#i really wanna explore him outside hawkins

[pcrfectstorms]

if anyone wanted to maybe reply to my eddie open that’s set post vol 2 with him moving to indianapolis and one of his old friends showing up at his place after he kinda isolates himself from everyone… that would be neat xD

#❛ shit talking ❜ [ ooc ] #maybe? #k thx bai #i really wanna explore him outside hawkins

[pinkeoni]

During his emotionally charged speech in the van, Will says one particularly potent line.

"When you're different... You feel like... a mistake."

This line is highlighted visually by the camera shifting positions to outside of the van, a shot that is only used one other time to punctuate the end of the scene. This line holds extra weight and the show wants you to know it.

I already made an analysis on the word mistake and what that means for Will, but I want to look at the word different, which feels emphasized in the delivery of the line as well.

"When you're [pause for effect] different..."

It's popular headcanon among st fandom that "everyone in Hawkins is gay!" which sometimes bleeds from into their belief of real canon. Sexuality headcanon lists suddenly are seen with an air of truth to them, and a number of fanon queer ships are accompanied with evidence of their supposed endgame status.

I realize that this is kind of a... weird post to make. I'm not really making this to tell people to stop doing something, this is more of just a rattling off of some opinions I've had for awhile.

I do wanna start off with the obligatory: Do whatever the hell you want. I'm not here to stop you from doing something or tell you that you are wrong for thinking that a character is gay or for shipping something. You are allowed to ship whoever you want, think whatever you want about any character, any ship I don't like I have filtered. But I'm also allowed to not like these ships, or disagree with how others view certain characters. Just as others are allowed to have and express their opinion, I'm also allowed to have and state my opinions on the opinion website.

I think the important thing regarding Will being different is the fact that he is different. As my good friend @karenchildress once put it, if everyone were queer, it would cheapen the message the show is trying to give. Sure, the show displays a variety of ways of being different, but being gay is, among other things Will has been through re: being taken into the Upside Down, is Will's way of being different in Hawkins.

And of course Robin is gay as well, and while there is some crossover, the lived experiences of a gay man is different from that of a lesbian woman, which the show does touch on. Will's story is part of an extended AIDS metaphor, and Robin struggles to gain the attention of women in a world that seems to revolve around the attention of men.

It might be nice to have a moment between Will and Robin, although that alone won't solve Will's problem, i.e. his belief that being different makes him a mistake. Cause that's the thing: the resolution is that being different is a good thing.

If everyone character were queer, this would cheapen the message. Suddenly the resolution isn't that being different is a good thing, but that he isn't different after all.

So then, are queer stories meant to have only token characters?

I think it depends on the type of story, and what it's trying to say. Heartstopper has an eclectic queer cast, but it's also a show that embraces finding community and other people like you. Sex Education has a variety of different sexual identities, but it's also a show that aims to explore a lot of different perspectives.

And there are also queer stories where the queer character's disposition, and their struggle because of that, is a big part of the story. I believe this is what this show is trying to do— highlight Will's difference and how that pertains to his personal struggle and the resolution of that.

One argument that I hear against Will with powers is the idea that making him more different would be bad for his character, because he hates being different. But the thing is, Will is going to learn that his differences are a good thing, which may include any possible powers.

Of course Will isn't the only one with powers, and he also isn't the only gay one. El, Henry, and Kali all have powers, and Robin, Vickie, and Mike (and maybe Henry? I haven't seen TFS myself so I'm not commenting on that) are all gay. So while he's not alone, these things are still a rarity. It's not a case of a headcanon list with mostly everyone gay and some token straights.

"Characters are not straight by default."

This sentiment isn't unique to the st fandom and also didn't originate within this fandom, but it is something that I hear often. And it's... not really true, although it kind of depends on the piece of media we are talking about. It might be easy to say this about a show made in the 2020's, although this same sentiment is hard to state about, well, most shows made before the 2020s. And even then, it depends on what the show is going for.

People being not straight by default is a true statement in real life. You shouldn't assume a sexuality for anyone, gay, straight or what have you. But characters are made by people, and people have different biases on how these characters should be written. Calling the Duffers "two straight men" would go against what I just said, although I don't think that the show was written with everyone being gay in mind. Aside from the 4 (maybe 5) I listed, the other characters are not written to be queer. They just aren't.

All of the queer characters have arcs that feature their queerness. Will's queerness has been mentioned since season one. Robin's romance becomes part of her plot in season 4, and Vickie is introduced as her love interest. Romance has always been an important facet of Mike's story since season one, and his failure in a straight romance is highlighted in seasons three and four. Chekhov's painting of season 4 seems to solidify a gay Mike.

Elmax and Ronance as endgame options not only have no lead up but are also mean spirited towards Lucas and Vickie. Elmax gets together, breaking up Lumax, which has been built up since season two, and Lucas is supposed to be okay with this because????? Ronance get's together, effectively writing off a queer character that the show had introduced, and she can't even fulfill the reason she exists in the first place? Rockie is not the most well developed relationship out there, but it's the one that the show has decided to go for. Maybe Ronance could work, in an alternate universe where the show actually wrote that in.

For those that argue that both Max and Nancy are queer I simply... disagree. And you can disagree with me too, we'll both just agree to disagree. I'm not against headcanons, which are usually harmless, but also usually driven by the desires of the headcanon-er and less so the canon of the show. Which again, is fine, but it's also these headcanons which are being used to drive an argument for actual show canon. Usually the argument for any character being queer that wasn't already listed in canon rests solely on vibes, not any concrete evidence that may suggest actual attraction to the same sex.

More substantial evidence usually comes when someone applies a queer lens to a certain character, but an interpretation can be different from authorial intent. And sometimes, the viewer may be so focused on the metaphorical, that they fail to see the literal.

I do think that you could easily apply a queer lens to El's story. Her story is about, in her words, "not belonging," in society, having to remain in hiding, and deviating from feminine norms. I can easily see how you can derive a queer message from this, but all of the traits listed above are a result of her having powers and being raised in a lab, not being attracted to the same sex. Metaphor alone cannot prove that she likes girls.

Going back to Nancy, Nancy's romantic options are between Jonathan and Steve, although the show seems to make it clear that it's going with Jonathan in the end, what with Jancy holding hands at the end of season 4. Steve get's brought up in conversation between the two, alluding two some unresolved tension that's likely to be brought up in season 5, and Robin is... at the high school with Vickie. That is the end of the season establishing the arcs and romances for the final season.

"Gay people didn't exist in the 80's."

That's an argument on the opposite end of things that just isn't true, although I've also heard the counter for this argument, that gay people did in fact exist in the 80's, as evidence that everyone is gay. I'm not really here to argue whether or not gay people existed in the 80's (they did) I'm just here to argue what I think the canon of the show is presenting.

That being said, the show taking place in the 80's is still significant. It may not be a hyperrealistic depiction of the 80's, but the show does seem to understand the idea that at that time, it was very difficult for gay people come out and to start relationships. It's the reason that Robin can't just go up to Vickie and ask her out, and it's the reason that Will can't just say that the painting is from him. It's the reason why Mike hasn't quite yet left his relationship with El and accepted himself. It's the reason why Rockie has to discreetly flirt through peanut butter sandwiches. A character who hasn't had queerness built into their plot, or a relationship that has no buildup, isn't suddenly going to become canon in the last season.

I was talking about this once with a friend who used the show Only Murders in the Building as an example. In the shows second season, Selena Gomez's character is revealed to be bisexual and dates a character that Cara Delevingne plays for most of the season. The show doesn't build up to her character being bisexual, she doesn't come out as such, the other characters don't make a big deal out of it, she just is. So why can this show do something like that but Stranger Things can't?

Well, Only Murders is a show that takes place in present day, and is a light-hearted comedy (albeit with murder). A character suddenly being bisexual with no set up makes sense for the tone that the show has established and when it takes place. Stranger Things takes place in the 80's and establishes within it's first season and maintains it throughout that gay people get killed and are seen as social pariahs.

It's not that I don't understand where the desire to have more characters be queer comes from, especially characters that people already like and relate to. I don't think it's harmful to think that these characters are queer, I'm making an argument purely with regard to authorial intent and the actual outcome of the show. Again, feel free to disagree with me and continue to do whatever you want, these are just some thoughts that I have had on my mind for a while and wanted to put out.

#well this has been sitting in the drafts for a while #sorry to focus on the female characters #i would write something about steve but i also just. dont even tough that side with a ten foot poll #anyways #dont feel obligated to read all of this this is a post for me than anyone else #stranger things #conclusion is a little flimsy didnt really know what else to add or how to wrap it up tbh

[sxrenityy]

the scoops ahoy incident

eddie munson x f! reader ♡ (NSFW)

❝Looks so good, yeah looks so sweet; baby you deserve a treat.❞

- Or you and Eddie Munson go to Scoops Ahoy in an attempt beat the heat. Then, Eddie gets some ice cream on his shirt and the two of you go to the back to get him a spare.

Shenanigans ensue when clothes start coming off.

making out, french kissing, table sex, blow jobs, facials, semi-public sex, dorks in love, vaginal sex

☆ ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40428471

“Ahoy! Would you folks like to set sail on this- oh, it’s you two.” 

“Wow, thanks for the warm welcome, Harrington.” Eddie said.

Steve rolled his eyes, hands on the counter as he grumbled profanities under his breath. 

“Why must you guys always come here? To rub it in my face that I’m single and you guys are happily skipping off?” 

“That and this is the only decent ice cream parlour - plus, it’s thirty-four degrees outside.” You said.

Steve groaned again, this time louder. He was most definitely frustrated, but you honestly couldn’t take him seriously in that cutesy sailor uniform.

”Nice uniform, dude. Oh, hey, could you say ‘ay, ay, captain!’ for me?” Eddie snorted as he flicked Steve’s little hat - Steve looked ready to take it off and chuck it straight at him.

”Go fuck yourself, man,” He shook his head. “Y’know at least I have a job! What do you do again besides play Dungeons and Dragons with a bunch of pre-teens?”

”Hey! Being a DM is hard work.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Hard work at what? Being a high school burnout?”

“At least I didn’t peak in high school…” Eddie whispered.

Steve just waved his hands around, “Okay, whatever. Just- what do you want?”

”Glad you asked! I shall have a… dark almond chocolate in a plain waffle cone,” Eddie said before turning to you. “And for my lady?”

”Hmm…” You looked at the ice cream flavours, nothing really caught your attention, so you looked up at the menu. “I’ll have the banana split sundae in a size small - no sprinkles, though. I hate those.”

Steve nodded, “Separate or together?”

”S-.” Eddie was about to say.

”Together.” You quickly said, pulling out your wallet.

Eddie blinked in confusion, “You sure?”

”Yep! Since you drove me here and all.”

”You’re the best.” Eddie kissed your lips, you kissed back.

Steve cleared his throat loudly, “Hey, shitheads!” He snapped his fingers and you and Eddie broke apart. “Kiss later, pay now.”

”Oh, right, how much?”

”Four dollars, seventy-five scents.”

You handed him a five dollar bill, he gave you the change in accordance.

With another depressing sigh, Steve went to work with your orders as you and Eddie stepped to the side.

Eddie leaned against the colourful wallpaper of the parlour as you leaned against him, holding his hands. 

You took one of his hands and brought it to eye level so you could marvel at his rings.

”Your rings are so endlessly fascinating, Eddie.” 

“Why thank you, I’ll tell my uncle.”

You looked at him, slightly shocked, “Your uncle makes these?”

He laughed - oh how you adored that sound, “You kidding? Nah, my uncle just has a collection of ‘em with other miscellaneous jewelry. They’re from his high school days.” 

“That’s still so cool…” It also made sense as they looked a little worn - though, knowing Eddie, it would make sense for him to have gotten these through his several stunts.

“So, what do you wanna do after this?”

”Hmm…” You take a moment to think. Starcourt had been the best thing to happen to the youths of a boring town such as Hawkins - there was so much to explore that you hadn’t even seen everything yet.

There were trendy food chains, trendy clothing, mini arcades, and…

You smirked, “How about…” You take one of your hands and pull your shirt slightly open for Eddie to see your bra. “I hear there’s a store that sells a bunch of… women’s products. You can pick out whatever.” You whispered. 

“Whatever I want..?” Eddie smirked.

”Whatever.” You confirmed.

”My, my, that’s a big responsibility.“

”I trust your judgement,” You said. “Sometimes.”

”Ouch.”

You were about to lean in again before a yell stopped you dead in your tracks 

“Lovebirds! Your ice cream’s done. Eat it quick so I don’t have to see you sucking face in my store.”

”How charming, Harrington,” Eddie went to take his and your order. “Thanks for these, matey.” 

Steve subtly flipped him the bird as Eddie was in the process of grabbing his cone. Except, Steve had let go too early and the ice cream started to fall.

In classic, Eddie fashion, he overreacted by spazzing out and leaping to grab it. He somehow saved it, but not without the chocolate smudging into his shirt.

”Shit!” Eddie exclaimed. It was a Black Sabbath shirt, too.

”Oh, God my bad. I’m sorry,” Steve said. “Uh… there’s some spare shirts in the back. But they’re… Scoops Ahoy uniforms.” Steve said with an awkward smile.

Eddie sighed, clutching the empty cone so tight it started to crumble. 

“And where is the back?” 

“I can help you find it,” You stood with your sundae and took Eddie by his hand - the one not holding the crumbling cone. “It’s really close by, actually.”

”Wait, how do you know where the back is?” Steve asked.

”Three words: Robin, free movies.” You said with a wink before dragging Eddie off. 

Inside the break room, you saw Robin with her feet on the table, reading what seemed to be a music sheet.

”Hey, Ro.” You greeted.

Robin looked up, her eyes shifting from you to Eddie, “Uh… what are you two doing here?”

You pointed to the stain on Eddie’s shirt.

”Ah…” She said before starting to smirk, “Oh, I’m gonna love seeing you in a Scoops Ahoy uniform, Eddie.”

Eddie pinched his temples, “Yeah, thanks.”

”Don’t worry too much, I think you’ll look cute.” You said.

Robin gagged, “Eddie Munson? Cute? No, never. Especially not in a goofy little sailor boy’s outfit.”

“Even if I somehow don’t look like a total idiot, I’m still gonna have to walk around with this- this,” Eddie’s hand flailed to Robin. “That.”

”Hey, I rock this.”

”Anyway, let’s get you out of that before the stain sinks in too much,” You go back to dragging Eddie away. “Bye, Ro!”

The storage where cleaning supplies, spare uniforms, and a random assortment of other items was found in the hallway where you snuck out to watch free movies.

Was it illegal? Most definitely. However, was it worth the thrill and saving money. Absolutely.

Eddie opened the door and took one of the male employee outfits, “Oh, God. I haven’t worn this bright of a colour since…” 

“That Jungle Book class play in third grade where you were the tiger?” 

“How—.”

”Uncle Wayne.”

Eddie groaned, “Should’ve known.”

”Hey, at least you were cute,” You said as you took a scoop of your ice cream. “I think you’ll look adorable with this as well.” 

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Eddie said as he began to strip off his shirt.

You watched with bated breath, Eddie’s body always being a sigh for sore eyes - even if you had seen it a million times before. 

The sheer beauty of his slender frame and tattoos never failed to make you blush. Maybe this was weird, but his define collarbones were perhaps one of the most attractive parts about him.

”You’ve seen me asscrack naked a hundred times yet you still blush when you see me shirtless? That’s cute.”

You smacked his pasty arm, “You would do the same if I suddenly took my shirt off.”

”So, why don’t you?”

”Because my shirt is spotless.”

”Well, Y/N, can I ask you something?”

Uh oh, you didn’t like that mischievous tone.

”Well, no, not in particular-.”

Eddie suddenly dipped his finger in your ice cream and spread it onto your shirt. It was a small stain, but definitely noticeable with the bright colour of the vanilla. 

“Eddie!” You set the sundae down before samcking his arm again, he only laughed. “You’re going to be the death of me, I swear to God.”

All he did was put his arms behind his back and press his lips together into a tight, smug smile as you stripped your shirt off.

”Happy now?” 

”Very.”

You rolled your eyes and turned around to search for the female employee uniform as Eddie rustled around behind you. You heard him unbuckling his belt - weird, as only his shirt had been stained.

”Holy, shit, Y/N, look at this!”

When you turned around, you nearly gasped. Eddie had found Steve’s clothes and took it upon himself to wear them.

”Oh, my God…” You emphasized each word out of pure shock.

There he was, standing there in straight blue jeans, tight navy shirt, and a grey, Member’s Only bomber jacket. 

“Do I look like pretty boy Harrington?” Eddie spun and put his hand on his hips, in a way which scarily mimicked Steve.

”Yes, until I get to your face and hair,” You cup his cheeks. “But… I like this better, anyway.” You kissed him.

Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist as he walked backwards until he hit the wall. Entangled within one another, you bite his lip and he opens his mouth happily.

Your tongues wrapped around each other as Eddie’s hands snuck down to your ass where he grabbed it firmly, Eddie slid them around to the front and fumbled with the buttons of your shorts.

”Wait, Eddie,” You push him back. “I don’t think we should have sex while you’re in Steve’s clothes.”

Eddie blinked, “Yeah, yeah. Right, right.” 

You giggled and backed away to watch him strip. As if to tease you, he ever so slowly took his jacket and shirt off, tossing them to the side as he snapped his hips.

”Like my show?” Eddie asked, smirking. 

”Hmm… good, but a bit weird because you’re wearing Steve’s clothes.”

”Fair.” Eddie shrugged and unbuckled Steve’s signature blue jeans.

Now in his underwear, you unknowingly bit your lip. My goodness, was this man simply… gorgeous.

He was so beautifully masculine; his long hair and accessories accentuated his more feminine side, but that slightly hairy chest and thick veins along his arms and hands added a nice duality.

The tattoos which decorated his pale skin also added onto his appeal - them being the first thing you noticed when the two of you had sex for the first time.

“Done ogling me?”

You flinched then blushed, “I can’t help it when my boyfriend is so madly beautiful.”

This time, he blushed. Despite how cocky and confident Eddie could be, he was a sucker for compliments.

”Always loved the flattery, don’t you, sweetheart?”

As Eddie was a sucker for compliments, you were a sucker for his sweet, sweet pet names.

”Anything to get you going, dear.”

”You know me so well, love.”

”Do I, honey?”

”You indeed do, darling.”

The two of you inched closer with each sentence until you burst into laughter.

”Those were the most painful words I have ever had to utter.” Eddie cringed.

”I’d say mine were worse.”

“No way,” Eddie firmly shook his head. “Anyway on a side note, this might be a little crude but… I’ve been hard this whole time.”

Bold. So very bold yet so very Eddie.

”I’m flattered, really.” 

“You should be, I always feel like… like— I don’t know, I’m on cloud eight or something when I’m with you.”

Cloud nine, You wanted to correct him, but kept it to yourself. “I appreciate the sentiment, Eddie. I feel the same when I’m with you… you’re like, my best friend and my boyfriend! How perfect is that?”

”I know right? God, I don’t know what I did in my past life, but I would have had to been some medieval saviour of a village to be here with you.”

God, Eddie Munson and his weird yet sweet compliments.

”Anyways…” You avert your eyes. “Should we continue where we left off?”

”My boner says absolutely.”

You smacked him.

Eddie had you up against the wall, ass-naked as he ground against you. He pinned your arms to the side as he left a trail of purple bruises from your ear to your collarbone.

