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Silent Confessions, Loud Masks - Billy Hargrove x Reader Series

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Word Count: 5K

Warnings: bullying/rude remarks, mostly angst and some fluff

Introduction | Chapter one

Masterlist

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The air in Hawkins High School's corridors crackles with anticipation as the final bell signals the end of another mundane day. Amidst the crowds of students, Billy Hargrove stands tall, a formidable presence amidst the chaos. His posture exudes confidence, his gaze sharp and penetrating as he scans the hallway.

As you cautiously approach Billy and his group of friends, you can feel their eyes boring into you with a mixture of disdain and amusement. You suppress a shiver, bracing yourself against the impending onslaught of ridicule.

"Hi Billy," your voice wavers slightly as you address him. The group falls silent, their smirks widening as they turn their attention to you.

"Wanted to tell you to meet me in the school library today instead," you continue, words coming out in a rush as you try to maintain your composure in the face of their scrutiny.

"Why would he do that?" Tommy interjects, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he shoots Billy a knowing look. your confusion deepens at the exchange, heart sinking as you realize you’ve become the subject of their mockery.

"Book report," you add, voice barely above a whisper. 

Carol snickers, leaning in closer to Tommy with a smirk. "Wow, Billy. Didn't know you were into charity work now. Helping out the loners, huh?"

Billy's lips curl into a sneer as he glances at you, his eyes alight with amusement. "Yeah, guess I'm just feeling generous today," he quips, his tone dripping with condescension as he looks you up and down.

Tommy lets out a boisterous laugh, nudging Billy playfully. "Man, can you believe this? Y/N actually thinks she's worthy of your attention."

Your cheeks burn with humiliation as you listen to their cruel words, holding back tears.

Ignoring the burning stares of Billy and his friends, you quickly turn on your heel and walk away, heart heavy with disappointment. You thought you were getting somewhere with Billy. That little bonding conversation you had in the library a couple days ago was supposed to be the start of something, you aren’t sure what but something different than Billy’s usual antics. Sadly, it seems nothing is going to change. 

You hear them as they make their way down the hall, Billy and his friends, their laughter echoing through the empty halls. You hang back, wanting to see what else they have to say behind your back.

"Did you see the look on her face?" Tommy says with a smirk. "Like she actually thought we wanted her to talk to us."

Carol chuckles, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, what a freak. Like, why would someone like her even bother trying to talk to us?"

You watch Billy's lips quirk into a sly grin from around the corner of the library door. "Who knows, maybe she's got a crush on me or something."

Tommy and Carol burst into laughter at Billy's remark, their voices mingling in a chorus of mockery as they continue to taunt you. Your cheeks start to burn with embarrassment as you brave through their cruel words, fists clenched at your sides, forgetting the sadness and getting angrier by the second. You storm into the library, sitting down at an empty table, awaiting Billy’s arrival. 

As Billy takes a seat opposite of you, you can't bring yourself to even look him in the eye, the feeling of resentment festering in the pit of her stomach. Billy offers no words of comfort, no gesture of solidarity to ease your sudden distress after what just happened. You hoped that Billy might stand up for you, that he might show some semblance of decency in the face of his friends' cruelty. But as you heard him laugh and joke with them, it becomes painfully clear that you were wrong.

You push over some notes you took last night, alone in your room having nothing better to do. You can feel Billy’s eyes on your face but you keep your gaze down, opening your copy of the book, pen in hand, ready to take more notes. 

The silence between you is deafening, each passing minute serving only to deepen the growing divide between you both. Billy copies you, book in hand as he leans back, balancing the chair on its back legs. 

As the minutes pass by, you can’t stand the constant glances from Billy across the table at you. You sigh, shoving your book and notebook in your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and leaving without a single word spoken. 

You feel the weight of Billy's betrayal pressing down on you.  As you walk to the band room to wait for Robin, one thought echoes in your mind – Billy Hargrove may be your English partner, but he's no friend of yours.

The neon sign of the local diner flickers invitingly as you and Robin step inside, the familiar buzz of chatter and clinking dishes filling the air. The aroma of sizzling burgers and freshly brewed coffee envelopes you, creating a comforting atmosphere that instantly eases your frayed nerves.

Robin scans the room, her eyes bright with excitement as she spots your favorite booth near the window. "Over there," she says, gesturing eagerly as she leads the way.

You follow closely behind, her footsteps echoing against the checkered floor as Robin navigates through the maze of tables. With each step, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders, the familiar sights and sounds of the diner providing a much-needed respite from the chaos of the outside world.

As you reach the booth and settle into your seats, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Robin's unwavering support. "Thanks for coming with me.”

"Of course," Robin remarks, returning the smile. "You know I've always got your back."

"Robin, I don't know what to do. Ever since that encounter with Billy and his friends, I just feel... lost." You admit, pressing your hand to your forehead. 

"I get it, Y/N. I can’t imagine how brutal that must’ve been for you. But you can't let Billy get to you like that. He's not worth it."

"I know, but it's not just about him anymore. It's about me, too. I thought maybe I could break through his walls, you know?"

"Hey, don't blame yourself for his behavior. Billy's just a jerk, plain and simple." Robin slams her menu down, leaning onto the table, a stern look on her face. 

"I feel like there’s something else there. There has to be a reason he acts the way he does.” You ponder, wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

“I understand your need to over-examine and try to figure out other people, but please, Y/N, be careful. There may be more to his story that could end up hurting more. Not just with him but you too.” 

As you listen to Robin's advice, a swirl of conflicting emotions churns within. Billy's callousness has cut you deep, yet a part of you couldn't help but empathize, searching for a glimmer of humanity beneath his hardened exterior. Despite Robin's warnings, you can’t shake the nagging feeling that there is more to Billy's behavior than meets the eye. Perhaps it’s a desperate attempt to rationalize the hurt he causes or a genuine belief in the possibility of some kind of redemption. Regardless, you can’t help but feel a sense of responsibility, as if breaking through Billy's walls was not just about him but a reflection of your own inner struggle for understanding and connection.

You know you probably should’ve told Billy you weren’t showing up to the school library today. You can’t face him, exhausted from having to work late last night and barely got any sleep. But again, why does Billy deserve your respect anyway? 

As you trudge along the familiar path home from school, the weight of your eyes are so heavy you could curl up on the grass and fall asleep at any moment.The soft strains of your walkman provide a welcome distraction, the familiar melodies serving as a temporary reprieve from the turmoil swirling within your mind.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely notice the sound of an engine approaching from behind, the low rumble of a car pulling up beside jolting you back to reality. You glance at it, your heart sinking at the sight of Billy's blue Camaro idling next to you, his gaze fixes on you with a mix of confusion and concern.

"Why weren't you at the library?" Billy's voice cuts through, his tone tinged with frustration as he leans near the passenger side window. 

You ignore him, jaw clenched tight as you adjust the volume on your walkman, the music drowning out the sound of his voice as you continue walking.

"You said you’d meet me there," you hear him protest, the desperation evident in his tone as he matches your pace with the slow roll of his car. But you refuse to acknowledge him, steps quickening as you try to put distance between yourself and the unwelcome intrusion of his presence.

"Y/N, come on," he pleads, his voice growing more insistent as he trails alongside you. You almost trip over your feet when he says your first name instead of his usual nickname for you. "Can we please just talk?"

Despite his persistence, you gather your self confidence, jaw set in determination as you keep your gaze fixed straight ahead, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

After a few minutes of futile attempts to get your attention, Billy finally relents, his frustration boiling over as he brings the car to a stop, the screech of tires echoing in the quiet street as he abruptly exits the vehicle.

"Y/N, wait!" he calls out again as he stomps over to where you stand on the side of the road, his presence looming over you in an intimidating display of power.

You brace yourself for his approach, heart pounding as you meet his gaze with a mix of defiance and apprehension.

Billy's eyes flicker with irritation and concern as he reaches out towards you, his hand hovering in the air as if unsure whether to touch you.

"Y/N, please," he implores, his voice softening slightly as he takes a step closer. "Just get in the car so we can talk. I promise I won't bite."

Your gaze hardens at his words, your resolve strengthening as you take a step back, putting some distance between you.

"I don't trust you, Billy," you keep your voice steady despite the unease churning in your stomach. "Not after what I heard you saying about me."

Billy's expression flickers with a fleeting flash of guilt, his shoulders slumping slightly as he meets your eyes.

“Look, I know you don’t want to talk to me but I just want to apologize,” he insists. "I didn't mean any of that," his tone earnest as he takes another step forward.

"You had a chance to stand up for me, and you didn't. You just let them make fun of me like everyone else." Billy's jaw tightens at your words, a flicker of shame crossing his features as he struggles to find the right response.

"I know, and I'm sorry," he admits. "I messed up, okay? But I want to make it right.”

“Why do you do it though? you press him, voice tinged with genuine curiosity as you take a step closer, the distance between you shrinking.

"I don't know," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper with a mixture of shame and defiance. "I guess...I guess it's just easier to push people away than to let them in. Easier to be the bad guy."

Your heart aches at his confession, a pang of empathy tugging at your chest as you see the vulnerability lurking beneath his tough exterior.

"Why can't you open up to me?" you ask softly, reaching out towards him, hand hovering in the air.

Billy flinches at your touch, his walls springing back up as he takes a step back, putting some distance between you.

"Why do you want me to?" he retorts, his voice laced with bitterness. "What's in it for you?"

Your heart sinks at his defensive response, a wave of frustration washing over you as you struggle to break through the barriers he's built around himself.

"Because I care about you, believe it or not Billy. Because I can see something in you that you refuse to acknowledge, something real and genuine that's worth fighting for. I know a hurt soul when I see one. I hate how much I’m willing to offer my help to you because you’ve been unbelievably disrespectful to me but unlike you, I want to help others.”

Billy's expression softens at your words, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he takes a tentative step towards you. "I just...I don't know how to be any different."

You will never be sorry for how compassionate you are, no matter how terrible the other person may be because deep down, everyone is dealing with their own shit. 

"I don’t need your sorrys," you reply, voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "You just have to be willing to try."

"Will you let me give you a ride home?" His voice remains small. "It's the least I can do after everything." Billy walks over and opens the passenger door for you. “I promise I will try to be better, for you.” 

You meet Billy's gaze once more, uncertainty clouding your eyes as you weigh his words carefully. You can sense the genuine desire to make amends shining through his usual bravado.

After a moment of hesitation, you nod slowly, a tentative smile gracing your lips as you step into the waiting car.

"You better not make me regret this.”

As you drive by the arcade after picking up your weekly VHS from Family Video with Robin’s discount, you notice Max Mayfield, Billy’s step-sister, standing alone outside in the dimly lit parking lot, arms crossed tightly around herself. Concern flickers across your face as you drive into the parking lot and approach Max.

"Hey, Max," you call out softly. "Are you okay? You look cold."

Max's head snaps, surprise evident in her wide eyes as she meets your gaze.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Max replies, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she wraps her jacket tighter around herself. "Just waiting for Billy. He's late...again."

Your heart sinks at Max's words, sympathy flooding through. You’ve seen Max and Billy together outside the school parking lot on several occasions and they certainly aren’t that friendly with each other. 

"Do you need a ride? It's getting late, and it doesn't look like he's coming anytime soon."

Max hesitates for a moment, uncertainty flickering across her features before she nods slowly. "Yeah, that would be great.”

As Max buckles in, you start the engine again, breaking the silence with a gentle smile aimed at her, turning down your Kate Bush tape playing through the radio. 

"How's school been treating you since you moved from California?" you wonder, glancing over at both sides of the road and pulling out of the parking lot.

Max shrugs, a faint frown tugging at the corners of her lips. "It's been alright, I guess. Kinda miss the sun though."

You nod sympathetically, understanding the adjustment it must be to move from sunny California to a place like Hawkins. "Yeah, I bet. How about your brother? How do you two get along?"

Max lets out a bitter laugh, shaking her head slightly. "Let's just say Billy and I aren't exactly best friends. He's usually too busy being an asshole most of the time."

"I'm sorry to hear that. How long has he acted like that?"

Max's expression darkens, her gaze flickering towards the window as if lost in thought. "It's... complicated. His dad's not exactly the nicest guy around. Billy's learned a lot from him, unfortunately."

"I'm sorry, Max. That must be really tough." You understand Billy’s high walls and how awful he can be to others. “I know we don’t know each other that well but anytime you need someone to talk to, I'm here.”

Max offers her a small, sad smile, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thanks, Y/N."

"Given that I'm Billy's English partner, I'll do my best to knock some sense into him on your behalf." Both of your laughter fills the air as you turn down their road. 

The atmosphere grows increasingly tense, the sound of raised voices and shouting carrying through the night air as you pull into their driveway. Your grip tightens on the steering wheel, a sense of foreboding settling over the car.

Max hesitates as she opens the car door, her gaze flickering towards the house with fear and apprehension.

"It's okay," you reassure her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I can wait with you if you want."

Before Max can respond, the front door bursts open, and Billy storms out, his face twisted in anger. Your heart sinks as you take in the sight of his bloody mouth and bruised knuckles, concern washing over you as you cut the engine and step out of your car.

"Billy..." you begin, voice soft as you step towards him. "Are you okay? Can I help you with anything?"

Billy scoffs at your words, his expression hardening as he glares at you with hostility.

"Don't bother," he retorts, his voice laced with bitterness as he storms past you towards his car. "I don't need your help."

You watch helplessly as Billy speeds away into the night. You turn to Max, your gaze filled with sympathy as you offer her a comforting smile.

"Are you sure you're okay?" you question, as the sound of something breaking from inside the house echoes outside. 

Max nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she rushes inside the house, leaving you standing alone in the darkness. 

Despite his tough exterior and sharp words, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of empathy for Billy. Knowing the abuse he seems to endure from his father explains so much about why he keeps his walls up, why he lashes out the way he does.

You long for the chance to show Billy that not everyone in his life wants to hurt him, that he doesn’t have to face his struggles alone. As you drive home, your thoughts linger on him, a silent promise forming in your mind: you would be there for him, whenever he’s ready to let you in.

You lean against your locker, idly twirling the combination lock as you try to pay attention to what Robin is saying. 

“-and did you see her this morning?... She's just so... perfect." Robin sighs dreamily as she speaks about Vickie, her enigmatic crush, who’s also in band with her.

"Tell me about it. You practically melt every time Vickie walks by."

"Shh, keep it down! I don't want the whole school to know." Robin moves to practically cover your mouth with her hands and you laugh. 

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. But seriously, what's the deal? You've been eyeing her like crazy lately."

"I don't know... There's just something about her. She's so confident and cool, you know?"

"You should totally go for it."

"Easier said than done, Y/N. Besides, We’re not even sure if she's into girls."

"Take a chance! And who knows, maybe she's been eyeing you too."

"Highly doubt it, but thanks for the pep talk."

"Anytime. You know I've always got your back."

"While we’re on the subject of crushes, how's your thing with Billy going?"

“What? What thing with Billy?” You avoid her gaze. 

"Oh, come on, Y/N. I know how stubborn you are and how Billy acts but I can notice there’s something there."

"It's not like that, Robin. We're just partners for a project." You shift uncomfortably. 

"Sure, just partners. That's why he's always looking over at you right now.”

You turn your head suddenly, locking eyes with Billy, glancing down to see the note you put in his locker resting in his hands. You send him a friendly smile, hoping to bridge the gap between you after the encounter last night.

However, Billy's response was far from warm. With a dismissive gesture, he tosses the note back into his locker and slams it shut before striding away, his demeanor as aloof as ever.

"Stop it, Robin. You're reading too much into it."

"Yeah, I get it. Last night was rough from what you told me. Maybe he just needs some space. You know how guys can be."

"Am I, though?”

You grab your last textbook and slam your locker shut. "I don't know, Robin. Things have been weird between us lately. After what happened last night..."

"Yeah, maybe. But still, I want to help him. I thought we were starting to get along better."

"Well, if he's being a jerk, then he doesn't deserve you stressing over him. Seriously, you're too good for that. You’re always helping everyone around you.’

You sigh softly, understanding where Robin is coming from. You’ve been a people pleaser your whole life, particularly with people you’re close with and those you care about. It’s an instinct to you that you need to learn to set boundaries with. 

Despite Billy’s prickly exterior, you can’t hold his attitude against him, knowing all too well the struggles he faces behind closed doors. You’ll do anything to help him realize there are good people in this world, people willing to help him and show him how different life can be. 

After a long day of classes, you trudge out of the school building, the weight of your backpack pulling at your shoulders. Spotting Billy leaning casually against his Camaro, a cloud of smoke swirling around him, you brace yourself for the inevitable interaction.

"Hey, Billy," you greet him, mustering up a polite smile.

"Get in," he commands, his tone sharp and dismissive.

You comply, not wanting to argue or add more to his sour attitude. You slide into the passenger seat as Billy follows, starting the car. Billy revs the engine and peels out of the parking lot, starting at a high speed. 

"Can you please slow down?" you shout over the blasting sounds of Metallica.

Billy glances at you briefly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Anything for you, little mouse," he slowly lets his foot up on the gas pedal. 

Soon enough, you arrive at Lovers Lake, a place requested by Billy for a change of scenery. The sun casts a warm glow over the tranquil waters. You breathe a sigh of relief as Billy parks the car.

"I'm not here to make out with you, just so you know," you acknowledge the designated makeout spot from many teenagers in Hawkins.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Billy chuckles softly, flicking his half-finished cigarette out the window before stepping out of the car. You follow suit, hopping up to sit on the hood of the car as Billy leans against it, his gaze fixed on the lake.

Pulling out your notebook, you attempt to engage him in conversation about the notes you took in class about your book. Billy remains distant, his attention focused elsewhere. You sigh inwardly, resigning yourself to the fact that connecting with him would be no easy feat.

Billy begins to shed his clothes, you couldn't help but stare a mixture of confusion and embarrassment washing over you. You avert your gaze, focusing intently on the book in your lap, though your peripheral vision betrays you as you glance at his shirtless form.

"What are you doing?" you manage to stammer, cheeks flushing as you dare to look up at him.

Billy turns to face you, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he shrugs off his jean jacket. "Going for a swim," he declares, a smirk playing on his lips as he kicks off his boots and peels down his jeans, revealing a pair of navy blue boxers.

Your heart skips a beat as you watch him. You quickly avert your eyes once more, trying to focus on the words you wrote down hours ago as if they held the key to your rapidly escalating emotions.

"Come on, join me," Billy urges, his hands resting confidently on his hips as he shoots you a challenging smirk before running to the edge of the lake, sliding off his boxers at the last second, making you gasp at the flash of his ass before he dives into the water. 

“Come on, little mouse. Live a little.” He shouts, his upper body coming out of the water, hands pushing his soaking hair away from his face. 

With a mixture of apprehension and defiance, you can’t help but hesitate for a moment before walking anxiously toward the lake, starting to peel off your own clothing. Stripped down to your undergarments, feeling the cool breeze against your skin.

“I’m not skinning dipping with you.”

“I’m not forcing you.” Billy says sincerely, his gaze softening as he holds out his hand to you. 

Despite your reservations, there's a part of you that longs to break free from the constraints of your everyday life, to embrace the spontaneity and freedom that Billy seems to embody.

With a leap of faith, you take his hand, feeling a rush of exhilaration as you plunge into the water together, the cool embrace of the lake enveloping you both in its refreshing embrace.

As you swim side by side, the tension between you dissipates, replaced by a sense of ease. The water is cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the sun above, and you find yourself relaxing into its embrace.

"I didn't expect you to actually join me," Billy admits, his voice laced with surprise as he glances over at you.

You shrug, a smile playing at your lips. "I guess I just needed a little push," the words coming out more easily than you expected.

"Sometimes we all need a little push," his gaze drifts out across the lake.

There's vulnerability in his words, a glimpse of the person beneath the tough exterior he often presents to the world. It's a side of Billy you've rarely seen, and it leaves you feeling strangely connected to him in that moment.

"Yeah," you agree softly, a sense of understanding passing between you. "Sometimes we do."

For a while, you simply float in silence, the only sound being the gentle lapping of the water against your skin. It's a rare moment of peace in the chaos of your everyday lives, and you find yourself savoring it, reluctant to let it slip away.

"Hey, Y/N," he begins. "I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. For everything. I’m an asshole." You let his apology hang in the air for a moment before responding. 

“You’re suffering too,” you swim closer to him but still keep your distance, knowing what he’s hiding beneath the water. “I know you’ve grown up watching and learning and wearing the anger of your father but I wish you could see how different life can be,” you pause, gaging the look in his eyes for caution before you continue your thoughts. “This anger doesn’t fit you.”

Billy's expression softens at your words. "I never really thought about it like that," he admits. "I guess I've just always... I don't know, it's like I've been carrying this anger around with me for so long, I don't know how to let it go."

You nod in understanding, empathy coursing through your veins. "It's not easy," you acknowledge. "But it's possible. You don't have to be defined by your past, Billy. You can choose a different path for yourself."

Billy's eyes flicker with hope and fear. "Do you really think so?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I do," your conviction unwavering. "But it's up to you to make that choice. I’m here, if you want it. Every step of the way.” You can sense the emotions swirling in Billy’s mind right now, with the way his chest moves faster, jaw clenched and eyes closed, you know he’s not used to being talked to gently or even offered any sort of comfort for a long time. 

"But apology accepted," you cut through the silence, lightening up the mood, flashing him a smile, which he returns. 

"I mean it, though. I shouldn't have said those things about you. It was wrong, and I'm sorry."

You nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders at his words. "Thank you, Billy. I really appreciate that."

"I'll try to do better," Billy adds, his voice quiet but determined. "For you." He repeats his words from when he drove you home the other day. 

Billy extends his arm, meeting yours resting out in front of you. The tips of fingers brush against yours. Your breath hitches at the contact, hoping for more but he sadly moves his hand back towards his chest. 

The sun begins to sink lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the lake as evening approaches. With a sigh, you reluctantly swim back to the shore, the cool air sending a shiver down your spine as you step out of the water. You turn your back to Billy as he follows you, not ashamed of showing off all his glory. You hastily pull your clothes on, begging for their warmth. You look over your shoulder to Billy zipping up his jeans and throwing his shirt back on, leaving the buttons undone. 

You make your way back to his car, gathering your backpack and books. Billy starts his car, turning the heat on full blast as he notices the goosebumps appearing on your arm as you sit down and buckle in. 

You both look at each other one more time, genuine smiles on your faces as Billy drives away from Lovers Lake. 

Despite the ups and downs of your tumultuous relationship, there's a bond between you that transcends words, a connection that you know will endure whatever challenges may come your way. It's a small step forward, but it's a start – a glimmer of hope in the darkness that surrounds you both.

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[bookshelf-dust]

the hurt is good

part i part ii part iii part iv part v part vi

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 5,163

warnings: swearing, cops, talk of jail/billy's abuse, neil, fluff and love

a/n: well, here it is. this is the very last part of my very first series. i am very proud of the ending i've created for these two. i like to think i've given billy what he deserved. i'm so grateful for all of the feedback and support you've given me on the previous parts. also, a part of this relies heavily on hopper’s letter from season 3, so that’s that, and then some of his other dialogue. i’ve found that it fit billy effortlessly. i really hope you enjoy this and maybe find some solace in it. i love you all <333

before you read, listen to: time after time by cyndi lauper and/or the promise by when in rome

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The first night without Neil, Hopper sits in his car outside the house. He promised no one would hurt them. He means it.

Nicky went to high school with both Hopper and Joyce. In fact, she was suspended for dealing them weed under the bleachers at one point. She regrets nothing to this day.

Because of that, it really wasn’t too difficult to have a heart-to-heart with the man, to get him to sit down with Billy. And Max and you. Susan.

Hopper had shown up at the house to speak with Neil. When he arrived, he told you to keep Billy in his room, though that hadn’t mattered. The second Billy realized he might actually get out of this, that he might live without fear of his own father, he buried his face in your chest, tears wetting your collarbones, your t-shirt.

You’d let him get it all out, stroking his loose and frizzy curls, occasionally laying your hands over his ears to muffle any shouting. Billy squeezed you each time you did so.

Even if he was a little hopeful this might work, Billy couldn’t help but think about that night when he was a kid. When his mama left him with Neil.

He’d sat on his bedroom floor, trying to be quiet while his dad showered, pleading with her.

“Please mom, don’t do this. Please come home.”

“How long? How long?”

“I miss you.”

She was the last person he felt safe with, before you. And she’d gone, leaving her boy with him. Trapped. Part of him wasn’t sure this would work out. He’d hoped for so long that his mother would return, and she hadn’t. Neil had dictated everything in Billy’s life so far, so how was it possible for anything to change?

Hopper had given Neil Hargrove one option.

“You’re gonna sign these papers,” he’d said, gesturing at the divorce packet lying on the table, “and I’m going to quietly take you down to the station and expose you for the piece of shit you are. Lock you up for abusing your child.”

Neil had started screaming about how Hopper had no right to do any of this, to barge into his home claiming all of this.

“Sure, yeah, pitch a fit. Like that’s gonna change anything,” Hopper said, entertained by the fact that Neil was acting like the victim.

During one of the intervals where your hands were pressed to Billy’s ears, the hoop in the left one biting into your palm, you’d caught something Hopper said.

“I suggest you shut your mouth before you give me something else to report.” By the tone in his voice, you could imagine that he was inches from Neil’s face.

“You’re a coward,” Hopper had said. “Beating on your kid because your life didn’t turn out right. Well let me tell you something, that’s not his fault. It’s yours.”

There’d been a knock on Billy’s bedroom door followed by Hop’s gruff voice. 

“Y/N, kiddo can I have a minute with you?”

Billy had looked up at you, eyes puffy. “I’ll be right back baby, I’m not leaving, I promise.”

You’d pressed a kiss to his forehead, and he’d held onto your hand until it was too far out of his reach.

Shutting the door carefully behind you, you’d looked at him. “We’re taking him away,” he said.

You blinked. “Really?”

“Really. He signed, so Susan is good to go.”

Hopper considered letting Neil run away, making him just disappear, but he didn’t want to chance him doing this to someone else. He’d already done that once though, hadn’t he?

“I’m really proud of you for helping him through this, kid. You remind me of your mom.”

His hand had been warm on your shoulder.

“If you want me to be honest, he’s lucky this prison isn’t very big. But that doesn’t mean nothing will happen if others figure out what he’s in for.”

You nodded, knowingly.

“Powell and Callahan just got here. We’re gonna be quiet. No lights, nothing. I don’t want to make this worse for Billy. But if he wants to see, we’re going soon.”

“Thank you, Hopper,” you’d said, hugging him. He’d let you. He’d had his fair share of a shitty father as a kid. Helping someone like Billy is something he’d always wanted to do.

Back in Billy’s room, you’d taken his face in your hands.

“Baby, they’re taking him now. Do you want to watch or stay inside?”

His back had straightened. He knew what he wanted, and he told you as much, so you led him through to the back steps, holding his hand the whole time, Max behind you, resting her chin on her brother's arm.

Billy got to watch them shove his father in the back of a police car, hands behind his back.

He was finally free.

————

Susan pawned most of Neil's more expensive things, that way she'd have money to cover bills for a while and have something to put towards the house payment. She hadn't really been trusted with the financials when Neil was around, aside from basic spending. Now that she had two children to look after, she really didn't want to be in a bad spot.

She had a feeling most newly divorced women would use the money to buy themselves something nice, but she didn't see any point in that. This wasn't about her. This was about making a life where Billy and Max could feel safe.

Even if Billy had whined about it to you at first, having dinner with Max and Susan at least three times a week to start was helping. And he would never admit this, but Susan was actually a pretty damn good cook. Whenever she'd prepared food pre-inmate Neil, they'd been kind of shitty. Billy supposed this had been her tiny form of protest.

It's pretty late now, but Billy is sprawled on the couch watching reruns of whatever. He's really not even entirely sure what's happening on tv. He thinks this might be Cheers. It's the fact that he can be on the couch that he's doing it. He doesn't have any particular reason to hide in his room unless he wants to.

He's missed this couch. It's the same one he's sat on since he was a kid. Since his mother was still around. It was one of the few items that made it to Hawkins when they moved.

