#tommy hagan x fem!reader imagine

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just what i needed | stranger things ; t.hagan

A/N ;  This uh.. it may or may not have been a true labor of love for me -as is the one I have going for Billy, tbh. I started this telling myself that I probably wouldn't ever do anything with it and then an insane lack of reader fics for this goofy freckled bastard -and a burning desire to at very least fix friendships and meddle around with what could've been (in the case of tommy and billy and friendship) and yeah.. Here we are. I go into this fully aware that literally nobody asked for this and most likely, this will not be one of the series that a lot of people read, but.. I can't just not post it. I can't.

So, if you've been looking for a short lil Tommy x reader thing, here we are, babes.Sorry it's a reader insert, this just worked for me, idk.

Pairing ; Tommy Hagan x Good girl!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; this one is set around the point in season 2 when Tommy and Steve have their falling out. It's written under the pretense that Carol dumps Tommy for whatever reason and there will be so much billy and tommy friendship fuckery (Despite me own personal belief that Tommy loved both Steve and Billy but also wanting to like.. let other tommy fans insert themselves into the picture anyway..) There will be no upside down + it's unholy terrors here. Just the same as allll the others, this is a teen rom com / slice of life thing so there won't be anything but the normal here.

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Warnings ; Tommy coming to a lot of huge realizations. Underage drinking (and yes, a short drive bc this is the 80's) and a no parents house party situation. Lots of sexual tension, mentions of fuck marry kill being played, a very very drunk reader and a slightly less cocky version of Tommy bc he's going through a lot here and he's getting his head around it. Huuuge potential that Billy and Tommy are more than a little OOC here. I've been dying to write them but i miiight not be the best at it.

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“I think we need a break, Tommy.”

– when she said it, the first thing he thought was that she was just bored. She wanted to fool around with other guys and she’d come crawling back. That had been almost a month ago.

And so far? 

Carol Perkins hadn’t looked back a single time.

Tommy just wasn’t sure what exactly to do with himself. With Steve preoccupied with the situation with himself, Nance and Byers, Steve wasn’t in the right frame of mind to give him any real advice and they weren't talking anyway because they'd gotten into it for those exact reasons. Billy Hargrove turned out to be the one to notice his internal struggle.

Billy had taken him aside.

“Be dressed and ready at 8. You’re goin to Tina’s party with me tonight.”

Billy’s tone indicated clearly that he wasn’t fucking around.

So with the firm order, Tommy threw together a last ditch effort Halloween costume. A red bandana rolled and tied around his forehead. A sleeveless white tank top and some old oil-stained jeans he had lying around that had clearly seen better days. To give the outfit a little more realism, he even offered himself up to mow the lawn for his old man.

Around 7:45, he found himself standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom, the plastic Bowie knife strapped to his bicep. He laughed at how ridiculous it was, the idea that a stupid Halloween party was somehow going to fix the place his head was at lately. He knew it wouldn't, obviously. The problem was that this time, he just didn't know what the fuck to do to even begin fixing at least some of the problem.

He almost called Billy to call the whole thing off but right around the time he picked up the phone downstairs in the hall to do it, the loud rumble of the Camaro driven by Billy Hargrove came roaring up the street, an abrupt halt at the curb in front of the Hagan house.

Billy laid on the horn, half out the window, yelling out to him. “Get your ass in, Hagan. C’mon, we got shit to do.”

Tommy made his way down to the Camaro and got in on the passenger side. The drive was quiet at first. But Billy shattered the silence. “Remember my talk with Harrington? I’m gonna tell you the same thing so just fuckin listen, alright? Carol’s not worth it, man. Look, she was screwing around on you over the summer. You know it, I know it because you told me a thousand times. You weren’t really that happy either and she kinda treated you like shit, Hagan.”

“Yeah,yeah.” -but it’s hard to let go of an old habit and essentially, that was the perfect description of his relationship with Carol Perkins since as far back as 7th grade. The more he thought about it lately, the harder it was to remember why he’d even liked her in the first place.

She was blunt, rude, definitely spoiled. And while he always took up for her, she never seemed willing to do the same for him. They spent nearly all their time arguing -that is when they weren’t fucking at his house or hers or in his backseat.

Steve might have been onto something when he broke away from their usual girls.

Granted, he’d picked the worst one possible to experiment breaking away with, but  the fact remained… Steve did seem more at ease now that he wasn’t just amassing himself a body count.

“There are other girls out there, man. There’s other fish in the sea.” Billy said it with a shrug as he exhaled smoke and took the last drag of his cigarette. “Tonight, you’re gonna see that. You’re gonna see I’m right.”

Tommy laughed. “Doubtful, but whatever.”

Billy rolled his eyes. For whatever reason, Tommy felt the need to elaborate. “Girls don’t date the sidekick, Hargrove. They date, well… You or Steve. Not me.” Tommy said it with absolutely none of the bitterness or the jealousy this fact made him feel, just flat. As if it were something he’d come to accept. 

“I’m gonna smash your fuckin head against a wall, idiot.” Billy rolled his eyes. “Look. You’re not just the fuckin sidekick. You’re probably one of few actual friends I’ve got here. This is for your own good, man.” Billy’s Camaro pulls to a stop behind a red Mustang fastback that Tommy’s seen around the Hawkins High parking lot a time or two but never really bothered to pay attention to. When he caught sight of the license plate, he snickered to himself and nudged Billy, nodding to it. “TOOFAST, huh?”

Billy rolled his eyes. “Please. It’s Ford. The only thing it’s too much of is a pain in the ass when it breaks down on the side of the road. Ya know,” he rubs his chin and chuckles, “The driver’s this real cute little thing. Shy as hell, man. Her brother gave her the car.”

Billy could have told him that the driver in question was the same girl that had him stopping midsentence when he popped into the class BIlly just happened to have with her, but Billy wasn't about to do that, oh no. Where was the fun in doing that?

Tommy’s brow quirked. “A girl drives that.”

“Mhm. Like a little old lady out for Sunday brunch, but she drives it.” Billy laughs from the front step of Tina’s house as he looks back at Tommy who is still admiring the car. Tommy shrugs. “Not bad.. For a Ford, I mean. It’s red.”

Inside the crowded house party, you dangled your keys in your hands while nursing a heavily spiked cup of punch and somehow, wishing it was stronger. Parties were not your thing. People -especially the viper pit known as the cool kids at Hawkins High, were even less your thing. You only tolerated Hargrove because he wasn’t fake like the rest of the ‘cool kids’. And he knew your older brother, so you kind of had to tolerate him at this point. And maybe at some point, tolerance turned to an odd sort of friendship, and that odd friendship was the reason you were even here tonight. Sneaking out to a party which was not something you'd normally do. Neither was drinking but.. It was taking the edge off.

It was Billy’s idea to talk you into coming out to this alcohol fuelled open grope fest.

But you were annoyed. It was too loud. Too cramped. Just too much.

And Billy, the asshole responsible for talking you into sneaking out tonight, well.. He was running late as usual.

“Five more minutes. If he’s not here in five more minutes, I’m out.” you say it to yourself as you slam back the contents of the red plastic cup in your hand. You make your way into the kitchen. There are a few people in there but not as many as the living room or out back where the keg is set up, waiting to be tapped.

Madonna gives way to Ballroom Blitz and you bounce around on your feet a little, grinning.

 At least this isn’t more of that shitty pop music Tina and Carol have been playing on a heavy rotation all night. At least it’s… something.

You’re swaying your hips to the music as you dance around the kitchen, opening cabinets and just being nosey overall. When your eyes light on the bottle of vodka, you raise a hand and giggle. “This oughta numb the stupidity my eyes are beholden right now.” you muse as you scramble up onto the counter and grab for the bottle.

You’ve just uncapped it and taken a huge sip when your best friend Layla wanders in and gapes. Not only are you at Tina’s stupid party, you’re drinking vodka straight from the bottle. She nods to the bottle in your hand. “Pace yourself, lightweight.”

“Oh my god, fuck off, Lay.” you laugh a little. Your eyes flit around, taking in the drunken mass of teenagers at varying stages of drink or fuck. All that’s missing is a brawl. And you laugh as soon as that thought comes because with Billy supposedly coming out tonight, that’s a very real possibility.

“Is he here?”

“Who?” you answer, taking another sip. The burn of the vodka is starting to lessen. It’s starting to go down a lot smoother now.

This probably should’ve been your warning to stop but sadly, it won’t be.

“Billy! You’re the one who’s friends with him, God knows how that one got started..” Layla has that dreamy look. The one she always gets right before she does something so stupid it’s almost incomprehensible. It usually ends with her, crying in her room -or yours, while she talks about boys being dogs and insisting they don’t want anything but sex.

“Hey!” you pout and you find yourself glancing around. Billy isn’t here. But to be fair, Billy isn’t exactly the person you’re looking for right now, either. No, the guy you’re looking for is Tommy Hagan and the fact that you can’t seem to stop yourself from searching for him in a crowd frustrates you to no end.

Layla’s still going on and on about how neat it must be to be partially in-crowd when you zone back into the present and out of your daze. You laugh hysterically because it’s just not true. 

They’re royalty -supposedly, and you’re just.. Not.

You’re the quiet one. The awkward one. The girl who doesn’t really do well with others. People always assume you’re a sweetheart -and you are, but.. This comes with the nifty little annoyance that they also feel like they can just plow right over anything you say or any boundaries you set. And if it weren’t so damned hard to just speak up, to just let yourself get good and angry like you want to sometimes, if you had the spine to stand up for yourself, they’d find out real quick that you’re not the girl to mess with.

“Oh my god, did you see who Carol is here with?” Layla finally changes the subject. At the mention of Carol Perkins, you roll your eyes. “Nope.” the p lingers as you say it. Calmly raising the bottle of vodka to your lips to take another long pull. “Don’t really care, either.”

“Ben! She’s here with Ben.”

“So?” you shrug. It did sting a little, knowing the queen bitch of Hawkins High was at Tina’s Halloween party with your latest ex, the one who dumped you because you were “too boring.” Which was bullshit, it was guy code for “won’t just crawl into my backseat willingly.”. 

But then the stray thought crept in. Tit for tat.

You are real quick to shove this out. As if Tommy Hagan, with beautiful eyes and goofy smile -and admittedly, not a working brain cell in his head, bless his heart, and those goddamn freckles and that fucking dry sense of humor.. As if Tommy Hagan would ever look twice at you.

“So? You’re not upset?”

“She can fuckin have him, honestly.” you shrug and laugh as you take another sip, “And he can take a flying fuck on a rolling donut.” your words slur just a little and at the two times you say fuck in the same sentence, Layla glances from you to the bottle in your hand and she just laughs.

“Hey… Let’s get Isla and Dot… Maybe we can play a little Kill,Fuck,Marry or somethin.. Maybe make this bullshit party at least a little fun for us, the peasants.”

You shrug.

On cue, Isla rushes in and she’s all laughter and trying to grab you both to kiss your cheeks. She absolutely reeks of alcohol and she’s probably a good two of three sheets to the wind. Dot wanders in behind her, a cup of punch raised to her lips.

“Did you see who your ex is here with? He downgraded, girl. He downgraded so bad.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head no while shrugging. “Layla already told me and honestly, I don’t fucking care. Ben can go fuck himself.”

Dot blinks. Then she sees the bottle in your hand and she giggles. “Oh.” she laughs out. “Oh… so you’re actually letting the sassy side out to play tonight, hm? This can be fun.”

“Or it’ll be a complete fucking disaster, either way. I’m here. So.. are we playin or not?” you hop up to sit on the counter. There’s a radio sitting beside you and mostly to combat the pop bullshit in the living room, you turn it on and flip through the stations until you find your preferred one. 

After a little tuning -and a giggly smack to the back of the radio, Steveie Nicks  just barely picks up and you hum along with Dreams as you work the heeled boot off of one of your feet with the other. It’s just now that Isla seems to notice your lack of a costume.

“This is a costume party. I thought you were the living embodiment of spooky, bitch?”

You shrug. And with a roll of your eyes, you brandish the stupid cat headband you’d picked up last minute at the general store in town. “I wasn’t planning on coming here but somebody insisted.” you drawl out, laughing. “And then, naturally, the asshole is late.”

Isla and Dot share a look and Layla fills them in. “Billy.”

Their eyes light up and you roll your eyes. “Oh no. Nope. Absolutely fuckin not, alright? Look. he’s my friend and all but I can tell you with absolute certainty that he is… Not lookin.”

They all pout in unison. Layla slips up onto the kitchen island to sit and Isla hops up onto the counter next to you. Dot grabs a dining chair and drags it over, turning it so the back of the chair is pushing up her tits because of course she is, she’s also wearing a low cut pirate dress.

“Okay, when we left off last weekend in Kasey’s treehouse, it was your turn.” Layla smirks at you as she makes grabby hands at the bottle of vodka. You take a few sips and grimace. The burn is dull, but every other sip or two it sneaks back around to surprise you. You can feel it working, you’re lightheaded. Lightheaded and you can’t stop laughing.

Or saying wildly inappropriate things, as you’re just about to find out.

“Okay,” Layla is glancing at you with a wicked gleam in her eyes, “Kill, Fuck Marry… Steve Harrington, Ben or…” she glances around and rubs her chin thoughtfully as her eyes settle on someone just outside the room. “Tommy Hagan.”

You scowl and flip her off, laughing.

“Oh god.. Ben’s dead. And I’m reversing the damn car to make sure he doesn’t come back. Steve is.. Out entirely because honestly, he’s so…” you rub the bridge of your nose as you try to think of a word to fit the way you feel, your eyes brightening when you come up with the perfect one, “over-rated. Yeah.. yeah, that’s the word I’m lookin for.”

“You can’t–” Isla and Dot are about to argue that you can’t place one person into two categories but Layla shushes them. You don’t notice it, you’re swinging your bare legs against the cabinet below the counter you sit atop as you stare at the red polish on your toes, but Layla nods to Tommy, who just happens to be standing right outside the kitchen with an almost comical look of shock and awe on his face, at least a little invested with this little game of hypotheticals.

After all, how can he not be? His name was mentioned.

He’s hanging around because his name is the only one left. And the realization that this means for once, he’s been chosen.. Noticed.

And the fact that it’s you, well..

The poor guy is struggling heavily inside himself right now. But he’s listening because he just needs to hear you say it. There has to be a reason.

“We’re waiting.” Layla clears her throat.

You shotgun a generous sip from the bottle in your hand and pass it to Isla when she nudges you and nods to it. You burp and then you laugh, a snort coming that makes your three friends double over.

“Wait, whoa.. Let me get this right.. You can pick between Steve Harrington and Tommy Hagan and you’re picking.. Him..” Isla wrinkles her nose as it sinks in. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why?” she hands the bottle back to you. Dot reaches for it and you lean out and nearly faceplant the damned kitchen floor in the process and you would have if Isla hadn’t grabbed you by the arm to pull you back. You’re laughing as you lean your head back against the cabinet behind you. “Y-you asked for it.”

“Well?” Layla taps her wrist and she’s barely hiding a smirk. Tommy is frozen in the doorway, watching you like a hawk. Like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you before and he’s absolutely fucking… smitten. And Layla knows he’s standing there, she could easily tell you he’s standing there but honestly, she’s figured out a long time ago that you might or might not have just the teeniest crush on the guy. And she knows you’ll never say it without a little push. And a lot of liquid courage.

“Ugh, fiiine.” you raise the bottle to your lips. When the radio at your side starts playing Careless Whisper, you glare at it and flip it off. “Ew, fuck.” you grumble.

You’re stalling, of course.

“First of all,” you speak up after things have settled down a little. “Carol Perkins was fuckin lucky to have him, okay? Lucky. All the shit he put up with outta her and he protected her and stood up for her? Marriage material, bitches. Like seriously, just ugh…. Watching him stand up to somebody for her used to get me so damn hot. He deserves better, y’know. I mean, shiiiit.. Anybody is better than Carol no tits to speak of  Perkins…” you turn the cat ears over in your hand thoughtfully. Then after a second or two, you slip it onto your head. Crooked, but of course it is.

You’re laughing again, that same dreamlike look on your own face that you were taunting Layla for when it came to Billy Hargrove earlier. You sigh. “As far as the fuck verdict. Listen, if I’m going to..” you’re hiccupping and as you do it, you frown at yourself and a hand raises to your lips as if to stop the soft sounds. You’re not a drinker, not by any stretch.

Outside the kitchen, Billy’s noticed Tommy lingering. Watching you. He smirks to himself. He’d known it the second he got to know you somehow. Tommy Hagan would absolutely eat up the whole cute and quiet little thing you normally have going on. And when he got to really know you and realized that you have this sass, this fire that you keep hidden… Oh god.

It was the whole reason he dragged Tommy out to this party. Well, that and the fact that Tommy had to come into the class you have with Billy earlier in the afternoon before he asked you to come and when Tommy walked in, Billy couldn’t help but notice the goofy little smile. Or the way you were flushed and flustered to a point where you dropped your pen at least three damn times while staring and trying to make it seem as if you weren’t.

Oh and, he’d also noticed Tommy doing his own fair bit of sharing when you weren’t looking, when you had your nose buried in the magazine you’d stashed inside your textbook while you pretended to pay attention.

This needed to happen.

So when he hears the topic being discussed, he can’t help but chuckle and nudge Tommy. “I’m gonna go make my rounds, Hagan. Kegstands later, right?”

Tommy nods.

Fixes his focus back on you. Waiting. His heart is beating so loud he can feel and hear it in his ears.

And inside the kitchen, you speak up, digging the hole for yourself even deeper when you do it.

“Have you seen his hands? Y’know what they say about a boy with big hands or big feet…” you’re especially giggly at the thought, your skin burning hot all over, but you’re only going to keep talking. Keep digging yourself down deeper into a hole you don’t even realize you’re digging yourself currently. “All I’m saying is if I’m actually going to give up my virginity, I wanna be with somebody who knows what the fuck he’s doing. I just.. Look, you three can stop fuckin lookin at me like that, “ you pout, your voice a soft and lazy drawl because the combination of the alcohol coursing your system at the moment and just the… Thought.. Of the things you’d let Tommy Hagan do to you that you’ve kept hidden all this time, well.

You’re in a daze.

“I’m not like you, damn it. I can’t just hop in a backseat and just get it over with. I kinda..” you’re fidgeting with the sleeve of the flannel shirt you were wearing over the thin little dress you’d thrown on to wear for the night, “I want it to mean something and like.. I’ve liked him forever now, oh my god. The short answer here is Tommy fucking Hagan can absolutely wreck me, alright? Just.. yes.. Yes..” 

“Wait..” Isla gazes at you. “Was he?” she trails off, shaking her head. A little stunned because for some strange reason, she’d had the feeling it was somebody else entirely. 

Dot laughs and asks quietly, “So the guy you wrote all that stuff about for creative writing. The little shorts and the poems that had the goddamn teacher so flushed she couldn’t even read it out loud like she said she planned on doing to all of us last year…” Dot swings her feet and reaches out for the bottle as The Chain comes on the radio and you start to sing along, sighing as you shrug. “Yeah. They were about him, alright? Don’t start your shit with me, damn it. I know it’s stupid and I know I’m a sap. I don’t care.” you take the bottle back from Dot, leaning out too far again and laughing about it through a wild mess of hair as it swings down in front of you, your palms flat against the countertop to catch yourself.

