Maxis Match CC | 7 Swatches | Base Game Compatible
Hi, everyone! Iâve been in the mood to create something nostalgic lately, so I ended up making this little TubeTV with a DVD player. I hope this piece finds a cozy spot in your Sims homes!
Special Credit: Silent Pines is heavily inspired by and uses a very similar style to the stunning @windbrook savefile by @folkling, the gorgeous portsim savefile by @florwal, and the amazing builds by @moonwoodmillz. Thank you all for your hard work, I take a lot of inspiration from you all.
Silent Pines is a base-game only save file inspired by Life is Strange with 3 major worlds, a whole new set of townies, and a complete mystery to solve.
Version 2 contains;
Willow Creek as Silent Pines
Oasis Springs as Eclipse
Newcrest as Twilight Bay
DOWNLOAD, INFO, AND SCREENSHOTS BELOW
Willow Creek as Silent Pines
13 Community Lots
3 move-in ready homes for your sims
A total of 9 houses, 6 of which are filled with townies
18 households with jobs, story, and drama
A complete mystery to solve (should you want to) + The Mystery Update
Oasis Springs as Eclipse
11 Community Lots
3 move-in ready homes for your sims
13 households with jobs, story, and drama
Newcrest as Twilight Bay
10 Community Lots
2 move-in ready homes for your sims
8 households with jobs, story, and drama
I used S4Studio to rename all the worlds, and I've decorated all the neighbourhoods with T.O.O.L. As I said before, Silent Pines is completely base-game friendly, absolutely no packs or kits are used.
There is some custom CC, mainly posters that add to the story. The CC is one package file and adds nothing other than some customisation to the story. It is not required.
For example the missing poster of Cleo Emerson, a girl who disappeared under mysterious circumstances;
DISCLAIMER: Only Silent Pines (Willow Creek) has the mystery to solve; the other 2 worlds are just for playing in. Also, the 'Harris' household has been notoriously difficult to load into, for which I apologise. If you'd like to explore their house, please bring a sim to visit them <3
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Gallery ID: Cosmoosims - all builds can be found here!
SPECIAL THANKS
A very special thanks to all my beta testers from both V.1 and now V.2, I really am very grateful for your help. You've been amazing!
And thank you to everybody who has waited for Silent Pines V.2 to come out. When I first started this save file, I had far fewer packs and really wanted to make a save made entirely out of base game that is as fun and cozy as possible. I hope that I've achieved that with Silent Pines, and that you all enjoy playing in this world!
Simkhiraâs Small Town Save File đ€
Willow Creek, Newcrest, Magnolia Promenade, San Myshuno, Britechester, and Sulani
Simkhiraâs Small Town Save File is now available (and so much has changed). Most importantly, this version does not require any mods or custom content (with the exception of included garage doors). Being able to open my save file without worrying about anything âbreakingâ has been so freeing. Version 2 also introduces new households, incorporates new lots / lot types, and other gameplay aspects. As many of you know, this save file is inspired by my small hometown in Southeast, USA. I wanted to create a nostalgic world that caters to my favorite gameplay style in The Sims 4: creating legacies. Over the past year, I have been able to transform Willow Creek, Newcrest, and Magnolia Promenade into something that I am really proud of. I hope you all enjoy the households, the lots, the small town lore, and most importantly - all of the love and effort that went into making my forever save file.
There's a local "newspaper" included in the zip file that contains more information about the save file's households, lore, clubs, and calendar. I highly recommend reading, however, I have also included more details (+ the download link) below:
Disclaimer: This save file requires all The Sims 4: EP's, GP's, SP's, and Kits.
All of the Sims have relationships (friends and enemies), careers, after-school activities, skills, degrees, lifestyles, public reputations, likes / dislikes, gender preferences, romance preferences, turn-ons / turn-offs, family dynamics, defined walkstyles, defined voices, social bunny (if relevant), cupidâs corner profiles (if relevant), inheritance wills (if elderly), marriage licenses, small businesses (if relevant), bucket list goals, and inventory sleeping bags (for toddlers-teens).Â
All of the Households have appropriate funds, household pets, scheduled maid services (if relevant), assigned beds, and auto-lights.Â
Most of the other worlds have vacation rental locations, wedding destinations, and university housing (to âstudy abroadâ). All of these external locations were found on the gallery. Original creator credit can be found in each lot description.Â
The Simkhira Small Town Save File does not require custom content, except for custom garage doors AND (by popular demand) custom maxis match cars (which are all included in the download). Until we get proper residential garage doors, these will have to do. EVERYTHING ELSE IN THIS SAVE FILE IS CC-FREE. If you open the game and get a pop-up message stating that you are missing content - you are not :)
Garage Doors and Cars by @Max20
Pickup Truck Override by @Simsdaomengyou
Make a backup of your âElectronic Arts/The Sims 4/Savesâ folder.
Choose between the "7-Day" calendar save or the "14-Day" calendar save. You can have both in your game without conflict.
Download the file, unzip, and place the file in your âElectronic Arts/The Sims 4/Savesâ folder.
If you already have a file with the same name, change the slot number to a number that you donât have. (i.e. change Slot_000000003.save to Slot_000000004.save)
Once you open your game, you will see âSimkhiraâs Save Fileâ.
Once opened, âSave Asâ to create a copy of the save file for your own gameplay.
If the game says that you are missing custom content, no you arenât. I have double-checked.
Lastly, enjoy and have fun!
