loved this sm wtf
TOO CLINGY
Eddie Munson x Latina reader
A/n: I saw a bunch of fics like this so I wanted to do one myself.
You were a very overly affectionate kind of person. You were the kind of person who kissed their friends on the cheeks. Held their hand, gave out warm hugs. It was who you were. It was no different for you when you and Eddie started dating. Your affection was tenfold with him. He loved it, he never had someone give him as much love as you did. People never hugged him like you did. Here and there, sure. And it mostly been friends. But you made sure to remind him how much you cared about him. You were everything to him.
“I don’t know how you do it. Don’t you get tired of it? I would never let anyone touch me so much.” Mike said, one day to Eddie at the hellfire club. Little did he know, you were about to knock on the door. Until you heard Mike speak.
Your heart sank, maybe you were overdoing it. You walked away from the door before you could hear anything else. You didn’t want to hear Eddie’s reply. It would hurt too much if he agreed.
What you didn’t hear was the opposite of what you feared.
“She’s my girlfriend. Plus I like it. Love it, actually.It makes me feel good. I bet if your girlfriend was here. You’ll be all over her. So mind yourself Wheeler.” Eddie said.
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For the next couple of days, you tried to avoid Eddie as much as you could. To Eddie’s horror, he felt he had done something really wrong. This was not like you at all. He missed you, he missed your embrace. Your kisses, your affection. He didn’t understand why it suddenly all changed.
“She’s going to break up with me, man. I know it. I can feel it.” He said to his friends at lunch. They all looked at each other with worry.
“She doesn’t even come to lunch. I haven’t seen her. I’m freaking out man.” He said, he hadn’t sat down once. Just pacing back and forth. Mike felt guilt, Eddie did mention you were going to come that day to hellfire. So when you didn���t show up, Eddie had shrugged it off. But it had been days now.
“Maybe she needs some space.” Dustin said trying to rationalize.
“Space. Y/n doesn’t know anything about space. I like that okay. I like being engulfed in her okay. I-.” He stopped mid sentence when he saw you. You were talking to Robin, food tray in your hands. Your hair was in curls. You had on your regular heeled boots. You were even wearing a skirt. His hands itched to touch you.
“See, she came to lunch. Go talk to her dude. You’re making me anxious.” Dustin said, as he walked over to you. Your eyes went wide, you turned your whole body around and booked it out of the room. Robin following behind you.
Eddie stopped mid step, he wanted to scream in frustration. He walked out of the cafeteria to chase you down.
“Why are we running?” Robin said, as she tried to make sure her food didn’t spill from the tray.
“I’ve been ignoring Eddie for the past couple of days. I was aiming for a week but then we went into the cafe- ah!” Eddie was behind you guys, you forgot how fast he was.
“Ditch the tray Robin! Ditch the tray!” Robin dumped her tray near the trash can. And you both began to run faster.
“Please y/n! I want to talk to you!”
“Why are you ignoring him again? Did he hurt you? I will kill him!” Robin said, you both were running faster than was necessary. Robin wasn’t good at running so her breath was coming out harshly.
“I just don’t want to be clingy anymore.” You yelled back. Robin had stopped abruptly, falling to the ground. You stopped. And went down with her.
“Robin, are you okay?” She shook her head.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-.”
“It’s - okay.” She said, you grabbed the milk you had in your hands from the tray and handed it to her. She gulped it down as fast as she could.
“Y/n!” Eddie had finally caught up to the two of you. Your heart raced but you knew you couldn’t keep avoiding him.
“We can talk, just. Just give us a minute.”
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You stared at him as he looked at you. He wanted so badly to wrap you in his arms. But he knew he needed to give you “space.”
“What’s up with you? Why have you been avoiding me? Do you want this to be over? Do- do you not love me anymore?” He asked you all at once.
“I-. I heard Mike ask you if you were tired of me. And it just made me spiral. So I just assumed and I know I shouldn’t have but I did. I’m sorry okay.” Tears we’re falling down your face.
Eddie instantly wrapped you in his arms. Screw space. Screw Mike wheeler for making you think he hated your affection.
“If I had a problem with it, I would have said something by now. I love you. I love the way you love. I don’t want that to change.” You leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. He felt his heart flutter. His knees go weak. He’d miss this so much. He reached down to turn your face. He stared at you for a while before leaning and kissing you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you up into him further. He had to touch you everywhere. His hands were everywhere. He missed you so much. He couldn’t help himself.
