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thephantomofthe-internet · 5 years ago

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Eighteen Candles

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Word Count: 4,965

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, teenage angst

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You’d been excited for weeks, and with good reason. A girl only turned eighteen once. And you were certain that your friends were throwing you a surprise party. How could they not? You’d thrown parties for Tina and Carol on their eighteenths and you were already planning one for Macy in July. They had to do the same for you, they loved you the same.

You’d hardly slept the night before, your favourite outfit laid out on your chair across from your bed and your alarm set fifteen minutes later than usual as a little gift to yourself. And when that alarm went off, you practically jumped out of bed. You’d never been excited for a school day in your life. You couldn’t keep the grin off your face, it was too infectious. It didn’t matter that the sky was grey and cloudy; you’d light up the whole town with your good mood.

“Y/N! Get up! You’re late!” you mother screamed from the bottom of the stairs, she sounded very annoyed. That wasn’t exactly the greeting that you were expecting, but you were technically late, so you didn’t think much of it. You hurried to get ready, humming along to your walkman as you unfurled the curlers from your hair, swiping blush onto your cheeks. You wanted to look your best because it made you feel your best and you refused to not have the best day.

You skipped downstairs, slinging your bag onto your shoulder. Your mother and brother were already at the door, about to head out. She looked you over with a sigh “You’re late, Y/N.”

You shrugged “Sorry, just give me two seconds and we’ll go.” You didn’t have your own car, purely because yours had crapped out a year after you bought it and you couldn’t afford the cost of fixing it. It sat on cinder blocks in your cousin Artie’s car lot, waiting for you to be able to cover the costs of having a specialist fix it. You didn’t necessarily adore being driven around by your mother, but there wasn’t much you could do about it at the moment, and it wasn’t as if she was going out of her way-she dropped off your little brother every day at Hawkins Middle, which were only steps away from Hawkins High.

Your mother sighed violently “No, you’ve already made us late enough. You can walk to school.” She snapped, pushing your brother out the door and into the dreary day, slamming the door behind her.

She didn’t wish you a happy birthday. It stung a little.

But she was mad, you rationalized, she probably just forgot in the heat of the moment, she’d remember later and apologize. For now, you just had to get your act in gear and get to school. You didn’t exactly mind being late today, you considered it a small treat for the week, so you took your time that morning.

But that was a mistake. The second you exited your street the rain came down in buckets. It was as if the heavens opened up to sing a harmonious and angelic ‘fuuuuuck yoooooou’ right onto your head. You didn’t have the time to run back home to get an umbrella or a raincoat, and the walk back wouldn’t be any dryer than the walk to school, even with the coat, so you suffered through every splash from passing cars and sink of your shoes into the mud. By the time you made it to school, you were shivering, your favourite thigh high tights absolutely soaked through and your hair dripping wet.

You practically rushed to your locker, your fingers fumbling over the lock until it clicked and you were able to pull the door open. You knew that you had a brush and a hair band in there, as well as your painter’s jeans from first semester art class, which were your saving graces of the day. You changed fast in the bathroom, just as the bell rang out, signalling the end of homeroom. You smiled to yourself, sure you missed homeroom, but Mr. Dixon’s math class was a bitch and he would’ve given you detention on the spot if you walked in late. Getting an absence on your report card wouldn’t be too terrible, you could explain it away. Missing Mr. Dixon’s class was a blessing.

And luckily, Carol and Tina were coming your way. Things were looking up.

You opened your locker again, grabbing your history textbook from inside before checking your makeup. The rain hadn’t washed everything away, although it had made a mess of your mascara. You used your pinkies to wipe away the goop pooling under your bottom lashes, smiling as it wiped away mostly clean. You wiped your hands on your jeans; it wasn’t as if they had to look nice anyway.

From the magnetic mirror stuck to your locker door, you saw Carol and Tina come up behind you. You turned fast, unable to hide your obvious excitement. But they didn’t look too happy to see you, in fact they both looked downright annoyed.

“Where were you this morning?” Carol snapped angrily, crossing her arms over her chest. She was wearing that lilac turtleneck again with the plum coloured suspenders. She looked like someone’s uncle grew boobs, which you wouldn’t usually go for, but she seemed to like.

“And what are you wearing?” Tina added, looking you over sceptically, her nose for fashion clearly offended by your jeans.

Your hands came to the ends of your wet hair, squeezing them uncomfortably “I woke up late, had to walk.” You explained “I got stuck in the rain and my tights were soaked, I would’ve caught my death if I kept them on and this is all I had to change into.”

Carol rolled her eyes and Tina scoffed loudly “You need to get your car fixed like asap.” She muttered, leaning against the lockers behind her. Tommy came up next to Carol and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the space between her jaw line and the edge of the sweater’s neckline. Behind him, Billy Hargrove stood, arms crossed over his chest, a toothpick clenched between his teeth, looking around the halls with a bored look.

This was a rare appearance.

Billy Hargrove ran in your circle, barely. He associated with them when he needed to or deigned to, so it seemed. He was trying so very hard to seem above everyone in your grade. And maybe, to some of your classmates, it was working; Carol and Tommy thought he was endlessly cool, Tina thought he was the sexiest man in the world. But you didn’t buy it. What you saw when he stood there was a guy staring off into space, trying to look cool, not allowing himself to be vulnerable in the slightest, surrounded by people who would think anything he said was super cool.

“So, what’re your plans for tonight?” you asked the group, trying not to appear too needy or desperate. You had to have a clue as to what they were doing for your birthday, so you could plan.

“It’s a Tuesday, Y/N...I’m gonna study for Dixon’s hell test on Friday.” Carol snapped, looking over her long red nails with utter disdain “Which you would’ve known about if you’d decided to grace up with your presence this morning.”

You stifled a sigh “I told you, I was late-” you tried, but the group had already moved on.

“I can totally help you study, babe,” Tommy said, nuzzling into Carol’s neck “But only if your parents aren’t home.”

Billy rolled his eyes at that comment and you couldn’t help but smirk. Your sentiments exactly. Tina was looking him over with utter lust in her eyes; it was a little embarrassing to watch. Of course, you’d been in her shoes before, although not over Hargrove. To be completely honest, you didn’t get the appeal. Sure, he was very pretty, but his laissez-faire attitude about everything was a bit of a turn off. You needed to know that there was more to him than that and, so far, nothing. He was exactly how he seemed, a very shallow pond with nothing growing at the bottom.

Carol smacked Tommy hard in the ribs “I can handle it myself...” she bit out through gritted teeth. Tommy held up his hands in defeat, backing up slowly.

He looked over to Billy with a smirk, leaning over to him “Fucking chicks, eh?” he joked with a crass chuckle. Carol’s eyes flared angrily, fire flashing behind her dull green eyes. Tina immediately reached out and touched her shoulder, shaking her head with an understanding look. Billy pulled a small smirk, nodding approvingly to Tommy. You had no proof of the meaning behind that look, but you guessed that Tommy had gotten all the affirmation he needed from Billy. He was right to think that women were utterly impossible. On the opposite side, Tina seemed to be telling Carol to ignore him, that he wasn’t worth it.

The bell rang above you, signally the start of your next classes. Tina’s pupils blew out and she let go of Carol, pushing into the still crowded halls “C’mon, Y/N, Crazy Krupke’s pop quiz!” she burst into a sprint down the halls. You stepped away from your locker, offering a feeble wave to the group, all of whom had free period that hour. They weren’t paying attention, but it wasn’t a big deal.

They hadn’t wished you a happy birthday. That stung a bit.

But maybe they were trying to make you think that they forgot so you’d be surprised for your party tonight. That would be smart. Maybe smarter than they were capable of, but you liked to give them the benefit of the doubt. You kept a positive outlook on the situation.

But that was hard to keep. The group abandoned you for lunch, each off in their own direction to bother different people. Tommy dragged Carol along to try to convince Steve Harrington of all people to throw a party for the upcoming break. Tina ran off with Macy to go to a prom committee meeting. And Billy Hargrove, well, you weren’t too focused on where he went. You ate lunch alone in the library, hiding in the shelves to not get caught eating in there, since that was against the rules. But that wasn’t too terrible, you’d done that before, and it was nice to get some of your work done.

But the rest of the day wasn’t any better. The group seemed to be avoiding you all day. They wouldn’t each lunch with you, they wouldn’t talk during class breaks, and Tina sped off after school before even offering you a ride, like she usually did. But all of this fell perfectly into the elaborate plan you’d imagined them making. They couldn’t just be assholes. They weren’t assholes most of the time. You wouldn’t have started hanging out with them if they were.

You got caught in the rain again on your walk to work, which while wasn’t intensely far, was just far enough away to cause you to get absolutely soaked through again. You worked at the local library, which you considered to be a blessing since the place was quiet and most people didn’t bother you. Luckily for you, they even had some leftover fundraiser shirts, which one was easily given to you to wear home. And while you weren’t happy to be working on your birthday, it was nice to just be surrounded by sweet old ladies and quiet, fat babies. It was nice. And your manager, Roberta, cut your shift early, a rare blessing from her. She even lent you an umbrella to walk home with, which you were insanely grateful for, since the rain didn’t seem to stop for you.

The day was really starting to bog you down. You were cold and tired and damp, so very damp. You were going to wake up with a cold in the morning, you just knew it. But it would all be worth it when you walked into your surprise party. You spent your walk home practising your surprised faces, the excitement in the pit of your stomach building as the sun set behind you during your walk, the streetlights slowly turning on during your walk. Turning onto your street, you took a deep breath, looking around the area. You didn’t see Tina or Tommy’s cars parked on the road, but that would be good planning. You made your way up the street, trying not to run or skip, to give them the time to finish any last minute set up.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you made your way up your driveway, every step faster than the last till you were running up to your front steps, skipping up them till you were at your front door. The warm light from your dining room was pooling out of the window through the shut blinds. The whole house seemed lit up and comforting, as if the house was full again, instead of it just being you and your parents. Your hands fumbled for your keys and you stabbed them into the lock, your hands shaking as you turned the key, pulling open the door and letting the sound of loved ones wishing you a happy birthday.

Except, none came.

You crept slowly into your house, peering around corners to find exactly none of your friends. Your parents were in the dining room, unaware that you’d even arrived, your little brother picking at his food.

Nobody had shown up. Nobody had done anything for you. All your friends were somewhere else, having fun without you. A wave of disappointment washed over you, soaking into your skin and making you sick to your stomach, like heat stroke. Your body felt sticky with sweat, your stomach filled with shame. Why on earth would you think that they would do anything for you? God, you’d gone to them for comfort after your little friend group fell apart. Sure, you, Samantha Baker, Tammy Thompson, and Robin Buckley didn’t have much in common by the end, but losing Barb was just the icing on a crumbling cake. And Carol and Tina, they were there for you, they invited you into their shitty, bitchy little circle with open arms and false smiles. And you trusted them. But they didn’t care about you, they didn’t put in the same work towards your friendship that you did. And that was the thing that broke your heart, that your friends just didn’t care that much.

“Y/N, you’re late come and eat.” Your mother snapped, gesturing to your open chair, food already piled onto your plate. You bit back a sigh, trudging into the dining room and plopping down in your chair.

As if today could guess any worse. Beef Stroganoff. You fucking hated beef stroganoff; it was like someone ate beef and liquid diarreahed it onto some egg noodles. It was salty and terrible. Your mother always made it when she was bored of cooking. Usually, you’d offer to take over for the night to give her a break. You make pizza or spaghetti and meatballs and your mother would take a nap. It was a win-win. But working on a weekday proved to be your failure.

You pushed the food around your plate, waiting for something-someone to ask about your day, to crack a joke, god to fucking wish you happy birthday. But nothing. Everyone just ate in silence. It was crushing.

Your mother broke the silence with an aggravated sigh “Y/N, can you please just eat? You’re setting a bad example for your brother.”

“I’m really not in the mood for beef stroganoff...” you replied, letting out a sharp breath through your nose.

Your mother clicked her tongue angrily “I have had a very bad day, Y/N, can you please not make it worse?” she asked, obviously annoyed.

That was it. That was your breaking point. You dropped your fork on the table, looking up to finally meet her eye. “Oh, you’ve had a bad day?” you asked, your lips curling into a sneer “You?”

“Don’t take that tone with your mother.” Your father said boredly, not bothering to even acknowledge the scene.

That didn’t stop you, you were too mad. “It’s my fucking birthday.” Recognition filled your mother’s eyes as her mouth opened slightly.

You pressed on “It’s my god damn eighteenth birthday and nobody remembered. You forgot, he forgot, dork breath over here forgot. Everybody fucking forgot. My friends forgot. And the universe decided to shit on me too, I got rained on all day-I’m freezing still from the walk TO school. My friends ignored me, you ignored me, everyone at work ignored me and all I wanted to do when I came home was hear ‘happy birthday, Y/N’ it’s all I fucking wanted. So, no, I don’t wanna eat beef stroganoff and hear about your bad day, because it cannot top mine.”

“Y/N, apologize to your mother.” Your father snapped. Your mother was still in shock, but your father seemed to have caught on to the situation and was fuming. You didn’t care. You knew no matter what happened, you were going to get your ass beat later, but for now you had an ounce of power.

You pushed yourself out of the chair, standing up and stalking to the doorway “Fuck this shit.” You snapped back, shoving your shoes into your feet and marching outside, slamming the door behind you.

You didn’t exactly know where you were going, but out was better than in the house, so you started the walk down to the Hawkins woods. Maybe you’d get eaten by a wolf or kidnapped like that Byers kid. That would really be perfect. Then you could disappear and they’d regret it.

You hiked up to the quarry in peaceful silence. The rain had finally stopped and everything smelt like wet grass and pine wood. It had gotten significantly darker, but you weren’t afraid of it, you welcomed the danger those woods could offer. Sitting by that little pool of murky, gross water, you felt calm again. Everything was still fucked up, but sitting alone made it easier. You let the tears brimming in your eyes finally spill out, small sobs breaking through your throat.

You didn’t sense the headlights coming up behind you till you heard the car stop. You jumped to your feet, still crying, as you threw up your dukes. You couldn’t imagine how insane you looked, face streaked with mascara, red and blotchy from crying, ready to fight. The driver’s side door creaked open and you heard the sound of the driver’s shoes before you saw them. Lit from the front, the annoyed and bewildered Billy Hargrove flicked a cigarette at your feet.

“What cha doing out here, Y/N?” he asked in an almost sing-song tone. You dropped your fists, groaning loudly towards the sky.

“Just trying to enjoy some alone time here.” You sighed. Billy sauntered up to you, looking you up and down with a sly expression.

“You’ve been crying.” He hummed.

“What’s it to ya?” you shot back. Billy wrapped an arm around your shoulders, which was unexpected but you didn’t exactly pull away, if only because he was so warm and you still were freezing. He led you over to his car and gestured for you to sit down on the hood. You did so and Billy followed.

“Alright, what happened?” he asked, looking over the quarry.

You furrowed your brow “Since when do you care?”

Billy shrugged “I’m bored. You gonna tell me or what?”

