You weren’t the most popular person in school, many people heard your name, but, nothing major. The Hellfire club was voiced into your ear many times, you never joined, you just heard about the game they’d play.
You and Eddie began playing when you met outside the school as a pep rally started up. It seemed that the both of you preferred to stay out of the building when those events happened.
The two of you hit it off with humorous conversation filled with questions about the other’s hobbies, home-life, favorite movies, etc.
Eddie seems like an intimidating guy to several of those who won’t get to know him. To you, he’s the most gentle significant other out there. He’s got a blasting personality but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t show you unlimited sweetness.
You’ve stayed several days and nights in his trailer. Many adorable little dates have happened here, along with your first kiss with him.
The inside of his home doesn’t have the most pleasing effect to the eye, so, he makes efforts to make it presentable for you when you make your way over to him.
When he kisses you, he leans in gently while looking over your face to check off signs of hesitance or plain hints go to stop.
“you’re okay with this, right? Alright.” He asks and says with whispered caution.
His kisses are smooth and addicting, you feel his hands and the metal on his arms. It’s comforting. His being is comforting.
You knew about his work relations with drugs, you didn’t mind since he never pressured you on joining in on selling or using.
When the tragic news about what had happened to Chrissy came out and the fact that Eddie was an unspoken suspect to the public. You have never panicked so much.
Eddie may have looked like a violent person but he truly wasn’t. Unless it was for defense, he wouldn’t hurt anyone unprovoked. You knew this clear and well but others didn’t and wouldn’t wait to listen.
You went along with the others to find him and Eddie questioned as to why you were also wanting to help him.
“I know you wouldn’t do something this horrid, I’ll stick by you, no matter what they say.” Eddie smiled at your heart felt words because he was undeniably glad that he had found someone like you. So understanding and reliable.
You made deliveries of food and alcohol to his location and stayed hours and even a couple of days with him.
When the time came to venture inside the Upside Down, he wouldn’t leave your sight as you wouldn’t let him. You kept your body right next to his and made sure he was more than okay as monsters came towards the group from all directions.
This isn’t the end of the dangerous events the two of you would experience together, but no matter what was thrown at You and Eddie. The two of you were always together.
A/N: I do not claim to, nor do I own Stranger Things; the concept, characters, plot, etc.
At the beginning of the month, Kate’s parents had bought her a refurbished 1970 Dodge Charger. And Billy was green with envy.
Sure, he loved his car. It was kickass. It made him a spectacle, got him tons of babes, and treated him well in many other ways. It wasn’t the kind of car Kate got, it could’ve been a thirty-year-old station wagon, and he still would’ve been jealous.
He was jealous because she didn’t have to put a cent towards it.
She woke up on the day of her driving exam, aced it, and that weekend she had a Charger sitting in the driveway, ready to be used.
Surely, it couldn’t have been cheap, as it was pushing sixteen years old, and it was spotless. Everything looked perfect, from the chrome on the rims, to the stitching on the upholstery, and the minor tinting on the windows.
Her parents even paid for the insurance, and gave her a gas allowance. And footed the bill for upkeep, which is why Billy jumped at the opportunity to change the oil in the car.
Kate had asked him to do it, one: because he needed the money and her parents would pay good; and two: because it would allow him to practice working on his future occupation.
Billy loved cars. And he couldn’t see himself going to school any further than high school, so he had decided that he was going to get into mechanical work. And maybe someday he could open up his own garage, provide for his family.
Do better than his dad did.
Kate’s plan however, was faulty.
“I’m gonna tell them I’m taking it to a garage, you can charge them whatever you want.” She had said, after explaining her genius plan to him.
That was pretty fool-proof. Kate’s parents didn’t give her the time of day on average, so if she presented them with a bill from a mechanic, they wouldn’t even bat an eye.
“You can just do it at the house.” She had shrugged, as if it was no big deal. “I mean, everyone knows we hang in the same group, so if you show up to change my oil, it won’t be thatmuch of a shock.”
She also promised to make Steve swear he wouldn’t snitch about the whole “Billy disguising himself as the garage” bit.
Billy was not confident that Steve would hold up his end of the deal. However, Kate’s confidence in him was enough to make him say yes to the job.
So here he was, bright and early on a Saturday morning, laying underneath Kate’s car, on the freezing cold sidewalk outside of her house.
And changing the oil was already not going well.
For starters, he couldn’t get the cap off, so Kate spent five minutes searching through her father’s tools in the garage for a wrench.
Then, when Billy finally went to use the wrench to twist the cap off, it practically fell off, right onto his face. And in-turn, so did a steady stream of oil.
Kate rushed inside to grab old towels for him to clean up with, but by that time he was already ready to call it quits and go home. But nevertheless, he continued.
He emptied the rest of the old oil into the drip pan, and just as he was about to slide out from underneath the car and start replacing the oil, he realized Kate had bought the incorrect oil.
