word count: 2k / warnings: literally just 100% dirty smut. oral receiving m&f, alcohol mention
an: hope y’all like this fuckin FILTHY billy smut in my universe where billy is alive and redeemed and perfectly ok (send requests) also don’t lie to me and tell me u haven’t thought about fuckin billy to this song bc it’s all i think about every time i hear it
It wasn't the typical place you would find yourself on a Friday night. You weren't really in to the whole bar scene, especially grungy bars like this one. But your friend had dragged you along after a bad breakup, and you knew she needed you by her side tonight, to avoid going home with some trashy guy. A trashy guy exactly like him...
He was doused in cologne and hair gel, chain smoking cigarettes and chugging beer like it was nothing. His ab muscles showed clearly through his shirt, and his tight jeans clearly illuminated a large bulge. He was what every mom told their daughters to stay away from, the epitome of bad boy. And he was looking directly at you. In fact, he couldn't take his eyes off you. And something inside of you made you scream for him to come over, wrap his large arms around your waist and take you home.
You took another large sip of whatever fruity drink you ordered this time, and turned your gaze away from him. He wasn't good for you, you had to keep telling yourself that. Don't look at him... don't think about his lips trailing up and down your body, nibbling your skin, his tongue touching your center lightly enough to make you squirm. Fuck... don't think about that.
You turned to your friend, who was taking shots with a dorky looking guy you knew from high school. Well, you thought, at least you don't have to worry about her going home with someone bad. You tried to get attention, hoping she could distract you from the walking sex machine lurking behind you, but she just brushed you off, going back to conversation with her new boy. You rolled your eyes, and decided it best to leave, not wanting to interrupt her love affair any longer.
"Are you leaving?" A tender voice asked behind you. You turned around to see him, standing only a foot from you, the smell of musk and leather filling your body.
"Yeah, not much for me here," you responded, shifting your body away from his, worried you would subconsciously move yourself closer.
"Well, I wouldn't say that," he teased, moving closer to you, heat radiating from his body. "Let me buy you a drink." He smiled nicely, showing off a near perfect grin. You could imagine how nice that smile would look while you had his cock in your mouth.
"I guess one drink wouldn't hurt." You sat back down on the bar stool, your knees now touching his upper thighs. You quickly moved away from him, a shiver going down your spine during the second your skin was touching.
"I'm Billy, it's wonderful to meet such a beautiful girl in a place like this... doesn't happen a lot." He sat next to you, and waved over the bartender.
"I doubt you have a hard time finding beautiful women..." you laughed, eyeing him up and down. You stopped momentarily at his bulge, and then again at his lips.
"What makes you say that?" He shifted in his seat, and put his arm on your knee. You felt your flesh turn to goosebumps at his touch, and your heart rate increased a bit. You didn't want him to stop touching you, you wanted him to move his hand upward and touch you where you needed it. Where you knew he could make you feel something.
"My name is (Y/N), by the way. Thank you for the drink," you managed to get out, your voice shaky from lust.
"It's very nice to meet you, (Y/N)." Billy smiled at you, and winked. He turned away from you to take a swig of beer, and his hand left your knee. You felt upset, almost like you should've reached out to grab it and put it back. His hands belonged on your body. You frowned at him, and turned away to take a sip of your drink.
"So, what do you do?" He asked, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands.
"This is all a bullshit act, right?" You asked, ignoring whatever pointless question he just asked you.
"What do you mean?" He asked, laughing and shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
"Everything you're doing right now... buying me a drink, acting like a nice guy... it's all an act so you can take me home and fuck me, right?" You leaned back in your chair and looked at him seriously.
"I... well, I uh..." he stammered, looking at the floor and rubbing his neck.
"You don't have to pretend with me, Billy. We don't have to play this game... I want you to take me home," you whispered, placing a hand on his thigh, and inching closer to him.
"Are you serious?" He asked, eyes meeting yours and mouth slightly open.
"I am..."
Billy stood up and took your hand, motioning for him to follow you. You stood up as well, and moved quickly through the crowd of bar patrons, still holding tightly to Billys hand. You walked behind him out the door, and to a car that definitely fit his trope. You giggled a bit, thinking about the bad guy you were about to fuck senseless, and he looked up at you, worried.
"What's wrong?" He asked, about to climb in his drivers seat.
"Nothing, let's go," you urged, sitting in his passenger seat, slamming the door. He followed suit, closing the door quickly and turning on his car. He drove quickly, maybe a bit too quick for your liking, but there was a thrill growing inside of you that you couldn't tame. You felt like yelling out the window, letting the wind and night air flow through you, the smell of summertime fill you.
