#billy hargrove x ps reader

[viennafantasies]

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[sammyboyimagines]

If you think you'll have the mood to.... How about maybe for billy and something uh smutty maybe 👉👈 ? As big or small as u want. Maybe a little rough and Billy being all dom? (Maybe him tying your hands behind your back sitting down on the sofa and making you ride him)

PS. If u just wanna like chat about this idea instead come over to DMs and we can fangirl over it hehe.

love ya xxx

Burnin' For You

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Billy is a jealous guy, and you know exactly how to drive him crazy. But this time, he takes matters into his own hands. 2.5k words

Warnings: smut 18+ MINORS DNI I will steal your dog. I will do it. Handcuffs, rough sex, slut-shaming (just degrading use of the word), swearing, degradation, unprotected sex, riding, idk what else

//I had so much fun writing this darling, i love your requests sm!! I was totally fangirling about how to write this. I was literally giggling near the end lmaooo, luv u <3

"Hey, Steve's having a party tonight. I'm going with Jonathan. Do you want to come?" Nancy wasn't usually a party girl, but Steve somehow convinced both her and Jonathan into participating in the party scene.

"Yeah, sure! I'll ask Billy. I'm sure he'd love to get drunk on a Friday." you laughed to yourself when you remembered the many occasions Billy came home acting like a fool when he was drunk. You looked back on how he'd walked in the door and immediately pulled you in a warm embrace. "Oh, I missed you so fuckin' much. You smell so good. Give me a kiss?" he was an affectionate drunk sometimes.

"Who were you talking to?" Billy put his cigarette out on the ground. He stood by the phone with you at school. "Just Nancy, do you want to go to Steve's party?" You pressed a hand against his chest, hoping to persuade him. 

You had another reason to go to this party. Billy was the jealous type. Any man that so much as looked at you from across the room and he'd be pulling you into a hot makeout session to let everyone know that you're his girl. It was your favorite part, getting on his nerves so he would teach you a lesson. Billy didn't mind either. He loved getting to rip your clothes off at a random's house.

"Yeah, but promise me you'll wear something a little less revealing? As much as I love to see your pretty tits, I don't want anyone else to see them." he chuckles, taking your hand in his as he made his way to his car. "No getting blackout drunk, okay? I don't want to deal with you coming home and laying on me." you giggle when he shakes his head, actually offended that you would ever accuse him of that.

"I never do that!" he didn't remember either way. You get in the passenger seat. "Oh really? So you didn't come to my place and put your full weight on me while we were cuddling?" Billy rolled his eyes and started the car, his hand taking its usual position. Holding your left thigh tightly.

"Alright, I get it. But I choose what you wear." you just nodded, knowing you'd trick him and end up wearing something flashy later on. How could you not? The more people staring, the harder you'd get fucked when Billy drove you home.

After a few hours, it was about an hour before the party. You were applying some mascara, making weird faces that Billy found adorable. You were beyond excited, not just for the party...

You changed into your outfit, a simple t-shirt, and tight jeans. "Good enough for you?" Little did he know you had a little trick up your sleeve. Underneath the shirt was a sexy top you saved for special occasions. Like a party where you were purposefully trying to make your boyfriend jealous. "Perfect, doll. Let's go." he placed his hand on the small of your back, his large hand making your skin heat up in anticipation.

You arrive at Steve's house. Before Billy could even protest, you slipped the shirt off and showed him the top you were hiding. "Mmm, naughty..." he chuckles. Billy wasn't trying to police you, he knew he couldn't hold you down even if he tried. He just wanted you all to himself.

"You stay by my side, okay? Can't have you running off and causing trouble.." he opened your door for you. Such a gentleman...

About one hour in, you were across the room dancing with Nancy, a drink in your hand. "Billy looks a little angry." Nancy pointed at him, making you turn around in your spot. Billy was sitting on the couch, staring menacingly at a guy who was making his way over to you.

It was Steve. "Hey, ladies! Hope you're enjoying the party. Y/n, you look fantastic! You sure you're still with Billy?" It was friendly banter, but you took it as your chance to get Billy worked up. "Thank you, Steve! You're so sweet." you put your hand on his shoulder before laughing loud enough for Billy to hear.

You talked with Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan for about 20 minutes before making your way over to Billy. The dimmed-out lights made it difficult to see. He pulled you into his lap, ignoring your yelp at the harsh motion. "You think it's funny, huh? Flirting with him to make me jealous?" his hands gripped your ass, pulling you impossibly closer to him as his hot mouth kissed your collarbone.

"You think you're so funny parading around in this little number.." he held the straps of your top and pulled them before letting them snap back to your skin. "Making everyone in here eye you when you know that you're mine?" he growls, making hickeys all over you.

"Think Steve is better? You think he can fuck you better?" he pants against your skin, his hips grinding into yours. "Steve doesn't have a fuckin' clue, does he? Does he know how slutty you are when you're on your knees, baby?" he whines teasingly in your ear.

"Say goodbye to Nance and get in the fucking car.." he commanded, spanking your ass before you left. It was loud but not loud enough to be heard, as the music was far louder. You couldn't contain the smile that formed on your face. Nancy smiled at you. "Leaving already? He must have been really mad this time." The boys had left the room already.

You said goodbye to Nancy before joining Billy in the car. You weren't scared of him, you knew he would never hurt you. Billy's top priority was protecting you, he wouldn't do anything you didn't want to do.

"Took you long enough." he was impatient now, his dick already semi-hard in his pants. "I'm sorry, baby." you weren't really sorry. He already knew that though.

"Shut up, when we get home you will take everything off as soon as we get in the door." his hand gripped your thigh, just like usual. "Steve Harrington.." he chuckled to himself. "What a loser." he sped off, his tires skidding as he picked up speed.

He parked in his driveway. Billy got a place a year ago once you both decided to be in a serious relationship. He stormed inside, trying to conceal his anger as he fumbled with the keys. You followed closely behind, eager to skip to the good part.

You stepped inside, slowly taking off what little clothing you had on. Billy watched you. "Not fast enough.." he tore your top off you, smirking when you gasped. "That one was my favorite!" he grabbed your face. 

"I don't care. Did you see how many guys in there were undressing you with their fuckin' eyes? No." his hand unclipped your bra in one move, surprising you. "You're mine. Nobody gets to see you but me." he slipped your jeans down swiftly, leaving you in your panties. You were glad you picked a matching set. 

His eyes lit up. "Sit on the sofa." he slapped your ass as you walked away. He loved doing that. He went to his room and rummaged through his closet, grabbing the cuffs that sat in the corner. "Mmm, you're in for it now, sweetheart..." he mumbled to himself.

He came back, the cuffs hidden nicely in his back pocket. "C'mere." he pulled you into his lap with minimal effort. His scent made you dizzy. Cigarettes and cologne turned you on. "Please Billy, I've been waiting all day.." you grind your hips against him, desperate for any pleasure you could get.

"So needy, is that why you wanted to look so slutty tonight? You think anyone could do better than me?" his hands moved from your hips to his zipper. "You think Harrington can fuck you as good as I do?" He really wasn't gonna let you live that down.

"No Billy, please just-" he cut you off. "Just what? Bend you over and fuck you, is that what you want? Or maybe I should let you suffer like the greedy whore you are." he kissed your neck, shoving his jeans off of him. "God, you're so fuckin' sexy. And you're mine. Got it? You're my good little slut.." he groaned into your ear as he thrust his hips up into yours. His dick was pressed against his boxers, a small wet spot from precum appearing as he pressed against your heat.

"I was just being friendly! Please baby.." he chuckles at your begging. "Friendly? Is that what you were doing? I think you wanted to make me jealous. You know nobody compares to me, how many times have I fucked you so hard you couldn't walk the next morning? You think anyone else could do that?" he lifted your chin, your eyes staring directly into his.

You were speechless. It sounded so hot when he described your plan. "Use your words, princess.." he kissed you roughly, chuckling darkly. "Take this shit off." he helped you get your panties off before taking his boxers off. 

"Since you wanna be a slut, why don't you fuck yourself on me like a good little whore?" you felt his tip nudging your entrance as you sat on his lap. "Maybe you could bend me over again?" you remembered how hard he fucked you when you came home from a party. He was shaking the table so much you thought it would break.

"That wasn't a question. You're gonna wear these cuffs and fuck yourself on me until you're begging for my help," he smirked when you blushed at the sight of the cuffs. Billy let you know early on that you could tell him to stop at any time. The last thing he wanted was to force you into anything.

He leaned forward, cuffing your hands behind your back. Your chest was in his face as he slumped back onto the sofa. "So perfect for me." he held your hips, lowering you onto his big, thick cock. "Billy please I need you so bad.." you whined, already grinding slowly. "You have me, doll. Take what you want, since you wanted to be such a slut tonight at the party." 

His tip was already hitting deep inside you. "So wet for me, sweetheart." He knew he was being mean, but he considered this payback for your obvious attempts to make him jealous. You rode him, your head tilted back as you picked up the pace. "Billy please touch me.." you were desperate for anything from him. 

"Sorry, doll. You brought this on yourself. And you look so goddamn delicious like this. You whine and moan quietly, your legs burning as you bounced on his thick cock, begging for him to give in a fuck you like you've been needing all night. 

"Fuck we should do this more often.." he groans softly, his arms laid across the sofa. "You're so tight for me, so damn perfect. Keep going baby, give me one of those pretty moans," he commanded, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his fingers giving you bruises. You moaned louder at the contact. 

"Billy please, I need more!" you cried out, unable to get yourself off. He knew you'd be begging for him. "Do you? I thought you were desperate, seeing as you'd turn to Harrington for some dick. No, I choose when you get more." he grabbed your face, pulling you into another rough kiss. You gasped against him as you rode him the best you could. 

"Can you cum for me, sweetheart? I think you can. Give it to me." he demanded, his voice getting deeper. He grunts as he bites back noises as he focuses on your orgasm. "Give it to me, sweetheart," he commands.

"Fuck I'm so close Billy please fuck me.." you knew that no orgasm would be as satisfying as when he's thrusting into you ruthlessly as your brain goes numb from the pleasure.

"I can feel you squeezin' baby. Look at me while you cum, give it to me princess.." he groans at the way your pussy tightens against him. Your jaw was agape as your orgasm washed over you, your cries of pleasure loud as you looked into his hypnotic blue eyes.

"Good girl, you look so pretty when you cum for me.." he smirked. "I'm gonna need you to do it again. I haven't cummed yet." he pouts teasingly. You whined and tried to fumble with the cuffs but it was no use. "You're being mean.." you looked at him. His face was somewhere between sympathetic and incredibly turned on. 

"No, I'm being fair. This is what you deserve for acting like you don't belong to me." he pulled you close, kissing your breasts. "You look amazing in cuffs, babe." he chuckles. He gripped your waist and slowly moved you, your sensitive pussy making you cry out from the tiniest bit of pleasure.

After a little while, he was holding you above him while he mercilessly thrust into you. You were a mess on top of him, your pace matching his as he pounded into you. You repeated his name over and over, and each time it only fueled Billy's need to make you his. 

Billy watched the way your tits bounced as his cock hit deep inside you, his tip probably hitting your cervix by now. It was hot, seeing you fall apart from his own doing. "Mmm, you like this baby? Yeah, you like that?" he pants, watching your face contort in pleasure as you moaned out his name.

He groaned against your neck as he held you close to him. "Oh god, I'm so close. Tell me you're close baby, I wanna hear it." he reaches down to rub your clit, making your eyes roll back in your head. "Fuck yes Billy, keep going, please! I'm so close please let me cum!"

 "Cum for me, pretty girl. C'mon give it to me.." his voice was strained as he tried to stave off his orgasm. You came with a gasp and cry of his name, your orgasm flowing through you in waves. "Oh, fuuck.." you whimper, your head leaning against Billy's strong shoulder. Billy was so close. "Good girl, such a fuckin' good girl.." he rambled.

Your pussy tightening around him was all he needed. He groaned and held you down on his cock, cumming inside your tight pussy. "You're so fuckin' perfect." he rode out your orgasms before he pulled out of you. 

You whimpered at the loss, making him chuckle. "Sorry baby. Let's get you cleaned up." he uncuffed you, his fingers running over the red marks they left. "We can talk about your behavior in the morning." he kissed your cheek as he brought you to the bathroom. He ran a bath for you, cleaning you himself.

"Did you get what you wanted?" he asked, smirking. You did. You wanted to make him so jealous he'd take matters into his own hands.

"Duh."

//loved writing this, <3

[loverforfanfiction]

To all the boys I ever loved ps I still love you-stranger things (I’m so sorry for not posting I lost my account but I’m bacckkk)

Summary:you send letters to all the boys you ever loved....by accident

1.steve harrington

2.eddie munson

3.mike wheeler

4.lucas Sinclair

5.Jonathan byers

6.will byers

7.dustin Henderson

8.billy hargrove

Warnings:fluff,angst,cussing reader will be mentioned as a girl but imagine your gender and reader will have black futures but imagine your race eddie has been in the show for a while

Episode 6 letter 6

Y/n pov

1 year ago

Today I'm at home in my basement watching TV but then I remembered it's time for my daily letter because I only have 2 more after I finish this I don't want to but it's coming to a end [author notes:that's what they think] I don't have to run anywhere because I'm prepared I got a piece of paper and a fluffy pen I start to write about the crush I have on my best friend will byers

Dear will byers this is actually really hard to write because I would rather say it face to face and im to coward so I write it on paper I do hope you see this but I also don't want you to, you are the most amazing person I've met your drawing skills leave me in the dust your so handsome it makes no sense I don't want to write to long but I love you and you are a amazing friend probably a good boyfriend ps I stole one of your drawings

To will byers

From y/n y/l/n

I'm reading over this one I actually did good as I'm reading my mom calls me up the stairs "honey you have a package" I look down at it in shock I didn't order anything I take the package and go to my room grab my box cutter and I look down to see .....

The only person who knows who I likes rocks is Dustin I gotta thank him I mean he is my crush afterall

End of episode 6 letter 6

[littlemessyjessi]

"I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream": More Billy Hargrove and his goth GF 

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Billy Hargrove Imagine

Billy Hargrove x PS Reader, Billy Hargrove x Goth Reader

Pre-established relationship

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General Idea:  Someone asked for more of reader and her spooky treats. 

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Two boots squeaked across the concrete as Billy Hargrove made his way down the hallway. 

Max was already in the car and he'd been waiting on you for ten minutes now. 

He always took you home after school and usually you damn near blasted out of the building. 

So where were you? 

He'd given it about five more minutes before he began to worry. 

He'd gone by your locker thinking that maybe you got held up and were just trying to get your things. 

No such look. 

So his next thought was your last class. 

Home Economics. 

Sure enough as he neared the door he could see your through the little window on the door. 

You were sitting on the stool behind one of the little tables. 

Your chin in your hand, elbow on the table, a completely put out look on your face. 

He watched you through the window for a few seconds more before swinging the door open. 

"Baby?  What are you doing?  Come on." 

You looked up. 

Eyes gone big at him. 

You sighed, smacking your hands to your forehead. 

"Oh, hi, babe.  I'm sorry.  I forgot to tell you to go ahead." you said. 

"Go ahead?" he asked, brows furrowing.  "What are you talking about?  I always take you home."  

"Oh, uh, well." you said, hands fidgeting.  

"Well what?" he pressed, those electric blue eyes narrowing in on you. "Did you get in trouble or something? Detention?" 

He knew it wasn't likely because you were a perfect angel. 

At least in his eyes anyway. 

There wasn't much you could do that would warrant a punishment in Billy's mind… and he had issues with anyone who seemed to think otherwise. 

"No, uh, I'm not in trouble.  I'm just waiting on my cousin.  She's bringing me a cooler.  I, uh, I have ice cream." you said, not meeting his eye. 

"Babe." he chuckled.  "Just get it.  Max is already in the car with the air on and you don't live far.  It'll be fine. Just hold it up to the vent." 

You gnawed on your lip and glanced up at him, "Well, uh, I can't really do that, Billy.  It's too much to hold in the front seat." 

Billy lifted an eyebrow at you, waiting for further explanation. 

You gave a long suffering sigh before standing and opening the classroom freezer behind you. 

There, sitting as pretty as ever were two trays of cups. 

Black and green swirls of ice cream all sat in a row. 

And all untouched. 

He sighed. 

"Baby…" 

You looked like you were about to cry and he crossed the room quickly to gather you in his arms. 

He pressed kisses into your hairline. 

"I just don't get it." you whispered. "It's just ice cream.  Everyone watched me make it yesterday in class.  Like, it's not like I did anything.  I wouldn't do that!" 

"I know, baby." he said, hand rubbing up and down your back. 

"And I was so excited because it's ice cream day, Billy.  Ice cream.  Who doesn't like ice cream?" you vented.  "And I worked hard on it. I stayed up last night and made homemade sprinkles.  And I came in during my lunch just so I could make the syrup fresh. I even made chocolate covered bananas in case anyone wanted a sundae!  It's key lime pie and black coconut because I remembered that it's Hannah Pearson's birthday today and I heard her tell Misty Donahue that she loved key lime pie and that coconut was her new favorite slushie flavor.  So I thought I'd make them special… because it's her birthday!" 

Billy pulled you in a little tighter. 

"But… but she said I was a weirdo.  She said she wouldn't eat anything I made because I'd probably poisoned it.  That they even looked like poison.  Billy, I would never - " 

"Sssh- baby.  I know.  I'm so sorry." he said. 

He hated high school. 

He hated how kids could be. 

And at that moment he hated Hannah Pearson because he knew it was less about you and more about the fact that she'd hit on him and he shot her down because frankly he wasn't interested and also because he was hopeless for you. 

He held you for a little longer before he pressed a kiss to your temple and settled you down on the stool with a sigh. 

"Just sit tight for a second, baby." 

"Why?" you asked immediately. "Where are you going?" 

"Just sit tight, ok?" he said. 

"Billy, don't get into a fight or anything.  I know you already hate Dereck…" you said. 

He chuckled thinking of Hannah's boyfriend. 

He knew that you knew that he wouldn't hit a woman. He wouldn't hit Hannah.  But that certainly wouldn't stop him for starting a fight with her current boyfriend. 

He did hate Dereck Landley because he was a jerk and was actively looking for a reason to bash his face in… but that would have to wait for another day. 

