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SEASON II — EPISODE I: CHANGES

I don’t own the characters, this fanfic is based on the TV-Show Stranger Things (second season) from a Hargrove!Reader POV.

Quick reminder to readers, I'm not a english native speaker, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. Hope you understand.

You are not allowed to translate/repost inside or outside tumblr this fanfic. I will upload the fanfic in ao3, in my account.

TRIGGER WARNING: Subtle mentions of violence.

Summary: The first school year at Hawkins ends. As they say that when cycles come to a end, new opportunities open up.

Words: 6.2K

SEASON II — EPISODE I: CHANGES

'Come on... It can't be that bad.' Y/n commented, glancing towards Steve's bathroom door, which remained closed.

'I look ridiculous.'

Y/n was lying on Steve's bed and had been waiting for him to finish getting dressed, which he had already done ten minutes ago but he refused to leave the bathroom.

Steve's room had changed a bit since the first time she had visited him. By then it was a room that didn't reflect who he was at all. It was almost like a hotel room, with no hint of his personality other than a small picture of a car. Too... perfect. Now, he had taken a small step forward, and had studded some posters on the walls.

Y/n stared at the wall for a few seconds, as the image of Larry Bird stared back at her.

'It can't be that bad...'

'Electric blue is not my color.' He complained, causing her to roll her eyes. 'And this hat is stupid, why should we wear it?'

'Come on, I promise not to make fun.' She encouraged him.

'Liar.' Y/n, who was already losing patience and getting desperate, pulled herself straight up as she heard the door open and Steve shuffled out, his shoulders slumped. Y/n watched him for a few seconds and in silence. 'Come on... mock me.'

'Harrington, it's just a graduate robe and cap you'll wear for a few hours, it won't hurt you. Besides we'll all go the same. And blue suits you.’

After he took one last look at himself in the mirror, and took off his uniform, they set off for school.

It was a sunny day in late May 1985. The warm breeze brought with it a sense of change and new beginnings as the Hawkins High School seniors prepared for graduation. The basketball court was decorated with balloons and congratulatory banners, and white chairs lined up in perfect symmetry, awaiting the graduates and their families.

On the court, families and friends were already taking their seats. Susan and Neil Hargrove sat in the front row, next to Max, in the area reserved for family members.

In the bleachers were y/n's friends, including Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Grant, ready to cheer enthusiastically. Eddie had fallen short of graduation requirements, so he would have to stay another year. A few seats down, Dustin was with his friends, but he seemed to be the most excited of all, cheering every time someone familiar walked by. Nancy and Jonathan were also present, to support Steve and y/n.

The principal approached the podium and began his opening speech, talking about the accomplishments of the class of '85 and the challenges they had overcome. The names of the graduates were called out one by one, and rounds of applause filled the air.

'Thomas Hagan.' Applause rang out as the boy went by to pick up his diploma and shook hands with the principal and teachers on stage.

'Y/N Hargrove.' The girl walked to the stage with a mixture of nervousness and pride. When she received her diploma, a little chaos erupted from the bleachers as y/n's friends began to shout her name.

'Let's go y/n! Do it for me!' She could hear Eddie's voice above the applause, making her smile even wider.

'You did it, y/n!' shouted Max, jumping out of her seat.

'Billy Hargrove,' Principal Higgins continued, trying to stop the noise.

' Got it, Billy!" Max cheered him on as well, as the audience applauded. Billy walked with his characteristic confidence onto the stage. The applause was equally deafening. Neil, still stoic, but Susan and Max smiled proudly as Billy received his diploma.

Finally, it was Steve's turn. He walked confidently to the stage, and when he received his diploma, he gave a little exaggerated bow that made everyone laugh. His friends clapped and cheered for them once again.

Once all the students had been named, the principal cleared his throat before announcing.

'I present to you all, the class of 1985.'

After a dinner out, the Hargroves returned to their home. While everyone was already asleep, the twins were in the kitchen cleaning up the coffee cups that were used upon arrival.

Y/n could feel the tension in the air. The same tension he had felt for days now.

Billy had been acting strangely for the past several days, as if he were carrying a secret he couldn't share. Since march, when they both turned 18, he seemed more distant, nervous and lost in his thoughts.

Y/n noticed it right away. She was his twin sister, after all, and she could read him better than anyone else. Finally, she decided to confront him.

'Billy, you're making me nervous.' She folded her arms, looking at him with a mixture of concern and determination. 'What's the matter with you? I know something's on your mind, but I have no idea what it is.' Billy avoided her gaze, pretending to be concentrating on properly rinsing the small spoons.

'It's nothing, y/n. I'm just... thinking about things.' He didn't make up a lie, he knew that with his sister they were no good. He'd never been able to lie to her no matter how much he wanted to, it was almost a skill she had for detecting them.

Y/n frowned, moving a little closer, and looked around in case they were being overheard by Neal or Susan, and lowered her voice, willing herself not to let the subject drop.

'You're thinking of leaving, aren't you?' Billy looked up quickly, his eyes reflecting surprise and a little fear. He shook his head, but the lie was obvious.

'No, it's not that...' She let out a sigh and put a hand on his shoulder.

'Billy, I'm your sister. I can see when something's bothering you. And if you're thinking of leaving, that's okay. I understand.' Billy pursed his lips, his eyes full of conflict. He was surprised, because he thought she was going to be angry with him. Many years ago they had made a promise to leave when they came of age, but things changed when Max and Susan came along, and the plan had been postponed until they found a solution. Now that they were older, they were not hindered by their father. Billy feared that if he told his sister he wanted to leave, she would think he was going to leave her alone with Neal.

'I don't want to leave you alone, Sundance. It's not right to make you go with me either, I know you've accomplished a lot here, and you have your friends. You figured out how to fit in here. But I...' She hugged him, interrupting whatever he was about to say. Silently, he hugged her back. Moments later, she spoke to him still in a low voice, almost a whisper.

'Don't worry about me, okay? Neither is it right for you to stay here alone because of me. This is your moment. You need this, and I'm going to always support you in whatever you decide to do.'

Billy looked at her, his expression softening a little.

'And what will you do with Neal?' He asked, glancing toward their father's room. She shrugged, but with determination in her eyes and downplayed it with a wave of her hands.

'Screw Neal, I'll deal with it. And I promise I'll get out of here too. But for now, you need this more than I do.' She took her brother's hand and led him to his room. She fetched a bag from under the bed and together, they packed Billy's belongings in silence, each movement laden with pent-up emotion. When everything was ready, they went to the entrance until Billy stopped at the door with a thud.

'Max...' He said, worried.

'She'll understand. Don't worry.' She told him, reassuring him. 'I'll explain it all to her.'

'Tell Madmax I'll miss her, and tell her to be good.' He walked over to his sister and hugged her one last time, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. 'I'll let you know as soon as I get a place, y/n/n. I promise.' She hugged him tightly one last time, feeling the weight of goodbye on her chest.

'You'd better. Take good care of yourself, Butch. And be happy.' Billy nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

'You too, Sundance. We'll meet again soon.'

The girl watched him as he climbed into the Camaro, the engine roaring in the quiet Hawkins night. She watched him drive away slowly, the sound of the car fading into the distance. As the Camaro's taillights disappeared, Y/n felt a mixture of sadness and hope. She knew her brother was embarking on a journey to a better life, and that was what really mattered.

The cold night wind enveloped her as she stared out at the empty road, lost in thought. She remembered the difficult times they had gone through together, from her mother's departure to Neal's abuse. But she also remembered the laughter shared, the dreams whispered in the dark, and the promise of a better future. She breathed in deeply, feeling a new determination grow inside her. She knew her time would come, too. And when it did, she would be ready to embrace her own freedom and happiness, just as Billy was doing now.

As she walked back to the house, y/n felt an unexpected relief. She knew the wait wouldn't be easy, but she was certain it would all be worth it. She crawled into her bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking of the days to come. Even though her brother was no longer by her side physically, she felt his support and love stronger than ever. And that gave her strength to carry on.

***

1974, April 13. California.

Silence reigned in the Hargrove house. In one of the bedrooms, however, someone was stirring between the sheets. The room had walls painted in a warm shade of olive dappled green and geometric wallpaper in shades of burnt orange and earthen brown.

The room belonged to Hargrove twins.

A bunk bed was next to the window, through which a little moonlight filtered in, faintly illuminating the floor covered with toys and books.

From the top bunk bed peeked out one of the boy's hands, Billy, as he tended to fall asleep all sprawled out. Judging by his breathing, he was in a deep sleep.

However, y/n in the bottom bed, she had woken up with a dry throat. Not wanting to make noise so as not to cause trouble or inadvertently wake Billy, she got out of bed and went downstairs in search of orange juice. The silence in the house was total, broken only by the light creaking of the wood under her feet. She opened the refrigerator door and drank straight from a bottle, enjoying the cold liquid that calmed her thirst.

As she was about to go upstairs again, she heard a sobbing sound that made her stop in her tracks. Her heart began to beat faster as she quietly approached the source of the sound. The dim light from the kitchen illuminated the figure of her mother, Amanda, standing by the back door with a suitcase in her hand, ready to leave.

Amanda tensed as she heard y/n's footsteps, but when she saw that it was her daughter, she seemed relieved. For an instant, something in her face changed, as if she realized something important.

'Do you want to go for a ride, princess?' asked Amanda in a low voice, with a shaky smile. She had a fresh bruise on her cheek. Y/n looked at the suitcase in her mother's hand and the smile disappeared from her face.

'Are you leaving?' she asked, her voice full of fear and confusion, with too much understanding for her young age. Amanda nodded slowly.

'Yes, my love. I need to go. I want you to pack your backpack with the most important things. Let's go.' y/n's heart filled with a mixture of hope, and excitement.

'I'm going to wake Billy,' she said, turning toward the stairs.

'No!' Amanda said quickly, grabbing her arm. 'It's just us going. Billy can't come.' Y/n let go of her mother's hand, backing up a step.

'Why can't Billy come?'

Amanda tried to explain, her eyes filling with tears. 'It's complicated, princess. Men have it in their blood. It's better this way.' She seemed to be talking more to herself than to her daughter, as if trying to convince herself it was for the best.

Y/n shook her head, not understanding too much, just knowing she couldn't leave her brother alone. Not with Neal.

'I'm not leaving without Billy.' Amanda took a breath, closed her eyes in grief. Then she reached over, trying to give her one last hug, but y/n pulled away.

'Please, baby.' She begged, reaching out for her, but the girl stepped back again. Y/n watched with a broken heart as her mother walked out the back door, disappearing into the darkness of the night, leaving her and her brother with the monster in the house. She felt as if a gaping void opened up inside her. She didn't understand why her mother had decided to leave. All she knew was that life as she knew it had just changed forever.

What happened that night, became a secret between her and her mother. The only secret she kept from Billy, to protect him. A moment that broke the connection she thought she had with her mother, and an event that marked her as a person.

Y/n had learned not to be emotionally dependent on others easily, keeping an emotional distance that allowed her to protect herself. Although she had close friends, she rarely opened up completely, keeping her innermost thoughts locked away for fear of being abandoned or betrayed again.

The idea of fully trusting someone had become an imposing mountain to climb, and though she longed for comfort and genuine connection, she always kept a part of herself reserved, like a reflection of the child who had decided to keep quiet about the truth to protect her brother.

***

The next morning after Billy’s departure came with a deceptive calm. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon when y/n got up, feeling the weight of the previous night still on her shoulders. She quietly made her way around the house, trying not to wake anyone as she prepared breakfast. However, she knew that this moment of quiet would not last long.

Moments later, Neal came down the stairs, his expression stern and his frown more pronounced than usual. She watched him as she poured herself a cup of coffee, trying to keep her own expression neutral. She knew the inevitable question was about to arise.

'Where's Billy?" asked Neal suddenly, his voice cutting. She looked up, meeting his gaze.

'I don't know… did you check his room?' she asked, innocently. Neal narrowed his eyes.

'If I ask, it's because he's not in his room. His car's gone, and his stuff's gone. It's empty. Don't tell me you don't know anything.'

Y/n shrugged, keeping her tone calm.

'I have no idea. I just woke up. He must have gone out while we were sleeping. I'm not with him around the clock to check on him.'

Neal snorted, clearly dissatisfied with her answer, but without further evidence, he couldn't question her any further. He turned and walked out of the kitchen, muttering something between his teeth.

Max, who had been watching from the doorway, approached her. Her eyes were full of questions, but the eldest only smiled softly at her, trying to convey calmness. It was a silent conversation. Max looked at her for a moment, and a slow, happy smile spread across her face.

'I'm happy for him. He deserves to be happy.' Y/n smiled back, feeling a comforting warmth in her heart.

'Yes, he does.' Seeing that Neal wasn't around, she approached Max and lowered her voice. 'He left you greetings, and told you to behave yourself.' Max nodded, her grin lingering as she sat down at the table.

It was already dark by the time she found herself automatically getting into her car. She felt the lump that had formed in her throat the night before growing larger and larger, cutting off her breath.

In other circumstances she would have turned to Sam, the only person who had managed to break through that wall she had built around herself for protection. But at that moment, four hundred miles away, he wasn't an option.

The girl's mind was weighing the possibilities. Max was completely out of the question. Y/n wanted to appear strong to her, and it was the main reason she left the house in search of relief.

She considered Gareth. In the months they had been in a relationship, the boy had proven to be attentive and caring. She knew he would understand her, but she dismissed it as not wanting to worry him.

She also thought about Steve. But at the time he had his own problems to deal with, after his father refused to pay for his college. Y/n wasn't looking to be another burden, and bother him with silly things.

She stopped her car at the trailer park and got out of the car with bated breath. Y/n approached Eddie's trailer, her steps faltering. Tears had begun to spill, incessant down her cheeks and her face was pale. With a shaky knock, she knocked on the door. Eddie, with his trademark smile and the relaxed vibe that always accompanied him, opened the door, but noticing that she was crying, his expression changed to total concern.

'Hey, y/n/n... Are you okay?' He asked, taking a step towards her, offering her his hand to pass. She entered the caravan timidly and stood at the entrance.

'Sorry...I didn't know where to go.' She looked inside guiltily but Eddie put a hand on her shoulder.

'Wayne's not here, relax. What happened? Why...?' he asked, looking at his friend. She closed her eyes and he wrapped her in his arms, lovingly, and stroked her hair gently. 'It's all right... you can tell me...' He murmured. Y/n didn't know where to start, so she just clung to him until she could control the sobs a little.

She felt kind of silly for feeling this way. She knew it had been the best thing for her brother, and she had even helped him put his suitcase together, but it didn't stop hurting.

'Did Gareth do something to you? Did he hurt you? Because I swear that even if he is my friend, I will hang him by the ba...'

'No. No. It's not that. It wasn't him.' She clarified quickly, pulling away from the embrace. 'It's Billy... he left...' She explained, and Eddie pulled her towards the table to sit down. 'I know he needs it. Getting away from Neal was what we always wanted...' Eddie was somewhat aware of her friend's family situation, so he nodded silently, letting her talk. 'But...' She laughs lightly. 'I must look stupid to be crying about this.’

'Hey... You don't have to explain, angel.' He said taking her hand, pressing it affectionately. 'And it's not stupid, you were together your whole life... it's completely understandable.' He reassured her. Y/n wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and Eddie got up to offer her some napkins, not finding any, with a slightly awkward gesture he offers her a roll of toilet paper, causing her to let out a laugh. 'Sorry, it's all we have.' She thanks him, taking some and wiping her face with it. 'Would you like some coffee?'

'I'd love to, thank you.'

Eddie went into the small kitchen of the caravan as his friend settled herself at the table, trying to regain her composure. The soft light inside the caravan contrasted with the darkness of the night outside, creating a comforting atmosphere.

As the coffee brewed, Eddie glanced back, noticing how she surveyed the space with a mixture of nostalgia and sadness. Y/n curiously observed the mugs and caps hanging on the wall and smiled slightly. It looked like an interesting collection.

The noise of his friend working in the kitchen was the only thing interrupting the silence.

Finally, Eddie returned with two steaming mugs and sat down across from y/n.

'Here you go,' he said, pushing a mug toward her. 'I hope it helps you calm down a bit.' She took the mug gratefully and took a sip, appreciating the warmth the drink provided. She looked at Eddie, feeling a little more reassured by his comforting presence.

'Thank you, Eddie. I don't know what I'd do without you at times like this.'

'Anytime, rockstar.' After a moment of silence. He spoke again, cautious this time, as if he was hoping he wasn't saying something out of line. 'And what will you do now?'

She played with the spoon in the cup for a moment, thinking silently.

'I can't leave Max alone.' She began. 'But I'd like to do the same as Billy...though I like Hawkins… I don't know if I'd go far.'

'I wouldn't let you.' Eddie jokingly admitted, with a friendly smile. 'I'm not like Sam, I'd drag you by the balls to Hawkins again.' He commented, causing her to laugh. She took a sip of the infusion and after a moment, spoke again.

'I've been saving...it's not enough to buy a house, but...maybe if I find a better job I could get money together faster.' She admited as she thought aloud and Eddie stood up to look for something. 'I hear there's a mall opening up in town. Maybe I'll apply for a job there, they can probably pay me a little more.'

Eddie sat back down and left a card on the table.

'A few weeks ago this guy came through the park… he was offering some new caravans, but maybe you can get something in your price range...' He offered. y/n's eyes lit up.

'Are you saying you want me as a neighbor?' She asked giving him a friendly punch on the arm. 'You're going to regret it.' She joked, making him laugh.

'It would be an honor to have you as a neighbor, rockstar.' He admitted with a smile.

Even though summer was just about to begin, the heat was beginning to make itself felt on the streets of Hawkins. The sun was shining brightly, promising long, hot days, and the air was heavy with a mixture of seasonal anticipation and laziness. The new shopping center, Starcourt Mall, was about to open its doors to the public, and the entire town was talking about little more than its upcoming inauguration.

In the parking lot, Steve and y/n were still inside the car. She already had experience working, but for Steve, this would be his first time applying for a job. So she kept trying to give him encouragement before getting out of the vehicle.

'Come on... It's not as hard as it looks.'

'But what if I get rejected? What if I don't get a job?'

'We'll resort to my plan B. I'm not going to leave you alone on this one...'

'What's plan B?' He asked curiously. She wrinkled her nose, and narrowed her eyes, letting on that it wasn't something to her liking. 'Y/n...' Steve had gone pale, looking like he was about to throw up.

'For you it wouldn't be anything bad...' she promised, closing her eyes. A shiver ran down her spine. Opening her eyes again, she looked at Steve with determination. 'But it won't be necessary. Because you'll do fine, you'll see...' She paused, but he still didn't look convinced. 'Harrington, you took on demogorgons and demodogs. This is a piece of cake.'

They both got out of y/n's car, and started walking towards the building.

'If it wasn't for my father I wouldn't have to be doing this.' He muttered.

'Steve, don't worry so much. Not getting into college isn't the end of the world. And I'm sure you only wanted to get in because it's what you're supposed to do, not because you really want to.' She said with a comforting smile. Steve sighed and smiled back, grateful for her support.

'I guess you're right... '

'I usually am...' She murmured winking at him, and making him laugh.

As they walked through the automatic doors, their eyes widened in amazement. The lobby was a large, bright space, the polished marble floor reflecting the fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling. In the center, a fountain adorned with colored lights spurted water, and they couldn't help but pause for a moment to admire the scene.

As they walked down the wide aisles, y/n felt like a little girl in a candy store. On either side, stores attractively displayed their wares. The clothing windows were decorated with mannequins displaying the latest fashion trends. Y/n smiled at the sight of a record store with a vinyl and cassette section, imagining her friends getting excited to see the selection of music.

The aroma of food guided them to the second floor, where the large food area offered a variety of dining options. From burger and pizza restaurants to Asian and Mexican food joints, the air was filled with enticing smells that made their stomachs growl. Tables and chairs arranged around an open space with decorative plants gave the place a cozy, relaxed atmosphere.

Steve and y/n stopped and parted ways, wishing each other luck. The girl already knew where she would try her luck first.

She entered the lobby of the movie theater, and looked around the place curiously. There was definitely more room than at the Hawkins cinema, and it more closely resembled the movie theater where she worked in San Diego. On one side of the lobby, there were a couple of ticket booths with glass windows where visitors could buy tickets. Off to the side, near the entrance to the theaters, the concession stand offered a tempting array of popcorn, soft drinks and candy.

Y/n walked toward who she thought was the manager, a middle-aged man with glasses and a welcoming smile. The man was talking to someone y/n instantly recognized. Kyle, her former co-worker from the Hawkins movie theater. When the manager looked up, Kyle turned and saw her enter. His expression went from curiosity to surprise and then to a warm smile.

'Y/n! I can't believe you're here too,' exclaimed Kyle, coming over to greet her. 'Mr. White, this is y/n, one of the best employees we ever had at the Hawkins movie theater. If anyone knows how to run a movie theater, she does. She's helped me more times than I've helped her.' He admitted, putting an arm around her shoulders.' Y/n couldn't help blushing and shook her head. Mr. White looked at her with renewed interest.

'Really? 'Well, it sounds like you have an excellent recommendation. Let's go to my office for the interview.'

The manager's office was decorated with classic and new movie posters, and a small plant in the corner gave it a cozy feel. Y/n sat in a chair across from him, feeling more confident as the conversation progressed. She had answered all the questions with ease, highlighting her experience working in movie theaters in both California and Hawkins. She told him about how she had managed box offices, supervised the cleaning of the theaters, and assisted in organizing special events. Her previous experience seemed to impress the man.

'I see you have quite a bit of experience in the field,' Thomas White said, reviewing her resume. 'That's exactly what we're looking for. We want someone with your knowledge and skills to be in charge of less experienced employees. Someone who can guide them and make sure everything runs smoothly.' She nodded, feeling relieved and excited at the same time.

'Oh... That's too much responsibility.' She started, but offered him a hand. 'I promise I won't let you down.'

When she came out of the interview, she was surprised to find Steve waiting for her.

'Did you get it?' He asked encouragingly. She smiled and held up in the air in her hand the new uniform she was to wear for the job, folded neatly into two plastic pouches.

'And you?' she asked, curious. But in his gaze she discovered that he had either been unlucky, or else had fled the quest in a cowardly manner. She folded her arms.

'I've already been told no by three different businesses. I can't sink any lower.'

'Then you keep trying.' She said taking him by the arm. 'You can volunteer as bait for some killer critters from a alternate dimension, but you can't take on a couple of managers?' she asked, forcing him to walk. She stopped in front of what appeared to be an ice cream shop.

'How about here?' She asked, tugging lightly at his shirt sleeve. Before waiting for an answer from him, she dragged him into the shop and hit the little service bell over the counter. From the door behind the display, a boy came out and upon seeing them he seemed surprised, he seemed to be waiting for someone else.

'Oh, good morning, are you here to look for work? I'm sorry to tell you that we only have one vacancy at the moment.' He commented somewhat apologetically. The girl quickly shook her head.

'That's perfect! We're just looking for a position...' She said, tugging on her friend's arm. 'Steve is looking for a job.' She said, encouraging him to talk.

'Oh, great... Uhm... If you want, come over here and I'll ask you a few questions.' The boy told him, pointing to one of the cubicles, and Steve followed. 'My name is Ned Miller...' He introduced himself, as he sat down in the chair across him.

Y/n sat in one of the cubicles opposite, on the other side of the store to give them privacy, but gave Steve a thumbs up as they exchanged glances, to infuse some courage.

After a few minutes, she was distractedly rolling a napkin to near shredding it, when a voice called her name. Y/n looked up and saw Robin, the girl she had met the year before in French class, who was approaching her with a nervous expression. Y/n assumed it was due to a first day at work, but she remembered that she used to behave the same way in class too. She always thought she was a bit hyperactive. She talked fast, stumbling over her words.

