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Just A Kiss Pt. 2

Soft Billy Hargrove x Reader

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Post Date: January 31st, 2023

Post Time: 10:46 pm

Summary: Billy, Reader, Max and Lucas go to the beach to spend one of their last days together before Max and Lucas start senior year. While they're there, they have some fun before the reader gives Billy some news that makes him feel like he’s over the moon happy. 

This can be read as a part 2 to our other fic Just A Kiss or as a stand alone fic. 

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

Billy’s Pov: 

My eyes slowly open and take a moment to fully wake up. I feel movement to my right and that’s when a slow grin makes way to my face. I look down and see that y/n is still curled up to my side. 

She lets out a light puff of air as she continues to sleep and I can’t help but watch her be so peaceful. I grin as an idea comes to my mind and I pull her slightly closer. I nuzzle my face into her neck before leaving a kiss on it. 

Her face scrunches up for a moment before going peaceful once again. I roll my eyes and nuzzle her neck again only lightly trying to make it tickle. Again she scrunches her face up and I leave another kiss on her neck before I feel her hand come up to my hair. 

She tangles her fingers in my hair and gently pulls me up to her. She keeps her eyes closed, but pulls me into a kiss. I kiss her back for a moment and she hums into it before I pull back. I grin at her and reach up to play with a strand of her hair. 

“Good morning, princess,” I speak up softly with a light smile as I continue to play with her hair. 

“Good morning, handsome,” she whispers out with her own smile on her face. 

I put my forehead to hers and close my eyes with a sigh. We sit with our foreheads together for a moment and she continues to scratch at my head. 

“What ya thinking about, baby?” she quietly asks me and I grin as I open my eyes to look into hers. 

“I’m thinking that… you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on… and that I’m incredibly lucky to have you as a wife,” I speak softly before leaning my head forward to peck her lips. 

It’s moments like this that remind me of all my thoughts last night and I just love her more. I grin as she grows bashful and I can’t help but love where we have ended up in life. 

“Billy… stop it. You’re making me feel all mushy! It doesn’t help that I’m pregnant, which makes me feel extra mushy!” She shouts out as she covers her face and groans. 

“Sorry princess. Can’t help but to state the truth,” I tell her and she pulls her hand away from her face as she shakes her head. 

“I can’t with you when you get all sentimental…” she tells me as she playfully pushes me off and I chuckle. 

“Are we still going down to the beach today?” she asks and I nod as she slowly pushes herself up off the bed. 

“Yup. You, me, and Max,” I respond and she nods. 

“Ok. Well, I’m gonna get ready then,” she tells me and I grin as I nod at her while she grabs her swimsuit from the drawer. 

“Oh, one more thing,” she says as she turns around and waddles back over to me. 

“I love you,” she tells me with a grin before pecking my lips, then running to the bathroom. 

“I love you too, sweetheart!” I yell out just as the door closes and I chuckle, shaking my head as I get up. 

“B! Are you going to wear your trunks or would you like me to put them in the bag?” she yells out from the closet that she'd gone into a few minutes ago and I pause with a little chuckle. 

“Already got em’ ready to put on, babe, but can you please make sure my extra pair is in the bag?!” I ask her as I get up and walk over to the dresser where I had laid them last night before bed. 

“Yeah, I got you babe!” she replies from the closet and I shake my head as a smile falls on my face at her quoting of the song. 

“Princess, you do know that song’s almost five years old right!?” I shout out, but all she replies with is a giggle, which makes me shake my head. 

I quickly change into my trunks before starting to grab my wallet and other things to stuff in my pockets. Just as I pull my wallet off the dresser, something falls out of it. I bend down, rolling my eyes —I need to start making sure everything is in there tight when I close it next time— and quickly pick whatever it is up with the plan of putting it back in better than before. 

As I grab it, I realize it’s one of the polaroids I keep in my wallet. I turn it around so it’s facing the right way and when I do a grin makes way to my face when I see which one it is. It’s another one of us from that first date night and I look over it as I stand back up, opening my wallet to put it back in. 

Once it’s back in, I close my wallet and shove it into my swim trunks pocket. Just as I pull my hand from my pocket, the doorbell goes off. 

“Baby! Can you get the door, please? It’s probably Max,” y/n shouts from the closet and I chuckle, shaking my head. 

“Sure, but babe, what are you doing in there? You’ve been in there quite a while,” I shout as I head to the door.

“Oh! Just you wait. You’ll know later. Just go get the door,” she tells me.

“Ok… ok…” I agree before walking out of our room and down the stairs. 

I walk up to the door and pull it open to see my little sister standing there along with Lucas. She smiles softly before shrugging. 

“Sorry. I thought having him here would make me feel like less of a third wheel,” she tells me and I nod before letting them in. 

“I’ve got no problem with it. Just wasn’t expecting him,” I tell her as we all walk into the living room and sit down. 

“Max! Lucas! What a surprise! How have you guys been?” Y/n asks as she slowly comes down the stairs. 

“Babe. Let me help you,” I say as I rush over to help her down the stairs. 

“Oh, would you quit? I’m five months pregnant, I'm perfectly capable of walking down the stairs,” she groans out, swatting my hands away and I shrug. 

“Still gonna help you whether you like it or not, babe,” I tell her and she rolls her eyes at me. 

“We’ve been fine. Would you look at you! You're glowing!” Max replies with a smile as she gets up to hug her with a wide grin. 

“How’ve you guys been? How’s my little niece or nephew been?” Max asks as she pulls back from y/n, but still keeping a hold of her arms. 

“We’ve been great. A little tired and sore, but both me and the baby are great. I’m so glad your brother convinced me to move out here,” y/n tells her with a grin as she holds her hand out to me. 

I move over and grab her hand with a smile. Max grins before sitting back down and I follow, pulling y/n with. 

“Are we eating before we go or there?” Max asks as she fully sits down now. 

“We’ll eat there. Do you guys have your bags?” I ask and Max nods. 

“They’re in the car ready to just switch over,” she tells me and I nod. 

“My goodness, I can’t believe this is the last summer before you're a senior,” I say, shaking my head in disbelief. 

“Ok, dad,” Max jokes as she rolls her eyes at me. 

“Hey. I get to be sentimental, ok! You’re my little sister. It’s going to happen whether you like it or not. Plus, I better be the one that kid asks when he’s getting ready to marry you,” I affirm, making both Lucas and Max blush on the couch as I point at him. 

“Well, I would say I prefer that over you catching us kissing the first time…or the old Billy,” Max mumbles out and I fold my arms over my chest. 

“Shouldn’t have kissed on the porch then… should have done it before he brought you home. He better not be asking Harrington either,” I explain with a shrug and point at Max, making y/n let out a snort. 

“And that’s better than our first real kiss? And why would he be asking Steve?” she jokes and I roll my eyes. 

“Not my fault your dad came out at just the perfect time. Plus, I wasn’t the one who initiated the make out and moaned. That, my dear, was you. I would have been just fine with just a kiss goodnight,” I promise with a shrug and she slaps my shoulder. 

“And I know Harrington is like the father of the group or whatever, but I get asked, not him,” I wiggle my fingers as I try to make my point, making y/n giggle as she shakes her head. 

“He’s the babysitter, not the dad. Maybe big brother status, but never dad. Of course I’d want Lucas to ask you. You’re my big brother first and foremost,” Max tells me her face scrunched up and my heart swells with pride. 

“Most definitely,” Lucas agrees with wide eyes and a nod when Max looks at him. 

“Wait. Wait. Wait. So, Billy, you're saying that it was my fault my dad heard me moan…” y/n asks, changing the subject again and I nod as I start to get up off the couch. 

“Good. And precisely, princess. That wasn’t my fault,” I muse as I walk to the kitchen. 

“Babe, is the cooler ready to go out?” I ask as I turn back to look at y/n. 

She smiles, nodding and I give a nod to let her know I got what she was saying. I walk the rest of the way into the kitchen and find the cooler sitting out. I shake my head before lifting the handle and pulling it on its wheels behind me. 

“Princess… you didn’t by chance lift this to get it off the table did you?” I ask as I walk back through to the main room and she looks at Max. 

“Uhh oh… Maxie, I’m in trouble…” she whispers to Max, who just laughs. 

“Really that bad, huh?” Max asks and y/n rolls her eyes. 

“He won’t even let me lift a towel sometimes. I swear your brother is smothering me!” Y/n playfully jokes and I coyly grin at her. 

“You think she’d be used to the smothering by now,” Lucas chimes in with a laugh, making Max laugh too. 

“Right?! They’ve been together for how long now?” Max replies before trying to remember the answer to her own question. 

“Four, almost five years,” I inform them as I pick up my keys from the key bowl. 

“Wow. He knows that better than I do,” y/n jokes as she and Max giggle. 

“Billy’s always been good with dates,” Max adds with a shrug and y/n hums in agreement. 

“Well, are all of you coming or not?” I ask and they all nod before starting to get up. 

Max helps y/n up and I smile knowing my wife’s in good hands. Without looking to see who’s following, I walk out to my car and Lucas follows right behind. I open the trunk and he quickly moves their stuff over as I put the cooler in before getting into the car. 

“Where are the girls?” I ask after he gets into the back seat. 

“I don’t know. They said they had to do one more thing before we leave,” he tells me with a shrug and I nod before turning the music up slightly. 

It’s only a few minutes later that the girls come out, giggling the whole way. Y/n stands by the trunk and Max stops by her door as y/n knocks on the trunk lightly. I pop it open and she puts whatever she has in before coming around to get into the front seat as Max gets in the back next to Lucas. 

“What are you two giggling about?” I ask as they get buckled up. 

“Girl stuff. I’m sure you don’t wanna know, Mr. Machoman, ” Max jokingly sounds annoyed as she playfully rolls her eyes at me. 

“Whatever you say,” I decide to just go along with it. 

I look over to y/n only to see her smiling widely and I can’t help but smile myself. I shake my head in slight disbelief that this is my life before looking straight at the road again as I continue to drive us to the beach. Soon before I know it, we’re arriving and I’m parking the camaro.  

“Me and Max’ll go find a good spot. You boys get the stuff and come find us,” y/n informs as she quickly gets out of the car and lets Max out. 

“Uhh. Ok. Be careful!” I shout out to her as I get out while her and Max seem to scurry off like two road runners. 

“We will!” Max shouts back before turning back and letting y/n grab her arm before they continue on their way. 

I look at Lucas with a raised eyebrow and he shrugs, shaking his head no. I shake my head in amusement before turning and opening the trunk. Lucas grabs his and Max’s stuff as I grab the stuff y/n had packed as well as the cooler. 

We walk down and look for the girls. Soon we find them laying out the big blanket and sitting down on it. I put the cooler on one corner of the blanket before sitting down next to y/n. Lucas sets his and Max’s bag down before sitting down himself. 

Together we all stay on the blanket for a while, just soaking in the sun and enjoying each other’s company. Y/n and Max read a magazine together, giggling every once in a while. Each of us snack off of the food y/n had packed. 

Lucas does whatever he wants and I do a crossword puzzle with my headphones that are connected to my walkmen. Thunderstruck by AC/DC plays in my ears as y/n scratches my scalp lightly while still laughing with Max over their magazine. It’s all serene as we all just exist together for a while. 

“Babe, I forgot to tell you,” y/n speaks, pulling the left ear of my headphones off as she looks down at me where my head lays on her thigh. 

“You forgot to tell me something, hmm? And what would that be, princess?” I ask her as I grab the walkman to pause the music and she grins down at me. 

“There’s a surf shop on the pier. I was thinking you could rent a board and go surfing again. You haven’t done that since yours broke and that was almost two- no, three years ago now,” y/n explains to me and I smile up at her. 

“Thank you, babe, but I don’t know if I’d even remember how to,” I tell her before we hear a scoff, making us both look at Max. 

“Billy, come on. You’ve been surfing since you were what, eight?” Max asks and I nod against y/n’s leg as she lets out a hum of confirmation for me. 

“I’m sure muscle memory will kick in. Also I doubt three years is enough time for you to just forget. Admit it, you just don’t wanna leave y/n,” Max jokingly admonishes me and y/n puts her hand over her mouth, muffling a giggle as I look at Max with an unamused face. 

“That’s not true…” I mumble and Max scoffs. 

“Oh, please, you know it is. Just go. I’ll stay with y/n. I promise she’ll be ok with me. In fact, why don’t you take Lucas and he can learn. He hasn’t gotten to yet,” Max continues and y/n giggles when I give her an annoyed look. 

“Come on, babe. It’s a bonding moment. You and Lucas could totally use it,” y/n agrees with Max and I sigh before sitting up. 

“Ok… ok… you keep your eyes on her, you hear me?” I tell Max, pointing at my little sister with a warning finger and she puts her arms up in surrender. 

“I swear on my life, Billy. She’ll be ok with me,” she promises me before sticking her pinky out to me. 

“Ok…” I hesitantly agree as I sit up and link my pinky with hers, smiling at our little thing. 

After the whole mind flayer thing, if y/n wasn’t there, it was Max. Slowly Max and I grew our relationship into a real brother-sister relationship. Over the time we bonded, it just became our thing to do a pinky promise with each other whenever one just needed reassurance. 

“I guess it’d be fun to surf again. Thanks for the suggestion, princess,” I say before leaving a kiss on her cheek. 

I get up off the blanket and stand up. I wait for Lucas to stand up as well, but he doesn’t. 

“Well, Lucas? Are you coming or not?” I ask him and he looks up in shock for a moment. 

“Wait. You actually want me to come?” he asks, making me chuckle. 

“Yeah. Why not? It seems my little sister has a thing for you and wants to keep ya around, so might as well bond with ya,” I playfully inform him with a shrug, but he shakes his head. 

“I just thought you still hated me,” Lucas admits, still shocked and I wave my hand at him. 

