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Stranger Than Fiction
Part 26: Attitude
Billy Hargrove x Reader (Slowburn)
Part 1,... (Masterlist)...Part 26, Part 27 (Coming Soon)...
AN: Wow, twice in one week. Wild. Hope you guys like it!! Let me know what you think!
Word Count: 3,090
Warnings: none
You relish the feeling of the asphalt under your shoes. Lengthening your stride, feeling the pull of your muscles, you set a steady pace. You barely notice the cold after a mile. In a way it’s almost comforting, the frozen air pressing around you biting at your exposed skin, almost like a kiss. The night is dark and peaceful, most people are already asleep at this hour. It swallows you whole, hiding all the parts of yourself you’ve been trying to ignore.
You know you should hate it. After seeing all the evil things that can hide in the dark, you should be terrified. But you’re not. A familiar shiver traces down your spine, like the darkness around you recognizes the darkness in you. A part of it will always live inside you, etched into your very skin, down to the bone. You can feel it with you now. The tingling sensation prickling around your scars, twisting down your back, it’s always there, but in the cold night air its caress feels like an old friend.
You fall into it, the feeling allowing you to drift in and out of thought. The inky blackness pouring into you, filling the space in your mind where confusing and complicated thoughts once dwelled. Thoughts about Billy, about Steve, and Nancy, Jonathan, your mom, Hopper… all those loud thoughts smothered by the blanket of darkness. It’s peaceful here, in this place of no feeling. It would be easy to stay… It always was.
You don’t know how long you walk, instinctively making your way down the street. Your stride is suddenly interrupted when part of your shoe becomes detached, flopping against your heel as you shuffle to a halt. Shaking yourself out of whatever fog you had fallen into, you lean down to inspect your sneaker. You can see in the dark that the back part of the sole on your right shoe has finally given up. The piece of rubber dangles loosely from the rest of the shoe. Prodding the damage gently you’re hardly surprised when another inch peels away from the main shoe.
“Fuck.” You mutter under your breath, trying to press the rubber back into place hoping that maybe it will magically adhere long enough for you to make it home. A light flashes from behind you on the road, the sound of an engine disrupting the silence of the night. In the headlights you are able to see just how distressed your shoe is, illuminating the irreparable damage.
Straightening up, you turn slightly to assess the oncoming car. Its headlights blind you for a moment, you lift your hand to shield your eyes as the car comes closer. You can tell it’s slowing down as it approaches you. Your heart beats a little faster, you try to tell yourself it’s probably nothing, just a concerned Hawkins resident out for a drive… in the middle of the night. You take a step back, off the road, your muscles tensing in preparation, keeping your arm loose at your side, knowing that it will take you 2 seconds to get the knife from your ankle.
The car comes to a stop beside you, the drivers’ window already lowered. You can’t see into the car, your eyes struggling to readjust.
“Didn’t you learn your lesson last time you almost froze to death?” The driver says. Of course. As your eyes focus you can make out Billy’s sharp features, his white teeth flashing as he grins up at you. You can’t stop the upward tilt of your own lips, your stomach twisting at the familiarity of the situation.
“What can I say? My tutor says I’m a slow learner.” You say with a shrug, crossing your arms over your chest. Billy huffs a laugh, rolling his eyes.
“Sounds like a smart guy.” He replies with a smirk. Before you can reply he cuts you off. “If you keep standing there giving me attitude your fingers are going to freeze. Get in the car before I have to drag your ass to the hospital.” You open your mouth to refuse but as you shift your feet you feel the sole of your shoe slide, reminding you of your current predicament. Another mile and you’ll be hopping on one foot.
“Fine.” You agree. If it were another day you would laugh at the surprised look on Billy’s face. In all the times he’s offered to give you a ride, this is one of the first times you’ve actually accepted. “But only because I think my foot would actually get frostbite if I don’t, and I don’t feel like getting a lecture from my mom if I get taken to the hospital.” You explain, walking around the car, limping with the awkward flop of your sole with each step.
Billy reaches over the seat to unlock your door before you get to it, rolling up his window as you climb in. The heat from inside the car washes over you, drawing your attention to how cold your limbs had grown. You hadn’t even noticed. Sliding into the passenger seat, you close your door and buckle your seatbelt.
“Why are you limping?” Billy asks, his eyes searching over you in the dim light of the car before reaching above him to flick on the interior lights. He looks you over from head to toe, searching for any sign of injury. You prop your foot up on your knee, allowing the light to shine down on your busted sneaker.
“Looks like they just finally gave up.” You comment, flicking the dangling piece of rubber. Billy’s expression relaxes slightly, seeing that it’s just your shoe falling apart, not you.
“What are you doing walking out here anyway?” He asks, flicking off the light. “I thought you left with Harrington.” He says, turning away from you to face the road, putting the car into gear. You can see his shoulders tense, despite how calm his voice sounds, the muscle in his jaw fluttering.
“I just drove him home.” You tell him, watching his expression carefully from the corner of your eye as you lean forward pretending to look at your shoe. You wonder why he would be so curious. You know he had seen you leave with Steve so why was he… Suddenly something occurs to you.
“What are You doing here?” You ask pointedly. You hear his hands tightening around the wheel, his gaze locked forward, again that muscle in his jaw ticks.
“I was just in the area.” He says, attempting to keep his tone casual. You know he’s lying. It’s getting too easy to read him these days.
“I saw you at Tinas’.” You tell him. His eyes flicker to you briefly before returning to the road.
“I saw you too.” He says, his voice suddenly hard. Your stomach drops uncomfortably and you look back to your foot. You aren’t sure why you feel like you’ve done something wrong. You grit your teeth together in irritation. You did absolutely nothing wrong. You were just hanging out with Steve, Billy was the one with some girl hanging all over him.
“I thought you would have wanted to stay at the party. You looked pretty… occupied.” You try to keep your voice indifferent but a slight bitterness tinges the edges despite your efforts. You hate the jealous feelings swirling in your gut. You have no claim to Billy. The two of you hardly tolerate each other.
Still, you find it hard to ignore the fact that there is something volatile between you, something wild, almost dangerous. You’ve been trying to stamp out the ember between the two of you since you met, somehow it keeps flickering back to life fanning itself into a flame the closer the two of you get.
“Yea, if I was desperate and bored enough I might have considered it.” Billy says, immediately catching what you're alluding to. Who you’re alluding to. “Girls like that are only fun for a minute, they tend to get a bit clingy if you give them a taste.” He goes on, shooting you a devilish smirk, explaining it to you like it’s the most simple thing in the world. Your face burns at the implication of his words.
“oh.” Is all you can manage, toying with your shoelace hoping the dim lighting hides your undoubtedly flushed cheeks. Billy chuckles lightly, seemingly amused by your lack of response. You should be used to this, he’s always saying things to fluster you, he must get a kick out of it or something. He clears his throat after a beat, keeping his eyes ahead.
“I thought you would have wanted to stay at Harringtons’, sure he wouldn’t have minded.” His tone sounds shockingly similar to how yours had, going for casual but a bitter undertone slipping through. The meaning behind his words is not lost on you.
“We’re friends.” You say, reflexively defensive. Billy scoffs.
“Right.” He says, shaking his head. It’s clear he doesn’t believe you. You cut your eyes to him in a narrowed glare.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, letting your irritation bleed through. Billy seems unaffected, his shoulders shaking slightly with a humorless laugh.
“Come on, Loca. I know you’re crazy but I didn’t know you were blind too.” He says, his smirk taking on the wolfish aspect you associate with his cruelty. “He hangs around you like a love-sick puppy! He can’t go two seconds without touching you. You’re really going to try and tell me you’re ‘just friends’?” He asks, lifting a brow in disbelief. Your face flushes with anger replacing any sort of embarrassment you would feel at Billy’s description of yours and Steves’ relationship.
“Steve is going through a lot right now.” You respond tensely, meeting his eyes evenly. He turns his eyes back to the road, another dry laugh escaping him, causing you to grit your teeth harder.
“Oh right! I forgot who I was talking to. The saint of Hawkins High, trying to save poor Stevie boy from his broken heart.” Your anger flares in your chest, pulsing against your ribs. Billy didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. He didn’t know Steve, he didn’t know what the two of you had been through together. How much death and darkness you had helped each other through. You would be DEAD without Steve Harrington.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You hiss, struggling to keep your hands from shaking in anger, curling them into fists in your lap. Billy doesn’t miss this, he keeps pushing.
“Trust me, the broken heart routine only lasts until he gets what he wants form you loca.” He tells you harshly. You scoff at that.
“Oh and you’re an expert, right? Had a lot of practice?” You spit back. You think you see hurt flash across his face but only for a moment and he’s back to himself.
“I may not be an expert but I’ve definitely been around the block a few times.” He tells you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as they pull back from his teeth in a knowing grin. “Which is more than you can say if your reaction this afternoon is anything to go off of.” You gap at him, your anger coming to a screeching halt as you try to think of a response.
“I- That- That’s none of your business.” You blurt out. Billy laughs again.
“Oh don’t be embarrassed loca, we all have to start somewhere.” He coos, giving you a look of fake sympathy. “I’m just surprised you’ve made it this long with how Harrington seems to be pawing at you.” You know he’s trying to hurt you. You’re not sure why, but he couldn’t be further from the truth.
“I told you it’s not like that.” You insist, pressing yourself further into your seat, turning your body away from him to face the window. You watch the dark shapes blur past, melting together.
“What’s it like then?” He asks. You know he doesn’t expect a response. Anyone else would have nothing to say to that. But there is a small part of you that needs him to understand. You’re not sure why, but you tell him the truth. Or at least part of it.
“Steve was there when I was attacked last year.” You say calmly. It’s like all the air is sucked out of the car. Billy says nothing. You can feel his eyes on the back of your shoulder, where he knows the top of your scars starts. He’s seen them, he knows how the skin is puckered, still angry and raised along the flesh of your back, you know he’s picturing them. “He’s the one who drove me to the hospital, thinking I was dead. He held my hand when I was in a coma, visited me as much as he could when I woke up, brought me homework, kept me company even when I thought I didn’t want it.” You speak without emotion. These are all facts. It’s who Steve was even before he became one of your closest friends. “He’s been a good friend to me. An amazing friend.” You let yourself smile gently at the thought. “I intend to be the same for him.”
