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summary: max starts breaking out and needs to develop a skincare routine. billy's girlfriend y/n steps up to the role of older sister and walks her through each step. billy lingers by the bathroom doorway, putting himself in the position of the perfect model.
Contents/Warnings: afab!fem!reader
A/N:...sorry i haven't posted in like. years. i lowkey kinda fell off of stranger things!! i still liked it but I wasn't watching it and I found it hard to write without the inspiration. but I'm back! I can't guarantee it'll be for forever but I'm gonna milk it for all it's worth right now. And I can finally cross something off of my wip list YAYYYY :D send me some requests to kickstart my writing again!
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Billy’s surprised, pleasantly so, when you show up at his door with a… big metal box? He’s not sure what’s in it, but it looks important, there’s a lock on it and you’re holding the key. The situation gets less pleasant when you remain stony faced, unreactive to his grin at your presence, and shoulder past him.
“Sorry Billy,” You march through the house, down the hallway and to the bathroom, “Urgent matters to attend to.”
He doesn’t even get to finish latching the door shut when the bathroom door starts to close, and he rushes after you to catch it.
“Hey!” He reaches you just in time, stopping it from slamming with a large, rough hand that thumps against the wood, “What the hell? Why are you holing up in my bathroom with a safe?”
“My bathroom, dickhead.” Max sneers, seated on the lid of the toilet, “You like to use the empty beer cans under your bed.”
“Someone’s bitchy today,” He gripes, leaning against the frame, “Period?”
“Billy,” You scold, unlocking the latch on the box and flipping it open, “Be nice! This is girl time, you’re intruding.”
His eyes widen, and he scoffs, “Unbelievable! So they put me in charge, then my girlfriend comes over into the house that I’m responsible for, storms off without even a hello, and tries locking herself away in the bathroom with the middle schooler, yet I’m the problem here!”
“Yes,” Max insists, eyes icy as she shoves down the lid of the box so that Billy can’t see the contents, “Just get out!”
“No.” He crosses his arms, glaring her down, “I wanna know what you’re doing.”
“I told you,” You try placating him, voice smooth and sweet, “Girl talk. It’s private.”
“What, is it about periods? I already know all that shit,” He scoffs, and you and Max share an amused, side-eyed grin, “I took health in freshman year. My girlfriend is here and I’m going to spend time with her while she is.”
His chest heaves slightly with the force of his insistence, and you sigh, glancing over at Max. You communicate silently, your eyes holding the words you can’t say in front of him, then you turn back to flash him a single pointer finger.
“One minute,” You promise, “C’mere, Max.”
She huddles closer to you, and you cup your hand over her ear, whispering into it. Billy doesn’t appreciate even more secrets, huffing and puffing at your display of dramatics. After a few nods, a smirk, and a giggle are released, you separate, and turn back to him with an eager smile.
“Okay, Billy,” You start, grin wicked, “We’re creating a skincare routine for Max. If you want to stay and be part of the fun, be my guest. But you’ll have to be our model.”
“Skincare?” He narrows his eyes, “Just wash your fucking face, Max.”
“That’s not how it works,” You groan, “She needs a multi-step routine, and that’s what we’re going to work out today, with this.” You pull up on the case’s latch, and Max doesn’t stop you this time. Inside are individual packages, what Billy identifies as face masks, bottles, tubes, wipes, cotton pads; he’s honestly surprised there’s not a beauty technician stored in there, too.
“If you’re so insistent on spending time with me,” You bargain, and there’s a sweet smile on your face as you say it that lets him know you’re not really as annoyed with him as you tease, “Then you’ll let me demonstrate on you.”
“No way.” He stands tall, shoulders stiff, “I’m not letting you put that shit on my face.”
“You could use it,” Max mumbles under her breath, and the only reason Billy doesn’t gripe back is because he thinks you’ll scold him for it. Instead, he watches as you take out a bottle, showcasing the greenish gel inside.
“Soap,” You inform him, “That’s all it is, Billy, is soap. Would you just wash your face for us?”
“Soap..” He narrows his eyes at the suspicious bottle, “That shit’s just soap?”
“Just soap,” You promise again, “Please?”
He doesn’t need to look into your eyes to know they’re shiny, and he won’t admit defeat because of them. So he succumbs on his own terms, sighing heavily and reaching for the bottle, “Gimme the damn soap.”
