#Billy hargove x female oc

[lithium80writer]

The Fence (A Billy Hargrove Short Story)

Chapter one, Chapter two

Chapter three: Hope

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

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Josephine's POV

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

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

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

I haven't missed it.

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

Billy's POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What do I do? How can I help?

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Josephine's POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Billy's POV

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

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

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

Hey.

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

Short and simple.

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

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

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

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

Cheesy? Absolutely.

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

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

Josephine's POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear Jo,

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

Your friend from the other side of the fence, Billy

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

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Dear Billy,

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

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

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Dear Jo,

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

Your friend, Billy

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Dear Billy,

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

Your friend, Jo

**** Dear Josephine,

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

Billy

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Billy,

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

Your friend, Josephine

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I want to help you. Billy

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I want to see you. Jo

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

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

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

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

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[dazedandconfused-15]

Dom billy giving you a bubble bath after a long day at work, he sits behind you and rubs your puffy pussy calling you his good girl and ur just his subby girlfriend crying cus hes hands are so thick and perfect 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫❤️❤️

Here you go😇😝

Warning: 18+, sexual content.

Dragging yourself to the kitchen, the full moon's leftovers from a restless night still haunt you. As soon as you got home earlier, you laid down on the couch to get a few minutes of rest. Surprise surprise, that turned into a solid hour nap. You hate leaving the dishes in the sink, so as soon as you see them you start washing them before preparing dinner later.

-Babe?

-In here! – you answer, rubbing your forehead with your arm. A lock of hair falls on your face and you blow it away.

Billy enters the kitchen and puts the house keys in the bowl, his eyes on you. -Hey.

You give him a tired smile, rinse a breakfast bowl under water, and place it on the dish rack. -Sorry, I forgot to wash the breakfast things. When I got home I just had to sit on the couch for a bit but fell asleep. I was exhausted.

Billy comes up to you as you rub a dish with the sponge. -Not a big deal. Leave it here, I’ll do it later.

-I’m almost done.

You sigh as he turns off the tap, resting a hand on your arm. -It's Friday. I’ll do it. Just c’mere.

You grab the towel he holds out to you, drying your hands. You turn towards him, finding yourself trapped between the kitchen counter and his body. His blue eyes roam over your face. He has a spot of motor oil on his cheekbone, which you brush away with your thumb.

-What’s going on? D’you have a bad day? – he asks as his fingers graze the skin of your hip under your shirt.

-No, no. Just...just a long one, that’s all.

Billy hums. He moves closer and kisses the corner of your mouth as his lips linger there, his mustache teasing you deliciously. You can smell the faint scent of cigarettes in his kiss.

-Alright. Let's get you in the bath. Relax a bit', huh? - he asks, his big hand goes up your back and wraps itself around the back of your neck, warm and reassuring.

A bath sounds like a good idea.

A few minutes later, your body sinks in the bathtub as you let the warmth of the hot water envelop you. The bubbles shimmer like iridescent jewels. The rhythmic sound of their bursting orchestrates a gentle melody.

-Aren't you coming? – you ask Billy.

He is sitting to your left, his arms resting against the edge of the tub. He reaches out a hand and brushes your lips with his thumb.

-I thought you wanted to be alone for a while.

You shake your head, kissing his thumb. Billy gets the message and stands up, undressing. When he sits behind you and grabs your hips, drawing you closer to him, you lean your back against his chest with a satisfied hum. His hands rest against your belly. You never cease to be amazed at how your bodies contrast with each other. His golden skin seems even more tanned against your fair one. Your legs trapped between his are small.

Wrapped in the warmth of his body and the warm water, you let out a long sigh trying to ignore the tension in your shoulders. You try to disconnect yourself from thoughts of work. It's no use at the moment.

-You need to stop worrying so much, y'know. - Billy says at one point. His thumbs draw circles on your belly, which relaxes your nerves a little. 

-I know. It's just...there's so much to do. I don't even know if it's gonna work.

You just opened a coffee shop in Hawkins. Things are going well so far, but there's still so much to do. Robin and Max are a great help. Taking care of the marketing and branding part has taken a lot of work, and you all really want this business to work. You are finishing up the recipes and adjusting some aspects of the interior design, but the pressure is a lot.

-Don’t be so negative. The food’s great. Have I tried it or not?

-Yeah...

He nudges your jaw with his nose. -And what did I say? Like the pancakes, what did I say when I ate those pancakes? You know I'm always straight-up with you, especially with this stuff.

You hum in acknowledgment, folding your left leg and resting it against his muscular thigh. -You loved them.

-That's right. I'm not the only one. When you guys gave Eddie one of those blueberry muffins? Man, he cleaned up the whole tray.

You let out a laugh at the memory of that episode.

-You worry too much. S'gonna be great.

-You're right. - you murmur, feeling tingles spread through your belly as his hands creep further up.

-Now you just need to relax. - his breath brushes your ear as his thumbs grazes your nipples, which immediately stiffen under his touch. -Yeah?

You nod, his thumbs sending direct signals between your legs as he rolls your nipples between them.

-Let me take care of ya.

A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his fingers graze the petals of your sex. His hand is big enough to cup it entirely. It is as if an electric shock is going through your body. You can feel the blood rushing down there as all of your nerves wake up from his touch. He knows your body by heart, knows exactly how to touch you, what gets you squirming for him. You had a couple boyfriends before him, but none of them was able to touch you like him. Not even close. And it wasn’t a matter of time either, because Billy got you gushing all over his hand the first time he touched you in that parking lot a year ago. His finger rubs your clit in slow circles, you can feel the wetness build up no matter the water surrounding you. You instinctively arch your back, seeking contact with his hand.

-You're so eager, aren't you? - Billy reprimands you as he bites your ear, slowing down his movements. -Are you gonna be good and stop moving?

-Huh huh. – you bite your lower lip as you strain to relax back against his torso.

You feel his hard length pressing against your lower back, and it only increases the need for release. His fingers are spread to each side of your labia, and he begins to slowly massage you up and down, your throbbing, hardened clit rubbing against the palm of his hand.

-Mh, yes. - you whisper with a gasp at his touch.

The water around his arm has cleared from the foam and you can see his large hand rubbing you, turning you on even more. His other hand is on your left breast, playing with your nipple poking out of the water.

He pants against your ear as he brushes your slit with his middle index finger and you automatically twitch with the need to feel him pushing inside your hole.

-Such a greedy pussy. - he rumbles. Then his words cut through you in his slow, accusing tone. -Can you feel how wet you are?

-Mh, just need it so bad...

-What do you need, baby? - he asks, knowing fully well what you want as he circles your entrance with his finger. Waiting for you to say the word.

-Your fingers. – you breathe out, and it takes all of you not to thrust your hips forward and swallow his finger.

-Where do you need 'em?

You feel your cheeks burning. You have always been shy. Billy is the opposite of you. Has always been. He’s all cheeky and uninhibited and doesn’t care if he falls into the vulgar. And he demands the same from you. You can't escape him.

-In my pussy. - you whisper, and he hums in appreciation, his voice rumbles against his chest.

-Atta girl.

He pushes his finger inside you, filling you to the brim. You gasp, tilting your head back, feeling the metal of his ring against your labia, waiting for him to start moving. And when he does, you let a low moan. You instinctively pull your right leg out of the water so that your calf rests on the edge of the tub to be spread for him and give him more access, water dripping onto the floor from your foot.

-Yeah, just like that. Open wide, baby. - Billy whispers, and almost pulls out his finger to add another one, tearing a high-pitched groan from you.

You lift your head from his chest, watching in rapture as his big fingers move in and out of you in the water, the heel of his hand against your pubis. The air in the bathroom is hot and humid, your body is on fire. A drop of sweat slides down you temple. You never want it to end, but at the same time, you feel the burning need to release.

-More. - you whisper, resting your head back against his shoulder. You move your hips to meet his movements, but as soon as you do Billy pulls out his fingers.

Your sex contracts around nothing. You feel frustration rising in you and you’re about to say something but Billy wraps his hand around your throat.

-What did I say? - he murmurs, his lips against your skin.

His voice is a warning in itself. If you move, he gives you nothing.

-Sorry. It just feels so good. Please, Billy.

You turn your head meeting his blue eyes, begging him with your gaze. You press your lips against his for good measure. Billy grunts, his tongue finding yours as he lightly tightens his hand around your throat. The pleasure and slight adrenaline of the gesture mingle, causing a shiver to run down your spine. His eyes lock into yours as he slowly pushes his three fingers inside you. Your eyes flutter as he fills you again. You feel him increase his pace and you no longer contain the sounds that leave your mouth, your breath mixing with his. Then he curls his fingers and hits the spongy skin inside you, and something uncomfortable mixed with something beyond pleasure makes you close your eyes. Your leg begins to ache from its position against the edge of the tub, but you can't bring yourself to care, desperate as you are for the release. Your hips though, start to move on their own again, meeting his fingers urgently.

-God, yes ... ah ...

And just like that, he pulls out his fingers again.

You turn to look at him, frowning in dismay. Billy shakes his head, his hand slowly rubbing your swollen sex. -You're not listening.

-I’ll listen! I promise. I won't move. Just, please... - you moan, straining not to move against his teasing hand.

His fingers linger on your swollen labia. -What a brat. - then he roughly pushes his fingers inside you, without warning.

You cry out against his mouth and he silences you with his lips. His tongue follows the movement of his fingers and you almost roll your eyes at how erotic and overwhelming all of this is.

-Can you stay put baby? Want me to make you cum? Huh? - he asks, curling his fingers inside you.

You answer with a noncommittal sound, your toes curling every time his fingers apply pressure against that patch of skin. You feel yourself reaching the end quickly, feeling like you’re sliding down towards the edge of a ravine with alarming speed.

Billy tightens his grip around your throat, forcing you to open your eyes. He looks at you under his long dark lashes with a certain hunger. -Want you to watch me when I make this pussy come.

-Huh huh. – you nod eagerly, your nose brushing against his. -Please, yes.

Your legs start shaking as he keeps hitting that sweet spot, the familiar warmth in your belly starts spreading until you can't take it anymore and you cry out, contracting violently around his fingers, your flesh pulsing rhythmically, your eyes nearly crossing from the intense and long pleasure, so good it almost hurts.

-Yeah, such a good girl. - he whispers, his fingers moving gently inside you as you ride out your orgasm. Your legs give out as you loll your head to the side against his chin, your eyes fluttering shut, feeling utterly spent. Billy kisses your forehead, his hand now gentle around your throat, his thumb caressing your jaw.  -You did so well for me.

You just let out a sigh, feeling lulled by the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne surrounding you, feeling at home.

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[unamused-boss]

Take out Night

Billy Hargrove x Fem oc Hello! Just before we begin this is a fic that will introduce another Oc that I have created. A Billy x Oc to be more precise. I have seen so many other creators, some whom I am mutuals with, make amazing oc. And I wanted to jump on the train with it. Plus I really want Billy to have a weird gf! So I have made a character for Billy hargrove and I hope you like her.

It was all strange when the two first got together. If you mean the Cali boy going after probably the weirdest hot girl in town then you'd be correct. Because that is what happened when Billy Hargrove asked out, and is still going out with, Phoebe Brown.

Yep, Hawkin's local weirdo. Has been seen walking bare foot within the woods. Constantly seeming like she has consumed an intense amount of drugs even though she doesn't even drink or smoke. Claiming it ruins the soul of the body. Her dark brown hair always done up in a new style. Along with her clothes matching her presence, comfortable.

It was a month long gossip train as to why Billy would ask out such a peculiar girl. Many of Billy's, so called, friends said it was because he lost a bet or was looking for something easy. But what the masses do not know it took Billy a whole month before Phoebe even said yes to a date. Billy claimed he has never liked Hawkin's heifers, as much as Phoebe has told him to stop calling them that, he wanted something he thought would bring him excitement. So when he laid eyes on Phoebe Brown, he knew it was her.

Well to get that out of the way with all the sentimental shit that we will get into later. Lets focus on where our couple is at presently. It is the middle of December for Hawkins with a blissful, not to Billy, cold outside. And in front of a little chinese food restaurant sat a charged blue camaro where our couple sits. It is just another of their many at home date nights tonight. Let's see where the night will take them.

“Do you have to do this every time?” Billy asked his girlfriend. Who at the moment has her nose deep within a menu of said Chinese restaurant. 

“Yes, what if I wanna try something new?” Phoebe said back to him, still with her face in the pamphlet of the menu. 