You sighed, closing your eyes slightly “Everyone forgot my birthday.”

Billy nodded “Yeah, I could tell you were waiting for them to say something this morning, couldn’t figure out what but that-that makes sense.” You took in a hard, shaky breath, wrapping your arms around your stomach to anchor yourself. “Your parents too?” you nodded. Billy chuckled darkly, shaking his head with this look of silent understanding that you found both distressing and oddly comforting. “But I mean why didn’t you mention it to them?”

“What? And look like a desperate loser?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes and begging for tears not to fall from them.

“So, instead, you sat around and got upset?” Billy asked. You felt his eyes burning into the side of your face, but you refused to look at him.

“Look, I never said it was logical.” You huffed dramatically. Billy chuckled; pulling his pack out of his pocket, sliding a cigarette between his teeth and flicking open his lighter.

Billy chuckled before hopping off the hood. Without a word, he slid off the hood and sauntered over to his still ajar door. You kept your eyes on the water in the quarry and silently prayed that Billy didn’t try to drive off with you still on the hood. He came back though, to your relief, and took his seat next to you.

He handed you a sealed plastic bag, which you took sceptically. You examined it in dim light from below you. Sour gummy worms. You turned to Billy with a curious look “Secret sweet tooth?” you asked, pulling open the thick plastic and taking a worm out carefully, dropping it into your mouth.

Billy scoffed “Max left them in my car.” His voice cracked on the end. You weren’t certain, but you had a hunch that he was lying. You shrugged it off though, offering the bag to him. He grabbed about three from the bag, shoving them all into his mouth and proving your theory on the sugar thing.

“Well, thanks,” you sighed softly, dropping your head into your hands “Guess this is all I’m getting for my birthday...”

“Don’t give up hope on ‘em.” Billy grumbled, digging his fist into the bag once again, pulling out more of the candy and shoving it into his gaping maw. He’d given up on the cigarette, tossing it into the mud to burn out in the damp sand.

You sighed bitterly “But its so easy to...I mean if I just say that they suck then I don’t have to have any expectations for them again.”

Billy shrugged “Having less expectations is good, makes for more surprises.”

You chuckled “Oh yeah? Like what?” it was a leading question and you knew it, but you wanted to see what Billy was going to pull out of his ass to impress you. You weren’t surprised when he grabbed your chin and pressed his lips to yours. What was surprising was that it wasn’t the aggressive, attention grabbing, tongue filled kiss he’d usually pull with other girls. He was soft and careful; he held your face like it was something precious and his lips brushed your delicately. It was nice, his lips tasted like sour sugar from the candies with a hint of Vaseline, which you assumed was some sort of ChapStick. You weren’t surprised that Billy took care of his appearance, although it was a bit of a treat to kiss a boy whose lips weren’t sandpaper against yours.

You pulled away first with a smirk, which Billy didn’t share. He looked...surprised? Confused maybe, the look was one of sheer confliction. You didn’t question it. And when he offered to drive you home, you let him, sitting in the cigarette perfumed interior and letting him blast Slayer into your ears until you were sure that they’d bleed. He dropped you off without a word, leaving you feeling about as confused as he looked. You headed inside to face the worst of the wrath from your parents with your head held high.

To your surprise, they weren’t waiting for you. You’d been given the blessing to creep upstairs and go to bed. But before you could turn off your light and try your best to fall asleep, the door cracked open, your mother on the other end. Wordlessly, she stepped in, taking a seat on the end of your bed.

“Your father isn’t too pleased with you.” She said softly. Your little brother’s room was next to yours, connected by a wall. You sat up a bit in bed, not pretending to feel guilty for your actions. You opened your mother to defend yourself, but your mother cut in again “I don’t need you to say anything, I understand.”

That was not what you expected. Maybe the whole have fewer expectations thing really could work. She continued “I’m sorry we forgot sweetie, I really am. I know this one was a big milestone birthday and I feel awful that we didn’t remember. I know you know things have been really hectic around here, with your father starting a new job, and I want you to know that we’re very appreciative of what you do to help. And to show that, we’re just gonna pay to get your car fixed, okay?”

Your whole face lit up. Car payments weren’t even on the table for gifts, you were certain it was too expensive. “Really?” you asked softly, unsure if your mother was joking or not.

She grinned “Really. No more walking in the rain.” You burst out of bed, wrapping her in a giant hug. Your mother laughed, returning it with equal fervour. It was nice, a small bit of bonding with your mother, something that rarely happened anymore. You went to sleep peacefully that night.

You weren’t expecting anything when you went into school the next day. It was a Friday; everyone was focused on getting through the day to make it to the weekend. You were no exception. You were finally getting your car back; your father had gone to pay for the tow truck and the mechanic’s shop to fix the damn thing that morning. Anything else was tertiary.

But, to your shock, a large group of kids were standing around your locker. It wasn’t anywhere near the size of your graduating class, but it was at least fifteen kids. Carol, Tina, and Macy stood in the front. Tina had a cupcake in her hands as Macy struggled to get a lighter to work to light the big pink candle in the centre of the thick, green icing. You spotted Tommy, grumbling in the back, arms crossed tightly over his argyle sweater. He had a huge black eye that spread over his right cheekbone and eyebrow. Samantha was in the back as well, with a smirk pulled on her black lips. Tammy Thompson and Robin Buckley were tittering between themselves behind Carol, who angrily shushed them.

You walked up to the group tentatively. All at once, the group screamed “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” the group started into the birthday song, everyone off key and cringing as they realized just how long the song really was. Macy lit the candle and Tina held out the sickly sweet looking treat to you. You took it awkwardly, blowing out the candle and holding it up with a nod. The group dispersed almost immediately.

“My birthday was yesterday…” you said to the remaining group. Carol and Tina looked between one another awkwardly. They seemed shocked by the information.

“We know!” Macy blurted. Carol and Tina snapped their heads around to look at her, nodding for her to go on with an excited, desperate expression. “We wanted to surprise you and this seemed like the best way to do it!”

Tina nodded fast “Exactly! We wouldn’t forget.”

You smirked, nodding slowly as you looked around the hallway. When you spotted Billy hiding behind the wall of lockers, trying to look casual, you smiled. Without a word, you left the group in the dust, marching over to Billy. He met your eye as you stepped up to him. You held out the cupcake “You want this?” you asked.

Billy raised an eyebrow quizzically “It’s your weird birthday thing.” He replied, trying to sound bored.

You shrugged “I don’t want it.” Billy paused before taking it, practically ripping the wrapper off.

You chuckled “How on earth do you keep your arms while devouring that sugary shit?” you asked as he took a monstrous bite, bright green icing sticking to the tip of his nose.

“I work out.” His mouth was far too full for his words to be understood. You cringed at the sight of mushed food in his mouth. Billy closed his mouth fast, swallowing hard. “Sorry…” he mumbled.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.” You replied.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean that…scene. You didn’t have to do that.” You scuffed your shoes on the dirty linoleum. In truth, the scene was slightly embarrassing. A half assed surprise with a cheap grocery store cupcake and awkward singing. It had made you want to run away, but of course it was obviously for you, so you’d had to stay.

Billy shrugged “You were upset, didn’t bother me to beat up Tommy about it.”

“Since when do you care?” you asked genuinely. Billy barely paid attention to anything, much less you. You didn’t think that he even liked you till last night.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re the only decent person in that group.” Billy replied simply, pushing himself off the lockers.

“Thanks?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Billy chuckled “You’re welcome.” The warning bell for first period rang out from above you. “Come on, I’ll walk you to class.” Billy never offered to walk anyone anywhere. You took the walk without question. You were trying not to have any expectations anymore, why have any about Billy? You just decided to enjoy the company and silence and try to not obvious want more.

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darth-el · 5 years ago

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The Rebellion (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Steve x Reader x Billy (Zombie Apocalypse AU) Warnings: Gore, violence, language, but there is fluff!!!! A/N: This is the final chapter of Senior Year and The Bunker and I’m so sorry that it took so long for me to write. It is a long one with 8.5k words. This also took a different life to what I was expecting which is interesting as well. I hope you all enjoy and feedback is always welcome. Also side note, the films and TV show that inspired how this series went (and there are references to them) are: Night of the Living Dead, Day of the Dead, 28 Days Later, A Scouts Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse, Zombieland, and The Walking Dead. I would fully recommend watching all these films if you haven’t already.

Part 1 Part 2

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“What the fuck are you doing here?” Steve stroked your cheek as if to check he wasn't hallucinating.

“We found somewhere safe to stay for a couple of months and then this girl found us and I think she led them to us but I don't know what happened because one minute we were fine and then we had a run in a shop with cult members who I'm guessing were with these guys and then we were raided by them, zombies everywhere and my aim wasn't as good as it should have been,” You were talking really fast Steve's brain couldn't fully comprehend what you were saying. You took a huge breath to regain some of the oxygen you had lost while explaining everything to him.

“Who's 'we'?” He asked raising his eyebrow. You gulped and carried on talking at your quick pace.

“I stayed in Indiana expecting you to be there for weeks, but I ran into Billy Hargrove while I was searching for y-” You were suddenly be cut off by Steve.

“Who?” Steve looked like had been blind sided by this bit of information.

“Billy.” You muttered under your breath remembering how much they actually hated each other in school.

“You spent the couple of months with Billy?” Steve stood up and threw up his arms in frustration, you just looked at him wondering why this was the most important thing to focus on in that moment.

“Steve,” You said as calmly as possible but you didn't know how to finish that sentence.

“Yes?” He scoffed at you. This was far from the reunion you had in mind, but you thought once you saw each other nothing else would matter. You just sighed and shook your head not looking at him and trying to fight back the tears. “You slept with him didn't you?” Steve thought he saw guilt on your face when it was just pure frustration at this whole situation.

“I didn't,” Your voice was cracking. “I did kiss him though.” You confessed now that you were faced with this question. He laughed sarcastically and clapped his hands.

“Oh that's just fucking brilliant.” His tone was equally sarcastically as he started pacing throwing his arms up in the air again.

“I thought you were dead,” You shouted at him. “In that moment we were the only ones alive, you would have done exactly the same.” You screamed, causing the a guard to come in and check what was happening.

“Keep quiet or I'll blow your fucking heads off.” He sneered before slamming and locking the door again. You both looked at each other wide eyed, in that moment Steve knew what happened in between him going missing and now didn't matter because you were right. He was gone, you didn't know if he was dead or alive.

“I wouldn't kiss Billy even if it meant saving humanity.” He tried to joke and sat back down next to you and wrapped an arm around you meaning you could rest your head on him. You let out a gentle laugh.

“It wasn't worth it,” You sighed with a giggle resting your hand his thigh. Steve pulled you in closer and kissed the top of your head softly making you smile. “What happened with you?” You were drawing shapes on his thigh absent mindlessly.

“Where do I start?” He chuckled watching you draw the shapes on his thigh.

“The beginning is always a good place.” You teased adjusting your head so you were a bit more comfortable.

“After we got separated due to the mass of zombies breaking into where we were staying I managed to find a car, I went to find you but you obviously had left so I went searching for you but you were nowhere to be found. I don't know where I was but I was driving along a road and a tree had been chopped down to block the road, which is when I became surrounded by these guys and thrown down here,” Steve explained. “What season is it?” He looked at you trying the gage the amount of time he's been down here for.

“Winter,” It pained you to think he's been down here for months. He exhaled sharply as he knew it was at least three months since he was captured. “What are these people?” You asked quietly not really expecting a proper answer.

“Sadistic,” Steve was trying to mask the fear with humour. You stared up at him puzzled, you knew they must have been but it wasn't answer. “They think they're the answer to the new world. Join them or rot in here.” He shrugged like he didn't believe what he was saying.

“At least we can rot together.” You sat up and kneeled next to him playing with his hair as it soothed both of you. He laid down and rested his head on your lap making you get into a more comfortable position.

The fluorescent light was continually flickering and buzzing making it difficult to sleep. You have no idea how many days it's been since you last slept. Steve was able to sleep as he had grown used to this. He was laying next to you with an arm stretched out lazily over your stomach, you noticed he was drooling in his sleep making you laugh because the amount of times he would make fun of you for drooling over him in your sleep was constant. Sleep seemed to be the only time he was content down here, he moved slightly and wrapped his arm around you tighter. You enjoyed watching him sleep, but it also motivated you to find a way out of here. You could hear indistinct shouting in the rooms surrounding you and crying, you wondered if this was always the case or not because this was the first time you picked up on it. You could hear the door unlock after a crash was heard and a different guard came in to find the source of the noise and upon seeing you laying on the floor and Steve asleep he slammed the door shut making Steve jump awake. Your eyes narrowed at the door in thought.

“What you thinking?” Steve sounded sleepy and was resting on his elbows looking as sleepy as he sounded.

“How often do they come in here?” You asked still looking at the door and hearing the noises outside.

“Only to give us food,” Steve put his hands over his eyes and laid back down next you.

“Any other times?” You pressed him to think some more as this could be your chance to escape.

“Only when we're an inconvenience.” Steve said not really thinking much more of it making you roll your eyes at how unhelpful he was being, you laid next to him and wrapped yourself around him with your head on his chest. You watched the light flickering and saw that it had a plastic casing around it.

“Do you think you can remove that?” You asked Steve who had fallen back asleep, you nudged him to wake him up and he just grumbled and held you tighter. “Steve?” You voice was firmer.

“What?” Steve mumbled annoyed that you woke him.

“Do you think you can remove that?” You repeated yourself and sat up to make sure that Steve hadn't fallen back asleep.

“Maybe,” Steve was slightly confused by this question, he stood up and tried to reach it but it was just out of his reach. “Get on my shoulders.” He instructed as he pulled you up. You climbed onto his shoulders and managed to pull the casing off easily. You stood on one end of it and snapped it in half so it was jagged, you looked pleased with yourself as you examined it hoping it would work. Steve wondered what you were doing.

“Tell me if this hurts.” You smiled at him, and he looked a bit bewildered by this statement, you stabbed at him in the arm with a small amount of force so he would feel it but not cause him damage. He jumped back as your new weapon made contact with him.

“Why?” Steve asked rubbing where you stabbed him.

“Just checking if it hurts.” You beamed a smile at him, making him wonder if you were enjoying hurting him.

“Why though?” Steve asked again taking the weapon from you apprehensively scared you were going to hurt him again.

“Because if that hurt, imagine it in neck.” You exhaled letting out a small laugh feeling overwhelmed. Steve looked terrified of you, it had been a long time since he saw you and he realised how much you had changed.

“Wouldn't the actual light work better?” Steve looked up at the flickering glass tube of light which was stained yellow with age.

“It would, but I don't want to risk it,” You tilted your head to the side impressed with him.

“What do you mean?” His face was now one of confusion as he passed you the broken case.

