#Billy Hargrove xReader

[bingbongsupremacy]

My Baby Pt. 2

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Warning: Reader can get pregnant, use of Y/N, mentions of addict Billy

Summary: Billy has a substance abuse problem. He's unpredictable. After a bad fight, he moves away to California without letting you know. Little did he know you were pregnant. It's been five years since he moved away. He's suddenly thrust back into your life when your daughter runs into him. Do you trust he's really changed? Will you allow him into your baby's life?

*Not Proof Read*

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The next afternoon, Billy showed up right on time, leaning casually against his car outside my apartment. Rosie peeked out from behind my leg, clutching my hand tightly as we walked toward him. She’d been excited about the ice cream trip all morning, but now that we were face-to-face with Billy, a new face to her, she suddenly turned shy.

“Hey there, Rosie,” Billy said softly, crouching down to her level. His voice was warm, a little uncertain, but filled with genuine care. “I hear you like ice cream. What’s your favorite flavor?”

Rosie hesitated, glancing up at me. I nodded encouragingly.

“Chocolate,” she finally whispered, her little voice almost inaudible.

Billy smiled. “Good choice. Chocolate’s the best.” He straightened up, glancing at me. “Ready to go?”

The three of us piled into Billy’s car. As he drove us to the ice cream shop, he kept glancing in the rearview mirror, watching Rosie as she stared curiously out the window. He's nervous. He masks it well though.

When we arrived, Rosie’s shyness melted away as soon as she spotted the colorful display of ice cream flavors. Billy let her pick out whatever she wanted, even a waffle cone with sprinkles. As we sat outside on a picnic table, Rosie happily licked at her cone while Billy and I watched.

“She’s got your smile,” Billy said quietly, his gaze fixed on Rosie. There was a softness in his expression I hadn’t seen before, and it tugged at something deep inside me.

“She’s got your eyes,” I replied, just as quietly. She's the perfect mix of the two of us. A beautiful baby.

Rosie looked up at us, her face already smeared with chocolate. “Billy, look! I got sprinkles!”

I smile at her cheeky grin.

Billy laughed, his voice rich and warm. “I see that. You’ve got more sprinkles on your face than on your ice cream, though.”

Rosie giggled, and for a moment, everything felt normal—like we really were a family.

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Later that evening, after dropping Rosie and me off, Billy surprised me by asking if he could stop by our place again. “I just… I want to see where she lives. Is that okay?”

I hesitated but nodded. “Sure. Just for a bit, though. She’ll need to get ready for bed soon.”

Inside, Rosie played with her coloring books while I showed Billy around the small apartment. When he saw the single bed in my room, his expression tightened.

“She sleeps with you?” he asked, his voice low.

I nodded, a little defensive. “I’m saving up for her own bed. It’s just taking longer than I’d hoped.”

Billy didn’t say anything else, but I could tell the thought weighed on him.

That night, just as I was about to put Rosie to bed, there was a knock at the door. Confused, I opened it to find Billy standing there, his Camaro parked behind him.

“Billy? What are you doing here?”

He stepped aside to reveal a small toddler bedframe and mattress strapped to the back of his car. Somehow he'd managed to fit it all in there. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Rosie deserves her own bed, and I know things are tight for you right now. So… I got this.”

My heart caught in my throat. “Billy… you didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” he interrupted. “Let me do this, Y/N. For her. You've been supporting her for years. It's my turn to help out now”

My throat clenches. He's stepping up. He's really trying to be there for her.

I nod, stepping aside to let him in.

Billy carried the pieces inside and started assembling the frame in the corner of my room. It's a tight fit but it works. Rosie, who had been half-asleep on my bed, perks up at the noise and wanders over.

“What’s that?” she asks, rubbing her eyes.

“It’s your new bed,” Billy said with a smile.

“Really?!” Rosie’s face lit up, and she ran over to ‘help.’

She handed Billy screws and held up pieces of wood while he worked, chatting excitedly the entire time. “Is it going to be pink? Can I put my bunny on it? Can I jump on it?”

Billy laughed. “It’s going to be whatever you want it to be, kiddo. And no jumping, though. Beds are for sleeping.”

Rosie giggled, clearly delighted.

When the bed was finally assembled, Rosie insisted on climbing in immediately, tucking her stuffed bunny under the blanket. Billy stood back, admiring the sight.

“She loves it,” I whispered, watching as Rosie snuggled into her new bed.

Billy glanced at me, his eyes soft. “She deserves it. You both do. You deserve the world.” His voice is sincere.

I feel a warmth crawl up my cheeks.

For the first time in years, I felt a flicker of hope—a tiny spark that maybe, just maybe, this could work.

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Over the next few weeks, Billy became a constant presence in Rosie’s life. He showed up on time for our outings, brought her little surprises like her favorite chocolate bars, and even joined us for dinner a few times. He even stepped in to watch her on days I work. I couldn’t deny how much she lit up around him, her laughter ringing out louder and more often whenever he was near.

Steve and Robin, noticed the change almost immediately.

One evening, after dinner at my apartment, Robin leaned back on the couch, swirling her glass of soda. “You know, I’ve got to say it. I never thought I’d see Billy Hargrove of all people stepping up like this. It’s kind of… weird, but in a good way.”

Steve snorted, tossing a handful of chips into his mouth. “Weird is an understatement. You’re telling me the guy who used to throw wild parties and drive like a maniac is now putting together toddler beds and hanging out at playgrounds? If you told me this in high school, I’d have laughed in your face.”

Robin smirked. “I mean, we all grow up. Some of us just take longer than others.”

I chuckled, though a small part of me felt defensive. “He’s trying,” I said softly. “And he’s doing a good job.”

Steve nodded, his tone more serious now. “Hey, I mean it. I’m glad he’s here for Rosie. And for you. You deserve someone who shows up, Y/N.”

Robin raised her glass in agreement. “Hear, hear.”

Their support warmed me more than I expected. Maybe I wasn’t giving Billy enough credit.

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The morning of Rosie’s first day of kindergarten arrived faster than I was ready for. She woke up bouncing with excitement, chattering about her new backpack and the sparkly shoes she insisted on wearing, but as we pulled into the school parking lot, her enthusiasm fizzled.

“I don’t want to go,” she whispered, her small hands gripping the straps of her backpack tightly.

Billy crouched down beside her, his voice soft but firm. “Hey, Rosie. Look at me.” He waited until her wide eyes met his. “It’s okay to feel nervous. You know, I used to feel the same way on my first day of school.”

“You did?” Rosie asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

“Totally. But you know what I did?” Billy grinned, leaning in as if he were sharing a secret. “I took a big, deep breath, stood up tall, and walked in like I owned the place. And guess what?”

“What?”

“I made friends. Learned cool stuff. And by the end of the day, I couldn’t wait to go back.”

He's definitely not talking about high school. He hated every minute in Hawkins High. I'll make sure to keep that to myself though.

Rosie hesitated, her tiny face scrunched in thought. “Really?”

“Really,” Billy said, holding out his pinky. “How about this? You go in today, try your best, and when you’re done, you tell me all about it. Deal?”

After a moment, Rosie hooked her pinky around his. “Deal.”

Billy picked her up, carrying her toward the classroom with me beside him. Together, we helped her find her cubby and settle into her seat. She still looked nervous, but as we waved goodbye, I saw her straighten her back, just like Billy said.

After leaving the school, Billy turned to me. “Coffee?”

“God, yes,” I said with a laugh.

We found a cozy café nearby and slid into a booth by the window. Billy ordered black coffee, while I opted for a latte.

“She’s going to be fine,” he said after a moment, his voice steady. “She’s tougher than she thinks. Like her mom.”

I glanced at him, surprised. “You really think that?”

He smirked. “I know that. You’re raising her, aren’t you? She’s got the best example right in front of her.”

His words caught me off guard, leaving a warmth in my chest I hadn’t felt in years. “Thanks. And… thanks for what you said to her back there. That helped a lot.”

Billy shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. “It’s what dads do, right?”

The way he said it—so casually yet so sincerely—made my breath catch. I took a sip of my latte to cover my reaction.

“She’s lucky to have you around,” I said softly.

Billy smiled, his eyes meeting mine. “I’m the lucky one.”

The moment hung between us, heavy with unspoken things. I cleared my throat. “So, what’s this I hear about you buying her a toy?”

Billy grinned, the tension breaking. “Just a little reward for her first day. Nothing fancy, but I think she’ll like it.”

“She’ll love it,” I said, smiling. “But you really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” he said simply. "I want to spoil her when I can."

