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Bad Influence, Pt 4 (Steve Harrington X Reader)

Summary: It’s time for the first check-in with Hopper and the date with Steve.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

On Friday morning, you come into work early again, and you’re pretty sure that you’re going to throw up. Today is the first “check-in” with Chief Hopper, and even though you’ve been working your tail off, you’re so worried that it won’t be enough.

Joyce must be able to tell how you’re feeling (some kind of mother’s intuition or something, you guess), because she goes suspiciously easy on you for most of the day, keeping you on the register for the most part, and when you start to get too antsy to deal with customers, she takes over for you, ushering you away to take inventory.

You get so invested in cataloguing that you almost miss the break Joyce usually gives you to eat. Luckily for you, that’s exactly when Chief Hopper shows up.

(Oh, did you think ‘luckily?’ You meant unluckily, because you still pretty much feel like your stomach is about to make an emergency ejection.)

You hear his voice as you’re stepping out of the back, and you almost want to turn around and go right back in. Before you have a chance, though, he spots you and starts your way.

“Hey, kid,” he says, taking his hat off. “How ya been?”

You smile, uncertain. “Hasn’t Ms Byers told you already?”

He shrugs. “Yeah. But maybe I wanna hear it from you, too.”

You pick at the hem of your Melvald’s vest. “It’s been… fine. I’m handling it, I guess.”

“You guess?”

You drop the hem of the vest and scrub a hand down your face. “No. No, I really am handling it.  I just… Have a lot of other stuff to deal with, I guess. This is actually the one thing that’s going pretty well, believe it or not.”

Chief Hopper nods. “Well, that’s something, at least. Good to hear you’re trucking along.”

You swallow. “So… So I’m good, then?”

He nods again, putting his hat back on. “Yep. You’re good,” he pats you firmly on the shoulder a couple of times, and you feel the tension melt out of your body. As he turns to leave, he says, “See ya around, kid. Take the weekend off.”

You go back out to the front, and Joyce looks at you expectantly.

“Well? How was it?”

You sigh. “Good. It was good.”

--

There are six hours until the date, and Steve is definitely not freaking out.

Really, he isn’t.

...Okay, maybe just a little.

“Do you think these jeans are too tight?”

Robin rolls her eyes. “Steve--”

“Are sneakers too informal, should I wear something else?”

“Steve--” Dustin tries.

“Shit, this is a horrible idea, I should just call and cancel before it’s too late--”

“STEVE!” Robin shouts, effectively cutting off his panicked rambling. She grabs his face, squishing his cheeks gently. “It’s okay. Your jeans are fine, maybe swap those shoes for a less dirty pair, stop panicking.”

Steve takes a deep breath. “Okay. Okay, you’re right. Sorry.”

“Look, you have six hours until the date,” Dustin reasons. “Even if you decide that you wanna wear something else, there’s still plenty of time -- too much time, even. You don’t have to have everything figured out yet.”

Steve sighs. “Look, Henderson, I don’t expect you to get this since Suzie lives in Utah and you only see her at camp, but when you’re going on a date you need to be prepared way in advance. It takes time to look good, dude. Besides, the first date is the most important date, I have to make a good impression.”

Dustin considers this and then shrugs. “I guess that makes sense.”

Robin shakes her head as she looks at them in disbelief. “You two have no idea how dating works, do you?” She looks at Steve. “How did you get Nancy to go out with you, again?”

“Oh yeah?” Steve put a hand on his hip. “How are things going with Tina, Ms Hypocrite?”

Robin’s cheeks reddened. “Fuck off.”

--

When you get home after your shift, you kick your shoes off and flop down on the couch.

You’d been so worried about the check-in with Hopper, and now, you almost feel like the build-up was all for nothing. Now, all you have to do for the rest of the weekend is relax.

It’s hours later when you start to get the feeling you’re forgetting something. You’re sure it’s nothing, though; if it was super important, you would have written a note for yourself somewhere to keep yourself from forgetting.

You have a hot shower to decompress, take a pit stop in the kitchen for some Froot Loops, and then immediately go back to the couch for some channel surfing.

At around 6:30, you realise what it was you were forgetting: your date with Steve is tonight.

And you only have half an hour until he comes to pick you up.

“FUCK!” You sit up so fast that you bang your knee against the coffee table, but you can’t feel it through the adrenaline. You dash to your room and start ripping through your closet. Eventually, you find clothes that are clean and seem date-worthy. You grab your favourite boots, and go to your dresser to dig up your lucky socks.