You moved around in your seat, almost losing patience with how long it was taking you to get wherever you were going. You looked over at Billy, who had his eyes focused on the road, and smiled. You bit your lip, and reached a hand over to his leg. You placed it on his upper thigh, just close enough to really tease him. He looked over at you, shaking his head, and stepped down on the gas pedal a little harder.
When you pulled up to his house, he turned the car off quickly and got out, not saying a word. You were both on a mission, and neither of you had time for talking. You got out of the car swiftly and followed him, catching up quickly as he went to open the door. As soon as he got you inside, he pushed your body against the door and kissed you deeply. He was quick and desperate about it, moving his lips sloppily around yours, biting your bottom lip in frustration. His body was grinding into yours, his muscles pushing back against your skin. His hands traveled down to your ass, and he squeezed it tightly, before letting go and rubbing the cheeks slightly.
"Follow me," he whispered into your ear, hands moving slowly away from your body. You nodded, and did as you were told, following him into a bedroom. When you both got in and the door was closed, he quickly took off his shirt. You looked him over and let out a small moan, not at all surprised by his near perfect body. You flopped down on the bed, kicking your shoes off and ripping your shirt over your head.
Billy climbed on top of you and pushed his body into yours, kissing your neck. His hands found their way to your breasts, and he played with your nipples lightly, enough to make it tickle a bit. You moved your body around under his, trying to get him to go harder. He got the message, and moved his mouth down to one of your nipples. He kissed it for a few seconds, before biting lightly, making you squeal. You both giggled a bit as he started to undo his belt. You shifted under him and took off your shorts, revealing yourself to be soaked in anticipation.
Billy noticed how wet you were, and started lightly rubbing at your center. You threw your head back in pleasure, him moving in perfect rhythm. He slipped a finger inside of you, slowly pumping in and out. You moved your hips towards him, and told him you wanted more. He nodded, and slipped another finger inside of you. This time he started pumping faster, and moved his lips down to your clit, licking it lightly and slowly. The combination of pleasures made you cum quickly, and Billy bit his lip when you screamed his name, the sound of you telling him how good he is making him even harder.
He took his fingers out of you and licked them, before slowly pumping his cock. You sat up and shoved Billy down flat, and took over pumping for him. You moved your mouth down over his tip and kissed it slightly, before taking just the top in your mouth. He groaned, putting a hand on the back of your head and pushing your mouth deeper into him. You gagged a bit, not being used to his size.
"That's fucking hot," he moaned, shoving your head down again. He let go of your head, and you started rhythmically sucking him. After a few minutes, you let go of him in your mouth and sat up.
"Do you have a condom?" You asked.
"Drawer," he motioned, and you reached over and pulled one out. You helped him put it on, and moved your body so that you were now hovering over his lap. He held onto himself, positioning his tip into you, and you slid down slowly on him. You both let out low moans, and you put your hands on his chest. You started moving yourself up and down, getting adjusted to his size. Billy wrapped his fingers in your hair for grip, and put the other hand on your hip, helping you move. You started bouncing on him faster, loving the feeling of him inside of you.
"Fuck, keep doing that. I love watching you on top of me," he whispered, biting down on his lip and watching your tits bounce with each movement. You kept going, and picked up your speed a bit, knowing you were only minutes from making him cum.
"I guess the bad boy likes it when his girls take control, huh?" You asked, winking at him.
"Only you, baby," he responded, eyes glued to your body. He moved your face closer to his, and started kissing you again. He was even more reckless this time, trying his best to keep his cool. His tongue slipped in and out of your mouth, his hands now firmly on your waist, moving himself quicker and deeper in you. His body started moving a little more randomly, and you knew he was almost there. You broke the kiss and leaned back, yelling his name.
"Fuck yes, (Y/N)..." Billy threw his head back and came, taking a deep breath as he finished. He pulled out of you, slowly, still coming down from his high. He took the condom off and discarded it, laying back in the bed and catching his breath. A flirty smile grew over his face, and he sat up quickly.
"What are you doing?" You asked.
"Now it's my turn to show you what it's like when I'm in control. Turn around, baby. Ass up," he said, winking at you and reaching into his drawer for another condom.
prompt: “Walk out that door and we’re through” & “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”
(note- this is one of my FAV things i’ve ever written honestly. it turned out a little more fluffy than angsty but i am SO happy with the way it turned out)
“Ben, will you shut up for one second. You’re not even listening to me. I wasn’t trying to start a fight. I was just trying to tell you how I feel.” You threw your bag and coat down on the couch, and Ben slammed the door behind you.
“Not trying to start a fight? That’s bold of you say. I hadn’t seen you in a weeks and the first thing you say to me when I walk in the door is ‘How’re those models you were off taking pictures with?’” Ben scoffed and rolled his eyes. When he was angry, he was the loud and in your face type. Wanted you to really know how he felt. And boy, he was letting you know how he felt now.
