#billy hargrove x daisy way

[sadhours]

blue sunday

chapter two

billy hargrove x fem!oc (daisy way)

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cw: 18+, minors dni, smut, nipple play, p in v, unprotected, talk about babies

summary: the day after the first night Daisy spends in her new home with her new husband.

She hit the jackpot. He’s got a job, he’s got a sick ass car and he owns a house. Trailer. Whatever. It’s better than the fucking Starlite Motel. He’s the hottest man she’s seen in this shit town— Hell, he’s the hottest man she’s seen, ever. So maybe she manipulated the situation to get what she wanted. She doesn’t care. Daisy feels the same magnetic pull Billy does, she feels justified in using her body to get here.

Billy’s trailer is tidy. Not like a clean freak tidy, but like he doesn’t spend all that much time here. He barely has belongings. There’s furniture. A used and abused couch, definitely owned by cat people before Billy got his hands on it. Daisy thinks he might’ve found it on the side of the road. A coffee table from the 60’s, with rings and stains on it. It’s covered in papers and receipts and empty cigarette packs. Two big glass ashtrays and several empty beer cans. His room is interesting. A mattress on the floor, sheets that used to be white but have been tinged yellow by sweat and a big, scratchy brown blanket. The closet has plenty of room for Daisy’s clothes and Billy helped put them in there.

Helped is a stretch, considering that Daisy just sat on the bed and admired him as he did all the work. Because holy fuck, is he gorgeous. Dirty blonde mullet that’s outgrown but he has curls and he obviously takes pride in them but hasn’t bothered to get a haircut in a while. Daisy likes it, though. He was wearing a white muscle tee and denim jeans that he cut into very short shorts. She stared at his thighs until she couldn’t help herself. Crawled over to him and sucked his cock as he leant against the doorframe of the closet.

Billy is the prettiest man Daisy’s ever been with. And she’s been with a lot of men. She did have to have an awkward conversation about how she made money. But it wasn’t as bad as he thought. Daisy’s a stripper. Or was, until she was fired for fighting a particularly drunk patron who grabbed her ankle while she was on stage. Daisy’s got a mean left hook and broke the fuckers nose. He deserved it. But now she has no income.

Her new husband told her not to worry, he’ll take care of her. Daisy’s pretty certain he was relieved she wasn’t a prostitute and he did ask for a lap dance. Which she owes him.

The first night sleeping next to him was so exciting that they barely got any sleep before Billy had to wake up at five to get ready for work. Then Daisy slept the day away.

“Baby,” she hears, warm and deep against her ear as she feels a large hand on her hip.

As she blinks awake, she’s met with a dirty Billy. His shirt is covered in dirt, his curls not as defined and he reeks of sweat. An incredibly arousing smell that has her gripping his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

“Fuck, you smell good,” she mumbles into it.

Billy laughs, it feels good and lovely against her mouth and she’s spreading her legs under the covers, “I fucking reek. I need a shower.”

“You need to fuck me,” Daisy challenges, kicking the blankets off her legs.

“Do I?” he asks, raising an eyebrow and he has that stupid and gorgeous smirk on his face.

“We both need it,” she insists, pulling him on top of her.

They don’t even undress, just enough shuffling to get Billy’s cock out and Daisy’s pussy exposed. He still has his work boots on, dirtying up the sheets as he slips his cock into her. They’re like animals in heat. It’s a bit ridiculous. But he ruts into her like he’s earned it and Daisy’s wrapping her legs around his waist and begging for it.

“Fuck,” Billy curses, face so close to Daisy’s she can feel his scruff against her cheek.

“Yeah, fuck me, fuck me, daddy,” she whines, pulling on his dirty hair, “Feels so good…”

“You always want it,” he mumbles, “You’re like a fucking dream…”

Daisy nods, “Need it… need you all the time, give it to me.”

Billy holds her thighs up, pounding into her relentlessly, “You take it so good… such a good girl for me.”

She feels feral for him, in a way she’s never felt for another person. Maybe their relationship is completely built on sex, hell it’s so new but she doesn’t care. All she knows is she wants Billy. And she’ll do anything to keep him. The chemistry is heavy though. He’s easy to be around, she knows if she wasn’t asleep the whole time she would’ve missed him like crazy and they just met. And he’s her fucking husband. That realization has her tightening around him and crazy enough, she’s close to cumming. At the simple thought that this sexy man is her husband.

“I’m gonna cum,” she confesses, “I’m gonna fucking cum, don’t stop!”

Billy pistons his hips, driving his cock deeper into her. Over and over until she’s screaming and melting on his cock. It’s delicious. But Daisy’s insatiable with Billy. Doesn’t want this to end. Billy does good, doesn’t explode the second she does so she gets to hold onto it for longer. Clutching onto him desperately as she revels in the feeling of pure ecstasy he gives her. Reaches up and tweaks her own nipple to draw the orgasm out longer. Her legs are shaking the longer it goes on until Billy huffs, flips them over so she’s straddling him and he grabs her hips.

“What? D’ya get tired?” Daisy teases as she grinds down on him, eyes threatening to roll back as the tip of his cock brushes over her sensitive spot.

Billy rolls his own eyes, a smirk playing at his pretty pink lips as he replies, “I was just building a fucking house for eight hours and you slept all day. Think it’s only fair if you do some of the work. Get your workout in. Make me cum.”

Well, she can’t exactly argue with that. Daisy bounces up and down, her legs burn from earlier though. The way he had them pinned up wasn’t the most comfortable position but he’s given her a challenge. And Daisy doesn’t shy away from those.

She works for it, mouth hanging open in concentration as she rides Billy. His mouth mirrors hers, open for a different reason though. She places her hands on his chest, using the leverage to bounce a little higher and a lot harder. But while her hands are there, her pinky swipes against Billy’s perked nipple and he gasps, his hips jerking up from the sensation and Daisy’s eyes widen, her plush lips quirking up into a shiteating grin.

“Oh,” is all she says before pushing his dirty shirt up over his pecks. Daisy lightly grazes her thumbs over his nipples and a beautiful moan tumbles from Billy’s lips. She keeps on, moving her thumbs in circles and occasionally pinching his nipples as she rides him all slow and deliberate.

“Faster,” he grunts, “so close.”

“Wanna feel you fill me up,” she tells him, voice all breathy as she picks up the pace and keeps toying with his hard nipples. With each drag of his pulsing cock against her walls, Daisy feels herself ramping up towards a second orgasm. Which is insane to her. It’s rare to cum once, it’s unheard of to cum twice and this fucker makes it happen almost every single time.

And it’s like he knows or something, because he moves his hand from her hip down to her cunt and presses his thumb on her aching clit. It sends shockwaves all over Daisy’s body and he laughs as she bends forward a little bit. She lets him have it, though. Works her hips faster and harder even though her thighs are screaming at her to slow down. Billy’s thumb moves in quick circles and Daisy’s a goner. Her hands grab onto Billy’s pecks, nails scratching at her warm, tanned skin as she writhes against him. A string of moans falling from her lips as she’s washed in a second wave of ecstasy. Then Billy’s grabbing her hips again, holding her steady as he thrusts up into her, hard and fast. And he finishes, filling Daisy up as they both go limp, clutching onto each other and panting heavily.

“I think I like you,” Billy mumbles against her temple after a beat, his thick fingers squeezing her bum.

Daisy giggles and rubs her face against his, “Good. ‘Cause you’re stuck with me.”

“I like being stuck to you,” he replies easily, thrusts his hips up weakly for emphasis but Daisy can feel him softening quickly inside of her and she has to push away the insecurity that brings. They literally just had sex, she knows she’s being dramatic. Billy spanks her butt softly and says, “How’s about you go start us a shower. I’m gonna throw these sheets in the wash.”

“Whatever you want, daddy,” she kisses his cheek before lifting herself off of him. She feels his cum leaking down her thighs as she walks to the bathroom, leaning into the shower to turn the faucet on. Waits a bit with her fingers under the stream to feel the temperature before she sits on the toilet, using toilet paper to wipe up the mess on her thighs as she waits for the rest of it to drip out.

By the time Billy makes his way into the bathroom, Daisy’s under the spray of the shower. He strips and enters behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. Lips against her ear he asks, “So what do you think? It ain’t so bad here, yeah?”

“So far,” she teases, turning to catch his lips in a kiss. One that turns heated quickly and Billy pulls away laughing.

“My dicks gonna fall off at the rate we keep going,” he tells her.

“Ooh, wouldn’t want that. It’s one of your best assets,” Daisy replies and turns back towards the spray of water, wetting her hair and then switching spots with Billy so he can wet his. She reaches for the shampoo, squirting a bit in her palm before setting it back down and lathering her hair up.

“Speaking of that… you on the pill?” Billy asks, eyes closed under the water.

Yeah… about that.

��No,” she says softly.

“Well, shit,” he huffs as they swap places.

As Daisy rinses out her hair, she offers, “The trailer is three bedrooms…”

“Should we really jump into having kids, though?”

“You don’t want kids?” Daisy asks, watching as Billy thoroughly shampoos his hair. They swap again.

“Hadn’t ever really thought about it,” he says, eyes closed again as he rinses. Daisy’s eyes wander down his chest and stomach. She thinks he’d look really cute with his belly button pierced. “I mean, I’m open to it, but that’s moving pretty damn fast.”

“We’re married.”

Billy opens one eye to look at Daisy. He smiles though. Finishes washing his hair out and again they swap.

“I think I should buy some condoms,” he says as he coats his curly ends with a conditioner and then reaches for the body wash.

“I hate condoms,” Daisy whines, “they smell so bad and they’re just icky.”

Billy cackles at that, starts lathering Daisy up in body wash when he says, “You sound like a man.”

“Oh and you love them?” Daisy raises an eyebrow.

“God, no,” Billy makes a face of disgust but steadies it quick, “We just… probably should be safe. For now, at least. I mean, fuck, Daisy, we don’t even know each other.”

Daisy swaps places with him, runs her hands up and down his chiseled body and says in a seductive tone, “I know I can’t ever give up this gorgeous body.”

“We should make sure this’ll stick before we go making babies,” Billy tells her.

“And how do you suppose we do that?”

“Get to know each other. We’re starting tonight. I’m taking you out,” Billy smiles all big and pretty at her.

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[scentedpepper]

Attempted Vehicular Manslaughter

BILLY HARGROVE X MALE READER

Summary: Max Mayfield hosts a pool party.

Content Warnings: Use of the F-slur, Use of Queer in a derogatory manner, Injuries, Verbal Abuse, Abusive Household Dynamics, Reader makes a 'if I wanna kms' joke

Other Pairings: Nancy Wheeler x Male Reader, Jonathan Byers x Male Reader, Max Mayfeild x Male Reader, Mike Wheeler x Male Reader

AUTHOR NOTE(S):

Oh brother we got a chatterbox

Had a dream about this ya'll

Readers a little sassy

Reader has a little brother

Reader has a bit of savior complex

Readers also kinda impulsive?

It's 3 am

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The grass was rough and patchy in the backyard, filled to the brim with wilted daisies and weeds crawling through the sprinklers. It was hardly worth a note of much consideration, as there had been nothing of great importance to discuss. There were many trees boarding the house. Pine or oak, maybe. And one dying cherry tree that was a stand alone in the yard. That was about the extent of anything substantial past the old silver fence that matched your shoes.

Nearest the house, under the shade, were several lawn chairs designated for the so-called "chaperones". The older brothers and sisters of the tweens. But really, it was nothing more than a cover-up.

Something to appease the parents' of the Hargrove house because Max knew it was odd to be friends with a group of kids the same age as her brother. Even her mother, who'd tried to remain impartial to any situation, narrowed her eyes and shifted her purse tighter when the suggestion of more than a couple 17 year old's parading around her house came.

Your mom was just happy you got along, let alone made some real friends outside the books, and encouraged the notion. More parental control, she reasoned. Less chances you were off with someone who intended on trouble.

Of course, all the shit about fighting monsters and being on the brink of death with these same friends wasn't factored in.

But no one besides them and the sheriff's deputy needed to know that.

The first time you had met the kids was, admittedly, what one would refer to as a kerfuffle. Riled up and trying to be dominant. Of course, because Billy was there, it spiraled even farther, and someone's head nearly got bashed into a rock.

That someone being you of obviously, after you'd been goaded into the fight and decided to step up. And boy, did Billy hate to lose. Hated being talked down to by a smaller kid who barely had pimples left on his face, let alone bulk.

You put up a good fight. You had a mean hit, especially the lick you gifted to Billy's chest, knocking the wind out of him when it connected. There was a bruise on his ribcage for days after and all the satisfaction he could possibly imagine at knowing it was from you.

But then he nearly killed you so, things turned sour rather quickly.

Which led to a rather impromptu welcome into the group of misfits, the lot of them. Unannounced and unexpected, you marched into the party after your small break down. Ready to be let in and accepted.

Finding out about the Upside Down was a mere accident.

You hadn't gone out of your way to befriend a group of children. Hadn't expected much in regards to friendship period even after getting your ass kicked by Billy Hargrove. Let alone a lifetime, one built from the shared experience of the horrors that lurk just underneath town, attached to one particular boy of the group.

But here you were. Standing in the backyard of Max's home like an idiot with the sun bearing down at your back. The late summer day nearly reached over 100 degrees as the clock neared the noon hour. Something you might have missed otherwise if it wasn't for the black analog watching you closely every time you renetered the house for a drink.

The main gaggle of kids swam and screamed every few seconds, trying to drag you into a half-baked game of Marco Polo that had the older Hawkins teens eyeing each other with concern.

You tapped the top of your can to ease the anxiety, looking around the edge of the yard again, past Max's mother, who waved awkwardly and would come around every so often, offering drinks or food to you, Nancy, and Jonathan.

"Nervous?" Jonathan prodded in his way, looking up from the half eaten sandwhich Will had taken two large bites from, making sure he had gotten his fill and packing it away when he received two big thumbs up from his little brother before he rentered the pool.

"Ah. " You leaned against the lawn chair, rolling your neck before looking over. "Expecting Billy to jump out from one of these corners, " you gesture towards the many hiding places you have spotted in the yard. "cause a scene. "

Nancy shifted uncomfortably, twisting her skirt slightly. "Not yet, at least. " She added while fidgeting with the button over the waist. "I thought he'd show up at least half-way through this thing. "

"Yeah, " you agreed, "thats why I'm–"

"On edge?" Jonathan filled in for you, a soft smile gracing his lips as Will looked over.

"Ready, he means. " Mike piped up, his hand was fully plunged into the cooler chest, blindly shifting around the ice as he looked over at the three.

Something in the tension held firm in the pit of your stomach, because the only times that this happened was whenever a confrontation was supposed to take place.

And judging from all the past events that had occurred, however mundane or fantastical they may be, this was probably going to end badly in more than just a couple of ways.

You'd managed to keep pretty calm in the past concerning Billy. Kept a level head about whatever shit he'd decided to cause that week. But something felt wrong today. That air in your gut had been hard to shake.

And the fact he had yet to make an appearance so far, did very little in easing you. And apparently everyone else involved.

"Don't know what his fucking problem is. " You curse, sitting up in the chair, "Never waits long to start shit."

In fact, you can almost pinpoint the time he entered the premises, an excuse to blame him for the sudden tightening in your gut and the goosebumps on your skin. Yet, he hadn't entered the backyard once since he got home. He stayed holed up in his room the entire day and that much was evident every time you, or Nancy, or Jonathan or one of the kids entered the house and heard the rock music blasting from his bedroom.

He hadn't even made a shadow to have showed his face.

For hours you waited.

Hours of worry and unease ate away at your gut while the rest of the party commenced unhindered.

And yet, it seemed all but for nothing in the grand scheme of things. Because as the sun started to lower from its zenith, you and the rest grew more tired and eventually, the temperature started to cool to a point where splashing around in the pool was no longer appropriate.

The kids came clamoring out, dripping in more chemicals than water, screaming and laughing in the process. It was getting near the five hour mark by then.

Your mind was heavy when you stood up to go inside, nearly tripping when your eyes clashed with the eldest person in the home, the both of you freezing awkwardly in the middle of the walk.

Both you and Max's mother were silent in each others presence. Stoic if there was ever a word for it.

Neil always seemed to be staring off into nothing, zoned out to some far away place only those who drowned themselves in alcohol and other momentary pleasures existed. They didn't interact, besides maybe the occasional conversation starter, or nod in passing whenever a person came too close for an inch of comfort. Not unusual in your opinion of strained marriages.

You began to speak, went to get yourself out of this weird positioning you've seemed to found yourself in. But Susan beat you to it.

"Can you do me a favor?" She beckoned before turning around and trotting off into the kitchen. Already assuming you would listen. You usually did. There weren't any hidden agendas for her actions and nothing against you personally.

She held some power that you wished wasn't. You would take just about any job that required you to be away from the current obstacles of your personal life. But as she turned back to look at you with that indescribable air and knowing nod, she had beaten you.