Inspiration:Â I want to say thank you to all of the amazing save file creators, content creators, and storytellers who inspired me throughout this process.
warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of past trauma (starcourt), slight sexual innuendos??
a/n: hi! remember when i made you do a poll for my 1k celebration? and one bed with billy won? well this is that fic! i'm sorry it took so long to get here, but school was kicking the ever loving shit out of me. anyways, i really hope you like it. it's a little different than other fics i've written, but i think that's a good thing. just for context, this is post the end of season three, with billy and hopper being okay and jopper being in full swing. i think that's all i wanted to say. thanks again for 1k followers. that's still so wild to me. i love you. and billy loves you too <333
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November 1985
âNo.â
âWhat do you mean no? You just fought an interdimensional being, donât you want a vacation?âÂ
Lucas wipes both hands down his face, flopping down on the arm of the couch beside where Max sits with El between her knees, tying off one of the two braids sheâs trying to make.Â
âMax, can you help me? Please?â Lucas has been arguing about this for fifteen minutes.Â
She rolls her eyes, but looks up from her work nonetheless. âBilly.â
The man in question crosses his arms, locking eyes with the redhead. âMaxine.â
Max finishes Elevenâs braid and she hops up to join Will where heâs working on a puzzle. Joyce brought it home from work a few days ago, and itâs been spread out on a card table in the corner of the living room since then. Will couldnât watch The Golden Girls with Joyce from the kitchen table.Â
âJust come with us, Billy. We all know you hate it here. Itâll give you a chance to get away for a little while.â
Except thatâs not totally the truth. He doesnât hate it here. Not with you around.Â
âThereâs a pool.â Will looks up, a little shyly, from the puzzle, fingers flipping around a single piece. âAt the place Robin found.âÂ
Billy nods, and itâs enough to make Will smile at the acknowledgment.Â
Itâd been Steveâs idea, after everything that happened in July. He thought everyone going on a trip together might be a good idea. Go a little ways out from home, calm down.Â
You and Billy started going to school, though Billy is still working. He found a job at a record store across the street from Melvaldâs that opened after the mall went to shit. It definitely wasnât his first choice, but it works. And heâs slowly fixing up the Camaro.Â
Steve had offered to pay for the repairs in full, considering he did most of the damage when he rammed the side of it, but Billy couldnât handle that. So far Max has only convinced him to let Steve cover the really expensive parts. It hurts Billy more than heâd care to admitâhaving Steve Harrington give him money.Â
But he canât lie, going somewhere away from Hawkins, even just for a couple days, sounds really nice. Itâs the group part thatâs bothering him. Heâs still not used to everyone wanting him to tag along, but apparently major trauma brings people together.
Thereâs the slamming of car doors, and footsteps running up the driveway before the door swings open, Robin bursting in with a stack of movies in her arms. Sheâs followed by Dustin and then Steve, bags and keys being tossed every which way.Â
Billy doesnât see you for a moment and starts to worry maybe you arenât coming. Heâs already supplying excuses for having to go home, but Steve left the door ajar, and after a moment, there you are.Â
You look sleepy, footsteps the quietest of everyone else as you carefully push the Byersâ door shut behind you. He watches as you accept a hug from Eleven, overhears her ask, âhow did your test go?âÂ
Heâs happy to hear you tell her it went well. Itâs only after youâve looked at her and Willâs puzzle and snapped a few more corner pieces in that you make a beeline for the open spot on the couch beside Billy.Â
When youâve settled, your knee bumps against his. âHey.â
He looks at you, a little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His arms are still crossed, thumb playing with the pendant resting on his chest. A chest surprisingly covered by a sweater, though the sleeves are pushed up.Â
âHey. Glad your test is over?â
That sound of his voice makes you smile, and heâs never been so grateful for something, even if itâs just an expression. âYeah.â
You glance down at the new tattoo on his arm, a dark colored snake wrapping around the skin covering his elbow. You run your thumb across the tail that flicks across his forearm, and Billy relaxes into your touch.Â
âYou have work today?â
Billy shakes his head. Youâre glad he had the day off. And youâd tell him so if it werenât for the sudden bombardment.Â
Lucas is suddenly standing in front of you, having returned from the kitchen where you think he and Dustin may have been cleaning out Joyceâs fridge.Â
âHoly shit, thank god youâre here. I need you to convince Billy to go on vacation.âÂ
You glance at Max, assuming sheâs already tried. She looks rather annoyed. âLucas, would you sit down?â
The boy looks at Max, and she glares at him. Clearly he knows better and sits down next to her.Â
âBilly doesnât have to do anything he doesnât want to do,â you finally say.Â
The man in question turns to face you. You have to lean your head back some because of how close he is.Â
âAre you going?â he asks, voice quiet and thick with something you donât know that youâre supposed to notice.Â
âY-yeah. I was gonna. Robin only went on about it to me for an hour over the phone last night. I just think it might be nice to get away for a little while.â Billy doesnât break eye contact with you, and while it makes you a little nervous, it tells you heâs listening.
