hey! could i request steve harrington x reader drabble where jonathon and reader are super close (ex maybe reader needs a place to stay for a lil while so she’s living w/ the byers atm) so jonathon is being protective big bro over the reader and steve?
jonathan stood with his arms crossed and shook his head furiously at you before eventually throwing his hands up in the air. “i don’t like it. not one bit. the idea of you two together? it’s ... no. i don’t like it.”
you let out a laugh and grabbed your jacket off the hook by the door and slid it on. “i’m not asking your permission, dad.” you said with a pointed look, zipping up your jacket and peeking out the window to see steve pulling up in his BMW. “steve and i are together whether you like it or not. you don’t have to worry about us doing it on the couch or anything.” winking at jonathan as you heard him let out a loud sputter at your words before you waved goodbye to him and slammed the door, running down the steps towards steve who was now leaning against the car.
his arms circled your waist, you pressing a light kiss to his cheek and his eyes turned towards the byers house, jonathan peeking out the window through the curtains. “is he okay or ...?” steve asked, raising an eyebrow at him. you waved a dismissive hand and pursed your lips. “yeah, he’s just being oddly protective. how about we go? i don’t wanna miss the movie.”
however, during the actual movie, there wasn’t much paying attention going on as the you and steve made out in the back row of the theater, garnering a few looks of disgust and disappointment from the mother figures. but the two of you didn’t care, the two of you were off in your own little world where nancy wheeler and billy hargrove couldn’t crush you anymore.
your relationship hadn’t been going for very long but god, you were in love with steve harrington. everything about him made you smile and to think, just a few months ago, you had been enamored with billy and well, steve with nancy. the two of you had become an unlikely pair after being partnered up for a science project, you protesting at the fact that you had to do all the work while steve used your house phone to make gross love noises to nancy. at the end of the project though, turns out nancy found her relationship with steve to be bullshit and well, billy was billy. you had found steve looking forlornly into a plate of fries at bennies and well, the rest was history.
just the like the heavy petting in the movie theater, the night had to end at some point, you pouting as steve kept showering your face with kisses. “come on harrington, just come inside. i’ll let you stick your hands under my shirt. jonathan went to bed ages ago.” you whined, pressing your hips flush against his. he let out a groan and threw his head back, running a hand through his hair. “fine! but if he comes out with a bat or a gun or something, i’m going home.”
you laugh and grab his hand, pulling him into the byers home, shutting the door quietly behind you as you throw your arms around his neck, kissing at it. all of a sudden before you could even blink, the living room light comes on and there was jonathan, rubbing his eyes.
“i thought you weren’t gonna mess around on the couch?” steve turns a bright shade of red as you let out a loud breath. “oh my god, jonathan.” you run a hand down your face and pull him towards your room, the boy muttering and sputtering apologies out.
billy had that gnawing feeling in his stomach as he looked at you in the passenger seat, full blown puppy dog eyes going and your lower lip sticking out as far as it would go. “billy, please? we can just do it in the parking lot or something! i won’t mess it up, i promise.”
you begged with him, pleaded with him, your hands clasped together in a praying gesture as you hoped that all of this would pay off. you had been begging him for months now to teach you how to drive but every single time, he had some sort of excuse or pretended that he didn’t hear you.
but billy knew that he was running out of excuses to give you and that eventually he would just have to get it over with. it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you with his baby and the other love of his life, well, it was that he didn’t trust you with his baby. the baby blue camaro was his pride and joy and god, if anything happened to it, he would be a goddamn wreck. however, looking at you, he knew it was time to give in.
