Middle Fingers Up // Billy Hargrove x Reader

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑰𝑭𝑻𝒀-𝑻𝑾𝑶

Needless to say, you were awoken far too early on Christmas morning by an over-excited little boy who couldn't wait to see what the fat man who broke into your house every year had left for him. 

You were barely awake as he pounded down the stairs and skidded to a halt beneath the tree. There was still sleep dust in your eyes as you rubbed them clean and your hair was in hopeless tendrils around your face. "Happy Christmas, kiddo." You yawn over your words and he runs over to wrap his arms around you. "Now presents!" He disengages and flings himself onto the floor by the tree once more.

Winston had woken up from his old man coma in the commotion and was wagging his tail despite having no fucking clue what was going on. You pet his head and smile, laughing at how excited your kid was. "We have to wait for your grandparents and auntie Jess." You tell him and he groans in response, before seemingly having a wonderful idea. That idea? It was to go around to their rooms and wake them up as he had done with yourself. 

You figure he thought that since it worked for you, then it would work for them too. It did, unsurprisingly. 

The morning was filled with gifts and board games and in the afternoon you helped your mom cook the dinner. It was your first family Christmas at home since before Theo and you couldn't deny it made you feel all warm and gooey inside. Disgusting. 

When the evening rolled in, your mom insisted on going caroling - you refuse, naturally. But in your defense you did have an excuse other than simply not wanting to put the poor residents of Hawkins through your terrible singing - Billy was supposed to be coming over to see your son soon. 

He arrives shortly after your parents leave, knocking heavily on the door - like you wouldn't hear it. You were sat in the living room with Theo and Winston watching The Goonies, but as soon as the little one heard the knock, he was bounding over to the front door. 

You follow him, laughing as you do so from how excited he was, and finally pry open the door for him. "Merry Christmas, bud!" Billy exclaims as soon as Theo comes into view; the little one himself running out to hug the taller males leg. "Daddy! You're here!" He shouts, grip tightening around his father. 

"Okay, let him get in, it's freezing." You chide your son, leaning against the frame of the door as the chilly night air seeps into the house. "Hey. Merry Christmas," Billy says to you now, voice lower as he juggles the gifts in his arms so he can stroke his palm over Theo's head affectionately. 

"You too. Come on in, everyone else is out." You step back to let him in and Theo drops his grip to run back into the living room and take his favorite seat on the couch once more. You close the door behind Billy and head in after them, plopping down on Theo's left while Billy sat on the other side. He shucks his jacket off and hangs it over the back of the couch and --- Holy fuck. 

Was that a goddamn Christmas sweater? He was wearing a green knit jumper with a Santa face on it and the sight of it has you wheezing with laughter. "What the fuc--- fudge. What the fudge is that you're wearing?" You correct yourself after the disaster of last night.

"It's Christmas. It's a Christmas sweater." He says plainly though you could tell he was trying not to laugh as well. 

"It's hideous is what it is." You comment, snorting through your laugh until Theo turns and scowls at you, all mean and tough. "Don't laugh. I like it. It's Santa."

"Sure is, buddy." The laughter eventually dies down, though the urge was still there every time you looked at it. God, he was really getting into the spirit of it this year, huh? "Now, I think it's time for presents, don't you?" Billy teases Theo, who gasps excitedly and claps his hands, cheering for more gifts despite the pile in the corner of the room from everyone else, including yourself.