Ross: He is racist, I think. It’s [reflective of] people that he’s viewing as different from him and an overall rage at the world. In this case, seeing his sister with someone like Lucas leads to that conversation.
Matt: But, also, any way he can find a reason to attack Max, he’ll use it. We wanted to be honest about what an [interracial] relationship like that would do, and how certain characters would react, and how a character like Billy would really react to that.
Source: The Duffer Brothers Recap Stranger Things 2, ‘Chapter 4: Will the Wise’ @ Vulture.com
A/N: Please enjoy this entirely-too-long fic where absolutely nothing of any significance happens. Pure fluff, as requested! I think it’s pretty cute, do me a favour and lemme know if y’all like it?? ♡ Happy reading!
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader
Warning: Slightly suggestive at times. Probably typos galore, I didn’t actually proofread this one I have to get packing!
Ever since you had moved from Hawkins, a town you
quickly learned that no one had heard of in the middle of absolutely no where,
all anyone you met could do was rave about the beaches in California. The
feeling of a tide rolling in against your feet, the hot sand during a sunny
summer day, the viable surf at all hours. People who lived beachside certainly
had a healthy obsession with their environment. Not that you could blame them.
Having come from an area that was mostly rocky mountain and forest terrain, it
wouldn’t be an understatement to say that the gorgeous summer heat had left you
feeling a little starstruck.
Dustin was indeed fact
excited to hear that you were joining him and Steve that night, as was your
mother. It brought her much joy, especially after Steve declined her dinner
invitation. Her attempts to push you and Steve closer together were still going
strong, despite your protests and obvious annoyance. She made sure to yell at
you to brush your hair and to put on some makeup, ‘for Christ’s sake!’. Not
being in the mood to fight her on it, you complied, digging mascara and lip
gloss out of your makeup bag and braiding your hair, using a dull pair of scissors
to finally cut off the dried, fried ends. You found your hands dipping into the
small amount of jewellery at your disposal, sliding the tiny gold star necklace
around your neck, letting it sit in between your collarbones. You smiled at
your reflection, noting the freckles peeking out onto your skin from the
endless sunlight. Hawkins never used to be this warm in the summer, but this year
seemed to be endlessly hot.
Dustin looked more than
a little nervous when he peaked out of his door, looking for a sign of you
leaving yours. When he saw you, he let out a low whistle, motioning you to
follow him into his room.
“What’s up?” you asked,
watching him curiously as he shut the door quickly, pressing his back to it to
hold it closed in case someone tried to open it.
“Do you know what we do
out there?” he asked, keeping his voice low, looking at you very seriously.