The car gently comes to a stop in front of your house. You turn back to Billy. He’s not smiling now, any trace of the cocky Billy that was teasing you moments ago is gone. Instead he keeps his eyes straight ahead, his knuckle white where they grip the wheel. He is eerily still, his tense shoulders barely rising with each breath. There is a beat of silence. It feels like you’re balancing on a tightrope, one wrong move and Billy will snap.
“Thanks for the ride.” You nearly whisper, unbuckling your seatbelt. You reach to open your door, Billys’ hand on your arm stops you. You turn back to meet his gaze in the dim light of the car, he looks almost angry, his eyes intense as he focuses on your face. You steel your nerves, preparing for whatever hurtful comment he has ready.
“I didn’t know.” He says softly. The contrast between the hard edges of his expression and the gentleness of his tone is extreme. You realize then that the anger in him is for himself. You soften, knowing this is the closest to an apology Billy can give you.
“It’s okay. You know now.” You tell him. His expression only tightens, his hand gentle on your arm tenses slightly. Leaning back you take his hand from your arm, holding it in your lap as you turn towards him fully. “It’s okay Billy. I didn’t tell you to make you feel bad.” You explain, hoping he can see the honesty in your eyes. He searches your face, his expression loosening a bit.
“Why did you tell me?” He asks, keeping his voice low. You hesitate.
Why did you tell him? Your thumb grazes over the knuckles of his hand, feeling the raised bumps of the scars there. Sometimes you forget that he has scars too, each one with their own story.
“Because I wanted you to know.” Is the only explanation you can offer. You’ve felt a connection to Billy from the moment he almost hit you with his car. Somewhere along the way between nearly dying again and living with the mess your life has become, you’ve found yourself drawn closer and closer to this angry boy. You want to tell him the truth, to offer him a part of you so few have access to. There is no explanation for it but you want to know Billy and you want him to know you too.
It must be enough for him because after searching your face a moment longer, his shoulders relax slightly. You fight the urge to lean closer and use your fingers to smooth out the tension in his jaw.
You know what the stubble would feel like, you felt it against your neck earlier today. Your stomach swirls at the memory. You worry that he can see the thoughts dancing through your mind with how his eyes search yours. His hand gently takes one of yours, his thumb lightly swiping over your palm sending a shiver up your arm.
“Come over tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 12.” Billy tells you. It’s not so much an invitation as a demand. Very Billy.
“And if I have plans?” You ask, living your brow in challenge. Billys’ small smirk sends warmth flooding through you.
“Cancel them.” He tells you simply. Before you can reply, Billy cuts you off by bringing your hand to his lips. His breath ghosts over your knuckles as he presses a gentle kiss to the skin. Your hand reflexively tightens in his, the words catching in your throat. Goosebumps explode across your skin and you’re sure your face is so red it’s probably glowing in the dark.
Billy’s light chuckle only adds to the heat gathering low in your stomach.
“So that’s how I get rid of the attitude.” Billy muses, watching you closely. He moves to bring your hand to his lips again, turning it slightly to press another kiss to the inside of your wrist. You can barely hear his words over the sound of blood pounding in your ears. “I would have put my mouth on you a lot sooner if I had known that.” He whispers the words against the sensitive skin of your wrist. Just when you think your heart is going to pound out of your chest, Billys’ teeth gently nip at your arm causing you to let out a small gasp. The sudden noise from you seems to break the spell he must have put on you.
You rip your arm out of his grasp, whipping around in your seat to fumble at the door knob. You nearly fall out of the car when you finally fling the door open, the cold December air sobering you up as you scramble from the vehicle. Billy laughs from the driver’s seat, causing you to glare back at him.
Your only response is to slam the passenger door and turn, striding up your driveway.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, loca! 12 o’clock!” Billy yells from the window before he revs his engine so loudly you’re sure you will be getting a call from your neighbors. You roll your eyes, not bothering to watch as his taillights disappear into the night.
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STRANGER THINGS PORN LINKS
VOL. 1 — [MALE ONLY]
[VOL. 2– (FEMALE)]
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includes: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Argyle, Gareth Emerson, 001/Peter, Enzo/Dmitri, Jim Hopper, Officer Callahan
(MORE IF REQUESTED)
warning: these are links that contain porn !!
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⥤ STEVE HARRINGTON
fucking in the backseat of steves car.
steve being rough, hella rough with you.
steve thrusting into you up close.
steve worships your body, like treasure.
⥤ EDDIE MUNSON
eddie messing you up with his man bun.
eddie puts you in more than one position.
eddie fucking you while standing.
eddie having you on top while his thrusting into you.
⥤ JONATHAN BYERS
jonathan let’s you rub yourself on his cock.
jonathan and you working together; teamwork.
gamer!jonathan breeds you in his gaming chair.
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⥤ BILLY HARGROVE
billy feds you his cock.
you giving billy backshots with his shirt on.
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billy having you bounce on him in his car.
⥤ ARGYLE
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argyle fucking you in his van outside his job.
⥤ GARETH EMERSON
gareth fingers you before having ur back arched.
gareth having his rings on while teasing you.
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⥤ PETER BALLARD/001
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peter just loves eating you up.
⥤ ENZO/ DMITRI ANTONOV
enzo fingering you.
enzo receiving sloppy bounces from you.
enzo getting head from you plus getting to fucking you all in one day.
enzo fucking you hard and deep, as he doesn’t even try and holding back anymore.
⥤ OFFICER CALLAHAN
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callahan misses you & need you in different places.
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⥤ JIM HOPPER
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jim having you ride him, backwards & forwards.
jim has your hands tied up, as he thrusts into you.
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@antraa-blog1 because you so kindly asked for more Billy :))
Summary: Steve just won't get the hint that you and Billy are in love with each other and that you won't leave him.
Warning: allusions to sex.
Billy kept an eye trained on you from across the hall as you giggled with your friend. He leaned back against his locker as you took out books from yours. His eyebrows furrowed when you picked up an envelope with a heart drawn across the front, clearly from an admirer and definitely not from him. You dropped it, you and your friend's laughs ringing throughout the hall as you shut your locker closed.
He followed you as you made your way to class, very aware of everyone who laid an eye on you. You sat down on a seat in the back row, your friend sitting on one side of you. Bill glared down at the boy sitting on your opposite side, and he scurried off to find another seat. He slumped down on the chair and you turned to look at him, flashing him a bright smile.
It was inevitable that the two of you would become an item. You, the sunshine of the school, so willing to crack jokes at the worst time, a flirtatious glint always present in your eyes. You were never afraid to bite back. And him. The mysterious player who had girls falling for him at his feet. The new king of Hawkins. The athletic jock who had women lining up to be the next one in the back of his car.
You wanted to know what was so special about him. He wanted to know what was so special about you. Along that journey, you somehow both ended up in the same bed. Naked and in love.
Ever since you got together, people knew to not mess with either of you. Apart from one person in particular.
Billy passed you a note.
'Who was it from'
You look over to him, a confused look on your face. When his expression didn't change, his jaw still clenched, a look of realisation fell on your features. You shrugged at him, not having opened the letter yet. When the bell rang, Billy threw his bag over his shoulder, grabbing your books while you stood up and left the classroom with you running after him. He stopped at your locker, fiddling with the combination. You took the books from him so he could put the numbers in faster and he ripped open the locker door, finding the letter.
"Billy, let me." He shook his head, fuming, but you gently eased the letter out of his hands, handing him your books back.
'You know you want me. I can show you a better time than he can. My place, after school.
S.H'
You pressed the letter to your chest "Billy you don't want to read that." He ripped the paper from your hands and you held his forearm, as though preventing him from getting angry. He chuckled angrily and looked down the hall, searching for the culprit. He clutched the paper in his hand, shoving past you and you sighed, knowing what would come next. You closed your locker, throwing your head back with a groan before following Billy. You ended up in the cafeteria, watching as Billy took Harrington from the collar and slightly lifted him up his seat. "What is this?" He was saying threateningly, holding up the letter.
"You need to get the fucking hint that she's mine. If you don't your head is going to be hung up on my bedroom wall like a trophy and you can be there to watch her scream out my name. Every. Single. Time"
"Billy. Billy, look at me." You spoke once you made your way over to where he stood. He turned over to look at you and his face slightly softened. You took his face in your hands, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Once you pulled away, you took one of his hands, trying to pull him away from the scene. He nodded, walking with you for a couple of steps before turning back and punching the boy straight in the nose.
Your eyes widened and you bit your lip, but your chest still swelled up with pride. Billy wiped a bloody hand on his trousers and held it out for you to hold. You took it, happily walking out of the cafeteria with him.
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dating billy hargrove hc ❦
- he always has his eyes on you, getting changed his watching you, getting ready to go out his watching you, reading a book his watching you, spending time with your friends his of course watching you.
- he is very overprotective especially when you are wearing something revealing, he also wouldn’t be able to take his hands of you.
- you both are always talking shit about people you both hate.
- extremely toxic relationship, but after every argument he is always trying to make it up to you, even if it’s make up sex or him getting you a present or writing a letter because he doesn’t know how to open up.
- he has a picture of you in his wallet and he secretly admires it when his alone, he even admires it when his jerking of to the thought of you.
- he is always trying to stay away from home so he always comes over to your house or sneaks in at night so he doesn’t have to face his father.
- he doesn’t like to admit this but he has a soft spot for kids (just the thought of billy playing with kids literally warms my heart).
- he hates crying but sometimes he would come over to your house after a fight with his dad and just cry in your arms begging you to never leave him “baby please never leave me, i love you so much”.
- it’s no surprise his extremely dominant but sometimes when his feeling down he likes when you take care of him, he also doesn’t like to admit this but he secretly enjoys it when you do take care of him.
- when your reading a filthy book he likes to embarrass you by reading it to you.
