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sadhours · 2 years

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Wicked Sensation

part three // billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, underage drinking, drinking and then driving, smut, billy masturbates, oral (f receiving), p in v, uh body fluids?

Billy liked you. You mostly kept to yourself but you were a wild child, he could tell. He’d seen you through your window, dancing in your room while you blasted music and drank beers. Every few hours you’d go outside for a smoke and he’d close his blinds so you couldn’t see him. He loved the music he could hear coming from your window. Metallica, Skid Row, Ratt, Def Leppard, Dio and the occasional Black Sabbath. When you’d dive into New Wave you’d lose him a bit until he’d seen how much fun you were having. You seemed carefree but yet there was something reserved about you. Something maybe he could tease out of you.

He’d definitely pleasured himself to the thought of it, not until after thumbing through his girly magazines but your face and wild hair flooded his mind when he looked at the girls in the magazine. He’d tossed the magazine on the ground, laying back on his bed and palmed himself through his jeans. He thought about the way you’d look riding him with your hair and tits bouncing. The way your mouth would hang open but the sides of your lips tugged up in a smile and he quickly undid his jeans, pulling his hard cock out of his jeans and started stroking himself long and slow at first. He imagined your eyes getting misty and you panting, making his movements quicker and quicker. Then he imagined his name falling out of your lips and he came undone, spilling out over his hand and shirt. When he’d cleaned up, he lit a cigarette and opened his blinds, seeing you perched outside having your own cigarette and he couldn’t help but think maybe you’d just done the same thing he did. It was midnight, after all.

The next day at school, you wore leather pants and he knew he was in for another late night.

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Halloween came slower than he had wanted but it was finally here. He couldn’t be bothered to put together a costume but he wore his favorite leather jacket, leather fingerless gloves with his tightest 501’s. He’d spent a substantial amount of time in the bathroom. Max banging on the door to tell him to get a move on but Neil knocking on the door had him out of there sooner than he’d wanted. He finished his hair routine in his room, blinds open to see if he could get a glimpse of you getting ready. He grabs his cologne, dabbing on it neck and then just above his dick, on the blonde curls neatly trimmed there. He did this anytime he went on. Just in case, he told himself.

When he’s finished, he quietly slips out his house, making sure not to shut the door too hard. He jogs up to your house and knocks three times, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he waits. He expects you to answer but instead your father does and Billy’s a bit apprehensive, he doesn’t do well with parents. Plus, he’s not wearing a shirt.

Your dad is kind, he lets you do your own thing and tries not to interfere too much. He opens the door and tells Billy, “Past the kitchen, first door on the left.”

Billy is thankful your dad forgoes the formalities. He gets a glimpse of your brother, roughly Max’s age, sitting on couch with a costume he can’t quite pick out. He’s got those visor sunglasses on but nothing else gives an indication of what he’s supposed to be.

As Billy makes it to the hall he can hear your choice of music. Still of the Night by Whitesnake making your door vibrate. The musics loud enough that Billy doesn’t even bother knocking, twisting the door open to reveal you standing in your bra looking down at the two shirts laid out on your bed with a pensive look on your face. Billy moves to shut the door again but you stop him. “Wait, help,” you say and you’ve already had a few beers, the alcohol in your system giving you a bit of confidence and shoving your inhibitions further away.

He steps inside and closes the door behind him, looking at you inquisitively. “I don’t know which one to pick,” you admit, gesturing to the shirts on your bed. One is a leather halter top and the other is a cropped black button up with eccentric buttons.

Obviously Billy leans towards the halter top, pointing at it without a thing to say. You nod, “I was thinking that one too.”

You slip it on, then grabbing a studded leather jacket and putting that on as well. You turn to him, “Okay, I’m ready.”

He looks at your eye makeup and tilts his head, knowing this must be a costume but not sure what of. His curiosity obvious to you so you tell him, “I’m Alice Cooper.”

“No more Mr. Nice Guy,” he quips and you giggle which is not something he’d heard from you yet. He loves the sound.

You open your door and pull him through it, letting go of his jacket when you get into the kitchen because you don’t want your dad to read into this. Billy is just giving you a ride to the party, nothing more.

“Bye,” you tell your dad with a kiss to the cheek.

“Be safe, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he says as you and Billy slip out the door. Billy thinks about how nice of an interaction that was. How your dad didn’t try to control any aspect of you and how that made him a bit jealous.

You walk to his Camaro, feeling your buzz as you tell him, “I love your car, I don’t think I’ve told you that.”

He slips inside, sliding his key in the ignition and turning it. The blue car comes alive with a rumble and it makes your body tingle. He pumps the acceleration a few times to really drive the point across, putting on a show for you.

You hum happily, lighting a cigarette as he peels out, down the street and the houses flying by. The comfortability you feel in this moment is something you wanna feel forever. If you could forever feel the buzz of alcohol and a pretty boy driving you anywhere fast, you would.

Billy has a Ted Nugent cassette in and you cringe, there’s only one song on this album you like. You prop open his glove box and dig through the tapes he has, but nothing quite feels right for the moment. You purse your lips as you lean back, excited for the party. You lived for this stuff, everyone was a little more laid back at parties, they got along.

“Had you a little pre party, did ya?” Billy asks, turning the music down.

“A few beers while I got ready,” you shrug, wondering if you seemed drunk already.

Billy makes it to a stretch of road with no curves for at least a few miles, “Me too.” and with the words he floors it.

You scream with a huge smile on your face, your hands gripping the sides of the seat. The way you sound drives him a little insane, feeling the way his dick twitches in his tight pants at getting the reaction from you. Wild child, he thinks as he glances at you. He’d always wanted girls to act this way. You didn’t talk too much, you didn’t tell him meaningless details about your day at the mall or the gossip at school. You could be uptight but it was in an alluring way, a way that had him wanting more.

However, he didn’t expect for you to disappear the second you arrive at the party. In fact, it kind of pissed him off. But once Tommy saw him, he was ushering him to the keg and telling him he just had to beat Steve’s record. He doesn’t see you again for about two hours, catching you inside with your makeup smeared as you take a shot of whiskey with a group of guys. He feels protective, snaking his way between you and some kid he’s seen around school.

You grin at the resurgence of Billy, loving that you can see the sweat and beer on his bare chest. You’ve had enough to drink to where you’re no longer pushing the sexual thoughts you have about him down. They’re now at the forefront of your mind when you see him.

“Have a shot with me!” you insist, pouring Billy one before he can answer. But he couldn’t say no to you anyhow.

You cheers, clinking your glasses together before tapping them on the counter and then down the hatch they go. You two don’t break eye contact the entire time. The group of men around you had kind of dispersed when Billy walked up, aside from two of them. The four of you somewhat engage in conversation but a song comes on that makes you wanna dance.

The Lovecats by The Cure isn’t necessarily Billy’s thing but he doesn’t protest as you drag him into the crowd of teenagers dancing. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull his body into yours. He places his hands on your hips, swaying with you.

So wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully pretty. Oh you’d know that I’d do anything for you.

The words make Billy snort quietly because that’s how he feels looking at you and he has never felt that about another person.

As the song comes to an end, you lean into his ear and whisper, “Take me home…”

Again, no protest, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the crowd and to his Camaro parked on the street.

The drive is quick, you smoke two cigarettes on the way but you share them both with Billy.

Billy notices your dads car is gone when he pulls up. “Where’s your dad?” He wonders aloud.

“Oh, he’s at his girlfriend’s house… my brothers with him,” you answer, opening the car door and stumbling out of it.

Billy tilts his head as he watches you, “You good, sweetheart?”

The nickname makes you giggle and you feel the heat fill between your legs, “Yes, sir! I’m great.”

You lead him into your house after fumbling with the key for a brief moment. Billy locks the door behind him, following to the kitchen where you fill two glasses of water and handing him one. He takes it gratefully, gulping some of it down before you two reach your bedroom. You set your glass down on your nightstand and fall back on your bed, eyes dark as you gawk up at Billy. He sits on your bed, looking around your room and you think about what Stephanie had said about him.

“I mean like he knew what he was doing, he wasn’t awkward about it at all. The man knew what he wanted.”

Billy was being awkward. But you couldn’t fathom why he’d come to your bedroom with you if he didn’t want to have sex with you. You take a pointed foot and shove him with him, a mischievous grin on your face. He finally looks at you, his lips turned up in a smile and his gorgeous blue eyes darting across your upper half.

“Pick some music to play,” you tell him and motion towards your stereo and cassette collection.

He obeys, holding up Master of Reality by Black Sabbath. You nod amusingly, sitting up to shrug your jacket off and then sliding your boots off. Billy does the same after putting the album on, now just wearing his jeans and fingerless gloves. He’s more quiet than you’d imagined, which you had many many times. But in your fantasies he’s eager and saying filthy things to you.

“C’mere,” you instruct, sitting up on your feet. When he sits across from you, the both of you instinctively lean in. Your lips meet and it’s gentle at first. But then it’s like a switch flipped in Billy and he grabs the back of your head, sliding his tongue past your lips. You gasp at the change of pace, falling on your back with him on top of you. He moves his hands from the back of your head to your jaw and his gloves feel nice on your skin.

His fingertips move slowly down from your face to your chest, his lips following suit but pausing at your neck. Reactively, you tilt your head back while he plants sloppy kisses on your neck. A whimper escapes when he sucks your skin between his lips and your legs spread a little further exposing more of his clothed excitement against yours.

Feeling his erection has you laugh excitedly, your body dripping in anticipation for what’s to come. He pulls back at the laugh and looks up at you through his dark and heavy eyelashes. He’s so pretty you could almost die right now. “Tickles?” he asks, his voice low with hunger.

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips back to yours. “Feels so good,” you say into his mouth.

Billy begins to mess with the laces up the front of your top but gets frustrated when he can’t quite figure how to untie it. He sits back on his feet to get a better look but to no avail. He tugs harshly at the strings which jerks your upper body off the mattress, “How do you fucking get this thing off?”

The roughness of his movements takes your breath away but his frustration is adorable. You grab onto the hem and pull the top up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor with a cavalier smile. He rolls his eyes but is quick to reach his hand around your back and undo your bra in one swift motion. He drags it off of you and throws it behind him, a soft thud as it smacks against a poster on your wall before falling to the floor.

The cold air hits your chest but his mouth is efficient in warming you up, taking a nipple into his mouth while the other is covered by his hand. Your hand snakes up to the back of his neck, fingers tangling between the long curls there. “Oh, Billy…” you gasp and he responds with teeth, biting the tender skin.

But he stops and you’re eyes pry open at the surprise, not wanting this to end so soon. Luckily, you catch him tugging off his leather gloves and hear him mutter in a guttural tone, “Wanna feel you.”

Your head swims when he resumes heavy lips on your breast, his hand squeezing the other gently. You silently tell yourself you’re an idiot for ignoring the way you’d felt about him. If you could’ve been feeling this good the second you met him then you’ve missed out.

His hands smooth down your sides until his fingertips meet your waistband. He shimmies your pants down, your bum lifting to make it easier and they’re off in a heap next to the mattress. A scoff leaves his lips when he sees you weren’t wearing underwear. You shrug and tell him, “Can’t wear any with those pants, major panty lines.”

His curls bounce as he shakes his head a bewildered smile on his face, “You wore ‘em to school this week.”

“Enough talking,” you demand, getting impatient as your core is exposed to him and all he does is stare at it.

He slaps you down there and replies, “I’ll talk all I want.” You don’t mind though as he drags his fingers up and down your folds. Your head props up to watch him work while he mumbles, “Soaking for me.”

Biting your lip, you adjust your legs to give him ample room to continue. “Always so wet when I’m around?” he wonders aloud with a cocky grin plastered on his gorgeous face.

“Maybe,” you moan out as he slides a single digit inside of you.

You’re not sure exactly what it is, especially since it’s so early in the act but Billy is the best sexual partner you’ve had. Neither of you are remotely close to finishing but this is the best feeling you’ve ever had in your life. It could be the way he looks at you, eye contact was never something you did during sex. It always felt distracting but with Billy, it’s just urging that release along.

With his left on pushing slightly on your stomach, he adds a second finger inside you and instantly curls them. You gasp, your hands moving anywhere and everywhere trying to find something to squeeze. You actually sit up to grab at his shoulders, which in turns gives you a better view of what he’s doing. His thumb brushes up against your clit, just gently like he’s testing it out.

“Dear god,” you growl, your eyes meeting while he picks up his pace.

“M’names Billy,” he corrects you sarcastically and you want to slap him for teasing you like that now.

In a few seconds, you start to feel that rise in your stomach. It pushes you on your back and you spread your legs just a bit more, his fingers sliding in and out fast. He doesn’t forget to curl them up every few strokes.

Billy inches down the bed a little and his head dips down between your legs while his fingers stay inside you. He licks broadly against your clit, his tongue strong and certain. You cry out, fingers gripping onto his mullet. He looks up at you but your heads back, eyes closed as your back arches. He takes it as a sign and starts lapping at you with his tongue, quickly. Of course it doesn’t take any longer, your legs closing with him between them as you reach your high.

“Billy, yes!” you pant out, pulling his hair.

He pulls away quickly, not giving you any time to come down and crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is all tongue and teeth, while your legs and arms wrap around him. Then he moves his hands between the two of you, able to unbuckle his belt and push his pants and briefs down to his thoughts with your help.

He strokes himself a few times before pressing his tip to your clit and dragging it through your folds, gathering the wetness. He bites his lip and there’s an uncertainty in his eyes. He doesn’t have a condom. You look at him and whisper, “I’m on the pill.”

Which isn’t exactly the protection he’s looking for but it’s enough for him, his lips tugging up as he directs his tip back down to your entrance and pushes it in. You gasp at its thickness, your fingernails digging into his shoulder.

“You’re so tight,” he says it like he can’t believe it. You almost tell him maybe he’s too big but you don’t want it to go to his head so you just whimper instead before pulling his lips back to yours, licking into it as he parts his lips.

He inches in further and the sensation in utterly intoxicating, your breath caught in your throat and you head feels fuzzy. All of you feels fuzzy almost. Once he bottoms out, he pulls back to look at you and the eye contact this time is even more intense as he thrusts against you.

You’re an absolute puddle beneath him. His name spilling out of your mouth over and over, almost like a chant. The eye contact doesn’t break either, which would in other circumstance would be uncomfortable but it’s like you’re both in a trance.

