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buckysgrace · 7 months

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Cry Baby

Billy likes it when you cry.

Billy Hargrove x Reader smut

(dacryphilia, anal fingering, p in v)

You were so frustrated you just broke down. You felt the gates opening as fat, hot tears began to race down your cheeks. You weren’t sure why your argument had led to this. All you knew was that you had both said some unkind things.

You covered your face for a moment, trying to hide yourself away as your body shook from the frustration. You hated fighting with him, hated feeling how this relationship was pointless sometimes. You just wanted to be happy with him, but sometimes he made it so difficult.

“Hey,” Billy sighed as he gently pulled your hands down from your face. He looked at you intensely, his eyes swirling with an unknown emotion, “Look at me.” He mumbled softly, his voice raspy.

Billy stared for a moment before he was leaning forward and gripping the side of your neck. You thought that he may brush his fingertips up to wipe your tears away. You were surprised when he tilted your head back and licked them away instead. Your eyelashes fluttered in surprise, unable to speak before Billy crashed his lips down on yours.

You kissed back in a mess of confusion, your tongue swirling against his as you tasted your salty tears on his lips. His groan was strangled as he kissed you harder. You were still crying, partially out of confusion and partially out of hurt after the words the two of you had just exchanged.

Billy tugged at your shirt, breaking his lips away from yours only to tug it over your head. He crashed his mouth against yours again, stealing away your thoughts and feelings as you molded against him. His skin was hot, overly hot as you began to tug his shirt up over his head as well.

You made out messily while the two of you undressed. You eventually pulled away, letting him trail a mass of kisses down your neck while you tilted your head back to try and recollect your breath. You felt ridiculous for still crying, but your heart didn’t stop hurting just because his lips felt nice.

“You’re so hot,” Billy groaned as his warm hands traced your body, his eyes gleaming at the tears that were still in your eyes, “Need you.” He dropped to his knees, staring up at you with lust lingering in his eyes.

You parted your lips, your mind feeling hazy as he dragged you towards the floor with him. Your knees hit the floor too hard and you winced at the sharp jolt that traveled up your legs. He looked at you urgently as he gripped your hips, manhandling you until your hips were high in the air.

“Billy,” You sniffled softly, “Shouldn’t we talk about this?” You asked quickly, unsure if this was the right thing to do before you spoke about your fight. You looked over your shoulder, sniffling as hot tears dripped onto your fingertips.

“Don’t wanna,” He said gruffly, “Just wanna feel you.” He said earnestly as he pushed your face towards the floor. You whimpered, your ass high in the air as you felt fat tears continuing to pour from your eyes.

Billy squeezed at your ass, spreading your cheeks slowly before he spit roughly onto your puckered hole. You lurched at the sensation, whimpering as he began to rub his spit in with his fingertips. Shivers began to form over your body from the sensation.

“Such a cry baby,” He muttered, listening as a sob built from your chest, “Do you not want this?” He asked softly as he slowly pressed a finger inside of your now wet hole.You gaped at the sensation, slowly rolling your hips back until his knuckle was pressed deep inside of you.

“I want it,” You reassured him between sniffles, “Want it bad.” You moaned, enjoying the slow way he began to stretch you with his finger. You huffed as your eyes fell forward as the pleasure began to trickle up your spine.

“Hey,” Billy reached between your legs to deliver a swat against your wet cunt, “Don’t look away from me, don’t be a bitch.” He spit out harshly as he began to rub his fingertips against your throbbing clit. You sighed deeply.

“Sorry,” You whined as you turned towards him, “Won’t do it again.” You nodded your head eagerly, trying to convince him that you’d keep your eyes glued to him. His lips curled into a smirk as he began to twist his finger inside of your puckered hole again. A gasp left your mouth as your body began to warm.

“Good girl,” He praised softly, “Wanna see your pretty face.” He complimented as he slid another finger inside of you. He scissored them back and forth, stretching your walls as you felt your clit beginning to throb of the anticipation of feeling him.

You sighed loudly, letting your fingers curl up into fists as he pumped his fingers deep inside of your walls, coaxing your ass further into the air as the pleasure raced up your spine. You began to moan, your body curling in anticipation as he reached between his legs to stroke his hard cock.

“Billy,” You sighed in bliss as you turned to face him, sniffling as you felt his fat tip pressing against your wet cunt, “Give it to me.” You pleaded with him, blinking your eyelashes rapidly as you continued to cry.

“That wasn’t very polite;” He said as his lips grew into a smirk, “Ask again.” He told you menacingly, still smirking as he squeezed your hips tightly. You squealed softly underneath the pressure.

“Please give me your cock,” You begged softly as you began to cry again, “Wanna feel you inside of me.” You pout your lips out, doing your best to convince him as he taps the tip of his cock against your clit. You breathe out deeply, your body relaxing as he slowly slides his cock inside of your drenched cunt.

“S’good,” He hummed in response as he stretched your walls out around him. Your eyes flickered, but you made sure to keep your head pointed towards him to ensure that he wouldn’t stop his movements, “You have such a pretty pussy.” He hummed softly as he filled his cock inside of you.

“God,” You sighed out deeply as he slowly began to rock his hips in and out of your weeping pussy, “Oh my God.” You chanted again as you felt every ridge and curve of his cock pressing inside of you. Moans rolled off of your tongue, mingling with his own in a pleasant symphony.

Billy grunted loudly as he moved his fingers to the same pace as his cock. You gaped, your mouth falling forward as you licked the drool away from the corner of your lips. Your body felt as if there were sparks of pleasure traveling up your body, swirling inside of the pit of your stomach as his cock lightly brushed against your g-spot.

“Mhm,” Billy breathed in deeply as he brought his free hand upon your face. He rubbed his skin against your tears before he brought his fingertips up to his lips. You watched as he darted his tongue out and licked your salty tears away, “You’re so pretty.” He complimented between deep groans.

“Fuck,” You cursed as your eyes rolled towards the back of your head. Your mind felt full at the sensation of his cock pressing against your bundle of nerves, while his fingers pumped into your other hole with the same intensity, “Oh my god.” Your knees burned from how roughly

“Hey, hey,” Billy used his free hand to swat at the side of your ass, making a shrill squeal fall from your lips, “Look at me.” He cooed, seeming desperate to see the look on your face. You turned towards him again, stifling your moans as you watched the way his eyebrows knitted together tightly in pleasure.

You sniffled again, your cheeks feeling raw and red from how much you’d been crying. You were sure that your mascara had run by the semi sticky feeling that was left underneath your eyelashes. Billy groaned, his hips snapping forward even harder if possible as he continued to drag your pussy back and forth along his cock.

“Feels good,” You were overwhelmed with the pulsing pleasure that was shooting up your spine and down your legs. Everything felt like it was on fire, burning where he touched you, “More, please.” You whimpered as you felt a fresh wave of tears hit you. It wasn’t from anger or sadness this time. You just felt so good.

“You’re such a good little slut,” He praised as he twisted his fingers roughly inside of you, curling them as his cock continued to rub against your bundle of nerves. You whimpered again at the sensation, sure that you’d never felt so filled before, “Taking my cock and fingers so well.” He praised sweetly as his lips rolled up into a lazy smile.

“Your little slut,” You felt your fingertips curling up into a fist as you began to grind your hips back against him, needing so much more than what he was giving you, “Fuck, fuck.” You moaned loudly as your stomach began to tighten in pleasure. Your mind was beginning to feel fuzzy from how overstimulated you suddenly felt.

“Greedy slut,” He corrected himself quickly, groaning as he glanced back down at you. The sight of your face must’ve added fuel to the fire because his hips began to slam forward harder again as he dragged you back against him. Your pussy was squeezing tightly around him, squelching from how wet you currently were, “Does the poor baby wanna cum?” He teased, pouting his lips out in a fake pout. You nodded your head quickly, fearing that he may not let you if you didn’t respond well.

“Please let me cum,” You begged as your lips began to tremble again, making him groan even louder, “Please, Billy, please.” You were almost in hysterics, threatening to break down at the possibility of not reaching your release. Billy’s lips parted in bliss, his thrusts becoming more stalled as redness crept across his cheeks and cum.

“S’alright,” He reassured as he pressed down on your spine harder with one hand as he angled his cock roughly against your g-spot this time. Your eyes began to roll back again, but you quickly caught yourself before he could smack your butt again, “Cum for me, baby.” He grunted out, his own words becoming heavy.

You felt a sigh of relief hitting your chest, but was unable to fully enjoy it as the bridge came crashing down around you. You felt yourself wiggling and squirming, your body alight with fire as you came down around his cock. Your feet hit the floor roughly, your toes curling as you cried out. You were sure you were chanting his name, begging for whatever he’d give you.

“Fuck, fuck,” Billy’s rough curses hit your static ears as he snapped his hips forward one last time, his body pressing against yours roughly as he came, “Oh fuck.” He repeated as he painted your walls white. You whimpered at the sensation, enjoying the warm fluid that filled your fluttering walls.

You were no longer able to look at him as you rested your cheek on the floor, your neck strained from how your body had awkwardly been turned. Your face felt red and a soft whimper of protest left your lips as Billy began to slowly remove his fingers and cock from your sensitive holes.

He joined you on the floor a second later, laying on his back and panting while you felt yourself sprawling out on your stomach. His spunk was slowly dripping out of your cunt, surely making a mess on the floor while you tried to recollect yourself.

“Are we good?” Billy asked, turning to face you suddenly. His eyebrows were relaxed, but you could see a hint of concern in his eyes. You felt your lips pulling together into a lazy smile as you nodded.

“Yeah,” You confirmed as you leaned over to press a gentle kiss against the corner of his lips, “We’re so good.”

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hwknshellfire · 2 years

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midnight visitor - billy hargrove x harrington!reader

pairing: billy x harrington!reader

summary: billy climbs in your window after an episode with his dad and you try to hide your relationship from your big bro steve

length: 1.9k (i got carried away with soft!billy)

warnings: mainly fluff, soft!billy, mentions of sex, mentions of abuse (billy's dad)

a.n: set around s2/3 ish? there are no volume 2 spoilers in this post!

It was late on a Tuesday night and as usual, you were doing homework, books sprawled out on your bed. You’d been at it for hours and your eyes stung but there was a huge test coming up that you couldn't fail. It would ruin your whole Harrington reputation and since your older brother, Steve, graduated, it was up to you to continue the family legacy.

The problem was, you didn’t care much. It’s not that you didn’t care about your education, because you did and you were grateful. But your parents (when they were around) would put immense amounts of pressure on you and you hated it. Steve managed to break away from it a bit and a part of you hated him a little for it, but you couldn’t blame him. If you could, you would forget about an Ivy League school and stay in Hawkins with your friends, get a job and have the life you actually wanted. And it was thanks to a certain someone who helped you realise what you actually wanted, not your parents - Billy Hargrove.

You’d met on his first day of school when he’d waltzed in late to your math class and his entire persona dripped of Bad Boy. And yet, there was a certain nervousness to him as he sat beside you, fingers drumming on the desk repetitively. After a while, it got on your nerves enough for you to place your hand on top of it to stop the incessant noise. He had blinked and looked at you - and that was it. You had fallen head over heels for him.

No one could know, at first. If your friends (and Steve) found out that you were dating the school’s, hell, Hawkins’, biggest bad boy then you would be murdered on sight. It didn’t take Billy long to replace your brother’s ‘King Steve’ place and even though you were fairly popular too, you still couldn’t tell anyone that Y/N Harrington was in love with Billy Hargrove. But, steadily, people found out. Max and Lucas were first after they caught you and Billy in the middle of things after school one day and you swore them to secrecy. But of course, Lucas told Dustin, Mike, and Will. And if the boys knew, it was only a matter of time before your brother found out.

Somehow, it had been a month and Steve hadn’t said a word to you. You picked up your history textbook as you thought about it. Did Steve know? Had the boys finally told him and he just hadn’t addressed it yet or did he truly not know?

A tap on your window rouses you from your thoughts. You frowned. Did you imagine it? The clock on your bedside table told you it was near midnight. You’d been studying since seven and had barely stopped to breathe. Maybe you were just tired. But then it came again and you definitely hadn’t imagined that.

You rose from your bed, papers and books shifting at the disturbance. Your bedroom overlooked the pool and the floodlights outside barely illuminated a figure at the bottom of your window, but this was a familiar enough routine that you knew who it was. You unlatched your window and pushed it all the way up, leaning out. The night air made your bare arms break out in goosebumps and you shivered.

“Billy?” you whispered, hoping that Steve was asleep in the room next door. Your parents were away for the week so you didn’t have to worry about them, but Steve was like a watchdog.

Normally, Billy would be leaning against the wall with a smirk on his mouth and a quip ready on his lips that would always wind up with the pair of you tangled in your bedsheets and out of breath. But sometimes…sometimes he was quiet. Sad. Beaten.

Tonight was one of these times.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice almost broken. You wondered how bad it was this time.

“Come on,” you said simply. He always waited for permission before entering your bedroom and you found that sweet, even in the state he was in. Slowly, you watched him climb up the side of your house, using the windows and pipes and the sheer strength of his muscles to pull himself into your window. You helped him in and pulled the window back down as quietly as you could but you stumbled and it landed with a clatter. You tensed and both you and Billy waited for sounds of Steve. Sure enough, his footsteps sounded down the hall and there was a knock on your day.l “Y/N? Everything alright in there?” Steve voice came from outside your bedroom door.

“Yep, all good!” you called back, hoping you were convincing. “My window got stuck again.”

“Oh, okay. Well, night!” Steve replied and you listened to him leave, only relaxing when you heard his bedroom door close again.

When you turned around, you gasped. Billy’s eye was almost swollen shut and there was a lovely, vicious bruise forming along his jaw. His top lip was also split, slightly swollen and dried blood painted it. Your heart sank to the floor. “Oh, Billy,” you sighed.

He finally met your eyes, shining with tears. “’S not that bad,” he brushed it off. “But I can’t clean it up.” You picked up on what he was asking without words, as always. He was asking for help.

You swallowed thickly and nodded. “Of course. Come here.” You led him to your bed as always and he perched on the edge, careful to move your books to the side.

As you went to your desk to retrieve your supplies for these situations, Billy glanced around your room. On his usual visits, he never really paid any attention to it. He was otherwise occupied. But whenever he showed up like this, he studied every inch of it as if by examining the walls, he was examining the inside of your brain. And, you supposed, he was.

He looked at which record you had listened to most recently (Queen’s The Works) and what books you were reading (a lot of Jane Austen, looking at your bookcase). He loved learning little details about your life that you didn’t realise he cared about. He’d also never admit it out loud but he loved listening to you talk for hours about what you loved, thinking that he had no idea what you were talking about when really he knew exactly what you were saying.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. Your back was turned but you frowned at him as you turned around, first aid kit in your hand.

“Sorry?” you repeated. “For what?”

He waved around your room. “For interrupting so late. Didn’t mean to.”

You came over and knelt on the floor between his legs. There was nothing remotely sexual about it this time and you took his hands gently in yours and made him look at you. “Billy, it’s fine. I’d rather you be here than there.” He knew where you meant. At home, with his asshole father that did this to him. You wondered what Billy had done this time that had caused his father to flip. You never asked explicitly. If Billy wanted to tell you, he would. He usually didn’t and you never pressed. But you knew it was usually about Max and how he should be more responsible for her. Which, you thought, was rather unfair. Max was her own person and god knows she had a mind of her own. Billy didn’t want to look after his step sister all the time and you understood that. But his father didn’t.

You took a deep breath as he nodded. Letting go of his hands, you unzipped the first aid kit and got to work. “This is going to hurt,” you said like always, even though he knew. This had happened enough times that he knew exactly what would happen when you pressed a cloth with alcohol to his lip to clean the wound. He hissed and you used your other hand to grip his leg to keep him still. He placed his hands on your shoulders to keep himself steady as you worked to clean up the mess his father had left.

You tried to fill the silence with distractions. “So Steve hasn’t said anything yet.”

Billy’s eyebrow on his good eye lifted in surprise. “No? Interesting.” He mumbled. “Reckon he knows I’m banging the better looking Harrington?” You gave him a look and smacked him arm very lightly, but a smile tugged at your lips. There was Billy’s humour returning. He grinned at you. “What?” he said innocently. “I’m being honest. You really are better looking than him.”

“Oh, shut up,” you scolded but your tone was entirely un-serious. “To answer your question properly, no I don’t think he knows yet. There’s no way in hell he’d be quiet if he found out what you were doing to his baby sister.”

Billy smirked. “Maybe we should tell him. I could do with a good laugh right about now.”