Susan has the day off tomorrow. She said so at dinner. Hence why she's still up.

Billy hears her footsteps and looks up when she walks into the room. She gives him a gentle smile.

"I'm making Max some hot chocolate. You feel like some? I have marshmallows too, if you want those."

"Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks."

She smiles again and then disappears for a while before returning with a mug that has a six-year-old Max's hand print on it.

Billy sits up and takes a sip. He can't remember the last time someone made him someone other than you or Nicky made him something like this.

Susan sits down a little ways away from Billy in an oversized chair that Max usually claims as her own. The only time anyone else gets to sit in it are in times like these when she's being forced to do science homework with Dustin yapping in her ear. She'd asked for help, not an entirely new lesson. Dustin did not care.

Susan starts to read a book, and Billy almost forgets she's in the room when she speaks.

"Billy?"

His eyes rove across from the television to her over the top of his mug. She sets the book down.

"I just wanted to apologize. For not doing anything to protect you from your dad. I don't really have a reason other than selfish ones, like I was afraid he'd start on me, or Max. I guess I just thought if he got it out things would be okay." She buries her face in her hands.

"God, I'm so sorry, Billy. This is your home, and I came into your life and took you away from where you'd grown up, and I never stopped to think about what it was doing to you. I was only thinking about myself."

“I should’ve helped take care of you. You were just a kid. You’re still just a kid. And I’ve done nothing but let you down. I want to be better. I’m not saying I want to replace your mom or anything, but I don’t want you to feel unsafe or unwelcome here anymore.”

Billy keeps drinking his hot chocolate but he has to hold it with both hands because they’re shaking now.

“I feel like I don’t even know you. And maybe that’s because you didn’t want to know me, or maybe because I just avoided you.”

“I’m just so sorry, Billy. I want to try. I am trying. The both of you deserve so much better and you don’t have to accept this. I just wanted you to know that and that I care about you.”

Billy is quiet and for a moment it scares Susan, but she understands he might not have anything to say. He might not want to say anything. He might be waiting until he can afford to move out of this fucking house.

But Billy finally sets his mug down. It’s empty. He looks at Susan and he nods.

“It’s okay,” he tells her. “I understand. I don’t blame you and I appreciate that you want to try. I want to try, too.”

Susan nods back, a sweet smile on her face. It’s gentle, the look she’s giving him.

Billy does understand though. His being the target of Neil’s abuse prevented both Max and Susan from it. He understands that Susan was afraid of her husband and the man that she might not have known he’d unveil to be. She was scared. He understands.

He’s willing to try. To let her in.

She stands and picks up Billy’s empty cup. “Was it okay?” she asks, “It’s just the store bought kind.”

“Yeah. Yeah it was great.”

When she grins at him she looks young. She looks tired and upset, but maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe it means change. Maybe it means she’s learning. She’s trying.

————

“Wear mine.”

Billy looks at you through the mirror in front of which he’s been primping. He claims he doesn’t like it when you say he’s “getting pretty.” His blush says otherwise.

“Yours?”

He rolls his eyes and puts down the hairspray he was holding. “Yeah. It’s fuckin’ cold tonight. Just put mine on. I don’t want you to walk all the way back to your house just to get something I have.”

You snort, making for his closet door. “All the way back?”

He bumps your hip with his, a common you-little-shit gesture.

“Because I live so far away.” You greet the pornstar taped to the thin wood before sliding it open.

“Should be on the right,” Billy says, ignoring your comment and shoving cologne down the front of his pants while you aren’t looking. It’s a habit at this point. Shit, he doesn’t even think about it, and he knows he doesn’t have to impress you.

You push around the clothing hanging in his closet, a couple button-ups, leather, a sweater you’ve never seen him in. It’s this cream color, thick and cable knit. You pull it out. 

“How come you don’t wear this?” you ask, holding it up to him. He unsnaps another button from his shirt and your eyes follow the movement even though you don’t mean to ogle. 

Billy looks the sweater up and down like it’s grossing him out. “I wore it once,” he tells you.

“Once,” you mock playfully, putting the shirt back into his closet.

Billy’s hands are on your hips in an instant, spinning you around. “I thought you were getting a jacket, not raiding my belongings.”

You stick your tongue out at him. It’s childish and you know it, but you do it anyway. He smacks your ass in retaliation, and you go to squeeze his but he grabs your wrist, pulling it to his mouth so that he can kiss your pulse point.

“Barf.” The voice makes you turn your head, and Max has pushed the door open fully where it had been cracked. 

“Hi, Max,” you say, pulling your hand from Billy’s grasp, even if he pouts, and moving to actually retrieve the denim jacket you’d been instructed to wear. 

You can feel Billy and Max staring at each other. “What do you need?” he asks her. 

“Just came to see if we were planning on leaving today or if I should maybe hitch a ride elsewhere.” She enters the room and sits down on the edge of her brother’s bed. 

Billy glances at his watch. “You said to have you at El’s by seven-thirty. We’ve got time.” 

She crosses her arms and Billy faces the mirror again. He thinks he’s finished. “Did you even finish packing your bag, shithead?”

You shove your arms through the jacket sleeves, looking at Max. She raises her eyebrows. No, she definitely did not. There’s a flash of red hair as she hops up, and then she’s gone, the sound of dresser drawers being yanked open and shut echoing down the hall. 

You start rolling up the cuffs, and Billy reaches for the collar, adjusting it for you. You’re focused on getting your hands free when you feel Billy’s finger lifting your chin up. He brings his lips to yours, kissing you once. He pulls away and you move back in, wanting one more. He obliges, albeit grinning at your eagerness. When you’ve gotten your fill, you kiss his cheek, and that’s the one that makes him blush. 

He moves away from you, pulling on his own jacket. “I’m gonna go start the car, okay?”

“M’kay.”

Max let it slip once that Billy always went out to warm up the car before taking them to school. She wouldn’t have assumed it was for her right off the bat, but when she realized he didn’t do that when it was just him in the car, she figured out it was him being nice. Now he just does it for the both of you. You won’t ever say anything about it. 

You look at yourself in Billy’s mirror, listening to his footsteps down the hall and out into the living room. You put your hands in the pockets of his jacket, and to your surprise you feel something. It’s not spare change, or a lighter–anything you would’ve expected to find. 

It’s a sheet of paper. You pull it out, thinking it might be homework he tucked away or a receipt or something. It’s not, though. It’s notebook paper, and it’s been neatly folded like it was done with purpose. 

You sit on the edge of Billy’s bed, and unfold it. To your surprise, it’s a page covered in his handwriting, that pretty, sometimes faintly cursive scrawl. There are some lines scratched out because he used a pen and couldn’t erase. But the thing that catches your eye is the very first line. It’s just your name. It’s a letter. A letter for you. 

Your heart starts to race and you find yourself beginning to read, sinking further into his mattress. 

There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about, it reads. 

Feelings. Jesus. The truth is, for so long I’d forgotten what those were. I’ve been stuck in one place. In a cave, you might say. A deep, dark cave. And then I sat with you at lunch, and bought you a book, and suddenly you were part of my life. For the first time in a long time, I started to feel things again. I started to feel happy. 

But, tonight I’ve been feeling distant from you. Like I’m pulling away from you or something. I’m sitting here and I’m thinking about the way you looked at me that first night at the record store. The way you held on to me when I slept over for the first time. I’m not even sure if you remember it, but every time I tried to move throughout the night you whined like you were afraid I was going to leave you. Like you needed me. 

But you didn’t know about my dad or that I was falling in love with you then. And I can’t stop thinking about how I raised my voice at you when I came over today.

You pause, realizing when it was that he wrote this. The day he fought back. 

And I’ve been afraid for so long that I might turn out like him. That I might be just the same. And I’ve been scared that you might realize that too and leave me behind. But I didn’t feel that way today when you spoke to me like a human being and you wanted to work things out. I’m changing. You’re changing me. We’re changing. And I guess, if I’m being really honest, that’s what scares me. I don’t want things to change. Because there’s a part of me that worries you might still change your mind. The rest of me knows you won’t. 

So I think maybe what I’m saying is that when you didn’t know about how I felt or who I really am on the inside that it didn’t feel like I’d lose you. But now I’ve let you in and you can see all of me. And now that you’ve said you love me I really don’t want things to change. I don’t want to lose you or want you to go. 

But I know that’s naive. To think you’ll leave. That’s not who you are. I know you’d look at me and say that’s not how this is going to work. 

My whole life everyone has picked someone else over me. Left me behind. Left me on my own. And I know that’s how life works. It’s moving. Always moving and people change whether you like it or not. But you’ve taught me that change can be good. That it doesn’t always mean people changing their mind about me. About caring about me or that I’m good enough to keep around. 

And sometimes change is painful. Sometimes it’s sad and sometimes it’s surprising. 

Happy. 

So you know what? I don’t think change is bad anymore. I think I’m supposed to learn from it. I think that when life hurts, because I know parts of it are going to hurt and there will be things that always hurt, I should remember it. Because the hurt is good. It means I’m out of that cave. 

I just want you to hold my hand while I figure it all out. 

You finish reading and fold the letter back up, putting it back where you found it. You hadn’t realized you were crying, but you were, and you spend the next few minutes fixing yourself in Billy’s mirror. 

When he returns he thinks you’re the one primping. 

“Ready, baby?” he asks. “Max is in the car.”

You turn to him, and he smiles at you. That pretty, pretty smile. You kiss him on both cheeks and then shut off his bedroom light. 

“I’m ready.”

————

Billy pulls away from Hop’s cabin after dropping Max off, but he’s quick to stop the car again. 

You were quiet the whole way there. Sweet as always, no doubt, but it was clear something was bothering you. He doesn’t like it when things upset his girl. 

“What are you doing, Hargrove? We’re gonna miss the movie if you keep this up.”

He raises his eyebrows at you. “Well excuse the hell outta me, hon’.”

You slap your hands against your face, peeking through your fingers at him in hopes that he’ll go ahead and scold you.

“I want you to tell me what’s wrong, baby.” Billy doesn’t have to elaborate. You never seem to have to explain your feelings to him much anymore. It’s like he’s figuring you out, like he understands and knows when something’s bugging you or if you’re hurting. 

“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” you say.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to know.”

You nod, and reach into the pocket of the jacket, pulling free the paper. It’s seconds before Billy sees the striped sheet that he remembers what it is, what he’d left in there. 

It all comes back to him, his wrist hurting from pouring his heart out, the relief he felt at putting his feelings somewhere. 

You hand it to him. He unfolds it and scans it over. “You read it?” He knows you did.

“Yeah.” You smile shyly at him, and it’s the same smile you gave him that very first night that you came to check on him. Billy wants to kiss you, so he leans over the center console and does; he presses his mouth to your forehead, warm and sweet. His presence is all-encompassing: heady cologne, minty gum. So very Billy. So much like home. 

He hands the paper back to you. “Feelings, huh?” he says, his mouth pulling up at the corners. 

“Feelings.”

You sandwich your hands between your thighs, taking a deep breath. Your eyes start to water and you can’t help it.

“Billy, I would never leave you, okay?” You were hoping the tears wouldn’t spill over, but it doesn’t matter because your voice fails you. It wavers and you sound fragile, young. And then he’s taking your face in his hands, wiping under your eyes even though there isn’t anything to wipe yet, just soothing motions over the apples of your cheeks, calloused thumbs and warm skin.

He stares at you, his eye contact unbreaking. When he looks at you like that, blue eyes boring into yours, you can’t help but feel a little full. Because he’s looking at you like that. You. 

“I know that. I know.”

You nod, and he nods with you, so much that it looks silly, the both of you nodding, and you start to laugh. 

“I made you feel that way? Really?”

“Of course you did,” Billy says. “My whole life I’ve felt like I’m like a black hole or somethin’. You don’t make me feel that way.”

Your heart aches for him. For this boy who’s had no one tell him how good he is. Who’s finally let you in. Who’s finally realized he can have better, and that he deserves to. 

“I love you, Billy.”

He kisses you on each cheek, your face warm against his lips. He grins and you can feel it on your face. 

“I love you too.”

When you get to the movie theater, you do pay for popcorn, and you do hand him the snacks you kept in your bag after you take your seats. Your mother said movie candy was getting much too expensive. 

You pop a handful of Sno Caps in your mouth, and Billy opens his mouth. You sprinkle some in his, and then reach for his hand. 

He looks down at your clasped fingers while a kid almost faceplants with a bucket of popcorn on the way up the stairs. Thankfully their father caught them first. 

“You did say you wanted me to hold your hand.”

“I did,” Billy says.

—————

“Sit still, I’ll be right back, I swear.”

Billy crosses his arms, but it’s hard for him to look entirely brooding when he’s got plum shadow on his eyelids. You stand. “Here, Max, supervise.” You hand her the brush between your fingers, and she snorts at her brother from where she lays across your bed. 

You make for the living room, suppressing a grin at the sounds of laughter emanating from the area. Susan and Nicky sit on opposite sides of the couch, watching The Golden Girls and talking about whatever it is that mothers-of-dating-children talk about. 

“Mom,” you say, coming to a stop in front of her. 

“Hi, honeybee. What’s the matter?” 

“Can I use some of your makeup? There’s some things you’ve got that I haven’t and–”

She smiles at you, adjusting the well-loved pillow squished behind her back. “You know you can. Whatever you need.”

Her grin is contagious, and you find yourself smiling back just the same. “Thank you.”

She nods. “Playing dress up?” Your mother gives you a knowing look, thinking about the idea you’d had in mind ever since you watched Rocky Horror with Billy that first time. 

“You could say so,” you tell her, and then you’re off to raid her bathroom cabinet, pulling free the large and full bag of goodies. 

You start to rifle through the corduroy pouch, but decide it’d be easier to take the whole thing with you to your room, so that’s what you do.

When you return, you settle on your knees in front of your boyfriend, still finding it odd that you get to call him that now, even if that is exactly what he is to you. Your pretty, pretty boyfriend. Your boyfriend who’s letting you do his makeup. 

Max hands you your brush back, raising herself up on her elbows so that she can watch the show better.

“Hi,” you say to him, pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose. 

“Hi,” he responds, his voice showing all signs that he’s both enjoying this, yet also grumping about the fact that he let you do it in the first place. He settles back on his hands, legs spread so that you can sit in between them and reach him. You pull free both the pencil of thick liner you’d been looking for, and a pot of blush you know to be much pinker than the one you’ve got. Yours has also been broken on multiple occasions so that now it’s just little bits of pink powder sliding around in the pan. 

You uncap the liner first, a warm brown shade, clearly freshly sharpened by your mother. “Close your eyes, pretty please,” you tell him. He obliges, lids fluttering shut. 

You reach out, and starting to drag the tip of the pencil across his skin, you realize your hand isn’t as steady as you’d like, considering the fact that you’re also half-focused on not kneeing Billy in a place you’re quite sure he’d prefer to not be kneed. 

You let out a frustrated sigh, and Billy blinks up at you. “What’s wrong?”

“This isn’t working. Just–” You shove the eyeliner pencil into his hands, and then move from between his legs. You grip his calves and move his legs together, then crawl forwards a little and straddle his lap.

He grins up at you, a cocky and mischievous look. “Comfy?”

“Shut up and close your eyes again.”

“Well you don’t want much.” 

You pinch the squish of his side and he swats blindly at your arm. You take Billy’s face in your hand, resting the pinky of your dominant one against his cheekbone. This go around you’re able to drag the liner effectively across his eyelid. A tap at his face signals he needs to look up, and when he does, you do the same to his lower hip. Afterwards, you take a super small brush that Max found and use it to smudge the eyeliner out some, that way the lines aren’t so harsh.

You finish and take Billy’s face in your hands again, turning it to face Max. “Thoughts?”

She taps her chin, though smiling all the same. “Very nice.”

With a little more manhandling, you get some mascara on those lashes of his, though not without a little pleased squeaking in the process. It’s at the blush that you get excited enough to make him laugh. You swipe your brush heavily across his cheeks, and then the tip of his nose, where you’re probably much too generous. You don’t care. He looks so, so pretty, all blushy like this. 

“Part your lips.” You say, thumb tugging at his bottom one. You put a gloss on Billy’s lips and almost lose it for good. He’s so gorgeous. 

When you finish, you wipe your hands clean on a towel and back up a little ways from him to survey your work. 

You clap your hands. “Max, help me. Would you look at this?”

She does, laughing gleefully. “Oh my god, this is so good.”

You look Billy in the eyes, and Max hops up off of your bed to get a better look. “You look so gorgeous, my love.”

He’s thankful for the blush in that moment, because without it you’d see the effect your using that name had on him. 

“Thank you,” he says.

“Wanna see?” God, you look so happy.

“Do I have to?”

You bite your lip and Billy pulls it free, taking the little handheld mirror from you. 

And, honestly, he thinks he looks kinda hot. You picked a good eyeshadow color, one that makes his blue eyes stand out even more, and he just looks pretty. Just as you’d said. 

“Do you like it?”

“Yes. You did a very good job.”

He goes to kiss you, but you stop him. “Nope. You’ll mess up my work!”

Billy rolls his eyes and flips Max a bird when he sees her giggling at your enthusiasm and his compliance. 

“Can I take a picture?” you ask. 

Billy holds up his hands. “Oh hell no.”

“Billy, she needs to document her masterpiece,” Max says, though really she knows it’d make great blackmail. That and she loves how happy the both of you seem. She’d like to remember this too. 

“Please?” You give him your very best puppy dog eyes, making sure they’re watery and everything. You know he’ll give in. 

“Fine. But you show this to anyone, and you’re both dead.”

You laugh, grabbing for your Polaroid camera. “Who the fuck do you think I’m gonna show? Everyone I know is in this room.”

Billy’s smiles then, and you’re just quick enough to catch it. You get another after you kiss his sparkly forehead. And when you’ve finished, you stick them in the frame of your mirror so they’ll always be there. 

That night, after Max and Susan have gone home, you sit in the bathroom to help Billy wash the makeup off, but only when you’d let Nicky see, and she thought he looked stunning. Showstopping, she’d said. 

And it’s then, as you wipe the rosy tinge from his cheeks, revealing his freckles once again, that you realize months before this you’d been so alone. You’d ached for a moment like this. 

And here you were. So even if the journey to get here had hurt, even if it’d been hard and pushed you to your limits, it’s okay. Because that’s how life works. It hurts sometimes. And that’s okay. 

Because the hurt? The hurt is good.

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She's A Runner - Part Eight

summary your relationship with billy has taken its largest step by far but in the grander scheme of things, that never seems to mean much. he leaves far too quickly after your first night together leaving you questioning his intentions. and now he's got questions about yours as well. in a last-ditch effort billy brings you over to his house to iron things out, but things go awry. will things ever go well for the two of you? or are you just as star-crossed as those teens shakespeare wrote about?

warnings references to past sexual assault, chronic abuse/homelife situation, cursing, trauma response behavior, angst, relationship drama, smut, fluff, problematic parents, whump, hurt/comfort

word count 5,309

note this one has been in drafts for quite some time but i hadn't been able to get it out until now due to my schedule and the school year. hope you guys enjoy it! Inspired by Billy Squier’s She’s A Runner

Part Six / Part Seven

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Billy didn't stay long, leaving shortly after you both had gotten dressed. He kissed you briefly before walking out the door with a fresh cigarette twirling between his fingers.

You slept poorly that night, tossing and turning before admitting defeat, your eyes glowering at the ceiling.

He left so fast... was that all he wanted? Is that all this is?

You groaned, knocking yourself thickly on the forehead with a fist. You shouldn't think like that.

"He's a man... that's all they ever want! They only ever want one thing!" Your mother's voice rang through your head.

What else are damaged goods, good for?

The thought sat bitterly at the front of your mind as you rolled to the other side of the mattress, roughly kneading the lump in your pillow.

He's gonna leave you. You're damaged. Unfixable. Used. Disgusting. ... Worthless.

When you arrived at school that morning, a lump formed in your throat when you saw Billy's car. It was stupid, really. You felt foolish but kept driving and parked by Allison Krupp's Volkswagen. How were you going to face him in class?

Entering the building, you headed to your locker hoping that Billy would be elsewhere.

"Hey," a familiar voice sounded, startling you, the book dropping from your hands. You whipped around to face him, your voice tense. "Hey... morning."

Billy looked at you suspiciously and then at the book on the floor. "You ok?" he asked, leaning down and getting it for you.

You nodded strongly, "Yeah, I'm good."

He wasn't convinced, his hand lingering over yours as he handed the book over. "You sure?" he pressed.

You took your book, placing it in your backpack, and shouldering it. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" you lied, a half-hearted smile creasing your lips.

He was about to answer when the bell rang. A wave of relief rushing through your features.

"Class," you stated dumbly, pointing at the ceiling before turning on your heels and walking away quickly. Billy stood a moment in the hall watching you, his brow wrinkling in worry before he followed you into the classroom.

Settling into your seats, you could feel his eyes on you, making you shiver. You pulled out your notebook, loudly flipping through the pages, attempting to distract yourself.

The whole period he kept looking over, with you catching him turning his head out of the corner of your eye. You didn't want to look at him. Didn't want him to read you like the ridiculous open book that you were. Your face would betray you if he caught you.

And you weren't ready for that.

Today was going to end badly, you were certain of it. But you would be damned if you helped yourself to that conclusion any faster than necessary.

The period bell rang and you skittered away, ignoring his calls after you.

"Y/N, hey! Where're you going!?"

The rest of the day was no better. You had barely started eating when Billy began walking toward you in the cafeteria at lunchtime. You panicked, picked up your tray, and prematurely dumped it before running to hide in the girl's bathroom.

He's gonna do it. You're such an idiot. He's gonna leave you.

When Chemistry finally came around, he caught you, seating himself in the lab chair next to yours. You peeked over at him but said nothing. You were boxed in. He finally had you.

"Wanna tell me what's going on?" he sniffed in irritation as you looked straight ahead. "Nothing." you lied quickly.

Sarah Lindsor waved at you as she came through the door, maybe she'd save you? Grabbing your bag, you rose from your seat to join her, but a hand wrapped around your wrist, locking you in place.

You looked back at him testily, before sinking back down into your chair. He leaned in, speaking barely above a whisper. "You're jerking me around, and I'm gonna find out why," he growled low, his hand dropping its hold on you.

You shivered, pulling your hand back into your lap. "You already know why..." you muttered under your breath as Ms. Decker began taking role.

It was suddenly becoming too much for you. The inevitable was right beside you and waiting. You couldn't take it any longer and snatched up your backpack, running from the room. The other students mumbled in disbelief looking at Billy suspiciously.

"Billy, what did you say to her?" Ms. Decker chastised him. He quickly followed you out the door, ignoring the teacher's call, "Billy, get back here!"

You hastily tossed open your locker and shoved what you needed into your backpack, peering around the metal door. Billy was watching you with keen eyes as he stomped down the hall towards you.

"I don't wanna talk about it," you warned, voice fracturing. "About what?" Billy pushed, his temper beginning to surface. He was close on your heels as you slammed your locker closed and tried to break for the school exits.

You had barely squeezed yourself through the first set of doors into the breezeway before he stopped you, wrapping you up in his arms. "Y/N stop running!" he huffed aggressively, his breath starting to shorten with all the games you'd been playing.

You froze in his arms, unable to fight, your brain too slow to process.

Run you, idiot! He's gonna do it! He's gonna say it! Fucking run!

You nearly buckled, your shoulders heaving as you began to sob in his hold. Tears poured from your eyes, as the weight of the day's stress finally surged through you; the levies failing. "It's over isn't it?"

Billy tensed up, "What?"

Flipping you over in his grasp, he turned you to face him, "What the hell're you talking about?" He asked, his voice thick with annoyance.

"It's over...!" you hiccuped, "That's what's going to happen, huh?" you sobbed.

Billy searched your face, "Are you fucking serious?" You couldn't tell if he was more hurt or angry with you at that moment.

"Because you left... and that's what happens," you reasoned, "it ends..."

"Jesus...," Billy moaned, "you're such an idiot sometimes," He shook you lightly by the arms, and you immediately snapped a glare up at him.

"Am not!" you retorted, fidgeting in his grasp, "You're gonna do it!" you accused him.

Billy rolled his eyes dramatically, letting go of you. He pushed passed you, walking out the school doors toward the parking lot. Pulling the cigarette carton from his jacket breast pocket, he tapped out one cancer stick and the lighter with it. Striking up, he took a deep inhale as you followed him out.

"I wasn't..." he stated, exhaling a thick plume of smoke. "Did you want me to?" He looked over at you with what seemed to be a brief specter of hesitation before quickly looking away.

You sniffled loudly, wiping your nose against the back of your sleeve, "No... but –!"

"Then I won't," he cut you short, walking towards the rows of cars. You exhaled fragilely, calm uneasily resettling over your frame as you followed behind him. "O-ok..." you reasoned, weakly. "I kinda overreacted, huh?"

Billy ignored the question as he unlocked the camaro, he was suddenly preoccupied with clearing out the backseat. Wondering if he was going to offer you a make-up session, he cut your thoughts short. "You should come over," he stated to the open air, taking another deep inhale, the taught irritation now waning from his voice.

"Really?" you brightened, a small smile growing on your lips. Billy nodded like it was nothing, tucking the cig between his lips as he rolled back his jacket sleeve to check the time, the end-of-day bell was ringing.

"Just come home with me," he added, nodding his head toward the camaro as you both watched your classmates pour out of the building.

"Billy I gotta get Petey home first..." you motioned towards your own car.

He rolled his eyes in annoyance, flipping the cuff of his jacket back over and fastening it. "Can't that brat walk?"

"Course he can," you said, folding your arms. "But the last time I made him walk, he ratted me out. I didn't hear the end of it for two whole months," you emphasized painfully.

He chewed on the filter in thought for a moment, "I'll pick you up then."

Coming to stand beside him, you wiped your eyes, the drying saline trails on your face beginning to itch. "Are you sure you don't just want to hang at mine? That's always easy," you offered.

"No," Billy shook his head, taking a deep drag, the cigarette growing short as he held up a new one to its dwindling embers for ignition. "B'sides. You're gonna need to get familiar with my bed at some point..." He looked over at you slyly, lips upturned with delight.

Your cheeks reddened, as the comment struck you. "Christ, Billy! It hasn't even been a week!" You gave him a light shove. Billy clicked his tongue with indifference, his shoulders shrugging off your weak assault. "So?"

You didn't have a good comeback, as you sheepishly rubbed your arm and dropped your eyes to your shoes. Billy chuckled triumphantly, "You wanna?" Your answer lodged itself in your throat as you looked up at him.

Max was zipping her way down the road toward the pair of you on her skateboard. Petey was not far off behind, some sort of bulky school project in his arms. You were sure you'd hear about it in just a few minutes' time. "Won't Max be home with you?" You asked bashfully.

Billy flicked his head with an uncaring shrug, "Maybe. She's been going with those loser friends of hers to the arcade a lot lately." Sliding a hand around your waist, he drew you in as each of your siblings approached. "You can always pretend she's not there..." he drawled, dipping his head down and kissing you.

"Gross!" Max and Petey spat in unison as they arrived.

You held the kiss two beats longer than it probably should have been, your stomach fluttering as he pulled away, blue eyes closely watching yours through heavy lashes. "I'll get you in half an hour," he concluded, kissing you once more to audible protests from both of your siblings.

"Y/N come on!" "Really Billy!?"

Parting ways, you drove home with Petey groaning all the way about the scars you had caused him. "My eyes! I'll never be able to unsee it!" he whined as you pulled into your driveway. You huffed, engaging the emergency brake and turning off the engine.

"For hell's sake Petey, will you give it a rest already? Not like I won't be suffering when you're sucking some girl's face off in another two years..." You moaned, the both of you getting out of the car.

Petey whipped his head around, a blush blooming across his freckled face. "That's never gonna happen!" he promised. "Yeah... right." you mused sarcastically, as you helped him pull the monstrosity of a box he brought home from the trunk of your car. The science fair was approaching, and Petey was going big on ambition this year.

Handing Petey your keys, you let him unlock the front door as you two brought everything inside. "Petes... what is all this stuff anyways?" you huffed, unloading the box onto the table, casually fishing a random cut of PVC pipe out. Your brother looked at you warily, "It's top secret..." he stated, snatching the plastic out of your hand. "Mr. Clarke is helping me. We're going to State this year," he concluded proudly as he arranged some of the disorganized pieces together.