“Listen, I didn’t want to say anything but I was really hurt. You were surrounded with gorgeous girls while I wasn’t around, how would you feel if I did that?”
“Well I wouldn’t make a bloody fuss about it like you do. It’s not my fault they were sitting near me and they took a photograph. If you were famous you would understand.” He placed his hands on his hips and shook his head. He looked at the floor, trying to take deep breaths and calm down.
“You know, every fucking time we fight you always bring up the fact that I’m not famous and how it’s such a big deal. Like, if you wanna date someone famous literally NO ONE is stopping you, Ben.”
“Well maybe my life would be a bit easier because a person who understand paparazzi wouldn’t be up in arms about me being photographed with some random girls.” You sat down on the couch and took a second to think. You felt our eyes get hot and your cheeks flushed, you knew you were going to start crying. You looked away so Ben wouldn’t see you wiping tears away.
“Oh, cmon are you really crying? You started this and now you want to sit here and cry because you thought I’d sit and take you berating me about my life in the public eye.”
“Berating you? I just told you I was upset! You’re completely over reacting.”
You both sat in silence for a minute, but you could hear Ben breathing loudly and trying to calm himself down. Although you were pissed, you couldn’t stop thinking about how attractive he was when he was angry. And, how much you really did love him. You hated fighting, but you were so hurt that if you didn’t bring this up it would just sit on your chest, weighing you down from the inside out.
“Listen, Ben, I think I’m gonna go. Take a walk or drive or something. Maybe we just need to not be near each other right and calm down so we can have an adult conversation and not bicker like children.” You picked up your things and started heading towards the door. Ben let out a laugh and turned to face you, with an extremely pissed off look on his face.
“Walk our that door right now (Y/N) and we’re through. I swear to God.” He shook his head and let out a frustrated laugh.
“Bullshit. I call bullshit. You’re not dumping me.”
“You think I won’t? Wanna walk out that door right now and see what happens?” At this point he was inches from your face. You could see sweat on his forehead and a bit of spit on his lip from screaming.
“You’re not gonna break up with me, Ben. And you wanna know how I know that?” You tilted your head and raised your brow at him, giving him a sarcastic tone which only made him more angry.
“Oh how’s that?”
“Because you wanna marry me. Uh huh, I know. Joe slipped up and told me you had him help you pick out a ring.” You pursed your lips at Ben, thinking ‘Hah, what are you gonna do now, Benny boy?’ You felt pretty proud of yourself for throwing that out, because Ben usually had the upper hand in fights with quick wit and insults.
Ben stood there, just staring at the ground. He was completely shocked. Didn’t know what to say.
“Well? Yell, scream, say something.” You tried to get him to look at you, but he just kept staring at the ground.
He started to shake his head and mumbled “I’m gonna fucking kill Joe.”
You started to laugh, but Ben did not think it was funny. He ran quickly to your bedroom and you followed him.
“What are you doing? Can we talk about this?” He was frantically searching through the closet, not even hearing what you’re saying.
“Ah!” He yelled, and threw a suitcase down on the bed, excited that he finally found what he was looking for.
“What are you leaving or something? I think it’s really immature that you’re just gonna pack up and leave and not even talk about -“ you stopped talking when you saw Ben get down on one knee, holding a tiny blue felt box in his hands.
“I’m not leaving, you twat, I’m proposing.”
“What.... you’re.... what?” You were at a loss for words. He opened the small box to reveal a gorgeous, pear-cut diamond ring. You gasped.
“I’m proposing. I had a whole beautiful evening planned, at your favorite restaurant, with wine and candles and everything. I rented a fucking limo. I had a photographer. I was gonna have Brian and Rog sing Love Of My Life. So guess what, you wanna spoil all that? Now you have to deal with a proposal in our messy bedroom while I’m wearing sweatpants and haven’t washed my hair in four days. Hah!” He smiled, looking quite pleased with himself. But all you could look at was the ring. Ben Hardy wanted to marry you. Marry you. Nothing else in the world mattered. No restaurant, limo, song or anything could make this moment any better.
You bent to your knees to be at his level, and cupped his hands in your face. “Ben, I do not care about any of that. You want to marry me. And I want to marry you.”
“Wait... you really don’t care that I’m not doing something fancy for the proposal?”
“You could ask me to marry you at a garbage dump. I don’t care about that. I just wanna be your wife.” You started tearing up and gave Ben a long kiss. When you finally backed away, you saw Ben had tears in his eyes, too.
He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto your finger. You smiled as you admired the beauty.
“I love you so much. I’m sorry I got angry and accidentally proposed to you,” Ben said, between tears and laughs.
“I’m sorry I got angry and accepted your proposal.” You both started laughing and he hugged you, wrapping his arms around your waist and and nuzzling his head into your neck.