You set down your supplies as you finished and tossed the blood-stained cloths in the bin. “Absolutely not,” you shook your head before standing up and looking down at him. You pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “All done and all handsome again.”

He brought you closer to him and wrapped his arms around your middle. His head rested on your stomach and you gently played with his hair for a moment. “Thank you,” he mumbled into your top.

“Always,” you told him sincerely.

He sighed and pulled away. “I suppose I should get back. I’ve disturbed your study session enough.” He made to stand up but you shook your head.

“Uh-uh. There’s no way you’re going back home tonight. You know the drill, Hargrove.” He blinked at your sudden dominance and bowed his head, relenting.

“Yes, sir,” he huffed a laugh and looked at your bed, head cocked. “I would offer to put this shit away but we both know I’d mess with your system.”

“Quite right,” you nodded before gathering your study materials and quietly placing them on your desk. Then you got ready for bed as usual, turning off the main light and putting on your night light that Billy had teased you about for weeks the first time he’d visited your room. You tossed Billy one of his spare t-shirts that you kept in the bottom drawer of your dresser and the pair of you dressed for bed, removing your jeans and climbing into bed beside each other.

You laid with your head on his chest, listening to his breathing, glad he was okay. Nights like this always humbled you, grateful for the family you had even though you had your own problems. At least your parents never hurt you the way Billy’s dad did to him.

“Goodnight, princess,” Billy said quietly, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Night, Billy.” He snuggled in closer and turned the pair of you until your back was pressed against his chest. But as you moved, something shifted in the bed and fell out, landing with a hard slam on the floor.

“Shit!” you hissed, the pair of you sitting up to see a stray textbook on the floor. You’d missed one.

“Y/N?” Steve was outside the door again and you barely had time to stop him before he opened the door. As Steve’s eyes landed on you, his baby sister, and Billy Hargrove in bed together, he screamed.

“Shit,” you repeated.

As Steve began to lecture you, Billy pressed a kiss to your shoulder and muttered, “Well, I guess your brother knows.”

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 2 years

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Hellooo a billy Hargrove x reader where your Jonathan and wills sister and your dating billy, your mom want to meet this new boyfriend and everyone is coming over for dinner and tells the reader to bring her new mystery boyfriend

Meeting the Byers x Billy Hargrove x Fem Byers reader

Yours and Billy’s relationship was kept a secret for a while, till one day Will finds some love letters in your room and Joyce desperately wants to meet your new boyfriend

Warnings: mentions of Billy’s abuse and Neil. Soft boy Billy (Billy may seem out of character, but this fic is massively inspired by Dacre saying that he played Billy as a sensitive character). So much fluff

A/N: hi of course, I love that the reader is Joyce’s daughter as Joyce is the best mom in stranger things. I want to be adopted by her. I really hope that you enjoy this, it’s just pure fluff. Sorry if this sounds overly British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

“YN is dating someone- ow!” Will howled in pain as his sentence was cut short by your foot kicking his leg from underneath the table.

You narrowed your eyes glaring daggers at your younger brother, tilting your head to the side staring him dead in the eyes. You saw him slightly cower from your icy glare that sent a chill down his spine. He shakily reached for the glass of water in front of him, gulping down the water to stop himself from speaking.

“Who are you dating honey?” Joyce asked

“There’s no one” you mumbled pushing the pile of mash potatoes around your plate, you diverted your eyes not wanting to look at the warm eyes of your mother as you knew that you’d crack.

All throughout your upbringing Joyce had taught you how to openly communicate with her, she built the bases of trust within your relationship so you felt like you could tell her anything. This was extremely helpful for all members of the household when Joyce divorced your dad, teaching you not to hold in your emotions till they reach boiling point and burst out in rage. You could gladly say, that even though your family wasn’t this stereotypical nuclear family that movies love to push for people to achieve, it was definitely had the most healthy family dynamic in all of Hawkins.

You loved your family with all your heart even when Will was being annoying and running his mouth.

Will doesn’t know exactly who you’re dating but he knows that there’s someone in the picture. He didn’t mean to snoop but he saw some love letters on your desk, he stopped reading the papers before his eyes reached the signed name, he felt gross seeing someone be so infatuated with his sister. Maybe it’s the protective brother thing? Believing that no one could ever be good enough to date you, if Will or even Jonathan found out who this boy was, you were sure that they’d both have an aneurism from the stress inflicted

Joyce slightly frowned over your refusal to tell her, she was your mother after all and knew that you avoided eye contact when you were hiding something, it was a habit you picked up as a kid. But Joyce didn’t want to force you to say anything you didn’t want to share, but she hated being in the dark about things especially involving her kids, so she turned to face Will who was still holding his empty glass in his hands.

“ Will why did you think that Y/N was dating someone?”

It took Will 5 seconds, he could feel the sweat pool at the top of his forehead. His eyes switching rapidly from Joyce’s eyes to yours, he was dead if he said anything but he knew it was only going to be a matter of days before Joyce found out herself. His breathing started to hitch as the two females held their breath in anticipation awaiting his response.

“I accidentally saw some love letters on her desk when I was looking for my calculator-“

“Will!-“

“Y/N, you should invite him over”

You snorted in response, biting your lip thinking about all the ways that this could end in disaster. Your siblings weren’t his biggest fans, and Joyce was dating hopper who would probably tell her about his reckless driving. you loved Billy and he loved you back but the thought of your family potentially hating him and rejecting your relationship was too much to think about. Especially as right now the room was starting to spin with this anxious feeling that was making your chest tighten with each breath.

“I’ll cook a meal, and Jonathan can invite Nancy too” you turned to finally look your mom in the face, her smile was beaming at you with big pleading eyes.

You sighed, you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. If you invited Billy there was a high chance that the people who mean the most to you would highly disapprove of your relationship, but if you don’t you would feel an immense guilt about saying no to your mom. Joyce never made you feel guilty about anything, but saying no to a person as warm and as caring as her, felt like kicking a puppy.

You nodded your head, Joyce squealed in delight clasping her hands together, asking questions about his dietary restrictions and if he liked x y and z.

Jonathan looked at you, his brows furrowed perplexingly. He was trying to recall if he had ever seen you in high school with anyone, but the more he thought about it the more confused he got. His mind was drawing a blank as there was never a single romantic encounter you had with a single person in that school, Jonathan was seriously questioning if this mystery boy was real.

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Yours and Billy’s relationship was kept strictly behind closed doors, reserved only to late night drives and him leaving letters in your locker for you to read in between classes. It was his way of being close to you when he couldn’t be.

Billy respected your decision to keep the relationship a secret, even though it was killing him slowly not to be able to walk down the halls with his arm around your shoulders, showing off to everyone that you were his girl. Which is why his heart skips a beat every time he watches your face light up in a loving smile, pressing the papers close to your chest. he loves that he has that affect on you, he may not be able to be close to you but this was close enough.

Billy knew that you were super close to your family, that family meant everything to you. He’s aware that the other Byers siblings despised him with a passion, and Billy not having the best relationship with his own family, he wanted to do whatever he could to help to protect the one relationship he wasn’t able to achieve in his own life. Even if it became more and more increasingly difficult to bite his tongue as each malicious rumour was created about him following him around as if his life wasn’t hard enough.

“What’s wrong princess?” Billy asked rubbing small circles on your thigh, you shivered over the contact that you’ve been craving all week.

Billy noticed your silence and it made him feel uneasy, he even cranked up the stereo to blast his music to an obnoxious volume, just so you could complain that the music was too loud. But you sat deathly still while Led Zeppelin roared at an ungodly volume, to the point that Billy was uncomfortable from the ringing in his own ears. But you didn’t even utter a single word, just staring outside the window while Billy drove to lover’s lake.

He parked his car and turned off the stereo, he glanced over to you still in the same position as if you were frozen in time. A crafty smirk appeared across his face as an idea popped in his head. He knew exactly how to make you talk.

Billy’s lips latched their way on to your neck, his lips roamed the skin till he found that sweet spot just above your collar bone. He gently sucked on the soft delicate skin.

“Billy” you moaned arching your neck so he could get further access to that sweet spot not caring if it resulted in a purple bruise.

“She speaks” he snickered, you rolled your eyes at him smacking his arm in a playful manner.

“Not funny”

“I’m sorry princess” he pouted, tucking a stray hair behind your ear before resting his head in the crevice of your shoulder. He nuzzled in to your shoulder breathing in your perfume, relaxing further into you. He really did miss you for you were the only source of comfort his miserable life had, you felt like home to him and in this moment he knew that he wanted to spend forever this way, just you and him.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“My mom wants to invite you for dinner” you sighed resting your head upon his, running your fingers through his sandy curls.

“Does she know about us?”

“No but she knows that I’m dating someone, Will found your letters in my room and now she wants to invite you for dinner tomorrow evening”

“Oh” was all that Billy could say at that moment in time, all sentences he tried to form disappeared into thin air upon exiting his lips.

Truth be told he was scared, in fact he was terrified of meeting your family. Billy was made to believe that he was the problem in all of his failed relationships, he blamed himself for his mom leaving him at such a young age. Well at least that’s what Neil made him believe, Neil corrupted a young child so innocent and trusting to believe that if he wasn’t weak, if he was a better son, she wouldn’t have left them. Neil made Billy believe that he deserved each punch, each blow to the jaw, each kick to the chest when Billy curled into a ball to block out his farther’s attacks, it was all his fault.

Billy was made to believe that he was the issue why his family was so disruptive. He feared that he may have the same effect on your family and he will never forgive himself if that ever happened.

“What do you think about it?”

“Maybe it’s better to rip the band aid off now and get this over and done with? They know that I’m currently dating someone and my mom will not leave this alone. She’s like a detective, it’s only a matter of time before she finds out about us, I want them to find out about us on our own accords” you kissed the top of his head, breathing in his calming familiar scent of cigarettes mixed with his cologne. You could feel the anxiety starting to rise in your chest again, the uncertainty of their reactions was eating you alive.

“Are you sure princess? I’m not exactly family friendly” he murmured against your shoulder, he lowered his voice till the ending of his sentence came out into a whisper. Blinking away the tear that was forming

“I love you Billy more than ever, I don’t care what everyone thinks about you for I know that it’s all bullshit. Billy you aren’t the person you believe yourself to be” you softly smiled, lifting your head off his. You tucked two fingers underneath his chin, lifting his head forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“I mean that Billy, you aren’t the person he makes you believe that you are. I’m not going to let my anxiety rule me or rule us anymore. I’m not ashamed to be seen with you, I love you Billy and I know that they will love you too”

The corners of his lips twitched into a smile, the corners of his glassy eyes crinkled as the smile reached his ocean eyes. You brushed away a tear that fell from his cheeks and placed a tender kiss on his forehead.

Billy still wasn’t use to hearing compliments thrown towards his direction, he was so use to having insults hurled towards him that he didn’t know how to respond to such genuine kindness. You had to keep on reminding him during the start of your relationship that it was okay for him to cry, it was okay to let down the concrete walls that had guarded his heart for years, it’s okay to let people in.

There was a small part of the inner wounded child of Billy that still fears that one day you may yell at him for being so soft, that somedays he didn’t believe that you were real, as he believe that he didn’t deserve you. But your kind warm eyes reminded him how grateful he was to have found someone like you.

“I love you princess”

“I love you too Billy”

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“You look beautiful Y/N” Joyce beamed at you as you walked down the stairs. You decided to use the time you would have used to overthink the whole evening, biting on your nails till they became nubs, to focus on your make up. Not even getting stressed that you had to reapply your eyeliner as you couldn’t get the two eyes to look even, in fact you were grateful for the mistake as it distracted your racing mind.

“Thanks” you nervously replied, bunching the sides of your dress in your fists as you saw the clock ticking away. There was exactly 5 minutes till Billy finally meets your family.

“Don’t worry I was nervous too when Jonathan met my mom” Nancy whispered in your ear, she gave you a warm sympathetic smile. “Joyce has such a big heart it’s practically impossible for her to hate anyone”

You weakly smiled back at Nancy, hoping her words to be true. You knew that the rumours and what everyone believed to be true about Billy was bullshit, trying to remind yourself that as long as you love him that’s all that matters. You swallowed down your nerves, telling yourself ‘I’m done hiding anymore, everyone else be damned”

The door bell rang, your breath hitched. The moment has come, you were going to finally introduce the boy you love to your family.

“Hey Princess, you look beautiful” Billy grinned as you opened the door, he placed a gentle kiss to your cheek.

Billy showed up in his signature leather jacket with a red silky shirt with a few buttons undone, exposing the gold necklace he always wore like a good luck charm. He took your breath away every time you saw him in that shirt, Billy is definitely the most handsome person you had ever met.

“Like something you see” he whispered into your ear, smirking as he saw your cheeks blush as red as his shirt.

“Let’s go inside” you stuttered from his remark about your wondering eyes, but when he looks this good you couldn’t help but stare. You definitely were the most luckiest girl in the whole of Hawkins.

“Mom, Will, Jonathan, Nancy. This is my boyfriend Billy”

You looked at the table, the whole room drew to a pause.

Will spluttered on his drink, Jonathan looked at you in a utter state of shock and Nancy rapidly blinking not quite believing what she was seeing.

Y/N Byers is dating Billy Hargrove?!

“Billy it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Joyce” Joyce brightly smiled at him as she enclosed him in a tight hug. Billy was slightly taken aback by her kind gesture, he momentarily paused having to remind himself that this is something families are supposed to do.

“And you too Mrs Byers. It smells amazing in here”

“Oh please call me Joyce, now I hope that you’re hungry”

“Always”

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“So Billy how long have you been dating my sister?” Jonathan questioned, scratch that Jonathan interrogated. Jonathan was being anything but subtle, sure he would have interrogated anyone who is dating his younger sister. But the fact it was Billy Hargrove made Jonathan hostility even more apparent.

“Jonathan!” Nancy hissed, sharply elbowing Jonathan in his ribs. He whimpered slightly in pain from his girlfriend’s reminder to be polite or at least civil.

“ I’ve been dating Y/N for 4 months now” Billy forcefully smiled at Jonathan’s direction. It was taking a lot in Billy not to shoot a snarky response towards Jonathan, but he was biting his tongue for your sake.

You cringed at your brother for creating a hostile environment, not even daring to give Billy a chance, this is exactly what you had dreaded. Maybe tonight was a mistake?

“So Billy I heard that you’ve been writing Y/N letters?” Joyce tried to lift the atmosphere that was falling cold with each second that ticked by.

“Yes mam, Your daughter is so beautiful and is the best thing that had ever happened to me, so I have to remind her that. even when I don’t share the same classes with her” Billy’s jaw unclench as his smile relaxed into a genuine one. Billy didn’t reveal the true reason why he had to write the letters in the first place, not wanting the atmosphere to return icy once more.

“I saw some poetry on one” Will piped up, he quick screwed up his face in embarrassment upon seeing Billy divert his gaze as his cheeks burnt red. Will you really should of kept that to yourself.

“I’m sorry Billy Hargrove writes poetry?” Jonathan asked, pressing his lips together into a thin line, trying to keep his laughter contained. This was the furthest thing he would ever expect Billy to do.

Nancy looked over at Billy with intrigue, awaiting his response. This was definitely the last thing she expected to hear tonight. But the so called bad boy having a soft spot, did make her heart melt slightly. She was starting to see Billy in a new light this evening, could it possibly be that she was wrong about Billy all along?

“Yeah” he muttered, lifting his fork to his mouth. He slightly regretted coming here tonight, not that he regretted writing those heartfelt words for you, but his hard outer layer that he wore as a protective cloak was being ripped away.

“I think that’s sweet” Nancy smiled

“Me too” add Will, who was also questioning his quick judgement he made about the Hargrove boy. He could see the way that Billy looks at you, he looks at you like someone so in love that it was nauseatingly cute. The way that he spoke about you so dotingly made Will smile, finally seeing his sister so happily in love with someone.

“I suppose I lucked out with this one” you gently laughed, threading your fingers through his.

Billy lifted his head to look at you, returning your loving smile. He truly was so lucky to have found you. It’s true what they say, the greatest thing in life is to love and to be loved in return, he never believed that he could find truth in those words till the moment he first laid eyes on you.

“I suppose I did too”

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“They all seemed to love you”

“Apart from Jonathan”

“He’ll come around especially after seeing the look in Nancy’s eyes when she heard that you wrote me poetry, she’s definitely going to ask Jonathan to write her a poem or two” you smirked

“I love you princess”

“I love you more Billy” he cupped your cheeks placing his lips upon yours. You both melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck bringing him closer towards you.

“I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow. now I can finally take you on our first official date” He breathlessly spoke against your lips.

