#Billy Hargrove hc

[buckysgrace]

Billy Hargrove Headcanons <3

Requested <3 I hope you enjoy my ramblings!!

Was such a cute baby with lil blonde curls, rosy cheeks and a soft nose that strangers always thought he was a little girl lol

Used to love when his mama would play with his hair. He hated naps as a child, but always passed out once she'd trace her fingertips across his soft cheeks and squishy nose

His mom loved holidays. Especially Halloween and Christmas. He spent many Halloweens dressed as a lion lol

She also took him to get ice cream on his birthdays <3 His favorite was chocolate.

Was really close to his grandma up until she passed away. Used to spend long afternoons and even stay for weekends when he was little, and Neil was working.

Loooooves sports. Has played a vast majority of them (baseball is his favorite). He played a different one each season while in school to get him away from the house

Worked all throughout high school. Had a ton of odd jobs

Also loved summer camp.

Enjoys deep sea fishing. Neil did a lot of trips with him as a sort of “apology” (he caught a bluefin tuna when he was 13 hehe)

He’s very very dry, has a sarcastic sense of humor <3

When he’s high he gets very relaxed and chill, very laid back. Will occasionally get giggly

Very good with his hands. He likes to tinker with things. Worked on his car a lot, likes to build things too (had a very impressive bird house that he built in woodshop)

He loves vegetables. Specifically tomatoes and bell peppers. Bites right into them, a nice lil snack

He's up at 3 in the morning?? He is devouring a jar of pepperoncini. maybe some shredded cheese

Not crazy about sweets, but if he has to pick something it would be some sort of fruit pie?? will also pound away at a pineapple upside down cake

makes a meaaaaan spicy Italian sandwich

Also crazy about protein. He's gotta bulk up ya know. Hates eggs though. They smell terrible and the texture is awful

Really good at math, loves working with numbers. He will chew on his pencil/pen while he's working out a problem (and if he accidentally eats the eraser?? that's his own business smh)

Got a lot of college offers because of his grades and talents in sports but didn't take any of them up. College just never seemed like his thing

Will hike his swimming trunks up to get a nice even tan on his upper thighs. The cutest little tan lines imaginable.

Reads while he sits on the toilet. Also smokes (and will purposely linger in the bathroom if Max knocks on the door smh)

Horror and mystery are his favorite genres. His all time favorite book is The Haunted Dancers.

Surprisingly good with kids. They just love him, sweet Mr. Billy hehe. Babies love at him. They will stare at him and enjoy snuggling into his arms :) And chewing on his arms lmao (or tugging on his hair smh)

Haaates the winter months. He does not like the cold at all and hates bundling up in thick layers even more (he's a man damn it he doesn't need any gloves smh)

Icy roads absolutely terrified him in Hawkins. He was not used to driving on them at all. An incredible snow ball former tho (he will hit you in the face with them rip)

The first time he heard the tornado siren go off he was alone with Max and had no idea what to do (she was outside trying to see it smh)

A little rain is okay but he prefers the sunny sunshine and heat to anything else <3

[manicpixievixen]

MASTERLIST: Billy Hargrove

★MOODBOARDS

⋆Drummer Billy

⋆Winter blues

⋆Denim

⋆Religious trauma

⋆California lover

★SERIES

★ONESHOTS

★HEADCANONS

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[sadhours]

Can you explore more of your thoughts on Billy being uncomfortable during sex but maybe fearing telling his partner no?

Idk man 🧍‍♂️

I just spit this out. And as someone who writes nasty Billy smut, this hc I have is… ha.

It’s something he has to do. Or he thinks he has to. Sure, there is a physical reaction. But the emotional part is hard for him. Having sex grosses Billy out.

And he’s explored the options. Gender wise. He can fuck men and he can fuck women. But there’s not a lick of satisfaction in the mix. It’s all bodies. Sweaty fucking sea lions. Bumping into each other.

Pressure. Too much.

Billy hates sex.

But he’s sexualised by everyone. Something he can’t control but the expectation laid on him. Hot guy. And the whole mess of it makes him sick. But there’s this pressure on him. To do it. To fuck people. To be what they expect.

Mouths are nasty. Full of bacteria. Can’t be sure anyone treats their mouths well. Billy brushes for six minutes. Rinses with mouthwash twice. Flosses until his arms go numb. But there’s probably shit stuck in his teeth, right? Stuff he can’t see.

Then there’s the shame. He’s a young man. Sex is supposed to clog his brain. Sex, sex, sex. All he’s supposed to think about. And it’s a burden. Ruins connection. He might like someone a lot. Then he fucks them and he can’t seem to look at them again. Gives him the label of playboy.

But maybe he’s looking for someone who doesn’t want that. A companion who doesn’t care for sex. A dream. Never gonna happen. Can’t stand the disappointment on peoples face when he doesn’t make the move. So then he makes the move.

His whole life he’s trying to make his dad happy, it translates. Billy doesn’t like to disappoint. So he betrays his own body. Just to lie awake. Feel sick. Traumatized by the own shit he does. To please.

But Billy thinks he’s meant to please people. Even if he hurts him.

[hogwartsandhawkins]

Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 7: Pancakes and Meatloaf

Prove Me Wrong Masterlist

Summary: Billy meets Jess's cat, has dinner with her family, and seems to have a fine day, but Neil makes sure to ruin it.

Warnings: Neil making an appearance again. Child abuse. Mentions of hitting/slapping. Physical harm. Mental and verbal abuse. Threatening. Swearing. Please let me know if I missed anything. Also, not proofread.

Word Count: 5.6k

Author's note: This chapter goes out to my kitty, Waffle, who recently passed away. He was my homeboy since 5th grade, and though I renamed him in this pic considering the Stranger Things universe already had its own eggo enthusiast, he will always be my #1 waffle lover.

As always, eff Neil.

Jess dreaded the next morning, as she was convinced she needed to spend less time with Hargrove than she had allowed herself the past four days. Has it really only been four days? This realization made her even more disgusted with herself. She just needed time away from him, that was it. Then everything would be back to normal. Back to how it should be. But when she walked out of her house, towards the blue Camero, four muffins in hand, Billy made it quite difficult to ignore him, as she intended on doing the rest of the day. 

“Hey there, gorgeous.” She willed herself not to smile softly as she would have a few days ago, and simply distributed the muffins evenly, not making a sound as she lowered herself into the passenger seat. “You eat already, Logan?” He was now teasing her, as she had forgotten to feed herself just yesterday. Instead of answering him with words, she simply nodded her head and then proceeded to look out the passenger window. Billy only looked at her for a moment, taking notice of how she shifted herself away from him. “Alright.”

He took his time driving this morning, not speeding to their shared campus as he normally did. The music was not as loud and instead acted as background noise to the awkward silence of their ride to school. Max also seemed to sense something was off, as she shifted uncomfortably in the middle seat and made it a point not to give Billy any shit this morning. When the car was parked, Max wasted no time with her getaway. Not leaving enough time for Jess to unbuckle herself and exit first, Max climbed over the middle console as she did yesterday, and left using the passenger door, leaving it open for Jess. She saw this as an opportunity to leave as well, but when she finally released the seatbelt and began to step out, Billy stopped her, grasping at her elbow bend, careful not to hold on too hard, allowing her to break free if she needed. “You good?” 

“Yup. See you later, Hargrove.” The way she answered told him otherwise, but he didn’t push further, considering they were now at school, with a potential audience if things went south. He chalked it up to her still being stressed over derivatives and didn’t put it passed her to have picked up her notebook last night and continue studying, even when Billy advised her to rest.

She’s just tired. And he was right, she was tired, but not because she had spent the whole night studying, but instead, spent the whole night thinking about him, thinking about everything he has done and said, every smile she had received from him these past few days, which ones were fake, and which ones were genuine. She had dissected everything that went on between the two of them, looking for any hint of insincerity, sure she would find something, and when she didn’t, it drove her even more mad, coming to the conclusion that she was delusional. 

“Yeah, see you.” He said too late, she was already closing the door as the words were forced out of his mouth. His eyes followed her as she raced toward Steve, who seemed to be always waiting for her. Just for her. He took a long drag from a now-lit cigarette and finally broke his gaze from the pair to a different group, Tommy Hagen and Carol Perkins, who also seemed interested in the previous pair Billy was just spying on. Carol seemed to be nudging Tommy, pointing meaningfully at Jess as she whispered, causing Tommy’s eyes to widen and nod in what looked like agreeance to Billy. Sighing, he took one last drag of his cigarette and ashed it in his tray where he left the remaining half for later. 

As he began to walk toward the two, Carol quickly closed the gap between the two, making sure she informed Billy of what she just realized. “Looks like Tommy was right after all,” is all she said at first, believing Billy would clue into whatever the hell they were talking about based on that one sentence. 

“What?” 

“Your little girlfriend is wearing Harrington’s sweater, how cute.” Tommy now chimed in, which was enough to jog his memory of their conversation last Friday morning. This caused him to snap his head back over to the two a bit harsher than he calculated, which he hoped his friends didn’t notice. He didn’t take it for someone else’s at first, as it fit her perfectly, slightly loose, but not by any means baggy. It was a blue-green raglan sweater, seams visible only at the shoulders, and now looking at it, the arms were much longer than they should be on her, while she seemed to stretch the chest out slightly. In other words, it most likely wasn’t hers. The left side of his mouth ticked downward, as he scrunched his nose and cleared his throat, spitting unnecessarily to the right of his stance. 