“Babe there is no doubt in my mind that you have not eaten the whole menu since we have discovered this restaurant.” Billy reasoned with her. “Can we please order the food so we can go back to your house”

Phoebe faced him with a smile gracing her face. “You know, for such a big strong guy, you can be very soft and cute.” The statement flusters Billy, she knows this. But he will always keep his tough guy act up till they get home. So in response to his girlfriend's statement, he turned his head away from her. Which did not help because she could see his ears turning red which meant he was blushing. Phoebe just giggled at him, “Get out of the damn car.” Was all he said to her, but not with any mean intent behind it. So that is what you did. You both got out of the car to make your way in to order your dinner for the night.

“Hey Billy, Hey Phoebe” The cashier greeted, “What can I get ya?”

“We’ll get the spicy chicken combo and spring rolls to go with it.” Billy answered to the cashier. 

“We will also take the Lo mien and crab rangoons.” Phoebe added on with confidence.

“Um, who paid?” Billy sassed to her.

“Um, who’s job is it to pay?” She simply sassed back. “I also paid for your gas, be a good boyfriend and pay for your girlfriend's dinner.” Billy just rolled his eyes to her.

“Alright coming right up.” That was all that needed to be said for the two to take their seats in front of the window to wait on their food.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Phoebe asked.

“Okay, hit me.” Billy said thinking it was gonna be a challenge.

“Why did you ask me out?” She asked simply.

Billy was silent for a minute. “This isn’t a trap is it? Last time this happened my tire got slashed.” Billy panicked.

“No it’s not… I just- I just think there is someone more suited for you than me.” Phoebe admitted.

“What like some cow on the cheer team?” Billy said very aggressively.

“Billy- I’m serious.”

“The reason I asked you out was because you were different from every other girl I have ever dated.” Billy told her, looking into her honey colored eyes.

“But-”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” He stopped her. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and if I had to go another month of chasing you around to simply look in my direction then I will. I know I’m not the best guy, but you have made me realize that I will do whatever it takes for us to stay together.” Billy’s eyes softened as he looked at her. Phoebe's once tired looking eyes became wide while staring at Billy as he spoke. No guy has ever said something like that to her. Yeah, she knows she’s weirded Billy out before but he still stayed with her.

“Billy” She spoke softly, a smile making its way onto her face. He smiled back at her, taking her hand into his on the table. 

“Order 37!” Was shouted out, to which brought the couple out of their trance.

Once the food was picked up. The couple made their way to the camaro to go home. The drive was silent, it was warm and comfortable. Just the quiet tone of one of Billy’s rock tapes playing from the window. As Phoebe was looking out the window to the dark outside of the night. She saw the glimmer of snow, she gasped as her eyes lit up. Even though it had snowed for the past few weeks, with every new snowfall Phoebe got excited. She loved the cold weather unlike her boyfriend. Billy heard her small gasp from beside him; he made a small glance over to her to see she was staring out the window. He just smiled at her expression, he couldn’t have asked for anyone better. The couple usually didn’t express too much emotion in front of others, not too heavy on pda other than a quickie in the janitor's closet. But the nights such as these were Billy could get away from his house to go home with her. To spend the night cuddling and watching trash movies they can make fun of. It was pure bliss for Billy, He loved it  He loved her.

The car came to a stop in Phoebe’s driveway. With her parents out of the house for the next few days that meant more time with Billy, and being able to eat in the living room. The food was set out on the coffee table, blankets were prepped, movies prepped to be watched, and Billy’s side ready for Phoebe to cuddle into. The chosen pick from the Family Video  tonight were American Ninja, obviously Billy, and Smooth Talk, clearly picked out by Phoebe, the two had very distinct tastes. The two watched and ate with glee for being in the other mere presence. In the middle of one of the movies Billy pauses it out of nowhere.

“Heey?” Phoebe said in confusion to his action.

Billy turned to her, now her side is cold. “Why did you ask me that question at the restaurant tonight?” Billy was curious. He wanted to make sure no one said anything to her and so she wasn’t in her head.

“I just- I just started thinking about the types of girls you went after before you got with me.” She said, “And I felt like I was a downgrade.” Hearing this broke his heart. “ I’m noy like Tammy, Tina, or Nancy… It's stupid but I can’t help but feel insecure sometimes. You were told about me from people that judged me and still chose me after everything. I just don’t get it sometimes.”

“Like I said before, you are unlike any girl I have ever been with, and I love it. I love you.” Billy said.

“You said the L word.” Phoebe giggled at him. Billy’s smile broke out after you said that.

“What are you gonna punish me?” He teased. In response Phoebe places her soft lips onto Hargroves. It felt like a puzzle being completed when they kissed. Phoebe became more forward and started to slowly push Billy back until he was on his back while she was sitting on him still kissing on her couch. The kiss slowed and the two started to pull away. Looking at one another for a moment. Until a sly smirk appeared on Billy’s face.

“I should say the L word more often if that’s my punishment.” He flirted. Phoebe just laughed at him then pulled him up right to continue where they left off. In the movie obviously. Billy played the movie and Phoebe snuggled back into his side.

“Just so you know.” Phoebe started. “I love you too.” Billy smiled and kissed the top of her head. The night was perfect, as always.

Hope you enjoyed! Like always if you have feed back I would love to hear it.

if you wanna see anything specifically with Billy and Phoebe just request or comment.

Thank you, love ya bookies!

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[eunoiathewriter]

S. HARRINGTON X F!READER

Sypnosis: The stress of that one person that seems to give you light disappearing, makes their return feel like you were just able to breath again.

Word Count: 4.7k

When the door had been knocked on about three times in a row, Steve had perked his head up from where he had been laying on his family sofa. Per usual, he was alone at home, watching TV and just enjoying the peace and calm that had followed after his parents' fight the day before. He didn't know who it could have been that was knocking on his door at that hour. It was almost midnight in the middle of spring. But none the less, with a deep sigh, he had pushed himself to stand up and lowered the volume of the TV. When yet another set of knocks banged on the front door, he walked quicker and called out, "I'm coming." 

Steve opened the door, sighing in frustration at having to leave the comfort of his sofa. But as soon as he did, his brows furrowed in confusion. Cops. What the hell were they doing there?

"Yeah?" Steve quickly asked as he looked between the two cops in front of him.

"Are you Steve Harrington?" One of them asked, and he simply just nodded in response. Had he done something illegal? No, he hadn't. Had one of his "friends" gotten into some shit? Well, hell if Steve knew about that.

"Are your parents home? We need to speak with you." It was no surprise they would ask for his parents, but well, they weren't at home. But more so, why did they need to talk to Steve?

"No, no, I'm alone. They're off somewhere. " Steve felt a bit small with the cops right there. He could see curiosity rising in the cops' eyes.

"Where to?"

"I don't know, they had a fight and haven't been home since then."

"Okey, well, can we at least come in and just ask you a couple of questions?" The one to his right asked calmly. Steve contemplated for a minute and then nodded his head yes. He moved to let the cops in. He hoped this would be quick because he had school tomorrow and it was past midnight.

The cops walked inside as Steve closed the front door. Their eyes traveled around the house, looking at pictures, decorations, and more. One of the cops stopped close to the kitchen and seemed to be looking at a photo. Steve, who had swiftly walked into the kitchen to follow the other cop, looked at the one looking at the picture.

"You know this girl?" The cop turned and asked Steve. He furrowed his brows and walked over to look at the picture the cop was pointing at.

The picture was taken by Steve's mom on the first day of freshman year. On it, Steve sat with a girl with h/c hair on the steps of his front porch. They had both been forced to take the photo before leaving for the bus. Steve shrugged his shoulders.

"Yes, That's y/n; she's my friend."

"Thought so much." The cop who was in the kitchen commented before sitting down at the table. With a motion of his hand, his colleague walked over with Steve and they sat down.

"What is this about?" Steve asked, kind of tired already.

"You know, y/n l/n?" She's your friend?" Steve nodded at the question. "Can you tell us the last time you saw her?"

"Um, pfff, five days ago ish." Then when Steve saw how the cops reacted, he got a bit wary. "Why.. why does that matter? Has something happened to her?"

The cops shared a look before they turned to the boy. No way, no way! Something hadn't happened to her, right? The last time Steve talked to her was on Sunday night. He had dropped her off right before her curfew a bit away from her house, as she liked to walk the last bit home. Nothing unusual.

"I'm going to be honest with you, son," said the one who'd pointed out the picture earlier. "From what we know, Miss l/n has not been to school all week. No one has seen her since Sunday night and her parents haven't heard from her since Saturday night."

Steve stared at the two. He knew she hadn't been to school all week, but she had pointed out having felt strange on Sunday and that she wouldn't go to school on Monday at least. Then, everything with his parents arose, leaving Steve to be preoccupied with school and his, in his words, "immature parents" for the past few days.

"So we need you to tell us exactly what you did on Sunday, as we heard you were the last person she was with before going missing."

It was close to one in the morning, but despite his tiredness, Steve began to talk about what they had done on Sunday. It had started off with Steve coming by her house to eat breakfast with her, something that happens at times. They then picked up some of their friends and spent the day at the mall. The girls spent their time trying clothes and so on, while the boys just kind of hung around. Then they drove to the canyon and smoked a bit before it got dark and Steve drove everyone to their place. After that, he and Y/N spent some time just driving around and listening to some music for fun before he dropped her off a bit away from her house.

The cops nodded as Steve finished, rubbing his face as he had grown more and more tired of answering, and right now his mind was also running wild with where the girl could be. One of the cops sighed as if he was unsure about asking a question more because he saw how hearing about his friend's missing seemed to take a toll on the boy.

"Alright, we just have a few more questions if that's okay." "The cop said with a calm tone, almost gentle."

"Yeah, yeah, sure." Steve answered.

"Okay, good. Did y/n do any drugs that could make her confused or something like that? " The question seemed to make Steve want to sink through the floor as he slumped just a tiny bit more in his chair. The officer picked up on this and sighed. "We need to know that, nothing will happen."

"Yes, at times, but she never got confused or something like that. If anything, she got less stressed and just overall calm. " The officer once more, or more like the hundredth time, nodded at his answer and took notes.

"What kind of drugs and how did she take them?"

"She usually smokes some weed. She hates anything else. "

"Did she or anyone else do it on Sunday?"

"No, no you don't understand," Steve quickly protested. "She never did them just for fun; she only did weed like every once in a while when there was a lot in school."

"Hm?" hummed one of the officers. "Well, that should be it. Thanks for helping us, son."

Both stood up, and Steve felt slightly dumbfounded about how suddenly they were done. But he was swiftly on his feet, following the cops to the front door. One turned to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We'll be back if we have more questions, but try and see if your parents can be here then. We'll make sure to find her." With those words, the warm, larger hand on his shoulder left as the two walked to their car. For a moment, Steve stood there, thinking it all through. He knew y/n hadn't run away, she would never. She loved her life in Hawkins, even though it had been a bit messy lately. She loved her adoptive parents and would never trade her life for anything else. She had verbally told Steve that herself. She would never leave.

With furrowed brows, Steve closed the door. I remember just how alike something like this felt. It kinda... it kinda felt like when Will got missing.

But there was no way, right?

—

The days that followed, or more like weeks that followed, were utter hell. The morning after the cops had talked to Steve, his mom and dad were home again after their fight. And now he had to tell his mom, who very much cared for y/n, that she was missing. Not to forget his dad, who only bobbed his head as he listened to his son going on and on about how she was missing. Like always, his dad was not that interested and, unlike his mother, who immediately went to call and see if y/n's parents were home, only said a simple "tragic". Not soon after Steve's mom had called the l/n household, y/n's adoptive mom answered and was invited to Hartington house that same day.

As soon as Steve had been told y/n's patents were coming over, he went to his room with a sigh. He didn't want to meet her parents, who probably felt even worse and were even more distressed than he was. But as soon as he had walked into his room, the walkie-talkie that he had gotten from Dustin began to let out a static noise. "Steve! Steve! Harrington, do you copy? "

"I copy, you nerd." Steve answered and another static sound went through the walkie. It has now switched to another voice, Max.

"You gotta get over here."

After some arguing over the walkie with Max and Dustin, there then was Mike, who took over, and since no one had informed him what it was about, as soon as Y/N's name was mentioned, he listened closely. And only minutes later, he was out of the front door, his mom calling for him to know where he was going.

Everyone got together, again. Mike, Nancy, Max, Lucas, Dustin, Will, El, Jonathan, and not long after Y/N had been confirmed missing and more strange things happened, Hopper and Joyce joined the kids and teenagers on the lookout for the missing girl. The days were filled with meeting with everyone, trying to find the entrance to the upside-down, search teams going out looking for her, and just a lot of stress in Steve's mind.

