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Slowly but surely making my way through these masterpieces

Billy Hargrove Masterlist

All of my Billy stuff <3

Headcanons SFW Sunshine x Grumpy NSFW

Blurbs Billy as a Bf <3 Sundress Tank Top Nail Polish Spark Plugs Dad!Billy Round and Round Best Friend “I can take it” Miss You Worm Test Massages Wet Kisses

One - shots The Sinner Friendly Competition (1) Game, Set, Match (2) In Your Court (3) Midnight Hours Movie Night Break Up Slut Just Friends Father and Son Lullaby Kiss It Better Drive Training Session Too Sweet Casual Dream Came True Stop the Feeling Written on Your Lips Agreements Bad Thing

Harringrove Work It Out

Series (1) Cruel Summer (2) Dancing in the Dark Now That We Don't Talk

(1) Closer to My Heart (2) Roll With The Changes

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But Daddy I Love Him

Chapter 3

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Daniella Hopper/Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC

Warnings : Swearing, infidelity

Word count : 2294

Their friendship came out of nowhere but started the night she had spent the night and had awoken on his chest as they cuddled each other. Billy nodded as he listened to Daniella talk about Indianapolis. They were at Lover’s Lake, sitting on the hood of his car as he smoked a cigarette. Sitting near the lake caused Daniella to be chilly. Her dark brown hair moved across her face when there was a breeze, making her fuss with it as she tried to keep it out of her eyes.

            Billy reached into his car and handed her a pullover and she thanked him as she put it on and fixed her long hair. “Did your tattoo hurt?” Billy shrugged, “Not really, I have a high pain tolerance though.” Daniella nodded and looked at the moonlight bouncing off of the lake. Billy took her in, taking advantage of her being distracted. The jeans she wore hugged her thighs and ass and the top she wore clung to her breasts. She wasn’t skinny by any means, but he liked that, she was different from the girls in Hawkins who were all skinny.

            Her hair was long and wavy, a deep brown curtain that covered her back. Her eyes were blue and attentive, following him with each movement he made. She was sweet, something he wasn’t used to. “Max told me you have a boyfriend.” Daniella nodded, “His name’s Alex, it’s complicated.” Billy raised a brow, moving further up the hood of his car. “What do you mean?”

            She sighed, “I feel like all he wants is sex.” Billy hummed as he exhaled the smoke from his lungs. “What’s wrong with that?” She looked at him, “I’m still a virgin, there’s been times where I could have lost it to him, but I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right.” Billy nodded, “Do you love him?” She looked at the water, “Is it wrong if I say no?” Billy shook his head, “I don’t think so, I don’t know. I’ve never been in a relationship before, at least not a serious one.”

            Daniella nodded and looked at him, “How come?” He shrugged, “I’m not exactly the type to meet parents, Dani.” She shrugged, “You could be if the right girl comes along.” He huffed out a laugh, “You’re funny, I like you.” She laughed and rolled her eyes. “I’m serious, Billy. What about Heather?” He shook his head, “Too prissy for me, plus she’s my coworker so that’s weird.” Daniella hummed, “What about Nancy Wheeler?” He barked out a laugh, “Hell no, never in a million years. She’s not my type, too controlling.” Daniella nodded, she didn’t know a lot about Nancy Wheeler, she had seen her on occasion when El would be with Mike but they never talked more than a greeting.

            “You know who keeps asking about you?” Billy hummed, looking down at Daniella, he had a good six inches on her. “Karen Wheeler.” His face screwed up, “Are you serious?” Daniella nodded, “What’s up with that? I thought she was married.” Billy nodded, “She is, it was a moment of weakness for me. Nothing came out of it.” Daniella’s eyes widened, “No way, oh my God. Please don’t tell me you tried having sex with her.” He scratched the back of his neck.

            She felt sick to her stomach, she also felt a pang of possessiveness which she had never felt in her life. “Like I said, moment of weakness.” Daniella nodded, “That’s still gross.” He shrugged, “Dry spell and she was easy.” Daniella nodded again and Billy looked at her, “Have you ever dated anyone besides your boyfriend?” She shook her head, “First boyfriend.” He nodded, “Do you have a type?” She shook her head, “I don’t think so, I don’t know.” Billy nodded again.

            “Do you have a type?” Billy shrugged, “Like I said, I don’t date. I just have sex, haven’t had any in a couple of months. As long as she’s not controlling and if I can grip something then I can work with it.” Daniella nodded and laid back to look at the moon and the stars and Billy watched her eyes trace over everything. Red and blue lights appeared behind them and Billy groaned as he flicked his cigarette away from him.

            “Hargrove, seriously? You’re not allowed to be parked over here after six.” A familiar voice came from behind them and Daniella went pale. She wasn’t supposed to be around Billy, her dad had warned her about him and his tendencies, but she was drawn to him. Jim walked over, flashlight on as he pointed it at the hood of the car and his expression fell. “Daniella Rose, get in my car. Now.” She nodded and slid off of the hood of the Camaro. She went to take off the pullover and Billy shook his head, “Keep it for now.” She nodded and gently squeezed his arm as she passed him.

            She shut the door to the front seat and watched her dad talk to Billy. “Stay away from my daughter, I’ve already told you to.” Billy shrugged, “She’s my friend.” Jim scoffed, “You’re trying to get into her pants.” Billy looked at the older man, “I wouldn’t stoop that low, she has a boyfriend anyway.”  Jim scoffed again, “Since when has that stopped you? I’m serious, stay away from my daughter, Hargrove.” Jim walked back to his car, not giving Billy a chance to respond and he slammed the car door shut and he drove back to the cabin in silence. He parked in the driveway and looked at Daniella.

            “I’m disappointed in you. I told you he was trouble and you go out of your way to be around him. What if he would have tried to have sex with you?” Daniella looked at her dad, “Dad, I’m an adult, he and I are both adults. Do you really think I’d stoop that low and cheat on my boyfriend?” Jim sighed, “I don’t know, would you? I barely see you anymore because you’re with him.” Daniella huffed, “Am I not allowed to have friends?” Jim sighed, pushing back his hair, “You can, just not him. He’s trouble.” “He’s misunderstood,” she exclaimed. Jim looked at her, “Watch your tone, I’m your father, not your friend.” Daniella got out of the car and went into the cabin.

            El and Max were on the floor of the living room as she walked down the hallway to her bedroom. Jim walked into the house shortly after as he looked at El, “Did she go to her room?” El nodded and Max glanced at her as soon as Jim walked down the hallway. “I think Billy got her in trouble.” El raised an eyebrow, “Billy? Why?” Max sighed, putting down the magazine that Daniella had bought, “They’ve been hanging out a lot, like a lot a lot and I think your dad might have found them.” El hummed, “Dating?” Max shook her head, “She’s still with her boyfriend, that’s what Billy said at least. They’ve been having some problems because of him so who knows.” El nodded.

