#billyxreader

[bohemianblasphemy]

can you write maybe billyxreader where reader finds out he slept with maeve and it bothers them and billy reassures them that it wasn’t serious and he loves reader, and they ask him to prove it.

i love a lil angsty smut ✨

@billybutcherrtrash

Numb.

That was all that you could feel in that moment. The abundance of tension in that room where the Boys had their meeting was so thick that you could cut it with a knife.

Butcher had dropped some intel for their mission to take down Homelander; the superweapon that had supposedly killed Soldier Boy, as well as a small supply of Temp V.

It was however, when he casually dropped the bombshell of how he got this information, which was in the form of sleeping with Queen Maeve.

“Purely transactional, nothin’ else.” He’d grin, before continuing the meeting as if it didn’t mean anything- especially to you.

Billy was a complicated man- He’s determined to get what he wants, even if it meant to sleep with the enemy.

Nothing could have prepared you for that news, the pressure of his words hung on you like dead weight. Uncertainties filled your mind as you thought about the obvious feelings that you and Billy shared for each other.

“Did what we have matter to him? Or was it just to fill in the void?”

It seemed that everyone besides Butcher, who was still yapping away was focused on you and how you were feeling; sending invisible messages of sympathy and pity toward you as you sat there motionless trying to subdue your pain.

Trying to avert your mind to anything else than what you just heard had proved unsuccessful, the image of him and Maeve burned into your brain.

The day was unbearably long, it was too much for you, choosing to feign illness and left for home early. Butcher saw right through your getaway, knowing deep down why you did.

As night fell, your apartment was quiet. Sitting on your small couch as you looked out the window, ruminating thoughts of his ‘transaction’ still fresh in your head.

Knocking on the door snapped you out of your thoughts as you made your way to look through the peep hole, seeing none other than Billy himself.

A part of yourself wanted to tell him to fuck off, the other begging to open the door. The latter of your thoughts won as you opened the door- Butcher waltzing in without so much as an acknowledgement.

“Well yes, of course come right in!” Your voice oozed sarcasm and annoyance as you shut the door. He snapped around to look at you.

“You ain’t sick, i know that.” he grumbled. “talk to me, i ain’t leavin’ till ya do.” You couldn’t help but scoff, crossing your arms as you stared at him- staying silent as you figured out the words to say.

“Why her, Billy?” you choked on your words, not looking him in the eye. “How could you think that was okay to sleep with someone else?” Butchers expression showed regret and annoyance at himself, punching the bridge of his nose.

“Love, it wasn’t serious. It was just for the job- nothin’ more, nothin’ less!” his voice rose. “you know the shit i gotta do for the Boys.”

“just for the job?! are you serious right now?” you echoed his words, disbelief laced through your tone. “How do you expect me to believe that?”

Silence fell over the both of you, surrounded by uncomfortable tension. “You didn’t think of me at all?” your voice cracked, Butcher looking over at you with a guilt ridden expression as he strides over to you- placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Listen to me.” he looked into your eyes, his gaze piercing through your anger. “I. Love. You. only you, you get me?” He looked for a sign in your eyes, anything to indicate how you felt.

He sighed. “Maeve and I… it was nothin’, she means nothin’ to me. Nothing like how i feel about ya. You’re the only one that matters to me, the only one i want.”

Your heart raced at his words, but the hurt you felt in your heart still lingered.

“Then prove it…”

You challenged, seeing Billy’s eyes widen.

“Show me that i am the only one you love.” you stepped toward him, the short distance closed between you.

“Oh I’ll prove it to ya alright…” he murmured, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. Before you could even speak his hand reached to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a bruising kiss.

The kiss deepened quickly, his tongue invading your mouth as he backed you up toward the nearest wall; he hands running up under your shirt and pulling it over your head.

Goosebumps formed along your now bare torso, Butchers calloused hands roaming around your body.

“God you’re just… fuckin’ stunning.” he mumbled as his lips attached to your neck and sucking a red mark onto you, making you purr.

His lips trailed further down as he sat on his knees in front of you you, his digits working on the drawstring on your pants as he pulls them down your thighs along with your underwear.

With a swift movement he turns you around, your chest pressed against the wall. His hands running up your thighs, pushing them apart.

“Bend over f’me…” he growled, his voice laced in arousal. Obeying his word, you pushed your hips backward, hands braced against the wall- hearing him groan softly at the sight before him.

You heard him shuffle forward, his large fingers dug into your fleshy backside. “I can’t get enough’f this pussy…” he whispered as he dragged his tongue along your folds, burying his face between your legs.

The sinful mix of your moans and Butchers mouth moving along you filled the room. Your legs shook as Billy continued lapping his tongue on you, occasionally smacking you ass causing you to yelp.

Your orgasm came quickly, Billy’s hands holding you up as your legs shook from the overwhelming pleasure of his skilled tongue. “God lovey, i could taste you for hours…” he chuckled, gently biting your ass cheek as he stood back up behind you, unzipping his jeans.

“I’m gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good love…” you felt him line up with you, moaning as he started to tease your sopping cunt with the tip of his cock before plunging deep inside of you.

Hot breath invaded your ear as you were pounded into from behind, Billy taking a grip of your hair.

“You feel me huh? you feel how f-fuckin’ ‘ard i am f’ya?” he grumbled, grabbing your hips roughly. “It’s all f’you. no one else but you, ya hear me?”

You couldn’t reply, the pleasure was too overwhelming for you. Rough fingers snaked down towards your middle, rubbing your sensitive clit.

You whined at the added sensation as your second release was near, Butcher nearing his as his cock pulsated within your walls.

Heavy groans erupted from behind you, his fingers moving faster as he felt you clench around him. “Fuck Billy!” you cried out, your body convulsing as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. “that’s a good fuckin’ girl, cum on my cock…” he growled in your ear.

His thrusts became sloppier as he came inside you. “fuck… i can’t get over you, my sweetheart…” he praised, turning you around and bringing you in for a passionate kiss.

Pulling away from the kiss he looked you, looking in your eyes - hoping to find a glimpse of convincing you of his love.

Your eyes look at him with a neutral expression.

“As good as that was…” you giggled, moving your mouth closer to his ear.

“it’s gonna take a lot more convincing…”

[sadhours]

I loved this line from your Billyxreader “The guys a natural blonde, as his pubes prove but his brows and lashes are dark. Like God was looking out for him”

Brilliant! I love the way you write Billy. Feels so genuine 💕

That fic was totally 🥵

Aaaaaah🤯🤯 thank you so much 🙈🙈🙈

[satanz-ashes1]

TW Blood, Cleavege, and being sexy

[benhardyisdaddy]

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(i hope that whoever requested this, likes it!!! and i hope you all do too!)

WARNING: numerous mentions of violence, violence, mention of implied smut

Word Count: 4,179

Description: you are now known as eight. four can’t keep his eyes off of you as he desperately tries to figure you out.

It started out like a perfectly normal Sunday morning. You were at home with a cup of coffee in your hand while you're sat on your porch. The sun was rising and the colors in the sky were beautiful. This was your favorite thing to do on your days off. Your work schedule had been hectic, but that was your fault. Ever since your boyfriend left you, you tried to keep yourself as busy as you possibly can so you didn’t have to think about it. You consumed yourself with work and it helped, but only slightly.

At one point in your life, you were an informant for the Secret Services. You had been an orphan all of your life until one day, that changed. You were six years old when someone finally adopted you. You weren’t allowed to meet the person until you arrive at your destination - the middle of nowhere in Nevada. You weren’t adopted to be apart of a loving family, you were adopted to be groomed for the Secret Service. Your ‘father’ made it his mission to train you for anything and everything. You had to grow up too quickly. You never got a childhood as you were trained in every single class of self defense, weaponry and manipulation. They needed someone they could shape and mold into the deadliest human weapon possible - and they did. 

