billys-pretty-babe

[billys-pretty-babe]

Hii, how are you? I have a reques for Billy if thats okay. Its little specific I'm sorry but I can't get this out of my head 🫣

So Billy and reader were a thing he loves her she loves him, but they broke up because of some stupid fight and they are both to stuborn to apologise. Billy gets a new girlfriend but she is just some stupid bimbo. Three of them met at the party and the bimbo takes reader aside and told her that Billy has problem in the bedroom, she just can't get him fired up 😀. Reader just laugh and said that she never have a problem like that with him. Reader can't wrap her head around this and after like two days she pays Billy a visit making sure that he is working like a man should 🤭. I think I don't need to tell you that Billy has no problem with reader... happy ending for reader and Billy? 🤔

If you don't wanna write it it's completly fine. I just think you are a right person for the job. Thank you so much for reading my shitty brain🫠. Have a nice day love ❤️

I hope you enjoy this! Sorry it took so long to get to. Hope you have a great day <3

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

CW: Cheating, blowjobs, degradation, spitting, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, I may have gotten carried away just a bit

It had been nearly a month since you had last spoken to Billy. Thirty days without seeing him, smelling him, touching him. And you were fine.

At least that's what you tried to tell yourself. You were both stubborn, both too thick-headed to admit when you were wrong. It caused issues, but you always seemed to work through it.

Except for this time. You hadn't called him, didn't look for him in the hallways and refused to acknowledge the smell of his cologne in class. And he seemed like he was content on doing the same thing.

A party was just what you needed. Some dumb fun where you could drink just enough to forget the way your heart was aching inside your chest. You could pretend to be normal, at least for a few hours.

But fate always had different plans.

You knew he was there from the loud cheering, always being followed by his dumb friends and encouraged to do the dumbest things. Sometimes you wondered how that group even managed to stay alive.

You gripped your cup as he entered the kitchen, ignoring the way you were leaning against the counter. Your friend Jessica had already had too much to drink. She had just been sobbing over her own relationship issues before she turned green, rushing to the sink to relieve her issues.

You ignored the sound of her vomiting, straightening up a bit as his eyes scanned around the room. Still ignoring you. He looked good, really handsome. His shirt was partially undone as always, showing off his skin that seemed to never pale. His hair was longer than you remembered, curling against his neck and slightly unruly. Like he hadn't kept up with trimming it.

"You look like you're having fun." He said at last, eyebrows cocked as he glanced towards where Jessica was now dry heaving. You wrinkled your nose at the sound, reaching forward to give her back a reassuring pat.

"Are you going to apologize?" You asked instead, holding your chin high as you met his stormy blue eyes this time. Sometimes they looked bright, other times they were just a soft blue.

"Over what?" He asked you dryly, cocking his eyebrows as he looked at you in disbelief. You pressed your shoes together, refusing to back down this time. You hated to be the one to apologize. He could do it.

"Our fight," You replied, trying not to grit your teeth, "Are you ready to admit you were wrong?" You questioned again, feeling a little proud at the way he looked at you stunned.

"I wasn't wrong about anything." He scoffed as he wrinkled his features together, eyeing you up and down for a moment. You crossed your arms over your chest, keen on reminding him the hurtful words he had spoken.

"Billy!" A girl shouted, making your tongue freeze in your mouth, "Hey. I thought you were getting some beers?" She questioned as she came to a stop, her hair bouncing in an animated way as she moved.

You froze for a moment, your mind twisting and turning as you quickly connected the dots. He wasn't going to apologize because he had already moved on. To someone very pretty at that.

Fuck.

"I was," He grumbled as he bent over, reaching into the cooler, "I got stopped." He briefly glanced towards you, making all of your insides twist inside of your stomach. You were fairly certain that your heart had just fallen out of your body, but you refused to look down to confirm the bloody mess that was probably lying at your feet. You were still too stunned up to pick up the broken pieces, in complete disbelief.

"Oh," She grinned at you, holding her hand out, "I'm Paula. Who are you?" She tilted her head curiously as her hand stayed outstretched, her red lips parted into a bright smile. You only stared at her hand, refusing to take it as Jessica's gags mingled with the music coming from the next room.

"I'm Billy's ex," You responded hotly, unsure of why that rolled off of your tongue, "he was just saying hi." You shrugged your shoulders, refusing to acknowledge how you were almost seconds away from caving again.

"You dated?" She looked at you curiously, then back towards him. It was no surprise that he remained stoic, but you swore there was some hesitancy in his movements. Like he was nervous over what you might say.

"Long time ago," You grumbled as you licked your bottom lip, "It was a mistake." You said clearly, firmly as you locked eyes with his again. He blinked slowly, like it didn't even bother him.

"He's an asshole," Jessica whined as she raised her head, eyes crossing and her tone paler than usual, "don't trust him. He'll only hurt you like he hurt her." He rolled his eyes at that, taking the high road for some reason as he dragged his new girl away with him. You angrily brought the cup up towards your lips, taking another large gulp.

You weren't sure you could drink away the jealousy and the heartache. You watched as he disappeared into the crowd, wondering if you two were really over.

"Thanks, Jess." You mumbled as you forced yourself to look away, stepping over the broken pieces of your heart so you could give her arm a reassuring squeeze.