“fine! goddamnit, fine. i’ll teach you how to drive. but i swear to god, if there is one scratch or one dent on her by the end of it, i will, i don’t know but i swear to god.” you didn’t even bother paying attention to the last part of his sentence as you threw your arms around his neck, peppering his face with lots of wet and sloppy kisses. “thank you, thank you, thank you! you’re not going to regret this baby, i promise.”
he took your arms off from around his neck and swallowed hard, nodding as you quickly let go and got out of the car. billy ran his hand slowly over the steering wheel and kissing the top of it gently before whispering, “i’m sorry baby.” he got out of the car as he handed the keys to you once you reached the drivers side.
you quickly got into the car as billy made his way to the passenger side, his stomach feeling like it was doing backflips off a high dive. he got into the car and shut the door, immediately buckling up.
you slid the keys into the ignition and billy stopped you before you turned it on. “i have some ground rules, okay? if i think you’re fucking it up, we’re done. if it sounds like something is going wrong, we’re done. if it even looks like you’re going to hit something, god, even a stick on the damn ground, we’re done.” his hand was rough on yours and you looked at him, smile on your face but your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “okay! fine, can we just go?”
he nodded as he let you turn the key on, the car roaring to life. he closed his eyes for a quick second and looked at you. “okay princess, put the car into first gear and let out the clutch slowly...” he pointed at what you needed to do as you adjusted the stick shift, pressing on the gas as the car moved slowly.
if billy was being honest, he was expecting the car to die immediately but instead, the engine still purred and he felt like maybe he could let out that breath he had been holding. “give it a bit more gas and than push it into second, let out the clutch again and than more gas.”
a confused look was on your face as you tried to understand his words, taking notice of billy’s white knuckle grip on the side panel. “baby, i fucking got this, okay? trust me.” you said as you followed his instructions, managing to get the beautiful car going in the parking lot, pressing the gas. you drove around the parking lot a bit more, the car not making a grinding sound, not even once.
billy’s grip on the side panel loosened as you drove, offering words of encouragement now instead of fear and anxiousness. “are you sure you haven’t driven before?” he asked, eyebrow raised as you came to a stop, letting the car idle.
“cross my heart and hope to die. now, can i take this out on a real road?” you asked eagerly, billy shaking his head furiously as he immediately turned the car off and snatched the keys, kissing you quickly. “fuck no.”
your eyes were closed as you leaned back on jonathan’s bed, the music playing softly in the background, a content sigh falling out of your lips. even over the soft music, you could hear the click of the camera, your eyes snapping open immediately to see jonathan bringing his camera down and giving you a sheepish grin.
“you know i hate it when you do that.” you said, pouting for a split second before breaking out into a grin. you pushed off your hands to sit all the way up and give jonathan a quick once over.
he took another quick picture of you before setting the camera down on his desk. “what? i couldn’t help it, the moment called for it.” he leaned against his desk as he took you in completely. the two of you had only been dating for six months but god, he knew he was in love with you the moment the two of you had met.
you jumped off his bed quickly and closed the small amount of space between the two of you, your arms coming up and around his neck. “you know what else this moment calls for?” you ask, teasing the back of his neck gently with your finger tips.
jonathan shuddered at the softness of your touch and raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to answer your own question. you didn’t respond with words but instead pressed your lips against his, chuckling as jonathan faltered, not knowing what to do with his hands. eventually his hands settled on your hips as you pressed your body flush against his.
after a minute or two of heavy kisses, you pulled away, a smile on your face as you caught your breath. jonathan’s chest heaved up and down as his face reddened, this always happening after the two of you made out. you relished in the fact that you still had this effect on him. you figured that by now, he would have gotten used to your impromptu makeout sessions or whenever you would drop down to your knees to make him feel good.
when both of your breaths had returned to normal, jonathan tightened his grip on your hips before backing you against the bed, the two of you falling backwards, a small gasp coming out of you. “i want to give you something.” he said, pressing light kisses down your jaw and reaching your neck, biting and sucking gently, leaving almost barely there bruises against your skin.
you didn’t respond with your words but rather your body as a moan fell out of your lips, tossing your head back to give him better access to you. however, the action fell short as he quickly moved down your body, his hand coming up and under your shirt, feeling the lacy fabric of your bra, his other hand dipping beneath the waistband of your skirt.