"I won't. I swear.  Just wait here." he said and disappeared out the door. 

He'd made it to the parking lot in moments, opening the door to his car and pulling Max's headphones off. 

"Billy!" she said annoyed. 

"Get out." he said. 

"What?  I didn't even-" 

He sighed, rolling his eyes, "Get out and come inside.  I need your help." 

Her blue eyes widened. 

Billy?  Needed her help?  What had the world come to? 

Nevertheless, she exited the car even if she did give her stepbrother an odd look as she fell into step with him. 

"You're little friends still around?" he asked. 

Max tensed. 

She and Billy had gotten past a lot but she was still wary about some things. 

"Uh…" 

"I'm not gonna do anything.  Relax." he all but growled.  "I just need more people." 

"Uh, I don't know.  I can go see." she said, still unsure. 

He nodded, "Alright, go do that and meet me here in about ten minutes." 

Max, still confused with him, furrowed her brows, but he had already turned around and stalked in a different direction. 

He nearly gagged at the idea of speaking to that familiar head of hair up ahead but he forced it down anyway. 

"Harrington!" he called out. 

Steve turned, his face clearly showing that he was not in the mood. 

Though, Billy was less concerned with Steve and more about the freckled face next to him. 

"Buckley, you got a minute?" he asked. 

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" she quipped. 

"Don't you?" he shot back, sending her cheeks aflame. 

He sighed, "Sorry, reflex.  Look, do you two like ice cream?" 

"What?" Steve asked, bewilderment clear on his face. 

Billy huffed out a breath, "Do you like ice cream?" 

"We do work at Scoops Ahoy…" Robin trailed off. 

"Just come to the Home Ec room in ten minutes." he said and turned away. 

The two teens shared a look of confusion but honestly, Billy's erratic behavior was too good to pass up. 

His last stop was the drama room and as expected when he came through the door the Hellfire club looked up in surprise. 

Never did they think they'd see Billy Hargrove standing there unless he had come to terrorize someone. 

Eddie lifted a brow briefly but painted on a smile, trying to diffuse whatever catastrophe that was about to occur. 

"Uh… meetings are private, Hargrove." he said. "You need an invitation." 

"Do you guys like ice cream?" Billy asked, patience running thin. 

Gareth's eyes bugged out of his head while Jeff's brows drew so far together they almost looked like one. 

"Uh.." Eddie laughed. "What?" 

"Ice cream." Billy repeated.  "Do you like ice cream?" 

"Look, man. We're not try-" 

"Just come to the Home Ec room in ten minutes." he said, promptly turning and leaving the few members to look at one another in confusion. 

Soon enough Billy had circled back around to the front to collect Max and her ragtag group of little hooligans along with Lucas' younger sister, Erica. 

Robin and Steve had been joined by Nancy as well as the junior cheerleader Chrissy Cunningham. 

Eddie, Gareth and Jeff trickled in behind them as they all stood in the middle of the hallway. 

"What's going on, Hargrove?" Steve asked. 

"We're going to the Home Ec room.  My girlfriend made ice cream." he answered as if he were remarking on the weather. 

"Billy." Max groaned. "Come on." 

He sighed, "Listen, the people at this school are dicks." he said. 

"You would know." Robin said. 

Billy lifted an eyebrow at her and she lifted one back. 

"Well, it's true.  You were an asshole until you got with Y/N." she said. "And that's still up for discussion honestly." 

He sighed. "She made ice cream for class today.  And she worked hard on it.  She always does.  And no one would eat it.  They always do that to her and I know it hurts her feelings.  But she deserved better than that.  No one deserves to be ridiculed like that for no reason." 

There was a shift in the group, each turning inward to their own struggles. 

"You don't have to." he said. "I just thought it would be nice.  You can have something nice to eat.  Because I know it will be.  Everything is always great." 

"I can second that." Max chimed in. "She always brings me food in the morning and those mummy things were awesome." 

Billy actually smiled at his stepsister for that. 

To which she panicked and looked away because Billy is Billy. 

"Again, you don't have to but it would be nice.  You'll get something and honestly, I think it would just mean a lot to her." he said.  "Please." 

None of them had really ever seen anything like this from him and certainly never heard him beg. 

So call it moral obligation or pure shock… but they all followed. 

The door opened and you looked up only to curl inwards a little. 

"Billy." you whispered. "I'm not looking to be ridiculed yet again today." 

"No one is here to ridicule you." Billy said, coming to stand at your side and looking at the others. "Just here to have some ice cream.  Right?" 

It was silent for a beat before Eddie stepped forward, leaning on his elbows on the table in front of you. "We wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart." he said, batting his doe eyes at you dramatically.  "Especially not with your trusty guard dog here." 

He winked at Billy who was slightly amused but narrowed his eyes anyway.

"You watch the pet names, Munson. That's my girl you're talking to." he said. 

Eddie gave him an impish grin before sliding around to sit on the stool next to yours. 

"So tell me Miss Culinary Queen.  What's on the menu?  If it's anything like those cakes you brought for your birthday, or maybe it was Christmas in middle school then I'm in!" he said. 

Chrissy startled everyone with her gasp, "Oh my god! Yes! Those little chocolate cakes with the, the, uh chocolate syrup or fudge or something on the inside?" 

"Oh, those were lava cakes." you said. 

"Yes!" Chrissy said. 

"And they were made up to look like actual volcanoes." Eddie said. "Fucking rad, man.   And they were good as fuck. I could eat one right now." 

"Thank you." you said getting to your feet and heading to the freezer. "Um, well, it's not lava cake. But it's homemade ice cream. It's lime and coconut.  And, uh, I have toppings too. And chocolate covered bananas. And chocolate sauce and caramel syrup.  In- In- In case anyone wants a sundae or something." 

There was a murmur of excitement and soon enough the group of people were enjoying their frozen treats and having a good time. 

Billy slid an arm around your waist and pulled you down on his lap, eliciting a small giggle from you. 

"Saved you some." he said, holding out a little cup. 

"Thank you." you said, pecking his cheek. 

"No problem, baby." he said, holding up his cup to yours. 

You clinked the plastic with his, and let the ice cream dance on your tongue. 

And maybe life wasn't perfect. 

Maybe the day had sucked. 

Maybe Home Ec would always be a pain in the ass. 

But you had a guy who loved you and would clearly go to any depths he could to make you happy. 

And that was all you could really ask for. 

"Hey, you know, Y/N. I've literally been trying to talk to you for years but like, every time I get close, you bolt or something." Eddie said. 

"Watch it, Munson." Billy said. 

His glare was soft but still made you giggle and peck his cheek again. 

"Easy, Kujo." Eddie teased him before turning his attention back to you. "I meant as a friend. I just think you look cool is all.  I see the little projects you do sometimes and they're pretty badass.  I've always kinda thought we'd be good friends." 

"Oh." you said, shock coloring your tone. "Well, I mean, I didn't mean to run away.  I guess I was just preoccupied or maybe I thought I was in the way. But, but thank you.  I, uh, I've seen your band before.  You guys are awesome." 

Eddie grinned massively and you smiled back. 

And Billy had an inkling that perhaps he'd done more than cheer you up. 

Maybe just maybe… he'd brought a couple of friends together. 

= 

Hey, loves.  So now I'm fucking soft again.  NO ONE TOUCH ME!  *sobs*  

Anyway, I hope you liked it and I would love to hear your thoughts! 

Be nice to yourself and please drink a cup of water today! 

Love, K 

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[mindflayerhargrove]

Cry About it

Toxic!Billy Hargrove x toxic! Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence/physical abuse, toxic relationship, injuries mentioned, angst, not-so-happy ending, sad reader, sad Billy, please let me know if I missed any, it’s my first fic!!

Summary: Kind of was inspired by Love the Way You Lie by Eminem (ft. Rihanna). But I also added a line from Happier than Ever by Billie Eilish too, because it made sense.

Authors note: YALL, I’m scared. I’m terrified. I wrote this so sporadically throughout the day, I don’t even know how it is because I know if I read it, I’ll change my mind. So, I’m take a chance and posting this now. I kind of based this off a song, but it’s how I envisioned a relationship with Billy Hargrove would be like, just because the SOB would be toxic. But I’m nervous and scared and didn’t quite proofread so I’m so sorry if it’s shit. But anyways, hope y’all at least find it decent!!

Ps: also the formatting is shit because I don’t own a laptop and wrote this on the google docs app, just to paste it here 🤗.

Your wobbly legs bring you up the steps into the Hargrove residence. You fumble with the keys, your hands shaky as you jam the correct one and unlock the door. Without much of a second glance behind you, you slam the door, only for it to be caught by Billy’s hand.

“The fuck you trying to slam doors for?” He shouts. He was already starting this shit. Not even five minutes of entering his house and he was starting his bullshit.

“Cry about it.” You snapped back.

You stomp over to the room on the left side of the hallway and swing the door open. His heavy footsteps trailed behind you, and before you could attempt to shut the door again, he stopped it with his boot cladded foot.

“Dont fucking walk away from me. What’s your fucking problem?” He flails his arms out, letting them fall back to his side with a dramatic ‘thud’.

You kept your back turned to him, arms crossed over your heaving chest. You shut your eyes for a moment as if to calm yourself down in some way, but you don’t answer him. He knew very well what your ‘problem’ was - it was a trick question, really.

“Huh? Look at me when I’m talking to you, y/n,” he stares at the back of your head, and when he doesn’t get a response, he felt anger bubble in the depths of his core, “I said fucking look at me!” He shouted suddenly, making you jump.

You didn’t understand how things escalated within such a small amount of time between the two of you, but it seemingly always did. You invited him to be your plus one at someone’s house party. The night was going well, you two were having a blast. That was until he saw you chatting up the town’s freak, Eddie Munson, near the house’s back entrance. Billy saw red. In his eyes, you had been flirting with the metalhead; the way you nudged his shoulder playfully or how your head threw back in a fit of laughter at one of his stupid ass jokes. Everything happened so quickly as he approached the two of you, threatening to throw punches if the little shit didn’t scram.

It wasn’t a secret your relationship with him was..complicated. You lost count on how many public arguments and screaming matches you both got into at school. Everyone who was rooting for the two of you changed their minds rather quickly. You were y/n l/n, the girl who finally tamed Billy Hargrove. Little did they know.

You whipped around, now facing a red-faced Billy. “You’re kidding, right? You can’t be that dense Hargrove, come on.” You let out a dry laugh, giving him a look that only fueled his anger more.

“You’re really going to sit there and act like you didn’t just embarrass me in front of my friend? In front of all of Hawkins High!” You held your arms out and they too fell to your sides.

He scoffed. “Embarrass you? How do you think I felt, when..when my fucking girlfriend was all over some other prick, huh? How do you think that made me feel, y/n? You made me look like a fucking cuck in front of everyone.” He dragged his hand along his chin as if in disbelief.

“You know what I think, y/n, ” He began, taking a few steps toward you, “I think you like doing this to me. You like hurting me, don’t you?” He was closer to you now. You take an instinctive step back, your neck craning to meet his burning gaze. His eyes were red from the alcohol he consumed earlier that night.

“You’re fucking ridiculous.” You whispered. He chuckled darkly.

“And you’re a fucking slut.”

Your eyes widened at his statement. It came out from his lips with no remorse, with such ease. Did he really think that lowly of you? The same person who stood by him all this time, despite the constant degrading and making you feel as though you were inferior. The same girl who welcomed him to her home with open arms whenever his dad gave him another black eye or the stress of his own home was getting too much. You offered him an escape for a little while, protected him with everything you had as you held him close when he needed to muffle his sobs from the outside world. This is what your boyfriend really felt about you?

Without thinking, you raised your hand and went to connect it to his face, but in your inebriated state your movements were slower. Apparently it wasn’t the same to him. You caught your wrist in his hand and squeezed it tightly, inching closer to you so you walked back, consequently cornering yourself between the wall and himself. A whimper traps in your throat as you desperately try to pry your wrist from his iron grasp.

“B-billy..y-you’re hurting me..” your voice was hoarse,barely above an octave, hinting at the small amount of fear in the pit of your stomach.

“Billy, Billy,” he mocked, his words laced with venom, “stop your fucking whining. This is what you wanted, right? To piss me off, hm?”

You can’t remember a time you’ve seen him this angry. It almost scared you. No matter how bad your arguments were or how much you’ve managed to frustrate him, he’s never laid a finger on you. Ever. You found yourself cowering, lowering yourself as his face inched closer. He yanked you up to your feet, his free hand coming to grab ahold of your jaw and force you to look at him. Another whimper escaped your parted lips.

“What’s wrong? You were talking so much shit on the way here, now you have nothing to say?”

You turned your head. You were shaking now. This wasn’t Billy. This wasn’t the same man you fell head over heels for. The same man who held you close during your darkest hours; the same man who promised you that he would take you awake from Hawkins once you both graduated. Something that you once looked forward to, but now the idea terrified you.

“Look at me y/n,” He hummed in a dangerous tune, “I said fucking look at me.” He snapped your head towards his direction, making you gasp.

You felt your chest tightening with the little space you had. The walls were closing in on you and there was no escape. With tears streaming down your face you placed your hands on his chest and gave a push.

“Get off of me.” You croaked. When he wouldn’t budge, you gave another push, making him stumble slightly, but to no avail, he didn’t move another muscle. Your gaze met his for a mere second and was met with a smug look on his face. This prick was enjoying this.

“I said fucking get off of me Billy.” You moaned, warning him a final time.

“Or what, gonna cry some more? Gonna call me more names?” He gave you a fake pout, his head lowering to make you look him in the eyes.

You’ve gone feral now, shoving at his chest with all your might, sobs finally coming forth with the built up frustrations and hurt from tonight. From the day before, from weeks prior. He placed both hands on the wall to enclose you as you now used your shoulder to run into his body, only to be met with a pathetic “thump”.

“Calm down,” he warned, his tone rising in his own frustration, but it didn’t stop you from fighting for your free space, “Jesus fucking Christ calm down!”

His hand grabbed a hold of your jaw once more, pinning you against the wall behind you. The sudden movement made your head fly back towards the barrier behind you. You let out a muffled cry. Your eyes brimmed with more tears as the dull ache at the back of your head began to turn into a throb. You closed your eyes and shook your head mumbling out words even you couldn’t quite make out through your sobs. Billy couldn’t do anything but stare at your face. For a moment his hardened features softened. He felt his own eyes sting with tears.

This isn’t what he wanted. In hindsight, he knew he had been the source of all his problems; his possessiveness and inability to trust you fully tugged at something inside of him that made him react in ways he didn’t quite understand himself. Even through it all, you stayed by his side. He never questioned it, but he never understood how someone could be so willing to stay with him. So patient with him and open to calming him down whenever hell broke loose.

But this,

This was his lowest. No matter how angry you’ve gotten him, he never thought to have you crying while he put his hands on you. It didn’t settle in the damage he caused until he saw you press your head against the wall to gain some momentary relief from the pain aching in your skull.

“Fuck..fuck!” He pushed himself off of you and began paced across his bedroom. His fingers ran through his hair and tugged. Anxiety and frustration still sat heavy on his chest.

You allowed yourself to slide onto the carpeted floor, knees brought to your chest. You hugged your legs to yourself and rested your head on your kneecaps. You couldn’t look at him - not like this. The room remained quiet except for the occasional mutterings that came from him.

His eyes fell on you and your small frame. If heartbreak could kill, he’d drop dead upon looking at you. The man rushed to your side, kneeling in front of you carefully, as if you’d break if he’d touch you. And maybe you would. From the quiet sobs and shaking, you were no more fragile than a porcelain doll.

“Baby..baby..” he whispered urgently to you. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, rubbing small circles in a soothing manner.

Under his touch you tense up. You shrugged him off and pushed yourself up to your feet. Billy watched you grab the stuff you had thrown on the floor upon your arrival, scurrying to throw them back in your purse.

“Baby, what are you..what..hey, hey,” he rushed up to you once more, trying to grab ahold of your arm but you yanked it from his gentle grasp.

“Don’t! Don’t..just..don’t.” You put your hand up to him and shook your head.

“Y/n, please, just listen..look, I’m sorry. Okay? I didn’t mean to..I just..I got so upset and I didn’t see,”

“Didn’t see what, Billy, huh? How you put your hands on me? Made me feel small for the..,” you pretended to count in your head, “hundredth time? What didn’t you see exactly?” You stared at him blankly, waiting for some kind of explanation that you knew you weren’t going to get.

“I just..I..,” he sputtered out with desperation, “I saw you with him and..and I just..y/n. I’m sorry..I really am. It won’t happen again, baby, please just don’t..” he found himself blocking his doorway.

“Billy..we can’t keep doing this. This,” you gestured towards the both of you, “isn’t healthy. We’re not healthy.”

Tears stung his eyes as his lower lip began to tremble. If there was one thing that made sense in this hick town it was you. You kept him sane but drove him off the deep end all in one. You were his sanctuary, his home, but could make him feel so unwanted and needy at the same time. But he wouldn’t have it any other way; it’s what he wanted, what he was comfortable with. The idea of losing you was a risk he didn’t want to take. He was never good at letting go, after all.

“Sweetheart, don’t say that. Don’t fucking say that,” he took your hands and held them close to his chest. He peppered your knuckles and fingertips with soft kisses, just how he knew you liked, “I need you, baby. I can’t do this alone without you.”

Now it was your turn to hold back your tears. Your bottom lip trembled as you stared down at him. Your heart would have fluttered at the sight, but it just brought more sadness to your aching chest. You gently removed your hands from him and shook your head.

“I’m not good for you. I’m not, okay? It isn’t just you Billy..I..” you sighed and turned your heel.

“Not good for me?” He asked incredulously. It didn’t register with him how you could even think that. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You scoff and roll your eyes.

“No..I mean it,” he sits at the edge of his bed, pulling you to him to sit beside him. “,I can’t imagine anyone else who can relate to me in any way..make me feel something other than lonely or..or..worthless..I just can’t..”

You looked at him, a bit taken back, but angry by his choice of words. Relate to you, you thought. The anger earlier from tonight finally surfaced again. You stood up and towered over him. A shaky finger pointing at your chest.

“Relate to you? Relate to you? No, I don’t relate to you at all,” you arms added emphasis to your words, “because I would never treat me this shitty, Billy Hargrove.”

He looked up at you with wide eyes. He was too stunned to speak. You picked up your bags in a hurry and turned your heels. With your hand on the doorknob, a glance over your shoulder you shake your head.