            “We could be sisters.” Max giggled, “You want Dani and Billy to get married?” El shrugged, “Sure.” Max laughed again, shaking her head.

            Jim sighed and knocked on Daniella’s door before he walked in. She was in her bed, still in Billy’s pullover. He shut the door behind him and sat at the foot of her bed. “I shouldn’t have gotten onto you like that, I’m just worried.” Daniella sighed, “He’s not a bad guy, dad. I promise.” Jim sighed, “I just don’t want him hurting you, Dani.” Daniella nodded, “He won’t, I won’t let him.” Jim nodded and kissed her head, pushing her hair back.

            “Okay, but if he does, let me know and I’ll kick his ass.” Daniella shook her head as Jim laughed and he left her bedroom. She waited for his footsteps to disappear as she grabbed her phone and dialed the number that was attached to the phone in Billy’s room. It rang a few times before he picked it up.

            “Hargrove residence, Billy’s room.” She laughed, “Shut up.” Billy laughed, “Get in any trouble?” She hummed, “No, not really.” Billy nodded as he laid in his bed, “Good. Do you know if Max is staying the night?” Daniella shrugged, “As far as I know she’s not, why?” Billy hummed in the receiver, “Maybe she can and I can sneak in and we can have our own sleepover.” She laughed, “My dad owns a shotgun.” Billy laughed loudly, “I’m great at running, I played basketball in high school and I used to play baseball and football.” She looked at the clock, “He goes to sleep in an hour, you’ll have to park at the wood line.” Billy nodded although she couldn’t see it, “Great, see you in an hour then.” He hung up before she could say anything else.

            Lately, she had thought about ending things with Alex. He wasn’t what she needed; he was too safe of an option. She wanted to feel butterflies in her stomach anytime he touched her skin but she never did, his hands were too soft to make her feel anything. It wasn’t long before her window slid open as Billy carefully pulled himself inside before he shut the window.

            “You’re sleeping on the floor.” He groaned, she laughed softly, and he walked to her bed and fell onto it. “Talked to boyfriend?” She shook her head, “I’ve been thinking about breaking things off with him.” Billy’s jaw dropped, “Really?” She nodded and they continued to talk before there was a soft knock on her door and Billy looked at her. “It’s one of the girls, hold on.” She cleared her throat, “Who is it?” “El and Max.” She nodded, “Come in.” The door creaked open as the girls walked inside and El shut the door and Max looked at the bed and she groaned, “Why’re you here?” Billy flipped her off, “I’m allowed to be anywhere I want, now you on the other hand, are not.” The girls sat on the floor.

            “Why’s he here?” Daniella laughed at El. “Because he’s my friend, just like Max is your friend and friends have sleepovers.” El hummed, “But your boyfriend, does he know?” Daniella went silent, “No, but it’s fine. Billy sleeps on the floor.” Billy grumbled, knowing it wasn’t true. “Can we see your boyfriend?” Daniella nodded and found one of her Polaroids of them at her graduation and handed it to the girls and Max scrunched her face up, “He’s ugly.” Billy laughed and took the picture from her and looked at Daniella and then the picture before looking at her again. “You don’t even look like you like him.” Max laughed, “See, they’re not compatible, looks-wise.” El looked at the picture, her face scrunching up as well. “Guys, he’s not that bad, holy shit.” She took the picture from Billy and put it in her drawer and shut it.

            “We’re going to bed, goodnight,” Max said as she pulled El with her and she shut the door. Daniella turned the tv on as Billy got comfortable beside her. “Wait go back, that was Thundercats.” She raised a brow, “I don’t know what that is.” His jaw dropped, grabbed her remote, and went back to the cartoon as he began explaining what it was. She nodded along, she was paying attention to the bass in his voice more than she was to what he was saying.

            “What was your first kiss like?” Daniella hummed, “Not great, it was with Alex and I dunno. I didn’t feel anything.” Billy nodded. “What was yours like?” He shrugged, “I don’t remember it, I was young.” Daniella nodded; her shoulder was against Billy’s as she watched the cartoon. Soon, she was feeling tired and she tied her hair back so it wouldn’t end up in Billy’s face if he did decide to stay in her bed. She got comfortable and he laughed, “Tired?” She nodded as she yawned and he laid down, getting comfortable as he used his own blanket.

            It wasn’t long before she had fallen asleep and he rubbed her cheek. He wished she didn’t have a boyfriend, he felt connected to her, like there were magnets in their hearts that pulled them together. He laid down, his face close to hers. He could feel her breath on his chin as he studied her peaceful features. Her lips were plump and smooth from the chapstick she had applied when she was getting ready for bed. She moved closer to him, her body searching for the warmth that he radiated.

            She snuggled up to him, he was trying to convince himself that her mind was telling her that she was in Indianapolis with her boyfriend, but in his own mind he was hoping it was her mind and heart yearning for him, yearning for someone who was experienced. Her lips smacked before they lightly pressed to the corner of his mouth, taking him by surprise when her lips moved to his, placing a soft peck to his lips. He didn’t kiss her back, he just laid there, his hand tight on her hip.

            She moved, head on his shoulder as she sighed his name in her sleep. He felt conflicted, she was a good girl and she’d most likely be upset knowing what she did half asleep. He knew he would have to tell her, but at the same time he didn’t want to. He kissed the top of her head and let himself melt against her body. He didn’t know what he was feeling but it was something he had never felt before.

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Dacre Montgomery behind the scenes Stranger Things 2 as Billy Hargrove.

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I made a billy Lovers community board! Adults only kids piss me off, and just have fun there! Haters DNI you little goobers.

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BILLY HARGROVE in STRANGER THINGS 2 ↳ Chapter Nine: The Gate

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I absolutely love and adore them

❄︎𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞❄︎

𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.. 𝐀 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭?? 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜! 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐨!!❤︎

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Hi lovely, maybe Billy gets a little drunk and confesses his feelings to a girl he’s on again/off again with. The only reason he’s been on again/ off again with her is because he was developing feelings for her and it scared him so now that he’s drunk it all comes spilling out 😭

Only when you have time love x

Thank you for requesting (and being patient with me lmao) <3

It had been a week since you had last seen Billy. A full week of not hearing his voice, feeling his touch. You missed him, but you weren't going to let yourself be so available this time.

You were just friends. That was it. Maybe a little bit more here and there, but he had proven that he didn't really care about you. Not in the same way you cared about him.

And it was miserable. Even if it was the right thing to do. It felt like your heart had been crushed, split into tiny little pieces. Just another girl on Billy's notch. And it seemed like he had already moved on, forgotten about you.