When you turned eighteen, you were trained in the art of seduction. You knew exactly what to say, how to act, how to read people and know exactly what they’re thinking. It truly was a special talent forced onto you and you were amazing at your job. That is, until you quit that job. You were beyond amazing at what you do - they would say the best they’ve ever had, but that wasn’t the life you wanted. You wanted a family… love. When you realize you’d never get that, you went cold. You found yourself hating your ‘father’, hating your job… Hating life. That’s why you decided to leave. Run away and hide. That is...until you were found. 

You made a life in a small boring town, with a small boring life and got with a boring guy - that is until he left. You were used to that now though. You had been on your porch and watching the colors of the sky change. You decide to get up and go get some more coffee. As you’re about to reach the door, someone behind you speaks. 

“You’re a hard one to find.” 

Suddenly, your cup is crashing to the ground as you whip around fast. You’re not even thinking as you fluently grab a man by his collar and slam him against the side of your house. You grab his arm as you hold it behind his back. He shouts in pain at the sudden attack. 

“Holy shit! I didn’t think you were that good!” he hisses with his face shoved into the wall. 

“Who the fuck are you!?” you scream. 

“I’m not here to hurt you!” the man shouts. “My name’s One and I have a proposition for you!” 

***

It took you several minutes to finally release the man. You didn’t let your guard down as it takes you less than ten seconds to evaluate him. He’s weaponless and you can tell by his body movement. He’s cautious and is more nervous of you than you are of him - as it should be. Your jaw is tensed as you stand up and tell him to sit down on the chair you were previously sat in. You listen as he explains anything and everything.

“We need someone like you.” he says once he’s finished. “I read everything there is to know about you. We need a charmer.” 

If you were anyone else, all of this would sound completely insane and terrifying, but you weren’t just anyone else. You were you and you’ve heard and seen crazier things. This actually all made sense. Something about what he was saying was pulling you in. As if everything you had trained for was for this moment. You were already alone in the world, how would faking your death make that any worse? 

“The charmer?” you ask with a raised brow. “That’s what you want to call me?” 

One just shrugs and smiles as he thinks. 

“That’s what you do, right? You charm people and get them to tell you whatever it is you want.”

You’re quiet for a moment before you step forward and change your entire mood. Your face softens and you half smile. 

“I like your eyes. My mother had the same color as you.” 

“Oh really?” he asks. “I get the color from my mother. She and my father-” 

He stops suddenly and looks up to you with a surprised face. Your eyes are narrowing as you smirk. 

“I see what you did there.” he says impressed. “You almost had me talking about my family life. That was amazing.”

“I don’t even know my mother.” you remind him with a smirk. “So... When do I become a ghost?” 

***

You faked your death and finally decided to go watch your funeral. You were shocked to find that only six people arrived. Your adopted father was there as he shed no tears. Typical emotionless SS. You stare at the man you call dad and turn around to storm away. You were done with him, with everything. Your new life was ahead of you there’s no looking back now. One was by your side the whole time until you get to headquarters. You were the last person joining the crew. They were to call you Eight. You’re holding your bags as you follow behind One and into the abandoned plane that they call home.

“Everyone,” calls out One. “I’d like to introduce you to our new ghost. Meet Eight. Eight, meet everyone.” 

All eyes are on you as you just nod your head. Your eyes scan their faces when you pause on the blonde who’s known as Four. You look away fast, but feel his eyes still on you. You look over as one of the men smirks and walks up to you. 

“One says that your some big Secret Service machine, but look at you,” Three laughs as he walks in front of you. “So tiny. What does she do? Fight flies?” 

He’s looking over at One as he laughs and everyone else rolls their eyes. You tense your jaw as your bags hit the floor and your hand grabs his wrist. You scream out as you fly forward and kick as his ankles. You bend over and fling him over your back and onto the ground with a loud thud. Everyone gasps as he coughs hard and tries to catch his breath. You stand up and act like you didn’t just do that. You bend down and grab your bags as you look over to One. 

“Where am I staying?” 

“If I show you, will you promise to never do that to me?” he asks with wide eyes. 

***

One Month Later 

You’ve gotten used to the group and understand the mission. One’s still doing some research on one specific person you’re trying to track. You’re sat on a chair as Seven and Four talk. You look out the small window and watch as One walks by. 

“What’s up with One? What’s his story? How does someone become that rich, yet be so unknown?” 

“He loves Wally the dog,” starts Four as he looks through old passports. “He loves his ‘beaver’ show. I think he’s an orphan.”

Four turns around to look at you and Seven, but his eyes stay on you. 

“Actually, we got a little bet on if you wanna put some money in.” 

“I’m an orphan.” you say with the most serious face ever. 

Four’s face drops as he looks beyond guilty and embarrassed. He sits up straighter and looks to Seven and back to you.

“Oh… I-I didn’t know. I’m sorr-”

This makes you break out into a smile as you watch Fours horrified expression. He’s confused for a moment, but finally understands. 

“I’m messing with you. I mean, I am one, but it’s no big deal.” 

You watch Fours face as he goes through several mixed emotions. This causes you to laugh lightly as he finally does the same. He shakes his head and looks down - obviously impressed by how amazing your acting had just been.

“Wow. You can laugh.” jokes Seven. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that.” 

You roll your eyes and look back down at your hands as Four speaks up. 

“I like it.” he says sweetly with his eyes on you. “Your laugh I mean.” 

You look up to him as your eyes lock. You feel your face turn red as you find yourself half smiling. You swallow hard and clear your throat as you stand up fast. The boys watch you as you find something to say. 

“I’m gonna go ask Three if he wants to practice.” you say quickly. 

You hurry out of the plane and have to catch your breath. Four looks away sadly at your leaving while Seven looks to him. 

“You like her.” he tells him. 

Fours eyes go wide as he looks to him and tries to act confused. 

“What? That’s insane.” he laughs. 

“Oh really? Ask those hearts in your eyes.” 

And with that, Seven turns around and walks out as well - leaving Four by himself with a big smile on his face. 

***

3 Weeks Later 

“This is bullshit.” you hiss as you pace by and forth. 

You and Four got stuck being the ones to stay in a hotel room and keep an eye on a man that’s staying in another hotel in front of you. You have a giant patio that looks out directly to the man’s hotel room across a tiny road. Four has binoculars over his eyes as a large radio and a device to hear far away are set up on the table next to him. 

“We should both be out doing field work too.” you say as you continue to pace. 

You act like you’re upset over that, but that’s not the main reason. You’re alone with Four in a hotel room. The man has you seeing stars every time you look at him. He messes with your head and causes you to forget what you were doing. You don’t realize that you do the same thing to him. You need to concentrate and it’s too hard to. 

“You aren’t at least a bit happy that we get to chill and get room service whenever?” he teases. 

He leans away and places the binoculars next to him. He frowns and shakes his head as he stares out the window. 

“I’m taking a break. There’s nothing to watch for. The guy’s not even there.”

He sounds frustrated as he stands up and stretches. You look away fast as he looks to you and stares. 

“You know, out of everyone here, you’re the one I can’t seem to figure out.” he says with narrowed eyes.

You swallow hard as you just shrug. You walk over to the bed and sit on the end of it. 

“Isn’t that the whole point?” you ask. “There’s a reason why One doesn’t want us to know names. We’d get attached.” 

“Bullshit.” says Four quietly as he shakes his head. “Several of us have almost died for each other. If that’s not being attached, then I don’t know what is.” 

You silently watch him as he begins pacing the room now. His hands are on his hips as he keeps speaking. 

“I know maybe two things about you. You worked for the SS and you were an orphan. That’s it. I know more about everyone else than I do you.” 

He seems almost frustrated as you stand up and narrow your eyes. 

“Why does it matter so much to you?”

He stops walking and turns to face you. His cheeks are pink as his lips are parted - deep in thought. He just shrugs as his eyes go wide slightly. 

“I mean… It-it doesn’t matter. I just…” 

He continues speaking almost gibberish as you slowly walk up to him and find yourself only inches away. Four straightens himself up and stares into your eyes as he goes serious. You raise a brow and look to his lips, then back to his eyes. 

