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Suffocating in your love
summary One of Billy's friends goes too far while drunk and ends up choking you. Close to passing out Billy comes to your rescue.
Billy Hargrove x f!reader
warnings choking, fights, swearing, attempted SA
word count 3,235
a/n ik the title is cheesy as fuck (which is why I chose it 💀) just don't comment on it <3 @yourcatsmilk approved of this so she takes the blame if it's bad :D
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When Tina announced that she was going to throw a party you knew Billy would be going there for sure, after all he attended every party (no matter how shitty it was). You didn't like parties as most of them just consisted of too loud - and bad - music along with cheap booze.
Apart from that you didn't like the popular crowd, all of them were the same and loved to spread rumors (which, most of the time, were totally made up). They didn't necessarily like you either, Tina, Carol and the others preferred girls that would act similarly and didn't do their own thing as you did.
Since you were with Billy, they still pretended to be best friends with you. Billy knew very well how much you disliked them but he found it rather amusing how they invaded your space as soon as you were around. But that was only when he was there, too. When you were alone they either completely ignored you or went as far as teasing you, telling you that you're not worth dating Billy etcetera.
At first it definitely hurt you and made you insecure because Billy was far out of your league. It was a wonder that you managed to be with him and at the beginning you were expecting him to break things off at any given moment.
But so far he's only proven how much he loves and appreciates you. Trusting him was hard at first, he could be really manipulative if he wanted to, and you had some deep-rooted trust issues but step by step he proved himself to you.
It came as a surprise when you found out about how much damage he had taken (and still took) when it came to his home life. It was more than once a week that you patched him up and tried convincing him into just staying with you.
He also cared a lot more about his little sister than he would ever admit, constantly worrying when he left her alone with Neill - his father -.
You had a healthy relationship which you were really happy about, so you couldn't care less what Carol and her friends had to say about it.
Searching for a dress or something else party-fitting was definitely a challenge. You were more of an introvert, preferring to just spend your time inside and by yourself.
Billy had offered for you to stay home but that would just lead to him being too drunk to drive at the end of the night and you weren't in the mood for him to cause a car accident. So, going with him it was.
"You ready?" He asks and comes up behind you, hugging you. You just sigh, "Nope. I really don't have anything to wear." He chuckles and presses a kiss to your neck before letting go of you and rummaging through your clothes.
You watch him with your arms crossed over your chest. After about five minutes he pulls out a white, simple dress. It wasn't tight - instead only cinching around the waist, flowy Material hiding most of your body when worn.
It was your favorite dress from the two or three you owned and so far Billy hadn't seen you wearing it. It wasn't short, and definitely not the kind of dress all the other girls would be wearing, but it was better than nothing and you felt comfortable in it. He passes it to you and examines it for a second, "Haven't seen that one before." He raises one eyebrow and you shrug cheekily before laying it on the bed and dressing out of your current clothes - a t-shirt you'd stolen from him and some loose shorts -.
He whistles with a smirk and you show him the middle finger with a blush on your cheeks because Jesus, this man drove you absolutely crazy. Pulling it over your head you adjust it, fitting it so it is tight around your waist but otherwise sitting loosely.
Lifting your head you see Billy, his eyes fixed on your body as he checked you out. "You're staring." You state and he makes eye contact, a smirk clear on his face. "Well, baby, you're really attractive," he stops and waves you over, arms open. Coming closer you put your arms around his neck and he looks up from where he was sitting, circling his arms around your middle. "And you're mine, sooo~" he drags the 'so' out, making you smile.
"Alright. When do we have to be there?" He looks at his watch, "Uh, ten minutes ago." He chuckles a little at your expression and you just smack his shoulder, "Could've told me to get ready earlier, idiot." He just stares at you lovingly with some amusement on his face. "Let me get my shoes and we can go." He nods and lets you go, keeping an eye on you nevertheless.
The way to Tina's house was filled with his obnoxiously loud music which was already close to giving you a headache. When you arrived some people turned around - the car giving away who you were. In some way you could understand their fascination with him, it's not like you weren't fully smitten with him as well, but it was still weird to be greeted by everyone with fake friendliness.
He keeps an arm around you while weaving through the huge crowd of people. You weren't sure who he was looking for but you just followed along, not having anyone to go to anyway.
At some point you lose sight of him, opting for walking around by yourself. You weren't too keen on drinking the disgusting alcohol they offered but it made all of this more bearable, so you did it anyway. What you didn't expect was seeing Nancy with Steve Harrington.
You knew they were a thing but it was even less likely for her to be at a party than for you. But she was also one of your only friends, so you walked over. "Nance?" She looks up and her eyes are half closed - she'd probably already had some of the red mixture standing on the kitchen counter. "(y/n)?" She asks and stumbles her way to you. "Uh, yeah. What are you doing here?" She goes on to explain why and with who she was there, though most of it was so slurred you barely understood her.
After a few minutes you hear a commotion outside and both you and Nancy turn around, "Your boyfriend." She giggles drunkenly before walking off. You wait to see Steve walk after her, relieved when he does, and decide to check on Billy.
He was surely completely gone by now, although he had a high tolerance he had probably been drinking since you got here. Sighing as you'd have to deal with him afterwards you lean against the brick of the house, watching him on the keg stand.
Everyone was cheering him on and you had to admit you were slightly worried for him, considering the huge amounts of booze he was consuming.
Your attention is completely on him so you don't notice the guy coming your way, only really seeing him when he stops in front of you. "You need something?" He shakes his head, an off-putting smirk on his face when he comes closer. "So you're Hargrove's girl, huh?" He's obviously drunk, his words slurring into one. You just scoff, getting uncomfortable.
He comes closer, raising one hand to touch your cheek. Repulsed, you flinch away, losing sight of Billy with the movement.
"Could you leave me alone?" He ignores your question and moves even closer, one hand now on your hip. You're trapped; the wall behind you and all the people around you made it impossible to escape those weirdos' arms.
By now he's covering you completely, limiting your movements as you struggle against him. "Relax! God, didn't know you were such a prude." He complains and his intentions become clear to you. It makes you panic, where was Billy when you needed him? Trying to look over the guy's shoulders you can only see the top of the heads from the other people surrounding you, but nowhere in sight is the familiar blonde mullet.
"Let me go!" He shakes his head with an amused grin on his face and just watches you struggle. While he's distracted you manage a kick to his middle and he crouches down enough for you to escape. Frantically you make your way to the door leading inside, hoping to find Billy somewhere in the crowds of people.
It's only a good minute when a hand grabs you and pulls you back, your yelling getting muffled by a hand over your mouth. You see Tina as she eyes you, huffing before turning away.
It's hard to breathe, his hand big enough to cover your mouth and nose. He tugs you back outside and your vision quickly starts swimming at the edges.
When he lets you go it's only to press you against a wall of some kind, his hand wrapping around your neck. "Be quiet. You're fucking annoying, you know that?" Tears are running down your cheeks and the air slowly leaves your lungs, his hand squeezing your throat tight enough to take away all possible ways of breathing.
You scratch at his wrist but he just ignores you, starting to search for a zipper on your dress. In the second in which your eyes roll back and you pass out Billy comes around the corner, his eyes finding you with the guy leaning over you. He sobers up nearly immediately when he sees you slumped against the wall while some guy tries undressing you.
He stomps over, ripping him away from you with a fiery look in his eyes. The guy goes to complain but then makes eye contact with Billy. Billy's taller than the guy that had captured you, staring down at him. They make eye contact, tension clear to everyone that'd pass by.
"How dare you touch her like that?" His voice is scarily calm and it's silent for a moment before he lunches forward, hitting the guy right on his nose. Continuously hitting him, Billy gets lost for a second before focusing back on what was really important; you.
So, when he's happy with the result he lets go of the guy, pulling him up by his collar to threaten him, "Come close to her again and I'll kill you, got that?" The dude nods, fear clear on his face. Billy let's go and he falls back to the ground, laying there and clutching his head.
That's when Billy turns to you, horror overcoming him at the fact that you were still unconscious. He kneels down next to you and pulls you on his legs, pulling the zipper back up before draping his jean jacket over your shoulders. To be honest he had no idea what to do. He's been in this situation often enough, being beaten up was nothing new after all, but with you it was different. His thoughts are racing but still slow, considering the huge amount of liquor he had consumed, so it's hard to concentrate.
He brushes your hair out of your face and could beat the guy up all over again when he sees the bruise forming around your neck. It's red and barely visible in the night but it will be an angry purple tomorrow and serve as a reminder that he had failed to protect you.
Seeing that this would be the worst place for you to wake back up he puts an arm under your knees and with the other holds your shoulders, carefully. With you in his arms he stands up, walking the way through the garden where not half the school was standing.
He carefully buckles you in when he arrives at the car and is quick to get in himself, driving off with urgency.
When he's close to your house, you start to wake up, pounding headache making your sight blurry once again this evening.
A cough forces its way out of your throat and it hurts, everything hurts. It all comes back to you and the tears are inevitable.
"Baby, don't cry. I took care of him. He won't bother you again, yeah?" Billy's voice is slightly panicked but mostly regretful, he knew his job was to protect you and exactly that was what he failed to do today.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He whimpers, not being able to stop himself from making his guilt known. You reach out, taking one of his hands that were clutching the steering wheel tightly - knuckles turned white. "It's alright. I was out of your sight." He just shakes his head, trying to protest but you interrupt him, "Billy. I'm serious. None of this is your fault. Don't blame yourself for not being there, this kind of risk is always there at parties. I knew that." Your voice is scratchy, resulting from the pain in your throat.
"No, I should've stayed with you. I should've-" his voice breaks and he pulls up to your house, stopping the car. This gives you the chance to turn to him, hands on his cheeks. "It's okay, baby. I'm here and I'm safe now, because you helped me. You saved me from that asshole before anything worse could've happened."
His eyes are full of tears with which he's fighting and you just wipe your thumb over his cheeks in a soothing manner. This had always been one of his biggest fears, not being there for you when you needed him most because whenever he got beat up by his father he was left alone, no one there to care for him. The least he wanted was for you to feel that, too.
"Let's get in and sleep, I'm tired and I bet you are, too." He always got a little emotional when he was drunk, and he would regret it in the morning. So the best to do was just get him to bed - preferably yours.
He nods after some thinking and you get out, stumbling a little on the first steps. Biting your lip you take his hand and your key, letting you two inside.
When you're in your bedroom he collapses on top of the soft mattress, his hair sprawling around his head in a cute way. His eyes are closed and by now you're not even sure if it was to stop the tears or because he was so tired.
You get out of the dress and shoes, pulling a discarded shirt (which most likely was Billy's) over your head before getting to work on undressing him, his clothes reeking of alcohol and smoke.
He's mostly unresponsive, tiredness catching up to him, and lets you do whatever. When you're done he's left in his underwear and Tank Top - what he usually slept in. With a sigh you fall on top of him, his arms winding around you without hesitation. You know him well enough to see the struggle on his face, probably still blaming himself for what happened.
In no way was it okay as you had told him earlier, you were still uneasy and you don't think you'll be able to go out by yourself later in the day for the next few weeks. Of course you would've wanted him to be there, but he shouldn't have to put his own enjoyment aside to babysit you. He wouldn't believe you no matter how many times you would tell him that it wasn't his fault in the end.
