#calicheer fanfiction

[calicheer-cove]

Select Clientele - Billy Hargrove x Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Chrissy has her eyes on Billy. Billy has his eyes on Chrissy. He decides to have a little talk with her. What will be her decision?

Author’s Note: The pool flirting scene, but make it Calicheer. Also let me know if you want a part two.

Summertime in the small town of Hawkins meant something different for everyone. For El and Max, this meant sleepovers and playing around with her powers to spy on the boys. For Dustin this meant computer camp to learn and build with the latest in tech ware. For Will, he was hoping for D&D, while Lucas and Mike wondered if their girlfriends were mad at them. As for the older ones, summer internships and jobs to save up for future endeavors. Billy was more than happy to work as a lifeguard if it meant being out of the house. Chrissy, against her mother’s narrow mindedness, worked at the GAP.

Training alongside her friends was a nice change of pace instead of attending bible camp, again. Utilizing her people skills, practicing money management, and keeping the place in tip top shape made the time roll by. Even on days when only a small handful of customers came over, she was happy to be there. Aside from store discounts, she also had the benefit of stopping by Scoops Ahoy! to meet up with Steve and Robin during her lunch breaks. Harrington went on about his failed love life, while Buckley and her rightfully poked fun at him. Dustin was surprised to see Cunningham, feeling apprehensive at first. In time he was able to see that she was actually a nice person. Chrissy thought of him like a second little brother.

Aside from the mall, the community pool was also another big hot spot. The place to be for fun in the sun, much to the boredom of the juniors and seniors working as lifeguards. They did their training and work of course, their faces indicated that they would rather be anywhere than here. Billy was no different, still at least he was able to earn a little extra money and work on his tan. Billy was not ashamed of how he looked, he took pride in his appearance. A number of the mothers clearly took interest. He offered them a charming smile as he passed by, his face dropping immediately once he turned his back on them. He loved the attention of course, but there was only one set of eyes that Billy wanted on him. Eyes as blue as the ocean beneath the Santa Monica pier in July.

Nancy took in the warmth of the bright sun on her skin. Robin preferred to stay under the umbrella with Vickie, worried that the 50 spf wouldn’t be enough for her; despite her reassurances. Dustin was engaged in a battle of chicken, keeping himself steady on Steve’s shoulders. Making his best attempt to push Will off of Jonathan’s shoulders. Lucas and Mike were showing off in front of Max and El, the two girls focusing on each other rather than their idiot boyfriends. Erica and her friends were more than prepared to make fun of the older Sinclair sibling and his friend.

Chrissy’s nose was firmly in a copy of some trashy romance novel that Heather loaned her. A pretty predictable story, but one that she enjoyed nonetheless. In a small, shanty sea town, a faithful woman of god (who so happens to be a widow) crosses paths with a sexy pirate. He steals her, they go sailing, have sex, and that’s it. The words were enticing, the same could be said for the cover art as well. Muscular man with a tan, long flowing locks of golden, curly hair, eyes as blue as the sea, and he’s wearing a shirt that showed off more cleavage than the lady.

“So how are you liking it so far?” Heather asked, passing over a can of Tab to her.

“It’s good. Captain James is wooing Prudence in his quarters,” Chrissy answered back, eyes going back to the page.

“Ooh, you’re gonna love the next chapter. It’s so hot,” Heather purred, sliding a stick of gum into her mouth.

Chrissy wasn’t exactly a connoisseur of romantic smut, but her curiosity was definitely piqued in freshman year. During a slumber party, Heather shared her mother’s private reading collection and the girls all had a good laugh. Chrissy wasn’t sure what the flowery language meant, but she giggled as well. In sophomore year, she would find a private corner at the public library to read those stories; that is until Heather would offer one to get, in exchange for a little tutoring. As they studied for an upcoming science test, Heather noticed how distracted Chrissy appeared during a session. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that Cunningham was crushing on Hargrove as he walked by. Heather, in good fun and genuine curiosity, had questions. Chrissy was easy to read: Cheeks glowing, heart thumping, and scowl that wouldn’t scare a rabbit. Heather swore to tell no one and she kept that promise.

Chrissy peaked over her heart shaped sunglasses at the tanned Adonis. She had an inkling that he was looking at her, despite wearing his aviators. She figured that maybe she wouldn’t register on his love radar, boy was she wrong. Billy wasn’t a stranger to certain members on the cheer team, little flings in between after school practice were commonplace. To his surprise, all she did was offer him a friendly greeting and nothing more. He sat behind her in geometry, staring at the gentle slope of her neck. The curled loop of her ponytail looked so pretty, often accessorized with a scrunchie or a bow. Her perfume smelled expensive, costing more than a six pack, a box of Camels, and gas combined. In the cafeteria their eyes met briefly before she went off with her friends. One of Hargrove’s fellow goons made the fatal mistake of jokingly stating that Billy had a crush on Chrissy. A threat and swift punch to the shoulder was enough to shut him up. Wounded pride aside, it was true; Billy did find her fascinating.

Getting paired up in class for a history project led to conversations, allowing for them to talk; even if it was surface level. They began to converse in the hallway and after school as well. People began to talk, Billy didn’t give a shit, but Chrissy did. He wasn’t sure why, but a part of his mind ordered him to keep her safe. If someone made an inappropriate remark at her, Billy was the first to know. If he noticed that she wasn’t in class, he would ask around. Max kept her distance between her step brother and the cheerleader. She figured it was going to be nothing more than another quick relationship that she would end up having to hear from her bedroom, again. Yet he seemed different around her. The last thing Max could do was bring it up. Still, she found it a little amusing that El didn’t understand what Mayfield meant by “happy screams” and why Chrissy wasn’t making any.

“Chrissy? Hello, earth to Chrissy?” Heather stated as she waved her hand in front of her friend’s face.

“Huh? What?”

She chuckled, “You were totally staring at Billy.”

“I was not,” Chrissy hissed back, her blush betraying her.

“Aww, look at you, you’re blushing.”

She crossed her arms, “No! I- I- I’m sunburned.”

Heather leaned back in her chair, expensive sunglasses perfectly perched upon her nose, “Uh-huh sure, whatever you say. I mean, it’s not like he’s been staring at you since you came in or anything.”

