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writethrough · 4 months

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Please I am craving a Billy request that is just mindless fluff about you noticing how his eyes crinkle slightly when he smiles or how his chains get tangled sometimes or how he is actually a soft person on the inside who’s never been able to fully express himself and how beautiful his genuine smile is that you hardly get to see and anything and everything in between (your writing is so dreamy and beautiful how how you write Billy is so 😍😩🫶🏻)

Found You

(Billy Hargrove x Gender Neutral Reader)

Synopsis: You give Billy what he's always needed.

Warnings: So fluffy you could suffocate.

Word Count: 513

A/N: Thank you so much for sending this in! (And for the lovely compliment!) I hope you don't mind, but I wrote this in the same way I did Sun Daze and Morning Blue. It's short, but (I think) super sweet.

He comes alive when he smiles.

Not the smirks he throws with the cocky click of his tongue, or the slow pull of his mouth that reveals his teeth one by one, like a predator.

His real smile. The one that crinkles his eyes and scrunches his nose and pulls you in until you’re so close you feel everything. The mint from his gum, the sun baked into his skin, his hands holding your hips, and the softness of his kiss.

He steals your breath every time. You’ve always been the first to retreat to take in more, and he’ll relent for a few moments, busying himself with those teeth dragging along your neck or his lips gliding from the corner of yours to your ear. He's fed up with waiting when he nips whatever flesh is in front of him before returning to claim the artificial watermelon from your mouth.

You’d do just about anything to keep him smiling. To pull his laughter from deep within his gut and have it play like music.

He didn’t laugh much when you first met. Unless it was that taunting one you didn’t like, the one he forced out like armor.

You still remember the first time you made him laugh out of pure joy. He said he didn’t know the last time that happened. And you made a silent promise to bring it out of him as much as you could.

He has such capacity for all of it. Laughter...joy...happiness...he just needed someone to help him find it.

And he does.

He finds it in the sound of your voice, even when you’re mad at him. It’s different. You’re mad at him because you care, because you love him and want what’s best for him.

He finds it in your eyes, that burning fire that ignites just for him. The way he touches you. The way he speaks softly, just for you—because of you. The way he strips off his shirt and pulls you flush to him just to see that fire turn into an inferno.

Then there’s the way you touch him. Not with hate or anger, but like he will break. Your fingers graze his forearms, up to his shoulders, and wind around his neck just to hold him—just because you want to.

You press kisses into his shoulder as the shower cools, your front to his back because it’s getting cold and he’s so warm. You make it beneath the covers, and he drapes himself over you, face shoved into your neck while you rub his back, following the dip of his spine from top to bottom. And if you’re feeling a certain way, you’d give a little pat. And he responds with a suck.

Infectious.

That’s the only way you can describe him.

He pulled you into his orbit and you’ve never been the same.

He gives you trust. And you give him safety.

So, when you say you love his smile, that his laugh is your favorite sound.

His response, every time is:

It’s because of you.

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mrprettywhenhecries · 7 months

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all that glitters [b.h]

✧ a stranger things/bioshock au ✧

one. | a fated encounter

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

✧ Inspired by @b1tchy3lf's Not a Bang, But a Whimper series ✧

☞ w.c. 2.8k words ☞ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, mention of plastic surgery, flirting, incredibly niche crossover lol, not much this chapter honestly ☞ a/n: I've been obsessed with Steph's nabbaw series since she told me the premise and I couldn't help imagining Win in the Bioshock universe. So when she asked demanded I write it and gave me the prompt for the plot how could I say no?

[ masterlist ] [ win lewis bio ]

Rapture, 1955–

When young Rapture newcomer, Win Lewis loses her job, she thinks her luck’s taken a turn for the worse, until a new employment opportunity brings her and diver, Billy Hargrove, together. With plasmid use on the rise, the two formulate a plan to get rich selling stolen ADAM on the downlow. However, every up has it’s down and when the young couple’s scam gets discovered, they must fight to escape the underwater city before it can become their downfall.

Rapture.

Rapture was supposed to be a dream come true. A city under water, a technological marvel, a haven for those with ambition.

No limitations, no restrictions. If you worked hard enough, you could achieve anything your heart desired. The true American dream.

Having lived there for several months now, Win was starting to have her doubts about all that, but it certainly was beautiful.