Each one was a different shade of purple and had a unique, imperfect circle shape to them.

It tickled as he sucked on your neck, his hair falling all over your bare shoulders  and making you breathily giggle every time his chapped lips would make contact with your silky skin.

”Eddie… these are gonna be a pain to cover.” You moan.

”Mmm…” Eddie just groaned.

You sighed and allowed him to keep at it, secretly enjoying how he marked you so thoroughly.

Perhaps this was to mess with Steve, perhaps it was just his naturally jealous attitude - either way, it was strangely pleasant.

However, you wanted to pleasure him as well, “Eddie, Eddie, wait.” 

He pulled away, “What’s wrong? Fuck, did I hurt you?” His face distorted into concern as he let go of your arms and checked the hickeys.

You put your hand over his lovingly, “No, silly. I just… wanna give you some pleasure.”

Eddie’s expression relaxed, a small smirk now forming, “And how will you do that?”

You were smirking now as well as you flipped your positions around so that now Eddie was against the wall. You leaned in to his neck and left a small, but somewhat noticeable hickey there.

”C’mon, you can do more than that.”

”I’d rather focus on this.” Your eyes point down to his boner, clearly noticeable through his relatively thin, black underwear. 

Before Eddie could respond, you got on your knees and pulled out his cock. It had been hard for a while; you knew this as it’d been rubbing up against your thigh as Eddie made out with your neck.

You could tell Eddie was relieved to finally have his cock be freed as a loud groan left his mouth when you gently put your hands around it.

As always, you start with a few pumps to get him going as you dab your tongue on his tip which dribbled with pre-cum.

”Yeah, fuck, Y/N…” Eddie put his hands through your hair and squeezed.

The slight burn on your scalp pushed you to give bolder, rougher strokes to Eddie’s painfully erect cock.

You slid your tongue down the base of his cock in a painstakingly slow pace, savouring the drawn out groan which left his mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, oh fuck yeah…” 

He has a favourite word. You smirked to yourself.

It wasn’t long before you deep throated his entire cock into your throat, that was when Eddie grabbed a fistful of your hair as he grunted, leg twitching.

Your mouth went in and out of his mouth, making sure your tongue thoroughly slid by every inch of his cock whilst giving gentle hums every now and then to send vibrations down.

You knew Eddie was close when his panting became unstable, almost desperate as his fingers slowly slid off your hair.

When you felt as though he was on the brink of finishing, you released his cock from your mouth and grabbed it so that his tip was to your tongue.

You licked it rapidly until his cum sprayed all over your face and you let his cock go.

Eddie caught his breath as a wide, elated smirk spread across his lips. 

“Jesus… I feel like… like… I just finished this super sweet campaign and everything went according to plan.” Eddie panted breathlessly.

“Odd comparison.” You noted.

Eddie looked down at you and rubbed his finger along your cheek, wiping off some of his cum.

“It’s been a while since you’ve had my cum on your face.”

”Yeah, because you always finish in my mouth,” You said. “I decided to switch things up.”

”You look so pretty.” Eddie said and gestured for you to stand. He took the time to clean your face the best he could with his calloused fingers.

It was defined rough against your skin, but it was comforting as only Eddie’s fingers had this unique sensation to them.

When most of his cum had been cleaned, Eddie let his hands rest by his side. You watched him as his big, dark brown eyes wandered around the semi-cramped room.

”Hey, Y/N…” Eddie asked as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

”Mm?” Your response was muffled.

”Do you think that chair is sturdy?” 

You lifted your head to see Eddie pointing at a white, foldable chair next to a matching table.

”Um… probably? Or maybe not since it’s back here and all…” You said. “Why?”

Eddie looked at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Oh lord, what was he planning?

”How about we… test the durability of that chair..? Y’know, for Steve’s sake.”

”For Steve’s sake?” You couldn’t believe your ears.

”For Steve’s sake.”

You were practically impaled onto Eddie’s throbbing erection, legs spread across his lap with your back facing him.

Your arms were on the table, holding onto the big hunk of plastic for dear life as Eddie  lifted you up and down via your hips. You tried to keep it down, you honestly did, but Eddie made sure that you couldn’t stay silent for long.

”I wanna hear your voice, Y/N, fuck…” Eddie grunted in your ear as his hands going from your hips to your arms.

Eddie pulled them back, forcing you to straighten your back as you gasped.

”Ah! Eddie!” You shouted out of surprise.

Eddie just held you in that position, back arching as he lifted his hips in the air to fuck your dripping pussy.

There was nothing to hold your moans in, and you just let go.

You moaned loud, Eddie’s cock feeling so insanely good as it pounded you deep.

The lewd sounds of sweaty skin slapping and breathy moans filled the room, almost bouncing off the walls.

”Eddie! Eddie… oh, my God… I-I feel like I’m gonna… ah…” 

“You’re gonna what?” Eddie licked up the side of your neck.

A particularly harsh thrust sent your body and voice up, screaming out another moan.

”What are you gonna do, Y/N? Huh?” 

“Mmm…” Your head titled down slightly as you mumbled incoherent words. “I’m gonna- gonna— ah… l-lose my mind…”

Eddie laughed aloud, head flying all the way back out of pure amusement.

”It took you that long to say that?”

”F-Fuck off…” You panted.

”Fine.” Eddie suddenly released your arms.

Your body went flying towards the table, but before it could land, Eddie’s arms snaked around your torso and had you upright as you leaned against him. One hand was squeezing your tit as the other had turned your head towards his mouth.

His had kept your jaw open as he shoved hit tongue in.

Well, at least now your moans were concealed.

Eddie’s breath felt so hot against your face, and you were sure yours was as well. Your teeth clashed with his as you made out in such a messy, near desperate manner. 

“You taste like vanilla…” Eddie said in between the breaths.

”No shit…” You groaned, loud.

Then, out of nowhere, the door slammed open with a prominent thud.

“What the fuck!”

You and Eddie immediately pulled away to find Steve standing at the doorway, eyes widened and face distorted into an expression of initial horror and disgust.

”Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie jumped, and you did so as well.

”Steve!” You exclaimed, cheeks burning.

Steve slapped his hand over his eyes, “What the fuck!” He yelled again as he slammed the door shut.

You and Eddie stayed frozen in place, even after the door was firmly closed.

”Um…” Eddie began. “Maybe… we should have locked the… uh, door.”

”Yeah, maybe.” 

There was another fee seconds of silence before Eddie took you off his cock and stood, keeping you in your place before bending you over the table.

”Let’s finish this quickly, yeah? So we can explain to pretty boy.”

You just sighed, “Good idea.”

Eddie took that as a sign to begin again. Your already wet cunt was spread by his thick fingers to slot his cock back in.

”Mmm…” You couldn’t help but groan as it entered again. 

It was such a perfect fit, easing that lustful ache as Eddie roughly grabbed ahold of your hips and thrusted with such vigorousness.

He was pushing you all the way up the table, its legs squeaking against the tiled floor as it was shaken about.

You felt Eddie leave a trail of feather light kisses down your spine before licking up to your neck where he bit down hard.

”Eddie!”

”I could kiss you for hours, sweetheart…” Eddie moved your hair out of the way to whisper right into your ear.

And with a firm slap to your ass, Eddie came again into the strained condom.

You also orgasmed, your entire body seizing as this delicious wave of pleasure racked it - your body almost going limp from how sudden and how intense it was.

Eddie pulled out slowly and collapsed into the chair, you also slowly slid off the desk and onto his lap where Eddie wrapped his arms around your panting form.

”We should do this more often…” Eddie said into your ear.

You giggled, both from his statement and how his whisper tickled.

”And traumatize Steve again?”

”His fault for walking in…” Eddie said and you rolled your eyes. “You have to admit it was exhilarating though.”

You bit your lip as you shyly admitted, “Yeah…”

”God, you’re such a freak.” Eddie nuzzled into you.

”Says you.”

You kissed him, he kissed you back. 

“You guys sure took your time searching for the uniforms. I thought they were easy to find - were they hidden or something?”

Robin was sitting at the table in the middle of the break room with her legs atop it, a book and a walkman on her lap.

You and Eddie walked out in matching Scoops Ahoy uniforms - or parts of it. You certainly didn’t take the silly vests, hats, and accessories - just the very basic elements. 

“Yeah, um…” You and Eddie exchanged awkward glances. “They were hidden.”

”Super hidden.”

”Huh…” Robin said. “Steve, did you do that?”

Steve shook his head as if he had broken from a trance, “What?”

Robin made a show to roll her eyes, “Keep up, dingus, would you?” She sighed. “Did you put the uniforms in some weird location when you went to clean the back?”

His brown eyes shifted to you, then to Eddie as his face wrinkled in disgust.

”I did. Sorry.” Steve said in an uncharacteristically monotone way.

”Okay…” Robin said, clearly weirded out. “Well, anyway, it’s my turn to serve ice cream to those sweaty little kids. Enjoy your time!” 

She flew to her feet and slid across the window which led to the main part of the parlour, closing it shut behind her.

The second Robin had left, you said, “Steve, look-.”

”Ap, ap!” Steve zipped his mouth shut, and you did exactly that. “I- no, we will put this behind us. We will never talk about this. We will never mention it to anyone again. And you two are never allowed back there again. Copy?” 

“Copy.” You said.

”Copy…” Eddie was more reluctant.

“Good.” Steve said, though he still seemed annoyed with how he had that classic look of disapproval on his face.

It was the one where his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were squinting, practically asking “seriously?”  

“Okay, get out now and return those to Robin tomorrow; I don’t wanna see either of you for the next few days.” 

a/n: #justiceforsteve

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #female reader #robin buckley #smut #oneshot

[amazingmsme]

The Bandaid Effect

AN: Here it is you heathens. I’m kidding lol (but lowkey not, I have a life outside of writing) but I really enjoyed this one! It’s really soft and sweet, romantic vibes ‘cause I love them. I’d started this based on other prompts before deciding to do tickletober, so it’s about the length of a regular fic. Hope it was worth the wait! 

El couldn't describe the insurmountable relief she felt to be back in Hawkins. While she enjoyed the nice weather and beauty of California, it didn't feel like home. Home was with her friends, home was exploring the woods surrounding the town. Home was the cozy, run down cabin, with Hopper in the next room to comfort her when nightmares stole away the comfort of sleep. Home was with Joyce and her new brothers. For almost her entire life, she hadn't known what it was like to have a place of her own.

But... her home wasn't safe anymore. The war on Hawkins had only just begun, and everyone was srels on her. And she knew it would ultimately be up to her to stop it. Of course she knew everyone she loved would fight tooth and nail to stop this, but she was the final key to put an end to this. She could feel the weight of everyone looking to her, counting on her to save them. It was all so overwhelming, and at times she felt as though she couldn't breath.

She was in her room with Mike, laying on her bed. Hopper had to run to the store, bringing Joyce and Will with him, leaving Jonathan there to keep an eye on them. The older teen was content to leave them to their own devices while he watched TV. She liked the quiet, but sometimes it let the bad thoughts swarm in her brain and fester until they nearly consumed her.

She was resting her head on his shoulder, listening as he rambled on about the next campaign session he was mapping out. He couldn't really tell anyone else, because then it would ruin the surprise and give them an unfair advantage in the game. He was caught up in his storytelling, but paused when he felt her grip around his waist tighten. He stopped talking and looked at her, flashing a bright smile.

His grin faded however, when he saw the somber look on her face.

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sad," she admitted, bottom lip jut out in a slight pout. Mike sat up a little straighter in order to give her his full attention.

"Well gee, I can't imagine why," he tried to joke. "Wanna talk about it?" he asked, running his hand up and down her arm in a soothing motion. She shook her head.

"Okay, well is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, hating seeing his girlfriend so upset. She thought for a moment before nodding. He smiled softly, running his fingers through her short hair, giving her scalp a quick massage. She closed her eyes and let out a hum of content.

"So... you gonna tell me what it is, or am I gonna have to guess?" he asked in a soft tone. A small surge of pride sprouted in his chest when he noticed the quirk of her lips. A pale blush dusted her cheeks before she hid her face in his shoulder, mumbling something into the fabric of his shirt.

He smirked, cupping a hand around his ear and leaning closer to her. "Huh, what was that?" he asked teasingly, but he really didn't catch what she said.

"Could you tickle me? It helps be forget the bad things for a while," she said softly, looking deep into his eyes. He gave a gentle smile and hugged her closer.

"Of course. Anything for you," he said, nuzzling into her neck and making her giggle. He started off slow, grazing his fingers over her skin. A smile danced at her lips, tugging the corners into a smile.

She liked when Mike tickled her. It felt funny and she enjoyed laughing, and the way he would smile at her and tease her made her heart flutter each time.

Her laugh rang out like a twinkling bell as she sunk lower on the bed. Mike grabbed her hips and squeezed rapidly, drawing out frantic cackles.

"How's this? Is this good?" he asked, scratching blunt nails against her soft skin. She nodded wordlessly, far too busy laughing. Her hands flapped about uselessly, not bothering to stop him. He easily pinned her arms over her head, pausing to stare down at her as she caught her breath between giggles. He took a deep breath and dove for her neck neck, blowing raspberry after raspberry.

El was launched into hysterics, tossing her back and forth. He growled playfully and nibbled her neck, making her squeal and shriek. It felt absolutely maddening, yet so unbearably wonderful. She craved the tingly feeling on her skin that made her giggle and forget the swarm of bad thoughts that constantly plagued her. She knew it wouldn't be a permanent fix: nothing ever was, but it was enough for now.

She grabbed his hands, gently guiding them to her belly. Mike let her show him where she wanted it, trailing his hands up and down her sides, slipping under her shirt to prod her sensitive tummy. She squeaked and curled in on herself, kicking her legs as she giggled and snorted.

"Mihihihike!" she whined, jolting when he reached down to squeeze her knee.

"What?" he asked, tone casual as he turned her into a laughing mess.

"Ihihit tihihihickles!" she cried, because she didn't know what else to say. He snickered and snuck one hand underneath her arm.

"Well I would sure hope so!" he teased, chuckling when she jet out a shrill shriek.

She reached out, tickling his sides in retaliation. Mike wasn't expecting that and he yelped, twisting away from her touch.

She grinned, following him with wiggling fingers and bringing him down.

"Nohoho Ehehel! Y-you ahahasked for ihihit!"

"And now it's your turn," she cooed, giggling to herself as she poked all over his torso. She liked building up anticipation, watching as Mike grew more nervous the more she prolonged her attack.

She finally struck, going for his ribs. Mike threw his head back in laughter, long gangly limbs flailing around.

The world may be falling apart around them, but for now, things were okay. They were both happy and laughing, but most importantly they were safe.

#tickletober #tickletober 2022 #el hopper #mike wheeler #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things tickle fic #ticklish!el #ticklish!mike #here y'all happy now? #day 28: distraction

[zmayadw]

And the next one as promised :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 6

The day i got released form hospital finaly came. I was happy about it, taking a breath of fresh air will be a welcoming change after over three weeks in here. Some bruises wer still visable, and my head hurted from time to time, but other then that the doctor gave me a green light. And having too much free time makes your toughts wonder in wrong direction too much. Thinking about Jake was my daily routine, and i hoped once i get out other things will get me occupied. Jessy wanted me to stay with her, but i managed to persuade her that i'd be better of at the motel. She reluclantly agreed, but I argued that i would still be resting most of the time, and promised her we will see eachother every day, wich made her respect my decision a bit more. She called me that moring, telling Dan will come and drive me to the motel, because she was bussy planing a surprise for me. „Oh, Jessy, pleas dont go overboard, it is my first day out, i wont be up for much.“ I protested, but she quickly reasured me its nothing big. Knowing Jessy, i was sceptical about it, but she sounded so happy that i just agreed to whatever she had in plan. I was about done packing, when Doris came bringing me my dischrage papers. She gave them to me, embracing me in a tight hug „You be good now, hun. And remember what i told you before.“ She said, giving me one more of her winks. „Thank you, Doris.“ I replied, handig her a chocholate bombonier i asked Jessy to get me. „For everything.“ I hugged her once more. „No need to thank me, hun.“  „Ahh, Doris, im jelaous, i didnt get a hug from you when i was leaving the hospital.“ It was Dan, being dramatic again. I laughed, as Doris went for the door „Schmacks dont deserve hugs!“ she grinned at him, and left. „She likes me...she just wont admit it.“ Dan said, grining. „So,you ready to leave this shithole?“ „Definatly!“ i said, taking my discharge papers and putting them in my pack. Dan took it from me, and we left the room, taking the elevator down. Stepping outside was so refreshing, i stopped at the exit for a brief moment, wich made Dan turn „You allrigh there?“ „Im good, just appriciate being outside again.“ I smiled. We continued to the car. Dan opened the door for me, putted my stuff on the back seat, and we drove towards motel. I rolled the window down letting the cool morning air blow to my face and through my hair. The drive wouldnt last that long, and Dan informed me that Jessy booked the room for me already and took the rest of my stuff there, and my car also waiting for me at the motels parking. „Dan, whats Jessy planing for me today?“ i asked. „Oh, no,no, im keeping my mouth shut!“ he replied, but i groaned at him pleading „Please, Dan, at least give me a hint. I just got out of hospital, and to be honest, im not up for big fanfaras, but i dont want to dissapoint Jessy either. And lets be honest, its Jessy wer talking about here, nothing is small or meaningless with her.“ He laughed at that „Your right about that! Alright, ill tell you, but if she realize you knew something..“ „Dont worry, i can act being genuinely surprised with no problem.“ I asured him. „Well, its nothing much, rellay. We're taking you for dinner.“ he said. Ok, thats not so bad, i tought, i do have to eat. „And she invited the gang to Aurora this evening, to celebrate your release from hospital.“ Ugh, i hoped that wouldnt happen so soon, that i would at least have a day or so for me before seeing everyone. „Ah, crap, i guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.“ I said, adding „Later would be better, tho.“ „Dont worry, Maya, ill be there to rescue you, AGAIN.“ He grinned at me, and i grinned back „Good, because i just might need some rescuing, again.“

Dan left me at the motel, and i entered the small checkin office. The woman behind the counter was eldery, and she smiled at me „Good morning, miss, what can i do for you?“. „Morning'“ i replied, smiling back „I had a room booked for me by a friend, i guess you know her, Jessica Hawkins?“. She smiled more now „Ah, ofcourse, miss Cole i presume?“ i nooded in agreement. „Yes, Jessica brought all your belongings already. I would just ask for you to fill this, please.“ She handed me that check in paper you get at every motel. I filled it, and she gave me the key.“You're at room 11, its on your right once you leave the office. And i'm Ms. Walter, fell free to ask if you need anything.“ „Thanks, i will.“ I replied, taking the key.