"Whats up?" You replied, voice more gravely then you meant it to be as you walked up behind her. She was sticking something into the microwave.

"Bye, Y/N/N. " Nancy had emerged from the Hargrove bathroom when she stood on her toes to place a friendly kiss on your cheek before joining Jonathan.

"See ya, Nance. " You say as the dark haired girl glided away, passing a wave to Jonathan and then they were out the front door.

The house was mostly empty now with nearly all the kids back home, and Dustin and Max tucked away in her room, waiting for Dustin's mother. There was enough silence now that you were itching to leave. The house had settled quiet, but you couldn't describe it as comfortable. There was a ribbed blanket across the couch that had obviously been sat on by its dishelved look.

The TV was on but the volume had been lowered so much that you were better off listening to Billy's faint music from down the hall for entertainment.

Water rushed from somewhere on the other side of the house and the distinct slam of a door being pulled shut gave you the visual to what you were hearing. Your little brother, most likely. You'd seen him dip down the hallway like he was about to shit himself the moment Nancy exited the bathroom.

You shifted around, placing your backside agaisnt the counter as you found new things to look at. Languidly, you watched, senses picking out different things around the house to latch on to. The light green walls, the ugly brown patterns on the carpet, the hum of the refrigerator that, strangely enough, harbored no family photos, just magnets with various corny sayings.

Your eyes lingered on the fridge.

Everything here was simple. Blank like a fresh canvas of dry paint. Apart from the dishes left in the sink and the few items of clothing to be picked up off the ground, it felt oddly wrong for an occupied residence.

"Y/N?"

A shift in the environment rippled over your skin and something felt charged but not in a fearful sort of way. You're pulled from your small internal worry by the same woman from before.

"Billy hasn't come from his room all day, mind taking this to him?"

Susan's got a glass plate in her hand, slightly extended our towards you. It's filled at every turn with food she'd transfered from the tupperware after the ding of the microwave you hadn't quite heard.

That same gut feeling crawled up your insides again, but you blamed the way your throat tightened on the anxiety. Why it was something now and not earlier, you can't be sure.

But, if there's one thing you learned from movies and popular tv shows, it's never to interrupt the motherfucker when he's listening to rock. But, here's your excuse. So, with a small nod and the plate in your hand, you try to shake it all away.

Because the worst that could happen is you get your ass beat again.

Stepping up to the wood slated door gave your lungs a run for their money. It was as if all the air had been sucked from the atmosphere and the pressure collapsed the walls around you. Only breathing through your nose you shook the fear away with a raised fist to the door, clenched the plate in your opposite hand.

Bass rattled through the floor and past the wooden door, you're graced with the faint sounds of the guitar on the stereo. There were bits of vocals in the background, a baritone voice that spoke. And perhaps that was part of the appeal. Your fingers danced on the metal that resided at the entrance. It felt cool on your skin.

You knocked again after a few seconds. Nothing sounded on the other side of the door but you were still unsure if Billy could hear you above the music. Maybe he'd turn it down once his father returned from whatever place he'd ventured off to in the night. But you didn't exactly have that time to be waiting around, despite your own fathers late tendencies.

You took a moment to think if you should just leave the plate on the floor, let him pick it up, and try to call a ride. You exhaled quickly, shifting your balance onto your other hip.

Before you even touched the doorknob with a single digit, the music turned down significantly and suddenly the atmosphere was more intense than you'd anticipated.

Which, was the new normal.

But, still.

Things felt off. The pressure in your bones caused your limbs to rise upward, to defend yourself, to at least put yourself in some position that wouldn't leave you open to attack.

For what?

You didn't know.

Because all Billy did was peer up at you from the crack in his door. Nothing significant yet his stare was nothing less than striking. Those blue things could put the oceans to shame, rivaling even the sky in its vivid colors. They were a mirror.

They shifted to the food, briefly. Then immediately returned back to you as the speaker could barely emit its sound.

You watched as the boy straightened, sighed and then opened the door wider, leaving the frame unguarded as he trailed off into his room.

The door held open but his gaze disappeared into the space on his mattress, and the music lowered a touch, no longer loud enough to break the door from its hinges but loud enough that Billy had to raise his voice over it to be properly heard.

You took a cautious step forward after staring at the boys backside, his attire didn't leave much to imagination but his half nude state was the least of your discernment seeing as one, you were fashioned the same way and two, Billy Hargrove was wordlessly inviting you into his room.

You thought maybe this was some kind of trick, a ploy to get you cornered, so your eyes danced over him in brief, consistent glances as you proceeded forward.

He was sitting by his window, a cigarette stuck between his two fingers as he silently stared off into the the darkness the world outside offered.

It was strange. Seemingly off guard as he propped the knee of one leg against the window, giving a free range to his left to lean. Hair swept over the shoulder to show part of his sharp jawline, which dimmed only with each intake of the deadly nicotine.

The room was bland save for a few posters, white walls, brown dresser pressed against a corner and a night stand tucked at the opposite. Clothes were tossed about, either on the floor or hung up half assed on something that you could only guess as a proper hanger.

His nightstand was covered in trash and empty beer cans and you thought of shoving them away before deciding to place the plate on his bed instead.

You spared him a last glance after the action, perplexed by the fact he was just so— quiet. Which, was certainly odd to everyone at least within half a mile from here. Usually the moment you entered his space, his bubble, he erupted like an animal defending its territory.

You decided not to push your luck. Because right now, it felt like the deadly cat across the African plains simply hadn't noticed you. And so your steps were as carefully placed as they had been when you entered. It was almost relaxing despite the looming feeling from the boys demeanor.

Billy felt a wave, a sort of ripple through the air as the presence of another remained in the room. He didn't bother to speak, only raised the unlit cigarette to his lips in a curious manner and took an unsteady puff, letting the wind carry the smoke out the screen. There was a storm, one he had sensed earlier but was hard to make out amongst the many things that had clouded his mind with anger.

Luckily, the only thing he could blame his outburst on earlier this morning was exhaustion, a clear sign of his lack of sleep from the night before which would easily explain his half dead posture and irritability that had pissed off nearly everyone around him.

Another explanation for his hideout in his room but one you couldn't quite understand.

You neared the exit when the floorboards creaked just as they had before and you almost wanted to freeze in your place. Like the cat would come pouncing now, mauling you to death.

"Not gonna make a show of it?" Came Billy's voice, it was low and calm but you caught the slight strain of it. As if he needed a clear of his throat to even be fully heard.

"A show of what?" You cast a glance over your shoulder, brows knit.

The blonde gestured with his lips, the subtle shift in his elbow drawing attention to the stick of tobacco. "I was waiting for some goddamn spectacle, L/N. "

"I don't know what you're talking about, Billy. " You sounded exasperated already and you stepped over a black shirt with a design you couldn't quite decipher from its crumpled up state. You made sure not to add anymore scratches to the ground and turned around, placing your back firmly against the door frame.

Billy's muscles became tense with the new body turned on him and he felt the wave again, the stirring of new energy entering the atmosphere.

But you had simply done so so that your back wasn't uncomfortably to him when you left.

"Whatever. " Was all Billy seemed to say before shutting you out, shoving that fucking piece of shit plate away from him. And in the split second your brain focused on how fast food was supposed to get cooled and not nearly three seconds after swallowing his cancer stick Billy must've caught the attention of the devil himself.

There was no denying the jagged yell, the shuffling in his voice like someone was gripping his head and holding it under water. You jumped away, eyes as wide as saucers as Billy's bedroom door flung open, smacking the adjacent wall with a loud slam that nearly cracked the plaster from the force.

And yet, his voice was a lot less louder than his grand entrance. "Hey, shit face. Why don't you make yourself useful instead of sitting around all day, having our guests, " he gestured to you, "bring you your own fucking food. "

You moved a step back, almost tripping on your own footing from your struggle to balance yourself without the solid sense of feeling. Your eyes darted frantically between the two people within your viewing distance, and you could barely make out Susan a few feet away who had her hand clasped on Max's shoulder.

She was ushering her daughter to their bedroom but Max refused, and the red head stood beside the door with a wary look.

"Get up. And give him a ride home. " Another gesture to you and when you looked towards the entrance of Billy's room again Neil was taking up the entire frame.

"That's really not–" You began but stopped as both of the parents turned to look at you with an appalled look. It was nothing personal but you doubted Billy even knew where you lived and the only time you ever rode with him was pervious to when he'd beat your ass.

"My dad–" You tried again.

"He won't answer the phone, much less pick you up. " Susan jumped in, though the hesitation on her voice made you doubt if that was her plan all along. "Your brother got a ride with the Henderson's. "

"Put on a shirt, stop acting like a balless queer, and go. " Again Neil thrust a drawn out, mocking tone, like his son couldn't comprehend basic sentences and he stepped out of the way to make room for your departure.

Billy's got a storm brewing in his expression and there was one moment where his eyes met yours and you were sure you'd drown in all the hate there was.

You didn't get a chance to argue about the amount of time it would take to get there and about how you would manage on your own. In fact, something in Max's eyes told you it'd be better not to. So you pressed your lips against each other as Billy grabbed his keys and pushed past you.

You watched Billy stalk past everyone, a gruff 'Yes, Sir' leaving his lips that you almost hadn't heard as he passed his father.

You exited the room shortly after, not sparing Susan or Neil a goodbye as you gingerly took your shirt from Max's hands.

She made a comment, something quietly spoken that not even your heightened hearing could make out over Billy's obnoxious slamming of the front door that he knew he would pay for later. You watched the young girl as she returned to her room.

Silence welcomed you when you first stepped into the driveway, stretching across the cement with a sense of uncomfortablity that didn't seem to fade as you entered the car and were met with a chilling quiet.

Billy didnt look at you as his ignition roared to life, nor did he speak to you as he pulled out the drive way. He stared ahead, chin down as he leaned just slightly forward, supporting an arm on the side door, palm rubbing soothing circles into his temple.

He was going 20 above the speed limit. You assumed you two were trying to get as far away from the house as you could. But, the further into the neighborhood you went, the lower the numbers on the radio dropped and the more the car filled with quiet music.

Hargrove was completely out of it, lost in some other space where you weren't welcome. And the car had filled with a tension you doubted he'd meant to cause, but given his current mood, you didn't think he could avoid it either.

Despite this, you chose to press yourself against the door with a turned head, the muscles in your body growing taut with discomfort the more you tried to make it seem as if you weren't even of existence in the passenger seat.

You wanted out of the car.

That much you could draw from your mind when you found that the speedometer was at 55 and increasing.

"Billy. " You tore your gaze from the meter, flickering over the silent boy who was intent on looking only at the road ahead.

No answer. His jaw was tightened and set. There were lines buried in the skin.

"Billy. " Your voice held a certain firmness that he didn't quite like.

Silence still and he tightened his grip on the leather, knuckles turning white. The streetlights were getting ready to cast those obnoxious eyes and like a perfect chain of events the little hairs of a certain song burst from the speakers.

His hand, fast with anger, whipped across the volume dial, ceasing the tune and replacing it with the rumble of the engine.

An inhale, then a single word. "What. "

Somehow you think that's the opposite of an answer. It's barely a question. With the tone of voice he held he shouldn't have phrased it that way because he clearly didn't want to know what you had to say, what you thought.

"Stop the car. I'll walk. " It was simple enough and on any normal occasion Billy might've done just that rather than wasting his gas on you. But tonight was different, and Billy, seemingly fueled by his own agitation, just blew past the stop sign and sent the speed at which the Camaro rolled up with you at dangerous levels.

The car vibrated lightly beneath you, air whistling as you tore through the neighborhood at an alarming rate.

"Oh for fucks sake. " It was a mutter to yourself because you hadn't exactly expected the boy to be cooperative but you didn't think you'd be forced to jump out of a moving car again. Yet, here you were; gripping the handle, poised like a god damn animal, eyeing the road as you built up your goddamned gallantry.

You didn't catch the surprise on Billy's face when he noticed you push the door open against the harsh winds.

Fuck it.

You fell with ease and with a soft oof! your limbs were somehow able to stand the blow rather than becoming mangled chunks of meat against the pavement. You could hear the car skidding to a stop five houses down as you took a moment to roll around in your own pain.

Your shirt had rode up on your torso, back pressed against the heated road as your skin made contact with the tar. You had a few scrapes along your spine, one over the delicate hip bone. And you were pretty sure the road had peeled the skin on your forearm all the way down to the elbow but hey, at least it wasn't your fucking face.

A few drops of blood gathered on a pebble directly to your right. Your nose gave a sharp twinge of pain.

"Dick. " You said that in regards to him, for every aspect of his personality. Because Billy Hargrove was what others considered a giant dick.

If you hadn't suspected it before you were sure when you heard the wheels start to turn again, the shift of a gear springing the Camaro back to life. And then footsteps, louder than the car itself, were slapping against the asphalt.

"Are you out of your fucking mind!?" You raised your head, eyes coming to focus on Billy's very fucking pissed form towering above you. Arms crossed defensively, face twisted with irritation as he glared down at you with something close to— well it looked a lot like anger but Billy only knew one of three emotions and that was definitely not concern.

"Fuck you. " You managed through a puddle of blood in your mouth that you promptly spit out, only having realized it was there the moment it began forming bubbles when you tried to speak.

Billy's voice stuttered in reply. "What the fuck is your problem? Do you want to fucking kill yourself or something?! "

"Better than death by fucking vehicular manslaughter on the account of Billy fucking Hargrove. " You muttered, hands pressing into the road to give you leverage when you attempt to stand up. Your body immediately yells a no to this action and you lay right back down on the road.

"What?" Billy is completely distraught in the sense that his brain has seemed to burst due the sheer incomprability of your actions.

"Oh I don't know, Billy, maybe the next time I feel like killing myself I'll call you and we'll go a hundred miles an hour off the fucking side of a cliff. "

The boys eyebrows were nearly touching his hairline as he stared at you.

"Watch me die like an old school movie where they're surrounded by bubbles and colors and shit. "

You spit the last remnants of blood from your mouth and Hargroves face ran red and blue. "Can you fucking shut the fuck up and get up already before anyone sees you. " He demanded, practically dancing around your form. Arms stretched out with a stance that reminded you very much of a gymnast.

"No. No. I think I'll lay here for a sec. " You roll onto your backside, a groan in your voice, arms folding over your body, posed like a corpse.

Billy stops in his antics and stares at you incredulously. "Are you serious?"

"Very serious, yes. " Your voice almost comes out like a sigh.

Billy reels, and if it wasn't for the fact your eyes were sealed shut now, you'd be able to see the absolute bewilderment of the teen as he stood there in the middle of the empty street. Arms half poised over you but not touching your form. As if he didn't know what do with you.

"...Get up. " He demands, standing straight again, his hands on his waist. This time he's not commanding you in that cold manner. There's a little rise to his voice like he's beginning to lose his patience, his forehead furrowing with anger.

You take another few moments to enjoy the silence. You swear you hear a cicada or something squeak from a window sill nearby and the air felt cooler than it has in weeks. Until it all becomes overbearing and your chest burns from a lack of oxygen. You didn't even realize you were holding your breath.

You open an eye to test the waters.

Billy's scowling now, a hand on his hip and the other resting across his forehead in disbelief. At you or the situation, you weren't entirely sure. Both you imagined. But there was a certain look on his face like he was ready to pull some kind of theatric, a reaction, throw a punch to knock some sense into you but ultimately decided against it.

"Where do you live?" He asked the question in such a manner that you couldn't help but be wary of his intentions.

"...Why?" You asked, the caution obvious in your voice. As he loomed over you like that... it wasn't doing a whole lot of trust building.

You almost hear the growl of frustration from his throat as he began rocking on the balls of his feet, hands swinging like he wasn't able to grab hold of something. "So we can fucking go. Before someone calls the fucking cops. "

You still hesitated.

"Before I fuck you up so hard they'll have to identify you by your fucking sperm. " Okay there were his threats. But they lacked the substance of his normal demeanor. He didn't seem overly angry like he typically did but still, his body gave some kind of look as though he couldn't quite will himself to control the way it trembled with adrenaline.

"Nice one, but you're not my type. " Another bite and a second of Billy looking absolutely befuddled as he tried to keep his voice down. His glare had weakened but only because he was taken off guard, and his cocky expression fell to a tight line.

You watched as he took a moment to look around the empty street. The lights weren't too bright so you couldn't make out that typical, telltale flush of his skin that you've grown accustomed to in his anger.

Your eyes flickered across his face, scanning every inch like a beacon. Curiously, you looked at him the same way he always did. Maybe you'd find some sort of answer hidden somewhere behind his icy blues.

The look on his face was strange. Pensive.

"Get up, Y/N. " An even voice this time. Calming maybe. And to think, all it took was a slightly gay comment in order to simmer the violent bastard.

You half wondered where the fag-bashing erratic moron went. Maybe he'd packed his bags and runaway. You could hope.

You did more than that infact, you put that right there on your bucket list, and with a frown, more for yourself than anything else, you looked away from the boy above you.

