#darce montgomery x reader

[the-ravenist]

That's my wife

Steve Binder x Fem!Black!Reader

Reader and Steve are married, they share both of their last names, reader is somewhat tall, reader is a boss ass bitch, reader is implied/mentioned to be infertile, reader is female(sorry), Steve is a simp for reader, suggestive dialogue(no smut), reader wears pants, reader and Steve match accessories, and protective!Steve(I think)

The smell of cigarette smoke fills the sound room, multiple eyes focusing on Elvis on the stage below, the young man's voice blasting through the speakers. The abrupt sound of the door slamming gains the attention of people in the room, yet a pair of blue eyes stay focused on the act below. Those pairs of blue eyes belong to the amazing Steve Binder-(L/N), a great man, producer, friend, partner, and husband, yes husband.

Steve had the opportunity to work with the infamous Elvis the Pelvis Presley, to produce his Comeback film. At first, he was hesitant to accept the offer, but he could see that Elvis's career wasn't doing...well. But Bones had convinced him, there could be a possibility that old Elvis might come back.

Steve can feel a headache beginning to form, a dull pounding at the back of his head and the slight twitch in his left eyebrow gave it away. If the Conole didn't shut his yapper soon, Steve was gut him like the fat fish he was.

"Kennedys' been shot!"

That definitely broke him from his thought. The backtrack of Elvis's song continued playing through the pen-drop silence throughout the studio.

Dancers, makeup artists, hairdressers, singers, and others alike were piled in the small dressing room, the dialogue of the news lady sounding like white noise besides a couple words Kennedy, shot, and dead stick in the brains of the listeners. The decrease in volume catches the attention of the grieving, Steve stands in front of the TV eyes slightly red and glistening with tears.

"Listen I, uh, I just want to say that," a sad chuckle breaks through his lips. "This nation is hurting, it's lost you know."

A couple of nods and sniffles ring throughout the group.

"It needs a vioce right now, to help heal it," he nods towards Elvis. "You, you have to a statement EP," said man's eyes lighting up.

"Mr. Presely doesn't makes statements." Eyes snap to the colonel.

"He sings here comes Santa Claus", he walks towards Steve menacingly. "And wishes everyone merry Christmas and good night", he continues with a sharp glare on his face.

A beat of somber silence passes by, anger and frustration build up in Steve and Elvis. Steve knows that the Colonel could care less about the president's death and Elvis, he was The Snowman, after all, he was cold in all ways.

"This tragedy, a tragedy yes," fake sympathy is plastered on his face. "But it has nothing to do with us."

At that Steve had calmly stormed out of the room, Bones and Jerry following. Everyone else had walked out of the room slowly after, all going their separate ways to dressing rooms mostly or back to the stage. Steve had walked, well stomped into the sound booth, lighter lighting the cigarette in his hand.

He takes a deep inhale of the toxic smoke, holding it for a beat. He knew that he had a show to run he knew it but during this time, nobody was really in the best mental state to work. As he exhaled the smoke the phone on the best corner rang, he let it ring for two more rings before his shaky hands picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweets, you okay?"

At the sound of your voice, his body instantly slacked. He was glad you called, but that's not what he's worried about at the moment.

"I'm fine puff," he had called you that due to your afro, rather than a halo of curls on top of your head reminds him of a puff of smoke. I know weird comparison.

"'M just a little tired, how about you?"

" 'M not gonna lie to ya sweets," your voice shakes a little. "I'm a lil shakin' up."

Steve puts out his cigarette as he exhales the last bit of smoke. He can feel the dull pounding get a bit louder, now trust me dear reader it's not because of you I promise.

"Yeah, this...event has everyone shakin' up," a small sigh. "I wouldn't be surprised if the damn whole country stopped functioning." A small laugh was heard through the speaker.

"Honestly, I'd believe it," A huff escaped your lips. "Damn near got into a fuckin' car accident when I heard it."

"What?"

"It's nothing though, I'm fine the cars fine," you murmur softly. "And so is my fro." Steve couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

The line is silent for a moment, it's somewhat comforting in a way. "Even though neither of you is facing the other in the comfort of your shared bed, it seems as if you were standing next to one another.

"Hey, puff?"

"...yeah?"

"How do you feel about getting creative again?"

"I'm on my way."

Elvis, Bones, and Jerry are watching Steve pace in the small room. Elvis laying on the floor by the piano, Jerry lounging on the black couch on the wall, and Bones leaning on the crisp black piano watching his friend stress out.

"What's he stressin' about," questions Elvis.

"I don't know E," Jerry says eyes narrowing on the nervous man.

"He's nervous about his dames," Bones speaks up from his spot.

"Wait his girl," Elvis questions. "Why is she comin'?"

"I guess-"

Steven turns around quickly startling the men in the room. He seems calm, yet his eyes give him away; they're wider than normal.

"I'm sorry boys," a hand runs through his hair. "This might seem completely out of character of myself," and was it ever.

"Yeah, we can tell," Jerry mutters. "Why does your girl make you nervous?"

"Huh?"

"Bones had said that your girl was coming," Elvis had said from his spot on the floor.

"And we want to know why you're actin' a nervous mess," Bones continued.

"Well if I'm being honest boys," Steve reluctantly starts. "I'm worried how she would think of y'all, minus Bones."

Well, it's not like you were a judgmental person or anything like that. It's just that you're kind of intimidating in a way.

"What," Elvis says through a small laugh. "Whaddaya mean?"

"Now listen EP," Steve's is laced with seriousness. "This woman is very important to me, she's the best out there for this operation."

"So please behave," he slightly begs.

"But still be yourself, and don't say anything stupid," Bone adds.

"Don't worry my mama taught me better than to disrespect a woman," Elvis says as he sits in a crisscross position.

"Good, 'cause she'll," he takes a glance at his watch. "She'll be here any minute now."

Just as he says that the door is pushed open, with a dark brown heeled boot. And those boots are paired with brown high-waisted pants, a white turtle neck, and a pearl necklace.

"Sorry that I'm late, sweets," the woman closed the door with her heel.

"I had to speed back home to get the stuff that I thought we could use, but then I realized that I had no fuckin' scissors," she dropped the bags full of supplies on the couch next to Jerry.

"So, I had to drive to the store to get scissors, and I realized that we'd might be here a while so I bought myself a silk scarf cause why the hell not, and-"

Steve grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you a bit, to stop her rambling. She had stopped talking as she looked at Steve with wide (e/c) eyes.

"Puff, I'm glad you're here but we have company," his eyes dart to the people behind her.

"Shit," she looked at the men behind her. "Right, my bad y'all." She coughs to clear her throat. "Hello, my name is (Y/N) (L/N)-Binder, and I'll be helping y'all 'cause y'all desperately need it."

"Now excus-"

"And you, white and sideburns," you point to the boy on the floor. "You must be the big Elvis the Pelvis Presly," the boy smirks a bit. "Now I'm not a big fan of yours but I have to admit you have some hip swingn' songs." The woman demonstrates as she moves her hips a bit.

"Well thank you," Elvis trails off, not sure if what the woman had said was a compliment or not.

"It's no problem," she dismisses, she puts her attention on the entire group.

"Now what have we gotten so far hmm?"

Silence

"Have y'all at least started on a song?"

"I mean," Jerry bravely speaks up. "We sort of do," (Y/N)'s sharp (e/c) eyes are basically pinning him to the couch.

"All right let's hear it."

And then the construction begins.

"Alright, the song is done," she sighs in exhaust. " And let me tell you, y'all are by far the hardest people I've worked with."

Jerry and Elvis gawk at the confidence of the women in front of them.

"Now E," the switch from sarcasm to seriousness throws off the boys. "It's quiet obvious to anyone with an IQ of a basic human being, that your career has been nothing but a pile of flaming shit lately."

Steve chokes on a bit on the smoke of his cigarette.

"But with this song and a killer outfit by my design," you can see a child-like excitement spark in Elvis's blue eyes. "You'll bounce back in no time."

"Now," you snap loudly. "How does everyone feel about leather?"

.

.

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"Good night boys, I'll see your show tomorrow m'kay," you say as you watch the guys leave. Leaving you and Steve in the small room.

You plop your body down on the dark green couch, body slacking once it hits the cushion. A sigh leaves your mouth and your eyes begin to close.

"God, I'm getting old. I've never been that tired in a hot minute," you mutter as you grab your head scarf from your purse.

Steve nonchalantly kneels before you, hands reaching for your boots.

"You're not getting old, you need to stop saying that," he mutters as he unzips your left boot and gently slides it off your foot, hands moving to unzip the right one.

"Oh right, I'm not getting old. I'm aging," your speech is sarcastic. Yet Steve ignores it and places your boots next to the piano.

Steve plops himself on the couch next to you as you wrap your hair with the scarf. The scarf in which looks similar to the ascot that you're husband is wearing around his neck. Once finished you wrap your leg around his waist and your arms around his neck. As if automatically, he wraps an arm around your waist and slides a hand into your back pocket.

"You know what else ages," Steve croons teasingly as he locks eyes with you. You hummed in a curious tone.

"Wine, wine ages," he leans his head forward, lips grazing yours.

"'nd you my darling puff, are some very fine wine~" His lips finally touched yours. Once your lips touch you fight back a smile as his comment registers.

"Oh, Mr. Binder you are the devil in disguise I swear," you're able to say through the onslaught of kisses you're receiving.

"If I'm the devil, you're my angel in disguise," he purrs as he continues his trek of kisses to your neck.

"Okay, now you ruined the mood," you snort as you push his head back slightly.

"Aw whaddya mean," he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"... he's so young sweets, too young."

"I know."

"He looks like a young man but has the eyes of a man who works at an office 9-5. Tired, stressed, yet yearning."

You begin to play with Steve's fingers as you begin to ramble.

"He misses his mama Stevie, he stuck to me like glue. Kept looking at me, as if he was looking for affirmation. Like a child would."

"God Stevie, why do I want someone to look at me like that again?"

Your eyes begin to water as you subconsciously rub your stomach.

Steve frowned at your sadness, he knew you wanted kids. The both of you did. The thought of having a little bundle of y'all's creation running around the house made him smile. Of course y'all have tried but when you went to a doctor the worse news has erased that dream. As an interracial couple adopting a child was harder than it looked, so in the end it was replaced with two fur babies you have at home.

Oh, Harley and June, two energy filled great danes. They're probably sleeping in your shared bed, drooling all over the sheets. The thought of them brings a small to your face.

You look at Steve's blue eyes. Oh, how you love those blue eyes. You cup his cheek, he leans into it, it makes you snort. You peck his lips, once, twice.

"Let's go home Stevie," you hop off his lap. You bend over to grab your boots and bags. Steve of course can't help but take a glance at your ass. Those pants accentuated everything. You pop right back up and turn to Steve, who still sits on the couch looking up at you. "I have to go home and sew a leather suit for a 6'2 man."

Your husband groans as he reluctantly gets up from the couch, standing in front of you.