your eyes opened wide with surprise as you looked at jonathan, not really knowing where this jonathan came from. the majority of the time, he was timid and would blush every time you took your shirt off. this confidence was new for him but it definitely wasn’t unwelcome. perhaps he had gotten some tips from harrington or watched something or whatever, either way, you weren’t going to complain because it might just stop.
you could feel jonathan’s hand dancing along the edge of your underwear, occasionally lifting an edge up but not daring to go inside. you let out a little whine as jonathan laughed, loving how the tables had turned, him doing the teasing and you being on the edge of your seat. “jonath -” you tried to say but before you could, you felt his fingers finally make the move under your panty line, feeling his finger tips brush between your folds as your eyes closed and you gripped onto his shirt a little bit tighter.
“oh, is that it?” he whispered softly into your ear as his other hand brushed against your nipple. he picked his head up to look at you, your eyes closed and mouth open just a bit as he slid a finger inside of you, beckoning towards himself.
a louder moan came out of you as you squeezed your eyes shut, pulling on his shirt. “jonathan ... please...” you whimpered out, burying your face into his shoulder and biting at it. almost like you commanded him, he slid another finger into you, this time slowly sliding them in and out before picking up speed. he didn’t say anything as he listened to you moan, each one getting louder than the previous.
you tried gripping onto anything you could as you felt everything, his fingers inside of you, the other hand grazing your hardened nipples every so often and his lips nipping and sucking at any available skin. you could feel that familiar warm feeling in the pit of your stomach, slowly building with each touch from jonathan. “jonathan, i’m so close.” you moaned out into his shoulder, that bringing out a chuckle from him.
his hand picked up the pace, a warm rushing feeling washing over you. your moans dissipated as you climaxed, your hands coming up to cover your face as you shook your head back and forth. jonathan removed his hand from your underwear and underneath your shirt, rolling off of you and propping himself up.
taking your hands off your face, you gave him a huge smile and shook your head again. “where the hell did you learn to do that?” you asked, jonathan giving you a shrug as an answer and kissing your lips before pulling back and taking the taste of you off his fingers.
you laughed and jumped at him, straddling him as you ran your hands up and down his chest. “it’s my turn now.”
alright, i’m a little exhausted from work and whatnot so i’m putting captive in my kiss and need a ride on hold for a bit but i really want to do some drabbles tonight?
either with steve, billy, or jonathan? hell, let’s throw their real life counterparts in the mix! so, feel free to send me whatever prompts you’re feeling my way and i’ll knock some of them out tonight
I like your fics, but I think they might be more comprehensive if you used capitalization and proper spacing, instead of bolding the speech. I think it's a little lazy.
Well, thanks for the constructive criticism, anon! I appreciate all of it. The reason why I do it like that is not because of laziness but I guess more of just my ... online writing style and I find that it’s easier to distinguish who is speaking, instead of me just going, he said, she said, etc, etc.
Unless this is a majority thing, I’ll definitely keep it in mind about changing it. But it’s definitely not a laziness thing.
part 1 of ?
steve harrington x noelle carmichael
summary: modern day au where steve harrington is a rich college kid and noelle is a scholarship student whose a little nervous to be sharing a space with someone she’s clearly attracted to.
warnings: swearing + brief mentions of smut (nothing descriptive)
word count: 2, 255
author’s note: this is my first time writing steve harrington so i apologize if this is absolutely terrible. also - i wanted to try something new with writing from an actual character perspective and not second person, so i hope you enjoy!
part 1 of ?
steve harrington x noelle carmichael
summary: modern day au where steve harrington is a rich college kid and noelle is a scholarship student whose a little nervous to be sharing a space with someone she’s clearly attracted to.
