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candyflossfairy · 1 year

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𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 — 𝟶𝟹

𝟶𝟹. — 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Eddie comes to check on you after you miss lunch.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 18+ only, nipple play, oral (f receiving), rutting, clothing play.

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2.2k

The next few days were a sort of blur. You worked, you packed things, and you moved them to the house — surprisingly, with the help of the boys. There was also re-recording their old songs with your vocals mixed in there, which was an interesting and new experience for you.

You felt a little weird, though. You and Steve hadn’t talked about what had happened between you at all. You were an adult, though. You were mature. It was probably just what it was, two adults helping each other out.

You couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever help each other out again, though.

Not that you would ask him that. You just hadn’t really been alone with him since, and he gave no indication that he was planning on being alone with you.

Also not that he seemed against being alone with you.

It was just weird.

You gave a frustrated noise, dropping back onto your bed.

You had been spending the morning organizing and decorating, needing some alone time. The boys were loud, rowdy, and they were always asking you questions. Which was nice, to an extent, to know that they were interested in you.

You were interested in them too.

However, they outnumbered you. Five to one. Three of them never stopped talking, and two barely spoke.

The three were more than enough for all five, though.

You checked the time. You needed to start packing. You were all getting in vans tomorrow to start the tour. You were excited and scared about it, but with the boys behind you, you knew you could do it.

There was a knock on your door and you sat up, smoothing your shirt out.

“Come in!” You called.

“Hey!” Eddie grinned at you, shutting the door behind him. “I come offering gifts!” He tossed you a soda and shook an unopened bag of chips in your direction. “You missed lunch.” He told you, taking a seat next to you on your bed.

Crap. You checked your watch.

“Sorry, lost track of time.” You smiled sheepishly.

“No biggie, I just wanted to make sure you ate something.” He smiled, popping open his coke and taking a drink.

You followed suit, popping the tab and taking a sip as he ripped open the chip bag.

You reached into it, grabbing a couple of chips and munching on them.

“So,” Eddie started, mouth full. “How are you settling in?”

If he wasn’t so cute, you’d find it gross. Really, you found it endearing.

“Good. It’s definitely different going from living alone to having five housemates, but it’s not bad.” Especially since you had your own space away from them.

“Good, we want you comfortable, you know?” He smiled at you.

You took a sip of your soda before nodding. “I appreciate that.”

You sat in silence for a few moments after that, both of you eating chips and sipping on your sodas. It wasn’t awkward, which was both good and interesting. You grabbed one last chip and licked your fingers clean, unaware of how hard Eddie was staring at you while you did it.

You took a sip of your soda before looking at him.

His cheeks were flushed pink, his hand hovering over the chip bag.

You raised an eyebrow. “What?” You asked.

“Nothing!” He said quickly, grabbing another chip and shoving it in his mouth.

“No… Eddie, what?” You laughed softly. “Is there something on my face?” You wiped at your lips with the back of your hand.

“N-no! Just—nothing, okay?” He huffed, crumpling the chip bag closed from the top.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Did I say something before?” You pressed.

“No, you didn’t say something before.” He mocked you, placing the chip bag next to him. You looked at the chip bag, then at his hand—fingers still covered in chip dust—before it clicked.

“Ohhhhh,” You nodded, “You’re a dirty, dirty boy, Eddie Munson.” You teased, brushing some of your hair back.

“What?! No, I didn’t—I wouldn’t—”

“Are you saying you wouldn’t fuck me if I asked?” You prompted innocently.

“What—? I mean— yeah if you asked but I would never even think about it if you didn’t ask!” He said quickly.

You laughed, “Calm down, I don’t think you’re a pervert for having thoughts. Everyone does.” You hummed, biting your lip.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah—I’ve had thoughts about you. Dreams too, actually.” You smiled at him.

“Dreams?” He whispered.

“Mhm!” You nodded.

“Wh—tell me about it?” He asked, his cheeks flushing.

“You wanna know?” You gently touched his shoulder. “I can tell you, if you tell me what you were thinking about a minute ago.”

“I—” He took in a gulp of air. “I was thinking about what it would feel like to feel your tongue on my fingers… and then on my cock.” His voice got quieter as he spoke, almost embarrassed, bashful.

“Don’t be ashamed, Eddie.” You cooed softly at him, “Like I said, it’s normal to have thoughts.”

Gently, you took his hand in yours and flicked your tongue out, running it up his finger. His eyelids fluttered, a soft breath leaving his lips.

“I’ve had dreams about you eating me out.” You told him, before flicking your tongue up the next finger. “Seeing you look up at me from between my legs like a good boy.” You hummed.

You didn’t take him for a virgin, but he sure as hell was acting like one.

“Yeah?” He asked, breathless.

“Mhm..” You trailed, putting his hand back in his lap before you leaned in. You gently ghosted your lips against his, and he leaned forward, pressing your lips firmly together.

Well, he sure as hell kissed like an expert, his tongue tangling with yours as his hand reached up to wind in your hair. He tasted like chips, soda, and a hint of cigarettes. It wasn’t unpleasant, just… different. Normal. It wasn’t minty; your ex made sure his breath was always fresh. You didn’t mind this. This was what it was supposed to be like.

You allowed Eddie to take control, his free hand sliding down your arm before it ghosts over the very top of your chest, as if asking permission. You grabbed his hand and slid it down to your breast, where he squeezed. You didn’t know if this was his first time or not, but you had to imagine he’d been with girls before.

He was a hot-shot. Gorgeous. Talented. Funny. Nerdy. He was a perfect specimen for a boyfriend, and so you had to figure he’d had a girlfriend before; or at least slept with a girl before.

You gave him an encouraging moan, his hand softly massaging your breast. You arched into his touch.

Gone from your mind were the worries of Steve and what would happen with him; what could happen. All you could think about was Eddie, and his hand on your breast. He was softer than Steve had been.

You pressed him back to lay on the bed, and straddled his waist. His hands pushed up your shirt and took it off, tossing it away in the emptiness of your room. He unhooked your bra with both hands, fumbling slightly before he finally got it. You let the straps slide off of your shoulders and he didn’t move for a long while, just looked at your boobs in awe.

You didn’t think they were anything special, really. However, he was here, looking at them like they were magic.

His hands were hesitant as they both lifted to gently cup your breasts, squeezing them. You made a soft noise, grinding your hips down against him.

“Fuck,” He groaned, squeezing them a little harder as your hands pressed against his chest.

“Eddie—” You moaned, your head tipping back as you continued to grind against him.

He slipped a hand around your back and pulled you down, taking a nipple between his lips to gently rub his tongue over before suckling gently. You bucked your hips against him, moaning.

He adjusted the both of you, then, letting you lay on your back with him on top. He kissed down your chest, to your belly, and then your hips, his fingers plucking your jeans open. He pulled them down, your legs lifting as he got them off.

Now, the only thing between you, was a thin pair of panties. Rather than taking them off, Eddie nosed against your folds, humming.

“You smell so good.” He groaned, his voice gravelly and deep. You flushed. You weren’t sure what to say about that.

You weren’t sure what switch had flipped in him either.

His tongue dragged against you through your panties, making your eyes flutter. It was teasing, but there was still enough pressure for you to feel it. You moaned, lifting your leg to rest on his shoulder. He grasped your thigh, his rings and fingers digging deliciously into your skin as he continued to stroke your clit with his tongue. It felt different than you were used to, with the panties in the way, but definitely not bad by any means.

Your back arched as he finally pushed your panties to the side and allowed his tongue to actually taste you. You both moaned in tandem as he flicked his tongue against you. He slipped two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out.

“Fuck, Eddie—” You groaned, grasping at his hair tightly. You curled your fingers into it, pulling.

He hummed against you, looking up at you with those dark eyes. His pupils were blown out with pleasure, his hips rutting against the bed.

“Fuck me,” You told him, tugging his hair roughly. He pulled his mouth off of you and slid up to kiss you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it rolled around yours in your mouth. His hands were undoing his belt, then his jeans, and he pushed them down far enough for his cock to bob out. He broke the kiss to reach into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet and dug inside of it for a condom before tossing the leather away.

Your hands tugged at his shirt, wanting it off, but there was something definitely hot about him being mostly clothed while you were mostly naked.

He threw his shirt off before opening the condom, fumbling with it for a second before he finally rolled it on. He pushed your panties aside, lifting your legs around his hips as he rubbed his cock against your cunt, and then slowly pushed in.

You moaned in tandem, your back arching as he filled you up. He wasn’t as big as Steve, but he was still definitely bigger than you were used to.

He released a shuddering breath as he fully seated into you, his eyes fluttering.

“Have you had sex before?” You had to ask.

“Not with a girl.” He responded, and before you could think to deeply in what he said, he started thrusting.

Your back arched high and your hands gripped at the duvet beneath you. You moaned loudly as he pounded into you, deep and rough. You were already close to your end, you were almost embarrassed about it, but fuck it felt so good, and you were still fairly stimulated from when he’d been eating you out.

You reached a hand between your legs to rub at your clit, moaning loudly as he continued abusing your hole. His hips snapped loudly against your thighs. It only took a few more thrusts and you were pushed over the edge, your toes curling as your cunt clenched and spasmed tightly around him.

That seemed to be all it took for him to finish, too. He panted, his hips slowing down.

“Fuck,” You both said, before chuckling breathlessly as you spoke at the same time.

“Jinx, you owe me a soda.” Eddie winked down at you, before pulling out.

He hung out for a little longer, the two of you talking as you got dressed about the tour you were leaving for tomorrow, and how exciting it all was.

“Alright, Jonathan and Gareth are riding with the roadies. The rest of us are in this van.” Steve patted a black van next to him. “I’ve already double checked the list that we’ve got all of the equipment in one of them, so we should be good.” Steeve grinned. “Everyone find a place to put your bags, and let's hit the road!”

You climbed into the black van, sitting in the passenger seat up front next to Steve who was driving. Eddie and Billy sat in the back seat. This was going to be an interesting ride, for sure.

Hell, the entire tour would be an interesting ride. Being stuck in a van with two men you fucked, and Billy; who was just as rambunctious as Eddie was.

Well, as long as you were away from Jonathan’s glaring stare.

“Can we stop at the store for snacks, dad?!” Eddie asked as he leaned over the center console to look at Steve, who groaned.

“If you can promise to be quick.” Steve responded.

Eddie and Billy cheered. The stop was not quick, and Steve spent a good fifty dollars on candy and snacks for the group.

Hey, they were driving for a few hours, anyways.

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sweet-villain · 2 years

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Believe~2~B.H

Summary : After surviving by the Mind Flyer, Billy decides to leave Hawkins. Leave you. Max. He goes back to California, has a new look and a couple years later he's back. He's looking for you, this time he gets a surprise of his life. You're a mother of a little girl, and she calls Eddie Munson daddy.

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Part 1

" Mama!" you heard Lilly yell out for you from the other room in the trailer, you yawned as you sat up throwing the covers off the bed but an arm pulled you back into bed. You giggled, looking over your shoulder at your boyfriend. He had his eyes closed as he laid on his side, " Where do you think you're going?"

" Lilly needs me" he mumbled something underneath his breath as he released you, putting the arm that was holding you underneath the pillow. You leaned over to kiss him on the cheek seeing a smile appear on his face. Your feet hit the floor as you rounded the corner from your room to Lily's. She was sitting up in bed with her little stuff dog that was named Bubbles. Eddie had won it at a fair for her, she was over the moon. When she grasped it in her hands and placed it against her cheek feeling the softness of it, Eddie's eyes shined with a few tears as he looked at her.

Those two were irrespirable.

" Good Morning, my love" you greet her as you remove the cover off of her. She is dressed in purple pjs that had lions and giraffes on it. Her dirty blonde curls hanged in her face a bit and her bright blue eyes stared up at you. " Monin" Lily couldn't pronounce all the words but Auntie Robin has been teaching her a few words, here and there.

" What would you like to wear today, sweet girl?" She shrugged her shoulder, " Blue." Her favorite color was blue just like Billy's and it brought so many memories. You paused as you glance down at your daughter as she talked to her little stuff doggy. She looked so much like Billy but she has your personality. You turn to look for a blue flower top, she loved flowers and butterflies too.

" How about this one?" you showed her the long sleeve soft blue shirt with a big flower in the middle of it. Her blue eyes grew wide with happiness seeing the flower. She nodded. You went back to looking for something else blue since she would fuse over if you chose any other color then she would ask. You brought out some blue jeans out for her, " These?" she looked over and shrugged. She wasn't too big of a fan of jeans. She preferred wearing shorts and skirts or a dresses.

She loved it when you were summer dresses because she wanted to be as pretty as you. You laid the clothe on her bed as you took her in your arms into the bathroom. You held her on her hip as you washed her face and helped her brush her teeth. You settled her down in front of you as you got a brush out.

" No!" she saw the brush and ran out of the bathroom. " Lilly bear, come back here. Mama needs to brush your hair." Lilly ran into yours and Eddie's bedroom, pushing the door open as she crawled onto the bed.

" Daddy!" she yelled reaching with her small hands for his mane of curls and tugging on them. " Ow! Lilly that's not nice" Eddie grabbed her and put her on his chest as she sat there, with a small pout. You had stopped to watch the scene in front of you. Taking a mental picture of them together.

" What is it Lilly Bear? What has Mama done?" Lilly giggled as she laid down to cuddle into Eddie's chest. She points with her small finger at the brush your holding.

" is that the monster?" He asked, lifting up his head as he chuckled down at her. " No, funny" she rose her head up and poked Eddie on his chin. You couldn't help but smile watching them. " How about this? Let Mama brush your hair and you get dressed. Then we can come Mama's work and I will get you ice cream or cake?" Her blue eyes beam with happiness hearing she might get a treat. She began to jump on his chest and clap her hands.

" Would that work, sweetheart?" He looks at you in approval, you nod. You loved it when Lilly came by your job with Eddie, the two of them made the diner much brighter than it is. " Just not too much or she won't sleep tonight, Edward" he winced at the usage of his real name but didn't say anything.

" How about you let daddy brush your hair?" you ask Lilly sitting on the bed. She crawls over to you and grabs the brush in her hands and throws it Eddie's way. It hits him on the side, and he gasped playfully at her. " You little monster" he shot out of bed as he hovered above her, tickling her side as he laughed with her.

" I love you both so much" the giggling stop as a pair of brown eyes and a pair of blue eyes look over to you. " I love you too, sweetheart. More than you know."

" Wuv Mama" Lilly says. " I think Mama need some kisses" Eddie tells her as Lilly gasps, shooting quickly up almost hitting Eddie with her head she stands up on the bed and walks over to your side. She grasp onto your neck and kisses your cheek. Eddie crawls to the other side with his hand on your waist as he kisses your other cheek. The two share a look as they tackle you with kissed causing all three of you to laugh and giggle in bed.

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Eddie has fed Lilly while you were getting ready for work. You heard the giggles coming from the kitchen, Eddie had used his Dungeon Master voice as you remember it was your favorite when he used it to read to you. You peeked out from the bathroom watching as Eddie sat on the couch with Lilly in his lap, she was looking up at him as if he hung the moon for her. He had brushed her hair just like she wanted, added little blue clips to her hair.

" You two are my whole world" you put on your shoes as you grabbed your jacket. " Daddy, silly" Lilly says as she gets off Eddie's lap and makes her way to you. " Be a good girl for daddy?" you kneel before her. " Give me a kiss and hug" she throws her arms around you and placed a kiss on your cheek. When you had to go into work, Eddie watched Lilly. When Eddie had to work, you watched Lilly. When the two of you worked, it was either Steve watching Lilly, Dustin or Robin.

"See you two later" you were about to leave when your metal head boyfriend frowned with his arms across his chest, pouting and tapping his foot against the floor.

" Are we forgetting something, sweetheart?" He asked a bit hurt that you didn't give him a kiss or a hug. " Oh, opps" his eyes narrowed seeing the little smirk appear on your face. " I'll give you opps" he grabbed your waist, and tugged you to him as he crashed his lips against yours. One of his hands went into your hair as he gripped the back of your head bringing you any closer than he can. You pulled away, breathless.

" I'm going to be late if you keep this up"

Eddie pecked your lips one more time.

" Have a good day at work, sweets" he grabbed Lilly in his arms as he walks with you outside seeing Steve's car is there already there. Steve gets out of the car as his eyes spot Lilly in Eddie's arms.

" Look at the little sunshine, looking all pretty" he kneels down and opens his arms for Lilly once Eddie puts her down, she giggles in her hands holding Bubbles as she runs towards Steve. Her little curls bouncing as she ran. Steve brought her up in his arms as he looked down at her.

" I see Bubbles is joining you" she nods and brings up Bubbles to lay a kiss on Steve's cheek. Steve dramatically puts a hand to his forehead as he sighs happily. " A kiss for me? I need one from you too, Lilly. I'll be really sad without it" he pouts. Steve hoists her up in his arms to reach him and her little arms wrap around his head as she kisses him on the cheek.

" Uncle Steve is happy!" he kisses her cheek in return but blow raspberries on her cheek causing her to thrash in his arms and giggle.

" Harrington, I'm going to be late if you don't put my daughter down" Steve pouts as he hugs Lilly closer to him. " But I-"

" Steven" you warned. He scoffed, " That's not my name." But Steve gives Eddie, Lilly as she waves to you and Steve as you walk to his car. He still drives the same maroon BMW. It's still in good shape.

" Yeah, yeah. I need to get to work" you sit in the car waving to Lilly as Steve backs away and drives you to work.

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The diner wasn't too busy today as you spend most of your time cleaning tables and counters, counting the cash and making yourself a milkshake.

That's when a new freak of hair hits you as the bell above the door rings telling you that someone came in. When your head shot up looking at the person, you had to take a double looking. Your heart stopped when your eyes set on those familiar blue eyes, hint of freckles dancing on his nose, the mane of curls that used to be there are no longer there, just one curl hanging on his forehead. But it's his smile that hits you. It's him. It's your first love. The man that left you.

It's Billy Hargrove.

Billy's eyes set on you and like a light bulb light up above his head as his eyes settle on you. He pauses in chewing the gum in his mouth as a little gasp comes out. You heard it. His eyes roam the way your hair was longer but held in a braid to the side, the way your eyes look brighter than they used to bed, the way you looked better than you ever did before. You did look good, but Billy was blown away seeing you once again.

His heart sped up as he notices the look in your eyes. You knew it was him.

After all these years, you were here in Hawkins.

After all the years, you were here in Hawkins.

" Pretty girl" he used your old nickname to call you, a wide smile spreads on his face as he sits in the booth. You make your way over to him with the notepad in your hands and a pen, ready to get his order.

" You look good" He says. Does he really think your going to talk to him like things used to be?

" What will it be?" He frowns as you avoid him and seems like you just want to get things over with.

" Doll" he uses the other nickname he used to call you. The audacity of him calling you that after all this time. He feels the tension.

" I'm sorry" he says like it would matter if he didn't say it. " I'm working, what will it be?" he tells you what he wants and when you walk away, he can't help but look. His heart sinks knowing leaving you was his mistake.

You put in his order in for Benny telling him what Billy wanted and you can't help but feel eyes on you as you worked. The door opens again, this time, little blonde curls and that giggle that you love so much runs through the door.

" Mama!" Lilly beams as she runs to your side. Billy's attention is caught as he look at the little girl that runs over to you. He sees you kneeling down in front of her. He can barely see her at the moment but notices the dirty blonde curls off the bat. He continues to watch as you lift her up into your arms, tickling her tummy. His eyes widen when she looks around the diner seeing the electric blue eyes, a mirror of his own and her freckles on her nose. He gasps clenching his fist feeling his stomach tightened.

