose remains buried into another world. He once thought it was nerdy, but when you would sit and read to him of an evening, he loved to hear you tell tales of made-up places, not that he’d ever admit it aloud. 

Stepping forward, Billy takes a deep breath. 

Looking up at the window again, he notices you take your glasses off and laugh at something. 

“Steve, stop!” You laugh loudly, and Billy takes a step backwards. “You’re going to make me fall.” 

He listens to you laugh as Steve tickles your sides, tackling you into your bed before the laughter dies down. 

“I think I might love you, Y/n.” Steve whispers into your lips, looking back up to your eyes and searches for any uncertainty. But for once, he doesn’t. 

“Well, Steve.” You shuffle underneath him, resting your hands on his face. “I think I might love you too.” You chuckle before lifting your head up, kissing him passionately. 

Billy sits in his car, tears streaming down his cheeks as he watches your bedroom light being turned out. 

He reaches over to the passenger seat of the car and opens the small compartment. 

And out it falls. A single locket that you had gifted him for his birthday. 

Lifting his shaking hands up, he undoes the clasps until it clicks. Even in the dull lighting of Hawkins at night, it still catches the light. 

this is part 1 of 4 or 5 (??) parts. if you like this, please give it a like and or reblog (or both). feedback is appreciated, always!! this first chapter contains smut. so if that makes you uncomfortable, this isn’t for you. and again, this is part one of others so there will be more :) 

WARNING: public sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, angst slightly??? but not really??? it’s going to get angsty more later down the road, lmao. so, buckle up. it’s one hell of a ride. enjoy :)

