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billyhargrove-s · 10 months

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I Was Made For Lovin' You

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a/n: I did say I missed writing for Billy, so heres a little bit of a project I've had an idea for

warnings: mentions of underaged drinking, alcohol, light allusions to sex, i think thats it? lmk if I missed anything please :))

relationship: billy x reader

word count:1.6k

mini-series : Billy's Mixtape

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It’s subtle.

The way his eyes find yours within seconds of the song beginning to play. You’re across the house from him, where he stands in the living room while a girl tries her best to show him that she’s better than you, and you stand in the kitchen hiding a laugh at the sight as you talk with your girlfriends.

You know he’s yours, you’re not insecure about your relationship whatsoever. The two of you have something special, a deeper connection than surface level sex; something that a lot of people think is the only thing he’s capable of. To everyone else, he’s a mystery. That’s why so many find him so damn desirable. They don’t know what under those crystal blue eyes, and the golden curls you love so much. You didn’t think you believed in fate, not until you met him. When you met him it was like everything clicked into place. You knew he was your soulmate, and he realized that one night at a party much like this when he pulled you into the master bathroom that most certainly belonged to the parents of whoevers house you were in. Most people assumed Billy was doing what Billy did best, seducing you to get into your pants. Just another one night stand and broken hearted being thinking they’d be the one to change them.

You really did though. That night you sat in the overly large bathtub together, sharing a bottle of wine that you were drinking straight from the bottle. You shared drunken, sloppy kisses and tears and everything in between. Laughing at how quickly you both had made the other fall apart. When you spilled wine down the front of your shirt, Billy didn’t hesitate to give you his leather jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders tightly. You had grinned at him, pulling him in for a hug as you offered him the last sip of wine.

There’s easily a hundred people crowded into this house, sweaty bodies all brushing up against each other. Yet somehow, he’s the only one you notice. The only one that matters really. You notice the way his lips barely curl up into a smile, knowing it was for you and your eyes only and you send one back his way. The girl talking to him notices he’s no longer paying a lick of attention to her and stares at you in disgust. His lips are forming a grin before you know it and he’s beginning to dance his way over to you.

You send him a wink and turn back to your friends, excusing yourself from the conversation to meet him in the middle of the room as the lyrics play.

Tonight… I want to give it all to you.

Billy grabs your waist, pulling you against him in an instant. A mischievous grin laces your lips as you pull his face in for a kiss. Your cheeks are hot, and so is the alcohol that was running through your system. Your forehead has frizzy hair clinging to it with sweat. The pair of you are drunken kisses and fumbling hands in the middle of the room. Not a care in the world regarding the people surrounding you both.

His curls are equally as frizzy and damp. The amount of bodies shoving against each other in this living room has made the house ten times hotter than it was when you first arrived together. You feel the smile on his lips as he pulls away from yours. The lyrics of the song continue on and on. You might even consider this to be your song.

“Hello there sweetheart.” He whispers against your forehead. You barely hear him, your heart is pounding to the beat of the music. His leather jacket is layered over a button up that shows his tanned chest, and you look at him with so much love in your eyes.

“Hi baby.” You whisper back as the two of you sway to the rhythm. He holds you close, and you can feel the girl from before glaring daggers into your back. You pay her no mind though, Billy has always been yours; through thick and thin. Nothing that her pathetic attempt to get in his pants could change that. Billy is swaying his hips with yours to the beat, roaming his hands on your arms, your waist, your back. Anywhere that he can reach really.

I was made for loving you baby. You were made for loving me.

“I missed you.” You said, slinging your arms around the back of his neck and pulling him as close as possible. His breath is hot and heavy, but you don’t mind one bit.

“Well why didn’t you come and get me?” He asks, a laugh erupting from his belly. You take one of his golden curls and brush it back behind his ear, letting your hand rest on his face. Your thumb grazes his soft cheeks, and he looks at you with wicked blue eyes.

“Thought I might let Connie try to live out her wet fantasies. Help a girl out, you know?” You say mischievously. His laugh is like music to your ears as he grabs your hand, lifting it above your head to make you spin. “Besides, I’m here now. I knew it wouldn’t be long until you found me.”