The room looked cozy enough. It had a big bed, with a little nightstand next to it with a lamp on it. There was a midium size table in front of a big window, wich i immidiatly felt greatefull for, since some natural light is what i prefere for my drawing work, and a closet next to it. Across from the bed was a  TV, and a little refrigeratore under it. The bathroom was small, wich is more then enough. I left my stuff on the bed, when i noticed a note on the nightstand. 'The car key is in the nightstand drawer. Get some rest, and see you later! Xoxo' It was from Jessy, and that made me smile. I took the key and went to the car to get the rest of my stuff. The day was nice and sunny, and i tought i souldnt spend the whole day in the motel. I went back to the room, unpacked, grabed some clean clothes and went for a shower. When i got dressed i sat at te table and turned my laptop on. I checked my mails, and some job offers. Its good when you're a freelancer, you can work from anywhere, and I actually felt some work might keep me occupied and not let my mind wonder to Jake.  The tought of him leaving my hospital room  two weeks ago still pained me, but i cant sit here and despair all the time, so i decided to grab my drawing stuff and head exploring. I hoped Jessy wouldt mind me going to town alone, she did promise me a grand tour of it once im out of the hospital. I took my phone and texted her „Hey hey, setteled at the motel. Going for a walk arround, but dont worry, im still looking forward for my tour arround Duskwood with you! xoxo“. She replied soon „Oh, nice, have fun! Just stay out of woods! xD See you for dinner J „. Great, now i could leave without feeling any guilt. I grabbed my backpack and left the motel.

I decidet to walk towards the marketplace, i had plenty of time since it wasnt even noon yet, and Jessy and Dan wont pick me up before 19. I passed a small bakery on my way there, and bought me some food and a bottle of water. The streets leading towards marketplace wer small and narrow, mostly with older buildings and pretty quiet. After some 30-40 minutes of slow walk,  i emerged to the marketplace, and it was comepletly different. The crowd thickened, and the place hummed with life. In the center was a nice funtain, with benches in circle arround it. Few wer occupied with people: one had an eldery couple, just sitting there on the sun and talking, on the other wer two mothers, drinking coffee while kids wer running arround, giggling and enjoying a nice day. I sat on one of the free benches, and took my drawing pad out. The warmth of the sun felt nice, and i began drawing. I can get quite zoomed out of my surroundings when drawing, so when i finaly noticed someone was standing in front of me, i jumped, and my penciles flew all over the floor. I started to stan up from the bench, at the same time that someone started to bend down to help pick them up,our heads coliding. That sent me sitting back on the banch, as both of us groaned from the impact. „Auch.“ I flinched, looking at the person stnding there. It was Jake. „Sorry, i didnt mean to sneak up on you.“ he said, still rubbing his forehead. „No, no, its fine, i was really focused, i didnt see you there.“ I barely managed to say, my voice shakey, clumsely picking my penciles from the floor.He was the last person i expected to run into. I really wasnt ready for this, the knot in my stomach starting to form, as i finaly collected all the penciles and sat back on the bench. I knew we wer gonna run at each other eventualy, but not so soon. He sat next to me, and i could notice by his body language he was a bit nervouse, too. „You look better.“ he said after a moment of silence, giving me a small smile, wich made my heart skip from joy. „Thanks, i feel much better,too.“ I replied, smiling back. He was looking at me so tenderly, and the heat from the sun made me so hot, i had a feeling my cheeks wer red as a lobster. He run his hand through his hair, and all i could think is how much i wanna do that. His look became more serious now, his eyes becoming darker, but that tenderness was still present. „Maya..“ he started „That day at the hospital.. I didnt..I'm sorry..“ but i interupted him. „No need to appologise, Jake, really.“ And he really didnt have to. I continued, before he could say anything else. „Look, its like this: you had every right to act like you did, and even tho it wasnt easy for me to hear you say those stuff, you wer right, in a way.“ He looked me a bit confused. „You wer probably right, I didnt think quite hard about every possible thing that could go wrong, and God knows i had more luck then im willing to admit. But thats just who i am: i act, i go with the flow, i make mistakes. And i appologise when I realize I was wrong, wich I would do to you if you just stayed for a while more. And i mean appologise for not telling you, or anyone about my plan, not for what i did at the end, hence me saying that you wer right in a way.“ I looked at him, he was still calm, not a trace of that anger i saw at the hospital anywhere on his face. That made me relax a bit. „Maya, just let me...“ he started again, but i interputed him once more „Please, Jake, just let me finish, then you can say whatever you wnat.“ He nodded in agreement. „ I know saying 'sorry' at that time seemed so pointless, but you have to know that i really am sorry, Jake, a thousand times sorry. Yet, i still stand by what i said, i would do it all over again, no matter the qonsequences.“ I paused for a moment, before i continued „I really hope you can forgive me. I got so used at having you in my life, and for it to end here and now...“ He looked at me, but i couldnt bring myself to look back at him. I just stared at my hands, not realizing this whole time i was clasping them so tightly. „I hope you wont shut me out of your life comepletly.“ We sat there in silence for what seemed like eternity. I got my courage and looked at him. He was staring in the distance now. „I felt helpless.“ he said, looking back at me now. „It got me...scared.“ he confessed, and i ached to just hug him. I could see this was being hard for him, saying it. „I've had that happen once before in my life, and it didnt end well.“ His eyes became so sad. „I'm not sure im ready to go through it again.“ That knot at my stomach tightened as he said it, but i took a deep breath „I understand. I'v let you down, i know. But i hope with time, you will be able to trust me again..let me be your friend, at least.“ Friend...that word felt so wrong to me. I didnt want to be just his 'friend', i wanted to be more, so much more. But, i guess at the moment i would be happy with anything. He stared at me for a moment, and before he said it, a smile formed at the corner of his lips „One step at the time.“ „Thats all im asking.“ I said, smiling shyly. He sat there in silence for a brief moment before slowely getting up. „You're good, by the way.“ He said, and i looked at him puzzeled, wich made him smile. He had such a sincere and wonderfull smile. „Your drawing, its good.“ He continued, pointing at my drawing pad. „Oh, that, thanks!“ i replied. „I better be good, i doubt i'll get paid otherwise .“ i grinned. He shook his head at me smiling, walking slowely away from the bench „See you arround, Maya.“ „See you, Jake.“ Watching him walk away this time didnt leave me in pain and agony. I felt hope again. Maybe Doris and Jessy weren't talking nonsence, afterall, I tought, not realising i was grinning like crazy.

After Jake left, i just sat there, letting my heart stop beating insanely. I was really happy for how our unexpected meeting went, i tought there really was some hope for us again. Oh man, Jessy will go crazy when i tell her all about it, she will so rub me her ' i told you so's' in the face! That got me laughing out loud, a few passerbys looking at me like i was crazy. And they wer right, i was crazy! Crazy for Jake. Everything about him drow me crazy: his gorgeous eyes, that ruffeled hair, and that beautifull smile. He shoud definatly smile more, i tought, his whole face smiles when he does it. The churchbell chimmed five , and i cursed under my breath. I better head back to the motel, i need another shower for sure. I quickly grabbed my stuff from the bench, deciding to grab coffee before headiding back. My toughts wer still running wild about Jake as i was walking back towards motel, i colided with a man. I almost dropped my coffe, quickly appologizing. „Be carefull there, miss, you never know who you might bump into.“  He said, a bit grim, like he was makeing a threath. I looked at him a bit astonished „Uhm, i will mister, thanks for your advice. And, sorry again!“ I slowly turned and continued my way. Strange guy i tought, but didnt pay any more toughts about it continuing back to the motel.

#duskwood #duskwood mc #duskwood jake #duskwood fanfic

[yikesharringrove]

I neeeed more modern slutty Steve. I was just thinking that He probably had a bitchy phase (like in canon) but mellowed out and while he could still be pretty bitchy he’s mostly soft and nice and I love the idea that everyone KNOWS that Steve sluts around but most everyone likes him. Because he’s just a genuinely good person. So even though he’s probably fucked your bf/gf/partner (not while in a relationship) , you can’t bring yourself to really talk shit because he’s just so good.

no smut but mentions of sexual situations

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It’s apparently, kind of a right of passage at Hawkins High to have sex with Steve Harrington.

You’re struggling with your sexuality and want to experiment? Fuck Steve. You wanna Have a good one night stand? Fuck Steve. You and you partner wanna try a threesome? Fuck Steve. You want to explore some new kinks? Fuck Steve.

He thinks everyone has had some kind of a sexual experience with Steve, even the No Homo bros have gotten their dicks sucked by him. Whatever, Bro. Mouth’s a mouth.

So when Billy first met this Steve Harrington, Hawkins High’s village bicycle, he was expecting, will not this.

Steve was wearing a fuzzy pastel sweater, under a pair of too-big overalls. He was rummaging through his locker, was bobbing his head along with whatever he was listening to in his earbuds.

He looked so sweet, like the most naive, sheltered little thing, not the person that was rumored to have had an orgy with six cheerleaders, four basketball players, five guys from the hockey team, and two band nerds.

But for everything he’s heard of his sexcapades, he’s never actually heard a bad word against him.

He’s heard Steve helped me through a really rough time and he was really nice when I couldn’t go through with it and I mean he fucked my girlfriend before we got together, but he also took care of me when I got too drunk at Rachel’s birthday party last spring.

He finally got to meet Steve at Tina’s Halloween party. Walked in on him being fucked hard by Tommy H. while he ate out Carol’s pussy.

When they had finished up, Steve had been outside having a smoke, came around the side of the house and found Billy,

“Can I bum one?” Billy lit it before passing it over.

“I’m Steve.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Steve smirked.

“Good or bad?”

“Depends on your definition of good and bad.”

“I would say based on the talk about me, it’s good.”

“It true?”

“Most of it.” Steve shrugged. “I like having sex. It feels good.” Billy pointed a him with his cigarette. “I’m not ashamed.”

“Never said you should be.” Steve smiled at him.

“Tommy said you were an asshole. But I think you’re nice.” Billy knocked his shoulder into Steve’s.

“We’ve only been talking for a minute.” Steve shrugged.

“I used to be an asshole. But I realized being shitty to people didn’t make me feel any better.” He took a drag. “I think you’re a nice person. But you’re hurting and don’t know what to do about it.” Billy clenched his fist.

“You don’t know me.”

“I could, if you let me.” Steve’s smile was so soft. Billy could see why everyone fucking loved him.

#yikes writes #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

[captainhotch]

Make Something Happen | Jim Hopper

jim hopper x reader

summary; you’re El’s history teacher and hopper definitely has a thing for you

You were the new freshman history teacher at Hawkins high school. You had only been in the small town for a couple of weeks, not really taking the time to explore the few establishments it offered.

In spite of the lack of over all action in Hawkins, you liked the small town environment. You always wanted to live in a place where everybody knew everybody. Not that you had exactly had the time to introduce yourself to anyone beyond your students and a couple of other teachers.

You took a liking to a particular group of kids who provided plenty of entertainment for you during the long days.

Dustin Henderson was hilarious and beyond intelligent. He always had some joke or insane observation that he insisted on sharing with the class. Lucas Sinclair was just as funny but even more off topic. His girlfriend, Max Mayfield, did not find him quite as funny as everyone else did.

Will Byers might have been the sweetest kid you had ever met. How he had roped himself into a group with a bunch of boisterous, loud, and slightly vulgar kids was beyond you. Mike Wheeler was never not rolling his eyes at the daily antics.

But El Hopper had found a special place in your heart. Before the year began the administration had warned you that she had recently been adopted by the Chief of Police, and that her previous living situation was less then ideal. That was enough for you.

She tried more then anyone else in your class, her interest in history obvious by the wide eyes every time you would tell a story.

You had met Jim Hopper one day after school. The “party,” as they had called themselves, insisted that they keep you company while you graded after school. You were sure they just didn’t want to stand outside while they waited for their rides, but you didn’t mind.

Dustin was going on about something, not that you even bothered to listen. You were knee deep in historical essays that you were regretting assigning. You looked up at the sound of knocking on the door frame.

“El?” He questioned, looking over the group of kids with an unimpressed look, “I thought I said 4:30?”

You deduced that this was the infamous Chief Hopper. Not that it exactly took a detective, with the khaki uniform and shiny badge sat proudly on his chest.

“I—“ the girl paused, looking up at her father, “lost track.” She shrugged, pecking Mike on the cheek and standing up from her chair.

Your eyes danced between the pair with a smile. It was obvious that they loved each other no differently then if she had been his blood child. “Chief Hopper?” You questioned quietly from where you sat at your desk.

Slowly his gaze shifted towards you. You weren’t even sure if he had noticed your presence at all. “Miss. Y/N!” He greeted sheepishly, almost looking embarrassed. “Nice to finally meet you. El loves really likes being in your class. She says you’re her favorite teacher.”

You look over at the girl with a small smile, her cheeks flushed as she looked at her dad with a glare. “She’s such a great kid, you’re doing a good job with that one.” You complimented with a chuckle.

“I uh— thanks,” he accepted sheepishly, gesturing for El to move along.

You sent the both of them a wave as they walked out of your classroom, a small smile settled on your lips as you resumed your grading. Who knew the Chief of Police was so cute?

Ever since then Hopper had made it a tradition to pick El up directly from your classroom, making small talk as she said her goodbyes to her friends. It wasn’t a daily thing, much to your dismay. But you did see the man at least once a week.

It was a Wednesday the next time you saw the man, choosing to ignore Lucas and Dustin’s smirks as they watched the Chief of Police grin at you as he talked about his day. Apparently it had been filled with talking down frantic old ladies about some cat stuck in a tree.

Halfway through his conversation with them and the cat jumped down itself, Hopper informed you with a roll of his eyes.

“At least you had it easy,” you grinned, resting your head on your chin as you looked up at the man.

El had been taking her time packing her stuff up, the boys probably distracting her as per usual. Not that you minded in the slightest.

Hopper scoffed playfully, “If you call arguing with some rowdy old ladies easy. I’d much rather be sitting in a classroom with some kids and showing them a movie.”

“For your information,” you began, huffing, “my job is very difficult. These kids are always distracted and impossible to keep silent. I spend half the class repeating myself.”

“What was that?” Hopper questioned with a wide grin.

“Ha ha,” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest, “El your dad’s ready to go.” You called out for the girl, interrupting her conversation.

Hopper laughed, throwing his head back. You couldn’t stop the blush from blooming on your cheeks. “C’mon sweetheart, don’t be like that. Y’know I’m just pulling your leg. I wouldn’t trade my job for yours, that’s for damn sure.”

You only rolled your eyes, smiling at El who stood beside her father. “See you tomorrow,” she smiled sweetly, pulling on Hopper’s arm.

“Why don’t you go wait outside with the boys,” Hopper instructed, “I’ll be there in just a minute.”

El nodded, following her friends out of the classroom— each of them sparing you a wave. You watched Hopper with curious eyes, wondering why he hadn’t rushed out like he did normally.

“Is there something I can do for you, Chief?” you teased.

Hopper sent you a small smile, his hand going up to fiddle with his mustache. You recognized it as a nervous tick. Something you had plenty of.

“Actually yes,” he cleared his throat with a nod. One that seemed to be more of a reassurance to himself more then anything. “I was wondering if you would maybe wanna go out and grab some dinner with me one night. Y’know, to talk about the kid?”

“Just to talk about El?” You questioned with a small frown.

Hopper chuckled, running a hand down his face as he shook his head, “Well no. Maybe we could talk about some other stuff too.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know woman,” he laughed, reaching his hand across your desk so he could grab yours, “—doesn’t really matter as long as you’re sat across from me.”

You looked down at your hands with a soft smile, the pink on your cheeks returning. “Then I suppose we could make something happen.”

“Good.”

#hopper x reader #hopper imagine #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper imagine #stranger things one shot #stranger things imagine

[alloftheimagines]

billy hargrove | heaven-sent | part six

masterlist | series | part five

words: 2k+

warnings: mentions of death, abuse, fighting, swearing, drinking, aggression, non-consensual kiss

disclaimer: i in no way support the actions of billy. i just find his character interesting and want to explore it more with my oc. takes place from season 2. OC is hopper’s daughter.

summary:  she’s an angel. he may as well be the devil. one would not exist without the other.

The gentle hum of the engine is peaceful as the Camaro cruises through Hawkins. Billy doesn’t try to cover it with his music the way he usually would. After the night he’s had, he’s grateful for the quiet. He’s unable to forget the way his father’s fist collided with his face earlier, his cheek still throbbing painfully. His jaw aches, too, and he realises he’s been clenching it for hours. He relaxes it now as best he can, his attention drawn away from it entirely when they pass a bunch of wilted flowers placed randomly on the side of the road. There are unlit candles, too, the wax melted into the concrete.

“Someone die there or somethin’?” he asks without thinking.

From the corner of his eye, he sees Frances flinch and regrets asking. “Yeah. Her name was Barb.”

“Did you know her?” He glances at her, but she isn’t looking at him, her head turned away as she gazes out of the window.

“She was my best friend.”

Jesus. I’m—” He sucks in a breath, his grip tightening on the steering wheel sub-consciously. Sorry, he wants to say, but somehow the word doesn’t do it justice. “What happened to her?”

“She was killed.” She tucks a strand of brown hair behind her ear, her eyes hardening as she turns them back on the road ahead. She still won’t look at him.

“Shit,” he whispers. “Did they catch ‘em?”

“No.” She shakes her head, her voice cracking. Her chest is heaving as though she’s suppressing a sob or is struggling to breathe. He shuffles in his seat, unsure what to do or say. He doesn’t need to force anything out: she continues before the right words come. “I should have been there that night. She begged and begged for me to come to this stupid party with her at Steve Harrington’s house. Nancy was forcing her. She wasn’t really part of that crowd and she didn’t wanna be alone, always said it was easier for her when I was there. She died alone.”

“It’s not your fault,” Billy replies softly. It’s easier for him to be soft in the dark; easier to allow himself to sound as though he gives a damn. “You couldn’t have known.”

“But I did,” she hits back, looking at him now. Her eyes are shiny with tears, her hands clinging to her camera desperately. “I had this awful feeling in my chest, like I couldn’t breathe, all fucking night—only I thought it was because Jonathan’s brother was missing. I was so busy looking for him with my dad that I wasn’t there for Barb. Now she’s gone. And I knew.”

Her face is illuminated in the pale headlights passing on the other side of the road, and for a moment her eyes seem to flicker, blaze, change. Her irises, once a green that reminded Billy of the Californian sea on a rare, grey day, are now golden. He does a double take, almost swerving the car in the process, but when he looks again they look as they always did: murky ocean eyes half-hiding behind dark lashes and unruly bangs.

“Shit,” he curses, forcing his eyes back on the road. “Your eyes.”

She frowns, paling and pulling down the overhead mirror with enough force that Billy is worried she might break his damn car. “What?”

“Nothin’, I—” he stutters, blinking and looking at her again. Had he imagined it? Was it the light off the other car? “I thought you had something in your eye. It was nothin’.”

He pulls into the clearing where the trailer stands, lonely and grey against the black lake. The tyres roll against the gravel unevenly, the engine cutting out and replaced with silence.

“Your dad home?” he asks, just as he had the previous night. The trailer’s windows are dark, the house empty and solitary where it stands. He can’t imagine calling this place a home, even with his own circumstances.

“No,” she replies, unfastening her seat-belt slowly. “You wanna come in for a while? I could use that drink, now.”

He nods, a small smile playing on his lips as he takes the keys out of the ignition and grabs the bottle of whisky from beside him. “Sure. Why not?”

* * *

The trailer isn’t as small as it looks from the outside. It’s cosy, earthy, and he can imagine Frances pottering about on it on a Saturday, drinking coffee with the patterned curtains closed to block out the low winter sun. Still, he can’t imagine sleeping in this thing alone. They’re basically in the middle of nowhere. He can’t even smell cow shit out here, and the lake is eerily still even in the wind.

“Your dad work a lot?” He places the whiskey on the kitchen counter and she pulls out two glasses from the oak cupboards, standing on her tip-toes and arching her back to reach.

“Yeah. I’m used to it now.”