It seemed as if everywhere he went, Steve would somehow be reminded of his missing friend. When he was driving to school, he remembered how she used to sit in the passenger seat, quietly singing along to the music or dancing. When he was at school, he was reminded of how Y/N would walk through the halls like a sun. Enhancing the brightness of the days. She was everywhere. No matter how much he tried, she was always there in some kind of way.

He was just sitting in his room, the door closed as he could faintly hear the voices of his parents talking. Yes, talk, like talking calmly and not yelling at one another. It had been roughly a month and a half since y/n went missing, and not long until graduation. It seemed her disappearance had made Steve's parents get better in their relationship, as his father was now more actively asking if Steve had heard anything about it all or

But Steve just sighed and sat there on his bed. Not having the willpower to do something other than just stare into the distance. His eyes fixated on one spot as it got quite comfortable and moving his gaze seemed not to be an option. Then his mind began to wander.

"It's as if you're a mom." The girl laughed from the passenger seat as she glanced in the rear view mirror to see Dustin, Mike, and Lucas crammed in the backseat.

"Am I not?" Steve exclaimed, almost offended, but it held a more playful tone. Y/N only shook her head, rolling her eyes, and turned to face the three middle-schoolers in the backseat.

"Tell me how often you ask him to drive you places, and he does." The three younger boys seemed to be thinking as they waited expectantly, and Steve glanced over at her.

"At least a few times a week," Dustin said, and Lucas nodded.

"Yeah, and he always drives us."

"Ha!" She turned to Steve, pointing a finger at him. "I knew it! You like these kids, especially Henderson. "

"Hey!" Mike and Lucas called in unison

"I don't like these nerds.You, however, do. "

"Yeah so? It's fun, besides, it's not me who acts like a mom and always tries to keep them from getting hurt or shit. That is you, " She flicked Steve's forehead with her fingers.

"First off, that's called being responsible and mature, but I guess that's hard seeing as you're a year younger than me," Steve started off by using the 'I'm older' card even though y/n had skipped a grade. "Secondly, at least I'm careful about my life. You just throw yourself into every plan those nerds have. "

"Hey! Our plans are pretty good. May I remind you that, thanks to us, Hawkins has been saved twice?" Mike protested, and y/n shrugged as if to say 'you got a point'.

"You mean thanks to El? "Steve questioned, glancing at the rear view mirror. The question quickly came with protests from the three boys, who all thought they deserved some credit, though Mike didn't protest as much. Suddenly, then, it switched to the boys arguing with one another over random things.

She shook her head, but a smile was plastered on her lips. She loved the kids and enjoyed their company. Steve glanced back and then turned to y/n, shaking his head at the three in the backseat. Causing a ring of laughter to come from the girl as she finally broke and laughed.

It was a simple memory but one of those that he loved to remember. He loved to remember exactly how she used to always tease him some how. How she used to have no problem with the kids, having an extra strong bond with Max who looked to her as an older sister figure. How her laughter would just make him smile that much more than he already did. Just everything.

But now she wasn't there.

That was until, only a few hours later.

—

As soon as he had heard his mom take a call from the l/n household that made her gasp, Steve's attention was on her. His mom said a good bye, as it seemed y/n's adoptive mom was stressed and in a hurry. When she put down the phone and turned around, she was just blinking. Steve put down the food he had just scooped up on his fork and looked at her, trying to read his mom's face.

"That was m/n," Steve perked up a bit more as his dad put down the Hawkins newspaper and listened. "They found her."

Those three words made Steve's mind to race. Those words could mean many things. They found her as in her body was found, but she was not alive. They found her, as in she's alive and well. They found her, as in they found a body that maybe isn't even hers, like with Will.

"Where?" Steve asked quickly as he stood up from his chair. His mom looked at him with furrowed brows before her expression softened a little.

"The quarry," And a second later, he was already putting on his jacket, shoes, and car keys in hand.

As he rushed out the door towards his car, he could hear his mom and dad, surprisingly, rush after him and try to stop him from going. But Steve had just turned on the car and was already backing out to drive off. There was no one who was going to stop him now. He had to go there and try to find the girl. If not, well, then he would go to the hospital to try and find her there.

The sky had started to turn dark, and it was only minutes before it would be completely dark outside and the only things lighting up the streets would be other cars and street lights. Faint stars could barely be seen as Steve raced through Hawkins. He could almost swear he had just driven past five of the middle-schoolers who seemed to be peddling on for dear life. Having also heard the news. When he was finally starting to get closer to the quarry, Steve could hear sirens, and in the distance he could see the red and blue lights. He swallowed hard as he tried to keep calm and hoped for the best.

He parked his car a bit away from the quarry as to leave room for police, ambulance and more, not wanting to be in the way. Slaming his door he set into a run immediately but was stopped as soon as he could hear one person call for him. Dustin Henderson. Of course he was right about having driven past them erlier. Steve turned and came face to face with the kids, his face held stress and impatience.

"What are you kids doing here?" Steve's brows were furrowed as he walked closer to the five who had dropped their bikes.

"Same reason as you," Mike answered and crossed his arms, seeming to look past Steve.

"Well you shouldn't be here," He shot back and started to walk quickly down towards the quarry.

"Neither should you! She's our friend too," Max jogged up to be in step with Steve, he knew she looked to y/n as an older sister figure.

"I'm just here to see if she's alive," His tone was bitter as he tried to hold away the thought of y/n being dead. "Unlike you guys who's if I guess here to see if this is the upside-down."

"Well, I mean, it has to be the upside-down," Lucas pointed out as they all closed in on the scene. Reporters, photographers, police officers who were trying to block the place, an ambulance with people running around, all were scattered around the quarry.

"Yes and-" But Dustin cut himself off as they reached the farthest they could go; the quarry was blocked off by cops.

Steve tried to look above all the people that blocked off his view, as did the younger kids, but to no avail. It then seemed as if one of the cops recognized Steve as he slowly walked up to the group that was desperately trying to see if their friend was there.

"Steve Harrington?" Asked the cop, dragging Steve's attention to him, and low and behold, it was one of the cops that had talked to him. "What are you doing here, son? You're not supposed to be here, nor you kids. "

All of them looked at one another and then down at the ground, their attention then being taken by a reporter near by.

"We have just gotten news that someone found y/n l/n's body here. We have yet to know if she's alive."

"Look, man, I just want to know if she's okay." Steve told the cop, who only shook his head.

"Sorry, son, I cannot do that."

It was when someone called in the cop that Steve was talking to that he got a glance. As the cop turned to run to where he was called, Steve could see three paramedics kneeling next to what seemed to be a body. But it was when he saw the body move slightly, turning her head towards where people were fighting to see what was going on, that he could see it was her. It was y/n. He straightened his back, eyes wide as he watched how the paramedics rushed to get her to the ambulance.

He didn't know how he had gotten to the hospital so fast. It was as if one moment he had been standing there and watching as the ambulance drove off with sirens on, and the next he was sprinting to his car and ripping the door open. Having the engine on and for the second time that day, having people yell at him to stay there or come back. But it was as if his brain was wired to just do that. All his sarcasm was out of his brain now and only filled with seriousness.

Steve was now rushing through the clean and sterile feeling building quickly. It's light walls and the blue florescent lights almost gave him a headache in comparison to the darkness outside. He followed the signs that were to take him to the reception at the emergency room to try and find y/n, her parents or someone that could lead him to her. Because at least what he knew now was that she was alive and not dead, but she could die in minutes if she had suffered any major injury.

He got a few weird looks from the nurses and a few doctors moving in the halls, but Steve really didn't care. When he finally spotted the reception, he let out a sigh of relief and dragged himself up to the desk. The woman behind it looked at him with a nice smile but curious eyes.

"Anything I can help you with, young man?" She seemed to not have one stressed bone in her body.

"Yeah, a y/n l/n got her if I'm not wrong, and I was wondering if you could get her room?" He spoke so quickly that his words almost flooded together into one long word, his hands resting on the desk as he looked around. The older woman frowned as she, like anyone in Hawkins, knew of y/n.

"I'm sorry, but only immediate family is allowed with her," The woman sighed as she quickly got back to writing things down, seeming almost annoyed. (Well, she did think he was a reporter or something.)

"Look, she's my friend. She's been gone a month and a half and I just want to know that she's as okay as she can be. "

"Yeah, I believe I will hear a lot of that in the upcoming days." Commented the receptionist and didn't look up at Steve, making him more and more frustrated.

Beginning to argue back and forth with the receptionist, Steve almost didn't hear the commotion coming from down the hall that was turned right and out of Steve's view. There was the sound of nurses seeming to console someone as multiple footsteps could be heard pattering down the cold floor. The closer the sound got, the less of Steve's attention was on the receptionist that was trying to explain why she wasn't allowed to let him see y/n.

 y/n was on shaky legs, making her way down the hall that held Steve's attention. Nurses and her parents following. She tried to keep a good distance from them all, a few singular tears falling down her cheeks. She was confused and in horror. She had not been able to process the past weeks and suddenly being back in the real world made her confused, causing her to immediately fight off nurses and her parents as she got to the hospital and came to.

"y/n, we just want to help you. You are okay and safe," One of the doctors held up his hands in front of him and cautiously walked closer to the girl as she backed off.

"No, I'm not," She protested and glanced around at the grown-ups, her parents not far from her, but she continued backing up. "Just leave me alone."

Her voice was pleading and tired as she just wanted to be by herself and not have doctors and nurses ask her a dozen questions at once. Having her almost relive what had happened was not something she wanted to do.

"We only want to help you," the doctor repeated.

"y/n honey," Her mom spoke with softness. "I promise we'll be home as soon as possible."

"Just listen to the doctors and nurses, sweetheart." Her dad then joined in on the consoling. But she now stood with her back towards a wall and just wanted to melt into the hound or crawl into herself.

"Leave me alone, please!" Her voice was louder this time as it broke. This, however, caught the attention of none other than Steve. He turned his head at the slightly familiar voice.

"y/n," He breathed as he saw her. She had her arms hugging herself as she stood against the wall. She was in some new hospital clothes instead of the clothes she had at the quarry that were the same as the last time he saw her. He could see her tired face even from a distance.

"Young man!" Called the respetionist as his feet got minds of their own and he started to swiftly walk over towards the girl.

y/n looked around to try and find somewhere she could just lock herself in and be alone to process the many memories in her mind when she spotted the boy walking quickly towards her. She no longer listened to the doctors.

"Steve?" Her voice was low, but she repeated herself a bit higher right after.

"Oh my fucking lord," Steve breathed as he got closer and, despite the nurses and doctors telling him to back off, walked up to the girl who reached for her friend. The one person she had been yelling for, so her vocal cords hurt in the upside-down.

As his arms finally enveloped her in a hug and she wrapped her shaky arms around him, Steve could finally breath. All the nurses and doctors around her calmed down as they noticed how calm the girl got.

"You're okay." He didn't say it for her reassurance, but for himself more. y/n didn't say a word and only hugged him. As Steve looked over and met y/ns parents' gaze, her mom let out a breath. And y/n dad gave a nod to the boy. But Steve lifted his hand from y/n's back and motioned for them to come over.

She was fine; she would be okay.

—

Steve sat on the left side of the hospital bed, looking out the window into the room. He could see his parents and y/ns parents with a doctor. Oh, how he would get shit from his mom for just rushing off like that without telling where he was going.

But it was kind of worth it in his opinion. Y/N lay on her back on the right side, hands subconsciously fiddling with Steve's hand as she stared up at the ceiling. This was what she needed; peace and quiet so she could process everything. She only let Steve be in there because she knew he wouldn't even try and talk to her unless she spoke first in this situation.

When a deep sigh left her, Steve's eyes went to her. Looking down at her battered up face, he could see the dark circles under her eyes now, better than earlier in the hallway. Her eyes held exhaustion. Seeing her before, standing and getting to hug her again was as if it refilled his lungs with new, fresh oxygen after having held one's breath. It made an invisible weight leave his shoulders. And he knew that as soon as she got better than this, he'd be back teasing, being sarcastic, and making sure she laughed again. But for now, all she needed was a friend.

He brushed away a piece of hair that almost landed in her eyes. That was when she seemed to try and say something, but she stopped herself as she contemplated what to say. And Steve was patient, just sitting there next to her as she tried to find the words.

"It was cold and dark." That was all she said. The answer to a question the cops wanted answered about an hour ago: where were you or what were you doing? Well, that was her answer. Cold and dark.

"I know," Said Steve as he laced his fingers with hers, y/n having stopped fiddling with his hand.

"The upside-down is cold and dark."

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Track Two. American Whore. Pairing: Billy Hargrove X OC

word count: 806

part two:

Being put in the spotlight from an extremely young age ruins your life in the long run.

