#Billy x OC

[itsladyliv]

“I just expect better of myself and others I spend time with. Why would you want to hang out with a stuck up bitch anyway?” He grinned at me. “Cause you’re hot.” I rolled my eyes. “And you’re shallow. Be careful, there are some puddles with more depth in this dead-end town. They don’t take kindly to competition.” He laughed at that. “Don’t worry, you won’t get rid of me that easily. I have a queen bitch to win over.” “Give her my condolences.” “Just say them into a mirror, she’ll get them.” That made me snort, trying not to laugh.

━ Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down, CHAPTER 39 by @asirensrage 💙

#i am but a humble servant making a humble offering 🤲 #totally not biased at all #billy hargrove #fic: tammy thompson takes on the upside down #stranger things fanfiction #oc: kate thompson #she took one look at him and went “ew” #he took one look at her and went “she could fix me” #stranger things edit #stranger things #billy x oc #im still working on that amelia x eric video btw... just got sidetracked

[lithium80writer]

The Fence (A Billy Hargrove Short Story)

Chapter one, Chapter two

Chapter three: Hope

⚠️This is a darker story. ⚠️ Billy Hargrove short story. This story will focus a lot on Billy's abuse from his father and Josephine's mental and sexual abuse from her stepfather. Can these two lost souls find sanctuary in each other? Trigger warnings ⚠️: Descriptions of sexual assault in first person and domestic abuse. Language. Thoughts of self harm and suicide. Disturbing topics. Smut. ⚠️ This story is not for everyone but more an emotional release for me. Thank you for reading. 🖤 Upside down doesn't exist. Max is not Billy's sister. It's just him and Neil.

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Josephine's POV

Day one of the basement is always the worst. I have to adjust to losing my sense of sight, my sense of time. I sit against the cold, hard floor and stare into the nothingness. It's pitch black. I try to wave my hand in front of my face. Nothing. I can see nothing. The tiny window that used to give a light glow is now painted over.

He likes to take away anything that I love. Sunlight being one of them.

I bring my knees to my chest and place my chin against them. I wonder how long it'll be this time. He was angry to begin with but fighting back made him even angrier. After the first day of being down here, the rest all run together. I haven't been here in a long time.

I haven't missed it.

I'm hungry. He won't feed me for a few days. And when he does, it will be only enough to keep me alive. Welcome to the basement.

Billy's POV

"FUCK YOU!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I slide into the driver's seat of my car. I see my dad running down the steps of the porch and I sling the stick into the drive position. I press down on the pedal before he can reach me. And I'm gone. I roll my windows down and welcome the breeze flying in.

I scream. Again and again and again as I fly down the road. My eye is swollen shut this time. He really can't help himself this week. Must be problems with his latest lady. I drive down the street and wish I could keep driving and never stop. I've always thought about it. Just leaving and never coming back.

I'm a pretty tough guy. I can take a punch from anyone and not feel a thing. Anyone but him.

It's not the pain from his punches that bother me. Sometimes I don't even feel it anymore. It's the realization that he doesn't love me. The realization that I'm nothing but a punching bag to him.

He gets to take out all of his anger on me but what would he do if I returned the favor? I'm getting older now. Stronger. Sometimes I think I could take him.

I work out a lot. I've been trying to build my strength in case that day ever does come. I want to hurt him. Make him bleed. Watch as he begs me to stop. I want him to feel what I've had to endure for years.

But it wouldn't matter. He couldn't actually understand. It's not the same. I can kick his ass but he won't know how it feels to have the man who is supposed to love you completely destroy your childhood.

Who would I be if it wasn't for him? I think about that often. Would I be kinder? Less angry all the fucking time? Would I be happy?

I'll be 18 soon and I can't wait for that day. I can almost taste the freedom. Nothing but the sound of my car purring as I drive away from this hellhole. Away from him.

Would I miss him? Would he miss me? Yeah I know it's fucked up but he's my dad. He's all I know.

Maybe I can take Jo. Help her. Save her. That's crazy talk, Billy.

Was it my fault that she was MIA? Did I fuck up? I just wanted to see her. I need more information. Or maybe she just isn't interested, Billy. No. It has to be him. I can still see the sadness in her eyes.

What do I do? How can I help?

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Josephine's POV

I run my finger along the line in the wall. Tracing it all the way down. I can barely stand but I have to keep moving. How long has it been? I'm starting to feel crazy. More crazy than usual.

I'll sing. Maybe that will help. My voice comes out hoarse. I need some water but my small cup is empty. I sing anyway.

"Wait a minute, baby. Stay with me a while. Said you'd give me light. But you never told me about the fire."

My usual sweet tone is scratchy and distorted. I've always loved to sing. Just for me. I love Stevie Nicks. She's my favorite. I listen to her again and again and she takes me to a different place.

Even though my voice is cracking and my throat is begging for relief I continue on.

"Drowning in the sea of love. Where everyone would love to drown. But now it's gone. It doesn't matter what for. When you build your house then call me home"

I trip over something and my knees fall hard to the concrete floor. I can't move. I can't pick myself up. I don't have the energy. He ruins everything. I curl into a ball and await the sound of the door creaking.

I can't wait to see the sun again. I can't wait to feel it. I miss my tree. And even though I've only seen him once, I miss Billy.

Billy's POV

A letter Billy? Really? I need to talk to her. Showing up on her doorstep was a mistake. I have to do this quietly. But how?

I dig through my backpack pulling out my composition notebook. What do I say? Will she even see it? She probably doesn't care. Maybe I'm fucking delusional. Maybe I imagined that look. Fuck.

I grab a pencil and tap it against the paper. I hate writing.

Hey.

Hey? Fuck... I tear the paper from the notebook, crumbling it quickly. This is stupid. I quickly write a few lines and fold it up.

Short and simple.

Now how do I get it to her? What if he finds it? Think, Billy.

A book. The tree. I saw her there before. It's worth a shot.

I don't own any books. Playboys? Hustlers? Sure.  But not exactly the look I'm going for.

I remember an old box my dad has full of books he's never touched. He won't miss it. I pick one and smile. Romeo and Juliet.

Cheesy? Absolutely.

I stick the letter inside and head for the back door. I take a peek through the small hole in the fence. No one. I carefully drop the book by the tree. I hope she gets it.

"William!" I hear him. But the fear is less than usual. I feel a little excitement. A little anticipation. A little hope.

Josephine's POV

"Josephine." I wake to his voice. My heart starts pounding. I can't see him but I can smell him. "Have you learned your lesson?" the monster says. I hate you. "Yes, father." I say instead. I hear the metal screech as he screws in the lightbulb.

My eyes burn as the light floods my vision. I feel dizzy and lightheaded. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly. I have to adjust slowly. My senses are on overdrive.

He pulls me from the ground and I have to lean into him to make it up the stairs. It makes me want to cry. But I have no tears left after my time down here.

My feet feel heavy as I make it up the stairs. More light. Sounds. It's been so quiet. I'm overwhelmed. Overstimulated. "Bath." I croak. He leads me to my room and lets me go. I fall to the floor and hear my door shut behind me.

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It's been two days since I was set free from the basement. Today is outside day. I hope he lets me go. I need the sun.

"Thirty minutes. And I'll be watching." he appears in my doorway. I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face. My eyes begin to water and I jump up quickly.

I run to my spot. My tree. A book? This isn't mine. I see a sliver of white sticking out of the top. I take the book and rest against the tree. I open it slowly and see my name scrawled across the folded paper.

My mind is swirling with thoughts as I open it as carefully as possible making sure to shield it behind the book.

Dear Jo,

I haven't seen you around recently. Just wanted to make sure you were okay. I tried to come see you. Just to say hi. My lip is healed now. Replaced with a black eye but hey.. one thing at a time, right? Please let me know you're okay.

Your friend from the other side of the fence, Billy

I want to write back immediately but I have to wait. I do my best to hide my expression. I feel something in my chest. Something I've never felt before. Hope.

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Dear Billy,

I was happy to get your letter. I'm sorry for disappearing. I am okay. Is your eye better? I hope so. Your letter caught me by surprise. It made me feel happy. I don't feel that a lot. So, thank you. Write back soon.

Your friend from the other side of the fence, Josephine.

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Dear Jo,

My eye is fine. I'm a big boy. Are you sure you are okay? I was worried about you. Is this okay? The letters. I like hearing from you.

Your friend, Billy

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Dear Billy,

Define okay. I will survive. I'm a big girl. I like hearing from you, too. The letters are okay. We just have to be careful. My father is.. strict.

Your friend, Jo

**** Dear Josephine,

What is strict? Does he hurt you? Is he like my dad? Your eyes looked sad but they were beautiful. I wish I could see them again.

Billy

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Billy,

Sometimes he hurts me. But you can't tell anyone. Please. You have the prettiest eyes and I think about them often. They remind me of an ocean. I've never seen the ocean.

Your friend, Josephine

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I want to help you. Billy

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I want to see you. Jo

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Today was bad. Will write more soon. Always thinking about you. Billy

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I can't take it, Billy. Do you ever feel like you can't take it anymore? Josephine

**** Talk to me sweetheart. What happened? Your Billy

**** I need to see you. Your Josephine

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[rp-partnerfinder]

🫡💗🎉🕊️

Let’s live it up y’all I got some canon/OC and canon/canon pairings for a slew of fandoms I’m looking for, as well as some non fandom plots! All M/F pairings.

Here’s my general info: 26, she/her, multiple responses a week, but I can’t ever promise daily. Sometimes it happens though SOMETIMES. Real life comes first and I have jobs and blah blah blah. I prefer discord, multi para, past tense, 3rd person format.

I love smut, love dark themes, I love intensity, drama, romance, all of it baby. My limits are few but most be respected, and I’ll do the same for you.

20 and up please, I don’t care about your IRL gender, as long as you play a male against my female! All characters over 18 as well, please.

Okay, starting with fandoms:

SUCCESSION: Looking for a Kendall Roy (or Roman Roy, or Matteson, or Stewy) against my starving artist/anti-Waystar female OC, for a Romeo and Juliet inspired RP, info available on request. I’m BEGGING for this one. (happy to double up as Shiv in a pairing for you).

HANNIBAL: looking for a Hannibal Lecter AND/OR Will Graham, or Dolarhyde or Male OC against my updated/Fullerverse Clarice Starling (FC: Holliday Grainger), full google doc avail on request!

STRANGER THINGS: Looking for an Eddie, Billy or Steve against my female OC, info available on request.

FALLOUT: Looking for a Nick Valentine or MacCready against my Sole Survivor or female OC. Also open to hearing about your male OCs!

THE BEAR: Looking for a Carmy against my female OC, info available on request.

MARVEL: Looking for a Loki to my Sigyn, AUs and mischief are all welcome!

AND NOW FOR NON FANDOM PLOT WANTS:

PIRATES: give me a plot of a girl encountering a pirate (kidnapping? Friends from youth? Figured out some kind of mutually beneficial situation/deal?) and their unexpected relationship.

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA: Inspired by the book and musical, a theatre "ghost" is enchanted with a young new muse - actress, singer, whatever. Could be fun to do this in the traditional time period, or try something in like.. the Italian Renaissance, or 1910s-20s burlesque.

CULT: any time period at all, but give me a cult leader lead to obsession by one of his brand new young members, making her the object of his affection and a prize to be won/toy to be played with.

Also interested in anything along the lines of WILD WEST, TITANIC, WWI/WWII, or ANYTHING HISTORICAL with a romance focus! Be that noir, fantasy, paranormal, some 90s rom-com vibes, whatever. Just… not of this current time period, lol

You got any ideas that go along these general lines? I’d absolutely love to hear them.

Go ahead and like this and I’ll reach out! I’m HUNGRY y’all, come play!!

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#canon/OC rp #as well as some non fandom plots! All M/F pairings. #canon/canon rp #M/F #mxf rp #smut rp #dark themes rp #drama rp #romance rp #20+ rp #SUCCESSION rp #or Matteson #stewy x OC #for a Romeo and Juliet inspired RP #HANNIBAL rp #Hannibal Lecter x Clarice Starling rp #STRANGER THINGS rp #Eddie x oc #Billy x OC #FALLOUT rp #THE BEAR rp #MARVEL rp #mcu rp #Loki x Sigyn rp #PHANTOM OF THE OPERA: Inspired by the book and musical #a theatre “ghost” is enchanted with a young new muse - actress #singer #whatever. Could be fun to do this in the traditional time period #or try something in like.. the Italian Renaissance #or 1910s-20s burlesque.