“That is going to be hot to touch and unless we can turn that off we might get electrocuted,” You explained unsure if the electrocution thing was true or a myth. Steve slumped his shoulders in defeat before picking up the other half of the snapped casing and swinging it like a baseball bat a few times while you crouched down next down to the door, Steve quickly followed suit as he could see in your eyes you plotting something. “When whoever it is comes in, hit them in the face as hard you can with that and I'll do what I can as well.” You instructed, he saluted to tell you that he understood which was immediately followed by you banging on the door and wailing to get a guard in the room. You heard the door unlock and Steve stood up pressing himself against the wall, the door swung open with force you had to stop it from hitting you in the face making the door shut, you heard the sound of plastic hitting flesh and you jumped into action and stabbed the man in the neck. You were surprised the plan actually worked as the man laid on the floor choking on his blood which was spilling out on the floor.

“Wow!” You exclaimed as you picked up his weapons and stabbing him in the head with the knife he was carrying, you went to put that in your holster only to remember it had been taken from you and slid it over to Steve.

“Wow?” He questioned your response as you checked if the gun was loaded, which it was.

“I was not expecting that to work,” You had amusement in your voice mixed with relief, Steve just blinked at you in shock that you took a gamble on both your lives like that. “It paid off okay.” You blurted out making him look away as you examined the wrist of the guy who had the same branding as the guys in the shop. Steve went for the keys and you made your way out the door quickly and quietly while he locked the door behind you making you gesture vaguely at him.

“What?” He looked at bit blank at you making you shake your head.

“He's dead Steve,” You chuckled to yourself shaking your head. “He isn't going anywhere.” You heard Steve mumble in response but you weren't quite sure what it was, you grabbed his hand and pulled him along the corridor. The bunker was huge was obviously made by someone everyone probably thought was paranoid at the time but was in fact just thinking ahead. You heard voices approach and you shoved Steve into what you hoped to be a cupboard as the door was unlocked, you falling in behind him. He could see your eyes grow wide as you stared behind him and he turned around and to discover a lab with zombie parts strewn all over the place and you jumped when one charged at you only to be pulled back by the chain around it's neck.

“I knew this wasn't a bad idea,” You muttered to yourself as you admired your surroundings.

“What do you think they do in here?” Steve asked as he picked up an arm that was laying on the table and started playing with it.

“I don't know what kind, but it's definitely research.” You sighed as you took the arm from Steve and hit him with it playfully before putting it back down.

“What was that for?” He pouted, but a smile cracked through his pout making him laugh.

“We're not here to play with severed limbs,” Your voice was stern but you could feel a laugh escape. “That is a sentence I never thought I'd say.” You whispered laughing which was cut off by voices approaching the door, you pulled Steve to the side and crouched back down. A guy who looked like your typical mad professor walked in with a guard, as they walked through the door you slid out without them noticing.

Navigating the tunnels was hard, but it became clear that this wasn't just some millionaire who was paranoid about the end of the world; it most likely had something to do with the government initially. To Steve you were running around like a headless chicken when in reality you were trying to find Billy and escape with him too. There was a guard at the end of the corridor you were sneaking down, you instructed Steve to stay where he was but he was waving his arms about as he silently protested and pushed you back as he crept up behind the guard; you weren't sure what he did but you heard a gurgle and saw the body hit the floor as Steve stabbed it in the head. You walked down the corridor to meet Steve who was collecting ammunition for your gun and giving a knife, which turned out to be your old knife. You heard sobbing from a room, instinctively you grabbed the keys from the guard and opened the door to find a woman crying over the body of another woman, she didn't even realise that you were standing in the doorway. Neither you or Steve knew what to do, all you knew was that you had a dead body behind you and one in front of you.

The woman after a couple of minutes felt eyes watching her and turned around her eyes were filled blood, you noticed she had a bite on her shoulder and the body in her room was in fact the body of a zombie, whether or not she was a relative was unknown. You quickly threw the body of the guard with the help of Steve into the room as she lurched towards you, the body knocked her off her path and distracted her as she started to bite into the flesh. Steve closed the door and locked it hoping she wouldn't escape sometime in the future. “That was lucky,” You tried to joke as you made your around the corner. You could hear more screaming and growling coming from each room and it unsettled you.

“What do you think they're doing?” You could feel Steve hover you as you checked if the next corner was clear.

“No idea, but I don't like it,” You didn't take your eyes off the door at the end of the room, no one was guarding it but you felt drawn to it. “Come on.” You took his hand and led him down the passageway and opened the door, you ground to a halt as you gained the attention of men playing poker. Survival instinct kicked in before they could grab their weapons you shot through them all knowing your cover had been blown, Steve stabbing them in the head. You grabbed what you could in terms of ammunition and weapons. Alarms started blaring and you knew you were in trouble now, Steve grabbed your hand and ran in no particular direction, someone shouting orders echoed through the corridors amongst the noise of the alarms. Steve tried to open a door but it was locked, which meant someone was most likely imprisoned in there. You didn't have time for Steve to find the key so you shot at the lock and was ready to kill a zombie if needed, the door opened and inside were two men who looked just as bad as Steve and they both looked at you confused. “Who are you?” One of them asked, he had a long beard and a lot of hair, but had kind eyes behind all his hair.

“Freedom.” Steve took two guns from you which had on your shoulders and tossed them to the guys who scrambled for them and ran out the room.

“Really Steve, freedom?” If it wasn't an emergency you would have teased more about his cheesy line.

“I thought it sounded cool.” He followed you running through the corridors in the opposite direction of the other prisoners, a guy stepped out a room wondering why the alarms were sounding until he saw you, as he went to pick up his gun to fire you had already shot at him. You shot him once more to make sure he was dead and picked up his gun. Steve pulled you back and dragged you into the room that the guard came out of which was a large weapons cupboard.

“Fuck me sideways and call me Rambo,” You weren't really thinking what you were saying as you enamoured with your choice of weapons.

“And you said 'freedom' wasn't cool.” Steve teased as he picked up what happened to be your crossbow.

“We need to be 'freedom' for other people.” You took the crossbow from Steve who was difficulty working it, the moment you loaded it the door opened and a man was standing looking confused before it dawned on him that you were the ones that escaped. You fired the crossbow without thinking and when his body fell to the floor you pulled the bolt out of his eye making Steve cringe and reloaded it and handed it back to Steve.

“You scare me, you know that?” Steve examined the crossbow trying to figure out how you were so at ease with it because it was so heavy and stiff.

“That's why you fell in love with me though.” You blew a kiss and picked up a handgun which had a silencer on it and a holster for it. You were sure they were yours originally, Steve quietly agreed at your statement as he picked up another gun and slung it around his shoulder. Both of you looked like you were you were made of guns where you picked up so many.

The 'rebellion' as you called it went as smoothly as it could despite being chased from all angles, you were breaking people free and the people who captured you were thinning out. You ran past a room and heard banging on the door, you shot at it and the door swung open and Billy was in there with a zombie crawling across the floor where Billy was trying to fight it, you shot at the zombie and it instantly stopped moving as you gave him a gun. “What the fuck is going on?” He was confused by the pandemonium around him.

“Freedom.” Steve dragged you away and to find a way out, Billy following closely behind which you knew Steve wasn't to happy about. In a small dark tunnel you found a ladder and assumed that this was your way out. Light broke through the heavy metal trapdoor as you opened it, a large smile spread across your face because you were free, you helped Steve and Billy out but you could feel the tension between them which you chose to ignore for the moment and continued running trying to find a car; neither of them noticing you were gone until you called their names making them run over to you.

“Your petty high school rivalry means shit in this world,” You smacked them both around the head. “If you want to survive, move!” You smacked them again hoping it would get through to them and they both looked sheepishly down at the floor before following you.

The entirety of the time while trying to find your way out of the forest and onto a road the boys were bickering which made you question whether or not you should just leave them to it and go back to surviving on your own as it was so much easier then. You swung round on your heels holding your gun making them stop in their tracks and saw a zombie coming up behind them.

“Duck,” They both did as you said as you fired the gun hitting the zombie right in the head and letting the body crumple to the floor both of them watching the body when they got what had happened. “You two need work this shit out right now because I am not going to get killed because of your idiocy,” You stormed over to them and threw their weapons behind you so they were out of reach. “Talk,” You threw your hands up in the air, picked up a large stick and planted yourself on the floor as you the carved the stick into a weapon while both the boys looked at you in bewilderment. They both stood there awkwardly, Billy was rubbing the back of his neck as he did when he felt awkward and Steve was kicking a rock avoiding eye contact. “You both consider yourself fucking alpha males and obviously wanted to be the dominant one,” You rolled your eyes at how useless they were “Especially you,” You pointed at Billy. “I know you're pissed at Billy because of the kiss,” You shot a look at Steve who looked like he wanted the world to swallow him up. “So fucking talk about that.” You continued carving you stick to make a weapon waiting for them to talk thinking about useless men were when it came to talking about their feelings, especially to one another.

“That ain't happening,” Billy finally broke the silence making you throw a stick at him which made Steve laugh, you threw your head back in frustration and let out a huge groan.

“I don't want you near her,” Steve glared at Billy, face was filled with anger but his eyes showed that he was hurting more than anything.

“That's not your decision to make,” Billy retorted with his cocky smile making you roll your eyes so much you thought they were going to fall out. “ And I think she made her decision when she kissed me.” Billy knew this was a low blow, hearing him say that felt like a gut punch. Steve glanced at you trying to hide the hurt and walked off. You ran off after him. “Tell me why I shouldn't end your life right now,” You spat at Billy as you walked past who looked way to pleased with himself. Steve was leaning against a tree with his head resting against it as he looked up at the sky watching the birds fly over. You leaned on the tree next to him subconsciously mirroring what he was doing.

“You kissed him?” Steve huffed looking at you.

“I instigated it,” You finally admitted “Missing you and alcohol do not go well,” You sighed with a small laugh, Steve furrowed his brows at you and exhaled as if he was trying to calm himself down.

“I don't want the same conversation again,” Steve pushed himself off the tree and moved so he was facing you. “It just hurt hearing it from him.” He stroked your cheek gently, his eyes were soft but looked tearful. You melted at his touch.

“I love you Steve,” You wrapped your hands his neck and kissed him gently on the nose making him smile.

“I love you too.” It didn't feel like you were in a forest god knows where surrounded by flesh eating ghouls that could attack at any second.

“Come on,” You took Steve's hand and led him back to where Billy was sitting waiting for you which shocked you because you thought he would have taken the opportunity to run away. “This is what's happening,” You caught Billy's attention who was admiring your handiwork on the weapon. “You two are doing what exactly what I say,” Steve and Billy both looked at each other holding their breath because they knew the next words that were coming out your mouth would not be good. “If either of you put us in danger with your incessant arguing I will leave you to get eaten,” Your eyes darted between the both of them. “Do you understand?” They both nodded in agreement knowing you were going to be true to your word. You picked up the weapons and passed them their owners and made your way through the forest.

“Was she always this scary?” Billy tried to make conversation with Steve as he was interested in if this was a drastic change in character.

“Not really,” Steve side eyed Billy not wanting to talk to him.

“Oh.” Billy knew that was the end of the conversation as he trudged along following you.

“She's a completely different person now,” Steve confessed, he knew you were in there somewhere but he almost didn't recognise you. Billy knew this you better than he did.

“She threatened me with a knife two seconds after saving my life,” Billy admitted looking embarrassed. “She also looked like she enjoyed it.” Which made Steve laugh.

“She knows how to survive.” Steve watched you as you gracefully walked through the forest, your long hair that reached down to your waist was now nothing but a memory. Your large wardrobe of pastel dresses were replaced by tight leather trousers, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket. Your once soft features were now hardened.

You all found a safe place to stay for the night, but it was only for the night. Billy was asleep on the bed and you were on guard. You were expecting Steve to be asleep, but he proved you wrong when he sat down next to you on the balcony which had your legs hanging over. When you found the place you devised an escape route which involved you jumping off the balcony onto a trampoline and hopefully over a fence. Usually moonlight would light up the area, but it was cloudy and it was a new moon that night. You rested your head Steve's shoulder, the night was still and it was getting warmer meaning spring was close.

“I'm sorry,” You mumbled under your breath taking Steve's hand in yours while you watched over the ghost town.

“For what?” He was baffled and couldn't understand why you were apologising, he wrapped his arm around you.

“Just for everything.” You moved closer to him so your legs were now touching, you were feeling a bit melancholy and you weren't sure if Steve felt it too.

“I'm sorry too,” You could hear in Steve's voice that he meant it and he was feeling the same as you.

“Get some sleep, I can guard.” He gestured to the room behind you, before standing up you kneeled behind him and wrapped your arms around him.

“Good night.” Your face was buried into his neck, this to Steve was the old you. He watched you as you walked back indoors and made yourself comfortable on the makeshift bed on the floor as you cursed at the sleeping Billy who was taking up the entire bed.

Billy went to find a working car the next day while you Steve packed everything up and got ready for a raid. You wanted to see if the cabin you made your home for a couple of months was still empty as it was truly safe, until humans turned up but you doubted you'd be able to find it now.

“Humans are the worst,” You thought aloud, Steve didn't know exactly where this came from but agreed as he considered everything he had been through in the past year and a bit. You could hear a scraping at the door which meant that a zombie had decided to try either making itself at home or making you lunch. Steve looked slightly worried as you walked over the door and opened it making the zombie fall in, which was immediately greeted by a knife into the head. You started hacking the head off with your knife without fully thinking.

“What are you doing?” Steve moved away from you slightly as he was worried about some of the mess you were causing would get on him.

“It's a long story,” You didn't look up at him as you pulled the head off with difficulty, you proudly presented it to Steve who turned green. “They're attracted to the smell of blood,” You started to explain. “I use the heads in hopes that it'll cover up the smell of us,” Steve stood there trying to figure out the logic which didn't take long as he clapped his hands the moment he understood. You heard a car rock up and Billy climbed out draping his arms over the roof with a pair of sunglasses on which he must have stolen. You picked up your things and the head and threw them in the car and the head in trunk. “I'm driving.” You held out your hand expecting car keys to be dropped in them.

“No!” Billy's face contorted from arrogance into one of horror within seconds as he had flashbacks to your chaotic driving.

“Don't ever let her behind the wheel.” Steve teased as you poked your tongue out at him.

“I learnt that the hard way.” Billy picked you up and put you down so you were now no longer near the driver's door which made Steve uneasy. You kicked Billy in the shins for manhandling you like that, Steve climbed into the back seat of the car and you climbed in next to him. You could see Steve was getting jealous again.

“Steve,” He hums in response turning his head at you, he could see that you could still read him like an open book. “I love you.” You put your hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently to reassure him. Billy was watching you both in the mirror instead of keeping an eye on the road which is when you hit a zombie making you jolt forwards in your seat, your instinct was to put your arm in front of Steve's chest to stop him from hurtling forwards even more. Billy had lost control of the car, he was really thankful in that moment that you warned him about the seatbelts because he would have been a puree in the street otherwise. He managed to regain control after a few agonising seconds, there was a collective sigh of relief as you carried on like normal except the windshield was painted red with chunks attached the wipers which struggled to clear away the mess.