“Bitch ain’t my girlfriend.” He then began to head toward the building’s entrance, interested in leaving with or without Hagen and Perkins, but of course, they followed him. 

“I’m throwing a party at my place Friday,” Carol piped up, already bored of the prior topic, something Billy was grateful for.  “Parents are going on some holiday skiing trip. You in?” He simply grunted in response. Of course he was in. 

“Cool, later.” And with that, she left the two boys, probably eager to spread the news of her having the house to herself this weekend. As she went from person to person, requesting them to “tell everyone” while dodging those that, according to her, didn’t need to come, Carol spotted her next target. 

Jess’s locker suddenly slammed shut, Carol Perkin’s hand stretched across the door. 

“Carol…” 

“Mrs. Harrington. My, you look super cute today.” Carol was now fingering her, or rather, Steve’s sweater, smiling knowingly. 

“What are you going on about?” Jess was already walking away from her locker, eager to get to her first period. 

“So, what is going on with you and Harrington?” 

“You’re out of touch, Carol.” 

“Not my fault someone doesn’t keep me in the loop anymore.” When Jess decidedly ignored this comment, Carol continued, “I’m having a party this Friday, or are you too cool to come?”

“Yeah, right, like you want me there.”

“Hey, you stopped hanging with us, or do you not remember?” Carol was now blocking Jess’s walking path, seemingly knowing the pathway she needed to take to her first period, looking annoyed and, surprisingly, hurt, an emotion she only showed briefly before shaking it away entirely. Again, Jess said nothing, so Carol continued, moving out of her way so that they could walk side by side, as they used to when walking to class. “You know, I figured it was your bible-thumping weirdos that made you quit hanging out, since we’re ‘bad influences’, but apparently, it turns out you don’t exactly hang out with them either.” 

“What’s your point, Carol?” 

“Seems like Steve Harrington is the only good enough friend for you. I mean, he must be since you’ve completely isolated yourself from everyone else.” Jess wished that this was the case, that for some reason, she’d randomly decided that Steve Harrington would be her only friend, that she was choosing to cut off everyone else. That would have made it easier. The truth was, she tried this year, really tried to go back to normal, as nothing different happened. That Hawkins was just Hawkins, that she wasn’t burdened by this incredible secret. And then it happened again. All. Over. Again. And there were only a few people she didn’t have to pretend with. Carol Perkins wasn’t one of them. And after what happened between her, Tommy, and Steve last year, it seemed there was no use trying again. 

“I’ll be there,” is what Jess was able to muster up, unwilling and unable to confront the current topic. 

Carol looked her up and down. “Wear something cute, you’re better than this. And tell Harrington.” Their shoulders softly brushed against each other as Carol turned around to walk in the opposite direction, and Jess was once again alone in a crowded hallway. 

Fourth-period practice was awful. As expected, Alicia did leave a detailed note of yesterday’s after-school practice, and Coach was not happy. Not happy at all. 

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“Since SOME OF YOU are uninterested in our SCHEDULED afternoon practices, looks like we’ll ALL be having an unscheduled one this afternoon. I hope you girls like running because you’ll be doing A LOT of it after school.” As they were currently in the gym, the boys, who pretended they weren’t paying attention, heard every last word. Some snickers were exchanged at the girls’ expense, causing some dirty looks to get thrown the boys’ way.  

By the end of practice, they were a sweaty mess, Coach not easing up on their current practice either, practically pushing them passed their limits as punishment. Showers and reapplication of makeup were in order for many of the girls, causing them to take longer coming out of the gym than the boys this time around. Billy left the locker room after Steve, who was already waiting outside the gym doors for Jess, Jason and Patrick making small talk with him while they waited. Billy eyed the three boys, sticking his left hand in his jean pocket, running his right hand through his hair, and then began cracking his knuckles with his thumb. Steve stared at him apprehensively, considering he was normally long gone by now, walking to the cafeteria. Just then Chrissy walked through the doors and turned to Steve, who was now looking at her, “She’s almost done.” As if on cue, Jess came through the doors, hair now thrown in the same banana clip as last night. 

As Steve began to open his mouth, Billy beat him to the punch, “Hey, Logan.” Steve shot his head in Billy’s direction, unsure he heard that right. Jess also seemed caught off guard, but gave Steve a quick look, telling him “One minute”, and walked over to Billy. 

“Yeah?” She whispered this question, not meaning to be so quiet. Jess swiftly looked over her shoulder, and then back at Billy. Steve and the rest were barely out of earshot, causing Billy to also lower his voice, though not as much as Jess. 

“You still need a ride, right?” 

“Uhh.” Jess had yet to think about how her extra, unplanned practice was going to affect her after-school plans. “If you can’t it’s okay, I’m sure Steve-“ 

“I’ll be in the car. Don’t run too slow, Logan.” He then looked back over at Steve, who had yet to take his eyes off him, and nodded at him slightly, causing Steve to squint his eyes defensively. With that, Billy then walked in the direction of the cafeteria. 

Confused as to why he couldn’t have waited till their 6th or 7th period to go over their plans, she stood there for a moment, watching Billy walk away from her. Her gaze slipped away when she felt Steve standing right next to her. “What was that all about?” 

“Just letting me know I still had a ride, I guess?” This made Steve cross his arms, now both of them looking in Hargrove's direction again. 

Patrick, unaware of any tension, was now becoming impatient. “So are we eating or what?” 

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“If you don’t make it in eighteen minutes, you’ll be running it AGAIN.” 

All the girls were dressed in their matching cheer sweatsuits, as it was much too cold for their regular attire, running around the track. Jess was nearing the end of her two-mile, feeling her right knee close to giving out. It began to tighten, making bending it nearly impossible, let alone putting weight on it. Only one lap left. She began hobbling slightly, pulling the right pants leg along with every step to be sure she would not have to endure another eighteen minutes of absolute hell. She was one of the only girls left on the track, which was, as always, disheartening. She hated the tightness she felt in her chest when she ran and always wondered if the other girls felt the same way. As she was rounding the last corner, she happened to look over at the bleachers, and to her horror, Billy Hargrove was leaning against them. She sprinted the last 100 meters, dragging her right leg with the same side arm. 

“17:46. I expect a faster time from my co-captains.” But, at this moment, Jess didn’t care. All she wanted was her second shower of the day and to finally be able to stretch out her knee. As she was exiting the track gate, Hargrove began moving toward her, smirk growing as she watched her shuffle away. 

“Jesus, Jess, looks like you’re falling apart.” He then nodded at her leg, continuing to eye her injury as she limped. “You get that from cheer?” 

“Nuh-uh, it’s older. Happened when I was a kid.” But when Billy began to open his mouth to ask what happened, she turned toward the back gym entrance, “I really need a shower, I’ll meet you at your car.” 

Jess quickly showered off what remained from her run, and quickly threw her still-wet hair up in the scrunchy that was previously holding her hair back. She threw on for the third time today Steve’s blue sweater and her own 401 jeans, quickly retied her old Nikes, and exited the locker room, heading toward the front parking lot entrance, bag swung haphazardly over her right shoulder. 

When she peeled the glass door open, she saw Billy leaning against the driver’s side, cigarette lit. He didn’t seem to notice her exit at first, and instead, was focused on the pavement. It was only when he heard the scuffing of her shoes did he look, slightly frowning when he took in her outfit. 

He flicked his red down and stomped it out, motioning his nod to the passenger door, which Jess figured meant “get in”. Billy turned the key over but didn’t speed off the way he normally did, looking out at the now abandoned student lot, with the exception of a few cars. He kept his eyes forward before starting back to the conversation before school. “What was with you this morning.” He didn’t state it as a question, he didn’t want her to lie to him again, didn’t want to leave room for her to. He knew something was different, being able to look back at yesterday morning and not recognize who entered his car this morning. Or rather, he did recognize this morning’s version, but it was the same girl that had met him on Sunday afternoon, and the same girl who avoided him every day before their shared project. 

“What do you mean?” Jess gave Billy a look of mock confusion, but her eyes gave her away, which were more aggressive than usual as if she were annoyed they were again having this conversation. 

“You seemed off, but what do I know, right?” Jess only shrugged, causing Billy to nod his head in disappointment and peel out of the parking spot he occupied. They drove in silence for a moment, no music playing in the background this time. Jess stared out at the now bare trees, their leaves now covering the grass and paved roads. She then peaked at Billy, who was caught looking at her but didn’t turn away when he was realized, only glancing in front of him when he needed to watch the road.  

“Billy, I’m just tired alright? You don’t need to be all weird about it.” 

“Oh, I’m being weird.” He smiled teasingly at Jess but stopped when she didn’t return the gesture. “You hear about Carol’s party?” When Jess nodded, he continued to ask, “You goin’?”

“I mean, I said I would, so probably.”

“You tell Harrington?” 

“Yeah, I told him in Spanish.” 

“He takin’ you?” Billy only looked out at the road when he asked, wanting to seem uninterested in the answer, that they were just making small talk. But an unspoken question lingered in his tone, a question that stayed with Billy for the remainder of the day after realizing whose clothes you were wearing. 