“Do you want to kiss me?” you ask fast, catching him off guard. 

You already knew the answer. You know how to watch for signs and Four was definitely letting off signs that he wanted you. You’ve known that from the moment you met him. It wasn’t a secret. You’re just better at hiding your feelings. 

“What?” he whispers. “Um, I don’t kn… I don’t know-” 

Before his can fully answer, you lunge forward and land your lips on his. Four gasps slightly at your sudden actions, but quickly goes along with it. The kiss is hot and fast as your hands travel up and down each others bodies. Four cups your face with his hands and begins slowly walking towards the bed. The back of your legs hit it as you fall onto your back. He’s looking down at you with hunger in his eyes. 

“How did you know I wanted to kiss you?” he asks. 

Suddenly, he leans forward and grabs your hips as he harshly flips you over on your stomach. You moan as he leans forward and presses his chest with your back. He kisses your neck and shoulder as your eyes flutter closed. 

���I’m just really good at my job.” you tease, causing Four to almost growl in your ear. 

He leans away and flips you back over. He kisses down your neck and slowly trails down your chest. 

“Wait,” he says out of breath as he looks up to you. “Can I know your name?” 

You tense your jaw as you smirk down to him. 

“Maybe one day.” you whisper. 

Four watches you with dark eyes as he shakes his head and laughs. He goes back to kissing you as he slowly makes his way down in between your thighs. Your eyes squeeze closed as your back arches up from the bed. Man, did you love being right. 

***

Several months have passed as you all are still on the hunt for the man One wants to find. You all got word that he’s walking around an outside town plaza that’s filled with shops and people. You’ve partnered with Three as the two of you keep your eye out for the man. 

“Remember what he looks like?” he asks you quietly. 

You both have large sunglasses on as you peer around secretly. 

“Yep.” you tell him when you spot Four on the other side of the road. 

He’s watching you and gives you a small wink. You fight back a smile as you lightly shake your head and look away. The two of you have secretly had a fling ever since the night in the hotel. Nobody knows about it and you want it to stay that way. 

“Eight!” harshly whispers Three as his eyes spot something about five shops away. 

You look over fast and freeze. The man you’re trying to locate has been spotted, but he’s surrounded by three men in black outfits. 

“We have eyes on him.” you say low into your headpiece. 

“Don’t let him leave your sight!” shouts One through your ear. 

“Copy.” is all you say back. 

Suddenly, the man turns his head and he locks onto you. He narrows his eyes as he concentrates. Your heart almost stops beating as his face falls. All of you had almost gotten him a few weeks ago, but the mission was a bust. You did your part perfectly as you seduced him back to his room. It was the rest of the crew that had messed up. You had a knife to your throat, but luckily you knew how to fight your way out of that. He got away, but not for long.

You know for a fact that he’s recognized you. You’re panicking as Three walks beside you and looks around fast. Four realizes that you’ve been compromised as he begins to freak out. 

“He spots them!” he hisses into the earpiece. “He sees them!” 

Three grabs your wrist and forces you to look at him. The man and his small army begin walking your way as his eyes were still glued to you. You stare at Three as you begin to rub his arm and laugh as if he’s said something funny. He looks at you confused until he understands. He joins in as the man gets closer. You swallow hard just as he whispers to you. 

“Go along with me.” 

You’re confused as he grabs your face and begins kissing you like crazy. You’re taken aback, but finally go with it. You grab at his face as you speed up the kiss. His hands are flying all over your body as you try to hide both of your faces. Four is watching you two with wide eyes and a jealous heart. He tenses his jaw and absolutely hates watching another man touch you like he does. The two of you continue when you hear One pop up on your earpiece. 

“What in god's name is that noise?” he asks. “Is… Is someone kissing!?” 

Four clears his throat as he watches the man look at you two and quietly pass by with no interruptions. When it’s all clear, you shove Three away and wipe your mouth off. You’re breathing hard as you look for the man and spot him rounding the corner. 

“Let’s go.” you say as you look to Four. 

He’s watching you closely and raises a brow. You give him a sympathetic smile and shrug. You all begin to slowly make your way closer to the man. Three’s behind you as you slowly round the corner by yourself. Just as you do, there are screams all around as everyone begins running away. Four doesn’t understand what’s happening as he sprints to find you. He rounds the corner and stops. The man has you with his arm around your chest and a gun to your head. You’re remaining calm, but Four can see the terror in your eyes. The rest of the three men all have their guns drawn and pointed at Four and Three. 

“Let her go!” shouts Four loudly. 

His face was red with anger as he balls his hands into fists at his side. The man just laughs as he jerks you around with him. His squeeze tightens as you gasp. You can’t look away from Four as he stares at you. 

“You think the two of you can take out the four of us!?” he laughs. 

Suddenly, in less than two seconds, a quiet bullet flies through the air and in one quick motion - pierces all three of the men in the head. They happened to be in a perfect row as Seven fired. Three birds with one bullet. They fall to the ground as everyone flinches. The man looks at the dead men and now he’s the one with fear in his eyes. He looks back to Four and Three as he pushes the gun even harder against your head. 

“I’ll kill her!” he screams. 

All of a sudden, the man goes still as he thinks. He tenses his jaw and suddenly lets out a loud shout. 

“You’re going to kill me anyways!” he screams. 

He then grabs your neck and turns you around to face him. He’s squeezing tight as he flings you to the ground and you hit your back harshly. All of the wind is knocked out of you as you gasp. You hear Four screaming something when a loud bang is heard. It’s as if everything went in slow motion. The bullet ripped through the air and hit you in the shoulder. You were in complete shock as the pain hadn’t hit you yet. 

Just as the man pulled his trigger, he was down on the ground in a matter of seconds. Your vision became blurry as you look around and see doubles of everything. Four is down at your side as he holds your head and tries talking to you. He’s crying hard as he shakes his head no repeatedly. Three is next to you as he presses down on the wound to stop the bleeding. 

“Eight’s been shot!” he screams. “She’s been shot! We need Five!” 

“Stay with us! You’re going to be okay! Don’t close your eyes!” 

You were losing a lot of blood and you knew it. Your head was light and there was a light ring in your ears. You listen as others from the group finally show up and rushed to help. 

“Please don’t leave me!” Four begs with a harsh whisper. 

You flutter your eyes and slowly open to look at him once more. He’s watching you as you slightly smile and then wince from the pain. Five was trying to get the bullet out as fast as she can. You ignore it as you look back to him. 

“Y/n,” you say quietly. 

Fours face drops as more tears rush down his cheeks. 

“What?” he asks shocked. 

“You said we’ve all almost died for each other and you don’t even know our names. It’s y/n.”

Four finally understands as his face scrunches up and turns red as another wave of tears hits him hard. His breathing is hitched as he runs his hand against your cheek and smiles - his chin quivering. 

“That’s a beautiful name.” he whispers. “I’m Billy.” 

You smile more as your eyes flutter closed and your hand cups his face gently. 

“Bill…” you trail off as sleep starts to hit you. “Billy…” you barely whisper. 

Your hand falls to your side as Billy’s eyes go wide. He grabs your face and tries to wake you back up. 

“Y/n?! Wake up, y/n!? Please wake up! Don’t leave me!” 

He’s screaming loudly as Seven walks up and tries to pull him back. He’s fighting against him as he watches your lifeless body just laying there. 

“Give me room!” shouts Five as she tries to still remove the bullet. 

“I didn’t get to tell her!” Billy cries out. “I need to tell her!” 

Seven grabs Billy’s shoulder and turns him around to look at him. He lowers his head and looks him in the eye. 

“She loves you too, man.” he says quietly, causing Billy to go still. 

Seven must have known all along and never said a word. Billy’s heart breaks as he continues to look at him in shock. 

“She loves you too.” 

Billy is silent as Seven brings him in for a hug. Seven was right, you loved him too.

***

2 Days Later

“Mmm,” you groan in your sleep as your eyes squeeze together.