"Uh... huh." You said with the blandest of interest. "Just don't let Mr. Clarke do all the heavy lifting." The doorbell rang before you could make an even snider comment, saving Petey's ego.

Opening the door, you smiled. Billy was casually waiting, leaning on the doorframe, an arm raised beside his head. "You ready?" he asked, charmingly. "Yeah," You nodded happily, calling over your shoulder, "Be back later, ok?!"

"Yeah, whatever," Petey dismissed loudly. Pulling the door behind you, you poked your head in one last time, before locking it. "Oh, and don't touch the Krazy Glue until I get back. Capiche?" You pointed a knowing finger at your brother. He threw his hands up in defeat, "Sheesh, alright! Leave already!"

Heading down the front steps, you headed for the camaro, Billy opening the passenger door for you. "What's your brother up to?" he asked casually, helping you into your seat. "It's some secret nerd scheme to get him to the State competitions of this year's science fair," you replied. Billy nodded, closing your door and coming around to his own.

"His solar-powered battery wasn't good enough last year to beat some girl from Terre Haute. So now he's out for blood..." you concluded, clicking your seatbelt. Billy laughed, "Is it really that serious?" You looked at him with mockingly wide eyes, "Are you questioning the importance of bragging rights and a huge-ass ribbon?" Billy chuckled, keying the ignition. "Really? Not even a cash prize?" You shook your head, "I think they might get a restaurant voucher or something... the real money's for the high schoolers. Scholarship stuff..."

Tossing an arm behind your headrest, he turned to look and backed down the driveway. Pausing to shift, Billy leaned in and stole a kiss.

The drive was short and sweet. Billy had a cassette in, the volume cranked high, and the windows rolled down as you made the five-block ride to his house. You had the sense he didn't want to talk, his grip on the steering wheel was tight.

Pulling in front of 4819 Cherry Lane, Billy killed the engine.

His gaze was fixed on the front door as he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, lost in thought. "Is everything alright?" you asked, watching him curiously from your seat.

He looked over at you hesitantly, "Yeah, why?" he nodded, before getting out of the car. "I dunno," you reasoned, exiting and following him from the curb to the front porch.

His hands fumbled with the keys, trying to find the correct one as he cursed under his breath. The key stuck, unbudging in the keyhole, jamming up. Rocking back and forth on your heels, you busied yourself looking out at the hushed street, not wanting to breathe down his neck.

The deadbolt clicked out of place, a relieved mumble of "finally," leaving him as Billy opened the front door. Holding it wide for you, he stood aside. "Welcome to my hacienda..." he said in a sarcastic tone.

Stepping over the threshold, you smiled politely. "Thanks." Your eyes wandered over the simple furniture in the living room as he shut the door behind you. The room contained a large, grey corduroy sofa set against the left wall. Along the house's front wall was a pair of matching pink pinstriped armchairs, an end table in between them, and a cream-pink lamp on its top. The tropical-print curtains and the green-painted brick fireplace depicted the whole room as one large, clashing, still-life picture.

"Gimme a sec," Billy said, leaving you by the door as he walked off toward what appeared to be the dining room, disappearing. Reappearing briefly, he crossed from one end of the back room to the other, looking out the window. "Billy?" You called.

"Yeah." He answered, coming back through the house to you. "What?" He was acting strangely, his shoulders tense. His eyes weren't on you. They were unfocused, flitting from one part of the house to the next every few seconds.

Rubbing his hands up the lengths of your arms, he gave you a hard-pressed smile. "You wanna take off your jacket?" he asked. You arched an eyebrow, "Billy." He looked at you awkwardly, leaning in, he kissed your jaw. Trailing his lips across your cheek, he encased your lips with his.

"Bi-mmy!" you mumbled in protest. "Mhm?" Billy asked, slyness slipping into his tone. Your mind was blanking on what you were trying to ask.

"What? What is it?" Billy asked, nipping at your lower lip goading you. You whined as he pulled away, your eyelids heavy as your gaze locked on his. "I... Are you...?" Billy chuckled as you stumbled over your words.

Licking his lips, he watched your lust-blown expression. "You got it bad... Real bad," he teased you, thumb swiping across your lip as he cupped your face in his hand. You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch.

"You want me, Baby?" He asked, stroking your cheek. You nodded, breathing deep, as a shiver ran down your spine. You wanted him. All of him, that very second. "How bad?" he asked.

You looked up at him, blue eyes staring at yours. Watching. You didn't answer, already beginning to lose yourself. Billy's hand gripped you lightly by the cheeks, shaking you. "How badly, Baby?" He laughed, watching your eyes widen in surprise and resettle as you came back down to earth.

"Reawwy bad," you puffed out between pinched cheeks. Loosening his grip, his hand lowered off your face, lingering around your collarbone, his index and forefinger tickling at your skin. He eyed you up and down, pausing before locking eyes with you again.

"Wanna fuck me?" he flirted, lips parted in anticipation. You nodded thickly as Billy cocked an eyebrow. "Say it like y-" You cut him off, lunging and kissing him roughly. He responded, shoving you against the front door with a loud thud. His grip was fixed snugly around your neck as his other hand drew you in by the waist.

Your fingers dug into him, nails tugging harshly at his cotton-clad torso, making the threads creak. Billy groaned out a loud moan of appreciation. You wanted him and he knew it. It felt damn good to be wanted as his hand pulled you by the neck deeper into the kiss.

He was rutting against you, his hips grinding in evenly-paced undulations. Rising and falling. Opposite in rhythm to the hurried breaths between wrestled kisses, driving up the desire in both your bellies. His tongue bullied its way into your mouth, tasting every proclaimed whimper you had. His deft hands crawled beneath your shirt, exposing soft skin to the open air as he continued this assault. Your jaw was beginning to tire, but you weren't about to give up when you knew this was only the beginning.

"Billy?!"

The sound of a door opening near the back of the house brought everything to a screeching halt. Billy reflexively took his hands off you, immediately taking a full step back.

"Billy, where the hell are you?! Are you deaf?" The man's voice grew louder as he entered further into the house. Gruff and demanding.

You peered around Billy's shoulder, the man's shadow beginning to form across the wood floor.

"Dammit Billy, I know you're home!"

Billy shoved you back in front of him, blocking your view. "Just a minute!" Billy shouted. His posture was rigid, stiffer than a board. You were about to speak when he cut you off, his hand over your mouth. "Outside. I'll meet you at the car," he whispered harshly.

Stepping backward with you in his hold, Billy wrenched the front door open and pushed you out. "But -!" You protested. "Wait by the car!" He urged, before walking out of sight back into the house.

You hurried out to the camaro. You didn't like this. Something about the way Billy looked seemed off. The way he had been acting since he brought you over seemed odd. You really didn't like this. But Billy told you to wait, and you didn't want to make him mad.

So you waited.

And you waited.

You swore you'd been waiting ten minutes. The front door was ajar, but Billy still wasn't coming. This didn't feel right.

Looking around at the quiet neighborhood, you weighed your options.

He said wait by the car. I know, I know, I know! But something's wrong! I can feel it!

Stamping your foot, you made your decision.

Dammit, let him be mad at me.

Approaching the house, noises hit your ears. Three thuds and the muffled sound of an argument. You froze, a cold chill running down your spine. Something was wrong.

As you crept up the steps, the man's voice leeched out onto the porch. Your heart was pounding. Thundering so strongly that your skin was rippling with each rapid beat.

"Think you run this house? Huh?!" The man demanded. "Dad, I though-" Billy pled. He let out a choked yelp, falling quiet as he hit the floor.

Peering in, you pushed the door open, tears catching at the corners of your eyes.

Billy was crouched against the wall opposite the front door. He was attempting to pull in on himself, his arms covering his face. Above him, the man stood, belt clenched in his fist.

Your eyes widened in sheer panic as the man's arm drew back, belt raised high. You crossed the threshold without thinking.

"You never think Billy, you just do. Stupid things. All the time." He spat.

The belt was coming down. Billy ducked his head, wrapping his arms around himself as best he could.

CRASH!

The belt and the man dropped to the floor in a sudden collapse.

Billy looked up, his tear-stained face meeting yours in absolute shock. The silence in the room was deafening as you stared at one another.

Breathless, your shoulders heaving, you dropped the shattered remnants of the lamp. Petal-pink ceramic shattered all over the floor.

Billy was trembling as he pushed himself to stand against the wall. "We... we gotta get the fuck outta here." His voice was trembling. You didn't answer, your gaze on the man splayed out on the floor. A large wound on his head was steadily weeping, dripping onto the floor.

Billy grabbed you roughly by the shoulder, making you wince. "Y/N?!" You looked up at him, speechless. How could you even say anything?

Billy went to grab your hand, and you grimaced, pulling back. Grabbing your hand, he looked at your right palm, a lengthy gash spanned the length of your hand. "Fucking Christ," Billy cursed, leaving the room.

Returning, he shoved a white undershirt into your grasp. "Here. We gotta go," he pressed, wrapping a hand around your wrist and pulling you out the front door.

He dragged you down the sidewalk and nearly threw you into the car as he started the engine and flew off down the street. Wrapping the shirt around your hand, you half-hazardly buckled yourself in as Billy made a sharp turn out of the neighborhood, the tires screeching burnt rubber thick in the air.

The camaro's engine revved, doubling down as it picked up speed. The world outside was blurring by too fast. "Billy," you looked over at him cautiously. His gaze was glassy and unfocused, his mouth set in a hard line, his face unreadable. He took another sharp turn. He was driving so fast you couldn't tell where you were.

"Billy, slow down, you're scaring me," your voice sounded distant and quiet. Not like yours at all. Billy's grip on the wheel tightened, his knuckles were turning white. His brows knitted together as he inhaled deeply, "Why the hell did you do that?" His voice was biting, a sharp cutting slice through the camaro's silent atmosphere. "Billy, please...," you pled as your hand gripped the door's handle, "slow down."

The camaro lurched as Billy's foot pushed the accelerator to the floor, the car straining to accommodate. "Tell me..." he warned, his voice was flat and uncaring. He wouldn't look at you, as he wrenched the steering wheel harshly. "Billy, please! You're scaring me!" His face was red, eyes tear-stained, as he sniffed back a sob and made a hairpin turn off the paved roads of Hawkins towards the Quarry. "WHY!?!" he barked. You jumped, tears were forming in your eyes.

The car veered onto the road's shoulder as he glared down on you, demanding your answer. "Jesus, Billy! Watch the road!" You begged, grabbing onto the steering wheel, and pushing it in the opposite direction. Billy swatted your hands away, swerving the car to correct, the camaro jumping as it hit a wallow in the gravel road. "–I ...." you swallowed, your heart was pounding so loudly you could hear it. "I couldn't just let him do that to you!" you concluded. Billy downshifted, missing the turnoff and sending the car into a spin. "Not your fuckin' business," he spat at you, as he overcorrected fishtailing onto the road up the Quarry bend.

You looked at him with wide eyes, "Billy he could've killed you!" Billy lolled his head over to look at you, before tossing his head back laughing maniacally. It was horrendous and obnoxious. "Billy, this is serious!" you pressed. He fixed his eyes back on the road, "Yah?" He mocked, "Well maybe he should've this time." Tears were falling from your eyes at this point. Did Billy really believe that? That just wasn't possible in your mind.

"Don't say that!" your voice was quivering in emotion. "I don't want your fucking pity Y/N," Billy ground out. You couldn't believe what your ears were hearing. Your own temper was rising. Emotions flooded through every pore of your being. "It's not pity," you bit back. "The fuck it's not," Billy replied.

"It's cuz I love you, jackass!" you yelled, your foot kicking the floorboard in frustration. "Stop the damn car! You're gonna kill us!" He slammed the brakes, both of you lurching forward and straining against your seatbelts. Crossing your arms, you turned away from him sniffling. You didn't catch the astonished look on his face. The way it melted through the tension in his body and settled deep into his chest as he looked at you. He was truly shocked.

"Take me home," you mumbled at the door after a long silence. Billy said nothing but started the engine.

The drive was wordless, only interrupted when Billy occasionally cleared his throat or you sniffed as the tears dried. Pulling up to your house, you sat up straight. Both you and Billy swore. "Shit."

Your mother was in the driveway, staring at you.

Slamming shut the passenger door to her station wagon, she pointed at you and then pointed at the ground. Her voice was muffled by the distance but her mouth made the words clear. "Get out here. Now." You and Billy looked at each other solemnly. "You should go," Billy stated. You looked at your mother's waiting face, "just give me a minute ok? Don't go anywhere?" Billy raised an eyebrow, "Why?" You squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Just, please?" He looked at your mother, and then at you before nodding. "Ok."

Getting out of the camaro, you walked up the driveway to your mother, your head dipped low. "Hey, mom." She didn't even greet you, "Y/N, what did I say about that boy?" You looked up at her from the corner of your eye, hands behind your back. "Mom... I –" She cut you off, pointing a finger at the camaro, "I told you I never wanted to see that boy at this house ever again." "Mom! I told you he's not like that!" arguing back you gestured, forgetting about your hand. Your mother noticed right away, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling your hand to eye level. The undershirt had stained through. "What is this?" your mother asked, waving your hand limply in front of your face. "Is this what he's getting you into?" "Mom it's complicated," you argued. "No, he didn't!" you pushed back, trying to pry yourself away.

She was dragging you up the driveway, "Not another word. Inside." You dug your heels into the concrete, "Mom it wasn't him!" you begged, "Please, he needs help! Someone hurt him!" Your mother stopped, looking you hard in the eyes. "I was trying to stop them, Mom! I promise it wasn't him!" your voice cracked. "Please!"

She studied your face, then looked out at the camaro. "You sure?" You nodded furiously. "He'd never hurt me, Mom, please he needs help!" Your mother gave a deep resounding sigh. "Alright, bring him inside I'll see what I can do." She let you go and walked into the house.

You quickly ran down the driveway to the camaro, Billy's hand was on the ignition as you tapped on the window. Rolling down the window he looked at you hesitantly, "I should go," he stated, avoiding your eyes. You scoffed, "Billy where the hell're you gonna go?" He shifted his shoulders in a non-committal shrug, "–'ll figure something out. Always do." You reached into the car for the keys, falling halfway inside. "What the hell're you doing?!" Billy looked at you with amused bewilderment. "Get out of the car," you grunted, propping yourself upright, "you're staying here tonight." "She's gonna let me stay?" Billy asked. You started wiggling yourself back out of the window, "I'm gonna make her let you stay," you stated with conviction. Billy snorted, "Ok." "Now get out and come inside."

Coming into the house, your mother immediately seized Billy and hauled him to the bathroom. You sat on the living room couch, fiddling with the undershirt over your injured hand while you waited. You couldn't hear what was being said upstairs, but you could definitely tell that your mother was doing most of the talking. After a while, Billy finally came downstairs and quietly sat on the couch as your mother beckoned you to come up.

Shutting the bathroom door behind you, she cornered you against the counter. "I don't like this Y/N," your mother warned you as she grabbed your injured hand and began unwrapping your makeshift bandage. You winced as she plucked the fabric free from your palm and ripped open the drying wound. You gritted your teeth as the searing cold sting of rubbing alcohol washed over your hand, clouding your head. "I'm ok, Mom," you mumbled weakly. Your mother gently placed a medicated gauze pad on your palm as she started wrapping your hand. "Y/N... you need to stop seeing this boy." You looked at your mother with watery eyes, "I can't, Mom, I love him too much." Your mother's lip quivered, shifting from a stern expression to a sympathetic pout. "Honey, he's only going to hurt you in the end," she reasoned.

You shook your head, "He won't. I know it."

"I want you to be safe." "I am, Mom. I am."

You both returned downstairs, Billy standing as you came to rest by his side. "One night," your mother stated, pointing at the pair of you, "And absolutely no funny business you hear me?" You both agreed in unison under her accusatory gaze. "School in the morning. No excuses." You nodded and gave your mother a hug, following her to the front door. Before getting in her car, she yelled, "behave!" You nodded and waved from the doorway until she drove out of sight. Shutting the door, you leaned up against it and looked at Billy.

"What did my mom say to you?" you asked. Billy tilted his head thoughtfully and answered, "She said she'd cut my dick off if I ever touched you." Your face dropped into a concerned frown as his perked into a delighted smirk. "Billy, that's not funny," you chastised him. Prowling across the space, Billy closed the gap between you, "It is." "No, it isn't!" you whined, shoving on his shoulder as he boxed you in.

Leaning in, he tucked your hair behind your ear, "So.... what're we gonna do tonight?" Your face flushed as his hot breath washed over your skin. "Uh, movie night?" you asked coyly.

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Stranger Things Reading List (Series/One-Shots) - II

I made a list of currently reading and recommended Stranger Things fanfics here on Tumblr. All were beautifully written by amazing writers. These writers are incredible and full of brilliant ideas, so please visit their blogs and check all of their works. Happy reading! Don’t forget to comment and reblog their works. You may also reblog this list to share with everyone/blog mutuals. Thank you! (For 18+, MDNI)

Reading List - Part I (Full) 

Series

Steve Harrington

* Cigarettes & Dior | 2 | 3 | 4 by @mysyerious * Reticent by @natashasfilms * Almost Paradise by @hawkinsindiana * Read Into Me by @thephantomofthe-internet * Your Good Will by @har-rison-s * A Baby Changes Everything | 2 | 3 by @mystic-shadows42 * Dazed And Confused by @inkandpen22 * Regular Customer by @ally-holmes * Should I Stay or Should I Go? by @theladybarnes * Girl You Got Me Goin’ | 2 by @1986harrington

Eddie Munson

* Date Night | 1.5 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 by @onethewrongsideofheaven * Eddie Munson Series/One-Shots by @rainylana * An Electric Connection by @inkandpen22 * Promises, Promises by @masterofmunson * When Reality Blurs by @thatonecurlygirl * Sunday Bloody Sunday by @mrdcks-spaghetti * Love And Dares by @shiorinotshiori * Love Letters by @creme-bruhlee * World’s Apart by @munsons-maiden * Tis The Damn Season by @renegadesfics * Crimson & Clover by @breakthechainx  * Super Freak Series by @punk-in-docs * The Other Woman | 2 | 3 | 4 by @dinodinodin0 * This Is Wrong by @eddieslittleprincess * The Pain Of Letting You Go by @strangermarvelss * Wish You Were Here by @pinkrelish 

Billy Hargrove

* Flash Dance by @unmistakablyunknown * Beautiful | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | ED by @justsomerandomfanfic * Going Under | 2 | 3 by @bvckybanres

One-Shots / Short Series

Steve Harrington

* When You’re Ready by @forever-rogue * Speed Of Sound | 2 | 3 by @lovrily * August by @peeterparkr * Super Freak by @once-upon-an-imagine * The Bleak Midspring by @theauthorunicorn * Moral Of The Story by @refiwrites * With Someone To Escape Like A Flower In The Dark by @indouloureux * The One by @maelialuv * Oops, I Love You S. H. by @earthgirl616 * Out Of Love by @maxmybeloved * Don’t Wanna Fall In Love by @lurkymurker * Family Video by @steddie-thirst * Class Buddy by @s-brant  * Friday, I’m In Love by @gogobootz1 * Secret Admirer by @nervousgardenerkid * Autumn Brings Change by @wonderbreadbucky * Walking On A String by @ker0senebunny * Promise? To Leave The Window Cracked Open by @bimrwolf * Chamomile & Lemonade by @curiositydooropened * Untitled by @forever-rogue * Babe, Baby, Beautiful by @underoossss  * Calm by @underoossss  * 3 Inch Minimum by @thisishellfire * Summer Lovin’  by @faeology * Secret’s Out by @ladyfallonavenger * Set It Up by @lurkymurker * Just One Kiss | 2 by @overlydramaticinephile * Quiet Down by @creelteeth  * The Book by @tooearlyforthis  * Next Time? by @bimrwolf * Hope You Looked At Me Then by @keeryshouse  * August by @lurkymurker * Lacking Trust by @retrodreamgirl * Last Christmas by @thisismynerdyself * Secrets and Choices by @ladyfallonavenger * I Was Never There by @lemondropsteve * Meet Me Behind The Mall by @ker0senebunny * Chateau by @hellfirewhores * All The Times She Tried To Tell Him by @grantspectortrash

Eddie Munson

* She’s Trouble by @wroteclassicaly * Movie Night | 2 by @cacoetheswriting * One Sided Love by @peyton34 * Did It Mean Anything? by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms * Dancing On Our Own by @skyfall8600 * Explanation And Excuses | 2 by @beautifullypoetic * Why Not Me Munson? by @hxneyeyes * Follow Your Dreams, They Know The Way by @seidenbros * You’re The Reason by @eddiemunsonswhxre * Make A Deal by @oceanjoon * Friends Without Benefits @prettypiscesgal * It’s Impossible to Ignore You | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 by @florestmoon * Movie Stars by @ddejavvu  * The Guessing Game by @desireav * Is Something Wrong With Me? @djarintreble * Let Me Get What I Want by @eddiemunsonluvrs * Total Mystery @marvelsswansong * Four Times Eddie Munson Kissed You by @eufezco * Dead Channels by @robiin-buckley * Ramble On by @word-wytch * Out Loud | 2  by @iheartyouyou   * A Permanent Confession by @munsongalblogs * We Don’t Talk Anymore  by @gray-skiess * Enough For You by @tbrxnnan * Trick? Or Treat? by @punk-in-docs * Nothing New by @sunflowergirl522  * Eye Contact by @hard-candy-writing * Fool The Freaks Day by @edddimun * All Too Well by @tesstuffsblog * Who Do You Love? by @imaginestuffs  * Say That You Miss Me by @ellesgreenaway * Second Choice by @jadeylovesmarvelxo * For Reasons Unknown by @cacoetheswriting * I’m Not In Love | 2 by @gwndolnfrankln * Hoping I’ll Find [Glimpse Of Us] by @inknopewetrust * These Days by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord * Call You Mine @queenimmadolla * Hope You’re Okay by @tbrxnnan * Angel by @eagerbby * Until The Chaos Is Through by @outerspacebisexual * An Encounter by @eagerbby * Made For Lovin’ You by @xechowritesx​

Billy Hargrove

* Bruises by @strangerluvrr * I Missed Hating You * Hesitation | 2 by @fan-fantasies * Rough Boy by @screwtoddstevesherdaddynow * Angel Eyes, Devil Smile by @hellfirewhores * Not Parent Friendly | 2 | 3 by @dckweed 

Jonathan Byers

* Unexpected by @iovesteveharrington * Sweat Filled Hand Holding by @dysfunctionalaliens * You’re Being Mean by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms * No The Fuck You Don’t by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms * Out Of My League by @kierasthoughtdump * Separated by @wisteriaah

Mixed Masterlist

* Hayley’s CD by @daily-hayley568 * Compilation of Stranger Things Fics by @mrs-barnes-library

Note: Will add more

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𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You were a good kid, but everyone slipped. Everyone had their breaking points. You happened to reach yours a little earlier than others, and when you dealt with your problems? You were all or nothing.

So it's no surprise when you find yourself spending the night in a local jail cell (again).

The surprise comes when you have a neighbor - the new California kid. He's cocky and smug and arrogant, but when you're stuck with only each other for company overnight, you find yourself warming up to him.

𝐀/𝐍: This is also on my AO3 if you prefer to read over there, usernameisunderconstruction! For now this is only a one-shot, but I'm totally open to a part 2 (or 3, or 4) if you would like, I absolutely adore writing for stranger things!

Blue eyes stared into your own with a certain intensity you weren't sure you'd find replicated anywhere else. The dim lighting shadowed his face from across the room, keeping them hidden in the darkness. It was the kind of blue that looked like ice at times, the kind that took your breath away for just a second while you comprehended how someone's eyes could tell so many stories with just one gaze. His pupil's stood out, like a small dark boat rocking in a sea of blue waves.

You tore your eyes from his, shifting uncomfortably from the scrutiny. One leg crossed over the other, and your wet jeans chaffed your thighs, almost painfully. Instead of responding to his careful gaze, you set your sights on the Hawkins Police Station water cooler. You watched the bubbles rise in it whenever someone poured themselves a small Styrofoam cup of water that no doubt tasted like chlorine and bad memories of the deep end in a swimming pool.

The chair you sat upon wasn't comfortable. It was made of the kind of fabric that itches you even through your clothing - itches you just by looking at it the wrong way. The back was rigid and dug into your soft flesh, rubbing painfully against your spine. Your head lulled back to meet the wall with a gentle 'thud'. A few heads turned to look your way, to gawk at the girl in handcuffs.

To say that his head had turned would be to tell a lie - it had never left you. You were sure of that when you lowered your chin and set your gaze upon him again. He looked your age, and just like you his wrists were decorated with silver handcuffs. You sat at different sides of the room, two police officers at their desks separated you. If they hadn't had been there you would have (very rudely) snarled at him, asking what he was looking at. You couldn't though, not without making more trouble for yourself, so instead the carpet became the next best thing to focus on.

Swirling brown patterns, with some grey sprinkled in here and there just to spice things up a little. God knew nothing else left the police station on it's toes.

One of the officers hung up the phone, a shrill noise that echoed throughout the small room. His face turned up to meet your own with an oddly sympathetic smile. "He's not coming tonight Y/n. You'll have to wait until morning."

You wanted to scoff and take out the frustration and the anger on the officer, but he'd done nothing wrong. Instead you bit the inside of your cheek and swallowed deeply, taking the sour taste of expected disappointment down to your stomach. "It's fine Officer Powell."

Another tight smile graced his features. Officer Powell was kind. He saw how easily a broken man could break his family. You weren't a bad kid. You weren't a stupid youth. You certainly weren't going through a phase. You were living the only way you'd ever been taught, and old habits died hard. "Can I get you anything before you go into the cell? You want some water? Microwave dinner?"

The overly-dramatic disgusted face he made at his last suggestion made you laugh, but you shook your head. "No. I would like to apologize though."

One of his eyebrows rose pointedly, as though he'd been waiting for this moment. "For?"

You sighed. You had a big ego, and your pride was suffocating, but recently you'd made an effort to step back. You would let yourself be wrong at times and admit to your mistakes.

"I'm sorry for stealing your nephews bike." You mumble quietly, lowering your head to concentrate on your fidgeting hands.

"To?"

"To run away from you and glasses over there." You say, lifting your eyes to meet his partner with a teasing glare.

Officer Powell shook his head, his hand coming up to meet the bridge of his nose. "And why did you try to run from us?"

"I'm not apologizing for that." You say with a small snicker, vaguely aware of those curious eyes still watching your every movement - not that there were many to watch while you were in handcuffs. "I would slash his tires again if I could. I'd just choose a different bike to escape on." You add as an afterthought to appease the cop.

He looks like he's given up on you as he stands up and makes his way towards you. "See, the problem is that they weren't his tires. They were daddy's tires."

"Well is anyone surprised by that?" You ask with a small chuckle as the officer pulls you to your feet, your hands hanging uselessly in front of you.

"You're just lucky they don't want to press charges."

You breathe out a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding. Your father would still be pissed, he just wouldn't be as pissed. There was no more conversation between the two of you as he led you across the hallways and into a more segregated room, that one that as home to the overnight holding cells.

You'd spent one too many nights in these bad boys, so there was nothing new to remark when he unlocked your handcuffs and then slid the iron bars shut behind you. It was a ritual, a routine. You knew it well. Mindlessly you made your way to the small bed.

You almost had to pee, but you'd also never peed once in these toilets, nor would you ever. Pulling your pants down in here would be enough to give you an STD, let alone actually placing bare skin against the metal bowl.

The bed groaned beneath your weight as your head hit the pillow. It was a recipe for nits and bedbugs but you were tired. It'd been a long day. It started normally, of course - breakfast with your father. He wasn't a bad man, he made plenty of effort with you, effort that you were grateful for, he was just still learning. The small meals you shared in the morning were always filled with almost awkward small talk, neither of you were willing to let the silence go on for too long. You'd find silly questions to ask and tell bad jokes to keep the conversation going, as would he. It was the only way he could tell you he loved you, like it was the only way you could tell him.

