Stranger Things Imagines

Your Part Of My Family - Billy Hargrove

Billy Hargrove x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,225

Summary: Y/n doesn't want Billy to have to spend Thanksgiving alone.

Authors Note: I wanted to write something for this Thanksgiving. Something that had to do with the Holiday. I started this Thursday before thanksgiving (so last Thursday), and then in the span of 3 days finished all the non-dialog, typed it the day before Thanksgiving (yesterday). It was a little stressful trying to get it done and typed in time, and I could have just saved it for next year but I really wanted to post it today. Happy Thanksgiving!

Y/m/n = Your/Moms/Name

Y/n/n = Your/Nick/Name

Y/l/n = Your/Last/Name

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"So what are you doing for Thanksgiving?" Y/n asked from her bed as Billy snooped through her dresser drawers. He always did after she went to the mall. Hoping to sneak a peak at any new lingerie she might have gotten. Y/n on the other hand was just laying on her bed, looking through a magazine Billy brought over with him. Specifically for her to read. She glanced up at him to see his answer to her question. Y/n has learned how to read Billys face very well since the two got to befriends, let alone since they've been together.

"Nothing." Billy shrugged his shoulders. To busy looking through her underwear to look at her an answer.

"Billy, you can't just do nothing. Its Thanksgiving!" Y/n exclaimed, moving to sit up on her bed, leaning against the headboard.

"Well my father and Susan are going to visit some of her family a few states over for the holiday week. Their taking Max but- my father said if I can't behave than I might as well not go. Well, since I don't want to go anyway I decided to stay here." Billy explained with a scoff to start off with before talking. As he spoke Billy closed her underwear drawer and walked across her room and sat next to Y/n on her full-sized bed.

Y/n grimanced at Billy's explanation. She knows all about how Billy's father treats him. An quite frankly Y/n who would love to tell Hopper and get him out of there. "Billy..."

"Listen. I don't want to spend the holidays with the Mayfields anyway." Billy shook his head making a noise between a grunt and another scoff. Billy reached down to hold her hand. "None of them consider me family. To them I'm the boy who has a dead mother and a perfect father, and I don't appreciate any part of my life. They don't consider me family and it goes both ways. I dont consider them part of my family either. They don't know me."

Y/n reached her free hand up to run through her boyfriends curly hair. Silently telling him that she cares for him without saying it. "Well, if their stupid enough to believe that your father is a saint then screw them. They don't deserve you, Billy."

"Besides the only family I need is you." Billy stated, leaning into her touch. He turned his neck to look his girl in her eyes. The sincerity in his eyes tell her just how much he really mean his statement.

For the rest of the Saturday the couple laughed, joked, talked, and messed around in Y/n's room. That is till her mom came home from shopping, coming back with pizza and coke-a-cola. Y/m/n, Y/n's mom told Billy he could stay for dinner (like always). He stayed and they all ate before Billy inevitably had to go home. No matter how much he wished he could stay. An as much as Y/n wished he didn't have to, he did have to go home. Go back to hishouse, but she did get an idea.

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"Hey, mom." Y/n greeted in a tone suggesting that she had a question to ask.