*~*

A flush of regret wipes over my body. The moment our lips touch,  it washes over me like a waterfall. One drop then thousands of drops came pouring down, soaking me until I was drowning in it. Regret & anxiety; Both washes over me and yet,  I  know  what I am doing is wrong but I can’t bring myself to stop. A tiny part of me didn’t want it to stop, either.  He knew that, I knew that.  Yet, nobody said anything. We didn’t have to. We were too busy, too caught up, in each other that we didn’t need to talk. No words needed to be spoken, to be said. We knew it was wrong but… if it was so wrong, why did it feel  so right?  A moan escapes past my lips and drips onto his tongue. His hands found their way to my hips, fingers sneakily trailing up my shirt and he curls his fingernails deep into my skin, making another whimper slip out from me;  no matter how hard I tried not to speak or let any noise out, he got me to do the complete opposite.  “Now, now, remember what I said… We’ve got to keep quiet, okay, baby girl?” He had said this earlier  and yet, it seemed as if he wanted nothing more than to get me to scream and shake.  To be putty in his hands, to melt under his touch..  The little shit was trying anything - everything - to get me to make noise.  And unfortunately, it was working.   I  shouldn’t love him and he  shouldn’t love me. Yet, here we were; Tangled together  with our lips locked and our hands caressing every body piece we could manage to find.    We were in the most uncomfortable place to do this at, though. We were in one of the closets  of Hawkin’s community pool. It was after hours now,  the pool had been closed for some time, they always closed when the sun went down and when the children’s fathers got off of work and the mothers had to be quick on their feet and head home to cook them a meal.  A few people were still in the parking lot, a few life guards were also gathering their supplies and getting ready to set, sail, and go home. Yet, Billy told me he had a surprise for me if I stayed past my curfew and past my work schedule.  Of course, I knew what he wanted. I knew what he had up his sleeve.  (The so called surprise, as you may have guess is… *drum roll*  his cock!! What an amazing present to gift someone, right?)   I, being the dumbass that I am, agreed, though.   It wasn’t bad, per say. It never was bad. Hell, it only got better within each sacred and secret moment we shared together.  That’s where the problem was at; I was tired of being a secret. Tired of hiding from everyone. Tired of feeling used. I wasn’t Billy’s rag doll he could use and carry with him wherever. I also wasn’t his personal sex toy that he could slip his dick into whenever, wherever.  I was tired. So, fucking, tired. I was  exhausted, mentally and physically. Having to keep the secrets buried away, hiding them in a place they can’t be broken or seen, it was truly going to be the death of me.  Especially from Steve. I was tired of lying to him.  Steve Harrington was my best friend. Best friends since kindergarten, he and I. I hated that I was hiding my relationship - was it even that? - with Billy to him.  Steve and I went to each other for everything.  Always have, always will. When he and Nancy broke up, he came to me, crying his heart out and drowning my shirts (and pillows and blankets) with tears and snot.  (Thankfully, he cleaned them up so I didn’t have to. I would’ve done it in a heartbeat, though. I loved Steve. Steve is my best friend, I’d do anything for him, as I know he’d do anything for me.   So, lying to him made me feel like the shittiest person alive.)   That night, along with many other restless ones, we  talked  and talked until the sun came up.  I did everything I could to make him happy, to cheer him up. I baked him his favorite cookies and favorite meal once as well to try and make him feel better. Almost burnt the kitchen down while doing so, too. And, okay, maybe, the meal and the cookies didn’t work out and I failed. In the end, it put a smile on Steve’s face which is all I had been dying to see.  Soda dripped from Steve’s nose and burnt his nostrils, he was laughing so hard when the fire alarm went off, letting us know the cookies in the oven were bursting in flames. Luckily, we saved the kitchen from exploding with fire and clouding with smoke. Can’t say the same for the cookies, sadly.  From that day and onward, he and I still made jokes about burnt crisp cookies and nearly dying because of trying to bake them together.  It was one of our favorite inside jokes, actually.  (“I went to the store yesterday and I walked up and down the aisles and guess what? Not a single one had burnt crisp cookie dough.”)  (“You see this bullshit, Harrington? All the cookies in the world are at this fundraiser expect for burnt crisp cookie dough!"  "Oh, man, I’m going to have to talk to the principal about that one… I cannot believe they’d do something like this.”) When I got dumped by  one of the basketball players on the Hawkin’s high school team, Steve was the first (and only) one who reached out to me and cheered me up. He rented out a few of our favorite movies together and before they could close, Steve and I were quick to rush to the grocery store and we picked up as much junk food as our arms could carry.   That night - along with others - was full of nothing but contagious laughter, sweet and salty foods, and horrible but too good to put down and look away movies.   All the thoughts of Steve wash away once I  feel Billy’s hand dip  into the opening of my underwear, his calloused fingers pushing the thin layer of fabric aside  as his index finger slips between my folds, a gasp leaving me as I feel his touch.  His touch felt like fire among my skin, and I was an ice cube, melting in the palm of his hands.  I could feel myself sinking and sinking, slipping away into the pleasure he was about to bring onto me.  “I love when you make that face,” He whispers against my neck, lips drifting across my skin, not quite in contact but not so far away either where I couldn’t feel him. His breath was hot and I could smell the peppermint gum as he talked.  “Love hearing those pretty but pornographic moans of yours…. gets my cock so hard, you get me so worked up, baby girl….” Billy’s scent was intoxicating. Even right now with the  left over smell of coconut lotion smeared across his skin from lathering himself up early in the morning, he smelled perfect. As perfect as can get. He smelled of coconut  mixed with peppermint and a cologne I couldn’t pinpoint on exactly what  or which brand. All the scents together may sound odd and unsatisfying but I was nearly drooling as the different fragrances overwhelmed my senses. That and the fact he pushes his index and middle finger inside me, so easily, without any trouble whatsoever. Him, doing that earned another  gasp to fall off  of my lips as it was so sudden, so unexpected.  I knew I was wet, could feel the puddle of wetness coating the bottom half of my underwear but I hadn’t known I was so hot and bothered he could easily slip two fingers into me. I shouldn’t act so surprised, this was Billy Hargrove, after all. Billy was one, if not, the most attractive guy in Hawkin’s, Indiana. Well…in our age group, anyways. A lot of other students and fellow classmates were far from attractive. (Minus Steve, but of course, he doesn’t count. He knows he’s attractive, just as much as Billy does. Me, telling him he’s cute and everything wouldn’t change the fact. He already knows it.) Moments like this, I wish I had a jar I could bottle these memories up and store them away, have a look back upon them some day with a smile on my face. I’ve never felt so alive, so wanted, needed and loved… not until I met Billy.  