You finish getting ready as fast as you can. You’re about to go to the living room to wait for Steve before hesitating, eyeing the cigarettes on your desk.

You sigh. Went to the trouble of getting them. Might as well.

Grabbing the carton, you tamp the cigs, shake one loose, and tuck it into your sock, along with your Zippo.

--

When Steve gets to your house, he’s six minutes early -- which, he tells himself, is just way too early, and you’d probably be super annoyed if he rang the bell so soon.

Which, of course, gave him several minutes to sit in his car and overthink things.

What if this wasn’t a date? What if you just thought he was trying to apologise for being a jerk in Melvald’s? Shit, he should’ve been more obvious that he was trying to ask you out… But he was so nervous you would say no if he just asked outright. What if he told you it was meant to be a date, and you wanted to leave because you weren’t interested? He doesn’t want you to stop wanting to hang out with him just because he wants to date you.

By the time he’s come to the conclusion that he’ll just keep the date thing to himself and see what happens, it’s 6:58, and he figures he’s as ready as he’s gonna get.

He goes up to your front door and rings the bell.

You answer, and it feels like Steve’s heart is about to explode.

“Hey,” you say, a nervous-looking half smile on your face.

“Hey,” Steve replies breathlessly. After a beat of silence in which he realises he’s staring at you, he adds, “Uh, you ready to go?”

“Yeah. Where we goin’, by the way? You never said.”

Right. Steve knew he’d forgotten something. “W-- Uh, we could… We could go to the Hawk? See if there’s anything good playing? Or get dinner at Benny’s?” He feels for his wallet, pulls it out and peers inside. “...Shit. Um, we may have to stop by my house real quick first though, I don’t have my cash on me.”

You shrug. “Fine by me.”

Steve nods, a little jerkily. “Cool. Right, let’s roll.”

He walks you around to your side of the car and opens the door for you, and you smile at him, which gives him fucking heart palpitations, but it also makes him a little more confident in the whole date thing.

He decides to test his luck and does a bonnet slide, hoping you’re the kind of person who might think that looks cool.

When he gets in the car, you say, “Nice one, Harrington,” in a slightly teasing tone, and it makes his face feel warm. Score!

He turns the key in the ignition and says, “How d’you feel about rock ‘n’ roll?”

You grin.

--

Sitting in the passenger seat of Steve Harrington’s BMW, watching him sing along to Owner of a Lonely Heart, you feel more confused than ever.

You’d convinced yourself, sitting on your living room couch, not to think of this as a date, just in case -- because Steve never called it one, so maybe it wasn’t one. But with him opening the car door for you, and then the stupid (awesome) bonnet slide… maybe it is? You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want it to be, anyway.

On the other hand, he hadn’t really planned what he wanted the two of you to do. Maybe he hasn’t been nervous all this time because he wants to go out with you; maybe he’s just worried you’re mad at him for the thing at Melvald’s.

Before you can work yourself up about it any more, you’re pulling into the driveway of the Harrington’s veritable estate.

For a second, you’re so dumbfounded by the pristine state of the house and yard (not to mention the size) that you forget where you are. Then, you turn to Steve and say, “Uh, should I wait in the car, or…?”

Steve turns the car off. “Hm? Oh, nah, you can… You can come in. My parents aren’t home, but just so you know, Dustin and Robin are in there, and uh… Just, please don’t let anything they say reflect poorly on me.”

“Uh,” you say. “Okay.”

When the two of you get inside, you find the curly-haired kid and Robin Buckley standing in the foyer. The curly-haired kid -- Dustin -- has his hair coated in Pomade and neatly combed, and he’s wearing a suit and a comically obvious fake moustache. Robin has her hair pinned back, and she’s wearing a string of pearls, matching earrings, and white elbow-length gloves with her regular clothes.

It’s a ridiculous sight.

“What the-- What the hell are you two doing?”

Dustin and Robin turn to him, and they both grin.

“Ah, it’s our dearest son, Steve,” Dustin says, affecting an imitation of an adult man’s voice. “Welcome home, son.”

“Why, darling!” Robin says, her voice altered to sound like that of a cultured socialite. “It seems our little boy is on a date!”

Steve’s friends are pretending to be his parents. That’s actually kind of cute. (And, best of all, it confirms that this is a date, which really helps alleviate your anxiety.)

You glance over at Steve and notice that he’s blushing like crazy.

“Will you two cut it out?” He hisses.

They don’t pay him any mind.

