#i know we got max and el braiding billy’s hair for girls night but this is also what he’d do

[harringroveera]

For a girls’ day out Billy brings Max and El to the rage room and let them go batshit crazy destroying everything there

[and-claudia]

The Next Morning (A Day at the Waterpark pt 3) (Jonathan edition)

Word count: 1099

Warnings: none (let me know if i missed any though

Genre: general 🤍

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I woke up to the sound of people talking around me. My eyes slowly opened as I sat up, glancing around. 

“Good morning, sleepy head.” Jonathan teased, standing at the foot of my sleeping bag.  

I sent him a small glare. I was not a morning person. 

“Here, Mrs.Wheeler made a pot of coffee.” He said, holding it out to me. 

I took and eyed it for a moment before taking a drink. 

“Thanks.” I nodded. 

He gave me a nod back as well before stuffing his hands in his pockets awkwardly. 

“I also came to tell you food is almost ready.” 

“Thanks, I’ll be up in a minute.” I said before I carefully stood, trying not to spill the hot liquid. 

When I got upstairs Nancy and Robin both looked at me with a weird expression before turning to each other and giggling like children. I squinted my eyes at them but didn’t think too much of it. Mrs.Wheeler offered me a plate which I graciously took. The only spot open was next to Jonathan and Steve, and across from Will. It felt like everyone was staring at me. 

“Did you sleep well, Yn?” Will asked in a singsong voice. 

“Yeah, did you, Yn?” Steve joined in. 

“Okay, what the hell? Did I like say something weird in my sleep or something?” I asked confused. 

“No. They’re just being childish.” Jonathan said stiffly. 

Okay, so whatever it was it had to also do with him. I tried to rack my brain over what it could be. I don’t remember having any dreams so that can’t be it. 

“I’m so lost… what happened?” 

My question went unanswered as Robin spoke up, “You know, Yn, if you wanted to cuddle, I was right there too.” 

Then it hit me. 

“Shit. I’m so sorry, Jonathan. I didn’t even realize I was doing it.” I rushed out an apology. 

“It’s fine, Yn, really. I knew you were already having a rough night. I didn’t mind.” He said. 

“The two of you looked adorable, honestly.” Steve nudged my side. 

“Shut up.” Jonathan and I both groaned at the same time. 

The rest of breakfast was filled with light conversation and the occasional teasing. There was more than one occasion that Jonathan or I had heated cheeks from the teasing. 

“Okay, if all the girls want to grab their things and get ready upstairs, the guys can have downstairs.” Nancy suggested and we all agreed. 

Once I had my swimsuit on, I threw on my coverup. El had asked me to braid her hair back for her so now she was sitting at Nancy’s vanity as I stood behind her, brushing out her hair. 

“Do you love him?” She asked out of nowhere.

“What?” 

“Jonathan, do you love him?” She asked. 

I thought about my answer for a moment. Sure I had a crush on him, I had for a while now. But love is such a strong word. Sure, I love spending time with him. And every time I’m with him, I feel butterflies in my stomach and I get a little giddy any time he’s close to me. I love his smile. God, he had to cutest smile. I love making him smile too. And yeah, I’ve thought about what it would be like to kiss him. I bet his lips are soft. And, last night falling asleep to the sound of his voice is one of the first times I wasn’t fighting sleep. I felt at peace. So… I mean, yeah i like him but I don’t think all of that means I love him. 

“Oh, honey.” Nancy said. 

“I think you do love him.” El said. 

“Yeah.” Max and Robin chimed in. 

I stood there, wide-eyed as I realized I had said it all out loud. 

“Shit. I love him…” I whispered to myself before looking to Nancy, panicked, “What do I do?” 

“Hey, it’s okay. I think you should just tell him how you feel.” 

“Right… okay… but what if he doesn’t feel the same?” 

“Oh, I’m sure he does.” She reassured. 

Meanwhile Downstairs: 

“So, Johny Boy, what can you tell me about your friend, Yn?” Billy asked signature smirk on full display. 

“What do you mean?” Jonathan asked. 

“Well, I mean look at her, she’s hot. I’ve been thinking about asking her out. Taking her around town. I just wanna make a good impression you know.” Billy was laying it on thick. 

While Yn and Jonathan were still asleep, everyone devised a plan to get them to admit their feelings for one another because God knows they wouldn’t do it on their own. 

“You’re not her type.” Jonathan said. 

“I don’t gotta be her type, my charm will make up for it. So come on, tell me.” He pressed. 

“No.” Jonathan said firmly. 

“And why not?”

“Because.” 

“That’s not a very fair answer, Jonathan. Why aren’t you sharing? It’s not like she belongs to you or something.” Billy continued. 

“Yeah, come on man. She’s single, just let him have her. Unless there is a reason why you don’t want him to take her on a date.” Steve joined in. 

“There’s not.” Jonathan insisted. 

“You sure about that, bud?” Eddie chimed in. 

“Fine! I’m in love with her! That’s why you can’t take her out! Because I love her!” Jonathan snapped. 

The younger boys looked over upon hearing that. 

There was a few beats of silence. 

“Shit. I thought it was just a crush.” Billy finally broke the silence. 

“Yeah, I didn’t know you were in love.” Steve added, still in slight shock. 

Jonathan felt hot, it was too hot in here. 

“Excuse me.” He said, shoving past them and up the stairs. 

When he got to the top, he ran into Yn. 

“Hey, are the boys all dressed?” I asked. 

“Y-yeah. We’re all ready. I was about to go check on you guys. Doe-does that mean we're all ready?” He asked, stuttering a bit. 

“Yeah, I think so. The girls are waiting in the living room… Are you okay?” I asked gently. 

He nodded, “I’m going to go start my car then. It takes a while to cool off.” And with that, he was gone. 

It didn’t take too long to gather everyone up with their things and soon we were on the road. I still couldn’t get my confession out of my head. After talking with Nancy, I decided that I would tell Jonathan how I felt today. I just hoped he felt the same or it was going to be an awkward drive back. 

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[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐱 ♡

little plot: you are exactly billy’s lighter version: you have an extreme, sassy style with clothes and your personality too, you can bse kind to people, but if someone insult you, you can get very scrappy –billy amazes too like “oh my god y/n get out from the boys’ chaing room for god’s sake”

at first, you don’t interact with max, because of your previous traumas (like your mother’s pass and the new family members)

you got to work up with it, and now, that you’re dragged from california to hawkins, teared away from your friends and all of your memories, you’re extra sensitive for ‘little princess max’

you and max sneak beside each other, or just sit in front of each other during dinner, minding your own things –when you catch her looking at you, you snatch your head too into another direction

basically, you weigh all the responsibility and care to billy, against the fact that you’re far more better than him –you feel like you don’t have enough energy to put on a smile while you serving that little girl, fuck that whole situation, fuck hawkins, fuck everything and everyone

but once, billy storms in your room while you read a magazine, furrowing your eyebrow; billy always supposed to call your bedroom a ‘crap-cave’, tearing it from your hand. 

“what the fuck do you want??” you jump up, while he fix his hair in the mirror of your vanity

“you have to bring lil maxie from school, ‘kay?” “fuck no billy, i don’t–” “me neither sis, but that’s what life like. sucks.” he brags, throwing the key of his camaro to you, leaving you angry and annoyed

“FUCK YOU, BILLY!!” you yell, but nobody hears you

tomorrow, you take and bring max from school, and from now for twoo weeks, you two ingore each other –not a single word, not a nod, nothing.

but then you began to care about her, watching out if she’s talking with her friends, just to see and know who’s with her and who’s not

and then, when you have extra food, you hear her stomach grumbling during way back home. suddenly, grabbing out the sandwich you haven't eat yet, tossing it to her

at first, max just stared at you like you were mad or something, you knew you need to say something

“just eat it. i know the food in school is fuckin’ shitty.” 

she stares along, and a "just eat it, fuck" or "what are you starin' at?" grows in your stomach, but she's faster than you

"thanks" a small, quiet, but very meaningful word. especially now.

you just nod, and little did you know, but this little impression gonna make you so much cooler in her eyes.

the "how was your day in school?" question is now the basic, but max tells you things –ignoring the option saying 'nothing'.

helping her with her feelinga towards lucas, giving her direction or tips.

"don't worry, if this don't work, i have a baseball bat in the back of the car, okay?" you ask, leaning your elbow on the steering wheel. max just smiles, nodding with her head a little. "okay."

she loves you the most in the family, you protect her from billy, but can't get over the fact that your dick father fucks another woman, gush

max introduces you to the guys and el –at first they are anticipant because of billy, but when they see you’re a kind angel, they forget those things

getting along good with el –sometimes she tqalks with you too about her problems, you become the girls older sister, even though sometimes you don’t understand a word from what they say 

braiding max’s hair while she paints your toe nails “they black or the pink, y/n?” she asks, showing you the two color, blinking out from a mad max-comic. you stare up from her hair, holding the ginger locks between your fingers, shrugging your shoulder, lazily answering “i don’t know, decide it.” 

warning, you gonna get up some day with rainbow-coloured nails, even if you wanted it or not 

you know steve and jonathan from school, but since you’re not interested in them, and they see how you threat max (and el), the trust you, even if you keep up with them in the fight against the demogorgons or not

when you sit alone before the tv at 2am, max is already asleep (you two went today in the starcourt, giving her fashion tips for the summer, while she helped you to decide which colours could ), brushing your hair in silence, watching he-man and the masters of the universe, billy tores open the front door, making you flinch 

he stumbles towards you, falling down to the couch, letting out an lung-tickering belch, making you whine loudly because of his disgusting noises

“shoot yourself, bills.” “hey, sis, calm down. either way, you didn’t come to tommy’s party.” you shrug your shoulder, glancing to the tv, ignoring his drunk state. 

“yeah, and? my life stands from other things than always jamming at tommy’s. and he grabbed my butt, do you remember? he’s a butthole, nothin’ else.” billy giggles, laying down his head.

“you were with maxie today. and yesterday. and you don’t swear when you have to drive her to school.” “sometimes you should shut your mouth too if dad gives you the duty, you know.”

“no, not this, y/n. that’s true, i hate dad, just like you, and i hate driving her to school, but you... you not. you began to like her, acting like an older sister to her, don’t ya?” 

you smile a bit, dropping down the brush, giving him a glass full of cold water, turning back from the staircase when you grab the rail to go up

“maybe yeah, maybe not. maybe that’s what she needs.” 

you begin to think –do you like max? yes, definitely. you care about her? maybe, when you reassure that she’s not injured by your dad’s yelling towards you and billy. do you want the best, or just the good for her? uhm, we can say. 

but when you open the door a little bit, seeing her wrapped up in a blanket, snoring slightly, a walkie-talkie in her hand, her hair around her face, you smile a little bit, wishing her good night, then walking to your room, closing the door, a single idea pops in your mind:

the sister-thing can be very easy, if you have a good lil sister like max. 

𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴/𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴/𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘮 𝘮𝘦 ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[magniloquent-raven]

for fluff: "one more chapter" or "there's enough room for both of us"

it’s been 84 years............ but here u go lmao tysm for the prompts!!!!!! i used both!

CW for some brief suicidal ideation, just in case. it’s v mild but pls be careful yall (i know, this fic was supposed to be fluffy 😅)

posted on ao3

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Billy’s life had changed a lot in the past two years. 

So much that some days he barely recognizes himself in the mirror. The scars, the state of his hair—which he hasn’t cut since last summer and generally just throws back for convenience’ sake—the stubble he doesn’t bother with most days. Small things, in the grander scheme of what’s different about his life, but it adds up.

And it’s Friday night, he’s curled up at home, and perfectly content to be there. 

There’s a steaming mug of cider on the coffee table (a scratched-up old thing that Hop left him when he officially handed off ownership of his trailer to Billy), and wind rattling the windows, and Max is asleep in the next room. It’s...cozy. 

El stopped by earlier that afternoon, Max in tow, demanding Billy let them stay because Mike was being a dick or a DnD campaign was going on too long and El’s character died a while back so she was bored, or...something. Possibly Mike was being a dick about her character being dead. Max kept chiming in with her own two cents worth but it really just made the whole thing harder to follow.

