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Fourth of July

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female Reader

Genre: Angst (SORRY)

Song: Fourth of July- Sufjan Stevens

Warning: Blood, gore, death, reader doesn’t understand she is dying, choking on blood, Billy sobbing, SEASON 3 SPOILERS, Billy lives AU

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Billy gets possessed by the Mind Flayer and Y/n sacrifices herself so that Billy can continue living.

Word Count:1936

“It’s not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault Max. I promise you, it's not my fault.”

“What’s not your fault Billy?”

“I’ve done things Max, really bad things. I didn’t mean to. HE made me do it.”

“Who made you do it?”

“I don’t know, it's like a shadow. Like a giant shadow. Please, Max.”

“What did he make you do?”

“It’s not my fault, okay? Max, please. Please, believe me, Max, it's not my fault. I tried to stop him, okay? I did. *sniffle* Please believe me, Max. Please believe me.”

“Billy, it’s gonna be okay.”

“Max, please.”

“It’s gonna be okay. We want to help you. We want to help you. You just have to talk to us, okay? You have to talk to us. I believe you, Billy. We’ll figure it out together, okay? I need you to trust me. Please.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Everything went downhill. The kids were scared shitless when the Mind Flayer used Billy to break free of the sauna and chase after them. Y/n had gotten a call from Joyce about what was happening and Y/n raced to the mall. “Billy, please don’t do anything stupid! I beg you.” Y/n whispered as tears filled her eyes. She sped down the road before pulling up to the mall. She didn’t even bother turning her car off as she jumped from the driver's seat and raced into the mall. She spun around looking for the kids, Steve, anybody. She found them but it was something she was not expecting to see.

The monster that stood before he was huge. It swung its massive leg around and knocked into the pillars that held the floor above them up. The sound of cracking and crumbling could be heard and Y/n began running as the part that had been hit, crumbled to the ground. She looked around for something she could use as a weapon of some kind. However, she turned to look and see if it had stopped, only for a piece of the building to hit something just right that it smacked into her temple knocking her down and causing her to hit her head.

Drip. Drip. Y/n opened her eyes and quickly stood where she laid. She spun around as the sound of something dripping on the ground surrounded her. Blood slowly fell down the side of her head as she watched her husband, Steve, Nancy, and the others fending off the monstrous entity in the mall. She ran her fingers through her hair that had been matted with blood and sweat. She knew something was off with her husband when he refused to go to the pool with her that afternoon. She looked around for anything that might give her a clue as to why her husband was acting like this but she couldn’t see or find anything. Now, she was standing in Star-court mall as Eleven and the others fought off a massive looking flesh monster.

“You need to leave Y/n! Its not safe!”

El’s voice sounded so close but Y/n could see her fighting off Billy and trying to keep him at bay. Y/n could feel her throat close off as she tried to adjust to what was happening. She swallowed and found her throat dry and it hurt to swallow. She heard a loud noise and looked up to see Mike and the others throwing fireworks at the creature. She watched as it caught one in its mouth. It exploded causing the creature to back away and scream in pain. Y/n turned when she heard her husband’s cry of pain. “No.” She whispered. El turned her head to see Y/n still standing there. “What are you doing?!” She screamed. Y/n ignored her and darted around the falling ledges as the creature smashed its body against it.

Y/n watched as her husband held Eleven against the ground before everything stopped. “Seven feet.” Y/n froze when she heard Eleven say that. ‘How did she know that? Billy told no one else than me and Max about that day.’ Y/n thought. Billy froze above her. Fireworks exploded above them as the rest of the team continued their assault on the massive Mind Flayer. The roar echoing around the building. Y/n stepped closer to hear what Eleven was saying to Billy. Her heart was not prepared for what that would entail.

“You told her. The wave was 7 feet. You ran to her. On the beach. There were seagulls. She wore a hat with a blue ribbon, a long dress with a blue and red flower, yellow sandals covered in sand. She was pretty. Billy’s eyes closed as his eyes filled with tears. Y/n was far enough away that she couldn’t see him crying but she KNEW he had tears in his eyes. Because she did. “She was really pretty. And you; you were happy.” Y/n watched Eleven place her hand on her husband's face and watched as Billy slowly came out of the possession. “WE’RE OUT!” Y/n could hear the others screaming in panic as they were running low on fireworks to keep the monster at bay.

Y/n felt her heart race as the creature turned towards Billy and Eleven. Its sights were set on Eleven. It was set on killing her. To rip her apart. Billy slowly stood up and watched the creature before putting his arms up to stop the beast from attacking El. Y/n jumped and a scream left her mouth. She watched as the Mind Flayer pierced Billy’s sides with its tentacle-like arms. His arms were held out to the side as he screamed in their creatures face. He looked almost psycho in the light, the black blood staining his teeth. Y/n couldn’t face her life without her husband. She had helped him so much and he had helped her. She felt her heart racing in her chest. She knew what she had to do.

The creature’s mouth opened and what looked like a tongue appeared. Its sharp teeth at the end aimed straight for her husband's chest to kill him. She narrowed her eyes and darted forward. Jumping over fallen pieces of the wall and supports. “Y/n don’t!” Billy turned his head just in time to see Y/n use herself as a shield to block the mind flayer’s attack. “DUSTIN SHUT THE GATE NOW!” Lucas screamed into the walkie talkie. Eleven screamed in pure anguish as Y/n was stabbed by the Mind Flayer, however, she held her ground and stared the creature down before it pulled its weapon from her.

“The evil it spread like a

fever ahead

It was night when you died,

my firefly”

Y/n collapsed to the ground and once Billy was released, he crawled to her. “W-why would do that?!” He screamed, well, tried to scream. Y/n looked up at him and gave him a shaky smile. Y/n opened her mouth to speak but blood spilled from her lips as she coughed. Billy held her close to his chest as he cried. “Why did you do that?!” He sobbed loudly. Steve and the others continued to distract the Mind Flayer before it lost balance and fell to the ground; it was dead.

The dust cloud swirled around everyone. Billy was still looking down at his wife begging her with his eyes. He sniffled and tried to keep his tears at bay but he couldn’t. Not when his wife was laying in his arms dying. “I’m n-not dying, B-Billy.” You stuttered as your body started shutting down. She tried to sit up only to scream in pain. Billy wrapped his arms around her and finally, the walls he had put up, came crashing to the ground as he let a loud sob leave his lips. His tears ran down his face like a waterfall. They fell onto her face as he begged and begged her to stay with him.

Y/n’s hand reached up to Billy's face and pressed against his face. He pressed a hand to hers and held it tightly. “Please don’t leave me. You and Max are all I have left.” Billy whimpered, pressing kisses to the palm of her hand. His tears were mixed with blood, dust, and the black blood from the Mind Flayer. “You will still see me.” She whispered. Billy felt his whole world shattering before his eyes. He tried his best to keep her eyes open, but it wasn’t long before her eyes fell shut and she took her last breath. Billy held her body against his chest as he sobbed loudly. “WHY!!!” He screamed as Joyce, Dustin and Erica ran into the building. “Y/n?” Dustin whispered as he saw his sister dead in Billy’s arms.

“Did you get enough love, my little dove?

Why do you cry?”

And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best

Though it never felt right

My little Versailles”

Billy would never be the same after that night. He had lost his entire world in one night. He held her body as it grew colder and colder. The sound of sirens could be heard and Billy just screamed. Begged whatever god was out there to bring Y/n back. Max ran to her brother and dropped to her knees. She had just lost her sister in law and tears were pouring from her eyes. “This is all my fault. She’s dead because of me.” Billy whimpered out and he buried his face in Y/n’s shoulder. Max looked up at her brother helplessly before pulling both him and Y/n’s body to hers. “It’s not your fault Billy. If anything, it's the Mind Flayers' fault.” She tried in hopes that it would help Billy a little bit. It didn’t. Billy shook his head and sobbed. “Why was she the one to be taken Max. It should have been me. Not her.” He cried into Y/n’s hair and he held tightly to her dead body.

