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aestheticaltcow · 3 months

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cuddling with dom billy during a rainy night. billy places you on top of him, rubs you out cooing you calling you his good girl. Lots of praise and reader is subby hehe

I hope this is what you had in mind with the request! Took me a while but I did it.

Rainy Nights (18+ MDNI)

You sank into the plush of your mattress that evening, listening to the sound of rain outside your window. You were on the verge of falling asleep when you noticed the bedroom door open. You mumbled to yourself as Billy sat on the edge of the mattress. “You’re already sleepin’, baby?” he questioned as he pulled his shirt off and threw it over to the laundry hamper in the corner, unfortunately missing it. “I was trying to.” you groan as Billy joins you under the thick duvet. He chuckled to himself and reached out to grab your waist.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty baby.” Billy smiled as he pulled you closer to him. You giggled as he ran a hand up and down your back, “You’re fuckin’ perfect… made just for me.” he groaned, letting his hand lay on your hip. “So kind… and smart…my perfect lil princess.” you blushed, hoping he didn’t notice. Billy sat up and leaned back against the bedframe as he looked down at you, “You wanna be my good girl?” you bit your lip and slowly nodded. “Come here.”

Billy put an arm around your shoulders, “Open your mouth, baby.” Billy whispered against your temple as he peppered kisses to your hairline. You nodded and put your head back, opening your mouth and allowing your tongue to slide out. Billy smirked and spat in your mouth; he marveled at the site before telling you to swallow. You obliged to his pleasure, “There’s my good girl… spread your legs.”

You relaxed into Billy’s side as his fingers slipped into your panties. You sharply inhaled when his thick, calloused fingers started rubbing circles against your clit. “You like that baby?” “Yes, sir.” Billy licked his lips as he allowed his fingers to further explore your pussy. As he ran his fingers through your soft, wet folds, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“B-Billy-” you whined, “Shhh, princess. You’re so wet… just for me…” his other hand slipped under the oversized t-shirt you’d worn to bed that night and went to squeeze one of your breasts, making you moan softly. Billy kissed your temple as he dipped his index and middle finger into your core to collect some of the wetness you’d produced before returning to rub harsher circles against your clit. “Fuck!” you threw your head back, marveling at the sensation. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” you nodded furiously at his question. Billy licked his lips and watched your eyes squeeze close as your hand joined his in your panties. “Billy!” you yelped as you felt a wave of pleasure crash over your body. Billy slowed his fingers to let you ride out your orgasm. “You did so good, baby…” he cooed in your ear as his hand traveled up your body to your hip, “You wanna cum again?”

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rxgnor0k · 2 years

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Idyllic — J.Quinn

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Summary: <You accidentally say something flirty that catches you and Joseph off guard, little do you know that he’s been waiting for you to say something like that for ages>

Pairings: <Joseph Quinn x costar!fem!reader>

Warnings: <use of she/her pronouns, fluff, pining>

a/n: <NOT PROOFREAD, this was based off of a prompt i saw on pinterest lol, so creds to that>

⚠️ i will not allow anyone copy and pasting my work into any other social platform or site without consulting with me first ⚠️

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You entered the room confidently before sitting on the rich, velvet couch that stood before you. It was mere minutes before the interviewer would arrive, and being early was one of your main priorities.

Today was a bit different than the rest. Usually, you’d come to set along with Joseph, but he was no where to be seen. Yes, you called him multiple times, but he never picked up. You were afraid that he’d gone missing, or became very ill. Fortunately, his manager had called and said that he’d may run a bit late, as traffic wasn’t looking so good at this hour.

You sighed, relieved that Joseph was alright. For a while now, your feelings for Jo have increased, and made it clear to you personally that you had a crush on him. Honestly, it wasn’t a big deal, it was something you could easily contain. Though, there were times were you had to control yourself because Joseph looked too damn fine.

Being too caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t realize that Joseph had just entered the room and sat right next to you.

“Darling? You alright?” he asked, shaking your shoulder to set you back into this reality.

“What? Yea, i’m fine,” you said, shocked at his presence being so sudden. “I thought you were going to be a bit late? Your manager said you were in heavy traffic.”

“Mhm, I decided to just walk the rest of the way, so I payed the driver and strolled down the block in a fast pace,” he chortled, rubbing the back of his neck in a embarrassed manner.

“Well, I’m glad your here, Jo,” you patted the back of his shoulder, almost like a grandfather would to his children. “Jo, you look really nice today.”

Joseph smiled at the comment, as you shifted your attention in front of you. You couldn’t help but think about the jacket he was wearing. It smelt of rich leather, newly opened books, and his cologne. The amount of power his scent had on you was amazingly endearing. You could talk about it all day.

You opened your mouth to say something polite, but what came out was,

“You look like someone I’d very much like to kiss.”

The silence that overcame the room was so loud, that your heart beat was very clear to your ears.

You froze, your whole body suddenly stopped working. The amount of blood that rushed to your face was incredible. The sweat that dropped down your face profusely was quickly wiped by your now clammy hands. You breath hitched as you closed your eyes, unable to speak or make contact with anybody in the room, especially Joseph.

He sat beside you in awe, flattered with randomness of your comment. After looking at your face, he was pitiful.

“Surely she didn’t mean that,” he thought, amazed by how someone that he thought was considered superior to his league would say that. It’s almost like every night, he thinks of something like this happening. His confidence increased that any problems he could ever think of were now gone.

“Hey,” Joseph nudged your shoulder. You felt stiff as a rock, unable to move.

“Jo, I’m so sorry, my intrusive thoughts took over, and-“

“I think that you look very ravishing today as well. It’s almost like I have this urgency to kiss you this very moment,” he said. He said it so casually that it felt surreal.

“Jo, I-“ you were interrupted by the door opening, showing the interviewer for the morning. The both of you swiftly moved into an comfortable sitting position and started on with interview.

During the interview you couldn’t help, but glance up at Joseph as he quickly returned the loving gesture, leaving you a blushing mess. At one point, he slithered his hands in between yours, and caressed them. His hands were soft, yet rough, it was a comforting feeling. It certainly eased you into an relaxed state.

Though, the next day was a bit… different. You were woken up with far too many instagram dms. You were sent messages in all caps, talking about a video? You went into your search bar to go into google and looked up the video these messages were talking about. You saw multiple articles, tweets, and tik toks regarding the intimacy between you and Joseph.

“They already posted the video?!” you whispered, afraid to wake up the sleeping Joseph that slept quietly right next to you.

The next five minutes we’re spent scrolling through twitter and tik tok, talking about these moments between the two of you in the latest interview.

You set your phone down, and went back into the covers just to sneak up beside Joseph and snuggle into him. The sight before you made you feel extremely idyllic.

Let’s just say that these simple gestures had set the whole internet on fire.

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a/n: hey y'all! I rlly enjoyed writing this one!!! This one is 4 the Joseph girlies😁. Anyways, have good day (or night). Byeeeeeee

Reposts and requests are always welcomed! Make sure to go check ou my other stuff! My masterlist is linked at th top of the page! Thank you for reading my fan fic!

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 2 years

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18 | Masterlist

Summary: Billy Hargrove needs a Queen and you need someone to help you get out of the hellhole that you are currently in as you move to Hawkins. It should be an easy and obvious solution, right?

Not, not even close. Because it doesn't matter if Billy keeps dreaming about you or that you think that if the sun and the sea had a love child it would look like Billy, you really hate each other's guts -at least, that's what you keep telling yourselves- until you are caught in a not so great position. literally. Lots of insults flying around, lots of lying to yourself, lots of fighting before ending up against a wall your lips inches away from his because that's what enemies do, right?

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updates on monday, wednesday, friday

also, smut:*

author's note: my writing doesn't condone billy's action in the show.

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thelovelylolly · 3 months

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Hey! Love your billy fics I have so many ideas but for now I'll go off the valentines prompt list! Can I get a billy x reader with the prompts 24. "I don’t like them, I like you." and 25."it's always been you."

