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Listen the things I would absolutely do for like 28 movies of just straight whole days of Anakin Skywalker, like I realize it would be boring for other people but I would die for that. Since we do not have it though, take some of my domestic Anakin headcannons:

You genuinely cannot convince me that Anakin doesn’t snore. Like not loud snores, just quiet little ones. Because he’s such a “go, go, go” personality that I feel like when he does get to sleep it’s a deep sleep, so he just softly snores. (when he’s having a nightmare it’s little whimpers instead)

Personally, PERSONALLY I know this man picks his aftershave/cologne based off the smell vs. usability. I just feel like he’s so conscious of what he smells like, that he has to always smell like this specific thing

I think he definitely tends to subconsciously preserve water. Like, won’t leave the sink dripping, takes fast showers, if he pours himself a glass of water at 3 am he finishes the whole thing instead of dumping a little out like I tend to do, but he never realizes he’s doing it and it doesn’t affect his life in a major way, it’s just one of his take aways from Tatooine

Speaking of take aways from Tatooine. You’re telling me Anakin isn’t the King of Spice ™ ??? You’re gonna sit here and tell me that??? Absolutely not get outta here

SPEAKING OF SPICE, he’s such a good cook. His mom absolutely 100% taught him how to cook and he has such a taste for it. He’s the type of person who can take a bite of something and name everything in it.

He taught Ahsoka how to cook. And he literally said “No family member of mine is going to be a bad cooker Ahsoka, get in the kitchen.” When she offhandedly mentioned that the most she could do was heat up something in the fridge.

Absolutely thinks of Ahsoka like his kid. I also agree with brother/sister, but like he raised her 100% so he thinks of her as his first kid, and was like “Oh I already did this once I’m so excited to do it again” when Padmé told him she was pregnant. (also was going to have the baby call Ahsoka their older sister LIKE LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME IM WRONG DO IT I DARE YOU)

He does the laundry too, like I feel like he really likes mundane chores because they are a stable, constant thing that have to be done. Like if he’s overwhelmed he’ll go do the dishes for a while, or vacuum, or sit and fold laundry. I just feel like he’s the type of person that likes that

However, his room? Absolutely an organized mess. Like he knows where everything is and its mostly droid parts, or half finished projects but it still looks messy. His robes are folded nicely, and his bed is made, but wow are there parts everywhere.

Also we been knew that this man is a genius but he literally built the equivalent of a fucking car from scratch when he was NINE, he builds droids all the time. He’ll make little droids all the time, and they’ll just follow him around his living quarters at his heel sometime, like puppies. When he has too many he walks down the Jedi hall and drops them off at their respective location like “Hello I made another bandage droid and uh, he needs a home” and just make sure all of his droid kids have good loving homes where they are being useful. Anakin has supplied at least 200 droids in his time in the Temple.

He likes to visit the Youngling creche to just sit and read to the kids because despite what happened after he fell, I really think Anakin likes kids. So if he’s having a particularly bad day he’ll go hold the youngest babies and just sit in a chair and rock them (the crechmasters will never say this, but Anakin gained their whole trust and hearts the first time they caught him singing a lullaby to a crying child)

HES SUCH A GOOD SINGER, IVE SAID IT ONCE AND I WILL SAY IT AGAIN

Uh okay I’m going to stop there for now because I could keep going BUT I really shouldn’t because this wasn’t prompted at all. (For everyone reading this, slide into my ask box if you want any x reader fics based on these, or if you want more or different types of headcannons!!!)

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the road back to you — billy hargrove

summary: as you find salvation from your grief in the form of a beat-up car, you may find what you’re looking for in the most unlikely of places. aka, when billy’s girlfriend falls under attack by vecna, he’ll fight through death itself to save her. pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader category: angst with happy ending content warnings: temporary canon character death (billy), language, descriptions of grieving word count: 6k a/n: hi y'all !! i'm really proud of my work on this one, it was fun to do. just a note, any blocks of italics is a memory/flashback.

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It goes like this—the moment you realize you love him is also the moment you realize you’re going to lose him.

It’s simple, really. You saw the moment El was able to reach him from wherever he was locked away, you saw the moment he stood and set his shoulders back, determined to carry out whatever plan he had come up with in the narrow seconds he had to himself. You saw the moment he stepped forward, never once looking back at you—does he know you couldn’t handle a goodbye even if he offered one? 

You saw the moment he stared down the thing that had taken away his choices for so long, and you knew he never intended to step foot outside of Starcourt again.

People often say the worst moments of your life happen in slow motion, but this time it all happened in one terrifying instant, too quick for you to do anything but watch.

“Billy!” You were sure the word wasn’t yours, that some other voice had screamed with enough force to scratch their throat to shreds. It wasn’t your feet launching you down the broken escalators, taking as many steps at a time as you could manage without tripping. The Mind Flayer was gone, but the damage it had inflicted hadn’t vanished miraculously with it. Even from across the room you could see what it left behind on the man you loved—too much blood, every limb far too still, red everywhere, why was it everywhere?

Max made it there first, dropping to the ground beside him with enough force against her knees that it makes you wince. You practically slide across the tile to reach him too, hands grabbing one of his. His are dirty, mixed with the dirt and blood of too many of your friends, from him. They’re still his though, with the same rough callouses you used to spend so much time trailing your fingers across. You cradle his hand between both of yours, pressing a kiss to the back of his fingers as though that might take the pain away. Because there wasn’t anything you could do for him now but this, you’d try to bring him as much peace as you could, knowing he deserved so much more.