So Billy, very verybegrudgingly, let Kate drive his car downtown to pick up the right oil. There was no way he was getting in his car covered in oil remnants, so he chose the lesser of two evils, which was letting her drive.
Billy sat with bated breath, inside the garage, trying to keep himself warm by the minuscule space heater, as he waited for her return.
After almost an hour, Kate finally came back, not only with oil, but an entire load of groceries.
Billy jumped up from the floor, feeling heat rise in his chest at the sight of her with her arms full of bags. “You got a whole grocery order Harrington?” He gawked, pointing at the bags in her arms. “Did you at least get the oil?”
She waved the sticky note he had written the correct oil on in her fingers. “Duh!” She snickered, pushing past him and dropping the oil at his feet.
“Well I just had to ask because it looks like you had other things on your mind.” He shook his head, grabbing the oil from the ground.
“When convenience strikes!” She replied, shrugging. “Let me know if you need more help, I’ll be inside.”
Billy rolled his eyes, venturing back out into the brisk air to finally finish the job he had started.
He went to work, pouring the new oil into the container and waiting for it to settle before testing the depth with the dipstick.
Unfortunately for him, when he pulled the dipstick back out, it was clean as could be. “What the fuck?” He practically screamed, confused and frustrated beyond belief.
Then it dawned on him.
Jaw clenched, he squatted down, noticing the oil pan underneath the car, full to the brim with oil.
He had forgotten to put the cap back on the oil container under the car.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” He didscream this time, aggressively shoving the dipstick back into it’s hole.
Fuming, he stormed into the Harrington house, startling Kate as she was putting groceries away. “What the hell!” She gasped, hand over her heart.
“I forgot to put the cap back on under your car!” He shouted back, throwing it onto the island.
Kate frowned, looking between Billy and the cap. “So-“
“Where did you put my keys?” He snapped, cocking his head at her.
She pointed to the counter beside the sink. “Where are you going?”
Billy crossed the room, grabbing his keys from the counter. “I’m going to buy another pint of oil, I’m gonna come back and change it, and then I’m going home, getting a shower and going to bed the rest of the day!”
Before Kate could even speak, Billy was gone.
The oil covering his body had mostly dried by the time he got into the car, and sped (like literally almost twenty miles over the speed limit.) downtown.
At Bradley’s Big Buy, he purchased two of the correct pints of oil, one extra for good measure.
He drove back to the Harrington house, and changed the oil, WITH the cap on the container this time, and almost didn’t go back inside to say goodbye when he was done.
Kate was sat on the couch in the living room, a mug of tea beside her and a movie playing on the television in front of her. She looked away from the screen, eyebrows raising at him. “You finished?” She asked.
Billy nodded, clenching his jaw. “Never ask me to do that again.” He huffed, walking over to the couch and plopping down beside her. “Is your brother home?”
Kate sighed, fighting with a torn edge of the blanket that was draped over her. “Upstairs.”
Billy wanted to scream even more. He had a hell of a morning, and all he wanted to do was spend some time with his girl to make himself feel better, but he couldn’t even do that.
He rolled his eyes. “Then I’d better go-“
“We can still hang tonight if you want.” Kate shrugged, grabbing onto his wrist.
Billy felt his heart soften a bit. “Course we can. I’ll pick you up, same time as usual, okay?” He whispered, standing up and bending down to be face-to-face with her.
“Same time as usual.” She replied, stretching upwards to press a quick kiss to his lips.
Billy relished in the feeling, as it was the only thing that would keep him from reaching his breaking point the rest of his day. Which was almost guaranteed, heading home to Neil.
A/N: I do not claim to, nor do I own Stranger Things; the concept, characters, plot, etc.
Also, Kate is very much lying about where she got her scars from, as this is from Billy’s POV, he doesn’t know.
If you’re wondering the origin of the head scar, refer to S1E5. It isn’t explicitly said, but when she falls, its pretty much on her face. And the origin of the leg scar isS2E6. Thanks Dart.
It was the middle of February, the heat was cranked to max in the Hargrove house, and Kate and Billy were definitely feeling toasty wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets on Billy’s bed. The lamp was still on in the corner of the room, they had forgotten to turn it off earlier.
“Quit moving around.” Billy grumbled, his face half-buried by the pillow tucked under his cheek.
Kate huffed, kicking her legs a bit to agitate him.
He popped one eye open, finally giving her the attention she wanted. “What’s the deal?” He asked, rolling onto his back. “It’s like three in the morning-“
“And I can’t sleep.” She whispered, dramatically falling back against the pillows.
“Why is this my problem?” Billy asked, internally screaming as she sat herself upright against the wall.
“The moment you invited me over, it became a you problem.” She raised her eyebrows, tugging on the blanket.
He sighed, rolling over onto his side again and propping himself up on an elbow. “What do you want me to do about it? Should I call the sandman-“
“Let’s talk.” Kate replied, eyes flitting over the various posters hung on his wall.