The sound of the window rattling drew your attention, snapping you away from your gaze on the ceiling as you pulled your headphones off of your ears. You watched, heart stalling in fear for a moment as someone pulled themselves inside. You faltered when you realized who it was.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, gaping in disbelief at the hard way Billy hit the floor. You rushed over, listening to the way he groaned as he rolled onto his side, rubbing his palms over his knees.

"Wanted to see you." His words were slurred, blue eyes hazy as a lazy smile formed on his lips. He was drunk. Definitely. You could smell the alcohol clinging to his skin.

"You couldn't call like a normal person?" You asked him seriously, shaking your head as you moved your arms around his torso.

"Didn't feel right." He mumbled tiredly, going dead weight in your arms as you tried to lift him. You grunted, stumbling before you set him back onto the ground.

"Are you alright in there?" Your mom’s voice rang from outside the door, making your veins freeze over as you quickly clamped a palm over Billy’s mouth before he could reply.

"I'm fine, mom!" You yelled back, whining at the frantic tone in your voice, "I just tripped is all. I'm okay though. Sorry for waking you up!"

"Do you need anything?" She asked, "It sounded like it hurt." She added as you cringed at the way Billy began to lick your skin. He chuckled, looking up at you in amusement as you wiped your hand dry on your pajama shorts.

"Uh," You paused, trying to keep Billy's hands to himself, "No. I'm okay, really. Have a good night!" You yelled at her, wincing as you listened to the sound of her footsteps retreating.

Billy rested his head against your hip, sighing deeply as his eyes fluttered shut. You shook your head, not wanting him to pass out on your floor.

"You scared the shit out of me." You told him seriously, positioning his feet onto the floor better before you forced him to stand this time.

"I knocked on your window," He groaned, "It's a long ways up." He gestured quickly towards the window before you shifted his arm over your shoulders, trying to keep him supported.

"You could've killed yourself." You told him seriously, feeling warm and out of breath by the time you got him to your bed. He collapsed, arms and legs outstretched as you tugged his boots off of his feet. You didn’t want your bed to get too dirty.

"But I didn't," He replied with a smirk, looking all cool and collected again, "Pretty damn cool if you ask me." He grinned as he rested his hands behind his head, his shirt lifting over his toned stomach in the process. You turned away, doing your best not to stare.

"Not cool at all," You argued back, "What are you doing here?" You asked him curiously, raising your eyebrows as he slowly inspected your room. Then turned back to you.

"I needed to see you." He mumbled softly, eyes softening as he continued to stare at you. You breathed in deeply, not daring to look away.

"Why?" You asked him softly, trying not to get defensive. Or angry. You didn't want to snap at him but you were still bitter. You didn't like feeling like you were able to be tossed away so easily.

“I missed you,” He slurred out finally, “Like a lot.” He added as he moved his palms to his sides slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position. Your heart hammered roughly inside of your chest from his words, despite his previous actions.

“You’ve been ignoring me.” You stated slowly, watching the way he traveled his eyes back towards the floor. You breathed in deeply, wondering if he would even answer you. Or if he would think you could go back to how things were. But you couldn't, not again. You didn't want to be ignored by him. It was killing you.

“I like you,” He mumbled as he brought his eyes back towards you, “A lot. You’re really pretty. And funny. And I hate when you’re around other guys.” He continued to speak underneath his breath, almost whispering it to you. Like it was some big secret.

“Oh.” You spoke in surprise, eyes widening as you tried to gain sense of what he had said. You hadn't expected that. Not at all.

“Yeah.” He pushed his fingers through his hair, his lips forming into a thin frown as he watched you for the longest time. You felt nervous suddenly.

“I like you a lot too,” You replied as you pressed your lips together, “And you’re also really pretty. But your humor is kinda dry.” You told him seriously, gaining a little grin from him.

"I'm sorry I ignored you." He said, his words still slurring as he fell back against your mattress. You scooted forward, leaning over to get a better look at him.

"I'll forgive you," You started, watching the way the blue in his eyes twinkled, "On one condition." You added, holding a single finger up. He cocked his eyebrows.

"And what is that?" He hummed softly, leaning forward high enough to kiss your fingertip before he fell back down onto your pillows. You grinned.

"You take me out to dinner and I pick the place," You told him, admiring how sparkly his teeth looked as he smiled at you, "And you pay. Then all is forgiven." You added with a little laugh, earning a nudge from him. Something in his eyes let you know that this would be a new page for both of you.

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So excited 💙

𝐗𝐈𝐈 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 (𝐀𝐫𝐭)

𝐃𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝! 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐗𝐈𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 ♡

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕀 - 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 (𝐁.𝐇. 𝐱 𝐈.𝐖.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕀𝕀 - 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐈 (𝐉.𝐉.𝐌. 𝐱 𝐌.𝐁.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕀𝕀𝕀 - 𝐖𝐢𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 (𝐑.𝐂. 𝐱 𝐌.𝐁.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕀𝕍 - 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐔 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐃𝐨 (𝐁.𝐇. 𝐱 𝐈.𝐖.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕍 - 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐓𝐨𝐞 (𝐁.𝐇. 𝐱 𝐈.𝐖.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕍𝕀 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐉.𝐉.𝐌. 𝐱 𝐌.𝐁.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕍𝕀𝕀 - 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 (𝐑.𝐂 𝐱 𝐌.𝐁.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕍𝕀𝕀𝕀 - 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞 (𝐄.𝐌. 𝐱 𝐍.𝐉.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕀𝕏 - 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 (𝐁.𝐇. 𝐱 𝐈.𝐖.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕏 - 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐉𝐉.𝐌. x 𝐌.𝐁.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕏𝕀 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞 (𝐑.𝐂. 𝐱 𝐌.𝐁)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕏𝕀𝕀 - 𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐘𝐞𝐭..? (𝐄.𝐌. 𝐱 𝐍.𝐉.)

‧₊˚ ✧ . ﾟ♡𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬♡‧₊˚ ✧ . ﾟ

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They’re so precious

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐘'𝐚𝐥𝐥!

𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚! 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 small 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬!! 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘♡

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[billys-pretty-babe]

thanksgiving except billy is doing the cooking and you’re clinging to him and hugging him from behind because you just want to touch him and feel him. he has to give you a task like peeling the potatoes to get you off of him

[billys-pretty-babe]

Billy who takes Thanksgiving dinner very seriously and has everything set up and prepped and plotted for days cuz it has to be perfect. And usually he’d get irritated when someone interrupts him but you give him a swat on the butt, a kiss on the cheek before you wrap your arms around his waist and tell him how good it smells and then suddenly he’s not so concerned with thanksgiving at all hehehe

[billys-pretty-babe]

[billys-pretty-babe]

you’ll find it in a dresser drawer

billy hargrove x fem!reader

gif by @suledins

word count: 2,550

warnings: mainly fluff and romantic stuff, a little bit of suggestiveness at the start, playful banter/swearing/name-calling (it’s all out of love)

synopsis: on a journey to declutter your little home, you and billy find lots of memories on the past and sit down to reminisce.

a/n: my bestie girl @clovermunson put this idea into my head actual ages ago, and i finally managed to get it done!! besides, we could all use a little love and care right about now <33

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“BILLY!”