“Don’t you dare be late”

“Wouldn’t dream of it princess”, he sealed the distance between your lips with a quick kiss goodbye.

Billy watched you as you turned the handle walking into your house. He started the engine of his Camaro when he heard someone calling his name

“Billy wait”

He wound down his window, looking at Jonathan with bewilderment. Confused to why the hell Jonathan would chase after him?

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for being a dick back there, it’s just that Y/N is my sister and I want to protect her. We may have gotten off on the wrong foot but I’ve seen how much happier she is when she’s with you. But I swear to god Hargrove if you dare do anything to break her heart you’re dead, do you understand?”

Billy chuckled at Jonathan’s threat. He would never do anything to break your heart, he loves you, deeply and wholeheartedly loves you. He would rather die than ever be stupid enough to let that happen.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, I love her she’s my everything”

A/N: soft Billy owns my heart, in this fic he writes poetry may that be super out of character? I don’t care. I hope that you enjoyed this fic and requests are still open

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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years

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Restraint

Kinktober 2022 | Bondage

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

Summary: Billy has a particular skill with tying knots and wants to try it out on Reader.

Contains: kinda dark!Billy, bondage, gagging, slapping, p in v sex. 18+, Minors DNI!

A/N: Okay SO there’s obviously something wrong with me because when I watched that scene below made my silly little brain go “omg Billy knows how to do bondage!!”

This one is dedicated to @duramater97 for being so encouraging with this idea and with my Billy fics in general! Sending you big love & bondage!Billy <3

Throughout his life, Billy Hargrove rarely had the opportunity to exercise control but when he did, he relished in it.

It transpired in small ways such as driving like a maniac to take over the road or shoving people out of the way in crowds.

Most recently, he found it at his job at the Hawkins pool. He discovered a peculiar talent in tying knots as he was usually delegated the tedious task of tying up the lifebuoys to their post.

This didn’t escape your notice as you practically drooled over him wrapping the rope round his elbow and his hand in a loop absentmindedly. A sly smirk appeared on his face when he turned to see you admiring the way he dragged his finger and thumb down the rope while he wound it round his arm.

“Don’t worry, princess. You’ll get your turn to be tied up.” He promised in a low whisper as he walked past, chewing his gum so that the minty breath fanned your face. He left you with that thought, staring at the lifebuoy tied so tightly to the post that not even a large gust of wind could tear it from its position.

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Billy kept his promise that night. With a singular piece of rope, he had tied your tits, wrapped the rope around your neck and tied your hands behind your back. The knots he had fashioned made it near impossible to move and when you did struggle against them, it would pull on your sensitive tits which created a sharp pain.

He had you bent over his bed, pounding into you from behind. The mirror was set at the other side of the bed so you could watch the whole thing. Billy used one hand to hold your tied hands in place and the other to pull your hair back, forcing you to watch the reflection of him fucking you.

You were used to rough sex with Billy but it was like he was a man possessed as he marvelled at your restrained body, completely under his control.

Resourceful as ever, Billy had used a sock to gag you and you were very aware of just how pathetic you looked. Sharp breaths were pushed out of your lungs with each roll of Billy’s hips. Without being able to squirm or writhe, you felt the full extent of his length stretch you out over and over.

When you closed your eyes to try contain yourself, Billy yanked your hair back further creating a burn in your scalp and inspiring a muffled scream from you.

“Told you to watch yourself being fucked, didn’t I, princess?” Billy hissed, still on his hunt for control.

With a suppressed whimper, you nodded and continued to watch yourself. He confidently winked at you in the mirror while your face looked worn out and like you were close to tears.

Billy thought you looked perfect like this, strung out, bound and gasping for air all because of him. With each thrust, his stomach met your ass cheeks and practically pushed a moan out of you every time.

“Careful, baby, my dad is just downstairs. Don’t want him to hear you being fucked, do you?” He warned, eliciting a moan from you as you approached your climax.

He manhandled you on to your back, slipping back into you which made you both let out a guttural groan. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders as he rutted into you, grabbing the rope in between your tits for leverage.

Your breasts bounced up and down and ached with being pulled by the ropes. Your arms were sore from being made to lie on them, not to mention the rope digging into your wrists and definitely leaving a burn. You choked out mewls which barely left your mouth as the gag muffled them.

All of this was offset by the deep white hot pleasure that Billy was causing in between your legs.

No longer being forced to look in the mirror, you squeezed your eyes shut as you came, crying out against your gag. Billy didn’t relent or even allow you any sort of recovery as he set a punishing pace. It had you approaching another orgasm with the first one having barely subsided.

He grabbed your face possessively, squeezing your cheeks until they ached and leaned down so his face hovered above yours.

“I could get used to you like this, princess. All tied up for me. I can do whatever I want to you.” He smirked and slapped your sore tits which made you shriek.

All Billy did was laugh in response and say: “that’s right, you’re all mine.”

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lowaltitude · 2 years

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Passive | Billy Hargrove

— Stranger Things

— Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

— x Reader (Y/N)

❪ FEM! ❫ ❪ prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ’ ❫

───── ❝ description + disclaimer ❞ ─────

𖥻 Billy Hargrove x FEM!reader, in which William “Billy” Hargrove is pushed to his limit by some girl he just met in his Biology class.

𖥻 OR in which Billy‘s charming act doesn’t fool you in the slightest.

𖥻 No connection to Stranger Things series timeline. 2.4k words

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I tapped my foot impatiently, staring at clock just wanting the day to end. It felt like every second took 100 seconds.

After contemplating skipping this class today but deciding to come I was now regretting it. All I’d done was have to sit and look infront if me at Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagen being the most obnoxious couple ever.

“Tommy will be with Nick, Daisy with Richard, Carol with Fred—“ Mrs Green’s rambling about our class pairings was cut off when the bell finally sounded. Everyone rushing to get out of their seats and go home, or to wherever they had plans to be. “Oh. And Billy your partner will be Y/N”

Perfect. I inwardly groaned. Not only did I despise partnered work, but I was with the biggest douche in the school. Mr Popular, the ladies man himself. Billy Hargrove.

I looked at Billy, watching him light a cigarette between his teeth and walk out the door without a care in the world, and I felt like slamming my head against the desk.

“Mrs Green?” I sighed, approaching her desk “Can I work alone? Or at least with someone else”

“Pairs are final, you get a new partner next semester”

I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and tell her about the things I’d heard he’d done, the way he treated people. He was constantly angry! Perpetually unsatisfied! He was just an ass! He wasn’t even passive aggressive like most of the mean people here, he was just aggressive aggressive.

“Fuck” I muttered, earning a pointed glare from the woman. Tugging my bag over my shoulder and trudging into the halls.

As I made my way out to the bus stop I spotted Billy leaned against his car, a young girl skating up and climbing into the passenger seat. He waits a moment before climbing in and speeding away from the school zone.

Another reason I knew Billy was ‘the worst’? He lived a few houses away from me, and almost every night I was woken up by him coming home at some ungodly hour with his music playing at full volume and the engine of his muscle car revving.

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I kept my headphones on the next morning, resting my elbow on the table and holing my face up as I stared out the window and contemplated why my family had to decide to live here of all places.

People hollered as Billy walked in, giving him high fives and pats on the back. Presumably for his latest ‘conquest’. Mrs Green directing him away from the empty seat next to Tommy H and towards me in the back row. And, unfortunately, he obliged.

“Hey” He smirked, nodding his head at me and giving me a once over. Ignoring him, I kept my attention on the window hoping he would think I just hadn’t heard him.

“Alright!” Mrs Green said, and I reluctantly took off my headphones, ignoring Billy’s raised eyebrow. “First group to correctly identify all the cells under a microscope will not be receiving homework tonight. You and your partner must work together to complete the list.”

Rolling my eyes, I grab one of the samples in front of me and put it under the microscope.

“Hey” Billy repeats suddenly.

“Hello” I keep my eyes on the work in front of me. Billy doesn’t seem pleased that I wasn’t staring at him in awe, he scoffs and moves closer to the table in his chair. Grabbing the microscope, he looks at the sample and furrows his eyebrows.

“What the fuck is that?”

After he moves away I pull it back to me, looking at it for a few seconds and grabbing my pen. “It’s Prophase. The first stage of mitosis” He looks at me, confusion evident on his face “The topic we’ve been working on for almost 2 months.”

“What are you listening to?” He tries to reach past me to grab my cassette player but I put a hand up to stop him, switching out the sample and looking in the microscope again.

“Fourth phase” I mumble, looking at my paper and keeping my other hand up as I write “Anaphase”

Billy doesn’t move, he just stares at me with one arm reached out, my hand blocking it, and his mouth ajar before slowly pulling his arm back.

“Metaphase” I smile, looking at the last sample, I raise my hand, Mrs Green walking over to Billy and I as I slide my open notebook to him.

“Yes?” She asks cautiously

“We’re done” I turn to Billy, gesturing with my head towards the notes.

“Uh” He looks down at it “1 was Prophase, 2 Anaphase, and 3 Metaphase.”

Mrs Green smiles and gives us a nod, pulling away the tray of samples “Nice work, I knew you would be a good pair.”

I exhale out my nose sharply, taking my book from Billy and putting my headphones back on as I look out the window again. But just as I press play on my tape, Billy leans over and pushes stop.

“Don’t you know who I am?” Does he know who he is? Despite what he might think he’s not some celebrity, he’s not Rob Lowe or John Stamos, he’s some boy that moved to a middle of nowhere town from California and thinks he can take over because women think he’s attractive.

“Yup.” I nod, putting my finger on play again “I just don’t care”

Thankfully the bell rang and I managed to rush out into the hall before meeting his infamous ‘wrath’. I wasn’t afraid of him, but I also didn’t really handle being yelled at very well.

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“You don’t care?” Billy’s voice in my ear makes me practically jump out of my skin. I hadn’t seen him all day and he decided to startle me as I walked out of the school.

“Oh my god” I put one hand to my chest “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“If you’re trying to get my attention, congratulations, you did it.”

“What? You’re so full of yourself, I do not give a shit about you or anyone else in this godforsaken town” Spinning on my heels, I turn away from him and start towards the bus.

I hear Billy groan as he jogs to catch up with me, his hands buried in his jean pockets. “Yeah, sure. I believe you” His voice is drenched with sarcasm. “I’m in a charitable mood, i’ll throw you a bone, you’re not exactly below my standards.”

“That’s disgusting” Ew. I shuddered at the thought.

I pick up speed, Billy stopping as he seems to realise i’m not joking. He stands there until i’ve taken my seat on the bus and I see him quirk his head to the side slightly before turning to walk to his car as I pull my headphones on again.

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Thankfully I didn’t have Biology the next day, and I thought I had managed to escape Billy’s sights until I found him talking to some girl right next to my locker. Leaned against my locker actually.

“Move” I huff, not in the mood to even pretend to care about seeming polite.

The girl glares at me, tossing her hair over her shoulder as Billy rolls his eyes and slides slightly to the side off of my locker. He growls when I aggressively pull my door open, hitting him in the arm.

As I shut my locker door and turn to leave the school, Billy shakes off the girl and jogs after me. “Let me drive you home, sweetheart”

“I’m sorry— Do you not know my name?”

“Of course I do” He scoffs, and I stop walking tapping my foot and folding my arms across my chest as I wait. “It’s…”

Unsurprising. “Goodbye” Billy touches his palm to the small of my back and I tense, trying to shake him off. “Stop touching me”

“Never heard that before” He mutters, putting his hand back into his jacket pocket and stopping, leaned against the school door.

“You should get used to it, because girls aren’t always going to throw themselves at you. They’re going to realise that you are a self centred idiot who’ doesn’t respect anyone, and that they deserve so much better.”

Billy only smirked as I stood their, pointing my finger at him.

“What?!” I almost shout

“Sure you don’t want that ride home?” Raising an eyebrow at him, he begins to spin his keys around his finger. I look behind me, groaning as the bus pulls away.

Begrudgingly, I stomp away from Billy and head in the direction of his stupid car. Actually, I liked his car it was really pretty. But it was stupid because it was impossibly loud.

He walked alongside me, content with my annoyance. The young red head girl leaned against the passenger side looked over her shoulder at us, sighing and moving the seat so she could sit in the back.

“No, it’s okay.” I smile at her, putting my hand in her shoulder before I duck into the back seat. Both her and Billy stare at me like i’d lost my mind.

“Get in the car” Billy huffs at the girl, presumably his sister. She takes her seat and he starts there car, I repeatedly catch her trying to look at me in the mirrors. “Where’s your house?”

“Are you serious?” The girl laughs

“Shut up” Billy spits back, and I’m tempted to kick the back of his seat as hard as I can.

She sinks in her seat slightly, her voice going a little quiet as she looks down and spins a wheel on her skateboard. “She lives next to us”

Billy smacks his lips and nods, tapping his hands on the sterling wheel and I lean forward, peering between the gap in the seats to look at the girl.

“I really don’t want to be here, don’t worry” She raises an eyebrow at me “I like your sneakers”

“Oh. Thank you…?”

“Y/N” I smile. Billy snaps his fingers, as if he had triumphed in finding out my name, and I roll my eyes. “That’s him learning my name.”

A small smile plays across her lips “I’m Max”

Nodding, I move back and look out the window, Billy brings his hand up turning up the stereo and I glance at him as I recognise the song. Great, now I have to hate this band because he liked them.

He pulls into the driveway and Max climbs out, moving the seat for me and I thank her, throwing my bag over my shoulder and starting to walk away from their house.

“Aren’t you coming in?” Billy calls after me, folding his arms and leaning in the roof of his car.

“What part of ‘I DONT LIKE YOU’ wasn’t clear?”

“Can I drive you to school tomorrow?”

“No!”

Max grabs her things and goes inside, leaving Billy watching me as I walk down three houses and straight in my front door. I can see him lighting as cigarette as I get to my bedroom and close the curtains.

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“Why do you hate me?” Billy asks, his voice low as he puts a hand by my head, practically pinning me against my locker

“Go away”

“Answer.”

“Because you’re rude, and arrogant, and I saw the way you talk to Max. You’re inconsiderate and treat women like they’re made to serve you.”

“Is that it?”

Furrowing my brows I scoff at him “You keep forcing me to be around you when I clearly don’t want to, you—“

I’m cut off when Billy decides to press his finger to the wrinkle between my eyebrows. It’s as if he had pressed a mute button because I try to continue but nothing comes out.

“I’m going to make you like me” He licks his lips, smiling as he meets my eyes “You’re going to beg for my attention”

“It seems like I already have it” I smack his hand away, but he just puts it on the other side of my head, caging me in against my locker.

“Y/N” Billy says breathlessly, and I’m almost taken back by how much softer his voice is than normal.

Realising that I was just having positive thoughts about Billy Hargrove, I shake my head and use my strength to push him back slightly. “We’re late for class”

He chuckles, but follows me towards biology. Sitting at he table and waiting, drumming his fingers on the desk. What the fuck.

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Billy was, once again, leaned at my locker at the end of the day. Girls flocking to him like he was free chocolate. As I closed my locker he waved his hands and the girls, who seemingly had extremely low self respect, did as he wished and scurried away.

“Hey” He smiled, walking along side me “Can I take you home?”

“No, thanks”

“Come on, it’ll be fun”

“I think i’d have at least the tiniest bit of respect for you if you understood what ‘no’ meant.”

“Oh sweetheart, you never take no for answer when you want something this badly”

I made a fake gagging sound and Billy rolled his eyes, grabbing my hand and planting his feet. “Let go”

“Don’t get on the bus”

“Billy.” I glare, pulling my hand out of his grip. It wasn’t even that tight it was just strange.

“Say my name like that again, I like it” I turn back to the bus and Billy sighs, jogging so he can walk backwards in front of me. “Let me drive you. Please”

Had he just actually said ‘please’ or was I delusional? I don’t know what Billy’s angle was, but I wasn’t going to fall for it.

“If you’re trying to prove a point to someone just lie and tell them whatever it is you need to say”

“What?” He stops walking and I almost run into him.

“You know, the fucking cliche. Popular hot jock gets dared by his asshole friends to make an advance on some loser. Tell them whatever you want”

“Y/N, my friends don’t even know you exist.” He holds in his laughter “I just need to make you like me for my own personal gain. Plus, then you’ll beg me to forgive all the times you berated me”

Tucking my lips into a line I stare at him, trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. Accepting his response, I turn in the direction of his car and smiling when I spot Max approaching it.

“You really think i’m hot?” Billy whispers

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to be continued…?

— now read billy’s retelling here!