âAnd I can watch Max for you if you really donât want to go. Just make sure she doesnât kill Lucas or anything.â Max snorts at your response, though Lucas looks at her in panic, already calculating how best to prevent that sort of situation.Â
Your gaze softens and you fight the urge to reach out and run your thumb across Billyâs cheek.Â
Please come with us. I want you to go. I want you there, you think. But itâs not what you say. You donât know how badly he needs to hear it.Â
âYou really donât have to go, Billy. Not if you donât want to.â
âBut there is enough space, man.â Steve stands behind the couch, handing El a scrunchie he retrieved from her bag. His voice is calm, informative. âIf you decide to go. Thereâs plenty of room, and weâd be happy if you did.â
Billy could make some smartass remark. But he wonât. He knows that Steve is being honest, and that heâs not trying to be a dick. It seems that witnessing the guy who beat the shit out of you almost die not even a year after he moved to town really brings you together.Â
Billy gives an acknowledging nod. âIâd be very happy if you did,â Eleven says. She loves having Jonathan as an older brother, really she does, but Billy lets her play with his hair. And in her books, that really ups the scale.Â
He smiles at her, and El considers that a win.Â
You notice him shift next to you, and then heâs leaning forward to whisper in your ear. âCome with me?â He cocks his head in the direction of the door.Â
He gets up, assuming youâll follow him. You always do.Â
When youâve shut the door, you move to the porch swing. Itâs your favorite spot out here, and Joyce says it makes her happy to see someone use it. She used to sit there with Will in the mornings after Jonathan left for school and read to him. She did the same with Jonathan, but he was a much more fidgety kid, wanting to find something else to do.Â
Billy lights a cigarette, and you watch where he fidgets with the ring on his middle finger.Â
Heâs standing a little ways away from you so as to not breathe the smoke directly in your vicinity, but you wish so badly that he was closer. You like having him close. The weight of his body next to you, the warmth, how solid his arm feels when itâs pressed to yours or when he slides down on the couch some and it's more so pressed to your side.Â
âWhich part of it are you worried about?â you ask him.Â
He shrugs. âYou really think they want me there? You think Max wants me around?â
âBilly, I know she does. And I know that voice in your head is telling you that itâs a pity invite, but itâs not. And, besidesâŠâ you trail off, but heâs not having that. He needs you to reassure him.Â
âBesides what?âÂ
You look up at him. âI want you to go. And yeah, Iâll be sad if you donât go, but that shouldnât sway your decision either.â You push your feet against the concrete porch a little harder, and the swing responds to the movement. You move quicker, now feeling very pleased with yourself.Â
Billy almost laughs at the child-like look on your face, but you look so at home on the swing that he holds it in. A grin escapes nonetheless.Â
âSay that again.â He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray either Hopper or Joyce have left outside. Heâs watching you again.Â
âWhat?â Heâs not gonna let you go all shy on him now. He needed to hear that. He needs to hear it.Â
âYou know what.â
âI want you to go.â
âThen itâs settled. Need to get out of this shithole anyways.â
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The place Steve found is about two hours from Hawkins, with three bedrooms, a shockingly luxurious pull-out couch, and bigger common areas than youâve ever laid eyes on. Excluding the ones in Steveâs house. In short, the rental is like Hopperâs cabin, if Hopperâs cabin were updated and substantially larger. It feels like the kind of place rich people have to take weekend trips. Youâd rather not find out how much Steve is paying for the lot of you to stay there.Â
Robin takes you on a grand tour while everyone else explores the backyard. Dustin is already determined to climb a tree. One of the rooms has two sets of bunk beds, dedicated to the four boys. âTo ensure no cootie-spreading,â Robin proclaims.Â
She and Steve will share the couch, with Max and Eleven in the smaller bedroom.Â
Robin stops at the end of the hallway. âWhich leavesâŠâÂ
You and Billy.Â
You and Billy Hargrove.
Sharing a room.Â
Sharing a bed.Â
Speaking of, the man in question brushes past you, setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Robin takes that as her queue to leave and gives you a thumbs up on the way out. You hope she can feel your death stare on the back of her head, and she knows it, being quick to run down the hall.Â
âSo weâre roomies, huh?â Billy says, gathering his hair at the base of his neck. You hadnât even realized he had a tie on him, and it takes him finishing off a lazy bun to realize itâs a blue scrunchie. You have to bite your lip to keep from saying anything.Â
âI can sleep with Max and El, if you want. Orââ
That crease between Billyâs brows forms. âWhy would you do that?â
Youâve gone all warm. Youâd have to sleep in bed with him. And you sit next to him all the time, but this is different. Isnât it?
Maybe itâs not so weird. Youâre just friends. Itâs like a sleepover, right?
âI donât know, you might not want to sleep together or something.â
He cocks a brow, but you catch the double meaning of your words just in time. âYou know what I mean, Billy.â
He sits on the end of the bed, and reaches out for you. You move towards him slowly, but the moment youâre within his grasp, Billy spreads his legs and grabs your waist, slotting your body between them.Â
âYou can go if you really want to. If you think Iâve got cooties or somethinâ and you donât wanna share a bed with me.â
You snort, and Billy drinks in the sound, knowing heâs the one that made you laugh.Â
âI donât think youâve got cooties.â
You realize in that moment that his hands havenât left their spot on your waist, never straying anywhere else. The weight of them on you is enough to keep you focused on him, and he seems to acknowledge that.Â
âThen what is it?â he asks, in that low drawl you fear could get out any answer he wanted from you.Â
You hesitate, but say it anyway. âYou donât think itâll be weird? Sleeping in the same bed?â
Billy fights the urge to rest his forehead against your stomach. He wants to tell you heâs wished you were in his bed on more than one occasion. Sometimes he just wishes you were there so it wouldnât feel so cold, so heâd have someone to pull him out of his thoughts before they eat him alive altogether.Â
âNo, I donât think itâll be weird.â
You nod your head, and try to move back from him.Â
Billy whines. âUh uh. Nope.â
You go to put your hands on your hips, and they graze Billyâs on the way. He grabs hold of them. âYou donât want to have a sleepover with me?â
Billyâs looking up at you with those watery blue eyes, and you know this is a battle youâll never win.Â
âReally?â
He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your eyes fall to his neck when he tosses his head back.Â
âYeah, baby.â
Baby.Â
It feels like every cell in your body has been sent into overdrive, like you canât compute a single coherent thought. All because Billy called you âbabyâ.Â
And if heâs being honest with himself, he feels the same way. He hadnât meant to say it. Itâs just that he calls you âbabyâ in his head all the time, and it justâŠhappened.
âIâd love to have a sleepover with you, Hargrove.â
âMhm. Thought so.âÂ
This time he lets the laugh out, and itâs a beautiful sound. The kind of sound youâd commit unspeakable acts to hear again. And this time, he does let his forehead drop to rest on your stomach. It surprises you, but youâre not mad about it.
âOh, fuck off,â you say, and you can feel his chuckle against your skin.
When he quits, you find yourself just standing there, find your hands moving around his back. Heâs always so warm. You rub your hands up and down his back, the denim of his jacket rough on your fingertips.Â
You feel him shift, feel his change in position, the hard press of his chin against you. Billy is looking up at you, and you know heâs hoping youâll return his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you hate to think of what you must look like from this angle. Clearly he doesnât mind.Â
You push a curl behind his ear, a shockingly perfect ringlet thatâs too short to be contained like the rest of them.Â
Billy would be taken aback by the gesture if it werenât for the fact that you always go this easy on him. Like you know heâs healing, in more ways than one.Â
âWe canât stay here forever, you know. I wanna go look around.âÂ
âYeah,â he laughs. âIâm sure itâs riveting.â He lets you go anyway, following you down the hall to the rest of the cabin.