The shower cuts off, leaving only the sound of water dripping from your loofah, down the ends of your hair. 

“Huh!” Billy shouts, already making his way towards the bathroom. He doesn’t need a verbal cue—the tone of your voice is enough. Each lilt you take on tells him what he’s walking into.

You’ve hastily wrapped a towel around your midsection, and he walks in on you waving your leg around in his direction. “I shaved my legs.”

Billy laughs heartily. He leans down, cupping the back of your calf with one hand so he can kiss the skin of your shin. “That’s what you were doin’ in here all this time? Thought maybe you were rubbin’ one out or something.” He winks, dragging his hand up your now very smooth leg. 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and let him lift you over the rim of the tub, setting you down securely on the bath mat. “You know I’m too loyal to the fancy shower head for all that manual labor.” You smack a sweet, slightly damp kiss on Billy’s lips. “But seriously, aren’t you impressed? I don’t remember the last time I shaved them.”

He drags his hand up your knee. “I’m so impressed. Even more that you managed to go without a nick.”

Your eyes crinkle up with the biggest smile, reserved just for him. “I know, right?” You lean your head back, allowing Billy to kiss at your shoulder where he’s been nosing at you this entire time. 

“Smell good,” he mumbles. 

“I used the same things as always, pretty.”

Billy’s thumb presses gently under your chin, molding you so he can kiss right where your collar bones meet. “Always smell good. Could eat you right up.”

“Maybe later?” you quip, sneaking out from his hold. He drags his gaze up your legs as you go. Six years in and he still looks at every part of you like it’s the first time. 

“No doubt, pretty girl. When you’re dressed you wanna help me with this box?”

“‘Course! I’ll just be a minute.”

The both of you have made it your mission to sort through every room in your little house. It’s not much, but there’s plenty of room and you take good care of it. Billy’s had more fun painting than he’d ever admit, and he helped you set up flower boxes so you had something to take care of. 

The lone hallway closet, the bane of your existence, was your last task. The one you’d been avoiding. A small, dark hell of clutter. Tubs full of trinkets and memories from you or Billy or both. Extra blankets, board games. Anything that didn’t have a home, or that you’d just rather not deal with on any given day. 

You slip on an oversized sweatshirt you’re sure you’ve had since college and a pair of Billy’s boxer shorts. He never wears this pair anyhow, and who are you to leave them gathering dust in the back of a dresser drawer.

Billy hears your bare feet pad against the hardwoods. You reach for a pillow, meaning to prop yourself up on it. 

Billy grunts. You look up, where he’s motioning towards his lap with his free hand. The one not flipping through what looks like a smaller box full of pictures. You comply, walking over to him. He reaches upward, big hands holding onto your hips as he coaxes you down between his legs, your back resting against his chest. 

“Hair smells good,” he mumbles, kissing the nape of your neck. He always tells you how good you smell. You never tell him that you always use the same things and, therefore, always smell the same. 

“Thank you,” you say. He pushes the thick cotton of your sweatshirt aside, the pilling fabric catching on his calloused fingertips. He presses a kiss to your shoulder and sets the material back where it was. 

Your teeth close around the inside of your cheek, hiding the giddy smile that threatens to appear. You lean forward just a bit, your gaze catching on a pile of photographs that look like they got developed and then set away, their finishes as pristine as if you’d just pulled them out of the paper envelope. 

You suck in a breath. Billy’s hand drags up and down your freshly shaved and moisturized knee fondly. 

“Are these the ones from the disposables?”

Billy grabs a handful of the glossy paper. “Think so. Remember you asked me to get them developed when we moved? So we didn’t take shit we didn’t need.”

“Yeah. I meant to buy an album for ‘em. Thought it seemed very grown up of us to have a photo book.” 

“Even more grown up to leave it disassembled.”

You gaze over your shoulder and lock eyes with Billy. He’s got his bottom lip between his teeth, the first signs of a laugh at the corners of his eyes. You snort.

You grab the photos from his hand, along with the rest, and shift so you can spread them out on the floor between you. The first thought that comes to mind is how your living room floor desperately needs a rug. But then you catch a glimpse of someone’s tummy against a bright, summer sky. 

Your index finger and thumb press against the corner of the paper, lifting it closer. It’s a picture of Billy and you at the beach, the date scrawled messily in his chicken scratch writing along the back: 07/26/91

In the photo, Billy stands under a tilted umbrella, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun, the other pointing at the camera. You remember now that he’d been trying to get you to look at Robin, because she was trying to take your picture. There’s a cocky smirk on his face and a smear of sunscreen on his neck. 

You’re wearing a pair of overalls, but one of the straps is falling down since they’re two sizes too big, your one piece swimsuit showing from underneath. The bottle in your hand and cream on your fingers all act as evidence towards your attempt to protect your boyfriend from the sun.

“I don’t remember Robin taking this,” you laugh, grinning up at Billy, more than pleased to know you have this moment captured forever. 

“I do,” Billy says, flipping the image over to look at the date he saw you glance at seconds before. “She took about a thousand pictures that day. I’m surprised there aren’t more. And I remember writing this when it got printed.”

He turns it toward you once again, pointing out a small line of script at the bottom you’d failed to see before. My pretty girl, it reads. 

You lean forward and kiss him, squeezing his cheeks between your hands because you know he hates it when you do but he looks too damn cute to resist.

There’s a couple of photos mixed in that are older—some from high school, a few baby pictures. You snag one of Billy from prom.

“This Billy would never have been such a sap.” 

He glances at the picture. He’d rented a tux. Worn a red button up underneath it. No tie, no corsage or anything. He wasn’t going to go, but he got in his car about half an hour after it started and drove himself there because you’d mentioned you were going with a couple of friends. 

“That’s because he also kinda had a stick up his ass,” Billy mumbles, rubbing the back of his hand across his mouth. 

“Even a cute ass like that couldn’t repel that big ‘ol stick.” You wink, looking at the other prom pictures. Billy pinches your thigh but it only makes you chuckle.