“Win, dear, are you working or gawking?”

Joyce Byers’ cheery voice snapped her from her reverie and she gave a jump, turning away from the large window that looked out into the gorgeous shifting blue of the bottom of the ocean, a school of colourful fish swimming by.

“Sorry, Mrs. Byers,” Win murmured, smoothing her dress and flashing an apologetic grin.

“If you can’t pay attention out on the sales’ floor, I’ll have to put you in the back,” Joyce warned, though her smile never faltered and Win had to fight not to roll her eyes as the woman turned away to see to something else.

Win let out a sigh and went back to stocking the racks with the newest arrival of dresses, letting her fingers linger over the silky fabric and wondering what they’d look like on her. Discreetly checking one of the price tags, she let out a hiss. There was no way she could afford any of them.

She’d come to Rapture with her father, a scientist recruited to work with the renowned geneticist, Bridgid Tenenbaum, and while it sounded prestigious, he was merely a research assistant with a meager salary. Their home in Rapture was modest, but nothing like he’d made it sound when he told her about the job. It didn’t feel much different from their life on the surface, except here it seemed everyone looked down their noses at everyone else. The only real thing Win had going for her was her looks, which in Rapture was important. The way some people went around getting surgery every other week without a second thought made her shiver.

She looked at the dresses on the rack. If she had something like that to wear, maybe she’d finally be able to get that singing gig at the Kashmir. They’d said she was a dime and had the chops, but to come back when she looked the part.

If she could just slip one of the dresses into her bag…

She’d nicked smaller things before and hadn’t been caught, mostly jewelry, or anything small and easily concealed. She’d never taken anything that big before. She chewed her lip and formulated a plan.

As her shift came to an end, Win slipped into the back room where she’d stowed one of the dresses. She quickly pulled it from the hanger and was in the midst of shoving it into her bag when the door opened and she froze.

“What are you doing?”

Win didn’t need to turn around to know who had entered, recognizing Carol Perkin’s voice and the way she smacked her gum — very unladylike.

“Nothing,” Win replied as casually as she could. “Just getting my things to clock out.”

Slipping her bag onto her shoulders and clutching the strap tightly to her side, she turned around and tried not to wince at the knowing look on her coworker’s smug face.

“Looked to me like you were putting a dress in your bag,” she said, raising her eyebrows as she placed her hands on her hips.

Knowing she’d been caught, Win licked her lips, thinking quickly. She knew Carol had taken things too, but she’d looked the other way, never ratting the other woman out. She wasn’t a snitch.

“Look,” she began, shifting her weight, “we both know you’ve nicked things, Carol. So why don’t you keep your mouth shut and I’ll do the same.”

Carol studied her for a moment, as if thinking it over before a wicked smile crossed her pinched features.

“You can’t prove that,” she said, reaching for the telephone on the wall, her eyes never leaving Win’s as she brought the receiver to her ear. “But I can, and I think Mrs. Byers would be pleased to know we’ve caught our shop lifter. She might even give me a raise.”

Win’s stomach dropped as the other woman punched in the number to Joyce’s office, gleefully ratting her out. Though they were supposedly friends, it was in name only. She should have known Carol would have jumped at any excuse to snub her.

Now all she could do was wait helplessly as their boss arrived with a peacekeeper to escort her out.

Joyce stood by the door, arms crossed over her chest, a disappointed look on her face. “I wouldn’t have expected this from you, Winrey,” she said as the peacekeeper—a large man with a thick mustache and a permanent frown etched on his bluff face—searched her bag, pulling the glittery dress from its confines and holding it aloft.

Mrs. Byers shook her head, her expression tightening. “You were a decent employee,” she murmured while Carol grinned smugly, slipping away to spread the news of Win’s disgrace, no doubt.

“I hope you know I can no longer employ you,” Joyce continued, tutting to herself. “Get her out of my shop, officer,” she said, turning her attention to the peacekeeper, pinching the bridge of her nose as the man grabbed Win’s arm and hauled her forward.

“There’s no need for that!” Win hissed, attempting to jerk out of the man’s grasp.

“No offense, but I gotta make sure you don’t make a break for it, doll,” he grumbled as they neared the door to the front.

“Please,” Win pleaded, shooting him an earnest look. “I swear I won’t run. Just—just let me leave with a little dignity?”

