#dacre headcannon

[buckysgrace]

Billy Hargrove Headcanons <3

Requested <3 I hope you enjoy my ramblings!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Also loved summer camp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

makes a meaaaaan spicy Italian sandwich

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dilf-whore]

Hey there, I’ve literally never done a request before so here I go!

Just- reader coming home from a night out with friends to billy passed out on their bed, who basically broke into their room and fell asleep waiting for them?

I’m going feral for billy I’m sorry 😞

- Sincerely, 🐁

needy boy

pairing: billy hargrove x gn!reader

genre: established relationship ,fluff

summary: billy the bad boy hargrove becomes all soft and needy

A/N: this is so cute! sorry it took a while for me to finish this anddd if it’s short, but anyways i hope you enjoy this. feedbacks are always appreciated! send in requests if you have or just talk to me if you guys feel like it ❤️‍🔥

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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Your friend, Adeline invited you over her house and have a game night with your friend group. It’s finally midnight and you all decided to finish and head home, you hug them goodbye and head to your car. Opening your windows, you let the cozy cold wind enter your car as you hit the road with some soft music playing in the stereo.

After a good 20 minutes, you finally arrive at your home. You notice a familiar blue shiny car at the front; looking up to your bedroom, you see that your window’s open and the light’s on, i hope he’s not drunk and puked everywhere you thought. You park your car beside the Camaro and walk to the front door, your keys jangling as you unlock the door. You untie your shoes and take them off, then you jog upstairs to your room; you grab the doorknob and turn it softly. 

You let out a big exhale, expecting a messy bedroom but instead, you were greeted by your boyfriend snoring quietly with an arm wrapped around one of your pillows. You smile at the view and approach him for a better look. You admire his features, how his thick long eyelashes perfectly adorned his face, his strong yet comforting scent, the way his chest rises and falls as he breathes. You come closer and place a soft kiss on his cheek, making him turn around and wake up. 

His eyes twinkle and smirk forms on his lips as soon as he sees you. “Hi Y/N, I was waiting for you”

“Sorry baby, charades got competitive” you reply. Billy lets out a soft giggle causing you to do the same, “It’s okay, at least you’re here now”. 

You sit beside him, setting a few strands of hair on his face away, “Why’d you come here and who’s with Max?” you ask.

“I brought her to El’s house, they’re having a sleepover. Then I thought of coming here and stay at yours” He says as he sits up. He grabs you by the waist and straddle you to his lap, he tugs some hair behind your ear - staring at you in awe. “You look amazing” he compliments, “as always” he adds. You cover your face with your hands, Billy never fails to make you blush like crazy. He takes them off and pulls you closer to him - kissing you. 

You immediately melt into his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him towards you even more. You pull away, “I need to change, and so do you. You have some clothes there on the top drawer of my dresser” you point. As you were about to stand up, he pulls you down again for a quick peck, “You’ll get more in a bit, Billy” you say - getting back up and change to your pajamas and Billy does the same. 

After changing, he hops back up and pats the space beside him, “come on now and give your boyfriend some love”.

“Alright alright” you say as you lay down beside him and give in to the needy boy.

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[hwknshellfire]

cherry garcia

pairing: billy x fem!reader

summary: you and billy are best friends. totally platonic. except you're both in love with each other. but things change when you meet an old jaded flame on an ice cream date and billy steps in to defend you

length: 2.5k (look i love soft!Billy)

warnings: mainly fluff, soft!billy, mentions of sex, mentions of abuse (billy’s dad), mentions of untoward advances (v brief), slut shaming, mild violence

based on this request: Billy x fem reader them just spending time together cruzing in his car going for like ice cream or something and running into a dude reader had a “thing with”( she was feeling him out but didn’t like his vibe so told him she didn’t wanna date him) and the dude gets mad bc she said she didn’t wanna date and tries like insulting her and Billy isn’t about that and like roughs him up a bit mainly lots of fluff

a.n: look billy defending your honour will never not be hot to me and i would write billy forever if i could. no vol2 spoilers here. set around s3 before billy is flayed

Billy’s arm is slung around your back as he drives. There’s a casualness to it that has become familiar in the few months you and Billy had been friends. You had never been majorly popular, but Billy singled you out anyway after seeing you skip class to light up a cigarette and he knew he had to know you. Little Miss Perfect, smoking? There was definitely more to you and he had been determined to find out. And he had. He learnt everything about you and somehow became your best friend. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive with his long hair and easy confidence. You knew there was a darker side to him, but you knew about his dad and you understood why he was the way he was. And all you could do was be there for him.

Which is why you never said no to going on a drive with him. It was Saturday and most of Hawkins would be out and about in town. Once upon a time, you would’ve thought Billy would be embarrassed to be seen with you. But he had never once made you feel that way. And, really, how could you not fall for him?

Especially after the look he gives you now, glancing sideways at you in his Camaro and grinning when he catches you staring. “All good, doll?” he asks, hiding the smirk.

You roll your eyes. He knew the nickname drove you mad—in more ways than one. “Peachy. Where are we off to today?”

He uses the hand behind your back to wave at the open scenery. You notice that you’re driving nowhere in particular, just anywhere Billy decides to turn. “Dealer’s choice.”

“Hmm,” you hum. The sun is going down slowly but it’s still hot out, the summer in full swing by now. The pair of you had spent the morning at the community pool, Billy working and you enjoying the view, and it had been sweltering. You swore you were still feeling the effects of spending a whole day outside, so you grin and say, “Ice cream, please.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re so predictable,” he says. You give him your infamous puppy-dog eyes and soon he’s speeding up, the wind rushing through your hair and you laugh wildly. Billy’s smile widens, enjoying seeing you so happy. “Your wish is my command, doll.”

He takes the long way, stretching out the journey for as long as possible. There’s something about the way your hair is blowing in the wind and the way your eyes crinkle as you smile and sing along to whatever song was playing on his stereo (he can’t even focus when you’re looking the way you do) that makes Billy want to stay in this moment forever. You’re different from what he expected you to be. Different from everyone, really. You’re the only person in the planet who knows exactly what he is and has never once turned their back on him. And damn, if that didn’t make him want to make you his forever. If you asked him to, he’s pretty sure he’d get down on his knees for a single piece of you. He would do anything to make you happy because to him, he owes you a lifelong debt for just being there for him, for looking after him when his dad beats him, for listening to him rant and cry about anything from his dad, to Max, to school.