But it didn’t really matter why they stopped by, they’re always coming up with reasons to invade his living room and eat all his food and nag him about teaching them how to do fancy braids. And Max usually wanders off to nap in his room when El starts asking Billy to read to her.

Which is what he’s doing now. 

Last month he read her Jane Eyre (her idea). A week ago they started The Hobbit. 

It’s been slow going, considering how often El interrupts to ask questions, and every time there’s a song they have the same argument about him not actually singing, but they’re making progress. 

He’s reading through the weird goblin song as monotone as possible just so he can laugh at El’s disgruntled scrunchy face, and putting up with her poking his thigh with her toes when he rolls his eyes at her, and honestly having the time of his fucking life, because, yeah, saying things have changed in the past two years is the understatement of the decade.

When he gets to the end of Over Hill and Under Hill and closes the book she gasps dramatically, sitting up and pulling the ugly orange throw blanket (gift from Mrs. Byers) she’d been snuggled up in tighter around her shoulders.

“Billy, no!” 

He drops the book in his lap and raises his eyebrows at her. “It’s the end of the chapter.”

“No.”

“Yeah, it definitely is.”

El frowns at him, her whole face going pinched. “But you can’t stop there.”

It’s moments like this that almost make Billy forget she can kill people with her brain. Moments when she just looks like a kid, all wrapped up in her favourite blanket and pouting. 

And it’s like she knows that’s his goddamn kryptonite. Because those moments also remind him that she deserves this. More than anyone he knows, she deserves all the childish crap she wants, and more. It won’t ever replace the childhood that was taken from her, but it’s a start.

So, needless to say, Billy has a hard time saying no to her.

He drops his head back against the cushion behind him, staring at the ceiling for a moment—pretending to contemplate, while she glowers at him—and sighs loudly. 

“One more chapter.” 

She beams.

They’re only a few pages into Riddles in the Dark when a car pulls up, and Billy doesn’t even have time to put the book down before the front door bursts open. 

“El! Will thought he—is that The Hobbit?” Dustin comes to an abrupt halt two paces into the room, blinking at the book in Billy’s hands. All his little friends nearly collide with his back, and there’s suddenly a gaggle of obnoxious teenagers huddled in Billy’s doorway. 

“Who cares,” Lucas scoffs, pushing him out of the way so he, Wheeler, and Will, can shuffle the rest of the way inside. “Get out of the way!”

Billy is still trying to figure out what the fuck’s even happening when Steve goddamn Harrington walks in behind his pack of brats. Because of course he was the one who drove them here. Him being a fine upstanding citizen and all that. With nothing better to do, apparently. (Not that Billy has room to judge anymore.)

Suddenly the bickering kids are mostly background noise. Billy always did have a hard time concentrating on anything else when Steve’s in the room. Especially when he’s looking like that, warm brown eyes lit up with interest, and the corner of his mouth pulling upwards in a half-smile. His cheeks are pink from the chill outside, his hair a mess from the wind, and locking eyes with him makes Billy’s heart pound. 

They’ve been on good terms these past few months and it’s a special kind of torture that Billy wouldn’t give up for the fucking world.

But he doesn’t get to enjoy the view for long because—

“—the Mind Flayer might be back!”

Billy stiffens. “What?” He glances at El. She’s sitting up straight now, her eyes dark, expression closed off. 

Mike sighs irritably. “Weren’t you listening? Will thinks he might have sensed the Mind Flayer, so we needed to make sure El’s okay.” He crosses his arms, glaring at Billy. “Because the stupid thing wants her dead, remember?”

“Wheeler,” Steve hisses, and smacks the kid’s shoulder.

“Yeah.” Billy grits his teeth, cold fingers trailing down his spine. “I remember.” 

The room is silent for several agonizing seconds, the kids all exchanging glances. Until Billy’s bedroom door opens and Max shuffles out, rubbing her eyes. 

“What’s everyone doing here?” 

~~

They’d all been hanging out at Steve’s when Will had a bad feeling. The same kind of prickling bone-deep chill he’d gotten two summers ago. Needless to say, ignoring it until people started dying didn’t seem like the way to go this time, hence the home invasion.

Which had been Steve’s idea, apparently. Or. His initial reaction had been to blurt out does this mean Billy’s possessed again, and it had spiraled from there. To Mike freaking out about El not being safe because she was here, to Lucas reminding him that Billy had only gotten the better of her when she didn’t have powers, to Dustin yelling about checking in with her either way because she might have The Facts. 

And so they’d broken a couple traffic laws to get here.

Billy suspects Steve feels guilty about suggesting he might be possessed, because he got very awkward when it was brought up. And he stepped in several times when Wheeler and Sinclair’s interrogation got a little too intense (there were threats of hot pokers involved).

It should have felt condescending—Billy’s a grown-ass adult, he doesn’t need someone defending him from lanky teenagers—but he can’t help feeling a little warm when it’s Steve coming to his defense. 

The discussion overall is a mess. El doesn’t have any answers, Billy hasn’t felt anything odd lately, and the lack of anything to go on beyond Will having a momentary freakout is putting everyone on edge. 

Max, who squished herself onto the couch between Billy and El, cuts through the cyclical arguing after the third dramatic eye-roll from Mike. “Guys, can you cool it for a second. We’re getting nowhere.” Her protest is punctuated by a yawn, which makes El giggle. 

“She’s right,” Steve sighs, mussing with his hair absentmindedly. “Billy and El are fine, everyone’s fine, we should all get some sleep.”

“Dude, are you sure you’re good to drive?” Dustin asks, squinting appraisingly at Steve. It’s a fair question, it’s late and Steve looks like he’s about to keel over, but Billy’s not sure he likes where this is going.

“Who said anything about driving?” Max snorts, glancing at Billy. 

Damnit Max.

“Is there even space for everyone here? This place is tiny.”

“Fuck you, Wheeler, not all of us can live in goddamn mansions.”

The kid opens his mouth to retort, bristling with indignation, but Will interjects, stuttering a little in his haste, “I, um, I’d feel a little safer if everyone, you know, stayed in one place? At least for tonight?”

And that pretty much settles it. 

Once everyone mumbles their (in some cases reluctant) agreement, El crows “Sleepover!” and drags Max off to find spare blankets, leaving Billy sitting on the couch alone and wondering where the hell Steve is gonna sleep. For...no particular reason...other than…

Well.

It’s not like Mike was wrong, the trailer wasn’t built to house six teenagers and two twenty-somethings. Most of them are going to end up squished on the living room floor, and Max and El already called dibs on the couch, and...well, unless Steve wants to crash in the fucking kitchen there really isn’t anywhere else for him to go other than Billy’s room. He doesn’t even have a goddamn tub the guy could curl up in. 

And just because he’s wanted Steve Harrington in his bed since minute one, doesn’t mean he wants it right now. Not like this. 

Because like this he has to deal with Max’s side-eye, and El’s knowing look (the girl has been in his head, she literally knows everything about him), and Will’s weird wide-eyed interest, and worst of all, Steve not doing this because he wants to. 

In fact, judging by the way he blanches when Max suggests it, Billy’s room is the last place he’d like to be. Which is not really something Billy ever really wanted hard proof of, thanks. 

He’s dealt with enough in his life, he didn’t need to know exactly how repulsive Steve finds the idea of sleeping in the same room as him. 

“You’re welcome to sleep in your goddamn car if my floor isn’t good enough for you, Harrington,” he bites out, probably harsher than was warranted. 

Steve blinks at him, mouth falling open, eyebrows raised. 

“Oh my god, it’s too cold to sleep outside, Billy,” Max says, rolling her eyes. “Stop being such a dick.”

“Whatever,” he mutters. “Figure your shit out, I’m going to bed.” 

The silence he leaves behind is tense and awkward. 

He’s been laying in bed staring at the ceiling, moping and berating himself, for about ten minutes when the door creaks open.

“Hey, uh,” Steve’s voice is soft, uncertain, and Billy feels like even more of an asshole for snapping at him. “I’m just...gonna...crash on the floor. Um. Good night.”

This is punishment isn’t it. For being such a douche for so long. Now he gets to try and fall asleep knowing Steve fucking Harrington is laying nearby, sleepy and warm and out of reach. He listens to Steve shuffle around, getting situated, laying out blankets and trying to find a soft bit of carpet to lay on. Has to bite his tongue to keep from saying something stupid. Like offering up his bed. Or poking fun at how much Steve sighs when he’s getting comfortable (Because it’s dumb, not cute. Definitely not cute.).

It’s unclear how long they lay there in the dark, Billy watching moonlight cast the outlines of skeletal trees across the wall, listening to Steve’s quiet breathing to remind himself he’s not alone. That the shadows are just shadows and there’s no reason to be tense and sweating and—

Billy’s pretty sure it’s been long enough that Steve should be asleep, considering how tired he looked, so he tosses his blanket off and swipes the pack of cigarettes off his bedside table, hoping to god the floor doesn’t creak when he pads across the room. There’s no noise coming from the other room, so either the kids are asleep too or a miracle has occurred and they’re all just being really quiet. 

He slips out the side door, and takes a breath. The lake is too still, despite the wind. No self-respecting body of water doesn’t have waves. But it’s pretty enough, he supposes. Enough to make for a decent view while he smokes a cigarette.

Takes a couple tries to light up. His hands aren’t what they used to be, especially in the cold. Holding off a thirty-foot meat puppet bare-handed does that to a person, tears shit up that doesn’t heal right afterwards.

He’s about halfway through his cig when Steve joins him. Billy’s shoulders stiffen at the sound of footsteps, and he doesn’t relax at all when he realizes who it is. 

“Hey.”

Out of the corner of his eye Billy watches Steve lean against the porch railing beside him. He takes another drag before he looks over properly, keeping his expression as neutral as possible. “Fancy meeting you here.” 

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Billy raises his eyebrows. Gestures with his cigarette and turns away again. “No shit.”

He can feel Steve’s eyes on him, and he resolutely ignores it. Stares out at the water and flicks cigarette ash over the railing. The wind picks up again and cuts through his thin shirt. Should’ve grabbed a fucking sweater. Not because the cold bothers him at all, but...well, because it doesn’t anymore.

He shivers when a completely-unrelated-to-the-weather chill runs down his spine.

“Soo…” Steve fidgets, and trails off awkwardly, his nonchalance painfully fake.

The corner of Billy’s mouth twitches, and he raises his cigarette to his lips, a flimsy excuse to hide his smile. 

“Did, uh. Did El choose the book, or…?”

He chokes on a mouthful of smoke. Doc Owens did tell him he shouldn’t have taken up smoking again. Though he was probably more concerned about Billy’s scarred lungs and than Steve Harrington-related hazards. 

Coughing definitely does hurt a lot more than it used to though. 

He flinches when Steve touches his shoulder, pats it, rubs a little—trying to help with the coughing, presumably—making Billy’s heart trip over itself. 

Once he’s no longer wheezing he wipes his eyes, and waves off Steve’s apologies, hoping the embarrassed flush on his cheeks isn’t too visible in the dim light. 

Steve’s hand stays where it is.

For several quiet moments Billy waits for him to withdraw but he doesn’t, and Billy finally meets his eyes. Which was probably a mistake. His heart skips again. He’s still not used to Steve looking at him like that. Soft and wide-eyed and concerned and…

God, he’s so fucking beautiful. Billy used to dream about getting this close without needing pretense, without having to pretend, getting to bask in the warmth coming off him and feel his breath on his skin and see something other than indifference—or worse, the hatred that came later—looking back at him. What he has now is...not quite what he wants. It lights him up but leaves him wanting. 

Another gust of wind makes a mess of Steve’s hair, locks falling into his eyes and sticking up in all directions, and Billy itches. Clenches his fist to stop himself from fixing it.

“Her dweeby little friends kept talking about it, and she couldn’t get through it herself. So...” Billy trails off, scratching his cheek and glancing away. “I may have had a copy laying around.”

Steve’s hand finally leaves its perch on his shoulder—both a disappointment and a relief—to brush the stray locks of hair out of his face. He grins at Billy, whole face lit up and stupidly pretty even as his fingers get stuck in tangles. “Really?” 