You move your head around as someone begins yelling out for Five. 

“She’s waking up! She’s waking up!” 

You take in a deep breath as your eyes flutter open, but fall closed again. You groan some more when you hear voices surrounding you. 

“Eight?” Five asks with a slow tone of voice. “Eight? If you can hear us, try to open your eyes.” 

You do hear her. Your eyes flutter open once more and this time they stay half open. You’re peeking out as you spot a blurry version of Five, Billy and Three. They’re all staring at you with worried expressions. Your eyes scan to Billy as they slowly close once more. This time, a smirk fills your face. 

“You look nothing like a Billy.” you barely whisper, causing him to laugh loudly. 

He was beyond happy that you’re awake and okay. Tears are in his eyes as he smiles huge, as does everyone else. He kneels next to your bed as his hand gently runs through your hair. 

“I was so worried about you.” he whispers. 

You open your eyes and half smile at his soft expression. 

“Is it because you like me?” you tease as you slightly laugh, your eyes closing once more. 

Billy’s quiet for a moment as he leans forward more and gently runs his fingers over your cheek. 

“It’s the other ‘L’ word… actually.” he whispers for only you to hear. 

You’re taken aback as you look to him fast. Your face is serious, but turns into a small smile. You move your hand over as you grab his. He lightly gives it a squeeze as he brings it up to his mouth and kisses it. 

“I… I ‘L’ you too.” you tease with a smirk. 

Billy looks beyond thrilled that you had just said it back to him. He can’t stop smiling as he bends down and softly kisses you. 

The girl who wanted a family, finally did. The girl who wanted to be needed, finally is. The girl who wanted to be loved, finally was.

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[haileygarciasunshine]

Good in every bad

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warning: fighting, swearing, angst, fluff

Word count: 1,881

Summary: Y/N has knack, for seeing the good in everyone. After the events at Star court, Y/N, is convinced that there is good in Billy, now she just needs to prove it to her friends.

“Why do you always do this? How are you always seeing the good in people?”

Glaring at Steve you defended Billy, “I saw the good in you didn’t I?”

Both you and Steve were walking side by side, into the school.

Scoffing, he got defensive, “Yeah but I’m different!”

Rolling your eyes, at your best friend, you tried again, “How are you different? You were King Steve. Remember when you broke Jonathon’s camera?”

“Yeah, but I bought him a new one.”

“You did or Nancy did?”

“Nan- Hey! That’s not fair!”

“All’s fair, in love and war Steve.”

“Whatever.”

You had won the argument for the time being, but that didn’t mean that Steve would just drop the subject either.

“Why are you so hell bent, that Hargrove is a good guy anyways?”

Finally, arriving at your lockers, you groan at him as you opened your locker, “Steve.” Sighing in frustration, you knew he wasn’t going to let it go unless he got a satisfactory answer, “Because we’re all different people after what happened, and you know it. He could’ve had a hard home life. None of us know. Besides, we all gave chances, after the stunts you pulled.”

Steve let out a frustrated sound, “Yeah but....”

“But nothing Steve.” You hissed back at him in annoyance, “He hasn’t done anything since this summer, that otherwise contradicts my argument that he’s changed.”

“Hey, guys.” Jonathon and Nancy came up standing next to either of you. Robin shortly joined there after.

“Don’t even get them started, Nance.” Jonathon groaned rolling his eyes.

“They’re still having the same argument?”  Jonathon didn’t bother answering Nancy, before she piped in, “I agree with, Y/N.”

“I agree with, Y/N too dingus.”

Both Nancy and Robin agreeing with you caught everyone off guard, including you. After the initial shock, you smiled, and side hugged both of them.

“See. Even Nancy and Robin agree.”

 “Fine, let’s do this the party way. Majority rules.” Steve tried, “Who votes Billy has changed, and should be invited to the group?”

You, Nancy and Robin, nodded your heads. There was a loud sigh coming from Jonathon, before he nodded as well.

“Fuck. Seriously Jonathon? You were supposed to be on my side here.” Steve hissed in disbelief.

“I mean, Y/N, does have a point. We did give you a few chances.”

“God damn it, I will never live that down will I?” Steve suddenly commented with a hint of anger in his voice, “Fine, but I’m not going to be best friends with the guy.” Steve hissed, caving. 

Squealing in excitement, you threw your arms around Steve’s neck and gave him a bone crushing hug. After you pulled away, and returned to your previous position, standing next to Nancy, Steve said, “Besides, the guy probably won’t want to be friends with us.” You gave Steve, a death glare in response.

A few days passed since, the argument you had with Steve. You were too nervous to actually approach Billy, and ask if he wanted to be friends. Maybe you saw the good in everyone, but that didn’t mean that you had to be extroverted, and outgoing.

Thankfully, Max had invited Billy, to go to the newly, built movie theater with the party. Everyone was a bit hesitant to go to the theater, since the last time was at the now rebuilt mall, that everyone in the group happily, avoided.  

Everyone, agreed to see ‘Sixteen candles,’ even though pretty much all the boys in the group were against it, and didn’t want to see a ‘Chick Flick,’ movie. But they quickly stopped their protests after all the girls in the group reminded them that they always got to pick what the group did as a whole.

Max quickly pulled Billy along with a hushed, “Come on. It’ll be fine.”

Turning to greet Max, she wrapped her arms around you, before excitedly, bounding off to find Eleven. It wasn’t hard to pick up on Billy feeling out of place, his glances were around the room, all the while, he was shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Going up to him you greeted him, “Hey, I’m Y/N.” You said offering him a sweet smile, while holding your hand out for him to shake.

He gladly, accepted your hand along with your kindness, before saying, “I know. We, uh. We go to the same school. I’m Billy.”

Chuckling softly you responded, “I know.” Giving him your innocently sweet smile. 

After, the group had accepted him hanging out with them at the movies, they had begun to invite him to hangout with group more often, Billy had gladly excepted the invitation.

Max was constantly, going on about how much Billy had changed even more, since this past summer. You had to agree with her, he had started becoming a lot kinder, and softer towards the party members, and had even begun smiling more often. He usually, didn’t talk with the group at school unless it was necessary, but one day that changed.

“Hey, Y/N.”

Turning in the direction of the husky voice, you were greeted by Billy, pulling you in for a hug.

“Oh, Hey Billy.”

He had caught you by surprise, talking to you and giving you a hug. Turning back to your locker, you gathered the books you would need for the rest of the day.

“Are you going to that weird dance thing that’s in Spring?”

You snorted before responding, “You mean Prom?” Light laughter flew from your lips, “I would like to, but I don’t know. Are you going to go to Prom?”

“Maybe.” He said nonchalantly, while shrugging his shoulders. 

Placing a hand over your heart, you turned towards the man that was towering over you, “What? Billy Hargove, might go to... Dare I say it? Prom?” Your voice came out in a teasing manner, but you were ultimately, shocked that he was possibly interested in going to a school function, that he normally wouldn’t be caught dead at. 

Both you and Billy shared classes together, that just so happened to be the rest of your day. He wouldn’t venture too far from you in the hallways during passing time, nor would he sit away from you in the rest of the classes.

Just as you were exchanging, books you would need to do homework for the weekend, Billy’s voice called you, “Y/N!”

“What’s up, Hargrove?” You asked as you put your bag on your shoulder, turning towards the doors to leave the building.

“Mind if I drive you home?”

Stopping in your tracks, you turned and gave him a suspicious look, “Alright....” You were hesitant, “But keep your hands were I can see them, at all times.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Max climbed in the backseat, but was pleasantly surprised, to see that you were sitting in the front seat, verses another anonymous face. 

“Y/N!” She yelled happily, throwing her arms around you where she could reach.

Chuckling at her excitement, you greeted her, “Hey Kiddo.”

“Long time no see.” She joked.

“Seriously! What’s it been, like twenty hours?” You laughed together. 

Pulling into the Palace Arcade parking lot, he got out to let Max out. 

“Be safe.” He yelled towards her.