“I’m still gonna kill Joe,” he murmured, and kissed your cheek.
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Okay, it was official. Camping was the worst. There were tiny invisible flies on your body at all times, you were completely sick of eating hot dogs cooked over an open fire, and sleeping on the floor in a tent was absolutely obliterating your back. But you had promised to tag along on this dreadful trip long ago, so you sucked it up and plastered a fake smile on your face and huffed along.
The one positive of this whole trip was the gorgeous lake you were staying by. The water was clean and warm, the sun was shining bright above you, and it was the absolute perfect day to lay out and get some sun. Plus, you had a bit of eye candy to keep you company.
Ben was sitting in the chair next to you, dark sunglasses hiding his face. He held a cigarette in his hand, slowly taking drags as he soaked up the sunlight above you. You and Ben had been good friends for a few years, and have had a few drunken sexual encounters with each other. You would never consider seriously dating him, he wasn’t really your type for a relationship, but fuck, he was hot. And he knew what he was doing in the bedroom.
It had been a while since you’ve ‘had any’, and you were letting your need for touch get the best of you as you started, open mouthed and Bens abs glistening in the sun.
“Can I help you with something, babe?” He smirked at you, and you quickly looked away, avoiding eye contact.
“Sorry, just zoning out.”
“Whatever you say.” He took another drag of his cigarette, and your eyes shifted down to his lower half, seeing the faint outline of his cock in his swim shorts. You took a deep breath and looked away, taking a sip of your drink and closing your eyes.
“You look quite hot today, (Y/N). I love the bathing suit, really makes me think of our nights together long ago.” Ben turned his head over to you, his lips in a subtle pout, a grin painted on his face.
“Oh shut up, Ben. We were drunk.”
“I wasn’t really that drunk, though.”
“Yeah, I guess I wasn’t either.” You laughed a bit, your eyes gazing over Bens body again.
“You could just hop over here real quick, slip your bathing suit to the side. Everyone’s inside making food, no one would know. I know you want it.” Ben bucked his hips a bit and motioned for you to come over to him.
“Absolutely not. We’re in public!”
“We’re outside, but we’re definitely in private...”
Bens cock was growing hard in his suit, and you felt yourself dripping at the thought of him inside you. You looked around the area, and didn’t see a soul or hear a sound. You bit your lip and stood up, positioning yourself on Bens lap.
He kissed you, hard, biting down on your bottom lip and running his hands down your exposed body. He dug his fingers into your hips and started biting down your neck, you squealing at the feel of his teeth against your warm flesh. You felt him getting harder underneath you, and started grinding yourself into his throbbing dick. He let out a small moan, and a lustful look came over him.
He sat you up and pulled himself out of his shorts, slowly jerking himself at the site of you above him. You pulled your bikini shorts to the side and sat down on him slowly, warming yourself up to his thickness. You finally got all of him inside of you and sat on his lap for a few seconds, slowly starting to grind into him to tease him. Ben was not having it today, though, and grabbed your hips to start moving you quicker on his own.
He was sliding quickly in and out of you, swearing under his breath with each thrust. You threw your head back in pleasure, remembering how good he felt inside of you. You bit down on your lip to prevent a loud yell from escaping.
A few minutes went by of you continuously riding Ben, slowing down and picking up the pace when appropriate. Suddenly, you heard a rattling in the woods behind you, making you both jump try quickly to climb off of each other. You couldn’t seem to get off of Bens lap as the fringe on your swimsuit was caught in the chair.
“Fuck,” you whispered, trying desperately to pull at the fabric, but it would not budge.
You saw Joe stumble out from the bushes, a happy smile on his face.
“Hey guys! Do you want any-“ Joe stopped mid sentence and widened his eyes when he realized what was going on.
“Oh god. I’m so sorry.” He shook his head slightly but couldn’t seem to stop staring at the two of you. Joe was wearing his swim trunks and holding a half empty bottle of beer.
“Joe, I’m sorry I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be embarrassed, babe.” Ben looked at you and smiled, a cheeky grin on his face. “Don’t act like you haven’t told me about your Joe fantasies.”
You felt your cheeks turn hot, and you started to shake your head in denial. “Joe, don’t listen to him. He’s just messing with me.” But, you knew he was telling the truth. You’d wanted to fuck Joe since you met him. And you’ve tried, but the boy is not good at taking hints.
You looked over at Joe, and noticed his hand was holding the outline of his hard dick in his swim shorts. You looked back at Ben who was still smiling at you, his hand still dug into your hip.
“Did you two plan this?” You asked, running a hand through your hair.