"Do you ever rest?" His hands grip your hips as he sways them a bit.

"Yes, but only during a full moon," you tease with a smile.

"That tracks," you let out a squeak of a shock. He turns you around and carries you bridal style.

"I'll have you know that I'm working because I want to," your arms automatically curl around his neck. Steve takes the bags from your hands and puts them as far up on his arms as possible.

"Mhmm, puff y'know Harley and June don't need set after set of pajamas, he remarks as you begin to walk out of the office.

"But they're cute~."

[barnesboo1967]

Pool date with Billy Hargrove

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB's Recommendation List: February '23 Part 2

Welcome to February's recommendation list, part two. If you haven't already, you can find part one here. The last list had 32 fanfiction recs in it this one might come in a little under as I have my cousin coming to visit me the last few days of the month. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, or your stories, or even just your blog, please feel free to tag me, in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. I hope your valentines day was a good one and those partaking in Lent, you got this! Happy March everyone!

WE REACHED THE LIMIT ON THIS LIST! FROM NOW ON, I'LL TRY & NOT TO MAKE IT SO LONG. SORRY!

🌹 February '23 Pt 1

March '23 🍀

Masterlist

Billy The Kid: The Playlist (Billy O'Grady) - "So what is wrong with another sin?" - "Rock You Like A Hurricane" by Scorpions

King Billy O'Grady (Moodboard)

Playlist for Uhtred the Berserker - "You'll be a man, boy!" - "Run Boy Run" by Woodkid

Uhtred the Berserker (Moodboard)

Thomas Micheal Shelby - "There was no doubt that Tommy Shelby had a soul and a heart that beat."

Luca Changretta (Moodboard)

Thomas Shelby "I Need My Girl" (Mood Board)

A Daughter's Return (Moodboard)

Tommy Shelby Pinterest Ask Game (Moodboard)

Lavender Haze >> Tommy Shelby x Estella Holland (Moodboard)

ONE-SHOTS:

*36 Minutes by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Reader gets stood up, but is it really so bad? | Ace delivered again in her Valentine's Day Fic Special. Cranking out some of the best works, I've ever read.

*As The World Caves In by @areyenotfondofmelobster >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: What would you do when your world comes caving in? | I did indeed cry at this beautifully written masterpiece.

Bound By Blood by @noforkingclue >> Dark!Vampire!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You never expected that working for the Shelbys would be easy. However, you never expected you would gain the interest of Tommy, let alone what would happen next. | This was so freaking good seriously. I never knew I needed Vampire!Tommy till I read this. I need more Vampire!Tommy.

*A Christmas Journey by @notyour-valentine >> Tommy Shelby & Secretary - Summary: A Journey back from London in the Christmas Season with his secretary doesn't go as planned. | If I’m being honest, I’m not one for Christmas, but this could get me in the mood for Christmas. I love how this takes you into the mind of Tommy and how his secretary influences his view. So well written.

Daddy's Girl by @gypsy-girl-08 >> Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader - Summary: Tommy's world revolves around his two girls, his wife, and his daughter. | This was cute and a nice change of pace to read. I would like to see more Dad!Tommy and Uncle!Finn as well.

*For A Good Cause by @peacexatxlast >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy is in a mood and snaps at Frances. His wife does not approve... | So hot and so well-written!

*Mama Bear by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader - Summary: Inspector Campbell thinks he can get to Tommy through his daughter. Mrs. Shelby finds out and is having none of that. | So good. It's a good reminder to never mess with a mother who loves her child and her family.

Punishment by @mxpseudonym >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy’s wicked games leave you breaking the rules, but punishment for you means punishment for him too. Who can hold out the longest? | This is perfectly Spicy!

Red Lipstick by @cupidsheqrts >> John Shelby x Reader - Summary: You feel flattered when Charlie Shelby asks to marry you while your husband feels like he could strangle his nephew. | This was so adorable to read. I loved everyone's reaction as you read along.

*The Recovery by @cillmequick >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy ruins his own specially planned Valentine’s evening and has to work hard to get back in his wife’s good books. | This is so good! I think I may have blushed while reading it was so good.

Tommy Pressing His Forehead to Yours by @zablife >> dark!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Ambushed by the Italians, the Shelby family, especially Tommy does everything he can to figure out who did it. | You know it’s good writing when the writer can get your heart to drop to the bottom of your stomach. Lee does what she does best, writing.

MINI-SERIES:

SERIES:

Betrayal by @cillmequick >> Tommy Shelby x Reader x Luca Changretta - Summary: Tommy and Y/N have been together, in secret, for some time, after growing up together on the streets of Small Heath. Tommy was poised to have everything he ever wanted until a colossal error of judgment comes back to haunt him and he finds himself on the wrong side of the woman he loves. | If you haven't read it yet, please do yourself a favor, grab a drink, and get ready to be blown away.

DRABBLES:

Day 14 by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: This is a request I made where Tommy gets the marriage license for their marriage. | I'm so happy with how it turned out. It felt like I was getting a Valentine's Day gift.

MINI-SERIES:

Try a Little Tenderness by @ramp-it-up >> Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Reader - Summary: Steve can't win you with presents. He's got to try a little tenderness. | I came here for the pairing and stayed for the plot. It’s so hot, the plot, that is. Please enjoy this as much as I did.

ONE-SHOTS:

His Most Prized Possession by @bucky-barnes-diaries >> Dark!Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader - Summary: You’re the wife of the most feared man in all of New York City, James Buchanan Barnes, the mob boss of the biggest mafia in town. Your his—his girl, his beauty, his love, his property, his most prized possession. He will torture and kill anyone who dares to make any advances on his woman, and he won’t hesitate to show them who you belong to in the most sinful way possible before their end. | Just the kind of hot you need on a cold winter's morning. It is 🥵 🥵 🥵 y’all! Remember to read the warnings ⚠️!

Shake It Like A Polaroid Picture by @world-of-aus >> Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader - Summary: Bucky loves to take pictures to remember you. | So very spicy, and I loved the writing and teasing!

The Video by @becca-e-barnes >> Pornstar!dbf!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: You find out what your father’s best friend does for work. | Don't ask me why but Pornstar!Bucky and Steve are some of my favorites to read and this one does not disappoint me. You get a good dose of feels, along with a good dose of spiciness in this.

Unattainable by @heavysoldat >> dbf!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: The reader has a horrible, no, good day, in which Bucky comes to save the evening. | If you want something hot to read on a lonely night, this is it for you.

What Goes Around by @navybrat817 >> BFD/DBF!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - Summary: Bucky is your friend's dad and your dad's friend and nothing more. Until he isn't. | This is hot, it’s got the shameless smut, and it’s got the possessive Bucky. What more could you really ask for?

Why Wait by @fatecantstopme >> DBF!Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader - Summary: You've known Bucky for years, but the dynamic between you had begun to shift since you'd graduated college. He suddenly found himself struggling to act normal around you and you decided to make it your mission to find out why. | The jokes in this were fantastic. It had me laughing. The writing in general, was just fantastic, especially when you get to the hot stuff. Highly recommend!

ONE-SHOTS:

In The Shadow by @littlefreya >> General Kirigan x Reader | Geralt x Reader - Summary: Geralt and you are captured by the Darkling and about to find out his means of punishment are quite unusual. | I would have never thought of this crossover, and I'm so glad the writer did. Please read the warnings, its dark but oh-so-good!

*Stories of Us by @writingdumpster >> Jonah Heidelbaum x Hunter!Reader - Summary: Jonah tells the reader he wants to have a family but she doesn't think she's worthy of motherhood after all she's done. | Do you hear that in the distance? That would be my heart breaking and slowly being put back together all in one one-shot. That is how well-written this is!

TEACH ME + R U SHY? by @ramp-it-up >> Lloyd Hansen x Reader - Summary: Lloyd's had his eye on the maid for the past three days, thinking he's struck the gold mine when he's found a 19-year-old virgin. | This is *chefs kiss* perfect. You will not believe the ending.

MINI-SERIES:

Lost Without You Pt. 1 & Pt. 2 by @gypsy-girl-08 >> Cillian Murphy x Reader - Summary: Your six-year relationship with Cillian, comes to an end. Can you both move on? | This made me feel everything I wanted to feel in a two-shot/mini-series. You have the heartbreak, the love, and the devotion the characters have for one another. Very beautiful.

SERIES:

Begin Again Pt. 2 by @teds-mustache-wrangler >> Ted Lasso x OFC!Penny - Summary: When Penny starts working at AFC Richmond as their new head photographer, she catches the eye of a certain mustached, happy-go-lucky, head coach of the team. But can their spark endure through the season’s pressures and the demons of their past? | You don't understand how honored I am to be able to read this before it gets posted, and also to get to see the characters develop. I didn't ever recall laughing at a story before, but this one, this one makes me laugh.

@zablife - Let's take a moment to say happy one-year anniversary to Lee here on Tumblr! She has over 100 writings she accumulated over the year she's been on here, sharing with us. Lee writes for the Peaky Blinder fandom and the fandom is so very lucky to have her.

[elvisabutler]

three little words

summary: soulmates aren't always instant love stories in the world. in fact, you never know when you've found them until they admit their feelings to you. this- this is one of those times. funny how it takes the weirdest things to make people admit feelings. fandom: elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t pairing: steve binder x female reader word count: 1742 warnings: pining. soulmates being dumb. jealousy. elvis being elvis. brief mention of cheating ( elvis related ). pushy mothers. mentions of how steve tried to get in touch with elvis post special only to not get through. author's note: so @blurredcolour was like please feed me a crumb of steve binder and since really i had no plans on doing an austin or an elvis piece for valentines i figured what's the harm in doing a steve one and a jerry one. if i do a late piece for either austin or elvis don't question it. post sick/healing brain is a fun idea magnet. this not my favorite piece but my brain went to a place, i followed it, this was that result

Steve has always found Valentines to be a bit silly. Maybe it's because he thinks if you care about someone you should show it to them all the time. Or maybe it's because he figures that it's just a way for men to make for stupid things they've done. Elvis is a prime example of that- the sort of man who gets his wife jewelry boxes for Valentine's with platitudes that ring hollow when you know what the man has a tendency to do. A shame really, because he does have a shockingly impeccable taste when it comes to certain items. All that woman wants is to enjoy her soulmate- but that's never been his sort of style, has it?

You on the other hand, oh you enjoyed the damn holiday even without someone to celebrate it with. You’ve enjoyed it from the very moment you discovered a startling amount of people find out who their soulmates are on the day. Something about love being in the air finally making it so people reveal their feelings. It’s not- Steve supposes it’s romantic in its own way, he does. It’s not his cup of tea but seeing you almost prance around the studio makes it a little better. 

Honestly, having you around the studio makes the whole holiday a little better. It makes him feel a little better when he realizes that once again Elvis has ignored his phone call and that the relationship their thought they had cultivated while working on his special meant something to the other man. If he was a joking man who lived and breathed soulmates like you do he'd have called him a platonic one. After all, you literally had called him that to his face despite Steve's embarrassment and the rancorous laughter of Elvis's Memphis Mafia and Bones'.

