#soft billy hargrove

[starlightandfairies]

Insecure Summer ~Billy Hargrove~

Description: The reader is insecure about her body, she's at the pool and some girls decide to make her feel worse and Billy is there to help in the aftermath.

Warnings: Swearing, hints that the reader is a virgin, angst, fluff, soft Billy, insecurities such as stretch marks and scarring from eczema, she/her pronouns, mean girls

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of View

Word Count: 1,920

First Person's POV

I had my cover-up over my bikini, I didn't like swimming around lots of people, and I didn't like being stared at in judgement by the mums and the teens who either judged or hunted for a bang. I sat on the edge of the pool where there weren't many people, swaying my feet in the water, ignoring the laughs of the children and the scolds of the mothers. It was too hot, and the concrete was burning my skin but it was better than needing to swim around in the water with everyone pushed up against each other like it was some teen party. I also wasn't comfortable with my body, so having to be around all these people did not make me happy. The lifeguards had recently swapped, so it was no longer Heather on the job but 'bad boy' Hargrove. 

Obviously, the mothers checked him out, usually, he'd give them a flirtatious reply but he only gave them a devilish smile. His eyes were solely focused on me and I didn't like that. I've never seen him so dedicated to someone, especially someone that was like me. Billy crouched down beside me and hummed slightly, I glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, the back of my legs becoming numb due to the burning sensation. 

"Hey, there, why aren't you in the pool? Doll?" 

"I just don't want to be," I whispered, freezing as I felt his fingertips graze across my arm, his sunglasses fell off his eyes and a chuckle escaped his lips. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, he rested a hand on my back and gave me a peculiar look. 

"I think there's a different reason." He whispered, ignoring the girls that swum up closer to him, pushing up their breasts in the hope that it would get his attention. Billy was too focused on me for now, no one was walking around and little kids were being held up by their parents. 

"It's nothing to worry about," I promised, the boy scoffed slightly and he sat down beside me, I glanced back at him to see what he wanted to know. 

"I'll be sitting in that stand, I want you to tell me when you're ready." 

"Okay, Billy," I whispered, smiling slightly as he squeezed my shoulder before he left, I kicked my feet in the water softly humming gently and laughing to myself as Billy yelled at some kid. He seemed perfectly content with himself as he sat in the stand and eyed everyone. Billy's lips curled into a friendly smile as he realised I was looking at him, I blushed slightly as I watched him chuckle to himself as he caught onto my reaction. Billy and I had a very strong friendship, he wasn't the asshole he was with everyone else and he relied on me and I could rely on him. I pushed myself off the concrete, politely excusing myself as I pushed through the crowds of people. 

I walked into the girl's locker rooms, reapplied my sunscreen and I stared at myself in the mirror, my upper arms and back were covered in scars from scratching due to eczema and I didn't like people picking it. Because they did, then there were stretch marks on my hips and thighs. I liked swimming, but I hated being so exposed to heartless people. I stared at the girls that walked in, each of them giving me a bitchy snarl, I went to walk out but they blocked the entrance and gave each other evil smirks. 

"Look at her, what the fuck is that on your back!" 

"Ewww! It's on her arms as well." I stared at one as she took my cover-up and then lit it with a lighter. I glared at the girl, not making any move to get it back. 

"Are those tears?" The giggling emerged from their lips, and then a girl walked closer and stared at my legs. 

"Stretch marks as well, please, it's like you're asking to never be fucked." 

"But still, she's a prude, they have wants and needs. But what guy is going to want to touch this? This body of vile, a body that will be a fuck and leave."

"Come on, you're gonna have to spread those legs soon, we better spread the memo to the guys to take a blindfold for when they fuck. I mean if you look at the facts, we're all a piece to look at and then there's you. The ugliest girl in Hawkins, no fucking way will you be with someone who wants to look at your body while you're doing it. The ugliest girl is here, before us, crying and revealing an untouchable body." I pushed past the girls, speed walking to get my bag, this was why I wouldn't be seen often at the pool, my insecurities were picked up on and it made me feel like shit. 

My eyes were blurry due to my tears, I crashed into someone, which caused a gasp to escape my lips as I felt my feet slip from underneath me. Whoever I crashed grabbed onto me before I slipped, holding onto me tightly by my wrists. I stared at the person in shock, my lip quivering as I felt my emotions take control and stared at Billy in embarrassment. 

"Darling, what happened? Who hurt you?" He immediately asked once he saw my face, I shook my head, pushing away from him and gathered my items. 

"Y/N" He whispered gently, taking my hand before I could walk away, I didn't like crying in front of people and I didn't like that people were staring at me. 

"Billy, it's fine, don't worry," I begged, pleading with my eyes, he nodded cautiously and slowly let go of my arm. I pushed past him, walking past people as they moved in odd patterns of standing in my way. A scream escaped my mouth as I was pushed into the pool, and my arm scraped across the concrete as I landed in the water. I gasped as I broke the service, unable to touch the ground, my shoulders and above poking out. I was short, so I couldn't be in the deep end of a pool. Billy jumped in almost instantly, holding onto me as I caught my breath from my little freakout. 

"Shh, I got you, just wait by the bathroom, I'll be there in a second." He whispered into my ear, rubbing my back gently, I nodded and used his help to get out of the pool. I ignored everyone and walked over to where he said. I jumped as I heard him yell at the teens, getting up close to them all in a threatening way. Billy told Heather to keep watch as he walked over to me, holding my things in his arms, he took my hand and led me to the men's locker room and shouted to the open space. 

"Hey! Everyone out, get the fuck out now!" He shouted, scaring everyone into a scrambling mess. After everyone got out, he placed a sign at the front of the entrance to say the bathrooms were closed and then sat down by me. He threw a clean towel over my shoulders, drying my face with it as he rested the towel on my shoulders and gave a small grin. 

"Thanks, Billy," I whispered, longing for his touch as he let go of my hand. He walked to the wall, took the first-aid kit down and sat back with me. He started treating the wound, making sure to be careful as he cleaned and dealt with the blood. 

"What happened? Who's made you cry?" I frowned at his question, he cupped my face in his hands and gave me a gentle smile. 

"Just some girls, they played on my insecurities and shit. Telling me I'm ugly, that my scars and stretch marks are hideous and that no guy would want to be with me or fuck me and if they did, they shouldn't look at me while we did it. That I should just hurry up and spread my legs, so I'm not a prude anymore and that I'm a 'fuck and leave' kind of her girl." I whispered to him, sniffling as I tried to hold my emotions back once more. Billy pulled me into his chest, hugging me in a tight yet soft way. I blushed slightly as Billy kissed my forehead and then looked into my eyes. 

"Well, those bitches don't know what they're talking about. You, darling, are perfect. You have a gorgeous body more girls should be happy with having a body like yours.  You are not a 'fuck and leave' kind of girl. I think any guy would be lucky to have you and I promise you, I will hurt anyone and everyone who makes you feel this way. Y/N I really hope that whoever is your first, treats you right, these insecurities of yours, they're nothing to be insecure about, they're sexy…" I giggled at his last words, hugging Billy once again and blushed as he continued to whisper in my ear. 

"They show that you're real, that you went through a cycle of life, Y/N please don't believe anything these people say, they are not true. You are infinitely perfect, I will always believe that and I hope you will too." Billy dried my tears, giving me a reassuring smile and then took my hands, pulling me up as he went to his locker. He handed me a set of my clothes, I looked at him confused, then smiled at his words. 

"I got Heather to get your things from your locker, you can put your wet things in mine until they dry." I hugged Billy again, relaxing with the idea of having Billy at my side. 

"Thank you, Billy," I whispered, he chuckled, nodding and pointed somewhere for me to change. I dried off, changing my clothes, being careful around the large bandaid that Billy placed on the obnoxious graze. I carried my items back to Billy, he smiled at me and placed my things in it. 

"I want to take you on a date." I heard him whisper, as he turned back around to face me, I grinned at his words and nodded a little stunned, to say the least, Billy grinned happily, picked me up and spun me around. Billy took a hair tie off my wrist once he placed me down, he quickly did my hair in a surprisingly neat plait. Billy handed me his whistle, winking at my confused look. 

"Blow the whistle whenever you see a girl who said that stuff to you and I'll give them a permanent band from here." 

"You'd do that for me?" 

"Always." 

And so, as we walked out, I pointed out every girl who made me feel shitty today and Billy gave them a permanent band for the pool. He even let me sit in his lifeguard chair, as he stood at the base to keep watch over everybody. Billy spoke with me about the date he already had planned, clearly leaving out some details for a surprise.

[acozysoulwrites]

The boy who will live | B.H

Description: Billy and the reader are sitting on her bed when he begins to need some comfort.

Warnings: none!

Her window is open, white transparent curtains dancing in the breeze, sending the scent of fresh linen through the room. They are sitting on her bed facing one another. Her legs are crossed, and his messily mirrors hers, the only difference being that one leg hangs off the edge.

It is the morning after Billy ran from home. The morning after his big argument with his father and somehow, even with the darkening bruise below his jaw, he’s still beautiful.

“Then you fold it like this,” she says, folding the paper like so. Billy finally sees the swan she’s trying to make.

“Where’d you learn this?” he asks, his eyes meeting hers as he leans forward for a better look.

She’s peculiar. An odd little thing that he can’t quite get enough of. She alone might be enough to curve his cigarette craving. That’s how addicted he is.

“Well, my dad taught me” she grins, eyes dropping back to the paper swan.

Billy nods. It was so much easier with her. Easier to make conversation, easier to smile… and easier to breathe.

“What?”

He was staring again. As of late, Billy would do this thing where he’d get lost in her eyes, the color of her hair in the sun, and how she held her mouth when she was silent. It was embarrassing, to say the least.

“Sorry, just uhm- you got something there” he points to her chest, and when she looks down, he taps her nose.

“Billy!”

He smirks, but that quickly softens into a smile.

“God, you’re so beautiful” he whispers only loud enough for her to hear.

She blushes. “I’m really not,” and she means it. Billy isn’t quite sure if she can see properly, though, because to him, she’s genuinely the most beautiful girl in the world, and he doesn’t care if that’s cliche.

Suddenly, he sighs and falls backward, bouncing slightly as he hits the bed.

“What is it?”

Billy is quiet for a moment, then he speaks.

“I’m not as angry anymore because of you”.

She frowns. “is that a bad thing?”

Fuck no. It’s amazing. He’s never felt better.

“It isn’t a good thing when I’m not angry or being a fuckin’ asshole; people seem to take that as an opportunity to try and get me to open up. Vulnerability kills.”

She shakes her head and reaches behind her, where the stack of paper lies scattered on her nightstand.

“C'mere”

Billy lifts his head up, his messy curls still pushed out of his face.

“What?”

“Take this pencil and paper and write ‘i will live,’” She says simply.

Is she serious? He eyes her for a moment, and when she doesn’t pull away, he takes them into his hands.

“Okay…” he says slowly, hesitantly writing the words. “I… will… live. There.”

She reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out his wallet. Gently, she takes the paper from him and folds it. She then opens the wallet and slides the paper into the empty I.D. slot.

“There. Now, when you worry that feeling something is going to kill you, just read that”.

Billy wants to cry. He wants to wrap her into his arms and cry and smile until his face hurts. Instead, he smiles and takes it, eyeing the words closely.

“Thanks…”

“Yeah, of course” she smiles.

“I uh…” Billy pauses, his eyes meet hers, and she knows exactly what he’s trying to say.

“And I, you,” she says, “and hey” She places her hand on his shoulder. “You’ll get there.”

[pastel-pillows]

My favorite Billy headcanon is that he loves the smell of sunscreen, after you spend the day on the beach he likes to cuddle on the couch and bury his face into the skin on your neck or stomach or legs, the smell of sunscreen and sweat and water is such a soothing thing for him and while he hasn’t admitted it, yet, it brings him back to the happy times of his childhood.

If you let him lay on you long enough he’ll end up falling asleep from a combination of the exertion of the day, the scent of you and the way your hands smooth his tangled curls down while you both listen to the tv.

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Eddie’s never this late.

He’s usually pretty washy when it comes to being places on time — always either twenty minutes early or twenty minutes late, never anything between — but Gareth’s legs are actually getting sore from standing at this point.

He glances at his watch every so often, looking up and down the street for any sign of the van approaching. A couple of times, he’s considered walking to the nearest pay phone about a block or so away.

But no fucking way he’s leaving his drum kit on the curb unattended.

As if Eddie would pick up the phone anyway.