Make A Move

Summary: Billy only has eyes for you Warnings: like a smidge of self doubt, reader is described as shorter than Billy, teenagers partying and a lil mention of alcohol, not proofread bc im super busy srry Word Count: 811 Notes: thank u so much for this request, I’m so happy u enjoy my Billy fics <3 sorry I didn’t get this out super fast, my power went out so I didn’t get the chance to write as much as I wanted to <3

You weren't much of a party goer, but if Billy went, so did you. You two were good friends and you may have developed some feelings for him. Usually, you would keep to yourself at parties, picking a corner to stand in with a drink in hand. But with Billy? You were by his side, smiling and laughing with everyone else.

One of Billy's buddies was throwing a party and you tagged along with him. You didn't mind being an observer as Billy moved from group to group, talking and laughing. You were just happy to be with Billy, even if you just stayed by his side and let him do the talking.

Your drink was running low, so you tugged on Billy's sleeve and he leaned his head closer in order to hear you over all the noise.

"'M going to get another drink. You want anything?" You asked.

"I'm good, thanks, babe," he replied before jumping right back into his conversation.

That was another thing. He called you things like 'babe' or 'sweetheart', blurring the lines between friends and more. You couldn't tell if he had feelings like you, or if he was just comfortable as friends.

You gave the group a quick smile before turning and going towards to the kitchen. You slipped your way through the crowd of half-drunk teenagers. You found the kitchen and quickly refilled your cup with your drink of choice, careful not to bump into the random couple who totally weren't making out.

You left the kitchen to go back to Billy, taking a refreshing sip of your drink. You could spot him through the crowd, those golden curls and blue eyes being hard to miss. But you nearly dropped your cup when you saw a girl pulling at his jacket while he smiled down at her.

Were you jealous? Maybe, but you weren't going to admit it to yourself in that moment. You caught Billy's eye from across the room and his smile dropped. You watched as he pushed the girl away but you were making your way to the door before he could try to get to you.

You knew Billy was a flirt, you had watched a bunch of girls try to win him over, so why were you so upset at this? Because you love him, you thought before quickly pushing it away. You made your way out into the yard, the cool night air more refreshing then the crowded indoors. You tossed your cup into a bush, the drink splashing onto the ground.

You heard Billy's boots hitting the concrete as he raced to catch up with you.

"Hey, where are you going?" He asked, grabbing your arm to stop you.

"I'm going home," you answered, trying to pull yourself away from him but he wouldn't let you go.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

"Nothing's wrong!" You yelled, spinning around to face him. "Now, go back to the party. I don't want to keep you from all the girls in there."

Billy stared at you for a second, then smiled. "What?" He asked, almost laughing.

"I saw that girl in there, and I've seen girls trying to get with you," you answered. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, sweetheart. I don't like them, I like you. It's always been you," he said, stepping closer and slowly closely the space between you two.

"You...what?" You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

"I like you, hell, I may love you at this point," he replied, matching your volume as he tilted your face up with his fingers. "I was waiting for you to make a move."

You smiled, your face heating from his touch, words and gaze. "I was waiting for you to make a move."

You saw his eyes fall to your lips and before you could fully process it, his lips were on yours. It took a second, but you quickly melted and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He moved the hand that tilted your chin up to your cheek, cupping it while his other hand fell to your waist. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears rather than the loud music from inside.

For those few moments, it was just you and Billy.

Then, he pulled away and you were pulled back into reality. Both of his hands cupped your cheeks as he pressed his forehead to yours. You covered his hands with yours as you smiled at him, a smile which he returned.

"Is that enough of a move for you?" He asked.

You giggled. "I may need one more kiss, just to be sure."

Billy started to pepper your face in quick kisses, causing your giggles to erupt into laughter.

And just like that, it was just you and Billy again, and you wouldn't trade it for a stupid party.

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sleepy-wyvern · 1 year

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Billy Hargrove x Female!Reader (SMUT)

Chapter: 1/? (smut in later chapter) part 2 here

Summary: Billy pursues an uninterested reader trying to gain her adoration. When reader finds her crush kissing someone else that's when she realizes her feelings are towards the wrong guy.

TW/CW: persistent flirting, cigarettes, marijuana, violent threat (not towards reader)

This fic only contains characters that are 18+ and will contain smut, as such 18+ readers only, minors absolutely DNI

For the lovely @strangelysupernatural ! Thanks for challenging me to write a difficult character! It was super fun and I'm sorry part one took so long 😂 go check out her page for her part of the challenge to write for my baby Steve Harrington! And more AMAZING billy & eddie fics sure to make you melt! 🥰

The moment Billy laid eyes on you he had one thing in mind: the need to corrupt your shy, goody two-shoes attitude. The fact that you weren’t interested in him seemed to drive his instinct to chase even more.

You were 18 but unfortunately had to move to a new town known as Hawkins before graduation. It was absolutely the worst time to make friends as cliques had already been long since established and most people were parting ways in a month or so.

Still, you were the shiny new toy amongst the high school so people stared curiously. You ignored them all except one that you couldn’t seem to avoid.

The moment you saw him across the cafeteria your heart leapt in your throat. You looked away but still felt his hungry eyes on your body. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, part of you was urging you to go to him like a magnet you fought to ignore.

He had large soft eyes, a curly mullet that seemed to grow on you, a faint hint of facial hair and of course a muscular frame. The man was built like a truck; seemingly out of place amongst the other students.

“Whose that?” You asked, clutching your dull blue cafeteria tray as you sat at the lunch table.

Your first friend in this foreign world had sat next to you, graciously giving you company and the run down of the place. She had always worn a heavy metal or rock themed outfit, perhaps at first coming off as scary but she was the sweetest person at this wretched place. You were thankful you had been placed at the empty desk next to hers in English class.

“That’s Billy Hargrove,” she answered with a loving sigh. “Don’t waste your time though he’s a fuck boy that only cares about one night stands.”

You look down at your lunch trying to avoid eye contact but you could feel his gaze over you.

“Thanks Bunny,” you smiled to her genuinely appreciating the warning.

She tucked a strand of wild brown hair behind her ear as she smiled to you softly before noticing him walking towards you in the corner of her eye. “Uh-oh,” she sighed.

His steps approached and your breath seemed to catch in your throat. You held your hands in front of you nervously as your mind buzzed. He’s definitely not coming this way, right? Even if he was, he wouldn't speak to you because you're sitting with someone right?

When he neared your table your heart stopped as he did.

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” His voice seemed to purr as he put his hands on the table “fresh meat?”

“Leave her alone, Billy, she’s not interested.” Bunny groaned at him with a glare that would’ve scared you had it been directed your way. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed equally terrifying under the cafeteria fluorescent lights.

He wasn't yet deterred as he leaned forward with his fists on the cafeteria table. You could smell a hint of expensive cologne as he loomed over you.

“How about she tell me that herself?” His pink tongue rolled over his chapped lips as he spoke, soft eyes watching you intently with his head tilted. You wondered for a moment how his expression was so soft when the rest of him was covered in sharp edges.

You stood holding your tray with half eaten food “Not interested.”

You make your way to the trash can, throwing the scraps out before returning your tray. When you turned around though, he was still standing there.

You couldn’t look him in the eyes, gaze caught on his firm chest which didn’t seem like a great alternative choice for your mental resolve.

“Can I help you?” You asked as polite and calm as you could muster.

“Yeah, actually.” He folded his arms clearly flexing his muscles as he did “How about a date?”

It took all of your willpower to ignore the tone of muscle in his arms.

You squint your eyes at him finding the courage to look up to his face “did you not hear me? I’m not interested.”

You walk past him catching the scent of his cologne once again, this time it seemed to fill your entire body, swirling through your veins like addictive poison. A sweet, delicious toxin.

“We’ll see about that,” he called from behind you and you were glad he couldn’t see your expression.

“Careful, y/n,” Bunny warned with a sly smile “that’s a spicy one. You get caught in that trap you’ll never get out.”

Thankfully that was the last of his advances for that day. The next day however, you found he was still not deterred.

He found you once more, this time at the library as you looked for a new book to read.

“Huh, and she reads?” He asked rolling a cherry red lollipop over his tongue as he leaned against the door frame.

His voice startled you at first but quickly you rolled your eyes “I’m surprised you’re here. You don’t seem like the type.”

“The type to read?” He asked, hovering his lollipop over his lips.

“The type to be literate,” you muttered, “since you clearly ignored what I said yesterday.”

Instead of being offended he chuckled low seeming to enjoy your remark “Feisty. I like it.”