[sunflowerharrington]

My Favorite Poison - Chapter One

overall synopsis: billy meets a girl. billy and said girl hit it off. but like most things in life… they don’t always have a happy end. 99% of the time they don’t, but he’s holding onto that 1% like his life depends on it. and then everything goes downhill.

content warnings: swearing, fighting, cheating, arguing, typical highschool behaviour, n*il hargrove, implied sexual content towards the second half of the book, more content warnings to be added

author’s notes: please, be kind. it costs nothing. billy’s backstory is inspired by nate jacobs’ but billy actually turns out to be the good guy unlike nate. italics are thoughts (mostly). get your popcorn and enjoy watching these idiots bicker over a school project and other things —bee.

i’m super nervous about this one, i hope at least one person likes this story…

tagging: @myobmaya @steveslittlesunflower @thisishellfire @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @hellfirehaley @corrodedhawkins @quickiesgirl @taecube @eddies-bat @wzrlds @fxllfaiiry @liviawritesthings @eddiebillysteve @fleetwood-mac-demarco if you would like to be added, please let me know!

masterlist and playlist coming soon!!

part two

please do not copy or repost to another site or on your own blog, i have spent so much time on this

chapter one: cigarettes and new faces

AUGUST 29TH 1984, HAWKINS, INDIANA

He held the flame of the lighter at the end of his second cigarette of the evening, listening to the flick of metal hitting against metal. He inhaled deeply, leaning back against the cold wall behind him, his legs tucked up to his chest as he sat on the window cill. The boy let his fragile eyelids flutter shut, images of waves, sand and the bright sunlight coursing through his mind, reminiscing about his time in California. Wishing he could go back to his home.

Nothing could kill Billy quite like being stuck in a boxing ring in his own home, where he was the punching bag. His quote unquote “home” was practically a jailhouse. Not a home, but a house. But this was just four walls, four people, four fights every night which the person who actually started them all always blamed Billy for starting them. Everything was in fours for Billy Hargrove.

Until one person disrupted those even numbers. Ruining the order in the Hargrove household, ruining everything. According to Neil; a very unreliable source, who then began taking his anger out in a heinous way.

So Billy turned to drinking alcohol and inhaling toxic fumes from the cigarettes. Smoking that amount would kill him one day. It would eventually make his pearly whites rot and fall out and his jaw would also dislocate and fall off. But he didn’t give a shit. But he would in the next hour.

He’d rather die than be in Hawkins.

And exhale, blowing the smoke back into the bathroom, watching it brush against the cloudy window panes and the cracked mirror hanging on the door at the opposite end of the room, listening to the hustle and bustle of the outside world and god-awful music from a nearby car. The hardest part about it for him was the long exhale after inhaling the death threatening substances. He hated letting go, he hated relaxing.

But it didn’t matter what he was breathing in, he hated it. He would do anything to cut off all air circulation… Letting himself exhale and let go was what led him to be thrown into this hell on Earth, Hawkins, for eternity.

Sometimes Billy thought back to the day that everything changed in his house. He was twelve years old when his dad turned on him. Neil wanted to keep everything in order and was quite obsessive, but didn’t want to do any of the work. He was the man of the house after all, and whatever he says, goes. So he forced William to start working.

When he turned thirteen he started going by Billy. Around that time he also adopted healthier habits, except he started smoking and began consuming too much alcohol. At thirteen. He also adopted a rigid diet consisting of carbs, protein and cheap cans of beer from the fridge when his mom and Neil weren’t looking. His workout schedule included surfing, swimming and running the length of the beach.

He joined the Lenora Hills basketball team as a freshman, coming out as not only the star player at the year’s end, but the team captain too. And he loved it. He loved the attention and his mom’s praise, until Neil kicked her out of the house for reasons unknown to Billy at the time, and until Susan Mayfield and her daughter, Max, showed up.

Max was a fuck-up. Billy could tell Neil didn’t like Max; didn’t think she had guts, or a brain or half a fucking clue about anything in the world except how to skateboard and be a disappointment to everyone.

He didn’t talk to Neil all that much after the switch flicked in Neil’s mind to start inflicting his anger and pain onto the child. Billy didn’t like Susan either. She was weak and a pushover. Plus, she was an alcoholic and didn’t take care of herself. What a waste. Susan could have been his saving grace.

And inhale… breathing in the smoke and letting it fill his lungs, letting it calm your senses, and then exhaling slowly. He watched with half-lidded, slightly dazed eyes as the cigarette smoke filled the small room, coating the already thick air around him.

Susan insisted on him going out for the evening, so he found himself trudging to the nearest gas station, picking an unopened box of cheap cigarettes off the ground on his way. He’d gone out to buy some, so getting free ones was a win in his book.

He kicked open one of the bathroom stall doors and locked it behind him, taking a seat on the window cill with a thin coat of chipped white paint on it that had turned a murky yellow color due to… how long it had been there, he thought.

Billy moved to Hawkins with Susan, Max and Neil after Neil kicked Billy’s mom out. Moving into a new house that was a ten minute drive from the local middle school and high school. Though he would rather work out all day and swim in the community pool, working on getting his lifeguard training certificate, than going to school. He’d rather read a fucking Shakespearean tragedy aloud than attend school. He'd rather marry somebody he hated than attend school.

And now he found himself walking down a dark alleyway, freckles of blue sky peeking out from behind the clouds full of angel tears, a street lamp flickering above him, which was surprisingly more comfortable than locking himself up (leaving the door open three inches, he wasn’t allowed to close his door) in an almost empty bedroom that might as well have been a foreign country. And exhale again.

He’d heard stories about this town; about how two young kids went missing in the same week but only one survived, about how one man was forced to look after said child and his friends because their deadbeat parents were as useful as the pythagorean theorem outside of school. But he chose to believe none of it. Max on the other hand believed everything. Her lack of brain cells allowed her to do that.

Though her IQ still wasn’t as bad as Neil’s receding hairline.

And inhale. Inhaling this shit never burned as bad the second time around… Well, not as bad as the burn he received when he tripped down the stairs in his next door neighbour slash best friend’s house, when the bare skin of his thigh dragged and scraped along the carpet. When the only person who didn’t laugh at him could barely help him because they’d both smoked one too many purple palm tree delights that day.

And so is where he was now; leaning against a damp concrete wall near a girl his age and presumably her younger sister, who looked to be around Max’s age or slightly older. As he breathed in the cool air of the autumn evening, he watched as they completed their daisy chains using the flowers from the tiny patch of grass by the flickering street lamp.

The older of the two girls noticed him out of the corner of her eye and gave him a warm smile, one that slowly began to melt his heart without him even knowing it, little creases forming around her eyes. The little girl waved at Billy, but he didn’t have it in him to wave back. He felt like he didn’t deserve it after all the shit Neil said he did; after that time at the police station when Neil accused him of abusing his own step-mother and step-sister, when in reality the real monster was Neil.

But he couldn’t help but look back at the older girl, who had wrapped her arms around the little girl’s shoulders. She had long, ash blonde hair and pretty amber eyes. Her sun kissed skin had been injected with bright, colorful ink, and the drawings covered the entirety of one of her arms. A tattoo-covered hand moved to cup the younger girl’s cheek, her thumb wiping away a stray tear.

Panic set in for Billy. Did he make her cry? Was it because he didn’t say anything to her? Should he buy her an ice cream to cheer her up? A magazine? A movie from Family Video? He flicked his lighter out of boredom and to distract himself from his thoughts, blowing smoke out into the darkness of the late summer night.

It would be better if he didn’t say anything.

His cigarettes tasted like shit but they calmed his ever growing nerves. So he kept them up. The shitty doctor he went to with his mom told him that the injections they were going to give him would fix his addiction and calm his nerves, but boy were they far from right. They just made him even worse.

They did fucking shit to help him.

“It’s the pretty boy from the pool!” He heard the younger girl, the brunette, say quietly into the blonde girl’s shoulder. Muffled, but clear and loud enough for him to hear almost crystal clearly.

The tattooed girl smiled, pressing a kiss to the little girl’s forehead. “You’re right, El! You wouldn’t know who this is, but he reminds me of James Dean, in a way.”

Her voice was sweeter than candy, and it made Billy’s skin crawl. It was the first time she’d uttered more than a word. He couldn’t tell where she was from; the sing-song tunes of a Gaelic drawl mixed perfectly in with Midwest American that warmed him more than the sun beating down on his blonde curls in a hot summer in California. And he hated it.

James Dean? Wow…

Billy grinned, smirking as he heard the little girl, El, say that she thought Billy had heard what the girl with the sweet tatties had said. The older girl hid her blushing face in her hands while the other giggled, teasing her. “Why is your face pink?”

“It’s not!”

“Is too!”

“Is not, El!”

His heart sank as the little girl ran up to him. Should he apologize now? Should he compliment her daisy chain bracelet? Should he ask her about the brown-haired girl? Should he—?

“My friend thinks you’re really pretty,” she said, bouncing up to him, now standing not even a foot away from him, practically leaning against his body. His ears perked up at the sound of her voice.

Okay. They’re not sisters.

“I know I am,” he replied plainly, flicking his cigarette again, looking down into her glassy, deep brown eyes. Eyes that made him instantly relax, the tension in his shoulders disappearing as he sighed a quiet “thank you,” to her.

El beamed, but Billy hadn’t noticed, too busy looking at the other girl. He shifted in his spot by the wall and stared, admiring how she flicked her nails together. Maybe it was a nervous thing? However, she was a stunner. Skin like soft cashmere with a sunkissed glow, gleaming amber eyes and a full plush mouth. She had her almost pin straight hair pulled into a high ponytail with her bangs falling over her forehead, her ponytail secured with a blue scrunchie; Billy’s favorite color.

She also looked strong, her arms muscled but not as much as his, with her colorful sleeve, and she had the kind of full swishy hips a boy would love to grab a hold of. And she smiled like a pageant queen.

Billy hadn’t noticed that his fingers had tangled together, kneading each other like bread dough. He hated how pretty she was. She was so out of his league, and he hated that. He hated how he wouldn’t be able to sweet talk her into a date, hated how he wouldn’t be good enough for her even though he hadn’t even spoken to her yet.

Her glossy smile wavered, and she laughed, a sound that jingled in tune with the dangling earrings she was wearing. Ones that looked almost identical to Billy’s. The sound rang in his ears louder than anything ever had before.

Is this fate?

“Come on, El,” she said, beckoning the girl back over to her, her eyes locking with Billy’s for a moment. “I’m sorry about her, she gets really excited around boys.”

Billy opened his mouth, uncharacteristically unsure of what to say. He lived by the philosophy that regrets were for another day, not today. Or, at least for a minute after he’d said something that made him sound like a fucking idiot.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. I get that excited around pretty people too.”

Her smile broke, laughter bubbling in her chest. The sweetest sound in the world was worth looking like an idiot for.

“You do? I guess that means you’re not excited right now,” she said, her voice dropping, trailing off. “I mean, why would you be? El’s pretty but she’s twelve… But whatever you’re into...”

Billy shrugged. “What if I was talking about you?”

“You were?” Her pretty mouth fell open, letting out a short gasp. Billy’s brows furrowed; she was surprised he said that?

As Billy nodded, a huge smile broke on her face, pulling at the corners of her glossy lips. However, he felt his heart beginning to shatter as she tried her hardest to conceal that beautiful smile. Each time her smile broke, so did his heart.

And he fucking hated it. He hated how easily this girl had made him crack. He hated how she didn’t see herself as beautiful or worthy. He hated how she didn’t see herself the way he saw her.

She flicked her light gaze in his direction, the force of her smile so bright he almost had to physically rub his eyes to adjust; instead he just squinted them shut for a second longer than a normal blink. That was exactly how she looked to him: a vision. One so beautiful it could bring a tear to somebody’s eye. She had the beauty of Venus, the power of Aphrodite, the grace of la primavera di Botticelli and a smile with enough adoration it could power an entire twelve lifetimes of perfect, puppy love.

“Of course I was, doll,” he replied with a chuckle from the bottom of his stomach. “Have you met yourself?”

Billy smiled back at her, running his skilful tongue over his top teeth and bottom lip, which for whatever reason looked hot. Any time she tried, it looked weird and creepy. He made it look so effortless and so, so… so…—

Billy watched as a scarlet blush crept onto her cheeks, tucking a wayward strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, biting the side of her bottom lip to distract herself from… something. Anything. She could feel herself faltering under his intense gaze.

Billy also had to look away. The longer he looked, the more he felt like he was falling. He couldn’t explain it. It wasn’t just because she was too good looking for her own good. He’d met plenty of beautiful girls in his life, maybe a few who looked even more gorgeous than her, but nobody, in his entire 17 years of life had managed to knock him sideways like that that fast.

When he finally opened his mouth again, he was so busy trying to smooth talk her, that he may have insulted her. Fuck. Telling her she looked like somebody who would balance out his prettiness even after he called her beautiful. God, why won’t he stop fucking talking?