The tap water is cool, and he relishes the feeling against his burning cheeks. He can feel his hair getting wet, and some of the longer strands threaten to dip into the water and become completely soaked, ruining his curls. He’s not happy to be giving in so easily, but those damn eyes of yours, that sweet ‘please?’, and he’s a sucker. A sucker who smears green gel soap over his face, scrubbing extra hard at his cheeks like it’ll wash away the pink stains there.
“Okay, gentle,” You chide him, pulling at his elbows, “Max, don’t scrub this hard. You want to lather it in but you don’t want to damage your skin in the process.”
“Unbelievable,” Billy blubbers, bubbles encroaching on the gap of his lips, “I’m being your life sized beauty doll and you’re telling me I’m doing everything wrong.”
This time, you don’t hold back the unamused glare that you and Max share.
“No, Billy.” You placate him, smoothing a hand down his back while he rinses his face, biting back a smirk as Max lets one fall over her face, “We’re not telling you you’re doing everything wrong. I just want you to be nicer to your skin.”
“There,” Billy drawls, smoothing over his bubble-free face with a damp washcloth and staring down his nose at you, a few unfortunately drowned strands of hair sticking to his cheeks, “That it?”
“Uh,” You falter, eyeing the kit you brought, “Not quite. Just a few more steps.”
His face falls, “A few? I washed my face with soap, it’s clean. What more do I need?”
“Well, when you wash your hair with shampoo but you don’t condition it, it gets really dry, right?”
“Yeah,” Billy nods cautiously, eyes narrow, “So?”
“So your skin’s the same way,” You reach for a foil-lined packet in the case, hot pink silhouettes of Barbie littering its surface, “And you need to moisturize it.”
When you draw the package from the confines of the box, BIlly’s eyes go empty. It’s like he’s trying to fathom how he’s gotten there, how he’s in a bathroom with a freshly-washed face surrounded by people who want to stick Barbie all over his cheeks.
“It’s just a face mask,” You try calming him before he can even get started, “It helps moisturize your skin so that it’s not so dry after washing. It’s just a little sheet that you lay over your face, you’ve seen me wear them before.”
“Yeah, and you walk around looking like you fell asleep next to a toddler with a marker.”
“If you’re going to be antagonistic, you can leave,” You finally snap, brows lowering in a condemning glare, “This is supposed to be me pampering your sister because she’s struggling with being a teenager, I will not let you ruin this for her with your shitty attitude.”
Billy’s own brows, impeccably groomed and slit on one side, nearly reach his hairline, one now obscured by a damp curl that hangs down over his forehead.
“Okay, okay.” His gruff voice concedes, the wind successfully taken from his sails, “Barbie me, baby.”
The sheet mask leaves a thick, gelatinous layer of product on your fingers as you unfold it, and the chill of it nearly sends a shiver up your spine. Billy shrinks away from you as you hold it up towards his face, but true to his word he lets you stick it to his skin and smooth away the wrinkles.
The sheet mask intrudes on the seam of his lips so he can’t complain- at least not until you readjust it. You consider not doing so at all, and ensuring that you won’t be hearing any bitching and moaning out of him, but you take pity on him and tuck the mask into place around his mouth.
His stunted groans turn into a panted protest, “This shit feels disgusting.”
“Beauty is pain,” You recite, “Or in this case, mild discomfort for ten to fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes?”
“Fifteen minutes.” You tilt your head downwards, glaring through your eyelashes at him, “Got a problem with that, Barbie?”
“No.” Billy grumbles, “No problems.”
Max snickers, and now Billy has a problem.
“You don’t need to use one of these every day,” You peer at Max, “The more you do it the more you’ll understand your skin. If you need to do one every day, that’s one thing. But most people usually only use them once a week, or a few times a month. And that’s if you have them on hand. If your allowance runs out,” You watch Billy try and fail to itch a patch on his cheek by jabbing his nail into the gooey mask, “You can go without them. It’s an extra moisturizing step, but it’s not essential.”
“Then why the hell is it on my face?” Billy drawls, his voice grating and rough, “I thought you said it was just gonna be a few steps, not the whole tour.”