You sighed.

“Listen Billy, I know exactly about boys like you. You dote on girls, say whatever they want to hear to get them to spread their legs for you and then you don’t call them in the morning. I’m not falling for that crap.” You looked at him seriously but his soft brown eyes didn’t change expression as they darted between yours. They were soft and seemed to be filled with almost an innocent adoration you figured to be a ploy.

“Are you listening? Did you even hear a word I said?” You asked.

He took the lollipop out of his mouth with two fingers “honestly? No. I was too busy looking at how gorgeous you are.”

Despite the flutter of butterflies it awoke inside you you weren’t interested. Guys like him were bad news, good for nothing and definitely not boyfriend material. You weren’t exactly looking for a one night stand either, not with this fuckboy.

You rolled your eyes turning to leave, feeling his eyes watch your curves as you stride away.

The next part of your plan was to ignore him until he lost interest. It worked well even in the shared class together. You sat towards the front of the class while he sat in the back, leaning against the uncomfortable plastic chair.

Bunny was in that class with you too, and she leaned over to whisper to you while the teacher was occupied.

“The man is consuming you with his eyes back there, y/n. What did you say to him?” Bunny looked both confused and intrigued.

You sigh with a slight eye roll, not daring to look back at him “I told him I’m not interested.”

There was one guy you were a little interested in though since moving here.

Steve Harrington he was known as, or Steve “The Hair” Harrington Bunny called him. Total jock as well, which wasn't exactly your type but the man was gorgeous and sweet like golden honey.

When he actually paid attention to you it was a surreal feeling. How could a guy like that have any interest in someone like me?

You were hooked since the day he introduced himself to you and since then you looked forward to every chance you got to see him.

“Hey I was thinking,” Steve asked, his hazel eyes glowing as he leaned against the brick wall of the school. You were outside with the sun beaming down giving him an almost angelic appearance. “I was going to have a party at my place since my parents are gone anyways. You wanna come? You could take Bunny and her boyfriend, Eddie was it?”

“Yeah,” although it wasn’t Eddie’s scene you knew Bunny would likely drag him along if she was interested. You run your lips together before smiling “I’d like that.”

“Steve Harrington!” The loud voice booms and you close your eyes keeping back a groan.

God damnit Billy Hargrove I swear if you mess this up for me.

Steve turned his head to look at Billy, body tensing “yeah it’s me. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“King Steve! I’ve heard so much about you,” Billy smiled but his tone was anything but friendly as he slapped his arm against Steve’s back.

You roll your eyes “take it to the locker room why don’t you and leave me the hell alone Billy.”

“Is it that bad to just want to talk?” He asked innocently.

“You heard the girl,” Steve said with a glare that could kill a man.

You looked at Steve and sighed “you go on, I’ll call you later.”

Steve glared at Billy as he walked by “call me when you get back to your house.” It was a sweet gesture but you knew it was a threat to Billy that he ignored.

“Y/n,” his silky voice spoke, making you groan when Steve was out of earshot “have you been avoiding me?”

“Awww look he’s smart, putting two and two together finally?” You turned to him clearly not interested in his bullshit.

He smiled wildly when you noticed he held a cigarette between his lips “oh but it’s hard to forget about you, the absence of beauty is heavy on my heart.”

“Listen,” you turn to him and he raises his eyebrows surprised. “I know you think you’re hot shit or whatever but not every girl likes you and you’re just going to have to accept it. I'm not playing hard to get, I’m just not interested and I want you to leave me alone.”

He put his hands up defensively “alright, you’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.”

From the treatment of guys past you were genuinely surprised at how easily he had accepted your words. He actually did seem sorry and he took his vow seriously. The next few days you hadn’t heard from him at all.

Instead you enjoyed your uninterrupted time after classes talking to Steve. You hated to admit it but you had a crush.

As you were leaving class on Thursday, you walked down the hall when a sight made your heart drop to your stomach. Steve was up against Nancy's locker with his lips pressed into hers. His ex you knew, as Bunny had filled you in.

Angry tears burned in your eyes as you walked past. Was it that you had misinterpreted his advances and he just wanted to be friends? You cursed at yourself for letting your guard down, brushing the back of your hand against your cheeks to wipe away the tears

As you stuff your books into your locker you grab your bag, throwing it over your shoulder. When you shut your locker you look down the hall seeing them locked in an embrace again. You thought you did your best to hide your reaction but as you glance further down the line of lockers you notice Billy looking at you, eyes melting from interest to concern.

You blink back any anger or upset feelings brewing inside you, turning and walking quickly down the hall.

“Hey, y/n,” Billy called out as you pushed past the crowd headed the opposite direction.

“Y/n!” He shouted.

You reached for the metal handle on the side door, pulling it back but his strong hand slammed it shut again.

“Listen,” Billy said and you turned to look at him.

“What do you want, Billy? I’m really not in the fucking mood,” your eyes flashed anger at him.

“It’s not fair that he did that to you,” he ran his fingers through his curls “in fact if you hadn’t ran off I probably would’ve punched him then and there.”

You let out a scoff you didn’t mean to, you didn’t want to admit it but his words did make you feel better.

“And about the other day, you’re right. I need to give you space and I was a douche bag to you for not respecting that.” He paused looking outside for a moment before back at you. “I was planning on leaving you alone without saying anything but then I saw that in the hall and-“

Your sudden strange reaction caught him off guard mid-sentence as he stopped speaking. You look over your shoulder and up the school stairwell ensuring no one was watching.

“What?” He asked and as you watched his pink lips move you knew what you needed to do; to test something.

You pushed him against the old school wall with your hand to his chest. Wrapping your arms around his neck you stood on your tiptoes, losing your fingers in his hair as you pulled him down into a kiss.

As the shock wore off he took over, pulling you close to him by your waist. His soft tongue brushed against your lips requesting an entrance as you parted them for him. His taste was addicting as it swirled a tinge of sweet tobacco. His hands explored his way ever so slightly beneath the fabric of your top.

“Hey!” A teacher yelled as your body jolted in shock, pulling away from him “save it for off school property please.”

Bright red painted your cheeks but the teacher just sounded annoyed.

“Sure thing Ms. O'Donnell,” Billy’s lips were curved in a smirk as he ran his tongue over his lips.

You rolled your eyes pushing open the side door and stepping out into the cool air. You could hear his footsteps trailing behind you as you walked but you didn’t turn around.

“Would you stop running from me, please?” He seemed to growl low in his throat as you turned to look at him. “I think we should talk,” words you didn’t expect him to say.

You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before turning to look at him. He stood behind you, hands in his pockets and you weren’t sure if you trusted the compassionate look in his eyes.

“What, Billy?” You sighed looking around “Look, I’ve heard the stories about you. It’s not exactly a secret that you have one night stands with whatever pretty little thing you lay your eyes on. Frankly, I’m not interested.”

“I was like that. You’re right. And normally I’d be down for that kind of thing. Since I met you though, you’re different.” He hesitated looking into the distance “ever since I saw you in that cafeteria I can’t stop thinking about you. Every day, every night. You’re always on my mind.”

The cool breeze seemed to suck the air out of your lungs as your lips parted in a gasp.

Part 2

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Have a great day my lovely reader 💙

-Wyv

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smuttyfantasyrecs · 1 year

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Billy Hargrove

🦋 lingerie 🦋

@atomwritez

🦋 camero 🦋

@hawkins-losers

🦋 private lessons 🦋

@glodessa

🦋 waking up 🦋

@erosso

🦋 an open window 🦋

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🦋 18 🦋

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🦋 you can be the boss, billy 🦋

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🦋 all mine 🦋

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🦋 dating billy headcannons 🦋

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katerdaddy · 2 years

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Harringrove, Harringrove,

Harringrove, Harringrove

Some doodles for my harringrove fic

“Indelible Scars, Pivotal Marks” on Ao3.

These boys have been brain rot high key.

Nothing in these sketches has happened in the fic yet. I’m only two chapters in. But they will be arriving at some point.

#my art #fandom #harringrove #art #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #fan fic #fic planning

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heartbreak-sandwich · 6 months

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blue angst ft. Billy Hargrove "we were always in his car. he told me he loved me before and after, but he left anyway, and I've been alone ever since. nothing fills the void of him."

