#billy hargrove x sister reader

[chucky-vs-the-giant-tortoise]

snow ball

Billy Hargrove x sister!reader

summary: Billy tries, to the best of his ability, to cheer up his sister on the night of the Hawkins Middle School’s annual Snow Ball.

warning(s): negative self talk, mention of parental neglect

a/n: sorry it’s so long i just love platonic billy hargrove lol.

Of all the things Billy had imagined himself doing on a Friday night, driving his sisters to some stupid middle school dance was nowhere on that list.

He leant against the front door, already dressed in his leather jacket and carpenter boots as he fidgeted with an unlit cigarette he’d been holding for what seemed like goddamned years at that point. He knew chicks tended to take their time in getting ready for these kinds of things—Hell, even he might spare a few extra minutes making sure he looked good for a party—but this was getting ridiculous.

After another long stretch of time spent listening to the ticking of the wall clock and slowly losing what remained of his patience, Billy had finally had enough. It was bad enough that Neil had personally appointed him as his sisters’ chauffeur for the evening—he wouldn’t wait for them all goddamned night.

“Y/N!” He called, knocking at the closed door of the hall bathroom. Max and Susan were busy in the master, leaving Y/N to get ready on her own. “You better be out here in the next minute or I’m leaving without you, you got that?”

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!” she replied.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled. “About fucking time.”

Y/N finished fluffing up her hair in the mirror, nodding at her reflection before opening the bathroom door. She was faced with the flat expression of her big brother, who just barely regarded her as she sauntered into the hallway.

“How do I look?” She asked expectantly, a hopeful smile plastered on her young face. Billy snorted to himself.

“Like a geek.”

And though he would never admit it, he almost regretted his words as his sister’s lips pulled into a frown.

“You got a jacket?” He asked, his cigarette now carefully balanced between his lips. He was itching to light it, and cursed Susan for whatever stupid rules she’d come up with about smoking in the house. She claimed she could smell it on her curtains.

Y/N kicked her feet with a shrug, purposely avoiding his eyes as her cheeks flushed. Suddenly she felt incredibly overdressed for the occasion. “We’re gonna be inside.”

“It’s December in goddamned Indiana. Get a jacket.”

Y/N huffed, running off towards her bedroom. Meanwhile, Max finally finished up with her mother and came out of their parents’ bedroom with a blank look on her face, Susan trailing behind her. Her typically unruly red of hair was straightened out and braided at the front, and to the untrained eye she came across as a proper young woman.

Yeah, right.

“Doesn’t she look lovely, Billy?” Susan cooed, positively beaming, and Max gave him a pointed look that doubled as a warning.

“Precious,” Billy deadpanned, and Max glared as her mother giggled, clearly not clued in on her step-brother’s most obvious sarcasm. Y/N returned wearing one of Max’s old hand me down coats, and before they knew it Susan was rushing the girls to force exaggerated smiles as she snapped some photos with her polaroid. Billy hung back out of frame.

Billy almost sighed with relief as Susan wrapped up and his sisters joined him in the entryway, but before the three could slip out the front door, she caught Max by the shoulders.

“You look so beautiful, baby,” she said with a smile.

“Mom—”

“Oh, don’t you worry. I won’t get sappy. I just . . . I want you to have so much fun tonight, okay? Both of you.” She spared Y/N a glance, and Y/N offered her step-mother a tight-lipped smile despite the pain in her chest.

For as long as she could remember, Y/N had wanted a mother more than anything else. She’d been a toddler by the time her and Billy’s mom had left, and everyday after that she felt like a piece of her was missing. She wished for her on every birthday candle and every Christmas night; she spoke to every God she knew, praying that she would one day return with open arms, ready to whisk her and her brother away from Neil and his iron fist.

After years and years of painful disappointment, Y/N finally learned that some dreams were better off forgotten.

“Hurry up unless you wanna be late,” Billy called over his shoulder as he strolled out door, and Susan waved as the Hargrove-Mayfield siblings made their way toward Billy’s Camaro.

Y/N scoffed. Max wasn’t even wearing a jacket.

The ride to the middle school was silent, save for Billy’s music blasting from the stereo. Y/N spent it fidgeting with her hands in her lap, looking down at her nails that Max had painted the night before. She’d been so excited for this only hours ago, and now all she felt was unloved and unwanted, haunted by the hole in her heart that her mother had carved all those years ago.

Max was out of the car as soon as Billy pulled into a parking spot, anxious to see Lucas and wanting to avoid whatever crude comments Billy was planning to make before she stepped out. “Out by nine!” Billy yelled after her, and Max didn’t falter in her stride as she flipped him the bird and kept walking.

“Little shit,” Billy mumbled.

Y/N was a lot less eager to get inside, now unsure whether she even wanted to go at all. She felt stupid in her best dress shoes and ironed skirt, the glittery shadow she’d applied to her eyelids only minutes earlier now heavy on her skin. No matter how much she dressed up she was still the same child her mother decided she was better off without.

“You getting out or what?” Billy drawled, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he watched her through the rearview mirror. Y/N sighed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“No, I think . . . let’s just go back.” Billy pulled a face, turning in his seat to meet her eyes.

“The Hell do you mean? You’ve been blabbing about going to this shitty dance for weeks, Y/N.”

“Yeah, well. I changed my mind,” Y/N mumbled, and Billy scoffed, turning back to stare out at the kids crowding the school’s entrance. Kids with their mothers wishing them well and fathers watching proudly as their children prepared for what Billy imagined would be the absolute lamest excuse of a ball that the world would ever see.

He took another greedy drag, running his hands through his hair. “Is it ‘cause I called you a geek?”

“No.”

“‘Cause if it is you oughtta stop being such a baby.”

“I said it wasn’t!” Y/N snapped. She paused, expecting her brother to go off on some power trip about her attitude, but Billy didn’t even twitch in the driver’s seat as he nursed his Marlboro Red. She sighed. “Let’s just go, okay? Please.”

But he didn’t. In fact, Billy made a point of making himself comfortable, carrying on smoking without a care in the world.

“Billy?” He ignored her, taking another long drag followed by another exhale, and repeating the pattern. “Billy!”

“Shut up,” He spat, and she begrudgingly resumed waiting in silence as her brother smoked. It took several minutes before he got to the end of the cig, and Y/N watched as he stepped out of the Camaro, slamming the door behind him and crushing the bud beneath his heel.

“Get out,” he said simply. Y/N only sat, frozen in her confusion. “What, are you deaf? I said get out.”

“What are you doing?”

“Goddamn it, Y/N, get out of the car!”

She sighed, obeying her brother with an aggravated look on her face. Billy didn’t wait for her as he started on his walk across the parking lot. He only swivelled on his heels when he realized that she wasn’t following him, and was in fact still planted next to the Camaro with furrowed brows. Billy made a big show of rolling his eyes. “Jesus Christ, do I need to hold your goddamned hand or what? Get a move on, shithead.”

“Wha—Billy!” He continued to walk, avoiding her as she yelled after him. “Ugh!” Y/N groaned, relenting as she speed-walked behind him in attempts not to draw too much attention to herself. Passerbyers were already starting to give her strange looks when she yelled for him, and the last thing she wanted right now were people's eyes on her.

“Billy what are you doing? I already told you I don’t wanna go in!” Y/N started as soon as she was close enough, though not fully caught up to him. Her brother’s legs were much longer than hers, which made one of his strides maybe three of hers. “Will you just stop? I said I w—”

“You look cute, alright?”

His words threw Y/N for a loop. She paused mid-step, considering whether that really just came out of her brother’s mouth or if she’d only hallucinated it. The honk of a car trying get past her was what wound up pulling Y/N from her trance, and Billy groaned as he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her up onto the sidewalk next to him.

“Christ, Y/N. Can you use your fucking head for a second?”

“What did you just say?” Y/N asked softly, ignoring his crude comment and searching his eyes for something Billy couldn’t place. He shoved his hands in his pockets, deeply uncomfortable in his current position.

“You heard me,” He said after a moment, and Y/N was surprised that he even acknowledged what he’d said. Billy Hargrove wasn’t one to give compliments—especially not to his shitty little sister. “‘M not gonna say it again.”

“Did you mean it?”

“If I knew you were gonna harp on it so much I wouldn’t’ve said shit, alright?” He scratched awkwardly at his neck, casually avoiding his sister’s large eyes as she stared at him like he was someone she’d never met before. “Look, Y/N. I waited for you to get ready for this thing for a goddamned hour. If you’re telling me I did that shit just to take you right back home I’m gonna be pissed.”

“I . . . I don’t know if I should—”

“I do,” Billy said, pointing at the opened doors of her school. “Go. But I’d better see your ass on the curb by nine, you got that?”

Y/N felt herself smiling, even as Billy fixed her with yet another one of his bored stares. You look cute. She couldn’t shake the words from her head, nor the sincerity with which he'd said them.

“Got it.” Billy only nodded before starting on his way back to the Camaro, car keys in hand. “Hey, Billy?” She called after him just as he crossed the street, and he fixed her with a glare.

“What is it now?”

“Thank you,” Y/N said sweetly. Billy scoffed, averting his gaze and mumbling a whatever under his breath.

・❥・

Y/N looked around in wonder at the gymnasium, taking in the many decorations strung around what served as the ‘dance floor’ and navigating her way through groups of her dancing peers.

She found the Party near the snack table (figures) and blushed as the boys stood slack-jawed and wide eyed as she approached them.

“Hey guys,” She greeted. Max rolled her eyes at the boys’ reaction, smacking Dustin upside the head before the kid started to drool.

"Ow!" Max ignored him, shooting a smile Y/N's way.

“Hey, Y/N.” Y/N shoved in next to her step-sister at the snack table, grabbing herself a solo cup and filling it up with punch. “What took you so long? Was Billy being an asshole again?”

Yeah, she thought, he was. He was being an asshole just like he always was, but even more than that, he was being her big brother. The same big brother who beat up her bullies, and who bandaged her wounds, and who wouldn’t let her miss out on something he knew she’d been excited for.

He was an asshole, and he cared about her. That much he could never deny.

“Something like that,” Y/N responded, and Max gave her a confused look as she smiled.

[nikkisheep]

Jerk

Steve Harrington x Hargrove!reader

Warnings: mentions of Billy fighting, mentions of drinking, mentions of blood, billy being soft, fluff

Summary: Billy is seen as super mean and tough, but what happens when someone from the team finds him being soft with his sister?

Requested by @manyfandomsfanvergent

Billy Hargrove, the new heartthrob in the high school. Your older brother. He was a sight for the sore eyes of many girls who were single or taken. It didn't matter. Everyone wanted a piece of the new boy in town.

Billy was your typical mean guy who gets stuck in a small town with nothing better to do than fight, drink, and party. It was his specialty to throw the biggest parties of the year and have everyone drunk in a few hours. You were kind of like Billy. The partying, the guys wanting you, everyone curious about you.

That's how you ended up dating Steve Harrington. He and your brother never got along but when it came to you, everything was okay. As long as Steve didn't hurt you. Steve only ever did what you wanted him to do. He was a gentleman, contradicting the rumors of him being King Steve. He changed.

So Billy would get into fights, one being with your boyfriend when he was drunk. Another was so bad that the guy had to go to the hospital downtown. He ended up with 37 stitches and a bloody nose. Billy mostly fought when he heard people, mostly guys, talking shit about you. How much they want a piece of you or whatever. The moment your name comes out of their mouths with anything ill toward you, it gave him the green light.

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Basketball practice had just started when you came into the gym with a friend. Billy turned to you and he smiled. Most of the guys missed it. Not Brad. No, Brad noticed and he was going to dig into Billy about it. It was weird for Billy to be nice. The only thing is, Brad had never met you nor did he know that you were Billy's sister.

You waved for Billy to come over so you could tell him you were leaving with your friend, Vanessa so you could go to the mall. He shot once more and then jogged over to you. Brad stopped the guys and they all watched as you two were talking and smiling. Billy looks like he is listening to everything you say and laughs.

"Why the hell have we stopped?" Steve asks, walking over to James.

"Look, Billy got another girl thirsting after him."

"Huh?"

Billy wrapped his arms around your shoulders and drew you in for a hug. He whispered something in your ear and you laughed before slapping his shoulder. He let you go by pushing you in the brotherly way and you were off. Billy came back with a smile before it disappeared at the guys talking to each other.

"Dude, leave him alone. What is fucking wrong with you?" Steve whispered-yelled.

"Dude, chill. It's just weird seeing him happy and shit."

"He just being himself."

"Being himself? Billy beat the shit out of me like three days ago. That ain't normal."

"You wouldn't know because you do not go to his house like I do." Steve turns away from Brad and leaves.

"What you want?" Billy said.

"We saw you flirting with that girl," Brad smirked.

"Ew. Gross."

"What? She's hot."

"Dude, that is my sister."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Nah, you good man." Billy said before throwing a punch square in the boy's face. He fell to the ground and Billy climbed on top of him, punching him in the face.

"Billy, stop. Billy," Steve pulled him off.

"Walk it off man, let's just get back to practice."

"Don't fucking talk about my little sister."

Billy turned to the other guys, "So let's get to it."

Brad was bleeding on the floor but no one wanted to help because they didn't want Billy to fight them. Billy started dribbling the ball when he smiled at Steve.

"Let's get ready to win this game,'' He said before making a lay up.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

A Light in the Darkness {Part 07 of 07}

Eddie Munson X Hargrove!twinsister Reader

Chapter word count: 2K

Summary: After Billy died, you got stuck in a dark place, where you didn't have to deal with your feelings. Your friends don't know what to do but to drag you away from the many fights you pick. And life was dragging itself, an agonizing day after the other... Until Eddie Munson broke through the very high walls you built around yourself.

<- Previous part (06)

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

Intervention

 “A what?” You ask, blinking a few times as your mind tries to process what's going on.

