#dacre montgomery x yn

[glimmerlofsea]

Hey it's me again. I was wondering if you could do a billy hargrove imagin. The reader and Billy "hate" each other and end up having to share a bed. The rest is up to you.

Thank youuuu 🖤

HIII!!! your request is very interesting!! And I will put the song 'Shameless' as the vibe of this fanfic, thank you for requesting it and I hope this meets your expectations and you like it! And I apologize for the delay. 💚😕

Billy Hargrove x Reader

MASTERLIST

SPARK OF HATE

Warning : Just a few harsh words maybe? fluffy, and there's some making out session... BUT NOT TOOO MUCH ;D

WC; 3,4k

#TALKISSA; As in the request above! :d and relatedly, since I'm a perfectionist and detailed writer (which kinda sad) so the story is too long, sorry if it's boring :(, I really hope it's not. Thank you for requesting!

Such a relationship is very complicated to explain. He hates you, you hate him more. Well, he hates you for no apparent reason, but the reason you hate him? Just look at that sly, arrogant, disgusting smile every day in the school hallway, it makes you want to vomit every time.

Jessica, your friend always assures you that the spark of hatred is just wishful thinking to hide your feelings of mutual liking. You couldn't hold back your laughter when you heard that, you, like Billy? Pft, you'd rather die.

"Oh, come on, Y/N! You think we didn't see the tension that was there when you look at each other?" Jess complained while you were putting your textbook into your bag.

You ignored her, "Someone should give him some advice."

Jess chuckled, "You think he'll care about that little advice of yours?"

You slammed your locker, and turned your position 90 degrees towards Jess, "Are you on his side or me?"

Jess groaned, "God, not this again. Every time I hear this it's like choosing a side in war you know?"

You grinned and brought your face closer to Jess', "This is war, Jess. Get used to it."

"You're just annoyed because he took your Physics Queen's throne, right?"

You started walking down the hall followed by Jess, "That's the most important thing. He can't just come in and take my throne!"

"Oh, please, you're not the only one who is good at Physics." Jess' cigar, you look at her, she immediately closes her mouth tightly, afraid you will scold her, but no, you nod in agreement.

"Yeah. You're right, but that doesn't mean I can let a Billy fucking Hargrove take my title!" You whined as you tied your hair in a ponytail.

"I heard you mentioning my name, Princess."

You groaned, knowing who the voice was, when you wanted to turn around you felt your scrunchie slipping from your hair, making your hair flow freely and fly in the wind. Billy Hargrove took it,

"Give it back." You warn.

"Or what?" He replied with a grin.

Oh, this is what was meant when Jess said there was 'tension' between you two.

You still stared at him intently, he chuckled, "God, just admit you're attracted to me, Y/L/N, there's nothing to be ashamed about."

You took your scrunchie and started to put your hair back in a ponytail, “Go back to sleep and you'll see it happen, Hargrove.”

When you turned around, Jess was gone, sneaky girl, she left you because you saw her following Trevor, her crush from middle school. You laugh in disbelief,

"That girl," you whispered, annoyed.

For the past few days, your car has been confiscated by your parents. You caused trouble in Hawkins by accidentally crashing your car into one of the trees that was being felled. It costs a lot of money and you are not left to drive.

"Lost your ride?" Teasing Billy from behind,

You gave him your middle finger without looking at him and walked away. Today you had to walk a few more deserted blocks because you lost your ride.

It was sad how your relationship with Billy ended like that, because you had to see him every week because Max—his little sister hired you as her Physics tutor. It makes you happy to be able to show off your abilities in that subject when teaching Max at her house, which means Billy can clearly see this, even though he himself is very good at Physics, but Max doesn't believe him? What else could upset him?

The day you are going to tutor Max arrives, you immediately leave, 'walking' to get to her house, you knock on the door, expecting Max to immediately open the door but she doesn't. That's her shitty brother.

He flashed his usual grin, making you wrinkle your nose and groan, "Max's here?"

"Why are you looking after her anyway?"

"I'm her tutor, remember?" You flip your hair, "Since I'm the smartest in Physics. She trusts me enough for that."

Sometimes Billy feels that Max only hired you as her fake tutor to make him feel useless as a brother, but he doesn't care, she's quite a bother for Billy, and he's a little grateful that Max hired you as her tutor, apart from being able to see you often but Billy calmed down because that little piece of shit wouldn't bother him.

Billy chuckled at your words, he turned his head back a little but still locked his gaze on you, looking at you from top to bottom who was wearing a small skirt that reached your thighs and the rest was covered by knee length socks.

"Max, your little friend is here!" he shouted.

Hearing no answer made Billy look back completely, annoyed that he had to take his eyes off you, he left you to check on Max.

Soon after that the door opened completely, "Max isn't here." He said, he sounded panicked but tried not to show it to you.

You frowned, "What?" Max never goes to the Arcade without taking you, she usually takes you if she wanted you to show her around Hawkins, but not this time.

"You can go." Billy said as if he was being pushed by something.

You sighed, you knew Max wasn't your little sister and just your friend, but at least you showed concern, right? Nah, you are really worried. In addition, Billy's expression was frowning all the way down, unlike usual when he showed all his firm facial muscles.

"Do you want me... To, um— To help you look after her?" Your words are stuttering.

"That little shit is probably in the Arcade, I don't care."

Billy was about to close the door but you held him back and shook your head, “she's not, you know that, Billy. Don't hide your fears, I insist, I know where we'll go to find her.”

Billy had time to think about it.

You raised your eyebrows to reassure him, he rolled his eyes and opened the door wide, "Okay."

You guys use his blue Camaro car, you roll into the Arcade first, then drive to Lucas' house, one of the kids Max's age who has been friends with her recently, Max talks about him a lot, so you think maybe she's at Sinclair's house. But the results were nil.

The longer you look, the air gets colder in Hawkins. Billy gives you his jacket, even though you were already wearing a furry sweater with colorful patterns, but he still forces you to wear his jacket, you don't have a problem with that. It's just... Why suddenly?

"Fuck that bitch, I have a date, dammit." Billy said cursing Max but in a voice that was barely above a whisper.

Date? For some reason your ears heat up and your whole face heats up.

You cleared your throat and adjusted your sitting position to be comfortable, "Date?" You asked in a small voice.

"Yeah, with Penny, that girl has a nice ass. I could take her virginity right now if I didn't have to look for that load." Billy explain in the midst of his laughter.

You looked up at him and wrinkled your nose in an ugly way, “Gross, Hargrove.”

Billy chuckled and glanced at you briefly, "What? Wish that was you?"

You looked at him, your mouth wanted to say yes, yes to asking you out, but if you say that, you would be a cheap girl like the girl Billy had slept with several times in Hawkins. You don't want to be one of them.

"I'd rather eat Mrs. Hills' dessert." You said which made Billy chuckle, "That's the worst."

You smiled, "I know right? Jess once told me, she accidentally filled Mrs. Hills' dessert, she almost threw it up right then and there if Mrs. Hills didn't look at her. AH! And have you ever seen Mr. Pill who wears pants incorrectly? His panties keep showing when he walks down the hall!"

Girl, you talk a lot.

"And are you—"

Then you realize you are like a talking machine that can never stop talking. What's more, you talk a lot in front of people you should ignore because they are your enemies.

"-Sorry." You said looking back towards the street,

Billy smiled, you could even feel it without looking at him, there was no answer from him but you felt a hand land on your thigh, giving you goosebumps all over your body, he stroked it slowly,

"It's okay, go on. I love hearing your voice, Princess." His words made you look at him again, he locked them, looking alternately at you and the road, "If I'm being honest, it calmed me, even if it was a little loud to the ears."

You chuckled, “Now, keep your eyes on the road.”

"Yes ma'am."

Long story short, you go to the Wheeler house, Billy uses his charm to seduce the housewife, and he doesn't let you get out of the car to see the action. It irritates you, he thinks you're jealous, but you try to argued it, and it only ends up being him who keeps teasing you, making you just stay silent on the way to the Byers house. He continues to stroke your thigh, if your voice makes him calm, then his caressing your thigh makes you calm.

Oh, what is this? What is this feeling? You will continue to avoid it even though your heart cannot lie. Jess seemed right, the feeling was starting to rise in you. But it's just nonsense if it's only felt by you.

As soon as you arrived at the Byers house you watched a small fight between Steve Harrington and Billy, in between their fight you noticed Max peeking out of the window, she gave a signal for you to close your mouth. But it was too late, you already saw Steve lying there on the ground, and Billy have gone to the front door, you help Steve to stand up,

"You're Y/N, right? Why are you with that jerk?" Steve asked as he stood up, helped by you.

You shrugged your shoulders, "I don't know."

You heard a loud stomping from inside, making you run to the source of the sound leaving Steve there, you heard lots of screams from the kids there, including Max.

You walked over to Max, "Are you okay?"

Max nodded quickly, "Lucas, Y/N!"

You saw Billy grabbing Lucas roughly by the collar and cornering him into the kitchen cupboard, Steve was about to step forward but you held him back, "No harm."

Steve chuckled, "Yeah, but did you see he hurt the kid?"

Steve was about to pick up his pace again but you got ahead of him, grabbing Billy's shoulder, "Max's here, let's go."

"Let him go." You said, moving forward to stand next to Lucas,

Billy glanced at you briefly before looking at Lucas again, "This is the last time I see you with her, Sinclair."

Billy let go of Lucas roughly, you made sure Lucas was okay, "Are you okay?"

Lucas nodded.

You thought it was over, no more violence, but it wasn't, it was over quickly, Billy beating Steve mercilessly, Max screaming his name over and over, as did you too, "Hargrove!"

He didn't stop hitting Steve, making the jolt of his hand push you back and make your forehead scrape against the edge of the cupboard.

Max tackled his brother and inserted a syringe which made Billy fall on the floor.

You held your forehead and groaned, then saw Billy who didn't have enough strength or energy to stand up.

Max walked over to you, "I can't explain in more detail, but I have to go with them. In Billy's car. Mind if you look after him, Y/N?"

You looked at Billy then looked at Max again, you shook your head, "Not at all."

"Thank you."

With that, Max and his friends went to who knows where they were going, you helped them carry the battered Steve to the car, you felt guilty for the guy.

You went back inside and brought Billy's heavy body to rest on the edge of the couch, you used Byers' house phone to call Jess. Tell her to pick you up at the Byers residence.

You landed yourself next to Billy, saw that his head was still swinging, you saw that his shirt was still half-buttoned, you decided to button the shirt all the way, and put his jacket back on him. You took a clean towel from the one you took to clean the blood from his nose.

You felt a hand holding your hand, making you stop what you were doing before, with dim eyes, Billy opened his eyes.

Feeling the awkwardness of the eye contact you smiled slightly, "Um, hi?"

You didn't imagine his next move would be him leaning forward to kiss you, right on the lips. Oh, how you hated him, you should have pushed him away and slapped him for harassing you, but no, you kissed him back.

'The Kiss' started to heat up when Billy started to pull you to sit on his lap, but you didn't want this, you didn't want to. You just... Don't want to. You pulled back your face, while he seemed to feel unsatisfied,

"What—"

Billy stopped you by moving to your jawline, tracing it, “Don't talk. Hell, don't even try.”

He started tracing your neck, oh, this time your whole body was really hot, "It's been a secret for a long time that I really want you."

"Need you more than I want to." It's almost like a whisper in your ear.

The door opened with a bang, making you change your position to sit back on the floor, Billy chuckled,

“Shut up,” you told him.

Jess stood silently in front of the door, you really hoped she didn't see it.

"Hi." You said.

Jess immediately rushed over to you, "What the hell?! I thought you were in danger!" Seeing her reaction it seemed like you were quick enough to get away from Billy's lap.

You smiled and stood up, "Who said that? I told you I just needed to be picked up, and thank you for coming. I love you."

Jess rolled her eyes and looked down, seeing Billy who was still half conscious, "and what did you do with him?"

You widened your eyes, "It's a long story. Just take us back, please?"

Jess looked at you again, repeating it not at your face but your forehead, she grabbed your wound making you groan, "Did you do this, asshole?!" Jess asked Billy.

Billy blurted out, "Huh?"

You put a hand on Jess's shoulder, "No, I'm fine, just a little scratched."

You showed your sparkling sparkling eyes, "Can we just go?"

Jess narrowed her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, but Trevor is in the car, problem with that?"

"No! Absolutely not."

You grabbed Billy's hand to put around your neck, he was so heavy you couldn't lie, making Jess stand beside him to help you support him.

"I love it, like a double date, right?" Billy asked you, still rambling.

"Shut up."

"What did he say?" Jess asked, you kept your head steady, "Nothing! You heard wrong, Jess."

Jess kept looking at you, suspicious of you, but she felt like you would never be able to hide anything from her, so she looked away again.

Trevor and Jess were in the front seat, you felt bad for ruining their date, meanwhile Billy continued to cling onto you, not wanting to pull his head from your shoulder.

"I don't want to go home." He whispered which only you could hear since the music was playing in Jess's car.

"I'll be completely beaten by him if I come home without Maxine."

You know this. Max once told you that her stepfather was abusive to Billy, and Billy took it out on Max when he was in a bad mood, either scolding her loudly, or holding her hand tightly.

"We can sleep over at Jess' house if you want." You said.

Billy started to pull his head from your shoulder and looked at you, “Can we?”

You grinned, "Jess, can we stay at your house?"

Jess looked at you, "What is this? An impromptu sleepover?" Jess smiled, "YES, yes. You up, Hargrove?"

Billy just smiled fakely at Jess, Jess chuckled, "I told you there was some tension between—"

You glared at Jess, “Zip it.”

Not long after that, when you arrived at Jess' house, she and Trevor went on their next dating session. What kind of 'sleepover' would it be if she just left you like that?

You were wearing Jess' pajamas, looking at Billy who was asleep on Mr. Dunphy a.k.a Jess' beloved father, you decided to sleep in your best friend's room. That's a shame, because you'd love to talk about something unexpected at the Byers house.

If he could tell the truth, it was the most restful sleep Billy had ever experienced without the sound of his father cursing, without the repeated incidents of his father beating him, just the peace he had been longing for. But it didn't last long when he heard a loud bang on the wall from the direction of the room.

He woke up and groaned, took the golf club that was at the end of the wall in Jess' house and walked towards the room that had the source of the sound, not an animal, not the wind, and of surely not a ghost, but you.

You continued to bang your head gently against the wall, trying to walk, while rambling, "...I told you, there's no tension or whatever you said."

It looks like you are trying to talk to someone through your unconscious.

Billy put his golf club down and blocked the contact of your forehead with the wall, “You okay?” he asked. But he noticed your eyes were closed tightly, he had heard of this, sleepwalking or whatever the term was.

"Let's get you back to sleep, yeah?" Billy said then grabbed your hand to lead you back to the bed.

You were still rambling, "...I don't like him! What?" You whined, making Billy really confused, was this normal?

"I like him... A little. I hate to admit it."

Your words began to attract his attention, he landed you very carefully on the mattress and the blanket you used before to lock you inside again,

When Billy wanted to leave you, you woke up and pulled his hand so he fell beside you, you comforted your position on his chest, "I can't sleep without you,"

Billy didn't say anything, or precisely can't say anything.

"Jess." You continued, Billy thought you must still be half conscious because you thought he was your best friend.

It wasn't the way Billy expected to share a bed with you, but when you started wrapping your arms around his body he felt a feeling he had never felt. Comfort, and someone to say that everything will be okay. His mother had done that, but her words did not reflect what she did to Billy because she left him and did not try to take him back from his psychopath father. And in your arms? Different.

Billy was lost in his thoughts for a moment, but he started to close his eyes again and again and went back to sleep with you, holding you in his arms so that you also felt safe and definitely not sleepwalking again so as not to hurt yourself. He noticed the small wound on your forehead due to his carelessness, and he would make sure his emotions wouldn't hurt you again.

"I'll get my title back from him." You rambled again, Billy, who hadn't completely closed his eyes, just chuckled, knowing that you were talking about him.

Jess and Trevor have just returned from their long 'trip' which apparently took the whole day, Jess comes back and called your name, but there is no answer, making her walk towards your room and get—

"WHAT THE FUCK!" She shouted hysterically, Trevor, who heard his new girlfriend's screams, immediately ran into the room, "What's wrong?!"

It turns out that what Jess saw was you sleeping comfy in the crook of Billy's neck and Billy pressing his chin into your hair.

Billy groaned at Jess' loud scream, but you didn't move an inch, still lost in your beautiful dream. Billy noticed Jess and Trevor were both slamming their jaw together, he squeaked, "We didn't do anything, now shut it, she's still asleep."

Jess leaned closer to the bed, "Why not?! I noticed something sparking between you and definitely more than 'hating' each other." Jess shouted but in a whisper.

You snored, making Jess hide under the bed and pulling Trevor to hide with her, but you didn't wake up, just adjusted your position so you were comfortable.

Billy tap down on the side of the bed and slowly signaled to Jess and Trevor that it was safe, Jess and Trevor started to come back out and stand up as before.

"What did you mean by what you said earlier?" Billy asked Jess.

"Ask her out, dumbass. Don't argue, you like her, she likes you. Now go on a date so we can actually double-date." Jess said.

Trevor tossed the blanket that hiding Billy and yourself inside, “Good luck, man.”

As soon as Jess and Trevor were out, Billy smiled to himself like an idiot, you like him? Something he really couldn't have expected.

Not to mention that you are still clinging to him and don't want to let him go in your sleep, making him feel like he is your safest place, and he will continue to make sure that you are safe in his watch. Mark my words, he will definitely take you on a date. But what will your reaction be when you find out that you cling into him all the time? And share a bed with him? He couldn't wait to see and witness it.

Author Note : I'm sorry if there are some typos because I didn't have time to check it a few times since I was already feeling bad about being behind on this story for a week. I'm sorry, hope you like it! @patrickbatemanswife1987 (´✪ω✪`)♡

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Imperfect Storm | Billy Hargrove

- Stranger Things

- x Reader

❪ FEM! ❫ ❪ adult aroace virgin attempts to write smut ❫ ❪ Altitude ❫

───── ❝ description + disclaimer ❞ ─────

𖥻 Billy Hargrove x AFAB+FEM!reader, in which there’s nowhere to escape. OR in which unexpected downpour and the start of a hurricane locks down Hawkins High trapping studious and rebellious together for hours.

𖥻 established relationships. bffs with steve bc im lazy. i could not for the life of me think up a reason from them to be fighting, sorry. a lot of plot and scattered corn with a p. light choking.  15,729 words

───── ❝ introduction❞ ─────

In the small town of Hawkins, Indiana, amidst the echoes of adventure and whatever we were told to believe was really going on in the mysteries of the lab, I navigated the familiar corridors of Hawkins High School with an air of quiet determination. Clad in the same hoodie I think i'd worn to school every other day this week I blended seamlessly into the background. The simple jumper embraces me, shielding me from both the chills of the hallways and enigmatic pull of the township.

Behind my glasses, my eyes observe the world around me with a mixture of curiosity and caution, silently analyzing the dynamics that play out around me. The crowds in the halls split into their cliques and leave me feeling left behind as the gather into their little groups and start chatting.

Billy, the embodiment of rebellion and unpredictable predictability, strides through the halls with a seemingly magnetic presence. His confidence and smoldering gaze are s stark contrast to the usually reserved demeanor of people in Hawkins. In his presence, I am simultaneously drawn to his charismatic energy and apprehensive of the unknown depths beneath his charismatic facade.

As I delve into my locker, mentally seeking solace, I find myself lost in thought. Attempting to unravel the mysteries of my own life. It is within these moments of quiet introspection that my thoughts of Billy begin to infiltrate my mind, disrupting the careful equilibrium i've cultivated.

Though our paths rarely intersect, our lives have briefly intertwined during multiple chance encounters, and although they usually resulted in tense exchanges and snarky comments, something stirred within me- A curiosity that transcended the boundaries of my studious world. As I peered past his tough exterior, I could catch a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes, a flicker of a troubled soul that yearned for understanding.

In Hawkins, where extraordinary occurrences seemed to intertwine with the mundane, I had managed to find myself cautiously navigating the uncharted territories of the heart.

As Billy swaggered into the bustling halls of Hawkins High, his eyes scanned the crowd for a potential target to amuse himself with.

As I stood by my locker, lost in my own thoughts, a sudden jolt shook me from my daydream. I stumbled forward, my belongings slipping from my grasp and clattering to the ground. It took me a moment to realize what had happened—Billy, the epitome of arrogance, had deliberately knocked into me.

Anger flared within me, and embarrassment tinged my cheeks. It seemed that Billy took delight in humiliating others for his own amusement. The laughter that escaped his lips only fueled my frustration, intensifying the need to show him that he couldn’t simply walk all over people.

I swiftly knelt down to gather my scattered books and papers, my mind seething with defiance. I refused to let his actions break my spirit. As I rose back to my feet, I met his gaze head-on, a fire burning in my eyes.

───── ❝ fight❞ ─────

"Billy, I can't help it notice your constant need for attention. It's like you thrive on pushing people's buttons and causing unnecessary drama."

His eyes narrowed, and a cocky smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. "Oh, sweetheart, just trying to keep things interesting. Can't have this boring town lull me to sleep now, can we?"

took a deep breathe, attempting to suppress the surge of anger that threatened to consume me. "You know, not everyone finds your reckless behaviour captivating. It's exhausting, Billy. It's one thing to be confident, but it's another to treat people like disposable playthings."

He leaned in, his voice dripping with dosain. "Well, maybe you're just too uptight, never willing to take a risk. You think you're better than everyone else don't you?"

My temper flared, and I met his gaze with unwavering intensity. "No, Billy, I don't think I'm better than anyone. But unlike you, I don't go around hurting others just to fill a void inside me. Maybe if you too a moment to look beyond your own ego, you'd see the damage you're causing."

Billy's expression hardened, his words laced with bitter edge. "You don't know a damn thing about me. You don't know what it's like to fight for every scrap of happiness in a messed-up world."

I shook my head, my voice filled with frustration. "And what about everyone else? Do their feelings not matter? Your actions have consequences, Billy. You can't keep treating people like collateral damage in your personal war."

He scoffed, his voice now full of derision. "Spare me the lecture, sweetheart. Not all of us can hide behind our books and pretend like we have it all figured out."

My patience waned, replaced by a resolute fire. "I don't pretend to have it all figured out, but at least I strive to be better. I won't stand idly by while you leave a trail of broken hearts, i highly suspect a lot of STDs and shattered friendships in your wake."

The tension between us was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken resentment. We stood at an impasse, our words and emotions colliding in a tempest of heated argument. It was a clash between two forces unwilling to yield, each defending their own perspective with unwavering determination. As the echoes of our confrontation reverberated through the halls of Hawkins High, the rest of the student body seemingly silent, a lingering animosity hanging in the air.

The hallway fell into a hushed silence as the door swung open, revealing Mr. Thompson, a stern and no-nonsense teacher known for his unwavering discipline. His eyes scanned the crowd, settling on Billy Hargrove and me, both still tinged with the remnants of our heated argument.

With a voice that brooked no dissent, Mr. Thompson spoke, his tone laced with disappointment. "Mr. Hargrove, Miss Y/N, I trust you are both aware of the disruption you caused with your altercation. Such behavior is not befitting of the students I know you are capable of being."

Billy leaned back against the metal locker, an air of defiance lingering around him. "Look, teach, she started it. She always acts like she's better than everyone else."

Mr. Thompson's gaze hardened, his stern expression unyielding. "I will not entertain excuses or attempts to shift blame, Mr. Hargrove. Both of you played a role in this unfortunate incident, and as such, you will face the consequences."

His words hung heavy in the air, the weight of our actions pressing down upon us. I swallowed hard, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I apologize, Mr. Thompson. My behavior was out of line, and I take full responsibility for my part in the argument."

The teacher nodded, his tone firm yet fair. "Acknowledging your mistake is the first step, Miss Y/N. However, understanding the impact of your actions is equally important. Disruption within the school community undermines the learning environment for your fellow students."

Billy shot a defiant glare in Mr. Thompson's direction, but the teacher remained unfazed. "As for you, Mr. Hargrove, this is not the first time you have found yourself in a situation like this. It's time to recognize the consequences of your actions and learn from them."

The weight of Mr. Thompson's words settled upon us, the realization of our transgressions sinking in. We were about to face the repercussions of our heated argument— A lesson that would extend beyond the confines of the classroom unfortunately.

With a measured tone, Mr. Thompson concluded, "Both of you will serve detention after school today. It is an opportunity for reflection and understanding, a chance to contemplate the impact of your choices. I expect better from you both moving forward." As the halls emptied and the weight of our detention loomed.

───── ❝ detention❞ ─────

The detention room was heavy with unspoken tension, a sterile and somber space, its walls adorned with faded motivational posters. Billy Hargrove and I sat in stony silence, our gazes locked in a battle of wills. As we awaited the passage of time, a silence settled over us, broken only by the occasional creak of chairs, the heavy rain hitting the windows or distant footsteps in the hallway.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, I broke it with a voice sharpened by resentment. "You know, Billy, I never expected much from you, but I thought you would at least have the decency to apologize."

Billy's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing with a flicker of defiance. "Apologize? For what? Standing up for myself? Or for not letting you walk all over me with your self-righteous lectures? You’re the one that should be grovelling and begging for me to accept your apology."

The words stung, igniting a fire within me. "You think this is about me wanting to control you? It's not, Billy. It's about treating people with respect and recognizing the consequences of our actions."

He scoffed, his voice laced with bitter sarcasm. "Oh, spare me your moral high ground, sweetheart. You act like you've never made a mistake in your life."

My temper flared, my voice rising in defiance. "I never claimed to be perfect, Billy. But at least I try to learn from my mistakes. You, on the other hand, continue to hurt people without a second thought."

His eyes flashed with anger, his voice dripping with venom. "You think you know me? You think you understand a damn thing about what I've been through?"

The room crackled with the intensity of our confrontation, the boundaries between us growing sharper with every word. We were two opposing forces on a collision course, our anger fueling the flames of resentment.

"I may not know your entire story, Billy, but that doesn't excuse your actions," I retorted, my voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "Hurting others won't fix whatever pain you're carrying."

His gaze hardened, his voice a low growl. "You don't get to play therapist, Y/N. You don't get to pretend like you can fix me."

My heart raced, my fists clenched in frustration. "I never said that I have all the answers, but I refuse to let you continue down this destructive path without saying something. You're capable of so much more, Billy. But until you face the truth and acknowledge the pain you're causing, you'll remain trapped in this cycle of anger and hurt."

Silence enveloped us once again, the weight of our words hanging in the air. Anger still simmered beneath the surface, but a glimmer of vulnerability shone in Billy's eyes. It was a fleeting moment, easily masked by his hardened facade, but it was enough to sow a seed of doubt within me.