He doesn’t last long but either do you, once his hand wraps around your throat loosely you’re falling over the edge for the second time. He follows suit, pulling out and finishing on your stomach and chest. A bit of it actually gets on your chin and you can’t help but want to taste it, bringing your finger to wipe it and slipping the finger in your mouth. The action brings a bit more out of Billy, seemingly shocking the both of you but he laughs. “I could’ve just finished in your mouth, if you’d asked.”

You shyly giggle, “Had a hard time thinking, if I had tried to ask it probably would’ve came out as gibberish.”

He falls beside you on the bed and you look up at him, “Mind grabbing something off the floor so I can clean up?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry,” he sits up and reaches down to grab a ratty band t-shirt you’d left strewn by the bed. He cleans it up for you.

Now is the awkward part. You worry he’ll leave, you’ve never had someone stay and for the first time you minded. Billy stands back up and grabs his briefs, stepping into them before he walks to your bed. His fingers curl around the glass of water on your bedside table and he hands it to you.

“Hydrate,” he says. You obey, sitting up to take a few gulps. When you hand it back he does the same. But then he lays back on the bed, arms behind his head as he turns to you with a soft smile on his face. Your heart flutters and you curl up into his side. Good, he’s staying.

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theladycarpathia · 2 years

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burn

Max is late. Again.

Billy flicks the lighter open and shut again and again, half considering giving into his impulse to burn everything down. He never thinks about it too seriously, but it's always there in the back of his mind. A flickering ember, just waiting.

The only question is what will come first - getting out of this town, or when he finally gives into it.

But for today he clicks the lighter shut and stows it away in the glove-box. It’s just one of the shitty ones he buys at the gas station, of no actual value if Neil decides to search his car. He learned a long time ago that even the Camaro isn’t safe.

He thinks briefly about leaving her to skate home. He’s done it before, and it usually works well enough that she doesn’t pull the same stunt too often. He promised to keep out of her business and away from her friends. He’s followed through with that. But if he’s giving her a ride, he expects her to be on time.

And if they’re back late, it’ll be his head on the chopping block.

A familiar flash of red catches his eye and he grinds his teeth. Fucking finally.

She’s not alone, four boys trailing his stepsister like puppy dogs. He recognises them, half knows some of their names. But he doesn’t move, doesn’t even attempt to get out of the car, not since last November. He’s kept his promise.

If Neil ever catches Max with them, that’s her own problem.

One of the boys with dark hair says something that makes Max laugh. Another dramatically clutches his hands to his chest and staggers backwards and Max affectionately slaps him on the arm. Something about the easy, casual way they all walk in sync together makes bile rise in Billy’s throat. It seems that Billy’s the only one suffering in this town. For all of Max’s initial griping, she appears to actually like Hawkins.

He shouldn’t want her to be as miserable as he is. He just doesn’t want to be the only one drowning in it.

He doesn’t get why the boys are coming over to the high school until someone behind him leans on the horn. That’s when he spots the BMW.

That’s another promise he’s kept.

He’d woken in the Byers house, bloodied, sore and alone. The bitch had taken his car and when they’d returned, Billy had snatched the keys, grabbed Max, and driven off without a word. They were all dressed weirdly, with gloves, goggles and scarves wrapped around their faces. Max had strange dark smudges on her skin and her clothes reeked of smoke until laundry day. But she never once told him what they’d been doing and Billy decided that he didn’t want to know. Whatever fucked up shit she was involved in, he just didn’t care anymore. It was entirely up to her to explain to Neil and Susan, because he wasn’t about to cover for her.

But she’d told them something, and Neil hadn’t come into Billy’s room looking for an apology so Billy had left it. He’d cleaned the blood from his face and his knuckles, and he hasn’t looked too closely at what happened at the Byers’ since then.

Nor has he spoken to Harrington. He’d looked at the bruises on his face with some pleasure, and what the hell does it say about him that he wants to ruin something that pretty? Much to his annoyance, it had only made it worse: the cut on Steve’s bottom lip, the dark marks across his cheekbones.

The wounds eventually faded but Billy’s desire to make a mess of Steve did not.

Harrington climbs out of the front seat, clad in that same clingy green sweater that he’d worn to school today. It’s fucking insane that the former king of Hawkins High dresses like some golf-playing middle aged parent. Polo shirts, jumpers, khakis…every single item of Steve’s clothing makes Billy want to rip every single stitch.

Billy’s not been spotted. He slinks down in his seat, eyes focused on the rear-view mirror at Steve’s long body as he shouts for the kids to move their asses. Max waves at Steve, who returns the gesture. The boys shout their goodbyes to Max, scurrying across the concrete to their waiting babysitter. Billy doesn’t miss the expression on Max’s face as she watches them go.

Max climbs in and slams the door, even though he’s told her a thousand times not to. He watches her dump her bag at her feet, skateboard pulled onto her lap.

“You’re late,” he says, even though they could have peeled out of the parking lot by now. With Neil waiting, he probably should have. He’s still watching the rear-view mirror, watching Harrington in a sea of kids.

“I forgot about the time,” she snaps back, but she’s picking at one of the stickers on her board.

“Sure,” he drawls. The kids are piling into the BMW, but Steve is still standing, poking around in the trunk. One of the boys’ backpacks is wedged in, preventing the trunk from closing.

“We were talking and I just forgot,” she says defensively. “The others didn’t have to meet Steve until later and I just forgot.”

“You didn’t want to go with them?” Billy asks. She shrugs.

“They’re just going to play that stupid game,” she mutters, but she’s watching the rear-view mirror too. “El’s not even going to be there so it’s not like I’d have anything to do.”

It hurts a little sometimes, how alike they are. Maybe in another life, it would have made them good siblings.

But Neil made sure that was never an option.

“We can’t be late,” Billy reminds her and her mouth twists. She’s starting to learn now and that frightens him. Neil’s rules are made to be obeyed and she’s no longer exempt.

“I know, that’s what I said!” she bites out. There’s a curtain of red hair half-hiding her face. “Steve’s taking them all. There’s no space for me anyway.”

In the mirror, Steve stops and straightens up. He slams the trunk shut and looks around the nearly empty lot, tugging out a pair of sunglasses. Billy watches the light glint off the glass as Steve slides them onto his nose. There’s something so elegant about the easy way that he does it. King Steve never quite faded away, even after the fall from power. For some people it’s just built in: the delicate curve of his throat, the flick of a tongue across a bottom lip, the confidence in every movement.

“Good old Steve,” Billy says bitterly and Max shoots him a look.

“Shouldn’t we be going?” she says pointedly and Billy takes one last look at Harrington climbing into the front seat of the BMW.

“We’re going,” he says, turning the key in the ignition. He grabs his own sunglasses from his pocket and then shifts into reverse. Billy swings the car around so he beats King Steve to the punch, effectively blocking the BMW in.

“You’re being an ass,” Max says, her voice dangerously low. Billy gives her a grin, and takes his sweet time shifting into gear. He knows what lines he can cross.

He catches sight of a few middle fingers as they pull off, and the move does little to stifle the itch under his skin. Nothing ever does these days.

Max stares out of the window as they pull away, dark clouds swirling around her bright little head. Billy dares one last look in the rear-view, watching the BMW reverse, allowing him one last look at Steve.

All he ever does is want to burn pretty things down.

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darlingsfandom · 1 year

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hii i love ur fics, can i request a stalker neil from watching the detectives!!

Hi friend !! Thank you🥺🥺 everyone's making me soft today !

"I promise mom! I'm fine!" You spoke into the telephone as you finished loading your dishwasher.

"I know I know you're worried. It's been two months though! My neighbor is very nice. He's ... yes I said HE! Mom stop I'm twenty five! It's not like I haven't seen a boy before!" You rolled your eyes at her over the phone before shutting off the main light to your kitchen. "As I was saying, he's very nice! He's helped me bring my groceries when I've gotten home, helped me bring in the trash cans. He even helped me when I moved in! Really nice guy. His name? His name is Neil. He owns the video store in town. Porn? Mom! I'm not going to ask him if he rents out porn. That's not my place." You were now in your laundry room switching the laundry over when something caught your eye. A pair of your rose printed panties were missing along with your white cotton ones covered in little hearts. You frowned your eyebrows in thought as you listened to your mom go on and on about whatever church function was happening now.

"Mom, I love you but it's getting late and you know I enjoy my rest. Uh huh yes mom I'll call you again soon, love you too! Bye." You hung your phone up back in the kitchen and went to the fridge to grab a drink but the feeling you had earlier came back. You shook it off before slamming the fridge shut and making your way into your bedroom. You cracked open the window to let the cool breeze in while you stood in front it and stripped down to just your panties. Little to your knowledge Neil was watching you. He had been outside your house the whole time you were on the phone with your mother. It wasn't the first time he watched you. Neil had been watching you since the day you moved in next door to him. You were wearing some gym shorts and an old music shirt with your hair up carrying three boxes at once! He was in love already and he knew you'd be his one day.

Neil watched from the bush outside your bedroom window. You were bent over looking for something under your bed. Your underwear were lining your pussy perfectly and Neil could've cum right there! He had your little heart panties balled up in his fist as he watched you wiggle your ass. It was like his own personal peep show. Even though this wasn't his first time watching you, he still got excited every time. He's watched you sleep, shower, get ready, undress and everything else in between. He's studied you and luckily for him you were a creature of habit.

You pulled the remote for your tv out from under the bed and stood up before dusting yourself off making your tits jiggle a little and groan leave Neil's lips. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion when he did so but once again you brushed it off. Once you had your tv and snuggled up the blankets it wasn't long before you were sleeping and Neil made his move. He quietly opened your window more and let himself in. He stood by the edge of your bed and watched as your chest rose and fell, the way your lips were slightly parted, you were his! You just didn't know it.

When you woke up the next morning, your eyes felt heavy and you felt hot. You got up slowly and looked down to see your panties were gone! "What the fuck??" You yelled out loud as you stood up naked. "What kind of sick pervert!!" You know you had panties when you fell asleep. As you moved you felt a different sensation on your legs. You used your finger to wipe it off. "ewww!!" You ran into the bathroom to clean yourself up when someone decided now was a good time to knock. You grabbed your robe and rushed to the door.

"What the fuck do you want Neil ?" You answered the door as he stood there with a smile on his face.

"It's Saturday morning! We have breakfast every Saturday morning for the last two months!"

You slumped your shoulders and ran your hand over your face while letting him in. He stepped inside and took off his coat. Something seemed different about Neil today but you couldn't place it.

"Sorry, it's been a weird morning already." You got the coffee ready as Neil leaned against the counter top.

"Is that so? What's going on ?" He crossed his arms as you bent over to grab the creamer out of the fridge. A pathetic laugh left your lips as you turned to face him.

"First , we'll okay it started last night when I was on the phone with my mom. I was swapping laundry and found that two pairs of my panties are missing, then I'm looking under my bed for my remote and I heard this noise like someone got hurt outside. I thought it was Mr.Smith having his good ol walk home from the bar. But then the weird stuff happened when I woke up naked! My panties were gone again and as I get up I feel sticky! It's like some pervert came in my room and stole my panties and then came on my thighs while I sleeping! What kind of gross pervert steals a woman's panties and covers her in cum? While she's sleeping!" You threw your hands up before placing them on your hips and shook your head. The feeling of being watched hit you again.

Neil stood there with a grin on his face before he lunged at you taking you by surprise. You stood frozen as he searched in your eyes.

"Don't be scared pretty girl! I'd never hurt you! You're my girl! My beautiful girl! Who really should know better than to keep her window open at night! Some nasty pervert could've came in and made a mess of you ... oh wait! " his lips turned into a wicked smile before shoving you into the hallway. "See! You're my girl and no one else's! That's why I had to take your panties, can't have you wearing these and those skirts so everyone can see your pretty pussy and trust me baby, it's pretty! Watched you play with it enough to know so." Neil cupped your face in his hands and kissed you hard. You tried to push him away but he gripped your wrists hard. "Don't push me away baby! I can give you everything you want!" He started kissing at the tears rolling down your face before kissing down your neck while shoving your robe to the ground.

Exposed! You felt exposed to Neil. You trusted Neil and he's your stalker! You slapped yourself in your head for being so stupid. All the memories of him being perfectly on time with things, how he knew what you had for dinner before you told him ... all the little details were flooding your brain as he bit the side of your neck. The pain took over and made you pull onto his hair. Neil's lips attached to your nipples hungrily sucking and bruising them as he kept eye contact with your tear stained eyes. Your hands pulled on his hair tighter making him bite your nipple before he kissed down your stomach until he bit down your left hip making sure to suck a bruise onto your flesh. Neil waisted no time in spreading your legs and admiring how pretty your pussy was. He spread your folds open and licked upwards into you with the flat of his tongue. You should be mad, you should be disgusted but you'd be lying if you said it didn't feel good.

Neil's tongue was working you over while he fumbled with his belt. Once he was done with his pants, he pulled out his cock and started fisting himself and you shouldn't be enjoying hearing the wet sounds of him jerking himself or the sound of him lapping your pussy and rubbing your clit with tip of his nose. You started bucking forward. You held his head still and found yourself fucking your self on his mouth which made Neil pump harder and moan into your pussy.

"Oh fuck! Neil! You're a fucking pervert! Such a nasty boy!" You cried out loudly while riding his face harder. Your orgasm was hitting you hard as you whined loudly. Your creamy orgasm washed over his face as your knees buckled causing you to surface him with your thighs but he didn't mind, he was drowning in your creamy little pussy.

"Fuck!" He breathed heavily as you pulled away and watched him jerk his cock as fast as he could. You got down on your knees next to him and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Neil's lips turned into the perfect O as he spurted into your mouth. He enjoyed watching you take his cum but to his surprise instead of swallowing, you grabbed his face and spit his own cum into his mouth.

"You're playing with fire Neil , I can be just as disgusting as you."

#neil lewis smut #neil lewis #watching the detectives #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x fem!reader #cillian murphy #neil lewis x reader #Neil Lewis x fem reader #emsblurbs

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thissortofsorcery · 2 years

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Harringrove, 2k words. Established relationship, light angst, fluff.

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Billy doesn’t even remember what Steve said that pushed him over the edge. Between one moment and the next, Billy was yelling,

"Goddamnit, Harrington, if I wanted someone to hold my fucking hand, I wouldn't go to you!"

Steve just sat there, gaping at him, both hands still on the steering wheel. Billy thanked god they were in Steve's car and already parked, because he couldn't take the hurt look that came over Steve's eyes, so he just climbed out of the car and slammed the door before stalking off.

The half hour it took to walk back to his house and shut himself in his room had calmed him down enough for him to see he'd overreacted.

