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BILLY HARGROVE MASTERLIST

18+ Only. 40k word count in total, each fic has about 8k words :)

!!! I highly recommend starting with That’s my girl, Pt.1, to understand the full story line of (Y/N) and Billy !!!

You’re mine, you know that Pt.1

You’re mine, you know that Pt.2

You’re mine, you know that Pt.3

You’re mine, you know that Pt.4

Pt.5 coming soon!

That’s my girl Pt.1

That’s my girl Pt.2

That’s my girl pt.3

That’s my girl pt.4

Pt.5 coming soon!

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That’s My Girl Pt.4

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**SUMMARY- After learning you were Hawkins’ next target, your family and Billy devised a plan to keep you safe. But you couldn’t bear the thought of Billy risking his life, so you took matters into your own hands. You made the sacrifice instead. And in doing so, you invited something in. Something ancient. Something waiting. Now… it’s no longer just watching.

**TRIGGER WARNINGS- Trauma flashbacks, swearing, kissing, mentions of death.

WORD COUNT- 7k

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY !!!

i do not own the rights to the following characters. all characters are created and owned by the Duffer Brothers- Stranger Things.

I do NOT consent to have my work posted , translated or published to any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here, it has been posted without my permission.

I put my all into this fic! I hope you enjoy it :)

Requests open !!!!! :)

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A week later:

After the truth came out, that you were the new target in Hawkins, your father, Chief Jim Hopper, did the only thing he could think of to keep you and your sister safe. He moved you both out of the old cabin.

It wasn’t easy for him. That cabin had been more than just four walls tucked deep in the woods, it was his sanctuary, a place where time slowed down, where the weight of grief could settle quietly without judgment. It had been El’s first real home, too. But it was no longer safe.

The isolation that once protected you had become a liability. Hidden was good, until the wrong thing came looking.

So Hopper packed up what mattered, locked the cabin door for the last time, and moved you and El into a real house. Yes, a real house, with a lawn that was freshly mowed, a creaky mailbox out front and nosy neighbors whose curtains twitched every time someone walked by. It was quite glamorous compared to your old home, it was alive. It had streetlights, it had doorbells, it had people. But more importantly, it had witnesses.

Your new home wasn’t far from Billy’s either, just a couple of streets over, in fact. Close enough that he could walk the distance with that slow, lazy swagger of his, the kind that dared anyone to challenge him. He liked it this way. No more backroad drives through the forest to reach the old cabin. Now, you were right there, accessible, visible, you were close.

The Mind Flayer had learned that the shadows of the woods were too quiet. Too out of the way. Too perfect for secrets. But on a real street, with barking dogs, screaming kids, and nosy neighbours, if something happened, especially when your father wasn’t home, someone would see. Someone would notice. Hopper had made sure of it.

The new house had locks on every door, reinforced windows and an extra phone hidden on the wall in the back of the hallway closet. There was a baseball bat by your bed and a loaded shotgun in the master. Hopper didn’t leave anything to chance.

And El? She didn’t talk much about the move. She missed the woods, the quiet. But she understood. You both did. The danger wasn’t just some boogeyman in your imagination, it had a name. It had a form. It had a will. And it wanted you.

But for now, there was safety in the ordinary. In fences. In families. In being just another house on another street in Hawkins.

At least, that’s what you told yourselves.

You’d spent the last few days holed up with El. She had told you everything no half truths, no holding back. Every terrifying detail poured out of her in whispered urgency while the two of you sat on the floor of your bedroom, knees pulled to your chests, the door locked like it could somehow keep the nightmare outside.

The Mind Flayer wanted Billy. Not just for possession, for purpose. It wanted him as a weapon, a vessel to help it build an army. For what, El didn’t know. Maybe it wanted Hawkins. Maybe it wanted the world. But one thing was crystal clear, the easiest way to get to Billy… was through you.

You didn’t know what to do with that information. You weren’t a fighter like El, or a leader like your dad. You were just… waiting. Waiting for Hopper or El to come up with a plan. Waiting for the next tremble in the walls or that sickening chill in the air that always came right before something awful.

Billy hadn’t left your side in days. Not even to shower, not really. He paced the house like a wolf trapped in a cage, protective and volatile, never more than a few steps from you. The others noticed it too, the way he stood a little too close, eyes always scanning windows, jaw clenched like he was ready to throw the first punch at something he could or couldn’t see.

The kitchen was heavy with silence. You were all there. You, Billy, El, and Hopper, leaning against counters, arms crossed, waiting for someone to break the stillness.

Then the front door burst open with a bang.

You flinched. El took a sharp breath. Billy was faster than either of you, his hand grabbed you at the waist and pulled you behind him, shielding you with his body like a human wall. His other hand darted instinctively to his belt, where he’d started carrying a pocketknife, just in case.

But it wasn’t a threat. It was Joyce Byers.

She stood in the doorway, slightly breathless, holding what looked like a crudely taped together patchwork of crayon colored paper. Hopper exhaled and lowered his shoulders.

“Jesus, Joyce.” He muttered. “A little warning next time.”

“I didn’t have time.” She said, stepping into the room, her voice tight with urgency. “I talked to Will. He remembers more, a place. Something about the lake. He thinks it lives there, or watches from there. Either way, it’s where you need to go.”

She unrolled the homemade blueprint on the kitchen island, a child’s drawing stitched together with tape, overlapping pages smeared with waxy red and blue lines, but surprisingly precise.

“Here.” She pointed to the far edge of the map, tapping a shaky finger on the outline of Lover’s Lake. “That’s where it starts. That’s where you send the warning.”

Everyone leaned in closer.

“You want us to go there?” Billy asked, brow furrowed.

Joyce nodded. “Not you, yet. We wait until nightfall, it moves in the dark, well… Mostly. That’s when it’ll be watching. You need to get close. Make it feel you coming. Make it afraid. If it thinks we’re coming for it first, maybe, just maybe-“ She started but hopper swiftly cut her off.

“We’ll gain the upper hand.” Hopper added, finishing Joyce’s sentence.

She looked directly at Billy then, her voice steady, despite the weight behind her words. “We send you as the message. Just long enough to get its attention. Then you get the hell out.”

Billy didn’t flinch.

“Alright, when?” He asked.

“After sunset. Hopper and El go with you. I’ll stay here with (Y/N). If anything happens, I don’t want her alone.” Joyce insisted.

Billy gave a single nod, then glanced at you and you could see it in his eyes. He was already planning his death if it meant keeping you safe.

“I’ll be back later.” Joyce continued. “I need to tell the boys. We prepare for the worst, just in case.” She said through shaky breaths.

“Yeah, copy that.” Your father said, stepping away from you at last. “I gotta make a couple stops anyway. Need to grab a few things for later.” He added.

“What kind of things?” (Y/N) asked.

“Sharp ones, loud ones.” Hopper said, already halfway to the door.

“I’m going to see Mike.” El said quietly from the side.

Hopper turned sharply, pointing a firm finger at her.

“Hey, no you’re-“

“She’s fine.” Billy interrupted. “She’s strong. Let her say goodbye if she needs to.”

“I’m not saying, goodbye.” El said, eyes locked on Hopper. “I’m not worried.”

Her voice was calm. But Hopper wasn’t.

“Fine.” He grumbled, clearly biting back a thousand things he wanted to say. “But be back by eight p.m. sharp. No games, El. I mean it.”

You stood quietly as everyone made their plans around you, but your heart had begun to thud harder. Louder. The fear crept in like cold water rising too fast. Everyone was preparing, for something. Something big. And Billy, your Billy, was going straight to the thing that wanted him gone, wanted you gone.

You knew he wouldn’t leave you alone. Not with the Mind Flayer watching. He was staying put, with you, right by your side. But the guilt, oh the guilt, it gnawed at you.

Because deep down, you couldn’t stop thinking,

If he walks into the dark for me, what if he doesn’t come back out?

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The hours had slipped by like fog rolling over water, slow, quiet and heavy with something unspoken. Time always seemed to move that way when danger was close, not fast enough to escape it, not slow enough to prepare.

You sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, trying to look calm, like your heart wasn’t racing, like your hands weren’t trembling against your thighs. You didn’t want Billy to see the panic in your eyes, he was already carrying enough. He always had. But inside, you were crumbling. Not just for yourself. For him. You couldn’t bear the idea of watching him walk out of that door, not knowing if he’d ever come back. If you’d ever hear his voice again. Or feel the weight of his hand on your back in the middle of the night when nightmares woke you.

The thought made your chest tighten.

Billy had done so much for you. Even back in California, long before Hawkins, long before monsters and mind flayers, when the scariest thing in your life was the look in Neil Hargrove’s eyes, Billy was there. Always. Maybe not perfectly. Maybe not gently. But his love was fierce, consuming. The kind that made you feel like no one could ever touch you. Like you were untouchable simply because you were his.

You’d never known how to give that back. You weren’t sure you ever could. Every time you tried, he’d stop you. “Just being in my life is enough.” He’d say. But you didn’t believe him. Not really. You always felt like there was more you could do.

And now he was about to risk everything, his life, for yours. You couldn’t let him do that. Not this time.

The house was like a bunker now. Hopper had made sure of it before he and El left. Every curtain was drawn, every window locked and double-checked. The back door had been barricaded. The only entrance left open was the front, waiting for Hopper and Joyce to return, waiting for the night to fully settle…

And it did.

Weapons were hidden in every room. Your bat tucked behind the refrigerator. A switchblade in the couch cushions. A hammer by the stairs. Even two syringes, filled with enough tranquilizer to knock out a grown bear, were placed on the fireplace mantel, “just in case.” The sight of them made your stomach twist.

Anything, you’d been told. They could put anything to sleep.

The words echoed in your mind.

Billy was pacing again, running a hand through his hair, his boots thudding quietly across the worn floorboards. His movements were tense, calculated, like a lion in a too small cage. His brown, leather jacket gripped tightly around his muscular frame, the sleeves bobbled and worn, faint hints of cologne still clinging to the fabric. That familiar scent, a mix of salt, cedarwood, and cigarettes, filled the room, wrapping around you like a memory.

You stared at him, trying to memorize every detail, the curve of his jaw, the scar on his eyebrow, the way his lip twitched when he was deep in thought. You didn’t want this to be the last time you saw him. But something deep in your gut told you… it could be.

Your eyes flicked to the syringes.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, tears beginning to burn in your eyes.

And then, finally, your voice broke through the silence.

“I love you, Billy.” (Y/N) said softly, barely above a whisper.

He stopped pacing immediately, turning to face you. His expression shifted, softer, almost vulnerable, as he dropped to one knee in front of you.

“I love you too, angel.” He said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Everything’s gonna be okay. Alright?”

You nodded, though your throat felt like it was closing up. You rubbed your nose on the sleeve of his sweater, the one you always stole because it felt like home.

Billy gave you a crooked little smile, stood and sighed deeply. He walked toward the kitchen, the floor creaking beneath his boots. You watched him reach into the fridge and pull out a cold beer, the glass clinking as he popped the cap on the counter edge.

You stood quietly, the sound ringing in your ears like a countdown.

And before you could change your mind, before you could let the fear stop you, you moved.

You crossed the room fast, soundless, grabbing one of the syringes from the mantel like it had been waiting there for you.

“I’m sorry, Billy.” (Y/N) said, voice trembling.

He started to turn, confusion flickering across his face. “Wha—?”

The needle plunged into his neck before he could finish.

His eyes widened in shock as the pain hit, sharp and immediate.

He staggered back, yanking the syringe out with shaking fingers. “What the hell did you do?” He asked, voice slurring slightly, holding up the needle with a dazed expression. “What is this?”

You were already crying. Your legs moved backward as he stepped toward you, slow and unsteady. His vision was fading, body sagging.

“Billy, please…” (Y/N) breathed.

But he collapsed before you could finish, the beer bottle shattering on the floor as it slipped from his hand. The dull thud of his body hitting the ground was the most horrifying sound you’d ever heard.

“Argh…” He groaned, trying to lift his head, but it was too late. His muscles failed him.

You dropped to your knees beside him, cradling his face in your hands, your tears falling freely now.

“I’m so sorry.” (Y/N) sobbed. “I just… I can’t let you go out there. You always do so much for me, always. Let me do this for you, for once. Please. I love you, okay? I will always love you, Billy.” (Y/N) cried.

His lips parted, barely able to form words. “Sto… stop…”

But you were already reaching into his pocket, gently pulling out the keys to his Camaro. He weakly tried to grab your wrist, but his fingers barely twitched.

You kissed him, once, twice, again and again, his lips unresponsive, a single tear slipping from the corner of his eye as his head tilted back, no longer able to fight.

“I love you.” (Y/N) whispered.

And then you ran.

You didn’t look back until you were standing at the front door, hand on the knob, chest heaving. You turned one last time, just long enough to see Billy’s motionless body on the living room floor, chest rising and falling slowly.

Then you were gone.

The night air hit you like a wall, humid and heavy, smelling of pine, engine oil and the faintest trace of rain in the distance. You sprinted down the driveway, the Camaro waiting like a beast ready to roar. You yanked open the door and slid into the seat, hands trembling as you turned the key in the ignition.

The engine grumbled, then came alive.

On the passenger seat sat a fresh, unopened pack of cigarettes. You stared at it for a moment before reaching over , plucking one from the pack and flipping it upside down, something you always did to mess with Billy’s neatness obsession, that he only had with his cigarettes, they had to be perfectly in line, they had to be even. It was a final signature. A parting joke. A sign that you’d been here. That you loved him and that you’d always be with him, but also…

That you might not come back.

You shifted the car into gear, gripping the wheel with white knuckled fingers.

And then, without another thought, you pressed your foot to the gas and disappeared into the dark.

Billy had taught you how to drive a few times, sat on his lap and his hands over yours on the steering wheel, his voice a mix of teasing and patience, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and music humming low from the radio. You were never great at it. You always jerked the clutch too fast, or drifted too close to the center line. He’d roll his eyes, mutter “Jesus, sweetheart, it’s not a race car.” And yet somehow, you always made it home in one piece, mostly because he was there to guide you.

But now he wasn’t.

The seat felt different without him beneath you. Empty. Cold. The engine vibrated beneath your legs, low and guttural, like it was daring you to lose control. Your hands trembled slightly on the wheel, palms sweaty against the worn leather. Your foot hovered uncertainly over the gas, then pressed down, not too hard. Just enough.

The car lurched forward.

The streetlights blurred past as you pulled away from the house, tires skimming over cracked pavement. The Camaro roared louder than you remembered, echoing off the quiet neighborhood like a warning bell. You flinched at every bump, every turn, every sudden gust of wind against the windows. You weren’t sure if it was the car shaking or your nerves.

You didn’t know exactly how to get to Lover’s Lake, not by memory. But Billy had pointed it out enough on maps. You remembered his words, the shortcuts, the roads to avoid. “Don’t take 13th at night, fog rolls in from the woods. Go around past the trailer park, it’s faster.”

Your fingers tightened on the wheel as the Camaro glided through the dark, the headlights cutting long beams through mist that had begun to gather along the treeline. You rolled the window down slightly, letting the cool night air slap your face, sharp and earthy, the scent of pine needles, damp moss and something faintly metallic. Your stomach twisted.

You weren’t sure if it was fear… or guilt.

Your heart was thudding so hard it felt like your entire body pulsed with every beat. You could still feel the warmth of Billy’s sweater against your skin. His voice echoed in your ears like a ghost. “Everything’s gonna be okay, angel.”

But he didn’t know what you were about to do.

And if you were being honest with yourself, neither did you.

Still, you kept driving.

The road narrowed as you got closer to the lake and the trees grew taller, closer, like they were leaning in to watch you pass. You gritted your teeth and adjusted your grip on the wheel. The Camaro wasn’t easy to handle, too much power, too many memories, but you managed to keep it steady until you finally came to a full stop just a few steps from the lake. You could almost hear Billy in your head, teasing: “Not bad… for a beginner.”

And despite everything, that thought made your lips twitch into a half smile.

You didn’t know what you were walking into. You didn’t know what waited for you at the edge of that cursed water. But one thing was certain.

You weren’t going to let Billy fight for you anymore.

This time, you’d fight for him.

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Billy’s POV-

Consciousness returned slowly, like swimming through mud. Every sound was distant, muffled, the hum of the refrigerator, the tick of the hallway clock that your father hung loosely against the wall, the low, rhythmic throb of pain pulsing behind his right temple.

His body ached.

The floor was cold beneath him, hardwood pressed unforgivingly into his cheek as rolled to his front with a groan, his muscles protesting as he pushed himself onto his elbows. A dull, splitting migraine radiated from the back of his head, no doubt from when he hit the floor. Everything was hazy, the air heavy with the stale smell of beer, wood smoke, and sweat.

Then, like a switch flipping, it all came rushing back.

The syringe.

Your voice.

Your tears.

“I’m sorry, Billy.”

Panic tore through his chest.

Just as he staggered upright, stumbling slightly, the front door burst open with a sharp crack against the wall.

“Hey, you ready?” Hopper’s voice filled the room, gruff, no nonsense.

But it cut off halfway.

Hopper froze mid-step, El and Joyce just behind him. Their eyes locked on Billy, disoriented, shirt rumpled, skin pale and beaded with sweat.

“What the hell happened to you?” Hopper asked, brow furrowed.

Billy blinked hard, squeezing his eyes shut and reopening them. His vision finally cleared and the first thing he registered, really registered, was that you weren’t there.

You weren’t on the couch.

You weren’t in the kitchen.

You weren’t anywhere.

His chest seized.

His breath caught.

The room suddenly felt too still.

He looked around wildly, a dropped beer bottle shattered on the floor, the fire dying and one syringe missing from the mantel.

His hands curled into fists.

“We need to go.” He said abruptly, stepping forward, urgency already thick in his voice.

“Hey, slow down.” Hopper said, approaching him with that calm cop tone that always grated on Billy’s nerves. “What’s going on?”

Billy reached for the keys in his side pocket out of instinct, but his fingers grazed only denim.

Gone.

He stiffened.

His jaw clenched.

“She took them.” He growled.

He stormed past the others and flung the front door open so hard it nearly came off its hinges. The night air rushed in, sharp and cold, but the spot in the driveway where his Camaro should’ve been was empty.

Gone.

“She’s gone.” He said, quieter this time, not out of calm, but disbelief. His voice dropped low, rough like gravel. “She’s gone.”

Hopper stepped out behind him. “What?” He asked, even though he already knew.

Billy turned to face him, eyes blazing. “She injected me with that bullshit, stole my keys and left. Probably headed to that goddamn lake.” He raked a shaking hand through his hair. “Alone.”

“You had one job, Hargrove.” Hopper snapped, voice rising. “One goddamn job. Keep. Her. Safe. And you-“

“Hopper!” Joyce’s voice cut like a blade.

They both turned.

“Not now.” She said sharply, stepping between them. Her tone brooking no argument. “Your daughter is missing and we don’t have time for chest beating and blame games. We know where she is. So let’s stop standing around and go.”

Billy didn’t wait for permission. He was already moving.

The door slammed shut behind them as the three of them rushed down the porch steps and piled into Hopper’s truck, Billy throwing himself into the passenger seat, fists clenched white against his thighs. El climbed into the back and Joyce followed, her hands already unfolding the crayon map she’d made.

Hopper jammed the keys into the ignition and the truck roared to life, headlights slicing through the blackness as the tires squealed against the pavement.

They sped off into the night, headlights bouncing along the uneven road. The forest blurred past them on either side, tree branches bending low as if whispering secrets in the dark.

Billy stared out the windshield, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling in deep, restrained bursts. Guilt churned inside him like fire, but beneath it, something colder had begun to stir.

Not fear.

Rage.

And he swore, if anything happened to you out there, if that thing even laid a han- a something on you, he wouldn’t wait for a plan.

He’d burn the whole goddamn world down.

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(Y/N)’s POV-

“Hey! I’m here!” (Y/N’s) voice cracked as it echoed across the still water of Lover’s Lake. The night air swallowed her words like they’d never existed.

Silence.

The woods surrounding the lake loomed in shadow, thick with fog. The moonlight shimmered faintly on the lake’s surface, a thin, silver sheen over something much deeper, darker. You stood at the shoreline, breath visible in the cool night air, heart pounding in your ears like war drums.

“Hey!” (Y/N) yelled again, more desperate this time. Still, nothing. Not even a ripple. Just the low hum of crickets and the distant rustle of wind in the trees.

You let out a shaky breath, hugging yourself tightly beneath Billy’s lifeguard sweater, the one that still smelled like him. Cigarettes, chlorine and the faintest trace of his cologne.

And then… a thought struck.

A dangerous, awful, perfect thought.

If it wanted Billy… if it needed him to build an army… and if the only way to get to him was through you…

Then maybe the way to stop it, was to take yourself out of the picture.

No you, no access. No leverage. No army.

Your fingers trembled as you tugged Billy’s sweater over your head, the cold instantly biting at your arms and shoulders. You hesitated for only a moment before dropping it onto the damp grass. The sweater slumped to the ground like a discarded memory and with each step toward the lake, your fear grew louder, but so did your resolve.

You stepped into the water.

It was colder than you imagined, sharp, numbing, like needles against your skin. Your breath hitched as the water rose past your ankles… then your knees… then your waist. You moved slowly, deliberately, each step a choice.

A final choice.

The water reached your chest, your shoulders. Your arms floated beside you like dead weight. You closed your eyes, sucked in one last shaky breath and let yourself sink.

It was quiet beneath the surface. Muffled. Heavy. The world above became a blur. The stillness felt infinite, like time had slowed… or stopped entirely. Your limbs drifted, hair swirling like ink in the water.

You waited.

Waited for the Mind Flayer. For its rage. Its fear. Its reaction.

But instead, something strange happened.

The pressure around you shifted. Your body, once dragged downward, suddenly felt light, like gravity had released you. The water wasn’t wet anymore. It wasn’t anything. It was just… gone.

You opened your eyes.

And gasped.

You were no longer in the lake.

The world had changed. Everything around you was muted, grey toned, soaked in a perpetual dusk. It was Hawkins, but not your Hawkins. Buildings stood where they should, streets stretched familiar paths, but everything was twisted, like a dream remembered wrong. The air smelled wrong, like burnt metal and rotting leaves. The sky above was cracked like shattered glass, bleeding red lightning far in the distance.

Your feet found solid ground beneath you, cold, cracked asphalt. You looked down. Your clothes were dry. Your skin, untouched by water. It didn’t make sense.

You spun slowly, eyes darting.

Where am I?

What is this place?

A sound echoed behind you, a wet, clicking slither.

You turned.

From the shadows, it emerged.

A tall, grotesque figure, humanoid in shape, but far from human. Grey, slick, skin like flesh stretched too tightly over pulsing muscle. Veins throbbed visibly beneath its surface, some of them black like oil. Its head hung low, neck twisting unnaturally, made of what looked like vines or tendons woven into a noose. Limbs too long. Eyes too sunken.

Not the Mind Flayer.

This was something new.

It walked toward you with slow, fluid steps, its bare feet slapping wetly against the road. It tilted its head, observing you with a curiosity that made your stomach turn.

“(Y/N)…” It said.

You froze.

It’s voice was inhuman, low and layered, like multiple voices speaking at once. Male and female. Young and old. Whispering and screaming.

“Wh-what is this?” (Y/N) stammered. “Where am I? Who… what are you?”

It stepped closer.

“You came here.” It said. “Why?”

“I…” (Y/N) breathed heavily, her fists clenched so tight her nails dug into her palms. “I came so you could take me, instead of Billy.”

The creature stopped.

Then… it laughed.

A slow, mocking sound that scraped through your bones.

“Ohhhh… isn’t that sweet.” It purred, the grin on its warped mouth stretching too wide. “But it doesn’t work that way.”

It leaned in, its breath like sulfur and decay. “You shouldn’t have come here. It wasn’t your turn.” It hissed.

“…My- My turn?” (Y/N) whispered.

Suddenly, a sound. Faint, but unmistakable.

Voices.

Shouting.

Your name.

You turned, spinning toward the noise.

“Billy?!” (Y/N) called out.

And when you looked back.

It was gone.

Vanished.

But the world around you had changed again.

The buildings were still there, but now they flickered like old film reels and in their place, memories came to life. But not happy ones.

Your old house. Your parents screaming. Glass breaking. The day your father left.

Your ex boyfriend, drunk and red faced, yelling in yours.

Things you had buried, shoved deep into locked boxes in your mind.

Now, they played before you like a living nightmare.

You stepped back. Another image appeared behind you.

Billy, beaten and bloody in the snow from his worst argument with Neil, the one that you stood by and watched, not knowing what to do.

Your screams echoing in the Void.

Every fear. Every failure. Every regret.

Every secret.

Real.

You couldn’t breathe. Your chest tightened. Panic clawed its way up your throat.

“No…” (Y/N) sobbed. “Stop it. STOP IT!”

You dropped to your knees, hands over your ears, screaming through tears as the noise became to loud for you to bare.

“BILLY!” (Y/N’s) voice cracked. “BILLY!”

You knew he couldn’t hear you, you weren’t even sure if anyone could hear you, but you screamed anyway, until your throat was raw.

Because if there was anyone who could find you in this hell…

It was him.

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Billy’s POV-

Hopper tore down the narrow road like his foot was welded to the gas pedal. The headlights cut sharp beams through the trees as the gravel cracked and spat beneath the tires.

“There!” Billy barked, his hand shooting up to point.

The blue Camaro sat parked just off the shoulder of the road, glinting faintly under the moonlight like a forgotten relic.

Hopper didn’t hesitate, he swerved hard and slammed on the brakes. The truck jerked violently as it skidded to a halt, tires screeching against loose stones. Before the vehicle had fully stopped, the door flew open.

Billy was out.

Joyce and El scrambled behind him, but Billy didn’t wait. He sprinted toward his car like his life was tied to it. His boots pounded the damp earth, the heavy thuds echoing his heartbeat in his ears.

Empty.

The Camaro’s doors were unlocked, the interior cold and undisturbed.

His pulse kicked harder.

He turned sharply, scanning the tree line, the road, the lake. Nothing. Then-

A flash of white.

There, by the shoreline.

Something crumpled.

Billy’s chest tightened as his eyes locked on to the familiar fabric. He bolted toward it, not saying a word until he dropped to his knees and snatched it up.

His lifeguard sweater. Soaked at the edges. Abandoned.

“Hey!” He shouted over his shoulder, voice raw. “Over here!”

Hopper, El, and Joyce came running, their boots crunching dead leaves and slick mud.

Billy’s knuckles clenched around the sweater as he stared out at the still lake, lit faintly by the moon and Hopper’s flashlight beam slicing through the fog.

“Where the hell are ya, kid…” Hopper muttered, scanning the tree line.

But Billy wasn’t looking at the trees. His eyes narrowed on the water. Something subtle… but off.

Then… bubbles.

A small, consistent stream rising from a single point out near the center of the lake.

“Do you see that?” Billy asked, his voice low, tense.

“What?” Joyce squinted toward the water.

“Right there.” He pointed. “There’s something in the lake.”

They all turned.

More bubbles. A faint disturbance on the surface.

“Oh no. No, no, no!” Hopper hissed, already backing up to tear off his jacket.

But Billy was faster.

He dropped the lifeguard sweater onto the grass and ripped off his leather jacket with one swift motion. There was no time to kick off his boots, no time to hesitate.

He dove.

The cold hit him like a freight train, a freezing wall that stole the air from his lungs. But he didn’t stop. He kicked harder, arms slicing through the water like blades, heading straight toward the bubbles.

Hopper held his flashlight steady on the spot, its beam shivering with the reflection of the waves.

Billy dove deeper.

The light faded quickly, swallowed by the blackness.

He was surrounded by nothing. No sound. No shape. Just the bone deep chill and the crushing silence of the lake’s depths. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Not with you down here somewhere.

His lungs screamed, but he pushed lower.

And then, something.

A flicker of color in the darkness. Hair.

Your hair.

Floating gently, caught in the last trace of moonlight.

Billy surged forward and hooked an arm around your waist. You were weightless in his arms, limp and cold, terrifyingly still. He kicked furiously toward the surface, but the water felt thicker now, almost like it was fighting back.

Like something didn’t want him to leave.

A force tugged at his legs, invisible but real, heavy, dragging.

He clenched his jaw and kicked harder, one hand gripping you tighter against him. He wouldn’t let go. He’d never let go.

And then, air.

His head burst from the surface with a loud gasp, dragging you with him.

“Oh, thank God!” Joyce cried, reaching into the water to help pull you out.

“The hell happened down there?!” Hopper shouted. “Is she okay” He asked, concern laced in his voice.

But Billy ignored him. He lifted your body out of the water himself, cradling you like porcelain and staggered onto the grass.

You were pale. Your eyes were rolled back and your body was shaking violently. Your lips trembled. Your fists, still clenched like you were holding onto something inside. Something you couldn’t escape.

Billy collapsed beside you, soaking wet, breathing hard. Hopper dropped to his knees and checked for a pulse, his fingers pressing against your neck.

“She’s alive.” He said. “She’s still in there. But something’s got her.”

“I’ll go down again.” Billy growled, already turning toward the lake.

“No.” Hopper grabbed his arm, firm. “She needs you here.”

“But-“ He started, only to be cut off by your father.

“She needs you here, Billy.” Hopper said again, voice steel.

They all fell into a tense silence.

Joyce wrung water from her sleeves and looked between them. “Let’s take a breath. Figure this out.”

“There’s no time.” Hopper barked, slamming his fist into the ground.

“I can find her.” El said suddenly, quiet but certain. She stepped forward, eyes wide, jaw clenched. “I just need the radio in the truck… and something to cover my eyes.”

“There’s no time for that, kid.” Hopper muttered through a helpless sigh. He yanked off his hat and scratched at his head and began to talk things out as fast as possible, with Joyce and El.

Billy didn’t hear them anymore.

He was crouched beside you, brushing wet strands of hair from your face. Tears streamed freely down his cheeks, mixing with the water still dripping from his clothes.

“C’mon, baby…” He whispered, voice shaking. “What’s happening to you, huh? Where are you? I’m here, okay. You hear me? I’m right here.”

You didn’t respond. Your body still twitched rapidly, like you were fighting something from inside.

“Just come back to me. Please. Just… come back.” He pleaded.

His thumb stroked your cheek. Your breathing was shallow. Erratic.

Billy leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered, voice breaking. “I’ve always got you.” He reassured.

Behind him, El stood silently, staring into the lake with an eerie stillness.

She could feel it now. Something below the surface… something far worse than the Mind Flayer.

Something old. Intelligent. Watching.

Waiting.

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(Y/N)’s POV-

“Just come back to me… please, just come back… I’ve got you. I’ve always got you…”

The voice reached you like a whisper drifting through clouds, soft, muffled, echoing and heartbreakingly distant.

Billy.

It was Billy.

“Billy?” (Y/N) breathed, spinning around in the darkness. “Billy!” She screamed this time, her voice cracking with desperation.

But nothing answered.

Except him.

“He can’t hear you.” The creature rasped from the shadows.

You turned slowly.

There he was, the monster that had pulled you into this place. A tall, twisted figure cloaked in wet, slimy skin, his form barely humanoid, like something between a corpse and a puppet strung together by vines and bone. His voice echoed with something ancient, deep and broken, like the scraping of rusted metal under stone.

He watched you, unmoving, patient, knowing.

Then… crack.

The ground beneath your feet rumbled.

A jagged fissure split the world open behind him with a thunderous crack, like the snapping of reality itself. Your eyes snapped to it.

You saw your body.

Lying limp on the forest floor, damp hair clinging to your face, water still trickling from your lips. Billy was beside you, soaked to the bone, crouched over your unconscious form, his hands trembling as he cradled your face. El stood nearby, Joyce and your father forming a protective ring around you, panic written into every movement.

You could see them.

You were so close.

You turned slowly to the creature, breath hitching. He didn’t move. Not a twitch. He just stared.

That was when it hit you.

He wasn’t all powerful. He wasn’t in control, not completely.

He was scared.

You looked back at the fracture in reality, at Billy’s tear streaked face, at his words still echoing through your mind. You understood now.

That was your way out.

He’d said your name with love, with truth and it weakened the hold. You could feel it, like a thread unraveling the fabric of this world. His voice didn’t just reach you, it called you. Anchored you.

Your greatest weakness… was also your greatest weapon.

Billy.

You turned sharp and ran.

One foot slammed in front of the other, faster and faster. The creature shrieked behind you, a piercing, inhuman sound that rattled your bones and the world responded.

Rocks tore from the sky like missiles, crashing around you. Roots burst up from the ground, twisted and writhing like snakes, trying to trip you, trap you, pull you back into the dark. The air itself seemed to resist your movement, pressing against you like a wall.

But you didn’t stop.

You couldn’t.

You fought with all you had.

Billy’s voice rang louder now, echoing in your chest like a second heartbeat. Every word cracked the world a little more, widened the tear in reality.