“You don’t get scared out here alone?” he teases, leaning against the counter.

She pours the whiskey carefully and slides his tumbler towards him, taking a sip of her own. If the burn fazes her, she doesn’t show it. “I’m always scared. Doesn’t make a difference if I’m out here or in the middle of town.”

“Because of Barb?”

She shrugs. Her cheeks are flushed from the short walk between the car and the trailer, making the small cut on her cheek appear redder than it did before. “Because of a lot of things. You need ice for that bruise?”

He had forgotten about it for the first time tonight. He touches it now as if to remind himself, trying to hide his wince as he realises how tender it is. “I’m good,” he says despite himself.

She rolls her eyes, kneeling down to rifle through the freezer. When she comes up, she’s holding frozen peas. She chucks them at him, and he catches reluctantly, pressing them gently to his face. “Thanks.”

“So, where did you move from?” she questions, leading him to the couch and sitting down, whiskey in hand. He follows, sitting beside her, perhaps a little closer than he had meant to. He doesn’t make an effort to budge down.

“California.”

“Yeah?” Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “That’s a little different than Hawkins. What was it like?”

“It was …,” he sighs, unable to find the right words. Nobody had asked him that yet, really. Nobody in Hawkins cared about Billy’s old life. Sometimes, it no longer feels as though it exists at all. “It was home. I basically lived on the beach. Had bonfires most nights, spent my days out in the sun. There was always something happening, too. Carnivals, fairs, gigs. You’d love it. You'd get some amazing photographs.”

“Yeah,” she smiles, hanging on his every word. He can’t help but look at her again, at her eyes that he’d been sure had changed. They were still green, still the closest he could get to his favourite place. “I bet. You must miss it like crazy.”

“More than anything,” he admits, sipping his drink to distract himself from the sudden attention. “What about you, you lived here your whole life?”

“Actually, I lived in New York for a while when I was a kid. My mom still lives there with her new husband.”

“Did you like it?”

She shakes her head, leaning back into the couch as her eyes glaze over for a moment, remembering. “I did. Now, it just reminds me of things I’d rather forget.”

“Like?”

“I think I’ve told you enough of my little sob story tonight,” she laughs, but Billy can tell it isn’t genuine. He can’t help but wonder if they’re more alike than he thought, looking at the cut on her cheek again. Did the chief do that? He seems to walk around town in an eternally foul mood: it wouldn’t necessarily surprise him if he took it out on her.

He finds himself inching closer to her, so close that their foreheads are almost touching. “I like talking to you. You’re the only person in this shitty town I can stand to be around, even if you are all gloom and doom.”

“Gee, thanks.” Sarcasm drips from her words without conviction. He can hear her breath coming out quicker as he looks down at her soft, pink lips longingly. She doesn’t close the distance, so he takes it upon himself.

Their lips press together for only a moment before her hands are on his stomach, pushing him away. She stands up, crossing her arms over her chest as though she’s naked rather than fully clothed with layers of knitwear. Her face is bright red, her eyes blazing. “What the fuck, Billy?”

“What?” he replies cluelessly, raking his hand through his hair and pretending as though his cheeks aren’t heating up in embarrassment. He can’t remember the last time he was rejected.

“What?” Frances repeats in disbelief. “God, what was this? Were you just trying to get into my pants the entire fucking time? Driving me home, getting back my camera, listening to me when I talk about my dead friend and my cheating boyfriend because I’m a fucking idiot who thought that maybe you weren’t so bad, that maybe you actually gave a shit?”

He’s speechless, licking his dry lips as he tries to figure out what to say. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“Why would I ever want that? I just ended a two-year relationship with my best fucking friend.”

“And I’m great at rebound sex,” he answers as though it’s obvious. He can feel anger beginning to bubble in him, not because he’s mad at her words, but because she’s yelling—and he still doesn’t know why. “Why else am I hear, Fran? You wanna talk about feelings all night while you braid my damn hair? Cuddle by the fuckin’ fire with a mug of hot cocoa, marshmallows on top? You’re not stupid. You know I’m not that guy.”

Tears are pricking her eyes again, and this time she doesn’t blink them back. He’s not sure she even knows she’s crying in her own, blind rage. “So all of this was just for sex? All of it?”

Billy softens at the sadness in her voice, his elbows digging painfully into his thighs as he puts his head in his hands and takes a breath. “No, it wasn’t like that. I didn’t plan all this just to screw you. I just … When you invited me in, I thought—”

“Thought you’d shoot your shot,” she finished bitterly. “Of course you did; of course opening my door to you automatically meant opening my legs, too. You’re a fucking asshole, Billy. I don’t know why I let you in. I don’t know why I let any of this happen. Just get out.”

“Fran—” he says desperately, standing up from the couch and walking around the coffee table to meet her.

“Get out, Billy!” Frances shouts. “Get the fuck out!”

She pushes him backwards with more force than he’d been expecting, sending him flying straight into the door. It falls open against his weight, and he falls with it, landing on the porch. His defeated, shocked body is illuminated by the white porch light.

Frances stands in the doorway, speechless. Clearly, she had been expecting this as much as he had.

“Jesus!” he yells when he’s able to find the words. It hurts him, being treated this way. He could take it from his father, his friends, the shitheads he beats up at school and parties, but he hadn’t been expecting her to touch him like that—and it’s clear she hadn’t meant to by the way she looks at him as though he’s broken, as though she’s broken him, though she can’t know what this means to him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re a crazy bitch, you know that?”

“Fuck you,” she whispers weakly as he pulls himself up, using the fence as support. “Leave me alone, Hargrove.”

“Gladly,” he responds, his upper lip curling in contempt. His hands are balled into fists as he marches away, barely sparing her a glance as he slams the door of the Camaro shut after sliding into the driver’s seat. His tyres struggle against the gravel, spitting out dust and dirt as he speeds away, watching her retreating figure standing in the threshold of the trailer in the rear-view mirror.

part seven

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hi baby, happy holidays :) whenever you can, there’s no rush, would you be willing to write a steve x reader fluff where they’re friends and secretly in love and then at a christmas party they accidentally end up under the mistletoe? i’ve just been having a hard time and could really use fluffy blushy pining steve :) thank you so much doll xx

merry christmas and happy holidays to all those celebrating!

word count: 2k

WARNINGS: almost smut, but not anything to warn about, some alcohol use

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It was a cold Christmas night in the quiet town of Hawkins, Indiana. But it was warm in the Buckley house. You stood in the living room with your small group of friends, a red solo cup filled with beer in your hand.

You weren’t much of a drinker, to be honest, and you hadn’t consumed very much of your drink. But that wasn’t to say you didn’t want to.

If you were being honest, tonight was hard. You were one of the only single people at the party that night, and one of the only single people you knew that would be spending the holidays alone.

It had always been like this. You’d only been in one relationship, and you never really minded until holidays like Christmas, Valentine’s Day, and New Year’s came around.

Sure, you’d had your first kiss, and you weren’t a virgin, but you’d only ever had one boyfriend.

But there was someone who had your eye: Steve Harrington, the host of the party. You guys had been best friends for four years. And, while you never had a significant other, you always had Steve, who was as close to one you’d ever had.

But you guys hadn’t hung out at all tonight. You were busy with Robin, who was throwing the party, and her girlfriend. She had Robin’s arm around her all night and it was like they were attached at the hip.

You sat next to them on the couch, talking with them and their other friends. That was when you caught Steve’s eye. You got up instantly, walking over to him quickly.

He smiled and ran his hand through his hair. You could instantly smell the beer on him, which overwhelmed you a bit.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was a bit slurred, leading you to believe he was tipsy.

“Hey.”

“Where’ve you been? I’ve been looking for you.”

“Hanging out with Robin and Jamie.”

“Ah.”

“How much have you had to drink?” you asked, noticing he was getting a bit unbalanced.

“Just five.”

“Just five? Well, it’s a good thing I can drive you home.”

“I don’t need you to do that.”

“And I don’t need to lose my best friend tonight because he was being a dumbass.”

He rolled his eyes. He gripped your hand and pulled you toward the laundry room and stopped when you were just outside the door.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

He looked up and your eyes followed, and you raised your eyebrows when you spotted it: Mistletoe. When you looked back at him, he was smiling.

“Well, you know the rules,” he said.

“Steve,” you said. “You’re drunk.”

“Ah, come on. You think I don’t know you’re in love with me the same way I’m in love with you?”

You didn’t even have time to comprehend what he said before his hand was cupping your face.

You shook your head, feeling your heart in your throat.

“Even if that was true, I’m not kissing you when you’re drunk. I would want you to do the same for me.”

“Y/N, this is the only time I’m gonna be ballsy enough to do this.”

“We can do this when you’re sober.”

“I don’t want to wait to do this when I’m sober. It’s just a kiss.”

You sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to give up. And it shocked you to your core that he knew you were in love with him. You thought you’d been able to successfully keep that a secret.

But Steve knew everything about you. And you knew you had a habit of not being able to keep a secret when you were drunk, so you figured you must have told him one of those times.

“Fine. One kiss. Anything else is gonna have to happen when we’re both sober.”

“Are you saying you wanna do more?”

“Not necessarily. But if something does happen, neither of us is gonna be drunk when it does.”

“Deal.”

He pulled you in quickly, connecting your lips. You lightly gripped his hand, placing your other one on the nape of his neck. You kissed back, feeling his hand travel to your lower back.

You moaned lightly into the kiss before he pulled away, looking you in the eye.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for years.” That was when he kissed you once more. “Do you mind to drive me home?”

You shook your head and gulped. “No, not at all.”

“Hold on,” he said, opening the bathroom door right behind him. He leaned over the toilet and vomited, making you look away. When he finished, he grabbed the bottle of mouthwash on the sink and rinsed for a few seconds. When he turned to you, he said, “I really didn’t want to do that in your car.”

You pulled the covers over Steve’s body, sitting on the edge of the bed next to his hip. He was zoning in and out and you just looked at him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he whispered.

“Now why would I waste my film on you?” you joked. He smiled and chuckled.

“Stay the night?” he asked, reaching over and gripping your hand.

“I told my parents I’d be home at midnight, and it’s…” You looked at his alarm clock. “One-thirty. They’d kill me.”

“You already missed your curfew. They’ll be fine if they knew you were here.”

You sighed. “I don’t have my birth control here.”

“You keep an extra pack in your drawer, remember?”

Steve gave you the third drawer of his dresser since you stayed over so much. You did indeed keep an extra pack of your birth control pills in the drawer. You cursed yourself for doing that, not giving you an excuse to leave.

“Fuck it. I’ll stay,” you said.

“Yay,” he said.

When you were changed into a tank top and shorts, you laid next to him on your side and just looked at him.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m in love with you,” he slurred.

“I know. We can talk about it in the morning.”

“But-”

“Please. I don’t wanna get into it tonight just for you not to remember it in the morning, okay?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he just started snoring. You sighed and rolled onto your other side, falling asleep a little while after.

You were the first one awake that morning. You laid facing away from him, just staring at the wall. You were anticipating talking to him when he woke up, not knowing what would happen between you two.

But, soon enough, he was awake and stirring. You felt him roll over in bed and mumble, “What the hell?”

You rolled onto your back and looked over at him, a relieved expression on his face.

“I didn’t know it was you,” he said. “I thought you had to get home?”

“Eh. I missed my curfew anyway. You convinced me that my parents wouldn’t be as mad if I was here.”

He rolled over, gripping the trash can on his floor, and vomited for about fifteen seconds. He groaned when his head hit the pillow again.

“Did we… do anything last night?” he asked.

“What? No, why?”

“I don’t know. I just feel like something happened.”

“Well, you kissed me at the party under the mistletoe, but nothing else.”

“What?”

“You told me you’re in love with me.”

“Shit.”

“And you told me you know I’m in love with you.”

He didn’t respond for a minute. “I wasn’t lying, Y/N.”

“I know. I know.”

“I have been for three years.”

“Three?”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you liked me?”

“You know I don’t have the courage to do that.” He didn’t answer. “Is that why you were always less interested when I was with Danny?”

Danny was your first boyfriend. You guys started dating when you were juniors. The relationship only lasted for about two months. You found out he cheated on you with one of his friends, and you broke it off.

“And why you wanted to kill him when he cheated on me?” you asked.

“Yeah.”

You nodded. “Makes sense now.”

“So… What do we do now?”

You rolled over to face him, and he did the same.

“I don’t know,” you said softly.

He reached over and placed his hand lightly on your cheek.

“Maybe we should continue what we were doing last night.”

You rolled onto your stomach, holding yourself up by your elbows. Your face hovered over his, only a few inches away. He tucked your hair behind your ear, running his thumb down to your bottom lip.

“Maybe,” you whispered.

He pulled you down and connected your lips. But this time was different. It was more sincere, more loving. His mouth tasted like alcohol and morning breath, not to mention the slight hint of vomit, but it was sweet.

Your kiss became more passionate and deep. It was all you could focus on.

When you felt his hand snake down to your hip, then to the small of your back, you let out a small moan. You pushed yourself on top of him, his hands exploring your back. They eventually went up to your ribcage, his thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts.

Your hands were placed on his chest, feeling how shallow his breaths were.

When his hands cupped your breasts, there was a knock at the door. You broke the kiss and rolled your eyes, falling down next to him.

“Yeah?” he called out.

The door opened and there stood Dustin. Steve groaned and propped himself on his elbows.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“You promised you’d take me to the arcade.”

“It’s Christmas,” Steve replied.

“Yesterday was Christmas.”

“The arcade doesn’t open again until tomorrow anyway.”

“I asked Keith. He said they reopen today.”

“You couldn’t have waited another hour?” He looked at his alarm clock to see it was seven a.m.

“The early bird catches the worm.” He looked at you. “Were you guys-”

“No,” you interrupted. “We weren’t doing anything.” You pushed yourself off the bed and grabbed your jacket, pulling it on over your tank top. You pulled your jeans over your shorts. You slipped your shoes on, not even worrying about putting socks on.

You grabbed your keys and hat, putting it over your head.

“I should get going. My parents are gonna be pissed at me for not coming home last night.”

“Let me walk you out,” he said, standing up.

“See you later, Henderson,” you said, smiling at Dustin.

“You’re still coming to Mikes on New Year’s, right?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You stood at the door, zipping your jacket and separating your car key from the rest of your keys.

“Let’s go on a date. Dinner, or a movie or something,” he suggested.

“Why not both?”

He smirked. “Both.”

“We can split the check.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll pay.”

“Steve-”

“I’m the one asking you on a date, I’ll pay.”

You smirked. “Fine. But I’m paying for the next one.”

“Deal.” He leaned down and kissed you, which you returned without question.

You knew Steve well, and you knew he was able to satisfy a girl in the bedroom, but you didn’t expect his kisses to be so passionate and full of love. He was gentle, and his lips were soft and welcoming.

“I’ll see you later.”

“See you later.”

He closed the door once you were walking down the driveway, turning around to face the stairs. He groaned when he saw Dustin halfway down them.

“It’s finally happening?” Dustin asked with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Do you know how long we’ve been waiting for this?”

“Who’s ‘we’?”

“The party. We’ve been pining for you guys to get together since you joined us.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Let me get dressed and I’ll take you to the stupid arcade,” he mumbled.

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All you have to be is here - Part 12

Synopsis: Billy has fucked up and has to do 60 days of community service at a home for troubled kids and youth. Working with the kids there makes him learn a lot about himself. Also there’s a girl there his age who has a phenomenal smile and who is way too nice to him.I guess I should mention there’s a lot of angst in this. Talk of substance abuse later on, physical abuse, emotional abuse. All that kind of gnarly real life stuff. It deals with kids and teens struggling with a a shitty family life so be aware of that.

Part 12 of ? (Slight mention of smut)

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I never really ever felt so adored before Never really ever felt this type of vulnerable Don’t have to hide, don’t have to fear All you have to be is here Never really ever felt so adored before And I said I wanna feel like this forever Even if forever’s just for now We’re on fire, let us burn As the outside world, it turns We are here and alive In our corner of time Forevermore

There’s a crying kid on the airplane two rows behind him and a woman loudly bickering to her seat neighbour, right across. It’s loud and stuffy and the seats are well small.

None of it matters though, because Billy relishes in this moment. He’s finally on his way home. Even if it’s just for a few days, his heart already feels much lighter from just the thought of it.

The ever present anger coursing through his system, is but a mere memory in the back of his head, as the plane starts to move.

“ Are you excited ? “ (Y/N) asks from beside him. His initial reaction is an overwhelming urge to roll his eyes. What a silly question. He’s been looking forward to this day from the moment his dad had first told him about their plans to move to Hawkins. California is home. It’s bright suns and soft mornings and piano melodies carried by the wind all the way from the living room down to the beach.

It’s scuffed up knees and sweat and waves so big they made young Billy speechless as he watched them crash against the shore, a look of curious fascination on his face.

Billy really wants to roll his eyes at the question, throw her some sarcastic comment and make that the end of it. He knows it comes from a good place though, a place of care and worry and — unfiltered joy.

She’s genuinely excited for him. No one’s ever been excited for him. Not to this extend.

It also comes from a place of anxiety. It’s hidden and if you don’t know what to look for, you wouldn’t realize it. Billy knows though. She’s told him before, casually slipped it into a conversation. “ Yeah, I’ve never flown before but, no big deal.”

But it is a big deal. It’s a huge deal.

So taking that all into consideration, he doesn’t roll his eyes at her. Instead he takes her hand in his, placed a kiss on her forehead and grants her a smile. It’s a “yes” without having to say a word. It’s a “everything’s gonna be alright.”

And he believes it. He truly believes it himself.

His eyes wander back towards the window as the airplane lifts up into the air. The world down below gets further and further away with every second, every blink of an eye. Houses that towered tall above his head just moments ago are now but tiny tiny dots.

Billy has expected to feel some kind of way once they’re up in the clouds. Insignificant. Like one small dot in an ocean of shapes. One dot that makes no difference to the whole picture whether he’s there or not.

He expected to feel small. Instead, it all feels weirdly liberating. To see how much world there is to discover. How much life there is yet to be lived. To see that Hawkins, too, is just a dot. There’s so much more out there, he doesn’t have to be confined to this shitty little town that makes him feel like he’s stuck in a perpetual state of anger and frustration.

The world is, literally, at his feet right now. And now, he’s no idiot. He knows the world ain’t his fucing oyster. There’s things he’ll never get to do. But it’s nice to let yourself dream every once in a while. And what better time than while up in the damn clouds.

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Driving along the Californian roads he knows so well is a strange feeling. The car is different and, to a certain extend, the boy driving it is different too. The roads are the same though. They feel so familiar.

Yes there’s a mix of emotions swirling around inside of him. It feels like he’s hardly been gone and yet it feels like a lifetime has gone by since he’s last driven along these roads.

There’s a sparkle in (Y/N) eyes, he notices as he glances over towards her. She looks gorgeous as the sun falls through the window and onto her skin. Like a scene straight from a postcard. Perfect. Flawless.

“ So you said, we’re going to stay at a beach cabin. Isn’t that like, super expensive ? “ she asks, leaning back in her seat and swaying along to the music ever so slightly.

“ Ah I got a good deal. “

H doesn’t tell her that this good deal comes from knowing the woman who rents out these beach cabins. That she once found him crying by the beach, blackeye and nosebleed perfectly on display. She told him then, after giving him cookies and cleaning him up, that he would always have a place to stay whenever he needs it.