- at parties when he sees you dancing with other people or a guy gets close to you he always storms his way through and death stares them to leave.
that’s all for now, let me know if you want any requests as i’m in my writing era again <3
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I'm so funny ik
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Somebody's knockin'
Should I let him in?
Lord, it's the devil
Would you look at him?
I've heard about him
But I never dreamed
He'd have blue eyes and blue jeans
I got possessed, I draw a bit too much for my standard. My back hurts and I should sleep, but here an harringrove crumble
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[ billy’s funeral ]
steve : can i have a moment alone with him, please?
everyone : of course.
steve : okay listen dipshit, i know you’re not dead.
billy, opening his eyes : yeah, no shit. come dig me up at midnight.
steve : we gonna ran away together?
billy : obviously.
steve : sweet.
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Day Two: Billy Hargrove + Titfucking
Billy had a rough day. Working was a bitch sometimes, and with that would come the frustration of having to drive home just to deal with his dick of a father.
The thought of you being there was always a soothing thought in the back of his head. He breathed deeply for starting up the engine and starting his short drive back home. When he parked he could barely see his light on in his bedroom. Regardless of that his thoughts were taken from his by his father.
"Would you turn that damn thing off, and get inside this house." Billy did what he was told, not in the mood to fight with his father. Or truly in the mood to do anything. Billy locked his Camaro, and walked inside with ease. Y/n was sitting at the dinner table, and that's when Billy started to grow confused. Sure Y/n was staying over, but Billy father never knew about it. Fuck he never asked Billy anything about his life.
"I found this lovely lady waiting for you on the porch." Max's mother hollered from the other room. "I invited her in for dinner, hope that's okay." She added as she came into view. Her face was a little bruised, and I wonder for a moment before I look over at Y/n, she's smiling the best she can and looking at for comfort.
"Yeah that's cool." I said moving to sit down next to her. Dinner was fast, and since Max was off galavanting with her friends it was just the four us. Once dinner was over we were off the hook and racing back to my room for clarity and safety.
I sat on the edge of my bed, and ran my hands through my hair a couple of times. I heard the door lock, and when I looked up Y/n was between my legs. Her knees pressed into the hardwood floor. Her elbows resting on my knees. I ran my fingers through her hair and down to her cheeks. "What are you doing darlin'?" I asked, "You looked so tired when you first walked in and well… it only got worse from there honey." Y/n told me, "I have an idea, to relax you just a little bit."
Before i could answer i felt her hands throw down my zipper on my jeans and pull them down my thighs. I was all hers, and this moment that's all I wanted. The tips of her long nails grazed softly over the tip of my cock in my boxers, if I was wasn't hard from that I was most definteyl hard when she throw off her shirt, and bra reavealing her most perfect tits to me. "Are you gonna?" I tried to ask, she shushed, and nodded.
Only this girl could make my heart swoon the way it does sometimes. She's hard to read and because of that it only makes my cock that harder. I felt my cock leave that restrains of the boxers, and into her soft hand. She stroked me a few times, and then her plush tits swallowed my cock. I watched from above her. "Fuck… Y/n." Her tits doing most of the work until her tongue started to tease the tip of my cock. Kitten licks everytime her tits would come down my shaft.
One of my hands landed in her hair as the other landed behind to support my weight. "You're so pretty like this, just taken me so good. Anythign for me right?" She moaned around the tip of my cock at one point that sucked lightly, my eyes went white. Busting all over her tits and face, the tension that had been in my shoulder was gone now. She winked up at me, swiping a finger across her chest and scooping it into her mouth.
"Fucking get up here, naughty fuckin' girl."
Completed on: 06/02/23
Posted on: 10/02/23
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Yandere Billy Hargrove Drabble
Word count ; 5.5k
*Edited.
TW : Themes of abuse (it's Billy Hargrove) & suicide.
*Side note : I should be getting back to the normal upload schedule tomorrow! Thanks for yins' patience.
It started out like any other shallow attraction. He was on the afternoon shift at the pool as a lifeguard, the heavy summer sun beating down on him. Billy’s eyes scanned the various women around the pool, perversely drinking in each body. Nobody could tell because of the sunglasses, but that’s what he was always up to.
And that’s when he heard it. A piercing, angelic giggle. His entire body shifted, and that’s when he saw her. A young woman around his age was bouncing in from the locker room, surrounded by a small group of friends. Her laugh was so innocent, and yet, she was wearing a bikini, which contradicted that. She had a cute towel clutched underneath her armpit, and her eyes kept flitting around joyously. She adorned a soft smile.
It took Billy’s breath away. She had no idea what about her did so. He almost lost control of his body, wanting nothing more than to climb down and approach her.
But that wasn’t how Billy worked. He drew the women to him. Not the other way around. The only thing that he noticed as she set her stuff on a reclined chair with her pals was a chubby little boy who was running around the pavement in the corner of his eye.
That was just the distraction he needed. He reached for his whistle and blew. The entire pool became silent, eyes glued to Billy’s form. The only person he noticed, though, was her. Her doe eyes examining him. He lowered the whistle.
“Hey, lardo! Stop running!” he boomed.
After a moment of silence and watching the kid tremble out of embarrassment he blew the whistle again. The hustle and bustle of the pool ensued once more but immediately his eyes flitted back to the mysterious and attractive new woman. She was still stunned, watching Billy. He resisted a smug smirk.
Already, she was just where he wanted her.
And yet, the afternoon passed, just like that. And the next shift he had, the woman didn’t show. Billy wasn’t sure why he was so enamored with someone who’s name he didn’t know. But he was. And that made the difference. He even hooked up with some of his frequents, and yet, as he fucked the living daylight out of them, his thoughts automatically turned to the beautiful woman who had an even more beautiful laugh.
When Billy went to bed, he heard it. Singled out, despite how loud the pool had been that day. In his dreams, he saw her, frolicking in the water with her friends. At work, his head would turn in anticipation every time a woman walked through that door.
But it was never her. And Billy wasn’t sure why, but he was petrified that it would never be her again.
It was almost the end of summer. The mysterious woman, Billy had convinced himself, was nothing but a heat-of-the-summer hallucination. It made sense to him, because never had a single woman captivated him so much. Never had a laugh been so attractive to him.
He had but a few more shifts before the pool shut down. It saved the water bills since school was starting in a few weeks and the kids would stop coming.
Billy was glad for that. He didn’t like kids. He never had. They were just stupid little shitheads as far as he was concerned.
He was shaken from his thoughts when, all of a sudden he heard it. That same melodic laugh. His entire body swerved, and even when he realized he was looking right at that same woman who had captured him solely by existing, he was sure it was a hallucination.
It was the same routine as last time. She returned to the same beach chair with her friends. It was so robotic that he had a hard time understanding if she was even real. And, even when the same ‘lardo’ was running around the pool, he didn’t notice. He was too enamored by the woman.
And then, she jumped in the water. Some of her friends began giggling and laughing, nudging her in the water. Her cheeks flushed, and Billy couldn’t help but wonder what for. That was, at least, until a friend motioned Billy’s way. He seized up.
Why was he nervous? The woman’s eyes flickered over his direction before turning away, abashed. Billy was always so confident. And yet, he was so worried about what she thought of him. Did she think he was attractive? Creepy? Did she think anything at all about him?
The sunglasses slid down the rim of his nose, revealing his azure eyes. The woman’s gaze returned to Billy, but this time, she didn’t look away immediately. They maintained steady eye contact much to her friends’ joy. And to Billy’s. A smirk grew on his face and he sent a quick wink.
But that was enough for her to look away. Billy’s heart froze, and he replayed the moment in his head. Had he done something wrong? Was she just nervous? Did she even like him in the slightest?
The idea of her thinking lowly of him struck him with annoyance. Just the thought of her not reciprocating the tornado of attraction he felt for her made his head pound. His smirk faded, but he continued to watch as she swam and relaxed.
Occasionally, she’d glance back at him.
Unlike last time though, she and her friends stayed until closing time. They were just packing up their things as Billy blew the whistle, announcing that is was time to close. Those who were still there were panicking, but the woman and her friends were slow and carefree. She kept glancing his way, and Billy couldn’t help but wonder if this was his in.
He couldn’t stop himself as his feet trotted in her direction. All of her friends turned, and the beautiful woman was the last to do so, a blush rising to her cheeks. They watched and waited as he approached. Billy was on autopilot and his gaze never removed himself from her.
When he was but a few feet away, he stopped. The women erupted into giggles, all except her. Billy wished she would’ve. He gulped down the residual anxiety. He greeted,” Hey there, ladies. Have a good time?”
“Oh, yes,” one of the nameless friends answered. “Y/n here’s really been enjoying the view.”
Y/n. That was her name. Billy’s eyes flickered back to her, and the woman shrunk away in embarrassment, a small smile creeping to her face. The man felt accomplished. Such a gorgeous woman was as attractive to him as he was to her. Her friends giggled, but he tuned out all of their voices, eyes boring into Y/n.
Y/n was shy. That much was plain, and she knew it. In fact, the handsome lifeguard was the reason she hadn’t been around the pool. Last time, she swore she would’ve drowned herself just for him to save her if her friends hadn’t been taking up the majority of her attention.
“The feeling’s mutual,” Billy slurred, lips upturning.
His bare chest glistened from residual sunscreen as he crossed his arms, eyeing Y/n up and down with an almost predatory gaze. Her friends nudged her forward, and Y/n siloed slowly, her doe eyes meeting his. “A - and what’s your name?”
“Billy Hargrove… Maybe this is being a little too forward uh, but if you aren’t doing anything now, it would be my pleasure to take a pretty little thing like you, Y/n, out to dinner. Maybe Chinese, maybe Enzo’s…”
Billy tried to keep his cool but in all honesty, he didn’t know how he’d react if he was told no. However ,he’d never have to find out, because the gorgeous woman accepted instantly, her face flushed and her friends giggling like elementary school girls. In all honesty, when her and Billy went out that night, too, they hit it off.
