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Lovely Charming - Eddie Munson

Summary: You've never talked to Eddie Munson until this day, where he's being very annoying and loud with his friends. But then he decides to act like the chaotic douche he is sometimes | Fluff, kissing, mentions of blood and wounds

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You’re sitting with Robin, Nancy, Steve and Jonathan on your class break at school. You’re having a conversation about prom and senior year, or at least trying because the guy at the table next to yours won’t stop babbling about something you have no idea.

You’ve seen him a few times before but actually never cared to pay attention. He was a very exotic rocker guy, who likes to wear a lot of rings on his fingers, weird t-shirts and owns a very messy hair.

The dude, who you just learned is called Eddie Munson, is very loud and it annoys you how he keeps talking and doesn’t let anyone else speak.

As you get up from your chair, you march towards him, who’s sitting at his table, gesturing while talking. You get closer to him, and he looks at you like you’re disturbing a very important topic to him. His friends move their heads to look at you.

It’s not like no one knows you, especially because you’re the school reporter, along with Nancy and Robin, and usually go after people to talk about stuff.

You try to keep your eyes focused on him, giving you’re having his friends’ attention and it makes you nervous.

“Can you please speak a little lower? We’re trying to have a conversation over there and you’re too loud”, you ask, trying to be polite. Of course it didn’t sound polite to him. He opens his mouth in disbelief with a grin on his face.

“And you are?”, he asked. It was like he didn’t care to agree with your request. Someone whispers him your name and he stands on his feet at the table. If you thought he was being loud, you couldn’t have imagined it going south.

“Okay. Listen, everyone. We’ve received orders from the Miss Congeniality over here. We can’t speak during our break”, he shouted. You expected yourself to bury your face with your hands, or look down at your shoes. His friends are laughing with him.

This is obviously humiliation for you, but you know guys like him only tend to be rude to get the attention they need. You keep your gaze at him as he sats down at the table.

“Sorry, darling. No can do. If you’re bothered this much, just go talk somewhere”, he gives you a smirk. The other guys look at you, still laughing.

Before you leave their table, you shake your head and give him a freezing cold look.

“You’re such a dickhead”, you snap at him and he keeps looking at you like it doesn’t affect him.

“I’ve been told that before”, he responds as you turn around and go back to your table.

When you sit back, your friends are all despising Munson with an annoyed look on their faces. They’re not really fond of him either, but they know Dustin and the other boys liked to play Dungeons & Dragons with him sometimes.

“This guy was always an asshole”, Steve said as he shook his head. He was the one who disliked Eddie the most, he always thought the dude was too extra when he was around other people. And he usually likes to make jokes about the basketball team, because as he says: “it’s nonsense to play at school��.

He obviously prefers to play guitar and listen to music with his friends when he’s not doing anything. He goes around driving his van all the time and does nothing.

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You still had to do an article that day about the basketball team, and you had to interview one of the players and the captain. You’ve had your humiliation of the day but it seemed like that wasn’t enough.

You were re-reading everything you had to ask them, while Robin was preparing the camera. The fact about being the school reporter is that you have to ignore the feeling of disgust when you don’t like someone, or even, when you’re not treated well when it comes to Billy Hargrove.

He was every girl’s dreamy guy in Hawkins, every place he would go people would stop to look at him. He looks like he came out straight of a magazine cover and he makes sure of that too. But he doesn’t get to you like that. Not that he isn’t handsome, he just isn’t your type.

More so, he seems to try really hard to make every other girl who isn’t interested become in love with him. It was just really annoying.

There were a few people sitting on the bench while you were getting ready to speak to him.

It was going to be just a few questions about the future of the team, what they look forward for the future personally and stuff like that. Sometimes it was just too boring to talk about sports but you had a compromise with the principal, sadly. It would help you with your credits to go to college anyway.

“It’s just gonna take a few minutes”, you smile at Billy as you stand in front of him, holding out your mic. He looked bored already, he was sweaty and didn’t have a shirt on. ‘Classic, of course he wants to show up like that for school TV’.

“Just make this quick”. Your head screams 'fucking douchebag’. Christ, this is very annoying. “I don’t have all the time in the world for that crap”.

As you start asking questions, Hargrove decides he doesn’t want to be the one to look interested at that and starts giving really short answers.

Until he started to get annoyed, making sure to show you and Robin he’s not at it. “Are you done with that?”, he asks. You barely have time to say it’s just one more question and he snaps at you.

“Look, you really wanna do this? Go fucking find someone else”. This is expected, of course. You still thank him for his time because you’re polite. But he’s not.

“Yeah, whatever, brat”, he said as he leaves. Ok, he didn’t need to say that.

“Look, you don’t need to be such a jerk just because you don’t like it. I’m trying to get credits for college. Either way, you being an asshole doesn’t give you the same possibility”. You said it as faster as your brain could formulate your response and you regret it immediately.

When he turns his back at you, you realize he doesn’t care you’re a girl. He could beat the fuck out of you right there in front of everyone at the gymnasium. “What the fuck did you just say?”. He looked beyond mad, Robin was trying to pull you away from him but you had other plans.

“I asked you a question. What. The Fuck. Did you. Just Say?”, he got closer to you, intimidating you. He was taller and stronger. His blue eyes extremely red now with anger.

Shit, he smells good. His hair looks good. His jaw is incredibly sharp. But nothing overrules the fact he’s a jerk.

“Hey!”, you heard a loud scream across the gymnasium. “Hey, Hargrove”. Your eyes travel around the place until you meet the person’s voice and it hits you. Eddie was walking towards you and Billy, who’s still holding a death gaze at you.

“What, Munson?”, he asks, still looking at you. “What the fuck do you want?”. Billy is already making a fist, getting himself ready to punch a face (hopefully not yours).

“You never heard of manners, have you?”, Eddie asks when he gets closer. Both of them now looking at each other. “Jesus, look at you. You think of yourself as some Renaissance art”.

You were still there watching as both men threaten each other.

Hargrove lets out a sarcastic scoff. “And what are you, besides a creep anyway?”, he dropped a punch at Eddie’s cheek and you gasp loud. “What, think you came to the school to save the fucking word?”.

They were hitting and punching each other, while a few guys from the team tried to separate them. You just kept watching them kill themselves with Robin on your shoulder.

Billy dropped Eddie on the floor and the guys tried to pin him down so he would stop, but he didn’t. They were holding his arms behind his back, while he was spitting at Munson’s face, who was laughing at him.

“You realize this is just showing people who you really are. I’m impressed you still get girls in your bed”. The other man laughed sarcastically, trying to let go of himself.

“At least I fuck as many girls as I can, how about you virgin Mary?”. They were both trying to kill themselves, while the students try to get Billy off of him before the teachers hear it.

As soon as they get both of them apart, you watch the rocker guy look at you. He made it look like it’s your fault, but you realized he only did it to defend you. He was trying to show Billy what good manners were but he couldn’t even talk to him, he never listens.

He’s always about to snap, always ready to get in a fight, always ready to punch someone. You told Robin to give back the stuff you used for the interview and decided to confront Eddie.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”, you said as he was getting back up, while two guys helped him. “You do know this dude is a troublemaker”.

“I don’t know about you, but from where I come, it means being a man of value. This asshole was treating you like you were garbage”, he responded. His face was dripping blood and his nose looked like it was broken.

“For someone who made a hell of a show earlier, you do look like a guy who knows how to treat a woman”, you said sarcastically, crossing your arms in your chest. He looked at you with a small grin, cleaning his face with his own shirt.

You put your anger aside and grabs his forearm, leading him out of the gymnasium, heading to the nurse office so he could get patched up.

As soon as the nurse stitched his nose and his chin, she made sure he takes some painkillers and takes care of his wounds. You watch her leave the room and stand there next to the door, still staring at him, who was looking distracted while tying his sneakers.

“Thank you for doing that. Even though I still think you didn’t have to”, you say as he turns around. Munson looks amused, actually. He didn’t expect you to thank him, mainly because of the way he treated you earlier. But it’s the way he is. He’s chaotic, funny and weird at the same time.

“Well, if I hadn’t, that guy with a small dick would’ve created a war”. You laughed at the way he mentioned Billy, even thinking you weren’t supposed to. “But you’re welcome anyway, miss congeniality”.

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Words spread too quickly during the week after Hargrove and Eddie kicked each other’s ass the other day. Both of them looked pretty beaten, but Munson was obviously looking more wounded.

No wonder, Billy was always beating people up, it didn’t matter the reason, if he got annoyed he would do it. He did it to Steve once or twice even.

After leaving the nurse office you didn’t talk to Eddie anymore, but it’s not like you befriended him anyway. Still, at some point he would look at you during the class breaks, or at any event at school, even when you were walking around the mall. Sometimes you would hear him talking to his friends, loud as fuck as always and it still annoyed you.

It was Dustin’s birthday and he had invited the whole crew, even Munson and his friends so they could play Dungeon & Dragons while you and the others played beer pong.

You were at the backyard in his house, the music was blasting and you and Nancy were trying not to get too drunk as you were the ones who didn’t like to drink that much. By the end of the night it wouldn’t matter anyway.

Nancy was talking about Jonathan and her past relationship with Steve when Eddie went downstairs to grab another beer. He was wearing a t-shirt with a very exotic design, with the words “Hellfire Club” on it, a black jeans with a belt barely hanging on.

Somehow it caught your attention but you made sure he didn’t see it. Because you were still mad at what he did to you.

You didn’t want to blame your zodiac (which was scorpio), but people tend to say scorpio people were very vengeful and you had something fun in mind for him. You got past Eddie and “accidentally” dropped the rest of your beer on his shirt.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Munson!”, you made it look like it was realistic but your face said otherwise. “Oh no, it ruined your shirt”.

He looked down at his clothes and scoffed. “Really, (Y/N)? How old are you, like twelve?”, he asked as he tried to rub a hand towel on it. You opened your mouth as you tried to retort but he cut you off. “I know this wasn’t an accident”.

“What? I’m getting tipsy from all the drinking, Eddie. It’s not my fault I can’t hold a beer”, you say as you try to avoid eye contact with him. “Besides, you deserve it anyway”.

He gives you a chuckle as he decided to take his shirt off and throw it at the chair. He was close to the fridge and rested his torso there. “You know what? I was propably going to apologize for being a dick the other day. Now I don’t want to anymore”.

“And who said I’d accept it anyway? Did you see what you did? I asked you politely to speak lower and you made the whole school look at me because you can’t keep your mouth shut”, you snap at him.

He still holds a smirk on his lips. The way they look red and puffy steals your attention.

“Yeah, well. I like to use this amazing mouth of mine. Some people really dig it”, he responded while grabbing a bottle of beer and opening it with his teeth.

Now he was doing everything on purpose. He was just standing there displaying his abs, his nipples perfectly shaped.

“I feel really sorry for them. You should definitely keep it shut for everyone’s sake”. You watch as he chugs the entire bottle at once, still staring at you, and starts getting too close. You hit your lower back on the sink as you tried to back out.

As he stands inches apart from you, you can already feel the heat from his body and his beer breath hits you like a trainwreck. What the real fuck is happening? This sudden tension makes your head whip.

Munson trails your eyes and leaves his empty bottle at the sink as he uses both hands to trap you.

“Next time someone is towering you like Hargrove did, I’m gonna let them”, Eddie says, his lips almost touching yours.

“I didn’t ask for your help, Munson”, you whisper. You start getting dizzy over the closeness and it makes you feel like you’re losing your mind.

“Good, 'cause I won’t help you”, he gripped your chin with one hand and clicked his tongue. He turns on his back and grabs another bottle, making his way upstairs again. He just left you there feeling lightheaded.

You hold yourself on the sink and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding for too long. Your legs are shaking and your palms are sweating, your heart is beating faster and it feels like it’s gonna rip your chest out. 'Damn you, Eddie Munson’.

“Hey, you’re coming back or what?”, Steve asks as he shows up holding a few empty bottles of beer. You were still on cloud nine and didn’t know how the fuck you got there so fast.

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It was almost 2 am and you were playing truth or dare with the older ones. The kids were playing some videogames after being too bored to play D & D. Eddie’s friends have left and Dustin made sure you all invited him to stay with you, since he was older as well.

You couldn’t protest, because as a sweetheart as Jonathan is, he tried to convince you all to give the guy a chance. You did, but very reluctantly.

You actually didn’t want to play that stupid game but you were all still happy because of the alcohol and the music was still playing.

It was your time to take your shirt off and you only did it because you were wearing a bra underneath it. You wanted to curse Steve for being a pervert. Because he could’ve chosen anything for you to do and yet that was his only idea.

“Oh, come on now. Don’t be such a prude”, Munson says playfully as you throw your shirt at him.

“Fuck you, Eddie”, you snap. As you sit back on the floor, he starts to stare at your bare chest. The way your necklace swings in your skin, the way your chest gets up and down when you breathe.

The bottle pointed at him this time and Nancy looked at you very slightly, which you didn’t even notice. You told her what happened in the kitchen earlier, and she knew you and him weren’t just being rivals for nothing. It was obviously more than that.

He chose dare as well. And then she asked him to stay in his van for five minutes with you so he could apologize and you could work things out. Classic, you thought.

“No. No fucking way. I’m not staying inside his van for five minutes with him”, you protest, shaking your head. Everyone boos you and Eddie laughs out loud.

“Oh, come on. It’s clean, it smells like lavender. I don’t have any bones or shit like that”, he said, pouting at you. “I promise I won’t even talk”, he was being sarcastic.

They all looked at you like it was a very important decision for you to make and it annoys you. It gives you anxiety because you know he’s not going to leave you alone. He lives for the jokes.

“We’re just playing, come on (Y/N). Just enjoy the night”, Jonathan said. Fuck you and your cute eyes, Byers. You get on your feet and put your clothes on, hearing them complain about it and you shush them.

You follow Eddie as he makes his way to the van, jiggling the keys on his index finger and he disarms the vehicle. He opens the back door and gives you space to get in and he gets in next.

Steve is right behind, getting the keys. He sets the timer and goes back inside the house.

It’s extremely uncomfortable to be quiet but you’d rather stay like that rather than hear him talk. He sits on the car and rests his arms on his knees. You just stay still, standing on your feet as you wait for time to pass. But it never does. Five minutes feels like an eternity there.

“I’m sorry I was an ass”, he said suddenly. You looked at him through the dim light from the car and he stares at you. “It’s not an excuse, but it’s how I am. Sometimes I just try to be this annoying funny guy”.

“Yeah, well. You could’ve humiliated me to your friends, to say the least. Not to the entire fucking school to see”, you proclaim.

“First off, that’s a school, not a fucking library. And second of all, I said I was an ass”, he sounded annoyed. But it’s not like you could blame him.

“You just really do that only to get ten minutes of attention, don’t you?”. He rolls your eyes at your statement, getting on his feet. “You think you’re so cool you need to stand on a fucking table so everyone gets a glance”.

He starts to get closer to you but this time he doesn’t have his shirt off. “I already said I was sorry. I admit I was an ass. You want me to apologize to you in front of everyone? I’ll do it”. He has a mixture of smells. He smells like cologne, cigarrette and beer.

“But don’t forget I was there to scold that scumbag when he was about to snap at you”. He confronted you, you could barely see his eyes because the light was too low.

“Oh, you want a Nobel Prize for that? I’m sorry, I don’t have one with me”, you respond. You’re in between being too proud to accept his apologies and trying to hold in your sexual tension.

Munson had his both hands on his hips as he forces himself to not punch you in the face. He bites his lips and breaths in and out several times.

“What? You don’t want to talk now? You said you didn’t care about what people thought”, you said sarcastically and Eddie scoffed. “The king from the Hellfire Club got his tongue stuck in his mouth”, you teased, it was you who was getting closer to him now. Only to set fuel to the fire.

“If you mock me like that one more time I’ll make sure your life is gonna be a living hell during every class break”, he whispered.

He was almost brushing his lips on yours, his breath striking your skin. Munson held your chin with his caloused fingers from playing too much guitar and aimed on your ear.

“And if you ever get yourself in trouble with Hargrove, I already swore I won’t be there to defend you”, he breathed into you. Your skin shivered as he cupped your cheeks with one of his hands. The other one was resting on your waist.

“I think we should set boundaries here, Eddie. You’re too close”, you pointed out under your breath and he smirked, still staring at you.

“You’re gonna say you don’t like that?”. Well, you would never say that.

“I actually hate it”. You flush your eyelashes and he starts to rub his thumb on your lips and down your neck.

“I think you’re a terrible liar”, he replied. “Will you forgive me or not?”

“I’ll have to think about that”, you try to get yourself together before looking at him with a grin on your face, teasing him again.

“You should think about it carefully”, he offers as he rests his forehead against yours. His right hand is still holding your chin.

You feel his warmth against yours, his hair smells like shampoo and you can’t get rid of the need to feel his growing beard against your skin.

“How much time do we still have?”, you hear yourself asking and he stares at his watch.

“I have no idea anymore. Why?”, even before he waits for your answer, you capture his lips with yours with a tender kiss, not wasting your time and explore his mouth with your tongue.

He tastes like cigarette and beer and you found yourself almost moaning when you touched his tongue. His grip on your face tightened as he was getting a fistful of your hair almost pulling it.

He hummed against your mouth and it felt like your legs were about to melt down. He trapped you between his body and the van and your body started to burn under his touch. You were holding his neck and could feel his skin shivering from your touch.

Eddie was feeling his breath shorten after a while and broke the kiss only to bring some oxygen to his lungs. He didn’t wait too long and started to nib your lower lip, pulling it between his teeth and you mumbled softly under his touch.

Munson trailed his hands through your body and grabbed your ass, pulling you even closer to him. You were both panting between the kiss and it started to get hotter inside the vehicle.

Everything was too overwhelming and he realized he needed to stop before the bulge inside his pants started to show up. He unwillingly parted your lips and gasped for air.

You were both still resting on each other’s forehead and completely forgot you were playing truth or dare. You were supposed to stay there for five minutes but it has probably been way more than that.

“I’m really sorry I was a dickhead. I’m not trying to be a show-off in any way”, he said as he rubbed his thumb around your cheek while cupping your face.

You didn’t have time to respond as you hear a knock on the van’s door. “Hey, are you guys still alive or you just killed each other?”, Robin asked. You and Munsun broke out of your bubble and fixed yourselves before opening it.

“We were just making amends”, he said. You could see a smirk on the side of his mouth as he dropped from the vehicle and helped you out.

“No shit, Munson. Your dick is almost showing off”, Steve pointed out laughing as soon as he reached the door.

He looked down at himself only to realize he really had a crying bulge over there and it wasn’t like nothing happened. The others laughed and Eddie tried to hide it, he didn’t even want to look at you.

“What the hell even happened back there?”, Robin asked as she intertwined her arm around yours, a smolder look on her face.

For the rest of the night you couldn’t face him, it was easy before because you were annoyed by him. You were still trying to face the fact you were getting attracted to him, even though you’ve had a lot of beer.

But now, it feels like you can’t deal with his presence. It was hard for him as well, especially because he got hard in front of you and everyone noticed. Your friends tried to make sure it was just fun and that happened to every guy.

Sometimes when you crossed eyes, you’d see he had a different look at you. You’d see Eddie giving you this soft stare and sometimes he would even get shy by your gaze. Because even though you were trying to digest the situation, you couldn’t deny how good looking and charming he was.

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the-lark-ascending69 · 27 days

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How would Nancy and Steve protect Robin from homophobic attacks?

I love this question. I love the idea of Steve and Nancy being kind of her... "protectors" in a way? The way she cried out their names and they both rushed to help her when the vines caught her... something in my cold heart melted. She's their lil soft bby lesbian, they must protecc (particularly love this in omegaverse AUs in which they're both alphas and Robin is an omega... ik it's not everyone's cup of tea but I adore it). I love the idea of Robin having two soulmates who recognize the danger she's in and how everyone will come after them if They Know so they promise to themselves (!! or each other!!) that they'll keep her safe.

Specifically, I'm thinking of a scenario in which Nancy and Steve kinda don't like each other. Maybe there are still hard feelings after their breakup, and they kinda give each other the side-eye, feeling uncomfortable when they need to share a space or when they're alone in a room without everyone else there making plans and stuff.

