#darce montgomery x reader

[the-ravenist]

That's my wife

Steve Binder x Fem!Black!Reader

Reader and Steve are married, they share both of their last names, reader is somewhat tall, reader is a boss ass bitch, reader is implied/mentioned to be infertile, reader is female(sorry), Steve is a simp for reader, suggestive dialogue(no smut), reader wears pants, reader and Steve match accessories, and protective!Steve(I think)

The smell of cigarette smoke fills the sound room, multiple eyes focusing on Elvis on the stage below, the young man's voice blasting through the speakers. The abrupt sound of the door slamming gains the attention of people in the room, yet a pair of blue eyes stay focused on the act below. Those pairs of blue eyes belong to the amazing Steve Binder-(L/N), a great man, producer, friend, partner, and husband, yes husband.

Steve had the opportunity to work with the infamous Elvis the Pelvis Presley, to produce his Comeback film. At first, he was hesitant to accept the offer, but he could see that Elvis's career wasn't doing...well. But Bones had convinced him, there could be a possibility that old Elvis might come back.

Steve can feel a headache beginning to form, a dull pounding at the back of his head and the slight twitch in his left eyebrow gave it away. If the Conole didn't shut his yapper soon, Steve was gut him like the fat fish he was.

"Kennedys' been shot!"

That definitely broke him from his thought. The backtrack of Elvis's song continued playing through the pen-drop silence throughout the studio.

Dancers, makeup artists, hairdressers, singers, and others alike were piled in the small dressing room, the dialogue of the news lady sounding like white noise besides a couple words Kennedy, shot, and dead stick in the brains of the listeners. The decrease in volume catches the attention of the grieving, Steve stands in front of the TV eyes slightly red and glistening with tears.

"Listen I, uh, I just want to say that," a sad chuckle breaks through his lips. "This nation is hurting, it's lost you know."

A couple of nods and sniffles ring throughout the group.

"It needs a vioce right now, to help heal it," he nods towards Elvis. "You, you have to a statement EP," said man's eyes lighting up.

"Mr. Presely doesn't makes statements." Eyes snap to the colonel.

"He sings here comes Santa Claus", he walks towards Steve menacingly. "And wishes everyone merry Christmas and good night", he continues with a sharp glare on his face.

A beat of somber silence passes by, anger and frustration build up in Steve and Elvis. Steve knows that the Colonel could care less about the president's death and Elvis, he was The Snowman, after all, he was cold in all ways.

"This tragedy, a tragedy yes," fake sympathy is plastered on his face. "But it has nothing to do with us."

At that Steve had calmly stormed out of the room, Bones and Jerry following. Everyone else had walked out of the room slowly after, all going their separate ways to dressing rooms mostly or back to the stage. Steve had walked, well stomped into the sound booth, lighter lighting the cigarette in his hand.

He takes a deep inhale of the toxic smoke, holding it for a beat. He knew that he had a show to run he knew it but during this time, nobody was really in the best mental state to work. As he exhaled the smoke the phone on the best corner rang, he let it ring for two more rings before his shaky hands picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweets, you okay?"

At the sound of your voice, his body instantly slacked. He was glad you called, but that's not what he's worried about at the moment.

"I'm fine puff," he had called you that due to your afro, rather than a halo of curls on top of your head reminds him of a puff of smoke. I know weird comparison.

"'M just a little tired, how about you?"

" 'M not gonna lie to ya sweets," your voice shakes a little. "I'm a lil shakin' up."

Steve puts out his cigarette as he exhales the last bit of smoke. He can feel the dull pounding get a bit louder, now trust me dear reader it's not because of you I promise.

"Yeah, this...event has everyone shakin' up," a small sigh. "I wouldn't be surprised if the damn whole country stopped functioning." A small laugh was heard through the speaker.

"Honestly, I'd believe it," A huff escaped your lips. "Damn near got into a fuckin' car accident when I heard it."

"What?"

"It's nothing though, I'm fine the cars fine," you murmur softly. "And so is my fro." Steve couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

The line is silent for a moment, it's somewhat comforting in a way. "Even though neither of you is facing the other in the comfort of your shared bed, it seems as if you were standing next to one another.

"Hey, puff?"

"...yeah?"

"How do you feel about getting creative again?"

"I'm on my way."

Elvis, Bones, and Jerry are watching Steve pace in the small room. Elvis laying on the floor by the piano, Jerry lounging on the black couch on the wall, and Bones leaning on the crisp black piano watching his friend stress out.

"What's he stressin' about," questions Elvis.

"I don't know E," Jerry says eyes narrowing on the nervous man.

"He's nervous about his dames," Bones speaks up from his spot.

"Wait his girl," Elvis questions. "Why is she comin'?"

"I guess-"

Steven turns around quickly startling the men in the room. He seems calm, yet his eyes give him away; they're wider than normal.

"I'm sorry boys," a hand runs through his hair. "This might seem completely out of character of myself," and was it ever.

"Yeah, we can tell," Jerry mutters. "Why does your girl make you nervous?"

"Huh?"

"Bones had said that your girl was coming," Elvis had said from his spot on the floor.

"And we want to know why you're actin' a nervous mess," Bones continued.

"Well if I'm being honest boys," Steve reluctantly starts. "I'm worried how she would think of y'all, minus Bones."

Well, it's not like you were a judgmental person or anything like that. It's just that you're kind of intimidating in a way.

"What," Elvis says through a small laugh. "Whaddaya mean?"

"Now listen EP," Steve's is laced with seriousness. "This woman is very important to me, she's the best out there for this operation."

"So please behave," he slightly begs.

"But still be yourself, and don't say anything stupid," Bone adds.

"Don't worry my mama taught me better than to disrespect a woman," Elvis says as he sits in a crisscross position.

"Good, 'cause she'll," he takes a glance at his watch. "She'll be here any minute now."

Just as he says that the door is pushed open, with a dark brown heeled boot. And those boots are paired with brown high-waisted pants, a white turtle neck, and a pearl necklace.

"Sorry that I'm late, sweets," the woman closed the door with her heel.

"I had to speed back home to get the stuff that I thought we could use, but then I realized that I had no fuckin' scissors," she dropped the bags full of supplies on the couch next to Jerry.

"So, I had to drive to the store to get scissors, and I realized that we'd might be here a while so I bought myself a silk scarf cause why the hell not, and-"

Steve grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you a bit, to stop her rambling. She had stopped talking as she looked at Steve with wide (e/c) eyes.

"Puff, I'm glad you're here but we have company," his eyes dart to the people behind her.

"Shit," she looked at the men behind her. "Right, my bad y'all." She coughs to clear her throat. "Hello, my name is (Y/N) (L/N)-Binder, and I'll be helping y'all 'cause y'all desperately need it."

"Now excus-"

"And you, white and sideburns," you point to the boy on the floor. "You must be the big Elvis the Pelvis Presly," the boy smirks a bit. "Now I'm not a big fan of yours but I have to admit you have some hip swingn' songs." The woman demonstrates as she moves her hips a bit.

"Well thank you," Elvis trails off, not sure if what the woman had said was a compliment or not.

"It's no problem," she dismisses, she puts her attention on the entire group.

"Now what have we gotten so far hmm?"

Silence

"Have y'all at least started on a song?"

"I mean," Jerry bravely speaks up. "We sort of do," (Y/N)'s sharp (e/c) eyes are basically pinning him to the couch.

"All right let's hear it."

And then the construction begins.

"Alright, the song is done," she sighs in exhaust. " And let me tell you, y'all are by far the hardest people I've worked with."

Jerry and Elvis gawk at the confidence of the women in front of them.

"Now E," the switch from sarcasm to seriousness throws off the boys. "It's quiet obvious to anyone with an IQ of a basic human being, that your career has been nothing but a pile of flaming shit lately."

Steve chokes on a bit on the smoke of his cigarette.

"But with this song and a killer outfit by my design," you can see a child-like excitement spark in Elvis's blue eyes. "You'll bounce back in no time."

"Now," you snap loudly. "How does everyone feel about leather?"

.

.

.

"Good night boys, I'll see your show tomorrow m'kay," you say as you watch the guys leave. Leaving you and Steve in the small room.

You plop your body down on the dark green couch, body slacking once it hits the cushion. A sigh leaves your mouth and your eyes begin to close.

"God, I'm getting old. I've never been that tired in a hot minute," you mutter as you grab your head scarf from your purse.

Steve nonchalantly kneels before you, hands reaching for your boots.

"You're not getting old, you need to stop saying that," he mutters as he unzips your left boot and gently slides it off your foot, hands moving to unzip the right one.

"Oh right, I'm not getting old. I'm aging," your speech is sarcastic. Yet Steve ignores it and places your boots next to the piano.

Steve plops himself on the couch next to you as you wrap your hair with the scarf. The scarf in which looks similar to the ascot that you're husband is wearing around his neck. Once finished you wrap your leg around his waist and your arms around his neck. As if automatically, he wraps an arm around your waist and slides a hand into your back pocket.

"You know what else ages," Steve croons teasingly as he locks eyes with you. You hummed in a curious tone.

"Wine, wine ages," he leans his head forward, lips grazing yours.

"'nd you my darling puff, are some very fine wine~" His lips finally touched yours. Once your lips touch you fight back a smile as his comment registers.

"Oh, Mr. Binder you are the devil in disguise I swear," you're able to say through the onslaught of kisses you're receiving.

"If I'm the devil, you're my angel in disguise," he purrs as he continues his trek of kisses to your neck.

"Okay, now you ruined the mood," you snort as you push his head back slightly.