“I’m sure he would if I asked,” Jess answered this way, giving Billy an out, allowing him to be able to arrive by himself as he always did and take whatever girl home, as he, also, always did. 

“I’m sure he would.” His statement was stiffened with skepticism. Though wanting to offer her a ride instead, he decided he wouldn’t, as he was beginning to question whether he was starting to look desperate to be around her, and Billy Hargrove was never desperate. 

They finally pulled into her driveway, Billy immediately turning out the key once the car was parked. “We got a lot of studying to do if you’re gonna get that ‘B’ on Friday.” And with that, he exited, already heading toward the doorway. 

The smell of meatloaf hit both Jess and Billy as soon as the front door was pulled open, causing Jess’s growling stomach to become audible to those close to her, which wasn’t surprising due to the extra amount of “activity” forced onto her by her coach. 

As if reading her mind, Mrs. Logan shouted from the kitchen, “You kids hungry? Dinner’s just about done!” Jess looked over to Billy, unsure if he was willing to eat with her family, as this was unmarked territory for the both of them, having Billy share a meal with both of her parents. 

Billy looked down at Jess and coolly replied to her look of concern. “I could eat.” Before sitting at the dining table, Billy went over to Mrs. Logan and offered to help bring any dishes to the table, which made Jess watch them carefully, unwilling to have what happened the first time he met her mother happen again. But the offer seemed genuine enough that Jess allowed herself to look away and place her bag by the edge of the steps, ready for her to pick up and ascend to her room when it was time. She offered to take Billy’s bag as well, placing it near hers when he handed it to her. 

When Billy joined Jess at the table empty-handed, she assumed that her mother shooed him away, not allowing their guest to help, as she barely allowed her husband to help in the kitchen. He kept staring at the placemat in front of him, unsure of what to do next. His hands fidgeted with one another underneath the table. He was unwilling to admit it, but her was nervous, to say the least. He couldn’t remember the last time he sat at the dinner table with his own family, let alone someone else's. His mind eased, however, when he heard a familiar purring at his feet. There was the same cat, an overweight, orange tabby, who was now rubbing against his leg, seemingly begging for attention. “Hey there big guy.” 

“His name’s Pancake. Because when I first got him, he literally stole a whole pancake from me.” 

“Makes sense, he’s definitely shaped like one.”

Jess elbowed the side of his left arm. “Leave Pancake alone. He’s a good boy, aren’t you, Pancake?” As if he understood, he sent a tiny “meow” in her direction. 

“Alrighty, soup’s on!” Mr. Logan was now placing a narrow dish, recently out of the oven, in front of the two teenagers, making sure to place a flat oven mitt underneath first. Mrs. Logan then followed behind with a bowl full of homemade mashed potatoes, complete with garlic butter and a hint of parsley for color. 

“This smells and looks great, Mrs. Logan, thanks.”

“Oh, you can call me Beverly.” 

“Or you can keep calling her Mrs. Logan, that’s fine too,” Jess said under her breath, eyeing Billy knowingly. 

Mrs. Logan was too busy setting up the table to hear her disapproving comment, but Billy wasn’t, and to mess with her he responded, “Well then thank you, Beverly.” He then suddenly felt a strong kick underneath the table, effortlessly striking his shin. As he grimaced, a loud “REOWW” was heard, with Pancake disappearing into the living room. 

“You kids all right?”

“Yeah Mom, I think Billy just scared him.” She now turned her attention to Billy, “I’d be careful around Pancake, he isn’t declawed.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” He returned sarcastically. 

As both her parents took their seats, Jess habitually bowed her head, but the Logan’s normal routine of saying grace was replaced by a casual “dig in”, which caused Jess to give her mother a questioning look. 

“We have a guest.” Jess quickly nodded and did as she was told, grateful she didn’t have to wait any longer to fill her stomach. 

Everything tasted how it looked, delicious. And after many forkfuls of his own food, Mr. Logan began to ask questions about their shared assignments. “How’s the reading coming along?” 

Jess took it upon herself to answer all the questions, which Billy was thankful for, not knowing how long he would have been able to keep conversation going. She, in detail, described what their essay would be about, how much they have read so far, graciously leaving out how they’ve read so far, and how he was also helping her in math, something that Mr. Logan found interesting. 

“So you’re good at math, Billy?” 

“Try to be, sir.” 

“That’s good. I’ve heard your sister is quite good at it too.” At this, Billy turned to Jess, slightly confused, but when Jess returned his look of confusion, he quickly realized she was not the one talking about his family. Their shared looks made Mr. Logan chuckle. “Your dad and I work at the same bank, son.” 

“Oh.” This information made his stomach flip, causing him to be uncomfortable where he sat. He began shifting in his seat, attempting to still look Mr. Logan in the eyes during their conversation. 

As they finished their dinner, Billy insisted on at least carrying the dirty dishes to the sink, but once that was done, Both Mr. and Mrs. Logan ordered that they retreat upstairs to start their studying. Jess made sure to grab her bag, reminding Billy of his as well, and they went up the steps together. 

When they had finally entered her bedroom, Jess was already giving Billy an annoyed glance. He decided to put a close to her irritation, “Jess I wasn’t flirting with your mother this time.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

He then raised his right hand, tracing across over the left side of his chest, as he did the first time he visited, “Cross my heart.”

“Hope to die?” 

“Doesn’t everyone?”

Jess rolled her eyes at his quick remark but figured he meant his promise, and she continued with their plans for the evening. “So, The Iliad or derivatives, take your pick.”

“Whatever you want, princess.” He was busy eyeing her childish teddies along the far wall of her room, occasionally running his fingers along the ears, many of them wearing various cheer outfits, complete with pom poms, which made Billy chuckle. What caught his attention, however, was a picture of a much younger Jess, with a white long sleeve, the number 07 written in black on her torso, the word “Broncos” written above the number in the same color, complete with a pair of spandex and kneepads. “You played?” Billy now had the frame in his hand, facing it toward Jess as if to explain why he was suddenly asking her questions. 

“That was a long time ago.” 

“Were you any good?” 

“Honestly? Yeah. Really good.” 

He set the frame back down in front of another frame, which was slightly longer, and had depicted about a dozen girls, all wearing the same uniform Jess had in the previous picture. He searched for her in the group photo and when he found her, he turned back to the now older version. “Why aren’t you on the Hawkins team then?” But before she could answer, Billy suddenly turned back to her solo picture, and reread the mascot name on her jersey. “The Broncos? I thought Hawkins middle school were The Cubs?” 

“I went to middle school a couple towns over.” Jess had her copy of The Iliad already out, opened to where they stopped last Saturday. “You ready to get started?” 

“You deciding you don’t need me anymore, Logan?” 

Billy was not as eager to start on the reading as Jess was and was hoping she would have chosen him to tutor her in math instead, considering how stressed the epic poem made him.  “Like you said, I’ll figure it out by Wednesday.” She gave him a quick smile, ensuring it didn’t linger longer than being friendly, and gestured for him to sit next to her, which he did after he retrieved the annotated copy from his bag. As Billy sat, she shifted slightly, scooting away from him when he got closer. However, Billy didn’t seem to notice, as he was too engaged in Jess’s old notes. 

“Now pleasing sleep had seal’d each mortal eye, Stretch’d in the tents the Grecian leaders lie…”

She read this way for the next few hours, Billy quietly listening, occasionally glancing up to watch her read, something she would sometimes catch, but willed herself to not acknowledge them, as, she believed, that’s all they were: glances. They continued this way, him admiring her, her pretending not to notice him, with the occasional questions Billy had about the text interrupting their game. When the clock turned 9:45, Billy interjected Jess’s reading one last time. 

“We can pick this up tomorrow. But Thursday I have to finish my research paper for U.S History,” Jess began to explain, putting away her book and taking her physics packet in the process, “And since we’ll be… busy… Friday, I’m thinking we can just write the paper this weekend. Or I can just do it if-“

“I’m free this weekend.” Billy intended to keep his promise, to not push all the paperwork on Jess, even though he was unsure how useful he’d be in writing an essay. 

“Okay, Saturday then? Since you know, you work and all…” 

“See you tomorrow, Logan.” 

Billy softly closed her door, then began down the steps, his bag swinging in his left hand, his right hand holding onto his pack of Reds in his denim pocket. Her parents were no longer in the kitchen, nor the living room, so he took it upon himself to lock the bottom lock, closing the front door afterward. He climbed into his car, wearing a crooked smile, turned the key, and blasted his heat. Once his door was closed, he lit what he believed would be his last cigarette of the night, and trapped it between his lips before he pulled out and made the short drive back home. Before pulling up his own driveway, he was sure to turn off his headlights to avoid illuminating the living room, hoping not to wake anyone who may be asleep. Once parked he finished his Marlboro inside his car, taking his time, before it was time to leave the safety of his car and enter his father’s domain. He still held the smile on his face, reminiscing over his previous meal, but when he opened the front door to find Neil standing, facing the door, with Max sitting on the couch, also now staring at the door wide-eyed, he quickly dropped his smile, along with any hope of going to sleep any time soon. 

“So,” Neil remained unmoved, staring blankly at his son, “you’re too good to bring Maxine home from school now, hmm?” 