“This is the only extra step I’m adding,” You turn towards Max to roll your eyes, exaggerating the movement so that she snickers into the palm of her hand, “Just sit down and relax for fifteen minutes! Better yet-” You point towards the open doorway, “Go lay down. Take a little nap,” You suggest, “I can use the time to go over the rest of the process with Max.”
“Don’t get slime on your pillow,” Max grins wickedly at her step-brother, and you honestly think he might have complied were it not for the sibling rivalry. Instead, he plants his ass firmly on the lid of the toilet, resting his ankle on his opposite knee and subsequently kicking Max with the toe of his socked foot.
“Ew!” She jerks away, her back hitting the shower door and rattling it in place, “Y/N, he kicked me with his gross socks.”
“Billy,” You scold, reaching out to tug at a curl that hangs over his shoulder, “Be nice.”
He glares mutinously at you from the eye holes of the pink face mask, but it’s not as lethal as it would be if you weren’t his girlfriend. Although, you suppose, he wouldn’t have put the face mask on if you weren’t his girlfriend, so you drop your hand to his shoulder and rub comfortingly between the blades.
He grunts in response to the impromptu massage, apparently helpless to the comfort despite the mortifying situation he finds himself in. You keep your fingers working diligently against his clenched muscles until he loosens them, “It’ll dry out a bit in the air, but the serum is gonna soak in. After the timer is up, we’ll peel it off, and he’ll rub the rest of it into his skin. Then, toner,” You hold up the bottle, “And moisturizer. Eventually,” You sift through the rest of the bottles in your case, “You may need specific products like undereye serum, or additional creams that do one thing over another. But for right now, I think three steps will be perfect for you. And I’ll leave you with some of these,” You gesture to the numerous packs of face masks you’ve acquired over years of convenience store runs, “So that you don’t have to buy more for a while.”
“Thanks,” Max breathes, her expression breaking into a grin that bunches her cheeks up. It’s genuine, which is something you don’t always see from the oft-sarcastic girl, but it suits her beautifully, and you use your free hand to tug affectionately at one of her braids.
Fifteen minutes eventually passes, but you damn near have to restrain Billy for the amount of times he tries peeling it off before his timer is up. Once the kitchen clock buzzes on the counter his hands fly to his face, but he’s not accounted for the way that the mask has partially dried against his skin, still sticky and gooey but much less dripping.
“Ew,” He twitches, the pads of his fingers now glistening, “Get it off of me.”
“Say please.” You gripe, and you can hear his teeth clacking together in his mouth.
“Please get this shit off of me.”
You acquiesce instead of further tormenting the man, peeling the sheet mask off of him with practiced ease. He grimaces at the way that it clings to his face, but blinks when it’s off of him, like he hadn’t been able to see properly beneath it despite the eye holes.
“Finally.” He grunts, and you bring your hands to his face, gently smoothing the remaining substance into his skin. His eyes, previously scrunched shut, fly open when your hands meet his face, and he locks his gorgeous blue eyes with yours as you rub your fingers over his cheeks.
You share unashamedly back, briefly lost in the moment. He’s got such pretty eyes, and they’re framed by lashes that might be better than your own, resentfully. It’s easy to find yourself suspended in time, and you stroke along the ridges of his cheekbones with a reverence that your thumbs easily sway with. The solution is long gone, but you continue kneading your hands over his face the way you’d eased the sore muscles of his perpetually-tensed shoulders.
You’re not sure how long you stand there, pinned between his knees where you’re standing at the toilet. He’s completely relaxed despite all of his earlier grumblings, limbs loose and resting in his lap. Your fingers rove easily, adoringly over his features, and you honestly forget there’s anyone else there besides the two of you until Max clears her throat, and you glance backwards over your shoulder to see her leaning against the wall, legs and arms crossed. She’s got a flat, unimpressed expression on her face, and you try stepping out from between Billy’s legs until you realize he’s trapped you there.
“Do I have to stare longingly at myself in the mirror when I do it?” Max asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “Or- should I get Lucas in here to do it for me? Do we have to stand like that,” She glances at Billy’s large hands now slung around your waist, “Like we’re trying to fit two people into a dressing room at JC Penny?”
“Okay, okay.” You wrestle your way out of Billy’s hold, fighting against his hands that try desperately to drag you back between his legs, “I get it. Sorry. I got distracted.”