I was born and raised in Ryazan Russia and When I was four I saw those gorgeous girls on tv gliding across the ice doing jumps and twirls with an Olympic symbol in the back and that's when my love for ice skating started.

My first televised competition was when I was 13.

That adrenaline rush of winning a competition became addicting and I never gave up until I won. Winning is first place, everything else is losing.

watching teenage diary of a girl, wondering what went wrong

By the time I was 15 I had made a name for myself and broke numerous world records and was better than olympic gold medalists. But it all comes to an end when you have to move across the globe to live with your aunt because I needed an education but that isn't even the worst part, the worst part is that it wasn't New York or California it was a small town inside of Indiana where you wouldn't even know existed if it weren't for the street signs. I dont even think this would be any better for my education.

Thankfully I was already very fluent in English and French so I won't have any trouble there but apparently I wasn't the only new person here

As I arrive at the small house I take a look at my surroundings becoming aware of everything around me. Seeing little kids stare at me like they have never seen life outside of Hawkins. 

     Location: Hawkins high school. 

Driving up to the school was the most humiliating thing a human can experience, being one of the two new people in a small town where no doubtingly nothing happens so its no secret everyone is going to be in your business. The other new person is much more interesting than be so the attention wasn't on me for long. I look up hearing a loud engine getting closer and closer and seeing a gorgeous blue Camaro come into view. Now that is the most interesting that has happened in this town.

time skip

Finally I get to the office and am getting my name down when a man with dirty blonde hair and denim on denim walks in. Im not going to deny the fact that he was attractive but it was the fact that he knew he was and he was way too  confident. Thats why I kept my distance. I acknowledged his presence and went back to doing what I was doing.

Billy Hargrove:

Now I was new to this town. I didn't know anyone and I didn't need to. i'm from fucking California for fucks sake. Im not going to say moving to this small town didn't mean shit because it did but I was clearly the most modern person there, I mean ( chuckles). I had everyone here wrapped around my finger and I needed to do was to show up.

As  I walk into the office I see another girl in here clearly very different from everyone else around here. She didn't have goofy fried hair like everyone else; she had long and I mean long hair, it was red and not the ginger red, it was a true red color but obviously dyed. she had a slightly round face, she was thin but had a lot of muscle but not to the point where she looked bulky. But the thing that really got me was she barley even spared a second glance at me when I walked in.

And I'm standing over here wondering where this girl comes from because it clearly isn't from around here (Indiana). I Watched her as the front desk lady, I think her name was Betty or some stupid shit like that, it doesn't matter, checked her in. when she asked for her name thats when I really started listening, but was quickly caught off guard when I heard her heavy accent as she spoke, now very clearly not around here speaking about this country. Her name was Alexandra Trusova, it sounded familiar but I quickly brushed it off. As soon as she was finished and started getting her stuff together I started to fix my hair and adjust my jacket, getting ready to pull my usual lines on her. she started walking towards me and I knew I had this in the bag but as she got closer I could barley get out two words before she brushed past me giving me a dirty look like I just interrupted her day, And I'm standing here thinking to myself who the fuck does this girl think she is?

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Kings and Glass Castles{Steve Harrington}

Author's Notes: I wrote this almost exactly four years ago, so I've tried to edit it as much as possible. But - this is a story about Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove falling for the same girl..Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Love triangle, Swearing, Mentions of drinking, Smoking, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smutty*( All characters are 18+, fingers, hickeys, hint at daddy kink, semi- public fooling around)

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The girls in Indiana didn't compare to the girls in California. Everyone here seemed frumpy. Covered by coats, scarves and jeans. Billy Hargrove was used to bikinis, short shorts and summer dresses almost all year round.

The girls in Indiana didn't compare to the girls back home in California, until he met Eden Masters.

"I have to go, Billy." Eden muttered against his lips as the two teenagers kissed heatedly in the front seat of his Trans-Am.

She tried to move off of his lap, but he was too strong. He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her back to keep sitting astride his lap nice and close.

"No. You don't." Billy replied as he threaded his fingers into her hair.

They had been parked out front of her house for twenty minutes, their make out session getting hotter and heavier by the second. Her curfew had been up half an hour ago, but Billy didn't believe in curfews.

"My dad.." She whispered but was cut off by his right hand as it made it's way beneath her skirt.

"What about him?" Billy questioned with a grin as he tugged at her underwear. His smile grew as she gasped, his fingertips brushing over the lining of her panties.

"Billy!" She gasped as she reached for his wrist, but he was just too strong.

Billy flipped Eden to her back on the front bench of his car, her legs wrapped around his waist. His fingers reached beneath her panties and gently brushed over her heat. He smiled as her eyes widened then rolled back in her head at his touch. His own eyes flickered from the girl beneath him to the figure that paced on the front stoop of her house. It wasn't her father she was concerned about catching them in the act passed curfew..

"Is this about Harrington?" Billy grumbled with a slight sneer as his lips hovered over hers.

"No. No. My dad." Eden stammered out as she reached for Billy's long hair and pulled.

"Is that what you call Harrington? Daddy?" Billy sneered, smirking as the top of his middle finger teased her entrance.

Billy knew that Eden Masters and Steven Harrington had a thing when he asked her out. He had asked her out, in part, to fuck with Harrington, but because he liked the girl. And he would fight the lanky, former most popular kid at school for Eden's attention, and win.

"Hmm? That how you like it? 'Cause I can do it like that." Billy grunted when the girl beneath him didn't respond. She only threaded her hands deeper into his wavy hair and pulled, while his only fingers teased her relentlessly beneath her skirt.

"Billy, stop. Please." Eden whispered in his ear. Her breath was hot on his neck, and her body told him otherwise but he obliged. He wasn't a monster.

Billy pulled Eden upright on the bench of the car, then lit a cigarette. He let her fix herself up while he affixed his gaze down the street. If he looked at her, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

"Okay. Thanks for tonight. Call me?" Eden stuttered out, her breath a ragged mess next to his ear as she leaned close to him.

"Yeah. Sure thing, babe." Billy grumbled as he exhaled his smoke and gripped his steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.

"Goodnight, Billy." Eden sang softly as she slid out of his car.

"Say hi to Harrington for me." Billy grunted as he watched her backside in her tiny pink skirt walk up to the front door.

Eden walked up the stone steps of her home as Billy peeled off in his car. A shy looking Steve Harrington waited for her in the dim light of the porch.

"Hey. I'm sorry. I forgot that you were hanging with Billy tonight. I'll go." Steve babbled as Eden stood in front of him. He looked down at her and saw the quickly forming hickey on her neck, over the spot he liked to kiss and mark up. His heart sunk.

Fucking Billy Hargove.

"It's okay, Steve. I'm really happy to see you." Eden smiled up at him, placing a hand on his hip.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief to hear she had wanted to see him, too. He had walked up to her house, saw Billy's car there and his heart felt like it was being ripped from his chest cavity.

"Do you maybe want to come inside? My dad's asleep. It's early shift week." Eden smiled up at Steve with a raise of her eyebrows.

"Oh..Oh! Yeah. I definitely do." Steve nodded quickly as he took hold of her hips and leaned down to kiss her lips.

"You have to be quiet, though. Last time you woke up the dog. And that almost woke up my dad." Eden giggle against Steve's lips as he pulled at the hem of her shirt playfully.

"Well, Eden. Last time you brought me home, drunk, after Allison Watson's rager. And if I remember correctly, you had on a very sexy yellow dress." Steve replied with a dumb grin on his face while Eden pulled at his perfectly styled hair. She was probably the only person he would let touch his beloved hairdo.

Down the street, beneath a large oak tree, Billy Hargrove watched as Steve Harrington groped Eden Masters on her front step. Billy took a drag of his cigarette and watched Harrington untuck Eden's blouse from her skirt, then reach beneath it to touch her skin.

"Fucker." Billy scowled as he pitched his cigarette into the immaculate suburban streets.

The skin beneath Eden's blouse was Billy's to claim now, not Steve Harrington's. Billy made a silent oath to himself to destroy Steve Harrington, then as quietly as he could he backed his car off of Elm Street and drove into the night.

**I have stopped doing a tag list for the time being. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you so much xoxo

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*** Requests for OBX are closed.

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[riouri]

Prompts For Requests- *not required*

“What if I just kissed you?”

2. “But you lied to me!"

3. “You’re the only one I want”

4. “Come, I want to show you something.”

5. “I love you.”

6. “I don’t think I would be able to live without you.”

7. “Boohoo. Cry me a river”

8. "Stay?" "What?" “I need you.”

9. “Can you knock?!”

10. “Stop looking at me like that”

11. “I hate you-and you need to stay away from me.” “Never.”

12. “You deserve so much better than this. You really do.”

13. “What? It’s like-three in the morning”

14. “Get your ass over here“

15. “Don't leave”

16. “Of course I’m right. I’m always right!”

17. “So help me, god!”

18. “Those things that you said yesterday- Did you - uh- mean them?”

19. “I think that I love you and that scares the crap out of me!”

20. “No way in hell am I doing that.”

21. "No way in hell is that happening"

22. “What are you doing awake right now?”

23. “Don’t ever do that again- you hear me?”

24. “What did you do this time?”

25. “Well, this is kinda awkward.”

26. “I am not friends with- them.”

27. “Shi-You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

28. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

29. “I can’t keep doing this, [insert name].”

30. “Hey, did you sleep last night?” “I can sleep when I’m dead”

31. “You're cute, but so fucked up.”

32. “Why are you talking to me?”

33. “Stop being so attractive!”

34. “What happened to you?”

35. “Do you want me to leave?”

36. “Here, um- take my jacket/shirt.”

37. “Don’t touch me.”

38. "Do you guys wanna build a blanket fort?”

39. “Did you do all this just to get my attention?”

40. “Where do I know you from?” “From your dreams, sweetheart.”

41. “What the hell were you thinking?” “To be honest, I’m not quite sure.” 

42. “Fuck, I need a drink[cig/shot] to deal with you.”

43. “It didn’t seem important at the time!”

44. “What- What are you doing here?” “I work here [name/nickname]. Don’t act so shocked to see me.”

45. “You can't lie for shit.”

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[loverforfanfiction]

To all the boys I ever loved ps I still love you-stranger things

Summary: you send letters to all the boys you ever loved .....by accident

1.steve harrington

2.eddie munson

3. Mike wheeler

4.lucas Sinclair

5.Jonathan byers

6.will byers

7.dustin Henderson

8.billy hargrove

Warnings:fluff, angst reader will be mentioned as a girl but imagine your gender and always the reader will be mentioned as black but imagine your race also eddie has been in the show for a while,cussing

Episode 2 letter 2

Y/n pov

2 years ago

As I sit in the sun on a hot day I think about the note I wrote for steve so why not write one for eddie I hop out my chair and run into the house grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil and walk past some snacks as I grab some chips and water I think about what im going to write for him.... I sit back down in my chair as I write what comes to mind

Dear eddie munson this is a letter I hope you never read but I would like to say I don't think your a freak I love the way you style your hair and do what you want and is so care free, I think you've seen me around at lunch I usually sit with my friend max so you may have seen me but your probably to busy with your hell fire club to notice me...I think your really handsome and kind as I sit at lunch I think about you playing your guitar I've been to some of your band shows but I sit in the back again I don't want to make this to long znd I don't want to come on to strong but I love you and words can describe how much I do one day I hope you notice me

To eddie munson

From y/n y/l/n

As I read over it to make sure there is no mistakes because you never know, I think about how I actually might have a chance with munson so I lay back in the pool chair and think about some things I can to today I hop up once again to call max but this time tell her about my crushes on these 8 amazing men I just won't tell her about billy "hey max you want to hang out at my place my mom is going to order pizza and then we can talk about are crushes!!I wait for her to respond "Sure I'll have billy drop me of see ya loser" " ok see ya soon"

Ohh billy is going to drop her of look what I'm wearing I gotta go change so I put on some shorts and a band tee and wait for billy and max to come

End of episode 2 letter 2

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[imaginebabygurl]

Prove it Dollface - Part one Billy Hargrove x Oc Reader

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

Trying make this one long but soooo tired)

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

Summer Hawkins P.O.V

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

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

"Summer where do you come from?"

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

"You look rather strange."

(Wait what?)

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

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

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

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

" Hi miss sorry, I'm late."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey dollface I asked a question."

