#st2 billy

[stevesbanana]

Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes:

Billy: “We are not gonna cry over a guy that doesn’t know what y=mx+b means”

Y/n: “Do you?”

Billy: “This isn’t about me.”

[chirpsythismorning]

S5 opener REAL

[putting-eddie-munson-in-places]

You know the scene where Billy is lifting weights right when Jason knocks on the door? Put him standing behind Billy while he's lifting the dumbell or what it's called, please and thank you❤️

how’s that?

[deepenny]

I saw someone looking for the Stranger Things 2 posters on twitter and I am a media hoarder so here you go

Part 1/3

[happy74827]

This got flagged on TikTok for “ineligibility” so I’m posting it here ✨

Song: Friends — Chase Atlantic

Show: Stranger Things (S2)

Character: Billy Hargrove

[void-of-chill]

[honeii-puff]

So me and my friend had a debate and it made me realize how you can see which characters are favored by the creators by how much of their backstory (how the grew up, what happened before s1, their family lives) we know of them.

For this, im going to be using characters that got introduced in S1, as they have had the most time to be added onto (almost a decade), plus Max as a shoe-in.

This list would be: The Byers(+el), the Wheelers, The Hendersons, the Sinclairs, the Mayfields, and the Harringtons.

The Byers:

Joyce married Lonnie and had Jonathan and Will before separating (I don't remember explicitly why, probably because he was a piece of shit). Jonathan and Will live with Joyce with no visitation from Lonnie, and are very close. Joyce isn't the most stable parent, so Jonathan helps around, kind of co-parenting Will. El grew up in the lab, and we see all the stuff that happens when shes younger, which makes sense since she is the main face of the show, so she's kind of exempt from this list.

The Wheelers:

On the outside, they're seen as the perfect suburban family, but in reality, Karen and Ted are in a loveless marriage, especially proven in s3 when Karen is having a weird relationship with Billy. The Wheeler siblings have a normal sibling dynamic of shouting and a love-hate relationship, with (this mainly applying to Nancy) the pressure of having to hold up the "perfect family" image.

The Mayfields:

Max's mom married Billy's dad when Max was young (I dont know if they mentioned what happened to her dad or if i just forgot), after Billy's mom had died. They lived in California until they were introduced in s2. Billy's dad is physically and verbally abusive, which has influenced Billy's actions towards Max. After Billy's death, we know that Billy's dad left, and that Max's mom isn't in a good mental state, leaving Max to take care of herself while also coping with her brother's death.

Now lets compare that to what we know about the Hendersons, the Sinclairs, and the Harringtons:

The Hendersons:

Dustin's dad isn't in the picture (we dont know why), and his mom likes cats.

The Sinclairs:

Lucas has both of his parents, who are in a loving relationship, and he has his sister Erica, who he has a generic sibling relationship with.

The Harringtons:

Rich background, Steve's parents are never around, but it's never expressed as to what his relationship with them is like. (Ik he wasn't meant to be a main character and he was supposed to die in s1, but its been a decade, they could have added onto it at any time)

We can also see this in how their trauma affects them

El and Will both have similar "im the freak" mindsets, which gives them the struggle of being able to make new friends and expand their circle. They also have a lot of trauma from the upside down, and El unknowingly blocked memories of what happened with 001 due to how traumatic they were.

Mike was bullied his whole life, which does reflect in his character, making him quick to react to situations rather than analysing them before responding. His trauma doesn't come from his family, but from other people he has been around. With both him and Nancy, it is shown that they both struggle with telling people that they care about "I love you" (Nancy with Steve, Mike with El), probably from seeing how "love" affected their parents.

Max's mental health had a steep decline after loosing Billy, and it is explicitly shown and a large part of her character in s4, so that one needs little explanation due to how blatantly obvious it is.

Now, Dustin, Lucas, and Steve have all been dealing with the Upside Down just as long as the others have been (besides Max), and little trauma is shown from it.

Dustin and Lucas were both bullied like Will and Mike were, yet it doesn't seem to actually affect their character like it has for Mike and Will. Both also have their share of events happening with the Upside Down.

Steve did go through a character arc, but we don't see how trauma has affected him, especially since he seems to be the shows punching bag. He got tortured by russians, almost got shot by his ex, has gotten into fight after fight for these kids, and got dragged to the bottom of the lake by his ankles and proceeded to get strangled and attacked by bats.

And none of them seemed to be affected by any of it.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

If there are any other ST characters you want an analysis on, send an ask!

