#Billy hargrove is disgustingly hot

[drinkingbeerfroma]

Okay. So. How about a 90s sorta online dating Harringrove AU that's also omegaverse where Steve is a very picky omega and he's had so many matches to his dating profile bidding for his attention and he knows he's like the creme de la creme, the bees knees, rare and beautiful and smells the best and most intoxicating scent that it makes everybody stupid to a point that it's gotten pretty dangerous. But he doesn't mean to be picky, he's always wanted it easy as much as the next guy, it's just that he has the most sensitive nose, ever since he was a kid, even gotten worse after he presented, and just a whiff of any scent he can't particularly stand he gets the most godawful allergies and sneezes and sometimes even coughs his lungs out if it's really strong and bad. And there aren't really meds for it. He can use scent blockers on himself, but that's it, that's the only extent of protection their health care system has right now for his case.

So he's lonely, he's become a really lonely guy, can't really leave the house without a mask on like he has seasonal allergies all year round, hard for him to make friends and keep them when he can't really see them for too long, even harder for him to find someone he likes. Since he works at home anyway, he resorts to online dating. Because why not? He's desperate. It's the 90s, there are tons of lonely people out there who are completely normal and aren't complete pervs. It's what he tells himself. Now that he's looking at an overwhelming amount of matches, with countless alphas and betas who keep sending his P.O. box all kinds of things that carry their scent for mate matching, Steve has his pick of the litter so to speak, only it's twice as awful, has become a great inconvenience because he has to smell each one, each damn sealed and ziplocked package. It's become literal hell. He can't believe romance in the 20th century has gotten to this. Just when he's gotten sick and tired and literally exhausted from sneezing and coughing, just when he thinks he can't smell a damn thing anymore and has to air out the whole damn apartment from all the nasty foreign smells from strangers, he finds it. Smells it. Right before he almost throws away all the bags in the garbage shoot, he gets a whiff that escapes a not-so-sealed bag.

It's from a shirt.

The most heavenly, mouth-watering scent of an alpha is coming from a pit-stained, worn-thin, hole ridden, a little dank, shirt. Steve doesn't know how to react because it's so careless and unthoughtful and lazy, and the most disgustingly amazing and stupidly addictive scent he's ever smelled in his entire pathetic omega life.

Which belongs to one Billy Hargrove.

The douchiest asshole in the great Chicago area with the prettiest bluest eyes, the embodiment of everything Steve hates in an alpha, all cocky and charming and oozing with unrighteous confidence, his dating profile consisting of a bunch of half naked pictures of him flexing the muscles of his muscles, hobbies are getting his dick wet, his knot popped and looking at himself in the goddamn mirror, sweet words filled with bad intentions.

But Steve can't help but stuff his face of Billy Hargrove's disgustingly damp shirt, can't help but drool and moan on it while he touches himself in his underwear, spreading the wetness between his thighs, he comes hard. For the first time in a long time, he comes easy.

He sends him an e-mail. Fed-exes his underwear to Billy Hargrove's P.O. box the next day. There are tons of lonely people out there who are completely normal, and who aren't complete pervs, of course. But Steve isn't one of them.

[bungrove]

— le freak c’est chic

♱ pairing: billy hargrove / male reader

♱ cw: 18+ smut, pwp (prn without plot), sub!billy, bottom!billy, blowjob, face fucking, lots of spit, probably friends with benefits, name calling (“cocksleeve”), pretty short. let me know if i missed any. NOT PROOFREAD.

♱ synopsis: you and billy fuck in the bathroom at tina’s party right before he beats steve’s keg record.

♱ note: first time posting on here, pretty nervous. tumblr’s real nice though, i hope you enjoy reading this! reqs open.

you watched as billy kneeled down, so eager to please. his fingers shakily reached for your zipper, a few tugs and his cheeks flushed.

lucky you.

it was embroidered on the inside of your jeans, billy loved it. he is lucky, so so lucky. “need me in your mouth, blue?” you cooed, hand reached out to caress his cheek.

“need you. please. need you so bad.” his voice a tiny bit higher from desperation, his mouth feels so empty without you in it.

you took out your cock from your jeans, both of you decided to go commando tonight. billy’s tongue lolled out, ready to take you.

you slapped the tip on his tongue a few times earning a whine from him. you wanted to ruin him, make his lips all slick and pink.

billy felt your hands hold onto either side of his head, he looked up and he immediately knew what you wanted to do.

“fuck me already.”

that was all you needed to hear. without warning him, you bucked you hips, making him take all of you down his throat. thank god for no gag reflexes.

billy’s hands gripped onto your thighs, nails digging into the thin denim. his eyes filled with nothing but lust, almost rolling back with every thrust.

“you like that? fuck, you make such a nice cocksleeve, blue.” billy shivered at your words, he loved it. he’s happy that you use him in any way you want.

“y’know, not many people know i’ve got this in my pants. when they do though, they’re so fucking lucky… you’re lucky aren’t you, billy?” you asked him knowing he can’t answer, almost like you were making fun of him.

billy reached down to palm himself through his jeans. he knew you won’t allow him to touch his aching hard on so a little friction won’t hurt.

he could feel his throat getting used to your shape, hell, his throat is only for your use at this point. billy moaned, his throat closed around you, eliciting a groan from you.

your hips continued to thrust into him at a fast pace. billy didn’t care, having you in any of his holes is enough.

he watched as your breathing got heavier, your thrusts grew sloppier. face to neck down was covered in pre and spit, it’s disgustingly hot.

he felt you twitch, he rubbed himself harder through his jeans, getting ready to cum with you. until you removed yourself, billy cried, his lips running after your cock.

“calm down, blue. wanna come all over your face.” you groaned, heavy, uneven breaths. your hand wrapped around your cock and you jerked off right in front of him.

it was all wet from billy’s spit, so fucking hot. those blue eyes that you love so dearly were looking right up at you, watching your tip pour out more pre.

“get your tongue out baby.” you ordered and he immediately obeyed like a little puppy, your little puppy.

with a few more thrusts, you came. billy’s eyes fluttered. “thank you. fuck, th—thank you.” he babbled, all cock drunk.

billy swallowed the cum that landed on his tongue and there was still more… all over his face. you leaned down and kissed him, teeth clacking.

it was desperate. you were as desperate as he was. suddenly, you licked his cheek, tasting yourself.

billy whimpered, you’re too much. you really are gonna break him.

“need me to return the favor?” you lazily asked and looked down at his jeans, now with an obvious wet spot. “oh, don’t think you need me to then.” you teased.

you lifted him up, his body was jello, as if no bones. “be meaner next time.” billy quietly spoke, voice hoarse.

“yeah? want me to make you cry?” you cooed and he whined in response, nodding so hard.

you lightly chuckle, you put the toilet seat cover down and sat him on it. you took a towel and ran it through lukewarm water. billy is still new to the whole ‘aftercare’ thing, not used to it at all.

you smiled as you cleaned him up, his eyes closed with relaxation, planting a few last kisses all over his face. “all done. you ready to get back out there?” you asked referring to the party, you knew he still wanted to beat that keg record.

“yeah,” billy slowly stood up, taking his time to get to the door and right before he leaves, he forcefully grabbed you by your collar. “next time, fuck my tits.”

[silassinclair]

Uh Oh! It’s Magic!

[Billy H x Fem!Reader]

Summary: Billy and his friend Tommy are on a double date. Tommy with Carol and Billy taking out one of Carol’s annoying friends Brandy. They all decided to go to a roller skating rink but when there Billy is hypnotized by a roller skater completely in her element. But she isn’t quite what she seems?

Moving to Hawkins was probably one of the dumbest fucking things that Neil has ever done. I don't know why he chose to move to this hick town but there is no stopping that insufferable piece of shit when he makes a decision. The house where he, I, Max, and Susan live is small as shit. Whenever I can I am out of the house as much as possible.

This very moment I'm arm in arm with some blonde chick named Brandy. Her and I are following Tommy H and his girlfriend Carol into the entrance of Rink-O-Mania, one of the only places in Hawkins that isn't dull and lame. Honestly I don't want to be here, I hate dates, I just want to screw Brady and leave. But it's an excuse to be out of the house so I'll take it.

"Billy I don't know how to skate, can you hold my hand when we're in there?" The dumb bitch clinging to me says looking up at me with doe eyes. Why the fuck would her and Carol want to go skating if she doesn't even know how to? Probably wants an excuse to touch me with her grimy ass hands.

The white eyeliner on her bottom lid fails to make her eyes larger, she looks like a desperate clown instead. But she has a nice bod so I'll have to put up with her shit if I want a BJ.

Putting on my signature smirk I pull her in close, "Sure thing hot stuff. I roller skated all the time in Cali so I'll help you out."

That wasn't a lie. When I was younger if I wasn't surfing I was roller skating with my Mom when the weather got bad. Some of the only enjoyable memories I have honestly.

"Hurry up lovebirds we gotta pay for our skates." Tommy says when he and Carol approach the counter. The skating rink is lit up by neon lights and It's Magic by The Cars is playing over the surrounding speakers. Not many people are here except for some kids with their folks and some teenage girls.

"Billy" Brandy says, "Help me tie my skates." She pleads with a small pout. I hide my eyeroll as I kneel down and tie her skates. Once hers are on she nearly stumbles to the floor when we're literally on carpet.

Stupid bitch.

"Woah woah," I say and hold my arms out for her, "Wouldn't want to fall yet, we're not even on the rink yet."

The girl blushes and waits for me as I tie my skates on. Once on I take her hand and help roll her to the round wood rink. Looking out at the rest of the people I see someone zoom by in my peripheral vision. Scanning the floor I see a girl. Blue bell bottom jeans, a jersey styled crop top, dangly earrings, and pristine white skates. As the music plays her body moves to the rhythm as she glides on the floor as if she were walking on water. Her flowing h/c hair frames her focused yet relaxed face.

She’s absolutely breath taking.

"Oh Billy I don't think I can do this." Brandy says next to me. "What if I fall?"

Having enough of Brandy's pick-me bullshit I turn to her with a deadpan expression.

"Then fall bitch. Now get-"

I pull myself from her acrylic nailed grip

"-off of me. You're dumb and annoying as shit. Now screw off." I skate away from her leaving her standing crookedly by the entrance to the wooden floor. Tears fall from her face and her mascara follows the flow of her pathetic tears.

Oh fucking well, boo-hoo, I have my eyes on something else now. She was annoying anyways.

"Hargrove!" Tommy calls to me, Carol holding his hand as the two skate to me from where they once were out on the rink.

"What gives man? Why's Brandy prying her skates off and crying?" He asks.

"She was annoying as shit so thanks a lot for making me take her out." I turn to Carol and say disgustingly. Carol looks down embarrassed.

"Well now you don't have a date idiot." Tommy says with an eyeroll, but I grin.

"We'll see about that." And I look to see the girl again. She's low to the rink and doing a complex skate trick to the tune of the music. Her right leg bent beneath her bottom and the other stuck out long like a half squat.

Following my eyes Tommy sees who I'm looking at.

"Oh no chance in hell dude. She's way too pretty for your whore-ass." Tommy says and punches my shoulder. But I punch him back harder causing him to whine and rub his arm.

"We'll see."

The song comes to an end and the mystery girl skates to the exit where I’m leaning on the half wall.

“You’re pretty good out there gorgeous.” I say showing my pearly white teeth, aka my secret weapons.

She turns to me with a small smile. “Thanks. I haven’t seen you skate yet.”

I chuckle lowly and roll my eyes, then explain to her about my date and how she only wanted to use me as popularity gain and for my body.

As if I didnt want to use her but still- Not that that a matters.

“Brandy McMay. She doesn’t even know her left from right.” The girl said and I laughed with her to her joke. She was 100% right.

“The name’s Billy, Billy Hargrove.” I hold my hand out for her to shake, she gingerly accepts.

“Yeah I know.”

“Well how come I haven’t seen you around at school? I would never fail to notice someone as gorgeous as you in the halls of Hick-Hawkins High.”

She blushes and crosses her arms over her exposed tummy. “I don’t really dress like this in school. Not after being made fun of by girls like Brandy. So I only express myself here at the rink.”

Poor thing. My hand goes up to brush her hair out or her face without thinking.

“Don’t listen to them sweetheart, you’re an absolute doll. A total talent if you ask me. Don’t listen to those chicks, they’re just jealous of you.”

What the fuck am I saying? Jesus Christ, this is what happens when I talk with my heart instead of my mind and dick I guess. I should do this more often.

Her eyes lock to the floor. “T-Thanks Billy… Also I’m Y/n by the way. We have Chem and World History together. I sit at the all the way back in both those classes though.”

I smile and lean in closer to bask in her scent. Smells like sweet candy with a hint of honey. What a doll.

“Well I’ll keep an eye out for you. Say, how about we hit the rink together? You and me since my date ran off?”

Before she answers she checks her wrist watch. “Sorry Billy but I have to head home before the streetlights turn on or else my brother will be pissed. But I’ll see you in school okay!”

I hide my disappointment behind a smile. “Alright, I’ll see you Monday.”

Before she leaves she pulls me into a gentle hug which I don’t have time to reciprocate before she skates off with a small wave.

Oh my god I think I just fell in love. No I just met her… That’d be weird, right?

