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Fred Weasley x Reader
summary: Y/n always dreamed of her and Fred growing old together, but she's now stood wishing she has spent more time in the present and that she had told him how much she loved him just that little bit more, staring at his lifeless body during the battle of Hogwarts.
word count: 3.5k
warnings: angst, grief, death, dependency.
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She spent hours sitting by the window, looking out over the fields that stretched beyond the Burrow, lost in thought. The fields were quiet now, lush with new grass and tiny blooming flowers, the green too bright for how she felt. The kind of stillness that only comes in May, soft and unreal.
The spring air was peaceful, but it didnβt matter. She couldn't attempt to feel any passion towards new beginnings. The warmth didnβt touch her, she was numb in the kind of way that went deeper than skin. The songs of the birds, the gentle sway of the trees, all of it felt so painfully familiar, but without Fred, it lost its meaning. May had passed her by, and with it, the last pieces of him.
Everything reminded her of Fred.
The rustle of leaves in the breeze, the way sunlight filtered through the tall trees, even the faint scent of honeysuckle from the gardenβall of it felt like echoes. Shadows of moments that used to mean something when he was here. Now they were just fragments. Almosts.
She thought of the last time they laughed together. Something small. Something stupid. His eyes crinkled at the corners, that boyish grin lighting up the room. Neither of them had known it would be the last. If she had, would she have held on a little longer.
It had always been Fred.
From the moment they met, there was an undeniable pull between them, like magnets destined to meet. Y/n still remembered the first time sheβd laughed at one of Fredβs ridiculous jokes, how the sound had seemed to spark something in both of them.
Their connection had been instant,effortless, as if they had always been meant to find each other. Fred was everything she had ever wanted he was spontaneous, mischievous, and endlessly charming. He would make her laugh until her cheeks hurt, pulling her into all sorts of ridiculous adventures. Whether they were performing pranks or hiding from Filch in the corridors, their days at Hogwarts had been filled with joy and a sense of wild freedom. There was no moment too small, no day too ordinary, that didnβt feel like magic when they were together.
They had made promises, as young lovers often do, promises that in their hearts, they believed were unbreakable. They talked about the future, their lives beyond Hogwarts, the twins' dream of running the joke shop, and how y/n would be their biggest supporter, which she was. Fred had always imagined his life being surrounded with chaos and laughter, and along the way imagined y/n in every aspect of it, y/n obviously felt the same, her heart already intertwined with his in a way that felt as natural as breathing.
βIβm never going anywhere,β Fred had told her one night as they sat by the fire, his arm draped lazily over her shoulders.
βYou and me. Forever.β And she had believed him. Of course, she had. How could she not? Their love was a constant, that bit of hope in a world that often felt uncertain. With Fred, everything had felt possible. Everything felt like it could last forever.
But forever came sooner than it should have.
Hogwarts was no longer safe, the castle began to stir, uncertainty was spread across everybody's faces, as quiet footsteps echoed through the stone halls. The battle had begun. Voldemortβs shadow loomed closer with every second, and the future for Hogwarts was in danger, and the future y/n and Fred had imagined together felt suddenly fragile.
She thought about that night more than she'd care to admit.
How in the calm before the storm, just hours before the battle began, theyβd found a rare, quiet corner in the castle. Fredβs hand had been warm in hers, always warm, always steady, his thumb brushing gently over her skin like he was memorizing the feel of her. They didn't say anything at first, letting the silence settle between them.
βI hate this,β she whispered finally, her voice barely holding together. βI hate not knowing.β
Fred sighed, leaning his head back against the wall. βMe too.β
She turned to look at him, analysing how the usual light flickering in his eye was now dimmer, quieter.
βAre you scared?β she asked, clinging onto his hand tighter.
He hesitated. βYeah. I am.β
There was something unnerving in the way he wasnβt trying to make a joke, or brush it off like he usually would. He was just real, he was scared, and there was nothing that could change that.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. βWeβll stay together,β she said, as if saying it could make it true. βNo matter what.β
He squeezed her hand once more, gently. βThatβs the only way I know how to do this.β
She leaned her head against his shoulder, and he rested his cheek lightly on her hair. For a while, they just stayed like that, holding onto one another while the world beyond them began to shake.
Fred leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper.
βWhatever happens, Iβll always love you.β
It had been the first time he said it like that, not joking, not teasing, not hidden behind that grin. Just raw, real and slightly afraid.
And all she could do was smile like a fool and say, βNothing will happen. But I love you more.β
She hated how light her tone had been. How certain sheβd sounded. As if love alone could make them invincible. Which they relied on happening, whilst they simply waited, terrified, for it all to commence.
But before they knew it things spun out of control quicker than any of them imagined. The pair desperately attempted to stick by eachother, but the war didnβt wait. Orders were shouted, spells began flying, and just like that, they were pulled apart.
The last thing he said to her was so casual, so tragically ordinary.
βBe right back.β
Heβd kissed the top of her head, and then he was gone, disappearing into the firestorm that swallowed the castle.
She fought like hell, but her eyes kept darting through the smoke, desperate to catch a glimpse of red hair, the sound of his voice, her mind wasnβt focused on survival. It was focused on him. The thought of him getting hurt, of not being there to help him, terrified her more than anything the war could throw her way. Every curse she deflected, every narrow escape, wasnβt driven by fear for her own life, it was fear for Fredβs.
She hadnβt even realized where her feet were taking her until she found herself in the Great Hall. The air was thick with silence, broken only by quiet sobs alongside the distant, muffled echoes of war still rattling the castle walls.
And then she saw them.
The Weasleys, gathered on the cold stone floor, a tangle of red hair and grief. At first, she didnβt understand, as her eyes scanned their faces, counting them, searching.
Until she found him.
Fred.
Lying so still, as if he were just sleeping. But the light in his face, his light, was gone.
A sound tore from her throat before she could stop it. Her legs gave out as she dropped beside him, her hands shaking as she reached for him, for anything. His skin was still warm. That had to mean something, she kept telling herself. His face was peaceful, like he was just resting, but the spark, the mischief, the life that had always danced behind his eyes was gone.
Another broken sob escaped her as she reached out again with trembling hands, brushing his hair back from his forehead. βFred,β she whispered, barely able to speak. βFred, wake up. Please wake upβ
He promised. He promised heβd be right back.
Molly pulled her into a hug from behind, arms wrapping around her with that same motherly strength y/n had always known, but now it shook with grief. George sat in stunned silence, his face blank, hollow, as though a physical part of himself left when Fred did.
βHe was looking for you,β George said, voice barely audible. βKept asking where you were.β
Y/Nβs heart cracked under the weight of it. She wanted to scream. To turn back time. To make him open his eyes and grin at her like he always did. But instead she leaned over Fred, pressing her forehead to his, her tears falling onto his skin. βI shouldβve been with you,β she whispered. βIβm so sorry. I shouldβve been there.β
The world felt like it was slipping from beneath her feet. The promises they had made, the dreams they had shared, all of it now so far out of reach. She couldnβt believe it. She wouldnβt believe it. She hadnβt been there in those final moments, hadnβt had the chance to say goodbye. The guilt washed over her in waves, but the emptiness inside her was deeper than any pain she had ever known.