You kept your eyes locked on that tear, the exit, the golden line in the darkness. The closer you got, the brighter it glowed.

Then, contact.

You threw yourself through the rift, screaming as light shattered around you, your body tumbling, falling in slow motion, until finally.

Gasp.

You shot upright from the forest floor with a violent inhale, coughing hard as water spewed from your lungs and down your chin.

Your body shook, a mixture of cold and shock. But you were here. You were back.

You cried between choked breaths, the relief tumbling out in broken sobs. “Billy…” (Y/N) gasped. “Billy!”

There he was.

Beside you, crawling forward and wrapping his arms around you. You collapsed into him, clinging to his soaked shirt, the scent of lake water and leather still clinging to him.

“Oh my god…” (Y/N) breathed, holding on tighter. “Oh my god, you’re here.”

His voice cracked. “I’ve got you, angel. I’ve got you. You’re okay… you’re here with me.”

Your father rushed over, skidding to his knees beside you. “Are you okay? What happened down there kid?” His voice was trembling, not with anger, but with fear.

You nodded weakly.

“I’m- i’m okay, I’m just… can we go?” (Y/N) asked softly.

Billy looked up at Hopper, who exchanged a glance with Joyce. She nodded gently.

That was enough.

“Yeah, let’s get outta here.” Hopper said, voice steady but low, already pulling off his jacket to wrap around your shoulders.

But again, Billy was faster, he’d picked up his brown, leather jacket and dropped it over your shoulders, sheltering you from the chill of the night. He didn’t hesitate. He scooped you up, your limbs weightless in his arms and held you close to his chest. You tucked your head into the curve of his neck, the warmth of his skin grounding you, his heartbeat hammering against your cheek as your legs dangled weakly from his arms.

As Hopper retrieved your discarded sweater from the shoreline, the group began the slow walk back to the truck. The air was still, the moon high above, casting a faint silver glow over the treetops. Water dripped steadily from your body and Billy’s jeans with every step.

Joyce followed behind, her eyes sweeping the trees, but she wasn’t the last to leave.

El lingered.

She stood at the edge of the lake, arms crossed, brows furrowed, eyes locked on the still black water. Something about it made her skin crawl. There was a feeling here, something she’d felt before. Something connected. Not just to the Mind Flayer.

Older. Smarter. More deliberate.

It had spoken to (Y/N). That wasn’t part of the Mind Flayer’s tactics. This was different.

Stronger.

Familiar.

Joyce’s voice cut through the silence. “Hey. You coming?” She asked.

El blinked, shaken from her thoughts. She pivoted quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I was just… nothing. I’m coming.” She responded shakily.

She cast one final glance back at the lake, now still, peaceful, like nothing had happened and followed the others towards the truck, her unease trailing close behind her like a shadow.

Somehow, she knew.

This wasn’t over.

Not yet.

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The ride home was quiet, tension thick in the silence that hung between breaths. Hopper had taken Joyce back to her place first. Then, in the dim light of the car’s dashboard, you explained in hushed tones that you had figured out a way to escape the creature, whatever it was. You didn’t know everything yet, only that it fed off of disconnection, disorientation, the kind of emotional unraveling that left people hollow. But you had learned something, it could be weakened. Anchoring yourself to strong memories, to real, visceral emotions, those were the keys. That’s what kept you grounded, what kept you here.

Still, back at your new home, the exhaustion hit all of you like a wave. The adrenaline was gone, leaving only raw nerves and aching muscles. The plan could wait. Morning would come fast, and with it, a clearer mind. El disappeared upstairs, too drained to say much more than a quiet goodnight. Your father had reluctantly agreed to let Billy stay the night, maybe sensing that none of you wanted to be alone.

You’d barely made it through the front door before Billy was by your side, supporting your weight without asking questions. Your limbs were heavy, your skin still clinging to the scent of the lake and whatever unearthly presence had lingered there. In the bathroom, he helped you undress with slow, careful hands, like you were made of glass. He’d joined you in the shower, not out of want, but need, a silent understanding passing between you. Under the hot spray, he’d washed the muck from your hair and the fear from your skin, his fingers moving gently, reverently, as if he was trying to scrub away the memory of what had almost happened.

Afterward, he helped you into his oversized, white t-shirt, it swallowing your frame as his did it, carried you to bed and climbed in beside you without a word. The room was quiet save for the soft rustle of sheets and the slow, rhythmic inhale and exhale of his chest against your head. He pulled you into him, one arm curled tightly around your lower back, the other slipping under your head to cradle it. His skin was warm, solid, the scent of his cologne barely lingering beneath clean soap and lake water.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” He murmured, his voice low and gravelly in the quiet.

“What?” (Y/N) asked, blinking up at him.

“You’re the first person to knock me out.” He chuckled softly, almost in disbelief. “And the only person to get away with it.” He added.

You turned your face into his chest.

“I’m sorry Billy, but I couldn’t let you go out there, you do so much for me, you always have, I wanted to do something for you, for once.” (Y/N) explained.

He shifted, drawing back just enough to look at you. “I’ve already told you.” He began, but you cut him off.

“I know. ‘Being in your life is enough.’ You’ve said it before.” (Y/N) sighed. “But it doesn’t feel like enough, not for me. I always feel like I’m falling short somehow, like I should be doing more.”

Billy’s brows furrowed, and his grip on you tightened. “You are enough.” He said firmly, his voice edged with something fierce and unshakable. “You. Just you alone. Are more than enough. Don’t ever put yourself in danger like that again, especially for me, you hear me? Let me take the hits, I’ll deal with the hard shit. That’s my job, okay?” He said, dominance laced in his voice.

You could feel the fear in him, buried just beneath the surface, clinging to the spaces between his words.

“I thought I lost you back there.” He added, voice cracking ever so slightly as he pressed a trembling kiss to your hair. “You scared the hell out of me.”

You buried yourself in his chest, listening to the heartbeat that had nearly stopped.

“Can we just sleep, talk about it tomorrow?” (Y/N) yawned.

“Yeah, sure, baby.” He exhaled, the tension easing just a little.

“I love you.” (Y/N) whispered.

“I love you too, angel.” He replied softly.

You hesitated, then pulled back to look him in the eyes. “No, Billy. I love you. So much. I’d do anything for you. I did.”

He cupped your cheek gently. “I know. You nearly died for me. And if it were you, I’d do the same, without a doubt. I’d die for you a hundred times if it meant keeping you safe.” He stated.

Your heart ached at the sincerity in his eyes, the way he said it like a vow, like a truth older than time. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before reaching over to flick off the bedside lamp. The room melted into darkness.

He rolled closer, pulling and pressing you tightly into him and dragging the covers over the both of you. His hand moved in slow, steady circles along your back, calming the chaos inside you.

“Goodnight, Billy.” (Y/N) murmured, placing a gentle kiss to the side of his neck.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He replied, his voice a soft rumble against your skin.

And slowly, with the steady beat of his heart against your spine and his hand still tracing comfort into you, sleep pulled you under, safe, for now.

Just as the quiet of the room settled into something almost peaceful, the air shifted, subtle, like the breath of a ghost.

Billy’s hand froze mid-stroke on your back.

His body tensed behind you.

“Did you feel that?” He whispered, voice suddenly sharp, alert.

You blinked, half asleep.

“Feel what?” (Y/N) questioned.

But before he could answer, the bedroom light flickered on.

Then off.

Then on again.

And then, from somewhere in the house, distant but clear, the grandfather clock in the hall began to chime.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then silence.

But the silence felt… wrong.

Because it wasn’t three o’clock.

It was 12:47.

And the clock had never worked.

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That’s My Girl Pt.3

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**SUMMARY - After your father, Hopper, and sister, El, go missing for a few days, you seek comfort at Billy’s place, only to end up sleeping in his car when he won’t wake. The next day, a slip of the tongue sparks a heated argument when you accidentally call Billy by your best friend’s name, Steve. Billy drives you home, where you spend the evening with Steve, until Billy shows up, forces him to leave and tensions flare. Just as the night settles, Hopper and El return with chilling news. Something dark has returned to Hawkins. Angry/Possessive Billy. Also Fluffy/Protective/Jealous Billy.

**TRIGGER WARNINGS - Possessive relationship. Alcohol consumption and Kissing. I think that’s all :)

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—————————————————————————————-One month later:

“Just a few more minutes.” (Y/N) whispered, the words barely audible against the backdrop of a late Hawkins night.

Each step crunched softly on the gravel, the sound amplified in the otherwise silent street. A shiver ran down your spine, not entirely from the cold, the darkness here felt deeper, more profound than anywhere else in town. Probably because Neil was back in town. Anxiety tightened its grip with every shadow that stretched long and distorted from the standing streetlights.

Your father, on the other hand, Hopper, had been absent for nearly two days, a fact that gnawed at your insides. El had mentioned this was typical behaviour, but what was even stranger, was that El hadn’t been home either. A sudden call to Mike and the others quickly confirmed your fears, she wasn't with them. Mike's reassurances, though well intentioned, echoed in your mind, a hollow comfort against the rising tide of unease. He told you he’d find El and not to worry.

“She always comes back.” He’d said, a silent promise that hung in the air.

The nights had become unbearable, each one stretching into an eternity of loneliness. Tonight, the pull towards Billy's house was too strong to ignore. You imagined the way his eyes would blaze with concern, the thought of his warmth and his protective anger pulled you forward, each step a little faster than the last.

“Finally.” (Y/N) exhaled, the frosty breath momentarily clouding the air before disappearing into the night.

Billy's house stood in the distance, a dark shape against the inky canvas of the sky. The neighborhood was hauntingly still, the only sound, the faint rustling of leaves in the wind.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you hurried up the steps and along the side of the house, each step measured and quiet on the loose gravel. The stones crunched softly under your weight and you winced, hoping the sound wouldn't carry and wake anyone inside. Reaching Billy's window, you leaned cautiously, peering through the small gap in the curtains. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of his bedside lamp that again, he forgot to turn off, casting long shadows across the walls.

There he was, your boyfriend, sprawled across his bed. His golden brown locks fell gently across his forehead, partially hiding his relaxed features. A wave of affection washed over you as you watched him sleep. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, Billy layed face down, his back a canvas of gentle slopes and shadowed dips. The warm tones of the light kissed his skin, turning his back and shoulder muscles into vibrant tones. The subtle, contoured definition of them peeked out, suggesting the power held within. Even in relaxation, the strength in his biceps was apparent, their forms lazily pressed against the cotton of the pillow and sheets.

You tapped lightly on the window, the sound barely detectable against the night. When there was no response, you knocked again, this time louder, your knuckles drumming against the glass.

But still, silence.

"Shit.” (Y/N) whispered, the word escaping her lips like a plume of smoke.

The frustration began to mount. Why was he asleep so early? Why tonight, of all nights?

Turning away from Billy's window, you made your way to Maxine’s instead, your footsteps quickening with anticipation. You peered through the glass, hoping to catch a glimpse of the redhead. But instead of finding Max lost in the pages of her favourite comics, you saw only the still form of your friend, fast asleep.

With another deep sigh, you pivoted, this time heading towards Billy's Camaro. There was no way on earth you were walking all the way back, especially with the temperature dropping faster than your hopes of Billy waking up. You hurried towards the car, goosebumps painting across your skin as the cold of the night seized you and the soles of your feet crunching against the rough, cold concrete. Before trying the door, you closed your eyes, offering a silent prayer that it would be unlocked.

Finally, you heard a soft 'click’ and your eyes snapped open, wide with relief. You scrambled as fast as you could into the back, fingers fumbling with the soft cotton of your blanket that Billy always kept on the back seats for you. You kicked off your shoes and unfolded it, spreading it wide and instantly cocooning yourself, the fuzzy fabric a small comfort against the chill. Curling into a shivering ball, you closed your eyes, attempting to sink into a deep, dreamless sleep and hoping the night would pass quickly.

——————————————————————————-

You jolted awake to a sharp thud, Billy yanked open the Camaro’s heavy door and dropped into the driver’s seat, the worn leather creaking under his weight. He slammed it shut without a glance, it startling you as you peeled your eyes open.

“Billy.” (Y/N) called out.

His head snapped towards you, brows furrowed and eyes wide.

“Jesus! What are you doing in here? Almost gave me a heart attack.” He said, heart hammering in his chest.

You scrubbed at your eyelids with the heels of your hands, tracing lazy circles over them in hopes that it would wake you up faster and propped yourself up on your elbow.

“I… I came to your window, but you were fast asleep. I tried Maxine’s too, but she was also out, sooo, I settled for the car. Didn’t wanna walk all the way back. El and my dad aren’t home, haven’t been for a few days.” (Y/N) explained.

“How long have you been out here?” Billy questioned, voice laced with concern.

“What time is it?” (Y/N) asked.

“Almost eleven a.m.” Billy stated.

“Ummm, about seven… maybe eight hours.” (Y/N) replied hesitantly.

“You walked your ass up here at three a.m.?” Billy asked, frustration bubbling up as his chest grew heavier with each breath.

“Mhm.” (Y/N) smiled proudly.

“(Y/N), it’s not funny! Anything could’ve happened to you, and I never woulda known about it. Don’t pull that shit again. I mean i-“ Billy paused, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

You were a bundle of warmth in your beloved blanket and your features were softened by sleep. Billy’s heart swelled with affection at the sight and he sighed.

“Just don’t do it again, or at least knock louder or something. Didn’t your parents ever teach you about walking the streets alone?” He scoffed, a hint of sarcasm in his words.

“Yeah, they did actually. But somehow they skipped the lesson on muscle cars and bad boys.” (Y/N) giggled, a playful tone in her voice.

Billy chuckled softly, a warm sound that vibrated through the small space and braced himself with his boots against the front of the car, pushing himself back and reaching out to you, his arms encircled you and he drew you closer. Crawling forward, carefully manoeuvring through the narrow space between the front seats of the Camaro, you parted your legs and straddled Billy. You spread the blanket wide, cocooned him in its folds and settled against him, the solid contours of his chest a comforting presence beneath you.

Enfolding you into a protective embrace, Billy’s gaze remained focused on the house, his expression unreadable. He showered your head with warm, soft kisses and the silken strands of your hair teased and tickled his lips with each press. Despite the tenderness of his touch, you couldn’t ignore the strong tension in his jaw, the muscles flexing and relaxing with a frantic rhythm. Every couple of seconds. Clench, unclench. Clench, unclench. It didn’t stop.

“You’re freezing, I’m taking you home.” Billy insisted, his tone brooking no argument. “You’re going to bed for a couple hours, you understand me? I’ll swing by at four, stay with you the night if you want me to.” He added.

“Okay.” (Y/N) scoffed.

Usually you’d argue, push back against his bossy tone. But the cold had seeped into your bones and exhaustion weighed you down. He was right… sleep was a necessity, not a suggestion.

You crashed your lips against Billy's, a desperate move fueled by adrenaline and a need for connection. The initial impact was electric and you opened your mouth wider, inviting him in. His tongue met yours, a heated dance of exploration, swirling and tangling with a hunger that mirrored your own. His hands, rough and warm, moved back and forth against the sides of your waist, igniting sparks beneath your skin. Your hands framed his face, fingers digging slightly into the stubble along his chiseled jawline as you deepened the kiss, pulling him closer.

You could feel the frantic beat of his heart against your palms as you broke apart, breathless. Without a word, you hopped off his lap and slid into the passenger seat, the air suddenly cooler against your flushed skin. Billy watched you, his eyes now dark and unreadable. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken desires, before he finally started the engine, the roar abruptly ending the intimacy you just shared. He shifted the car into gear and the sudden acceleration pressed you back against the seat as he sped off, the world outside a blur.

The entire car ride was filled with unease. You sensed something was off with Billy, but you couldn't quite place it.

“Stev- uh, I, uh, Bil-' (Y/N) started, but Billy cut her off.

“What did you just call me?” He snapped.

It had to be the dream. There was no other explanation for almost calling your boyfriend by your best friend's name.

“I didn't mean to, I-“ Billy cut (Y/N) off for the second time.

“Didn't mean to? How do you NOT mean to?” He grit out, glaring at you.

“It's because I had a dream and I was thinking about it. I accidentally said Steve. I honestly didn't mean to, Billy, please just leave it.” (Y/N) pleaded.

“Steve, huh… King Steve.” Billy scoffed, a sarcastic chuckle escaping his lips. “My girl dreams about Steve Harrington, can you believe that?” He mocked.

“No, it wasn't like that, Billy. You were there, yo-“

For the third and final time, Billy cut (Y/N) off, but this time, with music.

He cranked the radio to full volume and ‘wango tango’ blasted through the car.

You covered your ears, the sudden noise jarring after just waking up. The vibration made your head pound. Billy sped up, slapping the steering wheel in time with the music.

“So what you like it here now” He hissed.

“No, Billy, stop.” (Y/N) pleaded.

“No? Then why are you defending it? ‘Cause of Steve?” He asked, raising his tone.

“I’m not, just stop!” (Y/N) shouted.

He turned, head tilting lazily and giving you a heavy lidded look before turning back to the road, noticing a group of teens on bikes appearing in the distance. The same teens that you had recently became friends with.

Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas.

“Oh these your new hick friends?” He yelled, pressing harder on the gas.

“No, Billy, stop.” (Y/N) shouted.

“I guess you won’t care if I hit ‘em then huh, I get bonus points if I get ‘em all in one go?” He asked, a dangerous edge to his voice.

“Stop!” (Y/N) shouted, grabbing the wheel and swerving the car away from the teens.

You weren't one hundred percent scared. You knew Billy wouldn't put you at risk, that's exactly why you swerved, you knew he'd never let YOU get hurt, but sometimes you couldn’t help but fear for the safety of others when it came to Billy and his temper.

“YEAHHH, that was a close one huh!” Billy yelled as the car sped off down the road.

You glanced through the smudged back window of Billy’s Camaro, the air was heavy with pine sap and the distant chirps of birds, but inside the car, it was quiet, too quiet.

You exhaled sharply, the breath catching slightly in your chest before you turned back to face forward. The leather of the passenger seat creaked beneath you as you shifted, the lingering scent of cigarettes and cheap cologne suffocating you in the confined space.

After a few more minutes of winding through the forest flanked road, the Camaro rolled up the leafy drive, crunching slowly to a stop outside the cabin.

Home… Or at least the closest thing to it these days.

Billy parked with a jolt of the brake, letting the engine settle for a moment. You sat in silence.

The orange glow from the porch light that you forgot to turn off, flickered softly, moths orbiting the bulb like lost souls drawn to a dying flame.

You opened your door, stepping out slowly into the humid air, the soles of your shoes sinking slightly into the mossy earth. Then you turned, leaning into the open door.

“Are you gonna come in or not?” (Y/N) asked, watching him bathed in the soft light of the morning sun. She kept her voice calm, inviting, not pushing.

Billy drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Nah, princess.” He muttered, not meeting your eyes. “Got places to be. I’m sure Steve’ll come over.” He mocked.

You blinked, the name hitting like a backhand.

“Shut up, Billy.” (Y/N) snapped, voice cracking a little. “Just come in and calm down. I’ll get you a drink or something. Don’t make this a thing.” She added.

And just like that, he snapped.

His voice dropped low, edged with something crueler than anger, defensiveness dressed in spikes.

“I don’t need you to do anything for me.” He spat. “In fact, I don’t need you at all.” He finished.

The silence that followed was so loud it rang in your ears. You just stood there, chilled despite the now warm air, staring at him like maybe he’d take it back.

But he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He’s too stubborn for that.

“Fine.” (Y/N) said quietly, trying not to tremble.

You slammed the door harder than you intended. The sound echoed into the trees.

Your boots thudded up the wooden steps, dry leaves crunching underfoot. Inside the cabin, the air was cooler, but no less smothering. The porch light continued to flicker behind you as the Camaro tore off, dirt spraying and his engine growled into the quiet of the morning, leaving nothing but leaves and regret behind.

You stood still for a beat, then moved quickly, hand trembling slightly as you reached for the phone on the wall. Your fingers knew Steve’s number by muscle memory, before you could think twice, you were already halfway through dialing.

He answered after the second ring.

“Hello?” Steve’s voice was warm, calm and steady in a way Billy never quite managed.

“Hey, uh…” (Y/N) swallowed. “Wanna come over? My dad and El haven’t been home for a few days. And me and Billy just, argued. I could really do with th-“

Steve didn’t let you finish.

“Of course.” He said firmly. “I’ll be there in ten.” He finished.

He hung up before you could respond.

You set the phone back in its cradle and exhaled slowly. The quiet of the cabin settled in around you like a blanket, one too heavy to feel comforting. You moved on autopilot to the kitchen, reaching into the freezer for a box of Eggos. Your new go to comfort food, thanks to El.

The toaster clicked. You busied yourself with syrup and sprinkles, ignoring the ache in your chest and the ghost of Billy’s words in your ears. ‘I don’t need you.’

You didn’t hear the knock at first, but the second time it was louder, almost cautious.

“Come in!” (Y/N) called out, not moving from the kitchen.

The old wooden door creaked as Steve entered. He looked like he’d slung any clothes on that he could find, button down half untucked, hair ruffled, but not messy, still very Steve.

“Heyyy- Oh, Eggos. Nice! El really got you addicted to these damn things, huh?” He said, stepping into the cabin and rubbing the back of his neck.

“I can’t stop eating them.” (Y/N) laughed weakly. “They’re like… edible therapy.”

Steve grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Come on. What happened?” He questioned.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, the posture casual, but there was a tension in his shoulders. He was listening closely.

You hesitated, then unloaded it all. The ride home. The silence. The comment. The name.

Steve blinked, then let out a laugh, a short, stunned one.

“You called Billy… me?” He asked, eyes wide.

You nodded miserably.

“Oh man. That must’ve hit him like a brick to the balls.” He shook his head, chuckling. “I’d give anything to have seen the look-“

You swiftly cut him off.

“Steve!” (Y/N) hissed, embarrassed.

“Sorry, sorry, that was mean.” He said, holding up his hands. “But come on, it’s a little funny.” He added.

You gave him a look, but couldn’t hold back a small smile. Somehow, Steve always knew when to lean into humor and when to back off.

You wiped your hands on a dish towel.

“I didn’t really plan anything for us to do. I guess I just needed someone to talk to. But we could… watch a movie? Or something?” (Y/N) asked softly.

“Yeah. Let’s do it.” His answer was immediate, like there was never a question.

You both wandered to the couch, the old cushions sagging under your combined weight. The cabin’s interior was all warm wood and mismatched thrift store furniture, lit by the flicker of a single table lamp. After twenty minutes of indecision and a very heated debate about whether ‘Die Hard’ counted as a Christmas movie, you finally settled on ‘Predator’.

It was a little on the nose, but it worked. The comforting boom of action scenes filled the silence between you, until your breathing had settled and the tightness in your chest had begun to loosen.

Steve draped a blanket over both of you at some point, casual, like muscle memory. It smelled like the woods and clean laundry. It smelled like home.

You baked a cake during the second movie, something halfway between chocolate and vanilla, with uneven frosting and too many sprinkles. Steve swore it was the best damn cake he’d ever had. You talked about the madness of Hawkins, about how things had changed and how they hadn’t. About the weird void left after the supernatural dust had settled.

By the time you checked the clock, it was after 11 p.m.

You were leaning into Steve’s shoulder now, your legs stretched across the couch. The TV glowed dimly, playing trailers you’d seen a thousand times. Outside, the forest was quiet. No monsters. No chaos. Just fireflies blinking lazily between the trees.

And still, no sign of Billy.

You stared into the half finished plate of cake and whispered, “Do you think he meant it? That he didn’t need me?”

Steve didn’t answer right away. He glanced at you, his expression soft.

“No.” He said finally. “I think he’s scared. I think he always has been. People like Billy… they push away the people they care about the most. Because losing them would hurt too much, you know?” He added.

“That’s not fair.” (Y/N) swallowed.

“I know.” Steve said. “But it’s true.” He added.

You nodded, tears pricking at your lashes, but you didn’t cry. Not yet. Instead, you leaned in a little closer. And Steve let you.

For now, it was enough.

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Billy’s pov-

“That’s how you do it, Hawkins! That’s how you do it!” Billy’s voice cut through the air of the crowded garden, a proud roar as he slammed his hand down on the keg.

The garden erupted with cheers, but Billy barely noticed. He was in his element, king of the night, undefeated, the name on everyone’s lips. The ‘Keg King’ crown wasn’t just a title, it was his identity, and tonight, he was ruling without contest. The party belonged to Tommy H, of course, one of the town’s notorious instigators and Billy was a regular at these wild gatherings. He moved through the crowd like he owned it, his signature look impossible to miss.

Worn denim jeans that hugged his lean frame, cinched by a scuffed black leather belt that had seen better days but carried its own rugged charm. His black leather boots scraped against the concrete floor, matching the jacket slung over his broad shoulders, no shirt underneath, just the raw confidence of a guy who knew exactly how to turn heads and push limits.

“Hey, didn’t bring your girl tonight, Billy? What’s the deal?” Tommy’s voice slithered into his ear, laced with teasing menace as he clapped a heavy arm around Billy’s shoulder.

The heat of the crowd pressed in, but it was Tommy’s words that stuck like a thorn.

Billy shrugged him off, his jaw tight.

“Nah, she’s sleeping.” He said, voice low and clipped, hoping to end the conversation there.

Tommy smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You sure about that, man? Nancy Wheeler’s over there, you see? And Steve? Still a no show. You don’t think that’s a little bit of coincidence?” He jabbed the air with a finger, clearly enjoying the reaction he was provoking.

Tommy loved stirring the pot, thriving on drama and watching the chaos unfurl. Billy felt the familiar rush of blood surge in his veins, a sharp mix of anger, jealousy and something more vulnerable he hated to admit. His temper flared, his fists clenched and without a word, he pushed Tommy’s arm away.

He stormed through the house, the noise of laughter and music fading behind him like a bad memory. His boots hit the porch hard, echoing against the wooden steps as he made his way to his sanctuary… His beloved, unmistakable Camaro. The sleek machine sat under the streetlamp’s dull glow, its blue paint gleaming faintly, waiting like a loyal beast.

Billy slipped inside, the worn leather seat molding to his frame like it was made for him. He plucked a cigarette from the crumpled pack on the dash and pressed it between the fullness of his lips, lighting it with a practiced flick of his lighter. The first drag burned sharp and fierce, a bitter comfort against the storm raging in his chest. With a slow, deliberate motion, he shifted the car into gear, the engine growling to life, powerful and restless, just like him, as he peeled away from the curb and disappeared into the night.

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(Y/N’s) pov-

You and Steve were sitting cross legged on the worn wooden floor of the living room, playing continuous rounds of Snog, Marry, Avoid. A ridiculous, childish game that somehow bubbled laughter from both of you, the kind of laughter that made the weight of the day seem lighter.

“Uh, I’d definitely avoid Tommy, at all costs.” (Y/N) said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Can you even imagine th-“

Before you could finish, the front door slammed open with a force that shattered the peaceful bubble of your moment. Your laughter cut off instantly.

Billy stood in the doorway, his presence like a sudden storm. His head tilted back as he laughed, a dark, sinister sound that sent a chill down your spine, before his eyes locked onto yours with a sharp, challenging gaze.

“Really?” His voice was low, almost mocking, as he cocked an eyebrow.

“Go away, Billy.” (Y/N) said firmly, sounding braver than you felt, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sudden tension.

He smirked, the cocky grin you knew too well.

“You want me to go away?” He questioned.

“Yeah. You don’t need me, remember?” (Y/N) shot back, her tone dripping with mockery.

Billy laughed, brushing it off like a challenge.

“Come on, baby, I was just pissed.” He said, his gaze flicking over to Steve and his voice suddenly hardened. “You. Out. Now.” He demanded.

Steve’s jaw clenched, but before he could reply, you stood, planting yourself between the two of them.

“No, he doesn’t need to go anywhere.” (Y/N) said firmly, the authority in her voice surprising even herself. “This is my house. I decide who stays or goes.” (Y/N) finished.

Billy’s smirk faded for a heartbeat, replaced by something sharper.

“Last time I checked, sweetheart, you’re my girlfriend. That means I have a say in whatever the hell I want.” He stated.

“Last time I checked, I didn’t need you either.” You scoffed.

Your words hit him like a tone of bricks all at once and for a brief moment, he was still.

“You don’t need me, huh?” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.

“Uh-huh.” (Y/N) muttered, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor, unwilling to meet his gaze.

Steve’s eyes flicked rapidly between the two of you, caught in the storm brewing in the room.

Billy sniffed up, exhaled sharply and closed the door behind him, sealing you all inside. He leaned back against the solid wood, tilting his head until it rested on the door and looked down at you through half lidded eyes, another cocky smile playing on his lips.

“You want me to leave, huh?” His voice was low, teasing. “You don’t need me. Is that right?” He asked.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Show me.” He demanded, stepping closer.

“What?” (Y/N) looked up, meeting his eyes.

“I said, show me.” He cocked his head down. “Show me you don’t need me, baby.” He insisted.

“How?” (Y/N) whispered, heart hammering against her ribs like a caged bird.

“Oh, you need me to help you find a way?” He asked, his smirk deepening.

“No.” (Y/N) replied firmly.

“Uh-huh.” He mumbled, folding his arms, eyes heavy and unreadable. “Show me, angel.” He asked again.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you stood and walked towards him. You glanced up briefly to meet his eyes (smiling and chewing his gum lazily) before reaching behind him and pulling the door open.

Billy shifted his weight, blocking your way as he slammed the door shut again. You frowned, trying once more, only to be met with the same immovable barrier. He wasn’t budging, not without your permission.

“Need help, angel?” He teased.

“No.” (Y/N) rubbed her tired eyes, the frustration building.

“You sure? All you gotta do is ask me to move, baby. Use your words, tell me what you need.” His voice was soft now, almost coaxing.

The shift in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. Billy noticed immediately, his smirk widening.

“Yeah, didn’t think so.” He chuckled, wrapping an arm possessively around your waist and guiding you towards the kitchen.

Your head hung low, shame prickling at your cheeks. You hated that you always gave in to him. You hated that you couldn’t resist his cocky grin and those deep, demanding eyes. You avoided Steve’s gaze as you followed Billy, allowing yourself to be lifted and placed gently on the counter.

Billy’s hands settled on either side of your legs, his body leaning in, narrowing the space between you. His eyes roamed over you, while he continued to chew his gum with lazy confidence.

“Who do you belong to, sweetheart?” His voice was a low rumble, filled with possession.

You looked down, fingers twisting nervously.

“Look at me, baby.” He commanded.

You obeyed, eyes locking with his.

“Who do you belong to?” He repeated, his voice softer but no less intense.

“You.” (Y/N) whispered.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” His smirk deepened.

“You. Billy.” (Y/N) said louder, stealing a glance at Steve, who looked away awkwardly.

“Good.” His grin widened. “And you’re not going to pull this shit again, are you?” He questioned.

“No.” You promised.

“What was that-“ He started, but you cut him off sharply.

“No, Billy.” (Y/N) repeated.

“Good girl.” He said, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Billy pushed away from the counter, towering over Steve, who was now fiddling with his hair, clearly uncomfortable.

“Beat it, Harrington.” Billy growled.

Steve raised his eyebrows, smirking.

“Gotcha.” He responded sharply.

You jumped down from the counter and stepped forward.

“Steve, I’ll call you tomorrow.” (Y/N) promised.

Billy’s laughter echoed in the room, his gaze locking with yours as if to say ‘No, you definitely won’t.’

“Yeah, I had fun hanging out with you tonight. Maybe we’ll do it again sometime?” Steve asked, heading for the door.

Billy’s jaw clenched, fists tightening once more. Steve caught the signal and slipped out, the door slamming behind him.

Billy exhaled heavily and turned back to you, but before he could fully face you, you pulled him close, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your lips found his, fierce and demanding, swallowing the tension between you.

Your tongues collided as you breathed deeply into each others mouths. His breath was heavy with smoke and booze, the remnants of Tommy H’s party clinging to him like a second skin. Your hands traced his jaw, slid down his neck and pushed his leather jacket off, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the heat radiating from his skin.

Billy pulled back slightly, smirking. He knew exactly how to get under your skin, knew how your body answered to his every word and touch. And he used it to his advantage. And as frustrating as it was, you never complained.

“I knew you didn’t want me to leave.” He chuckled, closing the gap again, your lips teasing his just before you pulled away, making him groan.

“That’s a dangerous game, baby.” His voice dropped, a low rumble. “You know that.” He added.

“Thought you didn’t need me.” (Y/N) teased, smirking.

“I always need you. I’m sorry, alright.” His eyes softened.

“Show me.” (Y/N) challenged.

Billy laughed, tilting his head back, loving that you’d flipped his own words on him.

“You want me to show you?” He asked, sweat glistening on his sun kissed skin, pooling faintly at his collarbones.

“Uh-huh.” (Y/N) murmured.

“Alright. I’ll let you think you’re in control. Just this once.” He grinned, closing the distance and kissing you deeply, then stopping abruptly with a furrowed brow, realising what you just did.