“—’m sorry,” he choked out, and you wished you’d never had to see the way blood slipped from those lips with his words. Already you could feel the sight imprinting on your mind, scarring over the once cheerful memories the two of you had made in this mall.

“Billy,” Max repeated, voice barely there through the tears that threatened to silence her, “please.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured the two of them, lower lip quivering around the words. Salt and iron mixed at your own lips as tears trail down your bloodied face, and a sob threatened to tear through your already scratchy throat. “It’s okay, it’s going to be okay.”

It looked like he wanted to say more. You watched helplessly as his lips parted and closed a few times, gasps coming out instead of the words he wanted. You leaned forward, hand resting against his cheek and trying to ignore the blood that stained it. There was so much you wanted to tell him, so many hopes and dreams you’d never quite shared with him in search of the right moment. There never would be a right moment now, and that thought alone was enough to constrict your heart.

But this moment wasn’t about you, it was about the fear in his blue eyes as he looked between you and Max, as his lips still struggled to voice the final words he wanted to tell each of you.

Billy needed peace, so you would give it to him in the only way you knew how. 

“We’ll be okay,” you told him, blinking away the tears in a desperate attempt to keep looking at him for as long as you could. Because up until this moment, you’d assumed you had forever, you took the ability to see Billy for granted. And now forever was reduced down to seconds, and you had too many words to say.

“I’ll take care of her, I promise,” you continued, not missing the way his shoulders relaxed just a fraction at the promise. You brushed away the stray curls that fell into his face even now, trying to memorize every inch of his face before he left you. For just a moment, through all the blood and signs of battle, you could almost imagine this was any other night. The two of you were laying in your bed, whispers falling between you as you fought to hide from your family. He would grin and hold onto you, saying he didn’t care if they found the two of you like this, and you’d laugh and say he might, your family could be scary when they were protective. They don’t need to protect you from me, Sweetheart, I’d never hurt you. What a fucking lie that was.  “I promise, we’ll be okay. All because of you, you saved us.”

When his breath stuttered and his chest grew gravely still, you felt your world grow colder. It was an immediate change, a crack in the dream you’d once had for how your life would end up. Because how could you ever have your happy ending when the person you wanted to share it with was laying here, in your arms, cold?

And when the paramedics finally pulled him from your hands, you were still whispering the same words.

I love you, I love you so much.

“Max! If you make me late to work again, we’re gonna have real problems!” you shouted through the rolled-down window of his—your—car.

“No, we won’t,” Max shouted back from the front door of her mom’s trailer, messing around with slipping a tape into her Walkman at the step instead of doing it in the car. “I know better.”

“Well, this time we will have problems,” you retorted, rolling your eyes at the level of sass the girl had. Though even now, you knew she had a point. No matter what she did, no matter how many words she tossed at you when she was frustrated, you would be there for her. You’d made a promise, nearly a year ago now. “Can we go, please? Harv is forgiving, but I don’t want to test his patience.”

Though she didn’t acknowledge you, at least Max sped up a little and climbed into the passenger seat as quickly as possible. You sighed when immediately headphones were placed over the girl’s ears and her head turned to face out the side window. After everything that had happened, you’d never expected her to be the same Max she’d been before but you’d hoped that she wouldn’t be this pulled back from the world. It seemed all she did anymore was drown everyone out in the music, only slipping off those headphones to convince everyone else that she was, in fact, fine.

You’d heard it from just about everyone now, that they were worried about Max but she’d stopped talking to them. Friends, teachers, and even Joyce Byers had called you once to say that Mike had mentioned what was going on to El. They all looked to you for help, expecting you to save her from the grief that threatened to drown her. But you weren’t a lifeguard like her brother, and all you could do was desperately reach for her hand and hope she’ll hold on someday. Until then, there was nothing you could do. Just like her brother, you couldn’t save her.

So you drove her to school every morning and took a few minutes off of work in the afternoon to drive her back home on the days her mother was working late. When she needed to go somewhere else, she knew to call you no matter the time. Sometimes she did, asking you to drive her to places just on the edge of town. You’d sit in the car and wait while she sat out there, watching the stars. You never knew what she did there, but if it helped then you’d take endless sleepless nights. All you could hope for was that, in time, she might open up to someone again even if that someone wasn’t you.

“Have a good day at school, kiddo,” you told her as you approached the school, and she must’ve barely heard you through whatever she was playing because Max graced you with a smile and nod before she slipped out the car. You stayed there for only a moment, making sure she got safely inside the building before you headed off toward work.

Harv’s mechanic shop was on the edge of town, giving you a long drive to destress. Every morning was the same anymore—you’d turn on music from a band you hardly liked but you’d found the tape on the floorboard the first time you’d worked up the nerve to slide into the driver’s seat. It had been sitting on the bottom of the backseat right where you remembered hiding it, when Billy spent an entire week listening to nothing but that song. Where before you only rolled your eyes at his off-key singalong, now you drove down country roads humming the tune with tearful eyes. ‘I’ve been waiting for a girl like you to walk into my life.’ 