Monday…

It’s the second class of the day, World History. I changed my seat so now I’m in the back row. I took some nerd’s seat but he didn’t have the balls to tell me it was his seat so he sat in my old one towards the middle left. The seat next to my new one is empty, and I assume that’s where Y/n sits.

This is probably the first time I’ve come to class on time. And for a girl? Let alone one I met yesterday? God I’m embarrassing.

Seconds before the bell rings a girl stumbles into the room with a heavy backpack. Her puffy sage green coat, long brown frilly skirt that goes down to her ankles, and dirty white converse. Her hood hides some of her h/c hair but her bangs peek through the front. Big round glasses adorn her face and a black scarf is wrapped snuggly around her neck hiding part of her chin.

What a basket case.

Before the teacher notices the girl comes to the back and sits next to me.

“Hey Billy.” She whispers to me and pulls her hood and scarf down. Her hair is messier than how it was done up in Saturday and glasses sit on her button nose.

This is Y/n? Holy shit.

“Y/n? I didn’t even recognize you.” I say and turn to her completely. She giggles and takes her jacket off revealing a snug grey sweater.

“Yeah I can see why, I look like that girl from The Breakfast Club huh?”

I nod with my mouth slightly parted. I myself aren’t really into the basketcase type chicks. Not so into the baggy clothes that hide their bodies. But with Y/n, god it just makes me curious. I’ve seen her rockin bod in that crop top and jeans that framed her ass oh so well. The fact that only I got to see it too gives me a new sense of pride. It’s like my own little secret.

“I probably look silly to you now huh? Not so confident as you thought.” She said lowly when she realized I haven’t said anything like the idiot I am.

I reassure her immediately, “No no sweetheart not at all. I’m just admiring how adorable you are is all…” I mumble the last bit more to myself but Y/n heard it loud and clear, her blush says so.

“Oh shut up.” She fires back quietly like a kicked puppy.

I grin and hold her hand that was atop her desk. She freezes but relaxes in my hold.

“How about I take you on a date? Maybe we could go skating?” I shoot my shot hoping she’ll say yes. Why was I even nervous she’d say no? Girls always say yes to me.

But with Y/n… It’s different. Maybe it’s because I don’t only want sex with her? God I’m going soft, but I don’t dislike it.

“Sure.” She sends me a warm smile and holds my hand back in her smaller hold. “Are you sure you want to go skating though? I’d probably leave you in the dust Billy.”

I smirk at her snark remark.

“Oh baby you haven’t even seen me skate yet, don’t let that hidden confidence get to that pretty little head of yours.”

Just then the teacher walked in meaning we couldn’t talk anymore, but that didn’t mean that Y/n and I would stop holding hands. My thumb traced gentle circles on the back of her soft hand. Every minute or so she’d look at me with a cute smile.

My leg shook not with anxiety but rather excitement. This school day couldn’t go by any slower could it?

The final bell rang and I walked Y/n out to my car. Max came by but I told her to skate home much to her disappointment, oh well shitbird, I have a hot date.

“Hey wait!” Y/n called to Maxine before she skated away. My stepsister paused and turned to my date in confusion.

“I didn’t mean to take your spot, I’ll get in the back,” Y/n then turned to me, “Cmon Billy take her home would you? The ground is wet from rain and it’ll ruin her skateboard trucks.”

Maxine perked up at the fact that Y/n even knew what trucks were. So she skipped over and hopped in the passenger seat while Y/n got in the back.

“Ugh fine.” I groaned and started the car and drove Maxine home.

The while car ride was Y/n and Maxine talking about roller skating and skateboarding.

“Yeah I tried skateboarding but I liked roller skating more, it feels more fluid for me.” Y/n said.

Maxine replied, “I totally get that, less chances to crack your skull too.”

The two girls laughed as I sulked. It took longer to get hole too since I didn’t want to drive fast and scare Y/n.

Pulling up to the house Maxine hopped out of the car and waved goodbye and Y/n sat up front.

“You’re a good brother Billy, and even a better date. And the date hasn’t even begun yet!” The girl next to me said with a smile. Said smile was contagious because I couldn’t help myself to wear one too.

“Don’t flatter me too much doll it’ll get to my head.”

Next thing you know she placed a kiss on my cheek.

“I think I like you Billy, a lot.” She said bashfully and held her hands. “I don’t want to rush this though so how about we go to the rink now yeah?”

I could still feel her lips on my cheek as I drove us to the rink. Drive by The Cars played on the radio which Y/n turned up, saying it was her favorite band.

The date was everything I hopes it would be. Y/n and I skating under the dim neon lights as music softly played. It was getting late and everyone was gone except us. And under the discoball in the center Y/n and I shared a kiss that sparked something inside me. It felt like magic coursing through my veins.

Uh oh, I think I just fell in love… That was fast.

[jesus-in-the-womb]

Fat reader x Eddie helping her w insecurity

hmm... I myself struggle with weight, so..... this one will def be hitting home when it comes to the insecurity being voiced #sendhelp... (also, ik billy is dead by the end of season 3, but j pretend he's still alive n kickin it for this one time.. fanks:)(also no hate to billy or Dacre, I just see this being a realistic convo from billy)

"Listen, Tubbs," the words sounded from behind you, a hand firmly pressing to your shoulder blade to grab your attention as if the words hadn't sent you into a panic enough, "I don't know who the hell let you in here, but you need to cover that mess up." Your arm subconsciously wrapped around your stomach, turning your head to the side to stare up at a very menacingly Billy Hargrove. He stood next to you, one hand on your shoulder, the other on his hip. His lips smacked disgustingly against each other as he chomped on a piece of pink bubblegum.

You were overweight, and you knew it. The one-piece swimsuit your mother had bought you from the 'GAP' ages ago barely fit your slightly larger body, tugging against your skin and allowing bits of you to spill out of the edges. It was boiling hot in Hawkins, the public pool your last resort to cool off after raiding your freezer at home for ice and popsicles. You'd hoped Billy wouldn't be working today, silently praying that he'd still be recovering from immense wounds he received from the mall 'fire'. You'd think after almost dying, you'd act a little nicer, but noooo. Billy Hargrove was still a massive dick.

"W-What?" he scoffed at your words, pausing his chew to tug his sunglasses down to the bridge of his nose, making it obvious that he was eyeing your body up and down.

"Petting zoo is that way, Piggy." he pointed in the direction of the exit with a nod of his head, waiting for you to spin around and leave. You didn't. You stood there with a red face, staring at the wall behind his head, tripping over your feet as he shoved you in the direction of the exit. You walked as quickly as you could, not wishing to give the boy more reasons to tease if you ran, envisioning your body if you had with a tearful expression.

Your feet carried you to the door of your car, entering with a huff before quickly starting it and leaving with a screech of your tires. You'd been on the premises maybe 30 seconds before the Hargrove boy came to humiliate you, although you silently thanked god no one heard. This was a constant occurrence, finally caving and dressing slightly out of your comfort zone; which consisted of baggy sweatshirts, sweatpants, and leggings, only to be ridiculed by the community of Hawkins. It didn't matter if you were friends with the 'King Steve', hell they teased him for even being your friend, you'd always be an outcast, simply because your size was double the cheer captain's.

The second you'd gotten home, you'd changed into something a bit more comfortable, but still revealing, opting for a cute tank top and shorts to stay cool in. You didn't stay long, leaving your house once again without an explanation as you hopped into your still running car to get away. The only place you could think of was this stupid spot in the middle of the woods behind the high school football field. You'd found the area in your freshman year, the wooden picnic table quickly becoming your lunch table; up until you'd met Steve and the gang, the table long forgotten.

But, here you were, climbing onto the rickety boards and sitting down with an emotionally exhausted huff. Your feet swung in the open space, kicking at the air and gaining you slight relief as the cool burst of air hit your exposed legs.

The snapping of twigs and crunching of leaves beneath someone's foot caused you to tense up, eyes flickering to your left to catch a glimpse of a young man stumbling through the forest. His feet got caught on a root, sending him flying through the air and towards the forest floor, he caught himself in a push-up position, awkwardly glancing at your tightlipped smile. He threw a few haphazard pushes into the mix, pretending as if his entire plan was to do a workout in the middle of the woods on the ground, with you as his witness.

"Wooh!" he called out as he bounced back up to his feet, fist pumping in the air with an elated grin, "feelin' the burn." he walked over to the picnic table, standing in front of you with a bright smile. Your skin crawled, staring up at the handsome man. His eyes were making you uncomfortable, assuming that his trailing gaze was judgmental, even though he was clearly checking you out.

"Can I help you?" you didn't mean to sound so rude, quickly apologizing and opting for a nicer version of the question. He sent a nod your way, kicking at the pebbles beneath his feet as he gestured to the table, hoping you'd let him sit. You agreed with a curt shake of your head, carefully edging off the top of the wood to sit on the seating portion, hoping as to not break it, breaking something from sitting on it in front of someone being a huge but realistic fear of yours. When you made it to your spot without a creak or crack, you awkwardly smiled at him, waiting for him to start the conversation.

He stared at you for a moment, taking in the shape of your shoulders, bleeding into your neck, and trailing his eyes up to gawk at your facial features. He thought you were gorgeous, spending his (long and never-ending at this point) high school years crushing over you and your voluptuous body.

"What'cha doing out here all on your own?" he asked tilting his head as if he were a curious puppy. His curiosity was soon masked by immediate fear, after noticing the look of surprise and slight disgust on your face, "No, I didn't mean it like- shit. That came off creepy as fuck didn't it?" he asked with his lips pulled tight to his teeth making the most robotic face of oh my god I'm an idiot you've ever seen.

"Yea, just a bit." you tried to bury a smile of amusement deep inside of you, its metaphorical fingers scratching and clawing it's way to the surface to flaunt itself in front of the metalhead.

"Sorry, Y/N, right?" he asked, knowing damn well that he knew your name. He's known it since it was his sophomore year and your freshman year.

"Yeah, and you're Eddie Munson." you couldn't help but laugh a little as his jaw dropped, warmth spreading across his cheeks and down his neck at the fact that you even knew his name.

"I'm going to ignore the fact that you know who a freak like me is, and instead ask you a question," you nodded along, waiting patiently for him to speak, glancing down as his fingers picked around each other in a nervous manner, "why are you out here, you okay?" your body language shifted immediately, your person shutting down almost as fast you glanced at the tips of your shoes.

"Had to get away from someone is all, kept saying some mean things." to the normal eye and ear, your words could be heard as you reiterated your encounter with the Hargrove boy, but you knew better. You were attempting to run from yourself, the doubt and self-deprecating thoughts beating your brain to a pulp without remorse. Eddie wasn't one to pick up on the 'someone' being yourself, face pulling in confusion and concern.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, but, do you wanna talk about it?" he asked, placing his head into his fists as they squished his cheeks upward. This pulled a giggle from your lips before a defeated sigh left your lips. It's no secret that your body was hideously large, might as well talk about it. No shame in your game right? Wrong. Major amounts of shame.

"Billy Hargrove was saying some shit, just being an asshat. That's all," you spoke dejectedly, deciding not to openly speak about your body, hoping that it would somehow magically shrink the fat from your body so you could look more like your good friend Nancy. He asked you to explain, respectfully of course, not willing to push your limits and test your boundaries for fear of you closing up again. You grew nervous, fearful of him teasing you about your weight as well, clearly not knowing the Munson boy well.

"He.... He was making fun of my body, kicked me out of the pool, and basically called me a pig." your eyes looked anywhere but at Eddie, cheeks on fire with embarrassment and shame. If you had looked at Eddie, you would've seen the way his features twisted in disgust and anger, his once inquisitive and concerned mood turned furious. He was incredulously asking himself how someone could be so cruel to someone as beautiful inside and out as you.

"You're fucking kidding me right?" he snapped, pushing from the table to stand in front of you, his hair flung about wildly as he shook his head from side to side in disbelief, "he can't be serious, can he? That's not right, man. Not cool." he began to pace, arm crossed and face twisted in thought.

"It's okay, not like it's a secret or anything." he stopped abruptly, turning slowly towards you as if you'd just admitted to something criminal. He stalked towards your seated form, almost like a predator would when advancing towards their prey.

"Okay? It's okay?" he stops once his shins smack against the thining wood, palms slapping down onto the pricily top with a slight crack, "Bill Hargrove is an idiotic bully, who can't see how truly beautiful you are. Your body is perfect, flawless even, in its own way."

You began to blush like an imbecile. Throat running dry at his admission. You'd never been called beautiful by a man, let alone one you didn't know. For him to unknowingly sweep you off your feet with a singular compliment, was the definition of criminal. Eddie Munson should be sentenced to prison for the way he was eyeing you hungrily. Your legs crossing subconsciously under his piercing gaze. This only made it worse, his fierce stare fixing on the plush of your thighs, watching the skin push against the tight material of your jean shorts. He licked his lips, walking around the table to sit at your side, straddling the bench, legs moving to cage you in between them.

"Every little thing about your body drives me insane. I don't think you fully comprehend how breathtakingly gorgeous you are." he placed a hand on your knee, eyes not daring to leave your face in case they showed a sign of nonconsent. You were overly consensual, following his lead and twisting to meet his legs with your own, placing your thighs atop his with your cores inches apart. His large hands gripped the undersides of your knees now, massaging them softly with a hint of comfort laced in between his sensual movements.