There it was. That eye roll. The one that had stolen his heart from the start.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Billy’s voice dropped, fingers tightening on the counter.

“Maybe.” (Y/N) teased back.

Billy’s body tingled with a feeling he could never describe , a feeling only you gave him and lifted you effortlessly, your legs curling around his waist as he carried you to your bedroom. He laid you down gently before climbing on top, hovering over you, lips trailing hot, wet kisses along your neck.

You let out a soft moan, knowing, in that moment, Billy was about to show you exactly who you belonged to.

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Later, tangled in the sheets, breathless and exhausted, you rested in Billy’s arms. The cigarette smoke from earlier still lingered faintly as he gently played with your hair, his skin warm against yours. You looked up at him, your heart melting at the sight of a man who adored you more than words could say.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I didn’t mean all that shit I said.” He added.

“It’s okay.” (Y/N) replied softly. “Me too. And I’m sorry for calling you Steve, but it really was an accident. We’re just friends.” She promised.

Billy looked away, shadows flickering behind his eyes as if he knew something you didn’t. But you brushed it aside, curling closer into his chest.

“I love you, baby.” He murmured.

“I love you too, Billy.” (Y/N) yawned.

“Come on, go to sleep before I ask you to run away with me or some crazy shit.” He teased, taking a drag of his cigarette and staring out the window.

You smiled inwardly. You absolutely would. You’d do anything to be with him.

“Why don’t we do something tomorrow?” (Y/N) asked.

“Like what?” He asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe take Max to the mall, or something.” (Y/N) suggested.

Before he could answer, the door slammed open with a force that shook the entire cabin.

“THREE INCHES!!!” Your dad’s voice boomed.

“Dad! Shit, um… We were just- Billy was- I…” (Y/N) stumbled, searching for words.

“Is it okay if Billy stays the night?” (Y/N) asked, voice small.

Hopper sighed, rubbing his temples.

“Sure, kid. But for the sake of your poor old dad, leave the door open. Three inches!” He spat, glaring at your half clothed boyfriend in disgust.

“Where have you been? It’s been days!” (Y/N) pressed.

Hopper’s eyes darkened.

“There’s something going on in town. I want you as far away from it as possible. I’ll explain everything tomorrow but for now-”

He stopped suddenly, hearing the door of the cabin open and sensing a presence behind him. Pivoting sharply, his gaze landed on El.

“Where the hell have you been?!” He demanded an answer.

Hopper’s face hardened as he noticed the tears still fresh on El’s cheeks. Something was very wrong. Her eyes never left you.

“El, are you okay?” (Y/N) asked, voice laced with worry. “What’s going on?” She finished.

El’s wide, glassy eyes flicked over to Billy, just for a second, but that second was enough. It wasn’t just a look, it was a warning. A silent message, heavy with urgency and something darker… Something familiar.

Billy’s jaw tensed, his expression shifting in an instant. The air around him seemed to thicken, his posture rigid as the weight of her meaning sank in. That look, he’d seen it before. Felt it. Lived it. And now, it was back.

He sat up and his arm tightened protectively around your waist, almost instinctively, like his body remembered something his voice didn’t yet say out loud. A flicker of fear crossed his eyes, but it wasn’t for himself. It was for you. And he knew what it meant, for Hawkins, for all of them. But more than anything, he knew what it meant for you.

El took a steadying breath, her gaze sweeping the room one last time, Billy, your father, then finally landing on you. Her voice was low but firm, cracking slightly under the strain of whatever she had just faced.

“It- is not - safe.” She said. “You, are not safe. We need to leave. Now.” She demanded.

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That’s My Girl Pt.2

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**SUMMARY - After rescuing Billy from the Mind Flayer and relocating to Hawkins to be with him, you embrace life with your new family. El showcases her abilities and spies on Billy. Assuming his words of affection were for another girl, you grow distant. Seeking solace, you attend Tommy H's party and drink uncontrollably, only to confront a disturbing figure from your past, Oliver Miller, your recently released from jail, abusive ex boyfriend, prompting Billy to intervene and protect you. Angry Billy, Protective Billy.

**TRIGGER WARNINGS - Heavy Violence, mentions of trauma and abuse, flashbacks of abuse, abusive ex boyfriend, controlling behaviour, swearing, kissing, mentions of drowning, heavy, uncontrollable alcohol use. This fic is not for the faint heart, please proceed with caution. I do not take responsibility if this triggers you, it is your responsibility to read the trigger warnings, they are there for a reason.

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I do not own the rights to the following characters, other than Tiffany Anderson and Oliver Miller, who I created myself, all other characters are created and owned by the Duffer Brothers- Stranger Things.

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains, painting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. Last night felt like a dream, a reunion so tender it still tugged at the edges of your heart. You were cocooned against Billy, his arm was a heavy, comforting weight around your waist and the other was propped gently under your head. The air around you was thick with the lingering scent of his unique, almost musky warmth of his skin, a scent you had missed more than words could say.

Billy, on the other hand, seemed to of barely slept. Dark circles smudged above the creases of his under eyes, but they sparkled with an intensity that made your stomach flutter.

As you shifted slightly, his grip tightened almost immediately. You were wearing his white, lifeguard sweater, the faded print barely visible, but the soft cotton was like a second skin. It had ridden up in the night, exposing the curve of your hip and the pale expanse of your back.

Billy's fingers traced a lazy pattern along your spine, each touch sending shivers down your skin. He chuckled softly, a low rumble that vibrated against your ear and you got the feeling that he was teasing you about the sweater. You snuggled closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck, legs wrapped tightly around his torso and arms swung lazily over his broad, muscular shoulders, while you breathed in the familiar scent that had haunted your dreams for so long.

Opening your eyes felt like surfacing from a deep sleep, your eyelids heavy and your mind still hazy with the remnants of dreams. The first thing you saw was Billy's face, his gaze already fixed on you with an adoring expression. There was a tenderness in his eyes that made your heart ache, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken words that hung between you. A slow smile spread across your face, mirroring his own and you knew, in that moment, you’d never leave his side again.

"Good morning, Princess.” Billy said through a warm smile.

“What time is it?” (Y/N) yawned.

Usually, you woke up before Billy, so you were surprised to see him already awake.

"Ten thirty. How’d you sleep?" Billy asked.

Your confused expression melted into a smile.

“So good!” (Y/N) said through a full bodied stretch.

“How did you sleep?” She whispered, while returning the question.

"Perfect.” Billy replied, through a delicate smile that sat softly on his face.

You knew he was lying, his eyes were bloodshot red and his hair was neatly in place. He'd been watching over you for the entire night.

“Mhm.” (Y/N) teased.

“I need to get you to Hopper's today, so you can get settled in. I'll give him the rundown on everything. It's his day off, but he could get called in for work at any point. You can stay here a few more nights after we’ve worked everything out, just until my dad comes home.” Billy explained.

“H- Hopper?" (Y/N) asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Oh, shit, sorry, uh- El, you remember the girl, from last night with the uh- the- the powers? Hopper's her dad, well, kinda.” Billy clarified.

(Y/N) tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“Kinda?" She questioned.

"It's a long story. He took her in and adopted her, that's all you need to know for now, I’ll explain the rest when you’re settled in.” Billy promised.

The sound of approaching footsteps flooded your ears and just a short second later, Max swung Billy's door open without so much as a courtesy knock.

“(Y/N)” She called, voice low and soft.

“Jesus... What now!" Billy snapped.

(Y/N) playfully pinched Billy's bare chest, silently telling him to be nice to Maxine and turned back to her with a warm smile painted across her face.

“Yeah?” (Y/N) responded.

"Uh- I was wondering if you could help me... I'm having girl problems." She whispered behind the palm of her hand, gesturing for (Y/N) to follow her.

“Yeah, of course! I’ll be right out.” (Y/N) said, voice riddled with concern.

You turned to face Billy, a sudden impulse drawing you closer and gripped his chin between the soft tips of your index and thumb, feeling the slightly rough stubble beneath them. You brought his face forward and kissed him on the cheek a handful of times, each press of your lips a small, deliberate act of affection. Billy lowered his lashes until they eventually fluttered shut as he received them. He felt your palm cradling his face, the soft pressure grounding him in the moment. Feeling your touch, your presence, made him fill with a love that was both overwhelming and indescribable.

“I’m gonna go and help Max and then I’ll get ready, go take a shower, I’ll be done by the time you get out.” (Y/N) said, convincingly.

You unfolded the bedsheets, the crisp cotton rustling softly in the quiet room. Pushing yourself up from Billy’s bed, you felt the slight dip from where you had been laying, the warmth lingering faintly beneath your hand. You stood, the wooden floorboards a sharp, icy cold, shock beneath your bare feet and reached up, you gathered your hair, the strands cool against the back of your neck and quickly tied it into a messy bun, a quick tug and tuck and you were done. You slowly made your way to the door, each footstep echoed faintly in the otherwise silent house and left Billy to his own devices.

You headed for Max’s room. The door was slightly ajar, a slither of light spilling into the hallway. Inside, Max was sat at the edge of her bed, her leg bouncing nervously.

"Hey, Max.” (Y/N) said, her voice soft in the doorway.

“Oh, hey, uh- so here’s the thing, I don’t do all of the thoughts and feelings crap and I know you already know that, but I missed your stupid ass and I wondered if you wanted to hang out with me and El today, just the three of us?" Max asked, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"Thought you were having girl problems, huh?" (Y/N) said with a smile, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Yeah well, I didn’t wanna ask in front of Billy, he’d of tried to keep you to himself, he’s like a rash, a smelly, annoying rash." Max said, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“Okay, okay, fine… Let’s do it.” (Y/N) said through a slight chuckle.

“I’ll go and throw some clothes on and then we’ll get outta here, sound good?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Sure.” Max replied, a smile painted across her face.

You rushed back to Billy’s bedroom, a sense of urgency driving your steps. But as you glanced around, reality hit hard, you had no extra clothes with you, nothing, other than the ones you wore last night. And those clothes… they reeked of a smell you couldn’t quite describe, a mix of damp and something vaguely otherworldly, a lingering souvenir from the Mind Flayer, they looked like costume from a bad dream, they had definitely seen better days.

Panic began to settle in. You pivoted sharply, your bare feet sticking and peeling against the wooden floor, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. Every second felt like an eternity as you charged down the hallway, desperate to escape the smell of evil. Reaching Max’s door, you paused, catching your breath before cautiously poking your head inside.

“Uhhh- sooo, I have no clothes.” (Y/N) blurted out, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.

You needed to borrow something, anything, and fast.

Maxine returned your giggles with a playful smile of her own, understanding the urgency in your situation. She scurried over to her wardrobe, a vibrant collection of colors and patterns and began rifling through the hangers. After a moment, she turned heel and greeted you with a pair of well worn denim shorts and a bright yellow t-shirt, the fabric soft and inviting.

"Here, these should work.” Maxine said, handing them to you with a reassuring smile.

"Thank you, thank you, you’re a life saver!" (Y/N) exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

With the borrowed clothes in hand, you darted back to Billy’s room, trying to be as quick as possible against the clock.

Reaching the room, you wasted no time in pulling the t-shirt over your head, the soft cotton a welcome relief against your skin and started tugging the shorts up, the denim clinging to your waist, you felt a sudden presence behind you. Your heart skipped a beat as you snapped back, eyes widening in surprise.

Leaning against the door frame, Billy stood there, a captivating figure against the well lit room. His body was still glistening from the shower, water droplets tracing paths down his perfectly toned muscles, highlighting the sculpted contours of his chest and arms. His hair, usually a wild mane of unruly waves and a riot of volume, was now a look of defined spirals that clung close to his head, almost dry from the rough towelling.

A soft, white towel was draped casually around his neck, adding to the effortless allure of his presence. He was wearing his signature black shorts, the ones he always wore to work out in, the dark fabric complimenting him perfectly against his sun kissed skin.

A moment of silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of your own ragged breathing. His gaze was intense, unwavering and filled with an undeniable admiration. A subtle smile played on his lips as he spoke, his voice a low, husky murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

"You're beautiful.” He stated simply, the words carrying a weight that resonated deep within you.

You offered Billy a shy smile and a quiet ‘thank you’ before crossing the space between you. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you looked up as he framed your face with his large, warm palms.

“So, I uh- I’m going to spend the day with Max and El. That okay?" (Y/N) questioned.

Billy scoffed playfully.

“Jesus, that little shit's obsessed with you. You’ve barely been here two minutes and she's already trying to take you from me.” He said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Soooo… That a yes?" (Y/N) pressed.

"Sure, whatever. I'll hang with Tommy while I wait. Just call me when you're ready. Max knows the number, you'll be fine." He reassured.

"Okay, yeah." (Y/N) replied, unable to suppress an excited grin.

"But we’re talking to Hopper first. I need to make sure you have a place to stay when my dad gets back." Billy's tone brooked no argument.

"Okay, Billy.” (Y/N) agreed easily.

Moving to Hawkins hadn't been on your radar. Back in California, you had a solid group of friends, nights blurring into mornings with parties and laughter, a deliberate escape from the fractured reality of your life. You'd lived with your friend, Tiffany Anderson, for years, ever since your parents got divorced and had left you adrift. The move wouldn't raise any eyebrows or cause concern. You were used to relying only on yourself, Billy knew that.

He dressed quickly, sticking to his signature denim on denim look, his commitment to it almost consistent. A denim jacket with equally favoured denim jeans, the texture of both pieces slightly worn but undeniably stylish. He paired the look with his black boots, that clearly showed signs of age but still looked great and grounded the outfit, while the black belt, its buckle understated, cinched at his waist and finally, beneath the layers of denim, a crisp white tank top completed the look.

Seeing Billy in his usual attire sparked an idea. You remembered that you couldn't wear his denim jacket from the night before because it needed a good, long wash… Either that or it needed to be tossed in the trash.

"Can I borrow another jacket? Mine, well… Yours, still smells like shit, it’s bad. From last night, I mean.” (Y/N) joked, hoping he wouldn't mind.

“Yeah, sure, don't need to ask me, baby. Help yourself next time.” Billy said casually.

He grabbed another denim jacket from his wardrobe, one he hadn't worn in a while since he'd outgrown it and slipped it over your shoulders.

Looking up at him after thanking him, you blurted out a very quick, "I love you, Billy."

Billy met your gaze directly and then latched hungrily onto your lips, his tongue swirled against yours for a good few seconds, followed by a playful nibble at your bottom lip. He pulled away gently, a wide smile lighting up his face along with your own.

“I love you too, baby.” He responded softly. "Come on, let's go before we miss Hop, you can keep the jacket.” He finished.

You quickly pulled over and laced up your white Converse shoes and hurried down the hallways and into Max's room.

“You ready?" (Y/N) asked, after knocking lightly on the door.

"I was born ready.” Max replied, a phrase she used quite frequently before opening the door and stepping out to meet you.

The three of you made your way towards the front door, you and Maxine sharing giggles that echoed slightly in the confined space of the thin hallway. Billy trailed behind, a soft scoff escaping his lips, not because he was angry at your enjoyment, but from a yearning to reclaim the time lost during your year apart. Today, your first day back with him, felt as though Maxine had unknowingly stolen the time he could’ve had with you.

Billy held the door open, gesturing for you and Maxine to pass him. As you did, a sharp, playful slap landed on your rear, eliciting a quick turn of your head in surprise. Your jaw hit the floor and your eyes pierced through his. Billy's smirk was full of mischief as he shut the door behind him. The three of you hurried down the weathered steps and settled into the plush leather seats of Billy’s car.

“Ready?" Billy asked, tucking a cigarette between his lips.

A chorus of approvals followed.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) replied, with Maxine adding an impatient, "Yes, go!"

With a flick of his lighter, the cigarette was lit, Billy turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life, filling the air with its powerful vibrations. Shifting the car into gear, Billy navigated the streets at a reckless speed and headed for Hopper’s place.

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“It’s nicer inside, I promise.” You heard Max say as the three of you fixed your gaze onto Hoppers cabin.

Billy looked over at you in the passenger seat.

“It’s temporary, I promise.” He reassured.

The car crunched to a halt on the gravel. You climbed out, leaves rustling below you and headed for the front door, Billy guiding you and Max trailing behind. The old wooden steps of Hopper's cabin groaned and creaked with every footstep. Before Billy could even raise his hand to knock, the door swung inward, revealing Hopper's imposing figure.

“Hargrove.” He greeted, his voice a low rumble, "what brings you here?" He finished.

A flicker of excitement lit up El's face as she peered from behind him, her eyes locked onto you.

“(Y/N)!" She exclaimed, waving with excitement.

You returned her smile, a sense of nervous anticipation swirling inside you.

“Got a minute?" Billy asked Hopper, a hint of urgency in his voice.

“Sure, but make it quick. I'm on a tight schedule, it’s supposed to be my day off.” Hopper replied with a slight huff, his gaze shifting between Billy, you and Maxine.

After a hurried explanation from Billy and El, Hopper's stern expression softened. He relented, agreeing to let you stay with them and take you in as one of his own. Questions about your parents and previous living situations hung in the air, but upon understanding your circumstances, a sense of protectiveness washed over him. He saw someone in need of a home, just like El.

El, meanwhile, was overjoyed at the thought of having a sister, a normal, sister, someone new to share her life with, someone she could trust.

A visible weight lifted off of Billy's shoulders as he gave you a reassuring nod, a silent promise of safety.

El, bubbling with excitement, grabbed yours and Maxine’s hands, pulling you towards her room. As you stepped inside, a wave of nervousness hung over you, but a shout from Billy stopped you in your tracks.

“Hey, call me when you're ready to leave, okay?" He said firmly.

“Yeah, sure, see ya later.” (Y/N) replied, offering a small smile.

A fleeting pang of disappointment crossed Billy's face as he realized he wouldn't receive a proper goodbye, your usual kiss on his cheek and a tight hug, but he masked it with a nod, understanding your eagerness to bond with your new sister.

Hopper, after a few more passing words with Billy, announced that he had to leave for work. Promising to be on your best behavior, you watched him disappear into the woods, heading for his truck, leaving you alone with El and Max.

An hour passed in a flurry of conversation, as you delved into the depths of El's life in Hawkins. But El's attention soon drifted, her thoughts consumed by Mike, her now ex boyfriend. Max, too, was grappling with a recent breakup with Lucas, the aftermath of a petty argument.

“Oh, don't worry about it.” Max said, trying to lighten the mood. "He'll come crawling back to you in no time, begging for forgiveness. I guarantee you, he and Lucas are probably wallowing in self pity, going, 'Ohhh, I hope they take us back.'" She giggled. “God, what I'd give to see their stupid faces.” Maxine added.

Max's attempt at humor fell flat as El's eyes widened, an idea forming in her mind. You and Maxine exchanged a silent, questioning look before turning back to El.

Seizing the opportunity, El grabbed the old radio, its static filling the room and blindfolded herself. With a deep breath, she focused her powers, attempting to tap into the world of Lucas and Mike.

“Is this really going to work?" Max asked, skepticism lacing her voice.

"Holy shit, this is insane!" She exclaimed, but El quickly silenced her.

“Max!” She hissed.

“Right yeah, got it, quiet.” Max replied.

For a few minutes, the room was filled with nothing but the crackling of the radio and El's focused concentration, but soon after, giggles erupted as she relayed snippets of Mike and Lucas’s conversation, followed by their gross, typical, boy behaviour.

“Oh, wait, spy on Billy!" Max exclaimed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she looked in your direction.

Eleven nodded her head in silence and focused for the second time and a thin, trickle of blood escaped from her nostril.

“What’s he doing?” Maxine asked followed by uncontrollable giggles that escaped your lips.

“He’s… Talking. To a- a boy.” El said, her brow furrowed in concentration under the soft fabric of the blindfold.

You knew it was Tommy H. Billy had already told you he’d be spending his time with him until he picked you up. But a strange pang of… something… resonated in your chest.

“What’s he saying?” (Y/N) asked, trying to sound casual.

“He wanted, to spend, the day with her… but. It. Is. Not. Fair on (Y/N).” El said, parroting Billy’s words, her eyes darting around under her eyelids as if the words themselves were moving objects.

“What, who? Me?” (Y/N) asked, glancing over at Max in confusion.

Max shrugged, the same confused look on your face, now on hers.

“I think so, I don’t know.” She said.

“He says, he did. Not. Think. That he was ca- capable of feeling like this again. She. Changed. Everything.” Eleven continued, her voice strained.

El lowered the blindfold and looked straight at you, her expression unreadable.

“What. Is. Capable?” El asked.

“It means power, like he didn’t know he had the power to feel like this again.” Max blurted out, a little too quickly. “What was that about?” She asked you, her eyes searching your face for an answer.

“I don’t know.” (Y/N) responded, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.

Another half hour passed. You all made Eggo’s and started to watch a movie. Billy's words echoed in your mind, stirring a confusing mix of emotions and Max, kept glancing over at you with a knowing look in her eyes.

“Hey, why don’t we uh… Why don’t we go to the mall? Get you some new clothes? Anddd, I heard Tommy H is having a party at his place tonight. You should go, get to know everyone, make friends.” She stated, a little too brightly.

“We- are, her friends.” El said, her voice laced with a hint of anger and jealousy. She didn’t like the idea of sharing you with anyone else.

“Yes, we are, but we’re practically sisters too. She needs to meet people her own age.” Max said, her tone softening.

Hopper knew Maxine was coming over and had already put a sum of money in the cupboard under the sink, just in case her and El decided to go somewhere. You had your own money too, the money you entered Hawkins with. It wasn’t much but it was enough to get you from A to B. You’d taken it from your old denim jacket and stuffed it into your new one before you left his house. So, you were more than prepared to go to the mall.

The journey began with a dash to catch the departing bus. A flurry of laughter and shared excitement filled the brief ride until finally, Star Court Mall emerged into view, signaling the start of an exciting outing.

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The hours you spent at the mall evaporated in a flurry of fabric and laughter. You'd managed to score a couple of new outfits and something perfect for Tommy H's party tonight. Max and El, on the other hand, had stocked up on snacks and sweets, but they hadn't neglected their own wardrobes, each selecting a stylish outfit for the both of them.

The three of you pooled the last of your funds for a bus journey back home, where Hopper, having left work early, greeted you with a warm smile as you entered. You were the last to be welcomed and as you stepped inside, Hopper turned to you.

“Hey kid, settling in okay?" He asked, his eyes filled with genuine concern.

A warmth bloomed within you, a sensation unfamiliar and comforting. You'd never known a father figure before and the feeling was both new and welcome.

“Yes, thankyou.” (Y/N) responded, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

“Is it okay if I call my friend? Just to let her know I'm okay?" (Y/N) inquired, gesturing towards the wall mounted telephone.

“Sure kid, it’s right there.” He replied, pointing towards the wall and turning back to the tv.

You picked up the receiver and punched in the familiar digits. Your friend, Tiffany, answered almost immediately and the next five minutes dissolved in a burst of excited chatter. You gave her your new home's phone number and she promised to stay in touch. Tiffany's hatred towards Billy was more than clear and she strongly disapproved of your decision to leave her and your friendship behind for him. The call ended abruptly and you turned back to Hopper, a knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach.

“Everything okay?" He asked, his brow furrowed slightly.

“Yeah, uh, could I maybe get a ride, back to Billy's place?" (Y/N) asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I thought he was picking you up?" He replied, his gaze questioning.

“Yeah, uh, plans kinda changed.” (Y/N) said, avoiding his eyes.

“Yeah, sure kid, come on.” He agreed, his tone softening.

He rose from his seat, finished the last of his beer and grabbed the keys to his truck, opening the door and waiting for you to pass him.

“See ya later, wish me luck!" (Y/N) called out to El and Maxine, a nervous energy bubbling within her.

“I'll be back soon, you won't even notice I'm gone. Max, I'll take you home in an hour.” Hopper added, his voice firm but reassuring.

And with that, the two of you were gone and the rumble of the truck engine faded into the distance.

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Back at Billy's, the dress you'd chosen along with heels, for Tommy H's party were sprawled across Billy’s bed, the other options left behind at home. You'd let yourself in through his window, a familiar act he wouldn't mind, though you knew you should have probably given him a heads up first.

You began shedding your old clothes and slipping into the new ones, the tight, black mini dress that molded to your figure almost perfectly. Suddenly, you heard the distinct growl of Billy's Camaro rushing down the street and pulling up outside.

You were stood in front of Billy's mirror, putting the final touches on your hair, when you heard him enter the house. His boots echoed down the hallway, a loud, thud that grew louder with each step until he stepped into his room.

“Jesus, (Y/N)! What are you doing here? Why didn't you call me? I've been waiting for hours.” Billy exclaimed, his voice laced with confusion and annoyance.

Assuming his words that El had repeated back to you were meant for someone else, you ignored him, focusing on your reflection. You decided on a half up half down hairstyle, with two strands left to fall that framed your face.

“Hey, do you hear me? I said-" Billy reached out, palm up and hand open as he gently aimed for your arm, only to be cut off swiftly.

You brushed past him before he could make contact and grabbed the little black heels from his bed, slipping them on and buckling them up at a quick pace.

Billy’s eyes shifted to his bed, noticing the bag that you put Max’s clothes back into.

“Did you go to the mall?" He asked, his tone switching to curiosity.

Again, you ignored him and his frustration grew.

“At least tell me what you're getting all dressed up for.” He pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.

"I'm going out, Billy. Give it a rest.” (Y/N) spat, her voice sharp.

He sighed and ran his palm that was now covered in sweat, over his face.

“Where? Wit- With Who?” He pressed, his questions tumbling out in a rush.

You scoffed and pushed yourself off of Billy’s bed, straightening your posture as you did it.

“Billy, stop.” (Y/N) demanded, her voice firm.

You snapped around and headed out of the bedroom, your heels clicking against the creaky, wooden floorboards and Billy trailing close behind.

"What the fuck is going on with you, Huh?" He demanded an answer, his voice rising in anger.

Remembering Max's directions, you knew Tommy H's house was within walking distance, even in the heels you were wearing. You opened the front door, the hinges groaning slightly and stepped out into the evening air.

"Jesus, are you at least going to call me when you need a ride this time?" Billy called out, his voice laced with sarcasm and worry.

"I'm not coming back here, Billy. I'm going back home. I'll see you when I see you, I guess.” (Y/N) replied, her words dismissive.

You started walking away from Billy's house, the sound of your heels crunching against the sidewalk echoed in the quiet street. Anger at your boyfriend lingered, but his number, memorised from your California days, was the only number in Hawkins that you knew, you’d have to call him for a ride at some point, you knew that, but Billy didn’t, he assumed your new father, would pick you up and take you home.

"When will I see you again?" He shouted after you, his voice filled with uncertainty.

Again, you offered no response and continued your walk, leaving Billy standing in the doorway alone, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt until finally, he snarled and slammed the door shut. He wanted to rush after you, to stop you in your tracks and demand answers, but he also wanted to give you the space, not only that, he had to wait in for Maxine to get home.

The walk to Tommy H's stretched on for what felt like an eternity, clocking in at a solid twelve minutes. As you neared the house, the thrumming bass of the music intensified, a strong vibration that spilled out onto the street. You paused, a flicker of doubt crossing your mind , the attraction of retreating home was strong. But you plucked up the courage, straightened your shoulders and headed for the front door.

Upon entering, an unfamiliar face greeted you.

"Hey, (Y/N), you're Billy's girlfriend, right? The new girl in Hawkins? I'm Nancy, Nancy Wheeler, Mike's sister.” She said softly, her tone warm and welcoming.

“Oh, yeah, hey! It's so nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you!" (Y/N) replied, genuinely pleased.

"All good things, I hope.” Nancy said with a smile, her eyes briefly scanning your outfit. "You look amazing. Let's get you something to drink." She added.

Nancy smoothly guided you through the crowded living room, introducing you to a few of her friends. Among them was Steve Harrington, recently single after his breakup with Nancy in favor of Jonathan Byers. Steve's eyes lingered on you, a moment longer than necessary, a spark of interest flickering within them. As the night progressed, you found yourself drawn to Steve's easygoing charm and quick wit. Laughter flowed freely between you, and you discovered a shared sense of humor that felt instantly comfortable. A connection sparked and a bond was instantly formed. In that moment, amidst the pulsating music and swirling bodies, you and Steve silently acknowledged that you had found a new best friend in each other. Although Steve had a crush on you the second he laid his eyes on you.

You tossed back the last of your oddly sweet drink and allowed Steve to lead you back onto the makeshift dance floor.

Steve was aware of your relationship with Billy. Infact, everyone in Hawkins knew. During your time in California, Billy had made it clear to anyone who dared show interest that he was still devoted to you, that no one could ever replace you in his heart, but it didn’t stop Steve from spending more time with you, it was a connection he couldn’t ignore, even if he couldn’t ever, address it.

Just as you were about to flag Nancy down for a refill, a voice cut through the music, calling your name.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N), it's for you." A slightly sweaty individual thrust the cordless phone into your hand.

Your face tightened and scrunched with annoyance as you snatched the receiver, holding it to your ear.

“Billy, I told you-“ (Y/N) began, but a voice on the other end swiftly cut her off.

"Heyyyy, pretty lady."

A cold dread washed over you, constricting your throat. A knot of fear twisted in your stomach, mirroring the one that tightened in your chest.

"Wh-who is this?" (Y/N) asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Come onnn, you know who I am…" The voice was laced with a chilling familiarity. "Thought you could get away from me, huh? Lock me up and throw away the key?" The words hung in the air, heavy with menace and the party atmosphere seemed to fade away, leaving you standing alone in a spotlight of terror.

Oliver Miller.

He was your first boyfriend, before there was Billy, there was Oliver.

Oliver had been in jail for the past three years due to his abusive behavior towards you, his sister, and his own mother. His animosity towards women was evident throughout his many relationships.

After a six month period, his relationship with you ended when he was taken into custody, marking the final instance of physical violence against you. Billy, aware of Oliver's actions, harbored a desire for retribution but was unable to act due to Oliver's imprisonment. Billy vowed severe consequences should Oliver ever be released.

“What do you want, Oliver, how did you get this number, how’d you know where I am.” (Y/N) questioned, voice laced with fear.

Until suddenly, everything clicked into place.

Tiffany's betrayal cut deep. Spitefully, she revealed your new location in Hawkins to Oliver, choosing to inflict pain for your choice of Billy over her. Tiffany's call to your home was answered by El, whom she manipulated with a false urgency, extracting your whereabouts at Tommy's place. Max's unwitting shout of the number and address sealed your fate.

"See you soon, pretty girl.” Oliver's voice lingered in your mind, a chilling promise.

Uncertain if he was truly nearby, you initially dismissed the threat. The distance to Hawkins seemed impossible, a full day and night's journey. Besides, you reasoned, your new father was the chief of police and Billy, despite your unresolved doubts, would undoubtedly defend you.

Seeking solace, you retreated to the kitchen, each step triggering a fresh wave of painful flashbacks. You poured one drink after another, the alcohol numbing the edges of your fear. Half an hour blurred by and you stumbled, losing your balance against the counter. You were way over your limit, but just as you braced for a fall, strong arms encircled you. You tilted your head to face the person who just helped you and there he was…

Oliver.

Disbelief clashed with terror. How could he be here so soon? Where was he staying? From where had he called? How did he find you? Panic seized you, your heart hammering against your ribs, your breath catching in ragged gasps. Tears streamed down your face as he lifted you into his arms, carrying you out into the garden in an attempt to get you to catch your breath, before explaining his presence.

After a few frozen moments outside, you managed to steady your breathing enough to understand his words, though each inhale still hitched with suppressed panic.

“So, where’s Billy, huh? Your little boyfriend not here to protect you?” He chuckled, the sinister sound grating against your raw nerves.

“You know he’d beat your ass if he was, Oliver.” (Y/N) stated, trying to project a confidence she didn't feel. It was a desperate attempt to regain control, to remind him and herself of her strength.

“Hey!” He shouted, his grip tightening on your arm, the sudden force pulling you uncomfortably close. The pressure was a sharp, painful reminder of his physical dominance.

The flashbacks crashed over you again, a tidal wave of traumatic memories. Each detail, each sensation, flooded your senses and your eyes welled up for the second time, blurring your vision. A cruel smirk played on Oliver’s lips as he witnessed your distress.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I scaring you?” He said sarcastically, his tone dripping with false concern. It was a calculated move, designed to undermine your resolve and increase your fear.

“Let go, Oliver, please.” (Y/N) pleaded, the words barely a whisper. Her voice trembled, betraying the depth of her vulnerability.

Oliver’s grip remained tight, his gaze locked onto yours, his eyes like cold, predatory stones. He got off on your fear and drew power from your helplessness.

“You didn’t think I’d find you, huh?” He questioned, his voice a low, menacing rumble.

“Why are you so bothered about me? Why not someone else?” (Y/N) asked, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush.

You sought any explanation, any reason to break through his obsession.

