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Palm Of Your Hand (I Call Him Karma) - Part 1

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41138001/chapters/103119432

Relationship: Byergrove aka Billy Hargrove/Jonathan Byers

Summary: It started in late October. The first day they arrived. Without thinking, he had raised the camera to his eyes, adjusting the lens to zoom in and snapped a moment in time. As the weeks passed, his obsession with this newest muse grew.

He had been destined for ruin and destruction the moment that Camaro drove into town.

CW: NON-SFW, Stalker!Jonathan, Non-Consensual Voyeurism/Touching, Obsessive Behavior, Child Abuse, Poor Eating Habits, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Words: 9.1k

He didn’t mean for it to become a habit. Really.

It started in late October. The first day they arrived.

Jonathan had dropped Will off at school, as requested by his mother. He would have without her saying so, just as anxious as her to not have Will vanish again. So when he pulled into the high school parking lot shortly after, he rummage for his camera, his film, hoping to get into the dark room to start developing his pictures before first bell. That way he could leave them to dry, pick them up during lunch, and be there right on time to take Will back home.

He stepped out and fiddled with his camera, locking the car behind him and probably looking like a spitting image of his mother with the way he fumbled with the things in his hands, always on the go.

The reeve of that engine had spurred him from his thoughts, Scorpions blaring from the open window as he watched that deep blue Camaro pull into a parking spot.

Something more beautiful stepped out of that vehicle, and Jonathan stared in wonder as the denim clad man closed the door behind him, cigarette between his lips. Jonathan had never been a fan of the smell, and his mother tried to keep it out of the house due to his sensitive nose, but watching the smoke leave his lips had something sparking in his chest.

Without thinking, he raised the camera to his eyes, adjusting the lens to zoom in and snapped a moment in time. The blond turned his face, showing off more of his features, glowing in the early morning sun as Jonathan snapped another. With a flick of his cigarette, he began to walk further away and Jonathan clicked one more time to capture a back shot.

The further away he walked, the easier it was to come out of his daze, blinking a few times and lowering his camera, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. He didn’t need more allegations about him being a creep.

As he walked into the school, bypassing the Camaro and itching to look deeper inside the interior, he wondered if he’d have time to develop his new photographs along with the others.

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He was in the same year as him. They shared biology together. His name was Billy Hargrove. He had a sister. Maxine. Preferred Max. Not related by blood. He drove her to and from school. He established himself quickly into the throes of popularity within one day, from what Jonathan saw in the hallways.

He also looked good from all angles. He was photogenic. Jonathan hadn’t met someone who looked so effortlessly good on film, other than Nancy.

Nancy had invited him to Tina’s Halloween Bash. He wasn’t planning on going. He had planned to take Will trick-or-treating, like he usually did every year. Jonathan hadn’t really had friends until his strange relationship with Nancy. He wasn’t sure where they stood, considering her continued romance with Steve.

He wouldn’t say he hated Steve, but his feelings were complicated. He seemed to be showing change, and Jonathan opted to trust Nancy on that, but they rarely spoke to each other since Will came back. Steve had never uttered an apology to his face, but Jonathan figured perhaps he sought forgiveness via action. Not that he had seen much of that either, not around him.

He really had considered not going, until he heard the girls by his locker giggling.

“That new kid, he’s real hot stuff, huh?” She popped her gum.

“So hot. Do you think he’s coming to Tina’s party?”

“Oh definitely. I think Tommy invited him.”

Their flippant assumption that Billy would be there had solidified Jonathan’s own desire to go. He didn’t know what he expected when he walked into the party, but he was instantly uncomfortable. Jonathan had never liked crowded spaces, always feeling like every eye was on him, judging him, his hunched in shoulders and hand me down clothes.

That feeling dimmed when he caught sight of him across the room. He was golden and rosy, a gorgeous rose gold under Tina’s shitty living room lighting, fingers running down toilet paper hanging from above.

Jonathan wished he had his camera to capture his side of Billy too, the one flushed from alcohol and adorned in leather, glistening with fluid that made his skin sticky. He’s tongue peeked out, pink against stark red lips, but Billy’s focused gaze flickered up from the paper to across the room and with a purposeful stride he was off.

Jonathan followed him with his eyes, unable to help himself, working his way through the crowd to get another glimpse of loose blond curls.

He was with Steve now, staring intensely at him, but it was hard to know whether the stare meant he loathed him or something else. Jonathan’s stomach turned.

He wasn’t sure if he should have come. It had been a bad idea.

When Nancy bumped into him a little while later, covered in spiked punch, he took on the responsibility of taking her home. He helped her into the car, buckled her in, and pushed her hair out of her face, turning back to face the house.

Billy was there, haloed by the light pouring through the glass doors, embers burning at the end of his cigarette. He wasn’t look at Jonathan, but he thought he was at first.

“Harrington know you have his girl?” He called from the front porch, and it was no one but them.

“I’m...” It came out hoarse, body buzzing all over from being spoken to, the shadows on his face only highlighting how long his lashes were, the sharpness of his jaw and the softness of his cheeks. “I’m just taking her home. She’s a friend.”

Billy was looking at him now, not Nancy, slowly blowing the smoke from his lungs.

“Alright. If you say so.” His voice was low, a lazy drawl, and it left Jonathan tingling. Billy took the bud from between his lips after one more sharp drag, flicking it his way as he turned back to head inside. Jonathan flinched to avoid the dying cigarette, staring at where it laid by his feet in the grass.

Hesitantly, he squashed the burning tip under his shoe and swallowed. He should have left it at that. Yet he crouched down, picked up the bud, and pocketed it.

He convinced himself it was because he didn’t want to leave litter, that had been raised better than that, even though really he had raised himself. There was a bin at the end of the driveway. He could have made the trip.

He didn’t.

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“We like Steve. But we don’t love Steve.”

Jonathan knew he should be happy about that, but when Murray’s eyes stray onto him, something in them shifted. He shifted in his seat too, placing his fist under his chin and frowning.

“...We like Nancy,” He looked him over with a hint of weariness. “But we don’t love.” Jonathan met his eyes head on and Murray’s cleared his throat a little. “Nancy. I mean.”

Jonathan didn’t break away from his gaze, not until Murray himself did. His fingers twirled the bud between his fingers, and tried not to think about the fall of Nancy’s shoulders.

Maybe a few days ago, before he had seen him, he would have shared that bed with her.

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The night had been eventful, and he was the first one to make it home since his mother was at the hospital, getting Will checked out and grieving her loss. Jonathan hadn’t been close to Bob, been awkwardly friendly at most because he didn’t know how long it would last and he felt much too old to have a new dad when he had been fine without one for years, but his heart ached for his mother. She didn’t deserve to lose her first relationship after so long of being cautious, being busy, so gruesomely.

When he came to his doorway, he had been shocked to find him there. Staggering, falling hard against it, hair in disarray and shirt unbuttoned down to his naval, blood crusting under his nose and down his lips, his chin.

When he looked up at him, tongue in his cheek and breathing audibly, his pupils were like pinpricks, the ocean in his eyes threatening to consume it.

He launched at him, grabbing his collar and making Jonathan stumble back from the brunt of his weight, clipping his shoulder on one of the pillars before his hand caught it, keeping himself upright as Billy leaned in closer, the scent of blood on his breath. He panted, closing his mouth and swallowing audibly.

“You gonna hit me too?” He slurred, fire in his eyes as he tipped his head back like he was trying to stop himself from falling into him completely, forearms pressed against his chest. He was still looking at him though, those blue eyes hazy, unfocused. “Huh?”

“No.” Jonathan quickly shook his head, swallowing hard and licking his lips. Every time he saw Billy, he had looked immaculate. Made to be looked at, admired.

Now, he looked wrecked, sloppy, and Jonathan wanted nothing more than to fix it. Vaguely, he had the desire to capture it on film too, the imperfection, but he couldn’t. Not when Billy’s head was tipping forward and his eyes drooping, trying so hard not to fall asleep.

Jonathan wasn’t a violent person. At least, he had always stifled that part of him, the part his father had tried to draw out so he could prove his masculinity. He knew how to take a hit, to give it, but he didn’t like to. He only did it to protect himself, would do so to protect Will and his mother, even the Wheeler’s he had grown up around.

Jonathan wanted to break the person who did this to Billy. He wanted to protect him.

“Fuck this- this fucking town.” Billy’s eyes threatened to roll back into his skull as he spoke, the grip on his jacket growing weaker. “Took my fucking car.” He shoved his weight off Jonathan and stumbled, looking like the stroppy teenager he was, every bit of his charming persona gone as he scrubbed his hands down his face and staggered, his right leg giving out and sending him crashing against the porch.

Jonathan rushed to his side, crouching down and reached for him, but Billy shoved his hand away.

“Fuck you.” He curled up against the cool wood, looking every inch of miserable. Jonathan’s heart ached. He reached for him again and placed a hand on his head. Billy’s face scrunched up with a wince like it hurt to be touched so gently.

“You can’t sleep here. Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“I can’t go home.” He whispered, so soft Jonathan almost missed it. Jonathan brushed the crusting of blood off his chin.

“Okay.” That inkling of protectiveness spread throughout his body like disease, transferring it into something less righteous and more greedy. “Okay. But you can’t sleep out here. It’s getting colder.”

He didn’t think he could carry him, but Billy allowed his upper body to be moved, Jonathan’s arm slipping behind his neck as he took Billy’s limp one. He pulled it over his shoulder, and with a grunt and a firm grip on his waist, he was able to get Billy to stand, even if he was clumsy on his feet.

“Come on, work with me.” Billy turned to him like he wanted to make a snarky comment but his head fell forward, forehead pressed against his shoulder. Jonathan tried to ease his racing heart as he led Billy back into the house, passing through the mess that was his home. It would take days to clean.

His room was the furthest away, and he fumbled with the doorknob, Billy attempting to raise his head, but all he did was breath hotly against his neck and drop it back to where it had resting before. Jonathan was half hard in his pants just from being so close to him, Billy’s hot skin pressed against his layered side, his chest exposed. He knew he should be ashamed of himself for being so easily effected, especially when Billy was unwell, but he was a teenager. Things like this just happened sometimes.

Jonathan kicked aside his sneakers with his boots, helping Billy to the bed. The disheveled blond fell back onto it with a groan, splayed out with numbed limbs and Jonathan stared down at him, taking it all in.

His fingers itched for his camera that rested upon his bedside table, inches away. Billy groaned softly, turning his head to the side, eyes drooping and flinching back up again and again.

“You should rest. You’re not feeling well.” Jonathan hooked his hand under Billy’s knee and maneuvered him onto the bed properly despite Billy’s soft grumbling. He wanted to keep touching him. Move him around more. He was so defenseless, laying in his bed, in Jonathan’s room, the house empty except for the two of them.

His fingers tingled and he curled them into his palms, flexing his fists by his sides. Billy spared him an unfocused look, pupils starting to grow from their original pinpricks.

“...Are you gonna hurt me?” He murmured, looking a thousand worlds away. Jonathan answered him anyway.

“No. I won’t.”

“Okay.” He mumbled in a small voice and his eyes finally fell shut, dropping off like a stone in water. Jonathan watched his breaths even out, his chest rising and falling softly. He reached out for the brassy pendant and admire it. He’d have to look into the saint, because he didn’t recognize it.

He laid it flat against Billy’s chest, staring at him. He looked soft in his slumber, more their age now despite his more mature appearance. Jonathan should put a blanket over him and be done with it.

He didn’t just yet. Instead he picked up his camera and snapped a few photos, testing the angles. Billy really did look good from all of them. Jonathan gave into the urge and spread his legs apart, gentle as not to rouse him from his sleep. He didn’t graze his hand along his crotch, or dip under his waistband to touch him, to make his sleeping form react like Jonathan’s body was. He simply moved him just a few extra inches to take the winning photo.

His hands were shaking when he righted the blond and put the camera down, laying a blanket over him. Wetting a rag with spit to wipe away the blood from his face like his mother did.

He picked up a rogue curl and slipped it back in with the others, admiring his features in the low light of the moon outside. The strong bone of his brow, his dark full lashes and red lips, parted ever so slightly.

