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July | b.h

summary: Leaving Hawkins should’ve been a dream for Billy and the love of his life. But not everything is happy ever after is it?

warnings: angst and swearing

a/n: based on ‘July’ by Noah Cyrus :)

i've been holding my breath, i've been counting to ten, over something you said, i've been holding back tears, while you're throwing back beers, i'm alone in bed

It wasn’t what I had thought, nor expected. When me and Billy left Hawkins, it felt (as cliché as it sounds) that the world was at our feet. We had no plans, just two teenagers starting our lives together. It was an adventure. But like all teenage dreams, there had to be a reality – so once we reached California, Billy got a job at the mechanic shop, and I worked at the local café. And when we finally bought our first house, it wasn’t big, but it had a porch, and a garden. It was ours. And we were the happiest we ever were.

However, as the years went by, the magical sense of our little fairy tale became lost, the sprinkle of glitter began to fade at the mundane and monotony of our life. We were adults, tied down to dead end jobs, and Billy grew bored. Or at least it seemed. Like adults, we argued over money, whether we were spending too much, or we need to save to fix the refrigerator, it felt like we were always in dispute.

“y/n. Did you really need to buy this dress?” He shrugged, checking the price tag on the side. “I bought it for our anniversary.” Resting my hand upon his, it felt cold and alien. “We could’ve bought a new sofa for a late present.”

And most nights he didn’t come to bed with me.  I’d go alone, the bed sheets cold and empty, and I fell asleep to the sound of faint TV and the clink of beer bottles on the coffee table. We were adults. I would tell myself. This is what being an adult is.

you know i, i'm afraid of change, guess that's why we stay the same

But at the end of the day, we love each other right? Of course I still loved him, he was my Billy, my love, yet it felt he didn’t feel the same. I couldn’t leave though. I had no other friends or family in California. I left everything in Hawkins for him. Everything I had was with him.

feels like a lifetime, just tryna get by, while we're dying inside, i've done a lot of things wrong, loving you being one, but i can't move on

“We’re not kids anymore y/n!”

He rarely shouted, but it was getting more frequent, his temper coming back, his sharp words returning to hands reach. “I know we’re not Billy. Fucking hell.” My voice was shaky, I hated when we argued. It felt like with every argument, we distanced even more, the love he had for me shrinking in size.

“I’m sorry that I work hard, long hours. I’m sorry I don’t have the energy to go on fucking ‘dates to the beach’or ‘midnight drives’.We’re not those Hawkins teenagers who have no fucking responsibility.” He hissed, swallowing a large gulp of the amber liquid he gripped so tightly in his hand. The drinking became routine. No longer had one every other night with dinner, but reached for the beer the second he came back from work. The Billy I fought so hard to flourish, the man he almost became shrunk back into the teenager he pretended he was no longer. Angry, drunk, and seemingly incapable of love. “I just want to do things with my husband, who I love,because we don’t see each other anymore!”

“You saying I don’t love you?”

We were no longer creating a life. We were just trying to get by.

so tell me to leave, i'll pack my bags, get on the road, find someone that loves you better than i do, darling, i know, 'cause you remind me every day, i'm not enough, but i still stay

My grip on the steering wheel was tight, and the tears were streaming so hard and fast, the road was blurry. The silence of the car emphasised my rapid breaths, and the thousands of thoughts raced through my mind. My suitcase was packed tight, in the boot along with everything I belonged. And as I passed the ‘Welcome to Hawkins’ sign, it felt like a weight had lifted off my shoulders. I had never loved until I met Billy. And I doubt I ever will love anybody the same way. But I also doubt he’ll find somebody who loves him better than I did.

if you want me to leave, then tell me to leave, and baby, i'll go

My dearest Billy,

By the time you read this I’ll be long gone. Back home. I want you to know how much I adore you. We met as wily teenagers, not expecting much more than sex and a few good memories. We got that, and along the way we fell in love, and although it scared us, we did what we did best: grabbed it by the balls and faced it. And we are the greatest love story there is to tell. I love you so fucking much, but we’d both be idiots to lie and say we were happy. We weren’t. I won’t say that is a final goodbye, because I don’t think anybody could replace you, and I don’t think we could stay apart forever. So this is a for now.For now, we need to live separate lives, and one day we will find each other again. I know we will.

But if you want me to leave permanently, then tell me to leave and baby I’ll go.

With my entire heart, and everything I am,

Your darling wife, Y/N.