Billy had lost it on Steve again. He'd been trying so fucking hard, these pasts few months, to be someone better, to be someone Steve could like, but he was still just a piece of shit. He could pretend all he liked, could work his charm on Steve until he was melting in his hands, but in the end Billy would always let him down. He couldn't get rid of this thing in him, this- This anger. It stained his insides like tar, it clung to everything he did, made everything too sharp, too toxic.

Just the thought of it is enough to make it rise in the back of his throat again, and he sends a can of hairspray flying with a slap. It hits the wall with a bang and falls, joining the broken mixtapes on the floor. The ones Neil broke, as a lesson. The reason he was in such a foul mood in the first place.

Steve could be an asshole, but he's not the kind of asshole Billy is.

This is just an example of why this thing between them was doomed to fail. Billy was always going to screw it up. And from the look on Steve's face, he's not going to forgive Billy for this. Whatever they had was too new, too fragile.

And now it was over.

The next day is Saturday, and Billy starts his afternoon by chainsmoking at the quarry.

He couldn't stand staying at the house, with everyone else out and the silence closing up on him. Thinking that he should be out too.

He's supposed to be at Steve's.

So he'd just grabbed his keys and driven to the first place that came to mind. Billy and Steve never really came here to hang out, so it's not like anything here is making him think of Steve. But Steve's always on his mind, anyway.

Steve's dumb preppy hair, his pastel polos, the width of his shoulders, the way they feel under his hands. His ass in gym shorts. That one mole on the side of his tit that drives Billy insane. How his smile pulls a little to the left when he means it.

There's the rumble of a car approaching, and Billy pushes off the Camaro, assumes it's a cop. He tosses his cigarette to the ground and grinds it under his boot. He's halfway to snarking something about how he didn't know it was illegal to smoke there, when a voice interrupts him:

"Thought you were gonna come over today, man."

Steve's standing beside his Beamer, hands in his jacket pockets. Billy's mouth closes with a clack, and he stares. He sure as hell didn't expect Steve to show up here.

"I was looking all over town for you. I drove past your house and your car wasn't there," Steve keeps his distance, but he's looking at Billy so intensely he might as well be right up against him.

"I've just been here," is all Billy can say.

"Yeah," Steve agrees, but his tone isn't mocking. "Why didn't you come over?"

Billy doesn't know what to say. Can't say the truth, can't say thought you wouldn't want me to.

"What do you want, man?" Is what he says instead. Billy breathes in clean air and wishes it was smoke.

"What do I- Billy," Steve takes a couple steps closer. Stops.

Billy’s body wants to sway closer to him, wants to close what’s left of the distance between them. But Steve’s frowning with that little dimple in the middle of his forehead, the one that means he’s sad, and Billy’s the one that put it there.

He leans back on the hood of the Camaro, back to Steve, and lights another cigarette.

“You’re just not gonna say anything?” Steve asks, and his voice is finally rising above a dejected mumble.

“Don’t know what you want me to say,” Billy doesn’t look at Steve. He takes a drag of his cigarette, pretends his hand isn’t shaking.

“I want-” Billy hears Steve release a shaky breath, and he just knows he’s running a hand through his hair. “Would you just look at me!”

When Steve’s voice breaks, Billy does too. Steve’s hair is ruffled, like he thought, and the dimple in his forehead is gone. He’s just plain pissed now.

“Where did you go yesterday?” The calm in Steve’s voice doesn’t match his frown. Billy doesn’t trust it.

“I went home,” Billy answers, wary. Suddenly, he feels chilled in only his jean jacket.

“You walked home.”

Why the fuck is Steve just repeating what he’s saying.

“Yeah, Steve, I just walked home. What is it to you?” Billy snaps. He’s starting to feel it, the burning in his chest, in his throat.

“I don’t know, Billy!” Steve snaps right back. He’s the one that closes the distance. From the corner of his eyes, Billy tracks Steve’s hands moving as he speaks. “You just went off on me yesterday and ditched me, and you didn’t show up today, what am I supposed to think?!”

There’s a sound in his mind like a crack, a log giving in to fireplace flame, a burst of sparks, and Billy imagines smoke coming out of his mouth like he just inhaled an entire cigarette.

“How will I know what you think, Steve? I'm not a fucking mind reader!” Billy snaps.

“Maybe if we talked to each other once in a while!” Steve yells back. “I try to get you to talk to me and I might as well be trying to pull out your teeth!”

“Doesn’t that tell you something? Why don’t you back the fuck off?!” Billy’s voice rises above Steve’s, hoarser, meaner. Just a little more desperate.

“Because you never tell me anything about how you feel, and it drives me up the fucking wall!”

“If you’re so pissed, then why the fuck did you even come here?” Billy’s voice echoes in the absence of Steve’s answer. He blinks at Billy, face blank.

They stare at each other for what feels like the entire afternoon, breathing hard. When Steve speaks, Billy jolts at the thought that the quarry is just as bright as it’s been the last fifteen minutes.

“Fuck. Fuck- I’m sorry,” Steve says, voice shaking, and rubs both hands over his face. “I didn’t mean to pick a fight. I’m not pissed at you. I’m sorry.”

It’s enough to make Billy take a full step back. The roaring fire in his chest goes out in a single gust of wind, leaving him chilled.

“Why are you apologizing,” His voice comes out flat. This isn't on Steve.

“I lost my shit at you, and that’s not-” Steve takes another deep, shaky breath, reaches a hand out to Billy, painfully slowly. “I’m not pissed at you, I was worried.”

“Worried about what.”

Steve’s hand finally touches Billy’s. His fingers are warm around Billy’s palm, they always are, and Steve just. Holds his hand.

“You were acting weird yesterday, when I picked you up,” Steve steps closer, bends their heads together so they only need low voices to hear each other. “At the diner, too. Then you snapped in the car, and I thought- something happened, right? With your dad?”

Billy can’t look at Steve, so he just stares at their hands, together. Nods.

“He didn’t- He just broke a bunch of my tapes. Got the ones you gave me, so.” It wasn’t that bad, considering. Billy’d had a lot worse. He should have just been happy he’s been able to still get out of the house. But the sight of Steve’s mixtapes in pieces on the floor had made his stomach turn.

When Steve sighs, his breath is warm on Billy’s face. He doesn’t say he’s sorry, doesn’t say he’ll make Billy new ones. He knows that’s not the point. He squeezes Billy’s hand instead.

Sometimes it feels like Billy’s living in a world of fog and Steve’s the only solid thing he’s got to hold on to.

He looks up, “I didn’t mean what I said yesterday. In the car.”

He has to say that, at least. If there’s anyone in the world Billy would trust with his shit, it’s Steve, even if he doesn’t deserve it.

“I know that,” Steve says, like he never doubted it. “I know you.”

Billy’s breath hitches, and his eyes burn. His other hand reaches for Steve, grasps at his hip, pulls him close.

“Billy,” Steve starts, “you thought I was pissed at you.”

Billy gives him a look, “You were yelling at me.”

“Yeah,” Steve huffs out that self deprecating laugh Billy hates. “But you said, ‘why did I even come here’. You thought I got pissed yesterday? Is that why you didn’t come over?”

Billy hesitates, chews on the inside of his lip. Looks down at their hands again.

“I lost it at you in the car.”

“And I lost it at you just now,” Steve shoots back.

“Yeah, but I keep doing it. I can’t stop.” Billy grinds out, voice rising again. Steve doesn’t understand. It’s not the same. Steve apologized but he wasn't the one at fault.

He makes to step back from Steve, and Steve lets him go, but not far.

“I keep- I just get so-” Billy can’t come up with the words, so his breath leaves him shakily, between his teeth. “And one day you won’t-”

Billy’s voice cracks, and he shakes his hand free to cover his face, but Steve’s hands get there first, wiping his thumbs over his cheeks, taking away the wetness he didn’t realize was there. Billy clings to his bony wrists, instead.

“Billy,” Steve says, barely a whisper. “You’re not gonna lose me because you get angry sometimes. Okay?”

Steve knocks his forehead against Billy’s, gently. Rests it there.

Billy gives a barely there nod.

“I’m serious,” Steve says. “You’re allowed to get angry, especially if I’m being a dick. You’re not doing anything wrong,” He insists. “I just blew up at you and you forgave me just like that.”

Billy shakes his head, “It’s not the same thing.”

“Kind of is, though, man,” Steve insists. “I told you, I know you. You’re an asshole, but you’re not cruel,” He laughs softly, smile lopsided. “I should know, I’m an asshole too.”

Steve’s eyes are bright in the afternoon sun. There’s nothing clouding them, no frown. No dimple on his forehead. Then he says,

“I’m not just gonna give up on you,” and Billy has to close his eyes.

Steve’s nose nudges his own and they just. Breathe together.

Billy feels his way to Steve’s mouth by sucking tiny kisses from his cheek, to the corner of his mouth, to Steve’s smiling lips, and Steve kisses back with his entire body, settling into Billy from chest to thighs, the toes of his sneakers bumping into Billy’s boots.

Billy digs his fingers into Steve’s hips, sighs into his mouth when Steve cradles his jaw into his large hands, buries his fingers into the hair curling behind Billy’s ears. A tingle goes down Billy’s spine, and he bites at Steve's lips until he can press in, in, like he can crawl inside and make a home there. His fingers find his way under Steve’s shirt, feeling around for skin until they splay over his lower back, pulling him impossibly closer.

Steve is warm everywhere, where their hips and their chests touch, where his fingers dig into Billy’s scalp, where Steve’s lips wrap around Billy’s bottom one and suck, on his tongue when Billy licks into his mouth in return, on his breath when theirs mingle together for the hundredth time.

They trade soft, slow kisses in the sunlight, lips parting just to come together again until they’re just resting against each other, breathing together again. Steve’s thumb strokes the hollow of Billy’s cheek, back and forth.

In a minute, they’ll drive separate cars to Steve’s house, only to settle together on the living room couch and while away the afternoon with pizza and beer. In a minute, Billy’s going to slap Steve’s ass when he turns to get into the Beamer and make a dirty joke that he’ll follow through with later that night. In a minute, they’ll let go of each other.

For now, Billy buries his nose in the hair that curls behind Steve’s ear and closes his eyes, breathes in. Thinks back to the drive over from California, how he was sure every mile was a shovel of dirt piled over his grave, and any chance of happiness was left behind there with the warmth of the sun. Thinks he was wrong.

It was bringing him to this instead.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #billy x steve #billy antis dni #mine

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ihni · 1 year

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The talk of the town

For the Fall of Neil Hargrove day 3, "don't make enemies of the local knitting club"

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“Your yard is so pretty” “Oh thanks, I had help” “By who?” “Billy Hargrove” “That Neil Hargrove’s whelp?”

“Who’s that?” “Oh the Hargroves, they’re new to this town” “From California, moved here, settled down”

“Oh right! I know Susan, is that Billy’s mother?” “Step-mom, I think, he is Max’s step-brother”

“Max, who is that?” “It is Dusty’s new friend, I pointed her out at the fair, last weekend?”

“The red-headed girl? Oh yes, I remember!” “They moved here, what was it? October? November?”

“November I think, it was just before snow” “No matter” “Well if you have lawns to mow

I recommend Billy, his prices are fair” “He’s good-looking too, have you seen that boy’s hair?”

“Karen!” “What?” “He is the same age as Nancy!” “Just SAYING, the way that he dresses is fancy”

“Oh shut it” “Joyce!” “What? I said what you were thinking” “This is why we don’t mix knitting with drinking …”

“THE YARD THOUGH” “Oh yes” “Back to that?” “It looks great” “He also cleans pools, which you know that I hate”

“He fixed up my car too” “The new one?” “The van” “He’s really a handy, well-mannered young man”

“Well I’m sure he didn’t get that from his dad” “What do you mean?” “You know Fredrickson’s lad?”

“Paulie? Yeah, why?” “Well I was at the store And Paulie was waiting for Jill at the door

And then Mr Hargrove saw him standing there And yelled at him, gave everyone quite a scare”

“What? What did he say?” “I’ll tell you, my dear; He called our Paulie a FAG and a QUEER”

“But he is engaged!” “To JILL!” “But, but – why?” “I don’t know, but it made dear Jill start to cry”

“I’ve heard that man use words like that once before” “Oh, really?” “When?” “When he called his ex-wife a whore”

“He did what?” “Such language!” “I feel for his wife who has to have that kind of man in her life”

“You know Mrs Rumfeld, on Old Cherry Road?” “The lady whose wheelchair ran over a toad?”

“The very same! She might be old, but she’s bright And do you know what she heard there one night?”

“Where?” “From the Hargroves, they’re living next door Well first she heard voices, then someone who swore

And then someone screamed, and she looked through the glass And saw Billy Hargrove, right there on the grass

His father was standing there, with his fist raised And old Mrs Rumfeld said he looked quite crazed!”

“What does that mean?” “Did he HIT him?” “Oh my” “That just isn’t right” “Ladies, this doesn’t fly”

“Billy’s so sweet” “Yeah, he doesn’t deserve it” “I think, that we should –“ “Oh we HAVE to!” “– observe it”

“In Hawkins, there’s standards” “And morals” “And views” “There’s no room for violent men or abuse”

“I think that we have a new project, my friends” “More than our knitting, and other odds and ends”

“Sharpen your needles, and gather around For we have a bad man to run out of town”

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@fallofneilhargrove

#billy hargrove #neil hargrove #stranger things #the ladies of hawkins #give that boy all the mothers!!#in a mothery sense of course SHUT UP KAREN #fall of neil hargrove #ihni writes #ihni rhymes

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 1 year

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Say You Love Me

For the @harringrove-flip-reverse-it Day 2, Fluff Becomes Angst: Hand Holding

(TW: Implied abuse and implied child SA)

Billy loved physical touch. It reminded him of his mom. With his dad around, though, he never got as much as he wanted. The last time he'd been hugged was when he was eight years old. He remembered the way his mom leaned down and squeezed him close to her body. He didn't understand why she was crying as her delicate hands stroked his hair back then.

"I love you so much, I promise I'll come back for you. I promise." She reassured him before finally pulling away. Billy watched as she grabbed the suitcase he saw her packing the night before and went to the taxi waiting in front of their house. She paused for a moment, looking back at her son staring at her from the living room window. She waved at him, and he waved back. The woman gave him one last smile before she got in the cab and left his life forever.

She never did come back.