And not in the sense that Billy always aimed for. Before he’d met Y/n L/n, he’d rather vomit than get to know a woman. He always tried to get in their pants as quickly as possible, cutting to the chase. It was always the same routine; flowery, gentlemanly compliments, maybe a ghosting brush of their thigh, mentioning how beautiful they were.
And from then on, they were putty in his hands. And Billy preferred it that way. At least until he found himself in a deep conversation with the woman. They were friendly and they had a new type of chemistry. Of course, the physical attraction was there. But, for the first time, Billy’s main focus was getting her to laugh.
Every word that left her mouth, Billy couldn’t help but memorize. Her favorite color. Her family members. The music she listened to. Every word that passed her lips, Billy wanted to hear.
And he never thought that his goals from just wanting a one-night-stand and a woman to bend to his every whim would change. And yet, by the end of that first date it had. Because never had his heart beat so erratically from a kiss on the cheek. And never had he let the word ‘girlfriend’ fall from his lips.
Y/n was head over heels for Billy Hargrove. Something about him was just too good to be true. He had the appearance of a god, from his soft curly hair to strong physique. He was a good conversationalist and frequently flowered her with compliments she often wondered if she deserved. He insisted on being the one to pay for dates and flourish her bedroom with personalized gifts.
She had no complaints. And, as weeks passed, they became months. Billy was the perfect boyfriend. The only issues, though, became more and more prominent as time passed. The focus was always her. And there was always something off and disingenuous about his behavior. It was like he was restraining himself solely to fit her expectations. Plus she barely knew anything about his home life, his family, his previous relationships. All she knew was that he did have a house somewhere in Hawkins.
And, despite how he climbed through her dorm or apartment window every night she’d never been there. He knew he had a sister, but she’d never met her. She knew so many things, but even though Billy had already met the parents upon his request, she wasn’t allowed to meet his.
That is, until one day, he agreed.
“Yeah, sure, princess. Uh, I’ll just let my mom know and she can whip up some sort of dinner.”
Y/n released an overjoyed gasp, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and bringing him into a warm hug. Unbeknownst to her, Billy’s heart beat erratically in his chest, even after all this time. However, it wasn’t just from being touched by her. It was from nervousness.
The entire time, he’d been putting up a facade. As much as he tried he knew that it was only her that received special treatment. As far as he cared, everyone else in his life was total shit and wasn’t worthy. But Y/n wouldn’t agree with that notion and he knew that. And, if Max was home, he knew he’d have to threaten her to keep quiet about his habits. To convince his girlfriend that he as just as angelic to everyone else.
To Y/n he wasn’t a player. He wasn’t a sex addict. He wasn’t an alcoholic. He wasn’t abusive.
But to everyone else, that’s exactly what he was.
When he came home with the news ,his mom as ecstatic. She took the evening off work just to meet her. Max was just as surprised, almost angry. She thought he was bullshitting. So, Billy made sure to buy her silence. ‘Buy’ as in threaten to crack her skateboard in half if she mentioned anything about how shitty of a guy he was. Max said she couldn’t care less about his personal life, and that was the end of that.
Billy pulled up to Y/n’s building just as she was walking dow the sidewalk toward him. She wore a light dress, something that Billy hoped to tear off later tonight in his bedroom. She had the irreplaceable bounce in her step that was even more attractive, and her expression was so carefree.
Just by seeing her, it was like all the weight of his past slid down his back.
They arrived at his house. Y/n was caught off guard by the fact that it was some shitty trailer. She didn’t mind, but she couldn’t help but feel bad that, even though he lacked in finances, he spent so much money on her. She sent him a reassuring grin and into the house they went.
Y/n heard clamoring from the kitchen. She was quick to check it out, not even taking off her shoes. Standing there, with a pot spilled on the floor, was the mother. She seemed agitated, but the moment she heard people walking in, she seized up in horror.
From behind the woman, Billy’s glare was boring into her. His fists clenched. He couldn’t control himself. “God, woman, you can’t do anything right.”
Y/n blanked in that moment. She’d never heard his voice so deep and cruel almost as though he got off to watching his loved ones fail. Y/n had never seen him even slightly angry, either. The mom apologized profusely, but Y/n went to her side.
“Billy! How could you say that?” Y/n scolded. “It’s nothing. Uh, I’m Y/n L/n! His girlfriend. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”
The mother was caught off guard by her sincerity. Her kindness scared the woman. She couldn’t help but wonder if Billy was treating her right, but from how restrained he was - yes, not screaming at the top of his lungs was considered restraint -, he worried he’d trapped her into thinking he was a good man.
Yes, Billy was her son. She loved him unconditionally. But it didn’t take much to put two and two together to realize he was a stark replica of the man she married.
Because of the mishap, dinner didn’t start until seven. Billy was primarily dead silent while the two women chattered and got to know each other. The more mom learned about Y/n, the more she saw herself in her. And the more she realized it was like Billy copy and pasted her relationship with her ex-husband. It was only a matter of time before things went down the drain.
“…I’m actually studying —“
Y/n was interrupted by the slamming of the front door. In came a teenage girl, no more than sixteen. She had bright red hair and a few scratches on her cheeks. She wore rather ripped up clothes, but judging from the skateboard tucked under her armpit, all the bruises and scratches meant that she’d stumbled and fallen off.
“Max, dear, I’m so glad you made it back in time!” mom chirped almost in relief. “Why don’t you join us?”
Max, while kicking off her shoes, didn’t make any eye contact. “No thanks.”
Y/n’s brows furrowed, and Billy noticed. Y/n also noticed how stiff the household was. How, even if the mother was a doll and Max was too young, the house had a lingering stench of beer. How tense the family was, and it was seemingly because of Billy’s presence. She was starting to wonder if Billy Hargrove really was too good to be true.
Billy clasped his hands together and a smile that almost looked like a sneer stretched across his cheeks. “Max, I’d like it if you met my girlfriend. It would mean a lot if you, my cute little sister, got along with this sweet gem of mine, huh?”
Max seized up, and Y/n could see that she didn’t want to be here. Suspicion wracked her body and she didn’t want to, but she was starting to put two and two together. Neither his mother or his sister enjoyed Billy’s presence, and that worried her to no end. She was growing nervous with each awkward glance they sent the man.
“Uh, sure,” Max reluctantly agreed. There was a deafening silence that fell over as Max sat down at the table, casting her gaze away to her plate and nothing else. And that’s when Y/n noticed. From beside her, Billy was glaring venomously into both Max and his mother. And both were trembling. Not wildly, but enough that it was so very noticeable.
“U - um, it’s nice to meet you, Max. Billy, here, barely tells me anything. I hope we can become friends,” Y/n kindly offered, sending her a strained smile.
Max looked up, a sympathetic smile bracing her face. Y/n’s heart had yet to slow because there was something terrifying about the environment. No, not the environment, but about Billy. “Y - yeah… You know, uh, Billy’s never had a girlfriend before, so… it’s pretty surprising.”
“Oh! That surprises me, really,” Y/n tittered, glancing anxiously at the man. Billy sent her a quick grin, but there was something disingenuous about it. “He’s such a charmer, after all…”
“Thanks, babe,” Billy hummed, exchanging glances between his two family members. “I’m just that head over heels for ya, huh?”
Max suddenly snickered, and there was a fire in her eyes. “Are you kidding? You’ve got to be shitting me —“
“Max, please,” her mother pleaded, only to be cut off again.
Max, having seemingly lost her temper, rose to her feet and slammed her fists into the table. “No! This asshole’s pretty much brainwashed her into thinking he’s a good guy. Right, Billy? Y/n, I don’t know what you think he’s like, but he literally brings a chic over every weekend for a good time. He drinks like crazy. He’s a total dick —“
“You fucking bitch!” Billy roared, his entire expression morphing into a dangerous fury. One fist slammed into the table and the other snatched up his plate that was still covered in food and threw it at the young girl. Y/n couldn’t help but scream in horror, and Max was thrown into the wall behind her. The mother screamed in horror, falling back in her seat and rushing over the child.
Just like that, Y/n knew the truth about Billy Hargrove. He was too good to be true. He was an awful, terrible man, and Yn felt ashamed for falling for the facade. Chaos had opened up in the household, and everyone was horrified. Billy had lost his temper completely, revealing his true self to the woman he was in love with. But he was too angry to realize he fucked things up.
Max was bleeding and some shards of glass were poking from her skin. She was sobbing loudly while the mother was clutching her to her chest. Y/n pushed her seat away as Billy threw his chair back. Only as Y/n stood did Billy’s glare shift to her.
And that’s when he realized. His anger faded into vague regret, and he reached out to her. Y/n screamed again, although not as gut-wrenching as before. She tripped on her foot and fell to the ground. Billy stalked over to her and leaned down.
“Princess, this isn’t what you think it is,” he seethed, offering her a hand. “I just think we should head out —“
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Y/n shrieked, kicking him in the groin.
Billy yelped and ended up leaning back on the table clutching at his would. Just like that, all the anger returned, more fiery than before. Y/n stumbled to her feet and crawled over to the mother and daughter. Both of them were sobbing, almost as though they expected this would happen. Y/n felt terrible for not picking up on the signs sooner.
But Billy did a good job at hiding them, and Y/n knew it was hardly her fault Billy Hargrove was a terrible person. The mother, with wide eyes, turned to Y/n. She shakily cried,” Call the police. Please, dear! Max, my sweet baby s - she’s bleeding too much —“ She broke down into more sobs, and Y/n knew that was what was right.
“You pathetic whore,” Billy hissed. “You never give a shit, but now that there’s a nice little guest to impress, you give a shit? God, I never should’ve let you meet her. All of you are fucking ridiculous! Y/n get your ass off the floor. Right. Fucking. Now!”
She didn’t even get the chance to do anything. A screech escaped her lips as she was yanked up by her collar and dragged across the floor. Sobs escaped and she clawed at her neck and Billy’s rough, callous hands. She was pulled even further away, out into the hallway. Before she could try and writhe free, Billy suddenly threw her body into the wall.
Her neck and back were positioned awkwardly and before she could even adjust herself, a foot slammed into her stomach. A cry escaped her lips as Billy loomed over. She pawed at his foot, but it was hardly able to do much against the seething man.