She glanced at the badge on his chest, reading his name.

“Please, Hopper.”

The peacekeeper looked at her before sighing and releasing her arm. “Alright kid, don’t make me regret this.”

Win nodded, silently thanking him and held her head high as they talked side by side through the store to the entrance. She could feel curious eyes on her as she made her walk of shame, but she carefully avoided them.

As soon as they were out of the store, she let out a long breath, deflating slightly and Hopper glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “You ever steal before, Miss—?”

“No,” Win lied, keeping her eyes ahead. “Lewis,” she added, answering his unspoken question.

Hopper snorted doubtfully and Win couldn’t help but turn to gape at him, surprised at his bluntness. He merely grinned bemusedly at her, reaching into his breast pocket to retrieve a brass cigarette case, taking one for himself before offering her one.

“Where d’yeh live, kid?” he asked, snapping his fingers to light her cigarette for her and Win stared at the flame that danced above his finger tips. Taking a pull from the cigarette til the cherry burned bright, she blew the smoke out and told him her address.

“What, gotta walk me all the way home?” she asked, a little petulantly and the peacekeeper chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s right. You tellin’ me you don’t like the pleasure of my company?” he joked, shaking the flame away after lighting his own smoke.

Win shrugged. She supposed it could be worse, at least Hopper seemed like a decent fellow, not like some of the peepers who took their job too seriously, letting the power of their position go to their heads.

“You know, you’re lucky old lady Byers ain’t pressin’ charges after that stunt you pulled,” he mused.

“Yeah, lucky,” Win muttered, bringing the cigarette to her lips. “Still need a new job though.”

Hopper glanced at her as they stopped at the transportation hub, waiting for the bathysphere door to unlock and swing open.

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before stealing,” he pointed out, nudging her inside the submersible.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten caught,” Win muttered.

Silence fell as they traveled down a level, Rapture sprawling out before them through the porthole, the lights of the neon advertisements on the sides of buildings flashing by. An Andrews Sisters’ song played softly through the speakers before the familiar grinding of metal signaled they’d arrived at the next station.

“You handy at all?” Hopper asked suddenly as they neared her and her father’s apartment and Win frowned.

“What?”

Hopper turned to look at her, dropping the butt of his spent cigarette to the ground and snubbing it out with his boot.

“Maintenance is always looking for people,” he said, hiking his trousers up. “Seems like there’s more leaks sprung every day. Usually they only employ men, but if you’re handy and mention I sent you, they might consider it.”

Win peered at the man, studying him shrewdly. “Why would you help me?” she asked and the peacekeeper shrugged uncomfortably, clearing his throat.

“I dunno, kid,” he said, his voice a little gruff. “Just don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, alright?”

Win nodded slowly, digging her keycard from her bag. “Thanks…” she murmured, still unsure what to make of the man.

“Yeah, sure. Just keep out of trouble, okay? Keep your nose clean,” Hopper said, tilting his hat to her before lumbering away.

Win watched him go before unlocking her door and stepping inside. There were definitely worse peacekeepers. She’d gotten lucky.

—

When her father had returned from his shift, Win didn’t have the heart to tell him she’d lost her job, determined to find something else before letting him know, to soften the blow, and the next day she took Hopper’s advice and traveled down to the engineering sector in Hephaestus to inquire about a job.

Win had traversed most of Rapture, but she’d never been this far down before and she tried not to gape at the massive machinery that flanked her as her shoes clicked across the metallic floor that gave way to glass as she entered a sealed off passageway that snaked along the ocean floor. Men in coveralls and diving suits passed her, giving her strange looks, but she ignored them, walking a little faster.

It turned out Hopper was right. Though the man she’d spoken to—Ed something or other—was skeptical at first, as soon as she brought up Hop’s name he seemed to change his tune.

“You know how to sew?” he asked as he led her through a winding labyrinth of machinery filled rooms, steam leaking from vents and puddles of water here and there.

“Uh, yes,” she answered, distracted by the amount of leaks there seemed to be down there.

“Good,” Ed said, grabbing the smallest uniform he could find from a rack next to a long row of lockers. “We need someone to repair the diver’s suits whenever they wear out and to keep the tools and parts room organized and inventoried,” he explained, thrusting the coveralls into her hands.