“Yeah.” Billy bites the inside of his cheek. “My mom used to read it to me.” 

It’s easier to talk about her now. Mostly with El, who’s still the only person who knows the full story, but, well, he’s pretty sure at least Max and Steve have guessed the bits they weren’t told. Or, hell, maybe El told everyone everything during those months he was out of commission and everyone thought he was dead, and no one’s brought it up to his face because it would be awkward as hell. 

In any case, Steve’s expression softens. 

“Oh,” he says quietly. “So, you and her were pretty close, huh?”

If asked Billy would have blamed the sudden sting of tears in his eyes on the wind. “I guess.” A pause. “Not enough for her to take me when she left,” he mumbles, chewing his thumbnail and frowning out at the lake.

His cigarette hangs between two fingers in his other hand. 

“Billy…”

“Don’t. I’ve heard every condolence in the book, okay. It’s...it’s fine.”

For several long moments the only sounds are the dry rustle of leaves in the wind and Billy’s nail-biting. 

Then Steve slips his fingers around Billy’s wrist and tugs gently. Too surprised to resist, Billy lets him. Lets his hand be pulled away from his face, thumb pressed to his pulsepoint, lets him hold on for a beat longer than necessary before letting go. And Billy stares at him the whole time, lips parted, shoulders tense, waiting to see what Steve will do next.

What he does next is smile a little sad, and tilt his head. “It’s a bad habit, you know. Biting your nails.” 

“I don’t have any other kind of habit.”

“Hm,” Steve hums, “I don’t think that’s true.” 

Which is a weird thing to say, and a weird thing to get emotional over, and yet Billy kind of feels like he’s been punched in the chest.

He rubs at the knotted scar tissue that spiderwebs across his whole torso, and can’t help but wonder—not for the first time—if Steve’s perception of him might be a little blinded by the one good thing he’s ever done. He’s tried to be better since then, atone a little, but Steve’s confidence in him still feels unearned.

And all the work he’s put into getting his shit together might all be for nothing anyways, if some fucking slime monster decides to crawl down his throat again. If Will’s right and that thing is back...for all he knows the thing has it out for him too, after the shit he pulled at Starcourt. He thought he’d end up dead, he wasn’t exactly worried about making himself a target in the long run. 

But now...

Billy exhales slowly through his nose, eyes falling shut for a moment before he grits out, “I can’t do it again.” Steve blinks at him, nonplussed. “This,” he taps his scars, “The fucking. Mind Flayer bullshit. I can’t.”

“You…” Steve folds his arms across his stomach, hands clutching his elbows. It’s a nervous tic that makes Billy ache. Always makes his heart clench, but tonight that gets lost in the black hole of anxiety already twisting up his insides  “You won’t have to, I—we’ll protect you. If we stick together—”

“It’s not a guarantee.”

“No, but—”

“We don’t know anything about this alien shit, for all we know I was never really free of it, and—I just—promise you won’t let it use me again,” Billy’s voice breaks, and he clenches his jaw to try and hold it all back, the taste of bile in the back of his throat, the crushing weight of existential panic pressing in. 

Steve’s eyes widen, “What do you mean by that?”

“You know what I mean. Crash another car into me. Let your ex shoot me in the fucking head. I don’t care how, I need you to stop me.” He needs to understand, Billy’s eyes bore into him, willing him to understand.

But he shakes his head, face twisted up with horror, “I don’t think I can do that.”

Billy takes a step towards him, desperation bleeding into his voice, “Steve.” He blinks back tears. “Please.” 

“Don’t—” Steve looks away, curling in on himself, “Don’t do that.”

“Do what, ask you to perform a public fucking service?” Billy spits, eyes stinging, face burning. He regrets the words once they’re spoken, but there’s no taking them back now. He’s talked with Owens about this sort of shit and he thought he was past it. 

Apparently not.

He deflates. Like a slap in the face, it stops him dead, turns his agonizing back inward where it fucking belongs. Wiping his eyes, he sighs. 

It’s too late to stop the puppy-dog eyes Steve’s giving him now though. The unreserved sadness in the way he’s looking at Billy is so overwhelming it’s almost palpable. “Is that really how you feel?”

Is it? He’s not sure anymore. It was for a long time. Long enough that he couldn’t remember feeling any other kind of way until El reminded him. But now…

He shrugs. “It’s...complicated. I—ah, shit!” His hand jerks, and the cigarette he’d been holding falls to the ground. That never used to hurt so fucking much. “Damn thing burnt me.” 

He sucks on the stinging knuckle, waiting for the pain to subside, tasting salt and ash, and looks back up at Steve.

They lock eyes.

Steve’s expression has closed off, his gaze still heavy, but with something else, sliding down Billy’s face with an intensity Billy’s not quite sure what to make of. He’s struck dumb by the attention (not something he usually has a problem handling), lips still wrapped around his finger but his mouth has gone slack.

It feels like a static shock, one crackling jolt of a moment, something sharp lancing through him, and then it’s over. Steve’s blinking, glancing away. Billy’s hand falls to his side. It would be like it never happened except he still feels charged, pent up, heart full to bursting and stomach in knots. 

Billy sighs, and rubs his eyes. “Let’s just...go back to bed.”

Wording, Billy. Wording. His cheeks warm a little, but he manages to keep his expression neutral as he turns and heads back inside.

He practically throws himself into his bed, curling up on his side and pulling the blankets around him, back turned to Steve. Sleep seems like a pipe dream at this point, but doing anything other than pretending to get some rest would involve talking to and/or looking at Steve, so. Not an option. 

But after he listens to Steve settle back into his little pile of blankets, the minutes crawl by, and Billy gets twitchy. Wants so badly to move, toss and turn and fidget, and say something, but doesn’t know where to start and doesn’t want to draw Steve’s attention, and—

God, this is so fucking stupid.

Billy rolls over. “Steve.”

“Yeah?” 

The room is silent for a beat. He shuffles around a little and the sheets rustle loudly in the quiet.  

“Would you get up here,” he says suddenly, all at once, demanding, scarcely believing what the fuck is coming out of his mouth. 

“...What?” Steve sounds a little breathless and it makes Billy’s stomach clench.

“Just...there’s enough room for both of us, alright.” Jesus christ. 

The lump of Steve and blankets on the floor doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak, for what seems like an eternity, and Billy’s about to brush it off, turn it into a joke, take it back, something, when—

“Okay.”

Oh.

What?

Oh god, he’s getting up. This is happening. Billy stares at his silhouette, the tense line of his shoulders, his awkward gait, and wonders why he’s agreeing to this if he’s so goddamn uncomfortable. 

Guess the floor is officially less comfortable than being in bed with Billy. Joy.

But then he’s sliding under the covers and Billy forgets to be bitter because his brain is mostly static at this point. White noise and his heartbeat thundering in his ears and the deafening creak of boxspring groaning under unexpected weight.

And Steve’s doing that thing again, sighing, little hums as he wiggles around getting himself situated, and Billy is dying. He thought he was being punished before, but now he’s sure, because this is ridiculous. No grown man should be that adorable. 

By the time he’s gotten himself comfy Billy is about ready to combust. 

It doesn’t help that he’s decided to lay down extremely close and facing Billy. It’s so intimate it hurts.

“Do you think you’ll actually sleep?”

Billy shrugs noncommittally. “Maybe.” He tries to make it sound more casual than it is. Like it’s a choice and not the sad fact that he’s too fucking anxious to relax. 

Seems he’s not the only one though, Steve keeps fidgeting, his face doing something weird Billy can’t quite see in the gloom. But he doesn’t have to see to recognize Steve’s tics.

“Spit it out,” Billy sighs.

“What did you mean. When you said it’s complicated?” Steve asks softly.

Ah.

“You really wanna get into this?” He sure doesn’t, but Steve nods and Billy’s fucking weak when it comes to giving Steve what he wants. “I meant that...I...used to feel like that. All the time. It was fucking relentless.” He thinks about rolling onto his back so he won’t have to look at Steve for this, but finds himself stuck, drawn in by the faint starlight reflected in Steve’s eyes. “But nowadays I’ve got...shit to hang on for, I guess. Doesn’t make it all go away, but it makes it easier.”

“Oh.” Steve wriggles a little closer, his hand landing in the space between their pillows. Right next to Billy’s hand. Close enough that he can feel him there, but not quite touching.

He doesn’t say anything else, which Billy’s grateful for. He’s got Doc Owens for the big speeches about how life is worth living, and it’s grating enough getting them from someone who’s literal job is to say that kind of shit. 

It helps. It does. But he can only handle so much.

Speaking of which.

“I’m sorry,” Billy says quietly. He’s keeping his hand too still for it to come across as casual, trembling with the effort. If he moved his pinky just a little they’d be touching, and he’s painfully aware of this fact.

“What for?”

“Earlier, when I...I was asking for a lot.”

“Oh.” Steve shifts, the blankets rustling as he shuffles around, but as much as he fidgets, his hand stays where it is. “Billy...I don’t want you to have to go through that again, but…”

Billy, on an impulse—with a feeling somewhat akin to stepping off a ledge without a parachute—hooks his pinky over Steve’s. In the dark he hears a soft intake of breath, can just barely make out the way Steve’s mouth falls open, moonlight casting shadows when his tongue darts out to lick his lips. 

“I know. It wasn’t fair to—”

“No, no,” Steve flips his palm upward and laces their fingers together, squeezing Billy’s hand. “It’s not that. You have every right to be scared, and...look, this whole thing is batshit crazy, none of us know how to deal with it.” 

Billy runs his thumb along the length of Steve’s index finger, marvelling at the contact, and the way his pulse flutters when the gesture is returned. It takes him a second to find his voice, “True, but you’ve never asked me to mercy kill you.”

Steve exhales, the ghost of a laugh, and it warms the back of Billy’s hand. He shivers, his whole arm tingling. “Billy, I haven’t gone through half the shit you have.” A pause. “I want to help. Anything you need, just...not that.” 

Anything. It catches in Billy’s throat, stops his heart for just a second, reminds him that they’re inches apart, in bed together. For the second time tonight he feels like he’s been punched in the sternum, and he goes rigid, relaxing only minutely when Steve squeezes his hand again.

“Careful, pretty boy. Saying shit like that might give a guy ideas,” he murmurs, gaze searching, wandering Steve’s face, the shadows cast by the soft fall of hair across his forehead.

“Oh yeah?” Steve pulls their clasped hands to his chest. His heart is racing, but his voice is steady, “Well, have enough ideas with no follow-through and a guy might think you’re all talk.”

Billy’s breath catches. The world stops. “You...you don’t want me to follow through.” 

The reality of the situation hits him like a train. Flirting is one thing, he’s always had a hard time keeping his mouth shut around Steve, but this is something he’d only ever regretted letting himself imagine because he knew he’d never have it. And now that it’s within reach...

“See, the thing is…” Steve slides a little closer. His knee brushes Billy’s thigh. “I really, really do.”

“I—” his voice breaks, mouth dry, throat closing up as he tries to swallow past the lump making it hard to breathe. 

“Billy,” Steve whispers, a hot puff of air against Billy’s lips. “Please.”

Fuck.

He surges forward—hard enough that their teeth click together—and his mouth muffles Steve’s gasp. The hand not cradled against Steve’s chest comes up to touch his cheek, fingertips caressing his jaw, coaxing him closer, sliding back to thread into his hair. 

Steve’s lips are plush and warm against his, curved into a smile that leaves Billy tingling, dizzy and drunk on sensations. The way his mouth tastes, the softness of his skin under Billy’s scarred palm, the way his heart twists when Steve reaches out to touch his chest.

He pulls back, and rests his forehead against Steve’s. His eyes stay shut and he just breathes. Soaks up the moment. 

“God,” Steve sighs, nuzzling their noses together. “Always knew you’d be good at that.”

“Yeah?” Billy asks quietly, fiddling with the stray locks of hair behind Steve’s ear. He’s feeling...raw. Vulnerable. It’s a fragile state of being, one wrong word away from breaking. Or a few right words away from fucking bliss, but that never seems to be how it goes for him. 

“Yeah, even when we didn’t like each other I wondered. Annoyed the hell outta me.”