“Life won’t be the same with her gone now.” Billy felt his bottom lip wobble as the paramedic lifted her body from his arms and carried her corpse to the ambulance. Max ran to her brother and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him from behind. Billy placed his hands on her arms and cried. “I’m gonna miss her, Billy.” Max whispered so softly that Billy almost missed what she said. A single tear rolled down his face as he turned to face his little sister. He lifted his hands to her face to check for any wound that needed treatment before pulling her into a tight hug. “I’m gonna miss her too, kid.” Billy whispered. The two siblings just sat there, trying to come to terms that the person they both loved was gone. “I’m gonna miss you Y/n.” Billy whispered softly.

A soft breeze blew through and ruffled both his and Max’s hair. They both looked up to see a figure standing a little bit away from the mall. Billy kept his eyes on the figure before it disappeared in a wisp of air. He could feel a light feeling move through his chest before he turned to Max. She looked at him and Billy knew she felt the same thing. As Billy was being checked and bandaged up, a voice could be heard, but it was only Billy and Max that heard the voice.

“And I’m sorry I left, But it was for the best.”

#Billy Hargrove #angst #Female reader #Reader dies #Max Mayfield #Season 3 spoilers #Billy Lives au #Billy redemption #Billy is a good big brother #Billy comforts Max

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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healing

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 5,445

warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of past trauma (starcourt), slight sexual innuendos??

a/n: hi! remember when i made you do a poll for my 1k celebration? and one bed with billy won? well this is that fic! i'm sorry it took so long to get here, but school was kicking the ever loving shit out of me. anyways, i really hope you like it. it's a little different than other fics i've written, but i think that's a good thing. just for context, this is post the end of season three, with billy and hopper being okay and jopper being in full swing. i think that's all i wanted to say. thanks again for 1k followers. that's still so wild to me. i love you. and billy loves you too <333

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November 1985

“No.”

“What do you mean no? You just fought an interdimensional being, don’t you want a vacation?”

Lucas wipes both hands down his face, flopping down on the arm of the couch beside where Max sits with El between her knees, tying off one of the two braids she’s trying to make.

“Max, can you help me? Please?” Lucas has been arguing about this for fifteen minutes.

She rolls her eyes, but looks up from her work nonetheless. “Billy.”

The man in question crosses his arms, locking eyes with the redhead. “Maxine.”

Max finishes Eleven’s braid and she hops up to join Will where he’s working on a puzzle. Joyce brought it home from work a few days ago, and it’s been spread out on a card table in the corner of the living room since then. Will couldn’t watch The Golden Girls with Joyce from the kitchen table.

“Just come with us, Billy. We all know you hate it here. It’ll give you a chance to get away for a little while.”

Except that’s not totally the truth. He doesn’t hate it here. Not with you around.

“There’s a pool.” Will looks up, a little shyly, from the puzzle, fingers flipping around a single piece. “At the place Robin found.”

Billy nods, and it’s enough to make Will smile at the acknowledgment.

It’d been Steve’s idea, after everything that happened in July. He thought everyone going on a trip together might be a good idea. Go a little ways out from home, calm down.

You and Billy started going to school, though Billy is still working. He found a job at a record store across the street from Melvald’s that opened after the mall went to shit. It definitely wasn’t his first choice, but it works. And he’s slowly fixing up the Camaro.

Steve had offered to pay for the repairs in full, considering he did most of the damage when he rammed the side of it, but Billy couldn’t handle that. So far Max has only convinced him to let Steve cover the really expensive parts. It hurts Billy more than he’d care to admit—having Steve Harrington give him money.

But he can’t lie, going somewhere away from Hawkins, even just for a couple days, sounds really nice. It’s the group part that’s bothering him. He’s still not used to everyone wanting him to tag along, but apparently major trauma brings people together.

There’s the slamming of car doors, and footsteps running up the driveway before the door swings open, Robin bursting in with a stack of movies in her arms. She’s followed by Dustin and then Steve, bags and keys being tossed every which way.

Billy doesn’t see you for a moment and starts to worry maybe you aren’t coming. He’s already supplying excuses for having to go home, but Steve left the door ajar, and after a moment, there you are.

You look sleepy, footsteps the quietest of everyone else as you carefully push the Byers’ door shut behind you. He watches as you accept a hug from Eleven, overhears her ask, “how did your test go?”

He’s happy to hear you tell her it went well. It’s only after you’ve looked at her and Will’s puzzle and snapped a few more corner pieces in that you make a beeline for the open spot on the couch beside Billy.

When you’ve settled, your knee bumps against his. “Hey.”

He looks at you, a little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His arms are still crossed, thumb playing with the pendant resting on his chest. A chest surprisingly covered by a sweater, though the sleeves are pushed up.

“Hey. Glad your test is over?”

That sound of his voice makes you smile, and he’s never been so grateful for something, even if it’s just an expression. “Yeah.”

You glance down at the new tattoo on his arm, a dark colored snake wrapping around the skin covering his elbow. You run your thumb across the tail that flicks across his forearm, and Billy relaxes into your touch.

“You have work today?”

Billy shakes his head. You’re glad he had the day off. And you’d tell him so if it weren’t for the sudden bombardment.

Lucas is suddenly standing in front of you, having returned from the kitchen where you think he and Dustin may have been cleaning out Joyce’s fridge.

“Holy shit, thank god you’re here. I need you to convince Billy to go on vacation.”

You glance at Max, assuming she’s already tried. She looks rather annoyed. “Lucas, would you sit down?”

The boy looks at Max, and she glares at him. Clearly he knows better and sits down next to her.

“Billy doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do,” you finally say.

The man in question turns to face you. You have to lean your head back some because of how close he is.

“Are you going?” he asks, voice quiet and thick with something you don’t know that you’re supposed to notice.

“Y-yeah. I was gonna. Robin only went on about it to me for an hour over the phone last night. I just think it might be nice to get away for a little while.” Billy doesn’t break eye contact with you, and while it makes you a little nervous, it tells you he’s listening.

“And I can watch Max for you if you really don’t want to go. Just make sure she doesn’t kill Lucas or anything.” Max snorts at your response, though Lucas looks at her in panic, already calculating how best to prevent that sort of situation.

Your gaze softens and you fight the urge to reach out and run your thumb across Billy’s cheek.

Please come with us. I want you to go. I want you there, you think. But it’s not what you say. You don’t know how badly he needs to hear it.

“You really don’t have to go, Billy. Not if you don’t want to.”

“But there is enough space, man.” Steve stands behind the couch, handing El a scrunchie he retrieved from her bag. His voice is calm, informative. “If you decide to go. There’s plenty of room, and we’d be happy if you did.”

Billy could make some smartass remark. But he won’t. He knows that Steve is being honest, and that he’s not trying to be a dick. It seems that witnessing the guy who beat the shit out of you almost die not even a year after he moved to town really brings you together.

Billy gives an acknowledging nod. “I’d be very happy if you did,” Eleven says. She loves having Jonathan as an older brother, really she does, but Billy lets her play with his hair. And in her books, that really ups the scale.

He smiles at her, and El considers that a win.

You notice him shift next to you, and then he’s leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “Come with me?” He cocks his head in the direction of the door.

He gets up, assuming you’ll follow him. You always do.

When you’ve shut the door, you move to the porch swing. It’s your favorite spot out here, and Joyce says it makes her happy to see someone use it. She used to sit there with Will in the mornings after Jonathan left for school and read to him. She did the same with Jonathan, but he was a much more fidgety kid, wanting to find something else to do.

Billy lights a cigarette, and you watch where he fidgets with the ring on his middle finger.

He’s standing a little ways away from you so as to not breathe the smoke directly in your vicinity, but you wish so badly that he was closer. You like having him close. The weight of his body next to you, the warmth, how solid his arm feels when it’s pressed to yours or when he slides down on the couch some and it's more so pressed to your side.

“Which part of it are you worried about?” you ask him.

He shrugs. “You really think they want me there? You think Max wants me around?” “Billy, I know she does. And I know that voice in your head is telling you that it’s a pity invite, but it’s not. And, besides…” you trail off, but he’s not having that. He needs you to reassure him.

“Besides what?”

You look up at him. “I want you to go. And yeah, I’ll be sad if you don’t go, but that shouldn’t sway your decision either.” You push your feet against the concrete porch a little harder, and the swing responds to the movement. You move quicker, now feeling very pleased with yourself.