“Because you, belong, to me.” He hissed, each word a possessive claim, a brand burned into your soul.

“No. I, belong, to Billy.” (Y/N) retorted through gritted teeth, the defiance a fragile shield against his increasing control. It was a declaration of independence, a refusal to surrender yourself to his twisted desires.

The comment made Oliver’s blood boil to an extreme temperature, he shoved you against the brick wall of Tommy H’s house with a force that felt like a battering ram and seized a fistful of your hair, sending you crashing down to the ground. Your face slammed against the floor, the impact so violent that a sharp, sickening pop resonated from your nose. Agony erupted as blood flooded your senses, swirling your vision and choking your gasps. A scream, born of sheer terror, clawed its way out of your throat, a desperate plea in the face of unimaginable horror.

“Nancy, Steve!” You cried out, voice cracking as you did.

Oliver loomed over you, his shadow swallowing you whole as his hands clamped onto your face. His grip was tight, unescapable, enough to leave a burning, florid imprint on your skin. You were trapped, a helpless puppet in his cruel game.

“Now you listen to me and you listen to me good, you bitch-“ Oliver, foaming at the mouth with anger, was abruptly cut off as Steve, with a surge of adrenaline, yanked him away from you and slammed him against the floor.

Before Oliver could react, Tommy H was there, adding his weight to Steve's, making sure Oliver stayed pinned in place.

The screams tore from your throat as Nancy wrapped her arms tightly around you.

“Oh my God, (Y/N), are you okay? Someone, please, call Billy, NOW!" She urged, her voice laced with panic.

"Get off me!" Oliver yelled, his voice muffled.

Steve, fueled by anger, silenced Oliver with a sharp punch to the jaw. He and Tommy H dragged him well away from you and across the other end of the garden, the sound of his clothes scraped against the concrete along with his groans that filled the sudden silence, they created a safe distance between you and your attacker.

Moments later, the roar of Billy's Camaro echoed through the entire house and garden. He burst in, slamming the door against the wall on entry, unsure of the situation, only knowing that you were hurt. Billy moved through the house as quickly as he could, his breaths heavy and uneven.

“(Y/N)!" He called out, his voice filled with urgency.

“Over here.” Nancy responded.

Billy snapped his head to the sound and burst through the towering glass doors, his haste evident. He scanned the frost kissed garden, the manicured hedges and empty flowerbeds, bare under the night sky. His eyes darted around until he spotted you, nestled in Nancy's arms on the unforgivingly cold ground. A wave of relief washed over his face, quickly followed by a surge of concern. He rushed towards you, his footsteps quickening as he closed the distance.

Reaching your side, he knelt, his breath misting in the bitter air. He reached out, his hand hovering for a moment before gently touching your arm. His gaze flicked between you and Nancy, seeking answers. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the stillness broken only by Billy's ragged breaths and the distant gusts of wind. The weight of the situation hung heavy.

Billy’s eyes fell to the pool of blood that spread across the floor. He looked down at you, your face streaked with tears and fear, your hands clutching your nose, blood seeping through your fingers. Your new dress was ruined, your skin stained and your hair matted. You finally looked up to meet Billy’s gaze and lunged forward into his arms, seeking safety in his embrace. Confusion clouded Billy's eyes. You sobbed, gasping for air against his chest and he held you close, while cradling your head.

“Baby… Who, the fuck, did this to you? Huh, Tell me.” He demanded, gently pulling your head back.

You coughed and took in a shaky breath.

“O-Oliver, he's here, Billy, he's here.” (Y/N) cried, fear gripping her voice.

“Who? A guy hurt you? A guy, did this to you?” Billy's said, his voice edged with fury.

“Oliver Miller, my ex, he's out of jail and he's here.” (Y/N) managed to say.

Billy released you instantly and turned, ready to hunt down and confront Oliver, only to see him right there in front of him, laid on the ground, pinned down by Tommy H and Steve Harrington. There he was, the man he had fantasised about unleashing his darkest thoughts onto, for countless nights.

Billy stormed over, fuelled by pure, uncontrollable anger radiating off of him like heat from a furnace. His eyes, usually a vibrant blue, were now dark pools of fury, that reflected the rage within.

“Motherfucker!" He roared, the word tearing through the air like a jagged shard of glass.

Without hesitation, Billy's boot connected with Oliver's stomach, the force of the blow causing Oliver to double over instantly, a strangled cough escaping his lips. Steve and Tommy, sensing the volatile situation, wisely retreated, creating a buffer of space around the unfolding violence. Billy, relentless, continued his assault, each kick a brutal punctuation mark in his furious rant. Finally, he knelt, seizing Oliver by the scruff of his neck.

“You think you can lay your hands on my fucking girl?" He hissed, his voice a venomous whisper that promised unspeakable pain.

Billy unleashed a series of hard blows, each one a hammer strike against Oliver's face. Over and over, the punches landed with sickening thuds, an unstoppable barrage of torture. No one dared to intervene, paralyzed by the sheer intensity of Billy's rage. Even you, usually the voice of reason, found yourself rooted to the spot, unable to break through the fiery, red haze of his fury. He kept punching Oliver, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the tense silence, until he suddenly stopped and stood up. He bent down, grabbing Oliver by the collar and dragged him towards the shimmering surface of the pool. With a grunt, he rolled Oliver onto his front and plunged his head into the cool water.

“You like abusing women, huh? Makes you feel tough?" Billy spat, holding Oliver's head just above the surface for a torturous moment before dunking it back under.

Bubbles erupted from the depths as Oliver desperately fought for air, his limbs flailing weakly. Billy yanked him out, rolling him onto his back, Oliver coughing up water as it spilled from the corners of his mouth.

“I get it, I. I. I get it, man, just- just stop, okay.” Oliver pleaded, his voice trembling with fear and pain.

“Stop? You want me to stop? Did you stop when my girl asked you to? Huh?" Billy roared, punctuating his words with several more brutal punches to Oliver's face.

A quick glance, a silent exchange that passed between Steve and Tommy, a mutual understanding dawning in their eyes. They knew that if they didn't act fast, Oliver might not survive, and Billy, would face the grim consequences of his actions. The duo rushed forward, grabbing Billy and dragging him away from Oliver's battered body.

“No! Let go!” He screamed, his body writhing against their hold.

“Billy!" (Y/N) called out, her voice laced with desperation.

He snapped his head towards you, his eyes momentarily clearing, replaced by a flicker of recognition.

“Please stop, that's enough now.” (Y/N) pleaded, her voice soft but firm.

The fight seemed to drain out of Billy as he rushed towards you, scooping you into his arms as if you were a lifeline. He turned to Tommy, his face hardening once more.

“Deal with him.” He ordered, before carrying you away through the gate at the back.

And with that, Tommy had Oliver pinned and Steve, ever the responsible one, had already contacted the authorities. The wail of sirens grew louder, piercing the night as police cars arrived on the scene. You were now safely nestled in Billy's lap, the soft blanket a small comfort against the lingering fear. Billy's Camaro seemed like a haven as he held you tightly.

Hopper arrived with the urgency of a man who loved you. He crouched at the car door, his eyes searching yours for any sign of lasting harm.

"What the hell happened here, (Y/N)? Hey, kid, look at me. I’m here, okay? Tell me what happened." His voice, though laced with anger, was grounded in a deep well of concern.

For the next fifteen minutes, you recounted the events, each word a painful reminder of the terror you had just experienced. Hopper listened very closely, his pen scratching furiously against his notepad. With each detail, his expression darkened, his protective instincts rising to the surface.

Finally, after quite some time, Oliver was led away in handcuffs. Hopper, his face grim, turned back to you.

“I’m going to put him in jail for as long as I possibly can.” He vowed, his voice low and dangerous. "I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure he’s in the worst place imaginable."

A glimmer of hope flickered within you.

“Can you really do that?" (Y/N) asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Hopper's eyes hardened with determination.

“I can do anything I want, kid. I’m chief of police… Take her away from here, Billy, far away. Get her cleaned up. Bring her home in the morning when I’m back. I’m going to make sure this little..." He paused, struggling to contain his rage. "I’m going to make sure he gets what’s coming to him. Go.” He finished, his voice softening slightly as he looked at you.

Billy, his jaw tight with suppressed anger, gave Hopper a thankful nod. He carefully settled you into the passenger seat, his bloody and bruised hand lingering on yours for a moment before starting the engine.

As he drove away, Billy held your hand tightly, his silent presence a reassuring anchor in the storm of emotions swirling within you. The rhythmic hum of the Camaro and the steady pressure of his hand were the only things that were keeping the darkness at bay.

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Arriving at Billy’s, he carried you through the front door, down the hallway, and into his bedroom, cradled in his arms. The scent of his familiar cologne mixed with the metallic tang of blood filled your senses. He sat you upright on the edge of his bed, the worn fabric of his blanket soft against your legs. Billy rushed to the bathroom, his footsteps echoing in the sudden silence, and returned with Susan’s first aid kit. He tried to be as quiet as possible with Max being asleep in her bedroom. Kneeling at your feet, his eyes were filled with a concern that warmed you despite the throbbing pain in your face.

“This is going to sting a little, alright sweetheart?” He said, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

He took out an alcohol wipe, the sterile smell sharp in the air, and began gently wiping away the blood from your nose. Each touch sent a fresh wave of pain through you, and you winced, tears streaming down your face.

“Do you still love me?” (Y/N) blurted out, the question laced with insecurity.

Billy paused, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“What, why wouldn’t I, baby?” He questioned, his voice thick with a hint of hurt.

“We spied on you, Mike and Lucas too, but Eleven heard you say that you wanted to spend the day with someone else and that it wasn’t fair on me, that you didn’t think you were capable of feeling like this again an-“ Billy cut you off, his hands gently framing your face.

“No, no, baby, no! I was saying that about you! I wanted to spend the day with you, but I knew it wouldn’t be fair to keep you to myself when I knew you wanted to hang out with Max and Eleven. And I told Tommy I didn’t think I’d feel like this again because I never thought I would. Then you came back and changed it all, all of it was about you, baby, every word, you. No one else, never anyone else.” He reassured, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt.

Tears welled in your eyes, relief washing over you in a tidal wave.

“I thought tha-“ (Y/N) started, but he wouldn’t let her finish.

“No, don’t ever think that again. I love you, only you, do you understand me?” He asked, his voice firm but tender.

You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. Billy leaned in, landing a soft kiss on your lips, careful to avoid contact with your nose. The kiss was a silent promise, a reassurance that cut through all the noise and doubt.

He continued to clean up the blood from your face and neck, his touch gentle and soothing until finally, he guided you to the bathroom, the cool tile a sudden shock to the warmth you felt under the bridges of your feet. The water turned a shocking red, a miniature whirlpool carrying away the last remnants of the fight down the drain. He dried you off with a soft towel, his eyes never leaving yours, and then carried you back to his bedroom.

The room was lit by the lamp that stood tall next to the bedside table, along with the overhead light, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. He helped you undress, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He gently guided you into one of his oversized shirts, the fabric soft and familiar against your skin as it swallowed your frame.

Billy pivoted and started to undress himself, his movements slow and deliberate, until he was stripped down to only his shorts. He turned off the overhead light, leaving only the warm glow of the lamp, knowing you wouldn’t want to sleep in complete darkness tonight and settled beside you, pulling you close until you were pressed tightly against his chest.

“You’re okay, baby, I’m here, okay, I got you.” He reassured.

Billy played with your hair, his fingers tracing patterns on your scalp until your eyes fell heavy.

“I love you, baby, I love you so much.” He whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, Billy.” (Y/N) responded, her voice barely audible.

Shortly after, you fell into a deep sleep, safe and secure against Billy’s chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful slumber. Billy stayed awake for most of the night, his eyes scanning the room, his mind racing, going over and over the same part of the night, but staying alert to any sign that you might need him. He was your protector, your safety blanket, and he would do anything he could to keep you safe, Infact, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do, to make that happen.

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BILLY HARGROVE X READER

That’s My Girl. Pt.1

Here's a little something while you wait for part 5 of 'You're Mine, You Know That.' This new fic actually goes back to the beginning, showing you how (Y/N) moved to Hawkins to be with Billy, which is before all the events in my previous fics. Enjoy!

Pt.2 out now!

**SUMMARY - A year after separating from Billy and settling into a new relationship, a call from Max changes everything. Her desperate plea to save Billy reignites old feelings, hinting at a reunion you've been waiting for, forcing you to confront where your heart truly belongs. Angry Billy, Soft Billy, Possessive Billy, Flayed Billy (only for a short while).

**TRIGGER WARNINGS - Violence towards an original character, Brody. Kissing, swearing, threatening language and possessive behaviour. I think that’s all :)

WORD COUNT - 6k

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY !!!

i do not own the rights to the following characters, other than Brody Baker who I created myself, all other characters are created and owned by the Duffer Brothers- Stranger Things.

I do NOT consent to have my work posted , translated or published to any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here, it has been posted without my permission.

Requests open !!!!! :)

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You and Billy were deeply in love, a connection so strong it was indescribable and it was obvious to everyone around you. With you, Billy felt safe enough to let his guard down, even showing vulnerability. You brought a genuine happiness to his life. Others saw him as a thoughtless jerk who treated everyone so poorly, but with you, he was gentle, loving, and incredibly kind. It felt like a perfect dream unfolding, a perfect, beautiful reality.

Then, with a suddenness that was both shocking and cruel, that dream was shattered. One minute you were making plans for a future filled with promise. The next, a harsh twist of fate intervened, tearing you apart.

About a year ago, Billy moved from your sunny California hometown to a place you’d never heard of before, Hawkins, Indiana. The decision made by his father, Neil, had followed a painful realization that the distance between you both was simply too far to sustain your relationship. You'd made the difficult choice to break up, hoping that the separation would allow both of you to move on and build new lives, not that you could imagine yours without Billy.

However, Billy never truly moved on. He was miserable in Hawkins, constantly haunted by memories of your time together. He repeatedly told you that he would come back for you, willing to make the long journey to California whenever possible. But you wouldn't allow it. You insisted that the constant travel would be too much of a struggle for him and you genuinely hoped that he would find a way to start a better life in Hawkins.

Despite your attempts to encourage him to move forward, Billy remained fixated on the past. He would call you late at night, his voice filled with longing and regret, recounting cherished moments and vowing to return. Each conversation was a painful reminder of what you had lost, a pain that teared through your chest, even across the miles. The weight of his unhappiness was a heavy burden for you to bear, knowing that your decision to end the relationship had caused him so much pain.

While Billy was struggling with his unhappiness in Hawkins, you found yourself seeking solace in the arms of a new boyfriend, Brody Baker. It was no secret that Billy despised Brody and that’s why you could never bring yourself to tell him about your relationship. Oddly enough, Brody reminded you of Billy in some ways, a similarity that both attracted and disturbed you. In truth, you had gotten together with Brody as a distraction, a way to numb the pain of missing Billy so intensely. But as your relationship with him deepened, you found that Brody wasn’t actually very nice to you at all, he’d often make fun of your clothes and the music you liked, leaving you humiliated and hurt.

Billy found it increasingly difficult to contact you with you never being home to pick up his calls. You spent most of your time at Brody's house, immersed in a new routine that seemed designed to keep Billy away. Yet, despite the physical distance and the new relationship, Billy never truly left your mind. You loved him, you’d always, love him. Something you couldn’t feel for Brody, though you’d tried.

Fleeting memories of your shared past would surface unexpectedly, stirring up a mix of longing and guilt. You told yourself that you would likely never see Billy again, that the chapter of your life you shared with him, was closed for good.

That was, until, last night, when the fragile sense of closure was shattered by a terrifying phone call from his sister, Maxine. Her voice was filled with panic, hinting at a crisis that threatened to unravel everything you thought you knew about Billy's new life in Hawkins.

“(Y/N), hello!" Maxine's voice burst through the phone, laced with a desperate urgency.

"Hey, Max, what's going on?" (Y/N) asked, her brows furrowing with concern.

"(Y/N), Billy needs you, I need you! I don't have time to explain right now, but can you please come to Hawkins? As soon as possible, please!" Maxine pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion.

"Max, me and Billy have been over for over a year. I can't just-" (Y/N) started, but Maxine swiftly cut her off.

"No, you don't understand. Things are happening in Hawkins, very BAD things. The Mind Flayer got into Billy. He keeps switching from Billy to someone I don't even recognize. He's hurting people, not like before, he’s really hurting people and-" You interrupted her, your mind reeling.

"Mind Flayer?" (Y/N) questioned, the words sounding like something out of a nightmare.

"It's like... a huge shadow monster. I know it sounds dumb, I didn't believe it at first either, but please, (Y/N), please believe me. You're our last hope, our last chance at helping Billy, please.” She begged, her voice trembling.

The call left you shaken and disoriented, Max's words echoing in your mind like a broken record. You struggled to make sense of the bizarre claims, but you trusted Max’s words. If Maxine, of all people, was saying things as strange as this, it had to hold some truth, no matter how unrealistic it seemed. You pushed aside your doubts and resolved to do what she asked.

"Alright, Max, I'll come. Just calm down and sit tight, okay?" (Y/N) said, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves.

"Okay, got a pen?" Max asked quickly.

You grabbed an old pen and a crumpled piece paper, jotting down a time and directions Max rattled off, guiding you to the community pool where Billy worked. You couldn't fathom why Max wanted you to go there instead of their house, but you trusted her judgment and her plan, clinging to the hope that you could somehow make a difference in this unfolding nightmare.

The conversation with Maxine lingered in the air, each word a heavy weight. You took a shaky breath, the scent of vanilla from your half burned candle doing little to calm your nerves. Hesitantly, you picked up the phone, your thumb hovering over the familiar digits before finally making the call. Brody answered on the third ring, his usual laid back tone grating against your frayed nerves.

"Hey.” (Y/N) began, her voice trembling slightly. "Maxine needs me... Billy... he needs me too. Something's happening and I need to get to Hawkins." She rushed the words, a desperate plea laced within them.

There was a pause, a beat of silence that felt like an eternity.

“Are you crazy? Hawkins? Do you know how far that is? You're asking me, your boyfriend, to take you to Billy, your ex-boyfriend, to help him because he's having a hard tim-“ Brody stopped abruptly, the air thick with unspoken resentment.

A sinister chuckle then filled the line.

“Sure, I'll take ya." He said.

Relief washed over you, but it was quickly tainted by the unsettling tone in his voice. It wasn't about helping, it was about something else entirely. Brody wanted to take you, wanted to parade you in front of Billy like a prize, a trophy. He wanted to see Billy's reaction, to assert his dominance.

It wasn’t long after the phone call until Brody beeped the horn outside of your house, the sound a sharp, impatient blare that echoed in the tense silence. You’d thrown on whatever clothes you could find. Tight black shorts that hugged your thighs like a second skin, a faded black tank top clinging to your torso and Billy’s old denim jacket that Brody thought was yours, the worn fabric still carrying a faint trace of his familiar scent. You paired everything with your black Converse to match the look. Usually you’d go for the white option, preferring lighter, brighter clothes, but today, you felt like matching your clothes with your mood, dark and heavy.

You rushed outside to get inside the car. The gravel crunched sharply under the hard soles of your shoes as you practically yanked the passenger door open. Brody was already smirking and leaning back in his seat like he owned the place… And you. You slid in, avoiding his gaze and slamming the door shut with a hollow thud. The sooner you got this over with, the better.

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The drive was an endless blur of long, winding roads and hazy landscapes, the only thing you’d seen for hours were gas stations and public bathrooms. Each pit stop was a fresh wave of exhaustion, impatience gnawing at your insides like a persistent hunger, until finally, the headlights of the car caught the faded wording of the 'Welcome to Hawkins' sign. A wave of relief washing over you.

Driving through Hawkins, you kept your eyes peeled, judging every little detail of the town Billy was forced to call home. The cookie cutter houses, the overgrown lawns, the crushing stillness of the air. You started to realize why Billy hated it here, why he felt trapped and suffocated.

You pulled out the crumpled piece of paper from your pocket, the edges softened and frayed from repeated folding and unfolding and started navigating your boyfriend, Brody, to the community pool. You took a few wrong turns down eerily quiet streets, each one more unsettling than the last, until finally, you spotted a familiar shock of red hair in the distance.

Max.

You could spot that vibrant, defiant red head from a mile away.

Brody cut the engine and you practically dove out of the car, the sudden movement startling Maxine. She snapped her head back, her eyes widening as she saw you emerge from the darkness of the night.

"(Y/N)… You’re here!" Max exclaimed, her voice a mix of relief and disbelief.

"Wait there.” (Y/N) said to Brody, her voice sharp and tight, before rushing towards Max.

"Max, what's going on? Why are we here?" (Y/N) questioned, her eyes darting around the community pool, the only light source coming from the pale glow of the moon.

"Uhh- I thought you could just speak to Billy and, and, and make things better, you know? But things got worse, much, worse and now I don't know what to do. My friends are over there planning something.” Max said, pointing towards a small bunch of teenagers huddled near the pool entrance.

Lucas, Max, El, Will and Dustin were their names.

"Where is Billy?" (Y/N) questioned, her voice barely above a whisper.

"He's inside, showering.” Max said, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desperation.

Fifteen minutes had crawled by, each second stretching into an eternity as Max explained the whole horrifying situation. You were startled, scared, even. This all seemed impossible, ripped from the pages of some twisted comic book, but you knew that Max was telling the truth. She'd never call you all the way out here in the dead of night if it wasn't.

The group of teens, their faces grim and determined, came over to the three of you and declared their plan to release the ‘Mind Flayer’ from Billy's body. 'It likes it cold'. The words echoed in your mind, a brief, chilling memory of Max's explanation. So, when they told you about trapping Billy in the sauna, a horrifying kind of logic clicked into place.

The teens made their way to the building of the community pool, gathering outside of the sauna, the humid night air heavy with tension. A human dummy was placed inside to catch Billy’s attention. Mike, on the other hand was the only one who went a different direction, disappearing into the shadows. He was going to be the one to lure Billy in, the bait in their desperate trap. And you, stopped back to inform Brody of what was about to happen.

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Billy’s pov -

Billy, fresh from his shower, tugged on his denim jeans at his locker, jumping up slightly as he did it, the damp denim clinging uncomfortably to his thighs. Before he could reach for a shirt, a sharp bang echoed from around the corner.

“Pool's closed.” He announced, followed by the unmistakable clatter of chains.

Irritated, Billy's wet feet slapped against the tile as he stalked toward the sound.

"Hey! Did you hear me? The pool is closed!" He yelled, hammering on the door, only to find it locked from the outside by strong, thick chains and steel padlocks.

"Billyyyy.” A sing-song voice taunted.

Billy spun around instantly.

“Who's there?" He asked, his voice low and menacing.

The taunting continued.

“Billyyyy."

“Who’s thereeee?” Billy sang back, voice still low and increasing with anger.

Billy yanked open shower curtains, checking every corner, his frustration mounting.

“You think this is funny, huh.” He said with a low, raspy voice.

"Come find me.”Mike giggled.

“I find you, it is your funeral.” Billy growled, lowering the bass in his voice.

Pacing through the steamy rooms, Billy's eyes finally landed on the sauna door. Through the small, square window… He spotted the dummy.

"Got you.” He grinned, rushing inside.

But his smile suddenly vanished as he realized it was a decoy. Grabbing the dummy by its neck, he forced it up high, his brows furrowed in fury.

“Hey, turn around.” Mike's voice crackled through the walkie-talkie that was taped to the dummy’s torso.

Billy whirled around, spotting the teens. Eleven stood firm, hand raised and with a surge of power, sent Billy flying into the wall behind him. The impact shattered the already cracked tiles around him as he crashed to the floor. Eleven slammed the sauna door shut and Billy quickly scrambled to his feet to escape, but Mike and Lucas had already jammed a silver pole through the door handle, securing it behind a nearby pipe, followed by yet another thick chain and steel padlock.

Billy's desperation escalated into a frenzy, his sweaty palms pounding against the door with a force that echoed through the entire place. Each failed attempt to break free only worsened his panic. He scanned the room, his eyes darting wildly until they locked onto Max's. A wave of disbelief washed over him.

“Max.” He whispered.

A beat of silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. Max's gaze was unwavering, a complex mix of love and resentment swirling within her eyes. Finally, she broke the silence, her voice firm.

"Do it." The command hung in the air, a point of no return.

Mike, his face a mask of determination, darted to the side of the door. With a swift motion, he cranked the sauna's heat dial to its maximum setting. A surge of oppressive heat began to fill the box that Billy was trapped in, a silent promise of the torment to come. The air crackled with anticipation, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

"MAX! LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Billy shouted, his voice cracking as he pounded on the door and window.

"Let me out.” He pleaded, his breath hitching.

"You kids… you think this… is funny? You think this is some kind of sick prank, huh?" Billy gasped, struggling to breathe.

He pulled his head back and spat against the window, leaving a long smear of saliva.

“YOU LITTLE SHITS THINK THIS IS FUNNY?" -

“What is this?" Billy asked, teeth gritted, shoulders rising and falling with a ragged breath.

"Open, the door, OPEN THE DOOR!" He screamed, voice escalating with each strike against the door.

"OPEN. THE DOOR!" Sweat drenched him as he continued his frantic assault.

"OPEN THE GOOD DAMN DOOR!" Billy roared, his final blows weakening until he collapsed onto the floor.

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(Y/N)'s pov -

Outside, you were explaining the situation to Brody when loud thuds echoed from inside snagging your attention.

"OPEN THE GOOD DAMN DOOR!" (Y/N) heard Billy shout, a wave of sadness washing over her at his pain.

“What the-“ Brody started, his voice trailing off as your footsteps quickened, darting towards the side door that had been left ajar for you by Mike.

You raced inside, bolting from room to room, following the trail of steam until you found the group of teens gathered before the sauna. You stood back, listening to Billy's screams and cries, each word breaking your heart and crushing something deep inside your chest.

"We're at two twenty.” Will announced, declaring the sauna's heat.

"It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault Max, I promise it's not my fault.” Billy sobbed, huddled on the floor.

"What's not your fault, Billy?" Max questioned.

"I've done things, Max, really, bad things, but I didn't mean to… He made me do it.” Billy cried.

"Who made you do it?" She asked.

"I don't know… It’s like a shadow.” Billy whispered.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT, MAX! PLEASE BELIEVE ME, PLEASE!" Billy shouted through floods of tears, laying his head on the wooden seats of the sauna and reaching for a sharp piece of tile from underneath.

"Jesus, Billy.” (Y/N) whispered to herself.

Will gripped his neck and turned to Mike.

“I feel him… He's activated." He stated, fear rushing across his eyes.

"Max, get away from the door!" Mike demanded.

"What?" She whispered.

"GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR!" He screamed.

Billy smashed the sharp tile through the window, shoving his arm and head through straight after, trying to reach for Max, a look of fear settled over her eyes as he started pounding on the door with the tile.

"AHHHHH, LET ME OUT YOU BITCH, LET ME OUT!" Billy screamed, banging at the door before pulling out the wedged pole from the handle, the chains remaining tight in place.

"Oh my god.” (Y/N) Said under bear breath, eyes wide and fixated on Billy.

Billy took a few steps back and ran at full speed straight ahead of him, slamming his body against the door followed by three more attempts after it. He reached out again, trying to get ahold of Maxine.

"LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT! I'LL FUCKING GUT YOU!" He threatened.

You took a few shaky steps forward, hands balled into fists and your nails digging into your sweat soaked palms.

“Billy.” (Y/N) whispered, a quiet, gasping exhale.

Billy froze, every muscle in his body locked in place. He remained motionless for several seconds. Was this real? The question echoed in his mind, demanding an answer he was terrified to voice.

The sound had sliced through Billy like a shard of ice, lodging directly into his chest. Your voice. It couldn't be. A wave of nausea washed over Billy as he slowly turned to face you.

The furrows etched between his brows, deepened by confusion and a lingering pain, began to smooth out, his eyes, previously narrowed in disbelief, widened, pupils dilating as if starved for light and the harsh lines of his face softened, replaced by a look of stunned awe. There, bathed in the soft glow of the room, you stood, a vision so beautiful, it stole the very breath from his lungs.

It WAS your voice, the comforting sound he'd dreamed of over countless nights.

“(Y/N)." He said, breathing heavily. "How… wh- what are you doing here?" He questioned while fighting an internal battle against the mind flayer.

You stood frozen, unsure of what to say or do, your eyes still locked heavily onto Billy's.

His breathing grew heavier the longer he stared back at you.

“Come here, please... come here." He pleaded, extending his arm out towards you.

"Don't!" Mike shouted. "It's a trap!"

"NO!" Billy roared, pounding his fist against the doorframe he was still partially hanging out of.

"Baby, don't listen to them, okay? It's me, I'm still me. Come here. I would never hurt you, you know that. Just come to me, please... I need to hold you." He pleaded.

"I can't, Billy.” (Y/N) managed to say, tears welling up in her eyes.

Billy pounded at the door a few more times, his frustration building rapidly.

“Damn it, yes, you can! Yes you can. Come to me, now, baby, please…(Y/N), please. Just let me hold you, it’s all I want I promise, please." His plea was a mix of desperation and anger, fueled by the fact that you were so close, but not close enough for him to reach you. The restraint only riled him up more.

“Open the door! Open the door!" He screamed, his gaze fixed on Max.

"BILLY, STOP!" (Y/N) shouted, her voice cracking slightly.

His head snapped back to you, the tension in his eyebrows quickly easing.

“I'm s- I'm sorry, baby... I'm sorry.” He stammered, his voice laced with regret.

You began to walk slowly towards Billy, your eyes locked on his and a nervous energy, now filling the space between you.

"(Y/N), STOP!" Mike yelled again, his voice filled with urgency.

"No, no, no, don't listen to them, listen to me, baby, come on.” Billy urged with his voice coated in desperation.

He extended his hand, palm open, fingers twitching with the need to touch you.

“Come on.” He repeated, his eyes pleading, silently begging you to ignore whatever phantom voices held you captive. With a surge of adrenaline, he pulled his hand back and forth, gesturing for you to come to him, to break free from whatever invisible chains bound you.

“That's it, baby... that's it. Come here, come to me. I got you. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Come to me... come on.” He whispered convincingly, his voice trembling with each deep, uneasy breath, tears now brimming in his eyes.

He watched as you reached for him, but he was quicker, propelled by a surge of adrenaline and a desperate need to bridge the impossible gap. Still hanging out the door, one arm strained, body swimming in the suffocating heat of the sauna, he lunged. His hand curled around your back, a desperate grasp and he hauled you forward until you were pressed against the barrier, the cruel door that kept you separated.

His breath came in ragged gasps, much heavier than before, a frantic rhythm against the backdrop of his rising panic. He dipped his head, resting his against yours, a fragile connection in the face of overwhelming darkness. Then, the dam broke. Tears streamed down his face, hot and uncontrolled.

"Let me out, baby, let me out, let me hold you.” He begged, each word a raw, desperate plea torn from the depths of his soul.

You cupped his cheek with your small, sweaty hand that was now imprinted with sharp nail dents. The gesture was a tender contrast to the chaos swirling around you. His gaze locked onto yours, his eyes searching, pleading and In that moment, you knew what you had to do. You had to flood his mind, break through the unwanted darkness with the light of your shared memories and remind him of the love that still burned within him.

And so you began.

You poured forth a torrent of images, sensations and emotions, the first time you met, the laughter that echoed through Billy’s beloved Camaro, the quiet nights spent tangled in each other's arms. For twelve excruciating minutes. You’d painted a vivid tapestry of your love, each memory a weapon against the insidious force that held him captive.

He focused on your words, clinging to them like a drowning man to a plank of wood, his eyes widening as each memory resurfaced, each shared moment strengthening his soul.

You watched, frozen in horror, as the Mind Flayer began its agonising departure from Billy's body. The creature stabbed and swirled within him, the wisps of shadows rising from his flesh as it forced its way out through every pore. Billy's body became a canvas of torment, his muscles spasming uncontrollably and his face held in a silent scream. You wanted to rush to him, to hold him, to somehow absorb his pain, but you knew you couldn't. You could only watch, helpless, as he endured the unimaginable.

When the last vestige of the Mind Flayer finally slithered away through the window, leaving a trail of viscous, black, slimy residue behind, Billy collapsed to the floor, a broken husk of the man you loved. He laid there, gasping for air, his body trembling with the aftershocks of the possession before violently throwing up the remaining slugs from the creature that had infested him, a cruel pile of black that seemed to carry so much evil inside of it. He laid still for a moment, gathering his strength, his face a mask of pain and exhaustion.

Until finally, he pushed himself to his feet, his movements shaky and uncertain. He peered through the window, his eyes searching for you, needing to confirm that you were still real, that you were actually here, in Hawkins, with him.

"Let me out.” He pleaded, his voice raw with desperation, his eyes begging for your touch.

Max rushed to the chains to unlock the door and you followed her closely, standing just outside, your heart pounding in your chest. Billy reached through the window, his hand trembling as he cupped your face, his gaze locked onto yours, a silent promise of reunion.