She’s keeping her word.

There’s some traumas you don’t have to share, and maybe he should, but he doesn’t want to. Some traumas you just live with. You grin and bear and hope that one day when things get better, they won’t weigh so heavy on you anymore. That one day they turn into dusty memories that only flatter around your head every once in a blue moon.

So this one he’s keeping to himself for now. Because right this moment, though it still feels heavy on his chest, it doesn’t really matter. He’s home, driving along familiar roads with a girl that makes his heart do silly things.

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The beach cabin is small compared to the other ones lining the coast but to Billy and (Y/N) it is more than enough. There’s a living room with a little porch connected to it, looking straight out onto the beach. A small kitchen, a bathroom with a shower and a big bathtub. Billy would be lying is he says he hasn’t thought of all the things they might be doing in that tub.

The bedroom though, is the most breathtaking of all the rooms. It’s all softy blues and whites and light grays. Like the ocean on a peaceful sunday morning captured in the confines of one small beach cabin. There’s huge windows that allow you to look straight at the sea as you lay in bed. He can’t wait to wake up to this view. Can’t wait to wake up to it with (Y/N) in his arms.

“ This is insane. I absolutely love this ! “ (Y/N) exclaims as she throws herself onto the bed with enthusiasm. “ I wish we could go out explore, like right now. But I am so exhausted. “

They’d been up all night, packing the last of their stuff and taking a taxi to the airport. It’s only once she mentions it, that Billy realises just how tired he is. Though he knows there’s no sleep coming for him anytime soon. All his senses, all his emotions are running on overdrive right now. It’s an abundance of memories clashing with so many ideas of what these next few days might hold. His head is too loud to even think about sleep right now.

“ How about you go take a nap and I’ll go get us something to eat. How’s that sound ? “

“ So domestic. What a gentleman “ (Y/N) jokes, coming over to wrap one arm around Billy’s neck and absentmindedly play with a button of his shirt with the other.

“ Gentleman, huh ? I’ll show you how much of a gentleman I can be later “ Billy replies then lowers his head to level his lips with her ears, softly breathing against her skin, making goosebumps appear. “ when I fuck you into this very mattress. We can even watch the waves while we do it. “

“ So romantic “ she quips but there’s a very prominent red hue coloring her cheeks.

“ Jesus, did I make you blush. “

“ No. “

Lies.

“ Alright. Whatever you say, babe. Go have a nap. “ he says and stirs her towards the bed, giving her ass a little tap “ you’ll need the energy later. “

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Some upbeat spanish music is playing from the overhead stereo as Billy browses the isle of some tiny bodega in one of the many side streets away from the more touristy areas.

There’s two sandwiches in the little plastic bag hanging from his arm, but that’s only enough to keep them fed until dinner. He knows he’s gonna stock up on at least a bit of food. He also knows his girl needs her coffee in the morning.

His eyes move along the shelves stocked with all kinds of foods and drinks, as a voice speaks up from beside him.

“ Hargrove ? “

It’s a voice he hasn’t heard since the day his family left for Hawkins. He remembers the last words this voice ever said to him. They’ve been flowing through his head many many times. They were usually followed by so many questions. The loudest of them all, all but screaming at him. “Why don’t any of them call ? Why don’t any of them care ? Why doesn’t he care ? “

Johnny Foster stands as lanky and tall as he always did. His shaggy brown hair falls into his face with every move he makes and his shirts seems to swallow his narrow frame. There’s a baseball cap on his head in an attempt to keep his unruly hair in place, and the pair of beat up sneakers still have Billy’s name scribbled onto them, alongside those of all their other friends.

Johnny hasn’t changed a thing since they day the Hargroves left. Billy doesn’t know if this is comforting.

“ Hargrove ! It’s you. Hey man. “

Before he can even say a word, he’s wrapped into a big hug. Johnny is the human equivalent of some over excited golden retriever puppy. He smells like ocean air and pot.

“ Man. I didn’t know you were gonna be home. You should’ve called !”

It’s then, that Billy is shaken from his thoughts. He should’ve called ? They should’ve ! Johnny and Dylan and all the others. None of them did though. So why should he.

“ You didn’t. “

“ Didn’t what ? “

“ Call. “

Johnny’s face screws up in confusion. “ Yeah I did. I talked to your dad and you stepmom a few times. You were never home. “

It’s like cold ice water running down his spine, as Johnny throws those words at him. He did call and he did care. Everything he thought he had come to terms with, is now but a lie. An intricate web of deception, woven to keep him isolated from the few happy things in his past.

God, he fucking hates Neil. And Susan.

“ I take it you didn’t know that. Hey man, I’m sorry. “

“ Not your fault. “

“ So you’re home ! Are you back permanently ? “

Yeah. He’s home. And it feels like it. The pressure, the weight, te sadness. It’s all dulled and muted here. There’s been hurt and pain here too, lots of it. But the cause of most of those things is now so many miles away.

“ Not for now. Just for a few days. It’s my girl’s birthday. “

Johnny takes a double take, eyes wide in surprise “ Your girl, huh ? Like an actual committed girlfriend, kinda girl. “

“ Mmh. “

“ Damn, Billy Hargrove has a girlfriend. Indiana changed you, man. “

He says it not with malice though, not even with mock judgement. It’s a fact. One that’s undeniable and unshakable. Billy doesn’t think Johnny knows even the smallest amount of how much Indiana has changed him. Or maybe not the state itself. Maybe it’s what came with it. The people. The girl. The feelings.

“ Guess so. “

“ She cool ? “

It’s such a Johnny think to ask. Some of his other friends from California probably would’ve asked if she was hot. Maybe even more crass things. Not Johnny. Johnny doesn’t care about superficial things. Johnny cares about people in the way a dog does, or a little kid. Are they nice? Are they fun? And most importantly, are they cool ?

“ Yeah, Johnny. She’s real cool. “

“ Bring her around, dude ! Let me call the others and set up a bonfire down by the beach. Like old times. “

“ I don’t know. “

It’s not that he doesn’t want to. It’s just a lot. Seeing his old friends again. Some of which aren’t the way Johnny is. Aren’t forgiving and sweet and goofy.

“ C’mon, Billy. I wanna meet your girl. I’m your best friend I should get to meet her while you’re here. And I know the others want to see you too. We missed you, man. “

And maybe that’s all it takes. To know he was being missed. By the same people he spend month believing had just forgotten about him.

“ Alright, yeah. Let’s do it. “

As Johnny smiles his goofy, little boy smile. Billy thinks maybe he missed his friends too.

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(Y/N) lets out a passionate moan of absolute satisfaction. Sex with her, it’s just different. Especially here. With the ocean and the beach as a backdrop to her bouncing on his dick like her life depends on it.

Her skin is soft, so fucking soft. And she feels so warm around him. The light from outside casts an ethereal glow around her. She looks like a goddamn angel as she rides him.

Her breasts bounce as she moves in a steady rhythm, fast, rough, hard. In a way that seems almost pornorgraphy if it wasn’t for the innocent smile of pleasure on her face. She’s a fucking goddess. In all ways possible.

The way her body shakes and twitches let’s him know he’s doing a good job. That he’s bringing her close. Closer. Always closer. She places a sloppy kiss on his lips as she comes undone around him, squeezing him in the most delicious ways. And how can he possibly hold it together at that. His moves are sloppy and uncontrolled but he's so desperate to chase the high, to follow her over the edge. And when he does, god — he’s straight to heaven.

Their sweaty bodies stick to each other, as (Y/N) slumps down on the bed next to him and places lazy kisses up and down his neck, actively killing him little by little. If this girl knows just how big her power over him is, he’s positively screwed.

Than again, getting screwed by her really isn’t the worst case scenario now, is it ?

“ Why are you smiling so big, huh ? “ her voice comes out husky and rough.

Billy hasn’t even realised he’s smiling. Not actively. But really, what is there not to smile about. He’s home, with his girl, giving and receiving great orgasms, while the waves crash against the shore in a peaceful rhythm.

“ Because I’m happy. “

And it’s not a fleeting moment then, like it usually is. His happy moments in Hawkins are few and far between. Not here. It’s been a constant state of bliss since they got off the plane.

“ Good. That’s all I ever want you to be “

“ Are you happy ? “ Billy asks her and pulls her closer to his body, if that is even possible.

“ I’ve never been happier. “

That is all he ever wants her to be.

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The bonfire casts a glow of gold an red across the beach. There’s people mingling everywhere and most of them have stopped by Billy over the course of the night, catching him up on their lives and asking about his.

Some of them, he is indifferent about and some of them he’s missed so dearly. (Y/N) stands by his side, smiling and laughing and cracking jokes. And then Johnny comes up to them, with his usually slagging walk. Like his legs are too long for his body.

“ Hey, guys. “ he slurs, obviously having had a cup or two of the punch already.

“ (Y/N), that’s Johnny, my best friend. “

It’s not really a lie. He’s his best friend. The thing is, (Y/N) is his best friend too. And they’re both important for many different things. He loves them both for completely different reasons.

It’s also kinda cheesy to say his girlfriend is his best friend, so he keeps that to himself. He doesn’t have to say it for her to know. It’s a mutual feeling.

“ Johnny, this is (Y/N). My girlfriend. “ It feels great to introduce her this way. Not weird as he had expected. It feels — right. More right than anything has felt in a while.

“ Aw, man. You’re gorgeous. You sure you wanna stick it with this screwball ?  I mean, yeah he’s got a great ass but, the hair ? the mustache ? You sure ? “

Johnny is the only person that gets to say there things about Billy without having to fear any repercussions. Because they don’t come from a place of hostility or ill will. That’s just what friends do. It’s loving banter. It’s friendship.

“ Ah, you know. He’s being really good so far. I think I’ll keep him around for a while. “ (Y/N) replies and then the two of them fall into a joking conversation full of laughter and smiles and drunken hiccups from Johnny.

Billy, then, thinks that this is what his life should’ve been from the start. Going to a party by the beach. Watching his girlfriend and his best friend joking around. Smiling. Laughing. Happy.

There’s a warm feeling spreading through his chest. One of complete and utter content. If moments where photographs, he would take a million pictures of this one. To hold it close forever as the moment his life truly begins.

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It’s many, many hours later as Billy walks along the beach by himself, plopping down onto the sand a small distance from the bonfire. The party is winding down a little further up the shore but most of the people are either asleep on the floor, in their cars or have already left a while ago.

The world feels peaceful around him. Quiet and serene. Bad things happening, pain and hurt and anger — It all seems to far away here. As if this is a bubble he gets to live in for a few short days. A bubble showing him how good a life can be.

He knows that soon the night is giving in to the blinding light of a rising sun and with a day gone, the inevitable pop of the bubble gets closer and closer. But he’s positively tipsy right now on punch and love and life. And he doesn’t wanna think about Hawkins. About Neil. About what might happen with his mom.

He just wants to be. For one moment he just wants to be alive without having to worry about anything else.

A soft touch shakes him from his daydream, as (Y/N) drops down into the sand next to him. Their eyes are on the horizon but their hearts are with each other. Always.

“ I like your friends. “

“ Yeah ? That’s good. I think they like you too. “

Really, how could anyone not like her? She’s phenomenal in every aspect.

“ You know what else I like. No — what I love ? “ she continues.

“ What’s that ? “

“ The way you are, since we arrived. So — light. You smile more and you laugh more and you’re goofy and fun and I haven’t seen you scowl. Not even once. “

Billy hasn’t expect her to notice. He noticed a change in himself, sure. But he thought it was more of an inside change. For a second it makes him feel uneasy. Vulnerable. Showing your emotions to other people can be dangerous.

But then it sets in, that this isn’t Hawkins and this isn’t Neil and he can be vulnerable and he can show emotions. There’s no shame in it and there’s no fear of any consequences.

The only consequence coming from it might be (Y/N) showering him with even more love in return, and that he can surely live with.

“ I love you, (Y/N). “

It’s still strange to say it but some things mean so much, they’re worth saying even if it’s scary.

“ I love you too. “

See ? Totally worth it.

The sun slowly rises in the east behind them, it throws hues of blues and pinks across the city, across the buildings and palm trees and streets of people waking up. California mornings are spectacular for they feels soft and magical. And maybe it’s a memory clouded in pure and utter nostalgia, but that’s how they always felt to Billy.

It still feels this way now. Though magic comes from many places these days. His friends. His girl. His home.

“ Hey, baby ? “

“ Hmm ? “

“ I think I wanna go see my mom the day after your birthday. I think I want her to meet you. “

(Y/N) kisses his cheek, then his lips, then smiles “ Okay. I’m with you every step of the way. “

The morning sunshine makes her shimmer in a golden glow and Billy wonders how his heart is ever going to hold together when the time comes for them to leave ?

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Can you write something about billy forcing the reader to explore some haunted houses with him around town because he’s always wanted to fuck someone in them 🧛🏽‍♀️

October 2nd - Haunted House Sex?

Summary - Billy has a plan to fuck you in the abandoned house near the clearing.

Warnings - Smut, Swearing, Spookyness 👻

A/N - I don’t even know where I went with this haha, but I hope you liked it 😈

You shoved your feet through the long grass surrounding the clearing, your jeans were covered in mud and you were starting to regret wearing heals. Billy held your hand as he shone the flashlight forwards.

“Billy, do we really have to go... Tommy really freaked me out this morning” you groaned as you were pulled through the various weeds and mud patches.

“Trust me angel, nothings gonna happen to you whilst I’m here, ain’t no ghosts got a thing on me” he flexed his muscles and winked at you. You didn’t find it very funny. “There it is” he shone the light upwards to the abandoned mansion. It had been here for around about 10 years, the previous owner apparently left because they kept seeing ghosts and all that jazz.

You remembered back to what Tommy said this morning.

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“You guys heading to that haunted house then?” He quirked his eyebrow as Billy pulled you into his arms.

“Hell yeah, we’ve been waiting all season, ain’t that right angel?” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s probably not even haunted... media tricks us with shit like that”

Tommy had a huge grin on his features. He looked at Billy who winked at him, smirking.

“You sure about that Y/N? Because before you came to Hawkins, there was these two twins... The Flankeys, they decided to go to the house, because like you said... it probably wasn’t haunted etc, well all I can say is, The Flankeys haven’t been back since” he nudged Billy’s side and chuckled quietly before you could see.

“W-What...” You stuttered, feeling a small chill down your back. “Whatever Tommy, you don’t even know what you’re talking about anyway...”.

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You’d been freaked out ever since. Billy helped you jump the fence, and you went to the big black doors in the centre of the building.

He opened them slightly, a loud creak a creak echoed the halls.

You held onto Billy’s arm now, shiveres running up and down your body.

“Let’s just hurry up and look and then go” you mumbled. Billy shook his head and chuckled.

“Sure thing princess, we’ll be out in a second” he took you inside.

You heard the wind whistle through the halls of the house, nothing but darkness illuminating the walls. You gripped onto Billy’s side, he shone the flashlight around, finding a flight of stairs.

“Let’s go up there” he whispered.

The door slammed behind you. You jumped into Billy’s arms, he caught you, bursting into a fit of laughter.

“It was just the wind closing it babe!” He cried with laughter, his hands on his knees after you climbed off of him embarrassed.

You crossed your arms and huffed.

“C’mon baby don’t be like that, let’s go” he took your hand again, leading you up the stairs. You walked the long corridor, wooden doors leading to mysterious rooms.

“Wait Billy...” your breathing stopped, your blood ran cold. “Why’s the light on in that room?”, he followed your gaze onto the last door at the end. Light shone through the small cracks of the door.

He crept forwards.

“Billy! What’re you doing!” You hissed. You looked behind you, nothing but darkness, no way in hell was he gonna leave you here.

You caught up with his careful movements, holding onto him.

He placed his hand onto the doorknob.

“BILLY!” You whisper-shouted at him to stop but he turned it, the squeaking and cracking of wood and metal adding to the anticipation.

He threw the door open, you screamed. Holding him.

He roared with laughter once again. “Babe, there’s nothing there” he chuckled. You shoved him away from you.

“I hate you” You squeaked. Opening your eyes again.

Instead of an axe murderer or a dead body you found a bed. A double bed, candles lighting up the area. You knew what Billy wanted.

“No... no- there is no way I’m going to do it here no” you shook your head and crossed your arms, standing still.

Billy sighed.

“Please baby! It’ll be fun... plus I got Tommy to replace the sheets” he smiled at you.

“No! One - that’s disgusting, two - you told Tommy that you were gonna fuck me. IN A HAUNTED HOUSE?! Are you a psychopath?!” You squealed.

Billy placed his hands on your hips.

“Well yeah... wanted it to look romantic so I asked him to make it look a little more... comfortable? And I am not a psychopath! I just really wanna fuck you in an abandoned house... what’s so wrong with that?” You raised your eyebrows.

“You’re insane”

“Insanely in love with you...” he cupped your cheek, his voice was deep and sexy.

“I hate you” you muttered.

“I know you don’t” he winked, his thumb running over your lip. He leaned in for a kiss, you obliged, pressing your lips against his. The kiss was hot and rough. Billy’s hand traveled down to your ass as he gave it a quick squeeze.

He pulled you onto the bed, you lay on top of him as you made out, tongues wresting for dominance in one another’s mouths, his strong arms wrapped around your waist.

He flipped you both over, his jeans were tighter then ever before. You pulled him back into the kiss by his collar, he chuckled into your mouth as he took off your coat and pulled off your shirt. He fiddled with the clasps off your bra, taking it off swiftly, the coldness of the air hardening your nipples.

He kissed eachone and then wrapped his lips around one, playing with the nipple with his tongue and teeth, using his fingers to twist a pull the other one. You moaned, wetness pooling between your legs.

Billy helped you out of your jeans, his hands toying with you panties, ripping them off. He reached into his pocket and took out a condom, placing it on the side as he or undressed, he crawled back over to you.

His head immediately went inbetween your legs, his tongue playing with your clit and delving between your folds.

Your back arched in pleasure as he hummed against your throbbing pussy.

“That’s it kitten” he mumbled. Your fingers gripped his curls as he devoured you. Every lick and suck sending a new wave of pleasure through your body.

He held your hips down as he licked one last strip from your core to your clit, he reached his fingers up and pumped them into your slit.

“I’m close!” You squeaked. He smirked as he watched you writhe in pleasure. His thumb attacking your clit, fingers pumping you.

He felt your thighs shake and your walls squeezed his fingers as you came, a string of moans and cries leaving your breathless mouth.

“That was amazing” you calmed down.

“It’s not over yet precious” he gestured to his cock. He was rock hard and aching for a touch.

He sat on the edge of the bed as you squatted down, coming face to face with his member.

You took a hold of it, a strong grasp, lightly squeezing him but not enough. You pumped him a few times, your hand gliding up and down his veiny shaft, he threw his head back as you replaced you fingers with your tongue, running it over his vein.

“Fuck!” He growled, his hand grabbing your head, he pulled you back for a second, taking a look into your eyes. God you looked like a goddess right now.

He pushed you forward, not too much but just enough. He watched you lick his tip, you were hungry for more. He pushed you further down, you breathed through your nose as he face fucked you. His heart racing.

“My god you’re so good at this” he groaned. Your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked him.

His cock twitched as he came in your mouth. You swallowed it all, pulling off his cock. He licked his lips, he was in pure bliss. He hoisted you up onto his bare lap.

“You’re a master at getting me off angelface” he smirked. You giggled lazily, putting your hands on his chest.

