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snack time (j.m. x rdr)

summary: fresh fruit was hard to come by. it's best enjoyed in good company.

content in this fic: fluff, declarations of love through action, minimal dialogue, small moment of peace in the middle of an ongoing shitstorm, implied relationship, no age gap, implied or otherwise

this shit is so unnecessarily long but there is nothing more that i love than writing about descriptions of food and non-verbal behaviors

It was warm and humid, and the three of you had spent more than enough time hiking a dirt trail. Just up ahead, there was what looked to be an abandoned encampment. The firepit was cold, and there were wooden boxes left unattended.

"Look!" Ellie taps Joel's arm excitedly. "We can take a break up ahead!"

A slight sigh of relief breezes past your lips at her statement. A break was long overdue, and though Joel was a man of few words, his expressions would betray him ever so often.

"We can keep pushin'. We're almost out of the woods." Cue the drawn out teenager-y whine. "Come oooooon! We've been hiking for AGES and it feels like my legs are going to fall off!"

Quietly you laughed. Joel turned his head to look at you, a look of pleading in them; please god. take my side.

The smile still present on your face, you shake your head. "She's got a point Joel. Besides, if there's anyone here to be asking for a break, it should be you." He furrows his brows. "Now why's that?"

"So you can rest those old bones of yours."

Joel groans, rolling those brown eyes of his. You and Ellie walk up ahead to the site, dropping your packs and hunkering down on the overturned crates. Joel caught up shortly after.

Everyone took their time doing whatever it is that they needed to do whether it was changing socks, reorganizing their pack, or just sitting and stretching. You and Joel sat together; he cleaned his pistol, you sharpening the knives. The quiet between you two was a comfortable silence, with the exchange of fond looks every now and again. You could've sworn you saw a smile tug at the corner of his lips.

Ellie on the other hand, decided to let her curiosity get the best of her. There were two small sealed wooden crates; almost brand-new. There was no indications of damage on the crates, no damage or mold. A twinkle in her eye as she takes her knife out, the blade flicking out smoothly. With sheer determination she works the knife to pry the lid of the box open, a joyous squeal when she's successful in her endeavors.

Reflexively Joel takes up a defensive position, pistol at the low ready. You follow behind him, watching his six. The two of you working in tandem this way was a learned skill, something you two had worked at. He felt safe knowing he had someone protecting him the way he protected the girl.

"What happened?" He inquires urgently. "You hurt?"

"What? No!" She replies, the happiest she's sounded in a while. "Put your guns down and come over here!"

Hesitantly their weapons are lowered and holstered. Taking either side of Ellie, your eyes are set upon..

"...Oranges." Joel states flatly. "You were hollerin' over oranges."

Your eyes drank in the sight of fruit; real, fresh fruit, not the freeze-dried fruit in your instant oats or the fruit leather in your pack, no. Your mouth watered at the sight of bright orange spheres set in a wooden crate in the middle of the woods. For a moment, all survival instinct flees your body as you reach into the crate like an eager child.

Joel gets a hold of your arm. "Don't eat that shit. It was just left here, you don't know where it's from!" His tone was harsh, almost mean. You'd been around him long enough; you knew how to decipher how he really felt. His eyes expressed caution, worry. Don't eat that fruit yet.

"I was going to cut into it, first.." Spoken sheepishly, a free hand rubbing the back of your neck. Anything to get into his good graces. Tentatively, he lets go of you. His touch trails your arm. He's got his eyes on you- they both do; his gaze cautious, hers curious. He gestures, go on. Cut into the damn thing already.

The more time you spent around them, the more you saw how alike they were.

You drew your knife from its leather holster on your thigh, blade glinting in the afternoon sun. The sharp blade sliced easily through pith and dimpled skin, citrus oils expressing themselves on hand and metal. Closing your eyes, you leaned in to smell the sweet citrus scent that stained your hands. An easy smile spread across your face as you're reminded of everything the fruit makes you think of. Summer days sat on the porch with mom, splitting fruit with your friends in the grade school playground, dad surprising your soccer team with orange slices as often as he could. Your eyes re-open slowly, letting them adjust to the light.

Ellie is waiting with bated breath. Joel is too, but he just wants to make sure you don't die of contaminated fruit. They watch intently as you peel the skin away from the orange segment. You giggle as some of its juice drips down your hand. Joel watched you lick it off your forearm and something stirs within him. Ellie likes when you look happy. You liked when she was happy, too.

Popping the segment into your mouth, you chew and savor it like you'd never eat it again. After eating rations that were old, expired or both, your tastebuds had gotten used to dull flavors. It was almost an assault to your mouth on how juicy and sweet that one segment was, how much flavor it packed.

A cough.

"Oh my god they're gonna die." Joel's head whips to Ellie's, an almost panicked look in his eyes. The cough is followed by a laugh.

"I'm fine," You speak, voice laced with the barest hint of laughter. "It's just.. Really sweet. And juicy."

Ellie snatches one out of the box and peels it, the scraps of peel falling to the floor. As she eats it, she realizes you're right. She eats her orange with gusto, not worrying about how sticky she's going to be in a few minutes or how it's dripping onto the cuff of her longsleeve.

You cut a wedge of orange, peel and all, and turn around to stick it in your mouth. Joel grabs an orange and looks at it tentatively. Tossing it up and down as if he were to begin a game of catch.

You turn back around and walk over to Ellie, tapping her to gain her attention. Innocent brown eyes peer up at yours. You smile, orange peel for teeth and cross your eyes. Her laughter is loud and bubbly and contagious and everything you could ever expect from a teen girl. Joel laughs too, a low rumble from his chest as he shakes his head. The three of you take seats, Joel grabbing the box of oranges and setting it down on ground level for easy access.

You sat close to Joel, thighs touching. It was still warm, but cool in the shade of the trees nearby.

"Open your hand." You say.

"Alright." He replies. His hand is on your thigh palm up. You place an orange slice with the peel off. He lifts it up to eye level, taking it between his index and thumb for further observation.

"You took the peel off for me."

"Uh huh."

"Even peeled off the white stringy bits, too."

"Mhm." You replied casually. Like peeling the white stringy bits off was something that everyone else does. It wasn't. "I don't like 'em."

You had busied yourself peeling the orange he held earlier. He didn't ask you to peel it for him; you just took it and did it. He watched you as you sat, delicately pulling the stringy bits off, cussing quietly and waving your hand whenever it got stuck to your fingers. Joel never asked much of you, there were lots of things you just did for him. When asked, you just shrugged your shoulders. Second nature, I guess. I know you'd do the same for me, too. That struck him in the heartstrings.

Your first meeting hadn't gone so well, but that's nobody's fault but the apocalypses. Often he thinks about what things would have been like if you two had met under different circumstances. He wonders if you'd like a blue-collar single dad for a lover. His expression is not indicative of his thoughts, but he does scoot a little closer to you. His arm goes around your shoulder.

You told Ellie how peeling off the skin in one go gives you good luck and now she's eaten god knows how many oranges with every attempt to get it in one try, to find some semblance of fortune in every peel that found its way into her hands. The orange stained her nails. She didn't care all too much about that, though. Showed her how the oils in the peels were flammable when expressed, how in times of old and times of emergency, the orange peel and some oil could be used as a quick candle. She asked Joel if he made one way back in his day; playfully he rolled his eyes, said she was asking the wrong fossil. You all got a kick out of that one.

The banter was easy, stories regaled about past lives over orange slices. Peels were thrown playfully, dramatic scenes ensued when anyone got hit- though they mostly came from you and Ellie.

Joel tried his best to be present, to not think of what lay ahead in your travels. To not think about the end of this journey. You noticed, he didn't think you did. You were all just trying to make it another day in this god-forsaken world. Despite the current circumstances, there was a shared feeling of normalcy.

Ellie chose to nap on the other side of Joel. He peeled an orange for you, took out the stringy bits. Fed it to you segment by segment, thumb grazing your bottom lip ever so slightly.

To some, love was a grandiose declaration showered in flowers and wine and chocolate.

To you, and subsequently Joel and Ellie, love was oranges.

You snuck some in your pack for later.