“You okay?” Billy's voice was a bit shaky and you nodded while staring at Steve.

“We're good.” Steve answered looking down at your arm which was still resting on his chest making him happy because even before everything you always put him first and tried your best to protect him.

“Where to?” Billy looked at you in the mirror, the windshield was still smeared red but the outside was more visible now.

“No idea,” You leaned forward in your seat and rested your arms on the backs of the two seats in front of you. You felt Steve's fingers trace along the small of your back which felt electric. “Do you know where we are?”

“We're still in Ohio,” Billy shrugged turning his attention to the road and leaned back into your seat, you nodded in thought.

“How did I end up in Ohio?” Steve tilted his head in confusion looking out the window at the fields you were driving through.

“I want to get as far away as possible from here,” You ignored Steve's comment as you put your head in your hands and racked your brain to think where you could go.

“As long as it's warm I don't care.” Billy broke your train of thought and you looked at him blankly.

“Because that's the real priority here.” It felt like Steve read your mind and Billy rolled his eyes as he continued to drive down the road.

“Canada?” You interjected before an argument could start between the two boys.

“That's a no,” Billy shook his head.

“It's perfect though, it's less populated meaning there's less chance of getting eaten,” You explained rolling your eyes and throwing your arms up in the air.

“She's got a point.” Steve chuckled knowing that would irk Billy.

“What about Mexico then?” Billy suggested not taking his eyes off the road, but gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“If we can survive that then that'll be great,” You couldn't believe what you were hearing. “But I know we're not. Canada is our best bet.” You said bluntly as your stomach made an unearthly noise meaning you needed food.

“You hungry?” Steve was trying not to laugh at this noise as you nodded, stomaching still gurgling. It didn't take long to find another ghost town, you handed Steve your handmade weapon for him to use as Billy sharpened his knife.

“I'm going to stay here,” You checked if your gun was loaded and both the boys were not happy to hear this. “You need to be quiet for this and I'll draw too much attention.” You put your gun in your holster smiling at them. They nodded and made their way into the shop. Billy followed exactly what you did on previous raids which made Steve wonder what he was doing until a zombie made itself known. Billy crept in and you heard a body fall to the floor, you hoped it wasn't Billy. You climbed on to the roof of the car and sat on it keeping watch, your ears had been very attuned to the smallest of noises. You heard a small clattering inside the shop which was most likely one of the guys and could hear low growls over the ultimately silent landscape. The growls were closer as you thought as two zombies staggered around the corner looking as ungraceful as they came, you waited for them to come closer as you decided not to waste bullets on them. They caught you sitting on the roof of your car and staggered over to you, you jumped off the car and got yourself ready. It took longer for them to come over to you than you anticipated making you impatient. You let out a soft groan and walked over to them stabbing them both in the head with ease. You hacked their heads off and played with them as you went back to the car both boys came out the shop with a number of supplies and covered in blood looking like they saw a ghost.

“You guys okay?” You were slightly concerned by their appearances as you threw the heads in the trunk of the car.

“Y-yea...We're fine.” Steve was stumbling over his words, you knew something happened in there but he would tell you when he was ready. Billy didn't say anything, he just climbed in the car and started it while waiting for you to get in.

“If either one of you got bitten you need to tell me now.” Your eyes darted between them hoping they would give away something.

“No one got bit.” Billy's voice was low, it almost sounded like he was holding back tears or anger. You could see in Steve's face he was the same, you sunk down in the seat opening a pack of potato chips the boys stole. The crunching and the sound of the engine were the only things filling the silence.

“How did you cope with your brother?” Steve said softly, tears started to fill his eyes, your stomach sank hearing this.

“I had to accept it happened very quickly,” You screwed up the now empty bag and threw it behind you. “Life goes on and we have to survive,” You pursed your lips and you could see that was not the answer Steve wanted to hear, but Billy knew this was lie. You had become numb and repressed it, you could see Billy looking at you as if to say “tell Steve the truth”.

“Have you accepted it though?” Billy shook his head knowing you weren't going to tell Steve unless he got it out of you himself, you looked at him disbelief as did Steve. You started falling over your words unable to form a coherent sentence or thought.

“I don't think I have,” You let out a huge breath to calm your thoughts and the words fell out of mouth as naturally as breathing. You felt a huge weight lifted off your shoulders, you felt Steve's hand caress yours making you turn to him. Tears were rolling down his cheek which you gently wiped away with your thumb as you rested your free hand on his cheek. “It does get easier though.” You whispered reassuringly, he wasn't wholly convinced but he could see the sincerity in your face.

Billy stopped off every now and again on your journey to nowhere so supplies could be picked up or scouting potential places to sleep for the night, you all felt there nothing suitable and carried on. At some point you had all entered Michigan, you wondered if Billy did think going to Canada was good idea and didn't want to admit it because he protested far too much initially or if this was accidental. You entered a town which looked like it had military involvement but it was now just a ghost town like every other place you went through, you laughed at the thought that if this was an old wild west movie there'd be tumble weed rolling across the roads. Steve was asleep resting on your shoulder, you moved gently so he could sleep on your lap as it was probably a lot more comfortable for him and you could play with his hair. “He saved my life.” Billy murmured not entirely wanting you to hear what he had just said because it would be admitting defeat in his eyes. You hummed in response as you didn't hear him as you were too focused on Steve, making Billy repeat himself which went against his every instinct.

“What happened?” You asked quietly running your fingers through Steve's hair which made him mumble something in his sleep which was complete nonsense.

“There was zombie in the shop,” Billy clutched onto the steering wheel tightly making his knuckles go white at the thought of what happened. He felt like he didn't have the strength to carry on, but knew he had to find it somewhere. “It came up behind me and knocked me to ground and I wasn't in a position to get it off me,” He exhaled as he said this not taking his eyes off the road. “It was incredibly close to biting me. He stabbed it in the head and saved me.” You knew there was more to the story than what Billy was letting on.

“What does that have to do with my brother though?” You were puzzled, you were pleased that both were safe but it didn't explain the pure horror on their face when they left the store. Billy shook his head and bit down hard on his bottom lip. “Was it someone you knew?” You knew that would be a long shot but it was worth asking anyway if it meant a little bit of clarification. He just shook his head and sighed as he pulled over the car so he could regain his composure.

“Where are we?” Steve woke up as the car came to a halt and sounded groggy.

“We've potentially found somewhere to stay.” Billy shrugged getting out the car as if the conversation beforehand hadn't happened.

“This doesn't look s-” You were cut off by the door slamming shut, you watched as the zombies stumbled around the building. Billy grabbed your homemade weapon from the trunk of the car and walked over to the zombies, you weren't sure how many there were but it was in double figures meaning if he made one wrong step he would end up dead. You let your head drop forwards in annoyance before getting out the car yourself to help Billy, you ran up and stabbed the closest one in the head and made your way through them. You could see Billy was releasing his rage out on them and it was dangerous because you knew he wasn't thinking straight and it left a lot of room for error. After a few minutes he managed to kill everything that was trying to attack him, his breathing was heavy and covered in blood as he examined the damage he had done. Steve raced up behind you to check if you were okay, also covered in blood.

“It's safe now.” Billy wiped the hair out of his eyes with his bloody hands. You walked up to the building and saw that the building was padlocked shut, inside you could hear loud moans and banging on the wood covered windows.

“That would be a no.” You skipped down the steps and stood next to Steve who draped his arm around your shoulder.

“Carry on?” Steve looked at the mayhem you were going to leave behind as you made your way to the car, you looked back and could see that Steve and Billy were in a heated discussion about something. Billy stormed over looking angry and climbing into the car and lighting up a cigarette that he must grabbed from the last raid.

“I need to talk to you,” Steve took your hand and pulled you away from the car. You knew it wasn't going to be good. Steve was looking at you intently trying to find the right words to say, you could feel your heart stop as you imagined the worst case scenario. “What happened in the store wasn't good,” Steve started, you chewed the inside of your cheek as you waited for him to confirm your worst fears. “The reason why I asked you about your brother was because,” You could see he was difficulty forming the words and it was breaking your heart and he could see it on your face. “I should have done the same, but couldn't,” Visible confusion swept across your face as you looked at him. “There was a child in the shop who had been bitten. I killed what turned out to be their mother and they didn't want to end up like that,” Steve looked away from you as he said this scared that you would hate him because he wasn't strong like you. “It was actually more like eaten than bitten,” Before he could carry on you swung your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug.

“It's okay,” You whispered in his ear, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in tightly.

“I didn't want you to know because I'm not strong like you.” He buried his head in the crook of your neck.

“Steve,” You laughed at hearing him say that you're strong. “You are honestly the strongest person I know,” You pulled away slightly so you could look at him and moved a strand of hair that was flopping over his face. He shook his head laughing. “Being in that position isn't about whether or not you're strong, it's far more complex than that,” You looked at him, there was still a lot of pain behind his eyes. “When I chose to do that for my brother, it was for self preservation on my part. I didn't want to watch him turn into what killed him, but as I pulled the trigger the only thing running through my brain was 'what if I fuck up and it doesn't kill him instantly? What if I make a painful death even more painful?' ultimately I knew I made the right decision. I also had the advantage of being bought up with my dad who taught me how to hunt which helped a lot, you however were far more likely to cause more harm than good especially with a knife.” Steve nodded understanding that you were right and you held out your hand and he put his in yours as you walked back to the car.

“It was the zombie that almost got Billy,” Steve admitted as well feeling like the weight had been lifted.

“Does Billy know?” You looked back at him still walking to car and Steve nodded in response.

“My mistake did almost cost another life.” Steve caught up with you so you were now walking side by side.

“Not a mistake, but I didn't think people turned that fast.” Steve smiled down at you feeling happy that he had someone as understanding as you.

“I didn't either.” Steve opened the car door for you and let you climb in and walked around the other side to get into his side.

“All good?” Billy asked flicking his cigarette out the window and putting his sunglasses back on.

“All good.” You smiled as Steve climbed in next to you.

The night drew in and after multiple stops Billy had driven you to the Canadian border, you and Steve were both asleep on one another. The atmosphere in the air was tense and Billy didn't like it. It was eerily deserted despite there being evidence of military presence at some point. You felt a hand whack you. “Go away,” You mumbled adjusting yourself in your seat to get comfortable again in your half asleep state. The hand hit you again making you wake up fully. “What?” You hissed as you jolted up waking Steve up.

“What's going on?” Steve rubbed his eyes as he yawned.

“We're near the border,” Billy pointed at the road in front of him and you climbed over the centre console to sit in the seat next to him. The headlights illuminated what was in front of you, there were barricades at the side of the road and old news papers danced in the headlights where they were picked up in the wind. You felt tense, you turned around to Steve who looked deeply unsure by everything that was surrounding you. Billy stopped the car which scared you as it made you vulnerable. “What do you think we need to do?” Billy's hands were clasping at the steering wheel still as he looked back at Steve and then looked at you.

“I'm scared.” You admitted as you locked your door, not that would make much difference in the end.

“I think keep going.” Steve was scared, but he knew if you were scared he had to be calm for your sake.

“Okay then.” Billy pressed his foot down on the gas slowly when all of sudden an army made themselves known. Your eyes were wide with shock wondering if they were there the entire time or if they saw you coming. A knock on your window made you jump and a man who was dressed in a military uniform was staring at you. You rolled down the window slightly so you could talk to him.

“American?” You all nodded in response to him. “Flights stopped months ago,” You all looked at each other and mouthed the words 'flights' to Steve wondering what he was talking about. “But we can offer you refuge,” He smiled, you wanted to trust him in your gut but after the ordeal you had been through you weren't sure if you should. He hit the roof of car and gestured for you to drive beyond the border. “Three Americans.” You heard him say in a walkie talkie as you rolled up your window and Billy drove off.

Beyond the border the town was functioning like normal. It didn't feel like it hadn't turned to shit just a couple of miles away, but you noticed that the barriers surrounding the place meant that just outside it was shit, but it felt like it was going to be contained. You chuckled softly to yourself hoping this was the start of something new for you and Steve. Billy parked the car and you were greeted by a very happy woman who showed you around and showed you to your houses which had everything you needed from electricity to water. The car was checked and your guns were taken away into storage which you were shown, the guy checking your car held up the heads that you forgot were in there, you leaned into Steve trying to suppress your giggles which made Steve laugh.

“Collector?” The guy joked as he put them down next to him and handed you the rest of your weapons that didn't require ammo. You walked back into your house putting the weapons down by the door deciding you'll deal with them in the morning and before your foot had touched the bottom step you were lifted up bridal style by Steve who carried you upstairs into the nicely decorated bedroom and put on the bed. Steve was hovering over you smiling.

“We finally have a safe place we can call our own.” You played with the neckline of his shirt as he stroked your cheek gently admiring your features.

“All I've ever wanted.” He whispered gently before you pulled him in for a slow, passionate kiss which he quickly reciprocated with a smile as he wanted to do that the moment he saw you in the bunker and every second after.

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dreams-of-wings · 5 years ago

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Impossible (6/8)

Imagine Billy Hargrove with a Mixed Race/Biracial S/O

Warnings: Racism, swearing, homophobia, homophobic slurs, mild violence, you throw hands a lot, angst.

Masterlist

You stay blocking the window sill for a bit cuz you enjoy seeing him squirm.

Honestly, he is bad at this whole climbing thing and he's struggling to not fall on his ass.

You finally let him in after he almost falls.

You're laughing your ass off while he's climbing through your window and simultaneously having a heart attack.

"It would have been less of a hassle if you used the door."

"I didn't think your parents would be happy if someome like me came knocking on their door asking for you."

You raise a brow at this, someone like him?

After a minute it occurs to you.

"Oh you mean a violent, racist, douchbag, with a reputation that surpasses the devil?"

He frowns.

Contrary to popular belief, Billy Hargrove is very self aware, and very self conscious about himself, his actions, and his self worth.

He doesn't like being an asshole but it's all he knows.

He low-key is afraid of growing up to be like his father.

Even though he has that nagging voice in the back of his mind that's telling him he's already as bad as his dad, if not worse.

He hides it all under a mask of confidence, booze, and cigarettes.

It still doesn't make his actions okay.

You snap him out of his thoughts.

"What?"

"I said my parents are out of town."

Now that he's in your room you noticed that Billy looked shaken up.

Billy Fucking Hargove, for once didn't have a scratch on him, but he looked like hell.

You question him.

It takes a while but he finally answers.

His dad got pissed at him because Max wasn't home, and he came hoping she would be here so he could drag her home.

You convince him to let you come along, because he is pissed and you know how he can get.

He caves and lets you tag along.

The next stop was Lucas' House.

Neither Max nore her son were there, but she said the kids all loved to go to Mike's house to play games.

Next stop is the Wheelers residence.

You dont know what's being said between Mrs. Wheeler and Billy, but knowing Billy and being able to read his body language- well. It takes everything in you to refrain from rolling your eyes and honking his horn (though you fail at not rolling your eyes).

I mean come on you guys are looking for Max, this is not the time to be flirting.

Fuck he went in.