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove moodboard #blue moodboard #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove fan art #maybe I'll write a fic to go with this idk #moodboard #sad posting I guess lol

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eppic21 · 3 months

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I know this is 100% unlikely, but I just want this for season 5:

I want Billy to be found, a little worse for wear for surviving wherever he has been for this time, skinny but still feisty. He finds out about Max and sneaks off to see her, even though he’s not meant to be seen yet.

For Billy and El to be the ones who can pull Max out of her coma (and maybe he’s retained some ability to heal her eyes - I dunno). But Hop to catch them doing it and assume he’s hurting her instead. Tackling Billy away as Max wake up calling out for Billy and El. At this point exhaustion wins out and Billy passes out with a nosebleed.

For Hop to take Billy to Steve’s as that place has become like a base of operations and halfway house and dump him on the sofa. Steve tries to feed him when he wakes up and they chat about that stupid summer where Steve had to wear a stupid sailor uniform and Billy got hit on by mums in his stupid lifeguard shorts.

At some point Robin let’s herself into the house wanting to see if what she heard was true - Billy’s alive. He freezes when she sees her, she reaches out to hug him as he crumples and dissolves into silent tears, all the while apologising for Heather.

When the rest turn up at Steve’s later, they find Billy firmly wedged between Robin and Steve, asleep, head on Steve’s shoulder holding hands with Robin. Not what they expected.

Turns out, offscreen they had a funny friendship/ rivalry over the summer about shitty uniforms, low paid jobs and who could score the most dates. Billy knew that Robin thought heather was cool and would sometimes try to chat with her, usually goofing it up.

Give me these three as a team, riding into the apocalypse and defeating vecna.

Bonus points for Billy treating El as an extra little sister.

That or someone talented to write it as a fic! I know some people hate Billy but I thought there was more they could have done with him.

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fizzigigsimmer · 6 months

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To B, With Love

Look at this hilarious meme that @percabeth-trashcan made after the last chapter.

Billy when he finally gets home:

This is so true. 🤣

In Steve's defense. He can explain everything.

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aestheticaltcow · 4 months

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Mom Bod

Sorta a continuation of my Billy fatherhood headcanon...

“Hey baby, have you seen the sunscreen?” you asked, stepping into the bathroom. Billy shook his head. “A little sun never hurts,” he laughed as he put his toothbrush on the counter by the sink. “I feel like our eight-month-old doesn’t need a little sun,” you laughed, digging through your toiletry bag. “Joey is gonna love this beach. I used to come here with my Mom.” “Fatherhood softened you, Billy- you sentimental bastard.” Billy rolled his eyes before swatting at your ass after you’d found the sunscreen can. “Billy!” you playfully scolded, much to his amusement.

Billy smiled as his ears filled with his son’s happy giggles, “You like the ocean, don’t you, Joey?” he asked, holding him tightly as gentle waves crashed over them. As the water hit his tiny toes, he couldn’t help but kick his feet in excitement. Billy looked over to see you sitting on a towel, nose buried in some cheesy romance novel, “Let’s get Mommy to join us, sweet boy.”

Your attention had fixated on knights courting princesses when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a pair of lips brush against your cheek, “You know I could do that to you if you want…” Billy chuckled, looking at the page you were on. You rolled your eyes and looked at the end of the towel to see Joseph happily digging his hands into the sand, babbling to himself. “Come in the water with us, Mommy- Joey's lovin' it.” you blushed at Billy’s use of ‘mommy.’ As much as you loved your son and being his mom, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little self-conscious about your stretch marks. While you felt like your body ‘bounced back,’ the stretch marks only got darker. “Baby, look at that sweet little boy. How can you say no to that face?”

You pulled the material of your swimsuit bottoms in all directions as waves rushed past your knees. Joseph giggled as Billy splashed water up at him. You laughed as you watched Joseph wiggle in Billy’s arms. He looked you up and down as he balanced the baby on his waist. He licked his lips casually. You noticed him checking you out and felt a wave of insecurity crash over you, moving your hands to cover your exposed lower stomach. You should have bought a new swimsuit- Billy stepped closer to you and ducked down to whisper, “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” into your ear. You blushed and took the baby from his arms as you felt Billy cop a feel of your ass, “Such a fuckin’ MILF.”

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camaro-and-smokes · 11 months

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Snow on the Beach

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Summer, The Quarry, Pining, POV Steve Harrington, First Kiss, Fluff, Feelings Realization, Boys kissing, Billy Hargrove needs a hug, Harringrove, Steve Harrington has a crush on Billy Hargrove Words: 2,074

This is my 2nd entry to both @steveharringtonbingo & @billyhargrovebingo for Card 1, square B2: Free space; First kiss

Also on AO3.

Author's note: *says on one breath* I just wanted to write something summery super soft fluffiest fluff and I had that piece where Steve sees Billy written for months for something else and it didn't fit there and I didn't know where else to put it so I put it here. *breathes* Title is from a Taylor Swift song.

Summary: Steve decides to go to the quarry to cool off because the air conditioning broke at his house. Billy also happens to come there.

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Steve's bored. B-O-R-E-D and sweating. The air-conditioning broke the other day and, of course, it's not the only one that has done that in the heatwave Hawkins is currently experiencing. It could take for forever to get it fixed, so he had to make a nest in the living room in front of the TV with all the fans he found in the house. But it's already the third day and watching TV is quickly getting old. Everyone he could hang out with has left town, so he's on his own trying to come up with something new to do.

He decides to go to the quarry. The water there is cool at least, unlike the water in his pool, and maybe there are some girls he could chat with. Who knows what could follow.

When he arrives at the quarry, it's all quiet. The sun has dropped from the sky, but it's still glimmering through the woods and between the cliffs, caressing the surface of the road and the lake. He parks the BMW up on the cliff and walks down by the lake.

He's just walking by the waterline when he hears a car. He glances towards the road, and the car is turned off. Someone gets out of the car and the door whumps closed. They haven't noticed Steve, so he pulls behind the cliff and peeks around it towards the car.

It's Hargrove.

He's leaning on the Camaro, his ankles crossed. He has a smoke between his lips and he flicks the Zippo once, twice, three times before the flame comes alive. He inhales greedily through the cigarette, his cheeks hollowing, and snaps the cover of the lighter closed before dropping it into the back pocket of his jeans. He looks down at the smoke between his fingers. He's probably thinking something really hard because his brows furrow, knitting tightly together. Then he looks in front of him, seemingly not really looking at anything in particular though, takes another drag, and flicks the end of the smoke with his thumb to make the ash fall off. He repeats the routine of inhaling through the smoke and flicking off the ash until the smoke is almost finished.

That's when he lifts his head. Maybe he hears something, because he turns to look slightly to his left—and suddenly Steve's world halts between breaths.

The sun is setting, but the rays of light shine through the trees and one of them hits Billy's face, his silhouette carving a shadow into the light and shattering it into thin beams around him. His curls shine bright in the light around the back of his head like a halo, but the silhouette of his face is perfectly sharp. From the curl on his forehead down to his nose, trailing past plump, slightly open lips and finally curving to his chin and neck. Billy must feel the sun on his face, because he closes his eyes and a rare, genuine smile creeps on his face.

Steve has never seen Billy smile like that. Every smile he's ever seen on his face has always been calculated, mean or cocky, made for one thing only: asserting dominance. But this is something Steve has never seen before. The smile is soft, and it lifts Billy's cheeks up, crinkles the corners of his eyes and smooths the crease that was between his eyes a moment before.

Billy is pretty, Steve already knew that, but now Billy looks simply beautiful, and Steve can't tell for the life of him why he hasn't noticed it before. Maybe he's been too occupied with everything that's been shit in his life, including Billy, who's gotten under his skin in a bad way. But that has just changed, because just like that, Steve Harrington is in love with Billy Hargrove.

But then the breath that halted, continues.

"Enjoying the view, Harrington?" Billy asks. Steve's annoyed for a moment—ashamed that he got caught and realizing that maybe that was why Billy was smiling—the feeling rises fast as if it came from his spine and he almost snarks back at Billy. But he manages to stop himself, and instead he asks, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re beautiful, Hargrove?”