"I got your back," she replied shrilly before groaning, dipping her head back into the sink, "I'm never drinking again." She muttered a moment later, leaving you fairly positive that you could drink away the rest of the night for both of you.

You felt more free thirty minutes later, your feet aching from your slightly too tight shoes as you lost yourself into the makeshift dance floor. You could have fun too, you could move on. And now you were determined.

Maybe it really was the best thing for the both of you.

For a moment you considered taking a shot every time you thought of him, but you knew that would only make things worse on yourself. You'd be shitfaced before you ever really got to enjoy the night.

"I need to talk to you." You squinted your eyes as you looked at the person in front of you, blinking rapidly as her face slowly became less fuzzy. Patty. No, Paula. That was her name.

"Billy and I are over," You added quickly, holding your hands up innocently, "There's nothing to worry about." You drunkingly swatted your hands, pretending like it was no big deal. You couldn't be mad at her, not really.

"It's not that." She said quickly, glancing over her shoulder like she was worried about someone hearing. You swayed as you reached out, gripping the wall for support.

"Oh," You looked at her confused, "What is it?" You asked as you blinked again, swearing that your body was moving each time the drums blared out from the stereo.

"What did you do when he couldn't finish?" She asked you, speaking a little louder so you could hear her. You stared at her lips, trying to make sense of what she was saying.

"What do you mean?" You questioned as you tilted your head, wincing as your head smacked agianst the wall. You whined, rubbing your palm messily against your head.

"His dick," She said dryly, "He's pretending to orgasm. Why does he do that?" She questioned you again, making you freeze as you began to rub your palm over your eye. You had definitely just smeared your makeup, but none of that mattered at the moment.

He didn't cum with her? You paused as you thought about it, trying to make sense of what that meant. You never had issues like that with him. Ever.

"I still don't know what you're talking about." You said slowly, your mouth feeling dry as she wrinkled her eyebrows togehter.

"He never faked an orgasm with you?" She spoke slowly, like you didn't understand what she was talking about. You were fairly out of it, but not that bad. And this felt like a rush of cold water had just been tossed over you.

"Not that I'm aware of." You told her seriously as you gripped the wall a little tighter, drifting your eyes around in curiousity. You suddenly felt the need to ask him something.

"Huh," She drew out her words slowly, "And he didn't struggle to get hard with you?" She was suddenly closer, looking a little insecure.

"Uh," You stalled, "No. He always got hard with me." You touched your chest, meaning your words in a geniune manner. She took a step back, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Weird." She stated as she twisted her fingers through her hair, like she was trying to figure something out.

"Sorry," You told her awkwardly, not liking the tension that filled the room, "Maybe he's just been stressed." You added softly as you took a step back, watching as she processed what you said.

She looked at you for another moment, like she was hoping you would forget what she said as she turned away. But you wouldn't. No, you were going to hold onto that little piece of information for a while.

-

You couldn't remember how you got home or how long you had stayed at the party. But none of that seemed to really matter.

You nursed your hangover with a steamy shower, scrubbing away last nights dried makeup and sweat as your mind swirled with different questions. You knew it was wrong, but you had a strong desire to see Billy. Maybe something really was wrong.

At least that's what you tried to convince yourself. Your body seemed to work by itself as you headed that way, determined to speak to him even if his new girl was there.

Your feet stepped carefully through the house that you hadn't been able to fully explore. Usually you just snuck inside the window, occasionally through the front door if his parents weren't home.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as he sat up quickly, finally catching onto the way you were leaning against the doorway. He was alone. That was a plus.

"Max let me in." You replied softly, smiling to yourself as you crept inside the room. At least you had a good relationship with her.

"Of course she did," He scoffed, "Are you here to apologize?" He snorted as he watched you, looking a little too cocky as you closed the door behind you. You weren't that pathetic, at least not yet.

"Nope." You said slowly, speaking the truth as his eyes landed on you curiously. You tilted your head, grinning from ear to ear.

"What do you want?" He asked dryly, his expression and tone changing just like that. You wanted to play with him, just a little bit.

"So what?" You smirked, enjoying the way his expression grew more irritated, "Is it broken then?" You asked as you took a step closer, pretending to be more interested with the items in his room than him.

"My dick is not broken." He replied hotly, not so subtly. You tried not to show your glee, realizing that they had probably fought about that last night.

"That's not what I heard." You teased as you turned towards him, moving your hips slowly as he scoffed and tossed his cigarette towards the ashtray on his dresser.

"She's a shitty lay," He said with a shrug of his shoulders, "That's got nothing to do with me." He defended himself as he touched his chest, making you nod your head slowly in agreement.

"Oh no," You shook your head teasingly, "I wasn't saying that. I just wanted to make sure that you were alright." You leaned forward and squeezed his bicep, making his eyebrows raise slowly.

"I'm fine." He stated as he stared up at you, his eyes darkening as he analyzed you. Maybe he knew what you were doing, but that was fine too. You knew how to get him back, that he was wrapped around your finger even though he didn't admit it.

"Are you sure?" You asked softly as you rubbed your palm up towards his shoulder, giving him a little squeeze. He breathed in, inspecting your actions.

"How can you help me?" He questioned as he leaned back a little bit, stretching his legs out in the process. You bit your bottom lip, slowly moving down onto your knees.