His breath hitches seeing you interact with her, the way you kissed her cheek, the way you tickled her and the way she called you mama. His heart sinks further into his chest when he sees a guy with long mane of curls walk up to you and lean in to kiss you.

You had moved on and you were a mother. He would tell you that he wanted to have kids with you one day. In California. He wanted to marry you. All those broken promises.

The plate hits the table causing him to wince seeing the little girl on your hip. His eyes go wide at the sight of her, she has freckles just like him too. She looks exact copy of him but she has your smile.

" Y/N" he calls out to you and you stop in your tracks hearing your name. " Eat up, Hargrove" Eddie's ears pick up the last name, he knows all about Billy. You didn't keep anything from Eddie. You dropped Lilly by Eddie.

Eddie eyes you seeing if you were okay but you walk to the back door, leaning against the wall with your hand on the wall of the diner, clenching your eyes feeling the tears.

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Billy stuffs the food in his mouth as he watches the little girl in the arms of the unknown man to him. He eyes him seeing the mane of curls, the vest and the jacket with a chain on the side of his pants. He eyes the rings on his fingers and scoffs at him. Was this to what you reduced to? Billy shakes his head as he stands up.

The little blonde blue eye girl waves at him which makes his heart flutter at the sight of her. He was never good with kids, he remembers how he treated his step sister Max. He wondered how she is. The little girl continued to waved but the unknown man brought her hand down once seeing who she was waving at. It was like the unknown man knew him but Billy didn't.

Billy eyes scan to see if he can spot you but you are no where near in sight. A frown appears on his lips, he drops some money on the table as heads out the door passing the little girl and the unknown man, sending her a smile.

He walks through the doors and his ears pick up a sniffle, the hairs on his arm and neck stand up. He knew that feeling. He got it when the first time he saw you in the parking lot of Hawkins High School.

He turns the corner of the diner and follows the sniffle, cautiously making his way. His eyes spot you leaning against the back of the diner as you had your eyes closed, some strands of hair blowing in the breeze and your hands were by your side.

You look more beautiful than he remembers.

" You haven't changed much" he speaks up. His voice scares you as your eyes flash open and turned your head his way. He stood there with worry in his eyes, tilting his head to the side with a frown on his face. You rolled your eyes as you turned your back to him. You weren't in the mood to see him right now.

" I just wanna talk" he makes his way closer to you, but you turned around to face him in a blink with anger in your eyes. " You wanna talk, Hargrove? Talk about what? How you left me? How you broke my heart? How you got into the car and didn't care about how I felt? You're a piece of shit, Hargrove. I don't know what I ever saw in you" you spatted.

Your words cut deep inside of him as he swallowed the lump in his throat. " I know I hurt you, but there isn't a day that goes by that I regret leaving you."

" But you did anyways" you were about to walk past him when his question catches you off guard. " Who's the little girl? Is she mine?"

Your breath hitches as you close your eyes. This wasn't the time for this.

" None of your business William" your shoulders were tense as you spatted his name like that. His heart felt like it would leap out of his throat. You never called him that unless you were super angry with him. Of course you were, he shows up all the sudden and want to talk to you? He doesn't deserve it.

" I-I'm sorry" you chuckled with your back to him. " Go back to California, Billy. No one wants you here" with those words you left him standing there with his head hung. For the fist time in a while, Billy feels his own heart in two. He really wants to run up to you and grab you, not let you go. But also, he wants to know who the little girl is. She looked nothing like the unknown guy you are with.

The only man you slept with, was him. His heart speeds up as he thinks about that possible that little girl can be his.

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Billy has no idea where his step sister is, where Steve is, where anyone is. He passed by your old house that you used to live in. The house where he would crawl through your window and lay in your bed with you, watching as you fall asleep. He looks to the side of his Camaro remembering how you looked in it, you had made it the princess passenger seat. No one but you were allowed to sit in it.

He parks the car just outside your old house and gets out. He looks up at the sky and look around the neighbors seeing it has changed, your parents were no longer living here. He noticed the house was empty, filled with trees and some trash around. The windows were broken, the house has lost it's color and everything was silent. He didn't like it.

" Hargrove?" his head shot side to side seeing a familiar face in the familiar BMW. His eyes scan the person in the car as he walks over, kneeling by the window with his hands on it. He's staring at the man that he used to tolerate because of you. He is starting at the man that he used to have fights with. He's staring at the man that was always by your side when things got wrong.

Steve Harrington.

" Harrington" he says. Steve's eyes roam Billy's face. " Nice look" he says. Billy laughs as he shrugs, " you still look the same, shit head."

Steve laughs.

" Surprise your back" Billy shrugs again. " Do you know where my step sister Max is? You know, red head, a bit of a bitch? You used to hang out with her with those kids"

Steve freezes in his seat. Billy squints his eyes watching Steve body language. " What happened to my step sister? Is Max okay?" this was a surprise to hear from Billy caring about his step sister. He used to be so cold towards her.

" Not here" Billy's eyes brows frowned together. Steve tells him where to meet and Billy hurries to his car as he follows Steve to Nancy's house.

When Steve tells Billy what happened with Max, the whole Vecna thing, the whole thing with Eddie, how Eddie almost died, how you almost died too , how they defeated Vecna but Steve leaves the part where you got pregnant with his child. That was your choice to tell him.

Billy sits with his head in his hands as he is taking all this information in. Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, El, Will, Dustin, Mike and Steve look at Billy. He scratches the back of his head as he stands up.

" I need to see Maxine"

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You were silent the whole time you got home, sitting across Eddie at the table as you picked at your food. Lilly was in her room playing with her toys while Eddie was watching you. He had saw Billy in the diner and he knew that your mind clouded, there was fear in your eyes that he saw and that everything was about to change.

He was terrified of that change.

" Sweetheart?" he calls out to you, reaching his hand out to grab your attention. His clad ring hand lays on top of yours. You snap out of your thoughts as you glance down at his hand.

" I'm sorry" you shook your head standing up and taking your plate to the sink. You weren't that hungry in the first place. Gripping the counter with both your hands, Eddie stood up too as he made his way over to you.

" You saw him? It brought you back those memories, didn't it?" you nodded not turning to face him. " Are you going to tell him about Lilly?"

You shrugged.

" Do you want him to be part of her life?" you shrugged again. Eddie didn't like that you weren't giving him verbal answers. He was growing frustrated. " Y/N.." he calls out to you, grabbing your wrist to turn you around but you took it out of his grasp as you made your way to the bedroom.

" We are not done talking about this" he spats, his nose scrunching up as he followed you. " I don't wanna talk" you say as you open the bedroom door. Eddie puts his hand on it, not letting you close it.

" Are there feelings still there?"

" I don't know" you answer him, sitting on the bed. Eddie runs a hand through his hair and then down his face. He is terrified that Billy is back, you'll leave him and Lilly will walk out of his life too. He loves you with all his heart. You were the first person to show him what it's like to feel loved. To feel wanted.

He kneels down in front of you with his hands on your thighs.

" Listen, he's going to have to be one day part of her life. You can't just shut down like this. I know you hate him for leaving, you hate him that he hurt you but he has a daughter. If I had a daughter and didn't know about it, I would like to know. You two might not see eye to eye, but he's her father.."

" Don't" you shook your head as you stood up. " You don't know what I went through with him. Don't tell me what I need to do, I don't need my daughter to know what kind of man he is. He treated Max like crap, he treated Steve like crap, he was horrible to everyone but not to me, I got to see a side of him no one knew. But he left me anyways. I felt so alone.. I felt so hurt.. don't tell me you let him into my daughters life. You don't know him"

He nods as he agrees with you.

" I don't know him, but the look in his eyes when he saw Lilly today-"

" He looked at her?" Eddie nodded.

" He smiled at her and she waved to him too" you sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose. " Lilly doesn't need him in her life. She looks up to you, Eddie. She calls you her dad. You have been there for her since she was a bundle in my arms. You were overjoyed to meet her. I saw the look on your face when you hold her, you swore to protect her. Billy Hargrove can't know Lilly, do you hear me?"

Eddie nods as he takes your hand in his, " I'm sorry that this is causing you to be like this."

" I just hate him, why did he have to come back"

" Please, Eddie don't let him take Lilly too. She's my whole world. He can't know about her. He can't.

But too bad he already did since Robin can't seem to stop talking about you.

" What's her name?" Billy asks cutting Robin's rant off. The group look at each other, there is a silent what do we do know looks. Robin looks at the ground, she feels guilty for telling him he has a daughter.

" Lilly Willow L/N" Steve says. You had given Lilly your last name, because you gave her a part of Billy's name in her middle name.

" That's pretty" Billy says.

" Okay, who is this? What have you done with Billy Hargrove?" Dustin asks as he eyes Billy up and down.

" Shut it, Henderson" Steve says as he points to Billy, " You're not going near that little girl. She's a treasure to all of us, hell you'll have to go through me if you want to talk to Y/N about her"

" She is my daughter! I have a right to know her!"

" Y/N doesn't owe you shit" Mike spats, El nods as she glares at Billy.

" What did you say, you little shit?" Billy jaw tightened as he took a step towards Mike. El stood in front of Mike, protecting him as she glared up at Billy. Steve pushes El to the side as he stands in front of Billy.

Billy smirks.

" Like old time, Harrington?"

" Like I said, Hargrove, you'll have to go through me to get to Y/N and Lilly" Billy looks at each of them to your so called friends.

" I'll find them one way or another" Billy spats as he makes his way to the door. He was going to see Max first before he was going to look for you. He has given a thought to ask Benny where you lived, he would search the whole town to look for you.

He was going to see his daughter. He needed to. He needed to make things right.

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Sink or Swim [Billy Hargrove x GenderNeutral!reader] Ch. 1

Summary: Working at the local Snack Shack at Hawkins Pool wasn’t your dream but it’s a decent summer job before college. It did come with a perk of being in proximity to the recent California transfer and resident asshole, Billy Hargrove. Having a nice view of the handsome blond was good enough, but when circumstances lead you to an encounter with Billy and then a chance to become friends, perhaps even more, you can’t stay away. Maybe Billy Hargrove isn’t such an asshole after all. [Canon with a variation]

Warnings: eventual mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol, sexual themes.

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: I’m so freaking excited to finally be sharing this story! Please let me know your thoughts! Reblogs and comments are much appreciated. :) I will also be adding each chapter to AO3 and Wattpad shortly after this posts, if you prefer to read over there. I’ll be posting under the username @avengerofyourheart , which is also my main blog here on tumblr. Love you!!

Part One Part Two>>>

Sink or Swim Series Masterlist

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The first official encounter you had with Billy Hargrove was unexpected, brief and…surprisingly sweet. Every one after that seemed to be moronic (on your part) and…embarrassing.

Naturally.

Getting a job at the Snack Shack at Hawkins Community Pool wasn’t your first choice, but it was just for the summer. In the fall, you were headed to college and would get to leave your small town behind. In the mean time, you would be selling junk food to your former classmates and their younger siblings every day. Awesome.

Billy got a job as one of the lifeguards, which wasn’t much of a surprise. From what you could collect through gossip floating around the high school, the mullet-wearing, muscled, Camaro-driving asshole was a former surfer from California, so the position fit him. And despite confirmation of his prickly personality, you weren’t mad about the sight of Billy in nothing but a pair of red swim trunks, sunglasses, and a whistle around his neck.

Hot damn.

Billy never knew you existed in school, since you were less than popular and ran in different circles. Not surprising. You saw him around, though, even sharing a few classes together. He seemed bored with school and didn’t really try but somehow still got passing grades. Billy was the athletic type, enjoying gym class but especially basketball. Or maybe it was just fun for him to mess with King Steve Harrington, and it was enjoyable for you to witness at times as well. Knowing Steve all your life, you agreed that he could stand to be taken down a peg or two. The bigger the hair, the bigger the ego and Steve’s had grown exponentially the past few years in both regards.

Then there was graduation and the idea of freedom and new beginnings. But first, you had to survive the summer.

During employee orientation just after school let out, you were there and Billy showed up late as one could expect. A few days of training followed with you learning all the equipment in the Snack Shack and which scoop was the correct portion for every item. Not exactly rocket science. At the same time, the lifeguards were getting CPR certification and practicing rescue drills. Looked like more fun than you what you were doing.

Billy tended to hang back from the group during the vocal instructions, sometimes smoking a cigarette when he probably shouldn’t be. But when it came to the practical learning, he was all in, practicing CPR on dummies and “rescuing” his co-workers during drills. His swimming was strong and for timed rescues he did the best. Huh. Perhaps he’s not so apathetic about everything as it would seem.

Once the pool opened, you were given morning shifts at first, which was fine but the Snack Shack was not that busy until kids started begging their parents for lunch. Time crawled when there wasn’t anything to do, but it did give you a chance to peek at the happenings at the pool. Swimming classes were early, before the pool opened to the public. Most of the time you were just setting up so hearing the gaggle of six-year-olds arriving had you glancing over to see what was up.

Billy Hargrove was quite the enigma. Given his reputation, yes, he could be an asshole at times. During public hours when he was in the chair, he had a tendency to blow his whistle and yell across the pool at the supposed offender, often threatening a permanent ban. Well, that’s one approach. It did seem to do the trick, though. At least they knew he was serious and it could be said that personal safety was a serious matter that justified a heavier-handed method.

During those early mornings twice a week, though, when Billy was surrounded by tiny kids in water wings and swim suits with little skirts attached, he almost…transformed. He spoke softer and smiled more than you thought him capable of. It was really sweet, watching him explain what he wanted the kids to do while on dry land before even getting in the pool. He forced the parents to stay across the way and out of ear reach, knowing that he could still get their attention should one of their precious little ones need to go to the bathroom or something. Billy didn’t seem to want the parents hovering, otherwise. Makes sense.

The little ones adored him, surprisingly. Listening to his softer, gentle instructions when one of them was crying or lifting them up to sit on the side for a short break. Being small and learning a lot of new, scary things at once could be overwhelming, you assumed. Billy gave each one of them a high-five at the end of lessons and a few even gave him a hug.

One morning, you had just opened the metal gate at the counter and turned around to grab some tongs when you heard a voice behind you.

“Hey.”

Turning to the sound, you were surprised to see Billy on the other side of your counter.

“…hi?” you replied, startled.

“So, I’m sure you’re not open yet but could I trouble you for a popsicle? I got a little girl with a skinned knee and parents on their way. I promised her one if she’d quit crying. I can’t handle crying kids,” Billy said gruffly. Although you had seen evidence to the contrary, you just nodded.

“Sure. Flavor preference?” you croaked out through a suddenly dry throat.

“Nah. Whatever you have. I don’t have my wallet with me but I can swing by later and—“

“Don’t worry about it,” you interrupted, handing him the frozen treat. “Emergency popsicles are on the house.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks.”

Billy offered a tight smile and walked away to a tiny girl seated on a lounge chair wrapped in a towel, the saddest expression on her face. She was trying to be brave but her body was still shaken by a sob every few moments. Billy crouched down to her level and handed her popsicle, now distracted enough for him to disinfect and bandage the skinned knee. Huh. So Billy did have a soft side, if maybe not for anyone his own size. Interesting.

A week or two later it was abundantly clear that whoever was closing up the Snack Shack was doing a shit job and it just made your job harder in the mornings. Nothing was properly cleaned and ingredients weren’t prepped like they should be. After a gentle mention to your supervisor, somehow the solution was that you would be switching to the late shift so the job would be done right. Because properly training and disciplining your co-workers was little too much work. Great.

You mourned the loss of the slow mornings and peeks of Swim Instructor Billy for a moment, but you got over it. Afternoon shifts were crazy busy and at least the time passed quickly. You hadn’t seen Billy come by since that first morning, but that was to be expected. Since then, you had your duties and he had his. Interaction with him just never really happened.

Until it did.

One night after the pool closed, you had pulled down the metal gate at the snack shack counter and were finishing the last of your clean up. Suddenly, music began to play from the direction of the pool. Peeking out the side door in curiosity, you spotted Billy with a boom box, music now blaring from the lifeguard tower. He climbed down and went about his evening checklist as the sun began to set.

Once the pool closed, the last lifeguard was in charge of cleaning the pool, properly arranging the lounge chairs even though they would be shifted within minutes tomorrow morning, and sweeping leaves off the deck. While many of the other lifeguards often bitched about the responsibility and would do a half-assed job, Billy seemed okay with it. Oddly enough, he did it well and without complaint. The music probably made the tasks more bearable.

Returning to your own closing tasks, you finished wiping down all the counters, washed the dishes to let them air dry, and the last item on your list was taking out the trash. You could dump it on the way out so you gathered your backpack and stowed away your apron and visor. So stylish.

Backpack slung over one shoulder, you tried to carry a rather heavy trash bag in each hand while also opening the side door and making sure it was locked. Once you stepped outside, though, a peculiar sight quickly distracted you.

To your surprise, the supposed asshole and lifeguard extraordinaire, Billy Hargrove, was currently lip-synching while using a push-broom as a microphone stand. Billy Idol’s “Rebel Yell” blasted from the speakers as the other Billy before you head-banged to the beat and pumped a fist into the air as the words “More. More. More…more, more more!” rang out across the empty pool deck. As the chorus ended, Billy raised his face to the sky and jumped in place, his handsome features sharpened by the blue light emitting from the pool. A wide smile stretched across Billy’s face as the makeshift mic stand became an electric guitar in his hands.

Entranced by the sight, you unconsciously shifted the weight of one of the trash bags and lost your grip, knocking over a stack of empty buckets. Smooth.

The sound caused Billy’s head to whip toward you and his posture stiffened, eyes shifting around for other witnesses. Gathering your senses, you finally let the door close behind you and raised your free hand in an awkward greeting.

“Sorry, I—“

But nothing else came out.

Dammit. Giving up at an attempt in human communication, you picked up the trash and hauled ass toward the parking lot. The short glance backward that you allowed yourself showed that Billy was back to sweeping, his head down. Your heart sank. For a split second you got to see another side of Billy. Maybe what everyone else has said was a ruse. What was Billy like when no one else was around? You sure felt free enough to be yourself in the safety of an empty space. Or that you thought was empty. Unintentionally, you had intruded on that and ruined Billy’s moment.

Sigh.

Maybe you could make up for it…

Tossing the trash bags in the parking lot dumpster, you walked over to your nearby bike, unlocked it, and rode home with the evening’s exchange running on rotation the whole way home.

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A few days later, you got a chance to act on your plan when it was just the two of you closing up again. If your intruding on Billy’s post-work jams made him uncomfortable, then it was time to even the playing field.

By humiliating yourself.

Finishing up your inside projects first, you then headed outside to place the patio chairs on top the tables in preparation of sweeping your own area. Billy spared you a glance upon your appearance but quickly returned to his attention to ridding the pool of leaves and dead bugs. His boombox blared music once again, playing songs from the local rock station.

Heart pounding, you started to sweep and waited until a familiar sang came on. Soon the band Foreigner blasted from the stereo. Perfect. Abandoning your task, you bobbed your head to the beat as the first lyrics began.

“Well, I’m hot-blooded, check it to see

I’ve got a fever of a hundred and three

Come on, baby, do you do more than dance?

I’m hot-blooded, hot-blooded.”

Lip-synching in an exaggerated manner, you spun around with the broom in your hands and taking a page out of Billy’s book, chose to use it as a microphone. You jerked your limbs about, perhaps to be taken as dancing, and dove into the second verse.

“You don’t have to read my mind,

to know what I have in mind.

Honey, you ought to know.

Yeah, you move so fine,

let me lay it on the line.

I wanna know what you’re

doing after the show.”

Having gotten lost in the moment, you finally took a glance in the pool’s direction to see Billy standing in place, the pool net loose in his grip. Was that a smile you could see on his face? Bingo. You finished out the song with some air guitar and a windmill or two, leaning against a table to catch your breath as the last notes of Foreigner ended.