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Your back rests on the base of an oversized chair, one thatâs surprisingly comfy, your body in between Robinâs legs. Sheâs sitting next to Steve, watching you moderate El, Lucas, and Will play Twister. Dustinâs already out.Â
âRight hand blue.â
âYouâre kidding right?â
âSinclair, have you never played this game before?â
Lucas scoffs, trying to reach the blue on the other side of the mat without toppling into Will. Max went with Billy to the store, but they should be back soon. You have a sick feeling theyâre taking advantage of having been given Steveâs debit card.Â
âYes, Iâve played the game before. If youâre so good, why donât you get down here and show us how itâs done, Harrington?â
âYeah, Harrington, why donât you show us how flexible you are?â Billyâs voice makes you look up from where youâve been mindlessly twisting the spinner on the board around with the tip of your finger.Â
He stands just inside the living room, holding the door open with his leg. He kicks it shut once Max has made it in. She heaves the paper bags sheâd been holding up and onto the counter. Steve rises to help unpack them. You follow on instinct, handing the spinner to Robin instead, and Dustin is quick to take Steveâs spot before Mike can.Â
Billy wonât let you take anything from him, but he will let you help figure out what the hell to do with all of it. âDo I even want to know how much you both spent?â you ask.Â
He gives you that fucking smile, and you know you donât. âMax said she wanted to have a spa nightâwhatever that meansâwith El, so we sort of split up. Iâm sure Steveâll live.âÂ
âFor your information, Lucas,â Steve continues, clearly not ready to let the quips towards his limberness go, âI was the captain of the swim team.â
âWhatâs that got to do with being flexible, dingus?â Robin directs the two remaining players, the young boy in question having just busted his ass.Â
âSwimming is an art form, Rob. You gotta learn to respect it.â
You choke on a laugh, and Billy is quick to rub your back while he chuckles into your shoulder.Â
âSomething funny over there?â Steve questions.Â
You straighten, trying to wipe the smile from your face though itâs to no avail. âNope, Steven. Iâm sure youâre just incredibly stretchy. Like Mr. Fantastic.â
His brow furrows. âMr. Fantastic?â
Dustin snorts, elbow deep in a bag of chips, and you quickly realize that you probably shouldnât have given him an opening, but you donât exactly regret it either.Â
The lot of you spend the rest of the night in this fashion, playing games, eating way too much food, taking turns smacking the top of the television so your movie will keep playing.Â
It feels like home. It feels safe. You wish it always felt this way.Â
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Youâd just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the bedroom door click shut, hear footsteps you can tell are in search of you.Â
You peek your head out of the bathroom and Billy grins at the sight of you in pajamas, a smear of moisturizer on your forehead youâve yet to rub in.Â
He squeezes in the small room, about the same size as his at home, to join you. Thereâs something about this moment, the domesticity of it, that makes your heart swell. It feels like something you could get used to, getting ready for bed with him. Neither of you have to say anything, you just do your own thing, but having him be there, having his presenceâitâs more than enough for you.Â
When you climb into bed, you try and read for a while, the sounds of Billy washing his face comforting you. You find it easy to read even when he does get in with you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight, the sheets rustling as he moves around experimentally, trying to get comfortable in a bed that isnât his own.Â
You feel odd though, reading when heâs right there, so it isnât long before you close the book and slide further into the covers with him. Billyâs quick to turn on his side, wanting to see you like this.Â
He watches you yank the blankets up to your chin, looking at him over a blur of fluffy white comforter. âItâs fuckinâ freezinâ in here,â you tell him.
âCâmere then.â
You burrow further into your pillow, fearing you know exactly what heâs going to suggest. âHuh?â
âYouâre cold. You always whine about me being warm or somethinâ and Iâm telling you to come here.â
âBilly.â
âStop.â He lifts the covers up some, untucking you from them, and he wraps his arm around your back, tugging you into his side.Â
Suddenly youâre pressed against him, having slid across the sheets easier than youâd have imagined.Â
Heâs let go of you, his arm hovering over your back. âYou want me to hold you or no?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
Billy lets his arm drop against your side, his fingers splaying out over your back. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, hoping itâll warm you up. âThis okay?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
He nods. Youâre looking at him like heâs something special.
Billy realizes, in that moment, that thatâs how youâve always looked at him. Even before.Â
He also realizes that your hands are tucked under your chin and your legs are curled up and into you like youâre afraid of making any contact with him.Â
âYou can loosen up, you know. Itâs just me.âÂ
You let out a breath of a laugh, and he can feel it against the skin of his neck.Â
âItâs okay, I promise. You can touch me.â Billy has this feeling that youâre afraid of hurting him. Heâs sure youâve noticed that heâs wearing a shirt to bed, something he never did before. And he thinks that youâre worried heâll break.Â
âYouâre sure?â
âWouldnât have said so otherwise.â
He watches you unfold your hands and stretch your arm over him, hooking it around his hip. You want to rub up and down his side, but youâre nervous.Â
Itâs just me.Â
âDo they hurt at all?â
Your thumb skates up a little further, and you donât have to tell him what you mean.Â
âNot all the time,â he says, voice low and thick with drowsiness. âAt first, yeah, like hell. Now itâs just sometimes. They can feel a little tight, or just bug me. Depends, I guess.â
You nod, feeling brave enough now to slide your hand up a little further. Your touch is light, barely there. You close your eyes, trying not to think about when it happened. How heâd screamed.Â
He can tell when youâve calmed down some, because your arm relaxes and you hug him a little more firmly. You scoot in a little closer, close enough that your noses would touch if you tried to make them.Â
âGoodnight, Billy.â
He makes the move, dragging the tip of his nose across your forehead. He kisses the top of your head, and you grin so wide you feel like a kid in a candy shop.Â
âGoodnight, baby.â
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When you wake up, you almost donât want to disturb him, but you know you should get out of bed.