You chose not to speak, to show him instead. Just how he liked. You wiggled between his strong thighs, delicately rubbing your fingers across his basketball shorts.

His eyes burned against the side of your face, observing you intensely as you brushed your fingers over his bulge. You chewed on your bottom lip, dipping your fingers into the band of his shorts before you began to tug them down. He assisted, raising his hips in the process.

You sighed at the sight of his cock in front of your eyes, wrapping your fingers around his base as you gave him a little squeeze. He was only partially hard, but you could feel him growing agianst your skin.

"See, I don't know what the issue is," you teased as you kissed along his thighs, breathing in his musky taste. You could even smell his cologne still, making your mind swirl, "You're so hard for me." You moaned softly, stroking his cock softly in your hand. You brushed your thumb across the tip of his cock, spreading his precum back down to his base.

He hissed at your actions, his eyelids heavy as he slowly rutted his hips forward. You kissed along his heavy balls, dragging your tongue out slowly before you pulled away. You wanted to feel him inside of your mouth, stretching your lips and heavy on your tongue.

You wrapped your lips delicately around his thick girth, savoring the taste of his precum on your tongue. Your heart hammered roughly inside of your chest, beating against your flesh as his lips fell open in bliss.

You moved your hands to his base, squeezing with one hand and the other gripping his balls as you began to slowly bob your head along the curve of his cock.

You did your best to keep your eyes open but soon grew distracted at the taste of him on your tongue. You could feel your clit beginning to throb as you pressed him deeper into your mouth, craving the taste and smell of him.

The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, soft groans tumbling from his tongue as spit fell from the corners of your lips. You gagged as you opened your eyes again, admiring the way the light danced across his pretty features. Clearly Paula hadn't worked hard enough to keep him interested or pleased. But you knew how to do it.

You pumped your hand along his base, mirroring the motions with your mouth as his hands explored your shoulders. He grunted softly, fingertips hot against the back of your neck as he rocked his hips up to meet your actions.

"Fuck," He cursed, licking his bottom lip, "You're such a slut." He groaned as you gagged on his cock once again, drool falling onto his thighs and heavy balls.

You pulled away, your insides burning from your actions as you inhaled quickly. You continued to drag your tongue across the girth of his cock, savoring the veins that stuck out as you watched the way his features melted deeper into bliss.

"Your slut." You giggled as you rubbed his tip across your lip, licking away the precum that was leaking from him, "I want you so badly." You begged as you fluttered your eyelashes, sure that it would help get your point across.

He roughly tugged you onto his bed, stripping your clothes away from your body before he settled you on your hands and knees. You giggled as you slowly laid down, stretching your ass up into the air and shaking it gently.

You yelped at the feeling of his palm connecting with your flesh, lurching you forward as you turned back at him with wide eyes.

"Look at you," He smirked as he settled in behind you, rubbing his palm across your sore flesh, "I missed you too." He added softly, speaking the unsaid between the two of you.

"I'll make you feel good," You promised, nodding your head as you glanced back at him, "I'm all yours." You promised, nodding your head as you licked at your lips.

He smirked as he squeezed your hips harshly, leaning forward to drag his heavy cock across your wet folds. You sighed at the sensation, barely able to contain your moans before you felt him against your slick hole.

He pressed his tip into you slowly, flicking his tongue out across his teeth as he slid you along the curve of his cock slowly. Inch by inch. You settled over him, whining as he filled you to the brim. You missed this feeling, missed him.

His grunts filled your ears like music, leaving you gasping as he reached down and pressed his fingers gently against your clit. You pressed back slowly, not wanting to lose the feeling of him buried inside of you.

"Mhm," You hummed in appreciation, thighs trembling from the pleasure that filled your veins, "You can move." You told him seriously, desperately wanting to feel him.

"I can?" He teased as he squeezed your ass with his free hand again, kneading your flesh as he continued to play with your clit. He gave you one little thrust, leaving you whining needily.

"Billy," You breathed out deeply, "Please. Please move. I need to feel you." You begged as you reached out and gripped his sheets, needing some sort of support.

"Poor baby," He tsked, mocking you as he moved his strong hands to your waist, "I'll make you feel all better." He smirked as he slowly pulled out, leaving only his tip inside your hole before he slammed back into you.

You whined at the sensation, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he began to rut into you. The curve of his cock fit against your walls snuggly, his tip gliding against your bundle of nerves with each deep movement.

He groaned loudly as he leaned over you, his skin warm as he buried himself inside of your cunt harder and faster. You moaned with each of his powerful thrusts, sure that he wanted you just as badly. Craved you just as much.

"Fuck," you whined as you tossed your head back, sighing as your nipples slid across the sheets with each deep movement. Shivers erupted over your body, your clit aching as his balls smacked against your skin, "Right there, baby. Right there." You cried out, feeling the pleasure washing over you like a powerful wave.

Your brain felt foggy, filled with pleasure as you began to rock yourself back along the curve of his cock. You were just as greedy, desperately needing to feel more of him inside of you.

You moaned loudly as he spread your cheeks, his spit falling across your ass as he continued to drag you along his cock. You breathed out roughly, body burning in bliss as you looked back at his pretty features.

