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Mullet Wearing Asshole - chapter 1 - billy h. x fem!oc.

𓉸ྀི We are gathered here today...to celebrate the beginning of MWA. 𓉸ྀི

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cw: not great capitalization...sorry, loves.

a/n: hi my loves!! sorry it took a few days to post, writing block has been hitting me like a fucking train recently. anywho, this chapter was hard for me to decide what I wanted to start with, but I like how it turned out!!

of course, if you have any questions or suggestions leave em in the comments or my ask box!

song for this chapter: (i know its teccccchnicallllyyy '85....shut your pie hole.)

-- ౨ৎ 006/june -- october 23, 1984 c

౨ৎ -- ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ꜰʟᴀꜱʜ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ, my heart pounds in my chest at the god awful, familiar room. the ugly cream walls drenched in thick blood as I stand on wobbly feet, dr. ellis lay with her neck stretched in an inhumane manner. i shriek, and suddenly my eyes shoot open as i blink the horrible dream or rather flashback away, I'm met with the comfortable yellow walls, damaged roof, and my bed. I'm home.

I curl over the side of the bed, I let out a shaky sigh of relief as i see eleven sleeping peacefully in the bunk under mine, the warm hue of the sun illuminating her face enough to see the outline of her short curls and nose bridge. the bed groans under me as my back presses down to the mattress again. i count back from 10 in my head, hopper always claimed it calmed him down to count backward when he was stressed, but maybe taking mental health advice from an alcoholic wasn't super wise.

Once regulated back to my normal breathing, i assumed id probably wouldn't be able to sleep the extra 20 minutes before my alarm. my feet connect with the old wooden ladder as i take the steps one at a time. once on the floor i double-check that eleven is truly there and safe. rubbing my puffy eyes, i reach over for my walkman on the dresser, sliding the headphones on as i walk out of the room. "Just Another Day" plays quietly through the plastic.

Hopper fell asleep on the recliner again, i snort out a quiet laugh as i walk on the tops of my toes, avoiding the squeaky floor as i make it to the cupboard, grabbing a glass to fill it with the water from the sink, placing it on the cluttered tv tray next to Hoppers extended legs, i grab the remote and turn off the static tv screen.

the bathroom door creaked shut behind me as i lazily closed it with a swift wave of my hand. my eyes meeting my own as i glanced in the dirty mirror, i turned the cold water on, splashing the liquid on my sleepy face. i shuddered at the temperature, if the nightmare hadn't woken me up enough, that always did the trick. i reached for the concealer tube, swiping the makeup over the "006" embedded in my wrist. once the blue numbers were faint enough i patted some power onto it. Nancy taught me all about concealers and blushes last year, she was always sweet to me, which i appreciated greatly.

i looked up again, seeing the sunken circles under my eyes, i slid the concealer applicator over them, and a few red marks on my cheek. Eventually, once i was happy enough with the poorly blended makeup. i hummed quietly to the end vocals of the song as i left the bedroom, i slid back into El and i's room, she was already up which didn't surprise me much.

"hey sleepyhead," i said smiling softly in her direction as i slid the headphones off my ears, letting them rest in the crooks of my neck.

"hi," she yawned, he feet swung over the side of her bed. "why are you up early?"

i was quiet for a moment, deciding against telling her about the nightmare. not wanting to worry her. "no reason" i shrugged as i dug in the dresser.

i could practically feel the unamused look she was had. "nightmares?" she asked bluntly, even though we weren't blood sisters, she sure did know me like i was.

i sighed, sliding off my pj shorts and sliding on light-washed jeans. "no, silly. just woke up early because I went to bed early."

"you lie."

god she really has been having a horrible attitude from not being able to go outside, i understood it, but for her safety she needed to be safe within the shack.

"el-"

"no! you lie. friends- sisters don't lie.''

i had heard that line more times than i could count in the past year. sometimes she made it difficult not to side with hopper, mike was truly a pain in the rear end. "eleven, sometimes what i say is true!"

she huffed in response as he got up to walk out, before stopping at the door. "if you see mi-"

"eleven." i said in a soft warning, every day without fail she'd beg and plead for me to tell mike that she was fine and alive. poor girl, i truly did feel bad, i wanted her to experience the normalities of life that thankfully i was able too after everything. but i couldn't go against what Hopper thought was best.

she mumbled something incoherently before slamming the door shut with her mind, i heard Hopper groan and groggily yell something. sometimes i wonder if i'd really be that bad off still in the lab.

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"jesus, june." nancy whined as she ran her thumbs under my eyes.

