Life was perfect for American boy, aka Steve Rogers. Great friends, hot cheerleader girlfriend, love and adore by everyone. Everything was perfect till senior year when Angelina came around and an anonymous gossip column, Rumor Has It, threatening to expose everyone's dirty laundry
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🐍 Envious Lover 🐍 ( One Shot)
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🍂Nothing Else Matters🍂 (OH)
Rosary Woods used to spend her summers in Hawkins. Now years later with untimely death of her father, she sent to live with her grandparents. Coming back to a place that use to give her pleasant memories but now full with dark secrets she hopes never see daylight. Her plan was simple easy till one night she finds a drunk boy full of curls and after life never the same. ( Stranger Things FanFic)
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👨🍳# FOODIE👨🍳: (WIP)
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♡ The Partners ♡: (Completed)
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🔪Midnight Desire🔪: ( Completed)
A group of seniors simple night of drinking and partying at their local grocery store. Turns for the worst when they realize they are lock-in with something far more dangerous than they ever imagine ( Suspense / Horror )
a/n: still coping with the show being over. this is horribly cringe but whatever.
warnings: female reader, reader is a girly girl, potentially OOC Billy POV, discussions of abuse from Neil, shotgunning smoke, steamy (literally) but not smut
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Max didn't even look up as Billy passed her room with a bruise on his cheek. He figured she was used to Neil giving him bruises. Used to all the yelling. He would have just yelled at her too if she said anything.
He slammed his door shut knowing it probably made Susan wince somewhere in the house more than she had when Neil made contact with his skin. It took him three tries to set his Motley Crüe record properly in his player because his hands were fucking shaking like a pussy's. He hissed under his breath when he saw the record had got the slightest bit scratched against the side of the Pioneer.
"Live Wire" crackled through his shitty speakers, way too loud as usual, the sound buzzy and tinny as it pressed through the foam of the speakers. Lighting a cigarette, he takes several deep drags, none of which do anything to help calm him down. The glowing end of the cigarette reflects off his window, a tiny glowing dot against the night sky and the backlight of his dim bedroom.
Motion in the corner of his eye has him actually look out his window, into the window next door. The light in her room is soft and he would probably describe it as angelic if he believed any of that shit. She was reshelving books, careful to not knock off all of the little trinkets lining her shelves. Her window was open, and he knew if he opened his he would probably hear her humming along to Madonna. He clenched his fingers around his lighter and takes another drag of his cigarette.
Pretty girls next door don't deal with asshole fathers. They wore lacy little nightgowns and probably had straight As and had glossy pink lips that would look so pretty parted and--
He hated thinking about her.
Looking into her window his first night in Hawkins was almost too much. Billy didn't like shy girls. The warm glow of her room felt more like a blaring alarm in his skull trying to trick him into thinking that there could possibly be something worthwhile here. She even brought his whole family dinner the weekend they moved in because Susan hadn't set up the kitchen yet--pasta and the best garlic bread he had ever had. Reminded him of that Italian restaurant he would go to after surf competitions.
The guys at school all made lewd comments about her but claimed she was too inexperienced and shy to actually pursue. They probably would tell him it was luck that they were neighbors and ask what color underwear she changed into (white, sometimes pink).
She wasn't even his fucking type.
Billy didn't actually watch her often. Seeing her dance around her room or actually sit down and do her homework pissed him off. Sometimes she would sit at her vanity and do her makeup just to go to the library and he would smoke three cigarettes right after she swiped gloss onto her lips.
He coughed now just thinking about it, choking on his smoke. He cracked open the window a little and tapped the ash off the cigarette off the sill and into the night.
The creak of his window carried across the little alley between their houses and made her look up and meet his eyes. She gave a little wave and the tiniest, most breathtaking smile. It even reached her eyes, and for a second he almost coughed on his cigarette again. She leaned out on the windowsill, nightgown blowing just the faintest amount.
Pushing up the rest of the window, Billy sat against the sill, legs dangling outside. He blew smoke out in a stream that almost reached her face and she just waved it away without comment.
"Hi."
"Hey yourself."
Why the fuck was he doing this? The last time he had talked to her was almost a month ago when she complimented the wash he gave his car. Never mind that it had made him so hard he closed his blinds for almost a whole week afterwards.
"What happened to your cheek?" She asks so gently, leaning closer out the window. Billy crushes his cigarette in his hand, the burning end stinging the skin on his palm. He curses and lights another, wiping the ash on his hand off on his jeans and making the new welt ache more.
Instead of pressing, she gives him an apologetic look, pissing him off further. "Don't do that."