[plxnovak]

[strxnger-things]

Bonus:

credit / other memorygate posts: X, X and X

[stevesbanana]

Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes:

Y/n: “I made you this friendship bracelet Billy.”

Billy: “I’m not really a bracelet guy.”

Y/n: “Oh it’s fine you don’t ha-“

Billy: “No I’m gonna wear it forever shut up.”

[annoyingexboyfriend]

M A M A

B O Y

mama's boy

mama's boy.

mama's boy

mama's boy.

[aloneinthehellfire]

So I was wondering can you maybe do a Billy x reader where Like he jealous of Steve trying to flirt with reader but she is dating Billy but Steve does not know that so Billy goes up to reader and kisses her you can do whatever at the end thank you so much

i hope this is okay :)

I Wanna Be Yours

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: Billy Hargrove has been dating Y/n Wheeler for a few glorious months. Considering their friends, they decided to keep it a secret. His friends didn’t like her. Her friends didn’t like him. And neither of them were upset about that deal as long as they were together. But when things start to test this theory, Billy has other plans...

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking (at a party), flirting, lots of fluffy stuff

[A/N: this has to be the happiest thing i've ever written. like there's no tears??? no death??? crazy stuff]

!this is set between ST2 and ST3!

I WANNA BE YOURS

You weren’t originally meant to be at this party.

After your boyfriend told you he had been invited to a house party at Tommy H’s house, you didn’t have any interest in going. Most people would expect you to want to be there with your boyfriend, attend things as a couple like most do. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be with him, or that he didn’t want you there. It’s just different when you’re dating Billy Hargrove.

When you first met him, you had to admit you were attracted to his confidence. And, after time, you really got to know him beneath the typical jock exterior and fell for him for a whole new reason. The flirty comments and stolen glances would assure that you would soon end up dating, much to the dislike of your friends.

Billy didn’t have a great track record with people. In fact, just last year, he had gotten out of control and it resulted in a fight with Steve Harrington after Billy went after his sister’s friends. You had to admit, you didn’t like that side to him at all. Sure, he was always kind and patient with you, but it took a lot of apologies and promises for you to really forgive him. But just because you saw him for who he really was, didn’t mean your friends would too.

And they weren’t the only ones who would disapprove of the relationship. Billy was quick to make friends after moving to Hawkins, becoming close pals with Tommy H and everyone associated. And they hated you. Mostly because you wouldn’t take any of their bullshit. You only hung out with them when Nancy Wheeler did, considering she was your sister, and you were glad when she started dating Jonathan Byers. It meant you never had to deal with the ‘popular’ rich kids ever again.

You and Billy have been together for six months now, and you had kept it a secret for those six months. It wasn’t from embarrassment, or for the thrill. You both really liked eachother. You wanted this. But you didn’t want the snide comments from Steve and Nancy, nor the snarky remarks from Tommy and Carol. You just wanted to be happy together.

So, Billy didn’t invite you with him to that house party. And you didn’t care. You knew he’d be right back to you after it was all over. Your plans to meet the diner down town were always kept like promises.

And then Steve came to you ranting about the same party some of his old basketball friends were dragging him to and you made the last minute decision to attend, hating every second.

“Oh, shit.” Steve murmurs into his red solo cup, eyes glued to the entrance.

“What?” You ask, sniffing your own cup and almost tearing up from the strong smell of alcohol.

When Steve didn’t answer, you place down the punch, gladly, and turn around to see what your friend was upset about.

Nancy was stood in the doorway, eyebrows raised at the display of someone hanging from the first floor banister, clearly drunk out of their mind. And beside her, sporting the same expression, was Jonathan. You hiss through your teeth.

“Oh.” You simply say, wincing when Steve chugs down the rest of his drink. “I didn’t know they were coming, I swear.”

“Me neither.” He sighs, reaching towards a bottle to refill his drink. Before he reaches it, you quickly swipe the Cola and hold it out to him. He laughs. “Okay, okay, fine.”

Pouring it into his cup, you hum happily. He had already dragged you to this loud party, you weren’t willing to also take on the responsibility of handling drunk Steve.

“Look, I know it’s all still fresh and new, but…” You place your hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look at you, “You need to move on.”

He simply raises an eyebrow.