No one said a word. They didnβt need to. They just held each other, broken in different ways, united in the unbearable loss of someone who shouldβve had forever.
She didn't remember how she left the Great Hall, how the battle ended, how the world kept spinning without Fred. Everything after the moment she had seen his lifeless body was a blur, the faces speaking to her, the hands guiding her somewhere safe, the rising sun shining down onto a world that no longer felt like hers. Somehow, amongst it all, she ended up at the Burrow.
In the days that followed, y/n found herself far from Hogwarts both mentally and physically, surrounded by the Weasley family, each of them stitched together by grief, holding on as best they could, attempting to carry on with the weight of loss hovering over them. The house, once so loud with laughter and life, had fallen into a hush that didnβt suit it. Everything felt quieter now. Fragile, the absence of Fred lingered in every room, every corner.
It hadn't truly registered in y/n's head that Fred was gone forever, that soon enough he will return and everything will be back to normal. But as she attempted to hold, what felt like, the weight of the world from crashing down on her, she couldn't help but doubt if she had done enough for Fred. Had their time together been enough? Had he truly understood how deep her love was for him? They had so many plans for the future that y/n couldn't help but question if they truly made the most of what they had whilst he was still alive, she thought so carelessly about mapping out a future instead of living in the moment, but how could she prepare herself for the death of a person she was meant to spend forever with.
The weight of their final interaction bores down on her every day,
"be right back"
She never saw him again.
If she had known, if she had even felt the smallest negative feeling hidden amongst her gut, she would have held onto him, gave him one last kiss that was filled with the love and passion they have built up through the years. She would have held him back, ignored every call to fight, forced him to stick beside her despite everything coming their way from every angle. She would have followed him into that crumbling corridor, into whatever darkness waited, she would've done anything to be there with him, be there for him.
That night has caused her brain feel as though it is rotting away, taunting her of how she could've prevented it all, or it least tried to. She wouldβve traded anything to be with him in that final moment, sticking together like they had promised. It sounded selfish, and maybe it was, but part of her wished she had been there, as though her company alone would've stopped his miserable fate. Or at the very least her companionship would've caused her to have faced his end with him, that he hadnβt died alone.
She knew it was a brutal way to think, but she couldn't help but wish she made the decision to wander off before he did, and leave him exactly where she stayed, she'd give her life in a heartbeat for him, but that meant Fred would have to live with the pain she's currently experiencing. There was no right answer to this cruel existence.
Since that night there was never a moment doubt didn't creep in and shove itself through each crevice of her brain, wrap itself around each segment of her heart. She feared most of their time wasn't deemed as valuable, so they wasted it away, was he able to live a fulfilled life with her by his side? She spoke far too much about the future, did she give him enough affection and attention in the moment? Had she loved him loudly enough, clearly enough, for him to carry it with him in those final moments?
A few mornings later, feeling like she was slowly wasting away, y/n wandered out into the garden, surprised to find George already there, his hands busy with the flowers, though his eyes were distant, as they always were now. He's been constantly trying to distract himself from the fact that he longer has his built in best friend constantly by his side, trying out new hobbies, keeping himself motivated, but y/n could tell none of it was working, he had that look, the same one she had been failing to hide.
She approached slowly, her steps unsure, similar to how most of her actions have been since Fred's death. George briefly noticed her figure stood watching him, and gave a small nod in greeting. For a short while he didn't say a word, letting the calm breeze take over the silence, hoping that good company and beautiful scenery alone would be enough to fill a hole left in both of their hearts. After a while the quietness turned miserable, awkward almost, as though they wanted to speak but simply couldn't make out anything to say.
βI used to think the silence after a joke didnβt land was the worst sound in the world,β he said with half a chuckle finally breaking it. βBut this is louder than anything Iβve ever known.β
He stared up at y/n, analysing her dreary facial expression for a long moment, before speaking softly with a sad smile placed on his face. βYou can't carry on like this, y/n. Youβre disappearing, bit by bit.β
She blinked, looking away, taken back by the brutal truth.
βHe wouldnβt want this,β George continued. βFred wouldnβt want you wasting away like your heart got buried with him.β
She continued to look down at her feet before her glossed over eyes finally made their way back on George, who now not only looked miserable, but deeply concerned about the wellbeing of one of his closest friends.
βI donβt know how to be without him,β she whispered, trying to not choke on her words. "It wasn't supposed to end so soon"
She would replay every memory, every word, every shared laugh, trying to find reassurance in the way his eyes had lit up when he looked at her, in the way heβd reached for her hand without thinking, in the softness he reserved only for her. But it was never enough. Not when the ending had come so quickly, so cruelly.
She was terrified that she'd start making scenarios up to fill in for the things they missed out on, terrified that she'll accidentally fixate on an idea of him, rather than just appreciating the time they had shared together. It was hard to not pretend he was still here, but she can't live vicariously through fake potentials, risking merging fake and reality.
If she had known how short their time would be, if she had even caught a glimpse of what fate had waiting for the life of her lover, she wouldnβt have waited for things to fall into place. She wouldβve ran to him the second their eyes met across platform 9ΒΎ on that very first day. She wouldβve grabbed his hand, skipped the years of maybes and slow burn glances, and told him she loved him right then and there. No games, no waiting. Just the truth.
They had a lifetimeβs worth of love squeezed into just a few fleeting years, and while she wouldnβt actually trade those moments for anything, very grateful in their relationship being gradual, she simply just wished that the conclusion would've been different, that it could've continued, that she could've had more. More time. More kisses. More of him.
They stood in silence for a while, watching the wind stir the tall grass.
βHe talked about you all the time, you know,β George said quietly, not looking at her. βNot just in the way youβd expect, though Merlin knows we all had to put up with how sappy he got when you werenβt around. Things he was nervous to say around you, he didn't want to ever say the wrong thing, or accidentally jinx "the perfect thing he has"β
That drew a faint, broken smile from her.
George went on, voice steadier now, like it mattered that she heard every word. βWhen he talked about the future, you were always in it. Always. You were the forever plan. He never said βifβ, it was always when. When we open the shop, when we get a place, when I marry her. Like it was already written. Like you and him were just a fact of the world.β
Y/n didnβt look up, but a soft breath escaped her, almost a laugh. "I did the exact same" a hint of joy in her voice. βI just wish it could've all been trueβ
She knew Fred loved boasting about the future they had planned, how every upcoming event in his life featured her, and hearing it aloud brought a red flush to her cheeks, but she didn't quite realise how passionate Fred was about her for the long run, how he had made her a definite in his life. Knowing how much he spoke about her, in the most desired way, flickered warmth in her chest, made her feel whole again.
But the warmth didnβt last. The weight of reality settled quicker than ever, he wasnβt here to live the future theyβd imagined. And that hollow ache returned, sharper than ever. Everything they had both pictured would never reach its finality, it'll forever just be a desire, and that tore her apart.
βAnd he knew how much you loved him,β George added after a beat, finally turning to look at her. βI promise you, he knew. He was always bragging about how somebody as brilliant as you wants to spend their whole life with him."
Y/N nodded, blinking against the sting in her eyes. She didnβt know what to say. No words could match the ache in her chest. George took her silence as an answer, and simply did nothing more than wrap his arms around her, both of them needing the comfort and warmth of somebody who cared.