“Come on baby, you know you’re the only one I want.” He says, leaning down to kiss you once more, lingering above your lips as he pulls away. You're both giggling and tipsy as he throws an arm around your shoulder, guiding you off of the dance floor and back to the side of the room he was in.

Cause girl I was made for you…

He takes a sip from the beer bottle in his hand, throwing his head back as he does. Drops of the liquid roll down his chin as he looks back at you, you're practically glued to his side now. You’ve had enough time away from him. That was how your nights usually went at these parties. You’d spend the beginning with your respective friend groups before eventually finding yourself clinging to each other. Acting like you were each other's lifeline. In some ways, you supposed you were. He offers you his beer bottle, which you gladly take finishing it off and putting it on an overflowing end table

Things had changed severely at Hawkins when the two of you became public news. No one could understand why the two of you seemed to work. Or even why the two of you seemed to be one of the longest lasting couples.

Maybe it was because of moments like these, when the two of you remembered how the other felt like the final piece in a puzzle, the one that made the other complete. Feeling like you two were the only people in a room full of a hundred.

You loved him, loved him with every fiber of your being. There was no doubt that he was the love of your life, and he felt the same. You were his safe place, the person he found security in. The one that he wanted to build a future with, and the one that made him want to be better.

Together, you picked up the broken pieces of each other. After every single fight with his father, you were there, ready to put back together the broken boy. And even when you were at your worst, Billy was there to remind you he loved you. Every step of the way.

“Want another round?” You asked him as the two of you maneuvered around the crowd and to the back patio.

“Stay right here, I’ll go grab us one.” Billy said, pressing a kiss against your forehead and trailing his fingertips on your palm until he was just out of reach.

And girl you were made for me…

As he made his way back, you took the neck of the beer bottle from his hand, making it spill down the front of your shirt much like the night you realized you were destined to be with him. Just like that night, he laughed and quickly threw his leather jacket around your shoulders, pulling you close into his chest.

His raspy voice echoes the song lyrics into your ears. You grin, knowing you’re the only one that will ever get to experience him in this way. Beyond the sexual encounters, is the Billy you know. The Billy that holds you tight and whispers sweet nothings into your ears. Your best friend, the one you call home, the love of your life.

“I love you.” He whispers into your ear. He’s not shy about it anymore. Not since the two of you realized you both were the best thing to ever happen to the other. He feels lucky that he found you so soon, that some day soon you’ll get to spend the rest of your life together. That after graduation you’d both move out of your shitty living situations and move far from Hawkins. He holds you closer as you sway your hips to the beat.

“I was made for loving you baby.” You grin, singing the lyrics to him as the song begins to fade out, and you remember that he’s your soulmate, and nothing will ever change that fact.

He pulls you even closer at that, pressing another drunk sloppy kiss against your lips. Once more making it feel like it’s just the two of you in that room that is packed full of teenagers. Some are jealous of him, some are jealous of you. They could remain jealous though, for all you cared;

You were made for loving me.

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billyhargrove-s · 11 months

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I Was Made For Lovin' You

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a/n: I did say I missed writing for Billy, so heres a little bit of a project I've had an idea for

warnings: mentions of underaged drinking, alcohol, light allusions to sex, i think thats it? lmk if I missed anything please :))

relationship: billy x reader

word count:1.6k

mini-series : Billy's Mixtape

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It’s subtle.

You send him a wink and turn back to your friends, excusing yourself from the conversation to meet him in the middle of the room as the lyrics play.

Tonight… I want to give it all to you.

I was made for loving you baby. You were made for loving me.

“I missed you.” You said, slinging your arms around the back of his neck and pulling him as close as possible. His breath is hot and heavy, but you don’t mind one bit.

Cause girl I was made for you…

“Want another round?” You asked him as the two of you maneuvered around the crowd and to the back patio.

“Stay right here, I’ll go grab us one.” Billy said, pressing a kiss against your forehead and trailing his fingertips on your palm until he was just out of reach.