By the time we finished our coffee, the conversation had shifted to something heavier.

“We need to tell her,” Billy said, stirring his coffee absently. “That I’m her dad. She deserves to know.”

I nodded, though my stomach twisted at the thought. “I’ve been thinking about that too. But she’s still so young. What if she doesn’t understand?”

Billy leaned forward, his voice quiet but firm. “Kids are smarter than we think. She’ll understand. And I don’t want to keep lying to her. Not when I’m trying to do this right.”

He had a point. I let out a sigh. “You’re right. But it has to be the right time. Something special.”

Billy’s eyes lit up. “What about that trip you’ve been talking about? The one in the fall? We could make it a family thing. Take her somewhere nice and tell her then.”

The idea made sense. “Okay. Fall break. We’ll plan it out and tell her then.”

Billy smiled, relief and determination mingling in his expression. “Good. We’ll make it something she’ll never forget.”

The weeks flew by as we planned the trip—a drive out to a cozy cabin near the Quarry, where the leaves would be ablaze with fall colors. Rosie was thrilled about the “family adventure,” oblivious to the real reason behind it.

The night before we were set to leave, I found Billy standing by the window, staring out at the quiet street below.

“You okay?” I asked, stepping beside him.

He glanced at me, his jaw tight. “Just thinking. What if she doesn’t take it well? What if she’s mad? Or confused?”

Confident Billy. I've never seen him so nervous. He's really worried about her reaction.

I placed a hand on his arm, squeezing gently. “We’ll figure it out. Together. No matter what, you're her dad. She might just need a little bit of time to process that."

Billy nodded, his gaze drifting back to Rosie, who was fast asleep on the couch, clutching her stuffed bunny.

Tomorrow would change everything.

"I better head out. It's a big day tomorrow." Billy says with a sigh. He carries Rosie to her bed before gently pressing a kiss against her forehead, something he hasn't done yet. For a moment, his gaze lingers on the small girl's face. "Catch you tomorrow, Y/N."

"Bye Billy."

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The drive to the cabin started early. Rosie, bundled in her favorite sweater, sat in the backseat surrounded by snacks and toys. Billy drove, his hand resting casually on the gear shift, while I navigated.

“Are we there yet?” Rosie asked for the third time, her nose pressed against the window as the scenery shifted from city streets to winding country roads.

“Almost,” Billy replied with a grin. “But I need my co-pilot to keep watch for any squirrels trying to cross the road. Think you can handle that?”

Rosie giggled. “I can do that! No squirrels on my watch!”

Her laughter was contagious, and I found myself smiling more than I had in months. Billy caught my eye in the rearview mirror, his expression softening.

The cabin was perfect—a rustic little hideaway nestled among towering trees with a clear view of the lake. Rosie ran inside the moment we unlocked the door, her excitement bubbling over.

“Look at this bed! And the kitchen! Mommy, can I sleep on the top bunk?” she asked, her tiny hands gripping the ladder of the bunk bed in the corner.

“Sure, baby,” I said, watching her with a mix of amusement and love.

Billy set down the bags and stretched, looking around. “This place is great. Nice choice, Y/N.”

“Thanks. I thought it’d be a good spot for... well, you know,” I said, lowering my voice.

Billy nodded, his expression serious. “Yeah. Tonight, after dinner?”

I agreed, my heart already pounding at the thought.

After a simple dinner of pasta and salad, we gathered by the fireplace. Rosie sat on the floor, playing with her stuffed bunny, while Billy and I exchanged a nervous glance.

“Rosie,” I began, my voice shaking slightly. “Can you come sit with us for a minute? We want to talk to you about something important.”

Rosie looked up, curiosity lighting her face. “Okay,” she said, climbing onto the couch between us.

Billy cleared his throat, his hands clasped tightly together. “Rosie, do you know how some kids have a mommy and a daddy?”

Rosie nodded, her eyes wide.

“Well, your mommy is amazing, and she’s done a great job taking care of you. But there’s something we haven’t told you yet. Something about me,” Billy said, his voice gentle.

Rosie tilted her head, her little brows furrowing. “What is it?”

I took a deep breath, my hand resting on hers. “Rosie, Billy is your daddy.”

For a moment, the room was silent. Rosie looked from me to Billy and back again, her small face scrunched in confusion. “He’s my daddy?”

“Yes, sweetheart,” Billy said, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m your dad. And I’m so sorry I haven’t been here for you before. But I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Rosie stared at him, her bottom lip trembling. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I squeezed her hand. “We wanted to make sure you were ready to understand. It’s a big thing to learn, and we wanted to explain it the right way.”

Billy leaned forward, his eyes glistening. “I know it might be a little confusing, but I promise you, Rosie, I love you so much. And I’m going to be the best dad I can be for you.”

Rosie looked at him for a long moment before crawling into his lap. “You’re my daddy?” she asked again, her tiny voice filled with wonder.

Billy nodded, his arms wrapping around her tightly. “Yeah, kiddo. I’m your daddy.”

She buried her face in his chest, her small hands clutching his shirt. “I’m glad you’re here, Daddy.”

I felt tears streaming down my face, my heart full as I watched them.

That night, after Rosie had fallen asleep in her bunk, Billy and I sat outside on the porch, watching the stars.

“She took that better than I expected,” Billy said, his voice low.

“She loves you. That’s all she needed to know,” I replied, leaning against the railing.

Billy looked at me, his expression unreadable. “I couldn’t have done this without you, Y/N. Thank you. For everything.”

The sincerity in his voice sent a shiver through me. “We’re a team now,” I said softly.

Billy smiled, the kind of smile that made my heart ache in the best way. “Yeah. We are.”

As the days passed, Rosie adjusted quickly to the idea of Billy being her dad. She started calling him “Daddy” without hesitation, her bond with him growing stronger by the day.

One evening, as we packed up to leave the cabin, Rosie ran to Billy, clutching her bunny. “Daddy, can we come back here again? It’s my favorite place ever!”

Billy scooped her up, spinning her around. “You bet, kiddo. Anything you want.”

As I watched them, a mix of emotions swirled inside me—joy, relief, and something I hadn’t felt in a long time: hope.

But as we drove back home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The real challenges—and rewards—were still ahead.

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More Than A Feeling

This was just a random idea to distract me from revising for my exams. I'm slightly obsessed with him at the moment and just wanted to write some fluff that would make me even more sad than i already am. I know I also said that I would be doing a bucky barnes fic but... i got distracted and now can't commit to writing it. I'll probably write it eventually but i can't bring myself to do it right now.

I was also listening to More Than A Feeling by Boston when writing this so... it stuck.

Just a small fic of Steve Harrington and a bookworm reader girlfriend who is also Dustin's sister after their first time and the "chaos" that ensues.

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff, Suggestive, Both Steve's and Reader's 'first time'

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Dustin couldn't understand how it all happened or exactly when you stopped disliking the King of Hawkins but he was convinced it would all end in heartbreak. He did like Steve Harrington after he protected them all from all the dangers they had faced over the years. But dating his sister was a different matter.

To say he is overprotective of you would be an understatement.

You had spent your entire life protecting him from bullies and assholes and now it was his turn to keep you from the possible heartbreak that was Steve Harrington.

So when he peaked through the door to your room and saw the two of you curled round each other fast asleep, he couldn't help but feel upset and scared for you. It clearly wasn't the first time Steve had snuck through the window without anyone but you knowing and the thought brought disgust to his gut. He had invited his friends round as your parents were away. He now regretted the idea and wished he had agreed when Mike suggested his house instead.

He wasn't being dramatic, he had every right to believe that you could end up like all the other girls.

Before he could wake you both up, though, his friends had pulled him back and disappeared back into his room to discuss what they had just seen.

Steve, on the other hand, couldn't be happier.

Your head rests on his chest, arms wrapped round his body. A sheet covers you and he brings his hand up and down your arm gently as he gazes at you asleep. He has been like this since he woke up to see you curled round him, hair a mess, no makeup on and breathing softly onto his bare chest.

What had happened the night before had surprised you both, if he was quite honest with himself. He had been ready from the second date with you but you had made it clear that you wanted to wait. He had thought he was ready when he dated Nancy but when the time came, he froze and ruined the moment.

But now, here you were snuggled up close with memories of the night before playing through your dreams as your boyfriend watches over you lovingly. He can't remember ever loving anyone as much as he loves you and all he wants is to tell you, and keep you by his side till the day he dies.