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bad name (b.h. x fem rdr)

im drunk and thirsty for billy hargrove and i thought of this in the back of an uber lets GET IT

summary: you and billy used to date. emphasis on used to. now, you stay away from him at all costs but keep finding yourself drawn to him, coming back all over again.

warnings: smut (18+),angst if you squint kind of ((i never wrote angst before. forgive me lmfao)), slight praise kink, underage drinking, smoking probably, toxic relationships, billy hargrove in himself counts as a warning right ? unprotected sex. wrap it before you tap it folks!! fluff towards the end i guess. oh everyone in this fic is 18 and older btw bc smut LMAO

song inspo that u should also listen to when reading this: you give love a bad name x bon jovi, i hate myself for loving you x joan jett & the blackhearts

it was another saturday night, and tina invited you to another one of her ragers. again. not like you had anything against partying, as any teenager in a small town like hawkins, but you knew your ex was going to be there and you really werent trying to see him. you knew he was going to be there because he thrives off of attention, no matter how good OR bad it was. 

you and billy dated for six months. six months you had tamed the beast in him. but it all came undone when he had some other bitch wrapped around his arm in the school parking lot like grip tape on a wooden baseball bat. you spat at his feet and ended the relationship, right then and there.

or so you thought. between every hookup billy had, and every guy you managed to get free dinner and head from, you two were drawn back to each other but in a sick, twisted way. like a fly caught in a spiders web. sometimes he was the fly, and you the spider. 

tonight though, you were two beers and three rum & cokes deep. the bass of the music thrummed through your body. not like you were dancing though. you only came to get drunk and get laid. and you were already drunk.

you smoothed out the crinkle in your denim mini-skirt, leaning against a wall, surveying the crowd. you caught billy in your vision, frizzy blond curls and all, dancing up against some random girl from the cheer team. you didnt get jealous. i mean, how could you? you knew if you wanted him, you could have him. you did have him, at one point. 

while he was dancing, he looked around and locked his gaze within yours. he licked his lips at you, to which you returned a sultry wink. you used your tongue to wrap around the straw in your cup of spiked punch to bring it closer to your mouth and raised an eyebrow at him. he took sight of this and eased his way off the dance floor. he slightly stumbled his way over to you. leaning his arm against the wall above you, he looked down at you. he placed his hand on the small of your back, bringing you closer into him. he knew what you liked. 

“hey sweetheart.” he purred into your ear. “you look real good tonight.”

you flushed, letting out a laugh. “and so do you. couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

he smirked at you, licking his lower lip. “lets get out of here. you and me, for old times sake?”

you knew fucking him was gonna be bad. so, so bad for the both of you. but the heat pooling between your legs led you to believe otherwise.

“take me to my place, baby.” you purred into his ear. he grabbed you by the hand and led you both to his car, opening the passenger door for you. you both eased yourself into the brown leather bucket seats of his camaro. before he turned on his car, he grabbed the fabric of your shirt and pulled you in for a fervent, needy kiss. it was full of sin, fire, and teeth biting on lips. you both had to exercise restraint, because you both had a long night ahead.

the ride was spent with his hand gripping your thigh, and vice versa. neither of you wanted to lose physical contact with each other. he pulled into your empty driveway, save for your car being in there. 

“where are your folks?” he asked, turning to you. 

“gone for the weekend. went to go sightsee or something.” you replied. “wouldnt have brought you to mine if they were home anyways.”

“i know doll.” you both exit the car and waste no time in getting to the front door. you fumble with the keys, not being able to concentrate with billy’s hard dick grinding up against your ass. you groaned at the feeling and ground back into him, earning the slightest moan from him. 

once you got in and slammed the door shut behind you, it was a wrap. 

he smashed his lips into yours, pressing you against the front door of your house. you returned the heated kiss to him. you bit his lower lip, eliciting a moan from him. you took this chance and slid your tongue into his mouth. the both of you becoming more aroused, you untucked his shirt from his pants and threw it off of him. he pulled off your shirt in one fell swoop, exposing your braless chest. he groaned at the sight of your barren chest and began leaving sloppy, drunken kisses down your neck, on your collarbone and breasts. he licked a trail up back to your neck and nipped at the shell of your ear. 

“miss me, baby girl? i know you fuckin’ did.” he purrs into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

“more than anything, daddy.” you bit at his neck, fiddling with the belt buckle at his waist, wanting more of him against you. 

he picks you up and you wrap your legs around him, letting his strong arms carry you up to your bedroom. once you two get in your room, he lets you go gently on your bed, and you pull off your skirt and kick off your shoes, leaving yourself in your black thong. he gets visibly harder through his denim jeans. 

“ugh you take too long. i want you right now.” you unfasten his black leather belt and cast it off to the empty side of the bed, the side that used to be his. you yank his pants and boxers down, and his erection springs out and bounces against his washboard abs. you throw your hair up into a ponytail and lick down his entire shaft. he lets out a breathy moan at this. 

he missed the way you looked with your mouth wrapped around his long, hard member. he loved the way you looked when you’d take his whole length in your mouth and looked up at him with innocent eyes. 

he snaked his hands to your ponytail and you raised an eyebrow at him, pulling his hands away from you and pinning them to his sides. he moaned at the way you took charge. you were the only girl who challenged him in bed. you bobbed your head against him as he slowly thrust into your mouth. you looked up at him and met his gaze, smiling as best as you could with his dick in your mouth. 

“my god, angel.” he groaned out. “you look so goddamn good right now.” 

you hummed against him, feeling his orgasm ever so slightly build up. but you werent going to let him cum just yet. 

you pulled off of him, releasing his wrists from your grip and slowly pumping him. “hold out for me, baby boy.” he immediately pulls you off of his knees and places you on the bed, leaving rough kisses along your body, love bites on your collarbone and breasts. he used his teeth to pull down your underwear, discarding of them completely with his hands when they got low enough. he gently kissed along the insides of your thighs, his breaths teasing your pussy as you grew wetter for him.

he gently traces his index finger along your folds, chuckling darkly. “so wet. and its all for me, huh angel?”

you sigh, head hitting your fluffy pillows. “yes baby. all for you. please, please dont keep me waiting any longer. i need you.”

and that was all it took. he dove into you face first, flattening his tongue out and licking along your slit. your hands sunk into his blond mop, gripping tighter at him. you felt the vibration of his moan throughout your entire body and you let a sinful moan escape your lips. he took this as incentive to pull you closer by your thighs and really taste you. 

he ate you out like you two were never going to fuck again. his tongue found its way to your clit. he used one of his free hands to pull back the hood on your clit to expose it further. you arched your back into him, moans becoming louder. this only spurred him on as he gently sucked on your exposed clit. he used his other free hand to slide two fingers inside you. your grip on his hair got tighter as you rode his face, essentially. you felt your thigh muscles contract as you almost hit your orgasm. keyword: almost. he stops, and you whine at the loss of his mouth. the sight of him is almost holy. 

his blond curls tumbled down and hit his shoulders, his eyes glassy and full of fire, lust, and desire. his lips glistened in the dim light of your room, full, pink and swollen. his smooth skin shone, and you swear you almost came at the sight of him. 

“bend over for me sugar.” he says to you, in a sultry and demanding way. you flip over with ease, giving him the perfect view of your ass. you pulled a pillow closer to your face, letting it rest there. he looked at you dreamily. 

“atta girl. youre so fucking sexy.” he kissed your ass, which made you moan and push back on him, letting the tip of his dick graze against your wet pussy. 

“fuck babygirl. youre so goddamn wet. i love that.” he moaned, teasing you and himself at your entrance. “dripping wet, and all for me. your pussy is so damn beautiful.” 

you moaned into the pillow before picking your head up, “my GOD billy! please just fuck me into my mattress already, i cant wait much longer. i need that big, thick dick inside me so fucking bad baby.”

without anymore hesitation, he slid into you with ease. you both moaned at feeling each other like this again. he thrusted into you harder and harder. you bit the pillow as he laid a harsh smack against your ass, watching it redden. 

“oh god baby! yes, yes, yes!!” you moan out loudly, throwing your ass back against him as he fucked you. he loved when you fucked him back, loved watching your ass jiggle against his pelvis. he used his knees to push your legs apart, and get deeper into you. 

“god, yes princess.” he let out between thrusts. “i love when you push back on me like that. you miss my dick babygirl?”

he ruts into you, you screaming out in pleasure. “AH! oh yes daddy. i missed that dick inside me.” you felt the pressure of your orgasm build in your stomach. he felt your walls clench against his dick, and he slid out of you. 

“on your back. now.” he demanded. you threw yourself against your soft blankets as he nudged your legs spread eagle in front of him. he slid into you once more, starting with slow, deep strokes. 

“oh baby. go faster, please.” you begged him. he smiled at you.

“hm? you want me to go faster? you mean.. like this?” he picked up his pace, fast enough to arouse you but not to harm you. he knew you too well and you were too stubborn to admit it. 

“o-oh fuck yes! just like that. my god baby!!” you screamed out, burying your face into the crook of his neck and biting down. this only made him rut into you harder. he lifted up one of your legs and let it rest against his shoulder, allowing him to hit your g-spot with every thrust. 