“I won’t say we didn’t, because that would be lying.” Ben said. He was a horny little bitch, but he knew exactly what you wanted and never failed to deliver. You motioned for Joe to come over to the two of you, and he walked over silently. You took off the top your bikini, and Joe immediately placed a hand on your tit, rubbing your nipple gently. You positioned yourself back over Bens cock and slowly sat into him, grinding your hips. As you started to ride Ben again, Joe stood next to you, his cock throbbing through his shorts. You pulled him out of his swim trunks and began to run down his length, before taking him in your mouth.
Joe was loud, and was not afraid to let you know how good you made him feel. He was a lot louder than Ben, and his moans seemed to overcome any other noises. Joe threw his head back and pulled on your hair, pushing you down deeper on his cock. Ben was still pumping in and out of you, placing his thumb on your clit and starting to rub slowly. You moaned with Joe still in your mouth, and the vibration sent Joe over the edge. He came quickly in your mouth, and you swallowed all of him. Ben came quickly after him, and pulled out of you. He slapped your ass, and told you to get up. You obeyed his orders, and stood up from the chair.
“Time to switch.” He winked at you, and Joe laid down in the chair, already hard again. You sat on his lap and kissed him passionately, hands running through his soft hair, stubble rubbing against your cheeks. You broke away from the kiss and saw Ben standing above you with his cock out.
“Ready whenever you are, beautiful.” Ben said. You smiled at him before giving Joe another quick kiss, and sliding onto him.
warnings: heavy angst, mentions of ptsd, depression, death, drinking, and drug use; 18+ for adult content
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You started dating Steve Harrington shortly after the Summer of 85. The summer after everything happened. You met him around mid August, and he asked you out only days later. It only took a few dates for the two of you to be completely head over heels in love.
Part of dating Steve was understanding his past, which you really tried to do, but sometimes it went over your head. Steve never seemed bothered by the things he went through. You tried to talk to him about things, to see if he was okay, but he always assured you he was fine, and it was just apart of his ‘crazy journey of life’.
So you let it go, mostly because talking about the scary monsters and Russians and psychic children freaked you out. You didn’t understand how he was just so, okay with everything. How he just continued to live every day knowing the things he knew. He was the strongest person you knew, because if you were in his shoes, you honestly didn’t know if you could leave the house.
But months went by, and he was fine. There were times where you would catch him staring off in the distance for a moment too long, or see him drink a little bit too much on a work night, but he would always assure you he was just tired or stressed. And you didn’t want to push him, he would come to you when he was ready.
But all of it started to fall apart in June of 86. That was about a month ago, now. It was small things, at first. Things you wouldn’t regularly take a second glance at if it hadn’t been for his past. He was slowly turning away from himself, and going somewhere in his head, somewhere far away from anywhere you could go.
The nightmares started coming about a week after he started acting different. You woke up in the middle of the night to him thrashing and screaming, drenched in sweat and tears. You shook him awake, trying your best to avoid hurting him. He woke up terrified, grasping on to you and squeezing you tight.
“What happened?” you whispered, kissing the top of his head and rubbing his back.
“I don’t know... I was just... I don’t know.” He was breathing heavily into you, shaking slightly. You sat in silence with him for a few moments, before he fell back asleep in your arms. You stayed up the rest of the night watching him, hoping to God whatever came to him in his sleep stayed far away.
It happened again the next night, too. It took longer for you to wake him up this time, and by the time his eyes were finally open yours were filled with tears. You were losing your best friend right in front of you, and it seemed like there was nothing you could do.
You called Nancy after the third night of nightmares in a row. You waited until Steve had gone to work, not wanting him to hear you talking about him.
“I just don’t know what to do, Nance. I’ve never seen him like this...” you felt yourself tearing up again, your brain filled with fear and exhaustion.
“It’s been about a year since everything. I mean, with PTSD, it can get worse around the anniversary of the event. He may not have even felt traumatized until now. It’s normal, I promise.” She sounded sincere, but there was a tinge of worry in her voice as well. She knew Steve much longer than you had, and you trusted her.
“Thanks, Nancy. I appreciate you being here.”
“Always. Call if you need anything at all, and I mean that.”
You hung up the phone and sat down in your kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee that lost its heat ages ago. You thought about calling Steve at work, just to check up on him. Maybe even visiting. But for some reason you stayed glued to your chair.
‘He doesn’t need me, I can’t help him with this,’ you thought to yourself. And you were right. You had no idea what he had been through. You only had a vague picture of what he told you, and that wasn’t a lot. There was nothing you could do except hold him when he cries and drink with him when he needs to forget.
When Steve came home that night, he was visibly upset from the moment he walked through the door. He walked loudly into the kitchen, where you were cooking dinner, and slammed his stuff down on the table.
“I need a fucking drink,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair.
“Is everything okay?” You asked, walking closer to him.