Was he? Chrissy wanted to check, but she didn’t want to be so obvious. She placed her own glasses back up, eyes lingering back to the beautiful man. Solar spectacles on, face on the residents having their fun. No one would ever know about the ocean eyes gazing at the strawberry blonde.

Chrissy inhaled slowly and made her way over to the pool. Fake it til you make it as the old saying goes. For Chrissy, her confidence always shined through whenever she cheered. Her feet and legs gracefully strolled over to the water. His eyes kept his sight on her, his mind taking in each and every step that she took. She dawned a two colored one piece swimsuit, purple and white adorned the fabric. She wondered if it was too revealing due to the revealing neckline and how the suit hugged her rear. Heather and Nancy insisted that she looked amazing, Vickie loved the colors, and Robin was speechless before giving her a compliment (well more of a ramble, but Chrissy still thanked her).

The water felt so welcoming along her skin, allowing her to feel so comfortable and so free. She always loved the water, be it rain, lakes, and whenever she took a bath. As a child, she used to pretend that she was a mermaid swimming far, far away into the endless depths. No more responsibilities, no more worries, and no more stress. She could be her own person with a strong, shining tail and locks as long as a kelp forest. If only this mermaid knew just how much the lonely sailor watched her. Billy slowly removed his sunglasses, admiring the incredible form and movement. Chrissy took to the water like a bird to the air, with ease and strength. Her vibrant eye makeup never washed away, strawberry blonde locks darkened to a warm amber hue. She was radiant, lively, and enchanting.

His job was to focus on everybody at the community pool, yet he simply could not look away. He could hear music playing loudly in his eardrums. The booming of drums, the slick plucking of a bass, the melodic riffing of a guitar, and the amorous lyrics from the vocalist all came together. In his eyes, Chrissy moved in slow motion to the tune of Foreigner’s “Hot Blooded.” As much as he loved Phoebe Cates in Fast Times at Ridgemont High, her presence was no longer lingering in his mind. Chrissy was the one to break the surface of the pool’s water, strutting towards him in a red hot bikini. Manicured fingers carefully unclipping her top from the front to reveal her small and pretty breasts. His whistle seductively brushed along his upper lip and tongue, blowing out a loud tweet. The loudness of reality returned, but he kept his eyes on her. Chrissy used the ladder and was pleased to see him walking over.

“Looking good out there, Chrissy,” Billy stated, unable to keep back his smile.

She couldn’t resist smiling as well, “Thank you.”

He offered her a towel, their hands touched for a moment, “Perfect form.”

She felt the pleasant spark, eyes drifting along his sculpted body before she met his eyes, “Well… your form is amazing.”

Oh god, did she really say that to him? She really said that to him. His smile grew, letting out a mischievous chuckle.

She felt the little twinge of embarrassment, “I’m sorry. I’ve seen you… teaching lessons. Swimming lessons.”

Chrissy looked away briefly, asking for the concrete below her to melt beneath her feet. Maybe getting buried in a rock solid hole would be less painful than this. Yet he was still here, more than ready to engage. She hoped that perhaps he could smooth out the wince inducing matter.

Billy’s toothy grin dropped from humorous to a heart palpitating smirk, “You know, I could uh… I could teach you, if you like.”

Did she hear that right? Or did she imagine those words? He fluttered his long, lovely eyelashes when he spoke. Chrissy stood there with her mouth slightly agape.

“Oh?”

He continued, grin still evident, “I know all the styles. Freestyle.” He took a step closer, his expression neutral; enjoying the way she obediently nodded her head and clutched her towel. “Butterfly.”

Chrissy could hear her heart racing many miles a second. Her brain begged her not to say something stupid again. She could feel her body heat rising. She swore that she could also sense the warm sensation of his body as well, despite the short distance between them. Chrissy was so lost in his eyes that she didn’t notice the fresh stick of gum that he unwrapped and fished from his pocket. Gazing at the thick fingers gently holding the treat beneath his lips.

There it was, that smile, that gorgeously handsome smile, “Breaststroke.”

Chrissy did not blink, fingers loosening up as the air from her lungs momentarily vanished. The sound of her towel plummeting to the hard surface brought her back. She bent down to grab it, finding herself looking at Billy’s face when he helped her; his hand brushing hers once again.

“You okay?” He asked, sounding a little concerned and a bit smug.

She wrapped the towel around her waist, trying to hide her shyness with a friendly disposition, “I didn’t think you- I didn’t think you taught other age groups.”

Billy smacked his lips while he chewed, his breath minty fresh, “Well I offer more uh… advanced lessons to select clientele.”

He looked her directly in her gleaming eyes, he could see her demeanor change. Any time they spoke, even if it was just for a few minutes, Chrissy noticed how she felt a little light headed. Being in such close proximity made her lower half pulsate, a feeling that would continue to plague her long after they spoke.

His voice became as soft as the wind, Pacific blue eyes drilling into her soul, “Come to think of it, there is a good pool out at a Motel 6 on Cornwallis. It’s very quiet. You know, very private. Shall we say tonight? Eight o’clock?”

Chrissy’s brain reminded her to breathe, her ears focusing on the sound of his deep, gentle tone amidst the noise of summer fun. She could feel her head nodding, having to stop herself when she gave him a sympathetic smile, “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

He sounded heartbroken, it was all an act of course, one that made her laugh, “Can’t what? Have fun? Chrissy Cunningham.”

She felt so weird in this unusual predicament, yet she couldn’t help but enjoy this extra attention that he was giving her. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Billy to flirt with others, but she couldn’t imagine herself being with him romantically; and yet her mind did wander to that possibility.

Chrissy ran her nails through her soaked locks, doing her best to calm down her racing heart beat, letting out another chuckle, “No. I… I… I just, uh… I don't think I need any lessons.”

How strange. Her voice sounded different. Breathy and just a little seductive. Billy liked that, he really liked it.

He was closer to her, truly towering over Chrissy, “Oh, you see, I think you do. I just don’t think that you’ve had the right teacher.”

She gulped, this was really happening, “I, uh-”

The smug bastard showed off his best smirk, his voice was like caramel, rich and smooth, “It will be the workout of your life.”

Chrissy wondered if it was possible for a human heart to thrust back and forth through one’s chest the way a cartoon character’s heart does. His wolfish demeanor should have disgusted her, but she couldn’t lie to herself, she was enjoying this. Yet she could sense the judgemental eyes of everyone around her. As if she were bare before all of Hawkins, a sensation that haunted her in life and in her dreams.