“That-” I start to talk, but Max cuts me off before I can get my full sentence out. 

“Lucas. I told you, that was the old Billy. Y/n’s really softened him up over the years,” Max jokes and I roll my eyes. 

“I’m not too soft. I’m the same old Billy. I just now have reasons to actually care about life,” I explain even when I know that everything Max is saying is true. 

“Hmm. You’re definitely the same old brooding Billy who cuddles into y/n like his life depends on it. Most definitely,” she jokes with a roll of her eyes and y/n stifles a laugh behind her hand. 

“I am not soft. Just more aware…” I continue to deny it, making y/n and Max look at one another before bursting out into giggles. 

“Ok. Ok. I don’t have to take this. Come on, Lucas. Let’s go get us some boards,” I wave at him as I start to walk towards the pier. 

Lucas quickly gets up and starts to follow me, but I stop to turn around to look back at the girls. Lucas stops with me and turns as well. 

“Make sure she drinks more water. She’s barely had any today,” I tell Max, who nods before shooing us off again. 

“I will. I will. Go on, have fun,” Max agrees and I shake my head before turning around to walk off again. 

Reader's Pov:

“Are they gone?” I ask Max and she turns to look behind her. 

“Yup. You're good. Go change,” she tells me and I grin shyly at her. 

“I need help up, Maxie,” I tell her and her face falls in shock. 

“Oh! Yeah, of course. Of course,” she exclaims as she rushes to get up. 

“It’s ok,” I tell her with a giggle as she helps me up. 

“Ok. Take your time. I know what to say if they get back before you do,” she tells me as she sits back down on the blanket. 

“Can you pass me my bag? The stuff is in it,” I tell her and she nods before grabbing the bag, passing it up to me. 

“Ok. I’ll be back,” I comment and she nods at me, giving me my cue to go. 

With one last smile and small giggle, I start to walk -more like waddle- over to the bathroom. I walk into a stall before closing the door behind me. Pulling my bag off my shoulder, I hang it up on the hook. 

I take a moment and sigh before unclipping the main flap. I pull my other suit out and let it fall unraveled. With a small smile I hang it on the hook over my bag before slowly slipping out of the one I’m wearing. 

Once the one I was previously wearing is off I fold it up neatly before putting it back into my bag. I then take the new one off of the hook and slip it on. When it’s on, I let out a huff of air before grabbing my bag and unlocking the stall door. 

I walk out and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, making me smile at the bright pink suit. I walk back out and back over to Max, seeing she now has the food set up. 

“Hey. You look good,” Max tells me as she smiles up at me. 

“Thank you. Even as a pregnant woman?” I ask her in a joking tone and she lets out a laugh. 

“Yes, even as a pregnant woman,” she promises with a pointed look and I giggle. 

“Are the boys back yet?” I ask her as she gets up to help me sit back down. 

“Nope, but I figured they would be soon so I decided to set up early,” she tells me as she sits back down next to me. 

“Ok. Did I pack everything?” I ask as I look around at her set up. 

“I think so. Do you want me to go over the list you sent me?” she asks and I smile at her. 

“If it’s not too much trouble,” I tell her with a nod. 

“Nope, no trouble at all. I have it right here. Thought you’d want it,” she explains as she pulls out the small sheet of paper from her book. 

“Ok. Let’s see. Pink lemonade, strawberries, watermelon, goldfish, ham sandwiches…” Max lists out and I nod at each item. 

“Oh! And of course the pink bubblegum ice cream, but I left that in the cooler because obviously… ice cream, duh,” she finishes off in a sassy tone and I giggle. 

“Oh, of course. Ice cream and sun definitely don't mix well,” I playfully agree with her and she laughs. 

“Oh! Here the boys come. Act very casual,” I tell her when I see the boys walking back with their boards tucked under their arms. 

“I think you need to act normal,” Max snorts out at me and I giggle. 

“What are you two giggling about over here, huh?” Billy asks as he and Lucas come to a stop in front of us, standing his board up in the sand.

“Wait a minute… something’s off…” Lucas comments and I fight back a smile. 

“You're right, Lucas, and I believe I know what it is,” Billy agrees as he looks at me. 

“And why did you change, hmm?” he asks me with a smirk. 

“Oh, Max accidentally spilled some of the lemonade on me. So I changed into this back up so I wouldn’t have to be sticky the rest of the day,” I tell him the excuse that me and Max had thought up earlier on before leaving the house. 

“Hmm…” he hums with a cocked eyebrow and I slowly start to panic, but it seems he buys it. 

“Anyway. Y/n thought you boys should eat something before going out to surf,” Max quickly explains, expertly changing the subject. 

“Sure. I could eat. Is the suit new? I haven’t seen it,” Billy asks as he seems to be trying to read my expression. 

“Yeah. I bought it last week,” I answer him and he smiles. 

“Well I love it, babe,” he tells me and I feel a light blush cover my cheeks. 

“Well. Let’s eat, then we can head on out,” Billy comments as he pushes his board farther into the sand so it’ll stand on its own. 

Lucas does the same and they both sit down on the blanket again. Billy lays down next to me with his elbow holding him up and immediately grabs a strawberry. He eats it before tossing the stem into the sand. 

“Did I miss something?” Lucas asks from beside Max, making us look at us. 

“Hmm. No, I don’t think so?” Max replies nonchalantly with a shrug. 

“Really? Because everything seems to be pink or some form of it,” Lucas points out and I look at Max. 

“Oh. Must have just happened that way,” Max tells him as she looks at me while we both fight smiles. 

“Oh… ok,” Lucas seems to just agree even though he’s still very confused. 

“On another note. We brought ham sandwiches,” Max again expertly changes the topic. 

“He is right. There seems to be a bit of a theme here,” Billy comments as he looks up at me and I shrug. 

“Really, babe, it wasn’t planned,” I tell him and he gives me a look of disbelief. 

“Hmmm, ok… says the woman in pink… who matches the food…” he hums out his deductions and I shake my head. 

“It really just happened that way,” I tell him, even when I know it definitely wasn’t. 

“Hmm…” he hums again as I finally hand him his sandwich in hopes he won’t ruin the surprise too soon. 

As soon as each of us gets our sandwiches, Billy and Lucas seem to devour theirs, making me and Max look at each other before bursting out into giggles. 

“What?” Lucas asks, which only makes us laugh harder. 

“Nothing, babe. Just nothing,” Max tells him as she wipes under her eyes. 

“Uhh… ok…” he says, making me and Max giggle again. 

“Welp, that was an awesome sandwich, princess, but I’m ready to go do some surfin,” Billy states as he wipes his hands and starts to stand up. 

“Wait. At least have yourself some ice cream before you go. I got the individuals,” I tell him and he shakes his head before sinking back down. 

“Ok. I’ll have some ice cream,” Billy agrees with a smile. 

I smile softly at him before turning and as I do I give Max a look. She gives me a look of encouragement and I give her what I hope is a subtle nod before grabbing Billy’s ice cream. I give it to him with a spoon and he smiles before looking at the flavor. 

“Babe, why’d you give me pink bubblegum?” he asks and I shrug. 

“I just thought it’d taste good was all. Why don’t you just try some, babe?” I tell him and he shakes his head before popping it open. 

“The things I do for you. This doesn’t leave this beach, got it?” he asks both Max and Lucas as he points at them. 

“Got it,” the both say in unison as they hold their hands up in surrender. 

Billy nods curtly before grabbing onto the spoon and digging into it. He gets a good amount on the spoon before putting it into his mouth. His face scrunches for a moment before slowly relaxing. 

“Hey, this stuff’s not so-” he starts, but pauses as he looks down into the ice cream to find a paper sticking out of it. 

Billy’s Pov: 

“What’s this?” I ask as I pull what seems to be a slip of paper out of my ice cream. 

I look up at y/n, who gives a small nod along with a soft smile. I then look at Max and she too nods at me. I set the ice cream down and wipe off the piece of paper. I then arch an eyebrow as I slowly unravel it only to reveal a note:

Hi Daddy! 

Mama has a surprise for you, she knows you wanted to wait… but she may have accidentally found out last week. Ok. I’ll let her tell you…

After reading it over, I look up at y/n in confusion as I try to figure it out. I try to ask her what it means, but my voice doesn’t even make it out before she’s holding a gift bag out to me. I arch my eyebrow at her again as I reach out and grab it. 

I quickly start to open it and pull out a piece of fabric. As I do, something falls to my lap and I pick it up to see it’s the last ultrasound photo of our baby. The one I wasn’t able to be at, but at least we knew the baby was doing well. 

“Wha…?” I ask as I look up at y/n again. 

“Go ahead, baby. Look at the onsie,” y/n tells me with a smile and I nod before doing as I’m told. 

I open it and see the words Daddy’s princess written on it. I look at y/n in surprise and she smiles, nodding as tears line her lash line. 

“I’ve officially been promoted to Queen, baby…” she tells me and I shake my head, tears coming to my eyes. 

“We’re having a little girl?” I ask and y/n nods happily. 

“A little princess,” she replies and a grin slowly makes its way to my face. 

“I know we wanted to wait until the baby was born, but the technician who did the last scan kinda let it slip. So I told Max and we decided to do this to tell you,” y/n explains and I shake my head again.

“A little girl…” I whisper and she smiles, nodding softly. 

“Now it all makes sense,” Lucas says like he had an epiphany. 

“Yup…” Max agrees with her own smile. 

“My princess. Thank you for giving me the life I didn’t imagine for myself y/n. I love you so so much,” I tell her as I pull her into a hug. 

“No need to thank me, Billy. You made this life for us too. I love you so much more,” she tells me and I kiss her forehead. 

I move y/n so she’s in between my legs and it stays quiet for a moment as I just hold y/n there with my face in her neck. It’s only after I see a flash out of the corner of my eye that I look up to see Max now in front of us, taking a picture on her polaroid camera. When it prints she hands it to me as she comes to sit back by us. 

I look at it:

And smile at the sweetness of the moment. At that moment, I decide to keep it so I pull out my wallet and put it in right behind the other one. 

I definitely can’t believe this is the life we’ve created and I’m so ready for the rest that’s coming. I’m glad it wasn’t just a kiss that first night. 

The End…

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Harrington!reader who struck up a friendship with Billy after finding him crying. It wasn’t long until she developed a crush on the older boy. But she knew she was the least attractive girl in school, and on the cheerleading squad. Every girl was all over him, she never thought he’d see her that way.

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I'm so sorry, I got carried away, and I made it super long, SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I HOPE EVERYONE ELSE DOES this has: fluff, angst, mean brother persona on Steve's behalf, OOC Billy Hargrove, soft side.

wc: 8k (i got a lil inspired, no one requests Billy and I love to write him 😭)

Stupid Steve. Stupid school. Stupid fucking stereotypes.

You understand, you get it, the fucking sister of Steve Harrington should be the perfect girl, perfect as her idiotic brother. If only they knew that being in every single sport isn’t what Steve wants, it isn’t what he desires, it isn’t what he always dreamed about. 

But it’s not that perfection they want from you, oh no. It’s not your fault you have bad eye sight so you have to wear glasses, and for some reason that made you fucking undesirable. Just because you are wearing glasses, and you’ve been wearing them ever since middle school, where there were minimum problems with it, and now in high school when you just want to be able to date someone, or even kiss, it’s almost impossible because of them.

So yes, you knew people didn’t want to be with you, and you knew that it was all because of the idealization of the Harrington girl not meeting their expectations. Jokes on them, every single fucking guy in school looks like stepped on shit.

When you finally got into freshmen year, you already knew Steve was the most popular guy in school, always boosting about it at the dinner table, father always saying how proud he is for Steve being the captain of almost every fucking imaginable sport. You looked up to Steve, you really did look up to your brother… Until you crossed those forsaken high school doors, and the only face your brother sent you was that of disgust and turned his back on you.

And that sets your fate.

Now as a Junior, your brother finally graduates this year. Ever since he started dating Nancy who is in the same year as you, he has relatively changed. At home, he now tries to invite you to hang with him at the mall, or tell you to have dinner together when your parents aren’t home… You declined his invitation every time. You prefer to eat dinner in your bed, alone, while he drives away to be with Nancy. Just you, your books, and some good music. You are fine. 

It doesn’t help the fact that you have just one friend at school, and she’s not even always with you because she is Nancy’s Best Friend. Barb was always nice to you, and it’s the only one you talked to in class, because then in cheerleading practice, which you had to enter because you needed extracurricular credit because your parents said so, you were given the cold shoulder by every teammate there. You didn’t participate in the cheers really, you just wear the uniform every now and then and pass them bottles of water.

You just have to survive one year, just one more year and you can go to college, probably start anew, meet people, meet someone. You fixed your glasses on the bridge of your nose as you took notes while sitting at the bleachers, hearing the squeak of the tennis shoes of all the boys in the basketball team just going around. You hear a thump, making your eyes look up to see your brother laying on the floor, making you frown.

Then it made sense, as Billy Hargrove smirked, helping your brother stand up again. 

You knew that he wanted to take Steve’s position as the most popular guy at school, getting prom king and all that shit. You have heard your brother complaining about him on the phone sometimes, maybe to Nancy or to one of his friends. From what you’ve seen, Billy looked like a tough and irritating guy, and there is no need for you to get close to him at all, and you really could care less about what he does to your brother.

And that is basically your everyday life. Invisible, and you’re fine with that.

You’re fine. 

“Hey, can you believe that guy?” Your head snapped up to see your brother at your door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. You raised your eyebrow at him, looking back down at your book. “If he takes away my captainship in the team, I will– Dad will fucking cut my head off.” 

“That’s what you get for following his dreams from day one.” You mumble in a low tone, but he caught onto it, frowning at you.

“I have my own dreams. I don’t follow his.” You nodded at that while still not looking at him. You really could care two shits about all of this. 