“I was going crazy without you, baby. Never do that again.”
“I’m sorry.”
He kissed you harder to show you all was forgiven.
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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐭. 𝟕 | 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞
a/n: about time i finally posted this! i lowkey hate the ending but when do i not. also i am so here for the karen wheeler slander.
word count: 4363
warnings: smoking, mentions of sex, mentions of billy’s abuse, a ton of cursing, mentions of self doubt and self hatred (it’s light tho), physical fighting, mentions of blood, cuts and bruises, this is not proofread its midnight goodbye
read: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6
You felt eyes on you as you walked over to your locker. There were always eyes on you, but today they felt especially malicious. You didn’t doubt that Billy had already told his ‘friends’ he was going out with you in an attempt to prevent them from going near you, but that had brought the worst evil known to mankind upon you. Jealous teenage girls.
You always knew people were jealous of you, whether it was from your stunning looks, your wealth, or your wardrobe, but no girl had ever been that desperate to take a guy from you. Hell even when you dated Steve no one really gave a damn. But now even the girls in your own clique were giving you the dreaded side eye.
Nancy was walking down the hall, laughing at something Jonathan said. You walked right over to them, pulling Nancy away, “Sorry Johnny boy, I need her for a sec.”
Nancy started to complain and you quickly shut her up, “Do people know me and Billy are going out?”
“What? No, I’m sure you’re just paranoid. I mean when I-”
“You didn’t go blabbing to anyone did you?”
“God, Y/N what type of person do you think I am? I am so not a gossip.”
You sighed as you stopped over to your locker, Nancy resting her head against the one next to yours.
“Either way, why do you mind? You like him, why don’t you want people to know about it? He is your boyfriend right-”
At the mention of the word “boyfriend” you accidentally slammed your finger on the cold metal.
“He is not my- we’re just…”
“Dating?”
“Exactly! But we’re not- that.”
“If you say so. Are we done now? I don’t want to leave Jonathan alone for too long. We’re making plans for-”
“Fine, go” you smiled as you waved Nancy off, watching her speed walk to find Byers.
Just as you started taking books out of your locker, you felt a pair of strong arms turn you around.
You gently slapped Billy’s arm around your waist, “God, B, not here, not in public.”
“How come?”
“Did you tell anyone we were… you know…”
“Fucking?”
You sighed, “Yeah.”
“I may have accidentally said something to Harrington. And Hagan. And pretty much anyone who was near me in the locker rooms.”
“What the hell is wrong with you? Are you insane, you can’t go around telling people that we- we’re not- if you didn’t want to put a label on it no one else has to know about us. Can’t we just keep it private, for now at least.”
“Why? You’re still my girl.”
“As long as we aren’t official then I am not your girl.”
“Look, I just may have mentioned we’ve been hooking up because Harrington was talking shit.”
“I doubt Steve would ever-”
“Let me make it up to you. I’ll do whatever you want.” Billy’s voice trailed off as he let his eyes bore into yours.
You weighed the idea around for a bit.
One on hand if you let this one go, Billy would think he could do whatever he wanted. On the other side, you did have a couple of ideas that would be very fun for you. Your mind was already running with images of what could happen, with him doing whatever you wanted. It was either your self respect or a mind blowing evening.
“Fine. You can come over at 8.”
You could always convince him to not be a dick later.
“Great, I’ll see you then.”
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You repositioned the glasses of manhattan’s that were sitting on your bedroom's coffee table, taking care to make sure they looked just perfect in the candle lit area. You smoothed your french tipped hands over your seafoam green silk dressing gown. It was one you had chosen for the very occasion and you felt absolutely gorgeous in it, ready for whatever apology Billy would choose to deliver, hopefully one he would perform on his knees.
You took one last look around your room, seeing how the candles you had lit made your normally, white satin sheets, glow into a warmer hue, one that matched your eyeshadow. You walked over to your mirror that was strategically placed in front of your bed, and wiped away a stain of god knows what.
Now it was perfect. You only had to wait.
15 minutes. That’s how late Billy was. You knew he could be careless and lose track of time, but he never was irresponsible with you. That’s when you heard the phone ring. You immediately scurried over to answer, admittedly a bit embarrassed at your desperation to hear Billy.
