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pappydaddy · 4 years

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A Lumberjack and A Mullet ii (b.h.)

A/N: This is the requested second part to A Lumberjack and A Mullet. This piece still references a bad home life and child abuse. However, this is going to focus more about Billy and the reader finding safety and happiness in each other, but unfortunately, there will be mentions of the abuse. Once again, this is not a good depiction of someone suffering through this situation since I am once again trying to keep this on the lighter side of things.

Disclaimer: This is an imagine that involves a very sensitive topic. This imagine contains mentions of child abuse, violence, and an unhealthy home life - please read with caution. Reader’s discretion is advised.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Show/Movie: Stranger Things

Requested

Loosely inspired by Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift bc I was listening to it when I started to write it and this happened.

Part One | Part Two -You’re here! | Part Three

Warnings: Mentions child abuse, violence, and an unhealthy home life. Reader’s discretion is advised.

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Here are some resources from child abuse advocates:

- Child Maltreatment from World Health Organization - Children Rights Organizations in Canada/some U.N.

If you or anyone you know faces the issues/treatment addressed in this imagine, please, please know that you are not alone, that someone out there can help you and understand what you are going through. Please never hesitate to reach out to organizations and advocates in your area. My DMs are always open for anyone who needs someone to talk to. Once again, please reach out to someone if you need help - there are tons of people to help.

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Billy Hargrove wasn’t a good idea. He was a heartbreaker, a playboy of great proportions, everyone saw it. Many have fallen victim to his charming ways and were left with their hearts bleeding in their hands. Even Y/N’s friends (who were far from angels themselves) were warning her about him, but they didn’t see the Billy she saw. Somehow, in that fateful Saturday detention, they managed to break each other’s walls down with a smile. The tenderness in his touch shocked Y/N when they first held hands, but it shocked her, even more, when he had the same tenderness when he had held her in his arms for the first time.

They had become dependent on each other. They were each other’s safe space. Even now, as Y/N cowered in the corner of her darkroom, flinching every time her father’s fist collided with the weak wood separating them. The wood cracked, it was only a matter of time until the door finally broke. Standing on shaky legs, Y/N trusted her gut - knowing that she had to get out of there in the case today was the day that the door gave out under the strong punch of her father. Her heart thundered, drowning out the thump of knuckles against the splintering wood as she grabbed her book bag. Slipping on her raincoat, she yanked open the window. A few raindrops fell through the open window, but she slipped through anyway, pulling the hood over her hair.

The night was darker than normal for ten at night, the rain clouds attempting to smother the moon’s light. The drop from her room was scary, her room being on the second floor and all. Her bag hit the wet grass before she eased herself out the window, her fingers gripping the ledge in terror. The soles of her converse kept slipping against the wet siding - her fingers becoming slick as rain pounded them. Squeezing her eyes closed, she kicked off the side of her house, her grip finally letting go of the ledge. For a moment, she felt weightless as she plummeted to the ground, her knees bent in anticipation of meeting the ground. With a squish, her feet met the wet grass, water splashing up on her ankles as she let out a hiss, her ankles stinging from the impact.

Without a second thought, she slung her book bag over her shoulder and booked it to the nearest payphone. Despite it being quite a ways away, it was still closer than Billy’s house. As rain pelted down on her, drenching her raincoat, she felt warm tears slipping down her face - a stark contrast from the cold rain. The phone booth door rattled as she pulled it open, slipping into the clear booth. She took another breath, watching the raindrops fall, the yellow light from the streetlight casting down on the lonely booth. As her eyes followed the racing raindrops down the plexiglass, she thought about Billy - trying to halt her tears and trembling body.

They had just finished another Saturday detention, once again ending up sitting on the hood of Billy’s car just like they had for the past three months. Y/N sipped at her soda, tucked under Billy’s arm as he leaned against his windshield. The winter months were melting away just like the snow that had covered the group a few weeks ago. Y/N leaned against Billy’s chest, the pair watching the stars as they sat in content silence. “Do you want a sip?” She suddenly asked, craning her neck to look at Billy, twisting to practically lay beside him as she extended the almost gone soda to him.

He dropped his eyes from the twinkling stars to look at her. “Sure, are you done with it?” He asked, gently taking the fast-food cup from her.