"that rhymed." i said grinning.

i glanced up at the pitiful smile on the girls face. "did you even try to blend this out?" she sighed, her warm thumb pads patting on my pale skin.

"hey, leave the girl alone, i heard unblended makeup is so in right now!" steve said with a chuckle before being elbowed in the side by jonathan.

"sarcasm?" i asked nancy in a small voice, drawing my eyes away from steve.

"sarcasm."

"can you guys please shut up, for like 5 seconds?" Jonathan said in a grumpy tone as he hung another picture. each time i had to remind myself about hyperbole when people spoke like that, i had hoped to get use to it soon and not need to think about it every time.

steve slid around the table to look at the freshly developed picture, squinting from the red lights throughout the room. "is that-"

nancy saw it the same moment i did. "steve-"

"oh my god it is! that is billy! why do you even need pictures of that jerk?? he doesnt even look good on camera!" steve rambled out his complaints as his eyes darted around the multiple pictures. nancy moved to stand next to Jonathan as i stood behind steve trying to look over his shoulder to see what the fuss was about.

the three of them continued to quip comments back and forth. in the short time i had known steve it was really evident how fragile his ego was. poor guy. i wasn't interested in the bickering, i took the opportunity to look at the pictures.

the boy in them was the new kid, he was a grade older than me, but the same grade as steve, nance, and Jonathan. i ran my eyes down the pictures, one of them was the guy standing near what i guessed was his locker, surrounded by tommy h. and carol. yikes, i know those use to be steves friends.

another one was of him playing basketball, his pretty hair wet with sweat, a cocky smirk on his face as he eyed down his competition, like a hawk hunting prey. wowza. a funny feeling in my heart freaked me out a bit, it was racing like it did when i had a horrible nightmare, but i didn't feel scared? ignoring it, my eyes moved to another one, my slightly open jaw shut tightly with a frown, he had that same smirk, but this one was...different. he was talking to one of the cheerleaders. a strange feeling had me wanting to be that cheerleader, or rather just have him look at me like that.

i was quickly thrown off from gawking at the pictures as i felt steves hand on my elbow, spinning me around to face him. i already missed those pictures. "wha-"

"no. no! Absolutely not!" steve scolded like i was a puppy in trouble. i was confused.

"what did i do wrong?" i asked, genuinely worried i did something.

steve gave that same dang pitty expression as he softened up. "dont go near him, okay? you see him and you b-line the other way."

i looked over to nancy and jonathan with a confused look before bringing my attention back to steve.

"why not?" i asked with a slight tilt to my head.

"because...i-" steve huffed, pinching his nose bridge before bringing his hands to my shoulders. "i know his type. he's a bad person. he will hurt you, june."

my eyes doubled in size. "does he work for papa?"

jonathan must have been fed up with this conversation as he took over moving -- or rather shoving steve to the side. "he doesn't work for papa. but he's damn near close to seeming like it. he will...use you, you're fresh meat to people like him. You're innocent and they want to use that!"

i thought they were being rather dramatic. "You're acting like he'll even notice me! i blend in well!" i said, defending myself.

"yeah well, blending isn't necessarily...your best ability," Jonathan said gently, nancy scoffed quietly. my brows furrowed down.

"in short, he's a mullet-wearing asshole. simply ignore him and stay away! i- no we don't want you or him near each other, like, at all!" Jonathan said, awkwardly patting my shoulder.

before i could retort, the loud bell rang through the room, nancy and steve exchanged a few words before jonathan grabbed my elbow to lead me out of the room and walk me to class.

the phrase repeated over, and over, and over in my mind. "mullet wearing asshole". i had so many questions and was so curious. but i would have time to think about all that as i shoved the picture of billy and the cheerleader deeper in my pocket.

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Mullet Wearing Asshole - chapter 2 - billy h. x fem!oc.

𓉸ྀི We are gathered here today...to apologize for not uploading for over a month......yikes. 𓉸ྀི

MWA master list!

a/n - sooo.... it's been a minute huh...IMSOSORRY. we're going to completely ignore that it took me over 3 FUCKING MONTHS to make chapter 2, I've been going through some big-ass bullshite. anywho, I've risen from my coffin to type this quick thing up. also, I'm going to do Halloween dividers no matter how far we are from October because in the story it's halloweenie time!! love yall.

of course, if you have any questions or suggestions leave em in the comments or my ask box!

song for this chapter: an actually time-accurate song for once, lmao

-- ౨ৎ 006/june -- october 27, 1984 --

౨ৎ -- ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴋ ꜱɪɴᴋꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ʙᴇʟʟᴏᴡ, the pen feels like it puppeteers my fingers as they trace the curve of his lips. every once in a while i look over to the slightly crumpled picture i had...borrowed from jonathon a few days ago as a reference for his proportions. i excuse my actions by convincing myself that i'm doing nothing wrong! i'm just drawing the boy.