“oh, you like that babygirl?” he cooed. “i know you fuckin’ do. god, i missed this pussy so goddamn much!” he thrusted into you, not being able to hold out much longer. not with the way you writhed against him, or how his name seemed to roll off your tongue with ease. “who’s pussy is this? who do you belong to?” he demanded an answer, and who were you to deny him that luxury?

“fuck, daddy! its yours, its all yours.” you drew out your moan, clawing into his back. “you feel so fucking good. i missed you inside me so fucking much!” you cried out. your orgasm built up again, your walls tightening around billy. 

“look at me, angel. look at me when you cum all over my dick.” he used his free hand to rub slow circles on your clit, sending you to the brink of your orgasm. his thrusts became sloppier and you knew he was going to cum too. 

“oh! o-oh fuck DADDY! yes, yes yes!” you screamed out, your pussy spasming around his dick. he continued to rub on your clit as your nails dug into and down his back while you rode out your climax on his hand. you were both certain that those marks would take a while to fade. he didnt care. 

“goddamn babygirl. im gonnna cum. where do you want it” he said, edging himself so he could hear your answer. instead of verbal response, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, ready to catch him in your mouth. he groaned at this in response, and felt his abs tighten. 

“oh fuck. come here princess.” he swiftly pulls out of you and pumps himself onto your open mouth. you catch every spurt of cum and take the extra measure to lick off the excess that dripped from his tip. you slowly and gently sucked him off, making sure to clean him off in the process. you released him from your mouth with a pop and smiled, looking up at him. he was breathing heavy and so were you, sweaty from the sinful, nasty sex you two had shared. 

spent, billy collapsed onto your bed. you throw off the covers, allowing you and him to get underneath them. you cracked a window to air out the room. you reached into your nightstand and pulled out a cigarette from your cigarette box and your cheap lighter and lit one up. you took a nice, long drag and exhaled before passing it to billy. you two shared a cigarette in your post-sex euphoria. 

“so.” he began, “when is this gonna happen again?”

“it’ll happen when it happens. you know i cant guarantee anything for you.” you responded, finishing the cigarette and ashing out on your ashtray in the window.

“right. is that why we’re here now? and you’re not my girl?” he responded. 

“billy you had some other bitch on you like white on rice when i came out into the school parking lot. thats why im not your girl.” you turned on your side, facing him. “worst part is, you embarrassed yourself, and me. that shit hurt.” 

a poignant silence hung in the air. he had nothing to refute your statement with, because you cant argue facts. “(y/n). you know i still love you. right?” 

you sighed. “yes. i still love you too. but i cant find it in me to keep away from you. i dont know what it is about you. you’re bad.”

“so i’ve been told.” he replies flatly. “can we- can we just enjoy what this is for now, at least?”

“yeah. we can.” you snuggled into his chest, his arm wrapping around you and pulling up the covers to keep your naked bodies warm, together. 

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New Kid (Billy Hargrove X F!Reader)

Howdy folks, sorry I am late! I started school and I am also sorting out my work schedule. Here is part 4 of new kid, thank you for reading/liking/reblogging/following etc! I appreciate you all so so much.

Summary: You’re new in Hawkins, hailing from the big city on the east coast. As a city kid, you think you’ve been stuck here to suffer in a small town, but there’s a certain someone who shakes it all up. 

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smoking cigarettes, underage drinking 

Taglist: @salemlysi​ @asheseiler

You sat at your mirror putting on your makeup and getting ready for tonight’s party. You swiped on a tube of red lipstick and pressed your lips together, spreading out the color. Tonight’s outfit consisted of a white cropped tank top with a slightly oversized black cardigan knotted in the front. You had on high waisted black pleather pants, and a black belt with a shiny silver belt buckle. You laced up your old red Doc Martens, they were well-worn and you wouldn’t be too upset if they got scuffed or dirty. Your hair was curled to the nines, sprayed in place so that nothing frizzed out. 

“Damn, I look good.” You said to yourself in your mirror. You threw on your denim jacket and pocketed your lipstick and your flask full of whiskey. Moments later, you heard loud beeps coming from outside.

“(y/n)! I think Steve is here to come get you!” Your dad shouts from downstairs. You come downstairs to find your dad is dressed up, with a suitcase at the door. 

“Uh. Dad? What’s with the suitcase?” 

“I have to go on a road trip, see Uncle Willy about some things.”

Your brows furrowed. “What kind of things?”

“Adult things, kiddo. I’ll be gone for the weekend. I’ll be back sometime on Monday.” He kisses your forehead and heads out for his car. You snag your keys and head out of the house, locking the door behind you. Nancy and Steve greet you right as you slide into the backseat of his BMW.

Nancy lets out a whistle, “You look fantastic (y/n)! Ready to have the best night ever?” She says to you enthusiastically.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s roll!”

--

You, Nancy and Steve enter the party house. You can feel the bass thumping in the house and your chest. The living room is full of teens with red plastic cups in their hands, dancing drunkenly and laughing. You navigate your way to the kitchen, where the rest of the booze was. 

“Hey! You’re that new girl! Come, come get a drink!” It was that kid in your chemistry class, the one that sat next to Billy.

“What’s your name again?” You shout over the music to ask him.

“Oh yeah, I’m Tommy!” He replies cheerfully. “Hey, come on, you look sober!” 

You laugh, “It’s because I am. Give me something to drink!” 

He hands you a beer, but before you can crack it open he stops you. “I bet you can’t shotgun that!” 

“What? Tommy, I could drink you under the table. Stop playin’.” You scoff. This gets the attention of the kids in the kitchen, with some of them ‘ooooh’-ing like owls. Just as this happens, you spot a mop of blond curls make its way to the kitchen where you and Tommy were. Billy eyed you up, taking a look at your outfit before turning his attention to Tommy. 

“What’s going on?” He asks Tommy. 

“Oh you know, (y/n) over here thinks she can ‘drink me under the table’, her words exact.” He laughs. 

Billy slaps five dollars down on the table. “My bets on her. Tommy, you’re a lightweight!”

You laugh out loud. “We’re placing bets now?” You pick up the five and examine it. “Who else is ready to see Tommy lose to the new girl, huh?” You were met with roars of excitement as teens were tossing cash on the table, your pile only slightly bigger than his. Billy watched you, taking a swig out of his can of beer.

“All bets are final, and winner takes all. Let the games begin!” Billy shouts, as you stab the side of your beer can, crack the lid and shotgun it. It empties fast, and you crush it underneath your boot. You continue on to your second one, choosing to chug it. The kids in the kitchen were cheering you on, hearing chants of “Chug! Chug! Chug!” over the Bon Jovi song that was booming throughout the house. 

You had finished way too many beers, the beer cans underneath your feet. You were still upright, while Tommy had half a can left. People in the kitchen were chanting your name, but all you did was let out a loud belch. You were met with cheers and claps on your back. 

“You give up yet? Ready to throw down the white flag?” You guffawed at Tommy. 

“Alright, alright! You win. Fair and square.” He shoves his bet money into your pile and you throw your hands up, inciting more cheers from your crowd of “fans”. 

“That’s how you drink Hawkins! That’s how you fuckin’ do it!” You open your flask and take a large swig, feeling its warmth trickle down your throat, feeling some drip down your lips and neck. You close your flask and feel a hard stare on you. 

Billy walks over to you and leans up against the counter while you count up and pocket your cash. 

“That was pretty impressive, (y/n). Didn’t know you had that kind of fire in you.” He smirks. 

You turn to him, uncapping your flask and drinking more out of it. “I’m a woman of many mysteries, Billy.” You laugh, tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“And I’m really digging this outfit. Completely different from that goody-two-shoes getup you had on at school today.” 

You raised an eyebrow and smiled at him, posing. “Oh? You like what you see?” You do a spin, almost tumbling over. 

He laughs at you, helping regain your balance. “Careful. Don’t need you busting your ass because you wanna show off.”

A hearty laugh emits from your belly, then a burp. “Excuse me! Jesus christ.” Your head snapped to the dance floor. You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) by Dead or Alive played through the speakers.

“Are you alright (y/n)?” Billy asks, a bit concerned. 

“I’m fantastic! This is my favorite song like, ever! Come dance!” 

“(y/n) I can’t dan-” You yanked him by the wrist and dragged him to the dance floor, completely ignoring what he had to say.

You got on the dance floor, and started to bob your head to the synth in the song, getting ready to dance and shout your heart out. 

All I know is that to me

You look like you're lots of fun

Open up your lovin' arms

I want some, want some

You spun around, dancing near Billy and trying to get him to loosen up and enjoy the song. You then grabbed his hand and yanked him closer so you two could actually dance. He began to relax and laugh along at you dancing. He didn’t know what it was exactly, but something about seeing you smile and have fun made his heart flutter. 