"You. Are. Beautiful." between each word was a pause, the gap filled with Eddie tucking your hair behind your ears and placing his forehead against yours. One of his hands moved to cup your cheek, loving the way you leaned into his touch, moving his remaining hand further up your leg to rest right below your hip, fingers spreading in a feeble attempt to grasp the entirety of the flesh.

He looked into your eyes one last time, nothing but adoration swimming in them, he used his thumb to trace your bottom lip, watching the flesh fold around his digit as he applied a small amount of pressure against it, "Can I kiss you?" he asked, sending sparks throughout your body. It was as if it was new years eve inside of you, the clock striking 12 and the cells inside you began to happily scream. You nodded quickly, praying that he wasn't messing with you, your heart wouldn't be able to recover.

Eddie wasn't a stranger, he was a handsome face and beautiful soul your eyes followed around the school like a lost puppy. His gorgeous smile is always the highlight of your day. The hilarious insults he'd toss at tables (somehow always avoiding your table, now you knew why) would constantly bring giggles to you. Unbeknownst to you, that was Eddie's favorite part of his day. Watching your head tip back with a giggle pulled solely from a joke of his, reveling in the pride he felt from making you laugh.

The metalhead wasted no time, pressing his lips softly against yours. It wasn't how you'd thought it was going to be. There weren't any fireworks, no butterflies, no nothing. Nothing but the feeling of home. Kissing Eddie Munson felt so right that it felt normal, familiar even.

Ladies and gentlemen..... I've done it again (*insert sick-ass dance move that I fail miserably at performing). Lmk how this was!! also @anon, I hope this is what you had envisioned when asking this. Or, at least I hope it meets your standards and you enjoy it!! It was a lil frisky and super fluffy, but I really enjoyed writing this one!! as always, I hope you enjoyed whores!!! <333333

[bowiebond]

FTM!JONATHAN X FTM!BILLY

T4T BYERGROVE

TW: NONCON / SOMNO / IMPLIED COERCION / DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / FEM LANGUAGE / IMPLIED STALKING / CREEP JONATHAN / MINOR SCENT KINK / IMPLIED ALCOHOLISM

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Jonathan’s never been normal. In anything really. He’s always been a freak.

Which is probably why he’s in Billy Hargrove’s room, looming over him.

It had been an accident, really, finding out.

He had watched him get undressed one evening, through his window, and awed as the blond spread his legs and played with a clit instead of a cock, flushing all the way down his chest. So muscular you wouldn’t notice the softest give to them.

Jonathan was jealous at first. He passed so well without sacrificing his comfort. Jonathan wore layers upon layers to pass, did jaw exercises in the mirror every morning, lowered his voice until it hurt and some days it just disappeared. Thankfully, he didn’t have to talk to a lot of people. Nobody wanted to talk to the Creep Byers.

He had never been popular enough for people to remember Joyce Byers had a daughter once instead of a son, and those who did and tried to talk, had been beat half to death by him.

His jealousy soon left as he watched Billy play with himself, lips parted and glistening between his thighs, rosy red and tan lines in the creases of his thighs.

Instead he was filled with desire. The sticky kind that usually left him feeling gross, unpleasant, but now he was burning with it. He had never wanted to touch someone so badly before. Not even himself.

Now he was in Billy’s room, crawling into his bed, the boy far off in dream land and only wearing his briefs and tank top on the hot night. His skin is slick with a layer of sweat and Jonathan drags his tongue along the skin of his collarbone. He has to bite back a moan, heat pooling molten into his groin.

He slowly slipped the briefs down Billy’s legs, admiring his leg hair and sturdy thighs. He’s put so much work into his appearance, and the evidence of it makes him want to photograph him, like he was trying to preserve the memory of a Greek statue that was sure to fall apart in the coming years.

Billy is gorgeous. His cunt is dark pink like his lips, but Jonathan knows how red it gets when played with. How it swells and leaks around Billy’s fingers.

Jonathan’s mouth is watering as he crawls between Billy’s legs and drags his tongue over his sex, breathing in the musk clinging to the trimmed dirty blond curls like a drowning man seeking air. It does the opposite, every breath dragging him further into the dark ocean until his lungs give out, until his brain shuts off and he’s lapping at the pretty cunt like a mutt.

Billy doesn’t stir, but he does shift, the softest noise escaping his parted lips, and he looks like an angel with his golden halo of curls and long lashes; fearsome and beautiful.

Jonathan suckled at the throbbing bud, eyes slipping shut as he dragged his tongue down between his folds to taste him properly. He’s slick, hot and thick on his tongue as he drinks it from the source, moaning lowly in the silence room. Billy’s legs are twitching beside his head and he pulls back to slip a finger inside, to feel how soft and loose he is from his arousal.

Billy wouldn’t accept Jonathan if he was awake, but his body was honest in his rest. It desires to be touched, to be loved and fucked like it deserves.

Jonathan’s own underwear is sticky and damp, near disgustingly so with the wetness seeps into the seam of his trousers. He’s been waiting for hours for Billy to doze off into his deepest hour of rest, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to his body, the ways he’d treat it right. Better than any man or woman could; because they wouldn’t understand, not like Jonathan would. Billy was brought to this shitty hick town by fate, just for him.

Someone who would understand.

He slipped another finger inside, face so hot it felt like it would create a heat induced mirage all on its own. Billy was leaking down his ass, staining the sheet, Jonathan’s fingers, and he couldn’t take it any longer.

He pulled his fingers out, doused in Billy’s arousal, and shoved it down his own pants to touch, to rub at the aching spot between his legs as he buried his face in his cunt. He licked hot, heavy stripes over his pussy, trying to collect every streak onto his tongue. He felt ravenous as he fucked his tongue into his hole, slurping lewdly and circling his clit with the tip of his tongue every few licks, watching with wonder as Billy’s stomach flexed, a pinch growing between the blonds brows.

He couldn’t stop now. Not when Billy was throbbing against his tongue, making the sweetest sounds in his sleep and Jonathan was drunk on the heady scent of his cunt.

He was so close it hurt, grinding, rutting into his hand, slipping his fingers between his own sopping folds. He was beyond aroused at the idea of any part of Billy being inside him. Mingling their fluids together, shoving them deep into his hot hole, was better than any daydream Jonathan could conjure up. They were one now, inside Jonathan.

Billy’s thighs shook, his chest falling and rising faster and faster as Jonathan sucked at his hard clit. He pinched his own between his fingers, rubbing and rubbing, stomach burning and tension growing with every flick of his tongue to Billy’s clit.

He groaned into his cunt as he got closer, closer, reaching that final obstacle, the painful tightening before it would exploded with pleasure—

Billy came. He felt it around his tongue, the clench, the shake, the rush of something hot and wet against his mouth. So intense in its release it almost went up his nose, pulling back with a gasp, licking his lips as his own orgasm slammed into him like a train, sprits of something hot filling his underwear, staining through his pants. It wasn’t nearly as messy as Billy’s own, a large wet patch beneath the trembling boy.

Billy was blearily opening his eyes now, sluggish and sweaty, and Jonathan pulled his hand from his pants, crawling up to cover his eyes.

“Wha…?”

He was still spread out, open, willing, and Jonathan couldn’t help slipping his fingers back into that molten heat, tighter now, flexing around the intrusion. Pushing his own clear cum into Billy’s silky cunt. His face was still dripping with Billy’s orgasm, his squirt, his own legs shaking from the force of his.

“Don’t…” He slurred. He was still fuzzy from the multiple cans strewn upon his room, the bottle of whiskey on his bedside table. He always drank copiously on Friday nights. It’s why Jonathan chose tonight.

“I won’t hurt you.” He dug his fingers in deeper and Billy’s lips parted in a soft moan. “I just want to make you feel good, Billy.”

“How’d you…” Know his name? Get inside? Make him cum so hard he squirted all over a strangers face and could barely feel his legs?

He shushed him quietly, pumping his fingers. Watching the way Billy’s body responded to the stimulation.

“Let me love you like no one else could.”

Because no one would understand like he did. He wouldn’t let anyone else learn to.

No one could have Billy.

No one but him.

[hartigays]

“I’m in love with you." "Shut up and kiss me."

1. “I’m in love with you.”

4. “Shut up and kiss me.”

steve comes in from the cold with a shiver, knocking his boots against the doorframe to shake loose any remaining snow.

there’s a thin trickle of snot dribbling from steve’s nose, and he wipes it off with a gloved hand, sniffling. he doesn’t have to look in the mirror to know that his nose is red and chapped after the hours he’d spent outside clearing the traps.

“we get anything good?” hopper asks. he’s squatting by the fireplace, tossing some logs and sticks into the flames.

steve brandishes the belt of rabbits and squirrels he’d collected, smiling. “we did pretty good, all things considered.”

joyce is the first to jump up, examining their kill with a gleeful smile. it’s been a few weeks since they’ve gotten this much in the traps, and they’re in dire need of protein. steve wants to strip a rabbit clean and roast it over the fire to feed el right then and there, her sunken-in eyes concerning him more than anything.

“good thing, too,” joyce says, sighing happily. “we need it. help me in the kitchen, will ya, hop?”

the two disappear into the kitchen, and steve makes his way into the living room, crouching down by the fire to warm his hands. the kids are gathered around under an assortment of blankets; el is curled into max’s side, and will his mimicking their position with mike. dustin and lucas are huddling for warmth as well, curled up under the same flannel blanket.

“we eat tonight?” el asks, fixing steve with inquisitive eyes.

steve nods, leaning over to ruffle her hair. “sure are, kid.”

it’s been over a year since the world went to shit, every corner of the earth crawling with the living dead. they still aren’t sure how it happened, but they’ve managed to adapt as best as they can as a group, under the circumstances.

steve has been thankful since day one that he’d been with the party when this shit went down, rather than home alone in his big, empty house.

joyce and hopper had been holding a family dinner when the world basically ended, so steve had been in the company of them, all the kids, nancy, and jonathan when the first of the flesh-eaters staggered its way onto the porch. el had taken care of it quickly, but it was the first of many.

after that, they’d stayed at the byers house for as long as they could, but it’d been a matter of time before they’d needed to go on the move in search of food. along the way they’d come across robin and heather, trapped in robin’s house with the rotting corpses of her parents.

it hadn’t been more than a few days after picking them up, everyone parked in their cars in a vacant lot trying to ride things out, that a herd had passed through. the group had fought with all their might, but they’d been hopelessly outnumbered.

that is, until one crazy motherfucker with enough firepower to rival a small army came blazing through, blowing the head off of anything that had once been dead and since came back to life.

and that motherfucker had been none other than billy hargrove.

billy had survived the first wave of flesh-eaters by letting them overrun his house, using neil as bait. steve hadn’t asked too many questions about why billy had been so comfortable using his father as a tasty snack for the living dead; he’d met neil once or twice, he didn’t need to ask.

and one good thing about neil was his tendency to stockpile weapons. which, in any other situation, might not look so good. but in these times, it was nothing short of a blessing.

an unfortunate casualty of billy’s neil-turned-zombie-snack plan had been susan. according to billy, he’d tried his hardest to get her to leave with him and max, but she’d refused to leave neil’s side. even after neil turned into a flesh-eating monster, trying to rip her head off, susan had declined to leave her home.

it was only a matter of time before she became dinner for a pea-brained flesh-eater. billy had to pull max away as she kicked and screamed, initially not wanting to accept her mother’s fate. but it was too late - the moment susan had gotten a chunk ripped out of her neck by the thing that had once been her husband, max stopped fighting.

it’d only been a few days later that they’d swung in and saved the party’s collective ass, staving off the now near-inevitable fate of every living creature on this planet. that fate being the inevitability of being torn apart by flesh-eating monsters, only to be reanimated as flesh-hungry monsters themselves.

now, the group is holed up in a dilapidated home that had once been a bed and breakfast of sorts, just trying to ride this shit out without losing their heads. and they haven’t lost anyone yet, by some miraculous stroke of luck.

that isn’t to say that they don’t worry every day that each hour might be their last. but they’re thankful for the small things.

steve acknowledges this now, as he appraises the group of kids before him. although they’re more like teenagers now, having grown up far too fast during all of the chaos.

el opens up the blanket she’s sharing with max, gesturing for steve to come get warm. he accepts her invitation gratefully, curling up under the blanket as another shiver runs through him.

“cold,” el says, her eyes meeting steve’s. she has a hand covering his icy fingers, her brows furrowed in concern. “too cold.”

“don’t worry, kid. i’ll warm him up.”

the voice comes from the hallway, and a moment later billy appears at the threshold, leaning against the doorframe with a toothy smile.

steve can’t help but roll his eyes, even though his stomach does a little flip-flop. el’s eyes flit between them, her brows coming even closer together in confusion.

“ugh,” nancy groans from the kitchen. steve sees her shoot billy a disapproving look. “keep it in the bedroom, hargrove. there are kids here.”