She closed her eyes and held onto the material of George's shirt, sniffling away her tears. βI talk to him, you know. Every night. Just in case he can hear me.β
George gently pulled away from the hug, quickly and delicately wiping a stray tear on her cheek. βThen keep talking, but donβt stop living. If heβs listening, I know thatβs what heβd want to hear most of all.β
Even filled with grief, the Burrow remained a place of strange comfort. The house creaked with memories. The walls still held their laughter. Fredβs absence was a wound, but it was also a reminder, of just how deeply heβd lived, and how much he has been and will forever be loved.
That night, as the rest of the house settled into sleep, she slipped outside. The sky was clear, the stars aligned so bright and beautifully. She lay in the grass, arms folded beneath her head, and stared upward, the chill of the earth grounding her as the ache in her heart floated somewhere above.
βI'll love you forever Fredβ she whispered into the night. βI hope you know that. I hope wherever you are, youβre still laughing. Still causing trouble. Still being you.β She closed her eyes, a sad smile hung on her face.
A soft breeze stirred the leaves and just for a brief moment, she felt something brushing her cheek. Someone. She held her breath, let the silence wrap around her like a memory, as she pictured him beside her, as though he came right back and was simply lying there with her.
Just watching the stars.
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George Weasley x Reader
based on the song by the 1975
summary: y/n knew she had to move on after the death of the Fred Weasley, but it wasn't that simple, especially when his identical twin, George, is unknowingly filling the hole in her heart.
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warnings: pure angst, grief, mentions of sex, george used as a rebound.
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Grief had always been a strange thing for y/n to process, like a heavy fog that settled over everything, making even the brightest of days suddenly feel cold and distant. After the Battle of Hogwarts, after the loss of her long term partner Fred, that fog had grown thicker, choking the light from the world around her.
She was used to the laughter, the chaos, the ever-present pull of Fredβs energy, but now, all that remained was an endless, crushing silence.
She thought sheβd eventually learn to move on from it all. But how could she? How could she ever forget the love that had once felt so right, so constant, so real. She was so incredibly certain they were destined to spend their entire lives together, to grow old together. Fred Weasley was her first love, the person who had made her heart race with nothing more than a glance, the person who could make her entire day without saying a word, and now he was gone.
forever.
Y/n had spent most of her days wasting away, begging this is an extremely sick, long winded prank, praying that Fred will walk through the front door any second now, and all the grief caused was some sort of elaborate dream. She knows she has to get past these delusions, she knows he isn't returning- she knows she will never find another man like Fred in her lifetime, but she may find similar.
For George.. George Weasley was still here.
Y/n knew how shallow and selfish she was being, leading on the boy who was hurting just as badly as she was, but seeing his brown eyes hollow with grief, she assumed he may have also been searching for something to fill that sudden empty space too. Y/n and George had always been close friends, and in the aftermath of Fredβs death, the connection between them only deepened.
Y/n knew George well enough that she could see the cracks he was trying to keep together for the sake of his family, her heart ached when she noticed that he still hasn't stopped looking over his shoulder whenever something happened, hoping he'd see Fred once more. He was fighting his own demons, just as she was. It was plain to see that a piece of George died the night his brother did.
They were simply two broken people, two broken souls, attempting to feel somewhat whole again.
She had never purposely intended on getting over her late boyfriend with his twin brother. But George had been there for her, in ways she hadnβt expected. How he cradled her hands in his own, gently caressing her finger tips when she couldnβt stop crying, or how he held her trembling body and helped control her unsteady breathing when the weight of the world felt unbearable. His presence was soothing. It felt right, or at least that's what she had convinced herself.
Days went by, George and Y/n were inseparable, spending all of their time being a comforting companion to one another, attempting to find some sort of peace in life, some sort of joy, even. They learnt to feel more content the longer they stuck by one another, they had felt safe in each other's presence. But somehow, that safety blurred into something else. Something she didnβt want to acknowledge, but couldnβt exactly ignore.
The lingering of their embraces, which accidentally turned into falling asleep in one another's arms quickly transformed a close friendship into two people who were entirely codependent, they craved the companionship, therefore relied so heavily on one another to make them feel somewhat functional again. George craved the comfort and y/n craved the touch, especially from a man who replicated her own; so it felt entirely natural when y/n took George's face into her hands and desperately placed a kiss on his lips, it felt entirely natural that they have been laying skin to skin in bed together whilst y/n calls George the nickname that had always belonged to Fred.
It became a usual routine that they ended up in Georgeβs room, the space between them shrinking with each passing second, the room thick with tension, as their bodies messily intertwined whilst they partake in their distorted reality.
The kisses they shared weren't soft or gentle, there was no romantic desire or passion between the two, what they shared was full of desperation, the yearning of two people who didnβt know how to feel anymore, clinging to whatever warmth they could find. The way their bodies stuck together was messy, the moans they shared as they interlocked fingers were a mix of grief and longing. The way their eyes met and they both melted into each other's touch, briefly feeling like their troubles were melting away.
Y/n knew this wasn't love, she knew this was never going to be love either, her heart ached so desperately for Fred that anything else was subordinate, of course she deeply cared for George, she always has, she cherishes the intimate time spent with him. But as much as she attempts to live this life of delusion, she knows that it won't bring back Fred and the future they had planned together. She could learn to love George, it wouldn't be difficult, but y/n knew he was not hers to love, he's not a pawn in her selfish fantasy.
Heavy breaths filled the room, smiles were sprawled across the pairs faces, as Y/n was cradled in George's arms, his hand caressing her cheek as they stared somewhat longingly into one another's eyes. The weight of his body being pressed against hers brought back a glimpse of her and Fred; how she always used to feel so warm and safe with his body wrapped around her, but instead of feeling comforted, she felt hollow, she felt somewhat lost.
She had wanted to so desperately believe that maybe this could be a way forward, that perhaps this was the cruel way the universe was telling her that she had been with the wrong twin all along. Or, if anything, that maybe George could help fill the emptiness inside of her, giving her any sort of motivation to step back onto a steady path in life to gradually move on.
But the miserable truth was, despite every delicate touch shared underneath the sheets, every whispered word exchanged between the sticky bodies, still hasn't been enough for y/n. The way he hovered above her, his fingers tangled through her hair, as her nails left harsh trails down his back just wasn't enough. Each act of intimacy was filled with immense longing and lust, he excited y/n, thats for sure, he gave her the pleasure she was so badly craving, but it was impulsive and superficial, George turned y/n on, but Fred made her weak.
Even the touch of a man who appeared the very same, made y/n long for Fred more.
The softness of Georgeβs hands against her skin reminded her of the calloused, mischievous fingers of his twin. His laugh, though kind, wasnβt Fredβs. It was wrong, she knew it.
It felt wrong to be with George, not that he wasn't wonderful in his own way, but that was exactly it, despite having the same face he was, despite y/n's delusions, an entirely different person, he was not Fred. She couldn't get past the knowledge shes fighting so hard to suppress in the back of her mind, she was simply using him. She wasnβt healing, she was just running, running from the grief that she wasnβt ready to face, attempting anything to distract from the gaping hole that her late lover had left behind.