'Oh, hi, y/n! I didn't expect to s-ee you here... here.' She said, unable to keep herself from stumbling over her feet. Her cheeks flushed instantly. Y/n had started to get up in case she should help her, but Robin disguised it as best she could, sitting down across from her. Her voice trembled slightly, and her gaze drifted briefly to the floor before meeting y/n's eyes again. 'Are you here for an interview or something?'

The alluded, noticing Robin's nervousness and trying not to make her feel any more uncomfortable, replied kindly.

'Hey, Robin! what a surprise to see you too. No, I'm not here for an interview. I'm just accompanying Steve, he's here for a Job.' She gestured with a wave of her head to where Steve and the manager were talking. Robin, hearing this, looked over to where she had pointed and saw Steve in one of the cubicles with Ned Miller. Her expression changed slightly, and although she tried to maintain her composure, a shadow of disappointment crossed her face. With a clearly forced smile, she turned her attention back to the Hargrove girl.

'Oh, I see. Well, that's... uh, great.' Her face showed some discomfort, and y/n remembered that the image most had of Steve at school, was not the real one she had indeed known. However, she was unaware that Robin had believed for a moment she would be working alongside her, and her mind had begun to fantasize scenarios where they shared chats and laughed together during breaks. Every time y/n smiled at her, Robin felt her heart race a little faster. The thought of spending so much time with her in the same place excited her and, at the same time, made her nervous. And all at once, that balloon of fantasies, deflated with a pinprick. Robin, blushing and smiling nervously, shrugged her shoulders. 'Anyway. If you ever need anything, you know, or if you want to chat during a break, I'll be around.'

Y/n smiled back, clearly oblivious to everything going on in her head.

'That sounds great, Robin. Thanks. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other over the summer.' She said, pointing to the theater uniform resting next to her on the seat. Robin nodded quickly, with a mixture of relief and anxiety on her face.

'Oh, yeah, definitely. And, uh, good luck with Steve and... well, all that.' She said before vanishing out the staff door, behind the counter. Only a few minutes later, Ned and Steve walked over to y/n's table. She asked Steve the question with her eyes, as the manager walked towards the room where Robin disappeared.

'So, did you get it?” she asked in a whisper. He seemed less glum than before, but not quite.

'I don't know, he still didn't tell me... He said to wait here.' He murmured, collapsing beside her. After a few minutes that seemed like forever to the two friends, the door opened.

'Welcome aboard the Scoops Ahoy ship, Steve!' Ned said as he stepped out of the staff room. Behind him was Robin. She was now wearing a white collar and puffed sleeves on a striped shirt, a vest and a high-waisted blue shorts.

'Do I have to wear that?' Steve asked, pointing to the uniform the other girl was wearing. Y/n smacked him on the chest with the back of her hand.

'Are you going to be this much of a prima donna about everything?' Robin asked. Steve looked extremely confused.

'I'm nothing like Madonna, so that doesn't even make sense' Y/n let out a laugh, Steve frowned at her, as if requesting for backup. Robin spoke again.

'You're going to be fine with the monotony of scooping ice cream for entitled adults and whining, sticky children all summer? What happens when one of your many friends and admirers comes in and you wish you were out there having fun instead of in here slinging another U.S.S. Butterscotch?' Y/n's gaze went from Steve to Robin, and vice versa.

'I can handle it.'

'Sure you can, rocket man.'

'Ok, ok, you two, settle down.' Interjected y/n,interrupting their bickering. 'We can do this like the civilized people we are. Right?' She asked, and they both fell silent. Just then, Ned seemed to finish filling out the paperwork for the hiring.

'All right, you two. It's going to be a sweet, sweet summer!' He said. Y/n forced a smile for her friend. 'Steve, let's get you into Scoops gear right away.' He said, as he opened the door for staff again, this time leaving it open for the boy to follow.

'Yippee' He muttered to y/n as he got up from beside him. Before following Ned, he stopped next to Robin and offered her a hand. 'Hey, look, if we're going to be working together this summer, let's call a truce, okay? I don't know why you don't like me, but I'm a pretty okay guy.' Robin looked at y/n, and y/n smiled at her, causing her to lose the rhythm of her thoughts, so she took Steve's hand without saying anything. And he went behind the counter.

'I don't want to sound rude, but are you really friends with Harrington?' She asked with a grimace. Y/n remembered when Eddie had asked her something similar. Although they hadn't gone through the shared experience with the demodogs at the time, the answer was even clearer.

'I'd trust him with my life. Give him a chance.' She asked sincerely. ' 'He's not like everyone thinks.'

Two minutes later, Steve is standing in front of them, with his uniform on, although the shorts he was wearing were tighter than the girl's. And the sailor's cap, barely fitting over his head because of his hair. Robin lets out a laugh at the sight of him. Y/n tries to be more discreet.

'That's...just...wow.'

'Thanks for really upping my self-esteem here.'

'I told you you looked good in blue.' Y/n commented.

'Can you do a spin?' Robin asked. Steve, frustrated threw his cap on the floor.

'Steve!' Scolded his friend, and before she could pick it up, Ned did, and dusted it off.

'I'm going to start instructing you on the basics of serving ice cream, okay?' He said, handing the cap back to Steve, and going behind the counter. Y/n climbed onto one of the seats, propping her knees up and leaning her torso against the backrest, facing the counter. However, before Robin and Steve followed Ned from the other side of the counter, the girl pulled a polaroid out of her backpack and snapped a picture of Steve, who was still frowning.

'Oh, this is perfect.'

'No,' he demanded, still frowning. 'Destroy that, right now.'

Y/n watches them, somewhere between amused and concerned. That was going to be a very interesting summer.

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queers-gambit · 8 months ago

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Talk Shit, Get Hit

prompt: ( requested ) your high school bully picks the wrong day to taunt you and it's up to an equally hotheaded Billy to calm you down. call it irony.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader characters are ALL aged 18 years old

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 5.4k+

note: the reader is aggressive. the reader is violent. the reader’s hands are rated ‘E’ for Everyone.

warnings: you know the drill: author projects instead of going to therapy and uses personal experience as details. there's physical violence, aggressive reader, depiction of shitty home life / toxic family, (somewhat severe) abusive alcoholic parent, parental abandonment, cursing, bullying, Jason Carver's sister is the bully, injury and blood. cursing, threats, brief cigarette and illicit material use (marijuana / weed), i guess this is hurt and comfort, angst, we talk about Billy's abuse with Neil, too, and kinda abrupt ending.

PLEASE NOTE -

this fic will depict parental abuse, both emotional and physical. this fic will discuss an alcoholic parent. this fic will detail physical violence BY the reader.

DO NOT engage if any of these topics potentially trigger you. you will miss nothing if you decide to skip. author implores readers to value and prioritize their own comfort and mental health.

Of all the days Brittany Carver could've chosen, she picked the worst day imaginable to bully you - being akin to a ticking time bomb. To your immense surprise, she'd laid off that entire week, focused on the "big" cheerleading competition she was leading Hawkins High to victory in. It left her no energy to engage in her favorite past time of tormenting you; figuring that after 6 years of her brutal behavior, she had grown up and lost interest. You weren't someone who people bullied easily, but this thing with Brittany, it was some kind of twisted pissing contest; competition brewing in elementary school that boiled over during middle school and now lasted into high school.

However, God seemed to have a sick sense of humor because on the week your bully had temporarily forgotten your existence, things at home had escalated to a new height not previously known. It was true what they said: if it wasn't one thing, it was another.

The entire week, your mother had only been sober for - well - none of it. She was found morning, noon, and night slumped over in various locations around your home with different bottles of liquor in her grip. The house grew messier each day, a direct result of a checked-out parent refusing to do any chore and destructive little monsters that took form as your twin little brothers. You couldn't keep up, playing mother, sister, housewife, personal maid, and full-time student all at once; pushing your stress levels higher, making you bitter and short tempered. The times your mother was conscious, which was typically to find a new bottle of alcohol, she was a right nasty fuck.

Her bark matched her bite; not only yelling at you, belittling you, and gaslighting you - but also using physical aggression to "teach you a lesson" for being "disorderly" or "a waste of semen" - and yes, that is a direct quote. Her hands were dainty from malnourishment, bulging veins prominent, and despite your father abandoning the family ages go, she still wore her diamond wedding ring that left small cuts wherever she struck you. The times she wasn't sober enough to really "get" you, she put out cigarettes on your arms and thighs; leaving tiny, circular burn scars you coated in Neosporin. She’s been known to break a few wooden cooking spoons over your head, steal the money made from babysitting, even cashed-in your inheritance - pawning all of your dead grandmother’s jewelry. There were plenty of other examples, but dwelling on those instances wouldn't change the past or alter your future, so you stuffed them way deep down in your soul.

Naturally, you didn't say a Goddamn thing; under the impression that everyone had shitty family members they tolerated and that your home life was normal enough to not report to the police. You didn't know any better, you didn't know that your mother downing fifths of alcohol daily was cause for concern. You didn't know that abuse wasn't the standard - emotional or physical. It took years for you to learn that love wasn't supposed to hurt, that love wasn't supposed to scare you, that love wasn't selfish, that your mother didn't actually love you. It took years to convince yourself that you were worthy of love and acceptance, never receiving it from your mother - not knowing you could get it from anyone else.

And then, William fucking Hargrove - or Billy - breezed into your small hometown with a sweet denim-clad ass, golden, curly mullet, and a bad fucking attitude that rivaled your own.

It was a match made in heaven. Or hell.

You both suffered at the hands of your parental figures, turning abrasive and foul-mouthed as defense mechanisms. You and Billy developed hardened exteriors in an effort to protect your soft insides, and when you met officially, it was as if you two could see past that hard shell - straight through the bullshit. You recognized much of the same in one another - like looking in a mirror - and grew impossibly close in an incredibly short amount of time; grateful to have a second half who understood without ever needing explanation.

He just got you. Able to identify common threads between you. Billy understood you, having more empathy than you thought he could muster. He protected you. He loved you. He took care of you - and you did the exact same, considering you two were cut from the same cloth; wanting to assure him he was just as worthy of love as you.

Billy was known around Hawkins for being a womanizing jock with anger issues, and yet, when you finally agreed to go on a date with him, he never even looked at another girl twice. He felt as if dating his best friend, understanding that nobody else would truly understand him the way you do - so he did what he could to keep you.

He did his best to defend you, but there was only so many tangible things the star basketball player could protect you from. Gossip and petty cheerleaders, prime examples. Yet Billy still tried, even taking the liberty to confront Brittany's brother, Jason Carver, about leaving you alone. Unfortunately, it was as if Billy's concern spurred on the cheerleader's bullying, calling you pathetic for hiding behind a man and sending him to fight your battles. You told Billy to stay out of it, that you could handle the situation by yourself, that he would just make the situation much more sticky.

So he did. Billy backed off, letting you deal with the situation as best you deemed; offering his support in return, being a shoulder to cry on for the days your frustration peaked.

That entire week Brittany didn't bully you had been extraordinarily tiresome due to your mother's abuse, wanting to confide in Billy but refraining when you rationalized not bringing him into your bullshit. He had enough of his own. So, while, yes, it was a comfort to have him on your side, you never indulged Billy on the woes of your life. He was meant to be your escape, not your savior; the burden of shouldering your abuse while enduring his own feeling terribly unfair.

You kept quiet, even though you were silently begging for someone to save you. Yet you weren't a damsel, there was no Prince Charming, brave knight, chosen champion to slay the dragons terrorizing you.

However, your boyfriend was much more intuitive than you realized. You always prided yourself on your acting skills, convincing everyone around you that you were indifferent to your mother's temperament, even when showing up at school with a casted wrist, black eye, and split bottom lip. Turns out, parents in Hawkins gossiped much more than the kids, and soon, it felt like the entire town knew about your abusive alcoholic mother and runaway father. Nobody did anything to help you, they just tiptoed around the knowledge and stared at your injuries. Brittany Carver was the only person stupid enough to make the mistake of weaponizing your home situation.

It was a tepid spring afternoon, the sun peaking through the clouds and the first flowers sprouting from the thawing ground. The bell rang to dismiss for lunch, the hallways filled with mingling and milling students all grateful for the midday break. Some gathered in gaggles of friends, some headed directly for the cafeteria, and others, like you, utilized the time to exchange morning class books for afternoon materials. Your fractured wrist had long since healed, but there was a long, straight scar present as a result from the surgery you required; currently, a scabbing cut over your eyebrow, lips stinging from where the flesh split, with a collection of bruises turning different colors to represent various healing stages.

Today simply hadn't been your day.

After a week of constant alcohol-fueled battery, you felt your frustrations finally crescendo after being assigned 3 separate essays; doubling your stress, shortening your fuse, and creating heavy leaded dread as the minutes ticked by. Everyone else felt giddy for the spring-tastic weekend, wanting time to go faster so they could go home - but not you. You might've been the one teenager in the city - no, no, the county - no, wait! The state - WAIT, NO... The country, who didn't want to leave school. You didn't want the day to end and be forced out of your safety zone; anxiety twisting your stomach and prickling your skin at the thought of returning home.

Truthfully, you spent several nights a week at Billy's, being snuck in through his window; feeling unsafe in your own home and wanting to remain close without voicing your need for his proximity. You felt stronger with Billy, as if you could take on the world; as if your safety and wellbeing were (finally) a real priority. He took great pride in being that safe haven for you, thinking it a nice change of pace as he often never seized opportunities to prove himself compassionate and caring. Billy was known for being a brute, someone aggressive and commandeering; nobody associating "safety" with him - except you.

However, this wasn't one of those weekends you'd be able to sneak out, being forced into caring for your two wee brothers; them needing you, dependent on you, relying on the care and love you provide them.

As a result of your shitty week, you had been a right, foul bitch to those unfortunate enough to engage you. Being well aware of your attitude, you tried to avoid everyone, not wanting to lash out at innocent peers - labeling yourself a bitch because of your impeccable self-awareness. Though, no matter the labels you assigned, you simply couldn't rein your emotions into check given your anxiety over returning home overpowered your brain.

Knowing you'd be forced to defend yourself against your own mother set your teeth on edge, projecting your horrible mood onto anyone in your vicinity - making most keep their distance.

Keyword: most.

Much like her brother, captain of the basketball team, Jason Carver, Brittany Carver wasn't the brightest bulb of the bunch. She never picked up hints, she didn't bother reading the room or in-between any lines; she held little to no regard for those around her or their emotional state. Brittany just wanted to assert herself as Queen Bee and thought the best way to achieve that was by bullying those she deemed lesser then she. It gave her a power trip, made her feel swollen with importance, boosting her ego because in her mind, she'd rather be feared than loved.

Brittany was dressed in her pretty, pressed, and bright cheer uniform; her obnoxiously blonde hair tied in a high ponytail that swished dramatically with each step. She wore cherry flavored lip gloss, her make-up caked, skirt hiked higher than school regulation permitted because she suckled at the teat for attention - good or bad.

You heard the second bell ring and finished shoving books in your locker, trying to stuff notebooks in your bag when your locker was suddenly violently slammed shut. Flinching at the quick movement and aggressive bang, you glared at whoever dared interrupt you; a manicured hand flat on the metal to keep the locker closed.

"The fuck you want, Brittany?"

"Awh, someone's already got their panties in a twist," she mocked, two of her cronies giggling their support. "C'mon, babe, I was just stopping by to say hello - missed you this week!"

"Oh, for sure," you sneered in a sickly-sweet tone, "of course you missed me, your life is so much more boring without me in it, huh? Wow, seriously, Brittany, I'm flattered to be the main character in your life, too."

Her eyes rolled and one of the other cheerleaders at her flank, Jennifer, popped flavorless gum. "I'm surprised you still have this level of spunk and cheek to talk like that, would've thought Mommy Dearest beat it out of you by now - she hits you often enough, right? Doesn't she? Hmm, well, maybe she needs to hit you a little harder."

"Excuse me?" You snapped.

"You heard me!" She laughed. "Obviously your mom isn't teaching you any lessons since you still have this whole emo-attitude going on. But I can't say I blame her, you're such a bitch - I'd smack the shit outta you, too."

You nodded slowly, not realizing several students had paused themselves to watch the exchange; knowing this was a longtime coming and didn't want to miss the inevitable drama. Dropping your backpack, you asked, "You sure? You really wanna hit me?"

"Is it that hard to believe? I mean," she smirked, "your own mother does - of course, I do, too. Like, seriously, it's not a secret why she hits you - just look at you! No wonder she hates you, you're just a waste of space, resources, and money. Damn shame Billy doesn't see it yet, but don't worry, he will." She laughed again, "He'll get tired of reopening your lip every time you kiss. It's so pathetic and ugly, he'll start to crave what you can't offer. I mean, seriously, what guy with any self-respect wants to date a girl as broken as you?"

"Know what, Brittany?" You growled, balling your fists at your side. "I'll give you one free hit."

"Excuse me, what?"

"Yeah," your head nodded, "go ahead. One free, clean shot. Hit me if you want to so bad, but you'll only get just this one shot."

Her eyes rolled, "I don't need to, your mom's got that covered."

"Free hit, Brit," you taunted, gesturing, "c'mon, go 'head, lemme have it. Since I'm so insufferable, go right ahead - get your clean hit."

Jennifer and Jasmine shared strange looks, the latter nudging, "Just do it, Brittany, shut this stupid bitch the hell up."

"Yeah, Brittany, shut me the hell up."

She looked to her little goons with a smirk, shrugged and handing over her backpack. When Brittany turned again, she dramatically wound her arm back and used her full strength to swing her fist into your cheek; only making your head turn a fraction from impact. You hummed and nodded, the cheerleader laughing with her girls as if she had "shown you" - but her amusement died when she noticed you barely reacted.

You smirked, cracking your neck, "My turn!"

Your knuckle cracked the bridge of the cheerleader's nose - sick sound of a snap ringing in your ears and jolting the girl's head backwards; momentum forcing her to stumble. Brittany shrieked in pain, holding her nose, unable to defend herself as you launched your attack; first slamming her back into the lockers before jabbing your fist into any vulnerable spot you could.

Similar to the movies, you held Brittany by her hair to keep her in place; wailing your punches repeatedly, each hit making Britt bang into the lockers. Jennifer and Jasmine tried to pull you away but both earned their own punches or elbows to the face for the interference. You focused on Brittany, instantly curating a flock of students all eager to watch.

"FIIIIIIGHT!"

"GIRL FIGHT!"

"BEAT HER ASS, Y/N!"

Brittany sobbed as blood dribbled down her front, staining her pretty uniform, but you were just getting started. The hallway turned noisy, a circle forming around you four as all three cheerleaders were staved off; you running on pure anger, adrenaline, and overflowing frustration that encouraged your foot to kick Britt's gut. You'd never admit it, but Brittany's mocking had hurt you past words, made you feel vulnerable, disarmed, as if you were damaged, undeserving goods. With each punch or kick or stomp, you remembered a different instance of your mother's abuse, seeing her face instead of Brittany's; spurring you on with unrestrained force.

In the parking lot, Billy was leaning on his car with a few teammates from the basketball team and enjoying a hearty nicotine-filled break. Though they'd never label it as such, the boys exchanged idle gossip; listening to Conrad Jones detail his latest conquest, sneering about how "easy" Kennedy Stephens was. They were interrupted when Kyle Lambert sprinted up to them, sneakers skidding over asphalt, panting dramatically, "Billy! Billy! Y-You gotta come see this, man! You gotta help!"

"What?" He asked, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"I-It's your girl - it's Y/N!"

He pushed off his car that was supporting his weight, demanding, "What about her?"

"You gotta come quick, man, you gotta see this! It's fucking wild! Brittany, Jennifer, and Jasmine tried jumping her - "

Billy was surging across the carpark instantly, tossing his cigarette away before yanking the school doors open. He was instantly greeted by the chaotic sight and sounds of a fight, peers gathered in a large circle; screaming their support and hollering encouragement.

"Billy! Oh, thank God!!" Chrissy Cunningham cried, waving him closer. "You have to help! You have to do something, it's 3-on-1!"

He didn't acknowledge the strawberry blonde, just started instantly shoving through the crowd to reach the edge of the fight. It wasn't the sight he was anticipating - fearing the worst, now pleasantly surprised (and a little turned on).

Blood was splattered on the linoleum floors, a single streak smeared on the lockers. Jennifer was left on the ground with her back against the metal, sporting a busted lip as Jasmine was trying to coax her to her feet - sporting a ruddy face and disheveled look. Left in the center, to the entertainment of the crowd, was you on top of Brittany Carver, heaving your fist time and again into her face.

"Shit," he breathed, intending to step forward to stop the fight but needing to shove Tommy H. out of his way when he stepped forward.

"C'mon, man! It's a girl fight! Don't break it up!" Tommy begged, but Billy bullied through.

"All right, that's enough," he grunted, wrapping his arms around your middle and heaving you up and back a step - needing to engage his core and arms when you wriggled in an effort to free yourself. "Hey, hey, hey - "

"Lemme go! This bitch needs put in the ground!"

"Jesus Christ, when did you get this strong?" He grunted, your feet slipping on blood but still being restrained by your boyfriend's impressive strength.

"Talk your shit again, bitch!" You barked at Brittany, who was sobbing in pain and curling into herself. "Lemme hear you say another Goddamn word, you'll need more than another nose job! Fake ass, plastic bitch!"

Jason joined the center and knelt at his sister's side, helping her sit up, glaring at you and Billy. Your boyfriend grit his teeth when Jason snarled, "You need to muzzle your bitch, Billy!"

"I'll fuck you up for talkin' about her like that, Carver, don't provoke me. Watch yourself," Billy snapped in warning, successfully managing to get you behind him.

However, you dodged around him with only enough time to spit hatefully on Brittany, warning, "You wanna talk shit, you'll get hit! Don't let me hear you again - don't you ever dare say another word about my mama! I'll put you in the ground, bitch, fucking try me! I dare you! Try me again, say shit about my mama, and see what the fuck I do!"

"All right, all right, you made your point," Billy stiffly told you, pulling you away by force to avoid you actually killing Brittany. He got a look at her injuries, thinking there must've been more than a broken nose from the way her uniform was stained and her entire face bloodied. "C'mon, we gotta get outta here, come with me - c'mon, baby, you can't touch her anymore, you made your point, you'll end up killin' her or some shit," he panted, shoving through the crowd and effectively ending the fight.

Billy didn't let go of your form until finally outside - letting you rip yourself away as your blood boiled, adrenaline making you much stronger. He watched you pace; huffing, puffing, seething, all but gnashing your teeth hatefully. "That fucking bitch had it coming, Bee, it was self defense!" You finally explained.

"Oh, yeah, princess, totally looked like it," he scoffed, blocking the doors in case you tried to go back. He lit another cigarette.

"It was, you condescending asshole!" You snapped, eyes ablaze and anger tangible. "She approached me, she ran her mouth, and she hit me first!"

"Well," he sighed, "whatever the reason, it's not worth jail time for beating her to death."

"Might be."

"Ain't nothing worth throwing your life away," he offered you the cigarette, but you refused. "Why don't you just tell me what happened? What'd she say?"

"It doesn't matter, Billy."

"I think it matters when she looks like she's gonna need a blood transfusion to replenish what she's lost."

"Whatever - let it be a lesson that you shouldn't throw stones if you're scared of a boulder."

Billy sighed, smoke blown from his mouth, "C'mon, doll, tell me what happened?"

"Doesn't matter, it's done, it's over, it's in the past."

"Baby, I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

"You can't help, period, Billy! There's nothing you can do!"

"Well, you're not even letting me try!"

"'Cause it's redundant!"

"Obviously not when you look like a raging bull!"

Your eyes rolled, head shaking, "I handled it."

"I saw," he scoffed. "So, 3-on-1? How'd that happen?"