There’s a strip of you and Robin from the photo booth, her hair all frizzy, your forehead glistening with sweat. One awkward picture of you and Billy in front of the pitiful backdrop the student council had put together. Both of your smiles are soft, but it’s obvious neither of you were really comfortable with one another yet. What with the way his hand sits on your rib cage, one of yours on his hip and the other hidden in the tulle of your dress. 

“You know I bought my first push-up bra for that night?”

Billy’s trademark cocky grin appears. “What?”

“I had Robin help me pick out a push-up bra because I was hoping to impress you. I thought maybe if my boobs looked good you’d think I was hot and we could be more than classroom friends. The bra ended up leaving my ribs sore for days after, but my boobs did look good.”

Billy looks pointedly at your boobs in the photo. “They really did. But I already thought you were hot. Why else would I have come in the first place?”

You blink at him. “I dunno, to do like, anything else?” He laughs at your remark. “I figured you wanted to party afterwards or that maybe there was a girl you wanted to see afterwards.”

Billy holds up a photo of you at your college graduation. He cried that day, watching you walk. He thinks you don’t know, but you could tell. 

“I did. She’s right in front of me.”

He passes you a picture from Halloween two years ago. You were Tiffany Valentine and he was Charles Lee Ray. It was much easier to convince Billy to wear a trench coat and go without shaving for a few days than to even attempt putting him in a Chucky costume. 

“Quit fuckin’ with me, baby. You did not want me when we were in high school. Don’t you remember how awkward I was every time we worked on something together?”

Billy leans forward, his lips hovering inches from yours. “You weren’t awkward. I just saw a girl I would’ve sold my soul for because she was so perfect.” He laughs when you try to pull away from his kiss, a result of that cheesy line. You kiss him back all the same.

“You realize we’re not sorting through this box at all?” You say, that matter of fact tone in your voice. “We’re reminiscing. Let’s set the photos aside and finish, yeah? Then we can put them into albums.”

Billy gives you a two finger salute. “Yes ma’am.”

The both of you spend the next few minutes sorting. There’s receipts from years past, piles of number two pencils left from college, stray earring backs, a couple scraps of fabric from when you’d tried to take up sewing. You even find a couple of textbooks—some possibly stolen from the library of Hawkins High School—Billy’s birth certificate, a spare key to his car. 

Just when you reach the bottom, you spot a little wooden box. You’re not sure what it is, but based on the size you’d guess it might be for trinkets or it could have had Billy’s college ring in it. 

You glance over your shoulder at him where he’s sorting through a stack of papers, every once in a while scratching the tip of a pen against a spare piece to see if it’s got ink in it. You don’t think he’s paying you any mind. 

You place your thumb nail under the ledge of the box where it has the smallest groove in it where it’s meant to be opened. You open it haphazardly, with a sharp snap as the hinge widens. 

Your breath catches when your thumb grazes velvet and you realize there’s something inside. You’re too curious, too focused, to notice that Billy has moved closer to you, that he’s now watching your face for any emotion you might show, his own heart smacking against his ribcage. 

He thought this was a clever way to do it. The least stressful one he could think of, anyhow. He knows you don’t like much spectacle and figured keeping it intimate like this would be best for both of you, really.

The box opens with a small click and your eyes start to go all teary, despite the fact that you haven’t registered what’s happening or even looked at Billy or even looked at the damn thing you’re holding. 

The ring is simple: it’s thin silver, with a small, diamond shaped emerald front and center, the prongs and basket twisting gently so that it almost looks like they’re hugging the stone. It’s not too much, but it’s gorgeous. It’s you. Unmistakably. 

You turn to look at Billy. He smiles at you, his eyes all gentle.

“You fucking dickhead,” you say, your voice thick with emotion. He laughs. 

His hand comes to rest on your cheek, thumb caressing away any stray tears. He’s doing his best not to cry himself. “What do you think, huh?” 

You look down at the ring and back at him. Down and back at him. “It’s so pretty.”

“Fitting for such a pretty girl,” Billy says. You’d smack him if you weren’t so busy crying. He gently removes it from your hand, holding it out to you. 

“So, babydoll, how’d you feel about marrying me?”

Your eyes flick back and forth between his. You let out a giggle. “You’re not on one knee, Billy.”

He shifts awkwardly into the “proper” position and you both stare at each other, the beginnings of a hysterical laughing fit on either of your faces. You’d think someone had just made a “your mom” joke—not that you were being proposed to. 

A tear chooses that moment to escape your lash line. 

“I bought this for you about a week ago,” Billy starts. “I couldn’t have it too long because I knew I’d have a panic attack. I went to four different jewelry stores until I saw this one. I remembered, when Robin proposed to her girlfriend, that you said you’d always loved emeralds. Thought diamonds were overrated. And you always gravitate towards that color stuff in the store, y’know?”

“Like that dress you bought on sale for your birthday or the blanket for the couch. I’m hoping you’ll like this one.” He looks down at the ring and back up at you. “I love you, you know that? I know you know that. And I think lately I’ve just realized that I shouldn’t wait for good shit to go down. I don’t need to, especially when I can make it happen.”

“I want you for the rest of forever. Me and you. So really, what do you think? You wanna marry me?”

You blink at him. “Dunno. Jury’s out. Could take a while to reach a verdict.” 

He laughs into your hair, one arm wrapping around the small of your back, the other cradling your head. This feeling right here, of being held, is something you’ll never get over. The way his body feels wrapped around yours. A lifetime of this safety? Duh. 

You slide your hand under his shirt and gently scratch his back. His skin is always so warm. 

“Of course I do, you fucking dumbass,” you mutter, watery eyes overtaking your every sense. Then you kiss him on the cheek and whisper into his ear, “Honestly kinda felt like we were married already anyhow. Now I just have a pretty token of your affection, too.”

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[billys-pretty-babe]

The Sea is my Home. The ocean is a mighty beast. 🌊

Endless Billy Hargrove parallel gifset (6/?)

[billys-pretty-babe]

But Daddy I Love Him

Chapter 2

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Daniella Hopper (Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC)

Warnings : Swearing, child abuse, mention of alcohol

Word count : 2739

           Jim looked at Daniella after he got off of the phone. “Can you go pick up El from Max’s house?” She nodded, getting out of her dad’s recliner. It had been weeks since she arrived in Hawkins and she was well aware of where the Hargrove house was. She got into her car, checking her hair before beginning the drive to the residential neighborhood.

            She arrived at the familiar house and saw a truck in the driveway as well as the familiar blue car. She got out of her car, having parked on the curb in front of the house. She walked up the driveway and knocked on the front door. She heard some yelling coming from inside of the house, it sounded like two guys arguing over something. From where she was standing, she saw a glimpse of blonde hair, knowing it was Billy’s from the few times she saw him when she’d pick up El.