When you sit back up and at least make an attempt to do something with your hair and the headband, you’re still hiccupping, laughing and your hand raises to your mouth.

“She’s soooo fucking drunk right now.” Layla laughs when she says it, giving you a little grimace.

“Girl? Are you gonna be okay?” Dot asks, snickering quietly.

“Oh sweetie.” Isla winces as she thinks about the headache you’re going to have in the morning and slips an arm around your shoulders to pull you into her side, “Your hair is gonna hurt. That’s how bad your hangover is gonna be.”

Your eyes widen, you’re starting to realize that you are well beyond the level of tipsy you set out for and you are now blitzed. Blitzed as in you’re suddenly not entirely sure if you’re walking out of the party later or you’ll wind up finding some way to con your older brother’s best friend Billy to carry you.

Layla clears her throat. “I’m going for a smoke.”

“Me too.” Dot and Isla chorus. You almost say you’ll go too because shit, why not… you’re trying out the drinking and the stupid cliche house party, the sneaking out of your house bullshit that nearly got your ass broken when you underestimated exactly how much weight the trellis by your window could hold safely.

You almost go bopping right outside with your three best friends, but.. You’re not about to try to get off the counter and fall straight down to the floor and kiss the tiles.

“The floor is lava?” you question, palming your face and leaning your head back against the cabinet behind it as Layla, Dot and Isla leave the room. When the local pop station starts to dominate the airwaves and your chosen channel is nothing but a faint ghost in the background, you scowl at the radio and reach out, snatching the cord from the plug in.

Billy makes his way in. His brow raised at you. “Are you drunk right now, pint size?” he’s barely hiding laughter in the teasing accusatory tone he takes. You’re laughing to yourself and you hold a finger up to your lips. “Shhhhhhhhh!” you look around as if any second, somebody will pop out and you’ll be in trouble for drinking.

Billy plugs the radio back in but you glare at him. You shake your head. “Too loud.”

He chuckles to himself. “Why are you sitting on the counter when there are chairs, hm?”

“The floor is lava. It’s lava, Billy.”

“The floor is lava.” Billy’s trying not to howl in laughter and in effort to hold back, he’s nearly shaking.

Sweet Caroline comes on the radio and if Billy only suspected you were totally off the tits drunk before, he gets his biggest confirmation when instead of ba ba ba you find it hilarious to yell out fuck fuck fuck.

Loud. Louder than he’s ever heard you be before. And this includes all the times he was present at your place when you’ve chased your older brother down while yelling at him about eating your ice cream or leaving the toilet seat up or using your fancy conditioner because he likes the way it makes his hair soft. Billy wasn’t entirely sure you possessed the  vocal range you’ve just demonstrated until now, truth be told. And that thought has him laughing. Grinning in amusement.

Tommy is going to eat this shit right up. Guy has a bit of a protector kind of bend to him and Billy knows with no doubt that he has to go through with his plan now.

“Jesus christ.” he rubs his forehead. Then he catches sight of the bottle of vodka sitting at your side and he yanks it away. “Give me that shit! No wonder you’re fuckin drunk. How in the hell did you find vodka?”

You reach up and tap the cabinet door while snickering. “Climbed my ass up and got it, duh.” you stick out your tongue.

“I can’t right now, I fucking can’t. I’m gonna.. Let me go find you a babysitter, alright?” Billy gazes at you in concern. You’re one of the few people aside from Tommy he actually considers a friend and given that your older brother is one of the few best friends he has in this pissant little town he’s been plopped into, he feels like it’s kind of his duty to look after you.

It’s a task he’s about to relegate to Hagan’s quietly lurking ass. Because you’ve just gift wrapped yourself with a shiny red bow and suddenly, Billy Hargrove knows exactly how he’ll go about casually nudging you and Tommy Hagan together.

“Hagan! Yo! Tommy! C’mere, man!” Billy’s whistle draws Tommy out of hiding where he’d been sitting in the hallway just replaying your confession over and over again because his brain wouldn’t let him let go of it.

Tommy can’t help but laugh when he sees you, swinging bare feet off the edge of the counter and the cat ears perched on your head are crooked, sagging as if at any second they’ll just fall right off. 

“Yeah?” he finally manages to say something but he can’t stop staring at you and he hasn’t yet.

“Pint size says the floor is lava and she won’t get down, buddy.” Billy nods to your perch on the counter. Tommy drags a hand over his hair. When you hiccup a few times and you start giggling, Tommy feels a smile start to creep to his lips. It’s something he hasn’t really done a lot lately.

“The floor is lava, huh?” Tommy eyes you in concern. Swallowing hard when you’re staring right back at him. Everything you said about him comes rushing back and he tries to pull himself together. But he knows beyond all doubt that tonight only ends one way. He’s determined to get closer to you. Actually get to know you.

Because somehow, he knows that he’s fucked. If he tries to ignore what he knows it’s just going to keep popping up. And hearing you say everything you did earlier, everything he’s always wanted to hear, it’s just… He can’t just let you -or whatever this could turn into, slip through his fingers.

For as mouthy and vocal as you were when it was just you and the girls a few minutes before, you’ve clammed up again. It always happens around him and you feel like maybe it comes out as you being indifferent to him when the truth is, the way he makes you feel overwhelms you most of the time.

You manage a nod though, and Billy clears his throat. “ You’ve got this, right, Hagan?”

Tommy laughs quietly. “Yeah.”

“Awesome. I told some of the guys I’d go pick up some more alcohol. While I”m out I’ll find that one’s brother and let ‘im know he's gotta pick up his car.. Got it?” Billy is firm when he says it but Tommy agrees with no hesitation and then Billy is  gone in the blink of an eye and this leaves you in the kitchen of Tina’s parents house all alone with Tommy.

“C’mere.” Tommy steps closer. Your heart does that stupid lazy little flip. The one you always get annoyed with yourself over when it happens. Your filter is gone right now though, so when he beckons you closer, you lean in. Against him a little because you don’t trust your sense of balance and the room is spinning all around you.

“You’re not a drinker, huh?” Tommy questions.

You shake your head. Laughter bubbling out. You’re not sure what to do with your hands and he’s so fucking close to you that for some odd reason, the idea that comes first is to grab hold of the front of the dingy white tank top he’s wearing and just kind of melt against him. “Too much potato juice.” your voice is muffled and soft and Tommy barely manages to make out what you’ve said but then he spots the half empty bottle of vodka you’ve been slamming most of the night that Billy put out of your reach on the space between the top cabinets and the ceiling and he grimaces.

“Ouch. Yeah, that’ll hurt in the morning, princess.” Tommy’s staring again. First your eyes but then his gaze shifts down. Settles on your lips. They look so fucking soft. And you smell like apples and cinnamon candy, the realization comes when he finally just can’t fucking take it anymore and winds up putting his nose against the top of your head. The tension in the taller boy’s frame just kind of melts away, all the anger and the stress he’s been carrying around because Steve’s awol lately and then Carol decided to abandon ship too, it all just kind of  vanishes.

Your legs wind up around his waist and you breathe in deep. Because he smells like cologne and cigarettes, the cheap beer he’s been nursing all night and for some reason, fresh mown grass. It’s a combination that’s odd and somehow, it’s relaxing. “Oh man,” you hiccup out as you take a deep breath or two, “I-I’m g-gonna be i-in s-serious shit, for sure. Deeeep shit.”

Tommy gingerly grips your chin to make you look up at him. “Yeah?” he questions softly. “Why’s that, hm?”

Your hand goes to your mouth and you giggle. He reaches up to lower your hand and you answer, explaining that not only have you never really been a big drinker, you also snuck out of your parents house tonight to even come to this stupid party. And then Tommy realizes that when Billy tore off earlier it's because Billy had a plan in mind. You tell him that Billy conned him into coming to the stupid party in the first place.

At first, Tommy’s a little jealous. But then he thinks about the whole ‘other fish’ speech in the car on the way over. Billy’s not the most subtle. He kind of hinted around about you at one point, bringing up the fact that he caught you staring when he had to come into the class you’re in with Billy earlier in the day to get something he’d left in Billy’s Camaro.

And it hits him. Billy dragged him out to the party tonight because the shithead was going to play cupid. Or try to. And Tommy’s laughing to himself because it’s in that moment, something clicks  for him further.

Billy, a Camaro driving badass that everybody’s scared shitless to cross.. Billy actually does really consider him a friend. He’s not just a sidekick.

He’s not a sidekick and he was chosen. Noticed by a girl. You didn’t notice Billy or Steve, you noticed him. You wanted him. And Billy actually valued his friendship because Billy tended to keep a distance and not get personally involved in other people’s shit otherwise, he knew Billy Hargrove well enough at this point to know that. And yet, Tommy thinks with a genuine smile, he’s getting involved right now.

The shock of it all fades away and he locks eyes with you. “You wanna come outside with me?”

You nod quietly. “Not s’ sure I’m gonna be the best walker..” you give this cute little sheepish shrug when you say it. He laughs and shrugs too. “I gotcha.” he scoops you up to carry you out the back door and your arms wind up around his neck and you’re laughing because you can’t stop thinking about what you admitted to your friends during your little stupid game earlier.

Parts of you are tempted to just let it all slip out but the other parts of you, the parts of you that know better and know it’ll be a disaster, they override the overwhelming urge, thankfully.

You’re just kind of quiet, kind of content to take what you can get -fully aware that you’ll pretend this went further than it did later on when you’re all alone. The thought elicits a soft purr that tickles this one spot on Tommy’s neck that’s the quickest way to drive him crazy.

He has to tighten his grip because when he hears -and feels, the sound, it’s all he can do not to drop you because it goes straight to his cock. And the inner turmoil grows. Because now, he’s not only dealing with whether to sit on what he’s overheard or bring it up somehow but in addition, he’s dealing with the fact that it’s been quite a dry spell, this is the longest he’s gone without some kind of physical affection, even if it’s just a heated kiss to shut his former girlfriend the hell up.

So every little noise, every little shift your body makes against his, all of it… It’s really driving him crazy right now. He’s real riled up but… He’s determined to behave himself.

This needs time. You’re not in the shape right now and Tommy’s honestly just enjoying the night for what it’s turned into for once. He hasn’t felt this happy in a really long time.

Since 7th grade when Carol just sort of drifted into his life and Steve stood up for him with some asshole in their class who constantly tormented him about any number of things, from his teeth, to his freckles or the way he dressed back then.

He’s forgotten what it feels like and now that he’s being reminded, he just isn’t in a hurry for the feeling to end.

He digs around in the pocket of his jeans to retrieve a lighter and you’re clinging to him. “I’ve gotta be getting heavy to hold.” you gaze at him in concern and Tommy’s brow raises. “Are you kiddin me?”

“Well, I mean..” you laugh softly. “I’m not a feather, y’know.”

“You’re not a cow either, holy shit.” Tommy laughs and the laughter dies away. You don’t feel right clinging to him the way you are or making him hold you so you slip out of his arms. Tommy pouts a little to himself, the pout fading when you compromise by leaning against him. He lights his cigarette and takes a long drag. “Hey..” he nods to a lounge chair on the deck, “C’mon. Let’s get you sitting. Pretty sure everything is spinnin right now, huh?”

You giggle. Hold up your fingers and drawl that it is.

He situates himself in the lounge chair and pulls you down so that you’re sitting between his legs. You lean yourself back against him and before he can stop himself, an arm is slipping around your waist. He tells himself it’s just so your ex boyfriend will fuck off and leave you alone tonight, because he happens to be lurking outside and watching the two of you intently, 

But deep down he knows that isn’t the only reason.

You spot a cluster of stars. And you glance back at him. “I think that’s Cassiopeia.”

Tommy’s blank look prompts an explanation and about halfway through, you feel like maybe you’re boring him to death because you have to be, this isn’t gossip and that’s what he’s used to because he’s one of them, after all. You trail off and go quiet.

Tommy leans into you a little from behind. “What were you gonna say?”

You finish telling him about Cassiopeia and the way she was elevated to the sky along with Cephus and Princess Andromeda as a star but her punishment for boasting came in the form of embarrassment, she was forced to wheel around the North celestial pole and spend half her time clinging to her throne just so she doesn’t fall off.

Tommy chuckles quietly. “There’s uh.. One problem, princess. We’re probably a little too far away from the North celestial Pole for that to be Cassiopeia.” he tries not to but he winds up resting his chin on your shoulder and you laugh softly. “You’re probably right.”

The wind picks up a little and he rubs your arms. “Cold?” he asks the question with a laugh.

“Kinda. But it’s okay.” your teeth are chattering. His jacket winds up around your shoulders and despite telling himself not to do it, he winds up positioning himself even closer so that his chest is pressed completely against his back and both of his legs cage in both of yours on the side. You gulp and when you take a few deep breaths after, they all come out shaky.

You huddle into the jacket over your shoulders for warmth and all you can smell is Tommy. All the little things that make up his scent have you smiling like an idiot. And the warmth of the jacket, you make yourself laugh quietly when you have the thought that he’s an actual human furnace.

Across the patio, Ben is watching. Seething and fuming.

Furious because you barely let him touch you and yet you’re sharing a lounge chair with that idiot Tommy Hagan. Carol notices his attention’s drifted from her and when she happens to glance over to see why, she’s flooded with hurt and jealousy.

And anger because how dare him. He wasn’t supposed to get over her like this. It’s only been a few weeks.

Tommy happens to glance up just in time to catch both Ben and Carol watching you both and he tenses. Grumbles to himself about it quietly but decides right then and there that he’s not worried about either of them. If Ben wants to try something, he’ll start and finish whatever Ben attempts. 

Tommy isn’t the only one whose noticed the latest happy couple of Hawkins High as their gazes burn into the two of you.

“What the hell are no tits and no brains lookin at right now?” you mutter mostly to yourself. Maybe it’s the vodka or something else that leads you to do it, but you stare right back at Carol, sticking out your tongue as you roll your eyes. 

“Take a picture, holy shit.” you grumble and this makes Tommy laugh. Then he remembers that Carol used to tease you a lot when you were all kids. And he cringes at the mental replay because thinking about it now, it’s clear to him that she had to have been doing it because she was jealous, same as when she constantly gave Nancy hell last year when Steve started dating her.

When Tommy catches Ben glaring at him all he does is raise his middle finger. Unlike you, he’s loud. With a razor sharp tongue and sarcasm that knows no bounds. And he’s not afraid to say what’s on his mind.

“Keep lookin over here, Thompson. It’ll be your last fuckin mistake.” Tommy calls out to Ben.

“Have fun with your downgrade, Tommy.” Carol cozies up to Ben and smirks. Tommy is hurt a little, it does sting because you don’t just spend the largest part of your life with somebody and suddenly you can just turn off everything you felt at once, but.. The anger he  feels at her comment overshadows it briefly and he comes to the realization that Carol Perkins has always been this exact brand of miserable bitch.

And he’s starting to see that maybe he was getting tired of the misery and the fighting or the way that the only time they seemed to click was whenever they were making everyone around them miserable too. This leads to his final realization.

While Steve missed his point about Nancy Wheeler entirely, Steve hadn’t been wrong to say some of the shit he said to the two of them the last time they spoke. And he knows it’s gotta be tense for Billy because they were slowly starting to be friends and then the fight happened and the rift started. They’re all on the same basketball team and this rift has definitely caused chaos in the dynamic on the court.

Maybe if he was ready to cut ties and move on, maybe he needed to try. To offer some kind of olive branch to Steve, at least tell the guy he was right, that he had been an asshole.

He decides that he’ll go over to Steve’s in the morning and he’ll try to talk to him. In honor of turning over what he hopes will be a new leaf.

You decide to turn so that you’re facing Tommy and when you do, this causes you to put your legs over his thighs with your feet dangling off the chair. Tommy’s eyes catch on your lips again. He licks his lips and you swallow hard, your eyes following the way his tongue drags over his lips. 

When you blurt it out before you can stop yourself, you want to disappear, melt away through the the patio straight into another dimension never to return.

“You uh.. You have really pretty eyes.” you mumble quietly, your gaze settling on the way your bare legs top Tommy’s jean clad thighs. Tommy swallows hard and chuckles. And there’s this little rush, the slightest lazy flutter in the pit of his stomach.

“You do too.” he answers after taking another drag of the cigarette he’s nearly smoked to the butt end. He flicks the cigarette at a bucket nearby full of glass bottles, ice cream wrappers, other food wrappers and a few other cigarette butts.

Then he turns his attention back to you.

Across the way a little, Ben and Carol are both fuming about their respective losses. Carol smirks to herself as she decides that if she can’t have Tommy some little nobody like you is getting him either. She fully intends to make your life a living hell from Monday onward.

Maybe if she pushes hard enough, you’ll back off and Tommy won’t move on, leaving her behind.

And Ben agrees to go along with it simply because he’s an asshole and he genuinely can’t stand Tommy Hagan.

Billy arrives back at the party with an armload of beer that he dragged your older brother out of bed to get and you cringe when you ask, “So.. uh.. How much trouble am I in?”

“You’re good, pint size.” Billy shrugs and grins.

You raise a brow. Billy laughs. “Relax, woman. Just fucking like.. Enjoy tonight.”

You nod.

Tommy takes one of the cans for himself and gets one of the other guys on their team who’s heading back inside to see if Tina’s still got Sprite or something in the house.

“My girl’s kind of toasted, buddy.” Tommy explains to Eric with a chuckle. Eric gives him a thumbs up and glances from you back to Tommy. “Your girl, huh?” Eric chuckles again. “Sprite. Comin up, man.”

You blink a little but you don’t try to correct Tommy when he says it because deep down, you wish it was true.

Eric comes back out a minute or two later and he tosses the Sprite to Tommy. Tommy pulls the tab and hands it to you. “I don’t think you need to mix vodka with this shit, " he holds up the beer he's drinking and continues, "princess. Hangover’s already gonna be hell tomorrow, I think.”

Billy winces but he laughs. “And I’m going to come over bright and early just to be loud.”

“You, sir, are a dick.” you pout and stick your tongue out at Billy.

Billy shrugs. But he laughs. “Nah.”

You stick out your tongue at him.

Tommy chuckles quietly.

“I’m gonna talk to Harrington tomorrow. Try to clear the air, man. We’ve got that big practice game next week.”

Billy nurses the beer in his hand and nods. “Yep. We all need to be on the same page, Hagan. Guy needs to get his head in the game. So do you. But I think you’re gonna be okay… Right?”

Tommy laughs and nods in agreement.

Billy chuckles. “It’s about damn time, Hagan.” he tosses him another cold one after Tommy’s crushed the can of the one he’s just finished in his hand. “Chug, Hagan.”

Tommy laughs, but he starts to chug down the beer Billy’s just given him.

The party is coming to a quiet conclusion inside. Billy stands and stretches, giving a lazy yawn. “I think this party is dead now.”

“Totally dead.” Tommy agrees and all you do is yawn sleepily and give a thumbs up. Tommy snickers and then his gaze settles on you. Billy speaks up. “Pint size… You comin with us or what?”

“The car.” you start to speak up and remind Billy that you did drive your Mustang to the party tonight, but Billy shakes his head, shutting it down with a shrug.

“Your brother said he’d get it in the morning if there wasn’t a dependable DD to drive it. You realize you’re gonna owe him one though… Right?”