"Fine. Alright. " Your movements were stiff with pain as you moved to push yourself up by the palms of your hand, your arms trembling beneath the weight. The skin on your hand and forearm burned with a stinging sensation.

Billy watched at your pathetic attempts, a sneer or two on his face but he didn't seem to offer much help until it'd all get too pathetic and he had to reach out and aid you.

"Idiot. " His lip curled as his palm met yours, his fingers holding onto the back of your hand tight as possible.

You stumbled slightly upon becoming fully upright, teetering against Billy for a moment as you took a minute to regain your ground.

"Yeah, well whose fucking fault is that. " You've developed a lovely habit of hissing through your teeth with an unnecessary amount of spite. You're surprised Billy hasn't knocked you on your ass and left you for dead by now.

He scoffs, trying to put as much distance between the two of you while still having your arm linked through his, helping you along. To the ignorant eye, you suppose this would look platonic enough but anyone that knew the two of you well would certainly think otherwise.

Billy's all rigid limbs and stunted movements. Even when you'd finally started to walk on your own and your grip on his arm began to slack, he held firm with a grip like a vise.

And by the time you're at the passenger's side, he's shoving you into the seat and you nearly knock your head on the top of car.

You didn't bother giving a remark when he practically seethed through his teeth, slamming the door in your face. He strode around the car like a man on a mission.

"If you go more than 5 over the speed limit—" You felt the warning die on your tongue when you saw the look of pure anger etched onto Billy's face.

"You'll jump out. Yeah. " His hand came down on the shifter. "Got it. "

There was a part of your brain that you didn't recognize that was screaming in terror, completely and totally convinced you were going to die tonight at the hands of the ever brooding Billy Hargrove.

But much to your surprise, Billy maintains that 5 mile leway the entire drive home even when there's barely a car in the streets. He hadn't muttered a single word since throwing his angry body in the driver's seat.

Instead, he'd cranked up the music all the way as if it'd some how compensate for the lack of speed and conversation, not that there would be much to say anyway.

You hadn't bothered looking at him. He hadn't bothered looking at you. But somehow, in one way or another, the feeling as if you were watching each other was even more abundant in the silence.

Whatever hostility had remained from Billy's mood in the first half of the night had receded back into his depths for later. Though the occasional frown on his face never quite leaves no matter what, his eyes are softer now.

And by the time he's pulling into the dirt driveway of your home, the soft beams of amber and yellow from the streetlights dimly hitting half his face, there's no sign of anger or any real semblance of emotion. It's oddly quiet, and the only thing to really speak up was the steady rumble of the engine.

"Thanks. " You beckon quickly and with reluctantance as you awkwardly grabbed at the door handle, trying to turn as quickly as you could while still maintaining balance. Anything just to get out of his car and away from the guy.

"Y/N. " He voices and the moment you pull at the handle you come to find it's resistance. A dull tingle shoots up your spine and the hair on the back of your neck raises with tension.

You turn, facing the teen who kept an unconcerned façade. He was a calm still pond with blue eyes flickering like small waves in the face of a strong wind, and although most times they were ice and snow that held such a cold, unforgiving passion of arrogance, there were times they were the ripples of a breeze.

Now was one of those times.

"Don't go around pulling fucking stunts like that. "

That was definitely closer to a warning than anything else that had come from his lips the entirety of the night.

"This is coming from the guy who beat my ass into the concrete two months ago. " And at this point, you were too exhausted to be filled with spite for the boy.

His posture falters and not just figuratively. There's a shift to the way he's sitting but the flicker of his eyes remains. Even with you half turned, his stare remained. In fact, it seems to have gotten all the more intense.

"What's it to you anyway? " The way he tilted his head might have been endearing in another life. Now, it seemed to hold meaning, the way a predator stalks its prey with such observant behavior before sinking its teeth into its jugular.

His gaze on you could have bored into your brain, much like a drill for how quick your defenses seemed to start dissolving.

He'd always looked at you like this. Whether or not you caught his eyes on you was by chance.

In class, in the halls, it was all the same to him. He'd get one look and that was about all it took. He'd stare with the attention like an interrogation, as if trying to decode some secret behind your stature, trying to pick you apart bit by bit with those watchful baby blue's of his. And if there was no easy route to doing that he'd dig his little meat hooks into you until there was.

You were all he'd focus on. Not you in particular. More so the idea of you.

Whatever that meant.

Of course the only instance Billy looked at you without fail, hard looked at you like the blue was about to spill out of his eyes and swallow you up like a tsunami, was when he was a little tipsy or riled up with heat and fury. But like most of Billy's emotions, they were very intense. Too intense for something as simple as just a fucking stare. It almost gave you the illusion of a dangerous threat that made your skin buzz with goosebumps, your nerves rattling in their sockets.

He was doing the same now, except, the only difference was that he wasn't pissed faced or smoldering with alcohol this time. In the confines of his car, beneath the yellow white shine of the nearby street lights, he couldn't tear his gaze away even if you begged.

Billy was the sort of thing to stop you mid thought when you glance and feel your limbs freeze, suddenly petrified with all this uneasiness and sudden confusion as to why there was only one sort of definition to put on why you felt such things whenever his presence was met with a hundred paces of distance.

"I..." He starts but his voice falls flat. Something beyond frustration, something between anger and concern. The sort of look that told you he was working something out in his mind. Or he just couldn't find the proper word choice that didn't end in an f-bomb at the end of his sentence.

He's still staring, his eyes flickering back and forth between yours, like a candle wick in the night. Wavering. Stuttering. Inconsistent uncertainty.

Like he's just asking for guidance to fill his barren vocabulary, the words never existing like an undiscovered civilization in his brain, unable to conjure up the sort of speech that would get him what he wanted.

An abrupt sense of panic washed over you. You inhaled sharply and you didn't let the breath go until your next move was placed in front of you like a chess piece on the board and you couldn't take the time to think out any future moves on your part.

All of your attention was pulled to him, focused entirely. The way he moved, the way he breathed, it left a tingling feeling trailing behind him like some faint breeze of emotion.

Everything stilled, it was him and you. Him. And you.

And he's just looking at you like that. Mouth halfway opened and the noise of shallow heavy breaths were the only sounds falling from his lips while he's looking at you all wide-eyed, like some fresh-faced virgin whose never seen one in person before.

You cursed yourself. Cursed the wind. Cursed the ground. Cursed Billy and his stupid face. And every corner of his stupid car and everything else about him. You can curse the sun but that'd probably be a step too far. Especially the moment you met those watchful pools of sea foam.

Fucking Billy Hargrove and his stupid, fucking car and his even more stupid...

Lips.

Lips and teeth.

Teeth, pale pink lips.

Blue eyes, long lashes.

Stupid fucking curly hair.

The sort of curly where it always managed to get you by the tips, tangling its brambles in your fingers and refusing to let go.

Which is why the second Billy made a small noise– not even really a noise, it's a breath. A single exhale that hits your nose, hits you the way nothing has before, and it causes a wave of heat to wash over you, overtaking your senses.

You grab those curls, your fingers entwine them and his breath is alot heavier, alot hotter as his hands grip tightly onto your shirt, like he's a frightened child.

His lips are wet.

He's messy.

Sloppy.

Like he's never kissed before in his life. Lips that keep moving, and his tongue is too sensitive, too eager.

Every sharp inhale of breath reeks of sweat and chlorine.

There's no time to stop and make sense of the situation.

He's scrambling over the middle console, desperate hands gripping on your collar and in any other scenario, this would've been the step before he plummeted his fist into your face. But there's hardly anything suggesting that. At least not without the time to see the tiny trail of tears lining Billy's eyes, glossing his cheeks.

He tastes as he looks. Like liquid gold with his tongue rubbing against yours in a hot mass of burning motion. And any semblance of a rational train of thought was chucked out the window.

There was enough room in the front seat for a teenage boy and then some. Billy Hargrove was not such a teenage boy. There was barely enough room to shift and breathe and wriggle around in this half straddle.

You can faintly hear a heavy car pass over a mound in the road, an off balance tire or perhaps someone forgot to inflate it and the uneven troll on the road, not entirely deafening, but it's there. And Billy hears it and he jumps from you, leg grazing the shifter, head knocking into the top of the roof.

His ears are steaming red as he all but falls into the driver's seat, face flustered and hair slightly disheveled.

He's looking around like a wild animal caught in a trap and he can't escape, eyes flickering back and forth; from the gearshift all the way to the rear view mirror and then to your face.

Pupils shot open, dark and wide, and a hand coming up to press on his forehead, eyes squinting.

"Billy‐ " It's a start, but it doesn't stay long enough to be deemed a full sentence, not with his name lingering on your lips while you try to swallow down the heat in the pit of your stomach. Billy's looking at you, breathing heavy.

"Get out. " He mutters forcefully, the lock clicks open and when his hand comes up to rub across his face, it's shaking.

"Billy. " More insistent this time.

He looks a few shades redder than when he was before, his head snaps back to meet your stare, hair curling beneath his ears in a gentle mess, curls threatening to fall into his face.

"Get out!" His voice pitches, breaks into something close to a sob and Billy swings his arm wildly, fist connecting with the steering wheel and there's a loud honk as a warning before he shouts again. "Get the fuck out, you fucking faggot!" His voice reverberates across the entire neighborhood, shattering your ear drums in the process.

There's dogs barking from far away, probably due to the horn.

You hesitated but only for a moment before swinging the door open, just barely missing the opportunity to knock the shit out of your leg by the time Billy decided to slam down his foot on the pedal. The door shuts fast. The car speeds off before it has the chance.

You watched him drive away, with just as much intensity as the boy inside the car watched you in the rearview.

As your house began to shrink away into the distance, and the glare of the car grew smaller and smaller. You could hardly see those searing blue eyes the way you did in class. Though this time, instead of a look of hatred or scorn, it was one of fear and dread.

And maybe, just maybe, if there were more light shining on his face, it would reflect a thousand scenarios playing on his cheeks. Not that you would've been able to tell from all the way out here.

"Fuck. "

[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

Hello!

Could you possibly do a cute opposites attract for Billy Hargrove? Not like a nerd reader, more like a flower child in a way. I think the idea would be very cute and funny.

I hope you have a great day!

•Interesting. I've never written something like this but I'm determined to be happy to try. In any case, I am ready to satisfy your request again. I want to point out how the word "flower child" stuck in my mind, making the reader a true flower child, in the literary sense. I hope you like it!

Sunflower

Billy Hargrove x FlowerChild!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: The late warm spring afternoon in Hawkins looked spectacular. The flowers were blooming and the sweet breeze touched you making you feel like you were in a fairy tale. But the day had other plans in mind for you and you never thought you would find him.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Fluff, slight angst? fem!reader, no use of Y/N, your surname is Williams, bad language, opposite attract, sigarettes, daddy issue.

𝐀/𝐍: Request from @unamused-boss ,I hope I have satisfied your request! I apologize for any errors and I also hope that I have exceeded your expectations. Sorry for my english this is not my native language. Please support and reblog! Hope you enjoy this one. (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

It was a late afternoon in Hawkins. Spring had just begun and the flowers had just bloomed, coloring an isolated part of the forest forgotten by everyone. It was like an enchanted place, you had to go through the woods to get there but you didn't mind walking a bit. It felt like a real paradise, it was like your secret place. No one could get there, only you knew how to get in and you knew how to get out.

Every day after school you go there. School could be hard and going there among the greenery and flowers made you happy and let your emotions shine through.

The flowers that surrounded you were all sunflowers, a truly infinite field, with the presence of a few daisies.

You had always been a girl with elegant feminine tastes, high grades but also a strong and difficult character. Nothing could make you happier than nature and flowers in general. You had a nice green thumb, you knew how to grow and plant. This is due to the fact that your uncle worked for a long time in the countryside and when you went to visit him for the holidays there was always something new to learn.

Today you headed there once again, full of happiness. The sun warmed you as you walked through the green tall grass. You sat down, letting the fresh air and surrounding sounds carry you away. The wind, the birds singing..."Holy shit!" you heard in the distance. You reopened your eyes in confusion and saw something you never expected to see. Someone had managed to get to your secret place. The worst thing? It was Billy Hargrove.

Billy Hargrove was a boy who went to the same school as you, he was lazy, didn't work hard at school and only thought about having fun and going to parties drinking like crazy. Besides this, he was also a very attractive boy, with long blond curls and crystal blue eyes and a nice physique. In short, aesthetically he was very handsome, you couldn't deny it, but otherwise he wasn't really your type, he was your opposite, you couldn't hope to get along with him.

You hadn't spoken to him much, you had only tutored him last year to help him with his grades. Needless to say, he tried to persuade you by convincing you to do his homework but luckily you were smarter than him. Now he had improved, but it was clear that he didn't want to study or think about his future.

From the way he was fidgeting you could tell he got lost "Hey!" He screamed as soon as he saw you, most likely he didn't recognize you. You stood up from where you were sitting as the skirt of your white dress fluttered. Billy looked at your figure, you were more enchanting than ever and perhaps he had never noticed it until now. You got closer and Billy did the same thing. "Look who's here, Williams." he said sarcastically "Nice to see you Hargorve" you also added a note of sarcasm but still keeping a certain lightness in your words "You can call me Billy" he winked at you and you rolled your eyes.

To be clear. You don't hate him. You know he was teasing you and obviously you didn't get carried away by his games. He was just different and as much as you might hope for redemption from him, you had to accept the fact that Billy Hargorve was the same old bad boy who will never change, and that everything good he had is gone.

"Did you get lost by any chance?" You asked looking at the field and he took a cigarette out of his pocket and you ignored him "What do you say? Do you think I'm a guy who loves remote places?" He looked at you with an obvious look as he lit his cigarette. The nauseating smell of tobacco pervaded you while with one hand you tried to get rid of the bad smell "No, but apparently you love the woods. In short, to come here you have to go through the woods, so excuse me if I ask you, but what do were you doing there?" Billy didn't answer you for a moment, he could have said "it's none of your business" or "Don't mind any fucking business that doesn't concern you Williams" in a more vulgar way, but he didn't. Even though he could be harsh, he wasn't that bad after all and it wasn't appropriate to use such forced language in front of a damsel.

"I was... walking" he didn't add anything else while his curls fluttered a little from here to there. From his tone you felt like he wanted to tell you something, but he decided not to. Maybe he had a rough day? Or maybe he's just in a bad mood? You've started to speculate. Although curious about what that walk meant, you decided not to say anything else and responded with a simple "Okay" and then silence fell.

"And you? Why are you here? Is the little damsel lost too?" You crossed your arms at his typical womanizer nickname "Oh no. I'm not lost. I come here often" He raised an eyebrow as he blew smoke from his plump lips "Why? What's great about being here looking at nothing?" You laughed slightly "You can't look at anything! Being here relaxes me and helps me to... detach myself from reality" you said the last words with a sense of sadness.

Life could be really mean and even cruel, and the worst thing is when you have no one to ask for help. When you think that nothing can help you get up and move forward, but in the end you understand that even something abstract or something concrete like an object, or anything that is not human can help you in your difficulties. Yours was nature, this secret place of yours that you wished you had discovered sooner. Few perhaps couldn't understand what you find so beautiful in plants or landscapes, and honestly not even you could explain it. Billy, on the other hand, remained silent and looked at you and then threw his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his foot "Nonsense, you can't detach yourself from reality" his tone was serious and you looked at his features, he was angry? No. He was injured.

"As much as you try, reality is always there, you can't ignore it, much less detach yourself from it..." he continued and then he met your eyes and let out a cough "...so, Here. I find it difficult to understand what you find here Williams, maybe you're strange" he finished the sentence as if nothing had happened, as if what he had said before didn't matter. You approached him and Billy looked at you carefully "Can't you? Or maybe you don't want to?" Hargrove looked at you as if shocked "From the way you speak it's as if you want to detach yourself from reality, but you decide not to, is it perhaps because you're more worried about what happens in reality? As if every little distraction could cause something bad than not can you ignore it?" At that moment, a face never known to you formed on the face of the boy with golden curls, a different Billy you had never seen before. It was like vulnerable...

“I'm sorry, maybe this makes you uncomfortable.” You panicked. You hadn't even realized your words let alone that maybe it might make Billy uncomfortable in some way. You tried to compose yourself and walked away, changing the subject "Now I can take you back out of the woods, I know the way to-"

“My father” you were interrupted by his voice which now seemed to have taken on a different tone “What?”

"My father i can't ignore." You didn't say anything, letting him continue "I always tried to think about other things, maybe focusing on going out for parties or going to basketball games. But when I did that, my father made my life even worse, making it total shit" the wind blew was lowered and Billy in the meantime leaned with his back on a nearby tree "You're right when you say that 'I would like to detach myself from reality but I can't' because I realized that I can't do it..." his words were so genuine, so sincere, but at the same time so suffering. It was as if the Billy you knew wasn't there. They weren't his words, yet they came out of his mouth.

