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i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) [b.h]

six. | i was made for lovin' you

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (ofc)

⇾ w.c. 4.9k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, underage drinking, smut, blowjobs (m!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, cream pies

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By the end of the week, if anyone had missed the memo that Win was officially dating Billy Hargrove, they had to be blind.  Between their casual PDA in between classes, their not so clandestine lunch period makeout sessions, and the fact that he was now driving her to and from school, it had become painfully obvious.

“What’re you doing tonight?” Billy asked, leaning against the locker next to Win’s as she approached to stow her books from last period.

“Hmm, I dunno, probably finish some homework before going to bed early,” she teased, flashing him a cheeky grin.

“Very cute,” he snorted, not buying it, and Win laughed, shutting her locker door and stepping closer, lifting her chin to steal a kiss.

“Heather Holloway’s having a bonfire tonight.  Wanna make an appearance?” she suggested with a half shrug and Billy slung his arm around her shoulders as he fell into step with her.  “If it’s lame, we can bounce.  My dad works nights, so we’d have the place to ourselves,” she offered.

“Sounds like a plan,” Billy replied, nodding to Tommy as they passed.

“Ugh, why do you hang around with him?” Win muttered only for Billy to shoot her a wry look.

“Cause he does what I say,” he shrugged and Win let out a disgusted groan, rolling her eyes.  

“At least you’re honest.”

“Max better not be late, if she knows what’s good for her,” Billy said as they approached the Camaro.  “She knows I hate waiting.”

“At least you’ll have good company,” Win teased, dropping her bag in the passenger seat.  As she straightened, she happened to lock eyes with Tina as she passed, Vicki and Carol in tow.  The three practically turned their noses up at her, Vicki glaring daggers.  Win forced herself to hold their gaze, not wanting to appear weak, but it stung–not Vicki or Carol’s animosity–she really didn’t give a fuck about what they thought, but Tina, Tina stung.  Of course Win knew she was a bit of a stuck up bitch, but she’d been the first person in Hawkins to talk to her.

Billy’s gruff voice pulled her from her thoughts as Max skated up, hopping off her skateboard and flipping it smoothly up into her hand.

“Took ya long enough.  C’mon, we got shit to do.”

Max made a face at him as she pulled the back door open, jumping in before Billy could make another impatient remark.

“Don’t listen to him, we haven’t been waiting long,” Win assured her, climbing in as well.  

“I don’t know how you put up with him,” Max huffed, rolling her eyes as she turned to look out the window.

Billy glared at her through the rear view mirror before peeling out, kicking up stones as his tires spun.

“There’s a few things inside I wanna grab before we go,” Billy said, throwing the car in park in front of a modest little place on Cherry and kicking his door open.  Win followed him and Max, climbing the steps to the enclosed front porch.

“Mom, we’re home!” Max called flatly, instantly taking off toward her room as soon as they were inside and a woman stepped out of the kitchen to greet them.  She had the same fiery hair and blue eyes as her daughter, but that’s wear the similarities ended, and she offered Win a hesitant smile as her gaze fell on her.

“You must be Win,” she said, hastily wiping her hands on the kitchen towel before reaching out to take Win’s hand.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Win answered, glancing at Billy who quickly averted his eyes, a faint pink hue dusting his cheeks.  It seemed Max hadn’t been lying when she said he’d talked about her.

“Win, this is Susan,” Billy introduced, careful not to refer to her as his mother.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Win said, returning Susan’s smile.

“Susan, can you tell my dad I can’t watch Max tonight?  We’ve got plans,” Billy said, keeping his expression carefully neutral, but Mrs. Hargrove was quick to assure him that it was alright, that they’d be staying in tonight and that he and Win should have fun.

“Great, thanks,” Billy said brusquely, grabbing Win’s wrist to pull her down the hall.

“Nice room,” she mused, stepping just inside as Billy strode to his closet with purpose.

“Thanks,” Billy muttered, shrugging off his jean jacket and pulling his t-shirt over his head.

Win’s brows rose as she watched him, itching to smooth her hands across his muscular back and feel his warm tan skin.  Clearing her throat, she quickly tore her eyes away as he pulled a dark maroon shirt from its hanger and slung it on, buttoning the bottom few buttons and leaving the top half open.

As he finished getting ready, Win ambled around his room, taking in his sparse decor, letting her fingers run over the records stacked neatly by his stereo, and picking up the dog eared paperback on the table by his bed.

“You hungry?” Billy’s voice cut through her thoughts and Win looked up to find him adjusting the collar of his worn leather jacket.

“Yeah, I could eat,” she murmured, setting the book back down where she’d found it. 

“Cool, let’s grab a bite before the party.”

––

By the time Win and Billy arrived at Heather’s, the sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon and the party was already in full swing.  Heather had a decent sized fire blazing in her backyard and several of their classmates lingered around it, beers in hand as they talked and laughed, their voices melting into the music playing from a boombox on the nearby deck table.

“Hargrove, you came!” Tommy called, raising his beer can as he caught sight of Billy.  Carol stood at his side, arms crossed over her chest, against the chill in the autumn air.  When she noticed Win, she rolled her eyes.  

“Lewis, lookin’ good,” Tommy added with a grin and Win fought the urge to grimace in disgust.

“I want a drink,” she said, peeling away from Billy’s side to head toward the table, finding a couple large coolers stocked with ice cold beer.  She grabbed two cans before ambling back toward where Billy stood with Tommy.  Luckily, Tina and Vicki were nowhere to be seen.

“Thanks babe,” Billy murmured, accepting the beer before pulling her close to his side and cracking the can open one handed, his other hand slipping around her waist.

Win watched him take a long draw from the can, his adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow,  before she too brought her can to her lips.

“Hey Win!  Good to see you!” Heather exclaimed, joining them by the fire, the flickering light of the flames casting eerie shadows against her face.  

“Hey, you too,” Win replied.  She’d never really spoken much to Heather Holloway, they tended to run in different circles, but maybe that’s what she needed now—a different circle.

“Let’s play a party game, something to spice things up,” Tommy exclaimed loudly, crumpling the empty can in his hand and tossing it into the bonfire.

“Yeah, like Never Have I Ever,” Carol suggested, a wicked smirk gracing her pinched features.

“Oooh yeah, sounds like fun!” Heather exclaimed.  “Think we need something stronger for this though,” she laughed, running over to grab the bottle of vodka on the table.

Win downed the rest of her beer before accepting the plastic cup of booze.  

“Win, why don’t you go first?” Heather asked and Win grimaced.  

“Uh, alright,” she murmured, watching the fire for a moment as she thought.  “Never have I ever… gone cow tipping,” she said, wrinkling her nose at the most cliched country activity she could think of, wondering if anyone actually did that.

Billy let out a snort when Tommy chuckled, bringing his cup to his lips.

“Guess it’s my turn,” Tommy said, a grin spreading across his face.

“Never have I ever moved to a different state,” he said, raising his eyebrows at both Win and Billy.

“Very funny,” Win muttered, rolling her eyes, but taking a drink along with Billy.

“Hmm, never have I ever broken a law,” Heather said and once more both Win and Billy took a shot, Tommy joining them as well.

“You got that right, Hargrove!” he exclaimed, raising his hand for Billy to high five.

“My turn?” Carol asked and Win didn’t like the way she smirked as she deliberated.  “Never have I ever stolen my friend’s date,” she said finally, her eyes flicking purposefully to Win’s.

Setting her jaw, Win didn’t move, and everyone’s heads swung toward her.

“Well?” Carol prompted expectantly, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“Can’t say I have,” Win replied with a shrug.  “She’d have had to been my friend for that to be true.”

For a moment Win thought Carol was gunna come at her, the tension nearly suffocating, when suddenly Billy hefted her up, throwing her over his shoulder.  “This party’s a major snorefest,” he announced loudly, tossing back the rest of the booze in his cup before striding toward the front yard.

Win could barely believe it, gaping back at the others as they retreated into the distance, bouncing against Billy’s shoulder with each step he took.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?” she said as they were back in the Camaro and on their way down Win’s quiet street.

“Do what?  That party was lame,” Billy insisted, glancing over at her.  

“I can take care of myself.”  Her muttered words sounded petulant and Win wished she could take them back.

“I know that,” Billy huffed, carefully not looking at her, his hands flexing on the wheel.  “Besides, I wanted to get you alone.  You’re way better company than those assholes,” he muttered.

Win smiled down at her hands, hoping he couldn’t see her expression in the dark as he pulled into her empty driveway.

“You hungry?” she asked,  pulling her house key from her pocket.

“Fucking starved,” Billy replied, following her to the front door.

“I don’t know what all we have in the fridge, but I’m sure there’s something,” Win said, pushing the door open and gesturing him in, flicking on the light switch.

Billy ambled after her, letting his gaze roam the room almost curiously, a stark contrast to the bored way he usually took in his surroundings.

“Uhh, there’s not a lot in here that’s easy to make,” Win mused, shutting the fridge door with a frown.  “I could probably make us some mac and cheese…”

At her words, Billy joined her in the kitchen, opening the fridge himself to have a look before checking the freezer.  “There’s some frozen ground beef, I can make us some burgers to go with it,” he offered.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, it’s not hard,” Billy snorted, raising an eyebrow at her as he pulled the package from the freezer.  “Something tells me you’re not exactly at home in the kitchen,” he ventured, shrugging his leather jacket off, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yeah, I’m a heinous cook, bite me,” Win replied, sticking her tongue out at him as she flipped on the radio on the counter before pulling out a skillet and a pot.

Billy chuckled, shaking his head ruefully, opening several cupboards in search of a microwave safe plate to defrost the meat on.  “You should probably work on that, unless you plan on living off frozen dinners the rest of your life,” he teased.

“Maybe I’m planning on marrying a guy that can cook, how about that?” Win countered, planting her hands on her hips jauntily and Billy couldn’t help but laugh.  

“Was that a proposal, Lewis?” he teased and Win felt her face flush, quickly turning away to turn the radio up when the song changed, the opening to Call Me by Blondie playing through the speakers.

“Oh, I love this song,” she exclaimed, moving her hips to the music, for a moment forgetting that Billy was standing there.  

“Please don’t tell me you listen to this shit,” he snorted, only for Win to gasp at him.

“Take that back!” she exclaimed, giving his arm a playful smack.  “Debbie Harry is my icon!”

“You’re kidding, right?” Billy scoffed, transferring the defrosted hamburger to the skillet.  “Here I thought you had better taste than that,” he said, fighting back a grin as he held his hands up, preparing for another attack.

Win’s mouth fell open.  “I like you, don’t I?” she countered, pinching his side.  Billy laughed, squirming away from her fingers, and Win’s expression turned mischievous.

“Ticklish, are we?” she asked, doubling down and attacking his sides without remorse until Billy managed to grasp her wrists, spinning her and pinning her back against the counter as he caught his breath.

“You little brat!” Billy exclaimed, leaning in imposingly, but Win raised her chin in defiance, her lips parting expectantly.

“What’re you gunna do about it, Hargrove?”  Before she could barely get the words out, Billy’s mouth was on hers, his tongue forcing its way between her teeth.

Win’s breath caught in her throat and she moaned, melting into him.

The loud sizzling from the stove broke the mood and Billy swore under his breath, reluctantly pulling away.  “To be continued,” he drawled, winking at her before turning back to the skillet, seasoning the burgers before flipping them and adjusting the heat.

“You wanna fill this up with water?” he asked, handing Win the empty pot before grabbing the milk and butter from the fridge.

Win obeyed, setting the water on the stove and turning on the burner.  “So, uhm, how’d you learn to do all this?” she asked, leaning against the counter to watch him, the music playing softly in the background.

“This ain’t nothing,” Billy snorted.  “This is pretty simple shit.”

“I guess,” Win said, rolling her eyes.  “But you know what I mean.  How’d you learn how to cook?”

Billy let out a soft huff, keeping his eyes on the stove.  “I kinda hadta learn how to take care of myself from a young age.”

“I’m sorry…” Win breathed.

You don’t have to apologize,” Billy said, cutting her off, finally looking up at her, a vulnerability in his blue eyes that she’d only caught a glimpse of once before.

Opening her mouth to say more, Billy once more interrupted her, clearing his throat.  “The water’s boiling, we should finish up the macaroni.”

––

It wasn’t long before the food was ready and Win plopped down on the couch with Billy to eat, turning the tv on for a distraction.

“You still sure this is more fun than getting wasted at the bonfire?” Win asked, still finding it hard to believe he’d really rather be there with her.

Billy set his empty plate on the coffee table before taking hers from her hands and setting it aside.  “I’m very sure,” he drawled, easing her to her back, his mouth finding hers as his hand slipped beneath her shirt, drawing a soft moan from her lips.

“Here,” she breathed, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor.

Billy smirked down at the sight of her, his hand reaching around behind her to unhook her bra.  “That’s better,” he murmured, enveloping her breast with his hand, his fingers pinching and rolling, coaxing her nipple to stiffen while his mouth descended on her exposed neck.

“You look so fuckin’ cute on your back,” he growled against her skin, nipping at her collarbone as he pressed his knee between her thighs.

Win’s sharp gasp at the sudden pressure against her throbbing cunt brought a husky chuckle to Billy’s throat, his cock stirring in response, pressing almost painfully against the confines of his tight jeans.

“You should stay, with me, tonight,” Win gasped between Billy’s hungry kisses, her back arching into his touch.  “It gets so lonely, and I have a hard time falling asleep in an empty house,” she murmured.

Billy pushed back to look down at her, blue eyes flashing in the darkness.  “I don’t sleep a lot either these days,” he admitted, caressing her cheek, his thumb catching her bottom lip.  “You know, I can think of some ways to wear you out,” he drawled.

“Oh really?” Win breathed, letting out a surprised yelp as he suddenly lifted her, one arm wrapping around her back while the other fit under her bent knees, carrying her easily to her bedroom.

“Really,” he answered, smirking as he dropped her atop her bed, kicking the door shut behind him.

Win gasped as she landed, bouncing slightly.  Before she could formulate a response, Billy was already unbuttoning his shirt and toeing his boots off.

“Enjoying the view, Princess?” he chuckled when he caught her staring and Win quickly ducked her head as her face flared hotter, focusing on working her jeans down while she peered at him through her dyed blonde bangs.  

“Didn’t think you flustered that easy,” Billy teased, dropping his jeans and hooking a finger under her chin, tilting her face up.

“I’m not flustered!” Win countered, her heart pounding in her ears as he eased his boxers down, letting his cock spring free, the weight of it making her mouth water.  “ –I’ve just not gotten a good look at your dick yet,” she murmured, wetting her lips distractedly.

A proud grin tugged at Billy’s mouth and he stepped closer to the edge of the bed.  “Well, what do you think?” he drawled.

Win crawled closer, taking a deep breath in through his nose as she wrapped her hand loosely around his length, her cunt aching as she caressed him.  Billy’s breath hitched, catching in his throat as she touched him and his cock twitched eagerly in her hand.

“So sensitive,” she breathed, grinning at his reaction.  Though he liked to play it cool, it was reassuring that deep down he might be as flustered as she was.  “You have such a pretty cock,” Win murmured, leaning in to lap up the glistening bead of precum gathered at his tip.  Slowly taking him into her mouth, her tongue traced the thick vein on the underside of his length as her eyes flicked up to his, looking incredibly sinful on all fours like that with his cock disappearing into her mouth.

“Oh fuck–” Billy grunted, bucking forward involuntarily, unable to stop himself.  “Fuck, that feels good.  Your mouth’s like heaven,” he growled as his tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged, his pubes tickling her nose.

Win merely moaned in response, gripping the base of his cock with one hand to hold him steady so he couldn’t take her by surprise again.

“Shit Win,” he gasped, tangling his fingers in her chin length hair, blunt fingernails scraping her scalp as she hollowed her cheeks to suck as she pulled back, her velvety tongue curling around him, caressing him with each bob of her head.

“If you keep that up–” Billy’s words cut off and he hastily pulled free of her mouth, his fist in her hair holding her still.  “As much as I would love to cum down your throat, sweetheart, I wanna make you scream,” he growled, releasing her hair to wipe the drool from her chin with his thumb, the tenderness of his actions at odds with the harsh way the words left his mouth.

A thrill ran through Win and she scooted backwards atop the bed, giving him room to join her.

“Get those panties off, or I’m gunna have to rip ‘em off you,” he said, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“That actually sounds kinda hot,” Win laughed, laying back against her pillows, her arms resting behind her head, her posture just daring him to do it.

Billy’s eyes flashed at the challenge and he grabbed her by the ankles, yanking her back toward him.  Win let out a shriek of laughter, but didn’t struggle, biting her lips as he clutched her underwear, his gaze boring into hers.

“You sure about that?” he drawled, hesitating, and Win nodded.  Billy’s grin turned predatory and he gave a sharp tug, easily ripping the thin cotton from her body.  

“Oh fuck–” Win breathed, heat rolling through her at the display.

“There, that’s better,” he purred, discarding the ruined garment and pulling her legs apart.  “I wanna look at this pretty pussy.”

Win’s breath hitched as he slid a finger between her folds.  “Sucking me off made you this wet?” he marveled, slipping a second finger in, stretching her around him.

“I told you you had a gorgeous cock,” Win teased, huffing a breathless laugh as his thick digits curled inside her, dragging against her spongy g-spot.

“Billy, stop teasing me,” she pouted, rolling her hips impatiently against the heel of his hand.

“You keep pouting like that and I’ll make you wait longer,” he taunted, pulling his fingers free with a wet squelch and taking a moment to study the silvery translucent strands that stretched between them.

“If you won’t get me off, I have other ways–” Win began, huffing indignantly until Billy pushed her back, crawling between her legs and grabbing her wrist as she reached toward her sex.

“Ah ah ah, you don’t get to touch yourself right now, that’s my job,” he growled, releasing her wrist and giving his cock a few strokes before teasing his swollen head between her folds.  “You ready, baby?” he asked, taking her aback that he’d asked.

“I’m ready,” Win breathed, moaning as he pushed into her.  He kept his head down, watching the spot where their bodies connected, her cunt sucking him in greedily, inch by slow inch, creaming rings around the base of his cock with each slow thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Billy groaned, dropping his forehead against her shoulder, his necklace hovering over her chest, grazing her sternum lightly as it swung in time with his measured movements.

Each time his hips met hers with a soft smack of skin on skin, Win let out a soft moan, her hands sliding up his back, feeling every dip and swell of taut muscle stretched beneath his fevered skin.  “Oh fuck,” she gasped, whining sharply, her fingers biting into his shoulders as he hit her cervix, bottoming out.

“You make such pretty sounds for me.  Your daddy’s not home, you know.  So, you don’t have to hold back,” Billy growled, thrusting into her harder, enough to make the bed frame squeak, her tiny frame rocking beneath him.  “I meant it when I said I wanted to make you scream.”

Win’s lips twitched and she let her eyes flutter shut.  “Kiss me,” she breathed, the warmth pooling low in her gut spreading outward, driving her to the precipice.  Needing to feel all of him pressed against her, she tightened her hold on him and Billy obliged, a deep groan catching in his chest as his lips collided with hers, kissing her breathless as he pumped into her faster, a desperation in his movements that grew with each moment.

Something had changed–this wasn’t like the time they’d fucked in the back of his car, this felt different, and Win’s head swam as her pleasure crested, threatening to carry her away.

“Billy–!” she gasped, teetering on the edge.  “Want–want you to cum inside,” she managed to get out, rolling her hips to meet his, angling him deeper.

Billy nodded, breathing heavily, his thrusts growing jerky, sloppy.  “Fuck, I’m–” he cut off with a guttural growl, his cock swelling and spasming as he came, unable to hold back any longer, and it was only moments later that Win followed, crying out his name as he rode her through it, pumping her full.

When they finally stilled, Billy collapsed atop her, his chest heaving against hers and Win pressed her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his sweat and the lingering spicy smell of his cologne.

With a soft grunt, Billy rolled to his back, pulling out of her and Win whined at the loss, feeling his seed slowly rolling down her inner thigh.  

“You were right, you knew exactly what I needed to wear me out,” she sighed contentedly, turning toward him to rest her cheek against his shoulder, draping her arm over him.

Billy chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.  “I know how to take care of you,” he murmured proudly, reaching for Win’s pack of cigarettes on the nightstand nearby.

“Open the window and share that with me,” she said, scooting closer to his side and Billy did as she asked, lighting the cigarette pinched between his teeth and blowing the smoke toward the window above her headboard.

Taking another pull, he offered it to her, wrapping his other arm around her back to hold her against him, though he knew he should be doing the opposite–disentangling himself and getting dressed.  It was late, way past his curfew, but the feel of her warm body pressed against him was sweeter than the threat of his father’s wrath and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this relaxed.

“What was California like?” Win asked, her abrupt question taking him by surprise, and when Billy glanced down at her, he found her watching him.

“Warm,” he said, fighting a lump in his throat.  “The sun was almost always shining.  I used to spend a lot of time at the beach,” he continued, glancing away.  “Then… things changed, and–” Billy hesitated, plucking the cigarette from her fingers to bring to his lips.  “Well, let’s just say there was always plenty of shit to do to keep me outta the house,” he muttered, still feeling Win’s large doll-like eyes on him. 

He could sense she was gearing up to ask a follow up question and he quickly changed the subject, not really wanting to dredge up shit from the past.

“How late does your dad work?  He’s not gunna come home soon and catch me in bed with you, is he?” he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes as he remembered the look on her father’s face the first time they’d met.  If he found them like this, he’d probably really freak.

“Nah, he works nights, so he won't be back til about six or seven,” Win answered.

Billy chanced a peek at her while he ashed the cigarette in the glass ashtray on her bedside table.  “You don’t see him much,” he observed, a spike of jealousy pricking his stomach.

Win shook her head, reaching across him to steal the last few hits off the cigarette. 

“Ever since my mum died, it’s been like this.  Like he doesn’t wanna process shit, and he’d rather just throw himself into work or something, I dunno,” she muttered.

“I wish my dad was like that,” Billy murmured and Win’s brows drew down.

“Don’t say that.”

Billy huffed a humourless laugh, finally looking her in the eye.  “I mean it,” he insisted.  “If you knew my dad, you’d understand.  If he disappeared tomorrow and I never saw him again, I wouldn’t shed a fuckin’ tear.”

Win nodded, finally understanding. With everything he’d said about his home life, things were beginning to make a lot of sense.

“Shit,” she suddenly hissed, catching sight of the time.  “It’s way later than I thought–”

Billy cut her off, knowing she was about to ask if he needed to leave, and while he knew he probably should, he’d already made up his mind.

“It’s fine,” he said, a decisiveness to his voice that discouraged any argument.  “Besides, your bed’s way more comfortable and there’s a smokin’ hot naked girl in it,” he added, his lips twitching as he ducked his head to steal a kiss.

“Charmer,” Win murmured, once more melting, deciding not to press the issue.  It wasn’t like she wanted him to leave anyway.

Billy put out the spent cigarette and waved the smoke away before getting under the blankets and pulling Win closer, letting her meld against him, stifling a yawn behind her hand.

“Night Princess,” he murmured, but she was already drifting off.  

––

The sound of her dad’s car pulling into the gravel drive woke Win and she blinked blearily, vaguely noticing the weak sunlight streaming through her window, which was still cracked open from the night before, the November morning air chilling her room.

Whining softly at the chill, she pulled the comforter up higher and rolled over, seeking Billy’s warmth.  When her hand slid across the cold empty space next to her however, she bolted awake.  Billy was nowhere to be found, his blankets thrown back as if he’d gotten up.

Crawling to the edge of the bed, she found the spot on the floor he’d left his boots empty as well and her fear of her father catching him there shifted to empty disappointment, her heart sinking, though she knew she was being irrational.

Laying back down with a huff, she stared at the ceiling, not bothering to shut her window.  It almost felt like she’d only imagined falling asleep in Billy’s warm embrace, sleeping more soundly than she had since she’d moved to Hawkins.  Turning her head to glance at her clock, a slip of paper on her bedside table caught her eye and she sat up to get a better look.

Billy’s hasty scrawl covered the scrap paper and Win couldn’t help but smile, hearing his voice in her head as she read his words.

Morning beautiful,  Sorry I’m not there when you wake up.  Thought it would be safer to leave before your dad gets home.  Last night was fun.  Slept better than I have in a while.   I’ll call you later. —Billy P.S. you’re pretty cute when you’re sleeping, you actually look kind of innocent.

Suddenly feeling much lighter, Win flopped back into bed, holding Billy’s note to her chest as she fell back asleep, hoping his dad hadn’t noticed he’d been out all night.

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i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) [b.h]

eight. | six different ways

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (ofc)

⇾ w.c. 3.7k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, smut, oral sex (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, naughty polaroids, lots of feelings ⇾ a/n. last fluffy chapter before the angst sets in. prepare yourselves.

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“God, how can you stand this fuckin’ cold?” Billy complained as he sauntered through the parking lot to the Camaro, one arm slung around Win’s shoulders, the other tugging his jacket closer, and Win snorted.

“This ain’t nothin’, pretty boy,” she teased, amused at the way he wrinkled his nose at her.  “I'm from the Windy City and it gets even colder there than it does here, so I’m used to it,” she explained, turning to face him once they reached his car.  “I can always keep you warm,” she purred, slipping her arms under his jacket to embrace him, her chin propped against his chest as she smirked up at him.

“I like the sound of that,” Billy murmured, his lips twitching as he met her gaze.

“Ugh, get a room,” Max groaned as she skated up, kickflipping her board into her hand.

Billy threw her a hard look in response and she rolled her eyes, getting into the back seat.

“I’m supposed to stay at the house with her til Susan gets home,” Billy grumbled, heaving an annoyed sigh.  “Wanna come over?” he asked after a moment.  “They won’t be home til six.”

Though he didn’t specify, Win knew exactly who he was talking about.

“Yeah, I can help you change your spark plugs,” Win offered, giving a soft yelp as Billy’s hands traveled downward, giving her backside a quick squeeze.

“Deal,” he smirked, slipping out of her embrace and to the driver’s seat.