Max’s lip curls into a sneer, clearly disbelieving that her step-brother is anything to be distracted by, “Whatever. So you rub it in, then what?”
“Toner.” You secure a cotton pad, dabbing the liquid onto it with two fingers pressed tight against the back, “Don’t use it if you’ve just popped a pimple. Don’t pop any pimples anyways,” You level a stern glare at her, “But if you do, don’t put this on broken skin. It stings.”
Billy’s eyes darken, and he jerks his head away when you try smearing the pad against his face.
“It’s fine.” You assure him, “It won’t hurt. You don’t have any cuts on your face, right?”
“Baby,” Max snickers, and you have to redirect Billy’s chin towards you when he shoots Max a glare over your shoulder.
“It won’t hurt.” You repeat, taking his face in your hands again to begin smoothing it over his skin. It picks up any excess moisture you’d left behind while staring dreamily into his eyes, but it picks up a layer of dirt that he hadn’t managed to scrub away with the soap, and you show off the stained pad with pride.
“See? That’s why you need toner. It gets rid of everything, and it leaves your skin ready for the moisturizer.”
Max wrinkles her nose again at the sight of the dirtied cotton pad, but Billy doesn’t seem perturbed. He watches carelessly as you toss it into the bin, and pick up your bottle of moisturizer. You pump the nozzle once, twice, thrice until there’s a sizeable amount on your palm, showing Max the size of the portion.
“No more than this,” You tell her, “You’ll go through it too fast and it won’t absorb properly.”
She watches dutifully as you spread the moisturizer over your hands, then rub it into Billy’s face. It’s excessive, because the face mask has already soaked into his skin, but he’ll simply be extra moisturized tonight, and you’re looking forward to cupping his face under cover of darkness in his bedroom tonight. You can be the softest and sweetest when there’s no one else around, and even though Max was understandably uncomfortable witnessing it, you long to continue worshipping your boy.
“There.” You step back, admiring your handiwork, “That’s it. We’re done.”
“Finally,” Billy grumbles, but you know from his recent lack of fidgeting that he’s not as put out by the whole thing as he tries appearing. He stands, looming an impressive distance over you and Max. It’s awkward to edge between the two of you in the small space, but he manages to do so without knocking you over, though he does bump into Max harder than he needs to. He pairs it with a lazy, grating, “Now that you know what you’re doing, I’m gonna go ahead and take back my girlfriend. Enjoy your slime,” Billy grabs your hand, tugging you across the tiled floor so forcefully that your socks slide against it, “Don’t get it in your mouth because I’m not calling poison control.”
“I will!” You yelp, as Billy drags you down the hallway to his room, “But- just don’t eat it anyways!”
When Billy’s door shuts with a whoosh of air you whirl on him, almost getting lost in admiring the way that his skin glistens, “You’re mean to her.”
“She’s my sister,” He looks affronted, “I’m supposed to be.”
“You could be nicer.” You insist, your own face hardened into a frown, “She just wanted girl time.”
“I wanted girlfriend time,” He shrugs, “You came to my house, you really thought I wasn’t gonna steal you?”
“It’s good for her to have girl friends,” You hum, still lost in thoughts of Max who’s insanely deprived of a womanly figure in her life. Billy wastes no time getting you into his bed, his jeans stretching tight over his thighs as he pushes you down, then crawls over you. He flips you when you’re both laying down, settling your body weight over his so that you’re laying against his toned chest. You prop your chin up against his pec, peering down at him as he closes his eyes in bliss as your new napping arrangements, “Promise me you’ll let us have one-on-ones every once in a while?”
“Alright, I promise.” Billy grunts, his eyes still firmly shut, “But don’t act like you guys didn’t enjoy tormenting me in there.”
“Your face is so smooth,” You’re certain he can hear the grin in your voice, and you trace against the contours of his face again with your pointer finger. It’s slightly tacky from the excess moisturizer, but it’s smoother than it’s ever been, and you busy yourself with drawing lines down his nose and curves beneath his chin.
“Stop doing that,” He gripes after a few long moments of nothing but your finger against his skin, “I’m gonna fall asleep.”
“We were gonna nap anyways,” You reason, “Just let me admire my handiwork.”
A grunt is your only answer, and Billy’s lips don’t part again as he drops into a hazy, blissful sleep, though they do lazily pinch together to pucker against the pad of your pointer finger when you drag it against them.