"Guess 'm gonna let you n' him be my Hollywood Mafia. Make sure I always got a place here." Elvis had joked at the time. Of course that would have meant staying in touch once he moved on to the hotter pastures of Las Vegas. That would have required you and Steve being able to see his show.

You can tell Steve is dwelling on it, hearing about how Elvis has a special show planned somewhere in the US or in Vegas, you aren't really paying attention to the particulars. You're just paying attention to how a man you love is zoning out in the most polite way he can to someone talking about it. You really ought to rescue him from his plight and that's just what you do in a flurry of a red dress that stops at your knees with black heels and generally looking like you'd be alright for a night on the town tonight and for work today.

"Steve, they need you for something in the control room, come on." You say, grabbing his hand to pull him away from the girl with a smile. "I'll bring him back eventually but in the meantime you might might want to get back to work.

Maybe the way you had rescued him was because you were a little jealous but- who could really blame you. Here was a man you're pretty sure was your one. Your romantic soulmate to end all soulmates and he refused to do the one thing that could confirm it. Never mind that he acted like your significant other nine times out of ten and that your mother wondered when he'd make a move and confirm your suspicions after all she wasn't getting any younger was she? So if seeing another girl talk to him when he clearly wasn't interested made your blood boil a little bit, well, you were just doing what a good soulmate would do. Or at the very least what a good friend would do.

When you're out of earshot of the girl, he allows himself the simple pleasure of pulling you a little closer so that he can murmur a thank you in your ear before pulling away just a smidge. "I was thinking I was going to get stuck there."

A moment passes before you laugh quietly. "You would have. Probably until you agreed to go with her EP's show."

The laugh that leaves his mouth is a little bitter. "Jokes on her I can't even get you and me in there. Unless she's got connections we don't-"

"Sold out means sold out." You finish squeezing his hand as you pull him into an empty dressing room. "You tried to call him again?"

He nods, frowning as he flops down on the couch, briefly forgetting your joined hands and pulling you down next to him. "Couldn't get through- wanted to surprise-" He trails off shaking his head. "Doesn't matter. Should just buy tickets like a normal person stop acting like-"

"He's our friend? That we're his little Hollywood Mafia?" You scoff, allowing yourself to curl into him as he makes room for you almost naturally. "Please at this point I'm about to march down there myself and shove my heels up his-"

"Y/N!" Steve laughs, trying to swat at your arm only to have you barely avoid him. "Don't shove your heel up his ass. It's- That's a waste of your pretty heels."

There it is- one of those moments you feel like maybe it's there, maybe there really is that little soulmate spark that you'll just have to add some kindling to to turn it into a roaring fire. At the very least it's one of those moments that make you think he wants to make a move on you and take a plunge where you two are more than just friends and colleagues. Later on you'll like to blame it on the air or blame it on the lingering jealousy or maybe just blame it on everything else, but you can't resist the urge to just move a leg so that one of your heels are in his lap. You hear his sharp intake of breath and smile a little.

"You like my heels?" You ask innocent as can be and prompting him to look at you with narrowed eyes.

"I always do." It's a simple answer but it has your breath catching in your throat for some reason. His keeps staring at you almost as if he's trying to solve a riddle before he sighs, shaking his head. "You always look nice in them. I've always wanted to see your entire collection laid out but-I'm not- We work together."

Your brain catches up very quickly to what he's saying and you swear your heart beats just a little faster as you lick your lips, your eyes drifting down to his own and laughing softly. "So do actors and actresses and other people- Are you trying to-"

"Admit that I like you on Valentines? Admit that I am a cliche I kind of hate? Admit that I had really been hoping to get into that show so I could tell you backstage and have E just laugh at both of us and throw some stupid party?" The words come out in almost a rush while at the same time sounding almost like he had rehearsed this in his head a million times. "Yeah. I am. I'm trying to admit that I've loved you ever since I first saw you but figured you might have been a little too much to handle at the time but now-"

You cut him off by practically forcing him down against the couch and placing a kiss to his lips. It's not that you don't want to hear it, it's not that you don't want to hear the love declaration but you also want to confirm that the fire you feel burning inside you and the strum of your body that has erupted from the moment he said I've loved you means that you have been right. Steve's been your soulmate this entire time and you've both been doing some stupid pining and for what reason. When you pull away he's got a stupid little grin on his face and you know your chest is heaving just a hair. "I love you too. And I don't know if you've noticed- this is far more romantic than the other way you could have done it."

"Yeah?" He asks, fiddling with his ascot just a little. "That's why we both feel it?"

The love, the connection the everything is what he means. You nod slowly, your hand moving up to grab the hand he has fiddling with his ascot.

"Yeah. You really are- We really are-"

"Soulmates." He finishes for you, moving both his hands to cup your face and pull you in for a gentle kiss. "Found out on Valentines like everyone else." He pauses and tilts his head a little. "Not that I don't want to kiss you more but how does dinner sound tonight. Celebrating everything. It's no dinner and a show but-"

"It's perfect." You respond, kissing him again and nuzzling at his nose. "It's dinner and my soulmate who I don't have to fight a million women for, I'm not going to complain. Besides we should get back to work. They really did actually need you in the control room I just-"

"Wanted to be selfish?" He laughs as you both move to stand up.

You swat at his arm before pulling him in for another kiss- God you're going to enjoy that until your dying breath. "Wanted to make you feel better but I see how you see me. See if I try and do anything nice for you again."

"It's your job as my soulmate. Love you." He whispers in your ear before pulling away, leaving the room first so things don't look too suspicious.

He was right about it being your job, which is why you might have spent the rest of the day trying to get through to Elvis through a series of phone games that had you almost tearing out your hair. You got what you wanted though, tickets for a show and backstage access that you ran by multiple people including Jerry and Joe who if no one else wanted you there could likely get the pair of you in.

It wasn't a Valentine's show but hey- it was something. It was something to make him happy. After all, hadn't he made you happy with those three little words.

[peculiarpatches]

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯�� 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

this is part 1 of 4 or 5 (??) parts. if you like this, please give it a like and or reblog (or both). feedback is appreciated, always!! this first chapter contains smut. so if that makes you uncomfortable, this isn’t for you. and again, this is part one of others so there will be more :) 

WARNING: public sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, angst slightly??? but not really??? it’s going to get angsty more later down the road, lmao. so, buckle up. it’s one hell of a ride. enjoy :)