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you should see me in a crown | pt. 1

The first part of the series is here, and I’m honestly super excited! I’ve had a lot of fun planning and writing. I’m hoping to update pretty regularly, and I’d love to hear what you guys think. It’s gonna be a slow burn and a longer series. I have about fifteen chapters planned so far, but it might wind up being longer than that depending on how it goes. The first few chapters are written and ready for proofreading, so it shouldn’t be too long a wait. Feel free to comment or message your thoughts or if you want to be added to the tag list!

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of a bad past relationship, but I don’t think much else aside from that

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intro | pt. 1

The first time Billy Hargrove approached you was practically straight out of a scene from a movie. If there had been a camera on you on that fateful October day, it would’ve been teen heartthrob gold.

The bell for lunch had just rung, and your classmates stampeded through the school in true high school fashion. The wafting smell of Friday pizza from the cafeteria down the hall wasn’t exactly mouth-watering, but it was enough to encourage you to get to your own slice as quickly as possible. You knew your girls would have your slice already waiting for you, used to their captain’s pre-lunch ritual. You were eagerly throwing your textbooks into your locker when it hit you.

The smell of cigarettes, hairspray, and men’s aftershave invaded the pleasant smell of lunch, assaulting your senses. The only thought that crossed your mind: here we go again.

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fire meets gasoline | b.h x v.h

pairings: Billy Hargrove x Veronica Hopper (O.C), Hopper!AdoptiveDad x Veronica Hopper, Eleven!AdoptiveSister x Veronica Hopper

summary: Billy comes to pick up Max and Hopper isn’t happy about his daughter knowing the neighbourhood bicycle, but what happens when Veronica disregards her father and still goes to Tina’s party to see none other than Billy Hargrove?

warnings: moderate swearing??

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CHAPTER TWO

Morning were often my favourite time of the day, quickly followed by nightfall: the hours I could truly bask in my own solace. The sunlight fought to seen through the curtains, shining a bright light on my face causing me to turn to the other side of the bed, humming in content at the smell that lingered. Dad was making eggos. Hauling myself out of bed, I threw my hair up in a messy bun and wiped the sleep away from my eyes.

“Morning sweetheart” Hopper robotically muttered, he said it every morning, and when faced with making breakfast, he lost the ability to multitask. “The girls not up yet?” Scanning the room for the brunette and her ginger accomplice, only to find they were missing so knocked on her bedroom door and alerted them of eggos – which motivated them to get out of bed. “Four eggo extravaganzas and strawberry milkshakes.” Hopper announced, placing them around the table. The mismatch family (plus a Max) sat around the table, starting to devour their breakfast, before a door knock pulled us all from our morning conversation.

Already getting up, I dusted any crumbs off of my lap, “I’ll get it.”, and lazily opened the door, and snapped into sense when Billy Hargrove was leaning against the doorframe, his gold necklace dangling idly in front of his chest, wearing none other than a shirt that was buttoned a bit too low. “I’m here for Max, princess.” God I could only imagine Hoppers reaction to his pet name, and I was not looking forward to the questioning. “We’re still eating breakfast, none of us are ready.” I shrugged, leaving the flirty tone from last night at bay. Not around Hopper or the girls. “Explains the outfit.” At this moment, I realised how exposed I was, simply an oversized t-shirt that hung over my right shoulder from the excessive size. “Stop gawking, Hargrove.” Slightly snarling with a small smirk, crossing my arms at his not so stealthy mission of checking me out. From this and when we met, it seems he likes being caught. “Come in then.” Turning on my heels, I walked back to the table, picking up my plate, “You can have some of mine.”

“So you can be nice sometimes.” Laughing, he grabbed a plate from the cupboard and I piled some food onto his place and gave him a fork, and we sat at the counter beside eachother. Feeling Hoppers eyes burning into us, I slightly shouted “Dad? This is Billy, Max’s brother.” Feeling like an introduction to the teenage boy in his house was what he was expecting. “Step-brother.” Both Max and Billy mumbled, which I threw my hands up in surrender up, muttering a string of amused ‘sorry’s.

“We’ve met.” Hopper grunted, eyes squinting onto Billy. This was a splendid start. “Still speeding around town like a maniac, Hargrove?” He was challenging him. Baiting him almost. “Not anymore, sir, not since you busted me.” Billy’s signature cocky tone was back, and it irritated Hopper, as he added, “Six times.”

“Five, actually, sir.” He corrected, and you could see Hopper tense up, as if ready to pounce. “Alright, Mr and Mrs Testosterone, break it up.”  