And though you knew the car could handle faster speeds—Billy, slow down! Are you trying to get us in a wreck?—you’d take it barely over the speed limit, taking your time with the feel of the wheel under your fingers and the sound of the engine you’d come to adore. You’d never expected to see it again, much less spend so much time inside it. You often wondered what he would have thought if he could see you driving it around town. Would he smile fondly or would he sigh, reminding you there were better ways to take care of a car as beautiful as that one. Maybe you would roll your eyes back, proclaiming that if only he were still here, he could tell you what to do with it. But he wasn’t, so all you could do was use your best judgment.

When Max came to you in July in near tears, you didn’t know what else could have gone wrong. You were ready to fight anyone who dared to hurt her while she was already down, grieving someone she didn’t know she could grieve.

“He’s getting rid of the car,” Max hiccupped out after you’d brought her into your house, sliding a cup of coffee her way you knew her mother would have scolded you for. “I shouldn’t care, but, he’s just going to junk it and—”

“Who?” you asked, “Why?”

“Neil,” Max practically spit out, and though you knew she didn’t have a good relationship with him either you’d never heard such vitriol in her voice before. “He’s leaving town, and he wants to make as much money as possible selling his son’s stuff before he does, apparently.”

“Well, I promise you that car’s not getting scrapped,” you told her, already standing up from your seat at the kitchen bar. You grabbed your keys and hurried to find your wallet, a fierceness in your gait that hadn’t been there since the Fourth.

“How do you know that?” Max asked, following you out of the house and into your car. Any other time, you might’ve felt a warmness in your heart at the knowledge that she trusted you so much she’d follow you anymore without any explanation.

You shrugged, eyes on the road as you were speeding faster than you ever normally would. There was no way you’d be too late to talk to Neil, though, that was for sure. When you got there, you’d insist on buying the car off of him, taking whatever price he demanded because, to you, it was a priceless win. There were too many memories built into that car, too many smiles and laughs. You’d do what it took to make sure Billy’s pride and joy was saved. You weren’t an expert with cars, but you’d become one if that’s what it took. “I needed a new car anyway.”

The Camaro had sat untouched in your garage for a month before you were able to even look at it without crying, much less try to drive it. But eventually, you were able to sit in the driver’s seat without blurry vision and you set to work determined to restore its beauty after the damage it sustained at Starcourt. So you slipped Billy’s necklace over the rearview mirror and set out to find a way to bring the car back to life.

That was how you’d ended up with your current job at the local mechanic’s shop. You needed guidance in fixing the thing up and Harv was more than willing to impart his knowledge to someone else. After years of focusing on only the job, you were the closest thing to family he would ever get. He’d become something of a mentor to you over time, trading repair tips for well-cooked lunches. It wasn’t too much of a surprise when the older man offered you a job at the shop, making up some excuse that he’d rather focus on the cars instead of the business side of the shop. He let you work on the cars too, in between balancing the books and taking the occasional phone call. It was hard work, but you appreciated the chance to keep your hands busy before your mind filled in the blanks with memories you wished you could forget. 

“Forget the morning coffee?” Harv asked when you finally stepped through the shop. “You’re looking more tired than usual, tell me you’ve been sleepin’.”

“I can tell you if you want,” you hedged, slipping two brown paper bags into the fridge before grabbing a hand towel to throw over your shoulder. There were some days you needed more distractions than normal, and on those, he’d usually let you do more work on the cars than in the office. 

“Havin’ more dreams?” he asked, and the non-answer was enough for Harv to get the picture. For the past several months, you’d been plagued with nightmares of that night, of the immediate days after, of having to plan a funeral because his family couldn’t be bothered, of d—

“Please, please, no!” you screamed, the blankets becoming your new prison as you fought to escape them. Your voice was hoarse as you tumbled out of bed, landing on the same hip that was already bruised from previous impacts.

It was only two weeks after the ‘tragic fire’ at Starcourt, your wounds beginning their slow fade away. The nightmares seemed to get worse when you realized, that, soon you would lose any evidence of that night, of the sauna, of Billy fighting to stay with you all. Because he’d fought, no matter what the party seemed to think of him. You hated that you mourned the loss of the deep bruise around your wrist from where he’d grabbed it at the Mind Flayer, when you’d gotten roped into trapping him in the pool sauna.

“Y/N?” 

Fuck.

Max had been sleeping in the guest room of your parents’ house since the incident, admitting that it was too hard to be in the house where Billy had been. She’d told you it was confusing, seeing the rooms where he’d yelled at her so badly she’d cried but wishing he could be there to do it again. She hated the way Neil and her mom seemed to ignore what happened, carrying on as though nothing had ever gone wrong.

And you’d promised Billy that she would be okay, so you’d told her she could stay as long as she needed while she worked through her grief. You just never expected her to see yours, too.

“I’m okay,” you gasped, pulling yourself to your feet and trying to fix your rumpled pajamas and hoping she could hear through your closed door. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“You didn’t, I was awake,” Max answered, slowly opening the bedroom door. Even in the dim moonlight, you could see the tear tracks shining on her face.

“Oh, Max, come here,” you called, and the second you held out your arms she was rushing into them. Her body hit yours harshly but all you could do was hold onto her for dear life, your own tears forming as she let out her sobs into your shirt.

“I don’t want to miss him,” she cried, “he hated me, I shouldn’t miss him so much.”

“Hey, hey, listen, okay?” you tried to tell her, moving back just enough that you could see her face. “Billy did not hate you. Do you know how often he talked to me about you? About how worried he was about you sneaking out so much, about how he was trying to keep you safe from N—your stepdad.”