“Talk? About what?”
She shrugged, still looking around at the posters.
Billy reached out with his free hand, fingers brushing over the scar on her thigh. He still remembered the night she got it.
Kate’s eyes trailed down to where his fingers touched her skin. “Remember that night?” She asked, keeping her voice low.
Billy nodded.
In hindsight, he wasn’t proud of his actions that night. It was one of the major reasons they had to keep their relationship so hush-hush; He had burned bridges with everyone that was close to Kate, all within the span of a few minutes. Steve, Mike, Lucas, and Max.
Sorry as he was, he didn’t want to forget that night. Or the way Kate looked when he had first arrived at the Byers home.
The moon was shining just right on her, illuminating her features, making her look almost angel-like. Then he idiotic brother had to stick his nose where it didn’t belong and everything went to shit from there.
He also would never forget that first kiss.
Be as it might, a form of bribery to get him to leave, it was as real a “first kiss” in their relationship, as any other first kiss Billy had ever had. Even if then, it didn’t really mean anything.
“That was a hot kiss.” He smiled coyly, knowing this would make Kate fluster. And it did, her cheeks turned pink as she remembered the night too.
“Whatever-“ She rolled her eyes, playing it off. She grabbed his hand from her leg, holding it up and examining it. “Where’d you get those?”
She was talking about the scattered white specks that decorated his hand. “Somebody dared me to break into a car.”
Kate furrowed her eyebrows, looking at him suspiciously.
Specifically, he was at a party, and the DD of his friend group had locked his keys in his car accidentally.
They tried everything they could before reaching the conclusion of breaking the window; Picking the handle lock, using a wire hanger to get into the window, etc.
It went a little something like:
“The only other way I see this happening is if we break the window open.”
“You have insurance right?”
Then Billy said “I’ll just break it with my fist.”
And all his friends looked at him like he had two heads. But all it took was one “Bet you won’t.” For him to punch his fist straight through the glass.
They immediately went to the emergency room.
“You’re serious?” She asked, finally deciding that she believed him.
“Cross my heart.” He nodded, pulling his hand from between her’s and crossing his heart.
His eyes studied her face, coming to rest on a small scar, just at the edge of her hairline on her forehead. “What’s that one from?”
Kate lifted her hand to touch it, trying to remember where it came from. “Freshman year, went to a softball game, got cracked in the head.”
Billy couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of Kate getting obliterated by a softball. “It’s actually not funny because it gave me a concussion and I had to be wheeled out in an ambulance in front of the entire softball game.”
Kate wasn’t being entirely serious, as she spoke her mouth upturned in a smile. Like she couldn’t help but laugh at herself.
“Okay, what about that one?” She asked, leaning forward and tapping his chin, where a small scar was wedged by his lower lip.
“You sure you don’t already know the answer to that one?” He asked, eyes shifting to look out the window.
Kate sighed, fidgeting a bit. “Your dad.” She answered for herself.
“Good old Neil.” Billy nodded. “One of many.”
Kate sighed again, sinking herself back down on the bed and wrapping the blankets around herself. “You ever break any bones?” She asked, laying on her side to face him.
Billy shook his head. “I sprained my wrist though once. Beat some kid up in like fifth grade, and my hand took a beating too.”
“That’s not nice!” Kate gasped, swatting at his arm.
Billy shrugged, rolling over to lay on his back. “You ever break anything? I wouldn’t be surprised, you’re like the most clumsy person I’ve ever met-“
“Oh seriously?” She scoffed, fluffing her pillow. “I’ve broken both of my ankles, three fingers, and almost my back.”
Billy whipped his head around, staring at her in disbelief. “How do you almost break your back?”
“Rope swing and shallow water.” She nodded, clicking her tongue. “I landed on my ass though, not my feet, so I kinda broke my own fall.”
Billy was torn between laughing his ass off at the thought of that scenario playing out in real life, and being genuinely concerned for her wellbeing.
“Maybe you’re right, I am kinda clumsy.” She mumbled, cuddling into his side. “Got any more fun stories to tell me?”
Billy blinked, a small smile appearing on his face. He began to recount the time he flipped off his surfboard and gave himself a black eye from hitting the fin.
And the time he tripped over Max’s Barbie Dreamhouse and not only broke it, but also the handle off his bedroom door. (From running away from his father.)
And the time that he thought it was a good idea to touch freshly-poured tar and it stuck to his hand for a week, and left a nasty scar to boot.
By the time he had finished the third story, he glanced down. Kate was fast asleep, nestled into his chest.
Billy felt warmth rise in him. But whether it was the scalding heat of the room, or the girl asleep on top of him, he would never really know.
my opinion on stonathan first date: they went to an amusement park and arcade. because jonathan was forced to grow up too early for his own due to his family, steve took him to these place so the other boy finally can enjoy what he didn’t have when he was younger