As promised, the house on Cherry Street was empty when they arrived and Max promptly raided the fridge before retreating to her room.  Billy opened the garage and pulled the Camaro in, popping her hood and cutting the engine.

“You ever change spark plugs before?” he asked as he shrugged off his jacket, turning on the small radio on the workbench before rolling his sleeves up.

“I have,” Win replied, slipping her jacket off as well.

“I like a girl who knows her way around a car,” Billy drawled, glancing over his shoulder at her.

“Especially the back seat, right?” Win snorted.

“I was talking about the engine,” Billy teased, “but that too,” he chucked, winking at her.

Win rolled her eyes fondly, opening the toolbox in the corner to find him a flex head socket wrench, placing it in his outstretched hand.

“Hmm, guess you weren’t lyin’,” he mused, wrapping his fingers around the tool's handle.

Win merely arched an eyebrow at him, not deigning to rise to the jab.  Leaning back, she crossed her arms, watching him bend over the engine, his tight Levi’s accentuating the curve of his ass.

“You checking me out, Lewis?”  Billy’s voice was muffled by the hood, but Win heard him loud and clear, her lips twitching in amusement. 

“Maybe,” she drawled, stealing a cigarette from his pack and placing it between her lips.  “That okay?” she quipped, watching the cherry blaze brighter before snapping his lighter shut and slipping it in her pocket.

Billy glanced back over his shoulder at her, a grin on his lips.  “Look as much as you want, Princess.”

Win let her eyes trail over him slowly once more, pulling the cigarette from her lips to blow the stream of smoke languidly skyward before catching her bottom lip between her teeth.

Billy snorted softly, shaking his head as he turned back to the car.  “Hand me one of those fresh plugs, will ya?” he asked, and Win obliged, trading him for the old sparkplug.

Once he’d finished, Billy straightened, reaching for a shop rag to wipe the grime from his hands, his cheeks and forehead smudged with dirt and grease.

“Uhm, you got a little…” Win gestured to his face with a grin and Billy chuckled, the sound warming her heart.  The only time he seemed to laugh like that–bright and open–was when they were alone together.

“Yeah, I figured,” he snorted, carefully dropping the hood and stealing Win’s lit cigarette from her lips to place between his.  “Wanna help me clean up?” he asked, the cigarette bobbing as he spoke.

“Yeah, I think you’ll need all the help you can get,” Win teased, grabbing her jacket and pulling open the door to the house.  Billy followed her to the bathroom, studying his reflection with amusement. 

“It’s not as bad as you made it sound,” he pointed out, but Win merely grinned, looking through the drawers til she found a clean washcloth.

Turning around, she let out a sudden yelp of surprise as she came face to face with Billy’s chest, his dirty hands cupping her cheeks as he leaned in to capture her lips.  Caressing her jaw as he deepened the kiss, his hands slid down her chest, groping her shamelessly over her shirt, his thumbs coaxing her nipples to stiffen beneath the fabric.

When he pulled back, he wore a smug grin, and when Win caught sight of her own reflection, she could see why–Billy’s dirty hand prints splayed across her chest.

“First you cover me in hickies and now you ruin my shirt?  Possessive, much?” Win snorted and Billy’s blue eyes flashed.

“Can you blame me?” he asked, letting her wipe his face with the damp cloth before washing his hands and forearms.  “You’re the hottest girl in school, gotta make sure every other guy knows you’re spoken for,” he huffed, sounding almost petulant and Win’s stomach gave a flutter at the brief flash of vulnerability in Billy’s eyes.  

“I’m pretty sure they know,” she assured him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“I dunno…” Billy muttered, narrowing his eyes.  “Thought I saw Harrington eyeing you at lunch the other day.”

“Oh please, he’s practically dating Holly,” Win scoffed, slipping past him to head down the hall.

“Oh no you don’t,” Billy exclaimed, catching her round the middle and hefting her up over his shoulder.  Win gasped, but didn’t struggle as he carried her to his room.

Kicking the door shut behind him, he dropped Win atop his bed, his sheets still in disarray from how he’d left them that morning.

“Ruffian!” Win huffed, pushing up to her elbows to watch him unbutton his shirt, though her voice held no sting.

Billy snorted a laugh.  “I think you like being thrown around a little,” he said and Win couldn’t quite make her voice work.

Billy smirked, amazed at how red her cheeks turned.  “Look at that, can’t even deny it,” he drawled, leaning over her to unbutton her jeans, tugging them down her legs.

“Do we have enough time–?” Win gasped, though she was already hot with arousal, the tingling in her stomach moving lower.

Billy glanced at the clock on his bed stand.  “We got plenty of time, Princess,” he assured her, pressing a kiss to her navel before straightening and crossing the room, turning on his stereo and grabbing the Polaroid camera from his dresser.

“What are you doing with that?” Win asked, eyeing him doubtfully.

“What’s it look like?” he asked, standing at the foot of his bed and bringing the camera’s viewfinder to his eye.

“Ohhh no you don’t,” Win exclaimed, yanking his sheets over her lower half.

“Aw c’mon, you look so cute today, I wanna remember this moment,” Billy drawled, tugging the sheets from Win’s hands and she groaned, knowing he’d already won.

“No one, and I mean absolutely no one, sees these photos other than you,” she insisted, holding his gaze levelly.

“Now why would I want anyone else to see you like this?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at her before snapping a photo and letting it fall to the bed.  “You’re mine, remember?” he growled, watching her over the camera.

A shiver ran down Win’s spine at that look and she wet her lips, getting up on her knees to pull her shirt over her head, no bra beneath.  Billy hissed a sharp breath at the sight, his cock stiffening beneath his jeans and he snapped another photo, wetting his lips as he lowered the camera.

“You telling me you’ve been walking around all day without a bra on?”

Win crawled closer, her lips curling mischievously.  “Maybe,” she teased, working to undo his belt.

However, Billy shook his head, stilling her hands as he silenced her confusion with a kiss.  “Not yet,” he murmured, his eyes flicking up to hers as he eased her to her back.  “I wanna taste you first,” he breathed, blue hues darkening with want.  

“Lay back” he instructed, stretching her arms above her head before clicking another picture, the polaroid fluttering to the bed, slowly revealing Win’s wanton expression, her lips parted expectantly as she gazed up at him.

“Good girl,” he drawled, his deep voice dripping honey as he climbed off her, dropping the camera to rid her of her panties, stuffing them in his back pocket.

The warm tingling sensation between her legs grew as Win watched Billy settle between her thighs, his lips dragging against her fevered skin as he kissed his way higher, his warm breath against her dripping sex leaving her aching.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, Winnie,” he murmured, finally touching her, pressing his lips to her clit and chuckling darkly at the way her breath hitched.

Eager to tease her further, he drew the hood of her clit between his lips, sucking gently before flicking her sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue.  Win’s hips rolled impatiently against his mouth, a sharp breathy whine leaving her lips, and Billy wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her down as he began to trace languid circles around her clit, his relaxed pace agonizing.

Win bit her lip as she pushed herself up to her elbows to watch.  “Fuck, Billy,” she sighed, “you look so nice between my thighs.”

Her compliment had him smirking against her cunt and his eyes flicked up to watch her, holding her gaze.  Struck by the moment, Win reached for the discarded camera, bringing it to her eye to snap a picture, wanting to sear the image into her memory and Billy groaned at the thought, his tongue lashing faster against her, forcing a moan from her lips.

“Oh fuck–” Win exclaimed, dropping the camera to thread her fingers in Billy’s hair.  “Yeah, right there–” she whined.

The measured circles became broad strokes with the flat of his tongue that left Win squirming and shuddering, gasping sharp moans that she tried to stifle, remembering Max was just in the next room.

“Oh God, Billy—“ she breathed, her nails scraping his scalp, her pleasure washing over her in waves as he feasted on her like a man starving, moaning into her cunt as if he were enjoying it just as much as she was.

“I’m gunna cum, I’m gunna—“ she babbled, light blooming behind her eyelids as she screwed her eyes shut and her mouth fell open in a silent scream.  Her body went rigid with the force of her climax, but Billy didn’t abate, overstimulating her til a second orgasm followed on the heels of the first and she gushed against his mouth, unable to control her body, helpless under his unrelenting force.

Finally, he stopped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he lifted his face.  “I was right,” he mused, grinning down at Win as she fought to catch her breath, chest heaving and eyelids fluttering as she tried to focus on him.

“About what?” she managed to gasp.

“That you taste just as good as you look.”

“Charmer,” Win murmured, barely registering that he’d just snapped another picture of her, smirking as he shook the little polaroid photo, waiting for it to develop.

“How many of those are you gunna take?” Win asked, picking one up from the sheets to look at.

“I don’t think it’s possible to have too many photos of you,” Billy chuckled huskily, dropping the developed photo onto her chest so he could pull his pants down.

“Yeah, well, I’m keeping this one,” Win said, holding up the one she’d taken of him between her thighs.

“Fine by me,” Billy murmured, the mattress dipping as he crawled atop it, his necklace skimming her body as he kissed his way up her chest.  “Gunna look at it when you touch yourself?” he mused, white teeth flashing smugly.

“Maybe,” Win replied, squeezing her legs around his waist, her breath catching as his cock brushed her dripping folds.  “Is that what you’re gunna do with them?” she countered.

“Course.  These are so much hotter than any centerfold,” he groaned, inhaling deeply as he captured her lips.

Win opened her mouth to him, caressing his tongue with hers and moaning as she tasted herself on him.

“You make the prettiest sounds for me, Winnie,” Billy growled softly, kissing her jaw as he lined himself up, bullying his cock between her folds and pressing slowly into her, savouring the way her velveteen walls fluttered and squeezed around him, sucking him in until they were completely connected.

“That’s cause you feel so good,” Win breathed.  “Y'make me feel so good, Billy.”

Win’s breathy words made Billy smile, his expression softening.  “You make me feel good too, Win,” he murmured, threading their fingers together as he rocked against her, the ridge of his head dragging against her spongy g-spot.

In that moment, everything else fell away–the music playing in the background, the fear of getting caught, Max doing who-knew-what in the other room–none of it mattered but Billy.

With each thrust, she moved against him, rolling her hips to angle him deeper, and soon it was as if they moved as one, Win wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer, wanting to feel all of him pressed against her.  

Too preoccupied to whisper in her ear all the filthy things he was gunna do to her, like he usually did, Billy merely moaned wordlessly, his breath mixing with hers as he pressed their foreheads together, holding Win’s gaze as they made love.

Like a flower opening to the sun, Win felt a rush of warmth suffuse her as she teetered on the edge, her breath catching as the next moment she tumbled into bliss, her entire body contracting as the tightly coiled spring inside her suddenly released.  With a soft cry, Billy’s name fell from her lips, her mouth falling open as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper while her walls fluttered and tightened around him.  Following her headlong toward the precipice, Billy let out a guttural groan as his hips met hers, burying himself deep inside her as he came, his muscles spasming as he painted her cervix.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke, their gasping breaths mingling in the space between their lips as their eyes found each other.

“Holy shit,” Billy gasped, breaking the silence, and suddenly the music from his stereo filled Win’s ears.

“That was–” she panted, pausing to swallow, working moisture back into her mouth.  “That was so hot.”

Billy let out a shuddering breath, his long lashes brushing his cheeks as he pulled out of her.  “Definitely don’t think that was fucking,” he murmured, more to himself than her, but it made Win smile and she took his face between her hands, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Definitely not,” she agreed, affection weighing heavy on her chest.

Billy cleared his throat, rolling off her and reaching for his pack of smokes, tapping one out and placing it between his lips as he searched blindly for his lighter.

Win rolled to her side, reaching over him to grab it, flipping the lid open and thumbing the wheel, holding the flame steady for him.

“Thanks babe,” he murmured, the cigarette hanging from his lips as he blew out a stream of smoke and laid back, pulling Win to his side before tucking his arm under his head.  Win nestled closer, resting her cheek against his shoulder as she watched his chest slowly rise and fall, tracing idle shapes with her fingertips.

Finally, she plucked at the pendant resting against his sternum and picked it up to get a closer look.  “You’re always wearing this, does it mean something?” she murmured and Billy glanced down at it before pulling the cigarette from his mouth and rolling it between his finger and thumb.

“It’s a Virgin Mary medallion,” he answered, watching as the light from his window glinted off its polished surface.

“I didn’t peg you as the religious type,” Win mused, glancing up at him and Billy let out a dry laugh.

“Oh, trust me, I’ve been to church plenty, but it never made a difference.  I stopped believing in anything a long time ago,” he muttered before deflating with a sigh.  “This was my mother’s, it’s the only thing I have left of her,” he explained, a frown marring his features, and Win wondered if she’d passed away.  This was the first time Billy had ever brought her up.

“It’s supposed to protect you,” he said, his voice growing thick.  “I don’t think it works,” he whispered gruffly, blinking rapidly for a moment before continuing.

“But she gave it to me before she left and for some stupid reason I can’t seem to make myself get rid of it,” he huffed bitterly, closing his hand around it in a fist.

“She left?” Win whispered, catching his gaze and finding his eyes rimmed red.

Billy didn’t look away, studying her face for a moment before answering.  “She couldn’t take my father’s temper anymore, or his jealousy.  So she left.”  He shook his head.  “I kept waiting for her to come back for me.  But she didn’t.  That’s when I knew things wouldn’t get any better.  And I was right.”

“Billy–” Win breathed, but he closed his eyes, his cigarette forgotten between his fingers.

“Fuck our dads for dragging us here,” Billy muttered, frustration returning to his voice.

Noticing his cigarette was nearly burned down to the filter, Billy let out an annoyed grunt and brought it to his lips for one last calming drag.  Win watched silently, pulling his hand toward her mouth and taking a draw, the cigarette still perched between his thick fingers.  Releasing his wrist, she blew the stream of smoke toward the ceiling as he stubbed it out in the glass ashtray on his nightstand.

“There is one silver lining to this fucked up situation though,” Win murmured, grey eyes flicking to blue.

“Yeah?  Enlighten me,” Billy prompted, rolling to his side and propping his head on his hand.

“It brought me to you,” she replied quietly, her heart constricting with affection.

Billy studied her for a moment, his gaze softening.  “It did,” he agreed.  “I’m glad it did,” he whispered, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek.

“...I’ve never done this before,” he admitted quietly, clearing his throat in embarrassment, his eyes flicking away.

“What do you mean?  We’ve definitely fucked before,” Win laughed, but Billy shook his head, his nose wrinkling.

“Of course we’ve done that,” he scoffed.  “No, I meant… this,” he said again, though his inflection changed, as if he were trying to say something profound and not quite able to find the words.  “Dated anyone. Told anyone this shit,” he clarified.  “I’ve never… stuck around.  I’ve never wanted to stay.”

Win fell quiet, watching him carefully, daring to brush an errant sweaty curl from his forehead.  “Why not?” she asked quietly and Billy snorted.

“Every girl I’ve been with was boring.  They were all the same,” he said, no malice to his voice, he was just stating facts.  “I couldn’t stand them.”

Win rested her cheek against his shoulder.  “What’s different about me?” she whispered.

Billy let out a breath.  “You didn’t fawn over me.  You stood up for yourself, gave me a challenge,” he answered, his lips tugging into a hesitant smile.  “You don’t put up with my shit.  You make me feel like I’m…more.”

“You are more,” Win whispered.  “You’re not as bad as you think you are, Billy Hargrove,” she murmured, her gaze traveling his face almost defiantly.  Inside, you’re just a scared damaged little boy, hoping no one will see through his armor. 

And I think I fucking love you.  

The words nearly slipped out before Win caught them and Billy opened his mouth to respond, freezing when he heard the front door shut heavily.  “Shit–!” he hissed, scrambling up to grab their clothes and hide the polaroids.  “C’mon, we gotta get dressed,” he urged, hastily pulling his jeans up, hopping slightly as he zipped and buttoned them before reaching for a fresh shirt, one with less buttons. Win didn’t wanna find out what would happen if Neil caught them like that–naked in bed together– and jumped up just as quickly, forgetting about the confession she almost just made.  Pulling her shirt back over her head and her jeans back up, she jumped onto the bed and grabbed a nearby Auto Trader, while Billy lounged next to her, opening the book on his nightstand just in time for his father to swing the door open and step into his room.

“Billy–!” he barked, his words cutting off when he noticed Win there.

“What?” Billy demanded, looking up from his paperback in annoyance.

“Why didn’t you answer me when I called for you?” Neil exclaimed, frowning suspiciously at the two of them.

“I didn’t hear you,” Billy scoffed.

“You didn’t hear me?” Neil repeated, planting his hands on his hips.

“The music,” Billy said, nodding toward his stereo.

Neil glanced at the speakers and frowned.  “What’ve you been doing in here?  You know your sister’s in the next room–”

“Jesus, nothing happened!  We’ve just been hanging out,” Billy huffed, cutting him off.

Neil’s eyes narrowed, zeroing in on the dirty handprints on Win’s shirt before staring down Billy, a silent battle of wills happening and Win winced, having forgotten all about that.

However, Neil merely let out a derisive snort, pointing at Billy and then at his door.  “When she’s here, you’re to keep your door open.  Understood?”

“Yeah, jeeze,” Billy exclaimed before his dad turned to leave the room, leaving the door full open behind him.

As soon as he left, Win let out the breath she’d been unconsciously holding, slumping back against Billy’s shoulder.  “I totally forgot about my shirt,” she whispered, unable to fight back an amused smirk.

“Eh, fuck him, let him think whatever he wants,” Billy huffed before barking a chuckle, wrapping an arm around her and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Win turned her face to look up at him, the words she’d nearly admitted earlier springing back to the forefront of her mind.  It was probably for the best if she didn’t say them.  At least not yet.

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Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 3.1k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, angst, anti Karen Wheeler, flayed!Billy, allusions to chemical consumption, angst ⇾ a/n. It's been a while since I've updated this fic, but I've had Billy on the brain recently and was missing him and Winnie. Thank you for being patient and please enjoy! Comments/Reblogs are greatly appreciated 💚

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It had felt like hours since Win had given up on trying to keep her mind occupied and away from thoughts of Billy and the date he’d boasted of having that night, instead giving into sleep despite the early hour.  Though she’d tossed and turned at first, she’d finally slipped into a semblance of slumber when a frantic pounding at the front door roused her like a shot, her heart leaping into her throat at the urgent racket.

Nearly falling out of bed, she scrambled up, grabbing her robe on the way to the door.  Switching on the kitchen light, she unbolted the lock and yanked the door open, not ready for the sight that awaited her.

His fist raised, poised to knock again, was none other than the man she couldn’t get off her mind.

Billy Hargrove.

As soon as he saw her, he dropped his arm and looked over his shoulder anxiously, shifting his weight from foot to foot as if ready to make a break for it.

“Billy, what–?” Win began, her indignant exclamation catching in her throat as she got a better look at him.

He looked like he’d been in a fight, the angry gash above his eyebrow was smeared with dried blood and his rumpled curls clung wetly to the sheen of sweat and dust on his forehead, but it was the haunted look in his eyes that made Win pause–she’d never seen him this scared before—not even on the night Max had gone missing and she’d witnessed Neil’s abuse first hand.

“Billy, what happened to you?” she exclaimed, her voice coming out hoarse with concern and she caught him as he stumbled forward, practically collapsing into her arms.

“M’sorry, didn’t know where else to go,” Billy mumbled and Win shook her head, waving his apology away.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” she said, pulling him inside.

Before she shut the door, she noticed the cracks across the Camaro’s windshield and the dent in the dark hood and frowned.  It looked like Billy had hit something big.

“Take your jacket off, I wanna make sure you don’t have any other injuries,” Win instructed as she led him to the bathroom and flipped on the overhead light, pausing to wash her hands before grabbing the first aid kid from under the sink.

“Shirt off too,” she added, surprised that Billy obeyed without a word, shrugging off his leather jacket and unbuttoning his dress shirt.  Any other time he would’ve smirked smugly and made some coy comment about how she just couldn’t resist getting him naked or some shit, and the marked difference in his demeanor made Win’s stomach churn nervously.

In addition to the cut on his brow, his palms and chest were scratched raw, as if he’d been dragged across the ground and Win hissed at the sight, trying to wrap her head around what could have caused it, a nagging worry that it was because of his father.

“Billy, what happened?  It looked like you hit something.  The Camaro was all banged up.  Did Neil have something to do with this?” Win asked, using a clean towel to wash his wounds, gently wiping away the dust and dried blood at his temple, careful not to scrub too hard.  

Billy didn’t answer, letting his eyes flutter shut only to wince when Win dabbed at the cut with alcohol, a sharp breath ripping through his nose.

“Billy, please–” she tried again, kneeling at his side to clean the cuts on his chest and trying to catch his gaze.

His hands tightened into fists for a moment before he forced them to relax atop his thighs and he finally opened his eyes to look at her, a wild frightened look in his blue gaze that chilled Win to the bone.

“I’m sorry.  I’m sorry, Win,” he breathed, his voice hushed–hoarse with desperation–and Win had a feeling he wasn’t just apologizing for showing up unannounced in the middle of the night all banged up.

“I’m sorry for everything.  I fucked up.  I fucked up bad,” he insisted, wetting his lips as he held her gaze, imploring with his eyes for her to believe him.

“If anything happens to me, I need you to know–”

“Whoa, Billy wait–” Win exclaimed, cutting him off, not liking the sound of what he was saying.  “You’re scaring me.  What do you mean if anything happens to you?” she demanded, ice filling her veins, but Billy shook his head.

“No, listen,” he growled, grabbing her arms, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise, the desperation in his voice enough to make her hold her tongue.

“If anything happens, I need you to know I’m sorry.  Losing you was the worst mistake I’ve ever made, and if I could take it back, I would,” he exclaimed, pain flickering in the dark depth of his eyes.

“Billy–” Win breathed, her pulse pounding loud in her ears, nearly drowning everything else out.  Why did it sound like he was saying goodbye…?

“Please forgive me, Win.  Please?  I’m scared,” he whispered, his voice dropping toward the end, the last words squeezing her heart.

That wasn’t like him.

The Billy Hargrove she’d known would never admit his fears out loud, no matter how frightened he was.

“Billy, I–” she breathed, blinking back the tears she could feel coming.

Did she forgive him?  Could she?

After his explosion the previous year, he’d stayed away from Steve, from Max and her friends.  He hadn’t been in any fights since Tommy on New Years Eve—at least that she knew of—and he’d done as she’d asked and stayed away from her, though it was the furthest thing from what she’d actually wanted.

He’d done everything she’d said and now he was apologizing.

Even if he hadn’t, in that moment Win knew it wouldn't matter and her answer sprang to her tongue without a second thought.

“I forgive you.”

As soon as the words left her lips, Billy clutched at her, pulling her into his arms, pressing his face to the crook of her neck to hide the way his eyes swam with relieved tears and Win held onto him just as fiercely, as if she feared he’d disappear on her–that she’d wake up to find it was all just a dream.

Before she could ask what this meant for them, Billy pulled back, taking her face between his large hands and capturing her lips in a desperate searing kiss that stole her breath and left her reeling.

Win kissed him back, her fingers tangling in his golden curls.  

“I’ve missed you so much,” she breathed, pressing her forehead to his, their panted breaths mingling in the close space between them.

“I–” Billy began, his eyes finding hers before he froze, his expression shifting, warping into a look of terror as he gasped a sharp breath in, every muscle in his body going taut.

Before Win could ask what was wrong, Billy jerked back, his wide eyes rolling wildly, as if he saw something she couldn’t.

“I can’t–” he rasped, fumbling frantically at the thin chain around his neck, his hand circling the little golden pendant and yanking, snapping the chain and pressing it into Win’s hand before closing her fingers around it and squeezing, fear and desperation battling across his visage.

“You need to stay away from me,” he ground out, springing to his feet and grabbing his jacket.  “It’s not safe– I can’t trust what I’ll do,” he exclaimed, swallowing thickly, silently pleading for her to understand.

“Billy, what?  What do you mean it’s not safe?” Win cried, jumping to her feet as well and letting out a sharp gasp as Billy rounded on her, grabbing her arms, his fingers digging uncomfortably into her skin.

“Promise me!” he growled, his face contorting in pain, as if he were waging a battle with himself, but Win shook her head, standing her ground.

“No, Billy.  I don’t understand!” she insisted, her heart in her throat.

Billy took a shuddering breath.

“Stay away,” he repeated, his eyes shining wetly.

Without another word, he released her and ran for the door.  Moments later the Camaro peeled out of the drive in a spray of stones, leaving Win standing in the doorway, more lost than ever.  As silence filled the night once more, she looked down at Billy’s necklace still clutched in her hand.

She knew its importance to him–the only reminder he had left of his mother.  So why had he given it to her?

“It’s supposed to protect you.  I don’t think it works.”

A shiver ran through Win as she held the necklace to her chest, her heart aching numbly.  Something had frightened Billy to his core, enough to push her away after only just getting her back.  And though he’d warned her to stay away, he had to know that was the last thing she’d do.

The rest of the night, Win could barely sleep, it felt like her heart had been ripped out all over again, and by the time morning came, she was ready for some answers.

Stringing Billy’s pendant onto a fresh chain, she dressed and biked down to the pool, determined to get some answers.  He couldn’t just give her hope only to snatch it back in a matter of minutes and then act like nothing had happened.  

Plus there was the matter of what had terrified him so badly to run away like that.  If he was in some sort of danger, Win couldn’t just sit by and do nothing.  No matter what he’d said to push her way, he hadn’t been lying about his feelings for her.

Reluctantly paying the entrance fee, she slipped through the women’s locker room to get to the pool side–already packed and it wasn’t even noon yet.  Shading her eyes from the scorching sun overhead, she scanned the pool for any sign of Billy, but it was Heather that was perched at the top of the lifeguard tower across from some other girl Win didn’t recognize.

Figuring he was either still in the men’s locker room or in the staff office, she set in to wait, leaning against the building in the shade of the overhang.

A thought had clutched her during the night after Billy had left, and she couldn’t seem to shake it.  What had happened to Billy’s “hot date” he had bragged about?  Had he even made it to the date, or had he been waylaid on his way there?

She knew it really didn’t matter at this point, but she couldn’t help but wonder who he’d been supposed to meet.