“Yeah.” you grumble about owing your brother one but you’re happy that he’s actually not going to rat you out to your mother because she’d have a small farm if she knew that you not only snuck out tonight to come in the first place, but you were also too drunk to really function for most of the night.

And the lecture you’d get, oh my god.

Tommy stands and this puts you wrapped around him. His arms caged underneath your ass and he’s holding onto you nice and tight so he doesn’t drop you. “I got the back seat, man.”

“Neither of you were gettin shotgun anyway.” Billy states, glancing from Tommy to you as he holds up the half of the case he’s got left. “Where else am I sittin my drinks, hm?”

Tommy laughs. The three of you make your way out to Billy’s Camaro and as it pulls to a stop a few houses down from your house, Tommy slips out and holds out his hand. “C’mon. I’ll help you get in.”

“Y-you don’t have to.”

“I want to though.” he insists. You can only nod and let him grab your hand and pull you out of the backseat. Then you’re being carried again, deposited on the steps by the back door.

Tommy’s hesitant to leave, so he’s lingering. Stepping closer to you as he leans in and one of his hands catches in the hair at the back of your head. Your noses bump clumsily and you both laugh. The kiss is sweet but awkward, your hand gripping the front of his shirt as you raise up onto your toes to close the distance between your mouths. When your brother finally drags himself down to open the door, he chuckles and sizes Tommy up.

As you’re about to disappear into your house, Tommy runs back up.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” he wants to kick himself because he meant to ask you if you wanted to do something the next day. Not tell you he’d see you. “Fuck.” he grumbles, annoyed with himself. “I meant to ask if you wanted to go to the Hawk with me tomorrow night. That uh.. The Terminator is playing, I think.” and again, he wants to kick himself because this is not something he’s used to at all. He laughs. “Or we can see something different.”

You giggle. Raise up to tiptoe to brush your lips against his as you place your hand against his shirt. “The Terminator is fine… Rambo.” you give him a little wink before vanishing into your parents house because you just can’t resist the urge.

Tommy grins like an idiot and as he bolts back down to Billy’s idling Camaro, he pumps his fist in victory.

Billy’s laughing as he watches Tommy race towards him. The Camaro speeds off and Billy smirks when he glances over at Tommy out of the corner of his eye as he drives away and casually repeats what he told him hours ago when they were sitting at the curb outside Tina’s party. “I told you, man. Plenty of other fish in the sea.”

Tommy chuckles. “Yeah, okay. Yeah you did.”

[whosdinkleyhenderson]

wandering eyes - pt 1 (Steve Harrington x Hagan! Fem Reader)

Warnings: King Steve is back! Season 1.

Song: The Look - Roxette.

A/n: I'm planning on making this a mini-series.

Word count: 624

Y/n Hagan, Hawkins’ High beloved cheerleader. She was what every girl wanted to be, and who every guy wanted attached to their hip. I guess that’s the pleasure of being related to the second most popular guy in school, Tommy Hagan. 

The day Y/n had officially moved to Hawkins she became the talk of the town, especially amongst Tommy’s little group. Catching the complete attention of Hawkins High’s King, Steve Harrington. 

Carol had been gossiping about some couple making out in the stalls of the girls lavatory. 

Steve had been zoning in and out of the conversation, only to make snarky comments and laugh when needed. However, the sound of chatter died down the minute he looked up. His eyes were glued to the green and white skirt that was Hawkin’s cheerleader outfit. Following up the skirt, to the knit sweater, sat against the back was h/c hair sleeked back into a perfect clean ponytail. A beautiful smile sat on the rose coloured lips as a melodious laugh escaped. As she stared at the jock in front of her. Too starstruck, Steve failed to notice the young girl turning in his direction. 

“TOMMY! CAROL! Oh my God.” 

By the time he snapped out of his trance, she had already pulled away from Tommy and smiled at Carol. 

“Hey, hey, Y/n. Long time no see. How is Uncle Timmy going with the whole set-up? Dad and I are coming over tonight to help out.” 

Feeling Steve’s intense gaze on her Y/n, shifted herself to face him. Smiling softly she gave a little giggle as Steve watched the curls in her ponytail bonce gently. 

“I’m so sorry, how rude of me not to introduce myself… Hi, I’m Y/n, Tommy’s cousin.” She stuck her hand out. Snapping himself out of this siren-like trance, Steve carefully took a hold of her hand. His eyes took notice of her perfectly manicured nails. French tip to be exact. And silk-like skin. 

“I think loverboy here, is in love.” Carol nudged Tommy. 

“He better not be.” Tommy muttered, his eyes glaring holes into his best friend's head. 

Steve couldn’t help the small smile that formed on his lips. Never had he ever witnessed anyone, except for his mother, to be this perfect and smell of nothing but vanilla and coconut. 

“I swear, I’ve met you before… Haven’t I met him before Tommy?” 

Turning to her cousin, Y/n met Tommy's intense gaze and Carol’s smirking form. 

“Oh, right you are, Y/n. Right you are… Tommy’s tenth birthday party.” 

It hit Steve. Yes, he had met Y/n before. So long ago though. He thought he would never see her again, yet here she stood as real as a rose. 

“Steve don’t you have your little study date, with Lil miss perfect. Nancy?” 

Frowning Steve gently let go of Y/n's hand and check his watch. Shooting his gaze up, panic-struck in his eyes. He couldn’t be late for his lesson, if he failed another class then his whole year of basketball would be thrown out the door. That and his captain status. Bye-bye popularity. Plus he didn’t want that title going to Tommy. 

“Oh shit, yeah… well I’ll see you around.” 

And with that Steve took off down the hall, missing Y/n’s wondering eyes following his figure down the hall. Focusing back at the couple behind her, she met Tommy’s gaze once again. 

“No.” Shocked by her cousin’s cold demeanour, she attempted to defend herself, only to have Tommy walk off with Carol following behind. Looking back to where Steve had disappeared, Y/n sighed to herself and made her way to cheer practice. 

This indeed was going to be an interesting year.

[megxplryxb]

Let Me Show You…

King!Steve x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Fingering (F receiving)

Minors DNI - 18+

The school bell had gone a little over ten minutes ago, the seat beside yours still currently empty but you knew it wouldn’t be for much longer. Steve “The Hair” Harrington was always late to class, no apologies, no excuses, he’d just waltz in when he felt like it, taking his seat with a shit eating grin on his face. You’d been placed beside the “King” of Hawkins High at the back of the class, being forced to switch with Tommy Hagan two weeks ago when Mrs Click decided the two trouble makers were distracting each other and the rest of the students from their work and although you hated to admit it, sitting beside “King Steve” wasn’t so bad, he was extremely easy on the eyes after all.

Steve had always been flirty with you, especially since you had joined the cheer squad, cheering him and his teammates on while they played Basketball but he’d stepped up his game since being seated beside you in Click’s class. You’d done well to spurn his advances so far, knowing he’d been hanging out with Nancy Wheeler recently but that hadn’t stopped him from sweet talking you every chance he got.

The class had just started watching Romeo and Juliet when Tommy and Steve finally barged through the door, laughing loudly, earning a scowl from Mrs Click as they walked toward their seats in the darkness. “Mr Harrington, Mr Hagan, so nice of you to finally join us.” She said sarcastically as Tommy muttered something crude under his breath while Steve had already locked eyes with you, ignoring everyone else around him. “Hey princess, did you miss me?” He smirked, taking his seat as you tried to hide the smile that was forming on your lips.

“Don’t flatter yourself Harrington.” You replied, flicking your hair as he slouched into the chair, placing his backpack on the floor. You could smell the cigarettes on his breath while he tried to mask it with mint chewing gum but somehow the scent was still intoxicating because it was coming from him. Fuck, how was that possible?

As the rest of the class continued to watch the movie in silence, you could feel Steve’s eyes on you, admiring your new dress, ogling your sun kissed legs, moving up your body until they reached your cleavage. He wasn’t even trying to hide his lust for you.

“Wanna take a picture? It’ll last longer.” You tease, turning your head towards him confidently. Steve locks eye with you then, smirking as he leans closer to you.

“I think I’d rather the real thing, princess.” He admits as you clench your thighs, hoping he didn’t notice the effect he had on you.

You shake your head, trying to focus on the movie but you’ve got Steve’s full attention now and he knows he’s got you flustered already.

“C’mon sweetheart, I’m serious. When are you gonna let me take you out, huh?” He whispers.

“I can’t imagine Nancy would be too happy with you taking me out.” You reply, keeping your eyes on the screen at the top of the class.

“Who says she has to know? S’not like we’re exclusive anyway.” Steve shrugs carelessly.

“Oh really?” Your eyes widen with interest as he leans closer to you

“Yeah, really.”

“Hmm, even so, I think I’m busy.” You respond, faking a frown at the boy beside you as he presses his tongue to his cheek.

Steve can’t help but grin at your stubbornness, it’s a complete turn on for him and he can already feel his jeans tighten. He knows he can have any girl he wants at any time, but right now, he only wants you.

“That’s really too bad princess.” He sighs, pushing your pen off of the table and onto the floor with his elbow.

“And why is that?” You question raising a brow as he begins to lower his hand to the ground to pick up your pen but instead, you feel his fingers on your ankle, lightly running up the back of your leg before they move to the front of your knee and stop at the top of your thigh.

“Cause I think we both know I could give you the time of your life, sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear as your breath hitches, cheeks immediately heating up.

You knew Steve was cocky, he’d proved it on more than one occasion but feeling you up in the middle of class? Shit, even you didn’t think he had the balls to do that.

“Steve, what if someone…”

“No one’s gonna see me do anything, honey. No one’s even paying attention to us, so why don’t you just sit back, relax and open those pretty legs for me yeah?” He squeezes your thigh as you nod a yes before giving him the access he so badly desired.

You do your best to hold back a small moan as Steve casually sneaks his hand between your thighs, his fingers running over your white lace panties as he looks straight to the top of the class, pretending to be focused on the movie. He closes his eyes for a split second, licking his lips as he feels the heat radiating from your core.

“Shit princess, can already feel how wet you are. S’that all from me, huh?” He questions but you’re unable to answer, unable to think. He hooks one finger into your underwear, pulling the soaked piece of fabric to the side before teasing your folds.

“Steve….” You groan, trying to remember to breathe as he smiles at you, almost teasingly.

“S’ok honey, m’gonna give you what you want.” He mutters, resting his chin on your shoulder as he slides his middle finger between your folds, gathering your slick before putting the slightest bit of pressure on your clit.

“Ohmygod..” You whimper, shutting your eyes as he circles your little bundle of nerves.

“So fuckin’ wet for me.” He whispers, revelling in the way you’re trying not to make a sound.

“Did you think about this, honey? About me touching you? You did, didn’t you? Dirty girl, my dirty fuckin’ girl” Steve groans proudly, finally pushing a finger inside your cunt and then another.

You bite your lip trying to hide a desperate moan as he moves his fingers achingly slow inside you. His dick throbs with how tight you feel and his brain almost turns to mush when he thinks about how his cock would feel buried deep in you.

“Steve please…”

“Please what, honey? What do you need, tell me?” He requests, his nose and chin moving up the side of your neck and jaw, pepping quick, teasing kisses along the way. You shut your eyes again in utter bliss once you’ve confirmed that no one has caught on to your little escapade at the back of the room.

“Fuck, I need….Need you to go faster.” You beg, your mouth making an “o” shape as he starts to quicken the pace inside you, immediately giving you what you want. “That feel better, huh? This what you needed?” He smirks, pumping his fingers harder and faster.

“Mhmm.” You reply, looking down at the tent in Steve’s jeans, mouth watering at the sight when you see him palming at himself, trying to get a hint of relief.

“Steve you’re ha..”

“I know honey, this is what you do to me. Fuck I get hard just looking at you. Get so distracted by you in your little cheerleading outfit, just wanna take you into the locker room and fuck you senseless after every game.” He admits as your thighs clench around his hand, feeling a familiar knot in your stomach. Steve wasn’t lying, he’d jerked himself off on more than one occasion after a game in the locker room shower, unable to wait until he got home, needing to release himself after watching you cheer. Hearing you yell his name sent lightening bolts straight to his cock and he could just imagine how you’d sound saying his name in the throws of passion.

“Oh god…I’m close.”

“Yeah? You like the idea of me fucking you honey? Like the idea of my cock filling you up? Could have you screaming my name.” Steve teases as your eyes begin to water. He knows your close, knows you’re barely hanging on to your senses, it isn’t his first rodeo after all. He can feel you tightening around him, his fingers completely soaked and you’re both thankful for the noise coming from the tv to cover the squelching sounds coming from your pussy.

“Steve, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, grabbing at his wrist while he rubs a thumb over your clit.

“That’s my good girl, you gonna cum all over my fingers? Gonna make a fucking mess, yeah? Come on princess, let go for me, I’ve got you, s’ok.” He says, grabbing your face lightly, begging you to look at him as you reach your climax, gushing all over his fingers.

“Holy shit, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Steve says, placing his forehead on yours, letting out a heavy breath as he slips his fingers out of your panties, placing the fabric back over your overly sensitive core as you try to fix yourself.

“That was amazing.” You sigh, trying to catch your breath, still comprehending what just happened when the bell rings, signalling the end of the class and you both jump apart before Mrs Click turns the lights back on.

Steve is the first of you to stand up, trying to hide his erection with a math book as pull your dress back down over your thighs. He doesn’t move until you give him the go ahead, letting him know you’re good.

“Guess I’ll see you around, princess.” He says, smiling at you as he begins to walk away, not expecting you to pull him back, guiding him towards the nearest restrooms. Steve just follows you in awe, mesmerised by the cheeky grin on your face.

“Wait, what are you…..”

“Can’t a girl repay the favour?” You smile sweetly as Steve nods in approval, swallowing hard. “Fuck yeah, she can.”

“Harrington! You coming man?” Tommy shouts over to where you were both standing, shaking his head when he sees the two of you giggling, hands all over each other as you lead him to the bathroom.

“Oh he’s coming alright.” You grin, dragging Steve into nearest cubicle, locking the door behind you before unzipping his pants.

[pappydaddy]

Little Hagan (b.h.)

  A/N: Hello lovelies! Before I get into the info about this imagine, I would like to let you know that I updated a few of the GIFs for my Masterlists (all made by me) so feel free to go check those out! I added my Billy one on this imagine! Anywho, this was requested by another lovely anon who is very sweet (I mean, you all are sweet, it’s honestly givin’ me a toothache how sweet y’all are!) and wanted some pining angst in this one! So buckle up lovelies bc this is gonna be angsty and a bit steamy in places, but I will have a great ending for you guys, don’t worry! I had no idea how guys talk about girls so I tried my best (and I kinda hate myself for writing the things I had Tommy say bc they are so sexualized and gross, but Tommy is gross so it’s characterization I guess - at least that’s what I am telling myself). So, without any farther rambling from me, here is your imagine lovely anon💛!

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Hagan!Reader

Show/Movie: Stranger Things

Requested

Heavily inspired by Moondust Stripped by James Young and Call Out My Name by The Weeknd (it’s a hot song and Billy is hot so..)

Warnings: Angst but with a happy ending tho, a bit steamy in one part but it’s short, some gross sexist behaviour from Tommy, Tommy being an idiot, Tommy punching/getting punched, a fight, Tommy saying rude things to Billy, Tommy in general bc let’s be honest - he is a lot to handle.

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  Billy sat in Tommy’s living room, his arms spread across the back of the couch, his feet kicked up on the coffee table. Tommy sat in an armchair off to the side, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth and missing horribly, watching the TV as it played some mind-numbing show. Billy’s mind wasn’t on the show flashing bright colours around the dark living room, instead, it was on the girl that was due to be walking through that front door any minute. She was the same girl who seemed to occupy most of Billy’s mind since she first barged into Tommy’s room to tell him to shut up while she was trying to sleep. With her sweet smile, and her hair that always seemed to shine perfectly as it left a sweet-smelling trail of strawberries in her wake. “Man, that girl has an ass just like Jenifer Abrams. Like they are identical, I swear,” Tommy pointed at the girl on the show as she danced around in a skimpy bikini. “Have you ever hit that?” Tommy questioned, looking over at Billy to see his eyes on the clock instead of the TV. 

  “Hit what?” Billy blinked, looking over at his freckle-faced friend. 

  “Jenifer Abrams.” Tommy repeated. 

  “No, I’m kind of hung up on this one girl right now.” Billy gruffed, shifting in his seat as if he didn’t want to talk about this with Tommy anymore, but Tommy didn’t take the hint. Instead, he put the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and swung his legs around from where they were draped over the arm of the chair, sitting upright in the chair. 

  “No shit, you’re being weighed down by a piece of ass,” Tommy exclaimed, shocked. Billy grunted at this, rolling his eyes. “Who is this girl and does she have a great ass?” Tommy pressed forward, earning a dangerous glare from Billy. Tommy ignored this as excitedly waited for Billy to describe this girl, probably to fuel the dirty images in his mind as he laid in his bed alone at night. Billy was torn between feeling absolutely disgusted that Tommy was unknowingly asking if his own sister had a ‘great ass’ and feeling protective. 

  “Yeah, I think so. I think she’s perfect in every way, but she’s much more than just a piece of ass that I can stare at, Hagan,” He spit his last name as if it was venom, his nose crinkling into a sneer. Tommy hollered, flopping back dramatically, the only thing he heard from Billy’s statement being that she did have a great ass. “She’s not just a body, you know. She’s smart, funny, insanely brave and charismatic, she’s beautiful and,” He paused, trying to figure out how to describe her. His mind wandered, instantly picturing her in front of him; a sinful smirk on her lips. Even just visualizing her made him lose his breath. Closing his eyes, he could imagine her light fingers brushing against the skin his unbuttoned shirt exposed, her breath fanning over his lips as she straddled him, her hips barely touching his. “She’s amazing.” He breathed out as her lips pressed against the corner of his mouth, soft and teasing, sending a zap of electricity through his body. 

  “Dude,” Tommy yelled, drawing the word out. His shouting jolted Billy out of his daydream, startling him. Clearing his throat, Billy looked around, discreetly checking to see if his arousal was noticeable before looking at Tommy who had jumped off the chair and was holding his head in his hands as he walked around. “You’re so trapped! You are anchored down,” He bellowed, standing across the coffee table from Billy, his eyes wide. “For real, you have to tell me who has a body good enough to tie-down the Billy Hargrove.” He pleaded. 

  “It wasn’t her body that attracted me to her.” Billy growled, not understanding how to get that through Tommy’s head. Sure, he was sexually attracted to her, he would be out of his mind if he wasn’t, she was drop-dead gorgeous, but there was more to her. 

  Tommy scoffed. “Yeah right, you expect me to believe that it wasn’t a one-night stand gone wrong,” He asked, giving Billy an unconvinced look, but his smirk fell when he noticed Billy’s face. “Did you at least sleep with her?” 

  “I haven’t slept with her, I haven’t tried anything with her either.” 

  “Why not dude, it’s not like she’ll say no. I say go for it, whoever the girl is.” Tommy hyped him up just as the front door opened. The pair looked up instantly seeing Y/N walk through the door, the lights of her friend’s car streaming in the open door and illuminating her. Billy’s jaw hung open at the sight as she struggled to get her key out of the lock, her arms lined with shopping bags. 

