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Author’s note
Talk to me
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Heated Rivalry
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Alfie Solomons Masterlist
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Michael Langdon Masterlist
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Billy Hargrove Masterlist
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Derek Hale
Sort out your pack - You're tired of having to constantly babysit not only Derek's pack, but also Scott's; one day when the two of them are arguing, you've had enough.
I’m back - After taking a break for a couple of days, Derek comes to see you at school.
Bittersweet (Requested - Part 1.) Bittersweet (Requested - Part 2.) - A long to and fro of the story between Derek and Stella and how they came to be through ups and downs.
Bittersweet - (Part 3.) - Stiles needs to lay down the law with Derek now that he's dating Stiles' cousin.
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Stiles Stilinski
“All that blood looks good on you, really brings out your eyes.” - Stiles stays with you while Scott goes to get help after you've been shot with a wolfsbane arrow.
Just breathe (Requested)* - A school project that led to something more.
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Theo Raeken and Liam Dunbar Masterlist
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Malia Tate/Hale
I’ll keep you warm - On a cold night investigating supernatural threats, you start to regret not taking the bite when Derek offered it to you years ago.
Don’t go - A lovely night with Malia.
“Don’t use all my hot water!” - Malia wants a shower, looks like she'll just have to join you.
Meet the parents - Malia can't believe you would betray her like this, and with her own father.
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Patrick Verona
Drunk - Patrick makes sure you are okay after you get drunk.
Yoga with Patrick - Headcanon of Patrick walking in on you doing yoga/stretching.
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Bucky Barnes Masterlist
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Charles Blackwood
One of those days - You're too quiet and Charles will figure out what's wrong with you even if it takes all day, dammit!
Charles will make it better * - Charles isn’t happy when he catches you in the midst of a panicked phone call to Constance when you run out of period products. Charles doesn’t like it when you think he can’t take care of all your needs. Charles will make it better, he always does.
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Venom Masterlist
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The Witcher Masterlist
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Eddie Munson
Gas Station - A hot summers night in Hawkins leads to more than you bargained for.
Well taken care of (Mungrove x reader)- You couldn't believe it. One smile from Vickie and Robin had already disappeared off the face of the earth and now you were stuck playing Magnum P.I trying to find her. You stepped forward onto the last of the uneven stone steps and wrapped your knuckles against the door, not expecting anyone to answer.
"Oh, hi."
You whipped your head round at the sound of a voice to find Billy Hargrove smirking at you.
Summer lovin’ (Mungrove x reader) - Hawkins heat, two boys, one bedroom. And some uninvited guests. Kind of a part two to above.
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Ledger!Joker
A little bit of chaos
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Frank Castle
Steer clear from the windows - You’re like a housecat in that any patch of sun = naptime. Unfortunately for Frank, it usually means he’ll find you asleep near a window, he gets v stressed. 5+1 frank finds you asleep in alarming places and the one time you find him asleep.
This is a masterlist of all my Heated Rivalry (mainly Hollanov) fics.
Thank you for liking and sharing! <3
A little treat (A03)- Shane sneaks out of bed every night, never for very long and he always came back afterwards.
Ilya was nothing if not curious, so it was time to find out what his Shane had been getting up to without him.
Hunter vs Rozanov (A03) - After the game where Scott chirps at Shane, Scott realises how his chirp sounded and knows he needs to make things right. Unfortunately the Admirals are playing the Raiders tonight and a certain Russian captain is pissed.
Ilya makes Scott regret the day he was born and gives him a taste of his own medicine. For Shane.
Tampa (A03) - What I like to think happened in the aftermath of that Tampa hotel room destruction.
Tuna melt fix it (A03) - Shane is having a rough day, they talk about it.
They talk about the Tuna Melt Incident.
Centaurs vs Voyagers (A03) - It happened in the second period of the game, Centaurs vs Voyagers. Barrett took him by surprise and ended up flipping him over his shoulder until he landed on his head. He wasn't moving and Ilya had a sickening sense of deja vu, only this time it wasn't his Shane lying motionless on the ice.
It was Hayden Pike.
Cheese Grill (AO3)- Ilya is drunk, Shane picks him up, Ilya has a request.
I'll always come back to you (A03) - Shane gets caught off guard when Ilya wants him to go out and meet the Centaurs after their win. When he and Ilya fight, Shane decides it would be best if he wasn't at home when Ilya got back from the bar.
Ilya violently disagrees.
Cue supportive, loving parents - Yuna and David Hollander.
Pretty flowers and slow mornings (A03)- "Let me look."
His daughter held the flower carefully by the stem as she held her little arm in the air as high as she could, releasing it from her grip when Ilya took the flower with the same gentleness.
"Is pretty lapochka, but nowhere near as pretty as you."
His little girl blushed the same pretty pink as Shane did and looked down at the ground. After seemingly bolstering her courage she looked back up at her Papa, taking back her flower Ilya held out to her.
"Pretty like Daddy?"
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Life is blissful at the cottage with the Hollander-Rozanov family.
Whatever you want (A03) - Whatever Shane Hollander wants, he gets. Ilya makes sure of it.
5 times Ilya makes sure Shane gets what he wants and 1 time Shane gives Ilya what he needs.
New Friends (Extended) A03 - The extended version of my fic in Whatever you want :)
Shane is feeling disheartened by the Metros reaction to his coming out, however there are a couple of Boston Raiders dying to meet him.
Or, how Shane becomes a Boston Raider.
Symphony (A03) - When Shane gets annoyed at Ilya he has certain tells, by now the Russian has them all memorised. But this recent development has him thrown for a loop.
Hollanov being in love basically.
Luca Haas has a no good, very bad day (A03)- 3 times Luca thinks Shane doesn't like him and 1 time he knows Shane does like him.
Heat explicit version (A03) - One beautifully sunny morning in the cottage, Shane goes into heat.
If only he would stop talking long enough for Ilya to do something about it.
Heat non explicit (A03) - One beautifully sunny morning in the cottage, Shane goes into heat.
If only he would stop talking long enough for Ilya to do something about it.
Rescue Mission (A03) - Luca gets kidnapped by some Montreal fans to give their team a chance at winning since Shane left. When his hockey parents and extended family find out, they are not happy.
Luca Haas has a no good, very bad day - Chapter 1 - RandomPerson351 - Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Madhouse - RandomPerson351 - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
https://archiveofourown.org/series/2767402
Summary: A crazy chimera and a werewolf with a self-esteem problem. What could possibly go wrong when their worlds collide and Theo develops an obsession the wrong side of normal?
Only available on A03.
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Summary: It happened in the second period of the game, Centaurs vs Voyagers. Barrett took him by surprise and ended up flipping him over his shoulder until he landed on his head. He wasn't moving and Ilya had a sickening sense of deja vu, only this time it wasn't his Shane lying motionless on the ice.
Summary: Being the only Wheeler child that isn't doing anything, your mother (Mrs Wheeler) asks you to come and get her from the pool. You end up leaving with something much better.
Inspo: Stranger things s3 ep1
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"Don't forget to bring my purse, I need some money to buy food for when we get home."
"I know mom, I'll be there in like 20 minutes. Bye." You put the telephone back on the receiver and breathed out a sigh, grabbing your mom's purse and car keys to go and collect her from the swimming pool. Mike was out with his group of friends probably doing something he shouldn't be and Nancy was at work with Jonathan which meant you had to be on pick up duty.
After a short car journey with the air con turned all the way to cold you pulled into the car park and took a deep breath before entering the gates to the pool and fighting your way through the crowds of people, eventually managing to make your way to your mom and her friends just packing up for the day.
"Oh hi honey, I'm almost ready could you just grab my towel and shoes from over there? I'll be out of the changing rooms in a few minutes." She asked before you could even say hello.
"Sure." You replied, wandering to the other side of the pool and getting her shoes.
Where the fuck is her towel? You turned to your left, then back to your right, then round to your left again just to make sure you weren't being totally oblivious when a smooth voice interrupted your inner musing.
"Looking for something?" The same unmistakable voice of reigning Hawkins High King Billy Hargrove who had the missing towel in his hand as he walked over.
"Actually yes, thank you." You said as you took the towel from his hand, averting your eyes from his in the hopes that the conversation would end there.
"I thought you didn't swim?"
"I can, I just choose not to." You told him, taking a step forward to try and leave as soon as you could but Billy didn't budge, just bent down slightly to be at eye level with you instead.
"How come?"
"You work here Hargrove, can you not see how goddamn busy this place gets? There's kids everywhere, people have got beach balls they're throwing around and there is no room left to just swim. I have a higher chance of drowning in that pool than I do swimming."
Billy snorted a little before composing himself, an easy grin stretching along his lips. "Come on Wheeler, you seriously think I'd let you drown? Wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off you."
"Really?" You questioned him sarcastically only for the blonde to nod his head in all seriousness.
"Wouldn't be anywhere safer." His eyes flicked down to your lips when you pulled the bottom one between your teeth.
"Well I'm not that good a swimmer so I don't think so Billy. Thanks for the towel." You tried to move around him but again he didn't budge, just lifted a piece of chewing gum to his lips.
"You know, I could teach you if you like?"
The breath went out of you all at once. "What?"
"Well, you see, I know all the styles," he began, lowering his voice as he listed each one off, "freestyle, butterfly, breaststroke."