“Maybe Nancy can help you with this kinda stuff. I'm busy.” You heard shuffling at the door and then a sigh. You heard steps and you raised your head to hear him slam his door shut, and you knew he was probably getting ready to go to a party or something because of the music he started playing on his radio. Not once you were invited to one of those, not even by your own brother. He had hosted parties before, and you were commanded to stay in your room all night. The only time you came out of your room was to the bathroom to pee, and even then you had to wait because people were always making out inside. 

You got up from bed, closed the biology book to then set it on your desk, looking over to your library of VHS’s tilting your head to check what to watch tonight. You picked Terms of Endearment and Sixteen Candles. Your collection was full of romance and dramatic movies because it’s just your favorite genre to watch. Same with your books, your favorite being Sense & Sensibility. 

Steve left after a few minutes, and you made your way down to start your Friday movie night, and tomorrow will be the same, next weekend too. You should get more movies, you are on a roll of rewatching stuff by now. But it was at this moment, when you put the cassette into your player, and you finally sat down and started watching Sixteen Candles that it all simply fell apart.

Your rough facade crumbles down as you see the romance of the characters on screen, the friendship that is displayed in these movies, late calls with friends, kicking your feet because the guy you liked kissed you, or even called you to spend time with you. You stare absentmindedly at the screen as you see the kissing scene finally happening and your fingertips brush over your lips, just softly, tracing the shape of them.

After a few hours Steve finally returns home, completely sober and cursing under his breath. He sees the light of the living room turned on and some blue light shining on. He walked inside to find you asleep on the couch with the TV still on. He sighed, walking over to turn it off but then his eyes looked at your form, making his face completely fall down.

He bent over your figure to see the dried tears on your cheeks, falling down onto the couch. He looked over to the coffee table to look at what you were watching, getting hold of the case. You watch the same movie every Friday night… And every Saturday night. He rubbed his mouth with a frown to his face as he looked back at your frame. And he always repeats the same action every Friday night and every Saturday night.

He stands up to grab the blanket that’s over the couch to put it over your body, and with tears in his eyes he bends over to press a soft kiss at the top of your head with a quiet whisper that he always repeats and that you never hear, not that you would believe him anyway.

“I’m sorry.”

Monday came way faster than you expected, and the morning was even quicker. Your parents were still away on their business trip, but Steve and you knew they were just out on vacation by themselves. Why have children when you just push them aside? 

You take out the lunch bag with your sandwiches in it, and you walk out of the school doors and into the football field which was deserted because it was lunch time, so it always gave you the best opportunity to head behind the bleachers to have some peaceful time for yourself, and that was until you almost dropped your bag as you screamed and flinched when you saw someone already there who snapped his head back at you.

Billy Hargrove.

Your breathing was heavy and your eyes were still trying to focus from the scare but as soon as they did you realized that Billy’s eyes were filled with tears, one or two might have escaped because you could see the glistening trail that they left behind on his cheeks. You were trying to talk to him, but then his eyebrows furrowed together, a tight angry look on his face.

“The fuck you looking at Harrington?” You flinched back at that, annoyance switching inside of you instead of fear. This guy was crying and has the audacity to sound threatening?

“Oh, right, sorry, it’s just seeing Billy Hargrove actually having feelings is a sight.” His eyes snapped wide at your response, surprise crossing his features while he stared at you this time. “Who’s staring now?”

“Oh, right, sorry, it’s just that hearing you fucking talk for once is a sight.” You were taken aback by his response, mimicking yours. You sucked on your right cheek in annoyance as he wiped his cheeks away.

“Well, off you go.” He snaps his head at you, a frown on his features to then letting a smirk spread on his lips.

“I came here first. You go.” You scoff at that, shaking your head at him.

“No, I always come here at lunchtime, it’s my place.” 

“Well, that’s lonely as fuck.” You know that. You fucking know that, he doesn’t need to say it to your face, not the heartthrob of the school. Before your heart could turn in pain you nod at him.

“Fine, take it for today.” You turn to finally walk away. Maybe you can eat at the picnic table in the forest? But sometimes the stoner would go there to deal, and you weren’t judging Munson really, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. 

“Wait.” You stopped on your tracks and slowly turned around to see Billy slumping down on the ground, his back resting against a column of the bleachers while he rested his forearms on his bent knees. “You can stay here if you don’t tell anyone you saw me like this.” 

Who would you even tell this to? He might be scared that you would tell Steve about it, but Billy seems to not know you don’t actually have a good relationship with your brother, and you have just one casual friend in this school. You look in between the bleachers and towards the woods and then you look back at Billy, giving a sigh and finally sitting down with your legs crossed. 

It was silent between you two, almost uncomfortable but not quite. You were eating your sandwich and you took out a bottle of water out of your bag too. You glanced once at him, and he was looking at the distance, just breathing slowly. You wanted to know what happened to him, because he didn’t seem like the guy that would cry easily. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow up at you.

“Why do you eat here?” He asks and you clear your throat, taking a sip of your water.

“Why were you crying?” 

“Touché.” You gave a nod in understanding. You weren’t going to talk to him if he wasn’t going to talk to you. You looked inside your bag to grab onto the other sandwich, and you handed it to him. He looked at it with a frown and then back at you.

“If you’re here it means you didn’t eat. Basketball players need food.” You calmly say to him and he looks down at the sandwich, taking it from your hands, and then taking a bite out of it, grimacing in disgust.

“What the fuck is in this?” He looks down into it and you smirk at him, finishing off your own.

“Mustard and pickle sandwich.”

He ate the sandwich anyway. It was nice to eat lunch with someone for once, even if that person was Billy Hargrove and it would be a one time thing in your life… Though, it wasn’t. Billy was back behind the bleachers almost everyday after that. He wasn’t at all that persona that he was with everyone else with you. The cocky insufferable bastard you knew was all a mask, and you could see it when he told you about how Tammy Thompson tried to hide a fart with her cough in class.

“You’re fucking kidding…” You were giggling, covering your mouth as you both sat in front of one another, and the closeness slowly shrinking as two weeks went by of eating lunch with him.

“I am not, she actually thought it was discreet, but I heard it. Not that I said anything about it, but it was a total boner killer.” You raised an eyebrow at that, swallowing your apple that you were having as dessert.

“What, girls can’t fart Hargrove?” He rolls his eyes at you and then raises his hand to flick your forehead, making you wince and rub the skin he left in a red state.

“I didn’t say that. When you trust someone enough to do it in their face, sure. Not in the middle of class, and much less when you are a chair in front of mine.” At that you let out a laugh, throwing your head back. He chuckled and took a swig of his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side so it wouldn’t hit your face.

“God, I really don’t pay attention to shit like that.” You took another bite of your apple and Billy was still looking at you, clearing his throat, making you look up at him.

“What do you do on Friday nights? I mean, your brother is at every single party but you are nowhere to be found.” He asks you and you feel your cheeks flush slightly at that. You look down at your apple and swallow your bite.

“I often watch movies. Have my own movie nights, sometimes with popcorn, and if I am feeling fancy, S’mores.” You gave him a small smile as you took another sip of water but Billy was still looking at you with a frown to his eyebrows.

“By yourself?” And you suddenly felt embarrassment washing over you. How pathetic were you? He is a guy that has every student in this school eating at the palm of his hand, plans of going out somewhere almost everyday, a date every single night, and you just watched movies and read books for company.

“I– I have to go.” You suddenly blurt out, standing up abruptly to then wipe your jeans from the dirt of the floor. Billy was following suit, doing the same thing, and about to stop you, but you were already walking away. You didn’t need the reminder of how stupid all of your life sounded. You didn’t need it from him. You were always reminded of it by your father, saying that you should be more like his son. Your mother says that at her age she already dated someone and had tons of friends. Steve showing off his new relationship and friends to you, keeping you in the shadows from everyone.

You didn’t need more reminders.

So when you got home, and realized Steve was already out of sight, probably at Heather’s party, you took your time to shower, put on some comfy sweatpants, a white t-shirt and a gray hoodie, and you grabbed your movies and went downstairs. Maybe they will cheer you up from all the stuff that has happened with Billy today. It’s stupid, you both don’t talk to each other all day, yet at lunch you just talk non-stop.

Sweet popcorn was today’s choice and you were already salivating at the smell of it all. Once it was done you put it in a bowl and headed over to the living room, turning the TV on, and putting Pretty in Pink in your VHS. Steve must be getting drunk with his friends by now, dancing to Roxette or something like that. You popped a single popcorn in your mouth and you were about to press play but you were interrupted when glass knocking was heard from the sliding door to the garden.

You jumped up in fear, eyes widened as you quickly turned your head and saw Billy fucking Hargrove outside the doors. You blinked once, twice, three times. Wasn’t he at Heather’s party too? You stood up from your seat, blushing at your attire but he already saw you in it, no time to actually go change. You fixed your glasses at the bridge of your nose as you walked towards the doors to finally unlock them and open a side for him.

“What the fuck are you doing here Billy!” You almost screamed at him, but he raised his hands up in a surrender mode and chuckled at you.

“By that yelling I am assuming your parents are still gone. Let me in, I’m fucking freezing.” He walks past you and you scoff at the nerve of this man. You close the door and you see him looking around with his hands inside his black leather jacket. Your eyes trailed downwards for a second, taking in how tight his pants were, but you snapped out of it, walking around him so that you were facing him.

“What are you doing here?” You ask again and he simply shrugs, still looking all around your house. 

“Party was lame as shit, and you said there was a movie night here tonight. That seemed far more interesting than Tommy trying to do a keg stand and falling onto it, breaking his nose.” He walks to the couch, sitting down on it and he immediately grabs the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table. Your mouth hangs open again at this, going to the couch and sitting down next to him.

“You– I don’t need your pity.” You say to him, looking down at your hands as you played with the hem of the sleeves of your hoodie. He chuckles at that and shakes his head.

“Sweetheart, I don’t pity anyone. The party was really fucking boring.” He takes a popcorn in his mouth and he hums at the sweetness. You raise an eyebrow to look at him. You never thought Billy Hargrove would be on the sweet side of stuff. “So, what are we watching?”

A smirk formed on your lips. He was gonna fucking hate it, that’s what he gets for barging in your house.

Yet–

“I fucking hated Duckie.” You were wide eyed at him. He had paid complete attention to the movie, even giving small commentary that he really liked the fact that the girl stood up for herself. He turns to look at you, a frown coming to his eyebrows. “What?” 

“I just… I didn’t think you like this genre of movies.” You reply to him, a little bit nervous for some reason and he smiles at you and then looks back at the screen.

“I never watched one of these. They have a lot of plot, and they’re interesting.” Your eyes sparkled in excitement and you grabbed his shoulder, which made him look at you alarmingly.

“You’re in for a ride.”

Billy came back again the next day, taking the chance that Steve was out at Nancy’s for the night. He then sneaked into your room while Steve slept and you played Grease on your small TV and VHS that were on top of your dresser. He actually enjoyed it, but despised it because it was a musical. The next time, he actually came through the front door, and you both finally watched Sixteen Candles together. Now, Saturday Night, Steve was at Nancy’s for a family dinner and Billy was taking out two beers from the six pack he came with.

“I don’t drink…” You say to him and he raises an eyebrow up at you. 

“Daily or weekly, but you have tried alcohol. One beer is not going to kill you Sweetheart.” You nodded at that and you grabbed onto the can, sitting back down on the couch. You opened it as Billy walked towards you and plopped down with a huff, already taking a swig out of his can. You grimaced at yours and you took a tentative sip, lowering the can to look at him, completely disgusted by the taste and he simply threw his head back in laughter.

“Disgusting.” You say to him and he shrugs at you, sending a smile your way.

“It’s an acquired taste baby, you just keep drinking it, if you feel fuzzy you can leave it.” You felt your heart accelerate at him, feeling the butterflies exploding in your stomach. You didn’t know when your relationship with Billy took a turn for the better, but he actually sends a smile your way this time when walking down the halls, he sometimes greets you when you pass by him in the hallways, like he is not making it seem like he doesn’t know you.

So it was hard not to fall for him. It was undeniable at this point, and even if he was strong and mean, and an ultimate bully to everyone else, he comes here to your house, watches romantic comedies with you, eats popcorn with you, and you two talk about nonsense all evening. Nobody knows about this, and you’re happy to have this secret between the two of you. You can live in the fantasy a little bit longer.

“What did you bring?” You look at the cassette he got and you look at the front of it. You grimaced again and showed it to him. “The terminator?” 

“Classic sweetheart, it’s an action movie, you gotta expand your movie knowledge a bit.” You didn’t want to complain, it was the first time Billy suggested to watch something he likes, and in reality you were interested in knowing it, and hopefully like it the way he does.

News flash, you didn’t like it.

“Why are there so many guns?! It's unnecessary!” You complain, your beer gone and you do feel a little fuzzy but not too much. You just felt giddy. He laughed at your side and shook his head as he drank his second can.

“That’s what action movies are, baby, they are irrational, little to nothing of plot, and shooting everywhere.” He says and you sigh at that, shaking your head. The room filled with silence as Billy looked forward, his smile slowly disappearing. “You know why I come here often?”

You straightened at that, blinked with confusion as you turned to look at him. You frowned when you saw how serious he got, just out of nowhere, and your belly turned for him, not in a romantic way, but more of a worry kind of nervousness. 

“Because parties now bore you?” You ask him and he gives you one chuckle and then shakes his head, resting it on the backrest of the couch, looking at the ceiling.

“You help me distract myself.” He took a deep breath in as you kept looking at him and you knew it was something he was having a hard time talking about. “The day you saw me crying… I was actually afraid.” 

“What?”

“My father… Let’s just say he has– a rough hand. Any slip up I make, I just get a punch out of it… I’m just so angry all the time, so unlike my fucking self and who I actually am when I am at school. I just let out my anger towards people, because I cannot take it out on my own father.” You could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and you knew he was trying to choke back tears as he talked. Your heart just knotted at seeing him like this, feeling helpless, not knowing what to actually tell him.