"I told you, they approached me."

"Well, I'm gonna need a little more to go on. C'mon, pretty girl, the fuck just happened? You know you can get suspended!" This made you freeze, muscles clamming up, looking purely petrified as if the thought hadn't occurred to you. "I know you don't want that, but if you talk to me, maybe I can help lessen whatever punishment."

"Oh, whatever, like I care about being punished," you snipped, hands twisting together - telling Billy you were beginning to get anxious.

"I think you do, it'd put you in the house with your mom alone," he trailed, pushing away from the doors to approach you like a baby deer. "C'mon, I know you don't wanna get suspended, so just tell me what happened."

"I'm sure you'll hear all about it from your little basketball buddies."

"I don't fucking care!" He snapped with the cigarette trapped and bobbing between his lips, making you look at him in mild shock. "There's gonna be a hundred different rumors, whole fuckin' school watched you beat the shit outta those girls - but I only care about what you have to say."

"There's no point - "

"Oh, Jesus Christ," he growled, snatching the cig between his knuckles, "I just saw three bitches on the ground, all injured, beaten up, bleeding - so stop being so Goddamn stubborn and just tell me! I'm tryna help you!"

"You pulled me off of her, you've helped plenty."

"I'd like to understand how this happened."

"It won't change anything."

"No, it won't, but you have a side to the story. Tell me what went wrong? What happened?"

You sighed, no longer pacing, planting both hands on your hips. Your head shook as Billy tossed the filtered cigarette butt aside, muttering when he exhaled the last of the smoke, "It seems so stupid now."

"Hey," he soothed, crowding into your space and taking one of your hands in his. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it wasn't stupid. You're forgetting, I know well enough to understand you wouldn't throw a punch unless absolutely necessary. Whatever got you riled up like that ain't stupid, sweetheart."

Like a glazed donut, your eyes turned glassy. Billy frowned and took your other hand off your hip, forcing your attention on him. "I swear, I didn't start it," you whispered.

"Only matters that you finished it," he smirked. "Tell me, what the fuck was all that?"

You sighed deeply, offering meekly, "Guess they had it comin'..."

"I know they did," Billy chuckled. "Nobody's that stupid to provoke you, except Brittany."

"I was at my locker... They approached and slammed it shut."

"Right, okay..."

"There were words exchanged, but Brittany, she - " You paused, swallowing thickly, "she started talkin' shit about my mom, about, you know, what she does..."

Billy understood instantly. "You fuckin' serious?" He growled, seeing you nod and fill him in on what was said - unable to look him in the eye as you relived your anger. By the end, you were trembling in emotion and adrenaline loss, Billy sighing deeply and yanking you into his chest for a tight embrace. "All right, yeah," he mumbled, "should've put them bitches in the ground."

"And now," you sniffled, "I'm gonna get suspended, forced to stay home with Ma all next week."

"We'll get you outta it."

"Can't, the school doesn't tolerate fighting on school grounds."

"You said she swung first?"

"Technically, yes. I might've - allegedly - prompted her into it."

"It's still selfdefense, toots, no matter what you or anyone said - if she swung first and hit you, you were only defending yourself."

You shrugged, resting on his chest, "You see the damage? Admin won't care who swung first - not when they're beat to shit."

"Yeah, there's my li'l hothead," he smirked, chuckling slightly before pecking the top of your head. "But you gotta admit, it's impressive how you took on all three."

"I guess, doesn't exactly feel like an accomplishment."

"Nah, princess, seriously," he pulled you back to look at him again, "that's fuckin' hot. I mean, they approached you and still got their asses handed to 'em. That's straight skill."

"Or just a lot of anger with nowhere to go," you frowned. "Think I should go find admin?"

"Nah, they'll probably find you - "

The doors opened and your name was called, the principal's secretary waving you to her. "Fuck," you whispered, releasing Billy.

"I'll come with you," he promised, lacing your fingers together when he took your hand. Billy had to admit, it was a little weird being in the principal's office but not being the one in trouble; waiting without patience in a fraying chair, picking at the exposed stuffing with his leg bouncing. He'd been there 45 minutes, skipping the last half of classes, just waiting as you were behind a closed door with the principal, vice principal, and the disciplinary officer.

He looked up when the school nurse lead Brittany, Jennifer, and Jasmine inside - glaring at them but admiring the scattering of cuts and bruises with dried blood on their precious uniforms. A few minutes later, you were exiting the office with a passive and neutral expression settled on your face. Your lip curled only slightly when you clocked the cheerleaders - hating how smug they all looked - approaching Billy instantly.

"You all right?" He checked, standing and adjusting his jeans.

"Mhm," you nodded, keeping your voice low as the principal called the three cheerleaders into his office. You waited until the door was closed, then informed with a smirk, "I'm not suspended."

"No?"

"Nope," you confirmed. "Apparently, they asked a couple other kids what happened and my story matches theirs. I was minding my business, they came up to me, they started mouthing off, and Brittany was the one who hit me first. So," you shrugged, "guess your idea of selfdefense held strong."

"See? That's good, huh?"

"Yeah," you sighed, nodding absently, "but he said the girls were gonna lose their spot on the cheer squad for this. Listen, I don't think I feel like goin' back to class - kinda just wanna take a nap."

Billy hiked up his jean jacket sleeve, consulting his watch for a moment. "Wanna head to mine? Neil's got the evening shift and Susan has bridge club for a few more hours - we'd be alone."

Your eyes rolled, "No offense, Bee, I don't feel like fucking right now."

"I'm not sayin' that, I'm sayin' let's go nap at mine," he chuckled, picking up your backpack that you forgot about. "We can come back to get your brothers but you know you're not gonna rest if you go home."

You gulped, sighing sadly, "Yeah, well, about that..."

"Something else happen?"

"Apparently... The school has an obligation to call the police if a student reports abuse."

"You reported your mom?"

"Not on purpose," you rushed in defense, "just that... I had to explain what Brittany said to me - so I had to admit what Ma did - or does."

Billy frowned, "Jesus."

"Yeah, so... Maybe going home isn't the smartest idea right now. I wouldn't wanna be there when they conduct their wellness check."

"You wanna stay at mine?" He offered.

"What about Neil?"

"He's a lot nicer with you around," he admitted. "Won't care too much if you stay the night. Plus Max has that club thing after school, then she's going to the arcade; so, she won't need a ride, we can just go."

"You know what? Sure, all right, I'll come to yours," you accepted, your lover boy whisking you away without a second thought. "Thank you, baby."

Your hands were stiff, and when you looked at them, noted split skin and stained blood as a reminder of your aggression... Wondering why the fuck people pushed you to these limits and acted surprised when you reacted? If they wanted a punching bag, they picked the wrong one - but you were willing to remind them.

When you got to the Hargrove residence, you were silent as the grave; stewing in your anger that rolled off you in projected waves. Billy was terribly disarmed, unsure how to properly comfort you - wondering how he would want to be comforted, realizing he'd want to be alone, not subject to anyone's bullshit advice. So, he did what he knew and after handing you a bag of frozen peas for your split knuckles, comfortably stripped and crashed in bed with the window cracked and a rolled joint between his fingers.

You rested on his bare chest, sighing deeply while watching the end of the spliff come to life in a smoldering ember. Billy took the first inhale to make sure it was lit and instantly handed it to you, his arm snug around you and the silence hanging in the air like the swirls of stale, exhaled smoke.

"I'm sorry it got to this point, pretty girl," He offered awkwardly, his other arm bending to prop under his head. Both of you stared off aimlessly, stereo filling the space dully in the background.

"Not your fault," You inhaled and held your breath, handing him the joint. He casually flicked the end in an ashtray resting on the window sill.

"No, but I could've done more."

You chuckled, smoke seeping through your lips and teeth, "Oh, yeah? How? You gonna beat up three girls?"

"Nah but I could beat the shit outta Jason."

"What good would that do?"

"If he didn't want a weekly black eye, Jason would control his sister."

"It's always about control with you, isn't it?"

"I'm just saying," he handed the joint back, lungs pinched to hold the smoke, "I could protect you."

"You already do, baby."

"Let me do more, princess."

"You can't fight every battle for me."

"You could let me try."

"You'd be fighting on two fronts," you frowned, exhaling slowly. "Can't fight for me when you're defending yourself against Neil."

"Might be easier to deal with your shit than my own," he chuckled without humor, accepting the spliff. "Look, I know you don't want me involved, but that's kinda what a boyfriend's supposed to do, right? Protect their woman?"

"I wouldn't know."

"Never had a boyfriend before?"

"Nobody was worth dating until you. Nobody could understand me the way you do so effortlessly."

"'Cause we're one and the same, baby girl. You don't have to do everything by yourself," he inhaled, handing the spliff over again, "don't always have t'be strong."

"Ain't no other choice."

"You could let me in more..."

"You're one to talk."

He sighed, smoke billowing. "You're right. Can't expect you to open up if I don't, so why don't we both try to let the other in more? Yeah, I get it, the shit we deal with ain't pretty but at least we understand each other, right? We're the best for each other to lean on."

"I don't wanna drag you into my bullshit, baby."

"I want you to drag me in, princess. I wanna help you."

You sighed, "Well, Brittany and her cronies are getting suspended and kicked off the cheer squad - they'll be looking for reason to take it out on me."

"Say the word, baby, and I'll beat Jason black-and-blue."

"You're so romantic."

"Only for you - so don't tell anyone. I got a reputation to protect."

You both snickered as the weed you indulged in took effect, lulling you two into a state of ease. Your knuckles had stopped burning, resting your injured hand under the frozen peas, reminding yourself to remain grateful in this turbulent period of life because now, you had someone on your team. Someone who wanted to help carry your baggage. Someone without alternate motives. Someone who was willing to withstand the storm in the hope of feeling the warmth of the sun again.

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HELLFIRE & ICE — eddie munson x f!oc as enemies to star-crossed lovers

CHAPTER TWO — VIOLENT DELIGHTS at HARRINGTON’S HOUSE

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summary: it's a rager at the harrington household! you attempt to reconnect with carol, tommy and the gang (it goes horribly, but they started it), accidentally connect with robin buckley and inadvertently have your life saved by eddie munson and his stupid van. you swear, this guy is following you. content warnings: NSFW / MINORS DNI swearing boots the house down, underage drinking, good old fashioned 80s homophobia and slut shaming, mean mom moment, implied attempted sexual assault, billy hargrove haters club (sorry) word count: 4.7k

Dear reader, I know you think of yourself as a harsh person.

Cold and exacting, surgical in the way you deal with people. You put on a good show, though, masking it all up with quiet confidence and pretty smiles. The prettiest smiles. And you’re never too mean. At least, not out loud.

It’s different when it comes to him, though. With him, you’ve got all the reason in the world to be mean. Vicious, even.

His dad is the reason your dad is in prison. That simple fact makes you want to grab his ridiculous hair and slam his head against the lockers so his ears ring.

Al Munson probably has no bearing on the way Eddie Munson lives his life, because he’s a deadbeat the way his son is destined to be a deadbeat. But the mere genetic suggestion of that piece of shit is enough for you to want to cut the brake lines in his little boy’s van.

You’re trying not to think about it too much, but it’s harder and harder when he’s right across the fucking lot, playing the same pedantic guitar riff over and over and over and–

Ssskrrrp.

The pressure you’ve been putting on your poor fountain pen tears through the lined paper, interrupting your line of thinking.

What doesn’t interrupt, what has no sign of stopping, is Munson’s incessant fretboard shredding coupled with–Christ almighty–an ear piercing harmonica. And look, you’re not one to ignore technique– he’s fine, you suppose, as much as anyone who can adequately handle an instrument can be fine, but it’s the fact that he keeps going. He’s relentless.

Doesn’t this place get noise complaints?

You almost yank up your window and aim the nearest heavy thing in reach–a commemorative Indianapolis Christmapolis snowglobe from 1981–toward Munson’s window in the hope that it sails clean in and puts a hole right through his amp, but you stop yourself short.

You do not exist to me and I better not exist to you.

You’re a woman of your word.

And you’ve got a party to get ready for.

You’ll admit, the trepidation factor of showing up to Steve Harrington’s house after your trailer trash makeunder is major. This is why every element of your look has to be just meticulously so, from your hot roller curls to the angle your off-the-shoulder dress sits at.

“Are you going somewhere?” your mom mumbles from the doorway.

It almost make you draw a jagged edge in your lip liner– you’d forgot you left the door ajar and she moves like a ninja nowadays. Silent and deadly, or not at all. At the very least she’s not slurring her words; she’d heavily upped the intake of Beaujolais since she had to appear on the witness stand. You wonder what she’ll do when the contents of her old wine cellar that’s now living in the trailer’s living room runs out.

You wonder what number glass is the one she’s currently clutching.

“It’s Friday night,” you say, like that’s a sufficient response.

“Whatever happened to keeping a low profile, hon?” she says, perching on your dinky twin bed. She pokes around the measly few pieces of jewelry you’ve scattered there, the only ones you have left. The rest went to the pawn shop, then that went to the legal fund.

Fat lot of good that did us, you think.

“I get that you’re probably… upset by all this change, but,” she continues, sighing deep, “Going out and making a fool of us isn’t going to help anything.”

You cap your lip liner and wonder just who the fuck your mother thinks she’s talking to.

“And drinking yourself into a stupor in front of cable TV is?” you bite, “--scratch that. We can’t afford cable anymore, can we, Mommy?”

Your mother’s purple-tinged lips peel over her teeth in a sickened smile. “Don’t be a bitch, Lacy. No one likes a bitch.”

“I’m not,” you assure, unrolling the first of your hot rollers, “I’m being pragmatic. Game face, right? That’s what Daddy said. We’re not going to let this town of gossip mongering wannabes tell us who we are,” you say, rendering a pitch-perfect impression of your dad that makes your mom shudder. “I’m going out. I’m going to a party. I’m going to act like nothing has changed because it hasn’t–”

It’s eerie how easily you can lie to yourself.

“--you’re the one who’s not being a team player.” You don’t exactly say that your mother is the one that’s bringing extracurricular shame to the family name, but that’s what the reality is. If there’s not whispers flying about your incarcerated father, there’s mumblings about your mother showing up blotto in Melvald’s with more than one run in her stockings.

Getting up from your makeshift dressing table to pick your jewelry from the bed, you turn– and run chest-first into your mother’s wine glass. She lets the wine spill down the front of your dress–your white dress–with just enough manufactured shock to let you know it wasn’t an accident. You gasp– is she serious?! The stain spreads just like her smile does; slow and languid and completely immovable.

“Oh, baby, look at that mess,” she pouts mirthlessly, “Do you know how difficult it is to get red wine stains out?”

You just about keep your composure as she leaves your bedroom, slamming the door behind her. It might appear that your mother has nothing left in this world, but she still has the ability to make you feel two feet tall.

Blinking away the hornet’s sting of tears in your freshly mascara’d eyes, you glance to the clock radio– no! You had planned on a bus route that included a fifteen minute walk from the park to get you to Steve’s on time (and to avoid another car ride full of ribbing with Carol, Tommy et al) and there’s no way you’re going to make it now. Plus, you now need a full outfit revamp and you still weren’t organized enough for that.

Panic runs a trail of hot spikes up the back of your neck as you rifle through the nearest suitcase for anything remotely appropriate and you come up with– something.

Something slightly risque, that you weren’t counting on debuting at a party where you needed to convince people that I’m normal and nothing’s different and everything is fine.

Your new outfit requires you to be practically hermetically sealed into it, it’s so tight, but it matches your shoes at least– you’re a stickler for details. You’re also a stickler for multitasking, so you drum up a last ditch attempt at hitching a ride to Harrington’s house and barrel out the trailer door without so much as a Don’t wait up, Mom!

A sharp left is your first move, and you nearly swear you see Munson drop a note in his hard rock symphony as you dash past his window. Good. Hope you can’t nail that intro for the rest of the night, just like you can’t nail anything else.

You’re sure, no, you’re positive that you’ve seen that car around here somewhere… and just like a very dangerous North Star, the Chevy Camaro sits askew in front of a nearby trailer home. The front door pops open, there’s some incoherent yelling, and a shadowy figure identifiable only by a trail of cigarette smoke and an ever-present cloud of too-strong drugstore cologne swaggers towards the vehicle.

Someone up there’s looking out for me.

“Billy!” you call, teetering his way on your heels, “Hey.”

Or wants me dead.

Billy Hargrove pauses in his tracks, tossing the dying ember of his cigarette into some nearby, extremely dead and extremely flammable, shrubbery. He drinks you in, top of the lid to the bottom of the label, and you want to fidget with your outfit. A black waistcoat with nothing but a bra underneath hitches your breasts to your clavicle. The matching skirt feels suddenly illicitly short. He’s regarding you with a newfound if sleazy appreciation– then again, you daresay Billy Hargrove eyes up froyo with the same lascivious look. Guy has a chronic case of eyeball nymphomania.

“Lacy, right?” he drawls, like you haven’t been in the same social sphere at least a dozen different times. You nod, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear in an effort to out-cute yourself. This is very not you behavior, but– needs must. “Fresh meat.”

Again, like you haven’t met a billion times before, but trailer park politics change everything.

“Yeah,” you say, skipping over that particular prelude to a come-on, “Um, no way you’re going to Harrington’s party, are you?”

Billy heel-toes his way toward you, slow like molasses (or slurry, or tar), giving you his best half-lidded come-hither shit. Look, you get what Tina and Carol and the rest of the girls see in him– it’s the whole greased up dirtbag, fuelled by chauvinism, sponsored by Pall Mall thing that is designed to piss off their parents and give them bacterial vaginosis. It’s their first taste of adulthood. You, on the other hand, have tastes in the opposite sex that are as-yet unmet by this half-assed corn maze of a town.

“I was thinkin’ about it,” he smirks, barely a breath away from you. And you play right up into it, even if you want to recoil from his ratty moustache.

“Well, think I could ride shotgun?” you ask, and tack on, “With you?”

“What’s in it for me?”

Oh, Jesus Christ, does it ever end. You have to swallow in order not to roll your eyes and ask him if he ever thinks about changing that broken flirting record.

“The most impeccable company in Hawkins, of course,” you simper, amping up the princess angle. Though you were pretty sure that dynamic played better when you weren’t living on the edge of civilization.

Billy folds easily, but doesn’t go so far as to open the passenger door for you. He jams the radio on as soon as the key’s in ignition, speed metal rattling through the car’s interior. Another cigarette lit and he’s revving up and out, while you’re still struggling to find the non-existent seatbelt. You give up and reach for a smoke from the open soft pack on the dash– it’s not a regular habit outside of parties and stealing your mom’s every once in a while, but again, needs must.

Billy flicks a Zippo dangerously close to your face. “What’s your deal.”

Despite the monotone delivery, you’re sure it’s the closest thing to an honest-to-god question Billy’s ever asked you– or any girl, for that matter.

“That’s a vague line of questioning, Billy,” you say, cracking a window so the smoke can escape.

“You’re like, bad now or something?” he scoffs, “Shunned from the suburbs so you’re acting all edgy?”

By hitching a ride with you, you mean. God, how pathetic to uphold yourself as the standard of bad behavior– as far as bad goes, I could do a lot better.

“Thaaat’s it,” you nod animatedly, half-yelling over the din of 'The Four Horsemen', “I figured with my father in the big house, I might as well commit to the bit. I might even get a tattoo. How’s that make you feel?”

Billy barely emotes an answer, his himbot expression set on seduce mode. He’s just smirking, lashes low. “If you wanna let loose, I know someplace we could do that.”

His free hand, the one that isn’t oh-so-casually resting on the wheel, reaches over to brush a lock of hair from your cheek. The knuckle trails down to your jawline, skips to your shoulder, your forearm, until his palm comes to cup your knee. Your skin feels like it hardens under his touch.

You’ve seen this movie before. Rebel Without a Condom: Skull Rock Edition.

Your hand closes over Billy’s, holding it firmly in place. He has a hair-trigger temper. You know that. You're attempting to handle it delicately.

“So do I. Harrington’s party.”

His tongue runs along the edge of his bottom lip, and you wonder what’s fundamentally missing in you that this shit doesn’t have you trembling. He grips tighter, fingers edging up your thigh under your vice. Your stomach seizes. “I mean really loosen up, Lacy. You wanna be bad, let’s go be bad.”

And suddenly, as his foot edges the gas to push you down the dirt road faster, you are trembling. But for all the wrong reasons.

Then– an ungodly rumble from behind, headlights blaring through the rear window as a vehicle zooms almost bumper-to-bumper with Billy’s. The horn honks and each car’s sound system wages a war to be heard– Metallica versus Black Sabbath.

Your neck snaps around. You don’t even need to see past the blinding light into the driver’s seat to know who the hell that is.

The van hits a dangerous swerve in order to come neck and neck with Billy’s car, spooking him enough that he snaps his hand off of your leg. The van boisterously overtakes you and Billy slams on the horn, revving the engine from his position behind. The sign of relief you breathe is barely contained, but can’t be heard over metal-on-metal drums.

“What the fuck is this freak’s problem?!”

“At least he’s bringing party favors.”

–

While Billy Hargrove’s admittedly sick Camaro sure can burn rubber, she’s no match for Eddie’s old lady in the arena of sheer bull-in-a-china-shop obnoxiousness. She hauls a lotta ass and takes up a lotta road, which is perfect for raising the blood pressure of an asshole like this.

And before you think it, before you even imagine it– he’s not fucking up Billy’s cruising hours because of you.

Not entirely, anyway.

Truth is, his uncle’s hours have been cut at the plant, as have Eddie’s shifts at the Hideout so he’s seizing opportunity wherever he can. Keep the lights on, right? And if that means palming off dimebags and powder to some drunk kids who are overzealous with their unpetty cash, then fine. He’d got the word from a couple of meatheads that his services might be useful, so it’s not as if he’s planning on gatecrashing Harrington’s. Gatecrashing a Quaker meeting would be more entertaining, if you ask Eddie.

But, gun to his head? Alarm bells started ringing when he saw you bowl out of your trailer in that ho–... that outfit and head towards Hargrove’s. Well, Mayfield’s, technically– the only time Hargrove shows up there is to cool off when his dad kicks him out. Hargrove’s dad and the redhead kid’s mom have split, and she is not taking it well, so add in the macho madness of Billy and you’ve got a maelstrom of disaster.

Sometimes he sees Little Red sneak out in the middle of the night and he’s gotten in the habit of keeping an eye on her.

From a safe distance, of course. That kid’s like a rabid dog, jumpy and paranoid. He’s positive she bites.

Anyway, that’s how come he came to spot you. Activity in the Hargrove enclosure. And again, if he’s to believe any kind of insidious gossip, girls that slide into the passenger seat of Hargrove’s ride are not necessarily safe.

So, he figures, it’s time to peel out and get to work.

Eddie manages to keep Billy entertained on his tail right until the turn to Harrington’s, so you don’t swerve off onto an unlit dirt road with him. What can he say, he loves the chase!

Billy’s car almost blocks him in when he pulls up, you clambering out of the passenger side unassisted. Douchebag. The minute Eddie’s sneakers hit the pavement, Billy is just about nose to nose with him, frothing at the mouth. Rabid dog must run in the family.

“Fuck was that about, huh?”

“Jeez, Hargrove, a little early to be scamming on your date already,” Eddie teases, drawing up to his full height– he’s got a couple of inches on Hargrove, which he knows is a sore spot. “But I’m flattered.”

On instinct, not insistence, Eddie’s eyes snap to you– but you don’t give him so much as a glance, just huff, “Thanks for the ride, Hargrove,” and head into the party. His eyes follow you, watching you stalk inside with your shoulders all hunched and your ankles about ready to give out in those dumb shoes.

Billy shoves him, hard, as if to draw his attention back. “Fucking wanna go, huh?”