When he first moved to Hawkins and started classes at school, he heard about you in passing. You weren’t a popular girl, but you were a notorious A-Grade student. You were smart and funny and beautiful and deserved to be with someone like Harrington. And yet all you had done was shoot down men like Steve. You’d picked Billy as much as he’d picked you and he couldn’t believe his luck. He’s sure that one day he’ll blink and wake up and this whole friendship will have been a dream. A cruel one where it shows him exactly what he wants only to rip it away from him.

You catch him staring at you and raise an eyebrow. “Don’t you think you should be focusing on the road?”

“Shit, yeah.” His eyes snap back to the front and he swerves to avoid a kid on a bike. You chuckle and it sends a shiver down his back. He clears his throat. “Shut up.”

You make it to the ice cream parlour as the sunsets and it feels eerily romantic as you both slide into a booth. Several people from school are around but you ignore them completely, even when they begin to whisper. Your friendship was still talked about but you never cared. Billy’s eyes dance over the groups of people looking at you and he raises a challenging eyebrow at them and they stop talking immediately. Satisfied, he turns his attention to you.

You’re already scanning the menu, unbothered by everyone else. His heart does a little flutter and he swallows thickly. “What are you going for, doll?”

Looking up, you give him an incredulous look. “Are you kidding? Like there’s more than one answer?”

Billy groans and rolls his eyes. “Right, how could I forget? One scoop strawberry, one scoop cherry garcia and a whole lotta sprinkles.”

You beam. “Ah, it’s like you know me so well.”

He snorts and gets up. “Who could forget such a disgusting combo?”

“It is not disgusting! Strawberry and cherry are both fruits, right? It’s not like I’m mixing, oh I don’t know, peanut butter and butter pecan!”

He points a stern finger at you. “Do not disrespect the butter-based ice cream flavours in front of me, doll. It won’t end well for you.” He’s joking but man did it make you both squirm. Not that even of you notice the other’s reaction to what he just said. Billy swallows and nods briefly at you before wandering up to the counter.

Alone at the table, you press your lips together, trying not to grin. Your eyes scan the menu again, going over and over the words but you’re not really reading them. No, you’re busy analysing every moment of your friendship. Sometimes the line between you two being friends and more blurred, but never enough for you to be sure about his feelings. You knew he’d been with plenty of girls and dated around sometimes, but he would drop any of them if you called him and asked to see him. Surely that means something coming from a guy like Billy?

At the counter, Billy repeats your orders to the kid behind the counter and then waits. He’s staring at the glass, at the tubs of ice creams, all various colours but they all just swirl into one big mess. Why had he said that to you? It won’t end well for you. That was the exact same kinda shit he’d say to a girl he was on a date with. He wasn’t on a date with you. You were just two best friends getting ice cream together after a long drive, in the same place most couples went to. But this definitely wasn’t a date. If it was, he would definitely have kissed you by now. Hell, you wouldn’t have even made it into the ice cream parlour.

“Um, sir?” Billy blinks and notices the ice cream guy staring at him, holding out two cups. He mutters his thanks and takes them, turning back around to see you—see you talking to another guy. Something deflates a little inside of him.

“Aw come on, sweetheart,” Mitch Bradshaw was saying to you, leaning over the booth so he towered over you. “I know you said no once but you don’t mean it, do you?”

“Yes, Jason,” you affirm. “I meant it. I’m not interested in you.”

“That’s not what you said the first time,” he smirks and it’s different from the way Billy smirks. This makes you uneasy. “Didn’t you enjoy our last date?”

“No,” you say bluntly. “I didn’t. You spent the whole time trying to feel me up and then got pissy when I said no. So, no, I didn’t enjoy it. I didn’t like your vibe man, deal with it.”

He looks wounded then, something like anger crossing his face. “Maybe you should try it again,” he says and leans forward, his face inches from yours, his arm around your shoulders the way Billy’s had been in the car. But this isn’t Billy and it feels all wrong. “I can be quite persuasive, you know.”

Before you can react, Mitch’s body is pulled away from yours and Billy’s face appears. You breathe in relief. “Hey man,” Billy says. “You hitting on, Y/N, here? Even when she said no to you?”

“Twice,” you add.

Billy grins. “Twice,” he repeats. Mitch is a couple inches smaller than Billy but he might as well have been two feet tall. He practically shrinks under Billy’s gaze, but his male bravado gets the better of him and he tries to square up, pulling himself out of Billy’s grip. “I’m thinking,” Billy continues. “That you need to scram before I show you what happens when you insult my girl here.”

My girl. God, it should be illegal for Billy to call you that when you’re just platonic. Completely platonic. Definitely platonic.

Mitch’s eyes glance between the pair of you. He scoffs. “Whatever man, she’s all yours.”

Billy’s jaw twitches but he lets it go, watching as Mitch glances at you once more and then turns to leave, his friends waiting for him like a bunch of idiots. They walk out the door of the parlour and you relax a little. Billy sits back down, the ice cream cups in one hand. How he managed to pull Mitch away and look intimidating while holding ice cream was beyond you. A Billy miracle.

“You alright, doll?” he asks you, sliding your cup over.

You shrug. “He’s an ass,” is all you say, picking up your spoon and mixing your ice cream until you have a cherry-strawberry mash-up.

Billy wrinkles his nose at you. “I can’t believe you find that delicious.”

You snort. “I can’t believe I found Mitch delicious, once, but alas here we are.”

He throws a napkin at you and you dodge, falling into a fit of laughter. He takes a second to make sure your laughter is genuine, that you’re really okay, and then he’s laughing too, even though he’s still tense. Mitch had riled him up big time. How dare he try it on with you when you’d already turned him down? Billy was many things: an ass, a jerk—he’d heard it all. But he didn’t force himself on a girl when it wasn’t wanted. Lucky for him he was just very good at telling when a girl wanted him.

Except with you.