“I want to hate him. He was so awful to my friends, I should hate him, and I hate that I—”

“What, Max?”

“Nothing,” she sighed, and you knew there was more to it but for the time being, she was already wiping away her tears with rough hands. “It’s nothing. I don’t think I’ve slept right since the Fourth of July.”

“Me either, kiddo,” you sighed, running your hand over her hair once before stepping back fully. “How about I make us some hot cocoa and we can watch a movie, something happy.”

“Still about that Hargrove boy of yours?”

“Always,” you sighed. It would always be him, no matter how many times you fought to move on. There was no easy way to erase the memories you’d made together, all the hard work it had taken to make your relationship set up to last.

“You know, there’s no harm in finding someone else to make you happy.”

“I know that I just,” you fought to find the right words, looking up to the sky as if Billy himself might help you conjure them up. “I’ve never loved anyone like I loved him. I don’t really know if I can again.”

“Why don’t you take the day off today?”

“I’d rather be here,” you told Harv. Because what else was there to do but sit and think about where you could have been? If you were alone, then you’d start thinking of the nights you’d lay with Billy, dreaming up a future for after the summer. In those dreams, you’d pack up his car with as few items as you could manage, and the two of you would drive. There wouldn’t be a particular destination in mind, as long as it was far past the Indiana border.

Instead, you stayed in the one place you knew he hated. Where else was there to go? You told yourself you could leave Hawkins when Max was out of school, when you knew she’d be okay on her own. 

“You can’t work yourself to death either,” Harv argued, grabbing the towel off your shoulder and tossing it over his instead. “Go, find some trouble to get into. You’re off for the rest of the week.”

At first, you were furious at the idea of a week off. It turned out, though, that Harv’s generosity came at a perfect time. Because suddenly, the Upside Down wasn’t as shut away as you once thought it was. Suddenly, Billy’s sacrifice wasn’t enough to completely spare the kids from the horrors that lurked under the city.

And as it turned out, you were frighteningly close to breaking your promise to him.

Because Vecna was coming after Max, and the only thing that was keeping her from a horrifying death was that damned Walkman you’d once cursed for existing. Now, all you could do was hope that the machine kept up, that you’d never need to read the contents of the letter tucked into your back pocket.

You’d do anything to keep your promise now, even cross into the Upside Down yourself.

The decision became even easier when Steve was pulled down into the lake, through the barrier he’d been investigating. Nancy had jumped in after him, Robin following soon after. It was an obvious choice, then, for you to jump from the boat.

The Upside Down was a living nightmare. You were sure this new scene would take the place of Starcourt each time you closed your eyes, between the bats determined to kill and the vines that connected all the way back to Vecna himself. You had to agree with Eddie in all of the panic over it, even though you’d been exposed to its horrors before. 

You thought the group made it out safe, though. Everyone was climbing up the curtains to get back to the safety of Eddie’s trailer, and you were up next but instead of falling through to hit the mattress set up on the trailer floor, you hit hard tile. It was white tile though was now marred with an eerily familiar red hue. Broken glass dug into your palms as you landed, though you hardly noticed it at all.

Because the moment you recognized those neon lights surrounding each store of the building, you knew you were doomed. Because Starcourt had been torn down months ago, yet now it looked the same way it had on the worst night of your life. You knew what was going to happen, you knew what memories Vecna would use against you. There was only one that continuously haunted you, kept you awake at night wondering if there was something else you could have done.

Immediately you took off toward one of the escalators, hoping to put as much distance between you and the mirage you knew Vecna would send to you. You didn’t want to see him, not after all this time, not like this.

“You always did run from your problems.” That voice, even as harsh and cold as it was now, was enough to make your heart race. It seemed to echo through the large courtyard, filling the space and making it impossible to ignore the form Vecna had taken on just for you. “What, too scared to face me, Sweetheart?”

The venom-laced nickname was sure to break you, if the sound of familiar boots on blood-stained tile wasn’t enough. You could hear Billy saying it a thousand times, each with more care in his voice than you’d ever heard before. It was some of the few times you could see his walls really melt, if only for a second. Now that love was being used against you, hurled at you with enough hate to make you wonder if this wasn’t how Billy had intended it after all.

“This isn’t real,” you shouted back in hopes of convincing yourself, never daring to look over your shoulder as you rushed up to the upper level of the mall. It felt real though, felt like you’d never been able to escape the nightmare of that mall.

“It’s as real as the day you let me die,” Not-Billy called back, letting out a near-hysteric laugh that you’d only heard post-sauna experiment. “I haunt you, don’t I?”

“No,” you gasped around the word as though the running at made you lose all breath stored in your chest. “No, you don’t.”

“Liar!” Not-Billy laughed, his pace quickening as the mall turned loops around you in an unbeatable maze. All you had to do was outlast him and hope that Eddie had a tape that you liked enough to snap you out of this. “You traded your entire life in for some promise you could never keep, didn’t you? You kept my car, my clothes, my music. You got a job somewhere you knew I’d like.”

He was gaining ground fast. Where were they with that music? How much longer could you last like this?

“It wasn’t for you,” you tried, keeping your eyes forward as you fought to find an escape. But the mall just extended, trapping you in the horror of the day you’d lost Billy. “It was for me.”