Growing up with a father like Neil Hargrove, Billy was forced to find affection of any kind elsewhere. In middle school, when he hit his growth spurt and he grew into his big ears, he noticed the way girls stared at him. It was Donna Connors who approached him and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek before running off and giggling with her friends. For a moment, he was frozen. He didn't want her to do that, but...it didn't feel bad. At that point, it had been almost four years since someone kissed him. He liked kissing. It didn't matter if he didn't like Donna. It was still the physical affection he craved.

People were easy. He wore less and grew his hair out like the rockstars in the magazines he read. Cleaning and grooming himself to make everyone's heads turn with barely a look. Billy didn't care about what his father had called him. He got everything he needed just by giving people what they wanted. As he grew up, Billy realized there was only one thing people really wanted from someone like him. Women, men...his little league coach...it was fine. Really. He liked what they did to him.

By the time they moved to Hawkins, Billy was used to his transactional relationships with people, but it always felt like something was missing. Something personal.

He wasn't a pussy. Billy told himself this a million times, but as he watched couples together, Billy found himself noticing something. The way people so casually held hands. A soft and simple gesture. He liked the idea of people not having to do something, but being just so in love, they shared casual intimacy with no expectation of something in return. But people like Billy weren't meant to have such soft things.

Steve Harrington was the latest in his long line of hookups but something felt...different about him. He didn't run away after a one night stand like everyone else did. He actually talked to Billy before and after they fucked. The cuddled...it was nice. At least, in private. In public? Neither of them acknowledged the other. Billy knew why. People's would get suspicious about the two boys suddenly getting so close. They couldn't be intimate. Not in the way he wanted. Still, someday, Billy dreamed about being able to hold Steve's hand in public.

#stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things au #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #angst #billy's mom #tw: sa mention #neil hargrove is his own warning

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Wake me up when July is around

Chapter 16/?

Falling, burning, like a star

Billy's listening to "Trapped under ice" and "Fade to black" by Metallica (album "Ride the lightning" released in 1984)

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The way February rolls in, it's moody, ill-tempered.

There are strong piercing winds stinging Billy's face, cutting through his jacket, making him shiver with bitter cold. Their dreary howls constantly remind him of how much he wants to escape from this place.

And how much he can't.

Ice rains come together with the gusty winds. They cover everything in an icy crust, and

Tommy wasn't kidding. Black ice that happens, is the worst thing possible.

On a day like that Billy slips and almost falls down the second after leaving the house, then the moment he starts his car and sets it in motion, it begins fucking sliding. Billy's never tried skating, but that's probably how it feels - skating and spinning on a fucking ice-rink. What he's experiencing cannot be identified as driving.

Tommy has been going on about changing tires since November - for winter ones, but Billy didn't listen. He didn't want to spend money on the new tires that he would only need for three months, and there's no point in buying them now with only one winter month left to survive.

He probably should've paid attention to Hagan's words, shouldn't have been so careless about it.

After reeling to school, Billy then almost wipes out on the way to the building. Shit, that would've been embarrassing. Years of surfing and always finding the balance have helped him, but it's a formidable challenge.

Sullen skies that have swallowed all of Hawkins drive Billy up the wall. He needs sunshine, but there isn't a single ray of it.

The low heavy sky, overcast with colourless clouds, weighs down on him, like a coffin lid that's gonna close soon.

The fuck is this weather. When is it gonna finish.

The goddamn frozen land - wherever you look - puts Billy into comatose slumber but sometimes his lethargic state is disturbed, and he's woken up from it only to choke on his own bile.

He's already on edge, but it feels like everything around is pushing him further and further, he no longer has any ground left under his feet, he can hear the stones falling down, the cliff is biting the soles of his shoes. He's just an inch away from going down.

It's supposed to be sunnier in spring.

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Neil is just perfect at making Billy's mood better. Always bringing that vibrancy in, you know? Shaking the gloom off, keeping him entertained.

This time Billy gets an after-dinner dessert, brought to his room, no less, on a fucking silver platter.

The moment Billy closes the door to his room, it's being thrown open again. Neil storms inside, seizes his son by the scruff of the neck and pulls. Like a naughty little pet who made a mess on the carpet. When Billy was younger Neil often dragged him like that by the ear. He has stopped with the ear, that's good. But Billy's collar, neck, sometimes even hair is still an option.

Billy doesn't even understand why this is happening, he's scrambling to remember what he has done wrong today.

His dad drags him into the kitchen where Susan is putting away what was left after dinner in the fridge.

"Son, say thank you for the food and apologize for your behaviour."

Oh, that. Did Billy not thank Susan?

Crap. That's right, he forgot.

"Neil, honey, please, it's okay, really." Susan is looking at her husband, smiling nervously, hoping to dissolve the tension. She is not looking at Billy.

"Who cooks for the family?"

"Susan." Billy's voice is quiet. He didn't expect any of that

"Does Susan also clean the house?"

"Yes."

Neil is so quick at giving him a little backhanded slap in the side of his head

"Speak up, like a man, not like a damn pansy!"

Billy's raising his voice. Like a man

"Yes, sir."

"Do we provide food for the family?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do we pay for the house? Keep the roof over your head?"

Billy wants to scream. Yes, goddamn it, YES !! you do all these things, for fucks sake

He's taking deep breaths through his nose, trying to collect himself.

"You do, sir."

"That's right. So where is your gratitude, son?"

"Thank you. Sir. Thank you, Susan. The dinner was delicious. I am sorry I forgot to say it right away. It won't happen again."

Billy talks staring down, at the floor. He can't look up at Susan or he'll burst into fucking helpless tears.

Everything that he's been working so hard at .. his muscles, his strength

His badness

All his ideas about taking responsibility for his own life. Being adult.

It all goes to shit every time Neil shows his power.

Billy feels so small

He's almost 18, and he still feels like a little kid who is morbidly, gut-wrenchingly

Afraid of his dad. Whose heart crumbles in the face of his father. He freezes up, paralyzed with fear

What does dad want from him? What does he want ?? It was just once, that he forgot to say the fucking thank you, why does it feel like he's commited a fucking crime??

Why is Billy such a coward? Why is he so scared? Why can't he stand up for himself, fucking once?

He's not strong enough for that.

Who is he trying to fool. Until he's out of here, he'll always be a snotty kid getting slapped around by his dad for every tiniest thing, it'll never change

"Go to your room, you ungrateful bastard. And don't you ever forget to thank those who make your useless life possible."

Billy shuffles back and quietly closes the door.

Susan, how can you love him, don't you see who he is, how can you sleep in the same bed with him

Susan doesn't have a problem with this. Billy is not her son. Billy is nobody to her.

The thing is, he, indeed, forgot this simple routine. Left the table without showing courtesy.

It was all Harrington's fault, of course.

During dinner Billy kept racking his brain over the possibility of it being Steve, slipping the damn note into his pocket.

The whole weekend that follows finding it

Billy is not himself. He's working on the beamer in Old Joe's garage, but everything is falling out of his hands, he literally has to force himself to concentrate on the job.

"Are you okay, kid?"

"Yeah, never better. Thanks, Mr. Dailey."

Get the fuck away from my head, Steve

Why the fuck does this jackass keep throwing him off balance?

Why is Billy so sure it's Harrington who left that note?

He isn't. It can be Jennifer. Or Alison, a pretty junior who they've been exchanging interested looks with for quite a while now.

But I really want it to be him.

Of fucking course Billy doesn't call. He still respects himself that much.

At home, he comes near the phone, stares at it

Itching to dial the number. Almost slapping his own hands away.

He can just call and hang up. Just uh .. to hear the voice on the other end of the line.

Make sure it's Steve.

No, this is stupid.

Billy is dying to pick the receiver up, and feels extra fucking stupid too. Look at him, turning into a pining bitch. His heart sinks when he imagines that he is calling and Harrington answers, says something pretentious like

"Harrington residence."

And Billy's gonna say

"Hey dickhead. Why did you leave your number in my pocket?"

What do you want?

And then Steve will ask him

"You wanna come over?"

No he's not gonna say that. Maybe his parents are home for the weekend. Hargrove has heard it from Tommy that Steve's folks are often away, dad has a business in Indianapolis or something like that.

He'll probably say

"Want to hang out?"

Want to kiss me again?

And Billy will be like

"Why not, dumbass."

He'll smile into the receiver as he will hear Steve's soft

"Alright .. uhm .."

Stop ! The fuck is this? He's having imaginary conversations with Harrington, for real now??

It's like there's this want .. this confusing yearning, the inexplicable hunger, rising from within, spreading all over his insides.

That's new.

Fucking hell in flames.

Calm the fuck down, Billy.

It’s not at all clear who put the note into his pocket. Maybe it’s a chick, maybe it's some kind of a prank, Vicky can be plotting something against him, cause Tina once said she's still heartbroken, it can literally be anyone and anything, but Billy is already drooling over the idea that it's Harrington.

Hargrove, seriously man, you need to chill. Take a step back. Switch gears. Be careful. There's black ice on the road. You need to get back in control. Drive with caution.

Let's fight fire with fire.

On Sunday evening, after driving himself to the point of madness, and after finishing his shift, Billy goes behind the repair shop, takes out the note, puts it in a bucket and flicks the lighter. It burns bright for a second, and Billy kicks the bucket, letting the wind blow away the ash.

***

So Monday is another Ice day. Let's roll, motherfuckers.

When Max jumps into the car to get her spoiled ass driven to school, she bangs the camaro door too loud, and Billy hits the roof.

Grabs her by the hand, squeezes like he wants to break it and tells her in a sweet menacing voice

"Bang it one more time, Maxine, and I'll cut your fingers off. Or will chop off your whole hand, do you hear me?"

And like, okay he can slam the door too. Any time.

Billy loves his baby but he's not gentle with it

But Max shouldn't do it. He drives her around, adjusts his own schedule to fit hers and she fucking slams the door? As a thank you?

Just recently the meaning of gratitude has been explained to Billy, and Max looks as if she's in need of a demonstration as well

The little rat glares at him, hatred in her feral icy blue eyes

"God, you're such an asshole!"

She's on the verge of crying, but she's not gonna. They are similar this way.

She just rubs her wrist pitifully and mutters quietly

"I have no idea why El .. Jane even likes you. You're a total dick."

Billy doesn't give a shit what she's mumbling there. Just stop banging the fucking door, Maxine, be on time, and we'll be alright till summer. After July comes we'll be perfect because we won't ever see each other's faces again.

He turns the car stereo on, inserts the tape.

I don't know how to live through this hell

Max groans, closing her ears

"Oh noooo, turn it off !!"

Frozen soul, frozen down to the core

Break the ice, I can't take anymore

Hargrove cranks the volume to the maximum.

No-one knows, no-one hears what I say

"BILLY !!!"

Cry out, I'm trapped under ice

He shows her the middle finger.

Max pulls the hat down her ears and face, covers her head with the hood of her winter jacket, throws arms over it and slumps in the seat.

Yeah. That's better.

Wrapped up tight, cannot move, can't break free

Cry out, I'm trapped under ice

***

Also on Monday he skips the last class - Español - and smokes pot with Tommy. It's freezing under the bleachers with all the blustery winds whistling around, so they take it to Billy's car. It's a fucking smoke house on wheels, the camaro, shaking from the deep bass

Life it seems, will fade away

Drifting further every day

Windows all fogged up, and the two boys get so stoned, they don't even understand someone's knocking on the windshield to get their attention.

Getting lost within myself

Nothing matters no one else

It's Carol.

"Oh hey baby." Hagan opens the door, a goofy smile spreading over half of his face. "How you been?"

Carol sizes him up and sighs

"I've been fine, Tommy." There's no point in mocking a stoned boyfriend

Emptiness is filling me

To the point of agony

Growing darkness taking dawn

"Jesus, what are you even listening to?"

Billy's turning the music down

"Did Delgado give us shit for not being in class?"

"Nah. Not much."

Tommy is turning to Hargrove who's just sitting there staring at the roof of the camaro

"See, I told you man."

They are both giggling and Tommy is reaching out for a fist bump

"We got away with it. I think we're just lucky."

Carol's rolling her eyes like, you dumb idiots.

"It's not pure luck, Tommy. I told Ms. Delgado you have diarrhea," -

both guys are close to asphyxiation cause they are wheezing

"And Billy had to drive you home cause your car wouldn't start in the morning and you had no chance of driving home yourself. Now get the hell away from the parking lot before she sees you two."

"Yes, ma'am."

Hagan wipes off the tears and gets out of the Camaro.

"Also, I don't think she's gonna go after you, Billy. You aced the last test."

Tommy is looking at her with a question in his eyes

"You didn't, baby."

When Hagan drapes himself over his girlfriend and they walk away in the direction of Tommy's ford, Max materializes near the passenger's door.

"Billy, open the windows! It stinks! I'm underage, I can't be breathing this smoke!"

Stop fucking pestering, Maxine.

"You can't drive when you're stoned. I don't want to die because you're a drug addict."

Tough luck, Maxine.

"Are you gonna say something?"

First, enough with the damn yapping. It's the gremlin's annoying mouth just going yap yap yap yap

Jeeesus.

Also.

He kinda wants to really say something to her to make it a bit better between them after he so violently grabbed her wrist in the morning. But then it's like fuck no.

Max throws her hands up in a desperate cry out to dull leaden heavens to ask for .. what? To pierce Billy with a lightning bolt?

And drops onto the seat.

Billy suddenly wonders if he's gonna miss his dad when he gets out of here. After all, it's his only family. Maybe there will come a time when Billy's gonna call Neil for Christmas.

Weed makes you think weird things, huh

***

These days Billy gets another disturbing dream about his mother. They never even happened so often any more. He almost stopped having them during the last year when he was still in California, but here the wound seems to have started bleeding again.

It's perplexing too, cause it's not like Billy started thinking about his mother more. He's made peace with his situation, if you can ever make peace with something like that. All the tears are left in childhood. All the pain has dulled itself.

Billy is six or seven, a little happy boy, he can feel happiness living inside him

He is running on the beach after his mom, they are playing catch, that's what they are doing, right? But it's the same like with the dream where he was trying to reach her in the cold ocean,

He's running and chasing her till he can't anymore, but no matter how hard he tries, he's not able to catch up with her. She then vanishes out of sight completely and Billy is left standing on the shore all alone. He can hear his heart breaking, like shattered glass, like a little explosion within. He presses his hands close to his chest trying to hold his heart together. It hurts, everything hurts, and when he looks down at his hands, they are covered in bright red blood. He can still hear the sound of glass being crushed when he opens his eyes in the middle of the night.

Billy involuntarily touches his chest.

Everything is fine. He turns the bedside lamp on, looks at his hands. Of course, there is no blood.

It's just a bad dream. It's okay.

The happiness is gone, but at least his heart beats like it usually does.