"Billy, I know where you're going with this and I can't, I'm not allowed-"
"Not allowed to what, have fun?" He asked with a small shake of his head and an innocent look on his face.
"Not to mention," you continued like you didn't hear him, "I don't need any swimming lessons, thanks though."
"Oh you see, I think you do, I just don't think you've had the right teacher. Come to think of it there is a good pool out at Motel 6 on Cornwallis. Very quiet, you know very private. Shall we say tonight, eight o'clock?" Billy lowered his head and spoke quietly so that no one could hear him.
"Billy-"
"Babe come on, let's go!" Your mother called from outside the changing rooms, but neither you nor Billy looked away from each other.
"You'd better make this worth it Hargrove, if I get caught I'm smoked."
Your mother called your name again and Billy finally let you pass, watching as you handed over her towel and shoes. He continued watching as you turned around just before you reached the exit and gave him a thumbs up so he knew to expect you later.
"Have a nice day Miss and Mrs Wheeler!" Billy called just before you could escape, his amusement evident when you jumped and shot a meaningful look at your mother who now saw who you'd been looking at.
"Thank you." She replied in a horribly suggestive way.
"Okay come on mom, let's go."
As subtly as you could you ushered her out of the pool and back towards the car, slinking down into the seat in relief of the cool air.
"What was that about?" Karen asked as soon as she was in the car.
"What was what about?" You tried to feign ignorance.
"You and Billy Hargrove? The new lifeguard. Seemed like you knew each other?" She explained.
"Oh, me and Billy, right, yeah we went to the same school." You told her, starting up the car.
"What?"
"Same English class, we were just talking about what we were doing now that school's finished. Just catching up." You said softly with an innocent smile.
"Oh, right. Any plans? You were talking for a while?"
"Nothing concrete, he said he might call later."
"Well that's nice hon."
"Mmmhmm." You hummed and nodded as you drove to the store, your mom none the wiser that you were going to get to know Billy a lot more up close and personal later that night.
Summary: Hawkins heat, two boys, one bedroom. And some uninvited guests.
This is sort of a second part to this fic, I would probably recommend you read it first.
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"Rob I'm not even joking I think I'm melting." You moaned in the phone while fanning yourself with a magazine in your other hand.
"Tell me about it, I couldn't even fool around with Vickie last night it was so hot, I ended up sleeping on my kitchen floor."
"Jesus Christ."
"I know! Nearly gave my mom a heart attack when she was up for work this morning."
"Is your air con at least working?" At this point even the thought of cool air was making you salivate, instead you were stuck in a pool of your own sweat hoping the movement of hot air would do more than your open window where no breeze was coming in.
"Pfft, barely. Dad's hogging it at the moment and Vickie's been in the shower for the last 20 minutes to make use of the cold water."
"Don't blame her." You muttered, golden rays of the sun that you would usually bask in slashing into your room like lasers. Robin continued on a tangent about free will in her own house when you heard a knocking on your front door.
"I mean it's not only ridiculous it's now becoming abuse! My own mother wouldn't even bring me to work in her cold office with her, my father is in the only chair in the whole house that sits directly in the flow of the air conditioner and my girlfriend won't share my own shower with me because 'it's too hot Robin just wait until I'm done', I mean what is the world coming to! I bet Steve's just living it up in his fancy mansion-oh, maybe I'll go to Steve's?"
"Sounds like a plan Robbie, someone's at the door I gotta go." You levered yourself up from your bed and stretched your neck, making your way to the door as a second knock came.
"Me too, I'm going to Stevie's to melt in his pool instead."
"Alright, call you later."
"Bye chicky."
At the sound of a third knock you called out, "Coming! Jeez don't you know it's four hundred fucking degrees in this house can't give me two seconds to finish my damn call and get to the door-oh!"
Stood in front of you was a shirtless, tanned Billy Hargrove with his equally shirtless fairer counterpart Eddie Munson, both of which tilted their heads at you when you cut yourself off and stared at them with a completely bewildered expression.
"Hey you." Eddie greeted, smiling at you like you were an oasis in a dessert.
"Hi guys, uh what are you doing here?"
"Well Tommy just called and said his block had a power cut and they had no air con, so we figured-"
"I figured-" Eddie interrupted his blond companion.
"We figured," Hargrove shot a pointed look at Eddie, "since you live close to Tommy H you might be affected as well and we wanted to check you were doing alright. I mean you look great but when you opened that door it did feel like a sauna babe."
"Aren't you meant to be at Tommy's if he called you?" You asked confused. Why are they here if Tommy asked to hang at Billy's where he had functioning air con?
"Hell no. That asshole can fend for himself."
Eddie slung one arm around Billy's shoulder and looked at him with a shit-eating grin. "What Billy means is he already had company," Eddie pointed at himself, "and was trying to think of a way to casually invite you over and Hagan dropped the answer straight into his lap."
When you looked back over to Billy to check if Eddie was exaggerating (as he was known to do) or if he was actually recounting the story accurately (for once) he just offered you an unapologetic shrug and nodded his head in the direction of the Camaro that was parked at the edge of your driveway. Eddie's arm remained around the blond's shoulder, thumb casually ghosting back and forth over his collarbone.
"I just need to shower and get some stuff first." You jerked a thumb behind you to the cavern of your house, about to retreat and panic shove your clothes in your wardrobe in case they followed you in when Eddie grabbed for your wrist with his unoccupied hand. He stepped forward into your house as you were pulled back into him and sealed your mouth with his; walking you backwards until your back hit into a wall and all you could focus on was his tongue, oddly cool, playing with yours as he kissed you unrelentingly.
It was only the slam of your front door that broke your focus, separating from Eddie to find Billy stalking over to the both of you, eyes locked on the tongue that was laving up your neck despite the trickles of sweat that had built there.
"I told you before Munson, don't hog."
"But she just tastes so good." The other man borderline whined in your ear before tasting that as well.
"Move over." Billy hip checked him out of the way and took his own kiss from you. "Don't worry about that shower princess, you won't need it when we're through here. Ed's will've licked you clean."
"As if you weren't thinking about it!"
"I don't have to think about it when I can do it." Billy stared through Eddie and proved his point by licking up your neck in the exact same spot the dark haired man had just claimed as his own, groaning at the taste of his two people mixing together.
"Shit." Eddie swore, a lovely red hue rising on his cheeks as he watched Billy smirk at him before turning back to focus his attention on your lips.
"As much as I'm enjoying the show, I think we'd better move this some place cooler or I fear we're all going to come down with heatstroke."
"I'll come down something." Billy muttered but moved away all the same, hooking his fingers in the top of your shorts to pull you off the wall back to the door. In a complete switch from the debauched things he'd just done Billy held the door open for you to walk through first and then gestured for Eddie to go as well, giving his ass a less than gentle swat on his way past.
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Munson excitedly pulled you out of the car and pushed the door shut with his foot, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading the way towards the entrance to the Hargrove household which was now under Billy's name as the hush money had set him up nicely for the foreseeable future. Since Neil had been arrested and jailed shortly after the events of Starcourt, he and Susan had gotten divorced and she had decided to move back to California.
Max had the choice of who she stayed with since Billy was now 18 and could've been made her legal guardian but he wasn't sure she was quite ready for that given their past, which still struck him with an enormous sense of guilt over the way he had treated her and her friends (come to think of it he still needed to apologise to Harrington over the whole plate thing, maybe he could do that when he saw him on Friday, they were planning a hangout at the quarry while Eddie had band practice).
Luckily Max had decided to go back to Cali for the next few weeks while school was out to check on her mom so Billy had a free house and he was going to make the most of it.
"Just you wait Kitten, Billy's place is like a glacier. You'll be cooled off in no time." Eddie promised, slipping one of his fingers into the waistband of your shorts in an imitation of what Billy did to you earlier.
"I sure hope so."
"Don't worry sweets, if that doesn't work we'll just have to start loosing clothes." The blond cut in, taking your hand to lead you through the door leaving Eddie to close and lock it. "Hopefully starting with your panties."
"Mine!" Eddie called as soon as Billy finished whispering his promise.
"Oh my God that's unreal." You sighed in relief, closing your eyes to fully bask in the sweet cool air of the Hargrove household. You were feeling so much better already that their little argument over who got to keep your underwear went straight over your head as you wandered about the place.
"Bedroom's round the back babe. When you're done looking." Billy teased, bright blue eyes focused solely on you with a glint that reassured you he wasn't annoyed at your searching, more endeared than anything.
"Sorry." You admitted sheepishly.
"None of that Batsy." Eddie chastised you, marching off to secure his place on Billy's bed.
"Batsy?"
"What he calls the followers of Corroded Coffin. The Bats. Either that or The Corpses." Billy explained for you, following behind as you made your way to the back of the house where Eddie had jut disappeared to. "Personally I preferred The Freaks but apparently that's for Munson and Munson alone."
"You're damn right it is!" Eddie agreed. "Just us baby, we're the freaks. With a delicious new addition to the previous duo making us a terrifying trio."
"How do you come up with this stuff?" You asked, genuinely baffled at what he could come up with on the spot.
"What can I say my dear I am a Master at work, a wordsmith of the ages, a-"
"Pain in my ass and a goddamn liar. He practices his lines at DnD and then writes down the ones he likes."