  “Hi, guys,” She smiled, finally freeing her key. She kicked the door closed, walking into the living room, taking a look at the TV before scoffing. “Classy, Tommy, real classy,” She drawled shaking her head at the half-naked girls before turning to leave the room. “Oh, by the way,” She paused, looking over her shoulder at Billy and in that moment, he could have sworn that the world stopped spinning completely. “It’s nice to see you again, Billy.” She flashed him her show-stopping smile before running up the stairs, her feet thudding against the carpet. 

  Billy watched the spot he last saw her in, the image of her standing there, a seductive sway to her hips as she glanced over her shoulder at him, beckoning him to follow her. He gulped, shaking his head lightly as Tommy complained under his breath about his younger sister (when in fact, there was only a year difference). Billy couldn’t help but trace the interaction back to when she was standing in the doorway, looking like a literal angel standing in the glow of the headlights. “Anyway,” Tommy grunted, sitting back down in his chair, stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “I’m going to guess who it is until I get it right or you tell me,” Tommy warned, thinking of the different girls they went to school with. “Okay, one hint. Is she our age or younger,” Tommy asked, looking to Billy who was still off in his mind but was still aware enough to glare at Tommy. “So it’s a younger girl!” Tommy concluded, clapping as he started to list off names, but Billy wasn’t listening. Instead, he listened to the floor above them, hearing the tune of Y/N’s music lulling down the stairs mixed with her voice singing along. He longed to feel her touch against his skin, to feel her lips against his, to hear her voice as she was falling asleep in his arms. He wanted nothing more than to have those experiences, but he was stuck, unable to reach them. She deserved better than him, deserved someone who had a future, who was a good person. He had no other choice other than to long silently until he was able to push his feelings down forever. 

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  “Have you tried Kim Roberts, she’s hot,” One of Billy’s friends asked Tommy as they stood in the school halls, trying to figure out which girl Billy was enthralled with. “Yo, what if it’s Y/N? How funny would it be if Billy was in love with Tommy’s little sister?” Billy had to give props to this one, he was smart enough not to count her out. The group fell into howls of laughter, falling onto each other in laughter, but Billy stayed silent, causing everyone except Tommy to stop laughing, 

  “Sure, like Billy would even think about trying anything on my little sister,” Tommy continued to laugh, ignoring the looks his friends were sharing. Billy finally looked over at Tommy, waiting for Tommy to finally clue in to what the others had figured out. Tommy’s laugh started to peter out, his smile falling in realization. He straightened up, his eyes narrowing towards the taller boy. Billy simply turned to face him, knowing that Tommy wouldn’t try to go up against him, even he wasn’t that stupid. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” He practically growled, his teeth clenched as he balled his fists up. 

  “Yes, it is.” Billy confirmed, his eyes watching Tommy take a menacing step towards him. 

  “What the fuck bro? That’s my sister,” Tommy fumed, shoving Billy’s shoulders lightly, gaining a few looks from students passing by. “She’s off-limits so you better stay away from her and get her out of your warped brain, Hargrove,” He threatened, his finger poking into Billy’s chest. Billy remained silent and unmoving even when Tommy jabbed him harshly with his finger right in the sternum. “If you don’t, I will hurt you. She’s innocent and you’re not getting anywhere near her.” Were his parting words then, with a lingering glare, he turned away and marched towards the exit with the others following behind him. 

  Billy watched with a clenched jaw, his blue eyes burning holes in Tommy’s back until the doors slammed shut behind him. Even if Billy wanted to listen to Tommy, he couldn’t for many reasons. For one, Y/N was impossible to get out of your head. Her laugh constantly sounded in his head like a beautiful melody, he could see her smile whenever he closed his eyes, and his dreams were infested by her. He also knew there was no chance of her letting him anywhere near her and why would he want to? He would just corrupt her, ruin her life with his. “You know, I never listened to my brother,” A voice spoke from behind him. It was the same sweet voice that he heard every night, lulling him to sleep as he imagined her laying next to him in his arms. Billy turned to face her, his eyes falling on her leaning against a locker only feet away from him. “He thinks I do, but I don’t. His warnings are shit anyway and he’s full of hypocrisy. If you had a sister my age, Tommy would be all over her and you can actually beat him up if you wanted to.” She continued on. 

  “You heard all of that?” Billy wondered, nervous. He never planned on acting on his feelings, she was too good for him. He couldn’t hold her back from what she actually deserved. 

  “Kinda hard not to, they are extremely loud. Pretty sure half the school heard,” She pointed out. Billy sighed, cursing Tommy. Why couldn’t he have figured it out when his sister wasn’t near them? “Why did you just let him treat you like that? Tommy is a tiny little bug compared to you.” She wondered, taking a step and sliding up the lockers to stand closer to him. Billy shrugged, his hands slipping into the pockets of his jeans. 

  “He was right,” He muttered, leaning against the locker next to him, his eyes casting downwards to look at his shoes. “You’re this angel, so pure and nice and I’m the complete opposite. My life is shit, I have issues. I’m not someone who should be around you.” He expressed, earning a click of Y/N’s tongue in response. 

  “If you think I am an angel, you are sorrowly mistaken. And it might not look like I have issues because my parents have money, but let’s be honest, having Tommy as a brother means I was dealt a shitty hand at least once,” She countered, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes pouring into Billy. “Maybe if you ignore Tommy’s empty threats and your own inner voice, maybe you will see that just because people live in nice houses that their life is amazing. And, even if you don’t figure that out, I might realize that my life is amazing and I’m just spoiled,” She levelled with him. “Either way, it sounds like a good learning experience for at least one of us,” She shrugged. She waited for him to respond, but he stayed silent. Heaving a sigh, she pushed off from the locker. “Well, if decide to actually pursue me like I am literally telling you to do instead of cowering to Tommy and your villain complex, I’m never too hard to find.” She spun on her heel and started to walk down the nearly empty hall. 

  “Wait, Y/N!” He called out to her, shoving himself off the locker and lightly jogging after her. She smirked to herself, spinning slowly back around to face Billy. 

  “Yes?” She asked innocently, blinking cutely up at him. Billy gulped at the way she looked up at him through her eyelashes, looking so innocent but so devilish at the same time. 

  “Maybe you’d like to go grab something to eat with me sometime? I think we both have a lot to learn about each other.” 

  “I’m free right now.” She accepted easily, having dreamed of the day Billy would ask her out. Billy blinked, shocked that she was so quick to answer him. He was even more shocked that she wanted to go out today that his brain pretty much shut off. 

  “Uh,” He blinked, waiting for his brain to boot back up. “You want to go out today?” 

  “Yeah, sure, why not,” She shrugged casually. “We’re both free, Tommy will be off sulking in his room so he won’t be able to interrupt us. It seems like the perfect time actually. Besides, I’m hungry right now so I wouldn’t mind some food.” 

  “Fair point, but I’ll have to drop my step-sister off at her friends before we go anyway.” 

  “No problem, when I saw Tommy stomping out, I was hoping you’d be able to give me a ride since Tommy was supposed to be mine,” She disclosed to him. “But don’t worry, I’m not just using you for your hot car, I think your pretty hot yourself so.” 

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  It was at the point that her intoxicating perfume had officially overrun the smell of his car and his room. Billy was now constantly surrounded by Y/N. It could be one of his shirts smelling like her, his pillow smelling of her shampoo, finding hair ties scattered around his extensive collection of cologne. In only a few months into their not-so-secret secret relationship, she had managed to infiltrate his life and leave her fingerprints all over him. He didn’t mind, after all, these few months have been the best few months of his life; even if they had to hide their relationship from Tommy (which wasn’t too hard). “Hargrove!” Someone yelled from across the parking lot as Billy stepped out of his car. He looked up just as Tommy had crossed the distance between his car and Billy’s, coming to stand just shy of a meter from Billy. 

  “Hagan,” Billy returned the greeting bleakly, flicking his fingers on his car door, sending it slamming closed. “Something you need?” He eyed the smaller boy up and down as he brought his lit cigarette up to his lips. Tommy’s freckled face was completely red with anger, he looked like steam was swirling in his big head just waiting to shoot out his ears. Billy flicked his tongue over his bottom lip, knowing that just him playing it cool was enough for Tommy to blow his top. Billy blew the grey smoke out harshly, tapping against the tip of the cigarette, letting a few ashes fall to the broken pavement by his boots. 

  “I thought I warned you to stay away from my little sister or do you have too much product in your hair to process just exactly what I will do to you?” Tommy questioned, stepping closer to Billy who remained in his spot. From over Tommy’s head, he could see Y/N standing by Tommy’s car, shaking her head at her brother. 

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about Hagan, I haven’t talked to your sister since you told me not to.” Billy lied effortlessly. Tommy’s eyes flared up much to Billy’s amusement. 

  Tommy shook with anger, but Billy simply brought the cigarette up for another drag, opening his mouth to let the smoke roll out at its own will. “Cut the crap, Hargrove. I know it’s been you sneaking into my sister’s room at night unless that’s Harrington? I always thought he had a thing for Y/N.” Tommy smirked, waiting for Billy to react. Much to Tommy’s surprise, Billy didn’t react. 

  “Tommy, that’s enough,” Y/N finally spoke up, walking half the distance between Tommy’s car and them, seeing what her brother was trying to do. Tommy ignored her, his anger quickly returned when his mind games failed on Billy.  “Seriously Tommy, stop being such an asshole for once in your life.” She bit at her brother. 

  “Why don’t you listen to her, you’re not going to get a fight out of me, Hagan.” Billy broke the news to him, dropping the cigarette from his fingers, grinding it into the pavement with the sole of his boot. Tommy didn’t back down, instead, he stepped forward - puffing out his chest as he stood toe-to-toe with Billy. Billy flicked his tongue around his mouth, trying to control the twitch in his hand telling him to punch Tommy. He wasn’t going to punch him when he was Y/N’s brother. He was her family and he wasn’t going to lose her now. 

  “Hear that Tommy? You’re not going to get a fight out of him so leave him alone-” She was cut off by Tommy’s fist connecting with Billy’s cheek, catching the corner of his lips in the process. “Billy!” She gasped, calling out his name as he hunched over to the side from the force of Tommy’s punch. He groaned, bringing his hand up to his sore lip. Y/N rolled onto the balls of her feet, watching with concerned eyes as he stayed hunched over. She wanted to run to him, but she stayed rooted in her spot, the fear of being accidentally hit glueing her to her spot. Breathing heavy, Billy pulled his fingers away from his lip to see red blood smeared over his fingertips. Clenching his jaw, he slowly stood back up, showing the slow trail of red liquid leaking from the gash in his lips. Tommy cowered slightly as Billy’s flaming eyes landed on him. 

  “You little bitch-” Billy fumed, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip slowly. 

  “Come on, Hargrove, hit me,” Tommy instigated, noticing that Billy still wasn’t going to fight him. “Come on, I hit you. Fight me and show her who you are, show her how you’re a bad idea, how you’re nothing more than a good-for-nothing low-life who isn’t going to amount to anything in his life other than fighting,” Tommy’s voice raised with each word until he was practically screaming in Billy’s face. He ignored Y/N’s warning for him to back off and the dangerous cracks of Billy’s knuckles as he gripped his fist - using every bit of control he had in him not to send Tommy down to the ground. “Show her how you can’t control your anger, how you’re too dangerous for her-” 

  “That’s enough, Tommy,” Y/N boomed, cutting her brother off as she strode towards the pair. Tommy made no move to back away from Billy as he fumed silently, the puffs of hot breath he was expelling from his flared nostrils still hitting Billy’s chin. “Back away from him right now.” She demanded, marching right up to try and wedge herself between the feuding boys. 

  “Stay out of this, Y/N.” Tommy ordered her. 

  “No,” She stood firm, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. “I will not stay out of this because you’re the one who’s sticking their nose in other people’s business. Now, if you don’t back away from him in the next five seconds, I will deal with you myself.” She warned him. Tommy didn’t move, not heeding Y/N’s warning properly, resulting in her fist connecting to his jaw, sending Tommy stumbling off to the side, away from Billy. 

  “What the hell?” Tommy wailed, his hand pressed to his throbbing jaw, his eyes snapping to his sister who was shaking out her hand, trying to get it to stop stinging. 

  “I warned you,” She shrugged, clutching her still stinging hand in her free one, rubbing it in a feeble attempt to stop it from hurting. “Maybe now, you’ll know to stay out of my business. You have no right to tell me who and who not to date or even hang out with. If I see you trying to pick a fight with Billy ever again, there will be consequences worse than a punch.” Tommy only glared at her in response, placing one hand on his knee as he rubbed his jaw, a couple of people flocking towards him to take him to the nurse. Turning to Billy, Y/N instantly threw her arms around his torso, pressing her body flush against his, her head burying into his chest, giving them both their much-needed comfort. 

  “I can’t believe you punched him.” Billy spoke up, gently pushing her from him enough so that he could look down at her face. 

  “I can’t believe you didn’t punch him,” She remarked, her eyebrows jumping as she said it. “Why didn’t you punch him,” She wondered as Billy gently pulled on her arm, his hands rubbing her sore hand gently. “I mean, he was being a complete ass and you would have saved yourself from getting a bloody, swollen lip if you had just socked him in the first place,” She pointed out, reaching the hand he wasn’t rubbing up to his lip, her thumb gently rubbing against the raised skin around it, her other fingers resting softly on his strong jaw. He winched a little causing her to drop her thumb to his chin, not wanting to hurt him. “It’s good for him to be put in his place.” 

  “I didn’t want to fall into his trap,” Billy explained. “He wanted me to fight him so that you would think I was so violent and stay away from me.” 

  “I wouldn’t leave you even if you did fight him.” 

  “If this were under any other circumstances, I would have knocked him out. All the fights meaningless I got into before were because I didn’t have anything to lose. The only thing stopping me from getting into that fight today was that I have something to lose now: you,” Billy told her. She melted at these words, swooning. “And I’m not going to lose you because your brother was trying to get under my skin.” 

  “You didn’t get into a fight for me,” She cooed, pulling her hand from his and laying her arms over his shoulders, rolling up onto her tip-toes as she leaned against him. He nodded, smiling despite feeling the tug of the cut on his bottom lip pulling open more. “That is the sweetest, tamest act of protectiveness I’ve ever heard of,” She smiled, gently pulling his head down slightly, connecting their lips into a sweet kiss. The metallic taste of his blood attacked her tastebuds, but she ignored it, the feeling of the rough, cut skin on his lip digging into hers making her want to kiss him harder. His hands pressed into the small of her back, pushing her closer to him as he curved towards her. Suddenly pulling away, she pressed against his shoulders, keeping him from chasing after her lips. “Actually, kissing might not be the best thing to do when you have an open wound on your lips.” 

  “You might be right.” Billy nodded, clearing his throat. 

  “My house is empty if you want me to take care of your lip for you, we could even spend the rest of the day in my room so that you can heal.” She proposed, acting as if half his leg was hanging off. Billy squeezed her hips excitedly, his smile growing despite the pain flaring in his lip. 

  “I do feel quite weak, better hurry before I get worse.” With that, Y/N rushed over to the passenger side of Billy’s car, slipping in easily as he took his seat on the driver’s side. The engine roared to life, earning looks from the few students rushing into the school to make it in before the warning bell rang. With Y/N’s hand in his, Billy tore out of the parking lot, heading straight for her house.  

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hey! could you do headcannons for tommy hagan with an alt/goth s/o? thanks so much!!!

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✯ Gonna be totally honest with you here… This probably starts out with a lot of heckling, banter and teasing. But Tommy’s one of those guys, as he’s saying shit, there will be this flirty little smirk on his face. He’ll also step closer. He’s not so obvious with it that you /know/ he’s flirting or even interested, you’ll actually start off firmly believing he either doesn’t like you or he lives to annoy/hurt you for some unknown reason. Look, if he has to internalize his feelings for his best friends -i said what I said babes, do you really think he’s going to be all open and lovey-dovey with someone who simply dresses and acts just a little different just like that? No. No, he won’t. Plus, he has to get his head around whatever it is he’s feeling. If it’s just a physical interest, if the interest isn’t constantly there in his mind, he won’t act on it. Better to not rock the boat then to rock it. -unrelated, but I honestly feel in my heart that Tommy is the way he is because he was the one who was bullied to oblivion as a kid. So now he’s bigger and meaner so he bullies people as like… Payback or something, I suppose.

✯ Now if that attraction isn’t just physical, Tommy’s not the kind of guy who will just sit on his laurels and let you slip through his fingers. But he’s gotta feel something and to date alt/goth, especially in the 80’s, he’s gotta feel it strongly. Because back in the day, you didn’t really see a whole lot of jocks / grunge -alt - goth couples. But I digress. Once he realizes this is more than just the need of a warm body, - another totally unrelated thing here to note, Tommy is only hypersexual when he’s dating his guy/girl of choice. Any other time, guy can make use of his hand like nobody’s business bc he has a very vivid imagination. ANYWAY, WHERE THE FUCK WAS I? OH OH YEAH.. This is when Tommy tries to kind of… Immerse himself in the things that interest you, whether it be music, true crime, spooky stuff, you name it. He’ll even lean more heavily towards plain black t-shirts. If they hug those biceps (to show you what he brings to the table bc.. Sheer brawn, minimal brains god bless my idiot baby), all the better. Guy will try to listen to the music you like but nine out of ten, outside of The Cure, Siouxsie and maaybe one or two others, he just can’t. He’s more of a classic rock / hard rock / stoner rock kind of guy I think. But he tries, oh my god.

✯ The above being said, sometimes he tries a little… too hard.

✯ He’ll do anything to get you to notice him, he’s an attention whore like that. When he finally accomplishes it, he’s all giddy and grinning. A real grin. Not that bs one, the smug one you wanna knock off his damn cute freckly face. If you’re an alt/goth who likes less traditional first dates, you happen to be in luck because Tommy is lowkey high key very very good at thinking outside the box and somehow, he’ll manage to nail down something totally unique, maybe a little weird but definitely thoughtful. This is when you know he’s serious, btw. Because if he’s looking for a casual fuck or three, he won’t often bother. And he’s not really a casual fucker type, Imo.. So, yes. You have just gotten yourself a brawny, mouthy, fireball jock boyfriend.

✯ Will surprise you with random stuff. Maybe he sees you eyeing a rock or something. Maybe it’s a cameo at some pawn shop in town. Maybe it’s just deeeep red roses. It winds up in your possession.

✯ Tommy in a known goth hangout, this is more funny than it should be. I picture him trying to make the Moonwalk happen to some slower paced Cure song. And everyone will be staring at him like what the fucking hell? But he doesn’t mind doing things that make you happy. And he’s not really bothered by the staring or anything. He’s uh… developed himself a thick skin.

✯ This man will literally fistfight God if somehow, God were to upset you. This isn’t just applied to alt/goth, but to anyone he lets close enough to him to care about deeply. Tommy is like… Real protective. Real protective.

✯ Cannot keep his hands off you. Loves to watch you getting all the makeup on when you’re going out somewhere. Genuinely enjoys showing you off when you’re with him and does not give one flat footed fuckola if everybody else is looking at you two like you’re the oddest couple they’ve ever seen.