The owner of the music store has come out twice now to check in on him. Offered to have one of his guys load the stuff up for him, but Gareth declined as graciously as he could while trying to hide his festering irritation.

He saved up for months to be able to afford all of this new equipment, he absolutely cannot pay to have it delivered.

It irks him even more the closer that Eddie gets to being almost an hour late.

Just when he’s about completely fed up, having downed the entire bottle of water that Harold was generous enough to gift him, a vehicle turns down the street. For a moment, Gareth is overwhelmed by a blend of relief and rage, stepping up to the edge of the curb, but those feelings quickly fade.

Rather than the van, it’s a truck.

Gareth’s heart drops, and as it gets closer, he hopes to god that it’s still Eddie behind the wheel. When the truck pulls up to the curb, his hopes vanish.

The engine dies, and the driver side door opens. Heavy footsteps scrape the pavement, rounding the truck, and Hargrove comes to stand beside the collection of equipment.

His expression is blank. He’s clad in rough denim jeans and a t-shirt, with a pair of work boots to match. There’s a layer of grime on him that says he’s been doing something all day, likely outside, if the dirtied stains on the knees of his pant legs say anything.

For a guy from the city, he sure looks like every other ranch hand around here. The only things he’s missing are a can of dip denting his back pocket and a hat.

It’s quiet between the two of them for a beat. Gareth doesn’t know what to do or say — he’s only ever been in Hargrove’s company when other people are around.

And that was intentional.

The blond nods at the stuff on the curb and clicks his tongue.

“This everything?” he asks.

Gareth nods. Watches as Hargrove wordlessly circles to the back of his truck and drops the tailgate.

He immediately begins grabbing things, and Gareth steps out of his way. Watches as he carefully loads a few things into the bed, grabbing the larger ones first.

“You, uh,” Gareth begins. He clears his throat when Hargrove glances over at him. “Want me to help?”

At that, the blond huffs a little laugh to himself.

“Not gonna break your fancy drum set,” he says.

Gareth opens his mouth, and then promptly closes it. Furrows his brows and looks off down the street.

Everyone else seems to click with this guy. Even Grant and Jeff, after a while.

Not that Gareth necessarily wants to.

He just doesn’t understand why he quite literally can’t.

Eddie and even Steve have tried to explain to him that Hargrove is just tough — he’s not the type to wanna sit around and gush about niche interests, and he’s fairly blunt when he talks.

For some reason, everything the guy does and says just rubs Gareth the wrong way. He would say he doesn’t get why his partners are into him, but that would be a complete lie.

Hargrove is hot.

He’s thicker now than he was in high school. His arms are bigger, veinier closer to his wrists, and he’s got the faintest hint of chub on his stomach. Enough to pooch out a little over the lip of his jeans when he bends over to grab things.

It’s overwhelmingly obvious that he’s a man, and not a boy. A man with perfect blond curls and broad shoulders and the visible trace of scruff on his neck.

Of course he has two other guys drooling over him constantly.

Gareth himself tries not to look at him too much for fear of heat rising to the surface of his skin. Especially when he’s doing anything physical like this.

Once everything is loaded and the tailgate is shut, Hargrove straps the few larger things down, and steps up on the tire at each side to check and make sure everything is held sturdily enough in place before he hops down.

Wordlessly walks back to the front of the truck and climbs behind the wheel again.

Gareth hesitates, but opens the passenger side door and joins him in the cab.

The blond starts the engine, and the stereo immediately blasts Tooth and Nail by Dokken. He reaches out to turn the dial down a hint, sighing as he puts the truck in drive.

Gareth stares out his window as they pull away from the music shop.

“Why didn’t Eddie show up?” he asks.

Keeps his voice even so as not to let on how irritated he is. It works, for the most part, because Hargrove blows a raspberry and rests his elbow against the door panel.

“We got caught up trying to figure out why his van wouldn’t start, and when he realized he was late, he—“ Hargrove cuts himself off with a chuckle, an easy smile pulling at his lips. “He tripped up the porch steps. Started whining about having a concussion and a dislocated shoulder, and asked me to come pick you up.”

Gareth huffs.

“Figures.”

At that, Hargrove’s smile dims.

“Would’ve been worse if he’d shown up and been a drama queen the whole time, trust me.”

“It’s not that,” Gareth grumbles.

For a stretch of the street they’re driving down, only the music fills the silence between them. Hargrove’s grip on the wheel tightens.

“Well, I could’a said no, and you’d’ve been stuck on the curb all day. I’m not exactly thrilled about it either.”

His voice is lower. Testy. Like when he argues with Max or Steve and can no longer hide his blooming irritation.

Eddie has this way of making Hargrove laugh when things get too tense. Never lets the blond’s tone get under his skin no matter what they’re talking about, and takes it upon himself to lighten the mood.

Gareth wishes he was less easily affected like that.

“Didn’t have to come,” Gareth huffs. “I could’ve figured it out.”

Even out of the corner of his eye, he can see the angry red that creeps up Hargrove’s neck and pops the veins in his forehead.

Despite not having done anything remotely violent in recent years, Gareth still feels a small spike of anxiety at witnessing his little tells. Leans closer to the door and keeps careful attention.

After a tense moment, Hargrove takes a calming breath and sighs heavily. Relaxes his grip on the wheel and shifts in his seat, loosening up.

“I’m doing this for Eddie. Not you,” he says. “I don’t typically do free labor for people who hate my guts.”

Gareth’s brows draw closer together.

“I don’t… hate you.”

At the words, the blond chuckles, but it isn’t a happy sound.

“What’s your fuckin’ deal, then?”

“I don’t know. Nothing,” Gareth huffs. “Everything.”

“Well, which is it? You act like I’m some comic book villain when I can’t recall ever having done anything to you personally.”

Now, Gareth chuckles.

“Personally,” he murmurs. He takes a risk and turns to fully look at Hargrove, expecting to see more of that rage bloom on his skin again. Instead, he looks dejected. Sad, with his mouth pinched in a subtle frown, and his eyes vacant. Gareth sighs. “Look, it’s not… I don’t hate you. I just don’t get you, I guess? Plus, before you and Steve, Eddie used to actually care about doing shit with his friends. Today is a good example.”

After a moment of processing, Hargrove purses his lips.

“Edd cares. He’s just a little messy with his priorities — if he’d told Stevie that he was supposed to pick you up, he would’ve made sure everything happened on time.”

Gareth huffs. Slouches in his seat and props his elbow against the door, leaning his cheek against his hand.

“Right.”

“I’m serious. Who do you think plans all of your game nights?”

The brunet makes a face, and Hargrove chuckles again. Softer this time. Amused.

“Eddie’s always planned for that, though. Before he got with Steve.”

“Being in a club with a fixed schedule is very different than organizing things with complete flexibility,” Hargrove muses. Smiles to himself as he thinks briefly. “My point is that he does care. He’s also just… Eddie.” The two of them share a chuckle, and Gareth tenses when Billy playfully elbows him. “I promise I’m not stealing him from you.”

Instantly, Gareth’s face heats up, and he blows a raspberry in dismissal.

“Never said you were.”

“But you were thinkin’ it.”

With no valid argument, Gareth pouts. Crosses his arms over his chest and looks back out the window.

They’re only a few streets away from his place. That has his body welling with relief.

“Also,” Billy begins. “There’s nothing to get.”

Gareth glances back over at the blond.

“What?”

“About me. There’s nothing to get.”

“I mean—“ Gareth pauses, frustration building in his throat at the lack of proper words. Decides instead to gesture vaguely at Billy with his hand. “You’re not exactly an open book. I don’t think we’ve ever really even talked before today.”

“I know I’m not the most approachable guy, but you’ve never exactly tried to strike up a conversation with me before today.”

“That’s a two-way street,” Gareth grumbles.

Billy sighs.

“When you’re around, Eddie’s happy, and I don’t wanna ruin that because you and I don’t click for whatever stupid reason.” He shrugs nonchalantly, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel absently. “So I don’t make an effort to talk.”

The for Eddie goes unspoken at the end, but it’s thick in the air regardless. Gareth spreads a knowing grin, and Billy gives him a look out of the corner of his eye.

“So, Hargrove does have feelings.”

The blond tsks.

“Who said I didn’t?”

“No one. You’re just like if a stone wall was a person, is all.”

Billy giggles at that. Not laughs. Not chuckles. Giggles.

It’s a very not manly sound and has Gareth spreading a sort of bewildered grin upon hearing it, while also serving to chip the lingering intimidation away.

“I am not,” Billy muses.

“Yes huh. With barbed wire at the top, spikes at the bottom, and maybe even a mote with alligators up front.”

“Mm, and what makes you say that?”

The question makes Gareth think for a beat. They’re nearing his street now, and he sighs as he shrugs half-heartedly. Gestures at Billy lamely with his hand and earns a quirked eyebrow.

“I dunno. You’re… you, I guess.” The truck pulls up to the curb in front of Gareth’s house, and Billy throws it in park. Doesn’t take the key out of the ignition or move to open his door just yet. “Like some heavily guarded fortress at the top of a hill, overlooking a tiny village with no line of defense.”

The brunet presses his lips into a line. Doesn’t bother looking at the other seat out of embarrassment.

Billy is quiet. Then, he clicks his tongue and shifts idly in his seat, hand still on the wheel.

“I’m not really big on mystical analogies, but…” he begins with a sigh. “I’m more like the princess at the top of the tower, stuck in the fortress. Guarded by a fire-breathing dragon.” Billy drums his fingers against the steering wheel before he lets his hand drop to his lap. “There’s something to be said about Eddie and Steve being some knights in shining armor or something, but I think you get it.”

They sit there for a handful of seconds. Gareth mulls it over, thinks about what to say, but before he can open his mouth, Billy kills the engine. Pushes his door open and climbs out.

The truck jostles when he drops the tailgate, and Gareth hesitates before he gets out as well.

This time, rather than stand by and watch, he helps move everything from the bed to the garage. It goes by quicker, at least, that’s how it feels when they’re finally finished. Billy tosses the straps into the back of the truck and shuts the tailgate, cracking his knuckles absently.

“You need help setting anything up?” he offers.

Gareth shoves his hands into his pockets and glances over his shoulder into his garage.

“Nah, I got it from here,” he says. “Thanks.”

Billy nods.

“Anytime.”

He knocks lightly on his truck before he goes to walk back to the driver’s seat. Gareth chews his lip.

“See ya, princess.”

At that, Billy giggles again. Climbs into the front seat and starts it up. Then he’s driving away, music blasting, and Gareth turns to walk up the length of his driveway.

He’s still irritated about the events of today, but he’s a little relieved, too.

Because maybe Hargrove isn’t all that bad.

[cavinginhisfvce]

'IT'LL ALL WORK OUT'

Disclaimer: I'm honestly not a fan of Susan, but I thought this fic idea was cute!

Paring: Harringrove.

When Neil married Susan, he was against Susan adopting Billy, claiming the boy's real mother couldn't bother to be tasked with raising him, so no one should ever burden themselves with such a thing.

Susan, surprisingly, was firm in wanting to pick up the slack Billy's mother left in her wake, eventually Neil relented, and the adoption process was underway.

It's been four years, and a move to Hawkins, Indiana since Billy legally became Susan's child, something Max was displeased with initially, quickly became a comfort to her when she discovered what Neil did to his son. It had shaken her to her core, and when she relayed the information to her mother, the woman simply pulled her into a hug and murmured, "I know, baby. It'll all work out."

Max didn't know what that meant, or if she should trust her mom. But, she silently nodded, she had no real options here. She had to wait for the future. 

The future as it turns out, was just three months later; Neil had laid into Billy with more fervor than usual, and when Susan made to step in, her husband struck her. 

It hadn't detoured the red-haired woman, she continued her self-appointed task of checking on Billy, who was staring up at her with a look she's never seen on his face, a look no seventeen should ever wear. 

She gave him a small, comforting smile, just as Neil got a fist full of otherwise pristine hair; his freehand raising to strike once more.

The action worked quickly in pulling Billy from his Susan induced trance with a start, his body moving faster than his brain as he lunged at his father, swiftly knocking the man to the ground.

For years, Neil's abuse had only ever been turned towards his son, and in truth he was grateful; because Billy doesn't know what he would do if it was ever Max on the receiving end. She was a child, she was his shitty little sister. Max, who brought him the stupidest (best) hoodies he owns, the fabric softer than any he had previously. Max, who despite hating Billy in the beginning, now comes to his room when she has a nightmare or generally needs comforting from someone other than her mother. She's the only person to hug him since the day his mom took off. 