Instinctively you placed your light hand on his forearm and he looked back into your eyes "It's never too late to try again Billy. Don't let just one person ruin you, because then you'll end up regretting it" you replied and then you smiled. He wasn't convinced, but you were willing to let him know. You gently grabbed his hand and he let you do it, as if he was enchanted by your touch "Come with me" you said and together you walked through what was the field of sunflowers.

"You know, the first time I ended up here I thought how the day couldn't get any worse. I was lost too. But I don't think I found a better place to be" the blue-eyed boy looked around and he was like carefree "Here you don't have to fear anything, here you are safe and not even your father can hurt you" you reassured him and your hands melted. Hargrove continued to remain silent and then sat up enjoying the wind caressing his face and simply nodded.

"Can I tell you something Williams?" You nodded "Sure" he got up and took a sunflower and cut off the stem. You felt bad when the flowers were pulled down but you decided not to say anything. He looked at it carefully and then glanced at you "You like flowers right?" You nodded again "So much" Billy continued to stare at you and then with his free hand he placed a lock of your hair behind your ear, placing the flower in the same place "Then you will know what the sunflower means" your cheeks turned red admiring Billy's face with enchantment "I'll give it to you, it suits you" your heart stopped beating for a moment when the boy with golden curls smiled at you and then walked away.

You watched his figure. The sunflower symbolized the sun, therefore the light of life. When you gave a sunflower to a person it was to tell them how sunny and cheerful they are. You didn't think Billy was capable of such a gesture or even that he knew the meaning of the flower. Apparently you didn't know Billy Hargrove for all intents and purposes.

What was it you said? "As much as you could hope for redemption from him, did you have to accept the fact that Billy Hargorve was the usual bad boy who will never change, and that everything good he had was lost?" It turns out you were very wrong.

"So, will you help me out of the woods or not?" He turned around noticing that you weren't following him "Yes" You shook your head coming back to earth "You must not tell anyone what I told you, I would like it to stay between us, clear Williams?" You nodded, laughing.

From that day on you began to see Billy Hargrove with different eyes.

[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's Stranger Things Masterlist

Please note - I am just posting this masterlist to get it out of my drafts - I worked on it when I was working on the fic listed below, and then I completely randomly lost interest in it, and this has been sitting in my drafts for months ever since. And I love the formatting and style of this masterlist and I don't want to accidentally lose it by accidentally deleting the draft - and I am gonna need this masterlist at some point. So I'm posting it.

Coming "Soon":

Nasty - Sub!Eddie Munson x Dom!Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut. You hesitate to tell Eddie your true sexual desires, fearing that he'll be turned off. But when he finds out - he is more turned on than ever. (3,000 words.)

Note: The rest of these link off to AO3 (which is the bulk of them unfortunately) - but at some point, I hope to have them edited and posted to Tumblr.

Sugar, We're Goin' Down - Steve Harrington x Fem!Thick!Reader x Eddie Munson. Friends to Lovers. Smut. Eddie hasn't gotten laid in months, so when he walks in on you and Steve (and neither of you seem to notice), he has just enough sexual frustration built up that he can’t bring himself to look away. He discovers quite a few things about Steve, and you. And himself. (12,700 words.)

Eat Me Up Alive - Sub!Eddie Munson x Dom!Fem!Thick!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut. Eddie is a very annoying person. And when he goes too far, you push back. Turns out - he likes it. Loves it, actually. (11,200 words.)

I'm Still Standing - Nancy Wheeler x Fem Disabled/Chronically Ill Reader. Friends to Lovers. Angst, Smut, (very slight Fluff). Hurt and Comfort. You start having horrible waking nightmares, but you don't want to worry your best friend Nancy by telling her. She's already occupied trying to chase down a trans-dimensional killer wizard, and you are convinced that the two aren't possibly related. (37,800 words.)

Bless This Mess - ADHD!Eddie Munson x Fem!Thick!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut and Fluff. Eddie accidentally forgets the two of you have a date planned. Rather than getting mad at him, you let him make it up to you. (5,700 words.)

Always Yours - Steve Harrington x Fem!Pregnant!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Fluff and Smut. Steve tells you about his 'six lil nuggets' dream, and you let him know that he's actually a lot closer to it than he thought. (2,500 words.)

Obey Your Master - Eddie Munson x Fem!Autistic!Thick!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut (and some Fluff). You are taking care of Eddie while his wounds from the Upside Down are healing. And when you offer to help 'take care' of him in other ways, he's convinced that he survived to live just for this exact moment. (11,200 words.)

Fix You - Eddie Munson x Fem!Mute!Powered!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Fix-It Fic. Hurt and Comfort. Most of your life, all you knew was darkness. Eddie was the one light in all of it. And you refused to lose him. (5,300 words.)

Drowning In You - Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader. Enemies to Lovers. Smut (slight Emotional Angst). Working with Billy at Hawkins Pool forced you to be around him. But forgetting part of your mandatory uniform at home and being harassed by random men because of it forced you to truly confront your feelings for him. (22,100 words.)

You Shook Me All Night Long - Steve Harrington x Fem!Thick!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut and Fluff. Steve never really saw you. Until one day, when you stood out as the hottest babe he had ever seen. And on that day, he just happened to be wearing the dorkiest outfit ever and stuttering over himself to impress you. Somehow, it worked. (45,000 words.)

Daisy Fields (Companion to You Shook Me All Night Long) - Steve Harrington x Fem!Thick!Reader. Established Relationship, Family Fluff. Some Smut, Fluff. You and Steve happily pursue your life together, more than thankful for the silly little ice cream shop that brought the two of you together. (20,600 words.)

(This last one, I don't really like. I wrote it a long time ago, and it doesn't really go with my current style. But perhaps somebody seeing this masterlist can get some reading enjoyment out of it. It's just very unlikely to be re-posted on Tumblr.)

Monstrous - Steve Harrington x Fem!Powered!Reader. Established Relationship. Angst and Fluff. Steve finds out your big secret, and you are surprised when he doesn't hate you for it. (5,200 words.)

[shieldofiron]

 Hiya! This is a place to put all of the stranger things brainrot. I love Harringrove, Munver/Tigerfreak, Hellcheer, Mungrove, Lumax, Jargyle, and if I can find it, Hellcheer x Harringrove and, Eddie/Nancy (I can explain that last one). It’s a side blog lol so if I don’t follow back that’s why.

Are you a minor? Turn back, amigo. I’m 30.

You want to argue about Billy Hargrove? Girl, argue with the wall.

Did you ask me something?Asks are right here bb.

ST + Text Post Memes:

Are you here looking for my Stranger Things + Text Posts? They’re all here.

Do you just want ones where Billy Hargrove is a little menace? Those are in the tag Walking OSHA violation Billy Hargrove.

Do you just want the ones with Steve? Those are in the tag Honestly walking HR violation Steve Harrington.

Current WIPs:

Do you want a sexy workplace romance where the sex is the work? That's Tainted Love, a Munver/Tigerfreak OnlyFans Au

Do you want a 1970s Daisy Jones Tragiromance with rockstar Harringrove? That’s Pretty Boy Live in Santa Fe 1977 and you can read it here and read on Tumblr and get bonus content here.

Complete Multichapter Fanfic:

Do you want what happens after the fight after the Byer’s house, when Steve goes back to the house to clean up the mess (Billy) that he left sleeping? That’s Serrated, on AO3 Here, and out of context spoilers here. Very angsty, mind the tags, rated E.

Do you want an Angst Soaked Joyride through the gates of Hell with a superpowered Billy fighting Vecna’s curse? That’s Vecnavision 3D and you can find it on AO3 Here or see out of context spoilers Here. Rated E.

What about a straight up Harringrove friends with benefits romance that is not a slow burn? That’s Run for the Shadows and you can find it on AO3 Here or see out of context spoilers Here. Rated E.

You want coffee shop au? You’re looking for La Ladra which is on AO3 Here or on Tumblr Here. Rated M.

Short and Sweet?

Looking for Nurse Steve/Doctor Billy? That’s On Call or All for Love.

Soul mate Au? That’s The Wolf with the Red Roses on AO3 here, and it has a little moodboard here. Rated M.

How about fluff? Try how can you deny the flood (that’s flowing through you?) or Cover Boy or You never Can Tell or or The Rose Tattoo

How about Angst?Try Shovel Talk (Bury Me) or Nothing Compares 2 U

How about Genie! Billy? Try Billy Hargrove’s Haunted Bong Rated E

Holiday Vibes? Try Popsicle Sticks for Christmas and 7/8 of the Way There for Hanukkah and Tuesday Night (Valentine’s Day) for Valentine’s.

Collabs? Try Cry Me an Ocean (Runaways) and let me be your cigarette (Rated M), or Vegas, Baby (Rated E)

Do you like MDS?

The extended MDS Multiverse is on AO3 here. You can also read all the different parts on Tumblr through these links, all are rated E: Choking on Steam • Devotion and it’s other half Deviation • By That Sin Fell The Angels • Message in A Bottle • King of Diamonds • The Hunter’s Moon

You like Eddie x Jason?

Do you want Tigerfreak Omegaverse, with a very traumatized Omega Jason? That’s But I’m a Cheerleader on AO3 here.

Try a friends to enemies to lovers in Be Not Afraid. (Rated E)

Or try some Omegaverse with By Any Other Name. (Rated E)

Other oneshots: Hello (It’s Me Again) and Owner of a Lonely Heart, The Hollywood Sign Caper, (all rated T) or Twist and Shout (Rated E)

[itsthecherryontop]

Adrenaline Rush (Archive of Our Own)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Henderson OC

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 100,500+ and counting

Chapters: 20/50

Summary: Halle Henderson is forced into a school project with none other than the new hotshot Billy Hargrove. All she wants is to forget the events of last year and graduate without having to deal with unnecessary drama, especially that revolving around boys. Will she be able to complete the year unscathed or will Billy pull her into his tumultuous life?

Between dealing with the residing trauma from Barb's disappearance along with the knowledge of a nightmare dimension beneath her feet, Billy's hot-and-cold bad-boy attitude, Dustin's new peculiar pet, and the approaching task of college, her last years of high school might not be as peaceful as she'd hoped

archiveofourown.org

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Halle's Introduction to Billy:

When Steve stood up I followed as we walked through the crowded halls to my locker.

“I’m not looking forward to this dinner,” I muttered, pulling my English book from my locker.

“Neither is Nancy and I. She just beats herself up over these dinners. Being in that house only makes things worse,” he huffed as we made our way to his locker. “Not to mention awkward.”

“I know, but we have to. I mean Barb was our friend so we owe it to her parents. Plus, we have you there,” I added, bumping my shoulder into his. “You know like a cute little emotional support puppy.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my throat at the look Steve threw at me, “Take that back.”

“As if it isn’t true,” I teased, walking into English. It was the only class I shared with Steve seeing as he was a grade above me. English was my favorite subject and my best, which allowed me an advanced placement.

Sitting in the back row next to Steve he continued, “If anything I am your guys' knight in shining armor.”

“I think you need to get your ego in check. Your King Steve is showing.”

“Ugh, don’t call me that,” he stated as the chatter of our classmates picked up. I took out my copy of Daisy Miller and the assigned chapter notes I took the night before. “What a tool,” Steve grumbled as the volume of the class increased.

At the excitement, I raised my head from my desk searching for the source. It wasn’t hard to find as almost every head was turned towards the front of the class where an unfamiliar boy was talking to the teacher. He was obviously a new student seeing as I have grown up with everyone in this suffocatingly small school and didn’t recognize him. It was surprising that we had a new student.

People rarely moved to Hawkins and after last year this is the last town I would want to move my children to. Even if I didn’t know about the Upside Down, two kids going missing within a single week in a town with less than 20,000 people is a big warning sign.

It was even more surprising that I hadn’t heard we had a new kid, even if he was a grade above me. However, I suppose that had something to do with me not paying attention. It felt like I was just drifting through the motions most of the day. Physically I was present but my mind was always absent. Drowning in a sea of thoughts too muddled to be understood. Only emerging to the surface when called upon, yet still lost.

Once the shock of a new kid wore off and I took in his appearance. I immediately knew Steve was right. It was the way the boy stood as if he thought he was superior to everyone in the room.

I didn’t have to hear what he was saying to know he was flirting with Nicole as he walked away from Mr. Collingwood. Just the smug smirk on his face and the blush covering Nicole’s cheeks was a big enough tell.

While still flirting with Nicole he flashed Vicki a wink, causing a snort to erupt out of my throat as I tried to stop myself from laughing. Steve shot me a look as I quietly laughed into my hand. Sure the boy was attractive and he definitely knew it, but seriously? He hadn’t even been there a full day and he was already planning his hook-up roster.

“Do you think they are oblivious to the fact that he is playing them or do you think they just don’t care?” I whispered to Steve. “I mean it is obvious that he is gonna drop them as soon as they have dropped their panties.”

“I know, right? He has flirted with nearly every girl he has seen today. He even flirted with Ms. Pershall,” he hissed back leaning over my desk.

“The science teacher?! Oh shit.”

“Yeah, it was so gross. She even blushed. What do they even see in him?”

“His ass and hair. But don’t worry I bet all his dick is in his personality,” I rebutted, causing Steve to loudly crackle while looking over to the new boy catching the attention of the class. “God, make it obvious why don’t you,” joining his laughter.

When Mr. Collingwood called the beginning of class we fell into silence again. Steve and I rolled our eyes and passed glances whenever we caught the new kid –whom the teacher introduced as Billy Hargrove once corrected that no one called him William– turned to smirk or wink at one of our classmates always earning a blush in return. It wasn’t till I passed a glance at Steve and he dramatically mimicked a flirtatious wink that I choked back a laugh.

The whispers between girl friends as they gushed over the pretty new boy with a curly dirty blonde mullet and blue eyes seemed to be a constant that day. I started to miss my earlier ignorance of the blonde’s arrival, it was truly a blessing in disguise. Now that I noticed it, it bugged me to no end. It was like the ticking of a clock, once you acknowledged it, the rhythm seemed engrained into your mind.

[lowaltitude]

Passive | Billy Hargrove

— Stranger Things

— Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

— x Reader (Y/N)

❪ FEM! ❫ ❪ prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ’ ❫

───── ❝ description + disclaimer ❞ ─────

𖥻 Billy Hargrove x FEM!reader, in which William “Billy” Hargrove is pushed to his limit by some girl he just met in his Biology class.

𖥻 OR in which Billy‘s charming act doesn’t fool you in the slightest.

𖥻 No connection to Stranger Things series timeline. 2.4k words

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I tapped my foot impatiently, staring at clock just wanting the day to end. It felt like every second took 100 seconds.

After contemplating skipping this class today but deciding to come I was now regretting it. All I’d done was have to sit and look infront if me at Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagen being the most obnoxious couple ever.

“Tommy will be with Nick, Daisy with Richard, Carol with Fred—“ Mrs Green’s rambling about our class pairings was cut off when the bell finally sounded. Everyone rushing to get out of their seats and go home, or to wherever they had plans to be. “Oh. And Billy your partner will be Y/N”

Perfect. I inwardly groaned. Not only did I despise partnered work, but I was with the biggest douche in the school. Mr Popular, the ladies man himself. Billy Hargrove.

I looked at Billy, watching him light a cigarette between his teeth and walk out the door without a care in the world, and I felt like slamming my head against the desk.

“Mrs Green?” I sighed, approaching her desk “Can I work alone? Or at least with someone else”

“Pairs are final, you get a new partner next semester”

I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and tell her about the things I’d heard he’d done, the way he treated people. He was constantly angry! Perpetually unsatisfied! He was just an ass! He wasn’t even passive aggressive like most of the mean people here, he was just aggressive aggressive.

“Fuck” I muttered, earning a pointed glare from the woman. Tugging my bag over my shoulder and trudging into the halls.

As I made my way out to the bus stop I spotted Billy leaned against his car, a young girl skating up and climbing into the passenger seat. He waits a moment before climbing in and speeding away from the school zone.

Another reason I knew Billy was ‘the worst’? He lived a few houses away from me, and almost every night I was woken up by him coming home at some ungodly hour with his music playing at full volume and the engine of his muscle car revving.

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I kept my headphones on the next morning, resting my elbow on the table and holing my face up as I stared out the window and contemplated why my family had to decide to live here of all places.

People hollered as Billy walked in, giving him high fives and pats on the back. Presumably for his latest ‘conquest’. Mrs Green directing him away from the empty seat next to Tommy H and towards me in the back row. And, unfortunately, he obliged.

“Hey” He smirked, nodding his head at me and giving me a once over. Ignoring him, I kept my attention on the window hoping he would think I just hadn’t heard him.

“Alright!” Mrs Green said, and I reluctantly took off my headphones, ignoring Billy’s raised eyebrow. “First group to correctly identify all the cells under a microscope will not be receiving homework tonight. You and your partner must work together to complete the list.”

Rolling my eyes, I grab one of the samples in front of me and put it under the microscope.

“Hey” Billy repeats suddenly.