Part of you felt you were making a huge mistake leaving him. There was a pang of guilt. There was a fear of what lay dead ahead. The end of Y/n l/n and Billy Hargrove. A scary ending indeed but one that couldn’t have felt more..freeing to you.

“Goodbye, Billy..”

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Same Old Hawkins, Or Not? | Part Four

PART Four | Divert, Distract and Damnation

Summary: If the night isn't dramatic enough, Billy Hargrove came and tries to ruin your plans. It was a good thing you already have a plan. You just need to apply to him before you go to the Mind Flayer. Divert, Distract and Damnation.

Warnings: Violence and degrading words. Trigger Warning for panic attacks.

Words: 4.4k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Note: Hey guys! Here's part four, a little bit short than the previous two but trust me. Its moves along reader's plot and season 2 plot. I hope you guys like it. PLEASE REBLOG and you can send me an ask about the fic or anything in general really. - J <3

PS. My ask in my main blog somehow cannot be accessed. Here is a working LINK for now. While I try to figure out why its not suddenly working and why I can't view my messages.

PART Two | PART Three | Series Masterlist

Will be posted on Ao3 soon!

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“Max, I know you are in there! Come out you little shit!” Billy shouted from outside. All of you backed up from the window and looked at each other.

“We have to get rid of him first,” Lucas said as he looked at Steve, then Eddie and lastly you. 

“If he got me, I don’t know what he would do,” Max spoke up as she stepped forward. “Since coming here, he has been angry at everything. He can’t take it out to my mom, so he takes it out….” Max trailed off as she looked at everybody and finally to Steve.

“To you.” Steve said with finality as he closed his eyes. You clenched your fist learning that as you looked over at Max. She was already looking back at you and shrugged. You can’t help but walk towards her and enveloped her in your arms.

“I don’t know what he will do if he gets me. Niel probably told him to find me and stopped him from going on a date with a girl at motel 6,” She added as she buried her face against your neck.

Eddie and you looked at each other, understanding that reference. A gossip Eddie shared from a source he refused to say. 

“Basically he’s pissed off,” Steve mumbled as Billy shouted again. He turned towards the door and to the group. “Everybody stay here. I’ll deal with him.”

You stepped right in front of Steve. “He’s pissed off Steve. He could take it out on you,”

“It might end up in a fight man,” Eddie offered as he looked at the two of you.

“Then I'll fight him,” Steve said as he glared at the door. “Besides it's high time he is put into his place,”

“What are you even going to say?” You asked.

Steve then stopped and turned. “Right, I should tell him to fuck off and probably say Max isn’t here,” Before you could even protest he walked out. All of you went to the window trying to see what was going on. You told Max to stay where she is so that he wouldn’t be able to see him. The conversation between Steve and Billy is muffled not until he suddenly barges inside. 

Steve is already after him and Billy stopped as he saw Max. You stood protectively over her. Shielding her. Billy’s eye landed on you and he smirked.

“I should have known, the Harrington’s tend to stick together,” He said with a laugh and then he turned to Max.

“Well, I just really like being up to your business asshole,”

“I’ll deal with you next time Bitch,” That raised the hackles on Steve and Eddie. Eddie finally stepped in his view with a stern look while Steve just cursed back at him to shut up.

Billy ignored them as he looked back at Max.  “Come on Maxine. Let’s go,” 

“No.” Max said and that angered Billy as he took a menacing step forward. Steve hurriedly went past him to stop him and Billy just grunted as he pushed Steve away.

“I said, let’s fucking go,”

“She already said No, dumbass,” It was Lucas who spoke up and Billy looked at him.

“Sinclair, after I dealt with her. You are fucking dead. Sinclair, you are dead!”

Steve apparently had enough as he turned towards Billy. Already having three that is under his protection being threatened. He had enough.

“No, you are,” Steve swung back and threw the first punch. Your eyes widened at that and you moved forward wanting to stop them but Eddie didn’t let you. You turned to him as he shook his head.

“We have to stop them Eddie!” You exclaimed as you get out of his grip but Eddie kept a steady hold on you. “Eddie! Do something!” You just exclaimed as you now watch Steve being punched repeatedly by Steve.

Eddie hesitated before he let you go and started to pull Billy off him. Though the bigger guy anticipated it and punched Eddie back twice before he fell on his ass. 

“You fucker!” You shouted and without anything at all you jumped on him. Trying to choke him up but he just easily lifted you up and slammed you on the ground. Steve is already unconscious and Eddie is trying to lift his ass off the ground as he watches you get thrown down.

The moment it did as your back connected on the floor, your vision shifted and suddenly it was not Billy Hargrove standing right in front of you. Men, masked men you didn’t know hover above you as pain you haven’t felt like before racked your body.

“Tell us where your father kept it?! Tell us!”

“You won’t speak. Well, you are going to open that mouth after this!”

“Tell us now or we won’t stop and do worse bitch!”

You cried out and thrashed around. Letting your body fight off the pain. You didn’t even notice that it wasn’t Billy anymore that hovered above you. That Max had injected him with the solution that they used to make Will asleep. You didn’t notice the fear and the shock on all of their faces as they watched you trash around as if seeing something that wasn’t there.

Eddie who finally got out of the dizzy spell was already calling out your name but you are too caught up with the image and the pain on your back.

“Please! Stop! Please!” You cried out as Eddie caught your hand and pulled you up until you are in his arms. He swiftly turned you until your back met his chest and pulled you against him. His arms wrapped around you like steel bonds as he called out your name.

“Sweetheart, come on. Come back to me. You’re okay!” Eddie exclaimed but you kept struggling against him. Your eyes close as you continue to trash around.

“If you are not going to be useful. We might as well find something to do with you.”

“You are a pretty girl, why don’t you give us a show?”

“Please! I don’t know anything!” You cried out as tears cascaded with your closed eyes. Eddie, desperate to bring you back, started to murmur against your ear.

“Come on sweetheart. You are safe. This is Eddie. Your Eddie, come on come back to me. Come back to me baby,” He rocked you back and forth. The rest of the kids watched in curious fascination while they also watched over Billy who is unmoving but awake on the floor.

You were still caught up with the image but as you walk through it, you hear a voice. Distant and it gets louder and louder against the voices.

“Look at you! So pretty!”

“We will surely enjoy this! If you won’t talk maybe we can use your mouth for something else,”

“You are ours to—”

Then you finally heard your name as soon as you did. The voices stopped and the image was gone. You followed it trying to decipher who it was finally when the voice became clear. You recognized it.

Eddie?

Everything came rushing back to you. Where you are and what happened as your eyes shot open with a gasp. You looked around in the room to see Lucas, Mike and Dustin standing in the distance while Max hovered over Billy. The Bat with Nails on her hands as she threatened Billy after you stopped crying out. Then your eyes went over Steve who remained immobile.

At first there is no sound coming out from everyone then a ringing came and with a pop. You finally heard Eddie.

“That’s it sweetheart. Comeback to me, that’s it.” You heard Eddie mumble as you breathed out before you slumped against him. Your head goes straight to his neck.

“What happened?” You mumbled but jumped as you looked over to see Max hit the floor in between Billy’s thighs. The boy looked down and laid back as he repeated what Max said before finally losing consciousness.

“You hit the floor, once you did you started to trash around as if you are seeing something that is not there,” Eddie told you as the kids had grown quiet as they looked over you. You shifted your half lidded eyes to them. Shit. Have you had a full blown flashback? “You looked like you had a panic attack or something,”

Double shit. 

“A-are you okay?” Max asked in a small voice and you lifted your head.

“Yeah, I just panicked I guess. I hate having my back hit,” You explained they look unconvinced but they didn’t have time to ask as you made them remember the main concern. “We still have to do the diversion. Why don’t you guys get the gasoline and pack some things?”

You looked over at poor Steve. “We’ll fix things here on Steve.” You told them weakly as you felt your body melting against Eddie who kept his firm hold on you.

“What car are we going to use?” Dustin asked as Mike and Lucas moved to start gathering the things they needed. 

“Billy’s. We can fit in there,” Max said as she looked over at the Camaro. 

“Who's going to drive?” Mike asked the group as he brought down gasoline cans from the back with Lucas while Dustin hurriedly went around the house. Picking up shades, goggles and clothing.

“That would be me,” Eddie offered as the three teens looked down at him. 

“I-I can–” You started to offer willing yourself to move but to no avail, it's like your limbs shut off. 

“No, you can barely move. That took out a lot on you. I’ll drive.” Eddie said as he looked over at Steve. “Just gather the things you need and then I’ll move both of them to the car.”

“Might as well start patching Steve up,” Dustin said as he brought out a first aid kit.

“We don’t have time. We do it in the car,” Eddie mumbled as he carefully lifted you up. You willed yourself to stand and luckily your legs cooperated but most of your weight is still on Eddie.

“Lay me on the sofa first,” You told him and he carefully brought you there as you gathered your strength again. You watched as Eddie struggled a bit on carrying Steve since the guy is taller than him but Lucas and Mike hurriedly helped him. Soon, everything is in the car including the kids.

Thankfully, that is also enough for you to at least push yourself up to stand. Eddie hurriedly went after you. His eyes landed on the unconscious Billy for a moment before he closed the door of the Byers House.

“The car is a bit packed so, you are going to sit on my lap while driving,” he told you casually and that made you stop to look at him. 

“Can we fit?” You asked as you looked back at Billy’s car. You can see Steve is in the backseat with Mike and Dustin while Lucas and Max try to fit inside the passenger’s seat.

Eddie smiled as he guided you towards the driver’s side. “Yeah, you are a tiny little thing spitfire.” He said as he opened the door and sat. He adjusted it a bit in a way that he can still hold on to the steering wheel and his feet landed on the pedals. “You just need to sit sideways. So I can still hold on to the driving stick,”

You looked at him and you know it's not the time. You also came out of a possible first panic attack of your life and here you are feeling the heat on your cheeks. A good distraction.

“Come on Sweetheart, we do not have time,” Eddie said as he offered his hand to you. You just took a deep breath before sitting on his lap. You adjust until your feet are on the middle console. Thank God you had half a mind to wear jeans today. You silently apologized to Lucas and Max who just shrugged.

Eddie moved to close the door and casually put one arm around your waist until he can reach the steering wheel while the other on the driving stick. The engine was already on as Billy did not bother to turn it off when he entered the house. He looked around the kids before he landed on you.

“Everyone ready?”

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“Just wrapped it carefully around his head,” Mike instructed Dustin who in return bickered back at him. During the first few minutes of the drive, you tried to recenter your thoughts and process what happened back at the house.

It was so sudden the flashbacks and thank God for a small thing that Steve was unconscious. Not that the reason he was unconscious was good but it sure as hell would be a pain because Steve would now insist on talking and asking questions. You are not ready for that.

It was also a good thing a crisis is going on because the kids looked to be preoccupied on the current task at hand. The confrontation with Billy back at the Byers house and your panic attack was quickly put into the back burner. Distraction is a good thing right now, which is something the group originally needs to do to help the others. So, you took those moments to gather your wits and yourself.

That time, Mike instructed Eddie on where to go and he drove there like a madman. It was the first time you were subject to his driving. It would have been thrilling and exciting if it's on your bike but with a car? Its like you are in fucking rollercoaster. 

You are currently clutching onto him tightly. It doesn’t really help that you have found yourself in his arms numerous times tonight. Though it looks like the metalhead doesn’t mind. In fact he was the one who insisted for you to sit on his lap while he drove.

“You okay there?” Eddie asked quietly as he chanced a glance at you before looking ahead on the road. You nodded as you tried not to stare at him too much. Your eyes scanned over his features before it landed on the blooming bruise on his temple and his cut lip.

“Are you ok–woah!” You clutched on to him as he accidentally hit a curb as he made a turn.

“Sorry!” He exclaimed as he looked over at everyone. Though that might be the jostle Steve needs to wake up as he groans.

“Hey buddy,” you heard Dustin greet him. You leaned further through the driver’s door to look behind to see Steve finally coming into it. You instinctively laid your chin against Eddie’s shoulder as you watched their exchange.

“You did your best, you and Eddie but Billy is quite strong, buddy. But you are great! You are perfect!” Dustin said to Steve. “You lost that fight but I think it's better that you live another day.”

“What the hell–” Steve turned to see you and Eddie in the driver seat while Max and Lucas sat in the passenger. Mike offered a sheepish smile. “What– Billy!” He exclaimed as he sat up but he groaned when he did. 

“He’s unconscious back there,” You supplied as you pointed behind the general direction of the house.

Steve slowly turned around, confusion on his face. “At the trunk?”

“No, back at the house,” Dustin supplied.

“Fuck, who the hell–woah!” Eddie hit another curb as he took a sharp turn. You squealed and held on to him. Eddie kept on apologizing as he did so though one of his hands left the steering wheel to clutch on to you. Steve who finally came out of his haze fixed his eyes towards you and Eddie’s position.

“Okay, I kept on seeing the both of you cuddled up! Care to share to me what the hell is going on between you two?” Steve said. The kids also looked over the two of you. Eddie remained quiet while you blushed.

“I think we have important matters to attend to,” You told him and Steve was about to protest when Eddie finally stopped the car.

“We're here.” He announced. All of you looked forward and saw the big hole on the ground. The grass is dead and blackened. The side effect of the upside down infection.

“Okay, everybody out and we talk strategy!” Steve commanded and the kids followed. Though he stopped both of you by holding on to Eddie’s shoulder. “The three of us will have to talk,” He warned as put on a stern expression. Well, as much as he can since he is sporting a black eye and bruises all over his face. 

You just glared back at him and Eddie adding fuel to the fire. Held on to your jean clad thigh and tried to calm you down by rubbing circles with his thumb. Steve saw that movement and grunted.

“Will you please just not touch my cousin and move out. We need to get this over with,” Steve said and you blushed furiously at that. Steve stepped and you looked at Eddie.

Despite Steve’s underlying irritation, Eddie is apparently looking at you with softness in his eyes.

“Do we really have something to talk about later?” Eddie asked you quietly and you blinked at him.

Do you? You asked yourself as you looked at Eddie. He continues to caress your thigh with his thumb. You want to. Who are you even kidding anymore? The moment Eddie came into your life. You wanted it to be later on everything. Meet him later after the campaigns. Be more later with him during Wednesday night. More of it. Also, he kind of saw the panic attack and surprisingly, you wanted to explain that to him. 

Suddenly you felt a soft touch on your forehead and the next thing you know, you have Eddie inches in your face. He has leaned his forehead against you and bumped it before moving only an inch away.

“You were gone for a second there,” he told you quietly. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder tighter this time and Eddie pulled you as close as he could. You leaned your forehead against his as you closed your eyes.

“There is a later, if you want to.” You mumbled and you felt a rumble against your side before you felt him move. You blushed as you felt his lips against your temple.

“I would love that, sweetheart,” You smiled at that. Though your moment is cut short when there is a loud bang on the hood of the car. The two of you jumped and looked to see everyone looking at both of you. Mixture of disgust, exasperation and specifically anger from Steve face the both of you.

He held the baseball and Katana with a glare. “Are you two finished or do you need another minute?” He asked sarcastically.

+++++++++++

“You two will be our eyes okay?” Steve reminded Max and Lucas. “And when the demodogs come, what will you do?”

“We run towards the car and lock it.” Max recited and Steve raised a brow at Lucas who rolled his eyes.

“And do not be a hero.” Lucas said and Steve nodded. Satisfied that the kids heard him, he turned to the other group. You secured a bandana (Courtesy of Eddie, much to Steve’s irritation) around your mouth and nose as Eddie helped you with tightening the strap of your Katana. He was already wrapped up with the black bandana he keeps over his left back pocket and has shades on. 

Dustin warned all of you that the fumes can be toxic and it's best to go in there covered up. 

“The rest of us going down there, nobody will stray from the path you got it?” He looked at Mike and Dustin who nodded as they secured their backpacks.

"Munson, you take the rear." Steve barked at Eddie. 

"Got it." He just said and then Steve looked at you. 

"No impulse movements," He pointed at you. Thankfully you already put on the goggles and merely roll your eyes "Stop with the attitude too," He added as if he sensed it and you just shrugged.

"Now, let's go," It was Steve who went in first, then Mike and then Dustin. You were next and Eddie reached out to guide while Steve did the same but you shook your head.

"I can handle it boys," you said and looked over at the three before you motioned with your head. "Move."

They easily moved away from the hole. You looked at Eddie as you sat on the edge as you let your feet dangle. You finally could feel all your limbs, it must have been the adrenaline since the panic attack but you have to show some strength here or else Steve would notice something is off.

"See you down there," you said before you let yourself fall. Your hands help your body not to fall down as you grip the edges of the hole. You dangled a bit before you let go and dropped down.

The three men looked at you. You dusted yourself off before you looked up to them.

"What? Is it the first time you saw a girl handle herself?" You told them as you moved out of the way for Eddie. 

"She's no way your cousin Steve,"

"Shut up Henderson"

The five of you started to walk carefully through the cave. Careful on your steps and watching out for the slithering vines. The five have a few scares when you hear screeches and slithering in the distance. Bracing yourselves every time but there was no sight of the demodogs. After a few more minutes the five of you reached an opening and saw numerous pods in it.

“Holy shit,” Dustin breathed out as the five of you looked around in terrified awe.

“I think we should do this fast,” Eddie supplied and that spurred the five of you to move. Taking your own corners you slather it with the fuel that Max and Lucas helped to bring down with you. 

Once you are done, the five of you stood at where you came from.

“I think we should light this shit up,” Steve warned before he fished out the lighter and opened it.

“Time for the damnation,” Dustin declared and Steve simply threw the lighter far enough which landed on the fuel line. The fire started immediately and Steve encouraged the rest of you to go.

The five you moved quickly as you can, before the demodogs rain down on the five of you. Despite the confidence of having weapons, three versus hundreds is still not a fair fight.

You were at the rear with Eddie. Both of you with weapons in hand as you looked ahead while the three are focused on making the fuel line. Suddenly you heard a skitter and you stopped abruptly. Eddie moved by reflex stopping Dustin who in turn stopped Mike and who signaled Steve. Steve was about to protest but Mike stopped him as he urged him to turn.

The five of you froze as all of you face a one single demodog sniffing around. Then Dustin started to walk towards it. Eddie and Steve scrambled to stop him but he protested.

