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Bitter Sweet Symphony

Summary - Based on a request of Billy playing the drums: Billy has allways had a pent up frustration and anger within him, nothing seemed to help him let this all out until one night you decide to show him your fathers old drum kit.

Warnings - Angst / fluff ish

A/N - Hope you enjoy! I really liked this concept of Billy playing the drums. 

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no offense but like…..reblog the fics you like. there is nothing more discouraging than having people read your fic without leaving kudos or any form of response. comment if you like it! send them a message! use the tags to talk about how you liked it! share the work so that others can read it too!

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So this is something that’s been interesting to me for quite a while now, and I think it needs to be said once again. Likes are great, but if you really like an artist’s work, please consider reblogging it. 

No one sees your likes. I know I’m extremely fortunate with the amount of notes that I do receive, but this isn’t just about me.

Smaller artists don’t get exposure because people don’t reblog their work.

Please support your artists with reblogs. <3

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Truths, Dares, and Drinks Ch. 1

Welcome, one and all, to a new series involving the Stranger Things guy we all love to hate, Billy Hargrove.

I’ve had this idea in my head since I saw season 3, so here it is. This is an Everyone Lives AU, no secret government facility, no Upside Down, etc. Eleven (if/when she ever shows up in the story) is a normal girl that was adopted by Hopper after his wife left him. Reader is the badass lead singer of a local punk band that’s basically an 80s mixture of Paramore, Hey Violet, Joan Jett, and the Runaways.

As per my usual stories, Reader is afab (assigned female at birth) but referred to with gender neutral pronouns.

Enough intro, let’s get to the story!

Word Count: 967 Big love to my beta readers: @anxiousamandapanda and @barbarasbae

You were sitting around your garage with your bandmates after a Sunday practice session, chatting happily.

“Okay, okay,” Dawn, your lead guitarist, said, grabbing your attention. “Have you guys seen the new kid at school?”

“You mean Billy Hargrove?” Halle, your drummer, asked in response. “God, he looks delicious.”

“For a jackass, yeah,” you snorted.

“Oh, please,” said Liz, your bassist. “Don’t try to deny you wouldn’t jump his bones if he asked.”

“Oh no, do not get me started,” you warned.

“I, for one, would love to hear why you wouldn’t wanna sleep with Hawkins’ most eligible bachelor,” Dawn teased.

“You asked for it,” you said with a shrug. “First of all, he’s not my type. I’m just not into those ladykiller wannabe types, ya know? Second, sure he looks good, but he’s an arrogant shithead that only thinks with his dick. And the girls in school ogle him like a piece of meat, hopelessly unaware that that’s all he sees THEM as! And third, every other girl has these delusions that THEY’LL be the one to tame him, make him settle down, and all it does is feed his ego even more when they’re willing to spread their legs to do it. The guy pisses me off for more reasons than I can express.”

“Damn, okay,” Dawn said quietly. “Well in the spirit of Y/N being so honest, anyone up for some Truth or Dare?” You smirked as Liz and Halle mumbled their agreement.

The subject dropped, you all played a few rounds of Truth or Dare. After a while, it came back to your turn. “Y/N,” Halle almost purred. “Truth or Dare?”

You rolled your eyes and smirked. “Dare,” you challenged. You saw a glint in her eyes as she turned to whisper her plan in the ears of your bandmates who both giggled and nodded.

“Tomorrow, before homeroom starts,” she said with a smile. “I dare you to walk right up to Billy Hargrove and plant one on him.” Dawn and Liz cracked up in laughter as your jaw practically hit the floor.

“No way, not gonna happen,” you protested. You weren’t an idiot; you’d seen the way he looks at you. Kissing him would only fan the flames and make him see you as another one of his targets.

“If you don’t, then you have to go to school on Tuesday in an outfit that WE choose,” Halle shot back. “And you know we’d make you look ridiculous. But you are more than welcome to decline the first dare.”

You clenched your teeth as you thought about both dares. Everyone knew you could barely stand Hargrove. Kissing him would make you look like a hypocrite and an idiot. However, you also knew your friends and as much as they loved you, you knew they wouldn’t hesitate to throw you under the bus and make you look like an even bigger idiot. The kiss seemed like the lesser of two embarrassments. ‘Besides,’ you thought to yourself, ‘if anyone questions me, I can just say I wanted to mess with him or just tell the truth that it was a dare.’ And with that, you made up your mind.

“Alright, I’ll do it,” you conceded. “I’ll kiss him.” Your bandmates gave out a small cheer, and you groaned at their antics.

The next morning, you could feel a pit forming in your stomach as you got dressed. ‘What was I thinking? I can’t do this,’ you thought to yourself as you drove to school. As you pulled into the parking lot, you took a deep breath to steel your nerves. You forced your usual expression into place as you shouldered your bag and went inside to find your friends.

Not surprisingly, they were all waiting for you by your locker. They fell silent as you came into their field of view, smug smiles on their faces and barely contained laughter sitting in their throats. You rolled your eyes at your friends and grabbed your book for your first few classes. “Where is he?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“Where’s who?” Dawn asked with a practiced cluelessness. You let your head fall in her direction with a glare.