“Hello” I keep my eyes on the work in front of me. Billy doesn’t seem pleased that I wasn’t staring at him in awe, he scoffs and moves closer to the table in his chair. Grabbing the microscope, he looks at the sample and furrows his eyebrows.

“What the fuck is that?”

After he moves away I pull it back to me, looking at it for a few seconds and grabbing my pen. “It’s Prophase. The first stage of mitosis” He looks at me, confusion evident on his face “The topic we’ve been working on for almost 2 months.”

“What are you listening to?” He tries to reach past me to grab my cassette player but I put a hand up to stop him, switching out the sample and looking in the microscope again.

“Fourth phase” I mumble, looking at my paper and keeping my other hand up as I write “Anaphase”

Billy doesn’t move, he just stares at me with one arm reached out, my hand blocking it, and his mouth ajar before slowly pulling his arm back.

“Metaphase” I smile, looking at the last sample, I raise my hand, Mrs Green walking over to Billy and I as I slide my open notebook to him.

“Yes?” She asks cautiously

“We’re done” I turn to Billy, gesturing with my head towards the notes.

“Uh” He looks down at it “1 was Prophase, 2 Anaphase, and 3 Metaphase.”

Mrs Green smiles and gives us a nod, pulling away the tray of samples “Nice work, I knew you would be a good pair.”

I exhale out my nose sharply, taking my book from Billy and putting my headphones back on as I look out the window again. But just as I press play on my tape, Billy leans over and pushes stop.

“Don’t you know who I am?” Does he know who he is? Despite what he might think he’s not some celebrity, he’s not Rob Lowe or John Stamos, he’s some boy that moved to a middle of nowhere town from California and thinks he can take over because women think he’s attractive.

“Yup.” I nod, putting my finger on play again “I just don’t care”

Thankfully the bell rang and I managed to rush out into the hall before meeting his infamous ‘wrath’. I wasn’t afraid of him, but I also didn’t really handle being yelled at very well.

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“You don’t care?” Billy’s voice in my ear makes me practically jump out of my skin. I hadn’t seen him all day and he decided to startle me as I walked out of the school.

“Oh my god” I put one hand to my chest “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“If you’re trying to get my attention, congratulations, you did it.”

“What? You’re so full of yourself, I do not give a shit about you or anyone else in this godforsaken town” Spinning on my heels, I turn away from him and start towards the bus.

I hear Billy groan as he jogs to catch up with me, his hands buried in his jean pockets. “Yeah, sure. I believe you” His voice is drenched with sarcasm. “I’m in a charitable mood, i’ll throw you a bone, you’re not exactly below my standards.”

“That’s disgusting” Ew. I shuddered at the thought.

I pick up speed, Billy stopping as he seems to realise i’m not joking. He stands there until i’ve taken my seat on the bus and I see him quirk his head to the side slightly before turning to walk to his car as I pull my headphones on again.

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Thankfully I didn’t have Biology the next day, and I thought I had managed to escape Billy’s sights until I found him talking to some girl right next to my locker. Leaned against my locker actually.

“Move” I huff, not in the mood to even pretend to care about seeming polite.

The girl glares at me, tossing her hair over her shoulder as Billy rolls his eyes and slides slightly to the side off of my locker. He growls when I aggressively pull my door open, hitting him in the arm.

As I shut my locker door and turn to leave the school, Billy shakes off the girl and jogs after me. “Let me drive you home, sweetheart”

“I’m sorry— Do you not know my name?”

“Of course I do” He scoffs, and I stop walking tapping my foot and folding my arms across my chest as I wait. “It’s…”

Unsurprising. “Goodbye” Billy touches his palm to the small of my back and I tense, trying to shake him off. “Stop touching me”

“Never heard that before” He mutters, putting his hand back into his jacket pocket and stopping, leaned against the school door.

“You should get used to it, because girls aren’t always going to throw themselves at you. They’re going to realise that you are a self centred idiot who’ doesn’t respect anyone, and that they deserve so much better.”

Billy only smirked as I stood their, pointing my finger at him.

“What?!” I almost shout

“Sure you don’t want that ride home?” Raising an eyebrow at him, he begins to spin his keys around his finger. I look behind me, groaning as the bus pulls away.

Begrudgingly, I stomp away from Billy and head in the direction of his stupid car. Actually, I liked his car it was really pretty. But it was stupid because it was impossibly loud.

He walked alongside me, content with my annoyance. The young red head girl leaned against the passenger side looked over her shoulder at us, sighing and moving the seat so she could sit in the back.

“No, it’s okay.” I smile at her, putting my hand in her shoulder before I duck into the back seat. Both her and Billy stare at me like i’d lost my mind.

“Get in the car” Billy huffs at the girl, presumably his sister. She takes her seat and he starts there car, I repeatedly catch her trying to look at me in the mirrors. “Where’s your house?”

“Are you serious?” The girl laughs

“Shut up” Billy spits back, and I’m tempted to kick the back of his seat as hard as I can.

She sinks in her seat slightly, her voice going a little quiet as she looks down and spins a wheel on her skateboard. “She lives next to us”

Billy smacks his lips and nods, tapping his hands on the sterling wheel and I lean forward, peering between the gap in the seats to look at the girl.

“I really don’t want to be here, don’t worry” She raises an eyebrow at me “I like your sneakers”

“Oh. Thank you…?”

“Y/N” I smile. Billy snaps his fingers, as if he had triumphed in finding out my name, and I roll my eyes. “That’s him learning my name.”

A small smile plays across her lips “I’m Max”

Nodding, I move back and look out the window, Billy brings his hand up turning up the stereo and I glance at him as I recognise the song. Great, now I have to hate this band because he liked them.

He pulls into the driveway and Max climbs out, moving the seat for me and I thank her, throwing my bag over my shoulder and starting to walk away from their house.

“Aren’t you coming in?” Billy calls after me, folding his arms and leaning in the roof of his car.

“What part of ‘I DONT LIKE YOU’ wasn’t clear?”

“Can I drive you to school tomorrow?”

“No!”

Max grabs her things and goes inside, leaving Billy watching me as I walk down three houses and straight in my front door. I can see him lighting as cigarette as I get to my bedroom and close the curtains.

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“Why do you hate me?” Billy asks, his voice low as he puts a hand by my head, practically pinning me against my locker

“Go away”

“Answer.”

“Because you’re rude, and arrogant, and I saw the way you talk to Max. You’re inconsiderate and treat women like they’re made to serve you.”

“Is that it?”

Furrowing my brows I scoff at him “You keep forcing me to be around you when I clearly don’t want to, you—“

I’m cut off when Billy decides to press his finger to the wrinkle between my eyebrows. It’s as if he had pressed a mute button because I try to continue but nothing comes out.

“I’m going to make you like me” He licks his lips, smiling as he meets my eyes “You’re going to beg for my attention”

“It seems like I already have it” I smack his hand away, but he just puts it on the other side of my head, caging me in against my locker.

“Y/N” Billy says breathlessly, and I’m almost taken back by how much softer his voice is than normal.

Realising that I was just having positive thoughts about Billy Hargrove, I shake my head and use my strength to push him back slightly. “We’re late for class”

He chuckles, but follows me towards biology. Sitting at he table and waiting, drumming his fingers on the desk. What the fuck.

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Billy was, once again, leaned at my locker at the end of the day. Girls flocking to him like he was free chocolate. As I closed my locker he waved his hands and the girls, who seemingly had extremely low self respect, did as he wished and scurried away.

“Hey” He smiled, walking along side me “Can I take you home?”

“No, thanks”

“Come on, it’ll be fun”

“I think i’d have at least the tiniest bit of respect for you if you understood what ‘no’ meant.”

“Oh sweetheart, you never take no for answer when you want something this badly”

I made a fake gagging sound and Billy rolled his eyes, grabbing my hand and planting his feet. “Let go”

“Don’t get on the bus”

“Billy.” I glare, pulling my hand out of his grip. It wasn’t even that tight it was just strange.

“Say my name like that again, I like it” I turn back to the bus and Billy sighs, jogging so he can walk backwards in front of me. “Let me drive you. Please”

Had he just actually said ‘please’ or was I delusional? I don’t know what Billy’s angle was, but I wasn’t going to fall for it.

“If you’re trying to prove a point to someone just lie and tell them whatever it is you need to say”

“What?” He stops walking and I almost run into him.

“You know, the fucking cliche. Popular hot jock gets dared by his asshole friends to make an advance on some loser. Tell them whatever you want”

“Y/N, my friends don’t even know you exist.” He holds in his laughter “I just need to make you like me for my own personal gain. Plus, then you’ll beg me to forgive all the times you berated me”

Tucking my lips into a line I stare at him, trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. Accepting his response, I turn in the direction of his car and smiling when I spot Max approaching it.

“You really think i’m hot?” Billy whispers

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to be continued…?

— now read billy’s retelling here!

[soft-for-them]

Plant pot ashtrays - Billy Hargrove x plus size reader

Summary: You work part-time as a gardener, often weeding and watering the many plants around Hawkins. However, you have a problem with people, people like Billy Hargrove, using your plants as an ashtray.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/N: This was a request but I went a bit overboard... There will not be a part two to this, sorry. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Hey!” you shout as you look up from watering some plants.

The ‘hey!’ isn’t a hello kind of ‘hey!’, it isn’t the type of welcome that you do when you see a friend across the road and shout to get their attention, neither is it a small but happy ‘hey!’ that is a bit too loud because the person you’re greeting is right next you – no, you’re shouting it with annoyance in your voice, your normally calm voice bellowing down the street for all to hear.

“HEY!-“ you shout again as you hastily place your big green plastic watering can down, making sure to place it in between the standing flower boxes along the pavement that line the street so any passers-bys don’t trip over it, “- HARGROVE!”

Your sandals, not the fashionable or feminine type of sandals with golden ankle straps or little heels like the women’s magazines show but a dad kind of sandals that are khaki in colour with Velcro and grippy soles clip clap on the scorching hot pavement as you hurry up to the one and only Billy Hargrove.

Thankfully no one is walking on the pavement as you hurry up to him for you must look like a raging bull ready and angry at the curly haired man.

You wear baggy overalls are green like you thumb, covered in mud and water stains from pulling weeds and watering plants all morning. The thin fabric billows from how fast you speed walk over to the trouble maker (and fellow class mate) Billy Hargrove.

Billy, like he is most of the time, is leaning on his car no thoughts in his head as he pauses and looks over at you.

His tanned face looks slightly red in the shining sun though you’re not sure whether it’s a flush of anger appearing because he’s being shouted at by a lowly part time gardener or if he just forgot to put on the factor fifty this morning.

Billy leans there staring just about to stub out his second cigarette on your yet to be watered pot of Gerbera daisies but his fingers pause as he sees the pissed off look on your face.

He smirks with such mirth as you skid to a halt in front of him.

“Hey-“ he begins with a suave tone that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end from anger and something else you can’t quite pin point.

You cut him off immediately.

“Hey!” you say in a deep mocking voice much like a child would do in a petty playground fight, “Why don’t you and your fucking friends stop using my flowers as ashtrays and-and!”

You want to say ‘do something with your life’ because the popular kids like Billy are always just hanging around littering, shouting at you and generally being a nuisance.

You’ve already had to scoop out multiple handfuls of cigarette ash and candy wrappers from your plants this morning alone that and some random kid shouted at you some unsavoury words which hasn’t improved you mood.

Whilst not all of the trash and trash talk is from Billy and his little group of bullies, they are always the ones who burry their litter in your plant beds right in front of your eyes.

Sometimes you wonder if they know it’s you who spends their free time tending the town’s plants or if they just see a fat girl who they can tease and bother just for the fun of it.

Either way, they really don’t give two flying fucks.

Just last week a pretty blonde cheerleader who had allegedly fucked Hargrove behind the bleachers, the same bottled blonde who told to whole school about it despite Hargrove avoiding her like the plague, looked you right in the eyes and shoved a half-eaten hotdog into your bed of lavender.

There was a bin right next to her!

At least the middle schoolers try to be sneaky about burring their rubbish unlike Hargrove and co. who don’t give a fuck abut you or your plants.

Even so you know it would be too harsh even for you to say something like ‘get a life’ to Billy knowing who he lives with so instead you just grab Billy’s hand by the wrist so he can’t lower it further down towards your daises.

Taking the cigarette with your other hand you drop the burnt out but down a storm drain near rear tire of Billy’s car.

“It’s that simple Billy.” You say as you point to the drain, your other hand still holding onto his wrist without realising it, “Not in my daises please!”

You take a deep breath, your eyes closing and reopening as you squint up to him.

You really need to calm down.

“This is cute.” Billy smugly says as his hand trapped by your clutched hand fiddles with a small chain bracelet dangling around your wrist.

His long fingers toy with a little green cactus charm that has an overly cartoon spikes and an angry face embossed onto it.

His face smug and you feel like punching it.

“Nope, nope, nope.” You mutter as you rip your hand away from his, your dad sandals stopping you from tripping over as you rush back to your plants.

You feel a rage built up as you pick up your watering can, Billy shouting something back at you, something you block out with the sound of water trickling out the watering can.

Family life isn’t the best for you, there isn’t really a prospect of going to university not even a community one, even if there was a chance you could you can’t afford it so gardening is the next best thing for you.

Funny enough, you moved to Hawkins around the same time Billy and his family did so the odd thing you’ve got going on with Billy has been happening ever since you’ve met him.

Whilst he’s stuck with an abusive dad, passive step mum and cool little sister, you’re left in the hands of some distant cousin who isn’t a creep but can’t really afford to keep himself afloat let alone you as well.

With no parents around and the looming threat of paying rent to stay in the only town you feel somewhat safe in (despite the rumours of monsters lurking around) you cousin had begun carting you off after school with him to his work.

Somehow that led to him getting you a job as a gardener, the same job his dad got him when he was just a teen, and despite disliking having to work whilst still being at school you’ve grown to love pulling weeds and planting pretty flowers in your spare time.

Most weekends you’re working; whether it be mowing a rich person’s lawn or like you’re doing now, tending to the town’s plants.

You’ve come to realise you love the job. It’s not much in the grand scheme of things but you’ve found your calling. However, there’s always people like Hargrove and his friends who try to fuck up a good thing by hassling and disrupting your work.

It’s been half an hour since the cigarette incident and you’re still red hot with anger.

Ever since then Billy has been following you around like a bee attracted to a fake flower on a Hawaiian shirt or to a brightly coloured sun hat.

One moment you’re watering the flowers and he’s moved to the bench in between the Tulips, the next moment you’re pulling up rubbish from the hedge rows and then he’s just there near you leaning on the wall with another cigarette in his mouth.

Each and every step he’s been following you.

To think you bunked off helping your cousin tend to the garden of the Harrington’s because of a stupid crush only to have Billy follow you around instead.

“You want anything Billy?” you demand as you quickly turn around to the man trying to act natural as he watches you from under the shade of a shop front.

Your voice is filled with bother, the frustration dripping from you lips like the beads of sweat on your brow.

It’s really too hot today.

“Nothing.” He raises his hands in a mock surrender as ash falls from his cigarette to the pavement.

“Well!” you feel like you’re going to explode as you look on at Billy.

You many have a tiny thing for Steve Harington or that kid from the DnD club or Nancy from your maths class or- ok you find a lot of people to be hot and you’d happily date anyone of them but Billy Hargrove is something else.

He makes you mad but not in bad ‘I want to punch you in the face’ kind of way.

He maybe a bully, the leader of the bullies that roam the high school but he’s always tolerant of you, he’s never actually said a bad thing about you.

That combined with the smooth tanned skin and the tufts of curly beach blonde hair you just feel like an overheating car engine around him.

“All you and you friends do is stand around loitering and shouting, just go do something instead of bothering me!”

Your little rambling outburst whilst you kneel down and dig into a potted plant weeding out the weeds and picking off any unwanted slugs sounds harsh but your words are actually just tired and fed up sounding.

The heat is getting to you, the amount of work you have to do in the blazing hot sun is getting you worked up but most of all the tall tanned and handsome Billy is making you feel some kind of way.

Billy puffs a bloom of grey smoke out of his lips. He raises the but of the cigarette up showing it to you, and for a moment you think he’s going to stub it out into your plants but then he drops it to the ground and stomps it out with his foot.

You let out a breath of relief.

“If you’re going to hang around-” you begin as you begin to calm just a bit you voice quieter and more controlled, “- got water those Daises next to your car.”

You half expect Billy to laugh at you, maybe call out a sharp remark about how it’s ‘your job not mine’ but all he does is walk over to you and pick up the green watering can next to your le.

“Yes ma’am.” He says low and slow as he hovers near you.

He’s half bent down, the heavy watering can no hassle for him, his eyes looking straight into yours.

“Any time now.” You throw back, not wanting to deal with the fact that the hot angry feeling you have for Billy Hargrove might actually be a new crush forming.