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Summary: It was supposed to be a one-hour job tops. Buy some food for Eddie, deliver it, then meet up with the crew at the Creel house. But Jason and his goons showed up at the worst of times and now she has a bloody nose and a black eye. And unfortunately for Jason, her boyfriend isn’t known for taking ‘accidents’ too well, especially when it comes to the person he loves the most... OR: The very very stereotypical ‘who did this to you?’ trope with Billy Hargrove because I said so.
Notes: English isn't my first language, I apologize for any mistakes I may have made while I wrote this short story.
This is my first time writing for Stranger Things so please be kind :)
Warnings: Billy lives AU! (because let’s be honest, Jason wouldn’t have gotten a chance in S04 if he was alive), the reader and Eddie are besties (because the writer aka me loves him too much to let him go), some very vague very hidden character study, mentioned and/or referenced violence and murder, the writer did her very best to not make the characters ooc, (I wrote this instead of studying for my upcoming exams)
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"Oh my fucking God..." she groaned as she put the stolen metal flask of booze against her skin, right under her left eye. The area was still burning like Hell, even after the unwanted late night swim and hours long journey to the Skull Rock with Eddie. "Be honest Munson, how bad is it?"
She pulled the flask away as she turned toward Eddie who seemed visibly shaken after their escape from the boat house. But then again, she thought, this was his first ever rodeo dealing with the Upside Down. So she couldn’t really blame him for reacting so human-like – she still remembered the first time she herself had seen a Demogorgon for the first time and God she was freaked the fuck out. Then her life took a very interesting turn, because she felt like a veteran at this point in her life.
Eddie hissed as he looked at the left side of her face.
"What? Is it that bad?" she asked.
"Well, sweetheart, let's just say it won't be 'freak hunting season' anymore after Hargrove takes a look at that black eye."
She let out a laugh as she put the flask back to its place – under her eye.
"Yeah, you're right." she said. "For some reason I have this strange gut feeling that Billy won't take it too well."
Eddie joined in on the laugh. "Really? I wonder why."
"Oh, I don't know. Really, I have no idea."
Yeah, it’s not like she witnessed her boyfriend’s overprotective nature or jealousy firsthand…
Billy might’ve changed a lot since the Starcourt incident – hence why the two of them got together in the first place –, but there were times when his old habits came back like a strange force and destroyed everything what was in its way. And if there was one thing which brought the old Billy back, then it was assholes who dared to mess with the person he loved the most: his girlfriend.
She still remembered when she was dropping Max off at school with Billy, and the stupid Hawkins Tigers decided to ask Eddie about his freak girlfriend. Nothing would’ve come from it really if they didn’t choose to explain whom they meant by ‘freak girlfriend’. It was safe to say that Billy was out of the car in seconds and she’d lie if she said that blood wasn’t flowing from the Tigers’ face. And afterwards, well, no one dared to look at her the wrong way or mess with her favorite kids in all of Hawkins – meaning the Hellfire Club finally had a few weeks of peace and quiet. And Eddie – Eddie finally approved her relationship with that ‘piece of shit Hargrove’.
"Well, I won't be the most wanted man in Hawkins anymore at least." Eddie added as he grabbed the stolen walkie from the side of his belt and playfully threw it up in the air and caught it. "It'll be kinda funny. Them hunting us as Hargrove hunts them."
She snorted, which made her nose hurt. She just hoped it wasn't broken.
"I wonder if Jason has a place to hide from him."
"From Hargrove? No way. I don't think a place like that exists yet."
She laughed again and this time it made her bruised left side sting.
Eddie gave her a look. A look she understood well, since she had time to learn how to read him like a book since the beginning of high school. She understood the reason for the attempt to make her laugh as well. And though she appreciated it, they had things to worry about.
"Have you tried contacting them yet?" she pointed at the walkie in his hands.
"I was about to." he said as he stopped playing with it and took a serious look at it. "I might as well tell them to bring us a six pack on their way here. I could really use one of those."
She handed him the metal flask with a smile. "I think this might have something stronger. And I don't know about you, but I could really use something stronger after that night."
"I like the way you think."
She smiled although it turned into an accidental frown.