“You know who.”

“He’s over by Kim Hadley’s locker, trying to get in her pants,” Liz answered.

‘Great,’ you thought, ‘I can get this dare over with AND sabotage his latest conquest.’ You smirked and grabbed your lip balm from your locker, applying a few swipes before closing the door. You handed your books to Halle. “I’ll need my hands for this one.” She took your books on top of her own small pile as you cracked your knuckles and began marching in the direction of Kim’s locker.

Before too long, your target was in sight, toothpick between his teeth as he smiled down at Kim. She was giggling at something he’d said that probably wasn’t that funny anyway, but it wasn’t like it mattered. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He pulled out the toothpick to say something else when you decided to make your presence known.

“Hargrove,” you barked, marching up to him. Before he could get a word out, you grabbed the front of his signature jean jacket and pushed him back against the lockers. You squeezed your eyes shut and forcefully pressed your lips to his. You stayed there for a few seconds before pulling back with a satisfying smacking sound. “Hm, I guess I can see what all the buzz is about now.”

Billy just stood there, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. Kim stood next to him wearing a nearly identical expression tinged with slight rage. You smirked at him as you plucked the toothpick from his fingers, stuck it between your teeth, and sauntered off to homeroom.

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Announcement

Chapter 1 of my new Billy Hargrove x Reader series will be posted at 7:30 pm EST this evening. For now, please enjoy this teaser for chapter 1.

For context, this story takes place in an Everyone Lives AU where there is no secret government facility, no Upside Down, everything is normal. Elle (if/when she shows up in the story) is a normal girl who gets adopted by Hopper after his wife left him. And Reader is the badass lead singer of a punk band.

Also as per usual in my stories, Reader is biologically female but uses gender neutral pronouns.

“I, for one, would love to hear why you wouldn’t wanna sleep with Hawkins’ most eligible bachelor,” Dawn teased.

“You asked for it,” you said with a shrug. “First of all, he’s not my type. I’m just not into those ladykiller wannabe types, ya know? Second, sure he looks good, but he’s an arrogant shithead that only thinks with his dick. And the girls in school ogle him like a piece of meat, hopelessly unaware that that’s all he sees THEM as! And third, every other girl has these delusions that THEY’LL be the one to tame him, make him settle down, and all it does is feed his ego even more when they’re willing to spread their legs to do it. The guy pisses me off for more reasons than I can express.”

“Damn, okay,” Dawn said quietly. “Well in the spirit of Y/N being so honest, anyone up for some Truth or Dare?” You smirked as Liz and Halle mumbled their agreement.

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Long time no see

Hey all, sorry I’ve been so inactive. I’ve been really focused on work and cosplay, but I wrote a chapter for a Stranger Things fic I’m working on and I wanted to know if anyone wanted to beta read it for me and make sure everything makes sense. The pairing is Billy Hargrove x Reader

Dm me if you’re interested.

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IT GIVES YOU A WHOLE DAMN REPORT ON YOUR WRITING AND WALKS YOU THROUGH HOW TO MAKE IT BETTER AND WHY IT IS SUGGESTING CHANGES. THIS IS JUST A TINY CHUNK OF THE HUGE REPORT IT GAVE ME ON THE FIRST CHAPTER OF ONE OF MY PROJECTS. I AM IN LOVE.

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@staff are you fucking kidding me right now?! You’re limiting text posts to 100 text blocks (aka paragraphs). What the absolute fuck.

Since you couldn’t take out fanfic writers with the purge so you’re just fucking up formatting for text posts until they leave? Is that your plan?

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WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT PRO WRITING AID BEFORE?! THIS THING IS FUCKING GLORIOUS. HOLY SHIT. LOOK AT THIS.

IT GIVES YOU A WHOLE DAMN REPORT ON YOUR WRITING AND WALKS YOU THROUGH HOW TO MAKE IT BETTER AND WHY IT IS SUGGESTING CHANGES. THIS IS JUST A TINY CHUNK OF THE HUGE REPORT IT GAVE ME ON THE FIRST CHAPTER OF ONE OF MY PROJECTS. I AM IN LOVE.

AND IT WORKS WITH SCRIVENER. AND IT IS AFFORDABLE.

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME?!

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hi hon! new here and saying hellooo - 👌🏻

Hey nice to meet you! It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, so thanks for stopping by!

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no offense but like…..reblog the fics you like. there is nothing more discouraging than having people read your fic without leaving kudos or any form of response. comment if you like it! send them a message! use the tags to talk about how you liked it! share the work so that others can read it too!

too often fic writers deal with people hounding them for updates, but never any feedback. end the cycle. reblog the fics you like. talk about them. share them.

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Hey can we, possibly, maybe…

Stop? Erasing? Jewish? Characters?

I’m looking at you, people who write the Jacobs celebrating Christmas when they are canonically Jewish.