Eddie gasped in betrayal at what Billy was implying. "I do not! I come up with them as the moment takes me-"
"I saw your notebook Munson, I know you have them written down and memorized to try and impress pretty girls."
"There's no try about it Blondie, I succeed." Eddie winked at you, wiggling himself into his usual position propped up against Billy's headboard.
"Want to take your seat princess?" He gestured to the space between his spread legs, but as soon as you'd shimmied your way between Eddie's legs the doorbell rang.
"Ughh." Eddie groaned. "Expecting more visitors Blondie?"
The furrow between Billy's brows deepened. "No."
All three of you sat up a little straighter as the knocking persisted, Billy storming off towards the front door before you could even get off the bed.
"Well if it isn't the king himself, where was my invite Hargrove? Got lost in the mail?" You and Eddie froze on the edge of Billy's bed as Tommy's voice echoed through the house, neither of you were too inclined to be seen by him or Carol considering the fact that Tommy would gladly pound Eddie into the ground at any opportunity and Carol liked to have her own go at you every once in a while.
"The fuck are you doing here, I didn't invite you."
"I didn't ask." Tommy boldly shouldered Billy out of the way of his own front door, letting out a whistle as he openly nosed around the place.
"Oh my God Billy relax! We just wanted to come and hang out, share the wealth, yeah?" Carol lamented, taking herself into the kitchen to grab a Coke from the fridge and throwing one to Tommy on her rounds. "It's not like you've got anyone else that'll hang out with you."
Another reason he couldn't wait to get rid of Carol and Tommy, death could be quite illuminating when it comes to who you waste your time around, and very quickly Billy had realised he did not want to waste anymore time on these two.
"I actually do have company so get out."
"What?"
"Where are they then?" Carol sniped.
"Right here motherfuckers."
Both swivelled round to see Eddie coming down the hall shirtless, you not far behind but clearly apprehensive about making yourself known.
"You're joking," Tommy chortled, a mean grin spreading across his face, "The freaks? You're willingly hanging out with the freaks? Dude you know he'll give you a discount on the weed if you just leave him alone for a couple weeks. You don't have to actually hang out with him."
"Not to mention the town slut. What's the matter, your little lesbo friend wouldn't put out so you had to get the attention somewhere else?"
"Yeah your mother was busy so I had to go for the next best thing." You took great pleasure in the way Carol's jaw dropped and her face filled with colour as she fought for something to say.
"Both of you get the hell out." Even though Billy liked to think he's made great progress on his anger and attitude problems, at times like this he was thankful they still made an appearance.
"Dude-"
"Are you seriously that stupid Hagan? I said get out, both of you. And leave the Cokes behind, you can afford your own."
As Tommy shook his head but set his drink down, Carol had clearly gained some of her confidence back.
"We are the only normal people in Hawkins who still hang with you so I'd watch who you're talking to like that. People already think it's weird that you sit with the Satanist at lunch but to be hanging out with him outside of school? And to add the band girl? You should be thanking us-"
"You know really I should thank you Carol, thanks to you and Tommy getting caught doggy style up on the quarry a couple of weeks ago it really took the heat off me. No one cares where I sit at lunch, no one cares that I hang out with the freak after class-"
"I have a name you know?" Eddie interjected, shot down with a withering eye from Billy.
"No one cares but you. I mean, if I didn't know better, I'd say you're jealous. You want to fuck the freak."
Carol gasped at the insinuation, almost choking on her tongue when Eddie raised his eyebrows and screwed his face up. "Sorry care bear, you're not my type. I like the weirdos and band kids. The outcasts. Not to mention if you're willing to fuck Tommy you'd pretty much fuck anything."
"Fuck you freak, you're jealous that no one would ever choose to fuck you-"
"I have." You cut in, raising your hand. Eddie spun round and gave you a wink and finger guns.
"Well-"
"Finish that sentence and your teeth will end up down your throat." A stiff silence filled the artificially cooled air. "I won't tell you again."
"Come on babe, leave the freaks to it." Carol swung the front door open without waiting for Tommy who had to run to keep up with her, slamming the door a bit too hard on his way out.
"I couldn't help but notice you didn't volunteer that you wanted to fuck me?" Eddie tilted his head at Billy, a faux pout on his lips. "Is it something I said?"
"Get your ass back to the bedroom and maybe I'll change my mind."
Eddie scrambled back with a wolfish grin on his lips, leaving you dumbfounded when Billy gave you a push as well.
"Come on Batsy, now that you've cooled off we need to get you warmed up again." Billy leaned close to your ear and whispered far too sensually, "I want the panties by the way."
Summary: You’re like a housecat in that any patch of sun = naptime. Unfortunately for Frank, it usually means he’ll find you asleep near a window, he gets v stressed.
5+1 frank finds you asleep in alarming places and the one time you find him asleep.
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The one thing Frank doesn’t need in his life was more stress. He’d had his fill to last him the next 30 years, so coming home to you led right in the window, in direct view of anyone keeping eyes on him, was not something he needed to deal with.
He huffed in pretend irritation and left his shoes at the door before coming over to your cute, bundled up form and coaxing you awake; a hand resting underneath your neck to support your head while the other patted your stomach, the motion rousing you from sleep.
“Hi sleeping beauty.” He greeted you when you opened your eyes. The fond smile that immediately grew on your lips at seeing him in front of you made his chest ache with a deep longing even though you were in front of him, a fierce protectiveness following in its path.
“You’re home!” You cheered, stretching upwards to raise your arms in celebration.
“Said I would be. You just couldn’t wait, huh?”
“It was just a quick nap.” You insisted, puckering your lips to ask for a kiss that he was embarrassingly quick to grant you three of.
"Darlin’ I told you, you can nap all you want just stay away from the windows.”
“But Frankie its cold!” You whined, eyes closed, burying your face in his chest where he lifted you.
“Its cold?” He mocked you with no malice. “Well you got me now sweetheart, I’ll keep you warm.”
“Not as warm as my window spot.” You pouted petulantly. With your eyes screwed shut to try and savour the feeling of sleep you missed the slight uptilt of Frank’s lips as he plopped you on the sofa and dropped his body on top of you.
“We’ll see.”
“How was work?” You whispered softly, one of your hands petting through his hair as he grunted before answering, pushing his head further into your dexterous fingers.
“Same old. Lieberman’s been up my ass about going over for dinner to have a look at somethin’ or other. He won’t even tell me what it is!”
“God, what an attention whore.”
“Mmm. I shoulda called him that, maybe it would have got him out my hair for a few days.”
“Hindsight.”
Frank was at the cusp of sleep when he replied. “I’ll do it later.”
“Do it later.” With a kiss to his forehead you were asleep in no time, cuddled tight in the fading afternoon sun.
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You released a sigh of relief as you closed your front door, slumping against it. Walking home in broad sunlight after working the whole day in a stuffy office was not ideal to say the least, and you felt deserving of a cool shower and a snack before Frank got home later.
After scrubbing the remaining feelings of your work day from your skin, you checked your phone to see a message from Frank.
From 💀💖:
Hi darlin’, be home at 6:30, I’ll bring dinner. F x
You smiled a little like a teenage girl at the message before typing a quick ‘okay, drive safe x’ to let him know you were safe. He had the tendency to get in his head about your safety when his work was slow, whether you made it to work for that meeting with Sasha or grabbed the disgusting sludge your department called ‘coffee’ before settling in for the day.
On bad days when his mind wouldn’t quiet he would drive over and convince you to take your lunch break with him in his truck (not that it took much convincing of course, you’d gladly have Frank and a Subway sandwich he picked up on his way over than the boiled vegetables and benign talk served at the building’s cafeteria). On those afternoons he’d lightly scratch your legs that were thrown over his lap and stare unashamedly while you told him about the latest drama between Karl and Damian; the on again off again couple in your area that would go between not being caught dead together and getting a warning from HR about having a vigorous make out session in the bathroom during a conference call.
Frank was always thankful for you on those days. You didn’t complain or turn him away when he couldn’t keep a hand off you for his own wellbeing or get annoyed when he would interrupt your ramblings with a kiss that would eventually turn into two as you kissed back which became three and then four and then dozens of pecks pressed to your lips and consequently your neck when you couldn’t stand the burn in your lungs for air any longer. You were never embarrassed to walk through your building with his lumbering figure beside you as he insisted on walking you back to your desk when your lunch break came to an end, leaning down to steal your lips twice more before telling himself to get a grip and get back to work (not that it was a big deal if he was late, after working at the construction site for years and gaining the trust of the company they promoted him to regional manager and gave him a team of guys to look after. They also switched him to working days at his request, he needed as much time with you as he could have). Before he could disappear into a pit of self-loathing, your soft hands would cup his head to keep him eye level with you as you whispered to call if he needed, he had your work and mobile number right? Good, well just take it easy Frankie okay? No need to make a hard day harder.
Fuck, he loved you. He loved you so much he took a page out of Karl’s book and tried to convey that love through his tongue, massaging back and forth against yours before he could stop himself. He only came back to earth at your surprised squeal that he inhaled and realised that half your office was watching in a mix of surprise at the normally reserved, shy companion of yours trying to play a good old game of tonsil hockey and want for him to do the same thing to them. At that point he released you and pressed your foreheads together as you tried to control your breathing, trying not to make it obvious how close you had been to ripping your clothes off and have Frank take you on your goddamn desk if he really wanted.