“We hired this new kid at work... he shows up twenty minutes late and acts like a brat the whole time I’m training him. I mean... this kid acts like he knows everything but he knows nothing... if he knew the things i’ve seen he wouldn’t have such a smug little smirk all the time. I wouldn’t mind to punch the smile right off him...” Steve poured himself a large glass of Bourbon and drank it in two sips.
Steve wasn’t one to get angry at his employees like that. He knew what it was like to be a stupid, ignorant teenager and usually let stuff slide. You’d never seen him this angry before. You walked over to him and put a hand on his arm, hoping to calm him down.
“Don’t act like you know, either. You have no fucking clue what I’ve been through,” he yelled, shaking your hand away from him and walking into the living room. You stood silently for a moment, unable to speak. It felt like someone had just punched you in the gut, and if you opened your mouth all of your insides would come flying out.
You walked into the living room slowly, hoping Steve had calmed down. He was just sitting on the couch, staring aimlessly at the wall. His leg was shaking, and the drink in his cup was almost empty again. You decided to just walk away, continue making dinner and not bother him anymore, when his voice disrupted your thoughts.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, lately.” He started at the ground with a blank expression, avoiding you.
“It’s okay, Steve. Just know if you need to talk, I am here. Or if you don’t want to talk to me, we can find you someone.” You leaned against the wall, breathing slowly, trying to stop yourself from yelling or crying, or both.
“Do you need any help finishing up dinner?” He asked, standing up on his feet quickly, as if forgetting everything that just happened.
“No, go ahead and relax. I can handle it.” You smiled softly at him, before turning around and finishing cooking. There was no nightmare that night, but you still woke up every few hours to check on him.
Luckily, the next day you had work. And you loved your job, so going in for a few hours helped take your mind off of everything. You were talking to your friend, Lucy, on your break, when she mentioned Steve.
“I’d love to have you two come out with me and Dominic sometime! Double date or something!” She smiled, her ignorance of the real world showing brightly on her face. How nice it must be to be them, you thought.
“You know, now is not the best time. Steve is... going through something, I guess. Dealing with a traumatic event. That’s all I can really say. It’s personal,” you said, trying to avoid eye contact.
“I understand. Dominic dealt with stuff like that after he came home from the Army a few months ago. It’s PTSD... there’s not much you can do except be there during the hard times.”
“What if the hard times are all the time?” You asked, letting out a small laugh. Lucy put her arm around you and squeezed.
“You’ll get through it, you guys are strong. I know it.” You smiled at her, thanking her for being there, before heading back to work.
When you got home that night, you walked into your house completely destroyed. Papers were everywhere, the couch torn apart, lamps broken and crushed.
“Oh my god,” you yelled, figuring someone had robbed you. “Steve!” You yelled, running around the living room in shock.
You heard footsteps running down the stairs at full speed, and you reached for your pepper spray in your purse, until you heard Steve’s voice.
“I can’t talk right now, I have to find it!” He exclaimed, running in circles and looking at every odd and end of your living room.
“Find what?” You yelled, standing away from him, not sure who the man in front of you was.
“The bug! They bugged this place, I know it (Y/N)... I know you think I’m crazy but they’ve done it before...” He grabbed you by the shoulders and looked you in the eyes. His face was inches from yours, and you could see pure fear washed over him.
“Steve...” you whispered, reaching out to him and placing your hand on his cheek. You felt yourself crying now, although you were trying your best to hide it. Steve let go of you quickly and turned away, anger taking over.
“If you don’t believe me then just go! I don’t need you here, anyways! You’re nothing!” He screamed, his face red with anger.
“I just want to help you...” You felt hopeless, like speaking to a brick wall. You were sobbing, now, choking on your words as tears filled your mouth when you tried to speak.
“You can’t help me, okay! You don’t fucking understand... you’re just wasting your time, and mine. I want you to go!”
You watched him closely as he spoke, and your heart shattered. He truly felt this way, he truly didn’t think you could do anything. You just shook your head silently, unable to put words together to respond. You walked out the door and to you car without saying a word. You sat in your car for a moment, not sure what to do or where to go. He was your whole world in there, your whole heart. But you weren’t his.
You started driving, not really sure where you were going to end up. You just let your body take you where you needed to be. And it did take you there. You ended up in front of Jonathan’s house, which was absolutely the best place for you to be. You walked up to the door and knocked shyly, tears still flowing down your face.
Jonathan opened the door and his face immediately dropped when he saw yours. “What’s wrong?... NANCY!” He yelled behind him. She came out of the kitchen and then quickly towards the door towards you.
“It’s Steve... something wrong,” you muffled. You came inside and explained everything that had been going. Nancy was holding your hand tight and listening intently. When you finished, Jonathan had a small smile on his face, which made you concerned.
“(Y/N)... I check my house for bugs once a month,” he said, laughing.