But every now and then, they find Robin being cornered at school, her head low, trying to make herself invisible and small as boys taller than her make horrible comments about frigid little dyke needing to see what she's missing, and Steve and Nancy don't even think. They walk up to where she is and push the boys away, eyes dark and voice severe, warning them to never come near her again if they know what's good for them. Boys often reply with something along the lines of "careful, Harrington, seems like your dyke girlfriend's got a hard on for Wheeler here", but they leave nevertheless. Robin remains silent, hugging herself, and mumbles a quiet "can you take me home?" or "can I stay over tonight?" She doesn't like being alone when these things happen, and she's reached a level of trust with Steve and Nancy in which she's comfortable seeking comfort from them, so she'll end up having dinner with both of them (because neither of them want to leave her, even if it means enduring each other's company). Steve will cook something while Nancy sets the table, hesitantly rubs her back and asks if she's okay, and then they'll watch a movie - Robin nestled between the two of them, playing with Steve's fingers or with the sleeves of Nancy's cardigan - touch and hand-holding has always been one of her love languages, especially when it comes to fear and comfort. Whether she falls asleep on Steve or Nancy's shoulder depends on the night, but regardless of it, Steve will carry her to bed and Nancy will tuck her in. They have this little routine, in that way. Nancy will lovingly observe her, kneeling before her bed, and very softly she'll tuck a strand of hair behind her ear while she sleeps. And Steve will stand nearby, arms crossed, watching both of them, a question in his expression, and heartbreak in Nancy's. They share a look - they can't let her face this alone. They can't let her get hurt. The entire world will be after her, and she needs them. Both of them. Because predatory jokes and insinuations are not her biggest problem - Jason Carver had given her a black eye a few months back because he saw her having a chat with his girlfriend (he attacked her in the way you'd attack a man, not a woman), and Billy Hargrove had made his intentions clear with her when she made the mistake of going with Steve to a party, and he saw her, and licked his lips, and he'd grabbed her by the back of her neck and told her he could help her with her problem. Robin's dark, self-deprecating jokes nowadays always hinted at something somber in her future - "okay, but don't cry when they find me dead in a ditch" or "Steve and I share the whole 'possibly becoming moms agaist our will' curse", and it always makes Steve and Nancy uncomfortable.

They might not get along nowadays, but they both adore Robin with their entire hearts. If it meant Nancy had to start keeping a gun in her glovebox, or that Steve had to make sure to never take his eyes off her at social gatherings, they'd do it. If it meant spending time together just to be with her, so she'll always remember she's not alone, they'll do it. Anything for her.

Safe to say that they always drive her to and from school and work, especially at night. Nancy has started cycling again just so she can be with Robin when she misses her bike. She always sits with her during lunch, and glares at anyone who dares to look at her. Rumors spread, of course, but people are much more afraid of Nancy than they are of Robin, and they rarely dare to do much more than whisper. Steve makes sure people see her with him whenever possible, as a reminder that she has people looking out for her and others should think twice before messing with her. Robin almost feels like a child, and she hates that she needs her friends to do this for her, but she's also so deeply thankful to have them. Truly, she loves them. She loves them both so much. She doesn't know how she's even going to make it up to them.

For now, she enjoys curling up in the Wheeler's basement couch with a blanket around her shoulders, a mug of hot chocolate in her hands, watching Steve and Nancy fight over which movie to watch. It's familiar. It's warm and safe and so full of love.

#ronance #stobin #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #my posts #homophobia #homophobia cw #harrassment cw

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thevestigeofvanillaan · 1 year

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Watch Me.

billy hargrove x female reader Part 1.

content: underage drinking, mentions of cheating, mentions of rape and death, told as a story!, a lot of 'past-self degradation'.

i wasn't going to make this anything like the way it is? and i wasn't going to make it a 'series' but i figured otherwise it would be really long trashy thing lol.

I had to replay this story in my mind over and over again. And the story I am about to tell you is the one about the horrible, idiotic little sin of mine called cheating. It's stupid, don't do it.

Hi, I'm Y/n. I go to Hawkins High, I'm on the cheerleading team, I'm popular, I'm.. or was dating Mike Lewinski. I had no fucking clue what was wrong with me or why this kid peaked my interest. But here's a little how it all went down, okay? You're going to be me in this instance.

—♡—

So here's little old you, watching some random guy with a cigarette laying limp out the right corner of his lips, unlit. His shirt is slung over his shoulder rather than being worn. He was standing with some man before the man he'd been standing with starts yelling at him, entering the passenger side of a car and slamming the door before the car leaves.

What was wrong with this guy? You'd think to yourself as you watch the guy you'd originally had your eyes on finally light the cigarette, taking a drag. You'd figured he was just some dude who wasn't from here. It was a small place, Hawkins, so having never seen him before meant that he must be visiting.

You quickly realize the next day that he is not just visiting when you see him exit the blue Camaro that loudly parked near the red vehicle you'd been leaning against with your friends.

"Who is that?" Carol asked with a smirk on her face. You were confused, especially when you saw that little red head leave the car almost angrily. And when you noticed that his license plate said California on it.

"I have no idea," Tina begins before she looks me in the eyes, then back at the boy "But would you check out that ass? Look at it go." She'd giggle.

You were more than just confused, you were invested now. Hadn't had an idea who this was but you knew he was new to the small town, from California, he was being yelled at and left by some old man on the side of the road. Oh, and he smokes cigarettes. Real important information, huh.

You'd soon find out that the anonymous boy is called Billy, Billy Hargrove. Though you found out that his name was actually William when your Chemistry teacher was calling attendance.

Now you were more confused. Why did people call him Billy? Where did that even come from if his name is William.. He'd peaked your interest to say the least. He was constantly on your mind.

Then your air quotes boyfriend (who was really just your friend who you've known since you were three because of your parents) slung an arm around your shoulders, "Hey." He'd smirk down at you and walk with you as you made your way to your locker.

"Steve?" You'd begin and he'd hum. "Do you know that new Billy kid? Who is that?"

You figured "King Steve" would know who that is, right? He knew everyone.

"I don't know anything about him, his name is on the basketball team sign up sheet. Other than that, no." Steve would explain when Nancy walked over and he got distracted by his real girlfriend.

Soon you found Mike Lewinski, who was your real boyfriend. You'd ask him the same question to which he'd answer something along the lines of "No clue but he picked a fight with this random kid earlier for talking about a girl named Maxine or something."

You'd ponder on who Maxine could be, probably his girlfriend. That's what you'd assume, but it made no sense. You didn't know her, she didn't go here. So how would other people know, and be talking about her.

Nothing about him made sense. Nothing. Your life at school had been so normal for so long, and suddenly this random guy steps foot into your school and you're invested in who the fuck he is. It's got you going crazy.

You'd be at home doing your makeup, getting ready for the damn party Tina was hosting for Halloween night and all you could think about was that stupid pretty little boy called Billy.

Your boyfriend came and picked you up and you got there in your stupid little slutty cat outfit and danced with Nancy and Steve and your little boyfriend. And guess who was there? Billy.

He'd finally left your mind for just a little bit when you'd been drinking and having fun. Of course you see that stupid pretty face of his when you're with Steve and Nance, drinking, what else would you see?

"Looks like we've got a new Keg King Harrington!" "Yeah, beat it Harrington." Two drunk morons would say on either side of Billy as he'd get in Steve's face.

Oh that was just great, he was an alcoholic too. Keg King? Are you fucking kidding me right now? He just got to this school today, how the fuck did he even get an invitation to this damn party.

You were livid, you pulled Nancy by her arm and refilled both of your cups before bringing her to dance.

Later that night Steve would spill a drink on her then the night would be ruined for them blah blah. They broke up. That was the end of that little love story.

You'd see Johnathan who was one of the very few people who weren't drunk at this stupid party that your idiotic self decided to go to and told him to bring Nancy home.

They left and now you were pretty lonely and hadn't known where your boyfriend was. For all you knew he could've been blowing some girl upstairs right then.

You were so tired, so drunk, and so fucking stupid when your drunk ass bumped into that mother fucker Billy. You were done.

"Why are you everywhere I go? Who are you?" You'd say, slurring over your words and lightly tapping his sticky, sweaty, stiff bare chest.

"Billy." He'd smirk at you and you'd grimace.

"Billy, I have a boyfriend. You're cute but I don't think cheating is my thing." You'd laugh like an old drunk idiot and fall into him.

You were so drunk. So fucking stupid. Because ten minutes later you were being carried bridal style into your home by pretty boy Billy. Of course! Who else would? Your boyfriend? No.

He'd sit you down on your bed sitting in your bed room that you instructed him on where was. You were lucky your parents weren't home, because they'd kill you for finding you that drunk, nevermind with some half naked boy you just met.

He'd slip off your shoes and take off your dirty, slutty skirt, leaving you clad in your underwear and black tank top. You were so ignorantly drunk.

"Hey," You'd start. And now I wish that you never would've opened your stupid mouth because the next thing that came out of it was "Stay with me."

What are you doing? You don't even know this dude! He could rape you, or kill you, or tell your boyfriend that he slept with you in your bed.

But come to think of it, if he'd hadn't raped or killed you yet, I don't think he would have just because you asked him to stay the night.

"Curfew, sweetheart. I can't." Which thank the lord because I today am grateful he said that.. it's been years.

You'd meekly thank him the next time you'd see him at school which was only the next day, closer to the afternoon when you had Chemistry with him. You were glad he never told anyone about what happened, because things get around quick.

"What happened last night? You went home early?" Mike would ask when he found you at your locker, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Felt sick, someone brought me home, can't remember who though." You'd smile and close your locker and head out of the school.

You lied, but you didn't care. You focused more on picking up your shit for cheer practice and making it back to the school to prepare for the game that would be happening next week.

#vanillaan #stranger things #billy hargrove #stranger things smut #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove smut

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sourstiless · 2 years

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media literacy is dead.

like i am all for giving steve more background. i’d absolutely love if the duffers stopped being afraid of doing anything outside of the box with his character, like exploring his trauma or going into detail about his home life, but my god. him having a mysterious background doesn’t mean his character lacks substance. and the fact that y’all think that his only character trait is being in a love triangle just proves to be you’ve made no effort to actually watch the show or his character at all💀

like are y’all forgetting the reason he character became so popular is because of his development lmfaoooo his character is actually so interesting because the way his story develops is not at all what you’d expect from the show. he goes from being a stereotypical jock who only cares about himself, and how he’s perceived by others, to someone who would quite literally die for kids he’s come to love like family. while his development isn’t often what moves the plot forward, that does not equate to lacking substance. steve could have easily ended up the way billy hargrove did, but he didn’t because he actively chose to improve himself because he wanted to be better. he didn’t do it for nancy, because if he had, he would have dropped the act after he found out about her and jonathan.

steve’s growth is personal. it’s not necessarily for the main plot, but simply for the character himself. his character is about discovering who you are, and finding out that all the things you’re told as a child that are important, aren’t, and how mundane they feel to worry about when you get into the real world. how stupid you feel when you look back on who you were before because everything you now seems so obvious to you. like are you forgetting the entire scene in the russian base with him and robin where he literally admits that everything is just bullshit, and that the things he thought were worthy or concern weren’t all the important in the end ???

like one of the comments was mocking how he “so damaged” for his dad being mad he didn’t make it into college, but canonically we see the affect that has on him. he feels like he doesn’t have a future, and that he’s going to be stuck working a minimum wage job for the rest of his life. and you don’t need to be told in bold capital letters that yeah, in fact, not getting into college and feeling like you don’t have a future IS damaging. seeing people your age have their life figured out but you don’t makes you feel like you’re behind in life, that you’re never going to catch up, and just because steve doesn’t have a neon sign floating about his head telling you that, you can most definitely infer it from the context clues in that entire season. making educated and informed inferences about a character from context given in said piece of media, doesn’t make it “weird” or something that only exists in fanon. show don’t tell is often used in writing to keep the reader or the watcher engaged and thinking. and this storyline that steve was going through is something that is incredibly relatable to a lot of people, but especially younger people. not know what you want to do and feeling like you don’t have a future. it’s not tied to his love life, it’s just something that so many people go through at that age. it’s a very grounding experience, and makes him feel that much more real. please use your critical thinking skills.

and while i would love for them to address the whole “being tortured by russians” thing and the “being choked and mauled to death by demobats” thing, substance doesn’t equal traumatizing backstory. if that’s what your definition of substance is, you have a very surface level understanding of writing. not every character has to have a sob story to be a good, fleshed out character.

#this does not mean i support what they did with steve’s character in s4 #but please use your braincells #more trauma does not equal better story telling #writing and consuming media that deal with trauma can be intriguing #but there’s more to good writing than traumatizing your characters or your audience #that doesn’t mean that good writing can’t be about trauma #just that good writing isn’t JUST about trauma #it can be about a multitude of things #as long as you know what you’re doing #and honestly sometimes when you don’t know what you’re doing #giving your character a traumatic backstory does not guarantee a well written character i guess my point is #steve harrington #stranger things #i speak too much

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edith-moonshadow · 2 years

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I’m Never Gonna Fuck You

So I’ve seen Joe Keery wearing the shirt in this post a lot but I’d never seen what the shirt said so when I did last night my mind went here. Basically what if Steve wore that shirt to fuck with Billy 💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♀️

Warnings: Slightly Sad Steve, Biting, Marking, Dirty Talk, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Possessive Billy, Billy Being Billy, Top Billy, Bottom Steve

It was comfortable. The shade of blue looked really good on him. Nobody ever got close enough to read what it said. These were the excuses he used to justify wearing the t-shirt so much. It wasn’t that he wanted to send a message. That he’d bought it after a particularly gruelling basketball practice where Hargrove had been breathing down his neck. He wouldn’t give him an inch, plastered so close that it was making Steve’s shirt stick to his chest. His fingers would dance over his hips as he growled in his ear.

Steve would try his best to concentrate on the game, the feeling of the ball hitting against his fingertips and the coach shouting out commands. It was difficult with the twist he could feel in the pit of his stomach. Everything else would fade until he could only hear his heart beating like a little trapped bird in his chest and Hargrove’s filthy words. If it was anyone else he could brush it off as a diversionary tactic, they wanted the ball and the best way was to distract him so they could take it. Other members of the team would be competitive enough that he could see them deploying this technique. Hargrove was different.

From he’d arrived he’d made it very clear what his intentions towards Steve were both on and off the court. On his first day at Hawkins high, he had cornered Steve at his locker with a smirk on his lips and fire in his eyes. Steve had been confused at first thought that Tommy had sent him over to fuck with him so he’d pushed past him with a scowl on his face. However, he soon learned that this had nothing to do with anyone else it was all Hargrove. Every chance he got he’d corner Steve, his voice dropping to a growl, that familiar fire and his body a well-built obstacle. He was such an asshole but he was a persistent asshole and he hated to admit it but he was starting to break him down.

He knew exactly what he wanted, he told him every time he saw him but things had only just gone south with Nancy and Steve couldn’t imagine being with anyone right now. His heart needed a little time to heal. Not that Hargrove wanted love, his interest was more of the carnal variety and Steve was only human. Having someone want him was a heady feeling especially after having his heart shattered into a million pieces but he didn’t want something fleeting, he wanted something meaningful. He wasn’t going to get that with Hargrove so he continued to ignore him as best he could.

His mom had dragged him shopping the Saturday after the practice where he could feel his resolve dangerously close to crumbling. How he had pushed back a little, how his eyes had lingered in the showers and Hargrove had noticed. His fingers went from dancing on his hips to gripping them so tight it left bruises as he positioned him where he wanted him, where Steve could feel how much he enjoyed him pushing back. In the showers, he’d soaped his hands and let them run slowly over his body as he watched Steve carefully. He’d felt like the steam was burning the inside of his lungs as he quickly retreated.

A new shop had opened in Hawkins, they sold clothes for teenagers. Steve had ducked inside while his mom was walking around her favourite boutique, the only place she could get decent cashmere outside of New York. He didn’t see much that he was interested in until he’d seen the shirt. It had looked innocent enough at first and he’d been attracted by its colour. Then he’d moved closer and realised that it had tiny pink letters. I’m never gonna fuck you. His mind straight away thought about Hargrove and how he’d react. He bought it without a second thought.

He wore it the following Monday. He had nervously headed down the stairs for breakfast convinced that his mom was going to object.

“Is that new Darling?”

“Yeah, I got it on Saturday, in that new shop.”

She looked at it carefully for a moment.

“That’s a beautiful shade of blue on you.”

It was late spring in Hawkins so all he needed was a light jacket for outside but when he arrived at school he could put that away in his locker. He took a deep breath. If a teacher complained he could just wear the jacket inside even though it would be a little uncomfortable with the heat. He had just closed his locker when he felt hot breath on the back of his neck. He tried his best to suppress a shiver as his heart hammered in his chest. He sighed deeply. No, he wasn’t going to let Hargrove get to him anymore. He could find his entertainment elsewhere. He turned towards him. Hargrove was as usual wearing a tight top that showed off his broad chest, he was so close that he could smell his musky cologne and the fire in his eyes. His face seemed to light up as Steve’s eyes met his.

“Morning, Princess.”

Steve scowled at him and his eyes did their usual tour of his body. A smirk appeared on his lips as he read his shirt.

“Is that a challenge?”

Steve squared his shoulders.

“No, it’s a message.”

Hargrove licked over his teeth and Steve swallowed thickly. He placed one hand on the locker beside Steve’s head boxing him in even further as he brought his other hand up. He ran his finger over the words. He was so close that Steve could smell the nicotine on his breath, he wondered if he tasted like cigarettes. Would his kiss give you the same buzz? Be as addictive?

“We’ll see Sweetheart.”

The bell rang making Steve jump and Hargrove laughed as he ran his hand down his chest and onto his stomach. He leaned in so close that he was convinced that he was going to kiss him before he detoured towards his ear.

“See you at practice..”

Steve bit his tongue to prevent the whimper he could feel building in his throat from escaping. Hargrove’s fingers lingered on him before he moved back and sauntered down the hall. Steve was late to his first class as he tried desperately to compose himself.

Over the next few weeks, the shirt slowly became his favourite. He washed it so much that it became slightly loose and soft. His mom was confused why he loved it so much. He justified it to her and himself as it was comfortable and he loved the colour. It didn’t have anything to do with Hargrove and the way his eyes lit up when he saw it or how it made him touch Steve more.

Basketball had become an endurance test. Who would crack first? He feared it would always be him. Afterwards, he would run it back through his mind, gooseflesh breaking out across his skin as he thought about the way Hargrove gripped him like he didn’t want to let go. How the things he said made Steve’s heart beat faster and his stomach flip like he was on a rollercoaster.

Several months after Nancy had broken his heart things seemed to slowly go back to normal. It still hurt a little to see her and Jonathan in the halls at school but they always wanted to include him. He had lost a lot of friends when he chose to be a better person for her so he appreciated them not cutting him out too. It didn’t mean it hadn’t been awkward at first even though they were subdued around him. They never even held hands.

Then a girl from his English class called Betty Rose had invited him to a party at her house that weekend. Betty was a tall thin girl with big green eyes and a sweet face. He had known her since elementary school but they never run in the same circles. He had noticed over the past few weeks that his fall from grace had made him seem more approachable. It was like he’d fallen from a thorny, hard throne into the crowd who had once looked upon him with awe. That fall had hurt, it had been difficult but he realised that down here with everyone else was warmer. Everyone else in turn had started to get to know the real him and they liked what they saw. He would take that over being king any day.

He saw Nancy and Jonathan at lunch, they were sitting close together until they saw him then they moved a respectable distance apart. He wanted so desperately to tell them to stop treating him so delicately. He was fine.

“I got invited to a party this weekend. Wanna go?”

Nancy smiled softly at him.

“Whose party?”

“Betty Rose.”

Jonathan looked a little confused for a moment before Nancy nodded.

“Why not?”

Steve smiled back. He hadn’t been to a party outside of the ones his parents threw for their businesses in what felt like an eternity. He was looking forward to just having a few drinks and getting to enjoy himself for once.

That Saturday night he was freshly showered, his hair styled staring at his outfit choices. He finally decided on the perfect jeans but he couldn’t decide if he should wear a shirt or a t-shirt, he wanted to make a good impression but not look like he was trying too hard. He went back to his dresser to find something better suited when he saw the familiar shade of blue. He pulled it out the freshly laundered smell enveloped his senses. He ran his fingers over the well-worn fabric. He had worn it a lot so it would seem like he hadn’t made an effort and he knew it looked good on him. He pulled it on and stood in front of his mirror. It went well with his jeans. He opened them and tucked the t-shirt in before he rebuttoned them. Yes, this was the look, effortless and it looked good. He pushed away that annoying little voice in the back of his mind that wondered if Hargrove would be there.

They arrived at the party a little early but soon there were plenty of other people there and the music was so loud you could feel it in your bones. Nancy and Jonathan were still keeping their distance from one another and he felt a little awkward. However, Steve had been at so many parties over the years that it was easy to fall into old habits. He loosened himself up with a few drinks to bolster his confidence then he danced with anyone who was near him. Other people at the party were happy to welcome him in and for a moment it felt like nothing had changed in his life. He let all his worries bleed away and got lost in the music and the sway of the people around him.