George had never asked for this, he just wanted to be seen, be comforted after losing his bestest friend, and along the way he had developed a connection to y/n, an unrequited connection to a girl who was feeling his touch yet thinking of another. Y/n knew he deserved better than someone who was still so hopelessly in love with his twin. Someone who is living a false reality, longingly staring over his features, not because she is totally infatuated with him, but because his eyes look so similar to Fred's. He needed somebody who wants him, who loves him, a person who can adore his personality and witty humour because he's a great guy, somebody who admires him, for him. But y/n couldn't be that somebody.
But in those moments, when Georgeβs arms were safely wrapped around her, when his lips touched hers so tenderly, she could almost pretend, even just for a second, that things hadnβt changed. That Fred was still here, the future they had both planned was still bright, and she had just woken up from a terrible nightmare suddenly making everything feel okay again.
But the illusion always shattered, and y/n always found herself disappointed when she observed her surroundings to find herself in George's room, always found herself slightly sulking when he had told her a joke that made her cry with laughter when Fred already told her it months before, or when he did romantic gestures that Fred hated and swore he'd never do. Her heart constantly aching with the painful truth that it would never be enough.
She couldnβt bring herself to tell him the truth, not yet at least. Not when he was already in so much pain and she was the only thing providing him some sense of solace. Not when, she could still see the flicker of hope in his eyes, the way he double takes when he walks by his own reflection only to be left dissatisfied. George had loved Fred. He had been his twin, his other half, he was supposed to be his life long companion. He is still adjusting on how to function without him, how to live life without his physical other half. And yet, he was still here, still trying to be the man y/n needed, even though he was incredibly broken too.
The longer it went on, the harder it became to pull away. George was a kind soul, and they truly did care for each other, there was no denying that. But Y/N knew she wasnβt ready to let go of Fred, and probably would never be. She wasnβt ready to let go of the life they had planned, of every single detail, big and small, she had imagined for them in the future. The life she shared with George, despite being filled with warmth and affection, could never replace what y/n and Fred had. George made her feel comfort, but Fred made her feel whole.
Every night, after these shared moments of vulnerability between the two, y/n found herself slipping out from Georgeβs embrace after assuring he had fallen asleep. Her heart hung heavy with guilt, as she walked through the darkened halls of the Burrow, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on her.
It was all too much, she was so aware of the villainous person she had become, how she's a nasty shell of the person she was once before, but she was clueless on how to put an end to it all, especially knowing the harm it will cause. But yet she still craved the touch of George so desperately, but only to momentarily stop the yearning she has for Fred. She has trapped herself in a cycle, struggling to face the consequences.
It became a routine that her feet would guide her towards the room that provided her with the greatest of memories. It became a regular occurrence for her to open the door that contained all that was left of her boyfriend, briefly imagining that he had simply nipped to the toilet and would be back any second now. Her fingertips gently skimmed over the photos he had stuck to his wall, her eyes obviously lingering on the ones that captured the pair of them at their happiest, them celebrating after a successful quidditch match, the opening of Weasley' Wizard Wheezes, or just the two embracing like they were the only two people in the world. She missed it all, not only Fred- but that wide eyed girl who had so many ambitions and was so ready to take on everything life had to offer. But now she sat, on what used to be here side of the bed, clinging to Fred's pillow as though it was him, not knowing how to ever move on.
She also couldn't help but think how angry Fred would be, not that she's attempted move on with George, but how she had not once properly considered the feelings of his grieving brother until it went beyond compare. She had always been so gentle with peoples feelings, so kind and compassionate, it was one of Fred's favourite traits about the girl- so why now in such a heavy time of grief for all, has that changed? Her thoughts were overflowing, it was eating her from the inside, out, she needed Fred- but the level of desperation shes portrayed has only led to further damage being done.
She wasnβt healing. She wasnβt moving on. She was just prolonging the inevitable, prolonging the pain for both of them. Not only would she have lost her partner but she'd be losing one of her bestest friends too. So as much as she wanted to stop, as much as she knew exactly how painful this unhealthy camaraderie would end, and how shallow and careless her actions were, she still couldn't help but find herself heading back into George's room. Gently lifting up the blanket and slipping her trembling body back onto the mattress, turning to face his sleeping body. He looked so incredibly peaceful, gently humming as she caressed his hair, the guilt consumed her as she pressed a kiss to his forehead before lifting up his arm and placing it around her waist- drifting off to the soft sounds of his breathing as she continued to break pieces of his heart in attempt to fix her own.
that sworn couple | r.b
Robin Buckley x Reader
summary: you and Robin, unbeknownst to you, have become that one couple the pair of you usually mock.
warnings: none
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It is guaranteed that at least once a week you find yourself entering 'Family Video' to see your two favourite people, you loved adventuring into the store, mostly because you could spend time with your girlfriend, but you'd never tell Steve that.
Robins eyes always light up when she sees you entering through the doors, dropping all of her tasks and jumping over the counter, wrapping you up in her arms, pressing soft kisses around your face, always causing you to giggle before sharing the same amount of affection towards her. You always stayed inside of 'Family Video' when visiting Robin, if it was up to her, she'd manipulate Steve in some sort of way into making him cover her shift so she could spend the day with you, instead of keeping you cooped up inside of her workplace, simply watching her work. However, you didn't want to be the reason that Robin loses her job, or is in potential risk of losing her job and you also appreciated Steves friendship too much to pressure him into covering Robin everytime you wanted to see eachother. Therefore when you pay your fave duo a visit, you find yourself sitting on the counter of the store, minimalistically distracting your girlfriend by praising her in compliments, for doing the smallest things, simply enjoying eachothers company as Steve complains about whatever is on his mind, but that part usually goes unnoticed.
Her tendency to think out loud increases when she is around you, rambling about her fantasies and how you are present in each one of her plans for the future. She is known to word vomit about her anxieties or small things that could of been a one word reply however when she is around you the words spilling out of her mouth are full of adoration, and if it is about a random object, or film in the store she'll always figure out a way to link it to you, for example she was speaking about an awful gory zombie movie the other day as she picked it up off of the shelf, and managed to turn the idea of 'the world ending by gormless brain eating beasts' into the idea of the pair of you 'escaping an apocalypse because you had eachother' its awfully corny but it always makes you happy, simply because Robin herseld, makes you happy. You currently find yourself sat on the counter with your legs dangling off as you watch your girlfriend sort out something on the computer, youre not too fussed about what she is doing, just how beautiful she looks doing it, your gaze seemingly has been held onto her longer than you thought because in the corner of her eye she caught you staring and chuckled over at you, "what you staring at" she teased as she turns her body, attention fully placed onto you, causing your cheeks to tint a shade of pink.
She walks a few steps, placing herself in between your legs as she placed a sweet kiss onto your forehead, causing your cheeks to tint a further shade of pink, a giggle leaving your lips, "just looking at my pretty girlfriend" you smiled up at her, causing her to smile down at you, the pair getting lost in eachothers eyes.
After a long while of the two of you being lost within your own thoughts, Steve spoke up, asking a question that had clearly been his mind for a while, "do you two ever get sick of each other?"
Robin sighed and sat up a little, "why would we get sick of each other?"
