#reader threatening/ beating Billy's ass for threatening her brother??

[harringtonstilinski]

Don’t Let It End - Steve Harrington

Author: @stilinskiparker Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 2,673 Warnings: ST4 spoilers??, aaaaangst, pov switches, character death, y’all are gonna fucking hate me :) Tropes/AU’s: Best Friends to Lovers | Fake Dating | Soulmate AU | Established Relationship | if you can think of any more, let me know! Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes. I hope this meets your expectations! I also added a twist at the end ;) A/N: Hi, friends! This contains small spoilers for S4V1, so if you haven’t watched it already, pls do not read. There’s two pov switches, but they’re happening at the same time. Where the first pov ends is basically where the ending of the second pov (third person pov) begins. It’s confusing, but go with it, lol. BUT, I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

FIRST PERSON POV

Sitting at the cemetery with Max wasn’t what I wanted to be doing at that moment, but here I was; sitting at Billy’s grave with her.

Billy Hargrove and I had dated the year prior. How? I’m still not sure to this day. I think he just wanted a fuck buddy since Mrs. Wheeler was way out of his league… plus, he was a minor at the time he tried getting into her pants.

During that time, Max and I had grown even closer than what we were before, almost like sisters. I needed her and she needed me. Her mom didn’t seem to mind.  Max and I were close from the Dart situation two years ago when Steve started babysitting her from that night in the junkyard.

My little brother, Dustin, was happy that Billy and I broke up, though he was kinda sad about the reason. Dustin and Billy never got along, and he was pretty pissed about the fact that I dated him after he threatened to beat the shit out of Lucas at the Byer’s house… and after he kicked Steve’s ass.

Speaking of Steve, he was my boyfriend now. When Billy died that night at Starcourt Mall, he held me back from going to the lower level of the mall, whispering in my ear that Max needed to be the one to cry over his body.

Steve and I were best friends then, and even before then in high school and middle school… well, pretty much since Kindergarten. We’d been put in the same classes since then. He was there for all my phases, even my Classic Rock phase that didn’t seem to fade out.

Steve confessed his feelings for me that 4th of July night, but he let me go at my own pace, since I’d had feelings for him, too. Around October ‘85 is when I told him I wanted to be his girl, and he was happy. 

Three months might not seem like enough time to get over someone dying, but since I had Steve by my side the entire step of the way, it was easy. He’d let me cry on his shoulder, stay however long I wanted to at his house. 

Now, five months later, Steve drove Max and I, as well as Lucas and Dustin, to the cemetery, where she and I were sitting. I listened to her read a letter she’d written for Billy. She’d written letters for everyone, myself included.

As she was reading her letter, the sky went dark very quickly, so I looked around, not really seeing anything before I heard a clock chiming. That’s odd. Why would there be a clock in the middle of the cemetery?

I heard laughing before I heard someone calling my name. Scared would be an understatement for how I’m feeling right now.

“Y/N/N,” the voice said again. I stood up, recognizing the voice, seeing a figure standing in the distance. “I’ve been waiting to hear those words from her, Y/N/N. Waiting so very long.”

I sighed, my breathing getting a little heavier by the second. “Billy,” I breathed.

He walked closer to me as he said, “But it wasn’t the full truth, was it? And you. Jumping into Harrington’s bed not three months after I died. You never really loved me, did you?”

“Billy, I know this isn’t you,” I said, holding my hand out in front of me a little bit.

Stopping in front of me, he said, “I think there’s a part of you, buried somewhere deep, that wanted me to die that day just so you could get with Harrington. That was maybe even… relieved. Happy.”

“No, that’s not true. I loved you, I did,” I said, through my tears.

“That’s why you let him stop you, isn’t it, Y/N/N? It’s okay. You can admit it now. You’ve always had feelings for Harrington. No more lies. No more hiding.”

“Stop it, Billy, that’s not true,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “I swear it’s not true!” I started sobbing at this point.

Backing me up while walking more towards me, Billy said, “It’s why you feel so much guilt. Why you hide from your friends, from your little brother, the world. And why, late at night, you wish you never met me while smiling in the comfort of Steve’s arms.”

The clock started chiming again as I shook my head. 

“That is why I am here, Y/N/N. To end your suffering once and for all.”

I missed the ledge of his grave, landing on my back. I went to look back at him, but what I saw instead terrified me. Vecna.

“It is time, Y/N,” Vecna said. “Time for you… to join me.”

I got up and started running through the cemetery, muttering apologies along the way as I ran over the gravesites. 

I stopped running once I found a small brick wall I could hide behind, trying to quiet my breathing. The only people I could think about Steve, Dustin and Max. Lucas, too. I thought about getting out of whatever mindfuck place I was in. I couldn’t leave them behind. Not them, not even the Wheeler’s or the Byer’s. 

I made the most stupidest decision I could make and looked from behind the wall, seeing Vecna appear out of the shadows, his deep voice saying, “You cannot hide from me, Y/N.”

I ran until I could run no more, looking around me, screaming,“Steve!! Dustin!! Max!! Lucas!! Steve, please help!! Dustin!!”

Seeing red appear to my left, I turned and faced it. What possessed me to walk towards it, I’ll never know, but I did. It was like the sky had painted red, like the roses from Alice in Wonderland. 

I looked behind me, trying to see where I’ve been… and to also see if Vecna was still following me. Looking back in front of me, I walked a few more feet before hearing something squishy under my shoes. I looked down, thinking it was mud, but then I suddenly realized that I’d seen these types of vines before; two years ago in the tunnels.

I looked up, seeing what looked like spikes sticking out of the ground, little pieces of something else floating around. With my investigative side coming out, I decided to walk further into the Forest of Spikes.

As I got closer, I walked up to, what I’m imagining, would be stairs. I saw a flight of stairs that looked like they led to nowhere, a grandfather clock floating in the air and chiming, a front door floating, and the structure of what looked like a house.

“What are you doing in here, Y/N?” Vecna asked.

I stepped on what looked to be some time of white berry. When I pulled my foot away, I screamed at the top of my lungs, backing away, seeing nothing but a shit of spiders crawling from where I stepped.

“Come back to me.”

I turned around, screaming again when I saw Chrissy Cunningham’s body on some sort of post before seeing Nancy’s friend, Fred Benson, on another post, both of them tied up with vines.

“How do you like them, Y/N?” Vecna asked, making me turn to face him. “Would you like to join them?”

“Never,” I seethed, turning to my right and starting to run when a vine caught my ankle. “Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” I was dragged along the ground before my pack hit a post, the vines holding me tightly by my legs, wrists and neck.

I was whimpering and crying, knowing full well that this was where I met my fate until Steve, Dustin and others would find a way to break me out.

Hearing the words “Wait and see, time is all that we really need” made me look behind Vecna, seeing everyone crowding around me as my favorite song of the moment played on, everyone yelling for me to wake up.

“They can’t help you,” Vecna said, the vine around my neck tightening. “There’s a reason you hide from them. You belong here with me.”

“You’re not… really here,” I choked. 

“Oh, I am,” he answered. “I am.”

Vecna raised his clawed out hand above my head and I immediately started thinking of happy memories; ones with my brother and the party, with Billy… mostly with Steve before the audio started to get all distorted.

“No,” I quietly grunted. “No, no, no n–” I gasped, feeling Vecna’s nails enter my head and face. My last words I thought of before all I saw was black was, “I love you, Steve.”

THIRD PERSON POV

Looking at his girlfriend sitting at her ex-boyfriends grave wasn’t something that Steve wanted to do, but Max had asked her to come with her, so she did. Lucas was sitting on the hood of the car, while Dustin stood in the passenger door with arm on it and his foot propped up. 

Steve tapped at the outside of the car before looking at his watch. “They’ve had long enough,” he said, getting out of the car, closing the door behind him.

“Steve, just give them some time,” Lucas said.

“I have, alright, Sinclair,” Steve responded, backing his way up the small hill behind him. “I’m calling it. Max wants to get a lawyer, she can. Y/N’s still coping, I need to make sure she’s alright.”

Steve continued his walk through the graves, reaching Y/N and Max. The younger teen was wiping the tears from her face as Steve walked up and said, “Guys. Time to go, yeah?”

Max nodded her head, looking in Y/N’s direction, eyes going a little wide. “Y/N/N?” She looked up at Steve, fear in her eyes.

The older teen looked at his girlfriend, putting a hand on her shoulder, saying her name a couple times while noticing her eyes looking the lightest shade of blue on her iris’ with red replacing the white. “Y/N!”

Shaking his girlfriend, Steve yelled for her to wake up, clapping to get her attention. “Y/N/N, wake up!” 

Dustin's face went more serious, seeing and hearing Steve yelling at his sister.

“Y/N, wake up!” Steve said, distress and sadness laced in his voice. He looked over at two younger male teens, yelling at them before going back to trying to wake his girlfriend while Lucas and Dustin ran to Steve, Max and Y/N.

Max was scared the whole time, not knowing what to do, fresh tears coming to her eyes as she watched the girl that was like her sister sit in a trance. She tried yelling out Y/N’s name to help Steve wake her up, but so far, nothing was happening.  

Max, Lucas, Dustin and Steve were shaking Y/N, saying her name, trying desperately to get her out of the trance.

“You gotta get out of there!”

“Wake up!”

Grabbing Dustin’s jacket, Steve said to the boy, “Go call Nancy and Robin. Go call Nancy and Robin!”

Running towards the car, Dustin had only one thing on his mind; to save his sister. “Don’t worry, Y/N/N. I’m coming, I’m gonna help save you.” Once he made it to the car, he grabbed his walkie talkie, hitting the button on the side and spoke into it, “Nancy, Robin, do you copy? This is a code red! Do you copy?!” At no response, the teen said, “Shit. Robin!! Robin, where the hell are you? This is a code red, I repeat a code red!”

“Dustin, it’s Robin. We copy.”

“Holy shit, finally! Please, please tell me you have this figured out,” he said, standing on top of Steve’s car. He’d deal with the consequences later.

After Robin had told Dustin what to do, he ran back up to Steve, asking what his sister’s favorite song was. 

“Styx’s Don’t Let It End,” Steve said. “She’s been loving it lately.”

“Roger that,” Dustin said, before hightailing it back to the car to find the tape. When he couldn’t locate it, he grabbed Max’s bag, grabbing a handful of tapes, along with Max’s walkman and hightailed it back to his sister. 

“Y/N/N, you gotta get out of there,” Lucas said. “Can you hear me?”

“Guys!” Dustin said, out of breath, dropping the tapes to the grass.

“What is this?” Lucas asked.

“Her favorite song!” Dustin answered. “I couldn’t find the tape! I figured Max might have it!”

“Why?!”

“Robin said if she listens – it’s too much to explain, help me find her song!”

The four boys and girl looked through the tapes, trying to find the one with Don’t Let It End on it. After a frantic search, Steve said, “I got it, I got it! Put it in! Put it in!”

Dustin took the tape and put it into the walkman, Max putting the headphones on Y/N’s ears, Lucas pressing the play button.

Frantically, everyone continued to yell at Y/N to wake up before her body lifted into the air. Not a few moments later, with everyone still yelling out her name, Y/N’s arms and legs began to snap in different directions, her jaw doing the same before her eyes started bleeding out. 

When her body dropped back down to the ground, Steve immediately grabbed her and pulled her into his lap. “Baby,” he said, tears starting to stream down her face. “Baby, wake up. You gotta wake up. Please, baby, wake up.”

Sighs of defeat were heard from the other three teens, Dustin quietly saying, “No,” with tears in his eyes.

With sobs wracking his body, Steve still tried to get her to wake up before Dustin put an arm on his shoulder, saying, “She’s dead, Steve! She’s dead!”

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Back at the Wheeler house, everyone gathered around the table in the basement, sitting on the couch and chairs provided.

Max sighed, standing from her sitting position. “That wasn’t her favorite song.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Steve asked, distraught.

“Just what I said. That wasn’t her favorite song.”

“Then what was it?” Dustin said.

“Yeah, enlighten the class,” Steve said.

Max sighed again, hand running over the top of her head. “When her and Billy were dating, he introduced her to that metal shit he used to listen to. She took a liking to this one band, Night Ranger.”

With expectant looks, she exasperatedly sighed. “Her favorite song was At Night She Sleeps!”

Steve thought about it for a moment, running his hand through his hair while quietly saying, “Oh my god.” 

“What?” Dustin asked.

“I should’ve known,” Steve said. He sighed before saying, “She used to always play it on my record player when she’d have a shit day. She was loving Don’t Let It End lately that I thought it was her favorite.” He sat down, head in his hands while tears came to his eyes. He whispered to himself, “It’s all my fault.”

“Don’t you dare blame yourself,” Robin said, sitting next to her best friend. “It was the only song you could think of in that moment of trying to save her. Yes, it didn’t work, but you tried, and that’s all that should matter is you trying. She would’ve done the same if the roles were reversed.”

“If I know my sister, she would’ve told you to not beat yourself up over it,” Dustin said. “Like, Robin said, you tried. That’s all that my sister would’ve wanted.”

Steve looked at the younger teen, giving a small smile before reaching into his pocket, bringing out a folded up polaroid of the girl he loved more than anything. He saw a future with her, he saw having children with her. 

Steve made a promise to himself that whoever he loved next, might not be as much as he loved Y/N, but he would definitely try to give them the best life they could possibly ever imagine.

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Posted on July 12, 2022

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[spnsisterimagines]

Mario Kart

Summary - Y/N decides to engage her brothers and Castiel into Mario Kart, not realizing what she was getting herself into.