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stranger things ● can't fight this feeling pt 7 ● s. harrington

warning

the smallest hint of bisexual Tommy and his unrequited crush on Steve causing him to be an asshole, rumors / bullying / other high school pettiness + an ex boyfriend from reader's old school that's an asshole popping up here and there, mentions of alcohol/smoking/weed -at some point this is a high school romance thing so there will be no parents parties/ underage drinking, etc.., the stress and tension of senior year, strong hints of virgin!reader who dresses a little provocatively, absentee parents, loooots of affection / kissing + body fluids in the form of saliva, eventual filth -we're getting there.

<- reader / you are female with female parts + a certain look (example) and personality (rich, kind of sweet/innocent, outspoken, very flirtatious with Steve, etc). this is self indulgent and therefore, more personalized to the things writer wanted to have in the fic. DLDR.

word count

1528 exactly. for any missing context, part 6 <- is there.

summary

Steve shoves Tommy. Tommy shoves him back and laughs. "It's just a question, Harrington, relax."

"Yeah, not happening." Steve shakes his head and his eyes harden as he looks at Tommy. The boy who used to be his best friend. All he sees now is a bitter asshole and it's bad, it really is because he sees the way he was not even a year ago. "Leave her alone, alright? She's my girl, Hagan. Mine."

Tommy laughs. "Yeah, well. You really can pick 'em."

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Billy’s glaring a hole through Steve as he spots you both make your way into the crowded hallway. Nicole nudges him and laughs. “He’s gotta be with her because she’s easy. I mean, that has to be it.”

“Did anybody ask you to talk, Nicole?” Billy gives her a calm warning glare. “You don’t even know her.”

“I know she looks easy. And she’s a bimbo. Total bimbo. Somebody asked her what the opposite to a dominant trait was in class the other  day.. Do you know what her answer was, Billy?”

Billy rolls his eyes and Nicole smirks. “Submissive. It’s recessive, even I know that.”

“Aw, somebody’s just jealous her spot as Hawkins resident airhead is under attack.” Carol speaks up, laughing when Nicole pouts and flips her off. Carol rolls her eyes at the way you and Steve are in your own little world, his hands all over you in the middle of the hallway with no shame or care as to who might see. “She’s just gonna be another Nancy and I feel so bad for him, I really do.”

“But you’re gonna leave ‘em alone.” Tommy speaks up. “Let ‘em self-destruct because sooner or later, Harrington is gonna cling to her a little too much and she’ll be done. Dude is pathetic like that.” 

Deep down, Tommy knows the actual reason he’s even bothered by Steve finding a new girlfriend but he’s not in a position to say it. So he keeps it buried deep down. Because nobody can ever find out his little secret. Why he misses his former best friend so much that it honestly hurts sometimes and has made him even angrier and much harder to be around as of late.

“You’re not wrong. He’s  always been so needy.”

Nancy, who happens to be standing nearby, waiting on Jonathan at his locker, she’s heard enough. She’s sick and tired of hearing it, honestly. She clears her throat.

“You’re the one who broke him badly enough he had to resort to sluts.” Carol snaps at Nancy and Nancy rolls her eyes. “You’re such a bitch. You know that, right? If he’s really your friend, you’d be happy for him. Not demanding he give up someone who makes him happy because she doesn’t fit your uptight little aesthetic.”

“You’re really calling me uptight?”

“If the shoe fits, Carol.”

“He was our friend first. Not your boyfriend. You barely bothered to get to know him.”

Nancy throws up her hands,exasperated. “All I’m saying is if any of you try to mess this up for him, I’m going to make your life a living hell. I don’t know how, but I’ll find a way. He deserves something good, alright? He needs this.”

“How do you know? And why do you care, more importantly?” “Because unlike any of you, I do care about him. I just couldn’t love him the way he wanted me to. She seems to. He deserves that.”

“Are you done lecturing us yet, you mousy little priss?”

Billy’s tuned out the argument as it’s happening. Instead, he’s glaring at Steve angrily. Wondering what the hell Steve Harrington has that he doesn’t. Angry with himself because he wants you so bad he can taste it. Bitter because you couldn’t make it any more clearer that you couldn’t want him less if you tried.

“Sooner or later, they’ll break up. I’ll go for it.” Billy decides, smirking to himself.

–

" Nailed her yet, Harrington?"

Tommy's question has Steve stepping up into him and going for the front of Tommy's shirt. "What did you say about her, Hagan?"

Tommy chuckles, flashing a smirk. "You heard me."

Steve shoves Tommy. Tommy shoves him back and laughs. "It's just a question, Harrington, relax."

"Yeah, not happening." Steve shakes his head and his eyes harden as he looks at Tommy. The boy who used to be his best friend. All he sees now is a bitter asshole and it's bad, it really is because he sees the way he was not even a year ago. "Leave her alone, alright? She's my girl, Hagan. Mine."

Tommy laughs. "Yeah, well. You really can pick 'em."

The coach blows his whistle and the two step away from each other, Steve is glaring at Tommy and Tommy laughs, "Pathetic, Harrington. You're pathetic."

Steve gives Tommy a little shove. "The only pathetic person I see right now is you."

–

By lunch, everyone is talking. Everyone has an opinion, like always. You're a little worried that being forced to hear everyone's opinion will make Steve change his mind. You're a little nervous as you make your way out into the hall. 

Because it wouldn’t be the first time that every dumb thing anyone had to say about you got to a boy you’re interested in. Or people you wanted to be friends with. You’re just hoping to hell it doesn’t happen as fast as you’re afraid it will.

As you step into the hallway, strong arms circle your waist and you’re laughing the second you’re hauled up over Steve’s shoulder. “Hey! You’re gonna get in trouble, Steve.”

“Honestly, I don’t care.” Steve places you back on your own feet and you lean in against him. Breathing in the scent of his cologne. You feel the tension in your body melt away and you melt into him, gazing up. Biting your lip. Quiet and contemplative because there aren’t any words to describe what you’re feeling.

“I heard you get sent out into the hallway earlier, princess.” Steve’s gazing at you and he chuckles. “The walls in these classrooms are paper thin.”

You shrug. “Carol started it. What surprised me was that Nancy got involved?”

“What surprises me even more is Nancy Wheeler is taking Home Ec. She always used to say it was a waste of time.”

You shrug. “She’s not too bad, I guess. I’ve gotta work with her to establish a family budget and meal plan.”

Steve chuckles. “You do, huh?”

“Mhm. Told her to leave it to me, she could do the actual presentation of it.”

Steve pulls you into his side and drops a lazy kiss against the top of your head. The sugary scent of your favorite perfume fills his nose and he can just feel himself relaxing.

“Why’d you get sent out?”

“Well, when Carol told me you were only trying to find a rebound, I told her she was jealous she wasn’t it.. Among other things.”

Steve swears under his breath. “I’m sick of her shit.”

“It’s okay, Steve.. It’s.. Not really a big deal? I mean,” you point to your outfit of the day and laugh softly, “I don’t blame people for their own stupidity but I’m also not gonna change myself either. You learn to get a thicker skin, baby.”

“You shouldn’t have to though. She should learn t’ keep her mouth shut. Tommy too, for that matter.” Steve chuckles but you gaze at him in concern. “What’d he say?”

“Just that I’m clingy, pathetic and sooner or later, you’re going to get tired of it.” Steve shrugs as if it’s nothing and it doesn’t bother him but honestly, he’s been worried about that all morning. You’re glaring in Tommy and Billy’s direction. Billy licks his lips at you and you grimace even further into Steve’s side. “He’s so fucking disgusting, ugh.”

Steve locks eyes with Billy and Billy gives him a rude glare. Steve slips an arm around your body as the two of you walk past them in the hallway. But Tommy calls out his name.

“Steve..” you warn.

Steve looks back. “What, asshole? What now?”

Tommy shrugs and then laughs and Steve flips him off. “Keep it up, Hagan.”

“Steve, c’mon. Neither of them are even worth the energy. And I’m starvingggg.” you melt into him and throw your arms around his neck. “I want food.”

Steve chuckles. Focusing his attention back to you. “You are, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“Let’s go. You’re right, princess. They’re not worth the energy.”

As the two of you walk away, Billy speaks up, nodding to Steve’s retreating back. “He’ll fuck it up. Then she’s mine, man.”

“Oh you think so, Hargrove?” Tommy chuckles, dragging a hand through his hair.

“I know so, Hagan. I have a plan. All I need is patience. Then when the time is right.. I swoop in and save the day. But this year is endin with her on my arm.”

“But why though? You know what Landon said about her. Do you really wanna go from girls throwing their panties at you to dating one exclusively that doesn’t put out? What’s the point?”

Billy grabs Tommy’s collar. “I want what I want. Why I want it is none of your business. We clear, Hagan?”

Tommy glares at Billy and shoves him back. “Crystal, asshole. We’re crystal clear. So uh.. What’s this plan?”

“Just wait and let Steve’s doubts and shit get the best of him. It’ll happen, guy is that weak.”

“And then?” Tommy asks, a brow raised.

“Then I move in.. start playing her shoulder to cry on.. That sensitive nice guy bullshit. It’s worked before, Hagan.” Billy shrugs and laughs. “C’mon.”

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hysteria pt five | stranger things ; t.hagan

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CHAPTERS ; 

one two three four can all be accessed by clicking. stranger things masterlist can be found here. pls note.. needs to be updated real fuckin bad.

AUTHORS NOTES;

Oh god, where to start. There were so many directions I could have gone with this but after a long discussion with @aries-arcade (you are an actual angel and I love you sm) this is the direction that felt best and made most sense and they totally inspired this part and for that I love them so so so damn much. I really love writing this because I'm trying new things and one of them is to make things a little bit more of a slow burn.. ya know, add a little angst for the spice.

Huuuge thanks to everyone reading - putting up with my bullshit in it's entirety, and you guys, ahhhh.. your interactions with my bullshit always fill my heart so full and you honestly don't know how much they've kept me going at times, the likes, the comments, the reblogs/reblogs with tags - i loove the tags omg and just oh my god, I want to kiss you all, okay? Okay.

SUMMARY;

-- neighbors with crushes who used to be friends to neighbors who are practically strangers to neighbors who might be reconnecting.

PAIRING;

Tommy Hagan x Fem!Reader ( beyond female parts/organs outfits, hints of personality and occasional hairstyle descriptors, she's a blank slate, blanker than most).

WARNINGS;

uh so here's the thing.. there are real strong hints here that Tommy is dealing with some issues mentally. In this chapter though, angst. Lots of angst. Maybe comfort if you squint at the end. I swear this will get fluffier at some point but honestly, I feel like it'll be slower and more subdued.

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OTHER STUFF;

Set in s2 minus the Upside Down / the monsters and the deaths but keeping the teenagers drama (the Steve/Nancy thing and Tommy's falling out with Steve) and adding more drama (Because I fucking have to). There are several very very subtle hints here of Tommy maybe having been in love with Steve (and reader, at one point in time) to stay in keeping with Tommy possibly having been bi. There are also several hints in here that Tommy has a lot of shit going on inside his own head and things he needs to deal with / struggles with.

It’s hotter than usual tonight. You can’t sleep and you’re not sure whether it has everything to do with the heat or whether it’s you, worrying again. You roll over onto your stomach in bed and burrow your head beneath your pillow and punch it in frustration when sleep doesn’t happen after an hour. You wind up slipping out of bed, making your way over to the window seat. And you pull open the bedroom window, letting a little breeze into the room. As you’re leaning back into your window, you notice Tommy Hagan is sitting in the window of his room across the street.

You give a little wave and you’re not expecting him to wave back, but he does. Exhaling smoke into the night sky as he leans his head back against the frame of the window. Once again, your gaze settles on the old pink flashlight.

But honestly, you’ve been worried enough about him lately that you’d rather walk over. So you tug on some orange shorts with white piping around the legs and you grab the flashlight as you hoist yourself out of the window and onto the roof. From the roof, it’s a little bit of a drop down but not terrible. You land on your feet and you jog across the lawn, stopping on the sidewalk in front of your house to look up and down the street.

Both for nosy neighbors and cars.

Seeing no sign of either, you make your way across the street and onto the Hagan’s lawn.

Tommy nearly chokes on the smoke from the drag he’s just taken when  you hiss at him from the ground below. He’s a little tense. Today was rough, it’s been one of his worst days yet. He and Steve very nearly had a physical fight and it’s bothering him. It’s bothering him way more than he cares to admit. It’s bothering him on a really deep level. The fact that Steve won’t open his eyes and see the situation for what it is is frustrating. A little hurtful too, because Tommy thought they were best friends. He tries to tell Steve that he’s having a rough day and somehow, the damn conversation turns back around to Steve and Nance and their ongoing shit show.

It’s like he’s losing Steve. There’s a sense of panic when the thought comes and he tries again to shove it down but it’s settled in.

He’s so dazed that he doesn’t even realize you’re halfway up a ladder you dragged around from out back of the house until you’re sitting on his window sill next to him. Staring at him intently. Like you want to say something but you’re not sure how.

“Tommy?”

“Yeah?” he takes another drag, blowing the smoke up into the night air.

“I’m worried about you.” you say it quietly, turning in the sill to face him so that you’re straddled over it. Fidgeting awkwardly. You haven’t really spoken to him since you ditched him back then and now, here you are.

He doesn’t know what to make of it.

He feels like there’s a chance that this is just setting himself up for yet another disappointment. You already abandoned him one time, the odds are pretty fucking high you’ll probably do it again.

 And maybe it’s not the nicest thing he could’ve said when his mouth opens, but he can’t help the bitter laugh that comes. “You’re worried about me?” he goes quiet. “I’m fine.” his entire body tenses as if he wants to fold into himself and you wince a little, the harsh tone he used settling in. You take a deep breath and rummage through your pockets to find your own cigarettes and lighter and for a minute or two you don’t say anything, you’re both just staring up at the sky.

“Why’d you come over?” Tommy asks quietly.

You shrug. And then you sigh. But then you decide that maybe holding onto everything is just stupid, pointless. There’s not much time left until you each go your own way in life after all and you just miss him.

“To apologize.” you answer quietly.

Tommy’s brows knit and he picks up the old flashlight, twisting it around for a few seconds. “Yeah?” but he’s shocked because it’s the last thing he expected. He pretends not to know why you’d be apologizing mostly because he needs to hear you say it yourself.

And maybe you need to say it.

You’re fidgeting with a loose string on the bottom of the thin,oversized shirt that nearly covers your shorts. You’re not looking him in the eyes. You can’t. It’s easier this way. So much easier. Because if you’re going to apologize, you’re going to tell him everything. You’re going to get it all out there so you can finally move on and hopefully, you can just forget everything.

It probably won’t change anything, after all.

“I kind of abandoned you, Tommy. But I..” you pause, rubbing the bridge of your nose as if that’ll coax the words out a little better. You stare up at the sky and think really hard about what you want to say next, how best to phrase it. “I did it for you.”

That bitter laugh again. “For me, huh?”

 He's leaning in a little closer. Studying you. The way the moon highlights your facial structure. You’ve always had a cute nose and as soon as the thought forms, Tommy shoves it down. “We were friends. Why would I want you to abandon me?” he scoffs at your answer because it doesn’t make any sort of sense. If this is all you have to say for yourself, he’s curious as to how you’ll explain doing it.

“Mhm. Well..” you take a few shaky breaths, “I wanted you and you wanted her. I.. I couldn’t handle it, alright? I tried, I really did.” and suddenly, as the words are leaving your mouth, you want to climb back down the ladder and run all over again. You don’t dare look at him, you can’t.

Tommy coughs quietly. And he doesn’t really say anything. It’s turning over and over in his mind right now and he doesn’t know what the hell he’s supposed to do with what you’ve just said. 

You’re tensed up, cigarette pressed between your lips and he’s torn at least three different ways. On the one hand, deep down he knows you mean it. On the other hand, his father meant it every single time he’d use “I did it for you” as an excuse for whatever dumb fucking thing he did that hurt his mother and finally, he’s a little angry. It feels at least partially selfish, you cut all ties just because you couldn’t handle something when you should’ve known you could have talked to him, you could have told him anything back then and he’d have moved a goddamn mountain to give it to you. And then his mind decides to chime in. Remind him that he’s never been enough and he’ll never be enough and therefore, your reasoning for abandoning him when he really needed you back then has to be a lie. Maybe you saw what he really was, -do you even know?, that thought creeps in, intrusive.

He lets out a ragged breath. And he still can’t say anything.

“I just wanted to say that.” you’re swinging your feet and he happens to notice that yeah, you walked across barefoot. Nevermind that he saw busted glass on the asphalt earlier. He doesn’t say anything. It’s not his business. You feel like you can look him in the eye now, this can’t possibly get any more awkward than you’ve already managed to make it, so you turn so that you’re facing him on the sill, one leg in his room and the other on the outside to mirror the way he’s sitting. ‘Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“I really am sorry.” you repeat your apology, shoulders slumped just a little. “Are you okay?” you ask the question because you really are worried about him and after overhearing the argument that happened between him and Steve in the hallway, you’ve spent all afternoon doubting your decision to just cut ties. You thought they’d give a shit. You thought they cared enough to notice when he might be struggling a little. You thought he’d be okay, someone would take care of him.

If what you witnessed earlier this afternoon was anything to go by, they haven’t. At least Steve hasn’t.

“I said I’m fine.” Tommy answers quietly. Shrugging. What’s it matter anyway? He’s tried to talk to Steve, he’s tried to talk to Carol, he just wants someone to fucking listen and hear him. He needs someone to listen but nobody seems to be willing. Even after he apologized to Steve for saying too much in the heat of the moment, it still wasn’t enough to encourage Steve to try hearing him out and this is killing him.

“You’re not.” you mumble quietly. “I know you’re not. I know you.” you want to choke yourself because the jealousy makes you pop off and it makes you say something that’s not entirely true anymore because you really don’t know him like you used to. Maybe he really has changed.

Maybe you both have.

But you care and you hate seeing him like this and it just hurts so much. You have to do something, you have to try.

“You knew me.” Tommy answers with a calm little shrug. He wants to laugh when he says it, because if he’s being honest, nobody really knows him. They know whatever version he feels like he has to adopt just so maybe just once, somebody might stick around.

“Yeah, you’re right. I knew you.” you retort, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “Because you’re definitely not the boy I remember.”

“People change, doll.” Tommy says it with a little shrug and if you hadn’t seen just the slightest hint of a tear in his eyes, you probably would have written him off and gone home. You probably should have. But you saw the hint of a tear and you couldn’t walk away a second time. “Damn it.” you say it under your breath, dragging a hand through your hair. “I..I didn’t mean that.”

Tommy laughs and gazes at you. “You did. It’s fine though. No big deal.” he looks down again and you can just feel it, you know he looked down because he knows he’s about to cry and he has always hated people seeing him cry.

His father, the asshole. He’s the one to thank for that one.

You take a shaky breath. “Damn it.”

“You can go home.” as the words leave his mouth, he wants to take them back, he wants to take back the entirety of this conversation. Rewind it and do things differently.

“Yeah, well I’m not.” you lean back against the frame of the window and take a deep breath or two. And you think you’ll both sit there, fuming in silence until you eventually do leave but then he speaks up. Wavering voice like the time one of the boys in second grade said something to a much more sensitive and younger Tommy and it hurt and he cried. “Just go, damn it. It’s not worth wasting your time..”