“I gotta get goin’ darlin’. Sorry about all the uh-attention.” Frank cleared his throat as he looked around at everyone pretending to look like they weren’t just gawking at him sticking his tongue down your throat.
“It’s okay, it’ll give people something to talk about.” You said with a smirk hidden on your face. “Drive safe.”
“I will.”
With a final kiss to your knuckles did Frank take his leave, raising a two fingered wave at Karl and Damian, the only two still openly gawping at him with their jaws on the floor. You hid a smile all afternoon, your face a beet red all the way up until you locked yourself in the sanctuary of your apartment. It had a small balcony near the front window that led to the fire escape stairs, it was one of the small comforts to you now as you sat outside in some light pyjamas and watched the world go by, munching on some leftover cookies you’d made a few days ago. It was so peaceful out here, the wind just enough to keep you cool but not create a chill in your t-shirt and pyjama pants while the sun kept everything toasty warm.
Frank wasn’t due home for another half an hour or so, a quick 20 minute nap wouldn’t hurt, it would give you just enough time to reset and bundle up on the sofa ready for Frank to return with dinner. Just 20 minutes.
It would’ve been if you had set the alarm on your phone.
Frank came through the front door at 6:30 sharp, his military background ever present in his daily life, and he called to you that he was home. Locking and bolting the front door quickly and expecting to turn around to you ready to spring on him, waiting for him to catch you as he did every time and give you plenty of kisses before digging into the Lombardi’s he’d bought home for you two to chow down on.
But alas, you weren’t there. Actually, he couldn’t hear you at all. He could see that you were home from your bag and coat hung next to his own, but even in the bathroom you would’ve heard him and called back by now.
Frank grumbled as he tried to keep his composure. You were probably just trying to get him to lighten up a bit by playing hide and seek or something, just waiting to jump out at him as he walked past. That’s what he hoped anyway.
After scouting the apartment (which didn’t take long given the size of it) Frank left the pizza on the living room table, grabbed his phone and called your number. He couldn’t take the not knowing, the dead silence of you not pattering around as usual, the soft skin of your back caressing his hands as he held you close to him. He couldn’t stand it.
On the third ring of his call he heard a vibrating against the sliding door to the fire escape, a silent dash over to the window led him to your slumped form against the glass, head lolled on your shoulder.
No. Not again. Please.
Frank ripped the door open and caught your body before it could fall, gently leaning you down to lie flat on the floor inside. At the movement you let out a sleepy protest, Frank’s hands stilling where they were frantically checking you for wounds.
“C’mon darlin’, open those pretty eyes for me. Gotta open your eyes now, ‘kay? Frankie’s home baby, I’m home.” He cupped your head as if you were the most delicately made China, afraid to even lay a hand on your priceless skin in fear of leaving a mark. With his gentle encouraging you finally came round, reaching up to rub your eyes awake and take a gentle hold of Frank’s wrist.
“What’s a’matter Frankie? What’s going on?” You drearily lifted your head to look around but Frank tackled you back to the floor as he focused all his willpower on not crying, head hidden between your neck and shoulder breathing hard to ingrain your scent in his memory, in his body and soul.
“You scared the shit outta me sweet girl.” Frank panted.
“I was just taking a nap Frank.” You said gently, arms wrapping around him as best you could to smooth your palm over his spine, doing what you could to soothe his adrenaline. “I’m right here, I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
“You looked like you were dead.” He ground out eventually, still clinging to you with all his strength.
“Oh Frank, I’m so sorry honey. I should’ve told you I was going outside-”
“None of that. Just let me hold you.”
Frank pulled you up to sit straddling his lap, your heads tucked together and hands roaming the other’s body.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Don’t let go.” The gravel in his voice increased as his adrenaline wore off, his arms tight around you to stop them from shaking. Don’t ever let go.
“I’m right here.”
After a few minutes Frank felt more in control, able to loosen his grip on you without the suffocating fear that he’d loose you as soon as he did. That didn’t mean he was letting you go though, you would be staying in his arms for the rest of the night.
With practiced agility he moved one arm beneath your bum and wrapped the other completely around your waist to lift you from the ground and still keep you in his embrace. He dropped down to the sofa with you in his lap and fed you the pizza until it was gone, alternating bites between the two of you.
The beer you’d prepared for him earlier was warm but he drank it anyway, eyes locked on the soft expression on your face.
“Feeling better?” You questioned lightly, head tilted to look down at him.
“Mmm.” He grunted affirmingly, one arm still wrapped tightly around you. “Need you- need to be inside you. Just..please?”
After nodding your consent he set the beer down and tugged on your pyjama pants, exposing your sensitive area to the cool air.
“Can I touch you here?” He cupped your pussy in his hand, eyes flicking between your teeth buried into your lower lip and eyes focused on his own mouth. “That alright if I get you off with my fingers, then you keep me warm for the rest of the night?”
Using his fingers he gently petted over your folds, fingertips stopping to swirl along your clit every few swipes.
“Frank.” You pleaded weakly, rocking your hips further into his palm. “Please?”
“That’s my good girl.”
He shushed you softly when you let out a whine and inserted a finger in your tight hole, using his palm to continue rubbing your clit as you ground down on his hand, little whimpers leaving you when he curled his finger just right on the spongy patch inside you.
“How you feelin’ honey? You doin’ okay?” On an average day you would be lucky to get a full conversation out of Frank if he wasn’t feeling it but let this man touch you and he couldn’t seem to stop the words from flowing. “I think we’re gettin’ close baby, don’t you?”
“Yes-ooh!” You had every intention of answering when Frank decided to add two more fingers and scissor them open inside you, the slick from your pussy lubricating his hand that he used to push into your clit, unrelenting in his pursuit to have you cum before sitting prettily on his cock for the rest of the night.
“Frank I think-” A gasp cut you off when he rubbed along your g-spot to feel you clench around him.
“Hmm?”
“I, I think I’m gonna cum.” You panted, gripping to his neck for dear life.
“Oh yeah?” He leant forward and linked his mouth with yours, biting teasingly on your lower lip. “You’d better get on and do it then.”
With a well timed thrust of his fingers and brush on your clit, you came with a drawn out moan and pressed as tightly to Frank as you could, trapping his hand between your bodies as he milked your orgasm for all he could.
As you came down it was difficult not to notice the outline pressing up against you from Frank’s dick, straining to be released. Just as you reached down to return the favour he caught your hand and shook his head.
“Not tonight sweetheart, I just need to feel you. You gonna keep me nice and warm?”
“Yes Frank.”
“Attagirl.”
With encouraging pats to your back, Frank held you off him just enough so that he could pull his dick free and slide it into you, the wetness from your previous orgasm making the slide easy as he filled you up as promised, pulling you close and giving your neck little pecks as you could now both relax. He pulled a blanket from the back of the couch to wrap around your naked lower half, letting go of a sigh of relief and resting his eyes shut.
“Just relax now darlin’, take a little nap if you want. We ain’t goin’ nowhere for a while.”
3.
Frank had woken early that morning, the consistent buzzing from his phone alerting him to an emergency at the house he was working on. A few of his guys had already managed to get there even though it was their weekend, and Frank decided he couldn’t really not show up just because he wanted to stay wrapped in your warmth all morning.
So he hauled himself out of bed and threw some of his clothes on, hoping that the head start his guys had on him would mean he wouldn’t be gone for too long.
Luckily it was nothing major, a few pipes hadn’t connected properly and some rain overnight had caused some issues, but a couple of hours later he was done and opening the door to your apartment. It was oddly quiet when he walked in, not hearing any of your normal little noises or seeing a trail leading to where you may be.
Frank walked into the kitchen to grab some water when he found a note taped to the fridge.
Hi my big scary bob the builder,
Went up to the roof to enjoy the nice weather. If you see this then I’m still there, come join me. Bring snacks please!
Love from your favourite pookie x
Frank chuckled at your note and changed into some clean clothes before taking your requested snacks with him and heading up to the roof. You were right about the nice weather, the sun was uninhibited today and a cool wind kept the air a tolerable temperature.
He knew exactly where you would be; tucked in behind some plants in the hammock Frank had set up for you, head in the shade and legs soaking up the sun. And that’s precisely where you were, head drooped with your eyes battling the draw of a mid morning snooze.
Not without Frank you wouldn’t be.
He made his tread heavier and crunched the gravel beneath his boots, he could see your head lift up and eyes crinkle in a smile when you saw he’d finally made it home. Waking up without him next to you had been disappointing at first, but upon seeing his note that he would only be gone for a few hours you had brightened up considerably.
“Hi darlin’.”
“Hey Frankie.” He leaned into your shade to give you your missed good morning kiss and your deserved hello kiss as well. Maybe one more for the afternoon and another as a thankyou for bringing up the food.
“Scooch over for me sweet.” Frank flicked his head up to the extra material on your side and bent down to take his shoes off before climbing in next to you, arms open to welcome you in when you nestled back into his chest, one leg thrown between his own.
“David message you yet?”
Frank snorted, lips turning up at one end. “You know he can’t leave me alone. I’ve learnt how to put him on mute now.”