Chrissy gasped when she felt Heather’s grasp on her arm, “Hey Billy, don’t you have some cougars to flirt with?”

He rolled his eyes, “Speaking of cougars, how’s your mom doing?”

Heather scowled at him, “You’re such a prick.”

“Well, I’d like to stay and chat, but I have a job to do. See you later, Chrissy,” Billy stated before heading back to his station.

Chrissy covered herself with the towel, “Thanks Heather.”

“Are you okay?”

She nodded, “Yes, I’m fine. Just um… I don’t know… kinda weird right now.”

[adelacreations]

Summary:

Chrissy Cunnigham was born in a strange way.

Her mother had a home birth, not really common practice anymore with almost everyone going to hospitals for the birth of their child. But her mother was convinced by her beloved aunt to do so. Promising to assist. Her aunt, Lily, claimed that Chrissy was quiet coming out of the womb. A curious child was years of wisdom in her eyes.

Or she could just be saying that to make her feel better.

But nothing could explain the way flowers turned their heads to get a look at the newborn baby. How, when her aunt took her outside during the days her mother couldn't bear to look at her for half a second, they reached up, up, their petals tickling her feet. She remembered the scent of sweet floral plants, and honeysuckle as her aunt sang her a lullaby. Chrissy can't remember the words now but she knew it had something to do with flowers, the mother earth.

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[seasideluvr]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chrissy Cunningham/Billy Hargrove, Chrissy Cunningham & Billy Hargrove Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Billy Hargrove Additional Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, During Canon, Soft Billy Hargrove, Snacks & Snack Food, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Chrissy Cunningham is a Sweetheart, Flirting, Hawkins Community Pool (Stranger Things), Hawkins (Stranger Things), Stranger Things 3, Food, Public Display of Affection, chrissy is a john hughes girlie, and so is billy but thats on the DL, Foreshadowing, if u squint Summary:

Chrissy visits Billy while he's working with a small gift.

[strangerthingfanfic]

The first two chapters of my CaliCheer fic

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[antigonenikk]

shades of cool

Billy is sort of insane. But Chrissy is too, so they make a good pair.

Or: (A Season 02 AU where Billy and Chrissy meet, fight demons, and fall in love. And not in that order.)

“Eventually, he grabs at her, and she feels tears. His or hers. They melt together. Jason’s blood leaves fingerprints all over her. She wants Billy to kill every person who has ever looked twice at her. She wants to keep him safe in a small room away from the world that has hurt him. She wants to run away with him. Far away. Out of this haunted town.”

Chapters 7/?

Word Count: 13224

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/Chrissy Cunningham

reckless driving - drug use - child abuse - eating disorders - unsafe sex - boys crying - love at first sight -horror

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Chapter One Below

She saw him for the first time on a Tuesday. She remembered it was a Tuesday because she hated Tuesdays. On Tuesdays she had Cheer and then she had Pointe class in Muncee, which meant a one hour drive to the dance studio and then back, because Hawkins didn't have a dance studio. Well they did. But they didn't teach the Vaganova method there. And her Mom said that the Vaganova method was the only really good way to study ballet. So on Tuesdays she had pointe, which Chrissy tried to enjoy but secretly, shamefully, hated. She liked Pas de Deux classes much better, when they got to practice lifts with the boys. Where you got to fly. She felt that when you were raised up high by the male dancers, up to the ceiling, you were eternal. You were at the peak of the spectacle. You were an angel. You could not fall. No one could touch you. It’s why she liked cheering, too. Getting to be thrown up into the air, completely weightless for those few seconds.

But just normal pointe lessons rankled her. Her hair by that point was in a bun for three hours so her skull was aching, and she was hungrier than usual, and lightheaded from smoking so many cigarettes during break to keep up with the other girls and seem normal. So on a Tuesday morning the week before Halloween, when she woke up and looked at the clothes her mother had laid out, she wasn't expecting him. She wasn't expecting anything. Or thinking anything, really. Just doll thoughts. Put on shirt. Button in hole. Her mind was asleep where it liked to go a lot of the time, when it wasn't lit up with fire. In the mirror she put on the makeup her mother laid out. Pink eyeshadow today. Hair up. Earrings. Staring back at her was a face of someone she did not recognize. She could see this face in the halls at school on some other girl and it would be a complete stranger to her. Like a cut out of paper doll. A girl is there, she thought. Or something that looks like one. Her skin itched. She clutched her hands together. She clawed at her palms. She existed. She existed. It felt like a lie, like the more she repeated it the less real she became. On Tuesday she wasn't expecting anything. But she should have. Later it didn't seem fair for it to come so out of the blue. Like life was divided into two halves: before the Robin's Egg Blue, and After.

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Her and Tammy were halfway from the parking lot to the front door of the school when it happened. Jason and Chance were approaching them, parting off from the rest of the team like lions going for the kill. And her, of course, the prey. Always. Chrissy wanted to groan. Her Mom wanted her really really badly to date Jason. Which she didn't get, because her Mom hated when she dated anyone. Like, literally refused it. And that was fine with Chrissy. If she had Mom she didn't need a boyfriend. Her and Mom were totally best friends. They did everything together. A boy wouldn't understand. Would distract her. But Mom wanted her to date Jason, and Jason wanted her to date Jason, and Chrissy felt so guilty because he was handsome but she just couldn't do it. She didn't want them to feel bad. She was dragging her feet. He just wasn't interesting. He was like everyone else. Boring. Boring. And wanting something from her. Wanting her performance. The problem wasn't him. The problem was her. She wasn't normal. She liked people, she liked a lot of people. But in a general sense, like, in the sense that she loved mankind. Individuals, she didn't want to get near. They crowded her, they wanted too much, they were confusing. She had to perform for them, all of them, all of the time. They wanted to touch her. She could do it for her Mom, but Mom was family. And suffering for your family is a lot easier than suffering for people you don't really know or care too much about.

Jason was approaching, Tammy laughing beside her, when the car pulled up. Robin's egg blue, AD. After the death of everything else. Blasting Motley Crüe, which she didn't recognize then, just thought it was noise that was l o u d. And the car speeding, tires fuming on the black-top. And then the car stopped. They were staring. It felt like the whole of Hawkins was staring. A red haired girl got out of the back and skated away. And then. And then. Sort of like the center point of the turning world, he appeared, and all motion stopped. Like the world slowed down, almost going in reserve. All of history leading up to this one moment. Blonde. Blonde. So Blonde. Only thought in her head. Oh no. She was fucked.