His cheeks were slightly flushed, hair already damp against his forehead. His lips were slightly swollen, as if he had been biting down on them. You could feel your walls fluttering around his thick girth, sure that you had never seen anyone so beautiful before.

"You're such a greedy whore," he groaned, slighlty out of breath as he spoke over the sound of your bodies meeting, "I knew you missed me. And my cock." He added smugly a second later, making you gape as he continually brushed against your g-spot.

You whimpered at the feeling of his thick fingers against your rim, his saliva trickling into your hole as he continued to snap his hips forward. Your mind felt fuzzy as he pressed his fingers into you, both of your holes stretching around a piece of him.

"Billy," You whimpered, mind feeling fuzzy as the pleasure spread deep inside of you. All you could focus on was him. The way your cunt ached around his cock, how his fingers curled inside of your puckered hole, the feeling of his warm skin against your own, "More. More, feels so good." You begged as you stretched your hands above your head, knitting your fingers through his neat sheets.

"That's my dirty girl," He teased, leaning over you to kiss as your sweaty cheek, "Look at how good you take me. Greedy little slut." He spit out, making you moan even louder as you rocked yourself back agianst him. Everything about him felt too good, too intense.

"Fuck," You whined as you dug your fingertips into the sheets, crying out as the pleasure spread roughly through your body. Your thighs ached with pleasure, electricity burning inside of you deeply, "oh God! Fuck, fuck!" You cursed, squealing as your orgasm crashed over you.

You shook roughly, your cunt clamping down around his thick girth as you came with a cry. Your toes curled in awe as your body went limp, his strong hands gripping you tighter as he pressed into you even faster.

"You're my little whore, huh?" He groaned as his thrusts became rougher, slower all while he curled his fingers deeper into your hole. He grunted roughly, tone breaking.

"Mhm," You spit out, licking the drool away from the corners of your lips, "All yours, Billy. All yours." You whined as you nodded your head, desperately wanting to feel his spunk inside of your walls. You needed it.

He grunted as his body stalled against your own, the fingertips against your hip digging into your skin as you felt his cock fluttering inside your tight walls.

You whined, shaking your hips as his warm cum coated your cunt. He sighed deeply as he rested against you, cock still twitching as he slowly removed his fingers from you.

Your body felt weak as you collapsed underneath him, the mixture of you both sliding out of your pussy as he pulled himself free. You hissed from the sensation, wishing that he could stay inside longer.

He touched your leg gently, scooting over to collapse next to you as his chest rose and fell in the same heavy pattern. You reached forward to slide your hand underneath his shirt, touching his warm chest delicately.

"So," He rolled over, blue eyes glazing as he turned his attention towards you, "You wanna get dinner tonight?" He asked, bringing a smile to your lips.

[billys-pretty-babe]

Anyone else feel like their mutuals are way out of their league? Like they follow you back and you’re just like

[billys-pretty-babe]

Mistletoe

Closer to My Heart Roll with the Changes

Billy Hargrove x Teacher!Reader

CW: Unprotected sex, dirty talk

You and Billy go Christmas shopping for Theo. Afterwards, Billy has his own fun.

You were nervous and the busy store did nothing to help. You glanced from aisle to aisle, suddenly unaware of what Theo did and didn’t like. You knew you were overthinking it, but part of you wanted to impress him. This would be your first real Christmas with him; you wanted to make it special. 

You were inspecting the sweaters in front of you currently, knowing that he wouldn’t want to get too many clothes. That wasn’t as fun as toys. But it was practical for the colder months, and it was The Muppets. He loved them. 

“What do you think about this one?” You asked as you held up the sweater, teetering back and forth on it. It seemed like Theo’s interests came and went, you didn’t want to buy him something that he wouldn’t like.

“Yeah,” Billy nodded his head after examining it for a minute, “But get him the blue one if they have it in his size.” He replied as he tilted his head, wrinkling up his nose like he was unsure about the green color. You pulled it aside as you examined it again, agreeing that the blue would probably be better. 

“Blue one,” You nodded your head in agreement, “Got it.” You responded as you switched the sweaters around. You thought that the blue looked better anyway, not as intense as the green. 

“He needs socks too.” He commented as he came closer to you, scanning the various rows of shirts. He looked at a few of them before deciding otherwise, setting them back onto the stack. 

“For Christmas?” You asked curiously, knowing for a fact that kids always complained about getting socks through the years. Clothes were already pretty lame, but socks were the worst. Right there with underwear. 

“Might as well,” He said with a laugh, “If he wouldn’t kick them off and lose them, then we wouldn’t have this problem.” He said more seriously, making you nod your head along in agreement. Theo would rather be barefoot than ever wear shoes. 

“Don’t know where he gets it from.” You mumbled underneath your breath, knowing that Billy did the same exact thing. Most of Theo’s habits came from Billy, in fact. 

“Yeah, yeah,” He shook his head as he placed a package of them into the cart, “I know what you’re suggesting.” He pointed his finger towards you playfully, cocking his eyebrows, before he moved towards where the socks were located. Funnily enough, no one else was around. That was nice. 

“I’m not suggesting,” You replied, lips curling into a grin, “I’m telling you the truth.” You added as you scanned the clothing, knowing that Theo preferred white to anything else. He wasn’t a fan of funny looking socks, even though you liked them. You decided that one package of socks was more than enough. You’d probably need another within the next month or two. 