The snort of your own made him squeeze you as tight as his chest felt, the warmth in him spreading to the tips of his fingers and the ends of his toes.
“You’re so harsh.” You couldn’t keep the smile from your face.
“I thought this was established by now. You are the only one allowed to see my cute and cuddly side.”
“Damn right, your teddy bear ass is all mine lover boy.”
“So what’s he want?”
“He wanted to know if I was interested in popping over for dinner one evening and that if I happened to bring a guest with me by the name of Frank Castle, well there’s always room for one more.” You finished, looking up at Frank from your place on his chest.
“Don’t gimme that.”
“What?” You asked innocently, widening your eyes a little.
“Your little doe-eyed, kicked puppy look. I said no, if he can’t leave it alone that’s on him, not me.”
“But Frank, it’s only one night and he obviously wants to show you something important-”
“No.”
While you relented and rested your head back on his chest seemingly accepting his answer, Frank was in turmoil. He didn’t want to think he’d upset you or even David but why spend a whole evening with a guy who nearly got him killed on multiple occasions when he could spend it rolling around his sheets with you. Alone.
“Look uh, if it means that much to ya, I guess I could spare a few hours from my evening one night this week. With a certain condition.”
“Name your price Castle.”
“You are comin’ with me to endure everything the Lieberman’s are gonna throw at us. Wherever you go, I go.”
With a chuckle you agreed. “Alright Frankie, I accept.”
“Good, you don’t need to tell him he’s probably got the whole place tapped anyway. See ya at 6 Micro.”
“Mmhmm.”
Frank turned onto his side to face you, wrapping a dexterous arm around your back to keep you flushed together with your legs intertwined.
“Why you all the way over there?”
“Frank I was literally on top of you.”
“Get over here.”
With a tug you were nestled beneath his chin, held tightly in arms you couldn’t feel more safe in as the early afternoon sun shared its warmth with the both of you. When the lure of Frank’s fingers massaging little patches of skin on your back became too much to withstand you decided to close your eyes for a little, just a quick rest.
Frank could feel when you’d drifted off, your full weight pressing against him comfortingly. He kept you close as he leant down to pick up the abandoned biscuits on the floor, munching on them as you wiled the afternoon away in a cool breeze and warm embrace.
4.
“I guess it was worth all the badgering in the end, huh Frank?” David couldn’t help but gloat, eyes switching between you resting the little pitbull puppy in your lap as you slept and Frank watching you like a hawk with a dopey smile on his face.
“If you’re waiting for me to admit I’d rather be here than in bed naked with my girl you’d be mistaken.”
“Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t melt like snow in sun seeing them cuddled up together.” David jerked his head in your direction.
At that Frank couldn’t hide his smile even as he ducked his head to his chest, unable to lie to his unfortunate friend’s face.
“Speaking of which you might want to get the dog, she’s gonna drop him in a minute.”
Looking back at you leant against the wall with your eyes closed, Frank could see his new puppy slowly sliding off your lap as he dozed as well; tired from all the attention of the family. He stood up and settled the beer bottle he was holding onto the table, silencing his footsteps the closer he got and inch by inch retrieving the dog from your loose grasp.
At being unwrapped from your trusty hold, puppy Castle started wriggling in Frank’s arms in a panic of trying to find you, little whines and yips coming out of the poor pups mouth.
“Easy pup, shh shh. It’s okay, you’re alright little one.” Frank held his puppy securely in his arms as he whispered comforting words into the grey fur tickling his lip.
Now settled back in his chair, he held his puppy to his chest and stroked along the pitbull’s side feeling it quiver beneath his hand. Momentarily forgetting David was sat next to him, Frank started pressing kisses into his little one’s head, eventually ceasing the shaking from his tiny body.
“That’s a good boy, I’ve got ya, Frankie’s got ya now.”
“You put me in a headlock when I called you Frankie.” David pointed out, ruining the moment.
“That’s cause I don’t like you.” Frank’s eyes stayed glued to the dog that was just starting to drift off in his arms.
“Liar, you love me cause without me you wouldn’t have your girl or your dog.” Earlier while the new puppy was playing with the Lieberman kids, David was telling Frank about how he found the puppy abandoned on the side of the road with no collar or chip so they couldn’t find an owner. David would happily have the puppy, but with their own cat to look after things were getting pricey and they couldn’t afford it.
Thus the puppy was being gifted to the Castle’s.
“You’re not completely intolerable. Lets leave it at that.” Frank left David to his outraged stuttering as he stood to wake you up, having his fill of social interaction to last him for weeks.
“Well I don’t think that could’ve gone better.” You said as you and Frank walked to his truck, puppy still cradled sound asleep in Frank’s arms.
“Mmm, could’ve done without Micro’s karaoke stint.”
You laughed loudly as Frank opened the door for you and placed puppy Castle onto your lap, giving a few gravelly chuckles himself.
“We still need to name him.” Frankie nodded at the nameless dog, eyes flitting away from the road for a moment. “Doesn’t feel right just calling him puppy Castle.”
“I don’t know, got a nice ring to it.”
The look directed at you shouted that Frank did not agree.
“Alright so what do you want to call him?” You asked, stroking the fur down the little one’s back.
“I don’t know. Lox.”
“No.”
“Well what about you?”
You hummed in thought for a while before answering. “Marble.”
“Are you kidding me darlin’?”
“Why not? He’s got a splotchy grey and white coat, he likes to roll around!”
“Splotch.”
“No. Fang.”
“Nah. Spike.”
Frank looked over to you after you went silent at his suggestion to find you looking at the dog with a curious expression on your face before it changed to one of certainty.
“Spike.” You agreed. “We could take him to see your kids, I’m sure they’d have loved him.” You suggested gently, trying to see what Frank was thinking based off of the crease in his forehead.
He turned quickly to give you a brief smile, eyes glistening in the moonlight. His hand reached for yours as to not disturb his dog before squeezing tightly.
“I think you might be right about that sweetheart. I think you might be right.”
5.
The addition of Spike Castle to the family was definitely one that took some adjusting to. What was a normally quiet apartment became full of playtime, puppy training and walks through the park. For all the work there was so much reward; Frank always looked and felt visibly lighter when he had the two of you curled up on his chest like you had no worry in the world.
There were times however when he wasn’t there for you to curl up on, if he had some personal business to attend to or Madani needed him to gather some information for her, so your regularly scheduled afternoon nap after taking Spike to the park was usually missed until Frank got home, though some days you couldn’t resist.
“You gotta be kiddin’ me.” Frank hung his head at you curled up with Castle Junior on the living room floor. “Couldn’t wait two goddamn minutes, couldn’t even make it to the damn couch.” He muttered to himself as he went about taking his boots off and moving his puppy onto his own bed with a kiss to his head before picking you up to lay you on the sofa.
“Hey, hey baby time to wake up.” Frank rubbed a hand along the length of your spine to rouse you from the clutches of sleep that were so desperate to keep hold of you. “C’mon sweetheart I know you’ve had a long day at work and with the dog but I’m home now and I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours.”
The little high pitched sound that involuntarily crawled out of your throat as you stretched to wake up melted Frank’s faux annoyed exterior, eyes softening as he continued to rub your back, encouraging you to wake up a little more.
“Where’s the dog?” Were the first words out of your mouth after you flopped back down onto the sofa.
Frank huffed a laugh, at least your priorities were in the right place. “In his bed. Like you should’ve been instead of on the floor.”
“Details details...” You waved him off, leaning in close to kiss him hello at last. “At least I wasn’t sleeping in the window this time.”
Frank leaned in to kiss you again, maybe once more for good measure. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day baby.”
“You love me.”
“Yes, I do.”
Frank soaked in the megawatt smile you shot his way until your attention was stolen by the newest man in your lives. Spike had apparently synced up with your REM cycle and had too woken from his nap, plodding over with all the time in the world to say hello to his two favourite humans.
“Hey big guy.” You cooed over him, leaning down next to Frank to give him some well deserved rubs and pats and kisses.
“Hey, I’m the big guy.” Frank argued indignantly, although he didn’t begrudge his dog a few rubs of his own. “He’s the little guy.”
“Whatever you say Frankie.” Your attention more focused on the small grey fluffball trying to gnaw off Frank’s fingers, not very successfully.
“Hey,” Frank used the death grip Spike had on his forefinger to pull his face up to him, speaking firmly like he could understand what Frank was saying, “you gotta protect mama alright? You bite the fingers off anyone who comes her way, you hear me?”
When the little dog released Frank’s finger and let out a little bark Frank nodded approvingly. “Learns fast.”
“Learns from the best.” You corrected him, reaching out to rub at the pup’s belly.
“Damn right sweetheart, and don’t you forget it.”
+1.
“Frank?”
“Hellooo, Frankie?” You called a second time when you got no response. Frank had the day off and spent it at home with the puppy (who was quickly growing out of his puppy phase) and had somehow convinced you to have a half day at work and come home to spend the rest of the day with him.
You dumped your things down by the door and took quick survey of the living room not noting anything out of the ordinary, the fire escape was locked and there was no note from Frank indicating that he’d gone up to the roof or taken Spike out for a walk. With your suspicions rising you traced your way through the apartment, ears straining to hear any noise but coming up blank until you reached the bedroom door which had been left ajar.