And girl you were made for me…

“I was made for loving you baby.” You grin, singing the lyrics to him as the song begins to fade out, and you remember that he’s your soulmate, and nothing will ever change that fact.

You were made for loving me.

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billyhargrove-s · 11 months

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anyways, send in some requests and maybe I’ll actually write them :)

What would y’all say if I said I miss writing for Billy and was wanting to write a little something for him again :)

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billyhargrove-s · 11 months

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What would y’all say if I said I miss writing for Billy and was wanting to write a little something for him again :)

#billy #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove imagine

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billyhargrove-s · 2 years

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I love your Billy and baby sister fics. Honestly warms my heart 😭

thank you so much🥺 they’re my favorite to write

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billyhargrove-s · 2 years

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Hey honey, i saw that you were looking for some billy requests and he's my current fixation so I can give you LOTS of prompts for billy. would you want them sent individually to your inbox or all in one ask or even in your dms. just let me know which you prefer!🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

individually in my inbox works!

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billyhargrove-s · 2 years

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thank you for adding me <3

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˗ˏˋ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

Peanut butter cookies - @eddie-van-munson

guitar pick - @yourfavouriterival

“Why the hell would you say something like that?” - @rainylana

Bloody Lip - @darling-i-read-it

Afterglow - @siempre-bucky

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fool for you - @witchwyfe

Jealousy jealousy - @eufezco

Boobies - @princessofmarvel

The babysitters club - @sinclaiirs

I Like Girls Too - @bxcketbarnes

Slurpys and Dirty Talk - @steveharringtons-lover

Just the two of Us - @heyysteven

The Cake Attack of ‘87 - @hellfireclubmember

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What Were you Thinking? - @jedi-mabari

beat up love - @dearhargrove

road gate - @eddiemunsxn

i’m with you - @hauntlikeaghost0

my boy - @feverdreqmz

Just To Ourselves - @billyhargrove-s

Dating Billy Hargrove HC's - @queers-gambit

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You'll See Why - @justfandomwritings

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redemption make out sesh - @stevesfaberge

Opposites Attract - @strangeswift

Blurb <3 - @shysneeze

dating robin headcanons - @nctzncore

Blurb <3 - @hawkins-losers

Thank me later - @selenitesdawn

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bloodshot bad news - @stevesfaberge

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Jealousy - @milkmily

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Your Love - @refiwrites

Dating Jonathan Byers Headcanons - @myuninterestinglifestory

boyfriend headcanons - @keepyourbliss

Wish - @proudharrington

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billyhargrove-s · 2 years

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hi! i was wondering if you could write an imagine about billy having a sister (could be twin/year younger, up to you!) who is in an abusive relationship (if you dont write for stuff like that, PLEASE do not feel bad declining. i tried to find rules for requesting but wasn't able to :((( ) and billy starts noticing her acting off and tries to confront her a couple times but she brushes it off, and then he comes home one day and hears her bf screaming at her and he goes all protective brother? again, if you don't write this kind of thing– please do not hesitate to decline bc i totally understand it can be a bit triggering. thank you🤍🥺

hello! just posted it, sorry it took so long. you can read it here

#billyhargrove s

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billyhargrove-s · 2 years

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Bad News

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warnings: reader is in an abusive relationship, narcissistic behavior, gaslighting, mental abuse, minor physical abuse, etc. (please lmk if I've missed anything).

relationship: billy x sister!reader (platonic)

word count: 2.3k ___________________________________________________________

The mirror wasn’t something you were fond of these days. You found it best to avoid it at all costs, to not look what you swore would never happen to you directly in the eye. Staring at yourself today, part of you felt ashamed. After years of watching your dad beat on Billy, and verbally tear you down; you always wanted better for yourself. So why did some random guy from this small town change all of that for you?

Travis was a nice guy, when he wanted to be. It started off as small things. He wanted to have more alone time with you, meaning your friends were no longer invited to hang out with you, only him. Other times, he didn’t like how guys were looking at you and made you wear something that claimed you as his. Which was sweet at first, but then developed into him taking it out on you. Whether it was an argument or gripping your wrist so hard he left bruises. He didn’t take lightly to canceled plans, and you often had to compensate for them in other ways. Which is why you found yourself knocking on Billy’s door, heavy metal blaring from inside.