Even like this, he looked good. Jonathan thought about it, about fishing his hard cock out of his trousers and prying that pretty mouth open further, feeding it to the unassuming blond, but he quickly shook it off.

An intrusive thought. He had them sometimes. They didn’t mean anything. In fact, they were things Jonathan would never do, out of disgust and self respect.

He ignored the fact that he was throbbing at the thought, his virgin cock wanting nothing more than to bury itself in something hot and wet, and turned away from the blond. He would sleep on the couch. It was for the best. He couldn’t share a bed that small with another boy.

He couldn’t stay in that room much longer, or else he feared he would sodomize his helpless form, and that was not something a protector should do.

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Billy was gone by the time Jonathan woke up. The blanket had been thrown onto the floor and his sneakers kicked further into a corner. The only proof he had been there until Jonathan could get to the school and develop his newest photos.

Jonathan had meant it when he told Will there was nothing wrong with being a freak. Jonathan was stepping even further into creep territory though, and he didn’t know how to stop himself.

On Monday, he stood by the front entrance, pretending to play with his camera as he waited for him to arrive. He wondered if something between had changed after that night, a newfound bond that could weasel Jonathan into Billy’s life.

Except Billy’s presence was so small that Jonathan almost missed him when he came up to the door just as the first bell rang. His face was worse than two nights ago, a lot worse, and Jonathan’s stomach clenched with pure fury.

His left eye was blotted an ugly blue and purple, the white around his iris crimson from a broken vessel, his bottom lip split and cheek molted green and yellow in a line more than a circle, like he had hit the edge of a table rather than been punched. He was walking with a limp he was concealing fairly well. Or, it would have been hidden from even Jonathan if the boy hadn’t watched his gait so closely during school hours, enough to memorize it.

Someone had hurt Billy, even worse than before, after he left Jonathan’s house.

He was going to kill them. That violent part of him he had locked under key was threatening to break the bars of its enclosure at the very sight of the blond.

He reached out and grabbed his arm, Billy stilling. He didn’t look at him for a moment, his face neutral but his aura was radiating anger in waves. Slowly, he turned his gaze to Jonathan and looked down at his hand.

“Do I know you?” Jonathan’s mouth went dry.

“I...Are you okay?”

Billy looked up at him through his lashes, his blue eyes like midnight in the shade; a fisherman’s nightmare was roaring inside of them, dark and dangerous.

“I’ll break your face if you don’t take your hand off me, Byers.” Billy shook him off and walked into the building. The second bell was ringing out, but Jonathan just stood there, heart thundering.

He knew his name.

A flush crawled up his neck and burned his cheeks, his ears. He opened the door, watching as Billy made his way down the hallway. Slowly, he raised his camera to his eyes and clicked down on the button just as the blond turned the corner.

Billy Hargrove knew his name.

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Things were significantly calmer since they saved Will. He sometimes heard his mother crying late in the night after Will had gone to bed, and he was tucked away in his room, presumed to also be asleep. He rarely was. It was hard to sleep when his mind was always on edge, waiting for something to go wrong. Usually, he would occupy himself with things when he couldn’t sleep.

His favorite pass time was organizing his muse book. It was a binder he owned, filled with his best pictures. He went through it weekly, taking out the ones that had grown boring to him and replacing them with better, newer pictures, or adding to the collection in his file.

Over the course of little over a month, Billy had began to infiltrate it. Taking it over with his visage. He was using whatever money he got from work that didn’t go to bills and gas to pay for more material for his habit.

He even dug old his old Polaroid, wanting to capture the color of his curls and soft tan since most of his photographs were in black and white. The cold weather was sapping the golden color from Billy’s skin, but it brought out his freckles and Jonathan was enamored by them.

He would hold the bud of Billy’s cigarette between his lips as he slotted new pictures into the folder, dragging his fingers along the glossy sleeves, tracing the curve of Billy’s jaw, the line of his nose, the dip of his cupid bow.

He could catalogue by the dates how Billy was healing, when he gained a new bruise, how his expression smoothed out to uninterested disdain when his ‘friends’ weren’t looking at him.

Jonathan wasn’t stalking him, per say, he just...saw him around a lot. It was a small town after all. He had pictures of him dozing in his car not far from the arcade Will frequented with Billy’s step-sister, Max. A single picture of Billy from up above on the quarry ledge, smoking and staring into the distance. Jonathan had snapped that one while visiting the water of the quarry, reminiscing on the past year after a night full of nightmares and little sleep. Billy had seen him, but only after Jonathan had lowered his lens to snap a few pictures of the water. He had more than one zoomed in shot of Billy on the court, sweaty, pink-cheeked and hair frizzed, captured while Jonathan was waiting for Will to finish up his AV club meeting. Jonathan’s camera would creak under his hands when he saw Steve go against him on the court.

His feelings about Steve was no longer complicated. He didn’t like him. Not after he realized Steve had been the one to go against Billy that night in his home, when he wasn’t there to stop him. His busted face brought Jonathan a sick satisfaction, but he wished it had been him. He had beaten Steve before, and he wanted to do it again whenever he saw Steve in Billy’s orbit. Billy avoided Steve more often than not, in a casual manner most would not pick up on, like he was weary of him but didn’t want to show it.

He was the same around his sister. Jonathan had a few pictures of them together, and Billy almost never looked at her in them, even when she looked at him. He also touched his neck a lot, like he was trying to cover the bruise that was long gone (Jonathan hadn’t even caught it until he noticed it in one of his pictures). He hadn’t gotten much out of the kids about that night, only that Max had been ‘awesome’ and ‘badass’.

The only place Jonathan hadn’t caught Billy in was his own home. Jonathan hadn’t dared to follow him home, even if he had considered it more than once. Billy was coming to school with bruises, and Jonathan knew there was only two ways he could be getting them. Getting into fights around town like he said he did, which Jonathan had never caught him doing despite how much of him he saw on the regular, or at home.

Jonathan knew it was possible. His father couldn’t be the only abusive asshole in the world. It was very possible that Billy was copping shit at home, and the idea made his blood boil.

Nobody should put their hands on Billy. On any kid, but especially not Billy.

Jonathan took Will to the Snowball dance, knowing he’d be going home with Mike for a sleepover. He had been asked by a teacher to take photographs for the kids, even offering to pay him for the time taken out of his evening, and he had snatched the opportunities to put a few extra dollars in his pocket.

It was an easy job, especially when he had a tripod available and a set up for kids to stand in front of. A few words to get them to get in closer, to smile more, and he had an easy night ahead.

He found his eyes trailing to the outside world sometimes. Waiting. It was like all he could think about these days was him.

He saw him a little after the dance began, out in his Camaro with Max. His lips were moving, and Max looked surprised before she stepped out and he drove off. The shadows made it look like his eye was bruised again, and hell, it might have been. Jonathan thought he looked good in blue, the pale kind like his shirt, not the dark discolorations on his skin.

He tried not to think about it as he continued to work, only allowing himself to when Max brought Lucas over to the photo station, the usual tomboy looking almost girly.

“Having fun?” He asked and Lucas was smiling like a dope. Max seemed a tad more shy to admit it.

“A bunch.” Lucas looked at her, brimming with giddiness as Max laughed.

“It’s not half bad.”

“How long are your parents letting you stay out tonight?” He added a hint of teasing in his tone, trying to play his question off as innocent.

“Neil’s letting me stay until the dance actually finishes.” Max rolled her eyes like her step-father didn’t usually let her do that.

“Aren’t you lucky?” Jonathan chuckled, snapping another photo just to find a reason to end the conversation without being awkward. “You kids have a nice night.”

“See you, Jonathan.” Lucas waved at him, polite as ever.

As the dance winded down, he packed up his station and glanced outside. Will and Mike had already left with Karen, Dustin with Steve, El with Hopper. Max was talking by the door with Lucas, waiting for her ride no doubt, since Lucas’ parents were waiting not too far away, allowing their son to talk to his pretty friend for a little while longer.

Jonathan approached the door just as Billy pulled up, honking. Winding down the window, he called for Max.

“Come on, shitbird! We got a curfew.” Max huffed and turned to Lucas.

“I’ll see you later, stalker.”

“See ya, Mad Max.” Max smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, jogging over to the Camaro and getting into the car. Jonathan wasn’t far behind, diverting to walk behind it towards his own car. When he peaked back over his shoulder, he found Billy’s eyes on him. The blond looked surprised to be caught, looking away quickly, but Jonathan had seen it, had spotted the setting bruise around his eye. It had to be only a few hours old.

Jonathan’s heart slowly descended into his stomach as he walked to his car, getting in and closing the door, the Camaro revving out of the parking lot. He sat in the drivers seat of his Ford, tapping the wheel quickly, his skin buzzing.

He shouldn’t. It was a line he had yet to cross, and he knew if he crossed it, he would continue to cross more lines than he already had. That was dangerous.

Billy looked at him. He looked at Jonathan, and reacted when he was caught. It was minuscule, his eyes flicking up to his, startled that Jonathan was looking back, before they quickly fell down and away, turning back to his windscreen. It happened in a span of seconds, but the memory was burned into his mind, festering into his brain and rotting it from the outside and eating away into the core.

He had to know. Just in case. If Billy needed help, Jonathan would save him. Protect him. He would be a wall between the world and him, like had been for Will. Like he had been in the beginning for his mother before she found her own feet, her own righteous anger, no longer blinded by hopeless optimism and love.

He slotted his key in the ignition and roared the engine to life, pulling out of the parking spot and driving out the same way Billy had left. He turned left, and it the distance, he could see the Camaro, speeding away. He white knuckled his steering wheel and followed.

He just had to know which house was his. That was all.

There wasn’t anything creepy about passing through Cherry Lane and noting the Camaro, adding it to the mental list of things he knew about Billy.

Billy Hargrove was seventeen, the same age as Jonathan. They shared biology. He had a step-sister, Max, who was friends with his brother, Will, and he drove her around in a fancy car most days. He liked denim and button down shirts, favored his boot and only wore knock-off converses on the court, and he always wore his saint around his neck. Saint Christopher, the protector of travelers. Billy had traveled far from his home in California.

He smoked a lot, and was the best player on the basketball team even if he got too physical at times, and he partook in many fights despite rarely having busted knuckles. He hung out with a large group of popular jocks, but he didn’t seem to be close with any of them, his dislike of them masked until they weren’t looking. He was smart, but barely passed most of their tests, and he liked metal bands, on occasion rock and roll, and would always tap to the tempo the drum set over the rhythm of most songs.

He rarely ate during lunch, but he was always chewing on something - usually gum. His nails were bitten down to the nubs rather than clipped, and his jaw flexed when girls spoke to him, like their voices aggravated him enough to grind his teeth, but he always smiled at them charmingly and took at least one out a week. Rarely did he talk to them again after he got what he wanted.

Jonathan knew all that and more about Billy after only a month and a half of him living in Hawkins.

And now, Jonathan knew that Billy Hargrove lived at 4819 on Cherry Lane, Hawkins. Barely ten minutes from Jonathan’s house.

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It wasn’t a smart idea. In fact, it could end very badly if Jonathan was caught. But it was early, so early that there had only been two other cars in the parking lot, and he had seen Billy twist his combination more times than he could count.

He just wanted to leave him a gift. Something to say Merry Christmas and Happy New Years.

He didn’t have a lot of money to spare, but he knew what Billy’s style was, and that he wasn’t dressed nearly appropriately enough for the snow that had began to fall steadily a few days before December’s end.

He looked around, heart pounding as he stuffed his present into Billy’s almost bare locker, pulling out the small card in his pocket and placing it on top with a lollipop. Cherry flavor. Billy liked those, only had them when he was alone after school.

He closed it with a soft clink of metal on metal and locked it back up, walking away quickly as he wrung the strap of his bag. Now to wait.

When Billy did arrive, Jonathan was at his own locker, pretending to look through it but keeping his focus on Billy from the corner of his eye. Billy had snow in his hair and looked generally annoyed, dressed too lightly for the weather in his denim jacket and jeans, his hands shaking slightly as he turned the dial left, left, right, pull.

He swung it open and paused, his face scrunching up in confusion. He closed his locker, checking the number like maybe he had the wrong one, but it was his, his combination, and he opened it back up. Jonathan watched with a racing heart and sweaty palms as he took the jacket out, picking up the card and lollipop before they could tumble to the ground.