His hands are cramping in your shirt and he was obviously not going to rest soon, thoughts plaguing his mind. You didn't have a situation like this before, only similar ones after he'd had a fight with his father and felt extremely vulnerable, tending to believe whatever bullshit Neill had told him that day.
Laying a hand against his cheek he opens his eyes, looking at you before his gaze slides to the bruise around your throat. "Stop being guilty, there's nothing for you to be guilty for." You know he doesn't believe you when his eyebrows pull together.
"No, I am. I mean- mean I could've helped, could've prevented it. Just- I wasn't there because of some stupid drink game." He's upset, stumbling over his words in a hurry. You just sigh, "Let's talk about this tomorrow, you can't think straight right now." He shakes his head, "No, no. I can, let's talk now." He hated not getting stuff like this done right away, meaning he would probably bother you until you agreed.
"Okay, you're lucky I love you." He grins a little though it's dimmed with sadness. "Still sorry." You keep yourself from rolling your eyes and sit up, seated on his lower stomach. He keeps his hands firmly at your hip bones, eyes trained on yours.
"Billy, stop saying you're sorry! I know you're blaming yourself but that's useless. It's not going to change the situation or what happened. You don't have to keep me in your sight at all times just because of this or whatever. I could've stayed with you instead of walking off by myself and yet I didn't. So stop blaming yourself or I'm going to do the same!" You knew by now he sometimes needed to - gently - be put in his place, otherwise he'd spiral down all his negative thoughts.
His eyes are wide but he seems to start understanding your point of view, "Hm." He grunts and turns his head to the side. "Eyes on me we're still talking, baby." He turns back to you, his cheeks carrying a blush due to the alcohol.
"So, you understand me and you'll stop blaming yourself?" He reluctantly nods and you pat his cheek happily. "Good. Now let's get you into the shower and then to bed." He nods pliantly but keeps you close. "You're coming in, too." He argues while taking off his tank top.
You chuckle at his request and gladly agree, happy to wash his hair and pamper him even more.
Taking care of his hair was relaxing and maddening at the same time, his unruly curls hard to brush through but pleasant to wash.
When you're done with him (and yourself) it's nearly 1 AM, the moon high in the sky. "Did I tell you it's really sexy when you wear my clothes?" He smirks, his arms around your waist and his face in your neck.
Groaning you push him off, deadpanning, "You tell me every single time." He laughs cheekily and falls to the bed, pulling you down with him. "Alright, goodnight now." He nods and waits while you get comfortable against him, his body heat practically burning you (no joke, that boy was constantly burning up).
"Love you." You reciprocate before falling asleep to his hands caressing your hair and back.
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Billy hargrove x female reader.
Bulltrue.
Summary: working at the video store along side Steve and Robin had its 'disadvantages'.
Word count: 3677
Warnings: Billy lives au and I cannot remember if the video store was next to the arcade, anyways. Language, undressing. Sex references.
A/n: Please, I am having intense feelings about Billy, and I have not wrote fanfiction in months, I apologise. I ended a bad relationship a couple of weeks ago, which distracted me from writing. ( Why ikr reading fanfiction is so much better.) BUT IM HERE and I love men with long hair. Pls michael and billy are the same.
NOT MY IMAGE
Deciding to work in the video store for the summer seemed like a good idea at the time, and maybe it was, except cleaning up the vomit and other human discharge. Judging random peoples movie taste? Who wouldn't want to do that?
You had moved to Hawkins that year from a long way away, you knew no one. Well, until you had met Robin and with meeting her you met Steve, then after meeting Steve the rest came along. You had met Robin when your mum had sent you to mall to pick up some things with the promise that you could get food. And you had chosen to get Ice-cream, and with that Robin had served you and questioned you as you did stick like a sore thumb.
Everyday you had to work, you'd walk, the same route, the same routine ( depending on your schedule but it was most the same). Everyday you did the same loud blue camaro would drive past, each time almost making your ears explode. At first you did not trust the speed at which the driver was going at, but as time went on the car had slowed down. You never got a good look at the driver but he did get one each day he saw you.
Billy would not admit to himself he had taken a liking to you ( even with never interacting with you), no, he was simply checking you out.
"Hey, Y/n." Steve had greeted you with the most monotone voice, a gust of air reaching you from where he had walked past you as you restocked the horror section. Putting down the VHs your legs had cracked from where you had been kneeling for so long.
"Oh, hi. You okay?" His eyes turning back to you after he'd put his bag in the staffroom he had huffed resting his hands on his hips his eyebrows scrunched.
" Absolutely brilliant, sweets."
"Right, well, you've got bird poop in your hair." Eyes widening Steves hands immediately reached his hair with panic he had began to yell a large range of curses, until he saw the smirk plastered upon your face.
" Wow, not funny." With that he walked off still messing with his hair. Reaching ovver to pick up the last VHS, Lost boys. The sound of a pair of feet had reaching your ears just as you saw the two legs behind you through legs. Legs in tight blue jeans. You hadn't heard the bell ring. Quickly standing to full height, spinning on the balls of feet to face the customer.
Ghosting over your body with his bright eyes,long dark lashes, smirk building. He wanted you to see him checking you out. His lips twisted, soft lips, like perfect lips, kissable like River phoenix's. Golden curls of hair sitting on his shoulders, tank cling to him and jeans tighter than david bowies leggings.
" ooh,hi , s-sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?" Cheeks hot, as you stubbled over your words, being jumped out of your skin by a random hot individual was understandble reason to get flustered. Especially when he had just laughed. Reaching up to hold your rname tag inching closer as he lent over to read it.
"Don't apologise...Y/n. Ah. Yes, actually you can." Losing eye contact his eyes scanned the room,like to see what actually this store was, to make up an excuse to talk longer. Though you didn't think that. His eye locking back onto you.
"I'd like to rent a movie, do you have any suggestions for me, Gorgeous." Cheeks heating up again at the strangers playful tone, you looked down at the video in your hands.
" Well, without knowing amything about you just going off your fashion sense, I feel like Lost boys would be a good choice for you." His lips dropping from his charming smile into a o shape, as he became flustered by your comment. No one, no one, speaks to Billy Hargrove like that. But Billy for once was not angered, instead he saw the smirk plastered on the face he had been thinking about for weeks and laughed.
" Oh, do tell me what's that's supposed to mean." His rough hands brushed against yours as he took the video tape from your hands to inspect the video.
" I mean, firstly you have a mullet so, and UI was deciding is he going for Rob Lowe in st Elms fire or Michael Emerson from Lost boys. And from your charming behaviour yes you act more like Rob but Lost boys is Such a better movie. And I mean no offence both are very handsome." He raised an eyebrow at you looking away from the video.
"Are you calling me handsome, Y/n?" Billy wasn't the type to tease with no intention of getting laid, since the accident at starcourt, he has changed. Not that he would admit that either. Almost dying changes your perspective on things, how you feel about people, how you feel about yourself, what you haven't achieved, and things you're not proud of. For Billy he wanted someone to love, yes he knows he cares for Max now but that isn't the same as romantic love. Since he saw you he wanted you, he didn't know why, so here he was.
"Uhhhh...yeah. You do look like you're dressed up as Michael."
"Bullshit."
"Bulltrue."
The teasing between the pair of you had caught the attention of your coworker, Steve had not heard you act this way with anyone previously and recognised the voice of the guy you were speaking to. He dreaded the outcome of his walk toward you.
"Y/n, there you are- oh." Steve had walked towards you, quite loudly, locking eyes with Billy . Taking in his posture, Billy's arm rested on the shelf next to you, the gap between you very small for strangers, the suggestive eyebrow raise from Billy angered Steve for your sake. He didn't want you to get used by some man whore.
"Harrington."
"Billy."
The tension in the air between the two, was obvious to you, and probably literally anyone, they were death staring each other. Sure Billy had changed, and Steve did know Billie saved Eleven but still he did not trust him. Plus, how many times has he been beaten up by him. Too many. There wqs silence between the three of you for a good minute before Steve patted his hand on your shoulder. It was clear Steve would be talking to you after Billy had left.
"So, it seems you and Steve have a great relationship... " Billy had chuckled lightly.
" You could say that."
" Well, Billy what do you think about renting Lost boys?"
"I'll rent it, just so I can come back and speak to you." You simply smiled at Billy, knowing that he was the type of guy to flirt with anything or anyone. ( Poor coconut. Yes, that one story about guy fucking cocunut, Billy probably did something like that.)
Ringing him up at the counter, he sent you one last wink, before turning to slowly walk towards the door giving youa great view of his ass in his tight jeans.
" Bye, sweetheart, see you soon. " watching him as he eent through the glass doors turn his face to the right for a second , as to get another look at you. Smirking himself that you were still fixated on him. Opening the drivers door of his camaro, he had sped off in seconds. Blue camaro, the car, that you saw everyday. Deducing thst it was the same one as how many people drive a car like that in Hawkins? Not many.
Steve stood at the counter resting his back on it with his arms crossed, his lips turned downwards and slowly shaking his head. Within the next hour ( broken up due to customers), he had explained everything there was to know about Billy Hargrove.
The things Stevehad told you about the 'Keg king' made you rethink your meeting of Billy. Had he just been sweet and flirty because you were 'fresh meat' another bitch to conquer. The way he apparently treated people like Steve presented insecurity in himself, like Billy was trying to tame a bull, the bull being the world. Maybe there was someone deeper going on in his head. Maybe, he had built this walls to protect himself from further hurt.
Though, what would you know you just convinced him to rent a movie.
The next time you had seen Billy was lesss than a week later, well, one working day for you. Didn't want to be charged a late fee, clearly. Steve was not working at that time, Robin was tasked with reshelving and you were stuck behind the counter. Which you didn't mind because you got to sit and read (or doodle) other than the socal interaction you had to deal with it is great.
Placing your slushie back onto the counter , the water droplets falling to the surface, as you sneezed into your elbow for what felt like trillion sneezes. The patter of trainers walked towards you unknowingly, those feet which were normally booted.
"Bless you." With your eyes closed still you figured that was not Robins voice. Opening them you were faced with Billy leaning his forearm on counter , his lips twisted in a smile as he chewed quietly on the gum inbetween his lips. Sunglasses rested on the centre of his tank top, he was dressed in his lifeguard uniform, with his tight bright shorts highlighting his mighty sword. Maybe, you should stop checking him out wuen he watching? Would that be impossible?
"Thank you." Sipping at your slushie again, the straw between your plump lips , Billy watching intently.
" You're so welcome, babe." As you pulled away from the straw, Billy held his hand out for your drink. He looked like he needed it, his exposed body was glistening in the light that travelled through the windows, what moisturiser and oils did he use to look that good. Maybe, it was just sweat. Before you could let go of the slushie his hand had latched onro the cup whilst you still held it and had taken a long sip from it. Before slowly releasing his grip from you to fiddle with the Lost boys vhs tape on the counter.
Okay, admittedly you wouldn't allow some random person to drink your drink but his smile and his 'kurt cobain' ( great description you know) eyes with his long lashes fluttering at you made your heart beat unbearably fast.