“Go meet some girls!” You insist, and he shakes his head. “Well it’s either talk to some girls or watch Nancy and Jonathan be all cuddly and cute. They’ll be holding hands, then sharing drinks and eventually we’ll find them in a corner kissing-”

“Jesus, okay!” Steve interrupts and you smirk. “You’ve convinced me already, I don’t need that image in my mind.”

“Sorry.” You laugh, looking around the room and your eyebrows raise. “What about her?”

“Hm?” He turns his head to that direction, slowly nodding. “Yep, yeah, okay. I can do this.”

“That’s the spirit.” You smile, gently pushing him towards the girl leant against the wall, “Go get ‘em.”

Steve sends you an amused look and you giggle as he walks over to the blonde, immediately turning on his charm. If he hadn’t already been dating your sister when you met him, you probably would have found that attractive. Now, it was weird to think of him as anything more than a friend.

Your eyes drift across the room, searching the crowd like you’ve been doing ever since you got here. Then, there’s a loud bustle of laughter in the front room by the keg stand and you finally see what you’ve been looking for.

Billy notices you staring, his eyes lighting up across the room in surprise.

Ever since he got to the party, he had been regretting his decision. Not that he didn’t think he’d have fun, but because after six months he had realised just how much he loved having you around. There was a mild co-dependency that he felt with you; he finally found someone he could be himself around. When he was with Tommy and his mates, he always put on this mask of the person everyone thought he was. And it was exhausting. You were his breath of fresh air. And he couldn’t survive without it.

So, to see you standing across the room from him, looking as amazing as ever, his chest felt a little lighter.

You send him a little wave and he couldn’t help the grin that spreads across his face. Unluckily for him, he forgets he’s in close proximity to someone who would never understand.

“Seriously, dude?” Tommy nudges his shoulder, snapping him back into focus.

“What?” He tries to dismiss the conversation, filling his cup at the tap and trying to avoid letting his eyes drift back to you. He couldn’t help it. You looked beautiful.

“You could do so much better than that slut.” Tommy laughs, earning a few snickers of agreement from Carol after she finished her drink.

“She’s probably just here cause her last boy-toy ran away.” She sneers and Billy tightens his jaw.

“Or,” Billy leans back against the wall, looking uninterested, “She’s just here for the party. Let’s be real, who’d wanna miss a Tommy rager?”

His words distracted the conversation, boisterous laughs and slaps on the back echoing around Tommy and Billy let out a frustrated breath.

When he arrived in Hawkins, there had been a rumour going around that you had slept your way through high school. Which, not to his surprise, wasn’t the case. The rumour was created by Carol after you stood up to her in school. Girls like that didn’t take criticism too kindly. So, knowing the truth, Billy had to fight every bone in his body not to say what was really on his mind. Even if he couldn’t admit it, he actually cared what these people thought of him. They ruled the town. And he wanted his best shot at getting through this hell.

Conversation faded into casual talks, his friends sometimes making rude comments about random people at the party. Billy simply watched, only joining in when they looked at him expectantly. At this point in the night, he’d be too drunk to care. But ever since he started dating you, he realised he could have fun without alcohol.

In fact, things were going pretty smoothly until he caught sight of you and Harrington.

He was never bothered about your friendship with him, especially not after you made it clear he would only ever be a friend. But all those feelings change when he sees Harrington leaning in a little too close to you, his eyes drifting to your lips as you chatted obliviously. And Billy hated it.

“Did you even try to get their number?” You ask aimlessly, already knowing the answer from how Steve was awkwardly smiling at you. “God, okay, well. I guess you’ll never be over Nancy.”

After a few failed attempts at flirting, Steve had trudged back to where you were stood, embarrassed to say the least. You were always told about how great Steve was with the ladies. And watching as he was shot down by multiple women really lowered your expectations.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” He groaned, wiping a hand down his face. “I used to be a pro at this!”

“Are you sure?” You remark before shaking your head. “Sorry.”

“Ugh, you’re right.” Steve says miserably, “Nancy is going to have a happy little life with Jonathan and I’ll still be getting drunk at parties and moaning about how I lost the girl of my dreams.”

“Sounds like fun.” You smirk and he rolls his eyes. “Steve, you’re a great guy! Just because it didn’t work out with Nance doesn’t mean you won’t ever fall in love again. And I highly doubt you’re gonna find someone at a house party hosted by Tommy.”

“You think?” He looks hopeful, turning his whole body to face you and you nod, smiling.

“Absolutely.” You assure, playfully shoving his shoulder. “And I’m serious. You’ve grown a lot since junior year. Anyone you end up dating will be lucky to have you.”