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

" Stop right there!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[thewritersaddictions]

The Adults: Prom Night ‘86

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

A/n: @firefly-graphics for dividers

Total Word Count: 17,038

Stranger Things Master List

The Adults Master List

Series Master List

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

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

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

Argyle- Weed Field (11/26/22)

Nancy Wheeler- Photography (12/02/22)

Billy Hargrove- Bench (12/18/22)

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

The Adults- @yourfavdummy

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

Completed on: 12/27/22

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[holyfvckbats]

Hey Angel, here! I'm a 21+ female (PST) who is also a 10 year experienced roleplayer/writer who loves to take her mind on a trip from the outside world. I use music to help me set a scene for the majority of my writing. I use discord, write only in third person, and I always try to mirror write but it always turns out being a little more especially when I'm excited.

I'm currently obsessed with trying to find writing partners that fit the vibe. Not only do I want writing partners, I would love to make new friends. If I'm not writing then I'm working. If I'm not working then I'm playing video games, listening to music, probably high off weed or I'm sleeping. Regardless I'd love to meet new people.

Here are some topics that peak my interest:

• Stranger Things - Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargove, or Argyle x OC.

• Euphoria - I just like how the colors play a big part in the show. I don't necessarily want to be any of the characters but I wouldn't mind doing a spin off of it.

• The Bear - Carmey. Do I need to say more? I don't care if I make an OC and someone writes him for me or I write against your OC but hot damn.

• Red Dead Redemption 2 Online- I play this game a lot on Xbox. Ever want a partner let me know. I'm honorable. Also I love Arthur Morgan and would love to write Sadie against him. Always thought they would make a good couple since that one little mission in Rhodes.

• GTA 5 - I don't play the online version as much anymore but I'm more interested in Trevor and a personal OC character against him.

• Stardew Valley - I love this game. I love the little stories and how you can fall in love with certain characters. I always want my character to marry Penny for the story and Emily for the clothes.

• fandomless roleplay is okay too, I mean like I said I want friends/writing partner. Maybe you think we'd hit it off then why not conjure something together.

I guess I should say one last thing before I close this off. My main face claim is Demi Lovato. I am a fan of hers but even if I were to do a celebrity RP, I would never impersonate/pretend to be the real her. Also if you want to write, I can double, and play male or female characters. Minors DNI as always. Also mxm is not for me, sorry but I'm totally fine doing mxf, fxm, or fxf.

If I by chance have managed to catch your attention please like this and coment. If I disappointed you could you do me a favor and repost it or share it with someone you think would peak the same interest. As always, thank you for your time in reading everything and may you have a wonderful New Years. ✨

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[mrs-hollandstan]

billy seeing you crying over a guy, and he immediately goes from “IM GONNA K I C K, HIS A S S” to “wow let me take you out on a real date and watch haley’s comet and hold your hand and give you my jacket because it’s chilly” all because your fingertips touch his when you try to calm him down.

I miss my boyyyyyyy

You knew the purr of that damn Camaro. It wasn't anything new. Especially being a somewhat popular girl at Hawkins High. Billy had quickly become a good friend and you were the only one he hadn't given shit to. He pulls up the drive. To say he's surprised to see you sat on the porch, a dark house at you back is an understatement. He thought he'd find you curled up in bed but instead you're sitting in the cold in the prettiest blue dress. He shoves the car in park and jumps from it, storming forward, 

"I was gonna ask if you're okay, but seeing you cry makes me wanna go find him right the fuck now." You sniffle, staring up at his red face, 

"Can you comfort me first?" He huffs a laugh, 

"Yeah." Sitting beside you, he runs a hand through his long hair, 

"You know I fucking hated him before this. What did he do though?" You swallow, staring at the tinking Camaro's front end. You sigh shakily, breaking Billy's heart further, 

"He stood me up. And I went to his house and he had another girl with him." You admit, Billy watching more years slide down the side of your nose, "He just… told me he changed his mind and I don't understand why he didn't tell me before I got dressed up." You whimper. Billy's anger simers, 

"Motherfucker. Where the fuck does he live Y/N, I'm gonna kill him!" He hollers. You whimper again as he stands, 

"Billy it's fine."

"No it isn't, I'm gonna fucking kill him! You don’t do that. That's bullshit." He continues to yell. Jumping up, you jog after him reaching for his hand. He jerks away like he's been shocked, turning to look at you with wide baby blues. You cross your arms, swallowing, 

"Sorry. I just… you- you can't go out there this angry. I know you hate him and I'm done with him. Just stay with me. I don't wanna be alone Billy." You tell him. He completely turns to look at you before he storms forward and grips your hips, leaning in to smash his lips against yours. You squeak before binding your arms around his neck, kissing him back. He wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his forehead to yours when he pulls back,

"What… was that?" You ask. He chuckles, face illuminated by the headlights behind him, 

"You… when you touched me… it felt like you shocked me. I've never… accepted the feelings I had for you." 

"What? What feelings?" He smiles, 

"As if I couldn't. You're too pretty Y/N. There's been this… simmering inside me for a while. And when you told me you wanted to go out with him… it killed me a little but I want you to be happy." He explains. Staring up at him, you can't deny that you've always melted a little with that voice. Its sexy and sultry and that's why you've kept Billy so close. Smiling softly, you shrug a shoulder,

"With you Billy… I'm always happy." You whisper. His smile widens before he wraps his arms around you completely, bringing your head to his shoulder, as he squeezes, 

"Fine then. Next Friday night you're mine." He murmurs. You giggle, 

"Just don't stand me up. I'll die." You mutter. He chuckles now, 

"Never." 

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[thephantomofthe-internet]

My Best Friend’s Wedding

Billy Hargrove x Reader, Steve Harrington x Reader (One Sided), Robin Buckley x OC

Word Count: 7,363

Warnings: Crying, heartbreak, true love!!!!!

Author’s Note: Um...hi. So, I’m back. It’s been awhile. How are you? I’m okay, little nervous to post since my last story flopped really badly, but again I’m confident in this one and that you’ll like this story. I sure do! As always, leave some comments if you like it and criticism if you don’t I like both! I love hearing what you think!

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Steve Harrington was getting married. What a douchebag thing to do. Marrying the first girl to say that she loved him. You’d been doing that for twenty-one years. And he decided to marry a girl that he hadn’t even introduced to you yet. You’d been his best friend since birth. You couldn’t believe it.

He told you on your winter break. Both of you had only been home for a few days. Steve had gone to Gary to train at their police academy and you’d gone to Indianapolis for college. You both returned home for winter break. You were hoping to enjoy a couple weeks back with your best friend. You’d planned your whole break around it. But you couldn’t even get him to leave the house for ten minutes the first week home. You hadn’t met her yet, but you’d heard her voice when you called. Steve said her name was Cathy. She sounded like she was fifteen. She literally answered the phone by saying ‘yellow?’ like a damn character in Valley Girl. What a fucking joke.

To say you were jealous was an understatement. Steve was your guy. Your best friend. Your one true love. He didn’t know that part yet, but it was obvious. You had the chemistry, you had the mutual attraction, and you had the spark, that bit of electricity Steve had been in search of since you were thirteen. You were it. But there Steve was with Cathy. He brought her to dinner. She was a freshman at Ivy Tech. She was studying nursing. She had mousy brown hair and high cheekbones. She looked like Nancy Wheeler, but with a sweeter, easier going personality. She didn’t know that Steve pissed his pants after seeing Poltergeist. She was everything Steve thought he wanted. He’d be bored of her in five years.

You pouted through that dinner and the rest of the break. Steve barely paid you any mind, he was too busy flashing his hot new soon to be trophy wife around. Her round cut diamond ring on its ugly notched yellow gold band flashing in the sunlight on her pale, milky skin making your blood boil. You just knew he bought her a new ring, his grandmother’s engagement ring was much smaller and classier than what she had on. She made him buy her a new ring. God, what a fucking bitch.

You went back to Indianapolis enraged. You flew through the small towns in your crappy car to get back home. Your roommate, Robin, made it back to your tiny apartment before you did, which meant that Billy Hargrove had his feet up on your coffee table. You let out a beleaguered sigh when you saw the soles of his dirty white tube socks waving to you from atop your psychology textbooks.

“Hargrove, feet off the books. They cost more than you do.” You groaned, dropping your army style duffle bag by your door. Billy chuckled, doing as you asked. You felt his eyes run over you, which you didn’t entirely get the point of. You looked the same, although slightly greasier from your long drive home.

“You don’t know my rates, kid.” He replied, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes, waving a polite hello to Robin, who was watching the scene with a bemused look from the kitchen. You headed to your bedroom without another word, hoping for solace in the solitude of your private space. You felt like dying the second your knees hit the mattress. He was leaving you.  He was leaving you for a boring brunette named Cathy. He was leaving you for someone who didn’t even laugh at his jokes. The love of your life was marrying someone else. It hit you like running full force into a brick wall. Your brain felt like it was shaking in your skull, your nose crushed into your face as tears began to carve burning streams down your face and your nose turned red and stuffy. You were very aware of the fact that people were in your apartment, that if Robin was home then she’d call Beth and the three of them would probably spark up and would coming knocking on your door soon. But in that moment, you needed to cry. You needed to let go of every ill feeling that had been clogging your chest since Steve had told you of his plan.

You didn’t know how long you’d been in there for, your only sense of time being the markers of when the stereo turned on and off. When you heard a knock on your door, you didn’t move. Whoever was on the other side would just invite themselves in anyway.

“Hey, we’re going to get some food, you coming or-” Billy’s sentence came to an abrupt end when you lifted your face from the pillow, mascara streaking your cheeks. “Oh shit.” He shut the door fast. You both heard Robin yelling from behind the door for him to hurry up, but neither of you moved. Billy didn’t seem quite sure of himself, as if he didn’t know what to do now that he’d closed the door.

“I’m good, go on Hargrove.” You sighed, wiping hard at your damp and warm skin.

Billy didn’t move. “Are you gonna be okay?” he asked quietly.

“Does it look like I’m okay?” you bit back bitterly. You wished he would leave you be. Billy was the last person you wanted to see you cry, much less to be there to comfort you. He wasn’t your damn friend, you hardly knew him. He was just the guy who hung out in your living room and ate your food. He was Robin’s friend, not yours.

“What happened?” he asked, venturing closer to you.

You let out a sigh. Well, at least he wouldn’t tell Steve about this. “Harrington’s getting married.” You replied, your voice cracking. You needed a drink of water or something, crying had truly drained you.

“Isn’t he your age? You can barely drink.” He scoffed. It was almost refreshing. He seemed to not believe it as much as you did.

“Yeah, he is and he’s marrying a near stranger. They’ve only been together like eight months.” Your mouth turned up in a nauseated scowl. Billy watched your lips as they curled up in disgust. He smirked, trying to hold back a bubble of laughter. You looked so genuinely turned off by the thought, it was funny.

“So he’s an idiot. Why cry over him?” Billy asked, sitting down carefully on your bed. You pulled your legs up to your knees, wrapping your arms around them, tucking your chin behind them.

“Because he’s my idiot…” you muttered softly. Billy raised an eyebrow, egging you on. “I love him. I’ve loved him since I was ten years old…”

“Damn…” Billy breathed out.

“I know…” you replied, wiping your eyes on your long grey sleeves.

“You have awful taste.” He said. You gasped, throwing a pillow at his head. It hit with a smack, sending him falling back a bit, his big callused hands sliding back to support himself. You burst out laughing as it hit, you usually had pretty bad aim so you were shocked when it hit. You clasped a hand over your mouth, your eyes crinkling as you tried to hide your glee. Billy rolled his eyes, but his infamous smirk pulled at his lips.

“You don’t know Steve like I do!” you giggled, dodging the pillow as it came back at your head.

“And you don’t know him like I do.” Billy replied. He didn’t actually aim the pillow near your head, he knew he’d hit you square in the head and he didn’t want to hurt you. Your bedroom door flew open and Robin stood in the doorway, adjusting her leather jacket around her shoulders, the hood of her bright red hoodie poking out of the back and over the collar.

“Nerds are you coming with or are you having a sleepover? Beth and I are starving.” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest with a stern expression.   You could see Beth pulling up her long brown hair behind Robin, her emerald green fitted coat buttoned up as high as it would go and her burgundy scarf tucked into it. The weather must have turned on them, the temperature dropping again.

“Geez, yeah gimme a second.” You grabbed your lavender coloured cardigan from its place on the bed next to you and pulling it around yourself as you climbed out of bed. Billy followed behind you, shrugging as Robin raised an eyebrow at him.

From that point on, Billy became your wedding confidant. As the date was set and began to loom closer and closer, he stood by you, listening to you rant about Cathy and Steve and their fucking bliss. You were going to be a bridesmaid, Cathy asked you since Steve’s mother wouldn’t let him make you a groomsman. They were having a June wedding. It was going to happen in Carmel, in the same hall his parents had gotten married in. Steve’s parents were paying for everything, including your awful magenta taffeta nightmare. Billy listened to everything you could come up with, every awful insult you’ve come up with for Cathy. He watched you laugh, you cry, you scream at the sky. For the first time in knowing you, he genuinely felt for you.