You spend the next half an hour chatting about everything, avoiding all the subjects that were off limits unless Billy said—his dad, Max, his mom. Once both of you have finished your ice creams and Billy checks you don’t want another round (which is honestly so tempting), the pair of you leave. It’s a tad colder by the time you walk out the parlour, the night fully settled in. You shiver involuntarily and wish you had packed a jacket. Billy notices and without a word slips his denim jacket off and around your shoulders. You snuggle in, the familiar scent of Billy’s cologne enveloping you.

You don’t notice Mitch and his friends leaning against the wall as you hook your arm into Billy’s and head for his Camaro. Not until you hear him muttering, “Damn, Y/N really gets around huh?”

Billy freezes and you tense in anticipation. “Just ignore it,” you tell him, trying to get him to move again. But he wouldn’t budge.

You hear Mitch laughing. “What a slut.”

“What did you call her?” Billy asked. He let go of your arm and turned to face Mitch and his friends. They were grinning and smirking at each other.

Mitch cocks his head. “I said what a—”

Billy surges forward and pins him against the wall before he can even get the last word out. Your hands fly to your mouth. “Billy!”

Mitch pales. His eyes are wide, terrified of Billy, who simply pushes him further back into the wall. “I said,” Billy grinds out, pure rage by now. “What. Did. You. Call. Her?” Mitch shakes his head, stammering. “N-nothing, Billy, ‘m sorry!” His friends do nothing, backing away slowly.

Billy chuckles but there’s no warmth to it. This kind of laugh was reserved for these situations. Where he was trying to hold back his anger as much as possible. “Don’t apologise to me, Bradshaw.” He indicates behind him to where you stand in Billy’s jacket, chewing your lip. “Apologise to her.”

Mitch eyes you and swallows as much as he can with Billy pinning him so hard. You’re certain he’ll leave some form of bruise on Mitch. Good, you think. Let him learn what it feels like to be intimidated and marked by a man you don’t want. You lift your head, waiting. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” Mitch says, his ego all but vanished. “Didn’t mean it.”

You cross your arms and cock your head the way Mitch had done seconds ago. “That’s alright, Mitch. You say I’m a slut yet you can’t even get any action from me. Surely that says more about you than it does about me?”

Billy licks his lips and grins, proud. Mitch, however, blushes and scrambles for words as Billy drops him. He decides against saying anything and just stalks off, his friends chasing after him. Billy turns his attention on you and cackles. “I have to say, doll, I love that wicked mouth of yours sometimes.”

Another innuendo. God, what was Billy doing to you? You look at him, and he looks at you, and you decide to throw caution to the wind. You weren’t afraid of your feelings. Not after everyone thought what they wanted to think anyway. And damn did you love Billy.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Your girl, huh?” You ask daringly, stepping closer to him until you’re nose to, well, chest. You look up at him and something dances in his eyes that you rather like the look of.

“Mm, keep teasing me, doll, and see where it gets you,” he replies darkly.

Fuck it. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean up, your lips inches from his neck as you whisper, “Maybe I want to find out.”

Billy all but groans and lifts you up, not wasting a second longer before the pair of you climb into the back of his Camaro. “Fuck, I love you, doll,” is the last thing Billy says before you’re all his, officially.

masterlist // requests

[dangerousnbeautiful]

NSFW Alphabet - Billy Hargrove

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

In the beginning of your relationship with him he wouldn't be very good with after care. The most he would do would toss a rag at you for you to clean yourself up. However, as your relationship grew he started to show his more caring side and would actually take care of you. He'd even carry you to the tub if you felt like you wanted a bath.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his body is his smile although he also has a fascination with his lips in general. He loves teasing you by traving his tongue against his bottom lip and then smirking at you. He has a fondness for your eyes because, as he would say, they're the first eyes he's soon look at him with genuine love since his mom died.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He loves smoking while you go down on him. The high of your mouth on him mixed with the high of the nicotine from the cigarette puts him on cloud nine. You guys would move from oral to cowgirl and you'd chain smoke with him while he's pounding into you and he'd cum deeply into you while he puts the cigarette out in the ash tray on the nightstand.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He fantasizes about blindfolded you and handcuffs your hands to the headboard and then letting Steve fuck you while he watches.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's extremely experienced and he knows exactly what he's doing. He's proud of how good he is too.

F = Favourite Position (Self explanatory)

His favorite position is the Legs On Shoulders position. He also has a fondness for Happy Scissors if he's feeling particularly feral.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's very serious in the moment because he doesn't think that sex is supposed to be funny. It's as simple as that in his opinion.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He has a happy trail but he's actually pretty cleaned up down there. He's been landscaping for a while because he got tired of hearing girls complain about hairs getting in their mouths.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He would not be a fan of showing his intimate side at first because he'd be afraid of showing you how soft he could be. However, as time went on, he'd start to show you his more intimate side. He'd keep his eyes on you during the session watching as your face contorts in pleasure knowing that he's the only one who can make you feel that way.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He keeps a picture of you in the rear view mirror of his Chevrolet Camaro Z-28 that he jerks off too whenever he has pent up energy and he can't have you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He has a lot of different kinks including Dacryphilia, and Odaxelagnia. He likes being called Daddy.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He loves fucking you into the wall of the showers at the pool after it closes everyday he works. You can't keep your hands off of him when he's in his life guard outfit and he knows it. He also loves fucking you in his car whether it's when you skip gym class or if you've just decided to pull over on the road for a quick session.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He gets really turned on when you guys have arguments. The way you get him riled up by showing him that you're not afraid to disagree with him or even pick a fight with him. He knows you'd never hurt him so when you're angry and you're going off like, "Knock it off Billy or I swear to God I'll..." he'd cut you off with a smug attitude by saying, "Or you'll what?" And then you'd start making out.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't have a lot of turn offs other than cropophagia and urophagia. While he enjoys some kinks that may be considered extreme he definitely wouldn't hurt you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He'll eat you if you beg for him to do it, he'll never admit it but he loves it, and he's really good at it. However, he prefers for you to be on his knees for him taking you completely down your throat. He loves making you gag on his cock especially if he's able make you tear up during the session.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He's always rough but he also loves taking his time with you. He loves slowly fucking you into the night knowing that he's making you oblivious with each thrust like an etza-sketch. He finds it so hot how blank minded you get when he fucks you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He loves a good Quickie. You'd skip gym class together just to have a quick session in his car. You'd also have quick sessions in the shower rooms of the pool. He loves the rush he gets due to the thought of you guys getting caught.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves experimenting with you. Whether it's new locations or positions or even kinks he's always wanting to try something with you. As long as it won't put you into extreme danger he's gear for anything.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can last for two to four rounds each night. Each round can last for an hour to two hours. He really likes taking his time during his sessions with you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He definitely owns handcuffs. He loves cuffing your hands together while you're in the car while he has your legs wrapped around him and he'll just buck his hips up into you for the whole session. He also likes cuffing you to the headboard when you're in the bed and teasing you about the fact that you can't touch him.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