Luckily the door stayed mercifully silent as you pressed your hand against the wood to open it fully, releasing a silent gasp at the sight in front of you. Spike’s little head had perked up at the sound of you entering his room, containing himself with little noises as he seemed to know not to make too much noise to wake his bedmate. Frank led on his back next to him completely dead to the world; head turned toward your side of the bed with one arm over his stomach and the other curled protectively around your dog.
Although Spike was making a valiant effort not to wake him up the continuous thumping of his wagging tail was enough to rouse the light sleeper into consciousness, despite the fact you hurried over to give him lots of pets and move him off the bed to avoid Frank being hit in the face by his tail.
“I know I know but you can’t wake up dad, he took the day off to spend just with you and you wore him out! You’re such a good boy aren’t you Spikey!” You cooed to the excited puppy, accepting his loving licks as he got his fill of you after being separated for a whole three hours.
Frank cleared his throat gaining your attention and when you rose to full height to greet him his eyes were already on you, a soft expression filling his face as he awaited his warm welcome from you.
“Hi.” You whispered, trying to keep the semi calm atmosphere in the room as Frank woke up gently from his nap for the first time in months.
“Hey. You gonna come up here or keep giving all my kisses to the dog?” He teased.
You rolled your eyes lovingly and couldn’t stop the smile creeping its way onto your face. “Don’t lie to me Frank Castle, I caught you cuddling with ‘the dog’. You can’t fool me, you love him.”
Frank held his arms open for you as you flopped on top of him, giving him his mandatory three kisses before settling down on his chest, sighing in relief at the feel of his warm hands being a weight along your back. ”Did you have a good nap?”
“Mmm.” Frank grumbled. “Would’ve been better if I had you but yeah, s’okay.” He admitted begrudgingly.
“Good.” You breathed, already feeling relaxed.
“Spike.” Frank called your dog over, patting the space next to you on the bed. When he jumped up and ran straight over to lie on the spot Frank gave him a few indulgent head rubs before wrapping you completely in his arms, contentment filling him at having his little family close to him.
Summary: You couldn't believe it. One smile from Vickie and Robin had already disappeared off the face of the earth and now you were stuck playing Magnum P.I trying to find her. You stepped forward onto the last of the uneven stone steps and wrapped your knuckles against the door, not expecting anyone to answer.
"Oh, hi."
You whipped your head round at the sound of a voice to find Billy Hargrove smirking at you.
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You couldn't believe it. One smile from Vickie and Robin had already disappeared off the face of the earth and now you were stuck playing Magnum P.I trying to find her. You stepped forward onto the last of the uneven stone steps and wrapped your knuckles against the door, not expecting anyone to answer. A slamming door from a few trailers away caught your attention, luckily the wind had just blown the door shut.
"Oh, hi."
You whipped your head round at the sound of a voice to find Billy Hargrove smirking at you.
"Hi, I uh-I didn't realise Eddie had company."
"Well, here I am." Billy leaned his hip on the frame of the door as he took his time roaming his eyes over you. "You want me to get him for you?"
"Please." You nodded.
"Hey freak, you got company!"
"Who is it?" A detached voice shouted through from somewhere within the depths of the trailer.
"One of Buckley's girls."
"Harrington?" It questioned with obvious bewilderment.
"No! I'm sorry princess, what's your name?" Billy turned back to you.
"I'm y/n."
"Billy, I said who is it?" The voice came closer.
"Y/n!"
"Oh!" Eddie ran out from his room and nearly crashed straight into the back of the blonde. "Hey!"
"Hi Eddie, I'm actually looking for Robin I was just wondering if you'd seen her anywhere?"
Eddie shrugged and looked genuinely regretful. "Sorry toots, haven't seen her since the bullshit pep rally, she left with Vickie."
You blew out a breath and tried to keep the exhaustion off your face at the thought of walking home. "Okay no worries, thanks anyway." As you turned to go Billy called out.
"Hey, you wanna use the phone see if you can find her?"
"You can't just offer my phone services." Eddie argued indignantly.
"Edward Waylon Munson! We have a pretty little thing looking for her friend in this shithole of a trailer park and you're going to begrudge her using your phone to find her friend?" Billy asked in a falsely incredulous voice knowing it would rile Eddie up, and rile him up it did.
"Of course I'm not, I'm just saying knowing the contents of most of your phone calls I don't want to encourage the same behaviour to anyone else."
"Does she really look like the type to be making promiscuous phone calls to you?" Billy gestured in your direction.
"Looks can be deceiving, I mean look at Wheeler! Chief editor of the school newspaper and yet she has guns, plural, hidden in her underwear drawer and I know for a fact-" Luckily Billy cut him off before Eddie could really get started on his conspiracy about Nancy Wheeler.
"I didn't ask about Nancy, I asked if you thought the pretty girl in front of us looked like the type to make deviant phone calls?"
"I mean-"
"No, she doesn't." Billy answered for him when Eddie looked ready to pull another argument out of his ass. "You're a good girl, aren't you sweetheart?"
"I don't know the proper way to answer that." You answered quietly, cheeks burning under the blonde's unwavering gaze as he teased you further with a wink.
"Why don't you come in babe?" Eddie saved you from his friend's scrutiny and offered you his hand, taking a step back to allow you space to enter.
"Oh I don't want to interrupt if you're busy-"
"Oh please! My blonde haired blue eyed friend is right, it would be remise of me to make you stay out there on your own looking for Robbie." Eddie insisted, wiggling his fingers.
With a hesitant smile and sigh of resignation you took his hand stumbled forward as you were essentially pulled into the trailer, Billy swinging the door closed behind you.
"You can go back to doing whatever you were doing, I'll just be a minute."
"Take your time sweetheart, we aren't in any rush. Phone's through there." Billy pointed towards the kitchen where the phone was attached to the wall.
"Come and grab me if you need any help." The dark haired man offered before springing back to his bedroom to continue tearing his drawers apart looking for the good weed he'd stashed there especially for the smoking session that usually took place between the two boys.
You watched as Billy walked back into the living room and lit a cigarette while waiting for whatever Eddie was looking for before wandering into the little kitchen and spying the phone on the wall, you dumped your bag down on the closest seat before picking up the phone and first dialling the video store where she worked with Steve.
"Family videos, a film for any of your needs right on your doorstep." His monotonous voice came through the receiver.
"Steve! It's y/n."
"Oh y/n hey! I missed you at the pep rally."
"Yeah I was late getting there, no biggie. I actually called to ask if Robin is with you?"
"Rob? No no she said she was going round yours to hangout after the rally. Is she not there?" Steve asked with a layer of concern audible in his voice.
"Uh no I couldn't find her after it ended." You admitted quietly, pressing the phone harder into your ear in a futile attempt to muffle the conversation from the head of curls that had angled in your direction.
"You need me to come get you? Actually where exactly are you anyway if you didn't leave with Robin?"
"I'm fine Steve don't worry, I'm sure she just forgot and went home so I'll try her there." You tried to placate him, not very successfully if the sputtering on the end of the line was anything to go by.
"Thanks anyway Stevie, bye!" You swiftly hung up the phone before he could protest and scrubbed your hands down your face, rubbing too harshly over your eyes in frustration.
You had officially been ditched so that Robin could swap spit with Vickie.
"Fuck." You swore under your breath as you started dialling the number for Robin's house instead.
"Here." You jolted and spun round at hearing Billy's voice right behind you, offering you a pre-lit cigarette as a sort of peace offering for frightening you. You hadn't even heard him get up.
"Oh, thanks." You took the cigarette and inhaled deeply, feeling the nervous edge you had unwind with the deep breath you were forced to take as the smoke filled your lungs.
"No problem." Again Billy held eye contact with you almost unnervingly until he'd backtracked out of the kitchen.
"Buckley residence." Robin's upbeat voice interrupted the moment you were stuck in with one member of the trailer.
"Robin, its me! Where the hell did you go? We were supposed to hang out after the rally."
"Oh shit y/n, my bad! I'm so sorry I forgot you know what I'm like, I was totally going to wait for you but then Vickie was like touching my arm and asking if we could go back to my place and whispering in my ear and I literally couldn't think straight so we just left and-"
"Got it!" Eddie shouted from his bedroom, waving the bag of weed victoriously over his head as he sprinted back through to the living room to a muttered ''bout damn time' from his counterpart.
"Who was that? Where are you right now?" Your friend asked after hearing Eddie's obnoxious bellow down the trailer.
"Does it matter, Robin? I'm clearly not coming over to yours anymore." You started to get annoyed that Robin just left you at the school and hadn't even remembered until you'd phoned her.
"Well are you going to be safe? I can ask Vickie to come and get you and we can drive you home?"
You stayed silent and pressed your fingertips into the corners of your eyes to stop the tears from falling, no matter how much your throat burned or your nose ran.
"I'll be fine Robin, have a nice day with Vickie." You said after hearing her in the background asking what was taking so long.
"Y/n-"
"She'll be fine Buckley." A heavily ringed hand had taken the phone and hung up for you, a hand belonging to Eddie Munson.
"Go keep Billy company babe, I just need to grab something." It seemed the weed they'd started smoking was already taking effect if Eddie's sudden lazy drawl was anything to go by, or the soft pat to your behind as he ushered you into the lounge where the other boy was. You quietly shouldered your bag along the way, not planning on sticking around for much longer since you would now be walking home.