And of all things Hargrove could do, bark a laugh or say something snarky or humiliate Steve somehow because he caught him staring, he does the unexpected—blushes. His skin grows pink from his neck up to his cheeks and to his forehead. “Fuck you, Harrington,” he says, but the usual bravado is missing. It’s almost bashful. “The heat must've messed with your head.”

Steve steps out from behind the cliff and looks down, unable to hide his smile. After a while, he looks up at Billy. “I got a few beers. Want one?” “Sure, why not,” Billy says after a while, and stumps his smoke with his boot before walking to Steve.

He sits next to Steve on the gravel near the waterline, leaning his elbows to his knees and accepts the can of beer Steve offers him. Steve looks at him from the corner of his eyes, feeling his own cheeks heating. “Your own pool wasn't enough?” Billy asks. The question isn't sharp like it might've normally been. It's casual, awkward even. “Thought the water might be cooler here. And there might be chicks to chat with.” A smug smile creeps on Billy's face. “Not cooler and no chicks. Tough luck.” Steve purses his lips together to keep his smile from widening. “Well, you're here. That counts.” Billy turns his head slowly to look at Steve, incredulous. He looks as if all the air was punched out of his lungs. Steve lets out a laugh and drinks from his can. Then he glances at Billy. “Wanna take a swim?”

Steve thinks he has the upper hand in this game, but he realizes that he's lost the reins when Billy stands up and starts to pull off his shirt. He does it slowly; the fabric licking his sides and his abs as it slides slowly up, jumping up a little faster as it reveals his pecs and the friction perks up his nipples.

It's deliberate. With all his toying, Steve revealed to Billy that he might actually want him to do exactly this.

And Billy delivers.

The shirt slips over Billy's head, and he turns to look at Steve, his lips slightly parted, his other eyebrow raised as he tosses the shirt onto the gravel. Steve looks away and clears his throat. Billy tsks and asks, teasing, “Isn't this what you wanted to see, pretty boy?” Steve feels his cheeks burning. He can't form a word, he just stares in front of him. From the peripheral vision, he sees Billy smiling. He hears Billy opening the zipper of his jeans. Steve swallows and carefully glances up. The jeans come off as slowly and deliberately as the shirt. The waistband hugs the curve of Billy's asscheeks, making them jiggle a little as they're released from the tight hug of the likely tailored fabric. Billy steps out from the jeans one foot at a time and tosses the jeans on the ground next to his shirt.

That's when Steve realizes Billy is not wearing any underwear.

Billy glances at Steve, and as he walks towards the water, he asks, “Are you coming, Harrington?” “Mm-hmm,” Steve squeaks to his own embarrassment. He gets up and pulls off his shirt.

Steve's undressing slows down when he looks at Billy walking into the water. The confident strides are slowed down by the water that resists his movement and his glutes are working harder the deeper he gets. He's thigh-deep in the water when he finally dives in head first, vanishing under the still glimmering surface.

Steve feels his heart drumming hard against his sternum as if it was whacking its way out from its place with a sledgehammer. He takes off his jeans and briefs as quickly as he can and runs after Billy.

Billy is already halfway towards the buoy that's anchored to mark the opening of the actual quarry, the deepest spot in the lake. Steve catches him easily. Billy has to be an excellent swimmer because he's a lifeguard and likely a surfer too, so he's definitely not swimming as fast as he could. He's letting Steve to catch him.

The game is on, Steve decides.

When Steve catches up with Billy, he picks up the pace, knowing Billy will follow suit. They race to the buoy, Billy eventually winning just by an arm's length. BIlly raises his arms up in the air, laughing. “Winner!” Steve pulls himself against the buoy and looks at Billy with a smile. “That's because I let you.”

Billy's face is lit by sunlight as he quickly looks away from Steve, smiling shyly.

Steve pulls himself closer to Billy and stops right next to him. He can see Billy's chest raising and lowering fast, seeing his raging heartbeat from the bulging vein right beneath the curve of his jaw.

And he knows it isn't because of their short race.

Steve leans into Billy's space, just an inch away, memorizing the position of each tiny freckle on his nose, every crinkle in the corner of his eyes, how impossibly long each one of his eyelashes is, how deep the cupid's bow on his upper lip is.

Billy looks back at Steve and closes the distance between them, connecting their lips together.

Billy's lips are soft, opposite to what Steve thought. The kiss tastes like beer and smoke, but to Steve's surprise hint of strawberry lures in from somewhere. He knows it's not him, so it has to be Billy.

They pull apart, and look at each other, equally confused and surprised. Steve feels like laughing with joy, but Billy's gaze is so soft and his smile so small and fragile that Steve reels the laughter in and settles for a gentle smile.

The last rays of the sun dance on Billy's flushed cheeks, and the light reflects from the water to his eyes, making them sparkle, and suddenly Steve feels so full of everything. He's full of joy and longing and all the fuzzy feelings and passion and he just knows. This is it. It's stupid, it's just their first kiss and there's no guarantee that he'll even get another one—and yet...

He leans in again and Billy meets him halfway.

The kiss is more daring now, and Steve wraps his arm around Billy's waist, pulling them tightly against each other. Billy brushes Steve's lips tentatively with his tongue, and Steve parts them, inviting Billy in. They taste each other in tiny bits, slow careful touches of the tips of their tongues, then growing braver and ending up lapping against each other as far as they can reach.

Steve has kissed his share of lips. Thin and thick ones, chapped and soft ones, cold ones outside in a snowfall, warm ones in the heat of the night.

But never ones like Billy's. It feels new, like it was his first kiss. He vaguely remembers his first kiss, but he knows it never felt like this. Billy is a good kisser. He knows exactly when to push in and pull back, when to nip Steve's lip and when to allow Steve's tongue in his mouth to savour it.

Steve lets go of the buoy he's been holding onto until now and wraps his both arms around Billy, and Billy wraps his legs around Steve's waist, neither ever breaking the kiss.

When they finally run out of air, the break is just for a second and then they're glued back together from their mouths.

They don't notice when the sun vanishes behind the horizon. The dusk settles in, even though the sun still lights the tops of the trees high on the cliff.

“Should we go?” Steve finally asks, whispering, when he sees Billy's skin rippling with goosebumps. “I guess,” Billy breathes reluctantly. “It's cooler now, though.” Billy smirks. “What about the chicks? Worth chatting with?” “I wouldn't mind chatting a bit more.” Billy smiles a wide smile, one that traps his tongue between his teeth and lets go of Steve. Steve's so enamoured that he doesn't realize that Billy is already swimming towards the shore, full speed. “Asshole,” Steve mutters under his breath, and starts chasing Billy as fast as he can.

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 2 years

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18 | prologue

summary: billy has always loved the sea and his mother, and yet he has always known that love wasn't for him. Now that he's older he just has his Camaro and the routine of leaving girls bed's at dawn, yet nothing prepared him for what he saw on one of his nights out.

warnings: domestic abuse, swearing, mentions of sex.

listen to: Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince - Taylor Swift | Family line - Conan Gray | This love - Maroon 5 (playlist here)

word count: 1.5k

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Billy Hargrove had always known that love wasn’t for him.

He might’ve not known it when he was too young when he didn’t manage to perceive what kind of relationship his parents had but god, as soon as he realized it, his perception of loved seemed forever tainted.

He loved his mother, he truly did. She was always there for him, she knew about his dreams and his fears and she never judged him for them. She gave him all the love that a mother would, but even a bit more as it seemed like his father didn’t really like him.

Neil Hargrove was a harsh man, he never showed even a drop of kindness to anyone and even less to his son. He was violent beyond words and although his punches were hard on Billy’s body, his words hit him even harder. It came to a point that Billy knew what his father would say about him as if it was a poem he had to memorize for school, it usually went as: you are worthless, how could I have such an idiot kid? I’m supposed to raise this pussy? Such a waste of space.

It hurt him a lot, he would spend hours crying by his mother’s side.

He didn’t believe it could get any worse, and yet it did.

As he grew older, he didn’t hide in his room like before when the fights between his parents started. The yelling, the screaming, the broken plates, the insults, and soon the punches that ended up with him in the middle trying to defend his mother against his father.

Not that he could do much at ten.