God she really hoped her nose wasn't broken because then Eddie won't be the only one wanted for murder in Hawkins. But then again – Billy might go on a murder spree anyways. This was strike two for the Hawkins Tigers in his book. Who is she kidding – she already knew this would end bloody for all those dumb jocks.
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She’d never forget the look on Billy’s face. The look of silent relief that she’s alive, that he’s finally standing in front of her – then, that look turned into something else. It changed entirely as soon as he noticed the dark, angry spot under her eye and the dried blood under her nose.
A storm was building in Billy’s eyes. She could see it, and she swore she could feel it too. His muscles stiffened, especially the ones in and around his shoulders. He seemed sharp, ready to jump on someone as soon as she mentioned a damn name. And she was thankful that Eddie was smart enough to take a few steps back and welcome Dustin, because there was always a slim possibility that the person Billy would jump will be Eddie himself.
It only took Billy a few seconds to contain that wrath in himself, a trait he learned for her, then he was all over her: hands holding onto her so fiercely she felt like couldn’t move – not like she wanted to at all –, fingers combed through her hair as she pressed the uninjured side of her face into his chest. She breathed in his cologne and God did she miss it even if it was once again mixed with the cigarettes he must’ve smoked. When he pressed a rough kiss on the top of her head, she felt lighter – then she frowned at the realization that in comparison to his cologne, she probably smelled like damp clothes and fish.
I missed you, she thought. I really missed you. Yet she knew that the moment when they’ll really show any kind of ‘emotional’ emotion, will be when they are alone – especially when Harrington isn’t around.
Billy pulled away first, his hands landing on her jaw. His fingers shook from anger as he tried to hold her as if she was a piece of glass. Her eyes met his as he took a close look at her injuries.
“Jesus Christ…” Steve exclaimed as he finally managed to take a good look at her. “What the Hell happened to you?”
Every pair of eyes turned toward her, looking at the angry area on her face with a shocked expression. It was Max and Steve who eyed Billy nervously, waiting for something – the something they all collectively knew would happen.
“You see, Harrington, that’s what I’d like to know as well…” Billy’s voice had a strange, dangerous undertone as he talked. Eddie sent an ‘I told you so’ look her way.
She just smiled shyly. “A paddle happened.”
Billy raised an eyebrow as his thumb touched the dark purple area under her eye.
Robin, probably from the stress of the situation or from the sight of the dried blood under her nose, started to tell a story from her childhood, about how she accidentally hit herself with a paddle when she was very young. But Steve stopped her before she could really get into the rambling.
She found it kinda funny and overly cute how every single one of her friends was worried about a tiny little blood and black eye, when they had much bigger things to worry about. Hell, even Steve looked like he was ready for war. Even though it wasn’t the right time, she appreciated their worry.
“A paddle happened, you say?” Billy asked, and Eddie decided it was right time to give some context.
“More like Jason Carver and his goons – with a paddle.” he explained.
Billy’s fingers stiffened under her jaw – right, just like she thought: this was strike two for the Tigers and judging by his reaction, the very last strike they’d have in life.
Maybe Billy would’ve taken it more… lightly – if it wasn’t for the fact that his girlfriend has gone missing for a full day. She left the Wheelers’ basement yesterday, not long after noon to make sure Eddie wouldn’t starve in that boathouse. And Billy stopped her multiple times. She thought it was just his protective side showing again, but thinking back at it, it must’ve been this strong feeling in his guts, a feeling she herself knew too well, to stop her because something bad would happen. And that something bad did happen.
He must’ve been full of worry, which meant he got angry and frustrated – probably, most likely. He must’ve given Steve Hell until they arrived, and Max must’ve been tired of always having her brother around.
Yeah, they were all collectively pissed at Jason Carver. He chose the wrong people at the wrong time.
“Well would someone finally tell me, what the fuck he did to my girlfriend?” Billy’s words came out harsh – and she understood that they were meant for Eddie.
But she gently wrapped her hands around his wrists – she gave them a small squeeze as she did so – and pulled them away from her face.
“So, I left to bring Eddie some food, right?” the others nodded all at once as if they were somehow synchronized. “Well – that part went quite swiftly actually. I brought the food, we ate and then Jason showed up with his goons.” Billy seemed like someone who couldn’t wait for the story to be over, so he could finally go and break some noses as revenge. “They had these bats and everything, and they looked through Rick’s house… And they stayed. We couldn’t leave without being spotted. My car was out front anyways either way. Then Jason noticed the boathouse, so we tried to leave with the boat. But the motor went to shit so we had to paddle and those fucking idiots decided to swim after us. Anyways, Jason grabbed my paddle, and I really didn’t want to let go, and that’s how he gave me this--” she pointed at her eye and nose. “--with that stupid paddle.”