The phone rang for a couple seconds before Billy answered.
“Hey, I uh, just wanted to let you know that I can’t do tonight. Sorry.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? B, I spent all night getting everything ready for us. What’s so important that you just had to cancel on me?”
“My step sister. My dad’s getting on my ass about it. Apparently she and her little group of friends ran off to god knows where and now I’m getting in trouble for it. It’s so fucking stupid. She's twelve. I shouldn’t be expected to care for her, she’s old enough to do whatever the hell she wants. It’s not my responsibility and but now I have-”
“Billy.” You interjected his rant, “What do you have to do?”
“I have to find out where she is and get her home. But I don’t have any idea where she is.”
“Well maybe I could help.”
“Y/N, as nice as that is, you don’t need to help me. I can handle it on my own.”
“But the point is, you don’t need to handle it on your own. That’s what I’m here for. Can’t you just accept my help?”
The two of you stood in silence for a moment.
“I’ll be there in 10.”
You heard the line go dead, and as much as you resisted it, you felt a small smile grow on your face. Even though your plans for the night were ruined, at least you could spend time with him. You sped over to your closet changing quickly into something casual, as you let your mind think over where Max could possibly be.
This was going to be a long night.
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“What else is left?”
You looked at the notepad that you had suggested on taking, one with a list of potential addresses of where Max could be at.
“Only places left are Nance’s and-”, you groaned, “Byers.”
“Which one’s closer?”
You looked over at Billy, who’s knuckles were practically turning white from his grip on the steering wheel.
“Nancy’s. It’s a left from here.”
Billy nodded and turned in silence. For reasons unbeknownst to you, he was in a much less chatty mood than usual. You figured he was annoyed about getting grounded and having to spend the evening on a wild goose chase to find his step sister instead of spending it with you. You didn’t press it.
When he had first pulled up to your driveway, his eyes had been twinged with red, like he had been crying. You also didn’t press that issue, knowing how it would make him feel.
Instead you just watched the view of suburbia, as you pulled closer the neighborhood you knew belonged to the Wheelers.
Billy spoke to you as he parked, “You’re staying here. I’m asking this time.”
“Why?”
“You take too long. Jesus, you spent like an hour talking to that Henderson woman.”
“It’s not my fault she was bored and I was polite. I so did not want to be talking to her”
“I’ll finish this up faster than you, trust me. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can both get home.”
“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes as you watched him leave and knock on the door.
You turned back to pay attention to the radio, ignoring whatever he was doing. You skipped through the stations until you found one that didn’t annoy you with the screeching of guitars, and concentrated on your attire.
It wasn’t until the songs were beginning to get on your nerves that you finally decided to focus on what Billy was doing, and thank god you did.
Nancy’s mother was delighting in the attention Billy was no doubt showering her with. You knew both you and Billy had very similar tactics when it came to convincing people. You both used sex. However, this was a situation in which it should not be applied. It was totally like if you were all over Nancy’s dad. Gross.
You opened the passengers door and increased your normal walking pace to reach Billy, wrapping an arm around him the moment you got to him.
“OMG, Mrs. Wheeler, long time no see!”
“I’m sorry, have we met before?”
What a bitch. You had stayed over at Nancy’s at least 100 times and now she had the audacity to pretend she didn’t know you.
“We have! Both me and Billy are in Nance’s grade and I’ve hung out with Nancy for like a year now. It’s okay though! You must have totally forgotten, with all your household duties and chores and kids and whatnot. Don’t worry, it’s a completely normal part of aging. It happens to everyone who's on the verge of senility.”
You heard Billy cough to cover up a laugh that almost escaped him.
“Anyways,” you drawled, “me and Billy here, are looking for B’s sister, Max. She’s just a really spunky redhead girl and we are both just worried sick about her.” You lowered your voice to a pouty whisper as you moved closer to her, making sure that Billy wouldn’t overhear, “Maxine almost feels like… a younger sister in law to me, y’know. So I am just… fearing for her and her safety.”
You pulled back, leaning back into Billy’s touch, especially his hand that had now found its place resting against your waist.
The woman let out a laugh, trying to relive the tension in the air.
“Well Billy, I think your step sister might be at the Byer’s. She was with my Mike and they told me they were heading there. Good luck.”