***

Steve's watching Nancy smile at Jonathan. They are standing near her locker, talking about something, Byers' hand cupping her elbow.

It's not jealousy, no. King Steve and princess Nancy, they weren't meant to be. End of the fairy tale.

He doesn't have a problem with it anymore. Their story wrote itself and came to an end.

It's more like emptiness.

Nancy seems happy with her new boyfriend. Shared trauma and everything. Harrington wonders, who's gonna share his frigging trauma?

Steve's feeling good, all things considered. He has come round a new mind set to follow - if the world is close to ending he might as well enjoy his every day and not turn himself into a paranoid crybaby, hiding in the corner of his room.

Every morning he rises and spends not less than an hour on making himself shine. He looks extra good, he's stopped brooding.

Steve Harrington is a total catch, nothing has changed that, and the senior year still means that he has the right to have fun. In fact, it's written in the constitution. Pursuit of happiness, or something.

On Saturday evening Steve does what he's been meaning to do for weeks now - he takes Nicole out on a date. Steve's without the car temporarily but that's what friends are for - Tommy lends him the ford. They go to a diner and kiss for half an hour in the backseat of Hagan's Lovemobil, as Tommy called it before handing the keys over to Harrington.

Steve is excited and super horny, and his cock definitely wants to go all the way, Nicole doesn't seem to mind, but his parents are at home, and it's not very comfortable in the Lovemobil, after all.

So they take a raincheck. It's even better this way, Steve has always preferred to prolong the feeling of chase.

Hargrove doesn't call at the weekend.

Of course it was Harrington who slipped the sheet of paper with his phone number in Billy's jacket pocket. Duh.The dude left it on the bench in the locker room, while he was soaping up his ass in the showers, and Steve acted on impulse.

After the date when Steve's back home, he asks his mom

"Hey, did anyone call me while I was out?"

"Yes, honey."

Oh my god, really? He actually called ??

Californian badboy took the bait, he is hooked

"It was uh .. Mr. Dailey? From the car repair shop?"

Oh.

Oh okay.

"Did he leave a message?"

"Yes, he said they had a delivery today in the morning. Your new windshield has arrived."

"Great! It means I'm going to get my car back soon! Yesss! Thanks, mom."

On Monday morning his parents are leaving for Indianapolis, and Steve's sort of glad they are.

He throws a small private party on Tuesday, for close friends only - Tommy, Carol and Nicole.

While Tommy is like

"Let's invite Hargrove, yeah?"

Steve is not psyched about the idea

"I was thinking, it's only couples this time, Tommy. I've got plans."

Hagan winks at him in understanding and lets it go, although he really likes it when Billy is around.

The party turns out great. Just what the doctor ordered. Nicole lied to her parents that she's having a sleepover at Carol's, so they have all night.

***

Once again, Hawkins high has something new to chew on.

Steve Harrington finally got over the painful breakup with Nancy Wheeler who's full on dating Jonathan Byers now.

He's free and on the market again .. or .. wait a second? Is that Nicole Anderson who King Steve is kissing on the way to school on Thursday morning?

Uh-oh, ladies, looks like one of the most popular guys at Hawkins High is taken again. Unless, it's nothing serious? Stay tuned to find out!

So it's Thursday, and something else happens in the parking lot, something that is not for everyone to see.

It's only a couple of minutes before the first period, most people are already inside the school, and there are only a few students left, in a hurry to get to class. Nobody wants a tardy.

Steve's walking with Nicole towards the entrance, right arm thrown over her shoulder, new lovebirds alright, and he's turning his head, spotting Hargrove smoking near the camaro, watching them like a hawk. The guy's puffing as if he's mad at the cigarette.

Why didn't he call?

Harrington's not gonna lie, such indifference has wounded his pride a bit. Maybe Hargrove needs a little incentive. Maybe he didn't understand it was a note from Steve.

He double checks that no-one's around to accidentally catch sight of what he's about to do.

The parking lot is clear.

Harrington's deep hazel meets Hargrove's changeable blue, and they hold the gaze. Steve brings his left hand to his face and makes the "phone" gesture with it, mouthing "call me" and smiling.

Fucking smiling. Fleeting, lustful. Like a personal invitation.

Like the fucking asshole that he is.

Billy can't believe what he's seeing. The cigarette stub burns his fingers.

Is Harrington for real ??

So it was him, whose phone number Billy slapped himself from dialing. Hargrove's sixth sense didn't let him down.

Fucking "call me"? In broad daylight?

The rich brat is completely off the rails. What if someone else sees it? He's hugging a girl, for fuck's sake!

Billy has heard the rumours. He knows that Nicole stayed overnight at the king's castle from Tuesday to Wednesday. Maybe it's gonna turn into a regular thing. By the looks of it, it might, and there's a sour taste spreading in Hargrove's mouth.

He doesn't wait long to start fighting the black snake coiling in his chest.

Jennifer's face lights up when he catches her by her locker before the second period

"Hey, sweetheart."

Billy leans on the nearby locker and looks at the girl like he's head over heels in love with her. He hates doing it to her, but he also needs it for his own sanity.

They go out to a pizza place on Saturday evening, Jennifer is sparkling with joy, she's been waiting for it for ages, apparently. The pleasant evening leads to kissing in the camaro, and Billy's letting the girl believe they are at the start of something wonderful.

He doesn't forget to ask for her phone number.

On Monday the whole situation gets a bit ugly, cause Vicky who, in all likelihood, still hasn't recovered from their breakup with Billy - it wasn't a breakup, they just stopped seeing each other -

Intercepts Jennifer on her way to the table where Billy's sitting waiting and

Oopsie, Hargrove's new girl's tray goes flying up and while her lunch is on the floor, the cola is all over her fluffly white sweater

"You skanky bitch! You think you can get away with stealing someone else's guy like that?"

Jennifer turns out to be no coward and gets her sharp claws in Vicky's frizzy hair

"He was never yours, you stupid cow!"

Fucking shit. Billy's springing up to his feet, trying to hold Jennifer back and thinks he might be done with girls altogether.

Of course, teachers interfere and both screaming guilty parties get taken to the principal's office.

Tommy watches Hargrove in awe. No girl has ever fought over him like that.

Even Harrington's lips are parted in amusement like he's watching a very entertaining performance.

***

For the record, Hargrove wasn't only busy breaking girls' hearts these days. He's also been working like crazy on Harrington's beamer. Billy promised him a week and a half, two at most.

On the same Monday during one of the breaks between classes, when Steve is hugging his new fucking girlfriend near the science lab, Billy comes up to him

"The car is ready, Harrington."

He hates the name.

"Come pick it up."

Steve's smile blinds Billy, stuns him. For a couple of seconds he can't see anything around him.

"That's awesome, man! I'll come by after school, yeah? Can't wait to get it back!"

He kisses Nicole on the cheek

And it's like. A fucking dagger in Billy's throat

He hates, hates, hates him so much.

***

In the afternoon Steve and Tommy arrive for the beamer.

Harrington looks like a little boy opening a Christmas present he's found under the tree. Billy can see, he's happy with the result of - mostly - his work.

There's some .. intangible tension in the air. Like .. the two boys want to say something to each other, more than what they are actually saying, but Tommy is there, and unspoken words electrify the air around.

Tommy could totally get into his ford and drive away. He's not catching on.

Steve settles business with Mr. Dailey and leaves some extra money. A tip for Hargrove.

Billy's eyes follow Harrington getting in the beamer, the asshole waves his hand at him. He's over the moon, it's obvious. Who wouldn't be, Billy's done a terrific job.

Hargrove doesn't want a tip, what he wants is to jump in the car with Steve, ride shotgun, watch his movements while he's driving, his hands on the steering wheel, and one on the gearshift

Does he look confident when he's on the road, does he look different

Even prettier, even hotter than he is

A generous fucking tip, actually. It burns his hand, the 100-dollar bill.

Fucking rich people. Billy deserves it, and more. He took care of every fucking inch of that beamer, it looks brand new now. So why does he want to shove this money deep into Harrington's preppy ass? Why does he feel uneasy accepting it?

Billy doesn't put it with the rest of his stash at home. He puts it in the glove compartment instead,

And curses the unceasing inner turmoil that's been fraying his entire being.

***

They are sitting at different tables in the lunch hall. Billy is surrounded by people, his hand is on Jennifer's shoulder. They are smiling and laughing and, except for Vicky's agonising gaze across the hall, everything is good.

Harrington is with his usual company, hand around Nicole's waist. They are talking about some unimportant stuff, and yeah

Life is nice and easy.

Not a single soul notices

All the side glances, thrown casually

An invisible thread, thin as a cobweb

Connecting them, so fragile, so easy to be torn.

They are nobody to each other.

They've put lips on lips three times

Each one for his own reasons.

If you ask Harrington, he'll say he was - probably still is - looking for distraction and generally can't be held accountable for anything these days. Aside from the usual problems every senior student has to face, he went through a rather earth-shattering breakup and, also, on top of that, learnt that monsters are real.

Steve would honestly just say "monster" as an excuse for anything now

"Mr. Harrington, why haven't you done your project assignment? It was due yesterday."

"You should've seen the monster, Ms. Babcock. Massive. Terrifying. Can you push the deadline for me a bit?"

"Steve, honey, why didn't you unload the dishwasher? I asked you to give me a hand?"

"The monster, mom. Can we install bullet proof everything in the house, I actually think it might help me sleep better at night?"

"Harrington! Why the fuck did you suck face with Hargrove for the third time? You gay, or what?"

"Tommy, my brother. Gay or no gay, it makes no difference for the monster. You should've seen the thing."

Too bad he can't talk about it with anyone. The creature, and the kisses.

Obviously, no living soul should know about the kisses, all three of them.

It seems as if Steve has so many secrets these days.

***

If Billy was the one to open up, it would be something like

It's only to make the year more bearable and

I have this need sometimes and

Did you know that about Billy Hargrove -

I always do what I want, no-one's the boss of me.

But, honestly, Billy doesn't quite know anymore. The excuse to make the time go faster in this shithole sounds especially weak.

Something else is happening, and Hargrove doesn't like it.

He might be kissing a new girl, but Harrington is always on his mind.

In classes, depending on who is sitting behind

The gaze of that boy every once in a while lingers on the broad back of the other.

Eyes quickly averted to find another object to look at.

They are both so young

Both so clueless

Of fate, having set certain tiny gears, cogs and wheels in motion

And of how the future might unfold.

***

Billy's eyes are closing, his lids are heavy, heavy with exhaustion. It's a seesaw, just like on a kids playground. Billy's down, feet touching the ground, and he's trying to talk some sense into his own self.

Realistically, nothing can come out of it, right?

Realistically, Billy doesn't need it.

Realistically, Harrington is just a capricious bitch. He kissed Hargrove on a whim cause he was going through stuff with his ex-girlfriend. It's not gonna go any further than than. Maybe Steve's still in love with Wheeler, and that's just part of his game while he's trying to win her back.

Billy is a rational person.

When the night comes, before falling asleep Billy replays the finishing day in his head, recalling its various moments. What Harrington was wearing, how he smiled, how he took a drag of a cigarette, standing near his shiny BMW, how he answered some stupid shit in Literature class and sneakily pulled out a cheat sheet during the test in History, how he again jerked his long hairy legs in front of Billy's nose during basketball practice.

Billy also wants to smoke with Harrington and chat about something. Tell him how he took his time levelling out the dents on Steve's car, how carefully he was spraying the paint, almost lovingly, making sure everything looks great, impeccable. How glad Billy was when the windshield was delivered on time, as it had been planned.

Hargrove even kisses Jennifer while hugging her in the lunch hall, only for Harrington to see, to make him look his way.

Pay fucking attention. It's not like you mean anything to me. Are you jealous, pretty boy?

Cause I'm not.

Everything is fine with Jennifer, she’s a nice-looking girl, with her full lips and soft bouncy tits. She sometimes talks too much, some bullshit Billy's not even listening to half the time, and again, just like Vicky, she loves discussing prom, what the fuck is wrong with chicks going insane over stupid prom, all these conversations make Billy sick and tired.

That's okay cause he couldn't care less.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with Jennifer, but for some reason Billy's dick doesn't get as hard for her as it does for King fucking Harrington.

Billy really wants to punch him in his beautiful face.

Why does the asshole have to be so beautiful.

Billy has seen more handsome guys in California, but he's never found anyone's face so beguilingly attractive.

Then grab him bullyingly by his stupid polo or his expensive fucking cashmere sweater and drag him into an empty room, a lab or the janitor's closet, rough him up a little, push, squeeze

And kiss him to death.

Tug him closer by the waistband of his pants. Unbuckle the belt. Unbutton. Unzip. Pull the pants down a little to make space for his movements. Slide the hand in Steve's underwear, into the heat.

Put his hand on his dick and make him cum in his boxer briefs

Watch how he closes his eyes during orgasm, how his Adam’s apple dances and twitches under the skin, the tender skin of his neck, smooth like velvet, thin like silk when he moans quietly and trembles under Billy’s hands,

Listen to the sounds escaping his pretty lips, kissing them, kissing them, kissing them

The seesaw soars up, Billy's heart drops, and all sensible thoughts go to hell.

There is nothing rational about him thinking about Harrington. There is no point.

And yet,

Billy is hard again.

He knows the drill.

#harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove slow burn #billy x steve #harringrove high school shenanigans

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babyzombiehottub · 7 months

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The Vampire Virus. (A fanfic of my good friend who's story is linked here: https://www.wattpad.com/1278626165-we-are-the-monster-generation-a-life-changing-day)

Dwayne, the young vampire with white skin and white hair, winced as another wave of pain coursed through his body. His red eyes watered uncontrollably and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. It was bad enough that he was a dude-bro vampire from Spain, but now this?! He couldn't believe the intense pain radiating from his lower abdomen. It felt like someone was stabbing him repeatedly with a million sharp needles. The worst part? He couldn't stop himself. He had no control over his own bowels. It was as if they were on a rollercoaster ride of their own, careening out of control.

He gripped the sides of the toilet, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep from passing out. His thighs, normally so strong and toned, now quivered helplessly. Even though he hated to admit it, there was something undeniably sexy about the way they looked now. The way the muscles tensed and relaxed as he struggled against the diarrhea, the way the veins stood out prominently against the smooth, pale skin. And his ass! It was the most magnificent thing ever seen. Round, firm, and begging to be grabbed. He couldn't help but fantasize about someone else's hands on it, massaging it, making him feel better.