I set my sights on you

(And no one else will do)

And I, I've got to have my way now, baby

All I know is that to me

You look like you're havin' fun

Open up your lovin' arms

Watch out, here I come

You sang the second verse and pre-chorus, looked at Billy and shot him a wink. He laughed, a slow smirk spreading across his face. 

You spin me right 'round, baby, right 'round

Like a record, baby, right 'round, 'round, 'round

You spin me right 'round, baby, right 'round

Like a record, baby, right 'round, 'round, 'round

He grabbed you by your hand and spun you around like you were in a ballroom. He pulled you back into him, your back pressed against his chest. You were twirled out again, only this time you were dipped low, his face close to yours. It took all of your willpower to not kiss him right then and there. You came back up and danced for the rest of the night, laughing and taking the occasional sip from your flask. 

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As the music died down, you had left the dance floor panting and sweaty, a dewy sheen spread across your face. You stumbled over to the kitchen and grabbed your jean jacket from the counter, making sure your keys were still there and they were. You put on your jacket and walk outside, only to see that Steve’s car was gone. 

“Goddamn Steve… and Nancy. Damn ‘em! Damn em to hell.” You spat, staring at the porch. “Now I have to walk and, and I don’t even know where I’m at. And its LATE! Goddamn it!” 

“Who are you talking to sweetheart?” Billy asked you. He was leaned against the banister, smoking a cigarette. 

“I’m talking to me, genius.” You slurred. “Now I’m talking to you. I wanna go home but I got ditched!” You sulked. You walked over next to the banister where Billy was and plucked the cigarette from his lips. You took a drag and exhaled, letting it escape through your nose and lips. Billy watched your lips wrap around the cigarette, wishing it was him. 

“Like what you see?” You shoot him a wink, blowing the smoke away from his face and stubbing out the cigarette. 

“Yeah. I kinda do.” He licks his lips, smirking. “Now, tell me (y/n), how exactly are you getting home?”

You sigh frustratedly, “I guess I’m just gonna walk and figure it out.” You took out your flask and opened it to drink, but there was no more whiskey left. You pouted. 

“You’re not walking. I’ll take you home.” Billy stands up and offers his hand to you. You slowly push yourself up and gather yourself. You take a look at Billy’s hand and high five it. He looks at you puzzled. 

“Fix your face! Is that not why your hand was out?” You asked, words slurring here and there. 

“No, smartass. Give me your hand so I can walk you to my car.” He states, the slightest pink flush spread across his face. Giggling, you take his hand into yours and you make your way to his car. He unlocks the passenger side door and opens it for you. You lower yourself in, his hand pressed gently on the small of your back keeping you steady. Billy closes your door and makes his way to the drivers side.

“Where to, gorgeous?” He turns towards you. 

“332 Oak Lane.” 

He nods, starting up his car. As the drive begins, you notice him slip a glance at you every now and then.

“Hey Hargrove, take a picture. It’ll last longer.” You chuckle at him.

He laughs back, “No picture could capture all that beauty you got.” 

Your eyebrows flew up, painting a shocked look on your face. “Oh! Smooth talker over here. Didn’t know you could flirt like that. Color me impressed!”

The ride was peacefully quiet, right up until he pulled up to your house. 

“Nice neighborhood.” He says, then continues, turning to look at you. “How will your folks feel about you coming in piss drunk after a successful night out?” 

You laugh at his sentiment, catching his gaze. “My dads gone for the weekend. Went outta state to see my uncle. I have the whole place to myself!” 

“You.. you’re real cute ya know. Real good lookin’.” You say to him with a dopey smile on your face.

He flushes the softest shade of pink, smiles for a second and licks his lips. “Ah stop it. You’re only saying that because you’re drunk.”

“I am not! It’s true. I might be a little tipsy but.. I am right, you know.” You smile at him. 

“Tipsy? You passed that stage after your third beer. (y/n), it’s time you head inside.” He pats your thigh. 

You playfully roll your eyes, smiling. You place your hand on top of his and give it a squeeze. “Okay, I guess so. Can you walk me in? My room is up some stairs.”

“And?”

“And I’m scared I’m gonna fall! Please?” 

He removes his hand from your thigh. “Alright, I’ll walk you in. Don’t go tellin’ anyone either. I have a reputation to keep.”

You let out a thunderous laugh. “Yeah, okay buddy.” He comes over to your side of the car and opens the door. You shakily get up, feeling the dizziness get to you. 

“Easy now. Here, I got you.” He puts your arm over his shoulder and scoops you up, carrying you bridal style to your front porch. 

“Oh wow. You’re so strong! I feel like a princess.” You giggle. 

“You are. And I work out.” He continues, “Where are your keys?” 

You pull out the key that unlocks your front door and pushed it in his hands. He unlocks your front door and uses his back to shut it. 

“Alright princess. Where to?” He asks, looking down at you. Your makeup is smudged, your hair frizzed out, your eyes glazed over, flushed pink from all the drinking you had done that night. Even in your disheveled state, he still thought you were gorgeous. 

“Up the stairs. You’ll know my room when you see it.” You mumble, the tiredness setting in. Billy walks up the stairs and to your room. He could tell it was your room because of the giant Bon Jovi poster stuck to your door. 

“Okay put me down.” You ask, and he lowers you down. You slap the light switch on, illuminating your room. Billy gazes around your room, looking at all the band posters hung up on your wall. You also had christmas lights strung around your room. You had a big bed to yourself, a vanity, a small dresser and a decent sized closet. He noticed one wall void of posters. Instead of posters, you had two guitars mounted on the wall instead. One acoustic, one electric. Underneath the guitars were some amps and other guitar tech. 

“You play guitar?” He asks, looking at the guitars, his back turned. You were changing out of your party clothes, leaving you in your tank top and black boyshort underwear. You took a nearby scrunchie and pulled your hair up into a ponytail. 

“Oh yeah. Back home I was in a band. Lead guitarist you know. I still got it. Maybe I’ll play for you one day.” You say to him. “I wasn’t blessed with good vocals, my dear, but these hands? God must have took extra time with ‘em.”

“You really are a woman of many mysteries, (y/n).” He turns back around to you, but you had slipped out of the room and into the bathroom next door. He walks out of your room and finds you hunched over the porcelain throne, emptying out your insides.

Billy kneels down next to you, feeling his large warm hand on your back. 

“I HATE throwing up!” You say, face still in the toilet. “Shit is so gross.”

He chuckles. “Maybe you shouldn’t have started that drinking contest with Tommy then.” 

You lift your head up, wiping your tears away and reaching to flush the toilet. “What was I supposed to do? Let him think he could get away with shit-talking me? Just let him test me?” You and Billy laugh on your bathroom floor. “I’ll have you know, Hargrove, I come from a line of strong drinkers.”

He laughs, “Yeah, and I’m next in line to be the King of England.” He stands up, and holds his hand out to you. He helps you up, and you turn to the sink to wash whats left of your makeup off. You’re both looking at each other in the mirror. 

“I look so gross right now.” You mutter, taking out your jar of Noxzema face wash. You ran the water until it was warm and bent down to the sinks level to wet your face.

“I’ve seen worse.” Billy says, looking down at your butt. You popped up from the sink and so did his eyes. You unscrewed your jar of face wash and began rubbing it in. Billy took a seat on top of the toilet, watching you. 

“You know, you didn’t have to stay.” You state to him.

“You kickin’ me out (y/n)?” 

“No. Just saying you didn’t have to stay. I appreciate it, though.” 

He hesitated with his response. Nobody’s ever appreciated me. Or said it out loud, at least, he thought. 

“Thanks.” 

“Mhm!” You rinse the soap off your face, pat it dry and moisturize with some face cream. You turn to Billy, smiling. 

“How do I look?” You say, posing. Some of your hair had stuck to your face while you were washing it, you were in a tank top and underwear. You thought you looked like a mess. 

“Like a million bucks, doll.” He chuckles, smiling at you. You turn away and brush your teeth. Here you are, in your home, with local bad boy turned softie Billy Hargrove in your house. You catch his eye, and he just doesn’t stop looking at you, lips slightly parted. 

You rinse and spit. “Hey, Hargrove. Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” 

That snaps him out of his gaze, and his mouth closes. You yawn and stretch, feeling fatigue and the slight pounding of a headache lingering in the back of your head. You shut your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose. 

“It’s time for you to get some rest.” Billy looks up and says to you. You nod your head, and you walk over to your room. 

“Hey could you like.. turn around or something? I want to change tops.”