He was so engrossed that it took him a moment to realise that someone was behind him. The feeling of strong fingers gripping his hips tight and pulling him back onto a familiar body made his skin tingle as he struggled to breathe for a moment. Hot breath on his ear.

“Having fun Princess?”

He swallowed.

“I was.”

Hargrove pulled him closer against him, his fingers tightening.

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, I’m sure I can keep you entertained.”

Time became a blur as they seemed to play out a slower more intimate dance of their interactions on the basketball court until Steve felt as though he were going out of his mind. The alcohol had blunted his inhibitions and the closer Hargrove got the more he could feel himself giving in. Did it matter if he only wanted one thing? Did he expect any more at this point? He knew deep down that he wanted someone who would care about him, love him but he didn’t need to go from heartbreak to love. He could have a stepping stone in between and maybe this was it.

He leaned his body back fully against Hargrove’s solid body behind him just letting himself be held up by him. It brought his face closer to Steve’s, his stubbled cheek rubbing against his smooth skin until he felt the ghost of soft lips.

“Need something Sweetheart?”

Steve ran his fingers fleetingly over Hargrove’s on his hip feeling them tighten.

“Want to go somewhere more private?”

Hargrove slid one of his hands up under his shirt so he could run his too hot fingers over the bottom of his stomach making the muscle twitch. Steve took a deep breath then moved away from him. He walked towards the stairs feeling him at his back the whole way as he ascended them. It took a few tries but eventually, they found an empty room at the back of the house.

It was cold and could only really fit a small bed, a dim little lamp but the second they were both inside Steve found himself pinned onto the bed. He was pulled into a more desperate kiss than he was expecting from the usually so unshakeable Billy Hargrove but he thought it was probably the alcohol he could taste that was fuelling it. He was kissed until he felt lightheaded then those same soft lips worked their way down his throat. A sharp pain followed by his tongue made him feel like he was on fire.

He felt his fingers dancing under his shirt running over his skin and he waited with bated breath for it to be pulled out of the way so that he could introduce his teeth to the sensitive skin of his chest. He began to feel giddy when it was being pushed up so that Hargrove could get at the skin of his stomach. The trail of stinging bites towards his hips made his breath catch in his throat. He was confused when he felt him undoing his jeans but all thoughts melted away with his teeth in his hip. Before he knew it the only thing he still had on was his shirt and Hargrove was sucking a bruise into his thigh.

“H-Hargrove…”

“Billy.”

Steve whimpered as he sunk his teeth even further into his sensitive flesh the pleasure flooding in as his tongue licked over the indents. Steve bit his lip to try and prevent him from embarrassing himself. Billy licked over his skin as he moved closer before Steve moaned at the feeling of his hot wet tongue licking at him.

“Billy…”

He felt Billy smile against him before he pushed his tongue into his fluttering body and Steve shuddered at the strange but pleasurable sensation. The juxtaposition between the satiny softness of his tongue and the bite of his stubble. He could feel his thoughts becoming heavy and thick like syrup as he got lost in the sensations when he felt Billy pressing his hard slippery finger in alongside his tongue. His body seized up until it slowly relaxed around it and he pushed it in further. Soon Billy had pressed in a second and Steve was slowly adjusting to the stretch when he felt him crook them. Pleasure shot through his limbs so abruptly that it stole his breath for a moment.

“There huh Princess…fuck you feel so good…”

Billy continued to torture him for what felt like an eternity. It felt so good that it was turning his mind to mush, his body kept locking uptight the sensations bringing him to the precipice of the ultimate pleasure but then Billy would pull back keeping him on the edge.

“Billy please…”

“What do you need Baby?”

“I want to come please…”

“I can do that but I have one question and one condition…”

“Anything…”

Billy moved back over to his thigh licking back over the marks, his breath making the indents tingle.

“The only way I’m going to let you come is on my cock…”

That strange swooping sensation in his lower stomach as he thought about what that would feel like.

“And I want to know did you wear that to challenge me?”

Steve tried to think through the syrup of his mind. Was what a challenge?

“I don’t…”

Billy pulled away from him causing him to cry out before he slid back up Steve’s body pulling him into a passionate kiss before he pulled back to look him in the eye.

“Your little message, it can’t be a coincidence that it’s become your favourite shirt these past few weeks.”

He fixed Steve’s shirt then ran his finger over the lettering and Steve felt like his heart was going to explode. Had he worn it as a challenge? If he was honest he had thought about it from time to time, how Billy would react, how he became more focussed when he wore the shirt and how Steve revelled in it. He licked his lips gratified to see Billy follow the movement with his intense eyes.

“Do you accept the challenge?”

A smirk spread across Billy’s lips.

“So you concede?”

Steve bit his lip. He nodded. Billy licked over his teeth before he pulled him into another kiss.

“Ok, Princess I’m gonna need to you on all fours.”

“Why?”

“Trust me, Sweetheart.”

Billy moved back then manhandled Steve onto his front and up onto his knees. He could feel his limbs shaking but once he felt Billy move up behind him he moaned at the feeling of his strong body behind him. He knew that he wouldn’t let him fall. He whimpered when he felt Billy pressing his hard cock into him. His body resisted for a moment before finally, it slipped inside. He felt Billy’s fingers tighten on his hips as he set a steady rhythm and soon he was lost once more to the pleasure. As he felt the pleasure building he hoped that Billy wouldn’t hold back this time that he would finally let him come. He felt his lips dancing over the skin of his throat before his teeth sunk in once more and Steve started to pant through how overwhelmed he felt.

His mind was foggy once more Billy’s teeth in his skin, his fingers tight on his hips and his cock hitting him in all the right places. He couldn’t bear it if he stopped now. He lifted one arm off the bed and brought it up behind Billy’s head encouraging him to bite a little harder even though in the back of his mind he knew he’d regret the large bruise tomorrow when he was finished with him. Billy slid his hands from his hips up onto his chest pulling Steve back against his own. Billy’s cock slid in deeper and he cried out at how good it felt. Billy groaned in his ear.

“I’m gonna come in you so hard…and deep…you’re never getting rid of me…we both know no one else will ever make you feel this good…only me…”

Something twisted in his stomach, it felt strangely like hope. He pushed his fingers into Billy’s hair, running his blunt nails across his scalp. Billy moved one hand down onto Steve’s cock and he took it in a tight grip moving his hand in a counter rhythm to his cock until finally, Steve fell over the edge gasping with tears forming at the corner of his eyes. Billy bit into his shoulder then he felt him slow his thrusts until they both collapsed forward.

He took a few moments to catch his breath and then he realised that he felt sticky and uncomfortable with Billy’s hot weight on his back. He squirmed until Billy finally moved to pull them both down onto the bed. He wrapped Steve up in his arms and that’s when he noticed that Billy was still fully clothed but all he had on was his shirt that was now sticking uncomfortably to his skin. They lay there for a while until Steve felt a spike of worry that someone might find them there.

“We should probably head back to the party.”

“Got what you want and now you think you can ditch me is that it Princess?”

That flutter returned to his stomach.

“No, but someone might find us.”

“So?”

“So I’m only back from being a social pariah I don’t want to go back thanks.”

Billy huffed against the back of his neck.

“Do you care what they think?”

“No, but I’ve known most of these people forever.”

Billy pulled him closer before he pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to the side of his neck. Then he pulled back and got off the bed. Steve turned over and was immediately hit in the face with his jeans. He glared at Billy who smiled in return. He pulled his clothes back on and was fixing his hair when he heard Billy laughing.

“What?”

“I think your shirt has a different message now.”

He looked down mortified to find that he’d come all over the front of his shirt.

“Fuck.”

Billy’s laughter only got louder.

“Very funny asshole how am I supposed to go downstairs like this?”

“Don’t worry Princess I’ve got you covered. Just wait here.”

Billy walked from the room and Steve had a momentary panic that he’d abandoned him. He was just wondering if he could sneak to the bathroom unnoticed when Billy returned. He had his leather jacket in his hand and threw it at Steve.

“Put it on.”

Steve felt the well-worn leather in his hands. He glanced at Billy who was watching him with intense eyes. He didn’t want to ruin his jacket so he pulled off the shirt unsure of what to do with it. Everyone would know it was his so he set it beside him intending to bring it with him then slid on Billy’s jacket. It swamped him, it felt cool against his skin and it smelled of a mixture of cigarettes and Billy’s cologne. He looked back at Billy whose eyes were burning in a way that he’d seen so many times before. He bit his lip then stood walking towards him. When he was within reaching distance he was pulled into a searing kiss that he felt through his body igniting his cooling passion.

“It looks good on you.”

They ended up back at the party where Steve mostly received strange looks from Nancy as she took in Billy’s closeness and his jacket falling off Steve’s shoulders. He just let himself get lost in everything that was going on around him, Billy’s fingers pressing into the bites he’d left on his skin, the heat of his body and the fleeting kisses he would press into his skin. Everything else could wait.

He had come to the party with Nancy and Jonathan and thought it would be suspicious if he didn’t leave with them. He promised Billy he’d bring his jacket into school on Monday. He lay in bed with a hangover wrapped around it all Sunday. Billy didn’t need to know that. The only downside to the whole experience was that he’d forgotten his shirt in that little back bedroom. He dreaded the accusatory looks from Betty.

That Monday he arrived in school with the jacket draped over his arm. Billy was already at his locker, his eyes following him as he moved towards him. He was wearing a denim jacket which Steve thought was strange as he knew that he was bringing the other one. When he reached him he held out the jacket awkwardly. Billy took it from him with a smirk as though he could see what Steve had been doing all day yesterday. Steve averted his gaze when he noticed that Billy was wearing a familiar shade of blue. He looked back up his face flushing. Billy’s smirk widened as he opened his jacket to reveal Steve’s shirt. It was freshly washed, no sign of what had happened to it. It looked different on Billy’s body, so much tighter. He looked up at him with his mouth hanging slightly open in shock. Billy leaned forward.

“I’ve got a little challenge of my own.”

Steve swallowed.

“What challenge?”

“How will the Pretty Boy convince me to return his favourite shirt.”

Steve felt like his heart had leapt into his throat. Billy leaned close to his ear causing him to shudder at the feeling of his hot breath flashes of Saturday running through his mind.

“What do you say Princess, up for it?”

#harringrove #my writing #minors dni #top billy hargrove #bottom steve harrinton #i'm never gonna fuck you

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thatharringrovehoe · 3 years

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Some more Mob AU stuff cuZ I love it.

- Nancy and Steve never dated, but they have had sex. Once. Nancy wanted her first time to be with someone she trusted and Steve is her BEST FRIEND. She trusts Steve more than anyone. And it's. Not great. Because look. Steve and Nancy have alot in common. To much. They each like to be in control. They're both 100% Tops with a capital T. So when they have sex, even though Nancy is nervous, it ends up being almost a fight. Constantly trying to flip the other over, lots of biting and teeth and frustration because neither of them will submit. Afterwards they put on mud masks and get high and agree that while they love each other there is no way they're ever going to be like that.

- Steve notices the way Jonathan goes all glassy eyed when Nancy walks into the room. How his breath hitches whenever she gets mean. Cuz she is. She's not a bad person, but she's definitely a spoiled brat in a different way than Steve. Because while Steve is starved of love and affection, Nancy has been drowning in it since birth. She's haughty and petulant and will not stop for anything to get what she wants. And Steve is worried at first. Jonathan is a good spymaster and an even better friend so he's reluctant to feed him to the lioness that is Nancy Wheeler.

- He doesn't worry later when he watches Nancy go absolutely gooey with affection the first time Jonathan kisses her in the hallway. How she leads him around like a lost puppy by his camera strap to do what Steve suspects is fucking filthy things to him in the photo development room. Because he knows what Nancy likes. Knows that while Steve kills with kindness Nancy Wheeler is all bite and no bark. Likes to make the pleasure sting. And judging by the way Jonathan practically drools when she rakes her manicured nails down his chest over his shirt while they make out leaning against Jonathan's car after school, he 100% is down to be destroyed by Nancy *the princess* Wheeler.

- Jonathan is still a creep. The only difference here is that he's NEVER crossed Steve. Because when the Harrington kid came up to him in 8th grade and asked if he'd heard any interesting rumors Jonathan thought it was a joke. Just another shot at that weird Byers kid. Had half a mind to tell him to go fuck himself. But right as Tommy curled the beginnings of a mean smirk, Steve shut him down without even looking at him. Just held up his hand. Down boy. And Jonathan thought "You know what? Fuck it." Because if he was lying then he was just like everyone else anyway. But if he was telling the truth. Well. He wasn't above bribery. Told Steve everything he knew. Earned himself a seat in King Steve's court. Used the shadows that always used to swallow him up as a cloak. Held himself with a little more confidence because the monarch of Hawkins may have everyone's secrets. But Jonathan spun the web.

- Billy and Jonathan actually get along really well. They get high and talk about music whenever they're not otherwise occupied getting fucking wrecked by their spoiled rich kid Tops. Billy is low key concerned for Jonathan because damn. Wheeler is fucking savage. Like they'll be passing the joint back and forth and Jonathan will start getting almost to detailed the longer they smoke. Billy did not need to know Nancy Wheeler pegs her boyfriend with a dildo that big okay?

- Carole and Tommy are actually married. Like legally. As soon as Carole turned sixteen Tommy BEGGED Steve to pull some strings. To forge some documents. Cuz Tommy LOVED Carole. She was it. And Tommy could be one nasty piece of work but he would die for this girl no hesitation. And Steve is a sucker for that romantic shit. Set them up with a trip to Italy where a lot of Steve's mother's family lives. Because his grandfather respects a man who's ready to commit to his woman like that. And Steve is his grandmother's favorite. They have a ceremony in a little Church at the heart of the village. Tommy did not fucking cry when he saw Carole in her dress okay? It was just dusty in that old church, shut up.

- Nancy and Carole HATE each other. But in a very wasp-ish kinda way. Will hang out and have 'spa days, just us girls' but would choke each other out given the slightest opportunity. Tommy thinks it's hot. He will never tell Carole this.

- Dustin is obsessed with the fact that Nancy and Steve are kind of mirrored? Just two dominant rich kids that fell in love with emotionally stunted boys that were abused by their fathers? They both have dark brunet hair and big brown eyes? Their boyfriends are blonde? Steve are you listening? Steve!

- Steve gets really bad nightmares. Like wake up mid panic attack bad. And he's usually really good at hiding it from Billy. Is careful not to sleep to deeply around him. But one night after some fucking incredible sex Steve just passes the fuck out cuddling. The next thing he knows he's being shaken awake by a terrified Billy Hargrove. Because Steve had been screamin and shakin and cryin out and Billy was ready to burn down this hick town looking for whoever hurt Steve like this. Was gunna bury them in the Hawkins woods and piss on their grave. And that's when Steve tells him everything about the upside down. Introduces him to El to prove it.

- Speaking of, El doesn't spend a year all alone in a fucking cabin. Because Steve knows everyone's secrets and he likes having people in his pocket. And as much as Hopper dislikes Steve Harrington he can't say no when the king of Hawkins offers Jim perfectly forged paperwork for his 'daughter' El. So El goes to school and spends time learning how to be an actual child while Steve Harrington yanks on the leash of the chief of police whenever he wants.

- Billy is SOFT okay? He's just never been allowed to show it. Had been painted with bruises for just existing so God forbid his father let him show a human emotion. But after a year in Hawkins with Steve he lets his shoulders drop just a little. Will twine his fingers with his boyfriend's during movie night at the Byers. Brings Steve breakfast in bed. The first time he weaves a daisy crown for him Steve almost fucking weeps he's so touched.

- Steve is fucking possessive. Like. Intensely jealous. And at first this was a problem because Billy could not understand why all the girls in Hawkins treated him with kid gloves? They didn't just disregard any playful flirting, they full on didn't acknowledge it. He didn't really get longing stares as he walked through the halls anymore. No more tittering teenage girls blushing over him when he had gym outside. And he's not interested in women but it's nice to be noticed okay? Especially when he puts in so much effort. It starts to make him self conscious. Like, is he just unattractive? Second guesses himself to the point that he stops wearing his shirts unbuttoned and starts to get a little obsessive over working out. It's when Billy starts skipping meals that Steve notices. Sees Billy's lip wobble a little when he asks Steve if he's actually attracted to him or if he's just being nice. And Steve has to explain that he just... Doesn't share well. At all. That when Andrew Brady showed up to school last month with a fat lip and a limp it was because Steve had heard him talking with his buddies behind the general store about how he wanted to bend Billy over his Camaro and make him scream.

- And Billy is just. Shook. Gets all warm and fuzzy because no one hase ever loved him this much. Never wanted Billy this much. Wanted Billy to stay. Can feel tears willing up behind his lashes because the most amazing boy he's ever met is so over the moon for Billy that he's willing to draw blood on his behalf. Kisses Steve so hard they both forget to breath. Feels safe and loved, because he belongs to Steve Harrington. However he still flirts with people on the daily though cuz he's a little shit. And hey if it means his jealous boyfriend rails him so good he forgets his own goddamn name then that's just a bonus.

#I'm falling in love so deep with this AU you guys have no idea #mob au #billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #stranger things #billy hargrove/steve harrington #billy/steve #Tommy H #Carole Perkins #Dustin Henderson #Jonathan Byers #Nancy Wheeler #RIP Jonathan cuz Nancy fucking destroys that boi on the daily and he is INTO IT

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Steve//love? hope? or a bit of both?

Request: Can I maybe request something where after billy's death Steve takes care of the reader and they fall in love

hey! i hope you like it!! i kind of got a little bit carried away (i always do), but i think i pulled it back though!

- You and Billy were unlikely friends

- You saw how he bullied people and used girls and you definitely didn’t approve

- But between working together at the community pool

- And being neighbours

- The two of you somehow became friends

- And just friends

- No matter how hard he tried to make it something more

- But you knocked him back...always

- You had more of a thing for Steve

- Not that you told anybody that though

- Especially not Billy

- You saw how much they hated each other

- And if Billy got even the slightest hint that you liked Harrington, you’d never hear the end of it.

- So that secret stayed with you

- Its not like you were going to do anything about it anyway

- You’re not entirely sure Steve knew who you were to be honest

- Anyway...

- So you and Billy saw each other practically everyday

- Apart from when you worked different shifts (which was very rare)

- Or if he was on a date (that one was not rare)

- But he did always make time for you

- And then he starts avoiding you

- And acting weird

- And just being off

- So, one night you decide to follow him

- Because he’s being reallllllllly weird

- Like, he’s possessed.

- One minute you’re following him out ‘Bradley’s Big Buy’

- And the next thing you know

- You’re throwing fireworks at a creature in the middle of the mall

- There’s an odd mix of people with you

- Steve, for a start

- And Steve’s co-worker Robin

- Someone you’ve had a few conversations with while she hands you your ice cream and gives Billy a dirty look

- But you can tell she’s cool

- Nancy and Jonathan are there too

- With their little brothers and their friends

- Nobody really notices you at first

- But then again, you all have slightly bigger things to deal with

- However they quickly notice you when they hear you scream

- You can feel yourself running towards Billy

- But arms are around your waist before you’ve barely made it three steps

- And the next thing you know you’re slumped on the floor sobbing into Steve Harrington’s chest

- In any other situation, this would be your dream

- Maybe not the crying part

- But the fact that he’s cuddling you

- But right now, you just want to see Billy

- To poke him in the arm or chest or something and for him to wake up and tell you

- ‘i’m just kidding babe’

- And you’d roll your eyes at the use of the word ‘babe’

- But life would carry on as normal and everyone would be okay

- You don’t really remember much of the next few days

- You’re too busy being lost in your grief

- Like a really large void has opened in your chest and you can’t do anything to stop it from consuming every part of you

- The only things you really remember are:

- Billy’s screams

- Something you can hear/see every time you close your eyes

- Signing a contract that forces you to keep your mouth shut about everything

- Not that you know anything about it

- But it makes you feel sick every time you think of it

- And the lack of people at the Hargrove/Mayfield household

- The only person that you’ve seen go into the house is Billy’s aunt

- Somebody he saw twice a year if that

- On the morning of day three of your grief

- There’s a knock on your bedroom door

- Thinking its your mom bringing you more food you’re barely going to touch

- You mumble a quiet ‘come in’ and peak your head out from under the blanket

- You’re surprised however when you see Max and Steve

- Steve looks a little awkward

- And like he hasn’t slept for days

- But he offers you a smile anyway

- Max looks more nervous that awkward

- And like she’s on the verge of tears

- She tries to force a smile, but she can’t quite make it

- Instead she sighs and looks at the floor

- You probably look worse than both of the combined

- But right now you don’t really care

- Steve takes the lead and shuffles his way into your room

- Placing a bouquet of flowers on your desk chair

- The Steve stood in your bedroom looks completely different to the one you knew at school

- He’s more of a shell of himself

- Before he was confident and cool

- Now he’s a lot more on edge

- And something about the way he carries himself makes you think this isn’t the first time he’s had to deal with something like this

- You sit up and they take that as an invitation to come in

- Steve remains where’s he’s stood, leaning against the wall

- But Max sits beside you and cuddles into your arm

- She liked you as soon as Billy introduced you as his girlfriend

- And you’d snorted in reply and told him ‘in your dreams’

- You were the first one of Billy’s friends that never seemed annoyed with her

- You would actually volunteer to hang out with her and her friends

- And she always liked that about you

- It made Billy babysitting a lot more fun if you were there

- Steve is the first to break the silence

- ‘max asked me if i could come over with her. but i wanted to see how you were doing. and also to say thank you for helping the other night’

-His words stumble over each other but you get the jist of what he says and are grateful that he came over

- Even if it is a bit awkward

- ‘we’re also really sorry for your loss’

- Him and Billy may hated each other

- But he didn’t deserve to die

- He should have been able to grow as a person

- To apologize and seek forgiveness

- Plus Steve knows you were close

- He doesn’t really understand why

- But he hates seeing you like this

- He may not have noticed you while at school

- But he noticed you when he would go to the pool on a rare day off

- And he noticed you when you’d come into Scoops

- Sometimes you’d be alone and he’d have to stop himself from jumping over the counter and sitting with you

- Sometimes you’d be with Billy and he’d have to stop himself from jumping over the counter and punching him in the face

- And sometimes you’d be with other friends

- But you would always be laughing

- He really wants to hear you laugh again

- ‘thanks’ You mumble and look at your duvet

- Max is the next to speak

- Something about cleaning out Billy’s room before his dad found something he wouldn't like

- She then hands you a jacket that you didn’t even realize she was holding

- Its denim, so its definitely his

- And then you remember you’d claimed it when he told you it was too small for him

- It still smells like him and you have never been happier for forgetting something at his house

- You make a mental note to put it somewhere safe after they’ve left

- ‘thanks’ You mumble again and tuck it beside you.