The office door swung open moments later and Win sank back slightly as Billy emerged, not noticing her as he walked past, heading for the gated storage area marked with an employee’s only sign.

Waiting to make sure no one was paying attention, Win stepped out of the shadows to follow after, only to freeze when he noticed Mrs. Wheeler approaching.  Assuming the woman was merely headed to the ladies’ room, she frowned when instead she slipped through the gate after Billy, hesitantly calling his name.

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” Win muttered under her breath as she followed, keeping her distance and peering around the corner.

“Billy?  I– I understand if you’re angry with me.  I just–I wanted to explain why I didn’t come last night.  It’s not you, it’s just… I have a family, and I can’t do anything that would hurt them.  You can understand that, right?” Karen said, taking a hesitant step closer, but Billy didn’t even turn around to look at her, keeping his back to her and Win’s blood boiled, her anger seething hotter.

So that was his hot, older date, she thought, her jaw clenching tightly, until she remembered that he’d come to her last night.

“Billy, please?  Won’t you even talk to me?  Say something,” Karen pleaded and Billy scoffed.

“Stay away from me, Karen,” he finally replied, his voice cold and hard, and Mrs. Wheeler flinched at his tone, clearly surprised.

“Billy, please?” she tried again, and he finally turned to regard her, his eyes flashing dangerously.  

“Get the fuck out.  I said, stay away,” he said, his voice just as hard.

Karen opened and closed her mouth, unable to think of anything to say before giving in and backing away reluctantly, hurrying for the exit and nearly colliding with Win on her way out.

“Oh my God–” she gasped, clutching at her throat in surprise until she realized who she’d ran into and her bright painted eyes went wide in recognition, guilt suffusing her expression instantly as her gaze settled on the all too familiar pendant resting against Win’s chest and she swallowed thickly, trying to work moisture back into her mouth as Win stared her down, her grey eyes turning stormy.

“I-I’m sorry, excuse me,” she mumbled, tripping over her words, her face flushing redder with embarrassment before hurrying out the chain link gate back to the pool, her heels clacking loudly on the concrete.

Touching Billy’s pendant, a frown marring her expression, Win tore her eyes from Mrs. Wheeler’s retreating form and pushed her roiling anger down, remembering why she was there in the first place.

Stepping further into the supply room, she found Billy, setting a half empty bottle of ammonia back on the shelf in front of him, his outstretched arm freezing when he heard her footsteps approaching.

“I thought I told you to leave,” he snapped sharply, not even bothering to look back, his hand at his side clenching into a fist.

“I can’t say I’m all that surprised that it was Mrs. Wheeler you were supposed to meet last night,” Win scoffed, ignoring his words.

At the sound of her voice, Billy straightened, spinning to face her, surprised alarm flitting across his visage.

One look at him and Win instantly knew something was wrong, concern outweighing the anger that clutched her, churning her stomach and racing through her veins. 

Completely drenched in sweat, Billy’s dark golden curls stuck wetly to his face while his dark cut off shirt clung to his chest and back.  She’d never seen him sweat that profusely, not even during basketball practice.

“Billy, you don’t look so good…”

He took a shuddering breath and the tension around his eyes softened for a moment as he took a step toward her, only to freeze, his expression once more contorting, his jaw flexing.

“I’m fine,” he spat, turning his face away from her.  “I told you to leave me alone,” he growled, but Win’s frown only deepened.

“You’re clearly not fine,” she countered, taking another step toward him.  “Just tell me what’s wrong and I can help.”

“I said.  Get.  Out.  I don’t want to see you any more!” Billy exploded, lashing out, his fist connecting with the shelf opposite him, nearly knocking it over, and Win jumped, flinching back at his outburst.

“I don’t believe you,” she whispered, her pulse pounding deafeningly in her ears.

“Dammit Win, can’t you just do what you’re told for once in your life?” he snapped, glaring daggers at her, though this time she held her ground, lifting her chin defiantly and Billy scoffed, jerking his head.  “I doesn’t matter if you don’t believe me, it’s not gunna change anything.  There is no help for me,” he added under his breath as he stepped around her, striding back toward the pool.

“Billy, wait!  Billy–!” Win called after him, but he didn’t look back, pushing the gate open and stumbling out into the sun.

Lingering by the gate, Win threaded her fingers through the chain links, fighting the urge to follow Billy as he made his way unsteadily to the lifeguard tower, climbing the rungs only to collapse wearily into the seat, sweat running freely down his face as he squinted into the sun beating down overhead, his expression practically deflating.

Fighting back the sob that caught in her throat, Win tore her eyes away from Billy and stubbornly turned away.  If he wasn’t going to give her any answers, then she’d have to find them elsewhere.

As she stepped into the women's locker room, however, she nearly ran into Mrs. Wheeler once again and the thread that was just barely holding her together finally snapped.

“M-Miss Lewis,” Karen gasped, hastily stepping back.  “I didn’t see you there,” she said, bleating an awkward laugh.

“What were you thinking?

At Win’s hushed accusation, Mrs. Wheeler flushed in embarrassment.

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” she murmured, not quite able to meet the younger woman’s eyes, but Win didn’t hesitate, her anger only flaring brighter.

“I know he's like, totally bodacious–” she mocked, her words dripping sarcasm “–and every bored housewife’s wet dream, but he’s eighteen!  He’s only a year older than your fucking daughter for Chrissakes!” Win exclaimed, her voice growing louder and more hysterical, and Karen flinched, backing away from her as she advanced.

“I know, but– h-he’s the one who came onto me.  He said– I thought you two–”

“Oh?  He came onto you?  So that makes it all okay, then?  Be the fucking adult, Jesus,” Win spat, interrupting her and Karen flushed redder.

“I didn’t go.  Nothing happened,” she insisted, but Win was too wound up, the words spilling out of her mouth without thought now.

“You have absolutely no idea what his life is like and all the horrible shit he’s had to endure!  No, all you see is a hot barely legal piece of ass to oggle and project your pathetic fantasies onto!  You should be ashamed of yourself!”

By the end of her tirade, Win was surprised to find her cheeks slick with tears, and she took a shuddering breath, trying to compose herself, her chest tight.

Pressed up against the row of lockers behind her, Karen looked thoroughly chastened–face bright red and eyes trained on the tiled floor.

“I-I’m so sorry.  I had no idea,” she murmured hoarsely, finally pulling her gaze up to look at Win, empathy softening her gaze when she saw how distressed she’d grown.  “Are you alright?”

Win swallowed, her expression twisting into contempt.  “You don’t get to act concerned about me now,” she hissed, wiping angrily at her face before turning and striding for the door, trying not to break into a run, though she desperately wanted to.

Grabbing her bike, Win took off toward Cherry Street, pushing down the wave of panic that threatened to carry her away and instead focusing on finding answers.  Maybe Max knew something she didn’t.

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❝ A Series of Firsts ❞

an oc x oc collaboration between @super-unpredictable98 / @hawkinsglasscloset and myself, part of our Stranger Timeline'verse, written for @ockissweek.

❧ w.c. 3.8k words ❧ warning(s). oc x oc pairing, children of oc x canon pairings, none really ❧ a/n. features Flor and I's fandom children ocs: Joseph "Joey" Hargrove (Billy & Win's son) and Melody Munson (Eddie & Lydia's daughter)

✧✦ First Kiss, Christmas 1997 ✦✧

Joey huffed a laugh. “You don’t think we’re a little old to play house?” he asked, grinning at his best friend.

"We're only nine..." Melody protested. "Eric from drama likes to play house with me," she pouted, feeling a little embarrassed. "What do we play when we're nine?"

Joey frowned, his stomach doing a little flip. “Oh…” he murmured, suddenly feeling jealous. “We can play,” he amended quickly, changing his mind.

"Are you sure?" Melody insisted, looking at him with her big brown puppy eyes and Joey let out a sigh.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he murmured, his cheeks warming slightly as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the playroom.

"Okay! So, I'll be the wife, and I'm coming back from working all day as a music teacher!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"Uhm, I guess I'll be the husband, and I'm making you some dinner," Joey replied, going to stand behind the kitchen playset.

Melody got a little purse from her pile of toys and pretended to walk into the house. She walked up to Joey and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "Hello, darling, what are you making us today?" she asked.  

Joey blinked, his face warming. “Uhhh-uhm, I’m making lasagna,” he said, grabbing the first little plastic food he saw.

"That's my favorite! You're the best husband in the world," Melody exclaimed, sitting down at the little table nearby, not even noticing the faint blush on his cheeks.

“Thanks, I’m glad you like it,” Joey said, putting the piece of plastic lasagna on a plate and setting it in front of her with some plastic utensils. “Want some wine to go with that?” he asked, pretending to pour some from the fake bottle.

"Yes, thank you!" Melody took a sip of her 'wine' and pretended to eat her dinner. "I think it's time for us to have a baby! I'm getting old and soon I won't be able to have babies, so we should do it!" she announced suddenly and Joey's eyes went wide.

"What?" he exclaimed. "I-I mean, how would we even... do that?" 

Melody frowned for a moment. "I don't know really, but you need to give me a seed and I'll swallow it, then the baby grows in my belly."

"Ohhhh," Joey mused. "I thought there was more to it.... like kissing. That's what my parents do," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Maybe we should kiss, my parents do that as well. I think all married couples do," Melody said, leaning in to press the softest peck to his lips. 

It happened to be the moment Joey's father walked past, catching sight of them them through the open door and backed up, trying to stifle an amused laugh. Not wanting to startle them, he knocked instead, leaning casually through the open door. "Hello, you two."

Joey jumped at his dad's voice, his brows leaping up. "Yeah? What is it?" he yelped, quickly pulling away from Melody, definitely not pouting.

"It's dinner time, bud, don't forget to wash your hands," Billy said, opened the door a little more, trying not to smirk.  

"Ah... okay," Melody replied, frowning a little.

"Guess we hafta go," Joey mumbled, glancing at her awkwardly. 

"We can play again soon," she assured him, taking his hand as they headed to the bathroom sink. 

"Okay," he agreed, wondering if she ever kissed Eric from drama class when they played house.

Melody smiled, she'd never ever kissed a boy before, but she didn't want Joey to know that... 

✧✦✧✦✧✦✧✦

As usual, the children won the war against their parents and they started opening their Christmas presents earlier than midnight. Right after dinner, everyone reunited around the fireplace to open their gifts and drink some tea with gingerbread biscuits. 

"Aaaah! We can play doctor now!" Melody exclaimed, looking at her friend's new medical kit with all sorts of colorful tools.

“Yeah! Can we go play, Mom, Dad?” Joey asked, hoping to pick up where they left off.

"Go ahead," Billy nodded, exchanging a look with his wife. "But remember to be careful, playing is only nice when you're both enjoying it..."  

"Okay!" Melody exclaimed, following her best friend to her bedroom with her new dolls in hand.

"First it's your turn to be the doctor and my turn to be the patient," Joey said, handing her the doctor's bag. "I think I've broken my arm," he exclaimed, clutching one of his arms to his chest.

"Oh no! Here, I'll put a cast on so it can heal properly," she looked at the fake X-ray and wrapped his arm with one of her scarves "Do you need a kiss to feel better?" she asked, gently kissing the back of his hand.

"Yes, please," Joey said, holding his breath as he waited for her to place a peck to his lips as well.

Melody let out a giggle before pressing a soft kiss to his lips just as the door was opening, not that she noticed. "You're all better now!" she announced.

Win bit her lip as she watched, her heart warming a little at the sight. "Hey kids," she murmured, knocking a little louder and Joey jumped, his cheeks flushing hotly.  

"What Mom?" he exclaimed, practically jumping away from Melody for the second time. 

"It's time to head home sweetheart. We'll see Lo tomorrow okay?" she said, ruffling his golden curls.

"Tomorrow you get to be the doctor," Melody said before giving him a hug. "Let's go say bye to everyone." 

✧✦ Spin the Bottle, 2001 ✦✧

"I'm not playing," Melody said decidedly when Joey suggested they play spin the bottle at his birthday party.

"What? Why not?" he exclaimed, frowning as he studied his best friend's features as they sat in the backyard. "C'mon Lo, don't be a party pooper," he huffed, polishing off the rest of the soda from his bottle to use.

"But I'm saving myself for David Tennant," she insisted, rolling her eyes.

Lately her parents had started to make little jokes about her dating Joey. They thought it was natural since the two had grown up together as best friends, spending nearly all their time together.

"Isn't he a little old for you?" Joey teased, setting the bottle on the table as the rest of his friends gathered around. He nearly mentioned that he'd already stolen her first kiss, even if they were just kids who didn't really know what they were doing.

"Age is just a number, in five years I'll be eighteen and he'll be... thirty six, it won't make a difference," she said with a shrug, reluctantly joining the others.

"I thought you said you weren't playing?" he pointed out, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I'm not, but I'll watch. I'm not gunna do anything stupid."

Joey frowned, but quickly wiped the sour expression from his face. "Suit yourself," he muttered. "Who wants to go first?"

"Think you should, you're the birthday boy," one of the girls from their class exclaimed, smiling shyly at him. 

"Yeah, go for it, Joey!" one of his mates agreed, clapping him on the back. 

"Alright, if you insist," he said with a grin, giving the bottle a good spin.

Melody's eyes narrowed when the other girl encouraged him. He was popular and handsome, probably the most handsome boy in their class, all the girls wanted to date him. And while she obviously wasn't interested in dating him herself, she still got angry when those attention seekers would throw themselves at him.

When the bottle finally stopped, it was pointing at her and she froze.

Joey's eyes traveled up from the bottle to Melody and his brows raised. 

"You sure you don't wanna play?" he asked, wetting his lips expectantly, hoping she'd change her mind. As much as he liked some of the other girls in their class, there was always something about her that made his heart give a stutter, not that he wanted her to know that--to know the extent of his feelings. After all, she'd made it pretty clear that she only liked him as a friend.

"Fine, I'll play," she mumbled, looking down as she tucked her hair behind her ears. "It's not a big deal, right? It's just a kiss."

"Yeah, no big deal," he repeated faintly, leaning over the table halfway, waiting for her to bridge the rest of the gap.

Melody felt her heart racing the closer she got to Joey. She hoped he couldn't sense it or hear it, because for her it was really loud. She didn't like him in that way... she was so sure of it... but she couldn't keep the blush from her cheeks when their lips finally touched.

Joey's eyes slipped shut as he kissed her, forgetting for the moment that they were in the middle of his party, wishing he could keep kissing her when she quickly pulled away and his eyes snapped open, his stomach dropping like a block of ice had settled there.

She wanted to kiss him more, she couldn't stop thinking about how cute it was when he asked for a kiss when playing house back when they were young. She sat back down and brought her knees close to her chest, feeling like she somehow messed it up.

Joey’s mouth opened, but the words wouldn’t come, and one look at Melody made him feel like he’d messed up big time; he should’ve never made her play. 

“Earth to Joey! It’s my turn,” the girl who’d urged him to go first exclaimed, grabbing the bottle and giving it a spin, gasping excitedly when it slowly stopped in front of him. “Looks like we get to kiss,” she said, wearing a giddy grin, and he finally blinked, turning to focus on her. 

“Oh, right, okay,” he said, leaning in to press his lips to hers. 

Melody watched and out of nowhere, she felt like she was about to cry. She felt her eyes fill with tears, but she couldn't do that in front of everyone. 

"What, Dad?" she called, pretending like she heard her father calling. "I'll be right back, keep going," she muttered, slipping out of her seat to run to her father and far from view, hugging him tightly as she began to sob in his arms.

Joey frowned at his friend’s sudden disappearance, staring after her. He didn’t exactly want to play anymore, but his friends were enjoying themselves, oblivious to his discomfort. 

“Baby, what’s the matter?” Eddie exclaimed, squeezing his daughter tight as she sobbed into his shirt. “What happened?” he asked, unable to keep the worry from his voice.

"I don't wanna say it out loud, I'm so dumb! Can we leave?" Melody whimpered quietly.

Nearby, Lydia thought about asking her daughter again what was wrong, saying she could tell them anything, but she knew her husband could handle it, and sometimes tween girls just had to cry and sort themselves out.

“Hey, you’re not dumb,” Eddie murmured, pulling back to wipe her tears with his thumbs. “Are you sure you wanna leave? It’s your best friend’s party,” he said gently.

"Just for a few minutes, we can come back to sing Happy Birthday," she mumbled, sniffling. They lived right next door, so it wouldn't be a problem.

“Okay sweetheart,” he agreed, straightening. “She wants to head home for a sec,” he said quietly to his wife. “I think she just wants to compose herself.”

"Alright, I'll let you guys know when the cake comes out," Lydia smiled sadly, stroking her daughter's dark curls before they crossed to their own yard.  

"If I tell you what happened, you and Mum will laugh at me," Melody whispered. 

“Never,” Eddie said seriously, shaking his head, his long hair swaying.

"I kissed Joey for spin the bottle, but I was embarrassed so I pulled away and then he looked sad and then this other girl spun and she kissed him and I felt really bad," she exclaimed, her words rushing out before she hid against her father's chest once more.

“Oh kiddo, I’m sorry. Have you considered that you feel bad because you like Joey?” he asked gently, rubbing her back soothingly.

"I don't know..." she murmured, still not wanting to admit it to herself. "I didn't think I should, but I felt weird when I kissed him."

"Weird, how?" 

"Weird like... I didn't want it to end."

Eddie chuckled softly. "Sounds like maybe you like Joe more than you think. But you're still young, you never know what's gunna happen," he said, smoothing her hair. 

"Hey, is everything alright? I saw you guys leaving. Is Lo not feeling well?" Win exclaimed, hurrying over to check on them. 

"Yeah, she started feeling sick and wanted to lay down for a sec," Eddie said.

"You poor thing," Win murmured, patting Melody's shoulder.

"I just have a headache, I'll be out for the cake, Aunt Winnie," she assured her, smiling sadly. "Don't tell Joey, I don't want him to worry."

"I won't, sweetheart, you go rest, okay?" Win said, offering her an apologetic smile.

Melody nodded and sat on the couch with her father, curled up like when she was a little kid. "You're right, we still have time, I guess."

✧✦ Make Out Spot, 2005 ✦✧

"Daaaaad, get the door, it's Joey," Melody yelled from her bedroom as she was getting ready.

"Yeah yeah," Eddie grumbled, rolling his eyes as he pushed up off the couch to open the door. "You know you coulda just come in, like you usually do," he chuckled, stepping aside for Joey to come in. 

"Oh, uh yeah, I guess," the young man mumbled, running his hand awkwardly through his golden blonde hair. "It just kinda feels different now that I'm datin' Lo, y'know?" he said and Eddie clapped him on the shoulder. 

"You trying to make a good impression or something? Not like we haven't known you all your life," he joked.

"Of course he's gotta make a good impression, I taught him well," Billy chuckled, following his son in.

"A better impression than you made with my dad," Win joked.

"Hey, Joey!" Melody called as she left her bedroom all dolled up for their date.

Many years passed since his birthday party. Well, actually only four and a half, but it felt like much longer.  

"Lo!" Joey exclaimed, brightening, his lips pulling into a wide grin. "You look amazing," he breathed.

"Aww look how pretty you two are," Lydia cried, grabbing her Nokia to take a photo.

"So do you!" Melody ran to give him a hug. "We should get going, we'll miss the movie and... all that."

"Yep, see you guys later," Joey called to their parents as he led his girlfriend to the door.

"Can you drive us to that street where nobody can see us?" She whispered.

"Yep," Joey whispered back with a small smirk, opening his car door for her.

Melody got inside and placed her hand on his thigh as soon as he joined her. "I missed you, babe."

"Missed you too," he drawled, grinning at her. "We're not really going to the movies are we?" he asked, pulling away from the curb to head to their usual make out spot.

"Maybe later. There's something I wanna do first..." she smirked, playing with his golden curls.

"Oh? Like what?" he asked, glancing at her as he drove, heat rushing through him at the look she gave him.

"I don't know, just... talk," she whispered and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She slowly dragged her lips along his jaw then down to his neck. "Like that."

"Ohhh, I see," he breathed, swallowing thickly, shifting slightly in his seat against the tightening in his jeans, quickly pulling off the street to park under the flyover where they'd be hidden from view. "I like the sound of that," he said, putting the car in park and turning in his seat to catch her lips.

Melody climbed into his lap while they kissed. She couldn't even imagine how silly she was to ever deny her feelings for Joe. "You're so handsome, I can't deal."

"Aren't you just adorable?" he chuckled, moaning as he pushed his seat back to give her more room, his hands sliding down her back to grasp her ass.

"I love you," she murmured in between kisses. "I'll never waste any time not kissing you again."

“Love you too, beautiful,” he groaned, his lips moving against hers, parting to flick his tongue against the inside of her teeth. “What brought this on?” he asked, catching his breath.

"Just feel like I wasted a long time not kissing you. We could've been kissing for years... but I was stubborn."

Joey chuckled, tucking one of her dark curls behind her ear. “You just had to make me fight for it,” he teased, nibbling at her bottom lip. 

"It was pretty cute to watch you fight for it..." Melody admitted. "You're so romantic, I just couldn't resist."

“I always knew I wanted you to be mine,” he whispered, fixing every curve of her face into his memory. “I just had to prove it to you first,” he teased, kissing her deeper. “And it was worth it,” he added, nuzzling the tip of his nose against hers.

"It was," she agreed before wrinkling her nose at him. "You always knew? Even when we were little?" she laughed, wrapping her arms around him.

“Well,” he hesitated, chuckling sheepishly. “At least since that very first kiss, when we were playing house,” he admitted. “It was then I decided I wanted to marry you for real.”

"Awww Joeeey! That's the cutest thing I've ever heard! I told my dad that night that I wanted to be with you... I said some other stuff too, but it's not important."

“What other stuff?” He asked, his brows raising curiously as he tickled her sides, mischief sparkling in his clear blue eyes.

"Well... I said it would either be you or David Tennant, that I wanted to wait and see who would win," she laughed and squealed, squirming in his grasp.

“You little tart!” he gasped, laughing along with her. “I can’t believe I almost lost to him!”

"Naaah he's handsome and really nice, but he's Aunt Blossom's best friend, it would be weird..." she said to wind Joey up as if that was the only decisive factor. 

“Oh, that’s the only reason?” he exclaimed, pouting up at her. 

"No, silly. You're the one I really like, you're the most handsome, cutest boy to ever exist and I love you. Not anyone else, just you."

His expression softened. “I love you too, Lo, and I always will,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers.

✧✦ First Kiss as Husband and Wife, 2008 ✦✧

The doors to the venue opened and the sun flooded the open hall. Melody stood there in her white princess dress, arm locked with her father's.  

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Billy whispered to his son as they stood at the altar.

“More beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen,” Joey breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from her, emotion catching in his throat and tearing in his eyes. 

"Just wait until you have your first baby," Billy chuckled, rubbing his son's shoulders. 

“You ready, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, leaning in to whisper in his daughter’s ear.

"Yes, Daddy," Melody nodded as they made their way down the aisle. "This is so much more perfect than I could've wished for."

Joey nearly lost it at the thought, quickly breathing in sharply and blinking the moisture from his eyes as his bride approached him. He felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. 

“You deserve it and more,” Eddie murmured, kissing her cheek as they stopped in front of the groom and he reluctantly let her step away from his side.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the love of Melody Charlotte Munson and Joseph William Hargrove, two lovers who have chosen each other since they could understand what love is. Now the bride and groom have chosen to read their own vows," the officiant said, gesturing to the two of them. 

Melody took a deep breath, turning to slip her hands in his, her eyes finding his and holding them. "Joey, I've heard that vows are not made to say how much you love someone because they likely already know. Vows are the promises you will keep during the marriage, and I have a few.

"I promise that I'll always leave you the last slice of pizza. I promise to take care of you when you're sick, to hold your hand when something scary is coming. I promise to never let you forget how much you matter to me and how handsome you are. I promise to be there on the bad days and good days, fighting or celebrating. Every moment from now on, it'll be us, just us," Melody said, smiling warming at him, her heart in her throat.

Joey’s lip trembled softly as he fought not to break down, his chest aching with affection and he squeezed her hands, looking into her eyes. “And I vow to always be there for you whether you need me or you wanna be the strong one. I promise to always make you feel beautiful and know that you’re loved, even if we’re fighting. You’ve always been my best friend and I want us to always be friends as well as lovers,” he said, taking a steadying breath as his voice nearly wavered.

The Officiant nodded, smiling as she turned back to Melody.

"Melody Charlotte Munson, do you take Joseph William Hargrove as your husband to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?"  

"I do," she said, sliding the wedding ring onto his finger.  

"Joseph William Hargrove, do you take Melody Charlotte Munson as your wife to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," he exclaimed, his face breaking into a beaming smile as he slipped her ring onto her finger. "Does this mean I can finally kiss her?" he asked, flashing the officiant an eager grin.

"I now declare you husband and wife. Go ahead, you may kiss the bride," she chuckled.

Melody let out a little scream and jumped into her husband's arms, kissing him as if it was the first time. Joey smiled against her lips, holding her tightly against him as he kissed her back. He barely registered the cheers and applause from the audience as they embraced.

"Finally..." she breathed. "Mr. Hargrove, I love you." 

“What a coincidence, I love you, Mrs. Hargrove,” he replied, pressing his forehead to hers as he stared into her eyes. “I’ve waited so long to be able to call you that,” he chuckled.

"Now we get to play house for real!" she whispered. "And maybe later we can play some other interesting games..."

Joey smirked. “Now that sounds like fun. I’d love to hear what you have in mind,” he drawled, stealing another kiss before turning to wave at their friends and family.

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❝I Don't Think You Notice (What You Did To Me )❞

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

PART ONE ⎨OCT - DEC '84⎬

It had only been three months since Win Lewis came to Hawkins–a wholesome rural town in the heartland of Indiana–only three months since her father uprooted her entire life for a new job, a new start.  It was bad enough that their ‘new start’ had to take place at the beginning of her senior year, but it was practically unforgivable that it had to take place in the middle of nowhere.