"Dwayne?" came a worried voice from the doorway. It was his zombie friend, Neil. "Dude, you've been in there for, like, hours. You okay?" Dwayne didn't respond, too focused on his battle against the diarrhea. Neil walked into the bathroom and cringed when he saw the state his friend was in. "Dude… you know you can't flush that shit, right?" he asked, gesturing at the overflowing toilet. Dwayne managed a weak laugh, more of a groan really. "I know, man… just… help me get up, would ya?" Neil obliged, steadying Dwayne as he stood unsteadily.

Together, they made their way to Dwayne's bedroom, where he collapsed on the bed, his body still wracked with pain. "Dude, you should see a doctor," Neil insisted. "This is serious." Dwayne shook his head, his long white hair swaying. "I'll be fine, man… it's just… one of those things. Vampires get these funny stomach bugs sometimes." He closed his eyes, trying to will the pain away. "Just… give me some privacy, okay?" Neil nodded reluctantly and left the room, closing the door behind him.

The next wave hit Dwayne like a sledgehammer, and he barely made it back to the toilet in time. The shit that came out was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was thick and tar-like, almost black in color. It coated his fingers as he clutched the toilet seat, and it seemed to burn as it slid down his throbbing ass. He let out a long, low moan of agony, his body shaking with each spasm. The texture was so gross that he couldn't even imagine how it must feel inside of him. He tried to wipe himself clean, but the toilet paper disintegrated almost immediately.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up to see Neil standing there, looking concerned. "Dude, you sure you don't want me to get you some more toilet paper or something?" he asked, gesturing at the empty roll on the floor. Dwayne shook his head, his long hair flying. "No, man… just… rub my stomach or something, okay?" Neil nodded, and knelt down beside the toilet. He gently placed his hands on Dwayne's stomach, rubbing circles as the vampire grimaced in pain. "There you go, buddy… just let it out," he murmured reassuringly.

The pain seemed to subside slightly with Neil's touch, and Dwayne let out a shaky breath. He leaned back against the cool tile wall, feeling exhausted beyond belief. "Thanks, man… I owe you one." Neil shrugged, his expression a mix of concern and amusement. "Hey, we've all been there, you know? Besides, you're my bro, right? We got each other's backs." There was a brief pause as Dwayne considered this, and then a small smile crept onto his face.

As the intensity of the diarrhea began to wane, they both knew it was time to face the mess they'd created. Slowly, Neil leaned forward, his hands moving from Dwayne's stomach to his thighs, gently pushing the vampire's legs apart. The smell in the room was overpowering, a putrid stench that seemed to cling to everything. But Neil didn't flinch. He moved closer, his face inches from Dwayne's ass, and began to wipe away the tarry remnants of the diarrhea.

It was a delicate task, to say the least. The skin around Dwayne's anus was raw and tender, the skin inflamed from the repeated abuse. Each wipe brought forth another gobbet of the thick, black muck, and each time, Neil winced in sympathy as he disposed of it. He worked methodically, taking care not to irritate the area further, his breathing growing shallow as he focused on the task at hand.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they were able to clean up the mess. Dwayne sat on the edge of the tub, his head hanging low, his body shivering from exhaustion. He was pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes. "Thanks, man," he whispered hoarsely. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Neil shrugged modestly. "Hey, that's what friends are for, right? Besides, I've seen worse, believe me." He glanced around the bathroom, grimacing at the lingering smell.

Dwayne nodded, standing up slowly. "You're right. It's just… this whole thing is just so humiliating. I feel like such a freak." Neil put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Hey, we all have our weaknesses, you know? And hey, at least it's not permanent. You'll get through this, and you'll be back to your old self in no time." He gave Dwayne's shoulder a squeeze before stepping back. "Why don't you hop in the shower and get cleaned up? I'll bring you some clean clothes."

As Dwayne turned to head toward the shower, Neil began to gather up the dirty clothes and towels, stuffing them into a plastic bag. The bathroom smelled faintly of bleach now, as if Neil had already begun the process of cleaning it up. He glanced at the clock, noting that it was almost two in the morning. They'd been here for hours, dealing with Dwayne's latest bout of the vampire virus. He couldn't help but wonder how many more of these there would be.

The shower came to life with the sound of running water, and a few moments later, Dwayne emerged, wrapped in a towel. His skin had regained some of its color, and he looked more like himself again. "Thanks, man," he said, taking the clean clothes and towel that Neil handed him. "I owe you big time."

Neil waved off the thanks. "Don't mention it. That's what friends are for, right?" He glanced at the clock as well, noting the late hour. "Better get you to bed, huh? We've got school tomorrow, and you don't want to be a zombie like me do ya?" Neil joked "Goodnight man" Dwayne said as he went to bed

#male diarrhea #fanfic #vampire #diarrhea

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bearsinpotatosacks · 1 year

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Tomorrow Would Be Better - Whumptober2023

“You better pray I don't get up this time around.”

Neil stopped moving and came to kneel down at his head. He didn’t touch him, didn’t say anything, didn’t even shush as he began to whine, the pain tingling as he lost feeling in his feet and fingers. The anger in his eyes was gone, if he looked hard enough, which was really getting hard now that his vision was going cloudy, he could see some resemblance of love in there. Not guilt, not shock or sorrow, just a warped sense of love.

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Billy dies on prom night.

For day 5 of @whumptober . Also on AO3. Heavily includes child abuse and an alternate death for Billy pre-season 3, so be warned.

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His hands shook around the keys as he tried to put them in the door. Maybe it was how much he’d had to drink, or the coke he’d tried, or the fact that he’d ruined his entire life forever, but he couldn’t get his hands to steady. He couldn’t even remember the guys face, just that when that rush hit, that spike that lifted him from the tethering edge of wallowing that he sometimes reached when he drank, and he turned to the guy he swore had been giving him the eye all night and kissed him without a second thought. And his dad wasn’t there, so why not?. He wouldn’t find out, right?

He would though. Neil had his ways. Whether it was from other dads when he went to watch the game at the bar, or through pure word of mouth, or Max. It was guaranteed that he’d know by the time he came home. These things were set in stone, concrete and unchangeable.

That’s why Billy wasn’t going to be here when he got home. Because he knew that if he was here when he got home, he’d be dead. He’d almost killed him the last time this happened, and now, when they’d already moved away for a fresh start, Billy had a gut feeling that he wouldn’t be so lucky as to survive this time around.

The door opened with a creak. He didn’t take his shoes off, left them on so he could pelt to his room and start slamming his things in his car. It was lucky the cops had been so focused on breaking up parties, they might have caught him driving under the influence if they’d been paying attention. Although, the idea of being somewhere protected and away from Neil seemed like a much better option than this, even if Neil would have to be the one who bailed him out. Not changing his fate, just putting it off by a few hours. And if Billy knew he was going to die, he would at least like to know that he tried his best not to.

Ripping open his closet, he pulled his clothes off their hangers and into some trash bags discarded on the other side. Neil’s clause for letting Billy actually go to a party after prom was for his grades to be excellent, to have job prospects and to have a clean room, all of which he’d met.

Next were his books, the few on his shelf, and his music, a lot more important. Part of him wanted to throw them in as fast as possible, almost like he could hear Neil’s car getting closer and closer as he realised that Billy had left the party and wasn’t there for him to pick up - another one of his clauses. The other part didn’t want to ruin the only precious thing in his life. He decided to throw the vinyl in and tapes in gently, but still chucking them in the bag more haphazardly than he would like.

There wasn’t much else, he thought now he looked around, sure he had his posters, but there wasn’t a lot of him in this room. There never had been. Neil liked to inspect it, he had done for years after he’d found out he hid some of his mother’s things under his bed. He’d burnt them in the backyard when he found out and Billy had to bite his cheek ‘til it bled for him not to scream out and avoid another beating.

He took a glance in the mirror as he grabbed his bags and went to leave. The wired look in his eyes, pin prick pupils and frizzy hair from his frantic movements. His bow tie was undone around his neck, a few buttons undone to replicate his normal clothes but failed to replicate the confidence when he saw the redness of his eyes. Standing up again, he took one final glance around the room that had been more of a prison than an escape and felt his heart break. Was it bad that he was going to miss this place?

The flash of lights through his shutters made him break from his thoughts. No. No no no no no. He hadn’t a chance to get out, he’d gotten so close, he glanced down at the bags in his hands as his heart began to beat out of his chest. This was the end, and he hadn’t even gotten a chance. Was there something he’d done, in a past life, to deserve absolutely nothing? Not a break, not a chance in hell that he could get a glimmer of hope in his life, really?

With a spark of hope still in his chest, not dead as part of him wished it had been, made him start to scarper toward the back door. Maybe he could just run, pretend he was never here and get away. He could hitchhike out of town, go anywhere but here and start anew. There was still time, right?

“Billy, you home?”

Wrong.

He’d gotten to the dining room, bags in hand, when Neil spotted him. Deer in headlights, he couldn’t move, couldn’t make a break for it and try to escape his fate. He was frozen.

“Where are you going?” Neil’s tone had gone from feigning concern to serious.

The words stuck in his throat like phlegm during a cold, couldn’t shake it as his jaw shook. Neil’s harsh stare scared the words out of him.

“I’m cleaning some things out, sir.”

It was a weak attempt at a lie. Neil cocked his head to the side with a squint. It was worth a shot. Susan gulped and mumbled something about going back to the car. The door clicked as she closed it. He dropped the bags, the precious items clashed as they hit the floor.

“Don’t lie to me.” Neil said, stern, not shouting. That’s when you knew it was bad, when he didn’t bellow or scream at you, when he gave you that long hard stare and spoke so clear and crisp. Every word was premeditated, so it was only logical to assume that every action was to. There wasn’t any way he was getting out of this alive.

Neil turned around to locked the door. Dying embers of hope inside him, suffocating but not quite gone yet, told him this was his chance, this was a sign. His feet were stuck to the floor. Body heavy, melting as he fought to hold back tears.

“We had an agreement Billy,” the lock closed with a satisfying clung. “You go to your prom with whatever whore would take you, you go to a party and I pick you up at nine o’clock, sharp.”

He turned again. Something flashed behind those cold dead eyes, the ones that didn’t love him, not like he’d seen over and over again at other kids houses so many times that he’d stopped going because it broke his heart after a while, realising that real dads didn’t hurt their kids on purpose, just his. He liked to think that he was past the stage of thinking it was his fault but that would be a lie. Every slap, punch and shove replayed over and over again when he fell asleep, planning for next time and how to please him so maybe he’d just tell him off and not give him a nosebleed like every time before.

“So you can image my surprise when I get to the house and have to wait half an hour only to find out that you left ages ago?” He walked closer to where he was frozen to the floor. Dressed a man but feeling like a child. “No call, no note or message to anyone.”

They were eye to eye now. He could feel his dad’s heavy breathing against his face now, could feel how much rage he was holding back being so controlled. Was he proud of himself? For holding back?

“Naturally, I’m worried, so I ask some questions only to find out my dear son not only got blind drunk, he took god knows what when he knows that there are no drugs allowed in my house, but he also makes a fool of himself, kissing another boy.”

A tear dropped down his face. Singular because he’d grown past sobbing now. This wasn’t a shock he had to adjust to, just normal life. He fucking hated it but found himself spiralling when it was gone in those brief moments when Neil and Susan went away because he was so used to being on edge, walking on his tiptoes that he forgot he didn’t have to all the time. That’s why he was the way he was, it was best to be on top, in charge of everyone and everything so you didn’t constantly feel like the world was out to get you.

“I thought you’d know better by now, Billy.”

Neil took off his jacket with care and control in every movement. It was like he’d been planning it in his head as he drove home. With his right hand, he pulled off his right sleeve, then pulled off the left and took a careful walk to the closet to put it away.

He was drawing this out. Milking the power and breathing it in. Or stalling for time. Either he hadn’t planned this out and was thinking of a punishment, or was trying to think of a reason not to. And it made Billy sick how he was begging for it to be the latter. Some part of himself hadn’t gotten the memo and thought he still loved him, knew it like a fact, the sky was blue, grass was green and Neil Hargrove loved his son. It wasn’t his fault that he had to do the things he did to keep Billy in line, it was just his own fault that he couldn’t keep a lid on it, couldn’t stay on top and control everything.

“I told you back in California that all of this was to stop. I’ve been telling you for years that they way you act isn’t right, it’ll get you hurt because it’s not how boy’s act. Looking in the mirror all the time, obsessing over how they look, kissing boys-” He turned around again to stare at him. “And you listen for a while, you behave how boy’s should and make me so proud.”

He grabbed the lapels of his rented tux jacket. His dad’s bowtie hanging around his neck like a loose dog collar. His carefully crafted hair dangling in front of his eyes just enough that he was aware of it, yet not enough for him to break through the terror keeping his muscles locked.

“But then you forget it all, in one ear and out the other.”

Billy managed to say something, finally, as Neil let go of his lapels one hand at a time to roll up his sleeves. Here we go, he thought. It didn’t hold back his last ditch attempt to beg him for an ounce of forgiveness.

“Please, sir-” Tears were falling more and more down his cheeks. He hated the feeling that came with crying, his face slimy, eyes itchy and head pounding. He thought he’d given this up years ago. “Please, dad, it won’t happen again.”

“That’s what you said last time.”

Billy, who’d been have spaced out as he tried to distance himself from what was happening and going to happen, was pulled back into the room by his dad’s worn hands grabbing him again and throwing him against the pine wall. His head hit the wood with a slam. His dad’s face filled up his view, snarling and angry like a dog. Teeth bared and out for the kill.

“I’m sick of having to tell you over and over how to behave. You’ve graduated high school now, you’re eighteen and will be going off to college soon, and yet I keep having to tell you what to do and who to be, every goddamn week, every goddamn day. I’m sick of having the same arguement with you about the same shit that you just don’t understand.”

Billy panted, tried to keep his breathing steady and normal to avoid spiralling but it was too late. Last time he’d barely gotten out, last time he’d spent the night in hospital, last time they’d moved halfway across the country. This time he didn’t know how much else could change? Neil would force him to stay, start on Max too? Or Susan?

Not that he particularly cared about them but the one constant in his life that this was his life and his thing to deal with. He could handle Neil, he knew what to expect and knew that this was his burden, his fault and his pain. If he started on Max, he’d have to watch him mold her into him, some angry kid with no way out, isolate her from what she loved and prove that anyone who did care, didn’t really.

And he really couldn’t give a shit about Susan but he wouldn’t even know what to expect with her. His mum had fought back, thrown plates and made Neil have to really try to hurt her, and he did every time. Susan was so much more, manipulatable. She already turned a blind eye to this, held her tongue and pretended. Who was to say that she’d behave any differently if Neil hurt her like this?