but a new dilemma arose as i searched the small desk, where in the world did my markers go? i huff, annoyance growing but the soft, distinct voice of Papa fills my head 'What do we do when we feel angry, or annoyed, six?' i mumbled the response that had become home on my tongue from the years of repeating it -- "deep breaths."

hopper might know, i doubt eleven would. i stood up, chair creaking on the old floor as it got pushed, i opened the door walking out into the kitchen where hopper sat, reading the newspaper. "hopper?" my voice came out soft.

His attention snapped to me, his stern face softening slightly. I noticed he always did that when looking or talking to eleven and me. "Yeah, kid?" His voice was husky; it was a lot different from Papa's soft...scary one.

"do you know where my markers went by chance?"

i could see the look on his face morph into one i couldn't really identify. he folded the paper in his hands, placed it on the table and readjusted his posture. "yeah...yeah kid. i uh...gave it to the byers kid."

My stomach churned uncomfortably. I couldn't fathom him taking my things to give them to someone else, even if it was Will. my thumb rests over the slightly bulged and scarred circular flesh on my palm, even when fire wasn't torching out of them, they were always warm. which i started to find comfort in when deep breaths didn't do the job.

hopper must’ve seen my change in attitude, he quickly got to talking. "will got sick again, she couldn't run to work to buy some. she..." he sighs. "just asked if i had some, and you know how much the kids been through, so i didn't think giving him a few of your markers would hurt."

my thumb presses deeper.

"cmon, kid...talk to me, remember? Communication?" he tried to coax words out of me, and i wanted nothing more than to give him a piece of my mind but last time i did that, a chair at the table was quick to ash.

Now, my dull nail was digging into the ridge of the scar. I took a deep breath before speaking. "I need new markers, " I mumbled, and Hopper nodded.

"okay, yeah. we can do that, you wanna put on a jacket and meet me in the car?"

i shook my head.

"whaddya mean no?" hopper sighed for the trillionth time, sometimes i wonder if he's just constantly out of breath, i heard fat people get out of breath easy.

"i want to go by myself."

hopper immediately shut it down, giving me a list longer than the phone book on why i cant go. but my feet were already carrying me to the loopy hooks in the wall that held my jacket, i heard him stand and blabber some more but i was already out.

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Gosh, maybe i should've went with Hopper, the cold nips at my cheeks uncomfortably. Thankfully, the store was in sight, ironically its the store Joyce works at.

I pulled the rather heavy door open, stepping into the comfy warmth embracing me. I exhaled gently, making my way to the 'CRAFTS AND PET' section. A smile tugged at my lips as I was met with the cheap box of markers, but this time, they had a new brand, which piqued my interest. I was fine with the slightly dried-out Crayola 8-pack, but this one had 11!

As i was lost in the peculiar names of the colors, i didn't notice being practically plunged into the shelf in front of me...until, of course, my face made contact with the metal.

i yelped, boxes falling to the floor as my hands went to try and catch myself, but i didn't have to...

Large hands hooked my shoulder and arm, as i was about to turn and give the culprit a piece of my fire, my heart sunk to my toes. You have got to be kidding me! Billy Hargrove HIMSELF stood before me, a floppy, apologetic smile on his face, i didn't even hear his words until his hand was waving in my face, pulling me out of my pure shock.

"Shit, honey, you good?"

Am I awake?

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Mullet Wearing Asshole - chapter 1 - billy h. x fem!oc.

𓉸ྀི We are gathered here today...to celebrate the beginning of MWA. 𓉸ྀི

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MWA master list

cw: not great capitalization...sorry, loves.

a/n: hi my loves!! sorry it took a few days to post, writing block has been hitting me like a fucking train recently. anywho, this chapter was hard for me to decide what I wanted to start with, but I like how it turned out!!

of course, if you have any questions or suggestions leave em in the comments or my ask box!

song for this chapter: (i know its teccccchnicallllyyy '85....shut your pie hole.)

-- ౨ৎ 006/june -- october 23, 1984 c

౨ৎ -- ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ꜰʟᴀꜱʜ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ, my heart pounds in my chest at the god awful, familiar room. the ugly cream walls drenched in thick blood as I stand on wobbly feet, dr. ellis lay with her neck stretched in an inhumane manner. i shriek, and suddenly my eyes shoot open as i blink the horrible dream or rather flashback away, I'm met with the comfortable yellow walls, damaged roof, and my bed. I'm home.