“Doesn’t sound too hard,” Win murmured, watching some of the workers slip past to get into their lockers.

“Good. You go get changed and I’ll show you to your station,” Ed said, nodding to a changing room. “Don’t wanna get your nice clothes ruined.”

Once she’d been shown her duties, Win set about familiarizing herself with the storage room which was to be her office, as it were. A row of diving suits that needed mending hung from a rack near a desk with a sewing machine, while along the rest of the walls were rows of tools and spare parts in differing states of disarray.

“Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me,” she murmured, running her fingers along one of the dusty shelves. At least down here she wouldn’t have to put up with snooty high society types looking down their surgically altered noses at her.

“You the new girl?”

A voice at the door made her jump and Win quickly spun around to face the man who’d spoken.

“Uh, yeah,” she replied, sucking in a breath as her gaze settled on one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen, leaning in the doorway.

His caramel blonde hair was slicked back in a messy wave, a few strands out of place against her forehead, and he wore a grin that was framed by a neat mustache and thin close cropped goatee that lined his sharp jawline. Blue eyes like ocean waves watched her from beneath a cocked eyebrow sporting a fierce split, sparkling with amusement as her gaze traveled down his broad shoulders and smooth chest, shown off quite nicely by the stained tank top he wore, the bottom half of a diving suit hanging loose around his waist.

A tattoo of a laughing skull, a lit cigarette hanging from its jaw adorned his right bicep and a single golden pendant hung round his neck, resting against his sternum.

The man chuckled and Win quickly tore her eyes away, her face warming when she realized she’d been staring, and quite obviously so.

“What, uhm, what can I do for you?” she asked, clearing her throat as he stepped closer, his own eyes roaming over her form appreciatively.

“My suit needs patching,” he said, unzipping it further and stepping out of it. “Think you could take a look at it for me, doll?” he asked, holding it out for her to take.

“I suppose,” Win snapped, though her lips curled slightly. “Where’s the leak?” she asked, glad to have something else to focus on, though she could still feel his eyes on her.

“Right here,” he said, showing her a small tear in the arm.

“That’s not too bad,” she mused, reaching across her desk to grab a needle and thread. “I can mend this while you wait, if you want,” she offered, threading the needle.

The man shrugged and leaned against her desk. “Got nothing better to do,” he drawled, watching her. “So,” he said after a moment, “you got a name to go with that pretty face?”

Win nearly stabbed her finger with the needle as she pushed it through the thick oiled fabric. “Winrey. Winrey Lewis, Win for short,” she answered, hoping he hadn’t noticed her near mishap.

“Win,” he mused, as if savouring her name, and she looked up at him. “I like that,” he said, his low voice sending a shiver through her.

“And do I get the pleasure of your name?” she asked expectantly, a hint of sarcasm tinging her voice and his grin grew wider.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he teased. “William Hargrove, but you can call me Billy,” he answered, holding out his hand.

“Billy,” Win repeated, taking his outstretched hand to shake. “Glad to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” he drawled, voice like honey, winking as he brought the back of her hand to his lips.

“Charmer,” Win huffed, her cheeks practically burning.

Billy shrugged, reluctantly letting go of her hand. “I’ve been called worse.”

“I’m sure you have,” Win muttered, returning her focus to his suit.

“Can I ask you something?”

“I suppose.”

Billy leaned back, pulling a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “What brings a pretty little thing like you all the way down here?” he asked, placing a cigarette between his lips, the scent of cloves filling the small room as he lit it.

“You want the honest answer?” Win asked, glancing up at him, catching him staring and he nodded.

“If you feel like telling it.”

She swallowed, contemplating. “I got fired from my last job,” she finally answered honestly and Billy’s eyebrows rose, a sarcastic whistle leaving his lips.

“No shit? What for?”

“Got caught stealing,” Win answered, shrugging, and Billy barked a laugh.

“You’re a bit of a bad girl, huh Winnie?” he drawled, though he sounded almost impressed.

“Maybe I am,” Win replied evenly, her eyes flicking to his defiantly and he sucked his teeth, ashing his cigarette in the glass ashtray on the desk.

“I think you’ll do just fine down here,” he said and Win couldn’t help the strange feeling of pride that seeped through her chest at his words.

She merely grinned in response, however, tying off the thread and snipping the excess as she finished sewing up his suit. “All done,” she said, tossing it back to him.