His sister who despite everything, tries so hard to show Billy someone loves him. She loves him.

Susan had tried to comfort him, but Billy always brushed her off. She never seemed to take it personally for some reason. Maybe because she knew he was afraid of what would happen if Neil even suspected Billy felt safe in their home.

The knowledge that Neil could hurt Susan was always present in Billy's mind, but he often wrote off his concern with a scoff. She knew what she married, she knew what he was like. It was her problem, not his.

However, seeing Neil actually hit Susan had set something off in Billy, because while she may have never defended or stood up for him as she had today; she still made sure he was properly tended to after encounters with his father.

If Neil sent him to bed sans dinner, locking him in his bedroom for however long, she would have Max sneak him a sandwich, Max was always more than happy to take said food. 

The times when Neil kicked Billy out intent on making the boy sleep in his car, Susan always snuck a bag of snacks, blankets, and whatever else, into the bushes by their house for him to grab. Despite always going to Steve's and sleeping in the boy's guestroom on those nights, it still showed she was trying.

If Billy was bed ridden after his father caved his chest in, a few too many times, she would come into his room, soothe his pain with hushed words and gentle touches. Billy was usually too tired and in too much pain to reject her warm hands and kind fingers working through his curls after she'd patched him up.

Seeing Susan cradle her cheek, seeing Max sob at the display, finally gave Billy the nerve to stand up to Neil.

He doesn't really remember much after straddling his father, his fists flying rapidly, their intended destination Neil's face, but he does remember Susan scrambling to call 911. Remembers her soft words of assurance that Neil was down.

He remembers Max's look of relief as their eyes met.

He still feels the phantom hold as Susan tugs him from his place over his dad's limp frame. Can vaguely recall the frightening seconds he thought he killed his father before the man was gasping awake, his eyes widened with fear as they landed on Billy. He was actually afraid of Billy. 

Everything beyond that was a blur, Billy doesn't really know what was said, or done. He just knows Neil was in police custody, something that would've left Billy parentless, if not for Susan having adopted him all those years ago.

Especially since his own mother had taken off when he was barely five, and relinquished her rights as a parent in the same breath she'd divorced his father. 

He always wondered why he wasn't enough. For his mother or Neil.

When Hopper came by to ask if they wanted to press charges, both Billy and Susan agreed easily. It was the most gratifying decision Billy has ever made in regards to his father and the abuse he's endured at his hands for years.

Billy and Steve started officially seeing each other a few weeks after Neil's trial ended. Hopper saw to it that his father was hit with the max sentence for child abuse, and domestic violence. Both Max and Billy would be well into adulthood when Neil gets released, something that made the decision to be with Steve all that sweeter.

He hadn't wanted to come out to Susan, the lingering fear that she would object to her newly seventeen year old son being with a guy was too prevalent. 

Though, technically, he didn't come out to her, she came to him one morning with her hand on her hip and a warm smile on her lips demanding he "bring his 'Pretty Boy' to dinner."

Billy wanted to be upset that she'd found out, but he was far too humiliated that it was his own fault she'd figured it out. Apparently calling Steve 'Pretty Boy' like it was going out of style, was a dead giveaway for the woman.

Much to Billy and Max's (dis)pleasure, Susan and Steve got along easily.

On Billy's eighteenth birthday, Max had barged into his bedroom, shrieking in horror when she was met with an eyeful of her brother and Steve in a slight state of undress, Billy had thrown a pillow in her direction, his voice rough with embarrassment as he shouted, 

"Mom, tell Maxine to fucking knock!" 

Both siblings froze at that, Max had a wide smile on her face, while Billy looked slightly mortified, his words echoing in his ears.

The look morphed into one of pain when Susan slipped into his room, her smile rivaling Max's with how big it was, "That's the first time you've ever called me mom…"

Billy swallowed thickly and nodded his head, though he refused to make eye contact with the woman, even when she was throwing her arms around his bare shoulders in an iron grip hug, "okay, okay, I get it! Can we maybe talk about this shit later, you know, when I'm not trying to get laid on my birthday?" 

Billy wasn't actually going to have sex with Steve with both Max and Susan home, but their presence in the house definitely wasn't going to prevent Steve from watching Billy fall apart beneath him, especially not if the brunet had any say in the matter.

This had Susan reaching out to lightly slap his shoulder, a faux look of exasperation on her features,"maybe next time you or Pretty Boy over there will remember to lock the door, hm?"

With one last smile at Billy, accompanied by a wink, she then ushered Max out the room, Steve almost immediately leaping up to lock the door behind them; his face beet red when their eyes finally met.

"I'm fuckin' moving out." His tone was embarrassed, but there was no heat behind, no real threat to his words. 

He wouldn't leave his sister and his mother for any reason short of them wanting him gone.

[willywormsworld]

I love it when billy is all eager aggressive lemme bit your lips off and give you a concussion from slamming you into the wall and then Steve is just like

slow down baby

or smth

and billy is all immediate heart eyes pls marry me omg pls keep gently running your finger through my hair and kissing me softly and holding my face like I'm something precious omg I'm gonna cry

it's my favourite thing ever.

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

B.H. Billy Hargrove x Reader

Your lover let's put a sigh as you lecture him. Not really lecture, you don't want to trigger him.

"God, Billy. If you won't do it for Max," he gives you a side eye. Asking him to stop being so reckless, wasn't going well, "Do it for me," you pout your lip and he runs a hand down his face and pinches the bridge of his nose.

He lets out a sigh and moves the hand to rest on your thigh, "Babe," he says slowly. Just from his tone you know you won't like what he has to say, "Why do you like her so much?" You loved Max.

She was like the little sister you never had. You helped her learn a new trick on her skateboard last weekend, you were her ride if her or the boys needed anything, you liked being needed.

You knew what it was like to need something. You wouldn't of your asshole parents had ever payed attention to you.

"Billy," you say his voice nice and sweet. He sighs, whatever you're about to ask, he can't say no. "I didn't have a support as a child, I was a little kid once. I know what it's like to want to have someone to teach you shit, to drive you to your friends,"

He gives a sad smile, "If driving her makes you that happy," he grumbles.

You give him a suggestive smirk. A 'im about to ask something you hate' suggestive smirk.

Before his lips can even form a no, you speak.

"If I'm busy and you aren't, I want you to drive her and please be nice," you plead and rest your head on his shoulder.

He sighs like waving a white flag.

As a thanks you press a soft kiss to his lips. You feel him smile into the kiss as he deepens it.

You hardly oblige. His tongue soon enters your mouth and flicks softly at yours.

Before you know it it's a battle of the tongues, lips clashing. The room filled with pants and the occasional moan.

Billy's dad and Max's mom, we're both out of town.

Max wouldn't be home until later. You had the house to yourselves.

"God, I love you," he mumbles into the kiss and pulls you into his lap.

He rests his head in the crook of your neck as you sit next to him.

You feel his breathing start to slow as he lulls himself to sleep with your heartbeat.

His breathing is warm and quiet as it flutters against your neck.

He was safe. Neil couldn't hurt him, and for a minute you could protect him. Protect him from Neil, from all of the bad things in the world.

Max walks in to see Billy curled into YN's lap. They are both asleep and her face is pressed to the top of his neck as he curls into her.

Max pauses, when had Billy ever looked... dare she say? Peaceful?

It confused her. Billy was so full of anger, and hate.

Yet, on the couch curled into his girls lap, he seemed calm. Like nothing could hurt him.

He was safe.

[ellewritesandrants]

I was kind of inspired by a post of @officialjoekeery about pre-byergroveton but I wanted to have some slight Billy angst and some Christmas festivities so here’s my take on it.

Imagine instead of Jonathan getting together with Nancy, he ends up together with Steve after the whole demogorgon beat down and Billy comes riding into town, with his eyes set on Steve only to find out he’s already taken by the town creep. Billy can’t understand what’s so amazing about this guy until he ends up partnered with him an English project, forcing him to get to know Jonathan and to end up falling for him too.

Steve was all charm and wit and admittedly, looks while Jonathan was heart and understanding and kindness. Billy knew deep down he didn’t deserve anything as good as either of them so he was resigned to just lonely pining for the rest of his time at Hawkins before he moved back to California. To add to his pain and suffering, Jonathan took their tentative working relationship as a sign of friendship and Billy had a permanent spot at their table and he was often dragged into their shenanigans like shooting the shit by Lover’s Lake or smoking by the quarry.

As Billy fell deeper and seemingly hopelessly more in love with the two, Jonathan was growing more and more concerned over the bruises and scars Billy liked to hide. It didn’t make any sense, the frequency of his injuries and the stories he told and Jonathan knew what it was like to cover up for an abuser. Since Joyce was dating Hopper, he brought it up one dinner only to have his mom share the same suspicions, forcing Hopper to look into things.

Hopper’s uncanny ability to be at the right place at the right time paid off once again because the first time he patrolled past the house and snuck a glance through the windows, he saw Neil Hargrove with a belt in his hands and a tapestry of scars and wounds laid open on Billy Hargrove’s back. Hopper didn’t hesitate before rushing through the front door to arrest that son of a bitch who started raving on and on about beating respect and responsibility into his bastard of a son who should have died instead. Since Billy was still a minor, Hopper was able to get Neil away long enough for both Max and Billy to be legal adults and he was able to spin it into a premeditated murder case so he would be long gone.

While Neil was taken away in handcuffs, an ambulance had been sent to the scene and Billy Hargrove had been carted out and witnessed by the neighbors, bruised to hell and back, looking every inch the battered and bruised 16 year old that he was. It became the talk of the town over Thanksgiving weekend, especially since no one had expected that at all.

Joyce immediately went over to help Susan, knowing exactly what that woman had gone through and more than willing to help Susan figure out how to make things right with Billy since her inaction had inadvertently hurt Billy. Joyce had been the one to convince Susan to testify in Billy’s favor and to stop living in fear of Neil.

Jonathan had very quickly volunteered to get Billy’s homework and bring it to the hospital for the week or so that he was kept in the hospital. Jonathan had given Billy a safe space to confess about all of the horrors his father had put him through because Billy knew that Jonathan would understand. The slightly older and definitely taller boy had nothing but kind listening ears for Billy and a warm hand to hold onto to ground himself.

Of course, as soon as Steve heard, he was there with Jonathan, bringing all sorts of gifts for people recovering from injuries brought forth by an irrational guilt of not noticing how badly the younger boy had been hurting. Steve had silently resolved to protect the smaller boy the first time he saw him dwarfed in a hospital gown, asleep and for once looking his actual age.

When Billy had returned, he didn’t bother with showboating anymore because that had been to keep himself safe from being hurt in the obvious places unless he’d really messed up and gotten his dad really angry. Billy had returned a quiet shell of his former self, focused on just making it through high school complete with a broken wrist and ankle from them being stomped on by Neil Hargrove upon being arrested as well.

Jonathan and Steve were his perpetual guard dogs in protecting the smaller blond, not letting anyone badmouth him and helping him with his day to day things since he wasn’t able to drive for a while, leaving him reliant on Jonathan and Steve for rides because he was unable to walk the mile to school. The boys were more than happy to help Billy since he not only helped them with their classes but because he’d slowly carved out a place in their hearts as well.

Steve had been the one to broach the conversation about it, telling Jonathan in no nonsense terms that he loves Jonathan but that he also grew to love Billy as well. It had been a huge relief to find out that Jonathan had felt the same about the younger blond and they decided to see if Billy would be receptive of their advances so that they could all be together.

Max had been the first to threaten the two if they ever hurt her brother after she had noticed them starting to be more obvious with their flirting to their purposefully oblivious brother. Max had grown incredibly close to Billy in his hospitalization, finally learning the truth about his punishments for her actions and how Neil had pitted them against each other from the start. She had promised to be a better sister while Billy had promised to be a better brother in return. They’d spent afternoons playing like they hadn’t done since they left California and post-hospitalization, Max was Billy’s biggest crutch since she’d guessed about his feelings for Steve and Jonathan and he told her about how he felt he’d never be good enough for either of them.

It had taken a lot of begging and pleading for Max to let Steve and Jonathan anywhere near Billy as she monopolized his time after school asking for help with homework or in figuring out a new dish since Max was learning how to cook while Billy was injured. It had also taken a greater amount of begging, pleading and bribery before she helped them in getting together with her brother.

She’d been the one to give Billy some of Steve’s old sweaters in preparation for the winter after the two had noticed Billy didn’t have any proper winter clothes since they knew that Billy wouldn’t accept any charity from Steve but would happily accept a gift from his sister who’d won them in a bet. Neither Steve nor Jonathan were prepared for how absolutely adorable Billy looked dwarfed in Steve’s old oversized sweaters.