warnings: swearing + brief mentions of smut (nothing descriptive)
word count: 2, 255
author’s note: this is my first time writing steve harrington so i apologize if this is absolutely terrible. also - i wanted to try something new with writing from an actual character perspective and not second person, so i hope you enjoy!
part 1 of ?
steve harrington x noelle carmichael
summary: modern day au where steve harrington is a rich college kid and noelle is a scholarship student whose a little nervous to be sharing a space with someone she’s clearly attracted to.
warnings: swearing + brief mentions of smut (nothing descriptive)
word count: 2, 255
author’s note: this is my first time writing steve harrington so i apologize if this is absolutely terrible. also - i wanted to try something new with writing from an actual character perspective and not second person, so i hope you enjoy!
stepping foot onto columbia university's campus, noelle carmichael exhaled a loud breath, her eyes squinting in the hot august sun. she slammed her car door shut, the rest of the car shaking as she did so, the college freshman pursing her lips together as she watched several students running back and forth between buildings. it was move in weekend and she would be lying if she said that she wasn't a little bit scared. college was a brand new experience for her and the fact that she managed to land a scholarship for this school, it was mind boggling to her.
leaning against her beat up car, she pulled the camel crush pack out of her pocket and slid out a cigarette, rolling the end between her fingers before crushing the little ball and bringing it up to her lips, inhaling deeply as she lit it. bringing her arm down, she flicked the ash to the ground and shook her head. it was going to be an interesting year, that was for sure.
sliding a piece of paper out of her back pocket, she unfolded it with one hand and looked down at her dorm room assignment. the dwight, it said in big block letters. she took a puff of her cigarette before dropping it to the ground and stomping it out. opening the back door of her car, she grabbed the couple of things that she could carry and took one last look at the sheet before memorizing her apartment number. the paper also said that she would have three other roommates, something that she wasn't looking forward to. but she trekked on inside, taking the elevator up and searching for room 276. noelle opened the door and stepped inside, her mouth dropping slightly open at how big the space was. honestly, this four bedroom apartment was bigger than her small two bedroom, one bath, less than a thousand square feet apartment that she shared with her mother. she kicked the door shut behind her and noticed that she was the first person there. letting out a sigh of relief, she wandered from bedroom to bedroom, picking the one that was the farthest from everyone else.
noelle made several more trips back to her car, grabbing the last of her stuff before finally settling into her new room. she wasn't sure when her new roommates would be showing up but she was sure it was any moment now. just like she willed it into existence, she heard the door opening and closing, three very distinct voices filling the apartment. she sat paced back and forth in her room for about a minute or two before finally leaving her room, ready to face her roommates for the next year.
from the looks of it, she had two boys and another girl as a roommate, that seemed to be about right. they continued talking amongst one another, obviously friends before their transition to college. noelle stood awkwardly in the kitchen for another second before clearing her throat, three pairs of eyes turning to face her. immediately, she could feel the girl sizing her up, trying to see what kind of competition she was. she was beautiful, with long blonde hair and these blue eyes that seemed to just stare through you. the boy standing next to her was taller than her by a few inches but noelle chalked it up to the fact that it seemed like his hair took on a mind of its’ own. his face and neck was splashed with moles and he seemed to have an easy going smile on his face. the guy standing next to him, he was slightly shorter than the other boy and his eyes seemed to take her in a little too hungrily for her liking. after what felt like an eternity, noelle cleared her throat and gave them a cool smile, shoving her hands in her jean pockets. “hey, i’m noelle. noelle carmichael. i guess i’m your new roommate.” she said, her voice dripping with what she hoped was coolness.
the blonde girl was the first one to speak, her own voice filled with an iciness that made noelle a little uneasy. “i’m hannah dunlop and this is my boyfriend, steve harrington. the loser standing next to him is logan peters.”
noelle nodded as she spoke, her eyes bouncing from person to person as she spoke, trying to remember their names. she kept her hands in her pockets, hoping that the very apparent tension in the room would soon disappear. “it’s nice to meet you guys! i already picked my room, the smaller one tucked away in the corner so, the rest of them are obviously for you guys.” noelle spoke, steve offering her a warm grin.