You heard a noise from outside. You flinched into Billy’s chest.

“That was just the wind, again, nothings gonna hurt us... this place isn’t even haunted anyway” he kissed your head. You nodded and sat back up, you grabbed the condom and rolled it onto his member.

He felt shudders of pleasure.

You lined himself up with your entrance and sank down, you both moaned in unison as you took him.

He placed his hands on your ass, he rocked you forwards.

He cursed under his breath as you raked your fingernails down his chest.

You picked up your pace, bouncing on his dick, it grazing your spot deliciously.

You went at it like wild animals, screams of his name and joined moans as the rain splattered against the window.

You felt the band in your lower abdomen tighten. Billy felt he was close to.

You sank down harder onto him. He threw his head back and his fingers grasped your ass as he came, you yelled his name as the band snapped and you released around his cock.

“Fuck!” You groaned. Slowly you slipped off him, and collapsed next to his panting frame, both of you were sweaty and breathing heavy. “I can’t believe you talked me into doing that you weirdo” you poked him.

He chuckled and pulled you next to him, “I’m not a weirdo, maybe you should just be a bit more risky” he raised his eyebrows up and down, a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, whatever, it’s freezing in here let’s please leave” you mumbled shoving on your clothes.

“I’ll carry you” he said, pulling up his trousers.

You smiled at him and giggled.

“I love you Billy”

“I love you too princess, now let’s get out cuz this place is giving even me the heebie jeebies” he shuddered, blowing out the candles and cleaning everything up.

He carried you back to his camaro. You breathed a sigh of relief, “Can you stay the night?” Billy felt your soft gaze falling on him as he drove.

“Anything for you princess” he, patted your thigh and sped off to your house.

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@fauxcette    asked:        “#nancy inherited the critical need to Keep Running from karen actually” yes hello more on this whenever u can please and thank u

one of the things i notice the most in the similarities between nancy and karen is the foundation of feeling themselves on the outside of things, not only in the way of being a disempowered woman but particularly in the way they think about things, the way they process information. i don’t feel like it’s coincidence that the relationship they have is so difficult, because the otherness they both feel on an inherent level makes it difficult to believe they have the capacity to understand each other (bless karen, i feel like she tries harder than nancy, who is ofc mostly just a kid who is at the point in life where they don’t really care to acknowledge that their parents are Full Realized Complicated People). but going back to the point...

that pervasive isolation in their psyches from the world around them (in this case, the suburbia around them) makes it so difficult to find comfort in purely Living. everything always feels off. there’s a deeply seeded like ... i wanna say paranoia, but that’s more nancy specific, so more generally i think i’d say a deeply rooted unrest. which all boils down to a generational trauma.

the inherited guilt from mothers past, i do love to explore it :-] there is something very tragic in the wheelers. there’s something very defeated in all of them, and it reads to me as one of those states of beings that they can’t quite stave off. it’s like this generational depression, an undoing and further undoing of happiness. i think each of them (fuck u ted) holds on to this intense desire to get away from it... they have to, almost as a survival instinct, but part of the problem is the way they’re bogged down by that sort of like ... insistent, heavy routine. they find themselves returning to the unhappiness. nancy takes it a step further with her literal running away, and getting out of hawkins/etc, but we see it in her mindset, still. and so she’s constantly running – from her home, from jon when she breaks up with him and leaves ny, from herself when she’s on the road, from her death after her book is published. it is inherited fear of something. but you can’t NAME it, it just sits there. it is always there. and it’s very late in the game that they come to the realization that the thing they’re all trying to outrun is their self, and the regrets that they have chained to their ankles like anchors.

when i say nancy inherited the need to run from her mother, i mean that the unsettling feeling of anxiety and depression that from what i see in the wheelers is absolutely, tragically, unavoidable. and though we could probably trace it through karen’s mother, etc., i think the most interesting thing is to see that karen herself (no one steal this bc i am literally explaining meg’s interp ALJSHF) is ALMOST... able to run away from a root of an issue, and maybe even break that cycle (meg correct me if i’m wrong bc i’m mostly referring to the chance she nearly has to go to college), but i think the ultimate unraveling of that sets into motion the sort of ... doomed fate for her children. and nancy has that moment, as well, which is also a great parallel, frankly, because nancy heals during her time with ximena (i don’t think nanc leaving for college is as significant in her emotional arc as it might have been in the potential of karen’s arc, to be fair, so i wouldn’t relate those two moments, though certainly the fact alone that nancy is able to leave hawkins is so close to being optimistic KJHASFD). she almost nearly overcomes the plight of her life that has kept her running so long. and maybe if she chose not to publish her book, or handled the way the govt came after her differently... ultimately, if she had stayed with xi, maybe, maybe, it would have saved her, and broken the cycle. 

between the two of them is a sharing of bitterness and unease with themselves. i think they are terrified of themselves, of the things they regret and the choices they feel that they made to make their lives so fully miserable. and neither of them, save when nancy heals w xi, process their discontent with themselves fully in a way that allows them to move past it. and that’s the inherited tragedy.

#i hope this makes sense ... fuck i talk so much LKAJSDHF #fauxcette #▌ ⁑╰ iv. karen / ours : bruised fruit heart. ∎ ჻ ɯoɯ . #long post #also meg i would love to hear if u have any adjustments to this hehe #this is based on pure instinct LAJSDHF;K

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Billy Hargrove in Seasons (Winter-pt.2)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x (F) Reader

Type: Mini-Series

Word Count: 1.4k

Request: none

Summary: Where we explore Billy Hargrove through the seasons.

⚠️Warnings: fluff :), familial arguments and fighting(the aggressive kind), angst if you look hard.

Author’s Note: told y’all it’d get longer. also, can you tell i have a preference when it comes to seasons?

Previous, Next

As the crispness of fall turned into the blistering cold of winter, Billy himself had seemed to get colder- more distant. There was no more fluff around the little game you played with him, and you didn’t get much regarding interactions with him anymore.

That was that, you assumed. An end of a small era. 

You packed your backpack for the last time until the new year, clearing out your locker, zipping up your bag, and beginning to leave.

“Hey, you uh, forgot something.”

You turned, facing the voice. Of course, it was Billy, he’d always been one to find easy ways out of situations. Ignoring you until the very last moment, for instance.

He had a holiday-themed card in his hand, nothing too special to anyone in particular, had they seen it without context.

“I don’t think I-”

“Yeah, you did.” he interrupted, shoving the card to your hands and walking away. You watched as he walked away for a moment, then turned your gaze to the card. Snowy trees stood in front of a warmly lit wooden cabin, the front saying “holiday greetings!” in an uptight cursive font. You smiled anyway, turning the cover over and reading the inside.

It was simple, very Billy-like;

Thanks, and I’m sorry. Happy holidays. See you next year. 

-Billy

Regardless, it was sweet, and thoughtful. Something he didn’t show particularly strongly to the public unless it was to get something. But a card? That was a new high for him. He was almost normal.

When you got home that evening, you looked through your phone book, finding the Hargrove's, and dialing the number.

A grumbled man’s voice answered, “This is Neil.”

You paused, it must’ve been his father, “Hi Mr. Hargrove, my name is (Y/N), I was wondering if Billy was around?” you ask politely. You can hear him sigh in an annoyed sort of way, before screaming for his son in the most aggressive way you heard a parent call for their child, ever. It was like Billy was already in trouble, and he hadn’t even done anything.

You could hear bickering back and forth, volumes and tones fluctuating, before Billy answered the phone.

“Whoever it is, I’m not interested.” he sounded like he’d growl if he wasn’t so… exhausted.

“It’s (Y/N).”

A moment passes of pure quiet before he replies with an, “Oh. Hey.”

You sat quiet again, coming up with what you wanted to say, “I wanted to say thank you. The card was really sweet of you.”

“Yeah, it’s not a problem.” you can almost hear his shrug. It was like he blew it off, even though you knew how he felt about it; he wouldn’t have done it if it didn’t mean something to him. 

“Did you wanna hang out at all over the break?”

Well. That was surprising. You definitely didn’t expect it, and you still thought of him as an asshole, but progress was progress and you’d allow it, for now, anyways.

“Yeah… I’d like that.”

For a bit, that was that. A couple weeks had passed, the few days after Christmas and before New Years since that small conversation before you found yourself on the phone, calling Billy’s house again, inviting him over for a movie. He accepted, and was over within a half hour.

You heard his knock on the door and opened it quickly, giving him a small smile. He looked nice. He always presented himself nicely, but he looked more… casual. He had a regular white t-shirt on, tucked nicely into his belted jeans, even some sneakers, rather than the boots he often wore. You let him in, his comment about how the house smelled like popcorn making you laugh lightly, “That’s cause I made some.”

You closed the door and watched as he looked around, “You’ve got a nice house.” he says quietly.

Who was this Billy? Billy was loud, provocative, outgoing; a recognized aggressive extrovert through your school. This Billy, he was shy, almost, and quiet. 

“How was today?” you ask. He turned, replying that it was fine and boring. Uneventful. The interaction was awkward, even as you led him to the living room.

He sat on the couch, “Where’s your folks?” he asked.

“Mom’s out of town and Dad just left, he works nights. Did you want anything to drink? I’ve got coke, tea…”

He looks back at you and smiles, “Coke’s good, thanks.”

You retreated back into the living room, a bottle of coke and two glasses of ice in your hands, setting them on the coffee table next to the bowl of popcorn.

“I rented a few movies you can pick from. I tried to keep in mind of what you would wanna watch too…” 

You showed him the movies, seeing him smile more, “Alien sound okay?” he asks. You nod, and took the movie, putting it into the VCR before sitting on the floor next to his legs. You could feel him jump every so often and it made you laugh, seeing the hard exterior of him crumble in front of you.

It started with his hand catching your hair. You turned, seeing what he was doing while he apologized. You told him it was okay, and with that, he tested the waters, it seemed, and it ended with him full-fledged running his hands through your hair, twisting it through and around his fingers absentmindedly while watching the movie. In turn, you tested him too, finding a comfortable place on his leg to rest your head.

The movie ended, and he asked if he could smoke outside. You nodded, taking him to the backyard, sitting on the swinging chair that hung on the porch after putting on a heavy jacket. It hadn’t snowed yet, but there were signs that in a few short days, Hawkins would be covered in the thick, fluffy substance. He sat beside you, lighting up and inhaling deeply. The hand closest to you rubbed against your knuckles slightly, and when you didn’t flinch away, he intertwined your fingers with his. It made you smile slightly, enjoying the way you shared warmth through each others hands. 

“What time do I need to go home?” he asks softly. That seemed like the only way he knew how to talk to you, and how to handle you. 

You shrug, “Whenever. My dad gets home in the morning, eight.” you reply, looking at the two of your hands. You can see him nod through your peripheral, “Can I ask you something?” 

He looks up, blowing smoke through his nose. You took that as a yes.

“Why do you even…” you paused, looking at him directly, “this sounds harsh but, associate with me?” you shake your head, confused. He shares your expression, and before he can say anything, you interrupt, “I don’t think I’ve seen you go out of your way to be nice to anyone. And it’s just nice, there’s no showing off, or toxic masculinity… what’s your endgame?” 

It takes him a moment of looking at you, thinking, stringing thoughts into coherent sentences before he gives an answer, “I don’t have one.”

He looked lost, like he really didn’t know why he was there at, now eleven in the night, holding your hand on your back porch. And, honestly, that was all that you needed to hear.

Billy looked forward again, finishing off his cigarette and standing, keeping his light grip on your hand. You follow him up, and there’s a small tension. He tells you he’s going to go home, and despite the tension, you take the hand you’re holding and put it around your waist, wrapped your arms around his neck, and just hugged him. It was simple. You didn’t understand why he had tensed up so bad at first. But, after a while, he relaxed, and gave into the hug, standing there for a while and even enjoying it. You let go, and stared at him for a bit.

“Have a good night, Billy.” you say quietly. He still hadn’t let go of your hand, and in turn he rubbed his thumb across your knuckles. He looked up to you from his gaze on both of your hands, paused, searching your face, before leaning in and kissing your cheek. Blood flooded them in a gentle craze.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” he whispered against your cheek.

#Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #ST #stranger things

[alabasterswriting]

This is a completely unrealistic theory but I’m having fun and going to put it out there anyway.

What do you wanna bet Will and Sara were test subjects without knowing it? I’m an epidemiologist so I work in terms of different types of studies. And one thing you can do is a matched case-control study. So what if Eleven was the case and Will and/or Sara were her matched controls? Brenner was operating in Hawkins and it’s reasonable he would have had access to the hospital and birthing records. So he might have noticed something off about Will and/or Sara when they were born and used them as unknowing subjects outside the lab. Sort of like determining what happens to subjects with possible powers when they’re not exposed to experimentation.

Brenner then keeps an eye on them with their own regular doctors’ appointments and school records. They might have prematurely tapped their phonelines. Maybe Brenner even poses as a paediatrician or has one of his scientists pose as one and hands a little lion/tiger plushie to the kid when they’re young. But they keep an eye on the kids as they grow and when Sara gets sick and dies, that’s one control down. And when Will gets taken they already have a body ready because they might have needed one if they ever planned to abduct him themselves. It would be interesting to explore that maybe Brenner already had his eye on some children outside the lab.

I don’t really think this is true, but it could be and I thought I’d send it out into the aether to see what you all have to think:)

#stranger things #will byers #eleven #el hopper #jane hopper #dr. brenner #sara hopper #stranger things theories #stranger things theory #fun thoughts #let brenner have been watching them

[darkdevasofdestruction]

The Blood Moon

Summary : With great powers comes great responsibility, so why bother with them, when you can just chill back and relax? That’s what Katrina always told herself in a way to calm down whenever she felt herself lose control, but nothing will stop her from getting in trouble with literally everyone around. Her world was chaotic, like the last seconds of a fly trapped in a spider’s web, but what happens when the world literally goes Upside Down for her, has to take care of a group of nerds much bigger than herself and even worst, she feels her heart beat for the first time, but now, not because of anxiety, but due to a much warmer feeling.

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x OC (Katrina Black)

TW : Stranger Things, as a TV show, explores a lot of themes, including childhood trauma of various types, which I am going to go along with.

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This story contains and explores a variety of trauma and darker themes, most of them relating in canon to a certain character, others that I’m more familiar with then I wish I were and so on.

I have this story written on AO3 that I wrote in like 3-4 days because GODS I am in L O V E with Billy Hargrove and someone please save me, all my feelings are in here, from sorrow to glee, from fluff to angst and so on.

But I’ve never been prouder of a story I’ve written like I am with this one.

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Chapter 1: The Fox and the Lion

I had no idea how the hell I managed to get wound up in a group of 12 year olds’ troubles, but I can’t deny that it wasn’t fun, if not, just crazy dangerous and deadly. I met up Mike and his little group of nerdy friends whilst going to the arcade one day and them cursing my nickname for not being able to defeat my high-score in any game. Of course, since all arcade games only had a 3 letter maximum for each name, I put mine.

“FOX”

Because I have red hair and can be pretty sly and sneaky, despite how very introverted I am. Now it’s my last year at Hawkins High School, this one being the most important because if everything goes right, I may get a scholarship and be able to continue my studies further, to University, pursuing Vet Medicine, like I’ve always dreamt of.

Now, to tell a little bit about myself…

Officially, I was called “3”, just like the number tattooed on my shoulder, which is to brand me as one of the many experiments the Russians/Americans did on children. Somehow, and very thankfully, I managed to run away, thanks to my weird powers that I’m still not 100% sure, and found myself in the woods, where I stumbled upon this policeman named Hopper who was nice enough to take me in for a while, before getting me to an orphanage and making sure a real family gets to take care of me.

The date of me meeting Jim was January 3rd, a very cold and snowy winter, so from that day on, that has become my birthday. Since I didn’t have a name, he let me stay a few good weeks with him and taught me how to read and write, which was pretty easy, to say the least, and upon reading so many books, I found a name that finally suited my tastes.

“Katrina”

That was 5 years ago, when I was 13, and now I’m at my own little house close to the Byers, I recently found out, living alone with Jim visiting me often, or having the kids have sleepovers at mine from time to time, when I’m not too busy with my studies.

After the incident with the monsters, Will’s disappearance, El and everything, we’ve really bonded, and gotta say, being a Rogue in their DnD party was super fun!

Life hasn’t been easy, that much is sure, isn’t it? Many bad things happened that cannot be changed or unmade, so you have to life with them through the rest of your life.

But things never stay the same, do they…?

Life at highschool ain’t the best, especially not with all these mean girls and boys around, but how I survived 3 years, I can survive one more, right? Also, recently, Will and the gang told us about a new girl coming from California called “Max” who apparently beat all their records as well and from their description, I really wanna meet her. Now, I’m wondering if this is a coincidence or not, but my Sherlockian instincts were tingling, and she may or may not be our new colleague’s little sister. Oh, yes, new colleague… His name is Billy Hargrove and he’s the most intimidating man I’ve ever seen in my life. He is literally radiating masculinity and his eyes make everyone either kneel at his feet or stay away from him, because he won’t take anyone’s shit. In a very short amount of time, he managed to gain the reputation of “Keg King”…I think that was? Beating Steve Harrington at popularity, now being the literal best student at sports (especially basketball), having the most number of uh…Charmed ladies, as a count, and beat up a ton of boys who dared disrespect him. So, uh...FUN!

I could have said that I’ve been pretty lucky so far, seeing that I didn’t have the need to directly interact with Billy so far, but fate was never as you’d expect and the weirdest of changes always happen when you least expect them.

Wednesday morning -

I wake up, eat a bowl of milk and cereal, go to wash my fave, brush my long red hair and look through my clothes.

I choose an over-sized AC/DC Tshirt, light blue boyfriend jeans, a red plaid shirt tied to my waist, round shades, a black hat and black combat boots, take my bag and go to my motorbike that I recently managed to buy and went to high school. Maths went pretty fast by, Chemistry too, but during Biology, we had to make a project for the final grade, which will affect the overall grade by a huge percent, which completely got my attention.

But that wasn’t all.

Mrs. Green insisted on assigning us partners…And I was to do the project with none other than Billy Hargrove, which made me gulp in anxiety and start to slightly scratch at my neck, not daring to look at him…Or anyone, for the matter.

Mrs. Green: Kat, Billy, may I talk to you at the end of the class for a moment? Billy: Sure. Me: Okay…

After this, the class went on as if nothing happened, but I could basically feel the burning and poisonous glares the many girls in my class would throw at me. After all, who wouldn’t want to be partnered up with THE King Billy?

Ha.

Me.

What a fool.

All I did the whole class was to draw on my notebook, habit which I found out managed to calm down my anxieties pretty well, even if I didn’t really pay attention to the teacher…But hey, for someone like me, it’s no big deal. After all the other students left the classroom, I grabbed slowly got up and went in front of Mrs. Green, not managing to look in her eyes, my gaze fixed on the floor as I bit my lip and fiddling with my fingers. Billy, as well, stood just next to me, but he looked extremely laid back.