Billy is sprawled out on his stomach, having separated from you at some point during the night. His tank top is rucked up from the tossing and turning of sleep, and you look away when you catch a glimpse of pink skin. It doesnât feel like your place to look.Â
You wander out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You make it down the hall, and find that Robin seems to be the only other one awake. You shouldâve guessed. She told you once before that her body doesnât seem to let her sleep in.Â
Steve is still passed out on the pull-out couch, completely covered by the blankets. The only sign of him is a tuft of messy hair against the light colored pillow case his head rests on.Â
Robin waves at you from her perch at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her. âWant some?â she whispers, pushing the box in your direction.Â
You fill up your own bowl, having a feeling that Robin is about to ramble.Â
âSleep okay?â she asks.Â
âMhm. You?â
âFine. Though, yâknow, Steve is a horrific bed hog. Seriously, he was half on top of me the whole night. I might have to bunk with Max and El.âÂ
You laugh, and Robin takes that as her queue to ask what sheâs been pondering since she woke up.Â
âWas it okay? Sleeping with Billy? Well, not like that. Well, Iâm assuming not like that, not that thereâs anything wrong with that, but I just meant like actually sleeping? Please stop me.â
You grin at her. âPlease breathe, Rob.â She does, over exaggerating her inhales. âAnd it was fine.â
âOkay, good. I was kind of worried youâd be frustrated with my matchmaking tendencies. I just really want you two to be happy. And he seems so calm when heâs with you, and I realize Iâve just told you that Iâve been pushing you two together and Iââ
You wipe milk from your chin, having almost spit out your cereal. âRobin, sweetheart, itâs okay, I promise. I know about your matchmaking tendencies. But I think weâre just friends, right?â
âJust friends, my ass.â You hadnât even seen Steve get up, but heâs reaching for the fridge and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. He really canât say anything about Dustinâs eating habits when he has the exact same diet.Â
âOh my god.â
âListen, Iâm just saying, thereâs been something going on between you two since before the world went to shit. I donât know why you two tiptoe around each other like itâs not obvious that youâre in love.â
âSteve!â you exclaim. âSeriously, what the hell? Iâve been up for like twenty minutes and you two are schooling me on my love life?â
âOr lack thereof,â Robin says.Â
âOkay, damn. You know what, Iâm going back to bed.âÂ
Steve pushes your bowl back towards you when you attempt to get up. âNo, youâre not. Iâm just saying, thereâs no sense in avoiding this. You both clearly feel a lot for each other, and I donât see any reason to avoid it when you could be together.âÂ
Heâs being vulnerable with you, his big brown eyes boring into yours and trying to convey how serious heâs being.Â
âJust think about it, okay? Thereâs no harm in talking about how you feel with him. And donât say that you donât feel anything, because thatâs a goddamn lie.â
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Billyâs had his swim trunks on all day, but he hasnât done more than sit in the shade by the pool while everyone else makes a mess and plays ridiculous games in the water.Â
Itâs killing him to watch you in there from time to time, swimming around or sitting in the shallow end. You told him once that swimming calms you down.Â
Itâs not until after dinner, when everyone has moved inside for the most part, though there seems to be the plotting of a water balloon fight out front, that heâs brave enough to head for the pool.Â
You follow him out there, see him contemplating the water.Â
âWhatcha doinâ?âÂ
Billy drops the cigarette heâd been smoking, snubbing it out. âThought about going for a swim,â he tells you.Â
âThat sounds nice.â
âMhm.â
âI can go back inside, if you want.â
Billy turns to face you. âNo. No, I want you to stay.â He wants you to see. He canât explain why, but he does.Â
âOkay.âÂ
He takes a shaky breath, hoping you donât catch it. You do. You always do.Â
âI justâŠwasnât ready for everyone to see.â
âI understand, Billy.âÂ
You know what heâs really saying. He wasnât ready for everyone to see. But heâs ready for you to see.Â
âI can get in first, if that helps. And I wonât look if you donât want me to,â you say.Â
âThat helps, yeah. And you can look. Itâs okay.â
He watches you wade in, watches the way your swimsuit changes color as you tread water.Â
Billy takes another deep breath, and heâs pulling his shirt off. Heâs quick though, diving straight into the deep end, knowing he needs to get it over with.Â
When he comes up, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and he flips it out of the way, giving you a glimpse of the broad pink scar on his chest.Â
He meets you halfway, and you think heâs in a serious mood until heâs splashing you like a child.Â
âYou motherfucker!âÂ
You get him back, and heâs laughing.Â
Billy is laughing and he looks so pretty in the last of the dayâs sunlight, beads of water sliding over his collarbones and down his arms, and you feel like you could die. Like seeing him this way is enough. You donât need anything else.
You try to return a particularly aggressive splash, but he catches your waist, pulling you up and over his shoulder.Â
âBilly!â
âWhat?â His voice is teasing. He tosses the rest of the way over, your laughter fading out into the water.Â
You come up, a brilliant smile on his face. Billyâs sure if you stood close enough youâd be able to hear his heart beating.Â
When youâve both gone quiet, your eyes drop to the scars on his sides, the way they stretch across his skin, mean and twisting. Some spots are darker than others, and while it hurts you to look at them, you know it must hurt him even more. But he looks just as beautiful as before, if not increasingly so.Â
âSee something you like?â Billy says it on instinct. To hide the fact that heâs worried you donât really like it. That maybe you think heâs gross looking. But he knows thatâs all in his head. He fucking knows it.Â
âYouâre fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.â
You say it with such surety, such admiration, that he canât even begin to doubt that you mean it.Â
He smiles at you. Itâs boyish. Youâd do anything to see a million more of them.Â
He moves towards you, the sky having darkened enough that the outside lights have come on, the lights in the pool too. All that remains of the sun is a slash of deep orange, though the night quickly pushes it away.
Billyâs got you backed up against the wall of the pool now. His hands find your sides.
Itâs overwhelming, having him this close. You can feel his breath on your face, see the rise and fall of his chest, the freckles on his cheeks.Â
When he kisses you, you think your heart stops. His mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes a little like chlorine, but you donât care. Your hands find his face, and youâre smiling so hard that he pulls away because he wants to see. You donât let him for long though, pulling him back, wanting more. He laughs into your mouth, and your chest aches with this feeling.
Eventually you do let go, and when you hold his eye contact, he knows what youâre going to say. He needs to tell you first, though.
âIâm in love with you, you know.â
âI know,â you respond.