[usetheeauthor]

Updated Masterlist (+18)

A/N: Hey, readers! You can call me Use or Honey! As a novice fanfiction writer, I ask that you please have patience with me. I’m not a fast writer and I have lots of responsibilities that will delay my writing but I’m still dedicated to giving you all the best of content. I’m growing everyday with my writing so I’m always looking for room for improvement. Either way, I appreciate the love and support I’ve received. Thank you so very much! ❤️

Started: 06/07/2022

Last Updated: 07/26/2023

Latest Work(s): Made With Love (Eddie x Plus!Reader)

Total Works: 55

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☁️= Fluff

🌩️= Angst/Fluff

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⛈️= Angst/Fluff/Smut

💦= Smut

💧= Implied Smut

⚠️= DARK

📥 = Requests

🚫= On Hold

🛑= Permanent Hiatus

✅ = Completed Series

🔥= Popular (1k & up notes)

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Stranger Things

Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/001

IMAGINE

Peter being vocal during sexy times 💦

ANGST

Where Do We Go From Here 📥 ⚡️

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Love, Papa ⚠️⛈️

***Vecna

The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 📥⚠️💦🔥

The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 2 📥⚠️💦

Eddie Munson

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Innocent!Newkid!Eddie inviting you over 💧

Eddie helping with skin care routine ☁️

ANGST

FLUFF

I loved You First 1 🌩️

Made With Love ☁️

SMUT

The Elf Princess & Her Beloved 🌧📥

“Come Again?” 💦📥🔥

Eddie Had A Little Lamb 💦📥

Wrap It Up! 💦📥🔥

You’re Not The Boss Of Me 💦

SERIES

The Satanic Panic ⛈🚫

Cruel Little Vixen ⛈ 🔥

Steve Harrington

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Scoops Ahoy Steve doll comes to life ☁️💧

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Play Side A ⚡️💦

FLUFF

Too Quiet ☁️

SMUT

I Thought I’d Lose You 🌧

Play Side B ⚡️💦

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Montagues and Capulets ⛈🛑

Steddie x Reader

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ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

The Final Girl 💦⚡️⚠️ 🔥

SERIES

Jim Hopper

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Murray Bauman

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

Just Share The Damn Bed 💦⚠️

Let Me Show You 🌧

Daisy Dukes 💦

SERIES

Jonathan Byers

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ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 1 ⚠️💦⚡️

We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 2 ⚠️💦⚡️

SERIES

Argyle

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ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Billy Hargrove

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

This Isn’t You ⚠️⚡️💦🔥

SERIES

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Moon Knight 

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

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ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

Adeline’s Hex 💦

SERIES

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OTHER MARVEL FANDOMS

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Steven Grant “Steve” Rogers

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Stucky x Reader

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

Breakfast In Bed ☁️💧

SMUT

SERIES

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OUTER BANKS

Topper Thornton

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

The Jezebel ⚠️💦

Everything Has Changed⚡️💦

SERIES

Rafe Cameron

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

JJ Mayback

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid 

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ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

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Alice In Borderland

Arisu Ryohei

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ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

I’d Stop The World ⛈️🔥

Video Games 💦🔥

I Still Get Jealous ⛈️📥

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Chishiya Shuntaro

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ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

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TOM FELTON CHARACTERS

Draco Malfoy

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ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Dr. Julian Albert

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ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

I’ll Make You Pay ⚠️💦⚡️

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OTHER FANDOMS

I Know What You Did Last Weekend (Battinson x Kravitz!Selina Kyle x Plus!Reader) ⚠️💦

How To Be King (Viserys Targaryen III x Plus!Reader) ⛈️

Run With Me (Ser Criston Cole x Virgin!Targaryen!Reader) ⛈️

When A Stranger Knocks At Your Door…(“Doctor”Enmu x NurseNun!Reader ⚠️💦

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blue sunday

chapter one

billy hargrove x female!oc (daisy way)

masterlist

cw: 18+, minors dni, smut, established relationship (kind of?), references to prostitution, manipulation, alcohol use, daddy kink, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v

summary: billy and daisy made a real stupid decision, got hitched on a wild and drunken night but the longer they spend time together, the less Billy’s regretting the decision. but are they really meant to be?

NEVADA • JULY 1991

The Starlite Motel is near downtown. It has a big neon sign, a facade of glitz and glamour masking the true gritty form. Billy’s stayed here before. When he first landed in this bizarro Nevada town. It was the only room he could afford at the time. His skin kind of crawls as he drives up into the parking lot. The place is known for housing criminals, junkies and prostitutes. And apparently, Billy’s brand new wife.

He glances down at the passenger seat, eyeing the monstrous stack of paperwork. Annulment papers. The right decision, based on where she’s staying. Even if she is devastatingly gorgeous, or at least Billy remembered her being that way. The night was fuzzy, he can’t even remember the wedding he was so trashed. When he woke up in the casino hotel room, he was still fucking hammered. But there was a girl next to him in bed, with a cheap veil clipped in her bleached hair. Champagne bottles strewn across the room and as he was emptying his stomach out in the toilet, the girl woke up. Held a paper up to his face and said, “Hiya, husband, how ya feeling?”

To which Billy kept puking. The paper was a marriage certificate. Damned this fucking town and their lack of last calls and abundance of twenty-four hour wedding chappels. It’s designed for bad decisions. Kind of the whole reason Billy was even drawn to this place. He’d meant to make it back to California, but ran out of money here. And by the time he’d earned enough money to leave, he didn’t want to. Found himself a steady, decent paying job in construction and next thing Billy knew, he was buying his own fucking house. Well, single-wide trailer that was falling apart but fuck it, Billy was a homeowner. If only Neil could fucking see him now. Er, maybe not him right now… sitting outside a cheap motel where his wife lives and uh, presumably works. Damnit, it’s time to undo this drunken mistake.

Billy grips the papers and walks up to the door labeled 12. He knocks twice and hangs back. It’s hot out, only ten AM but the desert heat beats down on him. Must already be 75 degrees. There’s still no answer, he can’t hear noise behind the door– all he can hear is the group of men his age gathered at the end of the ‘hallway’, talking quietly. Billy knocks again, firmer this time and tries to peek through the window but the blinds are closed. Tells himself he’ll give her five more fucking minutes to answer the door.

While he waits, he lights up a smoke. Folds the annulment papers and tucks them in the back pocket of his worn Levi’s. Those five minutes pass and he turns on his feet to leave but as he’s stalking back to his car, he sees her. She’s wearing a cheetah print bikini top, a short denim skirt and red flip flops. The top does little to cover her huge tits, with every step they jiggle and Billy’s only a man, so he’s staring. Figures the dudes twenty feet down are also staring at her. Her blonde hair is tied up haphazardly in a bun, strands of it falling around her neck and face. Then Billy sees the cigarette between her lips, a can of beer in her hand and the rest of the six pack in the other. It’s ten in the morning and she’s drinking a beer. Billy can’t help but get this odd feeling he’s looking into some weird gender bending mirror.

“Is that my husband?” she calls when she’s a couple feet away, a smile spreading against her plush lips. Fuck, she’s gorgeous and he’s kind of bummed they had to meet in the way they did. There’s no way in hell he can stay married to a stranger, no matter how foxy she is.

“Not for long,” Billy tells her around his cigarette.

Daisy rolls her eyes as she makes it to the door, handing him her beer before rustling through the small pink purse on her shoulder. She retrieves a set of keys and too many keychains. Unlocks the door and kicks it open, snatching her beer back and heads inside. Billy follows her, taken back by the stench of her motel room. It’s not totally foul, but definitely not pleasant. Can’t be totally Daisy’s fault, this establishment isn’t exactly well taken care of. But it reeks of cigarettes, stale food and something sickly sweet— kind of like green apple and cotton candy. Billy thinks it’s Daisy’s perfume.

“Want a beer?” she asks, ripping one out of the plastic and handing it over before Billy answers. So he takes it but he pulls the annulment papers out as he does so. Hands them to her.

She drops her purse, pushes her sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head and looks at the papers. Almost looks disappointed. But how could she be? They don’t even know each other. She sets them on her unmade bed, on the pillows and sits down next to them.

“So, yeah, you sign those and it’s like it never happened,” Billy says.

Daisy nods slowly, brings her beer to her lips and gulps down the rest of it. Sets the empty can on her nightstand and then reaches for a second before tossing the butt of her smoke in the empty can.

“We must’ve had a good night,” she shrugs. “I know we had a good morning, ya know, after you hurled in the toilet for an hour.”

Yeah… Billy remembers that, at least. The sex that morning was good— great even. And he can’t be shocked it happened because standing here, across from Daisy, he feels this strange magnetism between them. He wants to touch her.

“It was fun,” he replies, soft because he doesn’t exactly wanna admit that to her.

Daisy pouts her lips, leans forward and her biceps are pressing her tits together. Like she’s trying to tempt him. Unfortunately, it’s working. His eyes immediately drop to the curve of her breasts.

“So, why are you so quick to divorce me, Billy? You don’t think I’m pretty?” Daisy asks, her voice all exaggerated sadness and he has to snort.

“It’s not a divorce. And you’re plenty pretty, I think you’re fucking aware of that,” he offers, “But I don’t know you, and I should probably know the person I’m marrying, yeah?”

She giggles, reaches up and pulls her hair out of the messy updo. Wavy blonde falling seductively around her shoulders. Damn, she’s good.

“You can get to know me.”

“You’re okay with being shacked up with a stranger?” Billy asks, tilting his head.

Well, he thinks maybe that’s literally her job, but it feels rude to ask or tell her he assumes so.

Daisy blinks, all innocent and pretty at him when she says, “I might’ve hit the jackpot with a hunk like you. Sue me for not being eager to let you go.”

“I absolutely could,” he counters, but he’s smirking. He’s kidding. Kind of. “You think I’m a hunk?”

“I’d fuck you right now,” Daisy confesses, “and I really, really want to.”

They stare at each other, tension so heavy Billy can feel it in his chest. This is pure instinct right now. He puts his beer down, discards his smoke in Daisy’s makeshift ashtray and she’s putting her drink down too. Then he lunges at her, genuinely feels like he can’t help himself. Daisy falls back easily, arms around his neck while he intrudes her mouth with his tongue. She tastes like beer and Marlboros. Daisy moans into him, fingers tangling in the bottom of his mullet and she pulls, her hips canting up. He’s humping back like he’s a horny teenager again. Grabs hold of her jaw as he licks filthy into her mouth. It’s heady. Both of them are filled with adrenaline and desire.

In the back of his head, he thinks people pay for this. Well, maybe not this. Billy always heard that hookers don’t kiss. Either way, he pushes the thought away and actually lets himself indulge in the thought that this is his wife. And really, Billy’s always wanted a wife. Just hadn’t met anyone worth it. Maybe she is…

Daisy’s hands are pulling his shirt up and off of him. Billy takes the opportunity to get his mouth on her neck, sucking and licking and biting. She’s loud, moans unabashedly while she scratches down his back. Billy leaves marks, she’s his wife for fucks sake. He bites around the string of her bikini and pulls, undoes it with his teeth and her heavy breasts fall out of it. His mouth is on them in an instant, giving them the same treatment he gave her neck. He loves the way her skin tastes, sweet and salty. Makes his dick pulse. So he’s grinding down on her, searching for any semblance of friction.

“Billy…” she cries out once he reaches her nipple, licking broadly against it before sucking it between his lips. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

He hums around her, smiling at the corners of his lips. He likes making her react like this, it gets him off. She is the hottest woman he’s ever seen, doesn’t even compare to the hundreds of centerfolds he’s seen. It’s getting to him, every time he looks up at her he thinks about it.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says before thinking more about it.

Daisy giggles, and it makes her even prettier. Then she says, “Thank you, daddy.”

And wow. Billy’s never been called that before. He pauses because he’s pretty shocked by the effect that’s having on his dick. He grabs her jaw, looking down at her a little crazed and he’s thrusting gently against her. Daisy’s eyes widen, mouth a little slack and she just kind of melts. Billy likes that, so he holds her a little tighter and barely shakes her head.

“Yeah? Am I your daddy?”

Daisy whines, wiggles against the bed as she gasps out, “Yes!”

Billy has to bite his lip to stifle his smile, he can’t let on how much he likes being called that. Also, he’s pretty sure the whole daddy thing is being dominant. Smiling at that would show her a weakness, he thinks. So he lowers her hand to around her neck, “You gonna suck daddy’s cock?”

“If he’ll let me,” Daisy replies, all wide eyes and pouty lips. Billy’s cock twitches again.

He laughs at her, shakes his head and climbs off of her. As he stands, he starts undoing his jeans and kicks his boots off. Daisy sits up, putting her hair back up in the messy bun as she awaits for Billy to pull his cock out. When he does, Daisy hums and smiles, “Better than I remember.”

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, grabbing her by the bun and guides her towards his cock. They both have the biggest smiles. It’s odd, the way Billy feels like this is easy and even comfortable or familiar. Honestly, it kind of scares him. But then Daisy’s licking up the side of his cock. His eyes roll back and he moans. Totally distracted from his nerves.

Her lips wrap around the head of his cock and she moans, blinking up at him before sucking. He grits his teeth, using his grip on his hair to guide his cock further into her mouth. Daisy’s stunning and she looks even better with something in her mouth. Can’t take his eyes off her, chin pressed to his chest as moans flow from his lips. She’s messy with it too, drooling around his cock and using her hand to stroke where he isn’t in her mouth. The eye contact is bizarre. Billy can’t recall another time he had a girl looking up at him like this. He likes it, feels like he’s got his own personal little porn star.

Then she takes him all the way, nose pressed against curly blonde hair and bobs her head. He wants to watch, but he can’t. His eyes squeeze shut as he growls low. Daisy even moans around him and Billy’s hips jerk forward, shoving deeper down her throat and fuck, she takes it like a champ. He has to pull out so he doesn’t cum. She squeezes the base of him, like she knows he’s close. Licks her lips as he peers up at him. And for the first time, he notices she’s got her skirt hiked up, panties pushed to the side as she rubs her pussy.

“You taste so good, daddy,” she tells him, “makes me so wet.”

“Let me see,” Billy goads her.

Daisy leans back, spreads her legs as she drags her fingers up and down her glistening folds. She spreads her lips, really showing off for him before sinking two fingers into her cunt. He gets on his knees, pulls her to the edge of the bed and pulls her panties off. Billy pushes her skirt up higher and she’s holding her legs up for him. He dives in, licking against her pussy. Billy groans at the taste, sweet and just a little tangy. Daisy moans, spreading her legs even further as he devours her. And fuck, she sounds so pretty. He eats her out like a starving man. More hungry than he’s ever been. The attraction here is fucking otherworldly. Billy cannot remember feeling so aroused by another woman. He feels a little insane from it, putting everything he has into licking her out. Nose bumping into her clit as he circles his tongue around her hole. Daisy’s not holding back, body shaking against the sheets as she wails. He can feel her wetness coating his cheeks and chin, she’s practically pouring out.

“Fuck,” she gasps, “Oh, my god, Billy!”

He moves his lips back up to her clit, slipping two fingers inside her pulsing cunt. Licking her clit rapidly, sliding his fingers in and out and he can feel her squeezing his digits. Keeps working until her legs snap shut, locking him in as she wails and seizes against the bed. He can feel her cumming, even wetter than she was and her walls tighten around his fingers. He keeps licking her until she’s pushing him away.

Daisy sits up, grabs Billy by the hair and pulls him into a kiss. No doubt tasting herself. There’s such an intense chemistry, it makes his head spin. And Daisy’s spinning him around. Pushing him on his back and straddling him, she kisses him harshly and reaches between their bodies. Grabs a hold of his cock and guides it towards her pussy, sinking down on it while they both moan out in pleasure. Billy knows they should use protection, that this is a dumb idea but it’s just too good to stop. And really, he can’t recall the night they married but he doubts they used it then and he knows they didn’t the morning after.

If anything, she’s a performer, bouncing on his cock. Her tits are moving with the motion. Billy doesn’t even know where to look, every inch of her body is fucking heavenly. She pulls her hair out of the hair tie, blonde tendrils falling to frame her face yet again. Daisy presses her palm to his chest, face all contorted in ecstasy as he fucks herself on his dick. His hands find her hips, trying to help her but it’s fruitless. Daisy’s a pro, she doesn’t need Billy to help. But he thinks it’s encouraging enough. His legs tense up, feeling alarmingly close because of how gorgeous she looks and how amazing it feels inside her.

Daisy grabs the annulment papers next to Billy’s head, holds them in her hands as she rides him.

“I want this cock forever, daddy,” she confesses and rips the papers in half. He should be pissed, he should be furious. But he cums. No warning. Just shoots inside her.

She cries out from the feeling, speeds up her movements even. The annulment papers lay on Billy’s torso as she rides him through his orgasm.

Billy doesn’t try to get the annulment papers again and Daisy moves into his trailer three days later.