It was thick, dark grey pockets and sleeves, the color running up to the collar and cutting off at the upper chest. Down the front it was a lighter grey, almost silvery, with a fluffy white inner collar for added warmth. It wasn’t fancy or bold, but it was at least stylish and something they wouldn’t clash too harshly with Billy’s rotating five shirts. Maybe he had gotten a few more though for Christmas, because the deep violet button down was something Jonathan hadn’t seen before.

Billy frowned, looking up the hall, and Jonathan looked away before he looked down it and possibly caught him staring. After a moment, Jonathan chanced looking back and found Billy feeling the inside of the jacket. He threw it back in the locker and tore open the small envelope. Jonathan hadn’t written much.

‘I hope your holidays were happy. Please try not to freeze to death. Hawkins is a lot colder than California. P.S. I hope you like cherry?’ He hadn’t signed it. Wouldn’t dare.

Billy still looked bewildered as he closed the letter and looked at the cherry lollipop like he was trying to figure out its secrets. Slowly, he picked at the treat and tore the wrapped off, putting it between pale pink lips. As he twirled his tongue around it, he stared at nothing, lost in thought. Jonathan watched his tongue work around the sweet, his previous anxiety shifting into something hotter, transfixed as Billy sucked on the lolly, staining the inside of his lips red with it.

Billy blinked, coming out of his daze and tucked the candy into the side of his mouth. His cheek bulged with it and Jonathan felt his cock throb, filling with blood dizzily fast as Billy shimmed out of his denim jacket. His hand gripped the door of his locker, staring intensely as Billy tossed the denim into his locker and slipped the new jacket on, the jacket Jonathan brought him, even if he didn’t know it.

It fit him well, near perfect, and Billy tucked his hands in the pockets with a sigh of relief. It must have been warm. Billy subtly nuzzled his cheek against the wool interior and Jonathan closed his locker sharply, locking it with a fumble.

Billy didn’t notice him scurrying away, there was too many bodies for him to notice Jonathan of all people, but Jonathan peeked back and watched the blond draw the sucker from his lips, tapping it to his lower in thought before licking the sticky residue off.

Jonathan was done for. When he slipped into one of the bathroom stalls, he barely lasted a few strokes before he was cumming in his hand, still lingering on the thought of those cherry stained lips, imagining them around his cock.

His head hit the stall wall as he panted softly, a small pit of self loathing unfurling in his chest.

There was something seriously wrong with him. He was sure of it.

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Billy was almost never seen without a lollipop these days. When he wasn’t smoking, he had a stick between his teeth, swallowing sweetened saliva as he walked around the halls or lounged back in biology with a bored expression.

He had also abandoned his denim jacket, only wearing it on occasion under his new grey coat. When asked about it on the first day, Jonathan had heard him chuckle wearily.

“Probably some secret admirer. She was fretting about me freezing my ass off in this shit weather.”

It was dangerous, frequenting Billy’s locker every morning, but Will insisted on riding with his friends again, so Jonathan could leave the house has early as he pleased. When Will and his mother asked why he always did, he said it was to use the dark room at the school. Which he did. His collection of Billy photographs was growing more and more as the weeks passed. His mother joked that maybe he had met someone.

It became routine. Unlocking Billy’s locker while the halls were deserted, placing a lollipop inside, and leaving to develop his photos. When he passed Billy’s homeroom, he’d catch him sucking on the treat, lips stained ever so slightly from the color.

He did it every morning, changing flavors, crossing off the ones that Billy would still eat but with the slightest wrinkle of his nose. Jonathan often wondered if he was eating enough at home, because he certainly didn’t at school.

Billy liked cherry, blueberry, orange and grape the most. Strong flavors. He wrinkled his nose at green apple, watermelon, strawberries and cream, but he seemed to like the singular strawberry flavor. He seemed indifferent to Melody Pops, but he would play with the whistle during class to annoy his lab partner, Carver.

He liked the sherbet ones. With flat tops and a chalky texture. He’d grind the tops down with his teeth and lick the dust off with a flat pink tongue. Jonathan almost spilled ink all over his work while watching him, squeezing his pen so hard it cracked. Teachers often told Billy off for his constant sweets, but he didn’t care, and he was a lot less trouble when he had them, so eventually, they relented. If only to make their class that slightest bit calmer, to have peace and quiet in a room usually filled with chaos.

The habit continued throughout January, until one day, Jonathan decided to test something.

On the first of February, Jonathan didn’t put a lollipop in Billy’s locker. He regretted it the moment he saw him walk by, his face sporting a dark bruise along his cheek and a split on the corner of his lips. Billy coming to school with bruises wasn’t out of the ordinary, he had relaid the same story so many times that people just believed it. Most wouldn’t think a guy like Billy could be a victim. Jonathan couldn’t prove it, not yet, but deep in his gut, he knew.

Billy was getting those bruises in his own home, not in fights. If he was, his knuckles would be bruised or scabbed from fighting back. He would wear them with more pride too, perhaps.

Billy opened his locker, staring inside it for a long moment before his jaw flex, grinding his teeth. Jonathan’s heart constricted like a winding punch to the chest, before settling into an ache. The blond looked like he wanted to cry from frustration, and Jonathan had looked that same expression in the face in his own mirror more times than he could count.

He was moving before he could think, pinching a lollipop from his locker and pocketing it, closing and locking the door. Billy was slamming his own shut by the time Jonathan was jogging over.

“You, uh,” He feigned picking up the sweet from the floor, concealing the lollipop against his palm and using the angle to hide his own lie as he grazed his fingers to the ground and pulled himself back upright. “I- I think you dropped this.” Jonathan forced himself to meet Billy’s eyes, getting lost in those wide blue eyes. They quickly eased half-mast, Billy pulling on a falsely charming smile as he reached for the candy in Jonathan’s hand.

“From your locker.” Jonathan continued dumbly, jolting his gaze down to their hands as Billy pinched the stick between his knuckle and thumb. There wasn’t even the faintest bruise on his hands. He hadn’t fought anyone. He had been beat.

“Silly me.” Billy chuckled, waggling the lollipop. Moving his hand as if to hide its near constant tremor. “I’d forget my own head if it wasn’t attached to me.”

“It’s fine. We all have our days.” Jonathan cleared his throat, trying to memorize every details, being so close to him after so long. He had tried to keep his distance, for his own sanity. For Billy’s safety. Jonathan wasn’t sure he trusted himself as much as he used to. Not when it came to Billy.

Billy hummed softly, his eyes on him, but he didn’t look like he was entirely there. Thinking. He did that a lot, zoning out of conversations and pretending to be a part of them as his mind wandered elsewhere.

“Well...” Billy picked at the wrapper, tearing it off with practiced ease - he learned it because of Jonathan, that habit was a direct contribution from his actions, and it made Jonathan’s stomach flutter - and plopped it between his lips. He smirked around the stick and tossed the wrapper at Jonathan’s face, who flinched and caught it against his chest.

“Thanks, Byers.” With that, he walked off, more weight on his left than his right foot. Jonathan watched him go, trailing his eyes down his back view to the red wrapper in his hand.

Before, he would have at least thought about tossing it. Instead, he pocketed it like he had the bud and walked away, cheeks warm.

Billy smiled at him.

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It wasn’t an invitation, or a cry for help. Jonathan knew that.

It didn’t stop him from parking his car a block away and walking up Cherry Lane. Looking around with sharp eyes in the cover of darkness. The Hargroves house was barren of bushes except for the two in front of the porch. Thankfully, they were fairly isolated from the rest of the houses due to their plentiful amount of grassland; their lawn was cut but freckled with brown spots, dead grass. Unkempt to an observant eye but perfectly acceptable from afar.

Jonathan had a feeling the entirety of the Hargrove household was like that, inside those four walls. Messy, but to an outsider, easily ignored.

Jonathan situated himself under a small tree, clothes dark to blend in with the night and distant enough to put him at ease. Far out enough that he wouldn’t be identifiable if caught, not on this moonless night.

It was risky, but when he brought the camera to his eye, it was worth it.

He was home. The first window on the right side. He shone golden under the light of his lamp, wearing that pale blue button down that cuts off mid bicep and soft-looking black sweats. He must have ditched the jeans for comfort but he hadn’t cared to remove his nice shirt just yet.

His lips were moving; singing. Jonathan couldn’t make out what it was, but from the way he bounced on his toes and bobbed his head, it was something with heavy percussion and a good riff.

He had a cigarette between his fingers, tapping the ashes off and taking a drag. It was slower than usual, like he didn’t feel the need to burn through it just to breathe. He looked like he was breathing in for the first time. Shoulders loose and curls bouncing with his little twists and turns, constantly moving around the room.

Continuously disappearing before coming back into view mid action; curling his hair around a finger and letting it fall back against his brow, popping his collar, closing his eyes and feeling the music.

He looked glorious.

He snapped a few photos, wishing he brought his Polaroid, to keep this image in his wallet. But the flash might draw attention. The shutter was enough to put him on edge.

Billy was admiring himself now, or it looked like he was. Leaning against his wall, staring intensely across from him at what Jonathan could only guess was a mirror.

He popped another button, the shirt already halfway opened down his chest. He could see the muscle of his stomach, the blond flexing it with a grin, tipping his head back against the wall and taking a long inhale. When he blew it out, it ran down his chin, his throat, thinning over his chest.

Jonathan shifted uncomfortably, already tenting his pants at the show.

Billy popped the last button and flicked his shirt back, running his fingers up and down his stomach, curving around the swell of his pectorals. He was performing without even knowing it, driving Jonathan crazy as he made love with his own mirror. If it was anyone else, Jonathan would have rolled his eyes at the near narcissistic love for his own reflection, but it was Billy.

Billy had every right to lust after himself with a body like that. Even with fading bruises, he looked like a slice of sin. He was the apple in the garden of Eden and Jonathan wanted to sink his teeth into him like Eve.

Billy’s hand dipped lower, Jonathan snapping photo after photo, not wanting to miss a single shot. He toyed with the string of his sweatpants, and as Jonathan zoomed in, the blond tugged the waistband just a tad lower, exposing dark blond curls and fuck. Jonathan had theorized, considering he never had an awkward bunch in the creases of his jeans, but he didn’t wear underwear.

Likely never did.

Jonathan swallowed hard, inching his own fingers down to the bulge in his trousers, sneaking his fingertips under the waistband of his briefs.

Billy’s mouth fell open as he grasped himself, not yet pulling out his cock. Teasing Jonathan with it. He wasn’t, he couldn’t be since he didn’t even know he was there, but it felt like it.

The rumble of a car caught Jonathan off guard, flinching his hand away from his throbbing length as Billy whipped his head to the window. Not the one Jonathan was looking through, but the front one that had been covered with a blanket.

Billy quickly removed his hand from his pants, sucking in a hurried drag of his ashy cigarette, patting off the grey mass that fell onto his shirt. It wilted to nothing under the harsh inhale, Billy stabbing it out into his ashtray and crossing the room. A trail of smoke followed him in his wake like a dragon, escaping both his nose and mouth before he reached up and the room went dark. He had turned the light off.

Jonathan watched from his hiding spot behind the tree as the Ute parked up onto the grass. No wondered some of it was dead from how harsh the break was.

He watched as an older man exited the car with a red headed woman. Billy’s father and Max’s mother. It wasn’t that late. Barely edging nine. Yet Billy had acted like a child that feared he was going to be caught awake past his bedtime.

Jonathan watched as his father approached the porch. He raised his camera once more and clicked. That was the man putting his hands on Billy. Making him scared. He was sure of it.

‘You gonna hit me too?’

Jonathan would kill him. The resolve burning in chest should have scared him.

It didn’t.

He swore to protect Billy. He would do so at any and all cost.

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Jonathan wasn’t stupid. He knew couldn’t go in without a plan. Thankfully, plans were his thing.

First, he had to figure out everyone’s schedule within the house.

Susan stayed home majority of the time, only leaving for date nights, groceries, and her book club on Saturdays, church on Sunday.