Pairings - Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Jack Kline x Platonic!Winchester!Reader, Castiel x Winchester!Reader

Word Count - 1,911 words

"Let's get it!" Y/N squeals, claiming her spot on the middle of the couch. She was practically bouncing up and down, waiting impatiently for everyone to join her. The Dean Cave had brightened considerably since she had added a few redecorations. While Dean initially denied her, she had forced him to allow her to put up LED lights, several polaroids from her camera(they were mostly of herself smiling widely at the camera while Sam and Dean looked mildly annoyed with fake smiles. There was also a real funny one where Sam was unconscious on a hunt and Y/N decided to pose beside him), as well as posters from their favorite bands. Not to mention the added dock to the TV stand to hold her Nintendo Switch that Sam had bought her for her previous birthday. 

She supposed he regretted it now, since she was forcing him to play a game he'd never even heard of.

He entered the room first, holding a big bowl of popcorn and a soda. Dean followed close behind, Little Debbie packages hanging from his mouth since his arms were occupied with pillows from their bedrooms and a pack of beers for himself. Jack was the only one to come empty handed. He happily took the spot beside Y/N, waving merrily as Castiel also appeared with two sodas(both of them for Beth because he was just so considerate), taking the spot on her other side.

"I'll give this an hour before we switch to movie night, Y/N," Dean warned as he occupied his armchair, which was to the left of the couch. She had discovered this old thing at a garage sale. It had been a rather stressful day because Dean had refused to strap it to Baby and they had to hound what little friends they had for a truck. Since most of their friends were dead, Y/N had hot wired one outside of a bar and returned it before the drunk redneck inside could notice it had even left. She was sure the dent in the bed was there before they put the couch on it. Sam had not been happy about that.

Sam took his own armchair, which was to the right of the couch. 

"What is it, again?" he asked curiously. 

"Is the only thing in the media you've ever heard Facebook? You've seriously never heard of Mario Kart?" Y/N asked, happily accepting one of the sodas from Castiel. "Dad really did a number on us. I was introduced to this through Charlie." She got up to grab the number of controllers necessary for four. Jack was eager to try the game, but he was always open to trying new things, something Y/N could appreciate.

After connecting them to the Switch, she handed them out to her brothers along with Jack before returning to her spot on the couch between the angel and nephilim. 

"If I remember correctly from what you've told me, it's a racing game, right?" Castiel asked.

"Exactly, except with a few quirks to make it interesting. Like, um...I could throw a shell and hit one of them and vice versa. Or a banana peel. I'll give them a trial run before we actually get into it. Are you sure you don't want to try it, Cas?"

Castiel shook his head. "I have seen how you play with Charlie, and I don't want to be on the receiving end of your anger. And I rather like watching you in your element."

Y/N smiled, blushing, before playfully pushing him. 

"I need to get drunk to stomach this," Dean said, offended as he popped one of the beers open and took a gulp. "Keep the PDA to a minimum guys, you've got a kid next to you. Alright, what buttons do I push to hit Sam?"

"What the hell?" Sam scoffed. 

"What?"

"We haven't even started and you're gunnin' for me?"

"Uh, yeah!" 

"Alright, alright! First we gotta pick our player," Y/N mediated, pressing the buttons to get them to the screen full of Mario players. "I already got mine." She moved her icon until it landed on Wendy, before selecting her. "Obviously the best character, hands down."

The three boys maneuvered their icons over different characters, for some reason taking it a little too seriously on who they would choose. Sam selected his first. 

"Luigi?" Dean scoffed.

"You got a problem?" Sam asked. 

"No, but...why Luigi?"

"Who cares, I just chose him."

"You have to have a reason, man." Dean shook his head, before selecting his own. 

"Why'd you choose Bowser, then?"

"Because he's a badass. And he'd beat the holy hell out of Luigi if the games lost their PG rating," Dean shrugged.

Jack hummed thoughtfully, still scrolling. "I choose him!" 

He selected Toad. 

"Why him, Jack?" she asked. 

"I like his hat."

Y/N snorted, but it was a valid enough answer. Once everyone was ready, she selected the settings for the game and then decided to use the time to explain to them how the controls worked and anything else they were curious about. After a few trial races, they were ready for the real thing. Castiel was sitting patiently, his hands on his lap. 

"You assholes are going down," Dean declared, bringing his remote closer to him. 

"So much for being appropriate in front of the kid," Y/N sneered, but she was just as ready.

She set the game to go through ten races with a random select for the roads. 

And with that, they were off.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Dean yelled, nearly jumping to his feet. His first empty beer bottle slide across the floor from his rapid movement. "I DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH IT! I DIDN'T GO NEAR THE GODDAMN PEEL!"

"That might've been mine," Sam stated, smugly. "But Bowser also takes up half the road, so avoiding it was probably impossible anyway."

Dean squinted. "You callin' me fat, Sammy?"

Sam shrugged. "Luigi's doing just fine."

Y/N hid her smile as she hit her own item, snatching that smile right from Sam's face.

"Why did you do that?" he asked, incredulous, the red shell sending Luigi off the edge of the map. 

"You got in my way!" Y/N sang. 

It only seemed to get worse from there. What was supposed to be an hour of playing turned into four with the bowl of popcorn thrown across the room at Dean when he had decided to hit Sam three times with three separate shells before snagging first place and doing a lewd dance as a way to declare his victory. Y/N's hair had bristled up, becoming bushier almost as though it were alive. Her right eye was twitching, and her hands were cramping by now. 

Jack, however, was having a good time. He has gotten last place the entire time, but he was still having fun, and that's what truly mattered.

Castiel, on the other hand, seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack, not knowing whose side he should take because all three Winchester siblings were completely out of their minds, including Y/N.

Finally, it was the last race. Everyone's nerves were shot. Sam's hair seemed even more raggedy than Y/N's, and his shirt was stained with soda because Dean decided to take vengeance by chucking his pillow at him when Sam was taking a big gulp. They had to pause the game for several minutes while Sam fought for his life coughing and wheezing because the soda went down the wrong pipe.

"I'm afraid I must at least attempt to deter you guys from participating in another race. There aren't any weapons in the Dean Cave, but I'm sure you three will find a way to kill each other," Castiel said, worried. "Jack, are you okay?"

Jack nodded enthusiastically. "I'm having fun!"

"I will let it be known if I lose, someone is dying tonight. I will call Billie to fix it, but someone has to die tonight if I lose," Y/N threatened. 

"Good luck with that, I'm kicking all of your asses, and you can kiss mine when it crosses the finish line," Dean said.

"I don't even care if I win, as long as you guys lose. And I'll make sure it happens." Sam jeered. 

With that, the race began. Aside from Jack and Castiel, everyone was bloodthirsty. Surely no matter who won, someone was gonna be pissed off. Castiel was making a mental note to grab Jack as soon as possible and escort him out of the room while the siblings brawled. 

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Y/N shouted, jumping to her feet. "WHO DID IT! WHO DID IT?"

"I did!" Sam happily announced, moving to and fro with the turn of his controller, as though he were in the game himself. 

"I'm gonna get you, Sam," Y/N snarled, pressing hard on the buttons, trying her best to catch up to her brother, collecting any items she came across, but none of them were good enough, so she kept using them without thinking until she heard Dean curse and also jump to his feet. 

"THAT WAS ME, JACKASS!" he yelled, completely distraught. "I didn't even do anything this time!"

"You probably deserved it anyway!" Sam shrugged, continuing to maneuver through the AIs to get to the front. 

By that time, Dean and Y/N had caught up, and with all they had, they used their items to completely screw each other over up until every kart had passed them. In the end, they were the bottom three with Sam first, Y/N second, and Dean in dead last. And for a moment there after, nobody said anything. They were completely beside themselves in utter shock at what just occurred. 

"What just happened?" Y/N asked, deflating considerably. 

"We lost..." Sam mumbled. 

"Screw you guys, I lost overall!" Dean scoffed.

"I won!" Jack suddenly cheered, leaping to his feet and jumping up and down. "I won!"

"You what?" Y/N asked, shocked as her eyes trailed to the top. Sure enough, Toad was in first place. "You're kidding!"

"I can't believe I won!" Jack said, smiling as he high-fived a proud Castiel.

"I want a rematch," Dean commanded, sitting back down and retrieving his controller. 

"Yeah, me, too!" Sam agreed. 

"I'm down!" Y/N eagerly agreed, about to grab hers when Castiel snatched it. He went around the room, taking up all the controllers.

"Given that it's five in the morning, and just a couple moments ago you three were ready to quite literally rip each other's throats out, I'm going to recommend everyone get up and get to bed instead," he instructed curtly. "I think we should postpone a future night of games indefinitely, at least for a little while until you three can learn to control yourselves."

"What-but-you can't-" Y/N sputtered.

"Quite literally, I can shut off whatever is necessary so you can never play the game again with just a snap of my fingers," Castiel warned. "Shower and get some sleep. Jody already told us she needed to discuss something at noon tomorrow, and it would be rude if we were tardy. C'mon, let's go!"

With a grumble, everyone got up and cleaned their mess, ignoring each other vehemently as they walked out. Except for Jack; he was practically skipping. 

There was another good thing about tonight that he knew about. He was the one that triggered the lightning item that really stumped the three siblings and put them at the bottom three.

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 06 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.4K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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“(Y/N)! Go get the door!” Your aunt yells from the kitchen. “I'm busy here!”

“Ok!” You turn off the blow dryer, quickly fixing your hair before rushing downstairs. “What are you doing?”

“Grandma's cake.” She answers as you move to open the door. “Who's this?”

“Monica, probably.” You're still speaking when you unlock and pull it open. Your heart skips a beat when you see it isn't Monica. You raise an eyebrow to see him leaning against the door frame, a smile spreading through his lips.

“Honey?”

“It's just Billy, aunt,” you say, raising your voice a little. Pushing him backwards, you close the door behind your back. “What are you doing here, Hargrove?”

“It's our day off. You promised to go to my place to meet Maxine, remember?”

Oh, you completely forgot about that. “I made no such promise.” Crossing your arms, you jump a little when the door is opened again. Turning around, you see your aunt with bright eyes.

“(Y/N), won't you invite your friend in?” Her tone makes you blush.

“Goor morning, Miss Florence. Actually, I'm just here to pick her up.”

“I can't go today, Billy. Diane is baking something nice and–”

“No, no, no. She's going.” Diane cuts you off, grabbing your arm and pulling you inside. “Go change out of your pajamas, honey.”

“But–” She gives you a meaningful look.

“(Y/N), go change.”

Rolling your eyes, you sigh. “I'll be right back,” you tell Billy, ignoring how embarrassed you are, and the smirk on his lips.

You run upstairs, trying not to think too much about where you're going. You were kinda hoping he'd forget about that, but you'll try to keep in mind what Monica said. There's no reason to overthink. When the moment comes to make big decisions, you'll make them. You do enjoy being around Billy, and you do have fun together. The whole feeling you have when you're around him is unlike anything you ever felt before, and some part of you is starting to get addicted to it. On the pool, you have found yourself excited for the lunch break because you'll get to talk to him... It scares you, but as you change into a lilac blouse and jeans, you make up your mind for the day. You'll be with him today, so you'll make the best of it.

After taking one last look in the mirror, you take some money because you remember saying something about pizza. You take a deep breath before leaving the bedroom. But you move backwards abruptly when you see Billy standing outside. “What the hell!” You exclaim, pushing him and closing the door.

“Can't I see your bedroom?”

“No.” You wouldn't mind actually, but you decide to tease him since he came all the way up here without asking.

“Then you won't get to see mine.”

“That's fine by me.” Shrugging your shoulders, you bump into him as you move back downstairs. “I'm going, aunt. See you.”

“Have fun with your boyfriend, honey.”

You freeze by the door, feeling as if Diane just betrayed you. You feel Billy's eyes, burning, and you bet he has that stupid smirk on his face. “He's not my boyfriend,” you shout at her, grabbing Billy's arm and pulling him out.

You're impressed by the fact that he opens the passenger door for you, but since you're still blushing, you avoid his gaze. The short trip to his house is silent as you hope what your aunt said fades away... And you're also memorizing the way there.

Soon enough you're at his front door, and you watch as he unlocks it. “The place used to suck, but I've been trying to fix it, so... Don't mind it. It's not as cool as your house.”

“Uhm...” You mumble, stepping inside and looking around, taking in the place. It's not bad as he described it, it's cozy...

It's Billy's place. You feel weird to be here, as if you're giving a whole new step closer to him. “How many girls have you brought here?” You suddenly need to know if you can allow yourself to feel special.

“One.” He moves to stand before you, holding his index finger up, then slowly pointing it at you.

Taking a deep breath, you step back, smiling. “You brought me here to meet your sister. Where is she?”

“Max!” He yells suddenly, at the top of his lungs and you jump, heart racing.

“What the hell.” You breathe out, slapping his arm playfully. His bare arm. You haven't noticed the sleeveless tattered dark gray shirt that leaves his arms exposed. You have to force yourself to look away, meeting his blue eyes. “Why did you do that?”

“Did I scared you?” He smiles, towering over you.

“Yeah, you did.” You step back again, eager to put some distance between you and him. “Jerk. Go get your sister before I change my mind and go home.”

“She's probably listening to music.” Billy walks away, disappearing in the hall. You're left alone so you walk around, noticing the bench press he has in the middle of the living room. Walking around it, a piece of paper above the TV gets your attention. Taking it, you sigh to read Max's handwriting. “She's not in her room.” Billy says as he comes back, gesturing at the hall.

“Be back in fifteen minutes, shithead.” You read the words out loud to him, showing the paper.