"Aw whaddya mean," he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"... he's so young sweets, too young."

"I know."

"He looks like a young man but has the eyes of a man who works at an office 9-5. Tired, stressed, yet yearning."

You begin to play with Steve's fingers as you begin to ramble.

"He misses his mama Stevie, he stuck to me like glue. Kept looking at me, as if he was looking for affirmation. Like a child would."

"God Stevie, why do I want someone to look at me like that again?"

Your eyes begin to water as you subconsciously rub your stomach.

Steve frowned at your sadness, he knew you wanted kids. The both of you did. The thought of having a little bundle of y'all's creation running around the house made him smile. Of course y'all have tried but when you went to a doctor the worse news has erased that dream. As an interracial couple adopting a child was harder than it looked, so in the end it was replaced with two fur babies you have at home.

Oh, Harley and June, two energy filled great danes. They're probably sleeping in your shared bed, drooling all over the sheets. The thought of them brings a small to your face.

You look at Steve's blue eyes. Oh, how you love those blue eyes. You cup his cheek, he leans into it, it makes you snort. You peck his lips, once, twice.

"Let's go home Stevie," you hop off his lap. You bend over to grab your boots and bags. Steve of course can't help but take a glance at your ass. Those pants accentuated everything. You pop right back up and turn to Steve, who still sits on the couch looking up at you. "I have to go home and sew a leather suit for a 6'2 man."

Your husband groans as he reluctantly gets up from the couch, standing in front of you.

"Do you ever rest?" His hands grip your hips as he sways them a bit.

"Yes, but only during a full moon," you tease with a smile.

"That tracks," you let out a squeak of a shock. He turns you around and carries you bridal style.

"I'll have you know that I'm working because I want to," your arms automatically curl around his neck. Steve takes the bags from your hands and puts them as far up on his arms as possible.

"Mhmm, puff y'know Harley and June don't need set after set of pajamas, he remarks as you begin to walk out of the office.

"But they're cute~."

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Billy Hargrove X Male Reader

Summary: Reader is new to Hawkins, his parents had just moved into the new house and are trying to start over from there old lives. But what if reader can’t? He’s still a messed up kid who’s tired of pretending to be happy...and that damn mullet head of a ghost won’t stop following him around!! - TWO || THREE || FOUR || FIVE || GIFS — RESTARTING FIC

• Eddie Munson x Professor! Male Reader

Summary: Eddie survives the upside down and Vecna is no more. After turning back to Hawkins, the town continues to hate him and decided to leave town and find his way to college, giving himself a new future and another chance at life. He just didn’t expect hiself roll around in his Professor bedsheets. - TWO || FINAL

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[m-xrdersxene]

BOYS DON’T CRY // BILLY HARGROVE

-> pairing; Billy Hargrove + Fem!reader

-> warnings; mentions of abuse

-> summary; when Billy came home, you knew something was wrong; but trying to get him to open up was going to be a challenge.

a/n; requests are welcome!

**************

13 years ago

Billy is 6

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Billy looked up at his father, tears rushing down his face. His mother laid dead on the hospital bed.

His bottom lip trembled as he took in the reality of his mother being gone, forever. "daddy..." he cried, pulling on his fathers shirt; begging for a warm embrace, only to be giving a cold stare.

His father scoffed and pushed him off of him, "what are you? A girl? Boys don't cry!" He yelled.

__________

13 years later

Billy is 19

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He showed very little emotion, when he did, it was a constant battle with trying to calm him down. He held so much in, his father injecting him with words and threats growing up, telling him a real man didn't cry.

Your relationship was rocky and rough, but what relationship wasn't like that? You both had your ups and downs, you wanted him to express his feelings more, and he wanted you to leave it alone.

Causing you both to fight often, his words burned through your skin like acid. He didn't mean any of it though, it was his way of defending himself, putting his walls up and shutting down.

Billy shut the door, you could tell something was wrong by the way he threw his keys down on the counter.

You looked up at him from the couch, you paused your show and stood up; walking to him.

"Hey, how was work?" You asked, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator and taking a sip. You could see his eyes fill with tears, he took a deep breath and shook his head. "It was fine.." he mumbled.

"You sure?" You asked, trying not to pry.

"Yes, Y/N. I'm fine.." he said, kissing your forehead before climbing the stairs; taking two at a time.

You furrowed your eyebrows and walked back into the living room, continuing your movie as you heard the shower start.

•

"He's gone?" You asked, eyes wide as you watched his face contort into sadness.

"Yeah..." Billy said, his knee began to bounce as he chewed at his finger nails. “He took everything, Max, Susan….He left me.” His bottom lip trembled as he spoke.

You frowned, watching as tears flowers down his cheeks, a rare sight that pained you.

"Billy..don't hold it in..just let it out. it's okay to cry." You said, putting your hand out to pat his back.

He pulled away and stood up, "real men don't cry..he made sure of that." He said, wiping away his tears.

"And his life is going so good, isn’t it?" You shouted, standing up. You were tired of the constant effect his father had on him.

He was never there to begin with, sure he was there physically, but not in the way Billy needed him to be.

"Don't!" Billy yelled, turning back to look at you, pointing at you.

"No! Don't try to push me away when I'm trying to hel-"

"Help me? You're doing such a great job at that, Y/N! Just leave me alone." Billy said, taking a deep breath.

You huffed, "please just, talk to me. I wanna know how you’re feeling." You said, taking a step towards him.

He groaned, pinning you to the wall "I don't want to talk to you! I just want to be alone right now! Is that to hard to ask?" He said, slamming his hands against the wall causing you to jump.

He stormed up the stairs, your bedroom door slammed moments later.

Your bottom lip trembled, tears streamed down your face as you slid down the wall.

•

The next day, you poured your self a cup of coffee taking a quick sip as you watch Billy walk down the stairs.

His hair dripping with water as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "Morning.." he mumbled, "morning." You sighed, tracing the rim of your cup with your index finger.

"How are you?" You asked, your heart beating out of your chest as you waited for his response.

"Better..I'm sorry about last night.." he said, never looking you in the eyes. "Yeah..thank you." You said, he looked up at you and frowned.

He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, "any time I ever cried or whined..he'd threaten me, say he'd beat my ass if I ever did it again. Though he would regardless...then he’d push me away, leave for a few days, just to repeat the process when he got back." Billy said, staring down at the counter as you listened.

"..I push you away when you're just trying to help. I guess that just one of the things I picked up from him..” he said.

You shook your head and walked to him, wrapping your arms around him.

“You’re nothing like him, Billy.” You said, looking up at him. "I understand...and I won't pry you to tell me your feelings.." you said, giving him a quick peak on the cheek.

He nodded and sent you a small, loving smile.

A sight you could never hate.

•••

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Pool date with Billy Hargrove

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MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB's Recommendation List: February '23 Part 2

Welcome to February's recommendation list, part two. If you haven't already, you can find part one here. The last list had 32 fanfiction recs in it this one might come in a little under as I have my cousin coming to visit me the last few days of the month. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, or your stories, or even just your blog, please feel free to tag me, in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. I hope your valentines day was a good one and those partaking in Lent, you got this! Happy March everyone!

WE REACHED THE LIMIT ON THIS LIST! FROM NOW ON, I'LL TRY & NOT TO MAKE IT SO LONG. SORRY!

🌹 February '23 Pt 1

March '23 🍀

Masterlist

Billy The Kid: The Playlist (Billy O'Grady) - "So what is wrong with another sin?" - "Rock You Like A Hurricane" by Scorpions

King Billy O'Grady (Moodboard)

Playlist for Uhtred the Berserker - "You'll be a man, boy!" - "Run Boy Run" by Woodkid

Uhtred the Berserker (Moodboard)

Thomas Micheal Shelby - "There was no doubt that Tommy Shelby had a soul and a heart that beat."

Luca Changretta (Moodboard)

Thomas Shelby "I Need My Girl" (Mood Board)

A Daughter's Return (Moodboard)

Tommy Shelby Pinterest Ask Game (Moodboard)

Lavender Haze >> Tommy Shelby x Estella Holland (Moodboard)

ONE-SHOTS:

*36 Minutes by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Reader gets stood up, but is it really so bad? | Ace delivered again in her Valentine's Day Fic Special. Cranking out some of the best works, I've ever read.

*As The World Caves In by @areyenotfondofmelobster >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: What would you do when your world comes caving in? | I did indeed cry at this beautifully written masterpiece.

Bound By Blood by @noforkingclue >> Dark!Vampire!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You never expected that working for the Shelbys would be easy. However, you never expected you would gain the interest of Tommy, let alone what would happen next. | This was so freaking good seriously. I never knew I needed Vampire!Tommy till I read this. I need more Vampire!Tommy.

*A Christmas Journey by @notyour-valentine >> Tommy Shelby & Secretary - Summary: A Journey back from London in the Christmas Season with his secretary doesn't go as planned. | If I’m being honest, I’m not one for Christmas, but this could get me in the mood for Christmas. I love how this takes you into the mind of Tommy and how his secretary influences his view. So well written.

Daddy's Girl by @gypsy-girl-08 >> Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader - Summary: Tommy's world revolves around his two girls, his wife, and his daughter. | This was cute and a nice change of pace to read. I would like to see more Dad!Tommy and Uncle!Finn as well.

*For A Good Cause by @peacexatxlast >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy is in a mood and snaps at Frances. His wife does not approve... | So hot and so well-written!