“Sure.” He turns his back to you and you grab a large sleepshirt out of your dresser drawer. You peel off the tank top and throw it across your room, allowing you to slip on your big shirt. “Okay, I’m done.”

“You look like a dork.” He says.

“Yeah? It takes one to know one. Dork.” You both chuckle. You crawl into bed and your head sinks into your pillow. You sigh happily. 

“Thanks for taking care of me.” 

“Not a problem doll.” He shuts off the light and begins to walk out. 

Before you fall asleep, you say one last thing to Billy. 

“Hey, Billy?”

“Yeah?” 

“You’re not as bad as they say you are, you know.” 

Billy becomes bashful at this statement. He’s lucky the lights are out or else she’d see just how red in the face he was. Those words would continue to ring throughout his head for the rest of the night. 

Before he had his chance to respond, you had already succumbed to the sweet embrace of slumber. Billy slowly approached your bed, lowered himself down and kissed your forehead. He watched the smallest smile form on your face before you turned over, enveloping yourself in your blankets.

He backed out of the room and went into the bathroom looking for medicine. He takes out two pills of Advil and places them on your nightstand, along with a handwritten note. He leaves your house, locking the door behind him. 

There was something about you that struck a chord within Billy somewhere. And it unnerved him to his core. 

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A/N: AW YALL! I LOVE WRITING SOFT BILLY. thanks for reading! as always, i will keep writing as long as you keep reading. feedback is always appreciated. my requests are open for you all. come chat! see u in part 5 

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New Kid (Billy Hargrove X F!Reader) Part 2

Thanks for sticking with me! Here is part two of New Kid. It is kinda wordy and descriptive. I hope you all enjoy it!

Summary: You’re new in Hawkins, hailing from the big city on the east coast.As a city kid, you think you’ve been stuck here to suffer in a small town, but there’s a certain someone who shakes it all up. 

Warnings: Mentions of smoking, swearing

Taglist: @salemlysi @asheseiler

You locked up your car, looking at it one last time and sighing happily. You loved your family, the family you had left. You made a mental note to remind yourself to call your uncle when you got home and tell him how appreciative you are for your new ride. 

Walking down the lot, you heard loud laughter and felt eyes on you. Like someone was staring through you, not at you. You heard footsteps trailing not too far off from you. Minding your business, you kept it pushing to the front doors of your school to the main office before class started.

“Hi, uh, I’m new here. My name is (y/n) (y/l/n). I was told to come pick up my schedule here.” The secretary looked up over her wire-frame glasses. 

“Hello! Let me grab that for you. Wouldn’t want you to walk into the wrong class now!” She pulls open a file cabinet organized by last name and flips through all the files before getting yours out. 

“Ah! Here you are (y/n). There’s your schedule for your first semester here. As a senior, you are expected to set a good example for the juniors and the rest of the student body here at Hawkins High…”

You half-heartedly listened to the spiel she had started. It’s not like you hadn’t heard it before. Based off of first impressions alone, you thought Hawkins High to be.. quaint. It was just another run-of-the mill high school. You took a quick glance and met the gaze of some random blond dude with a mop of curls atop his head. He gave you a quick wave and a wink and kept walking. You gave him a half smile and directed your attention back on the secretary, who was almost done talking. 

“...Now, before I let you off to go on your own, do you have any questions for me?” 

“No, everything was pretty straight forward. Thank you! I appreciate it.” 

She raised her eyebrows shocked, like nobody had ever appreciated her. She smiled kindly at you. “Thank you, (y/n). Enjoy the rest of your day!”

“You too, miss!” You walked out of the office, looking down to find your first class. The bell had just rang. “Shit, am I late?”

“Hey! You look new. And lost. Who are you?” A boy with sculpted brown hair and a kind face asked you. 

“Oh. Hey! Yeah I’m new. Name’s (y/n). Nice to meet you.” You extended your hand towards him. He reached out and shook your hand. 

“I’m Steve! Nice to meet you too. Let me see your schedule, we probably have some classes together..” He took your schedule from your hands and looked it over. 

“Oh, sweet! We have english, math and chem together. I can walk you to english, even though we’re gonna be a little late.” He shrugs.

“I’d appreciate that a lot, actually. I have no clue where anything is. Except the main office.” You continued. “Plus, you can blame being late on me. I’m new, and you’re being real kind.”

“Alright, sounds good to me. To english we go! Bit of a heads up, Mr. Kowalski is kind of a dick.” 

You laughed. “Yeah, so am I. Him and I can have a dick-measuring contest.” 

Moments later, you and Steve arrived to Mr. Kowalski’s class. Mr. Kowalski didn’t seem too pleased to have not one, but two late students to his class. 

“Mister Harrington. You’re late. No surprise to me, you’re always late.” Mr. Kowalski sneered to him. Steve didn’t really seem to care, he just let it roll right off of him. 

“I could’ve skipped, you know. But I apologize for being late, I uh, was helping the new girl find her way here.” He gestures over to you, and you give a small wave to the balding man in front of the blackboard. His face lit up. 

“Apology accepted, Mister Harrington! Have a seat now.” Steve went to an empty desk in the back row of the class, leaving you by yourself. Not wanting to seem rude, you introduce yourself to the teacher. 

“Uh, hi Mr. Kowalski. I’m (y/n) (y/l/n). Nice to meet you.” You extended your hand, to which he shook warmly. 

“Hello Miss (y/l/n)! Very nice to meet you! Why don’t you take the desk next to Mister Hargrove?” He gestures to the only open seat. You look and it’s the same guy you saw in the office. You walk over to the seat and sit down, taking out a notebook and pencil to jot down some notes. 

As Mr. Kowalski drones on about Othello, you jot down notes in between daydreams. You had already read and studied Othello at your old school junior year, the notes just kept you awake. You gave your friends your address, hoping they’d write you letters or something.  

“Pssst. Hey. New kid.” You hear a whisper from the left of you. It was the blond kid from earlier. 

“Yes?” You turned your head towards him, mid-sentence. This is the most you’ve seen of him, and you gave him a quick once-over. He had bright blue eyes, long eyelashes, full brows. He had a scar through his left brow, which gave his face some character. Full pink lips that hid a killer Colgate smile, and sculpted curls. You realized he had a mullet. You had never seen one so well executed before. He was easy on the eyes. 

“Do you have an extra pencil I could borrow?” 

“Yeah sure.” You go into your pencil case and pull out a yellow #2 pencil and handed it to him. “Here, keep it. I have extras.”

“Thanks, doll.” He smirked at you.

“I have a name. It’s (y/n). Use it next time, doll.” You retorted.

He raised his eyebrows at you, impressed by your smart remark. You turned away and continued taking notes until class was over. Mr. Kowalski assigned the class to read some of Othello and answer questions in a study guide. 

You raised your hand. “Uh, Mr. Kowalski? I don’t have the book. Or the homework.” 

“Ah, I see. Here you are. Catch up with the rest of the class, we are halfway through the book.” He walks to your desk and hands you your assignment. You place it in your folder, which goes into your backpack. 

“Alright, class dismissed! And there will be a quiz tomorrow. Study for it. That includes you, Miss (y/l/n).” 

You nodded, packed up for class and left, finding Steve in the hallway.

“Hey, he isn’t as much of a dick like you said he was. He was kinda nice!”

“Pft. It’s only because you’re new and you’re a girl. He’s a dick to the boys.” He continued though. 

You and Steve were on your way to chemistry class when that blond kid, whose name you still have yet to catch, stops dead in Steve’s tracks. 

“Hey. Harrington.” 

“What, Billy? You don’t see me walking (y/n) to class?” Steve retorts back. You watch them size each other up. It feels like you’re in a game of monkey in the middle, except the ball is a time bomb.

“Since when did you care about going to class, or other people for that matter?” 

“I’ve always cared, jackass. Screw off.” He continues. “Plus, shes new and we have a few classes together.”

You interject, “Do you take chemistry second period, uh, Billy?” 

“Yeah, I do.” 

“Cool great see you two there.” You simply state and walk off, not trying to be late or caught up in between whatever those two were going to get into.

After finding your way to chemistry class, Steve and Billy beat you there. You got in right as the bell went off. 

“You must be (y/n), the new student! Welcome to chemistry. There’s an available seat at the lab table in the back. Go sit! We’re starting a new lab today.”

You look in the back, and the empty seat is next to Billy, and two other kids you didn’t know. They all looked like trouble. You walked back and sat on the stool, Billy directly across from you. The girl next to you glared at you, chewing her gum like a cow. It was really off-putting, and quite distracting. 

“Hey, could you not chew your gum like that? It’s kinda distracting.” You say politely. She rolled her eyes at you and kept at it, if not chewing louder. 