“hey, we’re like, old now. we know what sex is!” dustin protests.

steve chokes on his own spit, his cheeks heating up. “we are not having sex! i don’t even - that’s not even - i can’t believe - that’s just - it’s just. it’s wrong - we don’t even -”

billy gives steve a look, his brows raised, and it effectively cuts off steve’s rambling protests. because, okay, it’s not like billy is wrong, per se. steve has seen billy’s dick more than his own in recent weeks. but really, can anyone blame him? like, it’s the end of the world, for fucks’ sake. it’s not like he has many options to choose from.

and it doesn’t help that billy is, like, disgustingly hot, even after having not showered in months.

maybe steve is just weak. or maybe he’d thought about riding billy into the sunset more often than not before the world decided to go and practically spin off its axis. either way, he doesn’t hold himself solely responsible for having fallen into bed with billy the moment billy had used a cheap pickup line when steve had taken a few too many sips of toilet wine, and had stayed there ever since.

steve heaves himself up off the floor, scuffling over to billy to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. “quit it. they don’t need the details.”

“but i like the details,” billy protests, though it’s more to be annoying than to actually argue.

billy tugs steve in by the lapels of his coat, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. steve can’t help but smile into the kiss, his heart doing little somersaults in his chest.

“you did good with the traps,” steve tells him, bumping their noses together. “got enough to last us ‘bout a week.”

“told you they’d work,” billy says, sticking his tongue out. “and you said i was too much of a city boy. better pay up, princess.”

steve rolls his eyes, despite the fact that he’s pulling billy in closer. “i stand corrected. happy now?”

“ecstatic.”

billy leans in for another kiss, but steve steps back with a cheeky smile, backing into the kitchen despite billy’s disbelieving look.

steve helps joyce and hopper strip and clean their kill, stringing up most of it above the fire to form jerky in the smoke. the rest they cook up for their evening meal, finally having enough food for everyone to go to bed with a full stomach.

later, after a long evening spent laughing and eating around the fire, the group turns in for bed, sated and full. steve offers to take on cleanup duty for the evening, so he’s the last to make his way to his room, trudging up the stairs with an armful of blankets.

billy is already laying in bed, lounging in nothing but sweatpants, cocooned in their comforter. they’d originally shared a room with nancy and jonathan, but the two had switched to bunk with robin and heather once they realized billy didn’t care whether or not they were present when he wanted to get laid.

it’s not like steve really cared either - billy is tight and warm and all the things steve wants to bury himself into after a long day of trying to survive. and it can’t be said that billy isn’t a giver either - he has a dick and he knows how to use it. steve can attest to that fact. he’s experienced far too many days of not being able to walk straight to say anything less.

and billy’s appetites aren’t anything steve can complain about, because they now have a room to themselves. which is nice for reasons other than being able to pound each other into their mattress. they can stay up late whispering to each other, talking about the future and their dreams and how they feel.

turns out billy isn’t just busting it open for steve’s monster dick. he’s after steve’s heart, too, and steve is more than happy to give it to him. despite billy being an absolute tool in high school, he’s turned out to be a soft-hearted romantic in the midst of the apocalypse.

“you’ve gotta stop alluding to our sex life in front of the kids,” steve says as he crawls into bed, having changed into a warm set of flannel pajamas that he’d grabbed from a wal-mart on one of their many food runs.

billy just looks at him, his blue eyes big and innocent. “but how else will everyone know you’re mine?”

steve snorts, snacking billy’s bare shoulder. “i think you’ve made that abundantly clear. seriously, hop is gonna force us to sit down with him and have ‘the talk’ if you don’t cut it out.”

“sounds sexy,” billy says with a wink, and steve can’t help his cackle. “‘sides, they said it themselves. they’re not kids anymore.”

“it’s still weird,” steve groans. “and you act like they don’t hear us railing each other nine times out of ten. the walls here are like paper.”

“railing each other, huh? i don’t believe you. i think we need to test that out to see if that’s actually what we do.”

steve shoves billy with a groan that’s half a laugh. “oh my god, you’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“only for you, sweetheart,” billy tells him, tongue poking out between his teeth.

“shut up and kiss me, asshole.”

billy normally would challenge steve given the insult, but not tonight. instead, he rolls over, tugging steve in and sealing their lips together with a contented sigh. steve isn’t sure if it’s because he’d been gone for hours clearing the traps, or if billy is just in a cuddly mood, but steve certainly isn’t complaining. he just kisses billy until both of their lips are swollen and bruised.

it’s when they break apart that billy fixes steve with a wide-eyed stare, his chest heaving a little. “i’m in love with you.”

steve’s heart feels like it stops in chest, and his mouth pops open in surprise. “wait, seriously?”

it’s not what steve means to say, but it’s not innaccurate. he is in disbelief, just a little. billy looks kind of self-conscious, his eyes drifting up towards the ceiling. he rolls onto his back, putting some distance between them.

steve reaches out and catches billy’s hand, threading their fingers together. “hey, i didn’t - that’s not what i meant. i mean, i love you too. i thought that was obvious.”

billy’s head snaps over to look at him, his eyes narrowed. “yeah? you’re not just saying that ‘cause i’m the only hot piece of ass left within a fifty-mile radius?”

“you were the only hot piece of ass within a fifty-mile radius before the world ended,” steve mutters, his thumb rubbing across the softness of billy’s skin. “i mean, seriously. i didn’t need the dead to rise up for me to know that.”

“oh,” billy says, and steve can see him chewing on the inside of his cheek. “thought you were only in it ‘cause you didn’t have any options left. y’know, nancy having ditched you for stalker boy and robin liking pussy and all.”

steve shoots billy a disbelieving look, snorting softly. “billy, you literally had me getting hard for you in the showers after basketball practice. doesn’t bother me than you’re not a girl, if that’s what you’re worried about. i fucked tommy when i was fourteen.”

billy chokes out a surprised laugh, and it echoes around the room. “you’re fuckin’ kidding me.”

“nope.”

“well, shit. thought you were straight as an arrow before all this,” billy says thoughtfully. “would’ve paid to see you fuck hagan. bet he cries when he cums.”

“nah, he giggles. which is somehow weirder,” steve laughs. “wonder if he’s dead.”

“dunno, saw him with perkins at the school when everyone was gathering there for that refugee camp they kept talking about. got overrun, last i heard,” billy says with a shrug. “maybe he made it out.”

“i hope so,” steve hums, then shrugs when billy gives him a pointed look. “he was my best friend once upon a time, you know. just ‘cause you’re jealous doesn’t mean i hope he’s dead.”

“yeah, yeah,” billy snorts, rolling his eyes. “can we fuck now? i need to get the image of you pounding hagan out of my mind.”

“why, that get you worked up?” steve teases, poking at billy’s cheek with his index finger.

billy just catches steve’s wrists in his hands and rolls him onto his back, straddling his hips and pinning him to the mattress. steve can’t help but giggle when billy leans down to kiss him, tangling his fingers in his curls when billy releases his wrists.

the world is a bleak place these days, but steve has carved out his own slice of happiness despite it. smiling into billy’s kisses, the warm weight of billy on top of him, grounding him, steve knows he’ll do whatever it takes to defend his little piece of paradise.

and maybe it’s not what steve envisioned for himself back when he was an idealistic teenager. but he’s not going to argue it. it’s not like they have much left to find joy in, after all.

steve will take whatever piece of it that he can get.

send me super sappy prompts!

[ihateitheredude]

ok so maybe one person puts baby in a corner...

pairing: billy hargrove x hopper!reader

description: y/n is desperate to lose her virginity but just when the moment might happen her dad walks in and well that’s pretty awkward

tw: sexual content and implied child abuse

requested by: @springsoulofengland

request: Hi! Do you interested in a request about Billy Hargrove x reader who is Hopper's daugther and he caught them kissing undressing one another :D and billy messing with Hopper but kinda fear him at the same time? :D a good 80s bad boy if you'd like to write this.

notes: i’m so sorry this took forever but here it is!! and also this is hopefully good but let me know!!

the police chiefs daughter with resident bad boy billy hargrove. a mistake made by the gods? maybe. but they just call it a match made in heaven. the pair are rarely apart and the whole town has speculations about the twos relationship. although a lot of people believe billy’s only with y/n for her looks, that’s just simply incorrect. they haven’t even really done anything besides make out, but boy y/n sure wants that to change.

it wasn’t that billy didn’t want to that wasn’t it at all. in fact that was the exact opposite of why. he just didn’t want to screw this up with not waiting long enough. he loved this girl and we’ll he’d never felt that before. all those other girls were nothing but quick fucks to him, but the chiefs daughter was something else. she was special because she saw him as more than just a bad boy. she saw him as billy.

y/n called billy on Wednesday and told him to meet her at the family video on friday at 3:30 so they could pick out a movie to watch and well, so billy could see his best friend steve (surprising she knows).

little did billy know that y/n had a plan..a plan to end all plans. she was going to pick a movie that would get them both a little hot and bothered so maybe just maybe she could finally get some bad boy billy action.

when friday finally rolled around y/n was excited. this plan would work and she knew it. but in the pit of her stomach there was something else. a nervousness of sorts...that something would go wrong. but she was sure that was just first time jitters so she pushed it aside and started getting ready.

the clock had just hit 3:28 when she pulled into the family video. she decided to go in and say hi to Robin real quick before billy showed up. 3:31 and she could hear the loud roar of the camaro down the street. as it pulled up people stopped to look like he hadn’t lived there for almost two years. he hops out of the car and walks into the store. with the ring of the bell on top of the door robin sing songs “oh y/n your jack ass has arrived” y/n quickly turns around to be accosted by the intoxicating smell of billy. a mix of cigarettes, expensive cologne, and laundry soap. he smiles when he sees her breath deeply “hiya pretty girl” he whispers as she open her eyes to look at him “ hi there handsome” she respond with a grin.

he pulls her into a hug staying like that until you hear a gagging noise coming from behind billy. he turns ready to punch some throats before he realizes it’s just steve being an ass “oh well if it isn’t king steve the most royal pain in my ass” he grins bringing the boy into a choke hold to ruffle his hair “the hair the hair hargrove we’ve been over this” he laughs “so what’s the disgustingly in love couple doing at my humble family video? oh let me guess star wars?” y/n shakes her head “back to the future?” another shake of the head and now billy’s interested too “then what sugar?” bill asks. she smiles a devilish smile and fake thinks for a second “hmm i was thinking Dirty Dancing?” steve shakes his head “well what have we here? little miss innocent whatchin’ dirty dancing? my god billy i think you’ve broke her!!” they all laugh before steve leads them to the movie grabbing it and checking them out. as she got out to the parking lot billy looks at her and asks “really dirty dancing? any particular reason??” y/n giggles and says “nope” skipping off to the truck as he walks towards the camaro.

y/n arrived back at the cabin right as hopper was leaving for joyce’s house. with a small interaction of “i love you be safe” and “you too” he was gone and she was alone to prepare everything. she grabbed as many blankets and pillows as she could find and made a pallet in the floor. as soon as the last blanket was out down y/n heard footsteps on the porch signaling that billy was there.

billy walks through the door seeing y/n sitting in the floor on her pallet preparing the VCR for their movie night. he walks over towards the girl and pats her head asking “want me to make popcorn darlin’?” she shakes her head yes trying t concentrate as he goes to make popcorn and grab a couple of beers.

about ten minutes later they’re both sitting on the floor with the movie starting. y/n is sitting with billy against the couch her head in his chest her heart in her stomach as she starts to initiate her plan.

the plan is to start small. she starts with fleeting touches. she starts by putting her hand on his inner thigh and rubbing. he looks down at her then back to the screen. y/n takes this as a good start. moving her hand she rests it right beside where his dick lays. this grabs a little more attention as she starts to rub. he looks at her asking “whatcha doin’ sweet pea” she shakes her head as she reaches up to grab his chin bringing him down to her level to press her lips to his. billy immediately melts into it bringing his hands up to her chin holding her there. she runs her hands up and into his hair pulling slightly causing him to gasp into her mouth. she takes this moment to stick her tongue into his mouth while he reaches down groping her tits through her shirt. y/n starts to feel a bit more needy as she grinds down on his thigh. he chuckles “baby baby calm down” this causes her to stop and look shyly up at him “but i don’t want to. i want to do this i’m ready billy” she whispers. this causes a small smile to slip onto his face. just to make sure he asks “you’re absolutely sure sweetheart?” y/n nods and goes in for another kiss trying feebly to pull billy’s shirt over his head as she feels herself get more and more needy. he helps her out ridding himself if his shirt the movie completely forgotten at this point. he starts working on unbuttoning her shirt having it already completely unnoticed and halfway off when the door opens revealing a very shocked hopper.