Max would leave at eight with Billy for school, and they would stay out until dinner, when Billy would drive them both back home. On weekends, Billy would stay home, working out or watching TV, enjoying the quiet house. Sometimes he would go for a drive, depending on his mood. Max would keep to her room on Sundays after church, which Billy never came to, but spent Saturday with her friends.

Jonathan faked sick to follow him for one day. Neil left the house at eight thirty. He brought a coffee at the cafe near the bank. Then he clocked in at nine. He took lunch at one, and finished at five, arriving home twenty minutes later. Once a week, he seemed to take Susan out for dinner, leaving Max and Billy alone in the house. On Sunday, he stayed home (Susan was the only one who attended church, and Max must have grown up doing so), and on Saturdays, he would drive off to the local bar and spend his day there, chatting with coworkers.

He seemed decent on the surface, but Jonathan knew otherwise.

Neil was never home alone, but Jonathan gathered he might be taking the Friday night shift every second week, instead of the day, for the penalty rates.

He worked the night alone.

The next part of the plan was to confirm his schedule through observation, and how to get away with this execution. That part would take longer. He wanted it to be perfect, but he couldn’t have himself locked away. If he was arrested, he couldn’t see Billy anymore.

On Valentine’s day, Billy received a few things from girls. Cards, little chocolate hearts, pretty smiles as they twirled their hair and asked if he’d take them out for the evening. He always grinned and politely refused, saying he couldn’t chose any of them because what if the other girls got catty and targeted them?

Some girls swooned at his excuse. Others huffed and rolled their eyes before dropping their sweet act to stomp off. Billy always sneered the moment they weren’t looking.

At the end of the day, Billy opened his locker and found roses.

Jonathan watched at his brows came up in shock, lips parting like he wanted to ask who it could be from, but he didn’t. Beside him, Tommy slapped his back and laughed in ecstatic surprise.

“Oh, dude! You got flowers? I’ve never had a girl get me flowers before, wow, have you guys?” A few of the basketball players shook their heads, agreeing with Tommy that it was unusual. “Who’s it from? Does it have a note?”

Billy looked at Tommy when he asked before quickly turning back to the bouquet and taking it out of the locker it was squeezed into. He handled it with care despite his bored expression. He checked the bundle as Jonathan watched from his locker, cataloguing every micro expression.

He found it tied around the stems, flipping it over.

‘Check the roses one more time. Happy Valentines Day, Billy.’ His brows furrowed, looking down at the bundle from above this time. The pinch between his brows smoothed as he raised his hand, almost retracting it before he plucked out a single cherry lollipop that had almost blended in with the hundreds of petals.

Tied around the stick was a tiny tag.

‘I’m glad you didn’t freeze.’ His eyes widened ever so slightly, staring at it in wonder. A sparkle of something entered his eye.

“A lollipop? Hey, wait, has your admirer been giving you those?” Tommy asked loudly, looking shocked. “This girl is dedicated in wooing the King of Hawkins, huh?” He nudged Chase who nodded dumbly.

“Yeah...She is.” Billy chuckled, but the dullness of his eyes, the curtness of his smile, gave him away. To Jonathan, at least.

Jonathan had a sneaking suspicion that Billy’s attraction to women was mostly for show. Performative, like the rest of his personality at school.

“You should leave her a note, man! Maybe she’ll come out of hiding if you do.” Tommy smacked at Patrick for pen and paper, the sophomore fumbling to get it out of his bag.

“Hell, why would I do that? If she’s too shy to buck up, she won’t be any good on my arm.” Billy laughed, words verging on mean, shaking his head and waving the bundle of roses in his hand as he closed his locker. “I may as well just wait and see if she’s an ugo or not first.”

“You’re so heartless, B!” Tommy laughed regardless, waving Patrick’s notebook and pen off. “I hope she’s smokin’ then, for her sake.”

Billy chuckled, raising one hand to wave his farewell.

“We’ll see.” As he turned, he brought his eyes up from the ground, the night sea meeting his. Billy held his gaze, the darkness in them slowly melting away, a transfixing clarity in the oceans crashing into his shipwreck brown eyes. He walked by, waving the bouquet as if to show it off.

“Want to share your thoughts with the class, Byers?”

Billy’s ‘friends’ were looking at him now, watching the exchange closely like vultures. He wasn’t stupid. He knew most of them labelled him a queer freak. Jonathan swallowed, throat clicking loudly.

“No. I uh, just thought they’re pretty. Is all.” They were. Jonathan had brought the freshest, sweetest smelling bunch at the store in town that morning before he got to school. It had been too crowded to sneak them into Billy’s locker, so he waited until after lunch once everyone was in class.

Billy looked thoughtfully down at the bouquet, bringing them to his nose to smell. His eyes fluttered, like he was refraining from closing them.

“I guess.” He murmured before looking up at him through his lashes, a taunting grin curling onto his lips. “Hey, maybe if you stop looking like a serial killer every time you walk by, you’ll get flowers next year.”

The basketball players snickered between themselves. Billy plucked a single rose from the bundle and slotted it into Jonathan’s front pocket. The pocket was too shallow for the long stem.

“Try not to take it too hard, man.” He patted over the pocket, thorns digging into his shirt and prickling his skin. Jonathan inhaled sharply as the touch zapped through him. “Girls can be thorny things.” He offered him a mockingly sympathetic pout and smirked as he patted it one more time and walked away.

Jonathan reached up, putting a hand over the stem to keep it from falling out. He could hear them laughing at him, but he didn’t care.

Billy’s touch was burning his skin even as he got further away. A hand print pressed into his very soul. Had Billy ever touched him before? He had been out of it the first time, so Jonathan didn’t count it. Billy had never voluntarily put a hand on him, not ever.

He touched him. Billy touched him, he knew his name, he smiled at him, Billy knew he existed, he sought him out to cut with his words.

Jonathan’s face heated, pupils expanding slowly. It was all so dizzying.

Jonathan wanted to touch Billy more than ever, so badly his hands were still shaking when he took the rose from his pocket and placed it amongst his collection of Billy’s things. He picked up the cigarette bud, faded around the edges, and placed it between his lips.

It was almost like kissing the man himself.

It was enough to make him hang heavy and hard in his sweatpants, reaching down into them to touch himself.

He had to have him. He had to feel that electricity again.

He was tipping off the edge of his sanity and falling fast into its counterpart.

He had been destined for ruin and destruction the moment that Camaro drove into town.

#byergrove #stalker jonathan byers #creep jonathan byers #stranger things #stranger things fic #billy hargrove #jonathan byers #billy hargrove x jonathan byers #jonathan byers x billy hargrove

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byergrove · 2 years

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Jonathan: Go fuck yourself!

Billy: fuck me yourself, you coward!

#byergrove #billy hargrove #jonathon byers #jonathan byers #stranger things #billy hargrove x jonathan byers #jonathan byers x billy hargrove

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thedeadawakens · 2 years

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Guys. I don't know if you guys like Billy x Jonathan or not, but I am living for a fic on Ao3 named, 'Smile Billy' and I have cried multiple times reading it. 10/10 Recommend it.

#stranger things #jonathan byers #billy hargrove #jonathan byers x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x jonathan byers #billy hargrove smut #jonathan byers smut

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realangelahernandez · 5 months

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

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medium-rare-bimbo · 10 months

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Faster than light thoughts

♡Masterlist♡

MINORS DNI

May contain stepcest, age gap, dubcon dark content

༺*:ﾟ･✧･:*:ﾟ･♡ readmore ♡･ﾟ:*:･✧･ﾟ:*༻

♡dark!!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!!!!!! Imagine being his object of affection, the one he devotes his followers life to <3<3 did someone say virgin! Reader ?? 👁👁 yes me I did. He takes your virginity as a ritual, there are people surrounding your bed as he takes what's his, telling you that this is what needs to be done so you can ascend into a higher being

♡ chrissy, nancy, robin sleepover where they teach virgin! reader how to cum. Youd be so embarrassed to admit it :(( but that's okay they tell you its completely natural and to go at your own pace and not every boy is going to make you cum. Boys are useless! When you shamefully tell them that you've never EVER cum and that you havent even had your first kiss, they assure it that it's okay and robin offers to teach you <3 naturally you end up with your back against her chest and her fingers in your cunt, you had gotten fuzzy a while ago and everyone was fawning over you pretty pussy. They all take turns in fingering you and tasting you, you have the best sleep you've ever had ♡♡♡

♡ being fucked with a beer bottle <3 would be with either eddie or billy, they'd laugh at you while you cry about how gross it is

♡ cucking Jason <3 what better way to get back at your bully than fucking his girlfriend, chrissy deserves her tits in my mouth

♡ stealing their shirts so you can put it on a pillow and hump it later !!!!!

♡ making you squirt infront of people!! Maybe billy, thinking he gets an ego boost after it. Or eddie think he would let everyone have a go of making you squirt <3 such a sweetheart

♡ hopper catching you working at a strip club then blackmailing you after you beg for him not to tell anyone <3 he makes you fuck yourself dumb on his cock then mocks you when your legs go numb

♡ bimbo! crybaby! Reader getting her clit pinched after she gets bratty

♡ hybrid reader!! Hybrid reader !!! Hybrid reader!!!!!! Bunny! Puppy! Kitty! Cow! Bird! Bear! Lamb! Mouse!! SO MANY THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN!!!!!!!

♡ I think steve would like a kitty, all pretty and only exists for the purpose of looking good and being a hole to stuff <3<3 spoil me so much !!!! Or maybe a puppy, gets to leash me up and make me choke on his cock maybe breed me

♡ eddie would like a bunny, a soft little thing that can keep up with his fat loads of cum, or maybe a kitty who does nothing but lay there and mewl for his cum <3 he just wants a little dumb thing he can corrupt

♡ hopper likes the puppy because old grumpy men and puppies are soul mates!!! Hed be so strict but I'd love him for it !!! Make me feel so special 👁👁 piss kink with hopper x untrained puppygirl reader 👁👁 smoking a cigar while you cock warm him I'm all gooey inside

♡ I think billy would definitely be into cow hybrids 👁👁 cuz like hes the bull of Hawkins and I think he needs a little breeding cow and on milky titz to sucky suck👁👁 shy lil thing that follows him around

♡ robin would like a bird because they're so quiet and pretty!! Just so nice to look at and she would definitely love it when you try to groom her makes her feel so special!!! Or when you coo as shes eating you out omg !! loves how soft your lil wings are !!!

♡ nancy definitely be into puppygirls<3<3 I think shed love to just do whatever she pleases especially when you take everything she gives you, you're so obedient and eager to please her !!!!!!!!!

♡ argyle? Definitely a cow orr maybe a mouse, just wants someone whose soft and warm. Would let you sit on his cock while he smokes, all the praises !!! Stroke your pretty little thighs and pet your ears sucky sucky on those titties

♡ my sick little freak Jonathan? The original perv? Bear. Just something that lays there all pretty and soft, let's him take pictures!! His fav are when you're lying in the sun and he pulls your underwear to the side to see your pussy <3

♡ what if hybrid! boy/girlfriend !!!!!!