He was digging himself a grave 8 feet under instead of 6. Every word was more stupid and more flustered-sounding than the last.

But she laughed. She laughed at his stupidity, which was better than her running off with tears falling down her beautiful face. He’d take anything he could at that point.

He slowly walked over and sat down next to her, pulling his knees up to his chest as he’d done in the gas station bathroom. Bold move.

The swift movement only made the blush on her cheeks grow even more, and she now had no choice but to let him see that.

“What’s a sweet girl like you doing out here almost all by yourself anyway?” He asked after she failed to fully falter under his gaze. There was a party down the road

“I could ask you the same thing, Stud,” she replied, breath hitching in his throat as she scooted closer to him, his boots and her converse touching, something of a small spark igniting between the two as her right knee and his left knee briefly touched.

“You think I’m a sweet girl?”

“You know what I mean!” She laughed. Oh he liked the sound of her laugh.

But no. He hated it. No. Hate. Hate. He wasn’t allowed to like anything so why should he start now?

You don’t like her. Get that in your fucking head.

“What’s your name?” He asked, filling what might have been an awkward silence.

“What’s yours?” She challenged, her lips matching his cheeky smirk, politely deciding a cigarette from him when he offered.

He got to work attempting to roll a blunt from the back pocket of his jeans with his shaky fingers on the surface of the slightly damp ground next to him, cigarette dangling from his plush lips. He noticed her pushing her thighs together tighter than before, but never said anything, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable.

“Are you gonna make me annoy the shit out of you until you tell me, Stud?” Shit. Fuck. Double and triple times fuck. He forgot about that.

“It’s Billy,” he said, exhaling, the area around them filling with a soft haze of gray smoke, clouding both of their minds even more.

“Sloane,” she replied. “Got a surname?” I wish I didn’t. “…Or are you just Billy?”

His stomach leapt at the way his name rolled off her tongue so perfectly, and he gulped, covering it up by pulling his cigarette. The sound of her saying his name… It was cheesy as fuck but it sounded better than any song he’d ever heard. “It’s Hargrove.”

“Mitchell,” she said, slipping something into the pocket of his denim jacket, patting the fabric twice. “Always nice to see new faces around here, Hargrove… Well, I think you’re new, I’d notice a pretty boy like you a mile away.”

Pretty boy, huh? Looked like Billy was off to a great start.

…Until he fucked it all up. Just like he did with everything he ever went near. He was destined to not have nice things.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #stranger things angst #angst #fluff #stranger things fluff #meet cute #billy hargrove x oc #original character #billy x oc #my favorite poison #stranger things x oc #back on my clown shit #fuck neil hargrove and his hairline that looks like it was fucked with a weed whacked #whacker* #bee simps

[tiny-perfectlygroovycolor]

If Billy ever fucks me and I'm not sitting in a puddle of Billy's cum afterwards then I don't want it

#billy hargrove #Billy x oc #baby

[imaginebabygurl]

Prove it Dollface - Part one Billy Hargrove x Oc Reader

Hey yall Author here just wanted to say a Little something thank you for sending in your request it's really appreciated, so a few more thing I don't own any stranger things charaters or gif I use credit goes to the rightful owners and two please don't steal my work if you want to repost and sure and translate sure just make sure you give credit.

Trying make this one long but soooo tired)

@emmajoanknight-blog this is for you it's gonna be a slow burn as I put out more chapters. Hope you enjoy this one .

Summer Hawkins P.O.V

I'm Summer Hawkins this summer I moved from Toronto, Ontario in canada with bussling streets by day but as well as quite annoys beautiful colours of night life that food make you feel scared but safe. I would ride my motorcycle throughsmashing dure not to disturb the quite street's I encountered, it was a really nice way to clear my mind but now we moved to the quiet town but anything but normal small town Indiana, Hawkins.

The first day of class's I had to make introduction of myself, and let's just say I got bombarded with questions I so of them kind of questionable and complements rather sweet.

"Summer where do you come from?"

Summer do you really ride a motorcycle it's kind of weird for girls don't you want a car instead, girls aren't risk takers."

"You look rather strange."

(Wait what?)

All the questions from her peers were very overwhelming for Summer, but when she was about to respond the door to the english class slammed open causing everyone to grown silent...but just for a brief moment before you heard the guys groan in the annoyance and the girls cooed and make flirtatious gestures.

(Who the hell is this guy!? Who does he think he is fabio or something?)

Summer had though to her but she couldn't admit that she found him attractive like the other girls.

Summer was still in her own train of thought when Billy hargrove the guys she would soon to know spoke taking out the cherry lollipop that stained his lips a pretty pink.

" Hi miss sorry, I'm late."

Billy said with a dashing grin that had a hint of mischief that cause every girl in the class room to swoon, well almost and that was Robin herself. She just rolled her and made a gaging action for Summer to see,Steve along with the rest of the guys groaned in annoyance.

"Mr.Hargrove please take a seat and hand in your homework.

"Miss no can do, I forgot but I'll hand it in later."

"Billy makes sure its done this time now please take a seat. Summer is out new student and I want her to introduce herself so we can being."

With that said Billy was casualy walking past Summer he notice she was staring at him with a smirk on his face he stepped right in front of her and flashed on his charming smile.

Summer looked quickly towards her friends as they shook their head left to right and made X's with their arms not to engage with this strange, but soon Summer snapped out of it.

"Hey dollface I asked a question."

Summer could tell he looked slightly annoyed as the guys rolled their eyes and

"Sorry I spaced out for a sec, reI eat what you said."

"Sure thing summer is it?" He said kinda of in a sarcastic way.

"Yes."

Summer look around the room as the guys looked really annoyed Steve the most and most of the girls look like their heart was broken into a million pieces.

"Baby doll I said let's go out on a date. What do you say?" Billy proceeded to lean closer in her ear this time.

" Doll that yellow dress match your chocolate skin perfectly and its driving me crazy. I wanna get loss in your head of hair and those brown eyes so look innocent. I wanna make them cry for me while your on top of me riding my-"

" Stop right there!"

Summer was beyond shocked with her eyes wide as she thought to herself that this guy, she has never met in her life wants to take her out on date and then fuck her, she thought that was ludicrous.

A part of her was happy and it wanted to make her knees go weak. She wasn't small and petite like the other girls, she had thunderous thighs and wide hips, nice size boots and a some love handles and and some belly.

But their was also another part where she thought to herself, which was a little insecure and suspicious in her mind.

(You only want to fuck the fat girl? Absolutely NOT!)

"With all due respect no thank, I don't even know you or where you been. With all do respect."

As she tried to regain composure. Billy with a grin pulled her towards him, slightly squeezing her love handles. Whispering

"Your gonna be my babydoll, don't worry about these girls that act like bimbos, I like a girl that's smart and knows how to tease a man."

Billy squeezed a little harder on the emphasis on man and summer could a this point feel the massive boner the was hardening by the second.

"Baby one way or another you will be screaming,moaning and crying my name. I wanna see you cry for me."

With that Billy left Summer in a trans face flustered and skin warm. The poor in her stomach was hot and bother really wishing for more.

But as that interaction was done she could see the angry glares towards billy like they hated their guts, Steve shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. Mean while every girl looked jealous and wanted to be you in that moment, and if every girl in this school like Billy.

Summer knew that would cause more trouble for her, especially the so called popular girl carol.

Summer would realize the rest if the day, would go by in a blurr until it was time to go home she usually drove home with Steve and Robin because they both work at the same place but summer wanted to ride her motorcycle one last time before she put it away for the summer.

She said her good buys to her friends well everyone expect Nancy, but summer bearly got to see her besides hallway hugs and exchanges between class rooms but also at lunch.

Summer and Nacy compared their schedule and seen they had many classes together the next day.

She was in her own train of thought driving home when she heard the rumble of Billy's Camaro. He zoomed pass Summer on the empty strip and made a u turn blocking the lane home was this really okay though nobody came down this strip.

Summer was curious as to what he wanted and she stop. Billy took off his glasses either a lustful look in his eyes with another cherry lollipop in his mouth.

#stranger things x poc reader #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #robin buckley #nacy wheeler #billy x oc #stanger things #stanger things x plus size oc #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove smut #billy hargrove x female reader

[thewritersaddictions]

The Adults: Prom Night ‘86

The Summary: It's prom season and with that comes getting dressed up, and going out with your significant other. Don't you wanna see what happens? Warnings: Mature Content, 18+, Fluff, Angst, Drama, LGBTQA+ Community, Fem!Reader.

A/n: @firefly-graphics for dividers

Total Word Count: 17,038

Stranger Things Master List

The Adults Master List

Series Master List

Jonathan Byers- Lovers Lake (11/01/22)

Eddie Munson- My Queen (11/13/22)

Robin Buckley- In Silver (11/19/22)

Argyle- Weed Field (11/26/22)

Nancy Wheeler- Photography (12/02/22)

Billy Hargrove- Bench (12/18/22)

Steve Harrington- All Over (12/27/22)

The Adults- @yourfavdummy

Started on: 09/27/22-11/01/22

Completed on: 12/27/22

#prom seasons #fem reader #female reader #strangers things #fluff #stranger things x you #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy harringrove #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove #billy x oc #billy hargrove one shot #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things headcanons #stranger things 4 #wayne munson #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things season 4

[stardustmorozov]

Pairing:Billy Russo x Ignis Redwood (OFC)

"Just for clarity, you want me to break into his mind, on my own to put this in his head. I am sorry but that is suicide. Even if he isn't trained I would have to put him three layers under to even buy myself enough time to get what you want from him."

"He trusts you."

"Not to that extent."

"Then work on that. We don't pay you just to fuck him."

Inception AU OR Ignis is tasked with planting the idea in Billy's head that he needs to betray Frank, but she ends up falling for him.

#Inception AU #inception #Billy Russo #Ignis Redwood #OFC #Punisher AU #moodboard #aesthetic #my moodboards #disaster bi writes #Billy Russo AU #Billy Russo x OFC #billy x ofc #billy russo x oc #billy x oc

[lovemesomeeddiemunson]

Fugitive Houseguest

Summary: With the townsfolk gunning for Eddie, Steve and Dustin decide he’ll be safer under the care of an old friend. 

F! OC. 8657 Words. Oops.

Part 1 of 2.

Warnings:  MAJOR ST spoilers ahead.  Explicit sex scene in part 1 (Minors DNI.) There is also a hinted at sexual situation in part 2 in which OC is not in their right mind, which may make some uncomfortable. ST-esq violence. Slut-shaming (talking about that moment from volume 1, which was not okay.) Food eating mentions. Cursing.

Authors Note:  This started as a simple bandaid to cope with Volume 4. Definitely got away from me lol. It’s a fix it fic y’all!! As such you’ll see pretty clearly where I took some…artistic license to make the OC more central to the story. I hate myself sometimes I swear but this fic practically wrote itself. 😂 Much as I love my reader inserts, I felt that the protagonist in this fic just had too many specific traits to NOT be an OC. Also, some hints of OC X Billy and maybe even OC X Steve if you squint.  This is part 1 of 2, no further installments currently planned. 

Also, I am always looking for inspo, so I will absolutely take requests for one-shots, blurbs, and head canons. If you don’t have an idea and just wanna chat, that’s cool too! I promise I won't bite.

“Where the hell have you been?” Steve reprimanded the approaching woman as she threw her Chevy Cavalier into park.

“Went to see Raul.” She explained, still bandaged from the encounter.

Steve did a double take, eyes widening. He knew what that meant. “You do realize that it’s the end of the world, right?”

Yeah, she wanted to tell him, but it was the end of the world, again, and she would be damned if that meant canceling her appointment. 

Instead she just smirks. “You have your coping skills, and I have mine.” 

As he follows her to her front door of the cute house on the edge of Lover’s Lake. She unlocks it for him and lets him inside. “Did you at least come by it honestly?” Steve asked with raging sarcasm.

She snorts, playing along and upping the ante. “Unless trading some sloppy head for ink is ‘coming by it honestly,’ then I highly doubt it.” 

He nearly choked, which she’d hoped for when choosing her words.

Back in Steve’s car parked in front of hers, two people huddle together, whispering. 

The older of the two, a long haired boy she had not met before, asks if she’ll really be able to help.

The younger boy, Dustin Henderson, nods vigorously, explaining that it’s cool, she’s cool. The best, actually. The other man couldn’t be in better hands. 

Eddie huffs at that and exits the vehicle, following Steve and her inside despite the former’s insistence that he wait in the car, so he could bring the woman up to speed.

That didn’t look like what Steve was up to. To Eddie, it looked more like flirting. Gross.