"W-what did you think of the movie?" Spluttering over you words to cover up your nerves due to the man in front of you piercing you with his eyes.
"Well, I can definitely understand how I look like Michael just ten times more attractive. Other than that, I loved it. You are very good at your job." He paused for a moment to caught his breathe before reaching up to push a strand of hair from your face.
" Though, Y/n, that does make me wonder about what else you can do." If your face was not on fire already it was now, the words dripped out of his soft lips like syrup.
"Uh.. , well, I can consume the rest of this slushie." And before you could grab the slushie , Billy had it holding it away from you, urging you to reach and grab it.
" Can you?" Huffing you sunk back into your chair , Billy just smirked from above you.
" I'm only teasing." Handing you back the slushie , and pushing the Vhs towards you.
"I need you to recommend me another movie, if you would."
You didn't see the Billy that Steve had described, other than the flirting but that was just in Billy's nature. He seemed sweet, and he seemed to take a liking to you. Sometimes multiple times a week Billy would come in ask yoj to recommend him a movie qnd then talk to you qbout it when he returned. Never, did he speak to any of your coworkers only to asl for you.
Robin and Steve and sometimes the little ones would discuss Billy and you. Sometimes being everytime they saw you two interact. For four weeks , four weeks Billy had to entered the video store with the sole purpose of talking to you with the cover of renting of videos.
On one particular day you had been walking home with rain chucking down, hail stones , lightning, the works. Your clothing stuck to your body like sap, hair stuck to your face , not one inch of you was dry. You wished you had left your walkman at home, no doubt it was ruined.
Normally you loved the rain, the smell, the droplets hitting your face , but today hadn't been the best day. Both of your coworkers that were meant to work that evening after your shift had called in sick and no one could cover, so, you were stuck alone for over three hours. Not exactly great since it is a lot to run a wh9le store by yourself. Especially when a lot of weirdos love to come in before closing. You hoped Billy may of came in today, but he didn't oddly.
It had started to rain just as you got there for your shift and hadn't stopped, and even better no one could pick you up. To say the least you figured 'oh today the day either I get hit by lightning or get murdered' .
Walking along the path holding up your hood speed walking as quick as you possibly could. The thunder so loud you didn't hear the purr of the camaro that pulled up beside you. Rolling down his window, slowly following you as you walked away from the car Billy called for you.
"Y/n/n, Y/n. Y/n! " He had to shout loud, very loud like his father, loud like when he would threaten others, he hated that he to shout like that especially at you. You thought you had been imagining hearing your name, but when you did look around you saw Billy in his car smiling at you sympathetically. Turning on your feet you had walked over to his door , your hands leaning on thedoor as you bent down to talk to him. Already dripping into his car.
"Hey, Bil-"
"Get in the car." Interrupting you , Billy gestured for you to get in, his tone warm not like he some maniac telling to get the fuck in the car or he'd skin your toes for hotdogs. You didn't argue even though you didn't want to get his car to get soaked. Sitting on the leather shutting the door of the car , pealing of your hoodie from your skin whilst Billy watched you do so.
" You shouldn't be walking in this weather." That is all he said before he began to drive.
" I didn't have any other choice, Billy." Staring at the windscreen, the window wipers clearing it for barely a microsecond, barely could you see the road a head , it was almost dark. Turning to look at you briefly, Billy tclenched his hand on the steering wheel slightly, he felt bad, it was dark and he knew you hve walked back in conditions like this previously. He wanted to offer to drive you home but he felt like that was coming on too strong and kind of creepy.
"I can't see shit, is it alright if I pull over and see if this dies down a bit?"
Thus, leaving you trapped in a car with Billy Hargroves his camaro, the car you had heard so much about. In the dark in the rain, with his cassette playing lightly in the background of the rain smacking against the car. Drenched and freezing, even with the heat on. Billy had turned to his body to face you, eyeing over your trembling body.
"We've got to warm you up." Eyes widening snapping your face to look up to Billy, you realised this was a bad idea.
"Sorry, I meant I've got a blanket and dry clothes. I'm not trying to make a move." Guessing he didn't want to get his hair wet he climbing over the console and sat in the back of the car.
"Thank you." Ushering you to come sit in the back, he held out his hand to help you across. Not before you took your shoes off to not get dirt all over his car. Smiling at you gently as you gripped his hand. Though he raised an eyebrow about your prvious actions. You managed to carefully get over the console into the seat next to Billy.
Pulling the duffle bag from the floor,Billy pulled out a shirt and a clean pair of socks before grabbing the plaid blanket which wad thrown over the back of the seat. Passing you the clean clothes, he turned away from you.
" I'll leave more spare clothes in here for next time." Next time. Next time. What did that mean. He's just being nice surely. Pulling off your trousers and socks, replacing them with the tube socks the material trapoing the little warmth in.
" Really, Billy, thank you. You didn't have to offer me a ride home or do any of this. I really appreciate it, thank you." Billy watched the droplets of rain travel down the steamed up window, smiling to himself, not just because he has time alone with you.
"Sweetheart, there's no need to thank me, just didn't want some other guy picking up my girl." Pealing off your shirt about to put Billy's shirt on.
"My girl? Wow, where is she?" You should've put the shirt on before talking, especially teasing because clearly he thought you was dressed and turned to look at you only to see you shirtless. Eyes widening, his face flushed pink, Billy had turned away ( not quickly, he got a good look).
"Hm, in my trunk." Snorting at his comment you pulled the shirt over your head and wrapped the blanket around you shuffling over closer to Billy. Your thigh pressed against his, side by side , his warmth radiating from his body. Your hair dripping still, onto the blanket and Billys shirt. Legs bare riddled with goosebumps.
The rain still hitting the car with no sign of stopping. The windows all fully steamed up with the rainning hutting , nothing could be seen. For a few minutes silence remained between the two of you.
Fiddling with the hem of Billy's old PE shirt, your mind drifted to how you were half dressed in the back seat of a car with Billy Hargrove. If Steve could see you now, can't say youd think he'd be impressed. Compared to what Steve had suggested Billy had not been anything like what you would've thought if you just went on with Steves opinion. Maybe it was a red flag if a lot of people thought that way. He was sweet to you, stopped in the rain with you, gave you clothes, came to see you at work just to talk to you ( with the excuse that he was just renting movies) and well stole your slushie. You had grown fond of Billy, you hadn't realised until today when you didn't see him.
The presence of a rough hand being placed gently on your bare cold thigh had caused you to look up from the shirt to the hand on your thigh up to the blue eyes looking at you. Both of you knew that you would no doubt be suck here for a while.
"You know, this isn't a ploy to get in you pants. I know you've no doubt heard a lot about me." Shuffling closer to Billy you waited watching him bite his lip slightly contemplating whether to say more.
"What I'm getting at is we don't know much about each other but I'd like to get know you." Removing his hand from your thigh, gently brushed your hair out of your face Billys arm wrapped around your shoulder.
"I'd like that too." Sitting in the company of Billy Hargrove until the rain settled, just talking about nothing and everything. Time passing quickly , four hours had past before Billy had been able to drive you home.
Sitting in front of your house still in Billys clothes shoes back on, your wet clothes sat on your lap. Tying your hoodie around your waist as to cover yourself for when you'd have to walk to your house.
The thunder and lightning had stopped but the rain was still pouring. The street lights projecting orange light into the pathment , the droplets of rain illuminated by the light. Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel briefly in thought, Billy turned to looked at you once with a small smile before jumping out the car , rushing to the passenger door. Pulling his leather jacket from his shoulders , his curls begining to be weighed by the rain, opening the car door for you. Leaning over placing a foot on the drenched road before getting out of the car, closing the door behind you.
Billy held his jackekt over your head, both of you rushing to get to your house, pulling your keys out of your bag at the same time. Pushing the door open, pulling Billy into your house by his waist.
"So, want to stay over? I have Lost boys on tape."
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Cheater Joe Part 9: Pathetic
Masterlist: here
Tag List: @rach5ive @perfectlysunny02 @taurusxmun @bibieddiesgf @tlclick73 @itswormtrain
TW: Language and mentions of cheating
A/N: You get to find out why Joe cheated and…yeah it’s nothing you didn’t expect probably oh and Dacre putting Joe is his place is just 🫠🤤 so enjoy!
*Joe wants Dacre to back off but Dacre wants Joe to know exactly how he feels about him*
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Credit:- @hellfiredits on Instagram
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Dacre montgomery x Reader
You and Dacre met on the set of stranger things 2, you were playing Dustin’s older sister in the series. You met at the meeting when filming first began. You were sat in between him and Joe keery. Most of your scenes you filmed were with Dacre, Natalia and Gaten.
During your first time interacting with him you recognized him from the power rangers movie that came out a couple of years ago.
“Wait a minute didn’t you play the red power ranger in the new power rangers movie” You say to him and he instantly smiles. “Yeah I did, you watched the movie?” he responds by starting a conversation with you.
“Yeah, I took my younger brother to go watch it. It was quite a good movie” You say to him. You two then started talking which was good since your Characters would be love interests on the show.
The first day of shooting was a really hard and long day. You were in the dressing room getting your hair and make-up done when Dacre came in to get his wig done and he saw you in your costume. Your hair was now really curly and was put in a ponytail for the shot and you were wearing a black top and ripped jeans and some black boots.
“Hey Dacre or should i say Billy” You say getting into character, he was wearing his first outfit and was getting his wig done. “Wow you look nice C/N” says as he finishes getting his wig done. You finally got a good look at Billy's character and you could tell he was the bad boy type.
Over time everyone could tell that you and Dacre had chemistry on set and off cameras. When it was the first romantic scene between you two you were a bit nervous since you had caught feelings for him and instead of an on-screen kiss you thought it was a real kiss. When it came to the kiss all the girls were hyping you up saying you could do this especially natalia she knew about your crush on Dacre and could tell dacre liked you too.
When it came to the premier of Season 2 it was revealed that you and dacre were dating when you came out the limousine holding hands and had matching outfits, at first the fans thought it was because of your characters but then it hit them that they were dating.
Season 3 was the hardest for you both to film because Dacre had to pretend to choke you in a scene when Billy was flayed and Your character was protecting Max, Mike and El. Your acting was that good. He actually thought he was hurting you and had to stop to make sure you were okay.
After Season 3, You and Dacre moved to Australia to live together, in 2020 You were called back in to act in season 4, Dacre went with you because he missed the other cast members especially Sadie and Joe. The duffer brothers decide to take it up a notch and decide to make the character you're playing pregnant with Billy's Child and kill you off as one of Vecna's victims.
It was shocking and heartbreaking to the fans when it was revealed by Nancy when she said “We need to bury them with Billy”. When it was time for the season 4 premier Dacre was your date again and the paparazzi loved seeing you together since they haven't heard anything about you two since the season 3 premiere. After that you and dacre went back to Australia.
In 2026, You and Dacre returned for a 10 year anniversary of Stranger Things. It was nice to reunite with the cast members, Most people pointed out that you had a bump. You were indeed pregnant with Dacre’s child. It was also revealed that you had gotten married in 2024, you had a beach wedding and both of your families were invited.