So far, nothing remotely interesting had happened and it was beginning to drive Win insane.  Little did she know, that was all about to change with the arrival of one Billy Hargrove.

the new arrival

'sheet-faced'

start your engines

hot blooded *

new ride *

i was made for lovin you *

thankful *

six different ways *

you give love a bad name

PART TWO | SEPARATE WAYS ⎨DEC '84 - JUN '85⎬

"We're done." Out of all the mistakes he'd made that night, those two words stung the most, and almost as soon as he'd stormed out, he wanted to take them back. Determined to win her back, Billy seeks Win's forgiveness, only for more mistakes to drive them further apart.

don't tell me you love me

heartbreaker *

PART THREE | STUBBORN LOVE ⎨JUL '85⎬

The last thing Win expected late that July night was Billy showing up on her doorstep, looking like he’d been dragged through hell, fear in his eyes and panic in his voice, desperate for her forgiveness and a second chance.  But when he suddenly changes his mind, warning her to keep away for her own safety, Win can’t help but do the opposite, teaming up with his step sister and her friends to search for answers and just possibly save the town and Billy in the process.

round and round

case of the missing lifeguard [ coming soon ]

EXTRAS

sick day

say anything

*denotes smut

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billy with a boombox outside win's window but the music coming from the speakers is decidedly not appropriate

Say Anything

⇾ w.c. 623 words ⇾ warning(s). none really ⇾ a/n: let's just pretend that say anything didn't come out in '89 for the sake of this timeline lol. Also, it's been a bit since I've written Win & Billy, so hopefully I'm not completely out of practice 😅

Sighing heavily, Win grimaced as she realized she’d just sighed again for the umpteenth time in the past ten minutes.

She’d been irritable all morning, snapping at Billy for something dumb he’d said – she couldn’t even remember exactly what it had been now – but she’d stormed off, coming home to fume about it.  On any other day, she probably would have scoffed at him and rolled her eyes, or tell him to fuck off half jokingly and then forget about it, but today she’d taken it personally, even when she knew he hadn’t meant it that way.

It was stupid.  And now she was in her room crying over it, wanting to call him, but too stubborn to, half hoping he’d call her.

The faint sound of music drifting through her window caught her attention and she wiped at her eyes before lifting her head from her pillow and rolling out of bed, grabbing the first thing she found to throw on, which happened to be one of Billy’s cutoffs she’d stolen, the Ratt logo on the front faded.

Pushing the window open, she found Billy standing outside by the curb next to his Camro, boombox hoisted over his head as it blared KISS.

“What the hell are you doing?” Win exclaimed, having to raise her voice to be heard over the music.

I really love you, baby, I love what you've got.  Let's get together, we can get hot.

“Apologizing,” Billy called, walking closer, a grin tugging at his lips.

“As far as apology’s go, I’m not really sure about this one,” Win teased, leaning against the window sill, trying to keep the amusement from her face.  As soon as she’d seen him standing there, she knew she’d already forgiven him.

No more tomorrow, baby, time is today.  Girl, I can make you feel okay.

“Aw c’mon, what’s so bad about it?” Billy asked, raising an eyebrow at her.  “I thought you were into this romantic shit?”

“Romantic shit?” Win repeated incredulously.  “I don’t know if I’d exactly call this romantic,” she huffed, her chest aching with affection.

“What’s not romantic about it?  Is it the choice of song?”

No place for hiding, baby.  No place to run.  You pull the trigger of my, love gun. 

Win snorted, clamping her mouth shut to keep from laughing.  “Yeah, that might have something to do with it.”

Billy frowned.  “I thought it expressed my feelings pretty well,” he explained, biting his lip to keep from smirking.

“Oh– oh, I see,” Win quipped, shaking her head.  “So you just wanna get in my pants, is that it?”

“Well, that’s part of it,” Billy shrugged.  “But I really am apologizin’ here.  I was an ass earlier.”

Win’s lips curled slightly.  “Yeah, I know.”

Billy directed her a long suffering look.  “I’m sorry!” he exclaimed.

You can't forget me, baby, don't try to lie.  You'll never leave me, mama, so don't even try.

“Do you forgive me yet?” Billy called over the music when Win didn’t respond, half afraid she was gunna tell him no, just get back at him, but when she broke into a grin, he knew he'd succeeded.

“Yes, okay!” Win exclaimed, leaning further out her window.  “Now will you shut that off and get over here before you wake my dad up?” she cried, her voice tinged with laughter.

Billy shut off the boombox and set it down, striding to her open window.  “You know, your room being on the first floor kinda ruins the effect somewhat,” he pointed out, stepping closer so Win could wrap her arms around his shoulders.

“Yeah, a bit,” she agreed, “but it makes it so much easier for you to sneak in,” she grinned, letting him kiss her.

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i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) [b.h]

nine. | you give love a bad name

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (ofc)

⇾ w.c. 4.9k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, angst angst angst, domestic abuse, homophobic language, violence, break ups ⇾ a/n. this chapter has an unhappy ending, but it's not the end of the story, dw.

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Picking up her tube of mascara, Win leaned in closer to her vanity mirror to put the finishing touches on her makeup when the bright green corded phone at her elbow rang, making her jump.

“Jesus!” she hissed, reaching for the phone.  “Y’ello?” she answered, resting the receiver between her cheek and shoulder so she could finish her makeup while talking.

“Hey, baby.”  

Billy’s voice on the other end of the line, however, brought a grin to her face.

“What’s happening?  You about to head over?” she asked, giddier than usual for their date – it had been a while since they’d gone anywhere other than Lover’s Lake.

“Uh–” Billy hesitated, blowing an exasperated sigh.  “Not yet,” he answered, annoyance thick in his voice.  “Neil and Susan haven’t gotten back from their dumb shopping trip yet and I have to stay here with Max til they do,” he grumbled.

“Oh…” Win breathed, her grin slipping for a moment til an idea hit her.  “That’s okay, I’ll just get a ride there and we can hang out til they get back,” she suggested.

There was a beat of silence before Billy replied.  “You sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Win assured him, twisting her mascara shut and grabbing the phone as she straightened.  “I’ll just call Holly for a lift.  I’ll see you soon, kay?”

“Alright, see ya soon, Princess,” Billy replied before hanging up, sounding a little less peeved than he had.

As soon as she heard the dial tone, Win punched in Holly’s number, hoping her friend wouldn’t be too busy to give her a ride.  She half thought about searching for the key to the garage and borrowing the Chevelle, but Holly picked up before she could give it any serious thought.

“Hampton residence, Holly speaking.”

“Hey Hols, it’s Win, think you could do me a solid and give me a ride to Billy’s?” she asked, curling the phone cord around her finger idly.

“Yeah sure.  There something wrong with his car?”

“Nah, he’s stuck at home with his stepsister til his folks get back from Terre Haute,” Win explained.  “I figured I’d go keep him company til they get back and we can leave for our date from there.”

“Yeah, course!  I’ll be there in ten.”

It wasn’t long before Holly arrived in her dad’s car, her little brothers in the back seat.  

“You brought the whole family along,” Win laughed, turning in her seat to wave to Josh and Sammy.

“Yeah, they wanted to go to Dairy Queen after I drop you off,” Holly sighed, making a face at them in the rear view mirror before grinning.

“Where’s Steve?  I’m surprised you’re not with him tonight,” Win pointed out and Holly’s grin slipped.

“I dunno, actually.  I haven’t been able to get a hold of him all day,” she admitted, chewing her lip nervously.

“Oh," Win breathed, frowning.  "Well, I’m sure he’s just busy with something and he’ll call you as soon as he can,” she assured her friend, hoping it was true and that he wasn’t trying to win back Nancy Wheeler or something dumb like that.

When they pulled up in front of the Hargrove residence, Win noticed Neil’s car in the drive and relief washed through her.  At least now Billy would be free to leave.

“Thanks again for the ride, Hol,” Win said as she climbed out, waving once more to her brothers before she turned toward the house and made her way up the walk.

When she knocked on the front door, it was Susan who answered, her eyes going wide at the sight of Win.

“Hey Susan, I’m supposed to meet Billy,” she said, her smile slipping as Billy’s step mom didn’t move aside to let her in, instead glancing nervously back into the house and flinching.

“I’m sorry, dear, i-it’s not exactly a good time… Why don’t you come back later?  O-or I could let Billy know you stopped by and he could call you?” she suggested, her voice trembling slightly.

Win stared past her into the house, only half hearing her as Billy and Neil’s voices echoed from within.

“Where is she?  Where’s Max?” Neil’s voice demanded.

“I don’t know.”  

“You don’t know?” Neil scoffed incredulously.

“Look, I’m sure she just, I dunno, went to the arcade or something.  I’m sure she’s fine.”  Billy huffed.

“You were supposed to watch her.” 

“I know, Dad.  I was.  It’s just that you guys were three hours late, and well, I have a date.  I’m sorry, okay?”

“So that’s why you’ve been staring at yourself in the mirror like some faggot, instead of watching your sister?” 

Win tensed at the turn the conversation had taken, chewing her lip as she strained her ears to listen, Susan still blocking her way, her own head tilted as if she were listening as well.

“I’ve been looking after her all week, Dad.  Okay?  Look, she wants to run off, then that’s her problem, all right?  She’s thirteen years old!  She shouldn’t need a full time babysitter,” Billy exclaimed, his music shutting off.  “And she’s not my sister!” he spat.

The sound of something heavy slamming against the wall was followed by Neil’s level voice.  “What did we talk about?” There was a beat and then the loud crack of a slap, and Win felt her body move without thinking, pushing past Susan to run to Billy’s room, her heart in her throat.

When she reached his open door, she saw Billy pinned to the wall, his father’s hand gripping his chin, holding him in place more so with his sharp gaze than his grip, and she froze.  Billy’s cheek stung bright red and his eyes swam with unshed tears.

“What. Did. We. Talk. About?” Neil repeated slowly.

Billy swallowed, his eyes not leaving his father’s.  For a moment Win thought he wasn’t going to respond.

“Respect and responsibility,” he answered levelly, his voice low, almost hoarse.

Win felt Susan join her, hovering next to her anxiously, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Billy.

“That’s right,” Neil said.  “Now, apologize to Susan.”

“I’m sorry, Susan,” Billy ground out, staring straight ahead, a quiet defiance in his stare as if he were balancing on a razor’s edge.

“It’s okay, Neil, really–” Susan spluttered, her voice barely there, trembling pathetically.

“No, it’s not okay,” Neil snapped.  “Nothing about his behaviour is okay, and now he’s gunna make up for it.  He’s gunna call that whore he’s seeing and cancel their date.  Then he’s gunna go find his sister, like the good, kind, respecting brother that he is.  Isn’t that right, Billy?” Neil asked, expecting to be obeyed.

“A-actually, Neil, she’s a-already here…” Susan stuttered, but he ignored her, not even bothering to look back at his wife.  Billy however, finally shifted his red rimmed gaze, his glossy eyes meeting Win’s across the room.  As soon as he realized she was there, his jaw tensed, embarrassment radiating off him.

“ISN’T THAT RIGHT?” Neil yelled when Billy didn’t respond and his eyes snapped back to his father while Susan flinched.

“HEY!” Win cried, unable to hold back any longer.  Without thinking, she surged forward to grab Neil’s shoulder, hauling him back.  “Leave him alone!” 

Neil spun to face her, his expression livid, but Win didn’t back down, righteous fury running through her veins.

“Get. Out.” Neil ground out, his eyes flashing dangerously.  “This is none of your business!”

“You made it my business when you laid hands on my boyfriend,” she snapped, but Neil merely scoffed.

“My son, the pussy.  You need a girl to fight your battles for you?” he taunted, his voice dripping contempt.

At his words, Billy flinched, his mouth tightening as his eyes squeezed shut for a moment, as if he were fighting to keep it together.

“The only pussy I see here, is you,” Win replied coldly, and Neil’s head swiveled to her, silent rage painting his face.  

“A real man would never hit his wife or kids,” Win spat.  “Does it make you feel big when you scare them into submission?” she demanded, though she didn’t expect an answer, nor did she wait for one.

“Fear isn’t the same as respect, and no one here respects you, you fucking pig.”

For a moment, she thought she’d gone too far, her nerves close to snapping as she waited for all hell to break loose, but Neil merely stared her down, his hands balling into fists as his jaw clenched tighter, his muscles flexing.  Despite the fear that kept her heart in her throat, Win lifted her chin defiantly as she stepped between him and Billy.

“What’re you gunna do, Mr. Hargrove?  You gunna hit me too?” 

He held her glare for another minute before turning away, Susan scurrying back from the door to let him through.

“I said.  Get out,” he repeated, pausing in the doorway, his eyes fixing on Billy.  “And you.  Find your sister.”

Without another word, he strode away, not even waiting to see if he’d be obeyed or not and Susan quickly followed after him, her hands gripping her skirt hard enough to turn her knuckles white.

As soon as his dad left the room, Billy seemed to deflate.  The angry tears he’d been fighting back in his father’s presence finally spilled over, rolling down his cheeks as he shut his eyes, taking a shuddering breath before lashing out in frustration, slamming his hand against the wall.

“Billy… are you alright?” Win asked, taking a hesitant step toward him.

When he finally looked at her, his expression hardened, shame twisting his features at the reminder of her presence—the reminder of what she’d witnessed.  Hastily wiping his eyes, he sniffed, grabbing his car keys before his fingers circled her wrist, dragging her behind him toward the front door.

Once they stepped into the empty street he released her, turning on her, his pent up frustration finally finding its release, even if it was the wrong one.

“Why don’t you mind your own damn business!” Billy bellowed, throwing his arms up.  “I didn’t need your fuckin’ help!” he spat, his voice shaking with rage.

“Your dad’s a fuckin’ bully and someone had to stand up to him!” Win yelled back, her heart still hammering in her chest while her veins buzzed with adrenaline, her own anger rushing back to the forefront.

“You sayin’ I ain’t man enough to stand up to him?” Billy hissed, his voice dangerously low.

“That’s not what I’m saying.”  Win shook her head, standing her ground.  She managed to keep her voice level in the face of his misplaced rage.  “You don’t deserve to be treated that way.  It’s not right!”

Instead of soothing him, however, Win’s words only seemed to fan his anger hotter.  “I don’t need your fucking pity!” he screamed, his voice hoarse with emotion, but Win didn’t flinch.  Instead, she took a step closer, her gaze fixed on Billy’s flushed face, his eyes red rimmed and swimming, fighting to hold back more tears of frustration.

“This isn’t pity,” she said, her voice trembling softly.  “Like it or not, asshole, I actually give a shit about you, so you better get used to it.”

Her words seemed to knock the wind out of him, his next retort dying on his tongue as he tried to process how that made him feel.  Win took advantage of his stunned state to step closer, wrapping her arms around him.

“You’re not weak.  I’ve never thought you were,” she whispered, pressing her face to his chest.

In that moment, the rest of his fight dissolved and Billy hesitantly pulled her closer, tucking her head under his chin.

Not trusting his voice, or maybe not finding the right words to say, he merely held her, letting the silence stretch.

“Come on, let’s go find Max,” he said, finally pulling away, rubbing the dampness from his cheeks as he slipped behind the Camaro’s wheel.

———

The first place Billy stopped in their search for Max was the arcade, but her telltale red hair was nowhere to be seen, and Keith confirmed that he hadn’t seen her there since earlier that day.  The next place Billy decided to check was Lucas Sinclair’s house, having seen him hanging around Max, despite his warnings for her to stay away.  His folks hadn’t seen her either, but pointed them in the direction of Mike Wheeler’s house, saying the kids usually ended up there to hang out.

Once more climbing back into the car to continue what was starting to feel like a wild goose chase, Win could sense Billy’s growing tension.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her.”

Billy let out a heavy breath as he ran his hands over the steering wheel.  “She’s the one who ought to be worried when I find her,” he huffed, pulling back onto the dark road, heading for Maple Street.  “That brat ruined our night and got me in hot water.  She fucking owes me,” he growled.

Win didn’t know how to respond, so she held her tongue.  If she was being honest, she was a little resentful that Max had snuck out, causing problems for Billy, though she knew not all of it was the younger girl’s fault…

By the time they parked in front of the Wheeler’s, the sun had completely set, blanketing Hawkins in darkness, a thick cover of clouds rolling in to blot out the stars overhead.  

Win circled the car, falling into step with Billy as they made their way up the walk, his hand lightly touching the small of her back as he rang the doorbell.  Several seconds ticked by and no one answered the door.  The light from the tv inside was visible through the lacy curtains, so it was obvious someone was home.

Billy’s frown deepened and he impatiently rang the bell again, shoving his hand back in his jacket pocket against the cold while they waited.  When the door finally yanked open, Mrs. Wheeler stood there in a robe, her hair messily pinned up and an annoyed look on her face.  When her eyes fell on Billy however, her expression quickly changed, a hesitant smile curving her lips and Win’s brows furrowed when she noticed Billy’s gaze fall to the exposed swath of the older woman’s chest for a moment.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Mrs. Wheeler asked, looking between the two of them, finally pulling her gaze from Billy.

“Billy, Billy Hargrove,” he answered, his voice lowering to a drawl as a grin stretched across his face, his usual self confident mask slipping into place.  “This is my girlfriend, Win,” he added, nodding toward her at his side.

“Oh, are you guys here to see Nancy?” Mrs. Wheeler asked, tilting her head.  “I don’t think she’s home–”

“No, no no no,” Billy cut in quickly, shaking his head.  “We’re actually looking for my little sister, Max.  Goes by Maxine.  She’s been missing all day,” he explained, his expression dripping faux concern.  “To be honest with you, I’m uh, I’m worried sick,” he continued and Win had to fight not to roll her eyes.  “I thought she was at Lucas’, but Mrs. Sinclair said your house is the uh, the designated hangout, so you know… here we are,” he said, spreading his arms.

“Oh.  Oh, I see,” Mrs. Wheeler murmured, glancing to Win and quickly away again before pulling her robe further closed against the chill.  “I’m afraid she’s not here.  None of the kids are at the moment,” she explained apologetically.

Billy’s expression tightened for a second, though Mrs. Wheeler didn’t seem to notice.  “Do you know where they might be?” he asked, fighting to keep his voice smooth and not let his facade crack.

“Uhm, if they’re not at the Sinclair’s, then I would try the Byers’,” Mrs. Wheeler suggested, stepping aside.  “Come inside, I’ll write down the address for you,” she offered.

Billy nodded, nudging Win ahead of him before stepping into the house, a cloying warmth engulfing them.  In the kitchen Mrs. Wheeler picked up a pen and grabbed a sticky note, leaning over the counter to scrawl the address while Billy pulled the lid off the nearby cookie jar, fishing a small vanilla sandwich cookie out and bringing it to his lips while he waited.

“The drive is kind of hard to see in the dark, so you really have to look if you don’t want to accidentally pass it,” she murmured, dropping the pen and lifting her head, her eyes once more seeming to caress Billy’s form and Win nearly snatched the note from her hand.

“Thanks, we’ll keep a look out,” she said tersely.

“You’re a real lifesaver, you know that?” Billy drawled, taking another bite of the cookie with a smirk.

Mrs. Wheeler had the audacity to blush, patting her hair nervously as she glanced away.  “When you see Mike, will you tell him to come home, please?” she asked and Win grabbed Billy’s arm, reminding him of her presence. “We will,” she grumbled, practically pulling Billy to the door with her.

As soon as they were back in the car, his grin fell away and Win rounded on him.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?” Billy asked, starting the car, his hand sliding over the wheel as he pulled back onto the road.

“You were awfully friendly back there,” Win huffed, hating how jealous she sounded.

“Oh please, I was just buttering her up to get the information we needed,” Billy grunted, carefully not looking at her.

“Yeah sure, like I believe that for a second,” she muttered.  “I saw the way you looked at her, Billy.”

“What are you trying to say, Win?  Huh?”  Billy finally looked at her.  “You think I wanna fuck that cougar?” he spat, waiting for her to respond.  “One, I’m with you, so no.  And two, I’ve got bigger shit on my mind right now,” he snapped, leaving Win internally kicking herself.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” she mumbled, watching the house numbers for the one they wanted.  

Silence fell, stretching for a long moment until she noticed the overgrown drive up ahead.  “It’s there,” she said, pointing, and Billy grunted, pulling off the road to stop in front of a dark run down looking house half hidden by trees.  Several dark shapes appeared in the front window before ducking back down again quickly.

“I think we found them,” Win said wryly, unbuckling her seatbelt.

“You stay here,” Billy muttered, kicking his door open, a dangerous glint to his eyes.  As he straightened, he pulled his Marlboros from his jacket pocket and pulled a cigarette from the pack with his lips, lighting it as he watched Steve Harrington step down from the porch, a dish towel draped over his shoulder as if he’d been inside doing chores.

“Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?” Billy called, leaning against the Camaro.

“Yeah, it’s me, don’t cream your pants,” Steve sighed, as if Billy was the last person he wanted to see at the moment.

Billy held his gaze as he shrugged his leather jacket off, as if preparing for a fight.  “What are you doing here, amigo?” he asked, coating the word in as much scorn as he could.

“I could ask you the same thing.  Amigo,” Steve replied levelly, planting his hands on his hips.

“Looking for my step sister, a little birdie told me she was here,” Billy replied, his cigarette bobbing as he spoke.

“Huh, that’s weird, I don’t know her.”  

“Small, red head, a bit of a bitch?”

“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry buddy.”  Steve shrugged.

Billy let out a derisive snort, shaking his head.  “You know, Harrington, this whole situation… it’s giving me the heebie jeebies.”

“Yeah, why’s that?” 

“Hmm, let’s see, my thirteen year old sister goes missing all day, and then I find her with you in a stranger’s house, and you lie to me about it,” Billy exclaimed, ticking off each point on his fingers.

“Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what?” Steve scoffed, trying to brush the accusation off and redirect the conversation.  “Like, I said, she’s not here,” he insisted.

“Then who is that?” Billy asked, pointing to the window with his cigarette, where Max’s face flashed for a moment before disappearing  just as quickly.

Steve turned to follow Billy’s gesture and winced.  “Oh shit, listen–” he began, but Billy didn’t give him a chance to explain before rushing forward to knock him off his feet, sending him sprawling on his back.

“Shit,” Win breathed, kicking the door open and rounding the car as Billy leaned over Steve, a sneer on his face. 

“Thought I told you to plant your feet.”

“Billy–!” Win called, but he was already on his way inside, throwing the door open, murder in his eyes.

“Steve, are you okay?” Win asked breathlessly, helping him to his feet.

“Yeah, c’mon, before your boyfriend does something stupid,” Steve exclaimed, scrambling up; the two of them running into the house.  

Win barely noticed the mess of papers haphazardly plastering the walls and floors, covering nearly every surface and branching out down the hall like some dark system of roots.  Her stomach in her throat, she only had eyes for Billy who had Lucas pinned to the wall, his fists balled in the boy’s jacket as he leaned in to sneer in his face–the scene a near replica of what she’d witnessed earlier, the tables turned.

“Since Maxine won’t listen to me, maybe you will.  Stay away from her,” Billy growled, his voice dangerously low.  When Lucas didn’t respond, he screamed in his face; all the anger, all the frustration he’d swallowed down earlier was loosed now on a new target.  “Stay away from her!  DO YOU HEAR ME?”

“I said, GET OFF OF ME!” Lucas yelled back, his knee coming up between Billy’s legs hard enough to make him double over, loosening his grip on the boy’s jacket.

“You’re so dead, Sinclair!” Billy hissed, and Win gasped as Steve lunged past her, his fist connecting with Billy’s jaw while he was still distracted.

“No, you are!”

“Guys, stop it!” she cried, but Billy didn’t even seem to see her, his eyes wild as he turned back to Steve, a deranged laugh leaving his mouth.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh?” he exclaimed, throwing his arms wide.  “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me about so much.”

Steve’s jaw flexed as his eyes darted from Billy to Win.  “Get out,” he said firmly, pushing Billy back by the tips of his fingers, clearly trying to deescalate the situation.  But Billy wasn’t having it.

Without warning Billy swung, his fist catching air as Steve ducked, hitting him back.

“Billy, stop!  Please!” Win cried from the edge of the kitchen with Max and the others, her heart still in her throat, fear holding her captive.

Pinned back against the sink, Billy reached out, grabbing a plate from the counter to smash over Steve’s head, leaving him dazed as he stumbled back.

“No one tells me what to do!” Billy growled, back on the offensive.

Before Win knew what was happening, Steve was on the ground and Billy was on top of him, aiming blow after blow to Steve’s face until Steve went limp, knocked out cold, and yet Billy didn’t stop, all his anger rushing out of him in a deluge with no signs of abating.

“BILLY!” Win screamed, finally finding her legs and rushing forward, trying to pull him away.  “Stop!  You’re gunna kill him!” she sobbed, but Billy didn’t want to listen, his elbow flying back in an attempt to shrug her off.

Pain bloomed behind Win’s eye and she stumbled back, holding her face, her trembling fingers coming away bloodied where her lip split.

In a flurry of movement, Max pushed past her, grabbing a syringe from the table.  “Wait!” Win gasped, grabbing the girl’s wrist as she pulled back to jab it in her brother’s neck.

Max’s head whipped around to gape at Win, the two staring each other down for a second before Max dropped the syringe, wrenching her arm out of Win’s grasp.  Instead, she grabbed a bat resting against the wall, several long nails jutting out from the end.

“BILLY!” she yelled before the bat whistled past his ear.

Surprised, he wrenched away from the bat, falling backwards as she swung again, his eyes going wide as she stood over him, holding the bat over her head.

“From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone!” she growled, her blue eyes flashing.  “Do you understand?”

Billy stared back at her defiantly.  “Screw you,” he ground out.

Without warning, Max brought the bat down between his legs, just missing his crotch, the nails biting into the wood floor beneath him.  “Say you understand it!  SAY IT!” she bellowed, bringing the bat up again threateningly.

Billy swallowed.  “...I understand,” muttered reluctantly, indignant resignation in his voice.

“Good,” Max breathed, her friends staring at her in shock.  “I’m taking these,” she said, crouching to grab the car keys from Billy’s pocket.  Surprisingly, he didn’t argue.  It wasn’t until the others carried Steve out to the Camaro and Max jumped behind the wheel that Billy pushed himself up, letting out a frustrated roar, and Win winced as he swiped his hand out, knocking the contents of the table to the floor.