The storm outside was taking a treacherous turn. The distant rumble of thunder grew louder, and rain pounded against the windows with an unrelenting force.

Breaking the silence, my voice quivered with a mix of trepidation and sincerity. "Billy, I want to apologize for the things I said earlier. I let my anger get the best of me, and I didn't consider the pain you might be carrying."

Billy's guard softened, his gaze meeting mine with a flicker of surprise and appreciation. "I... I appreciate that, Y/N.”

There was a pause, a shared moment of introspection as we grappled with our own inner turmoil. I reached out tentatively, my hand finding Billy's, my touch a gentle reassurance amidst the remnants of our conflict.

"I've seen glimpses of a different person beneath your… tough exterior, Billy," I admitted, voice filled with genuine concern. "There's more to you than the asshole that parades himself around this school."

“Y/N, I-”

Suddenly, the shrill wail of sirens pierced the air, signaling an imminent danger—A tornado.

We exchanged startled glances, their previous animosity momentarily forgotten as the gravity of the situation sank in.

As the tornado siren blared its warning, panic gripped the halls of Hawkins High School. Remaining students and teachers scrambled to find shelter, seeking refuge in designated safe areas.

Their footsteps quickened, driven by the urgency to reach safety. My hand instinctively grasped the doorknob, twisting it desperately, only to be met with resistance. Billy stepped forward, trying to force the door open with all his might, but it remained stubbornly shut. We were trapped, confined within the detention room's four walls while the storm raged outside.

Frantic thoughts raced through my mind as the tornado siren continued its relentless call. Time seemed to stretch, each passing second intensifying our worry. We pounded on the door, our voices blending with the howling wind outside, hoping to catch the attention of someone who could free us from these confines.

But the chaos of the storm swallowed the cries, leaving us stranded in a place where punishment had transformed into something far more sinister.

Together, we faced the daunting prospect of weathering the storm from the confines of the detention room. The previous conflicts and animosity were pushed aside by the shared predicament we found themselves in. In this moment of vulnerability, I, overwhelmed by the situation, instinctively sought comfort and found solace in the proximity of Billy.

Trembling, I pressed closer to him, seeking refuge in his presence. Billy, taken aback by the vulnerability displayed before him, was unsure of how to respond. Awkwardly, he tentatively wrapped his arms around me, his touch uncertain yet gentle, trying to offer whatever comfort he could muster.

His voice, usually laced with defiance, softened as he spoke, "Hey, it's gonna be okay." His words held a glimmer of reassurance, though they were foreign on his tongue.

Finding solace in the sincerity behind his words, I nodded against his chest. The storm's fury continued to unleash its wrath, yet within the confines of his embrace, a bubble of comfort formed—a shelter against the chaos outside.

Despite his initial hesitation, Billy recognized the importance of providing support in his own way. He began to stroke Y/N's back with gentle motions, a silent gesture of solidarity.

"Sorry," I mumbled, my voice laced with embarrassment, as I gently pushed away from Billy's embrace. My cheeks flushed with a mix of emotions, and I hastily wiped my nose on the back of my hand, trying to regain composure. Avoiding his gaze, I looked down, my focus shifting to the ground beneath us.

Billy, ever the composed one, noticed my unease. With a gentle touch, he reached out and brushed off a speck of dust from his shirt, as if to show that the minor incident hadn't fazed him.

Billy took a seat on the floor, his back leaned against the door, his hands resting on his knees. A somber calmness settled over him as he watched the storm brewing just outside the windows. His gaze traced the dark clouds swirling in the sky, their ominous presence mirrored in the intensity of his eyes.

There was a sense of introspection about him, a contemplation that matched the turbulent energy of the storm. As the thunder rumbled and the rain battered against the windows, he seemed lost in thought, his thoughts perhaps wandering through the labyrinth of his own emotions.

I couldn't help but be drawn to his stillness, his silent observation of the chaos outside. His composed demeanor in the face of the tempest fascinated me, revealing a depth that extended beyond his tough exterior. In that moment, he seemed like an enigma, simultaneously a part of the storm and yet untouched by its fury.

Sitting beside him, I watched his profile, his features softened by the dim light that filtered through the darkened room. There was an air of melancholy around him, an unspoken weight that he carried. I yearned to understand the depths of his thoughts, to be the solace that anchored him amidst the storm.

───── ❝ the calm❞ ─────

As the storm raged outside, Billy and I found ourselves engaged in a conversation that embodied the essence of teenage banter.

Billy leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "If you could have any superpower, what would it be? And don't say something boring like 'the ability to study all night'."

I chuckled, playfully rolling my eyes at his remark. "Alright, impatient. If I had to pick, I'd go with telekinesis. Imagine the possibilities! No more reaching for the remote or dealing with heavy backpacks. I could be the ultimate multitasker."

He nodded, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Telekinesis, huh? That's a solid choice. I'd probably go with teleportation. Think about it—no more long commutes, instant travel to any corner of the world. Plus, I'd never be late for detention again."

As the thunder rumbled in the distance, Billy leaned closer, his tone filled with curiosity. "Alright, what's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you in school? Come on, I know you've got a good story."

I smirked, playfully nudging him. "Well, there was this one time in sophomore year when I accidentally walked into the boys' restroom. Needless to say, I made a hasty retreat."

Billy burst into laughter, his infectious mirth filling the room. "You sure know how to make an entrance, sweetheart."

As we continued swapping stories and playful jabs, the detention room transformed into a hub of energy, where we could momentarily forget our worries and simply enjoy each other's company.

A low, distant rumble of thunder echoed through the air, as if nature itself was growling in anticipation. The wind intensified, howling and gusting with an almost primal force. The trees bowed and thrashed, their branches caught in a frenzied dance, struggling against the impending tempest.

I watched in awe as the atmosphere transformed before my eyes. The sky, once a tranquil blue, now displayed a multitude of shades—shades of gray, indigo, and charcoal, swirling together in a chaotic symphony. The sun, now hidden behind a thick layer of swirling clouds, cast an eerie, ethereal glow over the landscape.

Bolts of lightning streaked across the darkened sky, illuminating the swirling mass of clouds with their electric brilliance. Each flash was followed by a deep, rumbling clap of thunder, reverberating through the air like the growl of a mighty beast. The sound seemed to vibrate within me, a reminder of the power and unpredictability of nature.

Raindrops fell, at first sporadic and gentle, then growing in intensity. They splattered against the windows, creating a distorted view of the world outside. The rain seemed to move in waves, driven by the ever-growing ferocity of the storm.

As the tornado formed in the distance, a funnel-shaped cloud descended from the heavens, its dark core swirling with an ominous intensity. It seemed like a monstrous entity, a force of nature unleashed, ready to wreak havoc upon the land.

As I watched the tornado continue to gather strength, my heart pounded with a mix of fear and fascination. The storm's fury was a stark reminder of our place in the universe, a humbling experience that left me in awe.

"Truth or dare?" Billy's voice cut through the air, pulling me away from my initial skepticism, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

I scoffed playfully, playing along with the game. "Dare," I replied, ready to accept whatever challenge he threw my way.

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer. "Draw something inappropriate on the whiteboard," he suggested, his voice laden with amusement.

I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress a smile, and reluctantly rose from the floor. Picking up a black marker, I uncapped it and sketched a crude representation of a penis on the whiteboard.

Rolling my eyes but unable to suppress a smile, I got up from the floor and reached for a black marker. With deliberate strokes, I crudely sketched a crude representation of a penis on the whiteboard. Billy's laughter filled the room, his teasing comment echoing in the air.

“It’s a bit small, don’t you think?” He jested, unable to contain his amusement.

Glancing at the drawing, I raise an eyebrow, a smirk forming on my lips. “Oh, really? Well, I suppose it’s yours then,” I retort, playfully taking a seat beside him, reveling in our shared banter.

Billy’s eyes widen momentarily before a mischievous smile dances on his lips. “Oh, sweetheart. It definitely is not,” he quips, the implication lingering in the air between us.

Interrupting his suggestive smile, I shift the focus back to the game. “Truth or dare?” I ask, deliberately ignoring his playful demeanor.

Billy ponders for a moment, his gaze meeting mine with a newfound curiosity. “Truth,” he finally decides, a tinge of vulnerability seeping into his voice.

With a casual shrug, I meet his request with nonchalance. “Tell me a secret,” I challenge, my curiosity piqued.

I see a flicker of contemplation in Billy’s eyes, a momentary vulnerability that captures my attention. “I… I think this game is stupid,” he confesses, his tone filled with a hint of reluctance.

A burst of laughter escapes me, and I playfully grumble, pouting as I lightly swat him with the back of my hand. “Come on, Hargrove,” I retort, a playful glint in my eyes. “That’s not a real secret,” I tease, finding joy in the lighthearted exchange between us.

"I love when you say my name," he confesses softly, his voice laced with sincerity.

I raise an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Billy is your name, not Hargrove," I remind him, a hint of mischief coloring my tone.

He closes his eyes, savoring the words as they linger in the air. Tilting his head back slightly, a contented sigh escapes his lips. "God, I love that," he admits, a faint smile playing on his features.

A mixture of curiosity and affection fills me as I gaze at him, captivated by the rare vulnerability that shines through. "Your own name?" I inquire, wanting to understand the depths of his feelings.

His smile grows wider, his eyes sparkling with a newfound lightness. It's a smile I've never witnessed before—a genuine expression that reaches his eyes. It's a departure from the usual smirks and cocky grins that often adorned his face.

With a teasing glint, he responds, "Only when you say it."

In that moment, the room feels charged with an unspoken connection—a mutual understanding that extends beyond words. Billy's admission reveals a layer of vulnerability, a longing to be seen and appreciated for who he truly is. And in return, I find myself drawn to the authenticity behind his smiles, cherishing this newfound glimpse into his soul.

As the tornado's fury rages outside, within the detention room, a tender understanding forms—a recognition that behind the tough exterior and troubled past, there is a person deserving of acceptance.

The air between us hums with unspoken emotions, the room fills with an electrifying tension. A charged atmosphere enveloping us, our eyes locked. There, in the midst of the detention room's confined space, a fleeting moment of clarity washed over me, and I couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to bridge the remaining distance between us.

Closing the gap, I reached out, my fingers gently cupping Billy's cheek. The room fell silent, the sounds of the storm outside fading into the background, as our hearts beat in unison. With a mixture of trepidation and longing, I pressed my lips against his, capturing the essence of that tender moment.

Time seemed to stand still as our mouths met, a fusion of uncertainty and desire intertwining in the embrace. The sensation was electric, igniting a fire that had smoldered beneath the surface for far too long. In that brief exchange, our souls spoke a language words couldn't convey.

Billy, initially surprised by the unexpected kiss, soon melted into it, responding with a passion that matched my own. His hands found their way to the small of my back, pulling me closer, deepening the connection.

When our lips finally parted, we remained locked in a breathless moment, our eyes lingering as if searching for something in the depths of each other's gaze. The storm's turmoil outside seemed distant, inconsequential compared to the whirlwind of emotions we experienced within that single, stolen kiss.

A radiant smile spread across Billy's face, a genuine expression that mirrored the warmth filling my own heart.

Our eyes remain locked, reflecting the fire that still burns within. It's a pivotal moment—an awakening of desires.

As the heat between us subsides slightly, I tentatively reach out, my hand trembling with anticipation, seeking to caress the contours of Billy's face. But just as my fingers brush against his skin, he gently catches my hand, his touch firm yet tender.

Time seems to suspend as Billy's eyes search mine, his grip on my hand a gentle yet deliberate restraint. The intensity of the moment is palpable, the unspoken words echoing between us.

My heart pounded in anticipation, and my breath hitched as I felt his gaze fixate on the sensitive curve of my neck.

A mixture of excitement and vulnerability coursed through me as Billy leaned in, his lips lightly grazing my skin. Each gentle kiss sent an electric jolt through my body, awakening every nerve ending. It was an exquisite torment, a sweet agony that left me yearning for more.

I shivered, surrendering to the intoxicating pleasure of his touch, as his lips continued to explore the contours of my neck. The warmth of his breath against my skin sent waves of desire cascading through me, intensifying with each tender press of his mouth.

The sensations overwhelmed me, causing a soft gasp to escape my lips. In that moment, I lost myself in the exquisite pleasure, my body responding to his every touch. It was a delicate dance of passion and vulnerability, a symphony of sensations that bound us together in an intimate connection.

Time seemed to stand still as Billy's kisses grew more impassioned, each one leaving a trail of desire in its wake. My senses were heightened, the world around us fading into insignificance. In that intimate exchange, I felt seen, cherished, and desired.

As I surrendered to the pleasure coursing through me, the room became a sanctuary—a place where worries and responsibilities dissolved, leaving only the intensity of our connection. Billy's lips on my neck were a testament to the depths of our desires intertwining.

Amidst the storm's raging chaos outside, our bodies entwined, the sweet caress of his kisses on my neck brought solace and an indescribable intimacy. It was a moment where the boundaries between us blurred, where our desires and emotions melded into one.

With a mix of strength and tenderness, Billy's arms wrapped around me, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. I gasped, caught off guard by his display of power and the rush of exhilaration that surged through me.

With purposeful steps, Billy carried me across the room, our bodies pressed close together. Gently, Billy set me down on top of a desk, our eyes locked in a fiery gaze. The smooth surface was cool against my skin, heightening my awareness of the intimate connection we were about to explore.

Billy stood before me, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability. With a slight smirk playing on his lips, he reached for the buttons of his shirt, his fingers deftly undoing them one by one.

His hands paused momentarily, allowing me a moment to appreciate the sight before him. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his usual confidence shining through. With a deliberate slowness, he shrugged off the shirt, letting it fall to the ground, revealing his bare chest in all its glory.

Steady hand, he reached out, his fingers grazing the fabric of my shirt. His touch was gentle yet purposeful, tracing a path along my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. With a gentle yet determined pull, he started to lift the shirt upward, exposing the skin beneath.

───── ❝ the storm❞ ─────

As my shirt slipped off, a rush of vulnerability and desire washed over me. Billy's eyes traced the lines of my exposed flesh, a mixture of reverence and hunger in his gaze. His touch was both careful and passionate, his fingertips grazing my skin with an electric intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

His hand reaches up my throat, until it reaches my chin, grabbing and running his thumb over my full bottom lip. I part my lips, drawing his thumb into my mouth and sucking.

“Y/N,” he whispers, closing his eyes, his jaw clenching as he grinds his back teeth.

He pulls his thumb from my lips, his fingers flying to my jeans as he fumbles with the button and rips them from me.

His eyes fall to my underwear. “Okay” He rasps, his fingers rubbing through the material.

“Oh” I breathe, pushing my arms behind me and wrapping my fingers round the edge of the desk unit.

“Legs up,” He orders and I do as he says without thinking, widening my legs for him, his eyes falling between them. Swirling his fingertips over me, his spare hand moves up around my throat as he wraps his fingers there, holding me in position.

His fingers slip into the side of my panties, rubbing slowly before gliding his fingers through my parted lips and plunging two fingers deep inside of me.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

His fingers slip out of me, before tugging on his own pants, kicking them down his legs. “You clean?”

I nod, “Yeah, are you?”

“Haven’t been with anyone in a while, but yeah.” I feel shocked and confused by his admission, but don’t let him see it.

He strokes himself in long, slow strokes then pushes his thick tip at my tight opening. “You’re mine from this moment on, do you understand me?” He rasps, his eyes levelling with mine and I nod.

Billy’s voice resonates with authority and possessiveness as he utters those words, his intense gaze locked with mine. The weight of his declaration hangs in the air, and for a brief moment, my mind races with conflicting emotions. I want to surrender, to fully embrace this connection that has ignited between us, but a lingering trace of hesitation remains.

“Yours.” I whisper, my voice tinged with a mix of excitement and fear. My eyes roll in the back of my head as he slowly pushes his thick cock inside me, the burn caused by him stretching me taking my breath away.

“Y/N.” His grip around my throat tightens as he watches his cock slip in and out of me with ease. “Fuck, you feel so good.” His jaw is tight, his teeth gritted as he fucks me slowly.

“Billy.” I whisper moan, looking between us as his thick cock pulls to the tip, then slips straight back into me.

My heart races under my skin when my gaze lands on the classroom door, the school hallway lies quiet and still, devoid of the usual bustling energy that fills its space during the day. My eyes widen and Billy winks at me, smirking.

“Look at you” he moans, his thrusts speeding up. “You’re such a naughty girl, sweetheart.”

The pet name that so often bothered me now felt like a reward, slipping off his tongue it brings my orgasm close. I clench down, tightening around him.

“You like that, don’t you?”

I nod, mewling as his voice floats through me, his cock hitting that spot.

“I think you can take more,” he whispers, his head turning to the door then back to face me. “Do you?” he asks.

I nod eagerly, letting my eyes watch as he fucks me.

He smiles, looking down between us as he pulls his cock to his tip, then places two fingers at my opening, resting on top of his arousal coated cock.

Without warning, he pushes back into me, my mouth agape as my eyes roll in the back of my head.

“Fuck yes,” I pant. Uncurling my white knuckled fingers from the edge, I reach between my legs and rub my swollen clit.

Billy laughs a little, amusement evident in his voice. “You’re so greedy” he grits, as he fucks me harder,

My fingers rub faster, matching his thrusts into me. Billy grins at me, his eyes hooded as he slows his thrusts into me to a torturous pace.

“God” I rush out, ignoring the urge to moan out after that.

Billy continues at the slow pace for a moment then picks up the pace again, fucking me hard.

“Fuck,” I whisper, my eyes glassing as tears threaten, the pleasure ripping through me.

“Did anyone fuck you like this?” I see Billy’s veins bulging and throbbing at his question and I shake my head. “Good, no one will.” He grits, pulling his two fingers out. My orgasm teeters as he pushes his cock deep into me.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper, tears rolling down my cheek at this overwhelming fullness that I feel. I tilt my hips up so his long cock rubs on the spot I need.

I can no longer resist the magnetic pull drawing me toward him. With a mixture of hesitation and longing, I close the remaining distance between us, my lips pressing against his in a bold and passionate kiss.

His response is immediate, his arms encircling me, pulling me closer, as if he too craves this connection. The kiss deepens, becoming a fierce exchange of desire and emotion.

My eyes roll, my back arches and I come hard, my orgasm splintering me in two. I swear I see stars, my ears ringing as the relief swarms me.

“Such a good girl,” He chokes, fucking me in short, hard thrusts, “I’m going to come,” he whispers.

I pant, he pants, his face edging towards me in an electrifying instant, our lips collide in a passionate fusion. It’s a dance of fire and vulnerability, a symphony of sensations that overwhelm my senses.

Our kiss deepens, a mingling of passion and tenderness. It’s as if time suspends, leaving only the intensity of our shared moment. Our lips move in perfect harmony, fueled by a hunger

A symphony of moans escapes my parted lips, blending with the intoxicating atmosphere around us. I lose myself in the intoxicating taste of his mouth, surrendering to the whirlwind of emotions that swirl within me. In that moment, nothing else matters but the heat and urgency of our connection.

His touch is electric, his hands guiding me closer, holding me as if afraid to let go. Fingers tangle in my hair, creating an anchor in this storm of desire.

Each brush of his lips against mine sends waves of pleasure coursing through me.

───── ❝ fear ❞ ─────

The tornado emerges on the horizon as a monstrous force of nature, its destructive power evident in its towering funnel cloud. It's a swirling vortex of darkness, a tempest that devours everything in its path. The winds, furious and relentless, whip through the air, creating a deafening roar that reverberates through the surroundings.

As it approaches, the tornado leaves a trail of devastation in its wake. Trees are uprooted, their branches tossed like twigs in the ferocious gusts. Debris becomes airborne, propelled with alarming velocity, transforming everyday objects into deadly projectiles.

The sheer magnitude of the tornado is awe-inspiring and terrifying. Its darkness stretches towards the heavens, a menacing presence against the darkened sky. It seems to command the atmosphere, bending it to its will as it spirals relentlessly forward.

The swirling mass engulfs the landscape, obscuring visibility with a dense cloud of dust and debris. Its raw power is palpable, an unstoppable force of nature that demands respect and humility.

Inside the school, the building shudders under the onslaught of the approaching storm. The air pressure fluctuates, causing windows to rattle and doors to creak. The sounds of destruction outside are muffled by the solid structure, yet the vibrations serve as a chilling reminder of the chaos unfolding just beyond the walls.

As I cower with Billy, a sense of vulnerability washes over me. We cling to each other, seeking solace and protection in our shared fear. The tornado's proximity amplifies the urgency, the desperate need to find shelter and hold on to hope amidst the chaos.

Through the windows, I catch glimpses of the swirling mass, the dark tendrils reaching out like ominous fingers. It's a sight that commands both awe and terror, a stark reminder of the immense power of nature and our own fragility in its presence.

The tornado rages on, its path cutting through the land with merciless force. It serves as a testament to the indomitable forces of nature, leaving behind a trail of destruction that serves as a somber reminder of its might. In its wake, lives are upended, and the true strength of the human spirit is tested.

I can't help but succumb to a vulnerable admission. With trembling words and a sheepish tone, I confess my deepest fear. "I'm... scared," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking the words aloud would make the fear all the more real.

Billy's gaze softens, his eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and concern.

"I know," he responds, his voice gentle yet filled with an unwavering determination. "It's alright to be scared."

His words offer a glimmer of comfort amidst the chaos. I find solace in the fact that I'm not alone.

As the tornado's howling winds continue to pummel the school, we huddle closer, seeking shelter in each other's embrace. Billy's arms envelop me, providing a sense of protection against the outside world. In the safety of his presence, I allow myself to lean on him, to release the weight of my fears.

The deafening roar of the tornado intensifies, its monstrous presence drawing ever closer, a surge of adrenaline courses through my veins. Despite our attempts to find comfort in each other's embrace, the fear within me intensifies, threatening to overwhelm my senses.

I can feel the vibrations reverberating through the walls, the tremors of the approaching storm rattling the very foundation of the school. The once-distant sounds of destruction now grow ominously near, a chilling reminder of the tornado's relentless pursuit.

The windows tremble under the assault of the wind, and shards of glass occasionally shatter, scattering across the floor like glistening fragments of chaos. The air becomes heavy with debris, carried on the gusts that infiltrate the building, serving as a grim testament to the tornado's destructive path.

In the midst of this swirling chaos, I cling tightly to Billy, seeking refuge in his presence. His strong arms provide a sense of security, anchoring me to the present moment, even as the world outside seems to be spiraling out of control.

The tornado's wrath looms just beyond the school walls, a relentless force that threatens to consume everything in its path. The air grows thick with anticipation, our breaths shallow, as if awaiting the inevitable impact.

In the face of this impending danger, Billy's grip tightens, his unwavering strength serving as an anchor amidst the storm. His gaze meets mine, his eyes filled with determination, and I draw strength from the unwavering resolve in his expression.

"We're going to make it through this," he assures me, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding us. His words resonate deep within me, stirring a flicker of hope amidst the fear that threatens to consume me.

As the tornado's monstrous presence engulfs the school, we brace ourselves, both physically and emotionally. Time seems to slow, each second stretching into eternity as we steel ourselves for the impact.

Exhausted from the harrowing ordeal, our bodies intertwined as we succumb to the weariness that envelops us. The tumultuous events of the storm have taken their toll, and we drift into a deep, restless sleep.

───── ❝ hope ❞ ─────

As the hours pass, the storm finally subsides, its wrath replaced by an eerie calm. The once-fierce winds now whisper faintly outside, their power spent. Slowly, consciousness begins to stir within us, like emerging from a foggy dream.

Then, as the tempest finally subsides, we are abruptly awoken by a profound silence. The deafening roar of the tornado gives way to an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant sound of emergency sirens and the occasional creak of a damaged structure.

Opening our eyes, we survey our surroundings, a scene of devastation unfolding before us. The once-familiar corridors are now marred by broken walls, shattered windows, and debris scattered haphazardly across the floor.

It’s a surreal sight, the aftermath of nature’s wrath. Yet, amidst the chaos, there is a glimmer of hope. We’ve made it through the storm, emerging on the other side battered but alive.

With the shattered glass on the detention room door, Billy reaches through and deftly turns the handle from the other side. A glimmer of relief washes over us, knowing that we now have an exit from the confined space. Though the windows are broken and the path to safety is strewn with debris, we realize that any open window will suffice, as the glass practically no longer exists.

"Be careful," Billy instructs, his voice laced with concern as he surveys the scattered remnants across the hallway. Taking my hand in his, we proceed with caution, navigating through the remnants of the storm's aftermath. The floor is littered with shattered glass, fallen ceiling tiles, and splintered furniture, a visual testament to the chaos we've endured.

As we make our way through the treacherous path, a fireman catches sight of us and rushes towards us, his expression a mix of relief and urgency. "I FOUND SOMEONE!" he exclaims, his voice filled with a mixture of triumph and concern. With a reassuring hand, he guides us toward the front yard where other students and teachers who sought refuge in the cellar have gathered.

The paramedics swiftly approach, their trained eyes assessing our well-being. Billy reluctantly releases my hand as the paramedic begins to check on us, ensuring that we've escaped the storm's grasp unscathed. I stand alongside Billy, the weight of the harrowing experience settling in, as we wait to be examined.

In the midst of the chaos and the flurry of emergency responders, a sense of gratitude washes over me. We've emerged from the devastation, finding our way to safety against all odds. As the paramedic assesses our physical well-being, I steal a glance at Billy, our eyes meeting briefly.

"Y/N!" Steve Harrington rushes to my side after the paramedics give us the all-clear. His face is filled with relief and a touch of disbelief. "Dude, I definitely thought you were dead."

I offer a wry smile, trying to lighten the mood. "Nope, just left for dead in detention."

Steve pulls me into a tight hug, a mixture of genuine concern and his signature humor. "I can't believe you almost died a virgin," he whispers, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he laughs to himself.

I feel a rush of embarrassment and look around, catching Billy's widened eyes. I see him trying to conceal his reaction, a flicker of annoyance briefly crossing his face.

"Steve!" I exclaim, a mixture of embarrassment and frustration tainting my tone. I shoot a quick glance at Billy, silently pleading for him to understand that Steve's comment was just typical Steve being Steve.

Steve, seemingly aware of the tension, quickly shifts his gaze to Billy, offering him a small smile. It's a gesture of acknowledgement and perhaps even an attempt at easing the tension in the moment.

Realizing that it's time to move on from the chaotic aftermath, Steve takes charge. "Come on," he says, gently guiding me away from the scene. Together, we leave Billy behind, the crowd engulfing him as friends and admirers gather to offer their support.

As we walk away, Steve's presence provides a sense of familiarity and comfort. His friendship, though at times unconventional, has become a pillar of support in the face of adversity. In this moment, his light-hearted banter serves as a reminder that we have survived, and life goes on.