Mrs.Green: Billy, I am sure you are aware that, despite your pretty good grades, slightly above average, in most subjects, you are somehow failing Biology. So, I wanted to ask you, is it just disinterest, or are you not understanding something? I thought that, compared to Mathematics, Chemistry and Physics, this would be at least a bit easier. Billy: Well, uh…I dunno, I guess I don’t really get it or something. I guess I started with the wrong foot and continued even worse and…Yeah, you get it. Mrs.Green: Kat, dear, I am very sorry to ask this of you, since I know you’re extremely shy, but would it be okay with you if you were to help Billy with Biology? You told me you want to pursue Medicine at University, and so far you’ve been exceeding all expectations at my subject, which is why I paired you two up. Just a bit of tutoring, once in a while, if you both agree. Billy: If it helps with my grades, I don’t see why not. Mrs.Green: Excellent! What do you say, dear? Me: Uh, w-well, I…Uhm…I-I mean, s-sure, but…But a-are you sure I’m the right person for this? I-I mean, as you said, I’m painfully shy…A-And I’m afraid I might be more annoying than useful and I don’t want to waste anyone’s time and- Mrs.Green: Dear, Kat, calm down. I’ve seen you help and explain to some of your colleagues before at different subjects and you did an extraordinary job at it! I think you shouldn’t be afraid. Who knows, maybe Billy will be able to help you out with your shyness, since he’s so popular and sociable. Me: *hiding my face* I-I-I w-well, I don’t know what to say… Billy: You can start by saying ‘Yes’ ? Me: Uhm…I guess you’re right. S-Sure, I will tutor you, I am fine with that. J-Just tell me when you don’t understand or if I’m being annoying, I’ll try to stop. Billy: *chuckles* Don’t worry, toots, I’m sure we’ll get along just fine. Mrs.Green: *winks* Think of it as opportunity. It will look very good on your recommendation letter. Me: Y-You mean, you will…? Mrs.Green: *smiles* But of course, dear! How could I possibly not recommend my top student to the best University? It was supposed to be a surprise from me and your Physics and Chemistry teachers, but oops! Busted~. Me: I-I-I can’t thank you enough!! Really, thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me! I am forever grateful for you and your patience and kindness with me! Mrs.Green: *pats my head* Dear, your only fault is worrying too much and enjoying life too little. Take the advice of the bands you listen to so much and you might learn to live a bit. Now, off you go, your next class is about to start! Me: See you tomorrow, Mrs.Green! And thank you so much for everything again! Billy: Good bye, Mrs. G.

Outside of the classroom, I gripped my notebook close to my chest and walk to my locker, but Billy was still following me with a smirk on his face, and then leaned on the locker nearby.

Billy: So, I just got a very hot teacher as a reward for failing the class, the more you know. Me: I…I think it’s more of a punishment. Billy: Why’d you think that, Kitten? Me: Wh-Why did you j-just call me “Kitten” ? Billy: Mrs.G called you “Kat”, so, why not? Me: My name is Katrina, not Kitten, so please call me that. Billy: Fine, fine…Kitten. *winks* Me: *pouts* Guess I can’t convince you… Billy: You give up pretty easily, babe. It’s almost like you like that. Me: *cringes* I-It’s nothing of the sort. I-It’s just…Over the years…I learn that if saying “No” doesn’t work the first time…It won’t work no matter how many times you repeat or struggle…So might as well just get it over with. Billy: *raises an eyebrow* That sounded oddly specific. Me: *eyes widen* Ah, n-no, forget I just said that! S-Sorry, I, uh…I gotta go to Physics, excuse me. Billy: What a coincidence, I have Physics too. Why don’t we talk about the project and my tutoring on the way there? Me: Uhm…If you’re okay with it, I guess okay. Billy: Have any specific topic you wanna do? I kinda have no idea what we’ve studied so far. Care to enlighten me? Me: Well…We started with the Nervous system, followed by the Sensory organs, then Glands, the Locomotor system, Digestive system, Excretory system, Metabolism, some pretty basic Genetics, some plain Environmental things…And…Uhm…Well… Billy: *smirks* You missed out the Reproduction thingy between Excretory and Metabolism on purpose, didn’t you? Me: *gasps* Liar! You said you didn’t know! You tricked me! Billy: *chuckles* I might have. Say, toots, it’s almost like you missed it on purpose. Are you embarrassed? Hey, what about we do the project on tha- Me: NO!!!! Billy: *wide eyed* Whoa, slow down, there, I was only teasin’. Me: *slaps hand on mouth* I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to shout at you! Please, don’t be mad. It’s just…I really don’t like it and it makes me feel very…Very bad. Billy: *shrugs* S'okay, I got it, don’t worry, I’m not mad. Jeez, Mrs.G was right, you really do worry too much. Me: Yeah…I’m really sorry, I told you it’d be more of a punishment than anything. I know I can be very annoying without even realising. Billy: Chill, babe, chill. So, when and where shall we meet? Me: Uhm…Tomorrow after class for the project? Billy: I have Basketball training, sorry. Me: Oh, right, you’re in the team. When’s your next match? Billy: In 2 weeks. Wanna come and cheer me? Me: *smiles* If you want me there, sure, I will be there. Billy: Huh, would ya look at that, Kitten has a pretty smile. Ya wanna make me swoon? Me: Ah, n-no, really, I’m not. Billy: You’re melting my heart, babe! Me: S-Sorry! Uhm…How about this Friday? About 5pm? At…Uhm…There’s this pretty cafe in town called “Ma Cherie” and they have amazing tea and sweets. Billy: Friday…Friday…Ah, yeah, sure. Had a date, but- Me: Oh, shoot! Okay, we can find another day so you won’t have to miss it! Billy: *chuckles* Nahh, don’t worry, I’ll just cancel. I’d much rather stay with you than with her. Me: *bites lip* Uhmm…I…Flattered? I think? Billy: Good then, it’s a date, see you then, sweet cheeks! Me: WAIT WHAT?!

I stopped in my tracks but he only laughed and waved at me, jogging ahead in another direction. It was only then that I realised that I was in front of the Physics classroom and he, in fact, had a complete other subject, not Physics.

Smooth bastard…

And so, Wednesday came to an end, Thursday as well, Friday went by unnoticed and then, I had to go full speed to the Animal shelter nearby to help out. They never told me how much to stay, seeing that my schedule was hectic due to College and Uni preps, so I would just come and go whenever I could. Problem is, I lost track of time and when I looked back at the watch again, it said 4:46pm.

F U C K.

I bid the workers farewell and ran to my motorbike, going as far as I could back to Hawkings and at the cafe, getting all the two bags full of books and running into the cafe, and looking at my watch at the same time.

5:13pm.

Kill me please.

Entering the cafe, I nod at the waitress, as I’m a regular here and we’re on friendly terms, and scan for Billy, who was writing something in a notebook. I rush to take the seat opposite, but before I sat down and let the books fall to the ground, I start apologising to Billy a bit too much.

Me: I’M SO SORRY!! I-I really didn’t mean to be late, but it’s entirely my fault and I feel horrible for making you wait for me! Please don’t be mad, I-I’ll make up to you! I’ll pay each time we go out to study, okay? S-So take anything you want a-and I’ll pay! I know it won’t really make a difference bu- Billy: Babe, sit down and breathe. Me: H-Huh? Billy: I’m not mad. I can clearly see you rushed to get here. Lost track or time, huh? What were you doing? Me: Yeah, I know, I’m stupid. I got a watch today so I can make sure I leave at the right time, but I forgot to check it and…I am late. So, uhm…Y'know how I mentioned I want to pursue Vet Medicine at Uni? I work at an animal shelter nearby and it takes sort of…Almost an hour to get here. Well, more like 40 minutes, but I rushed and got here in like 25. It kinda helps to get in at a top Uni…With a scholarship. I couldn’t afford to study at University otherwise, so I gotta do what it takes. Billy: Well, babe, you look pretty hot in you lab coat. I wanna see you like this more often. Me: M-My lab coat…? AH, DAMN, I FORGOT TO TAKE IT OFF! Godamn it! Billy: *chuckles* You’re pretty amusing, doll. Come on, sit down and let’s order. Me: Okay. Leila, dear, could you please come and take our order? Leila: Hey, Kat, rushed again from the shelter I see. Regular? Me: For me, yes. Billy, what would you want? Billy: Just a black coffee, thanks. Me: Are you sure? Billy: Yeah, sure. Me: O-Okay… Leila: Okay, then. A Cherry Vanilla tea with extra cinnamon, a chocolate cake and a black coffee coming right up! Me: Thank you for your time, Lei-Lei! Leila: Any time! Billy: Seems you calmed down a bit. Me: Yeah…This place always manages to sooth down my anxieties. Uhm…I literally only come here every time I want to study. Billy: I’m not surprised. It’s pretty nice, I guess. Me: *smiles* I’m happy that you liked it. Billy: Say, forgot to ask you on Wednesday, but today I see you have a Metallica Tshirt. Are they your boyfriend’s? Me: *blushes* B-Boyfriend? But I don’t have a boyfriend, what do you mean? Billy: You don’t? How come? Me: Why are you surprised, who’d want someone like me? Trust me when I say this, I know what I’m talking about. Billy: But you’re smart and pretty, what’s not to like? Me: Many things. So uhm…These are my Tshirts. 90% of my tops have band imprints. And…Well…AC/DC, Iron Maiden and Metallica are my Top 3 favourite bands. I have all their vinyls and cassettes. Billy: You just keep getting hotter and hotter the more I know you. Me: Hahaha, no, no way that could ever happen. Billy: If I were to give you one of my band Tshirts, would you wear it on our next date? Me: D-Date?! C-Come on, Billy, I’m literally the last person you’d want to date, I can assure you. Billy: What if I prove you otherwise? Me: How do you know you’re my type? Billy: *smirks* Oh~? So I’m out of your league, sweet cheeks? Me: Ah-…! Wait, no, I didn’t mean it like that! I didn’t want to insult or offend you, I’m sorry! Billy: Just teasin’, relax. Me: *pouts* Whatevs… Billy: So, wadya say, dollface? About us? Me: D-Don’t you think we should, like, get to know each other first? Become friends and trust each other and all that? Billy: Awww, toots wants one of those cutesy romance novel relationships, how adorable. Me: *blushes* W-Well…Y-Yeah…I guess…I know I’m asking for too much…And there’s no way in hell that could ever happen to me…S-So…I just…I guess…I kinda gave up on even thinking of dating long ago. Billy: *sighs* Maybe your expectations are too high of people that are too low. People suck, y'know? The world sucks. You’re expecting a happily ever after? Me: If I ever get to be in a relationship, I want it to be that kind of shelter that would be protective from all the chaos and evilness in the world. The only place where you can feel safe and be yourself. And if that Happily Ever After, as you call it, won’t happen with another person as my significant other…Then I’ll be very content with saving animals’ lives and travelling the world at my leisure. Billy: *smirks* Have I ever told you you’re pretty hot when you speak like that? Me: Uhm…Okay, so, I was thinking that maybe we could talk about the Nervous system in our project? Leila: Kat, you don’t need to talk about the Nervous system. You literally ARE a Nervous system. Me: … *laughs* Oh jesus, that was a good one. I won’t forget that…Actually, I might even use it as a joke when I do the presentation! Leila: *winks* Don’t forget the author’s right! Me: Okay, okay! As per my lovely barista friend joked, instead of presenting you the Nervous system, I will introduce myself, for I am, in fact, a Nervous system. Leila: Hey, Billy, was it? Please film her or something, I want to see that part. Billy: Consider it done. Me: I call this a conspiracy! Don’t try to overthrow my reign! Leila: Oh, shut up, nerd. Here’s your tea, honey and cake, and here’s your coffee. Good luck with your project! Me: Thanks, dear! Billy: Okay, that looks and smells pretty good. Me: *smiles* Wanna try? I can give you half of everything, if you want? Billy: Y'sure? Me: *nods* Sure! Do you like your tea sweetened? I usually put a lot of honey in it. Billy: Make it as you like and I’ll drink after. Me: Here, you can eat from my plate as much as you want. I usually drink the tea first anyways. Billy: So generous, toots, you’re melting my heart. Me: Ahem. So, the Nervous system? Billy: I have no idea what that’s all about, but just for the sake of the joke, I will say yes. Me: Cool! I kinda thought of specialising in Neurosurgery after Uni. B-But that’s really very far in the future, so it’s pretty irrelevant. Billy: Teach me your magic, babe, and let’s fuck them up big time.

Pretty excited, I got the books from the bag and handed them to him, showing him the tons of notes, scribblings, ideas, details and so on that I’ve gathered so far, and for the next 4 hours, everything we smoothly, but we had to leave because Leila had to close, and we decided to meet again on Monday at lunch time in the courtyard and study while we eat.

I have to admit, the time spent with Billy was…Well…Really nice. It seemed almost like he was a complete other person, not the scary guy who looked like he would snap at anyone if they even as much as blinked around him. Sure, he was a huge flirt, but it didn’t seem too…Ill-willed, to say the least. I just hope it won’t turn into a crush or something. I absolutely canNOT and will NOT allow myself to catch feelings…Not again…Not after everything that has happened. He is right. There is no Happily Ever After, so why bother?

The weekend passed by very fast as I prepared notes for both the project and some tutoring ideas for the Nervous System, since we had to start with the very beginning of Biology, so after the first 3 classes in the morning, I tried to rush outside, but I got pushed into a locker with a boy that I couldn’t recall the name of, but I knew was pretty popular…Like many others. I think his name was Dennis or something, and he wasn’t alone, but surrounded by 3 cheerleaders, Clarisse, Carol and Christine, or the Triple C as they were called.

Boy: Hey, freak, 'sup? Me: Uhm…Hi. Boy: Didn’t you hear me? SPEAK UP! Me: I-I Said hi! Boy: I SAID SPEAK UP!! Me: HI! Boy: Thaaat’s more like it, you ugly sow. Now, what the hell were you doing around King Billy? What you’re tryina get him to like you with that pity party of yours? Your face implores pity and sympathy, but you’re nothing more than a nerd! Me: W-We have to make a p-project together… Carol: Yeah, right, as if! You have the goo-goo eyes for him! Y'know, just 'cause he likes the bands you claim to like, doesn’t mean he likes YOU! I bet you only like that music 'cause HE likes it! Me: N-No…That’s not true…

By now, my eyes were watering, and Dennis pinned my wrists above my head and started screaming very close to my face. I could feel a panic attack beginning to form at an alarmingly fast rate.

Clarisse: Aww, look at her! What, gonna freak out again and cry? Christine: Pshh, yeah, right. What a stupid crybaby. Never got past the stage of a 10 year old? Dennis: You and your stupid red hair, better stop hanging out with Billy, or else you’re gonna get it. Me: B-But I h-have t-to- Carol: *slaps me* Billy. Is. Mine. Slut!

After she slapped me, everyone around started laughing and belittling me again, but I couldn’t get out of there because Dennis was exponentially stronger than me, so I knew there was no use in even bothering. A booming voice, however, echoed in the hallway, making me flinch at the noise. “SILENCE! What the hell is going on here?!” the deep voice rang out, a funeral silence taking over, only my soft whimpers being heard.

Dennis: STOP CRYING, YOU BITCH! Didn’t you hear our King asked for silence?! Me: S-Sorry… Dennis: And open your eyes when he’s here, stop being so disrespectful for someone clearly superior to you! Come on, now, on your knees, like the little bitch that you are!

Dennis laughed as he put his hand on my throat, squeezing a bit before throwing me to the ground, in front of Billy. I could only tremble on the ground, not daring to move. I learnt it the hard way that getting away always made it worse.

Billy is the most popular guy in the High school, making all the ex-popular guys hang out with him to gain popularity. He has always been the talk of the school, the womanizer, the rebel, the cool guy everyone loved and feared. Despite everything, I expected him to side with his friends…Even if a little part of me wished for him not to.

The silence in the halls was far more excruciatingly painful than the mockings and the laughter, but it soon vanished as a voice darker and lower than before started talking. He was clearly pissed off.

Billy: …What the fuck were you doing here…? Dennis: We were teaching this bitch a lesson, of course! Make her remember her rightful place! Clarisse: No, no, if you were doing that, you’d have thrown her in the trash bin, 'cause that’s what she is! Carol: Hey, Christine, look at her! She’s staying there like she wants to suck King Billy’s dick! What a shameless slut, on her knees in front of everyone! Billy: Did I, even once, ask ANY of you to do anything like this…? Dennis: Well, no, but she’s been rubbing her pathetic germs all over you! Following you like some lost puppy just 'cause you’re popular, and even more! Lying to us! Carol: Ha, yeah! She kept saying she’s dating you and that you already fucked! Pshh, whore! Me: I…Never… Carol: Oh, shut up, nobody cares what you’re saying, get a hint! Billy: Are you 4 fucking out of your GOD DAMN MINDS?! Dennis: Uhm…B-Billy, what’s the matter? Billy: WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU TO DO THAT TO HER?! SHE’S MY PROJECT PARTNER AND MY TUTOR, OF COURSE SHE’S HANGING AROUND WITH ME! You fucking idiots, I’m gonna FUCKING KILL ALL OF YOU! All of you stay around me like whores on the sidewalk wanting to get some cheap money, but you’re all good for nothing! Dennis: Come on, Billy, you’re new here, but she’s a freak, okay? I mean, look at her! There are only bad rumours about her and you should hear what her EXes say about her!

Before Dennis could say another word, he was slammed on the locker behind him and choked. I cringed at the sudden noise, but when I saw the outright rage on Billy’s face as he choked Dennis, he drew back one of his arms, wanting to punch him, but I threw myself on his arm.

Me: Billy…Please don’t… Billy: Get back, dollface. This fuckass needs to be taught some discipline the hard way! Me: Billy…Please, I beg of you. Please let him go. Please. Billy: But look at you, they made you cry! I can’t let them get away with this! Me: Billy…Please, for me, please don’t do it. Please stop. Please. Let’s go work on the project. Please. I beg you with all my heart. Billy: *glaring* What the hell is wrong with everyone in this fucking town?! You’re all a bunch of submissive fucktards with no brains at all!

Billy sneered, throwing Dennis away from him and walking down the corridor. I took 3 deep breaths to calm myself, before I ran to him and hugged him tightly from behind, making him freeze in his tracks, extremely tense.

Me: I-I’m very sorry, Billy. I know I only bring you troubles. Even now, I can feel that you hate me touching you like this, but it was the only way I could think of thanking you. And…And…I really appreciate you saving me…And not fighting in my presence. Billy: I really don’t get you. You just stood there, letting them do whatever the hell they wanted with you! There was no struggle, no fight in you! Nothing!

By this point, I let my arms fall down my sides and he turned around to face me, yet my gaze was still on the floor.

Me: You really think I could have gotten out of there? That I could have managed to throw Dennis off of me? Look at me, Billy. My arms are literal noodles, I can’t even punch. Hell, sometimes I struggle to open the water bottle cap. And if I tried to scream…Who do you think would have helped me? Harrington? Wheeler? The lovely Carol and Tina? Or Tommy? The only person who was okay with me in this high school has been Jonathan Byers, but people hate him too, so I can’t possibly make him get bullied more because of me. What would you have me do? It’s been 3 years already…What’s one more? Billy: …You’re so godamn irritating. Me: I know…I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for causing you so much trouble. I…I will go tell Mrs. Green to assign you a new project partner and I will continue tutoring you, if you wish, where people won’t have to see us in the same room. Billy: Did I ask you to do that? Me: N-No, but- Billy: But nothing. Shut up and let’s go, you’re supposed to be tutoring me today. Me: I-I know, but we said outside, and if people see you with me- Billy: Then let’s skip. I don’t have Basketball practice today, so I don’t really care. Me: I-I…I never skipped before… Billy: *shrugs* There’s always a first time for everything. C'mon, if you get in trouble, you just say I kidnapped you or somethin’, chill out. Me: A-Are you sure about this…? Billy: Yeah, yeah. Hop along, I’ll drive. Me: Where are we going? Billy: My place. My parents won’t be coming home tonight so nobody to disturb us. Me: Uhm…Well… Billy: I won’t do anything to you, fuck’s sake. Me: W-Well…If you’re sure it’s no problem… Billy: Get in the car, then. Me: B-But my motorbike- Billy: You have a motorbike? Me: Y-Yeah…Couldn’t really afford a car. And it’s pretty neat. Billy: Fuck, babe, you’re so hot. Me: Ah, I-I’m really not. Billy: I’ll get ya to your house and pick you up tomorrow then. C'mon, sweet cheeks, lemme show you my love. Me: Okay, okay.