Steve doesn’t reply. Instead, he just stares at you, searching your eyes and you raise an eyebrow with a laugh.

“Earth to Steve?” You say jokingly and he smiles.

“Sorry, I just…” He tightens his lips, gaze flickering to yours for just a second, “I think I’m drunk.”

“Probably.” You shrug, completely oblivious to what Steve was trying to do.

It wasn’t until he leant in closer that your mind finally decided he was flirting. Thankfully, you were aware it was because he was drunk and lonely. Tomorrow you’d both laugh about it.

“Steve.” You warn nicely and he blinks, shaking his head.

You suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder and you spin around with a confused frown before seeing Billy staring down at you.

Before you could speak, Billy cups your face and brings your lips to his. It’s sweet and passionate, his hands holding you gently. You instinctively lean in, smiling into his lips before realising what he was doing.

Pulling away, you frown at his action, only to see him smiling down at you and you search his eyes for some kind of answer to his actions.

“What the…” Steve mutters behind you and your eyes widen.

Tommy isn’t so subtle. “The actual fuck, dude?!”

“He- he’s just drunk.” You stammer out, trying to diffuse the situation with a million thoughts running through your mind.

When Billy saw Steve flirting with you, his body had reacted before his mind. He strode over to you with haste, tapping your shoulder and immediately claiming your lips. When you had broken the kiss first, he had already decided that this is what he wanted.

“What are you doing?” You whisper at him, a smile playing on your lips, and he could tell you were trying your best to keep up appearances.

“I don’t wanna hide anymore.” He admits and the grin you had been fighting breaks onto your face.

“Are you sure?”

Billy was fully aware of the audience you had right now. But it felt like it was just you and him in the room. Rather than answer verbally, he slips his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in to plant a kiss on the side of your forehead with a soft smile.

“I want the whole world to know I’m yours.” He whispers into your ear and you bite your bottom lip, eyes light with happiness.

“Okay.” You nod, allowing him to walk you away from the table and towards the front of the house, barely registering the shocked faces of people around you, “I hope you like me enough to fight off all the snarky comments we’re gonna get.”

“I like you enough to drop those assholes the second they make one of those snarky remarks.” He replies with a wink, opening the door for you.

“Dude’s whipped!” Tommy heckles from the far corner, earning a burst of laughter from his jock friends.

Once you step out, Billy turns back to the crowd and grins.

“For life.” He promises, shutting the door with no regrets.

You’re patiently waiting for him further up the path, shaking your head in amusement. The last thing you expected from this party was for Billy to reveal your secret. Your chest felt a little lighter knowing you could tell everyone about the boy you adored.

“What just happened?” You laugh when he meets you, slipping his jacket off and throwing it around your shoulders.

“I think we turned Tommy’s house party into our coming out party.” He shrugs, still grinning. Not that he could help it; he hadn’t felt this happy and relieved in years.

“Good.” You nod, clasping the hand that hung beside your neck, pulling him closer for warmth.

You’d deal with your friends another day. Right now, you were going to enjoy this moment for all it was worth.

[madfable]

It's time for BILLYYYY~☆

I'm happy how he turns out in my style!! I luf him~♡

[goldberrg]

here I am

summery : The sweet growl of the Camaro engine, Scorpions in the radio and a downpour outside the window.

Just a couple of hours ago, the gray of a stormy day was only behind a thick layer of glass of the tutor's cozy house — the ease of the atmosphere was accompanied by the measured ticking of the wall clock, the teacher's mumbling and the slightly nasty whisper of a pen wandering on paper. The dull walks of the wind outside the walls of the house, the raindrops lazily spreading over the windows — everything was tolerable, even lullingly pleasant, until the long-distance highway and the sidewalk banks were covered with small, impulsive rain rushing into the break, like a marathon running, and puddles splashed underfoot.

The evening, already coming early, unpredictably driving the sun away from its usual place, stealthily crept up, covering the purple sky with a gloomy bluish blanket. Heavy rain clouds poured generously over the road and therefore the gray asphalt lost its paint, but at the same time it shone fabulously, either because of the rarely winking lanterns, or because of a tiny piece of the moon peeking out of a crack between the mourning fir trees and the untouched sky. The dancing lights of the moonlight raced forward, especially trembling when the trampling of your soaked sneakers seemed to break a twitchy line on the water, interrupting the harmony of the rain noise with squelching. Sighing heavily, you quickened your pace, keeping the hope that the road to the house would somehow shorten, but the nose tingling from the cold and the fingers of your hands, noticeably pink at the seeds, similar to a cherry seed, said otherwise.