You audibly groan and contemplate jacking his car to go look for his sister yourself, unfortunately he has the keys and you dont know how to hotwire a car.

Finally, he's out.

You forgive him because he comes out with a cookie in his mouth and has another one in his hand, which he gives to you.

"Hell, yes!!"

What?

Who the hell turns down food? And cookies at that. Home made cookies. And they're fresh.

Last stop was the the Byers house.

Fuck, Steve is there.

"Stay in the car."

"What? No!" Like hell you were going to let him beat up your friend.

"Stay in the fucking car!"

Steve seems both angry and hurt when he notices that you're in Billy's car.

You can't really hear what's being said, it's all muffled.

You panic a bit when Billy shoved Steve and you worry they'll start fighting.

"Shit!"

You burst out the car when you see Billy storming for the door, but stop to help Steve.

"Why the hell are you driving around with him?"

"He came to my place first, looking for Max and I offered to help him. What'd you say to piss him off?"

Steve gets mad, thinking your taking his side, and for the second time that night you find yourself rolling your eyes. "Why did you tell him you didn't know her? I tutor Max and her friends, and you babysit her friends, and you and I hang out, of course you would know her?"

You both stop arguing when you here a loud crash from inside the house.

"Damn it!" "Shit!"

You both walk in just in time to hear Billy threaten Lucas.

Fucking excuse you, Billy???

Steve decks him across the face, Billy taunts him, and this time an actual fight breaks out.

You try your best to get them both to stop fighting, but neither of them will listen to you, the voice of reason.

When Billy has Steve pinned to the floor and keeps punching him over and over again you finally get physical.

You tackle Billy off him while he's oblivious to his surroundings and use your hands and knees to pin his arms to the ground.

"What the fuck is your problem, Billy?!"

You've never seen him look at you so angrily, probably because he feels a bit betrayed.

He somehow manages to roll you both over so now your stuck underneath him.

You flinch when he draws his fist back like he's going to hit you, but the next thing you know- there's a syringe sticking out the side of his neck.

"Holy shit!"

He gets up to go after Max, but promptly falls.

Your a bit shocked by Max's outburst.

Now her, you have never seen that angry before.

When they leave, you stay behind to look after Billy and move him to couch

He isn't happy when he wakes up.

He's actually really fucking pissed.

But he's still a little groggy from sleep and the drug (mostly the drug) so it's funny.

Help this child, he thought he was getting off the couch normally, but turns out he just rolled off and onto the floor face first.

Your freaking out and laughing all at once.

Slurred, "What the fuck's so funny?!?"

He needs aspirin and water like a hangover.

He falls asleep again after you get him back onto the couch, and you fall asleep on the floor propped up against the couch in a sitting position.

You don't wake up till the kids get back (Max wakes you up).

The both of you manage to get Billy to his car. He still asleep like a log.

You go to your place, and they spend the night - Max was worried their dad would be even more angry if they woke him up, and even more so if he caught you helping Billy and Max into the house.

The next morning was very #Domestic.

With You waking up to find Max already up and looking through your cabinets for food.

Suprise, you end up making breakfast for everyone!

Max wanted chocolate chip pancakes, so chocolate chip pancakes she shall get.

No suprise, Billy wakes up while you both are making the sausages and bacon.

Full plate of eggs, bacon and sausage, and pancakes for everyone! Yay! 😀

Honestly the best morning the two of them have had for a while, but you won't catch either of them saying that outloud.

Max leaves to hang out with the others.

Billy still seems mad about the previous night.

"What, are you going to pout all morning? All day?"

"I dont pout."

"Oh I'm sorry, what would you prefer to call it- sulking? Brooding? Plotting my death?"

He tries to hide a snicker and lightly shoves you.

Going back to school the following Monday felt weird after everything that happened over the weekend.

You tried asking Steve what was up with all the drawings in Will's house, but he wouldn't budge.

Of course you tried asking Nancy and Jonathan too, but they acted like they didn't know anything.

The next few weeks were full of practice tests and prep assignments for finals.

You saw Billy less and less because you were hitting the books.

Sure he knew you were probably in the library, but after that weekend he wasn't sure how to go about interacting with you, or if he should do so anymore at all.

He kinda feels like you picked Steve over him.

He pops buy on Wednesday and almost gives you a heart attack. He's not surprised that you've been working yourself ragged, and your not surprised he hasn't even touched a text book (let's be honest, Billy doesn't strike me at the type of person to take notes in class, just pull out a pencil and paper to look like he's interested and go about his day).

Your freaking out, because finals but he doesn't flinch because you're like the smartest person he knows.

"Oh c'mon," he's managed to take your precious notes away, "You'll be fine, you're only stressing yourself out."

"Billy, I need those!"

"No you don't," He starts acting like he's reading the notes outloud, but he's getting the facts and formulas all wrong.

You correct him several times, and have actually started to chase him around the library.

Finally he closes the book after your sure you must have chased him around at least twice, "See, I told you. You don't need to study, you know this shit."

You both got kicked out of the library, again.

Billy is banned, but the librarian gives you one last chance...starting tomorrow.

You sigh in defeat, "Alright you proved your point, now give me my notebook back."

You reach for it.

"Nah," He raises it above his head so you can't reach it. Asshole.

Tommy and Carol show up and they think he's picking on you.

Neither of you sees them.

Tommy manages to snag the notebook, gives you an obnoxious laugh when you reach for it, and tosses it to Carol

"Give it back, shit face," Your mood went from playful to pissed in point zero seconds.

"What are you going to do about it, Heinz?"

Lord help you, you're about to throw hands again.

Billy snatches the book back and hands it to you, before looking at Tommy and Carol with a very stern expression.

"You idiots got anything better to do, huh?" He takes a few steps towards Tommy and for every step he takes, Tommy backs away.

Carol is distracted, which allows you to snatch your notebook back. She reaches for it again but you slap her hand away.

The message was very clear for them, so they take their leave and retreat back to wherever they came from.

Billy has lunch with you and manages to get you to skip the rest of school with him.

You don't want to miss during dead week, but the whole fiasco during your study period in the Library got you thinking- you need a break.

You also don't want the absent strike.

"You're such a goodie-two-shoes."

Peer pressure sucks.

You convince him to give you 30 minutes after the late bell rings to show up.

You go to class, set up your desk, the late bell rings, teacher calls role and marks you present. 7 minutes have passed.

You feign being ill.

It really wasn't hard. You just acted more tired than normal, threw in a couple "I have to stop what I'm doing because I have a headache," gestures. You even put your head down for a minute. You sit in the front so your body language is easy to pick up on and the teacher allows you to go to the nurses office when you ask. 12 minutes have passed.

When you get to the nurses office you throw the pass on the desk and storm into the private bathroom - closing the door behind you, before forcing yourself to dry heave. 27 minutes have passed.

You convince the nurse that it must be something you ate that's making you sick.

She gives you a pass and let's your teachers know you're sick and have gone home.

You meet Billy outside the school 30 minutes on the dot, he's surprised you actually came, and even more surprised that you lied well enough to get the teachers to excuse you for the rest of the day.

Of course you're upset when you see Tommy and Carol in the back seat, but you just roll your eyes and brush it off before climbing in shot gun.

Tommy and Carol are mocking you before you even get in.

"We didn't know the, mutt was coming along."

"How nice of you to bring something to entertain us, Billy."

Your looking at Billy through the corner of your eyes as he starts the car.

He waves you off, "Dont mind them."

You have no idea where you're going, or how long it will take so you pull out a book to read.

Before you can even open it, Carol snatches it from you, "What's the Nerd reading?!"

You roll your eyes again.

Tommy snatches it from the red head, "Stephan King. Christine."

"What's it?" Carol pipes up again, "Sappy romance novel?!"

"Wow, you both are actually uncultured, " you snatch the book away from Tommmy, "I'm impressed," and keep it out of his reach by out stretching your arm towards the dash, "Did it take all three of your brain cells to read that?"

Tommy tries to get his hands on you now, but you smack them away.

"Alright, alright!"

The three of you look surprised at Billy, "If you two don't quit your shit," he looks to the rearview mirror, "I'm kicking you out."

The rest of your ride was uneventful.

You arrive at Tommy's house.

His parents are also out of town.

But he lives in a large house with a pool and bar.

They're having an end of the year party and whoops you got dragged along.

You hadn't planned to be doing this with your time so you resort to studying more, much to Billy's behest, and Tommy and Carol's attempts to distract you.

You sit outside on a lawn chair next to the pool while they get everything prepped for the night.

Not much happens till it starts turning dark out, Billy calls you for help with something and when you leave you don't notice Carol and Tommy going for your stuff.

You can imagine your suprise when you find you stuff had been emptied into the pool.

Notebooks, text books, pencils, pens, erasers, even the book you were trying to read on the way.

You look up when you hear Carol laughing as she rounds the pool in your direction, and you see Tommy throw your bag in the pool.

"Are you fucking serious? What are you twelve?!"

Before you can react, Carol shoves you into the pool.

"And that's how you get a book worm to swim!"

You somehow manage to keep your cool, gathering your stuff and putting them on the edge of the pool away from Tommy and Carol. Though you didn't know why you bother, you can tell the ink is smeared and the pencil is faded now, only thing possibly salvageable was your pencils and your reading book, but even that was debatable.

You climb out and sit at the edge.

You feel physically uncomfortable

Your clothing is sticking to you.

And it's basically summer already so the air is hot and a little damp. You look up to see Billy storming out of the house.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Relax, Billy, we were all just having a little fun, right?" Tommy looks at you like you're afraid of him so you're going to agree with him.

Yeah, no.

"Fuck off," you chuck your biggest text book at him.

None of them knew how well a text book could fly till it hits Tommy in the gut.

Go you! Bonus points for nailing him with the corner.

Your trying to wring the bottom of your clothes out when Tommy comes up from behind you and tries to grab you by the back of your head.

"Hey!" Billy is quickly making his way over to the both of you.

Carol tries to stop him, but she is poetically shoved to the side and subsequently falls into the pool.

You manage to elbow Tommy in the balls but the pain only makes him hold on harder.

"You little-"

He doesn't get to finish because he's promptly punched in the side of the face. You quickly back away from the edge incase Carol gets anymore funny ideas.

Billy helps you up and ushers you into the house.

"Sorry..." He sounds awkward, "About them."

You look at him with a deadpan expression, "Billy Hargrove, apologizing," you sigh with attitude, "pinch me. I must be dreaming."

He grits his jaw, "Don't you start being a smart ass with me- it's them who keep giving you crap!" He started raising his voice.

"Yeah, yet you still keep them around," you make your way over to the sink to keep wringing out your shirt and shoulder check him on the way, "Honestly, I don't even know why you keep them around- at least you have your reasons for being an asshole." You take off your shirt -much to Billy's suprise- so you can properly get rid of the water. Let's face it, a soaked shirt sticking to you like a second skin doesn't leave much to the imagination anyways, "Reasons," you turn to look at him for emphasis, "Not excuses," you turn back to the sink, "but understandable reasons nonetheless." You lay your shirt out flat on the kitchen's large counter to air dry (it's too dark and humid outside for it to dry any better outside anyways), "But they're just assholes because....because...." You sputter and shake your head, "I don't know, probably because they know they won't ever amount to anything better in their lives, so they figure they might as well tear down as many people as they can on their way to fucking nowhere."

You turn and look at him with an aggravated huff and cross your arms. Unfortunately Carol and Tommy walk in at that moment.

"You trashy mutt!"

"Stupid whore!"

"You really think, Billy's that desprit?!"

For a second you were confused. Then you remembered you didn't have a shirt on.

You roll your eyes again before throwing your still wet shirt back on.

"And what the hell Billy?! You really gonna' side with this half-breed?!"

Fuck this.

Fuck Carol.

Fuck Tommy.

And you know what? If this doesn't change, fuck Billy too. You dont need or deserve this.

You storm out the back door, gathering your things and shoving them in your dripping bag before walking around the side towards the front. Billy quickly runs out the front door to meet you outside.

"I'll take you home."

"No."

Billy calls your name and he almost sounds tired.

His tone is what makes you pause and turn around.

"Please."

You raise a brow and swallow your pride as well as your snarky comments, "Fine."

The party commences and goes on without the both of you.

Billy isn't quite sure what he enjoys more, being out and partying or enjoying a relaxing evening indoors, heavens knows he can't relax at home.

Max surprises the both of you by stopping by to visit.

The three of you hang out in your living room flipping through channels and eating popcorn.

Billy eats the least pop corn out off the three of you and opted to have some carrots and grapes less than half way through the first movie.

Billy is totally a health buff.

"Are Carol and Tommy really that bad?" Max mistakenly asked about your day.

"They have absolutely no redeeming qualities."

Max doesn't hide how she shoots a glance at her brother, 'And that fool does?' Is basically what her expression asked.

Billy glares at her from the couch opposite to hers and bites a carrot like it's her head.

You're covering your laughter with your hand.

From now on all my Imagines will be tagged by their titles, series, and parts! Hopefully this will make it easier to find a specific imagine if your looking for it. For example, anything relating to this series is tagged with "impossible", the series itself is tagged as "impossible series" and each individual part is tagged as "impossible pt.[1/2/3/etc.]"

Another example: part one is tagged as "impossible pt.1"

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moirasimagines · 6 years ago

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when doves cry | billy hargrove x reader

billy and the reader have a night where emotional intimacy crashes into the physical and music means everything.

(a/n: songs for this fic are, in order, when doves cry by prince, everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears, and in your eyes by peter gabriel. carin at the liquor store by the national is a contemporary song, but also suits the vibe incredibly well.)

word count: 2,959

warnings: SMUT!!!, angst, mentions of abuse (from canon, nothing abusive between billy and the reader), redemption arc for billy so he differs a little from canon if that’s going to bother you, language. 18+ only. (unfortunately, i have not mastered the art of gender neutral smut, so this would be with an afab/fem reader. let me know if you’d like me to rework it for other bodies or identities)

Billy’s fingers dug into your hips as you rode him and he let out a groan. You grinned, though you couldn’t see his face–– your head was thrown back, and the smile quickly faded from your lips as your expression twisted into one of pleasure. Your boyfriend liked to fuck with music on, and you had no objections. When the song was good, it just made everything better. And bad songs? Let’s just say you had more than enough to distract you. Sometimes you could tell how Billy felt about a song by the ways his body reacted: the way his teeth would graze your neck as he smiled when a song he liked began to play, the way he would kiss you possessively when there was a song he didn’t care for, his cock twitching inside of you when it was one that turned him on.

You’d never felt anything like how stiff he went after the first few notes of When Doves Cry. You didn’t stop your movements right away; you were admittedly a bit lost in the sensation of it all. Besides, the two of you always liked Prince. He tapped out after a moment, and you stilled.

“Get off,” he said, voice still thick with lust.

“Gett Off? No, isn’t this When Doves Cry?” You were in no position to do any critical thinking. Billy had to laugh, at least a little.

“No. I mean get off me.”