“Steve…” He pauses, choosing his words carefully, “I always liked you.”  If his heart wasn’t already racing, it sure would be now. He braces himself for the worst.

But it doesn’t come. There’s a pause. Steve’s fingers curl into the front of his shirt. “Oh.” He presses a chaste kiss to Billy’s lips, lingering, before chuckling lightly. “That explains a lot actually.”

Billy’s cheeks burn. Yeah, he supposes it would. “You’re not...freaked out?” he ventures, hesitant. 

“Mm, nope.” He reaches up, brushes a stray curl out of Billy’s face. “Definitely okay with this.”

I love you.

The thought doesn’t shock him but the desire to say it out loud does. The way it lodges itself in his throat and sticks. He hasn’t said it to anyone—hasn’t wanted to say it to anyone—since his mother left. The precedent is intimidating, but…

Steve smells like honey and clean air, laying in bed with Billy, warm and pliant next to him tracing patterns in Billy’s scars, his gaze is fond, his smile is soft, and...and Billy’s in love.

He swallows. Pushes it down for now. 

He kisses Steve again. Slower. A gentle press of mouths, and another. Takes his time deepening it, teasing with his tongue. He waits for Steve to pull away, to decide that this thing is one thing too far, but it never happens. Steve lets him escalate, and gives as good as he gets. 

They’re both breathless and flushed and Billy’s riding high on the bubbling warmth in his chest, lightheaded from it. He slides his leg over Steve’s, straddling his thigh, pressing down, seeking friction. 

He shifts, rocking forward a little, and Steve moans, low and deep right in Billy’s ear.

They both freeze. Steve’s breath coming in ragged little bursts against the side of Billy’s face. 

“Pretty boy, as much as I’d love to hear more of that, no one else in the house does.”

“Jesus christ.”

“No need to bring him into it.”

“Shut up,” Steve laughs and buries his face in Billy’s shoulder. “Just give me a minute.”

“Aw, I get you all riled up, baby?” 

Steve slides a hand down, down, and palms Billy’s cock, drawing a short gasp from him. “Yes.”

They stay entangled the rest of the night, dozing in and out of consciousness, Steve pressing the occasional sleepy kiss to Billy’s collarbone. And...Billy’s not sure what will happen after tonight, but he knows it’ll be easier to deal with if he gets to keep this. Whatever this is. He doesn’t have the heart to ask, not yet, but for the first time in a while, he has hope.

[addictofsupernatural]

Emotions (pt. 4)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy gets sick, and y/n goes to his house for a surprise visit.

Word Count: 1920

Chapter 1 • Chapter 3 • Chapter 5

Over the next few weeks, the two of you had done many things together and had gotten even closer. You two went to the movies, a carnival, and even drove over an hour to a beach, where he teased you about your sloppy sand castle making skills. Most of the time he was at your house, eating with your family or just hanging out. There were even times where Hopper found Billy while driving and invited him to his house for dinner.

Because of that late beach night though, Billy ended up getting sick. Although he told you over the phone that he'd be fine, you secretly made a plan to visit him at his home. He always dodged your request to go to his house, but you made a plan to make him soup after school and deliver it to him.

Going to school without Billy felt weird and different. It felt lonely again, which became a foreign feeling. People began to treat you the way they treated you before Billy. Especially in biology.

One girl sat in Billy's seat and leaned into your space. "So how's it been being Billy's little whore?"

You didn't like that. Usually you didn't care about what people said about you, but her putting down Billy's name made you mad, something you didn't really ever have to deal with.

"I'm his friend, but maybe you don't know the difference." You tried to keep your voice calm, though it was surprisingly hard. You didn't want to look at her face, you were afraid that it'd get you angrier.

"Excuse me? You really think you can speak to me like that?!" You kept your eyes focused on the window. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

You looked at her. Her hair was full of hairspray, and you could tell that her hair is naturally straight, but she curled it. She wore heavy make up, and her hair was tied up high in a scrunchie. "Okay, what am I supposed to be looking at?"

She scoffed. "Someone who's way hotter than you." She glanced at a group of girls speculating, who nodded for her to go on. "Maybe you should leave it to the pretty girls to be with the guys like Billy. You probably aren't ready to give them what they really want."

You watched her smile at the group of girls. Your anger began to disappear. You understood now. She was just a girl, trying to fit in with bad people that control other people by bullying.

You looked in her eyes. "That's the wrong mentality. If someone isn't giving you attention, then you shouldn't try to give them your attention. You should just find someone who treats you the way you want to be treated."

She had her mouth open with something to say, but nothing came out. The bell then rang, and everybody went back to their seats.

After school when Hopper picked you up he also picked up Max so she could tell you where they lived. You first went to your home to make him soup and warm tea. When you finished, you told Hopper that you and El were spending the night with Max. So he dropped the three of you off.

"Crap." Max said. "Billy's dad is home. I don't know how he'll react to you giving Billy the soup and tea."

"El might have physical powers, but I have emotional powers. It'll be fine." That caused Max to crack a small smile, with the thought of that asshole of a stepdad losing to someone for once.

The three of you stepped inside, immediately causing Neil Hargrove to stand up from the couch. He eyed you, since you seemed around Billy's age. He stuck out his hand, to which you shook. "Hello sir. It's nice to meet you." You offered him a smile.

"Hey. Mind telling me what your doing here?" You saw him glancing down your body once more, with the snug clothes that Billy had bought you on.

"Oh, my sister and I are spending the night with Max. We just wanted to make sure that she goes to school safely tomorrow in case her brother isn't well enough to take her."

"Billy's always been a lazy ass kid. He can take her to school tomorrow, and you–"

You put a hand on his shoulder, sending exhausted emotions into him. "Sir, you look beat. You should probably go to bed."

"I... No, I–" You sent stronger emotions through him. "Yeah, yeah I'll go to bed now."

As he left for his room, you unzipped your backpack to take out the dinner you made for Billy. Max knocked on the door, and you heard Billy croak out a what?! "I have a surprise for you." Max said. "I'm coming in, so you better have clothes on!"

"What the fuck is the point of knocking when you just invite yourself in?!" He sat up angrily, but then saw you. His facial expression went from annoyed to shocked.

"Hi Billy."

"Sweetheart, what are you doing here?" You calmly walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. "My dad–"

"Is in bed right now." You said. "He agreed to let me and El sleep over for Max before he went to bed." At this point Max showed El to her room, leaving the two of you alone.

"No, that can't be–" He cut himself off with a coughing fit.

"Billy." You said. "I have a way with people. Just trust me. Please?" You asked him, in a teasingly innocent way. He nodded, his face becoming more relaxed. You handed him the soup and tea. "I made these for you, so you can get better. I hope you like them."

He set them down on his dresser and scooted closer to you. He hooked his finger under your chin and raised your head. "You're too good for me doll."

You smiled gently and put your hand over the one that had your chin. As you put his hand down, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You should give yourself more credit."

He stared at you, his face beginning to feel hot. "What was that for?" He quietly asked.

You looked down in embarrassment. "Um, I saw somewhere that a kiss on the cheek was a term of endearment between someone important to you. Maybe I misinterpreted the meaning. Sorry."

He quickly put a hand on your cheek in a slight panic. "No no, sweetheart! That did mean something! I was just a little surprised, is all." You smiled and nodded, leaning into his hand. He gave you one of his charming, cheeky smiles. "Can I get another one on the lips?"

You chuckled. "No, that's different."

"It's to help me feeling better." He began to crawl closer to you.

"That's not what it means." You covered his mouth with your hand as he laid you down, trying to nuzzle his way into a kiss. "Billy!" You giggled. "Your going to get me sick!"

Max made a loud cough, stopping the two of you. "So, maybe you should put on your pajamas."

You sat up and ran your fingers through your hair. "Right! I forgot to bring something to sleep in."

"Maybe you could use one of Billy's shirts."

You looked at Billy, who nodded his head. You then grabbed a Led Zeppelin shirt while Billy stared at Max's smug face. Max did always say that he was a horny ass who would get what he deserves. He guessed that this will be that time; the thought of you in only his shirt and your underwear just sounded so hot to him, and Max was just eating it up.

As Max left, you were about to follow her before you left Billy grab your wrist. "Wait," he said, his voice low. "Can I have another kiss? Please?"

You leaned down and brushed a piece of hair from his face before kissing his forehead. "Good night Billy." You then walked out, leaving Billy to push his face into the pillow, his face burning and smiling.

"Ugh, what do even see in him?" Max asked as you put on the shirt.

You chuckled. "He's a good friend to me Max. Besides you, he's one of the people I know who treat me like a normal person."

She let out a sigh. "Whatever."

"Good morning." You said as Billy watched you put up your hair in the open bathroom. Instead of leaving your hair completely down after taking your morning shower, you put up your bed head in a half bun. "How are you feeling?"

He leaned in the door frame. "Better, thanks to you."

You smiled at him before playing with his hair and getting an idea. "Can I do something with your hair? It'll be discreet, I promise."

He wanted to say the hell you can, but looking into your eager eyes caused him to be reluctant. The two of you went to the dining room for Billy to sit down. He felt your fingers play with the lower part of his hair, and he secretly liked it.

As you finished and tied it together, Max came up and let out a chuckle. "Looks good, which is weird since you always look like crap." She smiled at him, knowing that he wouldn't say anything in front of you.

He then got up to look in the bathroom mirror, and smiled. You made a small hidden braid. It looked good. "I like it." He said as he came back.

"Really?" You beamed as he nodded. You all then ate cereal together whilst talking to each other. Billy thought of you in adoration. You somehow managed to make his shithole house into a normal one by just being there. You truly are that amazing.

As you and the two younger girls got into the car, Billy grabbed his backpack and walked out of his room to see his father standing in the door frame and looking at you. "She's pretty fine looking, don't you think?"

Billy felt disgusted at Neil thinking of you in that way. He mumbled out a yeah to please him.

"She isn't like the usual sluts you have, so you probably don't have a shot with her. I think you should go for someone a little more easy." Billy said nothing as his father walked away after that.

As Billy sat into the car, you put your hand on his thigh as the two girls were talking amongst themselves. You gave him a look, silently asking if he's okay. He gave you a small smile and a little nod. You gently squeezed his thigh before bringing your hand back and contently looking out the window. You knew that just asking was enough to make him feel a bit better.

By next week you got sick, to which Billy was at your house every night after school; you had Hopper make sure he was at school instead of with you. He tried his best to take care of you, and it made you feel a different kind of happiness. You still don't know what it is, but it makes your face burn up from the things he says and does.

One day El opened the door while you and Mike were playing a card game, and Billy sat on the ground next to you, scooping you up and putting you on his lap. He handed you a piece of paper. A flyer for prom. "Guess where we're going."

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⋆    —–   CARHOP COOL, 3 and a 1/2.

summary: it’s time for a two day vacation to the beach, aka lake tippecanoe. pairing: steve harrington x reader, au!post season three word count: 1.8k, mostly world building a/n: have some good ol’ establishing-the-au fic! and billy! and steve’s mom! things are gonna get a little freaky up at the lake. here’s a filler chapter. 

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Steve’s driveway is crowded.

Tippecanoe, two hours North from Hawkins, was home to the Harrington family’s lakehouse. His mom had asked, earlier in the summer, if Steve would be willing to ride up and make sure everything was alright between rentals -- she’d cheerily added, “Go up for a day or two. Bring Dustin, Robin, whoever -- you kids need a vacation after everything that happened, y’know?”

(Janine Harrington had, in recent weeks, become infinitely closer with her son -- when men in suits had brought a bloodied Steve home that night in early July, priding him as a hero, a lot of things changed. He’d opened up about everything in the days following, spurring Janine to reach out to Mrs. Wheeler and Mrs. Henderson and Mrs. Byers and even Hopper, whom her husband couldn’t stand, with kind words and promises that their children were allowed over anytime -- they were bound together now, by Government NDA’s.

It was a nice change, though, between her and Steve -- there was a lot more trust now.)

His mom is chatting happily with Mrs. Byers by the mailbox as Will grabs his towel and cooler, loading the stuff into the Wheeler family hatchback. Nancy unlocks it for him between chatting with Jonathan. Mike helps, grin turning upwards as Dustin arrives with Lucas on his heels, bikes dropped by the mailbox as the boys laugh and launch into one another’s arm.