Let me know if you want a Stranger Things cast x you romance with any other characters
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Just a little Drabble
I don’t know either to finish this or not, so I’m letting the stan’s here help me decide if they find me :)) also felt like I should let the other folks know, I do not support Billy’s actions, he’s a fucking asshole. But he is an attractive character and for the ones in the back, just because I find a character attractive does not mean I support them.
Warnings: Smut, dom!reader bottom!billy, brat!billy, sex toys
Smut under the cut
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“Please,” he moaned, his fist clenching onto the sheets under him.
“Please what baby?” A grin spreads across your face as your fingers roam his body. He leans into your touch and lets out a small moan when your fingers grazes over his nipples.
“I’m-“ he gasps, eyes slamming shut and throws his head back as he feels your finger rub against the tip of his pretty cock. “Fuck! You know what I want!”
“I do?” You pull back, pretending that you don’t know anything. “Oh, want me to stop touching you? Your little cock looks awfully angry.”
“It’s not little,” he protests.
You feel yourself grin when you see his face drop into complete shock. That’s when you pull away and start pulling up your skirt, but a quick yell of your name makes you pause mid way.
“Yes?”
“What do you think you’re doing? I didn’t say to stop.”
“Then what do you want me to do?” You know what he wants and he knows that you know to. But, you want to hear him say it, you want him to beg for it.
“Touch me for fucks sake!”
You shake your head, disproving of his answer. “That’s no way to talk someone who’s in control of your pleasure, baby.” You crawl back into his lap in between his legs, “You wanna retry that again?”
He didn’t respond, his pride to big to break down. “F-fuck you!”
“Fine,” you hiss. You lean over your boyfriend and opened the drawer that was beside the bed and pulled out a black vibrator. “If you’re going to act like this love, well then don’t bother to stop me.” Before Billy could get a word in, you turned the toy on and placed it right on his tip.
Billy gasped and threw his head back once more, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the bedsheets under him.
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HE’S SO PRETTY.
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"am i dreaming or is that you, Harrington?" Billy spitted out after taking a puff of his cigarette, walking towards the high school king, Steve Harrington.
"yeah it's me, don't cream your pants." Steve lets out, arms resting on his hips as he also walks towards Billy.
They both stopped giving some space between them.
"let's get this over with." Steve crossed his arms across his chest, having a hatred eye contact with the man in front of him.
Billy let's out an annoyed chuckle and look away "trust me, Harrington.. you're not the only one feeling uncomfortable here. If it wasn't for them, you'd be bleeding right now."
Steve's jaw clenched as his eyes rolled back "Don't start. It's just a night, it'll be over sooner than your popularity".
Billy nodded a few times, sliding his tongue on his lips before taking a step forwards "listen up, Harrington-"
"BITCH?!" You rush out of Steve's house, overjoyed to see your best friend and start your perfect movie night.
"YOU DUMBASS" she shot back after exiting Billy's passenger's seat to run to you. You both jumped in each other's arms. "I missed you so much!" She mumbled
"i missed you like crazy! The movie and the pop corns are waiting." you and your best friend both, jumped up and down in excitement to finally have a double date with your boyfriends. They were staring at you both with parted lips. Inside them, they were happy to see you like that but annoyed that they have to spend the rest of the night with each other.
"Let's start our double date!" You turned your head to face them and motioned with your finger for them to follow. "Ladies! Let's go inside."
"How did you convinced him?" Your best friend whispered while embracing your arm, as you walked towards the house.
"puppy eyes is all you need, sister." you replied, snapping your fingers "what about you? Bet Billy didn't take it well"
"I'll tell you everything.." she chuckled and entered the house.
The boys exchanged one last glance to each other before following you.
"For Y/N." Steve whispered
"For Y/B/F/N" Billy whispered
"it's just a night."
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Morning~ Dacre Montgomery
Summary : No Summary, just waking up to a beautiful sight as Dacre Montgomery.
Authors Not : I was talking with @sage-the-z0mbie about this and I was so happy she pushed me to write this, it was cute with teasing in it too.
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You fluttered your eyes scrunching up your nose in discomfort as the sun peeked through the curtain neat the window. The soft breeze of the wind causing you to shiver as you turned to your side, yawning. A body laid next you, with little snores coming out of them.
He laid on his stomach with one arm underneath the pillow, his eyes flutter closed. You were jealous of the way his eyelashes kissed underneath his eyelids to his cheeks. His hair laid perfectly untouched and the softness of his skin on his bare back was inviting you to dance your fingertips on it.
He was beautiful.
You softly moved to sit up and rub your eyes when you heard a groan from besides you. A small yelp escapes from you feeling a strong grip on your waist pulling you to him. Looking down, he made no other movements and still looked like he was asleep.
You moved on your other side reaching for your phone that laid beside the bed charging still. The time read 8 a.m. You put your phone back down as you turned to look up at the ceiling of your bedroom.
A few moments pass as you think to yourself how were you going to escape your boyfriends grip as he laid, sleeping peacefully next to you. You had met Dacre through a good friend of yours, Joe Keery. Joe and you worked on a few project together, and he was like a big brother to you. You had hanged out with Decre a few times before Joe had blabbered his mouth off telling him that you had a crush on him. Dacre had one too, on you.
You pulled off the comforter off your legs slowly. It made a small sound and you hoped that it didn't wake Dacre. It didn't.
You were about to slip out of bed when you felt him press himself against your ass. He was wide awake.
" Where do you think your going?" He asked, his Australian accent thicker in the morning. You turned to lay back down, turning your head to look at your boyfriend. His blue eyes looked into yours as he waited for your answer.
" I wanted to go make breakfast" He shook his head as he tugged you closer to him. He always felt like s furnace, he wrapped his arm around you, running his hand up and down your back as he moved that your nose brushed against his. His breathe fanned over your face as he looked at you.
" No" he said, lifting his head up and moving to the side as he leaned capturing your lips with his. His lips were soft in the morning. You watched him even put chapstick on before going to bed. He wanted make sure his lips were kissable in the morning as he wanted his morning kiss.
You kissed him back, his hand went down to your hips and he tugged on the shirt you wore to bed pulling you on top of him. Your hair falls as a curtain over your face and his. He brushes his fingers through your hair, moving it back around your shoulder as he continued to kiss you.
Your legs were on either side of him as you pulled away, sitting on top of him as you glanced down at how beautiful he looked. A few strands of hair fell on is forehead, his sleepy loving gaze looked back at you, the smile he wore made your heart flutter every time and his hands were on your hips where he traced the small skin underneath your shirt.
" You're so pretty" you tell him. A chuckle erupted from his chest.
" You're beautiful" he says, running his fingers through your hair as he looked up at you. He was in love with you. You were his person and mornings with you was his favorite.
You leaned down placing kisses slowly up to his chest. You feel him shiver underneath you. Dacre watches as your lips made their way up to his neck and to his lips where he kissed you back, but he flipped you over that you laid your back on the bed while he was on top.
He kissed you with so much passion and so much love that it made your head cloud when he pulled away, nuzzling his face into your neck.
"You're my favorite" you wrap your arms around him and ran your fingers up and down his spine. " That tickles" he giggles as he moves on top of you before placing a kiss on your neck.
" You're my favorite, too" Dacre says as he lips go from your neck to your cheek to your other cheek to your nose to your chin to your eyelids, both of them, to your forehead and then a pack on your lips.
Sudden noise interrupted the moment between the two of you making the both of you laugh. It was your stomach grumbling already.
" Come on, let's go make that tummy happy with food" Dacre removes himself on top of you and the comforter drops from his shoulder revealing that he slept in his boxers. They are slightly hung on his hips and your mouth waters at the sight.
He does notices the hunger look on your face, a smirk grazes his lips as he stands up from the bed offering his hand for you to take. Your eyes roam over him. Taking it in on how beautiful he looked in the mornings.
When you made no moments, he leaned back on the bed and hovers over you. He leans down to peck your lips.
" Your tummy is waiting" he sings poking your stomach causing you to squirm. You lean up taking his hand that he offered you as he lets you up, but your pouting.
" What?" He asks, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Has he done something wrong?
" turn around" still confused on what you mean, he does as he's told as he turns around. He puts two and two when you latch onto his back and wrap your legs around him. He takes a hold of your legs as he carries you piggy style to the kitchen, but he runs there pretending to drop you as he enters the kitchen, laughing.
" That's not funny" you put your arms across your chest as you playfully glare at him. " I'm sorry" he stands in between your legs as he puckers his lips for a kiss. You turn your head away from him pretending to be mad. His hand reaches out to move the hair away from your neck, the brush of his fingers against your neck makes you shiver. He leans down brushing his lips against your neck that was exposed to him, laying small kisses there. You loved the feeling of his lips on your skin, anywhere really.
You gasped as you felt his teeth nip at the spot that he placed kisses on. Your hand moves to his shoulder, holding him there as he continues to mark you. His tongue licks over the spot he nicked soothing the burn. Your other hand goes into his hair, taking a hold of it as you tug causing him to groan.
You tug his head back exposing his neck to you. Your lips attach to his neck, placing small feather kisses across his neck. Your lips dance over his Adam's apple, nipping it on there. He moans as you do, his ands squeezing your waist. His hand goes into your hair, taking your hair into his fist as he tugs causing you to moan.
" You don't play fair, Montgomery" he smirks, small whimper escapes from him from the loss of your lips on his neck.
" We're just getting started, baby" he says as he pulls you off the counter, you wrap your legs around his waist as he takes you back into the bedroom.
Breakfast was long forgotten.
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What is she to you? [ Billy Hargrove X fem! Reader]
Warning: angst, fighting, fluff
Prompts: #1 “this will be the last time you lie to me” & #2 “You know it’s not like that”
Every time I see my boyfriend he’s flirting with women at his work. In particular my moms best friend Karen Wheeler. I scowl as I walk into the pool seeing him talk to her.
“Mrs. Wheeler! So what do you say? Tonight.. there’s a motel.” He winks. “Sure.” She smiles. He turns to see me. “Y/n?” He smirks. “Fuck you asshole!” I hand him his lunch before leaving the pool. “Y/n?!”
He runs after me grabbing my arm. “Get off of me! We will deal with this at home.” I whisper tears in my eyes. “Fuck..” he mutters watching me leave the parking lot.
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I scowl as he walks in the room changing his clothes. “Yes go have fun.” I murmur. “What?” He turns to me. “I said, go have fun with a woman that’s my moms best friend and twice as old as us!” I shout at him.
“What the hell is your problem?!” He yells back at me. “You!! Your my problem! Who is she to you?!” I walk to the closet. “She’s no one I’m just teaching her to swim!” He angrily responds.
“She knows how to swim Billy!! She’s a 40 year old woman!” I Spit coldly grab his clothes. “What the hell are you doing!?”
“This will be the last time you lie to me!” I look for the rest of his stuff. “I’m not lying to you y/n, baby you gotta believe me.” He grabs me trying to pull me into a hug.
“Oh so your not going to fuck her? It’s okay if I go with?” I watch his face. ��I-I.. you know it’s not like that!”
“Then what is it like! Explain it to me Billy! Why is this 40 year old woman getting treated better than your girlfriend?!” I cry out.