He had sunglasses on, and he was smoking a cigarette, letting it dangle off his lips like it could fall at any second, and he was so cool. Oh no. She turned away and kept walking and the world sped back up. Walking faster. Oh no. She looked back, couldn't help it really. He hadn't seen her yet, thank goodness. Just surveying the territory. He was dangerous. She could tell. He looked smug, and above it all. She had thought Jason was like a lion but she was wrong. This was a real apex predator. A snake maybe. Or a panther. He wasn't human. Which was the important part. He was much, much more. She wanted to be a lamb. Or a bunny rabbit. She wanted to lay down and let him grab her in his jaws and shake until her neck broke. That would be a good way to go. Just like falling off the top of the pyramid, but better. Because it would be something beautiful ending her life. And that counted for a lot.

She was almost running, panicking. She had never felt anything before like this towards her friends or her Mom or any boys who asked her on dates. It was coursing through her. White hot want.

"Wait. Shit, Chris, wait up!"

Tammy was grabbing her arm. Chrissy turned to her, and she could tell the mask was slipping, because Tammy looked scared.

"Are you okay?"

"I..."

She didn't know what to say. She loved Tammy, sort of. But distantly. She felt sick. She couldn't tell her.

"I'm fine!"

"Did you see the new kid?"

Chrissy nodded, mutely. They were inside now, so it was all okay. Approaching her locker. Was something wrong with her? Her heart wouldn't stop racing. Her whole body was on fire.

"He..."

She cleared her throat.

"He had a nice car."

Tammy laughed.

[strangerthings-writer]

Welcome To My Page!

• My name is Eddie, and I’m a 20 y/o trans man who just likes to write little fanfictions… and I’m an english major!

• This is a place for Stranger Things fans to come and submit drabble and one-shot requests of their favourite characters and/or ships that they want fan fiction of!

• This page has NSFW writings, so please keep that in mind when browsing this page!

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What will I write?

• I write both NSFW and SFW drabbles and one-shots

• I do “x readers” and ships

• I write fluff, sometimes angst, romance (ofc)… just ask!

• I write for MxM, WxW, MxW, t4t… anything you desire

• I can interpret your headcanons into my writings! If you headcanon Steve as a trans girl? Perfect! I can write that. Just let me know in your ask!

What won’t I write?

• Any ships that involve a minor with an adult

• Major character death (just uncomfortable to write for me) or extreme angst

• I will not write for kinks that are considered too extreme or gross (kinks I won’t write for are: scat, vomit, raceplay, ageplay, anything illegal). If you’re not sure if I’ll write for something send me a dm and ask me and I’ll let you know :) *I always content warning NSFW works*

What characters/ships do I write for?

• characters marked with * are characters I do NOT write NSFW for

Mike Wheeler*

Dustin Henderson*

Lucas Sinclair*

Max Mayfield*

Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Beyers

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Chrissy Cunningham

Robin Buckley

Gareth*

Argyle

• ships marked with * are ships I do NOT write NSFW for

Stancy (Steve x Nancy)

Stommy (Steve x Tommy)

Jancy (Jonathan x Nancy)

Ronance (Nancy x Robin)

Buckingham (Robin x Chrissy)

Jargyle (Jonathan x Argyle)

Steddie (Steve x Eddie)

Harringrove (Steve x Billy)

Mungrove (Eddie x Billy)

Hellcheer (Eddie x Chrissy)

Calicheer (Chrissy x Billy)

Lumax (Lucas x Max)*

Byler (Will x Mike)*

Henclair (Dustin x Lucas)*

More to add soon…

text divider credit goes to cafekitsune

[thatgirlwithasquid]

tag game: stranger things edition 👻

tagged by @ratbastardbilly and @intothedysphoria (ty guys xx)

1. ride or die ship (your otp): CUNNINGWAY!!! They’re my girls. Chrissy and Heather my beloveds. I have never been so hyped for a ship before and this is the first time I’ve put this much effort into one, but if I don’t advocate for this rarepair then who will? (the answer is bambi. bambi will. but whatever, you get the point)

2. most annoying ship: there isn’t really a ship i find WHOLLY annoying. stancy maybe. i also think jancy and mileven have ran their course and jopper gives me a lil bit of the ick. obvi no hate to the ships or those that ship it!!

3. second favourite ship: ima have to say harringrove, but there are others i like a lot too!!

4. favourite platonic relationship: heather, chrissy & billy. the chaos trio. more should be done with them <3

5. underrated ship: there are so many!! argyle/chrissy (which i am lovingly referring to as pompompinapple, just try and stop me)? byergrove (billy/jonathan)? calicheer (billy/chrissy)??? how can i possibly choose????

6. overrated ship: uhhhh this feels dangerous. but steddie. dont get me wrong, i love this ship, but the boom in works for them was INSANE cause i dont think they have TOO MUCH chemistry in canon (tho there 100% is a good bit and it makes sense)

7. one thing i would change in canon: the blatant lack of care the main cast have for characters outside their group. no empathy for billy, barely anyone looking into heather, characters dying that no one mentions again…

8. something canon did right: I really liked steve and dustin’s dynamic. like, a LOT. they cocked it up a bit in s4 for the sake of ‘haha, dumb steve’ but yeah. theyre sweet :)

9. a thing i’m proud of creating for the fandom: my sideblog @poolsidepanic . i know that its a niche ship but i hope i help other people who love them as much as me actually be able to enjoy their ship and not just… be disappointed when they come up empty handed. the art and little fics and such i make over there make me so happy <3

10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldnt change a thing): heather. sassy, bitchy, yet kindhearted lifeguard? yes. the only thing id change is the DISSERVICE THE DUFFERS GAVE HER WHEN THEY KILLED HER AND IGNORED HER EXISTENCE.

11. the character i relate most to the most and why: steve. just how he responds to the offhanded comments the people he cares about make to him, that they never seem to realise hurt.