“What is it?” Billy yelled from the other side, putting out his cigarette in an ashtray on his nightstand.

“Do you think you could drive me to the movies?” You asked your older brother, hoping he’d say yes and not ask questions. “I’m supposed to meet Travis.”

“I don’t know y/n.” He said, opening the door to his bedroom once he realized it was you. “Dad wants us staying in tonight, and he’s already mad enough about god knows what.”

“Okay, yeah that’s fine.” You said, knowing it was better to face whatever Travis had to say than your father.

“I’m sorry kid.” Billy apologized. He wasn’t one for being nice typically, but when it came to you he was usually wrapped around your pinky. You were his baby sister, even if you were only a year younger. The two of you were as thick as thieves, despite your drastically different personalities. “We can compromise and Travis could come here? I’ll sit in the kitchen so dad doesn’t get mad.”

You thought about it for a moment and nodded, feeling as if doing something with Travis was better than nothing. Picking the phone up off of the hook, you dialed the number to Travis’, waiting for the ringing to stop and your boyfriend to answer.

“Hey what’s up?” He finally picked up.

“Hey, my dad wants me to stay in tonight, but Billy says you can come over and we could watch a movie here?” You squeaked out.

“Wish I could be shocked you’re canceling plans on me again Y/n.” He scoffed into the phone.

“I’m not canceling, I’m just saying we can move our plans to here.” You defended.

“Jesus, it’s like you don’t even want to be with me anymore.” Travis said. “Do you even care about me? What about my feelings? You think I wanna drive to your shitty house while your brother watches over us like some pariah.”

“Travis, you know I do care.” You said. “You know my dad, he's-, he’s strict as hell. It would be like Billy’s not even here.”

“Whatever.” He said, and the line went dead. Travis had hung up on you. Looking between the phone and the wall you placed the phone back on the hook. Closing your eyes and counting to 10 before turning around. Billy was watching you from his doorway, likely from hearing his name. You, on the other hand, were fighting back tears.

“You okay kid?” Billy asked you.

“I’m fine.” You mumbled, rushing to your bedroom and shutting the door behind you leaving your brother standing there in confusion.

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Billy didn’t like Travis. There was no doubt about it. In his eyes, nobody would ever be good enough for his baby sister. Besides, in his eyes you were still a tiny little kid. A year apart meant nothing to him. There was no question about it, he saw you as much younger than you were. Whether he had grown up too fast or you too slow, you were one hundred percent his kid sister that didn’t know about the world. You’d already gone through too much shit to deal with dating shitty people. Still, he had no idea what you saw in the shit stain you called your boyfriend.

He could hear you crying on the other side of your door and he sighed. You deserved better than him, and he knew it, he just didn’t know how to convince you to leave him. As much as he hated it, Billy also knew it wasn’t his place. That all he could do was support you when shit hit the fan, like tonight.

Knocking on your door, he heard you sit up and pause your crying. Sniffling quietly to yourself and he knew you were frantically trying to clean yourself up using the sleeves of your sweatshirt. Without fail, when you opened your bedroom door Billy could see streaks of your mascara dirtying the cuffs of your sweatshirt. Technically his sweatshirt. It was one from the basketball team in California that he had outgrown before you even moved to Hawkins. You had claimed it as yours the minute he tried throwing it out, saying it was still perfectly usable.

“What’s up?” You asked nonchalantly. As if everything in the world was fine, like your boyfriend wasn’t the biggest dick in the world. Billy bit his tongue, resisting the urge to say something that would upset you further.

“Dad’s not going to be back for a while, I was thinking of ordering take out. Do you want any?” He asked.

“What kind?” You asked, raising your eyebrow in curiosity. Starting to step out of the sad shell you were in, interested in your brother's offer.