“It's Dart. Look at the yellow streak on the back,” Dustin said and there it is. The yellow streak that distinguishes Dart among the rest. You watched in fascinated how Dustin approached it like a dog and in a way recognized Dustin. Dustin carefully pulled out a candy bar and when he offered it to Dart. The demodog went for it.

Dustin frantically told the rest of you to move, which you did. Crisis averted. Hastily everybody ran to the hole.

“Go go go!” Steve shouted and Eddie grabbed the nearest kid which was Mike. Max and Lucas must have heard them because they are already there helping Eddie with Mike. You pushed Dustin towards Eddie who had a bit of a hard time helping him up since Dustin isn’t exactly as light as Mike.

“Come on Henderson!” A loud screech was heard from the distance and then a roar as the cave rumbled. Dustin failed to climb up and fell on his ass while the three of you floundered a bit to keep your footing. It felt like being in the Van again and it sent you to your ass as Eddie and Steve held on against the walls. 

“We have to move, come on!” Steve shouted but it was too late as your eyes widened at the hordes of demodogs coming your way. Another loud screech was heard from a distance. 

“Shit shit shit!” Dustin screeched. You didn’t know what happened next but you were dragged by the arms and into someone’s chest. You held on to them for dear life as you closed your eyes. Waiting for your impending doom. The only thing you heard was the curses coming from the three boys and the three kids. You clutched on tighter waiting for it but– it never came. 

“What?” You opened your eyes when you heard Dustin and you slowly looked around you as the demodogs didn’t even notice the four of you and moved towards somewhere. You clutched tighter though if that was possible and it only registered to you that it was Eddie who caught you in his arms again. His woodsy scent and underlying smell of vanilla with a bit of sweat came into you. Not that you smell him. 

He was looking around too, bewildered as to why you guys are not dead yet and then it was over as the last of demodogs disappeared around the corner. 

“What happened? Why didn’t they come after us?” Steve asked, too shocked too as he held Dustin close. The kid was shaking in fear.

“Eleven,” you breathed out as you looked up at Mike and the others. “They must be closing the gate now.”

“Well, so much for the diversion and distraction.” Steve mumbled but then you heard screeches at the distances. The fire that you started started to crawl around the cave.

“We should get the hell out of here,” You declared as you looked back at the three of them. “Before we got caught up into Damnation.”

“Agreed”

To be continued.

[pappydaddy]

Addicted (b.h.)

A/N: I’m back (probably going to not post another story for a while again tho so, sorry!😂) This is inspired by Nicotine by Panic! At The Disco. This was originally supposed to be Steve, but when I started writing it, I just felt like it didn’t fit him and Billy just kinda felt write. I’m not really sure how the idea came up to make this about Billy but oh well!

PS: Trying some new things with the formatting with this one (GIF, indent, keep reading, etc) and I think I kinda like it!! Might keep doing them!

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Unnamed Fem!Reader Trigger Warnings: Talk about addiction (drug, nicotine, etc) in a metaphorical sense but still there, angst!!!! Unrequited feelings, FWB relationship - I think I got it all! masterlist | taglist | wips | navigation - not my gif -

He knew he’d die for her. It was a side effect of loving her. It was like smoking. You crave the taste of nicotine even though you know full well that it will kill you. Billy craved her like he craved his cigarettes. She started out like one of his many other conquests, but after one night with her, he was hooked. He felt this high that he had never felt before. He was chasing the dragon so to speak. When his lips crashed to hers that night, it was like the first time he had taking a drag from one of his father’s cigarettes (that he had left haphazardly after throwing the pack against the dining table). 

  After that fateful clashing of their lips, Billy had felt like the roles were reversed. Instead of her being the one to follow him around, begging for at least one last hit of him, he was following her around - desperate for another high. By some grace of God, though Billy wasn’t spiritual in anyway, she wasn’t too much like him and let them develop a friends with benefits relationship. The only thing: she will never love him. She made that abundantly clear after every secret meeting they had. Like a drug dealer and the needy junkie. No relationship aside from their “professional” relationship. 

  Billy could still taste her cherry flavoured lip balm was he laid there in his bed. She sat on the edge of his bed, throwing her clothes back on. He watched her, still somewhat blissed out from the height of his high, the crushing repercussion and neediness soon to come crashing on top of him in a few hours. She combed her fingers through her hair, inspecting herself in the mirror as she did. He quickly darted his eyes away from her incase she noticed him stare in the mirror, not wanting her to know that he had caught feelings for her. 

  “See you in two days,” She asked, standing up as she slipped her shoes on. He looked up at her, seeing her occupied with digging around her purse for her car keys. Billy knew she wasn’t good for him, that their relationship wasn’t good for him, but it was like a drug he couldn’t get enough of. He wanted it so bad that he didn’t even care. She pulled the keys from her bag, looking up at him, waiting his answer. He wanted to quit her, but he couldn’t. Each time he’d fall from his high, he’d swear the next time was the last time, but he never fallowed through - never told her he wanted it to end. She leaned over, pressing a parting kiss to his lips. It was gentle as the cherry taste attacked his mouth again. “Billy?” She hummed as his mind went fuzzy, getting his dose of her. 

  He only hummed in response, too absorbed in the fuzzy feeling encapsulating his body, every fiber, every nerve in his body vibrating until they burst with light. She stood up, sliding her bag onto her shoulder and made her way towards the door with a clearing of her throat. His eyes snapped open, watching as she reached for the door handle. He gulped down the lump in his throat, knowing he needed to end this. Every time he came down from his high, with every kiss, he felt himself being weighted down with his unrequited feelings for her. “I actually don’t think we should see each other anymore,” He blurted out. It was better for him to leave rather than her replace him with someone she actually loved. She snapped her head to look back at him, her eyebrows raised in shock, her mouth falling open slightly. “We can meet in two days, but never again after that.” He stood strong, He knew how these things went, he was in her position before, having someone love you when you just wanted to be friends who fucked. Two days turned into four days, four days turned into next week until they never thought of you again and you were left without your drug - in a constant withdrawal. 

  “Oh,” She muttered, still shocked. Billy swallowed thickly, starting to regret ending things with her. “I understand. One last time then no contact?” She bargained as if she had been through this before. She could have very well been through this many times, Billy had no idea. After all, how much did they really know about one another? It wasn’t like they ever talked. He nodded, trying to come off as sure, but it was more like he wanted to agree before he backed out. 

  “One more hit and then cut all ties.” He agreed. She nodded with a soft exhale through her nose. For a second, he felt like she might have feelings for him back from her reaction, but she then shrugged it off as if it were nothing. Pushing down on the door handle, she glanced back at him before opening his door. 

  “See you in two days.” And with that, she opened the door, slipping out before gently closing it behind her. He swallowed thickly again. 

  “Two days. One more time, never again.” He whispered to himself, trying to convince himself that he could do this. He could quit her. Quit her for good. Because she was worse than any drug - too addictive.    

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

S.T. REWRITE - S2:E9; Chapter Nine, The Gate - [Pt. 6 - FINAL PART]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

The survivors turn up the heat on the monstrous force that's holding Will hostage, and Y/n's powers are put to the ultimate test in the process. Eleven makes plans to finish what she started.

A/n: your snowball outfit is completely up to you since everyone is different. IF you need ideas, I have a pinterest board you can look at if you want. My username is the same as my Tumblr, which is in my description. Also, I was wrong again, THIS is the longest chapter. Happy reading!

We’re finally here!!

Ps: you think this chapter is cute jUST WAIT FOR COSMIC 3 🤭😉☺

||3rd Person POV||

"Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock,"

The light and blithe tune of Bobby Helms' classic, 'Jingle Bell Rock' fills the Hawkins Middle School gym as everyone prepares for the annual Snow Ball. A mix of faculty and volunteers are spread across the gym hanging decorations, including Mr. Clarke who finishes hanging the large banner reading; Hawkins Middle Snow Ball '84.

"Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time,"

The Byers house is once more filled with soft music and laughter, smiles are worn by all. In the time of Will's recovery, everyone had been ecstatic to find his memories promptly returned to him. The dark fog over his brain had been cast away, returning to him all his forgotten memories.

Many new drawings hung on the fridge mixed in with older ones, one, in particular, sat front and center for all to see. None more proud to see it than Joyce who had wrapped her son in a tearful hug upon seeing it. It was a bright and smiling picture of Bob in the classic Superman pose, a bright red cape flying behind him and written boldly beneath were three words; Bob Newby Superhero.

"Yeah, you got it. See?" Joyce says, a big smile evident in her voice.

"Mom!" Will pleas, thoroughly embarrassed.

There's another beat of silence as Joyce dances around the living room with her son, a smirking Jonathan off to the side filming.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell Jingle bell rock,"

The two bounce across the floor as he gets used to the rhythm, short bursts of frustrated muttering under his breath do not go unnoticed by his mother.

"Will, honey," she smirks knowingly when he worriedly meets her eyes. "You're doing fine."

He tries to shake the nerves away, and the rising blush attempting to make an appearance. He tries to take his mind off his anxieties and redirects his attention to his older brother. Jonathan seemed intent on getting every angle, and it only put Will on edge further despite the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. After all, it wouldn't be Jonathan if he wasn't trying to document everything.

Still, Will quirks a brow, trying to sound as polite as possible.

"Do you always have to be filming everything?" He asks.

"No, no," Jonathan chuckles, peeking out from behind the camera's scope to smirk at his brother. "Just the good stuff."

Will's eyes flicker from their bouncing feet and his hand on his mother's arm, the other in her hers, unsure. All week he had been racked with nerves as the Snow Ball got closer, not to mention how uptight he had felt all of that day.

Will wanted his dance with Y/n to be perfect.

He had decided early on he would ask her to dance, no matter how nervous he got. After she had saved him, things had been... different between them. They were both a bit of a blushy mess, but never said or did anything about it given Will's recovery. Something had already changed between them when he was rescued from the Upside Down. Since she kissed him on the cheek. But again, both of them had been too scared to do anything, or Dustin, Mike, or Lucas would interrupt before something could happen.

But now? The Snow Ball? Everyone had decided to go as a group, so they would meet up there anyway. But Will decided he couldn't hide it much longer, and he had hopeful suspicion she felt a similar way. So he planned on changing everything tonight.

But none of that put any of his nerves at ease.

What if she said no? Or worse, what is she said yes? And then he would be dancing like this with her and no one else would be, and she'd laugh.

"Are you sure people still dance like this?" Will asks finally.

"Yeah," Joyce shrugs, still bouncing them around the room. "It's what's happenin'."

He looks to her expectantly, only to see her smirking at him. Confused, but allowing himself to feel a bit hopeful, he looks to Jonathan past the camera. Unknowingly, his mother keeps her smirk screwed on her face as her eyes follow Will's.

"Is it what's happenin'?"

Jonathan shrugs, going along with the charade. "Yeah, yeah, it's what's happenin'."

Will lets out his arm, allowing his mother to duck and twirl. She unravels in step, spreading out her arms in a big show and a proud smile before returning to her son's arms.

"That was good," she cheers. "That was good, very good."

Will relaxes, nodding to himself and returning his attention to where he steps.

"Hey," she says softly, bringing his head up to look at her. She grins sweetly, her eyebrows shooting up. "You two are gonna have fun, I know it,"

Jonathan can't stop the chuckle before it breaks loose, and hides behind the JVC as Will turns pink.

"Mom!"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The shutter of Karen Wheeler's polaroid camera hooks sharply into Mike's ears as does the blinding white light of the camera's flash that blinds him. The freshly printed polaroid falls to the ground and she quickly grabs it.

"Oh, wait!" She orders to a stiff and uncomfortable Mike who stands at the end of the stairs in a tie and sweater vest.

"Alright, that's enough," he huffs, hand still on the banister.

"One more, okay?" She pleas. "Just one more."

"Why?"

She grins proudly behind her camera and coos. "You look so handsome."

"Mom!"

"Mike." She retaliates, cheerfully.

The shutter clicks, grabbing another picture of Mike. This time, a pouty and exhausted expression on his face instead of a flat and embarrassed one.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Hey... wanna dance?"

Lucas shakes his head, hands on his hips as he tries to clear his head. He stands before his mirror, working through his nerves as he practices asking Max to dance. He felt a little silly doing it, but he deemed it necessary it if meant he was more prepared to dance with the girl who made his heart skip a beat.

"We should, you know, get out there, like, do our thing... Stop," he tells himself suddenly.

Even he felt himself growing uncomfortable at that request. But he tried again.

He looks at himself in the mirror, raising a finger and gesturing to his reflection. His mouth opens to say something clever, anything, but nothing comes out.

Okay, he needed to shake this. He was better than this! He smacks his face lightly, rubbing his puffed-out cheeks around trying to wake himself up a little more if possible.

"I love this song," he beams into the mirror with a charming smile. "You?"

Okay, that wasn't bad. That could work! He could feel the confidence swelling up in his chest like a balloon.

And then it popped.

"Yeah, I love it." Came an exaggerated, sickly sweet voice from his doorway. "But not as much as I love you, Lukey."

His face drops when he sees Erica in the mirror behind him, a mischievous grin stretching wide across her face. He whirls around to face her and stomps towards her as she bats her eyelashes, feigning innocence.

"Get out of my room!"

The door slams shut, leaving a giggling and rather pleased Erica out in the hallway.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Ow, ow. That hurts." Max protests.

Max sits in front of the mirror, her mother behind her as she pins back her long bangs in one thin braid. She smiles at her daughter through the mirror.

"It's gonna be worth it. Promise."

Max catches movement out of the corner of her eye, and she turns her head to see Billy who had come to a stop outside her door when she caught his eye. He looks at her blankly, testing the waters but she has none of it.

"Jingle bell time is a swell time,"

The radio continues it's Christmas melody, like Susan Hargrove, blissfully unaware of the hostile glare Max holds her stepbrother in. The threat of that night still burns behind her eyes, sending him walking.

She returns her attention to the mirror, where her mother finishes fluffing her long red curls and beams down at her.

"See? Pretty."

The word sends Max into a sigh, and she throws her head back with a groan.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!"

Dustin marches out of his room in a cornflower blue button-up, black suspenders, bowtie, and a frown. He passes his mother who sits in her usual armchair, she is cuddling the family's newest edition; a young kitten she had dubbed Tews. Y/n took quite a disliking to the name, wishing her mother had been less obvious she was trying to replace Mews. Especially since she knew what had really happened to their "missing" cat.

The kitten purrs in delight as Claudia Henderson strokes Tews behind his small ear. She looks over at her son who angrily enters the kitchen, his head of damp curls bouncing near his shoulders.

"Where did you see it last?"

"Right here," he argues, gesturing to the counter. "Where I put it."

"What's in there that's so important anyway?" She asks gently. "You look fabulous, baby."

Dustin's hardened exterior melts, his worry dissolving completely into relief when he spots the brown paper bag hiding away behind a box of 'MeowMix'. He picks it up, testing its weight and he smirks back at his mother.

"Got it,"

Dustin dashes across the living room and back into his bedroom, just missing the sharp and quick ring of the doorbell.

"That's your ride." She perks, eyes darting to the door. "Dusty!"

Dustin unravels the bag on his bed, pulling out the cold tin can of Farrah Fawcett Hairspray, and uncaps it. He glides towards the mirror, taking a deep breath, and starts the first coat.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Soft moonlight spills over the faces of Jim Hopper, El Hopper, and Y/n Henderson as the truck they sit in navigates through the trees and into town. In the time since their defeat of the Mind Flayer, and especially since the latest news of El's adoption, Y/n had been over a handful of times. The only other person having been allowed to the cabin being Mike, each visit carefully planned and spaced out so as to not draw any suspicion.

When the news had been broken to El, she hadn't stopped smiling for weeks. Not only was she finally allowed a normal life, but she was also finally surrounded by people who would love her and nurture her, always. No more uncertainty of where she would end up, or if she were ever allowed to leave. She knew now her freedom was certain.

When she had first broken the news to Y/n, her smile was still screwed to her face as she repeated the word with great excitement.

"Adopted!"

Y/n had erupted into giddy laughter, more than thrilled for her friend. "El, that's fantastic!"

And when Hopper brought home the dress he had picked out - with the welcomed help of Joyce - and told her about the Snow Ball? She was elated. It wasn't long before plans were made with Y/n. And even though Y/n was there to offer her help with getting ready, Hopper couldn't quite pull himself away from offering his own assistance with whatever the girls needed. Whether it be hair, make-up, or simple advice.

He was just happy to have a daughter to worry about again, and she didn't seem to mind.

They now traveled in comfortable silence, the Christmas music on the radio blended with the steady white noise of the engine, and the tires traveling on the road blanketed the silence. El and Y/n sat together in the back seat that had recently been installed, Hopper turning his attention into the radio to give them as much privacy as possible.

El kept her eyes glued on the passing scenery outside her window as she took several deep breaths, her right hand absent-mindedly twirling the braided blue hair tie Hopper had gifted to her around her wrist.

Y/n, recognizing the behavior all too well, smiled timidly at her friend.

"You excited?"

El turned to her friend, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach at the question. Her smile quickly matched Y/n's.

"Yes,"

She takes another deep breath, forcing her shoulders to relax and slowly they sink back down. El is quick to catch the quirked brow sent her way.

"It's okay to be nervous," Y/n says, drawing El's attention back to her.

El looks at her best friend, studying her. She feels herself relax a bit when she senses Y/n's words are completely genuine. Y/n offers El a soft smile that eases away any remaining tension. As the truck passes a clearing in the trees another ray of moonlight glides across Y/n's face, making El smile to herself.

'Pretty,' she thinks.

"It's completely normal to be nervous for a dance," she continues. "I'm nervous about it, too,"

El nods, thinking about this.

"I think it'll be different once you get there," her next words bring a small blush to El's cheeks. "Once you see Mike, I think it'll all get a bit easier,"

There's another beat of silence as El contemplates her words. Finally, she turns to Y/n, this time being the one to pull her attention away from the window to look at her. Her eyebrows raise in question, a small grin tugging at her lips.

"Same with you?"

Y/n's head tilts subconsciously to the side in question.

"What do you mean?"

"With Will? It'll be better when you see him?"

El grinned when Y/n broke away her gaze in a nervous laugh, her ears, and neck beginning to burn.