She nodded, her hand falling to rest on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder as she gazed up at him. “Yeah,” His strong jaw clenched as he took the straw between his lips, drinking the rest of the lukewarm soda. She smiled at him when he glanced down at her, leaning down to press his lips against her in a peck. Y/N hummed against his lips, her legs wrapping around one of his jean-clad legs. “I never want this to end.” She stated, her other hand coming up to twirl one of Billy’s blonde curls around her finger.

“Never want what to end?” Billy asked, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. She sighed at the feeling of the vibrations in his chest, his large hand tracing random shapes on her hip.

“This. You and I laying here,” She clarified. “I never want to go home.” She muttered the hand that once rested on his chest reaching down to pick at the blanket Billy had thrown over them in an effort to keep them warm longer.

“Pretty soon, that won’t be your home, I’ll be your home,” Billy told her, squeezing her closer to him. She hummed, pulling the blanket up farther before laying her hand back on his chest. “After we graduate, and I mean right after we graduate, we’re loading up my car and heading to California to start our life together.”

“Do you really think I’m California material?” She asked, peering up at him again.

“I know you are.” He replied confidently.

That’s another side of Billy nobody but she saw: the dreamer. He had big dreams of moving back to California someday, getting back into surfing. She sighed, peeling her drenched bag off her back. Pulling out a few quarters, she slipped them into the payphone, picking up the receiver before quickly dialing the number she knew by heart. Instantly, she heard the ringing as she drummed her fingers against the phone, glancing over her shoulder. She always felt like she was in a horror movie when she was out during the night, especially when she stood in a phone booth at night. “Hello?” A young voice spoke through the phone, making Y/N let out a breath.

“Hi, Max. Can I talk to Billy, it’s important.” She rushed out to the younger girl, recognizing the voice immediately.

“Yeah, just a second.” She answered her. Y/N could hear Max faintly call for Billy, saying that she was on the phone for him. She supposed Neil was out since Max was the one answering the phone. It was only a few beats of waiting until she heard the shuffling of Max trading the phone off to Billy.

“Hello, babe, what’s up?” He asked. Y/N could already see him leaning against the wall by the phone in a white wife-beater, the phone pinched between his shoulder and his ear, his arms crossed over his chest with a smile on his face showing off his perfect teeth.

“I need you to pick me up, I jumped out my window.” She rushed out, trying not to get distracted by the visual of him. She heard him jolt on the other end.

“Where are you, I’ll come to get you right away.”

“The payphone, the one I usually call you from.” She told him, knowing that he knew which one she was talking about.

“Okay, stay in the booth, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” With that, he hung the phone up, but Y/N wasn’t offended. This was how it normally went when she called him to pick her up. He would always hang up right away, her safety being the only thing he worried about. He would drop everything run to her. She silently hung the phone up, leaning her back against the plexiglass. Closing her eyes, she listened to the rhythmic sound of rain hitting it. A ghost of a smile stretched onto her face as another memory flooded her mind.

Billy held her in his arms as they laid on the grass. They watched the fireworks, their faces lighting up with each explosion of colour in the sky. Her hands gently played with his hair absentmindedly. It was the Hawkins’ Fall Festival, armed with games, fireworks, fall-themed foods, and an overcrowded field. Even though they were camped out far away from the festival itself, they still marveled at the extravagant fireworks it had. “Pretty good third date, huh?” Billy’s voice interrupted the fireworks, making her turn her head from the loud pops. She was shocked to see him already looking at her, his eyes soft as they flicked over her face.

“An extremely good third date,” She corrected him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before settling back to watch the remaining fireworks. “The Fall Festival has never been so enjoyable for me. Thank you.” She whispered not lifting her head to look at him as she spoke, her eyes dancing across the dark sky the colourful sparks fell - fading out completely before they fell to the ground.

She felt his arms tighten around her, then his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her hair. She signed instinctively, melting into his warm embrace. “You don’t have to thank me,” Billy spoke against the top of her head, his lips lingering as he took in the scent of her shampoo. “Did you put perfume on to the top of your head?” He asked, pulling away as he caught a strong whiff of her perfume - a scent that drove him crazy and sends his mind whirling.