Both backed off, turning back around to continue their meal. For a bit, I just watched him eat, sitting in a comfortable silence. It was then that I really noticed his eyes, this bright shade of blue that burned into you. They were like water, or even the sea, but the intensity reminded me of a burning fire. “Having fun there, princess?” Laughing, I cleared his now empty plate into the sink. “You wish.” Raising an eyebrow, I leant back onto the counter to which he walked over, reaching behind me, our bodies millimetres from touching and all I wanted to do was close the space between us, “Oh I do. Trust me.” And picked up an apple, and copied my stance on the counter opposite. “Are you coming to Tina’s party tonight?” Taking a bite of the apple, the juice slightly dripped onto his chin and he wiped it off with the back of his hand. How could Billy fucking Hargrove eating an apple make me so goddamn weak? “I might make an appearance.”

“Billy, let’s go!” Max shouted from the door, all dressed and ready to leave. Billy rolled his eyes in what I guess to be frustration and pushed himself off the counter. I went to walk him to the door and he placed his hand on the small of my back, sending shivers down my spine, “Well I hope you do, princess.”

Billy then straightened out his jacket, and extended his right hand forward in front of Hopper, and he begrudgingly took it and grunted “Thank you for breakfast, sir, nice to see you again.” And when he left, a part of me was hoping it wouldn’t be for long. There wasn’t a breath of silence before Hopper broke it again. “So. Veronica.” He scratched his head, almost comically and in the most patronising and dad-like way asked “How long have you known Billy ‘I like to speed around and break rules’ Hargrove?” Of course he was getting annoyed. Billy isn’t the type of guy who bring home to your family. He’s the type of guy to only ever meet your bedroom. Playfully rolling my eyes, I stood put, not moving from the door.  “Since yesterday, dad. Purely because he’s Max’s step-brother.”

“Then how did he know where the plates were kept. Hmm?” His voice became louder, angrier, and he sharply shrugged in anticipation. Slamming his hand on the side and he sighed before returning to his more heated tone, “Why does he know where we keep our goddamn cutlery, Veronica?”

“Stop yelling! Fucksake. It’s seriously not that deep. I invited him in for a drink when he dropped Max off last night. No need to make a drama.” I’d known Hopper to get mad at me. It wasn’t rare. I guess over time, he accepted whatever shit I got into and he shrugged it off. But I had seen him angry. This somehow felt different. “No need? Sorry I don’t want my daughter hanging out with some trouble maker Casanova like him.” Scoffing, he placed himself on the sofa, elbows resting on his knees running his hands over his face. “I can handle myself.  This is bullshit. And you know it.”

“Excuse me?”

Then it clicked. He didn’t like Billy because he’s a ‘bad boy’ (or not entirely), he didn’t want to lose his little girl. “You just don’t like the fact that I’m growing up. I’m no longer a kid and that scares the shit out of you. I’m going to be around boys, going to parties, sleeping with people,” At the last part, he scrunched up his face in disgust, and almost in raw truth, as he realised I was right. “And that terrifies you. But don’t project that onto me. Deal with your shit, dad.”

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The house was practically shaking from the blaring music, the entire teenage population of Hawkins crammed into Tina’s house, filling their veins with burning alcohol, finding somebody to pretend to love for just one night, pretend they didn’t live in this tiny shitty town. Clinging to my denim jacket, I mentally cursed at myself for wearing black cycling shorts and a black tucked in t-shirt, causing my legs to turn into icicles from the Indiana October weather. There were murmurs and subtle gasps of shock when I walked in, parties never usually being my scene, opting to stay in and read. Or maybe have dinner with the devil as I’ve heard some people say I do in my spare time. That one was my favourite.

Hearing I chorus of cheers, I was drawn to the garden, hearing a voice roaring, “That’s how you do it, Indiana!” and a smile graced my face as I identified it as Billy. My pathway was blocked as the bathroom door swung open, and a guy leaving nearly knocked me off my feet. “Fucking hell, watch it ass-” My series of curses halted as I looked up to see none other than Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington crying.Nobody had seen King Stevecry. Well, anybody but me. And I’m not talking about this moment. Before he was crowned King, we were best friends, since being toddlers. He was the one who held me crying when I felt alone and unloved (each time) and when Hopper adopted me, then we distanced. I’d seen Steve cry, when his parents were on brink of divorce, when he felt like they didn’t care, we saw each other at our lowest. It must be something big to cause Steve to break at a party full of everybody he knew.