In March, you got your invitation to the wedding, along with a note from Cathy. Apparently, all her other bridesmaids had dates and that you should bring a date too, so you wouldn’t be awkward. You wanted to strangle the girl. Billy was sitting on your couch when you walked into your apartment, dropping your heavy book bag on the floor, invitation still held in hand and mouth agape.

“Hey, what’s up?” Billy asked, flicking his gaze away from the magazine in his hands.

You looked up briefly “Shouldn’t you be in class?” Billy was in trade school. He was supposed to be learning to be an electrician. Instead, he had his dirty feet on your coffee table.

“I don’t feel ready yet. What’s that?” he pointed to the eggshell coloured expensive paper in your hands.

“Oh, just my invitation to the Harrington-Bray wedding and a lovely note from the bride herself.” You smirked, kicking off your tennis shoes before joining Billy on the couch. He immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“What’s she bugging you about now?” he asked, unable to hide the small, satisfied grin that pulled at his lips as you snuggled into him. He was glad that your attention was still on the invitation.

Yeah, he was utterly fucked over you. He wasn’t ashamed to admit it to himself. He would never admit it to anyone else, but he wasn’t going to pretend that he didn’t have feelings for you. He did. Sometime between finding you crying in your bedroom and now, he’d fallen head over feet into a pit of mushy gushy feelings that he hadn’t had to tackle before and he couldn’t escape. Before you, women fell into about three categories: old ladies in charge, women he could fuck, and women he wouldn’t fuck. But you didn’t fit into any category. Well, I mean you fit very neatly into the women he’d fuck category, but you were more than that. He wanted to make you happy, to help you when you’re upset and to harm anyone who hurt you, and to protect you from harm’s way. You felt precious and special to him, something he didn’t quite know how to tackle. So, he ignored it. He hoped you couldn’t feel the way his heart pounded in his chest as he looked over the invitation you held loosely in your right hand.

“Well, Cathy has informed me that all her other bridesmaids have dates and that, to not stand out, I should bring one too. Because wouldn’t it be fucking loopy if I didn’t have a damn date.” You huffed out a breath, crossing your arms over your chest.

Billy paused for a moment. Then, squeezing his eyes shut, he took a risk, his first in months. “I’ll go with you if you need a date.” He said.

You furrowed your brow “Why would you want to go? You hate Steve.” You asked.

“Well, for one thing watching Harrington make the biggest mistake of his life in a monkey suit will be pretty funny.” He said, earning a smack in the chest from you. “And for another, I want to help you out. You need a date, I’m there.”

You picked up your invitation, looking it over sceptically. “Are you sure? I mean it’s in the beginning of June, I don’t want to drag you away from your finals or anything, I don’t know when you’re done school for the year…”

“Yeah, it’s not a big deal, my exams are in a couple weeks anyway.” Billy replied with a shrug. Even if his finals were during that week, he would’ve skipped them to go with you. He wanted, no he needed to be there with you. He didn’t give two shits about Harrington, he could make mistakes whenever, but he had to be there to hold your hand when you needed him to.

“You’re gonna have to wear a monkey suit too you know.” You said with a small smirk.

“Its fine, I think mine still fits from my dad’s funeral.” He replied. You sat up, pulling a pen from the spirals of one of your forgotten notebooks and checked off the ‘plus one’ option on your invitation.

“Chicken or Steak?” you asked, checking off the chicken option for yourself. “Oh and also? You can’t laugh at me in my dumb dress. I got sent pictures of it and it’s bad. It’s really bad.”

“Steak and I won’t. I’ll be too busy laughing at everything else.” He chuckled, earning another smack in the chest from you before you checked off the plus one card Cathy’s expensive invitations had provided.

For the next two months, you did everything you could to ignore Cathy’s calls. She invited you to the bridal shower and the bachelorette party, both of which you refused with the same excuse. Steve called you twice to bitch you out. The third time he called to complain, you actually fought back.

“Y/N, can you please try with Cathy? She’s trying to be nice.” Steve groaned. You were sat on the couch, having forced Robin to turn down the radio so you could actually hear Steve on the other end. She and Beth were just making out anyway; they didn’t need to have it up so loud anyway. Hearing Debbie Gibson on top volume didn’t make anything more romantic.

“I am trying; I’m in her bridal party aren’t I? I’m coming up three days before the wedding to help her get ready. Isn’t that enough?” you tried, twirling the phone cord around your fingers.

“She was really upset that you didn’t come up for her bridal shower or her Bachelorette party.” Steve replied.

“I had exams during her bridal shower and I couldn’t afford to take the time off work for the party. I’m not rich like your families are Steve. I have rent to pay and classes to pass. If I fail, I don’t have a soft place to land like you do Steve.” That wasn’t exactly the kindest thing to say in the moment, but you were tired of this conversation. You felt like you’d been having it for weeks.

“That’s not fair, Y/N, you know that’s not how my life is.” Steve said.

“Oh really? Then why are your parents paying for your whole wedding? Why is your dad holding a job for you at his company? Why is Cathy already invited to the country club with full membership? Why does she spend her breaks at her family’s ski lodge in Aspen? Steve, you’re not as put upon as you like to act. I’m doing everything in my power to be there for you and Cathy, but my life and experiences are different than yours.”

Steve hung up without a reply, effectively ending the conversation there. You hung up the phone with a slam, crossing your arms over your chest. What a fucking jerk! He didn’t have the right to treat you like shit, especially over damn Cathy. You’d been his best friend for over a decade and you’d been trumped by a little skinny Minnie with no tits. A rich bitch with a collection of tennis skirts and preppy pastel blazers to rival Princess Diana herself. She wasn’t supposed to be his best friend, his choice for the rest of his life. That was supposed to be your job. You were supposed to be the person who made him happy, not some country clubber. And yet your place was glowing in the horizon. Behind the holy Cathy, your spotlight dimmed and left behind to wail your song alone under the ghost light. Except your song was bursting from your broken heart.

You wouldn’t stand for being left behind for some bitch named Cathy.

There was only thing to do. It was something you were avoiding doing since you were twelve years old.

Billy came to pick you up for the long journey to Carmel even though he didn’t have to be there until the sixth. You both refused to stay in Hawkins, too many bad memories there. He was staying in the same hotel as you. You were going a couple days early for your dress fitting and to tote Cathy around. But that wasn’t the reason you were nervous sitting in Billy’s leather seats. You had to find Steve once you got there.

Of course, Billy was nervous too. This trip was going to end in heartbreak. You were going to watch the love of your life marry someone else. And Billy was going to watch you cry knowing that he would never hurt you like this. He would sit there and try to not let it show how much it hurt to watch you be in pain. The ride to Hawkins was tense and silent, safe for Billy’s static filled radio switching between talk radio and the hits of the day, depending on what frequency it picked up. Neither of you try to fix it. You both were too anxious to bother.

When you arrived in Carmel, Mrs. Harrington and sweet little Cathy were at your hotel. You were whisked off to your fitting and then lunch in Carmel. You left Billy in the dust that day, forced to grapple with the town that tried to kill him twice and almost succeeded. He spent the day in his hotel room and you spent your day trying to get to Steve.

Day two was a free day, safe for the rehearsal dinner that night, beginning at the church. You were told implicitly to bring your date to the dinner, as Cathy had laid out a spot for you both at the wedding table. There you met her three other bridesmaids, her sister Jessica, her cousin Ellen, and her best friend Kelly. All three of them looked nearly identical, with matching shoulder length hair cuts and pristine white pleated tennis skirts. All their boyfriends looked the same too, with their pastel polos and white padded blazers. They all shook Billy’s hand as if it was dirty. The girls looked at the pair of you like you were white trash.

You didn’t find Steve first, Billy did. The meeting didn’t exactly go well. You’d gone to the bathroom and when you returned Billy and Steve were staring each other down with the same intensity that they did in high school. You parted them quickly, smiling at Steve sympathetically.

“What is he doing here, Y/N?” Steve asked through gritted teeth.

“He’s my date, Steve, he’s a friend of mine.” You replied simply, pushing Billy away as he tried to come back into the situation. Steve scoffed loudly, but turned away without another word. You turned to Billy quickly. “What the hell was that, dude?”

“I just came over to say hello and he got in my face!” Billy cried, pointing at his back as Steve stalked away.

“Can you just keep your chill for a day? Please? For me?” you whispered, squeezing his hand gently.

Billy’s expression softened instantly and he nodded, swallowing hard. “I’ll try.” He said.

“Thank you,” you said “I’m going to try to talk to Steve, hang tight okay?”

Billy nodded and you headed towards where you saw Steve go. He had headed out the main entrance, to where Cathy would be sent when they were ready to begin the rehearsal. You wiped your sweating palms on your royal blue skirt. You took in a deep breath through your nose and pushed open the heavy wooden doors, to find Steve Harrington practically ripping out his hair.

“Steve?” you asked quietly. He turned to look at you, his expression not changing when he saw you.

“You couldn’t have brought anyone else, could you?” he bit out, pulling his hands through his hair one more time before crossing his arms over his chest.

“He asked, I agreed. He’s not the same guy he was here.” You replied, adjusting your purse strap.

“Bullshit,” he chuckled coldly “He’s still the same douche he was a couple years ago. Nobody changes that much.”

“You did.”  Steve went to retort you, but closed his mouth without speaking a word. You pressed on “Robin trusts him, they’re pretty much best friends, and I trust him. He’s been really good to me these past few months. Been my friend while my best friend was missing in action.”

Steve was silent for a moment. “I’ve been busy, Y/N, I had to help plan a wedding.” He muttered.

“And I’m supposed to be my best friend. That doesn’t change when you get a girlfriend. You promised me that, remember? After Wheeler that was our deal. And you broke that with her.” You replied.

“Don’t call Cathy ‘her’. She’s not just some girl.” Steve snapped.

“Why didn’t you introduce me before you got engaged? You had the time, it wasn’t like you just met her. I didn’t even know that you were even seeing anyone seriously.” You replied, matching his tone.

“Because, sometimes a man likes to have his secrets! What, Hargrove over there not keeping anything from you?” Steve cried. The large church doors opened again and revealed Cathy, shuffling in her Mary-Jane’s with a shy expression.

“Honey?” she asked, drawing Steve’s attention and softening his expression instantly “We’re ready to start if you are.”

“Just, give me one second, okay sweetie?” he said, his tone softer and kinder with her. He turned to you with a less than kind expression, nodding for you to head to your group. When you didn’t move, he spoke “You should go with Cathy, go learn your job.”

You left without a word. The rest of the rehearsal went by in a blur. You were put second in line to enter the church, supposedly and were given the role of train fixer before Cathy walked into the church. You were given specific instructions on how to hold your bouquet of yellow roses and baby’s breath in front of you. You went through the walk in and then listened to the pair go over the ceremony with the pastor in charge of marrying them. Supposedly they’d written their own vows. You looked to Billy, who looked utterly bored with the other boyfriends. When the rehearsal ended, you were all told to join the Harrington’s at their home for dinner.

Steve grabbed your arm as you were leaving the church. You hung back without a word as he told Cathy to go on without him. “Look,” he began once his fiancé had passed “I’m sorry I got mad at you. I was out of line. I was just surprised when I saw you and Hargrove together. It weirded me out. But I’m okay now.”

“Look, it’s whatever, you don’t like him and that’s fine. I’m a bit tired, will you apologize to your mom to me? I’m gonna bail on the dinner.” You replied with a small shrug, wrapping your arms around yourself. It was seventy-five degrees outside but you were freezing.

“Are you sure? I don’t think it will be a big deal…” Steve said, his warm hands coming to your bare shoulder, warming your skin and melting your heart.

“Nah,” you chuckled “Besides, you don’t really want Hargrove in your house anyway, right? Just tell your mom we went home.”

Steve laughed “That’s fair,” he released your arm “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Duh, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You elbowed him in the arm before heading off. Billy was watching from the sidewalk, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes trained on the ground. You ran up and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“Let’s blow this pop stand.” You said with a cheeky grin.

“Where’re we going, princess?” he smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist. He usually wouldn’t do that, but then again you didn’t usually wrap yourself around him in public. He took the chance on you pulling away for a moment to hold you.

“Benny’s? If it’s still open, I guess.” You replied. The idea of Benny’s not being open anymore hit you like a truck. How much had Hawkins changed since you left?