"Because you're always together," Steve answered with a shrug, "like all the time.", he took a long pause, thinking of how to word what he was saying without making you both overthink too much, causing the three of you to sit in an awkward silence, as you stare at the boy, running your thumb over the top of Robins hand as she stayed stood in between your legs, also staring at the boy, a look of confusion filling her face.
"It's not a bad thing, I was just curious because even if you're not together, you're talking about how much you love eachother to other people."
Both you and Robin started out as being the best of friends before you realised that the feelings you both had towards one another were beyond the point of platonic, however when you were simply friends, you constantly would mock the behaviour Steve portrayed when he was around girls he was attracted to, you would take the piss out of any of your friends 'honeymoon phases', you both audibly gagged at the words, "Suziepoo" Dustin Henderson once announced, the idea of the cringey couple stage simply amused the two of you, you found it absolutely pathetic, you never once questioned your own relationship as being the awkward to be around sort, as you genuinely were convinced that the cringey stage of constant affection skimmed over you both due to the amount you knock others for displaying public affecton.
Steves statement caused you and Robin to share a look, you had never realised how much time you spent with her until now, never realised how desperate you were for eachothers touch and words of affirmation, it took you this long to realise that the 'stage of the honeymoon' that you both constantly used to mock, is the stage you were currently going through. You hated to admit that Steve Harrington was right, if you weren't spending time together for whatever reason, you were talking to somebody about the next time you were going to spend time with eachother, and if you weren't talking about it, it was certain that the topic was on both of your minds.
You had never thought you would ever become so attached to someone to the point where you couldn't bear being apart from them, but something about Robin was different, the two of you seemed addicted to each other, a part of you finally understood certain behaviours your friends presented when it came to their significant other, however the whole idea of witnessing it does still make you cringe. You look down and notice your hand gently squeezing Robins, making your eyes widen as you truly comprehended the current reality of what you've became, you pulled your hand away from hers covering your mouth to hold back a half mortified, half joking laugh as you realise that even when being spoken to about how it is slightly odd that you cannot bear to be apart, you still find a way to touch eachother. You pull yourself fully onto the counter, trying to form a sentence out of your fits of giggles, watching Robins face drop as she over exaggeratedly slaps a hand over her mouth.
"Holy shit, we've become-" .
"Don't say it, we are better than this" Robin interrupted you as she covered her ears, over dramatically fake gagging.
"Robin, we need to accept it" you shudder at your own words, half laughing, "we've become the clingy couple that we constantly complain about." you watch Robin cringe at the idea of you and her behaving like 'those gross couples' in the street behave, derailing themselves from reality to solely focus on one another, and as the two of you come to terms with your current stage as a couple, you can hear Steve chuckling at the realisation of you both, the reaction to the current circumstance showing clearly just how perfect you are for one another.
looking back | e.m
Eddie Munson x Reader
summary: the reader is waiting for Eddie in his room and notices the pictures on his wall, bringing back happy memories.
warnings: self deprecation and bullying. slight angst.
word count: 3.6k
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The girl sat in the small room of her boyfriends trailer, she found the most comfort sat in the home of Eddie, even when he is not there, the scent of him gives her that loving feeling. She met Eddie in high school and the two hit it off instantly, however she did end up graduating in her designated year. Despite this, she has constantly been there for Eddie, helping him whenever she could and loving him no matter his dorky interests and his attitudes of being an outsider in society. If soulmates existed, y/n was certain that Eddie was hers, she loved that boy more than life itself. In y/n's eyes, that boy could do no wrong, she has grown more and more in love with every display of affection the boy gives her.
She was currently sat listening to Guns N' Roses' "Welcome To The Jungle" on her walkman waiting for Eddie to come back to his trailer, her arrival is so expected that Eddie got her a key cut. The girl was currently looking around Eddies room smiling at the surroundings as though it was her first time being in there, she always seems to find new things despite being in their five days a week. Her eyes stop when she realises that his guitar has photos of the two scattered around the guitar, with a messy written note which says "the two things I love the most" with an even messier smiley face underneath the words. Y/n giggled to herself, taking in the corniness of the sight before her, it was so cute, a little cringe, but over all it was an Eddie thing to do, a dorky, loving Eddie thing to do. She looked at each polaroid, taking off her headphones and placing the gadget on the floor, smiling at the memories that the couple had made together.
The photo that Eddies uncle took of the pair sleeping on the sofa.
Y/n took a gap year in order to spend more time with her boyfriend, due to him not graduating in the year of 84", she wanted to help him succeed in his studies so they could look at going to college together but also she didnt want to leave him alone in Hawkins just yet, she knew how lost rhey were without eachother, and she didnt want to put Eddie through that. This was the first time y/n stayed over at her boyfriends house with nobody else present in the home, the thought of stealing or anything disrespectful would have never even crossed her mind, she was just happily waiting for her boyfriend to return home from his first day back from Hawkins. Y/n would never claim herself as a protector of Eddie, however when she was around her boyfriend, despite his eccentric behaviour, nothing more than a dirty glace was given towards him, you weren't exactly a popular student, but you were well liked by all, making it hard for anybody to exactly judge your boyfriend. Nervous thoughts rushed through your mind, not only was Eddie deemed as an outsider but he also flunked his original graduation year, you knew he was tough enough on the outside to allow people to take the piss, but you also knew that he was a rather vulnerable person and as much as you will happily take care of him once he is home, you wish he wouldnt have to feel vunerable in the first place.
You were instantly snapped out of the sound of your thoughts once you heard the front door to Eddies trailer slam, "Y/n can you please go home" you heard his voice shake whilst not even looking at you, the pair just stay in silence for a few seconds before y/n approaches her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his back, when he eventually turns around, y/n is made aware of the tears staining his eyes and the fact his hair is damp, and the top he wore was not what he left in. All of her worse fears of Eddies first day back were coming true, she didnt know what else to do but engulf him in the biggest hug, causing him to break down in her arms, his head nuzzled into her shoulder.
They stay wrapped in eachothers arms for a few minutes, until Eddies crying turned into light sniffles, throughout the girl kept a tight grip on her boyfriend, wanting him to know hes loved purley from her embrace, she hated to see him like this. She always knew what he was thinking with how he acted physically, he was the the love of her life, of course she knew his vulnerabilities despite him seeming as though he is a tough guy. She knew he never liked to speak about it, no matter how hard she tried to to make him let her in, it wasn't because he didnt love her, it was because he was scared she'd no longer love him, scared he was too much of a failure, so he tried to hide himself away.
Therefore she just led him towards his sofa and allowed him to rest his head on her chest, grabbing a blanket that was thrown on to the floor and wrapping it around them both. She started slowly running her hands through his head, making him hum in comfort of the soothing sensation, then she quickly placed a soft kiss on the top of his head, making him lean up to look into her eyes, "baby?" he gently said, his voice still slightly wimpering, "yes Eds" her heart shattering hearing his broken voice, looking down into his eyes. He fidgets his position, getting as close to y/n as possible, "why does everybody hate me" he says shyly, avoiding any possible eye contact, shying away into y/ns neck, that statement alone broke the girl, she hated the idea of her boyfriend not realising how amazing he is, she hated how dickheads who have no life could break somebody so far down after one day. The girl tightened her grip on her boyfriend as hard as she could, lifting his head up from her shoulder which he slowly allowed her to do, despite his embarrassment, she started pressing sweet kisses across his face, making his cheeks slowly turn pink. "Sweet baby, I wish I could make everybody see you how I see you, including yourself, you are the most incredible person I know, people in this world are evil, and you deserve none of that" she whispers whilst holding his face between her hands, pressing a long kiss on his lips making him half smile, "I wish I could protect you from everything because you, Eddie Munson, are too perfect for this shitty world" she continues staring into his eyes, making his cheeks turn pink once again, the girl could tell he didnt want to talk about the situation right now, she could he felt daft. "Lets just lie here for now baby", she says placing his head back onto her chest, pressing her lips to his head once more. He happily obliged, letting himself relax onto her chest.