“Steve? Let’s go outside.” I tried my best to hide his face, to keep up his image but everyone was too drunk to remember this tomorrow. We sat on the porch steps, and the cold air whipped my skin and I sat waiting for him to talk. “Don’t shut me out again.” I whispered, not even looking at him, the pain from all those years ago laced in my voice. “Talk to me.” Placing my hand on his wrist, I tried my best to comfort him. At first he tensed up, not used to my touch but it didn’t take long for him to relax into it, putting his other hand atop mine, interlocking our hands. “It was all bullshit.” His voice was broken. Utterly broken. I hadn’t heard his voice like that since his dad told him he wished he’d never had a son in the first place. “What was?”

“Her.” Nancy Wheeler. When they first started dating, it made me laugh. Stuck-up prudish good girl dating King Steve – what else did I expect? But I never thought she’d end it. Honestly thought new Steve would fuck up and sleep with someone else. “What happened?”

“She broke up with me.” He laughed. In a way that was filled with disbelief, even he couldn’t understand it. “You can do so much better than Nancy fucking Wheeler.” Scoffing, I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and pulled him into a hug which he only weaselled his way out of, standing up in front of me, running his hands through his hair. “I don’t want better. I want her. I love her.” Sighing, I looked up at him. “Love is fucked up, and overrated.”

“I know.” With that, he wiped his face, shook his body as if shaking away his pain and smiled at me. A genuine smile. “I’m going to head home. Thank you, Ron.” Ron. It felt weird hearing him say it but comforting at the same time.

“You made it.” Steve’s place was replaced with Billy, and a waft of beer stench and cigarette smoke invaded the air around me. He flashed a smile, biting his lower lip and I stretched my legs out in front of me. “Seems I did Hargrove.” Crossing my arms, I took in the view around me. Nightfall. The sky was dark, a poetry of stars strung throughout the blackness and the blanket it made comforted me. He sighed in boredom before asking, “Wanna get out of here?”

“I know a place.”

*  *  *

He parked his car on the side of the road, and as I grabbed his hand, I guided him through the trees. “So where are we going?” He chuckled, “You’re not going to kill me right?” Weaving throughout the towering branches, I sighed in content as we arrived at a clearing, the grass full of a variation of flowers and walked to the group of rocks in which I perched myself on top of, motioning for him to join me. “My thinking place.”

“Thinking place?” He repeated, looking around, taking in the view. The flowers were my favourite, the haze of purple and yellow, although the vibrancy was masked the dark sky. “Obviously you know Hopper isn’t my real dad.” I stated, voice void from emotion. And as I said that I didn’t know why I did. Why I was opening up. But there was this feeling. This instinct that I could trust him. “My dad left when I was four. Mum died from an overdose when I was six. Hopper was close to my mum so he took me as his own.” Looking at him, his eyes were glassy slightly, eyebrows furrowed and I felt this steel ball sink in my stomach. “Please don’t give me that look. I don’t want your pity.”  Resting his hand on my thigh, his warmth made me jump slightly, probably the California in him. But his touch calmed me. “I wasn’t going to. I know a few things about shitty dads.” It was odd. Two strangers opening up to each other. “Yours an asshole too?”

“You see this?” Twisting slightly, it revealed a scar along the side of his head, running along his temple, “Gave that to me.” I traced it with my thumb, the rest of my hand placed on the side of his head. “Fucking hell, Billy.” Scoffing, he looked down, then coughed, discarding of the tears that started to form. “See? Now you’re giving me that look.”

“That’s different. Mine decided I wasn’t going enough for him so left. Yours…”

“Hey,” He hushed, this newfound softness in his voice was soothing, and he took both of my hands in his and brought them up to his lips. “Don’t think you’re not good enough. You were four. Whatever the reason he left, wasn’t because of you.” I sent him a weak smile. I only ever spoke to Hopper or El about it, on the very rare occasion, but it was nice to open up to him. “You know what, Hargrove? We’re kindred souls, you and I.”

He smirked, laughing under his breath, “Oh yeah?” Nodding, I crossed my legs, fiddling with the hem of my shorts, “I think we were meant to find each other”

“You really believe in that stuff?”

“Not until I met you.”

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fire meets gasoline | b.h x v.h

pairings: Billy Hargrove x Veronica Hopper (O.C), Hopper!AdoptiveDad x Veronica Hopper, Eleven!AdoptiveSister x Veronica Hopper

summary: Billy was the new kid. Veronica was the ‘damaged’ kid. Both with similar walls, they were bound to bump into each other, multiple times apparently. Especially when fire is drawn to gasoline.

warnings: moderate swearing??

a/n: lemme know if you want to be tagged in future parts dudes :)

CHAPTER ONE

Pulling into the all too familiar building that was Hawkins High, I ran my hands through my hair, studying the array of students bustling into the busy halls. “Thanks for the ride Ronnie.” Turning my gaze to the right, I softly smiled at the young brunette next to me. “Anytime El. Still want me to pick you up from the arcade tonight?” She uttered a, “Yes please.” before disappearing off into her group of friends. When Hopper brought her home, I wasn’t pleased. It wasn’t unusual for him to bring in a stray, after all he did that for me, but I was afraid she wouldn’t fit in. But was I wrong. El soon enough became a sister to me; late nights gossiping about boys, doing our hair and watching The Golden Girls. Often Hopper would huff something about wishing there was more testosterone in the house, but at the end of the day he wouldn’t have it any other way – there was nothing more he loved than both of his girls.