“Whatever you want.” Billy shrugged, turning back to go to his room. That was how he worked. He didn’t prod about your feelings, but he did his best to keep you happy and not seem overbearing. He operated with small gestures that showed you he cared. Never enough to make you aware he knew just what exactly your mood was. was. Especially when you were upset, he knew you were already embarrassed enough. “Just let me know.”

“Can we do Chinese food?” You asked and he smiled to himself, Chinese food was always your goto when you wanted to cheer yourself up.

“Lo mein and fried rice?” He asked, knowing your order by heart.

“Yep.”

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Two days later, you were standing by your locker with Travis. He had one arm around you and his gaze was focusing on a blond across the hall. Not that you noticed, you were shuffling through your locker looking for your text book.

“I have no idea where it is.” You mumbled to yourself.

“Where what is?” Travis asked, still entirely entrapped by the blond.

“My bio book.” You said. “I probably left it in Billy’s car.”

“Who’s Billy?” Travis asked, finally snapping his gaze towards you. “Why were you in his car?”

His arm was no longer around you, like he was disgusted to be seen with you in general. His hand now gripped your wrist painfully, and you looked at him with wide eyes.

“What do you mean, ‘who’s Billy?’” You asked, baffled that your own boyfriend couldn’t even remember the name of your brother. The most important person in your life.

“I mean exactly what I said, who is Billy?” Travis asked, rolling his eyes. “Jesus, are you whoring yourself out? Do you have a second boyfriend?”

“Billy, my older brother.” You stated, your voice was monotone and sounded exhausted. Like you hadn’t already explained to him who your brother was. “You’ve met him, multiple times.”

“Oh yeah” Travis mumbled before kissing your cheek. His form of apology. You simply rolled your eyes and shut your locker. “Are we still on for tonight?” “Yeah, I guess. My place at 5? I’ll be home alone, and nobody will bother our study session.” You said, grabbing your notebook and walking to your class.

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By the time you got home after Billy’s practice it was nearing 4:45. You didn’t have long until Travis got here, but Billy was already heading out of the door within 10 minutes of getting home. Off to whatever date he had planned for the night. Your father and Susan were out of town, and Max was at the Wheeler’s house.

A knock on the door signaled the arrival of your boyfriend. Opening the door, you quickly ushered him inside and he instantly made his way to your bedroom, barely giving you a greeting. This was the first time the two of you would be left home alone.

“I was thinking we could start off with History first?” You told him, following him into your bedroom.

“What?” Travis asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“For our study session, you know the reason you came over tonight.” You said.

“Oh Jesus, you were being serious about that?” He spoke, laughing in a condescending way.

“What?” You asked. “We have two tests this week, why wouldn’t I be serious?”

“You said we were home alone,” Travis said.

“Yes, and I also said nobody would interrupt our study session right after.”

“Nobody says that and actually means studying y/n!” Travis yelled at you and you took a step back.

“What else would they mean!” You yelled back, surprised that your voice had even raised.

“I don’t know! Maybe sex? You know the thing that most couples our age have?” He was screaming. “Jesus, you’ve never even touched me before and it's been months.”

“You’re mad at me, because we’ve never had sex.” You stated, absolutely baffled at the conversation you were having.

“I’m mad at you because it feels like I’m the only one who cares about this relationship! I swear you don’t even want me half of the time, you’re too stuck in your ditzy world of good grades and family time! Jesus, I only started dating you because I figured with your brother's reputation you would at least put out. Half the time I can’t even stand to listen to you speak!”

The front door slammed shut, and you could feel tears beginning to make their way down your cheeks as Travis got nearer and nearer to you. Your body flinched with each step that Travis took, his hand gripping your wrist tightly. A large body appeared from behind you and without turning to look, you knew Billy’s presence immediately.

“You have 3 seconds to let her go, and get the fuck out of my house.” Billy spoke through gritted teeth. Travis instantly let go of your wrist, puffing his chest out in some fickle attempt to assert dominance over your brother. Still, Billy had the height and muscle and it was clear that Travis wasn’t going to win this fight. He shoved past Billy but didn’t get far before Billy grabbed him by the shoulder pulling him back to whisper in his ear. “You ever look at or touch my sister again, you’re fucking dead got it?”