She thought he’d hurt her more. And yet, as he towered over her small form, the anger seemed to fade and his expression became more and more distressed. His frown deepened and he looked so very hurt, even if he was the perpetrator. He began trembling and removed his foot, just long enough for Y/n to curl up into a ball on her side, bawling her eyes out.
Billy, realizing how badly he fucked everything up, collapsed on his knees beside her. “Fuck! Y/n, baby, princess. I’m so sorry. I - I didn’t mean to, I swear! It’s just a heat of the moment thing, and - and my family is just a bunch of fucking pussies who need to be put in their places —“
“Y - you’re a monster!” Y/n hiccuped, pushing Billy away limply.
Billy’s heart shattered into a hundred pieces on the spot. He peered over his shoulder, only to realize that Max’s bloody body had slumped onto the floor, barely visible, and his mother was nowhere in sight. He gulped, hearing his mother’s distant, pleading voice. Things had gone so terribly wrong. But, as he looked back at the traumatized love of his life, he bit the inside of his cheek.
He wasn’t going to let his family get in between him and Y/n. He just couldn’t. After such a horrible childhood, an unloved life, he couldn’t just her leave him. Billy knew he had to change, and he had. For her. Because Y/n was worthy of being treated like the royalty she was. She just didn’t understand that he wasn’t a bad guy. He loved her with ever fibre of his being.
“Fuck… Y/n, we need to go. Okay, babe? Th - these assholes keep trying to get between us. I won’t let them. We can move cross country for all I fucking care. I love you, princess, okay? We need to leave —“
Billy fell silent when he heard heard a quiet, pained squeak from Y/n. Billy instantly cupped her cheeks, shaking her head. She looked like was going to faint from fright at any moment, and her breaths were labored as his. He swiped her cheeks lovingly, eyes flitting over her entire body.
“I - I…”
“Yes, baby? It’s okay, everything’s okay. What is it?”
“I hate you.”
Billy’s brain blanked. He hadn’t been expecting that. One part of him was writhing in agony. He wanted to die right on the spot. But the other part of him, which completely overpowered anything sympathetic and understanding within him, was consumed with rage. His jaw clenched. His grip on her face became painfully so and only when Y/n released a yelp of pain, did he realize what he was doing.
He grit his teeth and stood abruptly. All he saw was red. It was his fucking sister’s fault. If she just kept her dirty whore mouth shut, he knew things had gone smoothly. Tonight would’ve been the night where Billy could’ve abandoned his own ways. He could’ve committed completely to Y/n, because she could’ve been - no, she was - his everything.
He just needed something a little extra to satiate his sexual whims. But, instead, things had gone so terribly wrong. It was his fucking family’s fault. He should’ve known it was a bad idea. But when Y/n keeps begging with those gorgeous doe eyes of her’s… he melted.
He turned. He could hear his mother screeching to the police on the phone, and he knew what he had to do. His shitty whore mother left him without any choices. He dashed across the trailer until he located his small bedroom. Y/n was confused as to what he was doing but she more than glad to be away from his presence.
She was scared. So very scared. The front door was right there and she could run for help. But she’d feel so terrible if she abandoned the family of two. Max was unconscious on the floor and she hoped it was because she just fainted from fright and not from the wounds. The house was a mess. However, she knew that at least the police were on their way.
She used the wall for support as she dragged herself off the ground. She wasn’t nearly as battered and bruised as the others, but the mental agony of it all was enough to make it hard to walk. She limped over to the kitchen, only to find the mother scouring the kitchen until she found a first aid kit. Y/n collapsed in front of the young girl and pulled her onto her lap, swiping the food-covered hair out of her face.
“Max,” Y/n whispered, barely audible. A few of her tears plopped onto the girl beneath her, and she wiped the away out of embarrassment.
The mother fell the ground beside her. She opened the kit and began grabbing cotton balls and dousing them with alcohol. Y/n watched warily, almost having forgotten that Billy existed in the first place. She couldn’t help but wonder if he made a run for his life, knowing he’d get arrested.
However, all that changed when she heard the cock of a gun. Y/n and her froze, eyes slowly drifting up.
Standing by the front door aggressively was Billy. He was completely unhinged with fury. He had his trembling hand on the trigger. His glare was deadly. And the gun in particular was pointed at his poor, lovely mother. His glare was solely remaining on her.
“Billy, please,” his mother choked. “Just drop —“
The gunshot echoed in the small household. Blood splattered and a bullet lodged into the woman’s head. A scream bubbled in Y/n’s throat but didn’t release. She could barely see and her ears echoed and rang loudly. Beside her, the woman collapsed her body hitting the leg of the table. The life drained instantly, leaving Y/n sat beside a corpse while an unconscious child was in her lap.
And she feared that she was next.
Suddenly, a harsh arm grabbed her shoulder. The scream finally escaped, and although she couldn’t see properly, she knew was was happening. Billy had grabbed her, violently so, and was pulling her across the floor once more. Y/n’s legs didn’t work. It was like her bod had shut down completely.
“Stand the fuck up, Y/n,” Billy hissed. “We’re leaving. Do you understand? We ned to go, okay? Cooperate or I’ll kill that bitch, too! So stand the fuck up!”
Y/n finally released a sob. She could barely see, but she forced herself to stand. Billy immediately caged her in his arms, and although once upon a time, the hug would’ve been warm and loving, the cold gun digging into her back was a sore reminder of the reality she was in. Y/n’s head fell into the crook of her neck, and she released sob sobs. Her entire body ached with pain.
Billy’s anger seemed to dissipate. The hand that held the gun reached for her hair trailed it down the back of her hair and some hushes released. “It’s okay, baby. You’re safe. We can be happy now. We don’t need anyone else. All you need is me, princess, and all I need is you, okay?”
“B - Billy, stop,” Y/n sobbed. “I hate you.”
“Oh, you don’t mean that, princess. Thing’s’ll be good for us now. I promise. Look at me.”
He pushed Y/n’s head away cupping her cheek. Her body was so limp. His azure eyes sparkled in joy as he looked over the woman, his heart beating happily. He still gripped the gun tightly and it pressed against the side of her head. There was a sleazy smirk that pulled against his features that Y/n once would’ve called handsome.
But, as everyone knows, the devil is a gentleman. And Y/n was certain she was staring at him right in the face.
Billy was quick to drizzle butterfly kissed along her jaw. It was soft, and yet there was an unbridled passion laying hidden beneath the surface. Y/n shut her eyes tightly, wishing nothing but for everything to stop. She hurt so badly. It all did.
And then, his actions ceased. In the distance, sirens played. Billy heard them. And, as he pulled away and examined Y/n’s expression, the reality of the situation snuck in. He was either dead or fucked. The police were there. And he couldn’t make his escape if Y/n would be so unwilling to leave with him.
She hated him.
But he loved her with every fibre of his being.
“I love you,” he muttered genuinely.
Billy nuzzled his nose against her one last time before pressing a kiss to her lips. It was urgent. Needy. And Y/n realized it was his way of saying good-bye. Perhaps he would leave her and run. Or perhaps he would kill her. Or perhaps…
The sirens were right outside. Billy pulled away. The moment he took a step back, Y/n’s legs became jelly and she crumbled to the ground. However, she didn’t pass out. She watched adamantly, vision clearing just enough to watch Billy’s panicked movements.
Billy looked so stern and serious. He was resigning himself to what would happen if he lived. Or not. And, as he cocked the gun again, he but glanced at the love of his life.
Shakily, he raised the gun to the side of his head.
It hurt him. She looked so broken and sad. And yet, so beautiful. He was certain he was in love with her the moment he first laid eyes on her. How could he not? Her doe eyes, crying or not, were stunning. So was her quiet giggles. So was the way she nuzzled against him when they cuddled each night. She was the vision of perfection. An angel.
And he was just some shitbag that was living in an undeserved paradise.
The guilt hit him all at once. He watched, though, as Y/n reached limply in his direction. However, she hardly tried. There was banging sounding from the front door, and people were shouting. It was about to burst down. And it was Billy’s last chance to do what was right.
At least he could die happy, looking at the most perfect woman in the world.
And, as the front door burst down, he pulled the trigger.
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Stranger Than Fiction
Part 25: Merry Christmas
Billy Hargrove x Reader (Slowburn)
Part 1,... (Masterlist)...Part 25, Part 26 (Coming Soon)...
AN: I'm alive. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I hope you guys like it!
Word Count: 4,362
Warnings: alcohol, vomit
It takes you more than 5 minutes to collect yourself enough to leave the bathroom. When you do finally leave, it feels like you're still in a fog of dream, nothing really feels real. It isn't until you’re seated in the library with Nancy, reading the same line in your textbook for the 10th time, that her question finally snaps you out of it.
“What is that?” She asks, her eyes narrowed on the skin peaking out around the collar of your neck. She extends a hand, moving to pull the collar of your shirt away from your neck.
“What?” you ask, instinctively pulling away, your hand moving to cover the sensitive bit of skin you know Billy had in his mouth earlier. Nancy’s eyes stay on you, her investigative brain working through something.
“Did you bump into something or…” Her eyes widen in realization. “Oh my god is that a-” Your eyes bulge in panic.
“Hush! Lower your voice!” you hiss, pressing your palm harder to your neck as if that will make the blemish disappear. You glance around the library that is mostly empty except for one or two students minding their own business.
“Is that really a…” Nancy glances around as well, leaning in closely and mouthing the word. “Hickey?” You don’t know what to say. Is it? You didn’t think to look at yourself in the mirror before exiting the bathroom. It’s not like you’ve ever been in this situation before. You don’t think they make a handbook for this type of thing that would give you tips like ‘always check for hickeys’. Nancy must take your silence as confirmation, her surprised expression shifting into a wide grin.
“Oh my god! You have to tell me everything! I didn’t even know you were talking to anyone!” She gushes, closing the book in front of her and leaning in. You wish you could just disappear. “Who is it? It must have happened recently. Is that why your face was all red when you got here?” Your heart skips a beat, why did she have to be so observant?