He's the king of teasing. Every chance he gets he'll tease you about how needy you get for him and how easy it is for him to make you melt. He loves how easily flustered you get when he teases you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's not that vocal during your sessions but when he is he's loud. He spurs curses mixed with groans and such when you guys have a particularly extreme night together. You have to remind him that his parents and Max are sleeping in their rooms and he just rolls his eyes at the comment.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He really loves marking you. Whether it's with hickies, soft bruises, etc. He's in love with the way you show then off confidently as if you're telling him that he's happy that he owns you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's four inches soft and eight to eight-and-a-half inches hard with small veins along his shaft.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He's horny all the time. He has an amazing amount of stamina. Even if you've just had session he's ready to go again about ten to fifteen minutes.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

He has a hard time falling asleep afterwards because he's still on edge. He's comforted by the fact that he tends to fuck you to sleep though because it allows for him to watch you sleep peacefully in his bed which allows him to feel comfortable enough to fall asleep.

Taglist: @paranoidmunson @the-valkyrie-writes @goldenbrownanddistasteful @gag-me-munson @choke-me-eddie @joeschains @cavinginhisfvce

[maackiimoo]

Headcannon that Billy got the nickname:

Billy "The Hurricane" Hargrove

No one really calls him that it's just an unspoken thing that everyone knows.

Can we take a moment and appreciate Billy's smile here? 😌👌❤️

[katsukis1wife]

Everyone please report the account @insomniac_lol on instagram it’s my acc that someone hacked please report it there are some very personal information on there that i don’t want getting out

[munkustance]

Spare Tantometer hcs?

Also, who are your favorite actors for Munkustrap, Tantomile and Demeter?

If you could extend any sequence in the show what would it be?

if you could bring back one retired swing character into regular productions who would it be?

and finally Macavity or Munkustrap

First of all thank you for the quick ask! Now lets feast!

One Tantometer headcannon that I love is that Tantomile didn't realise how much she loved Demeter until the Macavity fight during the ball. Seeing Demeter in that horrendus amont of danger exploted a whole lot of emotions inside Tantomile. She had never felt so scared and worried for another cat before. Although it wasn't until afterwards that she realised the reason she got so wind up was because she couldn't dare see someone she loved be in danger, and she loved Demeter. (Bonus points to the broadway revival for putting Tantomile protecting Demeter into the scene.)

For who's my favourite actor I'd have to say Micheal Gruber and Aeva may for Munkustrap and Demeter, (although I also love Anneka Dacres and would kill to see her do Demeter live and Frances Dee who I did see live and loved how she played Demeter, especially during the Macavity song). I just love how does two plays those roles and it's hard to picture anyone else play them (especially Micheal Gruber). But for Tantomile I just have to give tons of love to Milan Cacacie. I fell in love with Tantomile when I saw the international tour in 2022 because of her. Like we were barely a meter away from touching paws during the naming of cats and she was so so so beautiful.

10000% The Jellicle Ball, I don't care that it's already like 10 minutes long I NEED MORE, like just add five more minutes and then I MIGHT be pleased.

I'm actually not that know knowledgable when it comes to all the swings but I do know there is one whos name is Olivia. And only due to that fact I want her in every production. Why? Well subtle munkustance lore, that my real name CX

OBVIOUSLY MY MAN MUNKUSTRAP

[incorrectjackboxquotes]

Headcannon: All robots, including the ones who work and stay at Jackbox HQ, know the song "Daisy Bell" by Harry Dacre by heart since it's an important song to robot culture.

I like to headcannon on top of this that whenever there's a massive power outage that lasts for several days; all the robots low on juice gather together and sing Daisy Bell as a chorus (no matter how impractical it is for them to properly sing it) until their battery runs dry one by one.

^ Of course! It's a robotic tradition!

[mrsblackruby]

I knew dacre loved horror when he was recommending the netflix movie Platform. Yep I knew he had good movie taste right then and there. Dacre Montgomery I’m once again asking you to write a book with all of your Billy Hargrove headcannons. 🥸

[buckysgrace]

Masterlist

I write about Billy and Gator thus far! Send me requests! Also open to writing about various Dacre Montgomery and Joe Keery characters :)

Also, my AO3 is linked as well, I always post there first so check it out! Thank youuuuu. :)

Billy Hargrove :

Billy as a bf <3 Dad!Billy

Headcannons NSFW headcannons

One-shots:

The Sinner Midnight Hours Movie Night Break Up Slut Just Friends Father and Son Lullaby Kiss it Better Drive

Billy X Reader X Steve

Friendly Competition Game, Set, Match In Your Court

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Harringrove:

Work It Out

Billy x Kimberly Mayfield (Kimgrove)

Cruel Summer Masterlist

Dancing in the Dark Masterlist

Collabs:

Just the Two (ok maybe 4) of us - With my lovely @sadhours

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Steve Harrington:

One Shots:

The Candle That Burns Deep PT2 PT3

Red Roses and Chocolate Kisses

Fics:

TBD

Gator Tillman:

Headcannons Big Brother!Gator

One Shots:

The Lonely Pt2 Think About Me Pt2 Better Man Freckles Toys The Cure Ticket Masks

Fics:

Every Little Thing

Oatmeal Raisin Cookies

[dilf-whore]

my kind of girl (part 1)

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pairing: billy hargrove x f!reader

genre: friends to lovers! , a little fluff (?), i’m not sure really, some mentions of bullying

summary: you grow closer and closer with the redhead you tutor... and maybe with her stepbrother too

A/N: i’m back! i’m sorry i was gone for so long so many shit has happen and i lost motivation to do stuff. i hope you guys like this series, i’ll be posting the next part soon. please do let me know if you want to be tagged to the next parts! 𓆩♡𓆪. send in you requests as well! also this is not proofread.

requested: no

requests are OPEN

masterlist

・°☆

“Hi! Y/N Y/L/N? is that right?” a redhead girl approached you, hugging her skateboard. You assume she’s a middle-schooler, seeing her wary eyes as she enter the high school campus. You nod.