Billy studied her handiwork and let out a sigh. “Guess that means I better get back to it.” Shoving his boots back into the oversized suit, he pulled it up, slipping his arms into the gloved sleeves. “You doing anything after work?” he asked, lingering by the door.

“No, not really,” she answered slowly, biting her lip.

Her answer seemed to please him. “Come for a drink with me?” he offered.

Under that lidded blue eyed gaze, Win could hardly say no, and her answer earned her a roguish flash of white teeth that made her glad she was sitting, lest her knees give out.

“Good, see you then, doll.” With a wink he slipped back out the door, leaving Win alone with her thoughts and her burning cheeks.

Maybe this job wouldn’t be so bad after all.

☞ taglist. @heartbreak-sandwich @afestivelegend @alwaysstuckinsecondgear @super-unpredictable98 @elliethesuperfruitlover @cherrycolasteve

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x oc #bioshock!au #bioshock!billy #oc: win lewis #otp: lewgrove #joz.fic #fic: all that glitters

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nix-rose · 6 months

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I almost danced with joy when i saw this, its so cute!! thanks for the tag @once-upon-an-imagine!!!

To celebrate 2023 coming to an end, create a moodboard inspired by your favourite memories of the year and answer any (or all) of the questions below

1. Top 3 songs of 2023 2. Top 3 artists of 2023 3. Top 3 albums of 2023 4. Top 3 movies of 2023 5. Top 3 tv shows of 2023 6. Top 3 books of 2023 7. Top 3 youtubers of 2023 8. Top 3 podcasts of 2023 9. Top 3 videogames of 2023 10. Top 3 celebrity crushes of 2023 11. Top 3 fictional crushes of 2023 12. Top 3 places you visited in 2023 13. Top 3 new things you tried in 2023 14. Top 3 things you were grateful for in 2023 15. Top 3 things you are looking forward to in 2024

top 3 songs would be: Sex on Fire - kings of leon, ...ready for it? - Taylor Swift, and I think he knows - also Taylor Swift

top 3 artists were: Taylor Swift, Simon Franglen(the avatar 2 soundtrack gets my writing brain turned on-) and Hozier

top 3 albums might be: Speak Now, Reputation, and Unreal Earth

top 3 movies are: Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3, Barbie, and Spider-man Across the Spiderverse

top 3 tv shows would be: Supernatural, Gilmore Girls, and Stranger Things

top 3 books (this is gonna be hard cuz i didnt read much other than fanfics so heres my fav fics) : Prove me Wrong (Billy Hargrove x oc) by @hogwartsandhawkins, Twenty four hours (Eddie Munson x reader) by @ghost-proofbaby and last and definitely not least, She Drives Me Crazy (Steve Harrington x reader) by @upsidedownwithsteve

top youtubers: Brett Cooper, Jordan Howlett and Kall-me-Kris

top podcasts is only one and its called Typology (It's about the enneagram types.)

top video games: (My little cousins got me hooked on this one) Mech Arena and Unravel

top 3 celeb crushes: Jensen Ackles, Ryan Reynolds, Timothy Chalmette.

top 3 fictional crushes: Peter Quill, Dean Winchester, and Billy Hargrove

top 3 places i visited: Sandpoint - Idaho, Central California, Key West - Florida

top 3 new things i tried: Performed my first paid gig, went to a haunted house, dyed my hair purple

top 3 things im grateful for in 2023: My family and friends, my music, my seemingly endless void of opportunities.

top 3 things im looking forward to in 2024 are: Playing music in Nashville, vacationing with my childhood friend for a week, Reputation TV(hopefully)

no pressure tags: @steph-speaks @hogwartsandhawkins @ghost-proofbaby @avgvstlover @theemporium @coffeeandbatboys @xxskycrystalxx @teenwolfmarvel-obsessor and anyone else who would like to join!!

#tag game #2023 recap #moodboard #fictional characters for the win #love my boys #spn #spnfandom #gotg fandom #marvel

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valtoon · 1 year

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steph and billie 💕

#fem harringrove #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #fanart #stranger things #stranger things fanart #valtoonart #fem steve harrington #fem billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #steph and billie

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bigdumbbambieyes · 1 year

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Got fem!harringrove on the brain so,,

Steph Harrington has had a lot of boyfriends over the years but none of them had ever satisfied her as well as Billie Hargrove could. Billie would use her fingers to gently or roughly fuck her until her thighs shook and her back arched.