            The front door opened, a frazzled Billy behind El. His cheek was red and there was a bruise near his eye. El quickly walked out of the house and before she could say anything, the door was shut and locked. El looked up at Daniella, “His dad’s mean to him.” Daniella nodded and walked back to her car with El and sat in the car for a moment, trying to see what the shadows behind the curtains were doing as she saw a hand strike one silhouette, not sure if it was Billy, but she had a good guess that it was him.

            “What are they arguing about?” El shrugged and Daniella began driving back to the house. She walked into the house and located her dad, “Dad.” Jim hummed as he filled out paperwork at the small coffee table. “What’s considered child abuse?” He raised a brow, “What?” Daniella sighed, “When I went to pick up El, Max’s brother has a bruise near his eye and it looked like his dad hit him or something when I got back into the car.” Jim waved her off, “I doubt that’s what happened. Billy’s troubled, I pull him over weekly due to speeding and other stuff. His dad probably found out about the unpaid tickets and got mad over them. I doubt it’s child abuse.”

            Daniella had a feeling it was something deeper, but she nodded. She walked into El’s room, listening to her talk on the phone. “Who are you talking to?” El looked at her and covered the receiver, “Max.” Daniella nodded and stayed for the conversation. El would hum and nod, trying to comfort Max about what was happening at her house. “Dani can come pick you up.” Daniella raised a brow and El looked at her and giggled, “Please.” Daniella sighed and nodded and waited for Max to confirm that she wanted her to go get her.

            Daniella grabbed her keys once more before leaving back into residential Hawkins. She parked in front of the house, noticing the truck was gone and the blue car was still there. She walked to the front door and knocked and waited. The door opened, Max’s brother answering the front door as he held a bag of frozen carrots to his eye. “I thought you already got your sister.”

            Daniella nodded, “I’m picking up, Max.” He shook his head, “She’s fine here.” Daniella raised a brow, “She called my sister and said she wanted to spend the night.” The guy shook his head, “She’s not allowed to leave, she’s grounded.” Something didn’t feel right to Daniella. “What’s your name?” The guy looked at her, “Billy.” She nodded, “I’m Daniella.” Billy nodded, “I know, shit bird talks about how cool you are and shit.”

            Max walked around in the back and she saw Daniella and waved. “Wanna come in?” Billy went to protest before Max pulled the door open completely and pulled Daniella inside of the house. It was wrecked, plates on the floor and the dining table looked like it was placed in the middle of a warzone. “We can hang out here, my mom and stepdad are staying in a hotel for the weekend.” Daniella nodded and followed Max to her room. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”

            Max nodded and Daniella walked to where Billy was as he picked up the large plate chunks and she began helping him. He looked at her, “You don’t have to do that.” She waved him off, “You obviously can’t see too well, just let me help.” He sighed and nodded. She helped him pick up the broken plates and she fixed the dining table. “Does he do that a lot?” Billy perked up, “I don’t know what you thought you saw, but it’s not what it looked like.”

            She was confused, she knows what she saw. She assumed it was something he didn’t want to talk about so she dropped it. It didn’t take long for the dining room to look pristine once again and Billy sighed, taking the bag off of his eye. It was heavily bruised and the side of his nose was swollen. She took a good look at him, he was breathtaking, even like this. She felt her heart stop a beat as she looked at him. He was broken but he was beautiful. “I’ve never seen you before.” She looked at him in his eyes, instead of her eyes wandering his features, “I’m only here for the summer.” Billy nodded.

            “How old are you?” “Eighteen.” Billy nodded and put the frozen carrots in the freezer to refreeze. “Do you know anyone here?” She shook her head and he hummed, “Well now you do, welcome to Hawkins, or welcome back. I don’t know your life story.” He walked away and walked into a bedroom and locked the door behind him. She walked into Max’s room, Max had her makeup on the floor. “You can leave the door open, that douche will open it anyway.”

            Daniella nodded, “He doesn’t seem too bad.” Max raised a brow, “You talked to him?” Daniella nodded as she sat on the floor with Max. She had been teaching her basic makeup and how to do her hair. “How’re things with Lucas?” Max sighed and began venting about her middle school relationship that was failing. “And then El broke up with Mike, it’s just a lot,” Max said as she practiced curling her lashes. “What’s your boyfriend like?” Daniella sighed, she hadn’t really heard from him since she got to Hawkins.

            “He’s a football player, I met him my Freshman year.” Max hummed before she looked at Daniella, “What grade was he in?” Daniella glanced at her, “He was a junior, a little old for me, but I was going through stuff.” Max nodded and fixed her lashes before putting on the clear mascara. “Is he nice?” Daniella nodded, “He is, he’s not big with emotions or anything like that, but you can tell he cares.” Max nodded again.

            “Has your dad met him?” Daniella shook her head, “No, I don’t think he will either. I’m only here for a few months before I go back to Indianapolis for college.” Max nodded; eye wide as she attempted to the clear clumps out of her lashes. “You should take Billy back with you, maybe we’ll have less tension with him gone.” Daniella glanced at the younger girl, “You don’t mean that, do you?” Max shrugged, “Ever since my mom started dating his dad, he’s been such a dick to everyone. Like he was always a dick when I met him but now, he’s mean. He never hurts me or anything like that, he’s just an asshole. I wish he was gone.”

            Daniella felt like she was lost for words, she didn’t know much about the blended family, but she felt like she understood where Billy was coming from. Her own stepfather had brought three kids into his marriage with Daniella’s mom and she had a hard time adjusting to having a ton of siblings. “Maybe he just needs someone to understand him.” Max snorted, “There’s no understanding him. I would say he needs to get laid but he does that a lot, he just needs a girlfriend probably.” Max looked at Daniella and Daniella raised a brow, “Why’d you look at me when you said that?” Max shrugged, “I could see you two being together.” Daniella scoffed, “I have a boyfriend, I already told you that.”

            Max hummed, “Do you love him?” Daniella stopped, she had been dating Alex on and off for four years. “Exactly.�� Daniella raised a brow, “I didn’t even say anything.” Max shrugged, “Didn’t have to, I can tell.” “You’re fourteen, Miss Love Expert.” She laughed, shaking her head. “You hesitated, if you genuinely loved him you wouldn’t hesitate.”

            There was a knock on her bedroom door and she looked over and groaned, “What?” Daniella looked back, seeing Billy in a pair of shorts, his skin wet from what she assumed was a quick shower. “Do you want takeout?” He scratched the back of his neck and she took him in, her eyes scanning him as Max responded and Billy looked at Daniella. “Do you want anything?” She shook her head, “It’s okay, I should probably leave soon.” Max frowned, “Oh come on, you can stay. I doubt your dad would care.” Daniella shrugged, “I don’t know, I’d have to call him.” Max nodded and shoved her landline in Daniella’s hands. “Call him.”