- ‘how are you holding up?’ You ask Max but she just shrugs in reply.

- ‘what about you?’ You turn your attention to Steve and he looks at you surprised

- ‘i’m good.’ All three of you know he’s lying

- How can anybody be good after that?

- But you can tell he doesn’t want to talk about it, so you don’t push it any further

- ‘and everybody else?’

- ‘the same’ He nods. ‘there’s talk of the byers moving with el’

- Silence takes over the three of you

- You’re all looking around your room

- But you’re thinking of three different things

- You’re remembering Billy lying on your bed while you were getting dressed for work

- He was only waiting for five minutes

- But he made it feel like an eternity because of how much he complained

- He didn’t stop until your shoes were on and you were walking out the door

- At the time it annoyed you

- But right now, you missed his complaining

- Max is remembering watching him sneak through your window at 2am

- She remembers teasing him about it the next morning

- But it was a subtle way to say she saw and she wasn’t going to tell

- Especially because of the bruise on his cheek

- Steve is thinking about when he was back at school

- Billy had just turned up

- And Steve knew it was just a matter of time before he was no longer King Steve

- He had heard countless of rumours about Billy and he’d only been there for less than a week

- But he remembers one that he’s only just realized was about you

- Someone had seen the two of you talking outside your house

- ‘he’s going to break her heart’ They’d said

- Whoever had said it was right.

- Eventually the silence got too much and they both left

- You promised Max that she was welcome to come round any time

- Both of them were

- And you meant it

- The next time you saw them was Billy’s funeral

- For the amount of women that Billy slept with, there was a definite lack of people in the church

- You were sat at the front beside Max

- But you noticed the rest of the party, as well as Steve, Nancy, Jonathan and Robin sat near the back.

- After the wake

- You shrugged Billy’s jacket on, despite only going next door

- To your surprise

- Steve was sat on your porch holding another bouquet of flowers

- Once he noticed you, he stood up and fiddled with his jacket a little

- However once you sat down beside him

- He slowly sat again and handed you the flowers

- ‘thanks for coming today’

- ‘oh’ He says surprised ‘no problem’

- ‘will you thank the others for me?’

- ‘yeah of course.’ He replies. ‘how are you?’

- You just shrug in reply but he understands

- ‘about that nigh-’

- ‘steve? i have literally so many questions. but please...not tonight’

- ‘sorry’

- Instead of answering

- You just lean your head on his shoulder.

- To the outside world

- You probably look like a couple of teens coming back from a first date

- And right now, you wished life was that simple

- You shove your hands in your pockets but something catches them

- You frown in confusion and pull it from your pocket

- Its a mixtape with your name scrawled on it

- As soon as you recognize the handwriting you smile and lift your head up

- ‘whats that?’ Steve asks while watching you trace the writing carefully

- ‘mixtape. it must be from billy’ You sigh and shove your hands back in your pocket to see if there’s anything else

- There’s a few gum wrappers (and a condom...gross. He definitely put that in there to annoy you)

- But there’s a small note and your heart rate increases

- ‘hey babe. i made this for you to play when you eventually bone harrington (god knows why you want to). you know you really have to be more subtle if you want to keep something like that from me. if you want any practice before you do the deed, i’m more than willing to help’

- ‘whats that?’ Steve looks over your shoulder and you quickly shove the note back in your pocket

- ‘oh, its just a stupid note’

- ‘was there something going on with you two?’

- ‘ha! he wishes’ You laugh, but its only now do you realize you’re crying

- ‘you two just seemed close’

- ‘nah. just friends. we both liked very different people’

- ‘oh’ If this was any other night and not the funeral of your best friend, you would have thought he sounded hopeful. ‘are you going to listen to it?’

- ‘probably later.’ You blush slightly

- ‘we could listen to it in my car’

- ‘excuse me?’

- ‘not like that.’ He laughs and you feel your heart sink a little. ‘just, driving around town has been a welcome distraction this past week. sometimes we all meet up in one of the empty parking lots on the other side of town just to hang out and feel normal. i just thought it might help’

- ‘yeah...that sounds nice’

- He helps you up stand and tries to grab the mixtape from you but you quickly shove it back in your pocket

- ‘knowing billy he would have put some very inappropriate songs on it’

- ‘yeah. i don’t want to know what sort of stuff he liked’ He laughs

- You know he was only joking

- But the way he says it makes you frown

- He notices how sad you look once you’re both sat in his car and he sighs

- He’s still trying to be better at a lot of things

- Reading signals is one of them apparently

- ‘why don’t you tell me your favourite memory of him’

- So you do

- You tell him about the time Billy thought he’d locked you in the cleaning supply closet at work

- When in reality it was somebody who looked nothing like you and when you tapped him on the shoulder he screamed like a baby.

- And you laugh like you used to when you’d walk into Scoops and brighten up his day

- He hopes he’s going to hear it a lot more

- And so do you

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve #steve imagine #steve x reader

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Day 23: Picnic

Read it on AO3 or read my whole Harringrove April Collection!

Jim Hopper never really expected to make it back to Hawkins from fucking Russia of all places, so he definitely didn’t expect to make it back and pretty much immediately end up with a second kid. It was just that Billy Hargrove had sacrificed himself to save El, and had somehow survived it, and Joyce was still a little mad at Hopper for not doing more about Billy’s shitty dad, and she had given him that look when it turned out that Billy didn’t appear to have anywhere to go once he got out of the hospital.

Well, he had one place to go, but Hopper figured moving into Steve Harrington’s apartment could wait until they were both out of their teens. He told everyone who would listen that it was because while Steve and Billy were both technically adults, they were also dumbasses, especially when they were together. He said, loudly and often, that he simply didn’t trust those two boneheads not to burn down Steve’s entire apartment complex, if left to their own devices.

What he said much more quietly, and only ever to Joyce, was that he remembered what it was like to be a kid with a shitty dad, and to cling to something simply because it was better than what he was used to. Billy might still end up with Steve—probably would, if the starry-eyed way they looked at each other was any indication—but Hopper wanted him to get there because he chose it, and not just because he needed a place to go.

Billy, for his part, insisted loudly and constantly that he would much prefer to live in an apartment of his own, out from under Hopper’s tyrannical thumb—and yes, that was a direct quote—but he somehow never actually found one that he liked. No one ever called him on it.

What Hopper hadn’t counted on, when he insisted that Billy move into the fancy house that he had bullied the government into buying for him and Joyce and the kids, was Billy and Steve’s commitment to fucking, just, all the goddamn time. Hopper had missed most of Billy’s recovery while he was in a Russian prison, but he found out later—from Joyce and Nancy and Jonathan and Robin and even some of the kids—that they had been caught at least half-naked by just about everyone before Billy was even released from the hospital. He wished, far too late, that he had chosen a house with fewer windows. There were far too many points of entry for him to manage effectively.

“You know Steve thinks he’s stealthy?” he said to Joyce incredulously one night after he caught Steve—wearing what was obviously one of Billy’s shirts and the smallest pair of shorts Hopper had ever seen—sneaking out of Billy’s bedroom window. Billy’s second-floor bedroom window. “He’s going to kill himself falling off the damn house.”

“You didn’t catch him until he was already leaving, Hop,” Joyce pointed out, “so he’s not exactly wrong.” Jim wondered when Joyce had turned on him too. He considered nailing the windows shut, but he was pretty sure El would kill him with her mind if he tried it, so he didn’t.

See, it turned out that “my house, my rules” only went so far with a kid who was technically an adult, and who had also sacrificed himself to save your other kid, so Billy got away with a lot. He got away with even more because both El and Will—and Max, who spent far more than half of her time at their house—were fully supportive of Billy and Steve’s ongoing shenanigans, and did their best to run interference with Hopper.

Apparently, one of the things Hopper had missed during Billy’s long recovery was the day some under-informed nurse let Billy’s dad in to see him. Everyone agreed that it had been a very dramatic scene, but they weren’t very forthcoming about the details. Only Max and Lucas and Robin had been there to witness it firsthand, but the kids all still talked about it in hushed whispers. The only way they ever described it to Hopper was to say that Steve had gone “just completely feral, Hop.” Neil had never bothered to come back, so whatever it was that Steve had done that the kids didn’t want Hopper to know about had been pretty effective. Max’s grudging affection for Steve had given way to complete adoration on that day, and El’s affection for Billy was well-established, so she had been right there with Max. Hopper hadn’t asked why Will was so supportive of the two of them, but he could guess.

So Billy lived with Joyce and Hopper and Will and El, and Hopper did his very best to maintain at least some semblance of propriety, and every kid in the house did their very best to defy him at every turn. It was exhausting. Which was why he was so goddamn irritated when he heard the low sound of voices in the middle of a walk through the woods behind the house that was supposed to be an opportunity for him to get some damn solitude for once. They were voices he recognized, unfortunately. He sighed heavily as soon as he got close enough to make out what they were saying.

“Harder, baby,” Billy practically moaned. “God that feels good.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked a little breathlessly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yeah—ohhhhhh…” Billy’s confirmation devolved into an actual moan, and Hopper had had enough. He marched toward the voices, bursting into a clearing with his brow furrowed and an admonition on the tip of his tongue.

The first thing he noticed was that they had chosen a beautiful spot—they were on a soft-looking picnic blanket in the middle of a pretty little meadow dotted with wildflowers. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees. The remains of a picnic were spread out in front of the two boys, next to an open picnic basket.

The second thing Hopper noticed was that he had maybe slightly misread the situation. Billy was sitting cross-legged on the blanket, tank top and cutoffs firmly in place, and Steve was kneeling behind him, also fully clothed. Billy’s head was tilted to one side, and Steve had his elbow pressed firmly into the muscle of Billy’s shoulder. Both boys were staring at him with wide eyes. They recovered at about the same time, and Hopper sighed inwardly as Steve cocked one eyebrow. Billy’s eyes sparkled with amusement as Steve spoke.

“You’re always so tight, B,” Steve said, completely deadpan, eyes locked on Hopper’s. Billy smirked and gave that same low moan again as Steve pushed down with his elbow.

“You get so deep, baby. Feels so good,” Billy said, and Hopper had seen some shit in his life. Had fought literal monsters. Had spent months in a Russian prison, most recently. He absolutely was not going to blush in front of these two dumbasses. He refused.

Instead, he sighed heavily, resisted the urge to murder them both, and turned around, making his way out of the clearing. Billy waited until he was almost, but not quite, out of earshot before he spoke again, and Hopper was pretty sure he did it on purpose.

“We’re actually fucking after this, though, right baby?” he asked, and Hopper, unfortunately, also heard Steve’s response.

“Course, B. That’s why there’s lube in the bottom of the picnic basket.”

“You think of everything, pretty boy. Best boyfriend ever.” Hopper was tempted to turn right back around to yell at them, except that Billy sounded genuinely happy. And that, Hopper would never admit to anyone but Joyce, was a thing that he thought Billy Hargrove deserved a lot more of. He did, however, pick up his pace, before he heard something—again—that would haunt him forever.

#Harringrove April Challenge #my writing #this is ridiculous and I am not sorry #featuring exasperated dad Hopper #billy hargrove #steve harrington

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Highway to Hell

Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

Summary: After being stuck in the Upside Down for a month, you return, only to have to fight off the same monster that had been haunting you there, but what sort of friendships can form out of a bit of shared trauma and good taste in music?

Word Count: 4045

Warnings: talk of blood, language, the Upside Down and all its horrors

Not gonna lie, this is kinda out of character for Billy, but I’ve had this idea for like a week so... enjoy

“Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?” a male voice was heard through the trees.

“Yeah it’s me,” replied another voice, not quite as deep, but still loud, “Don’t cream your pants.”

“What’re you doing here, amigo?” The first voice asked, and sounded louder the closer you got.

“I could ask you the same thing,” You heard the second voice, and the rest of the conversation could barely be heard over your ragged breathing and beating heart.

You sped up, ducking under trees as you got closer to the light, a house light, and you soon realized where you were.

This was the Byers’ house.

And one of the voices you’d heard was Steve’s, and that gave you a bit more energy to walk faster towards the house.

“... and you lie to me about it,” The other voice says as you finally break through the woods, finally feeling the muscles in your back relax as you saw a familiar face.

But as you heard rustling behind you, you remembered why you’d been out of breath and exhausted in the first place. You walked quickly, catching Steve’s eye as he was talking to the other boy.

“Get inside, now!” You yelled as you limped quickly to Steve, shaking like a leaf in a windstorm as you grabbed his arm and tried to drag him inside.

“Wh-Y/n--What the hell?” Steve’s eyes were darting around the outside and he looked into your eyes as you tried to shove him inside.

Though, he had every right to be confused as hell, you’d gone missing almost a month ago and they’d just assumed that you’d been killed by a Demogorgon or something, given they never found your body and soon after, this whole thing with the Mind Flayer started. But you were here.

You were covered in blood, scratches, and ripped clothing, but you were alive, and still trying to shove Steve into the Byers’ house.

“They’re still in the woods, Steve, go inside now, they were chasing me earlier,” Your voice was shaky and your breathing was picking up the longer you stood outside, “Go, go, go, go!”

Steve finally complied as you shoved/held onto his arm for support as you walked to the porch.

Billy, who was not notified of the multi-dimensional-horror that Hawkins was, still stood by his car, confused.

“You too, inside! Now!” you turned around and screamed at Billy, who was taken aback by both your attitude and the sheer absurdity of the situation.

“NOW!”

That put a pep in his step as he walked, albeit confused, to the porch as you opened the Byers’ front door, coming to see all the kids, plus another little redhead.

All of them were crowded on the couch, heads snapping towards the open door as they saw the three teenagers walk in, you still shoving Steve inside and waiting for Billy to get in before slamming the door and locking it.

“Y/n?!” The boys shouted as they all watched you look out the windows in the living room and kitchen into the woods, checking for any monsters.

They looked to Steve in question, though he had no answers for them.

Billy was still standing by the door in confusion, taking note of the shattered window, papers crawling up the walls and through the house, his step-sister cowering behind the Party, and the random girl from the woods acting like a paranoid schizophrenic.

“Y/N!” Dustin yelled, finally holding your attention as you looked away from the window, bracing yourself on the kitchen counter as you looked at all the kids.

Your eyes were more tired than ever, blood covering various parts of your clothes, just a ripped flannel and even more destroyed jeans, the same thing you’d been wearing a few weeks ago the last they’d seen you.

“Where have you been?” Steve asked, more gently than Dustin’s loud voice, but still filled with confusion and concern.

“Upside down,” They all looked up to you with varying levels of shock.

“I told all you bitches!” Dustin yelled to the rest of the Party, “I knew she was in there, and none of you believed me!”

“...Dustin,” Steve rolled his eyes as he tried to ignore the preteens’ outburst.

“How long have I been gone?” You asked shakily, all of them staring at you with sadness floating in their eyes.

“Little over a month...” Mike said.

“A fucking month!” you shouted, looking over to Steve who nodded in confirmation. “Well, shit,”

“How did you get back?” Lucas asked, flicking his eyes to you and then around the house and the mess that was created.

“...I fell in a hole?” You scratched the back of your head, “I was running from the Demogorgon, then I fell into this tunnel system thing and I found this really shallow part and I climbed out. Next thing I knew I was running from smaller Demogorgons through the woods and I saw the porch light.”

“What the fuck?” all heads turned to Billy, who none of them had registered was there, as he looked around at all the people there.

“Shit,” Max muttered, still not exactly understanding your significance in being here, but knowing that her stepbrother was involved just made everything more complicated.

“Who is he?” you asked, you hadn’t seen him around before you disappeared.

“Billy, and that’s his sister, Max,” Steve responded.

“Stepsister,”

“Stepsister,” both of the new faces responded at the same time, glaring at one another once they realized they’d spoken together.

“And their significance is?” You asked quietly to Steve, who had moved closer to you in the kitchen.

“Max is friends with the boys and helped us earlier, and I’m pretty sure Billy was looking for her? Not really sure though, he’s a bit of an asshole if you ask me,” Steve said, trying to be quiet, but everyone heard everything he said.

You scoffed, running a bruised hand through your hair, it getting caught in knots that had formed.

You were looking around the room again, “Where are the others? If there’s more shit going on, then where is everyone else? Is Will ok?”

Steve looked to his feet, “We did save Will, but now there’s something wrong again, he’s possessed or some shit, and we’ve split up--”

“Stupid…”

Steve rolled his eyes, “We split up and Will is getting the Mind Flayer burned out of him, El is closing the gate--”

“And we’re stuck here,” Dustin complained.

“We are staying safe!”

“Ok…”

“This is some cult shit,” Billy muttered, half mortified at what was happening, “Max you need to come home,”

“I can’t,”

“Uh, yeah, you can. And you are,” Billy said as he walked closer to Max, the boys pushing her behind them.

“Billy,” Steve spoke up from the kitchen, seeing how he towered over the kids.

“Shut up, Harrington!” He snapped, “Max come on, Susan wants you home and this is not falling on my head!”

“No!” Max yelled again, “We have to help our friends! They’re not safe!”

“I don’t care, that’s not my problem, Maxine!”

“No way, Billy!”

“Max!” Billy’s voice was rising again.

“No!”

“Max!”

“HEY!” You yelled, feeling goosebumps rising on the back of your neck, putting a hand to cover them. “There’s something wrong,”

“What?” Billy asked with a look of disbelief.

“What?” The boys asked with concern.

“The thing that controls the Upside Down, it’s angry or close to us or something, either way, it’s not happy.”

“El’s trying to close the gate and they’re trying to burn him out of Will, do you think it has to do with that?” Mike asked, concern rising higher and higher by the second.

“If they’re trying to stop it, then definitely.” You nodded.

“Then we have to go, Steve!” Dustin shouted, “I know you want to look after us and shit, but we need to do something. NOW!”

“No, you little shits aren’t gonna go walking into danger! I promised Nancy--”

“Oh, screw Nancy!”

“Dustin!” Mike said, a little angry at the insult towards his sister.

“Sorry!” Dustin said to Mike, turning back to Steve, “But this is important, and we can do this and stay safe! If you come, you can protect us, come on!”

Billy blinked like twenty times, as if it would clarify what was happening, “The fuck?”

“Come on Steve! Can we take your car?” You asked as you approached Billy, still limping a little bit.

“No!” Billy said harshly, very protective of his car.

“Please!” you and the kids all begged.

“You are all fucked in the head if you think I’m letting you use my car for your little scavenger hunt!”

“I have been stuck in a hellhole for the past month and I want to kill this thing so by the good graces of God, GIVE US YOUR KEYS!” You yelled at him, taking him by surprise as he backed away from you a step or two.

“Billy, please!” Max begged.