“Is that what you tell yourself when you lay alone at night, Y/N?” Not-Billy teased, not seeming in a rush to catch up to you and instead preferring to break down your resolve inch by terrifying inch. “Admit it, you know you’re nothing without me. You know it’s your fault I’m not there for Max, so you’re taking my place.”

“No,” you denied, hating the rush of guilt that crashed over your shoulders like a rogue wave. “No, that’s not it.”

“You feel guilty. You know you could’ve noticed something was wrong sooner. You should’ve known. Did you really think I would hurt you like that?” 

Billy, what are you doing? This isn’t like you. Fine, if you want to act like that then you can do it alone, we’re through.

“I didn’t know!” you screamed back, the tears hitting your eyes at the memory of what you’d deem your greatest failure. Because you hadn’t noticed, you truly thought that he might’ve simply wanted to be so cruel that day. How were you meant to know he was taken over by a mythical creature from a kids' game?

You were just kids when it all went wrong. Fuck, you were just kids.

You finally chanced a glance at him, and the sight was enough to make you trip over your feet. You hit the ground harshly, wrist bending painfully as it caught your weight. But there was Billy, standing in his blue jeans and white tank, covered in blood the same way he’d been the last time you’d laid eyes on him. This time though, instead of blue eyes flashing in recognition they burned with a hatred you’d never seen before. He hated you.

No, this was Vecna. Right? Right?

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Billy’s voice overlapped with a deeper one, a haunting voice that settled deep in your bones. “You can admit you feel responsible for my death.”

“I don’t,” you shot back, ignoring the stirring of heavy emotions you’d long-since locked away deep in your ribcage. “We did the best we could, I tried to save you, Billy, I tried everything.” 

How many times had you tried to break him free from the hold the Mind Flayer had on him? How many times did you call his name, beg for him to return to you? And even when that failed, you launched yourself into danger just to keep him safe. Nancy, what the fuck are you doing? That’s still Billy, put down the gun, put down th—

“It wasn’t enough though, was it?” Billy stepped even closer, head tilted to the side as he regarded your prone form. He bent down closer to you, a familiar rough hand reaching out to tuck under your chin. “And the worst part of it all, you let him die without ever telling him how you felt. You let him die thinking you didn’t love him.”

 You knew this was it, the moment Vecna could take you. Yet still, all you could do was stare at the face you’d never thought you could see again. You took the time to study his face, searching for any sign that this was the Billy you knew and loved. It may not have been him, but he still had his blue eyes, gorgeous freckles peppering his cheeks, and blonde hair with a stray curl still draped across his face. 

And if this was the end, at least the view was wondrous.

“You don’t have to hurt anymore, Y/N. I can make it stop,” Billy spoke in Vecna’s voice, and it was then you began to rise from the floor against your will. You didn’t fight it, not when you knew there was nothing else you could do. 

As you stared down the Not-Billy, all you could hope for was that Max wasn’t watching.

Miraculously, though, the final blow never came. Instead, that damned song played loudly through the air. It was the tape you’d found in Billy’s car, the one you remembered tossing into the backseat on a long drive a year before, just so you wouldn’t have to hear it again. The tape you played on your drive to work every day, just wanting to feel closer to the man you’d lost.

“I need to know if you feel it too, maybe I'm wrong!”

“C’mon, Billy, can’t you play anything else?”

“What’s wrong with Foreigner, Sweetheart?”

“For starters, your singing.”

You’d never been so thankful to hear that song. It was enough to release Vecna’s hold on you, dropping you to the ground. The second your feet touched tile, you were sprinting without another spare thought.

And there the scene was, right in front of you.

If you hadn’t already been under Vecna’s illusions, you’d have thought this was another one. Because you could see your own body dressed in what you’d worn to the lake, laying on the floor of the Upside Down trailer with familiar hands holding onto you. He was shaking you, hair falling into his face as his expression grew more panicked.

“It’s not working!” that voice shouted, “She’s not waking up! You said it would work, Harrington, why isn—”

“Billy!” you shouted, not understanding how you could see him there but running for him anyway. Maybe you were running toward the end, maybe this was your mind’s vision of an okay ending. Maybe there really was no escaping from Vecna, but all you could do was follow the sound of the music, follow his voice yelling for you to come back to him.

‘I’ve been waiting for someone new to make me feel alive’

“I’m here!” you shouted though you knew no one could hear it, feet moving faster than they ever had before as you chased the vision. The second your hand brushed your own, you were tossed back into your body with a gasp.

Instinctively, you fought the hold on your arms. It was Vecna, the Not-Billy, he was coming back to get you, he made you think that you’d escaped when really i—

“Y/N, hey, Y/N, calm down it’s okay,” that familiar rough voice called. It was a voice you’d thought you’d only ever hear in a dream. “You’re okay.”

Yet there he was, Billy fucking Hargrove, alive and well. He looked a mess—months of Upside Down survival coated on his face, hands, clothes. He was still wearing what he had been at Starcourt, still with the same teary eyes that he’d had at your final goodbye. Though this time there was a distinct relieved smile painting across his face, proving that this wasn’t some harsh illusion created by Vecna but rather the real Billy, your Billy.

“How are you...?” you trailed off, hand reaching up to press on his cheek. You half-expected him to disappear the moment you reached for him, but instead, his face tilted into your touch, eyes fluttering closed for only a moment. You tried not to think about how long it had been since Billy had known any kind of touch that wasn’t that of something dangerous trying to hurt him.