“I always am!” She replied. 

“She’s a good kid, you know?” 

“I know she is.”

Over the next two months, you and Billy had grown close. So close, in fact, you had developed feelings for him. The only other person that knew, was Eleven. She often tried to give you advice but you never acted upon it, nor did you act upon your feelings for him.

Today, you were late getting to school, you had a car however it was a piece of shit, junk car. It barely got you from point A to point B. You had just gotten it back, from the auto body shop. It wasn’t until on your way to school, that one of the tires became flat. Thankfully, Hopper was able to come and get you to take you to school. Once, you walked in, you were greeted with a nauseating, sight.

Tina, was flirting with Billy. This made you groan outwardly, instead of in your head. Once you realized what had happened, you quickly, took off down the hall towards your locker. But not before hearing Tina say, “So Prom.... We should go together.” Jealousy, was coursing throughout your body. 

As soon as Billy heard the doors open, signalling that someone had come late to school, he was surprised to be met with you face, that last person he had expected to be late. Before the events of this past summer, Billy had noticed you. You were like a ray of sunshine, to everyone around you. Not only, were you someone who was kind to everyone, but you were smart. You never took anyone’s bullshit no matter how hard they tried. Over the little time, that he’s been in Hawkins, he finally figured out, why everyone gravitated towards you. You were someone, that made everyone feel like a somebody.

 He started to have feelings for you, back when he first moved here from California, but he wouldn’t admit that out loud. Billy knew you like the back of his hand. He was always protecting you from afar even before you were friends. That’s why he immediately shot Tina down, when she brought up going to prom together. If he was going to go to Prom, he was going to go with you. 

A few days passed, since Tina’s flirting with Billy. It was hard, trying to avoid him, but luck was on your side, since the school had one of those, three day weekends scheduled, for this week. Hopper was able to fix your flat tire, and get the guys at the station to drop off your car at the school, so you wouldn’t have to be waiting around for a ride from one of your friends. 

Once, the last bell sounded, you quickly made your way to your locker, before practically running out of the school doors. It took a minute, to find where the men had parked your car. Thankfully, it wasn’t too far from where you were currently standing. As you go to your car, you could feel someone’s presence. 

Turning around you were met with a strong chest, almost falling over, if a pair of stable arms hadn’t caught you. Looking up at him, his blue eyes, were twinkling, in a mesmerizing way. 

“Are you okay?”

It took you a second before realizing, he had said something, “Huh? Oh. Yeah. Fine. Thanks.”

You raised your gaze from his piercing stare, and watched your fellow classmates, file out of the school building. Realizing, he still had his arms wrapped around you, you tried to take a step back, only to be pulled back to your original spot. 

“Talk to me kid. What’s going through that pretty little head of yours.” He stopped short of sounding like he was begging. He was overwhelmed with worry, that he would lose you.

Silence.

“Please.” He pleaded softly, “Please don’t push me away.”

“I have to go.”

He nodded understanding that he had to let you go, he unwrapped himself from you, allowing you to go. Hoping that you wouldn’t shut him out.

[the-beskar-alchemist]

Camaro Headcanons Pt. 4!

Good evening! Is anyone else excited for Halloween? What costume do you plan to wear? <3

Here’s another set of headcanons for your fanfic pleasure, and of course the usual sidenote about the car:

*** PLEASE NOTE: According to my research Billy's car is a '79 LT (luxury touring), however the body style is also consistent with the '81 Z28.  Honestly any self-respecting vintage car fan will tell you that you can have a classic car that is actually a hybrid of two different model years, so you can go either way, it'll still fit into the timeline of the overall plot ***

Happy Writing!

21) Post-mall battle has left Billy weary of working at the pool again so he decides to take a job at a local auto parts store to earn money, plus he gets a discount on parts he needs to fix up the car. Steve comes in to visit and pretends to need help with searching for a part but really he just wants to flirt with Billy while he's wearing his smock.

22) Billy's car is impounded/towed for some reason, this could go a handful of ways a) Hopper helps him get the car back, b) Hopper wants Billy to learn a "lesson" about whatever it is that he's done to lose his car so he decides to leave it there, c) Billy tries to steal the car back (with or without help.....but it would be funnier with Steve), or d) Steve uses his money to release the car but Billy can't pay him back so they come to......some other arrangement.

23) Billy has to pick a drunken Steve up one night, Billy's all serious while Steve is cracking jokes, but eventually Steve throws up either in the car or over the side of the door while leaning out the window.  Billy wasn't thrilled.

24) I'm pro-Harringrove but I feel like it would be a cheap shot to the BillyxReader fans to not include a scenario where Billy's SO is in labor, they can't make it to the hospital in time, so Billy has to deliver his child in the backseat of the car on the side of the road somewhere.

25) Based on an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond: Instead of BillyXReader where the SO is in labor, why not Billy driving Nancy/Johnathan to the hospital, Nancy is in labor, but she's not going to make it to the hospital, so Billy has to help Johnathan deliver his baby in the car. Nancy tells Johnathan she "needs her music", so he starts singing to her meanwhile Billy is trying not to think about the fact that he's seeing more of Nancy than he ever wanted in his entire LIFE.

26) Billy and Steve will team up to fight monsters now and then, being careful as to cover their tracks from the general public. One night they kill a demidog and have to hide it in the trunk of Billy's car, but things start to go south when Billy gets pulled over and the cop insists on searching the car having already familiarized himself with Billy's record.

27) Billy hates chauffeuring people (except for Joyce) but he makes an exception for El, he's even willing to put up with all of her questions during the ride........until the moment he gets snippy about it and El decides to take control of the car with her powers.

28) Moder!AU Harringrove where Steve tries to convince Billy to see the new live-action Lion King movie.  Steve's methods of persuasion include the classic Elton John version of "Can You Feel The Love Tonight?", which he uses to serenade Billy with in the car.

29) Everyone is always talking about Steve stealing Billy's sweatshirts/sweaters, but I'm more of a fan of the headcanon that Steve is the ONLY person that can steal Billy's BAND shirts.....and that Billy keeps at least one spare in the trunk of his car, as well as an extra pair of shoes, pants, socks, and jean jacket......just in case.

30) At some point Billy decides to enter the Camaro into a car show, not because he wants the prize money (although he's not shy about it) but because he wants to see if other people see his car the way he does. His heart would swell with pride every time someone compliments the paint-job, the body-style (but more importantly the engine), it's the closest he'll ever get to the coveted "Dad Approved!" stamp he's always wanted. Neil wasn't one to compliment on Billy's ability to not only make the Camaro run efficiently (honestly he only commented if the car inconvenienced him somehow...), but that he made the car look good by waxing/washing. Billy took good care of his mean machine and he wanted SOMEONE to acknowledge it. He doesn't let on about this little outing of his (it takes place in a different town so no one will find out), but eventually Steve puts it all together and decides to surprise Billy at one of the shows........and acts like a total cheerleader, showing off Billy's car, loudly exclaiming how great it is (even though his knowledge of cars is minimal at best) he just wants the world to see how great a job Billy has done.

[shestrying2write]

Teaching you to drive

Word count: 802

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Authors note: This is my first ever Drabble. I’ve wanted to start writing for so long so here’s some soft-ish Billy for you.

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The first time you had been behind the wheel of his precious blue Camaro, had been after a rager. Billy had gotten so badly drunk that he could barely speak. He of course would never admit to being wasted. “I’m fine babe” he’d slur in your direction as you struggled to walk him to his car. “I can drive myself home” he muttered as his eyes slowly began closing on the walk to his car. 

You had managed to finally get him in the car and grab the keys from his front jean pocket. You turned to look at your boyfriend in the passenger seat and he was snoring, cheek against the glass and legs wide open. You put the seat belt over his body and then you buckled yours. You turned the car on and took a deep breath. “I can do this” you whispered to yourself. 