And with a quick squeeze to Billy’s hand, Karen swiftly closed the door and left you and Billy standing there. The moment you heard the door lock, you pushed Billy away and headed straight to the car, not even wanting to look at him.
“What’s with you? Don’t tell me you got jealous.”
“I am not jealous!” You snapped.
Billy was laughing, “Are you sure? Because what I just saw happen back there seemed pretty jeal-”
“Oh my god can you just forget about it! I just thought that it was fucking weird for you two to be hitting on each other- and even weirder she was into it.”
“I wasn’t flirting, it's called getting what you want Y/N. You should know that better than everyone.”
You rolled your eyes and moved Billy’s hand away from crawling up your thigh.
“The point is your my-” Your voice trailed off and you silently cringed as you realized what you had almost said.
“I’m your what?”
“You know.” You turned to look out the window, but Billy moved his hand to your jaw forcing you to look at him.
“No, I think I want to hear you say it.”
You were sure you looked like an idiot. “I don’t think I want to,” you whispered.
“I do. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
You felt like you could scream. Billy could be very upfront about what he wanted, but it was never like this.
You weren’t good with words so you just did what you did best. Make a move. Quickly closing the gap between you, you kissed him, feeling him smile against you.
“So, we’re official?”
Billy nodded and you reached for his hand holding it. It felt nice to finally put a label on it.
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“Do not get out of the car.” That was the only thing Billy had told you. It was going to be quick. He was going to get Max, and leave. In your opinion, telling a middle schooler that you needed to go home should not take more than a minute. You were impatiently tapping your foot against the floor of the Camaro, anxiously waiting for your boyfriend. Boyfriend. You liked being able to call him your boyfriend.
It was getting cold in the car, Billy refusing to leave the heat on because it would “waste gas” and you were getting annoyed. It shouldn’t take this long and it was making you suspect the worst. You couldn’t even look towards the house due to your stupid sugestion of parking farther away. You couldn’t take it anymore.
You opened the door, exiting the car, when you heard the sound of yelling and general clatter coming from inside the Byer’s house.
Running as fast as you could with 2 inch heels, you slammed the door of the old house open. Billy and Steve were fighting and the group of kids there, some who you didn’t recognize were screaming at Steve to win. You had no clue how it started, but you had to get involved. Moving over to Billy’s side, trying to make your voice drown out the sounds of others you yelled at him, and Steve to stop, but the two boys were so caught up in each other it seemed like everyone else was invisible. You pulled on the sleeve of Billy’s shirt so hard it almost tore, Billy pausing for a moment to look at you. You took advantage of the pause and let go of him, moving quickly over to Steve slapping him.
“What the fuck-”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” You looked back and forth between the two boys, “This wasn’t supposed to-”
Max was holding a needle in Billy’s neck, sending him straight to the floor. The poor girl looked stressed out of her mind. You stayed silent as you watched her grab a baseball bat with nails stuck in it, as she hovered over Billy, raising the bat.
“From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone. Do you understand?”
“Screw you.”
God he was an idiot.
“Say you understand! Say it. Say it!” Max screamed as she brought the bat down between his legs, narrowly missing his groin.
“I understand.” Billy finally said.
Max ripped out the bat out of the carpeted floor and threw it to the side. You immediately ran over to Steve in the kitchen, who looked the worst out of the two, and tried to tend to his cut lip and bruised face.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” You asked as you wet a towel that was resting against the sink.
“Don’t help me. I don’t need or want your help.”
“Steve, I'm your friend. Now shut up and let me fix this-”
Steve grabbed your hand and pushed it away. “No! You are not my friend. What, you think you can just use me for one of your fucked up games and then act like we’re cool? I still haven’t forgotten about the party or the way you treated me like shit. And now? Why did you have to get in the fight-”
“I did it so that he would stop, you knew he wouldn’t finish until you were practically-”
“-I genuinely thought you cared about me.”
“Steve please.”
Steve shook his head and groggily moved out of your reach. “I can clean myself up or Dustin can or someone else. But I want it to be anyone else but you. Don’t talk to me.”
Steve walked with some difficulty, towards Nancy’s little brother and a curly haired boy who looked like he was trying to seem like he hadn’t overheard your squabble.
You rolled your eyes and moved over to Billy and Max, not feeling that worried about Steve. It would all blow over later, he was just pissed now, but he’d get over it quickly, right?