He winked at me before signaling me with his head to follow him to his car, where he patted the hood very proudly and smirked, leaning on the door. He got inside, starting the ignition, which was a cue for me to get inside too, putting on my seat belt and gripping it tightly.

Billy: How d'ya like it? Me: It’s very pretty. What car is it? Billy: '79 Camaro, Chevrolet. Complete chick magnet, ya get me? Me: It is very nice. Billy: Fancy some music! Me: Oh, yes!

Smirking at me, he put “You shook me all night long” by Scorpions at max volume, making me grin at him in glee and start singing the lyrics of the song, and he followed my lead, making both of us scream like idiots above the music. Then, the perfect Mixtape with AC/DC songs started, featuring “Highway to hell”, “Hells bells”, “You shook me all night long”, “Dirty deeds done dirt cheap” and my favourite, “T.N.T.”, but by the end of it, we already got to his house, which made me pout a bit before laughing and getting out of the car.

Me: Thanks for this, Billy! It was super fun! Nobody I know listens to the same kind of music I do, and being able to sing with someone else was sooo cool! Billy: Next time, try screaming my name, 'cause damn that was sexy as hell. Me: *laughs* Don’t be silly. Billy: *winks* I’m not.

He guided me to his room which was filled with band posters over which I started gushing about as he brought some snacks and soda for us to munch on as we study. I took off my boots before I jumped on the bed criss-crossed as I spread my noted for today’s tutoring, repeating some things myself, so I won’t stutter explaining too much, but before I realised it, he already threw the bags of crisps on the bed over my notes, making me yelp in shock.

Billy: You get scared pretty easily. Me: Y-Yeah, I mean, that was pretty unexpected. Uhm…Let’s clean up a bit, you made a mess of my notes. Oh, bring your notebook, you’ll need it. O-Oh, right, I brought coloured crayons, I wasn’t sure you had…And your sister might have needed them. Billy: How did ya know I had a sister? Me: Well, I kinda guessed. Both you and her transferred from Cali on the same day, at the same time. Billy: Why do you know about little brats? Me: *shrugs* I have a few little friends. They don’t mind that I’m a nerd…'Cause they are too. It’s pretty fun, actually! Billy: *raises eyebrow* Right. So, why’d I need crayons? Me: Drawings, of course! To understand Biology better, one must need tons of schemes and drawings. I already have mine and I will give them to you for as long as you need, but I’d appreciate it if you were to draw them by yourself too, since it will really help you understand and memorise better what you’re about the learn. Billy: Right…Okay, fine. Me: So, if it’s okay with you, should we start talking about Cells? Shapes, roles, the organelles inside it and what they do. Then, we should cover the tissues a bit, before starting to talk particularities, mainly, to explain the Neuron, how reflexes work and why, and then cover the nerves and organs. Billy: *blank look* Good luck. Me: Huh? What do you mean? Billy: It’s gonna be tough getting me to understand this shit. Me: I don’t think so. I have faith in you. Mrs.Green said that all your grades are above average, which is really good! If you manage to get a B at Biology as your final mark, then you have a very strong chance at a scholarship! Billy: How d'ya know that? Me: You are the best at sports, Billy. The teacher always praises you, despite all the…Uhmmm…L-Let’s call it problematic behaviour. I’m sorry. And, uhm…Our highschool has 1 Sports Scholarship, and 1 Studies Scholarship. Billy: And clearly, you’re the one to get the Studies one, right? Me: *blushes* Well…Y-Yes, it seems so. Billy: And how are you so sure I’m the one qualified for the Sports one? Me: Well…I…I spend a lot of time around teachers. It’s kind of a safe haven where nobody can bully me, and I get to find out a few things as well. Billy: Holy shit, you’re such a Vixen~! You, little, naughty vixen! Me: *chuckles* I…I’ve been called Fox before. Billy: And rightfully so. Me: Y-Yeah, carrot hair, I know. Billy: Oh, shush, it’s hot. And damn, looks damn good with your green eyes. Me: *clears throat* N-Nobody said that before. Uhm, s-so! As I was saying, because you’re currently the top choice…That’s actually why Mrs.Green wanted you to pair up with me. She saw potential in you and she didn’t want it wasted. Before you, there was Steve Harrington, but since you came… Billy: Oh, babe, trust me, I’m gonna come very soon if you keep praising me like that. Me: *confused* What do you mean? Billy: You…Didn’t get that? Me: *shakes head* Should I have? Billy: Never mind. So, what am I supposed to do? Me: Basically, get that B in Biology, win at least 3 of your upcoming Basketball matches until the end of the year…And I think it’s settled. Billy: I’d kiss you right now. Me: *scratches the back of my neck* You wouldn’t like it. So, uhm…Is this enough of a motivator for you? Billy: It could be…Okay, babe, work the hell outta me. Me: S-So, I was thinking, if it’s okay with you, that I should give you a test after each chapter we finish. Like a revision. I think it would be nice and it would help you not forget some things, and also, see where you didn’t understand well enough and all that stuff. Billy: What’s the passing grade, teacher? Me: *flustered* D-Don’t call me that, please, I would be a terrible teacher. I think…A 75% should suffice Billy: That’s quite a lot, babe. Me: *smiles* You can do it, Billy. Your future self is going to thank you for your struggles and hard work. Billy: How about a motivator? Me: Isn’t the Scholarship enough? Billy: It is…But Y'know, it’s gon’ be hard. Me: I suppose you’re right…Okay, what do you have in mind? Billy: *smirks* Each time I get a passing grade at your tests…Let me kiss you. Me: *eyes wide* Wh-What?! Billy: Aww, come on, babe, it’s just a kiss and it’s gon’ help motivate me to study hard. Don’t cha wanna help me get that scholarship? Me: *blushes furiously* I-I-I…Wh-Why w-would you want that?! Billy: Because you’re adorable as hell and I like you. Me: L-Like you like all girls? Billy: Who said I liked them? They’re all dumb and want the same thing. Can you guess? Me: *shrugs* Dunno. Billy: Come on, babe, think, you’re smart. Me: I guess? Billy: You’re the smartest babe I’ve ever got the pleasure to meet. All fucktards at school want just one thing, 'cause they’re all shallow brain dead suckers. They aaaaaall just wanna fuck. Me: A-And don’t you do the same? Billy: I do. Me: Th-Then why’d you want me to kiss you? To add me to your list or something? Billy: Nahh, I’d be a real shithead if I were to take advantage of you like that. Me: *mutters* Wouldn’t be the first one… Billy: *raises eyebrow* Do you trust me? Me: Don’t take it personal, I don’t really trust anyone. Billy: Huh. Not bad. Let’s make a deal, toots. I’ll do my best to raise up to your expectations and you’ll give me those little rewards. If by the time we finish everything you won’t be satisfied with how I behave, then you can hate me all your life and I won’t bother you again. Me: B-But I don’t wanna hate you. Billy: *gets closer to my face* Even better. So, wadya say, sweetling? Me: Uhmm…Well…I-I don’t know… Billy: Come on, Kitten, what’s the harm? It’s just a kiss. Me: *blushes* Uhm…Uhmmm…F-Fine…If it will help you… Billy: Thanks, babe! Now, how about I see what to expect~? Me: NO!

With each question, he just kept getting closer and closer to my face, while I leaned backwards, until the last where I got so flustered that I didn’t realise I was completely on the edge of the bed… Until I fell off with a high-pitched squeal and a thud, while he just laughed his ass off looking at me, as I pouted and looked at him done with life.

Me: You could’ve caught me, y'know? Billy: Sorry, toots, I was too shocked to realise. But, shoulda seen your face, t'was hilarious! Priceless! Me: Yes, yes, I’m hilarious, ha-ha! Just wait till you see how hilarious the tests are gonna be! And I’ll laugh in your face like you do right now! Billy: Ohhh, mrrrr, babe, you’re on fire! Fine, you’re on, then! But I’ll show ya it’s gon’ be worth it. Me: You better.

Stretching a bit I get back in bed next to him and putting on my best game-face, I grab the first pages of notes, the drawings and schemes and start explaining him in detail every little thing, telling him to repeat what I said from time to time, to make sure he stays focused, and make him explain what he understood so far, in his own words.

Despite everything, he was actually really great company to have and I’m kinda…Actually, really glad that Mrs.Green made me be his partner for this project, and more, tutor him. If only he could tone down his excessive flirting, he’s surprisingly soft and nice. Or well…That’s what I think. I could also be wrong, like I’ve been so many times before, and I wouldn’t be shocked in the least bit.

But…I really hope I’m not wrong.

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Fuck away the pain - ONE SHOT

Summary: All you wanted was to forget your excuse of a ex-boyfried for one night, you just wanted a distraction. Luckily, the new kid seemed more than willing to help you out.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Word Count: 2,123

Warnings: Cursing, SMUT, mention of cheating, angst if you squeeze your eyes really hard, Pure SMUT, ORAL (female receiving), FACE RIDING, Billy boi being a damn sub(for a while). 

A/N: First of all, HAPPY 2018. Second things second, this one shot is based on THIS MUSIC by divide the day, I’ve heard it so many times for years but when I listened to it again after watching the second season of Stranger Things, I couldn’t help but to imagine Billy singing this to the reader after whatever happened between her and Steve. I just… ugh. I really hope you guys enjoy this. (btw, I know who Billy is and I do not ignore it I just think he’s hot as fuck and deserves a chance to get a smut one shot, K? Thanks, you’re welcome,)

MASTERLIST

You think your life is done he took it all with him,

So you drink enough for it to wash away the sins.

Bitterly staring at Steve and Nancy, you couldn’t help but to chug down on your drink as the couple danced in the corner of Tina’s Halloween party.

Everyone was still shocked that Steve Harrington, the King of Hawkins’ High School simply broke up with you, the Queen, to stay with Nancy Wheeler.

It wasn’t only the status, far from that.

You did actually loved Steve and his dumb hair and pick up lines, and you thought he loved you too, but apparently, for him, all that mattered was what people thought of him and dating the most popular girl sure would bring him some extra popularity.

Such a shitty thing he did, the way he said goodbye

You can take all on me if you like.

You wished he had at least warned you, it would have prevented you from falling for him for months, prevented you from searching for Steve one day only to find him all hugs and kisses with her.

Luckily, you were taught better not to make a scene or get mad at Nancy. Yeah, it was Steve who was cheating on you, but she knew he had a girlfriend and still chose to keep whatever the fuck they were and send a smile to you at the corridor whenever you passed by her locker.

You couldn’t help but to notice both of you two differences, she was all dolled up in pink sweaters and cute smiles while you rocked your leather jackets and sinful smirks. Steve caught an eye on you, guilty plastered on his face as he watched you dry your cup the second he turned to you.

“And what are you supposed to be?” Some drunk brat caught your attention; he was one of Tommy’s stupid friends.

“Not interested.” He lifted his hands up in surrender, knowing better than to pressure you out of all people.

“Well, don’t you have a sharp tongue for such a pretty face?” Resting your hip on the counter, you turned to the smirking boy; the newbie.

“You’re the new boy, aren’t ya? The one trying to steal Harrington’s crown?” He chuckled under his breath, his back against the wall behind him.

“Billy. And you’re Harrington’s ex, huh? No wonder why it’s so easy to take his place, the guy fell on standards even on woman.” Tilting your head, you smirked. Not because of what he was saying, no. Other guys had gotten way worst from you with better words. As you were about to open your mouth for a snarky comment, you heard the voice that still haunted your dreams.

“Back off, Hargrove.” Raising his brows, Billy was about to tell him off when you angrily kissed him. Not even bothering looking into Steve as you lost yourself on his hungry lips on yours.

Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain

Fake it like you love me, c’mon baby touch me

Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse

 At first you only did it to shoo your ex away, but when Billy deepened the kiss you couldn’t help but to lose yourself on it, roughly biting on his lips as he pulled you closer by the waist, smashing his hips on yours as he quickly turned around to have you pressed against the wall.

You didn’t even care if Steve watching or not, the way Billy flicked his tongue made you moan and forget why you even did it in the first place.

Quickly, he trailed his lips down to your neck, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses on your skin, each place his lips touched seemed to burn on the outside while still sending chills down your spine.

“Aren’t you a good little distraction?” You hummed, not exactly caring about his feelings as he chuckled before ghosting his lips near your earlobe to whisper in a low tone.

“Is it what you want me to be? Your little distraction?” He sucked on the sweet spot under your ear and near to your jaw, getting a moan out of you, your hands tugging on his curls when his tongue darted on your neck. “I’ll be your little distraction for tonight, doll.”

 Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name

While I fuck away the pain

 “Then you better do something, because I honestly need it right now.” You whimpered when his needy hands explored the exposed skin from your hip.

Pushing him away, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him through the dancing bodies, not having to struggle too much since they opened the path for you and Billy, walking out of the party, you walked to his car smirking and entering the passenger side.

“Start driving, pretty boy.” He mirrored your dangerous smile, doing as told. It was a fast drive to your house, but not fast enough as he kept teasing you; the tip of Billy’s fingers running up and down your thighs, as you started to kiss his throat and jaw.

When he finally stopped in front of your house, you basically ripped him out of the car, shoving him on your door to roughly kiss him again as you tried to open it.

“Someone’s eager.”

“And someone looks hotter with his pretty little mouth shut.” Billy chuckled, gripping the back of your thighs and mumbling for you to jump as you closed the door again and silently thanked the heavens that your parents weren’t home.

Hargrove blindly walked upstairs, almost dropping some stuff in the halls as he followed to the obvious room with a sign of ‘Stay out’. You moaned when he bit down on your lips and his finger dug deeper into the flesh of your ass as you pulled on his curls.

 You hate the way he fooled around behind your back

A slave to him but now with me, no strings attached

 Billy stared down at you as he stood on his knees, his hand on your cheek as his thumb ran through your swollen lips. Capturing his hands, you flicked your tongue around it before engulfing it in your mouth, making him release a shaky breath after you let it go with an obscene ‘pop’ sound.

His hand traveled your neck before roughly ripping open your button shirt, getting a surprised gasp out of you. Licking his lips, he hungrily took in your body, lips on your chest, leaving angry sucking marks on it as one of his hands traveled down your stomach to where you needed the most.

You moaned loudly when he slowly drew eights with his fingers on your clit, his eyes staring at your reactions as he took his time teasing you when you grabbed his wrist, trying to set a faster pace.

“So wet and so hot, can’t imagine how you must feel around my cock.” You bit your lip to stop the whimper to come out when he took his hand out of you, getting a frustrated groan from you. “Now, I want to hear you sing, darling.”

Grabbing on his shirt, you pulled him under you, straddling his hips with yours and smirking when he moaned with the pressure on his cock.

“I don’t think you understand, pretty boy. I’m in charge, here.” You licked your lips when he smirked at you; that was a first. He was used with all the women wanting to be under him that when you proclaimed your top, his cock twitched inside his pants.

Sitting, Billy took the rest of your shirt off, working his way on your bra as you did the same to him. He lifted your skirt, palming your ass as his lips went to your soft spots again.

“Then tell me what you want.” Smirking, you roughly shoved him to lay down again before you got up and took the rest of your clothes off. When he was eagerly about to take his pants off, you grabbed his hand, swatting them away before denying with your finger and climbing on top of him again, biting his earlobe and whispering:

“You’re going to be a good boy and eat me out, Hargrove.” Getting shoved again, he licked his lips when you climbed further, helping you by grabbing your hips only to give a teasingly long lick on your cunt.

Moaning loudly, you threw your head back, grabbing a hold on the headboard to steady yourself as he worked his ways on you, testing to see how you preferred him to do, when you started to roll your hips as he harshly sucked on your nimble of nerves; he was quick to keep doing it, moaning at your reactions and praisings.

“You’re so good at this, baby boy.” Never had someone called him that, but, ah, if it didn’t bring things to him.

Billy helped to rode you out from your orgasm, kissing your shaky thighs as you moaned lowly, looking into his eyes; you were taken back by his blown pupils from lust.

“Was that good?” You climbed out of him, sitting on his laps and pulling him to kiss you.

 But if you wanna use me up and leave me in the bed

If that’s what you need, go right ahead.

 “That was amazing, but I’m not done with you just yet, love.” You ran your teeth through his neck, smiling when he shivered under you. Something told you that a girl being in control when it came to sex was something new to him.

Reaching for your night drawer, you shuffled through it until you gripped on the condom and tugged down on his pants, freeing his glistening cock and hearing him sigh in relief and groan when you pumped him a little bit more before sliding it on his pulsing meat.

You lined him on your entrance before slowly sinking down on it, gasping for air as he moaned in your ear at how tight and warm you felt.

“Shit.” He cursed, gripping your hands when you started to rock then, grabbing a fist of his hair as you looked into his eyes, resting your forehead on his.

You two were pressed together so hard that it almost seemed as if you were going to turn into one.

 Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain.

Fake it like you love me come on baby touch me

 You threw your head back when he began to thrust into you, slowly getting the control back as he finally had enough, throwing you under him again and gripping on the headboard to slam himself into you, lifting your leg up to his hips to thrust into you deeper, hitting the sweet spot that made your eyes roll at the back of your head and your finger curl as you screamed his name in pure pleasure.

 Don’t have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name

As I fuck away the pain.

 At that point, you couldn’t even remember your own name, much less why you made a move on him. Billy was fucking you senseless and you couldn’t care less as you dug your nails into his back, scratching it harshly as he bit on your shoulder.

 Stronger than a shot of whiskey or any pill you take.

 His thrusts became sloppier as he reached down between you two to harshly rub your clit, making the knot in your lower abdomen – the one he had snapped once before – snap suddenly.

You kept calling his name until he came, gripping onto him as you moaned when he bit into the flesh of your shoulder again, trying to lower his moans as you did the same by baffling your screams into his neck.

 Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain.

Fake it like you love me, come on baby touch me.

Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse.

 He fell by your side, a breathing mess much like you.

“Now, how’s that about a distraction to you?” Billy breathed out, pulling you to his chest and grinning down at you.

“Distraction to what?” His smirk grew bigger before he leaned down to kiss you again. “We should take a bath.” He hummed, burying his finger in your hair as you devilishly smiled at him. “Ready for a round two and then to get your cute little ass out of my house?”

He reflected your smile, getting a hold of some condoms before throwing you playfully into his shoulder.

“Ready as ever, doll face.”

 Don’t need to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name

As I fuck away the pain.

Tags: @lomlbarnes 

Knowing that this a character that many hate, I won’t tag anyone that didin’t ask. Even if they were on my “Dammed to a forever tagging” list, because they didn’t knew that I would write for anything other than Marvel, so.. Yeah. 

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