You put the car in gear and felt it jolt forward. You looked over and Billy was still snoring. It had taken what felt like hours, but in reality was twenty minutes, to get him to your house. There was only a minor dent in the car from you trying to turn into your driveway and accidentally getting a little too close to your mailbox. However, what you called a success Billy called a crime against his baby. After that night, he vowed he would teach you to drive. 

That’s how you ended up here, in his precious baby, with Billy yelling for you to stop. You hit the brakes as fast as you could and watched as he slid forward, hand clutching on to his seat belt. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry” you kept chanting as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. Billy truly tried to remain calm, he didn’t know if he was more worried about you getting hurt or his car. He let out a frustrated groan and then looked at you “it’s fine” he said through his teeth. “Just— go slowly” and you tried your hardest to obey what he said. 

It took some weeks before you were driving at a comfortable speed, without Billy basically crying with fear. Every time you’d finish a lesson, he’d make sure to praise you. He’d hug you tightly and then thank god that it was over. He wasn’t a bad teacher, he was just an easily frustrated one. Once he thought you were ready he took you to take your test. “I can’t do this” you wiped your hands on your pants for the hundredth time. Your palms were sweaty and your leg couldn’t stop shaking as you sat there waiting for your name to be called. “Hey, hey look at me” Billy placed his hand under your chin pulling your face softly to look at him “You got this princess. We’ve practiced, I even let you drive the camaro every now and then. Do you think I would do that if I didn’t think you were ready?” Billy could be so sweet when he wanted to be. Under that hard player exterior was a huge teddy bear that just craved closeness. “Y/N” a deep voice called. “She’s here! And she’s gonna MAKE THIS TEST HER BITCH” Billy would yell as your cheeks got bright red. You’d stand and go to take your test. 

You came out 25 minutes later and looked at your feet as you solemnly made your way to Billy. He’d immediately walked over to you and wrapped his arms tightly around your torso, “It’s okay. You can take it again. That dumbass instructor probably can’t even drive right. Screw him princess. We’ll try again” he’d go off on a rant trying to soothe you thinking you failed. “I passed” you mumble into his shirt. He’d hold you at arms length and stare at you with wide eyes “you what?” He asked skeptically. 

 “I passed” you shrug your shoulders nonchalantly. Billy’s face broke into a smile and he lifted you by the waist, spinning you around.

 “I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!” He’d yell into your neck as he began peppering kisses all over your neck and face. “We have to celebrate” he’d suddenly realize. 

“What did you have in mind?” You’d ask with a soft smile as you both made your way to his car. 

 “I think you know exactly what I have in mind,” he said with a smirk as he tossed you his keys and got into the car. As you drove back home in his camaro he wouldn’t stop smiling at you and yelling “MY GIRLFRIEND PASSED HER EXAM WOOOOOO” out the window. Your cheeks would stay a permanent shade of red, but you’d look over and smile because Billy may be a big loud idiot, but he was your big loud idiot. 

[danyka-fendyr]

Remind Me: Part 1

Okay so @dreamwritesimagines wanted this and I can generally be counted on to give her whatever her heart desires so here I am posting this a day early without editing. What can I say? It’s 2 AM and I have school in the morning I can edit later. Most of my energy is going into As the Raven Flies right now, so do not expect regular updates on this story because I am the worst. Anyway, the concept for this is basically what if instead of Billy getting his face slashed up and his memory wiped, something happened to Skittles and she got her memory wiped? So in this story Billy didn’t do anything to Frank’s family and none of the scars or memory erasure occurred. It is of course based off of Dream’s lovely Once a Year fic. I hope it uhh...doesn’t suck.

Your head hurt. It hurt a lot, actually. Damn, why did it hurt this bad?

As you came to, you realized that couldn’t be right. In fact, the more you thought about it, something seemed very, very wrong. Now...if only you could put your finger on what it was. Wait….that was it! You couldn’t put your finger on what it was because you couldn’t put your finger on anything!

Oh no.

You opened your eyes, squinting against the blinding white of the hospital lights. Hospital. You were in a hospital. Okay, you could still remember that much. Now if only you could remember your name.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, your eyes adjusted, and the man sitting by your bedside jumped. As in, actually jumped, then fell out of his chair, then scrambled back to his feet before hugging you very, very gently.

“Skittles,” he breathed. “I thought I lost you.”

“Dude…” You start speaking slowly, mouth dry. “I’m not a candy?”

He laughed, pulling back from the hug. “Of course you’re not.”

You stared. “I think you might have me confused with someone else.”

“Pretty sure I don’t. Something wrong, Skittles?” His eyebrows furrowed in concern.

You had to admit it to yourself. You had no idea who this stranger was, but he was a handsome stranger indeed. Tall, with dark hair and concerned brown eyes, the concern in them deepening the longer you stared at him like you had no clue who he was.

“I don’t know you.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

The handsome man’s face crumpled, and he looked terrified. “Skittles, stop playing with me. It’s not funny.”

“It’s not very funny for me either. I don’t know you. I don’t even know what my own name is. I sure hope it isn’t Skittles though.”

The man called a doctor, watching her with wide eyes. Thus ensued a long series of tests that you definitely did not want to take. There were MRI’s and CAT scans and all sorts of other unpleasant things, none of which you signed up for. Whoever this guy was, he must have had money, judging by the sway he had over the doctors. Did that mean you had money? That would be nice, you had to admit.

The doctors asked you all sorts of questions, like what the last thing you remembered was. Truthfully, there wasn’t much of a last thing to remember. It was something fuzzy around 8. Last time you checked, you were just an orphan with a penchant for Skittles. You did remember something about those. They were your favorite, you were pretty sure.

Eventually, it was just you and the man again.

“I guess I should introduce myself, huh?” He sounded heartbroken. You kind of felt bad for the guy. “I’m Billy. Billy Russo. We were best friends.”

“Oh. Darn it.”

“What?” He looked even more scared than before.

“I was hoping we were a little more than friends. You’re sort of hot, you know?” What? You had nothing to lose at this point, right?

He started laughing. A deep belly laugh, full and happy. It was the happiest you had seen him since meeting.

“Oh, you always were a wild one Skittles.”

“So how long have you known me for then?”

“Since you were about 5? It’s been a while.”

“Oh, so you friendzoned me.”

He laughed again, which was exactly what you had been going for. You smiled at the sound. Something about it felt right.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“So you’re the authority on me, huh? It looks like I’ll have to be doing some studying.” You frowned slightly, and his beautiful face mirrored yours.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you back to being the authority on you in no time at all.”

You tried to smile at him, but it came up looking like more of a grimace.

“So...what was I like?”

He sat down on the edge of the hospital bed, palms face down on the blanket. “Amazing. You’re funny and fierce and stupid and my best friend.”

You couldn’t help smiling at the look on his face. He seemed to light up just talking about you, and it took your breath away.

“Was I really that great?” You asked, breathless.

“Better, Skittles. Better.”

You blushed softly. Thankfully, a doctor came in to save you. They said something about head trauma and your memories before asking you a few questions. Long story short, something smacked your noggin’ real good and knocked a few memories clean out of there. Most of it was lost on you until they informed both you and Billy that you would be staying in the hospital overnight for observation.

You shivered as they left. “I hate hospitals.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll stay with you. I mean...if you would want that.” He looked lost.

You thought for a moment. You didn’t really know this man but...for some reason you trusted him. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”

“So…” You both sat there awkwardly in silence. “What’s the last thing you remember? Oh, shoot, I’m sorry. You already told the doc you don’t remember anything.”

“Well...there is one thing I kind of remember but I’m not sure it’s important.”

“What is it?” Billy was watching you intently now, and you wanted to squirm under his gaze.

“Umm...something about mermaids. Just something about mermaids, and then I think something hit me.”

“Wait, mermaids?” That seemed to have gotten his attention. Did this dude have a thing for mermaids or something?

Suddenly, he was all in your face, sitting up ramrod straight. You had the sense that for some reason, your nonsensical last thought meant something to him. Now if only you could remember what.

“Does that mean something to you?” You asked, confused and admittedly a little afraid.