"Hey guys," I halfheartedly greet Steve's friends, who have gradually accepted me as part of their group. They each offer their well wishes, making sure I'm okay before effortlessly transitioning into a different topic of conversation.

As I glance over my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of Billy, his smug demeanor fully intact as he revels in the attention he receives. It's not long before a girl eagerly throws herself at him, adding to the throng of admirers that surround him.

A pang of frustration tugs at my heart, a mix of envy and disappointment. Despite the connection we had forged amidst the chaos of the storm, it seems that Billy's attention is quickly diverted by others. I can't help but wonder if our momentary bond was merely a product of the circumstances, destined to fade away once the storm subsided.

I turn my attention back to Steve's friends, forcing a smile and engaging in their lighthearted banter. They provide a welcome distraction, reminding me that I have a support system of my own within this circle. Despite the lingering disappointment, I find ease in their genuine concern and acceptance.

Amidst the chatter and laughter, I take a deep breath, pushing aside the lingering thoughts of Billy's sudden shift in focus. I remind myself that friendships take time to develop and that everyone has their own journey. Perhaps Billy's actions are simply a reflection of his own insecurities, his need for validation in the wake of the storm.

Resolving to focus on my own path, I immerse myself in the conversation, allowing the warmth of friendship to wash over me. I appreciate the genuine connections I've formed with Steve's friends, knowing that their support will be a constant source of strength as we navigate the challenges that lie ahead.

While Billy may bask in the attention of others, I find comfort in the knowledge that true friendships are built on more than just fleeting moments. It's the shared experiences, the genuine support, and the unwavering presence in times of both joy and adversity that truly define the bonds we hold dear.

And so, I embrace the camaraderie of Steve's friends, grateful for their acceptance and friendship. As we continue to navigate the aftermath of the storm, I know that I have a place within this circle, even as the dynamics around us may shift. Together, we will face whatever comes our way, united in our resilience and the unwavering spirit of Hawkins.

───── ❝ unwilling ❞ ─────

"I don't really want to go," I sighed, sprawling out on Steve's couch. It had been a week since the storm wreaked havoc on our lives, and school was still on hold as they worked to repair and rebuild.

Steve, leaning against the armrest, nudged my feet off the couch. "Come on, it's a party. You're a teenager," he retorted, a playful glint in his eyes. "Besides, it's to celebrate you."

I let out a half-hearted groan, feeling a mix of reluctance and confusion. "It's to celebrate Billy Hargrove," I muttered, my voice laced with a hint of bitterness.

Steve rolled his eyes, sitting down next to me as he tied his shoe. He had never been a fan of Billy, and I knew I now had to act the same way. Deep down, buried beneath the layers of conflicting emotions, I couldn't deny that I carried feelings for Billy. Yet, it had been over a week since the storm, and he hadn't reached out or even acknowledged what had happened.

"You survived a whole eight-hour storm with him," Steve scoffed, a trace of admiration mixed with annoyance in his voice. "That deserves to be celebrated, whether you want to admit it or not."

"Alright, fine," I relented, sitting up on the couch and running a hand through my hair. "But I'm not going for Billy. I'm going for the people who supported me throughout it all, including you."

Steve flashed a smile, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "That's the spirit," he said, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "Now, let's go show them how strong we are, and have a little fun in the process."

I mustered a smile, appreciating Steve's unwavering support. With a renewed sense of purpose, I agreed to join him at the party. It was at Carol Perkins' house, a name that didn't reveal much apart from the fact that Steve seemed genuinely excited about it.

Steve and I hopped into his car, ready for the short drive across town to the party. As we cruised through the familiar streets of Hawkins, the buzz of excitement filled the air. The music from nearby houses echoed through the night, drawing us closer to the vibrant scene that awaited us.

We arrived at our destination, parking amidst a sea of cars that lined the street. The house before us was aglow with colored lights, and laughter and voices carried on the breeze. The front yard was transformed into a lively gathering, with groups of people engaged in animated conversations, clutching red cups or puffing on cigarettes.

Steve and I stepped out of the car, joining the lively crowd that had gathered. The atmosphere was electric, with the mingling scents of alcohol and smoke hanging in the air. Music pulsed through the speakers, setting the rhythm for the night ahead.

"Hey!" Carol greeted with enthusiasm as Steve walked in, and I followed closely behind him.

"Hey," Steve smiled in response, his charm radiating as always.

Carol, as the host of the party, beamed at us, eager to ensure our enjoyment. "Let's get you two some drinks!" she exclaimed, leading us toward the bustling kitchen. As we navigated through the crowd, Carol exchanged greetings with people along the way, her presence captivating those around her.

Finally reaching the kitchen, my eyes caught sight of Billy, engaged in conversation with a girl as he casually sipped from his plastic cup. He exuded a confident demeanor, drawing attention effortlessly.

"It's the survivors!" the girl practically glued against Billy's chest exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across her face. She gestured between me and Billy. "What was it like? Being in the storm?"

I felt a lump form in my throat, momentarily taken aback by the directness of her question. The memories of the storm still lingered, the chaos and other things vivid in my mind. I swallowed, searching for the right words to convey our shared experience.

"Um," I hesitated, my voice betraying a mix of emotions. It was difficult to put into words what we had endured. The storm had brought us together in unexpected ways, and part of me was still grappling with the complex emotions that surfaced in its wake. "Oh, you know, it was a wild ride,"

Steve, offered a lighthearted smile. "But Y/N is here now, stronger than ever."

His words served as a gentle reminder that we had emerged from the storm with a newfound strength. It was a subtle redirection of the conversation, allowing us to navigate the topic with a touch of optimism.

The surrounding people’s attention shifted from me to Steve, intrigued by his playful response. As the conversation continued, I took a moment to collect myself, reminding myself that it was okay to feel a mix of emotions.

Taking a deep breath, I looked around the lively kitchen, the hum of laughter and music filling the air. Despite the lingering unease, there was a sense of camaraderie among the partygoers, united by the shared experience of surviving the storm. As the evening unfolded, I knew there would be more conversations, and more reflections. And as I raised my own plastic cup in a silent toast to resilience, I embraced the uncertainty of the night, ready to navigate the intricacies of the party at Carol’s house.

The girl turned her attention back to Billy, her flirtatious demeanor unwavering. "Babe," she cooed, her voice dripping with sugary sweetness, causing me to snap my attention back towards them. "I really like this song. Let's go dance."

Billy furrowed his eyebrows, a trace of annoyance flickering across his face as he took another sip of his drink. "I don't dance," he replied curtly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Undeterred, the girl forced a laugh, attempting to brush off his resistance. "Yes, you do," she insisted, her hand balling his shirt in a feeble attempt to pull him towards the dance floor.

In a moment of defiance, Billy swiftly pulled her hand off him, his gaze steely. "And I'm not your 'babe'. Fuck off," he snapped, his words dripping with a mixture of frustration and defiance.

A stunned silence fell between them, the girl taken aback by Billy's unexpected rejection. As she stumbled to find a response, I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction.

I watched as Billy turned away from her, his attention shifting elsewhere. His eyes met mine briefly, a flicker of recognition passing between us as the girl retreated, nursing her bruised ego.

Steve threw his head back, a wide grin on his face as he finished his drink. "Do you want to play beer pong?" he asked, his excitement evident.

"I've never played, Steve," I admitted, a mix of curiosity and apprehension in my voice.

Steve's smile only grew wider as he responded, "No worries! We'll be a team. Tommy!" he called out, scanning the crowd. "Beer pong? Me and Y/N versus you and..."

Tommy Hagen, his cup in hand, made his way into the somewhat crowded kitchen, his eyes searching for the source of the invitation. "Hargrove," his tone carrying a hint of challenge.

"Yeah, sure," Billy agreed, casually throwing back the remainder of his drink. Without missing a beat, he headed towards the back yard, Tommy following closely behind.

Steve interlaced our fingers, ensuring we wouldn't be separated in the sea of people. Together, we slowly weaved through the partygoers, making our way to the table set up in the back yard. I watched as Tommy filled the plastic cups with alcohol, his movements fluid and precise.

Billy's gaze briefly flickered towards our intertwined hands, a subtle tension radiating from him. In a quick motion, he averted his eyes, unwilling to dwell on the sight.

As we joined the others at the beer pong table, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. The air was filled with a blend of anticipation and friendly competition as we prepared to face off against Tommy and Billy.

As the game commenced, laughter and cheers filled the air, mingling with the pulsating beat of the music. We threw ourselves into the game, reveling in the friendly banter and the thrill of each successful shot.

In the midst of the playful competition, I stole glances at Billy, our eyes occasionally meeting in brief, unguarded moments.

───── ❝ unwavering ❞ ─────

Steve and Tommy stood on the sidelines, their eyes fixed on the final ball I held in my hand. With determination in their voices, they offered words of encouragement. "You can do it!" Steve cheered, his voice filled with unwavering support.

But Billy, leaning casually against the table on the opposite end, couldn't resist taunting me. His laughter rang through the air as he dismissed my chances of success. "No, you can't," he taunted, his voice laced with playful arrogance. "Sweetheart, you're gonna miss it. Just give up and let me win this."

I took a deep breath, blocking out Billy's teasing remarks. With a focused gaze, I bounced the ping pong ball, sending it soaring through the air. Time seemed to slow down as it descended, its trajectory aligning perfectly with the last cup in front of Billy.

A moment of silence hung in the air, followed by a collective gasp from the onlookers. The ball found its mark, landing with precision and sinking into the cup. Tommy groaned in defeat, while Steve erupted into jubilant celebration.

In the midst of the commotion, Steve embraced me in a tight hug. As we basked in the victory, Steve's voice cut through the noise. "How's the normal teenage experience going?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.

I shrug, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "I don't think I love parties, but this one is okay," I replied, my words carrying a sense of lightheartedness.

Steve guided me back inside, his hand resting on the small of my back, leading me away from the beer pong table and the lingering sight of Billy surrounded by his admirers. The pulsating energy of the party filled the air, as people mingled and conversations buzzed around us.

But before I could process it all, a girl stepped forward, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips. "Hey, Steve. You look really great tonight," she said, her fingers absently toying with the hem of her shirt.

Steve returned her smile, and I felt a twinge of discomfort at the sight. Not wanting to be a mere bystander in his flirtations, I decided to make my way to the kitchen, in search of a respite from the lively crowd.

As I stood by the sink, filling my cup with cool water, a voice interrupted my thoughts. "Hi, Y/N, right?" a boy asked, catching my attention.

I turned to face him, trying to place his face. "Yep, that's me," I replied, my voice friendly and polite.

“We had English together last year, remember?”

I racked my brain, desperately searching for any recollection of our past encounter. But the truth was, I drew a blank. "Oh! Yeah, totally," I replied, offering a quick smile and a small nod, hoping to mask my lack of memory.

"I think you're, like, really brave for managing to stay strong after what you went through," the boy remarked, taking a step closer to me.

I smiled appreciatively at his kind words, grateful for the acknowledgment. "Well, I wasn't alone,"

He chuckled, a warm sound that echoed in the lively atmosphere. "But you and Billy don't exactly get along," he observed, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I don't think I could have gotten out of that detention unscathed like you."

A soft laugh escaped my lips, a blend of amusement and understanding. "You never know, sometimes the people you least expect can surprise you," I mused, my gaze meeting his with a touch of optimism.

"So, you having fun?" he asked, a playful grin on his face.

I nodded "I was. It's been quite a night."

He chuckled, teasingly. "Steve ditch you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is he like your boyfriend now or something?"

I let out a laugh, shaking my head at the suggestion. "Ew, no," I replied, a touch of amusement in my tone. "Steve and I have been best friends since like Kindergarten."

Billy entered the kitchen, his gaze fixated on the boy I was engaged in conversation with. There was a subtle tension in the air as he approached us, his eyes narrowing in an unspoken challenge.

The boy in front of me joined in on the laughter, the sound filling the space between us. "So, there's no boyfriend then?" he inquired, curiosity glinting in his eyes.

Billy's presence beside me was palpable, his intense gaze fixed on the boy as he approached the sink next to me.

I shifted slightly, feeling the subtle brush of Billy’s arm against mine as he reached behind me to fill his cup with water. The proximity sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through me.

As I turned my attention back to the boy in front of me, I couldn't help but notice the curiosity gleaming in his eyes. His question lingered in the air, and I felt a playful smile tug at the corners of my lips.

"No," I replied, my voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Billy cleared his throat, drawing our attention to his presence as he leaned against the counter beside me. His piercing gaze locked onto the other boy, sizing him up with an intense scrutiny. He took a deliberate sip of his water, his lips curling into a faint smirk.

The boy, seemingly unfazed by Billy's imposing aura, mustered up the courage to ask, "Would you want to go out sometime then? With me?"

Caught off guard, I glanced around, feeling a slight twinge of awkwardness. The weight of the moment seemed to hang in the air, and I searched for the right words to respond. “Oh,” I stammered, my cheeks flushing slightly. “Yeah, maybe.”

As the words left my lips, I sensed a shift in the energy between Billy and me. A silent tension enveloped us, as if the unspoken connection we shared danced on the precipice of something more. Billy’s expression remained inscrutable, his gaze holding mine for a fleeting moment before he turned and walked away.

Left standing there, my attention returned to the boy in front of me, who seemed content with my response.

“Awesome,” the boy grinned, his excitement palpable. “So should I, like, call you?”

I offered a smile. “Obviously not right now, but I’ll see you around,” I replied, slowly starting to leave the kitchen.

But before I could make my way through the crowd, the boy took a few steps to follow me. His enthusiasm was endearing, but my mind was elsewhere. “Do you want to dance or anything?”

“No, I actually have to find Steve,” I explained, my voice barely audible above the pulsating music. “Make sure he isn’t passed out or whatever.”

As I turned to make my way back into the heart of the party, I found myself engulfed in a sea of people, the noise and energy enveloping me. It was then that I felt a hand brush past my waist, sending a shiver down my spine. A familiar breath tickled my ear, and I turned to find Billy standing there, his presence commanding my attention.

His words, laced with a mixture of intrigue and mischief, sent a jolt of excitement through me. “You excited for your little date?” he whispered, his voice filled with a hint of playfulness.

I could feel my heart race in response, a surge of conflicting emotions swirling within me.

With a playful smile, I leaned closer to Billy, allowing myself to be caught up in the electrifying atmosphere of the party. “I guess we’ll see,” I whispered back, my voice carrying a touch of mystery.

Billy’s hand wrapped around my wrist, his grip firm yet gentle. I held my breath, anticipation coursing through me as I waited for him to speak. “I thought I told you,”

Before Billy could utter another word, Steve’s voice cut through the noise of the party, calling out my name. The moment shattered as I turned my head in Steve’s direction, momentarily distracted by his presence.

Billy's jaw clenched, his eyes refusing to waver from mine as he released my wrist. A mixture of frustration and longing crossed his face, evident in the way he huffed and ran a hand through his hair. Without another word, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the swirling sea of partygoers.

Steve finally reached me, his presence providing a sense of grounding amidst the whirlwind of emotions. He took my hand, his touch comforting as he pulled me away from the chaotic scene. "I've been looking for you!" he exclaimed, a mixture of relief and concern in his voice. "Let's take a break and sit outside."

I allowed Steve to lead me towards the door, but my gaze kept turning back, trying to catch a glimpse of Billy amidst the crowd. There was a part of me that yearned for closure, for answers to the unspoken connection between us.

As we stepped outside, the noise of the party faded into the background, replaced by the soft breeze and the distant sound of music. Steve found a quiet spot, and we settled down, the weight of the evening's events settling upon us.

Even as I tried to focus on the present moment with Steve, my mind kept drifting back to Billy. I couldn't shake the feeling of unfinished business, the lingering questions that remained unanswered.

I found myself torn between the familiarity of Steve's friendship and the magnetic pull of Billy's enigmatic presence.

“How’s your night been?” I asked Steve, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “What happened with that girl?”

Steve’s face lit up with excitement as he shared the news. “We’re going out tomorrow night!” he exclaimed, unable to contain his happiness.

I let out a dramatic sigh, teasing him gently. “Finally!” I exclaimed, feigning exasperation. “I thought you’d never make a move on anyone.”

Steve pouted playfully, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Hey now,” he protested, his tone mockingly hurt. “You’re the only girl my parents like. You’re stuck with me for life.”

“Yeah, I’m okay with that,” I replied, a playful smile curling on my lips. “As long as I’m not forced to be the next Mrs. Harrington.”

Steve chuckled, his eyes shining with affection. “I love you, but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” he teased. “The only way we’re ever getting married is if we’re both unhappy, stuck in Hawkins, and still single at the ripe old age of 35.”

We shared a lighthearted laugh, knowing that our futures held so much more than the small town we called home.

I gazed out at the street, the aftermath of the storm evident in the fallen trees and debris scattered along the pavement. The cool breeze brushed against my skin, providing a refreshing respite from the muffled sounds of the ongoing party.

Steve's voice broke through my reverie, his question drawing my attention. "You ready to go home?" he asked, concern lacing his words.

I tilted my head playfully, eyeing him. "Are you sober enough to drive?" I teased, knowing Steve's tendency to indulge in a drink or two during social gatherings.

A mischievous grin appeared on his face. "Do you need me to recite the alphabet backwards?" he retorted, a hint of mock seriousness in his tone.

Chuckling, I pushed myself up from the spot where I had been sitting. "I have to use the bathroom first," I informed him, gesturing towards the house. "I'll meet you at the car."

Steve nodded, his eyes following me as I made my way back inside. Finding my way through the lively crowd, I navigated towards the bathroom, grateful for a moment of solitude amidst the vibrant energy of the party.

I closed the bathroom door behind me, shutting out the chaos of the party, and I took a moment to collect myself. Placing my hands on either side of the sink, I leaned forward, my eyes fixed on my reflection in the mirror.

Taking a deep breath, I let the weight of the night wash over me. The exhilaration, the uncertainties, and the tantalizing possibilities that lay just beyond the horizon. With renewed determination, I straightened up and met my own gaze in the mirror.

I reached for the door handle, my hand poised to open it and rejoin the party outside. However, before I could grasp the handle, the door swung open, revealing Billy standing there, his expression filled with a mix of anger and frustration. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, effectively trapping us in the confined space of the bathroom.

My breath caught in my throat as I met his intense gaze. The air between us crackled with tension, and I could feel the weight of his words before he even spoke them. “I’m real fucking mad at you,” he stated firmly, his voice laced with a raw intensity. he reaches his hand forward, wrapping his fingers around the base of my throat.

“Why is that?” I challenged, my voice laced with a mixture of frustration and determination. My eyes blazed with heat as I locked onto his.

His response came as a whisper, yet it reverberated through the room. “I told you, you’re mine,” he declared, his voice filled with a mix of possessiveness and vulnerability. “Or did you forget?”

“Maybe,” I retorted, my voice filled with a mix of defiance and playful challenge. “Are you going to have to remind me?”

A mischievous grin danced across Billy’s lips, and he closed the distance between us, stepping towards me until my back was pressed against the cool surface of the kitchen sink. His proximity sent a thrill coursing through me, and my breath hitched in anticipation.

In that moment, the world around us faded into the background as his lips captured mine in a passionate and all-consuming kiss.

The intensity of his touch sent shivers down my spine, erasing any doubts or hesitations that lingered within me. Our lips moved in perfect synchrony, a dance of desire and longing.

As our kiss deepened, the outside world ceased to exist. There was only the heat of our connection, the intertwining of our breaths, and the shared exploration of unspoken desires. The sound of the party faded into a distant hum, drowned out by the rising tide of passion between us. I surrendered myself to the intoxicating pull of Billy’s touch. The heat of his lips against mine, the possessiveness of his embrace.

“Are you okay Y/N?” I hear Steve’s voice, his fingers knocking on the door.

I heard Steve’s voice outside the bathroom door, his concerned tone breaking through the haze of passion that enveloped me. Billy pulled back slightly, his body still pressed against mine, as he placed a few sloppy kisses along my jaw and collarbones. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, heightening the desire that pulsed between us.

I struggled to compose myself, my voice slightly breathless as I responded to Steve, “Yeah, I’m okay! Just be a minute!” My words came out in a rushed whisper, my mind still clouded by the intensity of the moment.

“Okay, I’ll be in the car. Hurry up” Steve’s voice faded into the background as Billy suckles at the perfect tender spot on my skin and I moan softly.

Billy’s lips found their way back to mine, his kisses carrying a mix of urgency and longing. I couldn’t help but respond, my own desire intertwining with his, as our lips met in another passionate embrace

As I reluctantly pulled back from Billy’s intoxicating kiss, my mind momentarily drifted to the world outside our passionate bubble. “I have to go”

Billy groaned in response, his lips seeking mine once more as if pleading to continue. In that moment, I found myself succumbing to the allure of his touch, momentarily forgetting everything around me.

But reality had a way of sneaking back in, and I gently pushed against Billy’s chest, creating a small space between us. “Steve’s waiting,” I reminded him, my voice filled with a mixture of longing and apprehension. Steve’s name hung in the air like a fleeting reminder of responsibility.

A flicker of frustration danced across Billy’s face, but he quickly composed himself. His breath brushed against my skin as he muttered, “Don’t think about him when I’m touching you,” his words laced with desire and possessiveness. His lips found their way to my collarbones, planting a series of fervent kisses, igniting a fire within me that was hard to extinguish.

The sensations overwhelmed me, and for a moment, I was lost in the thought of what could happen tonight. But the knowledge that I couldn’t keep Steve waiting tugged at my conscience, and with a heavy sigh, I reluctantly disentangled myself from Billy’s embrace.

“I have to go,” I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of longing and regret. I brushed a strand of hair away from my face, my eyes locked with his for a fleeting moment, conveying the unspoken desire and unfinished emotions between us.

Billy nodded, his eyes holding a mix of longing and disappointment. With a final lingering kiss on my lips, he released me, allowing me to make my way back to the reality awaiting me outside the secluded space we had shared.

As I closed the bathroom door behind me, leaving Billy in the temporary sanctuary of our shared desires, I returned to the vibrant atmosphere of the party. The sounds of laughter and music filled the air, mingling with the fluttering butterflies in my stomach.

Outside, Steve awaited me in his car, his impatience evident as he drummed his hands on the steering wheel. I slid into the passenger seat, a small smile playing on my lips. "That took forever," he groaned, playfully expressing his frustration.

I rolled my eyes, a hint of amusement in my voice. "Oh, come on. It wasn't that long."

He chuckled, shaking his head in mock exasperation. With a twist of the ignition, the car roared to life, carrying us away from the lingering echoes of the party. The drive back to his house was filled with comfortable silence.

As the familiar sights of Hawkins passed by, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and uncertainty. The memory of Billy's touch still lingered. But for now, as Steve maneuvered through the familiar streets, I leaned back in my seat, allowing the cool night air to brush against my skin.

As we approached Steve's house, I couldn't help but steal a glance at the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of my reflection. The spark in my eyes, the trace of a smile on my lips, and the memories of the stolen moments with Billy were reminders of the whirlwind that had enveloped me.

As we stepped out of the car and made our way into Steve's house, a heavy sigh escaped his lips, drawing my attention to my best friend. Concern etched across my face, I reached out to him. "What's up?" I inquired, my voice filled with genuine curiosity.

Steve's shoulders slumped, his gaze fixed on the ground. "I feel like an asshole," he admitted, his voice laced with self-blame.

Surprised by his confession, I searched his eyes for answers. "Why?" I questioned gently, hoping to understand his turmoil.

"When the sirens went off, I didn't even think about you," Steve confessed, his words heavy with regret. "We got to the cellar and locked the doors. Nobody noticed you and Billy were gone."

I listened attentively, a mix of understanding and compassion flooding my heart. I reached out, gently placing my hand on his arm. "Steve, it's okay. We lived," I reassured him, my voice filled with reassurance.

His eyes met mine, a glimmer of sadness reflecting in their depths. "And if you didn't? Y/N, I can't imagine a world without you," he confessed, his voice choked with emotion. "Seriously, if they had pulled out your body, I'd..."

I placed a comforting hand on his cheek, my touch meant to convey understanding. "Billy actually protected me," I interrupted softly, wanting to ease his guilt. "He made sure I was okay. We talked and slept through most of the storm."

Steve's eyes widened in surprise, his expression a mix of relief and concern. "I wish I could have been there with you," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine regret.

Squeezing his hand gently, I offered him a small smile. "It's okay, Steve," I reassured him, my words filled with sincerity. "You couldn't have known what would happen."

Steve nodded, a mix of gratitude and sadness in his eyes.

───── ❝ unknown ❞ ─────

Steve parked the car in front of my house, and we both sat there for a moment, a mixture of excitement and nerves filling the air. He turned to look at me from the driver’s seat, his eyes searching for reassurance.

"Are you sure this shirt isn't ugly?" he asked, a hint of insecurity in his voice.

I couldn't help but gasp in surprise. "I brought you that shirt," I exclaimed, remembering the day we went shopping together and stumbled upon that particular piece.

He didn't say anything, just stared at me with a mix of gratitude and surprise.

"No, Steve," I reassured him. "You look great. Go enjoy your date. Just make sure she doesn't realize how much of a dumbass you can be sometimes."

A smile played on his lips as he nodded. "I'll call you later."

"I don't need the details," I teased, rolling my eyes playfully.

He waved goodbye and drove off, leaving me standing in front of my house wearing one of Steve's old shirts and a pair of shorts. I watched as his car disappeared down the street, feeling a mix of happiness for him and a tinge of loneliness.

Just then, the sound of a car engine caught my attention. I turned and saw Billy parking his blue Camaro a few houses away. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him step out of the car, his presence commanding attention.

I took a deep breath, adjusting my borrowed shirt, and made my way towards him.

“Hey,” I greeted Billy as I approached him, a mix of anticipation and nervousness swirling inside me.

"You weren't here last night," he observed, his eyes scanning me for any signs of explanation.

"No," I replied, raising an eyebrow. "I stayed at Steve's."

Billy's expression flickered, a hint of surprise and something else I couldn't quite decipher. He glanced away momentarily before meeting my gaze again.

"Steve's, huh?" he remarked, his tone laced with a hint of skepticism.

I shrugged, not wanting to delve into the details. "Yeah, we just hung out, talked, and watched some movies. Nothing special."

Billy's eyes lingered on me for a moment longer, as if searching for something beneath the surface. He seemed torn between curiosity and restraint, his usual guarded demeanor wavering.

"Well," he finally said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Guess I'll have to make up for lost time then." A playful glint danced in Billy's eyes as he asked, "Are you going to invite me inside, or do I have to settle for fucking you in my car?"

I smirked, enjoying Billy's playful challenge. "Well, if you're offering, I wouldn't mind the car," I replied with a teasing glint in my eyes.

Billy raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Is that so?" he responded, stepping closer to me.