“Seriously?” You asked, a sigh of relief escaping your mouth.
“I swear. This is normal for... what he has been through. I know it’s weird because it’s the first time it’s happened to him but...” Nancy placed a hand on your knee and squeezed.
“Can you come talk to him?” You asked, hoping they could say to him what you were unable to.
“Of course.” Jonathan and Nancy followed you back to your place, the thought of them with you and on your side making you feel a thousand times better. When you got there, you got out of your car and motioned them to follow you inside. The place was even more destroyed than before, and the same feeling of dread came over you when you saw what was happening.
“Who’s here?” You heard Steve yelling, walking quickly down the stairs. “Oh... guys, what are you doing here?”
Jonathan walked over to Steve and asked if they could talk alone for a minute. Nancy followed them into the other room, and you sat on the couch alone. Your heart was beating through your chest, unsure of what was happening with them. You kept telling yourself things would be okay, but you honestly didn’t know. You could lose him forever.
You sat for what felt like hours, listening only to the hum of your AC, biting slightly at your nails. You wanted a drink, or a smoke, maybe even something more, but you couldn’t get yourself to move. Your body was frozen, stuck to this spot. Stuck waiting for him, waiting for answers.
Nancy finally came out from around the corner, followed by a paranoid looking Steve. She shook her head slowly at you, staring at the floor. Your heart dropped. He was gone... he had finally succumbed to his trauma. You stood up and walked over to him, slowly, trying not to upset him more.
“When you are ready... when you need me... I will always be here for you. I am always on your side, Steve Harrington.” You kissed him on the cheek slightly, and smiled at Nancy. “Thank you. Take care of him...” You walked out of the front door and towards you car, planning on staying with your parents for the night. You’d come back tomorrow for your things.
You were almost at your car when you heard a voice shouting behind you.
“Wait! Please...” Steve was at the door, desperation pasted on his face. “I’m sorry. Wait for me... I’ll get better one day... please just... wait for me.”
“I’ll wait as long as I can.” You smiled at him, got into your car and drove away, away from Steve.
taking care of them when they’re sick {borhap boys}
joe ;
•gets sick ALL the time because he constantly eats dairy knowing it’ll make him ill
•and you always get so mad bc you’ll catch him like in the act and you just roll your eyes like I’m not taking care of u this time buddy
•and once he finally starts feeling sick you’ll just try and ignore him and lecture him
•because it’s 100% his fault and he knows it
•but he wants attention soooo bad so he’ll literally just like lay on the ground and moan so loudly u can’t focus on anything else
•until finally you’re just like fuck it and drag him to the bed and rub his back until he can fall asleep
•and you set out pepto for him and a glass of water and a bucket just in case
•and the very next day you catch him eating dairy again and you’re like ok fuck IM DONE with ur ass
ben ;
•doesn’t get sick a lot so when he does he absolutely milks it
•he will literally act like the world is ending and need to be waited on hand and foot
•it’s a bit annoying but he does the same for u when ur sick so you try your best
•you’ll be trying to work or clean or something and you’ll just hear “baaaaaaaaaaabe” from the bedroom
•and u walk in and you’re like ok what now
•and he just pouts and asks for water or something that he could easily get himself
•because he literally just has a cold and is 100% capable of taking care of himself but he LOVES being a baby
•u lay with him in bed and play with his hair while he sleeps away his sniffles
gwil ;
•when he gets sick he rarely ever asks for help
•he’ll pretend nothing is wrong at all
•he’ll deadass have a limb missing and be like it’s fine it’s just a flesh wound???
•and you try so hard to get him to rest and relax
•you’ll buy him cold meds and orange juice and special tea and he just refuses
•he’ll work himself to the bone until he finally cannot get up anymore and he doesn’t have a choice but let you take care of him
•and he feels all guilty bc he’s a little bit of manly man so he’s like i should be taking care of u i don’t want you to see me all weak
•but at the end of the day he loves when you lay in bed with him and eat soup together and hand him tissues
rami ;
•has a bit of anxiety so he always deals with tummy aches especially before big public appearances
•and he tries his best to play it off but you can tell when he’s starting to get nervous
•you can’t really do much to help him physically but you hold his hands and let him squeeze them reaaaaal tight
•and you talk him through breathing and stuff to help lower his heart rate
•when he’s especially not having it you go out of your way to yell at paps for him that are all up in his face
•he loves that you’re so protective over him when it comes to him not feeling his best and just the act of seeing you stand up for him makes him feel better
•once he calms down he’ll hold u and kiss your head and won’t stop saying thank you until you fall asleep in his arms
63 & 72 with Joe I’ve recently been going through a stressful rough patch and it’s surprising how many people are just straight up bad at not self-centered and helping people with their feelings, emotions, etc. but I think joe would be good at comforting people given the type of person he is and all that he’s been through 😊💕
63&72- helping with your depression / helping you through a bad day
requests from this list / we’re having a sleepover
joe always, 100% of the time put you first
if you were ever not feeling well or having a bad mental health day, he dropped everything to be by your side
you always loved and appreciated how much he cared for you, and you thought it was extremely sweet
but you didn’t realize just how much he loved you until one day, you checked under the bed and found a beat up, plastic box labeled “(y/n)’s bad day box”
you opened the lid to find your favorite movies, lists of your favorite snacks, cute plushes of all your favorite animals, and so many more random knick knacks that joe found and thought would cheer you up some day
you began to tear up, overwhelmed by the love and thought that was put in to this. you had never had anyone love you hard enough to dedicate a whole box to just cheering you up. and the sweetest thing was, he hid it from you. he didn’t do it to get “good boyfriend” points but because to joe, the most important thing in the world was making you happy
so when joe came into your room, he saw you looking down on the box sobbing and came running to your side
“babe, what’s wrong?” he’d ask, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead
“this is just the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. i don’t deserve it. i don’t have a box for you. you’re too good.”