He tosses his head back in a laugh, and you press a sweet kiss to his throat.Â
âIâm in love with you too, Billy.â
âDamn right you are.â
You snort against his chest, lowering slightly to kiss his scar. His breath catches. He doesnât know what he did to deserve you.Â
âAbout fucking time!â Steveâs shouting and Robin is yelling, and Max would be making barf sounds if she wasnât so pleased with seeing her brother so happy.Â
âSo much for that,â Billy says.
But you wouldnât have it any other way.Â
ââââ
âIâm regretting this, Billy.â
âStop whining.â
Billy wraps his arms tighter around your back, pressing a kiss to your jaw in hopes that youâll let him keep doing this.Â
âGet off.â
âNo.â
âGet off, please.â
âMake me.âÂ
Thereâs the sound of a slap, your hand having met his ass.
He raises his head from where heâd buried it in your chest, looking at you drowsily. âYou just spanked me.â
And youâd do it again.Â
âDidnât work, did it?â
âNo. Shut up and take it.â
By that he means continue letting him lay on top of you, his entire body pressed to yours. It doesnât matter to him that thereâs an entire bed, one thatâs made for two people.
You settle for playing with his hair, something he seems to enjoy, and youâd mess with him about the fact that heâs essentially purring if it werenât for him looking so content.Â
He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isnât exactly something you just give up.Â
Heâs never had this before.
Hell, youâve never had this before.Â
And he thinks itâs healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro.Â
Youâre healing him. You.Â
ââââ
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warnings: swearing, possible allusions to depression, brief mention of death, a tiny finger injury, comfort
a/n: my brain does not seem to be in a writing mood right now, but i did manage to crank this out. i do enjoy making billy cry, so thereâs that. i hope itâs alright! please let me know what you think. iâd really appreciate it. <33
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Billyâs been fidgety since he woke.Â
You hear the soft thud of his boots, muffled against the carpet of your bedroom floor. He makes his way towards you and kisses your forehead, knowing youâre probably too sleepy for a real kiss this early.
He doesnât tell you how badly he needs oneâthat his hands are shaking with it. Though he doesnât need to tell you.Â
Youâd heard his alarm clock go off, felt him stay in bed longer than usual, glimpsed him rubbing his face on the way to the bathroom. He hadnât wanted to get up. Not one bit.Â
And even though you can feel sleep calling you, feel the way it presses at your eyes, the way the warmth of the bed pulls you inâyou sit up.Â
Billyâs closer to the door now, but he hears you shuffle, and heâs quick to move back to you.Â
âYou need to sleep, baby.â
But your hands are already on his cheeks, and then youâre kissing him, shutting him up and telling him youâre right here. And youâll be right here when he gets home from work. Youâll be a phone call away if he needs you during his shift.Â
âIâll walk you out,â you say, and your tone informs him that thereâs no room for arguments.
You hook your fingers in his belt loops as you push off the bed, hoping that this will keep your half-asleep form from slamming into the wall.Â
You kiss Billy again on the stoop, even if he is berating you for being barefoot in the cold. You watch him walk to the car, catch the way his fingers fumble with the keys, the way he doesnât even have it in him to slam the door shut.Â
He waves at you from behind the steering wheel.
âI love you,â you mouth, blowing a kiss. Heâs quick to catch it in his hand, gesturing so that heâs tucking it away in his pocket for later. He responds just as he always does, but you can tell heâs still sleepy.Â
That heâs tired.Â
ââââ
You arenât home when Billy gets back to the house. Thereâs a note on the counter in your sweet scrawl, telling him that you ran out to pick up dinner. Eating at all had completely slipped his mind.Â
Billyâs just having a day. Heâd wanted to stay home but couldnât, and not only has he been fidgety, unable to focus for want of home, of you, but his thoughts are getting the better of him. Theyâre suffocating. Telling him heâs not good enough for you, that heâs a waste of timeâof your time. That he shouldâve died like he was supposed to in that fucking mall.Â
And he knows it isnât true. He knows that you loved him before any of that, when he was just being an asshole, when he was just pissed that heâd had to move. And you love him now, even when he has bad days like this.Â
But his head. His mind. It tells him otherwise. It fights and it claws and it screams at him. And today he is losing that fight, letting his mind yell and tear at him.Â
Billy tries to distract himself and wash the dishes, but he only gets so far before he drops something and almost breaks it, before he cuts his finger on a knife he put in the damn sink. After that he tries to find a band-aid but spills all of them on the floor, and the first one he opens gets stuck on the wrapper and he canât use it.Â
Once he does secure the pink bandage around his pinky, he goes to clean up his mess and hits his head on the counter. He tries to change clothes and trips, gets his belt loop stuck on a drawer handle.Â
âGod fucking dammit.â
After that one he gives up and throws himself on the kitchen floor, choosing a beer with a pull tab rather than a cap for fear he might actually hurt himself and bleed out.
He hears the sound of you locking your car, the door squeaking when you open it, and he knows he shouldâve gotten up to help you, but he just couldnât. He starts to cry.Â
âBilly? Whereâs my baby?âÂ
The sound of your voice causes him to hiccup, and youâre on the floor in front of him in a matter of seconds.Â
Heâs covering his face with his hands, and you know then that the day mustâve gotten the better of him.Â
âHey, let me see you. Itâs okay, honey, Iâm right here.â
Billy looks up at you, lashes clumped together with tears, nose red and lips all swollen. He looks so frustrated with himself, so beat, that you ache for him.Â
He wishes he was stronger. That he wasnât breaking down in the middle of the kitchen, but you told him once that itâs okay to have bad days. That you're always going to be there on the worst ones.Â
He puts the beer down the moment you hold your arms out, crawling into your lap and burying his face in your chest. You donât care that heâs heavy or that youâre not entirely sure youâre getting any air in your lungs. You care that heâs letting go and that heâs showing you this vulnerable part of himself.Â
Billy cries, he weeps, against you for what seems like forever. But you donât mind. You only want him to feel better. You rub his back, play with his hair, anything to soothe him just that little bit.Â
When heâs finished, when heâs caught his breath, he pulls away. His cheeks are pink and youâre sure heâs berating himself for having just sobbed like that. Heâs sitting on his knees, fingers scratching at the freckled skin of his arms. He looks young like this. Lost.