“Billy–”

“And you… I tried to be mean to you… And you actually had the guts that no one had at this school yet. Talk back to me.” His head turned to finally look at you again and your eyes burned at his confession. “I couldn’t be mean to you… With you I can— I can be calm, watch a movie, talk about how creepy that Creel house is and how we should sabotage it– I mean, the only thing I talk with the people from school? Chicks, sex, cars, alcohol.” 

You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips, turning your whole body to face him, your legs coming to rest on top of the couch too, bending them and resting your side on the backrest. 

“Well, I am glad I could help in some way… My house is always open for you Billy.” His eyes were just staring into yours now, the only thing being heard in the room were your breaths, until he finally talked.

“Can I kiss you?” 

What?

There is no possible way you heard that from him. This is a dream, it has to be a dream. There is no way Billy Hargrove, your now friend, your crush, the guy you like has asked to actually kiss you. This only happens in movies, in books, and it never happens in real life, at least, not to you. 

“W-Why would you want to kiss me?” And Billy’s features turned into saddened ones at your words. Don’t you realize how beautiful you are? He straightened up on the couch, his body turning to face you as well as both of your hearts jumped out of your chest.

“Why wouldn’t I want to kiss you?” was his short answer. Your belly turned in pure nervousness now as your body grew a cold sweat. You never kissed anyone, and Billy seemed to know how to do it, and you were just too inexperienced. A flush came over all of your body as you fixed the glasses on the bridge of your nose and you looked down to avoid his gaze.

“I– I never–” You gulped, not being able to finish the phrase from how stupid it sounded. A warm hand was pressed on your cheek, making you lift your head up to look at him again, and you didn’t realize how close he got to you, his blue eyes staring into yours.

“I ask you again… Can I kiss you?” And you finally give him a nod. You weren’t going to miss this chance, not for one second. He still wants to kiss you despite you not knowing what you were getting yourself into. He smiled at you and grabbed onto your glasses, pulling them off your face and setting them on the coffee table. “They were just going to get in the way.” 

You took a shaky breath in, his hand still on your cheek as he slowly leaned down towards you. You closed your eyes and his remained open to remember your features as he finally does what he has been wanting to do for the past weeks. At first it was a simple attraction of course, but he knew it was more than that, and he was scared as shit about it… But he never wanted someone as much as he’s been wanting you.

His lips connected with yours in a soft peck, brief, and you let a breath go out of your lips, only for another peck to land. Then another, then another that lingered there a bit more, and then the next one he just stayed there, and suddenly started moving his lips, guiding you as your heartbeat made you deaf in your ears. How do people do this and not faint at the spot?

The lip smacking was heard in the room as your hands finally were brave enough to travel, one scanning his bicep, the other one moving towards the back of his neck, feeling his skin under your fingertips. His free hand landed on your waist, not pressing too hard so that you know that he is being mindful of you. At this point, Billy would already be inside someone, satisfying his needs, but with you… He wasn’t going to do that, at least not now, not yet, and that is if you let him. 

He wants to take care of you.

He pulled away for a second, his lips touching yours still as your breathing mixed with one another’s in soft pants. You were feeling as if you were burning all over, not knowing what was happening with you. You never felt like this before, and maybe it has to do with the fact that not only was Billy good looking, but you also feel more than just friendship for him.

“You okay?” You nod frantically at him, wanting more, giving him a peck on the lips making him chuckle in a low tone. “Sorry baby, but I need more.” 

He suddenly pushed you back on the couch, crawling over you and you didn’t even think, you just wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he kept his bottom half away from yours, even if it pained him on his thighs from the strength he was doing to keep himself up. His lips connected with yours again, rougher this time, more desperate, the kiss suddenly turning into a very heated one as he suddenly licks your bottom lip a few times.

The butterflies in your belly explode as you open your mouth and his tongue finally slides in. You gasp at the feeling, your hands finding his biceps through his blouse, and you felt his chain hitting your neck at every movement. One hand was still gripping on your waist, while the other remained at your nape, pulling you deeper into the kiss. 

You really can’t believe this is happening, not to you, not with Billy, it doesn’t make sense that he looked your way, it doesn’t make sense that he actually wants to kiss you, not when he has Heather on his tail all the time, or Carol even if she is dating Tommy. Or Janet. You always hear them talking about him in the bathroom, always planning their move on him, and this feels you with a sense of power, with a sense of accomplishment and pride in yourself. 

Your hands ran through his hair and he groaned into the kiss, and that ignited so many things inside of you that you never felt in your life, and you wanted to hear more of it. Billy was trying his best to keep himself in a hovering position with you, but he was finding it harder and harder to do so. He can’t go on, at least not today when it was your first kiss. He didn’t want to scare you, even if your urges were the same as his, because he could feel your need to pull him even closer.

The door suddenly clicked and both of your eyes snapped wide open, pulling away, looking at one another, panting heavily. Best scenario, it's your parents, and they would be thrilled that you actually, and finally, have someone over at your house… Now, worst case scenario–

“What the ACTUAL FUCK?!” You both sat up on the couch to look over at Steve, who was standing there in the living room, wide eyed, and his face reddened bit by bit. Shit.

“Steve–” You started talking but he raised his hand at you, to then point a finger at Billy.

“Get the fuck off my sister.” You wanted to roll your eyes at this, because why is he acting all protective now? You finally got some action in your fucking life and he wants to take it away from you.

“I don’t think she wants me to leave.” Billy dares to say, glaring at your brother who took a look at the coffee table, seeing the cans of beer. His mind started racing, and Billy followed his gaze, his mouth opening to talk but Steve was running up the stairs already. Your eyes widened and you pushed Billy off, standing up quickly and urging him to do the same.

“You have to leave!” You were trying to push Billy towards the front door but his feet were still planted against the floor with a frown to his face, and your head snapped to the stairs to see Steve running back down with his baseball bat in his hands. Billy’s eyes widen when Steve starts to approach him with a swinging motion.

“Taking fucking advantage of my sister is something I won’t take from you Hargrove, so get the fuck out of my house before I crush your skull in!” 

“Shit, Harrington– Fucking listen for a second–” Steve’s baseball bat hits the backrest of the couch, and you could see the dent of the wooden under it that he created. Billy ripped himself off you and gave you a look as if asking if you were okay.

“I’ll talk to him, you go.” You tell him and he gulps, looking back at Steve with a threatening look on his face which Steve only scoffed at.

“I’ll talk to you later.” Billy says with a small squeeze to your hand as he walks out of the house, passing by Steve. Your brother follows him to the front door and he doesn’t walk back inside until Billy drives away with his Camaro. After the roaring engine can be heard in the distance, Steve slams the door shut, throwing the bat at the floor and stomping back into the living room where you were standing there with a glare on your eyes as if you were about to kill him.

“When I saw his fucking car out in front of the house I thought it was a stupid coincidence, and I come in here to see you about to have sex with the sluttiest man in the goddamn school! What are you thinking!?” You frown in anger at that, stepping towards him.

“I am his friend! I wasn’t going to have sex with him, and he wasn’t taking fucking advantage of me! I drank ONE beer, ONE!” You yell back at him and he fake laughs as he runs his hand over his face.

“The first time you have a guy in this house, and it is Billy FUCKING Hargrove. The one guy that I am fighting with for Captain at our basketball team, the one guy that gives me the hardest fucking time of my life at the moment, and you want me to just accept that he wants to be with you because he WANTS TO?” Your chest hurt at those words, your own coming out in soft stutters at Steve’s blind rage.

“He even asked me if I wanted to, and I said yes–”

“God, you cannot be this fucking stupid! He hates me, makes my life a living hell, and you seriously think that he is a nice guy!? You really think there is no ulterior motive!?” He yelled at you and his words were stabbing you in every part of your body, your head already spinning from how harsh he was being with you.

“Why? Is it impossible that he actually wants to be with me?” You try to say loudly at him, even if your fingers start to feel numb. He scoffed at that, looking at you.

“Yes, and I don’t think you are dumb enough to not see that.” He was referring to so many other things, and it was regarding Billy’s persona, in Billy’s actions, in his rivalry with him… And when he saw your tear rolling down your face, his anger evaporated as if water was being thrown at him.

“Okay…” Was your defeated response. You turned around to retrieve your glasses from your coffee table and Steve winced, clenching his eyes tightly together as pain rushed through his body. 

“That wasn’t what I meant– Hey, listen to me, I really didn’t mean it to sound like that–” But you weren’t listening, putting the cassettes back into their cases and turning off the TV. You grabbed them and walked past him, going up into your room. Steve stood there, knowing he hurt you once again, not knowing what to do but run a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath as he started pacing back and forth.

He didn’t mean it to sound like no guy would want you, he didn’t mean it at all like that, yet the words coming out of his mouth betrayed him, completely. He doesn’t know how to make it up to you, because if he had given you the chance to go to the parties with him when you asked in your freshman year, many times, and told you yes instead of no, you would have more experiences, you might even have friends. If only he had let you come out of your room at his own parties when you asked him, almost begged him to let you participate, but he declined each time. Then in your sophomore year, you didn’t ask anymore, just accepted that he wasn’t going to tell you anymore about them, and you automatically locked the door whenever he hosted a party. 

This year, he tried to invite you, many times. You always declined. You didn’t even want to eat dinner with him, and he knows you want to leave the house as soon as possible thanks to him. Even with your parents. For the past two years he had been so blind because of his father’s approval and the one of all the students in Hawkins High that he didn’t notice how your parents didn’t ask you stuff at dinner. All questions were always directed to him. He noticed this year, and he tried to tell them you had nailed your exams, and the only thing you got from your father was ‘As she should.’

He was the cause of who you were now. Not at all the bubbly and animated girl that asked him to raise her up like an airplane in their backyard, not at all the small girl that put makeup on him pretending she was a stylist, not at all the middle school girl that got excited to see him whenever she got home from school to tell him about what she learned that day. 

He walked up the stairs and raised his hand to knock on your door, only to hear soft sobs on the other side, muffled. He wonders if you had also cried when he denied you all those times. He doesn’t know how to even make it up to you. He doesn’t know if he even can. 

So the next day, when you didn’t come out of your room, he let you have your alone time. Now on Monday he tried knocking on your door, only to receive the notice that you felt sick. He tried walking in but your door was completely locked. His eyebrows twitched and his mind had come up with a plan. A plan he will terribly hate. A plan that might end up badly for him. But it’s what he deserves for what he did to you. 

Billy looked everywhere for you, and even asked Barbara Holland where you could be. She told him that she hadn’t seen her at Science that day either, so his best guess was that you had skipped school. His jaw clenched when he asked other people about you and some of them didn’t even know what you looked like. He waited for the bell to ring, and he was going to tumble Steve down if he had to in order to see you. He didn’t care.

But when he walked out of the school doors to rush to his Camaro, he was surprised to see Steve Harrington sitting on his trunk with his arms crossed. Billy’s eyes hardened at the sight, walking towards him, tilting his head in question at the brown haired boy who was looking at Billy with a mix of emotions behind his eyes.

“Harrington. Get off my fucking car.” He says and Steve gulps as he looks to the side.

“I fucked up.” At that Billy’s eyebrows turned into a frown, but his fists started clenching as Steve kept talking, telling him everything, everything he did to you, and what he had said to you that night when Billy left. 

While this was happening, you were combing your hair after the shower you took while sitting on your bed. You had taken a shower because you were greasy from yesterday already, and you really didn't want to get up, but you didn’t have a choice. Ever since Steve said that, you didn’t have the guts to actually call Billy because at some far away place in your mind, it made sense. 

You were invisible, and suddenly you were noticed? It doesn’t sound real. 

So maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it really was to get into your pants to mess with your brother, and that was honestly the most reasonable explanation for it. You frowned when you heard the door open downstairs, your door was left open so you could hear some drawers being open, to then hear steps coming up the stairs. Your eyes widened when you saw Steve slamming himself against the door frame of your room.

His eye was completely inflamed from a punch received to the face, his nose was bleeding and he was holding some ice covered in a rug to soak the blood in it. From what you could see, his lip was busted as well and his breathing was coming out of his mouth, almost in a pant.

“Steve, what happened?” Even in your hatred for him, seeing him this way made your heart fill with worry, pushing all of the other feelings aside. You were about to rise from the bed until Steve raised his hand up at you.

“I deserved it.” He looked towards the hallway and your eyes widened when you saw Billy coming into view, a pack of frozen peas on his right hand, his eyes glaring at Steve as he passed by him and into your room. His eyes turned to yours and you couldn’t help but look up at him, completely stunned. Steve groans and closes the door for you two as he heads downstairs. 

“What… Did you…?” You stutter as you sit back on your bed, seeing Billy’s injured hand as he sat on your bed too, nodding as he looked at you.

“I sure as hell did. Fucker deserved it. He told me everything, from the very beginning, and also what he said to you on Saturday night right after I left.” You feel your face flush with embarrassment and you look down at your hands again. You are not understanding what is going on, nor why Steve would go and tell your life story to Billy. “Though I have to say… Your brother does care for you.” You scoff at that.

“Right. Like he cared for me the past two years.” You reply with venom in your voice and you feel Billy scoot closer to you.

“He knows. He knows what he did to you. Your freshman year was the punch on the eye, your sophomore year was on his lip… And what he said on Saturday was the one on the nose.” He lets out a chuckle and you feel mixed emotions to that. You were happy that he defended your honor, but Steve was still your brother and you didn’t want physical harm to come to him.

“Don’t punch him again… Please.” You slowly looked up at Billy and his blue eyes were already looking at you. Your heart rate picked up the longer he stared at you.