Billy takes it from your hand, rolling his eyes. “I'm gonna kill her.”

“Sorry that you have to stay alone here with me. It must be a true nightmare, Billy Hargrove.” Raising an eyebrow, you smile at his expression. “What about that?” You walk around the bench press, standing behind it and trying to pull the barbell up. The thing doesn't even move, so you try again, using more strength, but nothing happens. “Whoa, this thing is heavy.”

“I work out almost every night, so I just leave it here.”

“That you work out is pretty obvious.” You gesture at his arms and chest.

“Yeah. I'm glad you noticed.” He comes to stand behind you. “Let me just–” He picks the weight up, both his arms around you, keeping you caged between his body and the bar.

“What are you doing?” You ask in a low voice as he starts moving the damn thing, up and down, up and down. “Ok, I'm just a tiny little bit impressed to see you lifting this thing up, but put it down, please.” He knows the effect he has on girls, and he also knows you're not immune to it.

He doesn't say anything, pulling the bar up once again, forcing it a little against your shoulders, pushing you backwards until your back hits his chest. His solid, strong chest. “You're such a jerk, Billy.” Why is your voice so weak? You look at his left arm, how tensed his muscles are. “These things are heavy. Put it down before you drop it and hurt me.” You need to get away from him. Being this close is dangerous, because you feel something coming from the back of your mind, an idea that had never crossed your thoughts before.

“I'd never let anything hurt you.”

You turn your head to the side, just enough to look at him. He's already looking, those blue eyes threatening to drown you. Your eyes fall on his lips, of how close they are. You could easily tiptoe now and find out how his lips would feel on yours. It feels like he knows exactly what you're felling because when he moves the bar to give you more space, you turn around, almost as if you're being pulled towards him, like a magnet.

But you know you shouldn't kiss Billy. It would be a point of no return. That's it, a big decision... But right now, the last thing you want to do is think. You just want to feel, and let these feelings flow out.

When you're face to face with him, you feel the bar on your back, pushing you against his chest, making it impossible to run away. As if you would even if you had the chance. “You know I hate you, right? For doing this.” You whisper, as your arms involuntary move to lay on his chest.

“I'm not–”

“Hey, shitface. I'm back.” A girl's voice drags you out of your numbness, and Billy puts the bar down on the bench.

“That's disgusting.” Someone else says and you step away from Billy, catching your breath and clearing your throat. Max isn't alone. She brought a small army with her, five people, and everyone looks the same age.

“Perfect timing as always, Max,” Billy complains. “(Y/N), this is Maxine, my dipshit sister. And the rest of her gang.”

“The gang that saved your ass, you mean.” One of them says, his voice a little muffled, which makes you giggle a little. “Dustin, nice to meet you.” He steps forward and shakes your hand. “So. Are you Billy's girlfriend?”

“No, I–”

“Ok. These are Lucas, my boyfriend.” Max starts, and you feel Billy sighing when she names the boy. “Will, Mike, Eleven, and Dustin you already met.”

“So these are your saviors,” you say, turning to look at Billy.

“Every single one of them.” He answers.

“If you two aren't dating, why did you bring her here, Billy? Wasn't there a rule about not bringing your flings to the house?” Max mutters, walking past you and to the TV. The others move to seat on the couch and some on the floor.

“(Y/N) is not a fling.” He says, rolling his eyes. You try hard not to smile at what you just heard.

You're a little uncomfortable since Max's friends keep staring as if you're a ghost. Their eyes fly from Billy and back at you, and they even gossip, whispering on each other's ears. “Max, you look like a very smart kid.”

“I am.” She says with a smirk. “Unlike my brother.”

“So, if I make you a question, would you be able to answer real quick?” You smile at her curious face, as you slowly step backwards, closer to the hall and further away from Billy.

“Yes.”

“Billy's room?” You burst out, speaking a fast as you can.

“First door to the right.” She yells, just as fast as you spoke, and you're off, like a lightning bolt because you see Billy moving.

You run through the hall and literally throw yourself on the door, opening it and almost stumbling in. You're laughing when he grabs your wrist, giving up when he notices you're already in. “You got me there, I'll admit.”

It's your time to smirk at him, teasingly, stepping further into his bedroom. “What did you say before? That I wouldn't get to see your room?” As you speak, you start pacing around. His room is more organized then you expected. His bed has a dark red blanket over it, and it looks very comfortable. There are movie posters on the walls and a sound system on his dresser. You move to stand before the mirror he has on the nightstand beside his bed, looking through the colognes he has. “Which one you use?”

“All of them.”

“No, there's one you use more often.” You have the scent vivid in your memory, so you quickly go through the small bottles, bringing them close to my nose. “This one.” You look up, meeting his eyes through the mirror.

“It's my favorite.” He says, moving a little closer.

“Mine too.” Thanks to the proximity, you can smell it, irradiating from his body. It's fresh and strong, very masculine. “I mean... I like it.”

Billy takes the bottle from your hands, opening it. “Here.” He pour some on his index and middle finger, bringing them to your neck, on the soft spot below your left ear, pulling the hair away, and does the same on the other side. You feel the cold liquid spreading through your skin, and the scent surrounds you completely. “Now you smell like me.”

What should you say? Or do? You're frozen, inebriated by the closeness, by the low sound of his breathing. “I...”

“Hey, lovebirds. We're watching a movie.” Max says, and her voice brings you back to Earth. She has such perfect timing to save your ass. “You can either come and watch or stay here and make out. You pick.” And she leaves.

“Movie...” You tell him, catching your breath.

“Did I make you nervous?”

“I just want to watch the movie, Billy.” Grabbing his hand, you pull him towards the living room. “We're watching the movie,” you tell the kids.

“You and you. Move.” Billy gestures at Dustin and Will, who immediately stand up from the cough, giving you and Billy enough space to sit down.

The movie is already starting, and you roll your eyes to feel Billy's arm around your shoulders. You're aware the kids are staring, but you guess they're not used to see Billy like this with a girl. But you try to really focus on the movie, as you slowly relax.

You feel as you move closer to Billy, your legs touching. The movie isn't very good, and you laugh when Billy sigh's out of frustration. The kids seem to like it though.

“Not a very good one, right?” You whisper to him.

“You picked the wrong option, princess.” He snaps back, and you immediately remember what the other option was.

“What makes you think I want to make out with you?” You turn your head to look at him, using all the sassiness you have to cover up the truth. That you want to kiss him so bad, a fact that you just realized today. You've been wanting to kiss him for a while now, but you know how dangerous it would be.

“You think I don't notice when you blush? Or when you start breathing fast? Or when–”

“Shhh.” Someone mutters, and your eyes move back to the TV, abruptly. You feel Billy's chest moving when he laughs.

“I need to know something...” He whispers, and you feel as his arms slide down, encircling your waist and pulling you closer. You can feel his breath on your hair, and whatever is on the TV right now is just a distant blur. “I need to know if you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you.”

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@chloe-skywalker @dpaccione @tilesandtokens @dreamin-of-dacre

#billy stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #imagine billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #imagine stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader

[sinfulserpents]

hc where the reader is dating billy and is close to max who tells her that some older girl is bullying her reader goes full protective sister mode and stands up against the girl and billy and everyone is s h o o k because she usually pretty reserved thank you

you started dating billy because of max

you babysat the party 

and when you met the girl, you adored her instantly

the both of you bonded over your capability to just not give a fuck

and you became a cool sister figure to her

so when you first met her brother

she thought you were going to hate him

he beat up one of your best friends; steve harrington

threatened one of your children; lucas sinclair 

but somehow y’all actually got along

and it didn’t take long for billy to swoop in and ask you out

which max loved

because when he was with you he wasn’t the worst

even though you were dating her brother

you still continued what was known as your weekly sleepover

where you would invite max over

watch a bunch of random movies inside a pillow fort

and talk shit

cue constant rants about the stupid reason why max and lucas broke up again

you’d give her the best advice though

because they were adorable together 

anywhore

it would be during one of those sleepover rants that max would let it slip that she was being bullied

and she’d try to play it off 

and act like it didn’t affect her

but you knew her better than that

so you’d pry

protective! sister mode instantly activated

and she’d tell you about this tiffany chick

who was a junior in high school 

and would constantly give her shit about her hair

and the fact that she skateboarded 

and because she apparently wore “boys clothes” 

and my god did it piss you off to see one of the most badass thirteen-year-olds that you have ever met just bawl her eyes out

and need you to hug her for comfort

this tiffany chick was so dead

it would be one day during summer break

when billy took both you and max down to the community pool to hang out while he worked

that you would meet the little bitch who was giving max such a hard time

you’d be on one of the deckchairs tanning

admiring billy across the pool in his lifeguard outfit

and max would be in the chair next to you

reading a wonder woman comic

when a blonde girl surrounded by a posse of other younger girls walked up to max

you instantly saw max tense up and just knew

tiffany would put both her hands on her hips

and sneer at max

sarcastically stating “wow mayfield, are you actually doing girl shit? look everyone! maxine is tanning!”

so you’d clear your throat and stand up

pulling their attention to you

and you’d push yourself in-between tiffany and max

raising your eyebrows at the blonde girl who thought she was top shit

“what did you just say?”

and tiffany would chuckle and look at the girls around her

if you could slap her and not be charged for hitting a child, you would

before speaking in her high-pitched voice

“who the hell are you?”

so you’d cross your arms over your chest and begin stalking towards the girl

intimidation at its finest

you’re scary when you’re mad

and she’d begin to walk backwards

“i’m maxine’s sister, if you mess with her you mess with me. you go anywhere near her again and i’ll make sure that you get expelled from school. I also know sophomores who will make your life a living hell, so i’d suggest that you and your followers get the fuck out of here before i make you fall in the pool.”

a flash of fear will spark in her green eyes

but it’d be gone as she rolled them and stomped away

billy would’ve seen the whole exchange

confusion etched onto his features as he approached you

he had never seen you so mad

you were a little angel

so he knew whatever had just happened had to be bad

so he’d tap your shoulder and you’d turn around

max coming to stand beside you

quickly wrapping her arms around your torso

whispering a little “thank you”

i love max with my whole heart 

and billy would tilt his head

probably would look between you and his step-sister with furrowed brows

“is everything alright?”

you’d nod and place your hand on max’s shoulders while speaking to him

“it’s all handled babe, don’t worry.”

“what was that about?”

and you wouldn’t want to tell billy

but he was genuinely concerned about max

he may act like he doesn’t like the little firecracker

but deep down he will protect her with his life

max would shrug and explain about what tiffany had been doing to her

and he’d get mad

but she’d stop him and rant about how much of a badass you were

she! worships! you! 

and billy is so blessed to have you looking out for her 

but the next time he saw tiffany

her ass was grass

#billy #billy hargrove imagines #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove one shot #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove head canon #billy x reader #max mayfield #stranger things #stranger things 3 #stranger things s3 #stranger things season 3 #stranger things billy #stranger things billy hargrove #stranger things max #stranger things max mayfield #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine #stranger things one shot #stranger things headcanon #stranger things head canon #one shot #headcanon #fluff

[daddystevee]

This Isn’t You

(Steve Harrington x reader)

Im trying something out here. Something a little bit more from my mind instead of feeding directly off of the story line. I’m also gonna try to get these one shot type things out a little more. I really like this one and im kinda seriously proud of it. So this takes place immediately after season 2. In this fic- were just gonna pretend that Steve and Nancy didn’t get back together at the end of season one :p

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: blood and cursing and some FLUFF

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“I can’t keep acting like I don’t know that you're keeping secrets from me.” you call out a little louder and angrier than you had planned to. Steve was sitting on the edge of your bed when you walked into your room, rag in one hand and a bowl filled with warm water and soap in the other. 

Your boyfriend had shown up at your doorstep, at nearly 1 in the morning, face covered in blood and his two eyes starting to turn purple at the inner corner. Thank God your parents had gone to visit your brother, who was currently at college, because otherwise you’d be totally screwed.

Over the last week or so you had this weird gut feeling that Steve had been hiding something from you. He normally would call you at night before going to bed, but as of lately he wasn’t doing so. He would ignore your calls and if he did answer he wouldn’t stay on the line for very long.

“This just isn’t like you, Steve. I don’t know what it is or what happened to you, but I really don’t like it.” 

He wasn’t responding to anything you were saying, but looked up at you with the smallest tinge of guilt in his eyes. Even if he did tell you the truth it’s not like you would believe him anyways, no one would. You sat down next to him and looked him in the eyes and sighed,

“This might sting a little” you say as you dip the dry cloth into the soapy mixture. Setting the bowl onto the ground, you moved as close to Steve as you could to make sure you got all of the cuts cleaned. You made sure to get the easy parts first, taking the rag under his nose, around his eyes and on his cheeks. He hissed when you wiped around his busted lip and chin. You gently peeled the band-aid's off that were on his forehead and chin, so you could get a better look at what you were working with.

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After you had finished cleaning and properly taking care of his wounds you walked out and into your older brother's room and grabbed a set of pajamas for Steve. 

“Here put these on.” you say throwing the clothes at him

“Y/N, I’m going home. I don’t need these-”

“No Steve, you’re not going home. I’m not gonna let you avoid this anymore, we’re gonna sit here and we’re gonna talk things out. I don’t care what kind of crazy excuse you’re gonna throw at me this time, but I’m not catching it.” you say cutting him off, you refuse to let him get out of this. You’re his other half, the two of you are supposed to be honest and open about everything with each other.

Steve sighed before putting the clothes down and grabbed your hand, leading you out of your room and down the stairs to the kitchen. 