To your surprise, you heard clapping and you whirled around to see the sound coming from Billy. Now feeling the humiliation of your little show, you weren’t sure what to do now. Finally settling on an awkward bow in reply, you then ran back inside the Snack Shack to stow away your apron and grab your bag. Aiming to reach the parking lot and be gone by the time Billy appeared, you thankfully succeeded. You rode your bike down the street and around the corner just in time to hear the easily identifiable Camaro roar to life.

Perhaps your next encounter with Billy wouldn’t involve personal embarrassment. The possibility was unlikely at this point, but one could dream.

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The next week, you were having one of the worst days ever at your job so far. Some kid spilled a soda all over your counter and down onto the floor and the most you could do in the moment was throw down some towels. By the time you got a break in customers, you were left with a solid, sticky mess. Your manager also hadn’t staffed enough people for the weekend so you had to fend for yourself once again.

No one else had taken out the trash and had instead piled up bags by the side door so you were taking one of multiple trips out to the parking lot long after closing. Lifting the dumpster lid with one hand, you chucked one bag inside with the other but as you raised the second bag, a sharp metal edge caught the plastic and ripped. Of course it did. The 6 inch hole began to spill out its contents of half-empty soda cups and chip bags. At least it wasn’t the bag full of food scraps.

“God-fucking-DAMMIT!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, dropping the bag to the pavement.

“Oh, shit,” you heard from you behind you.

Turning swiftly to the sound, you spotted Billy Hargrove with car keys in hand, fresh from a shower.

Perfect. It had to be him who was still around.

Once again embarrassed, you glanced at the mess around you, including a half-full lukewarm soda cup that was open and now soaking into your shoe.

“Sorry, I—“

Nothing else came out. Once again, you couldn’t progress in communication any further in his presence. Picking up the bag but upside down, you finally got it inside the dumpster and started collecting the trash that had fallen out. From your crouched position, you suddenly saw another pair of hands helping.

“You don’t have to do that,” you managed to squeak out.

“It’s no big deal,” Billy replied, tossing a few items in the dumpster and then holding the lid for you to throw in the last of it.

“Thank you.”

Finding the courage to meet his eye, you discovered you were only a few feet from Billy. You’d never seen him that closely. Damp curls framed his face with bright blue eyes catching yours and a cautious smile on his lips. Damn, he was cute.

“I’m Billy,” he said, offering his hand.

“Hargrove,” you finished his name. “I know. We had two classes together last year.” You almost accepted his shake but remembered what you had just touched and pulled away.

“Right,” Billy replied, sheepish. “Remind me?”

Catching on, you shared your name.

“Y/N,” he repeated. “Of course. Nice visor.”

The blond flicked the bill with one finger, unsettling the visor on your head.

You huffed out a laugh, tugging it back on. “Yeah, well. Not everyone can pull off the look. I consider myself lucky.”

Billy burst out a genuine chuckle, causing a warm, happy flip in your stomach.

“Well. I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he said, walking backward toward his car.

“Yup. Bye.”

You received the gift of watching Billy’s backside in motion for a few moments before you had the sense to stop staring. Time to finally finish this hellish workday and go home.

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Part Two>>>

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Thoughts??? I just love a softer Billy, okay? He deserves all the good things, starting with maybe...a friend? I guess we’ll see. :D Also I know Hot Blooded was in a ~certain scene~ but I’m choosing to take it back, mmkay? I’d love to know your thoughts on this fic! Reblogs, comments, etc., are very much appreciated. You can even send me an ask if you’d like! I appreciate youuuu. :)

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Reader x Billy Hargrove

'Y/n! Jonathan! Hurry up! We are going to be late for school!' Your little brother, Will yelled as he banged on yours and Jonathan's door. 'Why am I the only person in this family who is on time?' Will sauntered down the hallway.

Shit.

You jumped up and pulled on some clothes, tidied your hair, and ran out the door, Jonathan was just behind you and jumped in the car. Jonathan started the car, speeding off down the street towards Hawkins High School.

You pulled up to the school and all got out, yelled bye to each other, and ran off in different directions.

'Hey! Y/n, wait up, would you.' You heard a deep voice call from behind you.

'What do you want, Billy?' You asked, panting slightly as you rushed to class.

Billy, grabbed your wrist, turning you to face him. 'Hang out with me tonight.' He ran his tongue over his teeth, smirking at you.

'Yeah, okay, whatever, Billy. Right now I really have to get to class.' You didn't even have time to think about the words coming out of your mouth.

'Alright.' He smirked again. 'I'll pick you up at eight, be ready. Look good. See ya.'

'Yep, ok. See ya.' You ran inside and down the hallway to your first-period English class. 'Made it.' You sat down, letting out a big sigh.

'Did I just see you outside talking to Hargrove?' Nancy asked half laughing, half scoffing. 'What's that about?'

You finally processed the conversation that just happened outside. Running your hands through your hair and then burying your face in them you responded mid groan 'Shit, Nance. I agreed to hang out with him. He is picking me up at eight! I was in a rush an-'

'You what?! Y/n! he is trouble!' Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head.

You looked up at her and said softly 'I know, Nance. I know. But I've got to do it now, you know what he's like...'

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guys, guess what? i have a new multichap coming your way.

and guess what even more? it’s gonna feed your little angst loving hearts.

and guess what again? it’s got three of your favs in it.

guess who? Eddie, Steve and Billy!

and guess what?! Billy isn’t a racist homophobe in this because Dacre in the Billy costume is hot and i wanted to write about that.

and guess what?! they are all love interests for the reader!

and guess some more? the reader is Robins sister!

and guess what the most?! you guys are gonna be so clueless about who we end up with. so buckle up. coming to you this weekend!

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realangelahernandez · 4 months

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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

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hellfire--cult · 8 months

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Harrington!reader who struck up a friendship with Billy after finding him crying. It wasn’t long until she developed a crush on the older boy. But she knew she was the least attractive girl in school, and on the cheerleading squad. Every girl was all over him, she never thought he’d see her that way.

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I'm so sorry, I got carried away, and I made it super long, SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I HOPE EVERYONE ELSE DOES this has: fluff, angst, mean brother persona on Steve's behalf, OOC Billy Hargrove, soft side.

wc: 8k (i got a lil inspired, no one requests Billy and I love to write him 😭)

Stupid Steve. Stupid school. Stupid fucking stereotypes.

You understand, you get it, the fucking sister of Steve Harrington should be the perfect girl, perfect as her idiotic brother. If only they knew that being in every single sport isn’t what Steve wants, it isn’t what he desires, it isn’t what he always dreamed about.

But it’s not that perfection they want from you, oh no. It’s not your fault you have bad eye sight so you have to wear glasses, and for some reason that made you fucking undesirable. Just because you are wearing glasses, and you’ve been wearing them ever since middle school, where there were minimum problems with it, and now in high school when you just want to be able to date someone, or even kiss, it’s almost impossible because of them.

So yes, you knew people didn’t want to be with you, and you knew that it was all because of the idealization of the Harrington girl not meeting their expectations. Jokes on them, every single fucking guy in school looks like stepped on shit.

When you finally got into freshmen year, you already knew Steve was the most popular guy in school, always boosting about it at the dinner table, father always saying how proud he is for Steve being the captain of almost every fucking imaginable sport. You looked up to Steve, you really did look up to your brother… Until you crossed those forsaken high school doors, and the only face your brother sent you was that of disgust and turned his back on you.

And that sets your fate.

Now as a Junior, your brother finally graduates this year. Ever since he started dating Nancy who is in the same year as you, he has relatively changed. At home, he now tries to invite you to hang with him at the mall, or tell you to have dinner together when your parents aren’t home… You declined his invitation every time. You prefer to eat dinner in your bed, alone, while he drives away to be with Nancy. Just you, your books, and some good music. You are fine.

It doesn’t help the fact that you have just one friend at school, and she’s not even always with you because she is Nancy’s Best Friend. Barb was always nice to you, and it’s the only one you talked to in class, because then in cheerleading practice, which you had to enter because you needed extracurricular credit because your parents said so, you were given the cold shoulder by every teammate there. You didn’t participate in the cheers really, you just wear the uniform every now and then and pass them bottles of water.

You just have to survive one year, just one more year and you can go to college, probably start anew, meet people, meet someone. You fixed your glasses on the bridge of your nose as you took notes while sitting at the bleachers, hearing the squeak of the tennis shoes of all the boys in the basketball team just going around. You hear a thump, making your eyes look up to see your brother laying on the floor, making you frown.

Then it made sense, as Billy Hargrove smirked, helping your brother stand up again.

You knew that he wanted to take Steve’s position as the most popular guy at school, getting prom king and all that shit. You have heard your brother complaining about him on the phone sometimes, maybe to Nancy or to one of his friends. From what you’ve seen, Billy looked like a tough and irritating guy, and there is no need for you to get close to him at all, and you really could care less about what he does to your brother.

And that is basically your everyday life. Invisible, and you’re fine with that.

You’re fine.

“Hey, can you believe that guy?” Your head snapped up to see your brother at your door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. You raised your eyebrow at him, looking back down at your book. “If he takes away my captainship in the team, I will– Dad will fucking cut my head off.”

“That’s what you get for following his dreams from day one.” You mumble in a low tone, but he caught onto it, frowning at you.

“I have my own dreams. I don’t follow his.” You nodded at that while still not looking at him. You really could care two shits about all of this.

“Maybe Nancy can help you with this kinda stuff. I'm busy.” You heard shuffling at the door and then a sigh. You heard steps and you raised your head to hear him slam his door shut, and you knew he was probably getting ready to go to a party or something because of the music he started playing on his radio. Not once you were invited to one of those, not even by your own brother. He had hosted parties before, and you were commanded to stay in your room all night. The only time you came out of your room was to the bathroom to pee, and even then you had to wait because people were always making out inside.

You got up from bed, closed the biology book to then set it on your desk, looking over to your library of VHS’s tilting your head to check what to watch tonight. You picked Terms of Endearment and Sixteen Candles. Your collection was full of romance and dramatic movies because it’s just your favorite genre to watch. Same with your books, your favorite being Sense & Sensibility.

Steve left after a few minutes, and you made your way down to start your Friday movie night, and tomorrow will be the same, next weekend too. You should get more movies, you are on a roll of rewatching stuff by now. But it was at this moment, when you put the cassette into your player, and you finally sat down and started watching Sixteen Candles that it all simply fell apart.

Your rough facade crumbles down as you see the romance of the characters on screen, the friendship that is displayed in these movies, late calls with friends, kicking your feet because the guy you liked kissed you, or even called you to spend time with you. You stare absentmindedly at the screen as you see the kissing scene finally happening and your fingertips brush over your lips, just softly, tracing the shape of them.

After a few hours Steve finally returns home, completely sober and cursing under his breath. He sees the light of the living room turned on and some blue light shining on. He walked inside to find you asleep on the couch with the TV still on. He sighed, walking over to turn it off but then his eyes looked at your form, making his face completely fall down.

He bent over your figure to see the dried tears on your cheeks, falling down onto the couch. He looked over to the coffee table to look at what you were watching, getting hold of the case. You watch the same movie every Friday night… And every Saturday night. He rubbed his mouth with a frown to his face as he looked back at your frame. And he always repeats the same action every Friday night and every Saturday night.

He stands up to grab the blanket that’s over the couch to put it over your body, and with tears in his eyes he bends over to press a soft kiss at the top of your head with a quiet whisper that he always repeats and that you never hear, not that you would believe him anyway.

“I’m sorry.”

Monday came way faster than you expected, and the morning was even quicker. Your parents were still away on their business trip, but Steve and you knew they were just out on vacation by themselves. Why have children when you just push them aside?

You take out the lunch bag with your sandwiches in it, and you walk out of the school doors and into the football field which was deserted because it was lunch time, so it always gave you the best opportunity to head behind the bleachers to have some peaceful time for yourself, and that was until you almost dropped your bag as you screamed and flinched when you saw someone already there who snapped his head back at you.

Billy Hargrove.

Your breathing was heavy and your eyes were still trying to focus from the scare but as soon as they did you realized that Billy’s eyes were filled with tears, one or two might have escaped because you could see the glistening trail that they left behind on his cheeks. You were trying to talk to him, but then his eyebrows furrowed together, a tight angry look on his face.

“The fuck you looking at Harrington?” You flinched back at that, annoyance switching inside of you instead of fear. This guy was crying and has the audacity to sound threatening?

“Oh, right, sorry, it’s just seeing Billy Hargrove actually having feelings is a sight.” His eyes snapped wide at your response, surprise crossing his features while he stared at you this time. “Who’s staring now?”

“Oh, right, sorry, it’s just that hearing you fucking talk for once is a sight.” You were taken aback by his response, mimicking yours. You sucked on your right cheek in annoyance as he wiped his cheeks away.

“Well, off you go.” He snaps his head at you, a frown on his features to then letting a smirk spread on his lips.

“I came here first. You go.” You scoff at that, shaking your head at him.

“No, I always come here at lunchtime, it’s my place.”

“Well, that’s lonely as fuck.” You know that. You fucking know that, he doesn’t need to say it to your face, not the heartthrob of the school. Before your heart could turn in pain you nod at him.

“Fine, take it for today.” You turn to finally walk away. Maybe you can eat at the picnic table in the forest? But sometimes the stoner would go there to deal, and you weren’t judging Munson really, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive.

“Wait.” You stopped on your tracks and slowly turned around to see Billy slumping down on the ground, his back resting against a column of the bleachers while he rested his forearms on his bent knees. “You can stay here if you don’t tell anyone you saw me like this.”

Who would you even tell this to? He might be scared that you would tell Steve about it, but Billy seems to not know you don’t actually have a good relationship with your brother, and you have just one casual friend in this school. You look in between the bleachers and towards the woods and then you look back at Billy, giving a sigh and finally sitting down with your legs crossed.

It was silent between you two, almost uncomfortable but not quite. You were eating your sandwich and you took out a bottle of water out of your bag too. You glanced once at him, and he was looking at the distance, just breathing slowly. You wanted to know what happened to him, because he didn’t seem like the guy that would cry easily. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow up at you.

“Why do you eat here?” He asks and you clear your throat, taking a sip of your water.

“Why were you crying?”

“Touché.” You gave a nod in understanding. You weren’t going to talk to him if he wasn’t going to talk to you. You looked inside your bag to grab onto the other sandwich, and you handed it to him. He looked at it with a frown and then back at you.

“If you’re here it means you didn’t eat. Basketball players need food.” You calmly say to him and he looks down at the sandwich, taking it from your hands, and then taking a bite out of it, grimacing in disgust.

“What the fuck is in this?” He looks down into it and you smirk at him, finishing off your own.

“Mustard and pickle sandwich.”

He ate the sandwich anyway. It was nice to eat lunch with someone for once, even if that person was Billy Hargrove and it would be a one time thing in your life… Though, it wasn’t. Billy was back behind the bleachers almost everyday after that. He wasn’t at all that persona that he was with everyone else with you. The cocky insufferable bastard you knew was all a mask, and you could see it when he told you about how Tammy Thompson tried to hide a fart with her cough in class.

“You’re fucking kidding…” You were giggling, covering your mouth as you both sat in front of one another, and the closeness slowly shrinking as two weeks went by of eating lunch with him.

“I am not, she actually thought it was discreet, but I heard it. Not that I said anything about it, but it was a total boner killer.” You raised an eyebrow at that, swallowing your apple that you were having as dessert.

“What, girls can’t fart Hargrove?” He rolls his eyes at you and then raises his hand to flick your forehead, making you wince and rub the skin he left in a red state.

“I didn’t say that. When you trust someone enough to do it in their face, sure. Not in the middle of class, and much less when you are a chair in front of mine.” At that you let out a laugh, throwing your head back. He chuckled and took a swig of his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side so it wouldn’t hit your face.

“God, I really don’t pay attention to shit like that.” You took another bite of your apple and Billy was still looking at you, clearing his throat, making you look up at him.

“What do you do on Friday nights? I mean, your brother is at every single party but you are nowhere to be found.” He asks you and you feel your cheeks flush slightly at that. You look down at your apple and swallow your bite.

“I often watch movies. Have my own movie nights, sometimes with popcorn, and if I am feeling fancy, S’mores.” You gave him a small smile as you took another sip of water but Billy was still looking at you with a frown to his eyebrows.

“By yourself?” And you suddenly felt embarrassment washing over you. How pathetic were you? He is a guy that has every student in this school eating at the palm of his hand, plans of going out somewhere almost everyday, a date every single night, and you just watched movies and read books for company.

“I– I have to go.” You suddenly blurt out, standing up abruptly to then wipe your jeans from the dirt of the floor. Billy was following suit, doing the same thing, and about to stop you, but you were already walking away. You didn’t need the reminder of how stupid all of your life sounded. You didn’t need it from him. You were always reminded of it by your father, saying that you should be more like his son. Your mother says that at her age she already dated someone and had tons of friends. Steve showing off his new relationship and friends to you, keeping you in the shadows from everyone.

You didn’t need more reminders.

So when you got home, and realized Steve was already out of sight, probably at Heather’s party, you took your time to shower, put on some comfy sweatpants, a white t-shirt and a gray hoodie, and you grabbed your movies and went downstairs. Maybe they will cheer you up from all the stuff that has happened with Billy today. It’s stupid, you both don’t talk to each other all day, yet at lunch you just talk non-stop.

Sweet popcorn was today’s choice and you were already salivating at the smell of it all. Once it was done you put it in a bowl and headed over to the living room, turning the TV on, and putting Pretty in Pink in your VHS. Steve must be getting drunk with his friends by now, dancing to Roxette or something like that. You popped a single popcorn in your mouth and you were about to press play but you were interrupted when glass knocking was heard from the sliding door to the garden.

You jumped up in fear, eyes widened as you quickly turned your head and saw Billy fucking Hargrove outside the doors. You blinked once, twice, three times. Wasn’t he at Heather’s party too? You stood up from your seat, blushing at your attire but he already saw you in it, no time to actually go change. You fixed your glasses at the bridge of your nose as you walked towards the doors to finally unlock them and open a side for him.

“What the fuck are you doing here Billy!” You almost screamed at him, but he raised his hands up in a surrender mode and chuckled at you.

“By that yelling I am assuming your parents are still gone. Let me in, I’m fucking freezing.” He walks past you and you scoff at the nerve of this man. You close the door and you see him looking around with his hands inside his black leather jacket. Your eyes trailed downwards for a second, taking in how tight his pants were, but you snapped out of it, walking around him so that you were facing him.

“What are you doing here?” You ask again and he simply shrugs, still looking all around your house.

“Party was lame as shit, and you said there was a movie night here tonight. That seemed far more interesting than Tommy trying to do a keg stand and falling onto it, breaking his nose.” He walks to the couch, sitting down on it and he immediately grabs the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table. Your mouth hangs open again at this, going to the couch and sitting down next to him.

“You– I don’t need your pity.” You say to him, looking down at your hands as you played with the hem of the sleeves of your hoodie. He chuckles at that and shakes his head.

“Sweetheart, I don’t pity anyone. The party was really fucking boring.” He takes a popcorn in his mouth and he hums at the sweetness. You raise an eyebrow to look at him. You never thought Billy Hargrove would be on the sweet side of stuff. “So, what are we watching?”

A smirk formed on your lips. He was gonna fucking hate it, that’s what he gets for barging in your house.

Yet–

“I fucking hated Duckie.” You were wide eyed at him. He had paid complete attention to the movie, even giving small commentary that he really liked the fact that the girl stood up for herself. He turns to look at you, a frown coming to his eyebrows. “What?”