Billie would eat her out and pay extra attention to Steph’s clit, sucking and teasing with her tongue. Steph would grab at Billies stupid blonde perm and hold her down in between her thighs until the world came back into focus.

And when Billie would lick her lips afterwards and ask if Steph wanted another round? Well, who was Steph to deny her?

omg is it hot in here?? 😵‍💫🥵

i just….love women djfndjf and fem!harringrove is one of my favs because how could it not be?? i’m so partial to sapphic love and lust - it just hits different, y’know?

anyways thank u sm for this yummy lemon treat anon 🤍 once again i’ll not add to it bc it’s so perfect!

#harringrove #fem!harringrove #i’m partial to Stevie Harrington too but Steph Harrington is cute too 😭🤍#anon you’ve inspired me to continue my cunningway fic #and then maybe a little smutty fem!harringrove ficlet #anon ask #thanks for asking 🤍#lemon

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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Idk why I just thought of this, but I had to tell my two wifeys. 😏 @writethrough

Sugar-mama!Reader with Steve or Billy. Or maybe even both. 🤭 She's not a trust-fund baby, no siree, this lady is a boss who worked her ass off to get to where she is and she loves nothing more than spoiling her boy(s), so there's no contract or anything of that nature. Doesn't even have to include sex, sometimes she just asks Billy to come over to her house so she can lay out next to her pool and watch him swim and bask in the sun while they talk. She lets him keep some of his car tools in her big garage and likes watching him work on the Camaro. Omfg what if she buys him a motorcycle after knowingeach other for a while???? 🥴

Steve comes over when Reader needs more of a romantic distraction, I can see him doing things like playing the part of a doting boyfriend, maybe he rubs her feet after a hard day at work, listens to her ramble on while he has his head in her lap, her fingers combing through his hair...makes her dinner in her nice kitchen that puts his parent's to shame...

Idk, wdyt?

steph, if i tell you that i like this more than i thought i would, does that mean you’ll write it? 👀 because i can ask nicely. like, super nicely.

i could see reader taking a liking to billy in that maybe she’s been where he is before? maybe she grew up in a similar way and knows what it’s like to feel like shit because you can’t afford to do anything. i really like that idea of giving him a place to swim, maybe when he wants to get away awhile. because i think billy could have similar dreams, y’know? maybe this is the kind of life he wanted, and partially why he hated steve so much after he moved to hawkins. maybe if we consider both of them being involved, there would be a rivalry of sorts? that is until they realize it’s not necessary and reader adores them both because of who they are.

i bet steve would be great at back rubs. maybe he’d cook dinner because he knows how hard reader works. maybe he realizes that being wealthy doesn’t always mean his parents and shit like that. that it can have a different meaning and love behind it or something. who knows, something like this might even teach steve something about himself. especially if billy’s around.

#you have such a devious mind #dropping this in my lap like that #billy hargrove #steve harrington #steph <3 #bookshelf-dust

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stranger-marauders · 2 years

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fractured

two: dinner and dessert

chapter summary: Kate begins to find more reasons to hate the new kid at school. Steve uses this as an opportunity to try to talk to his former best friend.

chapter warnings: language

word count: 1.9k

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WHENEVER THE BELL rang for Kate's second period class to start, she'd been more than slightly annoyed to find that the boy that had almost hit her car that morning was currently talking to her teacher, Ms. Meyers.

Great.

She sat down next to her lab partner, Stephanie Hunt, who had seemingly been drooling over the blond boy at the front of the classroom. She only watched her for a moment, giving her an unreadable expression. "Steph."

"Hm?" she said, almost as if she'd been snapped awake. She turned to Kate, her eyes widening. "Dude, have you seen the new guy?"

"Yeah, he almost killed Barry," she said simply, referencing to her car Bartholomew.

"Jesus, really?"

"Yeah. Totally seems like your type though."

Stephanie stifled a laugh, shoving Kate slightly as she snickered.