“Sit down.” he said before moving over to your parents liquor cabinet and pulling out a bottle of whisky and setting it down in front of you, “you’re gonna need this.”

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“So do you understand why I haven’t been around?” he asks leaning against the counter, an ice pack being held against his forehead with one hand and his other arm folded across his stomach.

You had your head leaned onto the back of your chair looking up to the ceiling trying to process everything he had just told you.

“So you’re telling me that when the Byers boy went missing, he was just stuck in an alternate universe with weird freaky monsters called-”

“Demogorgons”

“yeah demo- whatevers, and there’s a girl that can move things with her mind and she’s from this other dimension or has access to it and you’ve been fighting these monsters with a bunch of 12 year olds?”

“Yup”

“And you went into some underground tunnels to light them on fire to distract smaller versions of those- demo things from attacking the girl with powers so she could close the gate between the worlds? But in the process you got your ass beat by Billy Hargrove- hence why you're covered in cuts and bruises?”

“Yeah pretty much.” he says doubting you’d ever believe him. There was a long pause filled with painful silence.

“Okay, yeah. I get it.” you say with no trace of sarcasm in your voice. 

Steve just stares at you in disbelief, “Wait, you actually believe me?”

You hop down off of your chair and walk over to your boyfriend wrapping your arms around his middle, “Of course I do, I mean it sounds unbelievable, but something tells me that you wouldn’t sit me down with an entire unopened bottle of whisky to tell me some bullshit story.” 

Steve lets out a sigh of relief as he puts the ice pack down on the counter and wraps his arms around your shoulders pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank God, I thought you were gonna think I’m a crazy-”

“Oh, I do think you’re crazy, crazy enough to go through all this without me. I want in next time.” you say cutting him off.

“Oh, no, no, no. You will NOT be part of this.”

“And why not? Is there something else you’re hiding?” 

“No- I just, I don’t want you to get hurt. If something were to happen to you I don’t know what I’d do.” you look up into your boyfriends gorgeous brown eyes to see them with tears threatening to spill over.

“Oh, Stevie.” you say nuzzling your head further into his chest, “I appreciate you wanting to look out for me but, we’re in this together. Monsters and all.”

“I mean, I guess you would look pretty hot swinging the nail bat around beating the shit out of a Demogorgon.” he says lightening the mood a little but there was a hint of seriousness in his voice

“Nail bat? What’s that?” you ask pulling away from him.

He looks at you like you just messed up the ABC’s, “It’s a bat, with nails in it.”

“oh well, duh. Well you’ll just have to teach me how to use it one day.”

You smile up at him and go up onto your tippy-toes, giving him a small kiss on the lips, “It seems like you’ve had a long couple of days, let’s get you to bed, shall we? You go ahead and get ready for bed, I’m right behind you”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, booking it up the stairs and to your room. You walk to the front door to lock it, then head back into the kitchen, making sure to turn off all the lights in the house before heading upstairs. By the time you had brushed your teeth and walked into your room, Steve was already asleep in your bed. You climb underneath the blankets and reach to turn off the lamp before laying with your back to Steve. You feel Steve snake an arm over your stomach and pull you in closer to him,

“I love you” he mumbles half asleep

“I love you too, Stevie” you say as your final words before you drift off into sleep.

Steve can’t deny that even though he doesn’t want you near any of this Upside Down shit, he wouldn’t wanna fight some other world monsters beside anyone else.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #steve harrington fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #kait writes #i tried alright

[masterofmunson]

temper

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Billy’s red, hot temper makes him lose the one thing he has. You. 

Warnings: language, angst

Word Count: 3.7k+

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi i had so much fun writing this!! there’s something about angst that I love so much lol. pls tell me what you think!!! thank u!!

Tears of frustration threaten to spill down your cheeks. God. If Mary knew you were near tears over your stupid boyfriend, she would kill him. There’s no doubt about it. Mary would kill Billy. If any boy makes you cry, they deserve Mary’s wrath, your doofus of a twin brother included. She punched Roy in the nose when the three of you were in the third grade because Roy broke your Barbie doll. He laughed when he broke it, and then cried when Mary punched him. 

You shake your head and let out a broken sigh. Your eyes are trained on the front doors of Hawkins High as students spill out of the building. You don’t know what to say to him. 

What can you say? Billy had punched your brother. Billy had punched your best friend. He had punched your overprotective brother in the face because Roy was looking out for you. 

Two days prior, Jenna Olson had a party at her lake house up the road. You couldn’t go, you had a shift at Macy’s and couldn’t get anyone to cover for you. Billy had wanted you to ditch your shift completely, but you rolled your eyes and laughed at him. Instead, you told him to go have fun with his friends. You trusted him then. 

Now, you’re not so sure. 

When Roy stumbled into the house with the help of his girlfriend Christine at two in the morning that same night, he roared and hollered for you. It had startled you awake and you ran down stairs to make sure he was okay. You were thankful your parents decided to go to Chicago for a weekend date. 

Christine struggles to get him to sit at the kitchen table as you stare at your brother, tired and in awe of the damage on his face and his knuckles. You were in utter disbelief. 

Roy told you everything. He saw Billy hanging onto a slu of girls, all of which who weren’t you. Like any brother would do, Roy told you, he confronted your boyfriend. Then a fight broke out. 

Christine told you the grimacing details while Roy moaned and groaned for an ice pack and ibuprofen. It shocked you to your very core. Billy knew how close you were to Roy, and yet he destroyed any relationship the two of them could’ve had when his fist met Roy’s face. It broke your heart. 

That night was the first night you locked your window. Billy was the last person you wanted to see. 

Now, sitting in Billy’s Camaro, your eyes are anywhere else but looking over at his. You’re seething with anger, disappointment, frustration. It’s obvious in your tense shoulders and the way you bite the inside of your cheek. 

You feel so stupid. You believed Billy when he said that he wanted to change, that he didn’t want to be like his father and solve confrontation with his fists anymore. You believed him when he said that he loved you and kissed you and loved on the right spots. You believed he was starting to change when he kept walking when someone pissed him off, when he started smoking less, when he made an effort to have a relationship with Max. 

You hate feeling so wrong. 

A silent tear slides down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away. 

“Sweetheart,” Billy chokes out, reaching for your hand. You recoil from his touch and his heart drops. “Please say something.”

You look over at him and lean your back against the door. “What should I say, Billy?” you snap at him. “Was it worth it? Did you get the same rush like you did when you did the same thing to Harrington?”

Billy winces and he looks down into his lap. He fumbles with his fingers. 

You know it’s a low blow, but you don’t care. You’re hurt and upset. The shame he feels is nothing compared to your heartbreak. 

Silence falls between the two of you and you glance out the window. You stare at your car. Roy’s waiting on the hood of the trunk with Christine. The bruises he sustained cover his entire face. 

“Well?”

“No,” he answered quietly. “It wasn’t. I was just so angry that he would accuse me of stepping out on you. He was drunk, Y/n. He didn’t see me shove the girls that came onto me. He saw what he wanted to see. He’s never liked me.”

“So that gives you the right to punch him? To make his face into your own personal punching bag? It doesn’t matter that he was drunk. You still hurt him. You hurt me. Roy is my brother. He’s my best friend.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

For a moment, you believe him, but that night flashes in your mind. Roy’s black eye and busted lip. The way blood pooled down his nose and on his temple. It frightened you. 

You turn your back to Billy and reach for the door handle. Billy reaches for your arm and gently pulls you away from the door. You turn your head to look at him. For a moment, you think you see tears in his eyes. 

“I said I was sorry,” Billy tells you, his voice desperate and broken. 

A bitter laugh escapes your mouth and you shake your head in disbelief. It sends a shiver down Billy’s spine. The nerve he has to say that to you, like it changes anything that happened. You can’t believe him. 

“Are you kidding me, Billy?” you snap at him. Your temper rises with each passing second. “Do you really have the nerve to say: “I said I was sorry,” to me? What did you think was going to happen at the end of this conversation? That we would kiss and makeup and I’d tend to your wounds? Saying sorry doesn’t change what happened! I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. You beat the living shit out of my brother! You scare me!”

Tears fall down your face and your voice is cracked and raw. A sob escapes your throat and you squeeze yourself into a ball closest to the door. Your shoulders shake and your hands tremble. Billy stares at you in disbelief. A tear escapes his eye and quickly wipes it away. 

His fear had come true. Billy had managed to tear up your heart and scare you, something he swore to you and himself that he would never do. He hates himself for it. 

You quickly unlock the door to his car and stumble out, holding onto your backpack tightly. You slam the door shut with such force that it makes Billy jump in the driver’s seat. He winces and watches you hurry off towards your car where your brother awaits. 

Billy sniffs quietly, wiping his nose before angrily hitting the steering wheel with the palms of his hands. 

Approaching Roy, you wipe at your cheeks and shake your head at both your brother and his girlfriend. The last thing you want is to sob your guts out in front of them. You just want to get into the car and go home without another word from either of them. You don’t want their pity or disapproving stares. 

“I’ll take Roy home,” Christine tells you, wrapping her arm around Roy’s. You nod quietly, watching the two of them walk towards her car before climbing into the driver’s side. 

Tossing your backpack in the passenger seat, you let out a heavy sigh. 

The sound of Billy’s car engine rings through your ears. A tear slides down your cheek. 

Mary would squeeze your face together in a weak attempt to make you laugh if she saw you like this. Too bad she called in sick today. If she knew how much Billy had made you cry, there would be hell to pay. You’re almost certain. 

…. 

There’s a soft knock on your door. It’s the knock Roy uses when he knows you’re sad or upset. You’ve been sad and upset a lot lately. 

“Yeah?” you shout over the music, rolling over on your bed so you face the door. You toss your book to the side. 

“Can I come in?” Roy asks from behind the door. 

“Sure.”

The door clicks open and Roy steps inside. He sends a soft smile your way before walking over to your bed. You reach over to turn off your radio. You sit up and twist your body so your legs are dangling off the bed. Roy takes a seat beside you. You stare at the brown carpet beneath you. Roy nudges you gently. You return the nudge and it makes him laugh. You smile too. 

“You doing okay?”

You shrug silently, letting out a soft sigh. Your eyes are trained on the floor. You glance at him. 

“I think I should be asking you that,” you joke lightly. The bruising on his right eye is nearly gone. The large gashes on his cheeks are now small cuts and there’s still a tiny bandaid on his nose. 

Roy laughs, rolling his eyes at you. “I’m fine,” he answers. 

It’s been two weeks since the fight and break up with Billy. Roy is mostly back to normal appearance wise and you’ve tried your best to stick to the routine you use to have before Billy came along. 

You pick up more shifts at Macy’s and make an effort to hangout with the coworkers you like outside of work. You return to your study table at Benny’s Diner in the evenings you’re not working, but now you’re by yourself. You spend more time with Mary. Everything is relatively back to normal on your end. 

Your not so sure about Billy’s. Knowing him, he’s back in his old ways, relishing in his self destructive behaviors and his new found freedom as a single man again. You have no clue. You’ve tried your best to avoid him at all costs and you’ve done a great job so far. 

That, or Billy’s made it his mission to avoid you at all costs too. He hasn’t even spoken to you since your break up and his half ass apology. His eyes only lingering on you when you pass him in the hallways. 

Silence falls between you and Roy and he lets out a gentle sigh. “I know that these past two weeks have been rough on you. I know you won’t admit it, but I know you miss him,” Roy tells you quietly. 

You open your mouth to protest and scoff at his assumption, but Roy raises a brow at you. There’s no point in lying to him. You sigh, nodding your head at your brother. 

“I know I shouldn’t,” you mumble shamefully. Tears form at the corners of your eyes and you hate yourself for it. You feel pathetic. You told yourself you were done crying over him. A year long relationship be damned. “He hurt someone that I love. He hurt you, Roy. You’re my brother, my dingus of a best friend. I can’t be with someone that hurt you like that.”

“Y/n—”

“Plus, he hasn’t apologized to you, so fuck that,” you interrupt him before laying back down on your bed. That was your deal breaker. If you were to ever speak to Billy again, it would have to be after he apologized sincerely to Roy. Anything less than an apology was shit to you, despite what your heart wanted. 

“Hey, Dingus, if you stop interrupting me, I can tell you that he did,” Roy tells you, shoving you with a push of his hand. You shove your foot into his chest. 

Your brows pinch together in confusion. “What are you talking about, Doofus?” 

“Billy did apologize to me,” he answers. “He came over the other night while you were working. He seemed really genuine about it. He looked pretty upset. We talked for awhile. Things are okay between me and Billy now.”

You stare at Roy in utter disbelief. Your heart stops beating inside your chest. You can hardly breathe. You don’t believe him. You can’t. Billy doesn’t apologize to people other than you. Billy apologizing to Roy seemed impossible. Billy’s pride and stubbornness would get in the way of a sincere and genuine apology. 

“I said sorry too,” Roy continues. “He was telling the truth about the girls at the party. Christine said she saw the whole thing. Besides, she was sober. He did push those girls away.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. Your head starts to spin. You don’t know what to say. 

You take a careful breath inward and glance at your brother. He smiles at you and you sit up carefully. “Did he….” you trail off in a whisper, “did he say anything else?”

Roy grins. Your soft eagerness to know what else Billy had to say makes him smile. Roy nods his head in affirmation. “He did,” he answers. “He said that he loves you and that he hopes you can forgive him one day.”

You nod your head slowly and Roy laughs softly before shoving your knee one last time before standing up from where he sat on your bed. He leaves your room and gently shuts the door behind him. 