“Carol that’s gross. Stop it, for real.” The boy across from her says. She scoffs and stops. You give him a silent thank you and he just nods in your direction. The teacher, Ms. McCarthy is about to give out instructions when the fire alarm goes off. 

“Alright, this is a fire drill. You know what to do.” She says nonchalantly. You grabbed your stuff and slung it over your shoulder and filed out to the parking lot with the rest of the class

Once reaching the parking lot, you beelined it to your car and sat on top of the trunk, setting your backpack down next to you. You pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in between your lips, bringing your lighter up to it and inhaling. 

“Can I bum one off you?” The gruff voice asked. It was Billy. You rolled your eyes, reluctant to give up one of your precious smokes. 

“You never have any of your own shit, kid? Seriously, nobody likes a moocher.” You took a drag off your cig and blew the smoke away from him. 

He looks at you, eyebrows furrowed. “Kid? We’re probably the same age. Are you gonna give me one or not?” 

You smile at him and chuckle. “Of course I’m not! Not with that attitude. Ask again.” You continue to enjoy your cigarette. 

“Are you serious?” You raise an eyebrow at him. He sighs, “May I please have a cigarette?”

“You may. See? Being nice gets you the things you want.” You hand him a smoke and watch him place it between his lips, watching the orange filter sit on them lazily. He has really nice lips, you think to yourself. The snap of his lighter snapped you out of your daze. He smirks at you. “Like something you see, doll?”

“Hmm.. nah.” He’s floored with your response. He wasn’t expecting that kind of response, not with the way you had been looking at him. 

“Hm. Could’ve had me fooled.” He says, a bit coldly. You disregarded him and watched as the Hawkins Fire Department came out of the school and gave the all-clear. The students and faculty filed back in. You dropped your cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. You walked back to the main entrance, Billy right next to you.

It was quiet for a bit. You preferred it that way, you hated small talk. Until Billy opened his mouth. “Hey. Thanks for the uh, pencil earlier and the cigarette.” He says, keeping his gaze forward. 

“Yeah sure. Bring your own shit next time, moocher.” You ended your sentence with a chuckle. 

He laughed along with you. He was starting to understand the way your humor worked, if that was what you could call it. 

“Nice ride by the way. Bit of a mans car though, wouldn’t you say?” He asked.

“Mans car? The hell does that mean?” You go on to continue, a bit annoyed. “Mans car, womans car, it don’t matter. At the end of the day, its my car, right?”

Billy put his hands up defensively. “Hey, you got a point there sweetheart.”

“I know.” The lunch bell had rung and you slipped into the masses, leaving Billy by himself.

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Finding a seat in the classroom was one thing. The cafeteria was a nightmare. Your dad had packed you lunch today. He packed you the perfect ham and cheese sandwich, some chips, and a bottle of apple juice. You looked around the cafeteria only to hear a familiar voice call for you.

“Hey! Hey (y/n)! Come over here, sit with me!” Steve waved you over to his table and you sat across from him. “Hey Steve! How’s it going?” 

“It’s a regular day for me, man. School, then basketball practice after.” He takes a bite out of the hamburger. “Enough about me, what’s going on with you new kid?” He laughs.

“You’re gross! Don’t talk with your mouth full.” You pause to grab your lunch out of your bag and set it out on the table. Emptying the contents out, you continue your conversation with Steve. “My day is fine, I mean I have a shitload of work to do but that’s okay. It’s all easy. I already know about Othello, I read it my junior year of high school.” You take a bite out of your sandwich, chew and swallow. “Ha. Nerd.” Steve laughs, drinking out of his milk carton. 

“Steve I have something to tell you.” He stops mid-chew and raises his eyebrow. 

“I’m listening?” 

You look around the cafeteria, and lean in closer to Steve. In a hushed voice you say, “What is with that Billy kid? He’s been on my back all day, Steve. I don’t like it. I just got here.”

Steve nods his head, understanding. “Billy Hargrove. He was a new kid too, he’s from California. He isn’t anything but trouble. He’s a player, too. He’s no good, and you should stay away from him. Like, seriously. That guy? He’s bad news!”

You motioned for Steve to stop talking, but he doesn’t take the hint. “I mean, like this guy beat me up. Like beat the shit out of me and-”

“And I’ll do it again, Harrington.” You sigh heavily, finishing your lunch and giving the chips to Steve. Billy made you lose your appetite.

“Is that why you were telling me to stop?” You nodded. Steve gets up, and stands in front of Billy. Some of the students started to look on.

“Look, Harrington, I don’t know what your problem is.” Billy says coolly. “But badmouthing me to the new kid? That’s real low.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yeah dude whatever. I don’t want her to get caught up in all.. this.” He points, moving his finger up and down. 

Billy steps closer, trying to shake Steve. Steve doesn’t move. 

“What are you gonna do, huh Billy? Beat my ass?” 

Before Billy gets a chance to react, you slide out of the cafeteria bench and walk up behind Billy, squeezing the pressure point right in between the crook of his neck and shoulder, causing him to buckle.

“You listen to me, Hargrove.” Your voice ran cold. “Leave Steve alone. So far, all you’ve done is mooch off of me and prove Steve’s point. Don’t mess with him again. Or else.”

“Or else what? You gonna tell on me to the princi- ah fuck!” You tightened your grip on him. The students turned around to see the new girl have big bad Billy Hargrove yelping in pain. Steve was just watching, wide-eyed. 

“Steve’s my friend. Don’t go looking for trouble when there ain’t none, kid.” You let him go roughly. “Get out of my sight, Hargrove.”

He rubs his neck, casting a glare at Steve and a look at you. You tried to decipher what emotion was behind his eyes. Anger? Hurt? Fear? You couldn’t tell. He walked away and sat back at his table, the cafeteria still looking at you and Steve. 

“Can I help any of you?” You barked. They quickly averted their eyes and went about minding their business.

You and Steve sat back down. “You know (y/n), you didn’t have to do that.” Steve says to you, looking down at his folded thumbs. 

“Yes I did. I don’t let my friends get pushed around by some punk and let them get away with it. Not while I’m around.” You finished the rest of your apple juice, letting out a raunchy burp. Steve’s nose crinkled in disgust. “Dude! That was so gross!” Steve laughed. “It felt nice though! Excuse me.” You laughed. 

The rest of your classes passed, and you were essentially playing catch up in every class except math, where they were starting a new unit. You had study hall last period, so you decided to start your english work. Whatever you didn't finish, you’d just do it at home. Your chemistry teacher gave you a packet of catch up work to get familiar with what was going on, despite your class getting cut short because of the fire drill. You expressed gratitude to your chem teacher and she smiled, offering her classroom as open doors should you need any help.

Once the bell rang, you packed up and left the building. You walked out of the front doors and looked at your car. She was shining bright and blue. You strolled to your car, enjoying the nice weather while it was still around. There were kids ogling your car, mumbling amongst themselves. Saying excuse me politely wasn’t working. You cleared your throat and announced, “Excuse me! I’d like to get to my vehicle, please!” That causes the crowd to disperse, and you were glad it did. You opened up the back seat and threw your bag in there. You shut the door, and before you could even hop into the drivers seat, you hear the same, gruff voice that asked you for a cigarette earlier. 

“Hey, (y/l/n). I wanna talk to you.”

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A/N: This part is super wordy and long, but it was a lot of fun to write. I write with a lot of detail because I write the way I think! I hope you enjoyed this part, part three will be out soon :)

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New Kid Masterlist

Hi friends! I’ve been missing because of school and work. but I’m back! Here is where you can find all parts of New Kid. I’ll also put everyone who’s on the taglist here as well. 

Taglist: @salemlysi @asheseiler @charmed-asylum

Part One

Part Two 

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five - coming soon!

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New Kid (Billy Hargrove X F!Reader)

Howdy, here is chapter three of New Kid. I’m slow at writing but I try my best for you all.

Summary: You’re new in Hawkins, hailing from the big city on the east coast. As a city kid, you think you’ve been stuck here to suffer in a small town, but there’s a certain someone who shakes it all up. 

Warnings: Smoking, swearing. The usual.

Taglist: @salemlysi​ @asheseiler

You turned around, pivoting on the balls of your feet. You met Billy’s gaze, taken aback by how blue his eyes are. Your heartbeat quickened at the sight of him. You took a deep breath in, exhaling slowly in an attempt to assuage it. 

“Sure. What do you wanna talk about?” You asked him. He takes a small step towards you. 

“What the hell was that earlier today? In the cafeteria?” 