But then, a voice shattered the fragile moment.

"Hargrove." The word dripped with malice, laced with a sinister amusement that sent a shiver down your spine.

Billy's head snapped towards the sound, his eyes narrowing as he tried to decipher why Brody Baker, of all people, was here. The realization dawned on him quickly and his eyes blazed with fury as he shot a venomous glare in your direction. You instinctively reached for Max's hand, stopping her from opening the door.

“Why is he here?" Billy questioned, his voice deeper and more menacing than before.

“Max, away from the door.” You whispered with your eyes fixed on Billy, watching his every move.

"I'm here because MY GIRLFRIEND, asked me to bring her here, to babysit your ass.” Brody sneered, his voice full of arrogance.

A burning rage surged through Billy. He couldn't believe it. Out of everyone in the world, why did it have to be the one person he hates the most above all others? He threw himself against the door, slamming his body against the it with a force that threatened to snap the chains.

“He can't get out, right?" Max asked, her voice riddled with fear.

“No way, impossible.” Lucas reassured, but his voice lacked conviction.

With a final, desperate surge of strength, Billy burst through the door, sending padlocks in every direction. He stumbled out of the sauna and lunged towards Brody, his eyes burning with a murderous intent.

Brody's ‘tough guy’ act soon evaporated, replaced by a sharp terror. He knew he could mouth off when Billy was trapped, but now that he was free, he was defenseless against the storm of fury that was about to be unleashed.

Billy landed a series of brutal blows to Brody's face, causing Brody to fall flat against the floor, each punch fueled by years of resentment and a burning desire to protect you.

"Thought you could take MY girl, huh? Thought you could... Take her… From ME?! Thought you could, replace, ME?!" He screamed, each word punctuated by a brutal punch to Brody's face.

"Billy, stop!" Maxine screamed, her voice lost in the frenzy. But Billy was deaf to her pleas and consumed by a rage that fueled his relentless assault.

Another series of blows landed, each one a harder than the last.

“BILLY, ENOUGH!" (Y/N) finally demanded, her voice cutting through the haze of violence.

Billy's arm, cocked back for the final strike and froze mid air. Your voice, coated with a mixture of fear and desperation, had broken through his rage. He snapped his head in your direction and paused, his eyes locking onto yours, the fight seemed to drain out of him.

You were a mess of tears, hating the monster Billy had become. You never cared much for Brody, a fact that now twisted in your gut with guilt. You'd led him on, used him for comfort and the shame of it was a bitter taste in your mouth. But your heart ached for Billy, for the pain that had driven him to this.

He stood up, a raw, animalistic energy still radiating from him and rushed towards you, hesitating for a short moment before engulfing you into a crushing hug. His head buried in your hair, taking in your familiar scent that he’d longed for, for over an entire year and his arm secured gently, around your back. His knuckles were a canvas of blood and his skin radiated the boiling heat and sweat of the sauna.

“Billy, I'm s- I'm so sorry, I-" (Y/N) stammered, choked by her sobs.

He cut you off, his voice rough but tender.

“No, no sweetheart, I get it. Don't worry, it doesn’t matter anymore. You thought you'd never see me again, you needed a shoulder to cry on, I get it." He said softly.

You clung to him, the sobs clawing at your throat.

“You're staying here, with me. I'm not letting you go again, I can't. I only listened to you the first time because I thought you'd change your mind, but I won't do it again.” He declared, his voice leaving no room for argument.

He pulled back, his hands framing your face, thumbs gently wiping away the fresh tracks of tears.

"Don't do that to me again.” He pleaded, his voice thick with an emotion you mirrored.

"Stay here with me." He begged, his eyes searching yours for a silent answer.

“You can live at my place, with me and my dad, he’s the chief of Hawkins police, he'll let you stay with us for sure. He's a hero, too, he saved lots of lives, in a mall fire." El said with a smile, a genuine, hopeful smile that tugged at your heart.

You nodded, the agreement tumbling from your lips before you could even process it. You couldn't bear the thought of leaving Billy again, of losing the magnetic pull that had always drawn you back to him. You missed the electric touch of his skin against yours, the comforting weight of his arm around your shoulders that never failed to keep you safe, the way his presence filled every space around you with a familiar warmth. You sniffled, wiping your nose on the worn cuff of the denim jacket you were wearing… HIS, denim jacket.

Billy chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated between the both of you, as he pulled you closer.

"You kept it?" He asked, a hint of disbelief coloring his tone.

You smirked, the remaining tears still clinging to the wisps of your lashes.

“Yeah, I never stopped wearing it. Even slept with it sometimes." (Y/N) said.

The sound of shuffling feet broke the soft, almost romantic moment.

Brody, looking like a wounded animal, found the strength to stand, staggering slightly as he did.

"(Y/N), get your shit together.” He slurred, his voice laced with a desperate plea.

Billy's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he fixed Brody with a cold stare.

"We're leaving.” Brody demanded with his voice cracking.

Billy turned his head back to you, his gaze intense, a silent question hanging in the air. A look that said, 'show him who you belong to'.

The message was clear and the response was instinctive.

You walked over to Brody and without a word, punched him square in the face. The force of the blow surprised both you and Billy. You don't know why you did it, but in that moment, it felt like the only possible way to make it all up to Billy, that and the fact he kind of deserved it for the year of torment he gave you over your clothes and music taste.

"We're over.” (Y/N) stated, the words ringing with a finality that settled like a stone.

A loud, uncontrollable laugh erupted from Billy as he stalked towards you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He dipped to your height and his chin rested beside your face and onto your shoulder, then he looked up at Brody with a playful glint in his eyes.

“That's my girl!" He chuckled proudly, squeezing you tighter as he said it.

“Thanks for bringing her back to me, man. You can go home now. I'll be taking MY GIRLFRIEND home with me." He mocked, his voice dripping with possessive arrogance.

Brody's face scrunched with rage and defeat.

“Fuck you, Hargrove.” He spat before turning and scurrying out of the place, leaving you standing there, caught between the wreckage of one relationship and the undeniable pull of another.

Max smiled and turned to leave through the fire exit, the rest of the teens followed, understanding the need for a private moment between you and Billy.

You turned in Billy’s arms and his eyes met yours, a genuine, heart stopping smile lit up his face, revealing those perfectly shaped teeth.

“I love you, Billy.” (Y/N) confessed, the words tumbling out, raw and honest. “I tried to fight it, to numb myself to the feeling, but I can’t anymore. I love you so much, and I’m so sorry for not telling you about Brody.” (Y/N) stated as regret flooded in her chest.

Billy's grip tightened slightly.

"I know, baby.” He whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you too. I’ve been a mess, so God damn miserable without you. But I needed you and you came for me, just like I knew you would." He paused, his eyes searching yours.

“My dad’s gone for the week, took Susan, said something about a stupid vacation. Max wanted to stay, so he made me stay back to babysit. Will you come home with me? We can forget about all of this for tonight and then figure out the rest tomorrow, I’ll take you over to El’s and explain everything to Hopper and get you settled in.” He pleaded.

A wave of relief washed over you and a tear escaped, tracing a path down your cheek.

“Yes.” (Y/N) breathed out, the word filled with all the hope and love she thought she’d lost.

Billy's hands found your face, pulling you into him as he latched onto your lips. The kiss was intense, urgent, a raw expression of need. He kissed you aggressively, his tongue tangling with yours as you both gasped for air. It was a wild, desperate dance, a silent conversation of longing and reunion that Billy had craved for the past year.

The world seemed to fade away until finally, the kiss broke, leaving you both breathless and flushed as a long string of saliva that met at the fullness of your lips, snapped.

Without a word, Billy scooped you up into his arms, a groan escaping his lips as the movement sent a jolt of pain through his body from the pain he’d just endured. Ignoring it, he held you securely, determination plastered on his face. He turned and strode out of the building, the other teens trailing behind, giggling at how soft Billy was for you, it was something they’d never witnessed from him before… Ever.

As you reached the outside, a familiar click echoed in your ears. It was the unmistakable sound of Billy’s Camaro door. The car you had both cursed and loved, the car you swore would be the death of you both one day, yet the car you had missed with an ache you couldn't explain. It was a symbol of so many memories, a promise of reckless freedom and shared adventures.

No one other than Max had sat in your seat since he moved to Hawkins, not a single soul had dared to occupy the space you once held, not that Billy would’ve let them.

Maxine scrambled to the back seat and the rest of the teens made their way home.

Billy gently slid you down into the worn leather that had been waiting for you, for what seemed like a lifetime and eternity, his touch lingering for a moment, longer than necessary. He rounded the hood, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips and opened the driver's side door, settling in comfortably beside you.

You glanced into the backseat and a surprised smile lit up your face.

“My blanket.” (Y/N) breathed, reaching out to touch the familiar fabric.

“Yeah.” Billy said, a hint of sheepishness in his voice. "It's uh, it's still there. Always kept it. Sometimes I sleep in my car when shit goes sideways with my dad so uh, I don’t know, the smell of it reminded me of you, when you'd calm me down after a fight with him." He chuckled softly, a touch of vulnerability in his eyes.

"Billy, I'm not going to leave again.” (Y/N) said, her voice laced with sincerity. "I'm sorry, okay? I wish I never did." A wave of regret washed over (Y/N) as she remembered the pain she had caused. "I love you.” She whispered, the words carrying the weight of her remorse and renewed commitment.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He replied, his voice thick with emotion and his hand reaching out to grip your thigh.

“You ready?" (Y/N) asked, a hopeful glint in her eyes.

Billy started the engine, and it roared to life, the familiar sound filling the car. The interior was exactly how you remembered, the worn leather seats, the scent of cheap cologne and cigarettes that burned at your nostrils. A strange combination that transported you back to stolen moments.

Billy couldn't wait to get you back to his house, to hold you in his arms all night long, to erase the distance that had separated you for such a long time. He shifted the car into gear, the movement smooth and practiced, and said,

"Yeah, baby, let's get outta here."

The car lurched forward, carrying you both away from the shadows of the past and towards the promise of a brand new future together, a future that definitely didn’t consist of Billy beating everyone’s ass or being in pain.

Or as you’d hoped…

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BILLY HARGROVE X READER

You’re mine, you know that. Pt.4

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**SUMMARY - Billy is haunted by last nights events, so you decide to go over to his place and help him clean up this mess in an attempt to clear his mind, until Neil shows up and tries to sabotage your relationship, you seek comfort at Eddie’s, but soon, Billy arrives.

Angry Billy, Upset Billy, Comforting Billy. Happy ending.

**TRIGGER WARNINGS - Mentions of Billy’s abusive father. Heavy swearing, kissing and anger outbursts. Slight violence. Possessive nature.

WORD COUNT - 8k !!!

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY !!!

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The morning sun was a golden intruder through the gap in the curtains. You stirred, consciousness returning in a hazy wave, the lingering sense of safety you always felt when sleeping beside Billy.

The dramatic events of the previous evening had clearly taken their toll, pulling you into a deeper sleep than usual.

You stretched long, a soft smile playing on your lips, before rolling over, your hand instinctively reaching for the warmth that should have been there. Instead, your fingers met the cool, empty space where Billy had been, the imprint of his body still molded into the mattress like a ghostly reminder of his presence.

A slight frown creased your brow as you fully woke. He must be downstairs, you thought, he was probably waiting for you.

Your father, as usual, would have already left for work before the crack of dawn, leaving the house quiet and still. A quick glance at the clock confirmed your suspicions.

You'd overslept by a good few hours.

As you sat up, pulling the tangled sheets around you, you remembered Max. She had retrieved her skateboard from the trunk of Billy's car earlier that morning and slipped out of the house about an hour before you woke, a flimsy excuse about needing to “study" hanging in the air. You knew she was lying to Billy, she’d skated off to meet Lucas Sinclair. A familiar feeling of guilt tugged at your conscience but you soon brushed your focus to your missing boyfriend.

Driven by a sudden urgency, you threw the covers off and swung your legs over the side of the bed, the cool air sending a shiver up your spine. You quickly searched the house for Billy, your bare feet padding against the soft carpeted floors as you shifted from room to room. A quick glance in the kitchen, the living room and even the small, cluttered pantry held nothing. The silence of the house seemed to amplify your growing unease.

After a few short moments, the realization that he was nowhere inside washed over you, leaving you with a blank, unsettling feeling. A wave of concern crashed over you, your mind struggling to make sense of his absence after the fright of the events from the night before.

You rushed to the nearest window, peering out with a growing sense of unease, half expecting to see his car missing from the driveway. To your surprise, his Camaro was still parked there, still and gleaming under the shimmer of the morning sun.

And then you spotted him.

Billy was sitting in the driver's seat, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on something unseen. Relief washed over you, quickly followed by a renewed sense of concern.

What was he doing out there, alone in the car?

You hurried back up the stairs, your heart pounding in your chest, searching for a blanket to ward off the morning chill.

After rummaging through the closet, you finally found a soft, familiar throw. Wrapping it tightly around yourself like a comforting cape like shield. You made your way back down the stairs, out of the front door and onto the cold pavement beneath you, the shock of the ground against your bare feet stealing your breath for a short few heartbeats.

You walked cautiously towards Billy's car, the blanket cocooning you in its warmth and with a gentle tug, you opened the passenger side door and slid inside, settling into the seat beside him.

The sudden sound didn't trigger a flinch, nor did it draw his gaze. Lost in a world of his own, a world he desperately wanted to be in right now, Billy remained motionless, his eyes were fixed onto his lap , obsessively spinning the lighter with his fingertips.

“Billy…” (Y/N) asked, voice soft with concern, tilting her head to try and catch his eye. “What’s wrong?” She questioned with care.

Billy didn’t move, his eyes still wide , the lighter a blur as he continuously spun it.

“Hey.” (Y/N) said, hand covering his, stilling the frantic motion of the lighter.

Billy blinked rapidly , as if he was waking from a dream and swiped at the tears that had gathered in the corners of his big blue eyes.

“Hey sweetheart.” He managed, his voice a little shaky.

“Whatcha doin out here, huh? You wanna come inside? Get something to eat?” (Y/N) questioned, anything to get him out of his spiral of overthinking.

You reached for his hand and the chill was startling, your warm skin against his that felt like ice.

“Jesus, Billy! How long have you been sat here?” (Y/N) asked glancing around wondering if he’d been sat out here for hours.

“Not long, what time is it?” Billy inquired.

“It’s almost twelve p.m.” (Y/N) told Billy.

The leather of his brown jacket creaked as he lowered his head, loose curls escaping his mullet and dropping effortlessly onto his forehead.

“Shit.” He mumbled into the stiff collar.

“Well… how long were you out here?” (Y/N) repeated with curiosity.

“Since like, six a.m, I think.” He said hesitantly. “I couldn’t sleep. Your father came out though, when he was leaving for work, asked me to make sure my car was off his driveway by the time he got back.” He chuckled softly.

“Billy you’ve been sat here for almost six hours, what is wrong with you, you’re freezing.” (Y/N) added, her brow slighting furrowing.

You reached for the blanket, intending to pull it away from you and over Billy, but Billy's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping gently around your wrists.

The contact was soft, almost hesitant, yet firm enough to stop you.

“Don't.” He murmured, his voice rough around the edges.

"You need it more than I do." He added.

His thumb brushed lightly across your cheek, leaving a trail of warmth before retreating his hand to his lap, disappearing from the folds of the blanket.

He slumped further into the worn leather seat, his gaze fixed on something beyond the glistening windshield of his Camaro. A deep exhale rattled through him, fogging the window for a brief moment.

“You wanna head back to your place and clean up together? Distract you from whatever’s spinning in that crazy mind of yours?” (Y/N) asked softly, a small smile playing on her lips as she threaded her fingers through his mullet, gently massaging his scalp.

He leaned into her touch, a slight sigh escaping his lips, a clear sign of the comfort it brought him.

"Yeah, sure, alright. But if he comes home-"

You stopped Billy mid sentence.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll leave through the window.” (Y/N) sighed, rolling her eyes playfully.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, a familiar gesture of frustration and started the engine, the rumble vibrating through the car, he turned to you, slowly flicking his head back towards the the window of the drivers side door. A silent invitation, a signal for you to come over and kiss him.

Without a second thought, you straddled his lap, your legs settling on either side of him in the cramped front seat of his Camaro.

The worn fabric from his blue denim jeans pressed against your thighs. You cupped his cheek with one hand, feeling the faint stubble beneath your fingertips, the other hand gently found its place at the nape of his neck, fiddling through the strands of his hair.

His head tilted back against the headrest, his heavy blue eyes, framed by thick lashes, flickered down to your lips. A moment of hesitation hung in the air, thick with unspoken emotions.

The scent of his familiar cologne filled your senses.

You closed the distance, your lips meeting his and latching on. The kiss was soft, gentle and filled with pure love.

“Everything will be okay.” (Y/N) reassured. “Stop thinking about it, I don’t hate you, okay. I love you, you are not your father, it was an accident, we’re okay, I promise.” (Y/N) added trying to bring him a sense of relief.

Billy nodded his head , his hands still pressed against your thighs.

“I love you too, I’ll go check if he’s home while you get ready and then I’ll come back to get you.” He whispered.

You pressed a lingering, warm kiss to Billy’s head, the scent of his hair filling your nostrils.

“See you in 10.” (Y/N) blurted out in a hurried tone, already halfway out the door.

You scrambled out of Billy’s side of the car and made a beeline for your house, the blanket you’d brought along flapping behind you like a makeshift cape. The front door loomed closer and upon arrival you fumbled with the handle and let yourself inside after watching Billy reverse out of your driveway. disappearing up the street.

The sound of his engine faded into the distance, leaving a sudden quiet in its wake.

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After rummaging through your closet for something to wear, you finally settled on an outfit.

You'd already completed your morning routine of brushing your teeth, washing your face and carelessly shoving your hair into a messy bun, the hairstyle that had become your go, to.

After all, you were only going over to Billy’s, so there was no need to make any extra effort.

You exited your bedroom wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans complimented with a black leather belt, a white off the shoulder t-shirt that you’d tucked into the hem of your jeans just enough to give it a casual look and your white Converse shoes that Billy had slipped off the night before, leaving them neatly beside your bedroom door.

You grabbed Billy’s denim jacket, something you never left the house without, just in case it got chilly, though you doubted you’d need it.

A few more moments passed until you heard the unmistakable roar of your boyfriend’s Camaro pulling up out front.

You quickly ran to the kitchen, poured yourself a cup of water and took a quick gulp before darting to the door.

When you opened it, Billy was standing right there, both hands mysteriously hidden behind his back.

"Hey pretty girl.” He grinned, chewing his gum on the right side of his mouth, it slowly peeking through his perfectly shaped teeth.

"Uh- hiiii.” (Y/N) responded with a chuckle and a questioning tone.

Billy revealed his hands from behind his back and with one hand, presented a small bouquet of white roses he'd carefully chosen out for you, knowing you preferred them over the red ones. His other hand offered a teddy bear with 'I love you' stitched across a soft, red heart that sat in its stuffed paws.

“Here, these are for you. I'm no good at this shit but I uh- I thought it might cheer you up.” He said, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

Your face lit up with genuine happiness.

“Oh my god, Billy, who are you?" (Y/N) joked while giving him a playful nudge. "What have you done with my boyfriend?" (Y/N) questioned with a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Take it, go on, before I change my mind.” He chuckled, trying to mask his nervousness.

He didn't usually do things like this, with his dad often calling him ‘faggot’ or a ‘pussy’ for showing any sign of emotion or empathy.

But he was trying his best to show you how sorry he was and how much he cared, hoping these small gestures would express what words often failed to.

You took the gifts from Billy and thanked him after placing a soft kiss to his cheek and set the gifts at the foot of the stairs, you’d left them there to await your return home.

Before standing and turning back around to face Billy , he let out a loud, wolf whistle that echoed through the doorway of your home.

You pivoted , a small smirk tugging at your lips.

“Finally checking out my ass more than your own?” (Y/N) chuckled.

Causing laughter to bubble up from the both of you.

“Come on, get in.” He said, gesturing towards the car with a wide spread grin.

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The drive to your boyfriends house was short, but the silence felt heavy.

Billy pulled up, parking the car against the sidewalk and killed the engine. An obvious tension hung in the air, thick enough to taste. You both stared through the window of the car and Billy broke the silence.

"Listen.” He said, his voice low and serious.

“If he comes home, and anything goes sideways in there, you get out. You hear me? No excuses. I mean it." His eyes locked onto you, pleading for you to understand the weight of his words.

"Dave.” You blurted out, the name a sudden, unexpected thought.

"What?" Billy questioned, his expression a mix of confusion and concern.

"Dave. That's what I'm going to call him. The teddy bear you got me." (Y/N) said, managing a small smile.

"Jesus.” Billy chuckled, a nervous sound. "Get out.”he demanded, squeezing your thigh before opening his door.

Hand in hand, you walked up the cracked concrete steps to the front door. The paint looked fresh and the porch was clean.

Billy often referred to it as a dollhouse. ‘Pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside.’

He was right.

Inside the house was extremely quiet. Neil wasn't home and neither was Maxine.

A frown creased Billy's forehead. His mind raced, wondering where she could be, the worry washing over his eyes. He knew she had lied to him about her plans of doing homework and he clenched his jaw at the thought of her with Lucas.

You squeezed his hand, offering silent reassurance.

"She's fine, Billy.” (Y/N) insisted gently. "Let her be a teenager.” You finished.

You both turned to his bedroom door and stepped inside. It was a disaster zone. Clothes were thrown everywhere, glass scattered, his bed flipped along with pretty much everything else in there, nothing was where it should be. And to finish off the rooms new look, the hole in the wall, a reminder to last night's anger, was still a prominent feature.

"Well shit.” Billy said, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, shit.” You replied playfully, mimicking his tone.

Billy cocked his head to look at you, a look of déjà vu washing over him. He remembered him saying the same thing back at the diner the day his world spun upside down, a lifetime ago it seemed. He knew you were mocking him.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, he was almost proud at you for reflecting his own sarcasm back at him, he taught you well. He loved watching you turn into a mini version of himself.

But despite everything, you always had a way of making him laugh.

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It had taken you both two long hours to fully blitz his bedroom and now, as you surveyed the aftermath, it was hard to believe anything had truly happened at all.

The room looked almost untouched, apart from the obvious absence of the tall mirror that once stood proudly against the wall and the old crumpled poster now hastily taped over the hole beside the door. You felt a wave of relief wash over you, certain that Billy would escape his father’s wrath this time.

As Billy finished reattaching his closet door, you carefully scraped the last shards of glass into the dustpan, the sound of crunching glass echoing in the quiet room. With a final flick of your wrist, you discarded the remains into the trash can, the clatter of the shards marking the end of your chaotic project.

“Done.” (Y/N) declared, a sense of accomplishment fizzing within her.

Billy, blissfully unaware of the impending storm, thanked you and headed out to discard of the trash.

Outside, the sun dipped low in the sky, casting long, golden shadows across Neil’s truck, that sat sinisterly parked in front of the house. Billy was oblivious , he walked straight past and didn’t notice at all.

You didn’t have long to celebrate your small victory before the sound of the front door creaked open and reached your ears.

Neil and Susan walked in with laughter spilling from their lips. They passed Billy’s room and you caught Neil’s eye, an unsettling chill ran down your spine as you shifted yourself to stand straight. He took a few steps back with his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.

“And you are?” Neil asked, his voice low and intimidating, the atmosphere shifting around you.

“Uh-hi, Neil, I’m, um… I’m Billy’s girlfriend.” (Y/N) stammered, her voice shaky as she tried to muster confidence.

“And where is Billy?” He questioned, his tone leaving no room for avoidance.

“He’ll be back in a second, he’s just taking out the trash.” (Y/N) replied, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Hmmm.” Neil grunted, his expression unreadable as he moved closer, invading your personal space.

The air thickened with tension as he leaned in, whispering a jumbled mix of words in a deep, menacing voice.

“You know… you’re not the only whore he brings around here, right?” Neil hissed, the accusation hanging heavily between you.

“Neil!” Susan interrupted, her tone a desperate plea for him to stop, casting you an apologetic smile that did little to ease the weight of the situation.

But Neil’s focus remained on you, his gaze piercing through yours as he cocked his head slightly, a predatory glint in his eyes.

“What, she oughta know who she’s dating, right? My son doesn’t love you, you’re just another toy to him and you’re not going to turn him into an even bigger pussy than he already is, do you understand me?” Neil demanded, the venom in his words cutting deep.

In that moment, the world outside faded away and all that remained was the silence of the room and the weight of Neil's gaze.

Your mouth opened, but the words caught in your throat like a tangled fishing line. Your mind was a racing, the thoughts crashing against each other.

You desperately wanted to believe in Billy, in the love you shared, in the promise that he would never betray you. But the insidious whispers of doubt, planted by others, now bloomed into full blown paranoia. Everyone had warned you about Billy, about his reputation, his wandering eye. You always ignored it, but now, doubt clung to your mind like a persistent shadow.

Neil chuckled, a sound as grating as nails on a chalkboard and peered over your shoulder with a predatory glint in his eyes, before turning his gaze back to you, a smug expression plastered across his face.

"Bedside table, first drawer. Take a look for yourself if you don't believe me." His words were like a poisoned dart, lodging themselves deep within your heart, confirming your worst fears.

A familiar voice, warm and comforting, cut through the tension as Billy peeked through the doorway.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

His father turned to face him, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

“Oh, nothing, son. Just saying hello to your sweet little girlfriend over here." He chuckled, the sound hollow and insincere, before walking away, Billy following him with his eyes, confusion obvious on his face.

"You okay?" Billy asked, stepping fully into the room, his gaze searching yours.

"Yeah, fine.” (Y/N) replied, the word sharp and clipped.

"Alright, I'll be back in a second.” He said, offering a reassuring smile before disappearing down the hallway.

Billy knew something wasn't right. His father, who usually made no secret of his disapproval of Billy having girls at the house, had been uncharacteristically welcoming. A whirl of unease spiralled in his stomach.

While Billy was gone, the words Neil had spoken repeated in your mind like a never ending loop.

You didn't want to snoop through Billy's things, to betray his trust by invading his privacy. But the need to know, to ease the rising tide of panic, was overwhelming.

Driven by a desperate need for answers, you rushed to the bedside table and yanked open the drawer. And there, nestled amongst old, crumpled cigarette packs, lay a vibrant selection of scrunchies in colors and patterns that were scarily unfamiliar. They did not, belong to you.

Shock washed over your face, leaving you cold and numb. A knot formed in your stomach, twisting and tightening with each passing second. Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision. You slammed the drawer shut as you heard Billy’s footsteps slowly approaching.

Billy came back into the room, oblivious to the fear brewing within you and you rushed past him, desperate to escape.

"Hey, where you going? I'm about to take you home.” He shouted down the hallway, his voice coated with confusion.

"I'm good, I’m uh- i’m gonna walk. I feel a little sick, I could do with the fresh air anyway.” (Y/N) said, turning to face him, her hand gripping the doorframe as if it were a lifeline.

"Okay, wellll, I'll walk you home then.” He stated, taking a step towards you.

"No! I- uh- I'm fine. I want to go by myself, have my own space, you know?" (Y/N) replied, her voice trembling slightly.

Billy's face clouded with concern. He knew you'd been helping him all day and he didn't want to pressure you into doing something you didn't want to do. Not after you'd been so good to him.

"Okay, well be safe. Call me when you get home.” He insisted, his eyes filled with worry.

"Yeah.” (Y/N) said, offering a weak smile before turning and leaving his house, closing the door behind her.

Your stomach kept twisting and turning, a nauseating reminder of the betrayal you felt. You didn't know what to do or where to go. You didn't want to go home, or anywhere else. Everywhere and everything reminded you of Billy, of the life you thought you had. In a moment of desperation, you decided to go to an old friend's place.

Eddie Munson.

Eddie had been your best friend for quite some time, Billy had never met him, but he knew of him and disapproved of the friendship, claiming that Eddie's life revolved around trouble and illegal activities. He had asked you, pleaded with you, not to be around him. But now, with your world crumbling around you, Eddie was the only person you could think of turning to since Steve was no longer an option.

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The walk to Eddie's had been brutal, leaving your legs screaming and hair drenched from the rain that entered unexpectedly through Hawkins.

Your skin glistened with a thousand tiny rain drops , each one reflecting the dull, grey sky above. The rain was heavy and harsh, almost sharp against your skin. You desperately hoped Eddie would be home and finally, after 45 minutes of walking, his trailer appeared ahead.

It wasn't much, just a weathered box on wheels. Mud caked the siding and a scattering of beer cans littered the small yard along with Wayne’s worn out deck chair that sat on the tiny porch.

You gathered the last of your strength , climbing the rickety steps and knocked.

"Coming!" Eddie's voice screeched from inside.

The door swung open with a bang and Eddie filled the doorway. His dark, deep, brown eyes softened as he took you in, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

“(Y/N)! What brings you all the way out here?" He asked.

You started to sob uncontrollably.

“Billy, he- I-“ (Y/N) choked , each breath a ragged gasp.

“Billy cheated on me.” (Y/N) cried.

“No.” Eddie said In disbelief.

“God, I’m so sorry, here , come in I’ll get you something do drink- uh , I have a couple friends over but they won’t bother you, they’re cool dudes. I promise.” He said scanning you with concern. “And I’ll get you a fricken blanket or something too jeez. Did you walk here?” He asked.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) sniffled.

“Jesus, come inside.” Eddie insisted.

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Billy’s pov -

Billy had been chain smoking for the past eight hours, the silence of the unringing phone grating on his nerves.

Growing Impatient, he dialled your number, only to dial it again when it went unanswered.

He sat on the edge of his bed, leg bouncing nervously, drawing a long drag from his cigarette.

Should he give you the space you'd asked for, even though he couldn't understand why? Or should he rush over, driven by the fear that you weren't safe?

The memory of what happened at the mall, when he hadn't been there to protect you, gnawed at him.

He exhaled sharply, a decision hardening his features and shot to his feet, rushing down the hallway to the front door and slamming it with an unreasonable force behind him.

Billy opened the door to his Camaro, slamming himself down into the leather seat, his gaze snagged on the denim jacket of his you'd left behind. His mind racing with unwanted thoughts. Were you cold? Were you even safe? Were you caught up in the rain? Were you alone?

He grew angrier with himself for leaving it as long as he did, he knew he should’ve checked on you sooner but he tried to do what you’d asked of him, to let you walk alone and give you the space you needed. The thought’s sent jolts of fear through his body and with that, he roared the engine to life and sped towards your house.

When he arrived, the porch light cast a long shadow, a tide of warmth pulled through his chest at the thought of seeing you. He darted out of the car and rushed up to the front door, the worn wooden planks groaning softly under his boots, each creak increasing his anxiety.

He knew that if you wasn’t home, it would be your father who answered, a fact that always sparked a flare of frustration within him. They didn’t always see eye to eye , but they both had one thing in common, they both loved you and wanted to keep you safe.

So… he knocked. almost hesitantly, a soft tap against the glass.

The door was wrenched open with surprising force, revealing your father, Hopper standing there before him, a silhouette framed by the dim interior light.

“What can I do for ya, Hargrove?” Your father asked, his voice deep and laced with suspicion.

A cigarette dangled loosely from the corner of his lips, smoke curling lazily around the roughness of his moustache, the orange glow momentarily illuminating the deep lines etched by years of hard living.

“Uh-hi Hop, is uh-is (Y/N) home?” Billy asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, trying to appear casual, but his heart hammered against his ribs like a caged bird.

“Nope, thought she was with you.” Hop stated, his eyebrows drawing together in a thunderous expression.

“Right, yeah, sorry, I uh-I just remembered she went over to Nancy’s house to um-to grab some of her things, right, yeah.” Billy stammered with a nervous laugh, the lie feeling like a harsh weight in his stomach.

He tried to meet Hop’s eyes but found himself looking at the worn collar of his half buttoned maroon shirt instead.

“Sorry for bothering you, have a good night.” Billy said, already backing away, not wanting (Y/N) to get in trouble for wandering the streets alone, if that’s what she was even doing.

Your father shot a deathly glare into the back of your boyfriend’s head, but trusted his words as he closed the door. The second it shut, Billy pivoted sharply, a caged animal finally unleashed.

He darted for his Camaro, the vibrant blue glistened under the streetlights. He launched himself inside and turned the key to fire up the engine and within seconds, he’d left your street and raced to a new location.

Billy drove recklessly around Hawkins, the wipers struggling to keep their pace with the down pour.

He screeched to a halt outside Nancy’s Wheelers house, the rain plastering the curls of his mullet to his forehead as he pounded on the door, his knuckles raw. Empty. You weren’t there.

He sped off again, the Camaro a dark blur against the night, to Robin’s, the same frantic energy driving him and the same crushing disappointment awaiting him. You weren’t there either.