“I- uh-” you stammer, struggling to think of anything to say that isn’t the truth. You can’t tell her what happened, or who it happened with. “I can’t say.” you blurt out, lowering your eyes from her bright smile.
“Come on!” she pleads. “I promise I won’t tell anyone, I’m just surprised you are actually talking to someone.” She explains. You feel a stab of indignation at that. Why is it so surprising? Are you so undesirable that it seems impossible someone would want to press you against a bathroom stall and-
“It’s really nothing Nance, just drop it.” You bite back, some of your frustration leaking into your voice. You keep your eyes on your textbook, buttoning your shirt up to ensure the skin is covered. She seems to take the hint, sighing but leaning back in her chair.
“Okay, you don’t have to tell me.” You’re relieved that she’s stopped pushing. “But at least let me cover it up for you. Your mom will have a cow if she sees that on your neck.” She tells you, reaching into her purse to pull out her compact.
You let her cover the mark. When she’s done she offers you her mirror to admire her handiwork. You can barely see the purple mark under the light sheen of makeup, to anyone else it would just look like a shadow.
“Thank you Nancy.” You tell her genuinely, handing back the mirror. You try to ignore the pang of guilt you feel having to keep things from her. But it really is for the best.
“It’s no problem.” She smiles, packing away her things. “I got a lot of practice when I was with St-” She catches herself, her smile falters and she keeps her head down. You clear your throat, not wanting her to dwell on the memory.
“Are you going to Tina’s tonight?” you ask, moving to pack up your own things. Her eyes dart to you, once again surprised.
“Yea. Are YOU going to Tina’s tonight?” she asks, her brows drawing together. You shrug, trying to look nonchalant.
“I was thinking about it.” you tell her, slinging your bag over your shoulder.
“Alright, who are you and what have you done with my friend?” she asks, grabbing you by the shoulder and giving you a playful shake. You can’t help but chuckle. “I thought I was going to have to kidnap you to get you to go. I basically had to bribe Jonathan to get him to agree.” she explains, linking her arm with yours as you both head towards the exit. “Do you need a ride? I can get Jonathan to-”
“No, I have a ride.” you tell her, purposely leaving out the fact that it’s Steve. You don't want to make things more awkward. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye.
“Would your ride happen to be the mystery man who was sucking on your neck earlier?” She asks, causing you to let out an embarrassing sound while shoving her away.
“Oh my god, Nancy!” you exclaim, the heat returning to your face. “It’s not like that.” you insist, giving her a glare. Nancy only smiles to herself, continuing down the hall.
“I’m just a naturally inquisitive person, you should know this by now.” She chides you, a slight skip in her step. You have to roll your eyes. She truly was too nosy for her own good.
“I swear that curiosity is going to get you in trouble one day.” you tell her, pulling your jacket closer around you as she opens the doors, a gust of winter air bursting in.
“But today is not that day.” She says with a smile, offering you a wave as she rushes to Jonathan’s waiting car. “I’ll see you tonight!” She calls, climbing into the car. You wave to both of them as they pull away from the school.
You hesitate for a moment, but it's long enough for thoughts of Billy to fill your mind. You shiver at the memory as well as the chill in the air.
“Fuck.” you grumble, slinging your bag from your shoulder to pull out a slip of paper. You quickly scribble a note for Steve explaining that you are going to walk home and that you would see him at 8 to head to Tina’s, wedging it in the door on the driver side.
You walk home in record time. Your stride hurried, moving quickly, your sneakers eating up the pavement. It’s still not enough to chase the thoughts of Billy from your mind.
When you get home you busy yourself with cooking and starting on the laundry, anything to keep yourself busy. You tell your mom that you’ll be going out to a party with Steve tonight, earning a raised eyebrow and a knowing look. You don’t have the energy to scold her for her obvious thoughts about you and Steve. It’s really only gotten worse since Nancy and Jonathan officially started dating. Your mom is convinced that the two of you are just waiting a respectable amount of time before making it official. You really can't blame her for thinking that, he’s quickly become one of your closest friends and most of your time is spent together. To anyone else, it makes perfect sense.
8 o’clock rolls around and you’ve come to the conclusion that hiding a pistol under your christmas sweater won’t work. You settle on strapping a knife to your ankle, the little voice in your head not allowing you to leave unarmed… just in case.
Steve is in high spirits when he pulls into your driveway. He leaps out of the car to show you his obnoxiously decorated Christmas sweater. You pretend to shield your eyes from the gratuitous amounts of glittering tinsel adorning him, the light from his headlights reflecting off the multiple ornaments dangling from him. He chatters the whole way to the party. You’re thankful for the distraction, it’s harder to worry with Steve explaining how he made his sweater with the old Christmas decorations he found.
But, it’s impossible for you not to think about the last party Steve dragged you to. It’s crazy to think that was only a few weeks ago. Your chest tightens at the memory of Nancy drunkenly accusing you of killing Barb. The pain and guilt stab at the wound in your heart, reminding you of its permanence.
“We don’t have to go, you know?” Steve's voice jolts you from your memories. The car is parked on the street across from the already bustling party. Steve watches you, his eyes filled with concern and understanding. He offers you a small smile. “We can always rent Rudolf or something and-”
“I’m good Steve.” You cut him off, placing your hand over his and giving it a light squeeze. He immediately turns his palm into yours, interlocking your fingers. “And I desperately need a drink.” You smile, only half joking about that. Steve returns your smile, bringing your hand to his mouth placing a quick kiss on your knuckles. Your heart leaps.
“Now that’s the Christmas spirit!” He lets go of your hand before your blush can spread. He’s always doing things like this. You know it’s just how he is, always touching, playful, flirty. You sometimes can’t help your immediate reaction though.
The two of you climb out of the car, crossing the street. The house is filled with what seems to be the majority of the upperclassmen, upbeat Christmas music pouring from every window. Steve slings an arm across your shoulders as soon as you step inside, keeping you close to his side as he navigates to the kitchen.
“Merry Christmas!” He yells over the noise, pressing a cold beer into your hand. He taps his can against yours before popping the top and chugging. He finishes his drink before you’ve even taken a sip immediately reaching for another.
The two of you talk and drink, Steve finishing his drinks far faster than you. It’s impressive, he finishes three in the time it takes you to work through one. By the time he tosses away his 7th empty can it’s stopped being impressive and started being concerning. He’s still smiling and laughing, giving a lively (but tone deaf) rendition of ‘Jingle Bells’.
Then Nancy and Jonathan arrive. Steve pretends not to notice but between drinks you notice his eyes flickering to them. His drinks start coming faster, his laughter louder, his eyes glazed with a distant look. At one point he stops completely, he’s hazy eyes drifting over the crowd until they find what they are looking for. Nancy and Jonathan stand against the far wall, tucked away from the jostling crowd, whispering to each other like they are the only two in the room.
All the joy leeches from Steve’s face, his eyes falling to the half finished drink in his hands. You see the muscle in his jaw tick before he brings the drink to his lips, draining the remainder.
“Hey, do you want some water or something?” You ask, setting down your own drink. His gaze turns to you, struggling to focus.
“I’m fine.” He slurs, tossing away another empty can. He sways slightly with the motion, you quickly grasp his shoulders to steady him.
“You don’t look fine, Steve. I think you should take a break.” You tell him firmly, keeping your hands on his shoulders. He drunkenly smiles down at you.
“You’re so nice. Such a good friend.” he coos, swaying closer to you. “You’re the best.” he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug, lifting you off the floor.
“Whoa!” You exclaim, your fists gripping his shirt tightly. He beams up at you, still smiling stupidly.
“You should come to Colorado with me. We can both go! My parents won’t even care, they never do.” He says excitedly. You know he’s talking about his family’s annual ski trip. He told you that they go every year for ‘Family time’, joking that it only lasts about a day. He’s been dreading it for the past week.
“Steve come on, you’re drunk.” you say, pushing on his shoulders slightly to see if he will set you down. His arms stay firmly locked around you. Glancing around you notice a few pairs of eyes on the two of you, causing your cheeks to burn.
“I can teach you how to ski! We can build snowmen and drink hot chocolate!” He continues, spinning you around a few times causing your heart to leap in your chest.
“Steve! Put me down!” you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you as he spins you again. He loosens his arms slightly, allowing you to slide down him until your face is level with his. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, his nose only an inch from yours.
“I-” Steve opens his mouth again but quickly closes it, a shudder running through him violently enough you feel it. He finally lowers you all the way back to the floor, his complexion suddenly looking pale. “I think I’m gunna-” he’s cut off by a heave, his body doubling over. You jump away, grabbing his arm and hauling him to the bathroom. You get him to the toilet just in time for him to empty the contents of his stomach into the bowl.
Kneeling next to him you place a comforting hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles up and down his spine. When it feels like he’s gotten it all up, his body sags one arm on the toilet seat, his head pressed into the bend of his elbow.
“I’m going to get you some water and then I’m going to take you home, okay?” you tell him. You only receive a grumble in response. Slipping out the door, you close it behind you. The party continues outside, chattering, dancing, drinking.
You move through the crowd, retrieving a red plastic cup from the kitchen and filling it at the sink. You pause for a moment, you're not sure why, but when you glance around the room of gyrating teenagers that's when you see him. Billy.
He’s across the room, his normal crowd of acolytes surrounding him. You’re not sure why you thought he wouldn’t be here, a small part of you is stung that he didn’t say something earlier. He smiles, flashing his perfect teeth as he talks to Tommy and Carol. You see the people around him laughing at whatever he’s saying.
Like he can feel your eyes on him, he glances up. His eyes meet yours, sending a jolt through you. What happened this afternoon in the bathroom flashes through your mind with vivid clarity. You can almost feel it, his body pressed against you, his hands in your hair, his mouth… Your hand drifts to the spot on your neck where you know his mark still resides, hidden under the high neck of your sweater. His eyes track your movement, something like hunger flickering across his face.
A girl standing next to Billy slings her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his as she grins up at him. Billy’s gaze breaks from you, his focus turning to the girl hanging on him. He smiles at her, his hand going to her waist.