Just as his hand stops grazing your arm, you roll over off of him and wriggle onto your side, still facing him. Your lips pull up into a brief smile before dropping again. He shifts his body onto his side too and props his head onto his arms, watching as your eyebrows pull together and your eyes flutter open slowly.

A huge grin falls onto his lips as you look up groggily with a bashful smile.

"Morning, beautiful." His voice is still husky from sleep and a thousand butterflies take flight in your stomach.

"Morning." You rub a hand over your eyes to try and wake up properly, to no avail.

"I was gonna make breakfast, if you're hungry." He lifts his head off his arm to give you a playful look that is sleepily returned.

He gets up from the bed and tries to track down his trousers and socks before perching on the edge of the bed to give you a soft kiss that lingers longer than usual.

His blushing face then leaves your eyesight and you roll onto your back with a disbelieving laugh, quickly covering your mouth to stifle it.

You were still questioning how the two of you were even together, total opposites from different sides of the school. The King and a bookworm.

You suppose, in a weird way, you could thank the horrors that you had both witnessed over the past two years for bringing you together. But you don't want to give the Upside-Down any credit for your happiness given it was a hell like no other.

You can still remember how much you had disliked him at first, the way he acted, the way he spoke to people, the way he made you feel about yourself. His "friends" had given you hell for years and when he had finally stood up to them and broken up with Nancy, you had seen the better version of Steve Harrington who laughed and smiled and actually cared without any fear of being judged.

As you lie on your back, you cans still feel the gentle press of his hands on your skin, hear the whispered words "Are you sure?". Still feel his face buried in the crook of your neck, hear the hushed laughter when he first appeared over you with a bashful "Hello."

It couldn't have been more perfect and you could smile forever in your new bliss.

You wrestle your way out of the warmth of the bedsheets, grabbing the closest article of clothing to you: his navy sweater from yesterday. The sleeves fall over your hands and you bunch it up in fists as you open the door and walk into the hallway.

Dustin's door is still closed and you creep past, so as not to wake him. He wouldn't quit poking fun at you or Steve if he saw you now so it was better to be safe than sorry to leave him sleeping in. It was the holidays anyway.

You're suddenly startled by the sound of pots and pans crashing against each other, followed by the sound of a terribly hidden string of curses as whoever spilled the contents of the cupboard tried (and failed) to catch them.

When you reach the kitchen door, you can see Steve busy at the stove, pots and pans sitting haphazardly on the counter and floor. Without a word, you lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, and watch him attempt to work the stove. A smile plays on your lips and eventually, you clear your throat quietly to get his attention.

He whips round, only to notice that it's you.

"Morning... again." You murmur softly, still smiling.

God, it was like you slept with a hanger in your mouth or something.

"Morning," He turns away as his cheeks blush bashfully, and you can't help but feel warmth at the thought of making Steve Harrington blush. The thought nearly turns your legs to jelly and you walk over to the stove to keep them working.

You swat his hands away from the buttons with a laugh and stand in his place to turn the stove on, hearing his almost silent "Oh." as you show him how to work it.

His arms snake their way round your middle and his chin falls onto your shoulder, your face heating at the contact. He places soft kisses on your shoulder, then your neck, and you run your hands along his forearms.

"Steve." You feel him hug you tighter at his name and his hum of acknowledgement is disguised by another kiss, "Last night..."

You trail off and he laughs against your neck, moving away to turn you round. His nose scrunches as your hands move to the ends of his hair out of habit and he sways slightly.

"Yeah?" You can tell he's wanting you to talk more and you repress a sigh.

"I just wanted to say I..." You can't seem to finish the sentence as you gaze into his eyes, the whole scene perfectly homely. You didn't want to ruin it with a love confession that might be rejected.

He watches you with curious smirk and you open your mouth to speak again but he cuts you off with a sweet, slow kiss.

Your hands move further into his hair and his pull you closer by the waist. More memories of meaningful kisses and the whispered confessions whilst pressed close together from last night resurface in your mind. The feeling of his hands, his lips, just his touch made your head spin and your forehead falls onto his, not breaking the kiss.

"Oh come on!"

Your brother's voice startles you both and you break apart, Steve keeping a hold of your waist.

Dustin stands in the doorway, his friends lingering in the hallway, awkwardly watching the scene playing out. You feel your face burn and turn to your boyfriend for help, but he seems entirely unfazed.

"A bit of privacy wouldn't kill you, Henderson." Steve grumbles, ignoring the disgust on Dustin's face.

"I live here." Dustin replies matter-of-factly, crossing his arms.

"And..?" You can't help but hold back a laugh at your boyfriend's oblivion and he pulls a face at you which lets the laughter escape.

Dustin pulls a different kind of face, "Well, when you two are finished grossing everyone out, I'd like some pancakes."

You roll your eyes and walk over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders to turn him round. He begins to protest but gives up when you give him a sharp pinch on either side.

"Just go upstairs and do whatever it is you do together there," You give him your most serious look you can muster with a stomach full of butterflies.

"Fine," He stomps up the stairs, "But I'm serious about those pancakes!"

You watch his friends follow him up, quickly noticing the two girls and yell up a quick "Leave the door open!" before turning to return to the kitchen.

Max stops and gives you a look that makes you freeze and eye her curiously.

"Yes?" You ask quietly.

"I was just thinking that the sweater is real subtle." Her eyes move along the sweater and you shift uncomfortably under them.

"I-I don't know what you mean..."

She snorts out a laugh and runs up the stairs.

"Nice hickey, by the way!" She yells after her and you throw a shoe up the stairs that hits her legs.

"Teenagers." You mutter under your breath and turn back to the kitchen to see Steve leaning against the counter, a smirk playing on his pretty lips.

"Want to tell me what's going on in that head of yours, Harrington?" Your voice is quiet and he closes the distance between the two of you in four long strides.

His thumb grazes your chin, pushing your face up to his before he kisses you again, a contented sigh escaping him. Once again, your hands find his messy hair and he grips the sweater with a little more power than before.

"God, I love you." His words are almost hidden against your lips but you freeze and pull away slightly, out of breath from both the kiss and his confession.

A blush creeps up his face and you can't help but smile before giving him another quick peck on his lips, relief filling you.

How can you have thought this man didn't love you enough to say it when he had blushed and grinned the entire morning. You love him to Jupiter and back a thousand times and realise, you had always really known he feels the same.

So, when the words leave your mouth and leave him a blushing mess, you can't help but know that this is your future.

You and him.

"I love you too."

***

A/N

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So Cruel - Miguel O'Hara

Pussy Eating - Miguel O'Hara

Beast of a Man - Tarzan

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Quick Taste - xReader's Insert

An Uncertified Doctor - Alucard Castlevania

Pretty Boy (1) | Poor Baby (2) | My Pretty Baby (3) - Bangchan Stray Kids

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Ghost in the Night - I.N Stray Kids

Cursed - I.N Stray Kids

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Before Class (1) | During the Party (2) - Huening Kai TXT

A+ Student - Felix Straykids

Car Drabble - Felix Straykids

Missionary With Them - Bangchan & Minho

Agora Hills - Changbin (skz)

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Predator & Prey (Completed) - You were suddenly teleported to a snowy world while discovering a cave. After norrowingly escaping a terrible fate, you're practically forced to deal with a winged beast you saved. It's awkward and kinda mean, but it does more good than harm.

Lost & Found (Ongoing) - You hated the little town you lived in, you hated your job, hated how everyone knew everyone, you hated how your mother didn't care about how much you hated it. You needed to do something, to get out of this repetitive life. You've decided to apply to be a maid in the castle for the Viscount and his family. With this new life, you hope to change your pace. Yet, one of the sons can't help but give you an eerie sense of familiarity. (Second Part to Predator & Prey)

The Insides (Completed) - You have it all: a good job, a nice apartment, a doting boyfriend who loves you so much. It seems all swell, until he starts behaving strangely. Unfortunate for him, he's not the only person that fell head-over-heels for you. Well...not the only entity at least.

All in White (Ongoing) - Your father, that major of Neuva York, was hosting a party congratulating their safe environment by the hands of Spider-Man. You did not care for parties, only there for the alcohol and occasional good conversations. You managed to catch the eye of Spider-Man, and boy did he want a taste.

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I will not write about underage characters, real or fake (unless they're adults playing as younger people ex: Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, etc.)

No shit! Like literal shit, no scat play (pee is fine, but no piss drinking)

Incest, including in laws (brothers bff/dad's co-worker is fine)

No age play (age gaps are fine)

No virgin reader (this might change, but not allowed as of now)

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Hello, I'm Kai I'm a writer and this blog was made for all my Hazbin Hotel, SBG, and Stranger Things enjoyers which are the main fandoms I write for on here but I do write for others.