♡ AAAA WOLF EDDIE AND BUNNY READER IM GAGGING CHOKING NOT BREATHING, him wearing a muzzle!!! Spikey collar that leaves scratches in my thighs

♡ wolf steve and puppy reader 👁👁 wants to get you full of pups, all hairy and warm treats you so well<3 hunts you the biggest deer he can find just so he can prove how much of a good mate he is

♡ bear hopper x bunny reader <3<3 so big and warm so strong and smart he has to protect his little dumb cocksleeve, let's you have all the blankets for your nest!!! Soothes you when you cry because hes so big and doesnt fit in it :(( but its okay because he likes being pressed against you so tightly

♡ bull billy and cow reader !!! Hes so mean at first!! Always huffing and grunting at you making you think he hates you </3 makes all the others bully you because hes the alpha and whatever he says goes until some dumb new bulls start showing interest in HIS shy submissive mate he gets into so many fights!! Hates that they think they can have you >:00 YOURE HIS >:((( sneaks into your separated room (because everyone is so mean and the farmer cant have their pretty little Hefner sad) just so he can mark you as his. would 100% let's you touch his horns, but only you >:((

♡ dont get me started on heats and ruts

♡ breed me so good!!!! I'm going feral possibly even insane

♡ joyce + hopper with puppygirl!!! Makes my heart all gooey and gross, joyce would spoil you so much!!! Give you extra rewards and treats when you behave or when hop is being grumpy and strict! Definitely would stuff you with toys and make you lick them clean

♡ step dad! hopper digging out a bullet vibrator from his bimbo Step daughter after she gets it stuck inside her because shes so dumb </3

♡ brothers bestfriend/dealer! Eddie corrupting naive! Innocent! Virgin! Reader, him waiting for your roommate to arrive and he gets to know you so well

♡ scumbag! Stepbrother! Jonathan x innocent! Reader. making you sit on his lap, he blows smoke into your face all the time :((((( makes your eyes tear up and forget about his boner that hes rocking against your clothed cunt!! Dont get me started on his Best friend perv! Argyle who is soooo nice to you but only so he can feel you up close against him

♡ theres a belt that has a lighter attached to it omg imagine eddie using it to light the blunt in your mouth omfg I'm going insane right now

♡ mean! eddie making his artist! Girlfriend draw porn only so he can cum on it and ruin it :(((

♡ being the new secretary at the police station and befriending hopper through your husband. Staying late one night, you and hop start talking which leads to you complaining to him about struggling to have a baby and how you're so worried that you may not be able too, he assures you that theres nothing wrong and even offers to help, your husband is oblivious when you become pregnant, he doesnt even bat an eye when the baby comes out huge (giant genes jim hopper ♡♡)

♡ argyle becoming a masseuse and getting a bit too handsy with his favourite client <3<3 his hands are amazing with pizza dough they would be amazing with my ass <3

♡ would I let Vecna absolutely destroy me? Yes I'm not a coward, I want his claws to make my hips bleed is that too much to ask? "BuT nYmPH hES UgLy aND scARY" and I'm horny so what

♡ you know those baby dolls that you have to take care of for like a week? Imagine being forced to take care of one with whoever, unfortunately it unlocks their breeding kink and they cant get the thought of you and their baby out of their head so it's only natural for them to stuff you full

♡ serial killer! eddie escaping from prison and hiding in your house!! Somehow convincing him to let you live by saying you'll cook him meals and clean him up, he forces you to be his housewife until you're no longer useful to him but once he gets his cock in your sweet tiny little hole he cant stand the thought of you being harmed. When the cops arrive to search your house he takes you with him because he cant just leave his personal fleshlight behind

♡ argyle fucking the new delivery girl, he drives you to the houses because there were too many complaints about him being high </3 but that's okay because your cute little face gets extra tips and he doesnt mind staying in the car especially when your skirt flips up as you climb off the seat. Would let you ride him after you come to the car all teary eyed after you get yelled at by a mean customer who wanted a new pizza

♡ perv! Robin, nancy and chrissy convincing innocent! Reader to try on new clothes infront of them, they assure you that you dont need to change in the bathroom because "they're all girls" they grope you claiming that they're "just making sure it fits right" they then make you try on some underwear that would look sooo cute on you. You think nothing of it until you're stood infront if them and you feel vibrations coming from the fabric pressing directly to your clit, but dont worry chrissy makes sure to catch you as your legs struggle to hold yourself up plus shes holding your hands <3<3 and robin is being so sweet and 'fixing you bra' while telling you how pretty you are, nancy is the sweetest however as she reaches down to help you with false concern, rubbing your clit "trying to make it stop"

♡ hopper x fairy! Nymph esc! Reader !!! He finds you in the forest and takes you back to his cabin because a little thing like you shoudlnt be out here all alone >:(( You're so curious of this big strong creature that took you with them that you follow them around like a puppy, so he shouldnt have been so shocked when you wondered into the bathroom and watched him while he showered, as much as he tried to shoo you away it was hopeless which is why he invited you to join him. Definitely not a ploy to see you naked

♡ want 001 to gaslight me while his cock tears me in two!! "It doesn't hurt that bad, you were made to hold my children how can you give birth if you cant take my cock?"

♡ steve x bimbo reader <3 he thinks you're so dumb and hes looking at you in shock most of the time because how can anyone be that stupid? But he doesnt mind because you're his housewife and he loves that you make him feel all gooey inside, you cook him meals and bake him desserts you're so good with the kids and dustin adores with his moms new girlfriend. When you come home from babysitting with eyes watering about how you have "baby fever" and how you "cant wait to have a baby of your own" he obviously takes the opportunity to help you, he cant have his favourite girl sad now

♡ joyce and karen getting wine drink with reader, they all start talking about how awful their husbands are in bed (let's pretend hopper isnt with joyce ♡) and how they're never satisfied luckily you've bought some new sex toys and because you're so generous you cant help but share with your best friends

♡ 001 being in charge of you at the facility means he watches you do everything, sleep, eat, shower, exist, all of it. Hes all you've ever known and it feels so natural for you to come to him about the ache between your legs

♡ the way I would suck the soul out of this man

♡ dark! Reader being absolutely infatuated with mr Phil Callahan after you gets arrested at a house party, you're always getting In trouble just so you can see him not even hoppers huge cock can make you behave, you want HIM. Thankfully callahan is a good man, a good citizen who would do anything to help someone in need, so when your bent over begging him to fuck you he cant refuse, he doesnt question how you got into his house or how you knew where he lived. Your pussy is worth it <3

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington x reader #jim hopper x reader #hopper x reader #enzo x reader #murray bauman x reader #phil callahan x reader #karen wheeler x reader #joyce byers x reader #jonathan byers x reader #argyle x reader #001 x reader #chrissy Cunningham x reader #robin Buckley x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #Henry creel x reader

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imactuallyreallycool · 1 month

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Hello every-pony lmao

Here’s some of my mlp x stranger things designs :)

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hellfirexclub · 2 years

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Steve, Billy, Eddie and Jonathan's reaction to accidentally seeing you naked

a/n: This is a little blurb of how each boy would react to accidentally walking in on you naked, all of them are smutty scenarios ofc

Steve:

Steve hums to himself as he arrives at your house, pushing the door open since he knows you always leave it unlocked for him.

“Yo, y/n, I’m here” he calls out, throwing his work vest down like he owns the place and strolling into your kitchen. He waits for your response but doesn’t hear anything back, shrugging as he opens your cupboards to raid some snacks to munch. Steve grabs a bag crisps, patting them joyfully before opening them up. He strolls over to your room with the crisps in arms, assuming you had your headphones on or something and hadn’t heard him. Mouth full of crisps, Steve opens your door with a smile, before his face drops and a crisp falls out of his mouth as he sees you standing fully naked before him.

“Woah.” He says breathlessly, before remembering himself and screwing his eyes shut, waving his hands in the air as he turns around. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry” he says frantically, biting his lip and bringing his fist to his mouth as he prays you don’t shout at him for his initial reaction. You were blushing profusely as your hands still hovered over your intimates, brain running wild at his reaction.

“It’s okay Steve” you assure him with a soft laugh, chewing on your lip as you look on his back and consider saying something risky. The tension in the room was palpable and you both felt like you were choking in it, breathing heavily as the silence settles.

“I’ll uh, I’ll let you get changed” Steve says slowly, beginning to shuffle out of your room. This was it, the perfect moment to end years of mutual pining.

“Steve” You call out to him, voice wavering from your nerves. He stops dead in his tracks, foot pointed in front of him as he turns his head slightly to the side to acknowledge he was listening. “Don’t leave” You whisper breathlessly, biting your lip hard as you wait to see his response. Steve stayed completely still for a couple more moments, only the sound of his heavy breathing letting you know he was still with you. Slowly Steve turns on his feet to look at you, and you see his wide eyes and pink cheeks, completely taken back by your words. He parts his gorgeous lips to say something, but he can’t form any words while you’re standing there naked, looking like the hottest girl he’s ever seen. Steve tries to keep his eyes trained on your face and not drift down to your body, feeling himself grow hard at the longing look on your features.

“You… want me to stay?” He asks slowly, gulping as you pout at him and nod your head with big eyes. Steve couldn’t believe this was happening considering the amount of nights he spent thinking about being like this with you. Literally this exact scenario is straight out of one of the fantasies he gets himself off to when you’re not there. Steve walks towards you slowly, curiously, before he stops in front of you and looks into your eyes for permission to continue. You reach out to him, grabbing his hands and placing them on your bare hips, to which Steve lets out a breathy ‘oh’, eyes clouding over. You look so beautiful staring up at him, your eyes drifting to his lips, letting Steve know you want this as bad as he does. He crashes his lips against yours, heart fluttering as you kiss him back gently. His fingers squeeze your hips as his kisses get more desperate, and he groans into your mouth when you wrap your hands around his neck. His hands slip down your hips to your ass, breathing sharply through his nose and he squeezes the soft flesh. Steve walks you to the edge of the bed, letting your knees hit the back of it and falling on top of you as you gasp and pull away from his lips. He cages you beneath him, hunger in his eyes as he looks at you writhing beneath him.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen” He breathes, sincerity in his eyes as he tucks a stray hair behind your head. His hand comes to rest on your cheek as you turn away from his shyly, cheeks pink. “I mean it” he says gently, smiling at you warmly. You grab him by the shirt and crash your lips back on his, wrapping your legs around the brunettes hips and pulling him flush against you. Steve moans into your mouth as his straining erection presses against your core, losing his last tether to stay sane and beginning to grind against you frantically. You mewl into his mouth, tightening your grip on him as he pulls away to kiss down your neck.

“Please don’t tease me Steve, I need you to fuck me” you whine out desperately, hips bucking up into his. Yeah, Steve wasn’t going to make it through the night.

Billy:

Billy had always had habit of walking in at the wrong time. But he more so thought of it, particularly right now, as the exact right time. He’d been partnered with you for some stupid assignment that he didn’t want to do, but you gave him enough incentive to pretend to be interested. You were the quiet girl, someone Billy hadn’t even spoken to. But he’d noticed you, he’d been watching you for a while in fact. Sure he was fucking cheerleaders left and right, but he always still found himself drawn back to your beauty when he was sat in class with you. He loved a girl who didn’t seem to know just how fucking hot she is, made them much more fun to break. Billy had strolled into your apartment after finding the door ajar, smirking to himself at how such an innocent girl would just keep her door wide open. Very telling, he mused to himself as he strode towards what he assumed would be your room. He could’ve knocked, but Billy almost wanted to catch you in a precarious situation, get to give you a little scare. He was late anyways so it wasn’t like you weren’t expecting him. Billy swings your door open and leans against your doorframe, toothpick swirling along his lips. Through his smoulder he notices you weren’t actually in the room, pulling the shades off his eyes to get a better look. And that’s when the door to your ensuite opened and you walked out fully naked, jumping back with a shriek when you notice Billy standing there against your doorframe. Billy lets out quiet groan at the sight of you, his lips twisting into a smirk as he licks his lips while you frantically grab the nearest item of clothing to you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you there princess” Billy coos, very indiscreetly looking you up and down as though he was going to eat you alive.

“Billy turn around!” You squeak as you hold the tiny top against your form, blushing up to your ears at his flirting, the way he had looked at you with those damn eyes. Your heart was about to beat out of your chest as he held up his hands and laughs coyly, slowly turning away from you.

“Nothing to be shy about baby, you’ve got a perfect little body” He grunts lowly, clearly very amused with himself at how you fell apart from his words. You bite your lip at his turned back, already turned on from his teasing. Billy was really hot, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want to fuck him. You feel a surge of confidence, a desire to tease this man back in a way he probably hadn’t been, drive him crazy and see just how rough he could be. You bite your lip as you put down the top and sit down seductively at the edge of your bed, leaning back on your elbows to spread your legs slightly.

“Okay, you can look now” You say breathlessly, heart thumping wildly as Billy laughs and turns back around to you.

Now Billy didn’t often find himself speechless, but when he turned back around to see you sitting there on the edge of your bed, still naked and looking up at him with doe eyes, he was actually shocked into silence for a moment. He quickly gathered himself, chuckling darkly as he slowly shuts and locks your door behind him, stalking over to you on the bed.

“Well isn’t this just perfect, the good girl turns out to be a whore” He coos down at you, venom dripping from his words.