“Make sure you have our Stevie back home by eight o’clock,” Dustin says, reaching up to twirl the ends of his fake mustache.

“Yes, of course, Mr Harrington,” you say seriously. “And might I say, Mrs Harrington, you look just stunning this evening.”

Robin guffaws loudly, holding a gloved hand up to her cheek. “Oh, aren’t you the charmer! This one’s a keeper, Steve, dear.”

Steve sighs. He ignores his friends, and to you he says, “I’m gonna go up to my room and grab what I need and then I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nod. “Yeah, sounds great. I’ll be here.”

The moment Steve is too far to hear, Robin says, “Hey, seriously, thanks for giving our doofus a chance. I know he comes off as kind of a dunce sometimes, but he means well.”

You shrug. “I get it. I’m not perfect, myself.”

Dustin interjects with, “Steve sure seems to think so.”

You aren’t sure what to think of that, so you just laugh awkwardly.

In the next moment, Steve comes racing down the stairs. He looks up and sees the three of you standing around not saying anything and squints critically.

“What’s going on? What did they say to you?”

You shake your head, forcing a plain expression. “Nothing.”

He looks between Dustin, Robin, and you again before saying, “Okay. Let’s go.”

As you’re leaving, Robin calls after you (foregoing the impression this time), “Make sure you use protection, Stevie!”

--

When you’re back in the car, on the way to the diner for dinner, Steve says, “Hey, I’m really sorry about them. They’re weirdos, they can’t help it.”

You laugh. “It’s fine. I think your friends are funny.” You look down at your lap, and then turn your head to examine his face while he drives.

He’s handsome, in a soft way. You’d never really noticed it in school, for whatever reason, but now, up close, it’s practically all you can notice.

He glances over and catches you watching him, and he smiles at you nervously.

“What’s up? Somethin’ on my face?”

“No,” you say softly. “Just… Looking at you. And thinking.”

He glances at you again, but keeps his eyes on the road, even though you can tell he really wants to look at you. “About what?”

You, you want to say, but it feels too honest to share. Instead, you say, “Why we never talked in high school. I feel like we could’ve been friends, if we hadn’t been running in different circles.”

He nods. After a moment, he says, “I feel bad. I barely remember you from high school. Probably because I was so focused on being ‘King Steve,’” he finishes bitterly.

The corner of your mouth quirks up. “And look at you now. Hanging out with a band geek and a freshman.”

He laughs, and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard.

“Yeah,” he says softly, looking over at you again, “look at me now.”

--

The diner is one of your favourite places to eat, so Steve is winning serious points bringing you here. (Not that he was short on points to begin with.)

The two of you grab a table by one of the windows, and a waitress comes over to take your order pretty quickly. You both order burgers and fries -- most people do at Benny’s.

“Hey, so, this is probably the worst thing to ask, but Nancy and Jonathan made me promise I would ask you about it if I got the chance,” Steve begins.

You sigh. “You wanna know about when I got arrested, huh?”

Steve purses his lips and nods. “You can say you don’t wanna talk about it if you want.”

“No, I guess it’s fine,” you pick at a crack in the table. “I… was stealing from Melvald’s. It was a shitty impulse decision and I shouldn’t have done it. But I just… Okay, so, you’re allowed to judge me for this if you want, but I smoke. Cigarettes. I ran out a couple weeks ago and I felt like absolute shit. I’ve been saving allowance money from my mom to buy another pack, but I forgot to bring it with me when I left the house. I already had the carton in my hand, so I just…” You shrug and put your head in your hands. “I didn’t even think. I just did it.”

Steve looks at you with his eyebrows raised. “Wow,” he says. “That’s… really heavy. I’m sorry.”

“I hope it doesn’t make you think of me any differently.”

He shakes his head. “No! No, no. I mean, I get it. I’ve done things I’m… not necessarily proud of, too. You don’t have to let your mistakes define you, or whatever.”

It’s exactly what you needed him to say.

Before long, your food comes. The two of you spend two hours talking over food -- telling stories, laughing at each other’s jokes. It’s amazing. It’s so much fun.

You want it to last forever.

Unfortunately, at around 9:30, you remember that you forgot to make dinner for your mom. You let Steve know you need to be home soon, and he seems disappointed, but he calls the waitress over to get the bill.

“I’ll be right back,” you say, pushing back from the table. “Bathroom.”

While you’re on your way into the bathroom, you bump into Hopper, who’s on his way out.

“Oh! Hi, Hopper!” You say, surprised, but not unpleasantly so.

