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Billy Hargrove x reader

Idle hands are the devils playground

Summary: Billy hating you and you hating billy. But not really, getting close to you after fake dating. Teasing him , having what is stereotypically a 'girls night'plaiting his hair and painting his nails.

Wordcount: 3385

Warning: language, sex references, I don't know what this is came to me at 3am. Showering together with clothes on.

A/n: Still pissed at Max, I thought it was a trick her saying she wanted Billy dead like wtf girl, man, if i was vecna you would've be first you little bitch. SORRY. Also , this is the last imagine before I go away Wednesday till late friday for my birthday! So stay safe and I'll be back soon to write bulltrue p2. :) also uk weather is killing me. NOT MY IMAGES

To say the least you hated Billy, you despised him. Oh, but his feelings for you were similar. Seeing you with Steve every day and those fucking nerds, why would you hang around with them. Why wouldn't you want to be around him? He hated you having a better relationship with Max than he did, even though he didn't try.

Didn't help that he'd see you all the time because you just happened to hangout with Max. He hated how you could brush him off so easily, no one did that to him. After the first few tries of flirting with no interest from you he decided he wouldn't be nice anymore. The whole 'he's mean/teasing you because he likes you.' approach.

If you didn't hate him before you definitely did now. The way he treated the kids, Lucas? For liking his sister? C'mon he was like 12, oh would you rather Max to have no friends? What moves did Lucas have? 'Wanna see my transformers?' Who almost hits kids with their car and beats them up, you know he's like 5,9 but seriously. You were the kids unofficial babysitter alongside Steve, everyone loves a team up, you heard about everything.

And how many times did he beat up Steve up? Gosh darn, keep it in your pants, Steve is very hot doesn't me Billy had to get his attention like that, just bend over.

Like hell you'd accept a date with Billy after all that shit, should've done diy vasectomy when he was done to be honest when he was down, would've saved a lot of girls. Hell, Billy would even agree he just loves getting his pickle tickled. But he hadn't in a while ever since you were constantly plaguing his mind.

So when Billy had came looking for Max again when you were all hanging out at Steve's house because his parents were never home. His anger was out of the roof seeing you not only with Steve but with his step sister too.

"Well, well, look who it is. You wouldn't happen to know where Max is, would you?"

Billy stood in front of you leaning on the wall, his face more angsty than usual, whilst his words were playful his tone was not. No charming smile, instead his jaw was clenched hard.

"Wouldn't you like to know, prettyboy." Smiling at Billy purposely trying to rile up him, standing up straight off the wall, stepping close to you, attempting to intimidate you. He was dangerously close you could feel his breath on you.

"Cut the shit, where is she?" His words harsh yet no louder than a whisper, grinding his teeth as he spoke. His hand placed above your head on the closed door boxing you in.

"What do I get if I tell you?" Smurk creasing up your face once again. His brows crunching together, eyes softing on you for a moment.

"Ugh, what do you want?" Billy couldn't deny his interest.

"Well, I want you to my fake boyfriend." The frown that covered his face previously was replaced with a mischievous grin, that was very interesting to him, sounded like an opportunity.

"And why would I do that?"

"Curiosity. You're going to want it. You won't be able to resist. You're going to want to know what it tastes like." Leaning in close to him, your breath on his face your tongue drifting out your mouth for a moment licking your upper lip, Billy's eyes locked onto your movements. His mouth gaped slightly.

"But, seeing as you're a good man deep deep down I know that you'd never put me in a position that would compromise my honor, you'll do this without trying anything." Your fingers dancing over Billy's chest briefly before tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear. His hand gripping around your waist to stop you.

Truthfully there was not a person that ypu were trying to prove or make jealous by fake dating Billy, you just wanted to know if he was really as assholie as he put on. Or maybe yoyr reasons went deeper, Billy was attractive maybe you just wanted to know what it would be like to be his girlfriend without giving into him. Otherwuse you wouldn't ever get chance at having a very attractive boyfriend, you didn't think highly of yourself.