“Vacation, baby!”

Steve, carrying his own towel over his shoulder, laughs when Dustin finally calls out, sneakers pounding across the hot asphalt of the Harrington home’s driveway.

They both meet half-way.

“Steve!” he gets a toothless grin, “It’s vacay time!”

“Oh, you know --” the handshake is quick, calculated, and well-practiced, “We’re gonna get our tan on --”

The roar of a Camaro startles the group from their laughter.

Billy Hargrove rolls around the cul-de-sac, pulling up behind the Byer’s car and the mailbox before promptly cutting the engine and the Judas Priest track.

Max, with dueling, flaming red braids, hops from the front seat with a beaming smile.

The boys give a victorious cry.

“Zoomer!”

Billy’s slow to exit the car, aviators perched on his nose. The Def Leppard shirt’s sleeves has been chopped off, really hammering home the whole ‘suns out, guns out’ motto the lifeguard seems to be living by this summer. 

After the Battle of Starcourt, a lot of things changed. 

The biggest change, though, seemed to be in Billy Hargrove -- post Mind Flayer, he’d been exposed to the world the Upside Down created, the world his sister and everyone else had been living in for the last year; he’d come out of the haze, out of the flayed, and cried into Max and Eleven’s arms, nothing but apologies on his mouth in the wake of the destruction.

Steve remembers seeing him in the back of one of the ambulances, holding Max’s hand, talking. 

Not fighting, not screaming, not... being Billy.

Steve and Billy shared a look, then. Truce was what it meant. 

At first, Billy tried to pretend the whole ‘Mind Flayer’ thing never happened. 

But pretending didn’t get rid of the nightmares. And soon, Billy Hargrove was knocking on Will Byer’s door mid-D&D game looking for help, for someone to talk to.

The apology had come a few days later.

Billy had strolled up the Family Video, scaring the shit out of Steve, before offering his hand and a genuine apology. Robin watched on, a bit slack-jawed.

“I was a fucking asshole,” the blonde said slowly, “I’m sorry, man.”

Steve blinked at his hand.

After a moment, he shook it.

“It’s cool, dude,” Steve said before he could stop himself, “You didn’t know.”

“Doesn’t excuse the fact I was a dick, though.”

A look of surprise fleeted across Steve’s face. “Fair.”

Billy smiled, then, different from every other time he’d seen it. It wasn’t for show. It was... real. When Billy left, Robin had made a sound of pure shock before asking what the hell that was about.

“He beat the shit out of me,” Steve said, watching him drive away, “Tried to beat up Lucas, all while we were being hunted by Demogorgans... Just, y’know, was a genuine shit-bag.”

“Seems like he’s changed.”

“No kidding.”

“Trauma,” Robin chirps as she moves to sort the VHS’s, “is a hell of a thing.”

The malice that was there before the Fourth of July is gone. Instead, Billy smiles as he hauls Max’s cooler from the trunk of the navy sports car, offering Lucas a causal knuckle-touch before clapping Steve on the back.

“Hey man.”

“Hey Billy,” Steve chirps, “Nice outfit.”

“It’s hot out, alright,” he battles back, clearly amused, “I gotta work on my tan.”

“You coming with?” Steve asks, lips pulled into a smirk as he crosses his arms and shifts from foot to foot. His white converse are stark against the dark driveway, “We’ve got room.”

“Naw,” Billy breathes, crossing his arms, “I gotta shift at the pool -- thanks for the invite, though.”

“Yeah,” Steve shrugs, “It’s cool -- You’re one of the gang now.”

Billy’s lips quirk. Steve can tell that means something to him. Another clap on the back. Billy begins heading to his car, calling out to Max as he does. 

“See ya, kid -- be safe, alright?” he waves his finger across the group, “All a’ you.”

She gives her brother a grin. “’Kay, loser.”

“‘Kay, brat,” he snaps his gum, shoots her a smile, and falls into the driver’s seat.

As Billy leaves, the familiar rumble of Chief Hopper’s Blazer arrives to the drop-off point. Jim makes the small-talk quick, thank god, he’s terrifying, citing that he’s late for work and Mrs. Johnson has already called the station three times about her cat getting out, but makes a point to shake Steve’s hand as he leaves, telling him to look out for El.

Eleven has her dad’s pair of aviators on and an old baseball cap. She’s grinning.

“Vacation,” she says.

Steve’s got his hands on his hips, eyeing the growing party, when Dustin speaks.

“Hey,” he says slowly, looking around, “Where’s your girlfriend?”

Steve stammers. “She’s not --”

“Robin?” Mike asks, confused.

“No, not Robin --” Steve makes a face. “That’s gross.”

“Ohhhh,” says Lucas, pointing, “The one with the hair.”

Will makes a face of genuine frustration. “With the hair?”

“Real specific, Lucas,” jabs Max.

“Y’know,” he waves his hands, “Roll-o girl!”

The group exhales “oooohhhhh” at once. Steve’s face is in his hands. 

He’s just glad Nancy didn’t over the conversation -- she’s too busy with Jonathan, chatting with his mom and saying good-bye. 

(Though things were fine between them, it was still awkward -- the break-up was a one-sided-sort-of-rough, especially with the Jonathan being thrown into the mix. But, Nancy was happy and that was really all Steve cared about -- she was nice and smart and kind and she deserved to be happy especially after everything, and despite the wound it had created in Steve’s chest, he couldn’t hold the break-up against her. 

That was a weird time... things were weird. Things sometimes are still weird, but to her credit, she still treats him like a good friend and he tries to do the same. Just... sometimes it’a a lot. Especially when Jonathan is around.

Steve just opts to keep a polite distance, y’know?)

“Can I just say, one,” Steve raises a finger, “She is not my girlfriend --”

“But, you like her, right?” says Dustin, completely serious, “She’s cool, she’s cute, she can rollerblade, all great traits in a girlfriend --”

Steve narrows his eyes, finger still in the air. “I’m talking right now, Dustin, okay, I’m talking.”

“Right, sorry.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he repeats, hissing, “And two --”

Steve doesn’t get to finish his sentence, because the blaring of Duran Duran’s Girls on Film fills the entire neighborhood as you pull into the cul-de-sac. Robin is in the passenger’s seat, sunglasses pulled down her nose as she dances and mouths the words into her suntan lotion. You’re driving, snorting at her moves as you park the car and pop the trunk, mimicking Robin as you get out of the car -- you can barely do it you’re laughing so hard.

The cabbage patch dance move has never looked worse. You don’t really care. 

Mostly because you see Steve and he’s grinning. You wave. He mirrors.

“She is cute,” says Max, leaning against Lucas and watching the exchange, “Your girlfriend’s cute, Harrington.”

“Shut up, Max.”

She mimics a zipping motion over her lips with her hand as Steve strides by. She tosses the imaginary key.

You move to cut the engine, spurring Robin to move up the driveway with a smile -- she’s quick to greet Steve’s mom with a hug. 

You’re quickly swept into a handshake by the older woman in question.

She looks like Steve -- they have the smile doe-eyes and dark hair, same nose and same excited demeanor -- and you can’t say you’re surprised when you give her your name and she sweeps you in a hug. 

“It’s so good to finally meet you,” she says warmly, “Steve’s told me so much about you!”

You’ve seen Janine Harrington around before at baseball games and after-school functions. Back then, though, you were dodging any interaction you could with her son. Now, you’re excited to him idle up beside his mom with a grin. He rocks back on his heels. 

“Ready?”

You nod. Robin pats your back, holding onto your arm before turning on her text-book parent charm. “Mrs. Harrington, is it alright if she drives, as well? We figured it might be better than all packing into Nancy’s car -- safer, too.”

“Of course,” she says with a smile, “Steve knows the way, he’s been going up there with us since he was a little baby --”

“Yep,” he chirps, cutting that off quick, “I’ll just, uh, I’ll ride with you -- Nancy can follow us.”

“Cool kid mobile, assemble,” Robin calls out, breaking from Steve, yourself and his mom, “We call Dustin!”

“Drive safe,” Mrs. Harrington offers as the group splits into the separate hatchbacks, “Call when you get there!”

“Alright, mom!”

“Bye, Mrs. Harrington!”

Robin shoves Steve into the passenger side of your car, winking, as you clamber into the driver’s seat. Robin happily sits between Dustin and Will, mirroring Steve as she drops her sunglasses down from her hair. 

The other car, quickly named The Couples Car, holds the rest of the party -- Lucas, Max, Mike, Eleven, Jonathan and Nancy.

It’s 10am by the time you all hit the road, ready for a night over at Tippecanoe.

Steve nudges your elbow.

You blink over at him.

“Radio?”

“Hit it, Harrington.”

GIRLS ON FILM!

[okaybutlikeimagine]

Billy learning how to do cute hairstyles for el

LOVE IT you fuckin’ bet Billy would do this for El and my heart is bursting over it.

Okay, so i totally think Billy would also have helped Max w/ her hair when they were growing up and she was learning how to skate (i also totally like to think he taught her how to skate) Billy would be like: “You gotta get your hair out of your face, moron.”

“Fine.” and she pushes it behind her ears but the poor sweet dear has never been good at tying her hair up bc her hand gets caught in it and so Billy goes rummaging through the little drawer in their bathroom where Susan keeps a bunch of hair ties for Max that she never touches and just says: “C’mere, shitbird.”

And then he ties her hair up into a ponytail and says: “C’mon, let’s go. Grab your board.”

And I just SO believe Billy did Max’s hair a lot. Like, Max herself in S2 says that Billy was always kind of a dick but he just got bad when they moved away, so I like to think that her and Billy were bitchy w/ each other but still close. (also i haven’t read Runaway Max so sorry if this is kind of inaccurate in regards to that, woops! ♥) and so i like to think Billy just let her rely on him to do her hair. Like he’d throw it up in a ponytail or a couple of braids or whatever in the summer. He’d put it up in a bun for when she’d try to help him cook dinner for themselves when their parents left for the weekend. Just Billy doing Max’s hair bc Max was never really taught. and Billy just did it for her bc it was easier than sitting her down and teaching her.

(then of course when things go bad leading up to the move and after the move, Billy would bark at her to do it herself so she struggled to learn and then eventually did by S3)(we don’t have to talk about this right now though cuz I’m Sad)

So ANYWAY bc of that (and his own hair)(i don’t have any links but there are a lot of good posts talking about Billy’s hair in clips and scrunchies and stuff and i cry at the thought), Billy knows how to do hair! And so when El cycles through the like, 3 hairstyles she has (half up half down in a scrunchie, parted to the side, and parted down the middle w/ her hair behind her ears) Billy notices. And when they’re sitting around watching TV or whatever and El is playing w/ Billy’s hair (bc she likes to do that, she thinks his hair is pretty) Billy asks: “Want me to do your hair, short stuff?”

And El will sit on the ground and Billy will sit on the couch and he’ll brush her hair out and think about what he can do. Bc her hair is a LOT shorter than Max’s ever was so there’s not a lot of braiding options here. But Billy will twist her hair back and put a little pin in it and pull a couple of little delicate strands out and just kind of smile as she admires it in the mirror.

And so he starts doing her hair more often. He’s so much calmer now in his new home and has (a bit) more patience so he’ll just sit and do El’s hair. When they’re sitting around the house and listening to music he’ll do a few tiny braids just because. He teaches her how to braid on his own hair. He throws her hair up into two little buns before she goes to hang out with her friends.

“Like the space princess.” El says.

Billy chuckles.

“Yeah kinda.” he says and pokes her forehead.

And then one day, when Max is over to hang out with El, they put on the ABBA record that they know Billy loves (bc Billy LOVES the album Arrival. he just does and i have lots of thoughts on it) and the girls laugh and sing along to the little whispery parts of “Knowing Me Knowing You” as they make fun of him and make silly faces. And Billy is amused but plays it off as irritated and he’ll pick El up from behind and twirl her around and take her back to her room to “kidnap” her and says Max has to “save her” as El kicks and squeals.

but it really just ends up being Max barging into the room to find El brushing out Billy’s hair, still singing along to the song while Billy is sitting there grumbling a little bc “I wasn’t supposed to be the prisoner here…”

Then he sees Max, who looks confused, her face a little fallen bc Billy hasn’t done her hair for her since they were back in California.