“Oh! Oh. Yeah,” you said, lifting yourself off of him. “Sorry.” You sat on the bed beside his legs. The blonde boy waved off your apology and got up, changing the station on the radio. You couldn’t help but admire his form–– the sheen of sweat covering his back, the curve of his ass. But once he’d changed the dial and Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears came over the speaker, he didn’t turn back to you. Instead, Billy remained there for a moment, almost as if he was frozen.

“Babe? Are you okay?” You stood and padded over to him, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. The touch seemed to wake him up, and he straightened his back.

“Yeah. Yeah. ‘M fine.” He turned away from you, slinking back to the bed, though he sat up, back against the headboard, rather than assume his previous position. You frowned, arms wrapping protectively around your middle. Had you done something wrong? It didn’t seem that way. You perched beside him on the edge of the bed, resting a hand on his cheek to make him look at you.

“Hey,” you murmured, searching his eyes for an explanation. You found none. “What’s wrong? I thought you liked Prince.”

“I do. I just…” He looked away from you again. “I’m not fucking you with that fucking song on.”

“Why not?” You tucked a stray curl behind his ear, brow furrowed with uncertainty. His mouth quirked when your fingers brushed his temple, and for a second you were sure his eyes were welling up. He moved away from you, and sat on the other edge of the bed, his back to you. The mattress dipped slightly as you crawled towards him, settling just close enough that he could touch you if he needed to. The ache between your legs hadn’t faded just yet and a little shiver ran through you, but you ignored it. There was clearly something larger going on here, and if it was enough to stop Billy in the middle of sex, you knew it was important. He took off the condom and tossed it in the trash, but said nothing. After a few moments passed in silence, you tried again.

“You can tell me anything” you said, voice hushed and soothing, “you know that, Billy.” He took a deep breath, as if about to speak, and then let it back out. You were starting to think he might need to be alone when he finally spoke.

“I’m not… I can’t fuck you with the line ‘Maybe I’m just like my father’ playing in the background. Okay? I just can’t.”

His candor shocked you. Of course, you’d seen the bruises. The split lips. The way that he’d brush it off like it was nothing, even when he’d shown up on your doorstep one night with a black eye. You knew his father hit him. Every once in a while, he would let his guard down enough to talk about it for a few moments. But he’d never once been this straightforward about what he was feeling. He scrubbed his hands over his face as if to shake off the notion, and when he turned back to you, it seemed as though he’d forced himself not to cry. His eyes were a telltale red–– bloodshot and right on the brink. But he’d held it back. You wished for once he would just let himself fall apart.

You laid your hands against his cheeks, and pressed a loving kiss to his brow. His head inclined toward your touch and his hands, rough and warm, rested familiarly at your hips. The tension seemed to have gone from his face and the calm on his features was so beautiful. Though perhaps it wasn’t enough, you knew it had been cathartic for Billy to admit even that much.

He’d never told you in so many words, but you made Billy feel safe in a way he’d never felt before.

“Listen to me,” you said softly, “you are nothing like that man. You are not perfect, but you are trying.” It was true. Billy’s junior year had been messy; pocked with violence and anger. He’d directed it in all the wrong places, let it control him. Now, even if it couldn’t make up for the wrongs he had done, he was trying to be better. He hadn’t tamed all his demons, but he was making an effort, and you’d been with him every step of the way. He’d started trying to get it together over the summer, and senior year was as fresh a start as it could be. You were confident that Billy would keep making strides. He was even making progress with Max, though she was slow to trust him. From the stories Billy told, you couldn’t fault her. The thought of some of the things he’d done in the past made you shiver, but he’d proved to you that he wanted to change and you had to focus on that.

You’d only ever seen him break down once, soon after you’d started to become friends. He’d bared his soul to you in that moment, and it bonded you to him. Your relationship came to fruition soon after. You both knew you were moving fast, but neither of you cared. You saw something in Billy that he rarely showed to others and the pull between you two had been magnetic. He had always thought you were the kind of person people trusted. He’d been right.

You combed your fingers through his hair, and tilted his head up, but his eyes stayed down. “Billy,” you implored, “look at me, baby.”

When he did, his eyes were shining again, and a tear slipped down his cheek. He brought the heel of his hand up to his face, frustrated, but you caught his wrist, replacing his rough touch with your gentle one.

“Stop,” you whispered, “just stop. Breathe.” He nodded and repositioned himself so he was sitting against the headboard again. Then he did as you asked, closing his eyes and taking a measured breath. His shoulders dropped, the muscles loosening as he tried to ground himself. Hid eyes found yours again, and his expression was calmer, though not without a gleam of defeat, hurt.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“Of course, baby. Always.”

The Tears For Fears song ended, and was replaced by a new one by Peter Gabriel. You’d heard it once or twice before. It was beautiful, called In Your Eyes.

You sighed and took Billy into your arms, straddling his lap. He returned the embrace, holding you close, his lips pressed against your temple. You took a moment to breathe him in, gently raking your nails up and down the back of his neck. Eventually, he moved to pull away and you let him. He just looked at you without saying anything, hands sliding comfortingly up and down your arms.

“What’s a girl like you doing with a piece of shit like me, huh?” he finally asked.

His eyes shone up at you with admiration. His voice was so sweet, so gentle. The question held no malice–– he really meant it. Your heart felt ready to break right then and there, like someone had driven a stake into it.

“Oh Billy,” you whimpered, pulling him back into your arms. “Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.” Tears sprung from your eyes–– there was nothing you could do to stop them. You cradled his head against your neck, face turned so your nose was pressing into his hair. “You were so broken when I met you…” your voice was small, fragile with emotion. “No one had ever given you a chance. I’m not trying to erase the things you did, okay? But ever since we met I see you striving to be better. And no one can take that away from you.”

You could feel the way Billy’s breath rattled in and out of his lungs, and after a moment, hot tears began to drip onto your shoulder. You held Billy while he wept, silent. Your heart ached for him, like it would beat out of your chest if it meant you could ease some of his pain. You’d seen so many people who never tried to be good, never tried to better themselves. But Billy knew what it was to be hurt, and when he finally realized he was becoming the very thing that undid him, he knew he had to change. It was a privilege that he had trusted you to accompany him on his journey.

Billy couldn’t remember ever being this vulnerable before, but here he was: crying, naked, clutching you like a life preserver. He’d never met anyone he could truly fall apart with. He’d only ever done this once before, with you. But this time as you held him, comforted him, whispered that it would all be all right, he knew that you would keep putting him back together every time he shattered. After a while, the tears stopped, and Billy took a breath, lifting his head.

He took a corner of the bedsheet, wiping his tears off your shoulder, waves of relief crashing over him. No one in his life had ever held him like this, had ever cared about him like this. Every second left him in awe of your kindness, your spirit, how much love you had to give. His hands found your cheeks and you looked at him, eyes meeting his. He was done holding his tongue.

“Y/N, I love you,” he said earnestly. “I love you so much.”

The confession took your breath away, and for a few seconds, you could only look at him helplessly, eyes clouding with emotion.

“You don’t have to say it back,” he murmured, eyes flickering away from yours. His hands slid down your neck to rest at your shoulders. “I just had to tell you. You deserve to know how important you are.” His eyes turned back to you, vulnerable, kind. It was overwhelming.

Before you could think, you were kissing him, desperate and devotional, your fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck. His arms wrapped around your torso, warm and reverent. Every touch was like you’d never experienced it before–– urgent but unbelievably tender.

“I love you too, Billy,” you finally managed, “more than I can say.” You watched Billy’s eyes well up as your own began to fill with tears, and you kissed him sweetly again and again. His hands roamed your body, not rough and hungrily like they usually were, but ardent and tentative. He wanted to touch every inch of you, to learn every cell, to mark it in his memory.

Your lips moved from his to trace down his jaw, his neck. He sighed and slid a hand into your hair, the other one massaging your thigh, fingers ghosting ever closer to the juncture of your leg and your hip. One of your hands remained in his hair and the other traced the expanse of his chest as you lavished attention along the column of this throat. Billy let out a low hum and gently guided your lips back to his, allowing himself access to your breasts. His hands followed the curves, thumbs brushing over your nipples. Soon he’d replaced the pads of his thumbs with his mouth, earning a soft gasp from you. Your every sense was heightened with the rush of emotion and wherever your skin met his felt like heaven.

Billy redoubled his efforts along your neck and jaw, touching his lips and tongue to the places he knew you were sensitive. He let his hands slink down to the tops of your thighs again, slipping closer to the slope of your hips. Once they arrived, he slid his thumbs along the sensitive skin and settled his hands around your ass. Pulling you close to him, he lifted you enough to scoot forward on the mattress, giving himself the room to lie down with you still on top of him, lips connecting fervently.

Your thighs hugged the sides of his ass and he could feel you, warm and wet, hovering above his hips. He’d grown hard and you reached between your legs to palm his cock. Sitting back up, you began to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone, trailing down his chest, his stomach, his hips. Billy sighed as you worked your way down, breath becoming heavier the closer you got. Finally, you pressed your tongue to the base of his cock, licking a long stripe to the top where you took his head in your mouth, massaging it with your tongue. His breath hitched and he let out a soft sound of pleasure before murmuring, “I need you.” You could taste his precum on your tongue, and you swiped it over the tip of his cock. When you crawled back up to kiss him, he could taste himself on your tongue.

He slipped a hand between your legs, finding you achingly wet, and he teased your clit with his thumb, letting his middle and index finger ghost along your core. He snatched a condom off his bedside table and rolled it on before returning his attention to the heat between your thighs. You moaned into his mouth, and he began to guide himself to your entrance. He teased himself against you and sighed, his head dipping back blissfully against the pillow. You smiled at him, the sweetness in his features as he gave in to pleasure. Soon, you were sinking onto his cock, relief flooding you as he filled you. You began to start a gentle rhythm, kissing him as you ground your hips against his. He held you captive in his arms, not wanting to let you sit up and ride him, but to keep you close. Making a split decision, Billy pulled away to murmur, “Let me.”

You stilled your movements and Billy slung an arm around your hips, holding you so he could flip you over.

“I want to make love to you,” he said, kissing into the crook of your neck before colliding your lips again, passionately. He picked up the rhythm you’d started, taking you slow and deep. You moaned, luxuriating in the feeling. It was rare for you two to move this slowly, but you couldn’t deny the sparks that flew.

It was incredible. Everything was laid bare–– you’d given yourselves completely over to each other.

As Billy thrust into you over and over, you began to sigh, voice betraying just how close you were. Your moans mixed with his, voices ringing out like a prayer and you could feel pleasure coil up in your core. He began to speed up, chasing his high and yours, each of you growing more desperate for release by the second. Billy cried out as he came, reaching between your bodies to massage your clit, bringing you over the edge with him.

“Oh, god–– Billy, fuck!”

You came, quivering around him, walls pulsing over his cock, earning a whimper from the boy above you. His movements began to slow as you both rode out your orgasms, and soon he was laying beside you, panting, eyes shut in euphoria. He reached for your hand, not saying anything, and tangled your fingers together.

You turned over, hand still in his, and pressed a kiss into his shoulder. He looked at you, and trailed a hand along your jaw.

“You are so perfect,” he whispered, reaching forward to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. After a moment, he climbed out of bed, returning with a small towel to clean you up.

When you were both settled, tucked against each other and ready to sleep, Billy began to play with your hair.

“Thank you,” he said softly. “Thank you for the mind blowing sex––” you giggled at this, and kissed him. “And thank you for all the love and support you’ve given me.” You stroked the top of his arm.

“I would do it all again in a heartbeat.”

The two of you fell asleep intertwined. When the day broke, you would wake up and face the world together, ready for any challenge it could possibly throw your way.

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gutterdreams · 7 years ago

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"This is a very bad Saturday" with Billy Hargrove

Posting from my phone. Screwed up my prompt, so it’ll be based on a Friday! Also PS this contains some smut. I hope you enjoy!

Even with her low expectations, Max was having horrible day. She had a hunch it wouldn’t go well because it started with Billy and Neil going back and forth throughout their small bungalow, waking her up with their grumbling and insults. She held her breath in Billy’s car as he chainsmoked along to Slayer. It was when she arrived at school that she anticipated a change in her day. It was there where she had a good group of friends and where she could be herself. There was no walking on eggshells around the halls like there was at her house.

At first, everything was just fine and she liked when things were fine, but Lucas ditched her right before lunch. It was something he had never done before, something he had promised not to do, but according to him, Dustin was whining for “male bonding”. Max thought it was ridiculous because it wasn’t as if she was constantly asking them to play dolls and dress up with her. She liked playing Dungeons and Dragons sometimes, she enjoyed video games, Star Wars, and even running around like an idiot pretending to be a ghost. Male bonding just sounded like an excuse to get rid of her. If they wanted to hurt her feelings, they had succeeded.

She sat alone, not even attempting to befriend girls that had never done anything more than whisper under their breath in her direction. While it was lonely and left her mind to reel, Max decided it was easier to just spend the day alone.

When the school day finally was finished, Max didn’t keep her stepbrother waiting. She burst through the doors and rushed across he street to the high school. In fact, she beat you and Billy to the Camaro and was yanking on the door handle when you two made it over, your books under Billy’s arm as he strided before you.

“How was your day?” You inquired when you are both in the car, but she just shrugged and leaned her head against the window. Billy quickly snapped at her to take it off though. He protected his car fiercely.

“It was boring.” Pulling her head from the glass, she mumbled and then took out her notebook to occupy herself on the drive. She knew with you in the car that the radio would be quieter, but that you and Billy would be making out at red lights and talking about each other to each other.

She was just having one of those days. She wanted the world to just turn itself off and give her a break. Instead, her mechanic pencil ran out of led before you three were even halfway home. Max let out a defeated sigh, but you didn’t hear. You were distracted by Billy drumming on the steering wheel and being a touch of a ham. In another world, he would be a rock star.

“We’re going out.” Billy told Max once he pulled up in front of the house.

You started to get out of the car in order to let her leave the backseat, watching as she climbed out.

“We won’t be too long.” You assured her. There’s no way Billy would risk his dad or Susan finding out left her alone. He was adamant you guys be back before either parent was home, but she was thirteen and he wanted to make a drugstore run.

Max didn’t seem to care at all. As she walked up the house, it didn’t even seem as if she had heard you two. She helped herself to a bag of chips from the top of the shelf and headed into her room. She wanted to go skating around, but her energy was as low as her mood, so instead she decided to get caught up on school work. Privately, she hoped that Lucas would call. She didn’t want to talk to him, but she wanted his apology.

She lost track of how long she was in her room for, music playing as she fumbled through her math assignment. The phone had been ringing for a while before she heard it. Jumping off her bed, she rushed to get it before the caller hung up.

It was as if the day was interested in the turning around somehow. It was Lucas on the other end. He had ditched his friends for the night and wanted to meet her at the arcade, just the two of them. He couldn’t control if any of the party was there, but he still wanted to go with just her.

Stubbornly, Max made him ask three times before agreeing. She hung up with her first actual smile of the day with the intention of hopping on her bike and heading to meet up with her favorite person in Hawkins. She was slipping on her shoes when she realized that she didn’t have any money.