Billy almost laughs at the child-like look on your face, but you look so at home on the swing that he holds it in. A grin escapes nonetheless.

“Say that again.” He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray either Hopper or Joyce have left outside. He’s watching you again.

“What?” He’s not gonna let you go all shy on him now. He needed to hear that. He needs to hear it.

“You know what.”

“I want you to go.”

“Then it’s settled. Need to get out of this shithole anyways.”

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The place Steve found is about two hours from Hawkins, with three bedrooms, a shockingly luxurious pull-out couch, and bigger common areas than you’ve ever laid eyes on. Excluding the ones in Steve’s house. In short, the rental is like Hopper’s cabin, if Hopper’s cabin were updated and substantially larger. It feels like the kind of place rich people have to take weekend trips. You’d rather not find out how much Steve is paying for the lot of you to stay there.

Robin takes you on a grand tour while everyone else explores the backyard. Dustin is already determined to climb a tree. One of the rooms has two sets of bunk beds, dedicated to the four boys. “To ensure no cootie-spreading,” Robin proclaims.

She and Steve will share the couch, with Max and Eleven in the smaller bedroom.

Robin stops at the end of the hallway. “Which leaves…”

You and Billy.

You and Billy Hargrove.

Sharing a room.

Sharing a bed.

Speaking of, the man in question brushes past you, setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Robin takes that as her queue to leave and gives you a thumbs up on the way out. You hope she can feel your death stare on the back of her head, and she knows it, being quick to run down the hall.

“So we’re roomies, huh?” Billy says, gathering his hair at the base of his neck. You hadn’t even realized he had a tie on him, and it takes him finishing off a lazy bun to realize it’s a blue scrunchie. You have to bite your lip to keep from saying anything.

“I can sleep with Max and El, if you want. Or–”

That crease between Billy’s brows forms. “Why would you do that?”

You’ve gone all warm. You’d have to sleep in bed with him. And you sit next to him all the time, but this is different. Isn’t it?

Maybe it’s not so weird. You’re just friends. It’s like a sleepover, right?

“I don’t know, you might not want to sleep together or something.”

He cocks a brow, but you catch the double meaning of your words just in time. “You know what I mean, Billy.”

He sits on the end of the bed, and reaches out for you. You move towards him slowly, but the moment you’re within his grasp, Billy spreads his legs and grabs your waist, slotting your body between them.

“You can go if you really want to. If you think I’ve got cooties or somethin’ and you don’t wanna share a bed with me.”

You snort, and Billy drinks in the sound, knowing he’s the one that made you laugh.

“I don’t think you’ve got cooties.”

You realize in that moment that his hands haven’t left their spot on your waist, never straying anywhere else. The weight of them on you is enough to keep you focused on him, and he seems to acknowledge that.

“Then what is it?” he asks, in that low drawl you fear could get out any answer he wanted from you.

You hesitate, but say it anyway. “You don’t think it’ll be weird? Sleeping in the same bed?”

Billy fights the urge to rest his forehead against your stomach. He wants to tell you he’s wished you were in his bed on more than one occasion. Sometimes he just wishes you were there so it wouldn’t feel so cold, so he’d have someone to pull him out of his thoughts before they eat him alive altogether.

“No, I don’t think it’ll be weird.”

You nod your head, and try to move back from him.

Billy whines. “Uh uh. Nope.”

You go to put your hands on your hips, and they graze Billy’s on the way. He grabs hold of them. “You don’t want to have a sleepover with me?”

Billy’s looking up at you with those watery blue eyes, and you know this is a battle you’ll never win.

“Really?”

He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your eyes fall to his neck when he tosses his head back.

“Yeah, baby.”

Baby.

It feels like every cell in your body has been sent into overdrive, like you can’t compute a single coherent thought. All because Billy called you “baby”.

And if he’s being honest with himself, he feels the same way. He hadn’t meant to say it. It’s just that he calls you “baby” in his head all the time, and it just…happened.

“I’d love to have a sleepover with you, Hargrove.”

“Mhm. Thought so.”

This time he lets the laugh out, and it’s a beautiful sound. The kind of sound you’d commit unspeakable acts to hear again. And this time, he does let his forehead drop to rest on your stomach. It surprises you, but you’re not mad about it.

“Oh, fuck off,” you say, and you can feel his chuckle against your skin.

When he quits, you find yourself just standing there, find your hands moving around his back. He’s always so warm. You rub your hands up and down his back, the denim of his jacket rough on your fingertips.

You feel him shift, feel his change in position, the hard press of his chin against you. Billy is looking up at you, and you know he’s hoping you’ll return his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you hate to think of what you must look like from this angle. Clearly he doesn’t mind.

You push a curl behind his ear, a shockingly perfect ringlet that’s too short to be contained like the rest of them.

Billy would be taken aback by the gesture if it weren’t for the fact that you always go this easy on him. Like you know he’s healing, in more ways than one.

“We can’t stay here forever, you know. I wanna go look around.”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I’m sure it’s riveting.” He lets you go anyway, following you down the hall to the rest of the cabin.

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Your back rests on the base of an oversized chair, one that’s surprisingly comfy, your body in between Robin’s legs. She’s sitting next to Steve, watching you moderate El, Lucas, and Will play Twister. Dustin’s already out.

“Right hand blue.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Sinclair, have you never played this game before?”

Lucas scoffs, trying to reach the blue on the other side of the mat without toppling into Will. Max went with Billy to the store, but they should be back soon. You have a sick feeling they’re taking advantage of having been given Steve’s debit card.

“Yes, I’ve played the game before. If you’re so good, why don��t you get down here and show us how it’s done, Harrington?”

“Yeah, Harrington, why don’t you show us how flexible you are?” Billy’s voice makes you look up from where you’ve been mindlessly twisting the spinner on the board around with the tip of your finger.

He stands just inside the living room, holding the door open with his leg. He kicks it shut once Max has made it in. She heaves the paper bags she’d been holding up and onto the counter. Steve rises to help unpack them. You follow on instinct, handing the spinner to Robin instead, and Dustin is quick to take Steve’s spot before Mike can.

Billy won’t let you take anything from him, but he will let you help figure out what the hell to do with all of it. “Do I even want to know how much you both spent?” you ask.

He gives you that fucking smile, and you know you don’t. “Max said she wanted to have a spa night–whatever that means–with El, so we sort of split up. I’m sure Steve’ll live.”

“For your information, Lucas,” Steve continues, clearly not ready to let the quips towards his limberness go, “I was the captain of the swim team.”

“What’s that got to do with being flexible, dingus?” Robin directs the two remaining players, the young boy in question having just busted his ass.

“Swimming is an art form, Rob. You gotta learn to respect it.”

You choke on a laugh, and Billy is quick to rub your back while he chuckles into your shoulder.

“Something funny over there?” Steve questions.

You straighten, trying to wipe the smile from your face though it’s to no avail. “Nope, Steven. I’m sure you’re just incredibly stretchy. Like Mr. Fantastic.”

His brow furrows. “Mr. Fantastic?”

Dustin snorts, elbow deep in a bag of chips, and you quickly realize that you probably shouldn’t have given him an opening, but you don’t exactly regret it either.

The lot of you spend the rest of the night in this fashion, playing games, eating way too much food, taking turns smacking the top of the television so your movie will keep playing.

It feels like home. It feels safe. You wish it always felt this way.

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You’d just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the bedroom door click shut, hear footsteps you can tell are in search of you.

You peek your head out of the bathroom and Billy grins at the sight of you in pajamas, a smear of moisturizer on your forehead you’ve yet to rub in.

He squeezes in the small room, about the same size as his at home, to join you. There’s something about this moment, the domesticity of it, that makes your heart swell. It feels like something you could get used to, getting ready for bed with him. Neither of you have to say anything, you just do your own thing, but having him be there, having his presence–it’s more than enough for you.

When you climb into bed, you try and read for a while, the sounds of Billy washing his face comforting you. You find it easy to read even when he does get in with you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight, the sheets rustling as he moves around experimentally, trying to get comfortable in a bed that isn’t his own.

You feel odd though, reading when he’s right there, so it isn’t long before you close the book and slide further into the covers with him. Billy’s quick to turn on his side, wanting to see you like this.

He watches you yank the blankets up to your chin, looking at him over a blur of fluffy white comforter. “It’s fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” you tell him.