“You wanna see it, don’t you?” He hears her tease Steve as he enters without knocking, the man’s arms crossed and expression put out.

“No!” He protested, too quickly, before his eyes flashed to Eddie, Dustin entering the house behind him. His voice dropped low all at once, jokingly. “Show me later.” He muttered under his breath.

She giggled, heading over to the fridge and pulling out several glass coke bottles. Handing one to Dustin first, that giggle is still in her voice as she asks the kid how he’s been, rubbing his cheek lovingly.

Dustin was flushing, even as he lightly protested. “I have to regretfully inform you that I must reject your advances; I have a girlfriend now.” 

The kid is totally serious, but the sigh she lets out is theatrical. “All the good ones are taken, huh?” She quips, eyes suddenly on Eddie, the act sobering. She seems to straighten up suddenly, down to business.

“So, we don’t speak for a couple months and you guys make it up to me by bringing me a person of interest in a murder investigation.” It’s said lightheartedly.

“Right so…His name hasn’t gone public yet, but we figured it’s only a matter of time. And if we’d managed to track him down at Reefer Rick’s then it’s safe to assume that others will too…We figured there’s nothing linking the two of you together so he should be safe here, until we can figure out a way to clear his name.” Dustin rambles. 

She takes a swig of the cola, humming thoughtfully. “…So, when you say, ‘End of the world’…” she eyes the bottle. “What’s the plan?”

“We’re…in the brainstorming phase.” Steve admits.

At that she starts to mumble incoherently - raising her voice louder to punctuate a sharp rant in Spanish, that has Steve objecting.

“English, babe, English. You know I can’t understand you when you talk like that. I’m not Robin.” He soothes.

“Forget it.” She dismisses. “Just…cursing my luck. In any case, I’ll harbor the fugitive. We can work out the details later.”

“It’s Eddie.” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest. “Eddie The Banished.” He adds dryly.

She gives a wave of her hand, “I’ll harbor the fugitive Eddie-the-banished.” She says, not missing a beat. Eddie cracks a smile for the first time in what feels like forever.

“Thanks Amilia.” Steve sighs in relief as Dustin gives her a big hug. She pats his back sweetly.

“Take care of him, yeah?” Dustin asks nervously. 

‘Amilia’ draws a small ‘X’ over her chest, right above her heart. “With my life.” She swears to him.

Then the two boys make their exit, and it’s just her and Eddie, standing about awkwardly. He racked his brain for something to say. Torn between letting the woman know he’s grateful, and spitefully insisting that he doesn’t need anything but a place to crash.

Instead of all that, he starts simple. “So, uh, Amilia was it?” Eddie questions. She nods. 

“You uh, you live here alone?” He asks. “I mean, uh, your boyfriend’s not gonna randomly show up and want to kick my ass, right?”

“It’s just me. Last boyfriend I had kind of got brutally murdered by a spider creature from another dimension 8 months ago.” The words are about as lighthearted as her clarification that Eddie was wanted for murder.

Eddie is surprised. He opens his mouth, and then closes it, sheepishly admitting. “I had a crush on the girl they think I killed…and now…my memories of her will forever be overrun by the sound of her bones snapping and the sight of her lifting off the floor.”

Giving a slow nod, Amilia takes in his downtrodden expression, voice soft. “Look at us, two traumatized souls, finding each other in this crazy world. What are the odds?” Spinning around, she grabs and raises her half drunk Coke bottle in solidarity. “To the fallen.” She toasts.

“To the fallen.” He agrees in slight surprise, touching his own bottle to hers.

Then she eyes him up and down, noting thoughtfully, “You know, you look like someone who could use a home cooked meal.” 

And Eddie is rendered speechless as she stands up and heads over to take some things from the fridge.

He watches in awe, as she brings out a cutting board, jumping as she chop, chop, chops, not looking up at him, tentatively asking. “What was she like?”

“Pretty cool actually. Nice.” Eddie says it casually, like these were passable qualities indeed.

“You like nice girls?” She sounded skeptical.

It made Eddie laugh. “Sometimes.”

“Sometimes.” Amilia mocks him.

“Well, what about you?” He counters.

“Sometimes.” She responds, a glimmer in her eye. “Nice is fine, but who wants it nice and easy all the time? Gotta say, I prefer a person with some range.”

Eddie finds this whole thing really odd. A week ago he was planning a brutal campaign, trying to think of how best to slaughter his friends.

Now here he was, on the hook for an actual brutal murder that he had only witnessed - in a woman’s house he’d only met today, agreeing with her on several fundamental levels.

Eddie wonders if he scratches under the surface any deeper, just how much more they’ll have in common.

“And he had range?” He smirks.

“He was a walking complexity.” She agreed.

The sadness in her voice - Eddie’s unsure if it’s akin to how he’s feeling. Feels deeper than what had happened with Chrissy. More raw. “Did you love him?” He wonders aloud.

She shakes her head. “Never got the chance.” A snort. “Still, the whole thing hurt like hell. I wonder if after that I’m even equipped to love anything beyond, like…a really good dog.”

“So cynical.” Eddie beamed in admiration. 

She doesn’t mind the accusation. “Think it might have worked out between you and your crush, if she had lived?” 

“Hell no.” He scoffs. “We came from two different worlds, for starters. And she also had this terrible boyfriend, who I’m sure is leading the search party for my head.”

“Yeah, well unfortunately for that guy he has to go through me first.” A threat if he’d ever heard one, Eddie hides his smile behind his drink.

She keeps cooking - more seasonings on one shelf than Eddie has in his whole trailer, which she used liberally. 

“So, Amilia, just how is it that you got mixed up with the likes of me?” He asks curiously.

“Hm...I think it’s just an added bonus to being mixed up with the likes of Steve and Dustin.” She laughs. “Yeah, we uh, we worked together to save the world a few times…This is just the latest installment.” Her smile falters. “Sucks' cause I thought it was all over. Now here they are pulling me out of retirement.”

“Well ‘The Hair’ was certainly happy to see you.” Eddie says it sharply, wondering why it bothered him, but unable to deny that he couldn’t get the interaction out of his head.  

“Steve?” Amilia laughs at the thought, shutting down the assumption. “Yeah I mean I guess that whole ‘bit’ came out of retirement with me. It's been hand in hand with us working together ever since we figured out a few years ago how riled up we can get Wheeler.” 

Eddie considered that, the confession shining a new light on their whole meeting. He’s intrigued.

He gets her to tell him more - about their dynamic, takes from how things were before - she tells it all. Even lets him in on Steve and Nance’s tragic love life which he could have done without.

In the end though, knowing about all the supernatural crap going on in Hawkins while he was unaware, he feels just slightly better about his chances. 

They’ve been doing this, apparently, for years. Finding a way out of it seems much more likely than when he was going it alone.

After they talk, maybe an hour or so later, Amilia places a plate in front of Eddie with chicken and rice, and he has to grasp every semblance of self control that he has in order not to let out an obscene moan at the first bite. 

He cleans his plate, leaning back in his chair until he sees Amilia rise from another seat at the dining table, headed to the kitchen sink. 

Eddie quickly scrambled to his feet once he realized her intentions. “Let me do that.” He protests gruffly.

When she gives him a funny look he takes the sponge from her hands. “Least I can do.” Is what he grumbles, gently maneuvering himself between her and a sink full of suds.

She flashes him a smile that sucks the air out of his lungs.

When the hour grows late, Amilia insists that Eddie take her bedroom, telling him that he’s been through too much to sleep on a stiff couch.

He refuses - punching a throw pillow to soften it and waving her goodnight with his many ringed fingers.

She huffs and stomps back to her room, and then she’s back, dragging a pillow and blanket with her. She stubbornly throws it on the floor in front of him, making him promise not to step on her if he gets up to pee.

Eddie laughs, commenting on how insane she is, but really he’s glad for the company.

He crashes, feeling oddly safe, warm. 

He isn’t sure how long he slept but when he wakes up he finds himself in an empty house, with nothing but a note left behind with the time she’d left, that she’ll be back in an hour, tops, and to stay put. 

Stay safe. She had emphasized the word, underlining it twice. 

Eddie smiles crookedly before shaking his head and checking his watch - she had twenty minutes before he grew paranoid.

Only eight minutes later, he hears a car pull up so he peeks through the window shades, only to see Amilia grabbing a trash bag from her back seat, hoisting it over her shoulder.

Eddie opens the door for her, offering a hand. “Thanks,” she tells him, handing the bag off.

“What’s all this?” He asks, following her where she collapses down onto the recliner in the corner.

“Open it up,” she suggests, instead of answering. So Eddie does so.

“These are my clothes,” he says accusingly. 

She merely shrugs, saying. “The crime scene isn't active anymore.” As if that explains it all. 

He’s stunned - it’s just another act of hers that shows how thoughtful she is. And Eddie isn’t used to being…cared for. 

Sure, Wayne leaves him cigarettes, money for food, and beer - but for all that, he doesn’t anticipate Eddie’s needs before he has them. 

“Thank you.” He utters softly.

“No big deal,” she deflects, waving a hand as if she might swat the gratitude away. 

“Did uh…did you happen to notice if my uncle was home?” Eddie asks, concerned about the older man.

She gives a shake of her head. “He wasn’t.”

Eddie isn’t sure if he’s saddened or relieved, hoping that the kids figure something out soon, so he can explain himself to Wayne. At the very least let him know he’s alright.

With new clothes in hand, Eddie takes a shower. Amilia directs him to a spare toothbrush under the sink and gets started on a simple lunch for the two of them.

When he emerges, toweling off his wet hair, he’s surprised to hear Judas Priest’s Love Bites blasting in the kitchen. 

Once Amilia notices his approach, she hurriedly apologizes through the familiar song, before turning it down, trying to be kind and telling he can play whatever he wants if it’s not his thing. 

But holy hell is it his thing, and Eddie is in awe.

What follows that realization is honestly…pure domestic bliss.

The two develop their own routine. She cooks him three meals a day. The two discuss music, books and movies. Eddie makes her laugh as much as he can, and thoughts of her invade his brain long after he’s supposed to be asleep.

By his third evening with her, he can’t take it anymore. As she sets his plate down in front of him, he catches her wrist very gently, tentatively sliding his fingers through hers.

When she raises a brow at him, he suddenly blurts. “Have dinner with me.” 

She raises an eyebrow in confusion, remarking. “I was planning on it,” Only for Eddie to shake his head, flushing. “I…I mean, like, have it with me.”

Understanding washes over her at the implication. She keeps her teasing tone to hide the nerves suddenly threatening her voice. “Eddie, are you asking me on a date?”

Eddie offers his most charming smile in reply. “So what if I am?”

There were several ways she could think to respond to that - but she had to admit, she was flattered. 

Eddie’s face falls a bit. “If I’m out of line at all…”

“You aren’t.” She promises. 

He lights up. “Good, because uh…I really like you.”

“I really like you too.” She tells him, her confession causing him to make a face at his plate. 

“Sure, I mean what’s not to like?” He tries to make it sound like a joke, but visibly cringes.

“Oh you know. Just a nice guy - smart, funny, easy on the eyes.” She shrugs innocently.

“Nice?” He gasps. “Are you saying I don’t have range?” Laughs and eats more of his food.

“Yet to be seen.” She tells him, which he takes as a challenge.

“You think you’ve seen it all, hm? I hate to break it to you, you know, but there is a difference between domestic Eddie and bedroom Eddie.” He winks at her.

She holds a hand to her heart at the scandalous suggestion, derisive. “Well I wouldn't know from the first date!” 

Eddie chuckled. “Alright, say I wanted to show you…how many dates are we talking about?”

“Five?” She says innocently.

“Five?!?” He blurts out, suddenly standing dramatically, waving his arms about. “Okay, let me think. The other day when you kicked my ass at Torpedo Run, that counts. We also watched a movie last night with popcorn. And today we got high and listened to Peace Sells, and I’m sorry sweetheart but if that’s not romance then I don’t know what is.” 

She giggles at him, agreeing. He snaps his fingers thoughtfully. “Okay, I got it. One fifth date, coming right up.”

He disappears into the living room. “Eddie! I was kidding.” She complains.

“No, no.” Amilia hears him protest, as he starts rearranging the furniture. “We’re doing this.”

She follows him out there. He looks through her cassettes, plucking one from the pile. “Oh, this is too perfect.” Eddie chuckles. “Why would you even own this?”

He slips Elvis’ Blue Hawaii into the cassette player, to her horror.

“Oh god Eddie!” She complains in embarrassment. “I’m pretty sure this was my mother’s at some point before I was born.” 

He laughs at her. “Our mom’s would have gotten along. Now come on. You brought it into this house, now you have to dance with me.” He doesn’t take no for an answer.