Right.
You hate the sting you feel at the sight, immediately turning back to the bathroom. You silently curse yourself for even entertaining the idea that you and Billy… You stop that thought before it can even form.
“Is he okay?” Nancy’s voice startles you. You hadn’t noticed her standing next to Jonathan in the hallway until she had spoken. Glancing towards the closed bathroom door you know she’s worried. Jonathan places a comforting hand on her shoulder. For some reason it irritates you.
Steve is sick, drinking himself into numbness because of them. He manages to hide it so well normally but you know it hurts him. Is hurting him.
“He’s fine.” you say with your best approximation of a smile. “I’m just going to take him home.” you tell them.
Nancy nods, glancing to the bathroom again then up at Jonathan.
“We could help you get him home.” she offers, Jonathan nods to confirm.
“No, no, that’s okay.” You say. “I haven’t really been drinking so I’ll drive him in his car.” you explain. You don’t think Steve is ready to accept help from the two of them, yet. You smile sadly at Nancy. You know she wishes things were different, you do too. Maybe one day it will be, when Steve’s heart has time to heal.
“I’ll see you around Nance.” You say, offering her a reassuring smile. She nods in understanding. “Enjoy the party. Merry Christmas guys.” You tell them, Nancy pulls you into a quick hug that you carefully return trying not to spill the water. The two of them return to the party as you break away.
When you get back into the bathroom Steve has slumped back to sit against the wall, his head hanging between his knees. He’s pulled off his Christmas sweater and thrown it into the bathtub, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt.
“Hey champ, you feeling alright?” You ask, walking to stand over him.
“I feel like shit.” He grumbles, leaning his head back against the wall, his eyes pinched closed. “I got vomit on my sweater.” He tells you. You can't help but chuckle at his childish tone.
“I got you some water.” You tell him, offering him the cup. His eyes squint up at you as he takes the water, closing them again as he drinks.
“Thanks babysitter.” He mumbles, setting the empty cup down next to him.
“You’re welcome. Now come on, I’m taking you home.” you tell him. He doesn't protest as you grab his arm, helping him to his feet. He tells you to leave the handmade sweater despite your attempts to pick it up. Eventually you agree to abandon the monstrosity because it would be too hard to clean vomit from the tinsel. He sways, leaning heavily on you as you lead him out of the bathroom. You manage to get him to the car, helping him into the passenger seat. You swipe his keys from his pocket before buckling the seatbelt across his lap.
“At least buy me dinner first.” He manages to slur, a crooked smirk on his lips. You roll your eyes at his drunken attempt at flirtation.
“Alright lover boy, settle down.” You tell him, earning what you assume was supposed to be a wink but looks like a facial spasm. You laugh lightly, closing the door.
Looking back to the house you notice a lone figure standing in the shadows along the side of the house. You can see the glow of a cigarette burning in the darkness. You know it’s Billy. It’s alway him. It's like your gut has a 6th sense when it comes to knowing when he's around. Gripping the keys tightly you turn on your heel walking around the car to climb into the driver seat. Ignoring the feeling of his eyes following you.
The drive to Steves’ is uneventful. Christmas music playing softly on the radio, Steve humming drunkenly along with them. It gives you time to think. Unfortunately, you immediately think of Billy. You grit your teeth, your hands tighten around the wheel causing the leather to creek. You force yourself to take deep steadying breaths. For some reason the hole in your heart feels especially big.
Pulling into Steves’ driveway you put the car in park, hopping out and heading to the passenger side to help Steve. He groans when you open the door, letting the cold air in.
“Come on buddy.” you say, unbuckling him and trying to pull him from the car. Stve pulls back, resisting.
“I don wanna.” he slurs, curling away from the frozen air. You pull him harder, finally getting his legs out of the car.
“Steve, if you get out of the car, I’ll make hot chocolate.” you try to bribe him. He perks up slightly at that.
“With marshmallows?” he asks, looking up at you with the most heartbreaking puppy dog eyes you have ever seen. You note to yourself that alcohol makes his big brown eyes even more pitiful.
“Of course with marshmallows.” you promise him. He smiles happily, finally allowing you to pull him from his seat, slinging one of his arms over your shoulders to guide him to the house. You practically drag him up the front steps, unlocking the door with his keys. There is no way you are getting him up the stairs to his room like this, You settle for the living room, helping him settle on the couch as gently as you can. His head flops to one side, mumbling something under his breath.
You head for the kitchen, filling the kettle on the stove with water and turning on the heat. You gather your hot chocolate materials and grab two mugs from the cabinet scooping nesquik powder into both. You stand at the counter, bracing your hands in front of you as you wait for the water to boil.
You hear Steve’s shuffled footsteps coming from the living room, into the kitchen,
“I’m just working on the hot chocolate.” you say, keeping your back to him grabbing the bag of marshmallows.
You jump slightly when you feel him at your back. His chest is nearly touching you, his arms braced on either side of your hips. Most likely to keep him from falling over but effectively trapping you against the counter. His breath tickles the back of your neck as he lowers his head to rest on your shoulder. You wonder briefly if he can see your scars sticking out from the neck of your sweater.
Your heart leaps into your throat and you swallow past it, focusing on the bag of marshmallows clutched in your hands. You wait, unsure of how to move with him this close. If you push back even an inch your back will be pressed flush against his chest. Finally he speaks, barely a whisper.
“What did I do wrong?” His voice is thick, heavy with emotion. You see his hands shaking as they clutch at the counter. Your heart constricts. “I loved her so much. What’s wrong with me?” He asks, his voice cracking. He presses his forehead harder against your shoulder, you feel his tears soaking through your sweater, his shoulders beginning to shake.
“Oh Steve.” You say quietly, finally turning to face him. Your hip brushes against his, your lower back pressing against the counter as you look up at him, taking his face in your hands. He keeps his head bowed, his chin quivering as fresh tears well up in his eyes. You lean forward, holding his gaze, wiping away the tears racing down his cheeks. “Hey, listen to me. There is nothing wrong with you Steve.” you tell him firmly, willing him to believe you. He leans into your touch, his breathing shallow as it ghosts along the inside of your wrist. He sniffles gently, both of his hands moving to your hips gripping you tightly like you might slip away if he doesn't keep hold of you.
“I think you’re my best friend.” He mumbles, turning his face slightly into your hand pressing a light kiss to your palm. Your heart breaks for him. You once thought Steve Harrington had a million friends and you couldn’t possibly be one of them. But here you both are, broken, damaged, scared, and together.
“You're my best friend too.” You reply quietly, gently brushing his hair from his forehead. He holds your gaze, his brown eyes warm and kind as they watch you. You hate seeing him like this. He hides it so well but you know that this part of him is always there, in the back of his mind, whispering, doubting, telling him there is something wrong with him. Never good enough.
One of his hands comes up to take yours, pulling it from his face down to his chest. He holds your hand there, flat against his chest where you can feel his heart beating. He watches you, like if he holds your hand there you will be able to feel the cracks in his heart. The beat is strong and steady, despite how broken it is. He leans in slightly, lowering his head to press his forehead against yours. You both stand there for a moment, in the silent kitchen, just holding each other.
The sound of the kettle whistling breaks the two of you apart. You quickly pour the water into the mugs, mixing them, before adding the marshmallows. You ignore the slight shake in your hands. Steve doesn't seem to notice when you hand him his mug, slowly shuffling back to the living room. The two of you settle onto the couch, Steve pulls your legs over his lap, slouching down into the cushions as he blows on his coco. The two of you sit in comfortable silence sipping on the warm drinks. After a few minutes, Steve sets his drink down and lays down horizontally on the couch, his head resting on your lap.
Without thinking you gently brush your fingers through his hair. He sighs, leaning into your touch. His breathing evens out and he’s soon asleep. You are the furthest thing from sleep. When you finish your hot chocolate, and Steve is quietly snoring into the couch cushions, you stand from the couch and put on your shoes.
As quietly as you can, you fill a glass of water and leave it on the coffee table next to some tylenol for Steve. Then, borrowing one of Steve's large winter jackets, you bundle yourself up and step outside, making sure the door is locked using the spare key hidden under the mat.
Taking a deep breath of the cold night air, you exhale into the darkness before heading towards the street.
AN: Hope you guys enjoyed that! Another party ending in tears, these idiots just don't know how to have a good time.
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Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes:
Billy: “We are not gonna cry over a guy that doesn’t know what y=mx+b means”
Y/n: “Do you?”
Billy: “This isn’t about me.”
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It's Alright
Billy Hargrove x reader
Summary: the first time you patch Billy up :)
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It was a quiet night for you as you lay in bed with a tattered and well loved book in your hands. You've read it about a hundred times and you'll read it a hundred more. As you read and read your head floats up to the clouds the world around you disappears. You fall back into the story on the pages immersed completely as your eyes scan the page.
However you soon were ripped from your trance as there was a soft knock on your window. You turn your head to your open curtains to see your best friend Billy Hargrove standing with his head turned away.
Quickly you shoved a bookmark between the worn pages of your book, tossing it aside. You rose from your bed and tore your window open with a smile on your face.
"Hey Billy what's goin' on?"
He turned to finally face you and immediately your smile fell. He was bruised and had a bloody nose and lip. His eyes seemed to be fighting off the water that collected on his lower lash line as he wordlessly looked at you.
"Oh Billy," your voice came out quiet and breathy as your eyes began to water much like his.
Seeing your eyes become glossy and your smile fall as you look at him absolutely broke his heart. He wished he could simply just kiss your worries away. He wished every day that he was able to take you and get out of Hawkins; run far away laughing and smiling and never look back. Instead he was stuck here standing right outside your window freshly beaten up as you take a second to let the sight sink in.
You rushed aside so he had room to crawl in through your window before saying a rushed and mumbled "Come on in Billy. Need to patch you up."
The climb through your window only took a second or two at most and once he was in your room his attention was once again fully yours. "Oh no sweetheart you don't need to patch me up I just needed to see you," he spoke quietly with an extra rasp to his voice.