He started to calm down, seeing your fear. “Yeah. Yeah we uh, we had a code. If you were ever in trouble-like, serious, afraid for your life trouble-you were supposed to call me and say, mermaid. That was the codeword. Mermaid.”

“Mermaid?” That was weird.

“Yeah. It goes back to something that happened when we were kids.”

You nodded slowly. You supposed it made sense that your codeword wouldn’t make sense. Not without the proper context and memories, which you were lacking on.

“So wait...if that was the last thing I was thinking about, wouldn’t that mean…”

“What happened to you wasn’t an accident like the doctors have been saying it is.”

Billy didn’t look surprised. Just angry. Frighteningly angry, and suddenly, you felt like you had a chillingly good look at who the man really was. The look in his eyes made it clear he would go to the ends of the Earth to rip whoever hurt you into a million different parts, to pull their limbs off piece by piece and break their soul apart between his bloodied hands after. But somehow...you weren’t afraid. Something in you said that this was Billy, your Billy, and he would never do that to you. He would protect you. Always.

Instinctually, you reached out to hold his shaking hand. He looked down at it, as if just now realizing his rage had moved him, physically.

“I’m going to find out who did this to you, Skittles. I’m going to find them, and I am going to make them pay.”

“I know, Billy,” You said. “I know.”

[1-800-imagines]

Billy Hargrove Fluff

You laid in your bed with Billy’s arms around you. Your head was on his chest, “Billy?” You said softly.

“Yeah babe?” He brushed your hair back with his hand then it fell to your bare back.

“Thank you for loving me.” You sighed; you were diagnosed with depression and anxiety, but Billy loved you nonetheless.

“Hey, I’m a shit head and you love me. You put up with me. You’ve bettered me. You are my angel sent from above who has changed me. I love you sweetheart.” And with that you knew everything would be okay.

He kissed your forehead and you drifted off into the land of dreams.

[madneedshelp]

A BillyxReader oneshot inspired by the song "cigarette daydreams - cage the elephant" would be interesting ^^

Cigarette Daydreams - Billy Hargrove x Reader

Ask and you shall receive! I love this idea, that song is so Billy coded imo. Also, sorry this is very late, my last week was insane lol

Summary: You weren’t sure why you were so drawn to the broken boy that hid behind the cold exterior, but you found yourself wanting nothing more than to be his safe place.

Warnings: allusions to abuse, nondetailed descriptions of injury, smoking, language, angsty

Billy didn’t really date. It wasn’t that it never happened, it was just a rarity. That was something you knew going into the relationship. You weren’t sure at first of why he didn’t love commitment, but the reasons seemed to reveal themselves to you over time.

You and Billy had been together for a few months when you figured out his dad hit him. You showed up to his house one night, a thing you did often, just in time to see Neil storm out the door and speed off in his car. Susan and Max weren’t far behind him, another thing that happened often. You knew Neil had a temper, and there had been a few times when Susan and Max had gone out by themselves to let him cool down.

Noticing you standing there, mildly alarmed, Susan gave you a nervous and obviously fake smile. “Billy’s inside in his room, dear.”

You gave her a quick ‘thank you’ and headed for your boyfriend. Looking back on it, you wondered if Susan directed you inside because she wanted you to find out somehow, but was too scared to openly seek someone out. Even though you were a teenager and that wasn’t something you were really capable of changing, maybe that was just her only idea. Regardless, you were grateful that she told you.

The house was silent once you entered. That was odd. Billy usually had music going when everyone left. It must have been a bad fight, you figured. You had no idea the extent of it.

“Billy?” You lightly knocked on his bedroom door.

You waited a moment and got no response. Susan just said he was home. Maybe he snuck out the window? Your curiosity got the better of you and you slowly peeked inside the room.

Your heart dropped to your stomach in an instant.

Your boyfriend was sitting on the ground, leaning against his bedpost with silent tears staining his cheeks. The area surrounding his eye was a nasty red that told you it would soon turn to a black eye. What really got to you was the empty, tortured look in his eyes.

“Oh my God! What the fuck did he do to you? Are you alright?” You flew over to him in a frenzy, tears forming in your eyes.

He immediately fell into a rage when you hurried inside. “Get the fuck out, Y/N! This isn’t your goddamn business!”

He stood up and started towards you. You could tell he was trying to intimidate you as he took steps forward to make you step back. He was trying to essentially corner you out the door.

You may not have been with him long, but you knew when he wasn’t in the mood to talk. Instead of standing there to start a fight with him, you turned and headed for the kitchen.

He must’ve thought you really were leaving because he didn’t try to follow. You quietly opened the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen veggies and took them back to the bedroom.

“I fucking told you to leave!” Billy shouted as you entered again.

You stared him dead in the eyes and kept your face calm. “This is for your eye. I’m gonna need you to hold it on there and tell me what happened.”

And eventually he did. The stories of abuse filtered out over the course of the next hour or so. You felt your heart aching for him.

He’d been so alone. His mom had left him when he was so young, and Neil chose to take his anger out on his son. No one knew, and if they did, no one cared to step in.

“Can you come stay with me?” You asked quietly, your head leaned against his shoulder as the two of you lay in bed.

He let out a bitter chuckle. “You think your parents would let me move in? You think Neil wouldn’t kill me if he found out I tried to leave?”

Tears stung your eyes so badly, but you didn’t want to be the one to cry right now. You wanted to be strong and stable and comforting for Billy.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But you can’t keep living like this, Billy. Maybe we could go to the police?”

“We can’t tell the fucking cops! You think they won’t say anything besides that I can’t defend myself?” Billy scoffed.

You hated that he was probably right about that too. “Well could you go stay at a motel or with a friend?”

“With what money? And fuck no, he’d find me anyway. Listen, just stop trying to fix it, okay? This is just how it is.”

You wanted to yell at him that it shouldn’t have to be like this. You wanted to give Neil absolute hell. Honestly, you wanted to do way worse to Neil, but you knew that taking out this rage wouldn’t solve anything.

“Billy, please promise me that you’ll tell me if he does it again. Promise me that you’ll come over or call me if it gets really bad again.” You murmured as you subconsciously snuggled closer into him.

“I promise.”

———————

He kept his promise.

One night, several weeks later, you got a phone call just after 9 at night.

“Hello?” You looked around for your parents as you stood by the landline, in case the call was for them.

“Can I come pick you up?”

You recognized Billy’s voice immediately. The tiredness that seeped into his tone. The pained rasp.

“I’ll be outside waiting.” You whispered back in an instant.

He hung up the phone, and you hurried back to find your parents. Somehow, you managed to convince them that your friend was coming to pick you up because she got dumped and needed you to come over.

As soon as you heard the screech of tires, you headed for the Camaro. It worried you how fast he drove normally, but it was dark and raining and he looked visibly upset, which didn’t make you feel any calmer.

He didn’t say anything as you climbed inside, he just drove. You tried not to stare at the cuts on his arm, but he noticed anyway.

“Fucker threw some plates at me,” was the only explanation he gave you.

He ended up driving to the now empty parking lot of the grocery store. He skidded to a stop in the very back and turned off the car with a huff.

“Do you want to talk?” You looked over at him. When he didn’t say anything, you kept going. “I mean, we don’t have to talk. I just want you to know you can talk if you want to.”

When you paused, he met your eyes briefly and then shook his head. “Don’t fucking look at me like that,” He muttered as he slung open the car door and stepped outside.

God you really didn’t know how to handle this. You tried to not be pushy or forceful, but you just wanted to help and it killed you that you couldn’t.

You looked out the window at Billy, who was leaning against the side of his car, back to you and his half-finished cigarette in hand. It was when his shoulders started to shake slightly that you knew what you should do.

The rain poured on you overhead, but you ignored it as you walked around the car to Billy. He was crying just lightly enough that you couldn’t tell the difference between rain and tears on his face.

This time you didn’t try to make him talk or try to solve all his problems. Instead, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. He let you hold him for a while, and you hoped he got the silent message that you’d be there for him as long as he needed.