“No!”

Max looked around the room, seeing Steve’s nail bat, picking it up, and holding it as if she was gonna swing it at Billy.

“Give us your keys, Billy!”

“Holy shit, what is wrong with you all?!”

“Keys!” Max yelled again.

Billy fished into his pockets, “I’m driving,”

“Fine, let’s go,” Max said, handing the bat over to Steve, who took it with an impressed look on his face, he’d never seen Billy give in, especially not that quickly.

Everyone was rushing around the house, gathering goggles and face coverings wherever they could find them, preparing to go into the tunnels.

“You sure you’re ok to go?” Steve asked you as you sat at the dining table, “I mean you keep limping and you just got back from… that place, you sure you want to go back?”

“I don’t really want to go, but I know how these dogs work and how to fight them off pretty well, and you know I’d do anything to help Will… help any of the kids, really.”

“Only if you’re sure,” Steve said, holding a fist up.

You bumped your fist against his, “I’m sure,”

“This is nice and everything, but we should probably get going,” Billy said sassily as the kids began filing out the door.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Hargrove,” Steve teased as they walked towards the door.

“Oh, bite me, Harrington,” Billy taunted in return.

You turned to the boys who were still standing on the porch, agitated at their fighting, “You can both continue your lover’s quarrel once we save the world, alrighty?”

They both looked appalled at the suggestion that they were anything other than mere acquaintances, which caused a grin to form on your face.

They’d all piled into the car, Billy in the driver’s seat, Steve next to him, and you and the kids piled in the back.

You’d considered putting one of the kids in the trunk, but none of them really wanted to, so You were shoved into the far left, Max on your lap, and the boys were all crammed next to you.

It wasn’t comfortable by any means, but it was doable, especially for how fast Billy was driving. Lucas was shouting directions from the backseat and Steve was screaming for Billy to slow down, or else they’d all die far sooner than preferable.

Once they’d made it to the tunnel entrance, they began to open the trunk and gather everything they brought, goggles, bandanas, gasoline, etc.

You went closer to the tunnel entrance, looking around the farm it was dug into.

“This is how I got out,” you said to nobody in particular, just voicing your own thoughts.

“Really?” Dustin asked, “At least we know it really goes into the Upside Down and it’s not just a lucky guess,”

You gave a noise of agreement as you turned back to the car, putting a bandana over your face, goggles over your eyes, and grabbed a can of gasoline.

The boys were tying a rope to Billy’s car that led to the hole.

“I swear, if this is some elaborate prank, I’m gonna kill everyone here,” Billy grumbled as he put the goggles over his eyes.

“This better not be a prank,” you said just as quietly, knocking your shoulders against Billy’s, “I’ve gone through too much emotional turmoil for this to be pretend,”

You both locked eyes, sharing a look of understanding before returning back to Steve and the kids.

“Ready?” Mike asked.

“This is still a bad idea,” Steve argued.

“Nobody asked for your two cents, Steve,” Dustin snapped, looking into the hole.

You all began the descent into the Upside Down, not quite sure what to expect.

“I’m pretty sure it’s this way!” Mike yelled to the group.

“You’re pretty sure or you’re certain?” Dustin asked, verifying how to get to the hub.

“I'm 100% sure. Just follow me and you'll know,” Mike responded, walking ahead down the tunnels.

Steve made a comment about how it wasn’t going to be his fault that they all got hurt and walked to the front of the group, the kids in the middle, and you and Billy in the back.

It wasn’t too hard to work your way through the tunnels, and you were all pretty prepared for the Demo-dogs if they attacked. Steve had his bat, you found an axe in the shed, and Billy was carrying a particularly pointy shovel.

You got to the hub with minimal disturbances, Dustin’s short run in with the floating things in the air getting into his mouth only being a minor setback on the journey.

Gasoline was spread around the hub, being sprayed on the top and poured all over the floor and walls, eventually emptying every vessel you were carrying.

Steve went into his pockets for his lighter, until a look of realization took over his face as he realized, “I forgot my lighter,”

All the kids began to groan and complain at Steve until Billy pulled out a lighter from his jacket pocket, dangling it between his fingers as the kids noticed that they were saved.

Dustin snatched it from his hand, opened it, and threw it into the hub.

“You’re welcome,” Billy snarked as they all began to run down the tunnels, away from the hub.

They were sprinting, no looking back, until Mike was screaming that something got his foot.

Dustin was trying to pull him away, Steve and Billy screaming for everyone to get back, and you brought the axe down on the little vine that had wrapped around his foot.

Everyone calmed down to keep walking on as they heard a snarl from behind them.

Turning to see a Demo-dog, the kids, minus Dustin, walked behind the older boys and you, shielding themselves from the beast.

While Dustin was… talking to the beast?... Billy had pushed Max further behind him, backing up himself as well, just to be cautious.

“Why is he talking to that thing?” You asked, curious.

“He’s friends with it,”

Your curiosity only grew.

“He fed it nougat once and now their besties, I don’t know!” Lucas whisper-shouted as an explanation.

Dustin knelt down to feed the monster as you all cringed at the action, but were able to sneak past as it ate a 3 Musketeers bar.

Steve had led the kids, and you had shoved them from behind, more eager than anyone to get out of those tunnels alive.

As the rope and hole came into view, roaring and chittering could be heard in the distance, the kids being ushered up first, followed by Steve, but the growls were drawing closer and closer.

Steve had just made it up the rope as the Demo-dogs had rounded the corner, heading straight for you and Billy, who both had their make-shift weapons up and ready.

Your weapons proved fruitless as the Demo-dogs ran right past the both of you, seeking to reach another location rather than eat the two of you alive.

One of the dogs ran into your knees, knocking you off balance, but Billy grabbed your waist before you fell, shovel in one hand, you wrapped in his other.

Staring in shock as the last of the dogs went down the tunnel, Billy lifted you up to the rope, where Steve and the kids grabbed your hand and pulled you the rest of the way. Billy shimmied up the rope soon after.

A few moments after you were all around the hole, the car lights illuminating the field began shining brighter and brighter, eventually hitting a blinding glow before dimming back down again.

“Eleven,” Mike murmured.

“Why’s he talking about a number?” Billy asked as he stood up from where he was sitting on the ground.

“You say that like it’s the weirdest thing to happen today,” you joked as you laid on the dirt.

“Short story: Eleven is our friend, she has superpowers, she closed the gate to the Upside Down, saved the world, all that cool stuff,” Dustin filled in quickly.

“You alright, Y/n?” Steve asked as he looked to you laying on the ground, eyes closed, breathing becoming more steady.

You made a grunt as you wiped your hand across your forehead, getting rid of any dirt or sweat you had. You heard someone sit next to you. Peeking one eye open, you noticed Steve closest to your head, Billy sitting near your legs, and the kids scattered around as well, all looking almost as exhausted as you felt.

You started giggling out of pure exhaustion as they all stared at you.

“What’s so funny?” Max asked, looking to Steve and you.

“I’ve been stuck in another dimension for a month and the second I get back I have to fight the same monster dog things but in the real world, and I also just realized that I have not slept at all this past month.”

You were still laughing as the others began to chuckle as well, fueled by the long few days they’d had.

“I’m sure you’ll catch up, you slept all the time before anyway” Steve said through his own laughter, earning a punch in the stomach for that comment.

“You know what?” You asked, eyes still closed, head rested in your hands, back against the dirt.

“Hm?”

“I really want a cheeseburger,”

“After all this, you want a cheeseburger?” Steve asked.

“No, I wanna get a cheeseburger now,”

“Any specific reasoning to this craving?”

“I don’t think I’ve eaten in the past month.”

“If you didn’t have food then how did you survive?” Lucas asked incredulously. “Did you even have clean water?”

You scoffed as you sat up, hands holding your weight behind you. “It only felt like a day, like maybe four or five at most. I didn’t think I was in there all that long, to be honest.”

“I’d be down for a cheeseburger right about now,” Billy said out of nowhere.

“Yeah,” Dustin agreed.

“Alright, let’s feed you heathens,” Steve grumbled as he stood up, walking to the trunk to pull his gear off and throw his bat inside.

“Don’t fucking touch my car, Harrington!” Billy shouted from where he sat.

“Oh my God!” Steve flung his arms in the air, “It’s not like I want to wreck your car, I just wanted to put my stuff away!”

“Oh, I know exactly what you’re doing, Harrington!” Billy stood from his spot as well, throwing his stuff into the trunk as well, then sitting in the driver’s seat and starting the car, still yelling at Steve through the window.

“They always like this?” You asked the kids.

“Not really sure, this is the first time we’ve seen them interact,”

“Well, it’s entertaining as hell,” You giggled.

“Do you wanna get cheeseburgers or not!?” Billy yelled from out the window.

You scrambled to get up, “Shotgun!”

“NO!” Steve yelled as you ran to the car.

“You got it on the ride here!”

“I don’t wanna sit with the kids in the back, it’s too squished!”

“Suck it, Steve!” you yelled, ushering him into the back seat, then waiting for all the kids to sit with him, then pushing the passenger seat into its proper place and making yourself comfortable.

You all drove off to get burgers, going about a mile or two out of Hawkins to a McDonalds that was open 24/7, Billy even allowing you full reign of the radio as you drove, to the pure shock of Max, who wasn’t allowed to even look at the radio most times.

You all enjoyed the rest of your peaceful night, Steve making a phone call to the Byers to check in and say that you were fine, and in return everyone else was alright. He also informed her of your reappearance, to which she was overjoyed with the news.

Your mis-matched and, honestly, absolutely disgusting group was shoved into a corner booth as Steve stood by the counter waiting for your absolutely absurd amount of food to be ready.

Once it was on the table, you all dug in. Max and Lucas were (not-so) subtly flirting next to one another, Mike next to Lucas on the outside of the bench, devouring his chicken nuggets.

Next to Max was Billy, then you, then Steve, then Dustin.

You were on your third hamburger when a paper straw had been shot at your forehead.

Looking up, you saw a guilty looking Dustin, a snarky looking Lucas, and Max, who was trying, and failing, to keep in her giggles at the scene. The whole table erupted in laughter for the nth time that night, and continued to chatter joyously as you ate, eventually getting ice cream from the not-so-thrilled workers who were tired and didn’t want to clean your mess after you left.

It was finally calming down at the table when a few familiar chords played through the speakers.

You looked to Steve, who was giving you a warning glance, as if to say don’t you dare, but you started nodding your head along as the music continued.

“Excuse me!” You shouted to one of the girls at the counter, “Is there any way you can turn this song up?”

She nodded at you with a smile and she went to the back, the music playing much louder than before as the song really began.

“Livin’ easy! Livin’ free! Season ticket on a one way ride!” You shouted, much to the entertainment of the kids at the table, and earned an annoyed Steve to roll his eyes at your childish behavior.

You continued singing, not letting anyone tear you down as you were standing on the seat singing your heart out.

When it got to the chorus, you felt Billy brush your leg, and you realized that he was standing on the seat as well.

“My friends are gonna be there too! I’M ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL! ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL!”

You and Billy had been singing into invisible microphones as you sang with vigor, even playing air guitar at one point.

The kids eventually began singing as well, Steve even mumbling the lyrics under his breath, much to the enjoyment of the workers who were having a very dull night before you all showed up.

Max was watching her brother smile more than he had since she’d known him as he rocked out with a girl he really didn’t know, and he didn’t seem to be making it weird, as if he wanted to get into her pants.

He was just happy.

And under the moonlight and the golden arches of McDonalds at three in the morning, who wouldn’t be happy?

Certainly not Steve, who finally had his best friend back.

Certainly not Mike, who finally got Eleven back.

Certainly not Lucas and Max, who had found comfort in one another.

And certainly not you and Billy, who had created a friendship that would last for ages.

What was it that they said about shared trauma? That it made you closer? You were no expert, but after the night you’d just had, between fighting for your lives and having a dance party at McDonalds, you’d say that you weren’t gonna let Billy Hargrove go for a while.

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passed down like folksongs, chapter fifteen- steve x reader

[gif credit to @flyingrichardgrayson]

chapter fifteen- time, mystical time, cutting me open and healing me fine

series summary: Living in Hawkins was never easy for anyone. However, it becomes ten times more difficult than usual when you catch feelings for one Steve Harrington. What should be a simple schoolgirl crush ends up being complicated by your step-brother, Tommy Hagan, and the mysterious goings on in the town of Hawkins. [masterlist]

pairing: steve harrington x female! hagan! reader

chapter summary: With all of the events of the Upside Down behind them, Steve finally finds it in himself to open up about the past.

warnings: swearing, hurt/comfort, fluff

word count: 3.5k

a/n: Wooo!!! Technically what I would consider the last chapter!!! Because of that, I will be uploading the epilogue tomorrow, so hopefully one of those will get to go in the steeb tag (also bc classes started up again and I don’t wanna upload in the middle of a school day okay)

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It was towards the end of July when the official funeral for your step-dad was held. There had been a service for all those who were killed in the fire a week before. One you ended up getting dragged into. Not that it was bad, Steve went with you. Though, it was clear he was just as keen to be there as you were.

Though, being at an actual funeral felt somehow worse. Steve kind of felt he had been to the worst one already when he went to Billy Hargrove’s a couple of days ago. He specifically told you that you shouldn't go. That he was mostly there to watch out for the kids. It was understandable. You remembered that Hargrove had a step-sister and if Steve felt like he could be helpful, you didn’t want to intrude. Especially when you wouldn’t have known anyone all that well.

Steve also insisted on going to your step-dad’s funeral when the time came as well. Not because he thought you needed him the way you needed someone at Barb’s funeral, but because he didn’t want you to be there alone. While you would have had your mom, she was so busy dealing with all the serious arrangements that you wouldn’t have wanted to give her any stress.

The only thing she let you handle were the flower arrangements. Most of which was dark red, almost black roses and assortments of white flowers. You never knew what sorts of things he liked. In all fairness, he never bothered to tell you much.

You tried to ask Tommy, just to see if grief changed him any. It only made him angrier. Your working theory was that he was convinced his dad left everything to your mom instead of him. Which was a possibility, but you knew that he’d turn out fine. He was leaving for college and with his dad gone, you were pretty sure that you were never going to see him much again after the funeral. That only made you look forward to it that much more.

All you wanted was for him to no longer be in your life. After all the things he did and comments he made and how much he came in between you and all the things you wanted to say and do, you probably should have wanted more. Maybe it would have made sense for you to have wished he had been the one to die in the fire, but you didn’t. He was so close to being gone and you could only be glad for that.

After all, had he not gotten his dad to vouch for him, you were pretty sure he would have been staying in Hawkins like Steve. Though, you were glad Steve was staying for a while. It meant there was time for both of you. No, you were never going to get him walking up to you at your locker or have him hold your hand as he walked you to class, but that was okay. What mattered was that you had him now and it made all the difference in the world to you.

With how nice it was outside, the actual burial was taking a long time as people talked to each other, trying to console your mom for her loss. It made you want to roll your eyes out of your head.

“You know, like, a month ago all these people were still calling my mom a cheating slut behind her back,” you said, leaning up against a tree.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, I know.”

“What, were your parents saying that?”

“Uh, yeah, they did… not that I really hear them talk much,” he sighed, “But, my mom always worries that my old man’s gonna divorce her for some younger woman like Tommy’s dad did.”

You nodded, “That makes sense… I just wish people wouldn’t be so damn nice about it now. It’s so fake and patronizing. And all for some guy who wasn’t even that great anyway.”

“Do you wanna get out of here for a bit?”

“Steve, I should at least stay-”

“Not out, out. Just maybe to someone else’s grave?” he took your hand, “Come on, I think you could use a few minutes somewhere else.”

You were pretty sure you knew where he was going with this, so you went ahead and followed Steve through the cemetery. It was pretty this time of year with many trees giving shade. Families still left all sorts of flowers on graves and the grass was well-kept.

Sure enough, Steve led you right to where Barb’s headstone was. The grave was relatively well-kept, though the Hollands ended up moving to the next town over. Enough for a fresh start, but also close to where their daughter was.

“I really hope ghosts are real,” you said softly.

Steve nodded, “I’m sure they are.”

“Well, if they are… I really hope Barb’s doing okay. I- I still think about her a lot. The things I said and the things I wish I’d said instead had I known I was never gonna see her again,” you took a shaky breath, “I don’t think I’m ever going to feel like I’m actually over it.”

He wrapped an arm around you, “I know what you mean.”

“How? Sorry, I- I just… I never really thought you missed her all that much.”

“I guess it’s not that I miss her. Well, not in the same way you do. It’s more in the way I really wish I didn’t have that party. And how I miss being able to look at my pool and just see a pool. Instead, all I think about is her and whatever she must’ve gone through.”

You leaned into Steve, “Did she disappear there?”

“Probably… no one really knows how it all happened.”

Every day it felt like Steve was getting closer and closer to telling you what happened. He would let odd and end details in. Though, none of it was enough for you to figure out what happened. It was enough at this point that you were pretty sure it was worse than whatever chemical leak the lab got accused of.

Still, no matter how curious you got or how badly you wanted to know everything, you weren’t going to make Steve say anything that he didn’t want to. It was enough that you knew he was going to tell you. Or that if he never told you, it wasn’t because he was trying to dupe you. It was because he simply couldn’t bring himself to talk about every awful thing that had ever happened within the last couple of years.

“Oh, um, I think I forgot to leave this at your stepdad’s grave,” Steve said, pulling out a white chrysanthemum from the inside of his suit jacket.

You felt him press it into your hands, “Oh, did you want me to leave it here?”

“Whatever you want. You could put it in my hair if you’d like,” he suggested, grinning.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as you knelt down and set the flower at Barb’s grave. Hopefully, she somehow knew that you still cared about her after all this time. That while it didn’t sting to the same degree, you knew that most of the damage could never be fixed. Not really.

“Is it okay if I tell you what happened to Barb?” Steve asked, sitting down on the grass.

You moved over to sit next to him, “Of course, if- if you’re ready, I wanna know.”

“Okay, well, I just don’t want you to get mad at me for not telling you when I knew. ‘Cause I’ve known a lot longer than you have and I’ve beaten myself up over it every day, but I really thought that telling you the truth was going to get you hurt,” he ran a hand through his hair, “I- I know it’s stupid, but I was told I couldn’t tell you. Technically, I’m still not supposed to, but you saw what happened at the mall and… it’s all connected and you deserve to know.”

You held his hand, “Well, you’re telling me now, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, you’re right, I am. Um, do you remember how Will Byers disappeared around the same time?” Steve asked.

He explained everything that he knew about the Demogorgon. At least, that was the name the kids gave it. How it went between dimensions and hunted people. It was attracted to blood and Barb had just the luck of cutting herself at his party. Something that he never thought would have been a big deal. He never even invited her, Nancy just insisted she come. In hindsight, Steve still didn’t get it, but it didn’t matter because she ended up getting killed either way.

No one knew if she died due to exposure to the other dimension or if she was eaten. Well, if anyone knew, they never told Steve about it. In all fairness, at the time he only cared about not getting into trouble for that said stupid party. He hadn’t realized how bad things truly had been.

Steve even tried to explain why he had cut you off so many times at that time. Right when you needed someone the most, he knew he couldn’t be around you when you were that hurt by what happened to Barb. It would have only made him more guilty.

“I know I shouldn’t have said those things, and you were smart for not wanting anything to do with me at the time,” Steve said.

You frowned, “You were grieving too. I never thought about that… I mean, you were still a total asshole, but I thought you were just doing it because you could. Because you wanted to just hurt me even more. I- I’m so glad that I was wrong about all of that.”

“I’m still so sorry that I said those things. That I told you she wasn’t going to come back. I knew she was dead and- well, hearing you talk about her like she just went on a road trip was hard to hear.”

You nodded slowly, “Yeah, I never really thought about that.”

“Of course you didn’t. I’d be surprised if you put all the clues together on your own. I- I wanted to tell you, just so you know. I felt awful about never telling you what happened. Like, when I saw you biking all the way out-”

“Why didn’t you tell me then?”

“Well, I um… I didn’t think you’d believe me,” he said, shrugging, “Plus, if I didn’t let you do some sort of digging, I figured you’d just try the whole thing again and- I couldn’t leave you on the side of the road like that in the first place.”

“I mean, I guess you’re right,” you admitted, squeezing his hand.

In all fairness, you wouldn’t have believed almost anything that Steve told you. Though, it made a lot more sense. That entire first year after Barb went missing made sense. How Nancy and Jonathan seemed to both be aware of something completely unknown to you, that wasn’t you going crazy. You noticed all those weird things because there were weird things happening around you.

You took a look at the watch Steve wore, “We should probably get back, or I should anyways.”

“I’ll go with,” he replied as he got up, helping you off the grass, “I heard there was supposed to be some really good food after all this funeral stuff.”