 “We-”

 “Let me speak,” Maxine says, interrupting Steve. “I've seen what Billy's death done to you, better than anyone.” She continues. “I'm the one to hold you at night, I'm the one to hear you sobbing, to wake up when you have nightmares and wake up screaming for your brother.” Max stands up and walks over to you, taking both your hands in hers. “You have a lot of anger, and I understand why, having lived with Neil all your life. And I understand it's all coming out the wrong way since Billy was gone, but this... This has to stop, (Y/N). I love you, but this has to stop. You're hurting yourself, and hurting us.”

 “And putting yourself in danger,” Hopper adds, from his place standing near the couch. “This time you escaped... I'm not sure for how long I can keep covering for you.”

 “There are five stages of grief.” Eddie finally speaks, and your eyes move to him, your heart beating faster for some reason. But you're used to it now, to the sensations Eddie provokes. It only dawns now, when you look at him in the crowd your family makes, that he lights up like a beacon. Like an anchor. And you crave to hear what he has to say. “You're stuck in anger and depression. And you have to feel them, yes, but you also have to move on.”

 “How?” It comes out in a whisper, broken voice and tears rolling down. It's the first time you cry in front of them since the Battle of Starcourt.

 “Start by letting it out of your chest,” Susan says.

 “Yeah. You never speak to us.” Nancy adds. “We don't know what's happening.”

 “Can you imagine how hard it is for me to understand?” Robins speaks up, gesturing at herself. “I joined the party too late. So I never know what to do when you freak out, go to the lake, or drive around. God knows where you go. What if you die? We wouldn't even be able to find you, and I get nervous and speak way too much, and these guys are the ones forced to bear me.”

 A lot of them nod, and you just don't know what to say. Shrugging, you don't even try to resist the pull that moves you towards Eddie. He immediately stands up, arms opening to welcome you into his embrace. “It's alright. You're safe here, ok? We're your family, and we love you.” That makes you pull away, looking up at him.

 And that's when he kisses you.

 It's just a peck on the lips, but it makes your world stop for a moment. Your eyes are set on his as your skin burns deliciously, and for a moment there's nobody else there, just you and him... That until someone clears their throat.

 “Are you done?” Hopper asks, and you collapse against his chest again.

 But this time, you're not hiding. “If you guys wanna know... I'll tell you...”

 They all move, giving you and Eddie enough space to sit down on the couch. Here, among them, you're safe, as Eddie said. And for the first time, you will force yourself to open up. It'll hurt, you know it, you feel it already, but you'll do this. For them, and for you.

 “Billy was the one to protect me from Neil.” You begin, holding Eddie's hand, fingers laced together. “When we were kids, he took many of the beatings meant to me. Because I was his baby sister, even though I'm just seventeen minutes younger. And as we grew up-” A sob comes, you cover your mouth, closing your eyes tightly to push out some tears. “As we grew up, we started defending each other. I took some beatings meant for him too, even though he didn't like it. He wanted to take it all on himself, but I didn't let him. But many times when I was so scared, he was always there and... And now... Now he's gone and I feel like that monster can show up again at any time and I'll be all alone... And he'll beat me as he did and the only one who protected me and shared this burden is gone.”

 You're a crying mess when you're done, shoulders shaking under the many sobs. Eddie holds you again, and you cry against him.

 “It's true...” Max says. “But I didn't know it was like that...”

 “Hey,” Steve whispers, and when you look, he's crouching in front of you. “I'm sorry Billy is gone. I always knew you guys supported each other, but this... I had no idea. But you have to know that you're not alone. You have me. And Maxine, Mike, Nancy, Robin. Dustin, Hopper, Susan, Lucas, and Erica. Even the rest of us in California.” He looks up at Eddie. “And by the looks of it, you have another protector as well.”

 Sniffing, you look up at Eddie, who smiles and nods. “Hell yeah. I'd punch a thousand Jasons for you, Princess.”

 That makes you blush, and you hide your face again. “So, we need a plan,” Dustin says, and you hear him messing around with some papers. “Here.” He gets up and hands you a small pile of...

 “What the hell?” You speak out, sitting up straight. “How... It's...” Shaking your head, the new tears rolling down making it hard to read what it says on the plane tickets, but you got the most important part. A flight to California, to the nearest airport to Lenora Hills. “You're all going?”

 They nod all at the same time. “You kids do whatever you want. I'm going to win Joyce back.” Hopper mutters and you can help but giggle.

 “It's only a week, between the end of the school year and the graduation,” Nancy says. “But it'll be good. For you and all of us.”

 “Guys, this is expensive... You didn't have to do that for me...”

 “We managed.” Steve shrugs. “And you deserve it. All of us do, it'll be fun.”

The smile comes again, and you don't know the last time you felt... Happy. For too long, you have pushed these people away. And you shouldn't have. There are no words to thank them for not leaving, even after you were mean, almost exploding in anger. “I don't deserve it... I don't deserve any of you. And I'm sorry. I just... Didn't know what to do. Where to go, or how to feel.”

 “You don't have to know,” Robin says, kneeling down in front of you next to Steve. “We'll find out, together. We fought monsters together, we can deal with a very angry girl.”

 That makes you giggle, and you look around. “Thank you. All of you... For not giving up on me.” The tears that follow are from happiness... From feeling found in this sea of darkness.

 “Groups hug, everyone!” Dustin calls and gets up as everyone comes closer.

 You're still broken and hurt, but you'll probably feel like this forever. Billy has part of you, but now, you have to learn to live without him. And live a life he'd be proud of. Be happy, because that's what he wanted for you.

°°°

 The sun is blinding, even under the beach umbrella. Steve and Robin are lying in the sun, trying to get a tan. Nancy is swimming with Maxine and Erica, and the rest of them are trying to find stuff in the sand with a small metal detector.

 “You two,” You call. “Reapply sunscreen. I won't wipe moisturizer on your asses if you get all burned.”

 “The sun isn't on my ass, so it'll be fine,” Robin says, and Steve chuckles.

 “What are you laughing at, Harrington? You're the babysitter, you'll be the one wiping moisturizer in all our asses by the end of the day.”

 “You wish.”

 “Nah, I have a boyfriend to do that for me.”

 “Ouch,” Robin adds. “She just shoved your single state all over your face.”

 “Not for much longer...” He mutters, and you turn your head to look at him. “Nancy and I been talking...”

 “Oh.” That has been going on for a while. And one of the first things that happened when you set foot in Lenora Hills, was Jonathan and Nancy breaking up. They're fine now, but the romantic relationship is over, probably for good. “Good. Remember to send me an invitation for the wedding.”

 “Speaking of you, people with hopes for the future, where's Eddie with our sodas?” Robin asks, and you sit up, looking over your shoulder.

 And there he comes, chatting with Eleven, each holding one side of a styrofoam box. “Finally.” You say when they reach you. “Did you get them from the factory?”

 “Yup,” Eddie says, sitting on the towel next to you. “We were squeezing the lemons.” He smirks and you pull him into a kiss.

 “So.” Eleven starts, sitting in the shade with you and Eddie. “After graduation, what are your plans?”

 That's something you didn't stop to think. And honestly, it's the last thing you want to think about on such a beautiful beach. “Mmm... I'm not sure. I wanna skip college. Find a nice job and just start my own life.” Shrugging, you take a deep breath. “I always wanted to work in a pet shop, ever since I was a kid. Might sound like something stupid, but I'd like it.”

 “It's not stupid,” Eddie says, and El nods.

 “Thing is, I don't even know where. I... I wanted to go back home, to Santa Monica... But I build a strong connection with Hawkins and, as crazy as it sounds, I learned to love it. And Lenore Hills... Would be a good restart. And I already have you, Joyce, and Jonathan here so... I really don't know.”

 “There's a way to know,” Eddie says, and you look at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Might be an odd way to set our future but we could always change our minds after.”

 >>>>>>>>>>The way he says <our> future has the butterflies in your stomach flying all over. “What way?” You ask, your eyes set on him.

 Eddie pulls his bag closer to him and starts looking for something inside it. “Found it.” He pulls out a red, 20-sided dice.

 “I'm not even surprised,” you say with a giggle.

 “We could throw it. And let's say... One to six, we stay in Hawkins.” He starts, and as odd as it sounds, it makes you smile. This is so like him, and it reminds you of everything that made you fall in love with him. “Seven to 12 is Santa Monica, and thirteen to eighteen, we come here to Lenore Hills.”

 “What about nineteen and twenty?”

 “You throw again.” He simply says.

 Biting your lip, you look down at the dice, taking it from his hand. “Let's get closer to the water.” Getting up, you both walk towards the ocean, holding hands. “Whatever number comes up... You'd go with me?” The questions come out with a touch of fear. What if he doesn't want to leave Hawkins, and your relationship is set on where you want to go?

 “Absolutely.” He says, making you breathe out in relief. “It's you and me.” When you stop, Eddie looks down at you, a hand caressing your face softy. “I mean, unless you grow tired of a Freak in your life.”

 Chuckling, you shake your head. “Nah. What would I do without your freakiness all over my life, Munson?” He smiles. “So let's do this...” You say, looking at the dice.

 “Let's do this... And after our graduation, our life can finally start.”

 Nodding, you tiptoe, your foreheads touching. “Alright... I'll let it fall... And our future shall be set.” You put a note of drama on the last part.

 “It shall be,” Eddie repeats, and as he kisses you, long, lovingly, and passionately, you let the dice fall.

 Nothing matters for that moment. Hawkins, Santa Monica, Lenora Hills... It's just you and Eddie, and the kiss that you want to taste for the rest of your days. When you pull away to breathe, a smile on both your lips, you take a deep breath before looking down at the dice.

 Gasping, you can't help but smile. “Well, we won't have to throw again.” He says, and you nod.

 “Our forever starts now.”

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[frost-queen]

Game over series

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Billy Hargrove ✧ sister!reader

❗ part 1

❗ part 2

❗ part 3

❗part 4

❗ part 5 

❗part 6 

[chloe-skywalker]

No Plans - Billy Hargrove (3/3)

Part #3 (3/3)

Billy x Fem!Reader Harrington

Steve x Fel!Sister!Reader

Warnings: Stranger Things, none

Word count: 1,787

Summary: Now that the Christmas Eve at the Mayfield/Hargrove home obligation was fulfilled, it’s time for Billy to experience Christmas at the Harringtons. 

Authors Note: Finale part 3! Here it is everyone! Enjoy! Merry Christmas & Happy Holiday’s!

Masterlist

Stranger Things Masterlist

Holiday Masterlist

Part 1 (2021)  ~ Part 2 (2022)

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“What are you doing?” Y/n asked Billy as he took a pillow and blanket off of her bed and set them up on the floor in a makeshift bed.

“Anyone could walk in-” Billy started to answer, gesturing to the door. Billy normally would sleep in the bed with Y/n. But with how many people were staying in the house he didn’t want to set a bad example for himself to her family. But Y/n stopped him.

“Stop, Billy. You are sleeping in my bed with me. That's finale. Just keep your clothes on and if someone comes in we’ll be good.” Y/n stated picking up the blanket and pillow off the floor shaking them out and placing them back on the bed, before she got undressed to put on her pj’s.

“Just don’t want to make a bad impression.” Billy told her, watching the door apprehensively.

“Billy, why do you care what my family thinks of you so much?” Y/n asked him sitting on her bed watching him change into his own pj’s. Great view Y/n thought in her head.

“I don’t plan on letting you go so it’d be nice if your family liked me.” Billy stated moving onto the bed sitting next to her. He never cared about what parent’s thought of him before now. There was more at stake with y/n in Billys mind.

Y/n hated how he felt the need to get her parents approval. She means sure if he were to act like the Billy around town then they’d probably hate him, but she hated how he felt he needed to be not himself to impress her family.

Y/n sighed reaching out to hold his hands in hers before explaining something she felt was very important for him to hear. “Oh Billy. You don’t have to do that. I don’t care if they like you, because I don't care what they think. I’m glad you're here because it’ll make this holiday bearable. My parents like you Billy and it drives my brother nut’s. Normally our parents are always gone so we celebrate by ourselves Steve and me. Sometimes we invite friends over to celebrate with us. Like the kids Max hangs out with, Nancy, Robin, Johnathan, I could go on. That’s honestly the way I prefer it. Just Steve, me and the people we consider family. Like you.”

The only person Y/n wished liked Billy was her brother, but she knew there were a lot of reasons on both sides why they didn’t get along.

“Why are they here hosting them?” He asked her with an inquisitive look. He was confused if they were never really around. Why were they hosting all their family this christmas?

“It’s their turn this year. Trust me they weren’t happy about it.” Y/n let out a sarcastic laugh remembering how upset her parents were to have to cancel their vacation plans. Y/n snuggled up into Billys side as they repositioned themselves to lay down under her covers getting ready to sleep. “I’m just glad you're here. I couldn’t imagine doing this without you.”

Billy pulled her as close as she could possibly be to him, kissing the top of her head. “I’m not leaving. Promise.”

^     ^     ^

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” The kids came barging into her bedroom screaming her name. Effectively waking her and Billy out of their peaceful sleep.

“Hmmmm, what?” Y/n asked in a very tired, sleepy voice opening her eyes to look at them.

“Come on, get up! Santa came!” They grabbed her shoulder, shaking her whole body.

“Well, how about you go wake your parent’s up and we’ll meet you there.” Y/n suggested and the kids left to do as Y/n said.

“Are they always that loud?” Billy groaned, turning on his side facing her.

“No, they're just excited.” She shook her head smiling at him.

“Where are you going?” Billy pulled her back down to the bed before she could get up, wrapping her arms tightly around her pulling her back into his chest.

“If we don’t get up they’ll come back.” Y/n laughed, smiling at how sweet his actions were, loving how clingy he always was in the morning.

“They wake you to?” Steve asked from the doorway rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“Yup.” Y/n smiled over at her brother, craning her neck to do so.

“Hey, can I have a moment with Hargrove here?” Steve asked once Y/n and Billy had gotten up and were heading out of Y/n’s room. “Uh, sure. I’ll go downstairs. Start helping with breakfast.” Y/n looked between her brother and boyfriend unsure if this was a good idea to leave them alone. But Billy gave her a nod singling it would be okay.

“What do you want, Harrington?” Billy asked once Y/n’s footsteps could be heard going down the stairs.