Travis was out of the door and in his car the minute Billy let him go, leaving your front door wide open. Tears were steadily streaming down your cheeks as you were turned around and embraced in a tight hug. You wet Billy’s shirt with your sobs but he said nothing, only rubbing your back in reassurance that you’d be okay.

“That guys an asshole, don’t waste your tears on him.” Billy said once you calmed down a bit.

“Why are you back home?” You asked, looking up at your brother with teary eyes.

“Left my wallet in my room.” He said. “Besides, I had a gut feeling.”

“I’m glad you came back.” You admitted, giving him another hug, sniffling into his shirt.

“Yeah, me too kid.” Billy said, patting your back gently. “Give me a minute to cancel my date. Then we can do whatever you want.”

“You don’t have to Billy,” You tried to argue. Mostly to be polite, you really didn’t want to be alone tonight and he saw right through your lie.

“You’re not winning this argument, besides I wasn’t looking forward to her anyways.” He said, turning on his heel towards the phone.

You laughed, wiping your nose on your hand. Already you felt one hundred times better. Knowing you and Travis weren’t together felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. You didn’t feel sad about the breakup, you only felt angry at what he said prior. Still it was better to not dwell. You stepped out of your room, listening as Billy spoke on the phone.

“Yeah, an order of Lo Mein and fried rice.” He said in a failed attempt to whisper before hanging up the phone.

“You didn’t have a date did you?” You asked him, baffled. He paused knowing he’d been caught.

“No.” He finally said. “I heard him talking about you this morning, and I’ve known he was bad news for a while.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked.

“Because I know you better than you know yourself, you would’ve continued dating him out of spite that I didn’t like him.” Billy said and you laughed, silently agreeing with him. “Besides, sometimes you have to learn on your own, but I never wanted to let anything get too far.”

“Thank you for looking out for me Billy.” You said giving him one more hug.

“Any time kid.” He said, patting your back before wiggling out of your grasp. “It’s just you and me.”

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billyhargrove-s · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

*=smut

--Billy Hargrove -- the overprotective big brother- in which you are Billy’s biological sister and he doesn’t like boys messing with you.

big brother duties- Billy protects his sister from Neil

future- reader thinks of how great of a father Billy will be one day, even if he doesn't realize it himself

don't get me wrong- song fic based off of don't get me wrong by lewis Capaldi

stars*- a late night drive leads to a night spent under the stars with each other (18+ Minors DNI)

just a conversation- reader has a stutter and classmates make fun of it, Billy doesn't like when people make fun of his girl

kiddie pool- billy and reader spend time with their son at the pool

freshman- brother!billy lets everyone know picking on his little sister is a big no no.

(these next fics are newer ones that I've written recently and arguably much better than the ones above)

night's like these- billy and max's relationship has greatly improved, thanks to karaoke, horror movies and a certain reader helping them mend their relationship.

one too many- billy and reader go to a party, and billy goes against his promise of not getting too drunk. he snaps, but realizes you only have his best interests in mind.

just to ourselves- y/n rules the school and Billy's arrival challenges her authority, months later they realize that they have more in common than they thought except, the rest of Hawkins doesn't.

lifeguard on duty- reader has had trauma from water from a young age. when pushed into the pool by a random kid, Billy is quick to rescue.

--Hargrove Twins--

a pair of trouble- the Hargrove twins arrive in Hawkins, quickly taking the school by storm. disaster ensues when Y/n is drugged at Tina's party and Billy "takes care" of the culprit.

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billyhargrove-s · 2 years

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Hey darling,sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you took my request about billy and the reader have a family.

I did get it! I'm not sure when or if I'll write it because I'm still trying to think of how to write it specifically <3

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billyhargrove-s · 2 years

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Reminder I’m taking requests for Billy :)

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billyhargrove-s · 2 years

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Billy idea: reader can’t swim (either because they never learned, fear of water, trauma, etc) and they get pushed into a pool by some mean classmates and Billy sees that reader isn’t coming back up to the surface and he jumps in to save them.