“Now, I didn’t realise that I’d raised a retard for a son, but I guess words and gestures aren’t enough.”

His hands moved from his jacket and up to his neck. Hands tensing just enough to put pressure on him, enough to leave pain but no marks, a mastered art. He cradled Billy’s head in his hand, Billy let him like he was about to give him a hug.

“Maybe I just need to knock some sense into that head of yours.”

Smack. Neil grasped his head like a melon and hit it back against the bookshelf. One book fell off and onto the floor.

Smack. Pain rippled through his skull. Bounced off his brain and down his neck.

Smack. More ornaments fell off. Porcelain broke at his feet.

Smack. He didn’t know where to look. At the ceiling, hope it would end soon? Or at his dad as he broke him like a pinata?

Smack. Then a split second later a low crunch. The clarity, the ability for him to realise what was going on, either from the cocaine he’d taken earlier, or the anxiety, wore off. His body went heavy, the only think stopping him from falling completely was his dad’s hand holding his broken head up, a prize, an accomplishment.

There was a fuzzy feeling beginning to spread. Pins and needles through his hands and feet. Something wet was making his hair stick at the back. It got a bit harder to focus on his dad as he panted in front of him. Pain throbbed, creeping up behind him a second behind everything else but sinking its claws in, deep enough that they bonded as one, strong enough that he couldn’t shake it.

Neil dropped him and waited for him to struggle to stay at his feet. That cold stare was back. The initial high from the hit had wore off and they were back to him calculating, watching him like a fucking scientist.

Billy began to sway. That bang to the head was starting to make everything feel a little weird. Or a lot weird. Maybe there was something to be said about past injuries, he thought back to California with a flinch, and his body replicating the past. He couldn’t focus on that now.

“See what I mean?” Neil cut through his thoughts again. “You can’t even stand up by yourself, and I’m meant to believe you when you say you can think for yourself enough to know not to pull this shit again?”

He pulled his left arm back. His dad had showed him how to pitch on those long gone days when he just shot him snide insults and focused all his punches on his mother. This looked similar. Not that Billy had played baseball since middle school, apparently it was for pussies now he was older.

Thwack! His closed fist met his nose with a brutal crunch. Blood spurted out and onto his white shirt. Some people knew how to get blood out of clothes, some didn’t. Billy was one of the former.

This was too much for his body to take. It responded a few seconds behind. Like how you saw the flash before the bang of a firework. In a moment or two, he lost his footing and sprawled on the floor, the locked door perfectly in view as he tried to crawl away from where Neil stood over him. He liked it there, he thought, liked to watch him crawl like an ant under his shoe, before he squashed it. Squashed him.

Leaning to the side, Neil grabbed a glass from the dinner table and turned it in hand. When Billy turned his head to see if his meak escape was working, Neil came down hard and smashed the glass over his head, sending his face straight into the carpet below.

Blood was so hard to get out of carpet.

Neil kicked him a few times, light enough that he knew it was a prompt for him to turn over. He stood over him, some kind of metaphor he didn’t get through his blurred vision. There was a whine in his head, a high pitched whistle as Neil heaved.

He still had his shoes on as he stepped on his chest. He lent forward, pressing and pinning him down so he couldn’t move. Couldn’t wiggle or even try to escape. More and more weight was pressed onto his chest, he quickly found it hard to breath, wheezing and panting as he tried to get enough air. It was only when he felt a few cracks that he realised what Neil was trying to do.

He was speaking again but the blood pulsing in his ears was louder. Watching his mouth, he thought he caught something about respect and honour, being proper and the word brother. The usual shit. The stuff his stupid head couldn’t get in so he had to be told, and shown, more times than he could count.

“Are you listening to me?” He shouted. “Are you listening?”

He kicked his side harder this time. It rippled through his body, leaking into the pain radiating from his fractured ribs and up his neck to his head. He did it again on the other side, his teeth clenched and panting like a dog. Red hot anger flashed through his eyes as he kicked and kicked. More twangs of pain shot through him, piercing the skin as he lost all resistance and sense of teaching him a lesson and just gave in to the rage.

“I’m-sick-of-this-Billy.” He heaved between kicks. “You-don’t-listen.”

Kick.

“You-don’t respect-anyone.”

Kick. Higher this time, directly in the ribs so it burnt like wildfires in the hair of california’s forests.

“I-won’t-take-it-any-more!”

One last kick. This time to his head. And that seems to break everything. Maybe it was where his foot made contact with his head, near where he’d already cracked his head open, or perhaps he’d finally knocked that screw fully loose in his brain, but it was hard to focus all of a sudden.

That high pitched ringing took over. The sullen background noise that had filled in the gaps between what he could hear of Neil’s words and wheezing, disappeared. The only sound left now was the rapid beating of his heart in his ears. His breaths turned to pants and eyes were left to focus and unfocus as he stared at the way the ceiling light spun in circles above him.

Neil took a few steps back. Hand covered his mouth as he made his way to the back door and swung it open. This wasn’t calculated, he could tell he was spiralling by how he kept going from the backdoor to the window and back again. He was probably making it seem like a break in, like last time, give him a cover story for when the police arrives.

Once he made the scene, Billy started to feel like he was floating. He tried to look around at how Neil had knocked over some chairs and the ornaments scattered around him, but it was getting hard to focus on things. Everytime tried to stare at the ceiling, or counted the panels of wood on the wall, he’d lose track, forget as his brain went fuzzy. It was taking all his energy to even think over how much the pain was vibrating down to his bones, humming beneath his head.

He hiccuped, felt his chest crunch again, and felt blood come spurting out with it. It trickled down his chin as more came up with every crackly breathe. The pain didn’t exactly die down but became so thick and warm that he almost couldn’t feel it, rose above himself so he could almost see his dad leaning by his side as if he was attached to the ceiling.

It got worse. Burning in his lungs reaching his throat, eyes fully unfocused and head sinking into the floor. Neil’s face hovered right there above his head, not getting close but not leaving. Was it bad that he was glad he didn’t? He didn’t want to, didn’t want to be alone as if he didn’t exist.

Maybe it was a sign that things were going to get better between them. Him staying here had to mean something, right? He wasn’t lecturing or threatening, like last time, just sitting there, still like a doll. This had to mean something.

Darkness was creeping in now. His chest spasmed as he watched blood seep into his shirt. Red, black and white. He couldn’t feel his hands anymore, or anything really. Just a tingling as he accepted that he couldn’t fight off the darkness and gave in.

Tomorrow would be better, right?

There are a lot more fics about Billy in my whumptober plan than I originally thought. I mean, kid's mum walks out, he gets abused and becomes bigoted and abusive himself until he gets possessed and eventually tries to better himself before ultimately dying before he can gets a chance to be better in a better environment, is pretty whumpy. And here's me writing an alternate death where Billy gets drunk and high on prom night, kisses and guy and tries to run away before Neil finds out. Also it's implying that Billy got caught with a boy in California, got beaten up and they moved to California, but I headcanon that Max found him and told Neil, not knowing what he'd do, hence why Billy started really targeting Max in Hawkins. Thanks for reading! @whumptober-archive

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dearhargrove · 2 years

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Change of heart

Billy Hargrove x f!reader

Request Henderson reader (f or gn) dating Billy, Dustin doesn’t approve, Billy climbs into window after fights with Neil and you patch him up (mentally and physically), but one night it’s really bad and he and Max turn up knocking at the door bc Billy is in no shape to climb, and Dustin answers and Billy is like almost passing out but eh and you have to help him, and Dustin is like “oh shit” and yeah happy ending please

summary Dustin never liked Billy, but he definitely didn't like you dating Billy. Until said boy shows up on the brink of losing consciousness but still manages to swoon over you. Yeah, that might have changed Dustin's mind.

tags violence, wounds, bleeding, Henderson!reader

notes I love writing, so I'm happy to be back! It was hectic with the first weeks of school and I haven't been focusing on much else. There was also no motivation, and I just felt guilty leaving you all hanging like I did. Let's hope it gets better! Love you all <3

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Dustin never approved of you and Billy. That's what you expected when you revealed it to him; blatant rejection and some disbelief. It was justified - Billy had terrorized the kids unreasonably for weeks before meeting you.

He had honked at the boys before nearly running them over - but this time you saw him.

You had approached him in school the next day, threatening to run him over instead. From that moment he was intrigued. After asking you out a few times you agreed and got to know him.

It would be quite the shock for everyone to find out he's sweet (when he lets himself).

The first time he needed your help was when he smashed his mirror out of anger, some pieces of the glass still stuck in his hand. You had scolded him and after coddled him, sad this was his only way to channel his anger.

It had luckily never been that bad, a few bandaids, some disinfectant and he was fine.

You were in your room when it happened, reading over your homework.

Dustin huffed out of annoyance at the aggressive knocking before ripping the door open. "What?" That's when he saw who it was on his doorstep. There Max stood, Billy's arm around her shoulder and only barely standing.

"Get your sister. He said she can help," she urges and drags him in. "Woah, Woah. Stop there - he's not going in here or close to my sister." Dustin disliked Billy and didn't trust him. He was scared that you'd end up getting hurt more than anything.

"No," Max just said again and walked further, huffing from the exhaust. "Dustin, what the fuck is going on?" You ask, eyes on the stairs as you walk down (you'd fallen down the stairs way too many times to not be careful).

Max yelled out your name and when you got down the last step she was in front of you with her brother draped over her.

He had blood running down his forehead and his knuckles were burst open. "What happened to him?" You quickly overcome your shock and help the small girl to get him to the kitchen.

You sit him down in one of the chairs and get your - updated - first aid kit. Since the first few times, you've stocked it up on bandages, disinfectant, and more stuff. You brush his hair aside carefully, noticing he was barely conscious.

"Alright, Max, Dustin? Keep him awake, talk to him," you instruct and wipe the blood off his forehead, getting to cleaning the wound high on his forehead. You're incredibly tense, the fact that you have to save this was challenging.

Sometime in between he wakes up completely, hissing in pain. "Jesus, he got me good." He jokes and you would've slapped him if he wasn't in a bad condition like this. "Billy?" Max asks frantically and keeps up the conversation, though his eyes are on you and his hand shakily on your hip.

When you're done you gather up the trash left from everything and gesture to the two teens to take it outside.

With a sigh, you cross your arms and lean against the counter. "What happened?" He smiles at you warily and shrugs, opening his arms. "Hug me I think I deserve some love," it's half-joking, half-serious, so you huff but gather him in your arms.

His head is leaning against your stomach and you have one hand on his neck. "He made some comments about you, and I couldn't stop myself," he explains and you're once again close to smacking him. "I've told you to just let it go when he does that. It doesn't matter to me, so it shouldn't to you."

He shrugs and grins, "Don't care."

With a shake of your head you hear the two friends come back in and take his hand, "Can you walk?" He nods and you help him up. "Pretty sure Dustin accepts you now."

Somewhere - that's way too close for them to not have eavesdropped - you hear Dustin shout a 'Still a long way to go!' and you laugh a little, Billy as well. "He's fierce."

Opening the door to your room you let him go, going to clean up your homework quickly. "Studying as always." He remarks with amusement, dropping on your bed. "Some of us have to," you drily say and sit down next to where he sat on your bed.

"You don't. You're smart enough not to and still ace all the exams, you know that right?" There he goes with the flattery. Scoffing playfully, you change into your pajamas before going to your closet to retrieve some of his shirts, so he wouldn't have to sleep in his bloodied clothes.

"Alright, I have this," you give him a white muscle shirt he'd left months ago, "and this," it's a pair of boxer shorts - you couldn't answer why it was there, but you're glad it was.

"Go change and come to bed, I'm tired."

He looks at you fondly, and even though his eye was swelling up and his face ached with every movement (just as the rest of his body did) he made it a point to send you one of his rare, but appreciated, big smiles.

"Be right back, princess."

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magniloquent-raven · 3 years

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billy's six years old, eating ice cream too slowly to stop it from dripping down his arm in sticky rivulets. he's sitting quietly next to his father on a bench outside some fancy department store while his mother takes her time picking out bracelets to cover her bruises.

a passing stranger smiles at him when neil asks her for napkins. she's tall. billy doesn't like it when strangers are tall. looming over you with their gross nose hairs. he frowns at her, but her smile brightens. "aw, what a little man! he looks just like you, mister. bet he'll be big and strong too."

he frowns harder. it's a relief when she walks away.

billy's ten years old, rubbing his fingers though his new haircut. it's stubbly on the sides and he doesn't like it. he can't move it around like he wants to, it just...stays there. all prickly. neil insisted on the haircut. had to make billy presentable before they went to visit his parents.

billy would be excited about seeing his nana, but he stopped wanting to when neil told him it meant cleaning him up first.

he scowls so hard it hurts when his grandpa claps him on the shoulder. "you look just like your father at that age," he chuckles.

it's a miserable visit. he's moody the whole time. it costs him his dinner privileges and he gets a smack the second they're out the door, but he doesn't care.

he's fourteen when he meets susan for the first time, and he hates her immediately.

they have a sit-down dinner at some shitty restaurant. she orders a salad. she barely speaks. she picks at the checkered table cloth and lets neil brag about work and smiles when it's appropriate and billy hates her.

neil leaves them alone when he goes to pick up the cheque and susan sits in silence, patting her frizzy hair.

until she looks up at him, something small and soft in her expression that billy shrinks away from. "you have his eyes, you know," she says, like it's a peace offering.

cold eyes. arctic ice at midday, bright but dangerous.

he glares at her. "i know."

he's seventeen when max decides she's had enough of his shit. he'd almost be proud of her if he wasn't so pissed.

his throbbing temple doesn't help. it'll bruise, he's sure. but he doesn't remember what he hit his head on. dresser, maybe. corner of a shelf. who's to say.

max glares at him, an ice pack in hand. "what did you do this time?"

"nothing. he's an asshole."