Almost falling on your ass when the door was pulled open, if it wasn't for Billy latched his hand on your other arm, holding you up until you steaded yourself on your feet.

"Y/n, what's taking so long? I thought you had...been kidnapped." Turning your head to see Steve stood at the door, eyes focusing on Billy as his words slowed down when first sight of him.

"Heya, bigboy. Just asking my girl here if Max is here." Steve's disgusted face turned to Billy to you to Billy to you. Maybe he thought the pet name was just Billy trying to get on your nerves, you both hated eachother too much or it would just lead to sex and that's it not dating yuck.

Billy's hands had long left your arms and now were wrapped your waist pulling you into him your back connected to his chest, his chin rested on your shoulder. It felt weird to have Billy touching you at all, the smell of salt , mint and vanilla surrounded you. Steve just stared eyes wide, eyebrows raised mouth open before calling for Max.

It was so unlike you to go for Billy you had displayed nothing but dislike for the guy and Steve even felt hurt but Billy made it believable. That didn't stop your hate for each didn't stop because that, though it wasn't as severe, the both of you did get to know eachother more in the couple of weeks.

Hell, Billy didn't even get with an girls whilst you were 'dating'. He would hold your hand, or have his arm around your shoulder or touching you someway in public. Openingly admitting you were together, even pecking your cheek. Though, of course both of you had set out ground rules.

Billy wasn't even sure why he had agreed to it, it was stupid, you would tell him why you needed him or did he get anything out of this(other than your lovely company of course).

At first it just included Billy being your personal chauffer to everywhere, him visiting you at family video ( even stealing half your lunch when you were on break sitting on the hood of his car together), taking you to the cinema. Far as you were concerned he was overdoing, you had underestimated him. He was a good boyfriend. He had it all done from the lingering soft touches to the heart eyed smiles. He was a great actor... pfft, sure he was.

Billy had moved out from his dad's house barely a month ago, although the thought of Max being alone with his father frightened him he knew him living close and 'dating' you, if anything was to happen she had someone to go to. His behaviour, though it was already getting better, had improved dramatically since having his own safe space. Finding yourself over his house often, you almost felt like the two of you were friends. The teasing however between the two of you never stopped. Really it wasn't teasing it was hardcore flirting.

Often you'd go there because of Max was or looking for her, deep down knowing that was far from the truth. Billy was either working, working out, smoking orbreleasing a little tnesion. Though, he used to Mr popular other than having girls over he was alone a lot. Hell, Max did feel bad for him after you shined a light on some of his issues and causes. Max felt a little guilty, so she started to come to his place. At first he was resistant to her being over but soon, she could come over without a fuss. Slowly , slowly their relationship was repairing and getting better.

Sat on Billy's couch as you watched him lift weights, Max sat close to you eyes set on the tv.

"Nah, mate you couldn't even do a push up with a bag of flour on your back." You spoke Billy's eyes catching yours, you had been making fun of him the whole afternoon. Placing the weights down, Billy had dropped to the hardwood flooring in planking positok

"Oh yeah? C'mere, Max."

"What?" Max's eyes had shot up to see her shirtless brother on the floor, words panicked as you laughed to yourself.

"On my back, now." shaking her head in resistance. Billy had looked up at her once , his lips in a straight line patience lowering bored with waiting. Sighing Max walked over, you following helping her sit cross legged on her brothers back.

After about twenty push-ups Max had got of Billy's back. "Yeah, we get it." Billy's smirk never left his face he squished down next to you on the couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"Ew, stop Billy you're all sweaty!" Billy simply let out a low chuckle before throwing his legs over you, which was mostly his skin because his shorts were unbelievable short, trapping you.

Max had left shortly after to meet with the boys leaving you stuck with Billy. Shuffling from Billy's grip, though he doesn't budge instead he pushes you down, back against the seat of sofa. His whole body weight against you, his stubble tickling against your neck, breath hot his sweat sticking to you. Trying to pry him off by pushing his shoulders, his eyes looking back into yours.