You lay in bed, music now off and the book beside you long forgotten. You stare up at the ceiling. Shock runs through your body. Billy apologized. He apologized without telling you. You can hardly believe it, but you do. There’s no reason for Roy to lie to you. 

You climb out of bed, not bothering to change out of the running shorts or old t-shirt your wearing. You comb through your hair before pulling it out of your face. You grab your house key and a ten dollar bill from your purse before walking out of your bedroom and heading downstairs. Toeing on your shoes, you open the front door and step outside. The mid May weather hits your skin just right as you shut and locked the door behind you. 

You stop in your tracks when your eyes meet Billy’s. 

He sends you a soft, nervous smile. Billy anxiously runs a hand through his hair as he leans against his car in your drive through. He’s holding a bouquet of white tulips in his hands. 

“Hey,” Billy’s voice is soft and timid. It’s the same tone of voice he uses when he knows he’s fucked up with you. It’s the tone of voice he uses when he’s almost in tears. 

You swallow hard. “Hi,” you greet him gently, walking down the porch steps. Your heart starts to race with every step you take closer to him. 

Silence falls between the two of you and you scratch at your arm nervously. 

“I’m walking over to Benny’s if you want to come,” you mutter quietly, staring at your shoes. You glance at Billy and he nods eagerly at you. 

“Yeah, sure,” he replies, pushing off his car and joins you on the sidewalk. You walk quietly side by side as you head to the diner. You glance over at him and bite the inside of your cheek. 

When you arrive at the diner, Billy opens the door for you and you thank him quietly. The bell above the door dings as you step inside. The two of you walk towards a corner booth, away from your normal table. You sit across from him and reach for a menu. You stare down at the table. 

“How have you been?” Billy asks you quietly. 

Your eyes meet his and you swallow hard. You shrug. “Fine, I guess. I’ve been working a lot,” you mutter. You glance down at the menu again. Another awkward silence falls between the two of you.  

A waitress comes by and takes your order. You move your menu to the side and glance out the window. When the waitress comes back with your drinks you stare at Billy. 

“I meant what I said,” you tell him, fighting back tears. “You scared me, Billy. When I saw Roy’s face that night, it scared the living daylights out of me.”

Billy nods his head. “I know. I know it did and I hate myself for it. I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

Tears glisten in Billy’s eyes as he stares at you. You sniff quietly and wipe your nose with the back of your hand before setting it on the table. Billy reaches for your hand and his heart jumps inside his chest when you don’t pull away. He squeezes your hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently. 

“I don’t know what to say, Billy. I don’t know how I can move past this. You don’t trust me,” you tell him, reaching for your drink and taking a long sip. 

“I do trust you,” Billy replies, squeezing your hand. He holds onto your hand like his life depends on it. He blinks back tears and wipes at his face. You’ve never seen Billy this open and vulnerable in such a public place before. The fear of anyone finding out that his tough guy personality is all just for show forces Billy to only be his true self behind closed doors with you. It shocks you. Hope blossoms inside your chest. Maybe this is a sign. 

“I do trust you,” Billy repeats, a tear slides down his face. “I’m scared that you don’t trust me.”

You stare at him. Shock is written across your face. Your heart stops. You don’t know what to think, what to say, what to do. You can hardly breathe. A tear falls down your cheek. 

You stumble out of the booth and nearly run out the door. Blood pumps through your ears and you’re numb. You can hardly hear Billy shouting your name. You just start running home. You can’t breathe. Your chest aches with each inhale. Your lungs burn. 

“Y/n, baby, wait!” Billy shouts, running after you. His hand finds yours and he pulls you back. You spin around and stumble into his chest. You brace yourself against his chest. 

“I can’t believe you don’t think I trust you!” you shout out of breath, gasping for air as you stand in your driveway. You shove him and he finds his balance against his precious car. Tears coat your cheeks. “I know you, Billy. I know you would never cheat on me. I know because you love me. I know because despite all the shit you’ve been through and who you pretend to be, you like who you are when you’re with me.”

You grab his stupid jacket and shake hit shoulders. Your eyes meet his and another tear falls down your face. “I love you, Pea Brain. I know who you are. I trust you. I trust you with every part of me.”

Billy laughs in disbelief and wipes at his eyes. Tears coat his warm, red cheeks as he cries. “I don’t want to lose you again. I don’t want to lose you to my temper. I never want to scare you like that again. Please forgive me,” he whispers to you. Billy’s voice is soft and gentle, desperate for your answer. 

You stare at him with tears of your own on your face. You’re breathing heavy and your head spins. You take a small steps towards him. It makes Billy’s heart race as he watches you carefully. 

“Please,” you whimper, staring into his glossy blue eyes, “please work on your temper. Promise me you will.”

Billy nods his head. He reaches for your hands and kisses them firmly. “I will, baby. I promise. I promise to work on my temper,” he tells you, sniffing quietly as the last of his tears dampen his cheeks. 

A deafening silence falls between the two of you and you turn your head away from him. Your heart races and you let out a careful breath. Your eyes meet his. 

“I’m sorry, baby. Please forgive me.”

Another tear fall down your face and you nod your head. You walk straight into his arms and hold on to him as tightly as you can. Billy’s arms wrap around your torso as he hugs you. A cry of relief escapes Billy’s mouth as he holds you. 

His fingers card through your hair and you squeeze his t-shirt. You pull away from the crock of his neck and rest a hand against his cheek. He leans into your touch and you rest your forehead against his. 

“I forgive you,” you tell him, brushing a few of his blond curls out of his face. You hold his face gently and brush a tear off his cheek. 

Billy’s nose brushes against yours and presses his mouth against yours. The kiss is soft and gentle and he cradles your neck. You tug on his hair and relish in the feeling of his mouth on yours. He pulls away and kisses your forehead. 

“I love you,” he whispers. 

You smile gently at him and kiss his cheek. “I love you, too,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Billy grins and kisses you sweetly. 

“Do you want to come inside?”

Billy laughs, pushing your hair behind your ear. He smirks and presses kisses across your face. “Isn’t Roy home?”

You raise a brow at him. “And that matters you you because….” you trail off with a growing smirk. 

Billy shrugs, kissing you warmly. You smile against his mouth. “It doesn't. I just don’t want him to hear his sister having too much fun in her bedroom,” he teased. “He doesn’t need to know what your moans sound like. They’re for my ears only.”

You gasp at him and shove him gently. Heat spreads across your face and Billy steals another kiss. His taste and touch linger on your skin. 

“What makes you think that I’ll be having any fun?” you ask playfully, biting the inside of your cheek. 

Billy grins. His smile meets his eyes. It makes your heart jump inside you chest. He squishes your cheeks together. “Just a hunch,” he answers, kissing your pouty lips. 

“Oh, really?” you hum. 

He nods. “Mhm. That and it’s been two and a half weeks since I’ve touched you.”

You laugh, shaking your head and lacing your fingers with his. You kiss the back of his hand. Your Billy is back in your arms and you couldn’t be happier. 

“Okay, Mister. That’s enough outta you.”

Billy laughs and you steal one last kiss before tugging him up the porch steps inside your house and into your bedroom. 

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[loove-persevering]

Badass (Steve Harrington Imagine)

Description: Could you do a Steve Harrington x reader were the reader is Dustin's sister and she’s the one that beats up Billy not Steve, but Steve is like head over heels for her now and Dustin can see that so he gives Steve the talk about what would happen if he was to hurt his sister

A/N: I changed a few things up from this scene to make it more believable, because I don’t think Steve would just stand by and let a girl take on Billy so I hope that’s okay!

 You felt the chills run up your spine as you heard the rev of the engine pulling into the Byers house, Max look terrified because she knew it was Billy coming to look for her. You had met Billy on a few occasions but none of them were pleasant ones, he seemed to have this blinding rage about him all the time and that was the thing that made him dangerous. 

 ‘’Stay here,’’ Steve motions to all of you. You all nod and hide behind what you could not wanting Billy to even get a glimpse of Max. 

‘’Dustin get away from the window!’’ You yell to your brother. He shushes you and just buries himself in the couch below the line of sight in the window. You quickly get quiet hearing Billy’s menacing voice taunt Steve through the door, you tried to listen to what was being said but then you saw Max and Dustin and Lucas all looking out the window. ‘’Get down!’’ You yell at them. 

They quickly sink down into the couch and you can hear Max mutter something under her breath, ‘’Shit,’’ She says. You roll your eyes and move over shoving the curtain out of the way to see Billy push Steve down to the ground serving him a hard kick to his ribs. You wince watching that Billy was now making his way to the door, you look over noticing all the kids had made there way back away from the door. 

 ‘’Well, Well, Well,’’ Billy says as he slams the door open hitting the wall and the house practically echoes. He then slams the door shut and locks it blocking Steve’s way back in. You watch as he walks up to Lucas and begins to threaten him, you quickly make your way over to him and put yourself in front of Lucas.

 ‘’Billy Leave,’’ You tell him. 

‘‘Who are you to tell me to leave?’‘ He asks letting out a merciful laugh. 

You couldn’t really find the words to explain it because you honestly weren’t anyone, ‘’She’s my sister you shit head!’’ You hear Dustin scream and your head snaps to him, you were scared his attention was now going to be on Dustin. You take your hand and put it on Billy’s chest trying to push him away from you and Lucas. 

‘‘You’re a pretty little thing,’‘ Billy says looking down at his chest giving you a sly smile. You scrunch your face up in disgust, ‘‘Come on,’‘ He says reaching up trying to touch your face, you squirm away from him moving your head and he sighs laughing. You then hear a pounding at the door and realize Steve was there, before you even know what was happening you had been pushed to the side and Lucas was pressed up against a cabinet practically being chocked by Billy. You could hear everyone yelling from behind you and you stood there in shock not really knowing what to do, you quickly move over to where Billy had Lucas and take a plate from nearby throwing it against the wall next to them and you watch it shatter but it distracts Billy enough for Lucas to break out of his grasp. 

 Lucas brings his knee up hitting Billy where the sun doesn’t shine, ‘’You’re dead, you are so dead Sinclair!’’ Billy yells moving toward Lucas again. You quickly take the nearest thing next to you and throw it at him again, it was a roll of tape. He turns around letting out a merciful laugh, ‘’You got some fire in you don’t you,’’ Billy says turning around now walking toward you. 

 He stands face to face with you only a few inches away and he licks his lips looking you over. You quickly take your hand up and slap him and his head whips to the side, your hand actually hurt from how hard you hit him. ‘’Yes kick his ass Y/N!’’ You hear Dustin yell out, ‘’That’s my sister! That’s my sister!’’ You hear him chanting along with everyone else. 

 You take your hand again ready to strike him this time with a fist but he catches your arm, ‘’Little too much fire if you ask him,’’ He says pulling your body closer to his. You struggle out of his grasp and take your other hand and begin hitting him but he drags you into the living room, you spot Steve in the window and he looked scared for you. Billy shoves you on the ground and he looked like he was ready to kick you but a rock came flying through the window shattering the glass and a few shards hit you some leaving little cut marks. You look up and see Steve jump through the window making his way over to Billy giving him a few good hits, Billy then hits Steve probably the hardest you’ve ever seen anyone get hit before and it knocks Steve to the ground. Billy gets on top of Steve hitting him hard over and over and Steve starts looking bad with blood running all down his face. 

You walk over to Billy pulling on his shirt trying to get him off Steve but are unsuccessful you look around trying to find an object to help you, you quickly spot the needle and make your way over grabbing it off the table and walking back jabbing him in the neck while he was completely unaware. You turn around and look at Max who looks just as shocked as you and then you look to Dustin whose mouth was hanging wide open. You turn around when you notice their eyes looking at what ever was behind you and when you turn around Billy was standing up looking at you and you jumped back in shock, he removes the needle that was bulging out of his neck. ‘’What the?’’ He says before falling to the ground, he laid on his back and watched up at the ceiling. 

 You look around and see Steve’s bat sitting up against the wall you quickly grab it and walk over standing right in front of Billy his legs spread out. ‘’You leave now,’’ You tell him sternly and he lets out a chuckle and you can see some blood come out of his mouth, You bring the bat above your head slamming it into the ground right in between his legs and he lifts his head looking up to see where the bat landed and his eyes widen when he realizes how close you actually were. ‘’You won’t bother any of us again,’’ You tell him and he nods letting his head fall back. You look over to where Steve was lying on the ground and he didn’t look good but he was staring right at you a look of confusion and admiration written across his face. 

 _______

A few days later after the events of everything you and Dustin were sitting around the house relaxing something you both really needed, you watched as he sat in front of the TV completely zoned out. You hear a knock at your door and you groan getting up from the couch walking over and answering it, ‘’Harrington?’’ You ask seeing Steve standing at your door hands shoved in his jeans as he looked up at you, you could see the bruises that covered his face from his fight with Billy. 

‘‘Henderson,’‘ He says back to you. 

‘‘Dustin’s in the living room,’‘ You say widening the door and gesturing behind you, you watch him move on his tip toes looking behind you but then he looks back to you. 

‘‘I actually came here to see you,’‘ He says and your eyes widen a little in shock. ‘‘Just wanted to come say thanks,’‘ He pauses. ‘‘For stopping Billy.’‘ He clarifies. 

 You nod your head giving him a small smile, ‘’Don’t worry about it,’’ You say shrugging your shoulders. ‘’We gotta teach you how to fight,’’ You say trying to lighten the mood and Steve smiles slightly. 

‘‘Not everyone can be a total badass like you Henderson,’‘ He says complimenting you, you give him another smile and then you both just stand there with the awkward silence. You take a deep breath about to break the silence but Steve beats you to it, ‘‘Would you wanna go out sometime?’‘ He asks you. Once again you were shocked this time by his words and you take a big gulp but nod your head yes, ‘‘Really?’‘ He asks. 