“oh my god...what the hell is happening here?” both kids stop dead in their tracks taking half a second to think before scurrying to put their clothes back on. billy’s the first to answer “oh y’know just watching a movie. what about you hop?” an uneasy smirk settling on his face. hopper huffs and grits out “well i was having a nice night until i walk into my home to find my daughter and her boyfriend borderline fucking on the living room floor” billy’s smirk falters for just a second before y/n cuts in “dad we weren’t fucking-“ hopper cuts her off “you may not have been just then but i guarantee that’s where it was going.” neither of them could deny that so they just sit there. about a minute goes by before billy breaks the silence “so hop what’s the punishment a stern talking too, a grounding, or what?” hop shakes his head “y’know kid you’re real lucky you’ve made her happy otherwise your ass would be grass right now, but i will be making some ground rules.” y/n finally speaks up when she asks “what kind of ground rules?” “ground rules like no screwing in my house first off” y/n grimaces at the fact that her dad just said that. it’s another minute before billy pipes up. “yaknow hop it’s just a natural part of life and life’s too short not to enjoy the...finer things in life.” he says while smirking over at y/n. hop huffs and grits out “listen here kid i don’t want to have to hurt you but i will if you keep on” billy stops smirking at this a chill going down his spine as he thinks of Neil. realization immediately crosses hoppers face. “look i know y’all are responsible almost adults but i’m not trying to listen to that stuff from my daughter. this causes the two kids to bust out laughing with an “ok ok” and in unison they both say “we’ll do it at my apartment” “we won’t do it here” a sigh comes from hopper accompanied with “just use some damn protection will ya?. i can’t afford to be a grandpa” with this he walks away and leaves the kids to blush from what just happened. “so uhh i guess i won’t be losing anything tonight?” billy smiles and says “you still want to?” y/n shakes her head and replies “not tonight i’m tired and embarrassed” after the words finish falling from her mouth a yawn comes. billy grabs her and pulls her close whispering “go to sleep darling we’ll try another day”

it was two weeks later when they finally got another chance to be alone...without hopper busting in. it started as soon as they walked into billy’s apartment. they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. as the door closed y/n had billy pushed against the door, hands on his chest, and lips on his. the pure taste of him, a taste she’s tasted a million times but now is just different, making her practically melt. as things start to get more heated billy takes his hands and begins to unbutton y/n’s shirt. when it’s completely undone he slowly pulls it off of her while walking them back to the bedroom. in the bedroom he pushes her down with a soft “i love you baby” y/n smiles and responds “i love you more than you’ll ever know” they spend the rest of the night making love to each other. after it’s all said and done y/n has never been happier. she’s with the love of her life.

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[peterthepark]

first time ( wink wink ) with billy headcanon??

heavily inspired by my king bruno mars’ song called our first time lmao ;) enjoy baby

Our First Time

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: SMUT

your first time with billy was completely unexpected

you guys were planning on waiting for the perfect time but you both often have moments of unpredictability

he’s hanging out at your pool

because you have a family party and you wanted them to meet your handsome boyfriend

your aunts and cousins are gushing over him

he’s being so sweet and such a gentleman with everyone

he’s hanging out with the guys and playing around with the little kids

but you are at a pool party

you’re wearing this nice bathing suit, perfectly showing off all of your assets

in a modest, classy way of course

because family party

yet billy is still drooling over you cause you look nothing but divine

he isn’t afraid to let you know how you make him feel

he’ll brush up against you subtly if he’s trying to pass by you

or he’ll put his hand a little lower than usual

or he’ll brush his lips against your neck and cheek

and honestly

it’s getting you so horny

because you can’t help but look at him either

his tan, toned chest and his big arms

and you definitely don’t forget the bulge in his shorts

it’s all making you think shit that you shouldn’t be thinking about at a FAMILY party

billy gives you this lustful look from his spot in the hot tub

and you tease him by leaving your place at the pool, heading into the upstairs bathroom by your bedroom

taking the hint, billy follows

you’re washing your hands when the door opens

“hey-“

and billy crashes his lips against yours, cradling your jaw and trapping you against the countertop of the sink

you both are literally dripping wet

his damp, curly hair is sticking to your skin and suddenly he’s hoisting you up so that your back is against the cabinet and your ass is on the counter

it’s a small bathroom too

billy’s hands are everywhere

in your tangled hair

cupping your ass and your breasts

pulling down the straps of your swimsuit

“god, look at you. lookin’ so good for me. shit, Y/N. you’re beautiful.”

he’s so hard

and you know that it’s going to happen

then you’re on your knees

giving him a blowjob

there’s puddles of water everywhere and honestly someone might slip and die but you guys REALLY don’t give a shit

you’re gagging and spitting

it’s messy and so disgustingly hot

“look at you, angel. so dirty, so good for me. fuck yeah.”

billy makes sure to please you as well

he’s fingering you and then eating you out as your legs hang over his shoulders

“you like that, Y/N? you gonna cum on my fingers already? who makes you this wet?”

and the sounds

you’re really glad that there’s music playing in the backyard

because you both are moaning messes

he makes sure to kiss you softly and sincerely though

he wants this to be as memorable as possible

but he also wants to make you unable to walk for the next week

before you know it, he’s pushing himself into you

he’s really big and thick but he comforts you with blossoming hickies and sweet nothings

“baby, i got you. i won’t hurt you. just tell me to stop and i will.”

he’s looking deeply into your eyes as his fingers trace your lips

then he holds you as close as possible to his chest

and you both laugh loudly when he almost slips

because again

it’s wet everywhere

anyways

he’s bucking his hips into you, rubbing and spitting all over your clit

it’s usually what you wouldn’t expect for a couple’s first time together

but you and billy liked it like that

different

fun

spontaneous

billy then starts to get harder with his thrusts

he’s moaning into your shoulder and he’s dragging his lips across your collarbones

then puts a hand ever so gently around your neck

and his hands are so big so they literally swallow you

“fuck, look at you. being fucked so good. with people outside. holy - my, god. you’re killing me, Y/N.”

billy was never a vocal guy

but you unleashed a whole new side of him

“im gonna cum, b. fuck, i love you.”

and you’re pressing your forehead against his, looking down at the way he pumps in and out of you

and he’s cumming once you clench and orgasm around his cock

he pulls out and cums all over your breasts and stomach

he can’t help but smirk at the grin on your face

so he reels you back into his arms and kisses you really hard

“i love you, Y/N. god, i really love you.”

“i love you, too, billy.”

and he’s giving you kisses as aftercare

he would’ve done other things but he knew it would be a little suspicious with how long you guys have been missing

so you hurriedly put on your swimsuits and shorts

you’re out of the bathroom like nothing happened

thank god nobody has said anything once you and billy are outside

and suddenly your cousin is approaching you and you think of it as nothing

“jesus, Y/N, what is on your neck?!”

FUCK

billy winks at you from across the yard

he raises his glass of beer at you

and that’s when you realize that he also has this giant ass hickey on his shoulder once he turns around

billy makes it up to you after the party

but this time

in your bedroom ;)

[thehargrovewhore]

shut me up | billy hargrove [18+, NSFW]

summary;

the classic enemies turned lovers cliche! in which; billy and his next door neighbor have never gotten along, but one night changes everything.

warnings;

swearing. smut. dirty talk. soft billy [if you squint]. this story is NSFW as fuck ladies and gentlemen👌🏻

authors note;

forbidden fruit part two is coming very soon! but for now, please enjoy this beaut.

―

he was such an asshole. he was conceited, he was cocky, he was unnecessarily loud and he was always looking for a fight. billy hargrove was a nightmare, if you ask her. she knew from the moment she saw him that he was trouble.

billy played his music extra loud to piss her off, revved his camaro when she walked by and thrived off of cat-calling her in the hallways simply to get under her skin and make her squirm under his heavy gaze.

since the arrival of billy hargrove; her life has been hellish and the prick knew it. he went out of his way to make the most immature comments he could think of; every single time she walked past him in school. and, to make matters worse, he was her next door neighbor.

he would smirk at her smugly from his window when his classic rock music would interrupt her studying or stand on his porch to poke fun at her, when she was tending to her mom's rose garden in the front yard. overall - she did not care much for the brooding california native.

but was he beautiful? unrealistically. billy has those ocean blue eyes that made her weak in the knees, a pearly white smile, dirty blonde hair and a shredded body. he wouldn't be so bad at all, if his personality wasn't complete shit.

he was everything she was not. she was passive, shy and overly commited to her schoolwork. which of course had made her the prime target for billy and his friends. she's a bore, as most people say, who never let's loose. but, what people don't know about her, won't hurt them.

she wasn't innocent. she smokes like a chimney & swears like a sailor. she has been hooking up with an out-of-town guy for the last four months, and chooses to allow people their perceptions on her. what they thought was shy; was simply her having absolutely nothing to say.

but, if billy hargrove or his buddies, knew anything about these topics she would be done for. which is why she has kept her mouth shut, and tried to mind her business. but, as if he were a dark cloud hanging over her head, it was a fact that billy would fuck with her no matter what.

like right now, for example. she is walking down the halls, trying to beat the rush-hour of restless teenagers, and he is hot on her tail with that fucking smirk on his face. there was certain times that she wanted to slap it clean off.

she hated him sometimes. but, then again, she just could not hate him completely - she was in close range to billys home and could often hear what his father was doing. his life was terrible when you peeled back the layers.

"you know it's almost summer, babe. i don't see why you insist on dressing like a nun." he spoke, with a gruff laugh that rumbled in his chest and made her heart beat faster.

she looked down at her light pink sweater and blue jeans, before raising a single hand and giving him the finger. she was never one to show what she was packing, even when the weather got disgustingly warm outside.

"don't call me babe, asshole. why does it even matter how i dress? leave me alone." she huffed, pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear and heading over to her locker with haste. she was supposed to be meeting her lover and was not keen on being late to an hour or two of satisfaction.

"normally, i would be happy too doll. but since your mom asked susan if i can bring you home today, i might as well have a little bit of fun while i'm at it." billy grinned. she's in no mood for his irritating bullshit right now, however.

she scoffed, pushing her books into her locker before she slammed it shut again. her mother was clueless when the matters came down to billy. she didn't see past the whole charming persona that he put on around all women.

"i don't need a ride home. my friend is already waiting for me outside. hate to burst your bubble, pretty boy. now if you'll excuse me, i'm going to be late." she scowled.

billy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion; and he raised one muscular arm up to block her in. "you don't have friends. i know for a damn fact that you're always alone. who is it?"

his brashness made her angry. who the hell is he, to make her answer that question? like it's any of his business. she rolled her eyes obnoxiously, putting one hand on her hip.

"it's not any of your business, hargrove. sorry that i refuse to surround myself with mindless idiots. please get out of my way now, your whores are waiting for you." she spoke, gesturing behind him to heather and tina.

when billy turned his head to smirk at the girls, y/n took a chance and sneakily slipped under his burly arm. "damnit! this conversation isn't over babe!" billy yelled loudly while she made a bee-line for the school's front doors.

"that is a funny concept, because i'm walking away." she sneered, before turning on her heel and going outside to eric's awaiting car.

a very angry and sexually frustrated billy was left behind, standing in the hallway with his fists clenched tightly.

he just had to find out what his little spitfire was doing, as it was obvious that she is hiding something, and has been hiding something for quite some time now.

―

two hours later after being fucked in the backseat of her lovers car, she was now adjusting her sweater and fixing up her messy hair in the rearview mirror. with a cigarette in one hand and her notebook in the other; she gave the breathless boy next to her one final kiss.

eric was good fun. he was not the best, but he got the job done with enthusiasm as far as she's concerned.

"call me again soon, i had fun." she purred, getting out of his car and shutting the door gently. her parent's weren't home, which meant she was free to smoke in peace. she placed the cigarette between her lips, and walked up the front steps with wobbling legs.

as if clockwork billy had pulled into his usual parking spot while she was fumbling in her bag for the house keys. and her heart stopped within' her chest; when his eyes landed on her.

she still had the cigarette between her lips.

billy got out of his camaro with a wide smile, standing to the side of it and taking a drag off of his own cigarette. it was obvious that he was upset about something.

maybe one of his many dates wouldn't fuck him.

"am i dreaming or is that you, babe?" billy smirked. but it's not his usual smirk, which was condescending and cocky.

this one is dark and mischievous. she wondered what this nuisance has up his sleeve now.

"you're very observant, hargrove." she spat angrily. it was a quick response that was full of underlying irritation.

"looks like there is a lot of things i didn't know about you, princess. but you don't kiss and tell." he inquired smugly.

"oh, go fuck yourself." she snapped, getting her key into the lock and turning it once. she took one last puff, billy knew she smoked now, so no point in trying to mask it.

she dropped the cigarette on the ground, mumbling to herself about how arrogant he is before - and prepared herself for the brewing rumors to begin swirling. he will definitely let tommy and carol know about this.

this is the last thing she wanted tonight.

when she turned around to flip him off one last time, billy was already directly in front of her. she gasped -- backing up quickly and almost falling into the opened doorframe.

billy's thick arm shot out to wrap around her waist before pulling her flush against his chest. with one hand, he then moved a piece of hair away from her face lovingly making goosebumps arise on her skin.

she has never been so close to him before. she could feel the heat from his chest and was tempted to touch him. it was like seeing him in a new light; and she was cursing at herself internally for these newfound emotions.

"what are you doing? let me go." she bluffed, trying to pull back from his grip but he was not budging at all. his eyes; they were so damn dark compared to their usual blue hue resembling the pacific ocean.

"i saw you fucking him in his car. i don't like it." billy spoke lowly, backing her up into her house and closing the front door with his foot. she should of hit him, right in that self- assured face of his, then forced him to leave.

but, she just could not ignore the returning ache between her legs.