“Come on, you’re soaked, baby. Let’s get back in the car, I have a shirt you can wear.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, a sign you knew he was feeling a little better.

“Yeah, sounds good to me.” You chuckled and gave him a peck on the lips before the two of you hurried back in the car.

Despite your protests that he should wear the shirt, you finally ended up wearing it. You had your terms though.

“Fine, I’ll take the dry shirt, but only if you let me get my first aid kit out of my purse and clean those.” You folded your arms, a firm expression on your face as you nodded to his arm.

“Babe, they’re fine. Just take the shirt and don’t worry about it.” He rolled his eyes.

“Come on. Let me take care of you.” You watched as his eyes grew glassy again at that and he nodded.

He was quiet while you put a little disinfectant and some bandaids on his arm. It wasn’t much, but hopefully it would keep them from getting infected. You were mostly glad they weren’t too deep because you knew Billy would never go get stitches.

Beneath it all, you were sad. Sad because you bought the kit in case Billy might need your help. Sad because you actually had to use it for that reason.

———————

Thankfully, there weren’t many more nights like that one. Still, you were always there if Billy needed you. You love him, and he loved you, something you’d finally admitted to each other at some point during the months you’d been together.

You watched as Billy walked across the stage at graduation, and you grinned down at him when it was your turn.

You watched him work as a lifeguard over the summer, scrounging up as much money as he could to save up for an escape.

You watched him open up more and more to you each day, until you felt like the both of you held no secrets from each other.

But mostly importantly, you watched him pack up his car with both of your belongings as you prepared to head off to college. He found a good job in the same city as your university, and had saved up enough that he could afford a place. He was finally going to get his escape.

Max was the only person from his family that showed up to see you both off. It made you happy that their relationship had gotten better lately.

After you said your goodbyes to her, and to your parents, it was finally time to go. You and Billy climbed in his car and started down the road on your way to your next journey.

He glanced over at you as he turned onto the main highway. “Hey…thank you.”

“Hm? What for?” You asked absentmindedly as you read over the map.

“For…fuck, I don’t know, just for being there. For being my safe place.”

You put down the map and looked over at him, and found a tear slipping out of your eye when you realized that, for the first time since you’d met him, he looked truly relaxed, and that was because he was finally safe.

He was too young to have had to deal with any of that, not that anyone should ever have to go through it. He was the strongest person you knew. This felt like the turning point for his life, and you felt so much lighter knowing that he could hopefully start to put all the bad behind him.

“Forever and always, Billy. As long as you need me.”

[writer-in-theory]

STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST

◇ introduction ◇ taglist signup ◇ request guidelines

requests: open what do i write?: i currently write for harringrove, steddie, steddilly, billyxreader, stevexreader, and eddiexreader. i am also working on wips for robinxreader so i will take requests for those ships too!

billy hargrove ◇ 10 things i hate about you (series, fem!reader, 17+) when your younger sister is banned from dating until you get a boyfriend, her and her friends hatch a plan—now they just have to find the right guy to bribe.

◇ indelible scars & pivotal marks (series, fem!reader, 18+) two months after starcourt, nothing is recognizable as billy's old life. he had a plan before, to get out of hawkins and get back to california. while he's feeling particularly trapped by small town life, his new neighbor seems to find her escape there. the question is, what's she escaping from?

◇ the road back to you (fem!reader, angst with happy ending) as you find salvation from your grief in the form of a beat-up car, you may find what you’re looking for in the most unlikely of places. aka, when billy’s girlfriend falls under attack by vecna, he’ll fight through death itself to save her.

steve harrington ◇ black box labels (gn!reader, hurt/comfort, tw ed recovery) when something you have been trying desperately to hide from steve comes into light, you fear the worst without knowing that he’ll love you through everything.

harringrove comprehensive guide to my thoughts on billy hargrove - please read before sending me any negative asks about him

harringrove and billy-centric ficlets

headcanons

◇ purple gel pens (series) soulmate au where every mark on your soulmate's skin appears on your own.

◇ wait for me, pretty boy (hurt/comfort) after finding out billy had survived starcourt and ended up in the upside down, steve and billy return to the one place they could call their own to heal.

robin buckley coming soon

[strangerthingfanfic]

Should I continue my Billyxreader stories? I've linked them here

For girls:

For boys:

Please let me know and reblog

[satanz-ashes1]

Roleplay status:Open!

I am opening up to other fandoms and not just Phantom, and i’m wishing for a roleplay partner! Im looking for a Billy Loomis X Oc/cannon (this would be me).

My discord is : LittleLotte#0993

Please be 18+ 

I'm semi literate to moderately literate. I've been roleplaying from 6+ years and am pretty open to most things!

[haileygarciasunshine]

Billy Hargrove Masterlist

Created: 04/05/20

Last Updated: 09/03/20

Good in every Bad - The reader tries to see the good in everyone. She was the first to see the good in Steve. Can she see the good in Billy?

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Second Chances - After the battle at Starcourt, everyone is shocked when Billy starts to hang around the party more. Is he welcomed to the group or turned away?

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It only gets Stranger - The Reader moves to Hawkins from Derry. Once she gets to Hawkins, she’s faced with similar events from Derry. When her friends from Derry come to Hawkins, will they except her with her abilities or turn their backs on her?

[uglypastels]

If you’re still taking requests can I get a billyxreader where the reader keeps falling asleep on his shoulder and apologising for using him as a pillow, thank you in advance

this is so fucking cute!!! 

possible spoilers for the irregulars!!!! 

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“hey, y/n,” you heard the faint whisper around you, pulling you back from your slumber. Then a hand on your shoulder, lightly shaking you awake. 

“Hmm?” you asked in a disoriented haze. You knew you had fallen asleep some time ago but had no idea when, or what the soft material underneath your cheek was. But then that started to move and you realised that it was no pillow, it was Billy! 

“Oh my god,” you rushed to sit up, “I’m sorry Billy, I did it again, didn’t I?” 

“What are you on about,” he smiled, not seeming to be bothered that you had just him as a human pillow forever how long. 

“I fell asleep on you... again.” It was embarrassing, but you could admit it to yourself. It was nice to fall asleep next to Billy. He made you feel safe, warm, comfortable. You usually spend your lazy days in the cellar, next to each other, just talking and laughing. And on cold days like these, you’d get under a blanket, but it would never be enough to truly keep yourself warm, so you’d... cuddle up together. It was more out of necessity than anything, not wanting to freeze to death, but it’s not like you minded it. It was really nice actually. 

But because it was so nice, you also tended to doze off sometimes, falling asleep with your head on his shoulder, or sometimes even in his lap. You’d then wake up feeling extremely sorry, making him sit there until you awoke. He never admitted it, but you were sure it was bothering him in some way. It could not possibly be comfortable to sit like that for hours at a time.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t mind.” He said, brushing some strands of hair out of your face. “It’s... cute.”

“Cute?” Having known each other for as long as you two have, you’ve called each other many things... cute was never a part of that vocabulary. But hearing it come from him, did make you smile, and you felt this warm feeling inside.

It was new. It was nice. 

“Uhh, yeah. I mean... you always are.” You could see a faint pink blush growing on his cheeks, but decided not to mention it since that would probably only make it worse. Then again, you felt the blood rushing in your cheeks as well. 

Without realising it, you both were looking at each other, into each other’s eyes actually, but once you did become aware of it, you looked away, coughing casually, to disrupt the silence that had formed. 

The word cute still rang through your mind and put a smile on your face that made Billy think you looked even better... if that was even possible to begin with.

[nztsume]

Hello dearest billynators I’m here to request for more BillyXreader fic recs if u have em??

I absolutely enjoyed the ones last time but the ones I enjoyed the MOST were the ones where they used 2nd person grammar?? Like “you woke up early and started your day wrong.” Etc….. so if u guys know or have sth like that in ur recs please hand em over thank u so much 💗💗💗💗💗