“Can you help me move him over to the couch?” You asked Max.
The redhead nodded and with her help, you were able to drag Billy onto the couch.
“You know, he was only here because he got into some shit with his dad at home, right? He was worried.”
“You know about Neil?” Max looked suspicious.
“Yeah, he told me he was all frustrated-”
“I got it.” She seemed like she knew something that you didn’t but you chose to ignore it. “It still doesn’t give him the right to be an asshole. He almost killed Steve-”
“That’s a bit of an exaggeration-”
“He attacked Lucas for no reason-”
“Who?”
Max pointed towards a boy who was helping the other two kids bring Steve outside.
“Max, you are absolutely right. It’s not a good excuse and he shouldn’t have done that, but you have to try to understand where he’s coming from.”
“I have tried. And just because you’re the girl he's choosing for the week doesn’t mean you get to lecture me. You don’t even know me! Now if you excuse me, I have to go help Steve and the rest of the guys. I’ll be back before he wakes up.”
“How long is that supposed to be?”
“Two hours? I don’t know.” The girl shrugged and ran out the door, presumably trailing behind Steve, Mike, Lucas, and probably Dustin.
You shook your head, not only was Steve mad at you, so was Billy’s little sister. Great. You moved over to sit on the couch, moving a piece of hair out of Billy’s face. His nose was bleeding and so was his lip but it wasn’t even half as bad as Harrington’s. You figured you couldn’t really do anything but wait for the drug to wear off, so you might as well take advantage of the situation. You looked for a broom in the kitchen, and started sweeping away. The floor was covered in shards of broken glass and you did not want Mrs. Byer’s to find out that a fight had broken out. You also noticed that the fridge was stuck closed. You didn’t touch it after seeing some strange liquid pooling at the bottom.
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The low hum of the tv had practically lulled you to sleep, your head resting against the front of the couch. It wasn’t until you heard Billy groaning and shuffling on the makeshift bed that you woke up. Stretching your arm’s you turned to look at Billy.
“You feeling better?”
With half hooded eyes, Billy shook his head to look at you. “What happened?”
You stood up to sit next to Billy, “Max said you went after her friend, Lucas. Then you got in a pretty big fight with Steve. That was really wrong of you Billy.”
“I know, I know, I just don’t wanna be like him.”
“Like who?”
“Like that… fucking asshole.”
You moved closer to him, moving his face to look towards yours.
Billy finally met your eyes. “Like my dad. He’s such a jerk and… I’m just so tired of it.”
“But that doesn’t mean you get to attack people for no reason. Especially Max’s friend or Steve. Lucas is a middle schooler B.”
“God, it wasn’t even that big of a deal. I went through worse and I wasn’t even his fuckin’ age.”
You chewed on your lip. You had wanted Billy to open up with you and now he had, and you felt awkward. He had clearly never told anyone this and he was high on drugs. What if he got mad at you? Or what if he thought you were getting too close? Hell, what if you were the one that felt like that. You had never been this emotionally involved with anyone, not Steve or Nancy or your other childhood friends. You weren’t even this close to your parents.
You could just stop this. Let him tire himself out by talking and then leave. Or you could stay, like he had that night. You chose the latter. Something in you pulled you to this boy and you wouldn’t leave. You chose to not fail him like others clearly had. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I’m such a mess.”
You sighed deeply, “No you are not.”
“Yeah I am. I don’t even know why the hell you even agreed to go out with me in the first place. Or why you’re even here. You should be out with Harrington or someone better.”
“No I shouldn’t. Steve doesn’t make me happy.”
“And I do?” Billy scoffed, as if the idea of him not being a total nightmare to someone was absurd.
“Yeah you do. You’re fun when you aren’t trying to be a major dick. I also just…” You trailed off realizing what you were about to say to him. “Really like you.”
“You mean that?”
“ ‘Course I do.”
You pulled away from him and sat further away, staring at the television. You needed to tell him how you really felt. Even though it could backfire, at least he was a little out of it. He’d probably forget.
“And I even think I might love you.” You kept your eyes glued to the monitor, not wanting to look at Billy’s face in case you messed up. “And I know you probably think that you don’t deserve to be loved but you do, and you like to keep up these ridiculous walls and you like to pretend like you don’t care about anyone when you and I both know damn well you care about me. Just like I care about you.”