12. character i hate most and why: neil, karen, brenner. no explanation needed

13. something ive learned from the fandom: idk. ive always wanted to be a positive person but seeing some of the toxicity in the fandom has made me really want to keep my little blog as positive and safe as i can for everyone. some things we see SUCK but if i can make someones day a lil better id like to? so not really a learn but an encouragement to be nicer wherever i can

14. three tags i seek out on ao3: i dont read a lot of st fanfiction, actually. i havent been in the mood for it for AGES!! but in general im a slow burn, hurt/comfort, angst kind of person. i love the occasional, agonising right person not enough time or some character bashing for the sake of compelling suffering (if done right!!!)

15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: ooooh fun!!! ‘Groan’, ‘Wet’ and ‘Maggot’ by Dazey and the Scouts are so Billy. ‘Drunk Walk Home’ by Mitski gives me Chrissy vibes, and ‘Maggot’ again for her tbh (billy and chrissy, my sad beloved blorbos). there arent any songs i associate with cunningway yet tho 😔

tagging: @bigdumbbambieyes @hargrove-mayfields @billyhargrovesupsidedownshadow @every-dayiwakeup and anyone else interested in sharing :)

[calicheer-cove]

Let’s Get Physical (NSFW)

Summary: Billy is home alone working out and decides to take a “personal break” from lifting weights. Chrissy comes over to surprise Billy after cheer practice. If only she knew what she would find when she let herself in.

The cheer team were sitting on the bleachers watching the basketball team practice for the big game this Friday. Shirts vs skins, the kings of Hawkins, Steve and Billy were focused on each other. The reigning ruler of Indiana and the sovereign surfer of California, one on one upon the court. Steve was sweating bullets, barely able to keep up with his fellow senior. Meanwhile Billy was glistening, his toothy smile taunting Harrington as he easily blocked and maneuvered his body to successfully get the ball and make it into the net.

Aside from the earthy brown eyes focusing on Hargrove, another pair had watched from afar. Blue as the sky in springtime after a long rainstorm. Having to quickly look away from the tanned and toned Adonis as his ocean orbs met hers. Chrissy’s pale cheeks glowed behind her manicured hand, feigning as if she wasn’t staring at him the moment she entered the gymnasium. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that she was looking, no, ogling him. Her little “good girl” front was merely a mask to everyone that knew her, Billy knew that it was all a ruse. She has needs, feelings, desires; she was only human after all, just like him.

Chrissy, his beloved Chrissy, the antithesis of his whole being: Kind, generous, and humble. Yet what they differed in terms of appearance and interests, they had a little more in common than they realized. Difficult upbringings, unfair pressure put on them from a young age, and having to maintain a stupid image that often resulted in some form of damage to their psyche. No one could have imagined that someone so goody two shoes would ever get involved with someone so dangerous.

Getting paired up for an assignment in English class was all that it took for the beast and the beauty to start seeing each other. Suddenly those late afternoons spent at the library were meant for more than answering questions for class. One date turned into a second, then a third, fourth, and so on. Young love is a beautiful gift, the kind that would keep on giving; sometimes in more ways than one.

The weekend finally arrived, Billy had the place to himself. No one to push him around or bother him, just him and his weights while blasting his mixtape at full volume. His grunts were like that of a wild animal, loud, guttural, and deep. His muscles flexing and relaxing with each motion, strengthening his body to its fullest potential. His curls stuck to his moistened forehead, droplets of sweat cascading down his beautiful form. His scent, a combination of natural body odor and musk mixed with the cigarette resting in the ashtray and the half can of beer left on the nearby shelf. Blood rushed from his heart throughout the rest of his form, but oddly enough it began to pool more in one specific place. Well for Billy, it wasn’t that strange to get a little excited after a good workout. He placed the weight back onto its support beam, turned off his tunes, and made his way to the bathroom. Normally a cold shower would do just the trick, but he remembered that he was all alone. Hargrove made sure that the front door was locked, the windows were shut, and the blinds were drawn in his room.

“Fuck… ooh…” Billy groaned as he cradled his pulsating hard on.

His shorts felt like a prison on his cock, so tight and sealed around himself. Billy palmed his aching center, biting down on his lip as he eased himself into the delicious pressure of his hand. He wasn’t the kind of person to whip it, jerk it, then take a nap. Billy loved the anticipation, the build up, the calm before the storm. If there was one thing that he knew, it was the importance of taking his time. This was true for himself and his partners. Foreplay was like a second language to him, an art form that he relished in. Who better to receive it than himself?

He stood before his reflection, thick fingers tracing along the curved imprint within the material of his shorts. A delicious tactile examination of the shape, circumference, and weight of his erection. Even if he was the embodiment of Narcissus, so what? At least Billy could do what that deity could not, truly enjoy himself beyond just staring at his reflection. He softly gasped at the sensation of the cool air embracing his dick, tossing the meager red shorts aside to an unknown corner. DaVinci himself could have never sculpted a more impressive man. His cock twitched as did his muscles, little over a half hard by the looks of it. His large hand held the hot and pulsating organ, sliding it between his compressed fingers. His eyes focused on the incredible cock both in his fist and in the mirror. Suddenly, he can feel his legs start to lock up, heading straight for his mattress to continue.

Saturday’s cheer practice left Chrissy feeling as if her legs were made of jelly, yet still she biked down the long stretch of road to his home. What better way to spend the day than with her beloved? She figured that maybe they could stay in to watch a movie and simply enjoy each other’s company. Her heart soared at the sight of his Camaro, the only car in the driveway. Chrissy fished for the duplicate key that he gifted to her recently, no one else, not even Max knew about it. She thought that maybe it would be fun to surprise him, walking her bike around to the back door instead. Carefully and quietly letting herself in, her olfactory senses taking in the smell of cigarettes and booze; as well as himself. Billy had a certain distinct scent that made her body tingle. Something strangely primal awakened in her the first time her nostrils caught a whiff of him; the same was said for him towards her natural odor.

Her ears caught the sound of heavy breathing. Was he hurt? Did he push himself too much with his exercises? And why did Chrissy feel a dull sensation between her thighs? She creeped over to the source, she was so close.

“Chrissy…” he groaned.

She quietly pressed her back against the wall. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe she should just get out and leave! She covered her mouth and stayed perfectly still. There’s no way he could have seen her!

“Oh, ooh, Chrissy… mmm, baby.”

There it was, the dullness had returned this time a little stronger. It felt nice, better than nice. Chrissy gulped when he called her name again, feeling it crawl into her ear and shoot straight down to her pussy. Her mind tried to fill in the blank, but she shook her head. No! Don’t be dirty! Get your mind out of the gutter! Chrissy decided that a quick peek would indicate that her thoughts were incorrect, even though her heart and her hips said otherwise. She motioned herself closer, peaking over the wall to get a better look.