She sighs in relief, her body relaxing a little. “I heard that you do tutoring? Are you still available to tutor another student?” she asks. 

“Actually, I’m not teaching anyone as of the moment so I have all the time after school to tutor” You say. 

“Oh that’s great! I’m Maxine Mayfield by the way, but please call me Max. Will you be free today after school? So you can coordinate with my parents? and hopefully start today” Max rambles, fidgeting the hem of her jacket.

“Sure!” you smile.

She pulls a crumpled piece of paper and a pen in the pocket of her bag. She lifts her knee and put his skateboard on top, writing her details.

Handing out the crumpled paper to you, “4819 Cherry Lane, I’ll see you at 6. You can eat dinner there”.

"Alright see you!” you say as your wave each other goodbye.

・°☆

You turn your car at the house with the number 4819, and see a blue camaro in front looks familiar you thought. You park beside the shiny car and made your way to the front door. 

Dusting off your pants and making small fixes on your shirt. But before you could even knock on the door, a tall blonde man barged outside the door, startling you. You watched him approach his car in disbelief, didn’t even bother to apologize or even look at you. 

As he opened the driver’s seat, you took a good look at him. It’s Billy Hargrove 

“Hi! You must be Y/N? I’m Neil and sorry about my son. You know, just a little misunderstanding” A man, wearing glasses interrupted your thoughts.

“Oh y-yes that’s right” you reply.

“Please come in” 

He leads you to the dining table, and there you see a woman, who looks like Max. And of course, Max who’s smiling excitedly at you. “Hi!” she waves at you.  

You sat down beside Max, handing out to you the roasted chicken.

“So how much do you charge and what do you teach?” The woman asked.

“I charge $3 per hour, and I usually teach middle-schoolers and sometimes those in pre-school and elementary. I teach all subjects most of the time” you say. 

“Wow that’s really impressive. We’re also good with your price, can you start today?” Neil asked. 

“Yup!” you reply.

・°☆

Max brings you to her room and grabbed a spare chair for you.

“So you and Billy are siblings?” you wondered. 

“Uhm no, he’s my stepbrother and an asshole” she replied, emphasizing the word stepbrother.

You nod as you take a seat beside her.

“Before we start, is it okay if they pay you like every end of the week? my mom and stepdad are usually gone, so yeah” Max asks as she look through notebook.

“Sure no problem” you reply.

・°☆

An hour and a half has passed, and you see 8:03 on the clock. You look at Max who just finished the activity you gave her on Physics. She gives you her paper, a little scared.

Giving a small pat on her shoulder you reassure, “don’t be nervous Max, you can do it. Besides I’m here to teach and guide you every step of the way” 

After checking her work, you gave her a wide smile and a thumbs up.

“Good job! you only made three mistakes but that’s a huge improvement. I’m so proud of you” you cheer.

Max sits up straight, energy filling her body. She claps her hands excitedly like a little kid, “Oh my god! I did it! Thank you Y/N, you’re so smart”

“I told you you can do it! and there you have it the end of our first session! So, I’ll see you tomorrow? same time?” you ask.

“Yup, see you!” she reply.

You stand up and help Max tidy up her table. Piling up pieces of paper, picking up books and putting them inside the girl’s bag. You hear a loud roar of a car outside which startled the both of you.

“He’s back” Max says, rolling her eyes.

・°☆

You both go outside the room, and hear soft giggles. You and Max go further and see Billy with Carol, arm around her waist, entering the household. 

You made eye contact with Carol who’s looking you up and down with disgust. i want to gauge this bitch’s eye out you thought. God how much you loathe Carol, boosting her self-esteem by making fun of other people, judging them as if she’s perfect. You were never really made fun or judged by her, (not until now) but you are aware of how poorly she treats other students in school.

“Who are you?” Billy asks annoyed.

“She’s Y/N, my tutor. And if you don’t mind, get out of the fucking way” Max replies, motioning the pair to move aside.

She grabs you by the shoulder and quickly bring you to your car. And you swear you felt eyes staring at you from behind as you go out.

Billy watches as the girls left the house, checking you out of course.

she’s pretty

“I’m so sorry about him, I assure you he won’t be around during our tutoring sessions” 

“It’s okay Max, no need to apologize” you reassure.

You step in your car and bid your goodbyes.

Well that was something

・°☆

[oops-aquarius]

NSFW Alphabet: Dacre Montgomery

warnings: pure smut, duh.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

dacre always makes sure you are as comfortable as possible. if he was rough on you, he would rub the red marks on your ass and whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he spooned you. making sure you always fall asleep first.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part of himself is his abs. since he used to get bullied for his stomach. it makes him feel more worthy of being loved. it always irked him, the difference between the way people viewed and treated him when he lost the weight. so he likes being treated well by strangers. 

his favorite body part of his partner’s is their boobs. he cant get enough of how they bounce when you ride him. your cleavage never fails to turn him on. he loves to just rest his hands on them when you two are cuddling in bed. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

he lovessssss cumming inside of you, but only if your on birth control. if you aren’t he loves to cum in your mouth and watch the excess dribble down the corners of your mouth as you swallow his seed.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

dacre once jacked off to your sleeping body, in bed, right next to you. it was the morning after and your beautiful, naked body wasn’t helping his morning wood. but you looked so peaceful, deep in sleep, he didn’t want to wake you. so he just jacked off next to you. you never knew it happened and woke up to him fast asleep, head nuzzled into your shoulder.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

dacre is so fucking attractive and so obviously almost every girl he’s ever met has thrown themselves at him, and before you, he let them. so definitely has a bunch of tricks up his sleeves on how to pleasure you just right