I'm currently hyperfixated on a few characters *cough* Adam *cough* Lucifer *cough* Vox *cough* Eddie *cough* *cough* Aiden Clark *cough* anyways enjoy.

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→ REQUESTING RULES

→ MY BOUNDARIES

→ WHAT I DO/DONT WRITE

→ LIST OF FANDOMS

→ "TO DO LIST"

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→ I DON'T WRITE OC X CANON OR CANON X CANON .

→ PLEASE ADD PRONOUNS FOR THE READER IF YOU DONT I'LL AUTOMATICALLY USE GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS.

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→ PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL OF EVERYONE

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★ What I write ★

(List of fandoms at the bottom of the list)

→ I DO WRITE NSFW (NOT SAFE FOR WORK) BUT NOTHING TOO EXTREME

→ XREADER (You) SCENARIOS, ONE SHOTS, AND HEADCANONS

→ I LOVE WRITTING BOTH ANGST AND FLUFF AND SOMETIMES SOME SMUT

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★ What I don't write ★

→ I REFUSE TO WRITE ANYTHING TO DO WITH INCEST, SUICIDE, VORE, FETISHES (UNREASONABLE ONES), PEDOPHILIA, RAPE, OR EXTREMELY DARK TOPICS

→ I WILL NOT WRITE NSFW FOR ANY CANONICALLY UNDERAGED CHARACTERS EVEN IF THEYRE AGED UP I WILL NOT WRITE THAT

→ I WON'T WRITE ANY OC X CANON OR CANON X CANON UNLESS I'M INTERESTED IN IT, BUT I DEFINITELY WON'T WRITE OC X CANON

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★ List of Fandoms & Characters ★

→ HAZBIN HOTEL

✦ ADAM

✦ ALASTOR

✦ ANGEL DUST

✦ CHARLIE

✦ LUCIFER

✦ LUTE

✦ LILITH

✦ HUSK

✦ NIFFTY

✦ VALENTINO

✦ VOX

✦ VELVETTE

✦ VAGGIE

→ STRANGER THINGS

✦ Eddie Munson

✦ Billy Hargrove

✦ Steve Harrington

✦ Johnathan Byers

✦ Jim Hopper

✦ Nancy Wheeler

→ HELLUVA BOSS

✦ BLITZØ

✦ MOXXIE

✦ MILLY

✦ LOONA

✦ STOLAS

✦ FIZZAROLLI

✦ ASMODEUS

→ OBEY ME

✦ LUCIFER

✦ MAMMON

✦ LEVIATHAN

✦ SATAN

✦ ASMODEUS

✦ BEELZEBUB

✦ BELPHEGOR

✦ DAIVOLO

✦ BARBATOS

✦ LUKE (PLATONIC)

✦ SIMON

✦ SOLOMON

✦ THIRTEEN

DIGITAL CIRCUS

✦ JAX

✦ RAGATHA

✦ POMNI

✦ CAINE

✦ ZOOBLE

✦ KINGER

→ CODMW3

✦ SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

✦ JOHN PRICE

✦ JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH

✦ KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK

✦ KONIG

✦ ROACH SANDERSON

✦ ALEJANDRO VARGAS

✦ ROMANOV MAKAROV

✦ KEEGAN .P. RUSS

✦ KATE LASWELL

→ DEMON SLAYER

✦ TANJIRO KAMADO

✦ NEZUKO KAMADO

✦ ZENISTU AGATSUMA

✦ INOSUKE HASHIBIRA

✦ RENGOKU KYOJURO

✦ UZUI TENGAN

✦ SENEMI SHINAGIZAWA

✦ GIYU TOMIOKA

✦ SHINOBU KOCHO

✦ MISTURI KANROJI

✦ GIYOMEI HIJIMA

✦ OBANI IGURO

✦ MUZAN KIBUSTUJI

✦ AKAZA

✦ DOUMA

✦ KOKOSHIBO

✦ GYUTARO

✦ DAKI

✦ RUI

✦ TAMAYO

✦ YUSHIRO

→ MY HERO ACADEMIA

→ FNAF SB / SAMS

✦ SUNRISE

✦ Moondrop

✦ Montgomery Gator

✦ Eclipse

✦ Bloodmoon

✦ Lunar

✦ Gemini

✦ Earth

✦ Solar

✦ Freddy

✦ Roxanne

✦ Chica

→ CREEPYPASTA

✦ eyeless jack

✦ Ben drowned

✦ Ticci toby

✦ Jeff the killer

✦ Masky

✦ Hoodie

✦ Clockwork

✦ Jane the killer

✦ slenderman

✦ splendorman

✦ Laughing jack

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School bus graveyard

Aiden Clark

Taylor

Ben

Ashlyn

Tyler

Logan

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[princess-marida]

Maria § 28 § Mexican § Multifandom § Avid brainstormer

Welcome! When prompted, I like to talk about current fixations; always open to talk Pokemon, animation/entertainment industry, language learning, my OC's (or any plotbunny i had randomly), my fic collection and The Mummy (1999) my beloved. I have novel length conversations with myself on the tags. Open to healthy convos about a ship, movie, tv show or videogame (currently playing: Horizon Zero Dawn - Frozen Wilds).

i don't write, but I sure as hell hoard fanfics like a dragon. patron of the arts (i leave nice comments on ao3). oc x canon safe zone

FFnet / AO3 / Fic Rec

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reblog 18+ content; minors beware or dni

tagged spoilers if asked

My Stuff

mine | my art | my gifs | general babbles | videogame babbles

i was a gifmaker in the good ol' days but not anymore, requests CLOSED

RotBTD Jarida Blog @thejaridafamily

OC's: Darshana (original), Makoto (BNHA), Haru (BNHA), Valeigh (Pokemon), Julia (PJO), Claudia (PJO), Melinda (HP)

xReader reblogs:

bakugo katsuki (bnha)

billy hargrove (stranger things)

steve harrington (stranger things)

[editorandchief]

Stranger Things Masterlist

Steve Harrington

Johnathan Byers

Dustin Henderson

Eddie Munson

Jason Carver

Charming

Nancy Wheeler

Eleven 'Jane' Hopper

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Will Byers

Billy Hargrove

Max Mayfield

Series:

Hell Hath No Fury

[shestrying2write]

Teaching you to drive

Word count: 802

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Authors note: This is my first ever Drabble. I’ve wanted to start writing for so long so here’s some soft-ish Billy for you.

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The first time you had been behind the wheel of his precious blue Camaro, had been after a rager. Billy had gotten so badly drunk that he could barely speak. He of course would never admit to being wasted. “I’m fine babe” he’d slur in your direction as you struggled to walk him to his car. “I can drive myself home” he muttered as his eyes slowly began closing on the walk to his car. 

You had managed to finally get him in the car and grab the keys from his front jean pocket. You turned to look at your boyfriend in the passenger seat and he was snoring, cheek against the glass and legs wide open. You put the seat belt over his body and then you buckled yours. You turned the car on and took a deep breath. “I can do this” you whispered to yourself. 

You put the car in gear and felt it jolt forward. You looked over and Billy was still snoring. It had taken what felt like hours, but in reality was twenty minutes, to get him to your house. There was only a minor dent in the car from you trying to turn into your driveway and accidentally getting a little too close to your mailbox. However, what you called a success Billy called a crime against his baby. After that night, he vowed he would teach you to drive. 

That’s how you ended up here, in his precious baby, with Billy yelling for you to stop. You hit the brakes as fast as you could and watched as he slid forward, hand clutching on to his seat belt. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry” you kept chanting as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. Billy truly tried to remain calm, he didn’t know if he was more worried about you getting hurt or his car. He let out a frustrated groan and then looked at you “it’s fine” he said through his teeth. “Just— go slowly” and you tried your hardest to obey what he said. 

It took some weeks before you were driving at a comfortable speed, without Billy basically crying with fear. Every time you’d finish a lesson, he’d make sure to praise you. He’d hug you tightly and then thank god that it was over. He wasn’t a bad teacher, he was just an easily frustrated one. Once he thought you were ready he took you to take your test. “I can’t do this” you wiped your hands on your pants for the hundredth time. Your palms were sweaty and your leg couldn’t stop shaking as you sat there waiting for your name to be called. “Hey, hey look at me” Billy placed his hand under your chin pulling your face softly to look at him “You got this princess. We’ve practiced, I even let you drive the camaro every now and then. Do you think I would do that if I didn’t think you were ready?” Billy could be so sweet when he wanted to be. Under that hard player exterior was a huge teddy bear that just craved closeness. “Y/N” a deep voice called. “She’s here! And she’s gonna MAKE THIS TEST HER BITCH” Billy would yell as your cheeks got bright red. You’d stand and go to take your test. 