But Eddie, at this point, is beyond over it. He’s done all the dick measuring he wants to do tonight. He digs a joint out of his pocket and slaps it into Billy’s hand.

“Christ, Scrappy Doo, hit the brakes already. Have one on me.”

–

The one time in your life you’ll be thankful for the bottomless pit of the male ego is tonight. Billy completely rerouted his fucking pea brain to dog Munson all the way to Steve’s house, and all you had to endure was motion sickness.

Could have been a lot worse.

You’re still regaining your land legs by the time you cross the Harringtons’ porch and are instantly cornered by Tina and Nicole.

“Lacy,” they say, in unison and almost gravely. Very the twins from The Shining. “We didn’t think you’d make it.”

“Wait, did you come here with–”

“--Billy Hargrove,” you supply before anyone can make any stupid assumptions. “Almost died in a game of chicken in the process, but that’s that Forest Hills life for ya.”

Tina looks past you, distracted and distant. “I always forget he lives there,” Nicole shrugs. You don’t bother to correct her, because you don’t think he does. Whatever.

“Wish I could forget I live there!” you chirp, “In fact, that’s exactly what I’d like to do– forget. What are we drinking, ladies?”

You push past the hovering bodies and make your way to the kitchen, the girls bringing up the rear but real slowly. Something’s wrong– something’s off with them. But then again, maybe something’s just off with you. You choose to forget about it, forcing your party mode switch to on.

“Jesus, what is Robin Dykely doing here?” Nicole scoffs over your shoulder as you search the kitchen island for anything you can free pour, and fast. You purse your lips– Nicole’s obviously started early, because when she’s tipsy, she’s got no volume control nor spatial awareness. The Robin Buckley in question is lingering by a punch bowl and definitely in ear shot.

“Looks like she’s drinking punch at a party, Nic,” you say flatly, pulling a bottle of vodka from the gaggle of glassware. That’ll do fine.

“Probably hoping Tam Thompson will finally join the softball team.”

“Doesn’t Steve work with her?”

“Yeah, they’re like, buddy-buddy right?” you non-committally muse, grabbing a shot glass; in fact, you had seen the mousy girl mousing around Family Video with Steve. He’d even given her a ride to school a couple of times, whatever the hell that dynamic was. You didn’t know much about Robin, other than she was in band so you matriculated in the same gym space what with due to your spot on the cheerleading squad. Well, that, and the obvious rumors.

But largely and absolutely, you didn’t care. She’s a relative nobody.

You knock back a searing shot of vodka.

“That’s proof Harrington’s exhibiting early signs of dementia, I’m sure,” Tina grimaces. “Like, doesn’t he know she’s a carpet muncher?”

“Like Harrington can’t have a girl within three feet of him without wanting to bang her?” you say, matching Tina’s grimace with a strained voice after the shot. “Yet here you are, Tina.”

It’s a little meaner than Tina is used to from you– and it shows. She blinks, once, twice, three times, visibly hurt because she knows that you know that she’s had a thing for Steve Harrington since the dawn of forever.

Well, fucking get in line.

Then she scoffs, recovering herself. “Have another drink, Lace. ‘bout time you loosened up.”

Tina slinks by you toward the patio and you almost call after her, but don’t. Nicole, starting after her with a roll of her eyes, tells you, “We’ll be by the pool. See you out there, maybe?”

Your mouth curls into a sarcastic smile and you wave the bottle of vodka. “Soon as I catch up, girl!”

The vodka lands with a clunk on the counter after you line up another shooter. You look up, and catch Robin Buckley staring at you, right before she has the chance to avert her eyes. She’s gripping onto that solo cup for dear life. You can see the cracking dents in the plastic.

“You want a shot?” you yell over the music and the people and the claustrophobia of it all.

“Uh,” she says– too damn slow. You grab another glass and fill it, passing it her way.

“I’ve, um, I’ve never really done this before. What’s, like, the custom, should we cheers?” Robin half-yells over the kitchen island.

You shrug. Fuck it. “Sure– here’s to being in places we think we belong with people we secretly hate!”

“Oh, I for sure don’t belong here!”

Robin sinks the vodka and chokes on it, spluttering up the shot. You gulp yours like a fish gulping water and dash around the island to slap her on the back. She recovers pretty quickly, wiping the dribbled booze off her face with the back of her hand. She wheezes gratefully when you pass her a sticky dishcloth. “Gross.”

“I know, right? Party.”

“I get it, though, by the way,” Robin says, husk in her voice more pronounced after she’s coughed a lung up. She dabs awkwardly at her argyle printed shirt, doing nothing. “The secretly hating people thing.”

Fuck, had you really said that? That’s way too personal. That’s way too revealing, especially to someone like her. Reverse, reverse, abort abort abort! “Well, it’s not that, y’know how it gets with your friends sometimes–”

“Because I know Steve. Like, I really know Steve– but not, not in like a sexual way because that’s not– more in like a paternal, fraternal, we were worms together in another lifetime sort of way– I just, I know Steve,” Robin steamrolls you, nodding. From the glassy look in her eye, that punch is finally hitting her. And she really does mean what she says, from the timbre of her voice. She gives a real fuck about Harrington, which is more than you can say for ninety percent of the people in this house. “He, y’know, he’s not exactly made for this crowd either.”

You unscrew the bottle of vodka and take a cursory swig, then another, which makes Robin’s eyes widen and makes you feel a little bit like a pirate. “Then why are we all here, band girl? At his house? Why am I drinking his father’s Stoli?”

She casts her eyes down and shrugs, looking back up with a sour smile. “Party?”

Your shoulders drop and your head lolls back. Maybe you shouldn’t have come here after all. “Ffffffuck.”

“I totally hate drinking. I hate that wobbly out-of-control thing,” Robin says, scooping more punch into her half-crushed cup. It occurs to you that she might not realize the punch is alcoholic.

“You said it, sister.”

“I like your outfit, by the way. It’s like if a librarian was… a slut.”

God, if this is the way she flirts, I hope Sarah Lawrence is kind to her.

“You said it, sister,” you repeat, hitting the bottle again.

When you perform a quick scan of the room, you spot Billy advancing through the crowd, lighting a cigarette with another cigarette like he’s about to just smoke both cigarettes because that would be double badass.

And then, veering in from the right just like he did on the way here, is Eddie Munson. He looks as if he’s looking… for you.

Well, not the fuck anymore!

“Pleasure doing business with you, band girl,” you mutter, grabbing the solo cup from her hand and chugging the rest of the contents, “Don’t drink any more of that shit, it’s three quarters peach schnapps.”

You maneuver yourself (just barely) to the patio, where the gang, your gang, are all holding court on the pool loungers. There’s Carol, Tommy Hagan, Tina, Nicole, Cass, even Tammy Thompson if Robin’s still looking, but no Harrington in sight. Maybe it’s because of what Robin just told you, but you feel like this would feel less bad if he was here.

A hush falls over the group as you approach– you know, the kind where you know people have just been talking about you? That lead feeling in your gut makes you take another sip of vodka.

“Well, hello there,” you say, and it comes out as one slurred-up noise. Wellyellothur. Not ideal.

Tina gestures to the bottle. “Washing something down, Lacy?”

“A shot of Hargrove spunk?” Carol drawls.

“With a Buckley bush chaser,” Hagan sniggers. Fucking Statler and Waldorf over here.

“You guys, c’mon,” Nicole starts– and it sounds like a defense, but she’s the meanest motherfucker of them all when you give her some leash. “Lacy’s way too frigid for that.”

“Guess that tracks,” Hagan shrugs, leaning forward to flick his cigarette into the pool. He looks at you in a way that drills a hole, only the way ugly, empty-eyed bastards know how to do. “I mean, if it’s true that your dad was pimping you out to Al Munson, it makes sense he’s in the slammer. No one got their fuckin’ money’s worth in that deal.”

“Shit, that is so true, Tommy,” you start, before you even know where it’s going. All you know? It’s going to be bad. Real bad. So bad that you set the bottle on the ground next to you and clasp your hands behind your back. Debate team stance is what you used to call this. “About me being frigid, I mean. Because I sure remember turning you down a lot– like, a lot.”

Hagan scoffs and lights another cigarette. Something electric in you makes you lean over and grab it, “Lemme have this one. –but like, you don’t remember that? Because I remember you begging–like hands and knees begging–me to fuck you the night of junior prom.”

“Bullshit,” he scoffs again, like ‘scoff’ and ‘chauvinist insult’ are the only retorts he’s wired for.

“And on the last lake trip,” you go on, taking a drag of the cigarette. “Oh! And on the night of Carol’s eighteenth birthday! Which was like, what? Two months ago? And every time, I said no. Do you remember why I said no, Tommy?”

This Greek chorus of Brat Pack wannabes, they just sit there and stare at you. And you don’t even notice the hush that’s crawled over the crowd assembled on the patio. The party rages on indoors, but those who are out here are rapt.

Tina emits a nervous snort, which makes you bend at the waist and cup your ear, like you’re in the goddamn elementary school production of Horton Hears a What the Fuck Have You Got to Say.

“Bet you could tell me why, Tins,” you grin, big and houndlike. “I drove you to the clinic, remember? I fronted you the money for the lice cream– which you never paid me back for, by the way! Not even when I got all poo–oor!”

Tina reacts in a scramble, gasping unto herself and darting her eyes away from everyone. She doesn’t know where to look– no one knows where to look! No one but Carol, dear awful honeybun Carol, who has gone so pale it looks like her blush was painted on by Bozo the Clown. She stares you right down and you stare back. One of you is the barrel of the gun, and one of you is the poor loser looking right down it.

“You’re a fucking dirty liar, Lacy!” The sound of her voice feels like it’s ricocheting off every stony surface on Steve Harrington’s patio, that’s how deadly silent it’s gotten.

In a flourish, you throw the cigarette on the ground and stamp on it, hard and heavy!

“Only one way to know for sure, Caroline!” you holler, flinging your arms out, “Feelin’ itchy lately?!”

All you know is you’re cackling louder than the thundering crowd rush that erupts when Carol fucking lunges for you.

author's notes: CLIFFHANGER ALERT! everyone fucking dies. jk but thank you so much for reading this chapter that i had so much fucking fun writing. and thank you for showing love for chapter one! i'm posting this one a little sooner than i planned because i want to get this show on the road for y'all. so, a few bits: - the song eddie is playing is the wizard by black sabbath which goes so incredibly hard. he also definitely learned how to shred on harmonica from wayne which is a piece of fanon i think i picked up from chrissy and eddie’s infinite mixtape, the preeminent hellcheer fic by @little-scribblers-heart (i don’t even go in for hellcheer like that but Now That’s What I Call Characterization) - never heard of Indianapolis Christmapolis before? check out the history here! - there is nothing i love more on this planet than making fun of a swaggerlicious shitbag character like billy hargrove. anyway he was blasting the four horsemen by metallica in the car which he canonically listens to in the show! you know, the scene where he puts cologne on his balls. i like to think billy only knows one song and this is it - rebel without a condom: skull rock edition is a reference to rebel without a cause and goes out to all the failed threesomes that have happened at skull rock - scrappy doo found dead in miami after one hit of eddie munson's ditch weed - i also have to say, i feel like more people knew robin was a lesbian than robin realizes, which is truly The Gay Experience. absolutely no one will be surprised that she's fucking crushing puss at a liberal arts college once stranger things 5 comes out in 2038 - anyway, crabs are a real threat, be safe and get tested! thanks so much for reading, pls reblog, like and comment to show support and i will throw things around my enclosure with the wild abandon of a dopamine rush. ur everything to me

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #stranger things fic #hellfire & ice #in progress #published by powder #e. munson by powder

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glimmerlofsea · 7 months ago

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Billy Hargrove x Reader

MASTERLIST

SHINING

Warning : Alcoholism, a little sexual harassment, just Billy being a really caring boyfieee :3333

WC; 3,1k

#TALKISSA; Basically I don't know what the plot is... but apparently, you guys are Steve Harrington's twinsiee. Contrary to Steve's personality, you guys are innocent, naive, and just really whine 24/7. Came to the party, the party didn't go well, Steve left, and Billy suddenly arrived out of nowhere.

Halloween is coming, but exams will never free the students of Hawkins to have fun. Today is the last day you take your exam—You hope to get perfect results according to your efforts to get good grades.

Different from Steve, who will only accept his exam results as they are, beside he wants to work straight away after graduating, not like you who wants to go to a good university where you can meet handsome guy and certainly not be sloppy like the guy in Hawkins.

Steve's personality with you is completely the opposite, even some students almost don't believe that you are Steve fucking Harrington's twin.

If Steve is a popular guy who has his own interest in attracting girls then you are 0% attractive. You don't care as much as Steve cares about his popularity. But that doesn't make Steve's affection for you change, he really loves you since when he was at home he felt like you were the only one who could accompany his loneliness. Likewise, vice versa with what you feel.

Your hair is always in the booth and you have bangs which are quite annoying to your eyes because you always have them twisted, but it's dumb that you still maintain your hairstyle. Steve told you several times to change your appearance so you could have a little fun in high school, but again and again you didn't care. You will just go through high school like the wind passes by.

Because of your innocence, people think you are just some kind of bookworm who is a study maniac, but no... They are all wrong.

You approached Steve who was already at his locker, your lockers were next to each other since Mrs. Johnson doesn't want the hassle of separating twins like you. And you love Mrs. Johnson because of it!

"How's your geography?" Steve asked you since the last subject of your test was geography.

You showed your cocky smile while flipping your hair back, making Steve groan in disgust because of your attitude,

"I bet I'll get more than a hundred—"

"Y/N!" You heard a girl who's calling your name, when you looked back you saw Tina running towards you while handing you a piece of paper, "Here, these are the results of your test, Mr. Phil said he was too lazy to check all yours so here are the results."

You smiled and grabbed the paper that Tina gave you, it had a big "0" written all over the paper in red ink. Steve held back his laughter and patted your back, because you felt he was underestimating you, you hit his stomach hard. Everyone has gotten used to it since then, it's like love-language between your relationship.

You coughed through your whimper, “Can a teacher do that?”

Tina shrugged her shoulders, she patted your shoulder, "Girl, your life is not for value all the time. If you keep trying and the results remain the same then it's a sign that you have to move on."

"Move on to what?" You asked sadly.

Tina showed a sly smile, she was a popular girl in Hawkins, different from the boys who had to bully to be popular—Tina didn't do that, yes maybe she just judged some people's clothes but not too much. That's what makes you like her and want to talk to her more.

She handed you two pieces of paper, you saw the words Halloween party at Tina's house which will take place in a few weeks.

"One for you and your brother." Tina said then winked at you. You smiled and said a simple 'thank you' before she left, not forgetting Steve who also said thank you.

You handed one paper to Steve, Steve ruffled your hair, "Cheer up, lil sissy."

You kept whining and tapping the back of your head repeatedly on the locker, "I'm not pretty, I'm not popular, I'm not good at anything."

With that Steve cupped your face, "Who said that?"

You showed your stupid face, "Um... Me?"

"Oh, God, I almost hit someone. If only a bunch of Billy Hargrove's gang said that I would really..." Steve explained as he showed the lump of his hand, his words were stopped by him telling you to look at the lump in his hand, as if to tell you that you should know that anyone who dares to mock you will get a gift from him.

You chuckled, “But who is Billy Hargrove?”

Steve's eyes widened, he threw his hands in the air again, "You don't know him? Good. That little shit always thinks everyone knows him."

Steve grabbed both of your shoulders, "Y/N. Never, like, ever find out about him or be curious about him, okay? Capisce?"

Before you could answer a voice joined your conversation, "I heard you mentioning my name, Harrington. Are you digging my vibe yet?"

You turned your body so that your body was leaning against the locker behind you, while Steve came face to face with the charming guy with curly hair.

Their gazes were intense, but the charming guy looked at you, making you smile awkwardly,

"I didn't see you there, Princess." He said leaning his arm on your side, did he just flirting with you in front of your brother?

"Get your hands off, Hargrove." Steve said.

You formed an O in your mouth, "Oh! So you're the Billy Hargrove?"

The charming guy— Or the one who now has a name, Billy Hargrove, showed his cocky smile, "The one and only." He said then took your hand for him to kiss right on the back of your hand.

You flinched so you just laughed awkwardly, "Super groovy, man. Like, totally friendly— Got it." You stammered your words while nodding.

Steve pushed Billy away and grabbed his collar, you widened your eyes trying to pull Steve away, while Billy raised his hands in the air, "Pretty brave, huh, Harrington?"

"Back off, or even step off from her."

You grabbed Steve's shoulder, "Steve, come on." You panicked because you saw Mrs. Joan, who was patrolling the corridors, was known as a killer teacher since rumors spread that she skinned her husband when she found out he was flirting with another woman. Just imagining it makes you shudder but on the one hand you don't believe the rumors.

Meanwhile, Billy showed his smile even more, showing his perfect row of teeth while licking his lips with his tongue— which made Steve's emotions even hotter, he touched you and Steve already hated him because of his presence.

Before Steve could land a blow on Billy you stopped him by hitting him on the head with your bag, making him groan and look at you, "What the fuck, Y/N?"

You don't look at him but in another direction while showing an awkward smile, "Hello, Mrs. Joan. No worries here. My brother and his buddy are just testing out the newest hoops moves." You looked at the two of them, "Right?"

When Steve frowned and was surprised at you— Billy just chuckled at your ridiculous behavior. You're interesting. For him.

Mrs. Joan couldn't stop staring at the three of you as she narrowed her eyes, you hit Steve's hand to signal him to say something, "Ah, yes, Mrs. Joan. You know, the tournament is approaching and Billy and I are just trying out new moves. Witnessed by my sister who was the jury."

Mrs. Joan didn't say anything and just walked past you, which meant you were completely safe.

You groaned and cursed Steve's name, "Don't you ever do that again! I've been blacklisted by her because I accidentally threw my book at her."

"Why did you throw it anyway?!" Steve snapped but not in an angry tone but surprised.

You shrugged your shoulders, "I had a nightmare, I saw Montley almost kissing me then woke up and was already throwing a book at Mrs. Joan."

Steve just shook his head while you heard Billy chuckle, Steve was about to walk towards him but Nancy called him, "Wait in the car park, understand?" Steve ordered which made you nod.

"And you," Steve said looking at Billy, "Don't you ever talk to her again."

"Yes, sir." Billy mocked which made you chuckle.

Steve immediately went over to Nancy, you gave him an awkward smile before leaving Billy in front of your locker, but his voice almost echoed throughout the corridor, "Wait."

You turned and raised your eyebrows, "I know you're Harrington, but can we get reacquainted?"

You chuckled as you hugged the book tightly in your hand, "I'm Y/N."

"And I'm Billy Hargrove." His reply showed a smile.

"I bet you don't want to get in trouble with my brother, so goodbye, Billy."

Who said he didn't want to get into trouble with Steve? The day after that he continued to approach you without Steve knowing, starting from him saying he could teach you Geography or sharing weird experiences during class. And the strange thing is that you fell for his bait, you were caught with him more and more often when Steve wasn't in the same class as you.

And today is the long awaited Halloween party, you want to go, but you are hesitant. You don't know how to party— Hell, you've never even been to a party.

"I never go to parties, Steve!" You whined at him when he was actually wearing a costume for his party.

"You did!"

You raised your eyebrows, "What party?"

"Birthday party?"

You tightened your jaw and threw your pillow at him, "That's not the same thing, dumbass! Don't make me angry and cry at the same time."

Steve put himself next to you, "Come on, Y/N! How about the dress I bought you last year?"

"Carrie White dress?" Steve nodded, "Listen, if you don't want to show your face you can soak the dress in fake red blood, how about that?"

You threw another pillow at Steve, "Are you out of your mind?" You toss your hair, "I'll show them this shining face."

Steve chuckled, "That's my girl."

You groaned in disgust and made an ugly face, "Ewh, change that 'girl'." Steve just chuckled.

Not long after you two left the house to go to the party, Steve picked up Nancy. Nancy praised you for your appearance, and you were also impressed by Nancy's appearance which looked more innocent than your costume.

You wore a peach colored dress that Steve bought you last year, decorated with a crown accessory in your hair.

When you arrived at the party you felt like it was really wrong to wear a leg-length dress, Steve and you went your separate ways.

12:00 A.M Steve says you should be in the car after the party.

Along the path you walked to Tina's house, you kept lifting your dress so that people wouldn't tripped over it.

For those of you who have never been to a party, you think the party is too boring, just follow along with rock music which is not your taste and the sound of the Hawkins High School students fondling which makes you groaned in disgust.

You found your way to the park in Tina's backyard, that's where you heard lots of cheers and people surrounding someone. You weren't interested so you went back inside.

Seeing lots of girls holding small red cups made you wonder what was in them, you let go of your dress in your hands and approached one of the girls, "Excuse me, what is that?" You said a little shouting because the music was too loud.

The girl who seemed drunk just smiled stupidly at you, "You're Carrie White!" You just smiled and nodded, "Let me pour some blood on your dress so you can be a real prom queen."

Thinking it was a good idea you nodded in agreement, but to your surprise she brought a group of her girls to spill the drink all over you too. Makes you close your eyes when they freely spill the drink. You didn't feel angry, but just a little oppressed... But it was your fault that you agreed with the girl's idea.

After that you saw a red cup on the kitchen counter, you grabbed it and drank it since you were curious about the taste, plus you had never tried alcohol before. Yes, you did, but that was a long time ago.

After trying it, it feels like something stinging and irritating in your body, you try to shake your head to wake yourself up, someone appears in front of you, it's Montley, "Dude, did you drink the drink here?" His voice seemed like a ghost in your ears, you just laughed and nodded.

You raised the red cup in the air and started shouting, "LET'S PARTY FOREVER, FELLAS!"

You heard Montley cursing, then his friend came over, "Did she just swallow that drink?" Jake asked, Montley nodded.

"Shit. We're going to get beat up by Harrington. Montley, there's cocaine in that cup—"

Montley immediately covered Jake's mouth and stomped his foot, "If you close your mouth then that won't happen."

While you definitely felt happy at this party, you had never felt this happy! You turned to Montley, "Can I have some more?"

Montley shook his head and took the cup from you forcefully, making you purse your lips, but he didn't say anything and just left in front of you with his friends.

You started walking into the living room to party with the others, you really felt excited,

“What's in that drink?” You asked yourself as you danced, you smiled like a fool, "I want more."

You walked over to the place where there was a sack of the drink in a bowl. You rested your hands on the table, “One please.” You said to the guy guarding the place.

"Well, well, well, look who's here." You heard a guy make a sound.

You turned your head and saw Jason who was standing in front of you, he always made fun of you when you were in first year, you narrowed your eyes, "What do you want?"

"You look good in that dress." He said and walked closer to you, "But it would be better if you took it off." He replied then you felt a hand on your butt. You slapped him straight away,

Your slap voice was very loud, making several people there turn their attention towards you, "Get your hands off me."

Jason chuckled, feeling himself humbled by you, he gripped your wrist tightly making you wince, "You don't look good. I'll make you feel good."

He grabbed your waist and took you away from there, but you pushed him away as soon as you reached Tina's backyard, "Just leave me alone."

Jason had run out of patience, he wanted to grab you again but someone pulled you to stand behind him, that's where you saw a guy in a black jacket standing with his back to you, it was Billy.

"What's your problem, man?" Jason asked with concern.

"Don't you realize that just touching her is my problem?" Billy replied while licking his lips.

Jason laughed at his disbelief, "Why don't you focus on your own mess?" Jason wanted to grab you again but you didn't let him and latched onto Billy's large hand, you pointed at Jason, “He's a bad guy!” Your babbling without full awareness.

"Did he hurt you?" Billy asked you, making you look up and shake your head, "But he touched my ass!"

Billy clucking in annoyance and turned his gaze towards Jason, "Is that so?" he asked Jason.