"You need better friends pretty girl." Billy stated as you walked precariously into the room, eyes flitting over the various mugs that lined the shelves of the Munson's living room. His head lolled on his shoulder so he could see you; a lit blunt in one hand and reaching out with his other to nab the barely smoked cigarette he gave you, taking his own inhale and holding it for a few seconds before breathing out.
"I um- I actually need to get going." You said, gesturing to the front door with every intention of leaving when Eddie reappeared, taking your bag off your shoulder and placing it down on the floor beside him as he retook his position on the couch.
"I'm going to need that-"
"No you won't babe, sit down! Take a load off. You've had a stressful morning." Eddie patted the space between him and his blonde counterpart on the sofa. "Promise we don't bite."
Yet Billy was looking at you like he was starving and you were his next meal.
"Sit down." He repeated Eddie's offer with much less choice in the matter.
You licked your bottom lip into your mouth as you made your way between them, slowly lowering yourself down and scooting back to sit against the back of the sofa, both men watching you with an eerie stillness until Eddie (known for not being able to sit still) snatched the smoking blunt from Billy's fingers and took his own drag, shivering with the renewed rush through his system.
"You ever shotgunned before beautiful?" Eddie asked through a cloud of smoke.
"Uh, no." You admitted, turning your head to face Billy when he wrapped a piece of your hair around his finger and pulled.
"You ever tried weed before?"
Again you shook your head and your breath hitched when Eddie's own fingers started wandering along your thigh, his nails scratching along the seam of your trousers.
"Wanna try?" He offered. "Me and Billy can show you how it's done if you want?"
You hadn't realised how long it was taking you to answer or how close Eddie was to you until he curled his tongue out, licking along your cheek at the corner of your lips. You recoiled in surprise as you watched Eddie take his time tasting the hint of your vanilla lipbalm which unfortunately landed you virtually on top of Billy who now bunched your hair in his fist and gently pulled back, exposing the skin of your unblemished throat to both men.
"I'm not sure about this." You whispered meekly, the sensation of Billy running his nose along your neck was starting to visibly affect you, his open lips dragging along the skin making goosebumps rise underneath them.
"Not sure about what y/n? The fact that your own best friend ditched you for some ass?"
"Or believing it's a bad thing how much you're going to enjoy this?" Billy finished Eddie's sentence, his own tongue coming out to curl against your skin to have its taste.
"I-I'm not sure." Your mind officially left any thoughts behind when Billy pulled your head back down to look at them, the hunger in their eyes enough to make a nun blush.
"Just let us take care of you yeah? Nothin' to worry about." Eddie comforted you, leaning forward to finally press his lips to yours just enough to tease and then pull back. "That okay?"
"Mmhmm." You almost whimpered. Billy tsked, tightening his hand in your hair.
"Words Honey."
"Yes." You did whimper this time when Eddie gave his counterpart a playful shove.
"Don't tease William."
Billy merely side-eyed his companion before using his grip to guide your face to him only, stamping his own kiss onto your lips once, twice, three times before Munson shoved him aside to rest his lips against Billy's; gently blowing smoke into his mouth from the drag he'd taken when the two of you were occupied.
The blonde eagerly inhaled prior to turning back to meet your wide-eyed expression, breathing the smoke stored in his lungs into your own mouth and letting you exhale before sealing your lips back together, the sight of his tongue coming out to tease your own muscle making Eddie clear his throat.
"Give me the blunt, you kiss the girl." Billy rasped, untangling his hand from your hair and practically snatching the smoke from Eddie's guitar roughened fingertips.
It was almost comical how quickly Eddie jumped at the opportunity, wrapping his ring riddled fingers around your throat and using his thumb to keep your mouth open for his tongue to slide in, melting into your mouth like it belonged there in the first place. Billy could feel himself hardening in the denim of his jeans at the sight of you two together, connected by a string of Billy's spit that had been left behind.
You all jumped apart at the sound of a knock at Eddie's door. Sharing glances it was clear you weren't expecting any other visitors and at the second round of knocking Billy hauled himself off the sofa, stopping to bestow a kiss to both you and Eddie, storming off to the front door and fling it open to find the traitor herself.
"Well well well, Buckley and the beast."
"Excuse me?"
"What do you want?" Billy was keen to end this conversation as quickly as possible when the sounds of you Eddie doing more than making out starting reaching his ears.
"Is y/n here? She phoned earlier and I think I heard Munson in the background."
"After you ditched her?"
"Unintentionally." Robin stressed.
"Thereby unintentionally dropping her straight into our laps. I assure you she will be well taken care of."
"Eddie!" Your moan floated through from the lounge.
"Is that-"
"She'll see you later."
Billy kicked the door closed in Robin's face and stripped his shirt off, walking through to see Eddie massacring your neck with his hand stuffed down your trousers.
"Move over Munson, you've had her to yourself long enough."
"Ever heard of sharing Hargrove?" Eddie detached his lips long enough to say.
Billy didn't dignify that with a response, just leaned over you and claimed your mouth as his instead, sharing never having been one of his strong suits.
Summary: Billy won't let Max sleep, Steve is stressed and Eddie needs dating advice.
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Really the trailer was too small for all of them yet they refused to move anyway. Steve sat ramrod straight in the armchair with Billy on the sofa to his right who had Max's head in his lap with her body led out on the couch next to him; Munson refused to join the trio in the living room and was instead clanging around in the kitchen looking for God knows what.
"Hey freak, would you stop with the destruction of my kitchen and get your ass in here?" Billy shouted through the divider just to be irritating, knowing you could hear perfectly fine if someone was speaking to you from the living room.
Steve smacked his shoulder lightly and gave a disapproving tut. "Don't call him that."
"Why not? It worked."
Loath as he was to admit it (so he didn't) it had worked. The shrill clang of pots banging together had ceased and a very disgruntled looking Eddie Munson appeared through the doorway. "Something I can help you with?"
"Yeah, stop destroying my kitchen and sit down."
"I can't, I'm too nervous."
"Ed, your date isn't until later. You have plenty of time to relax before you need to start worrying about anything." Steve said soothingly, always the middle man who stepped in when Billy's jabs were too on the nose to be played off as a joke or Eddie picked the wrong day to hide Billy's hair products.
"You can sit here Eddie, I'm gonna head off for a nap I think." Max tried to get up but was stopped by three voices jumping on top of each other.
"No Red you can't go to sleep, I need you to help me decide what to wear! These two aren't going to be any fucking help!"
"You've barely been here three seconds Max, I feel like I haven't even seen you."
"Sit your ass back down, Munson can sit on the fucking floor." Billy knocked her elbow out that was keeping her pressed upright so she fell back down to the couch and pulled her back up so she was resting on the pillow he had over his lap, gently tangling his fingers through her red curls in consolation for jolting her.
"Why do I have to sit on the floor, why can't I sit where you are and you sit on the floor?" Eddie asked grumpily, already knowing the answer when Billy looked up at him sharply, all softness from observing Max swiftly evaporating.
"Dizzy," Billy pointed at Steve who steadfastly refused to meet his accusatory finger. "Currently being haunted by an interdimensional monster who's trying to suck out her eyeballs and turn her into a badly decomposed skeleton," Billy gestured at Max who tried to roll her eyes but the impact was lost when she was interrupted by a yawn. "Still stiff from having the slime puppet of said interdimensional monster rip through most of my flesh and then have it sewn back together again." Billy finished, eyes daring Munson to find something to argue with out of that.
When he couldn't come up with anything concrete Eddie huffed and looked away, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he strode towards the front door. "Screw you Hargrove, I'm going over to my place to try on everything I own."
"Oh relax would you? You could show up naked and serenade her with Metallica and she'd still look at you like you hung the fucking moon."
Eddie stopped with his hand on the doorknob. "Really?"
Billy lolled his head over so that Eddie could understand the full stupidity of the question he's just asked. "Might I remind you the last douchebag she dated was Jason Carver. I'm pretty sure even Harrington would be on the cards for her, and he's somehow become a single mother of six."
"Fuck off dickhead." Steve flipped him the bird which Billy grabbed and tried to bend the wrong way which earned him another light smack to the shoulder.
"Okay, I'm leaving you two to your flirting. Red, I'll be back for you later."
"Mmhmm." Was all Max could get her sleep addled brain to come up with. Every time she was about to fall into the sweet precipice of sleep one of Billy's fingers would wrap around one of her curls and pull enough to rouse her from her slumber. Every time she'd groan at him earned her a soft massage of the area he'd just pulled; all for the cycle to repeat again a matter of minutes later.
"Billy I have a headache." Max whispered, turning over so she was facing the sofa in the hopes of blocking out some sunlight. "Please let me go to sleep, just for 10 minutes or so?" She begged him.
"I'm sorry Max," all traces of teasing were gone from his voice, "We can't risk it."
"Billy please!" Max begged, the wobble in her voice causing a sharp pain in her brother's chest.
"Alright Max, you're okay. You're due for some more Advil anyway." Steve placated, hauling himself up from the armchair and balancing his way into the kitchen to find the redhead some more painkillers and a glass of water. By the time he returned to the living room Billy had tugged Max further up so her head was hidden in the crook of his neck, his own blonde curls obstructing any light that may agitate her headache further.