Max looked at it as a conveinence fee for having to put up with him. She had taken money from Billy’s coin tray on one of his shelves before, just a few dollars here and there.

Without knocking, she shoved open his door. She had been distracted in her room all night and assumed neither of you were home. Max’s eyes widened so fast that she felt them snap. It wasn’t the usual cloud of cologne or messy room that greeted her when she walked in. Instead, it was her step brother’s bare ass - the one he was obnoxiously proud of.

Billy was standing at the edge of his bed, naked from mullet to toe. Max shut her eyes so quickly, standing there in the doorway, that she didn’t quite see you laying on the bed in an outfit that matched Billy’s. He was rocking his hips rapidly and grunting as your head was positioned just slightly off the mattress, both feet over his pillow. Over your nostrils, dangerously close to your eyes and bleeding mascara, there was drool running down. He was face fucking you and in heaven. You two had run to the drug store for condoms, an errand you didn’t want to bring Max along for.

“What the fuck?” When he heard the door open, Billy whipped his head around and it forced his cock from your throat and mouth completely. Your gasp made Max shudder as she threw her hands over her ears. “Get the fuck out, Max!” Billy shouted at her.

She wanted to leave, but she was frozen. It wasn’t until Billy reached around you trying to cover your body with his blanket and took his pillow that she started to walk away. Billy whipped the pillow at her, but it caught the door as she slammed it shut.

“What the fuck, Max?” Pissed she had interupted, he yelled. It made no sense to Billy on why she would need to be in his room anyway. He had explicitally told her that if she did come in, it would have to be because she was bleeding from the head.

Sitting on the bed, covering your body with his blanket clutched, you watched as Billy, red-faced and naked, let anger take control. There was a vein forming in the center of his forehead.

He looked to you, breathless and eyes like daggers.

“She is going to be traumatized.” It was all you could manage to say, looking at him and then the door on the other side. “You have to talk to her.”

“What?!”

“That was not passionate in-the-movies love making, Billy. You were face fucking me! There was drool in my nose.”

“I know. It was hot.” He leaned in, one knee on the mattress, and kissed your soaked mouth. When he pulled away, he saw your awaiting stare. “Why do I have to talk to her?” Deflating, he asked like a whining child.

“Because she is your sister.”

“So, you’re both girls.”

“Can’t we just go back to fucking? We bought a lot of condoms.” Billy would rather hit it bare, but you weren’t on birth control and none of you were looking to go down that road.

“Talk to her.” You told him again, diligently. “Then I’ll ride you.” You pecked at lips, hearing him grumble into the kiss.

Billy was loud in his reluctance as he stomped around his room to find his underwear. He shuffled it up his legs and then did the same with his jeans before throwing open his bedroom door.

“Max! Come here!” His voice booked through out the modest home. “I got to talk to you about face fucking!” Billy could surprise you with his gratitude and occasional kindness, but he was almost always without grace.

“Oh my god!” Absolutely mortified, Max’s voice squeaked from the front door where she was putting on her shoes out of Billy’s sight. “This is a very bad Friday! Don’t make it worse! I would rather cut off my toes than talk about that with you!” Max didn’t want to even talk about puberty with her mom. She grunted loudly at the door and whipped it open. “I can’t stop picturing your butt!” She groped before running out the door.

“Yeah, well serves you right for not knocking!” Billy shouted back while you shook your head in one hand on his bed.

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imagineaworlds · 7 years ago

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Personal Bodyguard--Billy Hargrove

Written By @rune-of-a-writer / @hellimagines

Request: “Can u do a billy imagine where she and billy reunite and Dustin, max and co. See and max also reunites because everyone loves max. But the rest are surprised to see dat billy is actually has some emotions. Like mabey in front of the arcade where billy picks up max. If u can do it I would appreciate it v v much! Have a nice day/evening love!❤️❤️✨✨”

Warnings: cursing (at this point this is just a given in my writing, like honestly. I’m sorry)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Summary: You work at the local arcade, and your usual band of middle-school customers find out who your Personal Body Guard is.

Word Count: 1,318

A/N: I do NOT own the gif, credit goes to the owner. I hope this is what you asked for, and it’s okay!

You had the closing shift at The Palace, Hawkin’s local arcade. It closed at 11, and almost every night ended with you practically kicking out five 13 year olds. You didn’t mind, they were sweet and hilarious, and on nights when you didn’t have homework or a date with your boyfriend, you’d let them stay an extra fifteen minutes.

“Alright you guys, it’s 11:15,” you called out across the arcade, snickering when you heard a chorus of groans and one of your machines receiving a blow from a shoe no doubt. “I know, I know. I’m a horrible staff employee. You can write me up tomorrow afternoon,” you sighed dramatically, walking through the counter and allowing the bar to slam shut behind you. Mike, Will, Dustin, Lucas and Max walked around the corner of the Q*bert game machine, looking thoroughly dejected.

“Come on, (Y/N)!” Mike whined, coming to stand directly in front of you. “Please let us stay for fifteen more minutes! We’ll… we’ll… we’ll get Keith to leave you alone! We know how much he bothers you!” Mike offered, smiling up at you in hopes his offer would work. You laughed and shook your head.

“No thanks, lil’ man. If Keith crosses a line, I have my personal bodyguard to take care of him,” you joked, leaning against the Q*bert machine with your arms crosses. You saw Dustin’s face fall, a sorrowful look coming over it.

“What? You mean you have a boyfriend?” he whined, standing beside Mike and looking up at you as well. They looked like little puppies.

“Indeed I do, curls.”

“Man, I really thought these pearls would work this time! I was positive of it!” he whimpered, looking defeated. He didn’t even bother purring at you to prove a point, either. Your eyes widened, and you bit your lip to try and hold back a smile at how adorable he looked.

“Aw, Dustin,” you cooed, ruffling his curls. “You’ll always be my best man,” you saw his eyes light up, “but not if you brats don’t get out.”

“(Y/N), come on!” Lucas yelled, as you began shooing them out of the store and towards the door. “You’re like, our favorite person, ever. Have we ever told you that?”

“Yeah!” Max chimed in, whipping her head around to look at you. Her ginger hair whipped you in the face, and you spluttered to get pieces of it out of your mouth. “You’re the coolest person in Hawkins! In Indiana! And that’s saying something, coming from me.”

“I’m sure it is, Mad Max,” you laughed, a teasing tone in your voice at the nickname. “But not tonight I’m not. I know Will over here as a curfew that he’s already past,” you raised an eyebrow at the quiet boy who diverted his eyes, “and I’m tired as hell. High school? Not easy, guys.”

“We’re not saying it is!” Mike yelled as you finally got them, and yourself, out the door. You turned around to lock it, chuckling as they continued their attempt at persuasion.

“Yeah, high school is horrible! Terrible, despicable, the epitome of a nightmare,” Lucas agreed, throwing his back against the doors so he could look up at you. “So wouldn’t you want to relax with us, play some video games for a few hours?”

“I have played the games in there so many times, that I have calluses and blisters on my fingers and palms,” you laughed again, shaking your head.

“Shit!” Max suddenly cursed out loudly.

“Language!” you yelled back unconsciously. You paused, realizing you went into mom mode.

“God, I forgot about Billy,” she moaned, swiping her skateboard from the side of the building. Your eyes widened and you whipped around, spotting the familiar blue Camaro.

“Wait, how do you know Billy?” you questioned, watching as the car pulled up in front of you guys. Lucas stood behind you, his arms crossed across his chest, with Mike and Dustin walking in front of him. Will stood to your side, unsure of what to do.

“He’s my annoying step-brother,” she sighed, waiting for the car to come to a stop.

“You’re ‘that annoying little shit’ he’s always talking about?” you cried, your eyes wide in shock. You had always heard the two talk about one another, never with names. And both described the other as horrible and the bane of their existence.

“Yeah, probably,” she mumbled, without thinking. But then she stopped, and turned to you. “Wait… how would you know that?”

“Because that ‘asshole, psychotic dick with anger managment problems’,” you said, quoting the kids from various conversations, “Is my personal body guard.”

“He’s your boyfriend?” Dustin yelled, and your face heated up when you saw Billy’s head snap towards you guys. His eyes widened, bigger than yours, when he noticed you among the kids. A quiet ‘oh fuck’ left his mouth, the two of you staring at eachother, frozen in shock.

A sudden shove against your side broke your trance, and you watched in horror as Mike marched over to Billy’s car. Dustin and Lucas’ hands shot out, trying to grip onto his blue jacket and pull him back, but they missed. Max stood on the sidewalk, next to the car, watching him approach the passenger window.

“Now you listen here, Hargrove,” Mike spit out, leaning his upper body through the open window. You ran forward, attempting to stop any damage that could be done. Billy didn’t like his car being touched. “You see this girl here? This really nice girl? She’s our friend. And if you hurt another one of our friends, we’ll hurt you,” he threatened, and you stopped mid-jog to the car.

Did this 5’7 thirteen year-old, just threaten your 5’11 seventeen year-old boyfriend, with I.E.D issues? Did he… Did he really? Your teeth clamped down on your lips, holding back a laugh in order to give Mike a confidence boost. Billy eyed the smaller boy slowly, debating on what to do. Finally, he took the glowing cigarette out of his mouth, and flicked it out the window.

“You’ve done it now, Wheeler,” Will whispered.

Billy got out of the car, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. Mike ducked back out of the window, stumbling backwards and into the safety of his huddled friends. Dustin gripped onto the hood of his jacket, making sure he wouldn’t run off again. Walking around the front of the car, Billy came to stand in front of you.

“Hey there, handsome. Fancy seeing you here,” you grinned instantly, unable to help yourself. He had a loose jean jacket on, over a red silk shirt. You’d stolen so many of those things, you were surprised he had any left at this point. Max mad a gagging noise when Billy smirked down at you, his hand snaking around your waist.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he hummed, pulling your body up so he could kiss you. It was gentle, unlike his usual public displays of affection. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, with the arcade keys dangling off your fingertip. When he pulled away, he pulled you into his side and looked over at Mike and the others. “I’m not gonna hurt her, twerp. Promise.”

“You better not. We have back up,” Dustin threatened. Their backup involved breaking into Steve’s trunk and getting his bat, but it was still backup. Billy nodded his head, without saying anything. Your hands rested on his chest, your fingers curled around his necklace. His hand rested on your hip, gently rubbing a patch of bare skin while the other was in his jacket pocket.

“The way you talk about your girlfriend all the time, I should’ve guessed it was (Y/N),” Max sighed, shoving Billy away from the passenger door and climbing in. “Nobody else has that amount of patience to deal with you.”

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staticscreenwriting · 7 years ago

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Like a telegraph to your soul - Billy Hargrove

Synopsis: Billy left without a goodbye and (Y/N) isn’t missing him. Not at all.

Inspiration: Missing You - John Waite (actually the Tyler Hilton Version but whatever).

A/N: I don’t agree with Billy’s actions but I he is a fictional character after all. Please don’t hate on people writing about him. It’s harmless in most cases. Okay, bye. (If you want part 2 let me know, I guess)

Billy Idol’s “Eyes without a face” is playing quietly from the stereo in the corner of her room, as (Y/N) sits by her window, legs tugged to her chest, the book she was supposed to be reading for english class resting on her knees, completely forgotten about by now.

Her mind is far too occupied with the snowflakes falling outside, fast and wild like the beginning of a snow storm. And really, she thinks, it’s ironic that she’s sitting here now listening to Billy Idol of all things while watching the snow fall. Almost exactly a year ago she’d been doing the same thing only she hadn’t been alone then and her heart has hadn’t been frozen solid to a piece of metaphorical ice yet. She’d been happy then, actually happy.

And it’s not like she’s missing him, it’s just that the way he left, was quite frankly a bit shit.

But she’s not missing him.

And even when she buries herself deeper into the big sweater she’s wearing, and when she catches a whiff of his cologne that still lingers in the fabric, she’s not missing him.

She wonders where he’s at now, if he watches the snow fall and thinks of her too. She wonders if thinking of her makes him catch his breath, like it does to her whenever she as much glances at the package of cigarettes he left on her nightstand the night before he left.

But he’s probably miles away now. Probably somewhere sunny and warm. The cold was never something he’d been particularly fond of during the time he’d spent in Hawkins.

Maybe that’s why he left.

Either way, she’s not missing him.

At all.

The students are restless, it’s almost winter break and everyone is more than ready for it. There’s a static in the air that’s palpable from miles away. It’s partially a remnant of the snow storm that swept over the town and partially the lingering excitement for the holidays.

(Y/N) is walking down the halls of Hawkins High, hurrying from her algebra class to her english class, as she passes the trophy showcase. There’s a bunch of guys huddled together looking at the shiny medallions and the leaderboard with the shiny golden plaques.

“ If Hargrove hadn’t off and bolted on us he would’ve kicked Harrington’s ass off of that leaderboard in no time. “

“ Dam right. That guy was a beast. “

….

“ He kinda scared me. “

“ Me too. “

(Y/N) can’t help the smile that’s spreading on her lips. That’s what always happens when she catches his name in conversations. It’s nice to know she’s not the only one that’s thinking about him. Really she doubts that anyone spends quite as much time thinking about him as she does but still, it’s nice to know he’s left a mark in this town.

Even if she wishes it had been a more positive one.

It’s nice to know he’s being missed.

Not that she’s missing him but someone is. Surely.

“ You know, for someone who claims you’re not missing him you sure do talk a lot about him still. “

Nancy is right. (Y/N) IS still talking about him a whole lot and she’s thinking about him a lot and it’S driving her crazy. It’s driving her wild. But that’s what people do when they get their heart broken right ? They talk about it, because that’s making it easier. It’s surely isn’t because she’s missing him. She’s not.

“ I’m not. I just … he just left, no reason, no explanation, no goodbye. Sometimes It feels like what we had didn’t even really happen. Talking about it makes me remember, makes it real somehow. “

“ (Y/N) “ Nancy exclaims and stopps in her way. The snow is still falling, snowflakes tangled in the hair of the two girls who had foolishly decide walking home from school was a good idea.

“ Hm ? “

“ What you and Billy had was real. I don’t quite get it because he seemed like a massive Butthead to me, but it made you happy and you guys seemed to be …. in love. He definitely was more approachable since you started dating. And it’s okay to be sad and upset that he left you. He broke your heart. And it’s okay to miss him, even if he hurt you. You can allow yourself to miss him. “

(Y/N) takes a deep breath as if somehow the oxygen is gonna clear her mind and fix her heart and put all the thoughts in place that are running through her head.

“ I know it’s just, I … Sometimes I call him. I mean he’s not there I know, but I still call. His dad and Susann aren’t home during the day and Max has stopped picking up. I think she feels sorry for me. One time I cried to her on the phone, poor thing didn’t know what to do and I felt so bad I cried even harder. Nance, I don’t really know how to handle any of this. Every time I call my heart is breaking a little more with every ring.”