So she lets him pull her in tight, slowly swaying her along. Though his feet don’t really leave the floor, he’s actually not a terrible dancer.

Like everything he does, he commands the room. And Amilia’s fixation with him doesn’t go unnoticed.

After a minute he asks softly over the ukulele. “Can I kiss you? I really want to kiss you.” 

She gives a small nod in return, “Yes.” 

Eddie smiles and leans down, pressing his lips against hers.

It’s slow, and sweet, and she’s melting in his arms thinking how she’s never fallen apart so easily, with such a simple act.

The power this man holds…Eddie smiles into the kiss - a bit cocky, like he can tell, holding her tight like he can’t get close enough.

Her arms wrap around his neck while the two kiss passionately in her living room. 

And then the song is over and Eddie is aggressively spinning to turn off the tape, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“So,” she asks, her eyes flickering back towards her bedroom. “You wanna…?”

“We don’t have to, you know? I was only joking earlier. I can give you five real dates. Longer if you want.” He’s sweet, and completely serious. 

He must have more optimism than she possesses, assuming that the two of them would get that kind of time. Amilia didn’t have the luxury of being so sure. 

“I want you.” She tells him. And damn if that confession doesn’t almost cause his undoing right there on the spot.

He kisses her again, leaning down to grasp the underside of her thighs, picking her up where she wraps them around his waist, allowing him to carry her to the bedroom in between heated kisses.

He lays her out gently on her bed, breaking the kiss to ask, “This okay?”

She nods eagerly, pulling him back in. “Want you.” She repeats against his lips. Eddie groans softly. 

“Want you too.” He admits, and that much is obvious. Still it’s nice to hear while he’s crawling on top of her. 

Then Eddie’s hand is wrapped loosely around her throat, and he’s kissing her like he might never stop.

He loves how responsive she is beneath him, the sweet sounds she makes and the way she eagerly rolls her hips against his, hands running through his hair.

Eddie kisses every bit of her exposed skin, stripping her of her shirt and bra in quick succession.

He mutters how beautiful she is, perfect, perfect for him. And latches onto her nipple, sucking eagerly on the one before alternating, always playing leisurely with whichever his mouth isn’t attached to.

She writhes beneath him, crying out at the overwhelming sensation and Eddie smiles into his work. 

He lets go while she pouts, kissing down to her ribs and back, laughing against the skin of her collarbones, his face buried there, tracing every line of her tattoos with his tongue.

“Eddie, please.” She grumbles, and she can feel his laugh reverberated through her, causing her to tug at his hair playfully.

He groans aloud at the sensation, causing a mischievous smile to appear on Amilia’s lips as she gives another experimental tug.

He whimpers.

Then he’s batting her hands away, grinning at her, long hair falling down to curtain either side of her face.

Her brain is fuzzy. She’s drunk off of him, intoxicated, when his tongue plays lazily against hers.

Amilia makes him back away so she can take his shirt off, mumbling compliments about his tattoos, but he’s too impatient to let her appreciate them.

He’s tugging her jeans down her legs, burying his face in between her thighs before they even hit the ground. 

His teeth pierce the soft flesh of them, nipping harshly and then peppering soothing kisses. Doing nothing to help the deep ache she feels in her core.

She lets out an impatient sigh of his name, tugging on his hair again, and suddenly he’s giving what she wants, easing her panties down her legs and tossing them carelessly to the side with the rest of her discarded clothing.

Almost too slowly he pushes his tongue inside - and she’s not sure which it’s meant to be, the torture or the reward. 

He teases until she’s writhing and then he’s licking her fully and properly, tongue flattening out as he makes long strokes through her wetness.

She cries out when he adds a finger, slipping it inside while she rides his tongue. When he’s bold he adds another, filling her up just right and sucking on that little nub that has her teetering on the edge.

Eddie is almost disappointed when she comes - not wanting to stop tasting her, but then she’s dragging him away, crying out from the over-stimulation, and begging him to be inside her, and well, she’s really pretty like this…

Her hands eagerly fumble with the handcuffs he’s using as a belt buckle, and then she’s pushing his jeans and boxers off his hips giddily.

She reaches into the nightstand, Eddie taking the offered condom from her, tearing it open and rolling it onto his weeping cock, lining himself up with her once he’s fully sheathed inside it.

He fills her up, letting out helpless moans at the feeling of Amilia gripping him so demandingly. Cursing and sweating while she begs him to fuck her properly.

And how could he refuse?

He works himself in and out a few times before slamming back in, the harsh thrusts each accompanied by the harsh smack of Amilia’s headboard against the wall.

He drives into her, changing pitch and pace for whatever she begs for, harder, faster, slower, deeper - gives her everything.

While he thrusts he rubs on that sweet sweet spot just at her crest until another orgasm is crashing over her, drawing him in.

Eddie grins, pulling out and flipping her over, guiding her onto her hands and knees. 

When he slips back inside she’s moaning helplessly into her pillows. 

Not having that, Eddie gently winds his hands into her hair, pulling her up by it so he can hear the explicit sounds she releases as he pounds into her from behind.

Her cries and screams encourage him as he absolutely rails her, feeling her grow impossibly tighter still.

It’s not long before he’s stuttering in his movements, giving a few more sloppy thrusts before he comes, hard, against the cry of her name.

Eddie thinks he might have even blacked out for a second.

Wincing when he pulls out of her, he disposes of the used rubber in the small trash bin at her bedside before collapsing next to her.

She rolls onto her back with breathless panting, and they meet each other’s eyes at the same time, big grins splitting their faces.

“So…what’s the verdict?” He asks innocently.

“You look real pretty in the afterglow, Eds.” She teases, mushing his cheeks and avoiding the question.

He laughs. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Humming softly, she reaches out again, ecstatic when he receives her, actually pulling her in closer, burying his face in her hair. 

She confesses. “So, domestic Eddie is actually not a far cry from bedroom Eddie.” He was too sweet, through and through. Despite how rough he could give it to her.

“Hey!” He whines loudly, seeming inclined to remind her of that fact, making her laugh.

“But! You do have range.” She readily admits.

“Thank goodness.” He sighs, planting a kiss on her lips.

The two of them cuddle up the rest of the night, a tangle of limbs and tattoos, falling asleep in a bed for the first time since they’ve met.

The next morning Eddie wakes up, disturbed when he rolled over and she wasn’t beside him. 

He gets up slowly with the intention of going to find her, stretching and yawning and pulling his discarded boxers on before walking out of the bedroom. 

She’s in the kitchen, wearing his shirt and scrambling some eggs. It makes Eddie’s heart ache.

He wraps his arms around her waist, resting his chin atop her head, murmuring good morning.

She tilts her head back to smile at him widely, and he presses a quick kiss to the tip of her nose.

Eddie thinks he could get used to this, being in hiding, if it means everything that comes with it. Food, sex, good music, and the present company that he isn’t sure how he ever lived without.

Still, all good things must come to an end. 

That night it comes in the form of the unmistakable sound of a car pulling into the driveway. 

At the sound, Amilia gets up and looks out, past the window curtain. It’s not Steve or one of the kids.

“Eddie, I see varsity jackets.” She tells him, letting the curtain fall closed.

“Shit, how the hell did they know to look here?” He blurts, jumping to his feet.

“Go, hide in my room. I’ll get rid of them.” She orders, shoving him towards the bedroom door.

“What? Fuck that I’m not leaving you with them.” Eddie complains.

“I’m not asking.” She presses. “Seriously, Eddie, go. If there’s a chance they don’t know you're here yet, we have to take it.” She pushes him away before going to answer the knock on the door to the two basketball players on the other side. 

“Can I help you?” She asks with a sweet smile, reminding herself that there’s no reason that she should be defensive or angry at their presence. Wary, maybe, as a woman living alone with uninvited guests, but no more than that.

“Sorry to bother you, ma’am…” Jason starts.

“Ma’am?” She laughs. “Jason, I tutored you in Spanish when you were a sophomore and I was a senior, remember?”

“Oh. Right. You look…different.” He confessed.

“Grew my hair out.” She jokes, since it’s always been this long. What she hadn’t had before was the tattoos - at least not the currently visible ones - the creeping vines blooming across her shoulders and collarbone. “Anyways, what can I do for you?”

“We were looking for some people - Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Mike Wheeler…we know they come around here sometimes.”

She frowns innocently. “Sorry, but I haven’t really seen the kids since…well I guess since the mall burned down. Their regular babysitter’s hours got freed up since Scoops Ahoy is gone.” 

“Hm.” Jason said skeptically, his eyes narrowing.

She raises an eyebrow. “I mean…you’re welcome to look around?” Then laughs. “But all you’re gonna find is some refreshing lemonade.”

Amilia turns and heads inside. “Let me get you some for the road.” She’s not asking, pouring the drinks into plastic cups for the two goons, and walking them outside.

Jason won’t drink, but Patrick does, not feeling so great when he suddenly cries out in pain, bending over, cup still in his hand, clutching his abdomen.

“You poisoned it!” Jason accused, glaring at her in turn, grabbing at her arm roughly.

“It’s just lemonade!” She protests, grabbing the red solo cup from Patrick and taking a huge drink. “See?”

“No,” Patrick gasps. “Wasn’t the lemonade…I’m fine.” He explains weakly.

“What the hell are you trying to pull?” Jason snaps at her.

“Me? I literally just gave the guy a drink! What the hell is wrong with you?” She snaps right back. 

“I know you’re lying.” He snarls, getting in her face.

She glares right back at him. “Carver, get the hell off my property.”

“Let’s just go.” Patrick utters softly, he doesn’t look so hot.

“No! She’s hiding something.” He growls, stalking back toward the house.

“Oh for fucks sake!” She snaps as he bursts in, heading straight for the bedroom like he was reading from a map.

Patrick trails behind apologetically, but when the door opens, Eddie is nowhere to be seen. 

Jason searches the whole house. Eddie’s gone.

“Did you accomplish what you wanted? Fucking prick. Get out of here before I call the cops.” She snaps, bluffing, but knowing that cops scared people like Jason. 

As it is he’s flustered, pointing a finger at her. “This isn’t over.”

“Dude, there’s nothing here, get a grip.” Patrick insists, all but dragging him out.

“Don’t you get it? She’s with them! A devil worshipper!” She can hear him shout as he’s wrangled into the car..

She watches them leave, biting her lip, knowing that she can’t search for Eddie until the two leave, but hoping he’s safe. 

He was, but not for long. His disappearing act had only bought him a little time.

When he had snuck out the back during Amilia’s conversation with Jason, not trusting the man not to search the place, he took cover in the boat that came with the house.

When they went to get in their car, Jason spotted him in his rear view mirror, huddled down in the dark. “Look!” He tells Patrick. “There!”

Eddie hears, pushing off the shore, trying the engine to no avail, only to have to try and row away as Jason scrambles from the vehicle.

Amilia heard the commotion, leaving the house and heading parallel to Jason, into the woods.

Jason all but drags Patrick to the shoreline, shouting at him, as they shed down to their underclothes, jumping in and swimming after Eddie.

They gain on him quickly and Eddie stops paddling.

“Hey stay back, man! Stay back!” Eddie yells, wielding the oar like a weapon as Jason approaches.

He turns back to Patrick to yell at him for not keeping up. “Come on, let's go, we almost have him!”

The other boy treads water and Jason calls his name. It’s the last thing he says before Patrick is dragged under.

He rises out of the water then, up into the air where he hovers, body bending and snapping.

Eddie backs up so far in the boat that he falls in. 

Amilia bites back the scream threatening to tear its way out of her throat, hugging the shore line as she keeps moving, moving toward Eddie.

She barely registers Jason collecting the mutilated body, bringing it to shore.

She’s trying to keep an eye on the older man, tearing through the woods until she finds where he’s emerged, clambering soaking wet from the water.

“Woah!” He shouts as she nearly crashes into him. “Woah, easy.” 

“Gotta hide.” She says breathlessly.

They run a considerable distance away, and then the two of them spend the night in the woods. Stealing blankets from a nearby clothesline, they huddle together for warmth, leaned up against a large oak.

Eddie holds her close, her trembling much more intense than his despite his wet state. He murmurs words of comfort to her, kissing her hair, and eventually she falls into a restless  sleep in his arms.

In the morning the two of them keep moving, trying to find a way to contact the others when Eddie decides to steal a walkie talkie from a construction site.

It takes over an hour for them to meet the pair at skull rock - and they come bearing bad news. Vecna had gone after Max - his third attempted victim - unsuccessfully, during the morning before the guys had made contact. 

“Jesus,” Eddie complained, head in his hands.

“Well, we're one step closer. We know how Vecna attacks. And we know he’s doing it from the Creel house.” Max resolves, explaining how they’d gone poking around in it. “So now we just need to sneak into his lair in the Upside Down and drive a stake through his heart.” 