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

DOGGY MOTHERFUCKING STYLE. he just adores fucking oyu from behind and watching your ass jiggle with every thrust. and it gives him easy access to slap your ass when you are bratty :0

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

9 times out of 10 it is serious. most days sex is some sort of stress relief or somehow rooted in jealously. but sometimes, if it’s in a silly spot or dacre is in his mullet, he cant help but make stupid jokes and giggle under his breath.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

i feel like dacre is pretty clean shaven. he doesn't really like any hair down there, he always jokes about how it makes him more agile. in reality, he just thinks it looks better. he also might have a little happy trail, just cuz.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

it’s always some form of intimate. holding hands while you ride him, placing his forehead on yours while he fucks you missionary, etc.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he only jacks off when he’s gone in australia visiting family or in atlanta filming or in new york for a press tour or any other time either of you happen to be travelling (without one another). he never jacks off to anyone but you. he has a hidden collection in his phone of photos and videos of you he masturbates to. he goes at the same speed your hand is fucking yourself in the video and he always tries to cum at the same time as you do in the video.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

orgasm control/denial. this also plays into his huge ass daddy kink. he likes to see you writhe on his cock as you beg him to let you cum. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

dacre’s favorite place to fuck is you is on the balcony, overlooking your pool and nice backyard of the house you bought with him. he likes the thrill of a neighbor possibly seeing you two in action.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

lingerie turns him on to the max. he loves you watch your breasts bounce in a pretty, lacy bra as he is fucking you with your pretty panties pushed to the side.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would NEVER do anything he wasn't 100% sure you were okay with. he always made sure you were as comfortable as possible in any given situation.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he loves both, but he is always down to be on the receiving end. he just loves to have your mouth around his hard cock. you do this thing with your tongue and every time, billy feels like he’s ascending into heaven. he swears every time that he blacks out for second because of pleasure. but he also needs to have his lips sucking on your clit. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

it’s usually rough and fast. loving the feeling of his cock pounding in and out of you, while you scream his name.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

meh. doesn't mind the occasional quickie, but he prefers proper sex in his own space.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

like i said, he doesn't love the public setting, but he’ll fuck you all around the house. he loves to experiment with new kinks or positions.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

he can last 2-10 rounds. it all depends on the situation.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

he owns it all: dildos, ropes, vibrators, cock-rings, etc. but he swears they’re all for his partner, but he definitely vibes his thick cock when he’s alone. he loves to stick a dildo in your ass while he fucks you. or he leaves you tied up with a vibrator pressed hard against you clit as he gets himself off at the sight.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

dacre is an unfair cunt. he loves to tease and edge you. he loves when you squirm from all the teasing he’s doing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he isn't super loud if he’s dom, only letting out grunts and the occasional whimper. when he’s in a sub space? he doesn't care who hears him, he moans and whimpers and grunts and screams and makes so many damn noises. either way he’s always praising/degrading you. “you feel so fucking good princess.” or “you gonna cum on daddy’s cock? good girl.” or “god, you’re such a needy cumslut.” 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

P E G G I N G  K I N K. he lovesssss to be dominated and call you his mistress and serve you. ofc he’s too much of a baby to admit it to you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

9 and a half inches...he big big

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

with you? it never stops. this man is horny for you 25/8.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he always waits for you to fall asleep. there have been a few slip-ups, on paticularly rough nights, where he falls asleep almost instantly. and you cant help but giggle because of how adorable your baby is. 

[thatsoanjie]

No fair,

You really know how to make me cry when you give me those ocean eyes.

I’m scared.

I’ve never fallen from quite this high, fallen into your ocean eyes.

[royalskarsgard]

sorry if requests aren't open, just delete this! Could you do headcanons on Billy Hargrove and cuddling? Thanks LYG was so good :)

Thanks babe! Means a lot 💚

Billy is a total sucker for cuddling (whether he likes to admit it or not)

He loves the way being held by you makes him feel safe. He also loves making you feel safe in his arms

When he’s with you at his house he’s facing you holding your hand so when Neil starts yelling he can kiss you before going to deal with him

When he’s at your house he’s got his arms wrapped around you completely packing on the PDA

He’s got his lips somewhere on your skin at all time. Whether it’s your lips, neck, shoulder, head, hand or cheek.

He always holds your hand when you’re cuddling too, maybe it’s an extra security blanket for him, you didn’t know.

When you’ve had a bad day you’re face is buried into his bicep or shoulder.

His fingers tangled into your hair while he whispers into your ear that things are gonna be okay.

When he’s had a bad day you’ll find him in your bed when you get back from whatever extra circular you have that day.

He looks so soft like that and you know he needs some extra loving.

On those kinds of day he’s the little spoon.

Your arms are wrapped around his wait your cheek against his back listening to his heart beat.

You leave kisses on his back letting him know you’re there and fully present for when he’s ready to talk about it. Also giving his hands the occasional reassuring squeeze.

Billy loves being the little spoon

You stay like that until he finally turns around when your small gestures have taken effect

After sex that boy becomes the big spoon

He holds you so tightly afterwards

Being the big spoon gives him easy access to your boobs and you in case you’re ready to go for a second third round

[dreamingfordraco]

i was the one that was there for you. smut beware

please, for the sake of myself, read the damn warnings.

part four HERE // series masterlist HERE

- warnings; smut (oral) not anything too crazy (sorry dirty dogs), violence, bruises, mentions of sensitive stuff, language.

- psa; ME THE AUTHOR in NO WAY condone the way billy is. this is simply a piece of FAN FICTION, and i am not romanticizing violence in anyway, if you feel this way, please let me know, my writing is FOR YOU, and the last thing i want is for you to feel uncomfortable!

- please let me know right here in my ask box if i should continue this! y’all really like the smut, dirty dogs lmfao, but please leave me writing requests too!! i’m not just a stranger things page, i just have no other inspiration, since i’m in love with steve, and stranger things. 

- status of this series; held for now, school is starting up 🥺

- word count; 986 ; not my best work , i’m sorry !!