"why were you watching me?" she spat, crossing both of her arms over her chest with purpose. billy chuckled and shook his head at her state of oblivion. "you're supposed to be the smart one here, princess. i have wanted you for months now. do you have any clue what it's like to watch you fucking that asshole?" he snapped, closing in on her.

she was backed against the wall of her kitchen, and could barely see straight through her lust-filled haze. "you say it like that was such an obvious fact, billy. you've been such an asshole to me since day one. and all of the sudden you want to fuck me?" she quipped lightly, breathing ragged.

he pressed himself against her petite frame before taking her by surprise and lifting her onto the counter with ease.

SMUT.

he leaned forward, taking her lips in a breathtaking kiss. it sent shockwaves straight down to her toes. she has had a fair share of kisses in her life but this one decimated them all from her memory. it was full of fire and beautiful.

"i'm not going to fuck you, baby. i'm going to ruin you. i'm going to make sure that you feel my cock for days. when i am done with you; you are all mine. do you understand?"

she found herself nodding in submission, grinding herself against his clothed cock, absolutely desperate for him. he was making her stomach burn with hunger. she has never been one for being submissive, but with billy; she wanted him to have that control over her.

his hand drew back and sent a punishing slap directly on her clothed pussy; causing her to squeal sharply, and dig her nails into the shoulders of his leather jacket. billy was not happy with non-verbal responses, and she is learning that pretty damn quickly.

when she didn't respond to his command again, he sent a second slap to her pussy, and this time with purpose. and right now, she could quite literally orgasam on the spot. it was like electric shockwaves vibrating her core.

"yes! holy shit! yes, i understand billy." she relented before squirming away from his overwhelming touch. "i'm yours! please just fuck me already." she whined - biting his lip for some added persuasion, which seemed to do the trick.

he lifted her off the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, before walking down the hallway and to her bedroom on the left. she was kissing his neck the entirety of their journey teasingly, and billy was ready to pounce.

knowing they don't have much time; he was not going to waste any time with her. "did the frat boy make you cum? did he make you feel good?" billy taunted while laying her down on her silk sheets and climbing on top of her. she is quick to nod at him playfully, trying to piss him off a little.

eric did make her feel good; but he did not make her cum so it wasn't a complete lie. billy growled again and flipped her onto her tummy. she has never been manhandled this way and she was revelling in his strength.

she quickly lifted her sweater over her head, and groaned when billy's fingers traced up the base of her spine; so he can unclip her white bra and guide the straps down - billy hissed at the sight of her milky white indiana skin.

he pulled her back against his chest - one hand wrapping around her throat while the other unbuttoned her jeans & his hand casusally slipped inside her panties. she writhed against him, pushing her ass into his hard-on greedily.

with two fingers, billy began to rub her clit relentlessly. its unexpected and overwhelming, causing her to cry out. he smirked, his lips nipping at the soft skin of her neck, while the hand around her throat only seemed to tighten.

billy suddenly pushed her back onto her stomach before guiding her jeans down her legs - her panties coming off in the process. she mewled at the feeling of cold air now hitting her damp folds.

she felt his hands spread her cheeks; obviously taking a moment to admire the goods - and she flushed red with embarrassment and pure lust. his hand traced teasingly up her spine once more, before grabbing another hand- full of her hair as another throaty command sounded.

"stick your ass up in the air, nice and pretty for me." while she is already a trembling mess and legs felt like jelly, she did as told and arched her back, pronouncing her ass, for billy's anticipated viewing pleasure.

the two fingers began to travel downwards and tease her entrance lightly, before billy pushed them inside her, until he was knuckle deep and resting against her g-spot. "that is a good pussy right there." he groaned deeply, and she is only turned on further upon hearing his dirty words.

she cried out loudly, hands clawing at her sheets - as the rapid fire began to spread deep within' her belly. her hips, now thrusting back against his rapid moving hand had to be stilled due to her constant squirming. her mewling did not help matters when it came to billy's raging hard-on.

the sounds of his thick fingers plummeting in and out of her with pussy with violently fast strokes could be heard throughout her small room, along with her soft moans & billy's own grunts of approval. she was so close- but she wanted to cum on his cock, not on his fingers.

she knew they had at least 45 more minutes- but did not want to waste anymore time. she knew this would not be their last time seeing each other, so foreplay could wait.

"billy, please! i really need you to fuck me." she whined. he chuckled darkly, but obeyed her wishes nonetheless. with another low growl, billy withdrew his soaked fingers.

he shed his leather jacket off and unbuttoned shirt, while she flipped back around and got his blue jeans down and around his ankles, where he kicked them off with haste.

billy kept his boxer briefs on and simply sliding his cock out through the convenient hole in the front. she took a moment to marvel at his girth, before she was laid onto her back, her head hitting the soft pillows beneath her.

billy climbed in between her legs, his arms bringing y/n's legs up to wrap around his waist securely. he looked into her eyes, searching for consent - as if she didn't give him enough already, and she absolutely melted under him.

she has spent such a long time disliking him, that it didn't cross her mind just how much she really liked him. maybe being his wouldn't be a bad thing. maybe being his would be the greatest blessing in the whole world.

"make me yours, billy." she declared, thrusting her hips up and prodding her soaked entrance against his tip. he then kissed her with all the passion he could muster; before he thrust his hips forward and entering her in one thrust that took the breath from her lungs and made her toes curl.

"you feel fucking amazing, princess." billy hissed, drawing his hips back until only his tip was at her entrance, before slamming back into her and bottoming out again. shes an incoherent mess already; writhing and moaning under his heavy body that fit so perfectly against hers.

billy's hips began to piston against hers, fucking her into the mattress, making her breasts bounce with every one of his relentless thrusts. she was wailing loudly, her nails clawing his shoulders and back painfully; but he loved it.

"oh fuck! oh my god, please don't stop!" she moaned - as his cock began to hit her g-spot with expert precision. he was making good on his earlier promise. billy was ruining her, and she absolutely loved the sting of pain that came along with each rough movement of his hips.

"did the frat boy make you feel this good, baby?" his deep voice taunted once more. billy moved onto his knees, and pressed her knees against her chest; fucking her at a new angle that made her scream for him. she shook her head - unable to form any words besides loud pleas for more.

y/n has never been fucked like this. her eyes drifted shut; cherishing the way he began to slowly rub her clit before swiveling his muscular hips deliciously into her core. "oh! it feels so fucking good billy, please fuck me harder!" she cried out unashamedly. she just could not get enough.

billy obeyed her wishes with a deep groan, before leaning back some more and holding her legs in place against her chest. he snapped his hips into her harder; the sounds of his cock destroying her pussy with wet smacks, could be heard in the bedroom along with her growing screams.

"open your eyes and look at me, pretty girl. i know you are about to cum for me, and i want you to know exactly who you're cumming for." billy declared through heavy pants.

she opened her eyes, maintaining eye contact with him. it made the coil deep within' her stomach begin to tighten.

"such a pretty sight, princess. all fucked out, and ready to cum all over my cock." he growled, rubbing her sore clit in time with his brutal thrusts. billy was so close but wanted to see the girl who used to hate him; falling apart for him.

"oh my god, billy! yes! right there!" she screamed - feeling the coil tighten mercilessly before snapping. she saw little white spots in her vision as her orgasam washed over her.

"fuck! that's right baby, cum for me." billy growled, seeing the sweat begin to stick to her forehead; as her legs were still shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. "this pussy is all mine now, princess. you are all fucking mine."

with that, billy pulled his cock out of the tight confines of her soaking wet pussy, before spilling his load on her little stomach. in that moment, he wanted to snap a picture, to commemorate this lust-filled moment fully.

he got off her bed, searching around the room for a towel so she wouldn't be soaked in his hot release. after cleanin' her up, she expected him to gather his clothes and leave.

but he didn't. instead, billy pulled her covers aside and he slipped into bed with her. she was shocked; but her heart was so overwhelmed with love that she didn't say a word.

billy pulled her into his chest after lighting up a cigarette. normally she would yell at him for smoking in her room & demand that he goes outside, but she could care less.

they laid there silently, his free hand now playing with the smooth locks of her hair. "i know that i'm an asshole. but i can change for you." billy confessed. she looked up at him with wide eyes, realizing that he wanted more than sex.

she shook her head, moving from her comfortable spot & straddling him. with one hand on her thigh, billy gazed up at her through cloudy blue eyes and thick black lashes.

she leaned down, giving him a passionate kiss. one that took the breath from his lungs this time. her gentleness, the way she touched him so lightly like she was afraid to hurt him and the feeling of her soft lips was pure heaven.

after pulling away; she looked down at the blue-eyed boy and genuinely smiled at him for the first time. he was just so beautiful, she could not find a single flaw on his face.

he was an asshole, that much is for sure, but he was hers.

"there isn't anything i would change about you, hargrove."

[stanbillyhargrove]

Billy Hargrove ♥♒☮

Thank you! 💜💜

❤ family headcanon- we know Billy's "real" family sucks but I think Billy would have a small group of friends that become his chosen family. Of course, Max is included, and Steve and Cat. I think he would love Robin and El too cause they're weird and he likes that. The younger boys would be like his nephews, he loves them...to a point, he wouldn't be as good to them as he is to Max and El. Billy would be the one that his family calls on for anything and everything and though he'd groan about it, there's no way he can say no. Whether that's being Max's chaperone to a party to make sure she's safe of fixing Steve's car on the side of the highway, he'd be there.

As for kids, Billy never thought he wanted the domestic life but as everyone gets older he starts to think about it. I don't think he would push to have a baby, he'd fully support just being the cool aunt and uncle if that's what his woman wanted. If Max has a baby before Billy you better believe he will spoil that baby rotten and try his damndest to make sure they never get hurt. When the kid's learning to walk, Billy would always be hovering and Max would have to calmly tell her brother "they're learning, you gotta let them fall down sometimes. They're gunna get bumps but they'll be okay." And Billy would stress, trying to hold himself back as they teetered around the dangerous edges of tables. He'd also be the guy to teach swear words to kids and kill himself laughing when Max phones him yelling cause her baby has been swearing all day or she got a call from the kids school that they were swearing in class.

♒ cooking/food headcanon- okay, so I think Billy can cook but only limited things. Before Susan came along Neil would demand Billy make dinner and he'd pull out some dusty cookbook for things like leftover casseroles and lasagna. Most of the time his cooking would be easy things like spaghetti, hamburgers, mac and cheese.. After Susan, he would only have to make food if her and Neil were going out so then he and Max would have disgustingly unhealthy things like nachos smothered with gooey cheese until you can't see chips anymore or hotdogs covered in canned chili even if there were leftovers in the fridge.

I've also seen someone talk about Billy hoarding after moving out of Neil's house and I WHOLLY support this. He never felt secure about his things so once he's in his own place his food would be off limits unless he bought it specifically for guests. If someone ate something of his or cleaned out his fridge for him while he wasn't home I think he'd lose his mind a bit. "You can't just throw things out!" "You took my last *some sort of treat* I was saving that!" Also, when he moves out he'd take that dusty cookbook with him and try out all sorts of recipes from it. Some would fail horribly and result in ordering pizza or making ramen while glaring at the failed dish. Some would be amazing and become something he makes all the time until he doesn't need the recipe anymore.

☮ friendship headcanon- Billy is not really a "friendly" person, we know this. He's an asshole 🤣 so it would take a while for him to warm up to anyone and for anyone to warm up to him but once you're in, you're in. His friendship would be like going into a gang, you can never leave. I also think he'd fight with his friends A LOT because..well...he's just hot headed and stubborn but he'd leave them alone for a couple hours/days depending on how bad the fight was and then he'd just show up one day and be like "I'm hungry, let's eat" and everything would be okay again 🤣

[masterofmunson]

Care For You (2)

Slight!Steve x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Every time he takes care of her, she runs away  

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of abuse, reader and billy argue, reader and steve argue, that’s it i think 

Word Count: 2.9k+

PART 1 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

The next morning, Y/n wakes up with a pounding headache and ringing in her ears. She groans into her pillow and hits her clock blindly to stop its ringing.

Her eyes peek open and harsh morning sunlight shines in. She hisses and shuts her eyes again. “I really need to stop drinking,” she mumbled, willing herself to get up and out of bed so she’d be on time for work.

She rubs her face with her hands and glances at her night stand. Two pills rest on top of a slip of paper and a cup sits on top of it. She takes them in her hands and reads the slip. She shrugs, it was probably Steve just taking care of her. She’d call and thank him later.

She grabs a clean outfit from her dresser and moves slowly into the bathroom. She shuts and locks the door behind her. She starts the shower and strips out of the clothes she wore to the party.

Taking a quick shower, she changes and looks more presentable than she did 20 minutes prior. She brushes through her hair and puts on a light amount of makeup before grabbing her keys and purse and bounding down the stairs. She greets her parents with a cheery hello, masking her terrible hangover.

She eats a quick bowl of cereal before running out towards her mom’s car. She drives quickly to the record store and runs inside. The bell on the door hits the glass with a loud chime and she hurries into the back, tossing her things on the break room couch. She punches in before grabbing her name tag and walking back onto the floor to find Ronnie.

She’s panting hard. “I made it, Ronnie. What do you want me to do today?”