Evidently, not that much. The Harrington’s still lived on Pine Street and Benny’s was still open, its owner having been dead for almost seven years. You found yourself in its yellowed dining room, eating greasy burgers and fries while discussing the old days here. You weren’t friends with Billy in high school and you hardly paid him much mind, so all his stories were fresh to you. He told you all about his whoring days and his wild child moments. How he broke into the library to screw around with Diana Krass and denied breaking a window when the police came around. He was the reason the library got security cameras. You nearly died when he told you about catching Melissa Rankers and Caroline Spears writing out someone’s phone number in the boy’s locker room. A ‘For a good time call’ situation. You made him laugh his ass of when you told him it was yours and all the crazy calls you got that year from desperate boys looking for phone sex. He couldn’t top your story about how Tommy Hanson called you after his breakup with Carol and would not believe that you weren’t a phone sex operator. The fact that you knew what his sex noises were disturbed you both. You spent your evening laughing and joking with Billy.

It felt like you were hanging out with Steve. But different. You closed down Benny’s and drove around till almost five in the morning. You barely made it to bed.

You were woken up at ten by your hotel room phone ringing off the hook. Mrs. Harrington, Cathy, Ellen, Jessica, and Kelly were all here in room two thirteen. You had to join them to start getting ready. Apparently, there were mimosas. The call made you feel more exhausted than you felt when you woke up. But you went, grabbing your makeup and the robe the hotel provided, padding over to their room.

The group was rowdy. You were introduced to Cathy’s mother, who hugged you like she meant it. She seemed to have already indulged in a few mimosas before you’d even arrived. You spent your morning mostly drinking and waiting around. They only had one makeup artist and one hair stylist who were styling everyone and no one had decided on how you should look. You ended up looking like a clown, your hair too big and blown out for your face and your makeup hair too bright. And your dress was worse in person. You’d tried it on in the shop, but in natural lighting you got the full picture. Horrid satin and taffeta all the same shade of sickly magenta, with a tulle filled a-line skirt and scratchy puff sleeves and a square neckline. This dress did nothing for your chest and hips, not that your hair and makeup was helping. You pulled a bit of baby’s breath out of your bouquet and tucked it into your up-do. Apparently, you were supposed to bring your own jewellery and hair accessories, so the bit of greenery would have to suffice. You tucked your feet into the matching heels and smoothed your skirt, looking over the other bridesmaids. Jessica looked alright in the dress, but overall all four of you looked a bit like clowns.

And then, Cathy appeared. And she looked just as bad! She seemed thoroughly disappointed, but trying to hide it with a tight lipped smile. Her dress seemed to be modeled on Princess Diana’s, with its off the shoulder cream puff sleeves and sweetheart neckline, but where on Princess Diana it looked royal on Cathy it looked cheap. Her skirt seemed a bit too big to move in and the big bow on the small of her back seemed silly. She didn’t look happy with her dress, but she simply adjusted her veil and fixed her cherry red lipstick, nodding at her reflection. Her mother appeared behind her in a bright purple sparkly number with a matching jacket, complete with shoulder pads. Her eyes were misty. Clearly, this was the most beautiful sight in the world.

Your little group headed downstairs to your town cars and you headed to the church. You hoped Billy had made it to the church on time. You hoped Robin and Beth had made it into town and that no one had stopped them or shunned them for being gay. Most of all, you hoped you could hold it together through this thing.

The ceremony took a long time to start. You contemplated going to find Steve. To tell him how you feel, to convince him to run away. But something kept you right where you stood in the church’s entrance way. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t ruin his happy day. Steve loved Cathy today. Maybe he wouldn’t tomorrow, in six months, in a year or twenty-but today he loved her. And you wanted him to be happy. So you’d shut your mouth and let him have this. But as the ceremony started and you began your walk up to him at the altar, your heart shattered. In another life, that would be you he was waiting for. But it was Cathy. You couldn’t watch them during the ceremony. You kept your eyes on Billy, who was only watching you. His steely blue eyes on yours kept you calm as tears bubbled in your eyes and emotion clogged your throat.

When it all ended, you rushed to get out of the church. Billy’s arm came around you the second he found you. He let you cry into his white dress shirt and ruin it with your makeup filled tears. He held you till your breathing evened out, then he wiped your cheeks and led you to his car.

“Did Robin make it okay?” you asked, your voice hoarse as you adjusted your skirts. Billy stood holding your door, waiting to shut you into the car. He narrowed his eyes, looking you over the same way he did when he first found you crying over Steve all those months ago.

“Is that really what you’re worried about right now?” he asked.

You smiled, your expression still watery. “No, but it’s what I’d rather think about.” You said. Billy frowned, shutting the door and walking to his own, popping it open and climbing in.

“Yeah, they made it in fine. They sat in the back and, according to Beth, they spent the whole time making fun of Cathy’s butt bow. And your dress.” He explained, turning on the engine.

“I look awful, don’t I?” you asked. You weren’t sure whether to laugh or cry, your mind was all over the place.

“No!” Billy corrected, looking into the rear view as he backed out of his spot before turning out of the parking lot. “You look like a beautiful Kool-Aid man.” You smacked him hard in the shoulder, gasping loudly. Billy laughed at this, looking you over. You really did look beautiful, despite the awful dress. Nothing could muffle your beauty.

“Your makeup…um…it ran a little bit. There are some tissues in the glove compartment…” he added, looking away. You flipped down the mirror to look yourself over. Your tears had carved black stripes down your cheeks, washing away your foundation and destroying your blush and eyeliner. You sighed, popping open the glove compartment and pulled out a handful of tissues, wetting them with your own spit and wiping away the makeup as best you could.

“Oh god, I look awful. I can’t believe I walked around like this.” You groaned, rubbing at the garish pink blush painted like rosacea on your cheeks. That makeup artist had something against you.

“You look fine, don’t worry about it. Cathy looked worse than you, her hair looked like it hurt.” Billy replied as you wiped away the bubblegum pink lipstick from your lips. Billy tried not to watch you and your puffy lips, focusing hard on the road ahead.

“I look better, now that I’m getting this shit off my face.” You replied, focusing on getting the shit brown eye shadow off your lids. Once you toned it down, you felt a bit better. They’d already taken all the pictures they needed outside the church, you didn’t need to keep up appearances now.

Billy pulled into the parking lot of the reception hall and let you out quickly. He offered you his hand before you walked in and you didn’t let it go until dinner was served. Throughout the couples making the rounds to the tables during cocktail hour and the speeches before the meal was served, you squeezed his hand whenever you felt yourself getting emotional, grounding yourself to him and to something safe. You made your rounds to Robin and Beth, who looked much better than you. They laughed at your little ensemble and made you do a full spin to really show off the skirt. They laughed far too hard at you, but Billy didn’t even chuckle. As soon as you were done, his arm came right back around you. Robin and Beth exchanged a look that you couldn’t quite interpret. You returned to your seat when dinner was served and sat through a nauseating round of the newlywed game while they served dessert. Billy made sure to distract you when the questions got too lovey-dovey, cracking jokes in your ear and, when in doubt, covering your ears.

But he couldn’t protect you from the first dance. As it turns out, Jessica fancied herself a singer and was tasked with performing the couple’s song. Steve and Cathy went to the dance floor as the slow piano intro to Elvis Presley’s I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You began to flow through the room. Jessica’s nasal voice took the lead vocals, crooning out the opening lines “Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love  with you…” the song was so cliché for the wedding. You tried to mock it to keep away the emotion, but it was all too much. The tears began to fall as Cathy’s head came to Steve’s shoulder.

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes; something’s were meant to be…”

Billy’s hand squeezed yours. His heart was breaking, watching you try to hold back tears as Steve and Cathy danced in their own blissful bubble. As the chorus came around again, you broke away, rushing to the nearest exit. You both knew that you couldn’t take anymore. Billy followed behind you without a second’s hesitation.

He found you in the lobby, hands crushed to your face. He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling your back to him. “Oh, please, leave me alone Bill. I need to be alone…” you sobbed.

“I won’t leave out here to cry alone, Y/N, you’re not alone.” He replied, holding you tighter.

“I love him, Billy…” you cried, turning in his arms to press your face into his chest “Why doesn’t he love me?”

“Because…because he’s an idiot, Y/N, any man would be lucky to have you love him.” He replied, petting your hair softly. It felt stiff from hairspray, but he didn’t care. As selfish as it was, this was the best part of his day. Having you hold him like you loved him.

“What does she have that I don’t have? I’ve been there for him his whole life. And suddenly this girl is his whole world. I’ve spent so long trying to maintain a place in his life and this girl can just show up and get a spot without question.” You muttered. That felt selfish to say, but you felt as though you earned a bit of selfish thinking.

“Because Steve lives in his own world. And we just orbit it. But you? You deserve to be someone’s whole world. You deserve to be the first person someone thinks of in the morning and the last thing they think of at night. You deserve all that cheesy shit because you’re worth it.” He said quickly, pulling you away from his chest to look you in the eye. You looked so small and vulnerable in his arms.

“Why am I always trying to love someone who doesn’t give a damn about me?” you chuckled sadly, running your hands up and down the smooth material of Billy’s suit jacket.

In this moment, Billy had a choice. He could go the easy way or the hard way. Billy chose the easy way most of the time, he coasted through life without trying very often for anything. If it didn’t come easy, then he wasn’t going to work to have it. But today, for the first time since he came back the second time, he chose the hard choice.

“Y/N, watching you moon over Harrington is the single hardest thing I have done in my life, that man is an idiot,” Billy said firmly, squeezing your waist slightly to ground himself to the moment.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to burden you with all of this, I-”

“He’s an idiot for not loving you.” Billy cut you off, silencing you with a look. He looked anxious. You’d never seen him anxious before.

“He’s an idiot because you’re so easy to love. I fell in love with you two weeks after I found out about Harrington and I don’t love girls. I don’t. I didn’t think it was in my damn DNA but here you are, with your pretty eyes and your jokes and your smile and I fell for you so fast. And watching you chase after Harrington, cry over Harrington, rant and rave about that damn asshole killed me! Because he’s not worth it! Look, I don’t care if you don’t love me back, you probably don’t, but please move on from him. You deserve the world, not a stupid spot in someone else’s.”

Billy was out of breath when he finished his little speech, staring into your eyes as your tears dried and your mouth fell open.

“Your…you’re in love with me?” you asked slowly. Your mouth felt dry and arid, your heart was pounding loudly in your ears.

“Yeah, shocking I know.” Billy chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. He tried to pull away from you, but you refused to let go. Your hands came up to his cheek, stroking the skin there briefly before placing a feather light kiss on his lips, tentative and slow. You were unsure of yourself, unsure if you were even in the right mind to make this kind of choice, but all your worries melted away when your lips touched. It wasn’t the fireworks Steve had been describing for your entire adolescence, it was safe and comforting. Your heart filled with joy, you worries fell away. Suddenly, without warning, you were home. You were home in his arms and you were home on his lips. You hadn’t felt at home since Steve hugged you goodbye when you made the trek to college. But home wasn’t with Steve anymore, he had his own home with Cathy now. But home could be with Billy.

He pulled away first, pushing you back by your shoulders. “You don’t have to do this, Y/N, it’s okay I understand-”

“Billy,” you silenced him instantly “I don’t kiss anyone unless I want to. I wanted to kiss you. I want to kiss you. Look,” you sighed, scuffing the toe of your ugly wedding shoes  on the linoleum, looking up at him through your lashes. “I don’t know how I feel about anything right now, I’m not certain, but I feel safe with you. I like you. Platonically and romantically.  And all I want is to feel safe with someone. So, can we try?”

Billy looked your face over, his big callused hand coming to your cheek, wiping a stray teardrop from your lower lashes. You nuzzled into the warmth of his palm. He moved his hand to under your chin, pulling your lips to his, kissing you harder and deeper than before, wrapping his free arm around your waist, pulling you flush with him.

This was all he wanted. The moment he dreamed of. Thinking about you made him feel weak, like a pathetic child. But having you in his arms, it made him feel like it was okay to be weak. That he didn’t have to be strong all the time. You made him feel strong, even when he was acting weak and vulnerable. He felt secure with you. That wasn’t a luxury he took for granted.

The kiss awoke the last bit of feeling you were missing with him. Billy was golden haloed, bright like the sun and shining. He was solid and present, a lighthouse in a storm. He was your rock. You hadn’t realized that you’d been clinging to him until he almost disappeared. He didn’t know you like Steve, but that wasn’t a bad thing.

When Billy let you go, the smile that spread across your face was impossible to hide. Billy’s expression matched yours, a genuine smile from a guy who rarely did more than smirk. The look melted your heart even more, turning goo into pure liquid.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly.

“Are you sure? You don’t exactly do this every day.” You countered, smacking him in the chest lightly.