“Let’s go look at the toys,” He replied with a shake of his head, “That’s the important stuff, right?” He teased as he pulled the cart in the opposite direction, leaving you to rush to catch up to him. He was moving a lot faster than you were used to, but he was always like this in the store. He preferred to get in and out; rather than to linger within the store. 

“He will be most excited about the toys,” You agreed as you walked with him, “How many are we getting for him?” You asked seriously, shuffling inside of your purse to pull free the list of various gift ideas that you two had come up with. The list was long. And expensive. 

“Depends,” He shrugged his shoulders, “I try and do at least three big ones, then go from there.” He told you as he pressed his lips together, scanning the aisles thoughtfully. 

“Sounds like a great plan.” You told him seriously, feeling like that was just enough for Theo. And that wouldn’t put a giant hole in your shared budget. There would certainly be enough to go around. 

You looked around the aisle slowly, pacing back and forth and squeezing past the various people that were all squashed inside. You eventually fought elbow to elbow, pulling free two different sets of toys before you returned to Billy. 

“Which one of these?” You asked as you struggled to hold onto both of them, trying to make up your mind for which Theo would enjoy the most. You weren’t sure if you should do a toy theme, or just give various toys of what he wanted. Probably a mixture. 

“Uh,” Billy paused as he leaned against the cart, inspecting both of the items, “Dinosaurs over toy guns.” He nodded his head as he selected a different item, putting it into the cart. You paused, furrowing your brows together. 

“I thought he was into cowboys now?” You questioned him out loud, recalling how Theo had been rambling about cowboys the previous few weeks. It was his new favorite thing to play. 

“He is,” He nodded along, “But I’m not cleaning those toy bullets up all the time.” He spoke more serious this time, the look on your face telling you that he had already experienced this once before. 

“But the dinosaur makes sounds.” You told him with a little laugh, knowing that the sounds from toys could be just as annoying. He nodded his head softly. 

“Not if there are no batteries in them,” He said with a little smirk, “Plus he loves dinosaurs more than anything. Maybe not more than cars.” He added as he thought about it, picking up a Hot Wheels toy from the side and tossing it inside the basket. 

“I thought about getting him this one,” You replied as you held up one of the cars, a blue one, “It’s remotely controlled.” You said unsure of yourself. He looked towards you, an encouraging look in his eyes. 

“He’d love it,” He grinned as he watched you, “And you picked out the right color.” He reassured you, making you inhale deeply. 

“Good.” You told him seriously as you put the item into the cart. You chewed on your bottom lip, inspecting them briefly. You hoped that it would be enough and that he would have a special day. 

“You know,” He paused for a minute as you began to stress over another selection of items, “You could give him a bag of undies and he’d love it.” He admitted as he pushed a few more little toys inside, likely to be stocking stuffers. 

“I am not giving him undies,” You said quickly, “Unless he needs them?” You asked as you glanced back towards the clothing section, figuring it might be nice to escape the large crowds anyways. 

“No,” He shook his head, “I’m just saying you’re going overboard when you don’t need to.” He told you seriously, making your lips part in surprise. That was not what you were doing at all. 

“I am not going overboard.” You defended yourself, shaking your head as he guided you out of the toy aisle again. You briefly looked back over your shoulder, then at your list to ensure that you had gotten all the items on there. 

“You got a whole theme of gift wrap and wrapping paper.” He reminded you as he cocked his eyebrows, like he was proving a point. Which he wasn’t. You felt like a theme was completely normal. 

“And he’s going to love it,” You nodded your head, “Special wrapping paper for Theo.” You smiled brightly as you looked down at it, feeling proud of your selections. You were sure that Billy had stressed out over his first Christmas with Theo too. Even if he had been too little to remember. 

You selected a few smaller gifts after that, watching the way Billy effortlessly tossed things into the cart. But he didn’t have to overthink in the way you did. Deep down you were fearful that you would somehow manage to ruin Christmas for Theo. And for Billy. You wanted it to be special. 

“What kind of candy does he like?” You asked once you reached the candy aisle, knowing that he would love this part. Theo loved sweets. You thought it was funny when he would get it all over his fingers and his cheeks. 

“Anything with peanut butter,” He replied as he looked around, “Although he occasionally likes something sour. But not too much.” He confirmed with a little grin, like he was recalling a memory. 

“Any chips?” You asked after you dumped your candy selection into the cart. You scanned the aisles curiously, trying to think about what he would like. Maybe just some plain chips. But he did like the ruffles better. 

“How much are you wanting to get for him?” Billy asked suddenly, taking you by surprise. You wrinkled your eyebrows together, staring at the cart then at him. 

“It’s Christmas.” You stated softly, failing to admit that it had been some time before you had been apart of a grand celebration. 

“And it doesn’t mean we have to go broke,” He chuckled softly, biting down on his bottom lip, “Trust me. This is plenty.” He stated seriously, making you shake your head softly. You still wanted to make it special for Theo. 

“I’m getting him chips,” You decided at last, “Does he still like the bbq flavored?” You asked him softly, feeling like you could stop once you had that selected. 

“Yes,” He laughed, “Or Cheetos.” He said a second later, still grinning as you turned around to search for that brand next. 