You pursed your lips, letting a sigh escape from your nose. “It wasn’t obvious? I didn’t want you thinking you could kick my friends ass in a lunchroom brawl and be able to get away with it. Consider it.. my way of de-escalating the situation.” He ran his fingers through his hair, the slightest flush of embarrassment spreading across his cheeks.

“How is he your friend? You literally just met him today.” 

“First impressions are everything. He showed me, a new kid and total stranger, kindness. That’s why he’s my friend.” You turn away from him to open and unlock your car door to leave the parking lot. You got in, shut the door, and pushed the key into the ignition, revving your engine.

Rolling down your window, you leave Billy with one last message. “If you even think of so much as laying a finger on him again, your ass is grass. Watch your toes, pretty boy.”

Billy steps back as you peel out of the parking lot, AC/DC playing out of your car stereo. He remembers what you had told him earlier, perched atop your trunk:

 “Being nice gets you the things you want.” 

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You pull into the driveway, your dads car already there. Unlocking the front door, you took off your shoes and shut the door. Your father was in the kitchen, reading the paper with his feet resting on the table.

“Hey Dad!” You greeted him with a smile. “Get your feet off the table, we eat there!” You laugh, setting your stuff down on the ground and sitting next to him. 

He set aside the local newspaper, giving you his full attention. “Hey, kiddo. How was your first day today? Make any friends?” 

“Just one. His name is Steve, he’s pretty cool. Plays basketball for the school.” You continue. “He almost got beat up today. Today was kind of strange.”

Your dad raises his eyebrows, looking a bit concerned. You then go on to give him a play-by-play of your day, not leaving out any key points of the day. 

“And there’s this boy thats kinda been on my back all day. Name’s Billy. He’s got a mullet and thinks he’s like.. Hot shit. He tried to fight Steve at lunch today, but I got him to lay off.”

Your dad sends you a concerned look. “And how did you do that, sweetpea?” 

“I got him right on the pressure point right above the collarbone and told him to leave Steve alone. It worked!”

He chuckles, shaking his head and getting up to go ruffle your hair. “You are your mothers child. I’m going down to my study to finish editing some articles for the paper. If you have homework, and I know you do, now is your time to play catch up.” 

“Wait! Dad. That kid, Billy?” He listened. “He’s uh.. persistent.”

“What do you mean, ‘persistent’?” 

“He keeps on egging me on. Flirting? I don’t know what it is. It’s annoying. Boys are annoying.” 

He chuckles. “I know, kiddo. If it gets worse, you let me know.”

You smile at him as he steps out and goes down to his study, which was the basement. You took out your work and began studying for that english quiz. 

In the midst of your studies, you hear a knock at the door. Confused, you hesitantly walk to the front door. Opening it slowly, you only begin to get more confused. 

“Steve? What the hell? How do you know where I live?” 

“I live like.. three houses down from you. I recognized the car, thought I’d stop by and visit my friend.”

“Oh, cool! Well that’s nice of you. Do you want to come in?” You opened the door, allowing Steve to enter your house. Steve walks in, taking in the view of your house. 

“Nice place (y/n)! It’s so quiet though. No sisters, brothers?” 

“Yeah no, I’m an only child. It’s just me and my dad.”

As if on cue, your dad comes up from his study, his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He looks at you, then at Steve, then back to you. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“(y/n), who is this?” 

You chuckle lightly. “Dad, this is Steve. He’s my new friend, and our neighbor. He lives three houses down from us.” 

Steve extends his hand for a handshake. “Nice to meet you, uh, Mister (y/n)’s dad.”

Your dad lets out a hearty laugh, returning to Steve with a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you, Steve. I appreciate the formality, but no need for it.” 

“Alright, is it okay if I call you pop?” 

“Fine with me.” He chuckles. “If you two will excuse me, I’m going to go back down to my office and finish my work. These papers won’t edit themselves, you know.” He gives one little wave and descends down into his study. 

You sit back down at the kitchen table, Steve following behind you. He puts his bag at an empty seat and began to take out his english notebook. 

“Aw, you wanna be my study buddy?” You smiled at Steve.

“Yeah, I need help understanding what the hell this Shakespeare guy is saying. I don’t speak this kind of english.” 

“Alright, I got you. Don’t sweat it.” You go over your notes and explain/translate Othello to Steve for two long hours. 

“Do you get it now? Do you see why Iago got Cassio drunk?” You say, watching the gears tinker around in Steve’s brain. You can see the light bulb above his head turn on. “(y/n), you’re a GENIUS! You’re the best. Now I can hopefully pass that quiz Mister Kowalski is giving us tomorrow.”

You groaned at the thought of the quiz. “What gives? I just got here and I’m swamped! Ms. McCarthy and the math teacher are the only ones giving me some wiggle room.”

Steve laughs. “I told you he was a dick, you just didn’t believe me!” He begins to pack his bags in order to get ready to go home, before it got too dark. 

“Oh hey! (y/n), what are you doing tomorrow night?” Steve asks, grinning. 

“I don’t know. Chemistry? Why, what’s going on?” 

“Uh, wrong answer, nerd. Come with me and Nancy to this party tomorrow. It’ll be good for you. I promise.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him. “Um. Who’s Nancy?”

“Oh! Yeah right! You haven’t met her yet, she wasn’t at school the day you came. Nancy is my girlfriend. She’s the best.” Steve said admiringly, a light flush on his cheeks as he thought about his girlfriend. You thought it was so cute seeing Steve get all soft about his girl.

“Well, she sounds lovely. I can’t wait to meet her.” You give a kind smile to Steve, and he returns it to you. 

Steve zips his bag up and slings it over his shoulder, almost out the door. “Hey, wait a sec. You never answered my question!” 

“What was it again?”

“Party tomorrow. Are you coming?”

“Hm.. yeah sure. I’m game.” Steve celebrates with a quiet but excited yes! “Only on the condition you’re my ride. I refuse to drive my car when I’m going to a party.”

Steve nodded understandingly. “Whatever it takes for you to have a good time. I gotcha. See you tomorrow (y/n)!” Steve gives you a quick hug and you see him out the door. What a nice kid, you thought to yourself. You gathered your things and went upstairs to your room, getting ready to take a shower and read yourself to sleep, eager for tomorrow to come. 

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Tomorrow morning came and you walked into Mr. Kowalski’s class on time. You decided to wear a white pleated skirt that stopped just above your knees, your dads old knit green sweater with a white collared shirt underneath, white bobby socks and black oxfords. Your hair was tied up into a tight ponytail with a white scrunchie. You walked over to the same seat you had been in, right next to Hawkins High resident jackass. 

Billy eyed you up and down, taking in your entire outfit like he’d never see it again. He liked how your ponytail would sway and bob with your motions, and how your skirt flounced with every step you took. He wanted to know what you really looked like, underneath all the baggy layers you’d wear. 

“Good morning, (y/n). You look nice today.” Billy gave way to a soft smile, raising one of his eyebrows.

You were taken aback for a second. Billy Hargrove, addressing you by your name and not one of the pet names that he likes to use? Whats next, he throws a hanky over wet puddles for you to walk across so your feet don’t get wet? 

You wish. 

“Good morning Billy. And thank you, I appreciate the compliment.” You smoothed out your skirt to take your seat properly. 

“You ready for this quiz?” He asked, trying to initiate small talk.

“Duh. I’m always ready.” You joke, pretending to brush dust off of your shoulder. This gets a chuckle out of Billy, and you get to see his smile. His perfect white smile, with plump pink lips to match. Talk about an oral fixation. “In all honesty though, at my old school we read Othello as juniors, not seniors. So I’m pretty confident. Are you ready, though?”

“Hell no I’m not.” You chuckle and shake your head as Mr. Kowalski hands out the quiz. You skim the questions on the quiz. Piece of cake. 

“Okay class! The quizzes are out. No talking, no noise. When you are done, come to my desk and put it in the bin. When you finish, you may use your free time as a study hall or to do silent activities. You may begin.” 

Once he finishes talking, you write in your answers, confident in yourself. You look over to your left and see Billy trying his best. You half-smile at him and peek in the back corner to see Steve. Steve is writing so hard and fast you swore you saw the end of his pencil steaming. You got back to your own quiz, finishing it in record time. You double-checked your answers, and got up to turn it in. 

You were the first in the class to finish. Billy lost his focus when he heard you shift from out of your seat to go up to the teachers desk. He was fixed on your gait. He liked watching you walk, how your hips swayed, and how you stuck your pencil behind your ear as you talked to the teacher. 

You returned to your seat and took out a sheet of chemistry practice problems and began working on them. The more you do now, the less you have to do later, right?