“I don’t know,” Billy admitted, and later you’d come to the realization that he’d fought through it all without any prior knowledge of the Upside Down, of the gates, of Vecna. All he did was try to survive, try to get back. “I woke up here after Starcourt. I thought I was alone here but Harrington and Munson started yelling and—

“I love you,” you blurted out, leaning forward to wrap him up in a hug. Your hands dug into his shirt, and clung to him like any moment he could disappear. And maybe he still could. You couldn’t quite understand how he was still here, how any of you would take down the creature coming after all of you. All you knew was that by some act of grace, you’d gotten another chance with the man you loved. And this time, you wouldn’t dare wait for the right moment to come before you told him everything.  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, there was so much I wanted to say that night, I just cou—”

“I know,” he answered, “I knew then, too. I love you, Sweetheart.”

“This is sweet and all, but I suggested getting out of the freaky nightmare portal,” Robin called down to the two of you, reminding you of where you were and what you’d just gone through.

You weren’t sure you’d ever let go of him. Even as you climbed back up and out of the Upside Down, as you watched Steve bend down to help Billy out of his prison world, your hands itched to hold onto him again. It was like after so long thinking you’d lost your forever, you were scared—terrified—to let it slip through your fingers again.

“How’d you know that song would work?” you finally asked, looking at the group who all seemed to regard you with, well, it wasn’t quite fear but maybe apprehension. After all, you were just one of the latest to nearly succumb to the terrifying death that fell upon Vecna’s victims.

“I heard you, every day in my car,” Billy admitted. You’d learned today that people in the Upside Down could hear parts of the normal world if they tried, could be strangely connected to the people they needed to hear. “You’d get in and play that song. Every morning.”

You fought not to imagine what else he’d heard in his months there. Did he hear you when you’d gotten home from the scene that night, not bothering to shower away the grime before you tucked into bed and cried? Had he heard the way you’d locked your door against your parents, screaming to them that they’d never been supportive of you and him before, so why the hell should they get to help you mourn now? Had he heard you apologize every single damn day since it happened, knowing Max was suffering and not being able to reach her in the way she needed?

“I hated that song,” you whispered, looking out the wide-open front door to see the leftovers of the scramble to save you. The driver’s side door of the Camaro was tossed open, a few tapes scattered around the grass beside it. Though you hadn’t been there, you could easily imagine the scene as it unfolded. Billy and Steve, still in the Upside Down and fighting to hold onto you as you lifted in the air. Robin and Eddie, fighting as they looked over his music to find something near your taste. Someone screaming, asking Billy what your favorite song was and him growing angry because why the fuck does that matter right now?

Him knowing, even now, that of course your favorite song would be the one that reminded you of him.

“I’m glad I kept that fucking tape,” you laughed, a little hysterically as you untangled yourself from him.

“I knew you liked Foreigner,” he grinned cheekily, and you weren’t sure you’d ever get tired of that look on his face. It didn’t happen often, especially not there at the end when he’d not been in control of himself. But you’d spend the rest of your days trying to recreate that smile as much as possible.

“Only because of you.”

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Keep Quiet for Me - Anakin Skywalker x Reader (SMUT)

Prompt: reader and anakin are both jedis and they get sent on a mission together and they’ve been a part for a little while on different missions so they’re excited. but both of their padawans are sent with them so they have to pretend like everything is normal until the padawans go to bed and reader is trying to fly the ship, but it’s been too long and anakin can’t restrain himself anymore and they fuck on the ship but have to be quiet about it so they don’t get caught. REQ. BY: @dream—words

Warnings: SMUT, like literally just sinful, cursing, choking

Words: 2.5k

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“About time you two got here, General L/n,” Anakin smirked, watching her and her Padawan Solei walk up to the launch bay.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, “General Skywalker. Good to see you again. You too, Snips,” Y/n walked up and pat Ahsoka’s shoulder gently, smiling as she nodded to Anakin. He nodded back and smiled, the both of them wishing they could just kiss each other hello but both knowing they couldn’t.

“Solei, you and Ahsoka are going to be working very closely during this mission. It’s important that you learn to adapt and work well with other people besides your Master,” Y/n turned to the Padawans, the four of them entering into their ship. “What about you and General Skywalker?” her padawan asked.

Y/n and Anakin exchanged a quick glance, then he spoke up, “We’ll be working... more closely on this mission. You will observe how well we work together and you both will learn to work as a team as well. This is a learning experience for you both just as much as it is an important mission.”

“Yes, Master,” they both said. The four enter the ship and walk into the bridge, the Padawans turning to talk to some of the clones outside as Y/n and Anakin surround the circular holographic table.

“Lucky for us... the planet that the Separatists are currently trying to target is all the way on the opposite end of the outer rim. We have a long ways ahead of us,” Anakin frowned.

“Lucky indeed...” Y/n mumbled, looking to make sure none of the Clones were looking over at them. Quickly, she snuck her hand under the table and grabbed Anakin’s free hand. He trailed his eyes from the table to their hands, then to her face that adorned a smirk and he chuckled.

He squeezed their hands gently and brought her hand up to kiss it gently, “I missed you, my love.”

“I missed you more, Ani,” she grinned, her heart fluttering. Just the smallest of gestures always had her heart racing.

“I’m so glad we finally have another mission together. It’s been months since we’ve actually had time to ourselves...” Anakin spoke lowly, rubbing his thumb over her fingers gently.