It wasn’t long before the only place where he felt safe wasn’t at home but on the ocean. He loved the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand, he loved the warm summer breeze that cooled off his cheeks and nose when he came to breathe from the water. Soon, his mother got him a surfboard and he couldn’t have been happier. He was so good at it, that his mother and others called him a natural. He could spend hours surfing without a care in the world, he liked how his golden curls soaked with the seawater and feeling like he was all alone as he was draped on his surfboard while resting.

And then his mother left him.

Billy didn’t surf again after that, it hurt too much. He asked her for so long if she was going to come back for him and yet although she had assured her that she would with a trembling voice, it never happened.

He has left with his dad.

He never went surfing again.

After that, something changed in Billy.

He remembered his first report cards, they described him as an extroverted and smart kid, who was kind to his classmates but soon the report cards turned into warnings of his violent tendencies and the multiple fights he got on with classmates of him over the smallest disagreement. People started to fear him at school and soon was known for starting and ending fights.

Then, his father married Susan Mayfield who later turned into Susan Hargrove. She was a beautiful, feminine, and most importantly a quiet woman, who obeyed his father and would stay quiet, unlike his mother. She also had a kid that was the opposite of herself. Max was a tomboy and she didn’t like anything that normal girls would like, she was never quiet and had a lot of opinions. If Billy was being honest, he saw a lot of him in Max.

Nonetheless, Billy’s distrustful demeanor didn’t allow him and Max to get along a lot of the time at first, although sometimes they did and Billy actually felt okay?

It started small, with Billy watching Halloween and Max joining in. Billy taught Max how to ride a skateboard that he was already getting bored as he thought about the car he wanted to buy when he turned sixteen. Billy then taught her how to actually fight. And the moments whenever Billy’s dad beat him, Max stood up for him and tried to protect him since Neil never got it in him to hit Max, she offered him ice after any fight and they would sit alone without talking while listening to music.

He wouldn’t say he loved her as a sister, but he appreciated her.

Soon, after his sixteen birthday, his favorite place became his Camaro. He had worked almost every day since he was fourteen to save enough money to afford it and he spend every day in that car. A deep part inside of him knew that his car reminded him of surfing and the ocean. The waves crashing against the sand were replaced by the engine of his car, the warm summer breeze could also be felt if he pulled all of his windows down and he was an actually good driver although he could be a little reckless.

Most importantly, his appearance plus the car allowed him to get some interesting attention from girls.

He didn’t realize it probably until he started High School, how people would watch him arrive at his cars, how girls would stare at him and how her cheeks would be tainted pink if he got too close to them and soon Billy had his first kiss. Honestly, it was mostly a stolen one by Sharon Carter, who had grabbed Billy by the neck and put her tongue down his throat.

He didn’t particularly enjoy it but with time everything got better.

Soon, Billy realized that if he didn’t enjoy his life and if his home was hell, he decided to take pleasure where he may find it since it was so scarce for him. He started to have fun with girls, multiple girls, but if he was being honest he was pretty picky on who he decided to go out with. Some called Billy a slut and he got the reputation because it did precede him since he was no one’s boyfriend but still, he didn’t particularly enjoy it and he really thought he had a certain code of honor.

He always was pretty clear about what he wanted, which was to mess around and have sex. He always was clear on what he wanted and what he was willing to give. So, he’d enjoyed the company of girls and enjoyed it well but as soon as he started to notice or feel like they were getting too close, too familiar, and have that glimmer in their eyes that only meant one thing, Billy would drop them and run away.

He did it in California, and he did it in Hawkins.

Nonetheless, with Summer over, Tommy and Carol had been all over Billy talking about how he probably should get a Queen otherwise his popularity would decline. He didn’t understand that if he was being honest, he believed that he was still on top but they gave him multiple reasons, such as the fear of the school wasn’t enough, that if he played with too many girls he would become an asshole and that if he wanted to graduate being Hawkin’s King, he should at least meet one girl to go to the major events and become the ‘it couple’.

Billy really thought it was mostly bullshit that Carol had seen in a movie or a magazine but it made him wonder. Billy didn’t ever feel like he was worth something outside the halls of the school and if he lost that, although he didn’t even enjoy being King that much, what worth would he have?

Those were the thoughts that were plaguing him as he drove in the early hours of the morning after leaving the house of his latest fling. He didn’t get too much sleep after the fact or when Tina started to cry once he told her he was done. Honestly, Billy just wanted to cease his thoughts about everything as he drove slowly on the foggy street outside of the suburbs with no end.

And then he heard the roar of an engine that snapped him wide awake.

He turned to his right to see someone.

On a motorcycle.

Not any motorcycle but a fucking Yamaha Vmax.

Billy squinted his eyes and then they opened wide as plates as they saw their legs, or her legs, the short skirt was riled up by the way she was leaning on her bike as she upped the speed.

He didn’t understand if she was going so fast because of the fun of it or because she was actually running away from something. He understood the thrill of going fast in his own car but the way she was driving was right down insane, he was aware that if Hopper caught someone going on the road like that they would be detained as soon as possible, and yet she didn’t seem to care.

And something lighted up in Billy.

A thrill, a desire, something just made him throw his caution out the window.

Without missing a beat, Billy hit his pedals, and off he went behind you.

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thelovelylolly · 3 months

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Hi! Another request you can take as long as you want to do write this!:) a billy hargrove x yn based on the song heather by Conan grey! Fluffy ending please!:))

Heather

Summary: You wish you were Heather... Warnings: hurt/comfort, self-doubt, reader is described as shorter than billy, fem reader, not proofread bc im a bit lazy at the moment lol Word Count: 826 Notes: i cant believe its been like 4 years since conan gray dropped kid krow im going CRAZY AHH

Having a crush on Billy wasn't rare at Hawkins High. Only a few girls were able to win him over, but those were flings to Billy. You were one his best friends, so you saw these girls fawning over him first hand. You saw all the girls laughing just a bit to loud at his jokes and trying to get their hands on him. But you couldn't blame them, he was handsome and charismatic.

It was no surprise that you caught feelings for him, too. You were better at hiding them since you figured you weren't his type.

That's when Heather came into the picture.

She was, at first, like the other girls trying to get Billy's attention. Then, things changed into something else. It wasn't a fling like all those other times, Billy seemed to actually be interested in her. He took her on a nice dates, walked her to her classes, helped her study.

Of course, Billy still hung out with you, but it felt like he was slipping away. It frustrated you, yet you said nothing. He was happy and that was enough for you.

Heather was everything you wanted to be. She was smart, funny, talented, pretty. She was the kind girl next door, the girl everyone would want. You quickly came to terms that she was the girl for Billy, because that's how it always worked. The popular, perfect girl always ended up with the popular guy.

You were fine just standing to the side and letting your best friend be happy. Did it hurt watching your crush be with another girl? Sure, but it would pass.

It had to pass, right?

You tried to make it pass, but Billy started to hang out with Heather more often and spent less time with you. You knew they hadn't made anything official, but things could've changed since Billy didn't have time to tell you.

One day, you even saw her with his jean jacket around her shoulders as she walked to her next class.

That's when you started to distance yourself from Billy. You were still there for him if he needed you, but you didn't want it to look like you were trying to steal him away from Heather.

Sometimes, they would catch your eyes as they walked past you at lunch and it made your heart ache.

You really wished you were Heather.

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You were lounging around your living room on a Friday night, your parents having gone out with friends. You caught up on some magazines you followed and watched some shows, but you were bored. You'd usually spent your Friday nights with Billy doing dumb teenager stuff.

Now, you opted to stay in for the night.

You were flipping through one of your magazines when your doorbell rang. You sighed and tossed your magazine down onto the coffee table. You grabbed a nearby hoodie, not really paying attention to it, and pulled it over your tank top and sleep shorts.

You quickly went to your front door, sparing a quick glance out of the side windows before opening it.

Billy stood there, his hands in his pockets. You saw his eyes look you over before meeting yours.

"That's my hoodie," he said softly.

"What?"

"You're wearing my hoodie," he repeated, stepping inside.

You glanced down, noticing that he was right. He must've left it the last time he was over. You looked back up and saw a smile on his face along with blush on his cheeks.

"What are you doing here, Billy?" You asked.

"I..."

"You...?"

He sighed before pulling his hands out of his pockets and cupping your face with them. He quickly closed the space between you, giving you a short yet passionate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept your face in his hands.