Billy looked from Max back to his father, who was still staring at him with the same wooden expression. It made his heart drop, as he always knew what came after his father proved his vacancy for emotion, the emptiness would be replaced with something else, something that wanted to prove to Billy that he was nothing. That he would always be nothing. 

Instead of Billy responding, Max did, attempting to diminish the tension, “I told you, I’m fine. I like skating sometimes and my friends were-“

“Quiet, Maxine. I was asking your brother.” The calmness in his voice made both children shiver. Neil was now walking toward him and only stopped before the tip of his nose reached the bridge of Billy’s. “Why don’t you go back to your room.” He was still addressing Max, who looked to be opening her mouth to protest until Billy locked eyes with her and shook his head painfully slow, hoping to not tip off his father about their nonverbal conversation.

For fucks sake Max, don’t make it worse.

When her footsteps were no longer audible, Neil continued. “So. Why is it, on a day you don’t have practice, did you allow your sister to skate home?” 

“Dad, come on, I had shit to take care of, okay? I got this English project and she even said her friends were with her. It’s not like she was fending for herself out there.” 

“Oh no, I saw who brought her home, Billy.” The color began to drain from his face as he tried to look anywhere but at Neil. “It’s your responsibility to bring her home. Isn’t that right?” 

“Dad I-“ Neil’s first strike to his face caught him off guard, his balance failing him as he teetered to his right. Once he caught himself, however, he was met with another blow to his lip, which connected much harder than the last. Neil shook his head in disappointment, annoyed that he had to do that. 

“That wasn’t a question, son.” Billy was now backed into the door, silently begging to materialize at the other side of it. The way Neil spat out his name for him, son, it made him want to return to the Logan’s, back to the dinner table with Mr. Logan, who made the name seem more endearing. “I’m tired of this attitude, thinking you can do what you want, that you can talk back.” He was becoming louder, more unhinged. 

“I’m s-sor-“

“HMM?” 

“I’m sorry sir.” He dared look into his father’s eyes when he said this, knowing it would only anger him further if this requirement was not meant.  

Neil then backed away from him, contemplating his apology. “I don’t. Ever. Want to see that shit again, you understand me?” When Billy nodded, Neil turned away from him. “Clean this shit up. Since you can’t even bother showing up to dinner anymore.” Neil gestured to the dining room, then retreated to his own room, slamming the door for good measure, indifferent about whether Susan could have been asleep. There was a single dish left on the table, a beer can sitting next to it. Billy willed the numbness in his legs to retreat back to his chest and began to walk toward the dining table, tossing the can and quickly rinsing off the plate, fork, and steak knife, placing them in the dishwasher once done. He stood there, still in front of the sink, looking out at the small window that was placed above it, only able to see his reflection as it was too dark outside to see anything else. He saw the cut left behind by his father, the redness around it threatening to turn purple any minute. He saw the moisture building under his eyes and the trembling scowl on his face. He saw how unquestionably weak he looked. He struck his palm against the edge of the now clean sink, still staring down his reflection, ordering it to change, but it only became worse, the tears now running down his face.  He couldn’t be here anymore. Not now. 

He retreated back to his car, now allowing his headlights to shine bright, not caring whether they were disrupting. He wouldn’t be coming back tonight anyways. He backed out, tires screeching and music blasting, something he was sure he’d pay for tomorrow if Neil cared to run into him again. He glanced down at his watch, seeing the time read as 11:37. Everything would be closed, this city not even a fraction as lively as SoCal. Billy looked around at the darkened town as he drove, his engine and tape disrupting the silence. He then found the abandoned parking lot, the same one that he allowed Jess to circle just yesterday. He parked but kept the car on, unwilling to turn off the heat, but if he were to sleep there, in his car, as he has done multiple times, he knew he’d have to turn it off eventually. He began to hang his head, tired from tonight’s events, until he decided to once again look at his reflection, pulling at his rearview mirror slightly to do so. His cut was now much more visible than it was in the reflection of the window, angering him, the sleepiness from just moments ago fading. 

“Fuck.” He then struck his palm against his wheel. “FUCK.” He continued to bang against it, his tongue now dripping venom, “FUCK this GODDAMN town. Fuck this. FUCK HE-“ He became incoherent, babbling as he struck his dash now, unable to see clearly through his tears. When he accidentally bumped his horn, he stopped, throwing his head back in his seat. While staring up at nothing, he began to realize he didn’t want to sleep in his cold car. He didn’t want to be alone. And though he knew better, he was blinded by the comfort he had felt only hours before, and because of this, only because of this, Billy began his journey back to Cherry Lane.

[billysbbybfff]

Billy doesn't like sleeping with bugs in his room because he pushes the blankets off himself and hates the way moths or flies land on him

[blakeswritingimagines]

Sitting On Their Lap

Eddie: "Woah-" He'd chuckle. Immediately, his hands instinctively went to your waist, sitting you down on his thighs completely. "You're being cute again.." He'd tease, smiling warmly in your direction as his hands slipped down towards your thighs, gently rubbing up and down your sides lovingly

Gareth: He’d smile and immediately put his arm around you, pulling you a bit closer as his other hand slides down your hip. He’d love your hair in his face and your warmth against him.

Steve: He'd definitely be surprised at first. He'd chuckle softly before wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you a little closer against him. Then he'd look at you with a cheeky smile. "Now, what do we have here?"

Robin: she'd have a surprised/flushed look on her face until she realized it was you. After that, she would wrap her arms around you and pull you closer. She'd ask, "And what is this for?"

Nancy: She’d gasp and be surprised, but then, she’d smile. She'd wrap her arms around your waist and pull you against her chest, and bury her face into your hair.

Jonathan: “Hey woah, hi to you too, love.” He’d smile up at you, his hands landing on your hips before they’d wrap gently around your torso, securing your position on his lap in place. He’d let out a content sigh from your proximity, taking comfort in your weight on top and pressing closer against you. “What’d I do to earn the honor of being used as your personal chair?”

Argyle: He immediately stopped what he was doing and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close so your back was pressed tightly against his chest. He could feel the heat radiating from you. “Hey.” He said with a grin.

Billy: He was surprised a bit but smiled at you. He wrapped his muscular arms around your body and pulled you close into a hug, his muscular chest pressed against your back. "Hey, you." He said and chuckled softly in your ear. He let one hand wander down your side until it rested on your thigh.

Henry: He would be surprised first and look at you with a suprised expression, but after that it would probably just make him smile as he would wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He might also bury his face into your hair and place a small kiss on your neck.

[plistommy]

Billy: Stop being a fucking pussy and lift it!

Eddie: I can’t! It’s too heavy, man!

Billy: *stomping towards Steve and lifting him up easily while Steve was washing the dishes*

Steve: Billy, what—

Billy: You wanna be able to hold him like this? Right?Then lift the fucking barbell, bitch!

Eddie: Shit, OKAY! *bench presses 50lbs*

Billy: YES!!

Steve: *still carried around by Billy*

Steve: I hate you guys

[shieldofiron]

Billy is just a liiiiittle shorter than Steve so he constantly has to wrap his legs around Steve’s waist so they can make out and he can make Steve lift him and strain to kiss him. A win win.

Diagram for illustration purposes.

[queer-coded-camaro-driver]

Okay but snowboarding shirtless is actual Midwest Canon Behavior and Billy would fit right in if he tried (especially drunk).

This is a picture I took at a local boba tea shop in the dead of January. It was below freezing. This guy WALKED back to his apartment like this while drinking the ice cold boba milk tea.

Billy would, could, and should embrace his Masculine Midwestern Urge to Cover Only One Half Outdoors At -2F (-19C).

Give me a Billy who fucking EMBRACES winter! Give me a Billy who dresses in warm clothes and loves squinting against the sun against newly-fallen snow and who is LETHAL in a snowball fight. Give me a Billy who soon outclasses everyone in Hawkins on a snowboard, because "it's like surfing, only I can't fall off the board!"

Give me a Billy whose only regret is that he can't snowboard shirtless (and who, when he's drunk, does it anyway).

[itsriabby]

Mona Lisa - S.H. (Part 3)

“Goodnight friend”

actor!steve x makeupartist!reader

Plot: When Steve meets his beloved makeup artist’s replacement, he swears it’s hate at first sight. But… is there truly such a thing?

Trope: enemies x lovers

Wc: 5k (my hand slipped)

Warnings: mentions of family problems, reader having long-ish hair, slow-burn, fluff, alcohol… I think that’s it. I hope you like iiit!

Main Masterlist | Part 4

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“You’re not wearing that.” Your friend Eddie gives you a long up and down look, shaking his head no.

You frown, looking down at your little black dress. You think it’s pretty “I am, actually.”

He rounds the car and steps into the driver seat, ushering you with a come-hither motion so you sit beside him “We’re stopping at my place.”

“What? Why?” You exclaim bewildered while following his directions and getting in the car.

“Look babe, you look hot as fuck, I’m not saying you don’t.” He explains, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder “But… This is kind of a big deal, so that won’t do.” He signals your outfit.

You think for a second, confused “Well… I like your style Eds, I really do, but I don’t really think I’ll look good with your clothes.” You cross your arms.

Eddie has nice clothes, he always comes to set in designer and vintage runway pieces. He has this “edgy vibe” or whatever he calls it, and even though it looks bomb on him, you don’t think you’d suit it.