His lidded eyes fall on your tits, and then your cunt and he hums darkly in satisfaction, licking his lips at you once again. He reaches out to take your chin in his hand and forces you to look up at him, panting as you meet his strong gaze. God you were looking at him so fucking submissively, those baby eyes and your lips pouted like a slut, almost asking him to ruin you. Billy was sure you were going to kill him before this night was over, and his cock strained in his tight jeans as his mind hazed over at the thought of pounding you into your mattress.

“Do you know what you’re asking for baby girl?” He snarls at you in warning, fingers digging into your cheeks as he looks down at you dangerously. You look up at him innocently and nod your head, making Billy chuckle darkly again, removing his hand from your chin only to pick you up and throw you further up the bed onto your back, already working his shirt off as you gasp and squirm where you landed. He looks at you like a man starved, and this is when you know that you’re in trouble.

“Good” he says lowly, throwing his pants onto the floor before crawling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head with one of his big hands. “You asked for it princess.”

Eddie:

Eddie bops his head as he walks up to your apartment, airguitaring along to the song he was blaring through his walkman. He raps on your door, rings catching the wood melodically, putting his headphones around his neck as he listens out for you. When you don’t answer, he knocks again harder, making the door swing open under the weight of his hand. He strolls on in, calling out your name and looking around for you in the immediate area. He can hear some music coming from your room and a smirk plays on his lips as he decides to go scare you. He creeps up to your room, trying to hold in his laughs as he slams the door open with a shout. You shriek back, hands flying to cover your modesty as Eddie stands with his jaw hanging open in your doorway. His eyes were wide as saucers as he looks you up and down, processing the fact that you were literally standing naked before him. He goes red up to his ears and quickly turns around, shielding his eyes with his shaky hands.

“Holy shit, I didn’t mean to-I’m so sorry” He manages to croak out, suddenly feeling very hot in his vest and jacket. Eddie’s heart was hammering in his chest, in complete awe of what he’d just seen.

“Don’t worry about it Eds” you tell him reassuringly, placing a hand gently on his back and making his chest tighten at the contact. You were naked… and touching him. Eddie’s brain can’t compute and now he’s a stuttering mess, apologising again and fidgeting with his fingers while you assure him it’s all good. His mind replays those few moments he got to look at you properly, biting his lips to suppress his laboured breathing. God you had the most perfect tits he’d ever seen. Eddie swallows, trying to push these thoughts to the back of his mind and ignore his cock hardening in his pants. Silence settles over the room, safe for Eddie’s panting, and you clench your fists as you stare at his gorgeous back, willing yourself to be brave and just fucking flirt with him. He’d seen you naked now, there wasn’t a more opportune moment than that.

“Eddie” you say quietly, chewing your lip as he hums in response, not daring to turn around until you told him he could. “You can turn around now” You breathe out, heart beating wildly in your chest. Eddie sighs in relief and turns around to face you, but is left shell shocked when he sees you’re still naked. And that you’re looking at him with the most sexy eyes, biting your lip as you slowly move your hands from covering your breasts and you cunt. Eddie’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he almost cums then and there in his pants, groaning loudly at you exposing yourself to him.

“Holy fucking shit. Oh my god” Eddie mutters breathlessly to himself, unable to form a proper sentence as his eyes rake over your body. He looks up at you with doe eyes, desperation and hunger mixed on his features. You bite your lip and sit on the edge of your bed, motioning with your finger for him to come closer to you. “Fuck, how is this happening” he asks himself in disbelief, shakily walking over to tower over you. Eddie gasps when you grab his hellfire t shirt, pulling him so that his face was mere inches away from yours, knees going weak as he feels your breath fanning his lips.

“Please kiss me” you beg softly, and Eddie wastes no time in crashing his lips onto yours, making you melt into his touch. He moans into your mouth as you deepen the kiss and pull him down on top of you, his hands shakily finding your waist and holding you tightly. Eddie is painfully hard in his pants now and you can feel it against your thigh, pressing your leg harder against him to give him some friction. Eddie throws his head back with a choked groan at the contact, grinding himself against your leg as his hands find and squeeze your breasts.

“You’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful” He murmurs as he kisses along your neck and collarbones, fingers digging into your soft hips as he continues dry humping you as though his life depended on it. You wrap your legs around him to pull him against your bare cunt, groaning low as he hears your slickness. He brings a finger between your legs, flicking your clit teasingly before trailing down your soaked slit.

“Jesus fuck, you’re so wet” He breathes, licking his dry lips as his fingers slip up and down your core.

“It’s all because of you, big boy” You coo, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Your teasing officially makes Eddie snap, and he growls as crashes his lips back onto yours desperately and starts to undo his pants, throwing them off to the side. His clothed cock presses back up against you and your eyes roll back as you feel how big he is, Eddie caging your head between his arms.

“Let me show you my appreciation than baby.”

Jonathan:

Poor Jonathan had just come over to show you the new pictures he’d just developed. Jonathan had adored you from a comfortable distance for years, never letting on to his feelings because in his eyes you would never like him back. An affinity he got once he started getting into photography, was taking pictures of you. Naturally, you became his muse and you loved and supported his hobby, always thrilled to see the lovely candids he has of you, oblivious to their meaning. He let out a breath as he knocked on your door. only to have it swing open, peeking in to see if you were there. He noticed you weren’t in sight, so he coughed he stepped through the door.

“I’m coming in” he says loudly, wary of accidentally scaring you. As he walks in he can hear some music coming from your room, your cute voice singing along to the words. Jonathan smiles to himself as he walks down the hall towards your room, ready to bust in and start singing along with you. What he doesn’t expect is to open the door and see you completely naked before him, dancing around your room for a moment more until you notice his presence. Jonathans cheeks were scarlet, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he looks over you, before remembering himself and turning around abruptly.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you were-” Jonathan squeaks out, his hand running through his hair nervously as he stammers more apologies. He wanted to actually feel sorry, but his mind had already burned the image of you into his head. You were a literal goddess, how could he help himself now? He only wished he could get a picture of this. His cock strained in his pants as he heard your twinkly laugh behind him, unable to keep the image from his mind.

“Don’t worry Jonathan, you couldn’t have known” you coo out to him, sensing his tension and laughing softly again to try and ease him, “It’ll only brings us closer, huh?” You joke to calm him down. Jonathans hands clasp by his sides, fists clenched as he mutters an affirmative hum in response, his mind absolutely reeling. What the fuck was he going to do, he couldn’t very well turn around and have his erection blatantly showing through his trousers from his best friends fucking body. Jonathan tries to discretely hold the photos over his bulge, praying it covers it up well enough. “Okay I’ve got some clothes on now” you call out to him, and Jonathan lets out the breath he has been holding as he turns back around. He squeaks quietly when he sees the ‘clothes’ are just your bra and panties, looking away to the side quickly before his wide eyes drift back to you as you hum and walk about your room casually. Were you trying to kill him? Jonathans knees felt weak and he was embarrassed by how heavily he was breathing, praying in his head that you didn’t notice it. When you look over at him and smirk, he smiles back nervously and quickly averts his eyes to the ground to try and be respectful to you. You sigh in amusement at how gentlemanly he was, shaking your head that he’s literally just seen you naked and still won’t make a move. You were happy to take that step for him.

“Do you like what you see Jonny?” You coo to him, the smirk still playing on your lips while you bite them and look at him. The blood drains from Jonathans face, and he shuffles in place, looking up at you wide eyed. He stammers, unsure of what to say, of if you knew he was hard and were going to call him a sick pervert for getting a boner because of his best friend. But instead you walk closer to him, and his heart races as you tilt his face to look at you, gaining some comfort from your warm, loving eyes staring back at him. He nods gently, chewing his lip nervously at his admission, worried he was about to ruin things with you.

“Do you want to touch me?” You ask him breathlessly. Jonathan can’t help the whimper that slips past his lips at your words, breathing sharply out of his nose. He’d dreamt of this countless times, and he could not believe he was actually hearing you ask it. His face burns as he nods his head again, looking at you desperately as you take one of his hands and place it on your breast, Jonathan’s knees buckling as you let out a moan from the contact. He looks like he’s about to faint as he gently squeezes them, unsure of himself. You moan and that makes his heart skip a beat, wanting to drown in your pretty sounds. Then you’re reaching your hands around your back and unclipping your bra, and Jonathan whimpers as you let the fabric fall from your body, hands hovering over your naked breasts. You bite your lips and urge him to touch you, and he obliges with a broken whisper of your name, cock throbbing in his pants as he touches you. Jonathan is in pure bliss, mind numb to anything but you as you gently press your lips against his and kiss him slowly. He follows your lead, gasping into your mouth when your hands come to rest over his on your breasts and make him squeeze them harder. God you’re gunna be the end of him.

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harringroveera · 2 months

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Everyone in the room is a suspect and Billy is gonna find out who ate his pretzel

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surfsnap · 1 year

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Billy doesn't understand why Steve won't pay attention to him at Tina's party. He's done everything right, and... nothing.

Whenever he tries to make eye contact with Steve, the other boy is sucking his girlfriend's face.

I can't be here.

So, what does he do instead? He gulps down every red cup he can get his hands on until his vision is blurry, and the ground below him starts to sway.

“Rough night?”

Billy blinks, trying to make out the face of the owner of the low, weary voice. All he knows for sure is that it’s coming from a boy, and the stranger’s hands are empty. “S...sober at a p-party? Not... having... f-fun?”

“Nah, it’s not my scene.”

“Th-then whyyyyyy... are you here?”

“My friend Nancy wanted me to get out of the house. Said I was “starting to blend in with my mom’s wallpaper”.”

“Na-nancy?”

“She’s here with Steve Harrington. Do you know him?”

I wish I did.

His silence is apparently a sufficient answer.

“He’s not worth you drinking yourself into a coma, ya know.”

“S... not why...”

“Man, you don’t look too good.”

“Pop...popular opinion, t’night,” he sniffles, jerking a shaking thumb in Harrington’s direction. Here he goes, pouring the tip of his heart out to a stranger. Great.

“What? No, no, I meant you look like you’re gonna pass out.”

Just as he says that, Billy falls forward, only to find that this guy has stopped him from kissing the carpet.

“I gotcha. You’re not gonna fall.”

“Gotta... go... home.”

“You’re in no condition to drive, dude. I can... take you upstairs?”

“Gonna make me... forget Harrington?”

“No! God, no.”

You really shoulda let me fall.

“I’ll help you up the stairs so you can get rest, okay?”

Bullshit. At the least you’re gonna rob me.

The next thing he knows, he’s being tucked into a bed, and he can hear his “good Samaritan” talking.

“Your name’s Billy. I remember you from school. Steve just... isn’t worth the trouble, trust me.”

“‘S my fault. I... really thought... I was good enough.” Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Not that my opinion should matter all that much to you, but I think you’re a pretty great guy, and you deserve better.”

“Better than- K-king Steve?”

“Definitely.”

Right before Billy falls asleep, he swears he hears, “If only you’d see... I’m right here. You’re enough for me, you just don’t know it yet.”

But that’s probably just the alcohol mixed with wishful thinking.

For you bby @freakyocean

#tw implied past sa #byergrove #my writing #billy x jonathan #jonathan byers x billy hargrove

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smashtbh · 2 years

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Passing Notes

ST boys x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

included in order: steve harrington, billy hargrove, jonathan byers, eddie munson, jason carver.

CW: swearing, mention of alcohol, drawings of nsfw content, mention of reader having a dick, cutesy, bad hand writing.

there are no pronouns used to refer to the reader.

a/n: LMAO I LOVE THIS BRUH THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE. please excuse my shit handwriting it is very difficult to write with my finger on my phone, but i tried to switch it up to match the boys themselves but idk my handwriting is just bad

steve harrington.

“Is this supposed to convince me?”

“Depends, did it work?”

“Steve, you could’ve just asked me to come over.”

“Oh. But like — did this persuade you at all?”

“No.”

“Noted.”

billy hargrove.

“What the fuck is this.”

“Art, baby.”

“Get out of my face, Billy.”

“Not till you fuck me stupid.”

“You’re already stupid.”

jonathan byers.

“Jonathan, this is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m sure you’ve seen cuter things.”

“Yeah, like you.”