Slamming shut the car door, I leaned back, prolonging my dreaded entrance to the gates of hell by watching the people around me. It was the usual. Steve and Nancy looking all dopey eyed and loved up, Jonathan walking in alone, and like their routine Tommy, Carol and Nicole stood chatting away. But their gaze was sent in another direction and as I followed it, it led me to him. His dirty blonde curls adorned his head, and his cocky stature stood taking in the view around him, his shirt was unbuttoned one button too low but I did not mind at all, and the denim jacket hung perfectly on his shoulders, and don’t get me started on those jeans. God, those jeans. But when he turned around, that’s when it happened. You see, this is the moment that I felt my body go cold yet fluster up with all kinds of heat. We locked eyes, and his lips pulled into this smirk, this type of smirk that meant only bad things. I knew that with the arrival of whoever the hell this was, everything was going to change. How could it not?

He sauntered over to me, pure cockiness and lust dripping off him with every step. As he stopped in front of me, he rested his hand on the car next to my head leaving barely any space between us. “Im Billy. Hargrove.” His deep, husky voice matched his exterior: being sultry and inviting in all the wrong ways. You knew this boy would ruin your life. But you’d let him anyway. “You’re new.” It wasn’t a question. In a town like Hawkins, everybody knew everybody, and there was no way someone like him would have gone under the radar. For a few seconds, it was if he wasn’t paying attention to what I said, as he obviously looked at my body, uncaring I knew he was checking me out. “That obvious, huh?” He cocked an eyebrow, enticing me in. Glancing to the side, Carol and her clique were glaring green at me, eyes full of envy. “Would remember a face like yours, handsome.” He chuckled, replacing his sultry smirk with a real smile, and you could tell me has never heard the word ‘no’ from a girl. Not with a goddamn smile like that. “She’s got charm; she’s got looks…” I leant forward, this time copying his actions of looking at him up and down and he was taken back slightly, not expecting me to be so forward. “She’s also got bite.” Before he could respond, the first period bell echoed in the parking lot, and I gently nudged past him to walk to the doors. “Hey! I didn’t your name!” He laughed, slightly bewildered, amused even. Turning around to face him, I smiled before winking. “That’s because I didn’t tell you, handsome.”

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Checking my watch, it read 4:36, I arrived at the arcade at exactly 4:30 hoping El would have been waiting, but like usual she was late. I grabbed my copy of The Great Gatsby which was practically falling apart from the amount of times I had read and re-read it. It was my favourite book of all time, I never really understood why. Maybe it was the fact that the 20’s seemed like such a mesmerising time to live. Endless parties, men in suits, full on glamour. It captivated me. I didn’t even finish my page before a knocking came from my window, which I rolled down without averting my gaze, assuming El would ask if she could stay another hour or so. “There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.”The voice wasn’t one I expected yet it was one that I knew. And as I looked at the owner of said voice, somehow he looked better than he did this morning. “Gatsby? Wouldn’t have taken you as a Fitzgerald fan, Billy, hell- a book fan at that.” Feigning a hurt look, he placed his hand on his heart. “I’m more than a pretty face, princess.” Narrowing my eyes, I placed my book on the passenger seat. “I’m not a princess.”

“Oh no, Veronica Hopper,” He found out my name. He wanted me to know, he knew my name.“From what I’ve heard, you have quite the reputation.” As he said this, so many thoughts crossed my mind. I wasn’t popular at school. If I didn’t throw such a punch, or have quite the big mouth I did, I’m sure Carol or Tommy would have fun with me. Maybe it was because I wasn’t people-orientated, or maybe it’s because I was adopted, or maybe there is no fucking reason expect people are shitty. But I ignored all the bad stuff they could’ve told him. If it was that bad, he wouldn’t have spoken to me again after this morning. “Scare you, Hargrove?”

“Nothing scares me, princess.” Crouching down, his head was practically inside the car. “Bullshit.” I laughed, crossing my arms. And with that, his eyes lost his playful glitter, as if an actual barrier went up between his eyes and me. “It’s not.”