Before I could respond, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. The intensity of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between us

As the kiss deepened, I could feel the hunger and desire building between us, a magnetic force pulling us closer together. The touch of his lips against mine was both passionate and tender, a perfect balance of raw emotion and restrained longing.

Eventually, we pulled apart, our breaths mingling in the air. Billy's eyes bore into mine, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. It was a silent invitation, an unspoken question hanging between us.

I smiled, the answer clear in my eyes. "Why don't we take this inside?" I suggested, my voice filled with anticipation.

Billy nodded, his grip tightening around his keys. "Lead the way," he murmured, a newfound excitement dancing in his eyes.

As I entered the house, Billy followed closely behind, the anticipation between us growing with each passing moment. I called out, hoping nobody would be home to answer. The absence of any response confirmed that we were alone, adding an extra layer of excitement to the air. “I guess it’s just us”

“Good” Billy responded quickly, pressing me against the wall, a surge of heat coursed through my veins, intensifying the desire between us. His hands explored my body with a hunger that mirrored my own, igniting a fiery passion that consumed us both.

Our lips met in a desperate kiss, a collision of lips and tongues that spoke volumes of the untamed desire we shared. Each touch, each caress sent electric shocks through my body, awakening every nerve ending. I melted into his embrace, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations that enveloped us.

Billy’s touch was both gentle and possessive, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns along my skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. The heat between us grew, fueling an insatiable hunger that seemed to consume us entirely.

As our bodies moved in sync, the rhythm of our desires matched perfectly. Moans and whispers filled the air, mingling with the sound of our racing hearts.

"Where's your bedroom?" Billy asked between kisses, his voice husky with desire.

"It's right over..." I started to respond, but my words were interrupted by a yelp as he effortlessly picked me up, his strength evident. The excitement in his eyes only intensified my own anticipation.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice laced with a mix of command and desire.

I quickly directed him to my room, my heart racing as we made our way there. The anticipation grew with every step, each one bringing us closer to the privacy we both craved.

As we entered the room, Billy wasted no time in locking the door, ensuring that we were completely alone in our intimate space. The click of the lock echoed through the room, sealing us away from the outside world.

He gently placed me down on the bed, his touch sending sparks of electricity through my body. The hunger in his eyes mirrored my own.

“You makes my heart thump, my cock hard and my mind dirty. The things I want to do to you should be considered a sin.” Billy mumbled, his gaze fixed on me as I lay on my bed. His words caused a warmth to spread across my cheeks, a blush that betrayed the mix of emotions swirling within me.

Billy shifted his position, his body now hovering above mine, his strength carefully balanced to ensure he didn’t overwhelm me with his weight. As he settled into this new position, his hand gently traced the curve of my bottom lip, his touch eliciting a shiver that ran down my spine.

His gaze locked with mine, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness. The touch of his hand on my lip was both electrifying and gentle, a delicate cares.. His fingers traced the outline, as if memorizing every contour, every detail, igniting a fiery longing within me. I felt my breath hitch in anticipation, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

“I want you, right now” I whisper, my lips hovering over his as I grabs the hem of Steve’s shirt, “but I need to get this off.” Billy nods. It’s bad enough I’m about to fuck my best friend’s enemy again, but I don’t want to fuck him with his clothes on.

I lift the large shirt over my head, discarding it to the floor and he dives forward, lips on my neck as he licks, kisses and sucks on my soft skin. My hands are in his hair, pulling his lips from her skin so I can sink my lips over his in a slow, torturous kiss before I pull on my bottom lip with my teeth.

Billy moves away from me, pulling at the string of the shorts and tugging them down my legs. My hands find his broad shoulders as I sit up and balance herself, removing one foot at a time. Billy throws them to the side before his eyes glide up my body, taking every inch of me in until his eyes finally land on mine. My eyes fluttering as I blink, chest rising and falling fast.

Billy tugs my legs forward so i’m sat on the edge of my mattress before pushing his lips against my inner thigh, trailing soft kisses against my hot skin.

“Y/N” He whispers, looking up at me through his lashes, “You’re mine.”

I cant help but nod my head, shallow pants leaving me.

“Good,” He groans, lifting his lips and pressing them on my other thigh, hooking a long finger in the side of the scrap of material and pull it to the side, exposing me. Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, I watch him fall back on his knees as he reaches for me with his other hand and pushes my lips apart, sucking in a breath through his teeth.

“Billy,” I whisper, as he lifts my leg and place it over his shoulder, then tap my inner thigh of my left leg asking for me to spread out a little.

“Remember what I said before the storm?” He let his eyes find mine. “I said I like it when you say my name. Now sweetheart, I want you to show me how good my name sounds coming off your tongue whilst you cum on mine.”

“Fuck,” I whisper, as he swipes his tongue through my parted lips, flicking it against my clit then gliding it down, swirling and teasing before his back on the clit, sucking and nibbling. His fingers dig into my sensitive skin, spare hand skimming up to my bare stomach and holding me in place to stop my wriggling.

He buries his tongue deeper, trailing a hand to my other thigh and lift it over his left shoulder, then grip to my waist as he holds me where he wants me.

Slowly grazing his fingers under her ass, he lets them trail down behind me and tease at her opening, edging the tip of two fingers into my soaked pussy which causes my hips to buck forward, as his tongue laps across my sensitive area.

“Oh, Billy,” I pant, fingers finding his hair as I tug at the root, pushing him deeper.

Edging a little further into me, I feel him curl his fingers as he rubs my g-spot then slowly begin pumping in and out, matching the strokes of his tongue.

“Please Billy, I need more,” I begs, and he lifts his mouth from me, so he can look at me, fingers still fucking me.

“Then come,” He smirks, throwing a wink at me as he lurches forward and sinks his tongue between my lips again, sucking on my clit.

Billy teases with a third fingertip causing me to whimper as he slowly slips it in. I constrict around his fingers, pelvis tilting up slightly, giving him better access.

“I knew you were greedy,” He whispers between tongue strokes.

“Billy,” I moans, feeling him tilt his head to the side slightly and press his tongue flat against my clit “Shit,” I cry.

“Are you going to come for me?” His fingers fuck faster, harder.

“Yes, so fucking hard,” I cry again, fingers knot in his hair. I clench tightly as I grind down on his fingers, hips rocking back and forth slowly and I start to lose control.

I screams his name, pleasure lacing my voice. I feel Billy slide his tongue to her opening, lapping up as the wetness coats his fingers. He pulls away, watching as his fingers continue to fuck me, arousal coats his hand, a few drips running down his wrist and he smirks up at me.

“Enjoying this, sweetheart?” He asks in a raspy tone as he slowly moves my legs down and they tremble in his tight grip. I nod slowly, hazy from the orgasm that ripped through me. I reach between her legs and starts swirling my fingers over my clit.

He keeps his eyes focused on my pussy but just as I gets into it, I make myself stop, reaching for his hand and slipping his fingers out. I lifts them to my lips and sucks the three of them clean whilst keeping my eyes pinned on his. “Oh fuck,” Billy moans as pleasure ripples through him.

I grab his chin, fingers tight as I grips, and pulls him to my feet. Billy towers over me, causing my hand to drop.

“Now it’s my turn,” My fingers run under the waistband of his jeans, then hungrily tug them down his toned thighs. I feel my eyes widen, glazing with delight as I looks from his cock to his face, and smiles.

“I want you to take all of me,” Billy grips a fistful of my hair, tipping my head back so she has no option now but to look at him. “Do you understand? Every, single, inch of me.”

I nods eagerly, licking my lips.

“Good” He croons, stepping forwards as he pulls me towards him. My hands wrap around his girthy length as I purse my lips at his tip. My tongue swipes across, licking the precum away then hollowing my cheeks as I take him to the back of my throat. My body lurches forward as I gag, slipping me from her mouth. “Take it slow…”

I hear Billy choke on his own breath as I push my mouth down my cock, stilling when I get to the base and this time, I don’t gag.

“Shit,” He sucks in a harsh breath, and I slip him in and out of my mouth then twirls my tongue at his tip, I flatten my tongue and run it down the underside of his cock.

“Y/N,” Billy grits out, head tipping back as he grabs a bigger fistful of her hair, mouth slipping down his. “I’m going to explode,” He moans, moving my head up and down, teeth gently grazing along the sensitive skin. I pull him from my mouth, then spits on him. Rubbing my thumb over the tip of his dick. “Fuck. Open your mouth.”

I do as he says, sitting on my knees, eyes on him as, waiting with open mouth. I watch as Billy fists himself, keeping eyes locked on me.

His jaw clenches, head falling forward as pleasure consumes him. I just kneel up, taking him in my mouth as he wraps a hand around the back of my head, holding me there as he gently fucks my mouth. Saliva runs down my chin, my moans pushing Billy to continue.

“I’m going to come,” He grits, hips thrusting fast, cock slipping in and out of my mouth sloppily.

His eyes roll in the back of his head as I suck the life from him, lurching forward spurting down the back of my throat.

“Fuck!” He roars, a shiver blankets him causing him to shudder. I fall back, wiping the corner of her mouth before standing. Pulling me her towards him, Billy wraps his arms around me. We just stand for a while, completely forgetting where we are, just lost in this moment.

And in the aftermath, as our breaths mingled and our bodies trembled with the intensity of our shared release, we lay intertwined, our hearts still racing in the aftermath of our fiery encounter.

───── ❝ exposition ❞ ─────



School returned to its normal routine a week later, and during that time, Billy and I hadn’t crossed paths. The absence of his presence left a lingering sense of anticipation and curiosity within me.

Walking through the familiar hallways, I couldn’t help but steal glances, searching for that familiar mop of dark hair, those piercing blue eyes that had ignited a fire within me.

Billy sauntered into the hallways, his presence commanding attention as his eyes locked with mine. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. However, before I could fully revel in that moment, my view of Billy was interrupted by the boy from the party, who had approached me.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?” he greeted, trying to engage in conversation.

I offered a polite smile, my mind still lingering on the enigmatic boy who had captured my attention. “Um, fine,” I replied, trying to keep my focus on the present as I opened my locker.

The boy seemed eager, perhaps misinterpreting my friendliness. “I was a little nervous to call, so I was hoping we could just go for dinner and a movie tonight after school.”

I hesitated, my thoughts momentarily shifting to the secret moments I had shared with Billy, the secret connection that still lingered.

“Oh, sorry,” I began, my voice gentle yet firm, “but I’m actually not interested.”

His expression faltered, a mix of surprise and disappointment evident on his face. I felt a pang of guilt, understanding that I had inadvertently led him on.

“But you…” he started, his voice tinged with frustration as he reached out and grabbed my arm.

“Please don’t touch me,” I firmly requested, pulling my arm away from his grasp. It was a clear boundary that needed to be set, a reminder that my consent and personal space were to be respected.

I could feel Billy’s gaze on me as I shut my locker, determined to create distance between myself and the boy who had approached me. With a resolute stride, I made my way down the hall and into an empty classroom, seeking solace in the familiar walls and quiet atmosphere. I sat on a desk near the front, my eyes fixed on the door, silently hoping that Billy would follow.

A minute later, the door cracked open, and I held my breath as Billy slipped inside. There was a mixture of curiosity and concern in his eyes, as if he had sensed something amiss and was now seeking answers.

Without uttering a word, I gestured for him to join me. He closed the door behind him, the sound of it sealing us off from the outside world.

Billy took a few tentative steps toward me, his expression filled with an unspoken question. I met his gaze, my eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions, a mix of uncertainty and longing.

Billy positioned his hands on either side of me. I could feel his touch, his fingers lightly brushing against my thighs, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Yours,” I whispered, my voice barely audible in the intimate space between us.

A smug smirk danced on Billy’s lips as he leaned in, closing the distance between us. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, a merging of desire. His hands explored my body, tracing tantalizing paths, leaving a trail of electrifying sensations in their wake.

But just as the intensity between us reached its peak, the sound of the bell echoed through the classroom, signaling the end of our stolen moment. With reluctance, Billy pulled away, his eyes locked with mine, both of us left craving more.

“We’ll continue this later,” he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of promise and frustration.

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[bi-disaster-yn]

Restraint

Kinktober 2022 | Bondage

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

Summary: Billy has a particular skill with tying knots and wants to try it out on Reader.

Contains: kinda dark!Billy, bondage, gagging, slapping, p in v sex. 18+, Minors DNI!

A/N: Okay SO there’s obviously something wrong with me because when I watched that scene below made my silly little brain go “omg Billy knows how to do bondage!!”

This one is dedicated to @duramater97 for being so encouraging with this idea and with my Billy fics in general! Sending you big love & bondage!Billy <3

Throughout his life, Billy Hargrove rarely had the opportunity to exercise control but when he did, he relished in it.

It transpired in small ways such as driving like a maniac to take over the road or shoving people out of the way in crowds.

Most recently, he found it at his job at the Hawkins pool. He discovered a peculiar talent in tying knots as he was usually delegated the tedious task of tying up the lifebuoys to their post.

This didn’t escape your notice as you practically drooled over him wrapping the rope round his elbow and his hand in a loop absentmindedly. A sly smirk appeared on his face when he turned to see you admiring the way he dragged his finger and thumb down the rope while he wound it round his arm.

“Don’t worry, princess. You’ll get your turn to be tied up.” He promised in a low whisper as he walked past, chewing his gum so that the minty breath fanned your face. He left you with that thought, staring at the lifebuoy tied so tightly to the post that not even a large gust of wind could tear it from its position.

***

Billy kept his promise that night. With a singular piece of rope, he had tied your tits, wrapped the rope around your neck and tied your hands behind your back. The knots he had fashioned made it near impossible to move and when you did struggle against them, it would pull on your sensitive tits which created a sharp pain.

He had you bent over his bed, pounding into you from behind. The mirror was set at the other side of the bed so you could watch the whole thing. Billy used one hand to hold your tied hands in place and the other to pull your hair back, forcing you to watch the reflection of him fucking you.

You were used to rough sex with Billy but it was like he was a man possessed as he marvelled at your restrained body, completely under his control.

Resourceful as ever, Billy had used a sock to gag you and you were very aware of just how pathetic you looked. Sharp breaths were pushed out of your lungs with each roll of Billy’s hips. Without being able to squirm or writhe, you felt the full extent of his length stretch you out over and over.

When you closed your eyes to try contain yourself, Billy yanked your hair back further creating a burn in your scalp and inspiring a muffled scream from you.

“Told you to watch yourself being fucked, didn’t I, princess?” Billy hissed, still on his hunt for control.

With a suppressed whimper, you nodded and continued to watch yourself. He confidently winked at you in the mirror while your face looked worn out and like you were close to tears.

Billy thought you looked perfect like this, strung out, bound and gasping for air all because of him. With each thrust, his stomach met your ass cheeks and practically pushed a moan out of you every time.

“Careful, baby, my dad is just downstairs. Don’t want him to hear you being fucked, do you?” He warned, eliciting a moan from you as you approached your climax.

He manhandled you on to your back, slipping back into you which made you both let out a guttural groan. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders as he rutted into you, grabbing the rope in between your tits for leverage.

Your breasts bounced up and down and ached with being pulled by the ropes. Your arms were sore from being made to lie on them, not to mention the rope digging into your wrists and definitely leaving a burn. You choked out mewls which barely left your mouth as the gag muffled them.

All of this was offset by the deep white hot pleasure that Billy was causing in between your legs.

No longer being forced to look in the mirror, you squeezed your eyes shut as you came, crying out against your gag. Billy didn’t relent or even allow you any sort of recovery as he set a punishing pace. It had you approaching another orgasm with the first one having barely subsided.

He grabbed your face possessively, squeezing your cheeks until they ached and leaned down so his face hovered above yours.

“I could get used to you like this, princess. All tied up for me. I can do whatever I want to you.” He smirked and slapped your sore tits which made you shriek.

All Billy did was laugh in response and say: “that’s right, you’re all mine.”

***

Tag list: @valvlry @ajordan2020

[maackiimoo]

POSITIVE THOUGHTS

The party fighting in the Upside Down

Eddie: "We're gonna die!"

Steve: "Think positive!"

Eddie: "We're gonna die quickly!"

[thebillyhargrovetunnel]

Boy Next Door

Billy Hargrove x reader

A/N: Hey guys, I got another one for you! Finally hehe. Oh btw, this is very smutty. Enjoy!

WARNING: SMUT

It was a hot summer day in Hawkins, Indiana and you had decided to hang out at Lover’s Lake with some friends. The lake was on the outskirts of Hawkins and was bursting with teenagers escaping their parents and in dire need of some refreshment. You didn’t particularly mind how busy it was. You barely noticed it anyway, being distracted by the fun you were having. Many Coke’s were drunk and you were mostly tanning on a towel, every now and then dipping in for a fresh dive.

“Girls, I’ve got to get back home. My mom wanted me to do some chores,” one of your friends said when the sun was burning right above your head. You didn’t have any ride available to you considering your dad was out to work and your mom’s car had broken down. She said she’d get it fixed soon but today you had carpooled with your friend Angela, not wanting to get all worked up by cycling all the way over to Lover’s Lake. So you got up and packed your things asking your friend if she could take you back again.

“Of course doll, it’s on the way.”

You covered your bikini bottom with your denim shorts and quickly pulled a sleeveless white tee over your body. Your swimwear was still a tad wet from the lake, so the bright red top did shine through the white fabric, but you payed it no mind. You jumped in your friend’s Pontiac and threw your bag on the back seat.

 When your friend stopped in front of your house, her mouth dropped open. Your eyes followed her line of sight to your driveway.

Billy Hargrove was topless, hanging over the open hood of your mom’s car. His hair was messy, his hands were black from working on the car and his upper body was dripping with sweat.

“Oh doll, you’ve got some candy waiting for you,” your friend said, taking off her sunglasses to get a better look. “Hot damn, leave some for me.”

A nervous laugh left your lips. You had to admit Billy looked incredibly handsome in his current situation. You had indeed not missed the good looks of Billy Hargrove; many a girl reminded you of it. But at that moment he surpassed every good look he ever had before.

Yes he looked amazing when he would strut down the hallway of Hawkins High in those tight jeans. And yes he looked amazing when he would give you a sly smile if he’d see you around town. And those moments of passing were frequent, considering the Hargrove family were your neighbors.

“I’m not promising anything Angela,” you giggled, grabbed your bag and climbed out of her car.

“Lucky you. See you around Y/N,” she said when you threw the door closed. You waved at her and crossed the road to walk towards your house.

Billy turned around at the sound of the Pontiac speeding off. He spotted you and his eyes grew wide for a split second before his signature smirk appeared on his face.

“Hello there kitten,” he spoke deeply and turned his whole body towards you while wiping his hands on a dirty rag that didn’t seem like it could clean anything. His bare abs and chest came into full view and it made your breath falter for the slightest moment. Sure, you’d seen it before at one of his basketball games but right there with his shoulders and arms tensed and that damned smile on his face, looking through his thick lashes straight into your soul, failed to compare to anything.

“Hargrove,” you said trying to regain your confidence. You took a deep breath and continued walking over to him. “Are you jeopardizing my mom’s car?” A beaming smile curled around your lips as Billy laughed in response.

“Busted,” he laughed and shook his head, leaning back on the old car. “Neil said that your mom mentioned her broken car and I know quite a few things about cars so…” He trailed off and for a moment his happy smile lost its truth and realness.

“Wouldn’t it have been more fun to come out to Lover’s Lake? Tommy and Carol were there as well, you would’ve liked it.” You remembered how you had seen the couple and wondered where Billy was with a new girl hanging on his arm. Again, the boy shook his head and smiled.

“That murky gross water is nothing for me.”

“You’re from California right? Yeah, you must miss the water,” you said, bending your head in interest. His only response was a nod and a small smile that seemed a little sad.

“I should get back to work,” he said and you noticed how he quickly let his eyes wander down your body.

“Sure, that old thing must be a piece of work. I’ll be inside if you need anything,” you said and walked inside. A deep breath left your lips when you closed the door behind you.

“That went absolutely great,” you mumbled to yourself and went to the kitchen to look for something cool.

 After another half hour of peeking through the window and only getting hot and bothered by the sight of Billy’s chiseled body, you decided to offer him a break. You told yourself it wasn’t healthy for him to stay out in the sun for so long but you knew you just wanted another chance to look at him. He made nerves bundle up in your lower stomach and even though you blamed the heat you knew what really made you this flustered.

You ripped off your shirt, grabbed two bottles of Coke out of the fridge, opened them and walked outside in only shorts and your red bikini top. Again you got caught off guard by the overwhelming sight that was Billy Hargrove. You stood still on the concrete, staring at him.

While he was working the muscles tensed and released in Billy’s back and shoulders and that sure was something you could look at for hours. The sweat was still dripping everywhere and the black stains on his hands were even blacker. He turned around, surprising you with another signature smirk.

“Take a picture kitten,” he said and brought his full attention to you as he threw the tools in his hands down.

“I-I’ve got a Coke for you,” you stumbled and walked towards him to stand next to him, leaning on the car. You handed him the Coke and he gratefully took a gulp.

“Thanks Y/N,” he said and wiped his face with the rag that hung over the grille of the car.

“No problem Billy. Oh,” you said, noticing a black stain on his cheek. “You have a.. uh…” You motioned your finger towards your own cheek.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled and with the rag he wiped at his cheek, missing the spot by a mile. You laughed softly and shook your head.

“Let me,” you said and took the rag from him, finding the most clean spot – there weren’t many – and gently brought it to his cheek. The stain came off and you looked back into Billy’s eyes, noticing his focus on your slightly parted lips. It made you wonder if he’d been looking at your lips the whole time. You put the rag down again and smiled.

“Take a picture pretty boy,” you repeated his words and his eyes immediately flipped back to yours. He seemed way better prepared than you had been when he made the same comment and replied immediately.

“I’d love to but I have a strict ‘no clothes’ rule for the pictures I keep in my drawer.”

You blinked trying to process what he just said but before you could, he started moving towards you. His arm touched your shoulder, sending a burning sensation through your body. He kept leaning in and soon you could feel his breath on your lips and his curls brush your forehead. His warm hand trailed over the bare skin of your waist while his lips traveled towards yours and his eyes fluttered to a close. You mimicked his actions, closing your eyes and leaning into him.

Your lips touched and it was an immediate electric feeling that sent your blood pumping and your heart beating. With the fastened pace of your heart came the fastened pace of your kiss. Billy pulled you closer to him, your chests and stomachs pressed against each other. You moved your hand to his shoulder and softly clung to it with your nails as Billy brought his tongue into the kiss, deepening it. Both his hands where now on your waist and they slowly slid down towards your ass. You rounded both of your arms around his neck, pressing your bodies even closer.

You needed him, it was like your very being demanded his touch. Like he was as essential as oxygen was to your brain. This need fueled your actions and spread from your lips to the rest of your body. When you gently grinded your hips against him and earned an immediate reaction by feeling a warm pressure against your lower stomach, that need caused a moan to escape.

And that’s when Billy couldn’t handle it anymore. He tore away from the kiss, breathing heavily.

“Are your parents home?” he asked with a dark and lustful shine in his eyes.

“No and they won’t be for a few hours,” you breathed and grabbed Billy’s hand before dragging him inside. He wasted no time and as soon as the front door closed, Billy pushed your back against it, pressing his body hard against you.

“Baby, you want this?” he asked. You never thought Billy would be someone to directly ask for affirmation. You assumed that the ‘are your parents home’ question was his form of asking for consent.

“Yes Billy, please. I need this,” you breathed out, pulling on his shoulder to get his lips back on yours. He pulled up your legs and you turned them around his waist causing his growing hard-on to press against your core in a pleasurable way. Both of you let out a needy moan.

“Fuck, where’s your room?” Billy mumbled against your lips and carefully brought you back to the floor again. You made your way upstairs to your bedroom while Billy was right behind you. “Nice ass you got there kitten.”

A laugh escaped your lips.

“Why thank you Hargrove,” you said and pushed him on your bed without even bothering to close the door. You slipped out of your shorts, only wearing your bikini. Billy pulled off his pants as well, left in his boxers. His hard-on strained against his underwear and being able to see it only got you more turned on.

He pulled you on top of him and you sat down on his lap. Gently you started moving your hips against him, hoping it will earn a reaction. And so it did.

“Kitten, are you playing with me?” Billy grunted and he let out a lustful moan. You giggled and pressed your hips down harder, causing Billy’s breath to hitch and his hands to grip your thighs hard. You raked your nails down his chest and that did it for Billy.

He picked you up, got off the bed and then put you down on your back. He got in between your legs, turning the game around. Instead of you teasing him, he moved his hands all over your body. He caressed your sides, rubbed against your breasts and pushed down on your core. In return, you gave him moans and whimpers.

“Billy please, I need more,” you moaned out and Billy smiled in response.

“Do you now kitten?” he dragged and slid his hand down towards your bikini bottom. “Something like this?”

His hand slipped underneath the fabric, down to your lips and his fingers spread your folds. He softly rubbed the length from your clit down to your entrance and back up again. It made you crazy.

“You’re so wet for me baby girl,” he whispered and brought his lips to your neck, kissing, sucking and tenderly biting at the skin. Moans eluded from your lips, edging Billy on to tease you more.

His face showed how much he loved making you crazy for him like that. He could see how much you wanted him and that only made him want you more.

For you however, Billy was taking too long so you took control by pushing him off you and jumping up from the bed. You pushed him down again and pulled off Billy’s boxers. His erection jumped up and slapped against his stomach.

“That’s what you do to me kitten,” Billy grunted, throwing his head back, enjoying the cold air flowing against his member. A giggle left your mouth before you licked a line from his balls to the tip of his cock where you closed your lips around it. Gently you started sucking and bobbing your head up and down the head of his cock. Immediately Billy’s breath hitched and grunts and moans escaped his throat. Your confidence earned a booster and after a few more bobs you pushed your head down as far as possible. His tip gently hit the back of your throat, causing Billy to grab onto your hair and pull softly. In that moment the sounds that left Billy’s lips were worth the lack of air.

“Baby if you keep doing that, I’ll cum,” came out from between Billy’s clenched teeth. In the same second he pulled your face away from him, your lips letting go of his member with a wet pop. Your lungs filled with air again and Billy threw his head back while his cock was glistening with pre-cum and saliva. He got back up from the bed, grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards him at the edge of the bed. He turned you around so you’d be on all fours. He lined his cock up with your entrance and slid his tip in between your folds. You could feel his throbbing head against your sensitive clit and you let out a moan in response.

“You ready for this baby?” he asked in a breathy voice.

“Yes Billy, please,” you moaned. As soon as those words left your lips Billy pushed forward, letting your walls adjust to his member for two seconds before thrusting all the way. Immediately both of your moans started mixing with whimpers and heavy breaths.

His pace was relentless, making you lose every train of thought. His hands were on your hips, moving your body with his so he could get as deep as he possibly could.

“Your pussy feels so good around me, kitten,” he said with a breaking voice.