You felt Billy shift on the creaky old couch and you could feel him placing his hand on yours.
“Wow.”
You let out an empty laugh. “Yeah.”
“So you love me?”
“Guess I do Hargrove.”
“That’s a big thing to say.”
“Trust me, I know. I don’t think I’ve ever told any guy that.”
“Does that mean I’m your first?”
You turned to look at Billy, a smile growing on his face to match yours. Only he could make a joke at a time like this. “I think it does.”
“Then, I guess you’re my first too.”
Billy kissed you, much differently than the way the two of you normally kissed. It was soft, gentle, and meaningful.
When he separated from you, he finally said the three words you had been dying to hear him say. “I love you.”
You rested your forehead against his, squeezing his hand.
The sound of the door opening made the two of you jump apart.
“What’s going on here?”
You and Billy stared at the woman who you presumed to be Jonathan’s mom. Max was standing next to her, her arms crossed.
You immediately stood up and walked to the older woman, turning on your charming persona. “Mrs. Byer’s I am so so sorry for the mess- Steve was here and he got into a small argument with Billy and there was a bit of a mess, but I cleaned it up. Like I said I am so sorry-”
“Oh don’t worry about it honey. I’m sure it was all just a… misunderstanding.” Mrs. Byers gave you a warm smile, one you rarely saw on adults. “Max said she knew the two of you and you were supposed to drop her off, is that right?”
Billy finally got off from his place on the couch and walked over to you. “Yeah we’re both supposed to take her home.”
“Great! So you two can get going now, I’m the one who’s sorry for rushing you two it’s just- I already have Will and Jonathan waiting in the car so, I’m a in a bit of a hurry-”
“No- No it’s totally okay Mrs. Byers-” You started.
“Please call me Joyce-”
“We are the ones who were intruding.” Joyce seemed too nice for her own good. At least she was better than some of the other parent’s you’d met.
“I’m gonna take Max to the car-” Billy nodded to you and Max to confirm his actions.
“Don’t forget, I’m the one who’s driving.”
Billy and Max made their way to the camaro and with the quickest (a five minute) goodbye possible, you finally left the Byer’s house.
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“Remember to call me tomorrow!”
“I know, okay?”
Billy gave you a quick peck on the lips as he walked to the front door of the Mayfield-Hargrove residence. Max lingered behind for a moment.
“Could I tell you something?”
You tried to appear nicer to the red-head girl, still feeling a little attacked from your quarrel earlier. “Sure.”
“I have no clue what you and Billy are doing, but whatever it is it’s working.”
“Excuse me?”
“He told me sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him apologize to a real breathing person before.”
“Oh.” You were a little shocked at the apparent rareness of his forgiveness. Billy had apologized to you several times. “That’s a good thing right?”
“Duh. Maybe you’re not so bad.” Max opened the door of the sports car, before giving you one last farewell, “Hope you’re the one that sticks around.”
And with that you watched as Billy and Max entered their house.
You drove off in Billy’s beloved sports car, taking time to think about what had happened tonight.
You were Billy’s girlfriend. You had told him you loved him and he had said it back. He was seemingly trying to fix his relationships.
But on the other hand, you had gotten into a terrible fight with Steve.
At least there were more pro’s to the night.
You parked Billy’s car in your driveway carefully. You had refused to let him drop you off home first, so you planned to just drive by in the morning tomorrow and give it to him.
You breathed in the smell of smoke that stained the car. It was another thing that Billy had let take control of, even if it was small.
You really did love that boy.
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omg ok so robin x popular! reader where she’s a cheerleader who robin thought was out of her league (and straight) but they both just have massive crushes on each other
a/n: anon this literally took me out of my writers block ty ty i loved this sm 🙏🙏 also the ending kinda sucks but its wtv !!
word count: 1054
warnings: light cursing, this is not proofread
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲
Robin sighed as she watched you walk right in front of her, with the rest of the cheer squad onto the gym’s floor.
She tried to look uninterested, like she merely thought the team's dancing and efforts to draw the crowds attention was just decent. But Robin couldn’t help but look at you. The way your smile seemed to brighten the entire room, the way you waved your arms and jumped around laughing, shaking those ridiculous green and white pom poms. She thought you looked like the most gorgeous girl in Hawkins, hell, maybe even in all of Indiana.