The two fell into shushed fits of laughter that would sneak back up on them for the rest of the ride. And as the two sat together, continuously feeding into one another's laughter, a warm thought crossed El's mind.

El wasn't quite used to this mood she was in. The mood Y/n had been bringing out in her lately since things had quieted down. It was a giddy and mischievous, light-hearted banter that always cropped up when she felt most relaxed. But she quite enjoyed it, and the feeling it brought to her chest.

El supposed this was what it felt like to have a sister, that this was what it meant. And she enjoyed it immensely.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Steve's car comes to a gradual halt in front of Hawkins middle, a less than eager Dustin in the passenger seat. He had to say he was quite impressed with the kid's technique, he did okay on the hair in his opinion.

"All right, buddy, here we are."

Dustin's eyes are fixed on the propped open entrance to the school where they were taking tickets and his stomach flutters. He takes a long and shaky deep breath.

"So, remember, once you get in there..."

Dustin looks to his friend and nods, affirmatively. "Pretend like I don't care."

"You don't care,"

"I don't care,"

"There you go," Steve chirps. "You're learning, my friend. You're learning."

Dustin nods as if psyching himself up and he eagerly reaches for the review mirror to check his reflection. Wounded at Dustin's self-doubt, Steve frowns, pulling the boy's hand away from the mirror with a gentle voice.

"Hey,"

"What?"

"Come on. You look great, okay? You look," He says, readjusting the mirror and turning to Dustin, giving him an okay sign. "You look great,"

"Okay? Now you're gonna go in there..."

"Yeah,"

"Look like a million bucks," he continues, matter of factly.

"Yeah!"

"And you're gonna slay 'em dead."

Dustin nods, feeling his excitement - and confidence - build at Steve's reassuring words.

"Like a lion." He adds.

He draws back his lips and rolls his tongue in his signature purr. Steve bites back a wince and says as gently as possible. "Yeah, don't do that, okay?"

"Okay," he nods.

Steve sticks out his left palm in gesture, and Dustin takes it happily giving it a firm shake.

"Good luck."

Dustin nods in thanks and exits the car with a blooming sense of pride. Unknowingly, Steve lingers behind assuring he gets in safely, a proud smile tugging at his lips.

When Dustin enters, he takes one swift deep breath expelling the creeping anxieties. He makes his way to the ticket table that Mr. Clarke manages. The teacher in question looks up from his clipboard and smirks.

"Looking very snazzy tonight, sir."

Dustin nods proudly. "Thank you, m'lord."

Dustin drops his ticket into the bowl as Mr. Clarke jots down his name. Steve watches happily from the car, and without his permission, his eyes drift past the young Henderson boy and through the gym doors windows. He can make out Nancy at the punch bowl near the entrance. Her hair is up in curls and on her face is her usual warm smile as she passes out punch to kids.

He feels a tug at his heart at the sight, wishing more than anything things had gone differently between them. But the words exchanged between that one night, ring in his ears. And yet he does not regret them.

Steve knew as he looked at her now, things had worked out for the best. She seemed truly happy, and in the end, that's all he ever wanted for her. A bittersweet look crosses his features as he silently says goodbye to his first love, and quietly he takes off into the night.

Dustin enters the gym, a new rush of excitement overpowering him as he sees the gym transformed. Curtains of silver, and flowing streamers hung in the center stretching out over the center of the gym in a beautiful canopy. The entrance he walked through was lined with three large balloon archways and several soft twinkle lights dangled from the ceiling and walls like stars. And at the very edge of the canopy, was the large glittery letters that hung before it; 'Snow Ball'.

It was surprisingly breathtaking for a small, middle school dance but it was still appreciated. Another deep breath leaves his chest before he stalks forward to tackle the task at hand; finding the rest of the party amongst the crowd. As he passes the punch table, he sends a smirk and a quick salute to the young woman behind it.

"Hey, Nance,"

"Hey," she smiles back.

As the ladle sinks once more into the punch bowl, collecting the contents for the next cup, a young boy approaches the table.

"What's in this?" He asks curiously.

A wistful smirk flickers across her face as she hands him the filled cup. "Pure fuel."

He stalks off with a curious look into his cup, and Nancy takes a moment to rest her arms against the table. Her eyes travel across the gym at the younger kids having fun, and it reminds her of simpler times. She stops when she sees a group of kids at the photo arch, smiling wide as they pose for a photo. The camera flashes and they wander off as Jonathan prepares the next shot. He feels a pair of eyes on him, and he glances over his shoulder to find Nancy.

The two smile warmly at one another, a small but noticeable spark deep in their chests.

Dustin approaches his friends with a grin and enters with a showy twirl, excited to show off his new do. His heart sinks when he's met with several chuckles. Mike even jumped up from his seat, wide-eyed.

"Holy shit, what happened to you?"

His friends circle around him, each of them failing to fight back a smirk.

"What do you mean, what happened?"

"What?" Mike asks bewildered.

"Dude--" Lucas begins, only to be cut off by Max.

"-Your hair!"

Lucas steps forward with a mischievous smirk, his hand reaching up to prod at his friend's styled hair. "Is there a bird nesting in there?"

Dustin pulls away, throwing Lucas's hand away from his head. His eyes dart back and forth between his four giggling friends and whines.

"No, what do you mean, 'what's wrong'?" He glares at Lucas. "There's no bird nesting in here, asshole. Okay?"

Dustin subconsciously pats his work, assuring not a single hair had gone astray. "I worked hard."

Everyone's attention is pulled to the dance floor at the newest song change. Quickly recognizable as Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time blasts through the gym's speakers, they all watch as kids all across the gym pair up for the first slow dance of the night.

Lucas takes a deep breath and turns excitedly to Max.

"Max..." she turns to see him grinning nervously at her. "Um, it's nice, right?"

He looks around at the room, gesturing to the song. A wide and bemused smile breaks out on her face as he continues to stumble. All the while, a deflated Dustin watches the exchange.

"Um, you wanna like, you know...?" Lucas gestures between himself and Max, a hopeful look on his face. "Like, just... you and me?"

"Are you trying to ask me to dance, stalker?"

His face falls as he begins to panic. "Um, no...? Of course not."

The expression breaks when he notices the great look of amusement on her face, and he perks a bit.

"Unless you want to?"

Max sighs despite her grin, interlocking her hand with his own and she shakes her head.

"So~ smooth," she chides lightly, pulling him onto the dance floor. "Come on,"

The three remaining boys stand awkwardly watching off to the side, a bit unsure of what to do. This feeling only worsens for Will when he hears the dreaded nickname he had been itching to escape since the moment he was tagged.

"Hey, Zombie Boy,"

His eyes are pulled to a girl he recognized from class approaching him. She offers a small smile.

"Wanna dance?"

A pit forms in his stomach at the unexpected obstacle. He was nervous enough building himself up to ask Y/n. Just thinking about seeing her soon sent his heart aflutter in the best way possible, but this was not something he could have possibly anticipated. Or asked for.

He gulps, unexpectedly swallowing a large ball of saliva as he begins to panic. His words come out in a panicked stutter.

"I- Well, I, uh... I'm-"

His eyes dart quickly between Dustin and Mike, silently asking for help but he only finds expectant - and a slightly threatening on Dustin's part - expressions. Dustin elbows him lightly and Will clears his throat, collecting his breath.

"Thanks," he mutters with a polite smile, slowly gathering courage. "But, I'm waiting for someone. Sorry..."

She smiles, nodding. "No worries,"

Her eyes catch a familiar face across the room. She sends one more polite smile at Will and the others before departing towards her friend. The three friends stand rooted to the floor as an awkward silence hangs in the air. Mike looks down at Will, his eyebrows shooting up weakly in a surprised manner.

Upon seeing this, Will scoffs nervously, both of their eyes returning to the entrance as they wait. Unbeknownst to them, Dustin's eyes sweep across the gym at all the new couples, starting with Max and Lucas. He can't deny the pang he felt in his chest, but he also wasn't surprised at the turn of events. It was something he had seen coming for a while.

Instead, he scans the gym and he smiles to himself when he sees his classmate Stacy across the room. She was laughing amongst a group of her friends.

Dustin tugs at his blazer readjusting it and lets out a puff of air grabbing Will and Mike's attention. He turns to them.

"Wish me luck, gentlemen." He nods in the girl's direction with a confident simper. "I'm going in."

Dustin sends his friends a wink and a click of his tongue before marching onto the battlefield. Will and Mike watch taken aback, turning to one another as they share a bemused look.

The closer Dustin grows the more intense his heart beats, but he embraces it, Steve's words still ringing clearly in his ears. When he apparatuses the group and she doesn't seem to notice, he brushes it off at first. She was deep in conversation.

"Stacy?"

Her conversation continues without skipping a beat.

"He just broke up with Jennifer."

Her eyes bug out slightly as she continues, shaking her head a bit in disgust.

"Plus he's, like, not my type." She laughs.

Dustin clears his throat as politely as he can, not wanting to overstep his boundaries.

"Stacy?"

Finally, she breaks away from her conversation, clearly filled with great agitation. Her eyes widen when she spots his hair, not bothering to hide her distaste.

"Yeah?" She spits.

Dustin brushes it off in the moment, clears his throat, and bows his head as he gently extends his right hand out to her. He sends her a warm and charming smile.

"Shall we?"

Her eyes bug out once more, a chuckle leaving her lips.

"Um, no, thanks," she scoffs, voice dripping with sarcasm.

The girls around her burst into fits of laughter, and she joins them. Together, the pack of girls stride off, still overwhelmed with laughter as they begin talking about Dustin. None of them bothered to wait until he was out of earshot.

He watches sullenly as they disappear through the crowd, and he tries his best to stamp down the aching in his chest. He allows himself to perk a bit when he spots two other girls chatting quietly off to the side looking rather bored.

Dustin begins making his way towards them, but it isn't long before he halts in his path. Upon seeing him, they quickly whispered back and forth between one another before promptly scurrying.

He blinks several times, trying to keep the tears that threaten to spill at bay. He looks around the gym, heart sinking completely when he finds everyone in pairs. Everyone except himself.

He was completely alone.

Gifted with a small lull in which there was no punch to serve, Nancy's gaze sweeps the dancefloor. Her jovial composure fades almost instantly when she spots a lost and wounded Dustin planted on the sidelines. His shoulders sag and his lip begins to quiver as he searches the crowd sadly. Not a moment later does he slink off, disappearing behind the curtain of streamers.

The sight is enough to send a crack through her heart.

Dustin sits on the bleachers, his hands tucked into his lap as he invests all his energy into suppressing his sobs. His bottom lip quivered with intensity and a rather large tear he had been holding back finally broke free, gliding down his cheek.

It takes far too long in his taste for him to register the figure approaching is heading for him. Nancy pulls back the streamer curtain and offers him a gentle smile.

"Hey,"

He straightened immediately, swiping furiously at his cheeks as he tries to get rid of the evidence.

"Hey," he sniffles.

"Wanna dance?" She asks, offering her right hand.

He looks up at her in shock, his wide eyes still glassy. "What?"

"Come on," she grabs his hand, pulling him up to his feet and through the veil of streamers. "Let's go,"

He looks around bewildered as he finds himself pulled to the dancefloor. But already he can feel himself perking, and he smiles weakly at Nancy, not exactly knowing what to do now.

As if reading his mind, she smiles, grabbing his hands and gently placing them in her waist. "Here,"

He freezes, still not quite believing what is unfolding. She places her palms on his shoulders and he smiles wistfully. A wide smile plasters Nancy's face when she notes his distance, and she tries to reassure him.

"Closer,"

He stumbles forward a few inches, his eyes on her still wide and moonstruck.

"A little closer," she assures, smirking fully now. "Okay,"

Dustin's chest swells at her kind smile, and already he can feel his confidence returning. Both of them have yet to notice the spiteful glares being sent their way from Stacy and her friends.

"Now feel the music," he head sways gently with the beat. "The rhythm. Start to move to it."

Dustin's feet finally receive his brain's commands, and they begin to shuffle slowly as the dance begins. Nancy nods, eagerly.

"Yeah," she chirps, brightening his grin. "There."

"Good?" He asks hopefully.

She nods.

"That's good. Yeah."

"Okay,"

"You know," she begins. "Out of all my brother's friends, you're my favorite."

His grin stretches from ear to ear, his chest swelling once more in pride.

"You've always been my favorite."

"Really?"

"Yeah," she nods, her own heart-swelling seeing him happy again.

The distant sound of murmuring brings Nancy's attention across the room, where she spots a pack of perturbed girls. One brunette in particular, who stood at the center with a flustered glare fixed on Nancy. Upon being caught, she blinks rapidly trying to brush it off and looks away.

Dustin's eyes follow Nancy's, and that's when she returns her attention back to Dustin.

"Girls this age are," she rolls her eyes quickly. "dumb. But give them a few years, and they'll wise up. And, uh,"

Nancy softens when she notes Dustin is still beaming at her, hanging on her every word.

"you're gonna drive 'em nuts."

"You think so?" He asks hopefully.

She nods, a series expression befell her briefly. "Oh, I know so."

The two fall into a comfortable silence as they enjoy one another's company, and the music that fills their ears and sways their bodies.

Just across the room, still sat glumly at their table as they wait - and hope - are Will and Mike. They look around the room at all the dancing couples, and all they wish for is the sight of the two party members who have yet to show. Other than the occasional word, they sit in silence.

Will is the first to break it with a sigh, and he sits forward in his chair before rising. Mike looks up at him, his attention snapping towards Will as his mind jumps to the worst possible conclusion.

"Everything okay?"

Will nods, forcing a smile through his nerves.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I think I'm gonna freshen up a bit though. Use the bathroom while I can."

Mike nods, less than convinced though he shoves down the thought. He merely watches with a worried frown as Will stalks off towards the back of the gym. He relaxes a bit when he sees how many times Will's eyes fly to the entrance on his way back, and he supposed the jitters were all it really was after all.

Mike sighs, slumping back into his chair and he counts the minutes as they march on.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Joyce watches as her wind carries anther fallen leaf across the pavement, and checks her watch for the thousandth time. Logically she knows the dance is far from over, but she can't bring herself to leave. A familiar gruff, but soft voice pulls her attention up.

"Hey,"

"Hey,"

Hopper approached her with a weak smile, hands stuffed into his pockets.

"Thought I might find you here," he says.

Joyce lets out a defeated breath meant to be a laugh, her body leaning against her green Ford Pinto.

"Will wanted me to give him some space, so..." she shrugs, and a small chuckle breaks loose from her chest. "I'm giving him a few feet."

Hopper pulls a pack of cigarettes that had been hiding in his pocket, gives it a small tap and he smirks at the woman.

"What d'ya say?" He opens up the lid, pulling out one of the remaining cigarettes. "I'm pretty sure that Mr. Cooper retired in the seventies, so..."

He stepped forward to join her against the hood of the car, speaking through a smirk as he lit the cigarette that dangled from his lips. "we might be okay."

He takes one long puff of the cigarette, letting the smoke sting his lungs and he passes the stick onto her. She gladly accepts, taking the next puff only to be sent into a coughing fit. They both laugh lightly, and she passes the cigarette back to Hopper with a wince. It really was like old times.

He always picked the worse brands.

His next question does not exactly surprise her, but it definitely catches her emotions off guard. Immediately she feels a large lump growing in her throat.

"How are you holding up?"

She shakes her head, eyes falling back to the concrete as she nibbles at her nail.

"Ya know," She mumbles.

"Yeah, I mean," he nods, tsking another drag of the cigarette. "that feeling never goes away. But it is true what they say, you know..."

Joyce looks up at the man that towers over her, he holds the bud in his hands with a frown before handing it back to her.

"Every day does get a little easier."

Joyce takes the cigarette in her shaky hand, taking one long puff hoping it will replace the sadness that sits on her heart. But when the smoke leaves her lips the weight remains, and she finds it growing even heavier as the memory engulfs her once more. Her head grows heavy and dangles off her shoulders and into Hopper's side.

He can feel his heart lurch at her sadness, wanting nothing more than to take it all away. But he knows more than anything that healing took time. Instead, the two remained locked in one another's embrace. They feel the breeze carry the snippy winter air over their bodies unaffected in each other's warmth.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Y/n Henderson! I thought that was you,"

"Hey, Mr. Clarke,"

El timidly follows Y/n to the table with the familiar man who she almost immediately recognized. El watched silently from Y/n's side as she placed the bright red ticket in a glass bowl on the table. El froze suddenly when Mr. Clarke suddenly addressed her.

"Well, hello there, Miss," his eyes tightened into a friendly squint, and he gestured towards her. "Have we met? You look awfully familiar."

El's eyebrows twitched upwards, her mouth parting as she looked to Y/n not quite sure what to do. Y/n quickly jumped in with a rigid smile.

"She gets that a lot, but no," she explained quickly. "This is an old friend of mine, El,"

Y/n meets eyes briefly with her friend and they share a quick smile before returning nonchalantly to Mr. Clarke, hooking their arms together.

"She's my guest for the night,"

The man nodded in understanding, clicking his tongue as Y/n handed him El's ticket along with the special form.

"Ah, well," smiling up at the pair, unknowingly giving El a strikingly similar welcome as he had the year before. "Welcome to Hawkins Middle, El. We're happy to have you."

The two look at one another before departing, the largest of grins breaking out on their face. They burst into another fit of giggles as they head for the door, leaving Mr. Clarke to shake his head and smile as he welcomes the last of the guests.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Every breath you take,"

Mike sits alone, twiddling his thumbs. A small sigh builds up in his chest as he realizes yet another song change has been made, and still no El. He wasn't mad, just worried. All he wanted was to see her. To dance with her. To hold her.

"Every move you make,"

The usual creak of the gym's wooden door rings in his ears once more, and lazily he turns to see who else had risen his spirits. But his heart stops when he sees two figures entering the gym. One of them, his long time friend who glances excitedly behind her as she beckons the other shy figure behind her.

When he realized it was really El, he jumped to his feet, unable to blink. Too afraid she would vanish in thin air. She was gorgeous. Her hair was slicked back in adorable dark curls, and the dress she wore complimented her perfectly. But none of that mattered to Mike, just her being there was enough to take his breath away.

"Every bond you break Every step you take"

The girls crept forward under the archway of balloons, their eyes sweeping across the crowd. El breathing stopped momentarily just as Mike had. Y/n noticed this and smiled. The two were locked in a wide-eyed stare across the gym, and she laughed silently to herself.