Her manager gives her a hard stare and crosses her arms over her chest. “You’re lucky you’re not late, Y/l/n,” she said, “and that I like you. Just make sure all the records are organized correctly. You’re on cashier duty, too.”

She nods before moving towards the back half of the store and working her way up to the front.

Half way through her shift, the bell chimes loudly and she shouts a “Welcome to Hawkins Records!” before returning to her task.

“Y/n! Are you still on for rehearsal tonight? I had a few ideas about one of the pieces you started!” Tim shouted from the stage, cleaning the floor.

She groans, running a hand through her hair. “Crap! I completely forgot, I have to babysit the boys! I promised I’d take ‘em to the arcade.” She curses under her breath and rubs her temple.

“Can’t you get Steve to watch them? He loves the kids.”

“I mean—I guess I could. I just… I haven’t seen them in a while and I don’t want to disappoint them for having to cancel… again,” she sighs.

“C’mon, Y/n. They’re 13 year old boys. They’ll be fine,” he said. “We really need to solidify the material for Battle of the Bands.”

“I know, I know, it’s just… it’s my senior year and I’m trying to spend as much time with my brother because I’m going away for college. Dylan is going to miss me.”

She looks down at the pile of records she’s sorting and takes a deep breath. No one really understood the strong relationship she had with her younger brother and his best friends. They thought it was odd and they often made fun of her for it, but she loved them. They were funny and sweet and so incredibly loyal to each other.

“Think about it, okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, I will.”

The bell above the door chimes again and this time, she turns to face the door with a fake smile plastered on her face. “Welcome to Hawkins Records!”

The customer smiles at her and starts to thumb through the closest record slot.

“Hey, Y/n, do you have any album suggestions?” a voice asks from behind her. She spins around and she’s face to face with Billy. He’s dressed in a jean jacket, loose t-shirt, and tight jeans. A smirk adorns his smug face and she crosses her arms defensively.

“Are you stalking me, Billy? Why are you here?” she sighs exasperatedly.

“I want a record and I want your recommendation.”

“Oh, please. That’s not why you’re here and you and I both know it,” she hissed under her breath.

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. “Fine. How’re you doing? Are you that hungover from last night?” he concedes.

Her eyes narrow at him. “What the hell are you talking about, Billy?”

He glares at her. “The party, Y/l/n. You were drunk off your ass. I helped you get home because your dimwit of a boyfriend was MIA.”

“Wha—what? No, Steve, my friend, took me home,” she shakes her head in disbelief and closes her eyes. She tries to remember what happened last night. She remembers Steve picking her up and she remembers arguing with him about what she wanted to drink. Everything else after that is few and far in between. “I would never go home with you. Ever.”

He smirks smugly and leans in towards her. “Really, Y/n? You’re that much in denial that you can’t even think for a second that I was a decent human being and helped your drunk ass home.”

She takes a deep breath, blood boiling beneath her hot skin. Her eyes open and she’s met with his disgustingly blue ones. “Yes, I find that hard to believe. Is that what you want to hear. Look who we’re talking about here. You’re a piece of shit to your sister. You're an absolute prick to any guy you deem as a threat. You treat girls like dog toys. Shall I go on or do you want me to stop? Just because you did one nice thing for me, doesn’t mean I owe you anything. It’s scary that you’re not in jail yet, considering the fact that you almost kid a child last month because he likes your sister. I hope to all things holy that you won’t be a dad.”

Her eyes widen in shock at her own words. She’s frozen in place in the middle of the store. Even though she doesn’t like him, she’d never say that. Not even to him.

Her own words settle deep into her chest and she takes a labored breath in. “Billy I—I’m so sorry.”

“Shove it, Y/n,” he snaps, storming out the store.

She sighs loudly, shaking her head. “I can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth!” she loudly chastises herself. She was in definite deep shit. She would have to swallow her pride and be the woman her parents are raising her to be and apologize sincerely to him. She groans. She really needed to keep her mouth shut.

For the next two days, Y/n mopes in her bedroom and at work. She didn’t go to rehearsals that night and her mood was somber at the arcade. Even though they were step-siblings, every time Y/n looked at Max, she could see Billy.

She had struck a chord in him. She saw it and he did too. She knew she had to apologize and make up for what she said, which was why she found herself on the porch of his house on a Sunday night, clutching a Styx’s album to her chest. She takes a deep breath before reaching and pressing the doorbell.

The bell rings through her ears and a few moments pass before the door is ripped open.

Billy looks at her and moves to shut the door but she pushes the door with her arm and she frowns. “You shouldn’t be here, Y/n. You need to leave,” he demands firmly, looking back into his house. He steps onto the porch and shuts the door. “What do you want?”

“Listen, Billy, what I said the other day was completely out of line. I shouldn’t have said what I did. I feel terrible about it. I’m so incredibly sorry, Billy. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me,” she said, swallowing hard and meeting his gaze.

“It’s no big deal,” he brushed off. “I’m an asshole. I deserved it.”

She shakes her head. “You might be a dick, but no one deserves to hear what I said. Not even you. I’m so sorry, Billy.”

“I forgive you, Y/n. I’ll see you at school,” he rushed, moving towards the door again.

“Billy, wait.” She said, pushing the album in her hands towards him. “Take this.”

“What’s this?” He asked, looking at the album.

“A peace offering,” she said with a smile. “You asked for an album recommendation, so here you go. Cornerstone is a masterpiece. Babe is a good song to listen to.”

A smile graces his face and Y/n breathes a little easier. She was getting somewhere.

“Billy! Who’s at the door?!” a voice roared from inside the house.

Billy’s eyes widen and Y/n jumps at the sound. “No one! They’re just leaving!” he yelled back. “Y/n, I really appreciate this, but you really need to go. If my dad comes out and sees you I’m dead. Please leave,” he pleads in a whisper.

She nods her head in understanding. “I’ll see you at school, Billy.”

He nods before she hurries off the porch and he heads back inside.

“Who was at the door, Billy?” his father barks at him from his spot on the couch.

“No one,” he lies through his teeth. “Just one of Max’s friends dropping off something for her.”

His father looks at him with a firm gaze before waving him off. Billy exhales a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in and heads into his room. Pulling out the record Y/n gifted him, he puts it in his stereo and the music thunders through his room. A small smile finds its way onto his face; she was right. Cornerstone was a great album and Babe was a good song.

As Y/n rode home on her old beat up bike, she replays what happened with Billy over again in her head. He had forgiven her, which was a good thing, but something was definitely off. When his dad yelled at him from inside the house, he seemed almost… afraid. It was like he was expecting something terrible to happen. It made her anxious and it worried her.

She knows it’s none of her business, but even Billy doesn’t deserve whatever happens behind closed doors. He was human too with emotions and she can’t ever imagine what it’s like to live in a home life like the one she thinks Billy’s in because if Billy lives in it, Max does too.

She sighs, climbing off her bike and pushes it into the garage. The boys, plus El and Max, roll up in Steve’s car and run into the house.

“Jesus, Y/n. It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever. How’d you get home after the party? I didn’t see you,” Steve said, swinging his arm around her shoulder as they walk into the house.

She laughs nervously and plays with the end of her shirt. “Funny story,” she trailed off, “Billy Hargrove took me home.”

“What?! He didn’t do anything, right? He didn’t force you into anything?” Steve shouts, grabbing her and scanning her face for any implication that she’s not okay.

“No—God, no. Steve, he didn’t do anything. I guess you disappeared and I was wasted and he just… I dunno… helped me home. He set out pills and a cup of water for me. He even set my clock so I could get up and go to work on time, gave me a note too,” she recounted, looking into the living room and staring at Max play on Dylan’s Atari.

“Oh my God!” he groans, dragging her into the kitchen so the kids couldn’t hear them.

“What?! That’s what happened! He came into the store yesterday and he asked me how I was doing. I thought it was weird and then he told me he helped me home. I know, I thought he was lying too, but he proved otherwise. I said things that I shouldn’t have for no reason and—God, Steve—you should’ve seen his face. It was terrible, almost as if he’s heard it before.”

“So? What’s your point? He’s a piece of shit,” Steve snaps. “Did you forget that he almost killed Lucas and he pounded my face?”

“Of course he’s a piece of shit,” she concedes, nodding her head. “Just listen. I went to his house today to apologize, and he seemed off. He wasn’t acting like the typical “I’m Billy Hargrove and I run Hawkins High” like we know him at school. He was flustered and he seemed… scared almost.”

He scoffs in disbelief. “Billy Hargrove being scared? Are you sure we’re talking about the same Billy Hargrove and not some other prick?”

“Will you let me finish, you little twerp?!” she snapped, feeling her face grow hot. He sighs and rolls his eyes. “Anyways! I could hear someone yelling in the house, I think it was his dad. He asked him who was at the door and he lied. He seemed nervous about having me over. He even said I shouldn’t have come over and apologized. He would look back inside the house almost as if he was waiting for his dad to come and get him. Steve, I’m telling you, there’s something off about Max’s and Billy’s home life. I’m worried.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing, Y/n. Maybe he was busy doing something with his dad and he’s just impatient. Max doesn’t seem off,” Steve dismisses.

She huffs out a frustrated breath. “Sometimes people hide their pain in different ways. Mine’s drinking. Maybe Max’s is playing video games and maybe Billy’s is acting like nothing bothers him.”

“Or maybe she likes playing video games and he’s just a tool. I’d also argue that your rehearsals help you.”

She groans and runs a hand through her hair in frustration. “Are you really this dense to miss my point, Harrington? There’s something wrong!”

He laughs bitterly and shakes his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you!”

“What’re you talking about?!”

“You of all people are crushing on someone like him! The moment a guy shows the slightest interest in you, you dive in head first. You’re ridiculous!”

“Jesus Christ, Steve! It’s not like that! He took care of me while I was drunk and you were MIA! I said some shitty things and I owned up to them and apologized and I thought he was acting weird! I do not have a crush on him!” she screams in frustration. She huffs out a breath. “I want you and the kids out by seven. I’m going out,” she spat, walking up the stairs. She grabs her guitar case and her backpack. She stomps back down stairs and pokes her head into the family room. All eyes are on her. Steve stands against the wall with his arms crossed defensively. “I’m going to rehearsals. I want all of you out by the time I get back.”

She opens the front door and slams it behind her. She takes one step without looking and bumps into something solid. She looks up and groans. She can never seem to escape Billy Hargrove. She pushes past him and stomps down the driveway towards Hawkins Records.

“Hey, Y/l/n, where are you going?! I have to pick up my sister!” he shouts, running after her and falling into step next to her.

“Out. She’s in good hands. Unless you want to pick her up with all her friends present, I suggest you wait,” she glances at her watch, “an hour. Come back then.”

“Who’s watching them?”

“Why, so you can hit on my mom? No thanks,” she spat back bitterly. “I told you. They’re in good hands.”

“It’s your boyfriend, isn’t it?”

She lets out a frustrated scream. “He’s not my boyfriend, Hargrove! Would you leave me alone? Just because I apologized and gave you a stupid album, doesn’t mean I want to be your friend. Go have sex with Tina or Lexi or whoever you’re with to pass the time.”

He laughs with a smirk. “Then, I’d have to have sex with you then, wouldn’t I? Since I’m with you?”

“Go suck a cucumber, Billy,” she spat.

He laughs. “So what’s with the guitar? You in a band or somethin’?”

“Kind of. It’s for Battle of the Bands,” she said, tugging on the strap.

“Battle of the Bands?”

She stops walking and turns towards him. Her mouth drops and she gives him a questioning look. “You’ve been here since October and you haven’t heard of Battle of the Bands?” She questions and he shakes his head. “Not even in passing or other conversations?” He shakes his head again. “Jesus Christ, I’m disappointed. Battle of the Bands is like a staple in Hawkins. It’s every March at the theater. A bunch of people create bands and ‘compete’ for a prize, but it’s just to raise money for members of the community. Everyone goes, it’s a big deal.”

He nods his head. “Sounds fun. I’m assuming you’re in the program?” She nods in confirmation. “Can’t wait to hear what you got.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Billy. See you later.”

“See you later.”

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[crewhonk]

.breathe.

What if Nancy’s sister did answer the door? What if Billy had shown up an hour earlier? 

A/N; This is my first lil fic in years tbh. and its bad, and the writing is rough and dirty, but I needed to do something because I’m off for winter break and I have literally nothing to do. 

Warnings: Swearing, bad writing structure, the usual. 

Masterlist

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Y/N Wheeler hated Hawkins. 

After the events last year transpired with the Party she had to get out of there, the small town suffocating her until she couldn’t breathe. The news of the small town festered and boiled until she wasn’t able to go to the store around the corner without a child pointing or eighth graders whispering together. So, she did what all young, hot, smart independent girls did in 1983— traveled to Africa and volunteered at least once in every country. Five days per country, hundreds of polaroids and minimal sleep made a girl a woman and she was finally home in Indiana now, and holy Jesus, she forgot how fucking cold it was in the Northern Hemisphere. It was a Friday night, and Y/N had a date with three wool blankets, two long sleeved sweaters, thick wool sweatpants, and three pairs of fuzzy socks. Her dad was passed out on the Lay-Z-Boy across from her, his hand resting in the popcorn bowl on his lap, and the music from her mom’s bathroom crooned softly through the house. 