âWas it just a bad day? Or is it the bad shit?âÂ
That is Billy code for Iâm spiraling and I need help. For Iâm having a hard time and I canât do it alone. I donât know how to say it.Â
You established that little code pretty early on in your relationship, knowing it would be helpful in getting Billy to talk about his feelings with you.Â
âThe bad shit,â he tells you.Â
âItâs not true,â you say. âWhatever your head is telling you today, itâs not true. Not today, not ever. You gotta say it for me, okay?â
He gives you the barest shake of his head before he pauses and tries to steel himself so that he can do it. He doesnât want to let you down.Â
âItâs not true.â
You grin at him. âRight. And youâre a badass. And weâre gonna eat dinner, and then weâre gonna talk it out, and then we will lay down. And maybe Iâll scratch your back for you.â
Billy nods. He hates that his breath catches at that, that the offer brings him pure, unadulterated joy.Â
âOkay.â
He can do that. He knows he can offer that much.Â
Because he is a badass. And he can try for you. For himself.Â
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Summary: You try to get Billy to join the group after surviving the battle at the Star Court Mall, but he doesn't think he needs help. And yet, he's glad that you haven't given up on him
Warnings: strong language, mentions of death, mentions of the mind flayer, angst, fluff, happy ending, smoking, mentions of dying/wanting to die, mentions of trauma
Word Count: 2,144
Request: Hi Jess. I just saw that you were looking for Billy requests, so .. here I am. đ So, Billy is still alive after the fire of star court mall and the reader (who is not his girlfriend yet đ) is trying to get him to be a part of the group. perhaps a happy ending where the reader & Billy get together?! That'd be lovely. Thank you. đ
A/n: Requests for Stranger Things are open
Billy Hargrove Masterlist II Stranger Things Masterlist
If it werenât for Eleven and Maxâs friends, he would have been killed by the Mind Flayer. Thatâs a fact that Billyâs had to live with since the âfireâ at the Star Court Mall. He tries to go on with his life as if nothing happened. But heâs constantly reminded about one thing. He wasnât supposed to make it out of there alive. Heâs reminded whenever he sees memorial stories about Hopper or when he hears people talking about the former Chief of police that perished.Â
The worst part of it all, he was saved by a bunch of kids.Â
Not everyone could see the inner dilemma wreaking havoc on Billyâs mind. You wouldnât have even noticed it had Max not brought it to your attention. Heâs good at playing things off and whenever you asked him if he was okay, he would give you the same cocky smile while taking a half-smoked cigarette out between his lips and give you the same answer he always gave you when you asked him that.Â
âNever been better, sweetheart.â
This time is no different.
His answer makes you breathe out a heartbroken sigh, your head dropping between your shoulders as the realization of what Max has told you hits you. Billy is not the same as he was before. You can now see it in his eyes.
âYou donât have to lie to me, Billy,â you say, looking up at him with a saddened look in your eyes.Â
Itâs sympathy. Billy has seen it way too many times when people come up to him and ask him how heâs handling things after the incident. It got to a point where it pissed him off and he told the person asking him that to fuck off. No one dared to ask him again.Â
His sweet facade fades, irritation building in his eyes as he flicks the cigarette bud away and starts to walk away from you and to his car. âWho says Iâm lying?â he snaps back at you, without so much as turning his head over his shoulder to look at you.
You rush around him to stop him from leaving. âI do.â Billy rolls his eyes, pushes you to the side, and carries on walking. âEveryone can see that youâre not the same afterâŠâ
You may have started off lying, but you knew that the next part of your sentence wouldnât have ended well.Â
âAfter what?â Billy shouts, turning back around to face you with such force that the gravel under his feet shifts, sending little rocks flying to the side. âGo on, (Y/n), say it,â he hisses, walking up to stand so close to you that you can smell the fresh tobacco of the past smoke cigarette on him. âAfter I was possessed by that thing? After I acted like a monster?â he says, his breath fanning over your face as he leans closer to you.
Your back goes rigid as you shake your head. âI just donât want you to feel like youâre alone in this,â you whisper, keeping your head up high.
Billyâs never scared you. You have been one of his few friends since he came to Hawkins and you two have been close up until he was possessed by the Mind Flayer. He drifted from you but you couldnât blame him for that after you found out why. You knew that he still cared about you, deep down. It was one of the reasons why he was able to snap out of it during the battle of Start Court Mall.Â
He runs his tongue over his lips, still staring deep into your eyes to try and intimidate you. âI donât need to talk to a shrink.â
âI never said you needed to.â
âThen what? Talk to you?â He laughs, shaking his head as he steps back away from you again. It hurts your heart to hear him laugh like he canât talk to you about anything anymore when he used to be able to tell you everything. âLike you would understand a thing.â
âMaybe I wonât understand, but there are people that will because theyâve been through this kind of thing before,â you fight back, following as he tries to walk back to his car.Â
âPeople like those kids?â
You swallow roughly, seeing now that he detests the idea of having anything to do with the group. âThey saved your life, Billy.â
âAnd I donât need to be reminded about it, (Y/n). I know. I know they saved me. But you know, sometimes I wonder why. Sometimes I wonder what I deserved to be saved, and sometimes I wish that they didnât save me because then I wouldnât be bothered by annoying people like you always asking me if Iâm alright or not,â he rants, furiously while glaring at you.Â
You know he didnât mean to offend or hurt you. This is just how he gets his feelings out because heâs witnessed his dad do it. Itâs all he knows how to do and you canât let it hurt your feelings. You tell yourself that at least heâs letting it out now.