Plus, they’d hide your figure and make you look like a potato sack. Not really fitting to make a first impression for your first celebrity party.

“Ok, first, everyone looks good in vivienne westwood, second, I’m not giving you my clothes.” He starts the car, looking straight ahead. “I have a couple girl things there.”

He says it so nonchalantly. You raise an eyebrow skeptically.

“You have girl clothes?”

“Yup.” He nods, a big smile on his face. He looks at you for a second, reading your confusion, and keeps talking “They’re not mine. Not that guys can’t wear girl clothes, you know clothing doesn’t have actual gender, but… A couple girls have left things there, and they’re pretty chic if I say so myself.”

You snort “You’re giving me your one night stand’s clothes?”

He shrugs with a smug smile “What can I say? I have good taste.”

You slap him playfully, both of you chuckling softly.

“They better be clean Munson.” You give him a pointed look. You might borrow it, but you draw the line at it being dirty.

He jokingly places a finger on his chin, as if thinking about it “Now that you ask…”

“Hey!” You widen your eyes outraged, and he breaks out laughing when he sees you.

“I’m messing with you. They’re pristine. Don’t worry, I had them cleaned a few weeks ago.” He pulls up to his driveway, stopping the car and parking in its designated spot. “I knew they’d come in handy someday.”

You get out of the car and he walks beside you, getting his keys out his pocket and opening the front door “C’mon Cinderella, you’re lucky I’m your fairy godmother.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully and opens the door.

To say the house is huge is an understatement. It’s not a mansion, but it’s a big house for someone who’s not even 30 yet. It’s decorated in mainly dark colors, filled with leather sofas and chairs, vintage framed playboy posters, a wall filled solely by electric guitars… It’s frankly Eddie Munson in its highest and truest form.

Eddie might be a new character in this show, but he is nowhere near a new face. He’s been in countless horror films, indie movies, a couple guest star roles in tv shows… He’s not deemed a renowned actor yet, but he does have a cult following, so he’s got countless fans following his every move. Everything Eddie appears in, immediately does well. You guess that’s how he’s gotten the connections to go to tonight’s party.

“What about this?”

You’re upstairs now. You’re sat in the corner of his bed while he holds a very sheer dress in his hands.

“Isn’t that a little revealing?” You turn your head to the right, inspecting the fabric.

“Duh, why do you think I took her home?” He says it like it’s so obvious.

Your expression turns deadpan “Are you really that shallow?”

“Of course not!” He frowns “I’ll have you know I was deeply captivated by her BIG personality.” He smirks, making up a big butt with his hands.

“You’re such a dude.” You roll your eyes, taking the dress from him and throwing it in the bed, alongside a couple more pieces “And I’m not wearing this. What else have you got?”

He walks back into his wardrobe, fumbling with the contents for a minute “I have another dress, but it’s not as rock and roll.” He says loudly so you’ll hear him.

“Well I’m not going for rock and roll tonight, so it’s fine.”

You’re picking at your nails, looking down when he speaks “Here she is.”

When you look up, you swear you have to do a double take, just like in cartoons, when the characters eyes go big and out of their head. That’s you right now.

“Oh wow.”

“Oh wow indeed.” Eddie nods. “I remember her… Good night, good night.” He smirks nostalgic and you throw a shoe at him playfully.

Still, you’re speechless.

You’re no fashion expert, but the dress is clearly Versace. It’s this pale pink, you think satin, long dress. It’s very simple, but it’s so elegant, so beautiful. You’d have to sell your left kidney to afford it.

“Eddie… it’s so pretty.” You tilt your head, as if somehow its going to be less mesmerizing, it’s not.

“Like you.” He says with a cheesy voice, and you both giggle.

You stand up and hug him, the dress between you both “Thank you so much, I’ll take care of it like a newborn, you won’t even notice I’ve worn it.” You muffle in his shirt.

He pushes you off with a chuckle “Are you stupid? Wear it until it’s raggedy, I don’t care. If she hasn’t come here to take it back by now, she’s not coming anytime soon.” He flips the dress so your chest meets the back of it, and holds it up to see how I’d look on you “Besides, you’re my friend. I love you too much to not gift it to you. Also, I’ll get enough enjoyment seeing Harrington see you wearing it.” He gives you a devilish smirk followed by a wink.

You frown “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs with a smile “Nothing.” He steps behind you and slaps your ass mischievously “C’mon Cinderella, your carrier’s waiting for you.”

You huff a laugh and roll your eyes, walking into the closet with your middle finger up, not before looking back at Eddie and giving him an honest grin.

When you’re out of sight and aren’t able to hear him, he shakes his head with a chuckle “That poor bastard…”

———————-

“But what do I say if they approach me?”

“Um… hello?” Robin looks at you skeptically.

“I know that! But like, what do they talk about?” You panic, covering your whole face with both your hands.

You picked up Robin on the way to the party, and there you are, all three still sitting inside the parked car, just outside the mansion hosting the party.

“Babe relax, they’re just people.” Eddie leans back in the driver seat, rolling down his window and lighting a cigarette “Narcissistic, millionaire people, but people nonetheless.”

You give him a nasty look “That’s not helping.”

“Look, I know you’re nervous and all, but it’s really not that hard, just be you.” Robin encourages you, putting a hand on your arm reassuringly. You look back to smile at her.

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, blowing smoke out the window “We like you don’t we? Then you’ve already convinced the coolest people in the room you’re worth it. Everyone else will follow alright?”

You huff a laugh and look up, looking at one and then the other. They really are the best.

“Ok. I’m ready.” You clasp your hands together and start unbuckling your seatbelt.

“Seriously? I just started smoking!” He frowns.

You get out of the passenger seat and round the car all the way to his side, taking the cigarette from his two fingers and letting it fall to the ground, smashing it with your heel “Problem solved.”

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Steve had been waiting inside for an hour.

He’d been to a thousand parties by now, so he knew not to enter too early or too late, that’s why he’d told Eddie to be there at 10pm. Reasonable time for a gathering like this.

But you were late. At first it was like 10 minutes, then 20, and soon enough it was 11 pm with no sign of the three of you.

He should’ve known Eddie wouldn’t be on time, he’s the one driving, but unconsciously he immediately blames you. You probably took ages to get ready, or wanted to stop somewhere, or decided to crash another party, who knows?

The only thing he knows is you’re out there having a good time with his friends and he’s in this party, filled with people he’s met a hundred times and who know nothing about him. The house is packed but he feels complete and utterly alone.

Robin makes these things bearable.

She’s the one who makes funny comments about individuals after having small talk with them, or picking a couple and acting out whatever they would be saying… He wishes she’d be right here and not wherever the hell you’ve dragged her to.

He knows her so deeply, he’d know exactly what she would say right now. She’d make a sarcastic comment about how stuck up these people are, something like “Clearly money can’t buy brains.” Or “Did they actually say chauffeur?” Or-

“Do you think they use dollar bills to blow their noses?” Robin huffs behind him.

He turns around, jumping a little, not expecting her to be there “Are you actually here or is this a hallucination?” He acts light-headed and taps her face as if wondering if she’s real.

“Knock it off dingus, we’re not that late.”

“We?” He looks around to see if Eddie’s there. Of course, cause he couldn’t care less if you’re there too.

“Sorry Harrington, had to stop to fulfill my best friend duties.” Eddie claps his shoulder in a friendly way.

“What duties?” Steve looks around nonchalantly, looking for something. Or someone?

“You’ll see.”

“Look, I like you man, but the vague comments have to stop.”

Eddie takes both of Steve’s shoulders and turns him around “Thank me later.”

“What?” Steve frowns at him “Munson I just said-“ The words die on his tongue.

You’re there.

You’re standing a couple meters away, walking up to them with a glass in hand.

He’s always known you’re pretty, God he even tried to shoot his shot when he met you, before he knew how difficult you were. But this is different. You’re always dressed modestly and business-like when he sees you. You always make sure to have minimal makeup on and your hair up so it doesn’t get in the way. And even though you’re still pretty cute with that look, this is making him a little dizzy.

You look gorgeous… No, you ARE gorgeous.

But that dress… It’s thin enough he can see the ghost of your bellybutton, and it hugs your body in the best way. The color compliments you, really compliments you. The soft pink making the flush on your cheeks more prominent and imitating the gloss on your lips. Why can’t he stop staring at your lips?

“I can’t believe they just hand out champagne.” You reach them, giggling softly “Hi Steven, sorry for the wait, have you already charmed the old ladies in the room or am I in time to watch?” You laugh at him and he doesn’t even care.

You turn your head to the right to talk to Eddie and he notices your hair next. It’s down, flowing over your naked shoulders. You look so beautiful it’s making him sick.

He needs a drink.

“I’m, uh… I’m gonna get a drink, be right back.” He slips through the crowd without hearing any response and beelines for the kitchen.

What the fuck is going on?

He’s been with pretty girls, he’s been with MODELS… How in the world are you the one turning his brain into mush, it makes no sense.

But he doesn’t need to make it make sense, cause he’s not gonna think about it at all. He’s not gonna look at you tonight, he’s gonna drink it all down; this confusion, this frustration, and this… whatever this is he’s feeling. Gulp gulp gulp.