And Billy sees the look on her face. Dejected and a little angry. And he pats the space on the bed in front of him and says: “C’mere, shitbird. Want me to braid your hair for you?”

And Max will never admit it, but her heart leaps bc she’s kind of… she’s kind of getting her brother back.

And so Max sits there and gets her hair braided and Billy lets El do his hair and he’s singing quietly along to the song before he starts talking to them about boys. Bc he knows Max has been having trouble with Lucas saying stupid things and Mike was a jerk to El a couple days ago and said she was “too emotional” (it took everything in Billy’s power not to go find him and set him straight bc Mike is the most emotional kid Billy’s ever met)

So Billy’s just like: “Y’know, you guys don’t have to be with boys if they’re being irritating. Life is too short to be with assholes.”

And Max just kinda grumbles bc yeah, Billy might be right, and maybe Lucas is a little dumb sometimes, but she likes him and he’s not an asshole.

“Then why does Steve still hang around with you?” Max asks.

Billy pulls a strand of Max’s hair out.

“Shut up, jerk, I’m getting better.”

So YES Billy doing BOTH of their hair whenever Max is around. And doing cute hairstyles on El like a high pony or little braids to pull it out of her face or a twisted ponytail. But also giving her kind of funny hairstyles, like one night when he gels it up into a mohawk with a laugh.

El eyes it curiously.

“Does it look good?” she asks.

Billy chuckles. “Killer.”

And that night Hop comes home to Billy and El rocking out to Shout at the Devil on full volume, and sees his little daughter w/ her hair gelled up into a mohawk.

[bigsisterbabysitter]

His Girl 》 Part 2

Promt: Billy and Max are thriving in the Henderson house, but when Billy and Y/N go to a party things get a bit intense and Y/N has a few to many drinks

Warnings: Drinking, Mentions of Past abuse, SMUT

Chapter 2: New Friendships and Summer time Bliss

Billy and Max had been staying in the Henderson House for 3 months as the abuse case got very messy, Susan unfortunately getting into some trouble for never reporting the incidents they awarded Guardian ship to her Step Brother Billy Hargrove. Of course there were still visitations but the relationship was definitely strained. But for the most part everyone's lives were finally becoming peaceful. The school years was comming to a close and the first year of highschool for the party had been a success.

Billy had gotten a job at the local mechanic shop and was absolutely flourishing. Y/N took less of the night shifts at the Gas Station and was looking into other options for work. Once Y/N the Mother Hen of the group next to Steve of course started bringing Billy around more he was accepted with open arms much to Max and Y/Ns delight. He tought the boys about cars and in turn they took him to the arcade and got him in touch with his fun side. It was like a happy family they ate pizza and watched late movies all crashing at whoever's house was the hub that night. On more than one occasion the kids snapped pictures if Billy and Y/N knocked out together on the couch they were just waiting for them to get together at this point.

The Byers returned to Hawkins for the summer, Will and El getting out of school 2 weeks earlier than the others and were staying in a cabin by the lake. Surely that would be where the party spent most of their times this summer.

Billy stood infront of his mirror in the spare room he and Max had been sharing. Though most night he snuck to Y/Ns room to sleep peacefully beside her it was like she was a sheild for his nightmares. Max of course pretended not to notice. He fiddled with his hair anxiously wearing a pair of jeans and his red button down slightly unbuttoned due to the heat. He huffs and sighs jumping when Max speaks from the door way

"You look fine. Y/Ns in the livingroom and shes getting impatient..." she smirks and walks over giving her brother a light punch "go have fun please" she said with a soft look. He hadent done much but hang out at home with her friends and work. Admittedly the thought of the party made him nervous.. Billy Hargrove nervous about a party HAH what a laugh. He smirked and ruffled the red heads hair "alright alright dont have to much fun without me kay?" She pushes him out the door "fine now go" she laughs

When Billy walked into the livingroom his breath cought in his throat. Y/N wore a sunny yellow sundress with thin straps. Her hair was curled and on the sides of her head her hair was braided into a crown with a Daisy hair pin holding it together at the back of her head. She looked so sweet and elegant. He had to shake his head "wow" he whispers

Y/N looked up "finally you take longer than I do!" She laughs grabbing his arm saying her goodbyes Dustin piping up playfully "hey Hargrove have her home by midnight" making Billy blush with a laugh. Y/N would be lying if she said she hadent put extra effort into her look painted her nails and toes a bright summery color and wore a sundress that fell mid thigh. She wore a flowery perfume and had a little makeup on, glossy plump lips and some mascara on those fluttery lashes of hers. She looked killer and she knew it. Climbing into the Camaro they drove to the party together and met up with their friends Steve patting Billy's back reassuringly "hey man just take it slow and have fun" he says as Nancy drug Y/N ofd to dance and chatter away

Billy really started to loosen up and become himself again a drink in hand he talked to a few people from highschool keeping close to Steve. They had gotten pretty close over the few months finding an interest in cars together, it had been helpful to have grown up guy talk. Then Stella whom back in his pkayboy days when he first arrived had been a fling on and off. She was a lanky blonde who wore skimpy cloths and had pretty blue eyes, a cheerleader he chatted her up awkwardly as she kept putting her hands to his chest and giggling. During a slower song she did somthing that cought him off gaurd she kisses him hard he jumped away "Uh sorry but no thanks I'm kinda with someone"

The girl giggled "oh hunny" she slurred "I know you you ain't with anyone" she giggles leaning in again and Billy's fists clenched rage in his eyes "you know NOTHING about me" he snaps she looks up as Steve pulls her away and sends her on her pouty way "hey man shes not worth the time" he pay his shoulder reassuringly. Little did anyone know across the room Y/N had seen them dancing and kissing and her heart was shattered... fine she stomped to the kitchen to hide her tears if Billy could cut loose with some bimbo.. so could she.

Chapter 3: Dunken Tantrums

Much to Nancy's dismay Y/N started to down cup and shots left and right until she lost count. She knew why but she couldn't tell anyone. Y/N was in love with Billy and some other tramp kissed him infront of her. She kept trying to corral the drunk girl as she stumbled around soon Jonathan started trying to help as well as Jonathan was like Y/Ns big brother of sorts since neither of them had fathers they were quick friends in middle school along with Nancy. Steve joined the group in highschool but he was with Billy. Soon there was a loud crash from the kitchen and Nancy yelling as men cheered. Steve looked to Billy confused then on cue Jonathan came pushing through the living room "Y/N" he panted "Drunk. Dancing, table" Steves eyes widened but Billy was already running into the room and was met with the scene.

Nancy stood arms out starched behind the table incase her friend fell Y/N danced swiveling her hips and squealing with her arms in the air. It wasnt on purpose but with here being up there the boys below got a nice view up her dress at a white Lace thong. They cheered and clapped as she danced to Pour some sugar on me by Def Leopard her drunken gaze met Billy's shocked face and she Squealed "Billy!! You're heeeerreee did ya finish up with Stelllaaaa" she slurs leaning forward with a giggle. This elects applause as her cleavage is pressed together as she bends down.

Billy looked at the dunken girl "Y/N common" he says brows furrowed together. He cringed when she mentioned Stella. She didnt actually think that did she? It hurt his feelings a little to think she saw what everyone had seen a heartless play boy. "Common Sweerheart get down" he said firmly. She swated at his hand "nnnoope they lllike me!!" She pouted at him. One guy sits himself on the table "yeah we like her Hargrove" he runs his hand up her calf and the back of her thigh giving her round ass a pinch making her squeak"

Billy is furious grabbing the man by the shirt he yanks him up and slams him into the wall "you touch her again" he grins through his teeth "I'll kill you" he snaps like a feral dog the guy snorts "what's your problem Hargrove you blew it, it's our turn" when the man said our turn like she was a duck doll Billy lost it hauling back with a scream of rage and punched him in the face, the man flailed punching back landing one to hisntight cheek but it was weak wouldn't even leave a bruise. Billy held him to the ground and punched him over and over. Y/N looked at Billy gasping "Billy!" She cried out Nancy ran over grabbing Billy's fist "ENOUGH" She yells Y/N feels dizzy her heel slips but thankfully Jonathan was right there catching the messy girl in his arms "okay alright Y/N up we go" he coos to her as she stumbles "atta girl' he pushed her hair back and held her. Steve was busy getting rid if the crowd and blocking the exit as Y/N kept trying to escape.

Billy stopped when Nancy grabbed him his eyes furious. He say Jonathan catch Y/N thankfully and he shook his fist as it was sore knuckles split he looked at Nancy who said "look I cant really explain but you need to take her home.. after you and Stella... shes just really upset okay" Billy was confused but nodded "yeah okay" he walked over grabbing Y/N by the waist when she squirmed away from Jonathan "I'm sorry guy" he mutters throwing the yelling girl over his broad shoulder. She kicks and curses and pounds on his back and he ignores her putting her in the camaro and buckling her in. He gets in with a angery sigh and starts driving.

Y/N is drunk and angery her emotions running rapid. Clenching her fists she starts to scream like a toddler pounding her fists on the seat either side of her thighs "STOP THE CAR LET ME OUT" she shrieks. "No you're drunk" he snarls at her. But hes forced to pull over as she unbuckled herself and stated opening the door. He slams the breaks pulling over on the empty road "what the hell is wrong with you?!" He yells as she gets out

Y/N is hyperventilating walking a few feet from the car she grips her hair and yells at the forest to their left "ITS NOT FAIR" she yells going from loopy to emotional. Her hands tremble and Billy gets out of the car "Y/N what the fuck isnt fair what's you're problem. The Stella thing? News flash I didnt kiss her back!" She spins around "No she cant have you!" She yells shaking he looks at her blankly "What are tou talking about?! Jesus fucking christ why are you so mad about this why do you even care?!" She couldn't breath her tears came streaming out down her cheeks "no no no she cant that was suposed to be me!" She sobs falling to her knees the truth comes pouring out of her lips she rocks forward crying slapping her hands against the warm pavement like a child "I'm your girl not her!" She cried sobs racking through her body "I'm your girl" she shakes her head repeating herself

Billy stares at her in awe his heart breaks for the woman before him throwing a tantrum on the empty rode and he regrets even talking to Stella when she cries about being his girl he wants to cry with her. Hes loved her since the night she cleaned him up thats when he knew he was in love and it scared him like hell. He knelt down infront of her pulling her close "shhh shhh shh" he says rocking her small form "I'm sorry okay I'm sorry let's go home Angle let's go home okay" he whispers into her hair his heart breaking at the fact that he made her cry like this

Picking her up bridal style as her whimpers died down Billy places her in the passengers seat carefully. He presses his lips to her forehead and then drives them home.

Chapter 4: Handle with Care

She started to calm down her breathing normal curled up in the seat. It's only 10pm but the others were no where around thank god. He helped her walk inside and took her to her room. She sat on the bed wiping her eyes as she started to sober up. Billy had left and returned with a glass of water and some Asprin having her drink the entire glass. He sat on the bed beside her silently. She fiddled with the edge of her dress as she started to relize exactly what she had done. Her heart is pounding un her chest her buzz still remains but she was clear headed. They sat quietly for over 20 minutes before Billy turned to her. He looked her in her eyes and grabbed her face. Kissing her deeply. She gasped softly as he deepens the kiss holding her face to his he nips her plump lip softly and she pushes herself forward climbing into his lap wrapping her arms around him he grips her waist tightly "god I've wanted to do this for so long" he growls "I'm so sorry Y/N" he says softly pressing kisses to her cheeks and jaw she shakes her head "I'm sorry I was being so stupid I got jealous and lost it" she says tilting her head to the side as he trails down her neck

Billy sucks loves bits down to the sweet spot where her neck and shoulder meets and bites down "you are my girl Y/N. You're my girl" he promises. She pulls his face back up to hers and kisses him deeply her hips unintentionally starting against his and he groans against her lips and their bruising kiss. She stops her movements and he growls "dont stop" he snaps out using his hands to move her against him bunching up her dress to get more friction.