Walking towards the wind, you feel its cold, nimble stripes creep under your clothes, paw your neck and even reach your back, which makes you shiver with shoulders, clutching the bag to my chest. Because of the pounding hooves of the autumn rain and your own heavy breathing, you barely catch the flirtations of tree branches rubbing against each other, turning black from their own shadow and the gloom of the evening.

But suddenly you stopped in horror. Behind you, the screeching of a car was clearly heard, then the flickering of low headlights outlined your image on the road.. it seemed that something terrible was happening, knocking you off balance, but as soon as the sharp wings of the car approached, everything fell into place. The terrible screeching sound was replaced by a sweet combination of the gentle purring of the engine and the multiple tapping of drops on the metal roof. The music escaping from the case subsided for a moment, as if allowing you to hear the door open. Retreating a step, you duck, immediately recoiling a couple more steps, plunging into confusion.

— Come on, I'll give you a ride. — Billy, reaching from the driver's seat to the door, opened it in front of you, giving you a moonlight smile. — Or should I leave you? — large pupils, dark as night, with a questioning glimmer, as if stolen from plush toys, stared at you, and the guy who snorted with his nose, noticing your restraint, begins to hurry.

Barely opening your mouth, you awkwardly get into the car. You slam the door and immediately rest your palms on the console of the car — a slight jitters envelops your whole body, you light up on Billy, but immediately close my eyes, patiently waiting for the water to quickly drain from your face. It turns out that the evening was quiet. Everything, though worried about the rain, was already getting ready for bed, where gray darkness was already waiting for them. And only the car raced smoothly along the road — the growl of the engine was so sweet, the long guitar solo tearing from the radio was just as awkward, because the peculiar silence created was more disgusting than the hair sticking to the skin. In your own breathing, still trembling from walking fast, you hear tension, your hands do not come off the console, my feet are pressed into the floor and you, afraid to make the car seat even wetter, do not even lean back against it. Swallowing a lump of air in your throat, you look at Billy again, calmly holding one hand on the steering wheel, and the other, affectionately holding a smoldering cigarette with two fingers, at his raised lips. Acrid smoke, as if not knowing where to go, then hides behind the aisles of the car, then dimly glowing rises in shreds to the roof.

— Thank you very much. — adjusting your glasses, which have transferred all your weight to the tip of your nose, you mutter hesitantly, glancing at the guy. — Well, for giving me a ride.

— Nothing serious. — the words, like smoke, exhale easily and serenely. The eyelids rise heavily, which makes the face outlined with curly hair become languid, and the freely falling moonlight makes the contented lines creeping from the eyes and cheeks darker.

You don't know exactly how many more monotonous kinds of greenery flew before your eyes, before your soul was warmed by a warmer and friendlier light from the windows of familiar houses — as if getting out of a gloomy world, you find yourself in a fairy tale, which in its own way makes your heart tremble. However, the repeated grinding of the wheels told you that it was time to get out, which is why the excitement almost escapes from your mouth, getting stuck in your throat.

— How can I thank you? — the question sounded quiet, but it doesn't matter, because the guy was ahead of all your thoughts, leaning close to you. You were stunned. Your face burned furiously, turned purple brighter than any expensive fabric, and large drops of sweat, mixing with absolutely fresh rainwater, made your face shine brighter than the eyes that darted to the side, to the other, but in a moment stopped on Billy's face.

— And I asked you not to ask stupid questions. — feeling on your neck how the guy sighs heavily with his nose, you bite your lip, involuntarily stretching your hand between us, it seems, touching the guy's thigh — jeans slide pleasantly, it's worth holding your palm over them. Slow kisses, as if it were planned, bloom on the neck, causing a pleasant tickling, both on the skin and deep inside. A sly laugh is clearly heard in your ears, which makes goosebumps run excitedly through your hands, you arch in your back, yielding closer to the guy, when suddenly he comes off. Only a shameful moment passes, in order for Billy, with a grin in his eyes, to make the music louder and, sweetly opening his lips, whispered. — You blushed a lot, are you already so shy?