‘‘I mean yeah,’‘ You say sounding as awkward as you felt. You had always had a slight crush on Steve but you didn’t know if he ever saw you like that, obviously he did now. ‘‘Are you asking me out because I’m a badass now?’‘ You say trying to tease him a little. 

‘‘Oh yeah,’‘ He says letting out a laugh. ‘‘How about Friday at seven?’‘ He asks. You were about to answer but you see your curly headed brother make his way next to you. 

‘‘What’s Friday at seven?’‘ Dustin asks looking from you to Steve, ‘‘Harrington!’‘ He greets him happily. 

‘‘Uh,’‘ You say nervously looking to Steve who looked a little nervous as well. 

‘‘What’s Friday?’‘ Dustin asks again looking from you to Steve. 

‘‘We’re just gonna hangout,’‘ Steve answers swiftly. 

‘’You,’‘ He pauses, ‘‘And my sister are going to hangout?’‘ Dustin asks and Steve nods confirming it to him. ‘‘Without me?’‘ He asks. 

‘‘That’s the plan,’‘ Steve says letting out a nervous laugh and he takes his hands out of his pockets running his hand through his hair. 

‘‘Y/N, give us a minute would ya?’‘ Dustin asks not letting his stare move away from Steve. ‘’Just a minute okay?’’ He asks looking at you and you watch Steve give you a shrug of his shoulders, what could Dustin possibly say? You nod your head walking away from the door but close enough to listen to what Dustin was saying to Steve. ‘’So you want my sister huh?’’ Dustin asks and you felt yourself blush. 

‘‘I want to take her out yeah,’‘ Steve confirms. 

‘‘You really want to date a girl who could beat your ass?’‘ Dustin asks and you have to hold back a laugh. ‘‘Well let me just tell you ass kicking runs in the family and if you hurt her you deal with me,’‘ Dustin says trying to sound threatening. 

‘‘With you huh?’‘ Steve asks laughing. 

‘‘No laughing I’m serious,’‘ Dustin says. ‘‘I will beat you ass, I know were friends but she’s my sister,’‘ He says. You decide to stop listening but smile not only because how sweet Steve was but how protective Dustin was of you despite the age difference. 

When Dustin comes back inside you quickly run to the door and see Steve walking toward his car, you run over to him, ‘’Steve!’’ You call out to him and he turns around and you see a smile form on his face. You run over to him putting your hand gently on his arm and lean up giving him a kiss on his cheek, ‘’I’ll see you Friday?’’ You say. 

‘‘Friday,’‘ He says giving you a wide smile.

You turn back around walking toward the front door and Dustin swings it open, ‘’What did you just do?’’ He asks and you give him a smile, ‘’Do I need to talk with him again?’’ He asks his face serious. 

You let out a laugh, ‘’No I’m sure whatever you said has him scared shitless,’’ You say laughing. 

‘‘Damn right,’‘ He says looking to you and you both laugh. 

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[moonlit-imagines]

Family Drama

Steve Harrington x Hargrove!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “A CONCEPT: Steve Harrington falling for a Hargrove! Reader who not only stands up to Billy, but openly stands up to him - like even in public and shit. 10/10 Children's Advocate, would die for the party (probably almost has)”

You climbed out of the passenger’s seat of your brother’s car. Why’d it have to be his car? Spoiled brat. It’s not like you got a car after you fucked up a million times. But it was no biggie. You slammed the door shut after letting your step-sister out of the back seat.

“Hey! Watch it!” Billy yelled out the open window. You turned your back to him and shot him the bird while you walked to the school. Meanwhile, Steve Harrington was watching from afar, admiring the guts you had to publicly argue with your brother. Max was walking beside you, you pat her shoulder and wished her a good day at school. She dropped her board and skated towards her school. Billy stormed over to you and yelled at you in front of everyone in the student parking lot.

“Go fuck yourself, ‘William.’” You walked away with all eyes on you while Billy shouted about how you shouldn’t have called him that. You found your locker and swung it open to shove your things inside and grab your History book. You slammed the locker door and went to your first period.

The bell rang on your trip there and the hallways overflowed with students making their way to class. You sat in the back of the classroom, as per usual, and leaned back, acting as relaxed as ever. The Harrington boy sat next to you and looked over at you, but pretended like he wasn’t when you caught him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You remarked.

“Huh?” Steve asked.

“You heard me.” You chuckled. “What’s up?” Steve took a moment to form a sentence.

“What was the deal with you and Billy this morning?” Steve questioned. You rolled your eyes.

“What’s it to you?” You tapped your pen on your desk and cocked an eyebrow.

“I mean—I don’t know. Anything I can help you with?” Steve said.

“Boy, you ask a lot of questions.” You chuckled and sat up. “I’m fine. I’ve handled him for the past seventeen years, I can handle him now.”

“Right, right.” He mumbled. “Well, you’ve only been here a few days, just wanna make sure you’re getting acclimated to Hawkins.”

“Everything’s fine, Harrington. But I’d quit talking now. If anyone sees you talking to me, they’ll take it back to Billy. Then Billy will take it up with you. Then I’ll have to take it up with Billy and I don’t want to beat his ass for some stupid shit.” You leaned back in your chair once more and pulled your hood over your eyes. “Goodnight.”

—————

You and Max sat in your corresponding beds in your shared room. Billy’s music blared through the house, so you turned your own music up to drown it out. Max was wrapping duct tape around her board, and you were adjusting the trucks on your own.

“What’s that gonna do for it?” You asked her.

“The wood is cracking.” She told you.

“That’s not gonna help anything, you need a new deck.” You said as you turned the kingpin around on your trucks.

“This’ll do for now.” She sighed.

“Suit yourself.” You shrugged. There was a knock at the front door, but you ignored it. You heard it again, so Billy shouted for one of you to get it. “Can you grab the door, Max. I’m almost done with this.” She threw the tape and board down and stomped to the front door. Then you heard it slam. She ran back into to room and shut your door. “What?” You set your board down.

“It’s Lucas.” She ran to the window and opened it. You walked over and saw the boy waiting outside. “I gotta go.”

“No way, your mom and my dad will kill us.” You told her.

“Come with me?” Max suggested. You stared at her for a moment, and then Lucas.

“Alright,” you picked your board up, “you’re lucky I fixed this thing today.” You climbed out the window and Max followed. “Alright, where to?”

Lucas brought you to a junkyard where you met two others. Dustin, one of Lucas’s friends, and Steve Harrington. They had to fill you in on the situation, which you called bullshit on, but you decided to help since you were curious.

The sun set and the kids were doing their thing on the roof of the bus. You walked back and forth inside, peaking out the window from time to time to look through the abundance of fog covering the junkyard.

“Are you sure you’re not just crazy?” You asked Steve. He leaned his bat on the wall on the bus and leaned forward.

“No.” He replied, which earned a small chuckle from you. “What do you know, you can laugh.”

“Shove it, Harrington.” You sat down beside him and hugged one of your knees, the other leg stretched out. “Are you sure that there’s some kind of monster out there? Are you sure it’s not a bear?”

“‘You ask a lot of questions.’” He mocked and you shoved his shoulder lightly.

“Guys, ten o’clock! To the left.” Lucas called. You and Steve looked out the window to see shadow’s all around.

“Get back inside, kids.” You instructed and helped them down. The bus door opened and Steve exited with the bat. “Is he fucking crazy?!” The four of you watched as he whistled for the monsters to come out of the shadows. “Get behind me.” You told the kids. They complied, but you still stuck an arm out the block them a bit. Force of habit. “Steve!” You whisper-yelled. “Get back in here!”

“I know what I’m doing! Just keep the door open for me.” He waved you away and called for the monsters again. He succeeded and they came out after him. Steve charged back for the bus door and you slammed it shut after he fell inside. He panted and dropped his baseball bat. Lucas took over door duty and you were busy trying to make up a logical excuse for what those things were.

Your sister screamed.

You grabbed the bat and darted over to the ladder to see one of the faceless monsters looking right at her. Without hesitation, you swung the bat at its head. Again and again. Max ran to the opposite side of the bus, Steve jumped up and ran over to you.

“What. The hell.” You whispered.

“We gotta get out of here.” Steve grabbed your shoulder.

“There’s too many of them.” Dustin told the group.

“Then what do we do?” Max asked. After she said that, all of the monsters retreated in the same way.

“Well, that was convenient.” Lucas watched them disappear into the shadows.

“Think it’s safe?” You asked.

—————

You found yourself at Jonathan’s house, trying to figure out your role in this crazy plan.

“You and Jonathan, huh?” Steve asked Nancy as he sorted through some old junk.

“It’s not like—” Nancy was cut off.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I just want you to be happy.” He told her. “Besides, turns out I make a pretty damn good babysitter.” Steve smiled.

“So, you and y/n?” Nancy asked.

“Y/N’s pretty good with kids, too.” Steve told her. “And good at winning fights against Billy, from what I’ve gathered.” He watched you through the back door window, plotting a way to get rid of all those disgusting monsters. They finally decided who was going where with who and who was doing what where. You and Steve got stuck with the majority of the kids. You got the safest job there could be.

Until you heard that beautiful engine revving.

“Oh no.” You mumbled.

“I’ll take care of it.” Steve walked right out the front door. The two boys talked for a moment, then started throwing punches.

“Oh, god.” You ran outside. “Billy! Cut it the hell out!” Billy wouldn’t listen. He brought it inside and trashed the place. Knocked Steve straight on his ass. You couldn’t sit and watch. You jumped right in and took Steve’s place. At least you stood a chance. Once you brought it back to the living room, you landed a few punches to his face, and in turn, he got a few blows into your stomach. But your sister came to the rescue, a syringe to his neck. You watched Billy fall to the floor.

“Don’t you ever mess with me or my friends again.” She threatened. You crawled onto the floor and watched her swing the bat down. You laughed and fell onto Steve’s stomach, then everything faded to black.

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[papipopsicle]

RENEGADE PART TWO

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Henderson!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: In which the best friend of his enemy turns out to be the only person who can break the heart of Hawkins new resident bad-boy.

Warnings: swearing

Song: Paradise City by Guns N Roses

a/n: It's been sooooo long but yayy I hope you all enjoy this!!!

Words: 3K

PART ONE

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The following day had been her second encounter with the mysterious boy, although this one was planned to the T by Y/N. But before her fun could begin, she had to pick up two teenagers from the arcade.

"...so we went to check Dig Dug, and guess whose now number one?!" Dustin's strident voice ricocheted around the car and Y/N chuckled at her brother's annoyance. Not even Lucas could beat him on Dig Dug.

"Hmm," She pretended to think for a moment, turning into Maple Street from one empty road to another, "Madmax?"

Mike scoffed from the backseat and turned to look out the window as his friend started ranting again, "Yes! By ten thousand points, how does that even happen? Want to know the worst part?"

"Sure." Y/N hummed, pulling into the Wheeler's driveway and lifting the child lock so Mike could get out. She turned in her seat enough to send the boy a kind smile, "See you tomorrow, Mikey."

The young boy said goodbye to the siblings and they watched him enter the house before finally pulling off the driveway and heading home. Dustin perked up again and grumbled, remembering the events from the arcade, "So we asked Keith if he knew who Madmax was, and he wanted a date with you or Nancy in return for spilling."

Y/N gagged at the thought, not because of Keith's looks, but because she'd caught him staring at her ass and breasts on multiple occasions, "That's fucking gross."

"I know, who in their right mind would want to date you."

Billy's day had gone by in a flash. Getting up late, being shouted at by his dad, taking Max to the arcade, driving in circles, taking Max home, being shouted at by his dad, lifting weights, and getting ready for his 'date' with the perplexing girl he met last night.

She was a hurricane, an earthquake to every thought he'd had about Hawkins since he arrived all those forty eight hours ago. Although it was no match for his in his own mind, her car was still pretty bitching. But that made him feel conflicted; surely a girl as confident as this one who wore outlandish outfits in fall would have been quite high up on the food chain at school. It didn't usually matter to him, if anything laying a popular girl was a sure way to get in with the in-crowd.

But, hey, she was the one to invite him out on a date, surely she wanted it.

So, the Hargrove boy dressed in his favourite pair of dark-wash jeans, a burgundy button up with the majority of the buttons left undone, and of course his black leather jacket. He spent a little too long perfecting his hair and spraying copious amounts of aftershave absolutely everywhere.

After checking himself out and being positive he looked his best, Billy sat back on his bed with a loud squeak escaping a few springs. He closed his eyes for a moment, fully relaxing for the first time since his twisted family ambushed the small town of Hawkins. It'd been less than two days since they'd moved here and he hated nearly every single thing about it already. It was eight PM exactly, now Billy didn't want to be on time for his date, but he didn't want to get there for her to have already gone either. It was his rule, leave the house at the time you're supposed to get there for.

The boy took one last look in his smudged mirror, adjusting his collar and hair a couple of times before finally trudging out of his room.

"I'm going out." He yelled halfheartedly, jingling his keys while he waited for a response. But when none came, he huffed gruffly and left without anymore said. Times like these were blessings to have a family who didn't give a shit.

It took him another ten minutes of randomly driving about to find 'The Hawk', which appeared to be a brand new movie theatre. The car park was near empty on this cool evening, a few scattered cars here and there, but his attention immediately darting to the ruby Mustang in the spot closest to the entrance, a dim street lamp casting its shadow in the space next to it. He parked perfectly in that space, checking his hair one last time before leaving the safety the vehicle brought him to enter the unknown building.