“C’mere then.”

You burrow further into your pillow, fearing you know exactly what he’s going to suggest. “Huh?”

“You’re cold. You always whine about me being warm or somethin’ and I’m telling you to come here.”

“Billy.”

“Stop.” He lifts the covers up some, untucking you from them, and he wraps his arm around your back, tugging you into his side.

Suddenly you’re pressed against him, having slid across the sheets easier than you’d have imagined.

He’s let go of you, his arm hovering over your back. “You want me to hold you or no?”

“Yeah.”

Billy lets his arm drop against your side, his fingers splaying out over your back. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, hoping it’ll warm you up. “This okay?”

“Yes.”

He nods. You’re looking at him like he’s something special.

Billy realizes, in that moment, that that’s how you’ve always looked at him. Even before.

He also realizes that your hands are tucked under your chin and your legs are curled up and into you like you’re afraid of making any contact with him.

“You can loosen up, you know. It’s just me.”

You let out a breath of a laugh, and he can feel it against the skin of his neck.

“It’s okay, I promise. You can touch me.” Billy has this feeling that you’re afraid of hurting him. He’s sure you’ve noticed that he’s wearing a shirt to bed, something he never did before. And he thinks that you’re worried he’ll break.

“You’re sure?”

“Wouldn’t have said so otherwise.”

He watches you unfold your hands and stretch your arm over him, hooking it around his hip. You want to rub up and down his side, but you’re nervous.

It’s just me.

“Do they hurt at all?”

Your thumb skates up a little further, and you don’t have to tell him what you mean.

“Not all the time,” he says, voice low and thick with drowsiness. “At first, yeah, like hell. Now it’s just sometimes. They can feel a little tight, or just bug me. Depends, I guess.”

You nod, feeling brave enough now to slide your hand up a little further. Your touch is light, barely there. You close your eyes, trying not to think about when it happened. How he’d screamed.

He can tell when you’ve calmed down some, because your arm relaxes and you hug him a little more firmly. You scoot in a little closer, close enough that your noses would touch if you tried to make them.

“Goodnight, Billy.”

He makes the move, dragging the tip of his nose across your forehead. He kisses the top of your head, and you grin so wide you feel like a kid in a candy shop.

“Goodnight, baby.”

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When you wake up, you almost don’t want to disturb him, but you know you should get out of bed.

Billy is sprawled out on his stomach, having separated from you at some point during the night. His tank top is rucked up from the tossing and turning of sleep, and you look away when you catch a glimpse of pink skin. It doesn’t feel like your place to look.

You wander out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You make it down the hall, and find that Robin seems to be the only other one awake. You should’ve guessed. She told you once before that her body doesn’t seem to let her sleep in.

Steve is still passed out on the pull-out couch, completely covered by the blankets. The only sign of him is a tuft of messy hair against the light colored pillow case his head rests on.

Robin waves at you from her perch at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her. “Want some?” she whispers, pushing the box in your direction.

You fill up your own bowl, having a feeling that Robin is about to ramble.

“Sleep okay?” she asks.

“Mhm. You?”

“Fine. Though, y’know, Steve is a horrific bed hog. Seriously, he was half on top of me the whole night. I might have to bunk with Max and El.”

You laugh, and Robin takes that as her queue to ask what she’s been pondering since she woke up.

“Was it okay? Sleeping with Billy? Well, not like that. Well, I’m assuming not like that, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I just meant like actually sleeping? Please stop me.”

You grin at her. “Please breathe, Rob.” She does, over exaggerating her inhales. “And it was fine.”

“Okay, good. I was kind of worried you’d be frustrated with my matchmaking tendencies. I just really want you two to be happy. And he seems so calm when he’s with you, and I realize I’ve just told you that I’ve been pushing you two together and I–”

You wipe milk from your chin, having almost spit out your cereal. “Robin, sweetheart, it’s okay, I promise. I know about your matchmaking tendencies. But I think we’re just friends, right?”

“Just friends, my ass.” You hadn’t even seen Steve get up, but he’s reaching for the fridge and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. He really can’t say anything about Dustin’s eating habits when he has the exact same diet.

“Oh my god.”

“Listen, I’m just saying, there’s been something going on between you two since before the world went to shit. I don’t know why you two tiptoe around each other like it’s not obvious that you’re in love.”

“Steve!” you exclaim. “Seriously, what the hell? I’ve been up for like twenty minutes and you two are schooling me on my love life?”

“Or lack thereof,” Robin says.

“Okay, damn. You know what, I’m going back to bed.”

Steve pushes your bowl back towards you when you attempt to get up. “No, you’re not. I’m just saying, there’s no sense in avoiding this. You both clearly feel a lot for each other, and I don’t see any reason to avoid it when you could be together.”

He’s being vulnerable with you, his big brown eyes boring into yours and trying to convey how serious he’s being.

“Just think about it, okay? There’s no harm in talking about how you feel with him. And don’t say that you don’t feel anything, because that’s a goddamn lie.”

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Billy’s had his swim trunks on all day, but he hasn’t done more than sit in the shade by the pool while everyone else makes a mess and plays ridiculous games in the water.

It’s killing him to watch you in there from time to time, swimming around or sitting in the shallow end. You told him once that swimming calms you down.

It’s not until after dinner, when everyone has moved inside for the most part, though there seems to be the plotting of a water balloon fight out front, that he’s brave enough to head for the pool.

You follow him out there, see him contemplating the water.

“Whatcha doin’?”

Billy drops the cigarette he’d been smoking, snubbing it out. “Thought about going for a swim,” he tells you.

“That sounds nice.”

“Mhm.”

“I can go back inside, if you want.”

Billy turns to face you. “No. No, I want you to stay.” He wants you to see. He can’t explain why, but he does.

“Okay.”

He takes a shaky breath, hoping you don’t catch it. You do. You always do.

“I just…wasn’t ready for everyone to see.”

“I understand, Billy.”

You know what he’s really saying. He wasn’t ready for everyone to see. But he’s ready for you to see.

“I can get in first, if that helps. And I won’t look if you don’t want me to,” you say.

“That helps, yeah. And you can look. It’s okay.”

He watches you wade in, watches the way your swimsuit changes color as you tread water.

Billy takes another deep breath, and he’s pulling his shirt off. He’s quick though, diving straight into the deep end, knowing he needs to get it over with.

When he comes up, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and he flips it out of the way, giving you a glimpse of the broad pink scar on his chest.

He meets you halfway, and you think he’s in a serious mood until he’s splashing you like a child.

“You motherfucker!”

You get him back, and he’s laughing.

Billy is laughing and he looks so pretty in the last of the day’s sunlight, beads of water sliding over his collarbones and down his arms, and you feel like you could die. Like seeing him this way is enough. You don’t need anything else.

You try to return a particularly aggressive splash, but he catches your waist, pulling you up and over his shoulder.

“Billy!”

“What?” His voice is teasing. He tosses the rest of the way over, your laughter fading out into the water.

You come up, a brilliant smile on his face. Billy’s sure if you stood close enough you’d be able to hear his heart beating.

When you’ve both gone quiet, your eyes drop to the scars on his sides, the way they stretch across his skin, mean and twisting. Some spots are darker than others, and while it hurts you to look at them, you know it must hurt him even more. But he looks just as beautiful as before, if not increasingly so.

“See something you like?” Billy says it on instinct. To hide the fact that he’s worried you don’t really like it. That maybe you think he’s gross looking. But he knows that’s all in his head. He fucking knows it.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.”

You say it with such surety, such admiration, that he can’t even begin to doubt that you mean it.

He smiles at you. It’s boyish. You’d do anything to see a million more of them.

He moves towards you, the sky having darkened enough that the outside lights have come on, the lights in the pool too. All that remains of the sun is a slash of deep orange, though the night quickly pushes it away.

Billy’s got you backed up against the wall of the pool now. His hands find your sides.

It’s overwhelming, having him this close. You can feel his breath on your face, see the rise and fall of his chest, the freckles on his cheeks.

When he kisses you, you think your heart stops. His mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes a little like chlorine, but you don’t care. Your hands find his face, and you’re smiling so hard that he pulls away because he wants to see. You don’t let him for long though, pulling him back, wanting more. He laughs into your mouth, and your chest aches with this feeling.