The feeling over her lace covered pussy rubbing against his jean clad erection drives her crazy a whole new buzz taking over her body his hands travel from her waist to her ass gripping the soft skin she squeaks and she grips the hairs at the nape of his neck giving a soft tug electing a growl from deep in his chest she bits her lip looking at him with lust filled eyes. His own eyes hold the same look. Standing up holding her up he spins around and throws her onto her bed. She looks up at him her heart pounding as he crawls on top of her pushing the skirt of her dress up. He runs a hand down the front if her thong and kisses the top of her chest as he slides a finger through her folds slowly. Stopping to tease her clit she let's out soft little moans and he hums with a smirk "shhh can't draw any attention here love" he coos slipping a finger past her slick entrance she cries out and he places his free hand over her mouth as he fingers her slowly. 2 fingers curling into her G spot she moans under his grip and arches her back looking down at him and he smirks running his tounge over his teeth like a hungry wolf. This made her shiver just staring into those icey blue eyes. Just as she started to wither coming close tonger climax he removed his fingers making her whimper under his hand "not yet princess" he hums smirking sitting up he yanks her panties down her legs. Shes up just as fast pulling him by hisnshiet undoing his buttons. Her hands run over his tanned muscular skin fingers soft against his scars she looks up sweetly kissing each one individually. He stands shocked for a moment looking down as shes so tender with him

Her fingers worked at his belt as she kissed her way down his hops. Tugging down his pants and underwear letting his erection spring free. She hummed as she let him slip passed her lips and he grunts lacing his fingers in her hair. As she sucked him running her tounge along the underside of his cock. He felt himself twitch and he pushed her back. Drool dripping from her chin with a gasp and he crawls up her body on the bed "I need 5o be inside you" he growls she bites her lip and spreads her legs daringly "then come on in" she teases

Smirking he pulls her dress off of her aggressively and attacks her breasts with kisses and sucks. Lining himself up with her entrance she whimpers impatiently. Her heart racing as he slips inside froaning into her brests " fuck you're so tight princess" he groans into her skin and she threaded her fingers through his curls. His hopes moved slowly letting her get used to his size before he began to snap his hips faster pounding into her she had to cover her own mouth for fear of waking the house

Leaning back up he holds her thighs apart leaving fingerprint bruises in her skin. He looked down at her as she withered and moaned beneath him "mmm what a good girl" he cooed and she smiled up at him her brests bounce with each thrust and she uncovers her mouth eyes rolling back as she tightened around him and he smirks "are you going to come for me princess?" He asks growling as he picks up his speed pounding all the way deep side her "Yes!" She almost yells her toes curling her fists gripping the sheets and he barks "Cum for me" and his words have her unraveling her back arches and he reaches down pinching her swollen little clit pushing her further off that edge. He groans watching her come undone and hes close behind. Pulling out letting her legs fall he pumps himself in his fist rapidly painting her stomach and hips with his cum. He looks down at her state panting. Her brests rise and fall with her breaths. The small bruises on her thighs and the hickey on her neck surrounded by a soft bite mark. Pulling in his boxers he leaves only to come back with a wash cloths wiping her down as she can hardly move.

He grabs her a clean pair of panties and one of his tshirts and dresses her. She lifts his hips for him smiling arms above her head. Sitting up she slips his tshirt on and he climbs into the bed beside her. Pulling her under the covers he laces his fingers in her hair and kisses her head muttering "That's my girl" massaging her scalp softly. They fall asleep tangled in eachother, that was the first time Billy loved anyone in this way. And she would be his only love.

[rowdywarrior85]

STRANGER THINGS PRESENTS: 8/11, PART 3 (ISSUE 1)

STRANGER THINGS PRESENTS: 8/11, PART 3

[DISCLAIMER: This story in purely fan-fiction, meaning I own no rights to the show STRANGER THINGS, its episodes or characters. Basically, this story is my interpretation of the show, its episodes or characters. Forewarning, there will be descriptions of violence (sometimes graphic), adult content and language; if you have kids under 17 reading this story, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Either way, hope you enjoy it. This story takes place between Season 3: Episodes 4-8.]

(We open to a moonlit night, the full moon beaming down the Hawkins Community Pool. Nearby, Kali gears up for battle. First, she laces up her Purple Converses. Then, throws on her ninja gi over her black bra, black cotton panties, waist-high fishnet stockings and leather skirt, then ties her gi up with a ninja belt. Then, she dons two garderbelts, one for each leg, each garderbelt brandishing three kunai knives. Then, dons her custom Shirasaya samurai sword by tying the straps on her belt behind her so it hangs by the top her ass and the handle faces her right side. Then, she applies black eyeliner and black smudge around her eyes. Then she dons her demon mask and throws up her hood. And to top it all off, she throws her custom Kali technicolor butterfly leather jacket vest over her ninja gi. Just like that, the Goddess of Death was ready for battle. Kali then runs to the Pool, where inside the lights start flickering, the Party prepare to fight against Billy under the influence of the Mind Flayer. Billy manages to break the sauna door down, El starts things off by flinging a bench press barbell with 45 lbs on each side at Billy, using all her mental might to hold him to the wall, crushing him. But Flayed Billy uses his endowed enormous flayed strength, and sends it back to her. El ducks it, Billy takes advantage and grabs her by the hair, then proceeds to choke her and lift her to the ceiling. El starts to lose consciousness, just then Mike nails Billy in the back of the head with a pipe from the sauna.)

MIKE: GO TO HELL YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!

(Mike proceeds to nail him again, but Flayed Billy catches the pipe, then flings it away from him. Flayed Billy then moves in to kill Mike. When suddenly, a familiar voice catches Billy’s ear.)

NEIL: BILLY!!

(Billy turns to the exit, and sees his asshole father, Neil Hargrove, standing 5 feet from the middle of the back wall. The Party doesn’t know whether they should be relieved or concerned for Neil’s welfare, considering Billy’s present condition.)

MAX: Neil, what are doing here? You shouldn’t be here.

NEIL: Shut up, Max, I got this.

MAX: No, you don’t understand. Billy’s become some kind of a monster.

NEIL: I said shut the fuck up, young lady. I’ll deal with you and your faggot friends later.

MIKE: Piece of shit.

(Neil points to Mike, telling him to watch himself. Then turns his attention to his son. Billy starts staggering towards his father, looking to finally destroy him.)

NEIL: So this is how you spend your spare time, young man? Fucking with kids half your size. As if your little escapades of late weren’t enough.

(As she recovers, El then notices a technicolor butterfly fluttering towards the treadmill. El feels like she’s seen this particular butterfly before.)

LUCAS: Uh, sir. I don’t think you wanna make this worse than it already is.

NEIL: (points to Lucas) Shut the fuck up, Sinclair, or you’re next!

(To Billy) Just look at you. You look so fucked up, you don’t even know which way is up. You’re WEAK AS ALL FUCK, JUST LIKE YOUR BITCH MOTHER!!

BILLY: (ROARS) FUCK YOU!!!

(Billy furiously starts throwing numerous haymakers at his father. But strangely, the punches go through Neil like it’s some sort of an illusion. Billy and the Party are perplexed at this illusion, except for El is certain who is causing it.)

WILL: Everybody is seeing this, right?

MIKE: Yeah, we see it alright.

BILLY: (ROARS) WHAT ARE YOU!?!

(The illusion of Neil then looks to El, then smiles.)

NEIL: (British Accent) It’s OK, Jane. I’ll take it from here.

(El looks to the illusion, then utter a word.)

EL: (whispers) Kali.

(Just then, Billy feels a stabbing sensation on the bottom right side of his body. He looks down and sees a kunai pierced into his body. Three more fly through the Neil illusion, piercing his top left pec, bottom left side and top right pec, knocking him back with each one. The Neil illusion then fades away, and Kali leap rolls to the left side of Billy. She then pulls out her sword, delivering right upward diagonal slice along his back, making him stagger around to the right. Kali then drives a singular thrust into his liver. Billy looks down, then grabs the blade, palm on the cutting edge, and proceeds to pull it out. Kali is in disbelief as she holds on to the sword with Billy pulling it completely out of his body, roaring at her with murderous intent.)

KALI: Right, then.

(Kali pulls her sword away from Flayed Billy’s hand, leaving a nasty cut on his hand After he assess the cut on his hand, he starts pulling out the kunai knives.)

MAX: What… the fuck… is he?

BILLY: (growls) You’ve made a fatal mistake coming here.

KALI: Speak for yourself, pretty boy.

(Billy makes his way to Kali as she readies her blade. Suddenly, he’s lifted off the ground, screaming in pain. El walks behind Kali’s left side, both hands out, both nostrils bleeding. Both combatants screaming in anger, Kali flips her left middle finger at Billy, points at him like a gun, as she brings her thumb down, El send him flying through a brick wall, outside of the building. The lights go normal as Mike goes to comfort her exhausted supergirl, while Billy recovers and runs into the night, screaming in pain. Kali goes to the hole El made, sword in hand. She then flips it upside down, wipes the blood off with her left sleeve and flicks off the rest. As she sheathes her sword, Mike, Will, Lucas and Max walk up to her but keep their distance.)

MIKE: I don’t know who the Hell you are or how you knew we were here, but thank you.

KALI: (looks to the hole) I didn’t do it for you.

(Kali removes her mask, throwing down her hood revealing her single braided hair, and hangs the mask on the right side her sword.)

(deep breath) You’ve gotten soft lately, Jane.

MIKE: And another thing, who the Hell is Jane?

EL: I am Jane.

(El walks in-between Mike and Lucas.)

MIKE: El, you know who this is?

(Kali slowly turns to the right with a sad look on her face and a blood trail from her left nostril.)

EL: Kali.

WILL: (looks with intoxication) Wow.

KALI: You never should’ve left that night.

EL: You… should’ve came with me.

(El walks slowly towards Kali.)

KALI: I wanted to, so many times. But I had my own problems to deal with, just as you had yours to tend to. I’d check on you in the Void, just to see how you’re doing. You seem so happy, yet I could sense this unseen danger lurking around you. I had to come.

(Both sisters are a yard’s length away from each other.)

Well, aren’t you going to say anything?

(El’s face starts breaking into tearful joy.)

EL: (voice breaking) I’m glad… that you’re here.

(Both sisters break into tears, and grab each other for an epic hug.)

KALI: I was so afraid, Jane. Afraid you wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore.

EL: I do. But why are you…

KALI: I know it’s a lot for you to take in, and I swear I’ll tell you everything in time. Just hold onto me, Jane, and don’t let me go this time.

EL: I missed you, Kali.

KALI: Me too, Jane.

MIKE: Uh, excuse me.

(El and Kali look to the rest of the Party, wiping away their tears.)

But do you want to tell the rest of us who the Hell you are.

EL: This is… Kali. Kali, these are… my friends.

KALI: The ones you left me for.

EL: Yes.

LUCAS: So, Kali, how is it you know El?

KALI: First off, her name is Jane. Secondly,…

(Kali lifts her left sleeve, revealing her number 8 tattoo on her wrist. Mike and Lucas look to each other, realizing what this means.)

…she’s my sister.

MIKE, WILL, LUCAS & MAX: Sister!?!

KALI: Quite. So, somebody want to tell what fuck is going on here? Like, what’s the deal with that deranged stud there?

(Meanwhile, inside the Brimborn Steel Mill…)

HEATHER : The girl, was it her?

BILLY: Yeah, it was her. She knows now. She knows about me. There is another like her. She made me… see things. They both could’ve killed me.

HEATHER: Yes. But not us. Not us.

(Both Billy and Heather look to their army, “The Flayed” and of course, the Bio-Mind Flayer. Back at the HQ in the Wheeler Household, after trying to find out what Hopper and Joyce are up to, the boys wait out in the den while the girls tend to El. Kali rolls up her sleeves, turns on the hot water, douses a rag in the hot water and wipes the blood off her nose and the strangle bruise left by Billy.)

KALI: It still hurt much?

EL: Only when I talk.

MAX: Well it’s a good thing you’re not Mike, then. BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. And you’d be in constant pain.