Kate had met Stephanie after Winter Break of her junior year. Her family had moved from Chicago right after the new year holiday, and she hadn't known anyone. However, when she sat next to Kate in English and asked her for a pen, she very quickly adopted her into her own friend group, just as Jessica had done for Kate years before. Stephanie had proven to be a wonderful friend to her, especially after everything that had happened last year. She met her after she and Steve had stopped being friends, so she had been the first person who hadn't looked at her like someone whose puppy had been kicked. Stephanie had even listened to every word she had to say about the situation, and she had seemingly eaten it up—unlike everyone else, it was all new information for her. One of Kate's favorite things about her, however, was that her last name had been right after hers alphabetically in the senior class. It had given her someone other than Steve to sit next to in classes that had alphabetical seating charts, as his last name was the one before hers.

Before either of the girls could say anything else, Ms. Meyers began to speak. "Good morning, class. Today I'd like to introduce our newest student to you, William Hargrove."

"You can call me Billy," he said, flashing a smile to the thirty-something-year-old teacher.

Gross, Kate mouthed to her friend.

"Since it's the beginning of a new quarter and we have a new student, I've decided to adjust the seating chart slightly. It'll stay in alphabetical order."

"We'll be fine, right?" Stephanie asked.

"So, Mr. Hargrove, you're going to sit where Mr. Harrington is, and you'll move where Ms. Hunt is..."

"Shit," Kate whispered, whining to her friend as she started to move her things. "Steph..."

"You'll be fine," she whispered back. "It's just an hour. You'll live."

She sighed as Stephanie moved out of the way to let Steve put his stuff on the table. He cautiously sat on the barstool next to hers, watching her carefully.

He hadn't ever thought this would happen. He couldn't believe the incredibly difficult classes that he'd decided to take were finally paying off, because now he was sitting right next to her. He didn't think he'd be able to speak to her if he tried. Currently, she was writing something down in her science notebook, presumably something from the already-filled chalkboard at the front of the room. He finally mustered up the courage to say something to her. "Hey."

"Hi."

He hesitated. "I–I'm sorry Stephanie and I had to switch, um..."

"Nothing you could control, right?" Kate said, still focusing on her notes. She still hadn't looked up to him.

"Right," he replied softly, still watching her. It didn't take a genius to figure out she was upset, and he didn't want to annoy her any more than he already was annoying her. He could only watch her in silence as she continued to take notes.

After a few minutes, when she'd finally felt his gaze on her still, she turned to him sharply. "Don't you have, like, notes to take or something?"

He quickly jerked up, almost as if he were waking up from something. "Right, I... Yeah. Sorry."

When she hadn't replied, turning back to her work as her face turned the slightest shade of pink, he sighed. He wished, more than anything, that he could have her back.

Kate had quickly found Jonathan and Nancy after her European history class.

She wrapped her arms around them, coming up behind them and saying, "Boo!" When Jonathan and Nancy both tensed up, she laughed, and they both immediately let loose when they saw her face, laughing slightly.

"Kate, can you tell Nancy to relax and that I'm not going to be alone on Halloween?"

She looked to Nancy, then Jonathan with fake surprise. "You're not?"

Jonathan gave her an unreadable look. "Very funny."

"What is this in reference to?" Kate asked.

Nancy showed her an orange flyer, which had been a notification of Tina's Annual Halloween Bash. "I want Jonathan to come to this."

"Oh, nice. 'Come and get sheetfaced.' I love that," she said, chuckling slightly.

'i'm going trick-or-treating with Will," Jonathan explained.

"All night?" Nancy asked, unconvinced.

"Yeah."

Nancy started to shake her head. "Nah, no way. You're gonna be home by eight, listening to the Talking Heads, and... reading Vonnegut or something."

"Sounds like a nice night," Jonathan replied, grinning.

"Jonathan, just go to the party," Kate said. "I'm going, too. Just get out of your comfort zone."

"Yeah, just come. I mean, who knows, you might even, like, meet someone."

Jonathan, Nancy, and Kate hadn't even noticed Steve come up behind Nancy as she opened her locker to pull a book out of it. Steve had sunglasses on and picked her up as she squealed. Steve chuckled, wheezing almost as Nancy turned around and slapped him.

"Oh my God! Take those stupid things off!"

"I missed you."

"It's been, like, an hour."

"Tell me about it," Steve said, taking Nancy in for a kiss.

Neither of them had noticed that Jonathan and Kate had walked off, not wanting to watch that—it sucked to watch, and they both wanted to avoid that relationship as much as they possibly could.