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xoabrielle · 8 months

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logical b. hargrove x fem!reader

billy hargrove knows how to work his way into someone's heart, no matter how smart the person is.

cw: angst, hurt, cheating (sort of, reader and billy aren't in a relationship), mentions of smut. no use of y/n but use of the nickname princess

thank u miss rodrigo for the new album - my ideas are off the charts! thinking about doing a GUTS inspired series because miss olivia ATE with that album.

Master manipulator

God, you're so good at what you do

He was sex on legs, a walking Greek god. He knew just what to say, just what to do. How to get you to bat those pretty eyelashes and want all of his attention. He was just that good.

The bell had just rang for the third period's end. English was never Billy's subject, it wasn’t something he got. How the hell was he supposed to understand what Shakespeare meant?

You loved English. You lost yourself in books and spent lunch in the library. There was something so captivating about being trapped in another world, away from Hawkins, away from high school. And everyone knew you loved English - so when Billy needed a tutor, who else was he to turn to besides the pretty girl in his class who understood books like he did Friday nights. It was simple at first, he would wink at you in the hallway and give you those eyes. The ones that screamed he was a bad idea, right?

He had stopped by your locker, wanting nothing more than to sweep you off your feet. So when Billy leaned against the locker and looked down at you with a smirk, you were a goner. “Heard you're the brains of English class. Mind teaching me your tricks, babe?”

Yeah, you were hooked.

And I fell for you like water

Falls from the February sky

But now the current's stronger

And I couldn't get out if I tried

By your third tutoring session, you had long forgotten about books and the symbolism behind Romeo and Juliet’s romance. You were more than happy to focus on Billy. How good he felt kissing you, how his thighs in those jeans rubbed that spot that itched so well when you moved. How his hands fit nice and snug in your hips. There was no denying it, Billy Hargrove had worked his charms so well that you just couldn’t resist him. “We gotta”, another kiss to your lips, “Gotta get back to the homework-.”

“Fuck the homework,” Billy murmured against your lips, too engrossed in the way you felt against his lips and how plush and soft your skin was. You were a vision, atop his lap as he just kissed you and kissed you. Books didn’t matter, you did. At least that’s how he made you feel.

A final peck to his lips and you were grabbing your book again, reading out loud the passage that he was trying to understand. Billy groaned - uninterested and unable to figure this shit out. He wanted to go back to feeling your lips on his, try his luck at something more. “C’mon princess, one more kiss?”

Princess. The nickname that had held an effect on you for the past few weeks. The way it came out of his mouth as he inhaled a cigarette after school, or now when you were alone in your room with the door closed, his hands on your hips as he tried to pull you flush against him once more. You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t, but god he looked so perfect like this. There was a pause before you spoke, voice soft and collected, even if you did not feel that way on the inside. “Figure this out and I’ll let you do more than kiss me, Hargrove.”

Billy figured it out, and you fell harder and harder into his trap.

And now you got me thinking

Two plus two equals five

And I'm the love of your life

'Cause if rain don't pour and sun don't shine

Then changin' you is possible

Tutoring sessions turned into something more.

Car rides to and from school, kisses outside of the bedroom. His hand was on your thigh when you would sit and read in his passenger seat. It was peaceful, it was unexpected - it was terrifying. Kisses when he got the answer right, him testing how well you could read when his fingers were deep inside you. Post bliss cuddles where he read aloud and you listened, long drives at night where he’d stop at some sketchy gas station to get those gummy worms you liked. How he’d steal the blue ones only, so you started setting them aside for him.

It was the end of the day, Friday night plans in whispers among Hawkins High students. You gathered your books at your locker, waiting for Billy to come over and make a comment about how he thought he might need an extra session.

Instead, you meet him at the Camaro, cigarette almost gone as he leans against the door. You smile when you see him, denim-clad and hair-perfected, baby blues that make your knees weak at every turn. “I was waiting for you at my locker.”

“Talkin’ to Hagan.” His response was short, pointed. You nodded and got in the car anyway, knowing it was either this or the long walk home. His hand goes to your thigh like your usual, but it doesn’t feel..right. Maybe it was the English nerd in you, analyzing the situation that didn’t need to be. Or maybe it was the feeling deep down you were attached and he wasn’t.

“Are you coming over tonight?” You ask, glancing over as he drives toward your house. He shrugs his shoulders, the answer not a no but not a yeas. Has the novelty worn off? “I thought we could maybe watch a movie or-.”

“Going to that party tonight, princess. Can’t tonight.” You fixed your books in your lap, nodding. Your disappointment must have been written across your face because Billy was pulling into your driveway and looking at you. Tucking a strand of hair out of your face. “Don’t get so pouty, princess. I’ll stop over after, save some time just f’you.”

He leaned in for a kiss, and you kissed him back. Maybe this was something real after all. Maybe that warm fuzzy feeling in your chest was okay after all.

The sky is green, the grass is red

And you mean all those words you said

I'm sure that girl is really your friend

Our problems are all solvable

He never showed.

You waited and waited, chapter after chapter. You even kept your window open, but he never showed. Saturday bleeds into Sunday, Sunday into Monday. To say you were surprised when the blue Camaro came rolling into your driveway was an understatement. You got in the car like you normally did, but Billy’s hand didn’t go to your thigh. It stayed on the steering wheel. ”I missed you on Friday.”

Billy shrugs “Got hung up at the party. No big deal.”

The words cut sharp. No big deal. How was this not a big deal to him? “Well i waited for you, so I was disappointed is all.”

“God, princess. I said it’s not a big deal. Fuckin’ drop it.” You glance over at him, his jaw clenched and eyes stuck on the road ahead. You turn out to look out the window, thoughts confused and stomach anxious.

Billy doesn’t look at you when you get to school. Simply rolling into the parking spot and making his way toward Tommy and Carol, leaving you to walk to your locker alone. You wanted to cry, to scream. But this was your doing. You believed him when he said he cared when you were a breath of fresh air. The novelty had worn off.

The rumors spread fast, the latest gossip form the rager emitting like a forest fire across Hawkins High. Billy and Lacy, who had spent all night attached at the hip. Who had gone home together, who had been playing a cat and mouse game for weeks. Lacy, who he seemed to want more than ever before. Lacy Lacy Lacy.

It hit you like a ton of bricks, the idea of him with someone else after everything you had shared. Was this all you were, a stepping stone? A means to a good grade? A trial run for Lacy? It made your stomach churn, and your blood run cold. Your hands clammy. Surely it wasn’t true.

And then you see it - Billy with his hands in Lacy’s back pocket, her ribbon matching his shirt. That stupid grin and those stupid eyes that once lit up your world, now lightning up hers. If only you had used your head instead of your heart.

Your gaze meets, your eyes peering into his. He offers no explanation, no apologies. Just a world of crumbled walls and lies layed bare. You turn away, too hurt to comprehend anything. You take a seat in the back of Englsh class, a funny feeling in your stomach that there was no one to balme but yourself.

If only you had been logical.

logical, logical, love is never logical

#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billyhargrove #angst #billy hargrove x yn

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2braincellslz · 1 year

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Hello! Here are some ideas for requests:

- Bucky Barnes with male reader where reader lost his voice after a traumatic event, they both live together to help each other come but one day Bucky has a brutal breakdown or a nightmare, reader tries to calm him/wake him up but nothing works, so he tries to say Bucky's name and that's the only sound that forces Bucky to open his teary eyes.

- Jason Voorhees and male reader where they have this soft moment, Jason still feels a bit weird around reader, because he thinks he's with him bc of fear, pity or Stockholm syndrome, that he's a monster and monster can't be loved by a human and vice versa, reader notices it and does the "I look at you and I see two eyes, like mine, two ears, also like mine, *boop* a nose which I also have, one mouth, here and here as well, and what else, hmmm, two hands *puts their hands against each other and see the huge size difference*, two legs, Jason is still feeling off and reader takes his hand and places it on Jason's chest "One heart. A heart that beats for me and..." *hugs Jason while standing so Jason could hear his heartbeat* "...same heart as yours, that's beating for you".

- Billy Hargrove and male reader where reader gives Billy a necklace for Christmas (reader was on vacation in California and found a sea shell with pearl) and says "One day, you'll find one there for me as well".

Sorry for such lame ideas, you can delete them if you want, totally ok with that. It's also a mess...😬

Anyway hope you'll have a good day/night. 💕

Better Late Then Never

Ship: Billy Hargrove x Male!YN

Notes: probably not my best but whatever lmao.

Billy's birthday had come and gone. He had thrown a big party at one of his friends' houses. The cops were called. It wasn't an awful birthday, like some of the other ones, but it could have been better. It could have been a lot better. Better how? Well, for starters, his boyfriend could have been there.

It wasn't YNs fault, really. His parents had surprised him with a trip not too long ago. They couldn't blame YN parents either. They don't know when Billy's birthday was and they didn't know that it would be important for YN to be there. It was just on a big quicadince.

But that wasn't even the worst part of it all. The worst part, at least for Billy, was that he was going to Cali. he would never tell YN to his face but he was a bit salty that he wasn't in Cali with him. Or just in Cail in general. He really does miss California.

But all of that didn't matter because today was the day. Today was the day that YN was coming home. That YN was coming back to billy.

It felt like it had been years. At least to YN it had. He enjoyed his time in Cali but he was antsy the whole flight back to Hawkens. He and Billy had planned a whole alabrote day to spend together as a kind of “sorry my parents forced me to go to Cali on your birthday.” not only was YN antsy to see his Boyfriend but while in Cali he had found this beautiful necklace. It had a small blue shell on the end of it. It was simple but YN knew that Billy would like it.

The plane ride was never ending. Thank god YNs parents spent the extra money on the first class. It made the trip at least a little bit more bearable.

When the plane finally landed, the worst part was yet to come. Actually getting off the plane. While YN wanted to rush off the plane, his parents held him back. They wanted to wait till everyone was off the plane before they got off.

“You don't want to be shoved off the plane, do you?” YNs mom, who was sitting next to YN in the window seat. “You don't want to be rushed.”

“Mom, Billy is waiting for me…” YN sighed, fidgeting with the box in his pocket.

“I don't understand why you want to spend your first day back with him. I haven't heard great things about him from your brother.” YNs mom sighed, watching the people that left the plane.

“He's kind to me.” YN could see his mom give him an off look out of the corner of his eye.

YN knew that other people, mostly people in his family, had a sneaking suspicion that YN wasn't as entirely straight as he let on. No one said anything but it was kind of obvious.

“And you are going to be with him all day? Are you spending the night?” YNs mom asked. YN trusted their mom. If he was going to tell anyone what was going on between him and Billy, it would be his mom. She coved for him. If YN wanted to spend the night at BIlly's house, though they usually got a hotel so they wouldn't have to deal with Neil, then YNs mom would cover for him.

“Yeah, I'm staying the night.”

“Getting a hotel again?”

“Yep.” YN could see his mom smile. Even if she didn't know what was going on between him and Billy, she was happy for YN. even if Billy was just a friend.

But he wasn't just a friend.

He was more. And his more was waiting for his boyfriend and probably getting irritated.

“Alright, let's go.”

YN and YNs mom stood up, grabbing their book bags from under the chair in front of them.

YN practically ran out of the plane, passing his brothers and dad. He ran past people in the airport and weaving by suitcases. He ran all the way to the baggage claim.

He looked around, panting. It took him a bit but he found him, the man that he ran through a whole airport for.

“Billy!” YN yelled, practically knocking over the basketball player when he lunged at the man.

“Jesus, calm down.” Billy hugged YN back. It was rather quick though so that no one would get any bright ideas.

“Hey.” YN smiled, hands itching at his side to reach back out to Billy.

“Hey.” Billy looked over YN. “You got a tan.”

“Wow, it's almost like I was in the sun for a whole week.”

Billy rolled his eyes. “Shut up, let's go get some food.” he smiled, wrapping an arm over YNs shoulders.

Billy had grabbed YN luggage while he was waiting and, like the gentle man he is, was carrying it for YN.

“Where shall we eat?” Billy asked once you got to the car, throwing your luggage in the backseat of his Chevy.

“It's your day, you pick.”

“Starcourt Mall. We can eat in the food court.”

“Sounds good to me.”

YN slipped into the passenger side as Billy got into the driver's seat. Billy started the car and rock filled the car. The song was easily recognizable. “Love Of My Life.” by Queen. It wasn't Billy's usual music but it was YNs.

“Is this the mixtape I gave you?” Yn asked as Billy pulled out of his spot and drove out of the airport parking lot.

“Maybe. What did you name it? Something sappy, right?”

YN rolled his eyes. It was sappy. It made YN cringe whenever he thought about it. “Melted candy hearts or something.”

“Exactly, really really sappy.”

“Yeah, whatever you say Mr. Tough guy.” YN let his head lul back, closing his eyes as the ballet filled his ears. YN rested his hand on the center console which was quickly held by Billy.

It was one of the few things YN and Billy could do in public, kinda, to show each other affection. No one could really see their hands while in the car so they always took the opportunity to show each other a little bit of affection. Another thing they would do would be walking with Billy's arm around YNs shoulders. To the outsiders, they just saw it as a guy leading his friend somewhere but they knew. Billy and YN knew what it really meant and it was kind of special for them.

Billy pulled into the mall parking lot and shut down the car. He stepped out and waited for YN who quickly followed.

Billy reposished himself back with his arm back around YNs shoulders. The pair walked around a bit before they settled down to eat some shitty Chinese food. Honestly though, it was better than the food they gave YN in first class.

“How was your trip?” Billy asked, shoving some more rice into his mouth.

“Boring. It wasn't any fun without you there to get us into trouble.” YN looked up from his tray with a goofy grin to watch Billy's face shift to fake shock.

“How could you! I thought we were friends!” Billy dramatically placed a hand over his heart.

“You hang around Eddie too much.” YN rolled his eyes, taking a bite of his orange chicken.

Billy just chuckled and turned back to his food, stuffing some more into his mouth.

After the pair was done eating their food, they walked through the mall. Occasionally, entertaining the idea of stopping by Scops Ahoy to see if Steve would let them in the back way.

After everything the Hawkings kids have been through, no one really cared about childish things like popularity causing all rivalries to become unimportant. Sure, people still remembered what Billy has done but they also know he is working on himself. He is becoming better. He has made amends with Max. he is better.

YN took Billy's wrist, pulling him into the ice cream place. They walked up to the counter, interrupting Steve's pitiful attempt at flirting while Robin held up a shigh from the back that read ‘SOS’ in bright red.

“Steve!” YN shouted, drawing Steve's attention away from the two girls who used Steve's moment of being distracted to make their escape.

Steve's face lit up. “YN!” he shouted back.

“Hey! Nimrod. How many kids are you friends with?” Robin asked from the back.

YN knew Robin and Robin knew YN. basically everyone knew everyone in their big group but Robin was not one to pass up a monet to make fun of her friends.

“We are your age.” Billy smiled, slipping through the divider to get to the back with YN close behind.

Steve jumped through the window and closed the shutters. “How was Cali?”

“Not that great. We didn't get to go to the beach or anything, just spent a lot of time at my grandma's house while my parents ran off to have fun or something.”

“Or something?” Robin asked, ignoring the sound of Erica abusting the bell.

“Or something.” YN repeated with a shrug, sitting down at the table.

“So where are your kids, stevie? I thought they always hung around here for the free ice cream?” Billy asked, placing his hands on your shoulders. The two of you could be yourself around the gang, they all knew.

“Well first off, they aren't my kids.”

“Yes, they are.” Robin said, cutting off Steve.

Steve glared at Robin “And secondly, they are at the movies.”

“Speaking of movies…” YN said with a smile.

Steve groaned and rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, sure.” he moved from his spot leaning against the counter and pulled open the door for the couple.

“Pretty sure they are playing Dr. Zhivago.”

YN stood up and walked out the door, thanking Steve on his way out. Billy wasn't too far behind him. As soon as the door shut, their hands were interlocked together. It might not be a long walk but might as well take advantage of one of the few moments they have alone together.

They sat down near the back, no one really sat in the back so they could enjoy their moment together. The movie had already started, about twenty minutes in, but it's not like they could complain, they did get in for free.

YN fidgeted with Billy's hand the whole time. Whether it be rubbing circles into his hand with his thumb, moving YNs promise ring to Billy's hand then back again, or just holding it. It was another one of the few moments they could be affectionate in public. Everyone was watching the movie, anyway.

The movie ended and the pair went on to the next activity and the next. The last thing they did before turning into the hotel was bowling where YN absolutely destroyed Billy.

Settling into the hotel for the night, Billy and YN laid in the massive bed together while watching some random documentary on TV, though neither of them were really paying attention.

Billy had his arms wrapped tightly around YNs waist with YNs head resting on his chest. YN clinged to Billy like a baby otter clinging to its mom.

That's when YN remembered. The necklace.