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billyhargrove-s · 2 years

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Lifeguard on Duty |B.H.|

a/n: sorry it's been a minute, life's been busy!

warnings; mentions of drowning, minor descriptions of drowning/near death (they're not too bad)

relationship: Billy Hargrove x Reader

word count: 1.7k

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Summers in Hawkins were brutal, some days felt like you were in the ninth circle of Hell they were so hot. Reason #1 as to why everyone flocked to Hawkins pool every single day, weather permitting. Reason #2? There was next to nothing to do in the small town of Hawkins. Despite there being a brand new mall for people to spend their time at, season passes for the pool were a lot cheaper to buy for their kids than something new at the mall every day.

Meaning you were stuck babysitting your siblings every day. Watching them safely from the poolside chairs, on land, while they wrestled with one another in the shallow end. They’d learned early on to stop begging you to get in the water with them. Realizing that the accidental dip in the pool you’d taken when you were 7 scarred you for life from getting in. You shivered at the thought, vividly remembering the way water began to fill your lungs and how nobody seemed to notice until the last possible second. The incident kept you from even learning how to swim, and you made it your duty to avoid bodies of water at every cost.

Sweat covered every inch of your skin, and your bright purple one piece was clinging to you because of it. You had your eyes closed as you laid in the sun, and only opened them when you noticed a shadow covering you, two shadows to be exact. Your brother and sister stood over you, blocking the sun.

“Y/n.” Your sister Monica said. “Can you get us some snacks, please?”

“And drinks?” Your brother Elliot added.

“Do you have snacks and drink money?” You asked, knowing they had conned you many times before.

“Yup!” Monica said, popping the ‘p’ and showing a toothless grin. Elliot walked over to the swim bag, pulling out a bunch of crumpled ones, handing them to you.

“Where did you get this?” You asked, looking at the wad of ones in your hand.

“Mom.” Your sister said, shrugging her shoulders.

“Uh-huh.” You said eyeing your siblings suspiciously. Deciding not to question them further you put your sandals on, preparing to walk to the concession stand. Your eyes found a golden chest and your cheeks grew hot. Consciously, you blamed the sun that was beating down on you, subconsciously you knew the reason was because of a certain lifeguard making his way out of the break room.

Billy Hargrove was attractive, and he knew it. The way he sauntered out of the shade of the breakroom into the sun that magnified his looks for everyone watching proved that. Looking at him made your days a little more bearable, he was basically the reason you agreed to watch your siblings every day. Even better, he was heading your way. You’d spoken to him before, in school for a group project. While you weren’t best friends, it seemed like he didn’t dislike you like most people in Hawkins.

“Y/n.” He spoke, his voice like music to your ears. So you’d admit it, you had a crush on Billy. So did the entire town. That was obvious by the amount of heads turning to watch his every move. The wandering eyes were currently burning a hole in your swimsuit.

“Hi Billy.” You said, trying to play it cool.

“How’s the water? You’re looking a little hot, you should probably cool off…” His eyes drifted over your body before falling to the water where children had resumed playing. You shifted on your feet, attempting to keep your cool. Was he complimenting you?

“I’m not a big fan of getting my hair wet.” You said cooly, refusing to tell him the real reason was that your near death experience from a decade ago meant you didn’t touch water deeper than a bathtub. Ever. It was embarrassing and you weren’t about to give the most popular guy in Hawkins that kind of information. “Besides, I like the sun on my skin.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Billy said, gesturing to his own mullet full of curls that were styled to perfection. He eyed you seductively, before looking at the clock on the wall of the main pool house. “I’ll see you around.”

With that he gave you a smirk, what seemed like a wink under his sunglasses that framed his face perfectly, and made his way up the lifeguard stand. You heard him yell at a kid to “stop running or be banned for life” but you were too focused on the short conversation you had with him. Attempting to regain your composure you made your way to the concession stand.

Handing the person working the window your money in exchange for two sodas and bags of chips that were surely to get left out in the sun while your siblings got distracted by bickering with one another in the water. At least you’d have something to munch on. You weren’t aware of Billy’s eyes watching you from the lifeguard stand as you went back to your chair, only you never made it to your chair.