logan clapped his hands together and ran towards the rooms, his voice loud in the empty apartment. “i hope you guys know that i’m taking the biggest room. i got pretty young coeds to entertain.” hannah rolled her eyes and pressed herself up against steve, her arms coming his waist and steve’s arm wrapping itself around her shoulders. noelle almost laughed at how apparent hannah was being.
she had to admit that steve was attractive even though he hadn’t spoken one word to her. but it definitely seemed like hannah did most of the talking for them anyways. noelle pulled her hands out of her pockets and crossed her arms, trying to break the ice a little bit more. “so, what are your majors and where are you from?” she asked, turning her head at the sound of logan running from room to room.
before hannah had a chance to speak, steve opened his mouth and started talking instead. “hawkins, indiana. small town, you might have heard about it in the news a couple years ago. stuff about a lab, yada, yada, yada, boring stuff. steve said, waving his hand around almost dismissively. hannah is also from hawkins, although she refuses to accept it. same for logan. we all grew up together. what about you?” he asked, his voice sincere and almost calming. raising an eyebrow at the fact that they were all from the same town and managed to get the same apartment assignment, it seemed suspicious.
“chicago. wait, how did all three of you guys get the same room? i thought selection was random … or” noelle asked, raising an eyebrow. “well, that’s what i was told anyways.” noelle was confused, wondering how that managed to happen.
steve rubbed the back of his neck and laughed, giving a shrug of his shoulders. “my dad uh, he kind of donated some money to the school and they let us pick our room assignments and everything. “ hannah nodded in agreement, looking up at steve with adoration in her eyes. “i’m majoring in sports medicine by the way. i want to be a physical therapist for athletes.” steve added as noelle nodded.
“i’m a philosphy major and logan is studying … i think he said women’s studies as a joke but who knows with that idiot.” hannah said, flipping her hand towards the room that logan was now occupying.
noelle bit at her lip and swallowed. “cool, cool. i’m studying computer science. but my main focus is network administration and programming.” she was now talking passionately with her hands, gesturing every so often.
“so, essentially setting your local networks and making sure everything is running smoothly but also making my own programs and everything.” she said, speaking nearly a mile a minute, her very obvious passion for computers showing. it brought out a smile in steve but caused hannah to mutter nerd under her breath which in turn caused steve to elbow her slightly and give her a look.
rolling her eyes, hannah untangled herself from steve and with a wave of her dismissive hand, she trotted off to find a room for herself. “sorry about her. she’s … possessive.” steve said, running a hand through his thick hair and offering noelle an easygoing grin.
noelle returned the grin with one of her and shrugged. “no, it’s fine. i should take it as a compliment that she sees me as a threat, right?” she joked, turning to see hannah bouncing between the rooms, laughing at whatever dumb joke poured out of logan’s mouth. “how long have you two been together?” she asked, curious as to what steve exactly saw in hannah.
“oh god. it’s been …. five years now. yeah, five years. we got together just before high school.” steve said, thinking about it hard, his eyes looking towards the ceiling as he thought about it. this is turn brought out a smile from noelle, finding it cute that he was thinking so hard about it. “but hey, you’re from chicago! you can show me all the sights and stuff.” he gestured towards the window with his head, a few of chicago’s landmarks in the distance.
“i don’t wanna end up getting lost or anything. also, it’s super cool that you’re doing the whole computer science thing. we need more women in the stem fields.”
steve was now standing a little bit closer to noelle, close enough for the scent of his cologne to fill her nostrils.
god, he smells so good. goddamnit, noelle. he has a girlfriend. noelle thought to herself, shaking herself out of her thoughts and trying to focus on steve’s words.