Hard, hot, and sweaty were the three words to best describe such an incredible moment. Her blue eyes took in every detail of his form: The crease between his furrowed eyebrows, the rising and falling of his chest, the flexing muscles along his thighs, the way his toes curled his bedsheets. And his hand, his big, strong hand touching his hard on like that. The way he called her name was certainly not quenching the fire growing within her as well. She had to look away, but her eyes were glued to the golden skinned surfer. His lovely locks draped around his head like a pretty halo.

Chrissy turned away and looked down at her lower half, there was an unusual moistened sensation between her thighs. She shouldn’t do it, she’s been told that touching yourself is bad and “good girls” never do such “sinful” things. Her hand moved slowly into her skirt, lithe fingers confirming the fact that she was wet. Maybe if she just squeezed herself then she could get rid of this feeling and head out. She bit down on her lip, refusing to let a little moan from emitting. It didn’t help, but it felt oh so good. Lightly gripping her covered mons pubis had excited her, but she had to remain quiet.

“Take it, fucking take it Chrissy, yeah that’s right. Ooh, you’re a good girl,” Billy growled.

“Fuck it,” she whispered, letting her legs guide her to the door frame. “Billy.”

His eyes shot straight open, hand gripping harder at the sight of his love. A playful smirk stretched across his face, “Am I dreaming or is that you Cunningham?”

“Billy,” she whined, her face like a rose, her own flower blossoming open.

He knew that look, he’d seen it many, many times with others; it suited Chrissy. Billy sat up and batted his eyelashes, spreading his thighs to reveal more of himself. Chrissy couldn’t believe her eyes, her heart beat boomed loudly in her ears at such a delectable sight. Her mouth started to water, the pulsations within her growing.

“Here kitty, kitty,” Billy chuckled as he curled his finger. “Come here, yeah that’s a good girl.”

She stood before him, hands at her side and her eyes on the most beautiful man she’s ever seen. She lifted her skirt, unable to hide her playful smile. Billy’s long fingers followed the shape of her trembling lips along her panties, so wet and soft. He leaned forward and kissed the little bit of belly peeking out from above. Such a simple act should have not made her feel so breathless, yet it did. His lovely lips gifted her stomach, hips, and thighs with more smooches, purposely avoiding the one place where she wanted him most.

“Billy, you’re mean,” she grumbled impatiently.

Her little coo after gently snapping her panties made him chuckle, “You’re sweet when you’re angry.”

She crossed her arms, “I’m not angry, I’m- Ooh!”

Chrissy’s eyes widened at the touch of his needy palms grabbing her rear. Softly squishing her plush, little cheeks together before letting them slide down his fingers. Billy breathed in her delectable scent, mouth watering at the irresistible aroma. Pressing his nose to her undergarments to get a better whiff, he could practically taste her.

“Take them off Billy,” she groaned.

Her wish was his command, fingertips graciously removing them. Even though she was fully clothed, the thrill of being bare beneath her uniform only made her excitement heighten. She immediately climbed on top of him, securely wrapping her arms around his neck to share a long and intimate kiss. Their tongues performed a passionate tango, pushing, dipping, and slithering against each other before they had to break away for air.

“Billy, I want you,” she confessed, looking into his crystal clear eyes.

His hands firmly grasped her hips, motioning her lower lips along his shaft, relishing in her moans, “You want me?” His lips pecked her jawline, “How do you want me?” Another one upon her neck, “Come on, tell me.”

All she could muster up were squeals. The contrast between his gentle kisses and fingers digging into her flesh made her mind go into a whirl. The heat of his cock along her moistened lips was so incredibly welcoming. She needed to have more of him, she wanted to touch his skin. Chrissy hurried and removed her top, pushing her bare breasts upon his pecs. Billy moved her back so he could admire the pretty pair, tanned fingers caressing the small bundles, thumb and forefinger gingerly teasing her pebbled nipple.

“Your tits are perfect, Chrissy,” he stated, giving her other nipple a kiss. “So soft, perky, and beautiful.”

She was at a loss for words when he held it between his lips, another moan trickling out. He showed her teat with the kind of love that she never knew she needed. Gently suckling while the tip of his tongue twirled it with precise ease. She bounced at the pleasant tightening around her nipple when he hollowed his cheeks. Billy kept his sights on her, his mind taking in every little movement, every expression, and each sound that spilled from her throat. She loved this, she loved his attentive mouth and how he was using it.

Chrissy wiped away the little line of drool by his lip after he pulled his head back and released her with a wet pop, “Billy, oh my god…”

He nuzzled his nose to her flesh, tracing the shape of her chest as he approached her other one. The bulbous tip of his nose circled her nipple, letting his mouth finish the job before taking a hold of it.

“Oh, ooh, oh Billy…” Chrissy moaned as she played with his sunshine curls. “Harder, please harder.”

He obliged, trying to stop himself from smiling around her. Widening his jaw as much as he could, sheltering her breast within his warm mouth. Chrissy dotted the top of his head with kiss after kiss, closing her eyes as she allowed her pleasure to wash over her. He freed her once more and she looked down to admire his work. She was extra sensitive now, that was especially evident when he blew cool air on them. Billy brought her in for another round of deep, tongue filled kisses. Their bodies rolled over until her back was to the mattress. His hands followed the soft curves of her form, so soft and so delicate. She touched his hollowed cheek, the caressings further encouraging him to suck on her more and more until he released her.

Chrissy looked down at her nipples, so hard and so sensitive. The skin of her pale flesh was a lovely shade of light red. She delicately touched the stimulated surfaces, letting out a gentle whimper. Billy planted more kisses from her chest down to her belly, snuggling his face closer to her as he approached her cheer skirt. He sat up and held her leg, continuing to press more kisses upon her skin; proceeding to remove her sneakers and socks before giving her feet little pecks. He admired the coy and playfully shy young woman smiling at him. Her lithe fingers trailing her smaller form, never breaking eye contact as she lifted her legs and spread them.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so sexy,” Billy groaned as he slid her skirt off, and then slithered his tongue into her.

“Oh! Oh god!” Chrissy moaned, tightly grasping his curls. “Y-Yes! Yes!”