“Tell me about it,” she sighed, moving closer to hug Anakin as she rest her head on his shoulder. “It’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not,” Anakin sighed, hugging her tighter. “We’ll have plenty of time to be cute and catch up, and as much as I love you cuddling me, we have a job to do,” he frowned.

Y/n nodded and pulled back right as some more Clones came walking in, along with their Padawans. Ahsoka and Solei were already close - they’d been on so many missions together already they were basically the next generation of Obi Wan and Anakin.

“We’re ready for take off, sir,” Commander Rex spoke up. Anakin nodded, “Alright. Lets fly this out and get the hell outta here,” he mumbled, standing up to sit in the main pilot seat.

“Ah, Master Yoda let you fly us? How lucky,” Y/n leaned over his seat and chuckled as he swatted her away playfully, “Consider yourself very lucky. Best flyer in the whole galaxy flying us today.”

“Trust me, I know I’m very lucky,” she winked and stood up, walking back over to the holographic table.

~*~

After a long 2 days of fighting General Grievous’ army and a whole bunch of sexual tension between Anakin and Y/n, it was finally time to head home.

The four were headed back to the ship when Ahsoka yawned loudly, “Master, if it’s okay I would like to head right to bed...” she spoke softly, weariness evident in her voice.

Anakin nodded, “Of course, Snips. Go for it.”

“Can I go to bed too, Master?” Solei looked up at Y/n and she nodded, smiling, “Of course. You both fought amazingly.”

“More like saved your asses from getting kidnapped...” Ahsoka snickered and Solei couldn’t help but laugh alongside her. Anakin rolled his eyes, “Once! You did that once, Ahsoka! And I wasn’t going to get kidnapped I was just... cornered,” he spoke quickly.

Y/n giggled, “If you mean literally being dragged by those bots, then yes Anakin, you were cornered.” Everyone except Anakin laughed and Y/n nudged his shoulder gently, “C’mon, Skyguy. Lighten up.”

“I told you, not to call me that, sweetheart,” Anakin “jokingly” called her, narrowing his eyes. “You know you love it, babe,” she joked back.

“Gross,” Ahsoka grumbled, “this is where I bail. Night, Masters,” she sneaked past the two and Solei followed her.

Anakin waited until they were fully gone and made sure no one was watching before he pressed her against the wall and kissed her heatedly. Her eyes widened and she kissed him back momentarily before snapping out of it and pushing him away reluctantly, “Anakin! Someone could’ve seen us!” she scolded.

He rolled his eyes and kissed her again, cupping her cheeks with his large hands, “Don’t act like you don’t want to kiss me, Y/n. I saw how you were looking at me all weekend.”

She kissed him back and pulled away again. “Trust me, Ani. I want to so bad. But we could get caught,” she bit her lip, his dark lusty gaze causing her second heartbeat to beat quickly.

He moved his fingers under her chin and stroked her jawline slowly, kissing her again, “Then let’s not get caught.”

“A-Ani,” she moaned softly into the kiss, when they heard oncoming footsteps. She quickly used all her strength to push him off right as Commander Rex was walking around the corner, “There you two are. My men and I are going to rest up. Would it be alright if you two stayed on the bridge and piloted while the pilots finish resting?” he asked, taking his helmet off.

Anakin shifted and Y/n answered for him, “That’s fine, Rex. Get some rest, you fought well today. You deserve it.”

“As do you, Generals. See you in the morning.” he nodded to the two and put his helmet back on, turning to walk down the halls again.

Anakin grumbled as Y/n walked into the bridge, shutting the door behind them. Anakin slipped past her and snuck over to the door’s control panel.

“I’m sorry, Anakin. I really want a moment alone too, but we have a job to do still...” she sighs. “Maybe once we get home we can try.” she walks over to one of the seats and traces her fingertips across the seat, turning to see Anakin. “You gonna help me pilot this thing, love?”

“In a minute,” he mumbled, his face buried within the door’s control panel doing God knows what.

Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed the chair back, sitting down and beginning to pilot it. Thankfully, there wasn’t really any evident danger - so it was for the most part smooth sailing.

She hummed softly to herself when she heard a faint electrical zap, her eyes widening and turning around, “Ani? What did you blow up?”

“Nothing!” he chuckled, walking over to her with his hands raised. “Just fixed the door, that’s all.”

“I didn’t realize it was broken,” she murmured, turning her attention to the endless sea of stars in front of her. “Too bad our ship got damaged... a jump to light speed would come in handy right about now,” she huffed, leaning back in her chair.

Anakin said nothing and moved the chair backwards, making her turn her head to look at her husband, “What are you up to?” she smirked, watching him.

“Wouldn’t you love to know?” he spoke lowly, pushing it farther backwards as he knelt down in front of the chair.

“Anakin...” she raised a brow, watching him. “What are-“

“Shh. Just... keep quiet,” he chuckled, running his hands up her thighs teasingly.

She gulped and took in a sharp breath, watching him intensely, “Anakin-“

“I said keep quiet,” his gaze turned more stern as he moved his hand up her skirt, grazing the top of her leggings as he pulled them down slowly.

She gripped the seat’s arm rest and tried to move her legs away, but he pulled them right back, “Easy, girl. I’ve got you,” he chuckled, sliding her leggings and underwear off.

She looked down at him confusedly, and her breath hitched when she felt his hand tease her sensitive skin.