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A flush of regret wipes over my body. The moment our lips touch,  it washes over me like a waterfall. One drop then thousands of drops came pouring down, soaking me until I was drowning in it. Regret & anxiety; Both washes over me and yet,  I  know  what I am doing is wrong but I can't bring myself to stop. A tiny part of me didn't want it to stop, either.  He knew that, I knew that.  Yet, nobody said anything. We didn't have to. We were too busy, too caught up, in each other that we didn't need to talk. No words needed to be spoken, to be said. We knew it was wrong but... if it was so wrong, why did it feel  so right?  A moan escapes past my lips and drips onto his tongue. His hands found their way to my hips, fingers sneakily trailing up my shirt and he curls his fingernails deep into my skin, making another whimper slip out from me;  no matter how hard I tried not to speak or let any noise out, he got me to do the complete opposite.  "Now, now, remember what I said... We've got to keep quiet, okay, baby girl?" He had said this earlier  and yet, it seemed as if he wanted nothing more than to get me to scream and shake.  To be putty in his hands, to melt under his touch..  The little shit was trying anything - everything - to get me to make noise.  And unfortunately, it was working.   I  shouldn't love him and he  shouldn't love me. Yet, here we were; Tangled together  with our lips locked and our hands caressing every body piece we could manage to find.    We were in the most uncomfortable place to do this at, though. We were in one of the closets  of Hawkin's community pool. It was after hours now,  the pool had been closed for some time, they always closed when the sun went down and when the children's fathers got off of work and the mothers had to be quick on their feet and head home to cook them a meal.  A few people were still in the parking lot, a few life guards were also gathering their supplies and getting ready to set, sail, and go home. Yet, Billy told me he had a surprise for me if I stayed past my curfew and past my work schedule.  Of course, I knew what he wanted. I knew what he had up his sleeve.  (The so called surprise, as you may have guess is... *drum roll*  his cock!! What an amazing present to gift someone, right?)   I, being the dumbass that I am, agreed, though.   It wasn't bad, per say. It never was bad. Hell, it only got better within each sacred and secret moment we shared together.  That's where the problem was at; I was tired of being a secret. Tired of hiding from everyone. Tired of feeling used. I wasn't Billy's rag doll he could use and carry with him wherever. I also wasn't his personal sex toy that he could slip his dick into whenever, wherever.  I was tired. So, fucking, tired. I was  exhausted, mentally and physically. Having to keep the secrets buried away, hiding them in a place they can't be broken or seen, it was truly going to be the death of me.  Especially from Steve. I was tired of lying to him.  Steve Harrington was my best friend. Best friends since kindergarten, he and I. I hated that I was hiding my relationship - was it even that? - with Billy to him.  Steve and I went to each other for everything.  Always have, always will. When he and Nancy broke up, he came to me, crying his heart out and drowning my shirts (and pillows and blankets) with tears and snot.  (Thankfully, he cleaned them up so I didn't have to. I would've done it in a heartbeat, though. I loved Steve. Steve is my best friend, I'd do anything for him, as I know he'd do anything for me.   So, lying to him made me feel like the shittiest person alive.)   That night, along with many other restless ones, we  talked  and talked until the sun came up.  I did everything I could to make him happy, to cheer him up. I baked him his favorite cookies and favorite meal once as well to try and make him feel better. Almost burnt the kitchen down while doing so, too. And, okay, maybe, the meal and the cookies didn't work out and I failed. In the end, it put a smile on Steve's face which is all I had been dying to see.  Soda dripped from Steve's nose and burnt his nostrils, he was laughing so hard when the fire alarm went off, letting us know the cookies in the oven were bursting in flames. Luckily, we saved the kitchen from exploding with fire and clouding with smoke. Can't say the same for the cookies, sadly.  From that day and onward, he and I still made jokes about burnt crisp cookies and nearly dying because of trying to bake them together.  It was one of our favorite inside jokes, actually.  ("I went to the store yesterday and I walked up and down the aisles and guess what? Not a single one had burnt crisp cookie dough.")  ("You see this bullshit, Harrington? All the cookies in the world are at this fundraiser expect for burnt crisp cookie dough!"  "Oh, man, I'm going to have to talk to the principal about that one... I cannot believe they'd do something like this.") When I got dumped by  one of the basketball players on the Hawkin's high school team, Steve was the first (and only) one who reached out to me and cheered me up. He rented out a few of our favorite movies together and before they could close, Steve and I were quick to rush to the grocery store and we picked up as much junk food as our arms could carry.   That night - along with others - was full of nothing but contagious laughter, sweet and salty foods, and horrible but too good to put down and look away movies.   All the thoughts of Steve wash away once I  feel Billy's hand dip  into the opening of my underwear, his calloused fingers pushing the thin layer of fabric aside  as his index finger slips between my folds, a gasp leaving me as I feel his touch.  His touch felt like fire among my skin, and I was an ice cube, melting in the palm of his hands.  I could feel myself sinking and sinking, slipping away into the pleasure he was about to bring onto me.  "I love when you make that face," He whispers against my neck, lips drifting across my skin, not quite in contact but not so far away either where I couldn't feel him. His breath was hot and I could smell the peppermint gum as he talked.  "Love hearing those pretty but pornographic moans of yours.... gets my cock so hard, you get me so worked up, baby girl...." Billy's scent was intoxicating. Even right now with the  left over smell of coconut lotion smeared across his skin from lathering himself up early in the morning, he smelled perfect. As perfect as can get. He smelled of coconut  mixed with peppermint and a cologne I couldn't pinpoint on exactly what  or which brand. All the scents together may sound odd and unsatisfying but I was nearly drooling as the different fragrances overwhelmed my senses. That and the fact he pushes his index and middle finger inside me, so easily, without any trouble whatsoever. Him, doing that earned another  gasp to fall off  of my lips as it was so sudden, so unexpected.  I knew I was wet, could feel the puddle of wetness coating the bottom half of my underwear but I hadn't known I was so hot and bothered he could easily slip two fingers into me. I shouldn't act so surprised, this was Billy Hargrove, after all. Billy was one, if not, the most attractive guy in Hawkin's, Indiana. Well...in our age group, anyways. A lot of other students and fellow classmates were far from attractive. (Minus Steve, but of course, he doesn't count. He knows he's attractive, just as much as Billy does. Me, telling him he's cute and everything wouldn't change the fact. He already knows it.) Moments like this, I wish I had a jar I could bottle these memories up and store them away, have a look back upon them some day with a smile on my face. I've never felt so alive, so wanted, needed and loved... not until I met Billy.  He made me feel as if I was on cloud nine and he made me feel as if  I could do anything - everything -  and I wasn't just some girl, some hookup, to him. I was special. Sure, hiding and keeping secrets wasn't the greatest feeling in the world, I'll have to have a talk with him about it, about the way I felt, but as of right now, I wanted to touch him the way he was touching me. I wanted to make him feel the butterflies in the pit of his stomach, the ones I was feeling right now. The ones I always feel when he presses his lips against mine or when he just touches me, in general. Hell, even when he smiles in my direction, holds my hand with his much larger one and or laughs at a not so funny joke I tell. I wanted to make his heart skip a beat, as he did with me. I wanted to make him feel as special as he makes me. Before I could register what I am about to say, those three little words leave my lips before I could put a stop to them.  "I love you."  I couldn't stop the sentence, even if I tried.  Billy said nothing. He hums in reply, but no words leave his mouth. He continues to move his fingers back and forth, curling and scissoring his digits deep inside me. I groan quietly, leaning my head back against the shower tile wall, holding myself up the best I could from the position I was in. "There's a good girl," is all he says. He either doesn't acknowledge what I said or he chose to ignore it. My heart aches at the second option but the feeling goes away rather fast as he's sinking to his knees and spreading my legs far apart, his head guiding up to face my cunt and before I know it, his tongue - his mouth - everything is inside and I feel as if I'm on fire.   "Oh... Oh, Billy..." I mewl,  slowly my eyelids drift close on their own as I press my lower half into his  welcoming mouth, my breathing began to grow heavy as his tongue swirls against my cunt which hardens underneath him.  He grips his fingers into my thighs, more  than likely putting imprints of his nails into my skin by  how hard he pressed them down. I didn't mind a few bruises. The bruises were  a reminder this was all happening and not some form of my imagination.    Even from the position he was in, I could feel the outline of his lips curving upward and I didn't need to look down to see the famous Hargrove smirk sitting there across his face; I could feel him smiling in between my thighs.    He, to my disappointment, pulls away, but he doesn't stay far back for too long. The cheeky little shit only wanted to lock eyes with me, shoot me a wink before diving back down in between my legs, eating me out as if he was starving. Saliva dripped down his chin and I could feel it sliding off of my thighs, too.  His tongue was everywhere, going from my pussy to the inside of my thighs to my clit back and all over again. He was devouring me, eating me out as if we were running out of time which was far from the truth.   I didn't mind it one bit. Wasn't complaining in the slightest.  My only  issue was how close I was getting to an orgasm. The signs were all there, slowly building up. My heart was pounding faster than before, my legs were shaking and my knees began to buckle. It was getting harder to keep upward.  My eyelids  could barely keep open, the familiar fluttery feeling grew bigger and stronger in my stomach. Billy, probably knowing I was close to my peak, pulled away and before he stands up, he pushes his shorts down, letting them hang by his feet. "Next time, princess, I want to see that mouth of yours stuffed with my cock; see you gagging for it, all around me. As of right now, I just want to fuck you and leave you  breathless, now bend over and let me see that pretty pussy of yours, baby. 'm gonna wreck it, have you feeling me for days, have you feeling this cock in your stomach. That's what you want, isn't it? To be fucked like I hate you?"    Before I could reply, he's taking me by the wrist and bending me forward, laying my body against one of the shelves in the closet as he rubs my opening with the head of his cock, sending a shiver to run through my body, goosebumps prickling my skin as I breathe through my nose, closing my eyes. I wait for him, wait for the stretch and the opening of his cock but it doesn't come as quickly as I would have liked.  "I don't, by the way. Hate you." He said, leaning forward whereas his back touches my own, "I'll fuck you like I do but I don't. The feeling is mutual." He said and before I could reply - before I could ask what he meant - he's pushing forward, pressing his cock deep inside me, sinking into me with a growl.   "You're so fucking tight, always so fucking tight." He grunts, hissing through his teeth as he rocks his hips back and forth, his cock going deeper inside me, inch by inch, I feel him. He's all I could feel.  He's all I want to feel.  "Please..... please, Billy." My words are crumbling together, my body was breaking apart.  "Tell me," He purred,  his breath lightly  fanning against my ear as he spoke,  his voice was low and irresistible, it made every part of me shake as he spoke. "Tell me what you want. You have to speak up in order to get what you want, love.... So, tell me." "Just you, you, you, you." I'm begging now. I can feel myself getting closer and closer. I'm holding onto the shelf so tightly because I'm afraid I'm going to fall over.   The feeling is growing, the bubbling sensation is getting larger and I can feel myself getting ready to burst.  "Please, Billy, fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like I'm some whore on the street. Fuck me-" My words are cut off by the way he pulls out only to slam back into me. Him, doing this  - the sudden force and movement - is what makes me come undone. I knew I wasn't going to last long.  Luckily, neither does he. "Oh, fuck. Already came, did you? Such a good girl. Fuck~ you're such a good girl for me. 'm gonna cum too, fuck, I'm so close, (Y/N)." His words, much like mine were, slur together, his thrusts become sloppy and messy. And before I know it, he's cumming with a cry of my name, filling me up as he does so.  "Shit...." He groans, pulling back slowly as he then pulls me up with him, pulling me around to face him as he kisses me suddenly,  the taste of myself still strong on his tongue. It shouldn't be a turn on but it was. However, I was too exhausted for a round two any time soon.  I kiss him back, smiling against his lips.  We stay in this position for a few seconds, saying nothing because the kiss says what all that I needed to hear. He loved me too.  Pulling back, Billy smiles and moves a few pieces of hair out from my face, leaning forward, he captures my forehead with his lips, kissing it with so much softness and affection, I feel all warm and tingly on the inside.  This is the Billy nobody but me got to see. This is the Billy I was in love with.  Not the one he portrayed for everyone in town to see. He didn't have to play pretend, to put on a show, I loved him for who he was. Even the fake persona he wore. I knew it wasn't him, not at all.  "I love you."  Something flashes across his face the moment I say those three words, there's a certain  look in his eyes I can't make out but he grins nonetheless and pulls me closer to him, hand finding their way to my cheeks as he  moves to kiss me the way he had done before. "And I love you."  Of course, I should have known he was lying.  It was Billy Hargrove, after all.  He didn't date.  Didn't fall in love.  All he cared about was the person that looked back at him in the reflection of his mirror and getting into girl's pants, no matter who it was.  More importantly, he didn't fall in love with me.  It was all a lie, all a trick, and I was nothing more than a puppet on strings for him to toy around with.  I didn't know this until the next day. If I had known, I wouldn't have given myself up to him so easily. 

I was -  I still am - a fool for falling for his little white lies.  I should have known.  All the red flags were there but..... I guess I was just color blind.  I just wanted to be loved. And I thought he loved me..... I really did. I guess I was just another girl to put on the top of his list. 

[charmed-asylum]

𝒩ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ ℰ𝓁𝓈ℯ ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇

𝒩ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ ℰ𝓁𝓈ℯ ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 , Chapter 1

Summary: Rosary Woods used to spend her summers in Hawkins. Now years later with untimely death of her father, she sent to live with her grandparents. Coming back to a place that use to give her pleasant memories but now full with dark secrets she hopes never see daylight. Her plan was simple easy till one night she finds a drunk boy full of curls and after life never the same.

FYI: This is my 1st fanfic. I do have dyslexia so if something wrong let me know. If you like it let me know same if you don’t. #Foodie be out this week too. ** Side note I’m looking for some talent ** tag list open

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐿𝒾𝓈𝓉

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How the hell did all this happened. How the FUCK this happen. How did I end up alone on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere? Cold as hell with a runny nose from my tears and sharp pain of betrayal. I know now. It all started a couple of months ago. When I was tossed into this hickory town. Where one night find a stupid blue eyes boy drunk out his mind. With your stupid Mother, Mary's attitude had to help him. Now that drunk piece of shit made you fall for him to drop kick you in a small amount of a few months.

My brown eyes fill with glittery tears, tried to think back on every step that lead me here what was it? What did I do wrong? What I would do to go back to that night in October. Go back to that day I met that boy that came out of nowhere and changed my life

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The fall air left a warm scent as I walk out the greyhound in my short denim overalls with a plain white short-sleeved shirt and black and white converses with black laces. My long midnight black wavy hair dancing with the wind with my red heart shades on, taking my around at my surroundings. Even though I have been here many times, this was the first time I came that wasn’t summer visits.

Those had an arrival and departure two way this time though was a one way. It was a lot different than home, Florida. It’s always sunny and things to do unlike here. Flipping my cassette player back on I walk over to the rusted metal benches and wait for my ride. I didn’t want to be here. However, when you have no other choice what can you do. My life stuffed in my dad's old beat-up army bag. I lend back hoping this was a dream and I wake up home with my dad not here. I didn’t hate here I just hate why I’m here. The two-day bus rides a dread and didn't help. Still, I’m stuck with nothing to do but cruise under the radar till graduation. Toss the cap in the air and by the time it's back in my hands I have another ticket to somewhere else.