He was a menace with that reptilian tongue of his, tucking it between both sets of lower lips. Ravishing her with long and slow strokes, collecting and swallowing her incredibly delicious nectar. He savored her pussy, the tip of his tongue twirling the shape of her clitoris before wrapping his lips around it. The sounds of his wet mouth filled her ears, hips rising to deepen the connection between the two of them. Inner muscles clenching and spasming, thighs shaking, and heart pounding.

“Billy!” She cried out when he hummed around her pulsating button. “O-Oh god!”

Her legs wrapped him up nicely in a tight and warm embrace. Her eyes tried to focus on the beach boy’s performance, meeting his ocean orbs for a moment. He stopped briefly, taking in the lovely sight of the blushing cheerleader. Chrissy played with the ringlet curls that framed his sculpted face, giving him a shy smile as if he wasn’t just going down on her seconds ago. His smile was genuine, flirtatious of course, but authentic nonetheless. Soft and sweet were those pink lips upon her reddening flesh. His eyes half lidded, teeth gingerly squishing her petals without leaving any markings. She giggled, nibbling her bottom lip when he nuzzled his face between her legs once more. Gifting her vulva and labia with his hungry mouth, showing her mercy as Billy eased his pace.

She sighed blissfully, letting herself slide further down the hills of satisfaction, “Ooh… oh yeah, oh fuck.”

“You like it right there, baby?” Billy asked in an almost mocking tone, knowing what the answer was when her body experienced another delicious jolt. “Come here Chrissy, that’s it sweet girl.”

There didn’t seem to be any point in him telling her to move as he eased her up and positioned her exactly where he wanted her. In her daze she was able to get a glimpse of the blonde man resting comfortably below her. Looking nice and pretty beneath her cream colored thighs, tanned fingers giving her ass a playful squeeze.

Her voice was so tender, “Billy, could I do something while you eat me out?”

God she was so sweet, he wanted to do the work, but he was curious, “Yeah, do whatever you want.”

She let out a little coquettish hum as she turned around and got herself into position. She laid across his stomach, sheepishly sliding across his torso, and slowly motioning her pussy and ass in the process of getting closer to his cock. Billy dug his nails into her legs when he felt her tongue slowly circle his fleshy head, his brain trying to make the connection of her plan.

“Oh! Ooh… mmm,” he grunted, making sure to keep his hips planted into the mattress.

Chrissy giggled as she teased his hard on, cradling him with her warm hands. She could only imagine what he must have looked like: Eyes shut, hair around his blushing face, and an expression that was caught between pleasure and having to hold back from finishing. Her tongue followed his exact shape and circumference, fingertips lightly brushing along the veins, adoring the way he growled.

She looked over her shoulder, “Billy are you gonna keep going?”

His mouth returned to her puffy petals, delighting in the delicacy of seconds just for him. Chrissy had nearly lost her grip, having to force herself to stay down rather than arch up. Taking that moment to engulf him as much as her mouth would allow. He was big, he didn’t see himself as pornstar big (even though he wished he was), but Chrissy was more than happy to take whatever he had to offer. She tried to focus on bobbing her head, trying to breathe through her nostrils all while attempting to not think about the expertise tongue work of her boyfriend. Sucking in her cheeks, gingerly massaging his tightened sack, and jerking off whatever she couldn’t fit. Billy was no stranger to having his dick sucked, regardless if he was standing, sitting, or currently doing the old 69 with her. He enjoyed it as much as the next guy, but not as much as giving his partners pleasure. Chrissy deserved more, so much more than anyone he was with prior.

Chrissy was about to take him again, suddenly finding herself gasping when his fingers gripped her legs, “B-Billy!”

He was ravenous, drinking from her like a parched animal after finally finding water in the desert. Her feeble attempt to return was cut short by the hot, rushing bolts surging through her. She pressed her cheek upon his stomach, inching back to feel more of him. He basked in her incredible taste and intoxicating moans. Smirking deviously along her pussy as she screamed with delight, her hips thrusting upon his perfect mouth. As much as he loved the sight of her pulsating center and lovely ass, he missed looking at her beautiful face.

He sat up and cradled her in his arms, pecking her forehead as he whispered in that gentle tone of his. “I’m here Chrissy, I’m here.” He moved her bangs away from her moistened face, “I love you.”

Chrissy nuzzled into his warm chest, sensing the vibration of his beating heart upon her cheek. She was loved, adored, and spoiled silly by him. Her mind felt as if she were floating, body weightless and soaring to a heightened state of growing ecstasy.

“I love you Billy,” she whispered against his breast, lips softly sprinkling kisses upon his pectorals.

Billy watched the way her needy mouth wandered along the lining of his chest. Princess pink lips along sun kissed flesh, her tongue slithering out in the process. He let out a soft moan, curious to know what she would do next. He was never one to let his partners do anything to him, aside from sucking his dick. To his surprise, she navigated her tongue closer and closer to his nipple. Lathering the hardened bud with careful licks and gentle kisses, a quiet hum escaping her throat. His jaw dropped as he witnessed her eagerly take it between her lips, sucking on it softly. He could sense his cock twitching, his brain experiencing a pleasant tingling sensation. Her hand slid from his belly to his other nipple, twirling it around before softly dialing it. Why has he denied himself this great feeling? His blue eyes met hers, caressing her locks as she switched to the other. Her mouth started to venture down, making every effort to kiss as much of his flesh until she reached his cock once more.

Billy craned his neck back, his moans and praises made her lower half tremble. He held up her locks, focusing his attention on the seemingly shy lady give him an incredible performance. He nearly choked when her hand reached down to hold his stiffened sack, gingerly massaging his two fleshy bundles between her fingers.

“Fuck, babe… ooh Chrissy…”

Chrissy fluttered her eyelashes, looking up at him briefly, her mind taking notes of his face. The scrunched up eyebrows, his bitten down lower lip, the way his eyes struggled to stay open. She may not be a connoisseur of pornographic magazines like him, yet this was one of the sexiest images that her brain would forever imprint. Touching and teasing his manhood with precision, sinking in her cheeks as she slowly, very slowly went down on him. Chrissy had often fantasized about him in the early hours of the morning, losing herself in a world of incredible fantasy; well she no longer had to imagine anymore.

“Chrissy, stop, please stop, stop.”

She felt her heart drop, “Did I do something wrong?”