Not too long after, Billy goes up to hand in his quiz to the teacher. His heavy boots resonated through the classroom, taking your attention away from your work. You watch him walk up to the desk, sandy blonde curls bouncing ever so slightly with his gait. He had on blue Levi’s 501 jeans that fit him perfectly, cupping his ass and shaping it well. You had to admit it, he’s a hot guy. Would you tell him? Absolutely not. 

He turns around and walks back to his desk to take his seat, shooting you a wink before he sat back down. Other students were still testing. He took out a piece of paper and started writing. He folds the paper and tosses it on your desk. Hearing the little plip of paper land on your desk, you raise an eyebrow and unfold it to read the message. 

What are you doing tonight? 

You write back, Going out to a party. Steve’s giving me a ride there. You re-folded the note and tossed it on his desk. He opens it, scoffs and writes back. 

Lame, should’ve came with me instead. I hope I’ll be seeing you there. 

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. You looked at him and nodded your head, confirming you’d be there. He smirked at you, and shot you one last wink. As the last student handed in their quiz, the bell went off. “Alright, class dismissed! And no homework for the weekend.”

The rest of your classes came and went, and soon it was lunch again. You looked across the room to look for Steve, but to no avail. Until someone tapped your shoulder, causing you to jump.

“Woah (y/n)! Chill out. It’s just me! Steve.” He laughs. “You should’ve seen your face!”

“Dude! Don’t sneak up on me like that. Not cool!” You chuckle, going to sit at the lunch table with him. Another girl comes and sits next to him, kissing him on the cheek. “Hi Steve!” 

“Hey, Nance. (y/n), this is Nancy, my girlfriend. Nancy, this is (y/n), she’s new here, new to Hawkins.” Steve introduces the two of you.

Nancy was shorter than Steve, with brown hair and big eyes, like Bambi. She was cute, and you thought her and Steve made a lovely couple. 

“Hey (y/n), are you going to that party tonight?” Nancy asked. 

“Yeah, I am!” 

Steve interjects, “She’s only going because I’m going to go pick her up. She lives like.. three houses down from me. And she doesn’t wanna drive her hot rod.”

“Hot rod?” Nancy asked, confused. “What kind of car do you have?”

You shrugged. “A ‘67 Ford Mustang. It’s blue. And I’m not driving it because I plan on getting absolutely trashed.”

Nancy nodded. “Fair enough. I’m going to be at Steve’s getting ready, and we’ll come and get you tonight, say around eight?”

“Sounds good to me!” 

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You’re in the library for your last period, study hall. You had just finished catching up with the last of your chemistry work, so that meant you had no pending responsibilities for the weekend and it sure did feel good. You packed your bag and headed out the front door, headed towards your car in the parking lot. You see Billy’s car right next to yours, with him leaning on the back of his Camaro. 

“Shouldn’t you be in class or something, Billy?” You asked him. 

“I could be asking you the same question, bookworm.” 

You giggled at the nickname. “If you must know, hot-shot, I finished all my work and I have a study hall for my last period. Surely they won’t mind if I leave early.”

“Then that makes the two of us, gorgeous.” He smirks at you, offering a cigarette. You accept it, as you begin to pull out your lighter he whips out his zippo lighter. You hold your mouth with the cigarette over the flame, taking a breath in. 

“Thanks, Billy.” You said, exhaling the smoke. 

“No problem. Thought it was only fair, you let me bum one of yours.” He continued, “So, you’re really coming to that party?”

“Yes dude! I am. Steve is picking me up from my house. I’m not driving.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I plan on getting absolutely wasted.” 

This gets a good laugh out of Billy. “In that case, I guess I’ll see you tonight gorgeous.” He winks at you and gets into his car. 

Your cheeks flushed when Billy called you gorgeous. You wondered if he had noticed.

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A/N: Here’s chapter three as promised! Hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoy writing it. If you like it let me know! I’m here for you.

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New Kid (Billy Hargrove X F!Reader)

Howdy! I’m Alex. I’m writing a little fic. I’m having fun. I’m new in town. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated!

Summary: You’re new in Hawkins, hailing from the big city on the east coast. As a city kid, you think you’ve been stuck here to suffer in a small town, but there’s a certain someone who shakes it all up. 

This is kinda long winded, I like putting a lot of attention to detail! Maybe I’ll break it up into a mini-series.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smoking cigarettes

Taglist: @salemlysi @asheseiler

As the sun rises, it pours through your pale curtains and opened blinds. It’s quiet outside, and you’re not exactly used to it. You sigh and roll over in bed, checking your alarm clock. You realized it wasn’t set. It wasn’t even plugged in!

You threw off your covers and shot out of bed. You thudded downstairs to see your dad pouring coffee for himself. He hears you and looks up and meets your gaze.  

“Good morning, sweetpea. Why are you up so early?” He smiles warmly at you, getting a mug out of the cupboard to pour you a nice morning brew. 

You look at him confused. “Early? What do you mean early? What time is it?”

He chuckles, fixing your coffee for you. “Its 6:30, (y/n). I wasn’t going to wake you up yet! You still have time.”

You sigh dejectedly, reaching for the mug and taking your first sip of the day. If you weren’t awake before, you were now. “What time does school start around here anyways, pop?”

“Eight-thirty. You have some time to adjust and get ready. But I had something to show you. You remember your Uncle Willy?”

“Uh, yeah? He’s my favorite uncle.”

He smiles warmly at you, laughing. “That’s because he’s your only uncle. He lives in the next state over, and I told him that you got your license on your birthday this past summer. Come with me to the driveway!” He puts his slippers on and walks past you to open the front door. You follow behind him, coffee in hand, not knowing what to expect and hating it.

He opens the door, and looks at you. In the driveway is a car. But not just any car. 

Your jaw drops, a hand flying over your mouth. Your eyes glaze over, tears of joy forming in your eyes. “Dad no way. No fucking way. Stop lying!”

He laughs at you, not minding that you swore. You have a cool dad. And a cool uncle. 

“This is your new baby. She’s a 1967 Ford Mustang.” He stood there quietly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “In moms favorite color.” 

“Dad I-. I cant believe Uncle Willy got this, I’m just.. Wow, man. Holy hell!” 

You turn to your dad, who hands you the keys to your car. YOUR car. 

“Take good care of her. Now go in and get ready for school, and take her for a spin! Who knows, you might attract all the local hotties.” He winks at you and nudges you with his elbow. 

“Ew, Dad! Gross. I’m going in to get ready. Don’t you have to get ready soon too?”

“Shit, yeah you’re right. Catch you later, honey! I love ya!” He kisses the top of your head and goes inside to get ready. You follow suit.

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You slip on your black vans, looking in the mirror next to the door. You hair was half up in a white scrunchie, the rest hung loose.You had on your dads old jean jacket, which was a little bit big on you. A black t-shirt followed, tucked into some high-waisted Levi’s cuffed at the ankle. You slung your backpack over your shoulder, grabbing your keys and heading out to your car.

You slid into the dark brown leather seats and put the key into the ignition. You turned on your car, getting chills as your engine purrs to life. “Oh hell yeah.”

Rolling down your windows, you blasted Bon Jovi through your speakers, driving down to Hawkins High. 

—-

He stood with his friends, all leaned up against his Chevy Camaro smoking their cigarettes and making idle chat. The thrum of a new engine and music he liked pulled into the parking lot of Hawkins High, catching his attention. Him and the rest of the students in the lot eye up the new hot rod. He was a tad bit jealous, being upstaged by some new kid and their new car. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Tommy guffawed at Billy’s scoff. “HA! Jealous that someones got a better car than you, Hargrove?” 

That earned Tommy a shove, coughing on the smoke from his cigarette. “Yeah right. What’s there to be jealous of? Some wanna-be hot-shot from who knows where in that.. that car. That cobalt blue.. what is that? A Mustang? No way. A spoiled brat is gonna come out of that car. I just know it.” His friends snicker at the poor sucker in the car, while Billy glares at the drivers side waiting for the new guy to get out. 

The door opens, and out comes a foot. Two feet. His jaw drops when he sees a girl come out of the drivers side and grabs her schoolbag, locks the car up. 

“Oh, no way. No fucking way.” Billy says, shocked and shaking his head. 

Carol lets out an obnoxious laugh, almost shouting. “You mean- you mean to tell me that the new kid whose car is way cooler- is a GIRL?! I can’t believe it!”

Billy cuts his eyes at Carol, shooting her down with an icy stare. Her and Tommy are trying to keep a straight face, but it was too damn hard to. Billy, on the other hand, wanted to know everything about this new girl. She stuck out, not only because she was new, but because she looked nothing like the rest of the high schoolers in town. He had to know more. 

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A/N: I’m gonna break this up into a series because of the way I write, and I feel like this is a good place to stop! I’ll be writing more. This is fun!