“Just wanted to say thanks. For taking care of my sister yesterday. Max says that Neil is an ass so. . .” Steve looked to Billy hoping he didn’t want to fight Steve was done fighting with him. And he never won anyways. But he really just wanted to talk.

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.” Billy clenched and unclenched his fist resisting the urge to punch him for even insinuating that he would let his father lay a hand on Y/n.

“I appreciate that. Look, can we just call a truce? At least for today if not for good. For Y/n.” Steve nodded with an appreciative look, he could see it in the dirty blonde. He truly cared about his sister and that took awhile to sink in. But it had now and Steve didn’t want to cause an eventual rift between him and his sister.

“For Y/n.” Billy agreed to Steve’s idea, it was time they got along for Y/n. BIlly didn’t plan on leaving her so he and Steve needed to bury the hatchet. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

“Did you just-’

“Not happening ever again so take it and move on.” Billy didn’t apologize often. So Steve needed to just leave it and move on. Take the apology and never mention it again.

The two nodded and headed down stairs to join everyone else.

“Hey, breakfast is ready.” Y/n greeted the boy’s as they entered the kitchen. Y/n had put some bacon on her’s and their plates along with cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon rolls were Steve and y/n’s tradition for breakfast on holiday’s.

“Thanks, sis.” Steve took his plate from her outstretched hand.

“Thanks.” Billy grabbed the other plate from her.

“Everything okay?” Y/n asked as surprisingly of what they could have talked about as they went to sit down.

“Everything's fine. More than.” Billy leaned over and kissed her on the lips before digging into his plate.

After breakfast everyone opened presents after opening present’s everyone slowly got dressed. Y/n and Billy headed up to her room to get dressed themselves.

“Hey, I still have that gift for you.” Billy spoke up once the door was shut to Y/n’s room.

“Billy-”

“You got me gifts. I’m allowed to give you them as well.” Billy really loved the gifts she had gotten and he was excited to see her open his gift.

“Oh, Billy. It’s beautiful.” Y/n was stunned at the gift. It was a matching necklace and ring. On the back of the necklace and inside the ring were her’s and Billy’s entails.

“I figured if you couldn’t wear one you could wear the other.” He explained to her, he knew she didn’t always wear necklaces but she always had a ring on or one or the other.

“I love them. Thank you.” Y/n smiled up at him before turning around to have him help her put on the necklace as she slid the ring on.

“I was hoping you would.” Billy grinned happily and relieved that she loved them.

“Can I ask you something?” Y/n turned to face him.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Why are you and my brother getting along? Hell your acting like friends. I’m not upset by it, I’m actually kind of happy about it, but it’s also kind of freaking me out. You hated each other just yesterday.” Y/n moved to sit back on her bed hoping to get an answer about earlier. It’s making Y/n feel a little crazy watching them get along. She loved it but it was odd.

“We called a truce.” Billy told her with a shrug.

“Why?” Y/n tilted her head confused.

“Why do you think?” He teased asking her with a knowing look in his eyes.

“Me?” She furrowed her brows and her eyes widened. Y/n was confused at their timing if that was the case. “Why now?”

“I think he might have realized I’m not going anywhere and I’m not using you.” Billy told her moving to stand between her legs. He hated that at first y/n and Steve thought he was trying to use her. Sure he flirted with her just to piss Steve off. But he never planned on using Y/n. This was the longest relationship Billy has ever had.

“Thank you.” Y/n smiled at him gratefully knowing it couldn’t have been easy to do that for her.

“Anything for you.” He whispered against her lips before pulling her into a kiss which in the process ended up with them falling back onto her bed, with Billy hovering over her.

“Let’s get dressed and head back down.” Y/n suggest once they broke apart as she ran her hand’s up and down his biceps.

After they got dressed and went back down stairs the day continued and they played games and just hung out with the family. Steve and Billy acted like friends the rest of the day, but if you asked Y/n she watched them actually get along and share things in common. Y/n didn’t think they were doing much acting at all.

The day went by fast and everyone sat down in the family room to eat dinner. After that Billy and Y/n headed up to her room for some quiet time.

“Did you have fun?” Y/n questioned hoping he did, it seemed like he  had.

“Yeah, I did.” Billy smiled a guinea smile at her he reached up to run a hand through her hair.

“It was a fun first Christmas together.’ Y/n hinted hoping he got that she wanted to spend more Christmas’ together.

“One one many to come.” BIlly smirked, enjoying the thought of her words.

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Billy Hargrove x Reader

'Do you have my fucking Snickers?'

Summary: Billy is convinced between you and Max, he is going to die. It can't get much worse. Or so he thought. When both of your cycles sync, he is very convinced you might start taking action on all of the threats.

You lay on the couch, Max collapsed on the live seat. You continue flipping through movies until you see a horror movie rerun, you don't know which. You also don't care. Max liked horror movies and so did you, easy.

You hear the front door open quietly, Billy. He must be back with the candy. By now Billy has figured out how to deal with you both. Separately. He genuinely believed you would kill him whenever your cycle synced with Max.

On the first day he had made a comment about to much damn estrogen. He was not prepared to have a fork thrown at him. He was also not prepared for you both to hang up on him.

He called max a shitbird, like always, and had two women yelling at him for half an hour. Poor billy. Any gross comment would be deflected, you weren't horny this month.

"Do you have my fucking Snickers," Max yells. You look at him as he tosses a few candy bars at each of you before running. You scoff as he shuts his door.

"I guess that's the answer," you say and tear open a package of M & M's. Neither one of you would see much of him. Both of you had a moody month.

Billy couldn't handle dealing with you, and didn't know how you both did. He has seen you take a punch from one of the jocks and laugh, when he saw you clutching a heating pad in fetal position he was convinced you were dying.

It was confusing for him. One month you would both lay on the couch and cry together (despite the fact that Max wasn't on her period. Billy was also confused that if one of you was, you both matching the others mood) or you would both be yelling at anyone who looked at you.

"Fuck," you hear max groan as she adjusts her position to be in less pain. Billy had once said it wasn't that bad. Max kicked him in the balls. He was honestly terrified if he saw the box of pads out. It meant hell had come to the Y/L/N household. Your mom worked most of time, business trips and shit.

"Lucky prick," you mumble as you feel a sharp pain in your lower back. You didn't choose cramps, guys chose to kicked in the balls. If they weren't an asshole, it would happen. Regardless of your attitude you would feel like you had been shot.

"Cut off his balls and make him bleed for a week straight, see how he feels," Max says and you agree. Billy had come out of his room, very quietly, to see if one of you wanted real food. Hearing the conversation going on, he turned as white as a ghost before escaping to his room (and locking the door).

"I feel like I'm dying," you say as the pain in your lower back moves to your abdomen. Max groans in response and takes another Snickers bar.

Billy had to deal with the both of you for at least four more days. And he wouldn't be prepared for tomorrow when you both sat on the couch crying because you had rewatched a movie where the dog died. He would never be ready.

[drops-of-june]

CHAPTER III: Rebel Yell

• I don't own the characters, this fanfic is based on the TV-Show Stranger Things (second season) from a Hargrove!Reader POV.

• Quick reminder to readers, I'm not a english native speaker, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. Hope you understand.

• You are not allowed to translate/repost inside or outside tumblr this fanfic.

Summary: Is y/n first day trying to survive at her new school. Making friends, and first people impressions.

Word Count: 2.9K

CHAPTER III: Rebel Yell

Y/n awoke early to the sound of the alarm clock, her mind still a little foggy from sleep. It was her first full day at Hawkins, and she had the responsibility of driving Max to her new elementary school. She rolled out of bed, quickly dressed in her favorite jeans and a t-shirt from AC/DC, and headed downstairs.

Max was already in the kitchen, finishing her breakfast. y/n gave her an encouraging smile as she made her own coffee to go. 

‘Ready for your first day, Madmax?’ She asked, trying to instill enthusiasm in her voice.

Max nodded, though her expression showed a mixture of nerves and excitement. 

‘Yes, I think so.’

After a quick breakfast and making sure they both had everything they needed, they left the house and climbed into the car. The cool morning air greeted them as y/n drove through the quiet streets of Hawkins toward Max's elementary school. The drive was relatively short and quiet, but y/n tried to keep their spirits up by playing some soft music on the radio.

Arriving at the school, y/n parked the car in the driveway. She looked at Max with a smile, but the younger girl looked worried.

‘You're going to do great, Max. Remember, just be yourself and have fun. I'll see you later, okay? Remember that I’ll wait in…’

Max smiled, a little more relaxed. 

‘In the High School parking lot’ Interrupted her, calm. ‘Thanks, y/n. I'll see you later.’

y/n stood on the sidewalk, watching Max walk into the building with other children. Once Max disappeared from her sight, y/n rested her hands on the steering wheel of her car, feeling a small knot in her stomach. It was her turn to face her own first day at the new school.

She sat in the car, looking at the clock on the dashboard. She still had time before her classes began. She remembered Sam's words once more and felt a little more encouraged and decided to use the time to mentally prepare herself.

The parking lot was quiet, with only a few cars arriving as other students began to show up. Y/n took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment and let the soft music on the radio soothe her. She knew this new start at Hawkins would be a challenge, but she was determined to face it with the same energy and determination she had always had.

When the clock struck the entry time, y/n picked up her backpack, turned off the engine and got out of the car. With a mixture of nerves and resolve, she walked toward the entrance of the high school, ready to face her first day in this new chapter of her life.

As she walked to the school entrance, y/n noticed a group of boys chatting animatedly near the main doors. Among them, she recognized Eddie, the boy she had met the day before while he and his friends were pasting up posters about the battle of the bands. Eddie saw her and smiled at her, raising a hand in greeting.

‘y/n!’ Eddie called out, approaching her. ‘Glad to see you're here. Ready for the first day of school?’

Y/n smiled back, feeling a little more reassured to see a familiar face. 

‘Yeah, I guess so. Thanks for the flyer yesterday, by the way. Do you mind finally introducing me to your friends?’

Eddie nodded and gestured toward his companions. 

‘Sure. This is Jeff.’ he said, pointing to a tall, dark-skinned guy wearing jeans and an Iron Maiden T-shirt. ‘This is Grant’ he added, introducing a shorter, sturdy guy with a friendly expression and a Clash T-shirt. ‘And this is Gareth.’ he finished, pointing to a boy with wavy, messy blond hair wearing a Metallica t-shirt. He was the only one who didn't seem to want to look her in the eyes, he looked nervous, and you could tell he was younger than his friends.

‘Guys, this is y/n from yesterday.’ Eddie explained. They waved at her with a welcoming smile.

Y/n nodded her head in appreciation. 

‘Hi, guys, huh, could you… tell me where the administration is? I need to pick up my schedule and a few things.’

‘Sure, we'll take you there’, said Eddie. ‘Come on, it's right over here.’

The group moved together, leading y/n through the halls filled with students preparing for the start of the day. The girl tried not to look around too much, avoiding as much as possible the attention that she was already getting. Boys and girls kept staring at her. 

‘So, y/n, do you just listen or play?’ Asked Jeff, breaking the silence as they walked, pointing out her t-shirt.

‘Oh… Yes, as a matter of fact. I play guitar in a.. I used to play guitar in a band in California’ She corrected herself with a sad smile.

‘Oh, sorry about that, it must be hard to leave it all behind.’ Said Grant.

‘It's okay, thanks. I mean, Hawkins doesn't seem to be anything like San Diego, but it doesn't seem bad yet.’

‘Great!’ Gareth exclaimed. ‘You've got to come to the battle of the bands this weekend. It's going to be awesome.’

‘I definitely will.’ Replied y/n, feeling more excited with every step.

They reached the administration office and Eddie pointed to the door. 

‘Here we are. Go and get your schedule. See you after class!’

‘Thank you, guys,’ said y/n, grateful for their help. They each said goodbye with a smile and a friendly nod before heading off to their respective classes. Y/n walked into the administration office, feeling a little more confident and ready to face her first day. 

She waited nervously in the administration office while the principal, a middle-aged man with glasses and a budding bald spot, checked her schedule. After a few minutes, he rose from his desk and motioned for her to follow him.

‘Welcome to Hawkins High, y/n,’ said the principal with a friendly smile as they walked down the hall. ‘I'll take you to your first class. I hope you feel comfortable here.’

‘Thank you, sir, I hope I do’ y/n replied, trying to keep her nervousness under control.

When they reached the history classroom, the principal opened the door and ushered her in. The class fell silent as the students watched the new girl curiously.

‘Good morning, class,’ said the principal. ‘I would like to introduce your new classmate, y/n Hargrove. I hope you will all make her feel welcome.’

Professor Reynolds, a short, dark-haired woman with a few silver locks looked serious, the kind of professor who didn't want interruptions in her class. As she walked, her shoes echoed on the floor. She addressed y/n as she wrote on the blackboard, without looking at her and motioned the girl to the front of the class.

‘Welcome, Miss Hargrove. Please introduce yourself to your classmates,’ she said, giving her no option to refuse.

y/n cleared her throat and looked around the class, feeling all eyes on her. 

‘Hi, I'm y/n. I just moved here from California. I'm in my senior year and really would have preferred to avoid this awkward introduction.’

Some of the boys laughed. Murmurs filled the room, and a few students exchanged interested glances. Not recognizing any of Eddie's friends, y/n looked around for a seat and found a free one next to a boy with voluminous hair and a strong smell of hairspray. She sat down next to him, noticing that he was mumbling to himself as he tried to fix a text.

Out of the corner of her eye, y/n caught a glimpse of what appeared to be some sort of presentation essay. She remembered helping Molly with one not too long ago for a university. Wordlessly, she pulled out a sheet of paper and began to rewrite the boy's essay, paying attention as best she could to the class as she did so.

Time passed quickly, and soon the bell rang announcing the end of class. Students began to get up and gather their things. Y/n turned to the boy and handed him the sheet she had written on.

‘Hey, take a look at this,’ said the blonde, surprising the boy. ‘I made some changes that I think might impress the college you want to apply to.’