———————————————————————

It’s nearly 2 am, and after more champagne glasses than you care to count, you can confidently say you’re a little drunk.

Or a lot. Maybe a lot.

You’ve done a couple introductions here and there, but the night has been mostly Robin, Eddie and you. Steve wondered off as soon as you got here, and as much as you want to say it has no effect on you, your inebriated brain begs to differ.

Does he hate you that much?

Cause the feeling’s mutual, but… yeah no, it’s bothering you. And honestly, it’s making your head hurt more than the alcohol.

“Guys I’m gonna go to the bathroom, stay here ok?”

Maybe splashing some water on your face will do the trick. At least you hope so.

After a couple minutes gathering yourself, you step out of the bathroom, only to be meet with a chest. A big, muscly chest.

“Woah, careful darling. You ok?” You look up to two beautiful light eyes staring back at you.

“Do I know you?” You rack your brain trying to find the reason he looks so familiar.

He shakes his head no “I’d know, I wouldn’t forget such a pretty face.” He leans on the wall, stepping closer to you.

You chuckle at his poor pick up line. He’s cute though, so maybe you can forgive his lack of flirting originality.

“Wait actually, I know, you’re in that show on Monday night, my mom loves you.”

“Damn, that escalated pretty quick.” He jokes, showing his blinding white smile.

You laugh and raise your hand so he can shake it, telling him your name.

Instead, he holds it and kisses the back of it “I’m Billy.”

“Nice to meet you Billy.”

“Likewise.”

“Ehem.” You both turn to see where the sound came from, that being Steve freaking Harrington.

He’s standing to the side, right in the middle of Billy and you. He’s standing unnaturally straight, puffing his chest and tilting his chin up.

Billy imitates him. It’s like a monkey fight. Men.

“Oh, hi Harrington, didn’t know we had an audience.” Billy steps closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulder.

“You don’t, I was just getting my friend. We were wondering where she was.” He looks pointedly to you, raising his brows while making a face. Like you’re the one in the wrong when he’s been the one that’s been absent all night.

“I told Eddie and Robin I was going to the bathroom.” You glower. If he’s gonna be like that, you certainly won’t back off. Can’t he give you one day off?

“Yeah well, they must’ve forgotten.” He throws daggers at Billy with a look “I’m surprised to see you here Hargrove, didn’t you say these things were dull and tedious?”

“I did didn’t I?… Good thing I’ve found some entertainment” He turns his head briefly to wink at you. “Besides, don’t you have some lines to learn from your little show?” He’s mocking him now.

She tries to look secure, but you’d swear you see the tiniest bit of smoke coming out his ears “You’re right, and she’s helping me, so we should get going.” He points to you with his head, giving Billy a superiority smile.

Billy’s staring at you know “You’re in the show?” A newfound curious twinkle overtakes his eyes.

Before you can deny it, Steve proceeds to take your wrist, yanking you away with him “Anyway, nice to see you Bill, have a nice night.”

“Hold on, hold on.” Billy takes your other arm, stopping you. “She was talking to me.”

“Well, now she’s with me.” Steve clenches his jaw, his muscles also flexing.

“Actually, SHE can speak for herself and she… Is going to see her friends.” You take your arms off their hands and walk away “Goodnight boys.”

Your powerful walkoff losses a couple points because you trip a little, but you keep going, you’re too proud to admit you’re still drunk as fuck.

The night progresses and an hour later you’re absolutely ready to go home.

Steve has joined you in the last half an hour, but he’s been silent ever since the bathroom incident. Whatever that was.

“Guys I think I’m gonna get going, this was fun but I’m totally gonna crash out if I’m not in my bed in 30 minutes.”

“Noooooo.” Robin nearly shouts, she’s gotten a little too much to drink too.

“I’m sorry.” You pout, hugging her goodbye.

“Babe, please, an hour more, is all I ask, then I’ll drive you.” Eddie pleads, wanting to stay a little longer.

“I can take you.” Steve interrupts him, looking at you for permission.

“You sure?” Robin asks him, he nods, but his eyes are still locked into yours, waiting for a response.

“Ok.” You mutter, looking away before the eye contact gets too much.

“Alrighty then, I’ll see you on Monday babe, take care!” Eddie hugs you and waves goodbye as Steve and you walk away and towards the front door.

You walk in silence, the faint sound of the music flowing in the background. You can feel him looking at you a couple times but you say nothing.

You’re lost in your thoughts when he takes your wrist softly, making you stop. He immediately drops it.

“This is me.” He points to the car beside you. It’s this deep burgundy color, and not that big. You don’t really know much about cars, but you certainly didn’t think this would be Steve Harrington’s. Maybe a red convertible or something, but not this. It’s nice.

He opens your door and holds his hand out, pointing for you to get in.

You look at him a little puzzled, not knowing why he’s being so chivalrous, but you still get in. When you’re seated and comfortable, he bends over and grabs your seat belt, getting closer to you. A little too close. A lot too close.

“I can do it.” You drag out your words a little.

“You’re drunk.” He doesn’t look at you, stretching the seat belt over your torso.

“Im still able to-“

He looks up at you. Both your faces centimeters away. If you concentrate, you can feel his breath hot on your skin.

“Let me do this. Please .” He pleads, talking softly, as if he’s not the same man that claimed he hated you days ago.

He looks at one of your eyes, then the other, like studying you, like committing to memory the image of your face. He looks down briefly at your lips, wetting his own, before returning his gaze to yours. His pupils are terribly dilated, and there’s a spark there you’d seen before. Similar to the one he gets when you bicker, but this one is different, this one is softer. This must be the alcohol making you imagine things… right?

Before you can tell yourself to do it, you’re nodding. The corners of his mouth lift the tiniest bit, and then you hear the click of the seatbelt, now buckled in place.

Taking advantage of the position, he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear and looks at you one last time before leaning back and closing the door. Leaving you so dumbfounded, you don’t even know your name right now.

He steps into the drivers seat and starts the car, turning on the radio but keeping the volume low.

You stay quiet. What the fuck. What was that?

“There’s water in there, you should drink some.” He points at the pocket of your door without taking his eyes off the road.

You nod even though he’s not looking at you and take the bottle, emptying the contents on your stomach. You actually did need it.

“So… wanna, um… play a game or something?” He taps his fingers on the wheel anxiously.

“Is that a trap?” You scowl.

He frowns, this time looking at you for a second “What do you mean?”

You make a face, is he playing dumb right now? “I mean this Steven is NOT the Steven I’m used to. Is this a prank? Are you gonna dump me in the side of the road or something?”

“What? No! Why would- I’d never- I’m not doing that, no.” He shakes his head flabbergasted.

“Then why are you being so nice?”

“Because-“ He quiets for a minute, like thinking of what to say “I don’t know, I just- I want to.” He takes a peek at you.

Your frown softens, and he keeps going “Im honestly growing a little tired of having to come up with new ways to bug you.” He chuckles softly “Also… you’re a good friend to my friends, so we’re going to be around each other a lot. And it would be a lot easier… if we just… got along. So-“ He takes a deep breath “I’m waving the white flag, you win.” He holds an imaginary flag in his fingers, throwing it back and forth.

You win.

It doesn’t feel like a victory.

Not at all. It just feels… weird.

He holds your gaze for a minute before turning it to the road again.

Maybe I’d be nice to get along with Steve. It’d make work easier. Plus, hanging out with him, Eddie and Robin wouldn’t be so bad.

“What kind of game?” You surrender, looking out the window so you don’t have to also look at him in the eye.

You can hear his smile “Uh… I spy?”

You scoff a laugh “what are you, six?”

He laughs a little too “Ok, ok… you’re right. Um… maybe we could- if you want to, do like- 20 questions?”

“Calm down Steven, I’m not gonna jump you.” You joke, relaxing into the seat. The buzz in your system starting to fade out “20 questions is fine.”

He lays back a little too, both of you getting more comfortable. The ride back to your house is pretty long, so you could use a distraction.

“Ok, I’ll start… What’s your favorite color?”

You grin “That’s your question?”

“Shut up, I’m just warming up.”

“Alright, alright.” You tell him the color.

He nods “that’s nice.”

The silence lasts two beats too long.

You snort loudly “This is so awkward.” You caress your right arm lightly, as if it’ll help lift up the uncomfortable air between you.

“Of course it’s awkward, this is new for you, and me.” He taps your arm in a friendly manner “Lets go, ask me a question.”

“Ok, uh… why did you wanna be an actor?” You look at him now, actually curious about the answer.

“Hmmm… that’s a good one. I worked at a video rental back at home when I graduated high school, Robin also worked there. I didn’t really have much to do all day so we just spent hours watching movies until a client came in. I guess it made me wonder how cool I’d be to be the one in front of the screen. And well, here I am.”

“Is it?”

“Is it what?” He turns to see you.

“Cool.”

He shrugs in his seat “It’s fine. Maybe I build it up too greatly in my head, but it’s nice. I mean it’s pretty interesting, but it might be overrated. The industry is not as magical as the movies are.”

You tilt your head understanding, you’ve also worked in the industry and although not in the same level, you do know it’s not as great as they make it up to be. Not great at all.

“What about you?” He ponders “What made you get interested in makeup and all that?”