“Yeah,” She admitted quietly before looking up at him defensively. “I read about it in Cosmo so I wanted to try it out, what are you going to do about it?.”

Billy let out a barking laugh, squeezing her affectionately as she started to laugh along with him. “You’re adorable.”

The sound of Billy’s car pulled her from the memory. Fluttering her eyes open, she was met with the blinding lights of his car speeding towards the booth. With a squeal of his tires, he pulled over to the curb. Grabbing her bag from the ground, she pushed the door back open. In a blink of an eye, Billy was out of the still-running car and wrapping her in a hug. Her bag dropped to the wet concrete as her arms settle over his shoulders, his hands pressing into the small of her back to press her flush against his body.

They clung to each other, hands fisting each other’s clothes. “I am so glad you’re okay.” Billy murmured into her neck as he swayed them gently. Her smaller hands let go of his rain jacket, her hands resting on his jaw to pull his face from her neck, their eyes meeting.

“I’m always going to be okay as long as you’re with me.” She whispered. Not even a second later, his lips were on hers, the force of the kiss nearly knocking her over. Automatically, her fingers buried themselves into Billy’s soaked curls as their lips moved together, pouring all their love into the kiss. Fireworks exploded within them, just like they exploded in the sky the night of the Fall Festival.

She knew people said that Billy wasn’t a good decision, that she should run, but she also knew that she would never run and that he was the best decision for her. The was abundantly clear now as his lips caressed hers with the utmost care and love, his hands holding her as if she’d break if he held her any tighter.

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pappydaddy · 3 years

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For Her (s.h. + b.h.)

A/N: This is for the lovely anon who asked for a platonic! Steve Harrington x Reader x platonic! Billy Hargrove where they go to prom. I added a little spice about people not believing that they are all just friends bc let’s be honest, people always assume they know more about what’s going on than they actually do. I loved prom even though people really did try to ruin it for me, but that is a story for another day if y’all wanna hear it. Writing this really made me go back to my high school years (my prom was three years ago, yikes) so thank you anon, it was really nice to revisit those days (even though I realized that I am actually old now😅). But anyway, it wasn’t specified what pronouns to use so I am using my default (she/her) like I outline in my Request Rules! Now enough of me trying to recapture my youth when I didn’t have chronic back pain 24/7 and on to the imagine! Hope you like it lovely anon💛!

pairing: platonic!steve harrington x fem!reader x platonic!billy hargrove

show/movie: stranger things

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au where billy never beat steve nearly to death

warnings: nothing? good times. some good steve vs. billy bickering.

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“Come on, please!” Y/N pleaded, grabbing Billy and Steve’s sleeves to prevent them from walking away from the group. Billy and Steve both stopped, glaring at each other.

“No.” They answered together, not turning to try and walk away again since Y/N still gripped their sleeves. They both resorted to turning their backs to each other like children. Heaving a sigh, Y/N used most of her strength to yank the two closer to her, her arms growing tired of reaching.

“Can’t you two just get along for one night,” She asked, her eyes wide and pleading, her bottom lip sticking out. The sound of her voice made the two turn their heads enough to see her. “For me?” She pressed, turning her pouting eyes to Steve, knowing that out of either of them, he would break first. Steve also knew this, making him turn his head away from her, trying not to cave under her puppy-dog expression.

“Sorry, Y/N/N, I would go with you in a heartbeat, but I can’t go with you if he is going with you.” Steve spoke a little louder, making up for the fact that his back was turned to her. Billy scoffed at this, shifting his weight, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip with an unimpressed glare on his face. Y/N slumped her shoulders, playing on Billy’s weaknesses now.

“Billy,” She sounded as sad as she could, trying to get her two best friends to come with her to prom. He silently shook his head. “I can’t believe you two.” She sighed, her spirits breaking. Shaking her head in defeat, she let her hold on them drop, but neither boy moved despite regaining their freedom from their mutual friend.

“Y/N/N-” Steve breathed out, feeling guilty. He wanted to make her happy, but he just couldn’t handle Billy. The pair just could not get along. Steve constantly questioned how Y/N could be friends with someone like Billy Hargrove. Bad blood ran between them like rushing waters.