"I really like you."

"R-really?" You asked, still processing if that kiss was real or not. "But what about Heather?"

"She didn't want anything serious," he answered, his hands slowly drifting down to your waist. "And she made me realize that I really just wanted you, she even told me to tell you that I like you."

A smile pulled at your lips as you felt your face heat up. "You got a taste of your own medicine, huh?"

He chuckled. "Guess so."

"Can I be honest?"

He nodded.

"I've liked you for a long time."

You reached up and cupped his cheeked, pulling him into another kiss.

"I could tell," he murmured against your lips.

You pulled away, playfully hitting him as he laughed. "You jerk!"

"I had a good reason why I didn't say anything!" He quickly said. "I promise."

You closed the door behind him then took his hand in yours, leading him to the living room. Then, you smiled and replied, "looks like we have time for you to explain."

He smiled, getting butterflies from knowing that he was the reason you were smiling. "Gladly, sweetheart."

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tommydarlings · 1 year

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Argument with Austin that ends with angry sex + “do you wanna fuck with me right now or get fucked?”

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Like in YOU following you and just being completely obsessed with you. stalker/psychopath!austin

“If I tell you right now to go on your knees, then you will go on you knees, cause you can’t resist me, you can’t, your weak for me, you would do anything for me.” manipulative!austin

“My ex boyfriend edged me 20 times.” “Oh you shouldn’t have told me that baby, you know how challenging I am, let’s try a bit more, shall we?“ You crying and shaking your head, apologising but he's only laughing before he’s edging you 30-35 times??? mean!dom!austin

“Please I can’t anymore.” “but why not? Ur now so perfectly stretched out now.” “Please, you completely used me.” “I know and I am not done doing it.” dom!austin

Threatening Austin with him sleeping on the couch and he’s all cute and begging not to

“If you cum, I’ll stop touching you, if you cum a second time, then you won’t be allowed to cum until I say so, if you disobey me then and cum, I’ll make you cum until your begging me to stop.” mean!dom!austin

You needing to be fucked stupid by him and telling him that. dom!austin

Spill your guts or fill your guts with Austin butler as husband

Him telling you that if you don’t cry while eating spicy chicken in that hot wings show, that he got a present for you then and you telling him that if the present isn’t that he’s fucking you to tears, that you’ll be mad. dom!austin

Attention by Charlie Puth - you and Austin being undercover agents and need to play a couple in love, dancing sexually together and touching and staring at each other / enemies to lovers???

You being a potter (pottery women LMAO) and Austin going to you, pottering and enjoying the time together then him coming again and asking for you and then pottering again and asking you out and him touching you (sexually) but you don’t want it and he respects it and just falling asleep, maybe morning after being all cute and stuff???? (Maybe PDA relationship with Kaia and him 'breaking up' with her then and dating you)

Police officer!austin x reader / her speeding and her paying with sex

Him putting some pill that makes you horny in your drink or food and then refusing to fuck you

Fucking you while he’s driving

You being to shy to tell him that you want him to slap you and spit in your mouth but in the end he fucks you hard and rough with all those kinks + dumbification kink??

Crawling into his lap while he’s gaming

Toxic bf argument (LIKE RLLY TOXIC) but then manipulating you into having sex with him | ultraviolence-Lana del ray???

“Maybe you should leave, before I get to mean and take it out on you.” With Charles and Carlos? Charles and Pierre?

Being obsessed with Carlos's hands

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Closing Time [Billy Hargrove x gender neutral!reader]

Summary: When a sleepy stranger walks into the diner where you work late at night, you thought nothing of it. Until the stranger becomes a regular, you finally get his name, and start to get curious about his story, He doesn’t feel so much like such a stranger anymore. Suddenly you’re compelled to help the man, offering whatever little you have to offer. Will he take you up on it? [canon; takes place between S2 & S3]

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: a bit angsty. Mentions to injury and abuse, nothing specific.

Song inspiration: Closing Time by Semisonic

Author’s note: As usual, I just want Billy to have someone in his life that he can turn to and feel safe with okay??? So I heard this song and came up with this story. Please let me know your thoughts. <3

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“Sir?”

No response.

“Excuse me, sir?” you said a little louder this time, leaning into the booth.

Still nothing.

Reaching out a hand, you hesitantly placed it on the shoulder of the sleeping man and shook him slightly. “Sir, I’m sorry but we’re closing.”

That did it. The curly-haired blond shot awake with a start, fear splashing across his face before he realized where he was. You had immediately retreated from his space once he was awake.

“I’m sorry, sir, but the diner is closing,” you repeated again.

The man’s eyes darted about the empty booths surrounding him before he focused on your concerned face. He ran a hand down his tired face and nodded.

“Right. Sorry,” he uttered quietly, hand reaching into his pocket for something.

This wasn’t the first time the handsome but chronically exhausted man with the curly blond mullet had showed up at the diner late at night. And more often than not, you’d noticed he would drift off to sleep in a booth despite the harsh overhead lights and him drinking copious amounts of coffee poured by you.

It was the only thing he ordered most nights: black coffee almost by the gallon. As the diner began to close around 1am, he would pull out a few crumpled bills and some change to pay for the coffee. He always gave you a generous tip, which immediately endeared you to him. The man always came alone in his growling muscle car and over time he started to prefer a certain booth with cracked red vinyl seats and spotted formica tabletop. It also happened to be in your usual section of tables. Coincidence, probably.

You started to look forward to his visits, the bell jangling over the door bringing your head up in hopes that it was him. But then he came in with a bloody lip one time. Later, it was a cut above his eye. You might have pegged him as a boxer or something but his flawless knuckles said otherwise. It wasn’t your place to ask, but…you worried. About a stranger. Ridiculous.

As he dropped the expected crumpled bills and some coins on the table, you watched as he yawned once again. Your heart lurched.

“Hey, wait,” you spoke up before your brain had even caught up.

The man looked your way and paused.

“Why don’t you sit a minute and have another cup of coffee? Gotta wake up a bit. We don’t want you wrapping your pretty car around a tree cause you drifted off,” you proposed, hoping your tone was light enough to be taken as a joke.

“Um…” he hesitated, patting his pockets.

“No charge,” you assured him. “It’s the last of the pot and would get thrown out anyway,”

That convinced him. “Okay. Thank you.”

You sighed in relief. Walking around the counter, you grabbed the pot, a clean mug and a saucer. Setting it down before him, you poured the dark liquid and started to walk away.

“Would you mind—“ he began, then pausing.

Turning back to the man, you offered a smile. “Yes?”

“C—could you maybe stay a minute? Make sure I don’t fall asleep again before the caffeine kicks in?” he requested, having trouble meeting your eyes.

“Sure,” you replied. “Give me just a second.”

Walking around the counter again, you poured the last inch of coffee down the sink and rinsed the pot before grabbing a plastic tray full of all the salt and pepper shakers you’d already gathered from each table. You carried the tray over to his table and then returned again to lift a bus tub of half-full ketchup bottles that clinked together as you walked. Setting the tub down, you slid into the booth across from the man and resumed your end-of-day tasks.

“Thank you,” he spoke softly.

“Not a problem,” you said with a smile. “It’s nice having company for the boring tasks.”

He returned your smile, then watching as you began to unscrew all the ketchup bottles and turned half of them upside down to drain into the bottle below. The most common term for this was called “marrying the ketchups”, which you found funny. While gravity did it’s job, you loosened all the salt shaker tops and began to use a paper funnel to fill them.

“Y/N, right?” his deep voice and the question surprised you, then you looked down at your plastic name tag still pinned to your shirt.

“Yup. And you are…”

“Billy.”

You nodded. “It’s nice to meet you, Billy. You’re not from around here, are you?”

Billy shifted in his seat, quiet a moment.

“I just meant, um…I noticed your California license plates. Plus, this is a small town,” you explained.

He clenched his jaw, nodding once in confirmation. “Yeah. Moved to the next town over, Hawkins, last Fall.”

“Makes sense,” you muttered, keeping your hands busy.

Billy sipped his coffee, staring out the window into the darkness for a few silent moments.

“How long have you worked here?” he asked.

“About two years,” you replied, keeping your focus on the salt shakers. “Started picking up shifts after school to help pay the bills.”