The boy looked at the sheet, his eyes widening with surprise, half surprised, half grateful. ‘Wow, thank you. I had no… Thank you! I don't know what to say' He stuttered. 'Oh, you're the new girl... y/n right? Welcome to Hawkins.’

‘Thanks and it was nothing, I hope it's not too weird,’ she replied with a smile. ‘I'm not a stalker, its that I just helped a friend of mine, two weeks ago. She was applying for Columbia.’

‘Oh, no, it's just… it took me by surprise. I didn't think that someone was watching… it was bad right?’ He asked, referring to the essay. 

Some girls in the class did not seem happy to see y/n talking to Steve, exchanging glances and whispering to each other. The girl noticed this but ignored it, concentrating on the conversation with the boy.

‘Oh, not really. Sometimes it is difficult to put your thoughts in order…’

Steve smiled broadly. 

‘Well thank you for organizing my thoughts, y/n. This means a lot to me. I'm Steve, by the way’

‘No problem. Nice to meet you, Steve, and goog luck with your application!’ said y/n before leaving the classroom. 

Y/n walked into her second class of the day, English, with some relief that the teacher introduced her to the class himself and then let her choose her seat. Although there were several empty seats, her eyes fell on Gareth, who was sitting in the back of the room. He gave her a shy nod and smiled as she came up to take the empty seat next to him.

Several boys seemed disappointed to see that she wasn't sitting with them, exchanging glances with each other and muttering something she couldn't clearly hear. She thought she heard something that rhymed to leak. However, y/n decided to ignore the stares and focus on the class.

Gareth kindly wrote in the corner of her notebook the list of books they were going to study that year and some of the topics they had already covered in class. He did so discreetly, making sure not to disrupt the class while the teacher explained about the structure of the subject.

Y/n read the list carefully and nodded, grateful for Gareth's help. Slowly, they began to discuss the books and course topics, establishing a connection that y/n found comforting in the midst of the new experience at a different school.

At the end of class, the teacher announced that they would be doing a paired analysis paper for the next assignment for the next book, so she immediately looked at Gareth, and although he seemed flattered, he raised his fist and she bumped it with hers. Again, out of the corner of her eye she noticed that some of her classmates looked disappointed.

When the bell rang y/n gathered her things, and Gareth murmured.

‘If you need anything else about the books or anything else, just let me know,’ said with a friendly smile. ‘Oh, I wanted to ask… Can I call you y/n/n or would you prefer y/o/n/n?’

‘Thanks. I really appreciate the help,’ she replied, smiling back, and nodded, ‘As long as you don't tell me my full name, you can call me however you want’ she joked. ‘Then… Can I tell you Gar?’ She asked as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. He blushed slightly, but nodded.

‘Sure.’ He smiled back.

They both got up and walked out of the classroom together, leaving behind the curious stares and murmurs of some classmates. They headed to the next class, art, which they luckily also shared, and once it was over, they met up with the other members of Gareth's gang in the school cafeteria.

Over lunch in the school cafeteria, Eddie casually remarked to y/n that he had had classes with her brother, Billy.

'Not much in common, right?' Asked her. She, absentmindedly fiddling with a straw, looked in the direction Eddie pointed and saw Billy a few tables over, surrounded by the popular kids at school.

She shrugged indifferently, watching her brother interact with his new companions as she continued with her lunch. Although she adored her twin brother, even in California they had very different friend groups, and she always tried to avoid crossing paths with him. None of the Hargrove twins ever accepted their respective friendships.

Many times people had told her that they didn't understand how, being so different from her brother, they could get along so well when they were together. It was something that could only be explained by the bond of being twins, perhaps.

The rest of the lunch break, the boys bombarded her with questions about her life in San Diego. She talked animatedly about her friends, mentioning Sam, Molly and Adam, her bandmates in Crimson Chaos, and shared stories about the things she liked to do in her old hometown.

She asked them questions too, trying to redirect attention away from herself. They told her how they met, what they did for fun in town, among other things. They seemed to be very interested in the Dungeons and Dragons role-playing game, and had regular parties. She thought they would get along well with Adam, who was a nerd for such things. He had insisted on getting her into the game many times, until one day he succeeded. It was interesting, maybe he hadn't managed to get her addicted to the game, but from time to time without realizing it, she had been drawn into a game with Adam's friends outside the band when they needed a substitute.

The character she had created with Adam's help somewhat mirrored y/n herself. Lyria Starfall was a chaotic good elf bard, who with her skills of trickery, persuation, stealth and charisma, and of course her musical talent, inspired and assisted her friends in their adventures.

Jeff, with palpable enthusiasm, invited her to attend the band's rehearsal they were having on Halloween night, the next day. 

‘y/n, you have to come!’ said Jeff, his face lit up with excitement. ‘It'll be great to get your opinion.’

y/n smiled, feeling flattered by the invitation. ‘Sure! I'd love to hear you play.’

The rest of the day was more of the same. She shared a class with Billy, who sat next to her, making the curious glances from boys she had received in the first classes much more imperceptible. And after she crossed paths again with Steve, who thanked her again and introduced her to Nancy, his girlfriend. The girl seemed worried about something, kind of distracted, but since she didn't know them, y/n didn't want to jump to conclusions or prejudge without knowing someone.

When the bell rang, ending the day of classes, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked to the parking lot, trying to ignore the stares of those around her. 

In the hallway, Billy was talking to a freckle-faced boy, and a group of girls seemed to drooling over him, panties on the floor. Y/n couldn't help but wince in disgust. Jeff who was just passing by her followed her gaze and let out a chuckle. 

‘Too awkward?’ He asked, distracting her. She looked at him and rolled her eyes.

‘Too awkward. You don't know how much,’ she muttered, feigning a shiver as she opened the door and walked out of the building. The wind ruffled her hair, but she managed to tuck it behind her ear. ‘Do you have sisters?’ 

The boy denied. ‘The only one who has sisters is Gareth. Two little ones.’ He informed her, and y/n smiled. 

‘That's why he has a big brother vibe,’ she agreed. Jeff let out a laugh nodding, as they got closer and closer to the girl's impala, where the other three boys waited.  

‘You bet. You should see him, the little girls know he's got an easy yes with them. He can't say no to em.’

‘Are you talking about Chloe and Sophie?’ Gareth asked, curious and with a smile on his face at the mention of her sisters. He seemed more comfortable talking than he had earlier that day. Molly had once told him that people were intimidated by y/n when they first met her, and after meeting her, they felt relaxed. Maybe that was the case. ‘Isn't it a big brother's job to spoil them?’

‘Yes, it is. That's what we're for.’ y/n admitted. She couldn't say no to Max either. Gareth raised a hand in the air for her to bump. With a smile, she responded to the gesture. Just then, she managed to see Max approaching with her skateboard. ‘Speaking of the devil…’ y/n waved at her and she smiled.

‘Okay. We'll leave you two alone.’ The four of them started to walk away, but Gareth turned back to y/n.

‘Yeah! Don't forget to ask about tomorrow!’ He reminded her. Max looked at her sister with a mischievous grin. She put two fingers to her forehead, pretending to have a headache.

‘Oh, the visions... I think... They are... coming back,’ she muttered. y/n let out a laugh and pushed her toward the car.

‘Come on, get in, Nostradamus. We have to go to the market with your mom,’ she commented, opening the door of her Impala and climbing in. Despite being mentally exhausted, and looking back on everything that had happened that first day of school, y/n thought it really wasn't a bad start. At least it wasn't as bad as she had expected. All that remained was to wait for what else the future would bring.

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hcs searching

guysss...im looking for this certain stranger things headcannons where y/n is steve's younger sister...and she's dating billy...wherein like the stuff she used to go to steve for she would now go to billy for instead and steve's regretful that he didnt do stuff like that before...and everything is in steve's pov

[bitchin-and-bustin]

Girlfriend and Boyfriend

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Harrington!Reader

Genre; fluff

Summary; tutoring at your former high school has you running into the stranger who drove you home a week ago

Warnings; fluff, mentions of sex, slight age gap, teenage boys being dicks, smoking,

PART ONE | PART TWO

You had never really been one for sappy relationships. So that's why you mostly ignored you brother and his girlfriend talking in the front seats of the car.

You wouldn't have had to be there at all if your former algebra teacher hadn't requested you tutor a few students. Considering the fact that you had already graduated high school, you weren't thrilled with the idea of coming back, but upon being told you would be paid, you had a change of heart.

Still, you had been tutoring at Hawkins High School for two weeks, and it got more dreadful each day.

At least you were getting paid.

Third period was typically the class that you would meet up with the students you tutored, and you would sit in the library or the cafeteria, and would attempt to help them with their studies, while forcing herself not to pull your hair out in frusteration.

But with your car having broken down the week prior - and still nonworking - you had no choice but to hitch a ride with your younger brother, who was a senior at Hawkins High, and keep yourself locked up in his car until third period.

Steve Harrington was quite different from his older sister, from his personality to his taste in music. The only thing you two really had in common was your godlike hair and your charming smiles.

One thing that truly separated Steve from you was his girlfriend.

Nancy Wheeler was a little too perfect in your opinion. She had perfect grades, a perfect house, a perfect family, and perfect looks. If you were honest, you didn't think that Nancy was Steve's type. But, he claimed to be in love with her, so you didn't bring it up.

You did think they were cute together, though.

"Do you think I should start from scratch?" You heard Steve say from the front of the car where he and Nancy were going over his college application essay.

"No, I mean..." Nancy trailed off, staring at the paper before looking up at Steve. "When's the deadline?"

" 'S tomorrow for early application." He said quietly. "I mean, can you come help me tonight?"

"No, we have our dinner tonight, remember?" Nancy reminded him.

Steve groaned. "Oh, my God." He sighed, leaning back against the headrest of his seat.

"We already canceled last week." Nancy sighed as well. "Look, you don't have to go, just work on this."

"No, no, no." Steve mumbled, before snatching the paper back from Nancy and crumpling it up frusteratedly. "What's the point?"

"Hey, calm down-"

"I'm calm, I'm calm. I'm just being honest, you know? I mean..." Steve trailed off a moment. "I'm just gonna end up working for my dad anyways."

"That's not true." Nancy tried to assure him.

"I don't  know, Nance, is that such a bad thing?" Steve started. "There's insurance, and benefits, and all that adult stuff. And if I took it, you know, I could be around for your senior year."

"Steve..." Nancy smiled slightly.

"Just look after you a little bit, make sure you don't forget this pretty face." Steve said. Nancy, smiling, looked away for a moment. "Nance, I'm serious."

Nancy turned back to him. Steve leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips. In the backseat, you sighed loudly.

"I'm still here, Steve." You said to your brother. "And as sweet as this is, it's making me sick. Please, for your dear old sister's sake, take this lovebird moment somewhere else."

Steve glared back at you. "Yeah, I hear you. Pissy pants."

You were about to insult Steve back, but the sound of a loud car engine revving outside caused you all to turn towards the windows and furrow your eyebrows.

Curiosity got the better of you and you opened the door to stand up outside and see where the commotion was coming from. Steve and Nancy followed your actions, and the three of you leaned against your respective car doors with narrowed eyes as you watched a new car peel into the parking lot.

Your eyes furrowed further as you saw that this car was a blue Camaro - a very familiar blue Camaro. For your own reasons, you silently hoped it wasn't who you thought it was.

Unfortunately, your suspicions were confirmed when you saw a tall boy step out, with long, sandy hair that was almost an overgrown mullet, and the strange yet alluring combination of denim on denim. Seeing him in the sunlight now, you took your thoughts from that night a week ago back: Billy Hargorve made denim on denim a good look. Your eyebrows raised a considerable amount.

From the passenger's side of Billy's Camaro emerged a smaller person, who was a girl with fiery red hair and freckles. She clasped a skateboard in one hand and held her backpack strap with the other. She was considerably younger, perhaps middle school age, and you assumed she was Billy's sister.

"Rock You Like a Hurricane" was playing from the Camaro again, and whether or not it was a coincidence, it gave you a strange sense of deja vu.

The red headed girl threw her skateboard down and stepped on it, immediately skating away in the direction of the middle school, which was a few buildings over. You watched intensely - unintentionally - as Billy's head turned to follow the red head's leaving form, before he took a glance around the parking lot.

You thought you might as well have had a stroke when you noticed Billy's eyes linger on you longer than they did anything else. Though you didn't do anything to convey your thoughts, they were practically screaming at you inside your head. And you could have sworn you saw Billy's lips curve into the slightest smirk before he put his cigarette back to his mouth and slammed his car door shut, and walked away.

You couldn't help but stare at him as he strutted off - mostly because his pants were tight and his ass was nice.

You couldn't help but stare at him as he strutted off - mostly because his pants were tight and his ass was nice.

You were so caught up in watching the new kid that you barely noticed two people approach Steve's car.

"You guys have any clue who that is?" Said the voice of Tommy H - Steve's former best friend since sixth grade. You turned to see that he and his girlfriend Carol had come up beside Steve, and were also watching Billy disappear behind a row of cars. As usual, Steve looked irritated at their presence.

"I don't know, but he's fine as hell." Carol murmured.

"Normally, I'd disagree, but yeah, you're not wrong." Said Tommy. "Better ass than me."

You cleared your throat slightly, drawing the attention to you. "Um...I might know him." You said.

Steve raised an eyebrow. "How? I've never seen him in my life."

" 'Member when I told you some creeps were getting at me the other night?" You asked, and Steve nodded. You nodded your chin towards where Billy had disappeared. "Yeah, he showed up and got them off my backs. He's the one that drove me home that night."

"Do you know his name?" Nancy asked, looking at you.

You paused for a moment before you answered, deciding that in a small town like this, everyone would know the new kid in town by the end of the day.

"Billy." You told Nancy. "He's Billy Hargrove."

The rest of the day, you tried to rid your mind of thoughts about Billy Hargorve. But it was difficult. He was new, and alluring. Though you were sure that every girl in Hawkins High School had realized that already. They'd be lining up at his door just for sex. You would have sex with him if meant you got a ride in that sweet Camaro again.