“Billy?”

“Hmm?” Billy hummed, rubbing YNs back.

“I got you a birthday present.” YN pulled away from the warmth, sitting up on his knees.

“Really?” Billy asked, sitting up.

“Alright, close your eyes.”

Billy closed his eyes, chuckling softly.

“Ok, Now. stick out your hand and open your eyes when you feel the box.”

Billy stuck out his hand. YN fished the box out of his pocket and placed it in Billy's hand. Billy blinked his eyes open, looking from YN to the box in his hand. He pulled off the small lid and looked over the necklace.

YN watched carefully, fidgeting with his hands. He prayed to whatever god there was that Billy liked it.

“Wow… this is perfect…” Billy smiled, leaning forward and placing a kiss on YNs cheek before pulling out the necklace and putting it on.

“Does it look good?” Billy asked, playing with the small blue shell.

“You look good in everything.” Yn said, scooting forward and resting his head on Billys shoulder.

“Someday, when I visit California again, I'll get you a matching one.”

“Vist? Don't you want to move back there? That's your home.”

“My home is wherever you are.” Billy hummed, kissing the top of YNs head.

“That's so sappy.”

“Shut up!”

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just-another-personal-side-blog · 2 years

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Imagine being Childhood best friends with Billy, you end up w a MASSIVE crush on him but never confess scared to lose him. Then he is moved to Hawkins, you both have regular evening calls until one day those stop. So you pack up your car and drive up to check on him.

You get there only to discover from Max that Billy died. You are devastated, the neighbors kid Eddie finds you breaking down outside once Max has gone to bed. You become really close him as time passes, just as you're about to hit the road... Shit hits the fan.

You stay to protect Max and clear Eddie's name, learning about how Billy REALLY died. Upon entering Watergate and attempting to get back out... your childhood love shows up to help.

Billy is confused as fuck to see you, hell to see ANYONE in the upside-down. The crew get him topside, and now you get to struggle between the love you once had for Billy... and the fledgling feeling you have for Eddie.

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x yn #eddie munson x you #billy hargrove x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn

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babeydollx · 2 years

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could you write a soft fic with Billy Hargrove? maybe just them laying in bed together snuggling and stuff?

Late Night Snuggles

Warnings: cursing, stressed reader, reader and Billy have been apart, not 18+ but, there is still one small sex reference. Still fluffy though.

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Female Reader

Summary: In which Billy and Y/N have a quiet night of snuggling together.

a/n: this could easily be terrible and honestly it's probably not going to be the best because I am very out of practice for writing fluff. This is my first Billy fic but, this was kind of hard for me to write so, I apologize lmao.

You were laying on your bed waiting for Billy to finish showering. You hadn't been able to see him all day so you were really looking forward to just being able to see him and be with him. The two of you had been so busy over the past week that the two of you barely had any time to just talk.

Billy had got out of the shower, dried off and then came out to see you. You immediately smiled when you saw him, rolling over onto your side so you could see him better.

"Hey, baby." He said with a grin when he saw you laying there. You just giggled and made grabby hands, wanting him to come over and snuggle with you. He smiled and walked over before laying down in bed and pulling you into his arms. "Mm.. I missed you." You said with a smile and giggled softly as you nuzzled his chest. He smiled, letting out a chuckle as he held you close.

"I miss you too, babe." He said. You smiled and removed your head from his chest, now looking up at his gorgeous face. You reached your hand up and gently stroked his cheek with your thumb and smiled. He smiled back at you. "God, you're so beautiful when you smile like that." He said with a grin.

"Thank you." You said softly as you flashed him another small smile. He chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. It had been a long time since you got to have soft, sweet moments like this with Billy. Everything had just been so chaotic over the past few weeks. It was nice just to be able to be in his arms for one with no interruptions, no worries, nothing. Just pure love.

"I'm so glad that I finally get to see you.." You said softly. "I know, I feel like we never get any time together anymore." Billy sighed. You held onto him tighter, never wanting to let him go again. His touch was soft as he gently caressed your arm making you giggle softly. You smiled and leaned up, kissing him on the cheek lovingly. Billy smiled when you did so. "I love you.." You said softly as you looked up at him. "I love you too, doll." He said as he kissed your forehead.

"So, how has everything been going since you started college?" He asked. You just sighed and rested your head on Billy's shoulder. "I mean, it's been okay. The work has been getting harder and I'm just scared of flunking. My parents have kinda been on my back about school and shit." You huffed. He frowned and kissed your head. "I'm sorry about that." He sighed. "I'm sure that you will end up passing with flying colors though." Billy said with a smile.

"Thanks." You said with a small smile and kissed his hand. "But really, try not to stress about it too much. I know it's easier said than done but, the stress isn't going to help at all." Billy said. "I know.." You sighed. "Y'know.." He said with a smile as he rolled the two of you over so you were under him. "Hm?" You asked. "I think I know the perfect way to help decrease your stress." Billy said with a small smirk. Knowing just what he meant by that, you grinned. "I'm down if you are." You said with a smirk. "Oh baby, I'm always down for that." He smiled and kissed you lovingly.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic!

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toomanybandstocare · 2 years

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{Cover Me, Bruce Springsteen}

Program: The diner rush is never fun, but it brings in good money. It seems as if everyone is in a dark mood from the roaring storm this evening, and two patrons can't seem to keep it to themselves. Even though you desperately try to ignore the insults and harsh words, Billy isn't letting it fly. Tonight or any other night. So, the two of you create a little countertop ritual to bare with the shitty coffee.

Pairing: Demo Derby Driver! Billy Hargrove x Server, GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Couple of swears, Verbal insult (Reader is called a bitch by two upset douches), Kind of a fight? (Billy defends reader when he hears the insult), Petnames (Cutie and Sweetheart), Reader is referred to as "curious little thing" but not in regardless to stature, Smoking

Tom's Diner (P.1) | Camp Upside Down Masterlist

“Another coffee when you have a second”.

“I asked for hash browns not home fries”.

“Could I get some hot sauce, over here”.

“How long does it take to get seated here? This is ridiculous”.

“Can you read? Sign says seat yourselves, and if you can’t tell, we’re a bit busy today,” you bite back.

Plates of piping hot food burn your arms as you unceremoniously drop them in front of grumbling patrons. Your feet fly across the linoleum floors before the cook can even ring the window bell. One arm reaches up to grab the sizzling dish while your other grabs a pot of coffee from the countertop burner, and you’re already whirling on your heel. Not paying any mind to the seething pair of men at the entrance, you move past them to do a round of coffee top offs at the booths before you can breathe a little on counter duty.

The entrance chime drolls mutely against the raging storm spitting down on the trolley car diner this late in the evening. You pant lightly from the constant movement and overwhelming feeling of pressure bubbling against your skull.

“I wouldn’t bother with this dump or bitch. No respect for the customer and can’t even provide decent service,” a raspy voice from the entryway silences the diner.

All eyes seem to move in unison and lock onto the asshole who dares try to discredit everyone’s favorite server. Some of the patrons at the front end of the countertop swivel their bodies, ready to pounce when given the word. Everything freezes, and you feel your lungs harden. Embarrassment stings your cheeks as you clutch the coffee pot tighter. As much as you want to look over, you can’t bring yourself to move your watery gaze from your shoes.

“What’d you say,” a familiar voice sends shivers down your spine. Billy’s tone dead serious.

There’s a heavy pause that hangs in the air, before a different voice stammers out: “Didn't even tell us to seat ourselves when we got here. Then proceeded to insult us. Hardly a place that cares about the customer’s needs”.

You pull your head up to look over at the scene. Billy’s hard face glowers down at the two men as he slowly shakes his head in thought. A pang hits your heart that Billy may actually agree with them. Sure, the witty comeback wouldn’t have been an issue with a regular. A quick glance to double check who was on the receiving end would have saved you from this turmoil.

When Billy takes a step into their personal space, you swallow the lump in your throat. In a flash, he grabs the men in each of his hands and raises them off the floor just so that their toes graze the tiles.

“Hey,” you call out, “That’s enough, alright”. You desperately try to get through to Billy as you force yourself over to the altercation.

“You see this server?” Billy lowly growls. The men in clutch at Billy’s white knuckle grip on their collars and nod. “The only server this shitty little diner has? Hauling ass to serve everyone crammed into trolley boothes and rubbing shoulders at the counter. Arms probably burnt trying to get hot plates out to patrons instead of letting them cool for a second to make it easier. You two aren’t even worth the dirt underneath the tattered sneakers sliding on spilt coffee just to do a round of refills. So how about I do us all a favor and show you two out,” Billy’s voice slowly grows in controlled ferocity. His muscles press against his rain splattered jacket as his arms start to slightly shake. Cold blue eyes look neon in the dark diner as he waits for a response.

As everyone in the diner seems to sit in silence on the edge of their seat, even the owner and cook stand behind the hostess station to watch, it dawns on you.

Billy’s waiting for your response.

Not the two paling men in his hold. Not the cook who looks ready to step in at any moment. Not the owner who cares more about money than fire code. The server who seems to always be flying across the trolley car with someone’s shitty food or cup of stale coffee in hand.

“Unfortunately, it seems like we don’t have any more seats available,” you try to level your uneasy voice.

Without missing a beat, Billy lowers the men and drags them over to the entrance door. Shoving the door open with his upper arm, he quite impressively throws the two out the diner with a wet slosh of landing. He adjusts his jacket while walking away and lightly pushes past you in the small walkway.

Rooted in place, you stand in the walkway with a wash of dizziness humming in your head. When the door swings closed the diner fills with muted chatter. The coffee pot in hand swirls as you move behind the counter and resume routine. Your arm sweeps in habit as you grab a mug while moving to stand in front of Billy’s seat. A ceramic shriek shrills in your ear and stings your forming headache.

“Made you speechless, cutie,” Billy coyly asks as he flicks his toothpick with his tongue. His eyes now glow with electric warmth.

“You didn’t have to do that. One of the guys would have handled it,” you reply, crossing your arms across your body.

Billy scoffs, “So, I should have let them escalate their harassment during the dinner rush? When you’re already so worked up from the lack of hands out front”.

Your tired gaze dips from his pointed look. Shifting your weight, you pour his cup of coffee without a word and turn back to the coffee burner. You grab another mug to pour another cup of coffee before settling the pot back into place. The cheap metal edge of the service counter digs into your lower back as you take a slow sip of hot coffee. A combination of the scorching drink stinging your tongue and Billy’s sharp look makes you wince.

“You’ve been coming here for a week now. Why would you care so much about how a couple of nobody assholes treat me,” you inquire over the rim of your mug.

“So, you would let them treat you like shit if no one stopped them,” Billy states while taking out his lighter and pack of cigs. You silently grab the ashtray from its new home on the serving counter and place it in front of him.

“Kind of comes with the territory of an all hours diner,” you bite back, “Again- why does it matter so much to you?” He doesn’t know me.

Billy takes a slow drag of his cigarette and lets the smoke trickle down his throat. The ashy warmth fills his lungs as he takes your tired form in. A twitch pulses underneath his right eye. Why would you let some dirty rags walk all over you?

“How often does that happen,” Billy asks with a sting in his chest. When your eyes can’t meet his own, anger burns his chilled skin. He bristles at the thought. How could you, the shitty diner server who pulls smiles at five in the goddamn morning, let yourself endure this? “Not happening again, you hear me,” Billy raises an eyebrow at you. His leg bounces underneath the countertop, desperately trying not to reach over and pull you closer, so he could make you look at him. Hold your jaw in his scarred and callous hands to draw your kind eyes to indulge his greedy gaze.

Your eyes flash up to meet Billy’s locked expression, which leaves no room to argue. “You can’t promise that,” you breathe out.

Billy grits his cigarette between his teeth in an annoyed snarl as he shoves his hand into his jacket pocket. Furiously rippinging open his wallet, Billy thumbs through his earnings from last night’s show and slams another twenty dollar bill on the table. “Start a fucking tab, then. I guess I just can’t get enough of shitty diner coffee and this countertop cutie,” Billy exasperatedly says.

You bite your lip to hide your growing smile as coffee mixes with butterflies in your stomach creating a warm glee. “One condition,” you murmur.

Billy leans back into his seat and forces his muscles to relax. “And, what would that be? I’m already offering my services to you, cutie,” Billy eyes you while letting a puff of smoke fall from his plush lips.

Wetting your bottom lip, you ignore the crooked smile slithering onto Billy’s face. “A game of questions. Each time you come in, including tonight’s visit, I get to ask you three questions,” you bargain.

“Well, aren’t you a curious little thing,” Billy darkly teases. An enduring pause sits in the air as Billy takes a sip of his coffee. “Deal, but,” he counters, “I get to ask three as well”.

“Deal,” you agree and take the step to stand in front of him. Only the vinyl and metal countertop separates the two of you. The diner bustle disappears as you direct your attention solely on Billy. Not even the broken radio static hums in the background. It’s only the two of you.

“What do you do? I can hardly imagine you sitting at home all day keeping to yourself,” you softly inquire. Your fingers push and pull with each other as you fiddle in anticipation.

“Glad to know you like to imagine me in your daydreams, sweetheart,” Billy grazes his tongue across the inside of his lip. “Demolition derby driver. I’m either out driving for practice, fixing up cars, or competing. Had a show last night,” he shares. His eyes dart at the movement of your hands and without hesitation, Billy loops on his own fingers into your hold. With a little squeeze of his finger, Billy looks up at you and his chest tightens at the blush across the planes of your face. “Do you have a lucky charm,” Billy hums.

You scrunch your face at the question and tilt your head. “A lucky charm? I’ll give you points for originality,” you laugh.

Billy’s low chuckle joins your laughter, “Glad to know I’m racking up points in your book, cutie. Indulge me”.

“I feel like I do that pretty regularly,” you say lightly and squeeze his finger. “I guess it’s this piece of sea glass,” you hum and pull a small chain from the inside of your shirt. A small piece of light blue sea glass sways as the chain dangles from your finger. “Got it my junior year of college, so I’d have a piece of my favorite place when I leave college for break”.

Billy’s other hand leaves the cup of coffee and reaches up to carefully take the chain from your grasp. Barely applying any pressure, he gently pulls it closer to him in contemplation. Your heart hammers as your hips press against the countertop. “S’ pretty,” Billy compliments while releasing your necklace.

You swallow hard to try to ground yourself. “Why did you go so far with those guys,” you continue.

Billy sags at the question and turns his head to watch the splatter of rain hit the windows at the end of the trolley car. “Good question. You get two answers,” his voice thick, “First, no one should feel entitled or comfortable enough to harass wait staff or any service industry person”. Billy grinds his jaw before going on, “Second, those were guys from the derby. Not my guys, but I know them from rosters and competitions. I know them enough to know that I would win without concern in a fight”. He squeezes your hands before meeting your concerned expression with a blank one across his features. “Favorite color,” the words tumble from his mouth with a boyish grin.

You snort at the question and let yourself ignore the tension, “Dark green. Of all the questions to ask, you went with the cliché. Favorite song?”

“Pour Some Sugar on Me- Def Leppard,” Billy shoots you a wink and asks, “Favorite drink?”

A laugh of disbelief bubbles inside you and escapes your surprised expression, “Billy Hargrove, I know I said points for originality, but the clichés are killing me”. When his expectant gaze doesn’t waver from your incredulous look, you throw your free hand up. “Fine, a chocolate milkshake. Always cheer me up without fail”.

A small smile tugs at the corner of Billy’s lips as he takes his final sip of coffee. Standing up, he squeezes your hands and slides the bill underneath your lingering fingers. “Noted. I’ll see you tomorrow, cutie. Gotta get back to the tracks to help lock up shop,” he reaffirms with a flick of his collar to draw more protection from the raging storm.

“Drive safe,” you call after him and hold the bill tightly in your hand.

Waving his hand behind him, Billy steps out of the diner and into the harsh night. Your countertop crush leaves you yearning for more than the small touch that still tingles your fingertips.

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hwknshellfire · 2 years

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damaged goods - steve harrington x reader

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: you ask out a boy in your class and it ends badly so you turn to steve, your best friend, for comfort

length: 1.5k

warnings: slight slut shaming, very liiight mention of sex, fluff

a.n: i hate endings so i'm sorrY. pls send along reuests! there are no volume 2 spoilers in this post!

Damaged goods.

The words echoed around your brain, making you wince with every step you took to walk out of Hawkins High. Their laughs still sounded behind you and you heard them even as the doors swung shut, though you think that’s just your mind playing cruel tricks on you. Tears stung your eyes and you brushed them from your cheeks with the back of your hand, letting your hair cover your face as it burned with shame.