It also didn’t help that they were there to witness the blond’s reaction to seeing his first real snowfall and the absolute child-like wonder that crossed his face was permanently burned into their retinas. As days passed, they literally couldn’t stop themselves from falling deeper and deeper in love with the blond who was slowly learning to allow himself to just be himself and not have to be the man that Neil wanted him to be.

It all comes to a head when the boys trap Billy at a Christmas Party/Welcoming Party to the Mayfield-Hargrove’s new home, right beside the Byers. They’d connived with Max to place some mistletoe all over the house, allowing them to trap Billy under the mistletoe between them. After an initial kiss for both boys, Steve and Jonathan clarified their intentions with Billy, making the younger blond blush at the praise heaped on him and the care he felt radiating from the boys.

They end up spending most of the Christmas party in Billy’s room, not even doing anything too wild but just enjoying each other’s company and proving their feelings to the blond who still couldn’t believe that the boys he loved loved him back. Max had already told the rest of the people in the house about what was going on and everyone just felt happy that for once, things were going great for Billy Hargrove.

[fandomgirlz01]

Just a Kiss Pt. 1

Soft Billy Hargrove x Reader

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Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,015

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Post Date: October 15th 2022

Post Time: 10:24 pm

Summary: As Billy and the reader lay in bed one night he realizes just how happy he is. He realizes that even just a kiss goodnight from her is good enough for the rest of his life.

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!

♪ Lying here with you so close to me

It's hard to fight these feelings

When it feels so hard to breathe

I'm caught up in this moment

Caught up in your smile ♪

Billy’s Pov: 

I lay awake and sigh angrily as I rub my face. I turn over to look at the clock to see it’s only 9:30. I feel movement to my right and I look down to see that my wife is still curled up to my side, peacefully fast asleep. She lets out a light puff of air as she continues to sleep and I can’t help but watch her be so peaceful. 

Her face then twitches like she’s in pain and I instantly know what’s wrong. I carefully set my hand on her stomach before sinking down just a bit. 

“Hey. Let mama sleep, ok. She needs it,” I whisper to her belly as I rub it. 

Her face goes back to looking peaceful and I smile lightly in satisfaction that the baby listened to me. I sit back up and lightly pull her back onto my chest. She continues to sleep and I start to feel a little jealous that she’s sleeping so well, but then I’m glad she is. 

She needs as much sleep as possible right now. I grin as I pull her slightly closer and she nuzzles into my chest. Her face scrunches up for a moment as she lets out a light whimper and I kiss her forehead lightly. I rub at her belly again, making her relax, making me smile lightly and my mind starts to wander. 

It’s moments like this when she’s so close to me as I hold her that I wonder how I ever denied my feelings for her in the first place. When we first moved to Hawkins and I bumped into her in the hallway at school, there was this immediate connection. I knew it, she knew it and everyone else around us knew it. 

But I ended up acting like a total jerk to her and told her to watch where she was going before just walking off. It wouldn’t be until a few weeks later that I bumped into her again, but this time on the road when I was driving. My dad and I had just had another big fight, so I angrily stomped off. 

I went out to my car and drove away as fast as I could possibly go without breaking any laws. I drove and drove for a while before coming up to a very dark road. At first I didn’t see her, but as I passed her I could see her walking with her arms crossed to keep warm with tears running down her face. 

I still to this day have no idea what made me pull over and talk to her, but I did. I pulled over and she stopped to look in my window. I asked her what she was doing out there and the rest was history. 

We stayed friends for a while and she’d let me crash at her place whenever things got too much for me at home. We eventually started dating and now I couldn’t be happier with where we are. 

♪ I've never opened up to anyone

So hard to hold back

When I'm holding you in my arms

We don't need to rush this

Let's just take it slow ♪

I sigh lightly as I look back down at her to see she’s still peacefully asleep. She drools on my chest, but I could care less as I realize what shirt she’d worn to bed tonight and I remember the time when she’d first stolen it. 

~Flashback~

I slip into my car angrily and let out a huff, knowing exactly where I'm headed. I quickly pull out and purposely rev the engine, knowing it’ll make Neil even more mad. I drove for a while before coming up to her street. 

I park down the street, knowing it would wake her parents before quickly getting out of the car. I then walk up the street to her house and open the gate. I walk into the backyard and see her light still on. With a light smirk, I pick up a few pebbles before tossing them at her window. 

“What do you- oh, Billy. Sorry, I thought you were Steve. He does that too when he wants to go for late night swims,” she says as she looks down at me and I smirk up at her. 

“Nope, just me. Can I come up?” I ask and she giggles, making me grin. 

“Yeah. Dad’s asleep though, so we’ll have to be very quiet,” she tells me and I nod before starting to climb the tree outside her window. 

Once by her window, I quickly slide in, but my foot gets caught and I fall. We both freeze as it gets really quiet and I look at her with wide eyes. 

“Y/n, what’s going on in there?!” Her dad yells from down the hall and she puts a finger up to her lips, telling me to be quiet. 

“Nothing, dad! I just tripped again. You know me, clumsy as hell!” she shouts back and I hold back a laugh. 

“Oh. Ok. Be more careful, sweetie!” he yells back and she holds back a giggle. 

“Ok dad I will!!” she yells back with a grin on her face. 

We wait a few minutes and when it has been quiet for a while, we both burst out laughing. I quickly get up before walking over and throwing myself onto her bed. I put my hands behind my head as I wiggle my eyebrows at her and she giggles lightly before turning back to whatever she’s doing at her desk. 

“One of these days, you're going to get me into trouble, Hargrove,” she tells me as she shakes her head and I chuckle. 

“And you’d enjoy it,” I playfully joke and she lets out a snort. 

“Sure, I would,” she replies sarcastically as she rolls her eyes. 

We’re quiet for a minute as I watch as she does whatever she’s working on. She starts to hum and I sigh as the thoughts of the fight with my dad starts to creep back in. 

“You know. I’m here to listen whenever you need to get stuff off your chest,” she quietly speaks up and I shake my head. 

“Nah. It’s ok, princess. You wouldn’t want to hear the details, believe me. Is it ok if I crash here tonight?” I ask her and she spins around in her chair. 

“You know it is, Billy. And while you think I wouldn’t want the details, that’s fine, but if you need to get something off your chest then by all means, tell me. I just want this to feel like a safe space for you…” she tells me truthfully and I frown, shaking my head. 

“Nobody has ever tried to give me a safe space before. If I were to tell you anything I… I wouldn’t even know where the hell to start,” I mummer out as I look away from her and down at the bed. 

“And that’s ok, Billy. I don’t want you to feel pushed either. I’m simply letting you know that I am here if you need it,” she tells me softly before turning back around. 

“Thanks. Well, I’m going to sleep,” I tell her as I yank my shirt off before cuddling into her bed. 

“I’ll be over in a minute, just wanna finish this last line…” she tells me as she continues to write and I shrug, pretending I don’t care when I very well do. 

“Ok. Move over, you big lug,” she says as she walks over and nudges me lightly. 

“Wait. I wanna change,” she tells me as she jumps up from the bed. 

She leans down and scoops something up, but I don’t catch what it is. She quickly goes into her bathroom and changes before coming back into the room. I quickly put my arm out to her with a tired grin. 

She gives me a light smile before coming over to the bed. It’s only then I see she’s in my shirt, making me smile. She turns off the light on her bedside table before getting under the blanket and pulling it over the both of us. 

“Shirt stealer…” I mumble out and she giggles as she curls into my side. 

“And you love it on me…” she playfully pokes her finger into my side and I squirm, making her gasp. 

“Is the Billy Hargrove ticklish?” she asks with a raised eyebrow as she looks up at me. 

“Noooooo….” I playfully deny and she giggles again. 

“I think he is…” she replies as she pokes my side again before slightly tickling, making me squirm. 

“Ok… ok… I am definitely ticklish. Stop it,” I chuckle out and she giggles. 

“Oh. Ok. Only cause I’m not mean,” she tells me before she lays back down. 

Her head slots perfectly by my neck and she leaves a light kiss, making me shiver a bit. She smirks before settling and laying still. It goes quiet and suddenly my brain decides it’s going to mess with me. 

I start to think over the things Neil had said earlier and I run a hand through my hair. Y/n slowly sits up and frowns at me. 

“B… talk to me…” she whispers out and I sigh with my eyes closed. 

“Billy, baby. Look at me,” she tells me as she puts a hand on my cheek. 

I finally open my eyes and my breath gets caught in my throat at the sight. She’s sitting up, looking down at me as the moonlight that’s coming through her window reflects off her eyes. Her eyes shine with unshed tears and I just want to wrap her up in my arms as I take away whatever is making her sad. 

“Baby, why are you crying?” I ask her and she giggles a wet giggle as she wipes her nose. 

“I just…” she pauses and I wait patiently for her to continue. 

I sit up and pull her into my lap so she’s straddling me. I wipe just under her eye and she smiles a small smile at me. 

“It’s silly, really…” she tells me and I shake my head at her. 

“Nothing you’ve ever got in that pretty head of yours is silly. Please tell me,” I tell her and she lets out another wet laugh. 

“I just wish your dad wouldn’t be so hard on you…” she whispers out and bites her lip. 

I stare up at her in shock for a moment before shaking my head. I then bring her forehead down to mine and before I know it I’m spilling everything that happened tonight. 

~ End Of Flashback ~

That definitely wasn’t the first time I stayed the night with her, but it most definitely was the very first time I ever opened up to her and after I was done telling her everything, she kissed me. She then begged me not to believe a word he had said and in that moment I realized she’d be my forever. I decided right there in that moment as I held her while she fell asleep that I’d do right by her and always be there next to her side, no matter what. 

With another sigh I look at the clock again only to see that it’s now 12:00. I quietly groan before slowly moving y/n off me before getting up from the bed. Tiredly, I walk down the hall, but I stop at one of the pictures we have on the wall:

♪ Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight

Just a touch of the fire burning so bright

No I don't want to mess this thing up

No I don't want to push too far ♪

~ Flashback ~ 

“Billy, this is so cool. Who’s throwing it?” she asks as I park the car. 

“Tommy is. And before you complain about it being Tommy, don’t worry. You won’t even see him tonight. I just really wanted our first real date to be a good one seeing as I’m not much of a date kind of guy,” I tell her as I turn off the car and turn to her. 

“Awe, B. Don’t worry. You don’t have to be that guy with me. Just spend time with me, that’s all I ask,” she tells me and I smile. 

“That I can do, princess,” I tell her before leaning over to kiss her. 

“Are you ready for some bonfire fun?” I ask her and she giggles, nodding. 

“Ok. Let’s go have some fun, babe,” I tell her before getting out of my car. 

I quickly rush around and before she has even the slightest chance of doing it herself, I open her door for her. She gives me a huge grin before grabbing her over the shoulder bag and getting out. 

“My, if I do say so myself. Mr. Billy Hargrove can be a gentleman,” she jokes with me as she pats my chest and I grin. 

“I only had to find the right girl for me to be a gentleman,” I playfully joke back and she bursts out laughing. 

“Billy, honey. That’s so cheesy, but we both know you are more of a fighter than a lover,” she tells me and I playfully gasp. 

“And who says?” I ask her, making her snicker.

“Steve Harrington’s face, that’s who. Poor boy’s been done in by you more times than I can count,” she jokes and I purse my lips. 

“Yeah that’s cause he ain’t you, darlin,” I tell her and she smiles. 

“Well, how could I turn that down? A boy who’s willing to love on me and beat on others for me,” she smiles before giving my cheek a kiss as we come up to the table of drinks and food. 

She grabs a small cup and fills it with punch. I give her a look and she giggles as I take the drink from her and throw it over my shoulder. 

“Billy, that was my drink!” she shouts and I shrug. 

“I’m not letting you drink that on our first date. Tommy always spikes it. The food you can have, the drinks no. I’ve got some good ol Dr. Pepper in the trunk,” I tell her and she grins. 

“B. Is that your way of telling me that you wouldn’t take advantage if I was drunk?” she asks and I lazily shrug. 

“I mean, not that I would, but it’s more me looking out for what’s mine,” I tell her and she grins even bigger. 

“I like the sound of that,” she tells me as she wraps her arms around my neck. 

“Of what, exactly?” I ask and she giggles, throwing her head back. 

“That I’m yours. Silly,” she tells me before placing another kiss on my cheek. 