It wasn’t til he took a deep breath that he turned around, almost having forgotten Win was there.  

“Are you alright?” she asked, hanging back, for the first time, she was wary of him, her face beginning to throb where he’d elbowed her.

“Am I alright?” Billy repeated incredulously, slowly stepping closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight.  “Let’s see, shall we?  My step sister just stole my car and left us here to go God-knows-where in the middle of the fucking night with a bunch of boys,” he exclaimed, his voice raising with each word.  “And guess who’s gunna take the fucking blame for it?  No guesses?” he asked, a dangerous tone to his voice.  “That’s right, me.”

Win felt ice drop into her stomach at the thought of what Neil would do to Billy if he showed up without Max in tow.

“We could call the cops,” she suggested, interrupted by Billy’s harsh laughter.

“Yeah, sure, the cops!” he snorted.  “I’m sure they’ll be a great help,” he taunted derisively, pacing around the room like a tiger in a cage.

“Billy–” Win murmured, but he turned back to her sharply, interrupting her.

“Nobody fucking asked you!”

“Billy, I’m only trying to help,” she muttered, wrapping an arm around herself with a frown.

“Yeah well, I didn’t ask for your FUCKING help!” he spat.  

For a long moment Win merely stared at him.  As much as she felt for him–her heart aching at the thought of the situation he was in at home–Steve’s bloodied face as Billy kept hitting him, the fear on Lucas’ face as Billy had him pinned against the wall, and even the predatory way he’d smiled at Mrs. Wheeler earlier kept replaying through her mind, twisting her stomach further.  And now this.  The way he’d turned on her when she was probably literally the only person in Hawkins who cared enough about him to try to help made something inside her snap.

“Alright, fine.  I’m done,” she whispered.

“What do you mean you’re done?” Billy asked, a frown pulling at his features.

“I mean I’m done, Billy.  I can’t do this anymore,” she said, shaking her head, her voice trembling.  “You just attacked a fucking kid!  You beat Steve to a pulp, and I know you didn’t mean to, but this—“ she paused, gesturing to her split lip and the purple bruise beginning to bloom across her cheekbone.  “You did this.”

Billy’s mouth fell open as he finally took in the state of her face, panic crossing his visage when he realized what he’d done, but Win didn’t let him speak, her own frustration spilling out like word vomit.

“I get it!  I get why you’re angry all the time.  Your dad is a fucking piece of work and you don’t deserve to be treated the way he treats you, but if this is how you channel it?  Lashing the fuck out like that?  I can’t do it!” she exclaimed.

Billy’s face darkened.  “So what, all that shit you said about how much you care so much about me, that was a fucking lie?” he demanded, his voice faltering.  “You gunna give up on me?  Walk out like my fucking mother?” he spat, gasping a shuddering breath and Win turned away so he wouldn’t see the way her eyes watered dangerously, her tears threatening to spill over.

“No, I fucking meant it.  Fuck, I care so much it hurts!” she cried, squeezing her eyes shut.  “But if you keep down this path, Billy, you know who you’re gunna end up like—?”

Billy’s silence was deafening, his blue eyes boring into her.  “Don’t you fucking say it.  Don’t you dare fucking say it,” he hissed, but Win set her jaw and spat it out.

“You’re gunna end up just like your father.”

She wasn’t ready for the look that crossed Billy’s face, the hurt in his eyes broke her heart in two before his rage returned, gripping her heart like a vice.

“FUCK YOU,” he roared, his finger jabbing at her like a viper.  “FUCK YOU, WIN.”

“Yeah,” she swallowed, a tear streaking down her cheek.  “Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice hard, fighting to keep it together though her lungs burned with the effort.

Billy gave her one last scathing look.  “We’re done,” he hissed, turning on his heel and stalking to the door.

“Yeah, we are…” she murmured, but he was already gone, her broken sobs following him into the night.

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i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) [b.h]

seven. | thankful

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (ofc)

⇾ w.c. 4.4k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, neil's a grade A asshole, allusions to abuse, though none is explicitly shown in this chapter, smut, angry sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, billy is bad with emotions ⇾ a/n. i know i'm completely warping the timeline of season two, but i wanted more time for win and billy to get to know each other before the events in The Gate happen

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“So, Win, got any plans for Thanksgiving?” Max asked as she slipped into the backseat of the Camaro, skateboard in hand.  

“Oh shit, that’s tomorrow isn’t it?” Win murmured, her lips twisting slightly.  “Uh, no, not really,” she admitted.  “My dad has to work, so I’ll probably get some Chinese takeout or something and veg in front of the tv,” she said with a shrug, trying to keep the disappointment from her voice.  She felt Billy’s eyes on her as he drove down the deserted country road, but he didn’t say anything.

“You’re kidding,” Max huffed.  “That’s so lame.”

Win shrugged, glancing out the window.  “It’s fine,” she said, brushing off Max’s concern.  The last thing she wanted was anyone’s pity.  She’d been left on her own for most of her life since her mom’s death.  She was used to it.

“Billy, you should invite Win to our Thanksgiving dinner,” Max suggested, speaking up after a moment, and Win could see the silent battle of wills taking place through the rear view mirror–Billy glaring back at Max, who didn’t back down, glaring right back at him.

“You don’t seriously want your girlfriend to spend the holiday on her own, do you?” Max insisted and Billy scowled, pulling up to the curb of the arcade.

“I’ll be back in an hour.  You better be here,” he said instead, his voice gruff.

“Yeah, yeah, or I’ll have to skate home,” Max muttered, rolling her eyes before shooting Win a sympathetic glance, flipping Billy the bird as he pulled away, peeling out of the parking lot.

Finally alone in the car, neither of them spoke, both seeming unable to break the silence.

“You really don't want me to come to dinner?” Win finally murmured, her eyes flitting to Billy, hating how insecure she felt.

“I just don’t think it would be a good idea,” he muttered, keeping his eyes on the road, his hands tightening on the steering wheel.  His brusque answer felt like a slap in the face.

“Are you embarrassed of me?” she asked, bile rising in her throat, her thoughts beginning to spiral–she knew he was a playboy, why did she think he’d actually be serious about her?

“What?  No!” Billy exclaimed, stomping on the brakes and pulling to the side of the road so he could look at her, a conflicted expression crossing his face.  He paused, taking a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself before he spoke, not wanting to snap at her.

“Look, it’s not that I don’t want you there,” Billy exclaimed, his gaze slipping, not quite meeting Win’s eyes.  “It’s just that, if you haven’t figured it out yet, my dad’s a grade-A fuckin’ asshole and I don’t want you to have to deal with that,” he explained, tensing, as if waiting for Win to tell him off, and shame filled her.

“Shit,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as she silently berated herself for jumping to conclusions.  “I’m sorry, Billy,” she murmured, heaving a breath as her eyes found his. “I don’t care how big of a dick he is, I wanna spend the holiday with you,” she assured him softly.  “I can handle myself.”

Billy let out a doubtful huff, but he didn’t argue, placing his hand atop hers as a hopeful look flickered in his eyes, gone the next moment.

Throwing the car back in drive, he pulled back out onto the road.  “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he muttered.

The next morning, Win paced as she waited for Billy to arrive to pick her up.  Her father had already left by the time she woke, leaving a note for her on the counter, promising to be home as soon as he was able, though Win wasn’t about to hold her breath for that.

When she heard the snarl of the Camaro’s engine in the drive, she pushed open the front door and slipped into the leather seat.  Billy raised an eyebrow at the sight of her and her knee length black collared dress, her short platinum hair pulled up halfway.

“What?” she asked, noticing his expression.

“Nothing,” he replied quickly.  “You look nice, is all,” he added, backing out onto the road, his hand enveloping her bare knee.  

“You clean up pretty nice yourself,” Win observed, warmed by his touch.  “You even managed to button your shirt up most of the way,” she teased and Billy stuck his tongue out at her, his hand on her leg tightening, giving her a warning squeeze.

However, the closer they got to Cherry Street, the grimmer Billy’s expression grew, his apprehension bleeding into Win.  By the time he parked in front of the house, all trace of his grin had disappeared and he reluctantly got out of the car.

“Hey, it’s gunna be alright, I promise,” Win insisted as they walked up the sidewalk together, stopping at the front stoop.

“Yeah,” Billy agreed, though he seemed distracted.

Win smiled encouragingly, taking his hand in hers as she raised up on her toes to press her lips to his cheek.  Billy’s expression softened and he turned his face to steal a kiss, grinning down at her before pushing the door open.

Inside, the warm smell of roasting turkey and pumpkin pie met them and Win took a deep breath, inhaling the nostalgic scent.  Billy’s dad sat on the couch, watching the football game, a can of beer in hand, and Win gave him a cursory glance.

Neil Hargrove was the definition of straight laced, his appearance neat and tailored, everything in place.  Billy had told her that he worked as a security guard, and with his mustache, Win would have probably guessed it–that or a cop.  There was nothing soft about the man, and when he turned his stern gaze on her, she felt like she was being sized up.

Before Billy could pull Win to his room, Neil spoke up, stopping his son in his tracks.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?  Don’t be rude, come back here and introduce your girlfriend,” he snapped and Win could instantly see the shift in Billy’s demeanor–the way his shoulders hunched slightly and his jaw flexed, setting in resignation as he stared ahead flatly.

“I want to meet this girl you’ve been staying out all night with.”

At his words, a sinking feeling opened in the pit of Win’s stomach, making her wonder just how much that night together had cost Billy.

“Win, this is… my dad, Neil.  Dad, this is Win.  Win Lewis,” Billy said haltingly, as if the words were being pulled from him, reluctant even to call the man his father.

“Nice to meet you,” Win said, flashing him a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“You’re not what I expected,” Neil mused, returning her smile, though his too held no warmth.

Win wanted to ask what exactly he expected, but she held her tongue, determined to be civil, at least for Billy’s sake.

“So, Susan tells me your father’s working today?” Neil continued, glancing between her and the television when one of the teams scored.

“Yeah, he works at Hawkins Lab.  They’re really busy right now, I guess,” Win murmured and Neil nodded.  

“Sounds like he’s working hard, like any good American should,” he exclaimed and Win had to fight the urge to roll her eyes.

“Yeah well, he should at least get to spend the day with his kid,” Billy grumbled, slipping his arm around Win’s waist protectively.

Neil’s eyes flashed.  “Sometimes when you’re an adult you have to make sacrifices, but I wouldn’t expect you to understand that,” he said pointedly, his voice dangerously low and Win felt Billy tense next to her.

Thankfully, it was then that Susan appeared, stepping out of the kitchen to greet Win.

“I thought I heard voices out here,” she said, carefully keeping her eyes away from her husband as she crossed the room to wrap Win in an awkward hug.  “I’m so sorry your father had to work today, but you are always welcome here,” she insisted, pulling back to smile warmly at Win.

“Thank you,” Win murmured, ducking her head.  “It smells really good,” she added, which made Susan’s smile grow.

“It’s not quite finished yet, another half hour or so,” she said quickly and Win followed her further inside, grateful to get away from Neil.

“Do you need any help?” Win asked, ignoring Billy’s sharp sidelong look.

Mrs. Hargrove, however, practically gaped at Win, completely taken aback by her offer before finding the words to respond.  “You’re so sweet for asking, but it’s fine, really.  Besides, you’re our guest, you shouldn’t be put to work,” she exclaimed, letting out a nervous laugh.

“I don’t mind,” Win insisted with a shrug.  “I feel kinda bad I didn’t bring anything.”

Billy snorted, amused at the thought.  “That’s probably a good thing,” he teased under his breath, hastily avoiding Win’s elbow as she tried to jab him in the side, her lips twitching into a grin despite herself.

“It’s fine,” Susan assured her.  “Though, I suppose if you really want to help, there’ll be plenty of dishes to wash after dinner.”

Win nodded before Billy pulled her away, growing too impatient.

“Hey Max,” Win greeted, sticking her head around the younger girl’s open bedroom door as they passed.

“Hey Win,” Max called back, looking up from the comic book spread open on her bed.

Win didn’t have time to say more before Billy was yanking her to his room and she let herself be led.  This time when he pushed open his door she noticed a small latch fastened to the top corner of the outside of his door and the implication behind its presence was clear. Win wondered how many times Neil had locked Billy inside his room and her stomach knotted at the thought.

Once they were inside, Billy quickly shut the door and strode to his bed, plopping down unceremoniously.

“You okay?” Win asked, joining him on the edge of the bed.

Billy let out a long breath.  “Yeah, m’fine,” he finally muttered, his voice gruff, like talking about it at all made him uncomfortable.  “Sorry for my dad’s behavior, he’s such an asshole,” he growled, shaking his head, and Win gently placed her hand on his arm.

“It’s fine, I was expecting it,” she murmured, the question she wanted to ask waiting on the tip of her tongue as she deliberated it.  Wetting her lips, she decided to just ask, her lungs burning the longer she held it in.  

“What happened after that night that you stayed over?  How much trouble did you get in?”

The question hung in the air for a long moment and at first Win thought Billy was just going to ignore it.

“Nothing.  Nothing happened,” he finally replied, eyes staring straight ahead, his voice clipped and hard, as if it took all his effort to keep it under control.

“Billy…”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he snapped and Win pulled back, dropping the subject, her heart in her throat.

After a moment Billy glanced over, his expression conflicted, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, his father’s voice echoed down the hall.

“Billy, Maxine!  Come set the table!”

Billy’s jaw flexed in annoyance, but he pushed up off the bed.  “C’mon, it’s almost time to eat,” he said, holding out his hand to help Win up, the gesture as much of an olive branch as he could give at the moment, and Win took it, letting him pull her to her feet.

They met Max in the hallway and filed into the cramped kitchen to grab the plates and silverware while Susan dished all the food into serving trays and bowls for the table.  Once the table was set and the food all brought out, Neil made his way in to cut the turkey, taking his place at the head of the table.  In the other room the television babbled to itself, the game still playing in the background.

“Everything looks amazing, Mrs. Hargrove,” Win said as the side dishes passed around the table and everyone took what they wanted.

“Thank you, Win, that’s very sweet of you to say,” Susan replied, practically beaming, and Max piped up as well, echoing Win.

“Yeah, Mom, really good.”

Neil didn’t glance up from the turkey, but his words were clearly meant for Max.  “You could’ve helped your mother more.  Sooner or later, you’re going to have to know how to do this.”

Max’s face tightened, but she merely looked down at her plate, biting back the comeback she wanted to hurl.

Once the turkey was sliced, it too circled the table and Win speared a piece with her fork, getting it halfway to her mouth when Neil cleared his throat.

“Shall we say Grace?” he murmured and Win quickly dropped her fork, awkwardly folding her hands like the others with the exception of Billy who rolled his eyes when his dad wasn’t looking.  

Not really paying attention while Mr. Hargrove prayed, Win shared a secret look with Billy, thinking it was awfully ironic that Neil was leading them in prayer, projecting this wholesome family man image when really he was the biggest bully of all.

When he finished, Win quickly shut her eyes, opening them with the others, as if they’d been closed the entire time.  Neil didn’t say anything, but it seemed his first bite was the actual official cue for everyone to start eating.

Win’s mouth was full when he suddenly directed a question her way.  

“So, Win,” he began, placing a strange emphasis on her name.  “That’s an unusual name,” he mused, seeming to veer off from his original question.  “Is that short for something?”

Win nearly choked as she swallowed to answer, clearing her throat awkwardly as she stalled, wiping her mouth with her napkin.

“Uh, yeah, it’s short for Winrey.  My mum was British,” she explained.

“British.  Huh,” Neil grunted, taking a drink from his glass.  “Play any sports?  Cheerleading?” he asked, his gaze flicking to hers for a moment before focusing back on his plate.

“No, I’ve never really been all that athletic, except that time I tried gymnastics.  I’m more into music and cars,” she said, shooting a small grin at Billy who snorted softly and shook his head.

“Music and cars,” Neil repeated dryly and Billy’s grin vanished as quick as it had appeared.  “Sounds like you have a lot in common,” he said, his tone flat, as if he didn’t really think that was a good thing.  “Sounds like you found yourself a keeper, wonder how long it’ll last before you fuck it up,” he said, glancing at Billy as if just waiting for him to snap back.

Everyone at the table fell silent, their eyes dropping to their own plates, except for Win.  She stared incredulously back at Neil, taken aback by the bluntness of his comment.  Next to her, Billy’s jaw flexed and his grip on his fork tightened as he seethed in silence.

Win however, wasn’t as adept at biting her tongue, muttering the most smart-assed comment that sprang to her lips.  “Well if you can keep a wife…”

Neil’s eyes narrowed at her across the table as he chewed slowly.  “Excuse me?” 

“Oh!  Who wants pie?” Susan exclaimed quickly, jumping to her feet.

“I do!” Max said, latching onto the distraction.

“Neil?  Honey?” Susan asked pointedly and he finally tore his gaze from Win, turning his attention to his wife and nodding.

Win ducked her head as she ate, grinning to herself.

Susan returned moments later with the pie and dinner resumed without any further conversation directed at Win or Billy.  Neil, for the most part, ignored them to go on about how great Reagan was for America.

By the time dinner wound down, Win was ready to slip away with Billy, wanting to make sure he was alright, but before she got the chance, Susan asked if she minded helping with the dishes, and Win reluctantly agreed.  She had offered to help earlier, after all.

Standing next to Susan at the counter, she dried the plates as the other woman passed them to her.  

“It’s so nice having another woman in the house,” Mrs. Hargrove murmured, smiling softly to herself.  “Maxine’s not exactly the feminine type, so…” she trailed off and Win nodded in understanding.

“My mum died when I was about Max’s age,” Win admitted, looking down at the serving dish in her hands.  “I miss this kinda stuff too,” she murmured and Susan’s sad smile returned.

“You know,” she began, pausing nervously to glance around, as if making sure her husband wasn’t in earshot before continuing.  “I’m glad Billy met you,” she said quietly.  “I-I think you might be the best thing to happen to him in a long time.”

Win looked up at her and her shock must have shown on her face because Susan only nodded.  “You’re a good influence on him,” she insisted.

Win wanted to laugh.  Certainly that wasn’t true.  She felt, if anything, they were both bad influences, but of course she didn’t say so.

Once the dishes were all washed and dried, Win went in search of Billy, but his bedroom was empty.

“He’s out in the garage with Neil,” Max said, watching Win from her door.

“Oh,” Win breathed, frowning, worried about what the two men could be talking about.

“What do you see in him?”

Max’s question took Win off guard and for a moment she merely blinked at the redhead, trying to think.  “I-I dunno,” she spluttered, her brows pinching further. "I mean, I know he can be kind of a jerk–"

"Kind of?" Max scoffed, interjecting.

“Yeah, okay, more than kind of,” Win agreed begrudgingly.  “But I guess there’s more to him than meets the eye,” she continued, shrugging.  “I know that’s hella cliche, but it’s true.”

Max eyed her and for a moment Win thought she was going to scoff at her again, but all she said was “maybe” with a shrug.

“When you first started going out, I thought you were too nice for him, but maybe you’re rubbing off on him.  Or maybe he actually really likes you,” she said.  “I’ve never seen him act like he does around you,” she added and Win’s lips tugged into a small grin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and trust me, he’s been out with a lot of girls,” Max said, wincing as soon as the words were out of her mouth.  “I mean, you know,” she added, her freckled cheeks flushing before she quickly shook her head.  “But I don’t think he’s ever actually dated anyone before,” she admitted and the thought that she was somehow more special than the others made Win’s stomach flutter.

“Anyway, I hope Neil’s wrong and you guys stay together.  Billy’s not as terrible when you’re around,” Max said, sharing a small smile with Win before the garage door slammed open and Billy strode back inside, his expression tense.

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” he said brusquely, his eyes not quite meeting hers.

“Uh, okay–” Win began, but Billy was already heading impatiently for the front door.

“I wrapped up some leftovers for you to take home for your father,” Susan offered, coming out of the kitchen with a plastic bag full of aluminum foil parcels.

“Thank you, he’ll appreciate this,” Win murmured, accepting the bag.  “Uh, thank you again for dinner,” she said hastily, nodding to Susan and Max, who lingered in the hallway.

“It was our pleasure,” Susan called after her as Win followed Billy.  

Outside, the sun was slipping toward the horizon, casting the darkening sky in an orange hue as the wind picked up, blowing several dry leaves past their ankles.

“Hey, you okay?” Win asked, jogging to keep up, but Billy didn’t answer, slipping behind the wheel and slamming the door shut.  Win joined him in the car, her brows furrowing with worry.  “Billy,” she tried again, firmer.  “Did something happen?”

Billy started the engine, keeping his eyes on the road.  “It’s nothing,” he said, finally glancing over at her, a tightness around his eyes as if he were fighting to keep something in, to keep his mask in place.

“It’s not nothing,” Win said gently, placing her hand on his arm and Billy tensed.  

“I said it’s fine,” he insisted, gruffer than intended, but Win didn’t pull away.  

“I’m sorry,” she murmured and Billy snorted, the sound harsh in the quiet car; he hadn’t even bothered to turn on the radio.

“I told you my dad would be an asshole,” he mumbled, tearing down the empty road.

“It really bothered you, what he said about us,” Win ventured, though it was less of a question and more an observation, and Billy’s expression tightened further, his lips pursing angrily.  “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about–” Win began, her words cutting off as he suddenly veered off the road and threw the Camaro in park.

“He doesn’t know shit,” Billy growled, leaning across the center console, his lips colliding with hers as his hand slipped behind her head, holding her in place as he kissed her roughly, his tongue invading her mouth.  “I need you,” he groaned, raw desperation lacing his deep voice, usually so velvety smooth and coated in honey.  “Need you so fucking bad.”

Win gasped, her head spinning at the intensity behind his bruising kisses, all teeth and tongue, as if he wanted to devour her.  Once she caught her breath, she kissed him back just as fiercely, grabbing hold of his jacket and moaning into his mouth as his hand slipped between her thighs, his thumb pressing circles against her clothed clit, sending heat rushing through her.

“Get in the back seat,” he commanded, nipping hard at her bottom lip before pulling back and unbuckling, throwing open his door.

Gasping at the sudden disappearance of his lips, it took a second for Win’s brain to catch up and she hastily followed suit.  Billy was already around the car by the time she stood and he opened the back door, his mouth hot on hers as he guided her, lowering her back onto the seat. 

Reaching under her dress, he tugged her panties down impatiently, freeing them from her legs before straightening to unzip his pants and free his throbbing cock, a desperation to his movements.

“Billy—!” Win yelped breathlessly as he yanked her to the edge of the seat and pulled her legs apart, bullying his tip between her folds and rutting into her.  “Oh—“ she gasped as he sheathed her, waiting only a moment for her to adjust before he was pumping into her, his thrusts sharp and frantic. 

“Oh fuck—“ she groaned, bracing herself with her arms, her entire body jolting with each desperate snap of his hips, the air filling with the lewd smack of skin against skin and Billy’s labored pants.

“Want you to cum,” he growled, freeing one hand to once more thumb her clit, gathering her wetness on the pad of his finger so it would glide over her delicate nub easily, sending electricity shooting through her.  “Cum for me, Win,” he grunted, the words a harsh plea, as he fucked her into the seat, and she had no choice but to obey, the tightly coiled spring of pleasure snapping at his relentless assault on her clit. 

“Fuck—BILLY!” she wailed, cumming hard, her orgasm hitting her like a train, but Billy didn’t stop, fucking her through it til his hips stuttered, bottoming out as he filled her, his chest heaving as he emptied himself deep inside.

For a moment neither of them spoke, too dazed to formulate words, merely panting hard to catch their breaths.  Billy pulled free, hastily tucking himself back into his tight jeans before grabbing her discarded panties and slipping them back up her legs, helping her to stand.

Before she could speak, he pulled her into his arms, holding her to him tightly, tucking her head beneath his chin.

“M’sorry,” he murmured hoarsely, as if he were trying to keep his emotions in check and not quite succeeding.

“I’m glad you were there,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut.  “It made today… bearable.”

Win buried her face against his chest with a sigh, the tension from before leeching away.  “I’m glad I was there too,” she whispered back, warm tears catching in her lashes.

“C’mon, I better get you home,” he said reluctantly, clearing his throat, and Win nodded against his chest.

––

“I’ll call you later,” Win murmured, leaning in to steal a kiss before opening the car door and slipping out, grabbing the bag of leftovers.

Billy nodded, giving her a wave as he backed out of the drive, leaving her standing in there as the sun disappeared completely below the horizon.  Win watched the Camaro slip away into the night before turning toward her house.  Her dad’s car was parked in the drive and several lights burned inside.  She wondered how long he’d been home.

“Hey,” she greeted as she opened the door, finding him standing listlessly by the counter.  David’s head snapped up as she came in. 

“I’m so sorry—“ he began, but Win shook her head fiercely, cutting him off.

“You’re here now,” she said, rounding the counter to embrace him, her chest tight.

“Did you have a nice time at… Billy’s?” he asked, still struggling to say his name without any vitriol and Win snorted, pulling away to open the leftovers and fix them both a plate.

“Yeah, it was alright,” she said.  “His stepmom sent some food home for you.”

“That was nice,” David mumbled, running a hand through his dark hair as he watched Win plate the food.

“They nice people?” he asked and Win shrugged.

“His stepmom and stepsister are,” she answered, biting her lip.  She wanted to tell her dad everything—about Neil’s abuse and the way his family walked on eggshells around him, about how Billy shrank in on himself, flinching at nothing more than a sharp look or word from his father, but she hesitated.  What good would it do?  What could her dad even do about it?  And how would Billy react?  His embarrassment at the situation was obvious.  Would telling her father just make things worse?

David frowned at Win’s sudden silence.  “You okay?” he asked, ducking his head to peer at her suspiciously.

“Y-yeah, I was just… thinking,” she replied disjointedly, quickly clearing her throat and throwing one plate in the microwave.

“I’m gunna change, I’ll be right back,” she said, retreating to her room.  Once she pressed her back to the door, she let her frustrated tears fall.