The brunette clearly noticed him before he had the chance, breathtaking smile switching to a smirk as she spoke up with a glint in her eye, "I was starting to think you wouldn't turn up."

He stood dumbfounded for a moment, zoning in on her figure behind the counter from across the room. It wasn't the sight he expected to see; maybe her head stuck in a magazine while she waited, but not serving popcorn to a couple about to see The Terminator. Flames heated his cheeks in that moment and his broad chest pounded, wondering whether he'd misread her signals all along.

Clearly Y/N noticed this dismay as she let out an obnoxiously loud chuckle in the now empty foyer area, "Don't give me that look." The girl shook her head and he began approaching the desk rather warily, "Chin up, pretty boy, I get off in twenty minutes. Unless, you want to fix the soda machine for me?"

"Pretty boy?" Billy scoffed at the nickname, not knowing whether to be offended or flattered. Leaning against the counter, he raised an eyebrow at her which she chose to ignore.

The boy admired her attire, a black pencil skirt and a navy short sleeved blouse with a silver name badge stating 'Y/N'. He noticed a couple buttons were undone, not revealing too much skin but allowing her neck some air. Her y/h/c locks were pulled into a neat pony tail, only a few escaped strands framing her face. A number of studs and rings were now proudly glinting on her ears that he hadn't noticed the night before, but her face was bare, maybe a little mascara.

"You're nice to look at, and you're male, what's tripping you up?" She pouted before quickly smiling and winking as she began wiping down the counter, "Want anything? It's on the house."

"Wouldn't you get fired for that?" He didn't really know why he questioned the idea of free food, but for some reason the thought of this sweet girl, who could rival his banter no less, getting in trouble for him made him second guess it.

"The owner grew up with my dad, he loves me." She smiled up at him fondly, eyes fixated on his and not wandering down his chest no matter how much restraint it took. Something changed in Billy's expression at the mere mention of father figures, he wasn't jealous, more confused by his own emotions as this girl clearly had a good relationship with her father. What confused him was knowing that made him a mix of glad and happy, she deserved good parents in his mind. Y/N scooped out a large bucket of popcorn and placed it on the counter between them, "That was the last showing for tonight, Tim's shift starts in half an hour so I've got to empty the till, but by all means eat away."

The boy nodded and remained silent, every so often reaching for a handful of sweet popcorn as his eyes stayed fixed on her actions. She divided the cash and put them in small clear wallets, "I'll be back in a second."

Y/N disappeared but was back just as quickly, now with a black handbag thrown over her shoulder. "Let's bounce." She muttered playfully, a smirk cheekily finding its way to her lips as she held her hand out expectantly. She kept walking towards the large doors, making a grabbing motion with the hand now behind her; she began to lower her hand, but a moment later a warm, larger hand filled the gaps between her fingers.

The eldest Henderson seemed like the typical cold bad girl to her peers, but she craved small actions like holding hands or an arm around her shoulder. Feeling his skin against her own was different. It was rough and calloused, unlike Steve's softer hands, but his movements were slow and tentative. Y/N tilted her head down as he walked by her side, hiding the grin threatening to fill her face.

It only lasted a few seconds, but Billy made his mind up within the very first one. He really didn't want to fuck this girl over.

As the two approached their respective muscle cars, Y/N turned to him expectantly, "Wrong side, big guy, you're riding shotgun."

He knitted his brows together, expression harsh on his handsome features, "What?"

She scoffed and turned to face him fully, rummaging around in her bag until a small metal object found her hand and she pulled out her car keys.

"You could be a serial killer for all I know." Y/N joked playfully but watched as his expression dipped into one of sadness, and her voice softened with sincerity, "Jeez, I'm only messin'. My dad and I were in a car accident when I was little, as soon as I got my lisence I realised I never wanted to be a passenger again. I hated the idea of it happening again and having absolutely no control."

Without another word, the y/h/c girl sent him a small smile and got into the drivers seat. Billy silently followed suit, easily placing too much trust in Y/N without so much as knowing her name. A Queen cassette played lowly in the background and the boy began drumming his fingers against the centre console to the beat.

"Were you two okay? After the crash, I mean." Billy tried his hardest to sound genuinely interested and concerned, not wanting the fierce girl driving next to him to have even one bad thought about him. He couldn't even tell himself why though, not giving a damn what anyone thought about him because they meant nothing to him. All he knew was that he wanted her to like him for who he really was, not who he planned on letting Hawkins see him as.

"Yeah," Y/N muttered and kept her eyes on the street as she pulled down a more secluded road, "yeah we were fine. Broke my arm and had a bit of a concussion from the airbag but nothing in comparison to the other guy."

Was she a bad person for thinking he got what he deserved after finding out the car was stolen and he was under the influence of alcohol?

Y/N must have been in her head a while because the next time she heard the boy's voice, he was muttering out in astonishment 'wow' as she pulled up to the edge of a forest clearing. The y/h/c girl cleared her throat and cut the engine, resting back in her seat for a moment.

"This is my happy place." She confessed, ready to be ridiculed by the handsome stranger for sounding so silly. He didn't though, he watched her gaze skim across the waters edge, eyes glinting with a certain freedom that couldn't be found back home for either of them. Billy took in the small upward curve in her lips, dimples pronouncing at the slightest smile.

It was simple and silent, and made him realise this was completely new. She looked a lot more innocent than yesterday, and Billy became disgusted with himself, wanting to get to know her instead of the usual 'pump and dump'. Who the fuck was he?

Without waiting for his response, Y/N left the car and sat against the base of a large oak tree close to the lake. Footsteps soon followed and the mullet boy sat down beside her. She looked out of place in her work clothes, but still fit perfectly under the tree. She sighed, taking a risk and leaning against the boys lean shoulder. He froze. Billy didn't know how to act, he wasn't getting drunk at a beach party about to go skinny dipping.

Y/N noticed his hesitance, "Put your arm around me." Her honeyed voice felt small at the boarder of the woodlands, and the boy found it difficult not to wrap his arm around her in a heartbeat. So he did, and she scooted closer like this was the easiest thing for her.

It wasn't. Steve had made sure of that for the last few years. He'd scared off half of the basketball team at this point, terrified that they just wanted her because she's his best friend, or even worse, that they actually liked her. Total double standards, Y/N argued after finding out what he'd been doing, but then he brought up Hayden and she ran off. Low blow.

"Is this what you do, then? Work, school, and sitting here contemplating life?" Billy spoke up after a while, finding himself stuck in his head. This girl was nobody to him, just somebody with good taste in music. He wasn't friends with her, he didn't even know her name. But for the same reason, he felt drawn to her. A small red ribbon attached the two when he pulled up to his new house last night, she looked exhausted when she thought he couldn't see, but was all smiles the second he spoke.

He wanted to know what kept her awake at night, the name of her first crush, if she'd ever been in a fist fight. The ribbon was invisible, but he felt it clear as day.

Y/N smiled at his brash voice, seeing his militant tone as a defence mechanism. She was always good at reading people. Waiting for a response, Billy felt her shift against him and found her looking up at the leaves of the tree above, stars speckled about the sky through the gaps, "I'm my little brother's personal taxi, he has more of a life than me, I swear. There's not exactly much to do except contemplate our existence here, if you haven't already noticed. But, hey, at least the house parties are fun."

He gasped, "You hicks know what fun is?" She shoved him playfully at the insult and glared up at him for a few seconds before turning back to the sky.

Y/N elbowed subtly elbowed him to the ribs, smiling in satisfaction as he let out a strained yelp, "Asshole, you may have beaches and sun and athleticism back in California, but you haven't lived unless you've been to one of Tina's house parties. Her parents split up a few years back and her mom got this awesome house in the divorce, and she just lets Tina ruin it every other weekend."

It was quiet for a while after that. Neither of them counted the time that passed by, each moment just a couple of breaths leaving their lips. Y/N decided to leave out various details, like the monsters and her father, not wanting the boy to understand her just yet.

Her mind was screaming he could be a predator or serial killer for all she knew, but she pushed that unwanted comment aside because right now was far too comfortable to ruin.

"What's your life like, pretty boy?" She asked quietly breaking the silence with ease. Her eyes were shut now, her torso leaning more into his without realising it as the air cooled around them. She knew what Cassidy had told her, but Y/N wanted to know him truly, no biases, not what other people said about him.

Should he lie? Spare the gory details of the last nineteen months?

Billy shrugged passively and turned his glazed over gaze to the lake, away from the girl's serene expression, "Average. Dad's a prick, Susan's his perfect housewife and Max is their perfect child. I don't have a place in that family, and Neil resents me 'cause legally I can't leave until I'm eighteen."

The girl had enough brains to fill in the gaps, and instead of trying to console him with words, she simply hooked her fingers through his and gave them a small squeeze. They could act all tough in front of other people, but when it came down to it, the raw memories that stained and scarred their minds, they were both secretly broken.

Billy coughed and shrugged again, "We should probably get home soon, wouldn't want your dad getting mad." He chuckled humourlessly, hoping to lift some of the tension in the air.

Y/N nodded desolately, masking the sadness in her eyes with a look of pure happiness, enough to fool Little Miss Sunshine herself. She twisted under Billy's heavy arm and faced him with the expression. He knew what came next, watching her eyes closely burn a trail up and down from his own to his lips.

The two began leaning in, like someone was pulling the ribbon tighter between them. But Y/N turned her head at the last second and instead wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, "I'm sorry if tonight wasn't what you were expe-"

Billy chuckled lightly cutting her off, his own arms having a mind of their own as they wrapped protectively around her back, "It was great, Peach, I'm not really a dinner date kinda person, you know?"

The girl pulled back enough to fully look at him with her smile, the one that made Billy want to kiss her right then and there. He didn't though, because her small giggle stopped his thoughts like a red light, "Me neither."

PART THREE

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Distance - Part Six

Steve Harrington x Henderson Reader

Summary - Returning from college for winter break, Y/N is faced with the stinging pain left from her break-up with Steve Harrington.

Word Count -2,638

Warnings - mild swearing, fluff, angst, flashback

A/N - Part Six is here, and I have a feeling you guys will really like this one. I think it might be the longest part so far, so yay for that! There will definitely be one more part, but I’m not sure if there will be anymore after that. Please let me know what you think, because one of the best things about sharing my writing is hearing how you guys react to it. Enjoy :) 

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You sat next to Steve in Hopper’s office, a heavy silence filling the air. Steve had just beaten the shit out of Billy. You winced at the memories of flying blood and painful groans, goosebumps running down your arms.

“What’s the matter?” Steve said gently, placing his swollen, bruised hand on yours. Your concerned eyes met his as he squeezed gently, urging you to answer. You were about to speak up when the door flew open, both you and Steve jumping in your seats. You both stared at Hopper as he pushed himself down into his chair, taking his hat off and rubbing his eyes from stress.

He took a deep breath, then spoke, “Steve,” he folded his arms over his chest, leaning back in his seat, “why don’t you tell me why Billy Hargrove is passed out in the waiting room handcuffed to the chair before I put you back in handcuffs.” Steve rubbed his previously bound wrists, and sat up straight.

“Thanks for that, by the way.” He said, referring to Hopper requesting Steve be taken out of the cuffs when arriving at the station.

“Don’t thank me yet, kid,” Hopper said, waiting for an explanation.

Steve sighed, “Listen, Billy… He’s been a huge dick to the kids, alright?” Hopper leaned forward at the mentioning of the kids, realizing that Jane is one of them. “Last night, he threatened Max because of her and Lucas. When she fought back he kicked her out of his car, leaving her alone, in the dark, freezing cold. That’s when Y/N found her.” Hopper glanced at you before returning his attention to Steve, letting him continue. “We took Max home, and Billy came out of the house when we pulled up, and there was a small fight. Thanks to you, you thought. It could’ve been worse.

“Then this morning Dustin called me and told me he needed me, saying it was an emergency, that we had to meet at the Wheeler’s house. I got there, and they all wanted to figure out a way to get revenge on Billy, or something.” Hopper shook his head, knowing that would be something the kids would do. He swears, they think they’re invincible. “Jane offered to scare him... with her powers.” Hoppers face dropped.

“What?” He raised his voice, feeling the urge to rush to the Wheeler’s and make sure El was okay.

“No- no! She didn’t, we didn’t let her.” Hopper took a sigh of relief. “We told them we would handle it.”

“So, you handled it by basing his face in?” Hopper asked, giving Steve a pointed look.

Steve adjusted himself in his seat, “Well, I mean, yeah I guess. I ran into him in Benny’s parking lot and he threw the first punch. I was going to call you actually, thought you’d be better fit to handle it then me, but Billy didn’t give me a choice.”

Hopper took a long sip of his coffee, thinking over the situation. “Listen, kid,” he started, “You should’ve called me sooner, but I don’t blame you,” he set his mug down on his desk. “From what I’ve gathered, he deserved it.”

“He did,” you said finally, breaking your silence. Hopper nodded at you before standing up, placing his hat back on his head.

“I’ll handle Hargrove from here, you guys are free to go.” Hopper held out his hand to Steve, who hesitated for a moment before shaking it firmly. With that, he turned on his feet, walking out of the office to face Billy.

Steve gave you a small smile, relieved that he wouldn’t have to deal with Billy’s harassment anymore. More importantly, that Max wouldn’t. You looked at his face, turning darker by the minute as the blood from his broken vessels started to show, a deep frown settling into your own. “Steve…” you whispered, gently tracing your finger over the cut on his lip. “Your face, it looks terrible.”

“Ouch,” Steve responded. “I mean, I know we aren’t together anymore, but you really think I’m that bad looking?” You shook your head at him, unamused with his jokes.