"Okay." she responds simply. He blows more smoke at her until she holds up a finger for him to wait. Shaking his head, he messes with his curls as she pulls away to rummage through her desk.
After a couple dozen seconds she slips out her window, lacy socks squelching in the wet lawn. She doesn't seem to mind, and holds out her hand. He just stares at it.
"Palm." she whispers, pretty eyes surprisingly defiant.
Billy reluctantly holds out his open hand, letting her stand between his legs and open a bottle of some kind of lotion. She applies it gently to the cigarette burn, hands so soft and small compared to his. It's not even the only scar he's got on that hand.
"It doesn't hurt that much. I've done that a lot." Billy's voice is rough.
She pouts just the slightest bit, glossed lips pressed together, and his hand clenches, pulling away from her touch. As she caps the bottle of cream he looks down at her nightgown again, shifting in the wind around her knees. He blows smoke in her face and she coughs.
"Never mind. Burn yourself all you want."
He laughs at that, surprising both of them. She looks out at the moon and he just looks at her before gently tugging her to sit down on his knee. Her wide gaze turns to him, questioning.
"Your socks are getting all ruined from the grass."
"Oh. Yeah. Thank you."
She adjusts herself in on his thigh, making his grip around her waist tighten briefly. Eventually she settles on just wrapping her arms around Billy's neck and he allows it without comment. He presses the cigarette to her lips and she hesitantly takes a drag before coughing all over him.
"Jesus. Was that your first time?"
"Obviously."
Smirking, he pulls her closer against his chest. "There's a different way we can try it, if you don't mind messing up your lip gloss."
"What? How would--oh. Um..." Her realization is so fucking cute, softening the edges of his mouth out of his frown. He takes a drag and holds it in, patient as she closes her eyes and parts those pretty lips.
He kisses her, arms around her tight as he blows the smoke into her mouth. Feeling her swallow it, he kissed her again to cut off her little cough. Shit, her lips were so warm. Her gloss was sticking to his dryer lips and he couldn't help but lick into her mouth to taste some of it.
Letting out the tiniest of whimpers, one of her hands reached up to curl into his hair and pull on it just a bit but more than enough to make him stiffen and kiss her again and again.
"Fuck, you taste so perfect. Cherry?" He murmured against her lips.
"Cherry c-cola." She looked dizzy, lips somehow beginning to look swollen just from a few kisses. Her grip loosened a little and he kissed the corner of her lips to keep her eyes on his.
"Did that taste any better?"
"Mhm."
"Use your words."
"It was better." She played a little with his hair, fingers still sunk into his curls. He decided it was the closest to believing in heaven as he'd ever get.
"Good. Can I do it again?" He took another drag as she let out a soft little "please" that shot straight through his dick.
She didn't cough this time and pulled on his hair a little more, really kissing him back this time. After she swallowed the smoke again, she sucked softly on his tongue, warm heat passing between their mouths. He shifted her so that she was straddling both of his thighs now, and she let out a soft little noise desperate when they parted for air.
"That w-was even better." She was clutching onto him so hard, lips still practically pressed to his.
"Second kiss is always better." He rubbed a hand up her side, feeling how tense she was. "Though I wasn't really planning on ever kissing you."
"Me either. I just...Well, you know you're hot. But you scare me a little."
"You scare me too." He jokes, running a hand through his hair. She giggles, and he has to look away to fight a smile. Billy took a couple of drags before the cigarette burned to the filter, flicking it onto the grass.
"You could start fires like that." Her whisper made him roll his eyes and kiss her to keep her quiet. She melted into it all the same, this time pressing her tongue into his mouth first. He allowed it in exchange for snaking a hand up her thigh, under the hem of her nightdress.
Rewarded with a whimper, he sucked on her tongue until she had to break away in soft pants. Her eyes were shiny. Probably a little overstimulated. He kissed her cheek, just under one eye, doing little to hide the smile forming on his lips.
"Are you a little better?" She asks so quietly, as if to not upset him. He stills, but nods after a long moment. That's all she's getting.
She smiles again, and he decides it was worth the answer after all.
Oh I like this I feel more they get to know each other they both learn things ain’t as green on the other side. That was cute tho way she came to him. I wonder if he had a lot of thoughts about that and hey now he won’t bother the kids. lol even thou it be funny watching he be mean and she pouts at him . I wonder how long they stay like that till she want back over w wet socks. And the way he got mad or didn’t care lol boy u hook . Love these two .
it’s not much, just a little blurb i wrote a while ago for a server writing game and never shared! the prompt was the line “the kiss reminded him of chemistry lessons in school, when if the right two elements were put together, they'd explode.” also, my first ever contribution to @fredhechingerfrenzy 💚 if you want more fred hechinger content, check out mama hechinger herself @punkrockmlchael (who also created this beautiful banner as usual hehehe)
You had always been something of a fixture at Camp Pineway.