This is what breaks you. You’re still irritated because he’d been a jerk earlier, but you care about him and you always have and he was the boy who protected you for so long back then. You owe him something even if you know he wouldn’t take what you’d really rather offer him.

You move so that you’re sitting closer, your legs over his thighs and you reach out, grabbing his jaw gently to make him look up at you. “It is, okay? You are. Christ, Tommy.” you shake your head at him and go quiet. Swallowing hard. “I really fucked up.” you muse quietly. “Maybe you didn’t, though.” Tommy hates the fact that you’re holding onto his jaw but he also loves it. You're being so gentle. You were always so fucking gentle. Even on his worst days. Your hands are soft and warm, your finger dragging over his face. You sigh and it’s almost sad when you make the sound. “I did. I never wanted to do it. I just…” you go quiet. Focus because this isn’t about you, you’re more concerned about him. “It’s not important. What’s important here is you. Why the hell would you say something like that?” you question, moving closer to him so you’re not stretching your arm quite so much. Tommy gulps. Stammers for a second and then shrugs, “Because I’m not wrong, alright?”

“You are, though.” you mumble quietly. “Do you wanna know why I really came over tonight? Hm?” you roll the pads of your fingers over his freckled skin as you stare into his eyes. You’re both nose to nose right now and to anyone passing by on the street below, this might look like your typical teenage couple, sneaking into each other’s rooms late at night. But that’s not what this is.

He grimaces because he’s not entirely sure he wants to hear what will come out next. Parts of him dread it because parts of him are more than half sure that it’ll have nothing to do with missing him but something he can do for you and as this thought hits, he’s tensed up again and you notice it. You lower your hand and play with the faded blue plastic flashlight as you stare down at it. “Because I miss you and I made a fuckin mistake, alright? I… I guess I just wanted to try and fix it?”

He doesn’t have the first clue what to even say because he wasn’t expecting you to say it. He chuckles quietly and you look up. A weak smile when you lock eyes with him and stick out your tongue. “I missed you.” you repeat it, firmer. You maintain eye contact when you say it even though it’s hard and you’re flustered because you’re not good at stuff like this at all, but you just need him to know that you really do miss him and you mean it when you say it.

And he wants to believe it but he’s not entirely sure he can. Because of this, the coming back part. It’s not something he’s used to at all. He’s used to people leaving. Being replaceable. Because he truly feels that he is.

You yawn. Drained and lightweight because you finally got it out of your system. And when you see the red numbers on the alarm clock next to his bed, you gape. “Holy hell. We really need to sleep.” you’re yawning again as you pull yourself off of the sill and hold out your hand to him. He gazes at it warily for a second or two and he starts to protest that it won’t do any good, he hasn’t slept in days at this point, not decently anyway, but he reaches out and takes hold of your hand, pulling himself off of the seat too. “C’mon Tommy Tiger. Into bed with you.” you coax, pulling back the navy colored comforter as you nod to the bed.

“Fuckin hate when you call me that, Strawberry Shortcake.” he retorts, grumbling. But he goes along with what you’ve asked, just this once. You pull the comforter up over him and sit down on the edge of the bed. “We’re gonna be okay. Everything is gonna be okay, Tommy.” you mumble, staring at your bare legs as you pick at your chipping nails to distract yourself. “If you need me, you know where to find me. Just… Please do?” you gaze over at him and he nods. Managing a smile. “Yeah.”

You make your way out of his bedroom window and he lays there awake for another hour or two. Sometime around 2 am, he finally dozes off and when he wakes up again at 5:30 for his usual jog, he tells himself that a little sleep is better than none at all, which is what he’d been getting lately. 

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Hello it's the Tommy & Carol anon again 😊Absolutely amazing thing to read and I'm so glad you were happy to get those imagines! Just wondering if you could write some Tommy H & hargrove sister? (Or maybe a sister from a party member) I feel like Tommy H would be the type to give Steve shit over Nancy then see his future s/o from a distance and be like Oh no

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Omg heyyyy you're back, dear! So I wanted to take my time with this one because honestly, I fucking loved the idea -waay too much potential, you have no idea how much receiving this ask made my day? WHEN YOU SENT THIS SO MANY NEW THOUGHTS OCCURRED TO ME HOLY SHIT SO THANK YOU. ALSO ALSO.. This could've been longer but I tried to hold back a little bit because i didn't want to hit a word limit but i wanted to get everything major I needed to say mentioned in here.

A tw for Neil fuckin Hargrove and the damage he did to his kids which is kind of barely eluded to in places here.

Bonus thing that nobody asked for... I feel like Devils Backbone would probs fit Tommy's character to an extent? So I'm totally listening to that as I write this.

This is going to get long-winded, so keep going below the cut. I really, really, really hope you enjoy this third long-winded ramble. I thank you so so so so so much for sending this?

First of all, you are precisely correct. Tommy Hagan gives Steve Harrington nothing but shit for MONTHS over Nancy. And he's always quick to point out that it won't happen to him -or ironically, "Carol's my girl, man." and lo.. Behold... It's just a little into the school year (S2, mind you) when the unthinkable happens.

Firstly, Carol and Tommy break up over the summer. They try to reconcile, they just... like, they can't for whatever reason, ig? Annnyway, this sets the scene. The amount of shit Tommy gives Steve over the summer may or may not be because Tommy's got a lot of feelings(tm) about being dumped. They even start to fight about Nancy -and her thing with Jonathan, a lot more..

Okay, so to set the scene for Hargrove baby sis.... we KNOW the hell this poor girl lives through at home. And I feel like she's probably one of those quiet types, real soft spoken, probably just a hair innocent and oh so girly. And like.. It's obvious that she's skittish as all hell -the whole know which stair makes the loudest pop so you don't wake up the nightmare you call a father or god forbid, your big brother, mentality. Anyway, I feel like Billy tries so goddamn hard to protect her, even going as far as to piss Neil off when he knows Neil is about to start in on her -because maybe she looks a little too much like the mother that abandoned them all? just a thought here, so this would've totally given people a glimpse into the potential for good that they tried to execute in s3 when he turned himself into a human stretch armstrong / mindflayer chewtoy. Here's the thing, lovely anon... I feel like while Billy is the loud, brazen, quick tempered motherfucker we all know, his sister? Polar fucking opposite. Bookish, quiet, never even tries to step one toe over the line because she's too terrified of the consequence. I feel like the nice and innocent thing would completely bowl Tommy over? Anyway, yeah.. Long story short, Hargrove #2 is too nice for her own good, so maybe she misses a LOT of the taunting and teasing aimed at her.

Billy doesn't, but this isn't about him. This is about what I think would happen between Tommy Hagan and a Hargrove sister. Suffice to say, Billy will fucking MURDER anyone he thinks is talking down to, taking advantage or trying to harm his kid sister.. I feel like maybe she's a grade below him -and presumably Tommy, we'll say they're the same age. OKAY SO SO..

Tommy and Steve actually have a huge fight, same as the show. The only real difference here is that Carol isn't present for it because duh, Carol and Tommy broke up. This makes that fight so fucking much worse, so the day Billy arrives at Hawkins -with sister in tow, he's just kinda like... going through the motions? He's edgy, restless. Angry and bitter. And Steve's spent the better part of like... A year and some odd months telling him, "Hey pal, it does happen, you can fall head over heels at first/second sight, you might wanna retract and rethink your words.." but Tommy, he just refuses to believe in it.

UNTIL, UNTIL... it fucking happens. And when it happens, he quite literally feels like he's just had the damn air knocked right out of his lungs because she's cute and she's sweet and she's got this suuuuper fucking soft voice and she smells like vanilla candies -this he learns because she's in one of his classes, it's one he's taking on a repeat to graduate, and they wind up sharing a book so this means they have to sit real, real, real...fucking close.. Annnyway. This poor bastard SNAPS A DAMN PENCIL IN HALF because he's antsy, he's entirely too aware of this pretty lil thing sitting so close that her hair brushes right against his bicep.. Tommy fancies himself a charmer. Key words here.. FANCIES HIMSELF A CHARMER.. IRL, he is lowkey a village idiot when it comes to flirting, the only super serious tm girlfriend he's really had is Carol? So he only knows what works on her.

Baby Hargrove, she is UNIMPRESSED. And... completely fucking oblivious, oh my goddd. She thinks he's just being nice when he offers to walk her to class so she goes with it. At one point, they're talking and she just politely tells him in that super soft and sweet little voice "can you just maybe like... try being yourself? please?"

HE TURNS SO GODDAMN RED.

side note, Tommy's got a hard time being himself because he is so used to mirroring the people around him in a desperate attempt to be liked / to be whatever someone wants or needs, to fit in better and I have my own theories on this, the one I feel safest mentioning on here is that Tommy is not like the other rich popular kids. He's working class level at least. So, yeah.. He desperately wants to fit in cos the majority of his elementary/middle school days til Steve and Carol were spent having to fight or getting bullied til he went home to cry and be consoled by his mother.

So after a few weeks of him of her being there, -and him continuously popping up - he notices that she comes in like.. upset. edgy. and he can feel it, holy shit, this boy has somehow managed to tune himself into her and he hasn't even realized it. Mind you, this entire fucking time, he's been telling anyone who will listen if they say shit about the way he's ALWAYS NEAR HER that he's not and they're clearly fucking stupid. Because he just doesn't know how to wrap his freckled head around Steve being 10000% correct about what's happening and it's happening at warp fucking speed and holy shit, he's fucking terrified, but anyway... This is when it really sinks in for him? And she looks so tired, she's nodding off sitting up. He pulls his chair even closer to the one she's sitting in because he knows.. He knows, any second now, she's going to close those pretty eyes and she's gonna doze right off. And voila! Presto! She does, in fact, fall asleep. THIS BOY.. When I tell you he writes random shit he does happen to pay attention to the teacher saying down for her for once -because she's been so sweet, she's been helping him out with the coursework for weeks now and like... he just doesn't want her to miss anything because obviously, school is important shit for her? Anyway... End of class comes, she wakes up and she is soooo so so apologetic.

End of class comes, he finds Steve in the hallway, with Nancy but they're fighting. Nancy storms off, Steve swings at a locker and Tommy just kind of clears his throat. "Nevermind." Steve has been silently watching the whole thing play out because even though he and Tommy aren't speaking, Tommy is still 'his boy' so he's looking out for the idiot, making sure he's okay -because Carol's breakup coming on the heels of their huge fight outside the corner store was just ... a lot.. Steve stops him from leaving and Tommy's pacing, insisting that he can't be right, all this other shit and by the end of it when Steve figures out what's happened, he's nearly HOWLING in laughter.

We're gonna play devils advocate here, while I love the whole keg boys dynamic, I feel like Billy would be more than a little bent out of shape to hear Tommy going on and on and fucking ON about his little sister.. Lowkey, he'd be glad -another person to keep her safe from Neil and Neil's fuckery when he can't, but he's NOT under ANY CIRCUMSTANCE gonna show that he is right off the bat. Billy overhears this whole thing and Tommy finally drops the name of the girl he's been lowkey talking about for weeks and Billy's kinda... Glaring. Then he explains to his 'bestie' that reader is his sister. -I feel like baby sister being BLOOD, and them having gone through so much would make them close but lately, they've drifted cos baby sister is scared / lowkey hates the man her brother is turning into. Annnyway.... Steve manages to keep them calm. Barely, but it happens.

Back to Steve and Tommy. This kind of causes them to reconcile because they both kind of need to lean on one another. I feel like the party where Nancy does break up with Steve is the party where Tommy and Hargrove sis would get together? Like.. not together, together, but maybe he sees some asshole trying to invade her personal space and it just really, really, really pushes his buttons. And he's got a few in him by now, so he walks over, steps between them and proceeds to shove this asshole around. Because he's angry because he could see her flinching away and trying to politely leave several times only to have the asshole have the audacity to grab her arm? -the asshole who did this is lowkey lucky Billy was around back with some buddies tapping the new keg because holy shiiit.. Anyway, Tommy stays with her the whole party -we'll say Billy dragged her along for the night because he knew Max was staying with a friend and Susan was out of town with relatives or smthing so he wasn't leaving Neil and his sister -who looks like their mother a little bit, alone with each other because Neil likes to drink and when Neil likes to drink, he likes to hurt people, either with his mouth or his hands. Anyway.. Tommy and this guy are brawling and as soon as people catch onto it, the fights broken up.

Baby sister takes him into Tina's kitchen to patch him up and she's fussing over him, she's saying things like he shouldn't have done that, not over her, it wasn't worth it, etc.. He literally can't take hearing her say another word, so he feels like kissing her to shut her up is a good idea. So he does it. And she starts out trying to like... push him away because her hand's on the front of his black karate top flat but then, suddenly, her fingers are pulling at the fabric and her hand's in his hair and he's forgetting to breathe and doing his very best to keep his hands to himself / figure out what to do with them -i feel like he's kind of picked up on just hints here and there of the home situation so he's trying so so so hard to be mindful of her being skittish and the way she flinches at certain tones / touches, etc and he has been for a while now, and after this, they kind of go from her tutoring him / helping him to Tommy coming around -billy only allows anyone over when Neil isn't at home unless it's a piece of ass for the night, he likes to rub that into his father's face because he can... when Neil isn't there. I feel like Billy's not thrilled with the whole thing at first, but like... He figures out real quick that Tommy's not giving one fuck. He wants what he wants, right? Anyway..

I feel like down the line, little sister is a constant fixture at the Hagan house and Tommy's still kind of trying to insist that this is just friendship -despite the way he kissed her and she kissed back, and now, even his MOTHER is noticing the way her son is around this girl and she's both teasing him about it and happy, because he seems to be happier lately, he's started talking to Steve again, he's made a new friend and like I said, little sister is an actual sweetie, so.. yeah.. THIS IS WHEN IT REALLY GETS SERIOUS, OFFICIAL AND SHIT..

They're hanging out on a weekend, like usual and they're all cuddled up on his bed, -> picturing this , and he just looks down at her and blurts it out. "I love you."

Holy shit, when she says it back, boy is.. If he could leap in the air and pump his fist he would've right then. He does it later though, but anyway.. He finally has to admit to Steve that yes, Steve was 10000 percent correct in the end.

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hysteria pt four | stranger things ; t.hagan

tag list babes || req rules / fandoms + characters;reqs open || got a req or ? || masterlist

CHAPTERS ; 

one - two - three can all be found by clicking. my stranger things masterlist is here.

AUTHORS NOTES;

So this one uh.. It's gonna move a little slow. Just a litttttle. But it's gonna start heating up soon, I promise. Also, yikes. It's been a while since an update and for that, I feel horrible. There's more angst and internal stuff happening here though so yeah.

Huuuuge hugs and thanks to everyone who reads my posts and you have no idea how much the little interactions truly mean to me, how much they keep me going without any of you even realizing, whether it be comment / like / reblog and reblogs with tags. You guys are so amazing and like.. I'm just sitting here mindblown.

SUMMARY;

-- best friends / neighbors turned strangers / neighbors turned more, maybe?

PAIRING;

Tommy Hagan x Fem!Reader (beyond female parts, bits of personality and outfit descriptions, feel free to use your imaginations)

WARNINGS;

ANGST. Tommy is his own damn warning label. I repeat, Angst. This chapter is also short and filler, but.. I needed filler.

TAGLIST;

@AURUMBELIS

@ALLELITESMUT

@ARIES-ARCADE

@COLE22ANN

@EBONYBLOOM

@HEYAITSKLAUDIA

@HCLOANGCLS

@HOESHII

@ICEQUEEN1371

@KRYS-ORION

@LETSBEDRAGONSTOGETHER

@LOUDERFORTHEBACK

@MUSICHEALSSCARS

@SECRETSICANTHIDEANYMORE

@SCOOBIESSNACKS

@THECHOICESLOOKGRIMM

@UNTITLEDAREA - these are all the names on my stranger things taglist. if you’d like to be added, please click the link at the top of the post.

OTHER STUFF;

set in season 2 where vecna / the upside down / its other horrors and death will not and have not occurred. The storyline between Nance and Steve will be in here in bits -and probably a lot a bit different on Tommy's end, but yeah. This is meant to be angst / pining / hurt comfort / friendship and romance all in one. Oh.. If anyone is wondering, I am writing this as Tommy being in love with two of his best friends (One being reader, a female and the other being Steve, male) so if you're wondering, he's bi in the 80's just like the actor played him. Also writing this in the frame of mind that people can love more than one person + some issues I feel Tommy has going on in his own mind and stuff. So if he seems as intense as he did on the show, this is really what I'm going for. If he leans more to females here though, tis because I happen to be one and this is what works best for me, my default setting of m/f. But there will be hints of his unrequited feelings for Steve.

The light is still on in your bedroom window and Tommy knows he should be trying to sleep, but he’s just not tired and his mind won’t shut down already. So he’s leaned in the frame of his bedroom window, smoking. Staring out across the road to your window. You wander in, cloaked in a big pink towel and the second you do and he realizes you’re about to be in a state of undress, he squeezes his eyes shut. Not because he wants to, but because it’s the right thing to do and watching you just feels wrong somehow.

Maybe it’s because he knew you so well. Maybe it’s because deep down, he doesn’t feel like he’s good enough. After all, you did just kind of drift away back then. You were the first person to have enough and distance -second counting his father, but he doesn’t count him anymore. And he’s spent all this time wondering why you chose to. What was the final straw?

He thinks back to the fight with Steve earlier in the afternoon.

How it came to blows because Steve didn’t want to hear the truth and all Tommy is trying to do is help him see it for himself. All he’s trying to do is be a friend. Protect him. Thinking about Steve’s reaction to what he told him earlier just gets Tommy frustrated all over again.

He takes a few deep breaths and thumps the cigarette out into the grass below. And across the street, your bedroom light is still on. Now you’re wandering around in a pair of knee socks and a thin t-shirt. Dragging your hand through your hair as you twist yourself up in a red phone cord as you pace your bedroom, the phone to your ear. The window’s open just a little. Just enough that he can hear Bon Jovi float out softly on the night air. He makes himself get away from the window and falls back across his bed, taking a few long and deep breaths.

And for a minute or two, he heavily contemplates finding that old blue flashlight. Turning it on and shining it into your window once the lights off. Because lately, he really misses the fact that once upon a time, he could do that whenever he wanted and he’s always wondered what made you pull away from him back then.

What had he done?

He tugs off his shirt and then his jeans and he slips into his bed. Tossing and turning because for another night in far too many, his mind is noisy. Jumbled. And it won’t just shut down. Everything is okay, he’s got no reason to be this tense and yet, he knows he does. And he can feel unease settling in, waiting on the other shoe to drop for some reason.

Because everything is changing and he doesn’t like it. And he can’t do anything to stop it, no matter what he tries.

– ( your side of the window)

“Joey, I told you at school that I don’t want to talk. There’s no talking about this, damn it. We’re done. I’m done. Just..” you take a deep breath and rub the bridge of your nose as you fall back across the bed, “Leave me the hell alone. Please?”

“Babe, c’mon. You don’t mean it. You never mean it.”