All heads turned to look at Billy again – and judging by his eyes and tight muscles, he must’ve heard enough and was ready to be charged for attempted murder. She really didn’t think it mattered that her getting hurt was most likely an accident. Accidents didn’t happen to her in Billy’s book.
Dustin really chose the best moment to avert his gaze and find his compass much more interesting.
“I’ll kill them.” him saying that – it sounded like a plan. “They are so fucking dead.”
Eddie hissed as he took a quick sip from that metal flask. “Yeah – well one of them is.”
Billy seemed to like the verdict the guy has gotten.
“Right – we saw the cops around Rick’s house.” Nancy added.
“Yeah, after Carver’s amazing attempt to stop us, we fell in the lake and this – this guy, Patrick, I think – just got up in the air and his bones—” Eddie swallowed. “He went out like Chrissy.”
She still felt the cold run through her at the memory. Jesus Christ – to go out like that. It seemed worse than getting eaten by a Demogorgon. And she swore to God, she’d never ever let it happen to Max. She was one of her kids and nothing bad will happen to her as long as she’s alive.
“Why didn’t you call us?” Steve asked with a slight scolding undertone – and desperate times called for desperate things, because the look on Billy’s face meant that he agreed with Harrington. “We could’ve gotten here hours ago.”
She held onto Billy’s arm as she felt the tension in him getting very close to snapping.
“Yes, well we swam to the shore and we tried, we tried for a long time, but the walkie was busted.”
“So – we did the thing I always do now, apparently – we ran.” Eddie added with a nervous smile.
She frowned – it’s not like they had any choice. The two of them are wanted criminals, since Jason has seen the both of them in that boat. Yet she knew Eddie felt guilty – he felt horrible about what happened to Chrissy. But nothing could’ve been done differently. The Upside Down can’t really be messed with – Billy was proof of that, and she shuddered at the thought of her boyfriend barely making it out alive.
The others didn’t notice it – they started to collect all the information they had, they started to piece things together as Dustin was still examining his compass. They didn’t notice it, but Billy did. He always noticed everything.
His hands were on her again in mere seconds once again – an occurrence which wasn’t foreign at all. Billy wasn’t shy at all to show any kind of physical affection – well, he wasn’t afraid to show the hugging, kissing, hand-holding and borderline groping kind – the emotional kind was for her eyes only. Really, the only time she had seen Billy being hesitant about showing his love for her in public was at the beginning of their relationship, when he was still in and out of hospitals or when he was quite stressed about being back out in public – especially without his shirt on around the pool because of the long scars which ran along his waist.
Billy’s thumb ran along the left side of her face as Eddie thew his busted watch at Nancy. She could read the silent question in his gaze which still had an angry undertone: ‘Are you okay?’
“I was just worried about you is all.” she said, knowing the question in front of an audience would come out easily.
His lips trembled as he tried to hold back a smile – or a smirk, but his signature affectionate one.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“It fucking stings.” she laughed. “But I’ll live.”
He cupped her jaw, his fingers settling against her neck. He pulled her slightly upwards to make sure she’d look him in the eyes.
“Carver fucking won’t when I get my hands on him.” he didn’t have to use the words ‘I swear’ to say that he meant it. “He thinks he’s some kind of king now – now that I’m gone. He’s always licking the soles of my fucking shoes when he has an upcoming match to get the crowd’s respect, but behind my fucking back he lets his idiot friend group talk shit about my girlfriend – and he himself decides to hurt my girlfriend...”
“Billy…” she began as she held onto his wrists gently, to try and get through to him – gentle touches always seemed to work on Billy, not like she minded, because she liked giving them. “I don’t care about him or his stupid team…”
“Well I do!” he pushed on. “He almost broke your nose—” he suddenly stopped and held onto her face a little tighter to take a better look at her face. “Did he break your nose?”
“Billy.” she tried again. “I don’t care. I’m fine, okay? We have other things to worry about – bigger things – but I promise you that after we deal with those, you can do whatever the Hell you want to him. And I’ll watch from the first row.”