After breakfast you would drive to school. You loved your car, and you certainly loved to drive it as well. Sometimes you'd take the long way, even though it would take more fuel, just to keep listening to the rumble of the engine a little longer. Heads would turn, and you always felt like a juvenile boy when you revved your engine just to feel a little more powerful.

Heads would continue to turn when you pulled into your schools parking lot. The '68 Charger was a sight to see, and it was your most prized possession. Gifted to you by an uncle, you took the utmost care of your car, inside and out. Once you stepped out though, the attention would be gone. You were invisible again. The girl who had a cool car, but no one really cared enough about to speak to. You had your friends of course, great friends in fact, they were just scattered few and far between.

Only this morning it was different. The curious eyes didn't leave you as you trudged through the muddy parking lot. Heads didn't turn back to their conversations, and instead followed you carefully as you kept your eyes trained on the sludge beneath you. Pushing open the door, you stepped inside and followed the familiar path to your locker. Nancy stood there waiting, an anxious look on her face.

"You ok?" You had asked her, furrowing your brows. Nancy often looked timid or nervous, but today it was worse. Bags were under her eyes, her hands didn't leave the hem of her shirt, and most importantly she didn't stop looking at you like you were about to break.

"Are you ok?" She asked, counteracting your question.

"I'm fine Nance." You shrugged her off as you threw your belongings into your locker. "Have you seen Terry this morning?"

Her face fell and she nodded. "Yeah he's been around."

"Ok, seriously." You shut the locker door and turned to look at your closest friend. It used to be the two of you plus Barb, but her disappearance left the two of you together, brought you even closer in fact. "What's going on? You can tell me anything, you know that right?"

A deep sigh left her lips. "I know, I know. And I think it's best that I tell you before anyone else does."

"Tells me what?" You furrowed your brows. Now you were really confused.

"Look Y/n, don't freak out. Don't go slashing tires or egging houses." She warned with a low voice. "And remember that only idiots fall for this kind of stuff."

"Just tell me." You begged.

"Terry's been going around telling everyone about last night."

"What do you mean last night?" You asked. "Nothing happened last night."

A group of girls walked past at that moment, all giving you a disgusted side-eye.

"That's not what Terry's saying." Nancy said softly. "He's telling people you went back to his house and... you know."

You scoffed. "No! God no! Not with Terry. Jesus I saw the movie with him because he was a friend of Steve's and I didn't want things to be weird. And so what if I did? The entire school doesn't need to look at me like I have two heads." You rolled your eyes. Plenty of girls were having sex. You didn't understand why you, the one who was invisible, sleeping with Terry Evans would be such a big deal.

"It's not just that." She shook her head. If possible she looked even more scared. Sucking it up, she took a deep breath and blurted the words that stole any ounce of composure you had left inside of you. "Terry is telling everyone you let him do anal."

A loud gasp left your mouth. Really? Of all the things he could lie about, he chose this! Another group of girls gave you a disgusted look and you rolled your eyes before calling out after them. "I didn't do it!"

The sped up and walked even further away from you before erupting into giggles. You swallowed your anger. He was unbelievable. He was a boy. An immature, childish excuse for a seventeen year old - and you were gonna get him back.

Unfortunately, getting him back resulted in spending a night in jail.

Your head automatically lifted off the pillow at the sound of sliding metal. You had a neighbor, lovely.

Your eyes watched curiously as he copied your earlier actions, casting a wry glance at the toilet before slumping onto the mattress. It was the man from earlier, the nosy one with the piercing blue eyes. His face was framed by a blonde mullet. You didn't typically like the hairstyle, but he was able to pull it off with his tanned skin and sculpted facial features. As you continued to inspect said facial features, you noticed a stitched up wound, just above his brow, and a blooming bruise that danced around his brow bone, all the way down to his cheek bone. It wasn't the bruise that graced his skin either, nor was the cut the only laceration.

"You want a closer look?" His icy voice cut through the cells, making you shiver. It was more out of surprise then anything. He sounded irritated, but who was he to complain?

"Fair's fair. You wouldn't stop staring either." You kept your words sharp and short. Men were really testing your patience today, and you were not going to let the stranger be the one to drive you to your breaking point.

"I was just curious." He said with an innocent shrug. "You don't seem like the type to take it up the-"

"That's because I didn't!" You burst out, perhaps a little more dramatic than necessary. He looked more amused than anything, and it made your blood boil.

"That's not what your precious Terry is saying."

You scoffed. "My precious Terry? Open your eyes. The kids a douche and so are you."

Your annoyance elicited a small laugh from him, which only served to annoy you even more. "What's so funny? My ruined reputation?"

He sobered up at that and pushed himself to his elbows. His head turned and those bright blue eyes met yours again. "I think it's funny that people actually believe Terry could convince a girl to not only do him, but to do it in the ass with him."

His response is unexpected, and a small chuckle escaped your lips. You quickly caught it, closing your mouth. He was still an asshole, but you'd be open to badmouthing Terry with him. "So how is it that I have no idea who you are, and yet you seem to have already been told about my sex life?" You ask, curious.

Hawkins was a small town, and the school was even smaller. Surely you'd have known about this guy by now if he was already fair game to hear all the nasty gossip and rumors.

"Just moved here. First day of school." He explained, seemingly tired of telling people this. "I got there late, so you'd probably already stormed off by then."

A pink tinge colored your cheeks at his words. It was true, after Nancy had told you, you'd thanked her and left. You couldn't go back home - your father would've murdered you for ditching, so you parked your car in an empty street by the side of the woods and stared at your cars steering wheel for a few hours. You had been angry, and the music you blasted through the stereo had proved that.

The little side street was where you'd formulated your genius plan to go back to his house and slash the Porsche's tires. How could you have known it was his fathers? He drove it everywhere, and he was spoiled by his parents. You assumed he had gotten a lift with Steve and left it at home. Clearly, that was not the case, and you had narrowly avoided the charges to prove it.

"Well would you have stuck around if people were saying that stuff about you?" You asked. He looked as though he contemplated it for a while before he shook his head.

"I probably would've ditched either way to be honest."

You chuckled slightly. "How'd you end up here? It's your first day, I thought you would've run home to tell your family about it." You joked, but his face hardened.

"First of all, I don't run. I drive." He holds up a finger to make his point and you make an overly-dramatic impressed face. "Secondly, no. They're barely a family, and I'm not telling them shit."

"Okay teen angst." You say, holding your hands up. You couldn't blame him, you were the same way with your dad. Your relationship didn't extend past small talk around the breakfast table, a boundary both of you respected and were grateful for. "You still didn't tell me what you did."

"Got into a fight." He shrugged carelessly, as though it were nothing.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. You weren't in the mood to deal with more men who got their satisfaction from beating each other to a pulp, but if you were stuck here with him for the night you'd probably have to. You don't bother asking who with, chances were you'd hear all about it tomorrow.

"Did you at least win?"

A proud smirk snaked across his face as he nodded. "It was too easy."

His cocky nature was starting to shine through, and the icy wall was starting to melt. He was a good looking guy, and he was clearly aware of it with the way he carried himself and dressed. Normally arrogance was a turn off for you, but it hadn't stopped you with Terry, so you'd be damned if you let it stop you now.

"You never told me your name." You remarked after a few moments of silence. A deep pause followed it.

"Billy. Billy Hargrove."

"Well Billy Hargrove," you drew out the name, testing it on your tongue. "My name's Y/n."

"Pretty." He hummed. Another deep silence settled.

You took the opportunity to study his face again. He was intently gazing through the bars in front of him as he sat up on the bed, back leaning against the painted brick wall. His knees were drawn up, near his chest, and his hands hung nonchalantly over them. He was posed like someone out of a magazine, only the people in magazines didn't usually have black eyes and cut lips. Curiosity got the best of you as you relented with yourself and asked the question.

"So who'd you fight with?"

His head turned to meet yours and his tongue darted out to trace his lips, almost nervously, before he spoke. "My father."

You fought to keep your expression neutral. You knew what it was like, your older brothers and your father had fought all the time. Mostly they were verbal, but when they reached their peaks objects would be pelted across the room, or a hit would be thrown. Usually once the physical violence started one of them would have the sense to separate - you'd never seen your father leave the bruises on your brother that Billy's had left on him.

"Are you ok?" You asked quietly, unsure of how to proceed.

You could see into his eyes that he wanted to lie, to tell you that he was fine and didn't need anyone, a stranger nonetheless worrying over him. It was his right to after all. You had only just met the kid, and given your current location you didn't exactly look like a trustworthy saint. Still though, he managed to surprise you. A heavy sigh left his lips as his head fell forward to his arms. His hair swayed as he shook his head 'no', and you froze.

You were unsure of what to do. Every single time you asked anyone how they were doing, the answer was always 'good'. Never 'bad'. You weren't trained to handle this. Where was the manual on human emotion?

"You wanna talk about it?" You asked tentatively after you mulled over your options - there hadn't been many. Your other two had been an awkward silence for the rest of the night, or abruptly changing the topic. All three of them had one thing in common though, and it was that school was going to be incredibly awkward, or incredibly good tomorrow, and there would be no in-between.

"Not really." He shook his head again. As terrible as this was going to sound, you were almost glad he had said that. You weren't well-equipped to help him from a jail cell, nor were you ever the friend people went to for help. Nancy was the sympathetic one, the one who always knew what to do and say, and how to help. You merely stood behind her nodding enthusiastically and backing up her every word. You wished she were here now, but just like Billy, you were alone.

On the other hand, there was something about this kid. Something about his eyes and his handsome face, something enthralling about the mystery that surrounded him, and how refreshing it was to see a new face in Hawkins. You were curious, no doubt, and a little part of you wanted to be that girl. The one who knew more about him than anyone else for just a split second, before all of the other skanky girls at your school could throw themselves at him.

Not that you could judge, you'd been there before too. This time you wanted something different though. You shut down your thoughts before you could get too carried away. For a start, you barely knew him. You were far too impulsive, and you couldn't make decisions like this within minutes of meeting someone. Secondly, as much as you'd like to believe he was a nice guy - he wasn't. He was in jail. You were too of course, but he was still in jail, and after Terry you desperately needed a nice guy, or simply no guy at all.

"So tell me about this Terry douche." Billy spoke up, changing the subject. You panicked for a moment, thinking he'd read your mind, but that was ridiculous. Tele-anything wasn't real - everyone knew that.

You chuckled under your breath though, secretly glad he'd asked. You couldn't exactly classify Terry as an ex, but you were still eager to shove his reputation down the drain the same way he'd done with yours.

"He's a total ass-wipe." You start, throwing your head back against the wall to stare at the ceiling, deep in thought. You were vaguely aware of his eyes following your movements. "To be honest, I don't even know what I saw in him. I guess he asked me to a movie and I just didn't want to make things weird by saying no. He's friends with my best friends boyfriend, so we see a lot of each other." You tack onto the end, explaining.

Billy scrunched his face up. "This that 'King Steve' I kept hearing about?"

You laughed. "Yep. That'll be the one." You didn't miss the disgust that flashed through his eyes, closely followed by a hint of amusement. "Anyways, Terry is one of his lap dogs I guess." You shrug.

"So you went out with this guy, just because he's friends with Steve?"

"Yeah I guess so." You said with a sigh, realizing the irony to your situation. You'd gone to the movie to avoid any awkwardness between the group, and in doing so you'd made your entire high school career the most awkward event of your life. This would never be topped. Ever. "It was a shit night. I paid for my own ticket and dinner, and I asked him to take me home straight afterwards. He kept trying to stick his hand up my skirt in the car, but that was the most that happened. He didn't even kiss me." You say with a scoff.

"Did you want him to kiss you?" Billy asked, looking a little too invested in the story. If you had been told this morning that you'd be spending your night in a jail cell with a handsome blonde from California, talking about kissing Terry Evans, you'd have laughed and told them to pull their head in. Alas, here you were.

"Not really." You shrugged. "It would've been nice to be kissed though I guess. What girl doesn't want to be dropped home and kissed goodnight? We don't want hands up our skirts, we just want to feel cared for." You could feel your cheeks go red in the darkness of the cell, a little embarrassed about telling the stranger about your mushy romantic fantasies. Not that the bare minimum was considered a fantasy, but still.

A deep silence settled in between the two of you, and you feared you'd crossed a line. How stupid were you? He was a guy! They don't want to hear this stuff! Maybe Steve would, but only because he'd known you for so long and you were best friends with Nancy. Not even Tommy would want to listen to this. God, not even Carol would want to listen to it! You opened your mouth, about to apologize and call yourself stupid, but his voice cut you off.

"Come here."

Your head whipped around. Had you heard him right? Come here? Your heartbeat spiked. If this man thought he was going to-

"C'mon." He said again, hurrying you up. "I don't bite. Not unless you want me to."

Your eyes widened, and despite your hammering heart you pushed yourself to your feet. You'd been making stupid decisions left, right and center lately, what was one more? "What're you doing?" Your voice was soft as your timid legs carried you to the cell bars, the only thing that separated the two of you.

He had also risen, and was waiting impatiently in front of you. "What that asshole should've done last night." He said, like it should've been obvious.

"Billy, you don't have to." You shook your head, almost in disbelief. "I wasn't telling you because I wanted-"

"That's not why I'm doing this." He brushed off your concern. "But I will set some ground rules."

"Which are?" You asked, nearly snorting.

"You don't think of it as some lovey, mushy, crap." He said pointedly. You almost rolled your eyes, but nodded nonetheless. Nothing about this was romantic. "Second of all, you let me be the one to rub it into his face that he got nowhere in a movie theater, dinner, and drive home, while I got to first base in a jail cell."

You couldn't stop the laugh escaping your lips. Was it a little misogynistic? Maybe, but at this point you didn't care. He could do whatever he wanted to Terry, and after what the sleaze pulled on you, you wouldn't do so much as to lift a finger to stop it.

"Okay. Deal." You nodded after contemplating for a moment. He was doing you a favor in more ways then one - you got your kiss, and when your school found out, the anal rumor would be soon forgotten. Ideally.

"Okay." He nodded too, his feet and face were just inches from your own, with the iron bars separating you. It was awkward, but doable.

Tentatively, you closed your eyes and moved your face closer to the bars. Were you being stupid? Probably, but you would only live once, and you were also thoroughly enjoying the mix-up to your usual nights in jail. How often did an opportunity like this present itself? The answer was not often.

Before you could overthink your predicament for a second longer, soft lips were upon your own. They were warm, gentle even, and they sent butterflies down to your stomach instantly. Goosebumps tore across your body as your mind, and body, melted under his touch. God, all the boy had done was kiss you - his hands weren't even on you, nor were yours on him, and yet your knees were still weak with the way he moved his lips against yours. You could feel his tongue dart out to trace your lower lip sensually, and your grip on the iron bars tightened immensely. Your knuckles would nearly be white as they wrapped themselves around the cold steel, a stark contrast from your body.

You were so hot you could be on fire, and he seemed to understand his affect on you when a pleased moan came from the back of your throat. It barely took you a second to register from the sound and you pulled away, almost reluctantly. Your hand flew to your lips as you took a step back. They were warm and swollen, and they were wet. From him.

You licked them without thinking before your eyes flashed up to his. A cocky smile sat on his face, and he looked pleased with himself.

"Was it everything you dreamed of Angel?" His voice sounded like honey as your feet carried you back to the flimsy bed and mattress of their own accord. You knew he was teasing you, expecting you to go write about it in a diary like you were the star of a cheesy romantic comedy.

"I don't know." You feigned disappointment with a shrug. "I expected more."

He chuckled, shaking his head before retreating to his own bed.

Your hand darted back up to your lips, a gesture not missed by him, as a warmth spread across your chest. As you had agreed to though, that wasn't 'lovey' or 'mushy'. It was a favor. Done and dusted. Easy peasy.

"Goodnight Y/n." He called out to you quietly after a moment, bringing you back to how late it was getting. Not that you were provided with a clock.

"Goodnight Billy." You hummed back, turning on your side to face the wall. As much as you tried, you couldn't keep the kiss out of your mind. You couldn't wait for Terry to find out, and even though you tried (key word) to be a humble person, you also couldn't wait for the other girls at your school to find out. Billy was attractive, no doubt, but he was also a mystery. You wanted to know why anyone would leave California for Hawkins, and you wanted to know more about his family and father.

You were fucked.

Let me know if you want a part 2! This was super fun to write and I am now obsessed with this one concept in particular.

Edit: after all the comments here and on ao3 i will write a part 2! (or 3, or 4)

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[fleshbarbie]

fake gossip - billy hargrove x f!reader (prologue)

contains: kinda ooc billy, carol being a bitch (not a shocker), a few bad words, mentions of billy’s abuse, nothing too triggering!

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“fuck this, i give up.”

a huff came from your very fed up boyfriend who sat beside you in the cafeteria, with the math homework that was due in ten minutes time (that he had yet to complete) in front of him. usually, billy would not be caught dead doing any kind of homework where anyone could see him, claiming it ruined his ‘cool guy’ reputation, but right now he had no other choice. he couldn’t risk a detention right now, his dad was working towards a promotion at work that had him constantly tense and stressed out which of course, meant billy was at risk. 

if he went home announcing he had received a detention, it’d no doubt lead to an altercation of some sort and they never ended well. you didn’t want to see your boyfriend turning up at school tomorrow with an injury of any kind, it always left an ache of sympathy in your heart - especially when he tried to play it off as if it didn’t bother him, you knew better. you’d spent many nights with the teen venting to you in the comfort of your own room to know how he really felt about dealing with his father’s abuse on a daily basis.

so, with a quick glance at the homework that had been pushed across the table, you looked back up at your boyfriend who was wearing a clear scowl on his face that had your lips quirking up in amusement. 

“what’s wrong? i thought you aced math?” you questioned him, pulling the abandoned sheet towards you so you were able to skim your eyes over it and see what was bothering billy so much.

“i do! i mean, i was ... until they started adding letters. what kinda shit is that?” he complained, running a hand through his golden curls clearly frustrated with the homework. 

you laughed through a huff, silently agreeing with him. that was very fucked up, but you weren’t going to let the new addition to the numbers land your boyfriend a detention. 

“don’t fret bill, you’re like three questions away from finishing it and from the looks of things so far, you’ve gotten everything right. you can do it, just focus.” you sent him a reassuring smile, placing a gentle hand on his leather covered shoulder to give it a light squeeze. 

his tense shoulders relaxed under your touch almost instantly, something you had told him was your secret superpower and he never disagreed. it was kind of scary to the hargrove boy how easily you got him to relax, in any kind of situation. 

he sighed, leaning over to you slightly so he could see the worksheet too. as the clock slowly ticked by, the two of you stayed focused on the work centered on the table and went through the last three questions together. you helped him whenever he struggled, never giving him the answer but explaining it to him in different ways until he clicked on and eagerly picked up his pencil to jot down the answer before he forgot. it wasn’t long until he completed it and he was quick to throw the pencil down on the table with more force than necessary, causing it to bounce a few times before it rolled off the edge.

neither of you paid attention though, as you quietly cheered for your boyfriend, not wanting to draw anyones attention to the little moment you were having. “see! i told you, you’re smarter than you give yourself credit for baby.” you inched towards him and pecked his cheek lightly, not commenting on the light blush that was now on his face.

billy had never really received compliments that weren’t about his looks, but you seemed to have an endless supply of them which was something he wasn't used to and it left him with this awful warm, tingly feeling inside his chest that he was starting to crave all the time. god, this man was so lucky to have you.

“couldn’t have done it without you gorgeous.” he gave you his most genuine smile, not wasting another second before he leaned over, eager to connect your lips to his.

consumed in your little bubble, both of you were oblivious to the looks you were being given from non other than carol perkins, the self proclaimed queen b of hawkins high. though if you asked anyone else they would’ve said you easily had that spot, and that’s what had carol so riled up with anger and jealousy. she knew you were slowly replacing her, stealing her throne and not only that but you had the hottest guy at hawkin’s high wrapped around your little finger, she couldn’t stand it.

there was no way she was letting you take her crown. so with an evil smirk soon making its way onto her freckled face, she began devising a plan - one that would leave you without a crown and without billy hargrove.

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a/n: hi welcome to this new series i’m so excited to write! had this in my head for awhile and i’ve finally decided to write it, there’s probably gonna be 3/4 pieces. i really hope you enjoy it! i’ll post the first real part in a few days (maybe earlier depending on the feedback) !! <33

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[buckysgrace]

Fifty Three

Dancing in the Dark Masterlist

CW: Bad dreams

Billy

His dreams were dark. He was walking on what he thought might be water, his feet bare as he stepped through deep puddles. There were no lights nearby, no sun and no colors. Everything seemed empty, yet endless at the same time.

He tried to shout out, to yell for someone but no words came forth. His mouth felt dry, his tongue stiff in his mouth as he just continued to walk. He couldn’t tell what he was looking for, just that he needed to keep walking. 

It was then that he noticed he wasn’t stepping into puddles, rather on something. It was soft, squishy and moved into shadows around his ankles. He watched as the curled tighter, then moved further up his legs. He felt his heart stalling, realizing that they were long black snakes with big yellow eyes.

He was too fearful to move, unable to breath as he watched them slither up his body. Their tongues flicked out towards him, making him wince each time. He started to move his arms, but they felt like heavy anchors attached to his sides as he attempted to shake them away.

His body lurched at the feeling of sharp teeth sinking into the side of his neck. He quickly gripped at the long snake, trying to shake it free but to no avail. He could feel the venom pumping into his veins, filling him with poison as he did his best to free himself from the snake's grip.

He stumbled back, the shadows around him dissipating like the remnants of storm clouds. He blinked, realizing he was sitting in his former room. Before Hawkins. His childhood room. He peered around the walls, the familiar design as the sun danced in through his curtains. It was chilly, the air crisp as he quickly rose to shut the window. 

He peered outside, his mind swirling in confusion as he felt like something was wrong. Everything looked normal, like it was crafted perfectly from his deepest memories. Still, it left him feeling uneasy.

He turned, nearly jumping out of his skin at the sudden appearance of Kim. She was sprawled out across his bed, a yellow dress hiked up over her slender thighs. He blinked, his eyes drawn towards the empty bottles of liquor around her.

He felt his heart race as he finally noticed the empty pill bottle in her grasp; her fingers loosely holding onto it. He rushed forward, resting a hand underneath her back as he yanked her forward and began to shake her lightly until she stirred. She blinked up at him, nearly making him drop her in the process.

Her eyes were wrong. They were dark. Black. He couldn’t see the brown or the green in her iris. They didn’t even look golden from the sun. He felt his grip on her growing looser as she slowly sat up, tilting her head although she didn’t seem confused.

“What’s wrong?” She asked him curiously, her voice raspy as she reached out a hand towards him. He froze, looking down at where she touched his arm. There was a needle resting in one of his veins, the syringe filled with a black goo.

He slowly pulled it out, feeling his heart pulsing deep and hard against his bones. It made his whole body shake as he slowly turned back towards her, his eyes widening as he realized she was now naked.

“You know, you did this to me.” She replied, looking disgruntled as he pulled the sheets up to cover her. He furrowed his eyes in confusion, feeling irritated at how he wasn’t able to complete his actions. He tried tugging the sheets forth but it was like they were glued to his bed.

“I don’t understand.” He said at last, his jaw slightly aching as he spoke. His nose burned and when he moved his hand up to touch it, a gush of blood rushed forth onto his fingers. 

“You wanted to ruin me,” She said, her features twisting into pain as she looked at him seriously, “Look what you did to me.” She motioned towards herself, once again making him aware of how exposed she was. He stalled for a moment, realizing that her skin tone was slightly off. She was covered in bruises. All over her stomach, her arms and her thighs. It looked like someone had tossed her around, thrown her 

“I didn’t-,” He paused as he stared at the empty bottles that seemed to keep growing around them. He shook his head, “I love you. I wouldn’t do this to you.” His stomach churned as he felt bile rising in the back of his throat. 

“Do you think I could love you?” Kim asked him, dark eyes seeping into him as her words rattled around the room, “You honestly think that I could care for someone like you?” His chest felt heavy suddenly, as if he had tons of rocks sitting on top of him. Slowly crushing him. 

“Kim-,” He started slowly, feeling cracks beginning to form across his heart as he felt like he was getting harder and harder to breathe. 

“You’re unlovable,” She said quickly and he was sure she could hear his insides snapping in despair, “Don’t you know why your mother left you, why your father hates you so much?” She spit out, her words laced with venom. He stared at her for the longest time, knowing that she would never say such a thing to him. This wasn’t real. 

“Stop it,” He told her quickly, “This isn’t you.” He shook his head, trying to calm her down as her breathing became more intense. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. 

“They can’t stand you,” She breathed out as she moved closer to him, “You’re pathetic, useless. Just some broken boy who is teasing himself. No one wants you.” Her voice was suddenly deeper, her features becoming blurry as he slowly blinked. She shifted away, just disappeared as he was left alone once again.

The bottles of empty alcohol and pills were still there, scattered across his bed and onto his floor as he felt a numb feeling settling over him. 

He reached into his dresser, pulling out the familiar picture from Neil and Susan’s wedding. The one that he had tried to keep hidden for so long. It was all still the same. Then it wasn’t.

It shifted again, but her position stayed the same. She was slightly older, her hair poofy and thick as she was decorated in all weight. Her smile was bright, her hazel eyes gleaming in happiness as she held a bright bouquet of pink flowers in her hands. 

Someone stood next to her. Someone he didn’t know, nor could he really make out the features of the stranger. He stood about Billy’s height, but he wasn’t Billy. He was hanging onto Kim, dressed in a nice tux and mirroring the same smile that she had on her lips. 

Billy was there too, far behind Rosemary, her parents and their siblings. Everyone seemed to be mid laugh, except for him. He didn’t even look miserable. He was just staring at Kim, his eyes pathetic and filled with desperation. But she didn’t notice. She was happy. 

“Why are you sad?” A small voice jolted him from his thoughts, making him drop the picture from his fingertips. He looked down upon the young boy, recognizing the mess of blonde curls and blue eyes as he stared up at Billy.

“I’m not.” Billy said at last, knowing that he felt nothing at the moment. If Kim was happy, that’s all that he cared about. Even if it wasn’t with him. The little boy tilted his head, his hat sliding back just enough to expose the shiny bruise underneath his eye.

“Good,” The boy said at last, “You have nothing to be sad about.” His voice was rough, raspy and far older than what he sounded. Billy felt a sense of dread rising in his chest, his body jolting back at the banging that erupted from the other side of the door. Someone was screaming and pushing their full body against the door, making his veins turn to ice. 

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Billy awoke in a cold sweat. 

His mind felt fuzzy, warm and full of confusion as he quickly sat up on the edge of the bed. He was in Kim’s room, where he had unofficially moved into, but she wasn’t there with him. He rubbed at his eyes, feeling exhausted as he glanced at the time.

He’d slept in. It was almost eleven, far too late for him to be sleeping. He cursed to himself, trying to shake off his feelings as he dragged his feet towards the bathroom. He stripped himself down as he turned on the water, leaving it slightly colder to do his best to freeze off the jittery nerves that had stayed after his dream.

He shook his head, his hands slightly shaking as he wrapped a towel around his waist and let the water drip from his hair and down onto his shoulders. He scrubbed at his teeth, his stomach still twisting and churning in distaste. It took him a few minutes to calm down, to keep from leaning over and vomiting into the toilet. 

He made his way to his room, staring at the blank walls for a moment before he flicked on the lights and began to dress himself. He didn’t necessarily feel like wearing anything but his pajamas, but he wouldn’t let himself fall down that slippery slope again. Not so soon. He was fine. 

He walked towards the living room, listening at the sound of the radio pouring down through the hallway. It was pop music, meaning that it was likely coming from Kim. He felt his heart hammering roughly inside of his chest, feeling as if he had done something wrong.

She was sitting at the dining room table, basking in the sunlight as she doodled sketches into her notebook. He stared at her for a moment, looking at the way she had most of her hair tucked behind her ears and her eyebrows were knitted together in confusion.