“that’s cute. five years is a long time. you guys seem like a good match. oh, haha yeah. i am from here. i’m not sure how good of a tour guide i would be but i can try my best. i’m usually not … well versed with this side of chicago.” noelle crossed and uncrossed her arms, trying to hide how nervous she felt around the new boy. “oh thanks. yeah, i’ve been really passionate about it ever since i was youn –“
noelle was cut off by hannah’s voice singing steve’s name a little off key. “sorry, we can talk later.” steve said, brushing past noelle and squeezing her shoulder gently. she turned to watch him walk towards the sound of hannah’s voice, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth as she bit down and made her own way back towards her room. she shut the door and collapsed on her now made bed, running her hands down her face.
i am so fucked. so, so, so fucked. you can’t possibly like him. he’s got a pretty blonde girlfriend of five years, noelle. he was just being polite. why would he even care about a poor girl like you when he has a rich girlfriend and all the money in the world. noelle was now lost in her own thoughts, still unsure of what to do with her newfound crush on steve harrington. he genuinely seemed interested in what she had to say but she was also chalking that up to the fact that he was being polite considering they were going to live together for the next year.
through her closed door, noelle could hear steve and hannah’s voices, hannah’s own voice cutting through the thin wood of the door, hearing her own name mentioned several times and steve’s laughter pouring through the door. noelle got out of bed and pressed her ear to her door, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation.
“what do you think of her than, steve?” hannah asked, her voice demanding and shrewd.
“she seems nice and harmless, okay? i wasn’t flirting. i was being polite. you do know that we have to room with the girl for the next year. it’s literally the first goddamn day, hannah.” steve put his hands on hips and gave hannah a frown. “it’s not like i want to jump into bed with her. she seems like a nice girl and that’s it. god, do we really have to do this again?” steve’s voice sounded exasperated, almost like they’ve had this fight a million times before.
“you just seemed awfully cozy with her and you were asking all these questions! how am i not supposed to worry?” hannah was constantly crossing and uncrossing her arms, trying to find something to do with her hands that didn’t involve slapping steve. “she’s fucking beautiful and the way she worked those jeans, god, i need to find out her workout routine. anyways, are you sure you’re not into her?”
noelle rolled her eyes at hannah’s words, mimicking throwing up as both noelle and hannah waited for steve’s answer.
“i swear to god, hand on a bible, cross my heart and hope to die, i’m not into her. she’s nice, she’s harmless. you know i love you, hannah. all that shit we went through with tommy and nancy last year?” he rubbed her arms gently with his hands, trying to reassure her.
“you know were strong as hell. nothing and no one is going to come in between us.” steve responded with, noelle’s heart falling a little bit. well, that was that, no chance in hell did she have a chance with him.
noelle couldn’t make out what was said next by hannah but from the sudden slamming of the bedroom door and the sound of the mattress moving, she could only assume what was happening in the room across the hall. she kicked her shoes off and proceeded to set up her record player as hannah’s moans filled her eyes. with a loud huff, noelle put on a hozier record, turning the volume all the way up to drown out the sounds of the sex happening across the hall. god, she swore up and down that if she had to listen to that every night, she was going to pull her hair out.
flopping down on her bed, she could still make out hannah calling out steve’s name and it made noelle want to throw up but she tried to focus on the smooth sounds of hozier filling her eyes as she closed her eyes, trying not to dream about steve harrington and the feeling of those perfect lips on her own and those hands exploring her body.
pairing: billy hargrove x reader
warnings: mentions of domestic violence
word count: 1,028
author’s note: i’ve been very, very ill and haven’t had the motivation to write but here we are again
your tears burn your face as they run down it, the saltiness falling into the split lip you have. billy’s promising to take you anywhere you want to go and god, the possibilities are endless. you know that you don’t have much money but that’s not even the main thought on your mind. you think about leaving all of this behind, hawkins and your piece of shit dad and going anywhere in the country. there were so many places that you wanted to visit and god, now you couldn’t even pick a place.