You stared at said Camaro from the back of your brother's car. In fact, you rather glared at it. Your job as a tutor was going to start soon, so you sat moping in Steve's car miserably. Normally, you would have been reading a book to pass the time, but you were too busy thinking about the other night.

You sort of wished it hadn't happened. Finally, you glanced down at your watch, seeing that it was almost time to leave. You sighed to yourself, and started collecting the textbooks and notes you'd need for tutoring and shoved them into your bag.

When you stepped out of the car, you winced slightly and narrowed your eyes to shield them from the harsh afternoon sunlight. After being in the dark car for so long, the sun was almost blinding to you.

"Hey, girlie, watch it!"

Due to not being able to see much of anything, and the fact that you literally had you back turned, you didn't notice that there was two boys with a basketball running through the parking lot towards her. Before you could even attempt to move out of the way, one of the boys shot past you, and his shoulder slammed into your, causing you to gasp and stumble forward and drop your bag, its contents spilling out and onto the asphalt.

You looked up just in time to see the two boys scoffing and laughing and they dribbled their basketball and disappeared toward the school. You scowled and sighed.

Annoyed, you knelt down to your knees, and started collecting the papers and pens that had fallen out of your bag. As you grumbled under your breath about idiotic boys, you didn't notice that someone had approached you until a pair of shoes stood in front of your line of vision and you paused your movements.

"You have a knack for getting into trouble, don't you, girlfriend?"

You craned your head back to look up, eyebrows raising when you saw that Billy Hargrove was the one standing in front of you.

You cleared your throat and hesitantly looked back down at the papers she was holding. "And apparently, you have a knack for running into me when I do."

Billy dropped down so he was level with you, and you glanced up, seeing him grin. "Apparently I do."

You smiled and reached for a pen that had rolled across the floor, only to have Billy beat you to it and pick it up. You stared at him, and watched awkwardly as he started picking up the remaining pens. Then you gave him a wary smile as he held them out and you took them.

You found an excuse to turn away as you put away the rest of your pens. "What are you doing out of class, Billy?" You questioned.

"I have a free block third period." Billy told you, at which you made a face which said "you're smart enough to have a free block?"

Billy stood up and then held out his hand you, which you took hesitantly, and he pulled you to your feet. "What about you? What are you doing in school?" Billy asked you. "Thought you said you were too old for me?"

You grinned slightly and you pulled your bag further up your shoulder. "That's because I am. I graduated last year."

"That only makes us a year apart, girlfriend." Billy said with a smirk.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel your cheeks heat up. "You're quite the flirt, aren't you?" You started walking towards the school.

Billy followed, walking beside you. "Its my best attribute, girlfriend."

You gave him a look. "You're really putting emphasis on this, aren't you?" You said.

Billy shrugged slightly. "My offer still stands."

You tried to hide your smile. It was strange, you thought, how Billy Hargrove was taking an interest in you of all people, when he had a whole town full of girls already frothing at the mouth over him.

It was just that Harrington charm, you guessed.

"I'm tempted to accepct that offer." You told Billy. "But I barely know you."

"Then you'll get to know me," Billy said. ",when we go on a date."

You turned your head to look at him, eyebrows raised. "A date?" You questioned.

"Yeah." Billy said casually. "That diner with the cherry pie, downtown. I've heard its good."

"It is, but-"

"So, eight o'clock, this afternoon?"

You sighed and stopped walking. Billy paused too, and you both looked at each other. "My brother's in your grade." You started. "He's not gonna like this."

Billy smirked and leaned forward slightly. "Then screw your brother, Harrington."

You stared at Billy, leaning back to avoid close proximity with him. But you couldn't stop staring at his eyes, his beautiful, crystal blue eyes.

God, he was gorgeous.

So, you sighed again, and nodded. "Okay. It's a date."

Billy smiled in success. "Eight o'clock?"

You nodded. "Eight o'clock."

"Deal." Billy back up, and started walking back towards the school building, but still facing you. "See you tonight, girlfriend."

Then he turned around, and you were left to watch him disappear behind a row of parker cars.

You smiled to yourself, and felt a blush creep up on your face - just a bit to late. You rolled your eyes, still grinning giddily, and shook your head. "Boyfriend."

Please like if you enjoyed! Reblogs are appreciated!

-- bitchin n bustin <3

Taglist!

@dees-newest-obsession

[toohottohoot]

Billy Hargrove x Older!Sibling Reader

help please where are these fics

i get the younger!sister fics, I really do, where the reader is sweet and caring BUT hear me out what about the OLDER biological sister who’s really tough on him because she wants him to be able to stand up for himself, it’s really angsty and some shit idk maybe reader dies, more trauma for our favorite man, you get the gist

please reblog w fics like these!!!

[ebaylee422]

Characters

Stranger Things (the heart of my blog):  

Character(s) X Reader/OC or the Ship. All other characters for other formats, I will reject any requests for any kids in a SMUT request. It is a privileged for cannon adult only. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanon

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Steddie, Steddie X Reader

Harringrove, Harringrove X Reader

Mungrove, Mungrove X Reader

Ronance

A Court of Thorns and Roses+ : 

Character X Reader/OC, I will take considerations for other characters but it might be biased. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Cassian

Nesta

Lucien

Feyre X Rhysand X Reader

Azriel, and Azriel X Rhysand’s Sister

Game of Thrones/ House of the Dragon: 

Character X Reader/OC only

Daenerys Targaryen

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Daario Naharis

Yara Greyjoy

Jaime Lannister

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Cregan Stark

Random!

Leon S. Kennedy, from Resident Evil 4 Remake

Merlin or Arthur, from BBC Merlin 

Potentially Marvel Characters or Harry Potter characters (depending)

[nikkisheep]

Can i request a Steve Harrington x hargrove reader.

You are an awesome writer.

Okay so

Billy is protective. Like very. Him and yn get along well they help each other get through the abuse.

I can just imagine Billy at the arcade. Why? Because yn was going with the party an other.

He just hides inside trying not to be seen while making sure his sister is okay.

"What are you doing . You hate this place,"

"Fuck," and then he just makes a run for it.

I tried to make it detailed so it would be easier to write.

No pressure if you do it tag me

Arcade

Warnings: protective billy, hargrove reader, cursing, making out

Steve Harrington x hargrove reader

Susan was throwing a party at the arcade. You already told your brother that you were taking the keys to his car, something that you failed to do because Billy stuffed the keys in his waistband of his shorts. The party was going to be at seven so you were going to be over at your boyfriend's house.

You and Steve had been dating since you moved to Hawkins. You met him at a party that Billy dragged you to. After a few drinks, the two of you clicked. You were known as the King and Queen of Hawkins. You loved Steve. How could you not?

---

Getting a shower, styling your hair, putting on make-up, you were ready to get dressed. You chose a pair of high rise shorts (Steve loved to see your legs) and a white shirt. You threw on a pair of shoes and ran down the stairs. Steve was outside waiting for you.

"No running in the house," Billy yells, setting down his weights.

"Sorry Dad," You giggle.

"Where exactly do you think you are going?"

"A party."

"You're grounded, remember," Billy scoffs.

"Oh please, Billy. I have been good, besides if you don't let me go then I will tell Max that you are sleeping with her friend's older sister." You threaten. He rolls his eyes.

"You little shit," He says before dashing to you. You escaped by slipping out the door.

"Love ya, Billy."

"That girl is going to get me killed," Billy shook his head.

You were just like Billy. You looked like him, acted like him slightly. That's why the two of you stick together no matter how much abuse the two of you get. You loved each other dearly.

That was why Billy got in his car to follow Steve's all the way to the arcade. He wasn't trying to spy on you but he needed to make sure that you didn't do anything stupid like you did last time with that Harrington boy.

He parks in the back so you don't see his car. He puts a hat on and goes inside, keeping his head down. He scans for you and Steve but he doesn't see you.

----

"Stevie," You say.

"Yes, dear?"

"I love you so much," You slur.

"You're drunk."

"But I love you," He says.

"I am sorry Billy doesn't like you," You whine.

"It's okay, I don't care if your brother likes me because I like you."

"You like me?" Your buzzed mind making you say anything.

"Baby, we are dating." He chuckles.

He knows how you get when you are drunk.

You climb on a counter, not really supposed to but you do.

"Can I have everyone's attention?" You yell.

They look at you. You lift a red cup.

"I love Steve Harrington! He is my boyfriend, guys. We are dating!" You giggle.

Billy watchs you do the stupid things and all he can think about was the punishment he was going to get when he gets you home.

"Wanna get out of here and make-out?" You ask Steve.

He grabs your hand and drags you to the back of the building. You can feel the cool air on your heated face. You push Steve against the brick wall and claim his mouth. His lips were slightly chapped and tasted like beer but was so Steve. He kissed back with the same intesity as you.

Your lips moved in sync. The kiss was rough, passionate, hot and messy. Teeth clashing, tongues rolling against the other, spit coating the sides of y'alls mouths. You hands in his hair, his on your waist only to slide to your ass. Steve moves his lips to your neck, causing you to moan out.

----

Billy needed a cigeratte. He needed one bad. The beer was gross, there was so many people and he had lost sight of you. The only way to get a smoke was to go behind the building, not knowing that was where you and Steve was.

Walking out the exit, he rounds the corner to his car. He doesn't notice the two of you practically dry humping each other in the parking lot behind the arcade. That was until Steve made you cry out a moan of, "Stevie, feel so good."

Billy turned around and saw the two shadows of you with Steve. He saw you grinding against Steve's leg and he saw red.

"Get your hands off my sister," He hollered.

You and Steve was startled, making you jump at the sounds of Billy's voice. Steve lets you go and you turn to look at an angry Billy.

Billy grabs your arm and you follow his lead.

"Wait, Billy you hate the arcade. You complain about Max all the time," You say.

Billy looks like he sees a ghost. To be honest, you wouldn't be surprised if he did.

"Fuck," He whispers.

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing grinding on Harrington?" He throws back.

"Why do care?"

"Because you are my sister and it is my job to keep you safe. It is my ass if I don't. If Dad came home and found out that I let you go to a party while being grounded, he would beat the fuck out of me Y/n."

Your eyes softening at his words. You understood what he meant.

"Billy, I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I just want you to be okay," He says, pulling you into a hug.

Then he pushes you away.

"What was that for jerk?" You yell.

" You have Harrington on you," He groans.

'What does that mean?" You yell again.

"You're gross," He whinces.

"Hey," Steve yells.

[queers-gambit]

What Goes Around, Comes Around

prompt: ( requested ) Billy's known for his temper and being obsessed with his pretty little girlfriend - which gets her severely injured by his past transgressions.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!cheerleader!reader reader and Billy are both 18+, seniors in high school

word count: 6.7k+

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

note: you're a liar if you didn't immediately start singing Justin Timberlake's "What Goes Around... Comes Around".

warnings: remember there are different responses to trauma! some people shut down, stop talking; others jabber and chatter nervously. reader is the latter. we got angst, we got literal hurt and comfort, established relationship. term "going postal" is used, cursing, technically underage drinking, not edited, author mildly gave up at the end. triggering content: depictions of physical violence, depictions of injury and blood, depiction of abuse, violent plots, Billy's girl gets physically assaulted (but it's minimally detailed).

DO NOT read if this content can potentially trigger you. you are NOT missing anything, you will miss NOTHING by skipping this, but i do try to keep the details as neutral as possible. again, prioritize yourself, mental health, and emotional state - this ain't worth the read if it's gonna upset you, i promise. author loves you all

"That's fucking her, I swear to God."

"You sure?"

"100%. That's Billy's little bitch he's obsessed with."

The three guys smirked at one another, eyeing you across the living room as you giggled and drank with a few friends in adorable, fashion forward outfits. Someone started a game of beer pong, you on the sidelines to cheer, giving them a full-show of your form.

"She's hot," Jake mused. "I can see why he keeps her so close."

"Nah, not tonight," Lawrence frowned, "heard they got in some huge fight at school. Like, she walked home and he sped off in his car."

"Hm, heard he's ridiculously protective of her... She must've really pissed him off," the third boy, Steven, nodded. "So, he's not here tonight?"

"Doubt it," Jake nodded.

"Go find out," Steven advised. "There, the basketball bros - one of them would know. Or a cheerleader," he eyed the crowd. "Chrissy's over there, Brittany's beside her - they'd be the best bet in my mind."

"We seriously considering this?" Lawrence asked with a small, nervous chuckle. "I mean, it's kinda crazy, isn't it? We're gonna send Billy Hargrove a message by roughing up his girl? There's not some better way?"

"I'd love to hear it," Steven scoffed. "Billy's too comfortable at the top of the school, broke my fucking nose and deviated Jake's septum. Didn't he fuck your sister the first week he was here, Lawrence?"

"I mean - "

"Broke her fucking heart, didn't he?" Jake tacked on.

"Well, yeah," Lawrence sighed, shrugging.

"You tell me, dude, was that shit fair?"

"No," Lawrence looked down.

"So, yeah, I know, it's bad to hit a lady - but what about my boot? Huh?" Steven smirked, nodding. "Go find out what you can. Last thing we need is Billy walkin' in the party, right?"

Jake nodded with enthusiasm, leaving Lawrence behind. He hesistated but then did as Steven asked; asking the present basketball team members if Billy gave indication he was coming. The cheerleaders assured he wouldn't dare show up when you were there after a very public fight, and if he did, it would be to cause another scene.

So, after reporting back to Steven, a plan was formed. Lawrence didn't seem fully on board, but in an effort to save his own skin, he went along with what Jake and Steven were plotting - even if that meant roughing up a woman. Something his mama and grandmama vehemently taught him not to do...

Something churned in his stomach when he heard how the two lads were nearly foaming at the mouth to get their revenge. So, he casually went to grab another drink - pausing where a few of your friends were. "Oi," he whispered, earning their attention.

"Hey, Law," Chrissy smiled.

"Hey, Chris," he sniffled, glancing around. "Listen, uh, you seen Billy 'round?"

"No? Why?"

"Hmm, just, uh... Heard his girl was all upset, thought maybe her drinking all that much was a bad idea without him around."