He knocked from door to door at every possible house you could have gone to, his desperation growing with each unsuccessful attempt. He even stooped to the point of asking Steve Harrington. But again, as he expected, you weren’t there.

Billy sat for a moment inside the comfort of his own car , the rain having soaked him completely, he was out of options , with no idea where to go, where you were or what to do. Panic had settled in and taken a hold completely at this point, until a thought ignited in his mind, one he’d never entertained before.

Eddie Munson.

Billy got back out of the Camaro that now sat in a pool of rain, rushed back up to Steve’s front door and knocked for the final time, this time more aggressively.

"Hargrove, weren’t you uh- weren’t you just here? I already told you man, she’s not with me.” Steve said, with a familiar annoyance in his voice.

“I know, Harrington, could you just shut the hell up for a second, god.” Billy snapped, rubbing his hand down his face, trying to clear the rain and the frustration that clouded his vision. "Eddie Munson, you heard of him?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure… I know him, actually. Why? You gonna beat his ass to?" Steve huffed, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"Where does he live?" Billy demanded, his voice tight with a burning rage.

"Why would I tell you-“

Billy stopped his sentence.

"Damn it, Harrington! Just tell me where he lives. (Y/N) hasn’t been home all day and if you care at all for her, even just a little bit, you’ll tell me where he lives. Now.” Billy pleaded, his front of anger cracking, revealing the raw fear beneath.

Steve sighed, the fight draining out of him. He gave in, not for Billy, but for you.

“He lives on the outskirts, like… I mean right on the outskirts of Hawkins… Forest Hill’s Trailer park. You’ll know which one is his when you see it, she’ll be there man, I promise, if she can’t come to me he’s the person that’s always next on the list." Steve answered.

Billy nodded, giving him a silent thank you and rushed back to his car.

He fired up the engine and sped towards the trailer park, a longer ride than he expected.

The rain hammered against the windshield as Billy muttered to himself, harsh words of disbelief and denial.

“A fucking trailer park… A trailer park, is she fucking serious? I swear to fucking god (Y/N). What the fuck. You know better than that, to not be around fucking filth and dirt." He whispered in low raspy whisper.

Billy, a man known for his harsh judgments, despised the trailer park. It was something he deemed utterly disgusting.

He finally arrived at Forest Hill’s Trailer Park, the scene illuminated by the sharp glare of his headlights. Rows of battered trailers stood in silence. He took in the view, his lip curling in disgust as he glanced around , finally spotting Eddie’s trailer, a paint peeling, porch drooping mess.

“Fucking Munson.” He spat, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.

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(Y/N’s) pov -

Hours melted away as you, Eddie and Eddie’s friends immersed yourselves in horror flicks. He eagerly introduced you to his collection of music tapes, filling the trailer with heavy metal that vibrated through the entire park. You were shocked that no one complained, everyone here was so laid back.

Eddie piled you with blankets, offered an endless amount of drinks and handed you stacks of towels for your hair, unsure how many a girl might need.

He was doing everything he could to distract you from the pain you were feeling. Your face was puffy, eyes bloodshot and red raw, hair still damp from the rain and despite the blankets, you were still freezing.

Surprisingly, Eddie managed to keep you laughing, but the laughter died quickly as the roar of Billy’s Camaro ripped through the trailer park, headlights cutting through the windows and blinding both of your visions.

“What, the fuck.” (Y/N) whispered.

“You okay?” Eddie asked, not aware of who was outside.

“Billy, he’s here. I don’t know how but he’s here, that’s him-“

Eddie cut your words short.

“That’s him! God, way to make an entrance man.” Eddie joked nervously, his friends laughing at his comment.

“I’m not ready to talk to him yet, Eddie. I don’t know how he found out where you lived, but please don’t tell him I’m here, please make him go away.” (Y/N) begged.

“Okay, okay.” Eddie huffed, standing up to leave the trailer and you behind with it.

You scrambled to the corner of Eddie’s sofa, landing next to a familiar face, Tommy H. What was -he- doing here?! You pushed the question aside and decided to just roll with it. Tommy clearly kept this side of his life hidden from Billy, probably afraid of being labelled a freak.

Billy took a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing bright in the darkness of the night as he stepped out of his car.

The air was thick with the smell of the damp earth beneath him and sludges of dirt that was left from the recent storm, spread evenly across the trailer park.

He spotted Eddie heading his way, a lanky figure emerging from the shadowed doorway of the trailer. Billy smirked, resting a hand on the car roof.

“Can I help you?” Eddie asked, his voice confirming his identity, that slightly higher pitch and off key American accent you'd mentioned more than once, which didn't quite belong in Hawkins.

Billy chuckled, a nasty sound that echoed through the trailer park.

“So… You're the infamous Eddie Munson my girlfriend always talks about.” He sneered, laughing as he said it, a puff of smoke escaping with his words.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, what can I do for ya, man? Need help finding the right trailer?”Eddie shot back, his eyes narrowed.

Billy slotted his cigarette between his lips, the movement sharp and deliberate. He shrugged off his brown leather jacket, the worn leather creaking as he discarded it to the ground behind him. He stepped forward, boots sinking in the mud beneath him and Eddie met him halfway, closing the distance between them until they were standing toe to toe, the air crackling with unspoken threat.

Eddie looked up to the man that towered him and you watched from a careful distance through the window.

“I’m looking for my girlfriend, little birdy told me she was here.” He revealed.

“Yeah uhh, I don’t know who you’re talking about man, must’ve got the wrong trailer.” Eddie replied, not knowing what to say.

“You sure? She’s small, long haired, bit of a bitch.” He joked, trying to rile Eddie up into admitting you were inside.

“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry man.” Eddie said trying to sound convincing.

Billy nodded as he took another long drag on his cigarette before pulling it out sharply.

“You know, I don’t know this-“ Billy pauses, kissing his teeth with his tongue.

“This whole situation Munson it’s… it’s giving me the heebie jeebies.” Billy stated through a deep exhale of smoke.

“Why’s that man.” Eddie sighed, clearly annoyed.

Billy takes a final pull on his cigarette, blowing it towards eddies face.

“My girlfriend goes missing, all day. And then I find her with you, in your trailer… And you lie to me about it.” Billy said, his anger simmering just below the surface.

“God were you dropped to much as a child or what.” Eddie joked, a sadistic laugh escaping Billy’s mouth as he flicked his tongue across the fullness of his lower lip at a rapid pace, his irritation towards his comment extremely obvious.

“I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said man, she’s not here.” Eddie added, trying to play it cool.

Billy sighed and pointed his cigarette towards the window of eddies trailer.

“Then who is that.” Billy questioned, his tone sharp.

Eddies head snapped back and he quickly realised you weren’t as hidden as you both thought. Billy knew you was in there the moment he laid eyes on the trailer.

“Oh, shit.” Eddie sighed. “Listen-“ He started, but didn’t get to finish.

Billy shoved Eddie to the ground.

“Next time plant your feet.” He demands, delivering a painful blow to Eddie’s stomach with the boot on his foot.

You glanced over to the door of the trailer when you heard Billy’s heavy footsteps approaching.

The door slammed open, the sudden noise jolting everyone inside. Billy's eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the sight of Tommy H sitting extremely close to you.

"Well, well, well. Tommy Hagan. What a surprise." Billy spat out in a sinister tone.

Tommy immediately stood up, but Billy was quicker, rushing to stand directly in front of him, blocking any chance of escape.

Panic surged through you as you scrambled to your feet. The situation was spiraling out of control faster than you could process.

As if on cue, Eddie's friends began to file out of the trailer, sensing the tension in the air. Soon, it was just the three of you inside, with Eddie still sprawled on the ground outside, oblivious to the escalating conflict.

"It's not what it looks like, man.” Tommy stammered, desperately trying to diffuse the situation.

"Yeah, sure looked pretty fucking cozy to me.” Billy stated, his eyes burning with anger.

In one swift motion, he pinned Tommy against the flimsy aluminium wall of Eddie's trailer.

“If you go near her again I will break every bone in your god damn body, do you understand?” Billy demanded.

“Yeah man. I won’t, I swear.” Tommy choked in fear.

Billy let go, tossing Tommy to the side. Tommy scrambled up and bolted out of the trailer. Eddie appeared right after him, clutching his side and wincing.

"You okay, (Y/N)?" Eddie gasped, leaning heavily against the doorframe.

“Yeah, Eddie, I'm... I'm okay." (Y/N) managed, though her voice trembled slightly.

Billy turned to Eddie, a harsh laugh escaping him as he watched Eddie struggle to catch his breath.

“Seen as though (Y/N) won't listen to me, maybe you will. Stay away from her. STAY, AWAY FROM HER!" Billy's voice was a loud, menacing growl.

Eddie, despite his pain, smirked and huffed.

“You bet." He said, having no intention of following Billy's order.

"Let's go, now." Billy said, turning his intense gaze on you. He held out his hand, palm up, a silent command.

Your heart hammered against your ribs. You took a few shaky breaths, trying to regain some composure. You found a slither of courage, enough to say...

“No.”

“What?" Billy questioned, a mix of confusion and disbelief on his face at your unexpected outburst.

"I said, no." (Y/N) stated, her voice trembling slightly but holding a newfound firmness.

"What the fuck has gotten into you, huh? Do you know how worried I've been, how long I've looked for you, who I had to fucking go to?" He asked, his voice rising with each word.

"I don't care. Just leave. I'm staying at Eddie's tonight." (Y/N) declared, trying to sound braver than she felt.

"No, you're not. Out, now.” Billy said, his patience clearly wearing thin.

"Billy, FUCK OFF! Please, for the love of God!” (Y/N) exclaimed, the plea laced with a desperate frustration.

“Hey!" Billy's voice rose, his hands shooting out to grip your upper arms, not painfully, but firmly, holding you in place.

“Easy.” He said, his eyes narrowing slightly, trying to control your anger and calm you down.

“Or, what.” (Y/N) mocked.

“Watch it.” He said, his voice low and raspy.

You shoved at his chest with all of your strength, not that it moved him much, but the gesture conveyed your feelings and Billy seemed to understand, releasing his hold, a confused expression taking over his features.

"(Y/N), what the fuck is going on with you?" He asked, his voice laced with concern and a hint of frustration.

“You! You're what's going on! Did you think I wouldn't fucking find out, Billy? Huh?" (Y/N) demanded, her voice louder, echoing in the confined space.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Billy countered, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Why don’t you tell me?” (Y/N) questioned with a hint of sarcasm.

“Because I don’t know.” Billy answered, growing more frustrated by the second.

"Your father... He told me everything.” (Y/N) revealed, the words hanging heavy in the air.

A flicker of understanding flashed in Billy's eyes and he realized that Neil had been injecting your brain with bullshit and lies. He should have trusted his instincts when his father hadn't caused a riot over you being in the house in the first place.

“And what exactly, did he tell you (Y/N)?” He asked, his jaw tightening and his words measured.

"He said that I'm not the only whor-“ (Y/N) choked out, voice cracking and tears welling up in her eyes. "That I’m not the only whore you bring around.” She sobbed.

"(Y/N), I spend all my time with you. How can you believe this shit? This is-“ He tried to continue but you cut him off.

"And then he told me to check your drawer if I didn't believe him, that I'd see the truth for myself.” (Y/N) confessed, her voice trembling, tears streaming down her face.

"You went through my shit?” Billy asked, his voice barely a whisper, a mixture of hurt and disbelief in his eyes.

"Yes, God, yes, Billy, I went through your shit and saw the fucking collection of hair ties you keep stored from God knows who!” (Y/N) cried out, her voice thick with emotion.

Billy paused, a single tear escaping and tracing a path down his cheek. He lowered his gaze, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"They're my mother's.” He said, his voice cracking with vulnerability.

"Wh-what?" (Y/N) stammered, her anger momentarily forgotten, replaced by a surge of confusion.

"They're my mom's, (Y/N)! They, are my mom's!" He repeated, his voice rising with emotion.

"And I don't care that you went through my shit, do what you want I don’t care, I have nothing to hide. But you could have at least told me what was going on before you stormed out of the house and disappeared for fucking hours.” He added, his voice laced with pain.

"Billy, I..." You started, reaching out to him, but he stopped you with a raised hand.

"It doesn't matter. This is my father's fault.” He huffs, dragging his sweaty palms down his face as he catches his breath.

“Here's what we're going to do. You're going to gather whatever you brought here and you're going to get in my car and we, are going to go home and forget this ever happened. Is that problem?" He asked, his eyes searching yours.

"No, I'm sorry, Billy. I'm so sorry.” You pleaded, your voice filled with remorse.

"What I just say, huh? It's not your fault. Just forget about it. Grab your things. Let's go.” He urged, his voice softer now, filled with a desperate need to fix things.

"My shoes are wet." You sniffled, holding up the soaked, white, converse shoes you’d trekked to Eddie’s trailer in.

You clutched them tight in your hands and without a word, Billy bent down and scooped you up into his arms, cradling you like a baby.

"Is that everything? Nothing else you need?" He questioned.

"No.” You responded softly, burying your face in his neck.

Billy's boot connected with the trailer door, sending it crashing outward. He spun around, slamming it shut as you tried to say,

"Thank you, Eddi-“ Your words were swallowed by the resounding slam. Billy, his jaw tight, moved away with you cradled in his arms. Relief washed over him, finding you unharmed and okay, but a simmering anger still bubbled at the thought of other guys being near you.

You felt a sharp stab of guilt, remembering your earlier doubts and a swell of sadness that pulled behind your eyelids.

"A fucking trailer park." He spat, the words laced with sarcasm and disgust.

"Shut up, it's nice.” you said, a playful challenge in your voice.

Billy shot you a look that screamed ‘you’re crazy’ then gently settled you into the passenger seat of his car. He reached into the back, retrieving your favorite blanket and draped it over you with a tenderness that masked his earlier aggression.

He shut the door with a soft click and rounded the hood, opening his door and sliding in beside you. The car filled with the sharp exhale of his breath. He turned to you, his head cocked slightly, eyes glued to yours.

"Don't ever pull that shit again, you hear me? 'Cause next time I'll make sure he can't walk. Same goes for the rest of the freaks that were in there with ya.” He threatened, the words a low rumble.

The engine roared to life and Billy raced out of the trailer park, the gravel and dirt spitting behind the tyres.

He drove you straight home, where he'd end up staying, again. It was becoming a routine, a comfortable habit neither of you seemed to mind. Billy might as well have moved in, he spent more time at your place than he did his own.

Your father, the chief of Hawkins police, had been called in for another late shift , one of the many perks of his position, or so he sarcastically claimed.

Billy carried you up the stairs, still cradled in his arms, his grip surprisingly gentle.

"You are not getting into bed with me like that, the smell of Munson's filthy trailer is still stuck to your skin. You're getting in the shower.” He declared, a playful mockery in his voice.

“Come on, it's not that bad.” You giggled, though you knew the stench of Eddie's trailer was, in fact, quite potent, a smell that clung to everything in its path. You buried your face in Billy's neck, playfully trying to transfer the smell.

After a few more teasing comments, Billy turned on the shower for you. The bathroom filled with the sound of rushing water and the air grew thick with steam. You stepped inside, the warm water rolling down your back, washing away the grime and the lingering scent of Eddie's trailer, along with the tension of the evening.

You jumped, startled by the sudden feeling of a presence behind you. Billy had gotten in to join you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, intending to help you wash your hair, in which he did.

After a few more passing moments, he whirled you around, him now under the shower head and you replacing his position, the curls of his mullet flattening against his face as the water rushed over him.

"I love you, okay?" He said, his voice soft.

One hand was firmly around your back, grounding you, while the other cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing softly against it in a comforting rhythm.

"I'd never do anything to hurt you, or upset you and I definitely would NOT, cheat on you. You're the only person I want, I promise. No one else even interests me, just you. I love you… And only you, you got that?" Billy asked, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt.

"Okay, I got it, I love you too, Billy.” (Y/N) replied softly, her heart swelling with affection.

He spat water at you from his mouth playfully, breaking the intensity of the moment and you pushed his face back. He lifted you with one arm over his shoulder with surprising ease, his laughter echoing in the small space as he did it.

Stepping out of the shower with you still dangling from his shoulder, he slipped you off and placed you gently on your feet, wrapping a soft towel around you and cuddling you into his chest after he did it. The warmth of his body excited you, a comforting shield against the cool air.

Billy placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, a silent promise of comfort and affection, before pinching your chin and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with a love so profound it made your heart ache in the best way possible.

He had missed you all day, every moment feeling more and more empty without you by his side, he was so happy to have you back in his arms, exactly where you belonged. Not a single thought went through his mind before he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours.

The kiss grew hungrier, needier in fact. You allowed his tongue to enter your mouth and he flicked it against yours , latching back onto your lips after he’d done it. A few more seconds passed and he finally broke free, leaving a darker blush of pink swelling on your lips.

"You ready to go to sleep?" He asked, breaking the silence and smiling down at you.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” (Y/N) answered softly, leaning into his embrace, feeling safe and secure in his arms. The earlier anxieties of the day seemed to melt away, replaced by the simple joy of just being with him.

He kissed the tip of your nose gently and shook his head in disbelief, not understanding how he got so lucky with you.

“God, I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too, Billy.” You whispered back, hands trailing from his abs to his chest, knowing exactly, what you were instigating.

“Bed, now.” He demanded.

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You’re mine, you know that. Pt.3

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**SUMMARY - Reunited with Billy, you're happy to see him trying to control his anger and for a while, it seems like he's succeeding. However, you soon discover that Billy isn't truly controlling it at all, instead, he's diverting it elsewhere, and you're about to find out where that is. Angry Billy, Protective Billy.

**TRIGGER WARNINGS - Mentions of blood and cuts. Invasion of personal space between Jason and the reader. Violent anger outburst from Billy not directed at the reader. Mentions of past trauma. I think that’s all.

**WORD COUNT - 6k

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Just a few precious days had passed since you and Billy had slowly pieced your relationship back together. The rejoining came after the second, rather harsh clash with Steve. The thought of parting ways with Billy had been a painful one, you never wanted to have to do that. But you also recognised he needed a reality check, a dark reminder of what he could lose if he continued to let his anger control him.

Since your heartfelt reunion, Billy had engaged in numerous deep conversations with you, desperately seeking for strategies to tame his inner demons. You of course offered your unconditional support which went without saying, though you came to the understanding that his possessive anger around other guys that lingered around you might be a battle he'd always struggle with. But eventually, you both gently agreed that he would focus on channeling his energy into managing his anger in other areas of life, as a start.

Billy hated the feeling of explosive anger, yet at the same time it served as a raw, emotional outlet for him.

He consented to this arrangement primarily to soothe your worries and bring you peace of mind and he was genuinely committed to making it work.

Billy had gone home last night to baby sit Max, she hated it and so did he. She was old enough to look after herself but Neil insisted Billy stayed. You could’ve gone over, but you didn’t , you respected Billy’s wishes of not wanting you anywhere near that house because of his father’s angry outbursts.

It was eleven thirty a.m in the morning, your eyes peeled open, a shiver running down your spine as you dove under the sheets to shield yourself from the coldness of the morning chill. You glanced over at the alarm clock that perched on your bedside table , the bedside table that now had a wonky drawer from Billy’s heavy hands. He’d been meaning to fix it, but every time he was with you, you both forgot about it and got lost in each other’s company.

“Shit!” (Y/N) huffed under her breath.

You'd overslept, a common occurrence since Billy started staying over and disrupting your once perfect sleep schedule, though you didn't mind, not when it meant being with him, it was a price you were willing to pay in exchange for his company.

The soft cotton of your white, daisy covered sheets whispered against your legs as you sat up on the edge of the bed, brushing them off to the side and rubbing your eyes with the heels of your palms, trying to shake off the traces of sleep that remained stubborn on your eyes.

Until suddenly, your heart leaped into your throat as the roar of Billy's Camaro echoed down the street and into your drive.

Hopper, your father and also the chief of Hawkins police, had left hours ago, leaving the house blissfully empty.

You raced to the window, the broken frame resisting your efforts as you jammed it upward with a slight grunt. Another thing Billy had promised to fix. You placed your hands , palms down onto the windowsill and leaned out, the cool morning air an icy kiss that blushed your nose and cheeks with a vibrant red, along with the suns golden rays painting your skin with a gentle yet delicate warmth.

Billy emerged from the car, the slam of the door echoing on your quiet street and casually shifted his keys to the opposite hand with a jingle. He took a final, long, lingering drag on his cigarette, the cherry flaring to life , a swirling blend of molten red and a fiery orange that briefly illuminated his face.

“Hey stranger.” (Y/N) said, voice thick with sleep.

Billy looked up , his brows furrowing slightly and a deep wrinkle forming between them, to see your fragile figure perched on the windowsill and being swallowed by the folds of his baggy, oversized shirt. Your hair was hastily thrown into a messy bun , which was usually your go to.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke through a faint smile that started to play on his lips, casually leaning against his car with the right side of his upper arm taking his weight.

“You oughta be careful hanging out that thing.” He said with worry.

“Oh please, there’s literally a garage roof right underneath me, I’m fine.” (Y/N) reassured.

“Mhm, I brought your friend… Get out, shitbird.” Billy demanded.

Auburn hair spilled from the passenger side of Billy’s Camaro. It was Maxine, exiting the car smiling ear to ear, her excitement barely contained.

“Hey- oh, someone slept in.” Max giggled.

“Plans, remember? The mall.” She added, waving her hands expressively as she spoke.

“Yeah, right , Urm… Let me put some clothes on I’ll be right out.” (Y/N) blurted out in a hurry.

You whirled around and scrambled to throw on whatever clothes were within reach, fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers as you raced against the clock.

(Y/N) heard Billy’s voice distantly, rising in volume from outside of the window.

“Still wish you’d let me come with you (Y/N). It’s a Saturday , the mall will be packed.” Billy called out, his voice laced with concern.

You scoff playfully and paused. The sound of Maxine scolding Billy drifted in from outside of the window.

“You don’t even like the mall, you hate shopping, you just wanna know our secrets.” Maxine joked, playfully raising her eyebrows a few times, a smile dancing on her lips.

“What secrets.” Billy asks with confusion.

Maxine’s laughter mingled with yours, knowing she was teasing him, planting the seed of overthinking on the secrets you both share.

A tense silence hung in the air for a few seconds , before the familiar sound of scuffling and the scrape of boots broke the quiet.

Then a sudden shadow stretched long across the wall in front of you, prompting you make a sharp turn where you were now faced with Billy.

He’d once again, made the dangerous decision to climb your garage roof and stumble up to your bedroom window.

“You sure you don’t want me to come (Y/N)? I can-“

Billy’s words trailed off, his eyes snagged by the sight of the dress you had laid out, a pink mini ruffle dress which he knew hugged your figure so perfectly , his angry gaze lingered for a moment until he quickly shifted the conversation.

“Are you fucking crazy? Put that shit back. Now. Jesus , if I can’t come to watch over you , you sure as shit ain’t wearing that.” He demands, an edge of concern sharpening in his tone.

You giggled, reaching for another option, only to be met with a blunt 'nope' each time you presented something new.

“Billy, come on you’re being ridiculous now.” You chuckled. “I’m wearing this and I don’t want to hear anything more about it.” (Y/N) huffed while holding up another dress.

Billy bursts through your window in a flash of reckless energy, landing with a thud that rattles the glass. Before you can even blink, he's shifted to pin you against your wardrobe, a mischievous glint in his eyes which sparkled with a playful challenge.

“You wanna try that again, sweetheart?.” He asks, his voice a low rumble. “Because next time, I might not be so gentle.” He teased.

You smiled, a slow, genuine curve of your lips and looked up at him through your lashes with wide, doe like eyes. The innocent, trusting gaze washed over him, filling his chest with a sense of awe and protectiveness so deep it stole his breath.

The feeling you gave his body just by looking at him was incredible, an electric hum that vibrated beneath his skin, something so warm and overwhelming that no human language could ever fully capture its power.

“Fine.” (Y/N) whispers, along with a smile and a playful eye roll.

He presses a soft, warm kiss to your head and just in that moment, you both hear a loud, impatient voice piercing through the window.

“Are you guys done in there? God, I feel like I’ve been stood here for a lifetime, pleaseee , hurry up!” Max groaned.

You gave Billy a playful push to the chest before he climbed back out of your window, the familiar creek of the frame seemed to punctuate the end of your private moment.

Turning back to the mirror, you finished getting ready, pulling on your tight blue denim shorts that felt snug against your skin followed by tugging the white strappy tank top down, adjusting it so that the soft cotton settled just below your belly button. A slither of skin peeked out between the hem of the top and the waistband of your shorts, a subtle flash of bareness that caught the light with every move you made. Finally, you reached out for Billy’s denim jacket, a piece you always completed your look with, slowly rolling up the sleeves after throwing it over your exposed shoulders.

The jacket faintly smelt of him, a mix of his cheap cologne, cigarettes and a slight hint of booze, all though, the smell had started to fade after the amount of times you had worn it.

You inhaled deeply, a small smile playing on your lips.

For some reason, you’d adopted his white tank top, denim on denim look for yourself, you lived for the crazy combination.

You rushed to the bathroom, the minty scent of toothpaste filled the air as you brushed your pearly whites, the bristles rough against your gums. You splashed cool water on your face feeling the last vestiges of sleep wash away. You then brought your hair into a half up, half down style, leaving a few strands to frame your face as you always do. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed you didn’t need any makeup, you hated the stuff and Billy loved that about you. He admired your natural beauty.

You rushed down the stairs, the wooden steps creaking softly under the soft, grey carpet beneath the soles your feet. Your hair swayed with each step, the loose strands tickling your neck as you moved.

At the bottom, you grabbed your white Converse shoes and slipped them onto your feet, the worn soles molding comfortably to your arches. With quick, practiced movements, you laced them up, pulling the laces just tight enough for a snug fit.

The keys hung on a small hook by the door, jingling softly as you plucked them off. You swung the door open, letting in a rush of crisp, morning air that carried the scent of freshly cut grass and stepped outside, before pivoting rapidly to close the door behind you. You turned the lock with a satisfying click, securing the house and with a snap of your head, you turned to face the red head and your boyfriend.

“Ready?.” (Y/N) exhaled, catching her breath.

Maxine gave you a knowing look, her head tilted slightly, her eyebrows raised and a slight smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“I was born ready.” She stated.

“Oh, okay, I guess it’s ignore your boyfriend and wear whatever the hell you want day.” Billy said with frustration while opening the drivers side door to his Camaro.

You ignored the snide comment and proceeded to enter the deathtrap your boyfriend called a car.

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After twenty minutes of Billy's reckless driving, topped off by Max's off key singing and your uncontrollable giggles, the parking lot of Starcourt mall finally came into view. Excitement bubbled through you and Max, a shared feeling that made your skin tingle.

Billy slowed the Camaro, its engine rumbling like a caged beast as he pulled up out the front of the mall.

“You sure you don't want me to tag along?" He asked, his voice laced with concern. "Won't even notice I'm there." He added, his eyes darting between you and Max as he puffed on his cigarette that was clamped between his thumb and index finger nervously.

“Billy!" Max exclaimed through gritted teeth and hint of annoyance in her tone.

“We’re fine Billy, I’m fine, trust me. Go work out or something, see you in a couple hours?" (Y/N) questioned, trying to reassure him with a gentle smile.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Billy responded, his voice coated with a subtle anger, a clear indication of his desire to watch over you.

A soft ‘I love you’ escaped your lips, trying to soothe his unspoken worries.

“Yeah, I love you too sweetheart.” He sighed, the fight draining out of him.

He wished you'd let go of the self reliant act, just once and allow him to take care of you. But you wouldn't, your independent spirit burned as fiercely as his own stubborn nature.

Billy sped off, his Camaro left a dark, hot tire mark etched onto the sun baked concrete beneath you, the scent of burning rubber floating in the air.

You and Max exchanged a knowing glance, a silent agreement passing between you and wide grins spreading across your faces.

“Let’s go!” Max said in excitement, grabbing your hand and pulling you deeper into the mall.

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An hour and thirty minutes had slipped by, the weight of the plastic shopping bags squeezed at your fingertips. A mutual craving for something sweet sparked between you and Max and Scoops A-hoy, with its charm and promise of frozen delights, called you and Max closer.

You hurried over and quickly found a booth.

Steve was behind the counter, working his usual shift, scooping and serving ice cream with practiced ease.

You and Max swapped a discrete glance, a silent understanding passing between you to keep your distance.

The remains of Tommy H's party still lingered on Steve's face , the fading bruises now just a subtle yellowish colour against his cheekbone, a reminder of a night best left in the past.

Max called Robin over and ordered a towering banana split, a combination of flavors you personally hated. You, on the other hand, stuck to your classic, vanilla ice cream, topped with a generous helping of cherries and a shower of colourful sprinkles.

Steve brought over your order. He handed you your cone and winked as he placed a small box of extra cherry’s on your table, a small way of saying, ‘I'm not mad at you’. You smiled back at Steve with nerves surging through your body and took a bite from your ice cream cone.

You and Max devoured your sweet treats, the cold ice cream a welcome respite from the sudden wave of heat that entered Hawkins.

As you were about to stand, a sudden collision sent you tumbling back into your seat, your shopping bags scattering across the floor. A familiar voice apologised.

Jason Carver.

Someone your boyfriend hated with a passion, you and Max both knew that.

He quickly gathered your belongings and placed them back onto the table. He then slid into the seat beside you, his presence immediately altering the atmosphere. Max shot you a confused look, her eyebrows raised in question as you sunk deeper into your seat. Jason mirrored your movement, closing the gap between you.

“Hey, (Y/N), didn't expect to see you here." He adds, placing a hand to your knee.

You glanced at max, a worried expression on your face and gently pushed his hand away from you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you uh- where’s Billy, he not around?” Jason questioned.

“He’ll be here soon”. (Y/N) replied, giving an awkward smile.

Billy wasn’t due to pick you and Maxine up for another twelve minutes, but each tick of the clock felt like an eternity as you were stuck with Jason Carver.

You shot a desperate glance at the clock, silently begging for Billy to arrive and rescue you.

Steve, was observing the situation, he caught your distress and fixed Jason with a harsh glare. He might not be able to take on your boyfriend, but he sure as hell could take Jason Carver.

It had been over fifteen excruciating minutes of you and Max awkwardly enduring Jason's one sided conversation. His long standing crush on you was no secret, but there was always something about him that felt… unsettling.

Finally, Max swooped in, a welcome distraction that saved you from the painful conversation that had your ears burning with impatience.

“We best get going, Billy should be here any minute.” She adds , a subtle warning to her tone in an attempt to intimidate Jason.

“Yeah, let’s go.” (Y/N) agreed.

Jason unfolded himself from the booth, a smirk playing on his lips as he gestured for you to pass.

As you squeezed past him, he seized the opportunity, spinning you around with unexpected force. His arm slithered around your back, trapping you against him, while his other hand cupped your face, his fingers tightening slightly as if to assert control. He dipped his head, his eyes locking onto yours and leaned in for a kiss you definitely didn’t want. Jason had clearly read all the signs wrong.

The air crackled with tension, but before his lips could make contact, Steve, in a state of fury, propelled himself over the counter, wood splintering under his weight. He crashed into Jason with a brutal force, yanking him away from you with a deathly snarl. Steve rained down a violent series of blows on Jason's face, each punch a raw expression of his protective rage. He pushes Jason to the floor and turns to face you.

“Are you okay.” Steve asks , voice riddled with concern.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay I just, I didn’t expect him to do that.” (Y/N) said in shock.

Jason had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his move for quite some time now. With Billy gone, he saw his chance, foolishly believing he could charm his way into your heart. He fantasized about winning you over, about you falling head over heels for him.

Never. Not in this lifetime, or in any for that matter. Your heart belonged to Billy.

“Thanks Steve.” (Y/N) said with a smile, Steve returning one back.

You and Max burst out of Scoops A-hoy, a flurry of hurried steps echoing through the mall as you barreled through the doors. There, leaning against his Camaro, was Billy. He was smoking a cigarette, a wall of frustration swirling around his head.

“You’re late again. Do you know how long I’ve been parked here? Twenty minutes, Jesus, get in.” He grumbled, throwing away the cigarette with unnecessary force.

Billy sighed and threw his arms open for you to climb into , feeling guilty at his previous choice of words.

You approached him and he pulled you into a hug, but a sharp twinge shot through your back, a painful reminder of the mark Jason had left. It throbbed.

Jason hadn't meant to hurt you, but his hands shouldn't have been on you at all, let alone attempting a kiss. Inflicting pain was never part of his plan to win you over.

A flicker of concern crossed Billy's face and you shot a silent plea at Max, begging her to keep quiet.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Billy asked, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

"Yeah, just missed you.” (Y/N) replied, forcing a smile.

Max gagged.

“Get a room.” She demanded, breaking the tension with a playful eye roll.

He latched onto your lips and swirled his tongue around your mouth , your fingers raking through the loose curls of his mullet as he does it. He soon pulls away and presses a final , soft kiss to your lips that were now a darker shade of pink from the pressure of Billy’s kiss.