you pull yourself away from the blonde boy, standing up and wiping away the hot tears from your face. you don’t say anything as grab a backpack and just start shoving clothes into it, trying to pack for all sorts of weather. billy stays where he is, silent as ever, watching your every move. you try not to look at him, to see that look of guilt that you know is just ever present on his face. billy and you have both done this same dance several times, albeit not with each other but it’s familiar. you can’t even count how many times you have done this same move. curse up a storm, swear to god you’ll kill your father and start packing a bag. the only difference is that you’ve never built up the courage to leave. but with billy and his eyes staring a hole into your back, you realize that you can do this.
before you know it, you have three backpacks filled with different types of clothes and you turn to face hargrove, finally taking a second to look at him. “if you’re serious about leaving billy, i’m ready. i got everything i need. just ... tell me you’re not lying.” you practically beg him at this point and you can’t tell what his answer might be.
he still doesn’t say anything as he gets up off the bed and grabs the bags off the floor in front of you. billy slings two over his shoulder and grabs the other one, taking your hand in his. he’s still silent as he motions towards the bedroom door and you pause for a second, shaking your head. “i can’t ... billy. he’s down there. he’ll kill us both. we can just sneak out the bedroom window, leave that way. c’mon.” your voice is laced with nerves and billy finally speaks.
“no. i know it’s scary but i need you to trust me on this. you’re better than him. in every way. i know that ... we, that things got off to a rocky start between us but once you stand up to him and we leave, that’s it. there’s no coming back, there’s no returning. i’ll be there every step of the way, princess. if he tries anything, i swear to god i’ll kill him.”
his voice is confident and he seems so sure of himself that you can’t help but go along with his crazy plan. steeling yourself, you open your bedroom door and hear the faint echo of the television set downstairs. the lump that’s in the back of your throat seems to be getting bigger and you pause at the top of the stairs, your heart feeling like it might just jump out of your chest. billy nudges you gently and nods, giving you a cocky half grin that boosts your confidence level just a little bit. you step down onto the stairs and finally make your way into the living room.
almost immediately, the television set turns off and your father gives you a look that would normally cut you to shreds. “where the fuck are you going?” he asks, his voice low and level as he now realizes that billy is also in the room. you don’t say anything but instead toss a look to billy, hoping that he’d answer for you. he shakes his head and you clench your fist, looking your father in the eye. “i’m leaving. for good. billy and i, we’re getting out of here and there’s nothing you can do to stop us.” your own voice was a mixture of shakiness and some weird confidence that you never thought you’d have. your father scoffs and stands up, putting his hands on his hips and giving the two of you a dirty look.
“right, like i’m going to let my slut of a daughter run off with some guy who looks like he belongs in a whitesnake video. put the bags down and no one gets hurt. you’re going to go back upstairs and this .... tool is going to leave. once that happens, you and i are going to have a very long discussion about the rules of this household.” you don’t say anything as he talks, just staring him down. billy starts walking to the door, you having an incredulous look on your face at his confidence against your father.
your dad crosses the room and grabs billy by the arm, hard, hard enough that you can see him wince. but before you could even say anything, billy is pulling back and hitting your father square in the face. billy was able to do something that you had longed to do, something that wished you could do. your dad steps back, clenching his nose and his jaw, letting go of billy as billy picks up the dropped bags and grabs your hand, opening the door and pulling you towards the car.
you’re laughing so loud and the air is cold that it hurts your chest but you don’t care as the two of you make it into the baby blue camaro down the street. billy tosses your bags into the backseat and starts the car, revving it loud as your dad runs out of the house, shouting your name. pounding on the steering wheel, billy peels off down the road, driving towards anywhere.
“where you wanna go first, kitten?”
you stop and look at billy, the biggest shit eating grin on your face as you rub your hands on the tops of your thighs.
“california, billy hargrove. i wanna see the ocean.”
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