The curve of one thick eyebrow indicated that it was not worth giving an answer, but something in his chest anyway.. exploded like a firecracker that almost tore off your fingers. You flinch, squinting and fighting to look away. Too ashamed, too hot, a state on the verge of a little panic, which quickly gives way to numbness — tickling, even frosty, the guy's hand slides along your neck, rises higher, gently stroking the skin and, reaching your chin, trembling innocently, raises his head a little higher. After swallowing, you whisper softly but legibly, touching the guy's broad chest with my fingers.

— You see, it's out of habit.

Just a couple of seconds, stretching like a pitch heated by the sun, allowed you to see your own reflection in your eyes, wet because of the moon and lampposts. You, guided by my gaze and fingers holding your chin, barely reached for the face opposite — at that moment indecision enveloped you in a gloomy fog and you closed your eyes, as if gathering my courage. A wonderful moment and Billy's lips confidently covered yours, slightly swollen, maybe cracked somewhere. In such proximity, you clearly felt a tart residue from cigarette smoke and a burning tingling on the tip of your tongue due to mint candy. It was difficult to respond to the kiss, the desire was too strong just to feel how Billy, having inhaled the pungent smell of everything that can be associated with him, crumples my lips with his sticky lips. The guy's hands walk around the body — affectionate strokes on the back turn into nimbly rising higher, to the head, where the fingers are already burrowing into wet hair, gently sipping them, which leaves your sweet moan in the kiss. You felt like you were in a stream of something fresh and bitter-in an inimitable stream that spread like honey, passing through you, but as if unreal, flowing outside the brain, in the pounding of hearts, rare raindrops on the glass, in the song "Scorpions" rumbling in your ears.

[sweetblinginrose]

sweetchestnut,

(Billy Hargrove x fem¡OCMayfield)

Samantha Danielle Mayfield finally decides to move to Hawkins with her sister and mother, as well as her mother's new husband and his arrogant son, William "Billy" Hargrove. what they are unaware of is that, gradually, these step-siblings will discover that the line between contempt and passion is more fragile than they supposed, and what begins as shared hostility turns into an intense and undeniable attraction that both find themselves unable to resist.

warnings: read at your own risk, as it includes a continuous sexual environment, profanity, mention of death and suicide, step-sibling relationship, sex, and all its derivatives.

words: 2,5k +

author’s note: i have decided to rewrite this story after so long, so i will tag some people who interacted with my old story. if you don't want to be tagged, let me know and no problem i will remove you and not tag you again 🩵.

(if someone wants to be tagged just tell me)

this work is entirely my own creation. that is to say, i have not based it on anyone else's, so any resemblance to any other work is purely coincidental, as i have been using this format for all my stories since 2019. i hope you enjoy the story. if you find any translation errors, something you don't understand, or similar, please let me know.

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Chapter One: Shot Throught The Heart - Bon Jovi

Samantha Danielle Mayfield. Yes, Mayfield. She found the surname Hargrove detestable.

Ever since that fateful day when Neil Hargrove took Susan from the arms of the two young girls' father, Samantha has been unable to forgive her mother. She chose to stay with her father indefinitely, firmly resolved not to see her mother's face again, or so she believed. Susan had "betrayed" the Mayfields, fracturing the relationship between Max and Samantha to the point of only allowing them sporadic encounters, plunging both sisters into deep sadness.

As the years passed, they got used to seeing each other only on weekends, and everything seemed to be going well. Until one day, a letter arrived at the Sam residence, which read:

“Hello Sammy,

I am writing to invite you to my wedding with Neil in a few months. We are very happy and wish to share our joy with you. Also, there are some things we need to discuss in person that you should know.

With love,

mom.”

Samantha received the news with displeasure, but over time she understood that everyone is free to decide about their life and that she had to respect it, as nothing would change to please her wishes. So, swallowing her pride, she began the search for a dress for the occasion.

The ceremony went off without incident. Max and Sam were playing cards when Susan stealthily approached her eldest daughter and whispered the dreaded words:

“We need to talk.”

Upon hearing her mother's prepared speech, Samantha burst into tears. She couldn't bear the idea of her mother taking Maxine away from her. Her sister was almost her best friend; separating them was an act of selfishness, wasn't it?

Samantha's reaction was intense. She screamed how great her hatred was for that family, capturing the attention of all those present and ruining part of the wedding. She insulted everyone for the last time and fled in search of a phone booth to call her father, who consoled her, equally affected, trying to convince her that it wouldn't be so bad, that they could keep in touch and visit occasionally.