“Do you really believe what he said to you that night?” He asks you, a small worried tone behind his voice. You feel yourself gulp and you look away in embarrassment or nervousness, you no longer know.

“I– After years of feeling this way, it was a very possible scenario.” You say to him in a low voice, your fingers playing with each other. You see him put the bag of peas away, and his hands look for yours. You look down to see his right hand completely bruised up, some skin completely chipped off on his knuckles. You gasp at that and his hold gets stronger on you, making you look up at him. He was closer now, making your breathing get stuck in your throat. 

“How can I prove to you that I want you? How can I prove to you that I like you, that I like you very much that I drive myself insane with this fucking feeling, because god knows I am not good with relationships…” For the first time you see a blush come to his cheeks, and his gaze looks down at your connected hands, like how you do when you get nervous. “But I wanna try that with you.” 

Your heart leapt out of your mouth almost, not truly believing what was happening, but the bruised knuckles made it more real, the blush on his cheeks made you realize it was no dream at all. This man in front of you wants you, despite it all, and you both have so many broken pieces to pick up inside one another, but you figure that you can help each other. You can mend his heart back, as he can mend yours.

“I think… The first step would be a date…” You say to him almost in a whisper and he chuckles as he looks up at you. He squints slightly at that as if in thought as your smile grows on your face while looking at him.

“I have an idea for it. I think they are showcasing the new Rambo movie.” He says to you with a smirk to his face and your mouth fell open at that, shaking your head.

“I am not watching an action movie on our first date!” He chuckles at that, his face coming closer to yours slowly, and you feel magnetized to him as you both leaned into one another. 

“Oh, I bet you prefer the one where the bad boy goes for the intelligent and perfect girl, that genre, right?” You squint at him, pretending to be offended by his words.

“Don’t act like you don’t like those movies Hargrove.” At that he chuckles, his left hand snaking to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him, a soft breath hitting your lips as he talks.

“I might have a thing for romance.” His lips touched yours again, and you smiled through the kiss, your own hands resting on the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, to taste him even better. Your lips moved along with his, taking in eachother’s breaths, bodies coming closer at each second.

“Don’t fuck my sister, I draw the line there. Not today, not with me here.” You both heard Steve’s voice behind the door, making Billy groan in annoyance and pull away from you to glare at the door as the steps could be heard and another door closes down the hallway.

“I am punching him again.” Billy says and you were glaring at the door too.

“My turn.”

A/N: Well shit, I hope you enjoyed. IT TURNED OUT TO BE A ONE SHOT.

[alien-magnolia]

Eddie Munson’s Little Housewife

This one’s pretty kinky!! Fic description and warnings down below:

18+ minors DNI.

Fic description: Dom! Eddie Munson x fem!subby reader, smutty smut, praise/degradation kink, daddy kink, impact play, collaring, service! kink

“Princess!!,” you hear your boyfriend shout from the other side of the trailer. He was in the living room, you were in his room, just laying around in bed.

You wore one of his oversized band shorts, and pretty hot pink lace panties!! With frilly socks to match, of course. You hear him call you and quickly jump off the bed to run to him.

You come into the living room and there he is, sitting on the couch, manspread, a dwindling flame from the cigarette in his mouth. “Come here, sweet girl,” he says, and pats his lap, motioning for you to sit. You skip over to him, settling in on his lap. He holds your thighs together with his big calloused hand, and you sling your arm around his shoulders.

“I got a little idea, sweetheart. A little idea for our play time, for a scene,” he starts. You knew this was coming. Anytime he wants to talk with you on his lap, you had a feeling it was going to be something dirty.

You felt that little jolt between your legs. Eds felt it too. Suddenly it was a bit hot in the room. “I like the sound of that Eds. Can I be super pretty for you??,” your voice was starting to slip into that subby space you and him loved so much. “Of course, sweet thing. How about this? We can start tomorrow. I give you a few hours to prepare, then I come home from “work” and see how good my baby can serve her Daddy. Would you like that, princess?,” he asks you, lips trailing over your neck. You giggle and squirm a bit more in his lap. “Yes.” “Yes, what?”

You felt that little jolt between your legs. Eds felt it too. Suddenly it was a bit hot in the room. “I like the sound of that Eds. Can I be super pretty for you??,” your voice was starting to slip into that subby space you and him loved so much. “Of course, sweet thing. How about this? We can start tomorrow. I give you a few hours to prepare, then I come home from “work” and see how good my baby can serve her Daddy. Would you like that, princess?,” he asks you, lips trailing over your neck. You giggle and squirm a bit more in his lap. “Yes.” “Yes, what?”

You felt that little jolt between your legs. Eds felt it too. Suddenly it was a bit hot in the room. “I like the sound of that Eds. Can I be super pretty for you??,” your voice was starting to slip into that subby space you and him loved so much. “Of course, sweet thing. How about this? We can start tomorrow. I give you a few hours to prepare, then I come home from “work” and see how good my baby can serve her Daddy. Would you like that, princess?,” he asks you, lips trailing over your neck. You giggle and squirm a bit more in his lap. “Yes.” “Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.” “Good,” he smiles, attacking your face with kisses!!

~ The next day ~

The scene was to start in late afternoon. You found a light pink dress with some heels in your closet, and put on some jewelry and bright makeup too. Eds was outside, waiting to “come home” to his pretty little housewife. Before he left, he instructed you to clean the kitchen and make him dinner. You got dressed first, and then completed the tasks he ordered you to do. Suddenly, the door opens.

You had just finished taking his dinner out of the microwave, and setting the table for him. Here he was, dressed in a black leather jacket and black jeans this time. His top dipped down, down just below where you could see his hairy chest.

You stand there, staring at him. He’s beautiful. “Now, where are your manners, sweetheart? Aren’t you going to invite me in?,” he drawled, his voice low, taunting. It gave you a little tingle between your legs, as you brush aside the hem of your skirt and let him inside.

“Dinner’s all ready, honey. I set the table, just the way you like it,” you gesture to the table, and pull out his chair for him, bringing him a napkin as well.

He hums, satisfied. He doesn’t praise you just yet. He is waiting, waiting for you to mess up. Just so you can get punished.

He eats his dinner in silence, while you sit across from him at the table, hands folded all nice in your lap, watching him with intent. You feel like he’ll start any minute. The anticipation is killing you.

“I’m done,” he whispers, softly, and you scramble to clear his plate. You left his cup on the table. He raises his voice a bit.

“Are we forgetting something?,” he asks you. You freeze. You didn’t clear anything off the table yet. “Oh, um…,” you start.

“Ah, ah, no time for explaining now, baby. You forgot. Isn’t that right?,” he says, stepping closer to you, pushing you against a wall, his hand trailing up your skirt.

“Yes, daddy.” He huffs, “good.” He pulls out a chair into the kitchen tile, sitting on it, leaving you panting against the wall. He taps his thigh. A signal. You knew what to do. You start to walk over to him.

“No. Kneel,” he points, onto the floor. You do as he says, kneeling right in front of him, hands folded in your lap. That was his favorite position. You look up.

He takes your chin, bringing your face a bit closer to him. He pulls out your small collar out of his pocket, reaching behind you gently to put it on. It is pink, with a heart ring in the middle. He tugs on it a bit, brushing your hair behind your knee.

“Didn’t listen to daddy, did you now, sweet girl?” You shake your head, as he peppers your cheek with a few light kisses. “Now, look at you. Kneeling like a little whore, for all those neighbors to see. I think my girl needs to be put in her place, don’t you?” He smugly taunts. He tugs on your collar a bit, his calloused fingertips brushing against your soft neck. “Here’s what’s going to happen, sweetheart. I’m going to close those curtains, lock that door. I’m going to put you over my knee. And then I’ll give you as many spanks as I see fit, and you’re going to thank me for it, like the little slut you are.”

You froze again, simply mulling over his words in your head. He reaches over to you, a look of concern on his face. “Color, sweetheart? What’s your color?,” he asks. “Green, daddy. So green.” He smiles, and pats his knee again, motioning for you to get up. You loved how he checked in on you during a scene, he was so caring!!

Suddenly, you feel your skirt lifted, a cool breeze, your lavender lace thong exposed for him to see. You feel his metal rings, the shape of them, graze over your thong, pulling on it a bit. Without warning, he brings it down on your ass, you jolt forward a bit. “That’s one, princess. I think you need a minimum of twenty, maybe thirty, even. You’ve been bad.”

“Two,” he calmly says, as his calloused hand comes down on your ass again. Lucky for you, he gave you only ten more until you were shaking a bit in his lap. He gently pulls you up, and lays you on the table, face down.

You can’t see what he is doing, but you feel him now on top of you, his hairy chest pressing down onto your small, bare, back!! He grunts a bit, and you feel his hands near your backside. “Spread those cute little thighs for me. There you go, sweetie. What a good girl.”

You can’t do much but nod and moan, and soon enough you feel his big calloused fingers push Into you, god — it felt so good. “Fuck, — he grunts. This sweet little cunt is just sucking me in. You must be so ready for me, sweetie.” His voice —just so sweet. “Gonna give you my cock now, honey.”

With that, he slides Into you, your squelching pussy just pulling him in more and more, you felt so full and good, all stuffed with your daddy’s cock! “Fuck, princess, so fuckin’ good baby, so tight, can’t even move, what a good little slut you are for me,” he praises, stroking your hair with one of his hands, and the other holding your hips up firmly in place.

“Gonna go fast now, sweetie. You just lay there and take it for me, ‘kay?” “Yes, daddy,” you answer him, softly, brain too empty to think. You feel one his hands steady your shoulders, and then he starts pounding into you, ruthlessly, grunting, at a pace that has the table shaking.

“God — he was so strong and you loved it!! You felt his soft and big balls against you, as he drove his fat cock deeper and deeper into you. “Too deep, s’ too deep, daddy, can’t take it anymore,” you squeal out to him, and yet he does nothing but calm uou with some more “it’s okay, princess, just be a good girl and take it for me.” And soon enough, you feel his hot seed spill out into you, and with that, he is about to pull out. You grab his wrist. “Want your cock, daddy. Want it in.”

He agrees, kissing you on the cheek lightly. “S’okay, sweetie. We can stay like this. My perfect little housewife, huh? She’s so good for me, letting me breed her on the table like that. My perfect girl, so good for me,” he coos at you, as he momentarily pulls out, to slide you on your back. He lays back down on top of you, his heavy body pressing down on your little one, he slides his cock back in.

“How about we cuddle a bit, and then I can take a bath with you? How does that sound, sweetie? Did so good for me today…,” he coos at you some more, you run your hands through his fluffy dark brown locks. You loved scenes with your Eds — you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[billys-pretty-babe]

Morning Sun

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary : Waking up beside Billy was one of your favorite things in the entire world, especially the way his skin looked in the morning sun.

Warnings : Suggestive comments, swearing, brief mention of Billy having to protect himself from Neil

Word count : 704

A/N : It's nearly midnight, I have classes in seven-ish hours but I feel bad after not writing and publishing for a few days.

The birds woke you up along with someone's dad mowing their yard and children screaming in the cul-de-sac of Cherry Lane. The Mayfield-Hargrove family was all out of town besides Billy, left behind to watch the house. You gently rolled over because Billy was a light sleeper, he had to be when Neil was around, and you didn't want to wake him.

Billy laid on his stomach, his limbs strewn about in the small bed, one leg hanging off the bed, one of his pillows on the bedside table near his lamp. The sun lit up the room and hit Billy's skin as you traced his soft back muscles before he clenched his fists, flexing the muscles as he noisily stretched, his back cracking in a few spots along with his shoulders.

He made a soft sound and nuzzled into the one pillow that remained on his side of his bed. "Where'd my pillow go," he asked as his words slurred. You laughed and leaned over him to grab his pillow. "Lift your head." He lifted his head and you placed the pillow under him, moving his hair so he wouldn't pull it before he laid his head back down. He rolled over to look at you, his eyes hazy, sleep still heavy in them and he lovingly smiled at you, placing his warm palm on your cheek.

"You been awake long?" You shook your head, "Three minutes at most." He nodded and lifted his left arm, inviting you to lay close to him and you smiled before scooting to him as you cuddled up to him, throwing your leg over his waist. He kissed the top of your head and you smiled and placed a kiss to his chest as you ran the pads of your fingers down his back, gently rubbing.

He hummed and yawned loudly and obnoxiously. "Was that necessary," you asked as he loudly smacked his lips and he chuckled, making your head slightly move with his chest. "Very," he said in response before intertwining your fingers together and bringing your hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on each knuckle.

He looked at the clock on his wall and groaned. "It's not even eight yet and those fucking kids are already screaming." You laughed at him and he looked at you, glaring as best as he could with heavy eyes. "Well, we'd be well rested if it wasn't for someone's late night antics." Billy smirked as he remembered the activities from the night before that went well in the early AM.

"No regrets." You both laughed as you tightened your leg around his waist before he rolled the two of you over so he was on his back. You ran your fingers through his slightly tangled hair as he hummed, his eyes shutting. "You tangled it." You laughed as your eyes rolled. "You kept telling me to pull it, it was bound to get tangled." His eyes fluttered open before he smirked and you knew he was going to make a witty comment. "We got tangled together last night." He chuckled and you kept a straight face and he tickled your side, "Oh come on, you know that was funny." You grimaced slightly, "Baby, that was the worst joke ever." You both laughed and you put your head on his chest, playing with his necklace.

"I like this," Billy softly said, "it feels so natural just basking in whatever the fuck this is." You laughed, knowing exactly what he was trying to say as you nodded. "I know what you mean." He nodded and found your hand once more as he held it again, gently lifting it up to see the linked bracelet with his initial on it along with a lifeguard float, something he gifted you not too long ago.