Eventually you do let go, and when you hold his eye contact, he knows what you’re going to say. He needs to tell you first, though.

“I’m in love with you, you know.”

“I know,” you respond.

He tosses his head back in a laugh, and you press a sweet kiss to his throat.

“I’m in love with you too, Billy.”

“Damn right you are.”

You snort against his chest, lowering slightly to kiss his scar. His breath catches. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.

“About fucking time!” Steve’s shouting and Robin is yelling, and Max would be making barf sounds if she wasn’t so pleased with seeing her brother so happy.

“So much for that,” Billy says.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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“I’m regretting this, Billy.”

“Stop whining.”

Billy wraps his arms tighter around your back, pressing a kiss to your jaw in hopes that you’ll let him keep doing this.

“Get off.”

“No.”

“Get off, please.”

“Make me.”

There’s the sound of a slap, your hand having met his ass.

He raises his head from where he’d buried it in your chest, looking at you drowsily. “You just spanked me.”

And you’d do it again.

“Didn’t work, did it?”

“No. Shut up and take it.”

By that he means continue letting him lay on top of you, his entire body pressed to yours. It doesn’t matter to him that there’s an entire bed, one that’s made for two people.

You settle for playing with his hair, something he seems to enjoy, and you’d mess with him about the fact that he’s essentially purring if it weren’t for him looking so content.

He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isn’t exactly something you just give up.

He’s never had this before.

Hell, you’ve never had this before.

And he thinks it’s healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro.

You’re healing him. You.

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Lucas On The Line // “For instance, the clothes she's been wearing lately have been... unusual. Old and oversize, and not in a good way. They remind me of Will's clothes, how he was always wearing something of Jonathan's, or even Mrs. Byers's.”

#billy hargrove #max mayfield #max wearing billy’s clothes #the same way will does with his brother #with his MOM #i wanna die actually #‘or even mrs byers’s’#nothing but pain #+ words #billy being forced into not only the big brother role but also the parental role #something about max seeing him as a parental figure #their relationship is so complicated and people who hate billy aren’t allowed to speak on it because they simply do not get it #it’s more complicated than just hating or loving one another #something about max finding comfort in billy even though he tried to distance himself emotionally for neil related reasons #i hate it here i hate it here #that sweater and that shirt were most definitely billy’s like there’s no other explanation #max keeping his brown leather jacket in her closet and not wearing it because it still smells like him and she doesn’t want that to go #max realising his cologne is starting to wear off the clothes she is wearing but not wanting to use up his cologne #to make them smell like him again so she just has to have a moment about it #:(

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suspiciouslackofclowns · 1 year

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It’s awkward at first. Like watching your parents kiss and having to look away to shield yourself from the secondhand embarrassment.

But now Max is… used to it. Appreciative of it, even.

For a while, she was seriously starting to doubt the existence of love. She figured that, if anything, the best she could hope for is to be able to tolerate someone enough to spend the rest of her life with them. To hope that she finds someone who doesn’t take pleasure in screaming at her or raising their fists.

Because all this talk of love and romance and whatever else is fantasy, clearly.

At least, that’s what she thought.

“You gonna pick something or just stare at the tapes forever?” Billy huffs.

He strolls past the couch, playfully nudging her arm and earning an eye roll. It’s Thursday night, which means that Steve has brought home an abundant selection of movies before they all get snatched up for the weekend at the video store. It also means that Lucas is curled up on the sofa next to her.

Movie nights used to be tense. Billy and Steve wouldn’t sit too close, and their presence, again, felt like that of parents. Like Max and Lucas shouldn’t sit too close either for fear of being scolded.

But, several weeks and a bestowed pack of condoms from Billy later, things are easier.

The blond, rather than finding a seat on the entire open half of the couch, heads straight for the recliner that Steve is already sitting in. Without even looking, Steve spreads his legs and opens his arms.

The beat up old La-Z-Boy gives an eerie creak under their shared weight when Billy eases into his lap.

At one point, Max would have felt awkward for bearing witness to it. Would have avoided looking at that side of the room for the whole evening or even turned in early for the night. But she watches, instead, how Steve’s arms lace around Billy’s waist and pull him closer. How Billy relaxes instantly and smiles when a kiss is pressed to his shoulder, to his neck, and then to his cheek.

It’s nice, she thinks.

Someone is finally being gentle with her brother, and she couldn’t have picked anyone better suited for the job.

#harringrove #and some side lumax #billy and max #I’m partial to the idea that max looks up to their relationship #like she sees that they really do love each other despite everything they’ve been through #and it gives her hope about her future #bc lets be real #she probs sees a lot of billy in herself and has felt unlovable like he does #so seeing him be flat out adored and cared for probably brings her comfort #also bc she wants nice things for him #my writing #rambles #ficlet #not posting this on ao3 bc it’s short and I’m tired

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simpforfandoms · 2 years

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can you please write a one shot based on your head canon that we walked in on billy getting yelled at by his dad

Of course! Hope you enjoy this! Also I made the reader a Wheeler, it fit for the story.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, swearing

Word Count: 1.2K

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt & Comfort

Summary: Request

part 2

Disclaimer: As a victim of parental abuse, I am not romanticizing abuse. If you are experiencing any type of abuse, you may be triggered by this. If you or someone you know is experiencing abuse please get help! You are not alone. My DMS is always open.

National Domestic Violence Hotline: 800-799-7233

National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-4673

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You had been dating Billy for 2 months. You met him at one of your sister's parties. Of course, you've heard of him before. Who hasn't? He was the king of the school. He probably slept with every girl within a 10-mile radius. Your sister had warned you about him. But then again you didn’t trust her judgment. She dated Steve Harrington for crying out loud! Anyways, Billy came up to you. He tried to convince you to sleep with him upstairs. Instead, you took him upstairs to play on your new Nintendo gaming system. You two just hit it off from there.

You didn't really know anything about his personal life. You knew he moved to Hawkins from California. You knew he had a stepsister, Max. Other than the basics, you knew nothing about him. After school, you would hang out with him. He would pick you and his step-sister up. Then he would go to his house, walk Max in, come back to his camero and take you to some place. Billy always told you to stay in his car when he took Max inside. You didn't really know why. You just assumed that his dad and step-mom didn't know about you or he was embarrassed by you. Whatever. You were fine. Until one day he took longer than usual to get back to the car

...

It was a normal day. You walked over to Billy's car with him and waited for Max to get into the car. But she was nowhere to be found.

"Where the fuck is she, We're gonna be late!"

"Calm down she's just over there talking to that guy."

You point to where she is. Billy starts the car and drives over to where she is. Max seems to be telling the guy to 'fuck off'. When she notices Billy's car, she walks away from the guy and gets in the car.

"Who was that?" Billy asks her frustrated.

"No one"

"Was he causing you trouble"

"No"

"Stay away from him"

"Shut up, you can't control who I hang around. I don't ask you who this chick is. You haven't even introduced me to her!" Max exclaims.

You suppose she's right. You haven't introduced yourself to her. You've been riding home with her for the past 8 weeks and she doesn't even know your name! You turn to introduce yourself, but before you could Billy yells back at her.

"Shut the fuck up dipshit. I don't have to tell you shit. Be lucky I even give you a ride home, I could make you walk home!"

The rest of the car ride was filled with awkward silence. When Billy turned onto their street, you decided to talk.

"Hi, I'm y/n, nice to meet you" You turn to Max

"I know" Max replies

"Don't be fucking rude"

With that Billy parks. Max storms out of the car, grabs her skateboard and takes off.

"Don't slam my door!" Billy says as he goes inside the house.

Well, that was eventful. You can't believe that happened. You've never seen Billy so mad. He's always been kind to you. You checked the time.

4:45

That's odd. It's been 15 minutes. It usually doesn't take more than 5 minutes for Billy to come back. Should you go inside to make sure everything is okay? Technically he didn't tell you to stay in his car this time. What if you just go inside to have a quick peek? Yeah, that will be fine.

It took you serval minutes to gather the courage to walk up to the house. The door was wide open. Billy must've forgotten to shut it. The house is empty. It's quiet, except for the yelling upstairs. Should you go upstairs? Billy could be in trouble. After all, you came in to make sure everything was okay. You quietly walk up the stairs. The voices get louder.