“Y/N.. quit it.”

“But you blush so prettily.”

“Y/N!”

eddie munson.

“Did you draw this?”

“No, an eagle flew through the window, took my pencil, and drew that for me.”

“Well, he did a shit job.”

“Excuse me?!”

jason carver.

“Uh.. what’s on the top?”

“Don’t read that, will you help me?”

“I mean — yeah, I’m just confused about this little part here — “

“Don’t read that!”

likes, reblogs, & comments are appreciated!

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bowiebond · 2 years

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FTM!JONATHAN X FTM!BILLY

T4T BYERGROVE

TW: NONCON / SOMNO / IMPLIED COERCION / DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / FEM LANGUAGE / IMPLIED STALKING / CREEP JONATHAN / MINOR SCENT KINK / IMPLIED ALCOHOLISM

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Jonathan’s never been normal. In anything really. He’s always been a freak.

Which is probably why he’s in Billy Hargrove’s room, looming over him.

It had been an accident, really, finding out.

He had watched him get undressed one evening, through his window, and awed as the blond spread his legs and played with a clit instead of a cock, flushing all the way down his chest. So muscular you wouldn’t notice the softest give to them.

Jonathan was jealous at first. He passed so well without sacrificing his comfort. Jonathan wore layers upon layers to pass, did jaw exercises in the mirror every morning, lowered his voice until it hurt and some days it just disappeared. Thankfully, he didn’t have to talk to a lot of people. Nobody wanted to talk to the Creep Byers.

He had never been popular enough for people to remember Joyce Byers had a daughter once instead of a son, and those who did and tried to talk, had been beat half to death by him.

His jealousy soon left as he watched Billy play with himself, lips parted and glistening between his thighs, rosy red and tan lines in the creases of his thighs.

Instead he was filled with desire. The sticky kind that usually left him feeling gross, unpleasant, but now he was burning with it. He had never wanted to touch someone so badly before. Not even himself.

Now he was in Billy’s room, crawling into his bed, the boy far off in dream land and only wearing his briefs and tank top on the hot night. His skin is slick with a layer of sweat and Jonathan drags his tongue along the skin of his collarbone. He has to bite back a moan, heat pooling molten into his groin.

He slowly slipped the briefs down Billy’s legs, admiring his leg hair and sturdy thighs. He’s put so much work into his appearance, and the evidence of it makes him want to photograph him, like he was trying to preserve the memory of a Greek statue that was sure to fall apart in the coming years.

Billy is gorgeous. His cunt is dark pink like his lips, but Jonathan knows how red it gets when played with. How it swells and leaks around Billy’s fingers.

Jonathan’s mouth is watering as he crawls between Billy’s legs and drags his tongue over his sex, breathing in the musk clinging to the trimmed dirty blond curls like a drowning man seeking air. It does the opposite, every breath dragging him further into the dark ocean until his lungs give out, until his brain shuts off and he’s lapping at the pretty cunt like a mutt.

Billy doesn’t stir, but he does shift, the softest noise escaping his parted lips, and he looks like an angel with his golden halo of curls and long lashes; fearsome and beautiful.

Jonathan suckled at the throbbing bud, eyes slipping shut as he dragged his tongue down between his folds to taste him properly. He’s slick, hot and thick on his tongue as he drinks it from the source, moaning lowly in the silence room. Billy’s legs are twitching beside his head and he pulls back to slip a finger inside, to feel how soft and loose he is from his arousal.

Billy wouldn’t accept Jonathan if he was awake, but his body was honest in his rest. It desires to be touched, to be loved and fucked like it deserves.

Jonathan’s own underwear is sticky and damp, near disgustingly so with the wetness seeps into the seam of his trousers. He’s been waiting for hours for Billy to doze off into his deepest hour of rest, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to his body, the ways he’d treat it right. Better than any man or woman could; because they wouldn’t understand, not like Jonathan would. Billy was brought to this shitty hick town by fate, just for him.

Someone who would understand.

He slipped another finger inside, face so hot it felt like it would create a heat induced mirage all on its own. Billy was leaking down his ass, staining the sheet, Jonathan’s fingers, and he couldn’t take it any longer.

He pulled his fingers out, doused in Billy’s arousal, and shoved it down his own pants to touch, to rub at the aching spot between his legs as he buried his face in his cunt. He licked hot, heavy stripes over his pussy, trying to collect every streak onto his tongue. He felt ravenous as he fucked his tongue into his hole, slurping lewdly and circling his clit with the tip of his tongue every few licks, watching with wonder as Billy’s stomach flexed, a pinch growing between the blonds brows.

He couldn’t stop now. Not when Billy was throbbing against his tongue, making the sweetest sounds in his sleep and Jonathan was drunk on the heady scent of his cunt.

He was so close it hurt, grinding, rutting into his hand, slipping his fingers between his own sopping folds. He was beyond aroused at the idea of any part of Billy being inside him. Mingling their fluids together, shoving them deep into his hot hole, was better than any daydream Jonathan could conjure up. They were one now, inside Jonathan.

Billy’s thighs shook, his chest falling and rising faster and faster as Jonathan sucked at his hard clit. He pinched his own between his fingers, rubbing and rubbing, stomach burning and tension growing with every flick of his tongue to Billy’s clit.

He groaned into his cunt as he got closer, closer, reaching that final obstacle, the painful tightening before it would exploded with pleasure—

Billy came. He felt it around his tongue, the clench, the shake, the rush of something hot and wet against his mouth. So intense in its release it almost went up his nose, pulling back with a gasp, licking his lips as his own orgasm slammed into him like a train, sprits of something hot filling his underwear, staining through his pants. It wasn’t nearly as messy as Billy’s own, a large wet patch beneath the trembling boy.

Billy was blearily opening his eyes now, sluggish and sweaty, and Jonathan pulled his hand from his pants, crawling up to cover his eyes.

“Wha…?”

He was still spread out, open, willing, and Jonathan couldn’t help slipping his fingers back into that molten heat, tighter now, flexing around the intrusion. Pushing his own clear cum into Billy’s silky cunt. His face was still dripping with Billy’s orgasm, his squirt, his own legs shaking from the force of his.

“Don’t…” He slurred. He was still fuzzy from the multiple cans strewn upon his room, the bottle of whiskey on his bedside table. He always drank copiously on Friday nights. It’s why Jonathan chose tonight.

“I won’t hurt you.” He dug his fingers in deeper and Billy’s lips parted in a soft moan. “I just want to make you feel good, Billy.”

“How’d you…” Know his name? Get inside? Make him cum so hard he squirted all over a strangers face and could barely feel his legs?

He shushed him quietly, pumping his fingers. Watching the way Billy’s body responded to the stimulation.

“Let me love you like no one else could.”

Because no one would understand like he did. He wouldn’t let anyone else learn to.

No one could have Billy.

No one but him.

#billy hargrove #jonathan byers x billy hargrove #creep jonathan byers #jonathan byers #lemon #trans jonathan byers #trans billy hargrove

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Is there even a point to watch Stranger Things s4 when you know the is no ounch of possible Byergrove action?

#byergrove #billy hargrove #jonathan byers #stranger things #billy hargrove x jonathon byers #jonathan byers x billy hargrove

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Stranger Than Fiction

Part 27: Gifts

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Slowburn)

Part 1,... (Masterlist)...Part 27, Part 28 (Coming Soon)...

AN: Sorry about the wait Word Count: 3,816 Warnings: none

The rest of your night is spent tossing and turning in bed. The prickling along the skin of your hand and wrist are your only reminder of what happened in the car, not to mention the memories that flood your mind every time you close your eyes. Billy’s coy smile, how his eyes devoured your every move, the hungry glint in them at the sounds you made. Your stomach writhes, flipping and swirling the more your mind lingers on the interaction.

It irritates you, the effect he has on you. Every smirk, or touch sends your heart into overdrive. It doesn't help that your experience with relationships up to this point have never gone further than hand holding. But, this electricity that exists between you and Billy seems to be short circuiting all your logic and reason.

You’ve never spent a lot of time thinking about things like this, you’re not a child, Nancy has told you plenty about her relationship with Steve. You just never took any interest in it. Until now it seems. You're plagued by thoughts of Billy pressed against you, his calloused hands holding you tightly, his lips against your skin, the feel of his hot breath mixing with yours. Fuck.

You turn your head, releasing a pent up scream into your pillow until you're out of breath.

When exhaustion finally wins out, you’re cast into another restless sleep.

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You’ve been here before. It’s dark and cold, familiar. Home. It’s quiet right now, for now. You’re not needed, yet. Fear twists through every tendril of your being, as much a part of you as the darkness. You can feel the shadow in your mind, waiting. Ready to bend, break if needed. You’re tired. But, there is no rest here. No peace. No hope. Forever.

———

This is different. Not cold, warmth washes over you. The sound of crashing waves is rhythmic, almost like breathing. It soothes the initial panic of being in a new place, so bright and peaceful. It’s so different from the other place. You are able to glance around, there is no one else here. An empty beach. It’s nice.

———

The sound of your mom trying to sneak out of your room wakes you the next morning.

“Mom?” You ask, propping yourself up on an elbow, wiping sleep from your eyes. She stops, her hand on the door. She’s still in her scrubs, the only illumination in the room is the light coming in from the hallway.

“Hey sweetie.” She greets you softly, turning to face you, an apologetic smile already on her lips. “I was just checking on you, go back to sleep.” She tries to reassure you. Your gut twists, you can barely see it in the dim light but it’s definitely there. The ever present worry you inspire in her. You were having some kind of nightmare, you can feel it in the tense in your muscles and the ache in your bones. Feeling the exhaustion that plagues you from the tension your dreams bring into reality.

“I’m sorry mom.” You sigh, running a hand through your hair feeling the dampness of sweat. Her smile falters, pulling tighter at your apology.

“Don’t be sorry love. It just takes… time.” She reminds you. You know it’s what she needs to believe. That with enough time your mind will heal, that the nightmares will eventually fade.

“It’s getting better.” The lie tastes bitter. Her shoulders sag slightly, like she can feel the lie physically. She won’t press though, both of you are happy to let it sit between you. It’s easier than facing reality.

She pads over to your bed, gently stooping to press a kiss on your brow.

“I love you.” She says softly. You can’t help the small smile that pulls from you.

“I love you too.” You reply reflexively. You always say it back, just in case. It’s an easy truth, for the both of you. She pulls away, her smile a bit more relaxed than it was. “Go back to sleep.” She says again, patting your head as she steps back towards the door. She gives you a pointed look you know she normally only reserves for unruly patients, leaving no room for argument.

“Alright. No need to pull out the nurse mom voice.” You joke, lying back down. She laughs lightly at your joke, slipping out the door.

“Goodnight kiddo.” She says softly. You roll onto your other side, your back towards the door. You watch the light narrow into a sliver of the wall opposite you as she closes the door, leaving it open only a crack. Then laying still, you focus on slowing your breathing, listening to the sounds of your mom moving around the house getting ready for bed. She’s awake for another half hour, eating leftovers, looking through the mail, showering, and finally you hear the springs of her mattress creak as she gets into bed.

You listen to the silence for a little bit. You like the quiet. Your life has been chaos for so long, from the moment you woke up in the hospital and every day since it feels like the world has erupted into too many sounds. Everyone talking, a constant low level buzz of activity. It’s sometimes enough to drive you crazy.

When you're certain your mom is asleep, you quietly slip out of bed and get dressed. Glancing at the clock on your bedside table, you note that it’s only 6AM, still early enough for your morning walk to be peaceful. The house is still dark, but you move through it easily navigating in the dim light of morning. You gather your journal, and fill your water bottle placing both into your bag. When you go to put on your shoes, the dangling remainder of your sole catches your attention. You inspect the dilapidated sneaker for a moment, trying to think of the best way to cobble it back together. You eventually settle on duct taping the pieces back together, wrapping the tape around the shoe a couple of times to make sure it's secured.

It’s not pretty, but technically it’s a whole shoe again. Satisfied that your solution is functional, you lace up your shoes and grab Steves’ jacket from the coat rack. Slinging your bag over your shoulder you head out the door. The dawn is cold, the sky a dim shade of gray, everything still cast in shadow the morning fog slowly creeping over the earth.