"I'll be watching you,"

Mike watched as Y/n gave her a playful nudge, urging her forward. She watched warmly as the two glid across the sidelines, coming to a gradual stop when they came face to face.

Mike shook his head, unable to rid himself of the beaming smile even if he wanted to.

"You look beautiful," he blurts.

Her gaze drops to the floor in a wild blush, a bright smile on her face to rival his. He casts one glance at the dancing pairs around them and looks back at her.

"Do you wanna dance?"

She looks around the room nervously for a moment. Her eyes wander back to Mike's, and she looks up at him shyly.

"I... don't know how." She admits.

He shrugs, much to her relief.

"I don't either. Do you want to figure it out?"

El quickly nods, feeling her heart burst when he takes her hand in his. They wander onto the dance floor together, both a nervous - but happy - blushing mess.

Y/n smiles to herself once more from the edge of the gym when she sees them disappear into the crowd. Her eyes continue to venture around the room, her heart sinking when she finds no sign of Will.

"How my poor heart aches,"

Together, El and Mike blend in with the crowd of kids when they found a spot to dance. Gently, he takes her hands and places them over his shoulders.

"Like this,"

She smiles, her hands creeping up further to rest comfortably around his neck and he nods.

"Yeah, like that,"

They chuckle lightly as they softly begin to sway, loving nothing more than being in each other's company.

"Every vow you break,"

Nancy and Dustin begin twirling further, a joyous laugh bouncing between them.

When Y/n spots them, among Lucas and Max, the smile grows smaller. Both were pleasant sights, as each pair seemed to be having endless amounts of fun. But like her brother minutes ago, she began to feel lost.

"Every smile you fake, Every claim you stake,"

Finally, she spots Jonathan off by himself, taking advantage of the lack of kids waiting to get their pictures taken to clean his camera lens. Quietly she slips over to his side.

"Jonathan?"

His head picks up, and he smiles when he sees her.

"Hey, Y/n,"

His happy composure quickly falls when he sees her worried expression.

"What's wrong?"

In the back of the gym, the door to the locker room opens and Will enters boredly. He wipes off beads of water he had missed when drying his hands. He trudges back to his spot where he left Mike, his eyes glued to the floor. His head picks up when he sees Mike is no longer there, and he scans the crowd. His eyes widen when he sees him dancing with someone, El he realized it was. His heart began beating sporadically when he realizes what this meant.

"Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace,"

Quickly, Will shuffles forward, even rising himself up onto his tiptoes as to see over the sea of heads to find her.

"I dream at night I can only see your face. I look around and it's you I can't replace,"

"Hey Will the Wise,"

There it was, the voice he had simultaneously been waiting for, and afraid of all night, rang in his ears. Her voice was gentle and equally as nervous.

He blushes at the name, until he sees her. At that moment he swears he forgot how to breathe. When she caught his gaze - and the blush that raged like wildfire on his cheeks - a small laugh escaped. Her hands were shaking but in the best way possible. Like Will, she was just happy to have found him. To be here with him finally.

"You, uh, you're,"

Her eyebrows rose as did the heat in her cheeks at his sudden stutter. And though he seemed to be at an unending loop, he couldn't wipe the grin off of his face. It spread from ear to ear as he looked at her. Finally, he cleared his throat when he decided this was not how he wanted to remember this moment. The thought alone seemed to do the trick and he shook out his nerves as best as he could and exhaled.

"You look..." he shakes his head, unable to find the proper word, but none seemed to do her justice. "amazing."

He winced a little on the inside, finding the word ill-suited for how he usually saw her. He tries once more to shake it off, and just as Lucas had, the millions of scenarios run through his on how to ask her. But before his mouth could even part to speak, she extended her hand.

A playful smile paints her lips at the cheesy words that form on her tongue, but she leans into it, happy to see the delighted and bright warm smile that breaks out on Will's face as he chuckles.

"Care to dance?"

Will feels as if his chest just might burst with the rapid speed of his heart, but he couldn't be happier. His mind jumps back to the bit of advice Jonathan had given him when helping him get ready. At the time he had thought it had been too much, but now as he looked at Y/n, the two of them wearing big goofy grins, he quickly finds himself extending his right arm for her to take.

Gladly, her arm snakes under his arm, trying her best to suppress the violent storm of butterflies raging in her stomach, not realizing Will is doing the same. The pair find themselves in the center of the gym, and shyly their hands come to wrap around one another. Gradually, they begin to sway with the music. They share the occasional giggle as their gaze falls to the floor so as to not step on one another's toes in their nervous state.

In near percent sync, the gym full of students sway with the beat of The Police's Every Breath You Take. Everyone in question can feel themselves getting lost in the beautiful, fleeting moment.

The giddy, and frivolous pair of Lucas and Max twirl with the music. Max's eyes fall briefly to Lucas's lips as he smiles down at her. She can't help but blush back up at the boy who had managed to worm his way past her walls and made her feel welcome. Finally, she pulls him forward, bringing him into a soft and sweet kiss.

"I feel so cold and I long for your embrace,"

She pulls back, smirking up at his awestruck face. He blinks slowly, trying to process what had just happened and he can no longer contain the excited grin breaking out on his face. Softly Max giggles at his reaction, and brings her head to rest on his shoulder.

"I keep crying baby, baby, please,"

El and Mike remain with eyes locked on one another, their hearts beating at dangerous speeds as they sway with one another. The first and only time their eye contact is broken is when simultaneously, their heads inch closer together until their lips meet in a fiery explosion that melts their hearts.

Even when they pull apart, they can longer stand the small distance between them. In a happy, content lull, their foreheads meet, eyes fluttering closed as they lose themselves in the music.

"How my poor heart aches, with every step you take,"

At the very heart of the Snow Ball, Y/n's gaze mingles properly with Will's for the first time since they started dancing, and immediately her skin flushes. Heat resides the most in her cheeks and the tips of her ears and even the back of her neck. Will was her best friend in the whole world, the one she could always confide in and felt most comfortable around. But now she could hardly look at him without melting into a puddle. The way he treated her, just the way he looked at her now set her heart aflutter.

"Every move you make and every vow you break,"

They had been turning numbly in circles, and all she could do to take her mind off of her nerves was to put all her attention into commanding her feet. And yet, anytime she dares steal a glance at him, and feared he'd grow annoyed, he would just be smiling at her. It was a smile of genuine admiration, and it was as if he was silently telling her, 'it's okay. I'm nervous, too,'.

"Every smile you fake, every claim you stake, I'll be watching you,"

Her anxieties began to tell her to look away again, but now as she found herself looking into his kind hazel eyes, she couldn't bear to pull herself away. Y/n is quickly reminded of the dark times just one month ago. How awful it had been to look into these eyes and see nothing but hatred and darkness. But strangely, it assured only further now. These were the kind eyes that had always admired her from afar. These were the kind eyes she had missed so much.

"Every smile you fake, every claim you stake,"

The way he had always felt about her was undeniable, and as she felt the warmth brewing in her chest, spreading to her stomach and even dizzying her head, she knew she felt it too. She wondered why it had taken so long to get there, but more than anything she knew she wanted to hold onto it. What he had felt all these years.

Simultaneously, their smiles melted away, the blood pumping fast through their veins. Will and Y/n both felt it, the unbreakable magnetic pull that drew them towards one another. The closer they grew the quicker their racing hearts blended closer into one sporadic heartbeat. Finally, their lips met in a tender kiss as the music swelled around them. Will tried desperately not let his knees buckle, his stomach doing flips. It felt as if a firecracker had went off inside of Y/n's stomach, the warmth in her chest exploded and spread all the way to her fingertips, unknowingly her hands and arms warming his shoulders.

The kiss had lasted seconds but felt like a lifetime in the best way possible. It was a kiss that still lingered on their lips when they broke apart, a feeling they never wanted to let go of. The pair broke out into matching grins that neither one of them could contain. Finally, they were together.

"I'll be watching you,"

Finally, they were happy. And they would be, in the many months to follow.

"I'll be watching you,"

The four young pairs - even Dustin and Nancy who happily bounced their heads along to the rhythm of the beat - danced long into the night. The music from the speakers blasting through the gym, and echoing out into the cold December night.

"Every breath you take and every move you make Every bond you break, every step you take"

Each and every one of them blissfully unaware of the greatest threat Hawkins had ever known, towering above their heads in the Upside Down.

Watching.

I'll be watching you.

Waiting.

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Crashing Down

(steve harrington x hopper!reader)

Guys, I'm super emotional… this- is the last part to the fic. But more importantly this chapter is what the whole fic was written around. It's insane. Well more so like the very ending of it. But I'm so happy that this happened and I finally wrote my first fic ever. I just can't believe it. Thank you to everyone who read this and continued to support me through this. A special thanks to @harringtown who literally always has my back and was helping me out with this. I think i might write another fic one day but in all honesty who knows. It's freakin hard idk how Brooke spits these suckers out almost every day??? But who knows maybe i'll be more original next time and not have a full fledged slow burn fic.. Anyways love you guys! Xx ps its finally (steve x reader) !!!!

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Warnings: cursing, death, fluff, angst, super hella sadness, all the good stuff. And season 3 spoilers ig

Part 9/9

Word count: 3.7k (THIS IS INSANE??)

Summary: Sometimes things just don’t go as planned and your world just comes crashing down, but it’s a good thing that you have people in your life to be there to catch you when you fall. 

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You squirmed out of Steve’s arms and ran to your dad, El limping close behind you pulled him into a big hug. Even though the last time you saw him was a few days ago, now was not the time for full fledged reunions you had to figure out what you guys were going to do to beat this thing.

As everyone was explaining their part of what had been going on over the last couple of days, you took your place under Steve’s arm. You watched as Jim gave Eleven the extra care she needed in that moment, making your lips curl up at the corners. 

“But instead of, like, screws and metal, the Mind Flayer made its weapon with melted people.” Steve said trying to make sense of everything he was being told

“Yeah, and it was fucking terrifying.” you say remembering what happened at the hospital yesterday.

“Yeah, okay I’m just makin’ sure”

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Hopping up on the counter next to Steve, you watched everyone scramble around trying to make last minute preparations before, Joyce, Murray and your dad headed down into the Russian bunker. You look at Steve’s face and how messed up it is and then look back at your father, hoping nothing too bad would happen to him down there. 

Steve notice how deep in thought you were,

“Don’t hurt yourself, thinking to hard over there Hop.” he said trying to make light of a situation

You laughed slightly, still letting your mind wander in and out of focus.

“You okay?” he asked moving across the counter to be a little closer to you

“Yeah just thinking. A lot of things could go wrong, just nervous I guess.” 

He nods his head in agreement, “But this is your dad we're talking about, he’ll be just fine.”

You overhear Dustin telling Hopper that they need a head start and a car to get to the highest point in Hawkins. He turns and waves Steve over, Steve gives you a pat on the knee before jumping off the counter and heading over to him. After telling Steve what he needed to do, he hollered out your name meaning you were needed. 

Steve met you in the middle causing you to stop, he pulled you into a hug while telling you that he was in charge of taking Dustin and Erica to some radio tower. 

“For the love of God, please be safe. It’s bad enough you’ve already been fucked up by the Russians, I really need you back in one piece.” you say to him pulling him just a little closer

“Oh you don’t have to worry about me, it’s you I'm worried about.”

You took a deep breath in before pulling away. You looked up into Steve’s eyes and placed a hand on his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb before walking over to your dad. 

“I was summoned.” you say marching up to and standing next to your dad

“C’mere,” he said, pulling you into his side, “I need you to keep a really close eye on El for me, okay?”

“Of course dad.”

“This thing is after her, so you guys are going to Murray’s house, so you guys can stay safe, protected and off the radar until this is all over.”

“Alright.” is all you can muster out before he pulls you into a lung crushing hug.

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You climb into the backseat of the Wheeler’s family car before Will and Lucas, leaving El, Mike and Max in the very back of the car. Nancy tries cranking the car but the engine just won’t start. Jonathan gets out to look, and says that there's a part missing, and it doesn’t make any sense. But all thoughts are put aside when you hear the sound of a very loud and familiar engine revving up.

“Get out, get out the car now” you say rather loudly nudging at Lucas’s side. 

You all get out of the car and head back into the mall where you would be a little bit safer.

After you get inside Mike instantly pulls out his walkie and starts sending out a code for ‘Scoops Troop’. You're standing next to El with your arm wrapped around her shoulder rubbing up and down her arm in an attempt to keep her calm. 

You see Jonathan, Nancy, Will and Max all walk over to the car that El had flipped over onto the Russian’s earlier that evening. You call Mike and follow in pursuit, climbing over the counter and behind the car to try and flip it over. You even let Eleven try to slip it over with her powers but it’s no use, but suddenly a bell goes off in your head. The same bell apparently goes off in Mike’s head because almost as if you were reading each others minds.

“Physics.” you both say in unison.

You flip the car over with the use of leverage and Jonathan begins his search for the ignition cable. 

Max was the one to notice El digging through the trash, you were the first to walk over to her and Mike was the one to call out to her. You were asking if she was okay and telling her that she needed to save her energy when none other than the Mind Flayer comes crashing down into the mall. 

“Fucking hell..”

You grab hold of Eleven’s hand and pull her away and out of sight. 

The four of you are hidden behind some sort of stand in the middle of the mall when Dustin comes over the walkie talkie telling you all to confirm your safety, but the Mind Flayer wasn’t having any of it. It let out one of the loudest screeches you had ever heard, you hadn’t been that close to it before. Tears formed in your eyes from the pain and from fear.

“We’ve gotta move.” you whisper to Mike

“There’s a way to get out, through The Gap.” El whispers back

Mike peeks his head up to see where the Mind Flayer is and is looking,

“Okay, okay. Now.” he said, grabbing El’s hand making a break for it, but of course not without making some fort of ruckus making the Mind Flayer turn and charge. Luckily you push them behind a clothing display just before it makes it to where the items had fallen,

You put your index finger to your lips signaling for them to be extremely quiet before you covered your mouth with your entire hand, attempting to silence your heave breathing. Looking at the three teens you motioned for them to crawl over behind the checkout counter in case it was just playing games, not wanting to risk anything. Though moving to this new spot didn’t help too much because you heard to your left the nasty sound of what you could only imagine was the flesh moving around.

As you turned and looked to your left you could confirm what you had heard, seeing the flesh like claw coming around the corner to snap at you. There was a loud popping noise, that sounded a lot like a balloon that caused a distraction making the claw retreat now redirecting its attention to the new sound.

“Go, go go.”  you said to the kids and you got up making a mad dash towards the exit.

You run out the back door and towards the gate that allows delivery trucks in and out trying to catch up with Nancy and the others. But as you make it just outside the gate you see Flayed Billy standing behind his car. You make the kids turn around and go back inside the mall in hopes that Billy didn’t see you, but you wouldn't go unnoticed especially since you had to go back and press the close gate button a second time because it didn’t work the first time. 

You run down a few different hallways trying to find another way out, whether that be up or down. So you pulled off into a side room where an elevator was, and mike pressed the button a few times. You really thought you had lost Billy at this point so you were good to take a little breather, until you heard the opening and shutting of a heavy metal door. 

Max was the one to round the corner and see who it was,

“Billy. Billy, you don’t have to do this. Billy. Your name is Billy, Billy Hargrove, you live on 4819 Cherry Lane. Billy please, I’m Max, I’m your-” was all you heard before the monster backhanded her out of consciousness. Mike was the first to lunge at him, but instantly got thrown against the wall and was also knocked unconscious. That left you and El, you take your stand in front of your sister and attempt to throw a punch at him, You successfully hit him in the jaw,

“You’re gonna regret that you little bitch” he says as he grabs you by the arm and twists until you’re facing away from him and he slams your head into the wall, everything goes black

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You wake up, what seems to be like hours later, seeing both Max and Mike still unconscious on the ground. You sit up, head pounding and your wrist and shoulder in excruciating pain. You crawl over to Max and get her to wake up, and when she does, she yells at Mike to get up.

“Are you guys okay?” you ask them. The both shake their heads, but then begin looking around the small room.

“Where’s El?” Mike asks.

The three of you run around in a panicked state of mind calling out for her hoping she had fucked Billy up and ran for help, but the more you looked the less hopeful you felt. You ran back down what you thought were the same hallways from earlier, but with your new concussion you weren’t so sure anymore. 

You looked down to the ground and saw drops of blood and some sort of black stuff.

“Guys, look.” you say pointing down the hallway where the trail of blood led.

After some time you finally manage to make your way to the main part of the mall. You pulled yourself to a complete stop, sticking your arm out to stop Mike and Max from continuing on any further. El was on the floor talking to Billy. 

You watched with wide eyes as Billy stood up in a protective stance over El. He stood there and stared at his creator, the thing that had destroyed him. Millions of memories flashed before his eyes as the fleshy tentacle that was supposed to kill your sister, shot out towards him. He stuck his arms out to stop it, to sacrifice himself. 

You watched in pure shock as tentacles pierced into his sides and back, grabbing hold of him, hoisting him up. It all happened in slow motion, as if the universe was trying to torture you in some way. You watched as that thing took your Billy Hargrove and pierced into his chest.

“Billy!” you and Max screamed one after another

You choked up a sob as you took off running over to him, Max close behind. You slammed your knees into the ground as you grabbed Billy’s shoulders and shook them trying to keep him awake. 

“Billy, Billy. Stay with me. Billy?”

His eyes fluttered open for a split second, this was the last time that he’d see your beautiful face.

“Hey, hey, hey, I need you to stay with me. Baby I can’t lose you. Please, baby please.”

He somehow managed to get an ‘I’m sorry’ out but you didn’t care he didn’t need to be apologizing right now, but that was the only thing he said before his whole body went limp. You continued to shake his shoulders, in disbelief that this was happening and that if you kept him awake long enough he would be okay.

“Billy, no please, Billy.” it suddenly feels like you can’t breath but the only thing you can do is yell. You’re choking out sobs as you strain your voice yelling out his name. 

Steve makes it down to the second floor as quickly as he can and is behind you in seconds. He puts his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to pull you away and into his arms but you turn and yell at him.

“No! Stop it! Don’t let them touch him! Billy! Billy!” Each phrase is spoken with more sobs. You finally collapse into Steve’s arms, shaking violently with each cry. 