“I missed you too baby, i told you, you should’ve let me come with you.” He said proudly.

Billy opened the passenger door for you, Max already scrambling into the back, she pulled the seat back towards her and you sank into the leather, a sigh escaping your lips.

Seconds later Billy slid in beside you roaring the Camaro to life and speeding out of the malls parking lot with screeching tyres.

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Back at home, the house felt empty without your father, Hopper. He was used to working late, but his absence always hung in the air. You invited Billy and Maxine inside, hoping to fill the silence. They strongly agreed and made their way inside, trailing behind you.

The three of you gathered in the kitchen, Billy’s stomach rumbled as he declared his hunger with a grin.

You playfully rolled your eyes and without hesitation, you turned to the task of feeding him, rummaging through the pantry.

As you reached high into the cupboard for a bag of chips, his denim jacket had risen up with your movements, exposing the angry red handprint that marked the skin of your lower back.

Billy's eyes widened, his appetite now completely gone and his playful nature instantly exiting the room and instead, filling it with a burning rage.

“What. The fuck. Is that?.” Billy questioned through heavy breaths while deepening the bass in his voice.

You didn’t hear him right away, so you continued to rummage through the pantry.

“Hey!” He shouts.

You snap your head and turn to face him.

“What?” (Y/N) asked with a worried look painting across her face.

Billy pushed himself away from the counter, he moved with a sudden urgency, closing the distance between you both in a heartbeat. His hands, large and strong, gripped your waist, fingers digging in slightly as he spun you around In a swift, almost frantic motion. He lifted the back of his denim jacket away from your delicate skin and repeated his question.

“I said what the fuck, is that.” He repeated, pointing at the mark on your lower back, keeping his gaze on yours with it burning into the back of your skull, his blood boiling to even higher temperatures.

“Oh it’s nothing I-“

Billy cut you off.

“Nothing? That doesn’t look like nothing to me, who the fuck did this to you? when did this happen?” He questioned with a glaze of fury burning over his eyes.

“It was at the mall, me and Maxine were eating ice cream at Scoops A-hoy and-“

Billy cut you off for the second time.

“Steve fucking Harrington, he’s a dead ma-“

Billy didn’t get to finish, this time you cut him off, your impatience growing with his continued failure to listen.

“No, god this is why we argue, you don’t listen. Steve was working there, yes. But Steve didn’t do this, he helped me.” (Y/N) started, rubbing the sweaty palms of her hands down her face as she takes in a deep breath and exhales sharply.

“We were about to leave and Jason Carver ended up sitting right next to me, blocking me in, he spoke to us for like way over fifteen minutes, our ears could barely take anymore so Max told him we were leaving and he got up to let us go, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back around and he tried to kiss me, the handprint was a pure accident, he just tried to keep me from falling because he turned me too fast. Steve jumped over the counter and beat his ass. It’s done, leave it Billy, please.” (Y/N) pleaded.

“Jason fucking Carver. If it’s not one rat it’s the other. First Steve and now Jason. I’m going to kill that son of a-“

Billy’s sentence was cut short for the final time.

“Billy! You promised. Are you really going to do this again, after what happened last time?” (Y/N) questioned, her brows knitting together slightly.

Remembering that he had promised he’d find new ways to control his anger, he gritted his teeth, eyes still wide and let go of you.

“Fine. I’ll be back, I’m gonna take a walk.” He huffed.

Billy had left his pack of crumpled cigarettes behind, which was strange considering he never went anywhere without them, especially when he needed to calm his nerves.

You glanced at Max, a knot of unease tightening in your stomach. It was getting late, so you offered her a place to stay, leading her to the spare bedroom and getting her settled in. But even as you fluffed pillows and made small talk, the anxiety continued to churn within you.

You hurried back downstairs, hoping to find Billy, but he was still nowhere to be seen. Just as your worry began to escalate, your father, Hopper , had arrived home, his presence a familiar comfort as he greeted you with a tired smile.

“Hey kid, you okay.” He asks softly.

“Yeah dad , thanks, urm- did you see Billy on your way down here ?” (Y/N) questioning her father nervously, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Uhhh nope. But his car is parked in my driveway and I had to park my truck out on the street, so that situation needs to be solved… immediately, I mean who does he think he I-“ Your father paused, noticing the worried look that glazed over your (Y/E/C) eyes. “Everything okay, he’s not causing you any trouble?” Your father asked with concern coating his voice.

Your father never approved of Billy, not really. It wasn't just overprotectiveness, though there was plenty of that, it was the instinctive urge to keep any male from even breathing the same air as his daughter. He knew Billy looked after you, and he appreciated that, not that he wanted to. But your father needed to assert his dominance, to make it clear he could protect you too. The problem was Billy.

Billy, had this infuriating way of making everyone else feel small, like -he- was the only one capable of keeping you safe. And that, more than anything, grated on your father.

“No, no. I’m gonna go and look for him, it’s been a while. Urm- Maxine is sleeping in the spare room, I said she could spend the night, we were at the mall all day, I love you, dad, I’ll be back soon.” (Y/N) said , slamming the door on her way out leaving no room for a response.

You paced the street, your eyes scanning for any sign of Billy, the same knot of worry tightening, but this time in your chest. A faint idea of where he might be tugged at your thoughts.

Billy lived just two streets over, practically behind your house, yet he always drove, a fact you'd never questioned.

But now, the reason seemed glaringly obvious. You clung to the hope that he was home, doing exactly what he promised, controlling his anger. A surge of pride washed over you at the thought of him resisting the urge to drive to Jason Carver's house and unleash his fury.

Driven by a mix of anxiety and determination, you decided to take the daring walk to the place Billy refused to call home. He had always been adamant about keeping you away and you had never crossed its threshold, despite knowing its location.

He couldn't bear the thought of exposing you to his father, Neil and his abusive nature, even when his father wasn't there. Billy didn't trust that Neil wouldn't forget something and unexpectedly return, finding you in his home and unleashing his uncontrollable temper. He desperately wanted to shield you from that side of his life, the ugliness and the potential of harm. And so far, he’d done a great job of doing so.

The walk had stretched into what felt like an eternity, but finally, you arrived, looking up at the horror house stood before your very eyes.

Muffled thuds echoed from within, making you reluctant to intrude.

You knew Neil was out for the evening with Susan, yet the nagging possibility of his early return lingered in your mind.

Unable to identify the source of the unsettling noises, you proceeded to walk up the very few steps to the front door, one foot in front of the other.

Upon arrival, you lifted your fist, skin still tingling from the late nights chill and paused, hovering in anticipation of a knock, but you reconsidered, deeming it pointless.

Neil’s car was noticeably absent, confirming your suspicion that the sounds that pulsed from the inside were more than likely, Billy.

You bit the bullet and turned the handle, pushing the door inward and stepping into the unknown, utterly unprepared for the scene that awaited you.

Creeping down the hallway, each step measured and silent, you froze as Billy's voice roared through the house.

It was a sound you'd never heard from him before, raw and full of hatred, laced with a pain that made your blood run cold.

Dread swirled in your stomach as you imagined what could be happening. Every instinct screamed at you to turn back, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he needed you.

“Fuckkkk, ahhh.” Billy shouted at the top of his lungs. “Stupid - fucking - ahhh!!” He shouted again, this time louder than the last.

The smash that came next was deafening.

You peeked around his bedroom door, eyes wide, and froze still. It was like a monster had taken over Billy.

The bed was completely flipped on its side, the bedside table that once stood tall, now splintered on the floor, its contents scattered with it and glass from the mirror he'd just shattered, glittered on the carpet.

Billy was stood in the corner of his bedroom, repeatedly punching the wardrobe before him, one door already ripped off its hinges.

You stood there, paralyzed, trying to process the scene.

"Billy?" You whispered, your voice barely audible.

But he didn’t hear. You tried again, louder this time, but he was still lost in his rage.

Summoning every ounce of courage, you reached out and grabbed his arm, trying to stop him from throwing another punch.

He lashed out, his elbow launching you across the room, sending shards of glass slicing into your skin as you landed on the floor.

You quickly stood up, as fast as you could, fear jolting through your veins.

Billy pivoted, closing the distance between you in a single stride with it pushing you back and slammed his fist into the wall , just inches from your head.

You glared up at him, trapped.

His fist remained embedded in the wall for a few , harsh moments, his eyes widening in shock as he finally registered who you were.

He pulled his hand back, his breath coming in ragged gasps and his gaze locking onto yours, searching for some sign that any of this was real.

“(Y-) (Y/N)”. He stutters.

You stared at him, shoulders hunched so high they nearly touched your ears, the panic still a live wire beneath your skin. You knew he hadn't recognized you, knew he would never intentionally hurt you, but his actions had shattered something inside.

Flashbacks from your past crashed over you, each one a painful stab as your body betrayed you with a violent trigger. Both hands were clenched into tight fists, nails digging into your palms, pressing yourself against the wall of Billy's bedroom, trying to disappear into the shadows.

"What the fuck are you doing here, (Y/N)? Why did you come her- shit... what did I do? What did I do?" Billy's voice slowed into a ragged whisper, his eyes wide and unfocused, swimming with tears.

Confusion twisted his features as he struggled to piece together the missing moments.

He could barely grasp what had just happened, only the lingering heat of his anger remained.

Then it hit him, like a tone of bricks all at once.

Billy's head snapped down to the left, his gaze falling on the shattered glass of his mirror, the blood blooming like dark flowers on the shards.

The memory flooded back and his expression shifted from shock to a horrified concern. He reached for your face with shaky hands and you flinched at his touch.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry I- I fucked up, im sorry, fuck , what have I done.” Billy cried in a state of panic.

He lets go of your face and quickly kicked the underside of his bed with a sharp, violent blow, hard enough to rattle the entire frame.

“Fuck!” He roared.

He whirled back around to you and gently pulled your hands up , his eyes scanning your recent injury’s , his face crumpled with a mixture of guilt and fear as he took in the vibrations of your hands, the visible evidence of his outburst.

“Fuck (Y/N) I didn’t know it was you I sware i would never fucking hurt you, you know that right, you know that, I’m so sorry baby, I am so, so fucking sorry.” Billy choked out with tears welling in his eyes.

He cupped your face for a second time, this time holding it there as a gesture of apology and placing a kiss to your forehead. He pulled you forwards, attempting to peel you away from the wall that held you captive.

“You’re okay, you’re okay , come here.” He whispered. Pulling you into a tight embrace.

He cradled your head , burying it against the solid wall of his chest, with his other hand a firm anchor against the upper part of your back.

You snapped back into reality, gasping for air in a choked sob, the silence broke. Tears streamed down your face, a painful wave of emotions unleashed. Billy cried with you, his own tears silent, a mirror of your pain he desperately wished he could erase.

“I’m sorry , I’m here, I’m so fucking sorry please , god , please forgive me I’m so, so sorry, my sweet girl, i’d never hurt you, okay, I’d never hurt you, you know that, come on.” He sighed , whole body shaking with a mixture of rage and shock.

“Billy, what is going on.” (Y/N) muffled against his chest.

He took a deep breath in, before an attempt at explaining himself.

“I tried , I tried to control my anger for you and I couldn’t do it, so I figured if I took myself away so you didn’t have to see it, you’d be better off , you know, I- God I could kill him. If I was there and you had just let me come with you this never would’ve fucking happened. He’s not getting away with this , not a chance , leaving a mark, a handprint, on my girl, no! I need you to understand that for me baby, okay? I need you to understand that I can’t keep making these promises anymore, it never works. I won’t let people hurt you and I need you to stop pretending like you can take care of yourself, look what happens to you. It’s my job to do that and I’m failing by letting you walk away every time. Let me do my job and stop asking me not to fight. Yes, okay, I promise , like already did before that I’ll find new ways to control my anger and I’ll try to fight less but when it comes to you baby, YOU. I can’t and I won’t, I will destroy anyone , you hear me, anyone, that thinks they can even breathe the same air as you, let alone lay a finger on you, do you understand me?” Billy questions after blurting out as much of an explanation as he could.

You give him a nod, shame burning in your cheeks and a stammer of an apology for making him so angry. He immediately cups your face, his thumbs gently wiping away your tears.

“Hey.” He says softly. “None of this is your fault, okay? Not even a little bit.” He adds with reassurance.

“Billy, your hands.” (Y/N) says, voice laced with worry.

Even though he knew your hands were cut and torn from the glass that scattered across the floor, he couldn’t believe you were more concerned for his than your own.

*Why?*

The question hammered in his mind. He didn’t understand why you cared for him more than yourself, or even cared for him at all. He didn’t believe he was worthy of your love and the realization suddenly twisted in his gut.

“Don't.” He says roughly, pulling his hands away.

“Don't waste your concern on me, this is my fault, let’s get you cleaned up and out of here.” He adds, holding your hands in his firm ones and guiding you to the bathroom.

You quickly pulled away from his firm grip.

“No, your knuckles are bleeding, we need to-“

Billy stopped you from speaking.

“(Y/N) stop.” He insisted, the hallway falling silent, with only the echo of Billy’s demand left behind.

“You’re always doing what’s best for me, let me do what’s best for you, please for the love of god just let me do my job, I love you and you’re hurt and you’re hurt because of me, I need to fix this.” He added painfully with raw emotions stabbing at his chest.

Billy silently led you to the bathroom, his touch gentle as he cleaned and bandaged your wounds.

Once he was done, you returned the favour.

You settled onto the cool tile floor and nestled between Billy's legs with his arms a comforting embrace around you. Regret hung heavy in the air, unspoken apologies filling the space. He longed to protect you, yet felt like he was constantly failing.

After a long, quiet half an hour, Billy stood tall, pulling you up with him.

“Let's get you home.” He murmured, concern washing over his face.

“Your dad will be worried, and mine… well, not so much but he could decide to come home whenever he pleases. I need to get you out of here." He added.

Billy scooped you up without struggle, your legs wrapped tight around his waist and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, arms loosely draped over his shoulders, as he carried you towards the front door.

“Billy, What about your room? Won’t you get in trouble.” (Y/N) asked with a concerned tone.

“Don’t care right now.” He stated.

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The walk home blurred by, a hazy mix of sleep and Billy's comforting presence.

He climbed the garage roof with a surprising strength, carefully carrying you up with him and entering through your bedroom window and gently laying you on your bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin.

You later learned that Max had cleverly covered for you, telling your father that you would’ve found Billy and that she'd let you in when you arrived home.

Billy lingered for a moment, watching you laying there peacefully, before attempting to quietly slip away.

“Stay… please.” (Y/N) pleaded.

You both yearned for the comfort of each other’s arms, so Billy didn’t refuse.

“You sure?” He questioned, looking at you through heavy eyelids.

“Yes, get in.” (Y/N) said , her voice still thick in sleep.

You pulled back the covers, inviting Billy to join you.

He quickly stripped down to his shorts and slipped into bed beside you. He held you close, his voice a low murmur of repeated apologies. You gently hushed him, knowing his remorse was genuine and with that he pulled you even closer, his fingers softly playing with your hair.

He hoped the familiar, soothing rhythm would lull you into a deep sleep, but then he heard you mutter a few words.

“I love you, Billy. Don’t beat yourself up, okay? I know you’d never hurt me, it’s okay.” (Y/N) reassured.

“I love you too sweetheart, I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, god I love you so much.” He whispered into your hair.

“Let’s get some sleep, we’ll go over to your place tomorrow a clean up the mess.” (Y/N) insisted.

“No! You’re not-“

You cut Billy’s words short.

“Yes, I am. I want to help, you wanted to do your job so let me do mine, if your father comes home I’ll leave through the window, okay?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Fine.” Billy huffed.

“Goodnight sweetheart.” He added.

“Goodnight Billy, I love you.” (Y/N) murmured almost silently.

“I love you too baby.” Billy said while taking in a deep breath , cuddling deeper into you. “So much.”

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BILLY HARGROVE X READER

You’re mine, you know that. Pt.2

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**Summary - Billy takes you home after Tommy H’s chaotic party. Despite his peaceful presence in your bed the next morning, you’re consumed by doubt. ‘What if he’s wrong about Steve?’. You decide to take it upon yourself to find out the truth, leaving your boyfriend, Billy. Extremely angry. Angry/Jealous Billy.

**Trigger Warnings - Slight mentions of blood, violence towards Steve and swearing. Light mention of kissing and possessive nature. I think that’s all.

Word Count - 6k I got carried away with this one :)

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The morning after Tommy H’s party hit like a tone of bricks. Sunlight stabbed through the gap in the curtains, each ray a tiny hammer against your skull. A migraine, a souvenir from last night’s chaos, throbbed behind your eyes. You fumbled for the bedside drawer, your fingers clumsy as you searched for the familiar comfort of painkillers. You successfully found the small white oval and winced at the chalky taste as you gulped it down with stale water that had been sitting for most of the night.

Rolling over, you found Billy tangled in the sheets, his face relaxed in sleep. The remains of last night’s brawl were more apparent than ever. A bruise bloomed purple and angry across his swollen cheekbone, the dry blood a grim reminder of the fight. Steve must’ve really landed a hard punch on him. Your gaze lingered on Billy, the man who wore his heart on his sleeve and would risk everything for you if he had to. Carefully, you reached out, your fingertips tracing the curve of his jaw, mindful not to wake him. His mullet, usually styled with such care and perfection, was now a mess of loose , sweaty curls that framed his face.

His chest rose and fell with each breath, the rhythm slow and steady. You watched him, memorizing the details of his face, the way his eyelashes fluttered against his skin. Then, a deeper breath, a shift in his posture and his big blue eyes fluttering open, meeting yours. The sleepiness in them quickly faded, replaced by a soft, familiar warmth. In that moment, the pounding in your head seemed to quiet, replaced by the soft words that came next…

"Good morning, sweethear—ouch! Shit!" Billy winced, harshly brushing the curls from his face and accidentally swiping the dark bruise Steve had gifted him. "Motherfucker!" He muttered, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

"Well, good morning to you too.” (Y/N) replied, her voice laced with sarcasm. "How'd you sleep?" She questioned.

"Slept good, always do when I'm with you and away from home. What about you? Feel any better?" He asked as he propped himself up on an elbow, his shiny blue eyes glistening while searching yours.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. I just-“ You tucked a small strand of hair behind your ear, a nervous habit that masked your anxiety. "I just have a migraine." (Y/N) finally responded, the lie feeling heavy on her tongue.

In truth, you felt far from better. Sure, having Billy plonked beside you was a comfort, a distraction to the chaos of your thoughts. But the same questions kept swirling, a loop that kept spinning in your mind.

*What if Steve doesn't like me as more than friend and Billy got it all wrong? What if he was only trying to give me a friendly hug because he was worried? Or what if-*

Your thoughts were suddenly cut off as Billy grunted, shifting his weight to hover over you, placing both elbows carefully beside your head. He began to gently play with the loose strands of hair that fell perfectly beside your face, twirling one around his finger as let a slight smile spread across his face.

“You're beautiful.” He exclaimed, his voice filled with a genuine awe that always caught you off guard. “And I wish I could stay here all day, but I gotta go and look for Maxine, make sure she's not hanging around with that Sinclair kid and those other freaks.” He huffed, his tone shifting from tender to protective.

Billy would never admit it, but deep down he cared for Maxine. He didn't want her to suffer at the hands of any man the way his mother had to, but what he didn't realise, was that his words cut deep every time he shouted or tried to control her, chipping away at her self esteem and repeating the very cycle of abuse he fought so hard to prevent.

Max trusted you, she loved having you around Billy. She knew you grounded him, kept him from going too far and most of all , she loved hanging out with you. Billy hated the idea of it, though. His step sister and his girlfriend hanging out, not knowing the many secrets you had both shared. But then again, you were Max's friend first, way before you ever knew Billy. He'd grill her every time he picked her up from the arcade, asking her who you were and where you were from. It became part of his routine until finally, you were his. He loved you deeply, from the moment he laid eyes on you for the very first time and that, you knew, would never change.

"Okay, okay. Go and get in the shower and change into some clean clothes, preferably NOT the ones covered in blood and beer.” (Y/N) demanded, trying to inject a playful tone into her voice.

A soft chuckle left Billy’s mouth as he brushed your hair away from your face, the redness and swelling from his knuckles were yet another reminder of the previous night. He placed a quick , soft kiss on your forehead before hobbling towards the bathroom.

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As Billy stood peacefully in the shower, the sound of the water a steady rhythm against the tiles, you found your thoughts drifting back to Steve, an unwelcome tide pulling you deep under. A sharp pain of guilt twisted in your stomach, a sense of betrayal for even thinking about Steve while Billy was just a few feet away. Yet, the questions Billy's accusations had raised were something you couldn’t ignore, playing on repeat in your mind like a broken record.

You sat at the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight and reached for Billy's shirt. It was one of those ridiculously oversized ones he favored, it swallowed your frame as you slipped it on. The familiar scent of his cheap cologne clung to the fabric, a comforting yet unsettling reminder of the present. An unhappy moan escaped your lips, a sound heavy with confusion and doubt. You flopped backwards onto the bed, leaving your legs to dangle off of the edge. The ceiling swam into focus, a blank canvas for your swirling thoughts.

The realization hit you with the force of a physical blow. You needed to talk to Steve. The thought sent a shiver down your spine. How could you even begin to explain this to Billy? Was it even the right thing to do? Doubt gnawed at you, but the feeling that Billy was wrong, that there had to be some misunderstanding, pushed you forward. You and Steve had been friends for years, a bond that was built on support and understanding, along with the many memories and experiences you both shared. The idea that he would be in love with you, that Billy's accusations held any truth, felt impossible to believe with the Steve you knew.

Rubbing your palms down your face, you pushed yourself up, tilting your head back as if it would clear the fog in your mind. A decision had been made and you knew what you had to do next, the weight of it settling heavily in your chest.

The bathroom door swung open and Billy burst into the bedroom, a whirlwind of energy disrupting the heavy atmosphere. He was a man on a mission, rummaging through the pile of clothes he kept at your place, a chaotic collection of his favorite pieces. He moved with a lively energy, oblivious to the storm brewing within you, the anxiety that clung to you like a second skin. You watched him, a silent observer as he pieced together his outfit, his movements too quick for you to catch his attention.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stood tall, towering over you, a vision in denim on denim. A tight, white tank top that he knew you loved, a blue denim jacket, perfectly tailored to his muscular frame which he paired with jeans in the same shade, a daring combination that somehow worked on him. The jeans were a curious mix of tight and baggy, clinging to his thighs before loosening around his calves, a style that was uniquely Billy. You knew he would complete the look with his black buckle boots, adding an edge to the already bold look when he reached the bottom of the stairs.

You followed him down, your heart pounding in your chest, a desperate plea building within you. You needed to talk to him, to voice the doubts and fears that were consuming you. But as you opened your mouth, the words caught in your throat, choked by a sudden wave of uncertainty. You stood there, paralyzed, as Billy slipped on his boots so casually, the sound echoing in the hallway, each thud a hammer blow to your migraine that had almost left your head.

He turned to face you, a smirk playing on his lips. He loved the way you looked up at him, your petite frame so fragile by his tall, broad and toned body. It fueled his protective instincts, made him feel like your personal bodyguard, a role he secretly took on without your knowledge. Although, you kind of got the feeling after the first, second , third, however many times he’d beat someone ass for you. You knew he would never admit it, his ego was already inflated enough, but you found a strange comfort in his possessive nature. You had craved that feeling of safety your entire life, and now, unexpectedly, you had found it in the arms of Billy Hargrove.

"I'll see you later, babe.” He said, his voice a low rumble as he pulled you close, cradling your head against his chest.

The keys to his Camaro jingled in his other hand as he wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you tighter.

“I'm going to grab Maxine and take her home. Then I'll probably work out a little in the living room before I come back. I've been here almost a week, I'm slacking." He added with slight sarcasm followed by a giggle.

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his until they met yours, a flicker of warmth in their depths.

“Okay.” (Y/N) managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "Be nice to Maxine for me, okay?" She added.

"Yeah, yeah maybe, I love you, see you later sweetheart." He added.

He cupped your face in his hands, his touch surprisingly gentle and leaned down to kiss you, his lips lingering on yours for a moment before he turned and opened the door. As it closed behind him, you let out a deep sigh, a mixture of relief and a crushing weight of anxiety that swirled within you.

Without a moment's hesitation, you rushed to the phone that hung on the wall of the stairs. You gripped it tightly and brought it to the side of your face, brushing it underneath the hair that fell beside your ear and began to dial Steve's number, your fingers trembling slightly as you punched in the digits you’d memorised a lifetime ago. Halfway through, you paused, the weight of your actions pressing down on you. But then, with a renewed sense of determination, you completed the number, the dial tone buzzing in your ear as you waiting patiently with a newfound fear.

The phone crackled to life and Steve's voice, laced with a comforting warmth, cut through the silence.

“Hello?" He said, the word hanging in the air like a question mark.

Time seemed to stretch, each second weighing on the rapid beat of your heart. The words you needed to say felt trapped, a jumbled mess behind your teeth, until finally, you managed a shaky,

“Hey, Steve, it's-"

He didn't let you finish.

"(Y/N)! Hey, I could recognize that voice from a million blocks away, what's up?" He said in shock.

You hesitated, desperately searching for the right words, the perfect explanation that wouldn't expose the tangled mess of your emotions.

“Can you come and get me? We could, I don't know, maybe go to the diner and talk?" The words tumbled out of (Y/N’s) mouth, soft but hesitant.

Panic flared as soon as the question left your lips. You clamped a hand over your mouth, eyebrows raising which caused a small wrinkle to appear as the two front ends met and your eyes widening in a silent scream. *Shit, shit, shit, why did I just say that! Billy is going to kill me! What is wrong with me!* The thought of Billy's reaction sent a shiver down your spine, a cold reminder of the potential consequences of your impulsive decision.

"Of course, be there in 10?" Steve's easy agreement only intensified your guilt.

"Yeah, yeah sure, see you then.” (Y/N) mumbled, the words barely making sense as she jumbled them.

As you hung up the phone, you bent your head forward, a sigh escaping your lips like a deflated balloon. The weight of your actions pressed down on you, a suffocating blanket of uncertainty. Why had you asked Steve to the diner? Especially after the fight with Billy. It felt like a betrayal, a secret mission that could shatter the fragile peace you'd managed to build. Well… through complete silence, you hadn't even spoken to Billy about the fight, so knowing you were about to speak to Steve before your own boyfriend made you feel more uneasy than ever.

You scurried up the stairs, each step muffled by the worn, grey carpet beneath your feet. Entering your bedroom, you were immediately hit by the scent of your boyfriend that coated the air with a mix of his cigarettes and cheap cologne. The familiar smell usually a comfort, now twisted in your stomach, replaced by a guilt that you’d never felt before.

You rummaged through your wardrobe and looked for anything that screamed ‘Billy approved’. Tight dresses and revealing tops were tossed aside with a frustrated sigh. Finally, your fingers brushed against a pair of small white shorts, followed by a skinny, figure hugging white tank top to match. You didn't bother searching for a jacket, instead, you plucked one of Billy's many denim jackets from his chaotic pile. The denim was stiff and faded, carrying the faint imprint of his rebellious spirit. It was far too big, swallowing your frame yet again, but wearing it made you feel less exposed and guilty. It felt as if you were bringing a piece of him along, a silent promise of loyalty.

As you shrugged the jacket over your shoulders, the weight of the denim felt both comforting and suffocating. The oversized sleeves drooped past your wrists and the collar scratched against your neck, but you didn't mind. It was a shield, a barrier against the unknown, a reminder of the overwhelming emotions swirling within you. With a deep breath, you glanced at yourself in the mirror, a stranger staring back with heavy eyes.

You cocked your head, a flicker of dread washing over you as you heard Steve's car pull into the drive. The beep of the horn, a casual signal of his arrival, felt like a starting gun, launching you into a whirlwind of nervous energy. You glanced at the mirror one last time, your reflection of tangled hair and harsh emotions. There was no time for perfection, instead, you quickly gathered your locks, twisting them into a messy bun on top of your head with few strands escaping and framing your face.

Whirling around, you headed for the stairs, each step steady and at a slow pace with shaky breaths, trying to anchor yourself and block out the guilt you felt inside.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you rolled up the sleeves of Billy's denim jacket, the rough fabric grazing your skin. You bent down next to the front door after spotting your white Converse shoes that were patiently waiting for you. You slipped them on with a slight struggle and laced them up quickly. You felt a sense of readiness begin to take over and stood up straight and firm.

With standing up, you tugged the denim jacket down with confidence, the weight of the fabric a small reminder of your strength. You met your own gaze in the reflection of the glass pane in the door, offering yourself an encouraging nod.

“Okay, I'm ready.” (Y/N) whispered as she reached for the door handle and stepped out into the uncertain world that awaited her.

Steve’s head bobbed down to peer through the window of the car, catching sight of you standing by the door, ready to open it.

“Hey you.” He said, lowering his black square sunglasses to the tip of his nose and glancing over them with a playful look.

“Hey.” You replied, opening the door and sliding into the front seat.

The car ride to the diner felt long and silent, the air thick with unspoken words, only broken by the soft hum of 80’s music playing in the background.

When you finally arrived at the diner, Steve got out of the driver's seat and rounded the car to meet you at the passenger door, opening it wide with a gentle gesture.

“Come on, out you get.” He said softly.

You stepped out of the car and linked arms with him, looking up with a smile. But that same smile quickly faded when he took off his sunglasses, revealing the aftermath of the fight with Billy. Steve's face was a canvas of multiple cuts on his nose, cheeks, and forehead, bruises coloring his skin and his bottom lip was swollen. Despite the pain etched across his features, he managed to smile back at you.

“Damn, he really did a number on you, huh? I’m so sorry, Steve.” (Y/N) said, concern lacing her voice.

“Don’t apologise, (Y/N), it’s not your fault. I had it coming, honestly. I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that in front of him, or at all really. I’m the one who should be sorry, not you.” He replied, his voice steady despite the situation.

As you reached the doors of the diner, Steve held one open for you, allowing you to pass through them first. He let you choose a booth and once you settled in, you both sat at opposite ends, facing each other. The seats were a faded red and white shade of leather, the color slowly wearing off and the menu was old and sticky, but Steve knew it was your favorite place to eat waffles.

“What are you having? Waffles?” He said with a smirk, followed by a playful eye roll from you.

You gave him a smile back, but then quickly discarded it.

“Actually, I think I’ll just take a milkshake if that’s okay.” You responded, trying to mask your nerves.

“No, no, don’t give me that bullshit (Y/N), say what you wanna say to me, but you’re eating, even if it’s something other than waffles.” He demanded, his tone teasing yet firm.

“Fine, I’ll take the damn waffles.” (Y/N) added with a scoff and a smirk.

“Extra cream, extra everything, I know, I know.” Steve giggled, his laughter infectious.

Steve ordered for the both of you, he chose the same crazy dish. Waffles with extra everything and two creamy vanilla milkshakes topped with vibrant red cherries. He always gave you his cherry, he knew just how much you adored them. A few moments passed and your order had arrived, steaming and delicious. You took your fork and began stabbing at your food, desperately trying to find the right words to say. You sipped your vanilla milkshake, savoring the sweetness and popped both cherries into your mouth, you noticed Steve watching you closely.

“Jesus (Y/N), what is going on? You’ve barely said a word. You almost didn’t eat when it was you who wanted to come to the diner in the first place. I know you want to say something to me, so what is it?” Steve questioned, concern etched on his face.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment.

“Do you like me?” (Y/N) blurted out at a rapid pace, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I li-” Steve started, but you cut him off.

“No, Steve, do you like me, you know, more than a friend?” (Y/N) questioned.

“Urm- what, I, uh…” Steve stammered, scratching the back of his neck in a nervous habit.

Eventually, he looked up, his eyes locking with yours, only to glance down again with a sigh.

“Yeah, I do, damn it!” Steve whispered towards the end, the confession hanging in the air between you like a fragile promise.

"Listen, this doesn't have to ruin our friendship, right? We can still come to the diner, can't we? Still hang out and do normal things. We can just forget about it all, and we ca-“ (Y/N) cut him off for the second time, a knot forming in her stomach.

“Steve, why didn't you tell me? And why did Billy know before I did?" She asked, her voice firm and her eyes wide with confusion.

Steve scoffed, a flash of anger in his eyes.

“We were at practice. He was showing off, being a jerk on the court. Tommy thought it would be hilarious to tell him I had a crush on you. He literally stopped, paused, mid game and glared those huge, creepy eyes into the back of my skull. Anyway, he told me to stay the fuck away from you and made it very clear that there are 'plenty of bitches in the sea' and to stay clear of his."

"Shit.” (Y/N) breathed, burying her face in her hands, the weight of the situation crashing down.

No wonder Billy was so pissed last night. Everything started to piece together like a messed up puzzle.