“Sweetheart..” he reaches for me holding me. “Listen to me baby.. I’m just flirting. It never means anything. Just some harmless flirting to some older ladies to make them feel better because their husbands don’t love them like they used to. Like tonight with Karen. I doubt she’s gonna show.”
“And if she does?” I look up at him tears in my eyes. “Then I’m not doing anything with her.” The phone rings just as he calms me down a little. “You want me to get that or you?” He asks sitting me down.
“You better do it.. I might scream at whoever’s on the phone.” I chew on my lip. “Okay.” He answers the phone watching over at me. “Mrs wheeler?” He questions.
“Mhm, mhmm.. I’m sorry you feel that way but don’t expect anything else, understand Karen?” He hangs up the phone. “W-What did she say?” I ask as he picks me up. “Said she couldn’t make it, said she had a family and a husband and kept saying she was sorry and doesn’t want me to be mad at her.” He places me under the blankets.
“I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t know I was hurting you so bad..” he gets in the bed next to me, shirtless and wearing his sweatpants.
I lay my head on his chest. “I should have said something.. I’m sorry for bursting out like that.” He caresses my face with his hand softly. “It’s not your fault. There’s fault to both of us.”
I hold onto him. “It’s alright.. just sleep for tonight. We will talk more about it tomorrow or ignore it happened and never step on those boundaries again.” He whispers kissing my head.
“Thank you…” I whisper. He smiles softly before wrapping his arms around me tighter. “Goodnight Darling.” He turns the light off. “Goodnight, Billy.” I reach up and give him a long kiss.
“Those kisses are to die for.” He smirks. “Goodnight, billy!” He chuckles closing his eyes.
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I hope you enjoyed it!
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Dacre Montgomery NSFW ABC
A - Aftercare
Dacre makes sure you’re as comfortable as possible. If he was rather rough, then he’ll make sure to check that you aren’t too damaged and might even give you some special attention if he isn’t too tired.
B - Bottom or Top
He is a top, you can tell just by looking at him. He is as ‘dominant top’ as they come and will destroy any ass he can get his hands on.
C - Cum
He’s obsessed with cumming inside your hole until your leaking. The only other thing just as satisfying is shooting right down your throat.
D - Dress Up
He actually enjoys dressing up as his Stranger Things character and pretending to be Billy - it is the only time that he will be a submissive top and let you do horrible things to the character that deserves it.
E - Experience
He’s very experienced, been with plenty of people to know his way around the body.
F - Favourite Bodypart
He loves a partner’s nipples. It is both a weird body part to like, but also, not so much.
G - Gag reflex
Most guys skip the part of letting him give them a blowjob and just want his cock up their ass so he can only take about four inches - although he’s happy to practice on you.
H - Hair
Dacre is pretty clean shaven. He has a little happy trail, thinks it makes him look hotter.
I - Intimacy
He is rather intimate. He prefers to maintain eye contact as he’s fucking you - level of intimacy.
Read the rest on one of the below pages!
I'm still alive and still taking requests. Now that I've got this out fo the way, my muse is back and working.
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I have no idea if your reqs are open but if they are here’s an idea for a fic
Crybaby!reader x Billy. I will elaborate but like-
Just rlly sensitive and when Billy pushes reader away then their upset and won’t talk to Billy, leading to an argument at school and that night Billy shows up at their window like, “I’m sorry..” but he’s all bashful about it because he feels bad and it’s been nagging him all day.
(Feel free to ignore this lol, I just need some good Billy fluff to angst) - Fynix
Cry baby, cry baby
𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: One of Billy's friends makes an offhanded comment about you and when reaching out for your amused boyfriend he pushes you away - leading to a fight and flustered Billy coming to apologize after.
𝔱𝔴'𝔰: insults (towards reader), none that I can think of
𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱:
𝔞/𝔫: yep, title's inspired by 'cry baby' from Melanie Martinez! Don't listen to her as much anymore, but this was the perfect title :). Dear @fynixsworld , I hope this is what you hoped for. Very, very sorry that this took so incredibly long - I've been in kind of a slump and got nothing done :')
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Standing with Billy and his friends was one of the disadvantages in your relationship. Their conversations consisted of who they've slept with, who was going to throw the next party, and boasting around with the most ridiculous things (which oftentimes if not always shocked you that they were proud of some of the things).
Obviously, it wasn't obligatory to stand with them. But after school, there was barely a time you didn't want to go home with Billy - or have him come home with you - so you usually tended to stick around until he left, too.
Today was one of your bad days. A day, where everything got on your nerves and just about everything, as irrelevant as it could be, was going to make you cry.
You cried easily when you were angry, sad, or just emotional and you've grown to hate it. You used to be fine with it - you were just really expressive, there's nothing wrong with that, is it? -, until you cried during class for the first time.
Your teacher had yelled at you in front of everyone, completely humiliating you, and there was nothing you could've done to keep the tears from running.
You will never forget how everyone laughed at you - except some of the more civil ones that send you pitiful glances instead - and how embarrassing it was. The shame because of it didn't leave you for days after.
So when the bell rang, insinuating the end of your last period, you couldn't help the relieved sigh. Your teacher sent you a suspicious look and you flustered, carelessly throwing everything in your bag before fleeing the crowded classroom.
It was summer, only about three weeks left before the summer holiday, and it was hot.
The sun rose early in the morning and not a single cloud was in the sky over the day, the heat boiling you and everyone else alive. Summer meant short skirts and cropped tops wherever you looked, it was no secret that this was the jocks' favorite season after all.
You had decided to go a little out of your comfort zone, wearing a tight dress. It wasn't as colorful as some of the other girls' dresses were, instead a pastel blue that lightly shimmered, the silky fabric flowy and comfortable on your skin. Some delicate jewelry adorned your wrist - a small, silver bracelet that Billy had gotten you for last Christmas. On your fingers was one of his rings, a less bulky one, also silver.
With your bag secured you made your way through the other students that were crowding the hallway and out to the parking lot. There was smoke coming from Billy's group and you wrinkled your nose, smelling it from your place already.
When you walked up next to Billy you had pushed the bad feelings aside, simply leaning against him and waiting for a comment about your outfit.
Instead of doing so, he ignored you, proudly talking about his keg skills he'd proven a while back. Although his arm was secured around your waist you felt rather unwelcome, the missing greeting making you scowl a little.
Telling yourself to just push past it you straighten up and lean into him more, his body heat making the weather less bearable than it already was but lessening the impending feeling of uncertainty you felt.
None of the boys acknowledged you, which you were happy with until they did. It started with a simple comment about your dress and you didn't mind it too much as it wasn't directly an insult whatsoever. But then they continued and Billy just stood there, showing you off proudly. "That's a short dress, sweetheart. You got any plans with him tonight?" One of them asks and your insides crawl at the pet name. When Billy called you that it made you explode with happiness - the intimate name increasing your pulse by tenfold.
"She sure does," Billy smirks and steps on his cigarette to ensure it was out before getting back into the conversation. Now, this was one of the comments you didn't mind but didn't appreciate. This group was the last people you want to have knowledge about your and your boyfriend's sex life, as it ensured even more teasing.
"Dude, the dress is nice and all but she ain't got the body for it." This was a straight punch to your stomach. There was a lot you could take and wouldn't get mad over but you were easily insecure as it is, and in this dress especially. The already bad day just got horrible and tears shoot in your eyes when Billy doesn't even try defending you. Not caring about what they will think, you turn to him, "Will you not say anything? Just laugh with them?"
He looks confused and stays quiet for a second before replying, "What are you talking about?" His voice is slightly aggressive and you could cry - this meant he was in a bad mood or had no intention of even trying to understand you right now.
"You know what, I'll just go home now," you chuckle emptily and turn away.
He catches your wrist in his hand and squeezes a little, not hard enough to hurt but be uncomfortable. "Let me go." Instead, he just pulls you back against his body, the guys behind him laughing with each other while watching the scene.
"You're not going anywhere. Don't be dramatic," you scoff - was he serious right now?
"Don't scoff at me." He says angrily and pulls you back when you try leaving again, making you stumble a little. "I'll do whatever I want. Let go," the tears are still blurring your vision and you have to concentrate not to let them fall while the fight with Billy increases.
He had a short temper and even if his whole anger issues thing had bettered while with you it was still there and it would take longer to fix. You accepted that part of him and you knew well that right now this would lead to nothing, which is why you tried leaving instead of making this worse.
"Nah, you're staying until you explain what the fuck is going on with you," his voice is cocky but demanding and there's a dangerous flint in his eyes. You knew he would never hurt you, the grip around your wrist which you could easily escape proof of this, but this whole situation was too much right now and the fact he didn't even understand your side or stand up for you was close to breaking your 'don't cry in school' rule.
"Oh," it's sarcastic and you know he catches it, so you continue, "Did you even hear what he said to me? Are you, in any kind of way, capable of seeing what's wrong with that? How I feel right now?" He rolls his eyes and that's just about your final push and you rip your arm away.
"See where you're sleeping tonight, don't dare show up at my place." In hindsight it was stupid to leave and not wait for both of you to calm down, because here you were, crying while walking the seven-mile way to your home.
Sweat was mixing with tears and you were soaked through when you finally arrived at your house. Quickly running up the stairs to your room - locking the door of it - you pull off the stupid dress that had ruined your day and throw it in the corner of your room before jumping on your bed, head in the pillow that infuriatingly smelled of Billy's shampoo and cologne.
With a curse falling from your lips you turn to your side and stare out of the window.
This wasn't how today was supposed to go.
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Back at school, Nancy who had heard the whole exchange due to meeting up with Steve was lecturing Billy angrily. She was a close friend of yours and when she saw you cry she immediately went to set the culprit straight.
So, flustered and with a hurt ego Billy sped off, flipping Nancy off at the same time. He would make you call her later and thank her for making clear why you were upset with him and how to fix it, while simultaneously apologizing for his inappropriate behavior. Usually, he wouldn't care at all, let this random girl be hurt or not - it's whatever.
But if you found out you'd have his head.
The rest of the day was spent preparing a perfect apology, including your favorite shirt of his and those expensive flowers you loved.
Styling his hair took, admittedly, longer than usual as he kept finding stray hairs that weren't sitting right. He'd stopped putting as much effort into his appearance when you started dating, especially when you stopped doing so, too.
Seeing you in your sleepwear, hair messy, made him realize how much you trusted him and he wanted to show you he trusted you too. It was an unusual and secretive way of showing it but it worked for you two, so why not?
Climbing into your window was one thing he'd mastered by now. On the garage roof, rain pipe, and lastly, your window sill. Your window was unlocked at all times for which he scolded you before, it could be just anyone coming into your room after all.
Situating himself he opened the window and silently jumped in, the flowers still undamaged to his luck. Without a sound, he closed the window - locking it - and turned to your bed. You were staring at him, eyebrows scrunched in distaste and tears having left your face red and puffy.
He bashfully smiled at your state and kneeled in front of the bed, the flowers held close to your face. "Came to apologize and make up for what I did," he explains and lays the flowers on your nightstand - making a mental note to put them into a vase later.