“Hey, kid,” he says. “What’re you doin’ out so late on a weeknight?”

You grin. “I have a date.”

He arches a brow at you. “With who?” He looks past you into the diner, maybe trying to figure out which table you came from.

“Steve Harrington.”

His eyebrows climb up toward his hairline. “Really? Huh. Kid doesn’t really seem like your type.”

You shrug, feeling your face get warm and hoping it isn’t obvious in the lowlight of the hallway. “He’s cooler than he seems, I guess.”

Hopper hums. “Right. Well, have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he pats you on the shoulder. 

As he leaves, you call, “I won’t!”

--

When Steve pulls into your driveway, he puts the car in park and keys the car off. Then, the two of you sit in silence for a moment.

Apparently, neither of you want the night to end.

“I’ll walk you to your door?” Steve says tentatively.

You nod.

He comes around and opens your door for you, offering a hand to help you up.

You lace your fingers with his, grinning cheekily.

The two of you walk up together, hand in hand, stopping in front of your door.

“So… Guess this is it, huh?” Steve says.

You bite your lip. “Hey, Steve?”

“Ye--?”

You lean in and kiss him on the cheek. He feels a warm flush bloom outward from the spot where your lips touched.

“I had fun tonight. I wanna do it again sometime. Call me?” You say. At first glance, you seem confident, but Steve can read the hopefulness in your eyes as easily as he feels his own.

“Yeah,” he says decisively. “Yeah, I’ll call you. Tomorrow?”

You grin. “Tomorrow sounds great.”

[leyla676]

Magic B - wedding date

HERE WE ARE

at part 3 of Magic B. / PART 1 / PART 2

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This is the last story of Magic B, maybe I will write another story soon, I will wait for my Muse’s call =)

Warnings: none. it’s fluffy. and soooo sweet.

WORDS: 2300

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As you opened up your eyes, the sun was tickling your skin. You looked besides you and saw directly in Nancy‘s face.

„WHAT THE“, you screamed and jumped up.

She already had curled up hair, her make-up was on point and she looked like an angel.

„Did you kiss him?“, she asked with a grin on her lips.

„Good morning to you too Nancy“, you grumbled, „no we did not kiss“

„Why? He is super hot“

„Because no“.

You got out of your bed and walked to the bathroom.

„You will regret it if you won‘t kiss him“, she yelled as you closed the door.

The hairdresser was already waiting for you to style your hair. He was a cute young blonde guy, smiling and singing to Madonna all the time.

Hours later, you finally got into your dark-blue dress.

Time was running and you were getting more and more nervous.

It was 9.45 already and you remembered Nancy saying ‚pick her up at 10, the wedding starts at 12‘

You saw Steve, Nancy‘s fiance, walking around at the front door, smoking cigarette after cigarette, getting more and more nervous so you decided to join him.

„Come on, let‘s be nervous together“, you suggested and he nodded.

„Everything will be okay, she is the most beautiful bride I have ever seen“, you tried to calm him down. Steve was super cute, all dressed up in his perfect suit, hair on point.

„What if she‘s gonna say no?“

„No! Never. Steve, you know, you two have to be together“, you crossed his arm and he gave you a little nervous smile.

After the cigarette you got inside, checking your make-up again as you suddenly heard a familiar sound. It was the sound of a 79 Chevy Camaro.

He was there. Not a single minute too late.

You ran to the kitchen window, looked out and saw Billy coming out of his car. He was dressed in a dark blue suit, wearing his sunglasses, his hair looked amazing, every curl was on point. His shirt was a little unbuttoned. He stood there, looking around, he was already searching for you.

He was dressed in a dark-blue suit. How did he knew?

Nancy joined you.

„Y/N, he looks absolutely amazing“, she raved and her eyes were full of glitter.

„Nancy, please, remember who he is. He is just...“

„A fiction, I know“, she interrupted, „but he is here. And she looks like a god. Give him a chance. Please. This man is hot“

You rolled your eyes. She was absolutely right and you knew it.

As you opened the front door you looked at him and smiled.

When he saw you, he took off his sunglasses and smiled in this way that made your heart melt.

„Hey Billy“, you cleaned your throat.

„All dressed up for me?“, he asked you with that damn smile you already saw once, behind the strip club.

„Yea, only for you, dumbass“, you rolled your eyes, blushed a little and giggled.

„Billy!“, Nancy screamed and fell on his neck. „You look amazing“

„Thanks little one. You are beautiful“, Billy smiled at her.