This was the night Eddie knew he was going to be with y/n for the rest of his life, he loved her more than anything before however this night made him aware that, no matter what, y/n would love and appriciate him, no matter how unpopular he is, no matter how pathetic he may seem crying like a baby over being bullied, he realised that she will love him on his worst days and she will be there whenever he needs her, she simply just loved him for him and he'll always love her for her, for the rest of their lives. And that night y/n realised that Eddie was capable of breaking down his walls for her, trusted her enough to let her in despite how hard it was for him, similarly to Eddie, despite loving him more than anything prior after this night she could truly see him in her life forever.
Eddie and y/n ended up fast asleep on that sofa until the morning, and when Eddies uncle came home he thought nothing of taking a photo of the sleeping couple with the camera that was placed on the kitchen counter. Y/ns head placed on top of Eddies, as Eddies head is hanging off of y/ns shoulder, their hands intertwined and the blanket barley covering them. He thought it would be a comical photo they'd laugh at for a second and then it'd get put in a cupboard, he didn't realise he captured a photo of such an important moment in the couples relationship, a photo that is happily placed on Eddies wall to remind him of one of his worse days that turned into one of his best memories because of y/n. The day he realised just how important y/n is to him, made him realise y/n doesnt think any less of him despite his lack of popularity. The day y/n realised Eddies true vulnerabilities, which made her realise that they both truly trust eachother, made her realise how much she truly adored him, not matter his weakness'.
Eddie kissing y/n on the forehead in a candid photo that Dustin accidently took one time in a D&D session.
Y/n never really understood the passion that Eddie has for the game Dungeons and Dragons, better known as d&d. However, she'd always be supportive of the activities Eddie partook in, especially if that activity made him as happy as this game did. She never wanted to get in the way of his sessions, seeming like a clingy girlfriend, nor did she want him to realise you still didn't exactly understand what the game was despite how many times he has explained the process of it, which is why she never commonly attended sessions unless he asked her to. Recently though the two were inseparable, and just craved eachothers attention, therefore y/n has been at every d&d session, despite not playing, she stayed and watched for the many hours that the campaigns go on for, simply enjoying the excitement that the game brings to Eddie, smilimg at his face lighting up at what he is doing, even though you didnt understand it, she played along so Eddie didnt feel as though he was boring her, which he wasn't anyway.
Throughout the game he was checking on his girlfriend to see if she was okay, for a lot of the game she was sat in between his legs, his head resting on her shoulder so he could still continue with the game whilst showing you affection, pressing kisses on her neck when he wasnt present in the game. "Get a room" Mike gagged catching y/n giggling at Eddie kissing up her neck, Eddie simply scoffs saying "fuck off Wheeler, carry on the came" before pressing one last kiss on y/ns shoulder and putting his full attetion back onto the game.
After a while of being zoned out, as the campaign got more intense, she gently got up off of Eddie's lap smiling as she remembered that she had put her camera in the bag, you were rather tired and didn't understand that there would be a problem with suggesting we took a photo of us all. She flipped the camera, being further away from everyone, hoping it'd get everybody in shot, Eddie's friends liked y/n, however they preffered D&D so when the flash of the camera put them off of the game, they instantly all lashed out at the girl who was just trying to do something sweet.
"what the fuck y/n"
"Eddie this is why she stays at home"
"Come on y/n what the fuck"
It made the girl feel stupid, she flinched at the bombardment of yelling and threw her camera on the floor, luckily not breaking it, attempting to compose herself, "shut the fuck up, it was an accident" she heard her boyfriend defending her before checking if she was okay, making the gang shut up and awkwardly look at one another, her attention was solely on the floor in embarrassment, therefore she didnt notice Dustin picking up the camera, trying to figure out how to use this particular make in order make her feel better.
Eddie took y/n into his arms whispering a simple "you shouldve stayed in my lap, i was rather comfy" laughing slightly to make her feel better, making her look up at him and smile, her eyes shutting as he gently pressed his lips against her head. Suddenly a flash of a camera took them out of their moment, making them jump out of their position, "oops" you heard the curly haired boy say, "at least you know how we felt now" Jeff laughed setting all of them into small laughing, "right enough with that camera" the girl smiled grabbing it off of Dustin, "get back to your game" she says shoving Eddie back into his seat before taking her place back into his lap smiling happily.
When she got home, she realised just how sweet that photograph was, the pair looked so happy and in love. Despite it not necessarily being the happiest of moments, nor being a rather important memory to keep, Dustin Henderson definitely knew how to take an adorable photo.
A photo that was not a polaroid, it was instead a photo ripped out of the school newspaper in 84" it was of y/n in her graduation clothes being picked up into a hug by Eddie, the two smiling into a kiss.
This was a hard day for the couple, they both knew that Eddie had not graduated, she wanted this to be her happy day, this was a huge milestone in her life however the idea of Eddie not being able to join her whilst taking this milestone shattered her heart, she obviously had to put herself first, because as much as she adored her boyfriend, she couldnt give up her future for him but she just wished he didn't fool around and waste his year away, the girl wished she helped him succeed, looking back there were so many opportunities were she could of forced him to tag along to the library with her. But it was too late now, because y/n is currently dressed in her grad outfit whilst Eddie stands by her side, his and in hers as she shyly smiles at him and squeezes his hand. She had told Eddie he didnt need to attend her graduation as she didnt want him to start belittling himself over the fact he did not graduate, however he was adamant he wanted to cheer you on, and constantly told her how proud he was of her. He was happily ready to sit in the crowd with your parents and cheer his girlfriend as she received her prized certificate, watching his beautiful girlfriend walk back down from the crowd and notice him smiling at her success. He might have a slight tear in his heart, knowing he wasn't good enough, however he knew that was his own fault and right now he needed to be supportive of y/n , his incredible girl.
Before she went and sat in her allocated seats she gave her mother and father a quick hug, asking Eddie to take a quick photo of the three of them together, in which your father put two fingers behind her head to represent bunny ears whilst making a shocked face, making you laugh as Eddie took the photo and her mother was just smiling sweetly. Shortly after Eddie pressed a quick kiss onto y/ns lips, making her hum in pleasure before her mom insisted that the pair got a photo, taking the camera off of Eddie and snapping a picture of the two of them smiling happily, his head resting on top of her head. "Right you better get going" her father laughed signalling at an array of students already sitting, making the girl snap back into reality. She was about to graduate, she didnt fully process that yet. She blew a quick kiss to all three of them before rushing off to find her seat.