*Mama Bear by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader - Summary: Inspector Campbell thinks he can get to Tommy through his daughter. Mrs. Shelby finds out and is having none of that. | So good. It's a good reminder to never mess with a mother who loves her child and her family.

Punishment by @mxpseudonym >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy’s wicked games leave you breaking the rules, but punishment for you means punishment for him too. Who can hold out the longest? | This is perfectly Spicy!

Red Lipstick by @cupidsheqrts >> John Shelby x Reader - Summary: You feel flattered when Charlie Shelby asks to marry you while your husband feels like he could strangle his nephew. | This was so adorable to read. I loved everyone's reaction as you read along.

*The Recovery by @cillmequick >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy ruins his own specially planned Valentine’s evening and has to work hard to get back in his wife’s good books. | This is so good! I think I may have blushed while reading it was so good.

Tommy Pressing His Forehead to Yours by @zablife >> dark!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Ambushed by the Italians, the Shelby family, especially Tommy does everything he can to figure out who did it. | You know it’s good writing when the writer can get your heart to drop to the bottom of your stomach. Lee does what she does best, writing.

MINI-SERIES:

SERIES:

Betrayal by @cillmequick >> Tommy Shelby x Reader x Luca Changretta - Summary: Tommy and Y/N have been together, in secret, for some time, after growing up together on the streets of Small Heath. Tommy was poised to have everything he ever wanted until a colossal error of judgment comes back to haunt him and he finds himself on the wrong side of the woman he loves. | If you haven't read it yet, please do yourself a favor, grab a drink, and get ready to be blown away.

DRABBLES:

Day 14 by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: This is a request I made where Tommy gets the marriage license for their marriage. | I'm so happy with how it turned out. It felt like I was getting a Valentine's Day gift.

MINI-SERIES:

Try a Little Tenderness by @ramp-it-up >> Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Reader - Summary: Steve can't win you with presents. He's got to try a little tenderness. | I came here for the pairing and stayed for the plot. It’s so hot, the plot, that is. Please enjoy this as much as I did.

ONE-SHOTS:

His Most Prized Possession by @bucky-barnes-diaries >> Dark!Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader - Summary: You’re the wife of the most feared man in all of New York City, James Buchanan Barnes, the mob boss of the biggest mafia in town. Your his—his girl, his beauty, his love, his property, his most prized possession. He will torture and kill anyone who dares to make any advances on his woman, and he won’t hesitate to show them who you belong to in the most sinful way possible before their end. | Just the kind of hot you need on a cold winter's morning. It is 🥵 🥵 🥵 y’all! Remember to read the warnings ⚠️!

Shake It Like A Polaroid Picture by @world-of-aus >> Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader - Summary: Bucky loves to take pictures to remember you. | So very spicy, and I loved the writing and teasing!

The Video by @becca-e-barnes >> Pornstar!dbf!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: You find out what your father’s best friend does for work. | Don't ask me why but Pornstar!Bucky and Steve are some of my favorites to read and this one does not disappoint me. You get a good dose of feels, along with a good dose of spiciness in this.

Unattainable by @heavysoldat >> dbf!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: The reader has a horrible, no, good day, in which Bucky comes to save the evening. | If you want something hot to read on a lonely night, this is it for you.

What Goes Around by @navybrat817 >> BFD/DBF!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - Summary: Bucky is your friend's dad and your dad's friend and nothing more. Until he isn't. | This is hot, it’s got the shameless smut, and it’s got the possessive Bucky. What more could you really ask for?

Why Wait by @fatecantstopme >> DBF!Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader - Summary: You've known Bucky for years, but the dynamic between you had begun to shift since you'd graduated college. He suddenly found himself struggling to act normal around you and you decided to make it your mission to find out why. | The jokes in this were fantastic. It had me laughing. The writing in general, was just fantastic, especially when you get to the hot stuff. Highly recommend!

ONE-SHOTS:

In The Shadow by @littlefreya >> General Kirigan x Reader | Geralt x Reader - Summary: Geralt and you are captured by the Darkling and about to find out his means of punishment are quite unusual. | I would have never thought of this crossover, and I'm so glad the writer did. Please read the warnings, its dark but oh-so-good!

*Stories of Us by @writingdumpster >> Jonah Heidelbaum x Hunter!Reader - Summary: Jonah tells the reader he wants to have a family but she doesn't think she's worthy of motherhood after all she's done. | Do you hear that in the distance? That would be my heart breaking and slowly being put back together all in one one-shot. That is how well-written this is!

TEACH ME + R U SHY? by @ramp-it-up >> Lloyd Hansen x Reader - Summary: Lloyd's had his eye on the maid for the past three days, thinking he's struck the gold mine when he's found a 19-year-old virgin. | This is *chefs kiss* perfect. You will not believe the ending.

MINI-SERIES:

Lost Without You Pt. 1 & Pt. 2 by @gypsy-girl-08 >> Cillian Murphy x Reader - Summary: Your six-year relationship with Cillian, comes to an end. Can you both move on? | This made me feel everything I wanted to feel in a two-shot/mini-series. You have the heartbreak, the love, and the devotion the characters have for one another. Very beautiful.

SERIES:

Begin Again Pt. 2 by @teds-mustache-wrangler >> Ted Lasso x OFC!Penny - Summary: When Penny starts working at AFC Richmond as their new head photographer, she catches the eye of a certain mustached, happy-go-lucky, head coach of the team. But can their spark endure through the season’s pressures and the demons of their past? | You don't understand how honored I am to be able to read this before it gets posted, and also to get to see the characters develop. I didn't ever recall laughing at a story before, but this one, this one makes me laugh.

@zablife - Let's take a moment to say happy one-year anniversary to Lee here on Tumblr! She has over 100 writings she accumulated over the year she's been on here, sharing with us. Lee writes for the Peaky Blinder fandom and the fandom is so very lucky to have her.

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Billy Hargrove

Insecure Summer:

The reader is insecure about her body, she's at the pool and some girls decide to make her feel worse and Billy is there to help in the aftermath.

Cold Nights:

The reader and Billy have their first date, yet the reader is nervous but doesn't want to offend Billy due to her nervousness.

Party Mess:

The reader is at a party and can't find Billy for a little while. Becoming an open target for the party-goers, ability to ignore everything around them. Billy and the reader are already dating.

Nervous Surprise:

Billy gets the reader pregnant and both are going through the stress of being in teen parenthood. Hopper gives Billy a talk to reassure him of what was to come.

Coming Out:

The reader comes out to Billy wanting to transition from female to male and Billy is all for it.

Rainy Nights:

Billy's and the reader's flirty-playful banter turns into a confession

Three feet distance:

The reader gets told by Billy that he loves her and Hopper gets fatherly protective about the situation.

Ticklish:

The reader finds out Billy is ticklish

Steve Harrington

Ahoy!

Steve comforts the reader after the reader is ditched by friends at the mall.

Baby Fever:

The reader and Steve get a serious case of baby fever

Jonathan Byers

Sick Days:

Jonathan takes care of sick reader.

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[exescenes]

Who saved el in the end of s3?

We now know that 001 was controlling billy all along, so when billy had El In the star court mall, was it billy or 001 who sacrificed billy? Like if it was 001 was it so he could kill her as vecna? And if it was billy how did he get back in control?

#sorry for all the tags #st3 #st4 #stranger things #001 stranger things #001 #vecna stranger things #vecna #peter ballard #henry creel #vecna’s curse #st vecna #jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell #jamie bower #billy hargrove #darce montgomery #billy hargove x reader #001 x reader #peter ballard x reader

[elvisabutler]

ride it, my pony

summary: your boyfriend has been holed up with elvis and bones all night. you would like some attention. he never can say no to you. fandom: elvis 2022 rating: m pairing: steve binder x gender neutral reader word count: 1209 warnings: thigh riding. use of the words baby, sweetheart to describe the reader. choking with an ascot. minor cum eating? like basically lick your fingers clean. public play. ...voyeurism. you'll see on that last one. author's note: welcome to day 16 of kinktober, thigh riding with steve binder. this was fun. the twist came to me at work where trust me i lived a very weird day so of course that's what comes from it. i know i am now...two days behind but i'll catch up, have no fear.

"Babe, you have got to be quiet." Steve murmurs against your lips as you pull him into the open control room. There's only a few of you still in the building, but Steve is very aware that if you both get caught he's going to have to answer to the higher ups and that is a headache he does not feel up to dealing with. Not while also dealing with the biggest pain of a manager he's ever met in the form of Tom Parker.

You laugh softly. "I know, I know, be quiet so no one hears us. What do you think, Elvis or Bones is going to catch us? Bones has run into us enough in weird positions and Elvis is- Elvis. He's probably done worse. It'll be fine."

He just looks at you and frowns before sitting down in one of the chairs. He pats his thigh. "Come on, I've got maybe ten-fifteen minutes tops, we've got to make this quick or E's gonna-"

If Steve had more to say it's swallowed up in the bruising kiss you give him as you center yourself onto his thigh. Fifteen minutes was not enough for Steve to have sex with you, you are aware of this. IT is enough for him to be able to get you off though and that's the real crux of the issue. Your tongue slides against his, exploring his mouth in ways you normally wouldn't when you two need to be quick but he's been busy and you want to show him how much you missed him. When you pull back there's a bit of saliva that trails between your lips and you find that you want to see that over and over. Another time, perhaps.

Your hips start to gyrate on him as you use his shoulders as purchase, it's not perfect, not by any means, but it's getting the job done. The motion sends just enough pressure between your legs that you groan a little, seeking out more of it. Steve's watching you use his thigh as your way to get yourself off and he wonders why the two of you have never tried this before.