He nodded, cupping the coffee mug with both hands and staring into its depths.

Keeping your hands moving, you switched to the pepper shakers. You almost expected him to ask you to expand on your statement, but to your surprise, he didn’t. As if…he already understood.

“What brings you all the way out here in the middle of the night?” you asked.

He shrugged a shoulder. “Just for the coffee,” he jested with a hint of a smile and you returned it. “And sometimes…I just need to get out of the house. Go for a drive to clear my head.”

“I get it,” you said with a nod.

You finished screwing on the tops of the now-full pepper shakers and started to do the same with the ketchup, and then a second pair of hands was helping. Billy grabbed an empty inverted ketchup and set it aside before screwing on the lid of the full bottle.

“You don’t have to do that.”

Billy shrugged again. “For the coffee.”

Once you both finished, you stood up from the table and lifted the salt and pepper tray. You walked to each booth and returned one of each to the tables and with a glance you saw that Billy was doing the same for the ketchups. You ducked your head and hid the smile on your lips. Tasks accomplished, you returned the tray and bus tub to their spots behind the counter.

“Thank you for the help.”

“Thanks for the coffee,” Billy replied, digging a hand into his tight jeans and fishing out his car keys. “I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah. See you around, Billy.”

You followed him to the door. He stepped out into the cold and you turned the lock behind him. Watching as he slipped into the drivers seat, the growl of the engine roared to life and your gaze followed until you lost sight of brake lights around the bend.

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Billy’s late-night visits were sporadic but frequent. Sometimes you caught a smile or two, other times Billy was quiet and withdrawn with his head hanging in an attempt to hide an injury. Your heart sank each time the second Billy showed up, but a selfish side of you were still just glad he had come around to the diner.

He seemed to stay awake a little more over time, making attempts at conversation whenever you came to refill his coffee cup. There were still a couple times a month when he dozed off and you nudged him awake. You continued to wonder why he preferred a dingy diner for sleep rather than his own bed at home, but it wasn’t your place to ask.

As the clock came around to closing time, you often offered the last dregs of coffee to Billy for his drive home and maybe even the occasional piece of pie that crumbled when you tried to serve it to a customer. He always insisted to pay but you waved him off, claiming you’d eaten enough pie for a lifetime by now.

Billy didn’t hesitate to assist you in any of your closing tasks, although you always assured him he didn’t have to. You’d even approached him with the possibility of a job so he could get paid to do such menial tasks. He thanked you, but wasn’t sure he could be reliable enough. Another curious piece of the puzzle from this mystery man.

One night, you carried the coffee pot to what you now referred to as Billy’s table and slid into the seat across from him. Billy’s arms were crossed on the tabletop and his handsome face was resting in the crook of his elbow. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of your movement.

He sat up, glancing over at the clock above the counter. “Sorry. I should go.”

A thought occurred to you. “I have a couch.”

Billy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and confusion.

“I—I mean, if you’re ever too tired to drive. You’re welcome to crash on my couch. It’s not far and I figure the odds aren’t in your favor the more you drive drowsy down these dark roads,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze as you filled his mug one last time.

He was quiet a moment, wrapping his hands around the cup as he gazed into the steaming, dark liquid. “Thank you. But I don’t want to put you out. I should go home.”

You nodded. “Of course. It wouldn’t be a bother at all, but no pressure. The offer still stands.”

Billy gave you a smile as you slipped out of the booth and set out to finish your end of night tasks.

You never mentioned the offer again in Billy’s next few visits and then he didn’t come around for a few weeks. Part of you was disappointed but then you hoped that maybe Billy had finally escaped whatever situation he kept running away from in the middle of the night. You resigned yourself to probably never see him again, until one night just as you were outside locking the door, about to head for home.

A familiar growling engine got louder and the blue Camaro turned into a parking spot in front of the diner. Billy stepped out of the car, moving slower than usual. As he stepped closer, the light of a nearby street lamp finally illuminated his features. Billy’s left cheekbone was bright red and beginning to swell while a hand was holding the right side of his ribcage.

“Billy? Wha—“

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his bright blue eyes blinking repeatedly to fight back tears. “Is that couch offer still open?”

Startled a moment, you nodded. “I—yeah. Yes, of course. Let’s go.”

Double checking the door was locked, you stepped down the stairs and lead the way around the corner and across the street. A glance behind you told you Billy was following behind. You slowed your pace, letting him catch up and so he didn’t have to struggle.

“I’m just up the street,” you told him, pointing to a four-plex at the end of the next block.

Billy nodded, barely glancing up before he dropped his head again.

The pair of you walked on in silence a few more minutes before reaching the staircase that led up to your apartment. You climbed and Billy followed, pausing as you slipped your key into the lock and opened the door. A flick of the light switch illuminated your small but cozy apartment. You were suddenly embarrassed by the untidy state you had left it in this morning.

“Sorry, I should have cleaned up a little more…” you trailed off, grabbing a few magazines off the couch and pair of shoes from the entryway. “Come in. Make yourself at home.”

You quickly shuffled down the short hallway and tossed a few more items into your bedroom. On the way back, you stopped at the small linen closet and grabbed a pillow and a couple blankets, then depositing them on the couch for Billy.

The man was still standing in the entryway, looking uncertain.

“Have a seat, Billy. If you want,” you offered.

Walking into the adjacent kitchen, you grabbed a dish towel and a ziplock bag before filling it with ice. You also poured a glass of water and tucked the aspirin bottle under your arm before carrying it all into the small living room. Billy had finally taken off his jacket that was now draped over the couch’s arm and the man was seated gingerly on the edge of the cushion. Depositing the glass of water and bottle of aspirin on the coffee table, you held out the ice pack toward Billy. He blinked a few times before accepting it.

“Is there anything else you need? There’s not a lot in the fridge but you’re welcome to anything in the kitchen. Bathroom’s down the hall to the right. I have to be up early but don’t feel like you have to rush out on my account. Just lock the knob on your way out,” you told him, matter-of-factly.

You waited a moment, watching as Billy’s gaze remained on the ice pack in his hands, the clink of ice the only sound in the room.

Billy finally spoke, his voice quiet. “You’re not going to ask?”

Hesitating a moment, you took a seat in the chair perpendicular to the couch and weighed your words.

“Of course I wonder, but…I don’t want you to feel like you have to share if you don’t want to. You’re welcome to stay here whether you share an explanation or not. I’m here to listen if or when you’re ready.”

Billy inhaled a shuddering breath and nodded, blinking rapidly at the moisture in his brilliant blue eyes. A rogue droplet trailed down his cheek before he raised the ice pack to the swollen cheek, staunching the tears.

“Why are you doing this?” Billy asked, his voice wavering with emotion. “For me?”

You let out a sigh, shrugging. “Because I can. It costs me nothing to help another person. Because…I’ve been in a similar situation and wish I had somewhere safe to go back then with no strings attached.”

Billy nodded again, letting out a sniffle.

“Get some sleep, Billy,” you requested, rising from your seat and heading to bed.

“Thank you.”

You barely caught his soft words, but paused just a moment to look back and met his eye with a smile before drifting off to bed.

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In the morning, you crept quietly toward the bathroom and then the kitchen to make coffee, trying to avoid waking your guest. One glance at the empty couch told you Billy had already left, though. Your heart sank, hoping he had felt comfortable enough to at least get a little rest.

The blankets were folded already with the pillow on top. Walking to the sink, you spotted that the towel you gave him was now dry and the few dirty dishes you’d left in the sink were now washed and drying in the dish rack. Perhaps as a form of payment?

Shaking your head at the unnecessary but still appreciated action, you reached for the coffee maker and thought of the mysterious man who you’d let into your home last night. You still didn’t know what in his life brought him into yours, but you couldn’t help but be grateful.

And if he ever needed a place to rest again, well, you hoped he’d remember that you might just have an empty couch to offer and a listening ear.

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So? Thoughts?? I just wanna give Billy the biggest hug. :(((( He deserves the world. I have thoughts about more of this story and the reader’s backstory. I might write it if there’s interest. I’d love to hear any feedback or thoughts on this story. I’m still working on Sink or Swim, my Billy series but I hit a wall and decided to jump on this idea. Love you all.

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