For the majority of the graduation she was zoned out, nervously waiting for her turn to walk up on stage, politely clapping when she realised everybody else was clapping. She wasn't purposely trying to be disrespectful, the realisation was only just hitting her that her future was approaching quickly, it terrified her. Her thoughts suddenly stopped raiding her brain when "y/n l/n" suddenly was said out of the speakers, it startled her, her hands were trembling, but the second she head three different tones of cheering, followed by polite clapping made her nerves suddenly fade. She didn't have to look back to know who these three people were, your mother, your father and Eddie will always be your biggest fans. A grin filling your facd as you headed towards the stage, accepting your certificate, shaking hands, all that jazz before reapproaching her seat, noticing her boyfriend smiling so widley, blowing her a quick kiss- which made her heart flip. She quickly pretended to put the kiss into her pocket before returning back to your seat.
After it all ended, happily throwing her cap up into the air, cheering and smiling with all of her other classmates, sharing hugs and words of encouragement for everybodys futures, simply enjoying the moment, she didnt spend another second without rushing into Eddies arms. He spotted to running over and allowed you to jump into his arms, securing you in one arm his hand placed underneath you and the other hand messily wrapped in her hair, looking into her eyes whispering a quick "im so proud of you" before pressing his lips against hers, smiling against her lips as her grip around his neck tightened. It was honestly one of the best days of your life, and knowing Eddie was there to root for her made it even better.
It wasn't until y/ns mother rushed into her room three days later, that she knew that sweet moment the pair shared was captured, she threw the local newspaper in her face exclaming, "look at page three!" already picking up the newspaper and finding it for the girl, shoving it in her face happily. After she had adjusted her eyes to see the photo, a huge smile spread across her face, "oh my god, i have to show Eds" she squealed happily, grabbing the paper, hugging her smiling mum before leaving putting on her shoes to drive to Eddies, before she left she heard your father yell, "give him that copy, we got two", she quickly yelled back her thanks before shooting off.
The newspaper was mainly about the class of 84β, however on page three the entire page, minus small text saying "Hawkins graduate y/n l/n and her boyfriend, after she had graduated" was an image of the couple sharing a sweet kiss filled with pure happiness, she was slightly upset with the lack of mention by the lack of Eddies name, however you were shocked that the photo even made it in as, you were so deep in the moment you didnt even notice a camera but also as Eddie was also meant to be a Hawkins graduate but flunked so you simply didnt expect it to of been showed of him not wearing his outfit, clearly showing he didnt make it, either way the image was beautiful. When you showed Eddie he smiled so widley, his eyes not leaving the image for a while before grabbing scissors and cutting the image out of the paper, and happily pressing a kiss against your lips. You never knew what he did with that photo until now.
Before she can look through the other photos, she hears the door open instantly pulling away the attention to the pictures, the sound of the door is followed by a "I'm home" making y/n's stomach flip at the sound of her boyfriends voice, a smile forming on her face as she rushes to greet him. Engulfing the scrawny boy in a hug happily muttering a, "missed you" into his chest, resulting in Eddie smiling down at his girlfriend, gently pressing a quick kiss to the top of the head, "missed you more" he says smilining down at the girl. The pair stay silent, in the comfort of eachothers embrace before the boy suddenly speaks, "what have you been up to all day, im almost certain that my room isn't that interesting" he chuckles at himself, looking down at his girlfriend one again, who is now looking up at him with pure adoration in her eyes, "mainly just listening to your cassettes, thinking 'bout you" she giggles shyly. Despite how long the couple has been together, Eddie will always give y/n 'tingly' feelings.
He simply smiles at her response, finally taking himself away from the long embrace they shared and walking to the kitchen counter, placing bread into the toaster, he didn't ask the girl if she was hungry, instead he just made what he knew she enjoyed. As he took the freshly toasted bread out of the toaster, the girl hopped up onto the counter, smiling happily at her boyfriend who is now finishing up his creations. "I saw your new little photo collection, i didnt know how many photos we had together" she said grabbing a slice of toast, taking a bite hungrily, the statement made Eddies eyes light up, making his cheeks turn a deep shade of pink, the girl took the shyness of her boyfriend as a big enough response,Β
"it was cute, i feel honoured to be in the same league as your guitar" she sweetly smiles, Eddie looks at his girlfriend who was currently finishing off her slice of toast with pure adoration in his eyes, suddenly not being able to resist another second without her in his arms. With that same loving look in his eyes, he swiftly scoops y/n up into his arms, allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, a high pitched giggle leaving her lips, "I think at this point, y/n, I love you more than that guitar" he says, his voice serious but his facial expression looking rather cheeky. Y/n's response to the boy's statement was simply an over exaggerated gasp making the pair laugh, before sharing a sweet, meaningful kiss, whilst wrapped up in eachothers arms.
As much as y/n enjoyed looking back at the old memories with the love of her life, she loves being in the presence of the man she plans to spend the rest of her life with, making even more memories for her future self to look back on.
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bumpy ride | b.h
Billy Hargrove x reader.
summary: whilst on a drive, you found your boyfriend more attractive than ever, to a point where neither of you could wait until you reached privacy.
word count: 3.1k
minors dni, 18+
warnings: smut, car sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex.
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The bass of 'Super Freak' by Rick James played through the speakers of your boyfriends '1979 Chevrolet Camaro Z-28', as he drove through the dimly lit, fairly empty road ahead of you both. Billy was tapping his wheel to the beat of the song playing from the car, but it faded into background noise as you stared at his beauty. Taking in each feature of his face, with feelings of both adoration and lust.
His father had forced him to take his little sister to her friends house, and he was too tired to get into another meaningless argument with him, therefore he took Max to her friends home, other than not wanting to have another few bruises marking his skin, he also knew that you, his beautiful girlfriend, lived in a house that was on the way to the location he was heading, once he had gotten rid of Max, he'd have a peaceful moment with you all alone. Billy simply wanted you all to himself.
Billy was dressed in those tight blue jeans that fit him so well, even when he was sat on the car seat, you could picture how gorgeous his ass looked in the denim material. He was also in that burgundy button down that you absolutely adored, however only three buttons were done up, towards the bottom of the shirt exposing his toned stomach, the simply sight of him was getting y/n worked up, her eyes constantly glacing down towards Billys exposed body. He was also in a brown jacket however you didn't see much of that as the second Max had left the car, it was thrown into the back seat, allowing the girl to have an easier view of the lack of skin his top is covering.
One of his hands were placed on the wheel of his car, tapping away to the music, however you payed no attention to what that hand was doing as his other hand was unknowingly caressing your inner thigh, he does this everytime you are in his car, he pretends to not realise how your skin pricks up when his hands is inches away from your core, acts as though he doesn't notice when you flinch you legs ever so slightly together whilst he rubs the bare skin of your inner thigh ever so softly. Each time he smirks to himself, but it always goes unnoticed, he especially enjoys watching the pleasure on your face, which you do not realise is so evident, when he removes his hand to light a cigarette, the sight of your boyfriend inhaling the cancer inducing stick also fuels something inside of you, you find enjoyment in watching him do something so simple, so sexily, however you'd much prefer his hand teasing the in between on your legs.