You came out 25 minutes later and looked at your feet as you solemnly made your way to Billy. He’d immediately walked over to you and wrapped his arms tightly around your torso, “It’s okay. You can take it again. That dumbass instructor probably can’t even drive right. Screw him princess. We’ll try again” he’d go off on a rant trying to soothe you thinking you failed. “I passed” you mumble into his shirt. He’d hold you at arms length and stare at you with wide eyes “you what?” He asked skeptically. 

 “I passed” you shrug your shoulders nonchalantly. Billy’s face broke into a smile and he lifted you by the waist, spinning you around.

 “I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!” He’d yell into your neck as he began peppering kisses all over your neck and face. “We have to celebrate” he’d suddenly realize. 

“What did you have in mind?” You’d ask with a soft smile as you both made your way to his car. 

 “I think you know exactly what I have in mind,” he said with a smirk as he tossed you his keys and got into the car. As you drove back home in his camaro he wouldn’t stop smiling at you and yelling “MY GIRLFRIEND PASSED HER EXAM WOOOOOO” out the window. Your cheeks would stay a permanent shade of red, but you’d look over and smile because Billy may be a big loud idiot, but he was your big loud idiot. 

[chr0llossexygf]

RIBBONS, CHEERLEADERS, EDDIE

PAIRING: eddie munson x fem reader

SUMMARY: eddie is surprised to see a hawkins high tigers uniform in a heavy metal shop. but he’s even more surprised to see it belongs to hawkins high’s golden girl y/n l/n.

WARNING: fluff sm sm sm fluff. THIS IS CO CUTE OMG!2:!:7: creds to the original gif owners! idk their @ cuz i find most of these gifs on pinterest and they aren’t linked :((

eddie walks the streets of hawkins with his hands in his pockets. he’s wearing his hellfire shirt with his jean jacket. his skinny black ripped jeans. it’s the same thing he wore last week on tuesday. but it doesn’t really matter.

he looks at the shops, none of them seem to fit his style and taste. not that there are any to begin with in hawkins. it’s a shit hole made for stupid suburban rich families. not for people like eddie.

in the midst of his little breakdown of how shitty the town is, one shop catches his eye. he’s never seen this shop before. he walks a bit faster. his eyes widen. slayer heavy metal shop? holy shit. holy shit.

his face brightens up. there’s no way. a heavy metal shop in hawkins? what the actual fuck? he stops right infront of it. he looks at the inside from the big glass windows. holy shit it’s sick. there’s everything there. t-shirts. vinyls. posters. cassettes. jackets.

his eyes travel around the shop. his eyes widen. he stumbles.a hawkins high uniform. a cheer uniform to be exact. he stares. your hair is up in a pony tail. a dark green ribbon tying it together. your wearing white knee socks with white sneakers. he recognises you. it’s y/n. what are you doing at a heavy metal shop?

he pushes the door open. you turn around, your skirt twirling with you. a smile on your face. “ e-eddie?” you blurt out in surprise. “ oh my would you look at that! you remember me!” eddie says his eyes wandering around the shop. you smile, “ yeah of course why wouldn’t i?” you say folding a motörhead t-shirt.

“ i’m surprised you remember me y/n.” he says flipping through a bunch of dio vinyls. you laugh. eddie walks around the shop, “ you know, i am obviously not the one to judge people but uh. what are you doing here y/n?” he says shoving his hands in his pockets. you turn around crossing your hands, “ what do you mean?” you ask tilting your head to the side with a smile. eddie laughs grabbing a mötley crüe cd. “ you know your a cheerleader what would you be doing in a heavy metal shop?” he confesses turning the cd around to look at the price. you giggle, “ what your saying is i don’t fit in?” you mumble smiling.

“ no no totally not. it’s just you know you dont-“ you cut him off. “ fit in? i know. believe or not i like heavy metal.” you giggle looking through patches. eddie walks up to the cashier leaning on it, “ so let me get this straight. y/n l/n the most popular cheerleader of hawkins high works at a heavy metal shop.”

“ correct.” you mumble turning to look at eddie. “ is that a bad thing?” you ask smiling.

eddie quickly shakes his head. “ no no no totally not. it’s just- your not what i thought you’d be like.” he says grabbing a metallica patch. “ mean and scary?” you giggle walking to the cashier. eddie tilts his head to the side, “ yeah well i actually kind of thought you’d be kinda mean and scary too.” you mumble biting your lower lip. eddie chuckles, “ i certainly look the part.”

you laugh. “ so do i, i mean i look like your typical mean cheerleader.” you joke biting your nails. eddie covers his smile with his hair. “ who works at a heavy metal shop.” he adds. you smile nodding.

you look at the patch he’s holding. “ i have that one on my jacket.” you say looking up at eddie. he giggles, “ you listen to metallica?” he questions quietly. you nod giggling, “ yeah i do.”

he smiles again. he’s surprised. and shocked.

and happy? your so easy to talk to. no one from hellfire is gonna believe him if he tells them he saw y/n l/n in a heavy metal shop. but he also doesn’t wanna tell them. he wants it to be a little secret between you and him. how is it so easy for you to make him smile. how are you so easy to converse with. he feels warm. really warm right now. he feels secluded from the world. and that’s a good thing right now.

“ then i‘ll take this one.” he hands you the patch. you look at his denim vest, “ do you want me to sew it on?” you ask looking back at him. “ oh i wouldn’t wanna steal your look l/n.” he whispers furrowing his eyebrows jokingly. you roll your eyes.

he takes off his vest placing it on the counter. “ i put mine on the right side. do you want yours on the left?” you mumble opening a drawer, grabbing a sewing needle. “ i don’t really mind.” he says shoving his hands in his pockets. “ i’ll put it on the right side so we can match.” you mumble smiling.

his heart just melted a bit. heat rises in his cheeks. his ears get warm. he quickly looks down hiding his face.

“ all done!” you exclaim looking at eddie, he looks at his denim vest. “ oh that’s sick.” he chuckles. “ you like it?” you question smiling.

“ yeah of course i do.” he says admiring the patch. you feel your cheeks start to heat up. you cough looking around the shop. “ it’s uhm- it’s for free.” you choke on your words. he looks at you in confusion.

“ your cool eddie.” you mumble playing with the hem of your skirt. eddie chuckles, “ your cool too y/n.” he whispers gently grabbing his denim jacket putting it on. “ so uh are we just gonna go back to not talking to each other during school?” he says putting his hands in his pockets. you giggle. “ why?”

“ because i’m a freak l/n.” he teases biting his nails, you look at his rings. “ so am i munson.” you giggle biting your lower lip. “ you know what- here.“ eddie looks at you.

you remove the green ribbon from your hair. your hair falls down.

eddie stares at you. you look so beautiful right now. your eyes are beautiful. your hair is falling in slow motion for him. time froze. he examines your face, your eyes are sparkling. your smiling. you have the cutest most adorable smile on earth. his eyes bore into you. he can stare at you for hours and hours and not get bored. something soft snaps him out of his trance. he looks down to see you tying the green ribbon around his wrist.

“ here. if your so sure we won’t talk to each other at school. or if u forget to talk to me, just look down at your wrist. there’s your reminder munson.” you giggle tying the ribbon.

“ you deserve a reminder too then. for when your too busy with the shooting balls into laundry basket weirdos. with your little pom poms.” he reaches for his back pocket, he grabs his black hankerchief. you laugh tilting your head to the side. “ what is it?” you ask smiling. “ your wrist please?”

you extend your wrist to him, he ties his hankerchief around your wrist. you blush again. he’s holding your wrist. and holy shit your skin is soft. so so so soft. he doesn’t wanna let go. he double ties it just to be able to feel your soft skin against his. “ there we go.” he chuckles.

“ oh that’s sick!” you exclaim looking at your wrist. eddie smiles. “ yeah? you think so?” he whispers gently. you nod smiling. “ then i’ll see you at school freak.” eddie says turning around . “ i’ll see you freak.” you laugh. eddie opens the door turning around to look at you once more. you wave. he waves back. “ gosh your adorable.” he mumbles under his breath turning around to leave.