You and Steve talked for a little while longer, the diner sounds fading into the background as you decided to finish your food and try to forget about it all for now. Even though confusion swirled within you, Steve always found a way to make you laugh. Giggles bubbled up from the both of you, so loud that you didn't notice the intimidating roar of Billy's Camaro as it pulled into the diner's parking lot.

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Billy’s pov-

Billy sighed and glanced over at Maxine in the passenger seat.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, shitbird?.” Billy asked, a hint of doubt in his voice.

“Yeah! Of course! If she's still upset, ice cream will definitely cheer her up. Seriously, don't you know anything about women?" Maxine scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully.

Instead of taking Max home, they somehow ended up in a deep conversation about (Y/N) and the events of last night. Max had suggested that ice cream was always a great way to lift her spirits. But Billy wasn't prepared for the scene that awaited him. He turned his head toward the diner and muttered,

“Okay, fine, this better work."

He started to open the door of his beloved Camaro and as he looked up, his eyes narrowed, squinting as he focused on the figures inside. He spotted you sitting across from Steve, laughing and chatting away.

“What, the fuck, is that about?" He exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief.

“What-oh shit, Billy, wait!" Maxine shouted, realizing the situation.

Billy was already darting out of the car, his expression darkening. Maxine hurried after him.

“I'm sure there's a good enough explanation, Billy. Just get back in the car, come on.” Max tried to reassure him, her voice riddled with concern.

“Fuck off Max, get back in the car! This is none of your business.” He shouted, his frustration more clear than ever.

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(Y/N’s) pov-

Billy swung the door of the diner open with a force that startled everyone inside, the bell above the entrance jingling nervously. You jolted in your seat, lifting your eyes to meet his intense gaze.

“Shit!” (Y/N) exclaimed, her heart racing.

“Yeah, shit.” Billy replied, his voice low and steady as he locked his gaze onto yours while standing completely still.

He flicked his tongue across his bottom lip in a rapid, intimidating manner, a smile creeping onto his face that sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes burned with an unsettling glaze of anger as they shifted to Steve, who sat across from you.

“So, that ass beating I gave you wasn’t enough for you to stay the fuck away from my girl, huh? What, do I have to do it again Harrington?” Billy's words dripped with venom, each syllable sharp and cutting.

“Billy, stop! You promised there would be no more fighting.” (Y/N) pleaded, quickly covering her eyes with her hand, unable to bear the weight of the stares from everyone in the diner, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Yeah, that was before you ran off to a diner with Steve fucking Harrington the second I left your house.” He shot back, his voice rising with anger. “And to top it all off, you knew his intentions and you still came here.” He added.

“Billy, it’s not like that! I needed to know for myself if it was true and yes, you were right, it was. But we’ve put it all behind us and we’re moving forward. We’re just going to continue as friends and forget anything was ever said.” (Y/N) insisted, desperation creeping into her voice.

“Oh really? So let me get this straight…” He sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I beat a guy's ass for flirting with my girl, I tell her his intentions, then I find her in a diner, wearing booty shorts and the most revealing fucking tank top you could’ve chosen, laughing and giggling with the same person I warned her about.” He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a chill through the air. “Oh, but it’s okay…” He mocked. “Because now they’ve decided to forget about it and move forward as friends.” He added.

“Billy, stop, please.” (Y/N) begged, her heart sinking at his words.

They cut deep, especially since you had carefully chosen an outfit you thought he would approve of, taking his feelings into consideration and finishing the outfit off with his denim jacket. But in that moment, it felt like none of that mattered to him.

"Get up. Now, we're leaving.” Billy demands harshly.

“Come on, man. Go easy on her.” Steve adds cautiously, causing yours and Maxine’s jaws to drop wide.

Billy laughs mockingly and glances over at Steve with a sneer.

“What, you're her fucking bodyguard now? Gonna do something, Harrington, huh?" Billy asks tauntingly.

“Billy, stop.” Maxine begs, her voice laced with anxiety as she tugs at his arm.

Billy pulls away from her with a violent jerk and strides heavily towards Steve, slamming his hand on the table and leaning over him, completely invading his personal space.

“No, no, I wanna hear what ‘King Steve’ has to say to me. That’s what they used to call you huh, then you turned bitch.” Billy mocks, again. His voice dripping with sarcasm.

The diner slowly starts filling with nervous whispers and the sound of scurrying footsteps attempting to leave the diner, leaving echoes through the room.

“Hey man, I'm calling the cops.” A waiter said, his voice trembling slightly.

Billy didn't care, didn't bat an eyelid, didn't flinch at all, his focus solely on Steve.

“I told you to stay away from her.” Billy said with his voice dipping dangerously low into a husky whisper before grabbing Steve by the collar and pinning him roughly against the window of the second booth.

He looks over at you, his father's uncontrollable anger taking over, forgetting his promise not to fight.

“And you, you disobeyed me... And you know what happens when you disobey me. I break things.” Billy said, his eyes filled with a cold fury.

He dragged Steve out of the booth and onto the grimy floor, kicking him brutally in the stomach. Steve gasped and scoffed in pain. You stood up shakily from your seat in the booth and looked up to see Billy standing tall, smiling cruelly, as he looked right back at you with raw anger in his eyes.

"We are fucking done.” (Y/N) insisted, her voice trembling but firm.

Billy's eyebrows knit together in confusion, his eyes widening slightly.

"What.” He asked softly, almost disbelievingly.

You barged past him, hitting him hard on the arm on your way out. "Done, over, we're fucking through, Billy. Don't ever talk to me again.” (Y/N) shouts, her voice cracking with emotion as she opens the door and turns to face Billy one last time.

“Don't call me, don't show up at my house, nothing, we're finished… Sorry, Max.” She added sadly with her heart aching.

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Billy’s pov-

Billy's eyes start to tear up, he still hasn't blinked, trying to understand what just happened. He wished he didn't let you walk away but in that moment he was trying to process everything that you had just said to him. Steve hurried away, unnoticed by Billy. When Billy gathered his thoughts, he realised what had just happened. His biggest fear came to life. He lost you. His girl, his life, gone, within a sudden, split second. He pinches his nose and sniffs up, wiping the tear that had escaped from his eye and rolled onto his cheek.

"Shit, shit, shit!" He said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with regret.

“Billy, let's go before the cops arrive, idiot.” Maxine mumbles, her voice cracking as she does it.

Billy races to his Camaro, Maxine reluctantly entering the passenger side. He slumps down into the drivers seat and starts hitting the wheel of the car with the palms of his bare hands in frustration.

“Fuck, shit, fuck, why the fuck did I do that, Max, why? Why, fuck!” He shouts, his voice laced with a burning anger that traversed through his veins.

Turning to Max, his expression was desperate. Max had a daunting feeling that he was about to blame her and give her grief the whole ride home. A worrying look spread across her face when Instead, he did something he never has before, at least not in front of Max. He cried, sobbed, uncontrollably, his arms wrapped tightly around his steering wheel as he burrowed his head deep inside. His father told him crying was a weakness, he’d call Billy a ‘pussy’ and make fun of him for trying to show any kind of emotion. Max knew that and also understood it perfectly. So did you. He loved that he could be so vulnerable around you without the fear of being judged, but now, you were gone.

“Come on, Billy, let's just go home.” Max said softly, her voice filled with a mix of pity and helplessness.

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(Y/N’s) pov-

A week had passed since you last spoke to Billy and the silence was suffocating, wrapping around you like a heavy wall of fog. It was driving you both insane, but Billy had it worse off than you did, his mind a chaotic storm of thoughts and regrets. He chain smoked cigarettes and drowned himself in booze in an attempt to numb the pain he couldn’t escape. He pushed his body to its limits every time he worked out in the comfort of his own living room, muscles straining and heart racing, focusing on the physical agony to distract himself from the internal agony of emotions that whirled inside of him.

Helplessness gnawed at him, he tried calling you, quite frequently, but each unanswered call felt like a dagger to his heart. He often found himself outside your house, staring at the front door or peering through the window from a distance, hoping for a glimpse of you or any other signs that you were home. But every time he left, it was with the bitter taste of disappointment, his mind racing with questions that spiraled into dark corners. Where were you? And who were you with?

You missed Billy, too. The memories flooded your mind like a nostalgic tide. sleeping next to him, the warmth of his body, the laughter shared over movie marathons or the simple joy of just being together. But the hurt lingered, a sharp reminder of that day when he had shown up unannounced, causing chaos in front of everyone, not even bothering to hear your side. It felt like a betrayal and the sting of embarrassment still echoed in your heart.

You knew he missed you, probably more than you missed him. You were the light in his crazy, upside down world, the one who kept him grounded when everything else felt like it was spinning out of control. The week passed in a haze of sadness, tears soaking into the softness of your pillow as you cried for the loss of what you once had. Nancy was your shoulder to cry on, her presence comforting in your moments of despair. You went to the mall, though each outing wash just a brief distraction, a way to escape the reality of your heartache. You avoided Steve, not wanting to face the questions that might arise, but you kept in touch with Maxine.

Each time Maxine returned from visiting you, she faced the mountain of questions that flooded from Billy’s mouth, his worry noticeable.

“Where were you? Did you see her? Is she okay? Who was there? Does she need me?” He’d ask frequently.

Max offered reassurance, but it felt like whispers against the roaring storm of his anxiety. She would tell him you were fine, that you probably just needed some space, but to Billy, it felt like the end. You were gone, for good, and he couldn’t accept that reality.

As you lay in bed, the clock struck midnight and a wave of longing washed over you. The thought of a midnight snack flickered in your mind but the ache of missing Billy was too overwhelming. It tugged at your heart, urging you to reach out. You decided you’d give him a call. With a deep breath, you stood up, the weight of his old shirt heavy in your hands as you threw it across your back, a light reminder of the bond you once shared. You moved towards the window to shut out the draft seeping in through the slight opening until you saw a tall, dark shadow standing before you.

It was Billy.

He'd climbed onto the garage roof and was now standing at your window. In one hand, he clutched your favorite jacket of his. The thought of you being cold, not wrapped in it, was unbearable, so he brought it over, hoping it would break the ice and allow him to apologize. He wanted you back and wouldn't let anything stand in his way.

And if he couldn't have you, no one could.

"Billy . what are you doing here?" (Y/N) whispered, tears welling in her eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart, I uh- I brought you my jacket. It's cold out, I thought you might… I thought you might want it- I just thought- I don't know, here." He sighed, passing the jacket to you, his words heavy with the wall of fog that formed around his head as he spoke in the crisp of the cold nights air.

“Oh, Thanks.” (Y/N) replied reluctantly.

“Listen, uh-“ Billy began, scratching at the back of his neck.

“I'm going crazy over here. I can't- I . Please, can I come in?" He begged, his voice thick with desperation.

You paused, allowing him to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip, desperate to latch onto them.

“Please, sweetheart, I miss you so much. I know you don't want this.” He pleaded.

“Okay.” (Y/N) responded softly.

Billy climbed through the window, landing with a soft thud and shutting it quietly behind him. Before you could speak, he placed a finger on your lips, shushing you and pulled you into a tight, warm hug.

“I'm so sorry, baby. I know you hate it when I fight and I shouldn't have made a promise I couldn't keep, but I thought I could. I could do it in any other situation, I swear I could but when someone's around you with bad intentions, I can't let that slide, I just. I can't.” he said, his voice laced with regret.

“You didn't even hear me out, Billy.” (Y/N) cried into his chest.

“I know, I know, baby and I'm so sorry. I just, I see fucking red, you know? I'm sorry.” He said softly.

You nodded, wanting the conversation to end, feeling even sleepier than before. Sleep had been a nightmare all week, but now, with Billy here , holding you closely, his low, husky voice was dragging you deeper into drowsiness.

“And I didn't wear slutty clothes.” (Y/N) stated angrily. "I was wearing your denim jacket over the top, so it felt like you were with me, but you didn't notice that, clearly." She added.

"I noticed, sweetheart. And you looked fucking great in it too.” He smirked, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “I just got so angry, i'm sorry, think you can forgive me?" He asked, eyebrows raised in question.

You nodded again and he continued to speak.

“Soooo, you wanna be my girlfriend again?" He chuckled.

“Mhm, sure.” (Y/N) said hazily, drifting in and out of consciousness.

“Good, you didn't have a choice anyway. I would've camped in the garage until I got a yes.” He joked.

You turned towards your bed, desperately pulling Billy with you.

"Woah, woah, slow down. You're okay. I'm here.” He reassured, whirling you back around to face him.

A sudden flush of worry painted across his face as he noticed your deep read, bloodshot eyes.

“Have you been sleeping?" He questioned.

You shook your head, exhausted.

“Shit, come on.” He said softly, leading you to the bed and leaving you in his grey oversized shirt that swallowed your frame for the final time.

He carefully removed his boots and scattered his clothes across the floor until he was stripped down to only his shorts. He slid onto the bed, covering himself and you with the soft fabric of the sheets. He pulls you into a tight hug, allowing you to collapse on top of his tall, muscular build, your head resting on his chest, mimicking his breathing, listening to the calm rhythm of his beating heart.

He ran his fingers through your locks of hair and somehow managed to reach for a cigarette from the crumpled pack tucked in his brown leather jacket. He fished them out and plucked one from the front of the pack, wedging it between the fullness of his lips and trying to be discreet. He wasn't supposed to smoke in your room unless the window was cracked open, Billy had foolishly closed it on his way in and didn’t consider the craving he’d have later on. You snatched the cigarette from his puckered lips and threw it across the room.

“No.” (Y/N) stated firmly.

Billy chuckled softly.

“Okay, okay.” He huffed softly, gripping your chin and tilting your head to meet his.

He placed a kiss to your lips, aggressively and desperately. A kiss that spoke of love, need and want. Your wet, tongues collided and you danced yours in a slow, passionate rhythm around the tip of his.

Breaking apart, he smiled, his eyes low and heavy with awe as he gazed at your sleepy ones. He cradled the back of your head against his chest, his voice a soothing rumble.

“Okay, get some sleep, sweetheart. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. I love you so much." He states.

“I love you too, Billy.” You murmured hazily, drifting into a deep sleep.

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**SUMMARY- (Y/N) goes to Tommy H’s party after Billy warns her not to, knowing of Steve’s intentions.Protective / Angry Billy.

**TRIGGER WARNINGS- mentions of violence/fighting towards Steve, light swearing and kissing.I think that’s all.

**WORD COUNT - 3k

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Billy was never one for showing his emotions, but for you, he'd do anything. He'd already warned you about Tommy H's Party but you insisted on going.

"I just don't think it's a great idea (Y/N). why don't you stay home tonight? We can watch your favourite movies and get snacks like we origionally planned" Billy huffed in frustration while tugging at his curls in a way to disguise his regret.

You shifted on your feet and quickly whirled to face him, scrunching your face in anger.

"YOU, was the one who cancelled our plans for whatever stupid reason and now you want me to stay with you because you don't want me hanging around with Steve, who is by the way…MY BESTFRIEND. God get over yourself Billy" (Y/N) scoffs.

He sat patiently and watched you pace your new bedroom while trying to find something to wear. You, Hopper and El had recently moved out of the cabin and into an actual… House.

You balled your clothes into your fist with frustration, followed along with a deep sigh and a deathly glare casted towards your boyfriend, who was sitting anxiously at the end of your white, wooden carved bed that you’d spent weeks carefully hand painting your own little details and touches to.

Billy loved that you were different, that's why he asked you to be his girlfriend in the first place. You weren't like Carol or Tina , or any of the many cheerleaders. You were just... you. He loved your honesty and your loyalty but most of all , he loved that you would speak your mind at any given chance. You were a little unfiltered at times, but so was he and he wouldn’t change that about you for the world. Or maybe he would… just for tonight.

“Are you just going to sit there and watch me all night or are you actually going to help me find a dress that doesn't make me look weird" (Y/N) spat.

Billy held up both hands, a silent ‘hold on’ in the gesture.

“Woah, woah. Okay firstly, you do not ‘look weird’ in anything and secondly, no. I do not want to help my extremely beautiful girlfriend pick out an outfit to wear for Tommy H’s stupid fuckin party.” He growled.

You took a small step back and turned on your heels to face the wardrobe.

“You mean because of Steve” (Y/N) whispered under her breath, already wishing she hadn’t.

You glanced over at the mirror that stood tall in the corner or your bedroom and watched Billy push himself up from the soft memory foam mattress, his full height now very apparent and daunting.

“What was that sweetheart?” Billy questioned, with a slight wrinkle forming between his brows as he furrowed them.

“Nothing” (Y/N) replied.

Billy gave a sudden smirk and swiped his tongue across the fullness of his lower lip.

“Say it” He demanded, lowering the bass in his voice.

The room fell silent, completely still and quiet.

“SAY IT!” He hissed. With a hot, suffocating wave of anger flooding through his bare, muscular chest.

You pivoted sharply to face him, with your anger reaching new heights.

“I SAID YOU WONT HELP ME PICK AN OUTFIT BECAUSE YOU DON’T WANT STEVE TO SEE ME IN IT. Because that’s it, right? You don’t care that I’m going to a ‘stupid party’, with my my ‘stupid friends’ you care about STEVE, my BEST friend who you are so clearly jealous of-“

Before you could finish, Billy seized both of your upper arms into his large, gripping hands that were covered in layers of sweat. His forehead tilted forward to meet yours while the same enraged expression lingered on his face. He pauses for a brief moment, his lashes suddenly started lowering until they came to a tight squeeze. He held them shut for a few seconds while he gathered his thoughts, along with a deep breath that hung heavy on the air around them.

“I am not jealous of Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington. I just know his inten-“ (Y/N) forcefully , loosens from his grip and refuses to let him finish.

“You know what, no. I don’t wanna hear whatever excuse you’re going to try and come out with this time” (Y/N) scoffed.

Billy snatched his denim jacket from the bottom of the bed, fishing out a pack of cigarette’s and plucking one from the back, then jamming one between his bow shaped lips.

“Fine, go. See if I fucking care” he mumbled harshly, cigarette bobbing between his lips.

He reaches for the door handle and wrenches it open.

“And don’t call me for a ride , I’m sure lover boy Steve will gladly take you home” He spits slamming the door on his way out, the echo of it lingering as a final reminder of his anger.

You wasn’t sure why he was so angry , or why he hated Steve. You assumed he just didn’t want boys hanging around you like cockroaches.

Nevertheless, you wasn’t going to let it ruin your night, you shrugged off the tension by discarding your clothes and slipping into a pink mini dress that hugged your very few curves.

You marched down the stairs, your feet light despite your mood, you headed towards the front door where your heels awaited and buckled them onto your feet with a practiced hand. The draw of the party and the desire to forget the argument fueled your steps as you hurried out the door.

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Ariving at Tommy H’s party, you were still

radiating the tension of the earlier argument. Nancy and Jonathan had given you a ride, but they couldn’t help but notice the dark cloud of negative energy that was clinging to you.

Nancy smiled encouragingly at (Y/N) eager for her to have a good time , she took (Y/N’s) hand in hers and rushed for the front door.

As they stepped inside, the sound of 80’s music grew louder, mingling with the off key singing that pulsed through the house. You rose onto your toes and scanned the crowd, darting your (Y/E/C) eyes from head to head until you finally spots a familiar face … Steve Harrington. Your face lit up with a smile as you hurried towards him , carefully navigating in your heels.

“Steve!” (Y/N) called out.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Steve replied in excitement.

“Where have you been hiding ? Haven’t seen you for days! Billy giving you a hard time?” Steve mocked, a brow lifting slightly as he studied your body language.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around herself into a tight hug and let out a nervous laugh , she tucked a stray, strand of hair back behind her ear and avoided his strong gaze. There’s a slight tremor to her voice as she responds,

“No,no, he’s not, we’re just , I mean.” She sighed. “We argued today, but he’s just stressed , ya know? He’s got a lot going on and he’s also not your biggest fan sooo…”

A warm laugh escaped Steve’s lips as he reached out, fingers cradling your chin , guiding your face up to meet his. “Oh wow really, I never could’ve guessed that” Steve joked with sarcasm in his voice.

Laughter bubbled up from the both of you and you playfully nudged Steve’s shoulder with your fist, a grin spreading across your face as you teased,

“Shut up, Steve. You’re such an idiot”.

“No I’m kidding, I’m kidding. He hasn’t stopped staring at me all night, I think it’s safe to say he hates me”. Steve added with a strained smile tugging at his lips, followed by gritted teeth and a touch of dry humour.

(Y/N’s) eyebrows drew together, her eyes narrowed slightly and a ripple of worry started to crease above her forehead.

“Wait, wha-“ (Y/N) was cut off from the hoard of chanting party goers.

“Keg King, Keg King, Keg King”

Your (Y/E/C) eyes flickered from Steve’s worried gaze , your attention now snagged by the crowd of drunken bodies swaying before you. A wave of stale beer and cheap cologne wafted your way as you observed the crowd of flushed faces and sloppy movements.

“Woooooo!” Billy shouted proudly after a spray of beer erupted from his mouth like a foamy waterfall.

A shiver of realisation ran down your spine as the familiar voice cut through the air. Drawn by the chants that followed and the knot of curiosity that formed in your stomach, you abandoned Steve and rushed towards the sound.

“Hey (Y/N) wait up!” Steve shout’s trying to cut through and gain her attention urgently.

His hand outstretched and reached for your arm but you were to fast, you’d already reached the tall, glass doors. A glossy barrier between the thumping bass from the inside and the vibration of screams and giggles from the outside.

Your gaze swept the crowd one last time, a desperate hunt to find what you were looking for. Even the smell of smoke and sweat couldn’t mask the faint scent of his cheap cologne as you locked onto him.

And there he was, Billy. Billy fucking Hargrove.

Even from this distance, that cocky smirk was unmistakable. An hour ago, words had flown between you like poisoned darts, but here he was, leaning against the wall of Tommy H’s house, a leather jacket slung across his toned back worn open to reveal his bare chest that glistened with sweat… or beer, she wasn’t too sure. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he watched you, a slight spark in his eye, those dark blonde rings of curls that fall perfectly from his mullet across his face, half hiding , half revealing the familiar arrogance you both loved and hated. The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, was it an apology? A challenge? You couldn’t tell, but the sight of him sent a fresh wave of confusing emotions through you.

Billy had sworn off parties, he hadn’t been to one in a long time. He hated the monster alcohol made him become… His father , Neil. Angry, violent and unpredictable. He’d stopped it all, for you. So seeing him in Tommy H’s back garden surrounded by booze and living up to his ‘keg king’ reputation was a shock, but tonight was different, tonight he seemed to have it all under control, atleast you thought so, but you were still angry , furious Infact.

You unbuckled your heels, the straps digging into your fingers as you stormed towards Billy. He stood casually against the wall, taking a long drag of his cigarette. As you approached, he straightened up, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greeted, his voice surprisingly gentle.

“Billy, what are you doing here?" (Y/N) demanded, her voice tight with frustration.

“You storm out of my house, tell me not to ask you for a ride home, complain that you don't want me at this, quote on quote, 'stupid party,' and now I find you here in Tommy H's back garden? What the he—"

Your words were cut short as Steve grabbed your arm, swinging you around.

“Hey, phew! You're fast," Steve slurred, pointing a finger at you.

“You didn't wait up for me. Is everything okay?"

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a clumsy hug, the both of you now nose to nose.

“Steve, what , are you doing?" (Y/N) whispered, trying to pull away.

“What? I was just—" Steve looked up, his eyes widening as he saw Billy's shadow looming over him.

“Oh, well, that's a problem," he huffed, his ego crushing inside of him.

“You're damn right it's a problem, Harrington.” Billy said, his voice dangerously low.

He stubbed out his cigarette on the wall, the motion sharp and deliberate. With a sudden shove, he sent Steve stumbling backwards. Steve, caught off guard, threw the first punch, a wild swing aimed at Billy's face. Billy laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that sent a chill down your spine.

"Ha-haaa, looks like you got some fire in you after all, Harrington. I've been waiting to meet this 'king Steve' everyone's been telling me , so much about."

A crowd gathered, a circle of individuals eager for the drama. Billy moved with a speed that masked his relaxed posture, landing a solid punch on Steve's jaw. Steve crumpled to the ground, clutching his face.

“Billy, stop!" (Y/N) shouted, her voice barely loud enough for him to hear above the rising tension.

Billy knelt, grabbing Steve by the collar, his knuckles white as he curled his free hand into a fist. He landed several brutal punches on Steve's face, each blow highlighted by a deadly snarl.

"Stay the fuck away from my girl!" he spat, his eyes blazing with possessive rage.

“Billy, get off of him!" (Y/N) pleaded, her voice laced with desperation. "Billy, please!"

As Billy raised his fist for the final, devastating blow, he paused, his large muscles tense, the adrenaline coursing through him like a burning fire. The pleas of his girlfriend behind him cut through the extreme heat of his anger like a knife. With a violent motion, he stood up, turning to face you. He grabbed your face, with his thumbs digging into your cheeks.

“What did I tell you, huh? Huh! I told you not to fucking come here and I told you I knew his intentions, but no, you never fucking listen to me, do you?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom.

"I'm sorry, I—I didn't know, I—" (Y/N) stammered, tears welling in her eyes.

"You didn't know?" Billy laughed, a hollow, joyless sound.

“You didn't know! Maybe if you'd stopped cutting me off, you'd have heard me trying to fucking tell you. I told you I wasn't jealous, and you wouldn't listen. I told you I knew his intentions, you wouldn’t listen. You cut me off and told me it was an excuse. So what the fuck was I supposed to do, just sit back and let some freak have his way with my girlfriend? Fuck no. Do you hear me? No!" he roared, his voice echoing through the stunned silence .

“I'm sorry, Billy. You’re right, I should've listened, but he didn't deserve this. You can't just go around beating people's asses just because you can." (Y/N) replied firmly.

“And you—” (Y/N) pauses, feeling the weight of all the judgmental eyes on her and she starts to tear up.

Billy notices your anxiety, the way your shoulders tense under the hug of your own palms and gently lets go of your face, leaving a faint blush on your cheek from his touch. He hangs his head into his hands, wiping both palms down his face as he takes a deep, steadying breath. Looking up to the sky for a moment, he gathers his thoughts before bringing his gaze back down to meet yours.

With a soft but caring motion, he removes his worn out leather jacket, the fabric heavy with the scent of booze, cheap cologne, and lingering hints of cigarette smoke. He drapes it around you, the weight of it offering a strange comfort. Billy cups your face in his strong hands, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks as he leans in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Go and get in the car, wait for me, okay? I’m sorry for earlier, we’ll talk about it in a minute,” he says, his voice low and soothing, giving you a reassuring nod.

“Okay,” (Y/N) replies, her voice barely above a whisper.

You walk away, wiping your tears on the collar of Billy’s leather jacket, inhaling deeply the scent of your boyfriend, letting it wrap around you like a warm hug, a reminder of his presence.

Meanwhile, Billy turns to Steve, who is now crouched on the ground, clutching his nose. Kneeling down, he grabs Steve by the collar once more, his grip firm and intimidating.

“You ever go near her again and I’ll—” Billy starts, but his words are interrupted by a soothing voice.

“Billy?” you call, glancing back, wondering why he hasn’t followed you.

Billy turns back to Steve, his eyes blazing with anger. “Stay the fuck away from her, do you hear me?” he spits, his tone fierce. “Hey, do you fucking hear me? You’re not to go near her again, do you understand?”

Steve nods quickly, with obvious fear in his eyes, anything to keep this maniac from unleashing his wrath , he thought.

Billy releases Steve’s collar, causing him to fall back onto the cold, blood stained floor beneath him. With a heavy stride, Billy turns heel and heads through the house, the atmosphere now quieter but thick with whispers.

As he reaches the front door, he sees you standing at the passenger door of his Camaro and he pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you, his heart swelling with a mix of protectiveness and affection. He didn’t know what he did to ever deserve you.

Steady on his feet, he rushes towards you, apologising on the way and throwing his arms open for you to climb into.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart” he huffs.

Billy's words hung in the air, a mix of apology and possessiveness that swirled around you like a storm. You burrowed deeper into his bare , muscular chest, the familiar scent of his leather jacket around you mixed the smell of booze leaving his mouth with every soft word he spoke and the faint hint of sweat and blood that mixed with the curls in his hair and the skin on his knuckles . His heart hammered against your ear, a chaotic rhythm mirroring the chaos of the fight you'd just witnessed. He knew you hated it.

"I know you hate this," he murmured, his voice rough against your hair.

“God, (Y/N) I hate it too. Seeing him look at you like that... it just snaps something inside of me." His grip tightened, not painfully, but with a desperate need to hold you close, to shield you from the world and everyone in it.

“I know it's not an excuse, but please, try to understand." He pleaded.

Looking up, you saw the sincerity etched on his face, the vulnerability that he usually kept hidden beneath a layer of his father’s ego and self worth.

“I do understand, Billy," (Y/N) whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "But that doesn't make it right. Steve didn't deserve that, no one does. You can't let your anger control you like this."

His big , bright, ocean blue eyes searched yours, a silent plea for forgiveness and understanding.

“No more fighting, okay? Please promise me."

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his voice a low rumble against your skin.

“Okay, no more fighting. I promise."

Billy gently cupped your face, his large, soft thumbs brushing away the last drops of tears clinging to your eyelashes. He tilted your head up, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. The air crackled with unspoken emotions, a mixture of remorse, possessiveness, and a raw, desperate need for connection.

He placed a gentle kiss on your half parted lips, a silent apology that spoke volumes. The taste of salt lingered on your skin, a bittersweet reminder of the tears you'd shed and the stress you'd both endured. A few stray droplets found their way into his mouth, another reminder of your vulnerability that he seemed to absorb with regret.

The kiss deepened, a slow, passionate kiss that chased away the fear that gripped onto you and replaced it with a large sense of comfort. His lips were soft yet firm, molding against yours with a gentle pressure that sent a shiver down your spine. It was a kiss that promised love, a silent vow to protect you from any darkness that may come your way. Each kiss grew more heavier and needier than the last, greedier Infact. Billy’s tongue swiped across yours and you both let out a soft moan.

You pulled away. Billy’s eyes, now dark and intense, lingered on your face for what felt like an eternity. A storm of emotions swirled within them, the most obvious one being regret. And with that final, lingering look, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of your small, red , button nose, the coldness of your skin followed by the warmth of his lips shocked you as he did so.

“Right, get in.” he commanded. His voice a low rumble that showed a hint of urgency.

He swung open the passenger door of his beloved Camaro, the interior dimly lit by the soft glow of the dashboard.

“You're freezing.” He added, his tone softening with care. "I'm taking you home."

Before you could bring yourself to step inside the deathtrap he owned , a playful glint flickered in your eyes.

“Oh, I'm sorry," (Y/N) felt a sarcastic smile tugging at her lips. "I thought I wasn't allowed to ask you for a ride home."

The tension that had been simmering between you both finally broke, erupting into a shared laughter that filled the night air. Billy's face softened, his lips curving into a genuine smile that reached his eyes. Leaning closer, his voice dropped to a husky whisper.

“Get. In. Now."

The playful command held a deeper meaning, a possessive edge that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Okay, okay," (Y/N) replied. A hint of amusement dancing in her voice.

As you settled into the passenger seat, Billy carefully slammed the door shut, his touch surprisingly gentle, as if he’s afraid to startle you. He rounded the Camaro with a careful yet fast paced stride, his movements radiating a raw energy that both intimidated and intrigued you.

Sinking heavily into the driver's seat, he reached for the crumpled pack of cigarettes tucked into his jacket pocket. Plucking the last one from the pack, he placed it firmly between his plump lips. The engine roared to life, a sudden eruption of power that vibrated through the car and sent a jolt of adrenaline through your veins. It was a sound that always managed to ground you, a reminder of the raw, untamed spirit that defined Billy.

Cracking the window to allow the smoke to escape, he flicked the lighter, the flame illuminating his chiseled features in the darkness. He exhaled slowly, carefully directing the smoke away from you, a small gesture of consideration that spoke volumes. Reaching out, he gently brushed a long strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your skin for a fleeting moment.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I'd never let anything happen to you, you know that, right?"

Looking at him, you saw a depth of sincerity in his eyes that melted away any lingering doubts.

“Of course," (Y/N) replied softly, her voice filled with a love that blocked out the chaos that surrounded them. “Yeah, I know, Billy."

His gaze grew stronger. His thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone with a possessive touch.

“You're mine, you know that too.” He stated firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, Billy, I know," (Y/N) responded, her voice barely a whisper.

A soft smile played on his lips, his eyes filled with a love that warmed you from the inside out.

“I love you, sweetheart," he confessed, the words hanging in the air like a sacred vow.

"I love you too, Billy.” (Y/N) replied, her heart overflowing with an emotion that she couldn’t explain.

With a final, lingering look, he shifted the car into gear, the engine revving with eagerness.

“Let's get you home.” He said, his voice filled with a newfound purpose as he sped off into the night, leaving Tommy H's party and the darkness behind.

Part 2 - Part 3 and Part 4 out now !! :)