You laughed as you got up and walked back to where everyone else was. No one seemed to notice that the two of you had been gone for a while. It seemed like people really had been shaken by this happening to someone they knew. Though, most of the town was in that boat. Around thirty people had been killed by whatever happened that night. You just knew it was a lot more complicated than some fire.

The funeral eventually ended and time continued to press onward. It was getting to be August once more and it was a lot better than the first time you tried to be with Steve. He was a lot more open, even if he didn’t explain himself completely. That wasn’t what you wanted. What you wanted was for him to know that he could trust you and that you cared about him.

Some nights, the strange monster would haunt your dreams and it would force you awake in the middle of the night. Steve wasn’t always there when you woke up, but he was always ready to answer the phone. Then, he would sneak up into your room and hold you close until you officially calmed down.

While you didn’t mention it, you thought it was stupid of you to be so hung up over something you saw. Something that didn’t even feel real. Steve was the one who dealt with all that. It made sense for him to be so shaken up about it. Though, you knew he would have insisted that you had every right to be scared of that thing. You would have been an idiot to not be scared of that sort of thing.

One morning, you were in the garden, watering some red tulips when Steve came in. He tended to pop in whenever. While the summer was nearing an end, you saw a lot more of him than you had before. Sometimes it was with the kids or with Robin, but he was getting paid rather nicely after losing his job since the place burned to the ground.

You two got plenty of time alone, but you were used to that. What you weren’t used to was him holding your hands in front of the kids he watched while Dustin would make some comment about it. While it was a quick way to make your face heat up and look at the floor, it also meant that Steve cared about you enough to show you to other people. That was more than you ever expected in the past.

“So… before everything at the mall, did you ever see anything weird that you couldn’t explain?” he asked, leaning on one of the tables inside your greenhouse.

You shrugged, “I don’t know, what constitutes weird?”

“Uh, let’s say something you saw once and then never again. Something you always had questions about but never got an answer that made sense, those types of things.”

You stood there and looked around, trying to think of something. The last couple of years had been so odd and you never expected to get a serious answer to your questions. Yet Steve was right there, always more than happy to offer an explanation at this point.

“Oh! I got it, back around last Halloween, when all the farmers lost their crops, everything I had planted in the ground just went rotten. Our new tree died and it was from some weird, slimy fungus. I think it was from some slugs I caught on a couple of plants, but they were really odd slugs too.”

Steve looked at you, “Wait, you saw actual slugs? Were they normal and you just didn’t recognize them or… what?”

“Well, I don’t know, they didn’t have the right coloring and they were hiding in some of the shadiest, darkest parts of the greenhouse which made it so hard to find them and throw them out,” you explained, “Wait, why do you ask?”

Steve took a deep breath, “You’ll wanna sit down for this one. I know exactly what you’re talking about.”

You went out of the greenhouse and sat on the lawn. Steve sat next to you and began to explain what happened all those months ago.

While you were busy wondering what could have been if Steve had decided to get back with you before that point, he had been learning about how those slugs were actually monsters. That the rot in the ground was from that other dimension. You had been a mere few feet away from tunnels that ran throughout the entirety of Hawkins.

Every time you picked up a slug and threw it out into the lawn, those things were going to molt into things similar to the Demogorgon creature that Steve described at the funeral. You had been so close to such a terrible fate this entire time and you never would have guessed it.

“So… you’re saying I’m really lucky to be alive right now?” you asked.

Steve nodded slowly, “Yeah, uh, I guess I am. I- I guess I knew about the whole thing with your plants, but I didn’t really connect it all until now.”

“Makes sense why you were with all those kids now,” you said.

At least, you were able to understand why Steve would be the one watching all those kids while Will was possessed by something from that different dimension. You just could barely believe that it happened twice. Well, technically three times, but you didn’t know much about the events of that summer.

To try and make up for such a jarring conversation, Steve got you lunch at the diner you liked so much. It just felt so surreal that you could have ended up exactly like Barb. Only, you weren’t so sure you would’ve had as many people out looking for you. Steve probably would have tried to do something, but he probably would’ve figured out what happened to you.

At least you wouldn’t have had some poor girl on a wild goose chase that she set up for herself just to try and find you. There was something mildly assuring about that. Though, if nothing else, hearing that finally got you to feel like you truly were lucky to still be around.

Time continued to pass by and you stayed with Steve. He was so good to you and you did everything you could to make him happy. School started and he was starting to look for another job with Robin as it became clear he wasn’t going to be getting whatever severance pay he had gotten for forever.

All the finances that dealt with your step-dad’s passing were still being sorted out. Though, it seemed more and more like everything was going to go to your mom. He never had a will in place, no matter how hard Tommy tried to insist they keep looking. At this point, you were sure he was just trying to delay the inevitable. Not that you thought your mom was going to cut him off. Though, you mainly hoped that just because it would keep him out of Hawkins.

The leaves on the trees were starting to turn orange, red, and gold in the park that you walked through with Steve. You had just gotten out of school and you wanted to see him. It had only been a day, but you had spent a lot of that day seeing other dumb couples getting to see each other the whole time.

“Hey, I think it’s about time I told you why I was so late to your party,” Steve said as he pulled you over to a park bench.

You nodded, “Okay. Is this the last thing of all the stuff that I’m technically not supposed to know?”

“Yeah, I think this is it. And if anything else happens, I swear I’ll tell you the first moment I think anything is going on,” he squeezed your hand, “It’s funny, because I was actually really close to telling you about this one before any of the crazy stuff happened.”

Steve finally explained everything with the Russian code that Dustin found that summer. How it all led to the Russian Base in the mall that had been spoken about on the news. The reason you didn’t see him at work was because he had been stuck down there, getting tortured by Russians. All the while the Mind Flayer that pulled the strings a year ago came back for more.

Your step-dad had both been killed by the monster and was the monster all at once. It made a lot more sense once Steve explained what happened in full, but it did make you feel sorry for him. Mostly because you couldn't imagine what being killed like that must have felt like.

“So, that thing I saw that night, that was a bunch of melted up people?” you asked, furrowing your brow.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, it’s pretty gross to think about, but that’s how it happened. It’s all over this time, though. At least, I think so.”

“Hey, I’m sure it is. Whatever gate existed before is closed now and no American or Russian is gonna be able to change that again. It’s over,” you insisted.

At least, you hoped it was. You couldn’t blame Steve for being skeptical about it after the same thing happened three times. Still, you had been around through all of that one way or another. You weren’t planning on leaving now that you knew the full story.

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Imagine Nancy Trying To Find You After The Events at The Star Court Mall

Title: My Savior

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Fem Plus-Size!Reader

Request By: @soggy-enchilada

Warning: Mention of Blood and little angst

Worry is all that flooded Nancy’s mind.

The disappearance of so many people, due to the events at Start Court Mall, made the town distraught as they tried to find their loved ones. So many were consumed and flayed to make the body mass of the mindflayer. Nancy knew that everyone in her family was safe as they went back home after the event of that night but there was one person she was fretting over. You.

You, her axe wielding outdoorsy rescuer who she secretly was smitten for. When Johnathan and Nancy went out looking for Barb and Will, you had been in the area. You were collecting wood for your hidden cottage when you felt yourself being watched. Dropping the forgotten kindling on the forest floor, you held you axe in hand to protect you from whatever unknown that was in the forest.

“NANCY!”

“JOHNATHAN!”

You heard screams coming from not too far away.

‘What the hell are people doing out so late in the forest?!’ you thought. At least you knew the forest like the back of your hand, unlike the locals who were out here with you. Still being cautious about whatever was watching, you followed the sound of the screams holding your axe ready to attack.

You found the boy first. Slightly lanky in posture, bowl cut hair, adorned in a black jean jacket and flashlight in hand. A foul smell lingered in the air of similar odor to decaying animal flesh. You noted the smell earlier when you first ventured into the woods that night but never thought to go investigate. The smell was the strongest here.

“Nancy?” the boy called out getting on all fours in front of a tree. You observed from behind a tree close by, wondering why he was talking to the stump part of the tree. Not to seconds later you could see a hand emerge from the stump, making the boy jump backwards. From your view from behind a substantial tree, it scared you half to death to see a slimy small human hand emerge from the tree. You crouch down in the wilderness, slowly making your way closer to what’s happening. You wanted to be close enough if you had to step in but far enough to be able to run away.

“JOHNATHAN!” a voice screamed coming from the tree. Johnathan, you assumed, responded immediately after being startled by the hand before calling out to the voice.

“Nancy!?” Johnathan scrambled to reach for the hand popping out of tree and started pulling like he was in a game of tug-o-war. Pulling with all his might, he dragged her out from the slimy abyss in the tree, and she landed on top of his form.

Thinking that she was free, Nancy let out a long held frightened sigh at what just happened to her. Where did she go? What was that thing?! Flooded her shaken mind. All that mattered was that she was out of there and was now safe.......or so she thought.

Gone without notice to the locals, except you, materialized an appendage of some sort that reached through the flesh veiled cavity. What looked to be a clawed hand unfurled from the form of a fist and seized the teenage girl by the foot.

‘It’s got me,’ is the only singular thought that popped into Nancy’s brain as she felt her heart drop to the bottom of her toes where the creature had a grasp on her and tugged. Nancy let out a yelp as she felt herself being tugged backwards towards the hole, startling Johnathan. It took him a couple of seconds to realize until he felt Nancy being pulled off of him.

“Hold on Nance!” Johnathan clambered back onto his feet before grabbing under her arms and tugged back. The creature was strong and Johnathan could feel his feet starting to give out beneath him.

“Don’t let me go!”

“I won’t!”

It was now or never you thought. You let the creature get to the locals or you help out. You chose the latter. You ran from behind your new hiding spot behind a fallen tree, axe glistening in the moonlight, ready to help the locals.

Too focused on the monster grabbing Nancy’s leg, neither Johnathan and Nancy noticed your incoming approach. Johnathan gave one massive tug, exposing the arm further out from the decaying hole.

You wound up for the swing, axe coming from directly behind your head down onto the creatures extremity. Clean cut to the bone off came whatever limb that tried to grab the poor girls leg. Thank god you had sharpened your axe that morning.

The creature let out a haunting shriek feeling the detachment of it’s limb to it’s body and retreated the rest of the limb back to through the flesh veil.

You looked at where the girl was pulled out of. It was some type of fleshly decaying hole that was closing as to be no longer used and revert back into the bark and wood it originally was.

The detached hand laid limp on the ground. You bring the axe down one more time to make sure that it wouldn’t suddenly start moving. You had seen John Carpenter’s ‘The Thing’ too many times to know to always make sure it was really dead. You could feel small splotches of blood from the creature on your round cheeks as if they were supposed to be freckles.

You took a couple of breaths trying to calm down from the sudden adrenaline rush before turning to the two horrified teenagers still on the ground.

You dropped the axe to the side to make yourself less intimidating to them and spoke, “What the hell are you guys doing out here?”

“We could ask you the same,” spoke Johnathan.

“I live out here,” you stopped before offering each of them a hand. They looked at each other and then decided to take your hand. Johnathan got up with your help fine, but Nancy stumbled into your stocky form.

“Woah there, you’re probably feeling some effects of shock...” you trailed off trying to get a name from the girl

“Nancy, and this is Johnathan,” she motioned to Johnathan behind her as she moved back from you regaining her footing, “How did you find us?”

“Well when your screaming bloody murder it’s not that hard to find someone. You guys had let the whole forest know you’re out here. You guys should come with me if you want to survive the night out here,” you warned them.

Nancy could feel the genuineness in your words, after all you just saved her from that thing. Nancy was about to take a step forward to follow you, but Johnathan held out an arm to stop her.

“Wait. Why should we go with you?” Johnathan sized you up, trying to tell if you had other intentions. You didn’t like when people would give you once overs, especially after you save their life.

“Do I need to remind you that I just saved you and your friend here,” you scoffed, “besides I know the forest like the back of my hand. I can show you back wherever you came from in the morning, it’s too dangerous to go now. I have a cottage that’s a five minute walk from here, but it’s fine by me if you get lost. I was just trying to help,” you picked up your axe and rotated to the walking direction of your cabin.

“Wait we’re coming,” Nancy spoke up gathering her bearings and grabbing Johnathan by the arm and dragging him along.

Nancy was thankful that she followed back to your cottage instead of getting lost that night in the woods. Over the next two years, Nancy would visit once a week. Being saved from a monster can really bond two people together.

A lot of the time she would help tend to the greenery placed in your cottage. You had an affinity for growing plants, flowers, and natural herbs in your house. In addition to your indoor plants, you kept a small self built green house in the back where you held all your vegetables and fruits. In the spring and summer, elegant colourful flowers would surround your property like it had came straight out of a fairy-tale.

Being around you was very calming, Nancy thought in comparison to the monster hunting life, it was peaceful almost. She could see why you liked living here in the woods.

You told her that your parents had home schooled you in the cabin up until last year when they had their ‘car accident’. There was two reasons why you stayed out of suburban Hawkins and lived in the forest you told her. You stayed because it’s your parents house and it was the only thing you had let of them and you don’t think that Hawkins would be very accepting of you per say.

You waited a year of knowing Nancy, before you officially told her of your liking towards the same sex. Instead of revolting away in disgust or showing if she uncomfortable, she sat there shocked, not in a bad way but just in surprise. You told that she wouldn’t have to worry about you liking her or any of the sort, you told her that you just wanted to get it off your chest.

It might have stopped your crush from ever growing bigger than it already was on Nancy but it didn’t stop hers. Yes she might have went out with Steve and Johnathan, and liked being with them, but that didn’t stop from hiding her curiosity towards you.

Nancy was worried when she hadn't heard from you in the days leading up to the battle of Star Court, but she was so caught up in everything that she didn’t have time to make a trip out to you in the forest. When she learned that Brimborn Steel Works, the breeding ground for the mind-flayer was near your property, she hopped into her mom’s station wagon and sped to your property, giving no regard for the speed limit on the road.

Pulling up onto the dirt road path that lead up to your house, she spotted your red Chevy LUV pickup at the side of the cottage in it’s usual spot. That meant one of two things to Nancy. You were either inside live and well tending to your plants or not inside at all and had been taken by Billy Hargrove to be used by-

Nancy didn’t even want to think of the possibility of you being dead.

Nancy pulled on the sleeves of the sweater she wore. It was actually your sweater. You gave her the sweater that night as something temporary to use for clothing instead of wearing the mucus-caked one’s she had on. It was a bit big on her petite form but kept her warm nonetheless. She never really gave it back, but you didn’t mind her wearing it. It looked better on her, you’d believe as you’d try to suppress a smile.

Nancy got out of the and took notice that the flowers had been wilting while some had died and looked to be rotted.....just like the pumpkins on the Wright farm pumpkin patch last year.

Nance could feel the spike of fear stabbing her heart and rushed over to your front door banging on it to see if you were home.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)” Nancy shouted still pounding of the door.

No use. Nance went to the side window where your bedroom was. Everything looked still and untouched in your bedroom. On the inside window sill sat the small fern plant that Nancy had bought you for your birthday a couple months ago. The fern was no longer a bright and lively green but now shriveled and looking ready to turn to dust.

Nancy went back to your front door and tried banging again. No answer. You would have answered though. The only people that visited you were her and Johnathan.

‘No answer, wilted flowers, dead fern, untouched room, no answer, rotten flowers, dead fern, untouched room’

Nancy collapsed to the ground knowing the worst happened.

It got you.

Quiet sobs racked her form as she felt her heart rip string by string. She lost her savior.

You had just finished cutting down logs for the day in the forest. Wheelbarrowing them back to the cottage, you noticed Nancy’s mom’s station wagon on your dirt path. You put the wheelbarrow down and jogged down the path to your cottage.

You were so worried about Nancy(more than anyone) and everyone especially since the steel works was on your way to town and you knew that that thing was there. You didn’t want to risk going into town if it meant risking your life against that abomination. You guess that they took care of it if that meant Nancy is here.

You looked at your porch as you jogged to your cottage and notice a petite form, one that you could recognize anywhere, curled in a ball on it.

“NANCY!” you shouted still jogging over, “NANCY!”

She heard her name and lifted her head. There you were, coming over like a dream that she made up in her head to console her about your death. But you were too real for her to be imagining right then. She wiped the tear tracks from her face and then clambered to get up and run to you.

Nancy ran into you not wasting any second longer to be consoled by you in your comforting soft arms.

“I thought you were dead!” Nancy cried into strong shoulder, hugging you, “Please don’t ever scare me like that (Y/N)! I can’t loose you”

“Hey, hey it’s alright Nancy Drew. I’m here, I’m alive” you pressed a comforting kiss against her forehead.

“But but the flowers! You didn’t answer, I thought they took you,” Nancy whimpered still in slight hysterics.

“Nance everything is okay, well maybe not the flowers, but I’m fine. I was just out chopping wood. I had to make some of the flowers wilt in case anyone came around and thought I was here and take me. But hey, I’m not going anywhere,” you leaned your forehead against hers

“Promise?”

“What kind of savior would I be?”.

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#nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler imagine #nancy wheeler imagines #nancy wheeler oneshot #stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things season 3 #stranger things season 1 #stranger things x reader #nancy wheeler x fem!reader #nancy wheeler x plus-size!reader #nancy wheeler x plus size!reader #nancy wheeler x plussize!reader #x reader #reader #imagines

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magniloquent-raven · 4 years

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so, uh, this fic is inspired by this post. cuz @bambixxblue tagged it as billy/steve and the idea lodged itself in my brain. so here y’all go, pls enjoy

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Valentine’s Day was a month ago. Steve had, on a whim, bought a box of chocolates. The heart-shaped box kind. It was a deep shade of red, and, because he wasn’t drunk when he bought it, the least frilly one he could find.

It was a completely normal thing to do in early February. Especially for a guy like Steve. He might have been dethroned and dumped for the school creep but he was still rich and good-looking, people expected him to be putting himself out there. It had been months since he and Nancy broke up, enough time for him to have moved on.

And he had. Moved on. Hence the Valentine’s Day gift.

He was sweaty and anxious the whole time he was in the store, worried that someone might look at him and just know. Know who the chocolates were for.

No one did, because it was a dumb thing to worry about, but he still left with his heart in his throat and his palms sweating through his gloves.

He drove home a little faster than normal that day, and his hands shook as he unlocked the front door.

Once Steve got inside he stared at the bag in his hand. Stared at it, and...god, this was such a stupid idea. This was the kind of shit he did for girls he liked, back before Nancy. He could just walk up to them in the cafeteria and their friends would giggle and blush and it was all so easy, but this...

He couldn’t do that with Billy. Nothing about this situation was easy.

The chocolates ended up shoved in Steve’s sock drawer, and he spent the next month trying to forget the whole thing.

Which is hard because he and Billy are friends now. At first it was a silent truce. A shared cig here and there while they were waiting for the kids. Then there was Billy’s muttered apology, and Steve’s tentative forgiveness.

Then suddenly Billy was everywhere, and Steve...well, Steve apparently hadn’t learned much from getting his heart broken before because he fell hard. Again.

So now they’re hanging out in Steve’s back yard sharing a blunt and he’s trying really hard not to think about how his mouth is touching something that Billy’s mouth also touched because he’s apparently been transformed into a twelve-year-old who’s never been kissed and gets worked up about shit like that.

It’s, frankly, very embarrassing.

“—and I told her, it wasn’t happening, but—” Billy’s rambling about something, smoke trailing from his lips, and Steve isn’t hearing a single word. “—Harrington?” Steve blinks a couple times. Refocuses. “You with me, man?”

“Um.”

Billy snorts, “Yeah, didn’t think so.” He’s grinning though, slow and lazy. He only smiles like that when he’s high, like he’s shed a couple layers of whatever keeps him wound so tight when he’s sober. “S’cool.”

“So, uh, what were you...?” Steve rubs the back of his neck, sheepish, and looks away. It’s easier to listen to Billy when he isn’t looking at him. His face is...distracting. His everything is distracting, actually.

“Ugh, fuckin’ Amy. Chick won’t leave me alone. It’s annoying.”

Right. Billy’s endless line of suitors. Steve’s favourite thing to talk about. He shrugs in a way he hopes is noncommittal. “She’s cute though.” He glances at Billy, who’s wrinkling his nose.

“Why don’t you date her then,” he grumbles.

“I did. Sort of. Sophomore year I bought her flowers for Valentine’s Day and then we hooked up a couple times.” He immediately regrets bringing it up. It reminds him of the aborted Valentine’s Day gesture stuffed in his dresser. Thinking about it ever is awkward, but doubly so when Billy’s sitting right next to him.

“Right, forgot you used to do that stuff.”

“What stuff?”

“Girls.”