He couldn’t find the words to speak, worried that this was still some sort of sick dream as he just savored her features for a moment. He wondered if he would wake up one day and she wouldn’t be here anymore. When she realized she could do better.

“Morning,” She smiled as she looked up towards him. He breathed in relief, stepping a little closer as he looked at the different colors that danced in her eyes. They weren’t black. This was his Kim, “How’d you sleep?” She asked him curiously, pushing a chair out so he could join her. 

“Alright,” He replied gruffly, blinking slowly as he looked down at the little cows she had decorated on her page. They were nice, their eyes extra soft and large, “I think I slept too much.” He admitted, slightly fearful that he might be cycling back into his stages. 

“Hey,” She wrinkled her eyebrows as she looked at him curiously, “Are you okay? You’re really warm.” She moved forward, reaching a hand out to touch his forehead. 

“S’fine,” He pulled away quickly, almost as if he’d been hit, “Just had a weird dream.” He tried to brush off the concern in her eyes, knowing that she wouldn’t let this go easily. He didn’t want to talk about it. It was just a dumb dream. 

“A dream?” She looked at him cautiously, “Do you want to talk about it?” She questioned him, just as he thought that she would. He shook his head as he shifted in his chair, wondering if he should put some distance between the two of them. 

“No,” He answered quickly, “I don’t.” He brushed her off quickly, then reminded himself that she hadn’t done anything. It was just a dumb dream. He didn’t even think they were as bad as the nightmares that she had been facing. It was just a dream. 

“Okay,” She responded gently as she brushed her palm across his cheek, “Do you still want to get lunch today?” She asked him slowly, her eyes flashing in concern as she danced her eyes over his features. He sighed softly. 

“Of course I do,” He said in disbelief, “It’s just a dream, Kim.” He dismissed her with a soft laugh, shaking his head as he turned his attention towards the table. He brushed his fingers across the wood, focusing on the sensation rather than how his heart was beating uncontrollably inside of his chest. 

“I know,” The corners of her lips tilted up, just enough to give a hint of a strained smile, “I just want you to know I’m here for you.” She replied as she reached forward to link their fingers together. He exhaled slowly as he nodded his head as she reminded him that everything was okay. 

“Thank you,” He mumbled, “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just still tired.” He shook his head, wishing that there was some easy way to explain what he was experiencing. He felt as if there was a looming presence near him, like some sort of parasite had attached itself to his back.

“It’s okay,” She replied as she rested her chin on her hand, “What do you want to get to eat? Sandwiches still?” She asked curiously as he slowly nodded his head in agreement.

“Where is everyone?” He asked instead, trying to keep himself from getting too overstimulated as he glanced out the window. She smiled towards him sheepishly. “They went out for lunch,” She said slowly, “I thought you might want to sleep in so I said we’d go out on our own. If that’s okay?” She asked, as if she had just forgotten that they had already made plans to get lunch with one another.

“Yeah,” He said quickly as he rubbed at his forehead, “Are you ready?” He asked, watching as she quickly shut her notebook and dropped her pencil. He paused, leaning over to kiss her cheek so she’d know that everything was fine. It wasn’t fair to make her feel like she’d done something wrong. 

“I am,” She grinned as she pushed his hair from his forehead gently, “Do you want to take my car?” She asked him, grinning from ear to ear as he gave her a slow nod. He thought it would be good to get hers out and about. It had been a while.

“You better drive us,” He teased, although he was slightly nervous about sitting in the passenger seat while she drove into the city, “It’ll give you some more practice.” He encouraged her, watching the way she scrunched her nose up as she reached for her keys.

“Right,” She mumbled underneath her breath, “That sounds like a lot of fun.” She strained to smile, making him laugh as he wrapped an arm around her waist and followed her outside. 

It felt a lot warmer than January usually felt. The sun was high and bright, shining harshly as they made their way down the cement walkway. He let his eyes linger against her for a moment, trying to search for any bitter feelings that she might be hiding away. He wondered if she truly blamed him for everything.

“What do you want to listen to?” She asked as she adjusted her seat, scooting it forward then backwards until she found the right length. He watched in amusement, staring at the pop channel that was plastered across the screen.

“This is fine,” He told her softly, not really interested in listening to music right now anyways. He watched the way her face scrunched up in concentration as she looked behind them, confirming that it was okay to leave the driveway, “Can I smoke?” He asked her, hoping that a few drags of a cigarette might cool his nerves.

“Sure,” She piped up, stopping the car in the middle of the street so she could roll all of the windows down. He blinked at her, but bit back a remark as she began to drive again. He shook a little bit, nearly unable to get his cigarette lit, “School starts in another week.” She reminded him, speaking softly as the sound of the wind drifted into the car. 

“That’s coming up,” He replied gently, almost finding it too much to speak other than to point out directions to her, “You’ll graduate soon.” He reminded her, thinking to himself that she only had about five months left. He wondered if she’d at least go to the ceremony to get her diploma. He hoped she would. 

“I’m nervous,” She admitted, “But then we get to go to prom.” She said a little more cheery, her lips pulled into a bright smile as the sun danced off of her skin. Her hair seemed to turn a pink hue from the rays that sank into her. 

“We will,” He nodded his head with a soft smile, “It’s just up here.” He pointed out, leaning forward to confirm the little sandwich shop was ahead of them. Kim nodded along, turning quickly and making him grip the side of the seat in return.

He was silent the rest of the way into the restaurant. He couldn’t find any words to speak as they were seated, only able to repeat her order back for the same thing he wanted for lunch. He still felt like he was miles away, his mind numb and fuzzy as he thought to himself. 

“You’re looking at me funny.” Kim pointed out slowly, her cheeks slightly pink as he realized for the first time that he was staring at her. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. 

“No I’m not.” He brushed her off, glancing down at his glass of soda as he watched the ice bubble towards the top as he dragged his straw around inside of the liquid. 

“Like I just cut all your hair and shaved your eyebrows off,” She continued on after she took a sip from her own straw, “What’s wrong?” She asked him seriously, raising an eyebrow as she waited for his response. 

“Nothing.” He sighed as he shook his head, brushing away the stray strands of blonde hair from his face. Kim linked her fingers together over the table, continuing to stare at him as he found something else to look at once again. 

She let him think to himself until their food was brought out, then she seemed more determined to find an answer. She aggressively shook the ketchup bottle before squirting it onto the plate, then she began to speak again. 

“I will hold you down and tickle you,” She said seriously, “Even better, I’ll get Russell to help me.” She added, doing her best to threaten him as he held a hot french fry up. He sent her a smile before he pressed the potato into his mouth. 

“I’m fine.” He replied softly, feeling like he wasn’t worth all of this trouble. He didn’t want her to worry over some dumb dream. It wasn’t that big of a deal. 

“Billy,” Kim said seriously, “Please tell me. I want to help you.” Her voice was soft, laced with concern as he finally found himself exhaling. He felt the tension leaving his shoulders as he realized just how stubborn he was being. 

“I just had a weird dream.” He started slowly as he took another drink from his soda. She watched him with interest, waiting for him to go on before she realized he had nothing else to say. 

“I’ve had bad dreams,” Kim said softly, “Were they similar?” She questioned him, looking a little guilty as if she had passed something along to him. 

“Not really,” He replied, “You were there.” He said softly, although he knew that it wasn’t really her. It was something else. Someone else. It wasn’t his Kim. 

“Oh,” She paused, “It was one of those dreams?” Her cheeks flushed as an amused grin fell to her lips. He tilted his head, watching her sweet smile as he slowly shook his head no. 

“I wish it was.” He told her truthfully, knowing that this morning would’ve been a lot different had it been that dream. She reached forward, moving across their plates to grip his hand in her own. 

“What happened?” She asked gently as she brushed her thumb across his hand. He breathed out deeply, finding some comfort in her pretty hazel eyes. 

“You said some things,” He mumbled as he thought back to the memory, feeling guilty all over again, “I don’t know. It’s all dumb.” He shook his head, sure that pieces of the dream were coming into place. 

“I’m sorry,” Kim said softly, “Dream me must be stupid. I love you. I’m sorry if it made you doubt that.” She said quickly, furrowing her eyebrows tightly together as she squeezed at his hand. Her words made him laugh. 

“I don’t doubt your feelings,” He said quickly, “I know you love me. I just -, I guess I don’t feel like I’m good enough for you sometimes.” He replied instead, feeling that was more true than his sudden guilt about getting her into drinking. 

“That’s dumb,” She said in response, “And very silly. Why would you think that? You’re my dream man. My squishy.” She responded with a sweet smile, making him shake his head. She was so far off and she didn’t even see it. 

“That’s not funny.” He dismissed her, moving his hand away slowly so he could grab his sandwich and take a bite from it. She watched him, tilting her head as she thought of her next remark. 

“I’m not trying to be funny,” She said seriously, “I love you and you’re stuck with me. For forever.” She nodded her head quickly, looking determined as she smiled at him. He felt a little amused at her words. 

“Is that a threat?” He teased her, but very much hoped that she truly meant it. It made him feel better knowing that she was just as crazy for him as what he was for her.

“Only if you want it to be,” She giggled softly, “Did that make you feel any better?” She asked him, continuing to look at him inquisitively as he shoved a few fries into his mouth. He chewed slowly, trying to remind himself of the flavor of the items. 

“I guess.” He responded with a shrug of his shoulders, ready to talk about something else that didn’t involve his feelings. He watched as she slowly dunked a fry into her ketchup and then brought it up to her mouth. 

“We can talk about it more.” She offered gently as she chewed down her fry. She sent him a warm look, making him feel even more reassured as she kept eye contact with him. He nodded his head softly. 

“No,” He chuckled, “I don’t want to. I feel a lot better, really.” He told her honestly, trying to understand why he had been so upset in the first place. Kim clearly wasn’t upset with him. He would’ve been able to tell, she was fairly bad at hiding it. 

“Let me take care of you.” She offered as she leaned forward to take another drink from her soda. He watched her, looking at the sparkly pink shadow on her eyes. He liked when she wore pink better. It suited her. 

“How do you plan to do that?” He asked her, shaking his head softly as she leaned forward to sit on her knees. He watched her curiously as she leaned forward to grab a fry and pull it up to his mouth.

“I can feed you,” She grinned, “SIt back and relax.” She teased him as she pressed the fry between his lips. He rolled his eyes softly, but chewed it down just the same. 

“You’re such a nerd.” He told her seriously, watching the way she looked at his plate to decide what to give him next. He shook his head at her actions. 

“I am not,” She giggled, “Okay, maybe a little bit. But I think that’s what you like about me.” She added, her eyes bright as she smiled once again. He felt his lips curling up in return. He reached over and grabbed a fry from her plate before he pressed it up to her mouth. She took a quick bite from it, laughing as she did so. 

“I do,” He agreed with a breezy smile, “You’re my perfect girl.” He told her seriously, wondering how he’d managed to get so lucky in finding her. He never wanted to lose her. 

“No pressure or anything,” She teased in return, “You’re my knight in shining armor.” She mused before she took another bite from her sandwich. He dragged his tongue along his teeth as he thought about it. 

“Oh God,” He laughed, “Now I sound like a nerd.” He told her seriously, hoping that no one was listening too closely. She laughed, shaking her head as she turned her attention down to her food. He watched her slowly, glad that things were going okay. 

“Have you heard from Dakota recently?” She asked randomly, her tone soft and dismissive like she was pretending it was no big deal. He shook his head, wrinkling his eyebrows together at her question. He wondered if she was jealous, or if she was worried. He hadn’t spoken to her. It made him cringe to think about how he’d pulled Dakota onto his lap. 

“Do you know what Tommy told me about her?” He started instead, breaking off a piece of his bread to take a large bite from it. She looked at him with interest. 

“What?” She asked as she poured more ketchup on her plate. He wrinkled his nose, wondering if she just ate it because of how sweet it was. 

“She got kicked out of art school,” He explained slowly, watching the way her eyes grew wide, “She got caught sleeping around with her teacher.” He said with a soft smirk, fairly proud at the way she hung onto his words. 

“Why would Dakota risk sleeping with her professor?” Kim questioned after she finished chewing a bite, “That’s just so risky.” She shook her head, covering her mouth as she quickly swallowed down her bite. 

“I mean,” Billy glanced up at Kim as she dipped his sandwich into the au jus broth, “She’s not very talented. It’s not like she has many options.” She blew on it for a moment, her eyes wide as she processed his words. He leaned down, taking a bite from his sandwich as she held onto it before she got too distracted. 

“Billy,” Kim spoke quickly, nearly choking on her food, “She’s your friend.” She said in dismay as she pushed the sandwich towards his mouth so he could take another bite. He pulled away for a second, wondering if she might try and shove it all down his throat. He chewed for a minute before he was finally able to swallow. 

“Not really and she’s a shitty artist,” He said with a soft laugh, “Don’t worry, she’s never asked my opinion on anything.” He told her seriously, feeling like he wasn’t really friends with Dakota. She just knew that she had something that he wanted. He hadn’t spoken to her since then. He hadn’t even gone to Tommy’s dorm because of that. He didn’t want her lingering around. 

“When can you get that tattoo fixed?” Kim asked instead, looking a little relieved as she brought her straw up to her lips and took a big drink. 

“Soon,” He replied, “You should come with. You know, doodle me up some drawings to go with it.” He felt his lips twitching into a smile by the surprised look that grew across her features. 

“You want to keep my name?” She asked him, looking to be in shock as her lips parted in disbelief. He raised an eyebrow, unsure of why she’d think he’d want that part removed. He just hated that it was spelled wrong. 

“Of course I do,” He grinned as he looked at her, “I want your name everywhere.” He teased her, liking the way her cheeks grew pink again. He wanted to get her back into the ocean, to really spend time with her this summer. The thought of the hot sun and dry air made him sigh softly. He missed it. 

“You’re insane,” She grinned as she continued to dip her fry into her ketchup, “But I’d like to go.” She said, still smiling cutely as she brought her fry up to her mouth. 

“You’ll like Alma,” He said a second later, “She’s nice enough.” He said, figuring that they could at least bond over art if anything else. That, and Alma had listened to him for hours as he rambled on and on about Kim and their entire situation. 

“Oh?” Kim looked at him curiously, her eyes flashing in wonder. He nodded his head softly, thinking about how Tommy hadn’t been able to shut up about her. “Tommy has a massive boner for her,” Billy laughed, “It’s pretty funny actually.” He replied before he slowly began to repeat the story, watching the way her eyes flashed in amusement. 

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“Where did you get that bruise?” He asked her seriously, pausing her movements as they got out of the car. He bent over, looking at her knee that was a nasty shade of black and blue. 

“I have a bruise?” She looked down curiously, “Huh. I have no idea.” She pressed her fingertips against it softly then winced, confirming to him that it had just happened recently. 

“I should wrap you in bubble wrap.” He decided with a smile, leaning back up to look at how her features were knitted tightly together as she did her best to recall what had happened. 

“I must’ve hit something in my sleep,” She mused softly, “Or maybe it was from when I ran into the door the other day. Or when I was stepping out of the shower.” She listed off various actions, making him raise his eyebrows as he shook his head. He really did need to wrap her in something. She was far too valuable, and breakable. 

“Kim.” He told her softly, laughing as he pulled the door open. She walked in first, flushing but quickly hiding her face as she picked up Pearl who had raced forward to greet them. She rubbed her cheeks against Pearl’s soft fur. 

“Sometimes my feet don’t go where I want them to,” She defended herself quickly, “It’s just a little bruise.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking like it was no big deal as she kissed the side of Pearl’s face. 

“Maybe it’s your fat cat.” He responded, grinning as he kicked his shoes up. He put them on one of the higher shoe shelves, where Pearl couldn’t reach them. 

“How dare you,” Kim gaped, “Pearl is not fat. She’s just fluffy.” She quickly went running her fingers through Pearl’s hair, whispering something about  not listening to Billy. 

“Fluffy and fat.” He told her seriously, thinking that Pearl was having too much fun with her kitty food. It must taste good. 

“Don’t be rude to her,” She shook her head, “I won’t tolerate it. She’s our child.” She cooed playfully as she rocked Pearl back and forth like a baby. 

“She is?” He teased her, shaking his head as he listened to the sound of Rosemary cutting something up in the kitchen. He wondered what she’d be making tonight. 

“Mhm,” Kim grinned, “If that’s alright with you.” She said quickly a second later, like she was worried he might call her silly. He smiled as he nodded his head, agreeing with her completely. 

“Of course it is,” He chuckled softly, “I’d be honored to give you kids.” He said a little softer, watching the way her eyes widened at his suggestion. She pressed her lips together, hiding a smile before she turned towards him more seriously. 

“You should talk to him,” Kim said softly, “I know you say that you don’t care, which is fine, but I don’t think you’re helping yourself by ignoring him either.” She told him softly. He sighed, really not wanting to talk about Neil right now. 

“I told you,” He shook his head, “I said he could rot.” He reminded her, having no interest in seeing Neil again. It was too hard. Things were too complicated. 

“I know that,” She breathed out gently, “So don’t talk to him, but at least see what the guard has to say.” She replied gently, looking at him sincerely as she tilted her head softly. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking about what she was saying. 

“And if it’s bad?” He asked her seriously, seeking out her advice. He didn’t know how he’d respond if something was wrong with Neil. It all felt like it was his responsibility, even if people said that it wasn’t. 

“Then we deal with it,” She replied as she gripped his hand with her free one,  “But it’s better to know than to torture yourself for not knowing.” She replied, giving him a soft squeeze as Pearl leaned out of her arms to swat at Billy’s wrist. 

“You’re so wise now, huh?” He teased her, but truly felt a little bit better from her words. She was right. He was just doing this to punish himself. He at least needed to find out what happened before he made any more decisions. 

“I’ve always been wise,” She said proudly as she held her chin up towards him, “I can’t believe it took you this long to notice.” She grinned as she sat Pearl down on the back of the couch, giving her a few more pets before she let Pearl go on her way. 

“Shut up,” He laughed, feeling a little better as he looked at her, “Alright. I’ll do it.” He told her with a nod of his head. 

“You’ll do what?” Rosemary asked curiously, her eyebrows tightly pressed together as she held a knife in one hand and a rather large carrot in the other. Kim paused, parting her lips as she turned to look at Billy unsure. 

“It’s dad,” Billy said at last, wondering if it would just be better to lie to her, “He’s getting transferred here.” He replied underneath his breath, worried about what she would think. Her face turned pale, her eyes widening as she took in his words. 

“Here?” Rosemary breathed out, “How? He can’t come here.” Her voice shook as she spoke and for once, Billy didn’t see his mom. He saw a young woman. A young frightened woman. He swallowed his guilt. 

“I don’t know the specifics,” Billy sighed as he shrugged his shoulders, “Just that he got it confirmed that he’s able to come out here.” His tongue felt odd in his mouth as he spoke the words. Kim kept looking towards Rosemary, her features filling with sorrow. 

“Well he’s not coming here,” Rosemary declared at last, “He can’t hurt us here.” She said finally, more to herself as she nodded her head and went back into the kitchen. 

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“You should just move your things in here,” Kim told him that night, smiling as she slowly began to rub lotion across her arms, “You’ve been sleeping in here anyways.” She pointed out, looking rather stunning as she turned to look at him.

“I don’t think your dad would like that,” He responded, sitting behind her as he slowly began to press his lips against the crook of her neck, “I like sneaking around.” He added a second later, grinning against her skin. He dragged his hands up her thighs slowly, enjoying the way shivers erupted from her skin as he snuck his hands underneath her nightgown.

“Of course you do,” She mused softly, her grin bright as she turned to look at him, “It can be exciting.” She admitted softly, leaning forward until her nose brushed against his. He paused, his eyes fluttering shut for a second as he breathed in the taste of mint against her tongue. 

He stayed there for a moment, just inhaling the feeling of her before he leaned forward to brush his lips against hers. He stalled, enjoying the way her mouth puckered into a kiss before he fully began to move his lips.

He kissed her languidly, swallowing her deep sighs as he stroked his fingertips across her sides. He moved the gown further up her abdomen as she deepened the kiss, moving her lips against his harder as he tugged the gown up over her chest. 

He pulled away, catching his breath as he quickly pulled her gown up over her head. He looked at her in awe, his eyes grazing over her body as he brushed his hands up over her perky tits. He grinned, dragging his teeth against her cheek as he cupped them in his palms.

She moaned as he squeezed her flesh in his hands. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, begging to be touched as he slowly dragged his thumbs up to her nipples. He pressed against them softly, enjoying the way she cooed in response. 

“Billy,” She mumbled softly as she flicked her tongue out against his lips, taking him by surprise. He leaned in closer, reaching his tongue out to meet hers as their mouths met in a sloppy melody. She rolled and flicked her tongue against his as her drool pooled into his mouth, “Let me help you.” She mumbled, blinking softly as she slowly slid from between his legs.

She stared up at him from the floor, the moon casting a neat glow around her as she moved her palms across his thighs. He watched, feeling his heart hammering in his chest as she slowly dragged her palm across his bulge.

He groaned, resisting the urge to snap his hips forward as she slowly began to rub her palm along his aching cock. He sighed in bliss, watching as she slowly began to pull his pajama pants down. He lifted his hips, helping her in the process.

“You’re so big,” She giggled softly, looking up at him enthused as his tip dragged against her cheek, “S’been a minute.” She said softly, her eyes turning hazy as she wrapped her fingers around his thick girth.

“Fuck,” He groaned, watching as she slowly began to move her hand up and down the length of his cock. He chewed on his bottom lip, enjoying how excited she seemed to be holding his cock in her hands, “Are you gonna suck it, pretty girl?” He teased her, quite enjoying the way her cheeks flushed.

She stuck her tongue out slowly, making eye contact with him as she licked across his tip. He felt his body shuddering as his cock ached in response, desperate to feel more of her as she slowly dragged her tongue across the head of his cock. 

She slowly puckered her lips across his girth, kissing his cock softly as she moved her left hand to grip the base of his cock. Her right hand fell to his balls, squeezing them softly as she slowly began to bob her head along the length of his cock.

He groaned as he laced his fingers through her hair, his mouth falling open as he enjoyed the stretch of her mouth. Her tongue dragged along the base of his cock as she slowly took more and more of him inside of her wet lips. He felt his eyes fluttering as he rocked his hips forward, grunting at the first gag left her mouth.

“Such a dirty whore,” He cooed, wishing that he had brought his camera in so he could memorize the way her lips stretched around his girth. He groaned as she turned her attention up to him, her eyes wide and innocent as she continued to roll her tongue along his cock, “You like your big brother’s cock, don’t you?” 

He grunted, watching the way her eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure as she began to move her mouth faster around him. He could feel the vibrations of her moans racing up his body, leaving the pleasure twisting deep inside of his stomach.

He enjoyed how messily she sucked his cock, how she was always drooling around him. He watched the spit fall from the corners of her mouth, coating down the length of his dick and meeting her hands as she slowly began to massage his balls. 

He hissed as he pulled at her hair a little harder, pushed her down a little further to really enjoy the sensation of filling her mouth. She took him easily, clearly biting back a gag but looking proud as he held her mouth there for a few seconds. 

She gasped as she pulled back, his cock sliding from her mouth as drool slid from her lips and onto her chin. She licked at her mouth, panting deeply as she moved one hand quickly along the length of his cock.

“Does it feel good?” She cooed, her eyes full of lust as she stared up at him. He quickly moved his hips to the motions of her hand, but desperately wished to feel her warm mouth along his cock again.

“S’good,” He praised her, huffing as a smirk fell to his lips, “C’mon. Wanna feel you.” He replied quickly as he twisted her hair into a ponytail, yanking at it just hard enough to earn a moan from her before he brought his tip back up to her plump lips.

He grunted loudly as she eagerly moved her lips around his cock again, bobbing her head quicker this time as he began to guide her motions with the grip on her hair. She continued to massage her saliva into his balls, stroking them as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. 

“Fuck,” He hissed, rolling his eyes back in pleasure as she gagged around him again. He pushed her down just a little further, grunting as his cock fell heavy against her tongue, “Jesus. Just like that.” He praised her, huffing a little harder as he began to fuck up into her mouth. 

He grunted loudly, his thighs trembling as the coils inside of his stomach snapped into tiny pieces. His eyes shut tightly, his lips falling open in awe as he came roughly inside of her mouth. He shook from the pleasure, enjoying the way she eagerly began to swallow his spunk.

He slowly released his grip from her hair, sighing deeply as his heart raced inside of his chest. She moved her hands to his thighs, slowly stroking his hair as she inched her way off of his cock. She licked away the cum, the spit before she turned her eyes up towards him. 

She held her tongue out, showing off the messy mixture before she brought it back inside of her mouth and swallowed it all. She made a show of it, making a fresh wave of pleasure rush over him as he roughly gripped her hips and tossed her back onto the bed.

She giggled in response, wiggling against him as he spread her out against the mattress. The pillows fell onto the floor around them, making him smile as he dragged his thumbs against the corner of her lips.

He pushed the leftover spit into her mouth, watching in awe as she slowly pressed her lips into a kiss against his thumb. He stared at her flushed features, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky as he moved his hands lower down her neck. 

He dragged his thumbs across both of her hardened nipples, enjoying the soft pink hue as she slowly began to roll her hips forward. He smirked, leaning down to wrap his lips around her left nipple as he continued to lightly twist the right one between his fingers.

“Billy,” She moaned as she linked her fingers through his long blonde curls, “S’nice.” She mumbled, pulling him closer as he began to flick his tongue across her pink bud. Her moans grew a little louder, making the pleasure from his previous orgasm grow inside of his chest again.

He dragged his lips down her body slowly, kissing down her abdomen as she slowly loosened the grip on his hair. He pressed her legs apart, positioning himself between her thighs as he kissed underneath her belly button.

He moved his kisses lower, dragging his tongue slowly as he listened to the way her moans became more intense. She whimpered underneath his grip as he held onto her thighs tightly. He inhaled her scent, desperate to have the taste of her on his mouth.

He wanted to stare up at her features, but was unable to as he looked upon her pretty pink pussy instead. He licked his lips before he leaned forward, taking a broad swipe across her cunt. 

She shivered underneath his motions, her thighs nearly trapping him in place before he held her steady again. She moaned as her palm found the back of his head again, holding him steady as he languidly began to drag his tongue through her folds. 

He kissed her pussy slowly, digging his fingertips into her flesh as he savored the taste of her slick against his mouth. She tasted far better than she should. Even her scent drove him crazy. He wished that he could stay buried between her thighs as he dragged his tongue across her clit. 

Her knees went up into the air, then up towards her chest as he pushed her legs further apart so he’d have easier access to her. He flicked her tongue across her sensitive bud repeatedly, enjoying the way her body squirmed and the soft sounds that fell from her lips.

“Oh,” She gaped from underneath him as she drew her fingers through his curls, “Feels so good.” She whined, her hips stalling and a giggle falling free as he flicked his tongue against the spot that she enjoyed. 

He licked and sucked on her folds next, trying not to neglect her clit but desperately needing to taste all of her. He’d missed the feeling of her cunt molding against his mouth. He flicked his tongue between her folds, kissing down further until he was lapping at her hole.

He circled the tip of his tongue across her hole slowly, enjoying the way she crooned before he slowly pushed his tongue inside of her. Her walls stretched around his warm tongue, aching around him as he licked at her soft flesh.

“God,” She whined, sounding a little more frantic as her hips continued to grind up against his tongue. He groaned as he held onto the back of her thighs, doing his best to keep her in place but to no avail, “Oh Billy!” She cried out, slithering against him so harshly that his nose began to brush against her clit as he curled his tongue deeper inside of her. 

She cried out, her moans filling the room as she came down from her high. She came around him, her walls fluttering across his tongue as he eagerly licked her cum away this time. He squeezed at her thighs, slowly releasing his grip as he turned to face her with another idea on his mind. 

“What are you doing?” She giggled softly, her eyes wide as he dug the toy out from the hiding spot. He grinned, waving it in her face playfully as he rested near her. He slid their legs together, linking them in a way to keep hers wide apart so she could really feel the pleasure of it all. 

“What do you think?” He mumbled, his lips close to hers as he turned the vibrator on. She jolted, making him smirk as her eyes went wide, “I wanna see you cum again. You made the prettiest faces when you cum.” He teased her, slowly dragging the toy down her abdomen.