[sunflowerharrington]

STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST

BOYS

the color of lust is red (steve x eddie x billy) (18+)

you’ve never been to heaven, have you? (steve x fem!reader, billy x fem!reader) (18+)

you don’t deserve it (steve x billy x eddie x gn reader) (18+)

dreamy brown and blue eyes (18+)

daisy chains (harringrove’s version) (18+)

GIRLS

COMING SOON…

EDDIE

the chokehold eddie munson has on me (18+)

daddy the grand master, daddy i want it faster (18+)

strawberry lollipops (18+)

neighbours know my name (18+)

obey your master (18+)

those were expensive! (18+)

do i wanna know if this feeling flows both ways? (18+)

friends don’t look at friends that way (18+)

makeup and metallica (aka justice for will byers & his bday)

this bud of love by summer’s ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when we next meet (hargrove!reader)

STEVE

come on, angel. let’s exchange this experience

daisy chains (18+)

promposal gone wrong (18+)

say you’re fucking sorry (18+)

happy screams (18+)

keep quiet (18+)

angel kisses

morning bliss

picture perfect

“i love you”

all my thoughts of you, steve

BILLY

jealousy, jealousy (18+)

you’re my favourite kind of night (Wheeler!reader) (18+)

you’re my favourite kind of night part 2 feat. eddie (Wheeler!reader) (18+)

dominating billy hargrove (18+)

somnophilia (proceed with caution, please, this is dubcon / cnc) (18+)

what’s the matter, baby boy? (18+)

the table (18+)

make you scream (ghostface!billy) (18+)

it’s going to be okay, doll

CHRISSY

COMING SOON

MIKE (all platonic, don’t worry)

no protesting about my offer. let’s go now, pronto! (Wheeler!reader)

ROBIN

steve playing cupid on halloween for robin

NANCY

COMING SOON

JONATHAN

COMING SOON

PETER/HENRY/VECNA/001

COMING SOON

ARGYLE

all my thoughts of you, argyle (sfw and nsfw)

MAX

he tore you asunder (but i’ll stitch you back together) this one is not x reader

[withoneheadlight]

very close, very close to the bone

{ max (& billy) | season 4 spoilers (kinda) | tangentially harringrove | spanish version | AO3 }

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They find it in the trunk.

It’s the police who bring it. Shiny, black plastic bag, one of those huge ones, those as suitable for getting crammed with trash as for covering a body. Opaque, the kind that won’t let you get a peek. And Max’s only thirteen but this is the third she’s seen. Her grandma. Billy. Whatever’s inside this one the officers solemnly hand to Neil Hargrove.

Max feels like breaking something: the brand-new vase her mom reverently placed this morning in the dining room, yellow daisies overflowing. The sympathetic but stiff ‘I’m so sorry for your loss’ expressions in the officers’ faces. The freshly served plates with their steaming chicken soup waiting for them at the table.

The stoic, perfectly composed, solemn smile of Billy's father.

Because they’ll say it and Max knows it. They'll talk about it on their way down the gravel path on the front and will nod it to each other as they fasten their seat belts. They'll forget about everything else and just remember that by the time they've turned the key in the ignition, and then they'll go telling it around town for days, for weeks, an echo that starts at the Hargrove’s house on a Friday at seven and repeats and repeats and repeats itself until everyone has had the chance to feel adequately admiring.

What a man. Such fortitude. Hasn't shed a single tear. What an example of character.

And Max feels it thin, fragile, the skin of her knuckles, from how hard she’s clenching her fists.

When the officers finally excuse themselves with a light gesture and a nod, Neil shuts the door close very, very slowly.

The bag hits the floor with a bam! when he lets it slip down his hand. Round, gigantic, it looks fake, a cartoon-like bomb.

Neil Hargrove just stands there, staring at it and, on her shoulder, Max feels her mom’s fingers clenching hard, and the clock on the kitchen wall goes click. click. click. But nothing really―

Explodes.

“Maxine―” the voice’s harsh. Low. The hamstrings around Neil Hargrove’s mouth go taut. And Max knows what they’ll say, what will ricochet off tongues and walls and will be carried by the wind, in the end, all along the length and breadth of Hawkins.

But it’ll all be a fucking lie.

“―take all this garbage” his throat works. Up. Down. And Max can see it, just for a split second, how they get stuck in there, all those things nobody will ever get to know about him “Get it out”

When blood starts flowing again, Max’s hands burn, sting.

It costs the pain of biting down into her cheeks but Max nods, does as she’s told.

The bag’s so heavy she’s gotta drag it to take it outside.

When she comes back into the house and sits down to take dinner, Neil and her mom are talking about how incredibly beautiful the new vase looks.

x

Nobody’s ever gonna ask Max what she remembers, when she thinks about the night but, if they did, she’d know exactly what to say. No doubts and chronologically. And if they were to ever ask why, she’d say it’s because those memories are always different from the rest, more clear, focalized. They are the stream of a flashlight finding focus in the middle of the night, the golden circles coming off the street lamps. The flashing flame of a lighter, and the night closing in around.

What Max remembers:

Nights of made-up bedtime stories and nights of fever and warm kisses on the forehead, and falling asleep cuddled up to her mother.

Lullabies in the middle of the night, and his grandmother's sweet singing voice, and the softness of her laughter.

The first night dad didn't come back home, and the light from the hallway seeping in through the crack in her door, golden.

Shouts and a blunt sound coming from the kitchen. Neil Hargrove's low, hoarse, ever-so-reasonable voice, and Billy curled up under the table, crying.

Lucas, Dustin, Mike, Will, El. Sneaking out through her window. Sneaking in through her window. Words whispered under the covers, the static of the radio filling up the air.

And tonight, the night she sneaks out to rescue what little’s left of Billy.

It’s still there. By the dumpster. Dark and immense. A bomb about to blast, just like her brother. And Max is sweating, from the anguish and the pent-up rage and the three-in-the-morning cold sticking to her skin when she finally manages to drag it to her window and,

Under her bed, now Max’s keeping three treasures, stolen before Billy's room became completely empty: his brown leather jacket. The beaded belt that used to hang behind his door. His favorite Metallica album and, now,

The bag feels heavy. So heavy, with all the things kept in there. So Max takes them up one by one, two by two, three by three, carefully adding them to her treasure. Four, five, six in the morning, the clock click-click-clicking, but the bomb doesn’t explode either as Max dismantles it. Retrieves a little more of Billy, piece by piece. Cassettes and lighter gas and some crumpled clothes and some neatly folded clothes and, in a cloth bag, a straw hat fraying at the edges, a blue jacket, an envelope full of pictures.

Pictures of her.

Days of beach and blue sky and days of the light coming-in in stripes of gold through the kitchen’s window, and Billy smiling, and his mom smiling and the park in the afternoon and the blankets of his bed rolled up un a mess in the morning, and presents unwrapped on Christmas Day, and a tiny-tiny Billy barely hitting five with a scrunched up nose and a wide-mouth grin, baby teeth slightly apart and, then, the last one, a blurry polaroid: Steve Harrington’s hand, trying to block the lens of the camera, the sun aflaming his hair from behind and a happy smile, of joy and complicity and that other something. The kind of smile that illuminates everything the sun cannot.

The jacket, Max suddenly recognizes, is his and, for a split second of silliness, she thinks about whether maybe, maybe she should, give it back to him, but then she thinks that, if somebody would ever ask Billy what he remembered, when he thought about blue skies and sunny days, he would have surely thought about the days these pictures were taken. So she puts it all back in the bag again. Slides it under her bed, where from now on she'll be the one to keep it safe.

Then, swallows, comes back outside.

She finds:

That dark-green blanket that used to be on his bed.

A cardboard box with condoms wrappers, movie tickets, perfectly folded dinner receipts, one of those keyrings you can win at the fair that reads 'I love you, asshole', a Bruce Springsteen cassette.

A package wrapped in one of those cheesy birthday papers stamped with butterflies and flowers in pastel-pink shades, the exact kind that never fails to make her cringe. The surface’s crumpled, full of those little white cracks from having been stacked for too long, or too many times handled. It's the first thing that makes her hesitate.

That makes her wonder if she should.

‘Cause Billy is dead. He’s dead but it’s a strange feeling, an impossible feeling, as if his brother’s still occupying invisible spaces, filling the nothingness with his presence even when he isn’t here. And, in her mind, it’s like Max can hear what he’d say, with his perpetual bad mood and a cigarette dancing in between his lips,

“That’s none your business, shitbird”

So she does what she’d have done, if he were still here.

Tears off the paper and says it loud and clear, so he can hear her, "Fuck you."

It’s a skate. Brand new. Smooth, shiny varnish underneath. Drawn right in the center, a skull sticks out its tongue, flips her off, circled by fire.

Max loves it. And hates it. And she doesn't cry.

Thinks, what strength of character, Maxine, what fortitude. And hates herself.

Thinks, Thank you, thinks, asshole. ThinksI hate you, I hate you, I hate you so fucking much.

Doesn't even cry when she finds the letter taped to one of the right wheels, lined notebook paper neatly folded in three quarters.

Max unfolds it carefully and,

Starts to read.

x

She knew she’d find it in the junkyard.

It’s on the back, jammed into a corner. Open wound on its nose and badly burnt and, more than a car, Max had always thought of it as a predator. Terrible. Wild. Thundering. Mythological. Now, it just looks like a dead animal.

But even so, Max finds it hard to get close. Finds it hard to touch the rims of the wound and run her fingers along its curves and its ridges, mouth to tail. Hard not to shudder at the seven-thirty-in-the-morning―icy touch burning in the metal and the trepidation running up her spine at the thought that if either of them goes looking into her room, they won't find her there, asleep as they expect her.

(And it won’t be Billy who comes find her this time)

The trunk’s open, and it feels so heavy, when she pushes it up but, Max thinks, there are some stolen treasures that have to be returned.

So she puts in there, the cloth bag with the hat, and the photos, and Steve Harrington's sky-blue jacket.

Among the first of Billy's belongings the police gave to Neil Hargrove the day he was called to the station to certify his only son’s dead were: a wristwatch, a thin hoop earring, a carved ring, the car keys.

The only time Max heard Neil ask why they weren’t where he’d put them when he came back home (third drawer in the hallway console, behind that pile of bill envelopes and crumpled gas station tickets that keeps and keeps building up). She got slowly out of bed and slid the latch on. Then came back to hide under the covers, trying not to make a sound, her heart drill-drill-drilling into her temples, a metallic taste at the back of her tongue and a question: how long is it going to take for that latch to disappear from the right side of the door, appear on the wrong.

(Like Billy’s)

But the latch’s still where it was and. Neil never asked again so―

Max closes the trunk and turns the key.

The next part is the hardest.

She's been carrying it around for weeks. Thought she was waiting for the courage but. She was waiting for the rage.

And it comes. It burns her eyes. Her throat. Spreads like wildfire. And Max thought she knew rage. She swallows it, vomits it, breathes it, inhabits it every day, drowns in it, like living under the weight of water. But the rage she feels that same morning in the house at the end of Cherry Lane is different. It’s white, like the fresh coat of paint Neil Hargrove’s spreading on the facade, stained hands and a ‘Good morning, sweetheart’ and the smell of coffee and toast at seven in the morning, his mother's curls fluttering, red and precious, when she leans over to kiss her, asking, “Honey, what do you want for breakfast?”.

And the sun was flooding in through the window, gold and beautiful and warm. A perfect morning. A perfect life. A perfect family.

It's only been a month.

And Max thinks of that parallel darkness creeping around Hawkins. Violent and twisted and terrifying. She thinks That's reality. That, and not this.

The next part is the hardest but Max bites down on her cheeks and unlocks the driver's door and sits back into the seat. And inhales. Inhales―

She can’t breathe.

There’s a grave. But it’s empty. It says William Hargrove. It's not his brother's grave.

She turns the key to open the glove compartment.

That isn’t but this one is. This forgotten skeleton and the memory long wide roads and heavy metal, the rumbling of music still throbbing under the rotting skin of the dead beast. The smell of leather and cigarettes and that aggressive, kamikaze, inevitable way of living that was only his.

She grips the steering, tight, Mad Max she thinks, and the rage’s so white, it’s blinding.

‘Cause this is it. This is his brother's grave.

And she’s crying.

The first scream rips her throat off. High. High. To the top of her lungs, the highest. Makes way for the next. The next. Fuck you! Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou. She screams till it feels like they’re burning― the forest all around and this cemetery and the inside of the car. Like she’s burning. Watching through the tears how the flames creep high and high and higher, eating it all up. Devouring. Screams until her chest is hurting. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck all of you! Because the letter said Dear Max and,

Fuck you too, Billy. Fuck you!.

Now her brother’s dead.

When she finally stops, the world around’s still sun and clear morning sky at the end of summer. There aren’t ashes nor remains. But Max can breathe now. Can reach the letter she’s been carrying in her pocket.

She puts it in the glove compartment and,

“Thanks for the skate” she tells him, because if there’s anywhere he’d listen that’s here, inside this piece of metal that’s not breathing nor living not fighting, because it’s missing its heart. Inside this piece of metal where Billy kept all the things he loved. His treasure.

She wipes her tears with the back of her sleeve. Says, softly, "I'm so sorry too."

Gets out of the car and locks it up. The cold’s cutting like a knife, so she snuggles into her jacket, thinking that maybe it will fit her now, even if it's still a little big, that leather one she’s keeping safe under her bed that screams Billy, like no one’s screaming it.

The one that’d paint white-blinding-rage that Neil Hargrove's perfect, charming smile everyone talks so much about.

"See you tomorrow. Asshole" she says by way of goodbye, but still stares for a while at the way the painting shines under the rays of sun cracking the cold, the way the clouds reflect on it, the blue sky spilling on it like ink over the ocean.

x

She comes back the next day.

And the next, and the next.

Comes back every day.

Doesn't open the glove compartment again until two weeks later. Late August and the sleeves of Billy’s leather jacket rolled up tight up to her elbows and Neil Hargrove's picture-perfect smile peeling off like cheap paintwork and―

A letter.

There. A letter. Not the one Max’s got in her pocket now, not the one she wrote days ago, on that night, and left there even though she knew Billy could never find it. But a letter written on yellowed paper so skinny it shows-through, rigorously folded in three quarters.

Max's heart surges and she feels it thin, fragile, the extension of all her skin.

Because it marks into the paper, the long, crooked calligraphy, so harsh in some spots that it tears, hurts, but so soft, so delicately soft in others, curves that sway over each other, the ocean’s shore drawn in blue pen.

It’s Billy's handwriting.

Max slams the door close. Pulls the lock. Takes a deep, deep breath, hot leather and build-up heat, the smell of stale cigarettes and boy and all those times he took her to and back from school, the pool, the mall, to the wide, infinite beaches of California. The long, long drive here.

Hope creeps up her throat and Max catches it with her teeth, can’t let it slither out. It's too much. Too much.

Reaches for the letter.

It starts exactly like the other. With that thing they’ve never said out loud. That thing with which Max started her first. Her second letter. By the time she finishes, hope has turned into a snake, it slips out her mouth, curls around her ribs, bites at its own tail and squeezes, her heart, her stomach, her lungs. It’s a deceitful kind of hope, it begins and ends with Billy’s words when he writes,

―and I don't know where I am, Max. But I think it’s hell, and I'm scared.

But Max―grits her teeth, swallows her tears. Max knows where he is and, knows how you kill a snake, too.

Her brother told her how.

Chops off the head of that way in which hope’s strangling her, paralyzing her, because Billy’s in the upside-down but he's alive. He’s alive.

So she digs a pen out of her backpack and turns Billy's letter over, writes hers on the back with that thing they’ve never said out loud, and then seven words,

Dear Billy,

Hang in there, we're coming for you and, signed,

Mad Max.

Her hand’s trembling as she lays it like that, unfolded, fully displayed in the glove compartment.

So it’s the first thing Billy sees.

"Don't die, shithead" she says, inhales deeply "Okay?" her lips taste like spilled salt when she adds "Just wait for me."

She locks the car when she slides out. Now she knows there's someone on the other side who’s got the key too and, also, that some secrets gotta stay between siblings and, then―

She starts running.

Something in the world goes click. click. click: this time, Max is the bomb.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 08 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.5 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Hearts Wide Open

Silently, you let Billy pull you inside. You can't help but give a quick look around as he closes the door. “Are you busy?” You ask, gesturing at the TV.

“I was going to work out but...” He walks over there and turns it off. “I–” Someone knocks, cutting him off. “Who's this?”

“Delivery for Susan Hargrove.” A male voice says, and Billy rolls his eyes.

“Give me a sec.” He mutters before heading to the door.

Nodding, you pace around the living room. There's a bench press in the middle of it, and the bellbar seems very heavy. Walking further inside, you give a glance at the door. Billy seems to be arguing with the guy, so you decide to explore, walking through a small hall. On the first door, you hear some music, so it's probably Max's room. You go for the next door, slowly opening it.

It doesn't take much time until you notice it's Billy's room. He doesn't seem like he's done arguing, so you walk in. The bed is messed up, and there are movie posters on the wall. Walking around, you notice a couple of pictures on the inside of his wardrobe door, which was left open. In one of them, a blonde woman is looking away, a hand keeping her hair away from her face. In the other, the same woman with a kid next to her, both smiling. It's Billy's mother, that's clear.