Steve chokes on his spit. “You’re an asshole,” he coughs, while Billy cackles at him and pats his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Billy hums. His expression settles into something more pensive. “You didn’t do anything this year though. You’re not still hung up on Wheeler are you?”

“No!” he says it too quickly, too vehemently. Billy raises his eyebrows. “I mean—I—I’m not. I was gonna do something but—” Steve’s whole face feels like it’s on fire and he bites his tongue. Literally. He clenches his jaw to keep any more words from coming out. Billy’s hand is still on his shoulder and it feels like a lead weight.

“Oh yeah?” His voice is light but Steve can feel Billy’s fingers tighten on his sleeve, clutching at his shoulder. Steve’s brain goes a little fuzzy. “Why didn’t you?”

He cannot have this conversation. He can’t. It shouldn’t happen. He repeats it, in his head, panicking and anxious, guts in a knot, but the words slip out anyway. “No point. It...wouldn’t have gone over well.”

“Come on, King Steve’s afraid of a little rejection now?”

Yes. Terrified.

Maybe it’s the weed making him stupid. Or maybe he just wasn’t that bright to begin with. Or maybe monster hunting has made him reckless even in the face of fear, because he stands then, tells Billy to wait and walks into the house.

His body feels numb. There’s nothing but the roar of his heartbeat and a sick, anxious twist in his stomach.

The box is a little squashed. There’s a crease in the cardboard lid, a jagged line across the length of it.

It feels like he’s barely had time to blink before he’s in his back yard again, looking down at Billy. He’s sitting on one of the lounge chairs, blinking at Steve. His button-up is askew, hanging off to one side and half unbuttoned, his eyes are a little bloodshot, his hair is tangled from the breeze, and Steve’s never seen anyone more beautiful.

He drops the box in Billy’s lap.

“There’s no note or anything. I...didn’t think I’d actually...It’s been sitting in my sock drawer for a month because I was too chickenshit to tell you that I—anyway, that’s for you. It’s for you, ok? And that’s why I didn’t do anything for Valentine’s Day, because I’ve liked you for months and I knew it was stupid to do anything about it, but, well, no one’s ever accused me of being smart.” Steve lets out shaky breath that’s half sigh, half self-deprecating laugh. He feels like he’s about to shake apart, he’s trembling so hard.

Billy hasn’t said anything. He’s staring at the box in his lap, putting his hands around it real careful like he’s afraid to break it. Or afraid it’s going to explode. Honestly, Steve can’t read how he’s feeling about the whole thing but he’s bracing himself for the worst when Billy finally looks at him, wide-eyed. “You...I...” he trails off, then shakes his head, laughing.

And...it’s not the worst thing that could have happened. But it still hurts. Steve’s getting ready to bail so he can cry himself to sleep when Billy stands up, a weird look in his eye. “Wait here,” he says, and walks off. Which. What.

Forty-five excruciatingly long seconds later Steve—who hasn’t moved, can’t, he’s panicked and frozen—feels a hand on his shoulder.

Billy’s back, and...

He shoves something crumpled and pink into Steve’s hands.

“That’s been in the glove box of my car for a month.” It shows. The edges are bent and there’s a split up one side of the lid. There’s a bow on it, squished beyond saving, with a little card hanging off it that says pretty boy in smudged ink. “Couldn’t keep in in the house ‘cause I got drunk and fuckin’ wrote on it, like an idiot,” Billy’s fidgeting with his hands, not looking at Steve.

He looks nervous, even though Steve was the one who brought this shit up in the first place, even though Billy already knows Steve has feelings for him. Even though Billy Hargrove never gets nervous.

Steve’s heart is so full it hurts. “I kind of love you,” he blurts, too loud and extremely unsmooth. He can’t feel embarrassed about it though, because Billy finally looks at him and the look on his face takes Steve’s breath away.

He’s got this tiny little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes are wide and wet and hopeful, and who gave him the right to have eyes that blue, and his freckles—

Billy’s standing a lot closer than he was before, and Steve’s pretty sure he’s forgotten how to breathe entirely by this point. Which is fine, because he can feel Billy’s hand sliding across the back of his neck, threading through his hair, and if this is how he dies then so be it.

And then Billy presses a kiss to Steve’s cheek, to his nose, his forehead, so softly, cradling his face like it’s something precious and Steve is so happy he could cry.

“Oh,” he breathes, quiet, afraid to break the moment.

Steve can feel Billy’s smile again his cheek, “Yeah,” he says, breath hot in Steve’s ear.

He doesn’t say anything else. Doesn’t need to. Steve pulls him close and kisses him soundly and he knows he’s loved too.

#stranger things #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #steve is SMITTEN #lbr they both are #they're so soft for each other it's embarrassing #this is...fluffier than what i usually write #and SO MUCH LONGER THAN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE #a raven's writing desk

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pretend-writer · 4 years

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Goodnight (Stranger Things)

Summary: Steve witnesses his crush, Y/N arguing with her boyfriend Billy while at a party.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader, Steve Harrington x reader, Robin Buckley x platonic!reader

Title Reference: Goodnight x Cher Lloyd

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning: party, alcohol, swearing

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POV

With a red solo cup on one hand, I tried to grab onto anything that I could with the other. Being at a random house party that Billy dragged me to was one thing, I was so drunk I felt like I was going in circles.

The pool caught my eye as I was walking down the stairs and I was suddenly so intrigued to step outside. Maybe it was the alcohol talking but it felt as though the crowd in the house was starting to suffocate me. I needed some fresh air and sitting by the pool sounded good.

As I opened the door to the backyard, I heard lips smacking loudly. It was my boyfriend, Billy making out with a girl. My heart dropped as I witnessed the man I love cheat on me right in my face.

'Did you really leave me in the fucking house to cheat on me?' My anger came out as I was too pissed to go hide and cry.

Billy turned around and walked over to me. 'I couldn't be bothered babysitting you. You're fucking drunk out of your mind.'

'That doesn't give you the right to go try to fuck some girl.' I threw the rest of the drink I had in my cup into Billy's face. 'You wanted to come to the party knowing you were going to be with some other girl, huh?'

'What kind of bullshit, no!' Billy grunted, wiping the drink off of his face. 'Don't you ever do that to me again.'

I clenched my fist, 'It's more where that came from. Billy, how dare you! You're so fucking pathetic, I can't believe you.'

'Oh, you're angry now but you're so drunk that you're going to forget it ever happened.' He shook his head. 'Y/N, you're going to crawl back to me tomorrow. Just watch.'

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Steve POV

I saw Y/N wobbling to the backyard, I tried to keep an eye out for her as she was pretty drunk. If it wasn't for her dating Billy, I would of helped her. Last time I was talking to her in the school hallway, Billy shoved me in the lockers and told me to fuck off.

Especially having a crush on her since we've became lab partners, I wouldn't want to jeopardize their relationship nor do something to get her in trouble.

Even if Billy was a fucking asshole, I respected her relationship. Hell, maybe he was a different guy when he was with Y/N. Or so I thought until I saw them having a heated argument outside by the pool.

'Isn't that Y/N?' Robin elbowed me on my side as I start to worry about Y/N. Of course I knew it was her but I couldn't tell her that I was eyeing her the whole time we been at this party. Robin added, 'We should go help her.'

My heart told me to go save her from that fucking prick but I cared too much to try to butt into their relationship. It was bad enough Billy was always onto me whenever I would talk to her, I wouldn't want to be in Y/N's business like that. 'Couples argue all the time, I wouldn't want to pry.'

'You're right, you're right.' Robin sighed as she turned around to get another drink from the fridge.

Then I saw a girl with hickeys on her neck coming in as their argument escalated; I could only assume Billy was with her outside before Y/N got there. The assumption suddenly made my anger take over my body and without thinking, I stomped outside.

'Harrington, what are you doing here? Can't you see I'm having a conversation with my girlfriend?' Billy's hair and shirt was wet from when Y/N swirled a drink on him.

'I can see you're being a fucking dick.' I chuckled, 'I saw the girl you were with so clearly you're in the wrong. Apologize to her.'

Billy shook his head, 'Stay out of my goddamn business.'

Grabbing Y/N's hand, I pulled her behind me. 'It's my business now so you either apologize or get the fuck out of here.'

'Steve, you okay?' Robin came out rushing as she stood by my side.

'You leave with your girlfriend and leave mine alone.' Billy approached me, trying to shove me to the side as he reached for Y/N.

'Get off of us!' I shielded her away from him, making sure he doesn't lay his hands on her.

'Stop!' Robin screamed as she pushed Billy into the pool. The three of us watched the water splash, 'Oh my goodness.'

Y/N's eyes widened as she watched her boyfriend fall into a pool. I did feel bad that we shoved Billy but she didn't deserve to be treated the way he did. She slowly backed away from the poolside, 'Should we run?'

'Uh, yeah.' Robin grabbed Y/N's hand and stormed away towards the front of the house, where she parked her car.

I followed the two, looking back every now and then to make sure Billy wasn't following us. I heard him grunting as we left so at least I knew he wasn't dead or drowning.

Robin helped Y/N into the back of the car as I finally caught up to them. Getting into the passenger seat, Robin took off.

After buckling up, I turned around to check up on Y/N. Turns out that the alcohol immediately caught up to her as she was already asleep.

'You like her don't you?' Robin asked me, not taking her eyes off the road.

I licked my lips as I watched Y/N sleep soundly in the backseat. Just looking at her pure face as she lightly snored made my heart full. It was so unfortunate that Billy had to ruin everything. 'I do, a lot.'

'Why haven't you ever told me?'

'Would it have mattered? She's dating Billy and I'm some random classmate from Biology. She doesn't care about me.'

As I turned back around to face the front, I felt Robin stare at me. By the way she looked at me, I knew that she sympathized with me.

It was more than a crush with Y/N, she made me feel different. Even if we only talked in Biology, she never made me feel stupid about something I didn't know in class. I felt some type of comfort with her, something I've never had with anyone; Not even with Nancy.

Whenever she wakes up in the morning, I hope she remembers everything that had happened tonight. She needs to realize how much of a dick Billy is to her. Y/N doesn't deserve any of this and I wish she knew that.

I wish she saw that I could treat her so much better and give her the love she deserves. But this was all just a dream because lets face it, I'd never get to be with a girl as special as her.

#steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove x reader #robin buckley x platonic!reader #steve harrington #billy hargrove fic #robin buckley fic #stranger things fic

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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Hi!! I was just curious about Nancy and Jonathan’s relationship in your mango series! I was wondering if Nancy was an alpha? If she is, does that mean that Jonathan is a Beta or an Omega? Kids??? I have so many questions and am way too invested in this tiny part of this universe lol Please feel free to make this into a part with Steve and Billy talking to them about pups and bonding if you would like.

Masterlist

Part 29

I realized I literally haven’t mentioned the Wheelers this entire time rip to them I guess

Also I’m using this part as background to everything esp how Billy and Steve got together. Also no monster au I guess? tbh this part just made me realize NONE of this series is thought out

I literally never established a timeline, so I’ve decided it makes more sense for Billy to come to Hawkins earlier. You’ll see lmao. (this started as a little nonsense thing so the timeline of the whole Mango series is so whack pls no one try and do the math)

+I had traumatic emergency surgery on my uterus several years ago, so I’ve based all of Steve’s stuff on that

Steve dated Nancy Wheeler for about a month.

He was always drawn to fiery alphas, liked when they had sharp tongues, weren’t afraid to speak their mind. He liked ‘em smart.

Nancy seemed perfect to him, but Nancy didn’t like how much work omegas were. They needed constant reassurance of love, so much touching and cuddling, and that’s just not how she operates.

They had been casually dating for about a month early in her sophomore year when he asked her to spend his heat with him. She knew that meant he was serious about her, and let him down as gently as she could.

He didn’t take it too hard, and even invited her to a party he was throwing at his big empty house.

That was the first night she really talked to Jonathan Byers.

Their families had always been close, and they had been uncomfortable acquaintances for a long time, but she found him making a pip out of an apple, sat in the kitchen with him and got stoned for the very first time.

They were sitting close to one another, leaning closer, about to kiss when there was a splash outside, there was screaming.

They rushed out to see Steve Harrington, wet and shaking in the cold November night air, doing CPR on, on Barb.

He yelled at Tommy H., told him to call an ambulance.

Barb looked bad. Her lips were tinged blue, her skin pale.

She sank down next to her. Jonathan gently touching her back.

Most of the kids ran when they heard authorities were coming.

She held Barb’s freezing hand until the paramedics arrived.

Steve hadn’t stopped doing CPR the entire time had heard Barb’s ribs crack and splinter from the force.

The paramedics called it.

Steve was never really the same after that. He had become more withdrawn, had quit the swim team and stopped throwing big parties, he started babysitting Dustin Henderson, ended up babysitting most of the party soon enough.

He was still nice to Nancy, would ask her and Jonathan to hang out sometimes. She always thought he was sweet that he was a big heart. Hell, she sat there while he did CPR on her best friend for twenty minutes, but it was easier with Jon. As a beta, she didn’t have to be someone she wasn’t just to keep him from emotional breakdown.

But then Billy Hargrove rolled into town in the beginning of the summer, was all California golden, a big imposing alpha, and she began seeing less and less of Steve.

She thought it was just a summer fling, Billy didn’t seem like the type to stick around for very long, didn’t seem like the monogamous type.

Steve had a bad habit of trusting alphas too quickly, had been with alphas that just wanted to be able to say they’d fucked a male omega.

They were so uncommon, and usually these alphas were just curious, knew male omegas were the only presentation identifiable at birth due to their genitals, had wanted to see for themselves.

But Billy stuck around, starting hanging around Steve wherever he was, joining him when he spent time with the party, or with Jonathan and Nancy.

Billy was starting to grow on her more, as she watched and realized he loved Steve, that he wanted to be as clingy as Steve needed.

They would go on double dates sometimes, and Billy would pull Steve to sit on his lap just as often as Steve would plop himself on Billy’s lap. So she guesses they’re kind of a match made in heaven.

And then Steve got pregnant.

And she expected Billy to run for the hills, but he didn’t. Got kicked out of his house for Steve, changed his whole world for Steve and their pup, and at this point, they were four years in, had two happy pups and we in the process of moving into their first house.

She and Jon hadn’t even talked marriage yet, let alone bonding, were focusing on getting through school.

They had both gone to New York without even consulting one another, decided they didn’t want each other’s college choices to affect the other, that they should pick the best school for themselves.

When they revealed to one another, Jon showed her his acceptance to NYU, his dream school, while Nancy had handed him her Columbia letter.

She got regular updates from Steve, letters stuffed full with photographs and weekly reports. She contacted a bakery local to him to send him a cake when he called and excitedly told her that he had finally gotten his GED, had dropped out of high school in the February of his senior year when he got kicked out of his house, when he was the talk of the whole damn town.

“Letter from Steve.” Jonathan placed the rest of the mail on the counter, ripping open the envelope. “He put in updated pictures of the girls, look.” Nancy cooed over the photos. There was a gorgeous one of all four of them at the beach, Steve had infant Zara strapped to his chest, Billy was holding Mina. It was so cute. “He said they finished painting the house and should be moving in this week.”

“He mention how he was doing?”

“Of course not, have you met him? The only reason we actually knew he almost fucking died was because Billy called us.”

“I guess you’re right.” She was still flipping through photos. “Oh look at this one!” It was Steve caught mid laugh while Mina was doing him hair behind him. “We should go out to California soon to see them. Especially once they’re in their house.

“I’m gonna write Steve back, maybe we could go for New Year’s, or something.” She smiled up at him, stretching on her toes to kiss his jaw.

“I think that sounds nice.”

Mina was currently in the process of showing Jonathan every single toy she owned.

His lap was full of plastic food, blocks, dolls, stuffed animals, books, everything. She was talking excitedly about her little toy Camaro, the one that looked just like Daddy’s!

Nancy was just laughing as Jonathan nodded along patiently. He talked to her like she was an adult, asking her details about each toy in a very serious voice.

Steve slowly set himself on the couch. His abdomen still sore from surgery a few months ago. He was holding Zara, all dressed up in a little onesie that looked hand-knitted.

“How are you doing?” Steve rolled his eyes. Jon and Nancy kept asking.

“Nance, I’m fine. Just sore is all.” He kept dodging her real questions. She knew that the doctor had told Steve there was a chance he wouldn’t be able to be pregnant again, knew it was probably weighing on him. She just looked back and Jon.

“How is Mina doing with Zara? I remember when Mike was born I wanted nothing to do with him.” Steve laughed, bouncing Zara a little.

“She loves her. I swear if she could get me and Billy outta the picture, she would rather raise Zara on her own.” Zara gave a little choked off wail. “Sweet Pea, you are fine.” He put her on his chest, patting her back. “How’s school and everything?”

“It’s good! Jon’s going to end up graduating a semester early, so he’ll be finished by this time next year.”

“Oh, wow. Good for him!”

“I hear you left work, how’s that going?” Steve shrugged.

“They could only offer me one month of leave, and with the surgery and everything, I needed much longer. But you know I don’t mind staying home with these two. I mean, Mina’s in full day preschool now, just Monday to Thursday, but Zara is pretty fussy, so it’s okay. Once she’s not breastfeeding anymore, I’ll probably find a new job.”

“And Billy’s school is going okay?”

“Oh you know him, just overachieving at every stage. He had to cut back on his hours at the garage, he got a really nice internship at a law firm in town, and he’s actually getting paid for it.” Billy had been studying pre-law at UCSD, wanted to go into some kind of prosecution, possibly specialize in domestic cases. His internship was more personal assistant work to one of the partners of the firm, but it was better money than the garage, and something to beef up his resume a bit more.

Steve could hear the garage door beginning to rumble and whine as it slid up.

“Speak of the devil.” He smiled at Billy as he came in, kicking off his shoes. Mina sprinted up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, standing on his feet as he walked over to everyone.

“You talkin’ ‘bout me, Pretty Boy?” He picked up Mina so he could perch on the armrest next to Steve, giving him a kiss.

“All good things. Kind of.” Nancy doesn’t think she’s ever seen Billy Hargrove in a suit. He loosened his tie, had take off his jacket to place into the coats closet, was currently rolling up his crisp sleeves. She could see edges of a few tattoos. She knew he and Steve had each gotten each others initials on their shoulder blades, adding the pups initials underneath them both. Apparently Billy was beginning to work on sleeves. “How was work?”

“Eh. Same old.” He shrugged, putting Mina down to go back to “playing” with Jonathan. He lifted Zara from Steve. “How are you doin’, Nancy? How’s the Big Apple?”

She waved a hand non-noncommittally. “Oh, it’s good. Jon’s working for some underground paper, shooting for punk shows.” Billy grinned.

“Well done, Byers. I’m sure your kid brother’s plenty jealous.” Jonathan laughed.

“He’s come up for a few of the shows he’s really wanted to see. Which is to say most of them.” The timer went off from the kitchen. Steve went to stand, only to have Billy push him back down, handing Zara back to him.

“Sit tight, Pretty Boy. I got it.” Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled softly at Billy all the same.

“He was a nightmare when we were moving in, wouldn’t let me lift anything over ten pounds.”

After dinner, Steve and Billy tag teamed putting the girls to bed.

It was kind of amazing to watch. Billy got Mina dressed for bed as Steve fed Zara, then they swapped, Steve made sure Mina brushed her teeth while Billy changed Zara, swapping again so that Billy could read a book to Mina and Steve rocked Zara to sleep.

They were so practiced and efficient, both girls were asleep with half an hour.

“You get a lot of practice with the bedtime thing. I mean, it’s every night.” They were sitting on the back porch, on patio furniture that had apparently been a gift from Claudia Henderson.

It was a perfect night, the Southern California air was just chilly enough to warrant a sweater, but perfect for just being in.

“There’s a park a few blocks that way that’s doing fireworks, we should be able to see them from here.” Steve had poured them each some champagne. Steve and Billy were sitting one the chairs across the little coffee table between them.

They chattered through as the clock ticked down, getting closer and closer to 1989.

Ten seconds to midnight, Billy helped Steve stand up. Five seconds to midnight, Jonathan was digging in his pocket.

The fireworks began as Steve pressed his lips to Billy’s. Nancy turned to do the same, choking on a gasp as she saw Jon down on one knee. Steve shrieked, scrambling for a camera.

“I wanted this to be the first thing I did this year.” Billy was grinning like an idiot, Steve was taking picture after picture, his big eyes full of tears. “I know you want to establish our lives before bonding or having pups, and that’s okay, we can just be engaged for a couple years, whatever you want.” Nancy had one hand in front of her mouth, tears dripping down her cheeks. “Whatdya say?”

“Oh my god, absolutely yes!” Billy and Steve cheered as Jon stood up, kissing Nancy before sliding the ring on her finger.