After the incident, they decided to postpone the move for another year, until early 1984, due to the girl's immature behavior and the deterioration of her father's health, whose lung cancer was advancing inexorably. Months later, at the end of 1984, the girls' father died, unable to fight the cancer that rapidly consumed his weakened body, leaving a huge void in both, but especially in Samantha. She decided not to inform anyone, except her sister through a letter that would arrive a month later, which meant that Samantha lived alone during that time, surviving with difficulty.

The news devastated Maxine, who informed her mother. Susan, very worried, called Samantha repeatedly, not knowing that her daughter had escaped. She called all the authorities in California to find her daughter.

Samantha distanced herself from everything and everyone. She left behind friends and family, taking with her only a letter from Max, some clothes, and the little money she had left. Just the day before Christmas, guided by the offers at the bus stations and the address in Maxine's letter, Sam decided to go to Hawkins, Indiana. Her arrival on December 24, '84, was a Christmas gift for her distressed mother, who interrupted her prayers upon hearing the doorbell. Seeing the familiar face, Susan burst into tears, hugging her daughter tightly and shouting for joy. The commotion attracted everyone present, who ran to witness the emotional reunion between the two redheads and the brunette at the door.

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Six months had passed since the death of their father, and five since her arrival in Hawkins.

Samantha had settled just in time for the start of the second academic term. Despite the widespread interest in befriending her, she only forged ties with a select and quite different group, as most did not pique her interest. Among her new friends was the one she liked best, Keith, the affable young man in charge of the game room, the Arcade, who offered her employment during the school year upon seeing her go there so often, forging a solid friendship based on common interests; two ruby-haired girls, Vicki and Nicole, with whom she shared lunch in the cafeteria and moments of hidden cigarettes under the staircase; and the charming Nancy Wheeler, who became a great ally during Sam's first days of adaptation. Obviously, in the best position was her little sister, Maxine, whom she sneaked into the Arcade and would give everything for. Despite all this, Danielle was quite flirtatious, so she liked to attract the attention of boys, flirt and play with their feelings when she went out at night with Vicki and Nicole. On the other hand, there were people that the brunette couldn't stand, the most notable being her stepbrother, Billy, and his close circle, except for the two redheads mentioned earlier. Exhausted by his arrogant attitude, the girl promised herself that one day she would punch that stupid face. The animosity was mutual. Even when Neil, her stepfather, forced Billy to take the sisters home and bring them from the institute, he occasionally "forgot" his duty, leaving them stranded there, returning on foot. To top it off, the intensity of their two characters caused constant altercations at home, always ending with Neil hitting and scolding Billy or yelling and blaming Susan for the behavior of his eldest daughter, which caused even worse behavior on the part of the eldest, who couldn't stand her mother, but after all, she was the one who had brought her into the world, so she didn't quite like the idea of someone raising their voice to her progenitor.

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Neil and the sisters’ mother had left for California, as they needed to take care of some paperwork related to the Hargrove family’s old residence. It was important to have an in-person conversation with the lawyer. As a result, they would be back in a couple of hours. For Sam, this meant the freedom to sleep all day without anyone bothering her.

At eight in the morning, the couple woke up the kids to inform them of their departure, mentioning that they would return early in the morning. After that, everyone seemed to fall back asleep. The older siblings were tasked with supervising Max, a duty that didn’t seem challenging.

Samantha easily drifted off to sleep. Final exams were over, summer vacation was just around the corner, and the air conditioning in her room promised refuge from the summer heat. She discarded her pants, leaving herself in underwear and an oversized T-shirt, and nestled under the sheets in an idyllic climate. However, the teenager’s perfect plan was interrupted when, in her dream, Billy appeared wearing his ridiculous oversized blue tracksuit. This time, it looked even more comically large, and the music thundered until Sam felt like her eardrums would burst, abruptly waking her up. The strident melody wasn’t part of her dream; it was coming from the room next door, Billy’s room.

The volume was excessive.

Sam tried to ignore it, not wanting to confront Billy today. In fact, she had considered completely ignoring her stepbrother’s existence during this time. She attempted to drown out the sound with her pillows, but after several failed attempts, she jumped out of bed, ripped off her sleep mask, and flung it across the room. It collided with a poster of Tom Cruise, adorned with lipstick marks on his massive cheek. Angry, she smacked the clock that read nine-thirty in the morning.

“Does this idiot have no brain?” she muttered aloud, delivering a blow to the alarm clock. The battery popped out, rolling under the bed.