"What the fuck were you thinking? You're in charge of Max. You have to get her home safely. Where the fuck is she? She's not here, I can tell you that, Billy! WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE!" Billy is pinned up against the wall as a man, whom you assume is his father yells at him.

No wonder he doesn't talk about his dad. You're just watching the scene unfold. Suddenly Billy's father raises his to hit Billy. That's when you decide to speak.

"Hello, I'm y/n. You must be Billy's dad. Nice to meet you." You say.

Billy's dad drops Billy and turns to look at you. You can feel Billy's eyes on you. He never wanted you to interact with his father. He watches. Waiting for his father's reaction.

"I am. What are you doing here?" His father asks with a fake smile.

"I just came here to inform you that Max is at my house with my brother. The door was wide open and I heard voices coming upstairs. I hope you don't mind that I walked in"

"Not all. Thank you for informing me. Billy why don't you go with this young lady to retrieve Max."

Billy just stood still. He didn't know how to react. He was worried. His father was upset by you but didn't show it.

"Yes sir" Billy says as he moves toward you.

He places his shaky hand on your back and guides you back to his car. You two sit in silence for a minute. Til you break the silence.

"You want to talk about it?" you ask, sightly above a whisper

"What the hell were you thinking? You know to stay in the car. My dad couldve-" He let out a shaky breathe.

"You could've gotten hurt y/n." He says not able to look at you.

You grab his cheek and turn him towards you. You two just stare at each other for a moment. You lightly kiss his chapped lips.

"I'm sorry" you whisper

"Just don't do it again"

"I won't, I promise."

It pains you to say that. All you want to do is protect him, but you have to put his worries at ease. He looks so vulnerable and weak. God, it breaks your heart to see him like this. He turns his head back to the road and starts his car. You head to your house to get Max.

"I'll go in and get her" you say

"Y/n don't mention this to her"

"I won't"

You give him a quick kiss and say good bye. You walked up to your door. Your little brother, Mike, answers the door.

"I thought you weren't gonna be back til later."

"Plans change" You shrug "Can you tell Max to come out please?"

"Why?"

"I don't have to tell you"

He rolls his eyes and calls for Max. Max walks upstairs and looks at you.

"Oh my god what now?"

"I promised your dad you would go home"

Max looks out the door and sees billy in his car waiting for her.

"I don't want to be around him."

"I know but just please go home with him. You don't have to say anything to him."

"Ugh fine" She says as she grabs her skateboard and walks out.

You wave to Billy and go inside. But Mike stops you from going upstairs .

"So you and Billy?"

“Yeah and what about it?”

“He’s a dick”

“So are you”

Then you walk upstairs to your room. You try not to think about what you saw, what will happen to billy, and if he’s okay. But you just can’t stop worrying about it. You know Billy’s a big man and he can protect himself. But when his dad had him pinned against the wall, about to hit him, Billy looked like he was ready to take the hit. You wonder why he doesn’t want Max to know. She should know so she doesn’t sneak out anymore? Right? Then again she is just a child. Why is this so confusing? You just want Billy to be safe.

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#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things #strangerthingimangine #billy hargove imagine #max mayfield #angst with a happy ending #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort

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allthingssteddie · 7 months

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While Steve is on vacation in California with his parents he sees his boyfriend with an other guy. He’s heartbroken and decides to get drunk and meets Billy who works at the at the hotel he’s staying in. Billy offers to pretend to be his boyfriend to make his ex jealous.

I was thinking they would always meet at the abandoned old lighthouse Billy’s was saying in.

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acozysoulwrites · 1 year

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His saving grace | B.H

Description: Billy has just had a huge fight with his father Neil and decides to call you.

Warnings: mentions of abuse, injury, mentions of Neil

Billy can hardly feel the throbbing pain in his wrist. His mind is elsewhere. Racing with thoughts and yet, quiet and vacant. The feeling of his heart racing rises into his ears, and he hears his blood rushing through his veins, adrenaline pumping and at the ready.

The threat is gone. Neil left a half hour ago, and yet, his body refuses to believe he's safe. His heart screamed with every beat. His lungs pull in more air than the rest of him can keep up with, just in case this is their last working moment.

He's glad that no one else is here. Glad that he's alone to tend to his own wounds. Glad that Maxine is safe with those idiot friends of hers. He doesn't want anyone else to see him like this. Neil is the only exception. He can handle that. This is because some small part of Billy wants Neil to see how broken he is. How much damage he has caused, and maybe one day it'll be enough to make him realize that Billy is his son, not a punching bag.

Blood trickles down Billy's hand. The red liquid seeps quickly out of his busted knuckles, and he is suddenly hyperaware of how it feels on his skin.

He could call her. He could call the only person in this world who cares about him. The phone is just to his left, hanging by its cord where Neil left it after using it on Billy. Suddenly he remembers that his head is also bleeding. This was one of the worst arguments they had ever had.

Neil would be back at any moment, and if Billy was still sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor when he returned, everything would happen again.

With a groan, Billy pushes himself from the tile floor. His head feels fuzzy and his eyes go blurry as the blood rushes to his head. He'd been there for too long. His knees wobble as he steps toward the phone.

What was he doing calling her? She'd take one look at him and run for the hills. That, or she'd look at him with that disgusting pitiful gaze. The one that made him feel weak and gross inside.

Yet while these thoughts race through his mind, his fingers work quickly at dialing her number. He had it memorized. The night she gave it to him, he spent an hour staring at it. Perhaps it was a defense mechanism. Her number felt safe to him. He kept the paper in his pocket, always remembering to take it out before throwing his clothes in the wash, never letting it get lost or torn.

It was the last bit of hope he had left.

The ring of the phone echoes in his ear and Billy grimaces. He despised loud, sudden noises.

"Hello?"

It was her father; a far nicer man in comparison to his own. Though he still made Billy a bit nervous despite how well he hid that fear behind his arrogance. Older men would always make Billy tense.

"Hello sir," Billy says, trying his best to mask the shake in his voice.

"Oh well hey there Billy! How are ya, son?"

Billy swallows hard, his heart aching to be called son one more time. He's quick to push that feeling down. It was humiliating.

"Doin' well sir," Billy grins through the phone. He opens his mouth to speak, but the man beats him to it.

"She's right here, kid" His voice goes quiet as he hands it to her.

"Billy! Hey, is everything alright?" Her voice is full of worry, and he instantly regrets phoning.

"Y-Yeah, just wanted to see if you'd be interested in seein' me tonight" He says slyly, hiding the shakes well.

A moment passes, and Billy hears muffled whispering. She was asking her parents.

"Yeah Billy sure! I'll be right over. Just let me grab my-"

"Not here." He quickly cuts her off. "What about that old park? It's secluded" He adds on, his voice growing much more flirty with the last words.

He can hear her blush through the phone. "Sure, I'll be there in ten," She says.

Billy hangs the phone up. At least that's one thing he can do right that Neil can't.

Billy wipes his head off with an old towel and washes his hands. It was good enough and he didn't feel like hiding it right now.

Fifteen minutes later, he pulls up to the park. He parks his car by hers. It's an old chevy that her dad lets her use.

"Hey!" She stands and steps toward him. Her smile slowly fades the closer they get to one another. "Billy..."

"Hey" He grabs her face and pulls her into a kiss. His hand slid down her side to grab the belt loop on her jeans.

"B-Billy wait" She pulls away gently, eyeing him up and down.

He doesn't say anything. Usually, he'd get angry, maybe yell at her and beg her to explain why she pulled away. But he knows that he looks horrible, and he can't be mad at her for worrying. It's the reason she feels safe. She cares.

"What did you do wrong this time?" Her voice is quiet, her eyes still stuck on the several bruises and cuts scattered over every area where his skin showed.

He drops his eyes to the ground in an attempt to hide the tears forming at the corners. "I dropped a plate." He says, almost letting a chuckle escape at how ridiculous it sounds. He dropped a plate and came out looking like he got into a car accident.