"So now you know what you did wrong?" You question and throw him an unbelieving glare. His smile shrinks a little at his stubbornness earlier and he hangs his head, "I'm sorry, princess."
You could fold right then and there but you keep yourself together, waiting for more. "I should've defended you from the stupid comments of the guys. I didn't and started an unnecessary fight instead. Forgive me?" He has his puppy eyes out, and you just melt.
Tears spring into your eyes again and you scoot back a little to make space for him when he settles down next to you - shoes laying in a corner where he discarded them to. "You're an idiot."
He chuckles at that and agrees, playing with your hair. "That I am. Yours though, right?" It's teasing and you softly punch his chest before nodding.
That's when he thinks back to the comment that started your fight. "You looked amazing in that dress, by the way. Got me horny in public," he snuggles his nose against your cheek and places a kiss there before inching closer to your lips.
"Could've said so," you say, still salty about the whole thing.
"Should have, could have… how about I just show you now?" You fluster but comply - who could say no to that, after all?
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Billy Hargrove x reader
Idle hands are the devils playground
Summary: Billy hating you and you hating billy. But not really, getting close to you after fake dating. Teasing him , having what is stereotypically a 'girls night'plaiting his hair and painting his nails.
Wordcount: 3385
Warning: language, sex references, I don't know what this is came to me at 3am. Showering together with clothes on.
A/n: Still pissed at Max, I thought it was a trick her saying she wanted Billy dead like wtf girl, man, if i was vecna you would've be first you little bitch. SORRY. Also , this is the last imagine before I go away Wednesday till late friday for my birthday! So stay safe and I'll be back soon to write bulltrue p2. :) also uk weather is killing me. NOT MY IMAGES
To say the least you hated Billy, you despised him. Oh, but his feelings for you were similar. Seeing you with Steve every day and those fucking nerds, why would you hang around with them. Why wouldn't you want to be around him? He hated you having a better relationship with Max than he did, even though he didn't try.
Didn't help that he'd see you all the time because you just happened to hangout with Max. He hated how you could brush him off so easily, no one did that to him. After the first few tries of flirting with no interest from you he decided he wouldn't be nice anymore. The whole 'he's mean/teasing you because he likes you.' approach.
If you didn't hate him before you definitely did now. The way he treated the kids, Lucas? For liking his sister? C'mon he was like 12, oh would you rather Max to have no friends? What moves did Lucas have? 'Wanna see my transformers?' Who almost hits kids with their car and beats them up, you know he's like 5,9 but seriously. You were the kids unofficial babysitter alongside Steve, everyone loves a team up, you heard about everything.
And how many times did he beat up Steve up? Gosh darn, keep it in your pants, Steve is very hot doesn't me Billy had to get his attention like that, just bend over.
Like hell you'd accept a date with Billy after all that shit, should've done diy vasectomy when he was done to be honest when he was down, would've saved a lot of girls. Hell, Billy would even agree he just loves getting his pickle tickled. But he hadn't in a while ever since you were constantly plaguing his mind.
So when Billy had came looking for Max again when you were all hanging out at Steve's house because his parents were never home. His anger was out of the roof seeing you not only with Steve but with his step sister too.
"Well, well, look who it is. You wouldn't happen to know where Max is, would you?"
Billy stood in front of you leaning on the wall, his face more angsty than usual, whilst his words were playful his tone was not. No charming smile, instead his jaw was clenched hard.
"Wouldn't you like to know, prettyboy." Smiling at Billy purposely trying to rile up him, standing up straight off the wall, stepping close to you, attempting to intimidate you. He was dangerously close you could feel his breath on you.
"Cut the shit, where is she?" His words harsh yet no louder than a whisper, grinding his teeth as he spoke. His hand placed above your head on the closed door boxing you in.
"What do I get if I tell you?" Smurk creasing up your face once again. His brows crunching together, eyes softing on you for a moment.
"Ugh, what do you want?" Billy couldn't deny his interest.
"Well, I want you to my fake boyfriend." The frown that covered his face previously was replaced with a mischievous grin, that was very interesting to him, sounded like an opportunity.
"And why would I do that?"
"Curiosity. You're going to want it. You won't be able to resist. You're going to want to know what it tastes like." Leaning in close to him, your breath on his face your tongue drifting out your mouth for a moment licking your upper lip, Billy's eyes locked onto your movements. His mouth gaped slightly.
"But, seeing as you're a good man deep deep down I know that you'd never put me in a position that would compromise my honor, you'll do this without trying anything." Your fingers dancing over Billy's chest briefly before tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear. His hand gripping around your waist to stop you.
Truthfully there was not a person that ypu were trying to prove or make jealous by fake dating Billy, you just wanted to know if he was really as assholie as he put on. Or maybe yoyr reasons went deeper, Billy was attractive maybe you just wanted to know what it would be like to be his girlfriend without giving into him. Otherwuse you wouldn't ever get chance at having a very attractive boyfriend, you didn't think highly of yourself.
Almost falling on your ass when the door was pulled open, if it wasn't for Billy latched his hand on your other arm, holding you up until you steaded yourself on your feet.
"Y/n, what's taking so long? I thought you had...been kidnapped." Turning your head to see Steve stood at the door, eyes focusing on Billy as his words slowed down when first sight of him.
"Heya, bigboy. Just asking my girl here if Max is here." Steve's disgusted face turned to Billy to you to Billy to you. Maybe he thought the pet name was just Billy trying to get on your nerves, you both hated eachother too much or it would just lead to sex and that's it not dating yuck.
Billy's hands had long left your arms and now were wrapped your waist pulling you into him your back connected to his chest, his chin rested on your shoulder. It felt weird to have Billy touching you at all, the smell of salt , mint and vanilla surrounded you. Steve just stared eyes wide, eyebrows raised mouth open before calling for Max.
It was so unlike you to go for Billy you had displayed nothing but dislike for the guy and Steve even felt hurt but Billy made it believable. That didn't stop your hate for each didn't stop because that, though it wasn't as severe, the both of you did get to know eachother more in the couple of weeks.
Hell, Billy didn't even get with an girls whilst you were 'dating'. He would hold your hand, or have his arm around your shoulder or touching you someway in public. Openingly admitting you were together, even pecking your cheek. Though, of course both of you had set out ground rules.
Billy wasn't even sure why he had agreed to it, it was stupid, you would tell him why you needed him or did he get anything out of this(other than your lovely company of course).
At first it just included Billy being your personal chauffer to everywhere, him visiting you at family video ( even stealing half your lunch when you were on break sitting on the hood of his car together), taking you to the cinema. Far as you were concerned he was overdoing, you had underestimated him. He was a good boyfriend. He had it all done from the lingering soft touches to the heart eyed smiles. He was a great actor... pfft, sure he was.
Billy had moved out from his dad's house barely a month ago, although the thought of Max being alone with his father frightened him he knew him living close and 'dating' you, if anything was to happen she had someone to go to. His behaviour, though it was already getting better, had improved dramatically since having his own safe space. Finding yourself over his house often, you almost felt like the two of you were friends. The teasing however between the two of you never stopped. Really it wasn't teasing it was hardcore flirting.
Often you'd go there because of Max was or looking for her, deep down knowing that was far from the truth. Billy was either working, working out, smoking orbreleasing a little tnesion. Though, he used to Mr popular other than having girls over he was alone a lot. Hell, Max did feel bad for him after you shined a light on some of his issues and causes. Max felt a little guilty, so she started to come to his place. At first he was resistant to her being over but soon, she could come over without a fuss. Slowly , slowly their relationship was repairing and getting better.
Sat on Billy's couch as you watched him lift weights, Max sat close to you eyes set on the tv.
"Nah, mate you couldn't even do a push up with a bag of flour on your back." You spoke Billy's eyes catching yours, you had been making fun of him the whole afternoon. Placing the weights down, Billy had dropped to the hardwood flooring in planking positok
"Oh yeah? C'mere, Max."
"What?" Max's eyes had shot up to see her shirtless brother on the floor, words panicked as you laughed to yourself.
"On my back, now." shaking her head in resistance. Billy had looked up at her once , his lips in a straight line patience lowering bored with waiting. Sighing Max walked over, you following helping her sit cross legged on her brothers back.
After about twenty push-ups Max had got of Billy's back. "Yeah, we get it." Billy's smirk never left his face he squished down next to you on the couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulder.
"Ew, stop Billy you're all sweaty!" Billy simply let out a low chuckle before throwing his legs over you, which was mostly his skin because his shorts were unbelievable short, trapping you.
Max had left shortly after to meet with the boys leaving you stuck with Billy. Shuffling from Billy's grip, though he doesn't budge instead he pushes you down, back against the seat of sofa. His whole body weight against you, his stubble tickling against your neck, breath hot his sweat sticking to you. Trying to pry him off by pushing his shoulders, his eyes looking back into yours.
Smirk piping up on his face for moment before he attacked your sides, his fingers tickling at your bare skin under your shirt. Squirming under him as air escaped your lungs quickly.
"N-no, p-pl-please!" Your words drawn out as you spoke between the short gaps of your laughs. Billy had grabbed under your legs pulling you close to him, right against him, his finger pressed into your thighs. His freckled cheeks slightly at your close contact but that wasn't because of nerves.Now right below him legs raised over his hips, his face inches from yours, breath hot your skin, his eyelashes fluttering at you as gazed down to your soft lips.
"Y-you smell and you've wiped all your sweat on me." Stuttering over your words slightly, breaking Billy's stare.
"Thanks, babe. You love it really." His voice laced with sarcasm, his hair dagging down. Scoffing at his words as you wiggled around trying to get away from him, only for to hold onto your thighs harder, raising an eyebrow at you warningly.
"No, go shower."
"Nah," squinting his eyes his voice high pitched as he answered you, lifting you from the sofa, giving you no choice but to hold onto him and not crack your head open on the floor. Before you could fully understand what was happening water was running and whilst holding Billy had gotten in the shower, soaking all your clothes. Mouth slightly gapped reacting to the cold water from the shower, Billy grinning at you.
"I said you not me!" Billys gripped still tight on you, eyes staring back into yoyrs, you did the only thing you could think of. Leaning forward you licked the side of his face. Eyes widening for moment as he pulled back from you, he had loosened his grip.
"Did you just lick my face?" He asked you rhetorical. His curls stuck to him weighed down by water, droplets travelling down his tanned chest, his long eyelashes clumped by the water.
"No?" You had defended unsure of your answer, taking the opportunity to slip from Billy's grip and out of shower. Water going everywhere, you had grabbed a towel.
"If you wanted a taste you only had ask." He had teased, now cleaning himself still in his shorts, sneaking glances as you stripped down to your underwear and bra quickly wrapping the towel around you.
"Go get something from my room to wear."
That's exactly what you did, now sat back on the sofa in one of Billy's shirts as Billy got dressed. One of your knees pulled up to your chest as you painted your toenails.
"Hey, since I accidentally soaked all your clothes, are you going to stay the- Oh , sweetheart," He began to talk to you from the hall, Interrupting himself when he saw you, your eyes locking up to him, his pupils dilated as he stared biting his lower lip gently. Heat rushing to your cheeks.