Now Jason was the one clucking, "Fine, she's yours, bro."

Jason was about to leave but Billy held him back and broke his hand making Jason scream in pain, "You can't just leave, there's gotta be a lesson in this, right?"

"Let's go, Billy!" You exclaimed while clapping your hands at his action.

Billy let go of Jason and threw him far into the wet grass, he turned towards you, you gave him a thumbs up but he ignored it,

"Let me see your eyes." He said then opened your eyes, making you look at him with those innocent eyes. Your pupils dilated, Billy knew that was one of the effects of cocaine.

"Fucking Montley." Billy cursed, he removed his hands from your eyes,

You wonder, "What's wrong with him?"

"I heard he accidentally put a cup full of cocaine and water and a girl drank it. And he mentioned being afraid of getting beat up by Harrington and stuff like that."

You held your throat, “Did I swallow cocaine?” You asked in a sad tone.

"I think so. Come on, let's go to my car, let's freshen yourself up." Billy asked then took your hand.

You didn't move immediately, "I want Steve."

"Princess, it's a shame that your brother left because of his romantic problems. Just come with me, okay? I'll take you home, I promise."

You whine, "My throat hurts, I'm scared, it feels like I'm hallucinating, I don't know what I'm feeling— What's wrong with meeee?"

"That must be the effect." Billy muttered, not long after he carried you.

"Stay awake, okay?" Billy said to you who had rested your head on his chest.

He wasn't wearing any clothes, just a jacket, making you trace his body with your fingers, making Billy feel goosebumps all over his body, but he knew that this was just another version of you. Not the real you.

Billy noticed the small crown in your hair, he chuckled to himself, the nickname 'Princess' was really made for you.

Even with wet hair and a dress that has red stains on it, you are still charming and shining.

Several girls whispered when they saw Billy take you to his car, some of them were jealous, but also amazed that you, who have always been an 'innocent girl', knew how to charm a boy from far away California.

As soon as you got to Billy's car he put you in the passenger seat, he gave you water which you immediately drank until it was finished. You want cocaine or other types of drugs to disappear from you immediately.

You whined in Billy's car, "I haven't achieved anything. And I've tasted cocaine or whatever that is."

Billy chuckled, he tucked your hair behind your ear, "It'll be fine. I don't think you've swallowed too much since the effects only last a few moments. Just if there's something weird, tell me or your shit brother right away, okay?"

You nod, “Thanks for helping me from that creepy Jason and this.”

Billy smiled,

You got up from your passenger seat to lean over so you could give him a quick kiss on his cheek.

As soon as you wanted to return to your original position he held you and pulled you into a soft and slow kiss, which at least made you calmer in that situation. And it really has an effect. You hoped Steve wouldn't find out about this. About cocaine, or unexpected kisses— And your first kiss was Billy fucking Hargrove. Billy thinks that you really are a girl full of surprises.

Author Note : I DON'T KNOW, this is suckss, but I really loooveeee it! ;D

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xoxo-sarah · 1 year ago

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Deserved it

↝a/n: I need a better title for this. Also this has been in my notes app for so long and I've been too scared to post it.

↝pairing:Steve Harrington x fem!Hargrove!reader

�� Warning: Billy, Reader is Billy's twin sister, angst , fighting, blood, arguing, slight smut, making out, not proofread

↝⎙ 9.9.23

"I have a hard time believing that." Oh- your smile. How could you look so much like Billy, yet so different? In a good way, of course. One thing that you didn't physically have that was the same was your smile. Yours was, well, nicer. More friendly. Less intimidating.

"I'm serious! Look- ask Nance." If you didn't know any better, you'd probably say he was practically begging you to believe him.

"I dunno, I just can't picture a guy like you being a ladies man."

"Okay, ouch."

Laughing, you couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of playfully picking on this poor soul.

"I was literally known as King Steve-"

"Bull."

That's how it all started. Playful banter between a kid who peaked in highschool and a new girl who had everyone's eyes on her and her own brother. Apparently, your family moving to Hawkins was a huge favor for everyone. You're welcome. You'd probably tell everybody, given the chance.

•••••

"Stay away from that Harrington boy." Billy puffed at his cigarette, before flicking it absentmindedly onto the dry ground.

"Steve-"

"Oh, first name basis now?" He scoffed, drumming his fingers on the car roof.

"He-"

"-Is trouble. He's looking for some dumb broad to pick up and have a good time."

"Billy, I don't really care what you think. And even if I was into him, that isn't any of your business." He slammed his hands down on the roof of the car, making you jump.

"Y/n," Billy tsked, "you are a lot of things, but a dumb slut isn't one of 'em. Now get in the car." Before you could respond, he sat down in the driver's seat, starting the engine.

Slamming the door, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and turned around.

Billy threw his arms up and huffed as he watched you walk away. Grabbing another cigarette, he lit it, letting you walk a bit ahead before he started driving. If you were going to act like a brat, he was going to treat you like one. He wasn't one to give in to anyone, but you had moments that made his cold heart ache for you, he was always going to be there for you, but only for you. You literally shared a womb together. There's obviously a connection that no amount of sibling back-and-forth could wilt, right?

Hearing an engine roaring, you didn't need to glance back to know who it was. Billy slowed, looking at your side profile, noting your sour expression. "C'mon, Cookie. The weather isn't looking too promising for you to be acting like this." Cookie. The nickname he had made up when he caught you stealing a cookie out of the cookie jar that was on top of the fridge. You were lucky he was the one who caught you. If it had been Neil, you wouldn't have gotten the cookie and a new nickname out of it.

"Fuck off, William."

That, right there, pissed him off to no end.

He sped past you, kicking rocks and dirt behind as he went, swerving in and out of the lane to taunt you.

You scoffed, "Fuckin' dick."

"Watch the floor!" Stopped in your tracks, it took everything in your being to not spin around and smack the shit out of Neil. Here you stood, soaked head to toe, along with your backpack and everything in it, and he was worried about the floor.

"I'll try to keep the water from falling until I get to my room." Giving him a fake smile, you marched to your room, slamming the door.

Almost as soon as the door shut, it opened again and Billy came in. He had to of just came out of the shower, steam rolling off his skin. Walking over to your desk, he picked up your deodorant.

"What do you want now?" You practically barked.

He held his free hand up, "Relax. I ran out." He harshly applied the stick with his other hand.

Yanking the stick from his hand, you scowled. "Buy your own. Get out."

"I don't have any money." He yanked it back, lathering his other armpit."

"Get. A. Job." You now harshly yanked it.

"I have a job, I just haven't gotten paid yet."

"That sucks for you. Get out, now."

"I don't think I will." Billy pulled out your desk chair, running his fingers through his wet curls.

"I will scream at the top of my lungs if you don't get your ass out now."

"Fine, whatever. Don't forget to clean the water up." Looking down, you watched as more water continued to drip from your soaked clothes to the hardwood flooring.

The deodorant went hurling against the door and clanked against the floor as he slammed the door shut behind him.

"Stop slamming the doors!"

The feelings of wanting to claw at your skin was intensifying each time your father opened his mouth.

You were in deep need of a relaxer.

•••••

"Billy would kill me- mmph~" As soon as Steve's lips pulled away, yours were chasing them.

"Shut up."

"M'kay." His hands tightened on your thighs as he felt your hips wiggle and closing against his own. Moaning as your pulled at his hair, he didn't have time to be embarrassed. He wanted you. Needed you. Right now.

You had gotten dried off and practically ran to the Harrington's. At first, it was just to blow off some steam, vent, if you will. But Steve had gotten some weed off of a friend and who were you to say no? A relaxer is a relaxer. Things got a little out of hand and you ended up saying a few things no sober person should ever admit. It didn't take much green for you to end up like you were. You were going to blame the plant either way.

Your other hand slid under his shirt, feeling the skin and hair under it. You groaned against his lips, feeling him unbutton your jeans.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, helping you pull his shirt over his head and throw it somewhere on the floor. His hands went back to your thighs as your lips went down his neck, starting at his jaw and going behind his ear and down. You kissed his body as if you were praising it. Every touch of your soft hands left a fire-hot trail, begging for your lips to follow with a cooling effect.

This is surely heaven, he thought.

Steve made a sound, causing you to quickly pull back just as quickly as you had put your hand in his pants and moved lower down his body. Be slowly shook his head, shifting in the seat. "Mmm, no. I want to touch you." Your unsure expression quickly vanished, replaced with a wicked smirk.

"Yeah? How?"

Steve was so glad he has matured from his King Steve days. Younger him would never take the time to worship a woman's body. But yours, oh God, yours deserved every bit of praise and everyone should worship your perfectly imperfect body. Every stretch mark, every crevice, every indent that society deemed 'ugly'. Hell no. He was set on showing you just how much he adored you and your body.

•••••

Steve chased after you, having trouble keeping up. "I didn't - I didn't mean for this to-"

"Stop following me."

"Cookie, please."

You spun around, a look of fury in your eyes. He stopped dead in his tracks.

"Stop following me." You repeated, "I never want to see you ever again."

"This wasn't supposed to happen- not like this."

"Oh please, stop with this bullshit." Steve had to stop himself from wincing at the choice of words. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. "Imagine how humiliating this is for me."

"It was stupid! Carol and Tommy-they made some stupid bet and I was drunk and I just couldn't say no for some stupid fucking reason. Please,"

It was true, they were all plastered when the bet was made. You had just shown up, a fresh face and already the talk of the town. Every boy in their grade had said something about you and your body. At first, Steve ignored the cruel, disgusting words and acted like your arrival didn't affect him. You two hadn't talked much, but he had heard the way you talked to Billy, someone you had literally known since birth, your sweet voice yet snippy remarks.

Carol had made some jab, and Tommy had found it weird when Steve didnt laugh. Sure, they had grown apart, but it wasn't that long ago when Steve would make those same remarks. The liquid courage had Steve argue with Tommy on how you would totally not date Steve or anyone like him. The next morning, the terrible hangover has Steve promising himself to never drink again. The horrid memories haunted him until he got to school. Tommy had a group of preppy kids huddles around Steves locker. Apparently, Tommy had opened his mouth and spilled out all of what Steve had said. Multiple guys clapped and went to high-five. "King Steve is back!" What was he supposed to do? Almost everyone knew about what he had said, well, not you or Billy. God. Billy would kill me, he thought.

He was surprised no one had told you when you walked though the school doors. Everyone kept quiet, until 3 weeks later. To be honest, Steve had forgotten about it. Or tricked himself into thinking so. At the beginning, you guys getting closer was purely for the bet, but you were so quick witted, so smart, so pretty, so easy to talk to.

Carol didn't keep quiet for long. Just as you and Steve got so close, skin to skin, breath to breath, heart to heart, Carol had gushed about how Steve actually won some bet. Confused, you listened as both Carol and Tommy told you all about it and about what Steve had said. It didn't help that so many people were standing around, watching everything go down. Steve was lucky Billy wasn't there at that moment either.

He tried to reach for your hands, sighing in defeat when you yanked them away. "Please. I can't- we have something good."

"Do we? You embarrassed- humiliated me. You let it happen. No matter what we have done, it never meant as much to you as it did to me."

"It did. It does. Everything we did meant everything to me. Y/n, please."

"She warned me about you, ya know. Everyone did."

"What?"

"Nancy. She warned me about you. You only ever want one thing."

He was at a loss of words, flabbergasted. "What?"

"You got it. So you can leave me alone now."

Steve watched as you walked away, mouth hung open. He didn't know whether to go after you, or marinate in what you had said.

What did Nancy say and why?

Turning a corner in the supermarket, you didn't expect to almost run into something, or someone. "Shit-sorry."

The girl waved you off, fixing her hair. She looked up, watching as you picked up the loaf of bread you had dropped.

"Y/n, right? Billy and Max's sister."

You looked at her curiosity. "Yeah, you?"

"Nance. Nancy."

"Nancy Wheeler?" Her cheeks became red. You had heard of her.

"Steve has told me alot about you."

Oh.

Her face fell a little. "What has he said?"

Alarm showed on your face. He hadn't specifically talked about her, just about how they used to be together and how she could vouch for him being a total took a year or two back.

"Oh, just about how you were together."

Well, this is awkward.

"Yeah." Yeah.

"Ya know, he told me to ask you about his King Steve days." Her own face didn't have the same playful smile yours did. It was unsettling.

"Did he now?"

You looked at her confused, what had you just unleashed?

Apparently it was a lot.

•••••

Steve tried everything to get you to talk to him. He called, never getting an answer, or when someone did pick up, it was either your dad, the clueless mom of Max, or Billy. He brought you flowers that stayed on your porch and rotted. He tried talked to you in school. He never got a response out of you. It was as if you didn't see him.

He deserved it.

One night, he thought it would be a good idea to try one more time when the parents left for date. You were surely home, he didn't know about Max and Billy, but he didn't really care.

He knocked on the door, 1, 2, 3 times.

"Y/, come on, please! I'm sorry!" His head dropped against the door. He was desperate at this point. Even if you opened the door and told him you hated his guts, he would be beyond grateful to just hear your voice on last time. He'd understand you.

Hearing someone making their way to the door, he fixed his posture, waiting.

Right after the door opened, a blow was delivered straight to Steve's left cheek. He staggered back, his back hitting a pole keeping the screening up around the porch.

"You gonna make another bet about my sister, Harrington? You just can't leave her alone, can you?"

Billy's hands continued to pushed at Steve, pushing him further off the porch and into the yard. Insult after insult was thrown at Steve, he could only take it, keeping his mouth shut. He deserved it.

"William!"

Was he hearing things? Had Billy hit him one too many times? Your sweet voice rang through his head, bouncing around, wrapped his throbbing brain in a silk bandage, kissing it better as if it was a simple scratch. "Get off of him! Damn it!" The blows at Steve's side stopped. This time, Billy went staggering back after you had pushed him off of the hunched over boy.

You were too nice.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Billy bellowed. He threw his bloody hands up towards Steve. "You're gonna let him get away with humiliating you?"

"You're gonna kill him!" You made a point to look at the blood dripping from his knuckles and then to Steve's bleeding nose and swelling eye.

"He deserves it!"

"That is not your place!" Billy closed his mouth, looking at you in pure disbelief. You had just yelled at him, truly raised your voice, not one ounce of familiarity behind those eyes that burned in hatred. Your eyes softened, biting your lip before going to apologize. "Billy," before you could continue, he stomped towards the house, bumping into Max, who watched the whole thing.

After looking at the door, contiplating what to do next. You would deal with Billy later. Steve had to be gone by the time your father got back.

"What we had-"

" ‘what we had’? We fucked, Steve. That's it." You sounded tired, exhausted.

Steve stood hunched over, at a loss of words. It wasn't just a simple fuck. There was something there. He felt it, surely you did too. Your bodies fit together too perfect for a simple fling. His hands wouldn't remember every curve of your body for a simple fuck that didn't mean anything what so ever. He refused to take that for an answer. Even if it took a while to show you that you did mean more, he'd do just that.

"Alright."

He turned, walking towards his car.

"Steve," you called out, "you're hurt-"

"I got it."

He didn't waste any time getting in his car and leaving.

If you wanted space, he'd give you space. He'd find a way to make it up to you, even if it took a lot of time and a lot of different ideas and apologies. You both needed time to heal, emotionally and physically.

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venusjaynie · 2 years ago

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lil dad!billy drabble

billy hargrove x pregnant!fem!reader

warnings: mentions of: pregnancy, labour, babies etc. 99.9% fluffy fluff!

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"Honey? I'm home!" Billy grins to himself at his cheesy opener as he walks through the front door. He expects to hear your laugh in response, but he isn't greeted with such a reaction. Confused, he calls your name a few times, and then he calls for the twins, but is again met with silence.

Billy walks through the downstairs of your house, and then he does a quick check upstairs. No sign of you, Amber or Cassidy. However, when he looks through your bedroom window, overlooking the garden, he sees you watching your daughters as they run around the garden.

Billy makes his way downstairs, stopping in the kitchen to grab a can of lemonade for himself, a bottle of water for you and a capri-sun for each of the girls, and then heading outside. He hears the girls before he actually sees them.

"Daddy!" It's Cass that greets him first, as she runs up to him and he has just enough time to set the drinks down on the grass before gathering her in his arms.

"Hey, Cassy girl. You okay?" He presses his lips to her temple and she wraps her little arms around his neck, squeezing tight and burying her head into his shoulder. Billy feels a little tug on his jacket sleeve, and he looks down to see Amber standing at his feet. He bends down so he's eye-level with her, and Cass stands beside him.

"Hi, baby." He says softly.

"Hi daddy." Amber, the shy little thing, raises her arms slightly to indicate that she wants picked up, and Billy, of course, complies. He lifts her so gently as you walk over to greet him.

"Hey, Billy."

"Hi, sweetheart, how was your day?" You pick up Cassy as you walk to Billy, and you plant a soft kiss on his lips when you reach him.

"Good. How was yours?"

"Good, but I missed my girls." You smile up at him, and he kisses you again until he's interrupted by Amber.

"Daddy, I drew you a picture today." Billy lets out an exaggerated gasp, and tells Amber he can't wait to see it and that she should go inside and show him there. Both her and Cassy run into the house to get their drawings from earlier on and Billy turns back to face you. He kneels down so he's eye-level with your belly, and he puts his hand on your small bump.

"Hi, bug." He kisses your stomach, and you think he can probably feel the butterflies fluttery around in there as he does so. "So, any ideas for a name yet?" You laugh.

"Billy, the baby's only 14 weeks, we have plenty of time. Besides, we don't even know if we're having a girl or a boy." He rolls his eyes playfully.

"Alright, alright. I've been brainstorming all day though."

"Oh, really? And what are your ideas so far."

"For a boy, how about Evan?" You tilt your head while you think.

"It's nice, but he doesn't feel like an Evan ." You reply nonchalantly, but quickly realise your mistake. "I mean, he or she." Billy stares at you, and you swear you see his eyes glistening.

"Are you serious? Are we having a boy?" You nod at him with a sheepish smile. He laughs breathlessly and wraps his arms around your waits, making sure to not squeeze too hard on your bump. "Holy shit, I'm having a boy."

"Yeah, baby, we're having a boy." He kisses you, hard, and you can't help but smile. "Hey, c'mon, let's go check out these pictures."

He follows you inside, and you find your girls on the sofa surrounded by colourful pages filled with stickers and glitter.

"Daddy, look! It's me and you and mommy and amber!" Cass runs up to the two of you with a page in hand, and points out all the members of your little family to both you and Billy, and you can't help but notice Billy's fond smile as he listens to her intently. Amber is a little more shy when showing her creations, but Billy listens all the same when she quietly explains her drawings, and he declares that both his babies artwork deserve a spot right in the middle of the fridge.

After pinning them up, the girls run off toward their playroom and Billy walks over to you, a cheeky grin playing at the lips.

"I can't believe we're having a boy."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before."

"Sweetheart, don't apologise. We're havin' a boy, I'm gonna have a fuckin' son."

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this is so short and rushed im sorry 😭

but anyways dad!billy 🫶🫶

#billy hargove x reader #dad!billy #stranger things #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove

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sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns · 7 months ago

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Joe Keery Characters X Reader Idea’s for you!

KURT KUNKLE (SPREE)

Kurt Kunkle X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

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STEVE HARRINGTON (STRANGER THINGS)

Steve Harrington X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Steve Harrington X Demon!Reader

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Steve Harrington X Werewolf!Reader

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Steve Harrington X Mute!Reader

Steve Harrington X Enchantress!Reader

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Steve Harrington X Sapphire witch!Reader (Scarlet witch powers but dark blue)

Steve Harrington X Maleficent!Reader

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KEYS MCKEY (FREE GUY)

Keys Mckey X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

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GATOR TILLMAN (FARGO)

Gator Tillman X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Gator Tillman X Werewolf!Reader

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Gator Tillman X psychopath!Reader

Gator Tillman X Cammander!Reader

Gator Tillman X Harley Quinn!Reader

Gator Tillman X Daughter!Reader

Gator Tillman X Mother!Reader

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ijustwanttoreadfanfiction · 2 years ago

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Sunshine.

Billy Hargrove x AFAB Reader

Taking a break from our regular schedule of Eddie Munson, to bring you soft smutty Billy Hargrove. Yeah, I know he's problematic as fuck, I have no excuse. Written whilst listening to Haim's exceptional album Women In Music Pt III, but primarily inspired by the track Gasoline (feat. Taylor Swift)

Warnings: 18+ only, MDI. Oral sex (F receiving), vaginal sex, swearing, mentions of domestic abuse.

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Billy.

6 months ago the name held little significance to you, now it consumes your days.

It was a truth universally acknowledged that Billy Hargrove was an asshole, from the moment he arrived in Hawkin’s he was an asshole, he was an asshole before that too. Everyone would tell you he was an asshole, Max, Nancy, Dustin, Steve, Mike, Chief Hopper, the school guidance counsellor. You had witnessed it yourself, although never directed towards you; volatile temper, disrespectful, slightly psychopathic tendencies.

But then there was your Billy.

Who would kiss you on the forehead when he thought you were asleep, who always held the passenger door of his car open for you, who would guide you through the high school corridors with his hand on the small of your back; a constant reassuring pressure.

The Billy, who turned up outside your bedroom window at 2am in the pouring rain, blackened eye and split lip courtesy of his father, apologising because he didn’t know where else to go, he didn’t have anywhere else to go. You had cleaned him up, silenced his apologies with soothing kisses and hushed whispers of comfort, telling him that it would be ok, that he was enough, that he wasn’t an asshole. Tangled up together on your twin bed, he was simply content to hold you, fingers tracing your features, running through your hair, eyes burning with unspoken affection; Billy wasn’t good with words.

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It’s your birthday, and you’re exactly where you want to be, sequestered away at Lover’s Lake with Billy, spread out on a soft blanket, air balmy with the scent of Summer, heat washing over your skin. You play with the delicate gold chain adorning your neck, stopping when you get to the sun charm that sits in the divot of your collarbone.

“You sure you like it?” Billy asks, propping himself up on his elbow, his hand tracing the same path you’ve just taken.

“I love it.” You insist for the fifth time that day, your fingers comb through his curls, bringing him down to your lips.

The kiss is soft, slow, and teasing. His hand moving down the valley of your breasts, lightly brushing the underside, caressing over your naval, until he reaches your hip holding you firmly. You sigh blissfully into his mouth, feeling his lips quirk up in a small smile, kissing you more ardently, hand moving to your outer thigh now where your pretty summer dress has ridden up.

“Billy.” You whisper to the sky, as he maps out a path on your neck, gently sucking and nipping at your pulse point.

“What is it Sunshine?” He asks softly, his nickname for you filling your chest with familiar warmth, you don’t answer because he knows what you want, what you need. You take deep calming breaths as he descends lower and lower, the hem of your dress being moved up to your stomach, soft material on softer skin. He lavishes attention to the newly exposed stretch of skin, making you shift slightly beneath him, a fleeting squirm that tells him he’s doing a good job.

He hums faintly in pleasure as he reaches your white panties, a tiny patch of dampness marking the centre, he kisses over the material, your small gasp like music to his ears.

Hooking his fingers into the waistband he draws them down your legs, smoothly, taking his time placing more kisses to your inner thighs, your knees.

You whine quietly, reaching for him, intertwining his fingers with yours squeezing reassuringly, mouth finally making contact with your sweet cunt, nuzzling at your clit, tongue exploring the wetness gathered. You shudder, sparks of pleasure coursing through you like an electric current.

“Such a pretty pussy, angel.” He coos, two fingers slipping in with ease, moving at a maddeningly slow pace, barely thrusting, more like seeking strokes, looking for - there. He knows he’s found the right spot, a shaky “fuck” falling from your kiss bitten lips, he loves it when you swear, the sound going straight to his already hard cock. Crooking his fingers, he groans lightly as your walls spasm just slightly, not quite all the way there, not yet, but enough to make your cream slip from your swollen slit, his tongue lapping it up like it’s the sweetest honey and it is.