- summary; falling for steve harrington wasn’t your plan, but the pros and cons just keep on coming.

It had been a reasonable amount of time after Billy had “moved in with you.” You say that because Billy hadn’t really moved in. He just knew he had a safe spot when his dad was being, you guessed it, an asshole. 

This was the 3rd time this week Billy had showed up at your house, with devastatingly bad bruises. You could tell he was hurting, so you patched him up yourself like the first time. He kicked off his shoes after and slept in your bed. You decided to go to Steve’s, to blow off some steam. Not like that, you were hurting, but talking to Billy about it was difficult, as you knew he was going through much harder things.

You left Billy a note, it said “I’m going to Steve’s, don’t worry. If you wake up in the middle of the night, just come over to Steve’s, his parents are away. I’ll be back in the morning, sleep well. x Liv”

You drove over to Steve’s and noticed he didn’t answer. You knew his parents weren’t home, but was he not home either? You went over to the Byers’ and there was Steves’ car. Thank god you weren’t an idiot and knew that’s where you should go. You walked in, and saw Steve, Caleb, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, a bald girl, and Billys’ sister. What was going on? And why didn’t Steve tell you?

“Olivia?! What the hell are you doing here?” He was walking over to you and started to quiet down when he got closer to you.

“I’m sorry, Steve, I was worried about you?” You were aggravated, you were just checking up on him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, yo..you.. just can’t be here.” Steve whispered to you.

“Like hell I can’t Harrington!,” you yelled, getting the children's attention, “care to tell me what the hell is going on, and why you haven’t told me?” 

“It’s a lot to tell you, and I don’t have the time for this right now.” Steve said.

“Cut the bullshit, Dustin, tell me what’s going on.” You went over to Dustin, towering over him.

“Okay.. come in here.” Dustin said shakily. 

Dustin explained everything to you, and you understood, something exactly like this happened in Southern California.

“Demo, dogs, you know demodogs.” Dustin tried to explain.

“Yeah, yeah, Henderson I get it. The same thing was in Cali.” You said. Everyone was shocked and you then continued to say, “What? Is something wrong?”

“There were, demodogs. In. Cali?!” Dustin was so excited to hear this news. 

“Yeah- it was actually cool! They weren’t trying to kill us or any-” You were cut off by the revving of Billy’s Blue Camaro. “Stay. right. here.” You whispered to all the kids, and you were pointing at Steve, “Move, and your ass is grass Harrington.”

You walked outside to see Billy. It looked like he got into your dads alcohol. He was hammered. “Yo, Hargrove, whatcha doin here?” He ignored you, and you followed him. You grabbed his wrist, “You need to get out of here Hargrove.” 

“I do whatever the hell I want, Liv. I’m here to get Max, and only her. So if you wouldn’t mind, let me go, I don’t need you anyways.” He ripped out of your hold on him and bursted through the door. You were shocked. After everything you’ve done for him, this is the thanks you get? No, that wasn’t the thanks you were going to get. You are Olivia Perkins for gods sake. 

Billy busted inside, and you managed to get past him and shut the door. You started mumbling and then the words became clear to everyone in the whole house. “Let me refresh your memory a bit Hargrove,” you had your finger digging into his chest, “If you don’t need me, then why the hell are you at my window every night begging for somewhere to stay?! I’m the one who listens to your problems, I’m the one who actually gives a damn about you! I’m the one who stuck around even when everyone tells me you’re bad news. I’m the one who stands up for you. I’m the one who loves you like a brother even when you don’t want me to, or even when you give me every reason to not love you! And for gods sake Hargrove, I’m the one who is there for you when no one else was! So by all means, if you don’t need me, then get the hell out of this house, and never come back! I chose to care for you when you didn’t ask, so if you’d rather stay at home and get beat to death by your father for the mouth that continually talks shit all the time, do it. I’ll care, but you’re the one who pushed me away, I was only there for you, doing my best. If that’s not enough then you don’t deserve my endless care.” 

Billy looked you up and down, and said, “I’m sorry, alright,” He started crying and sat down, “Neil found me, and threatened to hurt Max if I didn’t find her before this morning, so I started drinking. I’m sorry, I was only trying to protect Max. She’s a little shit but we’re family, and I can’t let her get hurt like he hurts me Liv, it’s just too much for her to handle.” Max walked over to Billy and hugged each other, for what looks like the first time, ever. 

You walked over to Steve after the big blowup. He asked you, “Do you have feelings for Hargrove Liv?”

You were shocked by this, “No! Steve no. No, no, no, no, no,” you said as you were squeezing his hands, “No. I love you Steve Harrington, and no one can ever change that.”

“I love you too, Liv.” Steve said blushing.

The blowup calmed down and you decided you wanted to go to Steve’s house tonight. You walked into Steve’s room, stripped and got under the covers in a matter of time that Steve wasn’t even upstairs yet.

Steve had just gotten out of the shower, you could see the glistening water on his abs. You bit your bottom lip and noticed Steve was staring. “Like what you see babygirl?” That name. Oh shit, that name got you so aroused you decided to get up, and kiss Steve.

“Lay down.” You insisted as you were taking off his boxers. His erection sprung free. You circled the tip of his dick knowing that was his sweet spot down there. He moaned in acceptance as you came up and kissed him, kissed down and leaving hickeys on his abs that were cherishing on your way down.

You finally got down to his dick, and you took the head in your mouth, and Steve grabbed your hair, putting you farther down on his dick. You made direct eye contact with him as you were taking in all of his cock, bobbing up and down. You dragged your teeth on his dick and sent shivers throughout him, you then moaned into his dick, that sent him over the edge and then he came into your mouth. 

You cleaned up every dribble of cum and then sweetly kissed him. You pulled back up his boxers and said, “You know you’re pretty cute, I think I’m in love with you.” Those words made Steve fall harder for you. He pushed you into the crook of his neck and you fell asleep with your fingers intertwined with his. “Goodnight, cutie,” Steve said as he kissed your forehead. Life was good.

tags - @sinfulserpents let me know if you want added :))

[crewhonk]

organ keys

Summary: OK GIRL I GOT SOMETHING RAUNCHY THAT HAPPENED TO ME. it was after homecoming senior year, we snuck into a church at 1 am and made out on while fucking around and playing the organ

AN: also dedicated to one of my girls @daykurrthotgomery who got accepted into MSPCH the other day!!!!