All you can seem to say at this point was Billy’s name. Steve leads you to a paramedic and says that he’ll meet you outside, turning around and running back inside. You along with all of the others are checked over and are cleared to go home after sitting in ambulances for a while.

After Steve is checked, he walks over to you, Max and El and takes a seat next to you. The two are in a very tight hug, your sister is doing her best at comforting Max in this time of loss. You sit in silence, not having enough energy or emotion to talk. Steve wraps his arms around you with his blanket and pulls you into a tight embrace. You mellow out your breathing until you realize that you haven’t seen Murray, Joyce or your dad anywhere.

In a panic you release from Steve’s grip and grab your sister’s hand leading her to stand up. The two of you spend a few minutes looking around for them with no luck, suddenly you spot Joyce. No sign of Hopper, you notice that El see’s her too and looks to you confused as to why dad wasn't with her. But then she realizes, you know it too, dad didn’t make it.

Eleven turns into your arms and lets all of her tears out, and just when you think you don’t have any tears left to cry, all of your tears fall on top of her head. She lets out one scream and that’s it, the rest are sobs. You cradle her head, holding onto her and not letting go.

Both Joyce and Steve offer to take both you and El in for the night, seeing as how the cabin had been destroyed earlier that night and Hop wasn’t there to take you in for some extra loving. Of course you spent the next couple of weeks staying the night at the Byers’ house. But after a while it started to get a little too cramped so while El stayed with Joyce while you stayed with Steve. Most days were the same, super hard and emotional. But other days, you would be taking a few steps forward to recovery. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn't ever going to get easier, but you at least had the right people in your life to help you out.

>3 months later<

Over the last three months things have gotten better, you spent lots of time with Max and Eleven. Making sure that they’re both okay and that they know that they are both very loved. Your dad always told Joyce that if anything were to ever happen to him, that if she was up for it, to take care of El. It wasn’t that he didn't trust you to take care of her, he just knew that it would be a lot for you at such a young age.

Joyce took her in with open arms, and even offered a room to you when she mentioned that they would be moving to Maine. You declined, only because Steve couldn't handle all the kids by himself. Steve’s mom even offered to let you stay in their guest room until you and Steve could get your own place, you had only been talking about it since you were 11. The two of you still planned on doing that, but with being unemployed at the moment it was kinda hard to have money to pay rent.

Today was the final day of packing up the Byers house. You had planned on being there but got pulled into a last minute job interview at Family Video with Robin and Steve. But as soon as you were done there, you were heading over to say your goodbyes. It was a hard day and you were trying not to think about it. 

Good news: the three of you start work on Monday. Bad news: it was time for the Byers to leave.

As you and Steve pulled up it looked like they had just put the last box in the moving truck. You hopped out of the car and jogged up to the door right as Joyce was coming out with a box for you to take home.

“What’s this?” you ask, taking the box from her

“Just a couple of Hop’s things, I thought you'd might want them.”

You sat the box down on the front porch and pulled her in for a hug, “Thank you, for everything. For the stuff and for basically being my mom and for taking El in. It means a lot to me.” A few tears escaped from your eyes.

As everyone was saying their final goodbyes you pulled El in for one final hug. 

“You don’t have to go, you know..” you say in a half joking manner. “you could stay here with me, get our own place or fix up the cabin. He did it before.”

All she does is chuckle lightly and buries her face deeper into your chest.

“I'm really gonna miss you, kid” you say quoting something your dad would say, “but I’ll see you soon. I think we’re all coming up for Thanksgiving next month and then Christmas is right after that.”

“I know” she said quietly, “I love you, Y/N” 

“I love you too El.” you pulled away from the hug and locked pinkies with her and kissed your own hands. Giving each other a small smile before moving on to the others. 

“You have Steve’s number right?” you asked before pulling her into one last hug. She nodded her head as she pulled you closer for one last squeeze before climbing into the passenger seat of the moving truck. You shut the door behind her patted the door and just like that they were gone. The kids all ride their bikes back to their designated homes and you and Steve climbed back into his car to head home too. 

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As Steve puts his car into park he shifts a little in his seat, you don’t notice because you're looking down at your hands with tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I know today’s kind of a hard day for you, but I have something that might make you feel a little bit better.” he says running a hand through his hair.

He reached behind you into the back seat and pulled out a flat velvet box, you give him a curious look,

“Max and I, we talked about this for a really long time and she really wanted you to have this.” he says handing you the box.

You open it and your eyes fill with more tears as your hands drop to your lap and your head hung forward. Inside the box was Billy’s Virgin Mary necklace. It had been polished and shined and cleaned and it looked better than ever. You set the box to the side and you wrap your arms around Steve and give him a hug. After you pull away you pick up the box again and look down at it. 

“I miss him Steve,” you say resting your head on his shoulder.

“I know you do.” he said as he wraps his arm around you 

You sit up and look at him and he's looking back at you with nothing but love in his eyes, you think it’s time you told him.

“Steve there’s something I need to tell you.” your heart is beating so hard you’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear it. “These last 3 months have been some of the hardest months of my life, not only because I lost so much but because I’ve realized a lot of things. I learned my self worth, it’s been a while since I’ve truly been happy. And I found that I’m only truly happy when I’m with you. I also know that Billy would’ve wanted me to move on at some point, and as much as he said he hated you Harrington, he wouldn’t want me to be with anyone but you.”

He looked at you like if he blinked everything would fade away and none of this would be real. You reach out and place a hand on his face, looking over where wounds had once been and were now turning into scars. 

“ I love you Steve.” You finally say 

He doesn’t say anything back he just leans in and presses his soft lips against yours. The kiss held so much love and emotion. It felt just like the movies, like the moment when these things always happened. Time seemed to have slowed down, allowing you take it all in and cherish it.

“I’ll take that as the feeling’s mutual?” You say with a giggle. 

Steve brushes his nose against yours before kissing you again, only this time with more force. You took this as his way of saying yes. His mouth hot on yours as his hands grabbed your waist awkwardly from the place he was sitting and pulled you as close as he could. You both only pulled away to catch a breath. 

This would be a moment you would remember for the rest of your life. It wasn’t your first kiss, wasn’t even your second, or hundredth, but it was your first kiss as lovers, but it definitely would not be your last. The world would throw crazy things at you, especially when you aren’t ready for it, but you don’t have to deal with it alone anymore. 

You just always have to know that sometimes things just don’t go as planned and your world might come crashing down and it’ll fall apart, but always remember that you’ll have people in your life to be there to catch you when you fall.

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Loving the Devil- Billy Hargrove

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Notes: this is my first writing on here! Let me know what you think and what I can fix. I'll start writing detailed smut if it's requested. Enjoy!

Warnings: Billy x f!reader, illusions to smut, infidelity, Billy being an f*!#boy

ps- listen to fell in love with the devil by avril lavigne

Wordcount: 1186

Part II

You should've known better. Everyone told you he would just stomp on your heart. You couldn't stop the rush you felt though. A tall, curly-haired, dirty blonde, sun-kissed skin bad boy who knew all of the right things to say. Billy was too good to believe, he ignited something that you just couldn't get anywhere else. You can still remember the day he lit the flame. Entrapped you in his beautiful prison.

It was a warm day in June.  He had just moved to Hawkins, your little hometown. He looked like trouble the moment he came speeding in, driving that gorgeous '79 Camaro of his. You hadn't thought much of him at first glance. However, it was a whole different story when you met him up close and personal.

He came strutting into the shop asking for some help with his engine. You were the only mechanic on duty that day so of course you were sent to help. Lucky you. He was even hotter up close, but you'd never tell him that. He just sang trouble. He seemed like the cocky type and the moment he opened his mouth, your theory was proven true. He knew his way around words. An absolute charmer. 

"Must be my lucky day. A beautiful lady working on my baby. I'm new in town. Name's Billy." Smooth talker indeed. You were starting to get flustered from being so close to him. He smelled amazing. 

"Well, welcome to our small town I guess. I'm Y/N," you replied with an indifferent look.

He smiled and repeated your name. It sounded like pure honey coming from his lips. You knew then and there you were in deep shit.

"Nice to meet you Y/N. Maybe you can show me around sometime. I'd love to see what a little town like this has to offer," he quipped, looking you up and down like you were his next prey.

"I think I might have to pass on that offer. Although, there are some others in town who I know would love to show you around," you smiled tightly. It was true. You knew plenty of girls who would jump at the chance to even talk to him. You would absolutely love to show him a good time, but you weren't about to jump into trouble like that. Boy, were you wrong.

"That's too bad. I would've loved getting to know you, Princess. Maybe another time." You shivered at the nickname, hoping he hadn't seen it. 

"Yeah, maybe,” you say, “Well, your car is all fixed up! I'll see ya around Billy." More often than not, hopefully.

"Thanks again, Princess. Have a nice day and I'll hold you to that promise of a tour," he winked. God, he was infuriatingly good looking. Don't even get you started on his body. This was not what you need right now. Fuck.

You ran into Billy a few days later at your favorite ice cream parlour in the mall, Scoops Ahoy. He walked in looking fine as ever and you weren’t the only one to notice. You quickly averted your eyes elsewhere so you wouldn’t be caught staring. You were sat in the corner booth minding your business when you heard that heavenly voice that belonged to none other than Billy Hargrove.

    “This seat taken, Princess?” he asked. Billy had already sat down in the booth across from you before you could even breathe. Damn, he looked good today.

    “Not at all I guess. Did you need something? Car need fixing again?” you attempted to ask cooly. You had been worked up the moment he walked through the door, but you couldn’t let him have the satisfaction of seeing that. 

    “No, no,” he said, casually waving his hand, “I was actually going to ask if maybe you were free today? I would really like a tour. It’s not the easiest little town to navigate,” he chuckled, leaning forward. He had such a nice body, you were sweating just from seeing his arms flex.

    Now normally you wouldn’t give in so easily, but he was just too irresistible. He had been in town for all of 5 days, and yet he already had a reputation around town. Billy liked to pick fights, hook up with various girls, and ignore the law altogether. Billy was trouble and you were already so gone for him.

    “You know what? I’d love to give you that tour. Show you what this interesting little town has to offer,” you winked. You were in it now, all or nothing.

    Billy just smirked and nodded his head. “Alright. Where to first, Princess?”

    Your intentions were pure. At least at first. You showed Billy all of the ins and outs of the little town. It was nice spending the day with him, talking and laughing. 

It was getting late though and he said he’d walk you home. Trouble. Once you reached your apartment, you offered him to come inside for a drink. You both had a few beers together, learning more about the other and gradually getting more comfortable. Trouble. Billy had been joking around causing you to laugh, which prompted him to stare. You noticed he really liked making you laugh. Your heads started to get closer and closer. You could feel his breath on your lips, smell his cologne. He smelled so earthy yet sweet, with a hint of cigarettes. Trouble.

    You start leaning in, glancing from his eyes to his perfect lips. He closes the distance and that’s it. You're hooked like he’s your drug, and you can’t seem to get enough. Billy caresses your cheek and you grab his shirt, pulling him closer. You knew if you didn’t stop this now, you wouldn’t be able to later. Problem was you couldn’t. He was intoxicating. 

    “You're so gorgeous, Princess. I really like you,” he whispered. 

“I like you too, Billy. A lot,” you panted.

Things started to escalate and it seemed as though the Devil grabbed hold of you. You fought, but not hard enough.

    The next morning, you awoke to the brisk air and an empty apartment. Billy left. You don’t even know why you had expected him to stick around. He was the bad boy of the town, the heartbreaker. Maybe it was because he seemed sincere in his confession? You should have known he was just charming his way around you to get into your pants. How many times do you have to be warned not to mess around with boys like Billy? You just couldn’t seem to help yourself. Of course, that all ends in heartbreak.

    You go out to get some coffee after recollecting yourself. You turn the corner and there he is. Beautiful, fine-as-hell, Billy Hargrove. The Devil himself. He has his latest prey trapped between him and the wall, lips on hers. You knew you should have never gotten involved with him. Bad boys with reputations like his will only ever end in destruction. Naturally, you couldn’t help yourself from falling for him. You never learn. It was a vicious cycle, and you had fallen for the Devil.

**yay hope it was decent! Part 2 maybe?**

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"Mummy Calzones": Billy Hargrove and his Goth GF

Billy Hargrove and His Goth GF

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Billy Hargrove of Stranger Things 

Billy x PS Reader, Billy x Goth GF 

Pre-established relationship 

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10/10 treats as you as his little dark queen. 

Doesn't matter if you're little or not. 

You're his baby batling and he'll accept nothing less. 

And so like maybe you have to take Home Ec.  Idk, maybe it was required (it was the 80s) or maybe you just wanted like an easy class.  Idk. 

But like maybe one day you have to make something for the whole class concerning bread.  And maybe you decided to make calzones because they're bread and you can fill them with delicious fillings.  And maybe you decided to make them mummies because it was the perfect opportunity to try the braiding technique. 

And then… nobody would even try them in class.  You're teacher gave you a weird look and your classmates made fun of you because you're the goth kid.  And because 'who makes mummies?' 

And like, you're kinda bummed because you worked really hard on them.  And so you just kinda drag your feet out to the parking lot at the end of the day because you know Billy is out there waiting to take you home.   

And he spots you standing there all dejected with your little tupperware container in your arms and a sad look on your face.  

Naturally, this will not stand.  So he ask you about it and you tell him because it's Billy and you know he's not gonna stop until he has found the source of your unhappiness and remedied it.   

And he's quiet for a moment but then he just takes it from your hands and places a kiss to your forehead.  

"Fuck them, baby.   More for me." he said and rips the lid off.  "I'm fucking starving." 

And homeboy just tears into them, complimenting you on your skills because they are admittedly fucking delicious.  And he tells you how he loves how you think out of the box.  And how creative you are.  And how these are clearly superior to regular calzones anyway. 

And you fall in love all over again because damn it, he's good. 

And it's like that alot with Billy because he knows what it feels like to be singled out. 

Sure, he knows he's hot when it comes to high school. 

He knows he's attractive and it would be easy for him to get what he wants in that crowd. 

He knows he can easily fit in with the popular crowd because he slaughters in basketball, is great in the pool and kills any keg stand competition there is. 

But he also knows what it feels like to be ridiculed on a personal level.  For literally doing nothing.  He knows that kind of pain. 

And he hates it.   He hates it even more because he loves you so much. 

You're his happy place and he couldn't care less what anyone thought about it. 

He knows that he can't change the opinions of others.  

He can't change the past or the hurt. 

However, he knows that he can act in the moment and let you know just how much you mean to him. 

So he does. 

Every chance he gets. 

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Love, K 

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Snow White

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Request: Hey! Could you please do a story with Billy? Where the reader colors her hair almost snow white? (my hair is like that ehehe) And first he is in shock but then he thinks she looks really cool and pretty with it? This would be so CUTE!! Ps. i love your stories!! Xx @make-upgeek 😘😘

Warnings: None I think.

A/N: Thanks so much for the request Jessy! I really hope you like it! 😘

The smell of peroxide burned her nostrils as she flung the bathroom window open to gulp down some fresh air.

She knew this was a risk but pushed it from her mind as she usually did. Her plastic covered hands raked the foul smelling substance through her long locks, and she tried to forget about what insults her church attending parents would shout at her when they saw her drastic makeover.

And what would her boyfriend say.

In that moment though she decided she didn't care. This was her empowering moment, the expression of herself after being beaten down for 18 years.

It was her chance to reinvent herself now she was leaving this 'one way in-one way out' town.

It just so happened to be a bonus that Debbie Harry was her ultimate idol.

She wasn't officially leaving for her dream state of California until next week, but she wanted to rub Hawkins' nose in it before she was gone. Determined never to return.

The wait for the dye to dry was agonising, she could hear her parents moving around downstairs going about their evening routine that made her want to scream into oblivion.

Her head was hung upside down over the bath and she savoured the feeling of the warm water as it trickled along her neck and around the edges of her jaw.

Once dried and brushed she admired her bleached waves, visible through the condensation dripping down her bathroom mirror. Satisfied with her rebellion she stuffed her hair up into a beanie and pulled the drawstrings of her Led Zeplin hoodie tight; she couldn't risk her parents even glimpsing a strand of platinum hair yet.

She crept down the stairs making sure they were in their usual seats at 7pm on a weekday, and keeping her voice monotone she walked past the living room shouting to them out of pure courtesy, "I'm going to meet Billy! See you tomorrow!"

And she slammed the front door before they could even tut in reply at the mention of Billy. They of course disapproved; it would have hurt if they didn't criticise every other aspect of her life as well.

Billy was her escape. He was the breath of air saving her from suffocating in Hawkins.

Billy didn't enter her life with soft caresses and stolen glances, he charged into it knowing he had to have her and succeeding. Her saw her dark lipstick contrasting her pale skin and sandy hair, and the natural sway in her hips as she walked and was hooked. She tried to resist him but he was all passion and pleasure, and she knew the moment he first kissed her that she was done for.

His kiss was fire; and she was happily burning.

She wandered down the street, and once out of view of her own home she pulled her hood down, grabbed the beanie off her head and shook out her hair.

Billy was already waiting for her by the park around the corner, leaning against his Camaro. He took her breath away each time she saw him; his confidence soaked through into his stance, he wasn't the tallest but his stature and muscular chest and shoulders made him seem it. His dirty blond curls blew softly in the breeze, about the only thing gentle about him apart from when he was with her

When she got close enough he looked up and mirrored her smile. He was beautiful and he was hers.

She rushed the last few steps towards him wrapping her arms around his torso, and pressed up onto her tip toes to find his lips with hers. He didn't protest and took her small frame in his arms, twisting her round and lifting her onto the hood of the car without breaking the kiss.

He loved her kisses; they were summer to his winter, the sun to his shade, and he could never get enough.

Billy pulled back causing a small groan to slip from her mouth. She let her hands drop to her lap, she was always petty that way, if he didn't touch her how she wanted she wouldn't touch him back.

"So," Billy starts, grabbing the bright blond wave that had fallen across her face between his fingers, "Been playing artist have we Y/N?"

He continued to play with her hair, twisting it around his forefinger and thumb while burning his gaze into her wide eyes. She nearly forgot to breath when she met the blue of his eyes.

"Thought I'd try something different for college. You know, try a 'new me' thing."

He shook his head with a small chuckle, "You are adorable when you try and be rebellious."