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❝The Best❞ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

❝Take Me Out❞ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) ✗ Kirby Rivers ( @cherrychapsticksteve's oc)

⟶ Wingator Valentine's Day Headcanons

❝Go For It❞ ⤷ Baron ✗ f!reader

❝Ghost Stories❞ ⤷ Halloween collab with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ oc, Eddie Munson ✗ oc, Robin Buckley ✗ oc

❝A Series of Firsts❞ ⤷ written for @/ockissweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Joey Hargrove (oc) ✗ Melody Munson (oc)

❝Cleaning Duty❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

❝Practice Run❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Robin Buckley ✗ Blossom Bellamy (oc)

❝The Wrong Date❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ Win Lewis (oc), Eddie Munson ✗ Lydia Bellamy (oc)

✳︎ denotes smut updated: 04/03/24

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separate ways [b.h]

one. | don't tell me you love me

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 4.5k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, angst, mention of child abuse, drinking, violence, blood, Billy's really bad at emotions :c, slight dubcon (if you squint) ⇾ a/n: Yay! Here we are at the beginning of the two part part two, which will bridge the gap between the events of season two and three and will be from Billy's pov.

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“We’re done.”

As soon as the words had left his mouth, he’d regretted them.  They’d hung in the air between him and Win, as if just waiting for him to take them back and beg her forgiveness.

But Billy Hargrove didn’t beg.

What was left of his pride and the sharp hot rage yet running through his veins wouldn’t let him.  Instead, he’d turned on his heel and walked out.

Billy was half way back to Hawkins when the weight of what he’d done finally sank in.  By the time he’d turned back to retrace his steps, Win was gone, the Byers’ house left empty.  It was then that he felt the telltale signs of panic truly begin to grip him.  He had no idea where Max had gone, when or even if she’d be back, and there was no way he could show his face back home without her.

Torn between waiting there for her and going after Win, hoping she’d headed back to her place, he settled for calling her, holding his breath as the line rang, and rang. 

And rang.

When Max returned with the Camaro, it was nearing midnight and Billy didn’t say a word to her as he climbed wearily into the driver’s seat.  Her threat was still fresh in his mind, but it wasn’t fear that held his tongue.  He was just too tired to fight any more and he still had his father’s inevitable wrath to look forward to.

Though at that point, Billy couldn’t think of any punishment worse than losing Win.  As much as he wanted to believe that by Monday she’d cool down and all would be well, he had a feeling it wouldn’t be that simple.

That night, as much as he hated himself for it, Billy Hargrove cried himself to sleep, the angry red welts left by his father’s belt stinging as much as the raw empty space in his chest where his heart had been.

Monday, the ride to school was a quiet one, and as soon as Billy parked, Max left the Camaro without a backwards glance.  Billy watched her skate toward the middle school with a scowl on his face.  While she’d gotten a fair share of their parents’ ire, it was he who’d shouldered the lion’s share.  

How was that for fair when the whole thing had been her fault in the first place?

Rolling his shoulders uncomfortably against the bruises that had started to form along his back and ribs, he slammed his door shut and strode toward the school entrance, several stray snowflakes beginning to fall, catching in his hair.

It seemed merely the fact that Win hadn’t rode to school with him that morning was enough to set the hall aflame with gossip, speculation as to the state of their relationship racing ahead of him.

“Is it true?  Did you and Win split?” Carol asked, meeting Billy by his locker, smacking her gum as she waited for his answer, her blue eyes alight with curiosity.

“No,” Billy replied gruffly, pulling his locker door open with more force than necessary.  “We just had a little spat.  That’s all,” he insisted, radiating disdain.

“Uh huh,” Carol mused doubtfully, blowing a pink bubble as she studied him, popping it before shrugging and walking off, no doubt going to spread the news to Vicki and Tina.

Billy grabbed his books and stalked off, trying to put on a normal facade.  His morning classes came and went, but he barely paid attention, too occupied with his own thoughts.

This was a completely new experience for him.  He hadn’t been lying when he’d told Win she’d been his first real girlfriend.  He’d never been serious about anyone before, so it never hurt when he eventually kicked them to the curb.  Billy had always been the one to love ‘em and leave ‘em, no one had ever broken up with him before, and he didn’t like it, this hollow ache in his chest that only grew worse as the day wore on.

Though he wasn’t hungry in the slightest, by the time the lunch bell rang, Billy made his way to the cafeteria, keeping his eyes peeled for Win, hoping to get her by herself and have a word.  However, as soon as she noticed him, she pushed her chair back from the table and practically fled the room, leaving her tray of food untouched.  The sight of her red rimmed eyes before she’d left made Billy’s heart drop into his stomach, but before he could even attempt to follow her, his path was blocked by Holly, her dark eyes flashing.

“Don’t even think about it, Billy boy,” she snapped, placing her hands on her hips.

“Oh, cool it, Hampton,” Billy sighed, placing an unlit cigarette between his lips.  “I just wanna talk to her.”

“Haven’t you done enough?” Holly exclaimed, not backing down, and the look on her face made Billy scowl.

“Look.  Just tell her I wanna talk to her–” he ground out, but Holly crossed her arms across her chest.

“Look,” she repeated back to him, a hard edge to her voice.  “Just stay away from Win, got it?”

When it became obvious she wasn’t going to let him past, Billy let out a frustrated huff, giving her one last look before turning around and striding away, heading for the bleachers.  

If Win wanted her spot back, then she was gunna have to take it from him.

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After the day he’d had, Billy was actually looking forward to basketball practice.  It would be good to blow off some steam on the court and Lord knew he had some pent up aggression he needed to get out.

“Good job out there today, Hargrove,” the coach exclaimed as practice wound to an end, his teammates heading for the locker room to hit the showers.  “Wish I had four more of you on the court,” he chuckled, slapping Billy on the back.

“Thanks Coach,” Billy grunted, gritting his teeth against the sudden flare of pain before hissing out a breath as he joined the others in the locker room.

“Dude, did you see Steve?” one of the guys exclaimed loudly as Billy passed, heading to his locker.

“Yeah, his face is fucked up!  Wonder who did it to him.”

“I heard it was Billy,” another piped up, snickering.

Contemplating whether or not he should just shower at home, not exactly wanting to field any questions from his teammates about the bruises covering his back, Billy couldn’t help but smirk to himself, still pretty proud of knocking Steve down a few pegs.

“Speaking of Hargrove, I heard he and Win are splitsville,” one the guys hissed in a hushed tone.  “Maybe I can finally tap that,” he chuckled.

Billy’s smirk disappeared and he turned away from his locker, letting his eyes sweep the room as he pulled his sweat soaked cut-off over his head, discreetly searching for who’d spoken.

“You gotta be kidding.  After what he did to Steve?  Ain’t no way I’d cross Billy.”

The first voice snorted.  “Nah man, she’d be fuckin’ worth it–”

Following the voices, like a panther stalking its prey, Billy slipped a fresh shirt on as he rounded the corner to where Braydon Miller and Taylor Rupp were huddled together, his eyes narrowing as he sized them up.

“Wanna run that by me again, Miller?” Billy drawled, leaning against the low of lockers, cutting off their escape, a dangerous note to his low voice.

His teammates stiffened, realizing they’d been overheard, but Billy’s attention was all on Braydon, who cleared his throat awkwardly.  “It’s just… if you’re not together any more–” he trailed off under Billy’s glower.

“Anyone else want a turn with my girl?” he exclaimed, throwing his arms wide as he slowly turned to address the rest of the locker room.

No one spoke, several of his teammates dropping their gazes to their feet, and Billy nodded to himself.  “Now, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but Win is still very much mine,” he growled, staring at Miller for emphasis.  “So, if I find out about any of you making a pass at her, you’ll get worse than Harrington got.”

If possible, the locker room got even quieter and Billy let out a huff.  “Do you understand?” he asked.

When no one answered, his lips twisted in a scowl and he raised his voice, emphasizing each word.  “I said.  Do. You. Understand?” 

This time, a frantic chorus of voices replied, leaving Billy satisfied with their response.  “Good.  Tell your friends,” he said, shoving Miller back against his locker as he retreated, grabbing his things and leaving.

––

December 22nd, 1984

“Max, honey, stay still,” Susan chastised lightly.

“Ow!  Mom, that’s too tight!” Max whined in response, their voices floating down the hall from the bathroom.

Billy rolled his eyes, getting up to shut his door.  Standing in the doorway, he peered out, catching sight of Susan braiding a strand of Max’s fiery hair to pin back out of her face, helping her get ready for her dumb little middle school dance.

For a moment, Max turned, holding his stare and a wave of resentment washed over him.  Without a word, he stepped back into his room, shutting his door firmly.  He’d kept his word, he’d left her and her stupid friends alone, and where had it gotten him?  She was going out, having fun, and he was stuck there, alone.  With a pang of regret, he couldn’t help but wonder what Win was doing right then.  

He’d heard that Hawkins Lab had been shut down suddenly, and he wondered if she’d actually get to spend the holiday with her father.  He glanced across the room at the small gift wrapped box sitting on his dresser.  He’d gotten her a gift shortly after Thanksgiving, while they were still together, but now it seemed like it was going to go to waste and Neil’s words echoed in his head, taunting him.

Wonder how long it’ll last before you fuck it up.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, Billy set his jaw and strode across the room, snatching the box.  Grabbing his keys, he set out before he could change his mind.  He’d given Win space, forced himself to pass her by at school and hold his tongue as if he didn’t have a million things he wanted to say to her, missing being able to just talk to her, but it was obvious to anyone with eyes that she was hurting, and for what?  

Obviously neither of them wanted this, so why were they still apart?  It was stupid and Billy was determined to make her see that.

Pulling up to her house, Billy turned off his headlights as he parked on the street–close enough to be able to see the front of the house, but far enough away that his car wouldn’t be spotted.  Glancing down at the box sitting in the passenger seat, he wet his lips before his gaze flicked back to the house.

The front curtains were open and he could easily see into the living room.  Win and her dad were decorating the tree, stringing a strand of multicoloured twinkle lights around its branches.  For a moment, Billy let himself imagine he was inside with them–Christmas music playing softly from the radio in the kitchen as It’s a Wonderful Life droned on in the background.

Win’s smile was radiant and he wanted to live in the fantasy a while longer, but the cold was beginning to creep into the car, chilling him, his breath misting in the air.  Opening his eyes he tried to imagine what would really happen if he walked up to the door–his heart in his hands.  And every scenario ended with him being turned away.

Turning the key in the ignition, Billy gave one last wistful look at the window and the warmth that seemed to radiate from within before pulling away from the curb, Win’s present forgotten in the passenger seat.

He couldn’t do it.  He couldn’t face the possibility of her rejection.

He’d give it a week, he decided.  Maybe by then he’d find the courage to try again.

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December 31st, 1984

It was already dark by the time Billy left the house on Cherry St. and he turned up the radio as he turned onto the main drag through town.  He’d taken a little longer getting ready, meticulously styling his hair to look as effortless as possible before choosing an outfit specially designed to catch the eye.  Though he sped through town, he aimed to arrive fashionably late, wanting to make an entrance.

Heather Holloway’s New Year’s Eve party had been the only thing anyone had been talking about for the past few weeks and he had it on good authority that Win was gunna be there.

And after his cowardice at Christmas, he was determined to win her back.

Glancing up at his reflection in the rear view mirror, he flashed his best grin.  “Hey Win,” he said, speaking aloud to the empty car as if she were there.  “Hey Win.  Winnie,” he repeated, chuckling softly as he switched his inflection, practicing what he wanted to say when he saw her.

“You’re looking good.  Though, you always look good,” he drawled, biting his lip before winking at his reflection, radiating confidence.  “What’s that?  You miss me?” he asked, his expression shifting to calculated surprise.  “I know you do, babe.  And I… I miss you too,” he breathed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Why don’t we put this whole foolish mess behind us, huh?” he asked, catching his gaze in the mirror, his eyes softening.  “Come back to me and we’ll forget any of this ever happened,” he urged, letting just enough emotion tinge his voice while still keeping it smooth and warm.  “I mean, after all, we’re perfect together.”

Catching his tongue between his teeth, he grinned, pleased with his performance. 

“She won’t be able to resist,” he breathed, bringing the cigarette perched between his fingers to his lips.

By the time the party was over, Billy was confident she’d be his again.

The road in front of Heather’s house was nearly packed full by the time Billy arrived, but he found a spot further down the street and parked, lighting a fresh cigarette before kicking open the door to step out into the slush.

God, but he still couldn’t stand the snow.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he made his way to the house, the music blaring inside seeping out into the cold night air.

Tamping the snow from his boots as he stepped inside, Billy blew out a long stream of smoke, feeling his cheeks and fingers sting at the sudden change in temperature.  Pushing his way through the crowded living room, he went in search of Win, spying Tommy and Carol in the corner with Tina.

Tina noticed him looking her way and smiled, waving to him.  He acknowledged her, but didn’t head over, still searching for Win’s dark rooted platinum bob amongst the crowd.  When he finally spotted her, his stomach twisted, white hot jealousy racing through his veins at the sight of her standing next to Eddie “the freak” Munson, one arm casually slung around her petite shoulders.

It had barely been a month since they’d split, she wouldn’t have moved on that quickly.  She couldn’t’ve.  Especially not with someone like him.

Win seemed to feel his gaze on her and turned, her doll-like eyes widening when they landed on him.  For a moment, she looked torn, her gaze holding his before Tommy clapped a hand on his shoulder, a smug grin on his freckled face as he joined Billy, and she quickly looked away again, slipping past Eddie to go get another drink.

“I heard she’s been hanging out with Munson and his lame band, and Nancy Wheeler’s bitchy cousin,” Tommy exclaimed, watching Billy from the corner of his eye, as if just waiting for a reaction.

Billy’s first instinct was to stride over there and introduce Munson to his fist, but something deep inside tugged at him—a tiny voice that sounded suspiciously like Win’s—telling him that that would only dig his grave deeper.

Though his jaw flexed and his hands balled into fists, Billy kept his expression as flat as he could, shrugging Tommy’s hand off his shoulder as he pushed into the crowd, away from Munson, instead following Win to the kitchen.  He found her by the counter, a half empty bottle of whiskey in her hand, the mouth of the bottle just leaving her pink lips, and he couldn’t help but grin at the way her gaze trailed over him, her face flushing.

He clearly still had an effect on her.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked, the defiance in her voice mostly for show.

Billy shrugged, stepping closer, his fingers wrapping around the bottle in her hand.  “It’s a free country,” he said, wetting his lips as he plucked the bottle from her hand, bringing it to his mouth and taking a swig, the amber liquid warming him as it burned down his throat.

Win quickly tore her eyes away when he handed her back the bottle, his gaze focused on her.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

She snorted.  “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Bullshit–” Billy scoffed, leaning against the counter, boxing her in.  “I think you wanted to see me,” he drawled.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she exclaimed, though her body language told a different story and for a moment Billy let his mask drop.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured softly and Win’s eyes snapped back to his face, surprise flitting across her features.

“I’ve… missed you too,” she admitted in a small voice, her hand involuntarily clutching at his jacket as Billy took a chance and tucked her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering at the curve of her jaw.

“Yeah?” he breathed, leaning in closer, surprised at just how easy it had been to lure her back in.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, her breath hitching as his lips hovered just out of reach.

Billy grinned, bridging the remaining distance between them, his mouth pressing to hers, gentle at first, testing the waters.  When she hesitantly kissed him back, he dropped all pretense of holding back, his hand as her cheek slipping into her hair to cradle the back of her head as his tongue swiped against the seam of her lips.

With a soft moan, she opened her mouth to him, her tongue meeting his.  She tasted like whiskey and nicotine and Billy’s head swam while his heart hammered in his chest.  If he took Win’s hand and pressed it over his heart, she’d probably be able to feel it.

Suddenly, however, she tensed, pulling back abruptly, her hand against his chest the only thing stopping him from chasing her retreating lips and Billy’s eyes snapped open, his brows furrowing.

“Win, what–?”

“I can’t,” she choked out, squeezing her eyes shut as a conflicted expression twisted her face.  “I can’t do this,” she repeated, her voice growing firmer.

“Why the hell not?”

The words were out of Billy’s mouth before he could stop them, knowing the gruff demand would surely spur Win to retaliate, her defenses slamming securely back in place.

Hating that he was right, Billy grimaced as she pushed him back, her stormy eyes flashing.

“Is it cause of that freakshow you came here with?” he spat, his anger boiling over, getting the better of him.

“What?” Win snapped, her gaze like daggers.

“Munson.  You sleeping with him?”  he demanded, unable to back down now and Win scoffed, incredulous.

“No, it’s not like that,” she exclaimed, but Billy rolled his eyes, a humourless grin stretching his face as he barked a hollow laugh.

“C’mon Win, don’t fuckin’ lie to me.”

“I haven’t slept with anyone since you,” she insisted levelly, hurt flickering in her eyes.  “Have you?” she snapped instead, wordlessly pleading with him to deny it.

Billy took a step closer, his breath ghosting across her face as he loomed over her.  “The only person I’ve even been able to even think about these past weeks, is you.  So, no.”

Win scoffed, turning her face away, blinking back the dampness that caught in her lashes as she crossed her arms over her chest.  “If you truly want me back, Billy, you need to prove you’ve changed,” she whispered, making herself meet his gaze.

“Do better.”

Without another word, she pushed past him, leaving him to contemplate what she’d said.

Growling, Billy snatched the bottle of whiskey she’d left behind and tossed it back, downing the rest of the amber liquid in several long swallows.

Do better?  What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Grabbing a quarter full bottle of vodka from the counter, Billy skulked back out to the living room, joining Tommy and the others.  His mood effectively soured, he sullenly watched the party from his spot against the wall, glowering as every so often he took a swig from the bottle in his hand.  Once he’d polished off the vodka, he’d grown bored, pushing off the wall to head to the keg across the room, scowling when he realized Tina had followed him over.

“Hey Billy,” she chirped, sidling up next to him as he grabbed an empty cup, filling it from the spigot, careful not to get too much foam.

“Tina,” he grunted in response, bringing the cup to his lips.

“Wanna pour me one?” she asked, holding her cup out to him.

He rolled his eyes, but did so anyway, ignoring the way she batted her eyelashes up at him.

“I heard about you and Win splitting,” she said, leaning in closer.  “Mondo bummer,” she murmured, though she didn’t sound very broken up about it.

Billy stared at her flatly, not in the mood for her games.  “Excuse me,” he muttered, stepping around her and stumbling back out into the crowd, his vision swimming slightly.  If Tina said something else, he didn’t hear it.

Glancing down at his watch, he realized it was nearly midnight and the urge to find Win again was growing stronger.  Letting his gaze sweep the room, he finally spotted her dancing with Beck, and though there was a smile curling her lips, it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Despite the distraction, she was hurting.

Billy didn’t sense Tommy coming up beside him until he spoke, his voice slurring slightly.

“Dude, give it a rest already,” he said, bringing his drink to his lips.  “Sure Win’s hot an’ all, but there’s loads of other hot girls.  Girls that would willingly throw themselves at your feet.  You could be swimming in pussy,” he exclaimed, his sweeping gesture taking in the room.

Billy’s expression darkened, but he didn’t speak, and Tommy barrelled on.  “Face it, Billy, she ain’t comin’ back, and you know what, I’m gunna tell you somethin’.  You should be glad, because your little girlfriend?  She was a bitch,” he exclaimed.

The shit eating grin on his face faltered when Billy turned suddenly, grabbing shirt, his eyes flashing danger.  

“You wanna run that by me again?” he asked, his voice like a taut spring and the people around them went quiet, turning to watch.

Tommy’s eyes lit up in amusement, his grin returning wider as he held Billy’s fierce glare.  “Thought there were plenty of bitches in the sea, Hargrove?  Isn’t that what you told Harrington?” he taunted, brushing out of Billy’s grasp.

There was a beat where Billy merely gaped at him, seething, and Tommy began to laugh, making the mistake of turning his back on him.  He was still laughing when Billy caught his shoulder, spinning him back around, his fist connecting with Tommy’s stupid face.

The blow staunched Tommy’s laughter, wiping the amusement from his face, and he swung right back, missing Billy by an inch.  Taking the opening, Billy’s fist found Tommy’s nose, bloodying his knuckles.

“Fuck you, Hagan!” he growled, feeling hands on his jacket pulling him back.

“Fuck you Hargrove!” Tommy countered, blood streaming down his chin.

Taking advantage of Billy’s momentary distraction, Tommy threw a right hook, his fist catching Billy’s left brow before he was hauled back, the two pulled apart.  With a huff, Billy shook the hands off him, tugging at his jacket and wiping the blood from his brow before it could run into his eye.

As he straightened he found Win watching him, disappointment etched in her gaze before she turned away, following Eddie and Beck toward the door.

“Win, wait!”

Billy’s feet moved before his thoughts could catch up and he stumbled out the door after her, nearly losing his footing in the snow outside before he caught up to her, grabbing her arm to haul her back.  Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, his mouth colliding with hers in a searing, desperate kiss.

“Billy, no!” Win exclaimed, pushing him away, her voice cracking.  

“No, you know you want this,” he growled, his grasp on her arms tightening, not letting her pull away, trying to kiss her again.

“I said no, Billy!” she repeated, the sudden crack of her palm across his face leaving him stunned.

Fighting the urge to press his hand to his stinging cheek, his hands fell to his sides, balling into fists as a flash of heat washed through him–embarrassment and inappropriate arousal quickly tamped down as anger took its place.

“Fuck you, Win.”  His voice was level though he fought to keep it that way, his hurt and anger swelling, like an uncontrollable wave.  “You left me, just like she did.”

Win’s eyes widened at his words and she flinched as if he’d been the one to slap her.

“That’s not fair,” she breathed, her voice wavering.

“But it’s the truth,” Billy spat, the wave threatening to pull him out to sea.  “You left me just when I needed you the most!”

Win shook her head, tears welling in her eyes.  “Don’t compare me to her!  She left because of someone else’s actions.  I left because of yours.”

She swallowed, lifting her chin, the unshed tears sparkling in her lashes.

“The one wasn’t your fault.  This was.”

Before Billy could come up with a response, Win turned away, climbing into Munson’s van as Beck asked her if she was alright.

Billy’s breath misted in the air as it left his parted lips.  It wasn’t until the van pulled away that Billy realized people were staring and he felt bile rise in his throat at the humiliation.

Win’s slap had been the final death knell for whatever hope he’d had left that she’d come back to him.

“The fuck are you looking at?” he barked, scattering the remainder of the watchers.

As he lit a cigarette with shaking fingers, he heard the partygoers inside counting down the last seconds to midnight, but he was already heading to his car.

Tomorrow he’d keep up appearances, tonight he just wanted to be alone.

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❝cleaning duty❞ [b.h]

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (oc)

⚓︎ w.c. 1.9k words ⚓︎ tags/warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, none really, flirting + kisses ⚓︎ a/n. Cowritten with my love, @hawkinsglasscloset, for @theocxcanonweek's day one - Play Fighting. Part of Flor and I's Stranger Timeline'verse, in which Win is an exchange student from England, staying with the Harringtons.

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Ever since Win Lewis started working at the Hawkins Community Pool, Billy couldn't seem to pay attention to anything else. 

The bored housewives who always watched him from their lounge chairs hated how distracted he’d become–he didn't even try to hide how he looked at her with his eyes full of desire. 

"Lewis! Cleaning duty today," Billy called as they were about to close for the night.

Win groaned, rolling her eyes. “I did it yesterday, it’s your turn, Billy,” she huffed, fixing him with a pointed look, her hands resting on her hips as she stared him down from across the storage room.

"No chance, I have a date," he lied.  He just wanted to make her a little jealous. Every day watching her in her little red swimsuit was torture, even more when she was so good at playing hard to get.

Win’s mouth fell open for a moment, her stomach doing a flip at his words and she quickly smoothed her expression, not wanting him to know he’d struck a nerve. “What a coincidence, I have a date too, with Steve Harrington,” she said with a shrug, knowing just the mention of Steve’s name would get under Billy’s skin.

"Harrington, huh? I see..." Billy's expression turned sour, he couldn't help but wonder if she was just trying to mess with him or if it was true. "If we both have dates, maybe we can clean up together then, so we finish quicker,” he suggested.

Win deliberated for a moment, letting her gaze linger on Billy’s smooth tanned chest before slipping lower down his toned stomach to his bright red swim trunks and muscular thighs before her eyes snapped back up to his. “Alright, sounds like a deal,” she said, glad her little fib worked. All she wanted was for him to carry his weight. It had nothing whatsoever to do with her wanting to possibly spend more time with him.

Billy noticed how her eyes wandered and it made him feel a little more confident. If the date she’d scheduled with Harrington was real, he'd make sure she never made it, getting stuck there at the pool with him instead. 

"Alright, I'm gonna lock the gates and you close the umbrellas. Then we can take care of the floor together," he said, giving her plenty of time to watch as he left, spinning the key chain around his finger.

Win's lips crooked as she took advantage of his exit, biting her lip as she watched his backside for a moment before following, stepping out into the warm dusk to close the pool umbrellas and make sure they were secured shut.

Billy closed the gates, taking his time as he watched her from afar. By the time he came back, they were the only two people left there. "Alright, ready?" He offered her one of the mops he brought out with a bucket of soapy water.

"I hate mopping," Win sighed, but took the mop handle, dipping the mop head into the sudsy water before bending over to wring the excess water out.

Billy smirked when he watched the scene, it was like she was moving in slow motion... she was too beautiful not to be a dream. "Me too, I'm not here cause I want to," he scoffed, wetting his mop to start on his side of the pool.

“So… who’s the lucky girl you’re taking out tonight?” Win asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible as she returned to the bucket for more soapy water.

"You don't know her, she graduated with me last year, her name’s… Danielle," Billy said the first thing that came to mind, also trying to sound nonchalant. "She was always after me, so I decided to give her a chance."

Win let out a snort. “Uh huh, throw her a bone, ey? How kind of you,” she said, her voice dripping sarcasm. “You’re such a gentleman, Hargrove.”