“I just… I didn’t think you like this genre of movies.” You reply to him, a little bit nervous for some reason and he smiles at you and then looks back at the screen.

“I never watched one of these. They have a lot of plot, and they’re interesting.” Your eyes sparkled in excitement and you grabbed his shoulder, which made him look at you alarmingly.

“You’re in for a ride.”

Billy came back again the next day, taking the chance that Steve was out at Nancy’s for the night. He then sneaked into your room while Steve slept and you played Grease on your small TV and VHS that were on top of your dresser. He actually enjoyed it, but despised it because it was a musical. The next time, he actually came through the front door, and you both finally watched Sixteen Candles together. Now, Saturday Night, Steve was at Nancy’s for a family dinner and Billy was taking out two beers from the six pack he came with.

“I don’t drink…” You say to him and he raises an eyebrow up at you.

“Daily or weekly, but you have tried alcohol. One beer is not going to kill you Sweetheart.” You nodded at that and you grabbed onto the can, sitting back down on the couch. You opened it as Billy walked towards you and plopped down with a huff, already taking a swig out of his can. You grimaced at yours and you took a tentative sip, lowering the can to look at him, completely disgusted by the taste and he simply threw his head back in laughter.

“Disgusting.” You say to him and he shrugs at you, sending a smile your way.

“It’s an acquired taste baby, you just keep drinking it, if you feel fuzzy you can leave it.” You felt your heart accelerate at him, feeling the butterflies exploding in your stomach. You didn’t know when your relationship with Billy took a turn for the better, but he actually sends a smile your way this time when walking down the halls, he sometimes greets you when you pass by him in the hallways, like he is not making it seem like he doesn’t know you.

So it was hard not to fall for him. It was undeniable at this point, and even if he was strong and mean, and an ultimate bully to everyone else, he comes here to your house, watches romantic comedies with you, eats popcorn with you, and you two talk about nonsense all evening. Nobody knows about this, and you’re happy to have this secret between the two of you. You can live in the fantasy a little bit longer.

“What did you bring?” You look at the cassette he got and you look at the front of it. You grimaced again and showed it to him. “The terminator?”

“Classic sweetheart, it’s an action movie, you gotta expand your movie knowledge a bit.” You didn’t want to complain, it was the first time Billy suggested to watch something he likes, and in reality you were interested in knowing it, and hopefully like it the way he does.

News flash, you didn’t like it.

“Why are there so many guns?! It's unnecessary!” You complain, your beer gone and you do feel a little fuzzy but not too much. You just felt giddy. He laughed at your side and shook his head as he drank his second can.

“That’s what action movies are, baby, they are irrational, little to nothing of plot, and shooting everywhere.” He says and you sigh at that, shaking your head. The room filled with silence as Billy looked forward, his smile slowly disappearing. “You know why I come here often?”

You straightened at that, blinked with confusion as you turned to look at him. You frowned when you saw how serious he got, just out of nowhere, and your belly turned for him, not in a romantic way, but more of a worry kind of nervousness.

“Because parties now bore you?” You ask him and he gives you one chuckle and then shakes his head, resting it on the backrest of the couch, looking at the ceiling.

“You help me distract myself.” He took a deep breath in as you kept looking at him and you knew it was something he was having a hard time talking about. “The day you saw me crying… I was actually afraid.”

“What?”

“My father… Let’s just say he has– a rough hand. Any slip up I make, I just get a punch out of it… I’m just so angry all the time, so unlike my fucking self and who I actually am when I am at school. I just let out my anger towards people, because I cannot take it out on my own father.” You could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and you knew he was trying to choke back tears as he talked. Your heart just knotted at seeing him like this, feeling helpless, not knowing what to actually tell him.

“Billy–”

“And you… I tried to be mean to you… And you actually had the guts that no one had at this school yet. Talk back to me.” His head turned to finally look at you again and your eyes burned at his confession. “I couldn’t be mean to you… With you I can— I can be calm, watch a movie, talk about how creepy that Creel house is and how we should sabotage it– I mean, the only thing I talk with the people from school? Chicks, sex, cars, alcohol.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips, turning your whole body to face him, your legs coming to rest on top of the couch too, bending them and resting your side on the backrest.

“Well, I am glad I could help in some way… My house is always open for you Billy.” His eyes were just staring into yours now, the only thing being heard in the room were your breaths, until he finally talked.

“Can I kiss you?”

What?

There is no possible way you heard that from him. This is a dream, it has to be a dream. There is no way Billy Hargrove, your now friend, your crush, the guy you like has asked to actually kiss you. This only happens in movies, in books, and it never happens in real life, at least, not to you.

“W-Why would you want to kiss me?” And Billy’s features turned into saddened ones at your words. Don’t you realize how beautiful you are? He straightened up on the couch, his body turning to face you as well as both of your hearts jumped out of your chest.

“Why wouldn’t I want to kiss you?” was his short answer. Your belly turned in pure nervousness now as your body grew a cold sweat. You never kissed anyone, and Billy seemed to know how to do it, and you were just too inexperienced. A flush came over all of your body as you fixed the glasses on the bridge of your nose and you looked down to avoid his gaze.

“I– I never–” You gulped, not being able to finish the phrase from how stupid it sounded. A warm hand was pressed on your cheek, making you lift your head up to look at him again, and you didn’t realize how close he got to you, his blue eyes staring into yours.

“I ask you again… Can I kiss you?” And you finally give him a nod. You weren’t going to miss this chance, not for one second. He still wants to kiss you despite you not knowing what you were getting yourself into. He smiled at you and grabbed onto your glasses, pulling them off your face and setting them on the coffee table. “They were just going to get in the way.”

You took a shaky breath in, his hand still on your cheek as he slowly leaned down towards you. You closed your eyes and his remained open to remember your features as he finally does what he has been wanting to do for the past weeks. At first it was a simple attraction of course, but he knew it was more than that, and he was scared as shit about it… But he never wanted someone as much as he’s been wanting you.

His lips connected with yours in a soft peck, brief, and you let a breath go out of your lips, only for another peck to land. Then another, then another that lingered there a bit more, and then the next one he just stayed there, and suddenly started moving his lips, guiding you as your heartbeat made you deaf in your ears. How do people do this and not faint at the spot?

The lip smacking was heard in the room as your hands finally were brave enough to travel, one scanning his bicep, the other one moving towards the back of his neck, feeling his skin under your fingertips. His free hand landed on your waist, not pressing too hard so that you know that he is being mindful of you. At this point, Billy would already be inside someone, satisfying his needs, but with you… He wasn’t going to do that, at least not now, not yet, and that is if you let him.

He wants to take care of you.

He pulled away for a second, his lips touching yours still as your breathing mixed with one another’s in soft pants. You were feeling as if you were burning all over, not knowing what was happening with you. You never felt like this before, and maybe it has to do with the fact that not only was Billy good looking, but you also feel more than just friendship for him.

“You okay?” You nod frantically at him, wanting more, giving him a peck on the lips making him chuckle in a low tone. “Sorry baby, but I need more.”

He suddenly pushed you back on the couch, crawling over you and you didn’t even think, you just wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he kept his bottom half away from yours, even if it pained him on his thighs from the strength he was doing to keep himself up. His lips connected with yours again, rougher this time, more desperate, the kiss suddenly turning into a very heated one as he suddenly licks your bottom lip a few times.

The butterflies in your belly explode as you open your mouth and his tongue finally slides in. You gasp at the feeling, your hands finding his biceps through his blouse, and you felt his chain hitting your neck at every movement. One hand was still gripping on your waist, while the other remained at your nape, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

You really can’t believe this is happening, not to you, not with Billy, it doesn’t make sense that he looked your way, it doesn’t make sense that he actually wants to kiss you, not when he has Heather on his tail all the time, or Carol even if she is dating Tommy. Or Janet. You always hear them talking about him in the bathroom, always planning their move on him, and this feels you with a sense of power, with a sense of accomplishment and pride in yourself.

Your hands ran through his hair and he groaned into the kiss, and that ignited so many things inside of you that you never felt in your life, and you wanted to hear more of it. Billy was trying his best to keep himself in a hovering position with you, but he was finding it harder and harder to do so. He can’t go on, at least not today when it was your first kiss. He didn’t want to scare you, even if your urges were the same as his, because he could feel your need to pull him even closer.

The door suddenly clicked and both of your eyes snapped wide open, pulling away, looking at one another, panting heavily. Best scenario, it's your parents, and they would be thrilled that you actually, and finally, have someone over at your house… Now, worst case scenario–

“What the ACTUAL FUCK?!” You both sat up on the couch to look over at Steve, who was standing there in the living room, wide eyed, and his face reddened bit by bit. Shit.

“Steve–” You started talking but he raised his hand at you, to then point a finger at Billy.

“Get the fuck off my sister.” You wanted to roll your eyes at this, because why is he acting all protective now? You finally got some action in your fucking life and he wants to take it away from you.

“I don’t think she wants me to leave.” Billy dares to say, glaring at your brother who took a look at the coffee table, seeing the cans of beer. His mind started racing, and Billy followed his gaze, his mouth opening to talk but Steve was running up the stairs already. Your eyes widened and you pushed Billy off, standing up quickly and urging him to do the same.

“You have to leave!” You were trying to push Billy towards the front door but his feet were still planted against the floor with a frown to his face, and your head snapped to the stairs to see Steve running back down with his baseball bat in his hands. Billy’s eyes widen when Steve starts to approach him with a swinging motion.

“Taking fucking advantage of my sister is something I won’t take from you Hargrove, so get the fuck out of my house before I crush your skull in!”

“Shit, Harrington– Fucking listen for a second–” Steve’s baseball bat hits the backrest of the couch, and you could see the dent of the wooden under it that he created. Billy ripped himself off you and gave you a look as if asking if you were okay.

“I’ll talk to him, you go.” You tell him and he gulps, looking back at Steve with a threatening look on his face which Steve only scoffed at.

“I’ll talk to you later.” Billy says with a small squeeze to your hand as he walks out of the house, passing by Steve. Your brother follows him to the front door and he doesn’t walk back inside until Billy drives away with his Camaro. After the roaring engine can be heard in the distance, Steve slams the door shut, throwing the bat at the floor and stomping back into the living room where you were standing there with a glare on your eyes as if you were about to kill him.

“When I saw his fucking car out in front of the house I thought it was a stupid coincidence, and I come in here to see you about to have sex with the sluttiest man in the goddamn school! What are you thinking!?” You frown in anger at that, stepping towards him.

“I am his friend! I wasn’t going to have sex with him, and he wasn’t taking fucking advantage of me! I drank ONE beer, ONE!” You yell back at him and he fake laughs as he runs his hand over his face.

“The first time you have a guy in this house, and it is Billy FUCKING Hargrove. The one guy that I am fighting with for Captain at our basketball team, the one guy that gives me the hardest fucking time of my life at the moment, and you want me to just accept that he wants to be with you because he WANTS TO?” Your chest hurt at those words, your own coming out in soft stutters at Steve’s blind rage.

“He even asked me if I wanted to, and I said yes–”

“God, you cannot be this fucking stupid! He hates me, makes my life a living hell, and you seriously think that he is a nice guy!? You really think there is no ulterior motive!?” He yelled at you and his words were stabbing you in every part of your body, your head already spinning from how harsh he was being with you.

“Why? Is it impossible that he actually wants to be with me?” You try to say loudly at him, even if your fingers start to feel numb. He scoffed at that, looking at you.

“Yes, and I don’t think you are dumb enough to not see that.” He was referring to so many other things, and it was regarding Billy’s persona, in Billy’s actions, in his rivalry with him… And when he saw your tear rolling down your face, his anger evaporated as if water was being thrown at him.

“Okay…” Was your defeated response. You turned around to retrieve your glasses from your coffee table and Steve winced, clenching his eyes tightly together as pain rushed through his body.

“That wasn’t what I meant– Hey, listen to me, I really didn’t mean it to sound like that–” But you weren’t listening, putting the cassettes back into their cases and turning off the TV. You grabbed them and walked past him, going up into your room. Steve stood there, knowing he hurt you once again, not knowing what to do but run a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath as he started pacing back and forth.

He didn’t mean it to sound like no guy would want you, he didn’t mean it at all like that, yet the words coming out of his mouth betrayed him, completely. He doesn’t know how to make it up to you, because if he had given you the chance to go to the parties with him when you asked in your freshman year, many times, and told you yes instead of no, you would have more experiences, you might even have friends. If only he had let you come out of your room at his own parties when you asked him, almost begged him to let you participate, but he declined each time. Then in your sophomore year, you didn’t ask anymore, just accepted that he wasn’t going to tell you anymore about them, and you automatically locked the door whenever he hosted a party.

This year, he tried to invite you, many times. You always declined. You didn’t even want to eat dinner with him, and he knows you want to leave the house as soon as possible thanks to him. Even with your parents. For the past two years he had been so blind because of his father’s approval and the one of all the students in Hawkins High that he didn’t notice how your parents didn’t ask you stuff at dinner. All questions were always directed to him. He noticed this year, and he tried to tell them you had nailed your exams, and the only thing you got from your father was ‘As she should.’

He was the cause of who you were now. Not at all the bubbly and animated girl that asked him to raise her up like an airplane in their backyard, not at all the small girl that put makeup on him pretending she was a stylist, not at all the middle school girl that got excited to see him whenever she got home from school to tell him about what she learned that day.

He walked up the stairs and raised his hand to knock on your door, only to hear soft sobs on the other side, muffled. He wonders if you had also cried when he denied you all those times. He doesn’t know how to even make it up to you. He doesn’t know if he even can.

So the next day, when you didn’t come out of your room, he let you have your alone time. Now on Monday he tried knocking on your door, only to receive the notice that you felt sick. He tried walking in but your door was completely locked. His eyebrows twitched and his mind had come up with a plan. A plan he will terribly hate. A plan that might end up badly for him. But it’s what he deserves for what he did to you.

Billy looked everywhere for you, and even asked Barbara Holland where you could be. She told him that she hadn’t seen her at Science that day either, so his best guess was that you had skipped school. His jaw clenched when he asked other people about you and some of them didn’t even know what you looked like. He waited for the bell to ring, and he was going to tumble Steve down if he had to in order to see you. He didn’t care.

But when he walked out of the school doors to rush to his Camaro, he was surprised to see Steve Harrington sitting on his trunk with his arms crossed. Billy’s eyes hardened at the sight, walking towards him, tilting his head in question at the brown haired boy who was looking at Billy with a mix of emotions behind his eyes.

“Harrington. Get off my fucking car.” He says and Steve gulps as he looks to the side.

“I fucked up.” At that Billy’s eyebrows turned into a frown, but his fists started clenching as Steve kept talking, telling him everything, everything he did to you, and what he had said to you that night when Billy left.

While this was happening, you were combing your hair after the shower you took while sitting on your bed. You had taken a shower because you were greasy from yesterday already, and you really didn't want to get up, but you didn’t have a choice. Ever since Steve said that, you didn’t have the guts to actually call Billy because at some far away place in your mind, it made sense.

You were invisible, and suddenly you were noticed? It doesn’t sound real.

So maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it really was to get into your pants to mess with your brother, and that was honestly the most reasonable explanation for it. You frowned when you heard the door open downstairs, your door was left open so you could hear some drawers being open, to then hear steps coming up the stairs. Your eyes widened when you saw Steve slamming himself against the door frame of your room.

His eye was completely inflamed from a punch received to the face, his nose was bleeding and he was holding some ice covered in a rug to soak the blood in it. From what you could see, his lip was busted as well and his breathing was coming out of his mouth, almost in a pant.

“Steve, what happened?” Even in your hatred for him, seeing him this way made your heart fill with worry, pushing all of the other feelings aside. You were about to rise from the bed until Steve raised his hand up at you.

“I deserved it.” He looked towards the hallway and your eyes widened when you saw Billy coming into view, a pack of frozen peas on his right hand, his eyes glaring at Steve as he passed by him and into your room. His eyes turned to yours and you couldn’t help but look up at him, completely stunned. Steve groans and closes the door for you two as he heads downstairs.

“What… Did you…?” You stutter as you sit back on your bed, seeing Billy’s injured hand as he sat on your bed too, nodding as he looked at you.

“I sure as hell did. Fucker deserved it. He told me everything, from the very beginning, and also what he said to you on Saturday night right after I left.” You feel your face flush with embarrassment and you look down at your hands again. You are not understanding what is going on, nor why Steve would go and tell your life story to Billy. “Though I have to say… Your brother does care for you.” You scoff at that.

“Right. Like he cared for me the past two years.” You reply with venom in your voice and you feel Billy scoot closer to you.

“He knows. He knows what he did to you. Your freshman year was the punch on the eye, your sophomore year was on his lip… And what he said on Saturday was the one on the nose.” He lets out a chuckle and you feel mixed emotions to that. You were happy that he defended your honor, but Steve was still your brother and you didn’t want physical harm to come to him.

“Don’t punch him again… Please.” You slowly looked up at Billy and his blue eyes were already looking at you. Your heart rate picked up the longer he stared at you.

“Do you really believe what he said to you that night?” He asks you, a small worried tone behind his voice. You feel yourself gulp and you look away in embarrassment or nervousness, you no longer know.

“I– After years of feeling this way, it was a very possible scenario.” You say to him in a low voice, your fingers playing with each other. You see him put the bag of peas away, and his hands look for yours. You look down to see his right hand completely bruised up, some skin completely chipped off on his knuckles. You gasp at that and his hold gets stronger on you, making you look up at him. He was closer now, making your breathing get stuck in your throat.

“How can I prove to you that I want you? How can I prove to you that I like you, that I like you very much that I drive myself insane with this fucking feeling, because god knows I am not good with relationships…” For the first time you see a blush come to his cheeks, and his gaze looks down at your connected hands, like how you do when you get nervous. “But I wanna try that with you.”

Your heart leapt out of your mouth almost, not truly believing what was happening, but the bruised knuckles made it more real, the blush on his cheeks made you realize it was no dream at all. This man in front of you wants you, despite it all, and you both have so many broken pieces to pick up inside one another, but you figure that you can help each other. You can mend his heart back, as he can mend yours.

“I think… The first step would be a date…” You say to him almost in a whisper and he chuckles as he looks up at you. He squints slightly at that as if in thought as your smile grows on your face while looking at him.

“I have an idea for it. I think they are showcasing the new Rambo movie.” He says to you with a smirk to his face and your mouth fell open at that, shaking your head.

“I am not watching an action movie on our first date!” He chuckles at that, his face coming closer to yours slowly, and you feel magnetized to him as you both leaned into one another.

“Oh, I bet you prefer the one where the bad boy goes for the intelligent and perfect girl, that genre, right?” You squint at him, pretending to be offended by his words.

“Don’t act like you don’t like those movies Hargrove.” At that he chuckles, his left hand snaking to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him, a soft breath hitting your lips as he talks.

“I might have a thing for romance.” His lips touched yours again, and you smiled through the kiss, your own hands resting on the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, to taste him even better. Your lips moved along with his, taking in eachother’s breaths, bodies coming closer at each second.

“Don’t fuck my sister, I draw the line there. Not today, not with me here.” You both heard Steve’s voice behind the door, making Billy groan in annoyance and pull away from you to glare at the door as the steps could be heard and another door closes down the hallway.

“I am punching him again.” Billy says and you were glaring at the door too.

“My turn.”

A/N: Well shit, I hope you enjoyed. IT TURNED OUT TO BE A ONE SHOT.

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Mean! Perv! Billy Hargrove x innocent! Pastor daughter! Reader

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♡ He would see you around town with your short dresses and the rosary hanging around your neck

♡ he thought you were so cute but you stayed away from him like the plague, your father told you all about billy hargrove how he was a womanizer, too consumed by lust, how he was no good.