“Cheetos are good,” You agreed with a nod of your head, “What else do you usually get him?” You asked as you rocked back and forth on your feet, feeling like there was still a lot to do. But maybe you were wrong. 

“I already got him a new toothbrush and toothpaste,” He hummed as he looked over, “There’s some bath stuff too. That’s about it.” He nodded his head as he chewed on his bottom lip. You breathed in deeply. 

“You’re sure?” You questioned him, not wanting to forget one item. Maybe you’d even give Theo a few dollars to spend. Billy leaned forward, resting his elbows against the cart. 

“Positive.” He told you seriously, telling you that there was no room for arguments. You nodded your head in agreement, deciding that he must be right. 

You ignored the amount on the screen as the two of you checked out, knowing that it would be worth it. Theo was careful with all of his toys and played with them all the same. And even if he didn’t, that would be fine too.

You winced as the bags slammed against the walls and furniture once you arrived back at the apartment, your arms aching from how heavy they had all grown. Maybe you had gone a bit overboard, but you wouldn’t admit that to Billy. No, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. 

“You did good.” He hummed as he kissed your neck, his fingers wrapping around your wrists softly. You grinned at the feeling, enjoying the way he continually kissed across your skin.

“We need to wrap the presents,” You said with a little laugh, closing your eyes softly as his tongue fell against your skin, “Billy, Theo will be home soon.” You reminded him, knowing that you guys couldn’t be late to pick him up. 

“He doesn’t snoop,” He chuckled as he bit down on your flesh, making you gasp, “I want to feel you.” He hummed softly, sending vibrations across your skin. You breathed in the feeling, heart hammering roughly inside of your chest. 

You gasped at the feeling of his hands against your hips, squeezing softly as his lips found yours. You dragged your mouth against his smoothly, kissing him deeply as he began to drag your pants down over your hips.

Your heart hammered harshly at the image of him on his knees in front of you. You were sure that you would never get used to that sight, it made your insides twist and curl with pleasure every time. 

Hips lips were warm against your hip bone as he kissed your skin softly, his tongue dancing out to lick away your goosebumps. You pressed your fingers together at your side, sighing deeply as your clit throbbed with anticipation. 

It was like he knew as he dipped his head lower, darting his tongue out against your slick folds. You whimpered as you moved your hips forward, whining as he brushed his tongue across your aching clit. You rocked your hips against his mouth, moaning as you linked your fingers through his dirty blonde curls.

“Tastes so good,” He groaned as his eyes turned up towards yours, his lips curling into a smirk as he gripped your hips, “You’re still wearing too many layers.” He huffed, making you squeal as he pushed you back against the bed.

You laughed as your head hit the mattress, the bed moving underneath you as he roughly pulled the remainder of your clothes away from your ankles. He sat up then, crawling over you with a devious smirk on his lips.

“Don’t look so cocky,” You replied as you pressed your fingers against his chest, grinning as he removed your shirt and bra next. He moved his hands slowly over your curves, admiring your flesh before he brought his fingertips against your hardened nipples, “We have to be quick. We’re wrapping those presents today.”

“Oh yeah,” He nodded his head, flicking his tongue out against his teeth, “We’ll certainly get right on that.” He cocked his eyebrows as he watched you, his hand slowly drifting across his abdomen. You watched as you sat up on your elbows, licking your lips as he slowly began to undo his belt.

You were sure that he knew what he was doing, which is why he took his sweet time in unfastening his belt. You breathed in deeply, heart hammering roughly inside of your chest. He seemed to loom over you as he pulled his jeans down, biting down on his bottom lip as he watched you.

“Well?” You questioned him, raising your eyebrows, “Get on with it.” You teased as you gave him a little nudge with your foot. He chuckled as he let his jeans fall to his knees, his hands rough against your hips as he pulled you towards the edge of the bed.

You stared at the way his thick cock fell against your skin, warm and heavy as you slowly rocked your hips forward. You chewed on your bottom lip, hoping that he couldn’t see how desperate you were. But he always seemed to know. 

He sent you a cocky look as he pressed his thick tip against your slick hole. He groaned as he gave his balls a little squeeze, huffing underneath his breath before he slid inside of you.

You gaped, tossing your head back as you felt your walls stretching around his fat dick. The feeling made you whimper, whine as your toes curled in bliss. You reached out to grab his biceps, supporting yourself as he slid inside of you fully. 

You always felt stuffed to the brim by the time he bottomed out inside of you, your cunt leaking around his girth as his calloused fingertips fell to your hips. He squeezed as a groan rolled off of his tongue, his eyebrows furrowed together as a look of pleasure became etched on his features. 

“God,” You whimpered as you dug your fingernails into his skin, earning a little hiss of pleasure from him, “You feel so good.” You praised him as he slowly moved his hips, pressing into you even further. You gaped as the air left your lungs, the bliss growing deep inside of your stomach.

“Mhm,” He groaned as he began to drag his cock in and out of your slick walls, squeezing at your hips as he continued to keep you in place, “Your cunt is so greedy. Look at how well she takes me.” He smirked as he flicked his tongue out against his lips, looking rather cocky this time.

You had no way to protest, knowing that you were very greedy for him. You wanted him deeper inside of you, to move faster and slower all at the same time. Sounds of pleasure fell forth from your tongue, filling the room as your clit ached in awe.