Your legs started shaking from the pace Billy kept up but you barely felt it. You were consumed by the boy who was fucking your brains out. The shaking got even worse when Billy moved one of his hands to your clit and started circling the nub. Then the knot in your stomach started forming even quicker and you felt the pleasure building up, close to release.

“Baby, I’m gonna-” Billy started but got cut off by your moans intensifying. He felt your walls clenching around his member which was what finally pushed him over the edge as well. His hands dug into your hips as he held you in place, his cock buried deep inside you. You felt his cum filling you up, making you moan one last time before dropping down on the bed. Billy carefully pulled out and went to lie down next to you.

“I wish my mom’s car broke down earlier,” you chuckled, moving your head onto Billy’s shoulder while he wrapped his arm around you. Billy laughed and pushed a kiss on your forehead, pulling you closer to spend the rest of the afternoon cuddling.

[hwknshellfire]

midnight visitor - billy hargrove x harrington!reader

pairing: billy x harrington!reader

summary: billy climbs in your window after an episode with his dad and you try to hide your relationship from your big bro steve

length: 1.9k (i got carried away with soft!billy)

warnings: mainly fluff, soft!billy, mentions of sex, mentions of abuse (billy's dad)

a.n: set around s2/3 ish? there are no volume 2 spoilers in this post!

It was late on a Tuesday night and as usual, you were doing homework, books sprawled out on your bed. You’d been at it for hours and your eyes stung but there was a huge test coming up that you couldn't fail. It would ruin your whole Harrington reputation and since your older brother, Steve, graduated, it was up to you to continue the family legacy.

The problem was, you didn’t care much. It’s not that you didn’t care about your education, because you did and you were grateful. But your parents (when they were around) would put immense amounts of pressure on you and you hated it. Steve managed to break away from it a bit and a part of you hated him a little for it, but you couldn’t blame him. If you could, you would forget about an Ivy League school and stay in Hawkins with your friends, get a job and have the life you actually wanted. And it was thanks to a certain someone who helped you realise what you actually wanted, not your parents - Billy Hargrove.

You’d met on his first day of school when he’d waltzed in late to your math class and his entire persona dripped of Bad Boy. And yet, there was a certain nervousness to him as he sat beside you, fingers drumming on the desk repetitively. After a while, it got on your nerves enough for you to place your hand on top of it to stop the incessant noise. He had blinked and looked at you - and that was it. You had fallen head over heels for him.

No one could know, at first. If your friends (and Steve) found out that you were dating the school’s, hell, Hawkins’, biggest bad boy then you would be murdered on sight. It didn’t take Billy long to replace your brother’s ‘King Steve’ place and even though you were fairly popular too, you still couldn’t tell anyone that Y/N Harrington was in love with Billy Hargrove. But, steadily, people found out. Max and Lucas were first after they caught you and Billy in the middle of things after school one day and you swore them to secrecy. But of course, Lucas told Dustin, Mike, and Will. And if the boys knew, it was only a matter of time before your brother found out.

Somehow, it had been a month and Steve hadn’t said a word to you. You picked up your history textbook as you thought about it. Did Steve know? Had the boys finally told him and he just hadn’t addressed it yet or did he truly not know?

A tap on your window rouses you from your thoughts. You frowned. Did you imagine it? The clock on your bedside table told you it was near midnight. You’d been studying since seven and had barely stopped to breathe. Maybe you were just tired. But then it came again and you definitely hadn’t imagined that.

You rose from your bed, papers and books shifting at the disturbance. Your bedroom overlooked the pool and the floodlights outside barely illuminated a figure at the bottom of your window, but this was a familiar enough routine that you knew who it was. You unlatched your window and pushed it all the way up, leaning out. The night air made your bare arms break out in goosebumps and you shivered.

“Billy?” you whispered, hoping that Steve was asleep in the room next door. Your parents were away for the week so you didn’t have to worry about them, but Steve was like a watchdog.

Normally, Billy would be leaning against the wall with a smirk on his mouth and a quip ready on his lips that would always wind up with the pair of you tangled in your bedsheets and out of breath. But sometimes…sometimes he was quiet. Sad. Beaten.

Tonight was one of these times.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice almost broken. You wondered how bad it was this time.

“Come on,” you said simply. He always waited for permission before entering your bedroom and you found that sweet, even in the state he was in. Slowly, you watched him climb up the side of your house, using the windows and pipes and the sheer strength of his muscles to pull himself into your window. You helped him in and pulled the window back down as quietly as you could but you stumbled and it landed with a clatter. You tensed and both you and Billy waited for sounds of Steve. Sure enough, his footsteps sounded down the hall and there was a knock on your day.l “Y/N? Everything alright in there?” Steve voice came from outside your bedroom door.

“Yep, all good!” you called back, hoping you were convincing. “My window got stuck again.”

“Oh, okay. Well, night!” Steve replied and you listened to him leave, only relaxing when you heard his bedroom door close again.

When you turned around, you gasped. Billy’s eye was almost swollen shut and there was a lovely, vicious bruise forming along his jaw. His top lip was also split, slightly swollen and dried blood painted it. Your heart sank to the floor. “Oh, Billy,” you sighed.

He finally met your eyes, shining with tears. “’S not that bad,” he brushed it off. “But I can’t clean it up.” You picked up on what he was asking without words, as always. He was asking for help.

You swallowed thickly and nodded. “Of course. Come here.” You led him to your bed as always and he perched on the edge, careful to move your books to the side.

As you went to your desk to retrieve your supplies for these situations, Billy glanced around your room. On his usual visits, he never really paid any attention to it. He was otherwise occupied. But whenever he showed up like this, he studied every inch of it as if by examining the walls, he was examining the inside of your brain. And, you supposed, he was.

He looked at which record you had listened to most recently (Queen’s The Works) and what books you were reading (a lot of Jane Austen, looking at your bookcase). He loved learning little details about your life that you didn’t realise he cared about. He’d also never admit it out loud but he loved listening to you talk for hours about what you loved, thinking that he had no idea what you were talking about when really he knew exactly what you were saying.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. Your back was turned but you frowned at him as you turned around, first aid kit in your hand.

“Sorry?” you repeated. “For what?”

He waved around your room. “For interrupting so late. Didn’t mean to.”

You came over and knelt on the floor between his legs. There was nothing remotely sexual about it this time and you took his hands gently in yours and made him look at you. “Billy, it’s fine. I’d rather you be here than there.” He knew where you meant. At home, with his asshole father that did this to him. You wondered what Billy had done this time that had caused his father to flip. You never asked explicitly. If Billy wanted to tell you, he would. He usually didn’t and you never pressed. But you knew it was usually about Max and how he should be more responsible for her. Which, you thought, was rather unfair. Max was her own person and god knows she had a mind of her own. Billy didn’t want to look after his step sister all the time and you understood that. But his father didn’t.

You took a deep breath as he nodded. Letting go of his hands, you unzipped the first aid kit and got to work. “This is going to hurt,” you said like always, even though he knew. This had happened enough times that he knew exactly what would happen when you pressed a cloth with alcohol to his lip to clean the wound. He hissed and you used your other hand to grip his leg to keep him still. He placed his hands on your shoulders to keep himself steady as you worked to clean up the mess his father had left.

You tried to fill the silence with distractions. “So Steve hasn’t said anything yet.”

Billy’s eyebrow on his good eye lifted in surprise. “No? Interesting.” He mumbled. “Reckon he knows I’m banging the better looking Harrington?” You gave him a look and smacked him arm very lightly, but a smile tugged at your lips. There was Billy’s humour returning. He grinned at you. “What?” he said innocently. “I’m being honest. You really are better looking than him.”

“Oh, shut up,” you scolded but your tone was entirely un-serious. “To answer your question properly, no I don’t think he knows yet. There’s no way in hell he’d be quiet if he found out what you were doing to his baby sister.”

Billy smirked. “Maybe we should tell him. I could do with a good laugh right about now.”

You set down your supplies as you finished and tossed the blood-stained cloths in the bin. “Absolutely not,” you shook your head before standing up and looking down at him. You pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “All done and all handsome again.”

He brought you closer to him and wrapped his arms around your middle. His head rested on your stomach and you gently played with his hair for a moment. “Thank you,” he mumbled into your top.

“Always,” you told him sincerely.

He sighed and pulled away. “I suppose I should get back. I’ve disturbed your study session enough.” He made to stand up but you shook your head.

“Uh-uh. There’s no way you’re going back home tonight. You know the drill, Hargrove.” He blinked at your sudden dominance and bowed his head, relenting.

“Yes, sir,” he huffed a laugh and looked at your bed, head cocked. “I would offer to put this shit away but we both know I’d mess with your system.”

“Quite right,” you nodded before gathering your study materials and quietly placing them on your desk. Then you got ready for bed as usual, turning off the main light and putting on your night light that Billy had teased you about for weeks the first time he’d visited your room. You tossed Billy one of his spare t-shirts that you kept in the bottom drawer of your dresser and the pair of you dressed for bed, removing your jeans and climbing into bed beside each other.

You laid with your head on his chest, listening to his breathing, glad he was okay. Nights like this always humbled you, grateful for the family you had even though you had your own problems. At least your parents never hurt you the way Billy’s dad did to him.

“Goodnight, princess,” Billy said quietly, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Night, Billy.” He snuggled in closer and turned the pair of you until your back was pressed against his chest. But as you moved, something shifted in the bed and fell out, landing with a hard slam on the floor.

“Shit!” you hissed, the pair of you sitting up to see a stray textbook on the floor. You’d missed one.

“Y/N?” Steve was outside the door again and you barely had time to stop him before he opened the door. As Steve’s eyes landed on you, his baby sister, and Billy Hargrove in bed together, he screamed.

“Shit,” you repeated.

As Steve began to lecture you, Billy pressed a kiss to your shoulder and muttered, “Well, I guess your brother knows.”

masterlist // requests

[vroomvroommuppett]

Birthday Morning Sex with Joseph and Dacre (18+ obviously)

They'd wake up you with soft caresses / kisses and gentle whispers

Maybe one or both of them humming 'Happy Birthday'

"G'Morning beautiful" "Birthday girl" (idk why I'd just see them saying to separate or together)

"Morning Handsome"

Boy A would pepper your face with kisses while Boy B pulls you closer into his chest and cuddles you

You and Boy A kiss starting to turn more heated while Boy B kisses your neck and caresses your body

Soon moans, curses, praises fill the room

"Daddy"

"Sir"

"Baby girl" / "Princess"

The aftercare is amazing too. They have a new bath set up while you rest and join you than they help you dress and carry you to bed

They make sure you're comfortable before and bring you your favorite breakfast in bed with some flowers and a few gifts

This day was all about you. Even more than normal

boy a is joseph and boy b is dacre for this

dacre is daddy and joseph is sir

i’m not going to add too much more to this bc this is amazing but here are my thoughts

after kisses got heated, you all were naked

one would be in your cunt and the other in your ass

it would just be sensual and slow

praises galore

breeding kink

the only thing you wanted for your birthday was a baby so they switched places once one came in you so that you’d have both of them in you

they stayed in you for a while then one went to go get a washcloth to wipe you off and then started the bath

the other carried you and you all three just relaxed while watching a crappy reality show

“happy birthday baby girl. we love you”

“i love you two too”

4 months later you found out you were pregnant with twins or triplets

[avenging-fandoms]

avenging-fandom’s fake social media posts

THE FSM I CAN MAKE!!

- instagram

- twitter

- snapchat

- text messages

- facetime call

ACTORS:

Love / Ross Butler

Traveling / Ross Butler

Admit / Ross Butler

Adopting a Dog / Ross Butler

Engagement / Ross Butler

Marriage / Ross Butler

Zoo Date / Ross Butler

First Born / Ross Butler

Disneyland / Ross Butler

Italy / Ross Butler

Night In / Noah Centineo

Visits / Noah Centineo

Facetime/ Noah Centineo

Love / Dylan O’Brien

Twins / Richard Madden

Instagram Photo Dump / Drew Starkey

Instagram Photo Dump / Drew Starkey

Instagram Photo Dump / Rudy Pankow

SHAWN MENDES: 

Wedding

Thank You

Song for y/n

Supportive Girlfriend

Revealing The Relationship

Traveling

Baby Announcement

His Birthday

VMAs - Twitter

Photographer Girlfriend

New Song

Day Off

Trip to NYC

Italy Tourists

HARRY STYLES:

Relationship

Missing you and his baby

New Song

Quaranting Together

Going Public

1D Fan

In The Studio

SHAMELESS:

-

POWER RANGERS:

Work Out / Jason Scott

MARVEL:

-

MARVEL ACTORS:

Love / Tom Holland

Best Friends turned Lovers / Tom Holland

Secret Spilled / Tom Holland

Daughter!Downey / Tom Holland

Cheater / Tom Holland

Best Friends / Sebastian Stan

Young / Sebastian Stan

His Birthday / Sebastian Stan

YOUTUBERS:

Cute / Andrew Siwicki

Engagement / Andrew Siwicki

Comments / Andrew Siwicki

Show Off / Andrew Siwicki

Babysitter / Garrett Watts

Best Friends / Garrett Watts

Relationship / Kian Lawley

New Car / Ethan Dolan

BILLY HARGROVE:

Underwear

Admiration

Photo shoot

STEVE HARRINGTON:

Appreciation

Lovely

Love / steve x male reader

STRANGER THINGS:

Girlfriend / Nancy Wheeler

DACRE MONTGOMERY:

Internet Girl

Joe’s Sister; My Girlfriend

Engaged

Date Night

Painting

Cast Love

Cook

Husband (male!yn)

Wedding

2 year anniversary 

High School Sweethearts

..Surprise?

Soccer Player

Studying

Accident

#AdoptDontShop

Traveling

JOE KEERY:

Disneyland

Honeymoon

One Year

Photo shoot

Lazy Day

Pregnancy Announcement

Spa Day

Girlfriend

RIVERDALE:

Girlfriends / Betty Cooper

Pregnant / Sweet Pea

New Baby / Sweet Pea

Prom / Sweet Pea

“Just friends” / Sweet Pea

New Serpent / Sweet Pea

Southside core five / Sweet Pea

Mechanics / Sweet Pea

Protective / Sweet Pea

Secret / Sweet Pea

Graduation / Sweet Pea

Color Party / Sweet Pea

Baby Shower / Sweet Pea

Work Out / Sweet Pea

Break Up / Sweet Pea

Break Up / Sweet Pea (pt. 2)

Long Distance / Sweet Pea

Summer Lovin’ / Sweet Pea

Sext / Sweet Pea (NSFW)

Hockey Player / Fangs Fogarty x male reader

Recover / Fangs Fogarty

Arts and Crafts / Fangs Fogarty

Girlfriend / Toni Topaz

Road Trip / Southside core four

Amusement Park / Southside core four

RIVERDALE ACTORS:

Cast appreciation / All cast

Jealous / Drew Ray Tanner

Off-Guard / Drew Ray Tanner

Behind the Scenes / Drew Ray Tanner

Love / Drew Ray Tanner

Facetime / Drew Ray Tanner (NSFW)

Work Out / Drew Ray Tanner

Cast Posts / Drew Ray Tanner

Dad / Drew Ray Tanner

New Baby / Drew Ray Tanner

Backyard Drive-In / Drew Ray Tanner

Announcement / Jordan Connor

Show Off / Jordan Connor

Doctor / Jordan Connor

New Girl / Jordan Connor

Crush / Jordan Connor

Baby Announcement / Jordan Connor

Break Up / Jordan Connor

Love / Cole Sprouse

Marriage / Cole Sprouse

Good ‘Ol Days / Skeet Ulrich

Announcement / Skeet Ulrich

Date Night / Charles Melton

Risqué / Charles Melton

Baby / Charles Melton

Date Night / Charles Melton

Hiking Trip / Charles Melton

Newborn / Charles Melton

Text Messages / KJ Apa (semi-NSFW)

Date Night / KJ Apa

Puppy Love / KJ Apa

His Birthday / Casey Cott

“Friends” / Lili Reinhart

Hype / Lili Reinhart

Hawaii / Lili Reinhart

Love / Camila Mendes

Relationship Revealed / Camila Mendes

Girl Crush / Vanessa Morgan

13 REASONS WHY:

Love / Jeff Atkins

Pool Date / Zach Dempsey

Basketball / Zach Dempsey

Road Trip / Zach Dempsey

Driving / Zach Dempsey

Surprise Date / Zach Dempsey

[glimmerlofsea]

Dacre Montgomery x Reader

WRONG POISON

Warning : drunk!reader, backstreet relationship :(, a lil bit angst... Cursing words, dacre being an asshole (maybe¿) I'll let you guys judge him

WC; 2,2k

#TALKISSA; like in the warning that you have a backstreet relationship, then you get drunk and take it all out on Dacre. I also suggest listening to the song "Let you break my heart Again" by Laufey! But I promise you a happy ending, don't worry! :D

It started with Dacre, who had a busy shooting schedule because of his ongoing project. But he can't spare any time for you.

You were at your house, waiting for him who said would visit you at 9 pm, but it was already 11 pm. You have prepared his favorite snacks, including chocolate which makes you always remember him. His no-show's got you feeling bummed, but what else is different? It was always like this and ended like this.

Every time this happens, you always go to the bar near your house—which could be said to be the bar you've always been a regular at.

Your friend is there, his name is George, he is a bartender who is definitely not a jerk like other bartenders who keep trying to harass you.

You came in your brown coat and wore black cuffs and black culottes, tied your hair in a messy bun,

When you got there you immediately took your seat, George had shown a friendly welcome when you arrived, you two did a little 'special high five' that only the two of you could do. You and George weren't that close but when it came to the bar you really were like old pal.

"As usual?" George asked as he wiped the glass with the rag he was holding.

You smiled weakly and nodded, "Always. Or give me your best shot."

"Got it, ma'am."

Going to the bar for you is not to have fun but to free your thoughts that are clumped on one side, which makes your head more dizzy than usual. And George's concoction of alcohol? Fantastic. You enjoyed every sip you took of the beer George gave you.

You're strong against alcohol, except right now you're feeling really dizzy and can't see properly.

Your cell phone rings, you see an incoming message from an unknown number,

It was from Robert, Dacre's envoy who he sent to watch over you while Dacre couldn't be by your side.

You chuckled when you saw his message which read,

"Mr. Montgomery doesn't like you being alone at the bar, and stop talking to the bartender."

You turned off your phone and put it in your bag, “He knows what.” You babbled then raised your hand to signal George to give you another toast.

But you never got that toast again since someone grabbed you, luckily you managed to pull your bag. The person was wearing a black hoodie, as if hiding his face from everyone.

You continued to smile and rolled your eyes, he took you to the side of the bar.

With him taking off his hoodie you already know who it is,

"Finally, you showed yourself?" You asked with a dazed smile, you hit your forehead so you could see clearly, because now your body is really swaying here and there if Dacre doesn't hold your hand.

Dacre didn't show any expression, he looked mad and you didn't care, he had to stop being selfish and had to know your feelings too, "You have to stop doing this."

You chuckled, "Doing this? What? Getting drunk without my precious little boyfriend?"

"Y/N." He warned, "You're drunk."

"Why? I can't get drunk? Bloody hell, once I'm drunk, I'm alone, always alone. Meanwhile, you? You're having fun laughing with your co-star, precisely girls who's in your arms."

You let go of his hand from yours, threw it away, and tried to hold back your tears as best as possible, "Can't you just think about my feelings for once?" You took a deep breath, "I'm tired. I'm tired Dacre, of this relationship. I feel like we don't even in a relationship."

Dacre took a deep breath, "I told you starting this was a consequence, right?"

You laughed in disbelief, "So you only see our relationship as a consequence? Are you fucking serious?"

"You agreed to hide this relationship, Y/N. You can't just get angry with me,"

"So you blame me?"

Dacre closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, "That's not—"

You raised your hand to stop him, "No, listen. Use your damn ears and listen up, or maybe, just maybe, try using that neglected heart of yours for once."

Dacre was silent, he had never heard you speak in a rude way like this.

"I love you, Dacre, you are the best thing," You took a breath, emphasizing the sentence you once again, "The best thing that ever happened in my life. When my world fell apart, when no one stayed in my life, not even my mother, father, and my family, but you. That's the reason I love you."

You still haven't let him speak again, "But now I realize, I was only focused on the reason I loved you and wanted to live with you. Do you even love me, Dacre? I don't remember the last time we said those words together. I can't remember when you were actually beside me, instead of sending that fucking Robert, you think sending someone will show that you love me?"

"No. That's a fucking no."

Without you realizing it, your face is already wet from your tears, this only makes you even more dizzy and you look at yourself in shadows.

"I don't want to talk to you."

Is this the end? The reason Dacre only kept silent is because he is trying to digest all the words that you are slowly spitting out, is that what you have been feeling all this time?

"Why didn't you tell me?" Dacre asked trying to hold you back but you threw his hand away,

"Like you even care enough to listen." Your reply showed a resigned smile.

You walked away from him but you couldn't help it, your head was really blowing up right now and your body was swaying, luckily Dacre was holding you, you groaned in pain,

“Did you drink vodka?” Dacre asked.

"I don't know, I drank whatever I could drink." You replied irritably while holding your forehead.

Vodka is one of the alcohols that you are allergic to, oh, how you hate it, you passed out there after letting out your smack? Unbelieveable.

You opened your eyes, groaning because you still felt the imprint pressing on your head, but you felt better,

You looked to your right where there was a framed photo of you and Dacre, you choked to yourself, "I don't even recall the last time we bothered coming here."

You and Dacre have an apartment which will later be a place where you spend time together, but unfortunately the apartment has not been lived in for a long time because of Dacre's schedule.

You looked at your clothes which had been changed into pajamas, it was clear that it was Dacre who brought you here,

You got out of bed and walked out of the room, smelling the smell of food coming from the kitchen. As much as you'd like to imagine that with that food you're still mad at him, I mean— super pissed.

You walked over to Dacre who was still busy cooking, "You up?" He asked to which you responded with a hum.

"Let's have breakfast first." he said.

Breakfast passed in silence, you weren't in the mood to talk, and you didn't want to talk to him anyway.

"Can we talk after breakfast?"

Ah, forget it, you really want to maintain this relationship, since the only one you have is the only one who chose to stay when your family just left you. It's him.

You tried to show your calm, you nodded and hummed again.

Not long after you finished eating, Dacre invited you to talk in the living room. He turned the TV volume down when he wanted to talk to you.

Seeing Dacre who still hasn't said a word makes you think of wild thoughts, "Do... Do you want to break up?" You asked breaking the silence.

Hearing that Dacre immediately looked at you and frowned in a surprised expression, "What? No! No, I don't want that."

You nod gracefully,

"Wait... Do you?" Dacre asked again after realizing your question, you looked at him and groaned, "Can't you just start talking?"

"Right, sorry."

Dacre moved closer to you, while you didn't move an inch, "Y/N, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a selfish asshole who made those evil thoughts trick you, I'm sorry because all this time you kept your feelings alone because I didn't have time to talk. I'm wasting your affection. I'm aware of that, but I won't just let you go. I can't. I love you."

Your eyes met, Dacre had only been able to stare at his feet, but when he said those three precious words he dared to look at you, "So much. So fucking much. And, yes, I realize that sending Robert was the dumbest way I ever did. I ... Just felt— Fuck, I don't even know what I feel."

"You choose your world of acting or me?"

"What?" Dacre asked, his eyes widening,

You shook your head, you averted your gaze, "No, I'm kidding, I know how much you love that world, I know very well but Dacre, it's just... Too far. Our worlds are different. Where I'm the one who wants affection and a family, you want something different, I just feel like I'm holding you back."

"Are you saying it's over between us?" His question made you look at him, tears already forming in his eyes, as if he was trying to hold them back.

You chuckled in annoyance, you cupped his cheek with your hand and stroked it softly, "Don't cry."

"Yeah, but I already made you shed tears because of me, didn't I?"

You were silent at his question— Or more precisely, a statement that is truly the truth. Dacre holds your hand to keep it on his cheek,

"I love you, Y/N. Can you give me one more chance?"

You tried, tried to pull your hand back but he held it, "For what? For breaking my heart again?"

Finally he let go of your hand, so that your hand landed on your thigh again, "Dacre. I'm not saying that if we continue this relationship it won't work, I know it will work but it will take more effort than we have been doing so far. And if I'm being honest, I can't just let you go, I just can't."

Dacre grabbed your hand, “Please give me one more chance.”

His gaze is sparkling, your feelings are really confused about whether to give him another chance or not...

"Okay." He smiled widely, but you stopped him, "But—"

"What?"

You sighed, "Don't let me feel like I chose the wrong poison again?"

Dacre smiled and kissed your lips briefly, "You have the best poison in this world."

You chuckled and rolled your eyes,

"And I canceled my second project." Dacre said which made you clench your jaw, "What? Why? Dacre, don't let my words affect your career and desires, I know you really want that project."

"That project's gonna breeze through, here today, gone tomorrow. But you, you're the real deal, stickin' by my side, not just some fly-by-night thing."

You stifled your laugh, “Such a poetic guy.”

Dacre smiled, "Your beauty's like them dope poetry quotes, straight fire and unforgettable."

"Yeah?"

Dacre nodded.

You smiled, you kissed his cheek, "I'm sorry if what I said yesterday was too rude."

"Not as rude as I have treated you all this time."

As a small laugh escapes you, it draws him closer, prompting an impassioned kiss that speaks volumes of profound yearning. Without hesitation, you meet his fervor with your own.

"You're my ride or die, darling." Dacre said in between kisses, he was literally on top of you while you two were on the couch, you broke the kiss and smiled at him, "Oh yeah?"

Dacre nodded. You chuckled and pecked his nose, “You should meet George.”

Dacre rolled his eyes and threw himself into your arms, "No, I'm not interested in meeting that guy."

"Well, now you have to! He's just as much of a chocolate maniac as you, mixing alcohol with any chocolate that comes to his mind."

Your words made Dacre raise his head, he who had been on your chest was now looking at you, you put your hands on his back, "So wild."

You laughed, "Come on! You should try his concoction. He's a good pal."

Dacre dropped his head on your chest again, "If he's a good pal he knows you're allergic to Vodka."

You rolled your eyes, "We didn't get close enough to talk about each other's allergies."

"Whatever." Dacre replied.

You played with Dacre's hair, you remembered the night you asked Dacre to wear a Billy Hargrove wig so you could braid his hair, and he immediately fulfilled your request. In your relationship, there might be numerous shortcomings, especially considering the stark differences in your worlds, but these challenges cannot overshadow the deep compassion and love you share for each other.

"I promise I'll show you off to my close friends someday." He said in your arms.

"Introduce me to Joe." You replied to teasing him, he immediately raised his head again, he raised both eyebrows, "You've got this," He pointed his finger at himself, "And still aiming for that amazing hair?"

You chuckled at the nickname Dacre had come up with for Joe, "I love you."