♡ you had never actually spoken to billy, you had made eye contact a few times but you would quickly run off, that is until he was dragged to your father's church by his dad

♡ there he saw you standing near your mother at the front of the church, while your father gave a speech about something he didnt care about. He watched your doe eyes wonder around the church paying more attention to the stained glass windows

♡ he came up to you as everyone was talking, he stalked behind you noticing you were nervously playing with your fingers as if you didnt know what to do with your hands. You jumped when you felt his breathe on your neck

♡ shocked to see billy Hargrove of all people behind you, he cornered you against the wall trapping you from escaping.

"I- um cant talk right now m-my dad is probably wondering where I am I have to go-"

"Hold your horses princess, I just want to talk about our lord and saviour"

"You can talk to my dad he- um he knows a lot more than me"

♡ he somehow manages to keep you talking to him, enough to get you to ramble and prolong the conversation

"That is a lovely dress, it looks so beautiful you"

"Thanks my mom got it for me- actually she gets all my clothes, I'm not allowed to buy myself clothes without her permission- BUT I- i dont mind, I like what she picks out, makes me look nice a-and I dont like choosing things I'm very indecisive and I would probably be there all day so I'm actually happy she chooses my clothes because-"

♡ he simply stares at you while you talk not interrupting simply listening to you speak. He knows he makes you nervous, the way your eyes dart everywhere except his is laughable

♡ unfortunately the conversation is cut short by your father and his dad

"Billy hargrove, come to make a mockery out of my daughter?"

"No sir I've actually seen the light, your daughter was just telling me about you gorgeous church and how much of a loyal man you are to god. Honestly sir I have so much respect for you"

"I- well thank you- I've been doveted to our lord for as long as I remember it's nice for someone to finally acknowledge my efforts. I'm happy to help you find your way to god and banish those demons for good, your father and I were just talking about hanging out at my house perhaps you can come along, I'm sure Y/N is happy to help you with your journey"

"That would be lovely sir"

♡ who knew it sould be so easy to get access to you when he fuel your father's ego?

♡ the next week billy happily went over to your house, you were sat at the dining room table with a bible infront of you as well as some other books and sheets once again refusing to make eye contact with him as your father lead him to you.

♡ you meekly asked him a few questions about how much he knew and where he would like to start off on

"Wherever you would like doll"

♡ billy didnt pay attention to anything you were saying this time, too busy looking at the photos around your house and the decor. He only looked back at you when stumbled over your words and looked like you were on the verge of tears

"What's wrong sweetheart? You okay?"

"I- um I just dont think I'm the person you should be doing this with- i- I dont know why my dad put you up to this- I've never done this before I dont know what I'm doing"

♡ he smiled as tears rolled down your cheeks, your lips forming a pout which sent a shock down to his forming hard on. He placed his hand on your thigh causing you jolt

"That's okay, you're doing so good for me already. I already feel like a worthy man"

♡ you placed your hand on top of his, playing with his fingers as he massaged circles into your soft skin.

♡ he slid his hands further between your thighs, now feeling up your flesh and slowly making his way to the flower in between your legs

"Y-you cant do that you shouldnt be touching there- I- were not married- I'm going to go to hell if you do that-"

♡ you made no actual attempt at removing his hand, simply holding his wrist as he stared at you smirking, he glanced around to see if anyone was near.

"You're not going to hell it's not like we're doing anything against the lords rules, I'm just touching you. It cant be bad if it feels good, can it?"

♡ he grazes his lips over yours letting you smell the cigarettes and mint gum on his breathe, soon removing himself from you and turning to the table as the adults walk in

"Everything going okay In here?"

"Absolutely sir, Y/N here was just telling me about easter"

♡ your meetings soon became a scheduled event and nothing else had happened since that first meeting

♡ that was until your father had left you alone with billy, a horrible mistake on his part

♡ when he first noticed the quietness in the house he was worried he got the wrong date that is until you meekly walked out of the shadows and lead him to your usual spot at the dining table

"Where's your parents?"

"Hes out with your dad I- i think they're fishing.."

"What about your mom?"

"Shes at her book club..."

♡ the giddiness in billy was comparable to a child on Christmas. over the weeks he had gained your trust, convincing you that he was serious about god

♡ so when he suggesting going to your room instead you agreed (although hesitantly)

♡ walking into your room he immediately noticed the cross hanging above your canopy bed which was pushed against the wall. The curtains around it almost highlighted your sleeping area.

♡ he quickly noticed how embarrassed you were, perhaps it was the stuffed toys, or the light colours, or the photos on the walls?

♡ you ushered him on the bed quickly preferring him to not stare at the immature state of your bedroom, although you would prefer posters of your favourite singers, pictures of your friends you were unable to at wishes of your father

♡ much like your first meeting billy let's you ramble, his eyes focused on your lips, he isnt sure what you're talking about especially when you bite your lip when reading out your notes

"Have you ever kissed someone before?"

♡ the question makes you choke on your breathe, whipping your head to face him. spluttering out a sentence

"What?! Why would you ask me that?! I- cant kiss anyone- I- I'll be in so much trouble- I'm not allowed to kiss anyone-"

"Would you like to?"

♡ that quickly shut you up as you looked up at him, he tilts his head at you and moves closer to you, his breath making goosebumps rise on your skin

♡ he kisses your unresponsive lips, too shocked at what is happening to kiss back (not that you knew how)

♡ when he pulled back you were staring at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He grabbed your stuff and set it on your vanity, his hand traveled to your side and pushed you on your back

♡ he towered over you, your breath hitching in your throat, his arms either side of your head. He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, it took a while for you to relax and try to follow his movements but you eventually got the hang of it.

♡ just as the man himself things got rough quickly, his hand in your hair and his tongue entering your mouth. You melted against him wrapping your arms around Billys shoulders

♡ when you broke apart for air your lips were puffy and swollen, billy was looking no better his hair was disheveled and his eyes were half lidded.

♡ he kissed the side of you face travelling to your jaw then towards your neck, where you gripped his shirt as he licked a stripe over your neck.

♡His hands wondered down to your chest, pulling your sundress down to reveal your bra to him

"Wait! Wait wait I- billy i cant- we shouldnt be doing this we should stop"

"Sh sh shhh just take what I give you"

♡ his hands continued their exploring, flipping your bra to reveal your soft nipples, leaning down his breath soon hardened them making you whimper

♡ he kissed your right nipple while rolling the left in his hand, the hand unattended drifted down your thighs and under your dress

"Billy stop- we cant do this i- I- I'm gonna get into s'much trouble"

"It cant be wrong if it feels good baby"

♡ he continues kissing and fondling your breasts, his hand slipping to your underwear pressing a thumb against your clothed clit making you jolt your hips with a loud whine.

♡ he chuckled against your chest moving his face to meet yours

"That feel good? Want me to do it again?"

"I dont know- I dont know! Feels weird.."

♡ he kissed your mouth and let's his other hand wander to your thighs. he pulls back to get a full view of you, your thighs spread, your lips puffy, your tits out. A sight that would make the devil groan, which is what he did.

♡ he plays with your thighs and your clothed cunt, soon sliding the piece of fabric to the side to get a better view of your forbidden fruit. He watches as your fluids leak from you, clamping around nothing and clit twitching from the harsh temperature of the room

♡ he places his thumb over your clit watching you jerk against him, clearly not used to stimulation, he circles around it then leans down pressing a kiss against it (maybe a quick suck too)

♡ the action makes you cry

"Billy 'is dirty"

♡ he slides with finger in you, the heat and tightness of your body almost making him cum in his pants. You're mewling underneath him and he gives you feelings you've never experienced

♡ his fingers work you open aiming to make sure you're able to fit his cock. When he pulls pants down to his thighs and grips his cock, your eyes are wide and full of second thoughts. Being the gentlemen he is he grabs your hand and makes you feel it

"S'hot, 'n it feels weird"

"Supposed to be hot gonna make you all warm"

"S'not gonna fit, your fingers felt too much, cant take this.."

"Cant take my cock?"

"Dont say that! That's dirty!"

♡ he drags his cock head over your clit, the heat of it shutting you up.

"I'll make it fit baby"

♡ he pulls your thighs apart and wraps his arm around your head, his body encapsulates yours as he pressed his cock inside of you. The stretch hurts and leaves you grabbing as much as billy as you can, he whispers praises to the side of your neck as he desperately tries to hold back.

♡ after an intense 5 minutes of him rubbing your clit and getting you to relax he starts thrusting, soft and slow but soon picking up as you unconsciously buck you hips into his. Your bed shook and you cried into his neck as he defiled you for any other man

"That feel good?"

"Ah- Feels big! 'Feel so full ngh- too full!"

"Yeah? Ya think your god would like this?"

"Gon' be In so much trouble billy"

"Ngh fuck- I'll be your god baby, I'll never get mad at you- fucking take it for me- you'll be my most devoted follower, c'mon say I'm your god, say it, say it for me baby 'n I'll make you feel so good c'mon say it"

"My god- y- your my god"

"Good girl, fuck-"

♡ as you reached orgasm you tried to push him off telling him that you were gonna pee, luckily for him you werent strong especially when you were getting your beliefs banged out.

♡ you came with a wail wrapping your legs around his waist, trapping him inside you, his hips stuttering as he came inside you.

♡ thus a sneaky beautiful relationship began

♡ hed take you for dates at his favourite cafe ordering milkshakes then stealing the cherry placed on top of yours then making jokes about once again "stealing your cherry"

♡ he steals your underwear especially when hes been teasing you all day, he likes the juices you leave behind, likes sucking on them, cumming on them, keeping them for himself and returning them soiled

♡ let's you come to the pool after hours just so he can fuck you in the water

♡ definitely buys you thin white bikinis just so he can see what's underneath when they get wet

♡ has grabbed a lollipop from your lips and pretended to fuck your mouth with it, you're none the wiser and assume he wants you to get the most flavour out it

♡ touches you in church and whispers how gross you are

"You're disgusting, really letting me touch you in the house of god?"

♡ flips up your skirt all the time, he blames the wind even if theres no breeze.

♡ he had dinner with your parents and had his fingers knuckle deep inside you the entire time, liking your juices if his fingers when dessert came out

♡ comes in through you window just so he can see you without prying eyes, he either wakes you up like a normal person or he wake you up by eating you out/ fingering you

♡ has had phone sex with you multiple times, he treats it like a confession booth and hes mostly degrading you the entire time

"You're fucking disgusting thinking about my cock, you're supposed to be a child of god" - says the man with your panties wrapped around his cock

♡ has gotten you drunk before and made you grind on his foot while you suck along his cock

♡ chokes you with your rosary when hes fucking you from behind, pulls on it like a leash

♡ taught you how to masturbate by sitting you infront of a mirror and touching you, you never fully learnt because billy has no self control

♡ bites you in places that arent visible to your parents, says you've been bitten by the devil

♡ spits in your mouth all the time

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aemondsbabe · 2 months

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Give Me an O!

summary: billy walks in on you in a bit of a compromising situation, and you finally go after what you want

pairing: billy hargrove x cheerleader!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, reader is very flexible, minor injury it's fine, piv sex, unprotected sex oopsy daisy, public sex technically, hand over mouth, fingering, breast/nipple play if you blink, dirty talk, reader's hair is long enough that she can have a ponytail but no other physical descriptors are used, billy is a himbo, steve harrington cameo

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“You sure you don’t want me to stay with you?” Your best friend asks as she slings her gym bag over her shoulder, “I don’t mind staying a couple minutes.”

“Nah,” you shrug, still panting a little from practice as you lean to the side with a little sigh, stretching down toward your leg, “You go on, I’ll catch you tomorrow.”

“Alright, cool,” she chirps, glossy lips flicking up into that sincere, beaming smile that had become her signature, “Bye!” She calls over her shoulder as she turns, white tennis shoes thumping against the shiny wooden floor as your name echoes around the gym.

“Bye, Chrissy!” You reply with a smile, glancing up as the heavy metal doors at the side of the room click closed, leaving you alone for the time being.

With a tired huff, you check your watch, one that matched Chrissy’s exactly – gold with a baby pink face. You’d gotten them at the mall last summer, a joint birthday present.

4:34pm.

A sigh leaves your lips as you lunge forward, hands planted firmly on your hips as you try to ignore the slight burn in your thigh. So, that’s… like, forty-five minutes until basketball practice starts, you think, eyes pointed up at the white metal ceiling as you do mental math, trying to figure out exactly how long you’ll have to work on your stretches.

Deciding to give yourself a few more minutes before calling it a day, you breathe out steadily through your pursed lips as you switch sides and lunge forward again, savoring the light burn in your calf. After a fifteen second count, you move onto your hands and knees, needing to stretch out your back.

You hum softly under your breath, one hand planted firmly against the blue tumbling mat beneath you as the other reaches back and grabs onto one of your ankles, your limbs forming a graceful arch above you. A small grunt leaves you as you pull your leg up as high as you can, before dropping it down and reaching back with your other hand to do the other side. Mid-pose, you swear you hear one of the gym doors click open, the one out to the hallway with the locker rooms and various storage closets judging by the direction, but you’re so focused on holding your pose, you honestly can’t be sure.

Huffing, you decide to just ignore it – Probably just the janitor or something, you think, keeping your eyes focused, once again, on the white metal ceiling as you roll over onto your back.

Breathing steadily, you let your eyes slip closed as you press both legs together before slowly lifting them up, using your hands and elbows to support your back as you lift onto your shoulders. Wincing slightly at the twinge of pain from your left one, you work through it, trying to keep your breath steady. As your green and gold cheer skirt pools at your waist, you silently pray that if it is a janitor, that it’s at least not the creepy one.

Slowly but surely, you work both legs up and over your head until the tips of your white sneakers press into the mat, your arms planted firmly onto the floor for support.

One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, you count silently, breathing a little shakily as you focus on balancing… and on ignoring your shoulder.

Suddenly, a loud wolf-whistle cuts through the silence of the gym, punctuated by a few slow claps and the heavy footsteps of someone walking across the wooden gym floor.

“Aah!” You squeak as you topple to the side, concentration thoroughly broken. Huffing, you prop yourself up on one elbow as your head snaps up, eyes already narrowed into an irritated glare. Upon seeing who it is, you can’t help but sneer.

“Can I help you, Hargrove?” You sigh, exasperated, rolling your eyes as you angle both legs out in a side split, determined to get through your stretches even with the added annoyance of Billy’s presence.

“Just admiring the view, princess,” he drawls, blue eyes trailing up the length of each of your spread legs in a way that makes your cheeks flush, “You’re real good at that, aren’t you?” He questions, plump lips quirked up into that signature, flirtatious smirk.

“Good at what?” You ask, brows furrowing as you bend over to the left, easily grasping the toe of your tennis shoe as the muscles in your legs stretch into a taut, familiar ache.

He chuckles at that, hands on his hips as he studies you, the spicy, woodsy smell of his cologne filling the space around you. He cocks his head to the side, pearly white teeth flashing every few seconds as he chews a piece of gum.

“Stretching,” he all but purrs, golden curls blowing slightly from the large fans that hum loudly on the ceiling. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he ogles at you, watching carefully as you bend to the right, “I bet it’d be really easy to just fold you up like a pretzel, huh, sweets?”

With a sigh, you finally let yourself relax for a moment and tilt your head up to look at the boy as you lean back on your hands, your ponytail swishing across your shoulder blades as you do.

“In your dreams, Billy,” you murmur, trying to keep the expression on your face plaid, wholly uninterested, which is easier said than done.

You don’t like Billy, and you’re very quick to correct anyone who says you do, even if it is just friendly teasing. But, well, there’s something about him that just draws people into his orbit – charisma combined with a certain mystique. You knew from talking to the girls in the locker room that he was a lady’s man, and a player, but from how they all talked about him, there appeared to be something more there, some hidden layer that no one had been able to crack yet. He’s different from the other boys in Hawkins, no small town charm to hide behind.

Plus, come on, he’s gorgeous. You might not be Billy’s biggest fan but you have eyes.

“Damn right, in my dreams,” he murmurs, pulling you from your thoughts as he draws out every syllable of your name in a low, husky tone, familiar smirk playing at his lips like always.

Cocking your head, you narrow your eyes as you peer up at him, “Aren’t you going out with Amber now?”

“Wouldn’t exactly call it going out…,” he answers as he bends down on one knee to retie the laces of his shoe, shooting you a little wink as he does so.

“Does Amber know that?”

He pauses at that, a little huff of laughter bubbling up from his chest as he fixes you with a grin that is much too self-satisfied for your liking. “Now, princess,” he starts slowly, blue eyes narrowing at you playfully as he rests a forearm across his knee, “Why do you care so much about what I’m doing with Amber?”

“She’s my friend, Billy,” you say, sitting up a little more, the chill from the AC units making the hairs at the nape of your neck stand on end.

“So, it’s definitely not because you’re, I dunno, jealous or anything?”

“No!” You cringe inwardly as you say it, too quick and too defensive and just what the blue eyed boy had been hoping for, judging by the smug grin plastered on his face.

This is how it’s been between the two of you for months now, ever since his stupid Camaro had rumbled into the school’s parking lot way back in August. Since then, it’s been a whirlwind of teasing jokes, sitting through History class after History class as you feel those blue eyes practically boring a hole in the back of your head, and somehow mustering up the willpower to dodge his advances.

In the nearly three months since his arrival, Billy had managed to charm his way through at least a handful of girls, maybe more depending on which rumors you listen to, but you are determined not to fall for it, not to be just another notch on his bedpost.

Which would be a lot easier if he’d leave you the hell alone.

Flustered, you pull your knees up, tucking your chin over top of them as your arms wrap around your calves, silently rolling your eyes as Billy drops to the blue tumbling mat, rolling onto his back with a satisfied sigh, making it clear to you that he was here to stay.

“Why’re you here so early, anyway?” You question, glancing at your watch once more, “Basketball practice isn’t for, like, another half hour.”

“Had to drop my stupid step-sister off at some trash arcade,” he grunts, annoyed, “Didn’t wanna waste the gas to go all the way home, plus…,” he pauses, tilting his head to the side to slyly grin at you once more, “I figured I might get here early enough to catch the end of cheer practice.”

“Creep,” you scoff, much more playfully than you’d intended to.

The two of you fall into a, surprisingly, comfortable beat of silence. You let your eyes trail over Billy as his own droop shut, one arm propped behind his head as he lazes on the gym mat, jaw clenching every so often as he works the gum in his mouth. You start at his feet, taking in the faded black canvas material of his Converse before you let your eyes roam up his long, tanned, muscular legs. Finally, you reach the familiar dark green shade of his school-branded shorts and your eyes wander up the expanse of his stomach and chest, covered by the grey t-shirt he wears, the familiar eyes of Hawkins High’s tiger mascot staring blankly into your own.

You nearly gasp as your eyes trail up to his face again, only to find his steely eyes already looking at you, a knowing smirk etched into his face as you feel the apples of your cheeks flush.

“It’s rude to stare, princess,” Billy drawls, catching you red handed.

“And it’s not rude to perv on me stretching?”

“Never said it wasn’t,” he shrugs with a little chuckle, sitting up and resting one forearm on a bent knee. You merely roll your eyes as he studies you for a second, the blush on your cheeks deepening enough that you can feel the slight tingle of blood rushing under the surface.

“Whatever,” you sigh, shaking your head as you stretch your legs out in front of you again. You stretch forward again, letting out a breath as you grab at your ankles and try to ignore the way Billy sits up, propping his forearm up on a bent knee.

“Could you, like, put your legs behind your head and all that?”

“Probably,” you say with a little eye roll.

“Will you?”

“Not for you!”