You simply couldn't bring yourself to remove your eyes from your boyfriend, his hair slightly messier than usual, you could tell he had been constantly running his fingers through it stressfully before finally giving in to dropping his sister off- you smiled at the thought. His face looked so handsome, you always thought he was the most beautiful boy to exist however tonight just felt different to most nights. You cared a little differently about not being touched up by him, almost as though you craved him, needed nothing more than his hands on you.
He was still soley focused on the road ahead, alongside the cig placed between his fingers, you sighed to get some attention whilst slightly fidgeting in your seat to insinuate that you needed him, your sight and attention never leaving his figure. He side eyed you before focusing his attention back on to the road ahead, smiled deviously at your behaviour, "you're staring." You gently giggle at his statement, edging the seat, to be as close as physically possible to him, "You look so sexy when you drive Billy" you smile innocently, resting your head in your hands, your elbows leaning on the arm rest of the car, "just cant resist you" you press your lips together, before sitting back into your seat normally. "You're so cute" Billy chuckles, not even sparing you a glance, before throwing his cigarette out of the window and placing his hand back onto your thigh, squeezing it gently causing you to slightly flinch out of pure bliss.
Billy glanced over at you smirking at how pathetically touch deprived you looked, practically squirming in the seat beside him, he gave your thigh another gentle squeeze, resulting in your thighs pressing themselves together. Billy gave you no warning he was coming over, therefore you dressed yourself quickly, putting on a short skirt and a big top, under the skirt you were covered by an extremely thin pair of panties, so currently your core is even more sensitive to Billys sweet touch. He kept his hand in the position, as you clearly enjoyed that, however he was still trying to keep composure due to his current position of driving, begging he'd find an appropriate place to park up soon.
You confidently reached over and placed your hand on your boyfriends inner thigh, feeling him slightly tense up under your touch, you could see his face heat up as he muttered your name sternly, whilst trying his hardest not to lose all concentration of the road and enjoy your touch. "Y/n", he said this time a little louder, attempting to keep assertiveness in his voice, you simply hummed at the sound of your name being spoken, smiling devilishly as your eyes meet his, you feel him shift slightly as you lightly stroke his thigh. "Y/n, im driving", Billy slightly groaned, trying his best not to lean his head back whilst you please him.
"I know." you mutter, unbuttoning his tight jeans, eyes fully focused on his crotch, you feel him gently hoist himself up so you can pull them down, you giggle at the action before tugging at his jeans so theyre simply hanging at this ankles. You feel his hand once again caressing your inner thigh causing you to smile up at him, which resorts in him pressing a kiss against your head before focusing his eyes back on to the road, making you to hum in delight before continuing what you are doing. Your hands slowly tease his tip, making Billy flinch at the sudden touch of his slowly throbbing member. His focus on the road became more intense as he tried his hardest not to lose total control to your manipulation, groans leaving his lips as your fingers toyed more with the tip of his penis. He felt you spread your legs welcoming his hand further into your middle, making his hand grip onto the wheel, trying his hardest to regain full concentration.
Billys mouth dropped as he let out a low groan, his hand turning red as he tightened his grip further onto the wheel. He was so close to slamming his foot on the breaks and feeling pure bliss, you were driving him crazy, his cheeks were now turning red, as he drove along the road, looking around for anywhere to stop the car so he could destroy your dripping core.Β He eventually reached his breaking point as he felt you lick the veins on the sides of his pulsing cock, he needed you right now, he couldn't take the teasing anymore, he quickly pulled over into an dark alleyway, knowing it was night time and his windows were slightly tinted, he was certain you wouldnt get caught. You pulled away from Billy as the car stopped, smiling at him with pure lust in your eyes, "you are the devil" he lowly chuckles, with pure sexual desire in his tone of voice before instantly pulling you intto the long awaited kiss you were desperate for, your tounges messily found eachother, whilst you both let out desperate moans. Billys hand wrapped around your throat, making you squeeze your thighs together in enjoyment at his sweet touch, you fidgeted slightly towards Billy so you could unbuckle your seat belt leaning more into the kiss, needing to be closer to him. Billy gently pulled away, making you extremely needy and moaning at the lack of touch, he placed a kiss on the corner of your lips before reaching eagerly for the lever on his seat causing the chair to fall back, keeping his eyes focused solely into yours, smirking suggestively for you to get on top of him.
"Fuck baby." Billy moaned out as you sat back, the windows of the car were already fogging up, as you took all of Billys member inside of you, grinding your soaked cunt up and down him as you moaned in pleasure at the feeling of Billys cock filling your insides. Billy watched in pleasure, with a smirk covering his face as you took his dick with ease, he couldn't resist the sight of your tits slightly bobbing in front of his face, he rather agressivley spanked your right breast, causing you to whimper before pressing his mouth onto your nipple, leaving marks across your breast. His marks of possession slowly lead up to your neck as he puts a hand in your hair, pulling you towards him as you hips are still working wonders, he messily digs his teeth into your neck in several spots, finding your sweet spot, leading you to buck your hips on top of him as he smirks into your neck before proceeding. He presses a small kiss against your mouth before sliding his hands back down to your ass, holding himself up so he can pound himself into you, making you shake in pleasure, moans loudly leaving your body and Billy slams every inch inside of you. Your walls clenched around him as his hips clap against your ass, causing you to bite your lip and hold you head back to hold in your orgasm. His hands gripped your ass hard as he held you in place, continuing to pound himself into you, as you grinded your cunt against his cock, whimpering as he reached all your best spots.Β
You moaned out, gripping onto Billys shoulders as you rid out your high, Billy let out a groan as he takes your face into his hands and keeps his lips lingering on your forhead as you both came at the same time, moans from both of your lips echoing throughout the car. Billys pace slowed down as he got more breathless, sweat dripping down his forehead, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you as he let out low moans. To hush your moans he kissed you, as he filled you up completely, feeling his warm fluids flow through your cunt, you let out a soft moan at the feeling, you two are messily exploring eachothers mouths with your tounges as he drains himself inside of you, loud moans echoing around you both as you both finish fulfilling your pleasures.
Billy layed back on to his chair breathlessly, holding you in his arms whilst you press your head against his chest, his cock still twitching inside of you, you could hear his heart beating ever so quickly. You both peacefully layed in one anothers arms, the only thing breaking the silence being the sound of yours and Billys heavy breathing, as you regained composure. You slowly pulled yourself off of him, as he slightly moves up the reclined chair, you sat between his legs, you both watching his warm cum drip out of you, he sits up slowly his fingers reaching to touch your core, gathering up a mixture of both of your fluids and bringing his fingers to your lips. You slowly suck the substance off of his fingers, smiling at his as you do so and pressing your lips together. "You're so beautiful" he whispers before pressing a kiss against your lips softly, making you shyly smile before pulling up the chair recliner and settling yourself back onto his chest, making Billy engulf you in his arms once again, pressing a another sweet kiss onto your head. You both sat in a peaceful silence before Billy spoke up, "Me listening to my dick of an old man payed off for once" he laughed, making you look up into his eyes, smiling at his statement before resting your head back onto his chest. "I guess we should head back" you mutter quietly into his chest, not wanting to ruin the moment, however he leans his head back onto the cars head rest, his grip tightening around your waist as he closes his eyes shut before letting out a low, sad hum, "few more minutes".