"Look at you. You're so needy tonight. Jealous I'm spending time with EP and not you? So jealous you had to come in while we're working?"

Your eyes had fallen shut, trying to focus on the sensation of you rubbing against him. Trying to focus on how his hands are gripping your hips so you don't fall and they're almost tight enough to bruise. At that though, at what he says your eyes shoot open. "Jealous my boyfriend is spending all night with Elvis Presley. Maybe a little. I did like him in his movies. Viva Las Vegas when he was all wet. Maybe I should have dragged him out here- he would have-"

Steve takes the opportunity to bite your neck, it's a tiny nip but it's enough to drown out your words in a muffled whimper. Steve's focused on the doorway, focused on the dark spot in the doorway but you don't notice as you're facing the other way.

"You're on my thigh, babe. He wouldn't know what to do with you. My sweetheart, my minx. You'd chew him up and spit him out." His thigh moves to meet your gyrations, chasing after the space between your legs to add more pressure, to see your eyes roll into the back of your head. "He'd be talking too much you'd have choke him with his ascot."

Your eyes light up for a moment before your hand moves to his neck, playing with the ascot he has fastened around it. A smirk crosses your features as you pull just slightly, earning a cough from Steve. "I'd have to choke him? Mr. Binder. If I didn't know any better you want me to do that to you. Can't stay quiet either?"

He can still talk, just barely but it's softer this time, closer to a murmur against your ear. He takes one of your hands from his shoulder and moves it down to his clothed cock pressing against his slacks. "I feel like I'm going to come in my pants like a teenager, sweetheart. You know how loud I get."

You growl something that's practically inhuman at the knowledge, your speed increasing as you hear a bit back moan that sounds just a little deeper than Steve's but write it off as your boyfriend losing himself to the sensation of you on against his thigh. The pressure isn't as consistent as you'd like but you can feel something building, feel the heat coiling in your lower abdomen as Steve starts whispering more filth the tighter your grip on his ascot gets. "Babe, should have had you take off your pants. You're gonna make a mess of yourself and I can't clean it up. Promise tomorrow, later- We'll take a few hours break."

The image that comes to mind has Steve between your legs, taking his time with you, his mouth on your most intimate parts earning moans and groans as your hand yanks at his hair. Your answering whine has his grip on your hips tightening as you move faster, desperate to cum for him- for both of you. One of his hands, the one not on your hip moves between your legs, under your slacks as you thrust in just a certain way that has you biting back your moan of pleasure and practically flopping against him. You feel Steve shudder against you, your grip on the ascot making it a little hard for him to do anything but a whimper as he follows you. He pulls his hand of your slacks and finds that there's a bit of cum on them. Your hand at this point has dropped down from his ascot and you eye his hand, watching as he just licks the cum off his fingers with a smirk.

"Steve-" You start before he pulls you in for a kiss.

"Later, babe." A pause. "We're still gonna be here for a while, why don't you go home and clean yourself up. I'll- I'll call you when I'm going to leave, okay?"

Your answering pout almost does him in, almost makes him forget that there's another person in this room that only he can tell his here and almost makes him take off your clothes. He has a job to do though and you- he wants to keep you to himself. You sigh.

"Promise? No sleeping at the studio?"

He puts his hand up and does a scouts' salute. "Scout's honor, babe. Now, go. Love you."

You hop off him, adjusting your slacks and underwear before rushing out the door. "Love you too!"

Steve stays sitting down for a good five minutes, listening to his breathing as well as the mildly heavy breathing of the person in the shadows. He moves to stand up and walk out the door, prepared to shut it before he stops at the threshold. "E, next time you want to watch me and my partner, give us a warning. They're mine and I'm not really big on getting them stolen from under me by you. See you in five."

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[stylusmusings]

Could you please do a NSFW ABC for Dacre Montgomery, if you do write for Him, thanks

Not particularly attracted to him but if there's enough interest?

#dacre montgomery #dacre montgomery smut #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x reader #darce montgomery #stranger things #stranger things cast #stranger things gay #lgbt

[polksaladbutler]

hey lovies! my requests r now open! submit anything mwah!

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[peculiarpatches]

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐱 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

this is part 1 of 4 or 5 (??) parts. if you like this, please give it a like and or reblog (or both). feedback is appreciated, always!! this first chapter contains smut. so if that makes you uncomfortable, this isn’t for you. and again, this is part one of others so there will be more :) 

WARNING: public sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, angst slightly??? but not really??? it’s going to get angsty more later down the road, lmao. so, buckle up. it’s one hell of a ride. enjoy :)