joe just laughed and wiped a few tears off, and kissed you on the lips
“you deserve so much more, I’m doing the bare minimum. i know you haven’t had much support with your depression so I’m doing as much as i can to be with you every step of the way. i even set alarms on my phone to make sure to remind you to take your medicine.”
“oh my god, you do remind me every single night. you’re literally perfect.”
you kissed him passionately, your arms entangled up in each other, bodies sharing warmth and comfort and love
never again did you ever worry if joe really loved you or got annoyed with you for illness. there was nothing in the world he wouldn’t do for you, and that was the most amazing feeling in the whole world
/request by anon, i hope you like it love 💕 please message me and lmk what you think/
(i really like this idea! as a vagina having person i know how hard it can be to cum thru only penetration and since it’s always written in fics (bc we wish that’s what rly happened lol) but im glad i got this request !)
joe ;
doesn’t make a huge deal about it at all, he’s really understanding
although he has never gone a session without making you cum somehow, usually through oral
it’s a really big deal to him that you’re both satisfied
will usually always start a session going down on you, making sure you cum at least twice
when he’s a bit drunk or tired he’ll sometimes just use his fingers
you always feel kind of awkward telling him about it since in the past when you’ve told people they usually don’t care enough to fix it
so you’re like “it’s ok though babe I’m fine you don’t have to do anything”
and he’s like “yeah whatever I’m not allowing that”
sometimes he’ll joke with you and make you laugh because he knows you feel bad
even though he doesn’t understand at all all he really cares about is you being happy
the type of boyfriend to send you cosmo articles about how it’s normal for most women to not cum during penetration just to make you feel better
ben ;
gets really upset the first time you tell him you didn’t cum
he swears he’s never not made a girl cum before
and you’re like they were probably just lying to u to make you feel better but ok hot stuff
so he tries a bunch of new moves with you during sex
he like reads articles and watches videos and stuff
and it doesn’t work and you’re just like babe sometimes it just doesn’t happen with girls it’s not your fault at all
but he’s still really insecure about it
so finally you’re like okay why don’t you let me show you how I do it
and he’s like yeah that’s a good idea
so you like teach him how to do it and he’s so cute he tries so hard and asks a lot of questions
and after some practice he is very very good and has not failed you since
gwil ;
ok so gwil is already a little vanilla when you first meet
and you’re like we’re gonna have to work on this babe
and he’s like okay whatever you want i just wanna please you
cause he’s a sub at heart so he will do whatever you ask
so you show him how you want everything done and he does exactly as you ask
he prefers pleasuring you over himself anyways
so he’s always going down on you and using his hands making sure you’re satisfied
even during sex he always starts with you and asking what you want and how you want to do it
so because he’s so attentitive to you you’ve never really had a problem because he always makes sure you cum first
sometimes when he’s feelin a little hot he’ll go straight to penetration and when you don’t cum, he’ll feel reaaaaally bad
so to make it up he will make you cum like seven times without you even having to ask
rami ;
when you first tell him you haven’t been cumming he doesn’t get upset at all
he’s just like OK let’s change that
rami may seem really shy but he is really open in the bedroom so he will try anything
he takes you to stores to pick out toys and try different things that will work for you
every night he’ll be like okay i wanna try this thing i read about
and sometimes it’s exhausting because you’re like babe i don’t have to cum it’s still fun if i don’t
but he is not okay with that, plus he thinks it’s fun exploring all this stuff with you
and when you eventually find out what works for both of you it’s the best sex of your entire life
and you’re like ok thank god we kept trying stuff because this is incredible !!!! and he’s so happy and smiley and proud of himself that he ‘cracked the code’