“Sneaky,” Billy says, startling you a little.

Stepping away from the wardrobe, you clear your throat. “Sorry, Mmm... She's beautiful.” You mutter, gesturing at the pictures. “And you seemed very happy.”

“I was.”

“Yeah...” Taking a deep breath, you cross your arms. “B, I...”

“I'm sorry, (Y/N).”

Shrugging your shoulders, you walk over to the bed, sitting on the edge, eyes locked on your hands. “Why did you... Why did you disappear like that?” You didn't plan on getting all sentimental, but it's just flowing out. “We were fine... Normal and then... You just left.”

“Stacy pushed you because of me. People are... People are starting to notice we're around each other a lot and they'll start calling you a slut. And... I already screwed up my life, I can't screw up yours.” Billy sits next to you, so you pull a leg up, folding it under you and turning your body towards him.

“First of all, I need to know if what you said at the mall still stands. Or else I'll sound like an idiot.” Keeping your voice low, you try not to sound too nervous.

“Every single word. That's why I decided to step away.”

Nodding, mostly to yourself, you sigh. “I... I was trying, you know? Trying to see if we would work out somehow.” You didn't want to admit it, but here you are. And if you don't speak your heart now, you never will. “We're extreme opposites but I do enjoy spending time with you. And the friendship we're creating is good so when you left, when you disappeared, skipped school... It upset me.” Looking down, you see his hand on the mattress. Shyly, and very slowly, you take it, your fingers caressing his. “If you're tired of me, of... Waiting to see how things play out, it's alright. But please, go back to school. Keep studying because I'll help you no matter what. Just... Just don't do this.”

Billy takes a deep breath before taking your hand in his and moving closer. “I disappeared because you're the only person whose life I can't ruin. I can't be the reason why you get hurt, or called mean names, or–”

“I don't care about what people think or say, Billy. I only care about what's real. What's happening here and...” Shrugging your shoulders, you pull his hand up with yours, just to make your point clear. “It's freaking good so far. At least to me.”

“A girl like you should stay away from guys like me.”

“I know.” Nodding, you bite your lip. “My mother and I spoke about it. About you. So did Nancy, and Steve... They warned me not to fall for your games.”

“There are no games, not with you.” The honesty hits you a different way, and you can't help but smile.

You're aware of what people say, and you know the things Billy did. But you can see the difference now. Billy never tried anything. No flirting, no cheesy pick-up lines, not calling you to a ‘more quiet place’. Nothing. He's being... A completely different person. He treats you nicely, a freaking gentleman, something you never expected of him. Mostly not after the way he approached you last year, all charming and wicked smiles. This is different. This is real.

“Billy... I called before coming and your sister answered the phone.” You start, wondering if you should really ask what you're about to ask. But still, you need to. You need to know if you can allow certain feelings to emerge. “She said something about a keychain and... She said that... That she thinks you're in love with me.” The last part is barely a whisper, and you wonder if he even heard you.

Billy doesn't answer, he just stands up, walking away.

“B, I'm–”

“It fell from your bag last year.” He says, and you turn around on the bed, finding him next to the nightstand, a metal daisy flower in his hand. “I was going to give it back but it was broken so... I don't know. I wanted to just throw it away but I ended up keeping it.”

“Why, B?”

“Because it reminded me of you.” Stretching out his arm, he passes it over to you. You remember it now, taking the cold metal in your hands. “I thought it was everything I would ever have. A broken keychain and those moments that I got to look at you from afar.”

After a while, you give it back to him. It takes a few seconds before he takes it, sighing. “I always noticed you staring. I just never knew why.”

“I may be.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you tilt your head to the side a little. “I don't get it.”

“I may be in love with you.” His voice is heavy, and you can see in his eyes that he feels vulnerable. Billy Hargrove admitting he's in love with a girl? This might be hard for him.

“I like you, B. So... Don't decide things for me.” Getting up from the bed, you walk over where he stands. “I don't care about mean names, or stupid girls pushing me. I can deal with that. And you can't ruin my life, I'm the only one who can do that.” Taking his hand, you look up into his eyes. “And I don't think you ruined yours. You can still fix things. You are fixing things.”

“With your help.”

“With my help.” You agree with a smile. “So what do you say? Can we please go back to normal, you and I?”

Billy's lips break into a smile, and he nods. “Is that what you want? To be seen with the bad boy? You, princess of Hawkins.”

“That's Nancy's nickname.” Stepping backward, you smirk at him.

“Oh, yeah. Yours is ‘pretty girl’.” He quickly ends the distance between you two, towering over you.

“Stacy wouldn't agree.”

“Stacy is jealous.” Billy lightly touches your cheek, so softly you barely feel his fingers, like a ghost. “I'll say it a million times over, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen.”

“Am I?” You shyly ask, eyes focused on his. Billy was never this close, and it makes your stomach burn.

“You are.” Suddenly, he steps away, walking around you, straight to the door. “Your tits are fine by the way.” He says from the hall, when he's already out.

Your whole face burns, and you storm after him. “First of all, don't use that word.” You yell, walking fast to the living room. Billy is by the bench press, ready to lift the bellbar. “Second, drop that. We're going to study until you pass out.”

“What?”

“I'm not asking.” Raising an eyebrow, you put both hands on your hips. “C'mon, Hargrove.”

It takes a while until he drops the bar, eyes rolling before he follows you.

The drive to your place is on separate cars. You'd stay at his house, but you were quick to get that his father is a problem, so it's just easier to do it at your place.

When you get there, you make a show opening the front door, gesturing for him to get inside.

“Mom, I got Billy back!” You shout.

“Good to know you're better from that cold, Billy.” She says from upstairs.

“A cold?”

“Yeah. It was that or tell Mrs. Martinez you were skipping class.” Shrugging your shoulders, you go to the dining room, settling down in your usual place. “So we're ok now? Friends again?”

“Friends again.” He agrees, searching for your hand under the table and grabbing it, thumb caressing the back of your hand. “As long as you want me around.”

Smiling, you nod. “As long as I want you around.” You snap back with a sassy tone. “Now, immunology.”

“Immunology it is.”

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[barbarasbae]

Even in Hawkins- First of Many

Part 16  master list

Billy Hargrove x Fem! Reader x Steve Harrington

Word Count: 1.5k 

Warnings: smut, family units/children are had, 18+, Billy is a pile of mush for his family 

heres a corny ending to something i’ve been working on for a year and a half. might post one of the better versions of it later but heres an ending for now

You excited?” Y/n teased Billy, sliding hands under his zip up. “I guess.”

“What’s wrong?” He raised an eyebrow, eyes flitting over her body. “I’m in a hoodie and sweatpants and you’re in that.” That being jeans with one of his button up shirts.

“You get to wear whatever you want on dates when you save the world.” She tugged gently on a curl. He huffed, pulling his omega into a hug. His omega had a nice sound to it. “Smell so good.” Y/n trilled, squeezing him gently. The doorbell rang, startling them both. She scrunched his hair on his scalp, him smacking her hands away.  “You’re trying to make me look worse.”

“I don’t think it’s possible for you to even look bad, Bill.” He rolled his eyes. He still wasn’t used to the gnarled scars after having them for almost two months. “Don’t roll your eyes at me mister.” 

“I’ll roll them if I want. They feel like the only part of me that can move right now.” He retorted, Y/n sticking her tongue out at him and opening the front door. “Hey Steve.”

“Hi...I brought you these.” He held out flowers to Y/n with a blush. “Thank you.” 

“And I brought you this.” He gave Billy a box, the blond taking it with shaking hands. “Do you need your medicine?” Y/n asked quietly when she noticed. He shook his head, opening the box to a sand dollar earring. It made him chuckle. “Thanks, pretty boy.” 

Billy shut the door behind Steve, Y/n in the kitchen making popcorn. “Can I kiss you?” Steve asked Billy, stepping into his space. “W-uh, sure.” Billy was red faced, Steve placing his hands on Billy’s wrist and hip, giving him a gentle kiss. Billy followed him as he pulled back, Steve laughing under his breath. “There can be more of that later if you want.” Billy nodded, getting a barked out laugh from the tall omega. “I have a couple different movies.” Y/n announced, bowl of popcorn in her arms. They made their way to the living room, Billy stopping her before they made it to the couch. He cupped her face in his hands, giving her a long wet kiss. It made her smile. “What was that for?” He shook his head, kissing her forehead. “Ooh, let’s watch this one.” Steve held up The Terminator.  

Everything was going well, an omega on each side of Billy. Y/n tucked her nose in Billy’s neck, her hand on his stomach. Steve was holding his free hand. Billy pulled his hand back and slid an arm around Steve’s shoulder, the older boy smiling at the pink faced blond. “Can you take some of the blankets off? It’s getting hot.” He asked Y/n, kissing her temple. “Why are you being so sweet?” She asked quietly, hugging him again, hand sliding a little farther down to his thigh. He shrugged before suddenly stiffening, Steve’s hand on his other thigh. “I forgot how horny The Terminator makes you.” He teased Y/n, her glaring at him. The boys laughed, but fell back into silence fairly quickly. Steve palmed over Billy’s sweatpants-covered dick, the blond blushing. “Is this okay? I can stop. Just tell me if-”

“This is fine.” Billy grit out. “Are you okay? Y/n asked, sitting up. He nodded. Steve did it one more time, smirking. “Gonna cum already, alpha?” Billy let out a soft whimper, bringing a smile to their faces. Y/n sat on her knees and faced Billy, purring in his ear, rubbing a hand up and down his thigh. “I’m- I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.” Steve got up and pulled the blanket off of Billy, gently pushing the alpha’s thighs open. “Shit, Billy.” Y/n moaned, pre-cum staining his sweatpants where his dick was straining against them. “I wanna ride you.” She cooed, kissing his ear. Steve got between Billy’s legs, nosing at the bulging erection. Billy grunted softly, gripping Y/n’s thigh. “Such a big dick, alpha.” Steve purred,  dragging his tongue over the blond’s cloth covered erection. Billy whined, Y/n making the start of a hickey appear on his neck. Steve sucked the tip into his mouth, Billy jerking his hips and gasping. Both omegas watched cum soak his boxers and sweats, purring. “That feels good, huh?” Y/n asked, rubbing Billy’s shoulder. “Shit.” He croaked, Steve getting up with a pout. “What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to suck him off.” Billy was panting a little harder. “You okay, babe? Steve, can you get him some water?”

“I’m not a baby.” Billy protested, nose to nose with his girlfriend. “I know. Just don’t wanna over do it. Was scary to not have you around.” She told him, nuzzling into him. Steve handed Billy a cup, the omega sitting next to him, both omegas watching him drink. “Stop acting like I’m gonna drown in a cup of water.” 

“Sorry.” 

Billy changed and came back to Y/n and Steve scenting each other, her practically in his lap. “Keep watching?” He asked, grabbing the remote. “Sure.”

They finished the movie, Steve saying he had to work tomorrow. “Don’t usually put out on the first date but it was fun.” He was blushing. Y/n nodded, Billy smiling. He had a good feeling about this. 

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Billy woke up slowly. It was so nice and warm but his alarm was blaring on the nightstand. “Fuck…” He groaned, arm over his eyes. “Fuck!” A high pitched little voice parroted, giggling. Billy shot up, seeing his 4 year old daughter sitting at the end of the bed. “No,no no we don’t say that, Daisy.”

“Fuck.” She declared, little brows furrowed in determination. “Daisy, it’s not a nice word.” 

“But you said it.” She pouted, Billy getting up and holding her on his hip. “I did. Let’s just not tell mommy, okay?” She nodded, hugging him. “Where’s Steve?” Billy called to Y/n as he entered the kitchen. She was making food for their 7 and 5 year old sons. “He’s getting dressed.” 

Billy set Daisy in her chair and kissed the back of Y/n’s shoulder. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, stinky breath.” She teased, Billy blowing a raspberry on her neck that got her to squeal. Steve came into the kitchen in blue scrubs, Y/n handing him his lunchbox. “Be safe. Love you.” She kissed Steve’s cheek, Billy rubbing his nose against the tall omega’s.  “I’m gonna be late. Love you too. Bye babies.” Y/n smiled as the brunet planted wet kisses on each kid, Daisy giving him one back. Billy hugged Y/n, her leaning into him. “You okay this morning?”

“Yeah. Just enjoying my pack. I love you.”

“I love you too. You’re on bath duty.”

“Nooo!” Came a chorus of protests. Y/n laughed. “Good luck.”

“Who needs luck when you have talent?”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Sure, big man.”

Billy stuck his tongue out at her and snatched up Axle, the youngest boy. She did it back. “What?” She asked him, the blond looking over her. “Nothing. Just enjoying the view.” 

“Such a dork, Billy.” 

“Isn’t that how I charmed you?”

“No. That was a special feature I had to unlock. Go bathe your filthy child.” She teased, Axle protesting that he wasn’t filthy. Steve came back through the door. “You okay?”

“Roads closed because of snow. Couldn’t get out of the neighborhood.”

“Lucky us.” She kissed his pink nose, helping him take off the layers. “Stop ‘enjoying the view’ and give him a bath.” She told Billy. He put his son down and told him to meet him in the bathroom. “Did I ever tell you what I wanted the first time I saw you guys?” They shook their heads, Y/n hugging Steve. “Wanted you both. Wanted a pack. Can’t believe I pulled it off.” 

“DAD!” Billy cringed and left them, the omegas giggling as their kids followed Billy into the bathroom. “How’d we ever go for that?”

“Hm?” Steve was playing with the hem of her shirt. “Sorry, I was thinking about all the stuff we like to do on my days off.” His hand slid around to her ass, squeezing. 

“Problem, all the kids will have the day off too.” 

“Damn, it’s like we enjoy making them or something” He joked, Y/n smiling up at him. “I think you both lucked out that The Terminator makes me horny.” 

“God that’s so lame!

“It’s true though. I’ve always been mad I didn’t get to see Bill dressed up like him in ‘84” Steve groaned. “I feel like we’d be in a much different situation now,” 

“Probably.” They giggled. 

Billy heard his mates laughing in the kitchen, the kids making a mess of water. Thank god 17 year old Billy was a huge perv. Billy was never gonna get used to how lucky he’s got it. 

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Adrenaline Rush (Billy Hargrove Ch. 30)

A Scene from Chapter Thirty of my Billy Hargrove Slowburn Enemies to Lovers Fic archiveofourown.org

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Henderson OC (Halle)

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I applied a liberal amount of the lotion to my skin knowing any spot I missed would burn. I did not want to spend the rest of my vacation in pain. Hargrove mirrored my motion beside me, which was surprising. During his lifeguarding shifts, I was sure he oiled himself first. I had never brought it up, but it was obvious with the shine of his skin and the light undertone beneath his cologne.

As I reached my shoulder he tugged the bottle out of my hands and motioned for me to turn around. I sat with my legs crossed as he squeezed the lotion into his hand. He dropped the bottle on the blanket before pressing his palm into my skin. I remained stock still as his warm hand moved along my back, massaging the lotion into my muscles. I wanted to lean into the touch, lean back until I was pressed against his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. 

He lifted the straps of the bikini top and spread the lotion beneath. He was working his way from my neck down my back. I could feel his motions slowing as he reached the small of my back. His hands almost stopped before his thumbs rubbed the sunscreen along the skin above the electric blue bottoms. It wasn’t until his thumbs slipped just beneath the waistband that my posture instinctively straightened at the tension of my back muscles. After he was sure the lotion was properly applied he removed his fingertips from my waistband. His hands lingered on my back before retracting. 

He cleared his throat and handed the bottle out toward me. I grabbed it accidentally brushing against his fingers before turning towards him. He was practically facing the other way by the time I was sitting facing him. 

I pressed my sunscreen-coated palm against his shoulder blade and felt him slightly tense before relaxing. My other hand held him in place by the shoulder. It was one of the only times I had ever touched his bare skin. It was soft and warm beneath my permanently cold fingers. I could feel all the muscles in his back and how they constricted with any shift he made. I silently thanked him for his dedication to his fitness regimen. 

As I neared the waistband of his swim trunks I debated whether I should apply the cream beneath the band. He did it for me so I could assume he would expect the same. It made sense since the fabric would shift and any spot not coated would burn. As I reached his lower back I released his shoulder and reached for the waistband on either side of his hips. Hargrove straightened as I rolled the waistband down once. His waistband sat far lower on his hips than mine did so I couldn’t roll it down further. As I dragged my fingers across the newly exposed skin he shifted his weight. 

Once done I unrolled the fabric and capped the bottle. I pushed myself to my feet and pulled on the 7-Up baseball cap Dustin had gifted me. It was similar to his thinking cap, but the mesh was bright green with a daisy-yellow bill. I reached for my camera and pulled the strap over my head before fiddling with the shutter and aperture settings. 

“Are you coming?” I asked, looking down at the boy who was still sitting on the ground staring at me with his hands in his lap. 

He cleared his throat, “Yeah.”

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