“Everyone is scared of something.” Shrugging, I leant forward, my elbows perching on the opened window, head in hand. “What about you then, little miss fearless?” His voice was quiet, brooding as he pushed my hair behind my ear slowly, his touch lingering. My breath hitched, and he noticed, smirking at the affect he had on me, before I managed to whisper out, “Why would I tell you that?” There were a few moments of silence. Both of us not knowing what to say, just staring at each other.

“Billy!” Breaking out of our trance, he pushed himself off the car, “See you around, princess.” Winking, he started to walk off with a little redheaded girl, who I assumed to be Max, El right behind her, running up to us. “Ronnie? Can Max come for a sleep over tonight?” Max soon was right behind her, both girls smiling widely. “I don’t have an issue with it. Dad probably won’t either. Billy?” Max snapped to face her brother, hands clasped to her chin. “Please Billy?”

“I’ll follow your car.”

The girls thanked us right up until they each got into their cars and immediately El turned to me as I started driving. At first, she was silent, expecting me to talk first, but she grew impatient, sighing dramatically. “You and Billy?”

“What about me and Billy?” The monotone manner of my voice was my way of warning her to back off, not wanting to talk to her about him. It wasn’t some sort of normal boy stuff, he’s cute, I’d marry him and have his children, this was sex stuff.  “Are you dating?”

“I met him this morning.” Rolling my eyes, I didn’t even look at her, wanting nothing more than this conversation to end. “You like him.” She teased, laughing. “No I don’t” I huffed, “He… intrigues me.”

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As soon as they left the cars, they ran to the front door, quickly leaving our sight, presumably to El’s bedroom, and I laughed at their antics. How I wished to be that young again, full of innocence, you believe that the world is anything you want it to be. “So” He breathed, “I’ll pick the little shit up tomorrow, not sure what time.” He leant back on his Camaro, arms folded, a brooding look plastered onto his face. “Or you could come inside for a bit.” I shrugged, not really giving him an option as I walked into the house without his reply, not quite sure if he was actually following me. The slam of the front door behind me confirmed it, and I had to supress the smirk on my face.

Wandering to the kitchen, I picked up two glasses, “Drink?” and placed them on the counter, opening the fridge to get the premade strawberry milkshake for me. “Water.” I guided him to the sofa, where we sat ourselves and he scoffed at the pink liquid in my glass. “So you’re this bad bitch who still drinks pink milkshakes?” Laughing, I shook my head, placing the glass on the coffee table in front of us. “Don’t mock my milkshakes, they taste good.” I positioned myself to lay with my back on the arm of the chair, legs tucked to my chest. “Not the only thing that tastes good, princess.” He placed his hand on my right knee, lightly pushing it down, so he could fully see my face. Which was one of slight shock, entice and fluster. “Yeah, the chocolate ones are really good too.” I casually said, removing myself from the sofa, feeling myself get pulled in by his charms. Leaning his head back he groaned loudly which morphed into a laugh, turning towards me he pointed at me, “You’re impossible.”

“Try harder then, handsome.”

It wasn’t long before Billy went home, not wanting the sheriff to completely kill him if he found him in his house with his daughter, and as I lay in bed that night, somehow he was still in my thoughts. He wasn’t like any other guy in Hawkins. Because he isn’t from Hawkins. He was a fire in amongst those of water.

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The Shirt™

20 Minutes earlier

Steve: driving the kids to school after spending the night at Billy’s Max: … Why are you wearing my brother’s shirt? Steve: Wtf? Omg! Shit, let’s trade!!!?

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Yes. yes. YES.

“Ok, run me through what exactly just happened, shitbird. This time, a little bit slower.” - What do you mean this isn’t what happened???? 

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This broke me

November Rain (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Nothing lasts forever And we both know hearts can change // But love is always coming and love is always going And no ones really sure who’s letting go today Walking away // So if you wanna love me Then darling don’t refrain Or I’ll just end up walking In the cold November rain // So never mind the darkness We still can find a way Cause nothing lasts forever Even cold November rain 

The white dress is pretty, the woman wearing it even more breathtaking. Everyone gasps when you embark on the journey down the aisle. The smile behind your veil mocks Billy’s aching heart. 

Your hair is styled perfectly. Painfully, Billy remembers the mornings you’d wake up together. Doing your hair at the same time, most times taking longer than you to get ready. 

“She looks beautiful,” Max whispers to her brother. He nods, holding his hands tighter together every step you take. Stunning, he thinks.