The two of you carry on like that for a moment longer — you working through various stretches and familiar yoga poses as Billy seems overly curious about each one, questioning if you can twist into all kinds of poses.

“Can you do a handstand and do the splits?” He questions, grinning when you groan in frustration, eyes trailing up your long legs to the bottom of your short cheer skirt.

With a huff, you stand with one hand on your hip, the other pinching at the bridge of your nose as Billy’s incessant questions throw you off the silent count in your head again.

“Did you want something or are you just trying fuck me over?”

“Mmm, close, princess,” the blond teases, earning another glare from you. Playfully, he holds his hands up in surrender, “You’re single, aren’t you?” He asks, smirking triumphantly at the way you balk.

“I’m not talking about this with you, Hargrove.”

His smirk widens when you don’t deny it, blue eyes darkening as they travel over the length of your body once more. “Look, all I’m saying is that the guys talk in the locker room and… well, I can’t help but notice that your pretty name just doesn’t come up.”

“Maybe I have better things to do than put out for you assholes,” you smirk, quickly stretching out your problem shoulder before kneeling back on the tumbling mat, meaning to finish up with a couple quick pushups.

Undeterred, Billy merely matches your smirk with one of his own, watching as you kneel next to him. “Just come with me to Harrington’s Halloween party next weekend, sweetness,” he offers, his voice a low rumble, “Come on, a couple hours, some drinks. Hell, I’ll even dress up with you, whatever you want.”

“Hmm,” you hum, taking a second to tighten your ponytail as you shoot him a playful little smile, “Whatever I want, huh?”

“Name it,” he says lowly, watching appreciatively as you get on all fours.

“Okay, how about…,” you stall, drawing out your words as you extend your legs behind you, grunting softly as your shoulder zings with pain once more, “Willie and Indiana Jo– Ah!” You cut yourself off, exclaiming in pain as you land with a small thud on the mat, wincing.

“Whoa, hey,” Billy says softly, scrambling onto his knees, brows furrowed as he gingerly helps you roll over onto your back, “You okay?”

You nod, glancing away with a little embarrassed huff as you rub at your shoulder. “Yeah, it’s nothing. I just probably sprained it earlier during practice or something.”

“Lemme take a look at it,” he says, offering a hand to help you up.

Not expecting such chivalrous behavior from Hargrove of all people, you only nod dumbly and let him pull you up off the mat, chest heaving.

“Here,” he murmurs, gently nudging at your arm until you turn your back to him. You can hear the tumbling mat crinkle as he steps closer to you, the warmth from his chest practically radiating through his t-shirt as the spicy musk of his cologne seems to envelope you once again.

“You better not be using this as an excuse to feel me up,” you warn, albeit playfully, pulling your ponytail over the opposite shoulder.

“In your dreams,” he teases, goosebumps peppering your skin from the low way he says your name and from the gentle brush of his fingers over the back of your arm as they trail their way up to your shoulder.

He’s silent for a moment, carefully pressing warm, slightly rough fingers against your skin, watching until you wince just slightly when he pokes at your shoulder blade. “That’s where it hurts?”

“Mhm,” you nod, lips parting ever so slightly as he kneads around the area. You can practically feel him smirking when you sigh a moment later, his fingers working perfectly over the sore muscle as his other hand anchors itself at your hip, “You’re… actually, like, really good at this,” you murmur with a little laugh, needing to find some way to break the silence.

“My mom is – was, she was a masseuse, back when we lived in Cali,” Billy explains, leaning in closer, his lips all but brushing against your ear as he speaks softly, like he’s telling you some deep, dark secret, “I might’ve looked at one or two of her books.”

“Really?” You ask, brows furrowing as you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder.

“Sue me, I was thirteen and they had nudes in ‘em,” he chuckles, biting into his bottom lip when your breathy laugh morphs into a moan when he presses just right against your shoulder. The fingers of his other hand tighten on your hip as he pulls you back against him, his lips just barely grazing over the crook of your neck, “But I still picked up a thing or two.”

“Clearly,” you breathe, brows tugging together as you tilt your head to the side, an open invitation. The blond doesn’t need any more convincing and you let your eyes flutter shut as his lips descend upon your neck, pressing hot kisses against the sensitive skin.

The rise and fall of your chest grows shallow as the two of you seem to lose yourselves; you gasp as the hand on your hip trails down over your thigh, until Billy can drag the tips of his fingers beneath the white and gold hem of your pleated skirt just as the hand on your shoulder begins slowly moving around your ribs, to your front. Despite the AC units humming away, you can’t help but feel flush as he presses himself against you, already half-hard against the small of your back.

With a gasp, you jerk away from him at the sound of a door opening and closing in the hallway, muffled voices and laughter filtering in through the closed doors of the gym.

“Dammit,” Billy mumbles behind you as he quickly glances at the clock hanging above one of the exits, sighing disappointedly when he sees the time – fifteen minutes until practice.

Deciding to finally give in to the wants you’ve been harboring for months, you grab one of his hands and playfully bite your lip, nodding to one of the sets of gym doors, “Follow me.”

Smirking, he follows behind you as you quickly make your way to the doors, both of you pausing for a second to make sure the coast is clear before you bolt down the hallway. A second later, you’re pushing Billy through a door into a random classroom.

“This is the old Health room,” you explain, gasping as he turns and presses you against the old door, the metal of it cool against your back as you quickly scan over the empty room, dim other than the early evening light spilling in through the thin slats of the blinds, “No one ever comes in here.”

“Uh huh, fascinating,” he nods, turning his head to spit his gum into a small trash can by the door, before eagerly pressing his lips to yours. He smirks into the kiss as you mewl, his lips parting to quickly swallow the sweet sounds you make.

Always one to give as good as you get, your lips move against his just as fervently, both of your hands trailing up underneath his t-shirt as you rub over his stomach, muscles taut under your touch. His tongue slips into your mouth in the same second he presses against you, his thin gym shorts doing nothing to conceal the hardness of his length as it presses against your lower stomach.

You arch into his touch as his hands cup your breasts through your uniform, a low growl rumbling through his chest as you rake your nails over his chest and down his stomach. Boldly, you reach down and palm at his cock, savoring the surprised grunt he lets out before you quickly nudge your hand down the front of his shorts and into his boxers.

“Shit,” he breathes, one hand still kneading at your breast as the other skates back up your thigh, his forehead resting against yours. Biting your lip, you watch through hooded eyes as you experimentally stroke over his cock, marveling at how hard he already is, like velvet over steel.

Just as you feel him twitch in your grasp, the blond pulls away from you with a teasing grin and presses one last kiss against your lips before tapping the back of your thighs, urging you to jump.

“Fuck, there you go,” Billy rasps, fingers digging into the curve of your ass as you clamber up into his arms, your shoulder only barely smarting as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I gotcha,” his muscular biceps flex as he quickly walks a few feet from the door and deposits on you on top of the, thankfully barren, teacher’s desk pushed haphazardly into the corner.

“Billy,” you sigh, the sound being practically pushed from your lungs as he presses himself back between your thighs, cheer skirt rumbled around your waist as he all but folds you in half – your hands cling to his shirt desperately, one leg wrapped securely around his hip as the other ends up slung nearly over his shoulder.

“Yeah, princess?” He taunts with a wolfish grin, smirking at the way the muscles of your thigh twitch as his fingers move toward your pussy, hardly hidden beneath your boyshorts. You all but levitate off the desk as two of his fingers swipe over your slit, the apples of your cheeks flushing when he chuckles triumphantly, the thin cotton doing nothing to hide how wet you are. “Finally gonna give me what I want?”

You can feel your ponytail bobbing wildly at the crown of your head when you nod, a whiny moan blooming from your lips when he moves his fingers in tight circles against your clit, the flimsy material of your underwear quickly dampening against his touch.

“Yeah, yeah, Billy,” your hands tremble as you pull at his t-shirt, desperate for what you’ve been wanting for so long, “C’mon, please!”

“Easy, tiger,” he laughs, tongue running over his bottom lip as he easily tugs his shirt over his head, your own hands scrambling to push down your boyshorts. Taking mercy on you yet again, he helps you, eagerly tugging the white cotton down your legs. He damn near tears them in two as he pushes your underwear over one sneaker, letting them dangle from your ankle.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, crowding against you again as you lean back on the desk, propped up on your elbows. You stare up at him, lips parted, as he all but folds you in half, warm hands pressing against the backs of your thighs, “Fucking leaking and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Oh!” You hiss, trying your hardest to keep your voice down, head thudding back against the desk as Billy quickly tugs his shorts down, just enough to get his cock out, and teasingly runs it through your folds, “Billy, oh my God, just do it!” You all but beg, teeth biting into your bottom lip at the wet sounds of him moving against you, deafeningly loud in the otherwise quiet room.

Were you anywhere else, Billy would have absolutely no qualms about teasing you to within an inch of your life – payback for playing cat and mouse with him for almost three months straight. Lucky for you, he’s just as nervous at the thought of getting caught with his pants down as you are, shuddering to think what Neil would do if he got expelled over this.

With a barely contained growl, he pushes into you, his cock sliding easily to the hilt with how wet you are. Your back arches off the desk as he slides home, stretching you beautifully as he fills you completely.

“Oh – oh my God,” you breathe as he stills, giving you a few seconds to adjust. Your hands scramble over the smooth top of the desk before you grab onto his wrists as his hands hook behind your knees.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans – the way he grumbles your name makes your walls clench around his length, punching another grunt from his chest as he starts shallowly thrusting against you, grinding his hips against yours.

The two of you dissolve into a flurry of breathy mewls and sighs, each of you desperately trying to keep quiet as the muffled sounds of skin against skin and the dull creaking of the desk fill the room. Your eyelids flutter as you watch Billy above you, golden curls bouncing with each of his thrusts as a light sheen of sweat covers his tanned chest.

Grunting lowly, he presses harder against the backs of your thighs, practically pressing your kneecaps against the desk below you, blue eyes sparkling as you easily follow his movements. With the small change in angles, the head of his cock thrusts perfectly against that sensitive spot within you, and he grins triumphantly as you tremble beneath him.

“That the spot, princess?” He questions, smirking when you nod your head with a little broken squeak, “Fuck, I can’t wait to get you in a bed – bet you can bend in all kinds of pretty ways, huh?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah, Billy,” you agree, willing to agree to just about anything as long as he keeps moving. You can hardly contain the moans spilling from your lips as he works you higher and higher, the adrenaline from the possibility of getting caught as well as the rush of finally having him making you rush toward your end faster than you normally would.

Breathing heavily as your pussy clenches at his cock, he lets go of one of your thighs and shoves your shirt up, unceremoniously taking your bra with it. You bite at the back of one hand as he teases at your breasts, using one hand to pinch and pull at one nipple before moving to the other as he stares down at you with half-lidded eyes, brows furrowed in concentration.

“O-Oh, my – fuck, I’m –” You moan brokenly, squirming beneath him as you feel yourself nearing the edge, teeth biting desperately into your bottom lip as you claw at his forearm and waist.

Cockily licking over his lips, Billy leans forward as he grinds against you, his hips putting pressure on your clit as he covers your mouth with one hand, propping himself up against the desk with an elbow as his other still grasps at the back of your knee.

You squeeze him tightly as the tail end of his happy trail rubs deliciously over you, giving you just enough stimulation to throw you over the edge.

“Yeah, princess,” he encourages, grunting with nearly every thrust into you as he feels you clenching around him, pushing him further and further toward his own edge as he clenches his jaw, determined to hang on as long as possible.

After only a few more thrusts, he quickly pulls out with a small groan. “Fuck, fuck,” he pants, chest heaving as he strokes his cock, painting your lower belly with stripes of his release.

Both of you still for a moment, breathing heavily as you each come down. Half expecting Billy to simply get dressed again and leave, you’re surprised when he softly kisses you, more relaxed this time, as his warm breath fans over your cheek. Dazedly, you kiss him back, your lips moving together unhurriedly as you card your fingers through the sweat-damp curls at the nape of his neck.

After a moment, you part and your lips quirk up into a shy smile as he moves back half a step, giving you enough room to sit up.

“Oh, uh,” you breathe, looking down when you feel his cum cooling against your skin. Glancing around the room, you pout a little when you don’t see any tissues or paper towels, “There’s paper towels in the locker room?” You offer, looking over at Billy, watching as he quickly tugs his shorts back into place.

“I got it,” he says with a small smirk and before you have time to question what he means, he quickly tugs your underwear off your ankle and uses them to wipe at your skin, grinning meanly when you look up at him with wide eyes.

“Jackass!” You exclaim, laughing softly despite yourself, “That’s the only pair I have with me!”

“Nothing wrong with going commando, sweetness,” he says with a wink, chuckling when you wrinkle your nose at the thought while you pull your bra and shirt back into place, “Come back to my place and I’ll was ‘em for you, my parents don’t get back until late, anyway.”

“You just want a round two,” you laugh, hopping off the desk and straightening out your skirt the best you can before running your hands over your hair, trying to smooth out your ponytail.

“Told you I was gonna fold you up all pretty,” Billy smirks, crowding against you yet again once he tugs his shirt back on and lightly grasping at your jaw, “Something tells me you won’t have a problem with that either.”

“That’s presumptuous, don’t you think?”

“Sure, yeah, I dunno what that means, princess,” he says, grinning when you laugh, your hands pressed against his chest as he quickly tucks your boyshorts into the waistband of his shorts, “Just come back to my place, hm?”

“What about basketball practice? Jason hates when people ditch.”

“You really think I give a shit about what Carver wants?” Billy laughs, taking one of your hands in his as he makes his way toward the door.

“Okay, okay, fine,” you finally agree, rolling your eyes playfully as you let him pull you out into the hall.

“And come with me to the Halloween party?”

“You have quite a list of demands, Hargrove.”

“Hey,” he says with a little shrug, glancing at you as you walk side by side toward the locker rooms, “That’s what you get for teasing me.”

You merely giggle as the two of you round a corner, nearly freezing and nervously glancing over at Billy when you come across Steve, chest heaving as he leans over a water fountain.

Standing straight, he wipes at his lips with the back of his hand, narrowing his eyes at Billy, watching as he quickly scoops up his duffle bag from where he’d tossed it down earlier in the hallway. “Dude, why’re you leaving? You’re almost, like, half an hour late for practice.”

“Yeah, well, tell Carver something came up,” the blond boy huffs dismissively before taking your hand once more. You shoot a bashful smile at Steve, blushing as you and Billy walk toward the doors out to the parking lot.

Behind you, Steve takes a minute to connect the dots, brows furrowing as he plants his hands on his hips. After a second, his eyes widen and he shakes his head.

“Come on, at school?” He calls down the hallway, shaking his head as you and Billy laugh, “Fucking animals, man.”

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The beta is coming to protect the pack...

*Please note that Billy will not be written like he is in the show, more OC. He is not a love interest. So I hope it doesn't prevent you from reading.

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candyflossfairy · 1 year

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𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 — 𝟶𝟷

—𝟶𝟷. 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Corroded Coffin is an up-and-coming band gaining traction quickly; however, their lead singer just left to go solo. After finding a flyer advertising that they were holding an audition to find a new lead singer, you decide to take a chance and go for it. 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 18+ only, Wet dreams, fingering, petnames.

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3.3k

This was it. It was your big break. Your opportunity. Your time to shine. Well… maybe not quite yet. You had to get through the audition first, and get the spot in the band, but… well, Corroded Coffin was up and coming. They’d already hit radio stations in your city, and when you’d seen the flyer that they were looking for a new lead singer you just… had to try.

It was a sign. It had to be.

Not to mention, hanging out with a bunch of cute boys and making music didn’t sound bad at all.

Even though this was a total long shot and you had to be amazing for them to pick you since their old lead singer was a guy. Their songs were made for a guy to sing, not a girl. Even still. You had to try.

You had to.

You stood outside in the line of others auditioning, every one of you dressed up in your best rocker attire. You thought a little cleavage and fishnets didn’t hurt, and you were the only girl in the line other than girlfriends who seemed to come and support their boyfriends in auditioning.

You were alone. You hadn’t told anyone what you were doing, out of fear of jinxing it. Your guitar was in its case at your side, being your only companion as you slowly moved up in the line.

Finally, you were inside and signed in with your name and phone number. The attendant handed you a number that you pinned on your shirt. Number seventy-six. Seventy-five other people were auditioning ahead of you, and god knows how many were after you. Your chances felt even slimmer.

Still, you would do your absolute best.

You sat with the others who were waiting to audition as another attendant called a number every once in a while. Your knee bounced with jitters as you played through the song you were going to sing and play for them in your head.

You had this.

“Seventy-six!”

Fuck. You were going to throw up.

You stood and grabbed your guitar case with shaking hands as you walked up to the attendant. It was only then that you noticed all of the stares. You were the only girl there; of course, people were staring.

“You’re seventy-six?” The attendant asked as if to check once more.

You nodded, wetting your lips. “I do have the number on.”

The attendant seemed to want to say something else but just opened the door for you.

You took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Sitting on one side of the room behind a table were the members of the band; and, of course, their manager. Your cheeks turned a little pink as they were all staring at you, surprised.

One of them, however, was grinning way too widely at you.

“Welcome to the audition. I’m Eddie. This is Gareth, Billy, Jonathan, and Steve; our manager.”

“Hi,” You greeted.

“Can we get your name, sweetheart?” Eddie asked.

You stated it, and then sat your guitar case on the floor to unlatch it and pull out your guitar as they scribbled down notes on their papers.

“Do you need anything? Maybe a bottle of water?” Steve spoke up next, leaning back way too far in his chair. He looked very different from the rest of them, more preppy boy than a rockstar. That was probably why he was their manager, you thought.

“Oh, a bottle of water would be nice.” You smiled.

Steve snapped, and the door attendant brought one over to you. You plugged in your guitar before flicking on the provided amp and stepping up to the microphone. It was a small room, so the volumes on both were pretty low. Shockingly, the acoustics in the room were very good.

You took a sip from the water before picking up your pick and giving your guitar a quick strum.

“What are you playing for us today?” Billy asked another person who looked way more pretty boy than rock band, but you couldn’t judge.

“A Rose Bush Symphony.” You stated one of their songs, and they all looked intrigued.

“Whenever you’re ready.” Eddie nodded.

You took a deep breath before you started strumming the opening notes on your guitar. It was only a little off with it lacking a drum beat behind it, but they were already aware of that.

This, in all honesty, was probably the best you’d played in a while. It was a good feeling, and you forgot that it was an audition at all as you strummed and sang along and hopped around like you were on a stage, playing at your own concert.

By the end, you were getting the big O from the band. A standing ovation.

“Damn, didn’t expect that from you.” Billy laughed, clapping slowly.

You licked your lips and flipped off the amp before unplugging your guitar.

“Thank you guys for this opportunity, I appreciate it.” You smiled at them as they started discussing quietly among themselves. You placed your guitar back into its case and closed it before standing.

“Have a good day, sweetheart. You’ll be hearing from us.” Eddie finger waved at you before Steve whacked him in the back of his head.

“What he means is that we’ll be discussing. If we pick you, you’ll hear from us in a few days. Thank you for coming.” Steve nodded to you.

“Thank you guys, again.” You gave them all a smile before leaving the room.

Jesus Christ.

They were a rowdy bunch. Whatever happened now, you did your absolute best. You knew you did. You were proud, regardless of if you got the position or not. You nodded to yourself and released a breath before heading home.

An hour car ride later you were back; you quickly put up your guitar before heading to work.

You stepped into the back of the dive bar and punched in before heading to the bar.

“Hey, Rudy.” You greeted your coworker. He was around your age and not bad looking — but definitely not your type. He smelled like an ashtray even though you knew he got good grades in school.

“Hey.” He grinned at you as you stepped up to take a patrons order.