You simply threw a glare his way before you grab his arm gently to pull him towards your bathroom. You didn't even take your first step before he speaks again "ah ah ah shoes," and when you turn back to face him he's carefully toeing his boots off. You watch him as he picks up his boots that he just kicked off before he carefully places them on the floor right beside your window.
Once he is finished he looks back up at you and lifts his hand slightly in your direction. Your smile was slightly pained as you gently took his hand. Billy hated the pain in your smile. He wasn’t smiling at all before seeing yours but somehow his face fell more. He squeezes your hand in his before you turn to drag him to the bathroom.
“Sit down” you mumble pointing to the closed toilet. The scene wasn’t glamorous but it would do. You opened the cupboard and began rummaging for the first aid kit. As you dug through the cupboard the reality of the situation hit you. Someone hurt Billy and he came to you. When he was in his most vulnerable moment he chose to see you. The thought brought the tears you have been fighting to fall. You finally find the first aid kit and emerge from the cupboard.
Billy sits down and then he looks over at you to see the handful of tears on your cheeks and before he can even think to stop himself he carefully grabs your elbow, pulling you in between his knees. You are looking at the floor trying to avoid his eyes; not noticing that he was moving his hands till they landed on your cheeks.
“Don’t cry,” he rasped out, “please don’t cry.”
“I’m sorry I’m trying not to” your voice shakes and he begins to wipe the tears away. You reach up to grab one of his wrists just simply as a way to ground yourself. You close your eyes as you try and steady your shaking breath; focusing on Billy’s thumbs as they run across your face just below your eyes.
“Everything is alright I got you” He whispers out as he looks up at you.
“Billy I’m not crying for me,” you huff out almost in a laugh. You couldn’t believe this boy couldn’t understand why you were crying, “I’m crying for you”
“Oh sweetheart don’t cry for me” as he spoke you finally looked up and saw the tears were about to fall from his eyes.. He looked as if someone had just shattered his whole world.
"Who did this to you Billy?" You whispered.
His face drained of color at that question and his eyes grew hazy as if he wasn't in this room with you but instead three thousand miles away.
"Don't worry about that sweetheart I'm alright" he finally spoke after several beats of silence.
"But I am worried Billy, I'm worried about you" your eyebrows furrowed as you spoke. You finally turned to reach for the first aid kit that was left abandoned on the bathroom counter.
"I'm sorry" Billy's hands fell from your face in favor of resting gently on your hips. The touch felt more intimate than either of you expected but it felt right. The touch was bringing the both of you some much needed comfort.
"Don't be sorry" you pulled out a wipe and began cleaning the blood off his face as gently as you could. "I'd rather you be here and make me worried so I can patch you up and know you're alright at the end of the day. I don't like the idea of you alone out there somewhere. I would worry more."
After you finished speaking, silence filled the room for well over a minute. It wasn't uncomfortable by any means; it felt peaceful. This felt like the first moment of true peace since he knocked on your window. He was the first to end this silence and when he did he spoke so quietly you almost didn't hear him.
"Want me to come by anytime I get hurt?"
"Please do Billy, I wanna help you" you looked him in the eyes as you basically begged him.
"Alright" he nodded as he squeezed your hips in his hands.
You smiled slightly and went back to looking at his busted lip. There wasn't much you could do and it wasn't even that bad but it still had you fussing over him. You run your thumb over his lip one last time and sigh before turning to pack up the first aid kit and put it all away under the sink once again.
"There really wasn't much I could do other than clean you up" you frown at the thought of not being able to help him fully.
"Thank you," he watched you put everything away and as you emerged from the cupboard once again he asked the question that had been on his mind since he knocked on your window. "Can I stay the night?"
"Please do" you turn to him and smile ever so slightly “I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself if left and something else happened”
Billy nodded and looked to his feet. How much you worried about him somehow warmed and shattered his heart at the same time. He didn’t want to cause a single bit of distress in your life. He wanted to make you forget all of the stress and make you feel nothing but joy and contentment. Yet here he was, the cause of your current worries.
“Billy…do you wanna try and go to bed?” you gently grabbed his hand trying to pull him out of his head.
He lifted his eyes up to your face and finally noticed how tired you looked. Your eyes were half closed and you seemed sluggish. “Yeah of course sweetheart let’s get you to sleep” he stood up, keeping his hold on your hand. He carefully pulled you along back to your bedroom.
Once the two of you arrived at your destination he wasted no time guiding you to your bed; you needed to rest. You wordlessly sat down and began watching Billy as he picked up the book you had abandoned on the bed. “Again?” he asked as he smiled for the first time tonight.
“Guilty is charged” You sheepishly replied as you flop back onto the mattress.
Billy chuckled watching you before turning his attention back to the worn book in his hands. He walked around your bed to the nightstand on what will end up being ‘his side’ of the bed and placed the book down. He’s read the book exactly once after much pressure from you. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the book but he'd cave and do anything you would ever ask of him.
“G’night Billy,'' you mumble as you bury your head in your pillow.
Billy looks over at you and his heart melts at the sight of you all cuddled up in your sheets. “Goodnight sweetheart, thank you for everything.” he whispered as you finally fell asleep.
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Hi could you do sub! Billy Hargrove x male reader pls?
Domestic Tranquility
Desc: after you and Billy and Max all move in together, you and Billy share a domestic moment and cuddles kinda.
Notes: so I dont write smut as I am a child so as a improvisation-ish i wrote Soft/stay at home mom!Billy. Idk. I'm trying lmao. Also, as I'm not the biggest soft/sub!Billy stan so this probably sucks. Also it's really really short. Sorry :p
Billy was working in the kitchen, shuffling a pan with a omelet as Queen filled the room. He hummed along to the love song while looking out the window at Max running off the meet her friends with a Eggo in her hand.
Billy had moved out as soon as he graduated and took Max with him. He needed to get out of that hellscape and he knew he needed to take Max with him. Call it pity or wisdom or just that he knew how bad Neil was. So, he took Max with him.
Not only did he take Max with him but he also took his Boyfriend, Y/n, with him. Well, more like Y/n took them in. this was his house after all.
They were basically raising Max. Y/n had a stable job and Billy took care of the house while also working part time at the pool. Everything was sound and perfect.
All of their friends were also settling down. Steve and Eddie had moved in together as "just friends". Nancy and Robin had also moved in with Steve and Eddie. The kids were just about to graduate. Dustin had been accepted to a really high end college. Lucas had gotten a scholarship for baseball. Lucas's sister had taken over the Hellfire club. Everything was good.
Billy looked back down at what he was doing, sprinkling vegetables over the eggs.
He gasped as two arms wrapped around his waist. Y/n rested his head on Billy's shoulder, watching what he was doing.
"Jesus. You scared the ahit out of me." Billy smiled, folding the omelet in half.
"Max already left?" Y/n asked, rubbing his thumb over Billy stomach.
"Yeah. Lucas and the gang picked her up a bit ago. Why arnt you at work?" He asked, placing a hand over Y/Ns.
"Day off..." Y/N mumbled, hiding his face in the corner of Billy's neck.
"Then you can help me around the house." Billy slid the omelet on to a plate.
"No..." Y/n whined, pulling Bily closer.
"No?"
"All day cuddling..."
"I got chores."
"Please, pretty boy?"
"I have work to get done."
"Give me attention." Y/n groaned, shaking billy.
"God, fine. Go eat first!"
Y/n let go of Billy, taking the plate and sitting down. Billy was not far behind, sitting next to him with another plate of food.
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It wasnt long before they were back in bed. Billy was pressed up in to Y/n's chest. Some soft rock was filling their shared room but it was turned way down.
"You are... pretty..." YN smiled, playing with Billy's beautiful hair.
"Can it. You've already said that."
"Yeah, but you should know."
"You are getting annoying."
Y/n smiled kissing the top of Billy's head, pulling his beloved closer.
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B.H. Billy Hargrove x Reader
There is a slight description of readers hair color. You can use any color I just did brown bc it's common. It applies to all hair colors.
Max was skating as fast as she could. She was an hour late to billy picking her up. He would be pissed.
She arrives at the car and sees him leaning against it with a cigarette.
"Get in," he says and stomps his cig before starting his car.
Max was shocked, "You're not mad?"
He shrugs it off, "Practice ran late, I was barely waiting for 10 minutes," that was a lie. He had been waiting 45.
Max shrugged it off as Neil had convinced him to be nice.
Max was at the mall with the party. It was Saturday night.
Billy had been extra weird.
"On Monday he didn't complain I was an hour late," she begins as the boys (and El) watch with shock. "Wednesday he asked me how school was. And then on Thursdays he dropped off my lunch at second period. I left it in his car, something is wrong,"
Lucas notices as Billy walks into his view. He has a brown haired girl on his arm.
They are both smiling and billy has a little bit of a skip in his step instead of a stalk.
"It's someone," Mike says and points to where Lucas was looking.
They all stare wide eyed. Billy was happy. With a girl
Yn sees them and waves billy also gives a small wave before he continues walking with the girl.
Half an hour later,
"Oh, this would be so cute on max," you pick up a green hoodie with a skate board decal on the back.
Billy smiles as you look for her size. He didn't care for max, but he loved the way you loved her. You hadn't even met her, and you loved her.
"It looks great babe," he says as you decide between a black or a green.
"I think green?"
"Yes green," he gets out a sigh. Not an annoyed one. A content sigh.
You pay for the hoodie despite Billy's protests, you had been payed Friday morning.
You walk over to the party and wave.
You notice the wide eyes.
"Max," you call as you drop the bag on the table. She raises her eye brows.
"I found something you might like, I'm Billy's gifriend," you explain.
She looks shocked as she opens the bag and sees the hoodie. Something that she might actually buy herself. She was shocked enough billy had out in enough thought to mention her.
let alone his girlfriend buy her something.
Billy calmly holds your hand
"Its-its nice, I like it," she says. Still in shock to give a proper response.
What the hell?
She still didn't understand.
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mungrove pirate AU?! Hell yeahh 🙏🏼
I need a fanfic about this 😩 having a hot admiral as your ‚guest‘ is just 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼
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