He focuses the tip of his tongue back to your bud, circling tenderly, fingers moving with a little more pace within you. You bring your entwined hand up to your right breast, holding his palm against you showing him how you want to be held, delicately thumbing at your peaked nipple. He can feel your velvet walls getting tighter, your breath hitching, stomach jumping as the sensation rises. He watches your face intensely as the wave crashes down, back arching, hips bucking, head pressing back into the blanket, neck stretched in a wordless cry. He continues to work you through the trembling ripples, tongue swirling desperately, determined to draw you out to the very edge of your limit. You let go of his hand to glide your hands through his hair, the gentlest of tugs letting him know you were getting oversensitive, he places a final kiss to your glistening centre and you’re pulling him to you in earnest now.

Lips melding together, a shared moan as you taste yourself on his tongue, he shifts atop you unzipping his fly as you push his boxers down, hard length meeting your belly. You take him into your soft hand, pumping smoothly, swallowing his gasps. He lines up with your centre, body covering you, sheltering you as he eases in coaxing a whimper from you.

“I’ve got you angel.” He mutters, placing kiss after kiss to your cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw, anywhere he can reach.

As with his fingers he moves slowly once more, rocking deep within you, time ticking by like molasses, the sun beats down trapping you both in an impossible heat. He takes your hands once again, raising them behind your head, fingers lacing together, pinning you down in pleasure. A keening whine when he bites at the flesh of your throat, tongue quickly soothing the hurt.

“Billy.” You whisper again, pleading, almost like a prayer.

“I know, I know.” He chants back, the answer to your prayers.

He pushes his pelvis down and the friction is just enough to send you free falling, the gripping heat pulling him with you, he gathers you into his arms, more tender kisses to your forehead, still moving, hips pumping through the last burning strokes, your combined spend dripping to the blanket below.

“Happy Birthday sunshine.” He says, kissing you deeply, you giggle against his mouth, euphoric with release and he feels like his heart might burst.

Billy wasn’t good with words, but he didn't have to be.

#billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x AFAB Reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove drabble #stranger things #billy stranger things

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carminecandles · 4 months ago

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♫⋆｡ I hate myself for loving you ₊ ♪˚

sub!steve harrington x punk!fem!reader, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, only one bed, both characters are switches

Prologue

You and Steve had always hated each other. It started since the day you moved to Hawkins, in ripped tights and leather, sticking out like a sore thumb in the conservative small town. His popular crew made sure to remind you of this, solidifying your status as an outcast. Yet you always barked back at their comments with insults of your own. Needless to say, you started off with more enemies than friends. For a while you only hung out with your dumb*ss (affectionate) cousin, Eddie Munson, who lived with you at the trailer park, and his friends.

As time went on, you befriended Jonathan Byers with your shared love of The Clash, and defended him with a stunt that involved Harrington’s locker and landed you in detention. In turn, him and his friends spread rumors about your supposedly wild pre-Hawkins life, to which you just had to get revenge again.

This back and forth with the *sshole popular kids may have ended, but your frequent encounters with Harrington remained as you both found yourselves in the center of the whole inter-dimensional monsters mess. You both took on the roles of protecting the kids, and as the babysitters who can’t stand each other but still stand on the same ground when keeping them in line, the kids teasingly call you ‘mom and dad,’ to your annoyance. You two somehow bonded over shared hatred of Billy Hargrove and a tendency toward reckless heroism, yet it wasn’t enough to put your past and differences aside completely.

You’ve made it your job to knock Steve down a couple pegs, but both of your cocky attitudes, despite being so similar, clash horribly.. or so you think.

Although your friend circles now overlap and are forced to see each other on a nearly daily basis, the rest are not too thrilled by your constant bickering. On a recent trip with The Party, the kids were fed up with your nonstop fighting and forced you to take the last motel room together. Despite protests on both sides, to your dismay you find yourselves stuck in a cramped twin bed made for one person.

Masterlist

Chapter 1: sharing the bed...?

Chapter 2: like the sun and moon

Chapter 3: yours tonight

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #i hate myself for loving you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #sub!steve harrington #steve x dom!reader #steve harrington enemies to lovers #only one bed #switch steve harrington #steve harrington

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thealtoduck · 11 months ago

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Minor update on what fics i’m working on…

Writing on:

Garfield Logan x Male Reader (Continuation of Working in Madame Xanadu’s parlor and meeting Garfield Logan…)

Dick Grayson x Male Reader (Greek Mythology AU) (Prequel to Sweet Juice)

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader (Farm AU)

Theon Greyjoy x Male Reader

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Making Ideas for:

Tim Drake x Riddler Sidekick!Male Reader

PJO x Male Reader

Zan (Wonder Twins) x Male Reader

#garfield logan x male reader #gar logan x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #billy hargrove x male reader #theon greyjoy x male reader #tim drake x male reader #dc comics x male reader #pjo x male reader #percy jackson x male reader #dc x male reader

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drops-of-june · 5 months ago

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CHAPTER V: Breaking The Law

• I don’t own the characters, this fanfic is based on the TV-Show Stranger Things (second season) from a Hargrove!Reader POV.

• Quick reminder to readers, I'm not a english native speaker, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. Hope you understand.

• You are not allowed to translate/repost inside or outside tumblr this fanfic.

Summary: Y/n ends up helping some kids with the search for an escaped pet and gets a new job.

Word Count: 2.7K

CHAPTER V: Breaking The Law

Y/n woke up to the sound of the alarm clock. The anxiety she had felt on her first day of school at Hawkins had been alleviated by her new friends - Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Grant. Their jokes, conversations, and invitation to join their activities had given her a sense of belonging. Y/n got out of bed feeling a mixture of tiredness and excitement. The night before had been intense with band rehearsal and festivities, but now she had to focus again on school.

She had been writing a letter to Sam, Molly and Adam telling them about her first experiences at Hawkins, and although she hadn't intended to write too much, she was almost two pages in. She had been writing a little at a time, ever since she left California, but she wrote most of it last night before bed. She told them mostly about Corroded Coffin, and about the D&D campaign and Lyria's new adventure. About how well they would love Eddie and the rest of the band. Jokingly promising not to replace them so quickly. Finally, she expressed to them how much she missed them and how she wished she could spend some time with them, and also wished them well in California.

When she finished, she sealed the envelope and put it in her backpack so she could mail it later.

After a quick shower, y/n changed into her favorite Crimson Chaos t-shirt and comfy jeans, along with worn converse that had been all written with pens.

Arriving at Hawkins High, y/n headed to her first class, shared with Jeff. Jeff's banter and company made her morning more bearable. In the next class, French, y/n found herself paired for an in-class assignment with a girl a few grades younger named Robin. The girl, despite being somewhat restless and hyperactive, was good at languages and they were the first to hand in their homework.

At the end of class, y/n went to the parking lot accompanied by her new friends and they stayed with her until they each had to go home. Y/n stayed behind waiting for her sister, Max, as usual. However, Max did not show up. Worried, she decided to go look for her at the elementary school.

She entered the school and started walking through the halls, until she found her trying to force open the door to the video room. Her backpack was on the floor, next to her skateboard, and she had a small wire in her hand wedged in the lock. ‘Maxine Mayfield, what are you doing?’ asked y/n, accusingly, her eyes wide with surprise. At the same instant she spoke, the girl had managed to open the door, and at the sound of her voice, she turned to her in surprise.

Before she could scold her, something came out of the room. It was some kind of fat mouse, only its skin looked more like that of a toad. Disgusted, she instinctively lifted her foot, and the animal moved on, heading down another hallway.

Behind the creature, four children came out of the video room trying to catch it, two of them colliding with Max, all three falling to the floor.

'What was that?' asked Max to one of the children.

'Dart! You let him escape!' Said a slim, lanky boy with black hair.

'What is a Dart?' Y/n asked, not receiving an answer.

'Why did you attack him?' Said a curly-haired boy wearing a trucker's cap. 'Don't hurt him!' he demanded, as the rest of the children began to search for the creature. Max followed them, and without knowing why, y/n did too.

She began to search the hallways and corridors, and some classrooms, but there was no sign of the animal. After a few minutes, she found one of the kids, he was dark skinned and had an athletic build. If she was going by what Max had told her, it was probably Lucas. They had received a message from other of the kids on the radio that Dart was in the bathroom, so they all gathered there. Dustin had been the first to arrive, but found nothing.

Y/n squinted at him. Like a good liar, she could smell lies a mile away. The boy adjusted his cap restlessly. She followed the movements with her gaze and he seemed to notice.

'Maybe Will has it.' He commented, trying to avoid y/n's gaze. Before she could ask anything, Mike stared at him and asked in alarm.

'Where's Will?'

They parted down the halls of the school again, but this time to find the boy. Max quickly explained that last year he had gotten lost in the woods, and then y/n understood the urgency in Mike's voice.

After a few minutes, she went out into the playground and began to look around. In the distance, she saw a boy standing on the training field, as she got closer, she recognized it was the little boy they were looking for. He had a bowl-cut brown hair, pale and gaunt, but somehow delicate.

'Will? Your friends are looking for you, they thought you... Will? Are you okay?' she asked, finishing her approach to him. His eyes were closed, but he didn't seem to be listening to her. Mike ran over and started calling out to him as well, getting no response. 'I'll go get help, stay with him' she asked him, Mike nodded. Y/n ran back to the school and met Lucas on the way.

'He's in the courtyard. He seems to be having a... seizure or something' She commented, not knowing how to explain it. Just then, a woman with tousled brown hair and an earnest concerned expression, came through the school door asking for the boy. It must have been his mom. Max and Dustin appeared running from other hallways. Y/n led them to where Will and Mike were, and his mother tried to wake him up, still repeating his name.

Y/n put an arm around Max's shoulders in concern, just watching the scene, unable to do anything. Just as she was about to go for help, the boy opened his eyes. Even though everything seemed normal, both his mother and his three friends still looked worried. As if something else was going on, but neither y/n nor Max received any explanation.

After Will's mother took the boy away, y/n looked at Max and told her they should go home. Max nodded silently, and the two began walking toward the parking lot. During the drive, Max didn't say a word, which worried her sister.

They got into the car and began the drive back. Y/n noticed that Max was still silent, staring out the window with a sullen expression. Finally, she decided to break the silence.

'Are you going to explain to me why you were trying to pick that lock? What's wrong with you, Max?' y/n asked, shooting a quick glance at the girl. Max sighed, crossing her arms.

'It's Mike...' She started to say, hesitantly. 'I resent him pulling me aside when the four of them are together. Like he doesn't want me to be with them.' Y/n frowned, trying to understand.

'You mean him, Dustin, Lucas and Will?' Max nodded. Y/n took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to reassure Max.

'Look, Max, he probably did it because they've been friends for a long time. Sometimes it's hard for people to accept someone new, especially when they have such a tight-knit group.'

Max kept looking out the window, but the eldest could see that she was thinking about what she had said.

'Mike mentioned that there was a girl before in their group.' Y/n nodded, getting a better understanding of the situation.

'That makes sense, in a way… Maybe they're still dealing with the loss of that friend and they're having a hard time accepting someone new in her place. Don't take it personally, Max. Give yourself time and give them time too. You'll have your moment to prove to them that you're worth being their friend.' Max was silent for a few more moments, processing her older sister's words. Finally, she nodded slightly.

'I guess you're right. I just... I just wish they didn't see me as an intruder.' Y/n smiled, trying to cheer her up.

'You're amazing, Max. Don't worry, you'll see that little by little they'll get to know and appreciate you. Just be yourself and everything will be fine.' She advised her. Max smiled slightly, feeling a little better thanks to her sister's words.

Arriving home, y/n felt the need to freshen up after such a hectic day. She headed straight to her room, grabbed her clean clothes and jumped into the shower. The hot water helped her relax and clear her mind. After a few minutes, she changed her clothes and left her room, ready for a new mission. She went downstairs and found her father, Neal, sitting in the living room watching TV.

'Dad, can I talk to you for a moment?' she asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. Neal looked at his daughter and nodded.

'Sure, y/n. What's up?' y/n took a breath and jumped in.

'You see... A classmate of mine at school told me they're taking people to work at the local movie theater. I'd like to go and apply for a job. It would be great to have a little extra money, like I did at the movie theater in San Diego... If you don't mind, of course.'

Neal frowned, considering the proposal. For him, it meant he'd have to spend less money on y/n's whims, and besides, he'd know where she was after school, which gave him some peace of mind. Y/n knew it was rather controlling, but she didn't mind.

'Well, as long as you keep your grades up in school, I don't see why not,' Neal said finally. 'Go ahead and apply. But remember, your studies are the most important thing. Oh, and you'll still have to bring Max home from school,' he reminded her. The blonde smiled, feeling relieved.

'Yes, of course. I promise. Thanks.' Neal nodded and turned his attention back to the television, as y/n prepared to leave. 'I'll be back later.' She said by way of greeting, ruffling Max's hair as she walked past her and punched Billy's arm who looked at her with a smirk.

Working after school wasn't a financial necessity for y/n. In California she had done it as just another excuse to be away from home longer. As it happened, Neal thought it was a good idea for her to work, so that she would have more busy time to hang around with her friends. So that way, he was killing two birds with one stone.

After parking in front of the movie theater, she looked in the reflection of the mirror to check her appearance. She was dressed more soberly than usual, but it still represented her. Light jeans, her combat boots, and a plain red T-shirt with white details on the short sleeves and collar, paired with her old leather jacket.

As she walked through the doors, the aroma of freshly popped popcorn was the first thing that hit her, enveloping her in a warm welcome. It was a buttery, salty, slightly sweet smell that always managed to make her smile. In the candy area, the smell of melted chocolate and gumdrops made her think of afternoons in California, where she had worked before.

Her eyes roamed the lobby until they stopped on a boy behind the concessions counter, clearly frustrated with a soda machine. His messy blond hair fell over his forehead as he bent over, trying to solve the problem. The girl smiled, remembering her own days in California when she worked in a similar movie theater.

"Damn it, why aren't you working?" the boy exclaimed, pounding on the machine in frustration.

She approached with a calm smile. "Do you need help?" She asked, leaning slightly over the counter. The boy, wearing a name badge that read "Kyle," looked up, his expression one of relief mixed with surprise.

"As a matter of fact, yes," Kyle replied, stepping aside to give him room. "The machine got stuck and I can't get it to work properly."

After asking his permission to go around the other side of the counter, she examined the machine quickly and noticed that the syrup dispenser was clogged.

‘Sometimes the syrup dispenser gets clogged,’ She explained, inspecting the device. ‘I worked in a movie theater in California, so I've dealt with this before.’ She took off her jacket and laid it on the counter and, with skill and speed, disassembled the top of the machine. She found the blockage, a buildup of dried syrup that was preventing proper flow. Patiently, she cleared the blockage, making sure not to damage any of the delicate parts. Then she reassembled the machine and tested it. The soda came out perfectly.

‘Wow, you've got to teach me how to do that!’ the boy said, visibly relieved. ‘Thanks. Hey, as a thank you, how about a free ticket for today? My treat.’ Y/n smiled and shook her head.

"Actually, I'm here looking for a job, do you think you could help me with that?’

The boy, both surprised and relieved, nodded quickly. ‘Definitely! The girl who was in charge before, Keri, left and I can't handle everything like she did. If you want to start right now, it would be a big help.’ The blonde eagerly agreed.

‘Sure, why not?’ Relieved, Kyle showed her the basics of the job. ‘Well, it's not much different than what we had in San Diego,’ she commented, glancing around at the layout of the concessions area and the lobby. Kyle nodded.

‘You're probably not going to serve the same amount of people as you would in the big city, but it's still pretty busy, especially on the weekends. Hawkins doesn't have a lot of entertainment options, so the movie theater is pretty popular.’ Y/n looked around the place as Kyle explained the daily chores. ‘Here's the popcorn. Make sure you keep the machines full and the butter replenished. We also have candy on that shelf over there and cold snacks in the cooler over there.’ He showed her how to operate the cash register, although y/n was already familiar with the system. ‘And here are the cups for the refreshments. If the machine ever breaks down again, you'll know how to fix it, which is great because, honestly, I suck at it.’

Y/n laughed lightly, and with a precise and respectful gesture, she brought her index finger to her forehead in a salute that conveyed a clear 'at your service'. Kyle smiled back.

‘Well... There's not much more to it than that. With your experience, I think you'll adapt quickly. And if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask me.’ Finally, he offered her an apron that identified them as employees.

Y/n felt excited as she prepared for her first shift at the Hawkins movie theater. Dressed in the black apron over her clothes, she headed toward the concessions area where Kyle was waiting for her.

‘Ready for your first day?’ asked Kyle with a smile. Y/n nodded.

‘Definitely.’

The shift progressed smoothly. Y/n quickly got used to the pace of the Hawkins movie theater. Although it was less crowded than her old job in San Diego, there was a steady stream of customers, especially families and teenagers who came to see the latest movies. As the hours passed, she began to feel more relaxed and comfortable in her new surroundings. She served customers with a smile, enjoying the small interactions and conversations. When the shift ended, y/n and Kyle took over closing duties, cleaning up the concessions area and making sure everything was in order for the next day.

‘Good job today,’ Kyle said as they closed the theater. ‘And thanks again for saving me today.’

‘You’re welcome, thank you too," y/n replied, feeling satisfied with how everything had gone. After arranging their schedules for the week, where they decided that she would work Mondays through Fridays after school, until twenty-one. Since she was still a minor, and could not have any more workload, she would have weekends off.

Arriving home, y/n found that Max had left her some P&B sandwiches on the table with a note. With a smile, she took the plate and went to her room. She lay down on her bed, and ate the sandwiches while she did her homework. When she felt that her eyes could no longer stay open, she put things aside and covered herself with the blanket, falling asleep almost instantly.

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dee-writes-angst · 2 years ago

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MY ENDLESS LOVE

FEATURING boyfriend!Steve Harrington x f!Mayfeild/Hargrove reader

CONTENT WARNING near death experience, sad stuff, angst, mentions of PTSD, crying steve

SUMMARY Vecna's curse enlightens you to the endless love you have for your boyfriend

AUTHORS NOTE this is shit. Like actual shit, but its kinda cute?

“Oh god!” I could hear Dustin's voice, distant but frantic, as he panted and screamed my name. His hands gripped my shoulders, shaking me desperately, trying to pull me back from the brink. But it was too late. Time had slipped through our fingers like sand. The enemy was going to win, and I was going to die.

I didn't want to die. Not now, not like this. I wanted to live—to see the future I had always imagined with him. I wanted to wake up every morning to his smile, to build a life together. I dreamed of us having a house filled with the laughter of our children, chaotic and joyful. I envisioned family vacations in a van bursting at the seams, every inch of space filled with love and noise. I saw myself in the throes of motherly frustration, tearing my hair out over spilled milk and sibling squabbles, but loving every moment of it.

More than anything, I wanted more time. More time to share lazy Sunday mornings wrapped in his arms. More time to explore the world together, discovering new places and creating memories. More time to argue over trivial things, only to make up and fall in love all over again. I wanted more time to love him, fully and completely. And I wanted more time for him to love me, to see us grow old together, weathering life's storms hand in hand.

But those weren't the cards I was dealt. Fate had other plans, and now, lying here with the weight of impending doom pressing down on me, I realized I needed to take you back to where it all began. You need to understand the journey that brought me to this moment. The choices, the sacrifices, the battles fought and lost. Let me take you back to the start, so you can truly grasp how I ended up here, on the edge of losing everything I held dear.

MARCH 17, 1986

“Babe!” I call from the kitchen, the pounding in my head so intense I can barely think. There's a rush of thumping footsteps from the floor above, and then, suddenly, my gorgeous boyfriend is standing in the doorway.

“Yeah?” Steve asks softly as he steps into the kitchen, walking toward me until he’s close enough to wrap me in his calming embrace.

“Do you have any Tylenol?” I sigh, allowing myself to melt into his embrace. His touch eases some of the tension in my throbbing skull, but the ache remains intense, bringing tears to my eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll get it. Are you okay?” Steve sounds worried as he runs his fingers gently through my hair.

“Just a headache, no big deal.” I smile and pull away from his arms. Steve's face scrunches in uncertainty, confused by my sudden distance. I quickly grab the two small pills from his outstretched hand and toss them back, dry-swallowing them. “I’ve got work in ten, so I’m outta here. I’ll see you later tonight.” I lie, pressing a quick peck on his lips before leaving the house.

As I start the car, I let out a long sigh. I hate lying to Steve, but ever since Billy, I can't help but blame myself. If I hadn’t been such a coward, my twin brother would still be here. Instead of rushing to his aid, I grabbed Max and watched as that thing took him away from us. The guilt gnaws at me, an ever-present shadow.

I drive through Hawkins, the small town seemingly unchanged despite the chaos that has unraveled my life. The familiar streets and quaint houses pass by in a blur as memories flood my mind—Billy and I racing our bikes, sneaking out late at night, sharing secrets and dreams. Now, all those memories are tainted by the haunting image of his final moments.

Pulling up to my trailer, I stagger into the tiny home, only to be jolted from my reverie by the blaring ringtone of the landline. I groan, rubbing my temples in a futile attempt to soothe the ache, and answer the phone.

“Hello ma’am, this is the Hawkins High School counselor calling.” A woman's voice informs me, and I inwardly sigh. Max.

“Hi,” I respond flatly, my head throbbing as I yearn to get to the woods and meet my dealer.

“Is this Ms. Mayfield-Hargrove? I have you listed as Max Mayfield’s primary caregiver.” Ah, yes. After Billy's death, my birth father (Max’s stepdad) left Hawkins, leaving Max’s mom to care for her. When Susan spiraled into alcoholism, unable to cope with her stepson's death, I took Max in, went to court, and gained custody. She moved in with me and Steve. Max completely shut down after Billy's death, and communication with her became impossible until the school called, asking for permission to check in on her weekly after her "tragic loss." Allowing them to talk to her seemed like the best way to keep an eye on her without invading her space. So, I agreed. Now, I get monthly check-ins from the school, providing a small measure of comfort despite her distance from me. At least she’s communicating with someone.

“Yes, this is she. Who are you?” I ask, noting that this woman doesn’t sound like the usual bored office ladies.

“Oh! My name is Ms. Kelly. I've been counseling Max.” Oh god, the counselor herself is reaching out to me. This can't be good.

“What’s up? Is Max okay?”

“Well, that’s the issue. When I called her into my office yesterday, I managed to drag some information out of her. Apparently, she has been experiencing headaches and nosebleeds. I think her trauma is starting to physically affect her, which is quite worrisome.” Funny, I’ve been experiencing the same symptoms. I wonder if Max has been having nightmares too.

“Alright, what can I do to help?” I ask, though I wonder if there’s anything I can truly do. Maybe she’s blaming herself for Billy’s death like I am. But it wasn’t her fault—there was no way she could have freed herself from the iron grip I had on her. As Ms. Kelly drones on with suggestions, my mind begins to wander into a dark place where Billy’s voice whispers in my ear.

“What’s wrong? Feeling guilty for having a part in my murder? Well,” Billy tsks, his voice as sharp and cold as I remember it. “We can’t have that now, can we? Own it. You didn’t try to save me. Not even after I called for you. No, you just sat there and held our stepsister. You are a sick, sick woman, sis.” He spits his nickname for me, sending chills cascading down my spine.

“No!” I scream, suddenly finding myself in the woods instead of the kitchen. How the hell did I get here? I take a seat on the picnic table where I usually wait for Eddie to show up, holding my head in my hands.