Robin scoffs. “If he even has a heart.” 

“A stake? Is he like a vamp? Is he a vampire?” Steve asks in borderline excitement.

“It was a metaphor.” Max rolls her eyes.

“A bullet should work on him, right?” Eddie chimes in.

“I say we chop his head off.” Lucas offers.

Nancy shared her agreement. “Yeah I’d say all of the above, but we can't do any of that 'til we find a way into the Upside Down.” 

“We need El to get her powers back.” Max sighs.

“Everything was like, way easier.” Steve agrees, looking to Eddie to explain, “We had this girl. She had superpowers….”

“Superpowers. Yeah, you mentioned her.” Eddie said gruffly, thinking how useful that would have been and watching Dustin pace back and forth. “Hey, uh, Henderson's not, uh, cursed, is he?”

“Cursed? No, no. He's fine. Mental? Absolutely.” Steve uttered sarcastically.

As if to emphasize that point Dustin suddenly stops, turning sharply to yell, “Boom!” The exclamation echoing as he points at Steve, walking closer. “Bada… bada… boom. I was right. Skull Rock was north.” 

Steve almost throws a fit. “Seriously? You're serious?”

“Mm-hmm.” He says smugly.

“This is Skull Rock. Okay?” Steve gestures to it. “You're totally, absolutely, 100% wrong. Right now.”

“Yes. And no.” Dustin says as Amilia raises a brow, looking on incredulously. 

“Oh my God.” Steve moans, head in his hands.

Dustin gestures to his compass. “This worked correctly when we left the Wheelers'. Correct when we got in the car on Curly. But it started to slip the further east we went. Now it's way off. When I was leading us here, I wasn't wrong. The compass was.” 

“So you're using faulty equipment. You're still wrong.” Steve argues, hands on his hips.

“Except it isn't faulty.” Dustin turns to his friend. “Lucas, remember what can affect a compass?”

“An electromagnetic field!” The other boy realizes.

“Yep.” Dustin grins.

“Uh I’m sorry, I must've skipped that class.” Robin deadpans.

“In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power.” Dustin explains. “So either there's some super big magnet around here, or…”

“There's a gate.” Amilia realizes.

“But we're nowhere near the lab.” Nancy frowns.

Dustin clasps his hands together. “But what if, somehow, there's another gate? A gate that we don't know about. It'd have to be smaller. Way less powerful.” 

“Snack-size gate.” Robin theorized.

Steve glances her way. “How? Why?”

Dustin shakes his head. “No idea. All I know is that something is causing this disturbance, and the last time we've seen anything like it, it was a gate. And I hope it is because then we'd have a way to Vecna. And a shot at stopping him from taking another victim.”

“Where are you going?” Steve starts to shout after him. “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Eddie's still a wanted man. Amilia’s compromised, we can't just go hike in the woods.”

Dustin holds up his compass. “This little steel capsule might be the key to saving everyone.”

“Fuck it, I’m in.” Amilia walks to Dustin’s side, grasping his right shoulder. 

He looks to his dungeon master since he has the support. “What say you, Eddie the Banished?”

Eddie has a hand resting on the side of his face, lost in deep thought. “I say you're asking me to follow you into Mordor…Which, if I'm totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea.”

He glanced up, “But, uh, the Shire…The Shire is burning.”

Dustin starts to bounce beneath Amilia’s grip in excitement. Eddie stands. “So, Mordor it is.”

So the group all goes traipsing through the woods, finding that the wonky compass is leading them right back to Lover’s Lake. Eddie stops Dustin from walking straight into it.

“This is confounding.” Dustin exhales at the sight before them.

“There's a gate in Lover's Lake?” Max questions.

“Whenever the Demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening. Maybe Vecna's the same way.” Nancy speculates.

“Yeah, only one way to find out.” Steve says, before the gang rustles up a boat and some oars.

Eddie and Steve place it down in the water as Steve chastises Eddie for his manner of handling. “Easy. I…I said easy, man.”

“Sorry, dude.” Eddie grumbled. 

Robin places a hand on both their heads, stepping over them and into the vessel. Eddie’s next in, offering a hand to Amilia and Nancy, pushing against Dustin’s chest lightly when he tries to clamber in after them. 

“Hey, hey, hey, you trying to sink us?” This thing holds four people tops, okay?” Eddie scolds as he sits next to Amilia.

Nancy instantly agrees, adding. “It's better this way, okay? You guys stay here. Keep an eye out for trouble.” 

“You keep an eye out. It's my goddamn theory!” Dustin protests.

“You heard Nance.” Amilia tells him as he whines. “Who put her in charge?” 

“I did.” Amilia responds simply. 

“Compass.” Nancy holds a hand out, Dustin handing it over, only for him to call out once in aggravation Steve jumps into the boat after pushing it off. “You said four!”

“Sorry.” Steve whispers as the older kids all row away.

“Bedtime at nine, kiddos.” Robin called, spotting the finger Dustin flips her. “Miss you already!”

As they all head further into the lake, Nancy eyes the compass. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down. Slow down, guys.”

The compass has gone haywire.

“Guys, what's going on?” Dustin says over the walkie-talkie. “Come on, talk to me. What's going on?”

“Uh, Dustin, your compass has gone

from wonky to wonky with a capital "aah!"” Robin utters.

Nancy’s eyes widen as Steve starts to take his socks off. “Steve, what are you doing?”

He continues to undress. “Somebody's gotta go down and check this out. And unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then…It's gotta be me.”

Amilia snorts. “You can’t even hold your breath longer than I can.”

“That’s true she can hold her breath for a really long time.” Robin reminded him. 

“I know I know!” Steve almost laughed. “I remember.” He winked at her, and Nancy squirmed in her seat. “But, they say fresh tattoos shouldn’t be fully submerged in water for at least two weeks after application. Isn’t that right?”

Amilia rolls her eyes, arms crossed over her chest. “Smart ass.”

“No complaints, all right?” He stands in the boat and sheds his shirt.

“Hey, I'm not complaining. I do not wanna go down there.” Eddie grumbles, wrapping a flashlight in a plastic bag for Steve and wishing him good luck.

“Thanks.” Steve says.

Eddie starts to light a cigarette up from the stress, but Robin snatches it with a complaint of “Gross.” Tossing it into the black water that Steve is staring out into.

“Steve,” Nancy stops him. “Be careful.” He nods, and dives in, beginning his exploration.

After a short period, Robin asks “Where we at, Wheeler?” Her eyes on the surface of the water.

“Closing in on a minute.” She tells her.

“Okay.” Robin mumbles.

Back on the shore, Dustin, Max and Lucas duck and hide from approaching police men.

Steve bursts through the surface again while the older kids are none the wiser, all of those in the boat exclaiming in surprise. 

“I found it!” He announces. “It's pretty wild. It's more a snack-size gate than the mama gate, but still, it's pretty damn big-” he’s cut off as something drags him under water, pulling him down with a hash jerk.

It startles all of them, the boat lurching dangerously. 

“Steve!” Amilia calls out in horror as Nancy shrieks the same name - over and over again.

Eddie protests, “No! No! What the hell was that, man?” While Robin looks at the other two girls, asking. “Really, what happened?”

“Jesus!” Eddie screeches before anyone can answer, Nancy standing up. Amilia offers her a hand the second she sees her intentions.

“Wait, wait, wait. You're not going in there, are you?” Eddie objects.

“Just…wait here.” Nancy orders as Amilia tries to soothe Eddie’s fingers away from her hips that he’d latched onto, a bit too insistently.

“No, Nancy!” Robin screams as the other girl jumps in. “Nancy!”

“Goddamn it!” Eddie curses when he loses his grip on Amilia, watching her head for the edge. “No, no, no, no, no, no. What are you doing? She said wait.” 

“So stay put then.” Amilia tells him before she jumps in after her. Moments later Robin readies herself to go after them all too. 

“Are you kidding me?” Eddie shouts. “Don't you go. Don't you…” she ignores him completely.

“Goddamn it…Son of a bitch!” He screams, standing and stomping his foot. “Oh, this is so stupid. This is so stupid. This is so stupid. Shit! Shit! Shit!” He falls into the water more than jumps in.

On the other side Steve is fighting for his life, and losing until the rest of the group shows up. They all fight against bat-like creatures, until the bat’s numbers diminish.

“Steve!” Nancy sighs in relief.

“Jesus Christ. Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie curses, throwing down the oar of a boat that he’d been using to slay the things.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asks Steve, ignoring the other man’s theatrics.

“Well, they took about a pound of flesh. But other than that, yeah, never better.” He tells them all as they sigh in relief.

“Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?” Robin whispers.

“What?” Steve asks at the same time Amilia mutters how “They better fucking not.”

Robin swallows. “It's just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear. And I think we should probably get you to a doctor like really soon because once symptoms set in, it's too late. You're already like dead.”

Robins concerns are interrupted by a loud shrieking from the sky. Everyone looks up to see more bats converging, landing in front of them with hisses and snarls.

“All right. There's not that many. We can take 'em.” Steve says before quietly adding, “Right?”

As he does so the sky fills with more, and Amilia mutters. “You were saying?”

Nance glanced behind them all, formulating a plan. “The woods. Come on.”

“Great. More running.” Robin grumbles.

The five of them hide from the bats, waiting until the sounds of the swarm have died down. 

Steve nearly collapses as the adrenaline wears off, and Nancy makes him sit, tearing her shirt up to bandage him.

Robin talks rapidly at Steve while she does so, more for her own nerves than anything else. “So the good news is I'm pretty sure wooziness is not a symptom of rabies…But if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms or you start feeling aggressive, like you wanna punch me, let me know.”

“Robin.” Steve chokes out.

“Yeah?” She asks.

“I kinda wanna punch you.” He confesses.

She exhaled loudly through her nose. “Sense of humor is still intact. That's a good sign.”

Nancy bandages Steve up tight as Eddie crawls to the top of a rock, taking in the Upside Down. “So, uh, this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?”

“Pretty much,” Nancy says.

Amilia hisses softly at Eddie. “Watch out for the vines. It's all a hive mind.”

“It's all a what?” He asks.

“All the creepy crawlies around here. They're, like, one or something. Step on a vine, you're stepping on a bat, you're stepping on Vecna.” Steve explains, hand to his side.

“Shit.” Eddie grunts, moving very carefully.

“But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people?” Robin asks the resident Upside Down Experts.

“As far as I understand it, yeah.” Nance agrees.

“So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate.” Robin rationalized.

“I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin.” Steve mutters. “But guns, yeah, sure.”

“Well, we don't have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns, in my bedroom.” Nancy offers.

“You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?” Eddie asks skeptically.

“Full of surprises, isn't she?” Robin breathes.

“A Russian Makarov and a revolver.” Nancy explains.

“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one.” Amilia grumbles, remembering how this mess had all started back in 83’. 

She’d told Steve he was an ass who deserved to have his face bashed in when he and some of his loser friends had put up graffiti that Nancy was a slut. 

Then she’d gone ahead and persuaded - threatened him, really - to go apologize, riding over with him only to find Nancy holding a gun at him when she followed the sound of an argument.

That gun had just as quickly turned to her, while Johnathan tried to talk Nancy off the ledge. And then the lights were flickering, the Demogorgon was approaching, and the rest was history.

“Me too.” Steve remembers.

“You almost deserved it.” Nancy smirked at him.

“Totally.” Amilia agrees, her soft smile accompanying the exchange, and Eddie doesn’t like the way she looks at Steve like that.

He throws his vest harshly his way. “For your modesty, dude.” He says sarcastically.

The ground suddenly rumbles and shakes, knocking Amilia into Robin, Nancy into Steve, and Eddie to the ground.

When the earthquake stills, a loud roar tears through the silence.

“Yeah so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me.” Eddie admits, scrambling to his feet.

“Yeah, me too.” Robin seconds, and so they head for the Wheeler's house. 

Robin’s up ahead, complaining loudly to Amilia and Nancy as they lead the way through the woods, leaving Steve and Eddie talking softly behind them.

Eddie murmurs, “Still super jealous as hell by the way…Which is why I would never have jumped in that lake to save your ass. Not under any uh, normal circumstances.” He glanced at Amilia, shaking his head. “Nope. Outside of D&D I am no hero. I see danger and I just…turn heel and run. Or, at least that’s what I’ve learned about myself this week.”

“Give yourself a break, man.” Steve slaps his chest lightly.

Eddie stops walking, hands gesturing ahead to the girls to make his next point. “See? The only reason I came in here was because those ladies came straight after you…Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind. But Wheeler right there, she didn't waste a second. Not one second. She just dove right in. Now, I know what happened between you two, and if I were you, I would get her back. 'Cause that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.” 