"I love you deeper." Dacre said then kissed you one last time before he fell again in your arms.

Don't know how much you said those three words, but you really missed each other, and Dacre really enjoyed the day off from his pile of projects—even more so spending it with the love of his life.

Author Note : I really want to put a sad ending— but I can't!!! I really can't because my fantasies only end in happy endings and I hate myself for not wanting to try sad endings... What do you think? Should I try it?

[lowaltitude]

Passive | Billy Hargrove

— Stranger Things

— Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

— x Reader (Y/N)

❪ FEM! ❫ ❪ prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ’ ❫

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𖥻 Billy Hargrove x FEM!reader, in which William “Billy” Hargrove is pushed to his limit by some girl he just met in his Biology class.

𖥻 OR in which Billy‘s charming act doesn’t fool you in the slightest.

𖥻 No connection to Stranger Things series timeline. 2.4k words

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I tapped my foot impatiently, staring at clock just wanting the day to end. It felt like every second took 100 seconds.

After contemplating skipping this class today but deciding to come I was now regretting it. All I’d done was have to sit and look infront if me at Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagen being the most obnoxious couple ever.

“Tommy will be with Nick, Daisy with Richard, Carol with Fred—“ Mrs Green’s rambling about our class pairings was cut off when the bell finally sounded. Everyone rushing to get out of their seats and go home, or to wherever they had plans to be. “Oh. And Billy your partner will be Y/N”

Perfect. I inwardly groaned. Not only did I despise partnered work, but I was with the biggest douche in the school. Mr Popular, the ladies man himself. Billy Hargrove.

I looked at Billy, watching him light a cigarette between his teeth and walk out the door without a care in the world, and I felt like slamming my head against the desk.

“Mrs Green?” I sighed, approaching her desk “Can I work alone? Or at least with someone else”

“Pairs are final, you get a new partner next semester”

I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and tell her about the things I’d heard he’d done, the way he treated people. He was constantly angry! Perpetually unsatisfied! He was just an ass! He wasn’t even passive aggressive like most of the mean people here, he was just aggressive aggressive.

“Fuck” I muttered, earning a pointed glare from the woman. Tugging my bag over my shoulder and trudging into the halls.

As I made my way out to the bus stop I spotted Billy leaned against his car, a young girl skating up and climbing into the passenger seat. He waits a moment before climbing in and speeding away from the school zone.

Another reason I knew Billy was ‘the worst’? He lived a few houses away from me, and almost every night I was woken up by him coming home at some ungodly hour with his music playing at full volume and the engine of his muscle car revving.

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I kept my headphones on the next morning, resting my elbow on the table and holing my face up as I stared out the window and contemplated why my family had to decide to live here of all places.

People hollered as Billy walked in, giving him high fives and pats on the back. Presumably for his latest ‘conquest’. Mrs Green directing him away from the empty seat next to Tommy H and towards me in the back row. And, unfortunately, he obliged.

“Hey” He smirked, nodding his head at me and giving me a once over. Ignoring him, I kept my attention on the window hoping he would think I just hadn’t heard him.

“Alright!” Mrs Green said, and I reluctantly took off my headphones, ignoring Billy’s raised eyebrow. “First group to correctly identify all the cells under a microscope will not be receiving homework tonight. You and your partner must work together to complete the list.”

Rolling my eyes, I grab one of the samples in front of me and put it under the microscope.

“Hey” Billy repeats suddenly.

“Hello” I keep my eyes on the work in front of me. Billy doesn’t seem pleased that I wasn’t staring at him in awe, he scoffs and moves closer to the table in his chair. Grabbing the microscope, he looks at the sample and furrows his eyebrows.

“What the fuck is that?”

After he moves away I pull it back to me, looking at it for a few seconds and grabbing my pen. “It’s Prophase. The first stage of mitosis” He looks at me, confusion evident on his face “The topic we’ve been working on for almost 2 months.”

“What are you listening to?” He tries to reach past me to grab my cassette player but I put a hand up to stop him, switching out the sample and looking in the microscope again.

“Fourth phase” I mumble, looking at my paper and keeping my other hand up as I write “Anaphase”

Billy doesn’t move, he just stares at me with one arm reached out, my hand blocking it, and his mouth ajar before slowly pulling his arm back.

“Metaphase” I smile, looking at the last sample, I raise my hand, Mrs Green walking over to Billy and I as I slide my open notebook to him.

“Yes?” She asks cautiously

“We’re done” I turn to Billy, gesturing with my head towards the notes.

“Uh” He looks down at it “1 was Prophase, 2 Anaphase, and 3 Metaphase.”

Mrs Green smiles and gives us a nod, pulling away the tray of samples “Nice work, I knew you would be a good pair.”

I exhale out my nose sharply, taking my book from Billy and putting my headphones back on as I look out the window again. But just as I press play on my tape, Billy leans over and pushes stop.

“Don’t you know who I am?” Does he know who he is? Despite what he might think he’s not some celebrity, he’s not Rob Lowe or John Stamos, he’s some boy that moved to a middle of nowhere town from California and thinks he can take over because women think he’s attractive.

“Yup.” I nod, putting my finger on play again “I just don’t care”

Thankfully the bell rang and I managed to rush out into the hall before meeting his infamous ‘wrath’. I wasn’t afraid of him, but I also didn’t really handle being yelled at very well.

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“You don’t care?” Billy’s voice in my ear makes me practically jump out of my skin. I hadn’t seen him all day and he decided to startle me as I walked out of the school.

“Oh my god” I put one hand to my chest “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“If you’re trying to get my attention, congratulations, you did it.”

“What? You’re so full of yourself, I do not give a shit about you or anyone else in this godforsaken town” Spinning on my heels, I turn away from him and start towards the bus.

I hear Billy groan as he jogs to catch up with me, his hands buried in his jean pockets. “Yeah, sure. I believe you” His voice is drenched with sarcasm. “I’m in a charitable mood, i’ll throw you a bone, you’re not exactly below my standards.”

“That’s disgusting” Ew. I shuddered at the thought.

I pick up speed, Billy stopping as he seems to realise i’m not joking. He stands there until i’ve taken my seat on the bus and I see him quirk his head to the side slightly before turning to walk to his car as I pull my headphones on again.

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Thankfully I didn’t have Biology the next day, and I thought I had managed to escape Billy’s sights until I found him talking to some girl right next to my locker. Leaned against my locker actually.

“Move” I huff, not in the mood to even pretend to care about seeming polite.

The girl glares at me, tossing her hair over her shoulder as Billy rolls his eyes and slides slightly to the side off of my locker. He growls when I aggressively pull my door open, hitting him in the arm.

As I shut my locker door and turn to leave the school, Billy shakes off the girl and jogs after me. “Let me drive you home, sweetheart”

“I’m sorry— Do you not know my name?”

“Of course I do” He scoffs, and I stop walking tapping my foot and folding my arms across my chest as I wait. “It’s…”

Unsurprising. “Goodbye” Billy touches his palm to the small of my back and I tense, trying to shake him off. “Stop touching me”

“Never heard that before” He mutters, putting his hand back into his jacket pocket and stopping, leaned against the school door.

“You should get used to it, because girls aren’t always going to throw themselves at you. They’re going to realise that you are a self centred idiot who’ doesn’t respect anyone, and that they deserve so much better.”

Billy only smirked as I stood their, pointing my finger at him.

“What?!” I almost shout

“Sure you don’t want that ride home?” Raising an eyebrow at him, he begins to spin his keys around his finger. I look behind me, groaning as the bus pulls away.

Begrudgingly, I stomp away from Billy and head in the direction of his stupid car. Actually, I liked his car it was really pretty. But it was stupid because it was impossibly loud.

He walked alongside me, content with my annoyance. The young red head girl leaned against the passenger side looked over her shoulder at us, sighing and moving the seat so she could sit in the back.

“No, it’s okay.” I smile at her, putting my hand in her shoulder before I duck into the back seat. Both her and Billy stare at me like i’d lost my mind.

“Get in the car” Billy huffs at the girl, presumably his sister. She takes her seat and he starts there car, I repeatedly catch her trying to look at me in the mirrors. “Where’s your house?”

“Are you serious?” The girl laughs

“Shut up” Billy spits back, and I’m tempted to kick the back of his seat as hard as I can.

She sinks in her seat slightly, her voice going a little quiet as she looks down and spins a wheel on her skateboard. “She lives next to us”

Billy smacks his lips and nods, tapping his hands on the sterling wheel and I lean forward, peering between the gap in the seats to look at the girl.

“I really don’t want to be here, don’t worry” She raises an eyebrow at me “I like your sneakers”

“Oh. Thank you…?”

“Y/N” I smile. Billy snaps his fingers, as if he had triumphed in finding out my name, and I roll my eyes. “That’s him learning my name.”

A small smile plays across her lips “I’m Max”

Nodding, I move back and look out the window, Billy brings his hand up turning up the stereo and I glance at him as I recognise the song. Great, now I have to hate this band because he liked them.

He pulls into the driveway and Max climbs out, moving the seat for me and I thank her, throwing my bag over my shoulder and starting to walk away from their house.

“Aren’t you coming in?” Billy calls after me, folding his arms and leaning in the roof of his car.

“What part of ‘I DONT LIKE YOU’ wasn’t clear?”

“Can I drive you to school tomorrow?”

“No!”

Max grabs her things and goes inside, leaving Billy watching me as I walk down three houses and straight in my front door. I can see him lighting as cigarette as I get to my bedroom and close the curtains.

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“Why do you hate me?” Billy asks, his voice low as he puts a hand by my head, practically pinning me against my locker

“Go away”

“Answer.”

“Because you’re rude, and arrogant, and I saw the way you talk to Max. You’re inconsiderate and treat women like they’re made to serve you.”

“Is that it?”

Furrowing my brows I scoff at him “You keep forcing me to be around you when I clearly don’t want to, you—“

I’m cut off when Billy decides to press his finger to the wrinkle between my eyebrows. It’s as if he had pressed a mute button because I try to continue but nothing comes out.

“I’m going to make you like me” He licks his lips, smiling as he meets my eyes “You’re going to beg for my attention”

“It seems like I already have it” I smack his hand away, but he just puts it on the other side of my head, caging me in against my locker.

“Y/N” Billy says breathlessly, and I’m almost taken back by how much softer his voice is than normal.

Realising that I was just having positive thoughts about Billy Hargrove, I shake my head and use my strength to push him back slightly. “We’re late for class”

He chuckles, but follows me towards biology. Sitting at he table and waiting, drumming his fingers on the desk. What the fuck.

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Billy was, once again, leaned at my locker at the end of the day. Girls flocking to him like he was free chocolate. As I closed my locker he waved his hands and the girls, who seemingly had extremely low self respect, did as he wished and scurried away.

“Hey” He smiled, walking along side me “Can I take you home?”

“No, thanks”

“Come on, it’ll be fun”

“I think i’d have at least the tiniest bit of respect for you if you understood what ‘no’ meant.”

“Oh sweetheart, you never take no for answer when you want something this badly”

I made a fake gagging sound and Billy rolled his eyes, grabbing my hand and planting his feet. “Let go”

“Don’t get on the bus”

“Billy.” I glare, pulling my hand out of his grip. It wasn’t even that tight it was just strange.

“Say my name like that again, I like it” I turn back to the bus and Billy sighs, jogging so he can walk backwards in front of me. “Let me drive you. Please”

Had he just actually said ‘please’ or was I delusional? I don’t know what Billy’s angle was, but I wasn’t going to fall for it.

“If you’re trying to prove a point to someone just lie and tell them whatever it is you need to say”

“What?” He stops walking and I almost run into him.

“You know, the fucking cliche. Popular hot jock gets dared by his asshole friends to make an advance on some loser. Tell them whatever you want”

“Y/N, my friends don’t even know you exist.” He holds in his laughter “I just need to make you like me for my own personal gain. Plus, then you’ll beg me to forgive all the times you berated me”

Tucking my lips into a line I stare at him, trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. Accepting his response, I turn in the direction of his car and smiling when I spot Max approaching it.

“You really think i’m hot?” Billy whispers

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to be continued…?

— now read billy’s retelling here!

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Ik I just sent one in butttt... I have another one. ROAD TRIP WITH BILLY. That's literally it.

HEYYY!!! FINALLY I HAVE TIME TO TAKE YOUR REQUEST! Thank you for requesting, as usual I apologize for my lateness 💚. So here's the fanfic where you go on a road trip with Billy! Hope you enjoy it!

Billy Hargrove x Reader

MASTERLIST

NEVER LET GO

Warning : fluffy fluff! Mentions of death, harsh words, bullying

WC; 6,2k

#TALKISSA; this one is long! And very long-winded, but personally I love it! I hope you do too! So, according to request, there will be a road trip with Billy, but first it was your suggestion, since his condition worsened due to the incident at Starcourt last year, he closed himself off and you were upset.

It all started when he saw you crying because your ice cream fell on the sand on the beach, he decided to cheer you up and give you his ice cream, you made a 'pinky promise' to be friends forever. But he broke that promise, he left without saying goodbye, what you know the day before he left he was full of anger, always shouting and cursing your name, you didn't want to lose, also shouted it and ended up you two fighting.

Teenagers, right? The next day when you wanted to apologize his house was no longer a sign of life, he left, not knowing forever or just temporarily.

Your life is like... Lacking something that can't be described, he is your only protector, continues to be your protector forever since your ice cream fell on the beach.

Until a year later when you turned 17 your mother moved to work in a city that was accidentally in the same city as Billy.

But the circumstances are different, only one year apart, but he is completely different? You often find him smoking, partying, or even making out, other than jealousy and anger there is nothing else you feel.

Of course you talk, but not talking like an old friend, Billy is more confident and certainly more arrogant, making you feel like he is starting to annoy you. He was always like this when he was in California, just didn't show it to you, or even never. He only showed it to people he didn't think were important to get to know him more, and now are you 'that person'?

Until when you really graduated from school things started to get weird. You know there have been many strange things since coming to this city, because there are many rumors circulating that there are hidden incidents hidden by the government, it's just that you are not too interested in it. Where Billy became a lifeguard, you became a staff of the Stacourt mall, more precisely an assistant to a middle-aged woman who sells antiques.

At that time you wanted to take something that was left behind at the Mall, and at that time the Mall was closed because people were diverted to the festival held by the mayor of Hawkins.

There was nothing strange except the roar of a big creature that appeared when you wanted to open the shop with the key you were holding, you thought it was a cinema sound effect, but the Mall was closed right? You looked at the source of the sound, saw a girl in her salopette style with a yellow undershirt, she fell to the floor, from there you took off your walkman, just realized that the Mall was really messy.

You ran towards her, "Are you ok—"

Not completely until you caught a big monster that covered all the night light, its height as high as Starcourt Mall, you couldn't move but pull the girl back. You know her, Jane, when you wanted to convey a warm welcome you and your mother came to Chief Hawkins and accidentally saw the girl. She is also good friends with Max.

Where the astral creature roared again you saw Billy standing straight in front of it,

You made sure again to Jane, "Are you really okay?"

She nodded in her tears.

When you looked back and caught the creature that almost grabbed Billy you ran as fast as you could to help him.

It worked, but the creature seemed really angry, it kept throwing its tentacles or whatever it was called in every direction.

"CLOSE THE GATE! NOW!"

You heard someone shouting from the walkie talkie that was stranded on the floor.

You checked Billy's condition, he still looked shocked— Of course, you were very shocked yourself.

You got up from him and sat down and knelt in front of him, you cupped both of his cheeks, the last time you saw him was when he suddenly visited your shop, and now... He was a complete mess. A razor wound was under his left eye, it was obvious how red it was.

You tucked his hair behind his ear, suddenly the loud sound came, you looked at the source and saw the creature that had completely collapsed on the floor.

You turned your gaze, seeing Billy who was staring at you with his tired gaze, "Y/N..."

You nodded, changing the direction of your hand to hold his hand, "I'm here."

"I'm sorry."

That was all he said before his body just fell onto your chest, you panicked, screaming in your sobbed, "HELP! Somebody, help!"

What was he going through? Enough with the violence done by his shameless father, and he had to go through this difficult condition that you didn't even know the cause of? You missed him and had to start a relationship again with him in this condition? Nothing could be more devastating than this.

You never left his side again, he who had become more 'quiet' was now easier for you to reach, not talking too much, but you try your best to build interaction with him. The more you pay attention to him, the more fragility in him is visible, you know he is hurt, he has no one, that's what he thinks, but he has you, you are still his childhood friends who keeps a pinky promise to be friends forever.

You just need him to say I need you, then you will always be by his side. Never and never will leave him. Robin and Steve, your work partners at Starcourt who turned out to be involved in the Starcourt incident last year, you were taken to Hawkins Lab, to be asked some questions and they made sure you would not leak information that happened at Starcourt. They said if someone knew about it then your mother would be in danger, of course you didn't want that. You don't know what happened completely, but Robin and Steve promised to explain it when the time is right and everything is safe.

Your daily life after your shift at the shop is just visiting Billy who keeps fixing his beloved Camaro because it was damaged due to last year incident, sometimes you just ramble about your daily life and he will answer "Cool." Or just his usual chuckle. But at least he can still talk to you, right? That's what you need. But you're upset, he never opens up to you, you know he needs someone, just... Can't that someone be you?

That night, when you decided to hold his hand tightly you could feel him also holding your hand tightly, as if there was something he really wanted to say but couldn't.

That day, you made up your mind to talk more openly about Billy's attitude who was slowly closing himself off.

You came loudly to his garage, about to express your argument but he cut you off,

"You there, Y/N?" He said, he was still under the car confirming whatever the term for the system in the car was.

You cleared your throat, trying to make your tone into an 'angry' or 'annoyed' tone.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Can you please give me the screwdriver on the table?"

You sighed, you had to hold back your anger to help him, "Sure."

You turned to the table, you knew which screwdriver it was, only you saw a lot of the same type of screwdrivers there...

"Which one?" You asked to make sure.

"Screwdriver, Y/N."

"Yes, I know, which one?"

"The sharp one."

You groaned, "They're all sharp, Billy!"

Suddenly Billy appeared beside you, you saw him without any clothes, making you awkward, of course you often caught him fixing cars BUT maybe with his t-shirt or his white tank top, but this?

He had black spots on his face, his whole body was sweaty, he wiped it with a towel he took from the table.

"Not all of them are sharp." Billy said taking the set of screwdrivers on his table, showing them to you, "Watch."

"This is a flat screwdriver, it may look sharp but if you look closely it will only be blunt like a hoe that is usually used to hoe the ground."

"Have you seen it?" He asked again to make sure of your knowledge.

You groaned, of course you were happy for him to talk more, but about the screwdriver? SCREWDRIVER?

You took the screwdriver from him and put it on his desk again, you guided him to sit on the garage table.

"I want to talk to you." You said looking at him.

Billy raised both of his eyebrows,

"About last year, I—" He was about to stand up but you held him to stay sitting at the table, you knew he would be angry and upset once you brought up last year's incident.

"Stay put."

"I'm fine, you good now?" He said, he stood up from the table to leave you before you could stop him.

"Billy, I'm worried about—"

"Then don't fucking be!" He yelled turning his body to look at you, he threw away his towel, you closed your mouth tightly, letting him speak, "Don't fucking be, Y/N. I'm sick of being treated like some sick person who wants to die by Max, Harrington, and the gang. Like I'm someone who needs special treatment for the rest of my life. I don't like it! I don't need anyone to worry about me, I don't expect—"

You yelled back, "Well, I'm sorry if I'm being fucking cared about you!" You chuckled in disbelief, "I cared about you, I always do. I always thought that you need someone, you need someone, don't you?"

"I don't need anyone."

You chuckled again, "Yeah? I see that you're bleeding inside, Billy, you can't fool me. Just—"

You took a breath, closing your eyes, remembering how painful it must have been to hold all that burden alone in his fragile body. Your eyes started to glaze over, making him walk towards you, "Just please, can't you just tell me what you're feeling?"

He walked towards you, chuckling, "It'll always end like this, isn't it? We fight, then tomorrow I'll leave, like forever."

"Billy."

You grabbed his hand, holding it tightly, "I'm sorry if you were treated unfairly by them, but they were worried, just like me. I saw the fear in your eyes when we talked about what happened," He was about to cut you off but you raised your eyebrows to signal him not to argue with you, "If you could share what you're feeling it would definitely ease your burden, Billy. I see, many times, you're hurting, bleeding, God, I feel so useless. I'm sorry I couldn't be there, but I'm here now. I'll be right here, hold my hand, will you?"

"I'm still afraid of myself, Y/N. I killed a lot of people— I did— A lot of people died—"

Hearing his stutter from sobbing you pulled him into your arms, feeling his skin slowly warm under your touch.

"It's not you. I know you've heard a lot of those things but it's not true, it's not you. It's okay, just cry, you can cry as much as you want, I'll dry it."

That night was filled with nothing but feelings that finally opened up from the treasure he had kept for a long time.

Billy felt satisfied, he was wearing his white tank top and just relax on the hood of his car with you.

"Are you feeling better?" You asked.

He smiled slightly and nodded, "Thanks to you." He said kissing the side of your hair, you always tried to control your breath and control yourself when he did this to you.

"That's the first step." You said.

He replied, "What?"

You looked at him, "There's another step. You know, so you can feel any better...?"

He rolled his eyes, "Hell nah. I have you."

Now you're the one rolling your eyes, "Pffttt- Biggest lie ever."

"Who said that I'm lying, Princess?" He asked smirking.

You groaned, "Whatever."

You made a thinking face, "Let's start with... Eum... How about.. A vacation!" You looked at him with a smile etched on your face, "Like a road trip!"

"Can't you see my car is still under repair?"

"Piece of cake. I help you with that."

Billy faked a laugh, "You don't even know the type of screwdriver, that's the most important thing, you know?"

You nudged his shoulder, "That's why you're going to teach me."

Billy chuckled.

You pressed your question again, "Deal? A trip?" You raised your eyebrows to tease him.

He looked at you, "Just the two of us?" You nodded, "My mom will definitely allow it, don't worry."

"Not with your two little lackeys?"

You frowned, then remembered Billy who once joked that he didn't like seeing you with your coworkers,

You laughed, "You mean Robin and Steve?"

"Yeah. I see you talk to them a lot, not to mention that Harrington who often approaches you."

You smiled, "I call it jealousy."

"Well, I call it keeping an eye on the competition."

"That's just another word for jealousy. C'mon, they're not that bad. You should hang out with them some time."

Billy let out a short laugh, "You wish."

You smiled at him, usually every night you and Billy would go to the sea to see the stars at night, but let alone in Hawkins there were stars, even the moon rarely showed itself, but it was okay as long as you could still be with him.

A few weeks passed with the drama of the mechanical errors that you made, but Billy remained patient to explain it from the beginning so that the process of his Camaro car would go up quickly. Sometimes you invited Steve, Robin, and the others to gather in the garage, instead of getting rid of Billy's loneliness and of course making him talk more to other people, not just you.

Once the Camaro was finished, you and Billy couldn't stop being happy, you who kept showing off everything thanks to yourself who kept trying, and Billy who kept fighting that all of it was his own result, so you agreed to call it your joint effort. Silly.

You closed the door of Billy's Camaro car, "Should I try to turn it on?"

You nodded happily, Billy turned the key, and the loud sound of his beloved car engine sounded, you and Billy looked at each other and started laughing happily.

"We did it!" You shouted, "Well, I did it."

Billy lost his smile, raised both of his eyebrows, he pointed to himself, "I did it."

You crossed both of your arms in front of your chest, countering his argument, "I did it. Don't you remember how you were the one who just relaxed sipping coffee and I was the one who kept working?!"

Billy chuckled, "That was a break for me because you were so slow to understand, so I had to explain over and over again, my throat was hoarse you know?"

You laughed in disbelief, "Ha! Unbelievable."

Billy grinned, "And should we try to start driving too?"

Your face lit up with excitement, "You mean the road trip I've been waiting for?!"

"No. Just driving around the complex."

You curled your lips, "Nah, I'd rather come home, my mom is in Wheeler's house, no one's home." You started to open the door of his Camaro and said goodbye, "I'll go!"

"Wait!"

You looked at Billy who had gotten out of his car, "Let me take you home."

The two of you ended up walking on the deserted streets, you were the one who suggested not to take his Camaro, to save gas for the road trip, right?

While on the road you could only talk to the wind that passed by at night, the atmosphere was cold, Billy kept hiding his hands behind his body as if he was nervous.

You looked at him and nudged him lightly, "Are you feeling better?"

Billy smiled, "I always feel better when I am around you."

You rolled your eyes, "Cool, you're not bad at lying."

"I'm not lying. How about... Tomorrow we go on a trip? To prove that I'm really okay when I'm just with you."

You smiled happily, "Really?!" You exclaimed happily, you hugged Billy briefly, "I'll see you tomorrow!"

Unexpectedly, you had arrived in front of your house, you immediately ran while waving your hands, a strong wind blew your face, makes your hair fly beautifully. Billy couldn't help it, he cut it.

"Wait!"

Before you could enter your house, you were still standing on the porch of your house, gripping the bag you were slinging tightly, turning your body back only to see Billy walking towards you in a hurry, before you could answer you were cut off by him kissing you. It was short, but for you the world went very slowly when it happened. Billy let go of his kiss, you were still staring at him, not expecting it to happen, he chuckled and stroked your hair softly, "See you. I'll pick you up at 7."

He left you in silence. You who entered the house were still silent,

"He kissed you?!" Suddenly someone hoped, you screamed in surprise, and so did that someone. "Mom!"

Your mother went towards you, happiness enveloped her, "He kissed youuu?" Your mother said with a long tone in her speech. Honestly you were confused how your mother could be home, but you smiled and nodded, from there you screamed happily and jumped for joy, spinning while jumping. "He kissed me!"

"Good job, hun!"

It's easy to guess that since childhood you've liked Billy, always, it's just that Billy always likes to belittle feelings of liking or loving someone, so you can't do anything. You spend a lot of time tonight for tomorrow, you can't wait to go on a road trip with him.

The next day Billy really picked you up at 7 am, you said goodbye to your mother.

Billy almost laughed seeing you carrying so many things, he helped you put your things in his trunk. As soon as he said goodbye to your mother you started your trip.

You put on your seat belt when Billy had stepped on his gas pedal, you took something out of your pocket, "Okay... Let's see."

Billy peeked, he saw you taking out a large map that at least almost covered all of your face, he chuckled, "You brought that?" There was surprise in his tone.

You looked at him, "I don't want us to get lost."

Billy smiled, "We don't have a destination."

"We don't?" You asked frowning and lowering your map,

Billy put his hand on your thigh and stroked it, "We'll go wherever this car takes us, mind?"

You shook your head innocently, "No. But can we go to a place I really want to visit?"

You showed your twinkling eyes, "Please?"