Twelve orders later and the bar was pretty satisfied for the moment. You leaned against the back counter next to Rudy.

“Sooooo… how are things going?” He asked.

“Fine. Normal. Totally normal.” You sputtered.

“Sounds like things are not normal.” He laughed, grabbing you both a bottle of water.

“Oh, you know. I just… maybeauditionedtobecorrodedcoffinsleadsingertoday. Nothing crazy.” You laughed.

“I’m… You what?” He looked at you, confused.

“I… auditioned… to be—”

“Wait, wait, you’re telling me you actually auditioned somewhere?! That’s amazing!” He laughed, pulling you in for a back-slapping hug.

“Yes, yeah, I did. Actually. Corroded Coffin is looking for a new lead singer.” You told him after he let go of you.

“Corroded Coffin? Oh, honey. You could’ve picked any bar in town to play by yourself, and your first audition in years you picked something you can’t get?” He shook his head, “You’re just trying to put yourself down. I see what you’re doing.”

“Why—who says I can’t get it?” You huffed.

“C’mon. Their lead singer was a guy. They’re looking for another guy. They recorded their old songs with a guy. They’re not going to change their whole thing for some girl.”

Ouch.

“Well, nice to know I’m just some girl—”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. I just mean that you’re not… that’s a total different level and you haven’t performed in a long time.” He explained.

“I am very aware how—”

“Ay! Gimmie another beer!”

You sighed and grabbed a fresh glass, pouring the mans draft for him before sliding it over and grabbing his ticket to add it to his tab.

“Look. I’m not trying to make you feel bad. I just think you should’ve picked something more on your current level before you went straight for the big leagues.” Rudy bit his lip.

“They’re not a huge band or anything. They’re just… up and coming.” You tapped your fingers against the counter.

“They’re the biggest thing Indiana has had in a while.” He looked at you.

“Okay, I know it was stupid to think I could actually get it, but it got me back into it anyways, right? Like, that’s the scariest thing I’ll ever have to do unless my own career takes off, right?” You pointed out.

“Alright, alright. Just don’t get upset when they don't call you.” He sighed heavily.

“I won’t,” You promised.

Your shift ended around three a.m. and you drove back home. Rudy really did a number on your confidence levels, even though the band seemed to be excited about you after your audition.

Then again, maybe they acted that excited about everyone, just to make them feel better.

After a quick shower — and maybe a quick crying session in said shower, you were in bed; dreaming of what will never be.

Your pussy clenched tightly around his fingers as they pumped in and out of you, his mouth on your pert nipple; sucking, nipping. His fingers curled inside of you, pressing right into that spongey spot in you that made your back arch high and a moan leave your lips.

“Eddie—” You whimpered, “Please!” You cried out.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He looked up at you with those pretty brown eyes, his lips glistening slightly.

“Plea—”

You shot up out of bed at the loud ringing that flowed through your house, your cheeks flushed a deep red as you tried to catch your breath. It had been a long time since you’d had a wet dream, and even longer since you’d had one about a literal stranger.

The phone rang again, and you scrambled out of bed, trying to ignore the tingling between your legs as you made your way into the kitchen.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hi, this is Steve Harrington with Corroded Coffin, how are you doing today?”

Oh shit. “Hi! Hi! I’m doing great, how are you?”

“Great, actually. We were really impressed by your audition and wanted to see if you could come in today and play with the band as a sort of callback situation.”

“Oh, oh shit, yeah! Absolutely! What time, and where?”

Steve gave you a time and an address, which you scribbled down on the palm of your hand.

You didn’t have much time to get ready. It was about an hour drive to Hawkins; but you would make it. Thank God you showered last night.

You slapped on some makeup and clothes; including the fishnets again because they seemed to give you good luck yesterday.

The drive into Hawkins was filled with you listening to the one Corroded Coffin CD you had, trying to make sure you knew the lyrics to most of the songs at least. You did know them; but you wanted to be sure.

Where you pulled up, after following the side streets, was a house. The garage door was open, and the band was all in it, laughing and talking together. Your nerves welled up once more, but you took a deep breath and got out, grabbing your guitar case from the back seat.

“There she is!” Eddie was the first to greet you with a wide grin and a wave. You smiled back and tried not to blush too hard as you remembered your dream from last night.

“Surprised?” Billy asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

“A bit, yeah.” You admitted, placing your guitar case down.

“Well, don’t be nervous. You’re mostly just hanging out today.” Steve told you with a kind smile.

“I’m more surprised that we’re in a garage.” You laughed.

“Yeah, it’s Gareth’s. This is where we started.” Jonathan piped up. He wasn’t paying much attention to you as he was tuning his guitar.

"Cool," You nodded.

"You want a beer or anything?" Eddie asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked way too smug, and you couldn't help but wonder why.

"Maybe later? Beer isn't exactly good for the vocal chords." You laughed, pulling your guitar from its case.

"Well shit, look at her. She knew something that you didn't." Billy teased Eddie, slapping him on the back.

"Yeah, yeah. It's good to know, though. For concerts." Eddie huffed, walking over to grab his guitar.

Everyone got into place with their instruments, Billy on drums, Gareth on bass, Jonathan on rhythm guitar, and Eddie on lead. You, in all technicalities, didn't need your guitar. It was a comfort object for now.

"Alright, let's start off with A Rose Bush Symphony since we know you know that one." Steve piped up, taking a seat off to the side.

The drums started and you tried to not shake as you strummed the opening notes at the same time as Eddie, taking a deep breath before you started to sing.

"Alright, alright! Free concert’s over. Everyone shuffle along!" Steve shouted over the crowd you had accumulated in the driveway.

All of you were sweaty, despite the cool air. Spirits and adrenaline were high. You’d just played your first concert, and everyone enjoyed it. There had even been shouting for “Encore! Encore!” You felt lucky that you knew the lyrics to their songs. At some point, your guitar had been put down and you’d taken the microphone in hand, hopping around and playing off of everyone else’s energy. If you asked yourself, you fit right in. You just hoped the others thought the same.

“How about that beer?” Eddie laughed, brushing his bangs back. He’d pulled his hair up into a bun between songs around midway through to get it off of his neck.

Billy had done the same, but had also shed his shirt. You were trying to not drool over all of them. With their arms out and their skin glistening.

“A beer sounds great.” You smiled, your voice a little raspy from overuse. You’d definitely have to train it up if this was going to happen.

Gareth and Jonathan stepped inside of the house to grab everyone a beer while Steve approached you and gave you a pat on the back.

“Well, I think that answers that. We can draw up a contract tomorrow. How does that sound?” He grinned at you.

“You mean it?” You asked, a little giddy.

“Of course. You rocked the fuck out of that crowd!” Billy barked a laugh, finally standing up from his drum set. You got an eyeful of his abs and had to look away from him to keep from blushing.

“You don’t live around here, right?” Eddie piped up.

“No, I’m about an hour north.” You nodded.

“We’ll look into finding you a place here. We’ve already booked a few gigs out of state, so it’ll be tour bus city for the next month anyways.” Steve told you.

You went a little wide-eyed.

“We’re not that big, yet. What he means is we’ll be high tailing it out of here in about a week in a couple of vans. After these gigs, we should be able to afford an actual tour bus to take a US tour.” Eddie explained.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just dreaming big for us.” Steve huffed.

Gareth and Jonathan came back with the beers, passing them out. Gareth gave you a shy smile as he handed one to you, and you smiled back.

“What about my job?” You asked.

“This is your job now, baby.” Billy grinned.

“If you want, to save money, you can even live with us. You’ll have to get used to sleeping in hotel rooms and vans with us anyways.” Eddie pointed out.

“Can I think about it?” You prompted, not certain you really wanted to move in with five boys. That would be…definitely a lot. Especially if they weren’t clean.

“Yeah, of course. I didn’t think you would want to do that anyways. That’s why I didn’t suggest it. Living together permanently and sleeping in the same area for a month are completely different.” Steve said, shooting a look at Eddie, who held his hands up.

“We’d have to move our shit around anyways.” Jonathan huffed. “There’s not enough room.”

“Don’t be like that. We had room when Tommy was with us, we have room for her.” Billy grunted.

“I don’t want to impose.” You frowned.

“You wouldn’t be. Jonathan just takes a while to warm up to people. Don’t mind it.” Steve rolled his eyes.

You nodded, but you still couldn’t shake the feeling that Jonathan really didn’t like you. He barely spoke around you — the same could be said for Gareth, but at least Gareth smiled at you. He came off as shy more than he did mean.

After a little more chatting between you, Steve, Billy, and Eddie — with Jonathan randomly chiming in and Gareth saying absolutely nothing — they decided to take you back to their house to give it a look over, just so you could see what you would be getting into if you did end up moving in.

It was a pretty normal-looking house from the outside, but on the inside, it was… cleaner than you expected. There was a handful of dishes in the sink, but the counters were clean and organized, the couch was lacking stains, and the TV even had a VHS player and an NES attached to it.

Downstairs were two rooms, Steve and Billys, and upstairs were another three; Jonathans, Eddies, and Gareths. Steve and Billy were happy to show you their rooms, both clean for the most part — only a stray T-shirt or a cluttered vanity showing any mess. Eddie and Jonathan said no, Eddie being more sheepish about it and Jonathan being more… fuck you about it.

Gareths room was the last one, and his was spotless and organized. You suddenly knew who kept the kitchen so clean.

“So, if I did live here…where would my room be?” You asked, as the six of you came back down the stairs.

“Oh, right. This way.” Steve said, leading the group through the kitchen. He slid open the glass door to the backyard and headed towards a rather large shed.

He opened up the door and stepped in, you stepped in after him.

“We’ve been using it for storage, but this is where Tommy stayed. There’s heat and air, and no issues with bugs or anything. We can move all of this junk to the basement and attic; we just got lazy.” Steve explained.

It was just one big room with a couple of windows. There wasn’t that much stuff in it, really, but there was carpet on the floor and the walls were painted, so it was, really, like a room.

“The only downside is you have to come inside for a bathroom,” Eddie said quickly. “But you get to control your own temperature which is really nice!”

You nodded slowly, mulling it over in your head. It wouldn’t be an awful setup, honestly. You could see where your bed would go, and your desk, and you could get a vanity for your makeup and—there was even a closet.

“What’s this?” You asked, bending over to pick up an old shoe box at the bottom of the closet.

“Nothing!” All of the boys seemed to chorus at once, and before you knew it the shoe box was out of your hands.

You looked at them suspiciously. “It’s not drugs, right?” You asked.

“No! God, no.” Eddie laughed. “The worst we ever have here is weed. It’s just — This was Tommy’s. We should really get it back to him.”

“Yeah, Tommy is like.. Super protective of his stuff. He just forgot it.” Billy nodded.

“...ooookay, weirdos.” You pushed passed them and back into the room.

“My lease is up soon anyways, so… I don’t see why I can’t move here.” You told them.

“Awesome. We’ll start cleaning this shit up, and you can start packing. We need you back here tomorrow for the contract, and then we’re going to rerecord some songs with your vocals. Sound good?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, cool. I’ll be back tomorrow then."

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I could fix him but I kinda like him a little murderous and psychotic tho

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talesfrom-theupsidedown · 2 years

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Sink or Swim- Ch.3 [Billy x GenderNeutral!reader]

Summary: Having a nice view of the handsome blond while working at the Hawkins pool was good enough, but when circumstances lead you to an encounter with Billy and then a chance to become friends, perhaps even more, you can’t stay away. Maybe Billy Hargrove isn’t such an asshole after all. [Canon with a variation]

Warnings: None for this chapter! Swearing, I guess? ha.

Word Count: 3.1k

Author’s Notes: Alright, y’all! This is where you’ll start to see some variation from canon. :D I hope you’re ready! There’s lots more fluff and awkward flirting coming your way. I kinda love it! I hope you will too! Please let me know your thoughts, my lovelies! <3

<<<Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four>>>

Sink or Swim Masterlist

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The next day, you were finally getting a breather from customers when you looked out to see Heather climbing down from the lifeguard tower. You rolled your eyes, well aware of what came next. The line of lounge chairs to the left of the tower was occupied by middle-aged women with young children swimming, but their focus was instead on the locker room door. The women primped and adjusted their posture just before Billy walked out the door and into the sunshine.

Gross.

Not Billy. The women. Billy wore his usual red swim trunks but today he also had on a white tank top with the Hawkins Pool logo plastered on his chest. He slipped his usual sunglasses on as he stubbed a cigarette out on the red brick wall before heading for his post.

“Afternoon, ladies,” you heard him say over the screaming and splashing of children.

“Hi, Billy,” the women answered in unison.

You resisted the urge to gag outwardly.

A few customers arrived then and you were back at work.

Hours later, the pool was closed and you were wrapping up the last of your responsibilities for the evening. As usual, music was blasting. Billy had a spray bottle and rag in hand, wiping down the lounge chairs. It had to be done at least once a week because all the sunscreen, sweat, and chlorine would leave stains over time. Yuck.

Intent on taking out the garbage, you walked out the side door but spotted Billy lying in one of the now-clean lounge chairs. Abandoning your task, you walked toward him and commandeered the chair next to Billy, laying down while still in your apron and visor. His head turned at the sound, offering you a half-smile before he turned back to staring into the distance.

The silence stretched out comfortably as you listened to the music, the lapping water, and wind rustling through the nearby trees.

“Not swimming tonight?” you finally asked. The best opener you could come up with after wracking your brain.

“Nah.”

You nodded, listening as a new song was announced by the DJ on the radio. You knew the song but the artist escaped you. The chorus came up and you decided to make an ass of yourself, singing along with exaggerated head bopping and hand gestures.

“She’s just a devil woman,

With evil on her mind.

Beware the devil woman

She’s gonna get you…”

Billy smiled with amusement, choosing to join in. You both sang the lyrics you knew and did ridiculous moves without leaving your lounge chairs. As the last chords rang out, you both laughed while meeting eyes.

You couldn’t let a good moment last, though.

“Speaking of ‘devil women’…how’s Mrs. Wheeler and her coven?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at Billy.

The blond rolled his eyes, looking away. “They’re just bored of their dull lives and even duller husbands. Doesn’t hurt if I give them a little thrill,” he shrugged with a grin.

You scoffed at that, gazing out at the pool. “Yeah, okay. I just think it’s a little creepy. I mean, Nancy’s basically our age. All I’m saying is that if it were MISTER Wheeler perving after someone like Heather, I don’t think people would be so okay with it. Would you?” you asked, looking Billy’s way.

Billy was turned away, brows furrowed. He was a silent a long moment.

Panic gripped you, thinking you’d overstepped. “Never mind, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m talking abo—“

“No,” he quickly interrupted. “You’re right. I hadn’t really thought of it like that…” Billy trailed off, raising a hand to chew on his fingernail. A nervous habit you had noticed.

Taking off your visor, you let it fall to the side while you scratched your head. Billy took it as an opportunity to snatch the visor and take a closer look at it.

“Billy, it’s probably all gross and smells like fried food, just…give it back, come on,” you urged him.

He saw this as a moment to lighten the mood, yanking it out of your reach every time he offered it to you with a smile on his face.

“Here, just take it,” he teased, keep it out of your reach until you stood from the lounge chair. He did the same, taking a few steps toward the pool and threatening to drop it into the water.

“Seriously, Hargrove. Hand it over, I need that for tomorrow.”

“Last name basis, huh? It’s serious now,” Billy grinned.

Making a swift attack, you lunged for the visor while throwing an elbow into Billy’s side, causing him to drop it but luckily onto the pool deck. You couldn’t care less, though, because the man had folded in half, clutching his side after your soft strike. He truly looked liked he was in pain.

“Billy? Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was that hard, I—“

“No, it’s fine,” he grunted out, straightening his posture. “Just a sore spot.”

You bent down to pick up your visor while Billy collected his cleaning supplies, still wincing at the movement. Lingering a moment, you blurted out the first thing that came out of your head.

“Any plans for the Fourth of July next week?” you asked.

Billy’s eyebrows raised, surprised by the change in subject, and then he shrugged. “I don’t know. Max will probably want to go to the carnival with her friends. Not really my scene, but…”

“Yeah, mine either. The fireworks will be pretty cool, though, I hear. Actually, I…” you paused a moment, gathering your courage. “I had a friend in school with a great view of the fireworks from their farm. They’re out of town this year, but I was thinking about heading there before dark. You know…good show but less people. Do you…want to come?”

You held your breath, so sure The Great Billy Hargrove had better things to do in his spare time, but after a few seconds he smiled with a nod.

“Yeah. I’m up for that.”

“Yeah?” you couldn’t help but grin. “Okay. Cool. Well..I should finish up,” you said, gesturing to the Snack Shack behind you.

Billy nodded, waving goodbye with the rag in his hand.

Taking out the trash seemed like a much easier task with a hangout outside of work to look forward to. With Billy Hargrove.

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The days leading up to the Fourth passed unremarkably except for one thing. While Mrs. Wheeler and her gal pals weren’t mentioned again, you did notice a change between them and the handsome lifeguard. Billy’s greeting was cordial to the older women, but he didn’t seem to open up opportunities to chat or linger. You even saw Mrs. Wheeler climb out of the pool and approach the lifeguard stand while Billy was on duty one day. Unlike previous encounters, Billy stayed in his chair rather than climb down and further the conversation. His gaze remained on the rest of the pool with his replies short, a tight smile on his face.

Interesting.

When America’s Independence Day arrived, the pool was closed for the holiday so you spent it with your family with an eye on the clock. The anticipation of the upcoming night had you nearly jumping out of your skin. There may or may not have been a closet explosion as you tried on nearly everything you owned in search of the “perfect outfit”. Billy had never seen you in non-work clothes. Well. Not since school and not since he started paying a little more attention. Possibly.

You really didn’t want the questions or interrogation of Billy picking you up at home, so you might have fibbed to your family and said you were going to the carnival and meeting friends there. Instead, you planned to meet Billy in the swimming pool parking lot. Billy roared into the lot right on time, opening the passenger’s side door by leaning through the car from his own seat. You placed the bag of snacks you’d brought along in the back seat next the Billy’s cooler filled with drinks. Well coordinated, of course.

“Hey,” you said in greeting, climbing into the passenger seat and clicking on your seatbelt.

“Hey,” Billy echoed, offering a smile. “So, where are we going?”

He followed your directions toward the outside of town. Arriving at the empty farm, Billy pulled down the long dirt driveway and cranked the wheel to park in the direction of the upcoming fireworks. He cut off the Camaro’s engine but then turned the key halfway again to leave the radio playing. You both climbed out and while you grabbed the bag of snacks and cooler, Billy popped the trunk and pulled out a blanket. He laid it out on the hood of the Camaro and then took the cooler from you before placing it in the middle.

“Hop on,” he gestured, indicating for you to get on top of his precious vehicle.

Eyebrows raised in surprise, you hesitated. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, walking around to the drivers side. With his back toward you, he placed both hands on the edge of the hood and pushed himself up to sitting on the classic car. Billy swung his legs up until he was lying back on the windshield, the blanket acting as protection from the paint job most likely. And maybe for comfort, since the engine still retained some heat.

You followed his lead, although much less gracefully. Finally in a lounging position, you laid your head back with your gaze at the sky. The sun was setting with clouds painted pastels of pink, orange, and purple. It would be fully dark in less than half an hour and the fireworks would then begin. Opening the bag of snacks, you showed Billy the selection of chips and candy you brought. Billy did the same, opening the cooler.

“I got beer and soda. Which do you want?”

“I’ll have a beer,” you requested.

He nodded, plucking out one of the bottles and popping the top with one of his keys before handing it to you. Billy chose the same, opening his own beer and clinking the glass bottle against yours in “cheers” before taking a long gulp. You took a sip as well, trying in vain to keep your gaze away from the beautiful man only inches away who also smelled really good. Not that you minded his usual aroma of chlorine.