I gentle tap took me out from my inner monologue into reality. An older woman in her 60s with short curly golden frost hair bright red lipstick that got bit on her front tooth in a flower print long dress. In all, she was the fifth unseen golden girl or what I know her as grams.

“‘HELLO ROSARY. You hear me call for you over there by the car” Grams shouts into my ear. Looking up at her I smile and move my bag out the way to hug her tight.

“ Sorry, the meds got me all out of it. Hi, grams it good to see you” I said holding onto the strap of my bag. She gave me a nod and kiss my cheek leaving an imprint.

“ Oh shut I forgot. Sorry, we couldn’t get your flights no airport close by. Sweetie. Grab your bag we can go home” Grams says walking and talking to the car. Tucking my shades in my pocket I follow her music still playing in my ears.

“ Where Papa at,” I asked looking out the window.

“ Oh, he at the diner checking on things. But he will be back by dinner. I sign you up for school. You start tomorrow. Your car will be ship here in two weeks so the bus to school till then” Grams said pulling up to the house. “ Look, honey. I know things have been hard the last few months but coming here can be your fresh start. So it’s up to you what you do. Stay sane try to be different better you dear” Grams said getting out of the car. Simply put it don’t fuck up this time.

“ Yes. Ma’am. I’m gonna the perfect granddaughter” I said with a eat shit grin.

“Don’t do that it’s tacky. I did not mean what I said that way sweetie. Huh lord, I need my soaps. Drop your stuff in your room” Grams said walking into the house.

My room more like a guest room. They tried though I give them that the last time I been here was years ago when I was 11. Then after that was with my dad across seas. By then the damage was done. Walls were eggshell white with a few pictures of me by dad and them that set on the wall by the window. The bed was against the wall with a small glass nightstand with a trunk in front. Probably the same one my dad had when he was my age. The small closet across the bed and an old oakwood dresser. This will do I’m sure in no time she can make it homie. I push my hand on the bed testing out the string a bit. This is my life now. Better just get used to it. Anger bubble deep in my chest as it slowly starts to hit me. This is a life I don't want. I wanted the life I had before one that was far from perfect but he was there. I toss my bag beside me with a bit of force and scream into my hands.

It took no time till I was done. I change up the pictures and some more on my dresser. A few things on the nightstand then to top it off my mint condition organized record collection in a purple crat that sat beside my dad's 1960s Gibson Hummingbird Fixed Bridge acoustic guitar.

“ So you all done. It’s not much but we go somewhere someday. Sorry, papa wasn’t here. After Benny passed away our place been the hot spot. Back to the glory days, he says” Grams said with a chuckle. I sat down beside her legs cross under me and started to flip through Good Housekeeping

“ So Benny no more. Anything else happens since I have been here last” I asked getting comfortable.

“Let's see. That Will kid you babysit a few times went miss for a week or so. Last year. And that’s about it. I don’t pay much attention to those things. Papa and I are going to bible study tonight. I know you not up to it this week. So you don’t have to go but I am looking forward to next week” Grams said. I ruffled my hand into my deep chocolate hair and nod yes.

“ I would love that. Thank you. That reminds me. I have to fill up on my pain killers. If it’s not much to ask can you please take me one day this week? Or may I go into town myself” I asked taking out my pill bottle?

Still, months later the pain reminds the same. Even the memories still were in tack as if it happened minutes ago. A tear rolled down my face just reliving it. Grams hold me tight smoothing me and rubbing my back as I let out a heavy cry. My dainty finger claw into her shoulder blade as tight as possible. I didn’t hate that I was here I just hate the why.

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DADDY!!” I shout out. My body was soaked with a cold sweat and tears still running down my cheeks. Too weak to even move, I bend over cup my hands into my face, and scream.

Always the nightmares. Always the same two each night. Back home I would find a party or smoke or wave to ride but here. NOTHING. I promise a new me I remind myself. One that is not set to explode any second. One that took all their demons and bury it in the deepest hole. This me doesn’t let them loose but keep them hidden tight. That won’t break and burn everything she touches. This me be gentle, kind, and read the Bible instead of throwing my fist. I promise my father that even my estranged grandparents will be better.

After a good pity party, I decided to stay wasn’t gonna help me. I needed to out. I toss on some navy blue gym shorts pull down my Scooby-Doo t-shirt, which was getting a little bit smaller than last time I warn it years ago, decided for a walk.

Grams and Papa came back from church just after 11. Just missing the kids trick or treating. I stay back gave an empty smile say hello few folks who came by or heard over the rumor mill I was back. None who I really care about. The clock blink, 3:00. The cool breeze comforts me like a blanket over my shoulders. Music played close to mute. I thought about it all. If he at peace would I see him again. Could I make it to June in this town?

Far ahead of me on my way back, I saw a figure laying on the crisp grass. After the stories, Grams told me I wonder if it was anything important. As I got closer I saw an outline of a person. I stop and slow my walking this time with caution. Till I was right beside him. He was rocking back and forth humming some song no shirt tight-ass pants and hair messy with no shoes. This boy diffidently was fucking or having a good time. Part of me envies him and that freedom. Another knew it was because even if I don’t say it out loud he beautiful mess. Totally my type and that what it got tricky he was a reminder of the past I was hoping to leave behind. Flipping my hair out my face I got down to eye level and gently touch him.

“ Hey Hey you alright, “ I asked shaking him a bit.

He looks up and grins at me with a sleepy doozy grin. His eyes sparkle in the night sky and for a second I forgot he was drunk. My stomach did this thing I only ever felt a few times before. Back when I was happy. I shook my head and look around for help or at less to see if he drove or had friends. No luck. Part of me thought it be best to leave but then I saw it. Right below his eyes the old bruise and cuts. My jaw tightened till it clicks.

“ Mommy. Mommy” he said touching my face. I felt the cold touch of his ring against my lips. I tap it to the side and wrap his arm around me to get him up. Praying to God he, not a psycho, or I will regret this. He started to kiss my neck all while calling me mommy. Kinky mother fucker

“ Yeah Hot Wheels, not your mommy come on almost there,” I said helping him back home. He giggles and tried to be a handy hand reaching my hip and butt.

“ Holy shit your you are your a doll baby” he slurred into my ear.

Praying any god’s that my grandparents don’t wake up to him almost knocking everything down. I put my hand to his mouth and a finger to mine so he shut up. On the first day of this new me, I’m playing babysitting to a drunk man child. With ease, I toss him on my bed. He cuddles with one of my pillows squeezing my old grumpy carebear and drifts to sleep. I waited a second before I went and made my own special hangover shake and a bucket for the morning. Taking more time time to clean his face a bit and hand as gentle as I could. Time blink at 3:58, I sat on the floor against my dresser and watch him sleep. Wondering if a boy like that had nightmares too.

I woke up two hours later. Still on the floor face left with a carpet imprint. The boy from this morning now turns over to the other side against the wall sound asleep. I got up from my spot on wobbly legs grab some things and head to the bathroom.

As the cold water hit my face I kept thinking about before till the face of baby blue came into mine. His eyes look like way mine when I look into the mirror and it puzzles me. Never have I found someone else that had the same eyes as mine. Apart from me wonder what was behind those eyes. I shack it off as I dry my hair. If the boy's eyes look like mine then that means on things, his demons were just as bad. I change into tacky stuck in time uniform and walk back deep in thoughts when I stop. The boy was gone. I rush out of my room almost tripping over my own foot, empty. Nothing change in my room just the note. It wasn’t till I sat and smell the faint scent of cologne and cigarettes. It wasn’t a dream he was real. I laugh at myself there no way I will be seeing him again.

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He couldn’t remember much just that her face was half cover by her loose curly hair that shines against the streetlight. The innocent big brown eyes that went with a sugar-sweet smile. Even though she was nowhere close to his mom. He couldn’t help but think about her. He never saw someone that beautiful before. Holding on to her tight sniff her in, honey and vanilla. He wanted to stare at her as long as he could but as soon as he hit the twin size bed he was out.

“Fuck am I” he hissed holding his head trying to think what happened last night. Last he remembered was making out with some blonde at the Halloween party or was it sex. His eyes look at the cup and bucket. Brown eye. He slowly picks up the note and read it:

Sleepy Head, First off we did not have sex and no I don’t know you. What I can tell you is this you were drunk and laying on someone's lawn alone. I live on Church street and Maple Lane. If it’s before 6 and your reading this back door

He laughs at the note and put it back where he found it. It was still early Neil wouldn’t be awake if he left now. He thought maybe he leave a thank you but it decided against it. He promised himself no attachment just to graduate, save up, and leave. No room for nothing else. Before he left he heard noises from the bathroom. Sound like a peaceful lullaby. Inching close he peaks in to see a figure from behind the curtain. Shaking his head he slips out and all his Mary way her black and white Adidas flip flops whistling her lullaby.

[bleubillie]

pregnant | billy hargrove

summary: finding out you’re pregnant with billy’s baby 

pairing: billy hargrove x reader

author’s note: i don’t condone billy’s behavior, however, i do think that the show could’ve done better with his storyline. NO SPOILERS! 

billy and yourself had saved up enough money to place a down payment on a small, shitty, but small house. but it didn’t matter because you guys had each other. 

the two of you worked, with billy at the community pool and you at the mall. 

your guys’ house had only one room, so to say the least, the sex life was active. 

getting into the heat of the moment, billy had forgotten to use protection one night.  

couples weeks later- you’re working at the store folding the clothes when your manager smiles at you 

“bun in the oven, huh?” she asked, which made you look at her in complete confusion. you were wearing a green floral dress which was slightly tight around the waist. 

“i’m sorry, i don’t know what you’re talking about,” 

“oh sweetie, i know when a woman is expecting, they always have a glow about them,” completely shocked, your manager realized what was happening and allowed you to have the rest of the day to yourself. 

usually, billy picked you after work, so you couldn’t just drive to the drugstore

walking towards the exit of the mall, you walked to the drugstore- completely panicked, afraid, and on the verge of tears 

crossing the street over to melvald’s general store, joyce byers working her shift as the store seemed completely empty 

“hi ms. byers, could have two of those test please?” 

joyce looked at the young girl with a small smile and gave the girl the pregnancy test. quickly paying and running back out- stuffing the test into your purse. 

back home, you took the test and sat on the bed waiting for the timer to go off

and when it did- the positive sign left you to cry in your shared bedroom. you and billy weren’t ready for a baby. 

billy, on the other hand, was waiting for you outside the mall and decided to walk inside, going inside the store finding your manager and asking her where you were. 

“she didn’t look so well, so i gave her the day off,” she didn’t want to be the one to break the news to the expecting father. 

billy was worried out of his mind- if you didn’t feel good you could’ve called him at work and he would have no problem picking you up. 

rushing back home, billy ran into the house and found you curled up sleeping in the bed.

lightly shaking you awake, he took notice of your puffy eyes 

“is something wrong? you should have called me?” 

“billy, something’s happened and i don’t know what to do. and please don’t leave me.” 