“Billy,” She began, but quickly halted as he brought the tip of the vibrator down against her clit. Her lips parted widely, her eyebrows furrowing together as she reached over to grip his biceps, “Oh my God.” She said, exhaling roughly as he turned it up to the next setting.

He grinned, desperately wishing he could feel her walls stretching around him at the same time. She whined as she slowly rolled her hips up to meet the toy, the shied away as the vibrations became too much for her.

He watched the way she rolled her eyes back, how she bit her bottom lip and how her thighs shook and tried to press together from the sensation. Billy leaned forward, shivering at how her moans felt from this close to her. 

He dragged his lips against her open mouth for a moment, just enjoying the sweet sounds that rolled off of her tongue and fell onto his. He pressed the toy harder against her clit, making her moan a little louder as she dug her nails into his flesh.

He groaned at the feeling, high on her pleasure as he slowly pressed his tongue inside of her parted lips. He flicked his tongue against hers, watching the way she languidly moved against his touch. 

She seemed overwhelmed as she moved closer to him, her tongue barely able to keep up with his motions as she whined against his touch. He pressed their tongues together, swallowing her spit as she rolled her hips harder up against the vibrator.

“Oh, oh!” She gasped, whining in pleasure as she unsteadily rocked herself against the vibrator. She gripped his shoulders, squealing softly as her hips shook in pleasure. He stared at the way her features contorted in pleasure, how he could feel her walls breaking down underneath him, “Fuck, fuck! Fuck, Billy!” She replied shrilly, whining as her eyes fluttered back in her head.

He groaned, pressing small kisses against the corner of her lips as she jolted away from the toy. He chuckled, dragging it around the outside of her pussy as she whined in response. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair slightly messy as she gasped loudly.

“S’lot,” She whined as she pressed on his chest, making him laugh as he slowly shut the toy off and tossed it beside her. She shivered against him, her body warm as she sat up on her knees slowly, “Felt nice, though.” She giggled, slightly out of breath as he sat up with her.

He crashed his lips against hers, desperately needing to taste her soft moans as his hands fell to her waist. She rolled her tongue along his slowly this time, more steadily as she stole the breath from his lungs. 

She gripped the side of his neck, keeping him in place as her tongue brushed against the roof of his mouth and around his teeth. He grinned, unable to help himself as he lightly bit down along the tip of her tongue.

She giggled as she pulled away, her lips swollen as she looked at him in awe. He brought his fingers up to her plump lips, parting them softly before he leaned forward and spit into her mouth. He groaned, watching the way she eagerly swallowed it. She was going to be the death of him.  

She pushed him over, letting him rest on his back as he stared up in confusion. His eyes fell down to her hand as she slowly wrapped her fingers around his cock. He exhaled slowly, feeling his dick beginning to twitch to life as she slowly began to pump her hand up and down the length of him. 

He was still sensitive from how she’d previously touched him. He hissed, sitting up a bit further as he began to fill out against her hand again. She watched with interest, her eyes flashing with lust as she slowly began to rub herself down against his thigh. He could feel his stomach muscles clenching together in pleasure at the feeling of her wet cunt against his skin. 

“I wanna feel you,” She said softly, almost shyly as she continued to rut against his thigh. She moaned, making his cock ache in her hand as he began to grind his hips up against her palm, “Wanna feel you so badly.” She whimpered softly, blinking hazily as he brought his hands down against her soft thighs.

“What do you want to feel?” He teased her, fighting back the urge to whine as she continued to stroke his cock. He sighed blissfully, watching the way she squeezed her nimble fingers around his girth. 

“Your cock,” She mumbled, pouting out her bottom lip as he tightly gripped her hips to keep her motions still. He chewed on his bottom lip, watching the way her features contorted into lust, “Please, Billy. I want to feel you inside of me so badly.”

“Needy little whore, aren’t you?” He tsked, holding eye contact with her as he slowly brought his thumb down against her clit. She twitched, whining loudly as she quickly nodded her head. He drew his eyes over her pink hue, as a desperate need to fill her grew inside of him.

“Mhm,” She nodded slowly, her lips parting as soft moans left her lips, “Please. Please, fuck me Billy. I need my big brother’s cock.”

“Yeah?” He huffed as he dragged her over his legs, making her straddle his waist instead. She whimpered, her hips rolling forward as his cock bobbed against her leaking cunt. He rolled his tongue inside of his mouth as he blindly reached for the condoms that were placed in her side dresser, “You wanna ride your brother’s cock like a good girl?”

“Please,” She begged, eyes flashing as she continued to grind her drenched folds against his hard cock. He pressed her hips back slowly, ignoring the way she protested as he slid the condom over his girth quickly, “I need you.” 

He groaned at her words, overcome with lust once again as he languidly slid the tip of his cock inside of her wet hole. He groaned at the sensation of her walls coaxing him inside, stretching around him as her slick coated his cock. 

“God,” He grunted, taking a moment to fill out inside of her as he brushed his fingertips across her hips. He exhaled harshly, trying to get himself under control so he didn’t cum too quickly, “You’re so slutty.” He spit out towards her, watching the way her features knitted tightly together in pleasure.

She gaped, his eyes hazy as she began to rock her hips forward. He hissed at the sensation, his eyes wandering down the curve of her body until he was met with where their bodies were connected. 

He groaned as he rubbed at her hips, thrusting up slowly as she began to build a quick rhythm. By the whiny sounds that left her mouth, he knew that she wouldn’t last long either. He brought his mouth up towards hers, capturing her swollen lips as he enjoyed the way her cunt clamped down around his throbbing cock.

She moaned into his mouth, her tongue dancing against his lips as he kissed her deeply. He dragged his fingertips across the crook of her neck, holding onto her as she bounced herself along the length of his cock. 

“Oh Gosh,” She whined as she pulled away, her skin red clear down to her neck as she continued to rock her pussy over his cock, sliding him in deeper with every movement. He moved his hands to her waist, holding onto her in place, “Right there. Oh fuck.” She moaned as she pressed her fingertips against his chest, her spongy walls fluttering across his girth. 

He moved a hand down towards her clit, enjoying the way she jolted as he began to press down on her sensitive bud. She cried out louder, her moans mixing together with the sound of their flesh meeting. Her pussy was squeezing him tightly, squelching around him from how wet she was. 

He leaned up, the sheets tangling underneath them as he moved his arms around her tiny waist. He huffed in concentration, his eyebrows knitting together as he bounced her up and down on his cock. She whimpered as she dug her fingertips into his muscles, her forehead pressing against his as she rode him.

“S’close,” She moaned, her body beginning to feel weak sliding against him from how roughly they’d been moving against each other, “Gonna cum.” She mumbled, her fingers grasping at his bristly jaw. She squeaked softly, burying her moans against the side of his face.

He groaned at the feeling of his cock throbbing, how the pleasure was so intense in his stomach as he began to press his cock harder and harder into her. She squirmed, biting down on his shoulder as she reached her climax once again.

Loud grunts left his lips at the feeling of her pussy clamping down around his girth, squeezing him tightly as he pressed deep inside of her and filled the condom. His hips bumped against her own, staying there as he came harshly.

She moaned, her thighs fluttering against his as she gently moved his hair from his face. He exhaled roughly, sure that it would be some time before he was able to stop thinking about this moment with her. 

He looked down at her, his heart hammering wildly as he stared at the way her lips were swollen and how her eyes were still wide. He parted her lips slowly, watching the way she leaned up towards him as he slowly gathered spit to the front of his mouth. He teased her for a moment, earning another whine from her before he spit onto her mouth.

She licked it away, giggling softly as she drew her hands along his back. He winced, groaning at the feeling of her walls tightening once again around him. He was far too sensitive to go another round.

He slowly lifted her up, patting her backside gently before he pulled his cock free. He sighed at the loss of contact, wishing that he could stay buried inside of her for hours. He moved to the side of the bed, ripping off the messy condom before he grabbed his discarded shirt to clean himself off. It was better than nothing. 

“Can I ask you something?” Kim asked him, slightly out of breath as she stared up at the ceiling in a daze. He pulled free a few of her tissues before he began to clean between her legs, cautious to keep from bumping against her sensitive clit. 

“What?” He grumbled softly, sure that she was beginning to ask him something outrageous. He’d expect nothing less coming from her. 

“Don’t say it like that,” She giggled softly, “It’s nothing too serious.” She smiled as she brushed her fingertips against his bicep, squeezing softly. He tossed the tissues away before he picked the pillows up, then began to set them back up underneath her head. 

“Okay,” He drew out playfully, “Yes. You can ask me a question.” He replied cheekily, although he was sure that she was going to bring up more anal play on his part. The way she had presented it before let him know that she would ask until he was comfortable with the idea. 

“Thank you,” She smiled at him, “What did I say in your dream?” She asked cautiously, but her eyes were soft as she looked at him. He sighed, knowing that it would be best to just tell her the truth. At least part of it. 

“You were blaming me,” He said softly, “For drinking. You had an empty bottle of pills too. I think I made you do worse.” He told her truthfully. He felt his mouth going dry again as he thought about the whole memory. He didn’t want her to get that bad. Not ever. 

“You didn’t make me do anything,” She reminded him, “I was drinking before you. Remember Tina’s party? At the beginning of summer?” She tilted her head, nudging him gently as he thought about the distant memory. The first real time she’d snuck out. It felt like a lifetime since then. 

“You barely drank then.” He told her truthfully, thinking about how he’d followed her around that night. He blamed it on wanting to keep creeps away, but in truth he was enamored by her actions. He could recall how she’d gone on a rant about how similar vampires and mosquitos were. He wondered if she remembered that. 

“Nah uh,” She protested, “I did too drink. I was somewhat drunk.” She nodded her head, but looked unsure as she darted her eyes around the top of her head to think about it. 

“You were tipsy at best,” He laughed softly, remembering how his hands had burned when he’d gripped her body to push her through her window, “I think all of this stuff with my dad is stressing me out.” He told her seriously, sighing as she brushed her cheek against his. 

“I understand,” She replied gently, “It would stress anyone out. I really am here to help you.” She mumbled as she dragged her fingers through his light chest hair. He grinned softly. 

“You’re my knight in shining armor?” He questioned her teasingly, turning to look at the way the light from the stars sank into her skin. 

“Oh yeah,” She grinned from ear to ear as she held a bicep up, “Look at these guns.” She moved her head down to kiss at her skin, leaving him shaking his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that this was the same girl that smashed a glass into his exes face. 

“Oh wow,” He replied dryly, “They’re like toothpicks.” He laughed, rubbing at his chest as she pushed him away with a gasp. She laughed, looking at him incredulously before she settled onto her back again. 

“I like these talks,” Kim said softly, “When it’s just you and I.” She grinned a little too cheesily as she turned towards him again. He rolled onto his side, bringing his thumb up to trace over her features once again. “And the ghosts in the house.” He teased her softly, watching the way her eyes grew wide at his words. He smirked as she moved a little closer. 

“Oh God,” She replied, “Don’t say that.” She shook her head quickly, already looking a little freaked out as she quickly glanced behind her. 

“It’s true,” He teased, “Why do you think Pearl stares up at the one corner in the hallway.” He told her truthfully, thinking about how Pearl did that quite often. Kim’s jaw went slack. 

“She probably sees a bug.” She protested, but sounded more unsure as she looked behind her shoulder once again. He chuckled as he pushed her hair out of her face. 

“I bet someone died there.” He told her, grinning at the way her complexion seemed to pale. He thought it might be a little mean, but he’d enjoy how tightly she’d be snuggled up to him tonight. 

“Oh my God,” Kim breathed out quickly, “What is wrong with you?” She looked at him with wide eyes, shaking her head in disbelief as he brought his fingertips against her sides. 

“Do you know the signs of ghosts?” He continued to tease her, laughing at the way she went limp in his arms. He pressed his lips against the crook of her neck, kissing her skin softly as he trailed his mouth up towards hers. 

“Stop,” She whined, “If I wake up and have to pee you’ll have to go with me.” She told him sternly, although her eyes were full of humor as she leaned up to peck his lips gently.

“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.” He teased her, completely sure that she would ask him to do so. Although, he’d also heard the way she ran back and forth to the bathroom at night. She didn’t linger in the dark hallways for too long. 

“Huh,” She said softly, “I don’t know if I want you to be in there while I pee actually.” She giggled covering her face as he rolled his eyes at her suggestion. 

“You’ve peed in front of me before.” He protested, reminding her as he lightly began to dig his fingers into her ticklish sides. 

“That doesn’t count,” She grinned as she curled up against his side, “I still don’t understand how guys pee still, I guess it’s similar to girls though? You can pee wherever you want, which I don’t think that’s really fair.” She began to ramble on, her eyes flickering across her ceiling once again as he shook his head in disbelief. 

“Kim?” He questioned her softly, raising his eyebrow as he watched her turn towards him in interest. 

“Hm?”

“Do you have to pee?” He asked her, his lips curling into a smile at the way her features turned sheepish as she linked their fingers together. 

“A little bit,” She laughed, “I was going to wait a few minutes so I didn’t bother you.” She said honestly, her voice straining as bubbles of giggles poured out through her lips. 

“Come on,” He grinned as he rolled out of bed, “Careful though, your cat will be waiting to attack as soon as we step out.” 

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Synopsis: Billy didn’t know what real love was. He only knew meaningless one night stands. He didn’t expect much to come out of his life. That was until he saw the new kid pull into his school’s parking lot on the first day of senior year. It didn’t help that it was the same person who he fell in love with, and whos heart he broke, back in California.

Table of contents: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3  Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Content warnings for this fic: angst, drug usage, smut, violence(kinda), verbal abuse, fuckboy billy, sad boy billy

I hope all of you end up enjoying the fic!! <3

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Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Series)

Chapter Two: Just the Two of Us

part one! part three!

(A/N: i know billy may be slightly out of character, but this is just for fun! i think most people, especially people as young as billy was, are capable of being kind and loving if they’re shown how to do those things, and he clearly wasn’t. this is just a silly little story that i’m writing for myself, and i’m glad other people can also enjoy it! so thank you so much for all of the love on chapter one! hearing appreciation for my writing is what inspires me to create more. so thank you so much, and enjoy chapter two!!!!)

*****

It was strange. Billy usually found himself annoyed with people around 10 minutes into meeting them. Sometimes quicker, and that seemed to be happening more often in Hawkins than California.

Not with his new friends, though.

Lunch was actually fun. Jonathan had accepted him so quickly, immediately launching into a story about when he was locked in the bathroom during a fire drill. Billy felt like he could actually be himself, open up (very slightly as he didn’t really know these people) to the first people to be genuinely kind to him in years.

He’d met Robin while walking (Y/N) to her next class after lunch. Her ramblings were pretty funny and she wasn’t intimidated by the older boy. Actually, she seemed to embrace him rather quickly.

“All I’m saying is if you want my mom to like you, let her pay for the pizza. Otherwise, she’ll think you’re calling her poor.” They were discussing Saturday night, the day after Halloween.

“Can I give her some Halloween candy I stole from Mike, Lucas, Will, and Dustin?”

“Yeah, or we can just eat it.”

“Who’s that?” Billy spoke up for the first time in awhile.

“They’re these kids I babysit sometimes.” A code word for saving the world together. “Very sweet, but so annoying.”

“They come in sometimes to play with the puppies at work. Bye, dorks.” Robin added, waving goodbye as she walked off to her class.

“I never did ask where you work, by the way.” Billy double checked his schedule, trying to find the correct room. He had spent the majority of the previous day in the front office taking placement tests.

“You couldn’t see the logo on my scrubs last night?” (Y/N) teased, her tone light.

“It was obstructed by mud, doll.”

“I work at the animal shelter. You should definitely come by sometime.” She stopped walking, finally arriving at her class.

“This is your class?” Billy was grinning from ear to ear.

She nodded.

“Well, I think I won the lottery, princess. It’s mine, too.”

He followed his friend (he liked to think of her as one) inside, the bell ringing as he took a seat next to her. He took a moment to take in her side profile, the gentle slope of her nose, the curve of her lips. Her eyelashes, which stuck out straight instead of curling up, hiding their length. Her hair was braided, falling over her shoulder. She chewed on her thumbnail as she waited for the teacher to come in.

She pretended she didn’t notice him staring.

“Hello, everyone. Sorry for being late.” An elderly lady walked in quickly. “Ms. Hopper, will you take attendance?”

(Y/N) was Mrs. Thompson’s absolute favorite. She had called the police once after she fell and became enamored with Hopper, who had come to check out the scene when his patrol officers were all busy. Hopper, having a heart of gold, decided to have dinner with the lonely old woman and he brought along his only daughter (at the time.) This had been years ago, and she couldn’t believe that the sweet little girl who she had made brownies with was in her class.

“While attendance is being taken, we have a new student in our class. Mr. Hargrove, will you please come to the front?”

Now, normally, Billy would have just sat there and flipped off the teacher. But (Y/N) looked at him in such an expectant, hopeful manner that he couldn’t bring himself to disappoint her. So, he brought himself to his feet and stepped to the front of the room.

“Hi. I’m Billy.” Mrs. Thompson smiled and placed a hand on his arm.

“Where are you from?”

“California.”

She nodded, letting go of him. Looking around the class, all the girls (except the only one he actually knew) looked absolutely ravenous as they drank in his physicality. Playing with their hair, chewing gum, sitting perched in just a way to make their breasts stick out. The dudes looked intimidated, but overall curious. He walked back to his seat, feeling slightly ridiculous, but any sense of embarrassment flew out of the window when (Y/N) flashed him a toothy grin and held out her fist for a bump.

He obliged.

*****

“What’s bothering you?” Robin slid up to her best friend, placing a caring hand on her back.

“What? Who said something’s wrong with me?”

“Uh, your expression? You’ve been frowning at that inventory report for the past 10 minutes. What’s up?”

(Y/N) took a deep breath.

“My dad didn’t come home last night. Do you think you could ask your mom to drive me by the station on your way home? I can ask one of the officers for a ride if he’s not there.” She chewed her thumbnail, eyes downcast. She hated asking for help.

“Of course! He’s probably just busy, you know? Although, it’s weird he didn’t call. But don’t you live out in like the middle of the woods? Do you guys even have a phone? Maybe he was getting laid! That’s gross. Although, he probably needs it.”

Listening to Robin brought a sense of rationality to (Y/N). Hopper was probably fine, and if she couldn’t find him today, she could ask Eleven to find him. Although, if something bad did happen to him, she really didn’t want El to see that. She’d seen enough bad shit, and it always made her feel bad to see her little sister’s nose bleed.

The shift carried on pretty gracefully. A chihuahua bit Robin, but she just laughed it off, and a new cat was found in the alley behind the local church. The dog food shipment was running late, so Robin had to call their supplier and chew them out, and the cat food supplier sent the wrong brand, so (Y/N) called them and complained as well.

At around 15 minutes until the end of their shift, the one and only Billy Hargrove strolled in.

“Evening, ladies.” He smiled as soon as he spotted them.

His smile seemed extremely perfected, like he had spent a pretty good amount of time in the mirror rehearsing it. She figured he had some stupid name for it, too, like ‘the Ladykiller’, or ‘the Pantysoaker’. It was manufactured to impress girls, not to actually show joy.

“Hello, Billy. Come to clean the kennels?” She chided, not looking up from her adoption reports.

“You know me so well. I love cleaning up dog shit.” He leaned against the counter and looked down at her papers. She snatched them away from his gaze.

“Confidential.”

“Yeah, you’d be fucked if I knew who adopted Mr. Mittens, huh?”

“Royally. Now, do you wanna see some dogs?”

He nodded and started to lead him to the back area where the dogs were kept. Robin just kept reading her book.

“Do you have any old dogs?” He wasn’t sure why, but he’d always had a soft spot for geriatric animals. His mother had an old ass border collie and as a kid, Billy would fall asleep on the dog nearly every night.

“Yeah! There’s this one dog, we don’t really know her breed, but I would guess she’s part lab part pitbull? Anyway, she’s around 10 and she’s so sweet and sleepy. She’s in the green room, actually.”

She felt excited, showing him a part of her life, even if visitors weren’t allowed to see dogs this late. There was something about him that just screamed out at her, begging her to keep digging and find out what he was keeping under the surface. Maybe it was the way he glanced around nervously but immediately mustered up the confidence of 10 men as soon as he realized he was caught.

Christ, she’d known him 2 days at this point and was already feeling poetic about the whole thing.

“Hello, Peach!” She knelt next to a tan and white dog that rested in the corner of her kennel. It was actually pretty spacious, and she had multiple toys and food bowls around the area.

“Her name is Peach?” He thought it suited her pretty well as the dog slowly walked over to (Y/N), legs shaky but eyes excited.

“Thank you! I picked it.” She unlocked the kennel door and stepped inside, waving Billy to follow.

They sat on the floor with Peach and spent a good amount of time loving on her. She very much appreciated it, especially when Billy scratched that one spot behind her ears. No words were said to each other, only loving phrases toward the old dog.

“Who’s a good girl? Are you a good girl? Aw, you’ve got such pretty eyes.” Billy cooed, losing all sense of cool as the dog’s tail wagged faster than ever. He knew (Y/N) wouldn’t judge him anyway, so he moved to where he was laying on the floor, both hands petting Peach.

“I hate to break up this absolutely adorable moment, but my shift ended 5 minutes ago. I really need to clock out or I’ll get in a ton of trouble.” (Y/N) stood, holding a hand out to help Billy up. He took it, mostly using his own legs to stand but appreciably smiling at her.

“I always forget how much I love dogs.” The smile didn’t leave his face as they left the green room. He waited for her she clocked out, watching her speak to Robin for a minute, seemingly arguing about something. He couldn’t help the way his ears picked up his own name.

“Just ask Billy!”

“No, he drove me yesterday.”

“You think he doesn’t want an excuse to parade that little Camaro around?!”

“You just don’t want to ask your mom to drive me.”

“I can want two things!”

Billy wondered if (Y/N)‘s dad didn’t come home again. He hadn’t even met the guy and his opinion of the police chief was starting to sour.

She walked up to him, her hands behind her back and chin up high. Her eyes were closed as if she was gathering courage and, unbeknownst to Billy, she was flipping Robin off behind her back.

“Hey, Billy. Look, I’m so sorry to ask you for this, but my dad didn’t come home again and I was just wondering if you could drop me by the police station? I can have an officer take me home, so don’t worry about that.”

Billy checked his watch. It was 7:10, and his curfew was 8 on school nights. He figured he could make it, and even if he didn’t, Neil could honestly go to hell. He’d just sleep in his car and deal with the consequences another day, hopefully on a day that Max had already fucked up.

“Sure, princess. You don’t have to look so embarrassed.” He winked and opened the passenger door for her. It took every ounce of willpower in his body not to look at her ass as she slid into the seat.

As he walked around and got into his own, she had already started hyperventilating.

“I am embarrassed because now my dad looks shitty when he’s actually wonderful, and I’m upset because I don’t know where he is, and I’m nervous because I’m just a nervous person in general, and I’m tired because I didn’t sleep last night waiting up for him, and I’m angry because he hasn’t fucking called, and this whole situation is just turning into a huge clusterfuck!” She slammed her hands on the dashboard and started crying.

“Hey, doll, it’s alright. We’re gonna head over there and check this shit out, alright?”

“I promise I’m not usually so needy.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you were.”

Billy started to drive, already mostly knowing his way around the town after spending so much time just aimlessly driving. She turned the music up and hummed as she stared out the window.

She was absolutely terrified at the thought of Hopper being missing, of the Hawkins Lab shit coming back. She was even more terrified at the thought of taking care of Eleven by herself, something she was willing to do, but not exactly excited about.

Billy, on the other hand, was confused. He’d never enjoyed doing things for other people in California. He liked to keep to himself and pretend to care just enough to get laid. Honestly, the girls didn’t mind what he said much, anyway. They were honestly just as cruel to him as he was in return. He was just a hot bad boy to them, a way to rebel against society. Eventually, they’d all marry their band nerd high school sweetheart, and Billy would probably end up in jail or dead. At least, that’s what Neil loved to point out. ‘Walking STD’ was a favorite name of Neil’s, and Billy absolutely hated it.

“Thank you, Billy. Honestly.” She unbuckled and started to open the door, but stopped when Billy opened his own. “Why are you getting out?”

“I’m coming with. You know, in case something happened?”

They stared at each other for a moment. Her eyes were glassy, still not completely finished crying. His were intense and grounding as she steeled herself to enter the police station. She took a few deep breaths, still staring intently into his baby blues and she nodded.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

They walked towards the double doors of the station and she gripped the sleeve of his denim jacket.

“Everybody knows me in here, so we should probably be able to tell what’s happening just based on their reactions.”

She took it as a good sign that no one had pulled her out of class with bad news.

“After you.” He pulled open the door for her and she stepped in.

“(Y/N)! What are you doing here?” The receptionist, Gloria, beamed at the pair.

“Hey, Gloria. Listen, my dad hasn’t been home in a few days and I was just curious if you’d seen him?”

“Oh, yes! He’s been hard at work with some infected pumpkins. It’s pretty silly if you ask me, but he’s been trying to get to the bottom of it. I think he’s actually in his office if you need him!”

“I’ll be in the car if you need me.” Billy sent (Y/N) a reassuring smile and left as she walked towards her dad’s office.

The door opened loudly, waking a sleeping Hopper at his desk.

“Are you kidding me? You don’t come home last night and when I come to find you you’re sleeping at your desk?” She was angry all over again, but still relieved he was okay.

“I told Gloria to call you at work so you could find a ride home.” He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

“Well, clearly she didn’t! We were so worried about you! And I had to walk home, until some jackass splashed me and I got a ride!” She slammed her hands against his desk.

“From who?” He looked up from whatever the hell he was doing, now getting mad himself.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters—”

“It absolutely does matter. What, because you didn’t want to walk home, you’re gonna put her in danger?” There was a rule against saying Eleven’s name public.

“I was covered in muddy water and it was 45 fucking degrees outside!”

“Language! And I don’t care how cold you were, you could have put her in danger.”

“So, freezing to death isn’t danger? Walking 10 miles alone at night isn’t danger? Having a fucking—”

“Language.”

“—panic attack because I’m thinking you’re dead isn’t danger? You’re gonna put me at risk because you’re too lazy to actually call me yourself?!”

“I was walking around 3 different pumpkin patches for 5 hours last night. I told Gloria to call you. I did my job! You can not blame me for her not doing hers.”

“Your job is to be my father. When you remember that, we’ll be glad to have you home.”

She stormed out, slamming the door as hard as she could behind her, satisfied when she heard a picture frame fall off the wall. Walking as fast as she could, she carried herself out of the station and into the parking lot to where Billy was waiting.

He looked at her frazzled state as she entered the car. He could tell from her expression that things didn’t go well.

“Drive, please.”

*****

Hopper had returned at about 2 am, completely exhausted. He used his keys, not wanting to wake the girls as he let himself in.

He set down his keys and shrugged off his jacket before looking around. The TV was still on, but the girls were nowhere in sight. He ventured deeper into the house, stopping outside Eleven’s room. As he opened the door, his heart rate quickened when he noticed she wasn’t in there.

“Oh, fuck.”

He dashed into his older daughter’s room, sighing in relief as he saw both girls cuddled together in the bed. Eleven’s arms were wrapped tightly around her sister, their faces looking so peaceful as they slept. He took a moment to just stare at them and kneeled next to the bed. He took one of their hands each and just held them for a minute. He felt extremely guilty, especially for how he treated (Y/N) in his office. She was right. He should have called her himself, but he was caught up in the case again. He felt so ashamed for making her walk alone at night. He knew how dangerous it was out there, and he knew he could never forgive himself, even if nothing bad actually happened to her. He started to cry softly and kissed each girl’s hand.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I love you.”

He sat for a few more moments just reminiscing on all of the good moments he had with them. Driving (Y/N) to the zoo and seeing how absolutely batshit insane she went over all of the animals, baking a cake with Eleven, watching bad movies with the both of them way too late at night and laughing way too much. He wouldn’t ever take them for granted, and he would always come home to them.

He stood, walking towards the door.