Then the basketball team walked out onto the floor.
You so clearly liked them. Robin watched you try to hide your embarrassment of being singled out by one of the team players, as he sent you a wink. Robin rolled her eyes at his pathetic attempts to flirt, but she couldn’t deny that was partly jealousy. She wanted to be the one who made you get all nervous, she wanted to be the one you liked, not some ugly basketball player that probably reeked of trashy cologne and was a total pig.
Robin just faked a smile and continued playing her trumpet. It was ridiculous to think that you would ever like her, even as a friend. You were too good for her.
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You let out a laugh, as the guy whose name you had kind of already forgotten, continued rattling on about a party you’d skipped over the weekend.
In reality, you weren’t paying attention to him. Your locker was at the perfect location, right in front of the band room, allowing you to peer inside. Sure the people you mostly associated with thought they were all a bunch of dorks and losers, but you thought they had substance. Specifically the girl with the short hair and raspy voice. You had never gotten her name. All you knew was that she was pretty, and nice, and funny. Or at least you hoped so. You didn’t really talk.
“See you Friday?” the boy looked nervous, and you didn’t even remember what plans you had agreed to.
“Of course, I’ll see you then, buddy!” You cringed slightly at your use of the phrase, but Jesus Christ you had no idea how to let him down easily.
You watched as he left, some disappointment in his eyes.
Robin walked out of the band room, her backpack slung over her shoulder, as she held her trumpet case in her hand. She hated having practice because you would always be right outside, close enough that if she wanted to she could just talk to you, yet still out of reach. Yet it seemed that today, you would be closer to her than before.
“Ohhhhh, shit, I’m so sorry-” Robin stammered as she knelt to the floor picking up the instrument’s case.
“No- no- it’s my fault I totally tripped you- on accident of course, I never would've wanted to trip you on purpose it’s just that I wasn’t looking.” You rambled on kneeling on the floor to help pick up some sheet music that had also fallen onto the floor.
You looked up over at her, as your hands met when you reached for a paper. “Oh, is this supposed to be for the next game?”
“I’m sorry what?” Robin's mouth felt dry, she couldn’t believe she was standing in your sheer presence and now you were talking to her and touching her hand? It felt unreal.
You waved the paper in the air as you handed it to her, “Is it the music for the basketball game, next week?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s uhm, supposed to be for the next game- you already knew that though because you just said it and of course you are going to be at the next game because you, well cheer and- and I- I cannot shut up holy shit… I’m sorry. You probably don’t,” Robin cleared her throat, “want to hear me talk that much. Shutting up now.” Robin let out a nervous laugh. She was so convinced she had ruined everything, even the chance of you becoming friends or even just people who you talked to in the hallway.
“It’s totally okay, don’t worry about it. It’s actually kinda cute.”
Robin was sure she looked like a deer standing in front of headlights. Her brain was definitely fried from pulling all nighters and drinking too much coke. There was no way you just called her “cute”.
Calling her “cute” was totally different from you calling her “nice” or “friendly” or even “not as annoying as everyone said.” And there was also no way you were actually flirting with her. Or were you?
Robin’s mind felt like it was running a thousand miles a second.
You could feel what you thought was an uncomfortable silence. Maybe Robin didn’t get your hint. “Hey you know what I just remembered? I’m supposed to come up with a new routine for the girls on the team- its a whole thing- but, I was thinking, maybe I could come over and practice at your place on Friday and you could serve as the music? It’s silly, I know but-”
“It’s not silly at all, it sounds like a great idea. I love it, but are you sure you don’t have plans with your boyfriend?” It was Robin’s last ditch effort to confirm that you were in fact into girls.
“I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m actually not really looking for a boyfriend right now,” you said, trying to enunciate the boy part of it all.
Robin’s eyes were wide open as she got your message, “Oh! Okay, then yeah it totally works for me, I can swing by later and give you my place…”
“So it’s a date?” you asked hopefully.
Robin swallowed, “Yeah. A date.”
You smiled and squeezed Robin’s arm, “I can’t wait.”
Robin watched you float down the hall, a new bounce in your step as you headed over to a group of girls Robin wasn’t really a fan of.
‘A date’. The words echoed in Robin’s mind. She was going on a date with you. It felt truly unreal. Yet somehow, a part deep inside of Robin felt like it was meant to be. It was just you and her.
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