Smirk piping up on his face for moment before he attacked your sides, his fingers tickling at your bare skin under your shirt. Squirming under him as air escaped your lungs quickly.

"N-no, p-pl-please!" Your words drawn out as you spoke between the short gaps of your laughs. Billy had grabbed under your legs pulling you close to him, right against him, his finger pressed into your thighs. His freckled cheeks slightly at your close contact but that wasn't because of nerves.Now right below him legs raised over his hips, his face inches from yours, breath hot your skin, his eyelashes fluttering at you as gazed down to your soft lips.

"Y-you smell and you've wiped all your sweat on me." Stuttering over your words slightly, breaking Billy's stare.

"Thanks, babe. You love it really." His voice laced with sarcasm, his hair dagging down. Scoffing at his words as you wiggled around trying to get away from him, only for to hold onto your thighs harder, raising an eyebrow at you warningly.

"No, go shower."

"Nah," squinting his eyes his voice high pitched as he answered you, lifting you from the sofa, giving you no choice but to hold onto him and not crack your head open on the floor. Before you could fully understand what was happening water was running and whilst holding Billy had gotten in the shower, soaking all your clothes. Mouth slightly gapped reacting to the cold water from the shower, Billy grinning at you.

"I said you not me!" Billys gripped still tight on you, eyes staring back into yoyrs, you did the only thing you could think of. Leaning forward you licked the side of his face. Eyes widening for moment as he pulled back from you, he had loosened his grip.

"Did you just lick my face?" He asked you rhetorical. His curls stuck to him weighed down by water, droplets travelling down his tanned chest, his long eyelashes clumped by the water.

"No?" You had defended unsure of your answer, taking the opportunity to slip from Billy's grip and out of shower. Water going everywhere, you had grabbed a towel.

"If you wanted a taste you only had ask." He had teased, now cleaning himself still in his shorts, sneaking glances as you stripped down to your underwear and bra quickly wrapping the towel around you.

"Go get something from my room to wear."

That's exactly what you did, now sat back on the sofa in one of Billy's shirts as Billy got dressed. One of your knees pulled up to your chest as you painted your toenails.

"Hey, since I accidentally soaked all your clothes, are you going to stay the- Oh , sweetheart," He began to talk to you from the hall, Interrupting himself when he saw you, your eyes locking up to him, his pupils dilated as he stared biting his lower lip gently. Heat rushing to your cheeks.

"No, Billy I was going to walk home in your t shirt and that's all. Yes, I'm staying, now order food or cook." Sarcasm dripping from your words, Billy letting a 'shesh' turning his head back at you as he walked to the phone, from the corner of his eyes he looked you, small smirk on his face.

Soon he had ordered and was sat next to you again, deciding to watch st elms fire because you had insisted he was coping Rob Lowe.

"C'mon, Billy! Let me paint your nails, guys especially with long hair look so hot with them. Would drop my pants for David bowie wit-"

Truthfully, when you'd ask Billy to do certain things, even if wanted to( which 99 percent of the time he did.) he'd make you beg before agreeing. He loved to hear that. The last sentence particularly interesting to him. It wasn't unknown to him that he had really grown attached to you over the last weeks.

"Okay, fine." With smile giggle of excitement that made Billy's heart swell, you began your work. Applying one coat of black nail polish to his nails was all that was needed, eyeing your handy work. Billy couldn't help but agree that it look good, but then again he always did.

"You gonna drop your pants now, babe?"

"I did, in the bathroom remember? " scoffing at you in fake annoyance. Glancing up to his face his hair still damp, his face soft still his eyes reaching yours questioning the smirk on your lips, his eyebrows crunching together.

''Sit there." Pointing to the ground in front of you, the words coming out your mouth roughly. "And face the tv, go on." You explained further, Billy didn't argue, his plaid pajama pants against the coat hardwood floor.