You’re wearing dainty heels and looking at them Billy is reminded of the winter nights your feet would attack his warm skin. He’d jump at your touch and reprimand you for not wearing socks. Always he’d let your feet stay on his back until they warmed up. Then he’d get you a pair of socks from his drawer.

Now free of the lace curtain your face is on full display. Your bottom lip is being chewed to oblivion. It’s something you used to do all the time but now only makes appearances at big events like meetings, birthdays…your wedding. Billy used to think it was hot until you started bleeding. Then he’d tell you to give it a break. “I’ll stop if you stop smoking.” A week would go by where he’d have to sneak smokes around you. Not as consistent or intense as normal, you’d still nibble at the skin. Once your lip finally healed both of you would resume your bad habits in the open. 

Your eyes scan the pews. They halt on Billy’s. You’re surprised to see him. A part of you didn’t want him to come, to remind you of the sprinkle of doubt in your mind. The reason for your cold feet this morning is watching you in the second row with broken eyes. You can feel everything he’s feeling and you want to give it all up for him. The wedding, your fiancee, everything. For a moment it looks like you’re about to say something. You are about to say something. Billy’s face lights up with hope. Then your fiancee calls your name and that taunting smile carves through your cheeks once again.

When the officiator questions the crowd of any objections Billy shifts his foot one inch and Max’s hand flies to his shoulder. She doesn’t turn her head as he does, begging her silently to let him do this. Just this one thing. He won’t ask for anything else of her or anybody for that matter. He just needs to put a stop to this. He needs you. But it’s too late. The officiator moves on. 

The break up was explosive. Low blows from both ends. Knives that cut the surface in past fights stabbed all the right places that night. Eventually you told each other it wasn’t working out. If you needed anything it was space. He was brutal that night, saying he couldn’t wait for you to leave and stop suffocating him, because he thought you’d find your way back like always. It took two hours for you to move out. It took a year for you to rush into a wedding. He should have never let you go. 

What comes next kills Billy. He can’t breathe hearing your angelic voice that always told him he was loved now repeating vows to a man that isn’t him. There’s a man in a tux sliding a ring on your finger and it isn’t him. People are clapping because you and your husband just shared your first kiss, and Billy is holding back lethal tears. It’s done. He’s lost you forever. 

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fire meets gasoline | b.h x v.h

UPCOMING FIC SERIES (+ sneak peek)

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Veronica Hopper (O.C)

Summary: Veronica Hopper. The name everyone rolled their eyes at. After an abundance of tragic incidents, Jim Hopper adopted and raised her under his name, as his own. But some damage can’t be taken away with endless hugs and infinite promises. She grew up with a permanent barrier. Her uncouth demeanour and sharp tongue meant that most were warded off from her, but Hawkins newest resident California dreamboat Billy Hargrove was anything but.  Surely there can only be so much damage when fire meets gasoline?

A/N: Not sure how many parts this is going to be, I'm just rolling with it my dudes. It was inspired by the song ‘Fire meets Gasoline’ by Sia and felt like it was sooooo Billy and his s.o - enjoyyyy :))

Pulling into the all too familiar building that was Hawkins High, I ran my hands through my hair, studying the array of students bustling into the busy halls. “Thanks for the ride Ronnie.” Turning my gaze to the right, I softly smiled at the young brunette next to me. “Anytime El. Still want me to pick you up from the arcade tonight?” She uttered a, “Yes please.” before disappearing off into her group of friends. When Hopper brought her home, I wasn’t pleased. It wasn’t unusual for him to bring in a stray, after all he did that for me, but I was afraid she wouldn’t fit in. But was I wrong. El soon enough became a sister to me; late nights gossiping about boys, doing our hair and watching The Golden Girls. Often Hopper would huff something about wishing there was more testosterone in the house, but at the end of the day he wouldn’t have it any other way – there was nothing more he loved than both of his girls.

Slamming shut the car door, I leaned back, prolonging my dreaded entrance to the gates of hell by watching the people around me. It was the usual. Steve and Nancy looking all dopey eyed and loved up, Jonathan walking in alone, and like their routine Tommy, Carol and Nicole stood chatting away. But their gaze was sent in another direction and as I followed it, it led me to him. His dirty blonde curls adorned his head, and his cocky stature stood taking in the view around him, his shirt was unbuttoned one button too low but Idid not mind at all, and the denim jacket hung perfectly on his shoulders, and don’t get me started on those jeans. God, those jeans. But when he turned around, that’s when it happened. You see, this is the moment that I felt my body go cold yet fluster up with all kinds of heat. We locked eyes, and his lips pulled into this smirk, this type of smirk that meant only bad things. I knew that with the arrival of whoever the hell this was, everything was going to change. How could it not?