„Okay, first of all, we‘ve got two hours. Teach her how to dance!“, she ordered, looked at Billy and pushed you in his direction. „At least for just one dance“

You heard how the music started, it was Total Eclipse of the Heart, Bonnie Tyler.

Really?

Nancy Wheeler, I will kill you. Totally, you thought.

Billy smiled at you, took you by your hand, drew you to him and put his hand on your back.

„Listen, this is very easy“, he whispered in your ear. You smelled his cologne, saw the little freckles in his face, his soft pink lips, his moustache and his damn blue eyes as he looked down at you.

„Just let me guide you. Trust me“

Billy moved gently to the beat of the music, held your hand, you followed him as you had no choice, which you didn‘t have at all.

You put your head to his chest and heard his heart beat fast as you gently closed your eyes, inhaling every moment.

„Already feeling comfortable?“, he murmured, you could tell that he smiled.

„N… no, just…“, you stuttered and looked away quickly. He laughed almost tonelessly and held you closer to him.

„It‘s okay, you‘re moving good“, he whispered. The sound of his voice paired with his words made you shiver.

It felt like dancing on clouds. The air between you was crackling and it felt like the time would stand still forever.

…

„Do you, Steve Harrington, want to take Nancy Wheeler to your lawfully wedded wife? Love her and treat her right for the rest of your life?“

„I do“

„And do you, Nancy Wheeler, want to  take Steve Harrington to your lawfully wedded husband? Love him and treat him right for the rest of your life?“

„Yes, I do“

„I explain you to husband and wife. And now please kiss your bride“

A big applause went through the walls of the church as both kissed. Steve and Nancy were finally married and you whiped away a small tear of happiness.

You felt Billy come close to your ear, whispering  „You want to get married one day?“

„Mabye“, you answered nervously, „what about you?“

„Depends on whether I find a woman who can handle me“

You giggled and smiled at him.

As Nancy and Steve went out of the church, all of you stood up and followed to get to the wedding location.

Billy opened the passenger door and you got into the Camaro. As you watched him go around the car, you catched yourself looking at his nice ass which made you blush and giggle.

„Whats‘ that fun?“, he asked you as he took place at the driver‘s seat.

„Nothing“, you answered, biting your bottom lip and looked out of the window.

I just want to feel your lips all over me.

You arrived at the wedding location. A nice old farm which belonged to Steve‘s uncle. It was all decorated with white flowers, violet ribbons and little pearls.

Both of you entered the lobby, Billy took off your jacket and placed it at the wardrobe.

„Wanna search for a quiet room and make out a little?“, soft, warm breath touched you on the skin of your neck. You felt the warmth between your tights rising.

You turned around and got caught by Billy‘s eyes.

„N… no… this is a wedding, we can‘t...“, you whispered and stuttered.

„Stop fighting your feelings, I won‘t hurt you, Baby“, he grumbled, placing his hand on your chin, pulling you closer to him.

You weren‘t able to move, you weren‘t able to breath or anything so you stood there, holding yourself on Billy‘s shoulders and felt his soft, rose lips finally finding yours. It was a quick little kiss and it felt like a lightning between the both of you.

When he let you go, he smiled at you and grabbed your hand. „I want to go on a date with you. A real date“

„You ask me out for a date?“

He nodded his head and placed another warm and soft kiss on your lips.

…

Billy stood there, circled by some older ladies, they were laughing and giggling. It was Nancy‘s grandma, her aunt, a friend of her granny and some other ladies.

„He steals the heart of almost anyone here“, Tiffany laughed at you, „he is just perfect. Look at him! I am so glad you called him“

As Billy catched your eye, he apologized to the ladies and went to you.

„Looking out for a dance?“, he asked with a perfect grin.

„No, not again please“, you said and laughed. „I really don‘t want to break your feet“

„Well then, let‘s have a seat“

He led you to the tables and you both sat down, besides Tiffany and her boyfriend.

Nancy and Steve joined and the guys talked about cars, basketball and stuff.  You listened to everything he said, he had your full attention.

At this point you realized that Billy was damn right. You weren‘t able to fight against your feelings anymore.

It was too late.

He laughed, smiled, had a wonderful time and you enjoyed every minute of it. You were proud. Proud of him for not blaming you. He was a pure gentleman.

Suddenly a band entered the little stage in front of the tables.

„The wedding is done! We congratulate to Nancy and Steve!“

All of you were clapping your hands.

„We‘ve got another surprise for one of our guests in here“, the lead singer went off the stage.