Your back slid smoothly against the mattress as he dragged you roughly along the curve of his cock, your cunt swallowing each glorious inch of his thick girth. You reached down between your legs, rubbing at your clit as he continued to press himself deeper inside of you.

“Such a little slut,” He groaned as he leaned over you, his cheeks slightly pink as he pressed his lips against yours roughly. You savored the taste of the mint on his lips, how his mustache brushed against your skin, “You take me so well.” He groaned as you continued to cling to him, desperate to feel more of him.

His lips were hot against yours, your kiss muffling the moans that continued to slide off of your tongue. His teeth grazed against your bottom lip, biting down softly before he gave a little tug. You sighed deeply, the electricity warm between your bodies as his eyes fell towards your features. 

“All for you,” You gaped as you rocked your hips forward slightly, crying out as he hit your bundle of nerves. Your legs shook, nipples hardened as you continued to rub at your sensitive bud, “Oh my God!” Whines left your mouth as you began to rut yourself against his cock, desperate to feel more of him.

Your hands fell to his shoulders, then to the back of his neck so you could link your fingers through his dirty blonde curls. He groaned louder as you gave his hair a tug, his cock twitching inside your smooth walls as he pressed more of his weight on top of you.

Pleasure burned deep inside of you, sending goosebumps across your skin. You could feel your high burning inside of you, making you shake as your cunt clenched down around his thick girth. The sound of your bodies meeting filled the room, becoming a dirty melody as it mixed with your sounds of pleasure.

“Billy, oh fuck,” You cursed as you tugged on his hair harder, making him moan louder. You craved that sound, wanted to hear more of it as you clung to him, “Oh God! Don’t stop!” You begged at the rough way he continued to drag you along the curve of his cock. He was shaped so perfectly, hitting all of your deepest crevices with his rough movements.

“You’re such a good whore for me,” He groaned as he gripped your chin, his movements becoming more rapid as he continually stroked that deep spot inside of you. You swore you saw stars as he forced you to continue to look at him, “Greedy little thing.” He smirked, his breath warm against your face as you felt your orgasm crashing over you.

You came with a cry, arching your chest up against his skin. He held onto you tightly, grunting as your walls clamped down around him. You felt as if you were floating while you pleasure crashed over the two of you.

“Fuck, fuck,” He grunted as he slammed into you harder, the sound of your pussy leaking around his cock growing in the room, “You feel so fucking good.” He whined out this time, his voice cracking as he pressed himself deep inside of you.

You whimpered, your fingers digging into his skin as his cum filled your weeping cunt. He groaned as his forehead fell against yours, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with your own. Everything felt electric, too intense. You enjoyed it all.

“You’re so bad,” You teased as you rubbed his sides, laughing as you ran your fingers across his skin, “You’re putting us behind schedule.” You reminded him, but was still unable to push him away. You could settle against him for a few minutes. 

He chuckled as he brushed his lips across your face, the scent of mint strong as he turned his gaze towards you again, “You know you love it.” He hummed against your lips, leaving you with no room to agree. Even though he was right. You did love it.

And him. 

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Billy Hargrove Masterlist

All of my Billy stuff <3

Headcanons SFW Sunshine x Grumpy NSFW

Blurbs Billy as a Bf <3 Sundress Tank Top Nail Polish Spark Plugs Dad!Billy Round and Round Best Friend “I can take it” Miss You Worm Test Massages Wet Kisses

One - shots The Sinner Friendly Competition (1) Game, Set, Match (2) In Your Court (3) Midnight Hours Movie Night Break Up Slut Just Friends Father and Son Lullaby Kiss It Better Drive Training Session Too Sweet Casual Dream Came True Stop the Feeling Written on Your Lips Agreements Bad Thing

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Series (1) Cruel Summer (2) Dancing in the Dark Now That We Don't Talk

(1) Closer to My Heart (2) Roll With The Changes

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But Daddy I Love Him

Chapter 3

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Daniella Hopper/Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC

Warnings : Swearing, infidelity

Word count : 2294

Their friendship came out of nowhere but started the night she had spent the night and had awoken on his chest as they cuddled each other. Billy nodded as he listened to Daniella talk about Indianapolis. They were at Lover’s Lake, sitting on the hood of his car as he smoked a cigarette. Sitting near the lake caused Daniella to be chilly. Her dark brown hair moved across her face when there was a breeze, making her fuss with it as she tried to keep it out of her eyes.

            Billy reached into his car and handed her a pullover and she thanked him as she put it on and fixed her long hair. “Did your tattoo hurt?” Billy shrugged, “Not really, I have a high pain tolerance though.” Daniella nodded and looked at the moonlight bouncing off of the lake. Billy took her in, taking advantage of her being distracted. The jeans she wore hugged her thighs and ass and the top she wore clung to her breasts. She wasn’t skinny by any means, but he liked that, she was different from the girls in Hawkins who were all skinny.

            Her hair was long and wavy, a deep brown curtain that covered her back. Her eyes were blue and attentive, following him with each movement he made. She was sweet, something he wasn’t used to. “Max told me you have a boyfriend.” Daniella nodded, “His name’s Alex, it’s complicated.” Billy raised a brow, moving further up the hood of his car. “What do you mean?”

