a collection of everything i've written about billy hargrove. imagines/oneshots/stories, whatever you would prefer to call them. all fics are either fem!reader or gn!reader.
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word count: 3,420 warnings: swearing, mentions of broken bones, injury and healing, fluff a/n: i hope you guys like this. i was listening to you spin me round the other day and i had a lot of feelings and started typing and this is the result. i'm kind of in love with it, which is rare. and i have a question for you, gentle reader. what do you want from me? do you like me just writing my random ideas and shit? is there anything specific you want? please let me know. feedback is appreciated so so much. <33
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In December of 1985, a Rink O' Mania sprouted up down the street from where Starcourt Mall had been. The chain of skating rinks at been expanding slowly, but Hawkins was always extra slow at catching up with the west coast. December had seemingly been a good time for it to open, since it was below freezing in Indiana, and teenagers needed something to keep them occupied. Parents needed an excuse to get their kids away for a couple of hours.
Eleven had written to all of her friends in Hawkins about the Rink O' Mania in Lenora, and how she'd convinced not only Will, but Jonathan too, and occasionally Joyce, to skate with her. She wrote about how she wished they could find out how fun it was.
When the rink opened, Max wanted to go. She figured it couldn't be difficult. She could skateboard, after all.
The first couple of times, Billy agreed to take Max, but only if she went with a friend. So Billy drove Max and her friend of choice—Lucas—for a while, like he had for the arcade, and they busted their asses together. Then Dustin found out, and was pissed they were leaving him at home. Billy was less than thrilled to have three shitheads in his car at least once a week, if not more.
In March, Vecna showed up. But they'd handled it. The unusual group of 15-year-olds, their parents, their siblings, their odd friends-of-choice, and Billy, had taken care of it. Not to say they'd all come out unscathed. He'd gotten to Max. Shown her images of her brother she'd never wanted haunting her memories, showed her the fate of Hawkins, of her loved ones. He'd told her she couldn't run. But she had. And now Vecna was dead. Max had broken her arm in that try-and-save-the-world plan of theirs, and been pretty fucking beaten up, let alone scarred. Incidentally, Billy had become ten times more protective of his sister. He called her his sister now.
He'd been there throughout the entirety of her recovery, just like she had been for his during the summer. As shitty as it was, bonding over their Upside Down related trauma had brought them a lot closer.
When her arm had healed and she'd been cleared to skateboard again, Max'd tried that before anything else. Billy would sit on the stoop and watch her, smoke a cigarette to calm his nerves. But he'd only allow himself one or two, because he really was trying to cut down. After saving up money to get the Camaro fixed, he didn't have all that much spare cash lying around anyways. What he did have he tried to give to Max.
Eventually, she'd asked if she could go to Rink O' Mania again. Told Billy that she'd still take Lucas and maybe someone else, that they'd watch out for her. He'd agreed, but he'd seen too much happen to her. So Billy found himself going in to the skating rink with Max and her assortment of friends.