"That's what I'm known for... as if you're not throwing Harrington a bone. You're way out of his league, he's been trying to get any girl to go out with him this summer and you're the first one to say yes."

Win rolled her eyes as she mopped closer, quickly running out of floor. “And whose league am I in?” she wondered, fighting not to smirk and give herself away.

"Better looking guys, smarter guys for sure... you know, guys who know more books than just Green Eggs and Ham," Billy chuckled as they finally stood face to face. "Someone who can satisfy you."

“Why do I get the feeling you think that’s you?” Win asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow at him as she propped a hand on her hip and leaned against the mop handle.

"Do you want it to be?" Billy smirked, making an exaggerated move to fix his hair just to get an excuse to flex his bicep for her.

Win rolled her eyes.  “Hmmm, I dunno, Steve is awful sweet,” she mused, smirking at him.

"Pfft I can be sweet... to people who deserve it," Billy scoffed.

“People like… Danielle?” Win ventured, bending to pick up the mop bucket.

"Shyeah, people like her, who can appreciate a real man," Billy stepped closer to her until they were inches apart.

Win’s grin faltered as he moved closer. This close she could smell his cologne over the fainter scent of chlorine. He must have refreshed his cologne sometime after their shift ended and before they started mopping. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes met his, a brilliant blue that sparkled like he knew something she didn’t. Before she could get sucked in further, she shook her mop at him, getting him wet before slipping past him.

"Hey! What was that for?" Billy exclaimed, following her to the other side. "You wanna get me wet? Fine then, let's get real wet..." Without warning Billy wrapped his arms around her and did a kamikaze jump into the pool, taking her with him.

Win’s surprised shriek cut off as she hit the water and she gasped as she broke the surface, pushing her wet hair from her face. “Billy!” she cried, slapping her hand across the water to splash him as soon as he emerged.

"What? You started it!" Billy splashed her right back, trying very hard not to laugh at the anger on her face; she looked so cute when she was angry. "As a Brit, you should know us Americans do war better than anyone else, so don't provoke us," he warned, cocking an eyebrow at her.

Win stuck her tongue out at him. “Yeah, only cause you play dirty,” she countered, daring to swim closer.

"How dare you!" Billy gasped, resisting the urge to splash her again, deciding to poke her sides instead.

Win let out a yelp and tried to squirm away, though the water made it hard to move quickly enough. “Billy! That tickles!” she gasped breathlessly.

"Good, you deserve it!" he laughed, unrelenting, wrapping one arm around her so she couldn't escape.

“Billy!” Win exclaimed through her laughter, giving up and melting into his embrace, his body firm against hers. “You’re a menace!” she insisted, smacking his chest lightly.

"What? You can dish it out, but you can't take it?" Billy chuckled, pulling her even closer, trapping her against his chest.

“I can take it,” Win countered insistently, running her fingers over his ribs.

Billy suddenly stopped and looked down at her, he couldn't keep the smile from his face. "You... you don't have a date with Harrington, do you?"

Win chewed her lip, quickly averting her face so Billy wouldn’t notice the pink that dusted her cheeks. “I… I may have just said that to get a rise out of you,” she admitted, trying to keep her voice light.

"Well... I... I might've made up my date too," he admitted, gently turning her face back to him. "And I lied when I said I'm not here cause I want to be. I want to."

Win’s eyes found his and she froze, her lips parting as she watched him, breath catching at how beautiful he looked with the water dripping from his hair and the setting sun sparkling in his bright blue eyes that were fixed unwavering on her face. “Good,” she finally breathed, wetting her lips. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Billy couldn't stop staring at her, she had stormy eyes that captured his gaze and her skin was so soft, he just wanted to kiss her all over. "I'm glad too," he murmured, looking down at her plump cherry lips. He couldn't hold back, he leaned in and stole a kiss, a long and gentle kiss.

As soon as Billy’s lips touched hers, Win melted, her eyes slipping shut as she kissed him back, her arms emerging from the water to wend around his shoulders, pressing herself tighter against him.

"Maybe I should be doing more cleaning duty," Billy breathed before kissing her again, deeply this time and more passionately.

“Or maybe… you should just ask me out,” Win murmured breathlessly, glad for Billy’s arms around her and the buoyancy of the water, lest her knees gave way.

"I guess that works,” he chuckled huskily.  “Wanna have dinner with me, Winnie?" Billy whispered in her ear. "I can pick you up."

Win couldn’t help but grin as his breath tickled her ear and a shiver ran through her. “Sounds good. What time?” she asked, tilting her head to catch his eye.

"I'll pick you up at seven," Billy finally let go of her, wanting to leave her wanting more. "Just can't guarantee what time you'll be back..."

Win huffed a soft laugh. “I see,” she murmured, flushed and wanting to keep kissing him. “Guess I better get home and change,” she teased, a grin playing at her lips as she swam toward the edge of the pool, lifting herself out easily and adjusting her suit as she watched Billy glide over.

"Really? I wouldn't mind if you came in your swimsuit," Billy joked, pushing himself out of the pool as well and shaking his wet hair. "Actually, on second thought, I wouldn't want anyone else to stare."

“You wanna be the only one to stare at me?” Win teased, tucking her damp hair behind her ears.

"Yeah, I wanna be the only one," Billy smirked and gave her a wink, his hand placed on his chest.

“Too bad this is my work uniform,” Win quipped, grinning wryly.

"I guess... as long as you're okay with the ladies checking me out too," Billy teased.

“Hmm, I dunno about that,” she mused, going to grab her towel. “But maybe I will be once they know you’re taken,” she said offhandedly, though hope bloomed in her chest at the thought.

Billy’s grin grew even wider at the idea.  He’d never really had a serious girlfriend before, but for Win?  He was willing to try and make it work. "Didn't know you were so possessive..."

“I’m sure there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Win said, pulling her shorts over her suit once she’d dried off. “But maybe I can start filling you in tonight.” 

She flashed him a genuine smile. “See you seven, don’t be late,” she reminded him with a wink before turning to head to the front door, leaving him to lock up.

Billy watched her unabashedly, looking like the cat that got the cream. His little plan had worked way better than he’d expected.  He couldn't wait to have her all to himself that night and taste her lips again, he couldn't wait to be able to tell anyone who asked that he was taken.

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separate ways [b.h]

two. | heartbreaker

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 5.5k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, angst, jealousy, masturbation, oral (m!receiving), billy flirts with mrs. wheeler, use of fatphobic language, horror elements ⇾ a/n: And here we are, on the cusp of the events of season three!

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February 1985

“Oh fuuuck– fuck, Win–”

The words slipped through his clenched teeth with a groan as his palm slid over the ridge of his swollen head, each frantic pump of his fist bringing him closer to release.

The nudie magazine he’d tried to get off to was tossed aside atop his rumbled bedding, switched out for one of the polaroids of Win stretched out atop the very same bed, stormy eyes lidded with desire as she gazed up at him, her perfect perky tits on display just for him.

Just the thought of that memory was nearly enough to send Billy over the edge.

Billy, I need you!  Please!  

“Shit–” he hissed, his breath catching as his hips gave an involuntary jerk, his cock swelling in his hand seconds before he came, white ropes spurting against his stomach and over his hand.

It was the thought of Win’s breathy voice in his ear that had tipped the scales, and Billy grimaced as he gave his twitching length a few more languid strokes before going limp.  Letting out a long breath, he snatched some tissues from his nightstand to clean himself with before letting his eyes flutter shut.

A wave of regret washed over him like a sudden riptide and Billy hated the choked sob that slipped out, more following it like a dam bursting inside his chest.

Curling around himself, he felt hot tears dampen the pillow beneath his face, but once he began to cry, he couldn’t stop, no matter how many times he called himself a pussy for sobbing over a girl.

But she wasn’t just any girl and he knew that.

And that’s why it hurt.  Like a knife twisting in his chest.

But after Heather’s New Year’s party, Billy had vowed no one would see him like this again–no one would see how much he hurt.

—

Early March 1985

School had pretty much gone back to normal, and despite his falling out with Tommy, Billy found he was never short of fans–girls wanting to get with him, and guys wanting to be seen with him–and though it make him feel emptier than ever, at least he didn’t look like a friendless loser.

Besides, if Billy had it his way, as soon as he was done with school and had enough cash, he was putting Hawkins in his rearview mirror.

At least, that’s what he told himself.  Even if it didn’t quite feel right either.  Even if it felt like there was something missing.

Cranking the heat up, Billy glared out the Camaro’s windshield as he waited for Max.  She stomped through the snow toward him with her hands shoved into the pockets of her teal and red puffer coat, and when she finally yanked open the back passenger door, a sharp gust of wind blew into the car.

“A new girl again today?” she grumbled glancing at the blonde in the front seat next to Billy.

Sure enough, she was different from the one he’d driven home just the day before.

“Took you long enough,” Billy growled instead, ignoring Max’s thinly veiled jab.

The girl in the front seat–Hannah, or Anna, Billy couldn’t remember honestly–leaned around the seat to try to introduce herself to Max, but the redhead merely rolled her eyes.

“No offense, but you’re not gunna be around long enough for me to bother,” she said flatly, and Billy knew she was right.

He’d originally planned on dropping Max off first and heading out to Lover’s Lake to fool around for a bit, but the realization that this girl, like all the others, was merely a skeleton key filling the void meant for someone else put him off and he changed his mind, turning down the street toward her house instead.  When he parked without a word in her driveway, Hannah, or Anna gaped at him for a moment before angrily grabbing her bag and getting out.

As soon as he was alone with Max, she climbed into the vacated front seat to stare sullenly out the window.  “I miss Win,” she muttered under her breath and Billy’s expression darkened, his gaze flicking to her as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“Yeah?  Well, whose fault is it she’s gone?” he asked, a dangerous edge to his low voice.

Max’s head swiveled toward him, her mouth falling open incredulously.  “You’re joking, right?” she scoffed, her blue eyes narrowing.

“If you hadn’t snuck out that night, we wouldn’t have had to go looking for you, and none of it would have happened!” Billy growled, seething as the emotions hit him afresh–like an old wound that had never fully healed.

Max snorted, sharp and derisive.  “No, if you hadn’t attacked Lucas and Steve, then she’d still be here.  She left because of you!”

Billy’s eyes flashed wildly, his rage surging to the surface.

“Listen here, you little shit–!” he snapped, ready to lash out, to grab her coat and shake, when it hit him, and he froze, his hand tightening on the steering wheel instead.

What would she think if she were here?  If she saw this?

The rest of his words died on his tongue and he shot Max one more tense glare before returning his eyes to the road, feeling her surprised gaze on him as he turned away.

“It wasn’t my fault,” he muttered stubbornly, despite starting to wonder, if maybe it was.

—

April 1985

Billy tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in time to the music blaring through his speakers as he tore down the road, barely noticing his date in the seat next to him.

“Where’re we going?  I thought the turn off to the lake was back there,” she said suddenly, tugging at Billy’s sleeve and he glanced over.

“I gotta top off the tank first,” he replied, turning instead into the drive of the nearest gas station and pulling up in front of the pump.

“Ohh,” the girl exclaimed and Billy wasted no time in getting out and opening his gas cap and grabbing the nozzle.

As it began to pump, he leaned back against the side of the Camaro, letting his gaze travel aimlessly.  Movement inside the convenience store window caught his attention and he froze when he realized the girl working behind the counter was none other than Win.

When had she started working there? He wondered, giving a jolt as the pump kicked off.

Shaking himself, Billy slipped his confident mask back in place and closed up the gas cap.

“I’m gunna go pay, you want anything?” he asked, leaning into the window.

“Uhm, maybe a soda,” his date replied, though she sounded unsure and Billy fought the urge to roll his eyes.

Pushing away from the car, he sauntered into the building, squinting slightly against the harsh fluorescence as the door chimed and swung shut behind him.  He didn’t glance at the counter as he strode to the back toward the row of coolers, playing it cool, as if he hadn’t noticed her on the way in.

Grabbing a couple cans of Coke, he ambled back to the cash register, setting the pop down and leaning against the edge of the counter.

“When’d you start working here?” he asked, tossing a pack of gum next to the cans.

Win’s eyes flicked from Billy to the counter before they went toward the window to peer at the Camaro, no doubt noticing the passenger.  However, if she felt any way about it, she didn’t show it, her mouth staying in a straight line.

“Week ago,” she said curtly, punching in the amount he owed for gas.  “That all?” she asked, eyes flicking back to him.

Billy’s tongue ran across the seam of his lips before he let out a sigh.  “Pack of Marlboro Reds,” he answered and Win nodded, reaching above her to snatch a packet from behind the counter.

“Taking her out to the lake?” she asked, almost hesitantly, and Billy froze as he was counting out his money, her sudden inquiry taking him by surprise.  

Before he could answer, the door chimed and Win’s gaze swung past him, but she didn’t greet whoever had entered.  Glancing behind him, Billy groaned softly when he noticed it was his date.

“What’s taking so long, Billy?” she whined, sidling up next to him at the counter, her pout disappearing as she noticed the drinks and she reached across him to grab the closet can and crack it open, bringing it to her lips with a flirty moan.

“You haven’t paid for that!” Win snapped and the girl frowned.

“He was just about to, what’s your damage?”

Win didn’t reply, merely snatching the money from Billy’s hand and punching the buttons on the cash register with a scowl on her face.  “So I take it that’s a yes?” she muttered, her focus on counting out his change.

“What’s it matter to you?” Billy huffed, an edge creeping into his voice.

She was the one who’d broken up with him, was already fucking some other guy and now had the gall to be jealous he was on a date?

“Thought you were foolin’ around with Munson now,” he muttered sullenly.

Win’s eyes hardened and she clutched his change as if holding it hostage.  “I told you it wasn’t like that,” she argued and Billy scoffed, rolling his eyes.  

“Like I believe that.”

“I’m not sleeping with Eddie, you ass!” Win cried, practically throwing his money at him, hurt flickering in her eyes, and Billy felt like he’d been kicked in the stomach, knowing she was telling the truth.

“Billy, c’mon–!” his date whined, tugging impatiently at his arm, tired of waiting, but he was rooted in place, his mouth opening silently, unable to formulate the words he wanted to say.

I’m sorry, I didn’t know.

I only want you.

But the moment was over and Win raised her eyebrows at him expectantly.  “What’re you waiting for?” she spat and Billy’s mouth snapped shut, his jaw clenching.

“Let’s get out of here,” he muttered, giving Win one last unreadable look before letting his date pull him toward the door.

“What was that about?” she asked as they climbed back in the Camaro.  “It seemed like you knew her.”

“Forget about it,” he huffed, not in the mood to explain it to her, peeling out of the gas station with his gaze in the rearview mirror, as if he’d catch one last sight of her.

There was only one other car parked near the edge of the lake when they arrived and Billy kept his distance, parking as far away as he could for privacy.  A Blondie song started playing on the radio and he quickly changed the station, not needing another reminder of Win in that moment.  He very nearly changed his mind, suggesting they go do something else until his date reached across the console, her palm cupping his bulge and he groaned – it had been too long since he’d felt a touch other than his own, and his cock stirred eagerly.

His date wet her lips as she worked to free his throbbing length.  “I wondered just how big you are,” she purred and Billy groaned louder when her hand wrapped around his base.  “Oh fuck, you’re so sexy, Billy,” she exclaimed, but he was tired of her voice and he could think of better things her mouth could be doing.

Placing his hand on the back of her head, he forced her face down, hissing as her lips wrapped around him and her warm tongue curled around his length.  When she began to move, swallowing more of him into her warm mouth, Billy’s mind when blank, and soon he was bucking up into her as he held her in place, gagging on his dick.

“Fuck,” he growled, growing close, his cock swelling as he hit the back of her throat.  “Oh fuck, Win–” he moaned as he came, filling the girl’s mouth suddenly.  For a moment he didn’t realize his slip up, his head still hazy.

“What did you call me?” his date asked, leaning out the open window to spit.  “Did you just call me some other girl’s name?” she demanded and Billy cringed, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.

“Shit…” he hissed under his breath, not even bothering to deny it.  He couldn’t even remember her actual name. Heaving a weary sigh, he reached for his fresh pack of cigarettes, already past caring.

“It was her, wasn’t it?” the girl exclaimed, gaping at him.  “The girl from the gas station.”

Billy ignored her, lighting the cigarette perched between his lips and flicking his lighter shut with a snap.

“You’re a pig!” she spat, bristling with anger.

Billy snorted softly, blowing out a stream of smoke.  “Yeah, what else is new?” he huffed, sounding bored.  “I’ll take you home.”

The fact that he barely reacted only fanned the girl’s anger and she seethed as he put the car in gear and pulled away from the lake.

She didn’t even give that great of head, not like–

Billy’s jaw tensed, stopping the thought right there.  He began to wonder if he’d ever be free of her.

—

Late May, 1985

“Billy, you out here?”

Neil Hargrove’s voice was sharp, even over the radio playing atop the workbench in the corner and Billy scowled, pushing himself out from under his car to answer his father, sitting up and reaching for the already grimy shop rag laying nearby to wipe his hands on.

“Yeah, what is it?” he asked, frowning as Neil turned his music down.

His father’s disdainful gaze swept the messy garage before fixing on Billy.  “You know graduation’s coming up,” he said, planting his hands on his hips.

“Yeah, and–?” Billy prompted impatiently.

His father’s expression hardened.  “And you’d better have a plan.”

“A plan for what?” Billy scoffed, earning a second warning look.

“For what you’re going to do after you graduate.  You can’t just laze around here aimlessly like you have been.”

“I’ve already got a plan,” Billy muttered and Neils’ eyebrows rose.

“Oh, you do, do you?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, I said I did, didn’t I?” Billy snapped, pushing himself up to shut the Camaro’s hood.

“Watch your tone,” Neil warned, pointing a stern finger at him and Billy forced himself to take a deep breath to keep from snapping back.  “I hope for your sake you’re taking this seriously,” Neil added, heading back toward the door to the house, his hand resting on the doorknob.

“Because once you graduate, I’m giving you a week before I stop paying for your gas, so you better have a job by then.”

“What?” Billy exclaimed, his brows furrowing at the unfairness of it.

Neil snorted, pushing the door open.  “Unless you want to keep driving your sister around, like a good brother.”

Knowing that was the last thing Billy would want to do, Neil gave him one last pointed look before climbing the steps into the house, leaving Billy to fume.

Of course he was planning on finding a job, he’d even applied at a few places, only to not hear back from any of them and he was running out of time, graduation only a week away. That gave him two weeks before he was cut off.

Grabbing his keys, he jumped into the Camaro, peeling out of the driveway, a scowl marring his features.  Cranking his music up, he began to scan the business fronts along the main drag for ‘Help Wanted’ signs.  There were a few places he hadn’t applied yet, but working at a fast food joint was about the last place Billy wanted be stuck working.

Deciding to keep looking, he pulled off the main strip and circled down the side street toward the park, passing the gas station Win worked at.  He half wondered if he should apply there, just to spite her, before shaking the thought away.

They’d been broken up for nearly six months now and he still couldn’t keep his thoughts from her; did he really want to make things harder for himself?

What more did he have to do to get over her?

Suddenly, a sign out front of the Hawkins Community Pool caught his eye and he pulled into the half empty parking lot.  It looked like they were getting ready for their summer season which started June 1st, just a week away.

Billy gave one look at the ‘Seasonal Help Wanted: lifeguard and swimming instructor positions available, apply within’ sign and grinned to himself, feeling his luck begin to turn around.

After all, he’d always been a strong swimmer.

—

July 1st, 1985

Pushing open the changing room door, Billy brought his cigarette to his lips for one last drag as he let his gaze travel across the packed pool before snubbing it out against the rough brick of the building.  Sauntering out from under the shaded awning he passed Heather as she headed inside for her break, flashing him a smile he didn’t return.  

As he headed for the vacated lifeguard tower, he felt eyes on him and he turned his attention to the row of sunbathing women as he passed.

“Afternoon, ladies,” he greeted, flashing a grin that took in all of them, though one in particular caught his eye.

“Afternoon Billy,” they responded collectively, sitting up straighter in their lounge chairs.

“Diggin’ the suit, Mrs. Wheeler,” he exclaimed, letting his eyes flick up and down her magenta and teal one piece.

The woman preened at his praise, her face flushing slightly.  “Thank you, Billy,” she purred and he grinned to himself, pushing his aviators up on his nose.

A sudden flash of movement across the pool caught his attention and Billy brought his whistle to his lips, letting out a quick shrill blast, stopping the running kid in his tracks.

“HEY, LARD ASS!” he bellowed.  “NO RUNNING ON MY WATCH!”  The kid shrunk in on himself as everyone in the pool seemed to stop what they were doing to stare at him. 

“I gotta tell you again, you're banned for life!” Billy continued, wanting to drive the point home.  “Do you wanna get banned for life, lard ass?” he asked and the kid quickly shook his head. “Good.  Didn’t think so,” Billy muttered, giving another sharp whistle, signaling everyone to resume their activities, and the sounds of screaming and splashing returned, filling the air as he climbed the tower, taking his place overlooking the pool.

Though he kept his gaze on the swimmers, he could still feel eyes on his back and he grinned to himself.  Ever since he’d started working at the community pool, he’d been especially popular with the older women, and he had to say, he didn’t really mind.  It was a nice change of pace from the insecure, inexperienced high school girls he’d tried going out with since his and Win’s split.

If he could bag a cougar, maybe he’d finally get her out of his head once and for all.

A shrill whistle cut through his thoughts and he glanced at the large clock on the wall by the changing rooms and he brought his own whistle to his lips to signal it was time for adult swim.  The pool cleared, the younger children disappointedly climbing out of the water to grab their towels and find a place to sit off to the side while a few of the older women lounging nearby slipped into the pool for a swim.

Billy let his gaze follow one swimmer in particular.  Mrs. Wheeler’s languid backstroke across the pool seemed almost designed to catch his eye and he let out an amused breath.  It seemed that no matter how mature they got, there was one thing all women seemed to have in common when it came to him – they were all desperate, practically throwing themselves at him, and he could work with that.

Win hadn’t.  That’s what you liked about her.

Billy scowled at the invasive thought and forced it out of his head, turning his focus instead on formulating a plan.

By the time adult swim was over, Heather was back to swap him places and he made his way toward Mrs. Wheeler as she emerged from the pool, her hair slicked back and her colourful makeup somehow still in place after her swim.

“Looking good out there, Mrs. Wheeler,” he drawled, handing her a fresh towel to dry off with.  “Perfect form,” he added and she averted her eyes shyly.

“Thank you.  But your form is amazing,” she added and Billy couldn’t help but bark a chuckle which seemed to fluster her further.

“I mean, I’ve just seen you teaching… uh, lessons, swimming lessons,” she quickly amended, practically stumbling over her words.

She was exactly where Billy wanted her.

“You know, I could, uh, I could teach you, if you like.  I know all the styles,” he drawled, bringing a strip of gum to his lips as he listed them off, “backstroke, butterfly, breaststroke.”

“Oh–” At his words Mrs. Wheeler actually dropped her towel and Billy smirked as he bent to grab it, handing it back.  

“You okay?” he asked, knowing full well the effect he had on her.

“Y-yeah,” she assured him, clearly trying to regain her composure.  “I just–I didn’t think you taught adults,” she stammered.

“Well you know, not usually, but sometimes I offer advanced lessons to… select clientele,” he drawled, leaning in closer.  “Come to think of it, there is a good pool out at, uh, Motel 6 on Cornwallis,” he mused, slowly chewing his gum, letting his tongue swipe pointedly across his bottom lip.  “It’s very quiet.  Y’know, very… private,” he added, watching Mrs. Wheeler’s eyes widen and her lips part as his insinuation sank in.

“Oh–” she breathed again, her gaze quickly dropping.

“Shall we say, tonight?  Eight o’clock?” he pressed and she gaped at him a moment longer before hastily shaking her head.

“I can’t–”

“Can’t what?  Have any fun?” he asked, his smirk widening at her flustered reaction.  

“I-I just, uh, I don’t think I need any lessons.  Besides, I thought you had a–” she stammered, trailing off, unable to finish the sentence, to voice the words.

“A girlfriend?” he finished for her, his chest tightening at the thought.  “Unfortunately, we’re no longer together,” he muttered, his eyes darkening for a moment before his grin was back.  “But you see, I think you do need lessons,” he insisted, pushing past any lingering doubts.  “I just don’t think you’ve had the right teacher,” he drawled, smacking his gum, knowing by the look on her face that he finally had her.

“It’ll be the workout of your life.” 

—

His shift over, Billy made his way to the convenience store across the street.  The door chimed behind him as he strode inside, making a b-line for the coolers at the back before heading to the counter where Beck leaned, talking to Win behind the counter.

As he approached, the two girls went silent.

“What are you doing here?” Win asked, while Beck directed an unimpressed glare at him.

“That how you treat all your customers?” he chuckled, setting down the bottle of water he’d grabbed and leaning against the counter.

“No, only the assholes,” Win huffed, ringing up his purchase.

Billy clicked his tongue.  “Need to work on your customer service, Winnie.”

“And maybe you should get lost,” Beck replied defensively, glaring at him sharply.

Billy raised his hands in surrender.  “No need to get so hostile,” he drawled, smacking his gum, and Win rolled her eyes.

“You know, the reason I specifically applied for this job was because it was on the opposite side of town from you, and you just had to go and ruin it by getting a job right across the street,” she muttered, shoving his drink into his hands.

“Seeing my face bothers you that much, does it?” he asked, his lips twitching in amusement.  “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re still hung up on me,” he taunted, his eyes crinkling as his grin grew.

“Kinda seems the other way round to me,” Beck pointed out and Billy snorted heavily through his nose.

“Hate to break it to you, ladies, but I actually need to go.  I’ve got a hot date tonight, with an older woman,” he emphasized.  Running his tongue along the inside of his teeth, Billy’s gaze flicked expectantly to Win’s face, watching for the flash of jealousy he hoped would appear.

She was getting better at hiding it, but he knew what to look for, catching a glimpse of it in her stormy eyes, despite her otherwise level expression.  His victory was short lived, however, as moments later a tense grin curled Win’s lips.

“Hope you can actually remember her name this time,” she mocked, cocking an eyebrow at him, and Billy’s grin faltered.  