"Oh," Chrissy blinked, looking up at her boyfriend, Jason, as he approached the group with two drinks in hand. "I didn't think about it like that, Law."

"What's wrong?" Jason asked.

"No, nothing, Lawrence just pointed out how shitty it is to drink without someone watching your back," she pouted.

He nodded, "You lose your friends, man?"

"No, just tryna look out," Lawrence shrugged. "Few girls here drinking a lot, not a lot of defenses 'round them."

Jason frowned, "That's kinda their man's job, isn't it?"

"What if their man isn't here?"

"I'm gonna be right back," Chrissy smiled, parting ways with her girlfriend in tow - and when Law looked, they were using the kitchen telephone. He prayed they were phoning the Hargrove residence.

Lawrence sighed in slight relief and nodded to Jason; the white boy just nodding back silently and letting the other athlete pass him by to head back for Jake and Steven. He grabbed an unopened beer on his way to maintain appearances.

"Hey, we got it," Jake smirked at the third boy, "she just went outside, we should move now."

"Huh?" Law mumbled.

"C'mon," Steven growled, pushing off the mantle and stalking for the backdoors to follow your retreating form.

"Wait, what're we doing?" Law asked, trying to keep up with the drunken, elongated strides of the two dickheads he called 'friends'. "Hey! Guys, c'mon - what's going on?"

"Just - shut up, pussy boy, let's go, fuckin' keep up," Steven sneered, shoving the glass door out of his way and nearly cracking it.

Outside, the in-ground pool was alight with multicolored lights. There were teenagers littered all around the pool deck; some lounging and some standing, all drinking. There was a kegstand in play, ping pong table hosting another game of Beer Pong, and the thick stench of cigarette smoke in the air.

"She's over there," Jake pointed, their sights turning to see you leaning over to huff on your cigarette while Tammy May Flipsen lit the end of it. Your smile was genuine as you thanked her, just stepping two feet away to gaze up at the stars - a perfect time to strike.

The alcohol in everyone's system made them slow, vulnerable, and downright stupid; leaving Steven and Jake the opportunity to seize either of your arms and literally rush you around the corner of the house without anyone intervening.

Once in the remote side yard, the sickening plan commenced.

Lawrence could barely approach, managing to watch with tears in his eyes as the noises of the party masked the noises of pain you emitted; two nearly full-grown men took out their anger towards your boyfriend on you. You cried, begged for reprieve, sounded so confused and broken that it shattered Lawrence's heart - briefly thinking what if someone did this to his sister...

That made him spring into action. "Hey! No! No, this ain't right! Get off her!" Lawrence barked, shoving the two away from your body on the ground. "That's enough - back off - fuck is wrong with you!?"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Steven demanded.

"Bitch has it coming!"

"What? You fuckin' her, too? Got you pussy whipped like Billy Boy?"

"Just fuck off, beating on a girl!" Lawrence snapped, but it was a huge mistake. Jake and Steven shared a single look before launching at the third boy, beating him as they had you - but much harder. He swore he earned a concussion, their heels stomping his neck, collarbones, wrists, ribs, ankles; exactly the same as they did to you.

"Tryna defend her now!?" Jake heaved, giving a swift kick to Lawrence's kidney. "Huh? You're so scared of Billy but you're gonna mess with his girl?" He laughed. "She must have a magic cunt or something!"

"You're so fucking pathetic, you have to beat up a girl!?" Law shot right back, earning a swift kick to the jaw from the lad that used to play soccer (or American fútbol). "Huh? Two on one? Such big men, aren't yah?" He sneered again, spitting blood to the side.

"Leave it," Steven halted Jake when he charged again, "they're both pretty fucked."

"Well, that dumbass should learn a lesson 'bout interfering!"

"Law's learned - he has, bro, and if he wants, he can learn again," Steven spat on Lawrence's form, Jake doing the same to you - both eventually stalking away like bored toddlers walking away from broken toys.

Slowly, Lawrence grunted as he pulled himself up to sit against the side of the house. "Fuck's sake," he whispered, wiping his eyes and wincing when he felt the sore skin - trailing a finger up, wincing again when he discovered split skin above his eyebrow. "Ohhhh, fuuuuck," Law drawled when you slowly peaked up from your fetal position on the ground. "Hey, hey, you all right? Stupid question," he hissed in pain when he moved to try and assist you.

You cried out when his grip laid on you, but powered through to let him help you sit against the house, too. "Holy shit," you whispered, blood dribbling from your mouth; teeth feeling loose, a headache already assaulting you, and cuts stinging in the bitter night.

"I'm so sorry."

"N-No, you - it would've been so much worse if you hadn't..." You trailed off, sniffling, "You didn't have t'jump in, you got hurt 'cause of me."

"You got hurt 'cause of Billy," Lawrence frowned.

"Huh?"

"That's why they're so pissed off," Lawrence explained, spitting more blood to the side; his jeans stained with mud, blood, and grass. "Billy got their asses few weeks ago, they're still pissed... I heard them," he deflected smoothly, "talkin' about teaching Billy a lesson through you. Didn't feel right, but I should've stopped them so much sooner. I-I'm sorry I didn't do more, Y/N."

"You did more than anyone else," you whimpered, drawing your knees into your chest to lock your arms around them. "I don't even know them, they go to our school?"

"We're all in AP History with Snyder."

You paused to nod absently, not even bothering to try and recall any interactions you might've had with Steven and Jake. Instead, you eyed your savior, mumbling, "You're Lawrence, right?"

"Yeah," he breathed.

"Your sister's... Cara? Sarah? No, no," you paused to think, his frown deepening as you seemed so nice and authentic. "Your sister's name is Natalie, right?"

"Yeah," he half-smiled. "You know her?"

"She's a sweetheart, has those cute glasses? Yeah, I like her; she just joined cheer, right?"

"Yeah, that's her."

You eyed him for a moment, ignoring the blood dripping off you both from the beat down; then whispered with a sniffle, "Is that why you helped? 'Cause your sister's on the cheer squad, too?"

"No," he replied instantly, sounding quiet (like you), "I'd like to believe if I saw something I know is wrong... I'd be the type of person to step in, try to stop it."

"You did tonight."

"I should've done more a lot sooner."

"You could've been really hurt, Law."

"Like you?"

"I'm just - look, two guys? Beatin' on me? Yeah," you scoffed, wiping blood from your split lip, "like I ever stood a chance. But you didn't have t'do all that, they wanted Billy, found me instead. You could've walked away, but instead, you jumped in, and you could've been really hurt. That wouldn't help anyone."

"I'm still sorry..."

You sniffled, but before you could respond, you heard footsteps thundering over the lawn; a voice shouting your name in frantic, panicked little outbursts. Looking up, you caught sight of a black leather jacket and unruly blonde curls, frowning deeper. "Oh, fuck," you whispered, withdrawing into yourself, "oh, no, no, not now. Not now, Goddamnit. Think I can make a run for it to the street before he sees me?" You asked Law quietly, nearly hissing your whisper.

"Ain't that Billy?" Law asked, finger pointed.

"He can't see me," you rushed in a panic, eyes wide and tears welling. "Lawrence, he can't!"

"Why?"

"He'll go on a fucking rampage, Lawrence! Ever heard going postal? Yeah, Bee gives that shit new meaning."

"They'd deserve whatever Billy wants t'do," Law frowned, tensing up when Billy had turned, caught sight of you two, and made an angry beeline for you in the grass. "U-Uh, Billy's approaching," he warned you as your boyfriend arrived, trying to pull back to give privacy, but wincing in pain that made him stop.

"The fuck is going - ? Oh, my fuckin' God," Billy trailed off, then whispered when he saw you huddled on the ground; your dress in tatters. Your head was bowed, knees drawn in, refusing to meet his eyes; making your leather-clad boyfriend lower himself to a knee. "Baby? Hey, look at me, sweet girl, lemme see... C'mon, baby, please, look at me."

You only sniffled.

"It was Jake and Steven," Lawrence told Billy, trying to find his feet; falling over and just giving up.

"Hell happened to you, man?"

Lawrence frowned, looking nervous, but your voice answered, "He saved me, Bee. Jumped in, took some of the beating."

Billy looked between you and Lawrence, but focused on you - seeing the injuries to your face and chest in full light. "Oh, my God," he breathed, looking you over in shock. Those pink, pillowy lips you adored licking and sucking on were parted in shock.

You half-smiled, "Think you pissed a few of the wrong guys off."

"Jesus Christ, sweet girl. What happened? Tell me, please, before I start making assumptions," he demanded, reaching for your cheek - making you recoil hard enough that your head banged on the house supporting your exhausted body. "Hey, hey," he whispered, looking physically wounded by your action, "'s just me, baby, it's just me, it's Bee, I'm not gonna hurt you. C'mon, sweetheart, lemme help you."

You sniffled, letting him reach for you again and caress your cheek so he could direct your head left and right; giving him a full view of your injuries that continued to weep. He stiffened as he took note of a new cut or bruise upon every new sweep of his eyes, his anger skyrocketing with every passing moment.

"It hurts," you whimpered. "Apparently, you beat the shit outta those guys weeks ago - guess they were waiting for an opening to strike back."

"You don't deserve this," he growled angrily. "Fuck - look at you! Goddamnit, I'm so sorry, princess, this is my fault. All my fucking fault, shit," he hissed, looking close to tears, "I put you here, I'm so sorry, baby."

"Got Lawrence his ass beat, too," you pouted.

"Sorry about this, man," Billy instantly offered the other boy, who was practically slumped over in the grass. He still managed to give a thumbs up. "But, uh, thank you for stepping in. You know, not a whole lotta people would."

"Nah, it was the right thing to do," Law frowned, waving him off.

"You said Jake and Steven did this?"

"Mhm," Law nodded. "Jake Chastain and Steven Barton."

"Yeah, I know 'em," Billy shook his head, "and I'll fuckin' kill 'em - "

"Can we get cleaned up first? Before we go murdering high school jocks?" You pouted in pain.

"Hey, man. You got a friend here or something? Someone to help us?" Billy asked Lawrence, still caressing your face with his thumb sweeping the apple of your cheek.

"My sister's 'round, yeah..."

"Want me to grab her?" Billy offered awkwardly.

"I'd actually appreciate it," Law whispered. "Gotta get home, yeah?"

"Yeah, man. Stay here, I'll grab her," Billy agreed. "What's her name?"

"Natalie, she's a cheerleader. Um... Y-You dated her beginning of the year?"

"I remember," he sighed, standing to his feet. He told you earnestly, almost sweetly, "I'll be fast."

But the thing is, you knew Billy all too well by now. "Wait, no," you gasped, trying to stand, "Bee, don't!" It was too late, he was already gone by the time you and Lawrence stumbled out from hiding; just in time to watch Billy point Natalie towards where you and her brother were. Then, he turned and surged up to an unsuspecting Jake and Steven; launching an all-out brawl against the two.

Neither of them stood a chance when Billy was THIS angry. Nobody did. In fact, if Jason, Tommy H., and two other guys hadn't pulled him back, surely, there'd be a lot more than a couple of broken bones. However, when Billy told the other basketball players in a spit-flying rage that these two cowards had attacked his girlfriend (a few turning back to get a look at you), it launched a new, mutual anger. Chrissy and a few other cheerleaders wanted to step in when the "fight" (more like attack) started again, but when they saw you, Lawrence, and Natalie, nobody said a single word. Nobody interfered. Nobody interrupted, and luckily, nobody else joined in...

Before Jake and Steven could lose their lives or sustain serious injury that would result in any arrests, Billy was pulled back by Lawrence - of all people. "Hey, hey," the beaten boy barked, "hey, man, chill - chill! These guys deserve it, yeah, I fucking know, but look, hey!" He grabbed Billy's shoulders to prevent him from turning back for the fray. "Hey! Your girl needs you, man. She needs you more than these bozos. C'mon, you can't go to jail over this shit, right? Right? How mad you gonna be if you get bagged 'cause of these jackasses?"

This seemed to force Billy back to reality and out of his homicidal rage. A few dudes who played football stepped in to hoist the unconscious jocks over their shoulders just to leave them on the curb a couple houses down the street.

Billy raced back to you.

Chrissy and Natalie were helping wipe blood from your skin and hair; clothes damaged, ripped, stained, beyond repair, and another cheerleader was holding a bag of frozen peas to your head as you leaned on her stomach. He slid his jacket from his shoulders, easing you off the girl's belly to leave it around your trembling form and then taking the girl's spot, supporting your body as you were tended to.

Eventually, Chrissy sighed, "I think that's the best we're gonna get you, honey. You want us to come over in the mornings? Help you get dressed and do your make-up?"

"No offense, but I don't think that's necessary... It's not like what happened is a secret," Natalie whispered, looking you over.

"Make-up might irritate the injuries," the other girl offered softly. "But it might cover some of those bruises, I just would avoid the cuts."

"I'm okay, girls, but thank you," you assured softly. "Bee's here t'help."

"Yeah, taking you straight to the hospital," he decided stiffly from behind you.

"What?"

"Think I'm not gonna get you checked out after this? Two men attacked you, I gotta make sure ain't shit's seriously wrong, baby. Don't fight me on this, please."

Billy's mind was warped with memories of sitting in ER's and other clinics with his mother nursing a broken wrist or damaged eye socket. His father's anger had always been a temperamental switch, something Billy felt he always had to outdo. Being in the hospital with you felt too similar, another bolt of rage zinging through his blood; hating the idea that you were the victim, and like his mother, he wasn't able to protect you.

Unlike his mother, this situation was directly his fault. He didn't even remember why he beat the shit outta Steven and Jake all those weeks ago, but whatever the reason, it cost him now. Cost you both.

The party continued inside the house, but Billy walked around the side yard, down to the front, then towards the street full of parked cars with you secure in his arms. After getting you settled safely in the passenger seat of his Camaro, Billy rightened and shut the door; seeing Lawrence and Natalie approaching their own car, the bag of peas now held to his jaw and cheek.