“No, it’s fine. You guys can’t get along, I know that,” She shook her head. “I should have never suggested this. I’ll just go with some of my girl friends, it’s fine.” She lied, trying to hide her disappointment (even though she was failing miserably). The two boys looked at each other, Y/N’s head bowed as she shuffled her feet against the broken pavement of the school parking lot.

“We’ll do it.” Steve declared, rolling his shoulders back to stand straight, tilting his chin up towards the sky in confidence. He wasn’t sure if he would regret this decision, but at that moment, he knew that it would make Y/N happy. Just the way her eyes lit up with excitement and the wide smile that stretched onto her face as she snapped her head up to look at him.

“For real?” She practically vibrated with excitement. Billy glared over Y/N’s head at Steve. Steve gave him a subtle look, telling him he better go along with it. With a heaving sigh, Billy’s body depressed for a second before he stood back up.

“Yeah,” He gruffed, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets. “We’ll go to prom with you.”

“Oh my god! I can’t believe this,” She squealed, clapping her hands as she jumped up and down, looking between the minimally excited boys. “I am so excited! I have to go and start planning!” With that, she took off towards her car, leaving the two boys in their spots, glares set on each other.

“She is the only reason I’m doing this.” Billy stated.

“You think I’m doing this to get a date with you, Hargrove?” Steve bit back. They sneered at each other, hard glared burning into their skin. With a simultaneous grunt, they turned away from each other and walked to their cars; their shoulders tense as they tried to figure out how they could spend Prom night together without ruining it for Y/N.

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“Y/N?” Billy’s gruff voice called through her empty house. She looked towards her open bedroom door, hearing the click of her front door shutting.

“In my room!” She hollered to him, eyes dropping back down to the pieces of cut out magazine pages scattered around the bedspread in front of her legs. It only took a minute for Billy to shed himself of his shoes and pad along the carpet in his sock feet into Y/N’s room. He knew the layout of her house like the back of his hand.

“Hey pipsqueak,” Billy smirked, spotting her sitting cross-cross on top of her soft pink comforter. She glanced up from her cut-outs to glare at him. “What’s that? Playing dolls or something?” He teased, spotting the cut-outs of people. Y/N mocked him as he flopped onto her bed, messing everything up.

“Hey! You messed it up you big dodo!” She whined, trying desperately to get everything organized. Billy watched her before rolling onto his back, picking up a piece on his way. He held it in front of him, fiddling with it. It was a corsage filled with white flowers and a sprig of baby’s breath.

“So why’d you call me over if you’re just going to ignore me?” He asked, flipping the flimsy paper over to see what was on the back. He read the words that were left from an article that had been sacrificed for a prom dream board.

“I’m not ignoring you, you just got here earlier than I expected,” She pointed out, searching the bed for one last piece. Glancing at Billy, she sighed before leaning over to snatch the picture from his hands. He cried out in protest, rolling back over onto his stomach. “Don’t touch yet.” She scolded, fitting it back into place.

“Hey Y/N/N! I brought snacks-“ Steve burst into the room, his eyes in the bag of snacks he brought. His entrance startled Y/N and Billy since they hadn’t heard him open the door. “Wait, why is he here?” Steve questioned immediately, looking up to see Billy in the room.

“Yeah, you didn’t tell me Harrington was coming!” Billy looked back at Y/N.

Y/N looked between the boys, shocked that they were so hostile towards each other. She knew they didn’t get along, but they couldn’t be in the same room as each other. Steve she understood sine Billy did try to beat him up and all. “We need to discuss prom details and I didn’t tell you guys because I knew that you wouldn’t come if the other was here.”

“Not true-” Steve tried to argue, but Y/N simply gave him a look saying that she wasn’t going to buy his lies. “I would have sucked it up, might not have been happy about it, but I would have sucked it up non-the-less.” Steve insisted curtly. Y/N hummed in disbelief, resuming her task of matching bow-ties to the dresses.

“Okay, moving on,” She exclaimed, moving the paired clippings into the center of the bed. Clapping her hands, she bounced slightly on the bed. “These dresses are all the same colour as mine so these are the possible bow-tie colours you guys can buy,” She explained, pointing to each tie. “Then these,” She paused, sliding the clippings of corsages. “These are the corsages that will go with each tie and dress combo.”