You look away, reliving the memory like it was yesterday “When I was a kid, my parents used to go to a lot of fund-raisers, events, parties… You name it and they’d be there. My mom was in charge of a lot of their decorations so I’d be weird if they didn’t show up, you know? Anyway, I would sit in my moms bed and watch her get ready for every gathering, watch her put on her fancy makeup and all these shimmery things on her face.” You smile at the image “And one day, I was sad because my-“ you clear your throat. “Um, my brother had broken one of my dolls by accident, and whatever, you know how kids get. I was all mushy and teary eyed, and to make me feel better, she let me put her makeup on.” You shake off the mention of another time, another family, and put on a bright smile “It turned out horribly of course, but ever since then I’ve loved to play with it and experiment and just, I don’t know, it calms me.”

You look up to find him staring at you with a soft look. As soon as he catches you staring, he goes back to studying the road.

“Back to you Steven, what’s the most rebellious thing you’ve ever done?” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“Oooh, straight to the good questions, I see.” He taps the wheel with one hand, simulating a drumroll. You copy him, drumming your hands on the dashboard. “I once slept with a director’s wife.”

Your jaw touches the floor “You did not.”

His smirk grows wider, and he giggles raising his hands “I didn’t know she was taken! I swear! But in short, he fount out.”

You clap your hand on your mouth, eyes widening impossibly bigger “No!”

“Yes!” He chuckles “The worst thing is, he wasn’t even mad.” He shakes his head like even he finds it unbelievable “It was like a thing they’d do, then he asked me to join them. Safe to say, I dropped out of the movie.” His teeth show in the big grin he’s wearing, and you can’t help but think he really suits it.

“But… you didn’t join them, right?”

“Of course not! Who do you think I am?” He gives you a bewildered look.

“Sorry, sorry, had to ask.” You giggle a little.

The ride home is filled with stupid questions, you had so much fun, it felt like you’d just met a new friend. It felt like a new beginning.

You hadn’t laughed this much in a long time, and you hadn’t to admit, Steve Harrington was definitely growing on you.

“So… quick question, how difficult was it to say I won before?” You cross your arms mischevously.

“Oh you have no idea.” He fakes a horrified look, and you both break out laughing.

When the laughter has died down, you decide is time to ask what’s been racking at your brain all these weeks.

“Now, I’m curious, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but,” you turn you body to the left, positioning yourself to take him in better. “What’s your deal with Angela? Like, why’d you get so mad at me for getting her job and all that?”

He looks taken aback by the question, like he didn’t expect it, but responds nonetheless “She was my makeup artist before you.”

“Duh, I know that.” You roll your eyes playfully. “But what else?”

He takes a deep breath “She uh… She just meant a lot to me. I’m not- not to, like, I’m not saying it to sound like a charity case or anything, I know I’m not. But my parents weren’t really around like, ever. So Angela felt like a parent in some way. She didn’t even go out of her way or anything, she just did her job, but, she’s nurturing in a way, and she always talked to me in such a motherly way. I realize now that must’ve just been her personality but I don’t know, it made me get really close to her. So when she left, and-“ he scratches his jaw “And she didn’t even say goodbye or reach out to me or anything… Well it hurt a little.” Your features soften, getting where he’s coming from “And I guess when I saw she had a replacement already I… I resented you for it.”

He shifts uncomfortably “I… I’m sorry about that by the way.”

“Oh, it’s ok, I-“

“No it’s not.” He gives you a tight lipped smile “I was pretty shaken up and took it out on you. You didn’t deserve that, and I’m sorry.”

You return his smile.

You sit back straight again and mess up his hair lightheartedly “All is forgiven, my friend.”

His eyes light up again, and he gives you a mischievous smile “Oh so we’re friends now?”

You snicker a little “It’s a saying, I don’t actually mean it.”

“Nah, I don’t believe you, I think you want to be my friend.” He shakes his head with a chuckle “Then again, who wouldn’t?”

“Ok, rockstar, calm down.” You grin. Pushing him playfully.

The car slows down, and you don’t even notice you’ve reached your house until the car is parked in front of your porch.

“Thank you for taking me.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and shamelessly stretch your arms “You’re actually not that bad.”

He puts a hand on his chest, feigning gratitude “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me.”

“Yeah, well, don’t mention it.” You open the car door and start stepping out of the vehicle.

“Can’t promise I won’t.” He exclaims. You stick your tongue out immaturely.

“Goodnight friend.” He waves goodbye.

“Goodnight.” You go to close the door but he stops you, holding it open and making eye contact with you. Like you’re missing something.

“Goodnight what?” He raises an eyebrow.

You scoff “Goodnight Steven.”

“Nu-uh, that’s not it.” He shakes his head no, looking at you with fake disappointment.

You roll your eyes and lower yourself so you’re closer to him “Goodnight friend.” You pointedly close the door with the last word, the window open so he can still hear you.

“Atta girl, see you Monday.” He smirks patronizingly, and you step back, ushering him away.

“See you.” You mutter when he’s backed up the car and can’t hear you anymore. He drives away and you’re still standing on your driveway.

You don’t know how to feel about this.

It’s a big change, a monumental one. But is it for the better? You certainly hope so.

You guess you’ll just have to wait and see.

Steve Harrington. Your friend. What a weird world we live in.

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Hii! I hope you liked it!

This is the start of an “amazing” friendship (meaning: they’re gonna keep killing each other but maybe a little less enthusiasticly.). This is very obviously being a slow-burn, but I promise I’ll give you yearning and juicy moments in the meantime.

Also, if you have a request or something you’d like to happen in the story, I’ll be reading you <3

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[runraerun]

The softest Harringrove brain worm that’s ever invaded my head where Billy is the sole guardian of his little step-sister Max. (very little, like 6 years old little. And Billy is 25ish, so it’s a big enough age gap where everyone naturally assumes he’s just a single dad.) And Steve is the host of a dorky yet successful kids tv show called Mr H’s Treehouse (think Mr. Rogers) that Max is OBSESSED with.

She makes Billy watch it with her every single evening, like clockwork. Now, Billy would never admit this, not even with a fucking gun to his head—but he kind of starts to look forward to watching it with her. But it isn’t his fault! The host is, pardon his French, fucking hot as shit.

So every night he gets home from work, drops whatever take-out garbage he got for them onto their TV dinner trays, and parks himself in front of the idiot box while Mr. H from Mr. H’s Treehouse comes on and teaches him and Max about the power of friendship and sharing and eating vegetables or whatever the hell else he’s on about that week. It’s stupid, but it kind of becomes cathartic. Like Billy can just shut his brain off and stuff his face and watch the bright colors and listen to the gentle music and let the stresses of his life fade away—at least for that half-hour anyway. The fact that Mr. H has an ass Billy could bounce a quarter off of… well, it doesn’t hurt.

But what happens when there’s a meet and greet/Story-Time being hosted at Max’s elementary school? Well, Billy’s not a complete douchebag, so of course he has to take her! It has nothing to do with the fact that he also maybe wants to meet this tv host who’s all soft sweaters and pretty brown eyes that Billy’s maybe been fantasizing about for the past year and a half. That’s not it! He’s here for his nerdy little twerp step-sister, nothing more.

(Spoiler, it’s something more.)

[rotteneldritchhorror]

cause im a freak for queer history and love hanky codes and all other kinds of flagging:

Eddie of course constantly flags black on the left [S&M top/sadist] (half of the reason he flags it so constantly is because its just useful to have lol), like I said in my last post- whenever he wants a new piercing he flags purple on the right [piercee], learned about the hanky code from a "fitness zine" that was just DEFINITELY a gay kink/porno mag he either found discarded somewhere he definitely wasnt meant to find it, or actually bought it at a proper place with a fake ID, and either found they had an article in that issue or found a slip of paper with a written out code. Anyways it gave him the biggest sense of relief in his life to know he wasnt evil to wanting to hurt the boys he had crushes on and knowing that he wasnt the only boy into other boys.