“Oh. Well, get used to it then. Cause you're most definitely mine,” I tell her with a smirk on my face and she nods. 

“Come on. Let’s go have some fun,” she tells me as she grabs my hand and pulls me away from the table. 

~ End Of Flashback~ 

The rest of the night was spent just walking around and talking to others. Then we found out that the younger kids were out there and I went livid trying to find Max. When we found them, they were just hanging by the fire with pepsi so everything was fine. 

The picture that I’m looking at was taken that night, definitely not one of mine and y/n’s first kisses, but it was definitely one of the best ones. We had decided to just hang with the younger kids that night, seeing as me and Max were working on our relationship after the whole mind flayer thing. Then someone started playing music and y/n had begged me to dance with her when what she deemed “our song” came on. 

Never being able to say no to her, we ended up dancing in front of the kids and I couldn’t care less if anyone thought it was weird. All I cared about was making my girl happy. We danced until the song was over and when it was, y/n looked up at me with so much happiness radiating off of her that I couldn’t help but to kiss her. 

As I did, Max sneakily took the photo that I now stand in the hall looking at and I couldn’t be more happier about it. If it weren’t for Max, the memory would have stayed just that, but now I can look back on it with fondness. 

With a shake of my head and a fond sigh, I walk to the kitchen. I decide to put on some music before getting myself some hot chocolate. Something y/n got me into, instead of hot milk or tea, y/n drinks hot chocolate to get to sleep on nights she can’t. I guess it just stuck with me to do the same. 

As I make the hot chocolate, the song we had put on repeat that night comes on. As the song plays quietly, I sit at the table and my mind drifts to the memory of our first real make-out. 

♪ Just a shot in the dark that you just might

Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life

So baby I'm alright with just a kiss goodnight ♪

~Flashback~ 

“I had fun tonight, B,” y/n tells me as she turns to me in her seat of the car. 

“I’m glad you did. I had fun too,” I agree with a smile and she grins. 

“Well, I’ll see you on Monday at school?” she asks and I nod sheepishly as I try to gather the courage to just kiss her. 

It’s not like this is the first kiss we’ve shared, but it is the first one after our first date. Not to mention, her dad is just inside the house so if I do, it can’t be a make-out kind of kiss. I need to show her dad that I’m not the playboy everyone calls me, that I can treat his daughter like a queen. 

“I’ll walk you to the door,” I tell her and she grins brighter. 

“I would like that,” she agrees, biting her lip again as she nods. 

I grin at her before nodding and starting to get out of the car. I quickly round the front of the car before she even has a chance to open her door. We both smile at each other as I open her door for her. 

“Thank you,” she says as she gets out of the car. 

I grin at her as she gives my cheek a kiss before rounding behind me to the front of the car. I close the door before turning to catch up with her. I come up beside her and wrap my arm around her waist as I lead her up to the door. 

“Well, goodnight. I’ll see you on Monday?” I ask her and she grins. 

“If I don’t miss you and want to see you sooner… then yeah,” she shyly tells me and I smile, nodding. 

“If you miss me, don’t hesitate to call,” I confidently tell her and she smiles. 

“I won’t…I hope you sleep well,” she tells me as she bites her lip. 

“I hope you sleep well too, princess,” I tell her softly as I reach up and play with her hair, making her grin at me. 

I shake my head at her cuteness before leaning forward and attaching our lips. My hand moves from her hair and to her cheek. The kiss is slow and sweet. 

For a moment it feels like the whole world fades away as I kiss her and she kisses back. My heart swells with love for this girl as I keep her close. Before I know it, what was meant to be a simple kiss turns into a make out when she grins as she swipes her tongue over my lip and again I can’t tell her no. 

We continue to make out for a few minutes before she lets out a moan, making me pull away with a smirk on my face. I put my forehead to hers as I rub at her cheek. We then hear a clearing of a throat and we both freeze before turning to see her dad. 

He has his arms crossed with a stern look on his face, making y/n blush. I bite my tongue so I won’t say anything inappropriate in front of her dad. 

“You’ve got five more minutes to say goodbye, y/n,” her dad tells her before he walks back into the house. 

I chuckle and she groans, rubbing her hand over her face. I quickly pull her back and leave one peck on her lips before putting my forehead to hers. She grins up at me before biting her lip. 

“I really don’t wanna say goodnight to you,” she tells me softly and I smile at her. 

“I don’t either, but I promise it won’t be for very long,” I promise her and she lets out a giggle. 

“Who knew Billy Hargrove, “King” of Hawkins High, could be such a romantic?” she jokingly asks and I smirk. 

“Only for you, princess. Only you,” I whisper out and she smiles even bigger. 

“And he’s cheesy, too. I’m one lucky girl,” she tells me and I shake my head. 

“I’m the lucky one,” I tell her and she giggles again before giving my lips a peck. 

“Goodnight, B,” she tells me and I sigh happily. 

“Goodnight, princess,” I agree with her before reluctantly letting her pull away from me. 

I wait till she’s in the house with the door closed before shaking my head and pulling my keys out of my pocket. With a light smile, I walk over to my car and start to get in before looking up at her other bedroom window to see her waving at me. I grin and shake my head in disbelief before waving back at her. 

~End of flashback~ 

It was that night that I decided that even when life was bad or something was going on, just a kiss from her would be enough. She’d never need to do anything else but kiss me and I’d fall to her feet. Nobody else’s kisses were ever like hers. 

Just a kiss from her is enough to make my whole world complete. 

♪ I know that if we give this a little time

It'll only bring us closer to the love we wanna find

It's never felt so real

No it's never felt so right ♪

I’m startled out of my thoughts when I feel arms wrap around my neck and a kiss gets placed to my neck. I hear a giggle that makes me calm before I pull her around me and set her in my lap. 

“Sorry I scared you, baby,” she tells me as she runs a hand through my hair. 

“It’s ok. I just thought you were asleep,” I inform her as I close my eyes at the feeling of her hand running through my hair. 

“I was, but the bed got cold then I came to find you. Can’t sleep without you, baby,” she tells me and I nod as I bring a hand up and rest it on her stomach. 

“I’m sorry I woke you, hon,” I apologize and she shakes her head. 

“Shh. It’s ok. Can’t sleep though, huh B?” she asks me as she now scratches my scalp lightly. 

“That obvious?” I ask her and she giggles quietly. 

“Baby what’s going on?” she asks with a light frown and I sigh. 

“I don’t know. My brain just won’t shut off,” I huff out and she nods. 

“Well, clearly you finished your hot chocolate. So let’s go back to bed and try again, yeah?” she asks and I sigh before reluctantly agreeing with her. 

She slowly stands first and I start to get up after her. She grabs my cup and sets it into the sink before walking over to the doorway of the kitchen. She gives me a light smile as she holds her hand out to me. 

I walk over to her and grab her hand. She slowly leads me to our room and I chuckle at her tiny waddle. 

“Are you laughing at me?” she asks me in a fake offended tone and I shake my head. 

“No,” I playfully deny and she looks back at me, raising her eyebrow at me. 

“Ok fine, I might have been, but babe, the pregnant waddle is just so cute!” I tell her and she swats at the air. 

���Oh… stop, it's not cute at all,” she tells me and I shake my head. 

“No, it really is…” I promise her and she rolls her eyes again. 

We make it to our room and she lays down first before pulling me down with her. I let out a chuckle as I wrap my arms around her and she cuddles into me. I let out a yawn and she grins, looking up at me. 

“Getting sleepy now?” she asks and I nod before leaning down to place a kiss on her lips. 

“I can help you baby,” she tells me as she sits up a little. 

“What are you doing?” I ask her and she giggles before pulling me closer and laying my head on her stomach. 

“Helping you fall asleep,” she informs me as she starts to scratch at my scalp again and I immediately let out a sigh. 

♪ Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight

Just a touch of the fire burning so bright

No I don't want to mess this thing up

I don't want to push too far ♪

“You know I was remembering back to our first date,” I mumble out and she grins down at me. 

“Were you?” she asks and I nod as I let out another yawn. 

“And what were you thinking about that made you think about that?” she asks and I smile up at her. 

“You…” I tell her and she giggles, rolling her eyes. 

“I shoulda known,” she playfully says and I tiredly smile up at her. 

♪ Just a shot in the dark that you just might

Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life

So baby I'm alright with just a kiss goodnight

No I don't want to say goodnight

I know it's time to leave

But you'll be in my dreams

Tonight

Tonight

Tonight ♪

“I know I’ve told you, but you are my forever,” I tell her and she grins with tears coming to her eyes. 

“B. You're my forever too. I love you baby,” she tells me through her tears and I reach up to wipe at her falling tears. 

“I love you too and our soon to be coming little one. I never thought I’d have this,” I tell her as I sit up and she shakes her head. 

“You only thought that because that’s what you had put in your head because of your dad,” she tells me and I pull her into my side as we lay back down. 

“I thought you’d leave me a long time ago, but you proved me so wrong. Thank you princess,” I explain honestly and she nods against my chest. 

“No. It wasn’t just me, B. You may have thought you’d mess this up, but you worked just as hard as I did in this relationship. That’s one factor to why we’re still together,” she tells me as she starts to draw circles into my side. 

♪ Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight

Just a touch of the fire burning so bright

No I don't want to mess this thing up

I don't want to push too far

Just a shot in the dark that you just might ♪

I smile as she looks up at me with so much love in her eyes. I let out a puff of air before shaking my head. 

“I really love you so much,” I tell her with emotion clearly in my tone. 

“And we love you,” she affirms as she takes my hand, putting it on her stomach. 

“You were and still are my shot in the dark, you know that?” I ask her and she grins. 

“Awe, B, you’re mine too,” she tells me before she leans up and gives me a kiss. 

She then cuddles in closer and lets out a sigh of comfort before she’s falling asleep. I lay awake for just a few more minutes as I watch her sleep peacefully. 

♪ Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life

So baby I'm alright

Ohh… ♪

As I lay there with her in my arms while getting more and more sleepy, I can’t help but love where we are. Married, living in California just down from the beach with a baby on the way. What more could I ask for from life? 

Only four years ago, I didn’t see my wife even being a part of my future, let alone that it’d be this good. The old me could have never imagined the life I have now. I feel y/n wince once again and I rub her stomach like I did earlier. 

She lets out a puff of air before settling into peace again and I smile softly. I'm so glad I found all of this. I'm glad that I have someone that makes even just a kiss goodnight so wonderful. If it’s with her for the rest of my life. I couldn’t want anything else. 

♪ Let's do this right with just a kiss goodnight

With a kiss goodnight

A kiss goodnight ♪

The End…

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I love a soft Billy story, I feel like we need more of those in the world!!!

Billy Hargrove x fem shy reader, the reader is your typical shy girl she keeps her head down, tries to make herself small to be unseen and avoids confrontation at all costs. Billy is the complete opposite, he’s loud, confrontational and loves the attention. Let’s say one day the reader accidentally bumps into Billy in the hall and makes him spill water on himself, before she can apologize he’s whips it around ready to yell but when he sees her small figure, big eyes and that soft “Oh I’m so sorry” he can’t help but not be mad. He’s so drawn to her small size, the soft sweater she’s wearing, the way she hides behind her long curly hair, he’s hooked. He’s decided right then and there he’s going to get a date with her. Let’s say he tries and tries with his normal flirting and playboy ways, of course it doesn’t work and that’s when he changes it up. He brings her flowers and leaves notes in her locker, something that isn’t too flashy but enough to make her smile. She finally agrees and he plans the perfect date, doesn’t drive fast or play loud music, his shirt is even button all the way!!! He lets her care for him and he does the same with her, he’s soft with her and only her.

Trying

Billy Hargrove x female reader

Warnings: Billy flirting, shy reader, soft billy, tension, kiss

Summary: Billy wants to date you but he needs to go a different way about it.

Hawkins High hallways were always crouded when you needed to get to fifth period. No one wanted to move and not to mention, you needed to get the water in the glass you were carrying to your science teacher safely. You thought you might have found an interesting property to the water. That is until you get bumped by someone and you slam right into a tall boy.

His leather jacket is soaked with the water and the glass smashes to the ground. You flip out and go to apologize when he turns around quickly. He looks angry, ready to fight whoever just spilt the water on him. Until he saw you, smaller than him and hiding behind your hair.

"I am so sorry," You say.

His eyes soften.

"I really am. If you follow me, I can clean it up for you."

"It's fine, doll." His voice rich and deep.

You smiled.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," He nods and then walks away.

The bell rings and you have to run to the classroom. You couldn't get the blue eyed boy out of your head so you didn't really pay attention to the teacher.