"I love you." You smiled up at him and kissed his jaw, light stubble on it that gently scratched you. "I love you too, B." He smiled and kissed your forehead before loudly yawning again. "I need more sleep." You hummed, your own eyes shutting as you felt his warmth radiating onto you. "Me too." He softly laughed and held you tighter before the two of you fell asleep to the sounds outside.

[sku11s1asher]

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possessive top billy x male reader

he’s lowkey ooc during the smut but let’s not talk about that !

Contains; smut, and is male reader.

if fem dni pls

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You and Billy were at the mall, shopping like normal, but you saw that he was looking a little too hard at some girls who passed by. Now, you’ve had the biggest crush on him ever since he moved to Hawkins, his personality just turned you on for some reason. Both of you stopped for a second and Billy leaned to your ear, “Look at that bitch over there, isn’t she cute?” He pointed to her, you could just shrug your shoulders and try to ignore your heart pounding. “I’m more into dirty blondes but, she’s okay.” Dirty blondes as in Billy, not that you’d admit that to him though.

Jealously started filling up your body, every five seconds he was staring at some girl's ass or tits, you may not be dating but still, he could use his brain and connect the dots. You quickly got over it when you saw a girl who has been trying to get with you for months, she was hot but you were loyal to your crush. She walked up to you, “Hey y/n, what are you doing here?” You cringed as she twisted her hair and bited her lip, but you had to flirt with her to hopefully make him jealous.

You felt like puking, she sucks at flirting and she is already getting annoying. “Can we have a date this Saturday maybe?” She looked like she was constipated, but before you could respond Billy spoke up, “We aren’t here for you to pick up girls, I’m ready to go already.” His voice was laced with venom, as if THE Billy Hargrove was jealous over some girl. You were beginning to think your plan was working, but again, he isn’t the most patient person in the world so it could be that too. “I’ll talk to you later.” You walked away with Billy close to you and started to think about how close your hands were, if you moved just a little bit they would touch.

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As soon as you got in the car you started to question him, “Why can you talk to girls and look at them like you’re going to devour them, but as soon as I talk to one you want to leave?” Instead of responding he unlocked his car and ignored your questions. But it’s not like you could do anything to get him to respond until you started thinking. “Were you jealous?” You saw him get tense before relaxing, “Why would I ever be jealous? We have a party to go to tonight and I need to get ready.” It was a lie, both of you know it, he’s easy to read when you’ve been around him for so long. You stared at him as he started to drive to your house, he’s so pretty when he’s focused and you wondered what he would look on top of you, pounding into you so hard with his thick cock. Sadly, before your thoughts could get any further, he looked back at you with a raised eyebrow, “Why are you looking at me like that L/N?” You didn’t respond to him, if you did you’d end up embarrassing yourself. When you both looked away you didn’t notice him smirking.

When he pulled up to your house he grabbed your wrist and whispered into your ear, “I’ll be here at 9, you better be ready.” And let go, you grabbed your bags confused. He’s never talked to you like that, the tone in his voice was weird. You went to your room and felt so weird, you couldn’t stop thinking of him and how close you both were. You almost forgot about how his tight jeans showed the outline of his cock if you looked long enough. As you were getting ready, all you could think of his him whispering to you and being so harsh, you knew it was wrong that it turned you on. He’s your best friend and sleeps around with every girl in Hawkins, if you even got together somehow, it would be a one night thing not a normal thing. You could only sigh before finishing changing and doing your hair.

A couple hours past and you hear the doorbell ring multiple times. “I’m coming stop ringing the fucking doorbell idiot!” You yelled to whoever was at the door. You saw it was Billy and opened it for him, “It’s 8 not 9, you’re a hour early.” But he didn’t respond, he just looked at you like he was going to eat you alive. “Billy?” You were about to poke him until he grabbed your wrist and wouldn’t let go, “Why didn’t you tell me?” You looked confused, “Tell you what?” His grip got harder and you could tell he was angry, “Tell me you were dating her.” You just looked at him like he was dumb, “Im not dating anyone, what are you talking about?” “Stop lying to me.” You started to get nervous, “Billy, I’m not dating anyone, even if I was, why does it matter?” The grip on your wrist was starting to hurt, you were about to ask him again but he pushed you against the wall and had both of your hands above you in the tightest grip ever. He kissed you.

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You felt like you were dreaming but soon kissed him back. He stuck his tongue in your mouth, you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. He released your wrist and grabbed your waist pushing him against you more and being rougher. He slowly stopped kissing you, and began leaving hickies on your neck. “B-Billy, wha-” but he cut you off with another kiss on your mouth. “Shut up, I know you like this too.” One of his hands going on top of your raging boner giving it a squeeze which made a moan slip out. You finally realized, he was truly jealous, even if you two weren’t dating he still had feelings. He was about to unbutton your pants before you spoke up, “Let’s at least go to my bedroom..” He didn’t waste a second before picking you up and taking you to your room, as soon as you got there he threw you on your bed and locked the door.

He looked like a predator and you were his prey, he got on top of you after taking off your pants and shirt. “Someone’s excited.” He smirked, not like he had any room to talk, you could feel his. You felt a little embarrassed, you were in your boxers and looking like you just got fucked, while he was just smirking at you, fully clothed. He began rubbing his hand on your cock, you bucked your hips to get more pleasure but that was quickly put to an end, “Stop moving or I’ll leave you here like this.”

You had to put your hands on your mouth to stop yourself from moaning so loud. He removed your boxers and started sucking your tip before taking you all in. All you could do is roll your eyes to the back of your head and try not to buck your hips. You were beginning to wonder where he learned to do this. As soon as you were about to cum he stopped, “Remove your hand, I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.” You slowly listened to him and removed your hand before he started again, “Please-” you didn’t know why you were saying it but you just kept repeating it. “M’ gonna cum!” You moaned out, but he stopped and slowly lifted his head off your cock. You whined but saw he was taking his clothes off, you couldn’t take your eyes off his body until he asked where the lube was and grabbed it.

“I’m gonna start prepping you, if you try to hide your moans I’ll stop.” He put lube on his fingers and put one in, which slowly became two, and lastly three. The room was filled with your moans and the wet sound of him prepping you. “B-Billy please just- put your cock into me!” You started crying, it felt so good but you wanted him inside you. “Be patient, I don't want you to get hurt from my dick, unless you’re into that.” He gave your stomach a kiss. “Please, I’m begging PLEASE!” You didn’t notice but you yelled that, you were too into heaven. He pulled out his fingers and put a condom on his dick before slowing entering you. He wanted to enter slowly before he pounded into you so hard you can’t walk for a week.

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Once he fully entered you and bottomed out. He waited a few seconds before pulling back out and slamming into you, making both of you moan. You could barely feel anything he was thrusting into you so hard and fast. “Fuck. You feel so good!” He groaned into your ear, that was your last straw and you cummed. His thrusts didn’t stop, not even for a second. Your brain wasn’t even working properly to say anything, every time you opened your mouth a moan or his name came out. The room filled with moans and groans front the both of you and the sound of skin clapping.

You would’ve never though in a million years that you and Billy would ever have sex, he always came out to you as a straight man but turns out he was just in the closet. All it took for him to come out was you flirting and making plans with a girl.

You felt his thrust go faster and hearing him say he’s going to cum, you don’t even know if that’s what he really said, you can barely process anything with him hitting your prostate over and over and him marking you. You hear your name get called before the thrust slowly stop. “Billy..?” You could barely speak, he didn’t respond and just put his head on your shoulder and gave your cheek a kiss. He felt the need to apologize even though he had your full consent, he realized that he really had sex with his friend because he was jealous other people were hitting on you.

He cleaned you up and changed you into clean clothes before laying down with you, he noticed the time. “Do you still want to go to the party? We might be a little late.” You hit him, “Why would you ask me a dumb question like that? You just pounded into me like an animal in heat and I can barely stand but you still expect me to go to a party?!” He gave you a genuine smile, something that doesn’t happen often, “I was joking, also I hope you know this isn’t a one-time thing.”

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I lowkey hate this but it’s okay lollll,,, if you have any request dm me or comment them or smth. I only do male reader and if you request female I’ll ignore it.

Leave feedback if you have any, this is my first oneshot that I’ve posted to Tumblr

[emsgoodthinkin]

smut-fluff-angst (includes other ST characters) [MDNI]

As long as I’m with you- Steve wakes up to another bad night you’ve had (tw)

King Steve doesn’t exist- (Steddie) ft. Billy Hargrove

Steve Harringtons deepest secret gets revealed, but will the freak accept him? Will he runaway from him like everyone else? Does size really matter?

Shy my ass - (short) Steve Harrington x you - you’ve always imagined riding your boyfriends big nose

Bio- (short) Steve Harrington x you - Steve watching you fuck your self on his c*ck

The band-aid to my wounds- Older Eddie fic (ft. Steve x kurt kunkle x reader)

After stumbling into an old barn after being stranded by your freshly new ex boyfriend, you wake up strangely in a room..that isn't yours..

Headcanons / blurbs / imagines

Trans Steve getting his groove back

Convincing Steve to take your v-card

Hot and bothered by their black gf (steddie)

Grinding yourself innocent perv self on Steve’s hand

Struggling to get wet (steddie)

Soft Stevie

Perv cyclist Steve

Steve’s nickname 4 u

Older Steve loves a bush

Fucking Steve while thinking about Eddie

Dilf Steve discovers new kinks

(Steddie) helping chronically ill reader feel better

Sugar daddy Steve moodboard

Sweater weather moodboard, strangers to lovers

Dancing with R&B Steve

Angelic Stancy

Beefy Steve

Hunt me down

Bi Steve

Businessman or dancer Steve imagine

Smash? Smash.

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Billy Hargrove loves plus size women

Dom Nancy / fruity four headcanons

Robins an angel

Argyles favorite positions

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[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.”

[waiting4inspiration]

Healing Touch (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Summary: Billy could always come to you after his dad got to him. He could always find safety in your arms. And could always let his tough demeanor down for you.

Warnings: strong language, mentions of abuse, mentions of blood, fluff, a short little fic

Word Count: 1,150

Request: Fic for Billy when you comfort him and cleanup his busted lip after his dad gets on his case for not being a good  brother to Max, but really he’s just misunderstood. He gets all mushy and wants to start giving you small little pecks on your lips once you clean him up and you tease him because you notice he’s not the mean tough guy he fronts to be; but he’s only a softy for you.

Billy Hargrove Masterlist II Stranger Things Masterlist

The tik-tik-tik on your window pulls your attention away from your study books in your lap. After the next three stones hit your window, you jump off your bed, knowing exactly who it is. It’s Billy. 

Your heart sinks in your chest because he only ever tries to sneak into your room if he doesn’t want your parents to see him, meaning that he’s had an altercation with his dad. Billy knows now that he can come to you whenever that happens. He found his safe place with you where you wouldn’t ask any questions. You would just take care of him and try to take his mind off of things. You let him talk whenever he wants to talk. 

Opening your window, You see Billy standing in the dark garden under your window. You strain your eyes to try and see what the extent of his injuries are as a way to prepare yourself. But you can see in the dark and he moves to start scaling the side of your house before your eyes can adjust to see in the dark. 

Billy’s become somewhat of an expert in climbing up to get to your window. He now does so swiftly and quickly, and you pull him into your bedroom when he reaches you. As he stumbles into your room, you close your window and turn to look at him. But he doesn’t turn around just yet. It makes you scared, hoping that it’s not too bad. You hate seeing him hurt.

“Billy?” you softly whisper, stepping forward and gently resting your hand on his shoulder. 

He drops his head between his shoulders, takes a deep breath, and turns around to face you. His cheek is bruised a bit but your biggest concern is his busted-up lip, scabbed with dried blood. 

Reaching up to softly touch his unharmed cheek, you nod towards your bed, and he knows what’s going to happen next without you even having to say anything. 

As he sits down on your bed, watching you walk off to the bathroom to get the first-aid kit you keep in your vanity cupboard under the sink. Billy shrugs his jacket off his shoulders, his eyes glancing down to the book discarded to the side. He forgot that you wanted to study for a test tonight. That’s why he stayed at home tonight. 

And yet, you dropped everything for him the moment he came knocking at your door. Or, throwing stones at your window. 

You come back into the room, sit beside Billy, and place the first-aid kit he knows all too well on your lap. As you search for an alcohol swab, he rests his hands on your hips to find comfort in your presence. You place a hand on his cheek, giving him a small smile and start to raise the swab to dab his lip.

Billy’s gotten used to the feeling, so he doesn’t flinch when the swab touches his lip. All he does is lean into your tender touch, his eyes fluttering at how you gently wipe the blood away.

“Max is at Wheeler’s place. My dad thought-”

“Shh,” you cut him off, brushing the curl over his eyebrow to the side just to check that there aren’t any hidden cuts or bruises elsewhere on his face. “It’s kind of difficult to do this when you’re talking.”

He chuckles lightly, watching your hand move to discard the now bloodied swab. While you scratch around for something else in the kit, Billy leans forward to place a kiss on your cheek. The purpose of that was to get you to look at him and when you do, he leans forward to place a peck on your lips. 

You lean back as he does, smirking at him, and trying to suppress a laugh. “What are you doing?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at him as he pries your hands away from the kit.

His fingers weave through yours, shifting closer to you. “I can’t show how much I appreciate my girl looking after me?” he asks, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. 

“I’m not done yet.”

“I’ll be fine,” he whispers, leaning forward to try and kiss you again. 

This time, you let him, smiling brightly as he rests his forehead against yours. He kisses you again, and it’s a quick peck again. You can’t hold back your small laugh. “Well, well, well, it seems that Mr. Tough Guy’s got a bit of a soft side,” you giggle, causing a scoff to leave his lips. “What will everyone think when they find out that Billy Hargrove is a softy for his girl?”

“You better not fucking go tell anyone,” he mutters, his hands reaching up to hold your face in his hands as he places another kiss on your lips. “Only you can see me like this, you hear?” he whispers, another kiss being placed on your lips to stop you from teasing him again.