I curl over the side of the bed, I let out a shaky sigh of relief as i see eleven sleeping peacefully in the bunk under mine, the warm hue of the sun illuminating her face enough to see the outline of her short curls and nose bridge. the bed groans under me as my back presses down to the mattress again. i count back from 10 in my head, hopper always claimed it calmed him down to count backward when he was stressed, but maybe taking mental health advice from an alcoholic wasn't super wise.

Once regulated back to my normal breathing, i assumed id probably wouldn't be able to sleep the extra 20 minutes before my alarm. my feet connect with the old wooden ladder as i take the steps one at a time. once on the floor i double-check that eleven is truly there and safe. rubbing my puffy eyes, i reach over for my walkman on the dresser, sliding the headphones on as i walk out of the room. "Just Another Day" plays quietly through the plastic.

Hopper fell asleep on the recliner again, i snort out a quiet laugh as i walk on the tops of my toes, avoiding the squeaky floor as i make it to the cupboard, grabbing a glass to fill it with the water from the sink, placing it on the cluttered tv tray next to Hoppers extended legs, i grab the remote and turn off the static tv screen.

the bathroom door creaked shut behind me as i lazily closed it with a swift wave of my hand. my eyes meeting my own as i glanced in the dirty mirror, i turned the cold water on, splashing the liquid on my sleepy face. i shuddered at the temperature, if the nightmare hadn't woken me up enough, that always did the trick. i reached for the concealer tube, swiping the makeup over the "006" embedded in my wrist. once the blue numbers were faint enough i patted some power onto it. Nancy taught me all about concealers and blushes last year, she was always sweet to me, which i appreciated greatly.

i looked up again, seeing the sunken circles under my eyes, i slid the concealer applicator over them, and a few red marks on my cheek. Eventually, once i was happy enough with the poorly blended makeup. i hummed quietly to the end vocals of the song as i left the bedroom, i slid back into El and i's room, she was already up which didn't surprise me much.

"hey sleepyhead," i said smiling softly in her direction as i slid the headphones off my ears, letting them rest in the crooks of my neck.

"hi," she yawned, he feet swung over the side of her bed. "why are you up early?"

i was quiet for a moment, deciding against telling her about the nightmare. not wanting to worry her. "no reason" i shrugged as i dug in the dresser.

i could practically feel the unamused look she was had. "nightmares?" she asked bluntly, even though we weren't blood sisters, she sure did know me like i was.

i sighed, sliding off my pj shorts and sliding on light-washed jeans. "no, silly. just woke up early because I went to bed early."

"you lie."

god she really has been having a horrible attitude from not being able to go outside, i understood it, but for her safety she needed to be safe within the shack.

"el-"

"no! you lie. friends- sisters don't lie.''

i had heard that line more times than i could count in the past year. sometimes she made it difficult not to side with hopper, mike was truly a pain in the rear end. "eleven, sometimes what i say is true!"

she huffed in response as he got up to walk out, before stopping at the door. "if you see mi-"

"eleven." i said in a soft warning, every day without fail she'd beg and plead for me to tell mike that she was fine and alive. poor girl, i truly did feel bad, i wanted her to experience the normalities of life that thankfully i was able too after everything. but i couldn't go against what Hopper thought was best.

she mumbled something incoherently before slamming the door shut with her mind, i heard Hopper groan and groggily yell something. sometimes i wonder if i'd really be that bad off still in the lab.

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"jesus, june." nancy whined as she ran her thumbs under my eyes.

"that rhymed." i said grinning.

i glanced up at the pitiful smile on the girls face. "did you even try to blend this out?" she sighed, her warm thumb pads patting on my pale skin.

"hey, leave the girl alone, i heard unblended makeup is so in right now!" steve said with a chuckle before being elbowed in the side by jonathan.

"sarcasm?" i asked nancy in a small voice, drawing my eyes away from steve.

"sarcasm."

"can you guys please shut up, for like 5 seconds?" Jonathan said in a grumpy tone as he hung another picture. each time i had to remind myself about hyperbole when people spoke like that, i had hoped to get use to it soon and not need to think about it every time.

steve slid around the table to look at the freshly developed picture, squinting from the red lights throughout the room. "is that-"

nancy saw it the same moment i did. "steve-"

"oh my god it is! that is billy! why do you even need pictures of that jerk?? he doesnt even look good on camera!" steve rambled out his complaints as his eyes darted around the multiple pictures. nancy moved to stand next to Jonathan as i stood behind steve trying to look over his shoulder to see what the fuss was about.