[tht0nesimp]

yan billy hargrove very possessive of yn like very possessive…

yn goes out with friends and when yn returns home billy is in yn’s room waiting in the dark and pretty much gets yn in trouble and punishes yn and maybe some smut?

TW: smut, violence, non(dub?)con, stepcest if you squint, partying, crying, degradation,

You climbed into the window, stumbling in the dark area stepping on things in your woozy state

It was the most fun you had since billy started not letting you go out to parties without him, he made you leave early not like you really had anyone else at the parties after your friend had disappeared not too long ago

You were surprised to find billy sitting at your desk with handcuffs along with a six pack of beer, he offers you one which you find strange but take one as to not anger the man further you take a sip but notice a small, barely detectable, difference

"hmm.." you akwardly smile at him but, you dont?, your lips dont seem to work and neither do your previously standing legs that had fallen down and leaned out to fall on your bed

"wh-wa-" you couldnt even talk but billy quickly occupied your mouth with his tougue that seemed to reach all the way down your throat and into your very lungs

It wasnt long before he was inside of your gummy walls, doing everything that you never could have dreamed of experiencing before this experience

"billy, F-FUCK" billy grunts quietly "fucked you so good your vocie came back?" you nod rapidly and feel yourself tightening around him, you were both nearing the breaking point albeit yours was for the third time this evening

"damn, milking me? must love this" you shake your head but are interuppted by your insides being thrusted into one last time as he bit his lip to silence himself "da-damn" he pulls out and you turn over onto your side and feel the drowsiness in your now tired and fucked out body

"go to sleep, but just to let you know"

"your mine now, darling"

[bingbongsupremacy]

My Baby

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Warning: Reader can get pregnant, use of Y/N, mentions of addict Billy

Summary: Billy has a substance abuse problem. He's unpredictable. After a bad fight, he moves away to California without letting you know. Little did he know you were pregnant. It's been five years since he moved away. He's suddenly thrust back into your life when your daughter runs into him. Do you trust he's really changed? Will you allow him into your baby's life?

*Not Proof Read*

Pt. 2

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The birth of my daughter was the best thing that ever happened to me. The moment her bright little eyes met mine, I fell in love. I knew I would work tirelessly to keep her healthy and safe. I also knew I’d never tell Billy about her. Besides, he wasn’t in town anymore. How would he ever find out?

Billy was a party boy. He loved drinking and staying out until three in the morning. At first, I did too. Things were fine—until drugs entered the picture. When Billy got into coke, everything fell apart. He needed to be high all the time. I couldn’t have a serious conversation with him without it ending in him raging and running off. He couldn’t handle confrontation.

I understood why he used. Living in his house sounded like a nightmare. There were countless nights when he’d show up at my place, his body marked with fresh bruises. His dad was an abusive asshole, and his mom had left. All he had at home were bad memories and anger.

I found out I was pregnant a week after he took off for California. He never told me he was leaving. We had a fight, and like always, he chose to run away instead of working things out.

I thought about telling him about the baby. I wondered if he’d come back, if he missed me, or if he somehow sensed there was a baby and missed it too. On nights I wasn’t working, I’d imagine our life together. The image of our little family wasn’t perfect, but if I closed my eyes hard enough, it felt almost real. Maybe the baby would change him the way it had changed me. Maybe he could grow up.

But I never called him. I didn’t even know how to reach him. And even if I did, there was no guarantee Billy would sober up and become the parent our baby needed. I couldn’t subject my child to instability and trauma just to satisfy my own wishes.

When my parents found out about the baby, they threw me out. A child out of wedlock didn’t fit the perfect pastor’s family image they desperately clung to. Dating Billy and going to parties had already strained our relationship. The baby was the final straw.

My coworkers—now my closest friends—let me move into their apartment. I slept on the couch until I could save enough for a deposit. Robin and Steve saved my life. They’ve been there for me through everything. I wouldn’t have made it without them.

“Y/N! I’m ending your break early,” my manager barked, striding toward me. He threw my bright red apron at me. “A fleet of cars just pulled up. We need all hands on deck.”

Shit. I was supposed to have another ten minutes. Rosie might not finish eating if I leave. She gets distracted easily. “I’ll be right there,” I said, wiping ketchup off her soft cheek.

“Now, Y/N!”

Rosie looked up from her coloring book as I caught one of her crayons before it rolled off the table. Her big, beautiful eyes—Billy’s eyes—peered up at me. She was the perfect blend of the two of us. “Mommy, are you leaving?” she asked with a slight pout.

“I’ll be right back, okay? Just finish your dinner. You promise?” I stood up.

Her frown deepened. “I want you to sit with me, Mama.”

“Y/N!” my manager shouted again.

“I promise I’ll be back soon. Just finish your chicken tenders, and I’ll buy you dessert. Alright, baby?”

Rosie sighed. “Fine.”

I kissed the top of her head before turning to face the rush of customers streaming into the restaurant. They must have come from the local game.

The next hour was a whirlwind of taking orders and running between tables and the kitchen. By the time I checked, Rosie’s booth was empty.

“Did Robin come to pick up Rosie already?” Steve asked as I cleared a table.

My eyes widened. “What? No. She’s not coming until six. She’s not in the booth?”

Steve’s brows furrowed in concern. “No. All that’s left is a half-eaten plate of food and her coloring stuff.”

My heart dropped. I spun toward the booth I’d left Rosie in, near the back of the restaurant. It was empty.

Dropping the wet rag in my hands, I rushed over. I checked underneath the table, praying she was just hiding. Nothing.

“Rosie?”

Panic clawed at my chest.

“She has to be around here somewhere, Y/N. We’ll find her,” Steve said, trying to reassure me. “I’ll check out back.” He disappeared into the kitchen.

I frantically searched the booths and corners of the restaurant. Nothing. Where was she? I knew this would happen. I knew someday she’d get taken, or wander off, and I wouldn’t be there. I was so fucking irresponsible.

The bell above the front doors jingled as someone new entered the diner.

And then, I heard it—Rosie’s giggle, soft and familiar.

My eyes snapped toward her. Relief washed over me as I saw her being carried in by a tall man. His arms, clad in a light blue denim jacket, supported Rosie’s small frame against his chest.

I rushed to them. “Rosie!” I gasped, scooping her out of the man’s arms and holding her tightly. “Where did you go? I told you never to leave without Mama! You could’ve been hurt!”

“I saw a puppy, and I had to say hi!” Rosie beamed. “The puppy was this small!” She held her hands a few inches apart. “I got lost, but this nice man helped me find my way back.”

I gently held her arm, unwilling to let her go just yet. Finally, I looked up at the man.

And froze.

I knew him.

His face hadn’t changed much in five years. His hair was a bit shorter, but the curls were still the same. His wide eyes, a mirror of Rosie’s, took me in with surprise.

“Y/N?”

“Billy.” My voice came out quieter than I intended.

His gaze flickered to Rosie, still nestled in my arms. “Is this your…”

“My kid, yeah. This is Rosie.” I gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“I didn’t know you had a kid.”

We stepped aside to let a group of customers leave.

“How would you? You’ve been in California for the past five years,” I said, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice.

Billy’s expression hardened slightly, but he said nothing.

“Y/N, you need to get back to work! We need your help clearing tables,” my manager barked from behind me.

I felt overwhelmed. What if Rosie ran off again? What if next time, no one was there to help?

“Who’s her dad?” Billy asked softly.

“What’s it to you?” I snapped, narrowing my eyes. The last thing I needed was him poking around and disrupting our lives. “Look, thanks for bringing Rosie back, but you can go now. Whatever brought you back to town, get back to it.”

I turned and headed toward Rosie’s booth, setting her down. “You can’t run off like that, Rosie. You need to stay here.”

“I think we need to talk, Y/N,” Billy said, following me.

“No, Billy. We don’t.” I let out a bitter chuckle. “And in case you haven’t noticed, I have to get back to work. I don’t have time for this.”

“I’ll wait. When do you get off? Besides, it looks like you need someone to watch Rosie while you work. I’m free.”

He was so stubborn. It was something I’d always both hated and loved about him. And as much as I didn’t want to admit it, having someone watch Rosie would ease my stress.

I sighed. “Fine. Her stuff is back here.” I led him to the booth. “This is Billy. He’s going to sit with you for a while until Auntie Robin gets here. Be good, okay?”

I cast one last glance at Billy and Rosie before heading back to the kitchen. This day was turning into a nightmare.

Robin came to pick up Rosie at six. Billy stayed.

When my shift finally ended at eight, I slid into the booth across from him, utterly exhausted.

“What do you want, Billy?” I asked, untying my apron.