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A flush of regret wipes over my body. The moment our lips touch,  it washes over me like a waterfall. One drop then thousands of drops came pouring down, soaking me until I was drowning in it. Regret & anxiety; Both washes over me and yet,  I  know  what I am doing is wrong but I can't bring myself to stop. A tiny part of me didn't want it to stop, either.  He knew that, I knew that.  Yet, nobody said anything. We didn't have to. We were too busy, too caught up, in each other that we didn't need to talk. No words needed to be spoken, to be said. We knew it was wrong but... if it was so wrong, why did it feel  so right?  A moan escapes past my lips and drips onto his tongue. His hands found their way to my hips, fingers sneakily trailing up my shirt and he curls his fingernails deep into my skin, making another whimper slip out from me;  no matter how hard I tried not to speak or let any noise out, he got me to do the complete opposite.  "Now, now, remember what I said... We've got to keep quiet, okay, baby girl?" He had said this earlier  and yet, it seemed as if he wanted nothing more than to get me to scream and shake.  To be putty in his hands, to melt under his touch..  The little shit was trying anything - everything - to get me to make noise.  And unfortunately, it was working.   I  shouldn't love him and he  shouldn't love me. Yet, here we were; Tangled together  with our lips locked and our hands caressing every body piece we could manage to find.    We were in the most uncomfortable place to do this at, though. We were in one of the closets  of Hawkin's community pool. It was after hours now,  the pool had been closed for some time, they always closed when the sun went down and when the children's fathers got off of work and the mothers had to be quick on their feet and head home to cook them a meal.  A few people were still in the parking lot, a few life guards were also gathering their supplies and getting ready to set, sail, and go home. Yet, Billy told me he had a surprise for me if I stayed past my curfew and past my work schedule.  Of course, I knew what he wanted. I knew what he had up his sleeve.  (The so called surprise, as you may have guess is... *drum roll*  his cock!! What an amazing present to gift someone, right?)   I, being the dumbass that I am, agreed, though.   It wasn't bad, per say. It never was bad. Hell, it only got better within each sacred and secret moment we shared together.  That's where the problem was at; I was tired of being a secret. Tired of hiding from everyone. Tired of feeling used. I wasn't Billy's rag doll he could use and carry with him wherever. I also wasn't his personal sex toy that he could slip his dick into whenever, wherever.  I was tired. So, fucking, tired. I was  exhausted, mentally and physically. Having to keep the secrets buried away, hiding them in a place they can't be broken or seen, it was truly going to be the death of me.  Especially from Steve. I was tired of lying to him.  Steve Harrington was my best friend. Best friends since kindergarten, he and I. I hated that I was hiding my relationship - was it even that? - with Billy to him.  Steve and I went to each other for everything.  Always have, always will. When he and Nancy broke up, he came to me, crying his heart out and drowning my shirts (and pillows and blankets) with tears and snot.  (Thankfully, he cleaned them up so I didn't have to. I would've done it in a heartbeat, though. I loved Steve. Steve is my best friend, I'd do anything for him, as I know he'd do anything for me.   So, lying to him made me feel like the shittiest person alive.)   That night, along with many other restless ones, we  talked  and talked until the sun came up.  I did everything I could to make him happy, to cheer him up. I baked him his favorite cookies and favorite meal once as well to try and make him feel better. Almost burnt the kitchen down while doing so, too. And, okay, maybe, the meal and the cookies didn't work out and I failed. In the end, it put a smile on Steve's face which is all I had been dying to see.  Soda dripped from Steve's nose and burnt his nostrils, he was laughing so hard when the fire alarm went off, letting us know the cookies in the oven were bursting in flames. Luckily, we saved the kitchen from exploding with fire and clouding with smoke. Can't say the same for the cookies, sadly.  From that day and onward, he and I still made jokes about burnt crisp cookies and nearly dying because of trying to bake them together.  It was one of our favorite inside jokes, actually.  ("I went to the store yesterday and I walked up and down the aisles and guess what? Not a single one had burnt crisp cookie dough.")  ("You see this bullshit, Harrington? All the cookies in the world are at this fundraiser expect for burnt crisp cookie dough!"  "Oh, man, I'm going to have to talk to the principal about that one... I cannot believe they'd do something like this.") When I got dumped by  one of the basketball players on the Hawkin's high school team, Steve was the first (and only) one who reached out to me and cheered me up. He rented out a few of our favorite movies together and before they could close, Steve and I were quick to rush to the grocery store and we picked up as much junk food as our arms could carry.   That night - along with others - was full of nothing but contagious laughter, sweet and salty foods, and horrible but too good to put down and look away movies.   All the thoughts of Steve wash away once I  feel Billy's hand dip  into the opening of my underwear, his calloused fingers pushing the thin layer of fabric aside  as his index finger slips between my folds, a gasp leaving me as I feel his touch.  His touch felt like fire among my skin, and I was an ice cube, melting in the palm of his hands.  I could feel myself sinking and sinking, slipping away into the pleasure he was about to bring onto me.  "I love when you make that face," He whispers against my neck, lips drifting across my skin, not quite in contact but not so far away either where I couldn't feel him. His breath was hot and I could smell the peppermint gum as he talked.  "Love hearing those pretty but pornographic moans of yours.... gets my cock so hard, you get me so worked up, baby girl...." Billy's scent was intoxicating. Even right now with the  left over smell of coconut lotion smeared across his skin from lathering himself up early in the morning, he smelled perfect. As perfect as can get. He smelled of coconut  mixed with peppermint and a cologne I couldn't pinpoint on exactly what  or which brand. All the scents together may sound odd and unsatisfying but I was nearly drooling as the different fragrances overwhelmed my senses. That and the fact he pushes his index and middle finger inside me, so easily, without any trouble whatsoever. Him, doing that earned another  gasp to fall off  of my lips as it was so sudden, so unexpected.  I knew I was wet, could feel the puddle of wetness coating the bottom half of my underwear but I hadn't known I was so hot and bothered he could easily slip two fingers into me. I shouldn't act so surprised, this was Billy Hargrove, after all. Billy was one, if not, the most attractive guy in Hawkin's, Indiana. Well...in our age group, anyways. A lot of other students and fellow classmates were far from attractive. (Minus Steve, but of course, he doesn't count. He knows he's attractive, just as much as Billy does. Me, telling him he's cute and everything wouldn't change the fact. He already knows it.) Moments like this, I wish I had a jar I could bottle these memories up and store them away, have a look back upon them some day with a smile on my face. I've never felt so alive, so wanted, needed and loved... not until I met Billy.  He made me feel as if I was on cloud nine and he made me feel as if  I could do anything - everything -  and I wasn't just some girl, some hookup, to him. I was special. Sure, hiding and keeping secrets wasn't the greatest feeling in the world, I'll have to have a talk with him about it, about the way I felt, but as of right now, I wanted to touch him the way he was touching me. I wanted to make him feel the butterflies in the pit of his stomach, the ones I was feeling right now. The ones I always feel when he presses his lips against mine or when he just touches me, in general. Hell, even when he smiles in my direction, holds my hand with his much larger one and or laughs at a not so funny joke I tell. I wanted to make his heart skip a beat, as he did with me. I wanted to make him feel as special as he makes me. Before I could register what I am about to say, those three little words leave my lips before I could put a stop to them.  "I love you."  I couldn't stop the sentence, even if I tried.  Billy said nothing. He hums in reply, but no words leave his mouth. He continues to move his fingers back and forth, curling and scissoring his digits deep inside me. I groan quietly, leaning my head back against the shower tile wall, holding myself up the best I could from the position I was in. "There's a good girl," is all he says. He either doesn't acknowledge what I said or he chose to ignore it. My heart aches at the second option but the feeling goes away rather fast as he's sinking to his knees and spreading my legs far apart, his head guiding up to face my cunt and before I know it, his tongue - his mouth - everything is inside and I feel as if I'm on fire.   "Oh... Oh, Billy..." I mewl,  slowly my eyelids drift close on their own as I press my lower half into his  welcoming mouth, my breathing began to grow heavy as his tongue swirls against my cunt which hardens underneath him.  He grips his fingers into my thighs, more  than likely putting imprints of his nails into my skin by  how hard he pressed them down. I didn't mind a few bruises. The bruises were  a reminder this was all happening and not some form of my imagination.    Even from the position he was in, I could feel the outline of his lips curving upward and I didn't need to look down to see the famous Hargrove smirk sitting there across his face; I could feel him smiling in between my thighs.    He, to my disappointment, pulls away, but he doesn't stay far back for too long. The cheeky little shit only wanted to lock eyes with me, shoot me a wink before diving back down in between my legs, eating me out as if he was starving. Saliva dripped down his chin and I could feel it sliding off of my thighs, too.  His tongue was everywhere, going from my pussy to the inside of my thighs to my clit back and all over again. He was devouring me, eating me out as if we were running out of time which was far from the truth.   I didn't mind it one bit. Wasn't complaining in the slightest.  My only  issue was how close I was getting to an orgasm. The signs were all there, slowly building up. My heart was pounding faster than before, my legs were shaking and my knees began to buckle. It was getting harder to keep upward.  My eyelids  could barely keep open, the familiar fluttery feeling grew bigger and stronger in my stomach. Billy, probably knowing I was close to my peak, pulled away and before he stands up, he pushes his shorts down, letting them hang by his feet. "Next time, princess, I want to see that mouth of yours stuffed with my cock; see you gagging for it, all around me. As of right now, I just want to fuck you and leave you  breathless, now bend over and let me see that pretty pussy of yours, baby. 'm gonna wreck it, have you feeling me for days, have you feeling this cock in your stomach. That's what you want, isn't it? To be fucked like I hate you?"    Before I could reply, he's taking me by the wrist and bending me forward, laying my body against one of the shelves in the closet as he rubs my opening with the head of his cock, sending a shiver to run through my body, goosebumps prickling my skin as I breathe through my nose, closing my eyes. I wait for him, wait for the stretch and the opening of his cock but it doesn't come as quickly as I would have liked.  "I don't, by the way. Hate you." He said, leaning forward whereas his back touches my own, "I'll fuck you like I do but I don't. The feeling is mutual." He said and before I could reply - before I could ask what he meant - he's pushing forward, pressing his cock deep inside me, sinking into me with a growl.   "You're so fucking tight, always so fucking tight." He grunts, hissing through his teeth as he rocks his hips back and forth, his cock going deeper inside me, inch by inch, I feel him. He's all I could feel.  He's all I want to feel.  "Please..... please, Billy." My words are crumbling together, my body was breaking apart.  "Tell me," He purred,  his breath lightly  fanning against my ear as he spoke,  his voice was low and irresistible, it made every part of me shake as he spoke. "Tell me what you want. You have to speak up in order to get what you want, love.... So, tell me." "Just you, you, you, you." I'm begging now. I can feel myself getting closer and closer. I'm holding onto the shelf so tightly because I'm afraid I'm going to fall over.   The feeling is growing, the bubbling sensation is getting larger and I can feel myself getting ready to burst.  "Please, Billy, fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like I'm some whore on the street. Fuck me-" My words are cut off by the way he pulls out only to slam back into me. Him, doing this  - the sudden force and movement - is what makes me come undone. I knew I wasn't going to last long.  Luckily, neither does he. "Oh, fuck. Already came, did you? Such a good girl. Fuck~ you're such a good girl for me. 'm gonna cum too, fuck, I'm so close, (Y/N)." His words, much like mine were, slur together, his thrusts become sloppy and messy. And before I know it, he's cumming with a cry of my name, filling me up as he does so.  "Shit...." He groans, pulling back slowly as he then pulls me up with him, pulling me around to face him as he kisses me suddenly,  the taste of myself still strong on his tongue. It shouldn't be a turn on but it was. However, I was too exhausted for a round two any time soon.  I kiss him back, smiling against his lips.  We stay in this position for a few seconds, saying nothing because the kiss says what all that I needed to hear. He loved me too.  Pulling back, Billy smiles and moves a few pieces of hair out from my face, leaning forward, he captures my forehead with his lips, kissing it with so much softness and affection, I feel all warm and tingly on the inside.  This is the Billy nobody but me got to see. This is the Billy I was in love with.  Not the one he portrayed for everyone in town to see. He didn't have to play pretend, to put on a show, I loved him for who he was. Even the fake persona he wore. I knew it wasn't him, not at all.  "I love you."  Something flashes across his face the moment I say those three words, there's a certain  look in his eyes I can't make out but he grins nonetheless and pulls me closer to him, hand finding their way to my cheeks as he  moves to kiss me the way he had done before. "And I love you."  Of course, I should have known he was lying.  It was Billy Hargrove, after all.  He didn't date.  Didn't fall in love.  All he cared about was the person that looked back at him in the reflection of his mirror and getting into girl's pants, no matter who it was.  More importantly, he didn't fall in love with me.  It was all a lie, all a trick, and I was nothing more than a puppet on strings for him to toy around with.  I didn't know this until the next day. If I had known, I wouldn't have given myself up to him so easily. 

I was -  I still am - a fool for falling for his little white lies.  I should have known.  All the red flags were there but..... I guess I was just color blind.  I just wanted to be loved. And I thought he loved me..... I really did. I guess I was just another girl to put on the top of his list. 

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[pinkiebieberpie]

good time .̮ෆ.｡๑º

(billy hargrove x f!reader ft. best friend!eddie munson x f!reader)

this is my first time writing something longer and english is not my first language so i'm a little bit scared, but feedback and reblogs are really appreciated!! ♡

words: 2.3k

warnings: mention of smoking weed, alcohol comsumption, fingering, unprotected sex, petnames (baby, doll), dirty talk - let me know if i've missed something

do you know this feeling like everything in your life is just fine? because that's what y/n felt when she woke up one friday morning. she had a job she liked - she was a waitress in a dinner, y/n liked working with people so this job gave her a lot of joy and a lot of opportunities to meet someone new. the other thing she was happy about that one friday morning was her friendship with one and only eddie munson. they were neighbours since they were kids living one trailer next to each other. eddie and y/n had a lot of things in common, but also so much that made them different. people called eddie "the freak" and automatically y/n became "the one who hangs out with the freak". not that she cared about it much, she knew what she's worth and mean comments did nothing to her and her friendship with eddie.

so you can tell that she was grateful for two things - her job and her best friend, not much but it made her morning way better.

she stepped outside her trailer and smiled wide when she saw eddie waiting for her next to his van so both of them can drive to school like almost every morning.