No one was looking at you, but you felt like the whole world was staring at you as you left the school property, ignoring the calls of your younger friends as you surged past. You’d catch up with them later, maybe, if you could look them in the eye.

You couldn’t go home straight away, because then your parents would hound you with questions about school and you couldn’t lie to them. They’d pester and pester until you eventually cracked and you couldn’t handle them knowing what they’d said.

No, there was only one place you knew you could go, only one person you could talk to right now - Steve Harrington.

You stopped at the nearest bus stop and tried to sort yourself, taking deep breaths and wiping your face again. The autumn air rustled your hair and cooled your cheeks down a bit and by the time you got on the bus, you felt significantly better. Or at least, you told yourself you did.

It started as a horrible joke. One of the girls in your chemistry class found out you had a mild crush on George, your other classmates. It was a silly crush, but he had been the first person you had even looked at since Billy. Billy, who had been awful to everyone but you, who had been a popular jerk to anyone else but you. He had been sweet with you and shamelessly in love for the summer you had spent together and even though you knew his reputation, you trusted him with everything. Everything.

But then the summer ended with a colossal crash in the Starcourt Mall, battling the Mind Flayer with your gang and watching Billy die right in front of your eyes. True, by that point you had drifted apart, being busy with cracking the Russian’s code with Steve and Robin, your best friends, and Billy had been Flayed, which you didn’t realise until late.

It felt like another cruel joke of life to make you fall in love, drift apart, then kill Billy right in front of you. And it had taken you awhile to move on, relying heavily on Steve to bring you back to life. He had been your friend since childhood and he had disapproved of your relationship with Billy at first, the pair of them almost instant enemies, but Steve put up with Billy for you. He would do anything for you.

And when you finally felt better as school started, even without Steve in school to help you, you saw George across the classroom. He was different from Billy and maybe that’s what attracted you to him. He wasn’t quite as smart as you, but his dark hair fell in his eyes in a nice way and he dressed normally. That was the thing about him - he was normal.

And the girl next to you had noticed your staring and convinced you to go for it. You thought she was being nice.

The bus came to a stop by Family Video and you thanked the bus driver before hopping off. You entered the store and found Robin behind the counter, rearranging the counter. Her head lifted and she beamed at the sight of you. “Hey, Y/N!”

“Hey,” you replied half-heartedly, forcing a smile the best you could.

Robin cocked her head and frowned. “Something’s wrong.”

Your shoulders sagged as you leaned against the front counter. “That obvious, huh?”

“Y/N, I can read you like a book. Granted a very easy to read book, like one of those kids picture books where all the sentences rhyme. But it still counts as reading. What I mean is, it’s easy to read you.” Your friend’s rambling tugged a very small smile onto your face. Robin looked at you expectantly. “So. What is it?”

Your mouth twisted.

Damaged goods.

You swallowed hard. “Is Steve around?” You croaked out.

Robin’s eyes widened slightly. “Damn, it’s one of those problems?” You nodded. “ He’s in the stockroom. Walk right in, you know the way.”

You gave your friend an appreciative nod and moved round to the back of the store and knocked on the ajar stockroom door, where you could see Steve’s familiar figure kneeling on the floor, organising various videos. “Robin, I told you I have to get this done before Keith—”

“It’s me,” you interrupted Steve and he stopped talking, turning around to see you standing in front of him, playing with your nails the way you did when you were upset.

He frowned and stood up, brushing down his dusty jeans. “Y/N, I didn’t know you were coming here today.” He inspected your face and took it all in: the chewed lip, the red eyes, the tear marks in your makeup. You’d definitely been crying. With a quick glance over your shoulder to check Keith wasn’t around, he grabbed your hands and pulled you into the stockroom and turned you both around until your back was to the shelves. He closed the door and faced you.

It was a small stockroom and with the pair of you inside it as well as the mass of boxes, there was hardly room to breath. An exposed bulb swung on a wire just inches above Steve’s hair and dark shadows still cast down upon both of your faces.

Being this close to Steve made you nervous. It made you forget all about George when you really took in his face. He was a beautiful man, you would never deny that. And once upon a time, you thought maybe you’d be together one day. But then he had fallen for Nancy and that ended badly and you had fallen for Billy which also ended badly. Both times you had pulled each other out of the darkness and it had brought you closer than ever. But this physical closeness, close enough that you could feel his soft breath on your face, this made you almost nauseous.

“Spill,” he said gently.

You voice broke as you closed your eyes and whispered, “Do you think I’m damaged goods?” You heard his sharp intake of breath and your eyes opened, but you couldn’t look at him. You kept your eyes trained on the floor.

“Who said that?” he asked, his voice clipped. Angry.

You sniffed as you remembered. “George Casey and his friends,” you told him. “One of his group found out I had a bit of a crush on him and told me to ask him out and I decided, hey, why not go for it? It’s been months since…well, you know. And I thought I could try maybe going on one date and it wouldn’t mean anything. But…But it didn’t go well. I thought he was nice. He always seemed nice. And I couldn’t see his friends so when I asked him out at the end of school, I thought it would just be him.”

You paused as the tears fell freely again and you shook your head. “But then all his friends heard and started laughing at me. And he said—He said—”

“He said what, Y/N?”

“He said he would never date someone like me. Not Billy’s leftovers. He said he had no interest in damaged goods.” Shame burned your cheeks once more and you squeezed your eyes shut.

You heard Steve breathing deeply before his hand touched your chin gently and lifted your face to look at his. His eyes were soft and full of worry and his brows were furrowed. “Listen to me, Y/N. You are not damaged goods. What happened with Billy was your private life and the fact that George Casey and those assholes would even slut shame you is ridiculous. And why is it always the girl that gets shamed, too? Billy was terrible for it and yet you’re apparently the damaged one.” He huffed and you couldn’t help but smile. “But I’m serious, Y/N, you could never be damaged because of who you love. You’re the best person I know and any guy…any guy would be lucky to be loved by you. Lucky to love you.”

Something about the way he said it made your insides twist and you chewed on your lip as you looked at him. His eyes glanced at your lips then darted away again and that split second was all you needed to finally know. Those long hidden feelings from years ago, that tiny crush once upon a time, bloomed again in your chest and from the way Steve was looking at you, you knew he felt it too.

“Steve…” you mumbled, cupping his face. “I don’t deserve you.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “That’s a lie and you know it.” He paused and looked at your mouth again. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

“Are you sure you want to be associated with ‘damaged goods’?” you asked teasingly and he laughed and pulled you into him.

“If it means getting to kiss you, Y/N, then anytime.”

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 2 years

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Hey I got a billy Hargrove one shot a kinda sweet cute one where billy comes in from work to you and yours and his daughter watching the lion king and both of you are crying and billy finds it funny just something very sweet lol

Movie nights- Billy Hargrove x fem reader

Billy teases you for crying at the lion king

Warnings: a slight mention of his upbringing, a slight mention of the starcourt mall attack. A lot of fluff

A/N: this is such a good idea I love it. I hope that you don’t mind but I’ve made this a one shot of my fic high school sweethearts but before the reunion. I’m giving my boy the happy ending he never got. I’d say if you haven’t read high school sweethearts it might help for some context. Sorry if some parts sound overly British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

Billy pulled up on the drive way of your shared house. He switched off his engine, taking a moment to prepare himself to step foot into the blazing Californian heat. Enjoying the last few blissful seconds of the ac inside of the vehicle.

Pushing up the shades that slid down the bridge of his nose from perspiration, and brushing away the blonde curls that clung to his forehead. He reached over towards the backseat to retrieve the grocery bag and the bouquet of pink roses that he carefully laid on the seat not wanting to crush the precious petals.

Ever since high school where he saw the school councillor, even though he begrudgingly dragged his ass to that office every Friday. It was definitely the hardest thing he ever had to do, and he was controlled by a monster that many believed to exist in Hollywood movies. He hated every moment of that 1 hour session , the therapist asked him about his upbringing and his family life, Billy hated vulnerability in fact he detested it. The idea that someone could see him at his weakest made him feel physically sick, but he did it all for you. He made a promise to himself when he believed his life to be draining out of the hole in his chest that the monster created , if he was going to live he was going to fix your relationship.

The therapist helped Billy to be able to communicate frequently with you, for Billy to let you in when it felt like the weight of the world was crushing his body into the ground. She suggested that you and Billy go on one date a week, not the so called dates you used to have which involved hooking up or going on drives. But actual dates which involved taking you out to the movies, taking you to benny’s ect

And to this day that is still something you and Billy make a habit of. Despite having a 3 year old daughter and being married for 4 years, Billy every Friday will bring you flowers and now will cook a meal. Because as of now you have a young child so you can’t exactly go out for the evening. But homemade meals made by the man you loved beat any restaurant dish. It’s true love does make a dish taste even more exquisite.

“Hey Princess I’m home-“

He could hear the muffled sounds of the tv coming from the living room. The silhouette of your body resting against the back of the worn out brown leather couch, with your arm wrapped against your daughter’s small frame. Billy’s heart swelled seeing you both totally engrossed in the film, he truly was the luckiest man alive. .

He leant over the back of the couch to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, his eyebrows knitted together when he felt your dampness of your cheek.

“Princess what’s wrong?”

“The movie”

“The lion king seriously?, come on princess I used to make you watch the shining on one of our first dates and your seriously crying at a kids movie” Billy teased, rolling his eyes at you.

“Hey, you haven’t experienced watching mufasa’s death that was heartbreaking”

“It’s true daddy, the lion died it was really sad” Kelly piped up, pouting at her dad for teasing her mom for crying.

“Oh no now that’s sad” Billy chuckled kissing her blonde curls. “How about I go and have a shower and when I come down we can watch another movie, and daddy can order us a pizza how does that sound?”

Kelly squealed in delight clasping her small hands together, she looked at you with cute wide puppy dog eyes.

“Please mommy can we have pizza? Please? Please?” She pleaded, her voice raising in octaves with each word, till her voice was barely audible.

You smiled “of course we can sweetie” you chuckled, gently tickling the sides of Kelly’s ribs causing her to squeal in laughter.

“Now go and get your shower daddy”

“Okay little miss bossy” Billy teased holding his arms in mock surrender from his daughter’s blunt choice of words. “She gets it from her mother”

You scoffed rolling your eyes at him, playfully smacking his arm

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“Thanks Billy” you softly smiled as he passed you a glass of Merlot. Scrunching up your face in a wide giddy smile as you felt his lips connecting to your cheek. Making your face blush as red as your wine.

Feeling the coldness of his wedding band under your chin, as he guided your face to look at his. Billy’s face was inches away, feeling the warmth of his breath fanning your face. He closed the distance between you both and sealed your lips in a soft tender kiss.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“All the time” he quickly pecked his lips against yours.

Billy feels that he needs to kiss you all the time just to prove that you’re real, that he had found the most beautiful woman to become his wife. Billy went through his life believing him self to be unworthy to deserve love, he learned how to settle for the scraps of human decency . But when he met you his whole world changed, he felt like you were sent from heaven above, you made him believe that he could be worthy of love.

“I picked the film daddy” Kelly piped up from her spot on the carpet by the tv, with a pile of vhs tapes scattered around her. She excitedly ran to the couch with a tape in hand.

Billy chuckled as he walked around the couch to sit in the middle of you both. Popping open the tab of his beer taking a sip as Kelly thrusted the tape in his hands. Shaking her knee in anticipation watching as her dad scanned the vhs tape, awaiting his response.

“Mary Poppins?” He questioned looking at the brightly coloured cover.

“Please it’s one of my favourite films?”

“Will it make mommy cry?” He joked nudging you in the ribs with his elbow

“Haha you’re so funny”

The rest of the evening was spent watching different movies picked out by your daughter. Billy smiled as he watched you and Kelly singing along to all the songs in the films, very out of tune but that’s what added to the endearment of the situation. Watching as Kelly sat with wide eyes as she became transfixed by the movie despite this being the 5th time she’s watched the film. Watching as you sat with your head resting on the curve of his shoulder with your hand on his chest, how your wedding ring caught the light from the tv made his heart swell. As he was completely and utterly in love with you, you have both been married for 4 years and he believes that you become more beautiful as each day goes by.

Smiling softly to himself for he has finally found the love he never had.

A/N: god I love him. Should I make this a small series? Creating one shots based on high school sweethearts? Also should I release my Billy playlist that I listen to when I write for him? My requests are still open

#stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things billy #Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x yn #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove imagine

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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years

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Ride

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

Summary: Billy is on his way to make it up to you after an argument but something dark is waiting for him along the way. (Based on Ride by Lana Del Ray).

A/N: Billy owns this song and Born to Die, Lana told me so herself !!!! Honestly poured my soul into this and broke my own heart along the way so apologies for all the angst coming your way.

I've been out on that open road You can be my full time, daddy, white and gold Singing blues has been getting old You can be my full time, baby, hot or cold

“That’s right, ya piece of shit, run away when things just get that little bit too tough for ya!” Neil hurled at Billy as he scampered out of the house, desperately fumbling his car keys in his hands. Billy’s heart was beating so hard and fast that he feared it was going to break through his ribs and rip his chest open.

“I’m coming, baby,” He mumbled over and over like a prayer, finally finding enough control over his actions to unlock the car and get in the driver’s seat. “I’m coming.”

You fidgeted in your room, waiting for him. The window lay open which permitted entry to the cold air and it engulfed you in an empty embrace, making the wait more agonising. The dark sky dotted with a few stars and the obscured figures of trees should have been the background to your Billy climbing in through the window. Instead, it was a bleak void of nothingness. You stared at the window, willing him to come to you.

Any minute, you reasoned with yourself. Any minute now, he’ll be here.

Billy slammed his foot on the gas pedal, the tape of his last drive blaring through the speakers in a deafening attack. He quickly turned the music off, needing the silence to think. It was only 20 minutes to your house if he took a shortcut down the long road on the outskirts rather than driving through town.

“I’m coming, baby. Don’t worry, I’m coming.”

He’d promised you that day at the pool that he’d come and see you that night. You just needed to give him a chance to make it up to you after the explosive argument you’d had a few days prior. He was going to prove it to you that he was better than that and he could be better, for you.

“Leave your window open, please. I’ll be there.” Billy had pleaded with you. As much as you felt like you should have pushed him away, there was something about the way his eyes turned glassy and how his face scrunched up in despair. You couldn’t deny him when he looked at you like that.

Now, you fixated on your open window and braced the chill, waiting for him to come and make his case.

Billy hadn’t registered anything his dad had yelled at him but instead frantically reviewed his options for an escape plan. Once he’d settled on a way out, he’d pushed past his dad and out the door. A vase followed after him and ricocheted off his back, falling to the ground where it shattered.

It hurt like hell but Billy didn’t care. It was temporary. If he didn’t get to you and make things right, he might as well descend into the fiery pits and accept his fate as a lost soul.

Don't break me down

I've been travelin' too long I've been trying too hard

Billy anxiously shuffled in his seat, almost embarrassed to look at himself in the rear-view mirror. He tapped his thumb off the steering wheel and swallowed thickly, toying with the idea that this might have all been in vain. You didn’t actually owe him anything. You were entitled to listen to what he had to say and then kick him out, telling him you never wanted to see him again.

He shook his head violently, as if to banish the very thought. It wasn’t over until it was over.

Clearing his throat, he decided to work on what he was going to say to win you back but inspiration failed him. Every word, sentence or paragraph that came into his head simply wasn’t good enough. It didn’t convey how he had spent the last few days after the argument wallowing in self-pity and how he had hated himself for raising his voice to you. He was only too aware of how threatened and small he felt when his dad shouted at him. The idea that he’d made you feel like that was too much to bear.

“Hey baby, remember that time we went to the beach.” Billy said aloud in his own little rehearsal. “You hired me a surfboard and you watched me.” He smiled to himself thinking of the memory that he had held so dear.

“I hadn’t done it in a while, so I kept falling over. But you just smiled and told me to get back up again. You didn’t rush me or tell me that anyone was gonna be mad if I took any longer. You gave me all the time in the world.”

It had been the first time in too long that when Billy didn’t get something right first time, no one had berated him for it. There was no Neil tutting and sighing at him, causing dread to settle at the pit of his stomach. There was no teacher giving him a disappointed frown or looking at him like he was hopeless. Even better, he didn’t feel the need to be self-deprecating or insist that he should have been better.

When he fell off that surfboard, he was met with your kind smile and encouragement. “It’s okay, honey, try again.”

You had taken his aviator sunglasses off of him and tried them on for yourself, flashing him a cheeky grin, which had made him bashful. His cheeks hurt where he couldn’t resist the smile that stretched across his face as he looked at you; in the warm glow of golden hour, wearing his sunglasses and watching him surf. Either he’d swallowed too much saltwater or God herself was really standing before him and giving him the time of day.