the three of them continued to quip comments back and forth. in the short time i had known steve it was really evident how fragile his ego was. poor guy. i wasn't interested in the bickering, i took the opportunity to look at the pictures.

the boy in them was the new kid, he was a grade older than me, but the same grade as steve, nance, and Jonathan. i ran my eyes down the pictures, one of them was the guy standing near what i guessed was his locker, surrounded by tommy h. and carol. yikes, i know those use to be steves friends.

another one was of him playing basketball, his pretty hair wet with sweat, a cocky smirk on his face as he eyed down his competition, like a hawk hunting prey. wowza. a funny feeling in my heart freaked me out a bit, it was racing like it did when i had a horrible nightmare, but i didn't feel scared? ignoring it, my eyes moved to another one, my slightly open jaw shut tightly with a frown, he had that same smirk, but this one was...different. he was talking to one of the cheerleaders. a strange feeling had me wanting to be that cheerleader, or rather just have him look at me like that.

i was quickly thrown off from gawking at the pictures as i felt steves hand on my elbow, spinning me around to face him. i already missed those pictures. "wha-"

"no. no! Absolutely not!" steve scolded like i was a puppy in trouble. i was confused.

"what did i do wrong?" i asked, genuinely worried i did something.

steve gave that same dang pitty expression as he softened up. "dont go near him, okay? you see him and you b-line the other way."

i looked over to nancy and jonathan with a confused look before bringing my attention back to steve.

"why not?" i asked with a slight tilt to my head.

"because...i-" steve huffed, pinching his nose bridge before bringing his hands to my shoulders. "i know his type. he's a bad person. he will hurt you, june."

my eyes doubled in size. "does he work for papa?"

jonathan must have been fed up with this conversation as he took over moving -- or rather shoving steve to the side. "he doesn't work for papa. but he's damn near close to seeming like it. he will...use you, you're fresh meat to people like him. You're innocent and they want to use that!"

i thought they were being rather dramatic. "You're acting like he'll even notice me! i blend in well!" i said, defending myself.

"yeah well, blending isn't necessarily...your best ability," Jonathan said gently, nancy scoffed quietly. my brows furrowed down.

"in short, he's a mullet-wearing asshole. simply ignore him and stay away! i- no we don't want you or him near each other, like, at all!" Jonathan said, awkwardly patting my shoulder.

before i could retort, the loud bell rang through the room, nancy and steve exchanged a few words before jonathan grabbed my elbow to lead me out of the room and walk me to class.

the phrase repeated over, and over, and over in my mind. "mullet wearing asshole". i had so many questions and was so curious. but i would have time to think about all that as i shoved the picture of billy and the cheerleader deeper in my pocket.

thank you for reading! reblogs are greatly appreciated!! do NOT repost my work.

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Mullet wearing asshole

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↳- 𓉸ྀི Here lies the book chapters 𓉸ྀི-༉‧₊˚✧

↳˗ˏˋ intro ˊˎ˗

↳˗ˏˋ chapter 1. ˊˎ˗

↳˗ˏˋ chapter 2

↳˗ˏˋ chater 3...looks like the coffin's empty ☹. ˊˎ˗

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Mullet Wearing Asshole - Intro - Billy Hargrove fanfiction.

hi, my loves.

We are gathered today to mourn my sanity, as I begin my first fanfic! (that has seen the light of day.)

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chapter 1!!

Prologue of sorts - Adjusting to teenage life after being a lab rat, groomed into being a mere governmental weapon, is difficult, to say the least. Especially since the world 006 and 011 had sworn to seal off, along with who they sent into it, and it started cracking into reality as we know it. If that isn't enough, another certain attention deterrent shows up, one big Mullet Wearing Asshole.

! TRIGGER WARNINGS ! - adult themes including but not limited to smut (warnings will be put before chapters including The Devil's Tango), detailed descriptions of alcohol and drug use, and detailed descriptions of physical and mental abuse from parent and government figures. tldr; don't read this if you don't like stranger things, bad haircuts, sex, and spelling mistakes.

Mood Boards -

006/June hopper. - (s1 and before, only for flashbacks or past scenes.) The character face claim is Katie Holmes!

(s2, since that's where this story will take off from.)

Billy Hargrove - (s2)

this story will NOT replace elevens very important role! I'm not trying to replace any characters or exchange dialogue with my own OC. i maaaaayyyyyy do it once or twice only when absolutely needed. (i dunno bout yall, but i HATE that so, so much. one of my. biggest fic peeves.) i want to be creative with this, not lazy.

if you have any questions or suggestions, feel free to ask either in my inbox or in comments! and with that, look out for the first chapter some time soon.

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