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.

❝c'mon, you have to admit that was totally tubular.❞

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."

How do you tell that arrogant prick, Billy Hargrove, that he got you pregnant? Loosely follows the events of seasons 2 and 3 (be forewarned: the ending matches S3 ending,) though the time line is spaced out. There will be spoilers. WARNING: Contains mature content (language, violence, alcohol, explicit sex scenes, etc.) All Stranger Things characters and plot belong to the Duffer Brothers and Netflix. Everything else is of my own creation.

After her parents died in a car crash, Amber Henderson moved in with her godmother and cousin who live in the small town of Hawkins, Indiana. She thought her life couldn't get any worse, well that was until Billy Hargrove hit her with his car. "So, are you going to pay for my hood?" Billy asked while taking a puff on his cigarette and nodding towards the large dent on his hood from Amber's body.

"We let the waters rise We drifted to survive I needed you to stay But I let you drift away My love where are you?" It's been three years since Olivia has set foot back in Hawkins. Three years later she was finally ready to come back and visit her friends, or so she thought.

It's October of 1984 and you're new at Hawkins. When you meet Billy, your life turns upside down. Can Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve keep you out of trouble, or will you fall in with the bad boy?

*** His fingertips brushed across my bare back. In that moment it was just us, the sound of my light humming and his breathing. In that moment he was okay. He was happy.