He made me feel as if I was on cloud nine and he made me feel as if  I could do anything - everything -  and I wasn’t just some girl, some hookup, to him. I was special. Sure, hiding and keeping secrets wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world, I’ll have to have a talk with him about it, about the way I felt, but as of right now, I wanted to touch him the way he was touching me. I wanted to make him feel the butterflies in the pit of his stomach, the ones I was feeling right now. The ones I always feel when he presses his lips against mine or when he just touches me, in general. Hell, even when he smiles in my direction, holds my hand with his much larger one and or laughs at a not so funny joke I tell. I wanted to make his heart skip a beat, as he did with me. I wanted to make him feel as special as he makes me. Before I could register what I am about to say, those three little words leave my lips before I could put a stop to them.  “I love you."  I couldn’t stop the sentence, even if I tried.  Billy said nothing. He hums in reply, but no words leave his mouth. He continues to move his fingers back and forth, curling and scissoring his digits deep inside me. I groan quietly, leaning my head back against the shower tile wall, holding myself up the best I could from the position I was in. "There’s a good girl,” is all he says. He either doesn’t acknowledge what I said or he chose to ignore it. My heart aches at the second option but the feeling goes away rather fast as he’s sinking to his knees and spreading my legs far apart, his head guiding up to face my cunt and before I know it, his tongue - his mouth - everything is inside and I feel as if I’m on fire.   “Oh… Oh, Billy…” I mewl,  slowly my eyelids drift close on their own as I press my lower half into his  welcoming mouth, my breathing began to grow heavy as his tongue swirls against my cunt which hardens underneath him.  He grips his fingers into my thighs, more  than likely putting imprints of his nails into my skin by  how hard he pressed them down. I didn’t mind a few bruises. The bruises were  a reminder this was all happening and not some form of my imagination.    Even from the position he was in, I could feel the outline of his lips curving upward and I didn’t need to look down to see the famous Hargrove smirk sitting there across his face; I could feel him smiling in between my thighs.    He, to my disappointment, pulls away, but he doesn’t stay far back for too long. The cheeky little shit only wanted to lock eyes with me, shoot me a wink before diving back down in between my legs, eating me out as if he was starving. Saliva dripped down his chin and I could feel it sliding off of my thighs, too.  His tongue was everywhere, going from my pussy to the inside of my thighs to my clit back and all over again. He was devouring me, eating me out as if we were running out of time which was far from the truth.   I didn’t mind it one bit. Wasn’t complaining in the slightest.  My only  issue was how close I was getting to an orgasm. The signs were all there, slowly building up. My heart was pounding faster than before, my legs were shaking and my knees began to buckle. It was getting harder to keep upward.  My eyelids  could barely keep open, the familiar fluttery feeling grew bigger and stronger in my stomach. Billy, probably knowing I was close to my peak, pulled away and before he stands up, he pushes his shorts down, letting them hang by his feet. “Next time, princess, I want to see that mouth of yours stuffed with my cock; see you gagging for it, all around me. As of right now, I just want to fuck you and leave you  breathless, now bend over and let me see that pretty pussy of yours, baby. ’m gonna wreck it, have you feeling me for days, have you feeling this cock in your stomach. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be fucked like I hate you?"    Before I could reply, he’s taking me by the wrist and bending me forward, laying my body against one of the shelves in the closet as he rubs my opening with the head of his cock, sending a shiver to run through my body, goosebumps prickling my skin as I breathe through my nose, closing my eyes. I wait for him, wait for the stretch and the opening of his cock but it doesn’t come as quickly as I would have liked.  "I don’t, by the way. Hate you.” He said, leaning forward whereas his back touches my own, “I’ll fuck you like I do but I don’t. The feeling is mutual.” He said and before I could reply - before I could ask what he meant - he’s pushing forward, pressing his cock deep inside me, sinking into me with a growl.   “You’re so fucking tight, always so fucking tight.” He grunts, hissing through his teeth as he rocks his hips back and forth, his cock going deeper inside me, inch by inch, I feel him. He’s all I could feel.  He’s all I want to feel.  “Please….. please, Billy.” My words are crumbling together, my body was breaking apart.  “Tell me,” He purred,  his breath lightly  fanning against my ear as he spoke,  his voice was low and irresistible, it made every part of me shake as he spoke. “Tell me what you want. You have to speak up in order to get what you want, love…. So, tell me.” “Just you, you, you, you.” I’m begging now. I can feel myself getting closer and closer. I’m holding onto the shelf so tightly because I’m afraid I’m going to fall over.   The feeling is growing, the bubbling sensation is getting larger and I can feel myself getting ready to burst.  “Please, Billy, fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like I’m some whore on the street. Fuck me-” My words are cut off by the way he pulls out only to slam back into me. Him, doing this  - the sudden force and movement - is what makes me come undone. I knew I wasn’t going to last long.  Luckily, neither does he. “Oh, fuck. Already came, did you? Such a good girl. Fuck~ you’re such a good girl for me. ’m gonna cum too, fuck, I’m so close, (Y/N).” His words, much like mine were, slur together, his thrusts become sloppy and messy. And before I know it, he’s cumming with a cry of my name, filling me up as he does so.  “Shit….” He groans, pulling back slowly as he then pulls me up with him, pulling me around to face him as he kisses me suddenly,  the taste of myself still strong on his tongue. It shouldn’t be a turn on but it was. However, I was too exhausted for a round two any time soon.  I kiss him back, smiling against his lips.  We stay in this position for a few seconds, saying nothing because the kiss says what all that I needed to hear. He loved me too.  Pulling back, Billy smiles and moves a few pieces of hair out from my face, leaning forward, he captures my forehead with his lips, kissing it with so much softness and affection, I feel all warm and tingly on the inside.  This is the Billy nobody but me got to see. This is the Billy I was in love with.  Not the one he portrayed for everyone in town to see. He didn’t have to play pretend, to put on a show, I loved him for who he was. Even the fake persona he wore. I knew it wasn’t him, not at all.  “I love you."  Something flashes across his face the moment I say those three words, there’s a certain  look in his eyes I can’t make out but he grins nonetheless and pulls me closer to him, hand finding their way to my cheeks as he  moves to kiss me the way he had done before. "And I love you."  Of course, I should have known he was lying.  It was Billy Hargrove, after all.  He didn’t date.  Didn’t fall in love.  All he cared about was the person that looked back at him in the reflection of his mirror and getting into girl’s pants, no matter who it was.  More importantly, he didn’t fall in love with me.  It was all a lie, all a trick, and I was nothing more than a puppet on strings for him to toy around with.  I didn’t know this until the next day. If I had known, I wouldn’t have given myself up to him so easily.