#yikes writes #mango #me before this part: I have never heard of the Wheeler family ever in my life #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove abo #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #omega steve harrington #alpha billy hargrove #mpreg

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fanficmarvelchick · 5 years

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Monster

Summary: You and Eleven were both experimented on and escaped together to Hawkins. You were in hiding and the last thing you expected was to meet a particularly confident bad boy with a secret heart of gold. (Billy Hargrove x reader)

Warnings: some violence

Word Count: 4.8k

You couldn’t quite tell if you hated being kept away from practically everyone in Hawkins or if it was just being kept away from Billy. It wasn’t like you didn’t understand why you couldn’t talk to him, or be friends with him, but you hated isolation.

It’s taken you years to break out with El. She was the last straw for you. You could handle the experiments. You could handle being locked in a dark cell for weeks at a time, but seeing her go through the same thing broke your heart. Eventually you’d convinced her to break out and the two of you went on the run. Truthfully, you’d have taken anything over being in that place, getting experimented on practically every damn day.

You’re abilities weren’t exactly stress free, and to you they felt generally unhelpful.

You were able to heal anyone and bring things back from the dead (well, only small animals like mice seemed to be able to come back to the real world).

To the untrained eye this might seem like an incredible ability, to be able to stop peoples suffering and take care of the people you love. But everything comes with a price.

For you, the bigger the injury the more pain it caused. Whenever you would heal another person, it was as if you were transferring their pain to yourself. You could feel exactly what they felt until whatever wounds they had were gone.

This still didn’t come close to the time you were forced to bring a mouse back to life. A mouse which they forced you to kill in the first place. The pain you felt was indescribable and dark. You eyes became black as you felt a burning sensation beneath your skin, flowing through your veins.

You’d vowed to never do it again. You’d pretend that you weren’t able to do it anymore. That you’re ability had faded. The scientists didn’t exactly believe you, but you were stubborn enough to stick to it.

When Hopper took you in with El, you told him about it. He promised you that you’d never have to do anything like that again, that he’d take care of you and the people around you.

He was the one who allowed you to go to school, though only under the condition that you spent your time with Steve, Nancy, or Jonathan.

You figured this would be easy. You liked all of them and they knew about your abilities. You also weren’t the most sociable person. Being locked away for most of your life can do that to you.

You remember when Billy arrived. As you were a very quiet person, you were able to listen in on peoples conversations about it.

Only minutes after his arrival and everyone had an opinion on him. All the ladies were swooning and all the men were jealous.

When he strolled into the school with a denim jacket and a cigarette hanging from his lips, you found yourself agreeing with the ladies. The way he walked like he owned the place and the surge of confidence flowing through him had you wishing you could speak to him. You knew you weren’t allowed and due to your gratitude to Hopper, you decided you’d let it go.

Months went by without anything different. You’d continued to spend your time with Steve and Nancy. Two people who definitely did not like Billy. You’d sit with Steve, listening to him complain about the new guy and how annoying he was. You realised pretty quickly that Steve felt threatened in his presence. This was something you’d never understand. You couldn’t really imagine feeling threatened by just another teenager, especially since you’d been faced with much worse in your time.

Your days soon began to change when you were in your English class and your teacher lost it. She’s snapped at this disruptive class and decided on a seating plan. The truth was you didn’t give a shit. It was like you talked to anyone anyway.

You were placed directly at the back of the class and right next to Billy Hargrove. What a surprise, you thought to yourself. Out of all the people, it had to be this boy.

It took only a few seconds before you noticed him open his mouth. He was not going to spend the class actually paying attention so he figured he’d annoy you instead.

“So what’s your story, huh?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and leaning towards you.

“Excuse me?” You replied, unsure of what he meant.

“Oh come on” he grinned. “No one can be as shy as you and not have a story”

“Uhh, I don’t have a story” you said quietly, glancing around the room.

“Why don’t you talk to anyone around here?” He asked, deliberately prying into your life.

“I’m talking to you, aren’t I” you replied quickly, giving him a shy smile as you twiddled your fingers. He gave you a smirk as he nodded in response.

“How’s it feel to be responsible for the seating plan? I mean, you’re definitely the one who caused it” he said with a smile, causing you to let out a chuckle.

“Shh, keep it down” he joked as he gave you a slight nudge with his elbow. You couldn’t even hide your smile if you wanted.

“Be quiet!” The teacher yelled, snapping her head towards Billy, feeling her blood begin to boil as she looked around at the class.

You let out a small giggle as you ducked your head down.

“That’s you she’s talking to” he whispered as he leant over.

“Definitely” you agreed with a smile.

When the class finished, you felt yourself for the first time thinking that the class went well. Being the quiet one and not talking to anyone usually resulted in boredom and an overall feeling like you were going to fall asleep.

As soon as you walked out the door, Billy appeared by your side.

“So eager to get to the next class?” He questioned, letting out a laugh.

“Wouldn’t quite say that” you replied.

“Are you saying you’re not the complete nerd that everyone thinks you are?” He grinned as he looked down at you.

“Maybe the real nerd has been you all along” You retorted with a chuckle.

“Oh shit you got me. Don’t tell anyone or my reputation will be ruined.” He replied, trying to hold onto a serious expression.

The two of you soon parted to go to your set page classes. As you were sitting in your next class you felt yourself smiling, so much so that Steve kept giving you strange looks.

“What’s got you in such a good mood? Not that it’s a bad thing” he asked, giving you a smile.

“She was talking to Billy in her last class” Nancy replied before you had a chance, shaking her head in disapproval.

“Whoa, whoa. Billy? As in Billy Hargrove? King douchebag of the school?” Steve said, giving you a shocked expression.

“You should not be talking to him. Literally any other living thing would be a better idea than that asshole” he continued, pursing his lips as Nancy nodded in agreement.

“I don’t know... he didn’t seem so bad” You replied quietly, keeping your head down as though you were being interrogated.

The weeks began to go by and you deliberately didn’t tell anyone about Billy. You hated how much your friends did not approve of him.

Billy continued to talk to you, chatting you up at any moment with little jokes and flirtatious comments. It had become his new mission to get you to loosen up.

“You still haven’t told me your story” Billy said as he walked up behind you in the car park. “You know I thought we had something special, Y/N” he added, giving you a sad pout and a frown.

“Alright here it is” you said, watching him lean towards you in excitement. “I’m a secret agent sent from the future”.

“I knew it.” He replied. “Everything about you screams badass secret agent, capable of assassination at a moments notice” he laughed as he walked with you.

Steve came walking up behind you and tapped you on the shoulder, distracting you for a moment.

“You ready?” He asked, pointing towards his car. He’s being driving you and Nancy to school for the last few months now since you’d never been given the chance to learn how to drive.

Before you could answer, Billy stepped in to face Steve.

“Don’t worry Harrington, I’ll take her home” he said.

“I think she’d rather go with me Hargrove” Steve replied, pressing his eyebrows together as he looked at you.

“Why don’t you let her decide” Billy said, looking at you with a smirk.

You didn’t have time to answer before Steve grabbed your hand and began walking to the car.

“Enjoy your night” Steve said with a big smile as he waved off Billy, causing you to let out a sigh as you were pulled away.

You spent the drive ignoring Steve. You hated that you didn’t have a choice. You hated being forced to avoid Billy and anyone else.

The day Nancy and Steve broke up felt like a small relief for you. Steve has now become so caught up with the break up that he didn’t have time to focus his attention on you.

You’d told each of them that you were spending time with the other whilst you secretly spent a majority of your time with Billy.

Billy had approached you after school at your locker when the bell rang.

“You ready to go?” He asked with a smile.

He’d been driving you home in secret for the past few weeks. Though you didn’t let him take you to Hoppers house. You told him to drop you off earlier and he never pushed to ask why. Truthfully, he was happy that he could finally drive you at all now that Steve wasn’t in the way all the time.

You nodded with a smile as you began walking to his car. He knew you wanted to keep it a secret that you were spending time with him so he was quick and discrete. He was also glad that Max wanted to hang out with her friends after school so he had time to talk to you instead.

When he pulled over at the usual spot he’d drop you off at, he turned off the car and leaned towards you.

“We could just sit here for a while” he suggested, looking you up and down for a short moment.

“You know I can’t” You replied, letting out a breath and you looked down.

“I really like hanging out with you... I just want you to know that” he said quietly with a serious expression.

“I like hanging out with you too” you replied softly, a small smile creeping across your face.

You watched him lean towards you, only a few inches away from your face as he looked into your eyes.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you felt yourself move towards him. He took this as a sign of encouragement before he closed the gap, pressing his lips against yours as his hand rose to cup your cheek. You felt yourself reciprocating, pushing back against him as you reached out, your hand pressing against his chest.

When the two of you parted, you couldn’t stop the smile appearing on your face.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” he laughed as his hand move to grip yours, allowing your fingers to intertwine with his.

“I couldn’t agree more” You replied with a grin as you squeezed his hand.

“I wish I could show you off to the world” he said, gently biting his lower lip.

“I guess I’ll have to be your little secret” you said with a small smile as you leant forward once again, softly pressing your lips against his.

The two of you went on like this for months. At school you’d act like you barely knew each other, trying so hard to make sure no one knew. It was a nightmare.

He’d always find ways to sneak touches or kisses. He’d find a way to catch you alone during the school day and would immediately be all over you, joking around with you or kissing your neck.

You’d sneak out in the late night and he’d be parked up the street, waiting for you so you could spend the night together.

You’d either spend the night sitting in his car talking until the sun came up, or he’d take you out. Either way, it’s all you could think about every night. You found yourself more and more drawn to him.

When the summer came and school finished, you could barely contain your excitement. Outside of working shifts as a lifeguard at the local swimming pool, he’d be with you. Lucky for you Hopper was often out and El knew how to keep a secret, especially since her and Mike were otherwise preoccupied.

You’d planned a night together after one of his shifts. He said that he’d take you out for dinner and then to a hotel for a proper night out. You couldn’t stop thinking about it all day.

That was until he didn’t show up.

All night you waited for him to pick you up. You couldn’t stop yourself from worrying. He had never once been late to be with you, he’d never even come close.

The next day you went to his work, knowing he had a shift scheduled. When you arrived and noticed he was in the locker room, you decided to follow him.

“Billy..?” You asked as you walked in, seeing him sitting on the floor of the shower with water running over his face.

“Hey...” you said softly. “What’s going in?”

He didn’t look at you but you could see he was shaking. He was curled up, holding his knees against his chest. You reached out your hand to touch him and he quickly grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t..” he said quietly.

“Billy, please tell me what’s wrong” you begged.

“Just stay away from me!” He said firmly as he flicked your hand away and stood up, quickly running out of the locker room.

You just stood there for a moment, your mind raising as a wave of confusion hit you. He’d never acted like this; you were beginning to worry.

Days went by like this.

He refused to talk to you, practically bolting away from you whenever he saw you.

You felt yourself panic, going over everything you’ve done and wondering why the hell he was acting like this.

Eventually you felt so confused and hurt that you told El. You confessed to everything. The secret relationship you’d had and how he’d been treating you lately.

You’d been expecting her to comfort you, giving you some type of comfort but instead it looked like a light bulb lit up in her head.

She didn’t waste a single second before telling you about him, about seeing him leaning over Heather. The blood ridden whistle in his bathroom and the similarities he was sharing with Will when he was possessed by the Mind Flayer.

You couldn’t believe it. Yet it made sense.

He’d never acted like this before and a part of you was grateful knowing that it might not be him doing this.

When El and her friends told you about the plan to lock him in the sauna, you were all for it. If this Mind Flayer piece of shit was in him then you wanted to know and you were going to find a way kill the thing yourself if you had to. There was no way you were going to let Billy be controlled by this thing.

When the door slammed shut on him in that sauna and he turned around, his eyes locking with yours.

“Y/N....?” He asked quietly, frowning as he took in a breath.

“What’s going on? What are you doing?” He asked as he glanced around, his confusion growing even more when he noticed Max.

“Open the door!” He yelled as he began to panic.

“Turn it up, Will” Mike said as Will increased the temperature.

You watched as Billy began to back up, his chest expanding rapidly as he began to breathe heavily. His hands rose to his head as he started to panic before your eyes.

“It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault!” He yelled as he collapsed to the floor.

You quickly walked forward, peering through the small window as you watched Billy sit on the floor.

“It’s not my fault, Y/N!” He yelled, his eyes tearing up.

“I’ve done some... bad things. Really bad things” he said as he looked up at you, his hands shaking.

“What did you do, Billy?” You asked softly, trying not to panic.

“It’s not my fault! He made me do it” he replied as he gripped his knees.

“Who made you do it?” You asked.

“I don’t know, it’s like a shadow” he responded, ducking his head as he tears began to pour down his cheeks.

“Please believe me, Y/N. It’s not my fault!” He pleaded before holding his head in his hands.

You couldn’t stop yourself from tearing up, seeing him like this made your heart ache.

“I believe you, Billy” you said. “It’s gonna be okay”.

You watched him continue to shake and shrink in on himself. You wished so badly you could go in there and wrap your arms around him. You wanted to stop him feeling like this and you wanted so badly to kill the Mind Flayer.

“Step away from the door” Mike chimed in causing you to turn around.

You barely had enough time to process before Billy launches himself your way, his hand smashing through the glass.

You felt Max pulling you way as Billy struggled to open the door. You’d never been frightened of him before but you were scared shitless watching him break out. The anger on his face sent chills up your spine.

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself backed against the wall as Billy came charging towards you. You were frozen, standing there waiting for him to attack you and you couldn’t move a muscle.

If it wasn’t for El, you would have let him kill you.

You hated how weak you felt as El stood in front of you, protecting you from Billy.

She was the only one who stood a chance against him and even she had been struggling. When his hand from gripped around her neck, you finally moved.

You sprinted up behind him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulder as you attempted to pull him away. Though it proved to not be very powerful, it did distract him enough for El to get away.

She collapsed against Mike as Billy turned to face you. Black veins were bubbling beneath his skin as he clenched his jaw. In all the anger in his body, you couldn’t help but notice his tearful eyes.

You noticed his feet planted on the ground as if he were struggling to stay still. If only you had known the battle going on in his head. How he was screaming for the Mind Flayer to stop, to not force him to hurt you. He couldn’t imagine being the one to cause you pain, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d ever hurt you and he was begging for you to run.

In this moment of him standing still, you used it to move it of his way. He thanked god you didn’t try to come at him, knowing you’d never stand a chance against this horrid version of himself.

He’d never felt so frightened in his life. The fear of hurting you had him cowering in the dark corner of his mind.

When El was able to fight him off, sending him through the wall. He didn’t hesitate before running. He would not fight you.

You refused to accept that he was lost. That you couldn’t save him.

Once the Mind Flayer had taken shape and targeted El, you realised the kind of danger you were all in.

You’d all been hiding in the Mall once Billy appeared in the car park. You were sucked behind the car, sitting closely beside Nancy as the two of you tried desperately to stay quiet.

Due to Lucas and his smart thinking, he was able to distract it long enough for you to run.

He quickly handed out fireworks and you all scattered, firing them off in order to distract it from El... who was clearly the prime target.

When Billy stormed in, you began to truly panic.

He’d been dragging El across the floor towards the Mind Flayer, ready to offer her up. You began running down to the first floor as she began to scream, attempting to fight him off to no avail as her abilities appeared dormant.

You were trying so desperately to get to her. Watching him push her to the ground and lean over her. Your mind was racing faster than you’d been moving. You couldn’t bring yourself to hurt him and yet here he was, ready to sacrifice your own family.

You were stopped in your track as you noticed a change in his eyes. He was leaning over her as she began to speak to him, his eyes softening by her words as he began to tear up. You had no idea what she had been saying, but you could help but notice the tears falling from his eyes as her hand rose to his cheek.

You watched from a distance as Billy began to rise, turning away from El as he looked up at the Mind Flayer. His shoulders were broad, fists clenched and his face full of anger.

It happened so fast. You watched the creature launch at El and couldn’t stop the scream pour out of you as Billy jumped in the way. He was attacked from all sides, blood staining his white shirt as he yelled in pain.

When it ripped through his chest, that was when you finally unfroze, racing towards him.

He collapsed to his knees before you came running up behind him, arms wrapping around him as he fell against you. His head pressed against your chest as you gripped him tightly, tears falling down your cheeks as you stared at him in shock. You didn’t notice the monster beginning to cave in on itself as it died. Your attention being so painfully focused on the man dying in your arms.

His eyes locked with yours as you rested his head in your lap, unable to stop yourself from crying.

“..Y/N” he choked, staring up at you as he struggled to breath.

“I’m s-sorry” he said quietly, his eyes moving towards the ceiling as his final breath was taken away from him.

You felt his entire weight in your arms as your mouth opened, trying to find anything to say. Your eyes moved rapidly over his face, refusing to accept that he was gone.

You pressed your forehead against his as your hand tightened around him. The palms of your hand began to tingle and heat up as your heart rate quickened. Your eyes clamped shut as you winced in pain; the heat spreading rapidly through your body.

You could feel sharp pains in your body, as through your skin was being torn and ripped away from you.

The pain he felt was so horrific, your chest feeling as though it was shattering beneath your skin. El was attempting to pull you away as you yelled in pain, tears rolling down your cheek.

Your vision went black before you could see him. Before you could see the wounds on along his body closing up, before you could feel his pulse coming back. You could only remember falling back against El before you became completely unconscious.

Light was stinging at the corner of your eyes as you opened them to see the ceiling. You frowned for a moment, feeling like everything had been an extremely vivid and painful dream.

You lurched forward in a panic as you looked around the empty room. It was your room for sure, but it was so quiet. You rushed out of the door as your heart races, eyes tearing up as you thought back to Billy.

Your body stopped suddenly, staring up into the eyes of Billy as he stood at the other end of the lounge. His lips parted as he thought of something to say but he came up with nothing.

You were moving so quick yet your body felt numb. It felt like someone was controlling you as you ran to him, jumping up and wrapping your arms and legs around him.

He immediately wrapped his arms tightly around you as he pressed his head into the nape of your neck, his eyes tearing up as he held you in his arms.

Your feet dropped to the floor as you stared up at him, eyes scanning his face. He was okay. He was alive. He was beautiful.

“Billy...” you whispered, your voice cracking as you felt yourself tear up.

His hand rose to your cheek as he sucked in a breath. He leant down slowly before pressing his lips softly and hesitantly against yours. His hands were resting on your waist as he kissed you, touching you as if you were made of glass.

He wanted to hold you so tightly against him, to pick you up and spin you around. He wished him could kiss you with every fibre of his being, but the fear of hurting you was still inside him.

You pulled away slowly, your eyes still closed for a moment as you let out a breath, savouring the feeling of him being right here in front of you.

As the weeks went by, he became slowly more comfortable with you again. But he was still so quiet. He never once talked to you about what he did and what it felt like.

You definitely didn’t want to push him but you knew how much it must be bugging him. There were moments when you’d catch him just thinking to himself, a sad look on his face and you knew he was going through memories of what happened.

The two of you were lying in your bed one night, facing each other and intertwining your fingers.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” You said quietly, giving him a small sympathetic smile.

He just looked away as he took in a deep breath.

“I can’t...” he replied softly.

“Whatever you did Billy... just know it wasn’t your fault” you said, your hand moving to rest on his cheek.

“It doesn’t change anything” he replied quickly as he looked into your eyes. “It was still me. I’m the one who hurt those people”.

“Don’t say that. You didn’t do those things. It was that piece of shit monster” you stared, unable to change your mind on the matter.

“But it was my hands, I could’ve killed El. I could have killed you” he replied, his hand rising to grip yours as he pulled your hand from his cheek.

“You died, Billy.” You said softly. “You died saving our lives”

“If that doesn’t prove you’re a good person... than I don’t know what does” you added, leaning in closer and squeezing his hand.

“I still don’t know how to thank you saving my life.” He replied before his hand loved to your waist, pulling you closer towards him.

“You don’t have to” You said softly. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, unable to understand how you could look pass the things he’d done. He couldn’t change how he felt about you, being more and more grateful everyday that you were here with him.

“God I love you” He whispered, inches away from your face.

You felt yourself freeze for a moment. He’d never said that to you, or anyone else for that matter. Your heart was racing as he stared into your eyes, but you did not need to think about a reply. It was simple.

“I love you too, Billy. So damn much” you replied, leaning in to kiss him again as he arm wrapped around you completely.

You spent the night in each other’s arms, holding onto him tightly, as though he might disappear if you were to let him go.

The two of you had been through too much now for you to drift away from each other. After all... you did have shared trauma.

-Hope you enjoyed! :) Thank you to @ateliefloresdaprimavera for the request!

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