“I like these a bit too much, babe, might not give you them back.” You chuckled.

“Keep ‘em. They look better on you.”

Billy sighed to his empty car and prayed that you would forgive him. “I’m sorry, baby. I should have been more patient with you, the way you were with me that day.”

I hear the birds on the summer breeze

I drive fast I am alone at midnight

The drive was excruciating. Whilst he had reasoned with himself that it would only be 20 minutes and the roads were clear, it still seemed to take an age. He hated the idea of you waiting for him, wondering to yourself if he had changed his mind.

Putting his foot to the floor, he sent out a mental appeal in hopes that you would be able to read his mind and know that he was coming.

Despite his attempts to transmit a message through an invisible signal, you still sat staring out into the bleak night sky, oblivious as to where he was. A quick glance at your watch told you it was close to midnight, nearly an hour gone from when Billy was meant to have arrived.

You couldn’t help the bouncing of your leg or the involuntary scratching of your arm. Images of Billy’s desperate face revolved round your mind, taunting you with the possibility that you had been taken for a fool. As much as you tried to shake them off; the inevitable questions of ‘what if he has changed his mind’ took a hold of your shoulders and shook you forcibly. You couldn’t fend them off with logic or reason.

Chewing your thumbnail, you looked down at the acceptance letters on your nightstand. One for Yale and one for UCLA. If tonight had went the way you had planned then you would be confirming your place at UCLA and you would be Billy’s ticket back to California. You would study and he would find a job. He could go to the beach whenever he wanted and inhale the fresh sea air. He hated the stench of Hawkins and craved the safety and warmth of the Californian sun. You wanted to take him away from this horrible place and his pathetic excuse of a father.

The possibility of a fight with Neil as an explanation for his lateness had occurred to you but it was quickly written off. After every fight with his dad, he would always find a way to sneak out and come to your house. You’d treat any cuts or bruises that he had and then take him in your arms, kissing the crown of his head until he fell asleep with tears running down his face.

Always, he found a way back to you after a fight. If he didn’t come, it was because he had chosen not to.

Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble, but I I've got a war in my mind So, I just ride Just ride, I just ride, I just ride

If he could just get to end of this country road, then it would be just be a few quick turns and he would have reached you. He was on the home straight.

That was until something came smashing through the windscreen, causing Billy to panic and swerve off the road. His body jolted to the side and he smacked his head off the window.

Grunting and blinking, he looked up and assessed the damage of his car. “Piece of shit.” He muttered repeatedly, hitting his hand off the dashboard. A sharp pain permeated through his skull and when he put his fingertips to his forehead, he could feel the blood of a fresh wound.

“Dammit.” He groaned, this time assaulting the steering wheel. He opened the door and clambered out of the car, circling round it and assessing the irreparable damage that had been caused.

At this point he was flustered and frustrated, violently kicking the car and chanting “piece of shit” at it despite how unproductive that was. This further setback on his way to you was eating away him angrily and he looked up at the sky, wishing there was some way he could get a message to you.

“I am still coming. Please, just hang on for me, okay?”

The engine had been damaged in the crash and smoke danced in the air around the bonnet. Billy walked round to inspect the damage and attempt to formulate a plan when he noticed something peculiar in the cracks where the windscreen had been smashed. He dabbed his fingers on the substance and analysed the disgusting mucus texture as it stretched when he flexed his hands.

“What the hell?” He whispered.

Suddenly, he felt the presence of something or someone scatter behind him and a new type of anxiety took purchase in his body. He swung round in hopes to catch the sneaky creature out, puffing his chest out with all his might in hopes of intimidating the poor bastard who dared try to scare him.

“Who’s there?!” He shouted into the darkness, taking uncertain steps forward and darting his eyes round like a hawk. “Hey! I said who’s there?!”

That’s when an unknown source wrapped round his ankle, dragging him to the ground and pulling him backwards into the abandoned building behind him. Billy screamed and yelled so loudly his voice grew hoarse, only there was no one around to hear him and come to his aid.

Amongst being dragged along the floor he manged to hold on to an archway and desperately tried to pull his ankle back from his captor. He remembered the time he’d rented The Shining for you both to watch and how you teased him – not for being scared but rather for pretending he wasn’t. He had protested all night that he wasn’t scared but any sudden movement had him flinching.

“Baby, just admit it! You’re terrified!” You had roared in laughter as he audibly gasped at the scene where Jack Nicholson launched his head through the door.

“I am not!” He grumbled back at you but still held on to you that little bit tighter. Just for good measure.

He wished you could see him now and that you would come and save him from this horrifying monster. He would admit to you until he was blue in the face that he was scared, just as long as you were there to protect him from whatever it was this creature had planned for him. If you could find your way to this archway, saintlike and strong, you’d be able to free him from this.

But you never came and it didn’t take long for the monster to overpower Billy. His hands slipped from the archway, pulling him downwards into the lair of the Mind Flayer.

Don’t leave me now

Don't say goodbye Don't turn around Leave me high and dry

By 2 a.m. you’d given up on any notion that Billy was coming that night. A bloodcurdling rage caused you to swing your window shut with a slam, locking it so that the monster, Billy Hargrove couldn’t get to you. Tears of frustration streamed down your puffy cheeks as you planted your palms on your dresser and with one furious sweep, threw everything to the floor.

Everything came to a crash in a pointless mess. Items collided with each other mid-air and then scattered apart on the floor, much like your hurt, sadness and exasperation.

Billy’s sunglasses lay amongst the rubble, staring back at your panting and bitter frame. Squeezing your eyes shut and putting your hands to your head, you tried to fight the tears off but it just inspired more to fall.

You remembered when Billy had driven you out to a lake in the woods on a hot summer day. He had found a tyre swing which you had gladly got on as he pushed you. The two of you laughed like children and as you were pushed further and further into the air on the swing you felt an eternal sense of youth. It was as though nothing could ever be bad after this. You and Billy had found your own slice of heaven.

The rain crudely interrupted your carefree day and it wasn’t long until it came crashing down in an aggressive downpour. Still giggling like kids, Billy tugged your hand back to the car as you made a pointless attempt to shield yourselves from the rain with your arms.

Once safe in the car, both of you looked at each other and erupted into more giggles. Billy’s hair was soaked and plastered to his face. His sunglasses that you were sporting were dotted with water droplets and steamed up, impairing your vision. He smirked and pulled them off your face.

It was like looking into the face of an angel. The laughter stopped and his lips parted slightly, gently caressing your soft and wet cheek with his thumb. He swallowed thickly, taking in the celestial being before him and respected your divinity by giving you a look of upmost adoration.

“What?” You had chuckled at Billy’s sudden intensity.

“I just fucking love you.” He answered with a whisper, staring at your lips.

“I love you too.”

Both of his hands had found their way to your cheeks, pulling you in softly and kissing you intently. Your hands tangled in his damp hair and tugged a little, causing him to whine and deepen the kiss. The rain outside battered against the car like an attack but you both were safe inside, sheltered against the brutal weather together.

When you pulled back, your foreheads met and you both caught your breath back. His thumb returned to your cheek and continued its worshipping caress along your cheekbone. You stared into his eyes knowing it would make him sheepish. Your success was confirmed as he dipped his head to avert your gaze and he chuckled to himself.

“Me and you are forever. I’ll never leave you.” He had said and put his sunglasses back on your lap. It was a promise he’d fully intended to keep.

Without any evidence to the contrary, all you’d been left with was an evening wasted watching the window and his sunglasses that lay on your floor taunting you. You lifted your leg up and brought it down with an extreme force, which split the glasses in half between the lenses and made a sickening crack sound.

You flopped helplessly to the floor at the side of your bed. Your body shook with violent sobs and you hauled your knees close to your chest. Convulsing physically, emotionally and mentally; you had wondered how the Billy who had once looked at you like you were God could now make you feel this weak and unwanted.

I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy I'm tired of driving 'til I see stars in my eyes All I've got to keep myself sane, baby So I just ride, I just ride

Unbeknownst to him how, Billy managed to pull himself away from the monster the second he was given an ounce of leeway. He clumsily tripped over and pulled himself back up again, running with as much force as his large limbs would allow.

He frantically got into his car and sped off in the opposite direction of your house, plagued with the disturbing visions of what had just happened to him. He drove with a different type of desperation than before as the terror sunk in deeper and deeper, taking a hold of his lungs and making him gasp for air.

On the side of the road, he spotted a lit up telephone box like an oasis in the desert. Surely, he would be able to procure himself some safety if he’d be able to just alert someone to the dreadful events he’d just endured.

Billy stopped the car and charged towards the box, grabbing the phone from its hook and dialling in the numbers with incredible urgency.

The only sound he could hear when he pressed the phone to his ear was his own ragged breathing and the banal ringing. When the voice asked “911, what’s your emergency?”, Billy couldn’t help but relive his trauma from mere moments ago.

He’d been dragged down into a basement full of squeaking rats. He had suffered a large tentacle spreading across his face and suctioning on his life source. Despite Billy’s shrieking and flailing, the monster only stopped when it had taken from him what it wanted and replaced in him the tools that it needed for its grand purpose.

Billy came to the horrifying realisation that no one was going to believe him and slowly dropped the phone. The lights in the box above him flickered, ready for his next round of torment.

He emerged from the telephone box into a Hawkins that was dark and unruly. Dust mites swirled round in the air and a deep fog settled over what was once a clear night sky. Thunder crashed and red lightning danced, creating a source of light that had been deprived from the streetlights.

Billy stumbled forwards, coming across a group of people making his way towards him. He asked them with distrust and fear in his voice; “what do you want?”

When they didn’t answer, he mustered up as much confidence as he could and demanded; “hey, I said what do you want?!”

He continued to head towards them, determined to understand this mob and their intentions. After his ordeal, he was struggling with what resolve he had left to defend himself.

Meeting him halfway was an exact replica of himself, only without the gore and dirt on his body that Billy had from the monster attack. A clean and fresh version stared back at him like a reflection. It made his heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

“What do you want?!” Billy asked again, agonised over the silence and the unknown.

“To build.” His doppelganger responded in a voice that wasn’t his. “I want you to build.”

“To build what?”

“What you see.”

“I don’t understand.” Billy said but was transported back to the Hawkins he knew. The open road stretched out in front of him with no mob in sight. The streetlights were switched back on; the thunder and lightning stopped. He was alone.

“I don’t understand!” He yelled again yet made his way back to his car.

Billy started to drive with a new divine purpose. With no specified destination, he drove down the open and empty road, trying to understand and piece together what his mission was to be for his new God.

A tiny piece of him tried to scream that there was a reason he’d gotten into his car that night and that she was now sobbing into her pillow, willing herself to try and sleep so that she might escape the pain of rejection. This voice was quickly silenced by Billy’s new sacred assignment, which was about to take priority over anything else.

Billy continued his journey, driving miles away from the direction of your house, and from you.

I've got a war in my mind I just ride Just ride, I just ride, I just ride

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Assertive | Billy Hargrove

Passive, as told from Billy’s POV.

- Stranger Things

- Passive. Reader’s POV

- x Reader (Y/N)

- Part Two. Part Three.

❪ FEM! ❫ ❪ original prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ’ ❫

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𖥻 Billy Hargrove x FEM!reader, in which William “Billy” Hargrove is pushed to his limit by some girl he just met in his Biology class. OR in which Billy‘s charming act doesn’t fool you in the slightest.

𖥻 No connection to Stranger Things series timeline. 4.9k words

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With my seat turned towards the back of the classroom, I was talking to Tommy. I honestly didn’t like this kid. He was just another rich prick who thinks he’s the best because his parents can afford to send him to an ivy league school, they’ll have to bribe the administrators since he was dumb as dog shit. Carol walked back to the desk, taking her seat and practically throwing herself at her boyfriend.

Their relationship annoyed me for a multitude of reasons. Carol would flirt with other people and Tommy was oblivious, even when she would do it right in front of his face. Tommy almost always had his tongue down her throat, I am in no position to judge someone’s relationship but I don’t think they’re really a ‘happy couple’ if they only have a physical relationship.

Of course, all my relationships are physical. Dating never seemed appealing to me, why would I need one girl when I can have them all?

Spinning back to the front of the class, I tuned out whatever the teacher was saying and eyed the clock. Getting my lighter from my pocket as I mindlessly drummed my fingers on the table.

Beside me was Fred Benson, I would usually never want to be seen sitting with someone like him. But i’m exchange for not beating on him, he took notes for me in all the classes we had together. He pushed a notebook that had my name scribbled across the front back towards me as if he knew the bell was going to sound a half second later.

Tommy patted my back as he stood and went towards the door, Carol winking at me before rushing after him. I rolled my eyes and held an unlit cigarette between my teeth, flicking my lighter until I finally saw the small flame.

Puffing out some smoke, I rolled my shoulders and grabbed the book. Giving Fred a tight nod before walking out of biology lab.

People in the halls either waved at me or looked the other way, there was no in-between. They were scared or they wanted to be seen with me.

I carelessly threw the book into my locker before slamming the door, a few girls waving at me flirtatiously but I had no energy to sleep with one of them tonight.

It would be easy to pick them up because the girls at this school acted like I was a vibrator and they didn’t have any other sources of relief.

Walking out of the doors I smiled at the sight of my car, it stood out in the parking lot. Perfect unscathed midnight blue paint, and yellow California plates making it a spectacle alongside the beige Indiana plates and majority rusted vehicles.

I leaned against the drivers side door, using my sleeve to wipe some dirt off the side mirror as I smoked and waited for Max. I wanted to drive home and leave her here, she had a skateboard and knew the way, but my dad didn’t like the last time I did that.

I heard the plastic wheels scrapping along the cement and flicked away my cigarette butt. Once I heard her shut the door, I let out an exasperated sigh and climbed in.

The engine purred and my music began blaring, Max reacted to the sudden loud sound but I didn’t turn it down, instead tapping my hands on the wheel before pressing my foot to the gas and speeding as gas as possible away from Hawkins High School.

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This town must have been so dull before I got here, the people acted like I was a hero. Conquering girls day after day. They hadn’t heard from me all weekend and assumed that meant I spent both Saturday and Sunday with a girl, I wasn’t going to deny it. That was much better than the truth, that I had acted as a chauffeur for my step-sister and spent my time alone in the house.

Tommy was sitting alone, the empty seat beside him that Carol would usually take now available for me to sit in. But where was she? I looked around and saw her, she was sitting with another boy and smacking her gum.

Although I think Carol was likely the kind of person to cheat on Tommy, and that he would do the same to her, I wasn’t bothered that she hadn’t sat with him. I walked to the table and pulled the chair out, only for to feeling a hand on my shoulder.

I was in no mood for a morning rendezvous.

With intentions of rejecting the poor girl trying to capture my attention, I turned to look at her and was surprised to see the teacher who’s name I hadn’t bothered to learn.

“Mr Hargrove. Your seat is over there, with your partner” She pointed towards a seat at the back of the class. A girl sat at the table with a pair of headphones on and her eyes glued out the window.

Tommy looked at her and then back at me, raising his eyebrows and waiting for me to either sit or walk away. I wasn’t exactly sure I liked Tommy so I had not issues in sitting away from him, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to spend today having this girl fawning over me.

I sighed and pushed the seat back in, walking over to the table. I got a better look at the girl, she wasn’t unattractive. Actually, it surprised me somewhat that I hadn’t seen her before. She was definitely one of the more appealing girls at this school, I had already made my way through the ‘hottest’ girls in Hawkins and she was above them in many ways.

Okay, maybe I wouldn’t mind a rendezvous.

“Hey” I smirked, giving her body a quick check to make sure she didn’t just have a pretty face. I nodded my head at her and she kept her eyes on the window. Had she not heard me? Or was there something else she was looking at?

I couldn’t see anything out the window, just the empty football field, trees and cloudy sky. That’s definitely less exciting than I am.

The teacher clapped her hands together and smiled at the class of tired students “Alright!”

The girl beside me took her headphones off and pushed the cassette player away from her slightly, making me raise an eyebrow. She heard that?

I tuned out whatever the teacher was saying, looking at the girl as she slightly pursed her lips and sighed before rolling her eyes and grabbing one of the small plastic disks from the tray at the front of our table.

She pulled the microscope towards her, struggling slightly at the weight of it.

She tucked a piece of hair that fell in front of her eyes behind her ear and looked into the microscope for a second, adjusting the dials on the side.

No headphones, no pretending not to hear me. “Hey” I repeat.

“Hello” The girl kept her eyes on her notebook, scribbling down a few things and not even glancing at me. Scoffing, I wondered what about this plastic was so interesting that I was being treated like I meant nothing to her.