Y/N was ripped out of her thoughts when the sharp tone of the doorbell caught her attention, followed swiftly by her mother shrieking for her father to get the door, probably assuming Y/N was sleeping off her jetlag. When her mother called out for the fourth time, Y/N growled and threw the blankets off of her, throwing a glare at her sleeping father and storming up the stairs and swinging the door open. Standing in front of her was a Greek God. Maybe even one of the actual models that inspired the romance novel covers that littered every shelf and table in the house. 

“Hi, can I uh— Can I help you with… something?” She rasped, eyes trained on his beautiful, smooth chest and focusing on his Virgin Mary pendant. 

“I didn’t realize Nancy had a sister.” He murmured, smirking and leaning against the door frame. Y/N looked up at him through her lashes and blushed when his tongue slid out and licked his teeth—almost predatorily. His eyes scanned the length of her body and she blushed when she realized she wasn’t quite dressed for some beautiful company.

Y/N went to tuck her hair behind her ear but realized it was totally useless as she had her hair tied in a bun on the top of her head. “Yeah, I um… I’m from Africa. I mean, I’m not from Africa but I was there for a while um- Volunteering. With kids. And el-elephants.”

“Elephants?” He asked, leaning in. She could smell cologne and nicotine on his clothes and she breathed in the scent, not realizing its been so long since she was even near a boy. He was so tall and so close that Y/N had to angle her chin up to see his eyes (which, by the way, were disgustingly blue and were thickly rimmed with hateful black lashes). 

“Yeah, elephants,” she said, wrapping her arms around her torso. “You’re here for Nance?” 

“No, uh. Not my type. I’m looking for my sister, and Mrs. Sinclair told me that this was the designated hangout place.” 

“Wait.” Y/N stopped him, losing her breath for an entirely different reason. Not again. Ahe thought, her heart rate increasing an even greater amount. “Have you been to any of the other kids’ houses?”

“All except for the Zombie Kids’. Byers.. Right?” He pondered, reaching out to hold her wrist.

At this, her eyes frosted over and her posture became rigid. Y/N tore her hand away from his reach and had to consciously tell herself to not bring her palm across his face.

 “That entire group has been through hell this past year. And unless you know exactly what happened, you have no right to make any judgments about those kids or anyone they associate with.” She growled stepping on the ridge of the door. Her sudden closeness forced him to take a step back in shock at the hard change in mood. “I’ll drive you to Jonathan’s house.” She grumbled shoving her feet into her boots and storming past the Adonis-Asshole. The drive to the ratty house was silent, and Y/N had her foot pressed to the floor. If her suspicions were correct, she didn’t need to worry about the Chief of Police pulling her over. 

“Hey, Doll, I don’t even drive this fast can you please—“ He was cut off by the sound of Madonna being blasted louder through the shitty speakers. Soon enough, they tore down the gravel driveway and skidded to a stop. Hoppers car was parked next to Steve Harrington’s and Jonathan’s. 

Without even glancing at the boy next to her, she opened the door and sprinted to the front door of the house and barged in. 

“Holy Jesus, what are you people doing?!” Y/N screamed when she noticed the collection of gun nozzles and slingshots pointed towards her. The Party immediately lowered their guns and Mike and Nancy rushed forward. “Again?” In response, they both nodded. Their big sister was the strongest person they knew, and during the War of the Demogorgon (as Dustin had later called it), Y/N had pushed both kids behind her and protected them for those few days until she was literally punched in the face by an other-worldly demon. 

“Billy?!” A tiny red-head yelled protectively blocking Lucas from the older boys eyesight. 

“Hargrove. You need to leave.” Steve Harrington said, a gleaming nail ridden bat swinging at his side. He came toe-to-toe with the Alpha male and pushed him away with his pointer finger.  

“When was the last time I listened to you, Harrington.” Billy glowered, pushing Steve back about two feet.

“Hey!” Hopper came forward and shoved the teen boys apart. “Not now.” 

Just as the chief grumbled his last word, a scream, unlike any other animal, was heard from the forest surrounding the Byers’ house. When Y/N was in Africa, the hyenas laughing throughout the night sent chills down her spine. The growling of the 13-foot crocodiles that followed her canoe down the Nile river raised goosebumps on her skin. But this— this feeling was completely different. This sound made ice slide down her spine and her limbs catch on fire. Without her realizing it, she and Billy were handed a rifle and a knife consecutively and were pushed into the circle.  

“What the fuck is going on?!” Billy yelled, knife trembling in his hand.  “Buddy,” Y/N whispered. “When there’s a lion stalking you. You shut up.” ‘There’s a lion?” “It’s a metaphor.” She replied “Analogy,” Lucas mumbled. “What did you say?” Billy said, whipping around to face him.

“It’s an analogy.” Dustin persisted, pushing Lucas behind his person.

“Shut up!” Nancy yelled, just as a figure was thrown through the front window. Billy fell back in surprise and shouted when his tailbone came into contact with the corner of the couch. The Thing that flew through the window wasn’t moving. 

“Is it dead?” someone whispered. Y/N’s senses seemed to stop functioning and her sight narrowed into tunnel vision. The slick skin of the creature seemed to glow softly as if it were apart of a Bowie music video Y/N would switch past on the TV. Just as Y/N thought she was going to vomit, a click from the door pulled the Party’s attention away from The Thing. 

The lock on the door was moving. The lock on the door was moving. On its own. “Woah.  Wait. That’s not how things are supposed to work. THAT IS NOT HOW THINGS ARE SUPPOSED TO WORK” Billy screamed, dropping his knife on the floor and putting his hands on his knees, brows furrowed in fear and confusion. 

“Dude. Calm. Down.” Y/N said, gripping Billy’s wrist tightly enough to leave bruises. His eyes flicked to the traveler, pupils dilated nearly the size of his iris. There was sweat on his upper lip, and his chin was wobbling slightly. “Breathe. Please. I can’t have you panicking what That Thing comes through the door. You need to not drop knives on peoples feet. Your life is about to change.” She murmured to him. “But right now, you need to breathe, man.” And with that, Billy’s breathing slowed down, the lock dropped, and life changed. 

[stackson-trash-blog]

The Happiest Place on Earth.

Rating: PG for mild gore.

Pairing: Harringrove. 

Summary:                                                                                  

{Call it psychic, like the kid in the film by Kubrick with a dad who reminds Billy of things he can't forget. There are no ghosts here, only the kinds of horrors which can steal someone away in the realest sense.}

A year ago, six months, a week into the past, a day, if someone had told Billy Hargrove he'd be trudging through the ruins of an old amusement park under the duress of moonlight at three am he'd have blown smoke into their watering eyes. Thrown his head back to that same moon, and told them to fuck right off.

Punched them square in their jaw, junior, senior, figure of so-called authority, it wouldn't have mattered. If they'd intimated that he'd be tearing his lungs to shreds calling out for the king of Hawkins. Meaning every single litany of his name, as panic, blind and hateful swamped every inch of him.

The terrain works against him, as if warning signs about unstable ground weren't enough. Abandoned attempts at a rollercoaster stand out in relief against what little light Hawkins gives off from such a distance. In daylight it just looks pathetic, overgrown and charmless, but it's disturbing just what the lack of illumination can do. Billy doesn't scare easy, after all the cartoonish monsters said to haunt places such as these can't stand up to the one living under his own roof. He's shivering because it's too fucking cold, and his leather jacket remains slung uselessly across the back of the drivers seat. Adrenaline's got nothing to do with it, fear has no home here. He tells himself these things like a record stuck on repeat, like someone who believes them.

Up ahead a concessions stand, paint peeling upon it's ugly mustard and red signs with their exorbitant prices lined up in rows rendered pointless by bankruptcy, it stands with the door ajar.

There.

Call it psychic, like the kid in the film by Kubrick with a dad who reminds Billy of things he can't forget. There are no ghosts here, only the kinds of horrors which can steal someone away in the realest sense.

Light seeps out from beneath a rotten frame, and Billy pushes past it without hesitation. He's ready, and yet not, for the sickly scent which hangs heavy in the air beyond. Obtuse particles, fade like ash between his fingers when he catches one drifting by, the mark of a place which genuinely warrants a warning sign. A barbed wire fence to keep stupid, reckless, desperate kids like him away. The far wall has been consumed, gelatinous tendrils dug deep into the corpse of an old bank of counters designed to display ice cream.

The happiest place on Earth awaits.

Beneath his hands the breech feels wet, and congeals disgustingly even where he wipes it away upon jeans already slathered with dew and grime. Beyond is truly as those little freaks described it. As much as they were willing to say now that they'd seen him almost get neutered by his own little sister. Steve had been far more forthcoming, air-headed, impulsive, eager to square off at any seconds' notice.

Steve.

It's been six weeks. Six weeks, four days, hours he doesn't dare to count. Six weeks in limbo. Six weeks where everyone else scrambled to find the King of Hawkins as if he were genuine royalty. Where Dustin hid a constant rawness around his eyes. Where Nancy joined Missus Wheeler in place of Steve's own damn parents, stapling his gormless face up onto telephone poles and message boards. Where everyone had a fucking opinion, and the need to share their idiotic theories. Where the smallest of things, the simplest of triggers reminded Billy of him.

Memories which he had no right to have made. Not with him.

The Upside Down renders his voice smaller than it should be. Swallows it whole, like it'd done with every trace of Steve save for a brief transmission. The same crackling entreaties not to follow. Not to mount some futile rescue attempt that had gone into production almost before contact had been lost. He still doesn't know why Nancy called him, why she knew he'd be livid if this remained an AV Club afterschool Special. Her and that creep with the camera as the only guest stars. But she did, and it was what had led him here.

Do right by him, by them. She seems like just that kind of girl. No wonder Steve had been slow to piece the parts of himself back together he needed to. Those last few fragments had been slotted back into place by Billy himself. And now it was all threatening to shatter again, crumble right out from underneath them both because Hawkins is merely a different kind of cess pit to the one he first though it to be.

//

"Gross. The grossest in the whole of Hawkins. Stop, stoppit, fuck, we're supposed to be studying."

"Perks of an open house, Harrington. Now put out, or get out."

"This is my bedroom, dipshit. You're gonna fail, drop out, and start working at KFC, and I'll come in and laugh at you wearing that dumb hat."

"Oh, is that fucking right?"

"......Find the roots of a polynomial, nature and points of intersection between two functions as well as--"

"Nice comeback, loser."

//   He wanders from one end of that godforsaken town to the other. The sure weight of a bat with nails hammered crudely into it is his only companion. By the second circuit the air beneath the bandana tied around the lower half of his face is thick with heat, and what little voice Billy had left is gone. A trashcan bears the brunt of frustrations only amplified by just how dense the silence is now. How completely it mocks him.

Upon main street he crouches, face pressed into his knees, tears hot against the denim beneath. He’s already an expert at keeping each and every one of them silent, even when there's no one to judge him.

Flakes of ash rain down, anointing Billy’s clothing and hair no matter how often he brushes them away with the backs of dirty hands. Two blocks down from the old post office, now held in the clutches of vines which pulse in a vile rhythm, one which makes his stomach churn for some reason, that's where his world decides to end. 

The road is decorated with burnt out vehicles, their crumpled facades stretching like wizened limbs to an uncaring sky. A few weak willed fires smoulder here and there, but this is a place where the foetid and the organic have seeped through its numerous cracks. In possession of a beating heart which pounds beneath his boots.  

At first it's just another trick. Another in a long line of putrid things which dare Billy to venture into the peripheries of his sight. To look for long enough to give himself nightmares if home is ever somewhere he makes it back to alive.

Then it coughs, he coughs, and the details begin to distinguish themselves from every other grey, wasted element of the Upside Down. He's running then, boots slamming down so hard upon the concrete that they feel as if they could create their own fractures. Bolting over obstacles that are now just as insignificant as the threat of the very same creatures which had almost laid waste to Hawkins. He doesn't so much as stop, but skid upon shins which find themselves torn to pieces. The bat clatters, rolling away to rest against a withered tire in this never ending jam of traffic.

".....took you long enough."

It feels redundant, and words surge up from his depths, hot like bile because Steve is smiling like he's not doused in his own blood. As if crimson isn't daubed over his chin in a wet slick. Like his chest doesn't rattle with every breath, and the rest of him isn't trembling so hard it's almost difficult to keep his shoulders still under clammy palms already staining themselves red.

".....the kids....they're not here are they?"

And it's so painfully like him to ask about those stupid children that Billy lets himself sob loudly enough for the whole of this distorted version of Hawkins to hear. He barely has a voice to call Steve a piece of shit, or to tell him that no, they're not here. He's the only one who's enough of a moron to come and save his dumb ass.

Above storm clouds have begun to gather, wreathing the sky with the threat of thunder. A sigh of relief vibrates in what's left of Steve's chest, and he turns his head to watch for the first spots of rain.

".....fuck, this is gonna ruin my hair."

The laugh they share hurts deeply. Twists around inside Billy's guts. Worse than the hardest punch, sharper than that time a jacked up douche in Cali tried to shank him for running his goddamn mouth. Pain like that could never compare.

Steve presses a solitary finger to his lips when he tries to explain. He's still smiling as the light leaves his eyes, and the skies finally open.