“N-not here-“

“I fixed the doors, remember?” he winked, keeping eye contact with her as he slowly started to rub her clit to tease her. “Keep piloting.”

“O-oh, you fucking... mmmh-!” she gasped softly and rest her head back, letting out a soft moan from his gentle touches.

“Damn,” he chuckled, moving his finger slower, “I’ve barely even touched you and youre already moaning.”

“S-shut up,” she gulped, trying to keep her attention on making sure the ship didn’t crash into any enemies or a planet.

He raised a brow and teased his fingers at her entrance, then smirked, “Damn, babygirl. Look at that... you’re already dripping.”

“I-if you’re going to do that, don’t tease m-me-“ she stammered, gripping the arm rest tighter as she let out a soft moan when he pushed his fingers inside her.

“Maybe if you’d keep quiet and focused, I’d give you a reward,” he winked at her and pumped his fingers slowly, pushing farther into her core each time.

She shuddered in pleasure and bit her lip to force herself to keep quiet, keeping her eyes fixated on the sea of stars ahead of her.

He continued to ease his fingers into her for a moment to see if she stayed silent and she did, so he removed his fingers slowly so he didn’t hurt her and pushed her skirt up.

She let out a sigh and glanced down, gasping softly when he pulled on her hips to bring her closer to him. He moved his hands up her thighs gently to tease her skin and moved his head down to lick her folds slowly to tease her.

She squealed softly and covered her mouth, her eyes rolling back as she moved her hand from the control panel to her lover’s long hair.

“O-oh, f-fuck...!” she stammered as his fingers pushed her apart further, licking every inch he could with his tongue. He moaned into her as she tugged on his hair, trying so hard to stay quiet as her legs started to shake softly.

“A-Ani...” her eyes rolled back as she moaned, starting to grind her hips gently against his mouth and nose as he chuckled, sucking roughly on her clit.

The pleasure built and built and he showed no signs of stopping as she gripped his hair tighter, gasping for air, “A-Anakin...! I-I’m s-so-“ she stammered, and he pressed against her clit to send her right into her high.

She whimpered and bit down on her hand, her chest heaving as she struggled to stop the moans from spilling out, “F-FUCK!” she squealed into her hand.

Anakin chuckled and helped her ride it out before standing back up, wiping his mouth off with his hand and smirking, “There. See what happens when you listen to Master?”

Y/n breathed in and out softly and nodded, completely flustered and she sat up from the seat, turning auto pilot on.

“Don’t walk away from me, Skywalker,” she walked up to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him back to face her. He raised a brow and she crashed her lips onto his, “I’m not done with you, yet.”

“Y/n...” he let out a low growl and pressed himself further into her, and she felt his member press against her.

She parted from the kiss to lead him to one of the closets on the bridge, pushing him inside and shutting the door behind her as she kissed him heatedly.

He smirked and immediately started to strip her down, and she did the same.

There was barely any light in the closet - which made it nearly impossible to see Anakin completely. She only saw the outline of his figure as his hands moved to kiss her deeply again, trailing his other hand to move her skirt off and let it fall to the floor.

Before either of them realized if, they were completely naked. Anakin chuckled lowly and pressed her firmly against the wall, spreading her knees apart gently, “Too bad I cant see your beautiful face when I fuck you so hard, darling...” he kissed her neck as he lined himself up at her entrance, kissing her lips to hush her as he pushed himself in her slowly to not hurt her.

She moaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and pushing him in faster and her legs shook softly, still a little numb from her high from earlier.

She let out an eager moan as his mouth left her lips to suck hickeys across her neck, holding onto her hipbone as he began to thrust deeply into her, growling into her neck, “Shit, darling... you feel so good...”

“You feel b-better, Anakin...” she moaned softly, her eyes rolling back as she rolled her hips against his, intensifying the pleasure for her.

Her hands raked down his back as her nails dug into his skin, and she let out a little too loud of a moan into his ear.

He moved his hand up and covered her mouth, moving his other hand to grasp her neck firmly but not enough to hurt her, stroking the side of her neck with his thumb gently, “Sweetheart, you have to keep quiet for me, okay? As much as I love those gorgeous moans, we can’t get caught...”

Y/n nodded and fought back another loud moan as he pressed right against her spot, arching her back into him as she gripped his back tighter, “R-RIGHT THERE! r-right there, p-please dont stop-!” she moaned into his hand, panting heavy.

Anakin thrust deeper into her, completely stretching and filling her up as he let out low growls into her neck, his hands roaming her body.

Soon, they began to lose themselves in each other as both their highs approached, “Y-you close sweetheart?” Anakin breathed, barely able to hold it in. She nodded and bit her lip, her moans getting higher pitched, “Y-yes-! f-fuck, please im so close...”

Anakin moved his hand down and started to rub her quickly to send her straight into her high. With a few final thrusts, they both came undone and fought back loud moans as the euphoric feeling they were starved of for so long washed over them.

He helped them ride it both out before stopping, resting his forehead against hers and he breathed in and out heavily. He stroked her cheek softly before capturing her lips in a heated, yet loving kiss, “God, I love you Y/n...”

“I love you too, Ani...” she smiled softly, kissing him back as her hands moved up the back of his neck slowly, “I wish we didn’t have to hide like this.”

“We won’t. Not for much longer. I promise.” he kissed her forehead, pulling her close to his chest.

“I promise.”

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