How could she have known about that?

Win’s smug smirk chaffed, but he couldn’t let her know that.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, we won’t be doing a lot of talking,” he said instead, fixing his grin back in place, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing him rattled.  Winking at her, he nodded cheekily to Beck before pushing off the counter and striding out the door.  

However, as he headed home to get ready, he couldn’t help but dwell on how good the familiar banter had felt.  It reminded him too much of when they’d first met.

—

Billy’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel in time to the music as the dark Indiana landscape whipped by and he caught his reflection in the rearview mirror, a grin tugging at his lips.  

“Hey Karen,” he spoke aloud, practicing his greeting, his tongue wetting his lips as his gaze flicked to the road and back.  “You don’t mind if I call you Karen, do you?” he asked, wondering what she’d be wearing, if she had any sexy lingerie.

But the more he said her name, the stranger it sounded in his ears, the unfamiliar name feeling wrong on his tongue, and for a brief moment his grin slipped and doubt began to seep in.

Maybe he shouldn’t be doing this.

Before he could think too hard about it, however, a dark shape streaked in front of the car, smashing into the windshield inches from his face with a sickening crack.  A surprised cry burst from his lips and he frantically cranked the wheel, reacting a fraction of a second too late and swerving out of control, the Camaro doing a one eighty before skidding sideways off the road in a spray of gravel, stopped only by a telephone pole, the passenger door taking the brunt of the force.

Unable to brace for the sudden impact, Billy was thrown to the side, his head smacking against the driver’s side window and pain bloomed behind his eyes.  For a moment his vision swam and it took several seconds for the world to stop spinning.  Grimacing against the throbbing pain, Billy reached up to feel his temple, his fingers coming away bloody.

“Shit,” he hissed as he looked up at the windshield, the glass a spiderweb of cracks radiating from the spot whatever it had been had hit.  Probably some sort of deer with how big it had looked.  Unbuckling his seat belt, Billy pushed the door open and groaned as he practically fell out, pushing himself unsteadily to his feet.

“Fuck.  Fuck fuck fuck!” he growled as he circled the car to take in the damage.

Steam leaked from the hood and the passenger door was completely dented in from where it had connected with the pole.

“Piece of fucking shit,” he muttered, kicking the tire in frustration.  Frowning, he noticed a strange clear substance smeared across the windshield and leaned in to touch it, finding it slimy.  A rustling in the bushes nearby caught his attention and Billy hastily straightened, his gaze sweeping the circle of light cast by the lamp affixed to the pole overhead.

“Who’s there?” he called, hating the way his voice wavered.  A faint chittering sound filled his ears, seemed to come from everywhere at once, but as he narrowed his eyes, peering into the darkness to seek out its source, something wrapped round his ankle and yanked, pulling him off his feet.

Billy’s alarmed cry cut short as he hit the ground hard, knocking the wind from his lungs, and terror flooded him as he was suddenly hauled backward, dragged across the gravel toward the abandoned iron mill.

Clawing at anything he could reach, he caught the edge of the door frame he’d been pulled through, his fingers biting into the worn wood as he tried to hold on, his fingers slipping.  A frantic shout burned his throat, and then he was engulfed by darkness, his grip giving way.

Billy’s screams echoed in his ears, and when he finally hit solid ground, he let out a choked sob, trying to catch his breath, only to cough as the thick blanket of dust he’d stirred up filled his lungs.  A sound in the dark overhead made him scramble back, his eyes darting around the large empty room as his pulse pounded in his ears.

He knew he wasn’t alone, but it wasn’t until a massive fleshy shape loomed above him and moved into the moonlight that Billy truly saw what he was up against.  His terror filled scream was cut short as a clawed tentacle whipped out of the darkness, attaching to his face and forcing his mouth open. 

What came after felt like a nightmare and Billy passed in and out of consciousness, certain this was how he was to die as the thing filled him.

When he opened his eyes, he jolted upright, gasping a panicked breath.  The tentacle was gone, but he could still sense the hulking presence in the dark and he didn’t waste any time.  

He ran.

Billy's lungs burned as he fled the building, tripping up the metal staircase he’d been dragged down moments ago.  Bursting out into the night, he clawed open the Camaro’s door and turned the key, frantically looking over his shoulder as he urged the engine to turn over.  As soon as it roared to life, he floored it, spraying stones as his wheel’s sought traction.

Noticing a lone payphone not far down the road, Billy swerved, throwing his door open as soon as he parked, not bothering to turn the Camaro off before rushing to the phone booth.  Grabbing the receiver, he punched in 911, glancing back over his shoulder, half afraid of seeing the silhouette of the thing from the iron mill.

After several rings, the line clicked and the operator’s voice in his ear sent a premature rush of relief through him.

“Yes?  Hello?” he exclaimed, his head snapping up as the small light above his head flickered and went out, the line going dead.

His breath heavy, Billy looked helplessly at the silent phone receiver in his hand, a sense of dread creeping back in, and when he turned around to step out of the booth, he knew something was very wrong.

An eerie flash of red lightning branched through the sky overhead, though no thunder followed it and he nearly tripped over the dark vines that covered the pavement.  In the distance, a shadowy group of figures approached, silhouetted by the silent lightning while what looked like ash fell from the sky, landing on his jacket and in his hair.

“What do you want?” he called, frozen in place as the figures neared, walking down the desolate road toward him.  “I said, what do you want?” Billy repeated, his hands trembling at his sides.

Suddenly the hoard stopped and one lone figure stepped forward. 

Billy’s eyes widened in horror as he stared back at a mirror image of himself.

“I want you to build.”

His doppleganger’s voice sounded like his, but strange, almost monotone, another voice overlapping his, giving it weight.

“What do you mean?  Build what?” Billy exclaimed, trying to make sense of the strange vision.

“I want you to build what you see,” the shadowy Billy repeated slowly and Billy frowned, shaking his head.

“I don’t understand.  I don’t understand what you mean!” he cried.

When he blinked it was all gone.  Everything was back as it was and he heaved a shaky breath, wetting his lips.  He could try redialing 911, but what would he tell them?  That he’d been attacked by a monster and was seeing things?  They’d have him committed.

Getting back in the Camaro, he gripped the wheel with shaking hands and started to drive, heading for the only place he could think of that felt safe.

Pulling up to the dark curb, he stumbled up the walk, shivering beneath his leather jacket.  The front door loomed in front of him and he began to knock, his fist pounding frantically against the solid wood.

Inside, a light switched on moments before the door flew open and Billy let out a sob of relief at the sight of Win standing there, the light behind her framing her form.

“Billy, what–?” 

Her demand cut short with a gasp as Billy staggered into the light and she got a better look at him.

“Billy, what happened to you?” she exclaimed, her voice laced with concern as he nearly collapsed into her arms, relief finally spreading through him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.”

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Valentine's Headcanons | Lewgrove ❤︎

❥ Billy’s not exactly the romantic type, and at first glance, you wouldn’t think Win would be either, but she’s a closet romantic.

❥ She loves being swept off her feet, wined and dined and treated like a princess, all that cliche stuff, but what she loves the most is when it comes from the heart.

❥ Usually Billy loves taking her out on the town to show her off, but for Valentine’s Day he takes her for a drive in the Camaro, just the two of them.

❥ They stop out in the middle of nowhere, breaking into this little abandoned cabin where they have an impromptu picnic of chips and beer and whatever snacks they bought from the nearby gas station.

❥ Win turns on the radio they found and starts dancing, trying to get Billy to get up and dance with her. Eventually, he gives in and sways with her for one slow song.

❥ Without anyone else around they can just let loose and be a little silly, not having to worry about their reputations or how cool they look, and Win does something to make Billy laugh, like a full bodied belly laugh, the likes of which she’s never heard from him before and she just stops and stares at him in awe, realizing how in love with him she is.

“I’ve never heard you laugh like that before,” Win marveled, collapsing to the ground next to Billy. “Yeah well, never felt safe enough to let loose like that before,” he mumbled, clearing his throat as glanced away, his face warming in embarrassment, but Win caught his chin, turning his face back to her. “That’s it. That’s all I want,” she murmured, running her fingertips over the slope of his nose and down his lips, and Billy frowned in confusion. “What d’yeh mean?” “For Valentine’s Day. That was the perfect gift,” she said, a soft smile gracing her features. “I think that’s my favourite sound in the whole world,” she whispered, resting her chin against his chest. Billy let out a huff, wrinkling his nose as he shook his head fondly, pushing her bangs from her eyes. “Sounds like kinda a lame gift to me, but if you like it so much…” he teased, his lips quirking. “Happy Valentine’s day, babe. There’s no where else I’d rather be than right here with you.”

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Sick Day

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 487 words

⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, win’s sick and billy takes care of her

⇾ a/n. i’m sick myself atm and wanted something cute and fluffy to take my mind off how awful i feel

—

“Hey, what’re you doing up?” Billy exclaimed when he heard Win shuffle into the cramped kitchen.

“I was gunna make some tea—“ she began, pointing to the kettle on the stove, her voice hoarse and scratchy.

Billy gave her a level look. “What’d I tell you? If you need something, tell me and I’ll get it for you,” he said, twisting the knob for the burner beneath the kettle before rounding the counter to haul Win back to the bedroom.

“You gotta stay under the blankets til your fever breaks,” he huffed, lifting her easily despite her weak protests and gently laying her down, plying her with blankets before lowering himself to the edge of the bed.

“I know, but—“

“Quit being stubborn, Winnie,” Billy snapped, cutting her off before letting out a sigh and softening. “Look, I know you can take care of yourself, but you don’t have to,” he murmured, pushing her damp bangs from her forehead to feel her temperature. “That’s what I’m here for,” he said gently, leaning in to press his lips to the top of her head.

“I know, but I don’t want to inconvenience you…” Win whispered, her eyes not quite meeting his and Billy clicked his tongue.

“Stop that,” he said firmly. “You’re not an inconvenience. I want to take care of you,” he insisted, his blue eyes watching her gently.

Win made a sound in her throat, her lips pouting slightly. “But I look so gross right now,” she muttered, her words making Billy snort softly.

“You’re just as beautiful as always.”

“Yeah, okay,” she huffed doubtfully, rolling her eyes and quickly covering her mouth to cough. “My hair’s a mess, I’m sweaty and clammy, and my nose is all red,” she argued, her voice nasally.

Despite all that, Billy grinned. “Yeah, so? Doesn’t make me any less attracted to you,” he pointed out, caressing her cheek.

“Ugh, why are you so sweet?” she sighed, her eyelids fluttering weakly.

Before Billy could answer, the kettle began to whistle and he stood, going to take it off the heat. When he returned with her mug of steaming hot tea, she pushed herself up to accept it, letting out a cracked moan as she took a sip.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her gaze flicking up to his. “And thank you for taking care of me. I’ve… forgotten what that feels like,” she admitted, clearing her throat, letting the warmth from the mug seep into her hands.

“I’ll always take care of you, baby,” Billy breathed, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Whether you want me to or not,” he added, his lips twitching slightly.

“Good,” she said, tugging him back down to the bed. “Cause I think I could use some extra warmth,” she teased.

“Oh, you do, do you?” Billy laughed, carefully laying next to her, wrapping her up in his arms.

“Mhmm, and you’re better than any blanket.”

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i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) [b.h]

two. | 'sheet-faced'

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 2.9k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, suggestive themes, alcohol/underage drinking

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It seemed that Tina had forgiven Win for flirting with Billy his first day in Hawkins, but Vicki certainly had not, glaring her down as she climbed into Tina’s car the next morning.  

Dying to ask Vicki how her ride home with Billy had gone, Win bit the inside of her cheek, resisting the urge as she buckled her seatbelt.  Honestly, she didn’t really care if Vicki ever spoke to her again or not, but for Tina’s sake, she held her tongue, not wanting to create too much drama and lose her own ride to and from school.

Pulling into the dusty parking lot, it seemed Tina was purposefully searching for Billy’s Camaro, hoping to once more park nearby and get another show as he walked by.  This time when he pulled up, however, Win noticed a young girl with long red hair quickly jump out of the passenger seat and skate away without a backward glance.

A sister? she thought, though they didn’t seem to look anything alike.  Before she could spend too much time wondering, Billy’s car door slammed shut, pulling her attention.

“Hey there ladies,” he greeted, flashing them a smile that seemed directed at Win more so than the other two.

“Hey Billy!” Tina and Vicki exclaimed almost in tandem, however, preening at his attention.

“Hargrove,” Win replied curtly.

Billy smirked at her cool reception.  “You’ll warm up to me, sooner or later, Lewis,” he chuckled smugly, walking on ahead, his long strides leaving the girls behind. “You keep thinking that,” Win muttered, rolling her eyes, though she didn’t hate watching him leave, even if she knew it was a calculated move on his part.

—

This time, at lunch, Billy was waiting by the bleachers when Win arrived, leaning back, his arms crossed nonchalantly over his chest. “There you are, thought you wouldn’t show up,” he said, pushing off the wall to block her way. “What’re you doing here?” she asked, staring up at him defiantly.

“I know you overheard my conversation the other day,” he said, cocking an eyebrow at her.  “It took me a second to figure out where you could have been hiding, and then it came to me.”

“Yeah, and?”  Win countered, not backing down.  “Oh, did you not want me to repeat what I heard?  At least I didn’t tell Vicki you think she’s a cow,” she snorted, placing a cigarette between her lips and lighting it, blowing the smoke in his face.

Billy watched her for a second, not responding.  Without warning he snatched the cigarette from her fingers and brought it to his own lips, tilting his head back when she reached for it, her brows pinching in frustration.

“Give that back.”

“I don’t think I will,” Billy replied, letting it dangle from his lips as he talked.

Frowning, Win relented, instead pulling her pack back out to get a fresh one.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Billy exclaimed, grabbing the box as well and holding it above his head with a smirk.

“C’mon asshole, give it back!” Win snapped, pressing against him as she stretched on her tiptoes to reach for it, her fingers barely brushing the bottom of the box.

“You want it?” Billy taunted, rattling the crumpled pack tantalizingly while pulling the lit cigarette from his lips and blowing out the stream of smoke, carefully directing it away from Win’s face.

“Billy–” Win warned, hating the petulant note that entered her voice.

Billy’s eyes lit up at the sound of his name on her lips and a smug smirk crossed his face.  Relenting, he finally let her snatch the cigarette back from his hand, watching her take a long drag.  Snorting softly, he took a fresh smoke from her pack before handing it back to her.

Win watched him with narrowed eyes, stuffing the box back into her pocket.  “So, you and Vicki, huh?” she asked wryly, wanting to needle him.  “Have fun driving her home yesterday?”

Billy rolled his eyes.  “Oh loads of fun,” he answered dryly, his voice thick with sarcasm.  “Why, you jealous?” he asked, raising a curious brow at her.

“Not in the least.”

“Somehow I don’t believe that.”

Win shrugged.  “Believe what you like.”  She took another drag off her half smoked cigarette.  

“I’d much rather drive you home.”

“I’m sure you would.  Too bad, I already have a ride,” Win countered, watching him from the corner of her eye.

“Yeah, I saw.  But if you ever decide to upgrade, the offer’s there.”

“Speaking of rides,” Win said, keen to direct the subject away from herself. “Who’s that kid that you drive to school?” she asked, remembering the redhead from earlier and Billy’s expression twisted.  

“My pain in the ass step sister,” he answered reluctantly.  “We’re not related,” he scowled, his blue eyes turning hard as he pointed his cigarette at her, as if to drive the point home.  

Win held her hands up defensively.  “Never said you were.”

A moment went by and Win flicked her spent cigarette away, crushing it with her heel.

“You going to that dumb excuse for a party tomorrow night?” Billy asked suddenly, breaking the silence. “Yeah, I’ll be there,” she answered, shoving her hands in her pockets.

“Then maybe it’ll be worth going to,” Billy murmured, dropping his own cigarette as the bell rang.  “Can’t wait t’see what you dress up as,” he smirked before walking away.

“Asshole,” Win muttered under her breath before walking in the opposite direction, but she found herself half hoping he’d show up, if only because it might make things entertaining.

—

The night of the party, Win took her time getting ready–it wouldn’t do to arrive too early.  No, she wanted to be fashionably late.  She’d been to plenty of house parties in the city, but this was her first in Hawkins and she wanted to make an entrance.

Grinning at her reflection in the mirror, she slipped her leather jacket on and adjusted the collar.  

“Perfect,” she murmured under her breath, turning this way and that to admire herself.  The thrifted jacket looked just like Mad Max’s once she’d made her alterations.  Now she just had to complete the look.

Snatching her father’s keys from the bowl on his bedside table, she made her way to the garage, electricity thrumming through her as she climbed behind the wheel of his black Chevelle.

“Hello, old friend,” she murmured, running her hands over the smooth wooden steering wheel before twisting the key in the ignition.  The engine rumbled to life and she pressed her foot to the pedal, revving the motor loudly.

“Time to fucking party,” she breathed, turning up the radio and pulling out of the garage.

The streets in town were already teeming with costumed kids, screaming and laughing as they moved in hoards from house to house, buckets and pillow cases full of candy in hand.  Win cruised past, windows down, her music spilling out into the street, and when she pulled up in front of Tina’s house, people took notice.

“Holy shit, you actually drove it!” Tina exclaimed, hurrying down the sidewalk as Win threw the car in park and got out.

“I mean, I had to, right?” Win replied with a smirk.

“Guess who’s here!” Tina exclaimed in a hushed voice as they made their way back up toward the house.

“I dunno, who?” Win asked dryly, knowing exactly who her friend was so excited about.

“Hey Lewis, nice ride,” Billy’s voice called amidst the crowd on the lawn, answering her question for Tina.

“Thanks,” Win replied, finding him leaning in the doorway, flanked by Tommy Hagan, Carol, and Vicki, who sneered at Win.

“Thought you weren’t allowed to drive daddy’s car.”

“What my dad don’t know won’t hurt him,” Win countered, holding Vicki’s glare.

Billy, on the other hand, seemed impressed.  “Win Lewis is a badass,” he drawled, looking her up and down as he took a drag from the cigarette in his hand.

Win flashed him a wry smile–as if that wasn’t the impression she’d been going for when she’d set out for the night.

“So, who you supposed to be?” he asked, gesturing to her getup and Win planted her hands on her hips.  

“Mad Max, and you?  Wait, lemme guess… douchebag in leather jacket?” she ventured sarcastically.

Billy snorted.  “I’m obviously The Terminator.”

Win looked him up and down, her gaze sliding over his bare chest beneath his open leather jacket.  “Maybe I shoulda been Sarah Connor instead,” she teased, bringing a grin to Billy’s lips.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m rather parched,” she said decidedly, slipping past him into the house, feeling his eyes on her as she went.  She found Holly by the punch bowl, sighing as she watched Steve dance with Nancy nearby.

“How long you gunna pine after him for?” she asked, startling her friend who nearly dropped her cup.

“I can’t help it, he’s just too beautiful,” Holly exclaimed, tearing her gaze from Harrington for a moment to look at Win.  “Speaking of, you look great!” she cried.

“Thanks,” Win laughed, searching through the mess of bottles on the counter for some whiskey. 

“Did you see Billy yet?” Holly asked, her gaze once more seeking Steve out.

“Yeah, ran into him on the way in.  Why?”

Holly gave her a knowing look.  “No reason,” she quipped, taking a sip of punch.  “I heard he was gunna try to break Steve’s keg stand record.”

“Oh, really?”

“I hope he doesn’t.”

Win rolled her eyes, patting her friend on the shoulder before slipping back into the crowd to dance for a bit.  It wasn’t long however, before a commotion on the front lawn caught her attention and she moved toward one of the front windows.  Outside, Tommy and one of the guys from the wrestling team were lifting Billy’s legs, hoisting him up as he grasped the side of the keg with one hand and the tap with the other, bringing the hose to his mouth.

The crowd gathered on the lawn began to count, cheering him on as he began to chug.  Win caught sight of Vicki, Tina, and Carol in the front and she let out a soft snort, shaking her head as she rolled her eyes.  Of course they’d be right there.

As the count grew higher, the crowd cheered louder.  

“Forty one, forty two!” Tommy yelled before Billy finally tapped out.

Landing back on his feet, he let out a victory yell, spraying beer in the air and down his front, his chest shining wetly in the moonlight.

“THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT, HAWKINS!” he crowed, retrieving his lit cigarette from Tommy while the others cheered his name, clapping him on the back.

When Win saw him heading back toward the house, she quickly ducked away from the window, not wanting him to know she’d been watching.

Stepping through the front door, Billy’s gaze surveyed the room and Win half wondered if he were searching for her, but as soon as Tommy and his other lackeys joined him, Billy made a B-line straight to Steve who was standing nearby with Nancy.

“Looks like we’ve got a new Keg King, Harrington,” Tommy sneered, stepping into Steve’s space.

“Yeah, eat it, Harrington!” another guy exclaimed while Billy stood there smugly, his chest puffed out as he looked down his nose at Steve.

Steve, however, looked between the three and scoffed.  “Yeah, so?” he asked as if he should care.

“So, you’re not the king around here any more.  You’ve been dethroned,” Billy said in a low voice, leaning in menacingly.

“Whatever, man,” Steve countered, while disgusted, Nancy pushed past, heading straight for the punch bowl.

“I can’t believe Steve used to hang out with Tommy,” Holly muttered, once more appearing at Win’s side.  “It’s like he only started following Billy around to rub it in Steve’s face or something,” she mused disapprovingly.

Win took a sip of her drink, watching over the edge of her cup.  “I have a hard time picturing Steve like that.”

“I mean, he was never quite that bad, but… he did use to party more,” Holly replied.  “If you ask me, he’s changed for the better.”

Win felt eyes on her and as soon as she realized Billy was heading her way, she slipped back into the crowd heading in the opposite direction, leaving Holly standing there.

In fact, it seemed most of Win’s night was spent avoiding Billy.

After circling the house, she had just returned to the living room when someone ran straight into her, the drink in their hand splashing down her front.

“Hey, watch it!” she cried as the culprit recoiled, stumbling backwards.

“Sorry!  I’m so sorry–” Nancy Wheeler slurred, her glazed gaze sliding downward, realizing her own shirt was just as stained as Win’s.  

Win frowned, lifting her gaze to search for Nancy’s date.  “You better collect your girlfriend, Harrington!  I think she’s had enough!” she called over the music, her displeasure clear, and Nancy quickly covered her mouth with her hand as if ready to hurl.  Steve hurried over as Win pushed her way out of the crowd, in search of someplace quiet she could get cleaned up.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath as she slipped into the small bathroom tucked in the back of the house near the laundry room.  Looking in the mirror, she assessed the damage–her top was completely soaked, stained bright red from the punch Nancy’d been downing.  

At the sound of the door clicking open behind her, Win looked up sharply, finding herself face to face with Billy Hargrove’s reflection as he shut the door behind him and leaned back against it, his bare chest at eye level.

Not bothering to look back at him directly, she merely glanced at him in the mirror, his smug expression pricking her anger.  “What happen, you have a little accident?” he drawled, clearly amused by the situation.

“Nancy Wheeler spilled her fucking drink on me, that’s what happened,” Win snapped back, drying her hands on the towel on the counter.  “Do you mind?” she asked pointedly when Billy didn’t move.

“Not at all,” he replied, watching her expectantly, a shit eating grin on his face.

When it became clear he had no intention of leaving, Win set her jaw, staring him down in the mirror as she shrugged her jacket off and gripped the hem of her shirt, defiantly pulling it over her head–not wanting to lose this battle of wills.

Billy’s grin grew, his eyes trailing her dark bra and exposed midriff greedily.  “I must say, that’s certainly an improvement on your costume.”

Win snorted, grabbing her jacket as she finally turned to him.  “Yeah, now we match.”

“You know, I didn’t see you out there cheering me on earlier,” Billy said suddenly, blocking her exit with a frown.

Rolling her eyes, Win gave up trying to get past him and leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest.  “Yeah, guess I missed it.”

“I beat Harrington’s record,” he boasted, watching her expectantly.

“Congratulations,” she replied dryly.

“That’s it?” Billy scoffed.

Win frowned.  “What, you expect me to be impressed, Keg King?” she mocked.  “Sorry, but it takes a little more than that to get into my pants.”

“Yeah?” Billy asked, moving closer.  “What does it take?”

Win’s eyes met his as he stepped into her space.  This close she could feel his warmth radiating from him and she swallowed.

“Why don’t you go find Tina, or Vicki, or any of the other cows from school to fawn over you, cause I’m sure they’re dying for the opportunity,” she snapped instead, ignoring his question.

“What if I’m not interested in any of them?” Billy asked, leaning in closer still, one half gloved hand pressing to the mirror behind her back while the other lingered at her hip.

“What if I want you?”

Win’s breath hitched as his breath washed over her cheek and the heady scent of sweat and booze mixed with his cologne invaded her senses.

“You only want me because you can’t have me, and it’s driving you crazy,” she countered, anger and unwanted desire coursing through her.  

“I know exactly what you are, Billy Hargrove.  You are nothing but a playboy, and once you get what you want, you’ll move on to the next girl.  I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be just another conquest for you to brag about to your friends,” she hissed, not backing down.

Billy, however, only grinned in amusement.  “You can lie to yourself all you want, sweetheart, but I can see in your eyes just how much you want me,” he drawled, unphased by her words, his lidded gaze studying her face as if he could read her thoughts.

“It would be so easy to kiss you right now,” he chuckled, leaning in further still til his lips just barely brushed hers.  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

At his words, a shiver ran up her spine and Win closed her eyes, trying to ignore the insistent ache growing between her legs.  All she had to do was tilt her chin and capture his lips; just give in.

Groaning, she forced her eyes open.  

No, she couldn’t give the cocky bastard the satisfaction of having her that easily.

“Sorry Billy, I’m beat, maybe some other time,” she said, ducking under his arm and slipping out the door while his defenses were down.  “See you at school Monday!” she called over her shoulder, flashing him a triumphant grin.

Billy watched her go, an aggravated scowl marring his features.  “Can’t have you, huh?” he mused, losing sight of her as she melted into the crowd.  “We’ll see about that.”

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