Words: 1,400

Warnings: slight church smut? fear of the future? idk. 

After you slipped your feet out of your high heels and threw them in the back of Billy’s car you were finally able to close your eyes and relax your shoulders. The worn leather hugged your body, and while the gaudy fabric of your prom dress almost swallowed you whole, you had never felt so comfortable. You felt the car shake as Billy climbed into the driver's side and you heard him chuckle at your taffeta and chiffon swallowed body, which you smacked his shoulder in response and smiled widely.

“You look like one of those bath sponges.” His laugh was loose with beer and you smiled over at him.

“Just take me home, Hot Shot. We’ll go get shakes after.” You sighed, your own voice soft with exhaustion. His hand rested on your dress in an attempt to hold your thigh, but it was lost almost immediately within the expanse of fabric.

The drive was slow and quiet, and your head lolled when the car turned into your driveway. You kissed Billy’s cheek softly, leaving a faint lip mark of pink and ran into your house, dress billowing behind you. When you shot a look behind you to see your man, he was leaning against the side of his car, smoking a cigarette and watching you go with a tiny smile. You ran through the house, unzipping your dress as you went and traded it for some blue jeans and an oversized olive sweater.

You returned just as Billy was stomping out his smoke, and he whistled low at your appearance. “That’s a look, Princess.” He laughed as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and kissed your teased hair lovingly.

“Oh, shush. I took off my makeup and I couldn’t do anything with my hair.” You defended yourself, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. You heard his throat vibrate as he hummed in response and you kissed his Adam's apple before taking his hand and pulling him to walk with you.

“I thought we were gonna get milkshakes?” He asked, jogging a little to catch up with you. You only swung your hands in response and walked slowly down the dimly lit street of Hawkins. You stopped when you entered the church parking lot, pulling him towards the front door before he stopped you.

“You’re going to break into a church rather than get milkshakes?” He stopped you, pulling you away from the door and looking down at you. You knew that religion was one of the most important things to him, and the Virgin Mary pendant glinted against the streetlights as he tried to control his breathing. You knew he was getting mad at the idea of breaking into a church, so the mischevious smile that painted your lips fell from your face. Your hands went up to cup his cheeks, and you kissed him lightly in an attempt to calm him down.

“You can’t break into something if the doors are always open.” You hummed against his mouth. He made a noise of contempt, and you kissed him once more before pulling him towards the church—your grip loose enough that he could pull away if he wanted to. The warmth of his calloused hand never left yours, however, and when you opened the doors the warmth of it embraced the both of you. The streetlights filtered through the stain glass windows and the red, green and yellow lights traced patterns over the pews and over the body of Christ hanging above the organ at the head of the church. You let go of his hand and slowly walked down the aisle towards the instrument, not feeling his gaze on your back.

He looked at you as if you were walking on the cosmos itself. As if the stars embedded themselves in your eyes, and the sun was found in your heart— he was the Earth, and your heart was his sun and you and he knew he would be the happiest revolving around you. You sat on the piano bench, your back to him and pressed your finger against one of the middle keys. The vibration of the organ playing one continuous note propelled his feet towards you and once he took a seat beside you, he pressed his own finger down on the key beside yours. You sniffed lightly and blinked your tears away before you thought he had the chance to see.

“Why’re you cryin’, Princess?” He took his finger off of the key and then took your hand in his own. Your chest shook with sobs you tried to keep in your chest, and you looked at the roof to allow gravity to suck the tears back into their ducts. You inhaled deeply through your nose and exhaled as you looked down at your intertwined fingers.

“I’m scared.” You whispered, chin wobbling. You laughed through a sob, and you shook your head, feeling frustrated at yourself.

“Of what?” He whispered. His free hand came down on the ivory keys and they danced among them, almost light enough to not elect a noise but hard enough that wind coursed through the steel pipes of the organ.

“Everything is over now. Everything is gone, and there’s no more routine given to us? How are we supposed to be adults when we don’t even know how to make a life for yourself.” You wiped your cold nose.

He pressed harder on the keys and the organ hummed in response. Billy took his hand from yours and he began to play a song you didn’t know the name of. It filled your heart with a sad warmth, and you pressed your forehead to his shoulder to let out a tiny cry. You gave one heaving sniff and moved your head so your temple was pressed against the bone of his shoulder.

“And I’m going to MCPHS and that’s so far away and I’m scared you’re gonna find someone else.” You whispered once he stopped playing the song. The resounding noise echoed through the cavernous church and he waited for the tune to fully die out to even begin thinking about his answer. He made you squeak when he pulled you into his lap and leaned you against the organ keys. There was a jarring sound that lasted for what seemed like forever as you studied each other’s face. There was some sort of breathless adoration between the two of you, and there was some sort of intimacy within this moment that made you want to take this memory and put it in a jewelry box for safekeeping.

“Y/N Y/L/N. First of all, you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” He laughed and brought the side of his finger to your chin to catch the tears that you hadn’t bothered to wipe away yet. He brought the finger to his mouth and sucked the salty tears, winking at you as you rolled your eyes.

“Second, I’m not going to school next year, so I’ll be workin’ downtown as a mechanic and whenever I can afford it and have the time to do it, you’ll find me in your dorm.” He leaned forward and kissed your chest below your throat. Your head fell back and you let a long breath out. He adjusted you so that you were straddling him on the piano bench and you felt his large member against your core.

“Third, this pussy is too fucking sweet to let go for too long.” He mumbled as he slowly unzipped your hoodie and chased the cold metal with his tongue. You moaned at his words and let your hands intertwine through his blonde hair.

“Fourth.” He sucked the skin on the rise of your breast and pulled your bra down around your waist. After he did this, he bit down on your nipple hard and you squealed in pleasure.

“I love you so much.” He soothed the bite on your nipple with his tongue and you pulled his hair roughly.

“Do you love me enough to fuck me in a church?” You gasped.

“I’d fuck you anywhere you wanted it, Baby Girl.”