"Fine. Just lead the way."

You smiled, "For now you lead the way, I have plans for tonight."

Billy grinned, "At the motel?"

You wrinkled your nose, "Gross."

Billy shrugged his shoulders, "Who knows."

That morning Billy took you to a small shop that sold food, you had already left the Hawkins border, you bought a sandwich and Billy only bought his cigarettes.

You and Billy were silent in the car to rest for a while, while you were chewing you saw Billy leaning against the window smoking.

"Stop smoking." You said in an annoyed tone but also sulking because he didn't care about his health.

He cleared his throat, "Hm?"

You swallowed your sandwich, curling your lips slightly, "Stop smoking, can't you?"

He smiled, "Are you jealous with a pack of cigarettes?"

You scoffed, "I told you—"

"You don't get jealous easily, blah blah blah, yeah I know." He mocked your way of speaking.

You threw the aluminum sandwich wrapper at him, "Shut it, I warned you."

Billy chuckled, "Or what, princess?"

"I'll kick your ass..?" You said sounding unsure.

Billy raised both corners of his lips,

You cut your sandwich and gave it to him, "Here, eat some, you need to eat, dickhead."

"You fed me?"

You wrinkled your nose and groaned, "Fine."

Luckily you bought two sandwiches instead Billy was hungry, so you finished the two sandwiches with Billy, and of course he was the one who asked you to feed him.

You proposed this road trip to make his condition better, so you wouldn't talk about the past and let him open up to you on his own.

On the way you passed many things, sometimes catching a small family—but the family with parents who were the same age as you, as long as they were happy you also smiled when you saw them. There is also an old couple who were silent on the chair looking at the view of the afternoon sky, you stole a glance at Billy, hoping that you could be together until you grew old. You also saw in some alleys people who were bullying.

"Where are we?"

"Angola, I guess."

Angola, a city known for its less strict government system, or its laws that are too trivial, news circulated in the newspaper when there was a victim of sexual harassment against women in Angola and the police really did nothing.

You groaned, "Can you stop the car?"

"Why?"

"Please?"

Billy couldn't refuse you, he immediately stopped his car, "I saw a group of young people gathered in the alley, they looked like they were bullying..." You looked at Billy, "So..."

"Nope. No, Y/N. We're not here to mind other people's business, don't worry okay? We'll be passing Angola soon."

"Billy, I'm not worried about where we've gotten, I've seen it and I can't just stand by. Can we— Can you at least like... Bring out your rebellious skills for them?"

Billy frowned, "Seriously?"

"You're like a gangster when you hang out with Tommy Hagan." You replied not wanting to lose to him.

"I promise, after this we can go anywhere, or I'll drive for you if you're tired!" You exclaimed excitedly.

Billy chuckled briefly, "No, thanks." He immediately got out of his car, you mocked the way he spoke for underestimating you.

You lead the way to the alley where you see a group of young people,

You point towards them, "There."

Billy stubbed out his cigarette, you held back your laughter because of seeing the changes he showed, slowly he became fierce, and you liked it, especially his black leather jacket and denim pants that supported him to be a hero to fight them.

"Hey!" Billy exclaimed, you followed him from behind.

You saw a boy with a hat embracing the other boy beside him In a rude way who was only wearing a t-shirt, all of them totaling 5 of them and none of them responded to Billy's call. "Are you deaf or what?" Billy said.

The boy wearing the hat laughed out loud, "Who are you, man? Mind your own business."

"Yeah, well, I bet you don't want to know who I am, kid." You smiled faintly seeing Billy who seemed to be 'pretending to be senior'.

"You're not from around here." His suggestion was one of his friends who wore a bandana on his hair. Billy nodded, he licked his lips with his tongue, "Yeah, that's why you can't mess with me. How about... Let that jerk go." The boy wearing the hat smiled, pointing at the boy he mentioned, "Him? Okay."

Billy frowned, "Okay?"

"Jess, take her." The boy named Jess reached for your hand, but you threw his grip away, taking a step back, "Don't you dare touch me, asshole."

Billy pushed the boy— Jess who touched you until he was cornered against the wall, Billy grabbed his collar, "You fucking touch her? Feeling kinda down about life, huh?"

Jess laughed, Billy immediately punched him, you pulled his body, "What the hell? I told you, just use your gangster skills, don't hurt them."

"Yeah, but he touched you, didn't he?"

You sighed,

The boy who was wearing a hat laughed, "It's fair, you get him, I get the girl."

"How old are you? Thirteen or something? You look like you peed yourself."

He looked furious and angry, throwing his hostage friend away so he moved to the back, "I'm fifteen, you idiot."

You let out a laugh, taking a step forward, "Fifteen? FIFTEEN?!"

He frowned hearing your hysterics, "The fuck is wrong with her..."

"No, the fuck is wrong with you guys! Oh god, I can't believe I was almost molested by a child who is still spoiled by their parents."

"We don't—"

You stopped him, "Shhh! Adults are talking."

Billy chuckled, apparently your 'bossy' and talkative attitude could distract them, when you were the one who lectured them, Billy was able to pull the boy who was being held hostage by the gang.

"—don't let me see you guys again." You said about to leave them but you turned around again to give a signal from your hand that was slitting your throat. They immediately ran, "Let's go!"

"Coward." You whispered seeing them running.

You walked towards Billy who was already side by side with the bullied boy, "You okay?" You asked, Billy was about to answer but he realized you threw your question to the boy.

He nodded, his appearance was shabby, "Have you eaten?"

He looked at you and Billy alternately then shook his head.

Billy moved his mouth without speaking, "You said you only saved him?"

"He hasn't eaten!" You also said without making any sound.

Billy rolled his eyes, your road trip together would be cut short because you helped the homeless boy because you were the one who relied on your pity—at least that's what Billy thought. Billy reluctantly took you and the boy named Johnny to the nearest convenience store.

You bought Johnny instant milk and fast food which he immediately ate.

Once he finished eating he immediately drank his drink in one gulp.

"Thank you, Miss." He said, you smiled, "Call me Y/N. Where do you live?"

He looked towards a DVD store, "Near that store."

You nodded, while you were the one who had the conversation with him Billy just sipped his coffee, you didn't let him buy another cigarette.

You took out your money, "Here. For you."

"Thank you, Miss Y/N." He sounded still stiff but his gratitude was really radiated when he let out that smile, he immediately ran towards his house.

"Is that all? Why did you give your money? He could have used it to buy weed or—"

You hit his stomach using your elbow, "Isn't that you?"

You walked to go towards Billy's car, Billy followed you, "Hey, I'm not buying weed anymore."

You rolled your eyes,

"See that? You could handle it alone, why are they so scared anyway?"

You smirked, "I told them, the witch who ruled Angola is back."

Billy burst out his laughter, "Do you think they believe it?"

"Oh c'mon! It's a legend in Angola, and they're already scared too. Problem solved."

Billy chuckled, he put his arm around your shoulder, kissing the side of your hair, "You're a genius."

"I know." You said smiling, in your heart you wanted to scream because he kissed you again—even though it wasn't where you wanted.

The evening had arrived, you and Billy decided to rest near the lake on the side of the road.

There was a chair there, Billy put his head on your lap and you would feed him the snack you brought from the car. Honestly, you asked to stop for a moment so you could read the novel you brought, since if you read in the car you couldn't focus.

Billy would touch your hand if he wanted you to feed him again, even though he actually wanted your attention to be diverted to him from the book.

"I don't want some snacks." Billy said, you lowered your book to look at him,

"Do you want us to continue going again?

"No."

"Then what?"

"Put your book down, you're on a road trip to spend time with me, not with that damn book."

You smiled and put your books in his backpack.

"Do whatever you used to do when you played with my hair." He said closing his eyes.

You smiled and started playing with his hair that was getting longer. He changed a lot. His facial muscles became more pleading, but he still tried to act strong in front of you.

You put your hand on his stomach, and he covered your hand with his, you just looked at the lake and the setting sun.

"Do you miss Cali?" You asked.

"I always do." He replied without opening his eyes even once.

He held your hand, "And you. I always miss you, I always wonder what you'll do on Saturdays."

You chuckled, "Since you left?"

"Well, you always come to my house to play with my hair on Saturdays."

You smiled, "I added a wig to Kola to braid."

"Your dog?"

You cleared your throat,

"He's still alive?"

"Yeah, mom always pouts about Kola since I'm busy paying attention to your condition."

Billy smiled thinly, very thinly, and opened his eyes, you looked at him, touching his lips, "I miss that smile."

"Yeah?"

You nodded, he got up from your lap,

"This smile only appears when it's with you."

"You're so good at lying—"

He kissed you. You thought last night was just him not thinking straight, but he kissed you again?

He cupped both of your cheeks, deepening the kiss.

Now you were starting to believe that childhood friends between a girl and a boy never be able to walk without connecting a 'feeling'.

You let go of the kiss,

"Stop saying that I'm fucking lying." He said.

You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders, "That's the only way so I can get a kissed from you."

Billy grinned, "Want another kiss?" He started kissing your whole face, making you laugh in amusement. There was nothing happier than this.

Seeing the sun really setting, you and Billy immediately headed to the place you wanted to visit, you didn't tell him but directed him from the map.

You almost got lost if Billy hadn't said that you were holding the map upside down. Throughout the journey, Billy always stroked your thigh, and you always kissed his cheek briefly. You couldn't lie, you always found him as the cutest boy back then, if only he was more sensitive and opened his eyes, then he would see you who had a crush on him.

When you got there, it turned out that you invited Billy to a fun fair in the city of Goshen.

"Really? a fun fair?"

You smiled teasingly at him, kissing his cheek again, "C'mon," You got out of the car. While Billy was still silent, he secretly loves being kissed on the cheek. So throughout the journey when you kissed his cheek he tried to play it cool, even though his heart really wanted to explode.

You walked to the plate that already had the word 'WELCOME' written on it, many neon colors lit up there, you looked at Billy, "C'mon!"

Billy chuckled seeing your enthusiasm, he really felt better. Better than anything.

You tried various rides, starting from putting the basketball into the ring but visiting didn't get a single point, making Billy step in and win the highest score, you kept cheering for him, because Billy won, you brought a big whale doll.

You also bought an animal headband and put it on Billy, actually this was more of a 'date' that Billy thought would never come. He always thought a good and cool date was a date at an expensive restaurant and taking the girl to a hotel. But a fun fair? Not bad either, he actually liked it better.

You kept holding Billy's hand as you walked looking for another ride,

"How about roller coaster?" You called out to Billy.

It doesn't end well. His headband flew off somewhere, he was initially confident, but then he immediately threw up. Making you rub his back to make him feel better, you couldn't stop laughing at him, but felt sorry for him.

"You didn't say you caught a cold easily!" You said, still wiping Billy's face with the tissue you brought in your small backpack.

"Well, you're so excited to ride that deadly ride."

You held back your laughter, "Who would have thought Billy the bad boy would lose to that ride?"

Billy rolled his eyes, "I'm not ready yet."

You smiled, you took your headband and put it on Billy's head, "How long do I have to wear this thing?"

"Until I get tired of seeing you wear it." You replied, making him groan.

You looked around, people were still going around trying all the rides, but seeing Billy who looked tired, probably because he was the one who kept driving, made you decide to look for food.

Once you finished looking for food and were about to go home, you just realized there was a 'Fortune Teller' tent which meant there was a fortune teller there.

"Can we go there?" You said holding your whale doll tightly in your hand and using the other hand to point to the fortune teller's tent.

Billy groaned, "Are you kidding me?"

"Pleaseee, it'll be fun!" You said.

"Please, please, please." You begged while jumping up and down excitedly.

Billy looked at you in amaze, of course he knew how much you liked tarot cards that were related to fate, so he couldn't disappoint you. But first, Billy put your bag down to the car, then you go to the tent.

"Welcome."

You are a little surprised to see a middle-aged woman wearing a clairvoyant dress. "Hello." You said she greeted her then sat in front of her with Billy.

"$5 please." She said.

You take out your money and put it on the table. "I don't need to see your happiness, you have each found your own happiness, right?" The clairvoyant asked with a sincere smile on her face. You smile at Billy, and so does he, suddenly she reprimands your hand, "How beautiful your story is, honey. In the midst of various difficulties with him on the brink of death,"

Hearing that Billy immediately remembered the incident last year, but you held his hand tightly with one hand, he knows you will always hold his hand and everything will be fine.

"If that is his will, then let it be together, don't think too much about complicated things, it can also be a problem for you." You smile faintly hearing her words, why is that the only thing you want to discuss? You are here to hear a happy destiny, but get like a death warning?

She looked at you and Billy alternately, "You, young boy. She was your first kiss, wasn't she?" You widened your eyes, wanting to leave but she was clearly still holding your hand.

Billy chuckled, "No, she wasn't."

"Yes she was." She replied with her determination.

You broke out in a cold sweat, Billy looked at you while asking, "Thank you very much!" You immediately took Billy out and pushed him slowly to get out of the tent. "Y/N." Suddenly, she called you,

You frowned, "You know my name."

She smiled, approached you and gave you a pendant, "Darkness will be your companion, it doesn't discriminate, I can only help by giving you this." Your whole body shook, you took the pendant and put it in your pocket, you tried to stay polite, "Thank you." You got out of her tent, as much as you were worried about her words but you had to explain it to Billy right?

"You were my first kiss?!" He exclaimed.

You looked away, "Maybe..." Your voice was very small.

"Look! Hannah always approaches you, and when we had a sleepover, you were already asleep and I..." You closed your eyes in embarrassment, "I kissed you. But seriously! It was just a short kiss!"

Billy was chuckled, "Middle school?"

You rolled your eyes, "Yes."

Billy smiled and approached you, putting his hands on your waist and you put your hands on his neck, "I'm glad you were my first kiss."

You smiled, "Why?"

"They say the first kiss will bring happiness, and lead to marriage."

You patted his chest lightly, "I... love you." Billy flinched for a moment, but he didn't hesitate to throw it back at you, "I love you more."

He kissed you sincerely and affectionately.

If in a fairy tale you have found your ending, but is this really the ending of your story? Will there be something in the way? Like Cinderella's stepmother who hinders her stepdaughter's happiness? Like the witch who doesn't want Snow White to take her throne of beauty? Hearing those words from the psychic makes you think that your life is just a fairy tale. But you hope your fairy tale can end with a happy ending.

Author Note : I've been holding on to this request for 2 weeks or more... and I feel guilty, sorry and thank you for requesting @patrickbatemanswife1987 💚, I hope you like it!

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Dacre Montgomery x Reader

JUST LET THE PAIN REMIND YOU HEARTS CAN HEAL

Warning : Mentions of cheating, jealous!reader, a little bit of romance (kissing)...? I don't know how to sayy ittt, if you interested just try to read it, issea ♥!

WC; 1,8k+

#TALKISSA; its like you came to Dacre's apartment at night because you caught your boyfriend cheating on you for the umpteenth time, he lets you in, you spend the night there, and you really make it clear that the relationship between the two of you is just 'friends'. But feelings can change over time right? When you rejected that feeling, Dacre wanted to try new things.

Apologizing several times will not change him, nothing will change within him. Always ending with a different girl and a different moan.

You knew the status of you and your boyfriend was still unclear when you caught him cheating for the third time, but you didn't think he would move into someone's heart so quickly.

You're done. Everything related to him is over. You left his apartment, which at that time was still where you lived ( luckily you hadn't completely moved your belongings. )

You went to your friend's apartment not far away that night, your mascara was already dripping down your cheeks, you really didn't want to cry but this time the tears just came out without your permission.

The sound of the door opening, Dacre—your friend who was already wearing his pajamas was standing in front of you, as much as you wanted to complain about your boyfriend's shitty behavior but seeing him in chocolate pajamas made you chuckle in between your tears. Turning around from him who immediately pulled you in,

"What happened? Are you nuts? It's very cold outside, haven't you seen the news that the temperature can reach—"

You sighed and looked up at him to cover his mouth, "I don't need you to say 'I told you', but he did it. Again."

"See? I told you." Even with his mouth hiding behind your hand, you can still hear his chatter. You rolled your eyes and threw yourself on the sofa.

Dacre landed himself next to you, he stroked your thigh gently, "That fuckers doesn't deserve you."

"No one deserves me, I guess."

You felt it, Dacre tried to argue even though he didn't show it, "Well, there has to be someone, Y/N/N. Trust me."

You chuckled and looked at him, "Trust men? I'll pass. It's bullshit."

Dacre smiled, "Did you just throw out Nancy Wheeler's iconic line?"

You smile, even in the storm you go through there is a rainbow like Dacre which always makes the storms in your life more beautiful. You know that Dacre is definitely tired of your love problems, because you are too, but what else? Far from the city, the yard and the only person you have are him.

"Natalia isn't here?"

You ask that because sometimes the apartment belongs to Natalia and Dacre, whose friendship could be said to be much closer than you and him.

"Out of town with Charlie."

You nodded and got up from the sofa, "Mind if I stay here for the rest of the night?"

"Not at all." Dacre replied.

You smiled and were about to go to Natalia's room to put her in, "I'll use Natty's room."

"Nooo!"

Hearing Dacre's long scream made you look at him with a frown, "What's up with you, Montgomery?" You asked, narrowing your eyes because you were suspicious of his behavior.

But he acted normal, "Nothing. Natalia told me her room was a mess, so I guess you must be not comfy, right?"

You shrugged your shoulders unsure of your answer.

"Use my room." Dacre asked.

"Only if you sleep with me." You said smiling at him, you could see his cheeks which were immediately red and his ears which were really red, you laughed because of his body's reaction, you approached him and pinched both of his cheeks, making him groan, "you're such an adorable man ever!"

Dacre just rolled his eyes,

"But I'm serious, sleep with mee! I miss the times when you told me stories about various types of chocolate."

"You okay with that?"

You held back your laughter, "Should I not be okay? Besides, we're not gonna do anything! Friends, right?"

His expression changed, he just nodded and walked past you, you chased after him, "Wait for—"

"Clean up yourself first, chipmunk."

You squeaked at the old nickname he could use, Dacre said you sounded like a chipmunk the first time he met you. Making you throw the pillow on the sofa at his back and immediately run away to the bathroom.

Almost 3 weeks after the incident occurred, you returned to your usual activities, namely as a daily news journalist.

It's almost noon and you go out to look for lunch, until you see Dacre walking with a girl around your age on the main street and he has no problem with the paparazzi taking their photos.

You also didn't have a problem at first and didn't even care, maybe it was just one of his co-stars, right? But when he started wrapping his arms around her waist and started whispering things and laughing and— You let out a small scream to yourself. Moving your arms to cross in front of your chest, you didn't want to think about that. But deep inside you feel... Jealous... You're not sure if that word is the right word but you feel that only that word can describe your feelings.

You returned to your office to continue the news you were writing. You realized it was getting late, then you decided to go home. You left your office.

You went down to the lobby and saw a familiar figure.

John. Your ex.

You rolled your eyes, "How did you get in here?"

"I have so many ways, darling." He replied with a creepy smile and walked closer to you.

"Get out or I'll call security."

"Oh, I doubt any security will be up tonight. This is the lobby after all, can't I wait here?" He said with a grin, "Didn't I tell you not to come home late? You're learning to be a brat, aren't you? Just for me, huh?"

You tightened your jaw, “I'm nothing compared to any of the girls you've ever fuck.”

"Bitch, you—"

You were really excited to start this beating with him, but you gasped when you saw a hand land on his cheek, making him stop and fall on the floor.

You widen your eyes when you realized that the man was Dacre, you immediately pulled him away from John, you didn't want any rumors, let alone tarnishing Dacre's reputation as a celebrity. You put your hand on his back and the other on his chest to calm him down,

"Call her that again, and you won't be spelling anything anytime soon."

John chuckled and got up from his fall, when he felt Dacre move forward, you grabbed his arm by the collar, "Don't. He's not worth it." You really couldn't recognize Dacre now, he really looked very angry, there was no longer any blush appearing on his face, there was only paleness and redness.

"Security!" Call you when you realize the officer has returned to the lobby,

After finishing John with the Security, you take Dacre to walk around the city.

You kept silent during the trip, you still clearly remember when Dacre said he wouldn't interfere in your romantic relationship and would only listen to your ramblings. But this time he broke his rules, even though you knew he was there to defend you but still, he should think about himself too right? What impact would there be if the paparazzi caught a photo of him hitting another man?

"Y/N—"

You stopped and let out a harsh breath when you looked at him, he stopped in his tracks, "I really want to scold you, you know! But I can't, damn it." You turned your gaze the other way, "Thankyouforstandinguponme." You said it quickly feeling a little embarrassed.

Dacre chuckled, "What? I can't hear you." It's clear he wants to mock you.

You rolled your eyes, "Thank you for standing up on me."

"I will do it over and over again. For you."

You shook your head, "Don't. Don't do that for me, I know you care about me, I care about you too, Dacre, I want to protect you too, but I think you already have someone?"

Dacre frowned, "What do you mean?"

"When I was looking for a lunch, I saw you walking with another girl...?" You groaned, “Ugh, I don't know, I'm not sure, but it's totally you. And I just want you to know how I feel, I really tried to avoid it but I couldn't, fuck.”

"What do you feel?" Dacre asked straight to the point.

His steps approached you, making you tremble with a twist that was so full of hope, and you were completely lost in it, "Tell me."

"I'm jealous. Don't know because I know I'm not the only best girl you have or—"

"Well, you know what? Screw it."

He reached for your waist which made you flinch and he crashed into your lips.

So... Indirectly, you also let the paparazzi take photos of you to use as rumors, but you don't think about that, you just want to get lost in the moment that you could say you've been waiting for all this time.

You moved your hands to Dacre's neck, before doing that you traced his chest with your hands and finally your hands wrapped around Dacre's neck.

The kiss was slow and gentle but Dacre really tried so that you would never forget the first kiss you two shared. He tried to make that moment an iconic moment like Nancy Wheeler's line.

Dacre must be a real expert because he has absolutely no problems with his breathing! You pushed him gently to catch your breath,

"You're trying to kill me!? I knew it!" You exclaimed as you took a deep breath.

Dacre chuckled, "This is just the beginning." He showed a grin, making you hit his chest lightly and chuckle, "You look like you want to pounce on me."

When you laugh, Dacre doesn't show his laughter at all, but closes his lips and locks his gaze towards you, you feel intimidated,

"Get that shit thought out of you, Harvey!"

He laughed, you always said his last name— I mean his real last name when you were angry or annoyed because of his behavior.

He pecked your nose, "I love you not just as a friend, get it?"

You smiled and nod your head, then your face went flat, "That doesn't explain who the girl you went out with this afternoon was! Tell me who she is."

Dacre smiled, "it's Saskia. Remember my sister?"

You clenched your jaw, "Are you kidding me?! She looks taller! Jesus when was the last time I saw her?"

"She was sent to the girls' dorm, remember?"

You nodded, "Ah-ah, I remember. You're sneaky! You'll pay, just watch me."

He chuckled and put his other arm around your waist, you two walked as usual again,

"I don't think so. I'll mark you if you're mine," he whispered in your ear and bit it, making you groan and chuckle, "So, there's no man you can take to fool me."

You looked at him, turning, “Am I talking to Dacre Montgomery orrrr Billy Hargrove?”

"Both of them, baby. They are fighting to get a chance to talk to you,"

Pet names. You can't get crazier than that! Oh, finally, you are his.

"And mark my words."

"What's that?"

He kissed your hair, “I will never make your eyes darken and close like that shitty man did before.”

"Can I keep it?"

Dacre nodded, "Even if you don't want to keep it, I will force you, babe."

You chuckled, "Ah, it's weird, but I love it too."

Friends to lovers. You won't believe that this really exists, let alone happening in your romantic life. But you are truly grateful for having Dacre as your partner. A truly perfect man in your eyes. And you are his.

Author Note : EUMM... THERE'S NOTHING I CAN SAY ACTUALLY. buuttt thank youuu for reaadinggg!!!

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Assertive (3) | Billy Hargrove

Passive, as told from Billy’s POV.

- Stranger Things

- Passive. Reader’s POV

- Part One.  Part Two. Part Three.

- x Reader (Y/N)

❪ FEM! ❫

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𖥻 original prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ‘

𖥻 no connection to Stranger Things series timeline. 5.2k words

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Y/N had started avoiding me more than normal, and to counter her sneaky little attempts to get away from me I was taking matters into my own hands.

It became habit to wait by her locker at the end of the day, almost giddy with excitement that i’d get to see her again. Much like a dog waiting at the door for his owner to come home. Max and I waited together at my car in the mornings for her, somehow Y/N had made us get along. She was common ground, someone we both liked. Although I now was starting to wonder if I thought of her in a different way than I intended to.

Max told me it was strange how I was acting, and people had started to notice that I was distracted. They hopefully didn’t know I was distracted by a girl, though.

But I know they had noticed my lack of dates recently, and I’d even had to ‘talk’ to a few guys when they noticed Y/N. Commenting on her laugh, her smile, her body, they didn’t deserve to be around her while I had to work for it. I’d heard Carol tell them it was just because she was doing my assignments and I wanted her focused, but she didn’t know anything. I’d actually studied since meeting Y/N, and it wasn’t torture, it gave me something we could talk about even if it was mundane.

The girl sighed beside me as she wrote in her notebook, making me look at her in admiration. Moving my seat slightly closer to her, I made just enough contact so that she wouldn’t think it was intentional. I wanted to be… nonchalant, casual as I approached these new and unnerving feelings.

Originally, all I had wanted was to make Y/N admit she didn’t hate me so that I could continue with my life, but she had become something of an obsession.

I couldn’t understand why exactly it was her that I wanted, she was beautiful sure, but I wasn’t usually interested in putting in effort.

There were a list of things I wanted to do with her that I didn’t know I wanted to do, like how on Saturday we’d watched a movie together. And of course, there was a list of things I wanted to do with her that I’d done a few of times before.

It would be different though.

My eyes hadn’t moved away from her, she tapped her fingers on the table and I let my mind wander. Two pictures playing in my head; one of her nails digging into my skin as she said- Screamed- my name and the other how nicely her hand fit with mine. It was contradictory.

Clearing my throat I looked back at my book and watched from the corner of my eye as she glanced at me “What is an Allele?”

Scrunching my nose, I read the first word I saw on the page. Y/N laughed and I felt like I was going to melt, she had laughed at something I said, not a fake laugh at a pick up line but a melody of real laughter.

Looking at her, our eyes met and I wanted her to tell me that she was just as confused as I was. That her head was a million different thoughts but all of them lead back to one simple thing; Me.

“It’s a heredity gene” I raised an eyebrow at her “You get two alleles for each gene, one from your mum and one from your dad, it can determine things like your hair or eye colour”

I nodded slightly but still didn’t understand completely. I had contextual clues but I wanted to hear her voice “… What?”

“You have blue eyes, so either one or both of your parents alleles must have a dominant blue eyed gene.”