            Daniella sighed, “I don’t have clothes even if he says yes.” Max waved her off, I can find you something, just call him.” Daniella nodded at the pushy teenager before she called her dad, getting permission to stay the night. Max had been like another sister to her. She put her blue phone back on the table beside her bed and sat back on the floor beside Daniella. “Now, tell Billy what you want to eat.” Daniella looked at Billy, “I’m fine, really. I had dinner before I came here.” He nodded and Max huffed and Daniella watched Billy walk away.

           He was attractive, she would never deny that. “You should call your boyfriend.” Daniella looks at Max and shrugged, “Okay.” Max handed her landline back to Daniella and she dialed his number and listened to it ring twice before he picked up, his words slurred a little like he had been drinking. “Hello?” She smiled, “Hi Alex.” “Hi baby,” he said loudly through the receiver. Max leaned in close to listen to the conversation. “How’s home,” he asked, hiccupping softly. “It’s good, I’ve been spending a lot of time with my dad and my sister.” “No guys I hope.” Daniella laughed, “No guys, I promise.” Alex hummed, “Alright baby, well I’m drunk and I need to sleep. I love you.” Daniella nodded, “Love you too Alex.” The line went dead and she put the phone back.

           “No ‘I love you’, just love you like you say to friends?” Daniella looked at Max, brow raised, “Once again, you’re fourteen.” Max shrugged, “Just saying, I’m gonna find you clothes for the night.” Daniella nodded and Max left the room, leaving Daniella in her thoughts. She and Alex had a lot of ups and downs and there were trust issues caused by him which caused break ups a lot. Max walked back into the bedroom with shorts and shirt. “Here,” she tossed them to Daniella and she saw the Sharpie on the grey shirt.

B. Hargrove

Hawkins P.E. ‘84

           Daniella raised a brow and Max shrugged, “My clothes won’t fit you and I doubt you want to wear my mom’s, so I took Billy’s old clothes.” Daniella nodded and changed in the bathroom. The shorts were big on her in the waist but hugged her thighs. The shirt was also big on her and had a masculine smell mixed with smoke. She walked back into the room where Max had changed into her own pajamas. It wasn’t long before Billy stopped by Max’s room, leaning against the doorframe, “Food’s here.” Max nodded and stood up, groaning as she popped. Billy walked away, his eyes lingering on Daniella in his clothes. Daniella followed Max to the living room where a beer was cracked open and a few food containers were on the table as a sports game was playing.

           “Your food is in the bag, shit bird.” Max flipped him off at the name and he did the same back to her as he sat on the couch and Max grabbed her food and took off back to her bedroom with Daniella in tow. It felt like hours, but in reality, it was barely under an hour until Max had fallen asleep on the floor, her food containers around her. Daniella collected the trash and stood up before leaving the room as she went to the living room, Billy still on the couch as a movie played. “Hey Billy.” He jumped, not expecting her voice. “You scared the fuck out of me.” Daniella softly laughed, apologizing. “Where do I throw the trash away at?” He pointed to the brown bag on the floor. She nodded and threw away the white containers.

           “She fell asleep on the floor, by the way.” Billy groaned, “She does this shit all the time.” He got up, stretching before scratching his stomach. He walked to her bedroom and lifted her with ease before he placed her in the bed. He turned off her lamp before shutting her door. “You can stay the night, it’s late and I doubt you want to drive backroads right now. You can take my bed; I usually sleep out here anyway.” Daniella shook her head, “It’s your bed, I don’t want to take it.” He waved her off, “It’s fine, really,” he said as he sat back down on the couch.

           “There’s no tv in there, but you can stay out here. I don’t bite, contrary to popular belief.” She laughed and sat down on the couch, curling up with her legs under her. “What’re you watching?” He shrugged, “Channel surfing.” She nodded. “Where are you from?” She looked at him, “Hawkins, I moved to Indianapolis eight years ago.” Billy nodded, “Why?” She hummed, not wanting to get into Sara’s death. “My parents got divorced and my mom got full custody.” Billy nodded. “Where are you from?” Billy smiled, “California.” Daniella’s eyes lit up, “I’ve never been there before. What’s it like?” Billy smiled more; his voice filled with love as he described his home in California.

           It wasn’t long before Billy felt a weight on his shoulder as the movie played on the tv. He looked down, Daniella asleep on his shoulder. He grabbed the throw blanket and covered her with it. He had a half mind to pick her up and take her to his room so she’d be comfortable. He didn’t want to leave her on the couch by herself just in case his dad got back early.

           He didn’t understand why he cared about someone he barely knew, maybe because she was worried about him and not only interested in his bedroom activities. He got comfortable on the couch, putting his legs up on the longest side as he turned the tv down. He grabbed a different blanket and covered up his lower half as he laid down. He looked at Daniella, feeling bad that he had all of the pillows. He moved her a little, not knowing how light of a sleeper she was. He placed her head on his shoulder so she’d at least be able to use his arm to keep her head propped up.

           He watched the tv program until his eyes felt heavy and began to hurt from the lack of sleep. Daniella’s lips smacked softly as she moved a little, her head on his chest as she curled up beside him, cuddling him. He stilled, his heart stopping as he stopped breathing. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do in this situation. He never cuddled anyone, his mom used to cuddle him but she left nearly ten years ago. He moved his arm so it was draped over her back before he moved his left leg so it was propped on the back of the couch, his knee up so he could get air under the blanket and he fell asleep, comfortable for the first time in the last ten years.

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But Daddy I Love Him Masterlist

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Daniella Hopper

Jim Hopper, the Chief of Police, has a daughter that Billy’s age. In June 1985, Daniella Hopper goes to Hawkins, Indiana to visit her father years after her younger sister died from cancer. Daniella Hopper is a good girl, she never partied, never drank and never did anything illegal, until Billy Hargrove came into her life. The summer of 1985 is going to be filled with firsts thanks to Billy Hargrove.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

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But Daddy I Love Him

Chapter 1

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Daniella Hopper (Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC)

Warnings : Swearing

Word count : 1572

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           Daniella sighed as she parked in the driveway of the cabin. She had been living in Indianapolis with her mother and stepfather for years, ever since her younger sister died from cancer. She wasn’t close with her father anymore, but she still wrote letters to him and talked to him on the phone once a week. She knew he was romantically involved with Joyce Byers, the same woman who was at her parents’ wedding smoking a cigarette with her deadbeat husband.