"Ms. Y/l/n, can you tell me what chemical equation this is for?" The teacher asked.

You get snapped out of your thoughts.

"I'm sorry what?"

"What chemical equation is this for?"

"I don't know," You said.

"You are my top student and we have been covering this for a week now, pay attention."

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Gym was the final period and you were happy. As you ran along the track, you felt eyes on you.

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Billy's Pov

The girl who spilt water on me earlier is running on the track, sweat running down her neck. I knew from the minute that I saw her, I wanted her. Sure I could have anyone I wanted but the fact that she is just so small and pretty, I want her.

I grab a ball from the rack and threw it at Steve's head. Coach tells me to get on the track. Exactly what I wanted. I run close to the girl and go at her pace.

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The boy ran beside me and I was trying to forget he was there until he ran in front of me. He started running backwards so that he can look at me.

"So, I'm Billy."

"Billy?"

"Billy Hargrove," He smiles a pretty smile.

"Nice to meet you Billy," You say.

"So, how about you help me study in Chemistry? I can feel it between us," He tries to flirt.

"Not interested," You say before running faster to the end.

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Doing a few laps in the pool, you climb out. Water droplets running down the plain of your body, your sun kissed skin was shinning. You looked for your towel before you hear a whistle blow.

You see Billy on the lifeguard stand and he holds up your towel. He smirks when he sees you coming over to him.

"Nice suit," He smiles.

"Nice shorts," You tease.

He smirks before climbing down and holds the towel to you. You go to grab it but he lifts it above his head. You try to reach for it but he grabs you and looks for the pool to be clear. It was pretty late so no one was really there. Everyone was leaving anyways soon. He throws you into the water, causing you to cry out.

"Billy!" You scream.

You swear he only did that so he can see you climb back out.

"So how about a date?" He grins.

"Give me my towel and you got a date."

He gives it to you. Wrapping it around you, you step closer to him. You make it look like you want to kiss him. He leans in but you move to whisper in his ear, "Not interested."

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Steve invited you to a party and Billy showed up. He had his shirt open but a few buttons and you couldn't help but stare.

"Like the view?" He asks.

"Not really," You giggle at his confused face.

"Why are you staring then?"

"Because I can't help but find it funny that you don't realize that flirting with me this way is not going to get me to go out with you," You giggle before leaving.

Billy stands there, dumbfounded. He was confused that his charm was not working. He didn't understand.

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Opening your locker, roses flood out. You're confused when you see a white piece of paper.

"You look pretty today."

You smile at the note but you didn't know who it was from.

A few days later, your favorite cookies were given to you in cooking class. Apparently, they were given to the teacher to be given back to you.

For days, your favorite things were given to you from some secret person. No one knew who it was coming from. All the girls were gushing about how lucky you were.

----

Billy walks up to you with one of everything that you had been given over the last few weeks. You look at him confused at this approach.

"You told me at the party that my type of flirting wasn't working so I read a bunch of romance books and found that giving a girl everything that she wants is a very good way of going. So, I want to know if you would want to get dinner with me?'' He says.

You stare at him. Too shocked at the fact that it was him. Of course it had to have been him. Who else could it have been?

"This has been you?"

"Yeah, I was trying. Look I don't normally d-"

"Pick me up at seven."

----

You got ready by wearing a short dress with shoes. You didn't want your feet to hurt. Billy knocks on the door and you open it for him. He was wearing a very nice red shirt, every button was buttoned up. He brushed his hair and had a cigarette on his lips. He smiled at you and hands you a rose.

"You know I have too many roses by now?"

"Yeah and I am running out of money," He laughs.

"Well, I think we should get going."

He takes you to a picknic that he made for the two of you and you smile. You both sat down and shared stories. The food was great, even though he didn't cook it. He got it from the restraunt from down the street. He at least tried.

"So, did I do okay?" He asks.

You lean over to kiss him. He leans in and your lips press softly against each others. Your lips move it in sync and you pull away.

"Does that answer your question?"

"I don't know if it does, I think we need to try it again."

"Oh my," You giggle before leaning back in.

He grips your jaw and slips his tongue into your mouth. Before you could go further, he pulls away.

"Did that answer this time?" You look up at him with shy eyes.

"It does and I think I really like the answer."

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Assertive (3) | Billy Hargrove

Passive, as told from Billy’s POV.

- Stranger Things

- Passive. Reader’s POV

- Part One.  Part Two. Part Three.

- x Reader (Y/N)

❪ FEM! ❫

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𖥻 original prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ‘

𖥻 no connection to Stranger Things series timeline. 5.2k words

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Y/N had started avoiding me more than normal, and to counter her sneaky little attempts to get away from me I was taking matters into my own hands.

It became habit to wait by her locker at the end of the day, almost giddy with excitement that i’d get to see her again. Much like a dog waiting at the door for his owner to come home. Max and I waited together at my car in the mornings for her, somehow Y/N had made us get along. She was common ground, someone we both liked. Although I now was starting to wonder if I thought of her in a different way than I intended to.

Max told me it was strange how I was acting, and people had started to notice that I was distracted. They hopefully didn’t know I was distracted by a girl, though.

But I know they had noticed my lack of dates recently, and I’d even had to ‘talk’ to a few guys when they noticed Y/N. Commenting on her laugh, her smile, her body, they didn’t deserve to be around her while I had to work for it. I’d heard Carol tell them it was just because she was doing my assignments and I wanted her focused, but she didn’t know anything. I’d actually studied since meeting Y/N, and it wasn’t torture, it gave me something we could talk about even if it was mundane.

The girl sighed beside me as she wrote in her notebook, making me look at her in admiration. Moving my seat slightly closer to her, I made just enough contact so that she wouldn’t think it was intentional. I wanted to be… nonchalant, casual as I approached these new and unnerving feelings.

Originally, all I had wanted was to make Y/N admit she didn’t hate me so that I could continue with my life, but she had become something of an obsession.

I couldn’t understand why exactly it was her that I wanted, she was beautiful sure, but I wasn’t usually interested in putting in effort.

There were a list of things I wanted to do with her that I didn’t know I wanted to do, like how on Saturday we’d watched a movie together. And of course, there was a list of things I wanted to do with her that I’d done a few of times before.

It would be different though.

My eyes hadn’t moved away from her, she tapped her fingers on the table and I let my mind wander. Two pictures playing in my head; one of her nails digging into my skin as she said- Screamed- my name and the other how nicely her hand fit with mine. It was contradictory.

Clearing my throat I looked back at my book and watched from the corner of my eye as she glanced at me “What is an Allele?”

Scrunching my nose, I read the first word I saw on the page. Y/N laughed and I felt like I was going to melt, she had laughed at something I said, not a fake laugh at a pick up line but a melody of real laughter.

Looking at her, our eyes met and I wanted her to tell me that she was just as confused as I was. That her head was a million different thoughts but all of them lead back to one simple thing; Me.

“It’s a heredity gene” I raised an eyebrow at her “You get two alleles for each gene, one from your mum and one from your dad, it can determine things like your hair or eye colour”

I nodded slightly but still didn’t understand completely. I had contextual clues but I wanted to hear her voice “… What?”

“You have blue eyes, so either one or both of your parents alleles must have a dominant blue eyed gene.”

I sighed, she’d noticed. I tapped my finger on the page and tried not to smile like an idiot. “You like my eyes?”

“I didn’t say that” Someone sounds a bit defensive.

“But you noticed they were blue”

“Because you’re always staring at me like you’re going to, I don’t know, murder me. You practically kidnap me every morning and afternoon now”

I couldn’t hold back my smile much as it only grew. Kidnap. Don’t girls all want a knight in shining armour, a prince with a carriage, to come and sweep them off their feet and ride off into the sunset?

Or did I have to physically pick her off the ground and carry her to my car for that clause to be valid?

“You’re so defensive.” I laughed “It’s alright Y/N, I know how pretty I am. I know how irresistible I can be” I put my arms up, flexing and trying to show her I was in peak physical fitness. I hadn’t seen her looking at anyone so I didn’t know if she had a ‘type’. Did she like jocks or not.

She smiled for a split second before I looked back at her, watching as she shook her head in fake disapproval and went back to writing. Rolling my eyes, I stopped flexing and put my arms back on the table.

Using my arm to nudge her and waiting for her to meet my eye line again. “By the way, you have to wait for me after class”

“Why?”

“Just please wait at your locker, okay?” She didn’t respond, only looked back at her work and I hoped for the best. She could easily just leave, and probably run into Max on the way. The idea of them having fun together without me made me angry. I wasn’t annoyed she was close with my brat step-sister, I was annoyed Max had gained her trust faster than I had without even thinking about it.

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Coach blabbered on about his plans for the basketball game today, nothing he said being of use to our team since his plays never worked, and my eyes wandered to the clock above the lockers. I began to tap my foot, ignoring that Steve Harrington was staring me down.

I felt my nerves bubbling inside me, wondering if Y/N would just leave. Could the coach just shut up already so I can go and find her?

As the bell rang, Coach ended his dull speech and left us to our own free will to prepare for the game. I happily bounced up and grabbed my jacket, pulling it over my uniform and hastily running my hands through my hair.

“Where you off you?” Jason, one of the jerks on the team asked. That wasn’t really any of his business. Jason fucking Carver, bible thumping narcissistic ass-wipe.

Ignoring him, I almost sprinted down the emptying hallways towards Y/N’s locker. It was the most unexplainable warm feeling when I spotted her leaned against her locker. Arms folded across her stomach, hair fallen in front of her eyes.

“You’re still here!” I smiled as I got closer to her.

She looked at me, seemingly unimpressed. “You’re my ride home” She knew perfectly well that she could have caught the bus, or even walked, but she waited.

“You don’t have plans today, do you?”

“Um” She paused briefly, and it felt like all the air had been forced out of my lungs. Did she have something happening tonight, a date? “No…?”

I chose to ignore the fact that her answer sounded more like a question, instead focusing on the fact that she didn’t have plans, and was therefore free to spend time with me. Being my good luck charm for the basketball game, or at least being some kind of eye candy for me to stare at.

“Good. Come on” I took her hand in mine and started walking, letting her follow behind me. She couldn’t see my face, allowing me to grin like an idiot.

My heart was practically pounding in my throat, i felt sick but it didn’t bother me. I swiped my thumb across the back of her hand, taking in every moment that it felt like we were unable to be torn apart.

Coming to a stop, I reluctantly relaxed her hand and held the door to the gym open. Y/N glanced down at her hand for a few seconds before looking up at me and meeting my gaze.

“What?” Her voice was soft, face slowly starting to turn red.

“I have a basketball game” She stood, staring at me blankly. I was tempted to close the gap between us now, but there were so many thoughts running through my head. “You’re here for support”

“I don’t like school sporting events, sorry”

She didn’t need to like basketball, she was blushing and looked sad that I had let go of her hand. “But you definitely like me now, so you should go sit in the seat I saved you”

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The game was going rather well, and every change I got I would look over at Y/N. There was something about know she was watching, and the little look on her face where I could tell she didn’t actually know what was going on, that made me get goosebumps.

“Billy!” Steve shouted, enforcing the unspoken rule we shared that we’d pause the petty rivalry and be somewhat civil during actual basketball games. He passed the ball as soon as we made eye contact, everyone on the court was blocked and as I saw the timer I knew there wasn’t enough time to start dribbling.

There wasn’t anything else I could do. Taking a deep breath, I jumped and the buzzer went off just as I felt the ball lose contact with my fingers. My feet hit the ground and I held my breathe, watching as it approached the hoop in what felt like slow motion.

I could feel every bead of sweat dripping down me, and with a perfect swish; the ball went in. Straight through the net, adding 2 points to the score and breaking the tie between the teams.

Cheers erupted from the surrounding people, and I didn’t even think before I acted. Letting my feet carry me towards where Y/N was standing and wrapping my arms tightly around her waist, burring my face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her sweet perfect scent.

I lifted Y/N’s feet off the ground and spun in a circle with ease, wanting to hold her forever. I wasn’t sure i’d ever understand the feelings I had, but I think all pf this meant that I wanted Y/N to be mine. Not in a ‘I own you’ way, but in a ‘we belong to each other’ way.

Putting her back on the ground carefully, I moved my hands quickly so I could put my hands either side of her face and lock her eyes with mine.

Her lips parted as she took a sharp breath and I felt her eyes pouring into my soul, if it wasn’t for the sight of the boys in my peripheral vision I probably never would have realised they were calling my name.