Billy knew all about her strict parents, how they had a vision of how her life was supposed to go and how she was supposed to act, and he most definitely did not fit into it. Hell Y/N didn't even fit into it herself.

"I'm not trying to be anything Billy. I've always hated my hair colour, I just wanted something different." She answered defiantly.

"I always loved it Princess." He stated, his eyes not leaving hers.

She looked slightly crestfallen, "So you don't like it?" She took the opportunity to expand her persuasive techniques. She pouted her lips as she spoke and ran her hands up the front of his open shirt, her fingertips brushing ever so lightly against his skin. She heard his breath catch in his throat and knew it was working.

“I guess it is quite pretty." He swallowed, lust filling his eyes as he tucked the strand he’d been playing with behind her ear.

"Yeah?" She looked up at him through her mascara covered lashes before attaching her lips to his chest and working up to his neck.

"Yeah, it’s like I have my very own Snow White.” She could hear the smirk in his words.

“Snow White has dark hair Billy.” She pulled back to find his gaze and raised her eyebrow.

But he wasn’t interested, he just smiled and lifted her chin to bring her lips to his.

"You are so beautiful baby girl; whether you have sand or snow coloured hair. I love you."

"I love you too Billy,” Her face lit up with her biggest smile all evening, “California here we come."

[herroyalhighnessqueenmomo]

Hello there. I wanted to reader your billy hargrove x reader 'locker neighbor' fan fic but the link doesn't work for me in any of the parts. Could you possibly change the link or fix it? Thank you soooo much😚😚 PS: I LOVE your content

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Rottweiler (pt.2)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: How much are you really willing to risk for him? Your art? Your grades? Your social status?

Prompts: noNE BENCH

Song: Rottweiler Playlist

Request: none

Requests Are: Open

Warning(s): cursing, angst, violence (it’s Billy), fluff

Word count: 1.4k

Author’s note: firstly, i’d like to thank everyone for the hype of this story, it means so much knowing that the content i put out is loved.every time I talk about the reader’s mom I imagine Mama from What’s Eating Gilbert Grape? lmfao. I hope you guys enjoy this part, I’m having too much fun writing this. Ps, Billy’s such an angsty teen. No one compares.

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“So, how’d you get that shiner, huh?” you asked. At this point, you didn’t even have to look to see it was him. It was, and it probably always would be.

“Oh,” he laughed a bit, “Tommy H. got a good swing in. You should see him, though.”

You turned to face him, the bruise now a greenish-yellow color.

“Mhm, I’m sure he looks bad.” you played, earning a glare. “Why are you following me around, huh?”

He crosses his arms and leans on the locker next to him, “Should I remind you what happened last time I wasn’t around?”

You gave a sardonic laugh, “Oh, so now you’re protecting me? While what you did was nice and all, I don’t need you hovering around me, okay?”

“Hey,” he gently grabbed your elbow as you were leaving, “Seriously. Be careful. Carol’s a bitch.”

You scoffed, giving him a disapproving shake of your head, and walking off.

He yelled at you, “I mean it, (Y/L/N)!”

“I can take care of myself, Hargrove!” you shouted over your shoulder, smiling.

In Physics, Jonathan Byers passed you a piece of folded up paper. You rolled your eyes when you read it.

“What are you drawing today?”

It was a thing he’d come up to unintentionally annoy you. He was a sweet boy, with very limited friends, as well as too curious for his own good.

You scribbled down a name next to the drawing and showed it to him, making him hold back a laugh. The drawing was different positions of the same, drooly, dumb Rottweiler, simply labeled as “Hargrove”. Proud of yourself, you made the mental note of showing the dog-boy himself later on in the day. The two of you had gym together, anyway, and it’d be fun to see his reaction, you concurred.

The bell rang, you changed into your gym clothes, and brought your sketchbook outside and setting it near a  tree for later.

“Hargrove, (Y/L/N), come up here.” Coach Mac called. You and Billy both gave each other a look, as if to ask “what the fuck did you do?”

“Let’s race the two fastest runners, shall we?” Mac announced, earning an excited majority. You looked at Steve, who shrugged his shoulders, then turned to Billy, who smirked. Neither one of them were very much help at all.

“Yeah. Let’s.” Billy starts, “I lose, you go on a date with me. You win, you get to do whatever.” he says quickly.

Without thinking, you nodded, going to the start of the track with Billy, waiting for the whistle.

It sounded, people cheered, and you ran. For a bit, Billy was even with you, even challenging you by going faster than him. And you beat him, by five seconds.

“I win, loser.” you panted, smiling. Billy walked coolly to you, smirking and sweating.

“You sure did.”

Your façade dropped, “What are you smiling for? You lost.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, remember the deal?” you nodded, “I lose, you gotta go on a date with me.”

You thought for a moment, then realized he was right. You groaned as he laughed at you.

“Eat shit, Hargrove. I won’t have fun. You can’t make me.” you yell, going to grab your journal and take a shower as everyone else went to do what they desired, be it homework or talking.

He laughed harder, “Sure, Princess.”

As the weekend approached closer, the knot in your stomach grew tighter, until Saturday came up. You dressed better than normal, making sure to grab a jacket, then ran down the stairs in a hurry, fearing your date would actually be a gentleman and knock on the door.

“Hey momma, got your meds taken care of for tonight?” you asked, tying your Chuck’s and tucking in the laces.

She hummed in approval, “Where you goin’ baby?”

You ran to the closet, grabbing an umbrella. The night decided to pour, leaving the roads dark and ominous.

“Out with a,” you hesitated, “A friend.”

Your mother waved you off, telling you to be safe, when you heard a honk.

You ran out, the rain starting to come back from its previous showers.

“Wow, I was worried you were gonna try to be a gentleman, Hargrove.” you joked when you got in, putting your seatbelt on. Billy was, for once, quiet, and smoking a cigarette. You couldn’t see him well in the lighting, the front porch light not providing much illumination.

You looked at him, “You okay?”

He blew out his smoke and started the car, muttering an ‘I’m fine’.

The ride to wherever you were going was too quiet. The boy, who preferred everything loud, especially his music, played no music at all, nor did he talk. And you were sick of it.

“Billy pull over.”

“Why?”

You rolled your eyes, “Just do it.”

He did as told, stopping at the side of an ongoing cow field and under a streetlight, parking.

You turned to him, “Look at me.”

He tilted his head back, sighing lightly, before turning to you.

“What’s wrong.”

He arrogantly scoffed and turned away, going to turn the car back on, being stopped by you grabbing his hand. It was shaking.

“You can’t be doing this hot-and-cold bullshit with me, Hargrove. I will get out of this car and walk home right now if you don’t start talking.”

He stared at you for a bit, swallowed, then looked away again. You mumbled an ‘okay’ as you took off your seatbelt and got out of the car, walking back in the direction of your house. This was quickly followed by the sound of the car door opening and slamming shut, then boots running in your direction.

“Listen,” he grabbed your arm lightly, “I just, I got into a fight with my dad, okay? I guess I’m still pissed about it.”

You looked at him carefully. Now that his face was more illuminated, you could make out a split lip and a welt forming on his cheek.

“Just a fight? Billy, this isn’t just a fight with your dad!” you presented quietly, lightly putting a hand over his newly injured cheek.

“Listen, it’s not a big deal, okay? I was asking for it.”

“Billy, do you hear yourself? Your dad is beating you and you’re coming up with excuses! You’re almost eighteen!” you lightly put your hand on his shoulder. The rain began to pick up pace, and apparently so did Billy’s emotions.

Billy let out a shaky sigh, coming closer to you and resting his forehead on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist, and frankly, you didn’t know what to do. The Billy Hargrove you knew wasn’t a crying, vulnerable teenage boy. The Billy you knew was nearly full grown, strong-willed, primal, and hard headed. He didn’t have emotion. Yet here he was, sobs racking his body as he hugged you closer to him. You lightly ran your fingernails up and down his back, another hand coming up to massage his head, equally as light.

“C’mon, Billy. I still owe you a date, yeah?”

You grabbed his face with both of your hands, tears streaming down his face and mucus lightly coming out of his nose. He nodded, opting to get out of the freezing rain and let you drive while he finished crying. The entire time, he never let up on holding your hand while you drove.

By the time you got to a small burger joint, Billy had stopped crying and rested his head on the window of the passenger door, slightly falling asleep, no doubt tired from his outburst.

You looked at him and rubbed his bicep after getting your hand free. He woke more and looked around, not knowing where he was.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m gonna get us food and we’ll drive to my house to eat, okay? We’re freezing.”

He nodded, laying his head back on the window and  falling back asleep. You quickly got out of the car, coming into the restaurant, and was mindlessly greeted by Tommy H. And god, did he look like shit. An eye swollen over, his nose and lip were split, bruises adorning them and virtually the rest of his face.

You took your order, waiting on a barstool for the food to be made, all the while Tommy H stared at you from his place at the cash register.

“Hey, (Y/LN).” you turned to him, “Keep your bitch of a boyfriend on a leash.”

You chuckled nervously, “I’m sorry?”

“Billy. Keep him on a fucking leash.” he aggressed as his co worker gave you your food.

You gave Tommy the due money, “He’s not my boyfriend.” you whispered.

“Yeah? Well he sure acts like it.” he yelled after you as you walked out to the car with your paper bag of food. You startled Billy when you got in, quickly cooing for him to fall back asleep until you got to your house.

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[wellwellwell-idk]

Steve Harrington x Henderson Sister!Reader

Uhm..so no warnings this is my first reader pov fic so be patient if the wording is all screwy, aaand enjoy Also, my main otp is totally Stoncy, but I read some Steve imagines and for that scene where Billy beats the shit out of Steve, the reader is just standing there screaming... Like wtf DO SOMETHING And, I kinda realized halfway through that there was very little interaction between Steve and the Reader, so I threw some stuff in soooo here we go * Ps I think this is totally crap, relationship wise, so I won't be posting this on ao3, but Billy got the shit beaten out of him so yay* ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Y/N! Do something!" Really, this all started back wayyy before high school. You were in the eighth grade and Steve Harrington was in your class, and of course you had the biggest crush on him, and just had to open your stupid mouth. Thankfully, he took it well. He didn't like you back, but you guys ended up being the best of friends until tenth grade, when Steve became King Steve and started hanging out with Tommy H. and Carol. You guys stopped hanging out and you became a bit of a loner. That's when you met Jonathan. At first, you were kinda intimidated by him because he was really good at keeping a straight face, but one day you both realized you shared a love for photography and started hanging out more during lunch and after school. You were both interested in other people, but that didn't stop either of you. You were each other's first kiss, which you both agreed that you were still friends, but not to do that again, you saw each other as siblings. It's in the eleventh grade were things made a turn for the worst. Will went missing and Jonathan was flipping his shit. Then, Will turns up dead, then he's not dead. And Jonathan started hanging out with Nancy Wheeler, which sure, the three of you have siblings that are best friends, but Nancy runs in a different circle and it's all very strange. Then Jonathan sat you down and explained the weird shit that happened once Will was returned. At first, you were very angry that he left you out of all of it and everyone could've died at some point and you wouldn't have known the truth, but you forgave him in the end. Then, strange things started happening again and Will could not catch a break. And that's how you're left standing in the Byers' kitchen with Steve Harrington trying to get children to stop themselves from getting killed. "What am I supposed to do, Steve, stop children from thinking," you tell Steve dryly. "No, just get the dipshits to shut up, or they'll keep strategizing how to escape us and kill themselves," Steve replied just as dryly. "Shut up, Steve. We're trying to save the party!" Dustin was heroically trying to come up with something, but as Steve strongly put it, "We're on the bench and no one's going anywhere." That's when the deafening roar of a car engine came blasting through the windows. The new girl, Max, turned ashen, and you and Steve turned to each other scowling, knowing already that you guys were in for some trouble. Steve went out to talk to Billy, though you already knew how that was gonna go. The kids, disobeyed you and ran to the windows, and, as predicted, barreling in came the angry figure of Billy Hargrove. He hadn't seen you yet, but immediately lunged for Max. She was defended by the boys, and Lucas was grabbed by Billy and shoved up against the wall. You ran forward and yelled, "Hey, asswipe! What the fuck do you think you're doin' to my kids?!" You grabbed him by the shirt and punch him square in the jaw. Billy stumbled back, and looked back at you in shock while rubbing his jaw. "I think I've seen you around before," he said, flirting, "Didn't know a little lady like you could punch like that, but I won't take a beating from nobody," there he swung forward and punched you in face. The force of his punch knocked you into the kitchen counter and left you dazed. You could hear Steve had come back and started fighting Billy, then you could hear the kids screaming! "Y/N! Do something! Please! He's gonna kill him!" That got you up off the floor and you saw that Billy was swinging madly at Steve's face! You grabbed your own unnailed baseball bat and came running at Billy, swinging. You swung at his ribs from behind him, throwing him off Steve, then kept hitting him. He was knocked unconscious by the time you were done with him. You threw your bat away and knelt down next to Steve he's been watching you through one eye the whole time. "C'mon, Harrington, let's fix that pretty face of yours." You and the kids picked him up and got him to one of the kitchen chairs, you got him a bag of peas and got the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink. While you were grabbing everything you turned to Mike and said, "Listen, you guys get whatever gear you need, we're gonna set some stuff on fire." With a conspirator grin the kids ran to grab their stuff. You went over to Billy and noticed that Max was standing over him poking him with the toe of her boot. "If he ever bothers you, I'll let you borrow my bat," you told her. Making her jerk in surprise. "You were pretty awesome, thanks for defending us, Y/N," she told you. She bent down into Billy's pocket and dung out his key and offered them to you, "Well, now we've got a ride!" You both laughed and you took the keys from her. You went back to Steve and noticed that Dustin had put a bandaid over Steve's eye, you grinned. "C'mon guys, let's go burn some shit!" You left Steve, took his nail bat, but made sure to tie up Billy outside before leaving. With that settled you took the kids and off you went on an adventure. ~~~~ Considering the terror you were going through everything went great and, surprisingly, no one died. Eleven was able to close the gate; Jonathan, Nancy, and Joyce saved Will; but Steve was still angry. "I can't believe you just left without me, Y/N! What if you got hurt! What if something got you while you were with the kids!" Steve was fuming. "Listen, Steve, you had a concussion! I couldn't bring you! You could've gotten more hurt!" And that's when Steve realized, "Wait, you still have feelings for me don't you?" You had your mouth open ready to retort when you realized what he'd just said. Internally, you started freaking out, the first time you told Steve you liked him went ok, but that was before, what if he hates you, not that it would change anything, you guys barely hang out now, but you wouldn't want that. "Y/N? Do you? Do you still have feelings for me?" Hesitantly, you responded, "Yeah...I do. I always have, you idiot. I never told you again 'cause I thought you'd hate me." Nervously you looked at his reaction. He was smiling so wide, "I love you, Y/N. I'm sorry I never said something to you before, but I realized I still loved you when I saw you protecting those damn kids...I realized I missed that fire you always had, and I realized I didn't just miss the fire." He wrapped an arm around your waist and slowly drew you closer. You looked into his eyes and said, in a cheesy way, "So, we've both got feelings for each other. Wanna do something about that?" You wiggled your eyebrows, and he started laughing and drew you into a kiss. FIN.

[littlemessyjessi]

"Dates": More of Billy Hargrove and his Goth GF

More Billy Hargrove and his goth GF! Because I had some people ask so nicely for more!!!

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Billy Hargrove of Stranger Things 

Billy Hargrove x PS Reader, Billy Hargrove x Goth Reader 

Pre- established relationship 

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So let's talk dates. 

Now, anything is possible with Billy. 

But for sure late night drives in the Camaro. 

Of course. 

He'll pick you up, drive down the road in the dark listening to music and talking. 

He'll take you some place where you can look at the stars and the moon. 

That's a classic go to. 

But also, like Billy doesn't mind the graveyard picnics either. 

It's nice outside and he likes the feeling of the sun on his face. 

He thinks your little picnic basket full of food is adorable. 

He likes laying on the blanket and looking at the clouds with you. 

Oh and the drive in. 

Definitely. 

I mean, sure you two hit up the Hawkins Movie Theater for new releases.   

He figures out anything that might be remotely up your alley and plans to go. 

But also, just the old drive in where you can go in his car and they play old hollywood movies.   Your favorite being the old black and white horrors.  And he knows this.  And it's nice for him because you're both in the privacy of his car and you've packed snacks.   And it's great because you're in your own little bubble.  He gets to show you off because god damn, he's proud to have you on his arm but also he likes that the two of you get to be alone.  

And the privacy does lend itself to kisses which he is certainly a fan of. 

Like, he takes a genuine interest in YOUR interests. 

He's even down to go ghost hunting with you. 

It's a lot of him just hiding his smile when you get excited over the wind blowing but he wouldn't trade it for the world. 

He'll figure out the local legends and ghost stories and bring it up to you. 

He might not get as much of a kick out of the actual topic as you do but he adores seeing you excited so that's all that matters to him. 

And maybe he's not much for camping.  

You might not be either. 

But maybe one night he says, "Babe, let's go camping."

And you're like, "Billy, I don't want to be eaten alive by bugs." 

He's probably thinking that the only thing you're in danger of being eaten by is him but he doesn't necessarily voice it.

But he convinces you.  And you go.  And you set up a tent and he pulls out a flashlight and holds it under his chin and the two of you literally tell ghost stories like little kids. 

And he loves seeing you laugh and watching your eyes sparkle and in a way, it's just as cathartic for him as it is for you because he gets to let his guard down. 

He loves your laugh and figures out fairly quickly that he'll do just about anything to hear it. So because of that, he gets to release his inner kid.  He'll cut up with you and play around.  He'll get really into the story until you've just about pissed yourself.   

And it's sweet.  Because he's smiling and it's such a genuine smile. 

It's not a smirk or some haughty grin.  It's real one where his nose crinkles and his eyes crease and he's not worried about schooling his mouth into looking attractive.  Even though you don't think Billy has ever been unattractive in his life. 

But he's so much more beautiful because you can tell that he's having a good time and that he chose to spend it with you. 

And you just adore him.  And he just adores you.  

It's just adorable.  

= 

Hey, loves.  Well, I'm soft again.  Gonna go crawl in the bed and sob.  Anyway, I hope you liked it and I would love to hear what you think.  Please tell me if you want more Billy and his goth gf.  Because I love them.  I'd die for them.  Ugh.  So, precious.  

Love, K 

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