           Daniella saw the curtains move before two girls appeared in the window of the living room. One was a redhead and the other was a brunette. She raised a brow, there was no way her dad had more kids so why were there two seemingly teenage girls in his living room? The front door opened after the curtains moved back to their original spot and Jim Hopper, Daniella’s father walked out of the cabin, his lips curled up in a smile around his cigarette.

           Daniella was a daddy’s girl when she was younger and she felt the hole in her heart start to mend seeing her father in the flesh, instead of just hearing his voice through the staticky phone that her mother had gifted her a few years back. Jim walked down the few steps and she unlocked her car doors, getting out of the car. He smiled and put his arms out and she smiled and hugged him. She felt the little girl in her peeking out in the arms of her father who she missed dearly. She understood why she wasn’t able to live with him, his addiction picked up after Sara died and he wasn’t fit to be a parent while he grieved.

           “Hi baby,” he murmured against her dark brown hair. She smiled and looked up at him, she was a near spitting image of her father, the same blue eyes and the same brown hair. “Hi dad.” Jim smiled and kissed the top of her head again. “Let’s get you settled in the house, I cleaned out your room.” She nodded and popped the trunk of her car and he grabbed a few bags, putting them on her suitcases so she wouldn’t have to carry much.

           “Dad, I got it.” He waved her off, puffing on his cigarette as he walked into the house. She grabbed her last remaining bags and followed him into the cabin. She passed the two girls as they watched her and she followed him to the back of the cabin where her childhood room was, right across from Sara’s room. Jim turned the lights on, her music box was on an upgraded vanity and the bed was a lot larger than she remembered.

           “I upgraded the room, you’re eighteen now. I didn’t think you’d want princesses and pink everywhere. I kept a lot of the stuff in storage just in case you do want it.” Daniella nodded and Jim idled by the door. “I missed you Dani, I did.” Her heart stuttered at the nickname, no one had called her that since Sara passed. “I missed you too, dad.” Jim smiled and looked at his watch. “I’ll let you unpack and get settled and then we can go get something to eat.” Daniella nodded and he shut the door.

           She began unpacking, putting her clothes in the closet and the white dressers that held a tv and the antenna was set up under her blinds. It wasn’t long before everything was unpacked and she put on different clothes so she could relax after dinner. She left the bedroom and walked into the familiar living room where a portrait of her, Sara, her mother and father was on display on the wall as well as other pictures from her childhood.

           Jim was in his recliner, watching whatever was on the tv as the two girls were in the guest bedroom on the floor. “Who are they?” He flinched, not expecting to hear her voice and she laughed softly. He looked in the room, “El, come here.” The girl with brown hair walked out of the room and stood close to him as she looked at Daniella. “El, this is Daniella, but we call her Dani. She’s, my daughter.” El’s brow furrowed before pointing to herself, “I’m your daughter.” Jim nodded, “But so is she, she’s my oldest. Dani, that’s El, it’s a long story and I’ll explain it soon.” Daniella nodded, waving at the younger girl.

           “Max,” El said, beckoning the red-haired girl. The girl walked into the living room, waving at Daniella, “Finally an older girl to hang out with.” Jim raised a brow, “Your brother looks like a girl from the side.” Max rolled her eyes, “I’m not willingly hanging out with Billy.” Jim snickered against the can of Cola in his hand. “I have a brother, around your age I think. How old are you?” Daniella looked at Max, who wasn’t much shorter than she was. “I just turned eighteen.”

           Max nodded, “So did he, in March. His name’s William.” El raised a brow, “I thought it was Billy.” Max looked at her and nodded, “It is, just like mine is Maxine but I go by Max. His is William but he goes by Billy.” El nodded, still obviously confused as to how you get Billy from William. “You should meet him,” El said, almost dreamily. Jim scoffed, “No, hell no. She will not be meeting that delinquent, no offence to your brother, Max.” Max waved him off, “Not my brother, technically, just legally.” Jim nodded and looked at Daniella, “Ready to go get dinner?” She nodded and he let the recliner down. “Max, I can drop you off unless someone’s coming to get you.” She nodded, “My mom and Neil are out of town I think and who knows what that douchebag is doing.” Jim nodded and grabbed the keys to the Chief car he rode around in and Daniella grabbed her car keys.

           All three girls walked out of the house and Jim locked the front door and El and Max got into the back of the car and Daniella got into her car and got into the street and let her dad lead the way to Max’s house. It took nearly fifteen minutes for them to arrive in front of a white house. A blue car was in the driveway as the lights on it turned off, like the driver had just gotten back. The driver door opened, a guy getting out of the car. He had blonde curls that were put into a bun at the nape of his neck. He wore jeans and a white tank top as he held a red bag. Max got out of the back of Jim’s car and the guy looked over, his eye-catching Daniella’s as he smirked, lifting his hand to wave to her before Jim honked and called out of his window, “Don’t even try it, Hargrove! She’s off limits for you!”

           The guy put his thumb up before opening the front door, Max barely getting inside before the front door shut. Jim drove to a fast-food joint, the three of them walking inside and ordering their food as Daniella sipped on her Coca Cola, something she grew up with. “You’re quiet.” She looked at El and nodded, “Just tired.” The girl nodded, her brown eyes looking into hers.

           “Sleepover?” Daniella cocked her head a little, “Huh?” El huffed, pointing between them, “Sleepover.” Daniella squinted a little, “I live with you guys for a few months before I go back home.” El hummed and nodded, sipping on whatever she had poured into her cup while Jim was paying for the food. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Daniella nodded; she had a boyfriend back home in Indianapolis. He wasn’t the best, but she loved him, or at least she thought she did.

           “I do too,” El said happily, happy to have something in common with her older ‘sister’. “His name’s Mike.” Daniella nodded and looked at Jim who seemed more than displeased at the name that was spoken. It wasn’t long before their number was called and Jim grabbed the food and El had asked to ride back with Daniella. “She’s probably tired, El. She might want to drive by herself.” Daniella shook her head, “It’s fine, dad.” Jim nodded and El got into the passenger seat as she talked to Daniella, talking her ear off for fifteen minutes straight.

           It felt like hours has passed when she got back to the house and dinner was already eaten as they all sat around. She began to space out, thinking back to Max’s house, thinking about the guy, who she assumed was Max’s brother that was mentioned. His eyes were captivating, from what she saw of them. “You okay, Dani?” She looked at her dad and nodded, “Just tired, I’m probably gonna go to bed.” Jim nodded as he looked at El who had fallen asleep on the floor.

           He groaned and picked her up, taking her into the guest bedroom that looked like he had transformed it into a regular bedroom. Daniella threw away her trash before grabbing a glass of water. “Goodnight dad.” Jim smiled, “Goodnight Dani.” She walked down the hallway, into her bedroom and she shut the door behind her. She laid down and she looked outside, watching the stars before she fell asleep.

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