Billy wore a white button-up shirt paired with a casual denim jacket. His usual well-fitting jeans were showing all his best assets and you couldn’t decide if these or the swim trunks were your favorite on Billy. Although, he looked good in anything, honestly. Past his long legs, he wore Converse tennis shoes instead of the heavy black leather boots he preferred most of the school year. Billy was distractingly handsome, those blond curls framing his masculinely beautiful face in the fading light.

The DJ on the radio announced the next few songs during something called a Block Party where they played a block of songs all by the same artist or band. A familiar song began to play but you couldn’t place where you’d heard it. You tapped your toe to the beat, though, as you sipped your beer.

“Shout, shout, shout at the devil…” you sang along, at least the only lyrics you knew.

“You like Motley Crue?” Billy asked, head turned your way.

You shrugged. “Yeah. I don’t know a lot of their stuff but I recognize this one from somewhere…” you trailed off, then snapping your fingers when the memory came to you. “A party! Halloween last year.”

Billy frowned, cocking his head. “Tina’s party?”

“Yep.”

He shook his head. “I was there, too. I don’t remember seeing you.”

“I’m not surprised,” you said with a sigh. “You were otherwise engaged, Mr. Keg King,” you teased.

He turned his head away but you caught a hint of a smile. When Billy turned back, his expression was serious. “I’m sorry. I wish…I wish I had known you better then.”

You met his gaze. “It’s okay. Nothing to apologize for. Everything in good time, right?”

“I guess so, yeah.” He smiled softly, letting the silence hang a moment before he redirected the subject. “Shout at the Devil is a great song, but they’ve got better stuff.”

“Oh really?”

“Hell yeah,” he assure you, turning to face you as he went on a long, passionate tirade about the band’s big break and which members had been there from the beginning and which albums he liked best.

The information was for sure interesting but what you loved even more was how engaged and intense Billy was when he felt comfortable to share what he loved. Billy’s bright blue eyes lit up and he talked with his hands for emphasis. It was absolutely adorable. He took a break for a moment, reaching for the Marlboro Reds in his pocket.

When Billy looked back your way, he must have caught an odd expression on your face.

“Why do you do that?” Billy asked, cocking his head.

“Do what?”

“Why do you look at me with that little smile?” he clarified, lighting a cigarette between his lips.

“Sorry,” you muttered quickly, pressing your lips together tightly.

Billy exhaled a cloud of smoke. “Never said I didn’t like it.”

Shifting your view out toward the sky, you thought a moment.

“I guess...you surprise me. Learning more about you makes me smile,” you admitted, dropping your gaze to focus on your fidgeting hands.

The silence stretched until you finally braved a glance his way. His expression was surprisingly soft, eyes holding your gaze.

“I like getting to know you, too.”

You resisted the urge to glance away. Feeling brave, you reached out and plucked the cigarette hanging from his lips and brought it to your own, taking a long drag. He watched as you exhaled out through your mouth, then returning the cigarette to his parted lips that closed around it. Billy put it between two fingers after another drag, still meeting your eye.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” Billy said, voice strained as he held the smoke in his lungs.

“I don’t, really,” you answered, the words coming out more husky than planned. Could be because your throat was burning a little. Or perhaps you were breathless from such extended eye contact with a beautiful man.

Smoke escaped through his mouth and nose, his features barely visible in the falling darkness.

“It’s probably not that helpful for your lung capacity, though,” you jabbed.

Billy released a loud chuckle, bright smile across his handsome face. “Yeah, maybe.”

He held the cigarette out to you and you took it, fingers brushing his. This exchange went back and forth, sharing and exhaling and the brushes of fingers that became more and more deliberate as the glow of ash became the only light with which to see each other’s faces.

Suddenly the sky exploded with a blue flash of sparkles, startling you both out of your shared reverie. You might have even jumped at the loud boom that followed. Glancing back at Billy, he had a look of surprise but it quickly eased into a smile, which you returned. He opened the cooler again, offering you the same two choices. You grabbed another beer but Billy chose a soda, which you appreciated. He was driving later, after all. He also picked a bag of chips from the snacks, opened it, and offered a few to you.

The fireworks display was amazing, lasting about twenty minutes with varying colors of exploding lights and sparkles. At least that asshole Mayor Kline was truthful about something. You and Billy made the odd comment about a particularly good firework but it was too loud for conversation. Instead, you sipped and snacked until the grand finale had ended and the night was once again quiet. All that was left was smoke in the air and the smell of sulphur.

You sat in silence a moment, letting your hearing recover.

“Not bad,” Billy finally spoke into the darkness.

“Yeah,” you sighed, feeling the letdown of knowing the evening was soon coming to a close.

The radio continued to play on, now broadcasting a Scorpions song. Rock You Like A Hurricane. You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks warm at the subject matter.

“So, I was thinking…” Billy began, shifting on the hood of his car, “maybe we could—“

But he was interrupted just as the radio quickly shifted from music to an emergency alert.

“Breaking news in Hawkins. There’s been a fire at the newly-built Starcourt Mall. We’re still awaiting more details but it seems like the damage was extensive and there is word of injuries and possible fatalities. So, check in with your loved ones. We’ll update you as we receive new information. Stay safe and Happy Independence Day.”

Shocked into silence a moment, you had sat up during the broadcast and Billy had done the same.

“Holy shit,” you finally uttered.

“Yeah,” Billy exhaled.

“Um…you were saying something?” you finally remembered what interrupted the news.

Billy shook his head in the low light. “Right, it’s…uh. Never mind. It can wait. Kinda feel like I should check in at home…maybe go get Max from the carnival.”

“Yeah, I should get home, too.”

You both hopped down from the hood and you lifted the snacks and cooler so Billy could stow away the blanket in his trunk. Climbing into the passenger seat, you watched Billy as he slammed the trunk shut and slipped into the driver’s seat before starting the engine. He found his way from the farm and back to the swimming pool parking lot with only minimal directions from you. Putting the car in park, he turned toward you.

“Well, I had a good time,” he said with that soft smile you were beginning to recognize and love.

“I did too. Thanks for coming with me,” you replied.

“Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow? You’re working, right?”

Some sort of winged creature had taken flight in your stomach.

“Yup,” you confirmed, a little too giddy. “I’ll be here. See you then.”

Climbing out of the car, you walked toward your bike and then watched as Billy offered a wave and then peeled out of the parking lot.

That had gone…surprisingly well, you thought as you climbed on your bike and pedaled home. You were curious what Billy was trying to say earlier, but hopefully you’d be able to find out when you saw him at work the next day.

Except you didn’t.

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Chapter Four>>>

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Oops. Cliffhanger! :D Sorry, I had to! How sweet was that little maybe-date to watch the fireworks?? And we can all agree that Mrs. Wheeler is super gross and SOMEONE had to say it! Right?? In my mind, Billy avoiding her and that fateful drive might have changed the course of season 3′s events. Yes? Hmmm. I guess we’ll see what happens! :D I adore you all! Please let me know your thoughts, I’m a thirsty hoe for comments and feedback.

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Chapter Five: Let's Party

It was the next day at Jonathan's house, and he unpegs the freshly developed photograph and hands it to you with a look of disgust on his face. 'I know I should be happy for her, she looks ecstatic..but-'

I look down at the photograph in my hands and see a picture of two people kissing, a man and a woman. They looked very passionate. Why am I looking at this? 'WAIT! Your Mom and Chief Hopper?!' I gasp, then giggle a little. Jonathan frowns, and Nancy giggles and bounces up and down.

'Yep!' she says, with a huge smile on her face. 'Doesn't she just look totally in love!' Nancy and Joyce got along really well. Joyce treated Nancy like a daughter and they had grown exceptionally close over the course of Nancy and Jonathan's relationship. Nancy was always pestering Joyce to get out there and meet someone.

'Totally cute.' I hand the picture back to Jonathan. 'But why are you taking pictures of your Mom kissing people, you little creeper.' I laughed as I pushed Jonathan's shoulder gently.

'I didn't do it on purpose!' He's defensive and doesn't make eye contact. 'I was taking a picture of a groundhog right by them, I thought Nancy would like it.' He looked back.

'Okay, chill. I was joking. I'm sorry.' I said as the corner of my mouth dropped. It was obviously a touchy subject. I didn't mean to upset him.

We all jumped in the car and headed to the diner to grab some dinner. As we walked in we saw Steve and Jenny sitting in the big circular booth in the back corner. Amazing, I've gone from the third wheel to the fifth wheel. Jonathan and Nancy slide in first, and I follow.

'Hey, gang!' Jenny says excitedly, full of energy as always. It made me feel a little less awkward, which was nice.

Steve takes a big sip of the drink which was sitting in front of him and slammed it a little too hard on the table when he put it back down. 'Please tell me we are going to do something fun tonight. Let's go to Tim Conner's party! He is having a housewarming.'

'Oh, I'm down!' I said as I scanned the menu, trying to decide what I wanted to eat. I'm not going anywhere until I'm fed.

Jonathan and Nancy looked a little unsure. 'I don't know, you guys.' Nancy said as she rubbed the back of her neck. 'Let's have something to eat and think about it, yeah?' She glanced at Jonathan, giving him a subtle nod, which he returned.

'I think I ate that hamburger in record time.' I said, taking a big gulp of my drink. I was starving. Now satisfied, I was ready to party. Hopefully, people were dancing. It had been a while.

'Alright, let's do it. Nancy, Jonathan? You guys in?' Steve asks as he slides out of the booth, holding his hand out for Jenny to assist her in getting out.

'Mmm we are going to pass on this one. Sorry guys.' Nancy answers softly.

'Booo.' I say as I stand up. Nancy slides out of the booth and I give her a big hug. 'Is it me?' I ask jokingly.

'No! Of course not, you know we aren't really keen on parties.' Jonathan says as I pull him in for a hug goodbye. I laughed at his response.

'I know. Well, enjoy the rest of your night, guys. We can catch up later on.' I say to them as we walk to the parking lot.

We pulled up to the party, there were quite a few people there. I could hear the music, which was promising. I needed a dance.

As we walked inside we were greeted by a tall, slim, dark-haired guy. 'Welcome to the crib, my friends! Come on in.' Tim gestured, welcoming us into the party. 'There's plenty of drinks in the kitchen, over there. Help yourself!' he said, before returning to the door to welcome in the next bunch of people.

Steve and Jenny both had to go to the bathroom. So I offered to get them each a drink and meet them in a few minutes. I found my way to the kitchen and grabbed a beer for Steve and started filling two cups of punch for Jenny and me. 'Ugh, watch it!' Someone fell into me, causing me to spill some punch on the best.

'Well, well, well. Fancy seeing you here.' I turned to see a pair of crystal blue eyes looking down at me, paired with a cocky smirk.

'Ah, hey, Billy. Drink?' I asked. Not sure how to respond after the awkward conversation we had yesterday.

'Sure thing.' He moved closer to me and placed his hand on the small of my back. 'Who are you here with, anyway?' He pushed my hair back over my shoulder and looked me in the eyes again.

'Just Steve and Jenny.' I passed Billy a beer from the fridge behind me. 'What about you?' I asked because small talk is clearly my strong suit.

'Oh you know, Dan, Ethan, Rickey- those guys. Wanna go somewhere quiet?' He asked, reaching down and grabbing my wrist. Before I even had a chance to answer him, he was leading me away from the kitchen.

Billy took me out the back of the house and into the garden. There was a bench out there. He sat down and pulled me down next to him. He dropped his cigarette to the ground and put it out with his boot. 'I've been thinking about you.' He says as he looks back up at me.

What the fu- he was such a jerk yesterday. What is going on? Why does he get like this when he is drinking? 'Oh, yeah? And what could possibly be going through that big head of yours, huh?' I asked coldly.

'What you would look like, naked. And in my bed.' He smirked again.

I froze. I didn't even know how to respond. Man, this guy is a head fuck.

'Mish! What are you doing out here? So much for getting us a drink?' Steve and Jenny stumbled out to where we were sitting.

Oh, thank god!

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I Know Better

(Billy Hargrove x Female Reader)

Synopsis: You've heard every rumor about Billy Hargrove—from the girls, the guys, the teachers, the parents—it never interested you all that much. Until one of those pesky rumors involved you.

Warnings: Language, slut-shaming

Word Count: 1396

A/N: This is the first stop on the apology tour for everyone who's sent me in a request. It's been a year for some of you, and I'm so sorry and grateful for your patience.

I had a really hard time starting this in the sense that I had so many ideas, but none of them fit with this prompt. So, it took me a while to settle on the story I wanted to tell. I had to stop thinking about this as a “Billy is mean to everyone” fic, and start considering it a “You are Billy’s soft spot” fic. It had to be a “How is he different because of you?” And then it sort of clicked.

This is a sort of soft-launch to a larger something. I'm not sure if it will turn into a full multi-part fic or just spontaneous additions in this little fanfic universe.

And to the anon who requested this, Tumblr ate your request when I tried saving it to my drafts, so I really, really hope you come across it.

I hope you enjoy!

Anon Request: “Another Billy request idea is “he’s mean as fuck to everyone but me

"Like??? Maybe I need to go to therapy but the hard as stone exterior on that boy and the thought of him being sweet as pie to his girl makes me mush”

Billy Hargrove never scared you.

Not even in high school when all you heard about was his bark and bite and overall terrible attitude.

You didn’t cross paths often, surprisingly so with how small Hawkins was, but sometimes you’d get glimpses of him against his locker or waiting by his car.

You still remembered the time he pulled in beside you as you were shutting your door.

Max had waved at you before rushing off to the middle school. Then, Billy had slowly risen, lighting a cigarette in the process, and locked eyes with you.

He greeted you by name, a lazy smile spreading across his lips, and sauntered away.

You had replayed that morning for the next two weeks, stunned that he knew your name let alone gave you the time of day.

It was a month or two afterward when you actually witnessed Billy at his worst.

You weren’t there for the start, but you had turned a corner in the halls and were met with other students gawking at a fight.

You shoved your way between teenagers, intent to get to your class before the bell rang when that mullet stopped you.

Billy had been looming over Roger, the school’s very own sleazy douchebag.

In your mind, whatever that prick had said or done, he absolutely deserved the consequences Billy was doling out.

You were about to continue walking when Billy leaned in closer to him with a tilt of his head. And until that point, you didn’t know that gesture could be so menacing.

“Wanna say that again?”

Your brows pulled in confusion.

What could Roger have said that made Billy so furious?

It must have been some insult, something that cut right to whatever insecurities Billy hid from the world. You really couldn’t imagine what he’d be self-conscious about. To you, Billy was the epitome of confidence.

Billy’s eyes caught your shoes, and you swore his shoulders tensed. He trailed up your body and met your gaze, grinding his teeth.

He slowly straightened, and without another word, stormed out of the building.

Mrs. Click finally arrived and disbanded everyone and helped Roger to the nurse’s office.

Your last class was full of whispered theories and passing notes.

I heard he keyed Billy’s car.

No, Billy definitely slept with the chick Roger was eyeing up.

Could’ve sworn I heard Roger call some girl a slut-in-the-making.

The day couldn’t have been over soon enough.

At least it was the weekend, and in a month, you’d be graduating.

You were walking to your car, sun in your eyes, and didn’t see Billy leaning against it until you were too close to pretend you forgot something to head back inside.

“Hey,” he said, putting out his cigarette.

“Hi,” you said slowly, gripping your backpack strap.

“You okay?” His hands slipped in his pockets.

Your furrowed your brow. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

He chuckled. “Fair enough.”

He pushed off your car and took a few steps toward you.

It was really the first chance you had to take in how blue his eyes were. And while normally you’d look away as you held each other's gaze, something planted you where you stood.

He had the barest of smirks, so slight that you’d dare call it a smile.

“If I said I wasn’t alright, would you agree to hang out tomorrow?” he asked.

You let out a surprised laugh and glanced down. This was the first conversation you’d ever had with Billy, and he was asking you out.

This was probably how he operated. He’d set his sights on some girl, give them that eat-you-alive smirk, and you’d wake up alone Sunday morning without even a note saying “bye.”

But even with all that, your curiosity won out. So you made a deal.

“Tell me what that was all about, and I’ll be there.”

There was a flash of anger, but you didn’t think it was toward you. Leftover feelings for whatever happened no doubt. Then, he softened in a way you had never seen before.

“I’ll pick you up at six,” he said, beginning to walk away. He turned around before he could get too far. “Don’t bring a jacket.”

“Why?” You couldn’t help your smile.

“You’ll have mine.”

The cocky grin would’ve been irritating with anyone else, but Billy’s was endearing.

You drove home with a stupid smile plastered on your face, and you stayed that way until Billy rapped on your door.

—

That Saturday night, he tried to breeze past his altercation. Until you leveled him with a sincere look and said his name.

He had leaned back in the booth, ripping his remaining fries in pieces to distract himself.

“He pissed me off,” Billy said, still maintaining his gruffness.

“I figured as much,” you said gently. You knew if he sensed anything else, you wouldn’t get any answers.

He huffed, glancing at you before returning to his basket of food.

“The prick said somethin’ he shouldn’t have.” He shrugged. “I told him as much.”

You nodded slowly, narrowing your eyes in thought. Billy wasn’t know to beat around the bush. He said what he thought, and you kind of admired that about him. Even if that got him in trouble. But the way he wasn’t maintaining eye contact when that was his favorite way to throw someone off guard was suspicious. He was hiding something, of course, but it felt more than hiding something from you alone.

You took a shot in the dark.

“Are you…Are you not telling me what he said because it was about me?”

His jaw clenched and hands stopped.

So, that was it. Roger had said something nasty about you, and for whatever reason, Billy took it upon himself to…defend your honor?

But why?

And what could it have been to make Billy react like that? You hardly knew each other.

You inhaled deeply. “Okay. Tell me what he said.”

“You don’t need to hear his bullshit.” He met your gaze, steady and stern. You wanted to slap your chest to keep your heart from skipping.

“Billy,” you started, “I promise whatever he said isn’t going to affect me. I just want to know why you had him on the ground.”

At this point, you had dissociated from high school and the people in it. All that mattered was graduation.

“What does it matter?” His tone came out more harsh than you anticipated, but the way his face pinched told you he didn’t mean for it to happen.

You leaned on the table. “Because I’ve had a really nice time so far. And as much as I appreciate you standing up for me. If you wanna continue this,” you gestured between you both, “you can’t beat the shit outta people.”

“You wanna go out again?” His eyebrows rose slightly, and your cheeks warmed.

Of course, that was what he took away.

“Billy,” you warned playfully.

“Alright,” he sighed. “He caught me starin’ at you a few times. Said your legs were locked shut, but I could probably get them open.”

You scrunched up your nose. You knew Roger had to have said something vulgar, but you were more surprised it was about you then the actual content.

“Okay. Was that all?” Sure, it was gross, but that didn’t seem like something Billy would lose his shit over.

“That happened last week,” he admitted. “Told him to shut the hell up, and I thought that was that.” He shifted in his seat. “Guess he saw you lookin’ at me and he started callin’ you names. And then I hit’im.”

Names.

You could hazard a guess what names he called you. Probably the same ones he called every other female who didn’t wanna sleep with him. Ones that would describe him more than you.

You reached across the table and grabbed his wrist.

“Thank you for telling me,” you said. “And I need you to know, I don’t give a single fuck what that dipshit thinks.”

He chuckled, putting his hand on top of yours.

“So, that mean a second date is in the books?” he asked.

“Like I said, only if you don’t punch someone when they say something you don’t like,” you said, hoping your face conveyed how serious you were.

He leaned his elbows on the table.

“I was thinkin’ a movie for next time.”

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