Nancy came closer to you and whispered in your ear: „Enjoy the show“

You looked at her, pretty confused, didn‘t know what she was talking about.

The drummer kicked the beat, the keyboard followed.

Billy stood up, took off his jacket and kissed you soft on your cheek.

„What are you doing?“, you asked and Billy smiled at you.

„Trust me, you will like it“, he said.

„BILLY“, you screamed, afraid of what would happen.

Please, don‘t start to strip now. It‘s a wedding. Please. Please not. STOP HIM!

Billy went up on stage and opened the buttons of his shirt, just a little bit.

„If he is going to take off his clothes now, I will marry him“, Tiffany laughed and put out her wallet to count the money which she would put in his panties.

You catched Nancy‘s eyes which grew bigger, she smiled and giggled at you.

She knew what he was about to do? How?

How can anyone be so damn calm when a stripper enters the stage at a WEDDING?!

Rainy night and we worked all day

we both got jobs `cause there‘s bills to pay

we got something they can‘t take away

our love, our lives

Billy stood there. Looking at you. And he sang a song you knew very well. Born to be my baby from Bon Jovi.  Your jaw dropped down.

You couldn‘t believe your eyes, your ears and nothing else any more. First you thought you would start to throw up, as nervous as you were, you really thought he would start to do a hot striptease dance for all of you.

But as you realized that he sang to you, your heart nearly melted.

„Oh my god he sings for you“, Tiffany nearly started to cry besides you. „Promise me to marry this man, Y/N“

You weren‘t able to say anything.

You were born to be my Baby

Baby, I was made to be your man!

We got something to believe in

Even if we don‘t know where we stand

Your eyes were filled with little tears as he finally jumped off the stage, took your hand and pulled you close to him.

„I want a second date“, he whispered in your ear.

You nodded.

And Baby I was born

to be your man...

The song came to it‘s end and Billy came closer to you, grabbing you on your waist, running his fingers trough your hair and kissed you.

The kiss was soft and sweet, his moustache tickled you and you could feel him smile while he pulled you close.

„It‘s hard to get you on a date“, he murmured.

You could hear the people‘s applause, Tiffany screamed „Yeah“, no one exept of your ladies knew, where he came from but everyone knew that he would stay forever.

Never in your entire life had you felt such butterflies around your stomache.

And you knew that you would fall for this mullet-wearing dumbass stripper all over again, for the rest of your life.

…

ONE YEAR LATER

…

„TONIGHT“, the familiar voice shouted through his microphone, „Tonight we have to do our VERY best! For our bride-to-be! Y/N, this is all for you!“

The crowd was sweating, shaking, screaming as the music started.

Step inside,

walk this way

you and me, Babe,

HEY HEY!

Billy jumped out of the curtains on stage, wearing his tight jeans, his biker boots and his leather jacket.

His sixpack was oily and his golden chain danced on his chest.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw him moving to the music. He knew exactly what he did, shaking his abs, his ass, his dirty-blonde mullet.

Tiffany yelled and clapped her hands, Nancy whistled with two fingers and you … you were happy.

He got down on his knees, held out his hand to you and you took it, he drew you on stage.

You laughed out loud as he whirled you around, dancing to the music.

Billy took a bridal veil and placed it onto your hair.

“This is going to be MY wifey!”, he screamed at the crowd and all of the ladies yelled and applauded as he finally pulled you close and kissed you rough, passionated, all tongue and teeth.

You knew that you would love him as you first saw him on this stage. It took a time for you to realize, you were unsure if a stripper could be true to you, love you and respect you. But Billy did. He loved you with every single inch of his skin.

“I was made to be your man”, he sang in your ear as he carried you off the stage. You held yourself close to him, your fingers running through his mullet.

“We will miss you here, Billy”, fake Jason Momoa stood in front of you and made a sad face.

“I won’t miss you, you little fuckers”, Billy laughed and said goodbye to the other strippers.

“We have to go now”, he winked at you.

“Tomorrow is going to be the best day of our life”

You smiled at Billy as he came close and kissed you.

“I never thought you would say yes”, he whispered.

“But I did”, you said.

Yes, you did.

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Thank you so much for reading it.

It makes me happy when someone reads my stuff, even it’s sometimes a little bit of “weird English”. I really tried my best and hope you understand what I mean ^^

And i want to say a big THANK YOU to all the fanfiction writers out there. Because YOU keep Billy alive.

And that is everything for all of us <3

[steddiepicrews]

my girls!! 🎸🎀💄🧷