"Keep your eyes closed, just turn your head, okay? Stevie's got you some water and tablets to make you feel better." Reaching around his sister Billy held his hands out for the glass of water and two Advil that Steve held in his hands and carefully poured the water for Max to drink, giving her one pill at a time until they were both gone before setting the glass down and coaxing her back into his shoulder, one hand cupping the back of her head to keep her tucked into his neck while they waited for the painkillers to start working.
"Thanks Steve." Max whispered a few minutes later when the infernal ringing in her ears had finally come to an end.
"Don't mention it kid."
"For the love of God Harrington, would you eat something before you flake out? I don't know if it's obvious but I'm not exactly in a position to jump up and catch you if you start falling." Billy regarded Steve warily. Apparently Steve was completely unaware that while he was stood watching Max to make sure she was feeling better he'd begun to sway on the spot, the lack of a proper meal over the last few days finally taking its toll.
"I'm fine-"
"There's leftovers in the fridge, Susan's lasagne. Not as good as mine but its hot food all the same."
When Steve continued to stay put Billy tossed his head towards the fridge, seemingly breaking Steve out of whatever trance he was in. It was only when he heard the microwave start that Billy turned away from the kitchen and refocused on Max who's shoulders had finally come away from her ears.
"How you holding up shitbird?" He asked softly, words barely disturbing the baby hairs coming out of Max's ponytail.
"Better." She breathed, eyes remaining closed. "When can I go to sleep?"
"Not till later. We're trying to keep you awake until the others have killed this 'Vecna' creep so there's no chance he can find you. I know it probably sucks but we don't have any other ideas right now." Max grunted and stretched herself further over Billy's lap, resting her head on his opposite shoulder which almost made her cradled in his arms.
"I hate Vecna." She whispered, shivering when Billy gently squeezed the skin at the nape of her neck to try and ease any tension lingering there.
"Preaching to the choir sister." Steve agreed readily, walking back through to his self-proclaimed armchair with a plate of warm lasagne and a bread roll which he threw unceremoniously at Billy; knowing he couldn't catch it with an armful of Max so had to let it bounce off his forehead and roll into her lap.
Max felt round for the bread roll and held it out to Steve who shook his head and pointed his fork back in her direction. "Fill your boots, you'll feel better if you have something to eat."
"Pot, kettle Harrington." Billy snorted. Steve flipped him off and aggressively shoved another forkful of lasagne into his mouth.
Max's hands shook when she tried to tear a piece of the roll off so she couldn't put up much of a fight when her brother took it into his own hands, ripping a piece off and touching it to her fingertip for her to take, the effort needed to raise her arm to her mouth feeling herculean as she chewed slowly on the segment of bread.
"So, who's Carver's latest squeeze then?" Billy's chest vibrated against her temple as the conversation picked back up around her once she'd swallowed and taken another section pressed to her fingers.
"Chrissy Cunningham."
"No after Chrissy. Tommy said he saw him with another doll on his arm when they were in Melvalds looking for a Bible or something."
"Haven't seen him, although it's probably Anna Jakobi."
"Who?"
"You know, the cheerleader? You slept with her enough times."
"Gross." Max muttered in between bites of bread roll, Billy rolling his eyes in faux exasperation but secretly pleased Max was feeling well enough to jest at his expense.
"So what happened?" Billy asked after faintly pinching Max in retribution.
"Chrissy and Jason were dating for two years, Chrissy found him cheating on her and broke it off. Turns out it was Anna Jakobi he was cheating with but kept her around ever since in a weird bid to make Chrissy jealous and ask for him to take her back. Man what a mess that was." Steve sighed, remembering first hand how the aftermath of that one had gone down.
"Shit, really?"
"Really, in a turn of cosmic justice Anna Jakobi is also cheating on him with Mark Lewinski."
"Lewinski? That meathead never even got off the bench."
"And to think I nearly went on a date with her!" Steve shook his head at the thought of what might have happened to his all important street cred.
"Oh the horror, what would you have done big boy?" Eddie made his reappearance known as he strutted round the corner dressed in a relatively new pair of black jeans (bandana-less), a black buttoned shirt with his staple leather jacket over the top. He held his arms out in a what do you think gesture.
Billy shrugged and gave an approving nod, focus shifting to Max when she tried to sit up to lean moreso against the arm of the sofa instead of on him.
Steve was similar, though he did stand up after leaving his now empty plate on the coffee table and try to straighten out Eddie's shirt, brushing over some of the creases with hands.
"You are going to iron this before tonight, right?" He asked just to be on the safe side. Eddie gave a non-committal hum, he would if he could be bothered. Billy whispered something in his sister's ear (Eddie highly suspected it was something to do with him if the snort she let out was anything to go by) which encouraged her to hesitantly open her eyes, upon realising the light no longer caused a pulsing behind her eyelids Max began taking in her surroundings, landing on Eddie last of all.
"Well Red? You are a girl after all."
"Good spot you fucking moron." Billy murmured, allowing Max to flick him once on the shoulder before gently grabbing her hand and bringing it back down to her lap, leaving his hand on top of hers so she could play with the rings he had on.
"Looks good, definitely needs an iron though."
"Fuck."
"I don't know why you're so worried its not like she hasn't seen you in less already."
"That was a one time thing, this is an actual date to start an actual relationship." Eddie stressed, tugging harshly on the bottom of his shirt to try and avoid having to iron it.
"Dude if the constant DnD games and referring to yourself as 'the dungeon master' hasn't put her off-" Steve started.
"Not to mention your obsession with corralling teenage boys into the school basement to join you against 'the cult of Vecna'." Max added.
"Thank you for that addition Maxine." Eddie nodded sarcastically, narrowly dodging a shoe Billy threw at him in retribution.
"-then I really don't think the wrong outfit is going to screw you up."
Nodding to himself it seemed Eddie had finally talked himself up to actually going on the date, clapping loudly to cement the decision and grabbing the keys to his van.
"Alright, lets do this. The shire-the shire is burning bright for the Munson Empire." He said seemingly to himself. Billy and Steve looked at each other before shaking their heads in mutual confusion, content not to have a clue what their metalhead friend was talking about but going along with it anyway.
"Boys, I will see you later. Red I want you by the phone available for last minute advice whenever I need you."
"You have an Uncle in your own trailer that can help you with this, you do realise that right?" She asked, genuinely concerned he was suffering with some kind of amnesia.
"Uncle Wayne is not a female, Max, or he would be called Aunt Wayne." Eddie bent down to be eye level with the redhead, unfortunately also getting within arms length of her big brother she was still resting against. Billy grabbed hold of Eddie's collar and pulled him past Max so they were centimetres away.
"Watch the attitude dickhead, I will send you on that date with a black eye."
"Okay, lets all just take a deep breath. We can go on our dates or shower or eat or whatever we want to do without the need for bodily harm, thank you Hargrove." Ever the peacemaker Steve joined the trio and tried unpicking Billy's fingers where they were curled into Munson's shirt with no intention of letting go.
"Max, little help?"
The girl sighed and covered Billy's hand with her own. "It's alright Billy, he didn't mean anything by it."
"Didn't he?" He was not convinced.
"No no, just joking around." Eddie gulped when the hand tightened. "Which I will not be doing in the future."
"Billy come on, I want to go on a walk." Max slowly swung her legs off the sofa and down to the floor, using the arm Steve outstretched for her to balance while the feeling came back to her feet. All at once Eddie's shirt was released and Billy was on his own feet, both hands hovering either side of Max as she shuffled forward should she stumble; however the sudden loss of pressure meant the other two boys collapsed face first on top of each other into the sofa, much to the amusement of Billy if his poorly hidden smirk was anything to go by.
"You're a real gem you know that California?" Eddie's muffled voice called out, pushing Steve off him to right himself and finally head towards the door to leave.
"I aim to please."
"Go Eddie, go have fun on your date before Billy tries to send you there in a body bag." Steve waved him out, pointedly not looking at the head of blonde curls that had turned to face him.
"Wish me luck! I love you and leave you!" Eddie bowed with flourish and eventually left, racing off to Starcourt to meet Chrissy.
"Fuck he's weird." Max breathed, taking small steps to the front door and holding on tightly to both Billy and Steve when they offered her an arm to get down the steps of their trailer.
"Pfft, try sharing Dustin duty with him you haven't seen anything yet. I'm telling you they are as bad as one another you don't know the half of it; when Billy's complaining about you not listening or whatever, let me tell you that those two? Ten times worse with no sense of danger at all-"
Steve went on rambling as the three walked around the trailer park, stopping when Max needed a break and heading back once they'd had the all clear that Vecna was gone and Max could finally go to sleep. It seemed the exhaustion had officially caught up with her as Billy ended up giving her a piggy back ride back to their place and led her back on the sofa, happy to let her snooze while Steve bumbled round in the small kitchen to try and make them some semblance of dinner.
Tomorrow Steve vowed to stop by his own house and pilfer from the groceries there, in the mean time some seasoned chicken with vegetables was going to have to do since that's all the edible food left to choose from.
One day he'd teach them about basic food staples when they went shopping. One day. For now he was happy to play chef and watch as Billy brushed his fingertips along the soft skin of Max's forehead, always gentle enough not to wake her.
Maybe he was getting better at this whole brother thing.