I could choose to ignore them, instead burry my hands in Y/N’s hair and press my body against hers take in every part of her being and share a pure, vulnerable kiss like no other. Jesus christ, what the fuck has she done to me. She’s turned me into someone so… needy. And she hadn’t even touched me. Yet, might I add.

Looking over my shoulder shoulder I shot a glare at a few of the boys and they quickly averted their gazes before I looked back at Y/N. My hands still cupping her face, and I slowly removed them before whispered as I smiled down at her.

“I’ll be back” I panted, slightly out of breath still.

She mindlessly nodded and I had to step back before I did something crazy, like pick her up again and lay on the bleachers just so I could hold her on top of me. I made my way back to the team, briefly celebrating with them before we began towards the locker rooms.

“Didn’t think you’d run in circles for some girl” Tommy patted my back, eying Y/N in a way that made me feel physically ill.

“Shut up, Tommy” Steve sighed, taking the words right out of my mouth. Tommy huffed and went into the locker rooms, and I followed Steve’s eye-line to Y/N. I balled my fists at my sides, almost ready to swing at him.

Every girl in this town, possibly this state, seemed willing to destroy all their pre-existing relationships for a chance to be with Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington. And Y/N and I weren’t exactly any sort of relationship, so there was nothing stopping her from being with Steve right now.

“Y/N Y/L/N” Steve said softly, and I clenched my jaw.

“Yeah?”

“Good for you, Billy.” Steve looked back to me and I furrowed my eyebrows. “She’s pretty cool, you’re lucky.”

I stared at him, my mouth slightly ajar. “Huh?” I said quietly

“She seems good for you”

Steve was continuing to be nice even after the game had finished. He was offering an olive branch. Y/N had created sufferable moments between Max and I, and now she was bringing me and Steve together. Perhaps I fell and hit my head 3 weeks ago and Y/N was a comatose dream I was having.

“Thank you” I replied, still unsure where Steve and I now stood. He nodded tightly, holding the locker room door open for me.

Glancing at Y/N once more, I made a choice to nod back at Steve and drop my glare. Entering the locker rooms and moving quickly. Wanting to shower as fast as possible as to avoid my teammates and get out it Y/N faster. The soap didn’t lather, and the water was ice cold, but nothing was going to ruin my mood. I was deciding if I’d take Y/N home, but maybe she wouldn’t invite me inside, and then we’d not get to do something together. Or perhaps her family would be home and they’d disapprove of me, kick me out, stop us from ‘hanging out’, I didn’t exactly have a good run with people in general.

My stomach gurgled and I realised how hungry I had gotten, it was a little later than 5 so maybe she was hungry too. If we went for dinner was that too formal, did it make it a date? I don’t think I’d mind that to be honest.

I harshly rubbed a towel on my hair, and ignored any of the guys trying to start a conversation as I dug through my locker to get my clothes on. My body was still a little wet, making my shirt stick to my skin and feel slightly uncomfortable. But nothing seemed more uncomfortable than telling the people on my basketball team that I was rushing outside just for a girl.

“Later” I shouted, not caring for their responses. Y/N was outside, looking up at the sky as she patiently waited leaned against the passenger door of my car. I stoked a hand through my hair in a poor attempt to make it look decent, realising that I hadn’t done my usual routine because I was too excited just to get out here. I lifted my arm and sniffed myself, a disgusting choice that I’m hoping she didn’t see, I smelt like the school’s little bars of soap and whatever toiletries we had in the gym showers. Not good, but better than the stench of sweat.

“Y/N” I called her name as i got closer to the car, shifting my bag to my other hand so I could get my keys out of my pocket.

She smiled, and I thought back to when we first met in Biology and she didn’t even want to look at me. Now she was, hopefully, just as devoted to me as I felt for her.

Even if she wasn’t, I felt content with waiting for her. She’d fall for me eventually.

“Hi” She looked around for something curiously “No after party?”

I laughed under my breath, unlocking the car “What do you mean? You’re my after party” I’d skip 100 parties to chase after her, i’d skipped so many things since meeting her and I had actually realised I didn’t even enjoy them. I enjoyed being around her, her presence was something that made me genuinely undeniably happy.

As I sat in the drivers seat, I watched Y/N squirm in the passenger seat. She’d always gotten in the back and let Max take the front. I could be bold and pretty much outright express that I ‘liked’ her by putting my hand on her thigh as we drove, just act like it was no big deal even if I was screaming inside.

Putting my hand behind her seat, I looked out the rear window as I reversed. Noticing her looking down at her lap and trying to hide her embarrassment. Did she like this? I wasn’t even doing anything other than driving.

I sighed as I drove out of the parking lot, turning the direction away from our houses “Are you hungry?”

“No” She lied, very obviously.

“Where do you want to eat?” I bit down on the inside of my cheek and drummed my hands on the wheel, waiting for her to answer.

She shrugged and looked out the window “There’s like 3 restaurants in Hawkins and they all sell the same things”

With the size of Hawkins, it didn’t take long to approach the edge of town. Some days I contemplated just driving back to California and never coming back, and every time I got close to doing so I’d see this little diner. I’d never tried it but now was as good a time as any, hopefully nobody from school would be here to bother us.

Yawning, I got out the car and waited so I could walk alongside her, and I thought about just holding her hand but I couldn’t find a reason. Did I need a reason other than wanting to?

I held open the glass door for her, and she entered the small establishment as people greeted us happily. Smiles on all of their faces, and I looked for an empty table.

Taking a seat at a booth, I sat down and waited. Wondering if she’d chose to sit beside me or across from me. She chose to sit across from me, it was hard to decipher if she wasn’t sitting next to me because she didn’t want to be close to me or if she was sitting across from me so we could look at each other.

I glanced at the menu and put it down, resting my elbows on the table and holding my head up so I could look at her. She was scrunching her nose as she read over the menu.

“What are you getting?” Y/N asked.

“Just a burger and fries.” I sighed, thinking about all those stupid television cliché diner dates “Maybe a milkshake”

“I’ll do that too” She beamer, placing her menu on mine and moving to stand.

“Where you going?”

“To… order at the counter?”

I get up and shake my head at the girl. “Stay, i’ll do it” She carefully sits back down as I go to the counter.

“Hello” The girl behind the cash register said, and I looked at her briefly. She twirled her hair around her finger and grinned at me, baring all her teeth.

“Just two burgers with fries, one milkshake” I paused. I didn’t ask Y/N what kind of milkshake she wanted so I had to take my best guess. “Strawberry”

“And…?” She encouraged

I raised an eyebrow at her “And? That’s all.”

“And… my number?” She forced out a laugh, her smile flattening but she continued to twirl her hair on her finger.

I blinked. Oh. I blinked again, unable to think of any response. Usually i’d just have her quickly and not even care, but I didn’t want her. I only wanted Y/N.

“I’m literally here with my girlfriend” I scoffed. Shocking myself with my own words. Girlfriend had come so naturally, I’d never had nor wanted a girlfriend before.

I wanted Y/N to be my girlfriend.

The girl awkwardly rushed to put my order through and allowing me to pay. I took two straws from the dispenser before running a hand though my still wet hair and going back towards the booth.

Y/N looked at me with wide eyes as I sat back down and I panicked that she’d heard what i’d called her, was she about to yell at me and tell me we weren’t even friends?

Someone came to the table very quickly, putting down the milkshake and scurrying away again. I grinned, putting both straws into the cup and moving it to the centre of the table.

“We’re not sharing” She said bluntly

“Why not?” That’s what couples did in movies. “It’s cute”

“I’m not interested in being ‘cute’ with you right now”

I felt my face heating up and tingling “But you are later?”

“Stop putting words in my mouth”

“I’m just saying what you’re thinking” I shrug and look up at a waiter as he puts down our plates. Either the service was incredibly fast or I was so wrapped up in staring at Y/N and trying to understand why I suddenly wanted a relationship.

Y/N scoffs and pulls one of the plates closer to herself. “You can’t read my thoughts”

“Sure, I can” I take a large bite and chew slowly so that I can watch her as she studies my face. The burger was pretty good. “You really want to kiss me, and you want to run your fingers through my hair.”

That’s what most girls wanted, and maybe implying that she wanted to would make her want to.

Y/N blinked slowly before rolling her eyes and picking up her own burger. “You have mustard on your nose, hot shot”

Hot shot. I moved my hand, wiping the back of it over the tip of my nose and looking down at it. A small smear of yellow. Fuck.

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I smirked as I put my last fry into my mouth “You’re staring at me”

“What? No. I’m staring at that lady’s giant hair” She frowned. She was lying again. I turned around, hoping to catch her out but there actually was a woman with huge hair. I turned back to face Y/N and an idea quickly appeared in my head.

I jumped out of my seat and moved to sit beside her, my thigh touching her thigh and putting an arm on the back of the booth behind her shoulders, during my head down so that I could whisper in her ear.

“I dare you to throw a fry in her hair”

“No, that’s rude and stupid”

“Loser has to pay” I picked up a fry from her plate and take a sharp breath, flicking it and watching it land almost perfectly on the large poof of blonde hair “Didn’t even notice”

Y/N scrunched her nose and shook her head for a second before picking up a fry and taking a deep slow breath. She threw the fry and it landed in the crook of her neck, making her turn to look at us. The girl beside me gasped and hurriedly looked down at the table.

I moved my hand, putting it to her cheek and turning her head so she was looking at me. Only a tiny gap of space between us as she looked into my eyes. I felt my breathing shallow and began to move forward but stopped when she spoke.

“I lost” She sighed, looking away.

I kept my hand on her cheek “You need to get better aim.”

She sighed and moved slightly, I dropped my hand but kept on looking at her, watching as she dug though her pockets.

“I have to pay” She says as I don’t dare move to let her out.

“I already did” I shrug, looking away and taking a fry from her plate. “Just wanted to see if you’d do it”

“Oh”

“What now, darling?” Something flashed in her eyes at the pet name but it wasn’t enough time to read it.

She stared at me with her lips parted “I don’t know”

Inhaling sharply, I swiftly moved out of the booth and held my hand out for her to take. She stared at it and I sighed “Take it”

“Do you wash your hands?”

“Y/N” I huff, putting my hands in my pockets and stepping back. Of course I wash my hands, couldn’t she see how desperate I was?

We walked in silence to the car, brushing my arm against hers any chance I got. Looking at her in admiration, trying to think of what else we could do to keep her from getting bored of me. She looks over at me and quickly looks away, biting her bottom lip as she looking at her feet.

“So how many girls do you bring out here to… you know” She tried to make conversation to hide that she’d been caught trying to look at me.

I know what she meant but I raised an eyebrow at her. “You know?”

“Woo”

“Did you actually just say ‘woo’?” I smirked, unlocking the car. She nodded and took a seat. “Well, wooing a girl usually means you’re trying to seek some sort of affection and create a relationship… So only one”

YOU. Please understand that I mean you!

I started the car and she twiddled her thumbs. “Where are we going?”

“Lover’s lake”

“Isn’t that for lovers” I grin at her and look back at the road ahead, trying not to burst out laughing a her mouth opens and closes quickly while she hesitates and furrows her eyebrows. “No, we are not together”

“At least, not yet” I didn’t mean to say that aloud, but when she didn’t object again I felt an overwhelming boost of confidence.

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After parking, I’d tried to get Y/N’s attention but she was deep in though. So I just sat with her silently, smiling softly as I watched her racking her brain. 20 minutes passed and she still hadn’t said anything, but occasionally she’d mouth a few words and i’d managed to catch my name more than once.

“Are you alright?” I asked “Do you need a doctor?”

She looked her balled fists and took a deep breath, letting go of the fabric of her pants. “I’m fine”

“You never been here?” I asked, hoping the answer was no. I’d been here before, unfortunately with a few girls that I no longer remembered.

“I have”

It felt like a slap in the face, of course someone had brought her here. They’d probably done all the things i’d been dreaming of with her before. I looked out the window and spun my key ring around my finger “Ex boyfriend or something?”

“No, it’s just one of the only nice places in Hawkins”

Humming in response, I pursed my lips. Had she dated anyone before, or would we be each others first relationships. That is, if she wants to date me.

She was so different that I had become worried I wasn’t good enough for her.

“Cool” Y/N said quietly, trying to fill the silence.

I climbed out of the car, looking at her and waiting for her to join me. She titled her head to the side as she looked at me through the windshield and I chuckled before making my way to the passenger side and opening the door for her.

She fake gasped and began to fan herself “Oh a gentleman”

“Truth or dare?” I asked stepping away from her and going towards the edge of the lake, hearing Y/N run to catch up with me.