“I mean it. Trust me, Joey. I really mean it this time. Stop callin.” you slam the phone down and wander over, sinking down to sit in your window seat. And even though you know you shouldn’t and you know it’s a bad idea, you find yourself watching Tommy Hagan’s bedroom window for the third time in a week. Leaned against the frame of yours, a bare leg hanging out your window. The soft pink flashlight is sitting on your desk, if you could just get the nerve to do it…

But you’re the one who stopped talking to him to ‘set him free’ back then because it was easier than just telling him how you really felt and why it always upset you so much whenever he went on and on and on about Carol. And you try to tell yourself you did the right thing and he’s happy, but deep down, you hate what you did. You long for a chance to go back. To say what you wanted. To risk ruining a lifelong friendship and making things awkward because lately, you’re starting to realize that anything is better than nothing.

You actually go as far as picking up the soft pink flashlight but as soon as your hand curls around it, you let it fall to your window seat. And you sigh, slinking back over to your bed. Falling across it to stare at the ceiling.

You really wish you hadn’t done it now because you miss your best friend. Even having him as only that is better than not at all. And you’re realizing that now..

[ashes-writing]

hysteria pt three | stranger things ; t.hagan

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CHAPTERS ; 

one + two can be found by clicking.

AUTHORS NOTES;

So this... This took a bit of an interesting and revealing turn for me. I kind of had a slight idea where I wanted to go with this, but.. Then this came to me and I decided to just lean into it.

Huuuuge hugs + love to everyone taking the time to read/reblog with tags / reblog / comment or even like my writing because seriously, you do not know how much it really means to me or how many times you guys have inspired me to keep going with something.

SUMMARY;

-- it's almost like Fate is a comedic genius with the way you cross paths lately.

aka, you are Tommy Hagan's neighbor / old friend and former crush but you stopped speaking and distanced. but lately, you seem to find yourself thrown together more than either of you are really comfortable with.

PAIRING;

Tommy Hagan x Fem!reader ; please note, there is no physical description given of reader beyond having female parts.

WARNINGS;

Tommy, once again, is his own warning. A prick of a boyfriend who is maybe a wee clingier than he should be and very pushy. Lots of arguing and if you squint, maybe Reader's true feelings for the boy next door shine through. Only if you squint. This is the slow burn, me thinks.

TAGLIST;

The only people on my taglist for Stranger Things currently are listed below. If you'd like to be and you aren't, please go add yourself via the link at the very top of the post.

@allelitesmut

@aurumbelis

@aries-arcade

@cole22ann

@hcloangcls

@heyaitsklaudia

@icequeen1371

@krys-orion

@letsbedragonstogether

@musichealsscars

@scoobiessnacks

@suits-and-smirks

OTHER STUFF;

Set in s2 - none of the Upside Down / monsters / deaths happened. However, the older teen drama does, though some smallish changes and stuff may occur.

“If you’ll notice, I’ve pushed your desks into groups of two. You’ll be working with a partner on this assignment.” the teacher’s announcement is the first thing you hear when you enter the classroom and almost immediately, you’re a little annoyed by it. Because if your teacher lets you choose a partner, you’ll be stuck with Joey and you guys have been fighting all morning.

And just like you thought, the teacher lets you choose. And Joey automatically assumes you’re over the fights you’ve had with him and makes his way over, smirking as he comes. The only other person in the classroom that hasn’t split themselves off with anybody is Tommy Hagan, because of course it is, this is always how it goes. And for a good fifteen seconds, you’re looking back and forth from one guy to another.

In this amount of time, the teacher’s noted that you’re working with Joey and you grumble to yourself when Joey is all too thrilled to confirm.

You’ve always had yourself a problem with any sort of decisions being made for you, -ironic considering at least half of the boys you’ve ever dated always seemed to do that very thing, and so it’s just bothering you and bothering you until you grumble loudly, “Nope. Can’t do it.” just as Joey’s poring over the worksheet between you both.

“I actually don’t want to work with Joey, Mrs. Kline.”

The teacher looks up at you. A little annoyed because now she’ll have to change things around in her gradebook and lesson plan to reflect the change. She starts to say the decision is final, because she’s seeing it now, if she lets you change around, then everybody else will change around. With a huff, she asks the class if anybody else is unhappy with their current partner. She’s relieved when nobody else agrees.

Tommy’s not entirely sure what makes him do it beyond hearing at least two really angry confrontations in the hallway between you and Joey the jerk and that ever lingering need to protect an old friend, but he raises his hand.

“Yes, Mr. Hagan?”

“I’ll uh.. I’ll work with her.”

You nearly choke on the gum you’re chewing that you’re not even supposed to have. You can feel the exact second that Joey tenses and looks at you with that annoyed look. And of course, he’s pouting about it. “Seriously?” he hisses, “Just cos we had an argument?”

You bite your lip. “No, because if I have to be around you right now, I’ll strangle you with my bare hands, jerk. You always pick fights and you never give me space after you do it.” you hiss back, “And maybe I’m tired of it.”

He laughs and rolls his eyes. “You’re always sayin this, doll and yet, you’re always over it in ten minutes.”

You shrug and wordlessly, you glance back at Tommy before turning your attention to the waiting teacher. “Yeah, I’ll work with Hagan.”

You’re too busy gathering your books to see the way his eyes light up just a little and the cocky smirk and subtle middle finger he gives to Joey when Joey turns around to give him a death glare. You flop down into the seat beside Tommy and tap your pencil against the desk. Joey hasn’t turned around yet and you throw up your hands at him in frustration as you roll your eyes. Popping a bubble quietly with your gum, you turn your attention to Tommy, fully aware that Joey is staring intently because you can feel his eyes burn a hole through you.

“Six seconds lasting douchebag, ugh. One day he’ll realize he doesn’t fuckin own me.” you mumble before going quiet. Tommy snickers before he can stop himself. You gaze at him and twist some hair around your finger. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s not a big deal. Sides,” he grins, “You’re smart. It’s kinda helpin me too.” he points out and you laugh softly, nodding. “Yeah, well.. I hope this doesn’t get back to your girl. She already hates me enough. I really don’t feel like dealing with her.”

“Relax.” Tommy coaxes, nodding to the worksheet.

“Okay, so…” you gaze at it intently, trying to figure out exactly where to start. “Ooh, I know the answers to these. Give me just one minute.” you take your pencil and begin answering the questions you know off-hand and Tommy sits back and lets you. And the entire time, he’s telling himself that he offered himself up just to get a decent grade in the class for once and maybe to get under Joey’s skin while he’s at it. And those two things may well be true, but… Deep down, it feels like there’s a lingering third potential answer. And it’s an answer that Tommy promptly shoves down as soon as it begins to attempt making itself known.

Because that is… something he’s not even attempting to entertain right now. Because he got over it already, right?

You glance up when you’re done and it’s to find him watching you, thoughtful look in his eyes. You raise a brow. “Hey, so I finished it.” you’re trying to get his attention so he can take the worksheet you filled out and fill out his own copy, but Tommy doesn’t say anything.

He does take the sheet from you though.

When he finishes copying the answers over, he clears his throat and pushes it back to you quietly. Giving you a thoughtful smirk and you get the sense that he wants to say something, he wants to say it really bad, but then the bell rings and he just doesn’t.

You’re making your way to the door and Joey catches up with you, trying to slide an arm around you. You shove it down. Determined to stew in your irritation and annoyance just to spite him, just because he insists that you’ll be over it and you’ll be fine in ten minutes. 

You’re not fine. You’re not over it. For some reason, when he keeps picking fights with you about Tommy Hagan just because he happens to be an old friend and he happens to be your neighbor across the street, it gets all these feelings to bubble up. It gets you thinking about how happy you were when Tommy was your friend. It reminds you that it did hurt when the two of you drifted apart. And lastly, it reminds you that deep down, you never actually dealt with or got rid of the crush you had on Tommy back then, you just shoved it down because you saw the way he always lit up whenever Carol Perkins was around.

Joey catches you in the hallway and places a hand on your shoulder. You whirl around, glaring up at him. “What? What now, Joey? Christ, can you give me five minutes space?” you explode and you don’t mean to, but he just won’t fucking stop. He always does this. He always insists that he knows what makes you tick. That he knows you so well and he can’t take the simplest of hints when you want to be left alone.

“Babe, c’mon. Look.. I’m sorry about what I said but you’re the one who got defensive.”

“Because you’re accusing me of something I’m not fucking doing! You accused me of shit that’s never once crossed my mind.” you shove him back gently when he steps into your space. He does it again and you throw up your hands. “This, Joey. This is exactly what I meant. You never just back the fuck off.”

You shove through the crowd gathered and in your embarrassment at causing a scene, you storm straight down the hall and into the bathroom, sitting down on the floor with your head on your knees.

“She doesn’t like to be crowded, fucking idiot.” Tommy gazes at Joey with a calm smirk before walking away.

“Hagan! Come back, asshole.” Joey’s had enough.

He’s beyond his limit. One minute everything is fine and suddenly, it’s not. And he blames Tommy Hagan for it solely.

Steve palms his face and reaches out, grabbing Tommy because he saw the way his friends eyes lit up and he knows Tommy’s not the guy who will turn down a fight. This is a problem for him. Steve reaches out and grabs Tommy by the back of his polo shirt. “Oh no you don’t. Leave it alone, man.”

And up the hall, Joey is laughing his ass off. “That’s what I thought, Hagan. Your little pretty boy best friend says jump, you say how high.”

“Harrington, you’ve got five seconds to let me fuckin go.”

“Nope.” Steve answers calmly. “Look, I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I think you need to stay the hell away from Joey, man.”

“He started it. I’m just gonna finish it.”

“No, no you’re not. Listen to me, damn it. You’re going to leave him alone. Alright?”

Tommy glares but he nods.

Deep down though, he has no intention of leaving it alone. Joey’s the one who started this. But Tommy’s made his mind up. He will be the one to finish it.

As he watches Nancy slip out of the hallway with Jonathan, he nudges Steve. “You might want to take care of your own problems.” Steve gives a blank look. Tommy chuckles. “Your precious little Nancy just left with him. Again…”

Steve’s jaw sets and Tommy knows he’s just pushed a button but honestly, he doesn’t care. All he’s trying to do is save his best friend. Open his eyes to the fact that he’s about to get his fucking heart broken. But as usual, Steve won’t hear it. And Tommy gets just a little more frustrated.

– ( that afternoon )

“You had the whole day, c’mon princess.”

“Fuck off, oh my god.” you retort, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. “Don’t you get it? I’m done. I’m sick of this, Joey. I’m sick of the way you bulldoze every single bit of personal space I have. I’m sick of the way you ignore me until it works for you. I’m sick of you walking around thinking you own me, alright? I’m done!” 

“You don’t mean that.”

You rub the bridge of your nose. And you swear under your breath. “I said it.”

“You’re not gonna find anybody else willing to put up with you.” Joey insists calmly. And you laugh. “And I’ll live.” you answer in an equally calm tone. “Get fucked.” you point your finger to the end of the street, “I mean it, go!” your voice raises just slightly. It’s enough that Ms. Mercer down the street glances in your direction, studying you both intently. 

Joey drives away and you take a few shaky breaths.

And as you walk further up the sidewalk and the Hagan’s house comes into sight, you’re the one who finds herself doing it, gazing up at his window. Biting your lip as you stop to stare before you can resist the urge to do it. He’s sitting in the window again, cigarette dangling between his lips with his head resting against the window frame and his eyes squeezed shut. The sunlight forms this hazy halo around him and you bite down on your cheek as you feel your skin heat up just a little. Foot tapping against the siding on the house and the hand he’s not using to smoke with is drumming against his thigh..

You pinch the bridge of your nose as soon as you realize you’re kind of watching him now and it’s kind of pointless to do so. After all, he’s got Carol. He’s happy with her… Right? 

Doesn’t matter what you might've wanted for yourself deep down. You wanted him to be happy and now, ignoring the way you felt and still feel and the bitterness over it sometimes is just easier. 

You make your way inside and you go straight up to your room, letting the door bang shut behind you softly. After tying up the tapestry to flood your room with the hazy glow of an afternoon sun, you fall back across your bed, a hand thrown across your head as you let out several long and deep breaths.

“I didn’t make a mistake. I didn’t.”

But deep down, you’re not too sure about that. And having him suddenly thrust into your sphere of awareness again after having managed to go so long avoiding it, well. It was nothing if not frustrating.

[ashes-writing]

hysteria pt two | stranger things ; t.hagan

tag list babes || rules + fandoms || got a question/hc request? || masterlist post

CHAPTERS ; 

one can be found by clicking.

AUTHORS NOTES;

This is honestly all I have right now. As I said on the post for part one though.. I have.. Plans.. for this fic. I wrote this up now, while it's llingering and burning in my brain. I'm going for a certain vibe with this, hopefully, that comes across. Apologies if Tommy seems ooc or anything but this is my interpretation of him.

You guys honestly do not know how much all your interactions with my writing posts truly mean to me, I mean this from the bottom of my heart bc like.. I post with the only expectation being to get the idea out of my head, so the fact that even one person reads and interacts in any way at all just has me emotional and like.. all happy and I can't word. It means everything to me. thank you all.

-Ashes.

SUMMARY;

-- your boyfriend doesn't like it when Tommy Hagan stares at you.

aka, the fic where you're an old friend/crush/neighbor to Tommy Hagan and life kind of throws you both back together again.

PAIRING;

Tommy Hagan x Next Door Neighbor!Friend/Crush!Fem reader.

WARNINGS;

swearing. tackling / football related violence. mentions of reader's boyfriend grabbing her wrist when she tries to walk away in an argument. possessive/jealous idiot of a current boyfriend. Tommy. Again, Tommy Hagan is his own damn warning, iykyk. Carol's a little jealous. Lots of covert staring and stolen looks.

OTHER STUFF;

As previously stated, the Upside Down and any of it's fuckery / monsters are non existent here. however, the teen drama between Steve/Nancy and Tommy is and will be happening at some point. Nobody dies, no buildings are destroyed, none of that happens.

TAGLIST;

@aurumbelis - ignore if you're not into this one.

@allelitesmut

@aries-arcade

@cole22ann

@hcloangcls

@heyaitsklaudia

@icequeen1371

@krys-orion

@letsbedragonstogether

@musichealsscars

@scoobiessnacks

@suits-and-smirks

@untitledarea

Joey’s arm slips around you and he pulls you into his side like usual as you walk onto campus. Jo spots you and wanders over, your friend Rae beside her and the two of them arguing over whose turn it is to wear the neon pink swimsuit they went in half on during the summer at Tina’s pool party on Saturday night.

Joey tenses suddenly and this prompts you out of your own head. To become a more active participant in the conversation happening all around you. You glance in the direction Joey’s looking in and your brow raises when you see that Joey’s glaring a hole through Tommy Hagan as Tommy leans against the brick wall and smokes a cigarette before class.

You almost ask him what was up with it, but you decide against it. Turns out, you don’t have to ask because Joey’s glaring again and he rolls his eyes, holding up a middle finger at Tommy. 

“What the hell is going on between you two, hm?” you step away from Joey and your hand settles in your hair as you look up at Joey, tapping your foot against the gravel. Joey chuckles. “Gonna have to have another talk with him, looks like.”

“About?”

“Nothin.” Joey shrugs and won’t elaborate. But then he explodes and at some point during it, Jo overhears and butts in. “I keep telling her, Joe. But she insists that he’s not staring into her bedroom window either. Maybe now she’ll believe me.” Jo gives you a look and you glare at her in frustration.

She hates your boyfriend and yet, she hates Tommy Hagan enough that she’s willing to say something to Joey that she knows will start shit and stir the pot. It really annoys you. “Gee, thanks, Josephine.”

“That asshole’s lookin in your window?” Joey’s all puffed up now, he’s not happy about it at all. “And you’re fine with it?  You don’t think maybe this is something I need t’ tell my boyfriend about, darlin?”

“Well, no.. I mean, it’s not like it’s a big deal.” you shrug. You don’t understand why it matters. He’s not even looking at you, more than likely.

“It is.”

“Especially when you parade around with the fucking tapestry pulled back all the time.” Jo insists.

You turn to her and glare again. “You’re not helpin, Jo.”

“Yeah, well. It’s creepy and it needs to stop. Besides, I think it’d be kinda neat.. See that pretty boy toolbag finally get his ass handed to him.” Jo laughs. “It’s what he needs, truth be told. Him and that asshole Harrington and their little pet bitch, Carol.”

“Both of you knock it off right now. Nobody’s saying a goddamn word to him. Are we clear? It’d be different if he were like.. Stalking me. But he’s not. There’s no reason to start a war over any of this.” you rub your temples. “And we’ve been over this, Joey. You don’t own me. You know I hate it when you try to do this territory pissing shit.” 

You storm off, shoving through the crowded hallway and into the bathroom because right now, you’re a little too annoyed at your so-called best friend and your current boyfriend and you just need some space. While you’re in the bathroom, you lean against the wall to calm down.

Carol Perkins wanders in and as usual, she scowls at you.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you ask, glaring at her.

“You are.” she answers as she starts to touch up her makeup and fix her hair in the mirror.

You gape at her. “You don’t know me.”

She puts down her lipstick and grips the edge of the sink. “I know enough about your type. You and Nancy Wheeler. You’re a lot alike.”

You laugh at the comparison. “Me and that priss? How so? I mean.. Last I checked the stick is so far up her ass it’s poking her brain stem. And she’s actually kinda pretty, that’s the sad thing about it.”

And then it hits you and you’re smirking. “Oh, I get it.. I see what this is. You’re jealous. Why you’re jealous of me, I have not one fucking clue. I don’t care either. But if I were you,” you step away from the wall and closer to her as your smirk grows slightly, “I’d watch my back. Cos see… Unlike Nancy, I’m not afraid to knock you on your ass.”

Carol scoffs. Rolls her eyes at you dismissively. “I’ve got better things to do than fight you.”

“Uh-huh.” you laugh, “And here you are, starting shit.. With your usual crap towards me. Tell me how it makes sense, hm?”

You’re obviously not getting any peace or any less annoyed in the girls bathroom, so you leave before she says anything else and you really get angry and make your way to class.

And down the hall, Steve is standing by the athletics sign ups board with Tommy.

“Tell me again why you’re trying out for football, Hagan?” Steve asks, a brow raised as he studies his best friend intently. Tommy chuckles.

“Maybe I think it’ll be fun to get away with knocking people down. Maybe I wanna blow off steam.” Tommy shrugs it off. But he knows exactly why he’s trying out for the team and it’s not because he’s suddenly developed a love for the game, no.. It’s because he overheard the entire heated argument between you and that prick you call a boyfriend, Joey Lewis. And he saw the way Joey tried to grab your wrist when you had enough and you wanted to walk away, get some space before you did that thing you always used to when he knew you as a kid and lost your temper, made a scene. 

Tommy might not speak to you. He might not acknowledge you. But make no mistake. He is painfully aware of you and he always has been. And the protective feelings didn’t just die because he got with Carol and became best friends with Steve Harrington. They simply went dormant.

You’re still very much in his ‘circle’. And when he saw Joey grab your wrist, it lit his already too short fuse.

So now, he’s going to take the easy way to getting his hands on the asshole. He’s going to try out for football and somehow, he will tackle Joey. Just one good time. And it better teach him to keep his hands to himself when it comes to you.

“Okay, alright. So touchy, Hagan.” Steve jokes. Tommy gives him a dirty look and Carol makes her way over, leaning all over him. She’s tense, edgy. Tommy looks down at her and bites his lip as he slips an arm around her. “What’s wrong with you, huh?”

“Another run in with your mousy little neighbor.”