If there is one thing Nancy Wheeler doesn’t really know how to deal with, it’s relationship problems. All of her own relationships had formed and ended in a very organic way with really not too many hard feelings on either end but that’s not something she wants to let her friend know. It kinda would feel like bragging.

So she does what every smart person would do in a situation like that. She quotes one of the cross stitch decor pieces that adorned her grandmother’s kitchen walls.

“ You know, sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.”

“ Yeah … maybe. But for the record, I’m not missing him. “

“ Sure. Whatever you say. “

As soon as (Y/N) steps through her front door her eyes immediately snap over to the answering machine.

The little red light is flashing and her heart drops to her stomach like a stone down a well. It’s almost as if the light is mocking her. She knows it’s not him, he hasn’t called, not once. It’s probably mom calling to say her shift at the hospital is running later and to warm up the leftover casserole from last night. Or dad who just wants to let her know that he’s going away for christmas this year and that he won’t be able to spend any time with her but that he’ll make it up to her, promise.

She knows it’s not Billy but yet there’s that tiny spark of hope that she hadn’t been able to extinguish entirely. And that spark whispers soft words of encouragement to her that maybe, just maybe, this time it’s him. That this time she gets to hear his voice and he’s going to explain why he left and maybe shut up the intrusive thoughts that plague her, the ones that tell her that it was all her fault.

With a shaky hand she presses the button, excitement and anxiety creating a bubbling cocktail inside of her.

There’s a beep and then nothing for a moment and then

“... hi bug, it’s me— dad. I just wanted to let you know — “ she presses the button again because for one she doesn’t really care what excuse her dad has come up with this time, she’s heard it all before. And then there’s also the fact that she’s suddenly overcome with a sadness that makes her throat tighten and her ears ring and it’s hard to focus on anything else but her heart breaking more and more.

The tears start gathering in her eyes, threatening to flow down her face any second. (Y/N) wants doesn’t want to feel like this, be like this. Sad and broken and unable to function like a proper young adult should. But right in that moment she knows she has to accept defeat, because it surely looks like she’s losing this fight.

She’s become this desperate for a sign that he hasn’t forgotten about her, that a voice mail that isn’t him, make her break down in the middle of her hallway. And god does she hate it. (Y/N) wonders if that’s what Billy feels like.

And it’s not like she’s missing him, it’s just hard to go from being so loved to being so alone in the matter of a night.

There’s a knock at the front door that she barely registers until it turns into a more demanding pound. If she didn’t know her mom any better she probably would’ve been a bit weary of opening the door to that kind of knocking but mom was a clutterbrain and forgot her keys more often than not so this wasn’t to uncommon of an occurrence at the (Y/L/N) household.

“ Hi mom, forgot your keys again ? “ she says as she swings open the door and wipes away the tears that had managed to escape from her eyes.

But it’s not mom.

He’s standing there like a young god, with his face as gorgeous as she remembers and his eyes blue like the brightest august skies and his stupid hair that she hates so much but loves even more. He’s standing there on her doorstep after vanishing for months and he has the decency to smile.

“Hi.”

(Y/N) wants to shut the door in his face, make him feel as rejected as he made her feel when he just up and left. But she doesn’t.

“ Hi? No, don’t do that. You don’t get to do that”

“(Y/N)—”

“ No, shut up! Billy you don’t get to ‘hi’ me after you just disappeared for months. You could’ve been dead for all I knew. You didn’t even say goodbye. “

She’s yelling now. Probably crying too. But (Y/N) doesn’t care at this point. She’d been keeping it all bottled up inside for such a long time it’s all crashing out of her now like a tidal wave of heartbreak and anger.

“ It got so bad (Y/N), at home I mean. My dad— I couldn’t stay I had to leave. I’m so sorry I didn’t say goodbye but I— I just couldn’t.”

“ I know It was bad at home but I told you times and times again that you are welcome to stay with us. Mom is at work more than she’s home. It would’ve been okay for you to stay as long as you needed. “

“ But it’s my issues (Y/N), my problems “ Billy exclaims, touching his chest. Doesn’t seem like he’s learned how to properly button his shirts in the time he’s been away. “ I didn’t want to put them on your back. They’re not your fights to fight. “

“ That’s what people do, Billy! You help the ones you care about even if it’s not your own fight you still fight alongside them because that’s what you do when you love someone. “

“ Look, I don’t know how to do that shit. Relationships and that stuff. But I was trying, for you, okay ? You told me to walk away whenever I feel like unloading my anger on other people so that’s what I did. “

“ I didn’t mean disappear to god knows where.” It was frustrating because she could understand where he was coming from and yet she just wanted to punch his pretty face over and over for being so incredibly stupid.

“ Well I’m sorry. I am, but I did what I thought would be best for all of us. I would’ve hurt someone otherwise and I didn’t want that to be you… or Max. But I’m sorry if I hurt you anyway. I’m sorry, and you know I don’t say that shit often but I mean it. I missed you “

Well good for hi, she thought. She didn’t miss him at all. Not a single bit.

“ I didn’t! “

“ Didn’t what ? “

“ Miss you “

“ … oh “ he looked deflated, focusing on the wooden porch underneath his feet and biting his lip. “ okay. “

“ Yeah. I mean I spent most of my time thinking about you and it was driving me wild. I was constantly waiting for calls. I was just waiting for people to mention you so I could talk about you. I slept in your shirts, listened to your favorite bands, I even bought myself an AC/DC record even though I fucking hate AC/DC but you like them and I thought maybe it would bring you back, which is stupid I know. But I didn’t miss you. I felt like part of me was gone and my heart was only half a heart since you left, but I wasn’t missing you. No even a little. Not even at all.”

“ (Y/N)? “

“ What ? “

“ That’s what missing someone feels like. “

And just like that everything fell into place.

Maybe she had been missing him.

Maybe a lot.

#Billy Hargrove imagine #dacre montgomery imagine #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fanfiction #dacre montgomery fanfic #dacre montgomery fanfiction #there you go idk what else to tag this with :D

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edgy-fluffball · 7 years ago

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Lollipop

This is part of @flippyspoon‘s card prompt challenge. I drew 7 of Spades – Smut with candy OR Tiger beat Magazine, 10 – Max as third character, and Jack of Hearts – Bradley’s Big Buy as setting.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12953730

Billy had learned a lot of lessons throughout his seventeen years on planet Earth. He had learned that humans could fly into space and walk on the moon, that there were nine planets and that he should never talk back at his father. He had learned about science, technology, literature, and the ways his father thought. Getting into his thoughts and understandings, however, was something harder than understanding physics or the way molecules worked. He had settled with doing what his father wanted, acting up in ways he would not be able to track. If that meant for him to take his sweet time at Bradley’s Big Buy picking up the groceries and housewares for Neil and Susan so be it. They had given him an actual list to check he got everything, like he was a child.

Billy threw a packet of Capri Sun into the basket he was holding, onto the canned peaches and frozen spinach Susan had asked for. He checked his list again, making a grab for flour and sugar in passing, nearly sweeping a few more packs off the shelf. The only consolation for the demeaning position he was in, being Susan’s personal shopper and all that, remained the silent rebellion he carried out by taking a lot of time to grab each item and place it in his basket, strolling up and down the aisles, looking at the display in each one and furiously staring down every Hawkins housewife unlucky enough to cross him in the shop.

Knowing what the alternative outcome for his afternoon could have been did not lift his mood, knowing he could have spent the afternoon in the place he wanted to be the most.

Billy turned the next corner with the last item on his list in hand and could, just by a narrow margin, avoid running somebody over. He sidestepped and hit his shoulder on the spice rack, hissing out in pain and almost dropping the shopping basket.

‘Dude, watch it,’ he growled and adjusted his shirt carefully.

When he looked up he met big brown eyes looking straight back at him, fluffy hair gleaming in the fluorescent light of the store lamps, and full lips wrapped around a lollipop.

‘Harrington,’ Billy choked out and set the basket down, running the empty hand through his hair and licking his lips, ‘What are you doing here?’

Steve pulled the lollipop out of his mouth with a pop and looked him up and down.

‘Shopping. I was short on candy,’ he grinned, ‘What about you, Hargrove? Getting in touch with your inner little girl?’

Billy looked down at his hand that still held the magazine Susan had asked him to pick up. He had guessed she wanted to get Max to behave girlier, now he stood in the middle of the store with the newest “tiger beat magazine” in his hand and no idea about how to respond to Steve Harrington standing in front of him.

‘I’m – I’m – that’s for Max,’ he muttered and stuffed the magazine in the shopping basket.

‘Sure it is,’ Steve grinned and put the lollipop back in his mouth, sucking on it hard.

Billy swallowed and tried to look anywhere but at Steve’s lips moving around the stick.

‘Harrington, you gotta stop,’ he said hoarsely, ‘You can’t do that, not here, right now, I gotta –‘

Steve stepped closer to him, crowding into his space, ‘You have to know that I got stood up today so I have a lot of time to kill.’

‘You did? Boohoo, can you feel my pity for you? I have to get this done and the stuff home, otherwise I won’t have the means to pity you anymore.’

Billy tried to get past Steve, who now crossed his arms over his chest.

‘You just have to get that stuff home?’ he asked and looked into the basket at their feet, ‘Does that fit into a backpack?’

‘Yes,’ Billy answered after a moment.

‘Will your parents be home before tonight?’

‘No,’ Billy smirked.

Steve took the lollipop out of his mouth again, tapped it against his lips before licking them.

‘Go pay,’ he said and shoved the lollipop in-between Billy’s lips.

Billy grabbed the basket and darted towards the till. It took him two minutes to pay – after shoving an elderly man aside – staring angrily at the cashier for taking too long to hand him the groceries.

He ran to his car in the parking lot and all but jumped into the driver’s seat.

‘You need to skate,’ he pressed out, handing the shopping to Max in the passenger seat.

His step-sister looked at him as if he’d just announced he was going to become an astronaut after all.

‘What? Why?’ she frowned, ‘I thought Neil –‘

‘They won’t be back until dinner, brat, come on!’

‘What happened in there? You look…flushed.’

‘Listen, wiseass,’ Billy said through his teeth, ‘You get yourself home right now! I gotta do something and I can’t really have you hang out here on your own!’

‘You’re weird,’ Max sighed and looked into the shopping bag, frowning when she saw the magazine, ‘Now the only thing left for you to do is telling me what you’re going to do.’

Billy massaged his temples and hit the steering wheel.

‘Fine, I met Steve in there,’ he said, admitting defeat and closing his eyes, rubbing them.

A door closing let him look up again, just in time to see Max jumping onto her skateboard, shopping bag in hands. Billy checked himself in the rearview mirror, wrapping one of his curls around his finger to shove it into place and licking his lips. He reached into the glovebox, pulling out a chapstick he kept there for emergencies, and this situation was, without doubt, an emergency.

Once he was convinced his lips would not scrub off Steve’s skin he got out of the car and crossed the parking lot, steering clear of the Big Buy and walking around the corner.

Ever since they had started dating they had been sneaking moments with each other, in the gym, in the backseat of one of their cars or at the quarry. It seemed just natural for them to look for each other everywhere and use every possibility they got to see each other.

Billy sucked on the lollipop in his mouth absentmindedly, running his hand through his hair.

‘Steve?’ he asked, laughing at himself internally for sounding like a little girl running after her first boyfriend, ‘Dude, I swear, if you got me all worked up and disappeared –‘

A flash of tight jeans and preppy polo shirt jumped at him, clinging to his neck and wrapping his legs around Billy’s waist. He stumbled, barely keeping himself and Steve upright. There were fingers in his hair and lips on the side of his neck, a nose nudging the lollipop stick poking out of the corner of his mouth.

‘You know you’re both too tall and too heavy for me to carry you, right?’ Billy mumbled into Steve’s hair.

He could feel Steve’s face heat up against his cheek. All of a sudden his big baby of a boyfriend slid down his side and came to stand in front of him.

‘You still got my lollipop,’ he smirked.

Billy took the stick out of his mouth and looked at Steve, standing there with his pupils dilated and his breathing slightly erratic.

‘Well, well, Harrington – what do we have here? Did you start without me, pretty boy?’ Billy asked close to Steve’s ear, making his boyfriend shiver in his arms.

‘Billy,’ Steve mumbled against him, ‘Don’t do that to me! I know you don’t have a lot of time, I know you’re risking your fucking health by being with me and I love you for that but I swear to God, Billy, if you leave me hanging right now I will haunt you in your dreams!’

‘You say the sweetest things,’ Billy said and pressed his lips against Steve’s, ‘but now I really need you to shut up!’

‘Why?’ Steve breathed out.

‘Because you running off at the mouth will make it so much harder to kiss you, pretty boy.’

Billy lifted his boyfriend up and carried him further into the back alley only to set him down and pin him to the wall. Steve tangled his fingers in Billy’s hair and pulled his head closer to kiss him greedily. Billy let out a long-drawn-out groan against Steve, slid his leg in-between Steve’s knees, and pushed them apart. He knew his boyfriend well enough to know that Steve’s immediate reaction would be to seek out the spot where he would obtain the most friction. He started rubbing up against Billy’s thigh, staring into his eyes and biting his lip.

‘You’re killing me,’ Billy huffed out, bringing their bodies closer together and snaking his arms around Steve’s waist, ‘You’re actually killing me, pretty boy.’

Steve moaned and let his head fall against Billy’s shoulder, still moving his hips against his leg.

Kissing Steve’s lollipop stained lips made Billy dizzy, he pressed into his mouth and inhaled the sweetness left there. Steve grabbed a handful of his shirt to move him into the way he wanted him, rolling his hips against Billy’s leg, rubbing against him and nipping at his collar bone.

‘Kissing not enough for you?’ Billy asked quietly, voice huskier than intended.

‘Never enough when I’m with you,’ he got for a breathless answer as Steve seemingly tried to attach himself to Billy’s neck.

Well, two could play this game.

Billy rolled his hips tentatively, taking Steve’s breath away and causing him to wheeze.

‘Oh fuck, Billy,’ he panted and clawed at Billy’s back, ‘do that again!’

‘As my princess commands,’ Billy answered, nibbling at Steve’s ear, ‘What do you say, I get you off here and you return the favour tonight at your place? I got something really nice in mind for you to do for me.’

The sound Steve let out was like music to Billy’s ears. He knew the meaning of the soft ‘oh’ and what happened when he let it out, he felt Steve buck against his hold and his head fall onto his shoulder. His breathing was laboured and erratic, his neck glistening with sweat and Billy could feel his boyfriend going limp in his arms.

‘Are you kidding me, pretty boy? You come undone with nothing but the promise of what I let you do later?’ he kissed his boyfriend’s cheek softly, ‘You amaze me, Steve.’

Billy had learned a lot of lessons throughout his seventeen years on planet Earth. On this warm spring day he learned that he had a power over Steve Harrington that would have scared him if it wasn’t for the power Steve had over him. And if he asked his boyfriend to maybe buy lollipops more often later that night after a blissful couple of hours it was just for him to know just how much he liked to taste Steve’s sugary lips.

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