I sighed, she’d noticed. I tapped my finger on the page and tried not to smile like an idiot. “You like my eyes?”

“I didn’t say that” Someone sounds a bit defensive.

“But you noticed they were blue”

“Because you’re always staring at me like you’re going to, I don’t know, murder me. You practically kidnap me every morning and afternoon now”

I couldn’t hold back my smile much as it only grew. Kidnap. Don’t girls all want a knight in shining armour, a prince with a carriage, to come and sweep them off their feet and ride off into the sunset?

Or did I have to physically pick her off the ground and carry her to my car for that clause to be valid?

“You’re so defensive.” I laughed “It’s alright Y/N, I know how pretty I am. I know how irresistible I can be” I put my arms up, flexing and trying to show her I was in peak physical fitness. I hadn’t seen her looking at anyone so I didn’t know if she had a ‘type’. Did she like jocks or not.

She smiled for a split second before I looked back at her, watching as she shook her head in fake disapproval and went back to writing. Rolling my eyes, I stopped flexing and put my arms back on the table.

Using my arm to nudge her and waiting for her to meet my eye line again. “By the way, you have to wait for me after class”

“Why?”

“Just please wait at your locker, okay?” She didn’t respond, only looked back at her work and I hoped for the best. She could easily just leave, and probably run into Max on the way. The idea of them having fun together without me made me angry. I wasn’t annoyed she was close with my brat step-sister, I was annoyed Max had gained her trust faster than I had without even thinking about it.

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Coach blabbered on about his plans for the basketball game today, nothing he said being of use to our team since his plays never worked, and my eyes wandered to the clock above the lockers. I began to tap my foot, ignoring that Steve Harrington was staring me down.

I felt my nerves bubbling inside me, wondering if Y/N would just leave. Could the coach just shut up already so I can go and find her?

As the bell rang, Coach ended his dull speech and left us to our own free will to prepare for the game. I happily bounced up and grabbed my jacket, pulling it over my uniform and hastily running my hands through my hair.

“Where you off you?” Jason, one of the jerks on the team asked. That wasn’t really any of his business. Jason fucking Carver, bible thumping narcissistic ass-wipe.

Ignoring him, I almost sprinted down the emptying hallways towards Y/N’s locker. It was the most unexplainable warm feeling when I spotted her leaned against her locker. Arms folded across her stomach, hair fallen in front of her eyes.

“You’re still here!” I smiled as I got closer to her.

She looked at me, seemingly unimpressed. “You’re my ride home” She knew perfectly well that she could have caught the bus, or even walked, but she waited.

“You don’t have plans today, do you?”

“Um” She paused briefly, and it felt like all the air had been forced out of my lungs. Did she have something happening tonight, a date? “No…?”

I chose to ignore the fact that her answer sounded more like a question, instead focusing on the fact that she didn’t have plans, and was therefore free to spend time with me. Being my good luck charm for the basketball game, or at least being some kind of eye candy for me to stare at.

“Good. Come on” I took her hand in mine and started walking, letting her follow behind me. She couldn’t see my face, allowing me to grin like an idiot.

My heart was practically pounding in my throat, i felt sick but it didn’t bother me. I swiped my thumb across the back of her hand, taking in every moment that it felt like we were unable to be torn apart.

Coming to a stop, I reluctantly relaxed her hand and held the door to the gym open. Y/N glanced down at her hand for a few seconds before looking up at me and meeting my gaze.

“What?” Her voice was soft, face slowly starting to turn red.

“I have a basketball game” She stood, staring at me blankly. I was tempted to close the gap between us now, but there were so many thoughts running through my head. “You’re here for support”

“I don’t like school sporting events, sorry”

She didn’t need to like basketball, she was blushing and looked sad that I had let go of her hand. “But you definitely like me now, so you should go sit in the seat I saved you”

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The game was going rather well, and every change I got I would look over at Y/N. There was something about know she was watching, and the little look on her face where I could tell she didn’t actually know what was going on, that made me get goosebumps.

“Billy!” Steve shouted, enforcing the unspoken rule we shared that we’d pause the petty rivalry and be somewhat civil during actual basketball games. He passed the ball as soon as we made eye contact, everyone on the court was blocked and as I saw the timer I knew there wasn’t enough time to start dribbling.

There wasn’t anything else I could do. Taking a deep breath, I jumped and the buzzer went off just as I felt the ball lose contact with my fingers. My feet hit the ground and I held my breathe, watching as it approached the hoop in what felt like slow motion.

I could feel every bead of sweat dripping down me, and with a perfect swish; the ball went in. Straight through the net, adding 2 points to the score and breaking the tie between the teams.

Cheers erupted from the surrounding people, and I didn’t even think before I acted. Letting my feet carry me towards where Y/N was standing and wrapping my arms tightly around her waist, burring my face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her sweet perfect scent.

I lifted Y/N’s feet off the ground and spun in a circle with ease, wanting to hold her forever. I wasn’t sure i’d ever understand the feelings I had, but I think all pf this meant that I wanted Y/N to be mine. Not in a ‘I own you’ way, but in a ‘we belong to each other’ way.

Putting her back on the ground carefully, I moved my hands quickly so I could put my hands either side of her face and lock her eyes with mine.

Her lips parted as she took a sharp breath and I felt her eyes pouring into my soul, if it wasn’t for the sight of the boys in my peripheral vision I probably never would have realised they were calling my name.

I could choose to ignore them, instead burry my hands in Y/N’s hair and press my body against hers take in every part of her being and share a pure, vulnerable kiss like no other. Jesus christ, what the fuck has she done to me. She’s turned me into someone so… needy. And she hadn’t even touched me. Yet, might I add.

Looking over my shoulder shoulder I shot a glare at a few of the boys and they quickly averted their gazes before I looked back at Y/N. My hands still cupping her face, and I slowly removed them before whispered as I smiled down at her.

“I’ll be back” I panted, slightly out of breath still.

She mindlessly nodded and I had to step back before I did something crazy, like pick her up again and lay on the bleachers just so I could hold her on top of me. I made my way back to the team, briefly celebrating with them before we began towards the locker rooms.

“Didn’t think you’d run in circles for some girl” Tommy patted my back, eying Y/N in a way that made me feel physically ill.

“Shut up, Tommy” Steve sighed, taking the words right out of my mouth. Tommy huffed and went into the locker rooms, and I followed Steve’s eye-line to Y/N. I balled my fists at my sides, almost ready to swing at him.

Every girl in this town, possibly this state, seemed willing to destroy all their pre-existing relationships for a chance to be with Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington. And Y/N and I weren’t exactly any sort of relationship, so there was nothing stopping her from being with Steve right now.

“Y/N Y/L/N” Steve said softly, and I clenched my jaw.

“Yeah?”

“Good for you, Billy.” Steve looked back to me and I furrowed my eyebrows. “She’s pretty cool, you’re lucky.”

I stared at him, my mouth slightly ajar. “Huh?” I said quietly

“She seems good for you”

Steve was continuing to be nice even after the game had finished. He was offering an olive branch. Y/N had created sufferable moments between Max and I, and now she was bringing me and Steve together. Perhaps I fell and hit my head 3 weeks ago and Y/N was a comatose dream I was having.

“Thank you” I replied, still unsure where Steve and I now stood. He nodded tightly, holding the locker room door open for me.

Glancing at Y/N once more, I made a choice to nod back at Steve and drop my glare. Entering the locker rooms and moving quickly. Wanting to shower as fast as possible as to avoid my teammates and get out it Y/N faster. The soap didn’t lather, and the water was ice cold, but nothing was going to ruin my mood. I was deciding if I’d take Y/N home, but maybe she wouldn’t invite me inside, and then we’d not get to do something together. Or perhaps her family would be home and they’d disapprove of me, kick me out, stop us from ‘hanging out’, I didn’t exactly have a good run with people in general.

My stomach gurgled and I realised how hungry I had gotten, it was a little later than 5 so maybe she was hungry too. If we went for dinner was that too formal, did it make it a date? I don’t think I’d mind that to be honest.

I harshly rubbed a towel on my hair, and ignored any of the guys trying to start a conversation as I dug through my locker to get my clothes on. My body was still a little wet, making my shirt stick to my skin and feel slightly uncomfortable. But nothing seemed more uncomfortable than telling the people on my basketball team that I was rushing outside just for a girl.

“Later” I shouted, not caring for their responses. Y/N was outside, looking up at the sky as she patiently waited leaned against the passenger door of my car. I stoked a hand through my hair in a poor attempt to make it look decent, realising that I hadn’t done my usual routine because I was too excited just to get out here. I lifted my arm and sniffed myself, a disgusting choice that I’m hoping she didn’t see, I smelt like the school’s little bars of soap and whatever toiletries we had in the gym showers. Not good, but better than the stench of sweat.

“Y/N” I called her name as i got closer to the car, shifting my bag to my other hand so I could get my keys out of my pocket.

She smiled, and I thought back to when we first met in Biology and she didn’t even want to look at me. Now she was, hopefully, just as devoted to me as I felt for her.

Even if she wasn’t, I felt content with waiting for her. She’d fall for me eventually.

“Hi” She looked around for something curiously “No after party?”

I laughed under my breath, unlocking the car “What do you mean? You’re my after party” I’d skip 100 parties to chase after her, i’d skipped so many things since meeting her and I had actually realised I didn’t even enjoy them. I enjoyed being around her, her presence was something that made me genuinely undeniably happy.

As I sat in the drivers seat, I watched Y/N squirm in the passenger seat. She’d always gotten in the back and let Max take the front. I could be bold and pretty much outright express that I ‘liked’ her by putting my hand on her thigh as we drove, just act like it was no big deal even if I was screaming inside.

Putting my hand behind her seat, I looked out the rear window as I reversed. Noticing her looking down at her lap and trying to hide her embarrassment. Did she like this? I wasn’t even doing anything other than driving.

I sighed as I drove out of the parking lot, turning the direction away from our houses “Are you hungry?”

“No” She lied, very obviously.

“Where do you want to eat?” I bit down on the inside of my cheek and drummed my hands on the wheel, waiting for her to answer.

She shrugged and looked out the window “There’s like 3 restaurants in Hawkins and they all sell the same things”

With the size of Hawkins, it didn’t take long to approach the edge of town. Some days I contemplated just driving back to California and never coming back, and every time I got close to doing so I’d see this little diner. I’d never tried it but now was as good a time as any, hopefully nobody from school would be here to bother us.

Yawning, I got out the car and waited so I could walk alongside her, and I thought about just holding her hand but I couldn’t find a reason. Did I need a reason other than wanting to?

I held open the glass door for her, and she entered the small establishment as people greeted us happily. Smiles on all of their faces, and I looked for an empty table.

Taking a seat at a booth, I sat down and waited. Wondering if she’d chose to sit beside me or across from me. She chose to sit across from me, it was hard to decipher if she wasn’t sitting next to me because she didn’t want to be close to me or if she was sitting across from me so we could look at each other.

I glanced at the menu and put it down, resting my elbows on the table and holding my head up so I could look at her. She was scrunching her nose as she read over the menu.

“What are you getting?” Y/N asked.

“Just a burger and fries.” I sighed, thinking about all those stupid television cliché diner dates “Maybe a milkshake”

“I’ll do that too” She beamer, placing her menu on mine and moving to stand.

“Where you going?”

“To… order at the counter?”

I get up and shake my head at the girl. “Stay, i’ll do it” She carefully sits back down as I go to the counter.

“Hello” The girl behind the cash register said, and I looked at her briefly. She twirled her hair around her finger and grinned at me, baring all her teeth.

“Just two burgers with fries, one milkshake” I paused. I didn’t ask Y/N what kind of milkshake she wanted so I had to take my best guess. “Strawberry”

“And…?” She encouraged

I raised an eyebrow at her “And? That’s all.”

“And… my number?” She forced out a laugh, her smile flattening but she continued to twirl her hair on her finger.

I blinked. Oh. I blinked again, unable to think of any response. Usually i’d just have her quickly and not even care, but I didn’t want her. I only wanted Y/N.

“I’m literally here with my girlfriend” I scoffed. Shocking myself with my own words. Girlfriend had come so naturally, I’d never had nor wanted a girlfriend before.

I wanted Y/N to be my girlfriend.

The girl awkwardly rushed to put my order through and allowing me to pay. I took two straws from the dispenser before running a hand though my still wet hair and going back towards the booth.

Y/N looked at me with wide eyes as I sat back down and I panicked that she’d heard what i’d called her, was she about to yell at me and tell me we weren’t even friends?

Someone came to the table very quickly, putting down the milkshake and scurrying away again. I grinned, putting both straws into the cup and moving it to the centre of the table.

“We’re not sharing” She said bluntly

“Why not?” That’s what couples did in movies. “It’s cute”

“I’m not interested in being ‘cute’ with you right now”

I felt my face heating up and tingling “But you are later?”

“Stop putting words in my mouth”

“I’m just saying what you’re thinking” I shrug and look up at a waiter as he puts down our plates. Either the service was incredibly fast or I was so wrapped up in staring at Y/N and trying to understand why I suddenly wanted a relationship.

Y/N scoffs and pulls one of the plates closer to herself. “You can’t read my thoughts”

“Sure, I can” I take a large bite and chew slowly so that I can watch her as she studies my face. The burger was pretty good. “You really want to kiss me, and you want to run your fingers through my hair.”

That’s what most girls wanted, and maybe implying that she wanted to would make her want to.

Y/N blinked slowly before rolling her eyes and picking up her own burger. “You have mustard on your nose, hot shot”

Hot shot. I moved my hand, wiping the back of it over the tip of my nose and looking down at it. A small smear of yellow. Fuck.

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I smirked as I put my last fry into my mouth “You’re staring at me”

“What? No. I’m staring at that lady’s giant hair” She frowned. She was lying again. I turned around, hoping to catch her out but there actually was a woman with huge hair. I turned back to face Y/N and an idea quickly appeared in my head.

I jumped out of my seat and moved to sit beside her, my thigh touching her thigh and putting an arm on the back of the booth behind her shoulders, during my head down so that I could whisper in her ear.

“I dare you to throw a fry in her hair”

“No, that’s rude and stupid”

“Loser has to pay” I picked up a fry from her plate and take a sharp breath, flicking it and watching it land almost perfectly on the large poof of blonde hair “Didn’t even notice”

Y/N scrunched her nose and shook her head for a second before picking up a fry and taking a deep slow breath. She threw the fry and it landed in the crook of her neck, making her turn to look at us. The girl beside me gasped and hurriedly looked down at the table.

I moved my hand, putting it to her cheek and turning her head so she was looking at me. Only a tiny gap of space between us as she looked into my eyes. I felt my breathing shallow and began to move forward but stopped when she spoke.

“I lost” She sighed, looking away.

I kept my hand on her cheek “You need to get better aim.”

She sighed and moved slightly, I dropped my hand but kept on looking at her, watching as she dug though her pockets.

“I have to pay” She says as I don’t dare move to let her out.

“I already did” I shrug, looking away and taking a fry from her plate. “Just wanted to see if you’d do it”

“Oh”

“What now, darling?” Something flashed in her eyes at the pet name but it wasn’t enough time to read it.

She stared at me with her lips parted “I don’t know”

Inhaling sharply, I swiftly moved out of the booth and held my hand out for her to take. She stared at it and I sighed “Take it”

“Do you wash your hands?”

“Y/N” I huff, putting my hands in my pockets and stepping back. Of course I wash my hands, couldn’t she see how desperate I was?

We walked in silence to the car, brushing my arm against hers any chance I got. Looking at her in admiration, trying to think of what else we could do to keep her from getting bored of me. She looks over at me and quickly looks away, biting her bottom lip as she looking at her feet.

“So how many girls do you bring out here to… you know” She tried to make conversation to hide that she’d been caught trying to look at me.

I know what she meant but I raised an eyebrow at her. “You know?”

“Woo”

“Did you actually just say ‘woo’?” I smirked, unlocking the car. She nodded and took a seat. “Well, wooing a girl usually means you’re trying to seek some sort of affection and create a relationship… So only one”

YOU. Please understand that I mean you!

I started the car and she twiddled her thumbs. “Where are we going?”

“Lover’s lake”

“Isn’t that for lovers” I grin at her and look back at the road ahead, trying not to burst out laughing a her mouth opens and closes quickly while she hesitates and furrows her eyebrows. “No, we are not together”

“At least, not yet” I didn’t mean to say that aloud, but when she didn’t object again I felt an overwhelming boost of confidence.

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After parking, I’d tried to get Y/N’s attention but she was deep in though. So I just sat with her silently, smiling softly as I watched her racking her brain. 20 minutes passed and she still hadn’t said anything, but occasionally she’d mouth a few words and i’d managed to catch my name more than once.

“Are you alright?” I asked “Do you need a doctor?”

She looked her balled fists and took a deep breath, letting go of the fabric of her pants. “I’m fine”

“You never been here?” I asked, hoping the answer was no. I’d been here before, unfortunately with a few girls that I no longer remembered.

“I have”

It felt like a slap in the face, of course someone had brought her here. They’d probably done all the things i’d been dreaming of with her before. I looked out the window and spun my key ring around my finger “Ex boyfriend or something?”

“No, it’s just one of the only nice places in Hawkins”

Humming in response, I pursed my lips. Had she dated anyone before, or would we be each others first relationships. That is, if she wants to date me.

She was so different that I had become worried I wasn’t good enough for her.

“Cool” Y/N said quietly, trying to fill the silence.

I climbed out of the car, looking at her and waiting for her to join me. She titled her head to the side as she looked at me through the windshield and I chuckled before making my way to the passenger side and opening the door for her.

She fake gasped and began to fan herself “Oh a gentleman”

“Truth or dare?” I asked stepping away from her and going towards the edge of the lake, hearing Y/N run to catch up with me.

“Dare” She said, sounding quite scared. I could dare her to kiss me but she’d probably fake gag and make a mini scene.

“I dare you, to jump in the lake.”

“Truth” She shook her head. Cheater, you can’t change your mind. But at least this meant I could get the answer I really wanted out of her.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

Without hesitation, she looked at the lake and removed her jacket. Putting it against my chest so i’d take it from her before she removed her shoes and dove into the water. Her head bobbed up almost immediately, wet hair clinging to her forehead.

“Fuck, it’s cold” She groaned loudly.

“So you do want to kiss me” I smiled, taking a seat on the ground.

“What?”

“You jumped in the water to avoid the question. So obviously, you want to kiss me” She didn’t even think about it, but if she’d said no instantly I also would have believed she was lying and did actually want to kiss me.

She huffs, her lip quivering slightly. That water must have been like an ice bath. “No, the water is nice”

Nodding to myself, I put her jacket down beside me so she had somewhere to sit without having the dirt and leaves stick to her. “Get out of there”

Thankfully, she did as I asked which meant I didn’t have to dive in and pull her out just so she wouldn’t catch a cold.

She squeezed her hair, water dripping out of it before she did the same to her shirt, exposing part of her abdomen to me. I took a sharp breath, shifting on mt spot and sliding off my own jacket so I could do another classic movie cliche.

She sat beside me on her jacket and I draped mine over her shoulders, Y/N looking at me with her her lips parted slightly. I swallowed and looked back at the lake while she continued to look at me.

“Truth or dare?” Her voice was soft, it was like liquid gold flowing through my ears.

I was almost shaking, fear and excitement making my stomach do flips. “I dare myself—”

“You can’t dare yourself, it’s my turn” She frowned and I only laughed, looking at her again and speaking slowly.

“I dare myself… To kiss you, Y/N”

She froze, wide eyes and locked with mine. I couldn’t not kiss her now, I had to follow through with the dare. I snaked my arms around her waist and my breathing began to feel shallow again, like someone was pressing down on my lungs so I couldn’t take a full breath. But I had never felt so safe.

Y/N leaned into my touch and I swallowed the lump in my throat before finally kissing her. It was softly at first, but I couldn’t control myself for long and it slowly gained intensity, she clung to me. Her hands gripping into my t-shirt and making me feel like our hearts were beating in sync. Her lips were warm and soft, the most amazing sensation i’d ever felt and I never wanted this feeling to end. No matter how uneasy I felt, or how crazy Y/N had made me, I was always going to feel bereft without her.

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[maackiimoo]

LOST IN TRANSLATION

Ft: Mexican y/n (mixed race bc I am)

Eddie taking everyone to his trailer

Eddie: *opening the door proudly* Oh, yeah, This is my place; mi casa es su casa. That's French for you're welcome.

Robin & Y/n who speak Spanish:

Robin: No, it really isn't

Y/n: este tonto chico blanco no puede hablar español lo juro

Translation: this dumb white boy can't speak Spanish I swear

Robin: Dios mío, el no puede

Translation: oh my god, he can't

[maackiimoo]

CHERUB CURLS

Y/n: Aww, look at those cherub curls

Billy: I'm anything but angelic

Y/n: But they're so soft and bouncy! *Reaches to play with his hair*

Billy: No- no; you don't get to touch my hair after calling me a cherub

Y/n: *annoyed pouting*

[thebillyhargrovetunnel]

Overview

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and I wanted to share it with you guys, enjoy!

WARNING: mentions of domestic abuse, loss of a family member, blood and injuries

“Y/N?” Your mum’s soft voice, together with a knock on the door drags you out of slumber. “Y/N, Billy’s car is outside.”

A grumble escapes your lips while you stretch your arms out from under the sheets.

“What?” you grunt while slightly raising your sleepy head from your pillow.

“Billy is waiting for you,” she says, her voice sounding much closer now. You flutter your eyes open and frown against the rising sun dilating your pupils. The fragile figure of your mum stands in the doorway. Her greying red hair is pulled up in a sloppy bun and her thin pyjamas are hanging loosely on her body.

“Y/N, get out. He’s never here during this hour.” You turn your head to your nightstand. Just before six am. On a Saturday. Your mum is right; Billy is never here this early. Unless…

In that slight moment of realisation your sleepiness seems to disappear from your body and mind.

“Fuck,” you mumble and jump out of bed.

“Language Y/N,” your mum says and walks back to her bedroom. You grab the first pair of pants you find, run through the kitchen and out the door. Your bare feet slap across the cold concrete and goose bumps cover every part of skin. You quickly pull your pants up and slip into the blue Camaro glistening in the cold sun.

“You’re okay,” you say immediately and throw your arms around his neck, burying your hands in his dirty blonde curls. “B, I’ve got you. He can’t hurt you now.”

His shoulders finally shudder as he lets out a long awaited sob. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, hiding his tears, black eye, bruised lip and bleeding nose from the world.

“B, I’ve got you,” you repeat, whispering into his mullet and holding him as tight as you can.

After a long moment of tears and ugly sobs Billy pulls away from you and grabs his packet of cigarettes off the dashboard. He lights one up and takes a long deep drag. He sighs the smoke out and closes his eyes as you imagine he’s enjoying the burn in his throat and lungs.

“Wanna go get breakfast at Benny’s? He might not be open yet but…” you ask him and take your time checking out his wounds. His eye isn’t too bad, just an ugly bruise on his eyebrow bone but it isn’t too swollen. Yet.

You can’t say that about his lip though. His usually beautiful soft pink lips are swollen and dark coloured on the left side of his mouth. A little trail of blood seeps from the edge down to his chin.

His nose is even worse. Completely covered In dark blood and two trails of it still running down his upper lip.

“Not hungry,” he says with a hoarse and croaking voice. He opens his eyes, sticks the cigarette between his bloody lips and starts the car, engine roaming to life.

In silence he drives you to the outskirts of town, just past the Quarry, heading up into the forest area next to Hawkins. He stops at the tourist overview. Over the years it has become your spot. You always come up there when you want some time for yourselves, many good memories have been made there.

It’s a deserted place with no tourists anywhere near Hawkins and even the road is abandoned after the forestry industry moved to a bigger place a couple hundred miles east. Still the view from up there is absolutely stunning. You can oversee the whole town. From Hawkins High to the business district and from the garbage dump to town hall.

Billy turns off the engine and moves his face to look at you.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks, avoiding the subject you’re there for. A soft sigh leaves your lips. You know he doesn’t like talking about it, but you also know it helps to take the weight off his shoulders.

“I slept just fine,” you answer and get out of the car into the cold dawn of the day. You walk to the other side of the car and lift yourself on the still warm hood. Your eyes move to the sleeping town below. Streetlights are still on, barely any cars on the move, curtains drawn.

Billy opens the car door and grabs his jacket off the backseat.

“Put this on, you’ll freeze to death.” He puts the denim jacket over your shoulders and it instantly warms your upper body. The simple white sleeveless tee didn’t really do a good job of shielding you from the cold. You put your arms through the wide sleeves of Billy’s jacket and inhale the fragrance. Billy’s cheap cologne mixed with smoke.

A small satisfied moan leaves your lips. The smell makes you feel at home.

“B, what happened?” you ask him as soon as he shoves his butt next to yours, leaning against the love of his life. His car.

“Princess…” he trails, obviously not wanting to discuss this. You rummage through the pockets of his jacket and find a lighter and a pack of cigs. You light one and suck in the smoke, letting it warm up your body even more.

“Tell me. You know it’ll make you feel better,” you remind him. “It always does.”

“Y/N it’s different this time.” His voice sounds clear, loud and irritated.

His head turns away from the view in front of you and you stare back in his bright blue eyes.

“My granddad,” he starts, his thick dark eyelashes fluttering, blinking away tears. “He died. His doctor called this morning and then Neil…”

You close your eyes, sigh deeply and take another drag before giving the cig to Billy. You get off the car and search through the Camaro for a rag. It isn’t very clean but you come up with a once white piece of fabric that was probably a shirt until Billy started using it to clean his hands after tinkering with his car. You get back to Billy and sit next to him. You use the cleanest spot of cloth you can find to softly wipe the blood off his chin and his upper lip, making sure to not touch the still open wounds with the dirty rag.

When you look back up at his eyes you catch Billy staring at your lips.

“My granddad. He was a better dad to me than Neil ever could. Back in California my mum couldn’t pay the rent on her own. I tried helping, but I also helped get rid of it by drinking it away. And Annie I guess.”

Yeah, he named his car when he got it.

“So we lived at his place and when my mum was working he took care of me. He hung out with me, he helped me with homework. He taught me everything I know about cars.”

His warm laugh combined with a sniff fills your ears. You get off the car again and take place in front of him, leaning against his body and turning you arms around his waist. You get engulfed in his warmth and even more of his cologne. He smirks at you, throws his cigarette out of his mouth and takes your face in his hands. His eyes flutter back to your lips and he leans in to press his soft lips against yours. The taste of smoke and blood enter your mouth and you kinda like it. It’s simply Billy’s taste.

It’s certainly not the first time you’ve tasted blood in his mouth. You could taste it last time his dad beat him up and the time before that. And the time before that. You’re also certain it won’t be the last time for you to savour that metallic taste on his lips.