“you’re worrying me here- you gotta tell me what’s going on?” billy watched as your eyes watered 

you reached into the purse, pulling out the two positive test and handing them to billy 

“surprise.”  

billy went quiet for a moment before nodded his head and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“this isn’t something we planned- at least not for a long time, but we’ll get through it. i won’t leave you, i promise. we’ll work through it together, i swear.” billy’s little speech prompted you to start crying as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his own arms going around your waist 

“i love you,” you whispered into billy’s ear 

“i love you too,” 

[alisonwritesimagines]

Young In Love ~Billy Hargrove Imagine~

Requested by anonymous:

Summary: You and Billy are young and in love. But when you’re in love. nothing will get in your way to a happy future together. 

Author’s Note: I need to start writing again. 

It was hard to believe that the Billy Hargrove had a crush on you. It wasn’t that you weren’t well liked, it was just a shock since you were almost the complete opposite of him. When Billy showed interest in you, you thought it was a prank.

It started when you and Jonathan were talking by your locker. You and Jonathan have been friends since your younger brothers became friends. Well your’s was more of a half brother. You and Dustin both had the same mom but different dads since yours had passed away when you were only two. 

As you talked to Jonathan, you notice Billy walking over. 

“There’s that new guy, Billy,” You say quietly as you rolled your eyes. You leaned back against your locker as Billy walked over to you.

“Hello there sexy,” Billy said trying to charm you. 

“Um hi?” You say confused. 

“I’m new here and I was wondering if you’d give me a tour,” Billy smiled. 

“No. I’m sure those girls over there would love to help you though,” You say, pointing over at some girls who were staring at Billy. You walked away with Jonathan following you behind. 

As time rolled on, Billy never gave up on you. He didn’t understand why he was so attracted to you. Was it your eyes? Your innocence that he saw in you? 

“What will it take for you to give up?” You asked Billy as he was by your locker.

“One date. I promise I’ll make it the best one you’ve ever had,” He told you.

“Fine. One date. Pick me up at my place at 5,” You tell him before giving your address to him on a piece of paper. Billy smiled before walking away. 

You wore a simple dress and light makeup. You wanted to look presentable at least. 

“Where are you going?” Dustin asked you. 

“Out on a date,” You tell him.

“With who?” Dustin asked.

“Billy Hargrove. He’s this new kid at school,” You tell him.

“I know his sister. She’s... feisty,” He told you. The doorbell rang making you walk over. You saw Billy with a bouquet of flowers in your front door. 

“You look gorgeous,” He told you. 

“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself,” You say.

“These are for you,” Billy said before handing the flowers to you.

“Y/N, who’s at the door?” Your mom asked.

“My date mom,” You tell her. Your mom walked over to see Billy standing there with a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Henderson. I’ll have Y/N before 10 if it’s alright with you,” Billy tells her.

“Oh okay. You two have fun. I’ll put those flowers in a vase for you sweetie,” Your mom said before taking the flowers from you. 

“You better have her home safe,” Dustin glared at Billy.

“No worries. I promise to have Y/N back in one piece,” Billy tells Dustin. 

Billy kept true to his word. It was the best date you ever had. You both ate at a nice restaurant in town, went out for ice cream, and then skipped rocks at the lake. At the end of the night, you both sat in his care staring out at the view of Hawkins.

“So what do you think?” Billy said.

“Do you take all the girls on dates like this?” You ask Billy.

“No. You’re the first,” Billy tells you. You looked over at him with a questioned look.

“You’re different Y/N. I’m serious. You’re not like other girls and I really enjoy that. All I’m asking is for a chance together,” Billy said.

“I’ll give you one chance,” You tell him as you hold up one finger. 

“You won’t regret this. I promise,” Billy said.

Billy kept his promise ever since. As you both dated, you changed him for the better. You got him to be nicer to Max (who was very grateful), you got him to relax more whenever something was bothering him, and you got him to quit bad habits. To him and everyone who saw the change in Billy, you were an angel. 

It was only a year later that Billy proposed to you. The two of you were young but you didn’t care. The two of you were going to move to California for college and live on a happy life together. Months later, you two were married. 

When the mind flayer came back, Billy was extra protective over you. Since you were close to Dustin and his friends, you were practically dragged into it. During one of the fights, you had gotten hurt really bad where you had to go to the hospital quickly. 

“Help! She’s bleeding really bad,” Billy yelled as he brought you to the ER.

“Doctors!” They lied you down on a bed as they started to make sure you were alright.

“Mrs. Hargrove can you hear us?” One of the nurses ask. You nodded before blacking out. 

Billy never left your side after the doctors had to do a blood transfer and had to stitch you up. Billy held your hand as you lied on the bed asleep. 

“Your wife is a strong fighter,” One of the nurses said as she came to check up on you.

“Yeah, she is,” Billy smiled as he looked at you. 

Almost fifteen years has gone by and you were now lying on a hospital bed again but only to deliver your new baby girl. Billy smiled as he held his newborn daughter. Your three sons sat near Billy as they looked down at their new sister.

“What’s her name?” Your youngest asked.

“Her name is Olivia,” You tell them as you smiled at Billy. 

“You did great sweetie. She’s perfect,” Billy tells you before giving you a kiss on the head.

It’s been so long since you and Billy met. You both were now retired and spent as much time with your grandchildren as possible. You sat on the porch swing as you stared at the beach in front of you. 

“What are you doing sweetheart?” Billy asked as he walked over to you.

“Just admiring the view,” You tell him.

“I told you that Calfornia’s sunsets were better than the ones in Hawkins,” Billy said. You smiled at him as he sat down next to you.

“We did good,” You tell him.

“Thank you for giving me a chance darling,” Billy said before kissing your cheek.

“Thank you for helping me see a different you,” You tell him before kissing his cheek.

“Seventy years old and we can still charm each other,” Billy chuckled. You chuckled as well before leaning your head on his shoulder.

[thepurplebutterflythings]

New Girl - Billy Hargrove

Gif: Miss_Nocturna on Tenor

Word Count: 1.5K

Paring: Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things) x (f)Reader

Summary: The mysterious new girl from England is all Billy Hargrove can think about.

Requested: Anon

Masterlist

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Y/N Y/L/N had been in Hawkins for three weeks, three solid weeks, and Billy was yet to see the girl. She was elusive as if she was a mere rumour of the town. There wasn’t a country that Billy hadn’t heard be said as to where Y/N had originated from before making her grand entrance to Hawkins. Occasionally, he thought that perhaps he saw her hair in a crowd as she walked away from him. Of course, Billy tried to find her every time he thought he saw here, but before he could, she vanished.

“That new girl,” Max said in the car as Billy drove them home one night, “you know, the one from that country?”

“Mmm,” Billy hummed, uninterested in whatever Max had to say.

“She’s really nice – funny too.”

“You’ve met her?” Billy’s interest piqued hearing her.

“She works at the arcade,” Max shrugged, “told me and the others all about where she’s from. It sounds really cool.”

“Where is she actually from then?” Billy asked trying to seem like he didn’t care, but Max saw right through it.

“England.”

“British?”

“English – apparently there’s a difference.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“I don’t know,” Max said, “she tried explaining it but I had no clue what she meant. Dustin called her a ‘Brit’ and she was a little peeved by it.”

“Don’t call her a ‘Brit’ unless you want to be lectured – noted,” Billy chuckled a little, “she’s nice though?”

“Super nice,” Max nodded, “her and Nancy Wheeler are already good friends.”

Ugh. Nancy Wheeler. Billy bet that she was already warned her English Girl about him and to avoid him like the plague. No wonder he hadn’t been able to set his eyes on her yet. He just wanted to see her, see what she looked like. Y/N Y/L/N had a mysteriousness about her, something which set curiosity in the heart of Billy Hargrove. He just had to see her.

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Y/N leaned against the counter as Mike Wheeler and El chatted away with the newcomer. Everyone was curious about her, and Y/N had come to terms with that, but Mike, being her new pal’s little brother, was a soft spot for her. He was a sweet kid with a good heart and Y/N liked that. Having spent a lot of time at the Wheeler house since her arrival, Mike was also one of the few people in Hawkins who knew her well.

This was the first time Y/N was meeting Mike’s girlfriend, El was what everyone called her. El looked at Y/N with big brown Bambi eyes filled with fascination.

“What’s England like?” El asked curiously as Mike leaned against the counter, smiling and gazing lovingly at El.

“Rainy?” Y/N chuckled, her English accent strikingly standing out in the town of Hawkins. “Um, it’s lovely… I didn’t grow up in London though like everyone seems to think. I grew up in a little village with farms and such. London was a far cry from what I grew up with.”

“Farms? That must’ve been nice.”

“Yes, it was.” Y/N nodded and smiled at the memory, “you could hear the rooster in the morning, and you could drive past fields and see cows grazing and horses, and sometimes they’d come to the fences and ask for a fuss, like giant dogs.”

“I love horses,” El smiled.

“Is Max here?” Mike said suddenly, looking towards the door and frowning.

“I don’t think so, I haven’t seen her.”

“Well, Billy Hargrove just came in.”

Y/N tried to resist the urge to look. The Casanova of Hawkins! Nancy had introduced Y/N to a lot of people, but not Billy. Though that didn’t mean she didn’t hear of him. Billy Hargrove’s reputation lingered throughout the town. Nancy warned Y/N about Billy the first time she heard of him.

“Why’d he come here if he isn’t supposed to pick Max up?” El asked, “He’d never come in here willingly."

“I’ve got a theory about it,” Mike said, meeting Y/N’s eyes. Y/N smiled awkwardly. Course she knew Billy was interested in her. She heard it in whispers, she saw it in the glimpses she vaguely caught before Nancy, Steve or Jonathan encouraged her away to somewhere else before he saw her or she saw him properly.

“Hey…” Billy said awkwardly to Mike and El, “Mick, Ellie.”

“Mike.”

“El.”

“Right, how are you?” He asked them, trying to seem interested.

“Fine…” they trailed off, looking at each other and speaking to the other silently. “We’re gonna play some games, talk to you later?” They said to Y/N, who smiled and nodded.

As the couple left, Billy remained, causing Y/N to stand up straight and finally look upon the mystery that was Billy Hargrove. He was preened, took great pride in his appearance, the type of gentleman her Grandfather would call ‘dandy’. Y/N didn’t know what dandy meant as a kid, but her grandfather explained it to her with an old, wise voice, telling her ‘a dandy? Well, they’re the kind of lad who cares about how they look, how they present themselves, they’re concerned about that sort of stuff. They’re those fashionable fellas you see around the towns wearing those clothes that are trendy.’

Billy looked right back at her with blue eyes that glinted in the light that was fascinated with her, not quite how El looked at her. El looked at her with a childish enthusiasm of wanting to know and learn. Billy looked at Y/N with a curious want, the kind of gaze you would get from across the room from a man who you so badly want to talk to but wanted to appear cool and aloof. For some strange reason, Y/N wanted to know if she satisfied that curious fascination deep in his eyes.