Billy rolled his eyes “Oh shut up, I’m trying here.” You smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“Come on, let’s go back in before people start asking questions. I don’t want Cathy in my business, she’s so nosey.” You grabbed his hand, squeezing it in yours.

“Oh, total Carol? I heard her and Tommy talking shit in the back about your dress. Want me to beat him up?” Billy replied, following you back into the hall.

You gasped “No!” Billy laughed loudly, shaking his head. The band had started up again and the leader asked for all the lovers in the room to join the bride and groom on the floor. “I just want to dance, alright?” Billy nodded and let you lead him onto the floor. You wrapped yourself in his arms again, placing your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat.

The day wasn’t perfect, and it certainly didn’t end the way you expected it to, but in Billy’s arms, you felt okay with how it went. You weren’t with Steve Harrington, but that wasn’t something to cry over anymore. Billy Hargrove was here to make you feel invincible again.

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[eunoiathewriter]

S. HARRINGTON X F!READER

Sypnosis: it was supposed to be the two of them, forever and always. Through everything together. But yet he is left feeling helpless and replying it all in his head.

Word Count: 0.8k

He would never have thought it would end like this. He would never have thought it would end at all. But it had. If he could, he would've turned back time and done things differently. He would have chosen differently. If he had just been even more careful that night, maybe he would not have ended up with a heart that was now broken into a million pieces. Pieces that would be too small to put together with jokes or sarcasm. His heart is in too many small pieces for friends and loved ones to try and pick them up piece by piece and glue his heart back together.

Because for the past hours, his heart had replayed and relived that moment over a trillion times. He knew that it was a memory that would never leave his mind. It would have been different if he had simply told her to stay and be safe instead of accompanying them to Starcourt. Then he wouldn't have found her laying on the floor and barely breathing as tears made their way down her cheeks and mixed with the blood from the cuts on her face. Small sobs left her as she fought to keep herself alive.

When he had found her there, the smile on his face had fallen quickly. Despite his own injuries, it was only her he had seen. As fast as he could be, he was by her side. Sat on his knees as small whimpers came from the girl. He didn't know what to do as he just sat there beside her.

She had barely even noticed his presence beside her until she rolled her head in pain and was merely distracted by his watery eyes. "Steve," she breathed. "I tried to—"

"No, no," Steve quickly hushed her as he pulled her to him. He leaned her against him, cradling her in his arms. Her breath was still unsteady and was growing weaker as time passed.

Y/N had her eyes focused on Steve as he breathed quickly with tears falling down his face. His hand that wasn't propping her up against him moved her bloodied hair out of her face and landed on her cheek.

It was quiet between them, y/n's eyes on Steve's the whole time, as Steve looked over her more times than he could count. Trying to find what to do. But there was nothing he could do, had not Billy thrown her around like a ragdoll into walls and the floor.

"I don't want to—" It suddenly became harder to breathe as she fought for oxygen to make its way to her lungs. This made Steve begin to stress again.

"Hey, hey," He brushed her cheek gingerly, still not knowing what to do. "You're okay. You'll be fine, just fine. "

His voice, however, said otherwise as it broke on him. He pulled her as close to him as he possibly could, making y/n gasp slightly in pain, but she was immediately shushed by Steve.

"I... I don't want to go," Her weak hand reached up shakily to hold his. Holding on as well as she could.

"You won't, you won't. We'll be okay. We.. we can get out of here. L-leave Hawkins behind and we'll be fine." He didn't know what to say. She was slowly slipping away from him, and she was scared. But she smiled sadly at what he'd said.

"I like.. that idea. But I'll miss the others. " It made Steve smile through the tears.

"Of course you are," He says, small, sad smile on his lips.

"But you would miss the kids more than I would." Even though her voice was now weaker than when he found her, she still spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

Breathing then became increasingly harder; it hurt to even try and breath. As no oxygen wanted to enter her lungs and she fought for it, tears streamed down her face. But Steve quickly started to wipe them away from her face, even though his own tears fell down his face.

"Shh, it's fine. You'll be fine. I'll be here when you want to leave," He told her and began to rock back and forth with y/n still in his arms.

She could feel it. Death was slowly creeping up on her. Her eyes began to feel heavy, her head pounding still. But she never let her eyes move from looking at Steve. She wanted him to be the last thing she saw. And he was, as it seemed death had decided her suffering was enough. Taking her soul from her body and holding her as he left Steve sitting there with her now cold body. Forehead against hers as he let the tears fall onto her lifeless skin. Still rocking side to side as if to comfort himself and maybe even her.

"You'll be alright..." He reassured her even though she was no longer there with him. She was no longer there to hug him and tell him she would be just fine. He was left behind with her cold body in his arms and feeling utterly and completely helpless.

Yeah, no. I suck at angst. I'm good at writing fluff and like badass characters but ugh this shits hard. Anyway... I need ideas of what to write for this guy. Please write me some ideas y'all have.

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[mystargirl-interlude]

Part one ^

Track Two: mean - Taylor swift . A&w part 2

Pairing. Billy Hargrove x OC

Word count : 1.8k

When I finally got to my class after receiving a school tour by a kid I can't bother to remember the name of I walk in a take a quick scan of the classroom and students and notice the same guy from earlier, the one from earlier with the mullet.

I try to sneak past the teacher when his back is turned,

I notice that the only chair left is one next to mullet guy. As I walk towards him I notice him straighten up out of the corner of my eye. I sit down and pay no attention to him only seeing him look at me out of the corner of my eye.

The teacher turns around and I see him scan the classroom and land on me

"Ah! New student" I hear him say and I begin to internally cringe when hear what he says next

"Have you been to this school before? You seem to look very familiar"

"Sorry no, I just moved here from Russia"

He stares at me a bit longer but im grateful he let it go.

I can feel Mullet guys eyes on me but an thankfully saved by the bell but not from him approaching me in the hallway

"Alexandra right?" He asks me as I back up on the lockers

" yeah, um I'm sorry did we meet?"

"No, no, we crossed paths briefly In the office. Im billy" he says radiating confidence

"cool" I reply pursing my lips not knowing what else to say

"Im just gonna...." I say walking away quickly

"Wait!" He says sprinting to catch up with me

I stop and turn around already fed up with him and it shows on my face

I stay silent wanting to hate him but finding funny how persistent he is

"How about I take you to the movies tonight? What do you say, 7 a'clock?

I'm ashamed to say I actually thought about it until I heard laughing by the lockers and saw who I assumed were Billy's friends laughing looking at us.

Everything I was feeling in that moment 3 seconds ago has faded.

I stare at him and scoff walking away not daring to look back at him but as I turn the corner I can see him slightly and see him with his mouth gaping and his friends no longer laughing.

I assume they are like this because no one has ever rejected him. hard to believe anyone would since he's the best looking thing that has probably come into this town in the vast 4 years

I'm not gonna lie it felt good to humble him but that feeling was in the back of my mind. But he's the man that peaks in high school and never moves on. That's what mean kids are . Someday I'll be living in a big old city and all he's ever gonna be is mean.

After school

me and my grandma decided since we are in America and in a basically all English to speak a mix of English and Russian just to help my grandma get more familiar with the language.

"Sasha, before you came I went into Chicago for a bit and I found this ice rink. It's only one subway from the big city" she says

"Wait, really? I didn't think there was any around here" I replied partially thinking out loud

Tomorrow is a half day since it's a pep rally which I have no interest watching

"Do you mind if I go tomorrow? Just to check it out because tomorrow is a half day and I have nothing to do?" I ask

"Yes. Go ahead."

Her replies are very straight forward since she doesn't know many other words but I don't mind

The next day

There is this small friend group that I have been talking to recently I mean it's technically just two people but I am talking to someone else who isn't in the "group" but their names are Steve and Robin and the one that isn't the group is Nancy.

When I first walk in I'm met with Nancy by the doors waiting for me

"Hey! Sooooo are you excited for your first American pep rally today??" She asks

"Actually first pep rally ever, I didn't even know they existed"

"Omg that makes it even better !!"

"I'm probably not gonna stay for it though, I'm planning to leave early cause I have errands to run later" I reply

"Come on, it's your first pep rally, here I'll make you a deal , if you don't like the first ten minutes of it then you can leave ." She reasons

"Fine" I reply slightly smiling

We had this conversation while walking to our first period which we both have together so when the conversation ends we reach our class and walk in .

Class goes smoothly along with my classes with Robin and Steve. Time passes and comes the pep rally one of the American teen necessity's as so I've been told. We enter the gym and see the stands filled with students and the floor filled with basket ball players and snobby cheerleaders.

We begin walking up the stands looking for a seat, we eventually find a little section with enough room for the three of four of us. Once I sit down my eyes gravitate towards billy and I guess his did too cause we made eye contact and I swear I have never looked away faster.

The pep rally started with the band playing music and the cheerleaders dancing along to it while the basket ball players stand back. I could still feel Billy's eyes on me the entire time. Steve told me that he is in basketball and Robin told me that she was in band so I was slightly confused as to why they weren't in this pep rally but I didn't pay much attention to that thought.

I have surprisingly made it through almost the entire game without leaving so that's a plus.

As I was watching I noticed the billy took the ball from a player on the opposing team and it felt like he was dribbling the ball for forever but eventually he made his way around the player and threw the ball into the net cheering as he made it. We all began clapping as he made the last shot of the game but I quickly stopped as I noticed he looked my way winking and pointing at me almost as if he was saying "this one is for you" as if we were in some cheesy rom com. Yuck. But all the girls around me were blushing and giggling so I assume it was for one of them

"holy fucking shit, did you see that!" Robin screeches in my ear shaking me while Steve and Nancy laugh

I roll my eyes playfully shoving her in a joking matter

"You can convince us that wasn't for you" Nancy says

"Why would it be for me? I've spoken two words to him??"

"Yeah and those words were rejecting him after asking you out" Steve replied

"It's probably nothing" I brush off

But thank god that's when the pep rally ends and the band plays some sort of music as we all exit and most leave for the day but I stayed back despite saying I was going to leave early. I went to the girls locker room with Nancy to chance into my skating clothes which is just athletic sports bra and leggings.

Me and Nancy enter the locker room expecting no one to be in there since we have assumed everyone has left besides the ones that participated in the pep rally.

"Sooo are you exciting to explore more of America today" Nancy says to me while helping me do my hair

"I mean kinda? I guess I'm just more excited to get back on the ice-" as I was saying that I was cut off my shuffling coming from one of the stalls and whisper shouting

Me and Nancy look at each other confused and I bend down to look under the stall to see if I can spot feet and I see a pair of men's sneakers and one of rainbow flip flops and messily painted toenails.

I cover my mouth to prevent my laugh and look up at a confused Nancy and I silently telling tell her  to get down on the floor to see what I seeing.

When she sees them she looks at me and we burst out laughing no longer trying to be quiet. We quickly stand up

"Out of all places to fuck why the girls locker room??" I say purposely loud on our way out to make sure whoever was in there heard me as we make our way to the ice rink

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Billy's pov:

After the pep rally this random girl I've never seen before comes up to me batting her non existent eyelashes. She hands me this crumpled up piece of paper and walks away attempting to sway her hips.

I open the paper and it says "meet me in the girls locker room in ten minutes" I debate wether or not I want to torcher myself more but I couldn't bring myself to care cause she's just one more notch on my belt.

I walk into the locker room looking around and I feel someone dragging me into a stall and she gets down to business very fast..

As we were doing our business I guess I heard two people walk in talking, then I heard the accent that can be recognized anywhere and that pris Nancy wheeler

“So why is your name Alexandra but you go by Sasha?” I hear Nancy ask

“It’s like how some people’s names are William but go by billy, it’s so much shorter than saying al- ex- an- dra.”

“Ohh okay”

And then they continue their conversation but then I remember the position I’m in with- Emma? I think her name was but I couldn’t care but the fact that the girl I’m trying to get just walked in while I’m getting blown messed the the mood and I think Emma noticed cause she started going faster which just pissed me off so I tried pushing her off and she started whisper screaming at me while I started at her and then I heard Sasha and Nancy get quiet for a second which made me think they heard us because of how fucking loud Emma was.

Emma kept rambling and then I heard laughing which shut her up real fast and as I was about to exit the stall I heard Sasha’s voice say “out of all the places to fuck why the girls locker room?” And then their laughter fade out.

Well..

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Y’all this took so much longer than it should’ve. I was supposed to be medicated for adhd but I wasn’t so obviously I couldn’t focus and kept getting distracted but I finished about 900 words in a day which is shocking but anyway I hope you enjoyed it and stream boygenius also this isn’t proof read so sorry for misspells 🤞

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