Steve opens and closes his mouth, unsure of what to say. And then the world rocks on its axis.

“Here we go again.” Eddie says through gritted teeth.

Up ahead Amilia curse’s Vecna’s mother in Spanish, and when all of them scramble up and on with their journey, the Wheeler house is soon spotted in the distance.

When searching it for weapons, it’s discovered that the house is trapped in a version of itself from 1983 - the year the gate opened.

Before all of them can settle in their impending doom though, those upstairs can hear Steve yelling down below. 

“Dustin!” He calls out, the rest of them rushing to him. “Dustin! Dustin, can you hear me!?” He screams into the silence.

“Steve - what are you doing?” Nancy asks. 

“Shh! Just listen.” He orders, gesturing to the space around him.

Sure enough all of them hear Dustin talking, starting to shout out for him too, searching the space for a sign of where he is.

Right side up, the kids are at The Wheeler’s after they’d been caught and interrogated by police - and even worse - their parents. 

“All right, either this kid can't hear us or he's being a total douchebag.” Steve decides.

“Will found a way.” Nancy huffed.

“What?” Steve asks.

“Will. He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights.” She explains.

“Lights?” Steve repeats as Nancy moves away from him. “Yeah,” she growls, trying to flick a lamp on and off.

“The switch. Try the switch.” Steve tells her, and she does. “It's not working.”

“Guys?” Amilia questions softly, seeing small glittering dust around the chandelier. “You seeing this?”

Slowly the five of them all approach it, hearing Dustin speak faintly. Nancy is the first to reach up and touch it, her fingers skimming along the shimmer. 

“Woah,” Eddie agrees, as the rest of them reach up to do the same.

“It…Tickles.” Steve sounds weirded out.

“It kinda feels good.” Robin smiles.

Nancy dropped her hand. “…Does anyone know Morse code?”

“No.” Amilia, Robin, and Steve say with shakes of the head. Nancy looks down in disappointment.

“Wait, does SOS count?” Eddie asks innocently, wide eyes landing on Amilia’s smile. “Is that…is that good?”

She could kiss him, instead nodding eagerly.

He taps S-O-S repeatedly in Morse code against the chandelier, alerting Dustin, Erica, and Lucas on the other side.

From there they brilliantly rig up a Light Brite for them all to communicate through. Dustin suggests that there are gates open at every murder site.

And so the rest of them all bike to Eddie’s trailer, looking for what they hope is another portal, unguarded by Vecna’s creatures.

The kids ditch their parents and the cops, biking to Eddie’s on their end, before using a broom handle to burst through the barrier of his living room ceiling.

Celebrating in triumph, Dustin leads the charge, using Eddie’s mattress as what looks like it will be a landing pad.

When it hits the ground above them, Eddie addresses the group. “Those stains are uh…I dunno what those stains are.” 

Amilia clicks her tongue, Nancy making a small noise of disgust and Robin one of indifference. As it is they’re much more concerned by Dustin, tossing a makeshift rope of sheets their way, suspended by wonky gravity.

“All right pull on it, see if it holds!” He calls up, Robin being the first to tug, and then the first to climb up and out, where she falls.

“Oh thank god! That was fun.” She laughs.

The rest all look at each other, Nancy making the climb-turned-fall fearlessly. And then Eddie’s had enough of this place, saying “All right, I guess I’ll go.”

“Easy, easy,” Steve murmurs as he and Amilia both watch his ascent.

Then Eddie touched down on the mattress, hair crazy as he sat up. “That…was fun.” He breathes out, slapping his hand into Dustin’s to help him up.

Amilia catches his eye as he smiles up and down at her, her heart fluttering torridly. 

Steve catches her attention, saying, “See you on the other side.” Always having to be the first into danger and the last one out of it.

Amilia ruffles his hair playfully, grabbing the sheets and wriggling up it with a small boost.

There’s a dopey smile on her face still, feeling the whoosh of air when the ascent becomes a fall, expecting to hit an unforgiving mattress but instead falling a lot longer and a lot farther than she should have before landing on cold, hard, ground.

“Oh!” She gasps, hearing a clock chime. One, twice, three, and then four times.

She hears the slithering sound of a maniacal laugh, the darkness surrounding her indicating that there is no way that she’s landed in Eddie’s room.

- Read Part 2 here.

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[talesofphantombandits]

Before there was Six, there was Zero.

Hello my beautiful people! So this has been in the works for a while, I'm currently on a week holiday from my big girl job so thought I would take some creative time to finish this and hopefully finish editing the OG Zero To Six. It warms my heart so much to see people still reading ZTS daily on here and on Wattpad (where it's got 68k reads, 1k votes and 276 comments) so to bring you a new little piece of the puzzle makes me extremely excited. Love you all, and thanks again for showing Zero and Four so much love <3

I thought I would tag the old supporters from the last chapter of ZTS so if you're tagged and you aren't bothered about this anymore I'm deeply sorry for bugging you! And please let me know if you would like to be I tagged. I hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night <3

Warnings: Swearing, Violence.

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The only thing she could feel was how her lungs burned as she ran and still then it wasn’t fast enough, but nothing could stop her as she could hear the angry shouts in the distance getting louder and louder and yet there was no way back. Skidding into a alley way she looked for somewhere to hide herself until she was sure the man had passed, ducking behind a dustbin just in time. Peaking around, she could see him stop in front of the alley it was almost like he could sense that she was there.

Eventually he seemed to moved on to which she let out an audible sigh now that she knew she was finally alone and out of danger.  Just to be safe she waited for another good five minutes just to make sure that he had actually moved on. Calmly she started to hoist herself up from behind the bin and started to make her way towards the entrance of the busy street. Just as she was about to turn the corner, he suddenly popped out from seemingly nowhere and stood firmly in front of her. 

“Shit.” She started to take steps backwards, hoping that she wouldn’t bump into anything as she kept her eyes firm on the man in front of her. But he only followed, mocking each step she cautiously took.

“Hey sweetie, you can’t hide from me, I will always find you. I promise that.” He tried reach for her but she dodged out of his way just in time, throwing a punch to his stomach and sending him to the floor. 

She started to run again, only to trip when he reach out a hand and grabbed onto her ankle which in turn slammed her to the floor. 

She jolted awake and found herself bolting upright in bed, chest socked with sweat as she breathed heavily.

Looking to her bedside table where the alarm clock blared at her she saw that it was only 3am, sighing she rubbed her face with the palm of her sweaty hand. Another nightmare. She had, had them a lot recently ever since her parents had passed away, but for some reason they seemed to be getting stronger as time went on this one being the worst. She was meant to be at the cafe at 7am for her shift and to meet with Tim so she honestly didn’t see any point in going back to sleep. It would probably just be filled of more nightmares.

Things had been rough recently. Scout had been in need of money and being a hacker came with specific skills that specific but sometimes scary people where in need of. But most of the time it was the people who were being hacked that she had to worry about and her past few jobs had been very suspicious, but money is money and she need it to survive. That and she trusted Tim to keep her safe.

Luckily she hadn’t run into any trouble as yet, but the dreams she kept haven’t felt like someone was trying to tell her that she was playing with fire and she was eventually going to get burnt.

Scouts life had always been complicated and strange, enough that she was used to anything people could throw at her. In two days time her and Tim would go about their biggest job, with the biggest pay off they had ever got. Of which most of the money she wanted to save but there were a few debts she needed to pay and then that would be the end of them and she would be free.

She was sceptical of the job at first when Tim had talked her through it but then he mentioned how much the guy would pay she thought to herself why not, they had probably been through worse. But how wrong she was going to be. But one bad thing can lead into something amazing that will change your life forever.

"You look tired."

"Gee Tim, thanks for pointing out the obvious!" Scout put down Tim's fourth coffee of the day, he'd been in since 7am which was when she had started and was working on notes for the job. "Says you on your fourth coffee."

He just smiled up at her. "Yeah well these notes aren't going to write themselves."

She looked over at her boss who looked like he was deep in conversation with a difficult customer one that had short dark blonde hair that was sort of slicked back and even from where she was standing she could tell his eyes were a deep ocean blue, she’d been stealing glances at him ever since he came in.

She decided to take a seat across from Tim and try without annoying him too much to get some details about their mission that he’s been keeping very secret about for months now. "How far have you got? We nearly there?"

"Nearly! but We'll talk about it tonight. Cant talk about it here, too many people you never know who might be listening." He peered over the top of the laptop giving her a scowl. "Go on bugger off and do your job I need peace and quiet if this is to go smoothly!"

"Geez okay crabby! I'm going, I should take that coffee off you." He didn't respond, nor even look up at her again so she walked away shaking her head in disbelief. She headed back to the counter where her boss now stood alone at the cash register, she was surprised and saddened that the mystery handsome man had seemingly left before she could get one last good look.

She didn’t know it then but the next following weeks would bring her much trauma and pain but this evil was necessary for her to die and be reborn again into a new family that would actually care and love for her the way she’d always wanted to be loved.

That and she’d gain the most important person she’d ever met, or had they already met? And they didn’t even know it.

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[itsladyliv]

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS MAKES ME GO SOFT™

Soooo, for the past week I've been reading Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down, which is just GREAT. Like, I don't even have words to describe it. It's kinda self insert, with eventual Steve/OC---

But anyway, Kate and Billy though. Their relationship is something I've never read before in the stranger things fanfictions, his grow as character is very believable and they left a mark in me!! It's probably because it's very platonic (mostly on her side, but you know,,) and @asirensrage 's perfect writing. So, yeah guys, go check it out. 🥰

#fic: tammy thompson takes on the upside down #also punching her way through the abusive relationships #saving sad boys #being a model to young girls #all that on the verge of a breakdown what a queen 👏👏👏 #comfort fic <33 #stranger things fanfiction #asirensrage #steve harrington #steve x oc #billy hargrove #billy x oc #also #let's ignore the low quality uuuhhhh #i'll try edit something with steve next!! promise

[lithium80writer]

The Fence (A Billy Hargrove Short Story)

Chapter one, Chapter two, Chapter three

Chapter four: Your Billy

⚠️This is a darker story. ⚠️ Billy Hargrove short story. This story will focus a lot on Billy's abuse from his father and Josephine's mental and sexual abuse from her stepfather. Can these two lost souls find sanctuary in each other? Trigger warnings ⚠️: Descriptions of sexual assault in first person and domestic abuse. Language. Thoughts of self harm and suicide. Disturbing topics. Smut. ⚠️ This story is not for everyone but more an emotional release for me. Thank you for reading. 🖤 Upside down doesn't exist. Max is not Billy's sister. It's just him and Neil.

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Billy's POV

I walk outside and I see a little envelope sticking through the fence. My heart speeds up and I walk a little faster. I quickly tear it open and see her delicate handwriting. Cursive. Shit.

Too fancy for me but I slide down my back against the fence and squint to read her small handwriting.

**** Dear Billy,

I was happy to get your letter. I'm sorry for disappearing. I am okay. Is your eye better? I hope so. Your letter caught me by surprise. It made me feel happy. I don't feel that a lot. So, thank you. Write back soon.

Your friend from the other side of the fence,

Josephine.

**** Josephine. It's even prettier. I made her feel happy. Billy Hargrove made someone happy. And someone made Billy Hargrove feel happy. What the fuck is going on?

There's that care again. Jo, asking about my eye. Maybe I'm not delusional.

I stand quickly and dust the dirt off of my jeans. I head inside and straight to my room trying to avoid him at all costs. I light a cigarette as I put pen to paper. And there it began. Our friendship.  My first real friendship. Little by little we learned about each other.

She asked me questions about me. My favorite things. How I was doing. My life in general. And for some reason, I told her. I was honest. But it started to feel fake. I wasn't being fake but it didn't sound like Billy Hargrove.

Not everyone's preconceived notions about me anyways. She wouldn't like the real me.

The hardest letter I ever wrote to Jo:

**** I need you to know, Josephine. I'm not a good person. I'm angry. I fight a lot. I drink a lot. I cuss too much and I smoke a pack a day.. at least. I'm so fucking angry. But I don't feel that way when I write to you. I feel calm. I feel at peace. But I don't want you to have some fake image of me built up in your head. I'm not good, Jo. I'm not a good person.

Billy

**** I waited for her reply anxiously. I thought maybe she wasn't going to reply. Every day I checked the spot. It was empty. I fucked up. I pushed her away. I was too honest.

Then finally, I saw it. Placed in between the wooden posts. I lit a cigarette and prepared for the worst. I held the envelope in my hand for what felt like hours. Fucking open it, Billy.