He was quick to reassure her with a kiss and a smile, “No baby, no you’re amazing. I just… I don’t want to cum yet. Not until you do it first. Come here.”

Two nude bodies held onto one another, sharing a beautiful series of kisses. Soft and gentle exchanges as their hands traced every inch of skin that they could find until their fingers intertwined. Softly rolling upon the mattress, he kept her close to ensure her safety, being careful not to put all of his weight on her. If only he knew how much she loved the feeling of being practically crushed by him.

“Billy…” Chrissy groaned. “Billy, please, please fuck me.”

His chuckle made her spine tingle, “Anything for you, Chrissy.”

She was more than ready, looking up at him with nothing but love in those lust driven, delirious eyes. His big hands traced her form from shoulders to hips, wanting to remember everything about this moment. He proceeded to spread her legs, kissing her thighs one more time before grabbing his rock hard cock.

“Stop me if it’s too much, okay?”

She offered him a love sick smile as she nodded. Even in her state, she could feel her heart burst with joy when he said that. Billy may have been a bad boy, but he knew about the importance of safety and choice. Chrissy’s nails began to dig into his shoulders, oh god the tip was in. He waited for a moment, she told him to keep going and he obeyed. Her squealing grunts did not come from a place of pain. Her mind set off multiple jolts from the careful stretching between her legs. Sparks ran up and down her form as Billy continued, trying her best to wrap her legs around his torso. He kissed her, soft and delicate smooches suddenly becoming desperate and hungry. His thrusts were easy, never hard or forceful, considerate of her size and aware of his own length as he pushed and pulled. Chrissy couldn’t not focus on the way her pussy adjusted around him, her walls closing in on the hunk of veined flesh erotically invading her. Lower half snuggling him in and twitching when he retreated, only to come back. The rhythm was good, no better than good, it was truly wonderful.

Chrissy looked down at the way her mons pubis bulged with each thrust, eyes widening at the delicious sight. Her fingers gripped at his curls, “Oh, don’t stop, oh fuck!”

Billy’s sense of orgasmic need was building up higher and higher, he wanted to make love, he wanted to fuck. He knew very well which head was in charge now. His hands made base near the sides of her head, his hips starting to pick up the pace. Their entwined forms were receptive to each and every motion, holding on with no indication of letting go. Two sets of eyes centering on each other, their breathing hot and heavy upon their faces. She held his sweaty face, reaching up to lick the beads along his neck and jawline before engaging in another tongue filled smooch.

He held her wrists down and growled in her ear, “Get ready for the workout of your life.”

The world around them meant nothing to them. Neither of them gave a damn if the neighbors or wild animals could hear. Chrissy could no longer indicate his swimsuit model or rock band posters, all he could center his attention on was her and only her. This felt like a dream, a dream that neither of them wanted to wake up from, oh please let things stay like this for just a bit longer. Well this was clearly no dream, Chrissy could feel everything and so could Billy. The way he buried himself within her, the way she could feel herself getting stuffed, emptied, and filled again and again. The difference in hand size as his fingers easily held down her wrists. The heightening screams filled his eardrums, how her skin gleamed with sweat and glowed such a beautiful shade of pinkish red. Their pupils were large, overtaking whatever was left of their blue irises. Neither of them could look away, even when both sets of eyes were struggling to stay open. Heart rates rising, their breathing suddenly so quick to escape, and bodies flooding with such intense heat and hormones.

The seal between their joined hips was never broken as their tongues danced. Chrissy loved the way he put his weight on her, closing the gap between them as much as he could. Choosing to support himself with his forearms, kissing her palms when she held his face. He suckled on her thumb, gingerly nibbling on it before releasing it. He bent down to tease her nipples again, keeping a solid rhythm of sucking that nearly matched his lower half. Chrissy shut her eyes, unable to focus on anything except pleasure and the ways in which he gave it to her. She had to let go, she wanted to let herself drown, thank goodness he was a lifeguard.

Chrissy cried out, “I- I- I’m cumming!”

She grabbed his sunshine curls and kissed him again, biting down and then tugging on his lower lip. Billy smirked at the sight of watching her come undone, her body finally allowing itself to just let loose. His strong arms kept her close, planting her face and neck with quick smooches.

His voice was breathy and still so gentle, “That’s it, oh fuck… cum Chrissy. Cum…”

Her fingers clutched at his roots, legs tightly crossed around his body, jaw wide open. She let out the loudest moan that her tiny body could muster, the sound echoing from the hallway and back into his room. To hear such a wild and uncensored harmony made Billy’s heart soar and cock spill. Filling her and feeling himself surrounded by the natural concoction of themselves within her warm and wet mound. The two of them waited, still in their position as the world around them began to return to the way it had before. He could hear her breathing, she could feel the wet sheets beneath her, they could both see each other. He laid beside her, easing her into his arms and rocking her gently. She smiled against his chest, face buried between his pecs. Happily kicking her feet upon his bed, he couldn’t help but find that moment to be so irresistible.

He then reached over and grabbed himself a cigarette, just the one for him, she preferred not to engage with tobacco. She looked up and watched the way he easily flipped the lighter open, flicked the switch, and lit the white end. The burning embers mixed with the product, his throat taking in a long, slow drag of the filter before letting the gray cloud escape his lips. He looked down at the woman with infatuation in her eyes, chuckling when she rubbed her face into his neck, clinging to him like a koala before the spell of sleep began to take over. Billy’s fingers ran through her strawberry locks, helping her fall deeper into a pleasant slumber.

“I love you Chrissy.”

He meant it. This wasn’t a ploy or a scripted line that he would say to her just to make her feel good about herself. Every time he said it, there was true generosity and kindness behind that phrase. One thing was certain, Billy would do everything to keep her safe. To love her in a way that he never thought he could. He often wondered who on earth could love a beast like him that was only known for his body. She could see that there was something more to him, he had an inkling towards the beauty as well.

He wanted more moments like this, not just sex, but quiet moments of closeness. Perhaps there was a definite chance that such moments could happen. For now all he wanted was to be with her, to hold her. He snuffed out the light in his dirty ashtray and kissed her forehead, sweetly whispering her name before letting himself fall asleep as well.

They were definitely going to be sore tomorrow.

[strangerthingfanfic]

Will be trying to write CaliCheer. BillyxChrissy try is a go.

Hope this goes well 😂

Comment below if I should post it or not