She wouldn’t let her – no way. She’ll make sure Billy and the Tigers won’t ever meet again. She’ll do her very best to keep her boyfriend out of jail. But until then he doesn’t have to know that.
His lips finally curled upwards – and she loved the moments when it happened, God damn her but she lived for those… When he wasn’t playing pretend, when it was an honest to God smile and his eyes lit up with the force of it as well. How he showed his teeth as he playfully licked his upper lip – an act she was sure he did unknowingly as a reflex, yet a thing she found extremely hot, but he didn’t need to know that either.
“Boom!” Dustin shouted out of nowhere and she jumped a little – so did the others – except Billy, who just chuckled.
He leaned in as Steve and Dustin started to argue – a usual occurrence she liked to laugh at – and pressed a long and careful kiss to her forehead.
“Billy…” she began again with a warning undertone. “Promise me.”
“Promise what, dollface?”
“That you won’t bury him six feet under until all of this is over.” she explained. “Promise me, Hargrove.”
His smile turned into a full-on smirk, and she knew his true answer – he won’t try at all.
“I’ll try.” he said instead.
His momentary anger was gone. She knew him well enough to see that. The need for revenge took its place. Her boyfriend was out for blood and there was no way anyone could stop him hunt the Tigers down – or Jason at the very least.
Billy was about to lean to try and shut her up about whatever smart-ass remark she’s got for that, she could already feel breath on his breath on her lips, when Steve Harrington out of all people ruined the moment.
“Hey, lovebirds!” Jesus fucking Christ, Harrington, don’t you have a will to live? “You coming or what? Henderson has this amazing theory to prove me wrong and—”
“We’re coming!” she shouted back before either Dustin or Billy could get into a heated discussion with him. “Let’s go, we have work to do.” she smiled.
Billy groaned as he pressed his forehead against hers and she had the nerve to let out a giggle.
He missed her too, the thought made her smile. Yeah, he missed her a whole lot.
“They are so damn annoying together, those two…” he complained with a barely audible whine.
“Please tell me you didn’t pick on them too much while I was gone.” she laughed as she pulled on his arms to get going – his right one immediately finding her waist. His hand landed on the curve of her midsection, keeping a firm hold on her as if to not let her disappear like that again.
Billy didn’t answer – he just gave her a look, a look which explained everything, and pressed his fingers into her skin, holding onto her arms when she tried to hit him for how ticklish it was.
But she asked Max about it. And yes, Billy gave them Hell, all of them. Steve might’ve been threatened a few times, Eddie was cursed to Hell and back, Max and Lucas didn’t get a single break, but… It was—oddly endearing.
Yes, according to Max Billy was a mess. And judging by her voice she didn’t mind. At least her idiot brother cared for her, like really cared for her, and was much less of an asshole than he used to be.
And surprisingly Billy was able to keep his focus on the mission ahead – finding that gate Dustin theorized about, getting out of the Upside Down, taking down Vecna…
That is, until she ran into Jason at War Zone… Until the jock decided to mess with the shotgun she wanted to buy… Until Billy appeared behind her and without a single word slammed his stupid face into the counter…
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I love the thought of this AU so much it’s insane – forgive me…
description - billy reminds you how big his dick is
warnings - sex (p in v), not proofread!
“you okay, sweetheart?” billy, murmurs as he slowly eases his thick, hard cock into your hole. his thumb rubs over your clit, working as a distraction as his dick stretches you out.
your hands reach out to grip his biceps as his arms hold him up, either side of your head. your nails dig into his warm skin as he bottoms out, a small groan leaving his lips.
“there you go… you got it, baby, biiiig stretch…” he smiles, pushing your hair out of your face as he stays still inside you for a moment, letting you get used to his size again.
“fuck… i forgot how big you were…” you moan, shifting you’d hips up towards his.
“that’s not good… you gotta remember this dick, pretty girl…” he starts moving, thrusting in and out of you.
your head falls back and you moan, your legs bending and coming up to your chest. billy’s lips are parted as he pounds into you over and over.
“look at you…” he groans, “you look so good when i’m fucking you with this big dick, huh…”
you whine in response, eyes squeezed shut.
writers note - sorry this is short! just wanted to write what was in my mind :)