Instead, you felt a force knock into you. Ultimately sending the items in your hands to the ground and you to the pool. There was a child practically sitting on your stomach making you sink. Your fight or flight response never kicked in, instead your mind went straight to when you were seven. Water filling your lungs and the top of the water seemed miles away. After an agonizingly long second, you began to panic fighting to get to the top of the water. Panicking made it worse though, and you were beginning to lose hope until a pair of arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you to the top.

Your breathing was heavy as you broke through the surface. Clutching the shoulders of your savior you took deep breaths, trying to regain your cool once more.

“I got you, you’re okay Y/n.” The calm collected voice belonged to Billy, who was obviously trying to calm you down. “You don’t like getting your hair wet huh?”

A short laugh escaped your lips, and you held onto him a little closer. Extremely aware of how close he was holding you to himself. If he had noticed, he said nothing, only taking you to the edge of the pool where he got you out first before following suit.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice was softer than before and you felt like every single pair of eyes was on you, and you wanted to cry. Billy turned to look around, before blowing his whistle at the watchful eyes sending everyone back to doing whatever it was they were. The kid who was running had already been reprimanded, sitting behind the desk at the front gate and you noticed it to be the same one running before. “Don’t worry about them, just focus on me.”

“I’m not okay.” You whispered. “I’m actually anything but, and the fact that my legs are still dangling in the water makes me feel like I’m going to be dragged in again and not come up.”

“Let’s get you away from the water then,” Billy laughed softly before standing up and grabbing your hand to follow. Your siblings were sitting on your chair, watching as Billy led you inside. “I’ll need to fill out an incident report, but it shouldn’t take too long hopefully, but you’re more than welcome to stay inside with me afterwards.”

“That sounds,” You paused trying to find the right words and settled on “nice.”

“So, you don’t know how to swim?” He asked bluntly.

“Believe it or not, that isn’t the first time I’ve been dragged out of a pool.” You laughed pitifully, and he echoed it. “When I was seven I nearly drowned because I was pushed in by my cousin when nobody was watching. Scared me away from learning.”

“Sounds like a dick.” Billy said, lighting a cigarette as he pulled out a clipboard.

“He was, I don’t talk to him anymore. I think he was arrested or something.” You shrugged, scowling at the thought of your cousin.

“You know, I could help you get over your fear of water.” He said, perking up slightly as he looked over at your form curled up underneath a towel, his lifeguard jacket draped over your shoulders. “I teach kids how to swim all the time.”

“Yeah Billy but I’m a lot older than most of the kids you teach. Do you know how embarrassing it would be to have 4 year olds outshine me?” You asked him, laughing in disbelief at the thought of it

“Think of it more as a private lesson, we go at your pace.” He suggested. “Even if it's just a toe in the wading pool.”

“I appreciate the offer but I don’t know…” You told him. “There’s a lot of fear of water that comes with me, and today didn’t help that, it won’t be an overnight miracle.”

“Baby you doubt my skills.” He said with a chuckle, and the pet name he used sent shivers down your spine.

You thought about it for a moment. Billy, your crush, the guy you’d been ogling everyday of the summer was offering you swim lessons, even after pulling you out of the water like a wet rat. This could be your chance to get to know Billy, and get over your fear of the water.

“Okay…” You said hesitantly. “But you can’t make fun of me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it darling.” He sent a wink and once more you shivered, pulling his jacket closer to your body, and adjusting the towel on your legs. Trying to play it off as being chilly, rather than his words having an affect on you. “Can you stay after we close? We can start then.”

“I have to take my siblings home first, but I can come back.”

“Perfect.” Billy said, flashing a grin and putting his lips close to your ear. “I’ll see you then.”

His breath tickled your skin, and you could’ve sworn his lips placed a kiss on your cheek. You didn’t think about it long though, as you were now making your way back towards your worried siblings. Although, they weren’t worried about the way you almost drowned.

“Is that Billy’s jacket?”

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