(The ladies have a chuckle. Max notices not only her 008 tattoo on her left wrist, but her line of faces tattoo on her right forearm.)

So, Kali. You got powers, too?

KALI: Quite. I can make people see whatever I want. I can make your dreams or your nightmares come to life. Which is how I knew your step-brother would be rattled by his father.

MAX: Cool. Now, I get the 8 tattoo, but what’s with the line of face on your right arm there?

KALI: A tribute to my crew.

(El points to Kali’s mask.)

EL: Kali…

(She strokes her index finger down, naming her friends.)

Funshine… Axel… Dottie… Mickie… and me. Where are the others? Did you leave them, too?

(Kali props herself on the wall, next to her sword.)

KALI: You left us in a fucked position after you left, Jane. We were in Milwaukee, waiting on our dinner. I was stuck in a lonely rut. Next thing I know, I hear a gunshot. Mickie’s brains were splattered across the windshield. Then in walks this Soviet twat holding Dottie hostage, then kills her. Soviet soldiers pour into our hideout, then killed Axel. Only Funshine and I made it, at least until we got the bus station. Funshine gave me time to escape, then sacrificed himself for me, taking out half the soldiers. I made it all the way to Los Angeles.

MAX: Wow, you made it all the way to California? By any chance did you run into my Dad over there?

KALI: I don’t know, Maxie. Might I continue uninterrupted, please?

MAX: Sorry.

KALI: Anyway, I ended up getting taken in by a Yakuza clan in Little Tokyo, hence the ninja attire. After six months, that same Soviet twat found me, but ended up slaying him. But not before spouting this story about a secret Russian base somewhere in this town before he died. Afterwards, I took my bath, found myself in the Void, seeing your policeman shitting on your boyfriend.

MAX: (chuckles) Oh, they’re not together anymore, all thanks to me and obviously Hopper.

(Kali looks to El like “Who is Hopper?”)

EL: Policeman.

KALI: Right. Well, at that moment, I saw something. Something monstrous, like it was drawn to me. From then on, I knew.

(sniffles) I realized, I had to find you.

EL: Kali, I’m… sorry. If I knew…

KALI: (tearfully) Oh, it’s OK, Jane. I’m here now, and you’re here. Funshine said that we’d need each other, and he was right.

(Both sisters hug each other, Max joins in on the hug. While in the den, the boys contemplate their next move, while at the same time Mike is wondering what the girls are doing in the bathroom.)

MIKE: What are they still doing in there?

LUCAS: I don’t know. Girls just like hanging out in bathrooms.

MIKE: Why?

LUCAS: I mean, I don’t know.

MIKE: They’re conspiring against me.

WILL: That’s what you’re concerned about now?

MIKE: It’s not my main concern, it’s just a sub-concern.

WILL: I thought it was already over.

MIKE: It’s not over, okay? We’re just taking a break.

WILL: She said she dumped your ass. That doesn’t sound like a break. Besides, what about Kali?

MIKE: What about her?

WILL: We should be grateful she’s here, that she saved our asses.

LUCAS: And you got the hots for her.

WILL: What?! No, I don’t.

LUCAS: Oh no? You weren’t all “WOW” with hearts in your eyes at her when she turned to us?

WILL: I was simply blown away by her skills.

LUCAS: I bet you were.

MIKE: Yeah, Will. If you like her that much, why don’t you date her, better yet marry her.

KALI: (in the bathroom) Oh, leave him alone, would ya? You do realize we can hear you tossers out there? For the record, I’m flattered.

(The girls giggle at the boys, yet the boys chuckle at Mike.)

MIKE: (mutters) Bitch.

(There’s a knock at the basement door.)

NOT NOW, MOM.

NANCY: Mike, open the door.

(Mike runs up the stairs to the open the door and find Nancy and Jonathan.)

We need to talk.

JONATHAN: Where’s Will?

WILL: I’m down here.

(Jonathan runs downstairs to embrace his little brother, knowing he’s OK. The girls step out of the bathroom.)

NANCY: Hey, El, Max, and you are…

KALI: Kali.

MIKE: She’s El’s sister from the lab.

KALI: Jane, if you would, Michael. Lovely to meet you, dear.

(Nancy and Kali shake hands.)

If you don’t mind, do you have any shirts I can comandeer? My selection is a bit limited.

NANCY: Oh, sure. Girls, wanna help me?

MAX: Sure. Come on, El.

MIKE: OK, let’s take a drink break. Guys, Mom’s got some soda in the fridge.

KALI: Actually, could you leave Will the Wise here? Exchange information and what not.

JONATHAN: Yeah, I don’t see why not. Guys, upstairs.

MIKE: Don’t try anything with him, got it.

(Kali flips him off and points him upstairs.)

WILL: It’s OK, Mike. We’ll be fine.

(As the rest head upstairs, Will turns to Kali, sitting seductively on the couch.)

So… what did want to talk to me about?

KALI: This “Mind Flayer”. From what Jane told me, it’s this monster composed of shadow and smoke. That it took you over last year.

WILL: That’s right.

(Kali prompts him to have a seat next to her. Will sits to her right.)

Is that what you want to talk to me about? My past is something I really don’t like to talk about.

KALI: Well, I wish that I could say my interest was… purely psychological.

WILL: You trying to get into my head, Kali?

KALI: Don’t have to, William. You’re real easy to read.

WILL: It’s the hair, right?

KALI: (giggles) All I’m saying is, I saw something similar to this rendition of this Mind Flayer. I can draw it up, if you like.

(Will passes the crayons and a sheet of paper.)

WILL: Be my guest.

(As Kali draws her assailant, the boys and Max wonder what’s going on down stairs.)

MIKE: I just wish I knew what was happening down there.

MAX: To tell you the truth, Mike, you really need to chill out.

LUCAS: Yeah, who knows. Kali might just be what Will needs right now.

MIKE: Seriously?

LUCAS: Why not? It worked out for Nancy and Jonathan.

(Jonathan chuckles and looks up concerning Nancy. She and El go through t-shirt selections. Nancy gets and sees somebody in the reflection. In the mirror, she sees her dead bestie, Barbara Holland. El knows Kali is inducing this illusion, but understands why.)

EL: (takes a few shirts) I’ll leave you two alone.

NANCY: Thank you.

(El leaves Nancy with her illusion.)

Barb?

BARB: Hi, Nance. I see you been busy lately. Dating Jonathan Byers, battling assholes at the Post, not to mention you and your mom throwing down with Hargrove asshole.

(Nancy tearfully laughs)

I couldn’t be any prouder of you.

NANCY: (tearfully places her hand on the mirror with Barb’s) I’ve missed you, Barb.

(Nancy and Barb smile at each other. Downstairs, Kali finishes her drawing, revealing the appearance of the Bio-Mind Flayer/B.M.F.)

WILL: Incredible. Only it looks different, almost if it like…

WILL & KALI: …organic.

WILL: (chuckles) Yeah.

KALI: What is it about scarred individuals? For some, it’s physical scars. For others, it’s the psychological scars. For you,…

(Kali feels up his left side under his shirt, feeling his burn scar.)

…physical and psychological.

WILL: My mom burnt the Mind Flayer out of my body last year. So, what?

(Will tries to get up, but Kali sits him back down.)

KALI: I don’t mind the resume’ or your measure of a mother’s love. I just wanna know the real you.

WILL: What’s there to know about me?

KALI: Your life’s an open book to me, and it’s rather sad. Of all your party members I’ve observed in the Void, Will the Wise, you fascinate me the most. You lost 2 years of your life to the horrors of this “Upside-Down”, and it’s devoid you of a life with your friends and family. Not to mention, it tremendously affects your sex life,...

(Kali looks him up and down) …or lack thereof.

WILL: Look, I don’t know what you see in me, Kali. But whatever it is, it’s not there.

(Will attempts to stands again, but Kali blocks him with a kick of the left leg, knocking him back down, allowing her to straddle him.)

KALI: Oh, you wanna give it a go?

(Kali starts undoing her ninja gi.)

I’ll bring the Pepsi,…

(She then slides it off, revealing her black lingerie and the rest of her fishnet stockings that go to her waist, topped with her leather skirt.)

…you just bring your scarred psyche with you.

(Will is godsmacked, not even believing this is actually happening as Kali adjusts herself on him.)

Relax William, this is actually happening. The only illusion I’m casting is for Nancy, a reunion of long gone friends.

WILL: (clears throat) Direct, aren’t you?

KALI: You prefer strong and dangerous women, don’t you. I’ve done my homework. Or do I need to look like something out of Dungeons & Dragons to get your attention?

WILL: It wouldn’t do you any good. I haven’t had much luck with girls lately.

(Kali inches closers to Will.)

KALI: Well, maybe you haven’t meant the right kind of girl.

(loudly) Unless Michael has something to say in the matter.

(Both Kali and Will look to Mike and the gang with El holding a choice of shirts.)

MIKE: Yeah, actually I would. You wanna get off Will, please?

KALI: (looks to Will, whispers) To be continued.

(Kali dismounts Will, then walks up to Mike.)

MIKE: And another thing, stay out of our heads, especially Nancy’s.

NANCY: Mike.

MIKE: As if she’s got enough up her ass.

NANCY: MIKE!!

(Mike stops talking.)

It’s OK.

(Nancy looks to Kali, mouthing a “thank you”. Kali winks at Nancy then turns to El.)

KALI: Those my choice of shirts, Jane?

EL: Here.

KALI: Thank you.

(Kali takes the shirts, flips off Mike and strolls off into the bathroom.)

MIKE: What a sociopath.

(Kali looks back at Mike and then to Will, then shuts the door.)

WILL: (sighs) What a woman.

(Mike and Lucas looks to Will with an awkward look while El looks at Will with a vacant expression. Moments later, after connecting the dots from the rats, devoured fertilizer and cleaning products, Mrs. Driscoll and the events from last night, it was clear the Mind Flayer had returned somehow. When Nancy learned that Heather Holloway became part of the “flayed”, it was obvious her former boss at the Hawkins Post, Tom Holloway is flayed as well.)

NANCY: We need to get to the Holloway residence.

(Kali steps out with a hot pink blouse cut up to show off her abs.)

KALI: Right. Then, there isn’t a moment to lose, is there? Let’s roll.

MIKE: No, WE are going to the Holloways, not you. You’re staying put.

KALI: Bullshit. After what happened last night, you’re going to need all the help you can get.

(Kali goes to grab her vest, but Mike swipes it from her.)

MIKE: You’re not coming with us. We don’t need your help.

KALI: Bitch, please. You lot needed my help against Billy, and how did that go before I came along?

MIKE: Do what you want. I’m not afraid of you or your goddamn illusions.

(Kali inches up to Mike.)

KALI: Who says I need an illusion to deal with you.

(She then does leg hook with a push to knock him down. Then proceeds to pull out her sword, hovering the point between his eyes. The Party act surprised.)

KALI: Steady, mates.

MIKE: El, call your crazy sister off, please!

EL: No. You need to listen to her.

KALI: Thank you, Jane. Not as long as your down there, Michael, listen to me very carefully. There are two kinds of people in this world. What a person can do, and what a person cannot do. For instance, you can either accept me into the fold, or you cannot. With all that’s going on lately, your going to have to contend with me eventually. Now, me personally, I can slice you up six ways Sunday and paint this whole basement in your blood. But you can’t combat this threat with just one trump card, now can do? So…

(Kali sheathes her sword, picks up and puts on her vest, and helps Mike up.)

…can you accept me into the fold, or not?

MIKE: (heavy sigh) Just don’t get in the way.

KALI: (Japanese) Dick.

(El laughs as Mike gets slightly aggravated. The Party then boards the Station Wagon. Nancy in the driver’s seat, Jonathan on shotgun, LuMax and El in the backseat, leaving Mike, Will and Kali how to fit in the trunk.)

MIKE: Seriously?

WILL: Welcome to my world.

KALI: Come now, boys. We’ll make do.

(Mike and Will sit across from each other in the trunk, with Kali sitting on Will’s lap, much to Mike’s dismay.)

NANCY: Seatbelts.

(Everybody straps in.)

Hey Kali, you okay where you are back there?

KALI: (Looks to Mike with a grin on her face) Oh yeah.