The familiar sounds of the forest surround me, birds chirping and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. The cool air helps to clear my head a bit, but the sense of unease remains. Eddie is late, which isn’t unusual, but today it grates on my nerves more than usual. I need my fix to numb the pain and drown out Billy's voice.

As I sit there, waiting, my thoughts drift back to Max. She’s been through so much, and I feel like I’ve failed her too. After Billy's death, she shut down completely, her once vibrant spirit now cloaked in a heavy shroud of grief. I try to be there for her, but she’s closed off, retreating into herself. The school counselor's calls are my only lifeline to understanding what she’s going through.

The sun begins to set, casting long shadows through the trees. I pull my jacket tighter around myself, shivering more from the memories than the cold. I remember the last time I saw Billy alive, the terror in his eyes, and the helplessness I felt. It’s a memory that haunts me day and night, a constant reminder of my failure.

Finally, I hear the sound of a motorcycle approaching. Eddie pulls up, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by a concerned frown when he sees me.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks, dismounting and walking over to me.

“Yeah, just a rough day,” I reply, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

Eddie hands me a small bag, and I quickly tuck it into my pocket. “If you ever need to talk, you know where to find me,” he says, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

“Thanks, Eddie. I appreciate it.” I manage a small smile, though it doesn’t reach my eyes.

As he rides away, I sit there for a while longer, trying to gather the strength to face the rest of the day. I think about Steve and how worried he must be, how much I hate lying to him. I think about Max and how desperately I want to help her, even if I don’t know how.

Eventually, I stand up, brushing the dirt off my jeans. I start walking back to my car, each step feeling heavier than the last. The night is falling, and the woods are growing darker, but the real darkness is inside me, a gnawing emptiness that I can’t seem to fill.

As I drive back home, the radio plays softly in the background, but I barely hear it. My mind is consumed with thoughts of Billy, Max, and Steve. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to move past this guilt, if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself.

When I finally pull into the driveway, I sit in the car for a few moments, taking deep breaths to steady myself. I need to put on a brave face for Steve, to pretend that everything is okay even when it’s not. I walk into the house, greeted by the warm light and the comforting smell of dinner cooking.

Steve looks up from the stove, his expression lighting up when he sees me. “Hey, you’re back! How was work?”

“It was fine,” I lie, forcing a smile. “What’s for dinner?”

MARCH 21, 1986

The revelation hit me like a brick last night: Eddie Munson, my oddball dealer with a heart of gold, tangled up in murder rumors. It seems absurd, the kind of gossip that churns through Hawkins with the regularity of a bad sitcom rerun. But there it was, whispered in hushed tones at the edge of the night, coloring every interaction with a shade of doubt.

Now, as I navigate through my day, there's a tight coil of anxiety buried deep in my chest. Not just about Eddie—whose eccentric charm and relentless heavy metal advocacy hardly paint the picture of a killer—but about my secret dealings with him. I'm wrapped up in this now, whether I like it or not.

Inside the car, the atmosphere is a mixture of teenage angst and my own growing irritation. Dustin, ever the energetic spirit, manages to kick the back of my seat one too many times, snapping the thin thread of my patience.

“Henderson! I swear to God if you kick my seat one more time I’m throwing you on the side of the road and you can walk to Family Video!” The words fly out sharper than intended, mirroring the pounding in my skull.

“Sorry! Geez, someone has a stick up their butt today,” he mutters, a touch defensively, earning a light smack on the back of his head. I’m not usually this snappy, but with Eddie missing and my stash dwindling, my usual buffers against stress are paper-thin.

We arrive at Family Video, and I park the car with a bit more force than necessary. Dustin’s voice breaks through my fog of discomfort.

“Hey, are you alright?” He's looking at me with those wide, innocent eyes full of concern. It’s enough to soften the edges of my mood, at least momentarily.

“Of course, dork. Let’s go see your boyfriend,” I tease, masking my turmoil with a forced chuckle as we head into the store.

“He’s not mine, that is all your business over there,” Dustin shoots back with a grin, lightening the mood as we walk through the door.

Steve, behind the counter and as oblivious as ever to the undercurrents of tension, greets us with a smile. Our banter flies over his head, leaving him puzzled but amused. "Huh?"

“Oh no! I don’t claim him, that is all you Henderson,” I laugh, trying to immerse myself in the normalcy of our jests. But then, the familiar warmth trickles down my nostril, pulling me back to a harsher reality.

“Babe, your nose is bleeding!” Steve’s concern is immediate as he rushes over, his hands reaching out to steady me.

I wave him off, more embarrassed than reassured, and head to the bathroom. Inside, I press a wad of tissue against my nose, staring at my reflection with a mix of frustration and fear. The stress of keeping my dealings with Eddie a secret, compounded by the physical symptoms that seem to mirror Max’s own troubling signs, is becoming too much.

The cool, flickering fluorescent light in the bathroom casts stark shadows across my face, deepening the hollows under my eyes and highlighting the fatigue that no amount of makeup can cover. As the bleeding slowly stops, I lean against the sink, taking deep, steadying breaths.

I can’t tell Steve about Eddie—not just because of the drugs, but because dragging him into this mess could put him at risk too. Hawkins, for all its sleepy town charm, has a darkness that clings stubbornly to the edges of everyday life, and I can't shake the feeling that this is all spiraling towards something bad.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I plaster on a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. Steve is there, his expression a mix of concern and love, ready to envelop me in his arms.

“Let’s get what we came for and head home,” I suggest, trying to sound more upbeat than I feel.

As we browse the aisles, Dustin chattering away about the latest horror flick he wants to rent, I can't help but feel the weight of all the secrets I'm carrying. Every laugh, every light moment feels overshadowed by the nagging thought of Eddie, the rumors, and the very real problems lurking just beneath the surface of our little town.

The day drags on, each moment tinged with the dull ache of my headache and the sharper sting of guilt. As much as I want to confide in Steve, to share the burden, I know I have to keep these shadows to myself, at least for now.

MARCH 23, 1986

The air in the small office room felt heavy with anticipation as Max beckoned me inside. I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach, but I followed her lead, my senses on high alert.

“What's up? Did you find something?” My voice was strained with worry as I approached her, scanning the room for any signs of danger.

“Look.” Max's tone was grave as she motioned toward the files spread out on the desk before her. Each one told a chilling story: Chrissy Cunningham, Fred Benson, and Maxine Mayfield—three students with eerily similar symptoms: post-traumatic stress, headaches, nosebleeds, nightmares. A shiver ran down my spine as the pieces began to fall into place.

“Chrissy and Fred were both killed by Vecna. I think these are the warning signs that he is targeting them,” Max explained, her voice low with concern.

“Max,” I said, my voice trembling despite my efforts to remain composed, “I want you to bring Dustin in here. Do not let Steve come with you. I mean it.” The urgency in my tone was palpable, fueled by the fear of what might happen if Steve were to find out.

Max hesitated, sensing the gravity of the situation, but she nodded and left the room. Moments later, she returned with Dustin in tow, a look of urgency etched on her face.

“Okay, we don’t have long because Steve is kinda freaking out,” she said, pulling Dustin into the room with her.

“I am going to tell you two something, and you aren’t going to breathe a word of it to Steve. Do you understand?” I met their eyes, my own filled with a mixture of fear and determination.

Two solemn nods were all the confirmation I needed before I confessed, “I have Vecna’s curse.”

The room fell silent, the weight of my revelation hanging in the air like a thick fog.

“You have what?!” Steve's voice echoed from the entryway, shock and disbelief evident in his tone.

“Oh shit,” Max whispered, her complexion draining of color.

“I’m sorry, but he wouldn’t let me go without following behind,” Dustin winced, bracing himself for my reaction.

“I can’t fucking believe you right now!” I exclaimed, my frustration and fear bubbling to the surface as I turned my glare from Dustin to Steve. “There is a reason I didn’t want you to know, Steve! You can’t just bully a child into letting you eavesdrop! Where is your trust in me? In our relationship?!”

“That is not what this is about and you fucking know that! You were just going to let yourself be killed and not say anything?” Steve's voice cracked with emotion, his eyes glistening not with anger but with hurt.

“I didn’t want our last days spent under this dark cloud,” I sighed, the fight draining from me.

“Well, you aren’t going to die. Neither of you are because we are going to figure out a way to save you,” Steve declared, his voice filled with fierce determination.

“Steve,” I managed through my tears, the reality of my situation washing over me in waves, “you can’t fix this.”

“Yes! Yes, I can,” he insisted, stepping close to wipe away my tears with the gentlest touch, his voice firm yet breaking. “You can’t die. I won’t let you.”

In that moment, surrounded by the stark walls of the school office and bathed in the harsh fluorescent light, the intensity of our predicament settled in. His promise, so full of resolve, felt both comforting and heartbreakingly futile.

MARCH 24, 1986

"What are they doing?" Dustin's voice cuts through the tense atmosphere, his gaze bouncing between Max and me, then back to Steve and Lucas. Their eyes are fixed on us with a mix of concern and anticipation, as if they're waiting for something monumental to happen.

Max finishes sealing the last envelope, her hands trembling slightly, a testament to the gravity of our situation. "You done?" she asks me, her voice steady despite the underlying tension.

"Yeah," I reply softly, adding my final letter to the stack. "Good idea, by the way," I offer, trying to break the heavy silence. But Max remains silent, her eyes distant as she hands out the envelopes to the boys. I follow her lead, passing one to Dustin and another to Lucas. Steve watches, confusion evident on his face, realizing there's no letter for him.

Before anyone can react, Max intervenes, stopping the boys from opening the envelopes. "Don't!" she insists firmly, her tone brooking no argument.

"They're for after… you know," I explain, attempting to ease the tension, though I'm not sure if it's for their benefit or ours.

"You're not dying," Steve declares with fierce conviction, his eyes locking onto mine. "Nancy and Robin are going to find something, a solution. You both are going to be fine."

"We know. It's just a failsafe," Max reassures him, though her voice betrays her uncertainty. I share her doubt; the letters are more a precaution than a solution.

Max interrupts any further protests by announcing, "I need a ride to the cemetery," and without waiting for Steve's response, she grabs her jacket and heads for the door.

Despite Steve's objections and Max's stubbornness, we all end up piling into the car and making our way to the cemetery. Once there, Max and I step out, leaving the boys behind. As we walk towards our destination, I hear Lucas calling out to Max, but I keep moving forward.

"I'll talk to him first," I tell Max, giving her a reassuring smile before parting ways. I slip a letter into her pocket before heading to Billy's grave, my heart heavy with the weight of what's to come.

Settling down in front of Billy's headstone, I take a deep breath and open the letter, my hand trembling as I begin to read aloud.

"Dear Billy, I was a coward, and you died because of it. It's my fault, and I should have tried harder. I think it was because I was scared, or maybe I thought you deserved it. Some sick sort of karma after all the abuse I had to endure after mom died. I’m sorry. You deserved better, and I should have tried harder. Now, I am getting the karma I deserve. Basically, what I’m trying to say is see you soon, little brother. I love you."

Tears blur my vision as I pour out my heart to him, my voice breaking with each word. Then, just as I finish, everything goes dark—a chilling prelude to Vecna's twisted vision.

In the darkness, I hear Billy's voice, taunting and accusing. His words cut through me like knives, reopening wounds I thought had healed.

"You're sorry, huh?" His laughter echoes in the void, haunting and cruel. "I don't think you are. You know what I think? I think you're grateful, glad that I'm dead."

"No!" I cry out, my voice raw with emotion as I try to defend myself, but he's relentless.

"You enjoyed it, didn’t you? You are one sick bitch," he sneers, his words laced with venom. I'm paralyzed, unable to escape the torment of his accusations.

"I loved you!" I plead, desperate to make him understand, but he refuses to listen.

"No, you didn’t! You never did!" His voice echoes in the darkness, a constant reminder of my failures.

And then, just as I think it can't get any worse, I witness the horror unfold before me once again—the fleshy tentacle piercing Billy, the grotesque manifestation of Vecna's power.

"Y/N, it’s time," Vecna's voice cuts through the darkness, his presence looming over me like a suffocating shadow. I'm trapped, helpless to resist as he reaches out with his twisted, clawed hand.

"Oh god!" Dustin's voice sounds distant, barely audible amidst the chaos of my mind. I want to reach out to him, to cry out for help, but it's too late. Vecna is closing in, and I'm powerless to stop him.

"Baby! Please, no! Come back to me, I can’t!" Steve's desperate cries pierce through the darkness, pulling at something deep within me. It's the sound of his voice, filled with love and desperation, that gives me the strength to fight back.

"My love," Steve whispers through tears, his voice trembling with emotion as he begins to sing "Endless Love," our song, our promise.

"My first love," Max joins in, her voice tinged with sorrow and regret. Then, one by one, Lucas and Dustin add their voices to the chorus, their song wrapping around me like a lifeline.

With every note, every word, I feel a flicker of hope ignite within me—a spark of defiance against Vecna's darkness. And as their voices fill the air, I find the strength to break free from his grip, to run towards the light, towards Steve.

As I reach him, battered and broken but alive, I collapse into his arms, his embrace a sanctuary amidst the chaos. "I love you," I whisper, clinging to him as if my life depends on it.

"Don’t ever fucking do that to me again. I can’t lose you, baby," Steve sobs, his voice breaking with the weight of his emotions.

"I won’t, I promise," I vow, my heart overflowing with love for him, for us.

"I love you," he murmurs, holding me close.

"And I you, my endless love."

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Billy Hargrove x Reader (Steve Harrington’s Twin)

The first time you met Billy was on his first day and you were in most of his classes. “Mr Hargrove, please take a seat at the back with Miss Harrington” The teacher says to him while pointing at you at the back of the class. He then went and sat next to you. You noticed the blonde and scouched up a bit, You didn't want to push his boundaries.

You took notes of the class while he sat there confused since it was a completely different curriculum then what he was taught back in california. You then pass him your notes on previous classes. “Here, they are the notes from previous lessons” You say while he looks at you. This was when you first had a look at him. He was pretty handsome compared to the other guys in the school.

Later that night you were at Tina’s Halloween party with your twin brother and his girlfriend. You saw billy come in and you were fucking drooling at his body. You had never seen such a physique before you felt like you were in heaven. You were wearing a tight leather black dress and black heels and your hair was down and it made your features look more physical.

Billy saw you with Steve and Nancy. He was amazed on how you managed to look like an innocent girl at school and at parties you looked completely different. The outfit brought out everything and he was living for it.

A couple of hours into the party, You were outside Chugging A Bottle of whiskey straight up. Everyone was cheering you on. Billy was shocked he had never seen a woman before who could chug whiskey or any kind of proper Alcohol straight up, he was amazed at how well you were doing.

After you chugged it, he went up to you. “Wow miss Harrinton, knows how to chug Whiskey, i’m impressed” He says while a puff of his joint that he got off someone at the party.

“Meh, it’s nothing” You say in a drunken state. You and Billy then spend most of your time together at the party and he walked you home making sure you got home safe. When he saw your mansion he was shocked. “Wow, so you're rich” He said while he walked up to the door.

“Yea, Thanks again” You say as you walk into your house as he leaves and goes home himself.

A couple weeks later, You were watching one of hawkin’s basketball games. You were looking at Billy the whole time. He looked so hot when he played basketball, it was just this thing about him playing basketball that made him look even more hot.

He then saw you watching him and smirked, he scored and it was half time break. He then got something to drink and then went up and grabbed the microphone and got everyone’s attention.

“Y/N would you do me the honours and be my girlfriend?” He said while looking at you and everyone then looked at you waiting for your answer. You were shocked that he would ask you such a question. You had gone on some dates to the movies but it wasn’t really official until now.

“Yes, i’d love to be your girlfriend Billy Hargrove” You answer him while you head down the bleachers to the front to meet him, He then hugs you while everyone on the team starts cheering and even the cheerleaders are happy for you. Some girls are looking at you with a jealous glance.

Steve then comes up to Billy, “You better teach her well or else Hargrove” He says while shaking Billy's hand.

During the summer, Billy gets a job as a life-guard at the community pool. You were working at the local bakery making cakes and all that. It was a small summer job so you guys could save up enough money to get a place in california.

That summer was the worst summer of your life, your boyfriend got possessed by a creature from a different universe. Your brother was kidnapped by Russians and everyone nearly died. With that you and Billy decided it was best if you left Hawkins once and for all. Away from all of this drama.

You both soon got an apartment in LA and got new jobs, Billy got a job as a mechanic and you got a job as a Cake decorator at a professional cake company. Overall you managed to get good pay and take care of yourself. Your apartment was bigger than you thought it was going to be and it already felt like home.

Around a year later, you get a phone call from Steve telling you what has happened in Hawkins and what happened to Max. When he starts talking about Max’s condition Billy walks into the apartment. “What's happened to Max?” He says in a concerned tone. You then tell him that Max was in the hospital suffering from a coma.

Next thing you know you're on your way to Hawkins to see what’s going on. Billy Was pissed when he found out that his dad had left Susan and Max to deal with this on their own and look at what had happened. You all saw people leaving Hawkins and The town looked like a mess. Cracks everywhere.

You both then went to the hospital where Max was, You both entered her room and went to see how she was doing. Billy then went and sat next to her bed and held her hand. “Hey Shit head, it’s me” He says as he starts to talk to her, it makes you cry seeing him like this.

You then left to let them have some time together and ran into your brother and his friend robin. You then gave him a hug just glad that he was alright, you then see that he has bandages on his torso.

2 months later the war with vecna ended and you were back in your old class, it was like Eleven never existed, Barb was alive and your brother was still with Nancy.

“Students meet Mr Hargrove, can you go sit with Miss Harrington”

You may have saved Hawkins but now you had to regain your love life …

“Do i know you, i swear we have met before” He says as he sits down next to you and it hits him “Angel” he said using the nickname he gave you when you first started dating.

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random-imagines-blog · 2 years ago

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Struck Blind {Steve Harrington x Reader, Part 3}

Wordcount: 4493 Chapter Summary: A talk with your cousin, and then your first visit to Starcourt Mall. Warnings: Some swearing, a bad joke or two, description of injury.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4

Neil never found out. Somehow, Billy had talked some of his buddies from school that too auto-shop to help with the dent that Steve’s car had made against the fender. Well, he didn’t say buddies. Just people that he knew. Probably ones that he blackmailed since it had been a long time since Billy had any friends that weren’t directly related to him. Sheriff Hopper always seemed like he had more on his plate that he needed to deal with than a hit and run, and never showed up knocking at the Hargrove door. Steve never came either, so you assumed that he didn’t figure it out. Looked like this was just yours and Billy’s, and Max’s, dirty little secret. The redhead never acted like she knew, and when it was just you and Billy, he’d taunt about his good fortune. “So fucking glad it was King Steve’s car,” He’d say, drinking a beer that was stolen from his dad’s fridge. “Fucking totaled it, didn’t I?”

You never defended Steve during these conversations, but you felt like perhaps you should have. But you were witnessing your cousin’s mental state whirling. What it seemed like he needed the most was someone to talk to. And the way that he usually did that, how he talked to people at school anyway, was through some sort of bragging. A show off of how tough he was. That’s how he started with you each night when you’d sit in the small backyard together, long after everyone else had gone to bed.

“I thought I’d be outta here by now,” Billy said, after getting his aggression out about Steve, about his dad, about having to take care of Max. Once he got through those topics, he was generally more alright. You rested your head against his shoulder, looking up towards the stars.

“Where were you thinking of going?” You asked. He shrugged, and finished off the beer. He crumpled it in his hand, a loud crunching noise, then threw it lazily into the small garden.

“Back to California or somethin,” He said, leaning his head down to meet the top of yours. The night was warm - which brought out the skeeters in full force. He slapped one off of the back of his neck smoothly. “Back where it actually feels like fucking home.”

“That makes sense,” You said. “Then at least you would feel like you’re closer to your mom right?”

He stayed silent for a moment. The sounds of crickets out there. The insect nightlife going wild. A real rave. You could feel his cheek moving against the side of his head as he licked his lips. “Yeah,” He finally breathed. “She’s not here. I can’t feel her here. Back in California, when I’d go to the beach, at least I could feel ... something. But not here in the middle of shitty Indiana.”

You nodded, understanding. “I miss her too. Everyone always knew that she was way too good for your dad. I used to hear my parents talk about it after we’d visit. And they didn’t even know how bad things got. They didn’t know how to help. I didn’t know how to help,” You said, taking his hand and squeezing it. “But I’m here now. Whatever you need.”

He squeezed your hand in return. A gesture that he would never share with others. Being so close in age, it was almost like you were twins, rather than cousins. You grew up together. You were so close to one another. You had eighteen years of memories with Billy and maybe you were the only one who could understand him during this hard time. And maybe - maybe you were the only one that tried.

“I can’t leave Max to deal with this shit alone,” He admitted. It was so quiet. It blended in with the noises of the night. A real admittance.

“That’s noble. But - does that really mean that you need to be his punching bag? You shouldn’t put yourself through this hell just so that she doesn’t get touched. She’s tougher than you think she is. You’ve had some influence, you know.”

“Better me than her,” He grunted. “And better me than you too.”

“You’re always defending us. And we appreciate it. I know Max sees it, she doesn’t hate you as much as she acts like it,” You said, softly, keeping your voice low. The last thing either of you needed was someone eavesdropping on this conversation. “But when are you ever going to let us defend you? You’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. It’s going to make you sink.”

A tiny little sniffle. You pretended that you didn’t hear it. For his sake. The silence hung heavy in the air as he took your words in. Letting that door open a little before he’d close it again, removing his head from your shoulder and pretended to cough into his arm, all the while wiping his eyes. You didn’t say anything. You didn’t even look. “Do you need a ride anywhere tomorrow?” He asked, changing the subject completely. And you let him. You said your piece. It was up to him whether he took any of it to heart.

“I was thinking about checking out Starcourt,” You said, keeping your tone casual. “Max is going out with her friends, and I don’t feel like sitting about, listening to Susan’s soap operas. There’s only so many betrayals, people coming back from the dead, evil twins and amnesia cases I can take.”

“You want to go see fucking Harrington, don’t you?” Billy asked, turning his head towards you. Through the dim light of the porch lamp you could see his face growing pink, his eyes puffy. “What, you think he’s better than me? You want to go spend all of your time with him now?” He scoffed. “First Max protects him and now you. What the fuck is so great about King Steve anyway? You let him in your pants at the hospital?”

The hand that was squeezing yours tightened. It was close to hurting - just quite uncomfortable now. “Billy,” You said slowly, keeping calm. You tried to take your hand but he kept holding it. Clamped. Trapped. “You need to take it down a notch. You don’t speak to me like that, remember? It’s me. Y/n.”

He took a deep breath through his nose, and then held it in - and finally loosened up his grip. Instead of snatching your hand back, you put your arm around his shoulder and gave him a little nudge with your body. “First of all, you need to stop calling him King Steve. You’re both graduated from high school now. It just sounds like you genuinely admire him-” Billy let out a little warning growl, but you smiled and continued, “-and two, of course I didn’t. We made an agreement not to talk about our sex lives but mine is like - nonexistent so I’m allowed to say that much.”

“Yeah, and it better stay that way,” Billy said, grunting. It made you laugh again. He always did play the part of overprotective brother a little too strongly. You’ve just had a lot more time to get used to it than Max did. “If you get knocked up and end up having a shotgun wedding to some Indiana hick, I swear to God-”

“You gonna come riding up to the courthouse in your car, all cool like?” You asked, laughing as the image came into your head. “Give your reasons for why me and my fiance shouldn’t wed. Call him a redneck sonofabitch and punch him right in the kisser?”

Billy laughed too, his head raising up to catch the air, his long hair flying down past his neck. “Somethin’ like that. Then I’ll take you back to California so you can marry one of those movie stars. Make us rich.”

“Oh, so it’s alright if he’s rich and famous?” You asked, still giggling. “Alright, alright, I’ll keep that in mind. I always did have a thing for Harrison Ford. It’s the Indiana Jones of it all.”