"No, Billy I was going to walk home in your t shirt and that's all. Yes, I'm staying, now order food or cook." Sarcasm dripping from your words, Billy letting a 'shesh' turning his head back at you as he walked to the phone, from the corner of his eyes he looked you, small smirk on his face.
Soon he had ordered and was sat next to you again, deciding to watch st elms fire because you had insisted he was coping Rob Lowe.
"C'mon, Billy! Let me paint your nails, guys especially with long hair look so hot with them. Would drop my pants for David bowie wit-"
Truthfully, when you'd ask Billy to do certain things, even if wanted to( which 99 percent of the time he did.) he'd make you beg before agreeing. He loved to hear that. The last sentence particularly interesting to him. It wasn't unknown to him that he had really grown attached to you over the last weeks.
"Okay, fine." With smile giggle of excitement that made Billy's heart swell, you began your work. Applying one coat of black nail polish to his nails was all that was needed, eyeing your handy work. Billy couldn't help but agree that it look good, but then again he always did.
"You gonna drop your pants now, babe?"
"I did, in the bathroom remember? " scoffing at you in fake annoyance. Glancing up to his face his hair still damp, his face soft still his eyes reaching yours questioning the smirk on your lips, his eyebrows crunching together.
''Sit there." Pointing to the ground in front of you, the words coming out your mouth roughly. "And face the tv, go on." You explained further, Billy didn't argue, his plaid pajama pants against the coat hardwood floor.
The back of your knees sitting on his shoulders, legs over, thighs around his next as your hands ran through his hair. Combing through, tugging a little too hardhly on one lock as Billy let out a low groan, mqking you laugh quietly to yourself. Your fingers parting the hair, working through the hair quikcly as you plaited it.
You were glad you hand brought your polaroid, grabbing it from your bag next you on the sofa snapping a picture of Billy's hair and nails from above together. His hands laid flat against his thighs. Surprised that Billy didn't put up a fight against any of this, he was content. What at home he'd be well, shouted at, told that he's sniveling pussy, or a ponce. Now he didn't have to worry about that. He knew he was hot and his dad looked like he got stepped on at birth so...
"All done, pretty boy." Patting the sofa next to you.He laid across the sofa, his head on your bare lap as he brielfy felt his hair as you handed him the picture. Humming in approval. His eyes hooked on you again.
"Why did you want me to be your fake boyfriend?"
He hadn't asked previously but it had been plaguing his thoughts, that quedtion made your stomach twist upside down, gulping harshly at the thpught of answering. You couldn't not answer. Eyes focused on the tv where St elms fire continued play.
"I-i guess, well, uh-uhm I wanted to know what it would feel like, you know dating someone...someone like you- I mean like you could have anyone you want. Hell, I even reckon you've got Steve pinning after you. I just to see what it would be like even if it is fake." Unsure of yourself as you stumbled over your words. Billy sitting up from your lap, his knee touching yours, eyes studing you.
"I hate that you aren't the asshole you let on to be, I hate that I actually like you amd I hate that you're a good boyfriend. Fuck, you know what, I'm sorry." You explained quickly, cheels hot wirh embarrassment before Billy you could speak you had legged it to the bathroom.
Closing thr door behind you, you grabbed your jeans from hanging over the radiator, trying to ring them out further. So, they would be semi wearable, like you couldn't walk home wearing 40 pound jeans. You couldn't stay any longer, admitting your crush on Billy would haut you forever, the way his eyebrows quirked up in surprise. No doubt he was laughing about it, you felt so stupid. Creaking of floor boards could be heard faintly.
The jeans in your hands were pulled from you and dropped into the tub with a thud. Before you could even process it arms wrapped around your waist tightly, head rested on your shoulder.
"Where do you think you're going?" His words harsh as he spoke slow to emphasis each word, his hair and stubble tickling your skin, heat radiating off him.
"Home?" Sighing at your attempt to answer surely instead came out like question, like you didn't even know what you were doing. Billy's scent had your knees weak intoxicating you. His lips graxing of your neck slowly before gh9sting up to your cheek, pressing his soft lips to there in a peck, breathe knocked out of your lungs for moment before you could inhale deeply.
"Really? Planning to leave in just my shirt? Running off before I can even talk to you? Kinda rude, y/n."
Only gulping to clear your throat, Billy had turned you around to face him, grin twitching on his face as he chewed his lower lip. His hair still pulled back in the plait from early, his pupils dilated, finger tips gliding across your shoulders, to the exposed skin on the neck line of the shirt.
"You have one thing wrong, I can't have anyone I want, I want you. But I understand that you wouldn't want that, you deserve better than me, y/n. I'm just an asshole with shits for brains." Billy explained whilst gripping your shoulders ashamed at himself, that he wasn't like...well wasn't like someone like Steve. Perfect ( beside his basketball skills, why didn't he take his advice).
And before Billy could say more your lips were on his, his hand cupping your face to kiss back roughly. Pulling a way from his lips, his face inches away from yours, his blue eyes staring at you.
"Maybe I should decide what's best for me."
"Mhm, Think so?" Nodding at Billy, opening his mouth to say more the door was knocked and he rushed off to get it not before sending you a toothy grin. Following behind him , the room smelling like food quickly. The food at taken a long time to get here and frankly you had forgotten about it.
"So, wanna continue to be my girl, we've been acting like we were together anyways, not like it wasn' real?"
Truthfully, neither of you ever hated eachother.
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Cheater Joe Part 11: Can We Talk?
Masterlist: here
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A/N: This is done in the POV of Joe’s phone and it’s like that for a very specific reason that’ll make sense at the end👀 also there’s only two parts left✨
*Joe just wants to talk and you want him to officially fuck off and leave you alone*
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In DESPERATE NEED of a Vampire!Billy x reader because you can't tell me I'm the only one seeing notes of The Lost Boys in this sexy mf 😭😭😭
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Guitar Man | Steve Binder x fem!reader
It’s love at first sight when your childhood friend Elvis asks you to be a part of his comeback special. But there’s no way Steve Binder, director extraordinaire, feels the same way… right?
Request from @love-munson
a/n: thank you so much for the request darling!! I absolutely loved writing this, and I look forward to writing more for Steve in the future!
Word count: 3.4k
Warnings: a couple swear words, a Mean Girl™, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!
Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍
Being a dancer who was childhood friends with Elvis Presley and still kept in touch with him to this day definitely had its perks.
Like, for example, when Elvis called you up and hired you and several of your fellow dancers to be in an NBC special he was filming.
Your jaw drops. “You’re serious? You want us to be in your special?” You were from a fairly small studio, surely there were some larger, more experienced groups he could have asked.
“Of course, Y/N,” he laughs, “I know you’re good, and I know your friends are too. Plus it’ll give us a chance to hang out a bit. I know we haven’t gotten to see each other a whole lot recently, and I’d like to fix that.”
“I’d really like that, Elvis. I’ll let the other girls know. Thank you so, so much,” you beam, “Oh, and just be prepared? They’re all really big fans.”
“I’m always prepared, Y/N, don’t you worry.” He replies, and you can hear the smug grin in his voice.
“Alright, when should we expect to see you and your ego?” you tease
“Steve and Bones wanna do a pre-rehearsal meeting next Saturday, is that alright?”
You nod, “Yeah, sounds perfect! I’ll make sure everyone’s there.”
Your friends and fellow dancers are, understandably, ecstatic at the idea of dancing in Elvis Presley’s special, and one of the girls jokingly comes up with a pact that if this happens to lead to one of the girls’ big breaks, the six of you will support each other no matter what. You all eagerly agree, with one glaring exception: Marie.
The snooty blonde simply rolls her eyes, scoffing “If it’s going to be anyone's big break, it’s gonna be mine, and I promise I won’t need you all when I’m at a studio that actually appreciates my talent.” She throws a pointed glare your way. The mood ruined, the rest of the girls go to pack up their things. They mumble amongst themselves, used to Marie’s moods by now. You sigh as you collect your belongings. You and Marie have been unofficial rivals since the beginning of your career at the studio, where the two of you were neck and neck competing for a lead spot until your director picked you for the position. You were shocked and honored, as you had been sure that Marie was going to get it, but leaving Marie in second place had carved a rift in your previously somewhat-friendly relationship that you had never been able to fix.
A week later, your group is set up in a hotel that Elvis picked out for you, and the girls are chatting excitedly— all but one. Marie had already found several “problems” with the hotel, and rather than being practically giddy about this opportunity you all had, she was almost detached, as if this was simply something she deserved. You take a deep breath and try to ignore her as you set out for the studio.
The gaggle of girls, with Marie cooly leading the charge, enters the studio. You slink to the back to quickly comfort Lucy, a fairly new addition, who suddenly looks very nervous.
“Hey, there they are!” You hear Elvis cheerfully proclaim, no doubt recognizing some of the girls in the group. You give Lucy’s hand one last squeeze and step in front of Marie to greet your friend. You ignore her glare burning into the back of your head as you pull Elvis into a hug, “It’s good to see you, thank you so much for this.”
He smiles as you step away, looking from you to your girls, “No, it’s really me who should be thanking y’all. I’m excited to see what we do together. Now,” he claps his hands, all business, and turns back to the table set up, where there are two other men sitting and waiting.
“This is Steve Binder,” Elvis says, gesturing to the man with neat brown hair, an ascot tied around his neck, and the prettiest blue eyes you’d ever seen in a man, “and this is Bones Howe,” he gestures to a man with darker hair and round glasses, “These fine gentlemen are the directors and producers of the show, really the masterminds behind it.”
This is clearly a cue for them to speak, but there’s only silence, and Steve is… staring at you? You flush, hoping you don’t have something on your face. Eventually Bones takes the lead, explaining their ideas for the special while Steve pulls himself back to reality.
They take time to answer any questions you all have, and the conversation concludes. The other girls leave the room giddy as can be, while Elvis pulls you aside, leading you over to Bones and Steve.
“Boys, this is Y/N, a very dear friend of mine,” he says, “I know I’ve already told you about her—” at that you shoot him a questioning glance, but he ignores you, continuing “— but I wanted you to meet her personally.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” Bones says, reaching out for a handshake.
“We’ve, uh, heard a lot about you,” Steve says with a smile.
“All good things, I hope?” you reply, shooting a teasing glance over at Elvis.
“All fantastic things,” Steve assures you as you shake his hand, and you may just be imagining things, but it seems like his hand lingers in yours for just a little longer than normal. Butterflies erupt in your stomach and your face flushes at the genuine compliment.
The four of you make small talk for a bit before Steve and Bones have to leave, presumably working out more behind-the-scenes stuff for the special.
Elvis gives you a knowing smile as the two of you exit the studio together.
“What?”
His smile widens, “Nothin’, just… you and Steve sure seemed to hit it off.”
You feel your face heat up. “Yeah, he was nice,” you shrug.
“Aw c’mon, Y/N,” Elvis nudges your shoulder, “I’ve known you for too long, you can’t hide a crush from me. Don’t worry, Steve’s good people.”
“I just met him, Elvis, he definitely doesn’t like me like that,” you reply, no longer bothering to deny it.
“You never know. I’d be happy to talk you up, if you like.”
“Sounds like you already did that,” you raise an eyebrow at him.