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Bad Things With You

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Words: 4.8k

Warnings: Smut (18+) which includes: a handjob, thigh riding, fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, spanking, and dirty talk. Also, language.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is not intended to be taken as truth or fact; I do not claim to own Billy Hargrove or Stranger Things.

Summary: You catch the eye of Hawkins resident asshole, Billy Hargrove, one night at a party. With summer coming to a close and college right around the corner, is it really a mistake to become another one of his conquests?

A/N: Okaaaay, this has been on my mind for awhile and I just had to write it!! She’s a bit filthy so enjoy, my dears!! Also, and this should go without saying, BUT this is heavy on smut so 18+ ONLY!! Take care of yourselves!!

I write for free and I write for fun so please, Likes and Reblogs are appreciated but always feel free to come chat with me about what you thought! I’m truly interested in hearing your reactions!

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You hadn’t seen him since graduation. You honestly thought he had left this town in a cloud of dust as he sped off back to sunny California. But no. He’s still here. He’s standing across the room, swarmed by a flock of girls, all desperately wanting one last good lay before college in the fall. And then, of course, there’s also the small-minded lackeys that followed him around in high school. They don’t say much in terms of conversation, only laugh and cheer obnoxiously loud at whatever spews out of his mouth and maybe one or two of them eye one of the girls, hoping she’ll turn her attention away from him and onto them. But they won’t. They never do.

He’s basically the same as you remember him. Sure, the summer sun has treated him nicely and he’s tanner and that hair of his has much more volume. Perm, perhaps? You scrunch your nose as you take it in and you find yourself admitting that you liked it more before whatever it was he did to it. Aside from that, he’s the same. He has a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other and that all too familiar smirk has made a permanent home on his face. He laughs loudly and makes crude comments and each time he chugs more of his beer, it’s as if gravity decides to say fuck you and what you would deem as half dribbles down his chin, along the column of his neck, before dripping down the expanse of his bare torso because naturally, no shirt. The temperature did reach a high of ninety-seven earlier in the day so maybe that’s why but, then again, he also didn’t wear a shirt to Tina’s Halloween Bash and that was in October. Is it really any surprise that he’s full of himself?

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Well damn

Testing the Limits

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader 

Description: @jasonscotttrash Requested:  34.“Are you testing me?” with Billy please, my love <3

Work Count: 2571

Complete Story Warnings: Language & Smut. 18+

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You sat perched in Billy’s lap as you glanced around the party, it was the usual crowd and the usual party, you were bored. You tipped the half empty cup in your hand back and forth with a small sigh before sipping it. You felt a gentle nudge against your thigh before a squeeze and looked down to see Billy looking at you with his eyebrows raised. 

“You could at least act like you want to be here,” he mumbled against your ear. His warm breath ran over your skin and you closed your eyes for a moment. 

“Well, you know what I wanted to do tonight,” you retorted before taking another sip from your cup and shrugging. “But you’d rather be here getting your ego stroked by all your fans.” You felt another squeeze on your thigh but a little harder this time and rolled your eyes. 

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Could I be tagged in this?? <3

you should see me in a crown | teaser

Here’s a little teaser to a series I’m thinking about writing. It’d start with Billy’s entrance in season 2, and follow his adjustment to Hawkins as he tries to take over the social scene. It seems like it’ll be easy until something throws him for a loop: you. Your murky dating history and the rumors that surround you intrigue our soon-to-be King of Hawkins. Read on to let me know what you think, and let me know if you want to be tagged!

Also, no one can convince me Billie Eilish’s song you should see me in a crown wouldn’t have been Billy’s anthem when it came to Hawkins High so that’s the name inspiration here.

Words: 924 (remember, it’s just a little teaser)

Warnings: Cursing. Lots of cursing (but it’s Billy, so does that shock anyone?).

Billy was no stranger to being the new kid. Between his mom and Neil’s divorce, Susan and her brat joining their “happy little family”, and his “behavioral issues”, the blond had been to more than his fair share of new schools. Throughout his time jumping from one school to another, he learned a few things: always maintain the badass vibe, never get too attached to anyone, figure out who ran the place quick, and dethrone them. Hawkins was just a drabby, pathetic excuse of a high school in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere. He’d taken over bigger— and far fucking nicer—schools than this in weeks. The California blond took one look at the school and knew it’d only be a matter of time before he had the student body of this shithole just begging to bow down. Billy figured he’d barely have to do any work, that he’d have the information down before the end of the first week.

He was right. He had it in three days.

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