“Oh, shut up,” Billy pretended to gag. “Indy is a fuckin nerd.”

“Oh zip it. You just wish you could pull off the hat. Don’t take it out on Indy that you do not have a head built for hats.”

That got him laughing even more, which was a really good way to end the night. While still in that elated mood, you got him to agree to take you to the mall before he’d start his afternoon shift at the pool. You made the good point of the fact that he was at work all day, and Max was out with friends. What were you going to do all day? Hang out with Neil? At the very least, you could grab a couple of books to get you through the next week or two. You heard about a Jeanette Winterson book that was supposed to be good and came out in the Spring. Time to find a hobby.

The mall was busy. Like it felt as if every single person who wasn’t working that day had flooded in here. Which you didn’t mind at all. It made it feel more like you were at home. California. People worrying about the latest fashions, looking at magazines, eating ice cream and sucking popsicles to beat the heat. The air conditioning was doing it’s best but with so many hot bodies packed into one place, there was only so much that it could do.

The only thing that you were missing was the beach.

Nonetheless, there were at least five stores that were advertising swim wear. The high cut Baywatch style was all the rage. Pictures of girls in these bathing suits were in a lot of windows. Eye candy for the men, but there were a couple of male models thrown in too. One particular advertisement made you stop and laugh to yourself.

Bikinis Half Off.

You peered inside of the store and saw a rather stern looking woman gazing at the customers from behind the counter. If that was the store manager, like you assumed, she didn’t even get the joke that she made. You went in though, browsed for a bit. You had the whole day to kill. High cut thighs, low cut breasts. Phoebe Cates’ style red bikinis. Maybe you would get something. Spend a day at Billy’s pool. Watch him work. Or rather, watch all of the moms watch him, or so he bragged. He noticed, though he pretended not to while he was at work. He had his eyes on Mrs. Wheeler, apparently, because her kids pissed him off. You never got the whole story on that. You’d have to ask.

You found a bathing suit that was actually in your style. You bought it from the grumpy looking woman. Before leaving you said, “I like your sign.” There wasn’t much in response. She really needed to work on her customer service skills.

There were so many stores in this mall, and so many people milling about. You found yourself in a courtyard-type area, with benches and potted plants and benches to sit down on, take a break from shopping. You actually spun in the center, looking up. A giant skylight above the second floor brought natural sunshine down onto your forehead. It felt warm, despite the air conditioning being cranked up. You could see shoppers on the second floor, heading to escalators or stairwells. There was even a movie theater up there. That was impressive. There were posters splayed on the walls, and hanging off of banisters about what was playing. Back to the Future. You made a mental note to see it. Christopher Lloyd was great in everything.

You thought you saw a flash of red hair off in the distance. Max wasn’t the only redhead in town but you recognized that carroty orange shade. It made you grin. You hoped she was having fun. After the things that had stressed her out the year before, she deserved it. Gathering yourself, you decided to get something to eat and then browse a little more before taking the bus back home to drop your things off. What you did afterwards - you weren’t going to make a plan. You were going to let your feet take you wherever they wanted to go.

Although New York Pizza was calling your name, the smell of rich tomato sauce overpowering some of the others, you turned in the direction of Scoop’s Ahoy. You had to check this place out now. And double check that Steve was alright. You haven’t heard from him since visiting him at the hospital and having that rough interaction with his dad.

As you walked from the brown linoleum to the blue and white checkered floor, you saw that head of hair right away. Even though it was hidden beneath a rather embarrassing cap, it really was iconic. He was looking absolutely fed up with someone that was standing in front of him at the counter. A girl, around twelve. Extremely sassy. Asking for samples of everything. From the look on his face, this was not a new occurrence. He already had the next sample on a little wooden scoop ready for her before she had to ask for it.

“We’re putting a limit on you,” A pretty girl said from the back, putting her head through a window. She noticed you before Steve did. “You’re holding up a line.”

“Take your time,” You said, a conniving smile to the dark girl as her head turned around to see what line there was. She had attitude written all over her face. You liked her immediately. She had something like Max’s fire in her. “I’m not in any rush,” You added, winking at her. The dark haired girl looked you up and down and then turned back towards Steve who was now grinning at your direction, finally noticing you.

“I didn’t need your permission,” The sassy girl said, making you nearly snort with laughter. It was an unexpected comeback. And it was gold. The grin came off of Steve’s face as she went back to making demands for samples. Cotton Candy, Cherry Jubilee, Almond Fudge. You took a seat in one of the booths and pulled out the books that you bought, reading the back, waiting for the girl to finish with her long list. Mango, Mint Chocolate Chip, Citrus Twist. You were actually growing amazed at how many samples she could eat, and how long Steve’s patience was holding up. If it were you on the other side of the counter - it would be a different story. Finally, the girl tried the last flavor, and then dropped a line which made Steve run his hands through his hair with annoyance. “I’m not hungry anymore. See yah.” And she just dropped the sample stick on the counter, making it sticky, turned around and left the ice cream shop to meet up with some friends who were waiting for her. Steve grumbled, picking up the stick and wiped down the counter, before attempting to catch your eye.

“If you just ask for samples, I’m banning you,” He warned you, but there was a playful look in his eye. You got up, leaving your bag behind for the moment, and approached the freshly cleaned counter.

“Well, how else am I going to know what I like?” Despite hearing all of the flavors being asked for, you looked at the display in front of you. Quite a lot of options.

“It’s ice cream,” Steve said, simply. “If you’ve had it before, you’ll know what you like.”

His bluntness made you laugh. He had a point there. “Alright, alright,” You said, bringing your eyes up to look into his own amber-colored ones. “I’ll take cookies and cream in a waffle bowl.”

“Excellent choice,” Steve nodded, that smile coming back. The girl from the back came around and started to prepare it, picking up one of the waffle bowls but Steve stopped her. “It’s okay, I got this one.”

“Wow, a girl shows up and you want to work, shocking,” She commented. Steve tried to shush her as he picked up the wet scoop and started to fill your bowl.

“So this one’s a flirt, is he?” You asked the girl, taking in her name-tag. Robin. That was a cute name. Suited the color of her eyes, which was a robin’s egg blue. That would make it impossible to forget.

“He attempts,” Robin said, evidently pleased at having someone to make fun of Steve with. “Strikes out every time. I have a tally chart in the back going.”

“Oh Steve, that’s embarrassing,” You tutted, shaking your head. “A whole tally chart. And you really seemed so charming.”

“Stick around,” Robin snorted. “It’s like watching a car wreck.”

Both you and Steve flinched at the last two words that were out of her mouth. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, and he did the same to you, both of you now avoiding looking at Robin. The moment of silence was long as Steve was scooping the ice cream into the cup. He gave you an extra one on top which looked like it was going to slide off in a haphazard manner, but it stayed on nonetheless. That’s when Robin put her hands over her mouth, realizing something. “It’s you! You’re the guardian angel babe that he was talking about.”

“Did you really have to add the babe?” You asked, staring at Steve, the tension feeling broken, at least for you. You could banter forever. But you weren’t so sure that Steve was able to take it, not with the flush that was coming up on his cheeks.

“I didn’t, she did,” Steve said, pointing over his shoulder towards Robin. She did look rather pleased with herself. “Do you want any toppings on that?”

“No, it’s uhh - perfect the way it is. Thanks,” You said, moving aside to where the cash register was. You picked out one of the plastic spoons that was in a bowl, just waiting to be taken, and reached inside of your bag to get cash to pay for it. But the waffle bowl never touched the counter. It was being held out to you. “How much do I owe you?” You asked, just figuring that Steve was trusting that you wouldn’t run with it.

“Nothing,” He said, shaking his head, a stray wave of hair coming out from beneath that embarrassing cap that he was wearing. Oh, you had noticed it alright. How many pins did he have to put in there so that it would sit right on his head like that? At so jaunty an angle, you wondered. “It’s on me.”

“After you just lost at least five dollars in product to the little dictator? I don’t think so. Come on, let me know how much it is.”

“I’m serious, I’m not pressing any buttons,” Steve insisted.

“I can?” Robin offered. She went ignored by both Steve and yourself.

“Fine, if that’s the way that you want it,” You said, bringing out a crisp bill. “You can’t say no to this, at the very least.” With your middle finger and your thumb, you folded it lengthwise, and stuck it into the tip-jar, which only had a couple of meager coins inside of it. “You hear that Robin? If he gives even one groan, I want you to take it.”

“But that’s - a ten dollar tip,” Robin said, eyes wide. She then straightened up her back and held her hand to a salute that would make anyone actually in the navy proud. “Aye Aye ma’am.”

“But-” Steve said, but a single look from you made him shut his mouth. He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck, looking rather bashful. “What are you doing here?”

“At the mall, or in Scoops Ahoy? If the first, shopping, I’m going to need something to entertain me this summer while my family is busy. And the second, why wouldn’t I get ice cream? Or pass up the chance to see how you’re holding up? How are you feeling?”

“Yeah, guess that makes sense,” Steve muttered. “I’m alright. My ribs still hurt when I breathe but other than that...”

“And you’re not even taking an extra day off? Come on Steve,” You frowned. “You should at least have a chair or something to sit down on... is there one back there, Robin?”

“Yeah, there’s a break table,” Robin said, as if finally starting to realize that her co-worker might actually be hurt. There was some kind of caring in there, deep down beneath all of the joking around. It was an interesting dynamic.

“Alright, let’s go, andele, andele,” You said, lifting up the counter with ice cream still in hand, and helped yourself right back there.

“You’re going to get me fired-" Steve started to complain, but he stopped when you took his hand and started to pull him towards the back.

“If giving out all of the free product doesn’t do it first, I’ll be surprised,"You muttered. A couple of extra chairs piled up against the wall, some freezers, cleaning supplies, extra toppings. But most importantly, there was a table with two chairs. You let go of Steve’s hand and pointed towards the chair. “Sit.”

“If you’re going to order me around like a dog, the least you can do is give me a treat,” Steve said, but he did what you asked him to do. He even let out a content sigh as he leaned back against it, sore arm splayed on the formica table. That was when you noticed something other than his words for the first time. His knees. They were exposed. So were his calves. Which meant that -

“Your uniform includes shorts?” You asked, trying to hold in the giggles.

“Duh,” He said, not even bothered by your observation. He was feeling too good, just being off of his feet for a moment. Robin didn’t come back to the back, so she was manning the counter. Okay, so maybe you felt a little bad for just coming in and taking over everything, but Steve really did seem like he was in pain. “That’s what you’re noticing now?”

“Well it’s a little distracting,” You hummed, well aware of the fact that you were blatantly checking him out at this point. “Robins’s skirt is cute but these shorts are something else.”

And now you were the one doing the distracting. Trying to keep Steve’s mind off of the pain. You were making him laugh now, turning his head bashfully to the side so you got another look at the beast of a mane. He actually had product in it. This guy had raised his arms up to his head to comb product through his hair despite the pain that he was in. Okay, that was dedication. You had to give him that much.

“I didn’t get much of a choice,” He said, looking back at you with those honey colored eyes. “It was either here or the sandwich place. They have to wear beige.”

“You made the right choice,” You said, smiling. “Sailor over beige all the way.”

“Hey Harrington-” Robin said, sticking her head through the window that looked into the back room. “Got some kids here asking for you.”

“More free samples?” You asked as Steve groaned, holding onto his temples. He shook his head.

“I usually let them through so they can get into the movies,” He mumbled. “You gonna tell on me?”

“For helping out some kids? Of course not. If I did tell someone, it was because you never even offered me the chance.”

He got onto his feet slowly, showing his pain more than he had when you walked in. Whether he was playing it up for sympathy points or his painkillers were wearing off, you weren’t sure. But you stepped in to help anyway. “You want to go see a movie?” He asked. “Just gotta go through that door, it’ll take you straight behind all the stores.”

“Another time,” You nodded. “I should let you get to work. Or whatever it is that you call work around here.”

“You don’t have to go,” He said, quickly. You walked with him back out to the front where Robin was looking annoyed at two teenage boys in front of her. They looked around Max’s age. Tall, thin, dark hair, and a shorter one with an unfortunate bowlcut. Oof. You weren’t a stylist but you wanted to take some scissors to that hair. This may be the eighties but that hair cut was screaming seventies. And not in a fun way. “You barely even got to eat,” Steve continued, barely acknowledging the two boys.

That was true. You were still carrying around the ice cream in the waffle cup. It was melting slowly. The shorter of the two teenage boys watched you as you walked around the counter to pick up your bags. You smiled at him. He smiled back. The taller one was looking at Steve with annoyance and anticipation. It was pretty funny to see. “Don’t worry about it,” You said. “You’ve got your hands full. I’ll see you around, kay Steve?”

“Sure,” Steve said, looking dejected.

“Nice to meet you Robin! Keep up on that tally, I want to see the results of the end of the week,” You laughed, and gave her a wave. She waved back, more lazily than anything, and disappeared into the back while Steve started to let the kids in. Your last look of him as you left the food area of the mall was of him returning to the front, balancing his elbows on the counter, and resting his head on top of his hand, boredom incarnate. Poor guy. You found a spot among the stores to sit down and people watch, eating your ice cream. The mall looked like the busiest place in town. Middle of the day, people packing in to take advantage of the air conditioning. It made you feel a little homesick. People watching with your friends was one of your favorite things to do but - you’d much rather be here, even if that meant dealing with Neil. After catching sight of the Mayor trying to hide that he was obviously looking at the Victoria’s Secret displays, you left the cool, recycled air and went out into the hot and humid sunshine to make your way back home, and wait for your cousins to come back to hear about how their days went.

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creativeashproductions · 7 years ago

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Painted with Pain // Steve Harrington

Summary: The more liked and calm Hargrove twins intimidates peers through her family tie to the knew King of Hawkins High Billy. Born into a family with an abusive father and a runaway mother you protect each other from your father. When Billy isn’t there to take the hits and learns exactly what you do and who you do in the abandoned classroom what exactly happens to you?

Characters: Steve Harrington x Hargrove!reader, twin!Billy Hargrove x twin!Reader, Neil Hargrove, Max Mayfield, and Susan Hargrove (mentioned).

Words: 2008

Disclaimer: I do not own Stranger Things or the characters involved. I also do now own the gifs or images that may appear.

Warnings: Swearing, parental domestic abuse, angst, and fluff

Author: Caitsy

A/N: If you or a loved on is being abuse you could talk to a respected adult like as a guidance counsellor, police officer, or teacher. There are many numbers to hotlines that can help. Remember if someone hits another person as punishment, they’ve thought before it lands to hit that person. They had intent and it can and will happen again. Be Safe.

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Billy wasn’t the nicest person in Hawkins and for good reason but he was a good brother to you when it came to caring for someone. Billy and you were twins that protected each other as much as you could in a house with an abusive asshole of a father and a woman that wasn’t your mother. Billy was the worst of the two of you when it came towards your step-sister but he always taking the hits for you.

“Hurry up.” Billy stated leaning against the car his gaze pointed directly as Max.

“I’m coming.” Max retired reaching for the passenger door handle.

“Backseat.”

“I never get the front!” Max exclaimed.

“Backseat or your walking!” You glared at the young girl.

Max didn’t understand you took the emotional abuse from your father for her so she didn’t have to live the same life you did. While Billy took the physical abuse for you, all because your mother was woken him up when you both were really young and told him to protect you. She immediately fled in the night once she had spoken to Billy and never looked back or said goodbye to you.

“Not fair.” Max muttered gently placing her skate board on her lap.

“You’re really pushing it.” Billy growled at her.

The rest of the ride was loud music, quiet fury in the backseat, and yawning from you as the scenery passed by. Billy did cast you a few concerned looks for the screaming your father did at you last night. Sometimes it bothered you that Billy spend all his kindness on you but nothing but hatred for the rest of the world.

“Y/N’s driving you home if you aren’t a brat.” Billy yelled over the loud music.

 “Where will you be?” Max questioned.

“None of your business.” Billy snarled before smiling with mirth, “But if you must know. I’ll be balls deep in Carol.”

“Tommy’s Carol?” You smirked, “Is it true that he…ya know…stares at the guys in the shower room?”

“Haven’t noticed I’ve been hitting Carol’s tight-“

“Look school!” Max exclaimed just wanting to leave the disgusting conversation between you and him. There was something wrong with Billy just openly talking about sex with his sister that freaked her out.

Sharing a smirk with Billy as the ginger haired girl raced out of the car and towards the middle school entrance before the car had even stopped. Getting out with matching smiles you tossed Billy the pack of smokes you sometimes shared while he tossed the keys over the top of the car. Splitting up to your lockers you easily grabbed your textbook for when the neighbouring locker slammed open.

“Can you be any louder?” You groaned throwing your head back in annoyance.

“I could but you’re not worth it or my time.” The owner of the locker said with a smile.

“Idiot.”

“My heart. How will I go one?” He glared back at you.

You grabbed the notebook that went with your textbook before storming off to one of the classrooms that was dedicated to studying. Nobody used them other than making out but there was one classroom that everyone else avoided. It was the one that you used and had threatened everyone from using it. You sat down at the only table in the room to begin using your free period to study.

“Idiot?”

“You said telling to you eat shit and die was too harsh last time.” You chuckled at the arrival. The sound of the lock on the door being engaged echoed in the small room.

“It was hot also.” Steve grinned grabbing your hand as he sat next to you. He pressed a swift kiss on your cheek before leaning back.

‘What time do you want to meet?” You asked playing with his fingers.

“When does dipshit hit come home?” Steve rolled his eyes as he asked the question. He anticipated the playful slap that you never delivered since you began talking to him.

It never came. Ever. You had a personal rule that hitting someone else for any reason could never happen because you were scared you would become your father. You left that abuse for Billy to pick and choose to do.

“I’m taking wannabe rocker home.” You snorted rolling your eyes, “Billy’s got plans between Carol’s thighs later today.”

 “You know your step sister does have a name?” Steve defended one of the kids he babysits.

 “Just because I got along with her for saving Hawkins, doesn’t mean I like her.” You returned.

“She isn’t-“

“Honey, why are wasting our free period talking about my life when we could be using our mouths for something different?”

You didn’t wait another minute before your boyfriend was glued to your body sitting on the table. Your time went quickly with minimal clothing taken off and evidence of your time together buried under papers in your most hated teacher’s trash basket.

“You little bi-“ Dad’s voice broke when you stepping in front of Max and took the slap intended for her. The slap resonated through the living room leaving your head spinning as you unexpectedly faced the wall.

“Max.” You calmly said, “Go to Susan.”

“But-“

“Now Maxine.”

She fled the room with a concerned hesitation while your father let a sick twisted smile coat his face. The fear inside you intensified but you didn’t regret protecting the child in your home from the brutality that was your father.

“She needs to learn.” He spoke.

“She’s your step-daughter. You know Susan would leave you if you put one hand on her daughter.” You reminded him as you stood your ground.

“Well that’s alright.” Neil Hargrove smiled in his charming way, “Why don’t you go and see if Susan needs help with supper?”

You waited to scan his body language before you turned to leave the room but the unmistakeable sound of a bucket releasing reached your ears. Your spine tingled with recognition of what would come, a violet lashing to your back. When the belt wrapped around your neck you knew you had pissed him off more than anyone in your family had.

“It seems my blood doesn’t know respect.” He hissed as your struggled to fit your fingers between the dark brown strip of leather and your slim neck.

“H…elp.” You choked as it began to slowly tighten until your back was closely pressed against his body.

“Shame dear big brother isn’t here to save you.”

Darkness edged your vision as you slowly sank to the ground not any relief on the belt wrapped tightly around your throat. When it did lessen a slap on the imprint from before reddened further. Laying on the ground while your father stood above you with the belt in one hand he landed a severely hard kick to your ribs and that was the last you knew before you were unconscious.

“Y/N?” A soft concerned voice spoke.

 “What the hell happened?!” Billy roared seeing his twin sister out cold on the ground.

“I don’t know.” Max admitted, “She made me go to my mom and I did it because Y/N can be scary sometimes.”

“Yeah she can.” Billy admitted scooping your into his arms.

That was one of the only times that Billy was kind to Max from the minute they had met back in California. Of course Billy was still abusive to Max and she bore the emotional marks from his words.

Billy managed to threaten a doctor into treating you without making a report or paying the full bill for the treatment. You were placed in the private practice room that the clinic had for the night while Billy stayed by your side.

“Billy?” You moaned in pain.

“Hey sis. How are you?” Billy whispered holding tight to your hand.

“How’s Max?”

“The lil shit is fine because of you.”

“Steve?”

“Harrington? Why would he be here?” Billy seethed with a deep hatred in his eyes.

“Because I’m dating him but don’t tell my brother. He hates him.”

Billy growled to himself before you fell back under the drugs control to calm your pain. You were mumbling in your sleep while Billy slung his jean jacket onto his shoulders before stomping out of the room. He jumping into the car and slammed the car into movement with one destination in mind and bloodlust enveloping him.

The car was still running when he banged not the door to the Harrington household just waiting for the ass to answer. He didn’t know if he should use words of his fist first but he clenched his hands when the door opened to show a middle aged man. In one hand a newspaper and the other holding onto the door frame.

“Can I help you?” The man asked. Billy identified him as Steve with the similar hair house and bone structure.

“Is Steve around? We have to talk about a project.”

“Steve! You had a friend here.” Mr. Harrington called out over his shoulder. Steve halted when he saw Billy standing there fuming in front of his oblivious father.

“Shit.” Steve mumbled pushing in front of his father to step outside. When the door was closed he turned to face his enemy.

“I know about you and my sister.” Billy snarled clenching his fists more.

“No we’re-“

“Cut the shit Harrington. She told me, delirious but she told me.” Billy retorted, “I’m okay with it.”

“Wait. What? You’re okay with it?!”

“Give me a reason to kick your ass dad when you hurt her and you will.” Billy grinned, “That’s what I hear? Steve fucks with girls and when he dates prissy Nancy Wheeler we find out he sucks as a boyfriend.”

“Well looks like your dream of killing me won’t come true.” Steve smiled just as harshly as the two boys squared up with each other, “I plan to marry her and give her the life she deserved,”

“Won’t happen.”

“Excuse me but I have a family dinner I’m needed at.”

Steve was waiting when you got to your locker early on Monday morning with a nasty bruise on your face and bags under your eyes. The violent black-purple bruise on your neck drew the attention of everyone in the hallway, including your boyfriends. You had a limp from trying to not injure your fracture rib more.

“Y/N?” Steve choked out at the battered body of his girlfriend.

“Hey ass-“

“Billy knows.” Steve interrupted gently moving your chin around to take in the bruises and trying to estimate a time where you got them.  “How?”

“You told home.” Steve whispered, “Did he do this to you?”  

“No. Billy would never do this.” You mumbled looking away from Steve’s face.

“Who did it?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Oh we’re talking about it sweetheart.” Steve sternly told you as he pulled you into the closest vacant classroom, “I want to know who hit my girlfriend.”

“My Dad okay?!” You screamed without looking at his. You kept your stare at the window to the playground.

“I’m sorry but what did you say?”

“My father did this.” You cried clenching your fists in the typical Hargrove twins way, “He went to hit Max so I stepped in front of her and took the hit. He didn’t like that so he choked me with his belt!”

Glancing out the door window he saw Billy was walking by and Steve opened the door with fury painted on his face.

“Hey Hargrove!” Steve yelled at your brother.

“What.” Billy seethed holding a cigarette between his lips.

“Thank you for protecting Y/N.”

“It’s my job.” Billy snorted, “This doesn’t change anything Harrington.”

Billy and Steve had a mutual understanding that you were the light of both their lives and you meant everything to them. They would do anything to protect you but the hatred between them didn’t lessen at all. Not even as Steve and you planned a life together and followed through with it.

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