“I love you, too.” (Y/N) spoke softly, snuggling into her sister even more as she went back to sleep.

He’d really hit the jackpot when it came to his daughters.

*****

The next day was Halloween, and no one at Hawkins High really acknowledged it besides a few parties happening that night. Billy had obviously been invited to them all, but Jonathan and (Y/N) hadn’t. Not that they cared, and even if they had been asked, they wouldn’t go. They were both planning on being with their younger siblings.

“Come on. I’ll even wear a matching costume with you.” Billy begged her.

“Where are you even going to get one? I’m pretty sure all the stores are sold out.” She took a bite of her sandwich.

“I’ll make one.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“Since when can you sew?” Jonathan laughed, finally looking up from his homework.

“You really need to do your homework at night. I’m getting sick of seeing your chicken-scratch while I’m eating.” She lightly pushed the notebook, causing Jonathan to roll his eyes.

“Look, you guys come to the party with me for 10 minutes. Then I’ll drive you both home. Deal?”

She took a second to consider. She really did want to spend the evening with El. And having a night of fun with her family would be a good way to get over the argument with Hopper. But on the other hand, she had never been to a party. Steve had offered to bring her a few times, but she always declined.

She looked at Jonathan. The perk of being friends with someone for 10 years was being able to communicate with only the eyes.

He gave an ‘it’s up to you’ glance and went back to his work.

“5 minutes.”

“Deal.” Billy grinned.

*****

Hopper was actually very open to his daughter going to a party. He figured she needed to just let off some steam and be a teenager for awhile. Plus, he really didn’t want to watch whatever horror movie she would subject them to in the spirit of the holiday.

Billy pulled up to the cabin (rather, an area about 5 minutes of walking away, as Hopper didn’t want to risk anything) and couldn’t believe his luck as his eyes landed on her.

She was wearing a knee-length black dress with a light blue sweater over the top. It wasn’t revealing in the slightest, but the way her hair fell over her shoulder, the way he could see the reflection of the moon in her eyes was absolutely maddening.

He wasn’t wearing a costume either, just some jeans and a leather jacket. He opted for no shirt, a decision that didn’t really make sense for October, but a decision nonetheless.

He really couldn’t figure out what it was about her that was so amazing to him. He’d admired her honestly and wit, sure, and she was obviously beautiful. He liked how intwined with his own life she had become, and how she wasn’t ashamed of letting him in. He liked how he knew she would accept him no matter what. But he didn’t know what compelled him to stop that night, what made him insist on taking her home. He had never done something like that before. Fate, possibly, or divine intervention had to be it.

“Let’s get going. I plan on being back within the hour.” She gave him a wicked grin as she pulled open the door and slid into the increasingly familiar seat.

“Not even gonna tell me how beautiful I look?” He teased, putting the car into drive.

“Nah. You already know it.”

They talked for a bit on the drive, mostly just teasing back and forth and giving directions to Jonathan’s house. He wanted to reach over and grab her hand, her thigh, anything.

She, however, was very anxious about the whole thing. She didn’t want to go now that she was in the car, on the way. She was thinking of every possible bad scenario, everything that could go wrong.

“You okay?” Billy asked, turning onto Jonathan’s street.

“Just anxious.” She but her thumbnail.

“About?”

“What if there’s a pool and I get pushed in?”

“Why are you even thinking about that?” He parked beside the house she pointed at.

“Because that’s how my brain works.”

Jonathan walked out, Will in tow. They were laughing as they walked to the car and as she rolled down the window.

“Hey, guys, I’m just gonna take Will to Mike’s so he can go trick or treating. I’ll meet you there!” He smiled and turned around to his own car.

“Guess it’s just us for a bit, doll.” Billy grinned and sped off, secretly excited to spend a bit more time alone with her. It’s not that he didn’t like Jonathan. He really did, more than he expected to. It’s just, he really liked her too.

“Don’t get so excited. Five minutes and then we’re leaving.”

He didn’t really think she would only stay 5 minutes. Honestly, he really wanted to see what she was like around other people. Was the special treatment (like sharing lunches and crying in the car) reserved for him? Or was she like this with everyone? He certainly treated her better than he did most people.

“Sure, princess.”

*****

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Back to me. - a Billy Hargrove's series (Prologue).

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x f! Reader.

Genres : heavy smut, heavy angst, major character death (?).

General Warnings : nsfw. angst. swearing (a lot). fluff. smoking. use and mention of drugs & alcohol. violence. mention of child abuse.

A/N : I love Billy very much, and I had this one in mind for a few days, hence the series. I'll add the chapters' titles soon, and I'll try to update at least once a week! For the sake of the plot, Nancy, Steve, Robin & Jonathan are 19 and in their last year of high-school; even if I know that they should graduate around 18. Also, Billy is 20, just like the reader, and they both had to repeat a year. It's all to make it easier for me.

+ It won't follow the Stranger Things 's main plot, so you'll get Brenner here even if my story takes place ~ 1984. I will mix some things up purposely, and I will also not make some stuff happen (ex : Billy's situation in s3. It is gonna be slightly different.) So don't be surprised if things seem different from the main plot, I arranged everything so that it could work out for me!

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Years after leaving Hawkins, you came back to unravel the truth and discover what really happened to your missing father –you knew, deep down, that he wasn't gone. And despite sensing that something was off, nothing could have prepared you for what you would have to face there. 

But love comes from chaos, right…? In all this mess, you found him, and maybe Billy Hargrove wasn't as bad as people described him –maybe he just needed to be saved, too.

In a game of secrets, lies and forgotten promises, will you be able to uncover the truth? 

Because sometimes, saying goodbyes means forever. Because you discovered quickly that unlike movies, there wasn't a second chance. And because you were always so keen to save everyone, but who would save you?

Chapters Index : TBA.

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the hurt is good

part i part ii part iii part iv part v part vi

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 3,705

warnings: swearing, brief mentions of blood/anxious lip picking, anxiety attack, talk of self-harming behaviors, mentions of abuse/toxic relationships/neil, fluff

a/n: wow. hi! i’m sorry it took so long for me to get this out. school has been a lot lately. thank you for all the positive feedback on the previous parts and for sticking around! also this isn’t the last part. i lied. there will be one more. anyhow there’s a lot of heavy stuff in this part, but also a lot of love. i hope you enjoy it and maybe find something in it. love you loads and loads <3333

before you read, listen to: when it’s cold i’d like to die by moby and/or slipping through my fingers by ABBA

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Billy did not hear from you yesterday, or the day before that. He hasn’t been worried, per say, because it’s not like he’ll die if he can’t speak to you at all times.

But today, on the third day, he starts to be a little upset by the absence of you.

He really doesn’t like it when it’s Nicky that calls him, rather than you.

“Are you busy today, hon’?” Her voice is sweet as always.

“No, I’m not,” Billy tells her. He licks his lips, a little uneasy.

“Do you think you could come over for a while?”She asks. “Y/N just left, which is big, but she’s going out with some old friends, and I’m a little worried. She had a really hard time getting over them, and I’ve got somewhere to be for awhile and I just don’t want her to be alone after all of this.”

Nicky stops, inhaling. She realizes she’s been rambling to her poor boy. She starts to apologize, and Billy stops her, laughing a little.

“I can do that, yeah. Who was she having lunch with? If you don’t mind me asking.”

He can hear Nicky sigh.

“Nancy.”

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Billy is on your front steps when you pull up. He’s smoking, but he stomps it out when he sees you.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he says.

Your hands are shaking so bad that you drop your keys. Billy picks them up for you, and it’s only when he looks you over that he realizes something’s not right.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

You’re wringing your hands continuously, as if trying to prevent doing something else. He steps closer to you, because you’re biting his lip, and he goes to pull it free like he always does.

There’s blood on the tip of his thumb when he pulls it away.

“Y/N, you’ve made yourself bleed.”

You lick your lips, tasting metal. You blink at him. Billy looks closer at your mouth, realizing there’s a welt and that it’s swollen on one side.

“Come on and let me clean it up, okay?”

You nod and let the boy lead you inside your home. Billy tries to get you to sit on the counter, but you stop him.

“I just need a second,” you say.

It’s the first thing you’ve said to him thus far, and Billy finds himself relieved to hear your voice, even if the shakiness of it matches that of your hands.

You use your hands to brace yourself against the counter, leaning your head forward to face the floor. You close your eyes and try to breathe.

Billy doesn’t know what to do, so he rubs his hand up and down the curve of your spine. It feels warm against your back.

He kisses the crown of your head and suddenly you straighten, a slightly panicked look in your eye, though Billy can tell you’re trying to repress it.

“I need you to help me,” you tell him, running your hands down your face.

“Anything,” Billy says, worried over your state of being.

“I’m having an anxiety attack and I need you to help calm me down because my heart is beating so fast that I feel like I can’t breathe and everything is shaking and I just—I just, I need you.”

“To talk to me or something. I need you to be here with me for a minute.”

“Okay.” He doesn’t need convincing.

Billy brings his hands to your face, stroking his thumbs over your unusually warm cheeks. His eyes dart all over you.

“Look at me,” he says.

You nod, locking your eyes with his. You study his eyelashes, the way they kiss at the corners and leave shadows on the tops of his cheeks in the light.

“Breathe with me.”

“Okay.”

In and out. In and out. You focus on the way Billy is breathing, and that seems to help. You watch the steady rise and fall of his chest rather than worrying about the feeling in yours.

“How long do they usually last?” Billy inquires. “The heart palpitations.”

“Little while. Half hour, little less, little more. Depends on if I can get myself calmed down.”

Billy presses his lips to your forehead, keeping them there for a moment. They’re chapped, but it’s still chilly outside, so it makes sense. The cold is the same reason for the cracks in the skin on the back of your hands.

“Sit up on the counter for me, baby. I’m gonna get you some water, okay? I’ll be right back, I promise.”

You do as he says, balancing yourself on the edge of the bathroom vanity. Your tongue darts out to swipe over your lip, and Billy was right. You can feel the swelling and the welt he mentioned.

You’ve always done it when stressed or uncomfortable. It’s not always this bad though. You just kept going and going after lunch today, even after it had started to bleed.

The boy returns as he’d said he would, a glass of water in hand. He gives it to you and watches to make sure you’re successfully drinking.

“Can I look at it?” Billy gestures vaguely in the direction of your lip.

“Uh huh.” You fight the urge to cover your mouth like you have before, like when your mother has noticed it’s scabbed.

Billy uses his thumb to press on your lip, examining the damage you’ve done to it. He’s chewed his before when anxious, but never like this. But he guesses he’s expressed these feelings you’re having in other ways.

He takes the change to pull at your lip a little too, noticing you’ve torn at the inside just as well as the outside.

“It hurt?”

You snort. “No. Feels great.”

Billy rolls his eyes at you, and then he’s feeling around in his pockets. You take another big sip of water while you’re observing him. It’s almost empty, so you decide to finish it. He waits for you to do so.

When you have, Billy swipes his pinky along the edge of your mouth to catch a drop of water. He presents what he’d been searching for: a little pot of chapstick. He figures if you’ve got something on your lips you can’t fuck them up as easily.

“You gonna let me put this on you?” He asks, features soft.

“Kiss it better first?”

Billy smirks, proud of your ability to flirt with him.

“I shouldn’t. Should leave it alone until it heals some.”

You pout.

He kisses you anyways.

When he pulls away, he unscrews the lid to the balm and you hook your fingers in his belt loops. He dips his index finger in and brings it to your mouth, spreading it over the sore spot and then over the remaining expanse of your lips.

You rub them together after he’s finished.

“Thank you.” Billy nods, returning the container to the depths of his jean pockets.

“Will you tell me what’s got you so worked up?” He helps you off of the counter. You leave the bathroom and head to your bedroom. He follows without a second thought.

You gesture for him to sit down, but you remain standing so that you can pace as you speak.

“I saw Nancy today.”

“Yeah?” Billy knows this, and you know he does, but he wants you to let it all out.

“Yeah,” you start. “She asked me how I was doing. I told her that I was doing okay.”

“And she said ‘You must be doing better if you’re out by yourself, doing big girl stuff.’ What the fuck does that even mean, Billy?” It’s a rhetorical question. One he doesn’t answer.

“She made it sound like I was incapable of being anything but a loner. Like I can’t take care of myself or something? It just got me thinking about how she always thought I was so odd for not being like her.”

Billy wishes you would sit down. Your pacing is stressing him out.

“Then Nancy asked me if I was seeing anyone, and I said you.”

You sit, and Billy’s shoulders relax.

“She acted surprised, Billy.”

“She said, ‘I guess I’m just shocked. I guess I thought he wasn’t someone that really dated.’ And then, ‘You know, I know we aren’t really close anymore, but you could so do better than him.’”

You’re standing again. Billy realizes that you’re pissed off. He’s never seen you this way before. He kind of likes it.

“And she’s basing this off of, what, one interaction she’s had with you? Whatever she hears around school? Shit, she doesn’t even know you. She doesn’t even know me anymore, and the fact that she’s just blatantly giving me relationship advice?”

“Billy, I yelled at her.”

He laughs. Tosses his head back and laughs. He wishes he could’ve seen you rip Nancy Wheeler a new one. In fact, he would’ve paid to do so.

You start grinning at him. He’s so proud of you.

“I just—she made me so mad and I just started shouting at her. It just felt so unfair, the way she was acting. I only agreed to go today because I thought I might get closure after feeling forgotten about for so long. And I told her that.”

“She claimed she didn’t forget about me, but that she just ‘found a different social circle.’ Fuck! So I told her that she had no right telling me what to do with my life when she sure as shit never cared before. And I couldn’t let her talk about you either.”

You finish, setting your hands on your hips. Billy stands and takes your face into his hands again.

“I’m proud of you, Y/N. That you went out today and then stood up for yourself. The yelling is pretty badass too. And I appreciate you defending me. It’s nice to know you’d do that even when I’m not there.”

“Of course I would.” You grab his hand and kiss his palm. “Thank you.”

He nods. “So how come you fucked up your lip then?”

“Trying to deal with it, I guess. I felt bad the whole way home. Like maybe I’d been a bitch or something.”

“Hey, no. You aren’t a bitch for wanting better and for saying so.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m positive.”

The both of you have been so caught up in handling this that you didn’t hear Nicky come home, or wander through the house putting groceries away. You only realize she’s there when her voice comes from across the hall.

“He’s right, honeybee! Not a bitch!” She exclaims, and then she’s shutting the door to her room. She just needed to make sure you heard that. She’s proud of you too.

You bury your face in Billy’s neck and he’s laughing so much that you have to move your head.

“I hate you both.”

“I bet you do. Guess you won’t need any make-it-better kisses then.”

“Asshole.”

“Yeah. Nope. No more.”

“Please?” You grab hold of his hips.

Billy stares at you. He’s going to break. You both know it. But he can’t resist the urge to pretend like he won’t, just for a second.

He kisses you, once, twice.

When he pulls away he puts an arm around you, his hand resting on the small of your back. His fingertips slip just underneath the waistband of your jeans. Suddenly he looks very serious.

“Have you done that before?” He asks. You know what he means. And you know the answer.

“Yes,” you say. Billy closes his his for just a second. Something about composure.

“Do you—is it to hurt yourself?”

You’re quiet for a moment, thinking. Trying to articulate a response to this. It’s an anxious habit, sure. Sometimes you’re picking at your lip without even realizing, and you quit when you do.

But other times, maybe that is the case. You pick and bite until your lip is bleeding, until it’s swollen, until it hurts to eat or drink.

“Sometimes.”

Billy inhales and you can see the way his chest shakes.

“Talk to me,” he says. He thinks about chewing on his thumb nail or lighting up. It’s the same thing. A coping mechanism.

“I usually do it if I feel like I need to shut everything out. It’s a distraction from big feelings. Maybe like a punishment if I feel stupid or if I’ve embarrassed myself.”

“You ever told anyone this before?” Billy has pulled you closer than you thought possible, his arm around your back snug like he’s afraid to let you go.

“Just you.”

Billy feels a pang in his chest at that. Just you. Him.

“I don’t want you to shut them out anymore. You feel something big, you talk to me about it, yeah?”

“Okay.” You look so vulnerable. Like he’s looking at a part of yourself you’ve never shown anyone before.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Will you work on this with me?”

“Only if you work on the smoking with me.”

Billy rests his forehead against yours, exhales through his nose.

“Okay.”

————

Billy’s staying the night again. You’re in the shower, so he’s sitting at the counter in your kitchen. He offered to help Nicky fix dinner or wash dishes or do something, but she downright refused.

He’s turned his head to look at a picture of you on the counter. Your senior picture. You look so pretty.

This means that the side of his face is in Nicky’s direct line of sight. The side that Neil hit. He side that’s bruised, despite his hoping it wouldn’t.

Nicky looks up, feeling a jolt in her chest. Something in her just knows. If Billy had been in a fight, you would’ve told her. She knows you would’ve. But if it was a non-school fight, those chances are slim.

She knows. Every cell in her body screams with it.

“Billy, honey? Can I ask you something?”

The boy turns back to face your mother, spinning the ring on his middle finger around and around. “Sure.”

She moves to face the sink so as to not embarrass him.

“How long?”

Billy’s fingers freeze. She knows. Of course she knows. He thinks about pretending he doesn’t have clue what she means. But he knows she’d see right through that.

He buries his face in his hands. “Since I was a kid. Since he couldn’t take it out on my mom anymore.”

Nicky sets the plate she’d been holding down to dry and drains the water from the sink. Dishes can wait.

“Billy, you don’t have to hide from me. You’re safe here. I think we’ve made that pretty clear, sweetheart.”

The boy straightens and sits on his hands.

“I’m assuming Y/N knows? Probably already looked at it?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

Nicky approaches the other side of the counter from where he sits and clasps her hands. “You know that you can come here anytime you need to, right?”

“I know.”

“Y/N said Max is your step-sister. Is your father aggressive towards her or your step-mother?”

Billy hates being asked these questions but for some reason he feels no urge to fight it. He knows Nicky means no harm and only wants the best for him.

“He’s never laid a hand on Max, no. I wouldn’t let that happen. I’m not really around Susan much, though, but I’ve never seen her with anything or heard him do anything. He screams at her sometimes, though. He’s a piece of shit. He doesn’t treat her any better than he did my mom. They deserve better. Both of them.”

Nicky quirks a brow. “And you don’t?”

Billy’s breath catches. “I don’t know.”

“You do. You deserve the world, hon’.”

Billy blinks, hard. “Thank you.”

“Just telling you the truth, kiddo.”

Nicky goes quiet for a moment, playing with her own rings. One of them you got for her when you were twelve. It has her birthstone set into it.

“You’re eighteen, Billy. Technically your dad doesn’t have any claims to you anymore.” She’s slowly plotting, a steady stream of thoughts forming in her mind.

“Supposing you want to stay with Max, or even in your own home—because I can’t imagine you’d want to be uprooted again—do you think that Susan is capable of taking care of herself and the both of you? Say if Neil weren’t around?”

Billy contemplates this. He’s trying to get past the knowledge that there’s an adult in his life actively and genuinely trying to help him and make sure he’s safe. No one’s ever had a heart-to-heart with him like this. Frankly, he’s at a loss.

“I suppose so. I mean she took care of Max before. And Max was a pretty happy kid, I think. You know, internally. If you look past the sarcasm.”

Nicky laughs. It’s the kind of sound that you miss when you haven’t heard it in awhile.

“I think Max only got sort of reclusive once Neil came in and sort of pushed her dad out. I don’t think I helped either. But yeah, I-I think she could. Take care of us.”

“And I feel wrong saying this, because she’s not my mother, and it’s her life, but I think she needs better. If she wants Max back then she needs to leave Neil. Because Susan is losing Max. I can see it.”

Billy hears the shower shut off from down the hall, the sound of the curtain being pushed aside.

“What if I talked to Susan? Would that make you uncomfortable? Maybe I can get through to her. About Neil. And I can talk to Max, or I can back off.”

He hears the bathroom door open. Sees a flash of you across the hallway in a towel, then the slam of your own bedroom door. It makes him laugh.

Nicky knows exactly what you’ve done. You’ve done the same thing since you were a kid. It warms her heart to see him laugh at little things like that.

“No. It wouldn’t make me uncomfortable,” Billy says. “I would appreciate that, actually. But maybe let me talk to Max first?”

“Anything you need, honey. And I want you to know that this is a safe space, okay? If you ever need somewhere to stay. And the same goes for Max. If she needs to get away or anything.”

Billy looks up at Nicky and she has the kindest smile he’s ever seen. He knows she means everything she’s saying.

He has the urge to hug her and so he does. He hasn’t had a mom to hug in so long.

————

Billy’s driving again. It seems this is the only time he can get himself to talk about the hard stuff with her.

“Max.”

“Huh?” She’s reading a comic book. He doesn’t know how she does that. He’d probably hurl.

“Nicky wants to help Susan leave Neil.”

Max doesn’t move or close the comic, but she does stare at the page for an awfully long time. “So what does that mean?”

“I don’t know, exactly. But I was wondering…do you want me to leave too? Or can I stay?”

Billy has never sounded this raw and emotional around her before. It’s enough to make her face him.

“You think you have to leave?”

“I don’t know if you or Susan are going to want me to stay.”

Max sighs. “I want you to stay. It’d be weird to not have someone in the next room with horrible music playing. Do you want to go?”

“No,” he says, fingers gripping the steering wheel.

“Then stay.”

Stay.

————

“So you’ve verbally brutalized two of the Wheeler women in the last couple of weeks?”

You’re laying on Max’s bed. You can’t help but notice it’s softer than Billy’s but you try not to ponder that for too long.

Susan and Neil aren’t here.

“I wonder if Mike knows this. That he’s got a predatory mother.”

“I don’t know.” You roll onto your back and stare at the posters on her walls.

“If it helps,” she says, pasting a new sticker on her skateboard, “I never liked Nancy anyways. Kinda bitchy.”

You snort, looking at her sticker as she presents it to you. “Very nice,” you say.

“Lucas got it for me.”

“That was sweet of him.”

This time she snorts.

There’s the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. “Uh oh,” you say. “The beast has awoken.”

Max laughs hard enough that she has to slap a hand over her mouth when he appears in the doorway.

Billy looks at you with a scowl on his face before approaching Max’s bed. He flops down on top of you and buries his face in your neck.

“You left me,” he says.

It’s true. You’d been in his room with him, snuggling, though he refuses to call it that. He’d fallen asleep on you, but you didn’t have a book or anything, so after a while, spine aching, you slipped out and left him to nap.

A glance at Max and she’s making a gagging motion at you. You glare toward the sticker she just put on and she rolls her eyes, cornered.

“You fell asleep. I wanted you to rest. And my back started to hurt.” Billy grunts, and you notice the mess that his hair has become. You point it out to Max. She starts grinning and so do you, and it’s as if he can sense it.

“Stop.”

“Not doing anything.”

Billy lifts his head to look at you, brow furrowed and eyes puffy with sleep. There are even sheet marks on the side of his face.

“You’re conspiring.” He collapses back into your chest. “Little shits, both of you.”

You laugh and he whines again because you’ve jostled him.

You look at Max and she crosses her legs over Billy’s back, using her brother as a foot rest. He’s too sleepy to complain. She puts a pillow under her head and settles in, seemingly ready to take her own nap.

Shit, you think. Might as well. And you close your eyes too, petting Billy’s hair as you do. He smiles into you. You can feel it.

And it’s the best nap you’ve ever had.

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She's A Runner - Part Seven

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summary the claws are out. the heels dug in. you couldn't be angrier and the same goes for billy. a pair of powderkegs waiting to blow. who will win?

warnings references to past sexual assault, cursing, trauma response behavior, angst, relationship drama, smut, fluff

word count 6,470

note apologies for the delay in getting this out to you guys. my new semester has started and its taken a while to get school stuff under control. chapters will be out just not as frequently as had been during the summer. Inspired by Billy Squier’s She’s A Runner

Part Five / Part Six

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You lazily pulled into the parking lot the next morning, the radio drowning your thoughts as you parked in your usual spot.

You sat there a moment thinking. Petey watching you timidly from the passenger's seat as you backed the car out again, repositioning it before killing the engine.

Getting out and locking the doors you admired your handiwork. The back half of your car angled nearly forty-five degrees into the adjacent slot.

Into Billy's spot.

"Let's go..." you said coldly to Petey as you gave his shoulder a small shove.

As you walked down the hill towards the high school, a loud whining horn of protest echoed through the air. You straightened your back and walked inside.

Serves you right, you asshole.

Your little stunt made Billy late to First Period, panting as he sprinted in the door at the last moment. Taking his seat, his eyes ripped into your form, seething.

Lips pulled in a taught sneer behind your textbook, you ignored him. Scribbling out your notes as Mr. Dawson began the lecture.

About ten minutes into the class a paper ball bounced onto your desk.

You stared at it a long moment before poking it away to the floor with the end of your pencil.

Another paper wad landed a few moments later. Followed by a third one.

You callously brushed them off your desk.

"Psssssst......" a familiar sound hit your ears.

You refused to look over, pressing your pencil harder to the notebook paper.

"Psssst.. Pssssst!" he was becoming incessant.

One final note landed on your desk.

"Pssssssssssst...!" he sounded desperate.

"Mr. Hargrove!" Mr. Dawson came to rest by your desk, picking up all the loose messages. "...Please leave your snake charming for after school..."

Your classmates started laughing, Billy sinking down in his seat, slapping his notebook shut in frustration.

He was going to get your attention today one way or another.

The bell rang and you packed up your bag, dodging out the door at the back of the classroom to avoid him.

You were actually doing a stellar job today avoiding Billy, but you could feel him everywhere.

His eyes were on you. It would only be a matter of time before the game ended and you would no longer have the upper hand.

That was until JJ offered to walk you to your next couple of classes. A locker door loudly slamming in the background.

You smiled subtly. Game won.

The day ended and Billy was nowhere. The camaro off to the far side of the hill by the school entrance.

You felt a little sad. A tad guilty. But your pride and anger quashed those feelings quickly.

Heading out to your car, a familiar figure was leaning against it. You groaned in annoyance.

"I have nothing to say to you..." you warned upon approach.

He huffed, lighting a cigarette as you unlocked your car tossing your bag inside.

"So you gonna be a bitch now?" he bit through pursed lips, holding onto his cigarette, the embers glowing as he inhaled.

You shot him a look but didn't answer, motioning with your hands for him to move.

He remained, taking a leisurely drag. You rolled your eyes.

If he wasn't going to move, he would when you peeled out.

Opening the driver's door, you went to step in as a hand clamped down on your wrist, stopping you. And for the first time today you looked Billy in the eyes.

"Let go..." you growled, flexing your wrist but not fighting him.

His gaze was intense, his expression angry, as he searched your features.

You swallowed nervously, you weren’t used to him looking at you this way.

He said nothing for a long while. It was as if he were fighting with himself for the right words to say.

“You should stay away from him...” he finally spoke, tapping his cig against the wheel well.

You quirked an eyebrow, “from who...? From JJ?”

Billy said nothing, taking a long pull in acknowledgment and slowly exhaling the smoke from his lungs.

Your temper was rising. 

He had some nerve. Telling you what to do. Who to see...

“You gonna hospitalize him too if I don’t?” you answered snidely, trying to pull away.

“Hey!” he barked, grip tightening, startling you. “This is serious shit, ok?” 

Rising off the car he closed the space between you. Reeling you in, practically nose to nose.

Your heart rate was skyrocketing, each beat echoing in your ears.

He was scaring you.

“You stay away from him, you hear me Y/N...” his eyes searing into yours. “You need to... stay. away.”

He released you.

Petey was staring from the other side of the car as you snatched your wrist back, pulling it to your chest and clambering into the car.

You hastily started the ignition, tears threatening to fall.

“You ok?” your brother asked glaring at Billy through the windshield.

“I’m fine...” you lied, thrusting into reverse and rushing out of the parking lot.

Smoking his cigarette down to the filter, Billy stood in the lot. Even after Max had arrived.

“What’s the matter?” she asked. 

Spitting rudely, he walked around to the driver’s side of the camaro, slamming the door after him.

“None of your fuckin business...” he grumbled, revving the engine as he drove off.

The following day, Friday, you didn’t see or hear from Billy. 