“May I help you, sir?” Y/N said politely.

“Nah, Nah,” Billy chuckled with a smirk, shoving his hands in his pockets. Y/N cocked her eyebrow and eyed him again.

“Then why stand at the counter? There might be those who want to come to the counter for help.”

“Well, I’m sure they’d make themselves known, wouldn’t they?”

“Not if someone else is at the counter, they’d think you’re enquiring and interrupting would be rude,” Y/N pointed out as she rested her hands on the counter and tapped it with her finger.

“They might think that in Great Britain, doll, but not here in the Colonies,” Billy teased, seeing her agitation as she was classed as a Brit rather than an Englishwoman.

“Perhaps that’s why you Yanks have the reputation of being uncivilised,” she shot back quickly, her English tongue pulling out every crisp syllable as she spoke, drawing Billy’s attention to every letter, holding him as though being hypnotised.

Billy grinned at her quick wit and jokingly put his hand over his hurt before mocking a hurt expression.

“Ouch, you wound me, doll.”

“Is ‘doll’ an American thing?”

“You like it, doll?”

“Don’t know, Love, might need to mull it over.”

“Love?”

“If you can call me an American term, I should be able to call you an English term.”

“A British term.”

“English – there’s a difference.”

“So my sister said, still confused as to what it is though…” Billy said, pretending to ponder an idea, “say, doll, why don’t you explain it to me over dinner? Friday at 7?”

“Does this ploy usually work on the American birds?”

“What poly?”

“This whole straight forward crap without trying to know me first?”

“Wow, are all British Women so uptight?”

“English!” She corrected him again, “Would you like it if I called you Canadian?”

“Alright, are all English Women so uptight?”

“Only when associating with a complete and downright bellend!”

“What?”

“I know Americans have trouble understanding the simplest words, so you might need to point out which part I need to explain to you like a toddler,” Y/N mocked. This was uncharted territory for Billy. He had never come across a girl who didn’t swoon at him and fall at his feet. He was Billy Hargrove, all he had to do was snap his fingers and some chick would be at his side. The sparring between Y/N and himself was something new, but not unpleasant, he found himself enjoying it actually.

“Bellend.”

“Dick head,” she said.

“Wow,” he chuckled.

Y/N smiled and couldn’t lie to herself that she was enjoying herself in the conversation with Billy Hargrove. He was surprisingly interesting and met her expectations. Sometimes what you get isn’t at all close to what you expected, and so you are bored and uninterested with what you end up with. Y/N wasn’t uninterested. She was fascinated.

“Any other words you need me to explain?”

“Funny,” Billy smiled.

“Yes, us English have a wicked sense of humour!”

“So you’re the famous Y/N Y/L/N from England, huh?”

“That I am,” Y/N nodded, “And you’re the infamous Billy Hargrove?”

“The one and only, doll.”

“I’ve heard an awful lot about you.”

“I’ve heard not a lot about you.”

“Guess you’re going to have to get to know me,” Y/N teased.

“Then will you go out to dinner with me?”

“Perhaps,” Y/N chuckled.

“I can turn that perhaps into a hell yeah, doll.”

“Well, looking forward to seeing you try, love.”

[pinkiebieberpie]

pov: your camera roll if you were dating billy hargrove

[xmalereader]

— - Stranger Things - —

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Billy Hargrove X Male Reader

Summary: Reader is new to Hawkins, his parents had just moved into the new house and are trying to start over from there old lives. But what if reader can’t? He’s still a messed up kid who’s tired of pretending to be happy...and that damn mullet head of a ghost won’t stop following him around!! - TWO || THREE || FOUR || FIVE || GIFS — RESTARTING FIC

• Eddie Munson x Professor! Male Reader

Summary: Eddie survives the upside down and Vecna is no more. After turning back to Hawkins, the town continues to hate him and decided to leave town and find his way to college, giving himself a new future and another chance at life. He just didn’t expect hiself roll around in his Professor bedsheets. - TWO || FINAL

[m-xrdersxene]

BOYS DON’T CRY // BILLY HARGROVE

-> pairing; Billy Hargrove + Fem!reader

-> warnings; mentions of abuse

-> summary; when Billy came home, you knew something was wrong; but trying to get him to open up was going to be a challenge.

a/n; requests are welcome!

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13 years ago

Billy is 6

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Billy looked up at his father, tears rushing down his face. His mother laid dead on the hospital bed.

His bottom lip trembled as he took in the reality of his mother being gone, forever. "daddy..." he cried, pulling on his fathers shirt; begging for a warm embrace, only to be giving a cold stare.

His father scoffed and pushed him off of him, "what are you? A girl? Boys don't cry!" He yelled.

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13 years later

Billy is 19

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He showed very little emotion, when he did, it was a constant battle with trying to calm him down. He held so much in, his father injecting him with words and threats growing up, telling him a real man didn't cry.

Your relationship was rocky and rough, but what relationship wasn't like that? You both had your ups and downs, you wanted him to express his feelings more, and he wanted you to leave it alone.

Causing you both to fight often, his words burned through your skin like acid. He didn't mean any of it though, it was his way of defending himself, putting his walls up and shutting down.

Billy shut the door, you could tell something was wrong by the way he threw his keys down on the counter.

You looked up at him from the couch, you paused your show and stood up; walking to him.

"Hey, how was work?" You asked, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator and taking a sip. You could see his eyes fill with tears, he took a deep breath and shook his head. "It was fine.." he mumbled.

"You sure?" You asked, trying not to pry.

"Yes, Y/N. I'm fine.." he said, kissing your forehead before climbing the stairs; taking two at a time.

You furrowed your eyebrows and walked back into the living room, continuing your movie as you heard the shower start.

•

"He's gone?" You asked, eyes wide as you watched his face contort into sadness.

"Yeah..." Billy said, his knee began to bounce as he chewed at his finger nails. “He took everything, Max, Susan….He left me.” His bottom lip trembled as he spoke.

You frowned, watching as tears flowers down his cheeks, a rare sight that pained you.

"Billy..don't hold it in..just let it out. it's okay to cry." You said, putting your hand out to pat his back.

He pulled away and stood up, "real men don't cry..he made sure of that." He said, wiping away his tears.

"And his life is going so good, isn’t it?" You shouted, standing up. You were tired of the constant effect his father had on him.

He was never there to begin with, sure he was there physically, but not in the way Billy needed him to be.

"Don't!" Billy yelled, turning back to look at you, pointing at you.

"No! Don't try to push me away when I'm trying to hel-"

"Help me? You're doing such a great job at that, Y/N! Just leave me alone." Billy said, taking a deep breath.

You huffed, "please just, talk to me. I wanna know how you’re feeling." You said, taking a step towards him.

He groaned, pinning you to the wall "I don't want to talk to you! I just want to be alone right now! Is that to hard to ask?" He said, slamming his hands against the wall causing you to jump.

He stormed up the stairs, your bedroom door slammed moments later.

Your bottom lip trembled, tears streamed down your face as you slid down the wall.

•

The next day, you poured your self a cup of coffee taking a quick sip as you watch Billy walk down the stairs.

His hair dripping with water as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "Morning.." he mumbled, "morning." You sighed, tracing the rim of your cup with your index finger.

"How are you?" You asked, your heart beating out of your chest as you waited for his response.

"Better..I'm sorry about last night.." he said, never looking you in the eyes. "Yeah..thank you." You said, he looked up at you and frowned.

He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, "any time I ever cried or whined..he'd threaten me, say he'd beat my ass if I ever did it again. Though he would regardless...then he’d push me away, leave for a few days, just to repeat the process when he got back." Billy said, staring down at the counter as you listened.

"..I push you away when you're just trying to help. I guess that just one of the things I picked up from him..” he said.

You shook your head and walked to him, wrapping your arms around him.

“You’re nothing like him, Billy.” You said, looking up at him. "I understand...and I won't pry you to tell me your feelings.." you said, giving him a quick peak on the cheek.

He nodded and sent you a small, loving smile.

A sight you could never hate.

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[mythos-writes]

His Challenge (2)

Billy Hargrove x (Female) reader

Plot: (Y/N) was a typically shy person in school. She never really had any friends and spent most of her time studying. But when Billy shows up at Hawkins High, things get thrown upside down

Part 1

Word Count: 1589

Warning: swearing, smoking, make-out session,

I do not give permission for anyone to repost/ post my stories, with or without credit. Reblogs, comments, etc. are more than welcomed, but please DO NOT copy and paste my stories that you may like onto another platform.

It has been a few weeks since (Y/N) had her interaction with Billy on the street. Billy has still been trying to get with her, but also he has been enjoying himself with his harem of girls. But Billy treats (Y/N) differently than the other girls. He doesn’t throw her away after he is done, he keeps her around him. Whether it is at lunch or in shared classes, he is always beside her, unless he is trying to get another girl to his harem.

Today was no different. You parked close to the exit, also away from other students. (Y/N) grabbed her (Y/F/C) canvas bag and started to walk towards the entrance of the school. That is when you heard a certain Camaro’s engine roar from behind her. She turned to see Billy pull in with his step-sister in the passenger seat.

With the middle school being in the same parking lot, a lot of siblings would drop their kid siblings off. They both got out, giving each other dirty looks before Billy made eye contact with (Y/N). He smiled before making his way towards her. Even though her mind was telling her to just start walking again, her body just stayed in place.

“Good morning bunny,” he says with his normal smirk.

“Good morning mullet boy,” (Y/N) returns. That caught Billy off guard and he started to laugh.

“Mullet boy? That’s a new one,” he says, still laughing. He places his arm on her shoulder and starts to push them towards the building. (Y/N) would never admit it out loud, but she liked being close to Billy. His body was always warm and the smell of his cologne always lingered on her clothes when he would touch her. It turned into (Y/N) guilty pleasure.

“So I have a basketball game tonight, I was wondering if you wanted to come to watch me play?” he asks while they stop at her locker.

This surprised (Y/N) a little. No one had ever asked her to go to anything, let alone someone asking her to watch their game.

“Umm, sure. It would be fun,” she says with a small smile. A big grin sprays on his face.

“You won’t regret it, hop along,” he says before planting a kiss on her cheek and walking down the hall. She watches him disappear to the crowding hallways. She places a hand on her cheek and just smiled. She was falling for the California bad boy and falling hard.

The last bell rang, signalling that the end of the day has come. (Y/N) had been nervous all day, waiting for the basketball game. She packed her things and quickly walked to her locker. She walked to the gym and quickly sat in the bleachers. Other students were watching, but also there were lots of girls there also.

‘Probably watching Billy,' she thinks to herself.

When Billy and his team came out, (Y/N) was mesmerized by his body and muscles. All of the girls squealed when they saw him. He looked over and gave them a wink. When his eyes met her’s, he sent her a small wave and a wink. (Y/N) waved back while the other girls glared at her.

(Y/N) just watched the game, and she was enjoying it. Soon enough the final whistle was called and the teams were making their way off of the court. She sat there for a little bit before trying to find him. When she went to the hallway where the change rooms were, you walked into Billy making out with one of the other girls.