"you are late" eddie commented and opened a door for his best friend when y/n just showed him her middle finger and laughed, he did the same and a few moments later both of them were driving to school listening to music that eddie chose.

"we should go to jenny's party today" y/n said out of nowhere and eddie almost choked on his saliva, they both weren't party goers. that was one of the things they had in common.

"are you crazy? what- where did this idea came from?" munson raised his eyebrow and looked at his friend.

"i don't know, but i know the girl i told you about will be there, i met her at the dinner and trust me, she's 100% your type, eds" y/n said happily "c'mon, this will be fun!"

"fun? when was the last time we were at a party? nobody ever invites us, y/n" he shooked his head "aren't we the freaks or something?"

"we are just cooler than other people" y/n said "so what? you coming with me or not?"

eddie needed a moment to think about it, he was quiet all the way to school and at the parking lot he finally said one simple "i'll come with you"

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y/n was excited for this party, maybe because this wasn't her normal way of spending friday evening. she was usually with eddie watching a movie or smoking something or she was at work, but today wasn't her shift so she wanted to make it the best friday night ever.

eddie was the one who knocked at her door first, he was wearing his everyday outfit and y/n laughed a little bit when she saw him.

"are you really wearing your hellfire club shirt?" she asked.

"yeah, that's my signature look! but you've changed a couple of things... new hairstyle? new top? are you trying to impress someone at this party?" eddie was curious, he really was. what the hell happened to his best friend?

"i'm just hoping for a good time" she said with a smile and winked at him. eddie just shooked his head and both of them get to his van to go to jenny's party.

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jenny's house wasn't too far away from the trailer park. y/n and eddie only had a 15 minutes ride - full of metal music, both of them liked it, well, y/n only liked it because of eddie. he forced her to listen to music with him when they were younger, now she likes it almost as much as he does, but all the credits goes to eddie munson. speaking of music he also teached her how to play guitar, but she was bad at this, when eddie was a natural.

when they have arrived at the party there already were a lot of people. the first thing y/n wanted to do was to find a girl she was talking about to eddie. her name was stacy and y/n were sure she and eddie would get along. stacy also was in a band, she played the bass and she also liked fantasy games. she was basically eddie munson but female. it took them some time to find her but when they did eddie was impressed.

"i'll leave you two alone, find me later, eds!" y/n said and went inside the house leaving her friend and stacy alone on the patio. she decided to get something to drink so her next stop was in the kitchen. y/n made herself a drink and looked around. she knew some of the people but some of them were new to her. and there was one particular person moving in her direction with a grin on his lips. billy hargrove. she knew him, there was probably not one single person in hawkins who didn't. one thing - she never really talked to him, except taking his orders at the dinner.

"am i having hallucinations? y/n y/l/n at a party?" he said moving closer to y/n. she just took a sip from her drink.

"maybe you should get used to it" she said and shrugged "it's never too late to change something in your life, right?"

"are you here alone? or with this freak you are friends with?" billy asked "you really should find new friends by the way"

"my friends are none of your business, hargrove" y/n looked at him "don't you have somewhere else to be or some other girl to bother?"

he just laughed. and y/n thought this was a really nice sound and that made her feel weird. billy hargrove is not nice and there is nothing nice about him... but he was good looking. really fucking good looking. something switched in her mind, wasn't she at this party for good time? something about making this the best friday night ever? why not billy helping with this? yes, he was an asshole and he used girls and he probably just wanted to be able to score her out of his list of girls he fucked but was this really a big problem to y/n? no, not tonight.

"i think you want me to bother you" he winked at her and get a little bit closer, at this point y/n wanted to play his game. she jumped on the kitchen counter and looked at him.

"you say so? interesting observation, tell me more about it" she once again took a sip from her drink and then put the empty cup next to her.

"it's your first party in... forever? you are here alone, waiting for somebody to keep you company and something tells me you are looking for something more than just a little conversation" billy said and in a few moments he was standing between y/n's legs, his hands on her thighs. her eyes was on his hands in just a few seconds, then she looked at him again. he was closer. he was so fucking close.

"and in my humble opinion you are looking for another girl for one night and you think you've just found one, don't you?" she grinned and licked her lips.

"what if i did?" he raised his eyebrow "tell me i'm wrong and i'll leave you alone, y/n"

after that she said nothing. she was just looking at him, first her eyes were on his eyes and two seconds later she looked at his lips. he reacted immediately and kissed her. the kiss was passionate and hungry. her hands found their place in his hair keeping his face close to hers. their kiss was more and more wet and full of lust. y/n moaned a little in his lips and billy just growled at this. she was the one who pushed him back a little bit first and he was confused at first and looked at her with a questioning look on his face.

"do you wanna go somewhere more private?" y/n asked and billy was really surprised by her question. he was still looking at her - y/n's hair were a little bit messy from him keeping his hand on her head during the kiss, her lips were more pink than usual and just a bit more swollen. she already looked like a wet dream and he didn't even touched her yet.

billy didn't answer her question, he just took her hand in his. she jumped out of the counter and followed him. they went to the bathroom and billy locked the door behind them. y/n was the first one to kiss him then and this kiss was even more lustful than the previous one. billy's hands were on y/n in a matter of seconds. first on her hips pulling her closer to him then on her ass. she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. she started kissing his neck, but he stopped her really fast. he wanted to kiss her, touch her, to be in charge. just a little bit later his lips were on her neck, she moaned softly and he felt like he was about to explode.

"fuck, never thought you could sound so sweet, baby" he said and then he bit y/n's neck. she nearly screamed. y/n was sure this will leave a mark - billy loved it. he wanted people to see that somebody, no, not somebody - that he had her. he placed her on top of a sink, his lips were on hers once again and his hands started to unbutton her jeans. y/n helped him with that and then she was in front of him just in her peachy top and underwear. she didn't want to wait any longer and unbuttoned his jeans too. when she was doing it billy saw that she was already wet. this cute girl from the dinner? letting him fuck her in some random person's bathroom? he got a little bit lost in his own mind and came back to real world when he heard her voice.

"you going to do something or you want me to fuck you on this floor?" y/n raised her eyebrow waiting for his next move. this left him a little bit shocked and the idea of her riding his dick here was in fact very tempting, but maybe next time? now he touched her through her panties. y/n closed her eyes a little bit and bit her lips. when billy saw this he slapped her cheek, not too hard, but enough for her to feel it. she looked at him with wide eyes.

"look at me and be loud, let me hear you, doll" he growled next to her ear. his fingers slipped inside her underwear and inside her, she was actually really wet. billy cursed when he felt it. y/n grabbed billy's shoulders. she wasn't a virgin but she also wasn't this close with anybody in a long time. "fuck, don't tell me my fingers alone are too much for you" billy said and started moving them faster and faster. at this point y/n was just a mess, she put her head on his shoulder and bit him when she came on his fingers for the first time, he hissed the second he felt her teeth. her breath was loud and uneven. billy moved one step from her and took off his boxers. he grabbed her legs, moved her underwear to the side and next thing y/n knows is his dick inside her, taking the breath away from her lungs completely.

"f-fuck, billy-" y/n moaned loudly, she was wet but still felt like this is too much "slow down, fuck!" she cried a little and pulled on his hair with her fingers.

"c'mon baby, you can take me, you wanted this" he said and moaned too. he was right she wanted this, fuck, she wanted this so bad. and now she had it. billy hargrove pounding in her on the sink in one of her classmates bathroom. making her a walking mess. he knew what he was doing, with a reputation like this he absolutely knew what he was doing. y/n felt she's close again and billy felt that too. she was getting tighter and tighter. he was still moving inside her, he wanted to touch her but she was quicker and started playing with her clit by herself, at this sight he was the one who almost screamd.

"god, you are dirty" he commented and let her play with herself, y/n started mumbling something but billy wasn't sure what, not that he cared. she came again, stronger than before. he still was moving inside her, she was sensitive but all of this felt like heaven. he came a few moments after her second orgasm when he pulled out and ruined her panties. she was still catching her breath when billy started putting his clothes back on. when he was ready he took a package of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one of them. y/n looked at him, she was a bit tired but she couldn't stop thinking about how hot and sexy he looks right now. she took a piece of paper and tried to clean her underwear now covered with billy's cum. when she did that she put her jeans back on and came closer to billy. he was looking at her all the time. she took his cigarette and while staring in his eyes she started smoking, billy licked his lips.

"fuck, baby, stop being so fuckin sexy or next time i see you in that little uniform in the dinner i'll fuck you on the table"

"i'm closing on mondays, don't be late" y/n said and winked at him, then gave him his cigarette and just like that she left the bathroom. billy was still there, standing with his mouht open and she knew she would have a lot of fun just in three days.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #darce montgomery #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x female reader #eddie munson x female reader #best friend!eddie munson

[charmed-asylum]

𝒩ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ ℰ𝓁𝓈ℯ ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇

𝒩ℴ𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ ℰ𝓁𝓈ℯ ℳ𝒶𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 , Chapter 1

Summary: Rosary Woods used to spend her summers in Hawkins. Now years later with untimely death of her father, she sent to live with her grandparents. Coming back to a place that use to give her pleasant memories but now full with dark secrets she hopes never see daylight. Her plan was simple easy till one night she finds a drunk boy full of curls and after life never the same.