You know there are two meanings to his sentence. You’re the only one who he’ll allow to see his soft side and you’re the only one who he’ll allow to see after his dad had beaten him up, leaving marks and cuts on him. Even though you appreciate the sentiment, it does break your heart a bit. 

You’re the one to kiss him this time, making sure to be careful of the cut on his lip. “I won’t tell anyone. Otherwise, I might have to share you all mushy like this,” you mention.

Billy rolls his eyes at you, pulls away and then falls onto your bed, handing you the study book you had been preoccupied with before he showed up. “Why don’t you read your notes out loud? Maybe I’ll remember something for that test,” he says, laying on his side with his arm propping him up. 

You smile, knowing that he doesn’t really care about the test, that he just wants to listen to your voice. It’s the easiest way for him to just zone out and not think about anything. Besides, he loves your voice so he’ll take any chance he can get to hear it for an extended period. 

Taking the book from him, you crawl up beside him and sit up straight so that he can rest his head on your chest, allowing your hand to make its way to his hair. You gently slide your fingers through the strands, over and over again as you begin to read your notes out loud, making sure your nails softly scratch his scalp every now and then, earning a satisfied hum from him. 

The smile is permanent on your face as you continue to read, knowing that the man who puts up a mean front can be like putty in your hands and has no qualm about being soft in front of you. For you.

[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.

[writethrough]

Morning Blue

(Billy Hargrove x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Synopsis: Waking up with Billy.

Warnings: Teasing Billy, suggestive but not NSFW, soft Billy

Word Count: 358

A/N: This is that dream I had last night. You know it's a good dream when you can literally feel it. This could technically be a companion piece to "Sun Daze," but it's not a continuation by any means. And I just had to use my favorite Billy gif.

Billy always wakes up pressed into your back.

His arms secure around your hips and his cheek against yours, not a breadth of air between you.

He starts by brushing his fingertips over your lower back slowly, delicately. And when you don’t stir, he lifts your shirt to draw temptations into your skin.

You shift some, then still.

He reaches as far as he can, head tilting down, and traces your upper spine to the back of your neck with the tip of his tongue. Softly, teasingly. Wet and warm. His eyes closed.

Once at the base of your skull, he moves to the side of your neck, and licks—swirls and sucks and kisses until your ass shifts back into him. Still unconscious.

It isn't until he tightens his arms around your hips and pulls you further back that you wake.

Billy is a comforting presence—his weight solid and secure and consuming.

You turn ever so slightly to see his face, his blue eyes sleepy and sparkling.

You cup his cheek and kiss his chin. Then glide your fingers to hold it, guiding his face to where you want. You kiss his cheek and then his temple. He doesn’t move, letting you pepper his skin.

You relax into him, tilting his head slightly, and meet his eyes.

“Love you,“ you whisper, barely awake. Like the sound grass makes when the wind dances through it.

His lips twitch up. And he resettles against you, arms squeezing and tongue trailing up your spine again.

You whimper, canting your hips back involuntarily. He hums.

“Easy baby,” he muses, head on top of yours again.

Your hand caresses his cheek, fingers sliding into his hair to slip through it at his temples.

In any other situation, with any other person, this closeness would be too much. But Billy brought peace with his touches.

He brought home.

Again you turn to kiss him wherever you can reach, the apple of his cheek this time.

“Love you,” you repeat. Stronger but still soft. Your hand moves to rest on his forearm.

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, mumbling into it.

“Love you, too.”

[arctickat2400]

You Are Beautiful ∞ Soft! Billy Hargrove

Summary: Tommy and his big mouth have things to say about Y/N, which bring back bad memories. Luckily, Billy is there to make her feel beautiful and loved.

Word Count: 1804

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Everyone laughed at the story Tommy was telling about the freshman he was pushing around today. However, it was clear to everyone but him that it wasn’t all that funny and the laughs were quite fake. School was out for the day and you stood leaning back against the railing outside of the high school alongside Billy, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against his side, as well as Tommy and Carol who stood across from you. 

“Hey, Hargrove, why do you let your girl wear those kinds of clothes?” Tommy questioned with a bit of a snarky chuckle. 

Billy looked up at Tommy from where he was looking off into space, his eyes squinting with confusion. He looked between you and Tommy once before landing on him again. “What’re you talking about, Hagan?” Billy asked, skeptical. 

“I mean look at her dress,” Tommy started, prompting Billy to do so. Although he saw nothing wrong with it. You wore a short strapless white floral dress that Billy could admit immediately was his favorite. But what he did see was wrong was how Tommy started to make you feel - your cheeks turned red, your gaze looked off to nowhere, and you looked defeated as if these kinds of comments were normal for you. But, with Billy as your boyfriend, you should never hear them when he’s around. “It’s showing places that shouldn’t be shown and it’s tight around all the wrong places if you know what I mean, “ Tommy finished in a matter-of-fact tone.

Billy, after seeing the tears start to form in your eyes,  looked back at Tommy with rage in his glare. “No, Tommy,” Billy put emphasis on his name. “I don’t know what you mean. How about—“ But Tommy cut him off, which made matters so much worse because no one ever cuts off Billy Hargrove.

“How can you not see it? Ever since you started dating, she’s gained a bit of weight, everyone can see it, and she’s always dressing like a—” It was Billy’s turn to cut him off, furious for letting him go on this long. Before you knew it, Billy had Tommy’s shirt balled up in a tight fist, Carol letting out a slight scream, startled by the sudden force brought on against her boyfriend. You’d think he was about to lift him off the ground, that is if you were looking.

You thought once you started dating Billy, all the comments and cruelty about your insecurities would go away. At the beginning of your relationship, the comments continued, but not for long. Billy had made sure they would stop and made everyone aware that if anything negative was said about you, he would find out, and whoever said it, he would make sure they never spoke another word. For the past year, no comments were made about you, and you were doing better in the insecurity department thanks to your loving boyfriend, Billy. But, that all went away, all the progress and love you felt for yourself washed away when Tommy just had to open his big mouth. 

“You wanna finish that sentence?” Billy began, getting up in Tommy’s face. “Why would you EVER think it’s okay to say something like that about my girl? Do you see what you’ve done?” Billy shouted the first part angrily but quieted down for the second part so as to not pull attention towards you. He looks back at you to see tears streaming silently down your face before looking back at Tommy. “Tears, Tommy. She’s been doing so well right up until you just had to say something, and for what? Just to get attention? Huh? You think it’s okay to criticize everyone you come across?” Billy was furious now, his rage fiery. “You will not speak another word to Y/N, or me? [Do] You hear me? If you think you can speak to the most beautiful girl in the world like that, you’ve got another thing comin’,” Billy finishes, letting go of Tommy and turning towards you, but not before forcefully pushing Tommy back against the railing. If Carol hadn’t caught him, he would’ve fallen over the edge.

“C’mon, darling,” Billy insisted, wrapping his arm back around your waist after grabbing both yours and his backpacks. Billy pressed a kiss on your forehead as he led you up the hill towards his Camaro, his heart breaking as he heard you sniffle against his side. Once you came to a stop at the passenger side, Billy threw your bags into the back seat as you tried to open the door, but he stopped you. Closing the door, he turned you around to face him. He placed his hands on either side of your face, looking into your teary, red eyes. 

“Baby girl, don’t you listen to him,” Billy commanded, lifting your chin to look up at him. “He’s an idiot and he doesn’t know what he’s talking about ‘cause you are so beautiful, my love. You are the most magnificent woman I have ever laid eyes on. Don’t let someone’s opinions that don’t matter affect what I see in you. ‘Cause I tell the truth, and the truth is that, although you are as gorgeous as ever, you are worth so much more than your body. You are worth all the love that you give to others. You are worth all the stars in the galaxy and you deserve all the love in the universe, baby.” You finally locked eyes with Billy at his sweet words as he wiped some stray tears from your cheeks. “His opinions don’t matter ‘cause that’s all they are - opinions. What I say are facts and that’s what they’ll always be. I can’t express to you how much I love you and how amazing I think you are.” That brought a smile to your face, even if it was small, it meant the world to Billy to see your smile. “Please, love, don’t give a second thought to what he said ‘cause it is not true in the slightest. You wear whatever you want and eat all you like. I always tell you how much I love your ass, and I can never get enough of that tummy of yours.” He placed his hand on your belly, brushing his thumb against your ticklish spot as you let out a soft giggle. And Billy didn’t think he could fall harder in love with you. Even he can be wrong sometimes. “You will always look irresistible in my eyes, no matter what, I will love you always.” Billy smiled down at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

This brought more tears to your eyes, yet happy tears instead of sadness. You stood up on your toes and met Billy’s lips halfway in a passionate, loving kiss. He placed his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible, as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you, Billy. Always.” You admitted, pressing your forehead against his.

“Let’s get you home, baby doll,” Billy smiled, reaching behind you to open the door for you, his hand on the small of your back, helping you in. He ran to the driver’s side, started the engine, backed up, and rushed out of the hell hole’s parking lot. 

You led Billy into your house, hand in hand, before spotting your radio on the table in the living room and getting an idea. You turn your head and smile at Billy, letting go of his hand as he returns the smile. You couldn’t get enough of him. He’s so handsome, you couldn’t help but become mesmerized every time you looked into his eyes. 

“I love that you’re happy and smiling again, bubbles (fun nickname), but what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Billy chuckled, his eyes full of complete adoration for the love of his life. You didn’t answer as he follows you into the living room and watches your every move. You turn on the radio and turn the knob to your favorite station, and what a romantic coincidence it is that your favorite song comes on, the one that is a reminder of your and Billy’s love. You turn back to Billy, reaching towards him and taking his hand in yours as he grins at you curiously. Except, he knew exactly what you were doing.

Billy was not a dancer, but the moment Billy saw you when he was picking you up for your first date, he couldn’t help himself as he took your hand in his and twirled you around, your dress flowing out all around you, before he pulled you back in, holding you against his chest. That was the moment he fell in love with you. And since then, slow dancing has been your favorite pastime together (besides cuddling, of course).

And that’s exactly what was happening now as you both swayed to Incredible by James TW, one arm around your waist, the other in your hand as you held onto the back of his neck, smoothing your fingers over the soft hair at the nape of his neck. 

You stared into each other’s eyes in silence, comfortable and peaceful. Billy could stare into your eyes for the rest of his life and never get bored. Just as James sang the chorus of the song, Billy spun you around gently before pulling you back in, your back hitting his chest. He wrapped his arms around your stomach, locking his hands with yours as you laid your head back against his shoulder. Billy placed a sweet kiss on your head as he swayed you in his arms. 

“You, my love, are the best thing to have ever happened to me. I still can’t believe you’re mine. But, I will savor every little moment of every day for the rest of my life because I know that I get to hold you in my arms because I know that you are mine and I am yours and that is how it will always be.” You look up at him, turning in his arms as he wraps them around you and locks them at the small of your back, looking down lovingly into your blue eyes. 

“Who knew Billy Hargrove, the Keg King, could be such a softy?” You teased, raising your eyebrow with a soft smile. 

“Only for you, my love,” Billy’s smile never left his lips as he leans down and meets your soft lips in a gentle, but ever so enchanting kiss, tangling your hand through his hair, one of his hands on your waist and one placed on your cheek. 

Apparently, it was possible to fall more in love with the person that already had your whole heart. “I love you, Billy Hargrove. Always.”

[munsster]

love languages with billy hargrove

A/N: literally f*ck canon? that shite is ass and to me, billy is still very alive and maybe even thriving. anyways here’s a fluffy headcanon

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader

him not really understanding/knowing anything at all about love languages when you first get together

but it turns out, with you, he's a sucker for every single one of them

quality time is a given, but he doesn't even realize how warm he gets when you randomly call him or drop by his home or visit him while he's on duty

in his mind, he's like wtf why are u obsessed with me baby, but really, he's definitely the one who's obsessed

him getting back at you for all your surprise visits by crawling through your window????

like the sentiment is there, and he's so proud of himself for thinking of it, but you both know he did it to make out with you on your bed, right?

despite how hard he tries to hide his love for spontaneous nighttime drives and mini backyard picnics, you can tell by the way he holds back a smile that he wouldn't trade it for the world

also??? maybe you're not really a party person until he convinces you to come along, and the fact that you enjoyed being by his side the whole night is so fascinating to him

and there's no way he's going to another without you

apparently, it's the little things that get his softie gears turning

like he never really talks much, but he's obsessed with listening to you, even when he's stone faced; if you love it enough to talk his ear off about it, he's gonna love it, too

i won't even get started on the praise kink unlocked achievement.

okay maybe i will...