The back of your knees sitting on his shoulders, legs over, thighs around his next as your hands ran through his hair. Combing through, tugging a little too hardhly on one lock as Billy let out a low groan, mqking you laugh quietly to yourself. Your fingers parting the hair, working through the hair quikcly as you plaited it.

You were glad you hand brought your polaroid, grabbing it from your bag next you on the sofa snapping a picture of Billy's hair and nails from above together. His hands laid flat against his thighs. Surprised that Billy didn't put up a fight against any of this, he was content. What at home he'd be well, shouted at, told that he's sniveling pussy, or a ponce. Now he didn't have to worry about that. He knew he was hot and his dad looked like he got stepped on at birth so...

"All done, pretty boy." Patting the sofa next to you.He laid across the sofa, his head on your bare lap as he brielfy felt his hair as you handed him the picture. Humming in approval. His eyes hooked on you again.

"Why did you want me to be your fake boyfriend?"

He hadn't asked previously but it had been plaguing his thoughts, that quedtion made your stomach twist upside down, gulping harshly at the thpught of answering. You couldn't not answer. Eyes focused on the tv where St elms fire continued play.

"I-i guess, well, uh-uhm I wanted to know what it would feel like, you know dating someone...someone like you- I mean like you could have anyone you want. Hell, I even reckon you've got Steve pinning after you. I just to see what it would be like even if it is fake." Unsure of yourself as you stumbled over your words. Billy sitting up from your lap, his knee touching yours, eyes studing you.

"I hate that you aren't the asshole you let on to be, I hate that I actually like you amd I hate that you're a good boyfriend. Fuck, you know what, I'm sorry." You explained quickly, cheels hot wirh embarrassment before Billy you could speak you had legged it to the bathroom.

Closing thr door behind you, you grabbed your jeans from hanging over the radiator, trying to ring them out further. So, they would be semi wearable, like you couldn't walk home wearing 40 pound jeans. You couldn't stay any longer, admitting your crush on Billy would haut you forever, the way his eyebrows quirked up in surprise. No doubt he was laughing about it, you felt so stupid. Creaking of floor boards could be heard faintly.

The jeans in your hands were pulled from you and dropped into the tub with a thud. Before you could even process it arms wrapped around your waist tightly, head rested on your shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?" His words harsh as he spoke slow to emphasis each word, his hair and stubble tickling your skin, heat radiating off him.

"Home?" Sighing at your attempt to answer surely instead came out like question, like you didn't even know what you were doing. Billy's scent had your knees weak intoxicating you. His lips graxing of your neck slowly before gh9sting up to your cheek, pressing his soft lips to there in a peck, breathe knocked out of your lungs for moment before you could inhale deeply.

"Really? Planning to leave in just my shirt? Running off before I can even talk to you? Kinda rude, y/n."

Only gulping to clear your throat, Billy had turned you around to face him, grin twitching on his face as he chewed his lower lip. His hair still pulled back in the plait from early, his pupils dilated, finger tips gliding across your shoulders, to the exposed skin on the neck line of the shirt.

"You have one thing wrong, I can't have anyone I want, I want you. But I understand that you wouldn't want that, you deserve better than me, y/n. I'm just an asshole with shits for brains." Billy explained whilst gripping your shoulders ashamed at himself, that he wasn't like...well wasn't like someone like Steve. Perfect ( beside his basketball skills, why didn't he take his advice).

And before Billy could say more your lips were on his, his hand cupping your face to kiss back roughly. Pulling a way from his lips, his face inches away from yours, his blue eyes staring at you.

"Maybe I should decide what's best for me."

"Mhm, Think so?" Nodding at Billy, opening his mouth to say more the door was knocked and he rushed off to get it not before sending you a toothy grin. Following behind him , the room smelling like food quickly. The food at taken a long time to get here and frankly you had forgotten about it.

"So, wanna continue to be my girl, we've been acting like we were together anyways, not like it wasn' real?"

Truthfully, neither of you ever hated eachother.

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