Billy tbh has basically the same discovery story as Eddie except it was almost definitely accidental, he fully thought it was an actual fitness mag when he bought it with a couple of other porno mags and then Self Discovery, he occasionally flags light blue or navy blue on his middle back beltloop [oral and anal respectively, giving or receiving] but not that often cause Internalised Homophobia

Robin finds out about flagging because she found a lil slip about the hanky code in a lesbian zine she found tucked away in the very back of the local library and only kept it because it was something queer (she knows what Eddie's flagging and clocks him IMMEDIATELY and One Of Them), she doesn't flag cause she's wayyyy too awkward for that, even if it'd help her know whos one of the queers lol

Steve finds out EVENTUALLY because he confides in Robin about the Gay Feelings but she keeps dancing around it because shes not about to out Eddie, even if its literally so him and Steve can just kiss already and get over with it lol, but EVENTUALLY he finds her lil slip and recognises the black hanky (half the color codes are mismatched but the black is consistent enough for him to be right). He probably buys a light blue hanky and wears it on his right [cocksucker] exclusively when hes hanging out with the guys (Eddie especially, but also billy, jonathan and argyle because sure why not)

Speaking of which! Argyle knows. He might not have any friends, but he sells weed to a shit tonne of queers in cali and has dabbled in going to the occasional gay bar and gets in enough high conversations with kinky queers to gather what flagging is and generally how to do it (he doesnt flag much cause hes less of an 'actively looking to hook up' kinda guy and more of a 'if the time strikes', go with the flow, but sometimes he flags lime on his left [dines off tricks/sex for food] when he's in the mood lol

Jonathan is the last to find out and its only when he gets high as shit with them all and asks about why the fuck Eddie keeps a black bandana in his back left pocket and only his back left pocket and all of them explain it to him all at once until he just nods along and accepts it until like 5 minutes later where he just randomly goes "Wait- youre all gay??" as if that isnt known knowledge

[sadhours]

billy hargrove head canons that are important to me and you can’t argue with

he watches jeopardy and honestly could go on it and win like five times in a row

billy likes to start his day early, watches the sunrise with a cigarette and a cup of coffee (he likes his coffee with a splash of cream and some honey)

he does a two minute plank every night, just right on top of his bed before he goes to sleep

he falls asleep to music, but it’s super quiet

he likes gambling, he’s pretty good at poker

his favorite movie is night of the living dead but he loves horror movies and action movies, he kind of idolizes snake plissken and has watched escape from New York a hundred times

Billy loves seeing live music, punk and metal shows obviously

most of his clothes are hand-me-downs from Neil

When he was a freshmen in high school, he became friends with the juniors and seniors and they’re why he started partying

Billy loves talking shit, he’s a huge gossip

he really likes animals and Neil let him have a cat but he couldn’t keep it because Susan’s allergic

he secretly likes tears for fears, and bought songs from the big chair on cassette

Billy and Neil have an agreement that as long as his grades are high, he can smoke cigarettes and drink beer

When he’s angry or stressed, he’ll drive to an empty stretch of road and go as fast as he can. He keeps track of his speed and tries to beat it.

He’s into bodybuilding but one time a crush told him bodybuilders aren’t sexy so he keeps toned instead of really beefing up

there’s moments where he and max get along pretty well, they bond over horror movies and pranks (max has to be careful with the pranks, billy has to be in a good mood or he’ll get really mad)

billy loves Mexican food, it’s like top five of what he misses about California

he’s really good at cooking, because Neil used to work late and he always has to fend for himself. because of this, he grew sick of a few foods— box Mac n cheese, ramen and eggs. He still really likes tuna sandwiches but he’s super picky about them.

he’s also super handy because it was his responsibility to fix things around the house

the camaro was a salvaged title, he earned half of the money for it and Neil paid for the other half; the catch was billy has to fix it up with his own money

he worked as a bagboy at a grocery store before they moved to Hawkins, all the housewives loved him because he was handsome and he bagged the best. he was actually pretty particular about it; veggies and fruit together, meat by itself, boxes together and cans together.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Im thinking about a dad!Billy fic.

While I don't think he would ever abandon the reader since his mother left him. I defiantly think he would be scared ( terrified since his father is extremely abusive ) .

I really think he might be the one to suggest an abortion because he doesn't want a child raised near his father but he'd move out and in with the reader since the reader's parents are more supportive.

He's distant at first because he's so scared and he doesn't think he deserves this.

But he actually breaks when his child is placed in his arms.

(Talking about how he's full on sobbing while holding his child)

Idk this scene made me emotional.

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

I’m having a lot of thoughts about super protective Steve right now, but I’m also having a lot of writer’s block so I don’t have the energy to actually set the whole scene.

I need Billy and Steve delivering pizzas and snacks to The Party (including the Corroded Coffin guys) to wherever they’re holding their campaign. Maybe somewhere in the woods because it’s aesthetic and the weather is nice, like out by Castle Byers.

The kids are fine with Harringroveson for the most part by now, though a couple of them (namely Dustin) don’t always get along the best with Billy. He tries really hard so it’s getting better, but progress is slow. He’s still detested by the Corroded Coffin guys (namely Gareth).

I love the misunderstood character trope for some reason. I love the idea of other characters hating Billy’s image, the idea of him, but when they get to know him as more than the asshole jock they peg him as, they realize he isn’t all that bad.

Maybe Gareth makes one too many comments about not wanting Billy there. Calls him an asshole and provokes him with the intention of validating his own perception of the blond. Maybe even goes as far as to insinuate that the only reason Eddie or Steve are with him is because of his looks. Something mean that’s said in a teasing tone, but hits just as hard despite it.

Billy doesn’t react with white hot rage like everyone’s expecting. He turns away and walks through the woods back to the car with a look of shame on his face, and Steve immediately jogs to catch up with him, lacing their fingers together as they weave through the trees.

Eddie stands there anxiously, wondering if he should follow them or if it’ll overwhelm his already upset boyfriend. He turns back to the group and looks pointedly at Gareth. Not angry. Just disappointed.

Which some could argue is worse.

“C’mon, man,” he sighs, gesturing vaguely. “You couldn’t be cordial until they left? He didn’t even do anything.”

“Made ‘em leave faster, didn’t it?”

Gareth’s tone is less sure than before, because after all, he isn’t a malicious person at his core. He’s clearly at odds with himself about hurting Billy’s feelings — he didn’t even think it was something that could happen.

Eddie just shakes his head and sighs.

“Well, you’ve poked the bear, so now shit’s gonna get testy.”

“What, like—“ Gareth gulps and his eyes blow wide. “Like Hargrove’s gonna kick my ass or something?”

At the words, Eddie laughs. Crosses his arms and sobers when he hears twigs crunch in the distance, a set of footsteps approaching once again.

“Not Billy,” Eddie whispers.

As if on queue, Steve emerges from between the trees. His jaw is clenched and his shoulders are squared. He gets eyes on Gareth before anything else, which has him scurrying up out of his seat on the floor. Ready to bolt.

Steve stops beside Eddie. Shrugs his hand off of his shoulder when Eddie sets it there and points an accusatory finger at Gareth. The movement makes him flinch even though he’s still a handful of feet away.

“I dunno what your fucking problem is, but you don’t say shit like that about my boyfriend when I’m around, you hear me?” Steve seethes. He eyes Gareth up and down like he’s sizing him up before he simply tsks and shakes his head. “You can find your way home in the dark for all I care, so don’t bother asking for a ride when the game’s over.”

He stares until Gareth nods, at which point some of the rage relaxes out of him. Only slightly.

Then he turns to Eddie.

“Get on the radio when you’re done?” he says much more softly. “I’m gonna go ahead and take him home.”

“Is he alright?”

“Yeah, but you know how he is.”

Eddie nods and cracks a smile.

“Big ol’ softie.”

“Mhmm.”

Steve mirrors his expression. Leans in for a quick kiss, then casts Gareth a final glare before he takes his leave.

Once he’s gone, Eddie huffs a laugh and intertwines his fingers over the back of his head.

“Jesus. Give him a while, he’ll get over it,” he dismisses. Glances over at Gareth, who looks about as startled as a mouse that’s been dropped into a snake pit. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“I dunno, you could probably speed up the process by making Billy a cake or something.” When Gareth furrows his eyebrows, Eddie shrugs and laughs again. “I’ve never pissed Steve off that bad, but I have hurt Billy’s feelings before. My boy loves him some chocolate cake.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then two.

They wind up having to wrap the game up faster than they anticipated, because the nice weather becomes a drizzle which becomes a pour.

Steve goes against his word and gives Gareth a ride home.

The next day, he’s standing on their porch with a Tupperware container full of chocolate cupcakes that say srry 4 b-ing an a-hole in blue icing on top.

Billy immediately shoves one into his mouth and Steve reluctantly forgives Gareth, meanwhile Eddie is laughing his ass off because he didn’t really expect him to take his suggestion seriously.

[xamiah]

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

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𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

‘“𝐁𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫… 𝐘/𝐍, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥… 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?”’

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You’ve stopped arguing about it. “We could just take the bus-” you always offer, knowing he won’t. The thought alone makes him tense up, like you suggested cutting off a limb. That gorgeous Blue Camaro of his isn’t just a car. It’s his armor, his pride and joy, the only thing in Hawkins… other than you, that’s truly his.

So, on the nights he’s too drunk to drive - slouched in the passenger seat, the taste of beer still fresh on his breath - you take the wheel. And every time, without fail, he presses the keys into your hand like it costs him something. Jaw clenched. Eyes a little glassy. Voice low and steady like a ritual,

“Be careful with her… Y/N, you’ll be careful… right?”

Sometimes, you wonder if he’s more worried about the car or you.

But it’s always been you.

When you’re behind the wheel, he grips the seatbelt like it’s the only thing holding him together. His eyes stay locked on the road, tracking every curve like he’s waiting for it to turn on you. He murmurs when to shift gears, his hand hovering just inches from the wheel, like muscle memory won’t let him surrender control. You’ve been driving longer than he has - passed your test before he even scheduled his - but that doesn’t matter to him. Billy stays tense, jaw tight, foot twitching like he’s still got a pedal under it. He just can’t let go. Like if he does, the whole world might slip out of place.

The next day, he’ll always swear that’ll be the last time he’ll ever let you drive her.

You just roll your eyes - you both know it’s bullshit.

Because the truth is, letting you behind the wheel of that car isn’t just trust…

It’s love.

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝟑𝟑𝟏

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𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐞𝐲! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭/𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 (𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐚 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭! 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡��𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐝𝐝𝐝 - 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐈’𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞!

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