“You want both of us to get you a corsage?” Billy inquired, flicking his eyes up from the scattered clippings to send her a questioning look.

“No, one corsage is enough, but you two both need boutonnieres,” She pointed out, grabbing another pile of clippings, letting the rain down onto a free bit of comforter. “This one is my favourite, but it would only really go with this corsage with only goes with this bow-tie-” She gasped, reaching for another corsage. “But this one is so pretty.” As she was busy trying to piece together the clippings, the boys both lifted their eyes to share a look.

“You just had to say we’d go together.” Billy grumbled under his breath, making sure only Steve heard.

“Suck it up, Hargrove. It’s for Y/N/N.”

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Tonight was the night and Y/N could barely contain her excitement. Since it was senior prom, the seniors had a shorter day, getting off early in order to prepare for their last prom. “Two dates,” Her hairdresser repeated in a shocked voice, his jaw dropped as he looked at her through the mirror. Y/N nodded, her brows furrowed in confusion. “Well, aren’t you just snatching them right up? Good for you.” He patted her shoulder, going back to put her hair in rollers.

“It’s not like that, they are my friends.” She corrected him, inspecting her freshly done nails. Her hairdresser hummed, pinning the last curler in place, stepping away to look over his work.

“Whatever you say,” He shrugged, sitting in the empty chair beside her as her makeup artist come into the salon. “Sarah, Y/N has two dates to the prom and she claims that they are just friends.” He filled the girl in as she set her supplies up. Sarah scoffed, assuming he was pulling her leg, but when neither of them laughed, she looked over her shoulder with a worried glance.

“Oh, you’re serious,” She realized, clearing her throat. “Just friends?” She asked Y/N to make sure as she started to get to work on her face.

“Deadly,” Y/N confirmed. “They basically hate each other so it was really had to get them both to agree to come as a group, but I managed.” She explained.

“I will believe this whole ‘just friends’ thing when I see that neither one of them has a thing for you.” Her hairdresser spoke up once again, watching Sarah as she applied the makeup to Y/N. Sarah hummed in response, focusing on blending the foundation.

“I second that Randy.”

“Well, they’re picking me up from the salon so, you’ll both see it,” Y/N informed them, drumming her fingers against the arms of the chair, tapping her foot against the metal bar. “Then you’ll see that it’s true, we are just friends.” She gloated, ignoring the skeptical looks Randy and Sarah shared.

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“Okay, Y/N, where are these two dreamboats?” Randy asked impatiently as Sarah helped Y/N into her dress. His eyes were glued to the door as he sat behind the receptionist desk, his elbows pressing into the desk. Shaking her head, Sarah muttered under her breath about his constant nagging as she zipped the back of Y/N’s dress up.

“They’re probably arguing about the address I told them, they’re both extremely stubborn and head-strong, especially when they’re around each other.” She told him, slipping into her shoes, walking out into the main part of the salon. Randy huffed, swirling around on the stool to face her, his eyes widening at the sight of her in her gown.

“Lord, if those two don’t nearly fall over when they see you, I’m not letting you go with them,” He commented, hopping off the stool to stride over to her, taking her hands in his, holding them away from her. “You look show-stopping. The belle of the ball.” He continued to compliment.

“Randy, I think they’re here.” Sarah nodded to the door just as the rev of an engine sounded as the blue Camaro pulled into the parking lot. Randy dropped Y/N’s hands, facing the door as he moved to stand behind her. Sarah and Randy clutched hands, waiting with bated breath as Y/N smiled lightly at the door, watching as Billy and Steve climbed out of the car in their tuxes, obviously arguing about something.

“Oh my gosh, you are a lucky girl,” Randy gasped, watching the two stride towards the door, two boutonnieres sitting in a case in Billy’s hands and a beautiful corsage in Steve’s. The dig of the bell above the door ceased their bickering, their eyes settling on Y/N standing in the center of the salon. Their breaths seemed to leave them as they froze, eyes wide. “Not the reaction I wanted, but still good.” Randy whispered to Sarah, his eyes still locked on the two boys.

“Wow, Y/N/N,” Steve breathed out, straightening up and walking into the salon.