His gaze softened. “First, I want to say I’m sorry. I was an immature asshole when I left. I didn’t think about you or how much you cared about me. I ran from my problems. You didn’t deserve that.”

I looked down at the apron in my hands, unsure how to respond.

“You didn’t deserve to be treated the way I treated you,” he continued. “And I’m sorry.”

I didn’t expect an apology. “Thank you,” I muttered.

Billy hesitated. “When were you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“About Rosie.” His voice dropped, losing its usual confidence. “I’m not stupid, Y/N. She’s five. She has my eyes, my nose…she looks like a little version of my mom.” He let out a breathless chuckle, running a hand down his face. “I saw her outside, and I knew. When she told me her age, I was sure. She’s mine, isn’t she?”

My heart pounded. There was no way to avoid this. “She’s yours.”

Billy exhaled sharply. Relief? Frustration? I couldn’t tell. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You left me, Billy,” I said, anger rising. “A week before I found out. Your whole life revolved around drugs and alcohol. I didn’t want to expose a baby to that—or to you. You weren’t ready to be a parent.”

“I still deserved to know!” Billy’s voice cracked. “You didn’t give me the chance to change. I missed five years of her life. Five years I can never get back.”

“I didn’t know if you would change, Billy. I didn’t want her to suffer like you did growing up. I did what I thought was best.”

Billy was silent for a moment. “I’ve changed, Y/N. I cleaned up my act. No more coke, no more drinking every night. I have a job—a real one. I’m here to stay.”

I studied him. He looked healthier, steadier. Maybe he had changed.

“Rosie deserves to know her dad,” I said finally. “But if I see any sign of you slipping, you’re out of her life. We’ll take this slow. No big revelations yet.”

Billy nodded. “Thank you. I won’t let you down. I swear, I'm done with California. I'm done running away from my problems.”

For the first time in years, I felt a cautious sliver of hope.

“Well then… Rosie’s probably asleep by now, but if you want, I don’t work tomorrow. Maybe you could swing by my place, and we could go out for ice cream or something? Just so you can get to know each other,” I suggest, unsure how to navigate this.

“I’d like that,” Billy says with a small smile. “Thank you.”

Billy drives me home. His car smells faintly of cigarettes—not nearly as strong as it used to. Unlike before, the car is clean. No beer cans or liquor bottles litter the floor.

The ride to my apartment is quiet, with neither of us knowing what to say.

When we arrive, I thank Billy for the ride and head inside. Everything is dark except for the kitchen light, left on for me. Quietly, I kick off my shoes by the front door and tiptoe to my room.

Rosie is curled into a small ball on her side of the bed, a thin blanket draped over her tiny frame. Her stuffed bunny is tucked under her arm.

I’ve been trying to save up for her own bed, but it’s been hard. With rising rent and unexpected doctor visits, any money I’ve saved disappears almost as quickly as it’s set aside.

After a quick shower, I climb into bed beside Rosie. As soon as she senses me, she scoots closer, her warmth pressing against my side.

My stomach twists with uncertainty. I don’t know if letting Billy into our lives was the right decision. This could end badly. I just don’t want anything—or anyone—to hurt Rosie.

I let out a soft sigh.

Only time will tell. I just hope Billy really has changed.

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Teen dad!Billy Hargrove x Teen mom!hopper!Reader

Summary: Over hearing  some of the moms in Hawkins can cause you to have your doubts.

A/n: sorry it took so long to put out another part to this. Also i think ive mentioned this before Reader is Adopted. 

Warnings: teen parenting , fluff, non sexual nudity(reader is breat feeding), mentions Neil's terrible and abusive parenting, established relationship, strong language, Billy threatens to beat Mikes ass,  She/her pronouns

Word Count: 1.3k

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Something about the middle-aged women and their own vendetta with you because of Billy and your’s child Victor, always rubbed you the wrong way. You had told El. you would pick Miked up on your way to Billy’s cause the group was gonna go biking to the arcade from there.

You got to the Wheelers and saw the group of moms huddled around the lemonade stand on the warm day of Holly. they all recognized your truck. you had tried to keep it down low but secrets are hard to keep in a small town. No one had seen you for a good few months you trying to avoid being seen on the way to doctor appointments, but when you had Vicky you looked different. It was hard to miss you around town with a stroller and a baby or the fact that sometimes you would have to drop Vicky with your dad to go do things. It didn't take long for theories to come to the surface and the truth to come out once Vicky was seen with Billy and the noticeable similarities were mainly Billy’s pretty eyes and, his widow's peak. You pulled up and Vicky was asleep so you opened the door and stepped out to ask Ms.Wheeler to get MIke while the ac ran in your car. You could feel the eyes of the neighborhood moms as they spoke about you. “Hi Ms. wheeler can you let Mike know I'm here to pick him up,” you say with a smile. “Yes of course hun,” “Of course” you could hear the other moms behind you "To think getting pregnant so you thank goodness my daughter would never be so irresponsible,” one mom said. “She must have slept around a lot and it finally caught up to her,” another whispered. “She's not a very good mother I hear, Marcy told me she sees her all the time alone around town and doesn't spend nearly enough time with the baby,” one of the moms says. You rolled your eyes getting back in the truck, it stuck to you. Were you a bad mom? Sure you were new to everything but you thought you were doing well considering your situation. The times you were seen without Vicky he was either with billy or with joy so you could shop for you El., and your father. You were drawn out of your head by the sound of a door slamming, seeing Mike go out his front the door and walk to your truck “Hey Mike,’” you say smiling “Hi Y/n” he gets in and looks at Vicky. sees the baby is miraculously still asleep. You take your guy's ride to the Mayfield-Hargrove household in somewhat silence Vicky wakes up about halfway there not too fussy more or crying cause he was hungry. “Sorry he must be hungry but we're almost There," you say feeling slightly embarrassed about the fact that Vicky was hungry and you still had about 10 mins left in your drive. your insecurity setting in. Sure it was just a 14-year-old who probably didn't care but in your head, the fact you didn't stop and weren't immediately feeding the baby was eating you a bit. Even tho you were less than 10 minutes away from Billy's. “Oh it's fine,” Mike says shrugging. You finally get into the driveway and Mike says thanks while hopping out while you grab the backpack with Vicky's stuff and pick the fussy baby up. “I know I'm sorry Vicky I know I know mama's gonna get you some food,” you saw Max walking out the door billy in tow his shirt slightly unbuttoned “Hey hot stuff, woah someone upset,” Billy says chuckling a little as he walks up to the two of you. Leaning in to hug you careful of Vicky.   “Yeah uh let's get inside he's hungry,” you say as Billy kisses your forehead. He grabs the bag as you head inside you hear the sound of your door slamming close. You get into his room and he closes the door. you laid the crying baby down on the bed trying to slip some of your top off to try and feed Vic. Billy could tell something was upsetting you probably from the way looked like you were gonna cry outside in front of your car or the fact you still looked like you were gonna cry while trying to get Vicky to latch on which seemed to not be going so well. Vic not latching on was frustrating you more Tears filling your eyes. This entire day was hard on you, and the more the day went on the worse felt. Billy could see the tears welling up in your eyes and decided that he should probably do something other than stare at the situation in front of him. "Okay doll let's try something else huh?” Billy said lifting Vic out of your arms carefully. “Lean on the pillows,” he says. The few pillows on his bed propped up you lean up more against the pillows on the wall the pillows are nice and soft surprising, and defiantly new in the teen boy's room. He closed the blinds a little more allowing a little light threw and turned off the lights so that the room was a bit darker and put a cassette in the player but kept it on a low volume. The room became calmer allowing you to relax a bit. “Now while Vic Feeds your gonna tell me What got you all fussed up,” you nod there was more success the second time trying to feed Vic. “So I was getting Mike and-” “That little Dip-Shit didn't say anything I have no problem beating a 14-year-old as-” Billy says leaning up from the spot he was laid back on, on his bed. “No! no, he didn't say anything, I was gonna say I was asking Ms.Wheeler to call mike out and some of the other neighborhood moms were there and they started talking about me, and it's just-, Billy am I a bad mom?” the words were followed by tears running down your face. Billy looked at you with confusion written all over his face. “You a bad mom? Doll, your probably one of the best moms to ever grace this earth, one of the hottest fucking moms too,” Billy swears ”Language,” you say looking up from Vic's little face “an absolute MILF doll” you felt warm by Billy’s words. The smirk on his face on top of his flattery was enough, to create butterflies. “Your so attentive to Vic, you juggle taking care of you, Vic, your sister, and pretty much your dad while you're at it too, it would be a damn shame to call you a bad mom when you take such good care of our kid. I don't want you believing that crap okay, you're a good mom, you understand?” Billy says seriousness laces in his voice. “And you still find time to do stuff with those kids bad mom my ass” he mumbles the last part. The reason for your falling tears changed with Billy’s words. “Thanks, Billy” “Only statin’ truths Imma go grab you a snack” Vic in true baby fashion had fallen write back to sleep with some milk in his system. You had swaddled Vicky up and placed him in the crib in Billy's room and you had laid down your head in Billy's lap when he got back. "I'm sorry I try to block that stuff out but sometimes it just gets to me," you say softly as you feel Billy's hand rubbing soft circles on your cheek. It was moments like this you wouldn't have it any other way your boyfriend could be a little rough around the edges but he cared a lot for you and Vicky. He was determined to be a better man than his father. "Don't apologize for things that aren't your fault," he said plainly. A toothpick sticking out of his mouth that he had been chewing on. You leaned into his Touch. "Thanks, Billy,"

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CONTENT WARNING: This has mentions of sexual assault on letter F.