“What? I can’t brag about my friend?”
“Well, I never said that.”
“Y’know, I’m sure I won’t even need to talk you up,” he says as you finally approach your respective cars, “He’s gonna see for himself how amazing you are during rehearsals.” His tone turns a touch more sincere, “Seriously, Y/N, I really appreciate you bein’ here. I’m so excited for this.”
You smile at the gleam in his eyes, “Well, thank you for calling. I’m really excited, too. I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘kay?”
“See ya tomorrow. Steve’ll be there, too!” he calls cheerfully as the purple Cadillac pulls out of the lot.
You sigh to yourself as you start the drive back to your hotel. He’s going to be absolutely insufferable about this.
“So, Y/N,” Marie sidles up to you during a break in rehearsals, the other girls crowding around you, “how long have you known Elvis?”
“Oh, um… we’ve been friends since we were kids, grew up together in Memphis,” you explain cautiously. Marie had never shown an interest in your life, what was she up to now?
“Hm, I see. You must’ve had an enormous crush on him, right? I mean, I know I would’ve,” she says with a smirk, eyes glittering with barely-hidden malice.
“No, actually,” you correct her cooly, “He’s more like a big brother to me. Been that way all our lives.”
“Oh,” her smirk falls, “whatever, then.” She turns and walks away, as if that piece of information just ruined whatever game she was playing.
Before you can wonder just what she’s up to, the girls begin clamoring for more information about what it was like growing up with the Elvis Presley, and you’re more than happy to oblige.
Steve comes down from the control room more and more during rehearsals, claiming that being down on the studio floor will help him figure out good vantage points for the cameras. You try to avoid engaging him in conversation, not wanting to distract him, but somehow he always ends up near you during breaks. Not that you’re complaining, of course.
You fail to notice Marie watching you like a hawk as the two of you chat over the course of rehearsals.
During one such break, you decide to bring up the fact that rehearsals have been going on for nearly two weeks, and he’s been down on the studio floor for your performances for nearly half of that time. “Is it really that different from when you’re up in the control room?” you ask, genuinely curious.
“Yeah, the view is much better down here,” he says with a small smile, and you could swear his eyes rake up and down your body for just a split second before he adds, “uh, for placing the cameras, I mean.”
You feel your face heat up, and you hope it isn’t too noticeable. There’s no way he’s flirting right now, right? Before you can respond, your choreographer, Lance, calls everyone back, leaving you to push all thoughts of Steve to the back of your mind.
At the end of rehearsal, Steve calls you and Elvis over.
“So, we wanna try to get some extra shots, for promotions, lighting tests, etcetera,” he explains, “it’s gonna be mostly one-on-one shots, I figured the two of you would be the most comfortable with that versus one of the other girls.”
“Sounds good,” Elvis says as you nod your agreement.
It turns out the shots Steve needs are some of the more… flirtatious ones, which you recognize from the Guitar Man sequence you’ve been working on.
Steve, to your surprise, stays on the studio floor rather than going back up to the control room. As you go through the motions— Elvis standing just behind you, your heads turned so your noses are almost touching, his hands resting on your hips; teasingly pushing him down into a chair, your prop fan in his face— you happen to glance over at Steve, and… you’re sure it’s your imagination, but you could swear you catch a glimmer of— is that jealousy?— in his eyes.
A crew member comes up to touch up yours and Elvis’s makeup, but he stops them as he sees the clock.
“Hey, Steve, I’ve gotta get going,” he says apologetically, “I promised I’d meet Cilla for dinner, but you guys can keep goin’ without me right? Just… go through the motions or somethin’. See how it looks in the lighting and whatnot.” He shoots you a quick wink, mouthing have fun as he scoots out the door, leaving just you and Steve, plus a couple of crew members in the studio.
“I mean, we do kinda need these shots so we can adjust the lighting properly,” Steve says hesitantly, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve.
“I wouldn’t mind walking you through some of the moves, if you’re comfortable with that?” you suggest softly, doing your best to sound like your heart isn’t racing at the thought of Steve taking Elvis’s place.
“Sure,” he agrees, “uh, where do we start?”
He steps onto the tiled floor and you walk him through some of the tamer moves before one of the crew speaks up.
“Hey, we’re gonna need you guys to do some of the uh… closer ones?”
There’s only one part of the routine that comes to mind, and your face flushes. You nod, “Okay,” and turn to Steve. “Are you… comfortable with that?”
“Sure, yeah.” he nods.
“Okay, so,” you clear your throat, doing your best to appear professional, “for this one you're gonna stand behind me.”
“Like this?” He moves so he’s standing about a foot away from you.”
“Uh, a little closer.”
He steps forward so his chest is just barely brushing your left shoulder, “This better?”
You hum an affirmation, taking a deep breath to calm yourself at his sudden proximity and instead breathing in his cologne, which only makes your heart race even faster. Be professional, you scold yourself.
“Now you’ll, um, put your hands on my hips.”
“Alright.” His hands land on your waist.
“Um, a little lower.”
You pray he doesn’t notice how your breath hitches as his hands slide down to your hips, and his breath hits your cheek as he says softly “Here?”
“Y-yeah,” you exhale, “now, uh, you just turn your head towards me and—“
Your breath catches as you turn to find him staring at you, his nose just barely brushing yours. Your eyes, as if on instinct, flick down to his lips then back to his eyes, only to find him staring at a spot below your eyes. The two of you stay frozen in that moment, your tongue darting out to wet your suddenly very dry lips before you whisper, “I, uh, I think they’ve got what they need.”
“Yeah,” Steve replies distractedly before seeming to snap back to reality, “Y-Yeah! Right,” he says, releasing you and taking a step back.
You feel the emptiness of the space he once occupied next to you, and your heart slowly sinks as he stammers, “I should, uh, get back up there,” he gestures to the control room. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”
You nod, forcing a smile on your face as you wave goodbye, “See you tomorrow.”
Your hand drifts to where his hand laid on your hip, a weak semblance of the way he held you, before you shake yourself, heading towards the dressing room to get out of your skimpy pink outfit. Be professional.
You’ve been fairly successful in hiding your feelings for Steve since then, but everything changes the day you’re finally filming the Guitar Man sequence.
Lance calls for a break and you slide off to the side for a sip of water. The smirk on your face at the sight of your friends crowding Elvis for the moment turns into a surprised smile when you see Steve standing nearby. He was usually up in the control room during filming, what was he doing down here?
You don’t notice Marie’s eyes locked on you as she saunters over to Elvis.
“So…” she begins, squeezing onto the small bench with him where he had just grabbed a Pepsi and sat down, “Is Steve single? Because I really feel like we’d be perfect for each other.”
Elvis chuckles politely. “I’m not quite sure you’re his type, darlin’,” he says, his eyes flicking over to you for the briefest of moments.
Brief, but not brief enough for Marie to miss it. She stands up again, hiding a smirk. “Well, never hurts to try,” she singsongs as she walks away.
You’ve finally worked up the courage to approach Steve but just as you smooth down the pink miniskirt serving as your costume and start to walk over to him, Marie saunters over.
Now, an ordinary observer would’ve seen how Steve tensed up when Marie placed her hand on his arm, standing much closer to him than most would deem necessary, and the way he seemed to look around for help as he engaged her in a stiff conversation.
You, however, only saw the smug look Marie threw your way as she flirted with the man you were head over heels for.
That look was all it took for the courage you worked up to come crumbling down. You slip past your friends, making an excuse about needing some air, and out the back door, where you collapse against the rough brick exterior of the studio.
You feel pressure building behind your eyes and force the tears back, taking a deep breath in and out. You had known it was silly to hope that he would ever have feelings for you beyond platonic but Marie… you certainly hadn’t imagined her being his type, but based on what you had seen, you couldn’t really blame him. Wasn’t a tall, willowy blonde what every man wanted?
Your wallowing is interrupted by the sound of the back door opening, and you look up to see Steve approaching you, a worried look on his face.
“Sorry, I would've been out here sooner but Marie sure does like to talk,” he jokes, an attempt to lighten the mood, “I saw you slip out, are you okay?
“I’m fine,” you try to assure him around the lump still present in your throat, “Don’t worry about me,” you add with a tight smile, “go on back to Marie, I’m sure she’s wondering where you went.”
He frowns as you’re unable to hide the bitterness in your voice. “You know I don’t really, uh, like talking to her, right? I much prefer talking to you,” he says, his eyes soft.
Your heart flutters at the compliment, “You do?”
“Of course,” he laughs, “Why do you think I always ended up next to you during rehearsals?”
You process his words for a moment; he prefers you over Marie?
“I like talking to you, too,” you say, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
“So, uh,” he turns to face you, leaning against the brick wall, “what made you run out here?” he asks, concern clear in his voice.
You shake your head, “It’s nothing, really,” you insist.
“Now I know that’s a lie,” he raises an eyebrow, “You don’t have to tell me, but I wanna help if I can,” he adds softly.
You can’t find it in you to lie to his face, and the words come tumbling out, “I saw you with Marie, and I hated it. She was only flirting with you to get under my skin, I know it, but then it didn’t seem like you were discouraging it or anything and that hurt so much because—“
Your brain finally catches up to your mouth and you stop yourself before you completely ruin the friendship you’ve built.
But Steve isn’t having any of that. “Because…?”
Well, no going back now. “Because… I really, really like you,” you finally whisper, keeping your eyes on the ground to avoid seeing his reaction.
There’s a pause, and your heart crumbles before two fingers come up under your chin to gently tilt your head up. Sparkling blue eyes meet yours, and you hear a whisper of “I really, really like you, too,” before his lips meet yours and your mind is void of everything but him: the softness of his lips on yours, one hand cradling your face as the other gently grips your hip, pulling you close, your hands finding purchase in the lapels of his suede jacket.
He pulls away much too soon for your liking, and it takes you a good few seconds to blink back to reality as you’re greeted by the sight of Steve giving you a shy smile, the hand that was cupping your face now resting at your waist.
“You kissed me,” you say oh-so-cleverly, your mind scrambling to process the event that had just occurred.
“Yeah,” he laughs shyly, “I hope that wasn’t too much?”
You shake your head, “No, that was… that was perfect.” you beam, moving to smooth out the lapels that you had had in a death grip.
“Good, because I’ve been wanting to do that since the first day of rehearsals,” he admits with a laugh that’s absolutely adorable, and you’re about to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss when the back door swings open once more.
You freeze as you hear, “Steve, is everything okay out here, people are wonderin’ wh—“
Elvis cuts off at the sight of the two of you, “Oh. Well it’s about time, you two! Take your time, don’t worry.” He turns, yelling to the rest of the studio something about an extended break.
You and Steve collapse into giggles as the door closes, feeling like teenagers who just got caught by their parents.
“Hey,” Steve says as the two of you calm down, “are you free on Saturday? I’d… I’d really like to take you out on a date,” he chuckles.
“I’d love that,” you smile, “There’s this Italian place near the hotel that I’ve been meaning to try?” you suggest.
“Sounds perfect. I’ll pick you up at 6?”
“I’ll be waiting,” you beam, and you can’t resist giving him one last peck on the lips before the two of you head back inside, your heart much lighter than it was before.
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