Grabbing the microscope, I looked into it and my confusion only grew. She wanted to look at little specs?

“What the fuck is that?” I muttered aloud, moving so I could look at her for an answer.

She grabbed the microscope, looking in it for a few seconds before picking up her pen again.

“It’s Prophase. The first stage of mitosis” I thought we were learning about Cells? “The topic we’ve been working on for almost 2 months.”

I knew nothing about Biology, but something I knew a fair about about was Music.

“What are you listening to?” I changed the subject, reaching past her to try and see the tape in her player but i’m stopped. Her hand is raised, stopping me from grabbing it and causing my mind to go completely blank. Only able to open and close my mouth as she switching the plastic disk and looked in the microscope again.

“Fourth phase. Anaphase” She says to herself, writing again.

I had jet to move, her hand was so delicate, so much smaller than mine. I wanted to catch it in my own and just compare. I finally move my hand back and she drops hers only her lap, continuing like nothing had happened but it felt like there was a tiny man dancing on my stomach and I hated it.

“Metaphase” She smiled, her smile lighting up her eyes and making my breath hitch for a second. It was a smile that could make a man weak in the knees. She raised her hand and I studied her side profile, watching grabbed her notebook and pushed it towards me.

What did it say? Probably something about where to meet her. Looking down I see the ink smudged slightly and wonder if she had blue marks of ink sneered on her hand. Would I make her wash her hand before, i’m sure our sweat would make the ink transfer to my skin and I didn’t want to scrub my face in a school bathroom.

Reading carefully, I furrow my eyebrows in confusion at the message. Was she speaking in code?

Looking back up at her, the teacher has joined up at our desk and is looking between us carefully. “Yes?”

“We’re done” The girl looks at me, her smile instantly flattering and using her head to gesture towards the open book.

Was this just science stuff? “Uh. 1 was Prophase, 2 Anaphase, and 3 Metaphase.”

The older woman smiles and gives us a nod, pulling away the tray of plastic disks “Nice work, I knew you would be a good pair.”

Beside me, the girl sharply exhaled out of her nose- almost a huff- and takes the book from my hands.. She reaches for her headphone again and I can’t take it anymore.

I wanted to hook up with her, so why wasn’t she trying anything? Was she blind? She slips her headphones back on and presses play but I quickly press stop before my brain can make sense of what i’m doing.

“Don’t you know who I am?”

“Yup.” She nods. Oh. She was going to say it now, tell me how she fantasies about hearing me say her name. “I just don’t care”

The bell sounded and she practically jumped out of her seat, disappearing into the hall and leaving me slightly dumbfounded. Don’t care? But how, every boy wanted what I had, wanted to be me or befriend me. And the girls- oh the girls- They were waiting for their turn, telling their friends every little detail and begging for me to touch them.

She was a girl. So what does she mean she doesn’t care?

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All day i’d been off my game, not that I had wanted to pick up a girl today but it felt like I couldn’t. I didn’t know what was going on until I looked up during Lunch and saw my biology partner squeezing through the crowd of people.

Somehow, she had gotten in my head and made me doubt myself. She wasn’t the first girl ever to not want me, and I understand that i’m not exactly perfect. Hell, even my own mother didn’t want anything to do with me. But she was a teenage girl, and teenage girls loved me, which means she was probably playing hard to get just so that I would be interested in her.

I rolled my eyes as Carol throw herself at Tommy in front of me, putting my hands in my pockets and looking around the hallway. I saw her, unlocking her locker and watched as she moved a loose strand of hair off her face. It stuck to her lipgloss and I almost smiled at the sour face she made.

None of the group of people around me even noticed as I stepped away from them and towards the girl. I took a sharp breath and leaned down to her ear.

“You don’t care?”

She jumped, not very high but she still jumped. Startling me enough to make me stand up straight, watching as she put a hand to her chest.

“Oh my god. What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“If you’re trying to get my attention, congratulations, you did it.” I’m surprise she wasn’t tired after running around in my head all day trying to get under my skin, she got what she wanted. She was consuming my thoughts and i’m sure she’d be out of breath later anyway.

“What? You’re so full of yourself, I do not give a shit about you or anyone else in this godforsaken town” She harshly turned and began to walk away from me, right out the large open doors and towards the bus stop.

Groaning at how stubborn she was bean, I jog to catch up with her. She’d already gotten what she wanted, me actually running after how. Now can we just sleep together and move on?!

“Yeah, sure. I believe you. I’m in a charitable mood. i’ll throw you a bone, you’re not exactly below my standards.” That was the truth, she was definitely above my standards, especially for Hawkins. Not that I had low standards, I just knew that a lot of the girls here were terribly awful.

“That’s disgusting” She spat, quickening her pace and I stopped walking. She was serious.

This hadn’t all been some flirtatious game to get me to think about her, it was an actual confession that she disliked me.

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Without Biology today, I had to find a time to find her. I’d spent all of yesterday afternoon thinking about what it was that made her hate me. Steve Harrington hated me because I was better than him, Nancy Wheeler hated me because she liked Steve, and that freak Jonathan Byers hated me because he liked Nancy.

I remembered where her locker was from yesterday, and at the end of the day I leaned up against it. Twiddling my thumbs as I waited for her to get out of class.

“Hi Billy” Some girl giggled, twirling her hair around her finger and looking at me seductively. This was how girls treated me, further assuring me that my biology partner was insane.

“Hi” I smirked back at her, she bit down on her lip and I quickly looked her up and down, she was a little taller than i’d like. But she was okay. Long legs that she’d probably wrap around me.

There was a huff beside me and I looked at the girl i’d almost forgotten I was waiting for. “Move” she says harshly.

The taller girl narrows her eyes and throws her hair over her shoulder, opening her mouth to snap at her, but I roll my eyes. Girls fighting is fine, especially if it’s over me, but I didn’t want to be here longer than necessary. Moving off her locker, she swings the door open, letting it hit me in the arm and I growl at her instinctively.

She’s quick to sort her things out, shutting the door and heading off quickly. Not even caring what the other girl had to say, I follow after her. “Let me drive you home, sweetheart”

“I’m sorry— Do you not know my name?”

I scoff, feeling defensive “Of course I do. It’s…”

She stops in her tracks, beginning to tap her foot and crosses her arms over chest. I didn’t know her name. She had consumed my thoughts for 2 days and yet I hadn’t realised that her name still alluded me.

“Goodbye” She spits, walking away again. What is it with this girl and not wanting me around her. I easily catch up with her again, putting my hand to her back and ignoring the shivers that shoot up my back at the feeling of heat emitting from her body. “Stop touching me”

I almost laugh, putting my hand quickly back into my pocket and leaning against the large door. “Never heard that before”

She pointed a finger at me, her face scrunched slightly as she tried to seem intimidating. Smirking, I watched her face getting redder and had to stop myself from thinking about all the other things that could make her blush like that. “You should get used to it, because girls aren’t always going to throw themselves at you. They’re going to realise that you are a self centred idiot who’ doesn’t respect anyone, and that they deserve so much better.”

My eyes adjusted and I saw the bus she had gotten on yesterday closing it’s doors, giving me the perfect opportunity to spend some time with her and make her regret disliking me.

“What?!” She yelled, noticing that her rant had no effect on me.

Pulling my keys from my pocket, I spin the keyring around my finger and gesture behind her. “Sure you don’t want that ride home?”

She raises an eyebrow and look at the bus as it pulls away. Her hair blowing in the slight wind before she runs a rough hand through it and starts to stomp towards the parking lot.

I smiled. A genuine smile. It only lasted a brief moment before I stopped myself and took a few large strides so I could walk beside her. It was only now that I remembered Max.

How could I hook up with the angry girl if I had my step sister with me. Max met my eyes and I nodded for her to get in the back, she sighed and opened the door. Pulling the seat forward and preparing to get in.

“No, it’s okay.” Biology girl smiled, and her smile lit up her eyes again. Why did I so desperately want her to smile at me like that, it seemed like everyone else got that look except me. I could look at any girl in his parking lot and she would smile at me like I just told her the best news of her life but I didn’t want that, I wanted her smile and it was making me feel sick.

“Get in the car” I say to Max, both of us climbing into the car and closing the doors. Quickly, I adjust the mirror so that I can see her face “Where’s your house?”

Max laughs “Are you serious?”

“Shut up” I say to her. She had no right or reason to laugh right now.

“She lives next to us” Max looks down at her skateboard between her knees, using her finger to spins one of the wheels.

Oh. What? So had Max recognised her, how did she know about this girl that lived so close I wouldn’t even need to drive to hook up with her, but I had never seen her face. Smacking my lips and nodding my head, I start the car and begin away from the school at a fast speed.

As i’m drumming my hands on the sterling wheel, she leans forward. Her face right next to mine but not looking at me, she’s looking at Max. I could smell her, I didn’t want to be she smelt so good it was intoxicating.

“I really don’t want to be here, don’t worry” She apologised, what did she have to say sorry to Max for? She hadn’t done anything wrong “I like your sneakers”

Max noticed me staring and I quickly looked back ahead of me at the road, glancing in the mirror again to watch their interaction. “Oh. Thank you…?”

“Y/N” She smiled.

And I almost gasped. Y/N. Y/N! Y/N. Snapping my fingers together I took a deep breath, I didn’t care to learn the girls names when I slept with them but I need her name to make her like me.

Y/N roller her eyes “That’s him learning my name.”

“I’m Max” The redhead smiled softly, and Y/N nodded before leaning back in the backseat and looking out the window as we zoomed past trees houses and empty plots of land. There was nothing exciting to see and I hoped she’d realise that the real view was me driving.

Turning up the stereo, I saw her look at me briefing before shifting in her seat and looking back out the window.

Max looks at me and I raise an eyebrow at her, she just shrugs and looks back ahead like nothing happened.

Our street was long, most of the houses small, well built but often poorly maintained. And I wondered which one Y/N lived in. She struck me as someone who lived in Loch Nora, maybe she was pretty because her family could afford to make her look like that.

Parking, Max gets out of the vehicle and moves the seat for Y/N, she mutters the softest sweetest ‘thank you’ i’ve ever heard and I swallow before unbuckling my seatbelt.

She throws her bag over her shoulder and turns towards the street, making me frown. “Aren’t you coming in?” I stand quickly, resting my arms on the roof of the car.

She doesn’t turn back as she answers me “What part of ‘I DONT LIKE YOU’ wasn’t clear?”

Just because you don’t like me doesn’t mean you don’t want to sleep with me.

“Can I drive you to school tomorrow?”

“No!”

Sighing to myself, I watch her as she walks. Not even noticing that Max is already inside the house. Y/N only walks three houses down, I can still see her as she opens her front door. I was going to make her like me, this was my new form of entertainment.

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I don’t think i’ve ever used my locker for more that 15 seconds since I got here, but finding Y/N at hers was easy. I put my hand on the locker beside her, trying to stand a little taller than her.

“Why do you hate me?” My voice comes out lower than I intended and she notices it, here eyes flash with something but I can’t quite read what she’s feeling because.

“Go away”

No. She’s not getting away that easily. Everyone here, minus a few people of course, likes me. She hated me and we never even met so I was worth more than a simple ‘go away’ from her. “Answer.”

“Because you’re rude, and arrogant, and I saw the way you talk to Max. You’re inconsiderate and treat women like they’re made to serve you.”

Arrogance? Seriously, she didn’t hate me she hated the way she perceived me. “Is that it?”

Her eyebrows knit together and I hear her scoff quietly. With her eyebrows furrowed there a few small wrinkles on her face and I think it’s… cute? “You keep forcing me to be around you when I clearly don’t want to, you—“

Unable to stop myself, I put my finger on the wrinkles. She reacts by practicing freezing under my touch, her eyes wide as she looks at me.

I lick my lips, watching her eyes dart to my lips before coming back to my eyes and I smile. I’m going to make you like me. You’re going to beg for my attention”

Her jaw almost dropped, and she hit my hand away for its position against the lockers.“It seems like I already have it”

“Y/N” I breath, tired of this struggle already.

She shakes her head and puts her palms flat against my chest, making me shudder. Girls didn’t touch me, they wanted me to touch them, it was an unfamiliar but welcome feeling. I wanted to grab her and pull her so we were pressed against one another, I didn’t even want to kiss her just look at her.

I realised that she was trying to push me away, so I let her so that I can try to understand what I was feeling was just hormones since I hadn’t been physical with anyone for- oh my god- Almost a week.

“We’re late for class” Is all she says, walking down the corridor towards the lab. I chuckle, maybe this was going to be fun.

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“Where have you been lately, man?” Tommy asks, scrubbing his body with soap. I was hurriedly showering so that I could get out to beat Y/N to her locker. I wonder if she’ll be angry at me, she’s kind of cute when she’s angry.

“Busy, you know” I shrug casually. This was the first time that I was thinking about a girl in the shower and not being kind of a pervert about it. “Bye”

I turned off the water and wrapped my towel around myself, pulling my clothes over my still wet body as I heard the bell ringing.

There must have been something about me today because girls seemed to float towards me like one of those cartoons when the characters smell something cooking.

Y/N squeeze her way to her locker and I waited, tuning out whatever girl was prattling on about god knows what.

She closed her locker and with a wave of my hand it was like POOF the girls were gone. I smiled as I walked beside her “Hey. Can I take you home?” My home, your home, lover lake even.

“No, thanks”

“Come on, it’ll be fun”

“I think i’d have at least the tiniest bit of respect for you if you understood what ‘no’ meant.”

I understand what ‘no means. I’m not a creep, i’m just very… sexually positive. Besides, I wanted her. I had thought about it too long and now having this little game to play was making me feel excited. I’d gotten bored of the regular routine I had developed with the girls in Hawkins and she was breaking me out of that, giving me a nice challenge.

“Oh sweetheart, you never take no for answer when you want something this badly”

Y/N stuck her tongue out, gagging and making me roll my eyes. Planting my feet firmly on the ground, I grabbed her hand and didn’t let her move away. Maybe this was a little in creep territory.

“Let go” She frowned at me and tried to pull her hand away. Her hand fit nicely in mine, not to small but enough so I could hold it with ease. Her hands were cold too, and I thought about grabbing her other hand and putting them on me again. It felt nice when she was touching me, even if she was trying to push me away. Oh, that’s definitely creepy.

“Don’t get on the bus” I pleaded. Hearing my own voice I felt weak, I was begging her not to go and I didn’t want to be doing that.

She glared at me and my grip on her hand loosened in fear I was hurting her. Was I acting crazy? She was another girl I wanted to use as a distraction a few days ago and now I was enjoying holding her hand.

She pulled her hand away “Billy.”

Had she ever said my name before? It sounded nice, even though she was trying to explode my mind with her eyes. I shook my head free of the messy thoughts and smirked at her.

“Say my name like that again, I like it” Y/N turns away, walking to the disgusting bus again. My car was clean and safe. Even with how recklessly I drove the bus was a bigger death trap.

Sighing and accepting that maybe, I just wanted Y/N around because she was challenging me instead of giving me exactly what I wanted, I got ahead of her and started walking backwards so I could look at her.

“Let me drive you.” I sigh “Please”

Y/N eyebrows only furrowed further, her nose scrunching up and I wanted to reach out and tap it. Maybe it would wriggle like a rabbits nose.

“If you’re trying to prove a point to someone just lie and tell them whatever it is you need to say”

I stop. Y/N almost physically running into me but managing to catch herself “What?”

Did she think I was just going to tell people we had sex? I had never explicitly told anyone about my ‘adventures’, the girls would always tell their friends, who would tell their boyfriends, who would then congratulate me.

I didn’t try to stop anyone from knowing what was going on because if people saw me and a girl walking to my car they could just assume.

“You know, the fucking cliche.” She puts a hand on her hip, inadvertently making me look down at her waist. “Popular hot jock gets dared by his asshole friends to make an advance on some loser. Tell them whatever you want”

Hot?

“Y/N, my friends don’t even know you exist.” That came out harsher than expected. But, it also amused me, it was true and they had no clue since they only ever stayed wrapped up in their own lives. “I just need to make you like me for my own personal gain. Plus, then you’ll beg me to forgive all the times you berated me”

She stared at me, studying my face and for some reason I felt uncomfortable. It felt like there was something on my face that she wasn’t telling me about. Y/N hums and goes the opposite direction, towards my car, giving Max a small wave.

‘Popular hot jock’ Hmm, was that a generalisation or her own thoughts? For reason I wasn’t yet ready to think about, I decided to believe it was the latter.

Smiling, I move so I can duck down and whisper in her ear “You really think i’m hot?”

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to be continued… !

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