A long time camper-turned-camp counselor, you and Jason had known each other practically forever. You were friendly, sure, but not close. Maybe because Jason was quite literally scared of you.
You were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in his life. That was a fact. He had been head over heels in love with you since the two of you were 8 years old. Now, here you were, in your 20s and still spending summers at Pineway, Jason still yearning.
It was counselor weekend and you had finally asked to learn archery - Jason had been waiting for this moment his whole life.
“No, it’s not quite—“ Jason stuttered, hand reaching for the bow but not wanting to touch you. “You have to hold it like…kinda like…” he made a vague gesture with his hands, “…like this?”
“I don’t…” You shook your head, lowering the bow with a sigh. “I don’t get it. I’m not getting it. I seriously suck at this.”
“You don’t…suck,” Jason laughed lightly. “It can be a little tricky.”
“We’ve been at this for an hour and I’m not getting any better,” you pouted. “Maybe I should go back to lifeguarding.”
As badly as Jason wanted to see you in your swimsuit again every day, he wasn’t going to let you give up this easily and walk off feeling bad about yourself. “Here, just…can I?”
You raised your eyebrows at him, handing the bow out to him. But he shook his head, moving behind you instead.
“You’ve got to do it yourself or it won’t make as much sense,” he said. “Here, I’ll…uh, can I…touch you?”
“Yeah,” you said easily, thinking nothing of it. You had no idea how nervous he was to even be standing this close to you.
He placed one hand on your left and the other on your right. “Okay, so…” He positioned your arms in the appropriate position, making sure you were comfortable and firm in place. “Yeah, like that! Now, you pull back like this…” He helped pull your arm back, letting go and letting you hold it yourself once the arrow was drawn. “Now, you aim and let go.”
You let go of the string and the arrow shot forward, piercing into the hay bale target. Not anywhere close to the middle, but hitting the target nonetheless.
You squealed, jumping up and down in excitement. “Holy shit! Holy shit, I did it!”
“Yeah, you did!” Jason smiled, clapping his hands together. “Excellent form, if I do say so myself.”
You giggled, moving back in front of him. “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you, though.”
Jason’s cheeks heated, tinging pink. “Well, let’s find out. Try it on your own this time.”
You were skeptical, but you took your position once again. You lifted the bow just like Jason had shown you, pulled back the string, lined up your shot…and let go.
The arrow zipped through the air, landing in the third ring.
“Oh my god!” you yelled, jumping up and down again.
Jason laughed, clapping even harder this time. “Bravo! Excellent work.”
You were still laughing, breathless, as you stood in front of Jason. “Yeah, because I had the best teacher. The best archer in Camp Pineway history, isn’t that right?”
He blushed deeper. “I wouldn’t say that.”
“I would,” you smiled. “I wouldn’t have been able to do that without you. Thank you.”
You were standing so close to him he didn’t know what to do. He felt as if he couldn’t draw in enough air, his stomach tied in knots. And the way you were looking at him - it was different than the way you always looked at him, even just a minute ago. There was something behind it, something unsaid.
He had the same look in his eyes.
Before he could convince himself not to, Jason raised his hand and rested it on the side of your face. You didn’t move—just kept looking at him, your breathing growing a little heavier, matching his own.
He moved in slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as yours did the same. Slow, so slow. He could feel your breath on his lips, warm and sweet like the bubblegum you’d been chewing earlier—
His lips met yours, gentle and nervous. He lifted his hands, anxiously pulling back for a second before finally resting on your hips. You pushed closer into him, making him gasp into the kiss. The bow clattered to the ground as you tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening it.
The kiss reminded him of chemistry lessons in school, when if the right two elements were put together, they'd explode. He had never felt anything like the way your lips moved against his, the electricity when your tongues touched, the ache in his bones when you moaned, just barely.
The last thing in the world he wanted to do was pull away, but eventually, he had to. He was breathing heavily as he looked into your eyes.
“So…” you began, “is this part of every lesson?”
Jason laughed, his blue eyes sparkling. “Only for you.”
“Hm,” you said, pretending to think. “In that case, I think I need more help. Do you offer private lessons?”
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Oh that was actually good girl haha I’m like oh oh ohhhhhhh damn I wonder how she felt about him and this relationship they had wow that pretty long but eeee that kiss moment had me