With resounding steps, she marched toward the door, which she flung open with such force that it slammed against the wall, enlarging the existing hole with each slam. But that was inconsequential at the moment. What truly mattered was throttling Billy until he was breathless. Samantha advanced down the hallway, possessed by rage, until she reached her stepbrother’s door. She pounded on it frantically, demanding that he either lower the music volume or turn it off altogether. After a series of forceful knocks and numerous unanswered shouts, she decided to swing the door open abruptly, not anticipating the scene that awaited her on the other side.

“Billy, I'm so sick of you blasting music at this hour… Oh, shit!” Sam burst into the room, her eyes narrowed in fury, words pouring out rapidly. As she opened her eyes wider, she was met with an unusually peculiar sight…

The increasing wave of moans and lascivious sounds, both male and female, erupted, intertwined with powerful music, completely flooding the house, not just limited to the bedroom. Among these gasps, those of a blonde who shared Billy’s presence stood out. The young woman lay naked, reclined on the bed, which, along with the sheets, seemed to slide down inexorably, although at that moment, surely, that was not her main concern. Although her bust was quite small, it bounced in an unexpected way. They looked like… flan? Billy’s fingers sank into her waist, squeezing with an intensity as if his life depended on it. However, the problem was that Sam had caught Billy in the act of carnal activity, that is, fucking. She had taken in the sweat that soaked his body, slightly dampening his hair, which clung to his forehead and neck; the deep growls that escaped from his lips; the vigorous and fast movement of his hips and the roar that emanated from them; the expression of concentration manifested in his firm bite on his lower lip, and in his eyes, those that said everything, which met Samantha’s just as she opened them, unleashing an involuntary scream from both of them.

“Holy-. Sam! You don’t know how to knock on a damn door? Get the hell out!” he exclaimed with a startled and hoarse voice, covering himself as best he could with the sheet that, as he pulled it, caused the girl who was covered to fall off, not caring at all that his companion was completely uncovered. He quickly threw a magazine, which landed right on the young woman’s shoulder, who closed the door probably faster than the speed of light.

Samantha was frozen, staring at the white wooden door, marked with several scratches and holes from Billy’s punches from inside, reflecting on what had just happened and how to erase that moment from her mind.

“Holy shit…” she gasped. It was the only thing that could come out of her lips at that moment.

“What’s going on?” Max asked behind her, yawning and startling her, almost giving her a heart attack. “I just woke up because of the screams. Are you guys fighting again?” she asked her older sister innocently, assuming that everything boiled down to a usual argument, and without hesitation, taking her side.

Sam nodded and smiled. That was all she did.

“Why don’t you make breakfast today? I… I have to go to the bathroom… yeah.” The young woman sneaked away, reaching the bathroom and locking it, leaning her hands on the sink as she stared at herself in the mirror. She began to lift her shirt and compare herself with the figure of the blonde she had seen because Sam believed her breasts were small, but upon seeing them, she changed her mind. What Samantha didn’t realize was that her distorted perception of her body was leading her to see herself that way, given the taunts she had received from her former friends and, now, Billy, when in reality, she had an enviable figure.

After splashing cold water on her face, she decided to use the toilet before going to breakfast, realizing that she had wet her underwear while recalling the scene with her stepbrother. She couldn’t believe it. It all seemed like a lie to her.

“What’s happening to me?” she wondered, putting her hand on her forehead to check for a fever.

A few moments later, Sam perceived voices coming from the bathroom window facing the street. She interrupted her actions to look out cautiously, still with her panties down, watching as the blonde she had seen in Billy’s room just minutes ago had a heated argument with her stepbrother, who had just received a slap.

“You promised me we would be alone, you jerk,” the girl’s voice echoed in the distance as she got into her car and drove away from the Hargrove residence, extending her middle finger in a defiant gesture through the window, gradually disappearing on the horizon. Samantha felt a deep sense of relief upon confirming that the girl had left. She exhaled deeply and left the bathroom with the intention of savoring the aroma that had attracted her so much: freshly made waffles by Max. However, upon leaving, she came face to face with Billy, who appeared before her wearing only his underwear, exposing his happy trail situated between his V, and a cigarette between his lips. His skin was so covered in sweat that it gave the impression he had just emerged from the shower.

“Move,” he demanded with authority, firmly gripping the girl’s arm and moving her on his own with a gentle but strong push, causing one of her breasts to rub against his damp bicep.

“Don’t touch me, Billy,” threatened the girl, a little uncomfortable with everything that had happened earlier, walking away toward the kitchen.

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