“I’m being serious,” you said, dropping your hand from his face.

“I know, I know,” He grabbed your hand, gently rubbing his thumb over the back of it. “If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy.” You softly smiled as you rolled your eyes. “There she is,” he said smiling at you once again.

“How are you going to explain this to your parents?” You questioned, ignoring his comment.

“I don’t know,” he said rubbing the back of his neck, “but I won’t have to explain in tonight.” You looked at him in confusion, before he continued, “They went to a conference for a few days.”

You nodded your head, understanding. His dad was always away for work, and his mom usually tagged along to get out of the house.

You pulled your hand away from his and shoved it in your back pocket as you stood up, clearing your throat. “I should go pick up Dustin, it’s getting pretty late.” Steve followed your actions, following you as you began walking out of the office. “Are you gonna be okay, Steve?” You questions, referring to his minor injuries.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” he responded, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ll probably ice my face, don’t want it to get too bad.” He looked over at you charming smile adorning his face, “It’s the only thing I’ve got going for me.”

You shook your head, trying to hide your smile as the two of you stepped out of the police station.

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“So Harrington beat his ass?” Dustin asked as you drove through the familiar streets of Hawkins, George Harrison’s My Sweet Lord humming through the radio. You nodded your head, keeping your eyes focused on the road.

“That’s awesome!” He cheered, earning a small laugh from you.

“He could’ve gotten seriously hurt, and it wasn’t the best way to handle things,” you said, making sure to make this a big sister teachable moment.

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Dustin groaned, “You know that’s cool. Steve kicked Billy’s ass!”

“Yeah, I know Dustin,” you sighed, “I just wish it was handled in a non-violent manner. We should’ve told Hopper as soon as I found Max.” You looked over at Dustin, and he gave you a knowing smile.

“What?” You asked, confused by your brother’s sudden change in attitude.

“You know what.”

“No, Dustin, I don’t,” you let out an annoyed sigh, “I clearly wouldn’t be asking if I knew.”

“It’s obvious why your so upset about this violence.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh yeah? Why is that Dustin”

“It’s because you loooove Steve. You don’t want Steeeeeve to get hurt because you love him,” Dustin said drawing out his words in a mocking tone. Your face turned bright as you tried to muster up an answer, although he wasn’t wrong.

“Yes, Dustin, I care about Steve. I don’t want him to get hurt,” you responded, avoiding eye-contact. You pulled into your driveway, turning it off as soon as you parked.

“You didn’t want him to get hurt, because you love him!” He teased again, pulling on your arm for dramatic effect.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, getting out of the car and rushing into the house to avoid any more awkward confrontation.

You fell on your bed as soon as you reached your room, heart racing from Dustin’s words. You did love Steve. You hadn’t stopped since the first time you admitted it to him.

Steve ran his hands soothingly along your back as the rain hit the large glass windows in his living-room. You two had plans to go to a party tonight, but his parents were away for the weekend and both of you agreed that some time alone was better than dealing with drunk, sweaty people that neither of you cared much for anyways. You had convinced him to watch Sixteen Candles, despite his protests. He had said it was to make you happy, but you really knew he was a sucker for chick-flicks on the inside.

You tried to remain focused on Molly Ringwald, but Steve’s hand was distracting. “Steve, you’re distracting me,” you admitted, causing his hand to stop in the middle of your back.

“Oh, am I?” He said, continuing his motions. You closed your eyes at the feeling, managing a hum in response. “Sorry,” he said, an idea forming in his head. “Maybe this will be a little less distracting.” You jumped as he tickled your sides, holding you in place as you tried to move away.

“St-Steve,” you breathed out in between tickles. “St- STOP!” You shouted, squirming under his touch. He pulled you onto his lap, laughing along with you as he continued his assault. You continued to protest, but nothing was working, so, you stopped him in the only way you knew would. His hands froze against your skin as you pushed your lips onto his. He immediately kissed back, figuring that it was a definitively better option than a tickle fight. He gripped your waist as you pushed your hands through his long brown hair, pulling lightly. You let this continue for a second, before pulling away breathless. He looked at you, brown eyes soft, a small smile pulling at his lips.

This was it, you thought. If you didn’t say it now, the courage you were suddenly feeling might go away and never come back. “Steve…” You breathed out, letting his hand run over your cheek. He hummed in response, brushing his thumb over your lips. “I think that- I mean I know that…”

“What?” He urged, curious by your sudden nervousness.

You took a deep breath, “I love you, Steve.”

Steve’s hand stopped on your face, shock settling into his features. Butterflies danced around his stomach in reaction to your words. He had been wanting to say what you just had, but he was scared. Nancy hadn’t loved him, and he feared being rejected by you if he had said it first like he did with her. But all of his worries seemed to fly out the window as soon as the words left your mouth. You loved him.

Why was he taking so long to respond? You felt like time stopped as soon as the words left your mouth, yet your heart continued racing. You were starting to assume the worst, until Steve finally broke the silence.

“I love you too, Y/N.”  You took a breath, relief filling your lungs. “God, I love you so much it scares me.” You didn’t know what to say, so you did something better. You kissed him, hard. The movie continued playing, but it seemed a foreign language to you as Steve suddenly became the only thing in the world that made sense at the moment.

You wiped the salty tears from your cheeks, sucking in a breath of air. How could Steve do this to you? How could he leave you, ripping apart your heart, his explanation being that it was what was best for you? How the hell did he know what was best for you? How could this be what was best? Lonely nights, crying in bed, knowing the only person who could comfort you was the one causing your pain. Sitting in the corner at college parties, ignoring all the boys who hit on you because they weren’t Steve. Heart feeling heavy every time something reminded you of him, and almost everything reminded you of him. This wasn’t okay. How could Steve make you think that that this was okay, that this was what was best?

Being led by your sudden anger, you stood up, grabbing your keys from your bed and rushing downstairs. You quickly slipped on your shoes, the sudden commotion causing Dustin to look up from his seat on the couch. “Where the hell are you going?” he questioned, “We just got home, Y/N.” You ignored him, nearly tripping over your feet as you pushed yourself out the door and into the car.

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Knock, knock, knock.

Your foot bounced as you waited for Steve to answer the door, thinking over what you were going to say. Your head snapped up as the door opened, Steve standing there, holding a bag of peas to his head. “Hey, what are y-” You pushed past Steve, cutting him off mid-sentence. He stood in the doorway for a moment trying to process what was happening, before closing it and turning to face you.

“We can’t be friends, Steve. It doesn’t make sense for us to be friends.” He dropped the bag of peas on the living room table, staring at you in confusion.

“What?” he said, concern evident in his voice.

“You decided to break up, because it was what was best. You decided we should be friends, because it was what was best.” You said, staring Steve straight into his questioning eyes.

“I don’t g-” Steve started before you cut him off.

“No, Steve, let me finish,” you said. Steve recognized your serious tone and stood with a blank stare, waiting for you to continue. “You broke my heart Steve, ripped it right in half,” you said, voice breaking. A tear fell down your cheek, but you ignored it and continued. “Four months. It’s been four months and I still cry every time I think about the damn hole you left in my heart, but it’s what was best for me, right?”

“Y/N,” he started, “I’m sorry that I hurt you, it kills me knowing that I’m the reason for your tears, but you don’t need me anymore.” Your gut twisted at his words, but you let him continue. “You have bigger, better things waiting for you. I’m just going to hold you back.”

“God, you’re such and idiot, Steve!” You said, loud tone causing him to jump a bit. “You don’t know what’s best for me, what I need... only I do. Who gave you the right to make my decisions for me?” A small sob escaped your lips, but you weren’t done. “How can you be so blind to the fact that you are what’s best for me? That you are what I need.” You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. “I love you, Steve, and I’ll be damned if I let you take that away from me.” His heart sped up at your words, hearing those specific three for the first time in what felt like forever. “I don’t care if there’s a thousand miles between us, I don’t care if there’s a million miles, you are so much more than the distance, Steve. What we have, is so much more than any of that bullshit.” Silent tears continued to fall down your face as you waited for him to say something. You grew impatient, deciding that Steve had been making too many choices for you.

Before nerves could stop you, you closed the space between you by pushing your lips against his. He reacted immediately, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer. You held one hand against his face, the other running through his hair, old habits kicking in. God, had you missed this. The emotions became too much as your eyes began to leak tears again. Steve gently stroked your back as he pulled away, his own teary eyes meeting yours. “I love you too, Y/N.” You shoved your face into his chest, pulling him into a tight hug. You cried silently, and he continued to rubbing your back. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” You melted in his arms, finally feeling like you were home again.

“Don’t ever do that to me again, Steve,” you whispered against his chest.

“I won’t.”  

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You always seem to know I have a thing for those.

Couple: Billy Hargrove x reader

Warnings: angst

Requested: yes.

Tags: @liltrashaholic (it won’t let me tag.)

AN: This idea will be running through my head all day, until I write it. Hopefully this isn’t trash, because I love writing Billy.

( Update after writing: this is actually really fucking great.)

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“Why is Billy Hargrove staring at you, Y/N Harrington? You’re not dating him, are you? God, I would—” Your brother had came up to you after third period, and followed you to your locker. He had realized that Billy, every passing period, would stare you down before giving your brother a smirk and walking away.

“Ew, Steve, no. Don’t worry, and don’t threaten me, man. This isn’t Amish times, I can date whoever I want.” Secretly, you’ve been seeing Billy at night. Just doing random things, like going on drives, or just sitting in his car, talking about how Steve had pissed you off, or his dad had pissed him off.

Just as if he knew you were thinking of him, Billy had walked over to the both of you, smiling as he squeezed the back of your neck slightly. Steve, eyes widening—basically—growled at this. Billy raised his hands up in self defence before his eyes glanced at you, winking as he walked off with his hands in his pockets.

“Man, what the—”

“Steve Harrington!”

——

It didn’t change when she had walked up to her locker at the end of school, Billy standing there, twirling a cigarette in his hands.

Without a word, you unlocked the lock, and opened your locker. Placing everything inside, you sighed out, closing it harder than you intended to. Then, you walked away. The sound of footsteps catching up to you, caught your attention. If your brother saw you with Billy, willingly, you were dead.

“So, what are you going to do?” He asked, placing the cigarette in his mouth as they walked out of the school. The cigarettes you had—somehow—managed to make Hopper get for you, begging him to not tell your brother.

“I’m going home.” You spoke softly, walking to your brothers car before placing your backpack on the trunk. “Did you need me for something?” You had become anxious, tapping your foot lightly as you waited on your brother.

“Yeah, actually. Wanted to know if you wanted to go somewhere, later? I'll pay, and you can dress up nice, ya know."

“Like a—like a date?”

“Yeah, like a date.” That smile made you bite your lip and as you opened your mouth to answer, someone else did for you.

“No.” Steve had walked up, unlocking his car and looking at his sister. “Get in the car.” He spoke, taking a glance at Billy before looking at you. You didn’t have much of a choice, so you muttered a quick, “I’m sorry, before getting in the car with your brother.

——

The drive home was quick and quiet, but when you had walked in, you threw your backpack on the floor, and your hands in the air. "What is your deal, Steve?” He turned to look at you, mouth opening before you spoke again, “It’s like, I have to date who you approve of and that’s not cool!”

Throwing his keys on the table, he faced you and ran a hand through his hair. “Billy isn’t a good person, okay? So leave it be.”

“Just because you don’t like someone, doesn’t mean I can’t, dude.”

“You know what, enough. You’re not going on a date with him, ever.” Anger filled his tone as his jaw clenched and his hands became fists. “If you don’t approve, then leave.”

“Fine.” The word came out with no hesitation as she grabbed her coat off the rail and walked out the door.

——

You had reached the playground an hour ago and you sat down. That’s what you’ve been doing the entire time you arrived, and you didn’t know why. The fact you couldn’t date Billy Hargrove didn’t make you mad, but what did, was your brother thinking he could control your love life, whenever he wanted.

When the sound of a car door closing rang in your ears, you didn’t dare look behind you as you were in fear your brother had come to bring you home, when you had just wanted to be away from there.

Instead, someone sat down next to you and the smell of cigarettes filled your nose as you turned to face the figure. There sat Billy, cigarette resting in his mouth and he had his knees up, staring up at the sky.

“Do you, uh, know why I started hanging out with you?” The words were spoken so softly she could barely hear them, but she waited for him to speak. “Because, I thought I could piss your brother off, and it worked. But, here you are, upset at him, because he’s upset at me.” He didn’t look at you, just took another puff and blew it out lowly.

“So, what? This whole friendship is—” you looked at the ground, tongue running over your teeth. “—is just a joke, huh?”

“No.” He spoke suddenly, his head turning to face you as he smiled. “No.” Smiling, Billy had whispered the word his time. “Because somehow, through those stupid drives, the movie theatre, those random ass picnics—you always seem to know I have a thing for those, and even just fucking sitting here, I fell in love with you.”

Breathing out, you chuckled. “I thought you were going to say your dad beat the shit out of you, again.” Reaching for his hand, you intertwined your fingers and squeezed gently.

“Oh, yeah, he definitely did that. My fucking ribs are killing me, right now.”

“Should we go see a doctor?”

“I mean, yeah, probably.” He laughed, wincing as he held his side. You had just smiled before putting your head on his shoulder and sighing contently. “You do, love me too, right?”

“Yes, Billy.”

“Oh, fucking sweet.”

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AN: This, i had to finish this, because it was so easy to write and im so glad this was requested???? im definitely happy to always right Billy or Steve because they’re the easiest. im going to sleep, night, fuckers.

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