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Abduction, would they abduct their love interest if so when, why, and how? No but not because he has an issue with the morals of it but more to do with the fact that he doesn’t have the resources to keep you hidden long term and hide evidence.

Birth, when did their obsession start? Honestly, the moment you started peaking his interest. Of course it wasn’t all at once it built up over time, but once he started thinking about you period, he started thinking about you obsessively.

Crush, what would they do/feel if their love interest had a crush on someone else? He’s very competitive so he’d probably lose his shit he be mad at the other person and he’d definitely be mad at you

Definitely, what is something they almost certainly would do? Sometimes he’d just randomly show up in your bedroom, at your shift at work, and even class. He has zero respect for your space.

Envy, do they get envious of relationships their love interests have with others? He’s very jealous, you simply mentioning other people angers him. He’s obsessed with the idea of being the only person you touch, you talk to, you think about.

Force, would they force their love interest to do anything if so what? He has zero shame. He would pressure and sometimes outright force you to have sex with him if/when you were dating.

Guilt, do they regret any of their actions? If so, what actions? No.

Hidden, do they hide their feelings if so from who? Billy is very blunt. Once he realizes he’s attracted to you he would flirt to downright harass you into dating him.

Isolate, do they manipulate their love interest? Yes, he tries to convince you that you have no reason to have any relationship of any sort with anyone else.

Justice, how would they react if their love interest was being bullied and/or abused? He would use it as leverage against you when manipulating.

Kill, would they ever kill someone if so who and why? He nearly killed Steve canonically so yes.

Lucidity, do they know their feelings/behaviors are unhealthy if so does that stop them? He doesn’t know nor does he care.

Motivation, what is their motivation for their actions? Having you fully rely on him for support in any capacity and not having relationships with other people.

Never, what is a hard core limit? Killing you, other people are not as fortunate.

Often, what are some things they often do with/to their love interest? You do normal couple stuff like go to the movies and stuff but an even bigger amount of your time is spent in his car while he rants about things and people he hates.

Propitorial, do they get proprietorial/possessive of their love interest often? Have you read any of this? Of course yes.

Qualm, how would they feel if their love interest was scared of them? Depends on the situation and his mood which is often unstable.

Reason, what are the reasons behind their obsessive behavior/feelings? Parental abuse mostly as it’s one of the core reasons for his canon behavior.

Share, this is for various x reader fanfiction but would they “share” their love interest? No.

Trust, do they build a relationship with their love interest? Once he takes interest in you he’ll go from flirting to downright harassing you into dating him.

Unmistakable do others take notice of their obsessive behavior? Yes and most are not shocked due to his bad reputation.

Violence, do they act violently towards their love interest? Yes.

Waspish, do they often show hostility towards their love interest and/or others? Yes.

X, What is a random headcanon you have for this character as a yandere that wouldn’t be on this list? He very rarely if ever uses weapons when attacking people simply beating them to death which I think is more scary.

You, what does this character go after in a S/O? I have zero idea what to put here comment if you have any ideas.

Zealous, how passionate are their feelings compared to other yandere's? Oh god he’s so much worse than other yandere’s in the Stranger Things universe.

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Steddie

Play My Strings (Band Au Series)

Description: Band au: older kids grow apart and start their own things. Steve and Robin are in a band together. Steve the lead guitarist, (wonder where he got that from) and Robin in their lead singer. Eddie’s band is starting to become popular thanks to their manager, Nancy. Jonathan and Angie are just fans of both groups and talk to both of them, laughing at the awkwardness between both of the bands when they are together again.

Robin! (ao3 link)

Description: Accidents happen sometimes. When alcohol is added to the mix, it can be worse. So what happens when Robin accidentally tells the group all about Steve’s secret?

Too Soon

Description: Steve makes sure to keep everyone safe. He always keeps everyone safe before himself. He cares about everyone else at his house more than himself. So of course, he will fight his old friends to make sure they keep safe, even if it means his deepest secret is let out.

Loving You From Afar

Description: Eddie made it. After years of living in his crappy town, he finally got out and was able to live his dream as a rock star with his band members. Corroded Coffin was every way, they made it big. But Eddie still felt like something was missing. That someone with missing from his life.

Every Version of Us

Description: What if Eddie wasn’t the one to die? What if Steve had stayed back with Dustin and Eddie instead of going with Nancy and Robin. What if Eddie took that extra step that got Steve to stay with him.

I Was Scared Of Me

Description: Before the Upside-down brought Eddie into its mess, Steve and Eddie were secretly dating each other. But then the upside-down took Eddie away from Steve and he doesn’t know what he is going to do with himself anymore.

What You Never Saw

Description: Eddie’s dead and Dustin doesn’t understand why Steve is so broken up about it. They didn’t even know each other, why the hell is Steve upset that he’s dead?

I Thought I Was The One

Description: As much as nothing surprises Steve now about Eddie, there is still one thing he didn’t know about his future husband.

Steve x Kas!Eddie

Reclaiming You

Description: Eddie isn't Eddie anymore. Instead of the lovable nerd, everyone has learned to love, he's now a bloodthirsty killer. They just want their nerd back.

Fruity Four

Party Time

Description: Nancy, Robin, Eddie and Steve all go away for a month to one of Steve’s family holidays in Chicago. After months of tension between them all, what happens when the four of them are stuck under the same roof?

Fruity Four Adventures

Description: Adventures Eddie, Steve, Nancy and Robin all have in their little home in Chicago.

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My Boys (Series, ao3 link)

Description: You grow up with Steve Harrington as well as Eddie Munson. You three were inseparable and didn't go anywhere without the other two. But when high school began you saw that the three of you started to become distant, and cold towards each other almost. Steve gets all of these girls and Eddie becomes the 'Freak' of town. And you? The Queen of Hawkins with a bad attitude. It was an unlikely pairing, but it used to be your whole world. You are forced into being with these two again and old feelings are starting to resurface, but what happens when everything becomes difficult?

Eddie’s Song (ao3 link)

Description: After Eddie dies you start to write a song about the events afterwards.

Ours Again (ao3 link)

Description: It’s been a year since Eddie’s memorial at The Hideout. You’d all moved on a little. You and Steve were growing your family once more and you were almost ok again to be without your Eds. Until something comes back to blow it all away again. This is part 2 of Eddie’s Song.

Mother of Two (Series, ao3 link)

Description: Newly divorced and ready to get life back on track, Y/n moved to Hawkins to protect her family. What happens when the couple next door takes an interest in the single mother.

Steve Harrington x Reader

Trying to Keep Secrets

Description: Secrets are hard to keep. You and Steve have been keeping your relationship a secret from everyone and were starting to find it hard to keep. You also have another one, building up slowly, which is reviled by your Older Sister, Nancy, while the party was having a movie night at your's and Steve's place.

Robin Buckley x Reader

10 Things I Hate About You (ao3 link)

Description: You had been dating Jason for almost your whole high school life. But you started noticing that maybe you weren't as happy as you thought you were. So after another night with Corroded Coffin, you play a song for him at The Hideout, in front of everyone you know.

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Come Back to Me

Description: After a horrible accident, Billy and your daughter are fighting for their lives. You need to work out how you are going to deal with everything happening to your little family.

Dustin Henderson x Reader

Two Worlds Apart

Description: Everyone knew that you and Henderson were together. You’ve been together almost as long as you’ve been at Hawkins. But what happens when the one person you didn’t want to find out about it finds out?

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