**** My dear Billy,

Anger doesn't make you a bad person. You have every right to be angry. You make me feel good. You make me feel happy. You brighten my life more than anyone ever has. Could a bad person do that? I don't believe so. Everybody has their faults. Please don't be so hard on yourself. I like you. Even the rough parts. I have bad parts too.

Your Jo (I hope that's okay.) ****

I was overwhelmed with a sense of relief. She didn't hate me. I didn't push her away. And I was completely honest with her.

My Jo. It's more than okay, baby.

I began to open up to Josephine. All the crazy thoughts I have, I let them pour out to her. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because I can't see her. It's not face to face. Normally I would have been embarrassed. Or thought I was being a pussy. But it felt good. And she wasn't judging me.

Billy the fucking poet. But it felt different when I wrote to her. I was able to slow down my thoughts, not just spit out whatever smartass remark was always on my tongue. I could tell her what I was really feeling. On my bad days, I wrote a little more. Sometimes on my worst days, I didn't write at all.

Her letters were scarce. Only coming twice a week. But her words were always beautiful. Well spoken and kind. Sometimes I'd have three written by the time I got hers.When I asked her why she avoided the question. Come on, Josephine. Let me in.

I opened up to her and she opened up to me, a little at a time. Though I know she's still hiding things.

She doesn't like to talk about her stepdad much. But there was one letter that stood out. Two words. The Monster.

What has he done to my Jo?

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Josephine's POV

Letter after letter. Thought after thought. Feeling after feeling. I poured my heart out to the boy on the other side of the fence. I didn't tell him everything but I told him when I was having extra bad days.

He told me when he was feeling down. He told me he wasn't good. I knew that wasn't true. I wanted to help him see that he was good.

Billy became a safe place for me to land. I didn't have to talk to my tree as much, though I still did. I told her all about Billy.

In one letter he called me sweetheart. I felt a flutter in my heart that I'd never experienced. I wanted to be his Jo. And I told him that. He responded in the next letter with "your Billy." I cried reading it.

In one of his letters he mentioned wanting to help me. I want that more than anything but there's nothing he can do. I want to see him. I tell him that regularly even though I know I can't.

Today I sat against my tree and opened Romeo and Juliet. I've read it now three times cover to cover. This time with Billy's letter was a small flower pressed flat in the pages. It was beautiful. I wonder if he thinks I'm beautiful.

I think he is. I didn't get to see him for long but his face is burned into my brain. I picture him sometimes at night when I close my eyes. Lately I've been having other feelings about him. Feelings that make me ashamed. Feelings that make me feel guilty.

I want to ask him if he's ever had sex. If it felt good. It's supposed to, right? I had a dream about Billy. I woke up feeling tingly. I'm confused. And scared. And curious. Maybe one day I'll ask him.

I leave the flower in its place, not wanting to destroy it. I decide I'll keep it forever. He ends up sending more. Little ones here and there. I have quite the collection of them now. They're my favorite thing.

*******

A few weeks later, I got another letter. Billy says he has an idea. It was dangerous. But maybe it could work.

**** You won't be able to see me but you can hear me. And I can hear you. What do you think, Jo?

Your Billy ****

I think yes. I think my heart might explode. I think I'd give anything to see those eyes again but for now.. hearing him will have to suffice.

**** My dear Billy,

Anything to hear your voice.

Love, your Josephine ****

Masterlist 🖤

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[therapycat21]

Oh The Naïve-Chapter 6- NO!DEMON!DEMON

Billy x OC! Flora Harrington

Word Count: 589

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The sound of crickets chirping is the only sound that gives me comfort on my way home. I really had hope Billy would be different but I guess as usual it was false hope

 (something I always tend to have)

I was ripped from my thought by the trees starting to blow wild. I quickly stop my bike and take a look around me to make sure I'm okay, all I see is the set of trees near my street going wild, but when I think about it, I don't feel a breeze even though its late October at night. 

I hop back on my bike and peddle the rest of the way home, the stinging on the back of my head feels like something is looking at me all the way to the front of the house.

I quickly put my bike away and make the path to the front door, once I unlock the door I spin around in fear from hearing what sounds like an animal screech but all I see is what It looks like snowflakes falling and everything slowly starts to turn a grey. I look to the sky and before I can have a thought.

Everything goes black.

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I awaken with a gasp and quickly look around, I'm in the comfort of my bed, how? Well obviously I don't know. 

I scan my surroundings to try and make sense on how I got in my bed. I get out of bed and see Oro asleep in his cloud cat bed and quickly make my way over to my window. The sky is the same as it was yesterday morning, it no longer looks like it's snowing or everything is grey.

I make my way over to the door and open it slowly, you know to make sure no demon pops out at me. After scanning the corners I run to Steve's door and through myself into his room, Steve is sprawled out on his bed literally almost hanging off, I push the urge to push him a little more off the bed away and tap him on the face a few times to get him to wake up.

"wha! what's going on?" Steve's sleepy voice resonates through the room.

"Steve, How did I get in my bed last night?" I urgently whisper to him

"what do you mean? you literally walked right past me last night and went up to bed" he looks at me confused. Instead of making him even more confused I decided to just go along with it, maybe I did do that last night.

"oh okay, sorry I guess I just had a brain fart" I try to give him a smile but it comes out more grimaced then anything.

"are you okay Flora?" he looks at me concerned

"yeah I'm fine, seriously I think I just had a bad case of the brain scrambles" I slightly smile and scramble to make my way back over to my bedroom to get ready for school.

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Authors Note: hey yall!! just wanted to check in and see if yall are enjoying or not? I made this character more ditzy but will def defend anyone she loves and has quick wit so I hope yall enjoy that!! Please remember to not be a ghost reader and I will be uploading another chapter tomorrow.

Also this story does follow the show in some points but not all it will have some story lines that are not connected to the show at all but a lot of the show will be featured, don't worry!

#billy x oc #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove

[roadkillremi]

Catch Me.

Billy Loomis X F!Reader X Stu Macher

MasterList

Warnings : MINORS DNI,( the following is all consented ) degrading, tying up, chasing around with a knife, chasing through woods, language, exposing the readers chest, a small grinding moment

Summary : Billy and Stu love to play their little games on Reader. This time it's a game of cat and mouse in the woods. But what happens when she makes it past the woods?

Billy reflected his sick games onto you all the time. He would pick out clothes for you to wear. They would be the most feminine and dainty things. This time it was a white night gown that went to your ankles. Billy smiled at you, "So pretty.". You looked up at him, "Billy I wanna go to bed.". He looked at you, "and leave me alone?". You darted your eyes around the room.

"No- I'm just tired." You whined. Billy shook his head, "You should have thought of that earlier. Before you called me all needy and shit.". You looked down ashamed of yourself, Billy grabbed your chin.

"It's okay, baby. Let's play a game, hm?". You looked up at him, "Billy I'm bad at games." You whispered.

"Shh, not at this one. Now let's play one of your favorites when we were kids.". Your eyes widen and you shook your head.

"Yes. Let's play cat and mouse in the woods." He grabbed your wrist taking you outside. You breathed heavily, you were sure it was another psychotic break from his mother leaving. He walked to the border of the woods.

"You run. I count to 15.".

"What about Stu?-" you whispered. Billy looked into the woods, "You know what happens when I catch you. So Run.".

"Billy. I'm scared." You said softly. He looked over at you, "Do you know what to say when you're uncomfortable?". You nodded, "What is it? What's the word?". You swallowed, "Parrot." Billy nodded, "Now run." He demanded. You took off wincing at the pain of your bare feet hitting the sticks. You glanced behind you, nothing yet. You stumbled down a hill tripping onto your knees. You hissed in pain, you heard Billy's boots against the leaves. You stood up quickly trying to find a hiding spot. You darted around finding two big rocks to hide between. You hated to admit it, but you loved running from Billy. He knew it and that's why he did this to you. You heard a low whistle and foot step. You looked down at the ground trying to steady your breath. Billy squatted by one opening of the rocks.

"Found you."

You crawled out the other end and ran off. You knew if you ran far enough you'd make it to Stus house. And you'd win.

His heavy steps were close behind you. The cold air stung your lungs. You pumped your arms faster as you saw Stus house in the distance. You felt relief in you and tried to run faster in the field of overgrown grass. Billy's footsteps grew faster and louder, you stumbled upon the porch. You banged on the door, "Stu! Stu! Open up!". Stu opened the door and you ran in and slammed the door shut. Stu looked at you a bit surprised.

"What's wrong?" He asked. He held you close to his lanky body.

"Someone's chasing me!" You panted, a knock on the door echoed. You shook your head, "Don't answer it, Stu.". Yes I backed up from him as Stu opened the door with a soft chuckle. Billy walked in and looked at you.

"This is the farthest she's made it..." Stu said with a wide smile. Billy nodded, "It is. She usually trips so God damn much.". You backed up into the couch causing you to fall. Billy and Stu walked into the living room looking down at you. Billy squatted, "What now, Bunny?".

"I-I won!" You fussed. Billy smiled and gently grabbed your chin.

"So naive. So dumb. So Pretty. That's why you're our final girl." He said grinning. Stu sat you up right, "Look at your dress it's all dirty.". You looked at Billy, "He made me wear it.". Stu put his finger on his chin, "Better take it off so I can wash it.". You shook your head, "No.". Billy stared at you, he leaned into your ear.

"Are you still wanting to play?"

You nodded, he backed away before standing up.

"Stu take her upstairs." He demanded. Stu grabbed at your hips, you pushed him away getting up. Stu took out his pocket hunting knife flicking the blade up. Billy gave Stu a small nod, you ran up the stairs. Stu laughed running after you, "Come on! Don't be scared, baby!". You ran around the hallways before locking yourself in a bathroom. Stu banged on the door, "Let me in!". You stayed silent, "I know you're in there.". The doorknob jiggled aggressively before it went silent. You stayed there waiting for a sign of him. You slowly creaked the door open looking down the hall. You stepped out silently walking, Billy pushed you against the wall.

"Get off!" You fussed. Billy smiled, "Got her.". Stu huffed, "I wanted to catch her.". Billy glared at him, "Then handle the brat.". He threw you towards him, Stu grabbed your wrists and pulled you into his room.

"You're okay with this?" Stu asked softly. You nodded, "Yes, Stu.". He smiled pushing you onto the bed, Billy walked in holding rope.

"Let's see if she wants to be a rope bunny for us.". Billy grabbed your ankles. You kicked at him trying to fight it off. He smacked your leg leaving a red sting. He tied your ankles together tightly. You kept fighting against Stu as he tried to grab your wrists. He put his knife up to your neck, you stopped fighting him. You stared up at him instead, Stu smiled and grabbed your wrists tying them together.

"What now?" You ask softly. Billy tilted his head to the side, "We hurt you." He smiled. Your eyes widen, he chuckled "Don't worry.". He grabbed Stus knife dragging it down your nightgown.

"It won't last long.".

Stu stood above you staring down at you. He grabbed your face smooshing your cheeks.

"Don't worry, sweetie. Its the stuff you like.". He let go of your face and back away with a wide smile. Billy pushed your ankles up revealing your underwear to the two men.

"Seems like she's enjoying it." He smiled. He put his knee onto your clothed cunt. He pushed it down watching you whine beneath him.

"Poor little whore. So needy for us." Billy whispered. Stu watched intensely, "Should've thought twice before calling us. Telling us how much you wanted us." Stu cooed. You groaned causing Billy to apply more pressure. You moaned softly grinding against his knee. He smacked your thigh causing you to yelp.

"fucking whore." Billy muttered. Stu hiked up your night gown more revealing your chest.

"No bra either." He tsked looking back at Billy. You grunted, "Asshats" you Whispered. Both the boys looked up at you, "Let her go" Billy Whispered. Stu backed up obeying Billy. Billy got up and left the room, Stu followed. You stared at the door and yelled their names.

No answer. You yelled again and again until your voice grew tired. After what ft like hours Billy walked in.

"Done being a little bitch?"

You nodded, he cut the top letting you free. He gently picked you up out of the bed carrying your tired body out of the room. Stu was in the hall waiting for you, "Is she okay?" He whispered. Billy shrugged carrying you downstairs laying you on the couch. Stu kneeled down to your level.

"Did we go too rough?"

You shook your head, "No, just tired.". Stu nodded before sitting on the couch snuggling you. Billy sat on the other end, his hand placed firmly on your thigh.

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[demon-lover-669]

Slashers: *puts Y/N in an escape room to test their skills*

Y/n: *happily kissing the security camera when they notice it*

Slasher: *smiling the talks over the speaker* baby you have to try and escape….

Y/n: but it’s so cozy in here

Slasher: *sighs and goes to get their partner*

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[hardysbitch]

Soooooo, aren't we gonna talk about this?

@/thatbabybunni on twitter

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