"Okay. Okay, okay, God," Nancy finally said, letting loose from the kiss as she continued to look through her locker.

"Sorry," Steve murmured sheepishly.

Nancy looked to find that Jonathan had walked off with Kate. Steve had noticed it, too, and felt the same thing that Nancy felt: a pang.

Meanwhile, the two that had abandoned ship had started a conversation of their own as they walked to lunch.

"You're not actually going to this thing, are you?"

She shrugged in response. "Yeah, I mean, I promised the girls I'd go. We're dressing up as the Pink Ladies, and they forced me to be Sandy, so..."

"You don't have to go if you don't want to," he replied. "How about you come with me and take the boys trick-or-treating with me? Then you don't have to worry about seeing him."

"Him meaning...?"

Jonathan gave her an unreadable expression. "Come on."

Kate rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'm not still on that, Jonathan. They've been dating for, like, a year now. I'm used to not having him around anymore. Besides, I've been in a whole relationship since then. Doesn't that count as something."

He looked down to the necklace around her neck. "Sure."

She scoffed. "You know, you're one to talk."

"What?"

She scoffed again. "Don't even act like that! I see the way you look at her. Like you want her to jump your bones or something."

In a way, both of them were absolutely right about each other.

Even though it had been eleven months since Steve and Nancy had started seeing each other, Kate and Jonathan still hadn't gotten over their feelings for each of them. Even though both of them wanted to get over more than anything in the world, they couldn't.

Kate had tried much harder than Jonathan did to get over her feelings. Jonathan just dealt with it, mostly, but still remained somewhat close with Nancy, didn't cut her off completely. Kate, however, had separated herself from Steve, and, most of the time, unless absolutely necessary, she was never alone with her former best friend. Even for one of their classes the previous year, where they had been assigned to do a project as partners, she only spoke to him in class or at the library at the school. She'd even dated Jamie before he'd gone away to school. Even though she tried as much as she could, how she felt didn't go away, and if anything, she just hurt herself and Steve more.

Jonathan stifled a laugh. "Who?"

Kate smiled, but shoved Jonathan slightly as they entered the cafeteria. "See you later, dork."

As she walked over to her group of friends, Jonathan smiled slightly. Even if they weren't perfect, he was glad to have a friend like Kate.

That night, Hopper pulled next to Kate's car in their makeshift driveway.

With his flashlight in hand, he walked over the tripwire that had been tied in between the tree trunks and approached the cabin. Once he'd opened the screen door, he knocked on the actual door with the "secret knock," and the door was quickly unlocked. When the door opened, he wasn't greeted by anyone—Kate had really taken advantage of the fact that she didn't have to get up and open it herself anymore.

Hopper shut the television off and checked the refrigerator door to find no Eggos—shocker. Once he'd pulled a drink from the fridge and had taken a sip, he finally said something about the half-eaten Eggos at the table. "Hey, what'd we talk about?"

Kate scurried out of her room, joining her father had the dining room table.

"No signal," a voice belonging to a girl called from her room.

"What?"

"No signal," she repeated. "It's eight-one-five. You're late."

Kate nodded, pressing her lips together. "Yeah, you had us worried."

Hopper leaned back in his chair, looking at his daughter pointedly. He spoke loudly so he knew both girls could hear him. "Yeah, I lost track of time. I–I'll signal next time, all right? Uh, and it's eight-fifteen. It's not... eight-one-five."

Kate stifled a laugh: the younger girl's vocabulary had never failed to make her smile, even if it was terribly incorrect. The younger girl, Eleven, joined the other two at the table. She repeated slowly, "Eight-fifteen."

"Now, what'd we talk about?" he said, pointing to the Eggos as he rolled up his sleeves. "Dinner first, then dessert. Always. That's a rule. Yeah?"

"But Dad, we were starving, and I didn't want to poison us," Kate said, not even trying to hide her smile.

Hopper looked up to his daughter, shaking his head. He knew that wasn't exactly true, but he always enjoyed playing along.

Eleven nodded. "Yes."

Hopper gave his two girls a tight-lipped smile as the three opened their TV dinners, enjoying their meal together.

Even if Kate didn't have Steve, or much else, for that matter, she had the two of them, and that's all she could've asked for.

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