"so are you."

billy's twenty and he lives on his own now. rents a tiny apartment above the local cafe. it's barely big enough for the couch he nearly busted his stitches dragging in here, but that couch is rarely empty anyways. no one seems to mind sleeping in a room that smells like burnt coffee with just enough space not to bump their elbows against a wall.

max. steve. el. they take turns. if billy didn't know any better he'd think they were babysitting him.

it's steve's turn tonight. they usually just watch a movie, but max brought a box of stuff earlier that day that billy hasn't had the courage to open yet, and he'll never admit it but having steve there makes him feel braver.

so they rummage through old report cards and pictures of people billy doesn't remember. until--

"hey, is this your mom? she's a looker, damn." a pause. "you look just like her."

steve glances between billy's stricken face and the worn photo in his hand, blinking, expectant. his expression morphs into one of concern when he notices the tears in billy's eyes. his hand is soft. warm. hesitant as he pats billy's shoulder, and careful as he moves his palm to rest against the side of billy's neck, thumb brushing the underside of his jaw.

billy can't help but crumble a little. lean into the touch. embarrassment twists in his chest, a sickly pressure on his lungs, but steve's knee is brushing his and his fingertips are toying with billy's curls and his eyes are gentle. understanding.

and he thinks about sunlight. the way the ocean glows under it, and the way his mother's eyes always seemed warm like that. crinkled at the corners, glittering with emotion.

she was pretty, el had said. she wasn't the first person to say it, just the first person in a long time. and now...

"thanks," he says quietly.

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inahallucination · 2 years

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anderperry au where todd asks neil out first hehe

now with a part 2 (neil’s pov)

todd knows who neil is but they dont room together

he only knows neil through their numerous classes together and he may have an itsy bitsy crush

neil’s fucking pretty - todd’s known this since the first time he saw him laughing with his group of friends and almost tripped over his feet

luckily no one noticed

anyway neil’s fucking pretty but he’s completely different from todd and wayy out of his league so obviously todd doesnt have a crush

of course then on the second day of classes a teacher asks a question and looks at todd and he panics and neil’s behind him and he must notice because he answers in todd’s stead

and then when todd gets a little lost trying to find where the soccer practice was neil’s the one who finds him and walks him to practice

and neil’s on the team and he’s so fucking hot when he gets competitive and if todd himself wasnt playing todd knows he’d be distracted - luckily having an older brother has ensured that todd is nothing less than fiercely competitive in things he knows he’s good at

that doesnt mean that when practice ends he doesnt hurriedly walk away, pretending he doesnt notice neil approaching, to calm himself down and prepare himself to face post soccer neil

he volunteers to help clean up solely so he doesnt have to see neil

neil doesn't get the hint and stays back to help

todd spends more time doodling neil’s name on his notebook than homework that night and thats when he realizes that his small teeny tiny crush may be not so small nor teeny tiny

and at first todd is very very very determined to ignore it

he stops himself from glancing back at neil or somehow finding him everywhere

he erases all his neil perry themed doodles

but neil doesn’t stop being pretty, the absolute asshole

nor kind nor sweet

and everytime he notices todd is alone (which is always) he comes to sit next to him - he invites him to study with his friends - he answers questions directed at todd in class

honestly he’s a fucking asshole ( theres no way he doesn’t know that he’s gorgeous and sweet and like a dream come alive and there’s no way he’s not using his evil powers to make sure todd thinks about him way more than he should )

and in the end todd’s half in love with him

ignoring his feelings dont work so the only thing todd has is to stop liking him

so he starts watching neil more because surely he cant be completely perfect surely he’ll have one habit that will be something todd hates - maybe he’s a sweater hater

neil is not a sweater hater - and he looks really cute in his stupid sweaters turns out

he’s also actually perfect

he’s kind, friendly, funny - he helps people, he wrinkles his nose when he’s concentrating, he runs his hands through his hair when he’s frustrated

and todd should be furious but now he’s just resigned

the perfect idea actually comes from neil’s friends in the end

todd’s there studying, minding his own business, trying to pretend that neil coming over earlier and asking if he wants to sit with his friends didn’t send his poor poor heart on fire practically

he overhears two of them - charlie and knox he thinks their names are - talking about how one of them (knox) fell in love too quickly and said one of them (knox) replies that actually “i didn’t fall in love with Nancy, Charlie” “yeah because she shot you down before you could”

its genius

todd just has to ask neil out

a tiny part of todd, that he immediately ignores, wonders what it would be like if neil shot him a sweet smile and said “yes i’d love to be your boyfriend”

“woah who’s got you smiling like that?” neil’s voice comes, breaking his neil being hopelessly in not quite love - because todd was not in love - with todd daydreams

neil laughs when todd stares at him wide eyed and points out that he’d left his pen here and that todd had been supporting a very sappy look - in nicer words

todd feels heat rush to his face and he shakes his head denying that he was thinking of anyone neil doesn’t look like he believes him but he nods and todd remembers his new genius plan

ask neil out and get rejected and thus fall out of not quite love with him

todd also ignores the part of his brain that tells him heartbreak is a vicious thing because of course his heart wont break he’s not in love

“H-hey Neil?” Todd asks quietly as Neil moves to go back to his friends.

“Yeah? What’s up?” Neil replies immediately, turning back to face Todd with his bright smile. Todd glances around making sure no one’s looking.

“Um.. this weekend... do you maybe wanna go somewhere...? W-with me, I mean.” Oh, sorry Todd. I already have plans. Maybe you could join my friends and me instead? I’d love to be your friend.

Todd’s waiting for those words to spill out of Neil’s rather kissable looking mouth. For Neil to kindly let him down and state that he only wants to be-

“Y-yeah, I’d love to.” Neil’s smile is blinding and that combined with the pink on his cheeks makes Todd want to reach over and see if his mouth is actually as kissable as it looks. He doesn’t do that. Instead he gapes unattractively because did Neil just agree? Did Neil just-

Oh.

Well that didn’t go as planned.

But Todd can’t bring himself to be disappointed because the small part of Todd that had hoped Neil would like him back is singing. He’s helpless to do anything but smile back at Neil as Neil’s friends call him back and he leaves.

He watches, still not a hundred percent processing that Neil had agreed to go on a date with him, as Neil leans in and whispers something frantically to his friends, his smile still there. His friends whoop and clap him on the back and Charlie catches Todd looking and smirks at him and Todd realizes that Neil must be telling them about their date.

He ducks his head down, wondering if Neil’s friends reaction meant that Neil might have had a bit of a crush on Todd too. And though he can’t understand why he would when he’s so out of Todd’s league, he can’t help but be pleased by it.

Todd stares at his half done math homework and then flips to a clean page in his notebook and starts writing.

He has a date to plan out.

All thoughts of how to get over Neil leave his mind as he debates whether dinner and a movie is too basic. Instead, plans on how to properly woo Neil start to form.

He may be a teeny tiny bit in love.

#todd being an idiot hehe #dead poets headcanons #dead poets society #deadpoets #dead poets #anderperry #todd anderson #dps headcanons #todd and neil #neil perry #neil and todd #neil x todd #dps #dps fandom #anderperry au #anderperry fanfic #anderperry fanfiction #dead poets fanfic #anderperry fic

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No Plans - Billy Hargrove

(Christmas Day Imagine)

Billy x Fem!Harrington!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,602

Summary: Y/n is Steve’s twin sister and is dating Billy. Their mom tells Y/n she can invite Billy over for Christmas. Steve’s not happy about it but Y/n and Billy are.

Authors Note: I don’t know Steve’s parents’ names so I just put y/m/n & y/f/n. So I was thinking of making this a multiple parter. A series. Like this would be part 1 and then part two would be him asking his dad and then a dinner at his, and then maybe apart 3 showing the actual Christmas day at Y/n’s. Would you babes like to read them? (comment below)

Masterlist

Stranger Things Masterlist

Holiday Masterlist

Part 2 (2022) ~ Part 3 (2023)

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“I’m so damn happy we’re finally on Christmas vacation.” Billy let out as he fell back onto Y/n’s bed. It was finally winter break. No school and all free time. Of course on the downside, Billy had to be home more. That being one of the only things Billy liked about school, it got him out of the house for 8 hours at least.

Luckily for him, he has Y/n. An she has been there for him through a lot. He confided in her about Neil’s abuse. She gave him a chance when everyone else only saw the persona he put up. The womanizer bad boy.

It was shocking to both of them that they got along so well. With Steve being her brother and him and Billy as everyone in Hawkins knows don’t get along. Steve hates whenever Billy came over to the house, especially when their parents were home. Their parents absolutely loved Billy and that made Steve’s blood boil. He thought he’d at least get the Hargrove boy away from his home when their parents were home.

Neither Y/n or Steve really cared all that much about their parent’s opinions on basically anything. But it completely irked Steve that their dad seemed to really enjoy spending time with the mullet-haired boy, and their mom dotted on him. They were always working and never home. Y/n understood that they were never around at a young age, even though Steve tried to hide it for as long as possible from her. Their parents didn’t care all that much about them that was clear in Steve and Y/n’s minds. But it didn’t matter to Y/n just as long as it meant Billy could still come over while they were home. On the rare occasion.

“Me to does your family have any plans?” Y/n asked as she joined him on her bed, laying on her stomach.

Billy shook his head reaching a hand up to stroke her cheek. “Nope. Staying right here in this shit town this year.”

Y/n smiled at him resting up on her forearms. “Well, that just gives us more free time together.”

“Damn right.” Billy smirked pulling her into a series of kisses. The two continued to make out until a knock came from her bedroom door.

“Come in.” Y/n spoke loudly moving to put a few inches of space between them. She knew it was most likely her mother and once the door opened she was proved right.

“Hello, Billy.” Y/m/n greeted as she entered the bedroom. She already knew he was at the house having seen and heard his car earlier.

“Hi, Mrs. Harrington.” Billy greeted her back as he moved to sit up a little.

“Staying for dinner Billy?” she asked as she set down Y/n’s clean clothes on her daughters’ dresser.

“I’d love to.” Billy smiled at his girlfriends’ mother as the older woman turned around to face the two teens.

Y/n’s mom nodded with a smile towards her daughters’ boyfriend before she left the room again. Shutting the door behind her. Y/n turned back to look at Billy. “My mom love’s you. Then again you have that effect on moms.”

“Yeah, but the difference is your mom doesn’t like me the way Mrs.Wheeler and her friends do.” Billy smirked wiggling his eyebrows to tease her.

“Thank God she doesn’t. An we don’t speak of that.” Y/n gagged distraught at the reminder before poking Billy in the chest. Billy laughed at her reaction, it was exactly what he thought he would get. He to agreed that it was a blessing that his girlfriends’ mom was what seemed to be the only mom in Hawkins not drooling over him. That would be very awkward.

“Your father seems to like me.” Billy spoke moving to lay on his back, putting his weight on his forearms.

Y/n nodded agreeing with his statement. She doesn’t really care what her parents think they haven’t been very parently in her life anyway. Y/n just cared how Billy treated her, that’s what mattered. “He likes you enough. For him.”

“Your brother on the other hand, hate’s me.” he stated reaching one hand to stroke her arm before deciding to pull her to straddle his lap.

“And you hate my brother. It’s a circle.” she smiled leaning down a little bit so she could connect their lips.

“I heard you’re staying for dinner.” Steve said from the doorway.

It’s startled Y/n a bit having been so engrossed in kissing Billy she hadn’t heard her brother open the door. Y/n groaned at being interrupted again, which made Billy chuckle. Normally he was the one doing that.

“Yup.” He switched his attention towards the door answering Steve. All the while rubbing his hands on Y/n’s hips smirking at her brother.

Steve rolled his eyes in annoyance at Hargrove’s actions and words confirming what Steve heard. It was apparent by his sister not moving off of Billy that his presence wasn’t going to change anything Steve decided to leave them alone again. He had walked in on both of them almost naked before and that was as much as he ever wanted to see. An he didn’t even want to have that burned into his mind like it is.

“Dinner’s gonna be interesting.” Y/n giggled against Billy’s lips.

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“So Billy your family have any plans for the holidays?” Mr. Harrington asked the Dirty blonde boy at the dinner table. It was slightly awkward for Steve and y/n having both parents at dinner. Normally they were always gone or out.

“No sir. No plans this year.” Billy answered trying to be as respectful as possible. He didn’t have the best relationship with ihs but he wanted to have Y/n’s at least like him. Billy didn’t plan on ever letting Y/n go, so he felt like he needed to have her family at least like him. Plus it bothered Steve and that was always a bonus.

Which is exactly why Steve had been glaring at him all night. Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes at Billy’s manner.

“Why don’t you join us then.” Mr. Harrington suggested after thinking for a moment. He had his own suspicions on why Billy was always over and maybe the kid needed a break from home during the holiday.

“That’s a great idea dear.” Their mother agreed, smiling at Billy. Steve couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Now Billy was gonna be overall winter break?! “We have a big dinner and play with the family on Christmas day. We’d love to have you be a part of it.” she added hoping to be able to introduce her daughters’ sweet boyfriend to the family.

“I’ll have to ask my father but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” With Billy mentioning his father Y/n moved her hand over to hold his under the table. A silent reminder that she was there for him.

The rest of dinner went by well. It wasn’t but 30 minutes before everyone finished eating. Steve and Y/n’s parents went to the kitchen to clean up, Steve went to the living room to watch tv. All the while Y/n and Billy headed back up to her bedroom. Once the two were fully in the room with the door shut Y/n scoffed.

“Sure my father wouldn’t mind, my ass. He can’t wait to get rid of you, especially during holidays.” She grumbled anger at how his father treats him. Her parents might not be around but they didn’t kick them out or hit them. “Last year you spent Christmas day alone in your car just driving around.”

“Susan does the big stuff on Christmas Eve. On Christmas day my dad doesn’t want me around. Say’s I’ll ruin the day.” Billy shrugs looking down at the colored rug, not wanting to admit how much it hurt to say out loud.

Y/n shook her head grabbing his hand, interlacing their fingers together. “That’s not true.”

“Its not true to you because you care about me.” Billy said as he squeezed her hand. Looking up from the floor to her eyes. “He doesn’t.”

Y/n yanked him down to sit at the foot of her bed with her before stating. “Well, I care about you enough that his opinion doesn’t need to matter at all.”

“I love you.” Billy stated smiling at her adoring that he had somehow got her all to himself. He had no idea why she cared about him so much but he was determined to be worthy of her. Be better for her cause he didn’t want to ever lose her.

“I love you too.” she smiled back at him, eyes filled with adoration towards the boy beside her.

“Now I have Christmas plans.” he smirked raising a hand to the nape of her neck.

Y/n laughed tilting her head back into his hand. “Guess Susan came in handy, huh? You wouldn’t be able to come over here if she didn’t celebrate on Christmas Eve.”

“Yeah, I guess. Now can we just stop talking about my asshole father and his wife and make out?” Billy asked gently pulling her closer to him.

“I’m cool with that.” Y/n nodded biting her lip in anticipation. They did indeed start kissing hungrily. But in the back of his mind and hers, they both knew that he indeed would probably have to ask Neil if he could come over. Let’s just hope he says yes.

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