(just saying, once you figure it out, you'd definitely drop a casual "good boy" or a "you did so well, baby" literally whenever and he's like instantaneous heart eyes, hubba hubba, foaming at the mouth, convulsing, probably)

even getting him to talk about himself once in a while, and he feels so light afterward. like goddamn, somebody he loves wants to listen to him???? no fucking chance

except yes fucking chance, and he looks so handsome when he gets all puppy dog excited about his actual interests

he catches you staring at his mouth while he's talking and he clams up, getting all blushy and looking away

("no, no, it's cute! i'm listening" "shut up" "i like hearing you speak" "minx")

he's Melting.

okay, basically, the only experience—prior to you—he has with gifts (giving and receiving) is his mom, but he was little, and he's not a huge fan of toys anymore

and then you buy him a fancy new pair of sunglasses out of the blue, and his heart is fucking bursting

and of COURSE he brushes it off. maybe a thanks and a kiss on the cheek. or maybe a full on make out sesh in the front seat of his car with the sunglasses on top of his head keeping his hair out of his face?

just as a simple show of gratitude, of course

and then a couple weeks later he buys you your favorite cassette (definitely NOT because it also happens to have one of his favorite songs on it. psssh no way.)

you smile and squeal and wrap your arms around him and he totally shrugs it off, but he'd buy you the world if you'd have that reaction everytime.

okay, he found it a little weird when you offered to help tidy up his room, but on second thought, you look so cute setting his things on shelves—on display—because you're so amazed by how very billy they all are

or when you give max rides home and spend time with her while he's working. and turns out you guys are two-peas-in-a-pod close

just wait till billy finds out and you become THREE-peas-in-a-pod. hawkins #1 most chaotic evil trio, with you playing mediator (a given)

because as much as he thinks max is a little shit sometimes, she's also his baby sister, and somewhere deep inside his aching heart, he has a soft spot that's not getting any smaller thanks to you

now... that physical touch category is a touchy subject…. haha (sorry)

definitely the hardest to tame and the one that takes the longest to get used to, but also the one he likes the very most

seriously, every soft and precious thing he ever had was stripped from him by his deadbeat father

until you came along

and knowing that, you ease into touch with billy very, very slowly

like the most contact you have in the first couple months is either your pinkies brushing when you walk places together or handing him something and his is palm all rough and warm against your knuckles

but even that makes you both pull away all flustered

and when you do finally slip your hand into his, he's spiraling and praying you keep it there forever

like once you're holding hands, he is not letting go until you duck into his car, but even then, once he's seated, he is driving home one handed because he will not be caught dead without your fingers tucked snug between his

and that's where things truly take a turn for the better

he gets bolder. closer. and needless to say, you breathe a lot harder when he sits down with his thigh against yours and his hand on your knee

or his arm around your shoulders so he can lean down and whisper in your ear whenever??? goosebumps

also like when your mind goes off in the distance, it becomes a new thing that you're tethered to him (playing with his hands, drawing your fingertips over his skin, leaving small kisses over his face)

he thinks he's crazy for deserving something like this, and if he could lay right here for the rest of his life, he would

sometimes you even go as far as mindlessly braiding/brushing/running your fingers through his hair and he's just sitting there purring like a little kitten. how did you do that????

sometimes he might get overwhelmed by it, but he’ll let you know and you’re quick to give him physical space, and his heart is so full; you’re so understanding he could cry

billy never blames his touch aversion on anyone except his dad

and he especially never blames you

you're a goddamn angel, and looking back, he even laughs a little that you both were so tentative around each other at the beginning

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[billys-pretty-babe]

Late Nights with H

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : H is four months old and hates being away from her daddy. You've started working again and Billy can't stand to see you exhausted from work and dealing with H.

Warnings : None :)

Word count : 661

A/N : Reader is only mentioned a few times!

Wailing woke Billy up as you laid on his chest and he looked down to see you still asleep and he gently moved you off of him before getting up and stretching, keeping his groaning down as he quietly left the bedroom.

He walked into the nursery to see H crying, crocodile tears on her cheeks and he cooed quietly and picked her up. "What's wrong with you," he asked quietly as he held H on his hip, rocking side to side to try and calm her down. Her lips smacked bringing her hand to her mouth to signal she was hungry. "Okay come on, we're gonna get you some more dinner and then it's bed time. Mommy needs sleep," he said as if she could understand him.

He left the nursery and quietly walked through the house, avoiding some of the boards that creaked as he grabbed a bottle and found the formula since you hadn't pumped when you got home. He read the directions and made it as he shook the bottle, trying to get everything to mix and H's brow furrowed before she leaned forward and attached her lips to Billy's nipple, clamping her gums down and Billy yelped loudly not trying to conceal the loud sound.

He put the bottle down and lifted H by her armpits and looked her in the eyes, "I'm not mommy. I don't have milk." He wiped his sore pec and gave her the bottle, patting her bottom as H drank from it. She finished the bottle and Billy tossed it into the sink, knowing someone would deal with it. He patted her back to burp her as she began to get fussy again.

He took her back to the nursery and checked her diaper to see it was clean. "Come on, we're gonna go on a drive." H made a small sound as Billy picked her up as he put a pair of shoes on before grabbing your car keys and he left the house as he put H in her car seat before checking her straps and shutting the car door quietly before getting into the driver's seat and began driving down the quiet neighborhood road before hitting the back roads.

He turned on your radio and found a cassette before putting it in and turning down the volume as Elvis' voice filled the car and Billy smiled and fixed the rear view mirror so he could see his baby from the mirror that was on the headrest of the backseat. H looked in her mirror and her face scrunched up as she cooed and kicked a little and Billy smiled as he continued driving around, turning up the music a little as he sang along to the songs that he knew.

He sat at a red light, waiting for it to turn green and he glanced in the mirror to see H asleep and he smiled and turned down the music as he turned to go back to the house. He parked your car back in the driveway next to his Camaro before getting H out of the car, holding her tightly to his bare chest as he walked back inside, locking the car from the inside.

He locked the door quietly and dropped your keys into the bowl before moving back to the nursery as he sat in the recliner and reclined it as H moved around on his chest, trying to get comfortable before she fell back asleep. Billy yawned and rubbed her back, his eyes shutting as H snored a little and he laughed before humming a tune softly as he began to fall asleep, knowing the next night would be the same but truly, he loves his life now because if you would've told 17 year old Billy that he'd have a baby girl and a girlfriend, he'd laugh at you and call you delusional but now, he truly is the happiest he's ever been.

[morganwrites12672]

This is so cute!

Billy does not like the cold. At all. You decide to help him with that.

Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader

Hopper didn't like Billy. He didn't trust Billy, it was the same with Mike. He didn't like any boys. At all, no matter what.

You sigh as Billy curls up into your chest, "It's fucking cold, everywhere," he grumbles as you add another blanket on top of him.

He was used to the California sun. He was not used to the freezing hawkins winters. And he hated them, he had not spent one minute since it dropped below 40 degrees, anywhere but cuddled up with you.

"Billy, babe. It's in the 50's today, it hasn't even gotten as cold as it usually does. The cabin is literally in the 60's," you say with a smile.

Billy grunts in response. He would not last once it started snowing. You smile at the thought, billy and snow? That was a big no, he would not be able to handle the cold.

"I don't like this. But at least I have my personal heater," Billy says with a smile. You chuckle, he was adorable when he was grumpy.

Max however, loved winter. She had never seen snow, or at least not the good kind, until she moved to Hawkins. She had been here for a few years, and she loves the snow everytime. The only thing she hated was that she couldn't skate board.

You got out of the lab years before El. You did feel bad, you tried to go back for her. It never worked and you moved on. You still had someone make sure if she did ever escape, or get an opportunity you would get a call.

When you got the call that she had escaped, you had been overcome with joy. the first thing you did was pack up all of your stuff and drive straight there.

Hopper soon, adopted the both of you and here you were. Being smothered to death by your sunshine state boyfriend.

You realize Billy is asleep, and your door is open three inches. You smile and slowly close it. You wipe the blood that has dripped from your nose with your sleeve and then realized you forgot the lights.

You reached over to turn on the lamp, it was less bright but still have some light. You then closed your eyes and flicked off the main light. You wipe the blood with your sleeve, and close your eyes.

It was so peaceful like this. Billy was curled into a ball on top of you, your eyes getting heavy.

Hopper realized he hadn't heard from you and Billy for a while. Max and El had the door shut, that was allowed. But with boyfriends the door stays open three inches.

Hopper leans back and realizes the door is shut, "What did I say?" He yells and jumps up. He dishes to throw open the door, he sees Billy, Billy Hargrove, almost all the way curled up into a ball.

He is laying on your stomach, with his face now buried in your neck. Your eyes are shut and one of your hands is resting in his curls.

As much as he hated to admit it, Hopper thought the scene in front of him was adorable. Poor billy had been hating the cold, and Hopper could tell based on the four blankets on top of the boy.

He chuckled and softly shut the door. He would let it slide this time, but only this time.

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@billysbabyy writing this made me think of you, my favorite soft!billy stan mutual!

My requests are open. Check my pinned post for all of the people and fandoms I write for!

[matt-h3w]

Okay but like Billy Hargrove, right.... We all know his dad sucks ass, but like, comforting Billy after his dad beat him..... Breaks me, but like also like the fluff of it is just Eeeeee. Ya know?

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TW: wounds, abuse mentions, lack of self worth. Slight reference to readers trauma.

G/N reader, sure the man is cannonly straight, but I do it for the girls, the gays, and the theys, and everything in between.

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You enter his room and see him sitting on his bed, head in his hands with cuts and bruises covering his exposed skin you slowly walks over to him, brushing his hair out of his face, speaking softly "hey, what happened to you?" All he could do was look at you, tears starting to form in his eyes. Your lips make contact with his forehead as a form of comfort "it was your dad wasn't it?" You asked, and he nodded the tears spilling out.

His breathes are shaking, as he tries to keep in sobs. No one had ever seen him so vulnerable no one but you. You somehow managed to become something more than just a stranger in a small town. He couldn't manage to figure out just how you slipped between the walls he put up around his heart but there you were, he would never say but he wished your kisses meant more than comforting him. That you holding him was more than pity.

He wished that you loved him more than a friend. You gave him something he thought he could never have, someone to turn to in time of need. Someone to lean on when he felt he couldn't stand. Someone who'll care for him, and love him despite his flaws.

He always told himself he didn't deserve you. He knew he didn't. But yet you were still there by his side holding him close. "Let's get you cleaned up, hmm?" You whisper softly to him, you knew that he had been yelled at earlier and didn't want to make things worse.

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you came back with a first aid kit and had been disinfecting the cuts, and putting bandaids on them if it was needed, you also took the time to make sure his bone weren't broken. He'd wince every now and again, and everytime you'd apologize. It made his heart swell, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for you, you never once hesitated to come to his aid, no matter how late, or how tired you were. He wondered how many nights you'd stay awake just in case he needed you.

He couldn't bare the thought of you losing sleep because of him, he didn't understand why he fell so easily for you, maybe it was the way you never once treated him any less than a person. Or the sarcastic comments you'd make when he was flirting with you. Or the way you didn't put up with his bullshit twords you, if you didn't like how he treated you, he'd get an earful without hesitation.

There was so much he loved about you, he thought you were undeniably beautiful. Regardless if you thought it yourself.

"Hey, you doing okay?" Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, he looked at you, the concern that filled your gaze made any tensed muscles in his body immediately relax , and his heart melt. His voice came out soft and broken as if he tried to talk to loud he'd cry again. "yeah" and the way you smiled at him, god your smile never failed to make warmth spread through his chest, up his neck, and to his face.

"You know when I heard your voice over the phone.... I wanted to kill him.." You spoke, He had called you, he always did after it got bad, every time his voice would shake and crack, trying not to break right then and there. He felt a sort of guilt run through his veins.

You felt hurt for him, when he didn't want to bare the emotion, you did, when he didn't want to bare the pain, you'd take it, when the weight became too much, you'd lift it off him. He never asked you to, he couldn't ever do that, but you still did, no matter how fucked up things got for you, you never stopped helping him.

That fact alone broke his heart.... You got up and set the first aid kit on his nightstand "do you still have the bag?" You asked gently fixing his hair. He nodded slowly "yeah, I do..." All you did was grab his hands gently, and pull him up, you both knew that he willing let you because if he didn't you wouldn't have been able to move him.

He grab the bag he kept stashed away in his closet, he had it for when he needed to get away, he never stayed away long because of Max. He'd never say it to her face but he really did care about her well-being.

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He found himself in the passenger seat of your car, his bag in the backseat. He would have taken his but the engine would have given him away. He was tapping his fingers on his thighs trying to focus on the road ahead. The car was silent other than the radio playing softly.

He felt your hand slide into his, which made him look at you. With a quick smile, you looked back at the road. He held your hand as if he was scared that when he let go, you'd be gone. You felt the tightness of his grip, it didn't hurt by any means, you felt your heart flutter at the way he clung to you even if it was only holding your hand.

You could never understand why he looked at you the way he did, but you were grateful that he trusted you enough to let you see the side of him that he kept tucked away. That he felt safe enough with you to cry, you knew that it was hard to do that and though seeing him so broken made your heart ache, it also made you so happy to know he'd let himself be vulnerable with you. You finally broke the silence, "you can stay in my room tonight if you want...." You're heart was pounding in your head, you'd be lying to yourself if you said that giving him that option didn't make you nervous. What if it made him uncomfortable.... You felt his grip falter just for a second.

"I'd like that.... If you're sure you're okay with it" his voice was just loud enough to hear. "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't okay with it" you said, though within a certain perspective some might say that the words that you just spoke were talking down to him. He found them as words of reassurance, telling him you'd never do something that you didn't want to, that caring for him was something you genuinely wanted to do with your time. He found himself falling deeper into love with you with every little moment you shared.

He didn't even realize he was doing it till the back of your hand met his lips. The second he realized what he had done, he glanced over at you, frantically searching for any sigh of discomfort. But all he found was a soft smile displayed upon your lips. He felt your hand flex slightly, giving him a soft squeeze of confirmation that you were okay with his actions.

He pressed his lips further against your skin. Enjoying the smoothness against his mouth. The warmth coming off of you. When he pulled your hand back from his lips, he glanced at you again, though it was dark he could see the rosey color that had adorned your features, the smile that had grown wider, the soft twinkle of appreciation in your eyes as you focused on the road. You had finally reached your driveway, after all you didn't live very far. You didn't let go of his hand until you both got out of the car. He made sure to grab his bag from the backseat before getting out, once the car was locked you slid your hand back in his.

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He had set his bag on the floor of your room, he always love being in it. Surrounded by well.... You... The posters, the comic books, the drawings, the photos, the figurines, the vinyls, the plushies. He even loved the scattered books that you forgot to put away, or the unorganized makeup on the vanity. Even the random trinkets that sat in your windowsill. He has so many memories of late nights he spent with you, even if the reason he was there sucked ass, he loved being with you.