"What the hell" She whispers. Stepping closer, she grabs Billy's hand gently. "You don't need to go back there... you can stay at my place until-"

Billy shakes his head. "No. No, you know I can't go anywhere else. Plus, Max is there, and I... I care about the little shit enough to stick around. I take the hits, and she gets to be a stupid kid," He says, pulling his hand from hers.

"I shoulda kept this to myself."

She frowns up at him. "How can you say that Billy?"

He scoffs. "You always try to save me. I don't need savin', sweetheart. I need to let off some steam" Billy suddenly steps closer to her, his arm slipping around her waist. "Please, just let me forget about him for a while." He begs.

She shakes her head. "No, let me help you."

"This is helpful" He whispers, kissing down her neck.

"You can kiss me, but only if you agree to come to my place for the night."

Billy almost protests, but she continues.

"Max too" She adds, her hand on his chest. "Tell her to invite some of her friends and stay for the night. Get cleaned up, and we go from there tomorrow. Sound good?"

Billy hates how good she is. He hates how right she is.

"Yes. Fine. Now come here" He groans, pulling her into a long kiss.

#billy hargrove #neil hargrove #stranger things #max mayfield #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #drabble #oneshot #comfort #hurt comfort

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aliferousdreamer · 2 years

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it really bothers me that lucas got no apology from billy or really any acknowledgement from the show that he was his abuse victim. billy straight up tried to run him over, didn't even want max near him because of his skin colour and tried to beat him up (a CHILD). he put lucas through racial abuse and trauma and it was never referenced again. the fact that billy's actions towards lucas (and max) have been forgotten and whitewashed in s3 and maybe s4 is so frustrating. the fandom and even the damn show itself gives billy 10x more love than lucas and it bothers me so much. lucas deserves better.

#lucas sinclair #stranger things #anti billy hargrove #i don't blame max at all #but it's tone deaf from the writers #they really just ignored billy being racist and abusive towards lucas and tried to make everyone love/forgive him #st season 4 #st season 3 #st s4 #st s3 #st fandom #sorry i really have to vent #its been on my mind for 2 years #the fact that lucas will likely comfort max over billy's death in s4.....

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thediktatortot · 10 months

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I want a scene in S5 where Max's conscious in Vecna's minds-cape runs into Billy's conscious in Vecna's minds-cape, but Billy's conscious is more of a memory than a true conscious.

Billy is, for all intents and purposes, dead. But because Vecna delves so deep into his victims minds, a part of themselves gets saved there after the fact. Just a side effect of doing the sort of mind control that Vecna does.

Billy tells Max this, tells her that though the real Billy is gone, his memories and wishes still exist within the Upside Down for as long as Vecna exists.

Max is, of course, upset with this for a long time, her own conscious finding it wrong to think that this Billy is not Real, but over time she finds comfort in this Billy, real or not.

It's what keeps her mind active and prepared, Billy wont let her get lost in her thoughts or sad memories like Vecna wants her to do. Vecna wants her to fall deeper into his mind-scape but Billy is there to keep her grounded.

Eventually, Eleven finds Max. Max doesn't want to leave Billy. She knows he's not the real Billy, but he's still Billy in some form.

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"I don't want to leave you here alone." Max said, her face pressed against Billy's stomach as she hugged him.

"I wont be alone...and when you finally take Vecna down, I wont even know you are gone." Billy smiled, his expressions always having a sad or tired quality about them ever since Max first saw him.

"But-" Max knew her tears weren't real, just like this world and everything in it, but it was real to her. ""I'll know you're gone."

"I was already gone, Max. I'm just a memory." Billy said as he pushed her lightly to stand back on her own, hands on her shoulders. "But you aren't. You still have so much left you can do in the world and there's no one you can save living in memories."

Eleven took Max's hand, her eyes wet with tears that slipped down over her smile.

"Go on, Madmax." Billy said with a hint of agitation, trying to hide the smirk he had. "You got a shit ton healing to do, so- go on."

To Max, it didn't feel like leaving. It didn't feel like forgetting or remembering.

It felt like finally letting go.

#hurt/comfort #billy hargrove #Max Mayfield #Billy & Max #Eleven #had a random thing pop in my head and had to get it out

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More s4 Billy thoughts.

I'd like to think that Billy would be forced to stick with the kids when the older kids have to go into the upside down, but he not happy about it lol. Like during that whole scene where they're all getting into the boat and Billy starts getting into the boat, but Eddie stops and says:

"Yeah no- this boat can barely fit like 4 people, okay? I doubt it's going to fit 5." And Billy look it's not like Billy wants to go into the upside down, like that's probably the worst place for him to go after the Mind Flayer situation and the fact that he's cursed by this Vecna asshole, but he does not want to be with these stupid kids. He wants to be with his boyfriend.

So he starts saying that Nancy should stay with the kids because "Isn't it like in your nature to be good with kids?" and Billy might be a little misogynistic because he has mommy issues and still an asshole to people who he doesn't really know. That little questions gets Nancy all riled up and she says "No, actually I'm not. Steve has the best expierence with them, Steve should stay with them if you really want to go."

"Steve needs to stay with me."

"Well we can't have both of you gone."

"I doubt you give a shit if I left, you just want Steve."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're still in love with Steve."

And everyone kinda has an 'oh shit' moment, like even the kids are shocked that Billy just said that. Nancy has this offended look on her face, Robin and Eddie look like Billy just killed someone, and Steve looks like he wants to kill himself. Steve apologizes to Nancy really quickly and excuses himself to talk to Billy alone where he drags Billy by his shoulders back into the woods.

Steve's shocked about all of this with his "Are you kidding me? Why the fuck would you say something like that? Nancy doesn't even like me anymore, she's dating a whole different dude! And just 'cause he's in California doesn't make they're over with. And even then, why would she go for me again?" And Billy retorts with, "Are you fucking with me right now? She's been on you this entire fucking time! When she waved at you at that crime scene, when she helped picked spider webs out of your hair and said 'you're all pretty again now', and how she wanted you to join her and robin on their little fake identity adventure at the pysch ward. She. Wants. You."

"If she does want me, what's the big deal? It's not like I'm going to go back to her."

Billy kinds shuts up at this, his lip twitches and he starts looking everywhere, but Steve's eyes. Steve finally gets like, like a lighter being flickered on, the flame has finally lit up in his brain.

"Billy do you... do you think I might go back to her."

Billy shrugs, not having the balls to answer the quesitons truthfully. "I don't know... I mean... I've kinda been a lot for you to handle-"

"What!? Are you kidding me? I've dealt with 4 sassy ass children this past year- 6 of them just last year and you think you're difficult to handle?"

"Don't lie-"

"I'm not! Yeah, sure, you're panicked nightmares keep me up but I like comforting you. I like the fact that I can comfort you. You have no idea how much I love you, no idea." Steve's holding onto Billy's shoulders really tightly because Billy likes it when Steve holds him in place, gives him a sense of grounding. "And if I'm honest... I don't like the idea of you going down there at all. With everything that's going on I'd feel much better if you were up here."

Billy dwels on this for a moment before finally letting out a annoyed sigh. "Fine... whatever." Steve's eyes shine brightly. "I'll stay, but I swear to god Harrington there better be a 6 foot pole between you and Wheeler or I will strangle you with these headphones."

Steve thanked him for being understanding and they shared a super sweet kiss super romantic blah blah blah. They come back to the group and Billy (slightly) apologzies to Nancy. Being forced to by a nudge with Steve's elbow and a glare from Max.

The older kids finally got on the boat and Billy threatening told Steve to stay safe or he'll "revive you only to kill you again you fucker!" Steve blew him a secret kiss.

And yes, Billy did stare at Steve's chest hair with Max. The two started fighting over the binoculars. They'll disagree a lot, but they'll agree on one thing, Steve Harrington can get it.

Billy doesn't get caught by the police because are you serious? That dude has ran from the police on several different occasions and won every single time. He finds out that the older kids have dissapeared, freaks out for a second before realizing that he needs to get the kids back. He goes back to that reefer rick guys house but the cops are looking through the car they used so he can't use that but he does find a motorcycle in reefer ricks garage and goes fucking crazy with it. (I just like biker Billy and I think that would be really hot cool of him) This leads to Billy going to the Wheeler's house, seeing Dustin through Nancy's window and becomes s1 Steve Harrington. The kids update him on everything and he shares a quick hello to Steve who gives him a "hi :)" back with an "I'm okay" to soothe Billy's nerves because Steve knows his boyfriend. And everything is mostly the same but that scene where the kids are all riding their bikes away from the Wheeler house, but with Billy in the front of their group on the motorcycle and it looks like some wack ass bike gang. I love that I'm sorry.