Tommy can’t help it, he might tense up just a little. And he’s torn in two ways, leaning more towards Carol starting it. She’s good at doing that shit.

“Nothing to say, Tommy?” Carol asks, pouting a little as she gazes up at him. And when he smirks and shrugs, she gets that little sinking feeling in her stomach. Because for as long as she can remember, no matter how hard she tries to get him to do it, Tommy won’t say one thing about you, good or bad.

And sometimes he gets a little too edgy when she does it herself.

“Don’t start.” Tommy mutters calmly, giving her a firm look of warning. “Why are you standing over here anyway, huh?” Carol asks, gazing up at him.

“Tell her, Tommy. Tell her what you just signed up for.”

Carol’s gaze fixes on Tommy and he chuckles. “Going out for football, I guess?” shrugging as if it’s nothing and it’s totally not a spur of the moment decision brought on by the fact that he wants one good time to knock Joey Lewis in the dirt and get away with it.

Carol snickers quietly.

Tommy clenches his fist. “What?”

“Football?”

“Yeah. Football.”

“Tommy, why? I mean..” she’s toying with his shirt sleeve, dragging her fingers over the muscles on his bicep as she bats those lashes up at him and licks her lips, “You would look so hot in the uniform but… It’s a Neanderthal sport. Do you really want people to believe you’re an idiot? Are you trying to get your brain knocked out?”

Tommy rolls his eyes and he wants to say something but he keeps quiet.

– ( that afternoon )

You’re lingering by the chain link fence around the football field because you told Joey you’d watch him try out for the team again. Tommy Hagan walks right past, right through the gate and as usual, he barely glances your way. You ignore the pointed look that Jo gives you as he walks past. All day she’s been on this tangent.

It’s really starting to grate your last nerve.

“It’s a free country. Don’t start, Jo.”

The coach gives the nod when he lines up opposite Joey Lewis for a tackle drill.

Tommy smirks and crouches. When the coach blows the whistle again, he’s lunging straight for Joey Lewis. Putting him on his back as he slams his whole body into him as hard as he can, the collision nearly making him bite his own lip when it happens. Joey’s winded, the breath has been knocked out of him entirely. Tommy almost tells him that next time he’ll do more than spear him if he sees him grab your arm the way he did this morning, but instead, he holds out a hand and when Joey goes to grab for it, he yanks it back and laughs. “You’re a big boy, Lewis. Get your own ass off the ground.” Tommy says before walking away, going back to the bleachers.

He catches sight of you over by the chain link fence and for a second or two, he stares. Watches the way the wind blows your hair. The way you’re watching the guys as they line up a second time to do it again. Just as you glance his way, he looks down and pretends to be tying his sneaker.

When he finally looks up again, your car is pulling out of the school parking lot.

He raises a hand and drags it through his hair and Steve wanders in, grinning. High fiving him. “That was a.. That was a pretty hard hit, Hagan. Good one.”

Tommy grins. “Gave it everything I had, Harrington. You ready to blow this shit? Maybe football isn’t for me after all.” Tommy stands and the two of them make their way down the bleachers, over to where they parked their cars that morning.

Carol, as he thought, is nowhere to be found.

It’s really not a surprise to him. It bothers him sometimes but he’d never actually say it. Why rock the boat?

They’re not fighting right now. Things are kind of good.

Maybe it needs to stay that way. Tommy’s already had enough upheaval what with Steve getting into a relationship with Nancy Wheeler and ditching him a lot more lately just to spend time with her. It feels like he’s losing him. The last thing he wants is to lose both of them somehow…

He's already lost you, years ago... He can't lose Steve or Carol too...

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hysteria | stranger things ; t.hagan

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AUTHORS NOTES;

So I got inspired to write your typical classmates/old friends/ neighbors type thing and I just decided to go for it, so here I am. This came together really quick in my head, i mean like... super duper quick. But in execution, I was honestly starting to wonder if I could even come close to pulling it off. I've got plans for this. It's set pre-season 2, so beginning of the school year, just if anyone needs a timeline or anything.

Even if nobody reads or anything, it's out of my head, lol. Also, huuuuge love to @aries-arcade because this kind of came about during one of our talks about Tommy. I love you all so so so much and I appreciate you all putting up with me and my assorted bullshit and I thank you guys so so so much for the encouragement, the likes, the reblogs, all of it. You just don't know how much it really means to me.

-Ashes

SUMMARY;

-- you're just neighbors, right?

Aka, the one where a series of events brings you, the reader, back into the same circle as Tommy Hagan, your neighbor and former childhood best friend.

PAIRING;

Tommy Hagan x Neighbor/Old Friend!Fem reader

WARNINGS;

angst, holy shit. There is going to be angst. Hinted at pining, swearing, probably a fight or three, Tommy. Tommy is his own warning, iykyk. Maaybe eventual filth, definitely underage drinking/smoking and other teenage fuckery.

OTHER STUFF;

As stated in literally every single other reader fic I've done for Stranger Things, the Upside Down + all it's horrors do not exist here. However.. The teen drama between Nancy and Steve + Tommy's involvement, that will still happen. So if you like slice of life, here you go, I suppose. Nobody will be dying, there is no Upside Down and IDK how long this one will span but I'm going to do my best with the crumbs that the Duffers did give us for our boy Tommy.

Reader is female. Beyond that, there are no other physical attributes given.

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“He’s baaack.” your friend Jo turns away from the bedroom window after pulling the tapestry you had pinned back so that it falls in front of your window and totally obscures Tommy Hagan’s view from across the street.

“Jo, leave it alone. He’s not watching me, for the thousandth time.” you don’t even look up from the essay you’re frantically trying to wing out of your ass. Jo isn’t going to leave it alone because of course not. For some reason, your neighbor Tommy Hagan and the fact that he just happens to sit on his windowsill to smoke is a huge bone of contention with her. She flops into the beanbag by your closet. You can feel her staring and you look up.

“What? Just say it, Jo. You’re gonna explode if you don’t.”

“Y’know he’s probably seen you naked.” Jo taunts.

It’s not entirely out of the realm of possibility because you have a tendency to leave the tarot card tapestry over your bedroom window pinned back to let sunlight and fresh air in and sometimes, you forget to close it when you’re going to take a shower at night. What’s laughable is that he’d even want to see you naked.

You were friends when you were little. Close friends. Sharing blankets in kindergarten during naps close. Close in the sense that literally nobody dared look at you or say a mean thing to you because Tommy wouldn’t hesitate to fight. Close in the sense that you always knew when the freckled boy was upset and you’d just sit in his lap and let him hug you while he took several long and shaky, deep breaths just to get himself calm. More than once back in fourth or maybe fifth grade, a rumor went around school that you were his girlfriend. That’s how close you and Tommy Hagan used to be.

Somewhere along the line, you both drifted away. No big deal, it happens.

Then he became popular and he changed himself entirely.

You haven’t spoken to him in years. Your moms are still best friends, so you know everything he’s up to, unfortunately and yes, it does worry you when you hear he’s been in another fight. Or he’s flunking a class you know he’s better at.

“You should tell him to stop. Tell him it’s creepy. Shut it down before he tries to pull a dick move and get in your pants. Because I know your type and he’s it. Literally, to a T. Look at Joey and tell me I'm lying.” Jo speaks up again as she flips through your latest issue of Seventeen.

“But here’s the thing, Jo.. I didn’t ask you what I should do, first of all. Second, he barely even looks at me when we’re in school or if he’s dragged along when our moms hang out cos he can’t get out of it. So everything you just said literally has no basis in reality at all.”

“It’s so creepy though. Do you really want him.. Possessing the knowledge of what your body looks like without clothes on it? And don't even get me started on the way I've caught him lurking at school now and then.. Forget it.. Obviously, you do want him to know that. Just keep going. Keep it up.” Jo rants, throwing her hands up at you in exasperation when all you do is look at her, brow raised and then shrug.

You turn your focus back to your essay. She'll rant til she runs out of steam but she's only doing it out of concern, this is why you don't really try to stop her even though God knows, sometimes you wish she'd just shut the fuck up. You're not some poor little defenseless girl.

“You know he’s not just smoking when he sits in his damn windowsill. You know it and you like it.” Jo smirks as she closes the magazine and looks up at you.

You’d die before admitting it, but maybe.. Maybe you do leave the window open because there’s something comforting in knowing that everything hasn’t changed completely, Tommy Hagan, the boy with the freckles and big brown eyes still lives across the road. He’s still there, at least that hasn’t changed.

Just knowing he’s close is enough. Comforting. Stable and tangible. It keeps you going.

“You’re not protesting.” Jo is smug. All you do is shrug off her accusation.

“I’m gonna tell him to stop being a creep.” she pushes just a little further.

You clench the pen in your hands tighter. “For the last fucking time, Josephine. Leave it alone. If I want to put a stop to it, I will.”

“Finally. We’re getting somewhere. You’re admitting that you like the attention, little Miss innocent.” 

You roll your eyes. “Please… What attention is it giving me, huh? He literally never says anything to me elsewhere. I’m telling you for the last goddamn time, he’s sitting in his windowsill to smoke. Nothing more.” you rub the bridge of your nose and glance over at her. “Can we talk about literally anything else?”

“Fine, alright. But it’s still creepy as hell.” Jo goes quiet. “Are you going to Tina’s pool party this weekend?”

“Mhm.” you answer, drumming your black ink pen against your notebook. You’re half tempted to tell Jo to leave but luckily, she decides to do it on her own. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I told Mom I’d get home so she can use the car for work.”

“See ya.” you smile.

When Jo has left, you slip out of your desk and wander over to your window, pulling the tarot card tapestry out of the way. Pinning it back, just like you prefer it. And as you glance out, you happen to see Tommy Hagan, cigarette dangling between his lips and one leg dangling out of the window as he reclines in the sill and stares up at the sky.

And this time, you’re the one doing the staring. Watching the way his foot taps against the side of the house. The way the moon casts a hazy glow on him. The only problem here is you manage to get yourself caught. Tommy looks up mid-drag, dead at you.

And he stares back until you can’t take another second and there’s so much tension in the air you have to step away from the window in front of you and lean against your bedroom wall to take several ragged breaths.

“I still say she’s wrong. He’s just sitting there to smoke. That was just me, being an idiot and being caught doing it. So what if he looked up?” you mumble to yourself as you wander over to your bed and fall back across it, reaching out to turn on the radio sitting on your nightstand.

And across the street, Tommy’s gaze lingers on your bedroom window. He can hear Def Leppard's Photograph playing on the radio as it floats out on the night air from your open window. He taps his foot against the side of the house and takes a long and slow drag off of the cigarette as he rests the back of his head against the window frame. Normally, this whole thing is one-sided, he’s the one staring out across the street while he smokes the last cigarette of the day.

Today is the first time you’ve even spared him a glance in so long he’s lost track of it at this point. But tomorrow at school, he’s almost willing to bet that things go exactly as they always do, with neither of you even acknowledging the other. And damn it, sometimes this just drives him crazy.

“Tommy! Phone ! It’s Carol.” his mom calls up the stairs to him, cutting through his own current jumble of thoughts.

“Comin, ma.” Tommy answers, pulling himself up off his bed to go down and talk to Carol. Shoving the little six second stare war that just happened out of his head completely.

You’re hot. He won’t deny that. But he has a girlfriend.

And you both drifted apart so long ago that it’s probably too late to change that fact now.

It’s sad, but it’s true.

Maybe it’s just better this way.

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Can we pretty please have more Tommy x hargrove sister??

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Okay, this ask just made my entire life because I had quite a bit more I could've said on the first one that just didn't make the cut and like I-I... Thank you so so so much for sending me this and letting me get it out there!?! This has me smiling so hard -and lowkey tempted to write this as a fic one day ngl - So yeah, I will happily give you this answer, it'll thrill me to.

Another long winded series of rambles / little ideas I had under the cut.

I shied away from discussing Neil too much in the first one, but I feel like I need to say this. At some point, it will come out what's going on in the house and I feel like if Tommy ever saw or heard Neil do anything to little sister, he'd probably attempt to kill the asshole. However, we won't go any further on that note than this... Little sister takes to sneaking out her bedroom window on nights when the fighting is too much to take... Or it's vice versa, if Tommy thinks he hears Neil yelling or Neil and Billy going at it in the background, he'll sneak over because he just has to know she's alright and she's not caught in the crossfire.

the first time she sneaks through his window, she's crying and upset, she's still shaking a little because this is the first time she's ever actually snuck out. Before, she didn't really have anywhere to escape to, she didn't really have anywhere she felt safer to be. I can see him pulling her against him and trying to get her calmed down so he can find out what's going on and when he hears what she has to say, he just kinda puts his forehead against hers and tells her that she's staying with him for the night. Literally, boy doesn't think about it for a single second, it's the first thing that comes to his brain. He finds her one of his shirts to sleep in and she's scared to go to sleep, right? -nightmares, the house is too quiet, etc- so he just kind of... Lays there holding her and telling her stupid or dirty jokes or random stupid stories and stuff until he can feel her breathing level out and she starts to snore quietly. He's got it in his head that he's gonna go find his old sleeping bag and let her have the bed, but she won't let go of him and she's finally asleep and he doesn't want to wake her up, so he kind of just lays there until he can sleep too?

addition to this, when he tells his mom what's going on, she tells him that if little sis -or even Billy, ever need somewhere to go, they're more than welcome to stay. He starts to invite Billy over a lot more too. Given that he and Steve are now friends again, this kind of winds up forcing a reconcile between Billy and Steve. But yeah, if little sister is scared / something is going on at home, the first person she thinks of as safety is Tommy and this just fucking blows his mind -it's pointed out to him by Steve on a day when it's just the two of them driving around or something, btw. Literally all Tommy wants, imo, is to be 'important' to somebody. I feel like he feels like the disposable friend or the fringe friend and idk why I feel that way, I just do? When he realizes that he is important to little sister, he decides real fucking quick that he does not want to lose this feeling, not now, not ever.

His grades go up a lot because they're always together and she makes him actually focus on school instead of putting it off like he tended to. She gives him her notes and they go over the stuff in class, they study together a lot. Which is great because she is the worst at Math and it's one of his better subjects, I feel.

She gets more comfortable with saying no or telling somebody they can go fuck themselves because Tommy really tries to kinda... Help her build herself up. Like, he hates hearing her say anything bad about herself, it bothers him, so he tries to dissuade her from it. And if she's taking on too much, he's fussing over her and telling her that she can't do everything.

They talk to each other about everything, oh my god. And they're nearly always together, kind of reminiscent of Steve/Nancy in s1/some of s2. THEY DO ARGUE THOUGH and it kind of strikes me as the way Noah and Allie fought in the notebook? Like that's the imagery I'm getting when those two argue? So yeah. When they argue, it's passionate but it never really.. lasts. Because Tommy will just use his go to, kissing her until she forgets whatever was upsetting her.

Between Tommy and her older brother, all those backhanded comments and stuff are put to a serious stop at school. Tommy's not afraid to tell whatever girl whose talking about her exactly what her own flaws are, publicly? So.. yeah. She does not have to worry about being picked on or anything at school.

This one is kind of veering on 'dirty' but.. They go in this photo booth at a carnival once and they're being cute and touchyfeely at first and this somehow turns into Tommy winding up with pictures of her throat covered in his marks /bite marks. Which then turns into other slightly dirtier pictures. And he keeps those in his nightstand, his wallet and the more innocent ones of that particular photo session are in his gym locker and his actual locker in the hallway.

Gives her piggyback rides everywhere, holy shit. It's cute, I'm here for it, not gonna lie. Alternately, I feel like he loves it when his SO is shorter/smaller bc it makes him feel like the protective one, the strong one and he eats that up. So anyway, he likes to pick at her about her height if she's shorter and he'll like.. Lift her up when she can't reach something. Or put his chin on her head when he's standing behind her. Ask her how the weather is down there, which is almost always rewarded with a light smack to his chest. The aside from him giving her piggyback rides everywhere is that he also carries her now and then and it's the cutest fucking thing? Like if Steve and some girl, him and little sister are doing a double date at the movie theater and she falls asleep during, he doesn't have the heart to wake her up so he'll just carry her out?

Okay, now I'm thinking if the Upside Down exists and somehow, she gets dragged into all this shit.. I feel like once Tommy figures out Billy's been flayed, he makes it a point to be around her even more because he just doesn't trust her brother's mental state. I feel like he also tries to keep an eye on Billy too, because from what the Henderson kid tells him, this thing that's got one of his best friends can possess you and it'll make you do bad things. Or it'll make you want to. So, yeah. I think he pretty much puts himself in charge of bodyguarding both Hargroves -and Max by extension.

While we're on the subject of Max... I feel like he'd get to know her a little? Like, the kids always around anyway and she's little sister's step sister -and unlike Billy, little sis and Max get along amazing, so Tommy, being concerned because of the shit show with Neil, does get involved with her life and tells her at one point if she needs to leave when you do, he's fine with her coming along when you come over. Leads to the two of them snarking over a lot of movies because they share in common that they like to give commentary. Loud commentary. What's funnier than hell is when you have both of them yelling at some future victim in a slasher film, "What the hell is wrong with you?" when the victim is about to walk right into their death. They were so fucking annoyed with certain parts of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, omg.

Okay, when the time to face Vecna comes, if little sister were ever compromised, hurt or taken by Vecna, just know that this brawny freckled bastard would quite literally, rip a fucking hole in the dimensions to get her back. Because whether or not Billy died, he promised the asshole long ago that he was taking care of her -and Max, and Tommy Hagan doesn't strike me as a guy who breaks promises and not only that, he loves her. With everything that whole brain cell his himbo body possesses, it's hers. So if Vecna even breathed on her, I feel like Tommy's inner 'fight or flight flightless bird' would kick in and before Steve, any of the others or the younger ones could stop him, he'd be finding the nearest flame thrower / any other weapon he can get. Now if Vecna possessed her, he'd probably be the only person who could guess the song to bring her out and if they can't find a tape, he'd sing it to her and like.. Ain't nobody getting near her, either. They're shoved away, glared at, etc because he's determined to be right there, waiting, when she finally wakes up. - an aside, he'd totally do this for carol too, but you asked for Hargrove's baby sister.

I lowkey feel like he /knows/ little sister is the one relatively early into the relationship when it actually starts, so every waking moment is spent on him, planning the future. Cos he's a planner, just normally, it's on the basketball court or how to battle interdimensional beings and keep from dying or how he's gonna get back at somebody somehow or other things, but this.. When he realizes she's it for him, he's got it all figured out by the time he gets ready to yaknow, ask the big question. And I mean EVERYTHING. Every single detail.

an aside, I feel like she goes to a little junior college close to the university he's gotten into and they actually get a little apartment between both their campuses and just kinda.. Start living together and it's just peaceful, little sister can finally breathe again and be herself and she's not worrying about her father or the fighting or the drinking or anything else. I feel like if Billy lives, he gets the fuck out of town after graduation for him BUT.. he stays kind of close so that if little sister -and by now, Max, need him, he's there. I also feel like if little sister and Tommy don't go to the same area for college, tommy makes it known around the dorms that if little sister shows up or calls and he's not told about it the second it happens, he's gonna kick somebody's head in. But in my heart of hearts, they wind up going to school close together and sharing an apartment cos it's sweet and I just need happy endings like air.