Billy huffs out a breath, turns around, and walks towards the curb where he falls down to sit. He rests his arms on his knees and keeps his head between his shoulders. The sight tugs at your heart, pushing you to walk forward and sit down beside him.Â
Thereâs a moment of silence between you two. You stare out at the setting sun while in the silence but you keep Billy in the corner of your eye, ready to jump in no matter what he does.Â
You just want him to talk. You want him to say something because sitting in this silence when you know heâs going through turmoil in his mind is like torture to you.Â
The moment he shifts, reaching into his jacket for his pack of smokes and a lighter, you watch him pull a cigarette out, place it between his lips, and light it. âEvery night I have nightmares aboutâŠthat thing,â he mutters, blowing a cloud of smoke out as he refrains from looking at you. âSo I fucking hope youâre lying about those kids having been through the same thing.â
This is as close as it gets to Billy confessing that he doesnât want anyone else, especially a kid, to experience the trauma he had gone through.Â
But you know that if anyone will understand, it will be Will. He is open to talk about his experiences with Billy and everyone else in the group is willing to let Billy in after what happened. The issue is just getting Billy to want to talk and join the group.Â
So, they left that to you to do, seeing as how you had been close to Billy. Everyone had thought that you two were a couple and were surprised when you told them otherwise. You had a feeling that maybe Billy would have asked you out if he didnât end up possessed.Â
But now, you fear that youâll never find out.Â
âWeâre having a movie night tonight. At the Wheelersâ. You should come. Maybe youâll have some fun,â you softly say, hoping that this will work out the way you want it to.Â
Billy scoffs, bringing the cigarette to his lips as he turns to look at you. âLike theyâd all be okay with me pitching up.â
You shrug your shoulders, and give him a sweet smile as you reach to take the lit smoke from between his fingers. âWell, youâll be my guest. So theyâll have no choice but to be okay with it,â you confidently say, digging the bud into the ground to kill it.Â
Itâs the first time youâve seen him smile in a long time. And even though itâs very brief, only for a second, itâs like a fresh breath of air to see that smile.Â
Billy doesnât respond to your invitation. He doesnât say anything else as he stands up off the curb and walks toward his car. You watch him from your spot climbing in and starting the engine, making the music start blaring as he pulls away.Â
With a sigh, you mark another failed attempt in your mind to try and get him to join the group. Even if itâs just for one night.Â
Max was sure you would be able to convince Billy to join in on the movie night. She told you ever since you and Billy had gotten close, it was like you were the only one who could change his mind. He always took your advice into consideration.
Now, things are the same as they were. It feels like youâre back at the beginning when you met Billy. Only, heâs withdrawn now, keeping to himself most of the time instead of chasing ladies where you struggled to get a moment of his time.
âI told you he wonât come.â
âYes, thank you, Steve. I really needed an âI-told-you-soâ right now,â you mutter, settling down into your seat with a bowl of popcorn in your lap.Â
Max sits down beside you, crossing her legs under her. âHeâll come through. He always listens to you,â she says.
Her words make you smile and you wrap your arm around her shoulders to bring her in for a hug. âCan we just watch the movie and have a calm night for once?â you ask, gesturing to the tv as you reach for a handful of popcorn.Â
Everyone cheers and agrees, shifting and settling in their seats while Steve gets the movie ready. With Max leaning her head against your shoulder, you sink down into your seat and begin to relax.Â
Just as you start to feel the tension in your body leave, the doorbell rings. It makes the group groan loudly.Â
âYouâve got to be shitting me,â Dustin mutters with his hands over his face.
Because heâs the only person standing, Steve goes to answer the door. You watch him leave the room, hoping that maybe itâs Billy. You know that itâs a stupid hope, so you just turn your attention back to the bowl of popcorn in your lap again, picking up kernel by kernel.
Steveâs quick to return and everyone turns to him as he walks into the room again. âItâs Hargrove.â
Everyone then turns their head to you. You waste no time in putting the bowl of popcorn to the side so you can stand from your seat. Your heart leaps in your chest as you make your way to the front door. The thought of your hope being real makes your heart skip a beat.
Seeing Billy standing in the doorway of the front door, you give him a small smile which he returns, to your joy. He shifts on his feet, runs his hand over his face, and takes a step forward. âThat invitation still open?â he asks, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket.Â
âOf course,â you whisper to him, holding out your hand out for him to take, which he does.Â
As you lead him through the house, you can feel him tense up beside you, as if dreading what awaits him when he reaches the group. When you give his hand a comforting squeeze, he looks down at you. As he looks at you, he feels that anxiety slowly melt away. He decides to keep his eyes on you as you lead him.Â
Billy isnât shunned as he enters the room filled with those who he unwillingly fought against at the Star Court Mall, nor is he met with unwelcome glares. Not even Max makes him feel like heâs not welcome in her group of friends.Â
His step-sister moves from her seat so that he can have the space beside you and she does so with a sincere smile.Â
Halfway through the movie, when the popcorn bowl had become empty, you found a comfortable spot under Billyâs arm that lies lazily over your shoulder. He realizes the position youâre in and he breaks his attention from the movie to look down at you.Â
Thank God you didnât give up on him, he thinks to himself as his fingers lightly graze across your shoulder. Even when he was under the control of the Mind Flayer, you tried so hard to break him out of it, to get him to come back to reality. Heâd never tell you, but he remembers every word you said to him through tears while he was in the sauna.Â
He doesnât know where he would be without you. Which is why when he takes you home tonight, heâs going to ask you out on a date. Not a âfriendsâ date where you two hang out.Â
No, heâs going to do this right. The way he should have done a long time ago.
this was so cute!! đ€§ i really love the way you write billy, and i can tell you understand him. iâm so into this story, and this idea of him post-starcourt. thank you for sharing this!! â„ïž
Summary: Spicy time under the stars with copious amounts of fluff sprinkled on top, need I say more? Can be read standalone, but itâs part of my Post-Starcourt AU that you can find over on my masterlist.Â
Word Count: Over 2,400 ayyyyyy okay Iâll shut up.
Warnings: Smutty smut, minors DNI
Authorâs Note: I saw that gif and couldnât resist. Iâm working on my requests too, but probably wonât get to write the next couple of days since Iâm going to another class for work. In the meantime, enjoy. <3
stephâŒïžyour billy is always so excellent and i especially loved how you wrote him in this!! the way he teases and sort of picks on reader in such a loving way, but also listens and is caring?? stab me. not to mention that heâs just so hot. thereâs no way for me to not say that. i loooovvvveeee this đ”âđ«đ« đźâđš
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