His sister was under his arm, helping him hobble. Billy gulped, realizing Lawrence was beat to hell, too, and if he hadn't jumped in, Lord only knew what state you'd be in now. When the two men caught one another's eye, Billy offered a nod of respect and thanks; the other lad returning it as if to say he was welcome. Billy raced for the driver's door, sliding in, and without turning any music on, drove off towards the hospital.

You were grumpy to be there, but one look at you had the medical staff moving at a quickened pace to help you; offering speedy aid. You were cleaned and cared for; questions regarding the level of assault making you nervous, but you answered honestly that two classmates had jumped you at a party. This meant the police were called; tears in your eyes and down your cheeks when you had to tell Chief Hopper (a close family friend) exactly what happened.

Billy provided their assailant’s full names and promised they wouldn't be in the best shape when (slash if) the two were found.

After hearing your story and writing the names down from Billy, Hopper sighed in empathy, "Kid... Don't admit t'anything."

"I'm not, I'm just making a casual note," Billy countered. "You know, people don't take too kindly to people hittin' a woman. Less so when she's drunk, alone, and they fuckin' stomp on her - "

"All right," Hopper tried to halt his built up anger. "Let's just take a breath here - "

"Uh, Chief?" His deputy interrupted. "Them boys? Uh, a... Jake Chastain and Steven Barton? They were just wheeled in from an ambulance."

"Interesting," Hopper noted, sparing Billy a small look. "From where?"

"A neighbor called them in, said there's a party few houses from her on Hawthorne."

Jim Hopper sighed and turned to you and Billy with his hands on his hips. His face was passively angry. "Sound familiar?" He asked, tongue sweeping over his teeth.

"Yes," you answered for you both, "that's where it happened, Chief."

His eyes softened when he looked back at you. "All right," he nodded, looking to his partner. "Go stand by their room, keep an eye - I'll be there in a second, but the victims made a positive ID. Doc's will treat 'em and we'll book 'em." When left alone, Hopper took a suspicious look around the hospital floor before sliding the curtains shut around your bed; moving to your other side, removing his hat, and kneeling. "Listen, kid," he whispered, taking your hand softly, "I got a daughter at home, too, and if anyone - and I mean, anyone - laid a hand on her the way you were tonight, I'd burn this town to the fucking ground."

Billy snorted in amusement, "Know the feeling."

Hopper nodded, "So believe me when I say, I need to know, off the record, what really happened tonight. Your father will need to know that I am doing everything to help - but I need to know the truth."

"I don't know what to tell you, Hopper," you frowned, matching his quiet tone, "I've told you what I know. I was a few drinks in, stepped outside t'smoke, and that's when they grabbed me, took me t'the side yard, and started wailing on me. I dropped, they kept goin', that's when this other boy stepped in. He got beat up pretty good, too, but he helped get them away. Billy showed up, we came here - "

"I hit them," Billy interrupted, making you squeak lightly. Hopper just laid his other hand over yours so he cocooned it; glancing around the under skirts of the curtains to make sure you remained alone.

Then he asked, "When?"

"After I made sure Y/N was okay," Billy explained, petting a hand over the back of your head; never looking away from Hopper. "I found her friend's sister, made sure someone knew where they were, and then I hit them... And I didn't stop hitting them."

"Kid - "

"Some teammates pulled me off, don't worry - it could've been so much worse. But when the others found out what they did to my girl?" He hissed quietly, "They took matters into their own hands by themselves, sir. My girl was attacked, I couldn't let that just slide, Chief, I hope you understand."

Hopper sighed, "Well, I can't condone the violence, but since it was a group effort, be a helluva lot more paperwork bringing you in versus those two who started it."

Billy nodded absently, your free hand laying over Hopper's to stack. "Did you call my dad?" You asked nervously.

"Not yet," he frowned. "I gotta check on the suspects, but I can after."

"Could you not? For me, please?" You sniffled. "He'll just worry and would get all pissy 'cause his trip has to be cut - "

"He's not home?" Hopper asked in earnest confusion with knitted brows.

Your head shook, "Chicago for the week."

"He left eight days ago," Billy snipped.

"Bee," you reprimanded sharply.

"Hey," Hopper squeezed your hand, "it's okay, you're over 18, I don't have to call him. But El and I are gonna drop by later with dinners and to check on you, her little friend, too, probably. You know, the, uh... The little red head?"

"Max?" You asked.

"Yeah, her. Nice girl."

"She's Billy's step-sister," you snickered, wincing when your broken ribs protested.

"You should rest," Hopper bid, "and thank you for being honest," he stood to his feet while nodding at Billy. "Tell you what, I won't report you starting the fight - technically... It'll be reported as a randomized group effort after they were caught assaulting Y/N."

Billy nodded, too shocked for words as Hopper patted your hand, placed his hat on, and exited the little curtained room. "Wow," your boyfriend breathed. "Since when are you friends with the Chief of Police?"

"He and my dad go way back," you eased.

"All cops like him?"

"Fuck no, you know that." After a beat, you reached for his hand to lace your fingers with him, "Hey," you bid, "I-I'm really sorry."

"Baby, just - don't even start - "

"No, for earlier, for our fight," you interrupted, "and for feeling petty enough to go to the party alone when I know you don't like that... For drinking, not being more aware like you taught me. I didn't use the buddy-system when I went t'smoke, it was a major fuck-up, I know, but I'm just sorry. I feel like I've disappointed you or something - "

"No, hey, sweet girl," he rushed, sitting on the edge of the gurney to stare at you directly, "don't you ever feel that way - you didn't do nothing wrong. Hear me? You didn't put yourself in this position, you didn't deserve what happened, you didn't - no, just," he sighed deeply, "you didn't do any of this, sweetheart. Okay? If anything... If anything, this is my fucking fault and I'm the one who is so sorry."

Your head shook, but Billy continued,

"They did this to you because of me." Tears filled those sweet baby blues. "Because I don't have a hold of my temper - I fucked them up, so, they fucked you up. This is my fault, I'm so sorry. But look, hey, I'll fix this, okay? I swear to God - I'm gonna fix this."

"The cops got 'em, we don't have t'do anything else," you mumbled. "You don't have to do anything else, Billy."

"Maybe not, but I can't let this go - look at you," a single tear dripped. "Fucking look at you, my sweet girl. In the fucking hospital 'cause of me - I can't - this ain't right. I gotta make it right."

You couldn't answer because a technician was arriving to take you for a CT, MRI, and X-Ray - all of those scans that would tell them what was going on internally. Hopper was seen outside the two boy's rooms - Billy following your bed closely as you where wheeled away. Every scan or test he could remain close for, he was; stepping back when needed, but being sucked right back to your side when able.

By the end of the night, you were released into Billy's care because all patients with head injuries had to have some kind of chaperone, and a few floors up, Steven and Jake were being handcuffed to their hospital beds by Hopper.

"Real lucky I wasn't there when you hit her," Jim Hopper seethed quietly, tightening the cuff on Jake to an uncomfortable grip. "Your parents would need money for your funerals - not bail," he offered one single more glare before leaving the next shift of deputies on duty. He sped all the way home and held Eleven in a suffocating hug.

Turns out, you sustained decent injuries from that night.

A (cleanly) broken ankle. Six different broken ribs. Split lip that required two stitches. Stitched earlobes from where piercings were ripped out. Severely bruised collarbones, bordering on broken. One blackened eye. Along with other generic bruises and cuts, more seemingly discovered as the days drug by slowly.

Billy was ready to mow down anyone in his way at any point, but his only ability to get through the school day was that he saw you everyday afterward. He dropped whatever sport and / or club that held his interest, collecting coursework you missed, then driving Max and "Jane" Hopper to your place. He would've lashed out if this was any other situation, but because you asked him to behave and bring you the materials you needed, he did. He played nice.

The two assailants, Steven and Jake, had been arrested by Jim Hopper. They apparently had a rough ride to the station, but that wasn't here or there. What they did to you was far worse that nobody batted a single lash when the two were brought in the station for booking, looking freshly beat up and bloodied. A judge also rejected their bail.

Billy brought you whatever work you missed during your recovery at home, most teachers shocked to see him so diligent in showing up and making the collections. He didn't understand whatever the teachers told him about the work, but you did - and it was fascinating to him, watching you work or study. He usually sat by your window to smoke, but on the occasion, you asked for a toke and wouldn't care about where the smoke blew. So, as weeks passed, he stopped specifically going over to your window; just leaving it open for ventilation so he could remain at your side.

Anything you needed, he got. He did. He gave you. Guilt was one helluva motivator and Billy was chalked-full; so, he did the only thing he knew he could, being acts of service.

You were laid up, it made sense. He could bring you into the shower, get naked himself and help you bathe. He could carry you downstairs, cook for you, help out around the house by keeping it clean because he knew it stressed you out. He would collect the mail, water plants, do dishes, just turned into a househusband that made your stomach and cheeks feel all warm and fuzzy. Never did you think Billy had the ability to be domestic, but here he was, in your great-grandmother's kitchen, wearing a stained apron while trying to bake cookies while you worked on a physics project.

"Hey, Bee?"

"What's wrong?" He asked instantly, setting the hot tray to the stove.

"No, hey, calm down," you smiled with a small laugh. "I was just wondering... You know, like... What's gotten into you?"

"Huh?"

"You know what I mean," you huffed, setting your pencil down. "You literally haven't let me out of your sight except when you're at school."

He shrugged, "You need help."

"You don't ask if I do."

"I don't need to ask when I can just see it."

"Billy."

He sighed and begrudgingly scraped cookies off the hot tray to rest on the cooling sheets. "Your dad asked me to stay close," he offered.

"Bullshit."

"No, really," Billy insisted. "He's in and out with work, so, he asked me to stick around, just in case."

"Okay, fine, but it's more than that. Billy, tell me the truth, baby, please. It's not a bad thing, I'm just curious what's really going on."

"I'm just... I'm just nervous, you know?"

Your head cocked, "Why's that?"

"Look what happened to you," he chuckled ruefully. "All fucked up, can't even go t'school until your ribs are healed - all 'cause of me. 'Cause I fucked up and went too far - "

"William," you snapped, making his wide, shocked eyes meet yours. "I'm not gonna listen to this anymore. Okay? I know you're sorry, you tell me everyday, andI know you're feeling guilty, but this isn't your fault, you're not the one who put hands on me - "

You flinched when he lobbed the cookie tray into the sink, causing a ruckus, his voice yelling over the noise, "FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

"William!"

"I'm trying to protect you!" He yelled, tears swelling when he whipped around to face you. "I-I don't know what else to do! Look, okay, say what you fucking want, but the truth is, those two assholes came at you 'cause of me. Okay? 'Cause I had to be myself and beat the shit outta them 3 months ago, they never forgave - they didn't forget. I put you in this situation, that now? Now, yeah!" He laughed without humor. "Yeah! I'm fucking nervous leaving you alone! Fuck knows what could happen to you, and who's to say there aren't more people out there just waiting for this kinda opportunity! Baby!" He rushed for you at the kitchen table, your mouth sewn shut in shock as he found his knees in front of you and took both your hands in his. "Baby, listen to me. You're the only thing - no, I'm serious!" He insisted when you looked ready to protest this sentiment you've heard before. "You're the only thing I fucking care about, that I want to protect, and they all know it - I don't exactly hide it. I love you so fucking much, they'd do this again - they'd fucking hurt you to get to me and that idea just..." He sighed, looking lost.

You pulled a hand free to instantly caress his cheek, turning his attention upward until his eyes met yours. "Billy," you whispered, "baby, nobody's after us. This was just a freak accident, this was a fluke, okay? You're worried anyone else is gonna come at me, at us, but I know nobody else is that fucking stupid. They wouldn't test you, and Jake and Steven took advantage of an already bad situation. Okay? We had a fight - which was pretty public. So, people knew we were at odds, and when I showed up at that party alone, started drinking, it was their perfect opportunity to strike."

"You can't say that, we don't know if anyone else is gonna test us," he sniffled. "I've made a lot of mistakes... Pissed a lot of people off. One of them might've grown a pair."

"Okay," you relented, "then I guess we're gonna have to stick together, you know... So you can keep me safe, right?"

He chuckled dryly, "I'm trying, princess."

"Well, we can work out a better way - one that doesn't run you into the fucking ground, Billy, Jesus," you searched his face. "Are you sleeping? At all?"

"'Course I am - "

"Don't lie to me."

He sighed, deflating a little, "I sleep... Only when I stay here."

"Billy, you stay only a couple nights a week when Daddy's home."

"I know."

"So, you basically only sleep when Daddy's out of town and you stay here?" You squeaked, watching him nod; pouting and feeling your own guilt brew. "Baby... Look, can we just agree that this isn't either of our faults? Right? Yeah? If I'm not allowed to think this was my fault, you aren't either."

"I was the one they wanted t'hurt," he shook his head. "They did this 'cause of me, sweetheart, how can you be so - so - fuck! So fucking understanding a-and forgiving?"

"Because I love you," you answered like it was common knowledge, even giving a small giggle.

"That doesn't... But that doesn't even - "

"What? Mean anything? Bee, it means everything," you smiled at him. "I love you, so, when you make mistakes, I forgive you - even though there's nothing you've done. I mean," you winced slightly, "sure, maybe we could reduce the kids you bully or beat up, you know, limit the enemies we might make. And this is something that can be redeemed, can't it?"

He stared at you from the floor, slowly deflating, "Can it? I've fucked up so much, doll, I don't think I deserve whatever forgiveness you wanna give me."

"You can't keep beating yourself up," you snipped. "Hey? Hear me? Look, it happened - it fucking sucked, but it happened and it's fucking over. We both need one another to help move on, okay? So, I need you back, Bee, I need my man back because we need to get through this together. You don't get to sulk in your guilt, I don't get to stew in my regret, we need to help each other out of this."

Billy sniffled, "How? How do we move on when you've still got stitches in your lip?"

"They'll dissolve in a few days," you shrugged meekly. "We move on together, okay? Maybe you pick up basketball again, try to distract yourself. Billy, we need some normalcy again, right? You know?"