“Dare” She said, sounding quite scared. I could dare her to kiss me but she’d probably fake gag and make a mini scene.

“I dare you, to jump in the lake.”

“Truth” She shook her head. Cheater, you can’t change your mind. But at least this meant I could get the answer I really wanted out of her.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

Without hesitation, she looked at the lake and removed her jacket. Putting it against my chest so i’d take it from her before she removed her shoes and dove into the water. Her head bobbed up almost immediately, wet hair clinging to her forehead.

“Fuck, it’s cold” She groaned loudly.

“So you do want to kiss me” I smiled, taking a seat on the ground.

“What?”

“You jumped in the water to avoid the question. So obviously, you want to kiss me” She didn’t even think about it, but if she’d said no instantly I also would have believed she was lying and did actually want to kiss me.

She huffs, her lip quivering slightly. That water must have been like an ice bath. “No, the water is nice”

Nodding to myself, I put her jacket down beside me so she had somewhere to sit without having the dirt and leaves stick to her. “Get out of there”

Thankfully, she did as I asked which meant I didn’t have to dive in and pull her out just so she wouldn’t catch a cold.

She squeezed her hair, water dripping out of it before she did the same to her shirt, exposing part of her abdomen to me. I took a sharp breath, shifting on mt spot and sliding off my own jacket so I could do another classic movie cliche.

She sat beside me on her jacket and I draped mine over her shoulders, Y/N looking at me with her her lips parted slightly. I swallowed and looked back at the lake while she continued to look at me.

“Truth or dare?” Her voice was soft, it was like liquid gold flowing through my ears.

I was almost shaking, fear and excitement making my stomach do flips. “I dare myself—”

“You can’t dare yourself, it’s my turn” She frowned and I only laughed, looking at her again and speaking slowly.

“I dare myself… To kiss you, Y/N”

She froze, wide eyes and locked with mine. I couldn’t not kiss her now, I had to follow through with the dare. I snaked my arms around her waist and my breathing began to feel shallow again, like someone was pressing down on my lungs so I couldn’t take a full breath. But I had never felt so safe.

Y/N leaned into my touch and I swallowed the lump in my throat before finally kissing her. It was softly at first, but I couldn’t control myself for long and it slowly gained intensity, she clung to me. Her hands gripping into my t-shirt and making me feel like our hearts were beating in sync. Her lips were warm and soft, the most amazing sensation i’d ever felt and I never wanted this feeling to end. No matter how uneasy I felt, or how crazy Y/N had made me, I was always going to feel bereft without her.

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[pastel-pillows]

I feel like once Billy is comfortable, he gives the best cuddles/hugs, he’s not used to that kind of physical intimacy and and once he gets it he soaks it up, crushing you into him with both arms and just absorbing your body heat and the gentle murmurs of you talking to him.

[alengmae]

Max cleared her throat, signaling her distaste for being ignored, "As the alpha of the house-" 

Billy groaned out in exasperation. 

Max stated, louder and more resolute, "As the alpha of the house, I have the final say on what goes on in this household." 

"She does not," Billy tried to interrupt but his protest went completely ignored. 

Susan smothered a cackle, refusing to break up the argument between her children. It had taken a lot to get here. She remembered how fragmented they were when her late husband was still alive. She barely had a good relationship with her own daughter, much less Billy. And the children were constantly at each other’s throats, unknowingly reaping the discord Neil had sown in their souls. But now, they survived. They had transitioned to healing. She would be forever thankful to be given a second chance.  

Max gave her brother a leveled glare, practically scolding him from daring to cut her off. "Be grateful I'm not enforcing a curfew on you, young man." 

Horrified, Billy turned to Susan and whined, “Mom, make her stop!” 

Oh. 

Susan blinked, not able to trust herself from bawling from the surge of emotions. It was forgiveness and trust and love and hope wrapped up in three simple letters. She was so sure she did not deserve it yet but she yearned to earn it. Her Billy had always been the better person to freely give without regard to merit. She struggled to compose herself, fixing a watery smile as she kissed her son on his temple. 

Billy let out a half-hearted protest, mumbling about the state of his curls under her overly eager hug.

[every-dayiwakeup]

Thinking about Billy breaking into Steve's house repeatedly without being detected, and one day Steve finds Billy Hargrove sleeping soundly in his bed, wearing his clothes (they're stretched out a bit, and the blonde's tummy is showing, but all Steve is thinking is that Hargrove actually looks... really cute), his face buried in his pillows, hugging his teddy bear.

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Hagans Parties Fucking Suck

cw: alcohol, puke mention, a little bit of a tussel, pot/smoking mention, season three spoilers, tommy hagain is a piece of shit and i hate him. 

Nobody understood why Tommy Hagan continued to throw ridiculous parties after he graduated. He’d always had a ‘peaked in highschool’ vibe and it was obvious he was still playing off of his popularity this summer. Its humid, it feels like your shirt is sticking to your skin. You don’t know why you’d decided to come to this fucking party, but you’re starting to regret it. Tina and Carol keep asking why you’re dating the (second) ‘Zombie Boy’ of Hawkins and you can feel your blood boil with each of their little snobby giggles. It reeks of sweat and cheap booze, and you have a headache by the time Tommy asks if his dick is fucked up like the rest of him. You’re fed up at that point, angry tears welling in your eyes as you shout at the man. Defending Billy’s honor is something you’re used to, considering he scarcely leaves the shitty apartment you two have anymore. The Starcourt fire was on the news for the four months Billy was in the hospital. He’d had reporters force him into interviews as soon as he was able to stay awake for longer than 30 minutes. You wouldnt have Tommy Fucking Hagan make it worse. HIs nose is bloody and he’s on his ass in 30 seconds flat and if BIlly were here he’d be proud. You know it was a bad idea, but you’re a little drunk and a little stoned and a lot pissed off.

Hagan calls you a whore and a freak but you can just barely here it over the rushing of blood in your ears. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before. You dump the rest of your drink on his head while he struggles to get up, and curtly walk back to the front yard. You knew this was a bad idea. You wish you’d just stayed home with Billy and watched some shitty horror. 

The humidity is worse outside and your fifth drink is making you sweat. June in Hawkins certainly wasn’t California heat, but it was still hot. You watch a little toad hop across the step stones up to Tommy’s parents house, giggling a little bit, reaching out to touch it, pouting when it hop away. You’re folded over your knees and staring at the concrete when heavy boots plant themselves just in your line of sight. “Don’ wanna talk Eddie, smoked enough already.” You giggle drunkenly, hed rolling to look up at who you previously thought was your best friend. Billy is beautiful in the moonlight i you first thought. His is that you look fucked up and pretty at the same time, something he wont ever understand. 

“Couldn’t have gotten blitzed at home sweetness? Had to come to fucking Hagans?” He smirks, arms crossed over his chest, covered, sadly. He rarely went without a shirt anymore, swore it was cause he still couldn’t stand the heat but you knew it was the scars. You get a little teary eyed thinking about it in your drunken state, making him frown. “Hey was’that for huh?” He mumbles around a lit cigarette, crouching down to look at you better, eyes scanning for possible injuries. You shake your head, waving a hand absently. “You’re pretty s’all, Bills. Missed you, these guys suck.” You huff, glaring back at the open front door were two girls you dont know almost drop their drinks in shock and skitter off. He chuckles softly, taking the cup from your hands and sucking on his teeth when he sees your brusied knuckles. “Whats that from baby?” He all but growls out, a thumb running over the blushy skin. You shrug, a wobbly smirk crossing your lips. “Decked Tommy Hagan cause he was bein fuckin’ RUDE.” You shout, lookig back at the house with fire in your eyes. Billy scoffs in surprise, eyes a little wide and a little hazy. “Oh didja now? Good job baby, looks like you got ‘im good. Need some ice for that hand though.” He states, trying to keep you from going back in to finish your ‘fight’. You ignore him, huffing. “Was callin’ you names n shit, pissed me off so bad Bill. You’re so good and they’re so stupid. Don’t know they should keep their fuckin’ mouths shut.” You grumble, watching him pet your hand with teary eyes. He frowns around his cigarette, nodding. “Thanks babydoll, I appreciate you standin up for me.” He’s gotten better at that, letting people help him. Love him. It took awhile but he’s getting there. “I wanna go home though, you wanna come with me?” You look up at him wide eyes, sucking on your bottom lip. “Uh huh, stupid lame ass party. Like you better anyhow.” You grumble, trying to stand up and failing. Billy chuckles at your pitiful little whine, grabbing you under the arms and pulling you up easily.  Your laugh is music when you get thrown over his shoulder. “Unhand me you brute!” You say in a silly voice, patting his butt playfully, making him chuckle. “Quit that shit or I’ll drop you.” He says in a way too fond voice, putting you in the front seat of your jeep and helping you with the seatbelt. He knows in the morning you’ll be whiney and sick with a nasty hangover, but he can’t find it in him to care. He used to hate the sticky warm feeling in his chest when he looked at you but now he embraces it. Let’s his cheeks warm up and his eyes glaze over a little bit as you hum Zeppelin with the radio distractedly playing with your rings. This is home to him more than Neil’s house ever fucking had been, and he won’t trade it for the world. He’s also planning on eating you out so good you see stars as a reward for knocking Hagans lights out, but thats tomorrow. Tonight he has to make sure his baby doesn’t choke or hurl on the way home.

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Billy Hargrove x Reader

What happens when you move to indiana to reunite with your lover?

You wave to the car as it drives away. Neil and Susan forced Billy (and Max) to move to a small town. In fucking Indiana.

You force down the tears. He promised to call every time he could. A long distance relationship would be hard, but worth it.

After two years of dating, and a life time of friendship, you two were inseparable. Your mom claimed she didn't believe you two could survive more than an hour apart. Her logic was being tested.

You still remember the night Billy came to your window. When you opened it, you thought Neil had hit him. His eyes were puffy and red rimmed.

He told you the news that shook your world. He was moving over 2,000 miles away.

You had both laid I'm bed while holding each other. The only thing to be heard was promises of staying together and sniffles.

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It's been a month since Billy moved. Your mom gave you sympathetic glances every day.

You no longer had a will to live. The (almost) nightly phone calls weren't enough. They never would be. He tried to call you anytime Neil wasn't home. Even if it was just to leave a message.

"You're a zombie sweets," your mom tells you as you grab a candy bar for breakfast. You give her a questioning look as she hands you a paper.

"What's this?" You ask as you look at a brochure for a house in Hawkins, Indiana. Wait, Hawkins?

"I sold the house," your mom blurts. You toss your makeshift breakfast on the counter and give her a big hug.

"Thank you," you say as you squeeze her. Your mom couldn't stand the way you acted without him.

"I couldn't see you live like the undead another day," she states and you scoff. It was true though.

Without Billy, weekends were no longer spent surfing. They were spent watching sad movies while crying.

You didn't take turns driving the other to school, you personally liked your car more, it was just an old corvet your m bought for your 16th.

And, instead of speeding to school, you drove at a painfully slow pace. No longer caring; about anything.

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It had been two weeks since the news if moving had been delivered. Now, as you drive up to the house in your cherry red car, you can't wait.

Billy had been told that you were spending the weekend at a friend's, you hadn't told him that you were moving.

It had been hectic getting moved in. Your mom had sent you to pick up something to make dinner. You had ran into Max. She had agreed to keep the secret, claiming it was for you not Billy.

Your mom had been able to transfer to the local PD. Thank God, her job had been boring since Neil left. None of the abuse calls were going to follow up. Neil was good friends with the chief in Cali.

It had only gotten him so far considering he had been locked up a few weeks prior. Must suck to get arrested for doing something you knew was illegal.

You grab the grocery bags and walk in the house. You couldn't help the smile on your face. Tomorrow was Monday. The first day of your new school. And billy. Definitely only excited for him.

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You pull into school and he doesn't notice you. You park your car in the back next to some other brightly colored cars.

You see the light blue Camaro and someone with dirty blonde curls with a cig. You slowly walk up and clear your thoat.

"What the hell do,-" he cuts himself off mid sentence when he sees you. He can't believe his eyes. You should be over 2,000 miles away.

He tosses the cig and picks you up for a hug before releasing you and pressing a kiss yo your lips. He pulls away and takes your face in his hands.

"You should be on the east coast," he almost questions. So, you give him the spill. His only response is to hug you again.

"Never leave again," he whispers into your hair. Billy doesn't care that half the school is watching him. He doesn't care that he know has his reputation ruined for being soft.

He only cares about you. And your car. But mainly you.