Your life in Hawkins was good although boring. One person managed to not only change that but also to make you feel things you didn't know were possible. Billy Hargrove x OC If you don't like it - please stop reading instead of leaving embarrassing comments. I took time to write this and I am sharing it with you for free, just so you can enjoy. Please be respectful and understanding.

Request for my friend who wanted heavy flirting leading to no strings smut. 18+

Here is a collection of all my Billy Hargrove Imagines from my Tumblr! Some general warnings are: Mentions of Billy's abuse, swearing, anxiety and romantic themes https://strangerstuffandthingsimagines.tumblr.com/

"Dustin!" You screamed as you ran down the hall, "Dustin did you take my fucking hairspray?!" You angry burst through his door, ready to go to the misfits concert, only your hair looked like actual shit, "Holy shit" you heard one of the older looking boys breathe out, "Dustbin your sisters hot as shit"

A collection of one shots requested by users on tumblr using 'fluff' prompts Warnings; Profanity Audience; M for Mature

imagines about the stranger things older boys <3

A multi-part fic that came from a suggestion on Tumblr; "Billy opens the door, there really is a cute, innocent religious girl there trying to invite the new family to her local church. She sees Billy and immediately loses Jesus know what I mean? Enter: Utter Debauchery."

The many Misadventures of you and the infamous Keg King, Billy Hargrove. &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;Requests are Open&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;

I DO NOT OWN BILLY OR THE OTHER STRANGER THINGS CHARACTERS!! "You're not like other girls in this town," Billy expresses, his eyes traveling your face. You chuckle, looking away, "That seems like such a cliche things to say." Billy laughs a bit, looking away for a second. When the laughter dies down, he looks at you again, taking your hand in his, "It may be cliche, but it's true." "Is this the part where I fall to my knees, and beg you to take me to your bed?" You jest, raising an eyebrow. He shakes his head, a smile erupting on his perfect pink lips, "No, this is the part where I ask you on a real date." Your eyes grow wide at first, but you're put at ease when you notice him biting his lip as his eyes dart around your face. Billy is nervous. "Am I dreaming, or is the Billy Hargrove, the lady killer, the womanizer, asking me out on a date?" You attempt to keep your cool by joking, but on the inside, you're squealing like a school girl.