"Doll, being away from you makes me feel like my lungs are gonna pop," he shook his head. "I'm afraid something might happen if I'm not there, it's fucking scary after finding you in your own blood."

"Then I'll be at every practice," you eased. "You can drive me to and from school, then you know where I am - you'll know I'm safe."

Billy stared at you a moment, fully dropping to the floor as his energy finally drained. He ran a hand through his hair, rustling the curls, admitting in a soft voice, "I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to not feel so guilty, how to move forward."

"There's no playbook," you agreed. "Guess it means we gotta figure it out ourselves, but again, we do it together. C'mere," you sighed, lowering yourself to the floor with your booted ankle held out.

"No, don't - "

"Fuck off, I'm not totally unable to do shit," you grunted, adjusting yourself and reaching for him. "Come here, please, I wanna hold you! Been cuddling me this whole time, lemme be the big spoon, please."

"Just told me to fuck off, sweetheart, kinda sending some mixed signals, aren't'cha?" He chuckled, turning so his back was to your chest; leaning so you supported him in his slump. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he muttered, holding the arm around his collarbones. "I really - if I knew this was gonna happen, I'd never of fought them."

"I know, and I forgive you," you whispered in his ear. "But we can't keep doing this back and forth, okay? I forgive you, Billy, no more apologies."

He sighed, "Yeah... All right..."

"Steven and Jake are arrested, we won't have t'see them again. Hopper will make sure of that," you smirked against the shell of his ear. "And the doctors said I should be good to return to school next week, but I'm out of cheer and everything."

He groaned, "Just something else I've fucked up for you."

"Oh, please, I love the time off," you teased. "Gives me all the time I need to watch my man on the court, huh?" He half-chuckled at your words. "You know I'm ahead in all my classes now, too? Teaching myself at home is far superior than the teacher's bitching at us for eight hours."

"You're gonna love college, baby," he chuckled, the two of you lulling into a comfortable silence. You held him tightly, nuzzled into his neck; both sitting in your emotions, trying to navigate a way out.

"We good?" You whispered.

"We're good," Billy agreed, just as soft. "No more apologies... Try to have less guilt. But you're gonna let me stay close, right?"

"I want you clinging to me so hard, I can't fucking breathe," you smirked. "And if Daddy really asked you to stick around, then you're welcome to stay here longer, even if he's here... Where I can have you close to me," you whispered, licking the skin under his ear. He stiffened.

"No - you better not," he squirmed when you licked again, adding a little teeth in a scrape.

"Billy," you pouted. "It's been weeks!"

"You're still hurt," he argued, turning on the floor to look at you. "I'm not gonna be responsible for breaking another of your ribs 'cause we were horny."

"I'm doing so much better, though!"

"Tell you what," he smirked. "Next business trip of your dad's, I'll fuck you all weekend - wherever you want, however you want."

"He has one in two weeks."

"Mhm, and you have a check up before he leaves."

You eyed him for a moment, "When did you become responsible?"

"I've always been."

"No, this is new. You're remembering dates and my doctor appointments and my dad's work schedule."

"Maybe I just like taking care of you," he whispered against your lips with a growing smirk. After pecking you lips, he quipped, "So, shut up and let me."

"Yes, sir."

requesting rules and masterlist

Stranger Things masterlist

[thewritingofamadwoman]

Billy’s Girl

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Cheerleader!Reader (reader’s last name is Emmerson; no reason, just cuz)

Warning: Fluff, making out, Billy realizing he’s in love, and Jason Carver being the dick that he is.

Enjoy & let me know what you think! 💙

“Dude look at Emmerson, she looks fucking hot in that cheerleading outfit.”

“Nah man have you seen Chrissy? She looks amazing.”

“Yeah but have you seen that skirt on Emmerson? If she jumps a little higher, I’ll be able to..”

“Finish that fucking sentence Carver, and the only thing you’ll be able to do is drink your lunch through a fucking straw.”

Billy Hargrove turned around from his seat on the bleachers to glare at the boy seated directly behind him, who was objectifying his girlfriend. Now, dont get it twisted. No one loves cat calling more than Billy Hargrove. But now that he’s a taken man things have changed. He only had heart eyes for his girl. Little Ms Emmerson was one of the first people he met in this shitty, bumble fuck town when he first moved here with his fucked up family. She was beautiful, kind, and sweet, the love of his life. She was the light to Billy’s darkness. He promised her and himself that he would protect her at all costs. And he intended to keep that promise.

Jason Carver visibly gulped at Billy’s threat, knowing that the Hargrove boy wasn’t kidding. Billy’s glare deepened and it his nose flared, almost like a bull ready to charge.

“Sorry Hargrove, didn’t see you there. Just meant to say that your girl is gorgeous.” Jason said, attempting to calm the situation.

Calling her gorgeous? Strike two.

“Yeah I know she’s fucking gorgeous Carver, I’ve got eyes. Just keep your fucking eyes on your own girlfriend and shut your fucking mouth,” and with that, Billy turned back around, eyes back on his girl as she practiced with the rest of her team.

As if feeling his gaze on her, she turned and found Billy’s eyes immediately. She smiled wide and blew him a kiss before getting into the next routine formation. Billy pretended to catch the floating kiss and brought it to his heart. One of the girls around her whispered something and Billy watched as his girl smiled and blushed, the girls around her obviously teasing her about her their relationship. Her bright eyes found his again and Billy’s swore that in that moment, he’d never felt a love stronger than that. His heart tightened in his chest and he felt like he could explode with pride.

Practice ended an hour later and Billy found himself outside, leaning on his Camaro and patiently waiting on his girl. With anyone else, Billy would have driven off, angry at having looked like a fool for waiting an hour for someone. But for his girl? Billy would wait until the end of time. The gym doors opened and the sound of a gaggle of girls made its way to Billy’s ears. He looked up, arms crossed in his denim jacket as he waited to spot her, a smirk immediately forming on his lips when he did. She locked eyes with him and said goodbye to her friends, making her way towards him with a huge smile on her face.

“Hey handsome. Thank you for waiting for me,” she said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her nose against his.

“Anything for you. Just don’t make it a habit. I barely wait for Maxine when she’s late,” he teased giving her a genuine smile, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.

“That’s mean, you should wait for her more often. It’s going to get chilly soon,” she gently berated him, her fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. Billy suppressed the shiver he felt coming on, and pulled her closer. She giggled in his arms, pressed so tightly against him, and loving every moment of it.

“I’ll think about it. But I don’t want to think about my little shit head sister right now. I want to think about you in that little uniform of yours,” he whispered against her lips, barely touching. She played along, whispering a reply against his lips as well.

“Oh? And what about my uniform?”

“Just that it’ll look way better on my bedroom floor,” he growled and closed the space between them, pressing his lips hungrily against hers. He swallowed her gasp and slipped his tongue into her mouth as he devoured her. One of his hands slipped down to her behind, using his large palm to give her an impromptu squeeze. She squealed into the kiss and Billy laughed against her lips. When they broke apart, they were both panting.

“Woah, where did that come from?” She asked breathlessly. Billy grinned and nuzzled his nose against her again.

“What, can’t a guy show his girl just how much he’s missed her?” She smiled back at him and pulled him into a sweet embrace.

What she didn’t see, however, was Jason Carver’s car behind her as she and Billy were making out.

What’s she also didn’t see, was that while Billy was hugging her, he was sporting the biggest shit eating grin; his arm around his girl’s waist and middle finger up at Jason as he drove by, a scowl on his face.

[chucky-vs-the-giant-tortoise]

clingy

Rafe Cameron x reader

(REQUEST): Hey. I just came across your tumblr and I lovedddd the Billy Hargrove x platonic sister reader it was sooo cute yet so Billy coded 😭. I was just wondering if you would write a Rafe x romantic gf reader based upon something along the lines of that they are at a party and Rafe despite being around his friends Topper and Kelce, he's just low key paying attention to the reader. A lil bit of separation anxiety if you catch my drift. Hope this request isn't too much trouble for you to write 😭😭😭

warning(s): sexually suggestive content!

a/n: i'm so glad you liked my billy snippet! your support means the world darling, and fulfilling your request is no trouble at all. i just hope that i did it justice.

Y/N hadn’t expected this from Rafe.

After all, Rafe Cameron was hardly the type to be so obvious. Y/N knew from experience that he preferred to keep things to himself, shielding his emotions from potentially prying eyes. He wouldn’t dare be caught in such a vulnerable position, yearning for his girl despite her standing only a few feet away from him.

However, that didn’t seem to stop him tonight as he watched Y/N from across the room, his eyes tracing her swaying hips as she threw her head back in drunken delight. Even in her state of intoxication, Y/N had felt Rafe’s eyes on her ever since they’d arrived at one of Topper’s infamous ragers. He’d long abandoned his conversation with Top and Kelce in favour of taking her in between shots of hard liquor, his fingers itching to find the small of Y/N’s back.

“Yo, you good man?” Kelce smiled, patting him jovially on his shoulder. Rafe turned to meet his friend's eyes, heat rising to his cheeks. He did his best to blame it on the alcohol.

"Yeah. Yeah man, 'm alright."

The words fell effortlessly from his lips, but Rafe wasn't even sure that he believed them. He wasn't used to this tightness gripping his chest, his body aching for the feeling of Y/N’s soft skin against his.

"He's fine, Kelce," Topper smirked over the rim of his drink. "Our boy here's just feelin' a little pussy-whipped. Aren't you, Cameron?"

Rafe's face hardened as the two boys laughed, his jaw clenching. "Fuck off, Top."

"Hey man!" Topper put his hands up in mock surrender, chuckling as he spoke. "No need to get all embarrassed. Just didn't know getting with Y/N would make you so soft, that's all."

Rafe gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to lose his temper. Y/N always hated when he thought with his fists and not his head, and he reckoned she wouldn't be pleased to watch him throw his best friend into the nearest wall.

Instead Rafe chose to stand with a slurred whatever, man, opting to leave Kelce and Topper behind in favour of the only person who could keep him calm.

"Hey," Y/N said softly, looking up as Rafe’s presence loomed over her shoulder. She couldn't help but smile as she felt Rafe's hands admire her figure from behind, shuddering as they found their way around her waist. Rafe pulled her close to his front, swaying with Y/N as she continued to dance on unsteady feet. "Got bored of Top already, huh?" She nodded over to where his idiotic friends were now busy offering shots to any girls unfortunate enough to cross their paths.

"Nah," Rafe said, his voice low and gravelly from the alcohol. "Just missed you, kid."

Y/N turned, resting her head on her boyfriend's chest, and Rafe brought his hand up to cup the nape of her neck. God, he'd been craving this all night. Y/N's weight against his chest, the addictive smell of her perfume—just her presence had a way of pacifying him like nothing else could.

Finally Rafe felt himself relax, his face buried in Y/N's hair.

"That so?" Y/N whispered into the sensitive skin of his neck. Rafe chuckled, using his free hand to move a few strands of hair from her face.

"What're you playin' at, hm?"

"Nothin'." He found himself lost in the sickly sweet tone of her voice, pooling like honey in his ears. "Just surprised. Didn't think the Big Bad Rafe Cameron would miss little ole me."

Y/N whimpered suddenly as Rafe's grip tightened around the back of her neck, his hair brushing against her cheek as he leant down to her height.

“Why don't we get out of here then, kid." Goosebumps broke out over Y/N’s arms as Rafe spoke, low and steady. "Let me show you just how much I missed you."

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B.H. Billy Hargrove X Reader

Max walked to the car, she was a little over ten minutes late. She had been talking with Dustin, Mike, and Lucas.

She knew Billy would be mad at her for being late, and for talking with Lucas.

As she approaches the car, Billy gets in and starts the car.

She hops in the passenger side and sets her backpack in her lap.

Waiting to get yelled at.

But, as Billy drove, blasting rock, Max never got yelled at.

He didn't even seem mad. And max was very confused to say the least.

Why wouldn't he be mad? He had grabbed her wrist the last time.

He didn't even acknowledge it this time. Why? Isn't he mad?

She decided to not press her luck. Neil probably bribed him to be nice. Or he threatened to take away his car.

She shrugs it off and sits quietly.

The party sits quietly as they watch him.

"This is a bad idea, he is gonna kill us," Mike says.

"Shut up," max hisses.

They were spying on Billy.

Max had been trying to make him mad. It didn't work.

She was two hours late for him to pick her up, he didn't care.

She was late every day, he didn't even acknowledge it. Then, she kisses lucas. in he parking lot. She knew billy saw.

He didn't even mention it.

"Who's that?" Dustin whisper yells.

A girl around Billy's age appears and they all see how Billy's usual scowl, turns into a smile.

They sneak around to get closer, hiding behind a car.

"Hello," the girl greets. She has a big smile plastered on her face to.

Billy skips verbal greetings and pulls her in by the waist and presses a quick kiss to her lips.

A gag is earned from the party, they almost got caught.

If the girl hadn't placed a kiss on his lips, they would be dead.

"Where's Max? You said I could meet her," the girl says and billy wraps his arm around her shoulder. He rests his head against her shoulder and sighs.

"I don't know why you want to meet her, but she is usually late," billy says.

The girl mocks being upset, "She seems nice. And she skateboards, why wouldn't I?"

Billy let's out a other sigh. It isn't an annoyed one, more like a content one.

Billy closes his eyes and max quickly gets up and walks to the car.

"Max," the girl calls out and billy moves from his place on the girls shoulder.

"Hi?" She says.

"I'm YN," the girl says and shakes her hand.

"And you already know my name," max states.

Billy almost comments on Max's attitude, but yn elbows him.

Max gets in the car with shock. It was a girl.

Max quietly sneaks down the hallway. Her mom and Neil were out of town for the weekend.

billy and yn had disappeared to his room. Max didn't hear any suspicious sounds, so she didn't know what they were doing.

She peeks through Billy's door, he is curled into yn's lap, and she is playing with his hair.

His eyes are closed and hers are fluttering.

He was in love. Max had never seen him be so gentle.

His face was not looking stressed, or tense. his eye brows were not drawn together

He was peaceful.

She quietly sneaks back down the hallway. What the hell? She thinks as she closes her own door.