FYI: This is my 1st fanfic. I do have dyslexia so if something wrong let me know. If you like it let me know same if you don’t. #Foodie be out this week too. ** Side note I’m looking for some talent ** tag list open

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐿𝒾𝓈𝓉

Tagged: @alagalaska @nottherightseason @alias-b @screensirenfic @linkispink1995 @staticscreenwriting

How the hell did all this happened. How the FUCK this happen. How did I end up alone on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere? Cold as hell with a runny nose from my tears and sharp pain of betrayal. I know now. It all started a couple of months ago. When I was tossed into this hickory town. Where one night find a stupid blue eyes boy drunk out his mind. With your stupid Mother, Mary's attitude had to help him. Now that drunk piece of shit made you fall for him to drop kick you in a small amount of a few months.

My brown eyes fill with glittery tears, tried to think back on every step that lead me here what was it? What did I do wrong? What I would do to go back to that night in October. Go back to that day I met that boy that came out of nowhere and changed my life

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The fall air left a warm scent as I walk out the greyhound in my short denim overalls with a plain white short-sleeved shirt and black and white converses with black laces. My long midnight black wavy hair dancing with the wind with my red heart shades on, taking my around at my surroundings. Even though I have been here many times, this was the first time I came that wasn’t summer visits.

Those had an arrival and departure two way this time though was a one way. It was a lot different than home, Florida. It’s always sunny and things to do unlike here. Flipping my cassette player back on I walk over to the rusted metal benches and wait for my ride. I didn’t want to be here. However, when you have no other choice what can you do. My life stuffed in my dad's old beat-up army bag. I lend back hoping this was a dream and I wake up home with my dad not here. I didn’t hate here I just hate why I’m here. The two-day bus rides a dread and didn't help. Still, I’m stuck with nothing to do but cruise under the radar till graduation. Toss the cap in the air and by the time it's back in my hands I have another ticket to somewhere else.

I gentle tap took me out from my inner monologue into reality. An older woman in her 60s with short curly golden frost hair bright red lipstick that got bit on her front tooth in a flower print long dress. In all, she was the fifth unseen golden girl or what I know her as grams.

“‘HELLO ROSARY. You hear me call for you over there by the car” Grams shouts into my ear. Looking up at her I smile and move my bag out the way to hug her tight.

“ Sorry, the meds got me all out of it. Hi, grams it good to see you” I said holding onto the strap of my bag. She gave me a nod and kiss my cheek leaving an imprint.

“ Oh shut I forgot. Sorry, we couldn’t get your flights no airport close by. Sweetie. Grab your bag we can go home” Grams says walking and talking to the car. Tucking my shades in my pocket I follow her music still playing in my ears.

“ Where Papa at,” I asked looking out the window.

“ Oh, he at the diner checking on things. But he will be back by dinner. I sign you up for school. You start tomorrow. Your car will be ship here in two weeks so the bus to school till then” Grams said pulling up to the house. “ Look, honey. I know things have been hard the last few months but coming here can be your fresh start. So it’s up to you what you do. Stay sane try to be different better you dear” Grams said getting out of the car. Simply put it don’t fuck up this time.

“ Yes. Ma’am. I’m gonna the perfect granddaughter” I said with a eat shit grin.

“Don’t do that it’s tacky. I did not mean what I said that way sweetie. Huh lord, I need my soaps. Drop your stuff in your room” Grams said walking into the house.

My room more like a guest room. They tried though I give them that the last time I been here was years ago when I was 11. Then after that was with my dad across seas. By then the damage was done. Walls were eggshell white with a few pictures of me by dad and them that set on the wall by the window. The bed was against the wall with a small glass nightstand with a trunk in front. Probably the same one my dad had when he was my age. The small closet across the bed and an old oakwood dresser. This will do I’m sure in no time she can make it homie. I push my hand on the bed testing out the string a bit. This is my life now. Better just get used to it. Anger bubble deep in my chest as it slowly starts to hit me. This is a life I don't want. I wanted the life I had before one that was far from perfect but he was there. I toss my bag beside me with a bit of force and scream into my hands.

It took no time till I was done. I change up the pictures and some more on my dresser. A few things on the nightstand then to top it off my mint condition organized record collection in a purple crat that sat beside my dad's 1960s Gibson Hummingbird Fixed Bridge acoustic guitar.

“ So you all done. It’s not much but we go somewhere someday. Sorry, papa wasn’t here. After Benny passed away our place been the hot spot. Back to the glory days, he says” Grams said with a chuckle. I sat down beside her legs cross under me and started to flip through Good Housekeeping

“ So Benny no more. Anything else happens since I have been here last” I asked getting comfortable.

“Let's see. That Will kid you babysit a few times went miss for a week or so. Last year. And that’s about it. I don’t pay much attention to those things. Papa and I are going to bible study tonight. I know you not up to it this week. So you don’t have to go but I am looking forward to next week” Grams said. I ruffled my hand into my deep chocolate hair and nod yes.

“ I would love that. Thank you. That reminds me. I have to fill up on my pain killers. If it’s not much to ask can you please take me one day this week? Or may I go into town myself” I asked taking out my pill bottle?

Still, months later the pain reminds the same. Even the memories still were in tack as if it happened minutes ago. A tear rolled down my face just reliving it. Grams hold me tight smoothing me and rubbing my back as I let out a heavy cry. My dainty finger claw into her shoulder blade as tight as possible. I didn’t hate that I was here I just hate the why.

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DADDY!!” I shout out. My body was soaked with a cold sweat and tears still running down my cheeks. Too weak to even move, I bend over cup my hands into my face, and scream.

Always the nightmares. Always the same two each night. Back home I would find a party or smoke or wave to ride but here. NOTHING. I promise a new me I remind myself. One that is not set to explode any second. One that took all their demons and bury it in the deepest hole. This me doesn’t let them loose but keep them hidden tight. That won’t break and burn everything she touches. This me be gentle, kind, and read the Bible instead of throwing my fist. I promise my father that even my estranged grandparents will be better.

After a good pity party, I decided to stay wasn’t gonna help me. I needed to out. I toss on some navy blue gym shorts pull down my Scooby-Doo t-shirt, which was getting a little bit smaller than last time I warn it years ago, decided for a walk.

Grams and Papa came back from church just after 11. Just missing the kids trick or treating. I stay back gave an empty smile say hello few folks who came by or heard over the rumor mill I was back. None who I really care about. The clock blink, 3:00. The cool breeze comforts me like a blanket over my shoulders. Music played close to mute. I thought about it all. If he at peace would I see him again. Could I make it to June in this town?

Far ahead of me on my way back, I saw a figure laying on the crisp grass. After the stories, Grams told me I wonder if it was anything important. As I got closer I saw an outline of a person. I stop and slow my walking this time with caution. Till I was right beside him. He was rocking back and forth humming some song no shirt tight-ass pants and hair messy with no shoes. This boy diffidently was fucking or having a good time. Part of me envies him and that freedom. Another knew it was because even if I don’t say it out loud he beautiful mess. Totally my type and that what it got tricky he was a reminder of the past I was hoping to leave behind. Flipping my hair out my face I got down to eye level and gently touch him.

“ Hey Hey you alright, “ I asked shaking him a bit.

He looks up and grins at me with a sleepy doozy grin. His eyes sparkle in the night sky and for a second I forgot he was drunk. My stomach did this thing I only ever felt a few times before. Back when I was happy. I shook my head and look around for help or at less to see if he drove or had friends. No luck. Part of me thought it be best to leave but then I saw it. Right below his eyes the old bruise and cuts. My jaw tightened till it clicks.

“ Mommy. Mommy” he said touching my face. I felt the cold touch of his ring against my lips. I tap it to the side and wrap his arm around me to get him up. Praying to God he, not a psycho, or I will regret this. He started to kiss my neck all while calling me mommy. Kinky mother fucker

“ Yeah Hot Wheels, not your mommy come on almost there,” I said helping him back home. He giggles and tried to be a handy hand reaching my hip and butt.

“ Holy shit your you are your a doll baby” he slurred into my ear.

Praying any god’s that my grandparents don’t wake up to him almost knocking everything down. I put my hand to his mouth and a finger to mine so he shut up. On the first day of this new me, I’m playing babysitting to a drunk man child. With ease, I toss him on my bed. He cuddles with one of my pillows squeezing my old grumpy carebear and drifts to sleep. I waited a second before I went and made my own special hangover shake and a bucket for the morning. Taking more time time to clean his face a bit and hand as gentle as I could. Time blink at 3:58, I sat on the floor against my dresser and watch him sleep. Wondering if a boy like that had nightmares too.

I woke up two hours later. Still on the floor face left with a carpet imprint. The boy from this morning now turns over to the other side against the wall sound asleep. I got up from my spot on wobbly legs grab some things and head to the bathroom.

As the cold water hit my face I kept thinking about before till the face of baby blue came into mine. His eyes look like way mine when I look into the mirror and it puzzles me. Never have I found someone else that had the same eyes as mine. Apart from me wonder what was behind those eyes. I shack it off as I dry my hair. If the boy's eyes look like mine then that means on things, his demons were just as bad. I change into tacky stuck in time uniform and walk back deep in thoughts when I stop. The boy was gone. I rush out of my room almost tripping over my own foot, empty. Nothing change in my room just the note. It wasn’t till I sat and smell the faint scent of cologne and cigarettes. It wasn’t a dream he was real. I laugh at myself there no way I will be seeing him again.

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He couldn’t remember much just that her face was half cover by her loose curly hair that shines against the streetlight. The innocent big brown eyes that went with a sugar-sweet smile. Even though she was nowhere close to his mom. He couldn’t help but think about her. He never saw someone that beautiful before. Holding on to her tight sniff her in, honey and vanilla. He wanted to stare at her as long as he could but as soon as he hit the twin size bed he was out.