You were thankful for his absence as the day came and went.

A part of you thought that you may have to swallow your pride and hunt him down as much as you didn’t want to. But you battled yourself.

Feeling conflicted by having hurt Billy while also feeling righteous in your own about how he had confronted you yesterday in the parking lot.

You hated how all of this felt, locking eyes momentarily with him as he got into the camaro after school, driving away.

Saturday evening crept up on you, Petey being unusually helpful. Fetching your favorite earrings for you as you continued to mess with your hair in the bathroom mirror.

You were actually getting rather good at dolling yourself up from all the times you’d been out with Billy. Fluffing up the volume on the soft waves in your hair, you pinned back a section with the bobby pins held between your lips as the doorbell rang.

“I got it!” Petey shouted, bounding down the stairs. The front door opened and a voice started pleasantly chatting away with Petey down below.

Slipping on your black leather boots, you turned once and checked your reflection. It was as good as it was going to get.

Heading down the stairs your eyes met JJ’s as he rose from the couch, engrossed in a deep conversation with Petey about his open X-Men comics on the coffee table.

“Wow....” he breathed, eyes appraising you.

You smiled coyly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You look amazing!” he praised. 

Your face flushed as he leaned in and kissed your cheek sweetly.

“You gotta be back by 2...” Petey reminded you, as you pulled your jean jacket on. 

“I know...” you rolled your eyes. “Don’t burn the house down while I’m gone.”

“I knoooow...” he repeated obnoxiously as you took JJ’s hand and headed out the door. 

Helping you into his Ford Ranger, JJ started her up and headed off.

“I couldn’t say it in front of your kid brother, but... you look really hot...” he stated, pulling down the main road towards Tina’s.

“Oh?” you said shyly.

He chuckled. “Yeh. Didn’t know you wore things like that...” he snuck a glance at you as he turned the corner.

“Well I guess there’s a lot you don’t know about me...” you challenged.

A sly grin creased his lips. “That so huh?”

Pulling into the neighborhood, there were already cars lined down the street. JJ pulled up to some bare curb a block away. 

“Looks killer...” he commented, turning off the engine and opening his door.

The distant thumping of bass could already be heard as he came around and helped you out, wrapping his hands around your waist, he hoisted you down.

Tina’s house was large, and the front door was open as the two of you walked in. You first, JJ following behind, his hand on the small of your back.

He’d clearly been here before as he guided you through the front of the house to the larger living room located down a small flight of stairs near the back of the home.

There were so many people. People you’d never seen before. They had to be from different schools. But JJ seemed to know them all. High-fiving and shouting greetings over the music to anyone who came his way.

He was the polar opposite of Billy. A social butterfly. Widely liked and respected. Boisterous and outgoing. Friendly and warm.

“I’ll get us something to drink...” he said loudly in your ear. You shook your head ‘no’, but he didn’t seem to see it. Walking off.

“What the hell’re you doing here?” a voice harshly rasped in your ear.

You turned your head to meet a familiar pair of aquamarine eyes.

“Enjoying myself...” you answered petulantly, crossing your arms.

Billy licked his lips, an annoyed smile crossing his face.

“Funny... you told me you hated parties.”

“Well I thought I’d try again...” you lied, averting your gaze.

Billy shook his head in disbelief, taking a drink from the cup in his hand.

The whole week he’d been fuming. Irritated by you, the words you had spoken. 

The act you had pulled in the parking lot with JJ to try and make him jealous. Which you had.

And here you were at a party. A party you’d never wanted to go with him to ... Trussed up in a little black dress, with your damned eyes batting at anyone but him. 

It was enough to drive him through the roof. 

This was just more gas on the fire.

JJ returned with two cups in his hands, giving you one, which you reluctantly took. Billy looked at you accusingly.

Gas on the bonfire more like.

“Hargrove...” JJ acknowledged, toasting his cup before drinking.

“Johnson.” Billy replied with spite.

You looked at the contents in the drink nervously. You’d heard stories around school about the drinking that went on at Tina’s parties.

You’d never had a drop of anything touch your lips before.

What if it wasn’t just alcohol? Your mother warned you plenty of times about that.

“Something wrong?” JJ inquired, arm wrapping around your waist.

You stiffened slightly under his touch, his eyes watching you. His thumb tracing small circles in your side. You clenched your jaw to ground yourself.

“N-No... ‘course not.” you lied, “Just want to pace myself.” you smiled weakly.

“You gonna gawk at my date all night Hargrove...or we gonna have a problem?” JJ warned not so kindly.

Billy’s grip tightened around his cup, noticing your discomfort as JJ pulled you into his side.

“No... No problem...” he glared at JJ, looking at you one final time before walking away.

He had warned you. Told you to stay away. But you had made your choice.

And as much as it absolutely killed Billy to see you here. To see you standing with JJ.

He had to let you learn. After all... you said it yourself. You didn’t need him.

“Glad you shook him...” JJ mused, taking another drink. “You’re better off without him. You’ll see.”

You hummed a small reply. 

“You should really try this...” JJ encouraged you with a smile, tapping his cup against yours. “It’ll loosen you up a bit.”

You nodded feebly, lifting the cup to your lips and taking a small sip. The sweetly tart, punchy red liquid overwhelming your palate. 

You wrinkled your nose at the mix of tastes left on your tongue. Orange. Coconut. Pineapple. Lemon. And a few lower notes you couldn’t identify.

“C’mon, lets dance.” JJ pulled you by the waist and into the throng of people.

The music swallowed you as JJ spun you and dragged you in close, tilting the cup to your lips again.

You obligingly took a long drink. Drinking deeper than you intended. He didn’t let the cup down for a time, making you cough when he finally did. A satisfied smile on his face.

“How do you feel?” he yelled in your ear over the roar of the music.

“I’m supposed to feel something?” you asked naively.

He nodded, hands running over your hips as he pulled you flush against him.

You were starting to feel hot. The room was getting stuffy. Bodies were everywhere.

Spinning you again he pressed your back against him, his nose buried against the nape of your neck, smelling your hair. A finger tracing up the hem of your dress.

A chill ran through you, as his lips pressed against bare skin. Your head was swimming as he sent you for another turn.

“I... I need air.” you sputtered.

You sloppily pushed away from him, portions of your drink spilling over the rim of the cup as you headed for the nearest open doorway.

Walking out into the back yard you tossed your drink into a nearby planter, closing your eyes and breathing in the cool night air.

JJ appeared beside you slipping his arm around your shoulder. “Everything ok?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you pushed his arm off. “No it’s not...”

“I don’t like you touching me...”

JJ looked confused. “What?”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the garden wall to steady yourself. Your head feeling increasingly fuzzy.

“Why do you have to touch me so much?” you asked.

JJ smiled charmingly, “because I like you...” he closed the space between you, a hand grabbing your waist, the other around the back of your neck.

“You’re doing it again...” you complained.

“Doing what...?” he mumbled leaning in.

“It’s too much.” you stated.

He was pulling you close. Dipping his head. He was trying to kiss you.

You shoved him away.

“What the hell Y/N!?” JJ growled in irritation. “I thought you wanted this?”

“I said it’s too much!” you looked up at him, “you’re not listening!”

JJ looked off to the side, biting his cheek in annoyance before looking back.

“God what they say about you is true...” he brooded.

You raised an eyebrow, “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

JJ scoffed, “That you’re a prude. Damn frigid. No wonder you’re still a virgin.”

If only he really knew...what an ironic twist that’d be.

“No one’s gonna put up with you!” he spat, “It’s a wonder Hargrove kept you as long as he did!”

You slapped him.

You were roiling. Eyes sparkling with hate.

“That’s what I am huh? Ice Queen? Good to know. Fuck you JJ!” you shouted, stalking off.

Pushing back through the party you made your way out the front door and down the driveway. You weren’t exactly sure how far from home you were but you didn’t care. You were going home.

Watching the entire scene unfold Billy tailed you out the door waiting to see what you’d do.

You huffed, looking left then right before tearing off down the sidewalk heading eastward hoping you’d eventually hit a cross street that you’d recognize.

Billy exhaled, shaking his head and ditching his cup.

You hadn’t been walking for long when the steady thrum of guitars pulled up beside you.

“Get in...” Billy stated simply, turning back the volume as the riff reached a pitch.

“I’m walking.” you replied with a visible shiver as you kept on, rounding the left corner to Castle Hill Way.

“Don’t be an idiot...” he called ducking his head to stare at you through the open window.

“Get in the damn car.”

You laughed sardonically. “I don’t think so...” you shoved your hands in your pockets. 

You continued for another three blocks, the camaro ambling along beside you.

“I don’t need -” 

“Yah I know”, Billy cut you short, tapping his fingers along to the newest tune as the tape turned over.

You finally hit Sycamore Street. It was just two over to Birch. Praise above.

He was still following you, as you turned down your street, your house in sight.

“I’ve walked home plenty of times alone y’know.” you said grudgingly.

“That so...” he contemplated, pulling into your driveway.

You were indignant. You couldn’t believe he followed you all the way home!

Killing the engine, he popped the lock getting out.

You ran for it. Up the front steps and inside. Locking the door.

Safe.

He knocked. 

“Open the door Y/N.”

You childishly turned off the porch light, hoping he’d take the hint.

He banged on the door louder. “You can open up or I can just shout...” he warned. 

“Let the neighbors in on everything. How bout it?”

Flicking back on the light, the blinds in the front window parted as you squinted out at him.

He wouldn’t dare. It was way late.

He took a step back inhaling deeply, jaw slackening.

You scrambled with the deadbolt.

“Are you crazy?!” you hissed opening the door just enough to poke your face out.

He smirked. A light huff of a laugh.

“This isn’t funny.” you reprimanded him.

“Isn’t it?” he reflected. “Let me in. We gotta talk.”

“No we don’t” you responded stubbornly, going to slam the door.

He shoved a booted foot in the door jam.

You pursed your lips, face twisting in frustration as you reluctantly let him inside.

Standing in the living room, you eyed each other.

“Well...” he said.

“Well what?” you answered dumbly.

“You owe me an apology.” he replied boldly.

You scoffed, “an apology? For what?!”

It had completely escaped you that you had done something offensive to Billy. That you were the instigator.

“You were the one letting Vicki Carmichael put her lips all over you” you charged.

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t give a fuck about Vicki...”

“She’s just a friend.”

“That’s a hell of a friend. I’ve nev-!” you started.

Billy interrupted you, grabbing you around the middle and lifting you onto his shoulder.

“Put me down!” you spluttered, wiggling uneasily against him.

He swatted your ass. “Quiet...”

He headed for the stairs.

Arriving in your room, he unceremoniously dropped you onto your bed, going to shut the door.

“Y’know...” he chittered, leaning on the door, “I told you to stay away from him.”

You looked at him angrily, sitting up on the bed.

“I’m not apologizing for that...”

Billy smirked, sitting down beside you, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Worked out for you though didn’t it?” he reasoned, delving in and pressing his lips upon yours.

That smartass comment burned. Billy may have been right all along but that didn’t mean you were going to just give in.

You bit him.

A sharp grunt of pain leaving his throat as he recoiled. The taste of copper hitting your tongue.

Your eyes widened as he swiped the blood from his lip with his thumb. 

You reached a hand out, regret swelling in your chest. “Billy, I’m so-!”

He clutched your wrist, regarding you with hard eyes.

Without warning, he jerked you backwards, taking up your other arm and pinning you by your wrists to the mattress.

“You’re being a fuckin’ brat...” he growled.

It took you a long moment, your chest heaving in astonishment from the jostling movement alone, but you adjusted quickly, scowling up at him.

“And you’re being a royal dick!” you snapped back.

He laughed, a deep throaty tittering sound.

You blinked at him stupidly, “Why is that funny?”

He smirked, “at least we both know what we are.”

You pouted, “yeah well that solves nothing.”

Billy raised an eyebrow, leaning forward and pressing his weight against you.

“You already know how to solve this.” he reminded you airily.

You struggled against his grip, arching your back and trying to throw your hips to get away.

He straddled you, stilling your feeble attempts.

“Y/N....” he drawled out your name in a low tone, face coming closer, “say it.”

“Fuck you Billy!” you grumbled. 

The edges of his lips pert, he grinned wolfishly. “Don’t tease me.”

“Maybe I’m not teasing...” you said sheepishly, face growing hot.

He eyed you curiously, “Oh?”

“I thought you were mad at me...” he stated smugly.

“Couldn’t be more pissed if I tried.” you replied, exhaling sharply and kicking your legs beneath him to no avail.

“What do you wanna do about it?” he questioned mockingly.

“F-fuck me.” you blurted out, face burning.

“What?” his bravado momentarily faltered.

Your eyes widened in panic, second guessing such an impulsive statement.

You tried to hide your face in the crook of your arm.

“Nevermind...” you mumbled.

“Y/N...” he purred against your ear, pressing his weight into you, drawing the length of his body out flush to yours. The unclasped buttons on his shirt catching in the fabric of your dress.

You shyly peeked one eye out at him.

“Do you mean it?” he asked earnestly, hands loosening on your wrists to a simple hold.

You nodded stiffly, regarding him like a rabbit snared in a trap.

Cupping your hands in his, he squeezed them reassuringly.

“You gotta say it stupid...” 

You looked up at him, eyes swimming with anxiety.

“Yes I mean it.” you breathed.

He grinned broadly dipping down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You kissed him back with a fervor, heat coursing through your veins and lighting up your every nerve ending, ready to respond to Billy’s touch from head to toe.

His kisses were heated. Hungry. Pressured, but passionate. You felt like you were falling into him, losing yourself. Each kiss pulling more air from your lungs and sending you higher, making your head spin.

Quickly discarding his jacket and shoes to their usual spot by your door. He returned to you, gently pulling the boots off your feet.

You watched him, propped up on your elbows with a nervous, doll-eyed expression on your face. He climbed up to meet you again, greeting you with deep meaningful kisses.  

Wrapping an arm around your waist he pulled you to your knees on the mattress, free hand shoving at your jean jacket. You quickly got the hint, shrugging it off and tossing it to the floor, shivering as his hand found your bare shoulder.

Drawing light circles with his thumb, he traced his way up, entangling his hand in your hair, pulling back and exposing your neck as he drew you against his chest.

You snaked your chilly fingers under his barely buttoned shirt. Fingertips meeting warm skin. Hissing at your icy touch. 

“You’re hands are freezing...” he complained, open-mouthed kisses traveling below your chin. Padding a familiar path. Earning light huffs and wanton mewls from your lips, as he trod on towards the underside of your jawbone.

“Nghhhh....!” a prolonged blink, hands grasping at the heating skin under your palms to clear your thoughts, “w-well, then I better warm ‘em up hm?”

He nodded lightly, a small nip pulling at the skin on the hinge of your jaw. Sending a visible chill down your spine, making you gasp out his name and throw your head back.

You tugged at his sleeve, your other hand untucking his shirttail as he grabbed the collar and pulled it over his head.

You paused, your eyes washing over a collection of yellowing bruises on his left side, running up his hip to just below his ribs.

Touching them with tender fingers, you looked at him questioningly.

“Don’t worry about it.” Billy muttered, a misplaced kiss reaching the corner of your mouth as he redirected your hand south to his belt.

You chased his lips, snaring him in an ardent kiss, as you hooked your fingers around the leather strap, clumsily uncinching the buckle. Your fingers pausing at the button on his jeans.

“What’s wrong?” Billy clocked your hesitancy.

You regarded him with nervous eyes. “I’m allowed to do this right...?”

Your cheeks were prickling with heat.

He laughed, placing his hand on top of yours, maneuvering your fingers under his direction to undo the button and zipper.

“Yes dummy...” he answered, kissing you sweetly, “or we’re not gonna get anywhere this lifetime.”

You shoved him playfully, which he gratuitously used to topple himself and pull you with him, dragging you on top.

Settling your weight against him, he groaned, the thick indentation of his arousal pressing against your crotch.

Timidly adjusting yourself in his lap, he threw his head back, a hand gruffly cupping your ass and reeling you up towards him.

“Now it’s your turn...” he said regarding you through half lidded eyes, as his hand drew back and gave your ass a slap.

You yelped, instinctively rocking your hips away from the sting, causing his eyes to roll back, lip catching between his teeth.

“Bet you don’t have a clue....” he breathed heavily, fingers dipping along the hem of your dress and hiking it up your thighs, “what you’re doin’ to me.”

“I’m sorry?” you offered, unassuredly.

Rucking your dress up over the curve of your ass, he let you grab the material on your own, pulling it the remainder of the way from your form as he watched in appreciation.

“Oh you naughty girl....” he chastised, tongue clicking, eyes devouring the black matching satin set you had hidden underneath up to this point.

You shyly drew your arms up around yourself, uncertain of his tone.

“You wore this for him huh...?” he thought aloud in amusement.

“Well he’s not the one seeing it...” you pouted.

“You’re right, he’s not...” Billy smirked, stroking your arm and gently pulling it back into your lap.

“Let me see you.” he said in a serious tone, “don’t hide from me.”

You slowly lowered your other arm.

“You look fuckin’ sexy.” he decided matter-of-factly.

You cracked a small smile, “Thank you.”

“S’nothin.”

“Liar...” you emboldened slightly, stretching out across his chest like a prowling wildcat. A subtle impish grin on your lips.

You were trying to match his energy. Spur yourself on and be a partner that he’d enjoy, although your heart was thundering in your chest.

He cocked an eyebrow. Amused curiosity infecting his expression.

You locked his lips in a heated kiss, his hands searching newly exposed skin. Charting unexplored territory, committing it to memory for later. And you doing much the same.

His hands worked their way across your back, undoing the clasp of your bra. The straps tumbling down your shoulders as the cups fell onto his chest. He threw it to the floor without a care, a hand clasping your face and pulling you deeper with hot and hurried kisses.

Lifting yourself up, you wrapped your hands in the denim on his hips and began pulling. Him kicking the item from each of his legs and across the room.

Grabbing you by the waist he flipped you seamlessly to your back. A hand ghosting across your stomach, stopping short of one of your breasts.

He eyed you seriously. “Stop me if you want...” he reminded you, his lips were moving southward.

You tossed your head back against the pillows, light sighs falling from your lips.

“I don’t want to...” you huffed, rolling your hips up and pressing against him.

He growled, cupping your breasts roughly, kneading them between his palms. Fingers gruffly pinching and rolling your sensitive nipples to attention.

You gasped loudly, as his tongue latched onto a pebbled bud, his eyes watching you.

Your reaction was satisfying. Your lower lip quivering, sucking air into your lungs as he switched his attentions to your other breast.

He grew bolder trailing kisses down your body, and hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties.

You regarded him with heavy lust-blown eyes, as he unclothed you. Laying you entirely bare beneath him.

Unconsciously licking his lips, his eyes washed over you as he momentarily rested on his haunches. 

You were perfect. Better than he had ever imagined. And he was only just at the tip of the iceberg. 

He had to admit to himself he was a bit nervous, and he was never nervous about these things. 

He didn’t want to ruin this for you. He knew so much had already been fucked over for you and he wanted to make things better not worse.

But God he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t want to just take you apart on the spot. Right here and now.

The way your wide doe eyes looked up at him like he was the only thing that existed in the universe. How your chest rose and fell in short anticipatory tremors. 

How your legs pressed together the moment his eyes focused on that region, responding as if already under his touch.

He had you strung tighter than a bowstring and he’d yet to notch the arrow, let alone set his target. 

He felt like he was dying. Straining so hard in his briefs that he couldn’t stand it, pulling them off, relieving some of the tension but not by much.

Watching him hawkishly, your face reddened as you caught your first glimpse of Billy’s cock in it’s fully glory.

You had known he was decently sized. The few times you two messed around in his car leading to hustled hand jobs and mutual masturbation. But seeing every bit of him in the light made him seem immensely big.

He caught the look on your face.

“Like what you see?” he teased, a sharp grin playing on his lips as he picked up his jeans, digging around in the pockets.

“Y-yeah...” you said quietly, eyes prudishly dodging to another part of your room.

The bed dipped as he returned, a small wrapper in hand. He placed it on the edge of your nightstand.

“We’ll need it in a bit...” Billy drawled, with a small smirk “but first...”

Positioning himself between your legs, Billy laid out on his stomach, wrapping an arm around your thigh and pulling you in close.

You eyed him curiously, raised up on your elbows. Watching as he ducked his head to your sex, tongue out, eye contact unbroken as it hit you.

Your hips jerked, at the contact. A lewd whine tumbling from your mouth as you collapsed into the pillows, eye line immediately broken. The sensation running up the length of your spine. The muscles in your right leg spasming and kicking as Billy wrapped both arms around you, pinning you in place.

“You like that?” he purred, languidly swiping his tongue up and down the length of your opening. Your hips rocked involuntarily, chasing after his every move.

“Tell me...” he commanded, thickly lapping at the swelling bud of nerves. You inhaled deeply, trying to gain a fraction of yourself to speak.

“Y-y-yeh...!” you whimpered pathetically as his tongue made another harsh pass over your clit.

He chuckled, picking up his pace, making you cry out, as he stealthily slipped a finger inside of you. “Shit you’re soaked...”

Curling his finger he watched you from below. Predatory eyes monitoring every breath, each whip of your hair. Looking for signs.

Your hips were stuttering, breath faltering as he added a second finger. Reaching deep and scissoring you open. Prepping you.

“Billy...” you whined loudly, body trembling. You could feel that edge nearing, heat curling in the pit of your stomach. Nerves firing and tingling, as he held tight, pumping his fingers into you. His tongue suckling heavily.

He added a third finger, groaning at the feeling of tight muscle obstructing his reach. You mewled obscenely, at the stretch. His digits alternating between two and three as he exchanged between deep and shallow thrusts, unable to fully fit the third.

It proved too much, as the dam snapped, your walls tightening around his fingers. As you felt your orgasm wash over you, “Sh-shit!” you cursed, a high keen leaving your throat.

Your hips jerking of their own accord, clit pulsing, you blinked drowsily trying to catch your breath as Billy crawled up alongside you.

“Good?” he hummed, pecking your lips. You nodded dumbly, watching him in wonder.

“Open...” he instructed, offering you his fingers. You didn’t hesitate, wanting to please him, to indulge him, to learn.

Wrapping your kiss bitten lips around his fingers you drew them into your mouth, lapping up your own taste. He groaned, pulling his fingers free and wrapping them around your neck as he hungrily slotted his lips against yours in a frenzied kiss.

Blindly slapping his freehand to the side, he felt across your nightstand, grasping for the wrapper.

Breaking from you he leaned back, eyeing you. “Ya ready?”

“Yes”, you huffed out.

He tore it open with his teeth, placing the condom at the crown of his penis and carefully rolling it out.

Discarding the wrapper, he lined himself up dragging his cock through your soaked folds.

Pressing the head at your entrance he tested, pushing a few inches forward, holding still. Withdrawing. Again.

You noted the look of trepidation on his face, chewing his bottom lip in concentration.

“You’re not gonna break me...” you reassured him, placing a hand over top of his. 

He looked like he didn’t believe you.

“Billy... don’t hold back.” You requested, slinging your legs over his thighs.

He processed for a beat, “You sure?” 

“Positive”, you replied, giving your hips a thrust, coaxing him inside of you.

He inhaled sharply at the sensation. “You better mean it...” he growled, fingers gripping your ass as he pushed in.

You threw your head back, your loud moans mixing with his as he pushed every inch of himself possible into you, bottoming out. The stretch stinging and attention grabbing, making your eyebrows knit together.

“Shit you’re fuckin tight!” Billy bit out rocking back, starting a moderate pace.

"Billy!” you simpered, hands clutching the sheets as his hips collided with yours.

You were getting exactly what you asked for and then some. He was not handling you gently. But that’s exactly how you wanted it. 

Thrusting into you with bruising accuracy you met Billy at every impact, spurring him on.

Fisting a hand in his curls you pulled him down to you in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. Dragging on his lower lip as he broke from you, a dark look in his eyes.

Drawing his hips back, he leaned in, grabbing your wrists and locking them above you. He had pulled out almost entirely.

“Like being fucked rough huh?” he breathed in your ear, slamming back inside you.

You wailed, back arching up and brushing against his chest. “Yes!” you choked out. 

He kissed you sloppily. Feverishly. His pace increasing, hips pistoning in and out as he lifted you into his lap.

Changing the position, gave you a bit more control but not by much as Billy’s hands kept you moving in consistent repetitions up and down on his dick. 

Your eyes sliding back in your head, as his cock stroked deep, targeting one spot inside you. Making your legs quiver, and you jaw hitch.

Stabilizing yourself in his arms, you looked up at him through hazy eyes. Words becoming harder by the second.

He seemed to understand regardless, angling his hips and thrusting deeper. Hitting upon that sensitive spot. 

Securing an arm around your waist, he held you fast as nimble fingers traced their way down to your throbbing clit.

Gripping his shoulders you rode harder. Shameless sounds tumbling from your lips mingling with gutteral moans and low rumblings from his throat.

“Billy...I’m...” you panted, nuzzling your head on his shoulder. You were trembling, heat rippling across ever fibre of your being, as the sensation enveloped you.

Your hips rutting against him obscenely as you moaned his name, nails clawing at his back.

He growled, thrusting up into you, not quite there. “Fuck baby I’m close...” he grunted, snapping his hips, making you whimper.

Sensitive, thrumming with the pulse of each contracting muscle, you weakly thrust back to meet him. Whining as he bumped against your cervix.

Tilting up your head, your lips wandered over unmarked skin. Teeth scraping and nipping at the crook of his shoulder. Up the line of his adam’s apple.

Shivers wracking his form. “Fuck! Yes...” he groaned. Focusing your attentions on finding his pulse point, you had subconsciously joined a new rhythm with him. Bouncing and grinding on his cock becoming nearly second nature.

He let out a moan, low and broken, as your tongue ran across the soft flesh just offside of his jawbone. You had found it, redoubling your attentions on this area. As he shuddered grinding up into you, “Shit baby...” 

His thrusts were growing harsher, less consistent as he gripped you tighter. “Fuck..fuuuuckk!” He groaned grinding up into you desperately.

His fingers were pressing against your clit again. Already spent. You whined, high-pitched and breathlessly at the harsh rolling pressure of his touch as he pulled you over the edge with him.

Collapsing into the mattress you both stared at each other. Speechless. 

After a few minutes gathering your strength and faculties, you pulled yourself off of Billy. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, back to him. 

He rose from the bed, ditching the condom in the trash can, pulling kleenex from your nearby tissue box when a knock came at the door.

You both froze, eyeing one another.

The door cracked open, a hand poking through. Nothing was said, as the hand motioned to be given something.

You exhaled a sigh of relief, “You got a fiver?” you asked Billy, rising from the bed.

Billy picked up his pants and looked through his wallet, “Yeah, why?”

You held out your hand to receive it from him, walking over to your door and placing the bill in the waiting hand. The hand quickly disappeared and the door closed.

“You paid that brat off?” Billy asked incredulously.

“And how much has he gotten out of you so far?” you asked, arms crossed.

Billy snapped his mouth shut. He wasn’t about to admit how much money he’d been bilked out of by your little brother for his cooperation.

Absentmindedly pulling his smokes from his jacket he placed one in his lips. You plucked it away, annoyance running through his expression until he remembered.

You sat down in the window box, patting the cushion next to you as you opened the window, offering him back his Marlboro.

Sitting down beside you, he took it and lit up.

“I’m sorry...” you stated simply.

“Me too...” he muttered taking a deep drag.

You sat there in mutual silence until the chill of the early March air cooled your skin, and forced you back into your clothes.

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Imagine:

Being Harrington's twin sister and drunkly sleeping with Billy but saying it was a mistake the next day and avoiding him like the plague intill he has enough and catches you in the locker room after your cheering practice.

"Do you know how insane it's making me when your ignoring me fuck I know we were both drunk and all but fuck I need you again I can't think of anything else anyone else just..... please I need it"

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Jim finally took matters in his own hands and did what was needed to be done

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honestly it was so unnecessary to kill eddie like that why is it that every character in stranger things that is hot and sexy asf has long hair and likes metallica gets killed first billy and now EDDIE. like wtf duffer bros sleep with one eye open

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