“You look stunning.” Billy finished for him, also walking in, the door closing behind him.

“There is no way they are just friends, we can’t be wrong, can we?” Sarah asked, doubting that there was anything romantic between any of them. Randy remained silent, not wanting to answer her.

Steve extended the corsage sitting in the clear case to Y/N bashfully. “Here, this is for you, it’s the one you really liked and said went with your dress the best.” He spoke, fumbling to open the case. Y/N smiled, extending her wrist towards him gently.

“Why thank you, Steve,” She teased, watching as he slipped it onto her wrist. “It’s beautiful.” She breathed out in awe, twisting and turning her wrist as she gazed down at it. Steve watched her, also in awe of her beauty, she was simply glowing.

“If any of them liked her, my money is on that one,” Randy whispered, jutting his chin in Steve’s direction. “He’s got amazing hair.” He noted. Just as he spoke those words, Billy walked forward, extending the other clear case towards her. Y/N took it in her hands, gazing down at the matching boutonnieres.

“My money is on the other one, the bad boy who is only soft for one girl? Definitely him.” Sarah countered, watching him bend down slightly so that Y/N could pin one of the boutonnieres on him. Randy shook his head, his eyes watching Steve and Y/N as they did the same thing. Looking over at Sarah, he gave her a disapproving look.

“Look at them-”

“Thank you guys, I’ll show you the pictures tomorrow!” Y/N broke their argument, the two boys leading her out of the Salon.

“You’re welcome, have a great time!” Randy and Sarah chorused.

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The prom was in full swing when the three stepped into the gym. Y/N gazed around at the decorations, truly believing that the prom committee outdid themselves this year. Instead of a disco ball like every other year, there were moons hanging, a soft glow coming from each of them to dimly light the space, tons of shiny silver stars hung down all the way from the ceiling, ending only a few feet over everyone’s heads. Every piece of fabric whether it was draped over a table or covering up the walls and bleachers was a deep purple, sticking with the starry night theme. The centrepieces were deep purple flowers in vases that were a stunning sliver with purple hearts painted beautifully by hand.

Students laughed and talked loudly, but the music still boomed over their voices. A big crowd was grouped in the middle of the gym, dancing along to The Police, large smiles on their faces. The entire atmosphere made Y/N’s heart float in happiness and wonder. “This is just like in the movies!” She proclaimed, rushing off to take a closer look at the tables, Steve and Billy following behind her awkwardly.

“So how does this work?” Steve wondered, not thinking about how to share a prom date. Do they all slow dance together in a circle? If Steve wants to get Y/N punch, does he have to get punch for Billy as well?

“What do you mean how does this work,” Billy asked rudely, looking at the slightly shorter boy, making Steve sneer towards him in response. “Never been on a date before, Harrington?” Billy poked at him, Steve’s sneer turning into a scowl.

“Of course I’ve been on dates before, Hargrove,” Steve bit back. “I’m asking how we manage to do this without me having to touch you, ever.”

“Like I would want you to touch me, Harring-”

“Would you two cut it out, it’s quite simple how we go about this,” Y/N broke up their fight, turning around to face them. “We sit together, talk, dance together on fast songs, and I switch off between the two of you for slow songs. I thought it all out beforehand.” She waved them off, walking over to the punch table which also held a wide assortment of snacks, food and candy, all cut out in the shapes of stars and moons.

“I would like to point out that I don’t dance.” Billy grumbled as they followed her once again.

“I think you could dance for one night without it killing you.” Steve groaned, taking a cookie from the platter in front of him. Y/N swiped one for herself, taking a bite out of it as she ignored the bickering between the pair.

“Just a few songs,” Y/N settled, peering up at him with wide, pleading eyes. He huffed, looking away from her in an attempt not to fall under her puppy dog-eyed spell. “For me?” She said in a sweet tone, the tone that told Billy she was still sporting the wide eyes and pouty mouth.

Looking back down at her, he heaved another sigh. “Only a few songs.” He agreed, making her squeal and toss the rest of her cookie in the trash, grabbing both their hands to pull them onto the dance floor, knowing that when he said only a few, that he was agreeing to as many as she wanted. After all, these boys would do whatever she wanted for her.

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