“Fuck am I” he hissed holding his head trying to think what happened last night. Last he remembered was making out with some blonde at the Halloween party or was it sex. His eyes look at the cup and bucket. Brown eye. He slowly picks up the note and read it:

Sleepy Head, First off we did not have sex and no I don’t know you. What I can tell you is this you were drunk and laying on someone's lawn alone. I live on Church street and Maple Lane. If it’s before 6 and your reading this back door

He laughs at the note and put it back where he found it. It was still early Neil wouldn’t be awake if he left now. He thought maybe he leave a thank you but it decided against it. He promised himself no attachment just to graduate, save up, and leave. No room for nothing else. Before he left he heard noises from the bathroom. Sound like a peaceful lullaby. Inching close he peaks in to see a figure from behind the curtain. Shaking his head he slips out and all his Mary way her black and white Adidas flip flops whistling her lullaby.

#fanfic #80s #short story #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things #st fanfic #rosary x billy #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargove x oringal character #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove #angst #darce montgomery x oc #darce montgomery imagine #darce montgomery x reader #darce montgomery #nothing else matters #rosary woods oc #rosary woods

[bleubillie]

pregnant | billy hargrove

summary: finding out you’re pregnant with billy’s baby 

pairing: billy hargrove x reader

author’s note: i don’t condone billy’s behavior, however, i do think that the show could’ve done better with his storyline. NO SPOILERS! 

billy and yourself had saved up enough money to place a down payment on a small, shitty, but small house. but it didn’t matter because you guys had each other. 

the two of you worked, with billy at the community pool and you at the mall. 

your guys’ house had only one room, so to say the least, the sex life was active. 

getting into the heat of the moment, billy had forgotten to use protection one night.  

couples weeks later- you’re working at the store folding the clothes when your manager smiles at you 

“bun in the oven, huh?” she asked, which made you look at her in complete confusion. you were wearing a green floral dress which was slightly tight around the waist. 

“i’m sorry, i don’t know what you’re talking about,” 

“oh sweetie, i know when a woman is expecting, they always have a glow about them,” completely shocked, your manager realized what was happening and allowed you to have the rest of the day to yourself. 

usually, billy picked you after work, so you couldn’t just drive to the drugstore

walking towards the exit of the mall, you walked to the drugstore- completely panicked, afraid, and on the verge of tears 

crossing the street over to melvald’s general store, joyce byers working her shift as the store seemed completely empty 

“hi ms. byers, could have two of those test please?” 

joyce looked at the young girl with a small smile and gave the girl the pregnancy test. quickly paying and running back out- stuffing the test into your purse. 

back home, you took the test and sat on the bed waiting for the timer to go off

and when it did- the positive sign left you to cry in your shared bedroom. you and billy weren’t ready for a baby. 

billy, on the other hand, was waiting for you outside the mall and decided to walk inside, going inside the store finding your manager and asking her where you were. 

“she didn’t look so well, so i gave her the day off,” she didn’t want to be the one to break the news to the expecting father. 

billy was worried out of his mind- if you didn’t feel good you could’ve called him at work and he would have no problem picking you up. 

rushing back home, billy ran into the house and found you curled up sleeping in the bed.

lightly shaking you awake, he took notice of your puffy eyes 

“is something wrong? you should have called me?” 

“billy, something’s happened and i don’t know what to do. and please don’t leave me.” 

“you’re worrying me here- you gotta tell me what’s going on?” billy watched as your eyes watered 

you reached into the purse, pulling out the two positive test and handing them to billy 

“surprise.”  

billy went quiet for a moment before nodded his head and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“this isn’t something we planned- at least not for a long time, but we’ll get through it. i won’t leave you, i promise. we’ll work through it together, i swear.” billy’s little speech prompted you to start crying as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his own arms going around your waist 

“i love you,” you whispered into billy’s ear 

“i love you too,” 

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #imagine billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things imagine #eleven #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #johnathan byers #will byers #darce montgomery #darce montgomery imagine #imagine darce montgomery #darce montgomery x reader #steve harrington #steve harrinton imagine #johnathan byers imagine #dustin henderson #lucus sinclair #max mayfield #jim hopper #joyce byers

[alisonwritesimagines]

Young In Love ~Billy Hargrove Imagine~

Requested by anonymous:

Summary: You and Billy are young and in love. But when you’re in love. nothing will get in your way to a happy future together. 

Author’s Note: I need to start writing again. 

It was hard to believe that the Billy Hargrove had a crush on you. It wasn’t that you weren’t well liked, it was just a shock since you were almost the complete opposite of him. When Billy showed interest in you, you thought it was a prank.

It started when you and Jonathan were talking by your locker. You and Jonathan have been friends since your younger brothers became friends. Well your’s was more of a half brother. You and Dustin both had the same mom but different dads since yours had passed away when you were only two. 

As you talked to Jonathan, you notice Billy walking over. 

“There’s that new guy, Billy,” You say quietly as you rolled your eyes. You leaned back against your locker as Billy walked over to you.

“Hello there sexy,” Billy said trying to charm you. 

“Um hi?” You say confused. 

“I’m new here and I was wondering if you’d give me a tour,” Billy smiled. 

“No. I’m sure those girls over there would love to help you though,” You say, pointing over at some girls who were staring at Billy. You walked away with Jonathan following you behind. 

As time rolled on, Billy never gave up on you. He didn’t understand why he was so attracted to you. Was it your eyes? Your innocence that he saw in you? 

“What will it take for you to give up?” You asked Billy as he was by your locker.

“One date. I promise I’ll make it the best one you’ve ever had,” He told you.

“Fine. One date. Pick me up at my place at 5,” You tell him before giving your address to him on a piece of paper. Billy smiled before walking away. 

You wore a simple dress and light makeup. You wanted to look presentable at least. 

“Where are you going?” Dustin asked you. 

“Out on a date,” You tell him.

“With who?” Dustin asked.

“Billy Hargrove. He’s this new kid at school,” You tell him.

“I know his sister. She’s... feisty,” He told you. The doorbell rang making you walk over. You saw Billy with a bouquet of flowers in your front door. 

“You look gorgeous,” He told you. 

“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself,” You say.

“These are for you,” Billy said before handing the flowers to you.

“Y/N, who’s at the door?” Your mom asked.

“My date mom,” You tell her. Your mom walked over to see Billy standing there with a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Henderson. I’ll have Y/N before 10 if it’s alright with you,” Billy tells her.

“Oh okay. You two have fun. I’ll put those flowers in a vase for you sweetie,” Your mom said before taking the flowers from you. 

“You better have her home safe,” Dustin glared at Billy.

“No worries. I promise to have Y/N back in one piece,” Billy tells Dustin. 

Billy kept true to his word. It was the best date you ever had. You both ate at a nice restaurant in town, went out for ice cream, and then skipped rocks at the lake. At the end of the night, you both sat in his care staring out at the view of Hawkins.

“So what do you think?” Billy said.

“Do you take all the girls on dates like this?” You ask Billy.

“No. You’re the first,” Billy tells you. You looked over at him with a questioned look.

“You’re different Y/N. I’m serious. You’re not like other girls and I really enjoy that. All I’m asking is for a chance together,” Billy said.

“I’ll give you one chance,” You tell him as you hold up one finger. 

“You won’t regret this. I promise,” Billy said.

Billy kept his promise ever since. As you both dated, you changed him for the better. You got him to be nicer to Max (who was very grateful), you got him to relax more whenever something was bothering him, and you got him to quit bad habits. To him and everyone who saw the change in Billy, you were an angel. 

It was only a year later that Billy proposed to you. The two of you were young but you didn’t care. The two of you were going to move to California for college and live on a happy life together. Months later, you two were married. 

When the mind flayer came back, Billy was extra protective over you. Since you were close to Dustin and his friends, you were practically dragged into it. During one of the fights, you had gotten hurt really bad where you had to go to the hospital quickly. 

“Help! She’s bleeding really bad,” Billy yelled as he brought you to the ER.

“Doctors!” They lied you down on a bed as they started to make sure you were alright.

“Mrs. Hargrove can you hear us?” One of the nurses ask. You nodded before blacking out. 

Billy never left your side after the doctors had to do a blood transfer and had to stitch you up. Billy held your hand as you lied on the bed asleep. 

“Your wife is a strong fighter,” One of the nurses said as she came to check up on you.

“Yeah, she is,” Billy smiled as he looked at you. 

Almost fifteen years has gone by and you were now lying on a hospital bed again but only to deliver your new baby girl. Billy smiled as he held his newborn daughter. Your three sons sat near Billy as they looked down at their new sister.

“What’s her name?” Your youngest asked.

“Her name is Olivia,” You tell them as you smiled at Billy. 

“You did great sweetie. She’s perfect,” Billy tells you before giving you a kiss on the head.

It’s been so long since you and Billy met. You both were now retired and spent as much time with your grandchildren as possible. You sat on the porch swing as you stared at the beach in front of you. 

“What are you doing sweetheart?” Billy asked as he walked over to you.

“Just admiring the view,” You tell him.

“I told you that Calfornia’s sunsets were better than the ones in Hawkins,” Billy said. You smiled at him as he sat down next to you.

“We did good,” You tell him.

“Thank you for giving me a chance darling,” Billy said before kissing your cheek.

“Thank you for helping me see a different you,” You tell him before kissing his cheek.

“Seventy years old and we can still charm each other,” Billy chuckled. You chuckled as well before leaning your head on his shoulder.

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