You pick up a steady pace, heading for your favorite sunrise spot. There is a hill about a mile east that looks out over the currently barren fields and will be the first spot in Hawkins to see the sun. It also happens to have a very comfortable rock that is perfect for sitting and writing.

By the time you reach it, the sun has just started to peak over the horizon, bathing the top of the hill in golden sunlight. You can feel its warmth on your exposed skin, the cold morning air still clinging to the shadows. You take out your water bottle and notebook, setting the empty bag down on the cold rock. You sit down, positioning yourself to face the sunrise, taking a moment to watch the earth in front of you slowly brighten, the light washing away the remaining shadows. It’s quiet here, as quiet as it can be in nature. There are still the chirps of the birds and the rustling of dead leaves as small animals pass by, but peaceful.

You know that you can’t stay out too long. You may not notice the cold but your body still has a physical response to it and it's still the middle of December. So you open your notebook and begin.

The story you’ve been working on is not peaceful. It is a terrible story about a young boy raised to fight monsters. He’s known no other life, he was born with the burden of being the only one who can see these monsters, and he can never stop. But the older he gets, and the harder he fights to protect the world from evil, he realizes that a bit of that evil has taken root in him. It starts small, a black spot behind his ear, but it grows. It digs its roots in deep, twisting its way into his soul.

In the beginning the young man starts off as the hero, but eventually the evil will consume him and he will become what he fought so hard against. You know the ending, but it’s not written yet. There is still hope in the middle of the story.

When you notice the red tinge in your fingertips brought on by the chilly December air you stop and pack up your things. Taking one last glance around at the now illuminated field, you turn and head back home.

You arrive at the same time Steve pulls into your driveway. You can see him through the window as you approach and he looks a bit worse for wear. His hair is damp, hanging loosely around his pale face. His eyes are hidden behind sunglasses but are no doubt blood shot with circles under them. He cuts the engine as you approach the drivers’ side, opening the door to haul himself out with a grunt of effort.

“Alright grandpa, how’s that hangover treating you?” You ask, unable to stop your teasing smirk even for his sake. He sighs heavily, closing the door just to lean back against it, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What kind of friend are you?” He asks, lifting a brow. “How could you let me drink that much?” You come to a stop in front of him, crossing your arms to mirror him.

“Because according to you, you’re ‘a grown ass man’ who ‘knows how to handle his alcohol’, and because I ‘never let you have any fun’.” You say, throwing air quotes around some of the excuses he gave you when you tried to get him to slow down the night before. A bit of pink brightens his cheeks at the reminder, but he laughs good naturedly at your teasing.

“Stop holding me accountable for my own actions.” He groans. “I don’t feel good, so I’m just going to blame you to make myself feel better.” He goes on, pressing his finger tips against his temples. His small smile brings a bit of life back to his ashen face.

“Oh of course. Whatever makes your life easier Steve.” You concede, your own smile pulling at your lips. He huffs a laugh, lifting his sunglasses onto his head. There is a beat of silence before he clears his throat, his cheeks flushing a bit more.

“And- uh- thanks. For, you know, babysitting me last night.” He says sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his beck. Your stomach drops at the reminder, you didn’t think Steve was sober enough to remember much but apparently he remembered enough. You wonder if he remembers how he had held you against him, crying quietly in the kitchen while you whipped his tears. How he had gently lowered his forehead to yours and held your palm against his beating heart. You don’t want to press the subject, especially if he doesn’t remember everything.

“Don’t mention it, I’ll bill your parents later.” You joke, forcing yourself to chuckle. Steve laughs lightly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He looks you up and down, nodding his head towards his jacket you’re still wearing.

“The jacket looks good on you.” He says. You look down at the old bomber jacket, moving to unzip it.

“Yea sorry I just borrowed it to walk home last night. I, uh, couldn’t sleep.” You tell him, the unspoken truth behind your words not lost on him. He’s familiar with your anxious habits that don’t always make sense. That you have a tendency to walk away when your brain won’t settle down. His hand stops yours on the zipper, pulling it away.

“It’s okay, you can keep it.” He tells you. “I don’t wear it anymore anyways.” He explains, looking down at his hand encircling your wrist.

“Thanks Steve.” You beam up at him. He smiles back , his thumb running over the underside of your wrist. Your heart leaps. In that moment you wonder if he’s somehow feeling where Billy’s lips had been the night before. But that’s ridiculous.

“It will be a nice reminder of me while I’m gone. Along with this.” He says, pulling something from his pocket. Your eyes widen at the sight of a delicate gold chain, glinting in the sun, a small pendant hanging perfectly in the center.

“What is that?” You ask in confusion. Steves’ smile only grows as he drapes the shining metal over your wrist, easily clasping it in place.

“It’s your Christmas present. I’m giving it to you early cause I won’t be back until after new years.” He tells you, one hand still gently cupping your wrist. “The lady told me it’s real so it won’t leave a ring or anything.” He tells you as if it’s the most casual thing in the world.

Heat flushes your cheeks as you inspect the bracelet. You take in the intricate beauty of the simple chain, small links twisting and interlocking into a light strand of glittering gold. A simple pendant hangs from the middle. A brilliant shining sun, catching and reflecting the light, casting off its own rays as it hangs from your wrist. It’s beautiful. More elegant than anything you’ve ever owned. Something twists low in your gut.

“Steve, I can’t take this.” You tell him, moving to unclasp the chain. He instantly pushes your hand away.

“Of course you can.” He insists. Suddenly his eyes fill with worry. “Do you not like it?” He asks, his smile falling. Your stomach sinks.

“No, I- I like it, it’s really beautiful. It’s just too nice.” You try to explain. Steve sighs with relief, his smile returning in an instant.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just a bracelet, it’s not like I bought you a car or something.” He laughs at his own joke. You struggle to maintain your smile. You know that money isn’t really an issue with Steve’s allowance but it doesn’t make you feel any better. He should be saving his money for school, not spending it on pretty things for you. Steve’s eyes catch on to your discomfort almost instantly. “Please accept it.” He pleads sincerely. “I saw it and immediately thought of you.” He explains, one of his fingers flicking over the sun pendant.

Your heart swells at the sentiment. It’s unbearably cheesy, and very Steve. When your eyes glance up to meet his you’re once again met with the big brown puppy eyes, the hangover makes them look especially sad. You have to suppress a groan.

“Okay.” You finally give in, earning an ear to ear grin from Steve that pulls a smile out of you as well. “Thank you, Steve.”

“Merry Christmas, Babysitter.” He says, pulling you into a crushing hug.

“Merry Christmas.” You reply, wrapping your arms around him. He holds you tightly, pulling you up and into him. “I didn’t get you anything.” You admit, shamefully burying your face in his shoulder. His responding laugh shakes both of you.

“Can I request an official document declaring that I’m your best friend?” He asks. Your cheeks burn at the memory of you and Steve admitting that you are each other's best friends the night before. You laugh, trying to swat at him but he keeps his arms locked around you. “Can I get it notarized as well?” He adds, still laughing.

“Oh shut up.” You groan, earning another laugh. When he finally lets you go, you take a half step back. You’re hyper aware of the bracelet, holding your arm slightly away from your body to keep it from catching on any of your clothes and potentially scuffing it.

“Aren't you flying out today? When are you supposed to head to the airport? ” You ask, glancing at your watch.

“I was supposed to leave 10 minutes ago.” He tells you flatly. You gap at him.

“You what? What are you doing here? You’re going to miss your flight you dork!” You practically yell at him, giving his arm a shot towards his car.

“I had to come say goodbye.” He says, laughing as he opens the door and allows you to shove him into the driver's seat.

“You could have just called!” You say, slamming the door closed as soon as his legs are in. You see him laugh again through the window. The engine roars to life as Steve cracks the window, still smiling.

“No I couldn’t.” He says, like it’s a fact. That gets an eye roll from you.

“Get out of here before I’m stuck with you all winter break.” You tell him, unable to stop the small smile that he always manages to drag out of you.

“I’ll call you from the resort!” He tells you, putting the car in reverse and pulling out of the drive. “Don’t miss me too much!” He calls from the end of the driveway. “I’ll try!” You call back, waving goodbye as Steve gives you one last smile before pulling into the street. You watch the car speed down your street and disappear around the corner before heading towards the house.

An uneasy feeling settles over you as you make your way to your door. You and Steve had quickly become inseparable since the night the gate closed, it was a seamless partnership. It made you feel like there was someone there who had your back. You know that Nancy and Jonathan are still close but the knowledge that Steve will be alone for the next two weeks fills your mind with a low level of anxiety.

A chill snakes down your spine and your hurry into the house. You feel unsettled from the thoughts of Steve being so far away and practically unprotected, your palms itch with the need to do something. Instinctively you begin checking the safety of your own home. Moving quickly and efficiently you check locks on all the doors and windows, then lay hands on all the hidden weapons in the house. When you’ve checked all of them, you settle at the table with your fathers Barretta, pulling out the cleaning kit. It's monotonous work, but cleaning the pistol always seems to ease the itch in your hands when your anxiety picks up.

Rolling up the sleeves on the jacket your attention catches on the glint of gold around your wrist. You examine it for a moment, looking at how the delicate chain contrasts against your sun damaged skin. How it stands in opposition to your calloused hands, your fingernails chewed down to the quick, cuticles picked to an angry red. Your stomach twists.

It really is a beautiful piece of jewelry, delicate and perfectly balanced. Traits you can’t see in yourself. It really is too nice for someone like you.

What if you broke it or scratched it? What if you lost it on a walk? What if you fucked it up?

It’s too good for you. You wish it wasn’t, but it is.

You carefully unclasp the chain, lying it gently on the table before you start cleaning. You lay out the cleaning supplies, setting the pistol down on a rag in front of you. Then you settle into the process of disassembling and cleaning all the small pieces of the weapon. You remember when Hopper had taught you how to properly clean a gun. He told you that he and your dad would sit in silence for hours just sipping on drinks and cleaning the small harmless parts of the deadly machines. He always stressed that it was vitally important for you to understand the inner workings of a gun before ever picking one up. How all the pieces fit together, and if even one small part was missing or broke it would alter the functionality with devastating results.

Your fingers slowly darken with the combination of CLP cleaning oil and burnt carbon. You work diligently, rubbing at any blemishes remaining. When you’re satisfied that the gun is clean, and the anxiety in your mind has lessened slightly, you reassemble your gun and pack up your cleaning kit.

You move to grab the pistol, intending to put it back where it was hidden in your nightstand but pause your eyes catching on how dirty your hands are. You go to the sink and scrub at your hands until they are rubbed raw. When you’re sure that no remnants of carbon or oil cling to your hands, you pick up the gun in one hand and the gold bracelet in the other. You walk to your room, securing the pistol to the underside of your nightstand and placing the glimmering chain on the surface.

You can’t risk accidentally damaging it. Better to keep it here, safe. Your fingers ghost along the edges of the sun pendant, still managing to catch some of the light, glimmering up at you.

The sound of a revving engine causes you to jump.

Billy.

Your eyes dart to the time. 1156. You had lost track of time and nearly forgotten that Billy told you he would pick you up at 12. Not knowing what to expect, you just grab your bag, still packed from your walk, and head out the door before Billy can make enough noise to wake your mom.

Before you step out the door, you take a deep breath, reminding yourself that you have killed monsters before and faced shady government agencies, you should not let Billy fluster you the way he does. You are going to be so calm, he’s going to get bored and stop teasing you. That’s the plan.

His eyes are on you from the moment you step out of the house, his gaze follows you all the way to the car. Climbing into the passenger seat you notice he’s playing a cassette, it’s the first time you’ve actually recognized the song. You can’t remember the name, but it’s one of the songs Max showed you that day after school.

“You didn’t have to drive me.” You tell him, buckling your seatbelt. Billy immediately rolls his eyes, huffing a laugh.

“Yea, tell that to the duct tape holding your shoes together right now, loca.” He shoots back.

“It’s only one of them.” You grumble, settling into your seat. Billy just chuckles.

“It’s just a ride crazy, don’t make a big deal about it.” He tells you, putting the car in reverse and pulling out of your driveway.

AN: sorry this took so long 😬

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