She sighs before walking by them, bumping into them on purpose, and making her way to the parking lot.

“(Y/N) wait!” Billy calls out, but she ignores her. He ran in front of her to stop her.

“What do you want?” she questions, letting her anger show a little.

“What is wrong with you?” he questions, trying to play the tough bad boy.

“I don’t know, how about someone who finally wanted to be close to me, and I actually started to get feeling for but found out that he was just adding to his fuck list,” she says while walking around him.

He ran after her, but she didn’t pay any attention to him. She got into her car and quickly locked the doors.

“Come on, we can talk about this,” Billy reasons.

“You can suck a dick Hargrove,” (Y/N) says, tears now streaming down her face. His face cracked, his bad-boy image came crashing.

“(Y/N),” he says before her car roared to lie and pulled out of the parking lot, leaving Billy standing there.

When you came home, you greeted your mom before going up to your room. When you closed your door and saw some envelopes on her desk. Her heart started to beat quickly as she got closer to the mystery envelopes. There were three sitting on her desk. One from the military and two from universities, University of California, Berkeley and Stanford.

She placed the universities envelopes down before ripping open the beige envelope. She quickly read over the words and sighed. Her dad was ok and he was still going to be a couple of months before he returns to the states. It was neutral news, but she was happy that her father was still ok.

But then she moved to the two envelopes.

Y/N) didn’t think that she would hear back from the universities this early, especially since she submitted her applications at the beginning of October. She started with Berkeley. (Y/N) slowly opened the letter and started to read.

“I got in,” she whispers to herself while rereading the words making sure she was right. She then moves to the other envelope.

‘Stanford is hard to get in, don’t get your hope up,’ she thinks to herself. As she gets the letter out and starts to read, her jaw drops.

“I got in… I GOT IN!” she yells. She is jumping up and down. She ran out her door and down to her mom.

“MOM! MOM!” she yells into the kitchen. (Y/M/N) jumps a little before turning to her daughter.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“I got in!! I got into Berkeley and Stanford!” her mother was shocked but then joined into her daughters’ excitement and jumping.

“That is so great honey. I am so proud of you!” she smiles and kisses her cheek.

“We are going to celebrate, tomorrow, you and I will go out for dinner and spend the day together,” your mom states.

“I would love that mom,” (Y/N) smiles before kissing your mom’s cheek before going back upstairs.

When she entered her room, she was shocked to see Billy sitting by her closed window. She almost screamed when she saw him there. She went over and opened the window

"What on earth are you doing here?” she questions.

“Can I come in?” he questions. (Y/N) looked to the door before grabbing the collar of his jean jacket and pulling him into her room.

She shut the window before turning to him. He was already reading her acceptance letters. He looked up to her and smiled at her. Not one of the smiles he would give to the girls at school or a smirk, a genuine smile. He then rushed her and pulled her into a hug. It shocked her at first but then returned the hug. Billy then picked her up and started to spin her around the medium-sized room.

He then fell onto the bed, leaving him hovering over (Y/N). They were both breathing heavier while looking at each other. His blue eyes kept looking down at her lips before he leans down and meets her lips.

She welcomed him in while wrapping her arms around his neck. His tongue slipped into her mouth, while she moved her hands under his shirt. He then started to kiss down her neck. (Y/N)'s haze started to clear before she was pushing him off. He looked shocked but sat up, letting (Y/N) sit up.

“No, yo-you have to go,” she stammers, trying to catch her breath.

“(Y/N) you have to listen to me, I came here to apologize. I didn’t think it would hurt you this much,” he states.

She crosses her arms across her chest, with tears glossing over her eyes. She looked down to the ground.

“I thought someone finally cared about me at this stupid school in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, but I guess I was wrong,” she states with her tears spilling over her cheek.

Billy moved quickly and whipped the fallen tears and lifted her chin. Her (Y/E/C) orbs now met his ocean blue ones.

“I’ve been hurt so much in my life, I don’t need to be hurt again,” she says, hiccupping through her tears.

“Please, give me a chance, a propper chance. It is all I need,” he begs, both hands on her face. The bad boy (Y/N) knew at school was nowhere in sight. It was someone who cared for her that wasn’t her parents.

She gives a small nod before his lips were back on hers. It was full of passion. Something she had never experienced before. They break apart and rest against each other’s foreheads.

“Just a chance.”

“Just a chance.” They smile before kissing again.

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Stranger Things Masterlist 

Main Masterpost

Billy Hargrove

Insecure Summer:

The reader is insecure about her body, she's at the pool and some girls decide to make her feel worse and Billy is there to help in the aftermath.

Cold Nights:

The reader and Billy have their first date, yet the reader is nervous but doesn't want to offend Billy due to her nervousness.

Party Mess:

The reader is at a party and can't find Billy for a little while. Becoming an open target for the party-goers, ability to ignore everything around them. Billy and the reader are already dating.

Nervous Surprise:

Billy gets the reader pregnant and both are going through the stress of being in teen parenthood. Hopper gives Billy a talk to reassure him of what was to come.

Coming Out:

The reader comes out to Billy wanting to transition from female to male and Billy is all for it.

Rainy Nights:

Billy's and the reader's flirty-playful banter turns into a confession

Three feet distance:

The reader gets told by Billy that he loves her and Hopper gets fatherly protective about the situation.

Ticklish:

The reader finds out Billy is ticklish

Steve Harrington

Ahoy!

Steve comforts the reader after the reader is ditched by friends at the mall.

Baby Fever:

The reader and Steve get a serious case of baby fever

Jonathan Byers

Sick Days:

Jonathan takes care of sick reader.

[exescenes]

Who saved el in the end of s3?

We now know that 001 was controlling billy all along, so when billy had El In the star court mall, was it billy or 001 who sacrificed billy? Like if it was 001 was it so he could kill her as vecna? And if it was billy how did he get back in control?

[peculiarpatches]

𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 - 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

Hello!!

 I’ve had this idea for awhile and decided ‘fuck it’ let’s write it. This is the prologue, so, there’s not much other than the main source and description of what the story is going to be about.  I would post the full story here, however, I just want to make sure people actually like it before I put it out there, haha. Either way - I do hope you like it! If you do, please like, comment and HELL - give me a few suggestions for other stories or what you’d like to see if you find yourself, enjoying this story. Thank you very much for reading :) It means the world to me. Much love, always. - cierra. x 

SIDENOTE: This story will contain both angst and smut. it’ll also feature triggering topics (abuse, both emotional and physical) so please be cautious when reading! also, female reader and features she/her pronouns. 

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                                                PROLOGUE. 

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Billy Hargrove. Bringing his name up in a conversation always brought one of two different reactions.  For the girls, it'd cause their cheeks to bleed red and they'd chew on their bottom lip and twirl their stray pieces of hair in between their fingers, murmuring how attractive he was and what they'd do if he were to ask them out. (What they'd do if they were alone with him in the back of his car, too. (Y/N) heard plenty of that scenario. Way too many details, if you were to ask her.  She still cringes when she thinks about Margaret Adams going into full story mode of what she'd do to Billy and what she'd like for Billy to do to her. Margaret was the definition of innocent. Went to church every Sunday, prayed without being told to, always carried a bible with her, would blush when a boy - male teachers, included - glanced in her direction. She was one of those girls. So, when she told (Y/N) what she'd love to do to Billy and vice versa, it was shocking, to say the very least. Of course, the moment the sentence (well.... several sentences) leaves her mouth, Margaret turned her head to the side averting  her gaze, but the sudden rosiness of her cheeks gave her away. (Y/N) could tell her  blush was burning  through her cheeks and her face  was feeling like a hot oven. 

She probably felt like a  sinner, saying all those foul words and using such dirty language like that...  

Oh, how she curses herself for not being able to stop herself from the sinful thoughts that corrupted her mind. 

(Y/N) practically felt the embarrassment clouding over from Margaret and hovering above her  as she attempted to hide her rosy cheeks behind her skinny fingers. (Y/N) had to fight back a laugh, even though it wasn't so funny to poor Margaret who was still blushing a beet-red and trying to pull her long, wavy brown hair to hide her burning cheeks. 

(It didn't work out and eventually, with a huff, Margaret gave up and dropped her hands at her sides.) "It's fine," (Y/N) reassured with a gentle smile. "I was just curious as to what people really thought about him. I'm new here too, you know?" She said with a shrug. "And although I may not be as pretty as Hargrove, I do wish I was given some attention he receives." She laughs, thankful Margaret found it funny as well as she had started to giggle.  

"I just wanted to know why people are so star struck over him, that's all." She explained. Margaret, this time, shrugged in reply.  "Not sure myself." She admitted, the red to her cheeks only growing deeper as she admits this statement. "He's something else, though, right?" Margaret continued.  "Sure." (Y/N) grinned, though it was far from a real, genuine smile. "Anyways, I've got to get to class but thank you." As she gets up to leave, Margaret is quick with an, "Oh! Hey... don't tell Pastor  Jason about what I said, okay?" "I promise. Your secret is safe with me.") When his name would be brought up with the same sex as he, there was mixed signals.  "I don't see the big deal of Hargrove." one spat.  "He's a cool dude, I guess." another spoke. "If he comes anywhere near Sabrina, I'm going to fight him, no matter where I am or how much trouble I'll get into, that's my girl and I'm not having Billy try and snatch her away." a jealous boy with the name Tyler said.   (In the end, as one comes to find out, Sabrina broke up with Tyler for Billy.)  (Billy and her didn't last.)  (His relationships never do.)  (It was a lose-lose situation for Tyler and Sabrina.)  Billy Hargrove.  From what I've seen myself, and from all the stories that I overhear in the school cafeteria, he's one Hell of a guy. Good and bad. There's two sides to every story, isn't there?   (There's more bad than good, so I've heard.)   This being said, that's what I've come to do — give a story to those curious about Billy Hargrove.  Who is he? Really? Behind that smirk he wears proudly against his lips — what goes on behind closed doors? (Other than the obvious hook up's.)  Does this man actually have a heart towards other people or does he only give a shit about himself? I have no idea. Nobody does.  I guess what I'm trying to say here is.... if nobody's going to ask questions, I might as well try and seek out the answers myself.  Nothing else interesting has happened in Hawkins, Indiana until Billy and his family have moved in.   It's Indiana, for fuck sake's. Not shit is interesting and the only entertaining thing that was going on was Billy and watching him from afar like he was the main character in a movie.  To Billy, more than likely, it was his world and we were all just his side characters, living in it.  Not anymore.  I've acted before. Won a few awards and ribbons for my acting skills, actually. (Not to brag.)  So, I can gladly pretend to love Billy Hargrove - the most  selfish and mysterious man  there  is in Hawkins, Indiana.  What's the worst that could happen?

Again, nothing else interesting happens in this town. Why not play pretend and see what he’s all about? 

Yes, I’m well aware too; Curiosity killed the cat. But, satisfaction brought it back.