#max everything is going to be okay #billy hargrove #the party #steve harrington #harringrove #Oh and cuz I like Ronance #Steve would be the first one out of the portal cuz Billy cussed at him to #leaving Robin to comfort Nancy when Vecna tries to get her.#when Billy dies due to his injures in s4 Max just goes on this rant of apologizing to him for not noticing Neil's abuse sooner #El isn't that close to Billy but is obviously aware of how insanely distressed Max is and revivies him #that how we get hospital billy #And in the creel house Max is just repeating to Billy how she can't lose him again #Billy's just telling her that he loves her and everything is going to be okay #his last words are because he doesn't want his sister to worry about him #GOD WHY DO I MAKE MYSELF CRY

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themistymountainscold · 2 years

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billy: i'm a wanted man.

dustin: that's impossible. you weren't even a wanted child.

#billy: *tears up* and steve comforts him #max hits dustin on his head #stranger things #stranger things incorrect quotes #incorrect stranger things quotes #stranger things billy hargrove #stranger things dustin henderson #billy hargrove #dustin henderson

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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fix me up

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 1,425

warnings: swearing, allusions to sex/sexual innuendos, basically billy being a flirty little shit, mentions of back pain, fluff

a/n: hiii!! i came up with this a few days ago and i’ve been in love with it but now i’m feeling a little iffy about it, so i hope someone out there in the void likes it. happy reading! love you!! <33

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“I think that if I have to lift a squirmy toddler up one more time, I’m just going to fucking die.”

“That seems a little dramatic.”

You’re sat on your knees next to where Billy lays flat on his back, his palms pressed to his eyes. You reach forward and rub your hand over his forehead, fingers smoothing over his hair.

He moves his hands, looking up at you like he always does when you’re sweet with him. He raises his brows for a moment, a little confused, but then he leans into it, allowing himself to enjoy your affection.

His hair is still a little damp from the shower he had when he got home, washing the smell of chlorine from his skin.

You drag your thumb over the slit in his eyebrow, across the circles under his eyes, lingering on the freckles he has. They’re your favorite part of him, you’ve decided.

Billy shifts a little, like he’s uncomfortable, his eyes scrunching closed in pain.

“Something hurtin’ you, baby?”

He grabs for your wrist when you take it away, smacking a kiss to your pulse point.

“My back’s fucking killin’ me.”

You pout for just a second, though he misses it because his eyes are still closed.

It’s a dull ache that travels from his lower back, up his spine, and spreads at his shoulders. He’s sore. And his sides hurt, too. He can practically still feel the little feet kicking the shit out of him as he tried to convince the kids they were not, in fact, going to sink.

Not with floaties on, and not with him there. Not on their backs.

“Want me to rub it for you?”

Billy snorts. “You’d do that?”

You readjust so you’re sitting cross-legged. “I mean, I can’t promise I’ll be any good at it, but I’m willing to try to see if it’ll make you feel better.”

“I have complete faith in you.”

“Liar.”

He grins at you before he’s grabbing your face with both hands to pull you down to his level. He kisses you once; his mouth is warm and he’s a little stubbly, though it’s not like you mind.

When he pulls away, Billy sits up and flips so that he’s laying on his tummy, socked feet up by the pillows.

You go to straddle the backs of his thighs, but he’s sitting up again. “Wait—wait,” he says. He yanks his shirt off over his head and throws it somewhere behind him on the bed.

You roll your eyes. “Show off.”

“Like you don’t want your hands on me.”

You choose this moment to slap him on the ass. He groans and crosses his arms so he can rest his face on them, cheek squishing up so he looks much less menacing than he would’ve hoped.

You settle with your knees on either side of his hips, placing your hands on the skin of his back. He shivers, and you fight a grin.

Billy is so warm. He's like a space heater. It takes seconds for the tips of your fingers to warm up against him. You run your hands over the planes of his back, down the dip in his spine.

“I’m gonna touch you, and I need you to tell me where it hurts, okay?”

Billy hums. Having you on him like this is comforting, he thinks. He likes feeling the weight of you against him, likes your hands running all over him. Even if you do keep skimming his ass because you can’t help yourself.

You rest your palms against his lower back. “Here right?” You lean down and kiss the spot.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Where else?” you ask. You put some lotion on your hands so as to not make him uncomfortable, warming it up before you touch him. He fights the urge to make a joke about you lubing him up.

Your hands slide upwards, over his shoulder blades. “There,” he grumbles.

“That all?”

“My sides.”

You put your hands back against his soft spot, and rub them up and outwards in a sort of sweeping motion. “So, like, this whole spot?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“‘Kay. You’ll tell me if something hurts or if you want it harder, right?”

Billy snorts at the sexual connotation that your words carry. He’s laughing because he’s asked you the same questions before. And he likes that you’re the one asking them now.

“Billy,” you whine.

“You know I will.”

You start with his lower back, pressing your hands firmer than you had been against his skin. You rub in that same motion you’d used before, fingers spreading and trying to push the tension out.

He hasn’t complained yet, so you assume he’s doing fine. Assume you’re doing fine.

You keep doing that, rubbing his back and thinking about how you might do your own, reaching and sort of massaging the area to relieve the pain.

When you look up at him, Billy’s eyes are closed. It’s like he’s sinking into the mattress. It makes you smile.

You move to his shoulders. Your palms dig into the squish of his back, tanned skin and freckles moving under your touch. You push upwards, and hear him sigh.

Billy feels like he could die. Your hands feel so good and his mind is so muddled he’s not even sure he could form a coherent thought. He knows that if he’s like this and you’re only doing his back, he’d just dissolve if you touched anything else.

You start on his back again, remembering that he’d said it was bothering him the most. You use both of your thumbs and start at the very base of his spine, just above the waistband of his underwear, pushing hard.

You’ve only done this once when he moans.

“Ohhh, fuck.”

You stop. You’re giggling at the way he’s melting underneath you and it’s making you heat up in more ways than one.

Billy turns his head to look at you, half asleep, blanket lines on his cheek. “Why’d you quit?” he grumbles.

You grin. “You’re moaning, William.”

He rolls his eyes and face plants back into the comforter on his bed. “Am not.”

You laugh and he reaches back with one hand, blindly swatting at you. He misses but is too sleepy and entranced to do anything but relent, so your thumbs find his back again, pushing in the same motion.

This time Billy let’s put a low sigh, like the tension is being released from his back. You push a little harder, rubbing up a little further. He does it again, brows furrowing. He knows that he moaned for you. He’s trying not to do it again but he’s losing the battle.

“That good, huh?” you tease.

Billy’s eyes fly open and he pushes up onto his elbows. He’s said those exact words to you so many times it’s like he doesn’t even have to think about it anymore.

He’s not sure he wants to admit how much he likes this power you hold over him.

You take your hands off of him and place them over your mouth to keep from laughing. You’re so proud of yourself and Billy swears he feels his heart swell at your antics.

“Do you want me to stop?” you ask. “Clearly I wasn’t hurting you.” You’re laughing again and you lower yourself to rest your forehead against his back. He can feel your breath and your body shaking with giggles.

“Kiss my ass,” he says. He runs a hand down his face.

When you take him up on his offer, planting a kiss on the side of his ass cheek–even if it is on top of the cotton shorts he’s wearing–Billy breaks.

He laughs. It’s a warm and happy sound. He seriously can’t believe you.

The both of you are laughing like children, so loud that Max screams down the hall for you to “shut the hell up,” but that only makes it worse.

“Okay,” you start, trying to catch your breath. “Okay. Holy shit.” Your hand slides back up his back, fingers running up and down his spine, giving him goosebumps. “You feel any better? Or you want me to keep going?”

Billy flops back down into the mattress. “Please don’t stop. Need you to fix me up.”

You adjust yourself so that you’re sitting directly against the curve of his ass this time. You lean down to whisper into his ear, hands massaging at his sides.

“I think I can fix you up just fine, baby.”

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