            She sighed, “I feel like all he wants is sex.” Billy hummed as he exhaled the smoke from his lungs. “What’s wrong with that?” She looked at him, “I’m still a virgin, there’s been times where I could have lost it to him, but I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right.” Billy nodded, “Do you love him?” She looked at the water, “Is it wrong if I say no?” Billy shook his head, “I don’t think so, I don’t know. I’ve never been in a relationship before, at least not a serious one.”

            Daniella nodded and looked at him, “How come?” He shrugged, “I’m not exactly the type to meet parents, Dani.” She shrugged, “You could be if the right girl comes along.” He huffed out a laugh, “You’re funny, I like you.” She laughed and rolled her eyes. “I’m serious, Billy. What about Heather?” He shook his head, “Too prissy for me, plus she’s my coworker so that’s weird.” Daniella hummed, “What about Nancy Wheeler?” He barked out a laugh, “Hell no, never in a million years. She’s not my type, too controlling.” Daniella nodded, she didn’t know a lot about Nancy Wheeler, she had seen her on occasion when El would be with Mike but they never talked more than a greeting.

            “You know who keeps asking about you?” Billy hummed, looking down at Daniella, he had a good six inches on her. “Karen Wheeler.” His face screwed up, “Are you serious?” Daniella nodded, “What’s up with that? I thought she was married.” Billy nodded, “She is, it was a moment of weakness for me. Nothing came out of it.” Daniella’s eyes widened, “No way, oh my God. Please don’t tell me you tried having sex with her.” He scratched the back of his neck.

            She felt sick to her stomach, she also felt a pang of possessiveness which she had never felt in her life. “Like I said, moment of weakness.” Daniella nodded, “That’s still gross.” He shrugged, “Dry spell and she was easy.” Daniella nodded again and Billy looked at her, “Have you ever dated anyone besides your boyfriend?” She shook her head, “First boyfriend.” He nodded, “Do you have a type?” She shook her head, “I don’t think so, I don’t know.” Billy nodded again.

            “Do you have a type?” Billy shrugged, “Like I said, I don’t date. I just have sex, haven’t had any in a couple of months. As long as she’s not controlling and if I can grip something then I can work with it.” Daniella nodded and laid back to look at the moon and the stars and Billy watched her eyes trace over everything. Red and blue lights appeared behind them and Billy groaned as he flicked his cigarette away from him.

            “Hargrove, seriously? You’re not allowed to be parked over here after six.” A familiar voice came from behind them and Daniella went pale. She wasn’t supposed to be around Billy, her dad had warned her about him and his tendencies, but she was drawn to him. Jim walked over, flashlight on as he pointed it at the hood of the car and his expression fell. “Daniella Rose, get in my car. Now.” She nodded and slid off of the hood of the Camaro. She went to take off the pullover and Billy shook his head, “Keep it for now.” She nodded and gently squeezed his arm as she passed him.

            She shut the door to the front seat and watched her dad talk to Billy. “Stay away from my daughter, I’ve already told you to.” Billy shrugged, “She’s my friend.” Jim scoffed, “You’re trying to get into her pants.” Billy looked at the older man, “I wouldn’t stoop that low, she has a boyfriend anyway.”  Jim scoffed again, “Since when has that stopped you? I’m serious, stay away from my daughter, Hargrove.” Jim walked back to his car, not giving Billy a chance to respond and he slammed the car door shut and he drove back to the cabin in silence. He parked in the driveway and looked at Daniella.

            “I’m disappointed in you. I told you he was trouble and you go out of your way to be around him. What if he would have tried to have sex with you?” Daniella looked at her dad, “Dad, I’m an adult, he and I are both adults. Do you really think I’d stoop that low and cheat on my boyfriend?” Jim sighed, “I don’t know, would you? I barely see you anymore because you’re with him.” Daniella huffed, “Am I not allowed to have friends?” Jim sighed, pushing back his hair, “You can, just not him. He’s trouble.” “He’s misunderstood,” she exclaimed. Jim looked at her, “Watch your tone, I’m your father, not your friend.” Daniella got out of the car and went into the cabin.

            El and Max were on the floor of the living room as she walked down the hallway to her bedroom. Jim walked into the house shortly after as he looked at El, “Did she go to her room?” El nodded and Max glanced at her as soon as Jim walked down the hallway. “I think Billy got her in trouble.” El raised an eyebrow, “Billy? Why?” Max sighed, putting down the magazine that Daniella had bought, “They’ve been hanging out a lot, like a lot a lot and I think your dad might have found them.” El hummed, “Dating?” Max shook her head, “She’s still with her boyfriend, that’s what Billy said at least. They’ve been having some problems because of him so who knows.” El nodded.

            “We could be sisters.” Max giggled, “You want Dani and Billy to get married?” El shrugged, “Sure.” Max laughed again, shaking her head.

            Jim sighed and knocked on Daniella’s door before he walked in. She was in her bed, still in Billy’s pullover. He shut the door behind him and sat at the foot of her bed. “I shouldn’t have gotten onto you like that, I’m just worried.” Daniella sighed, “He’s not a bad guy, dad. I promise.” Jim sighed, “I just don’t want him hurting you, Dani.” Daniella nodded, “He won’t, I won’t let him.” Jim nodded and kissed her head, pushing her hair back.

            “Okay, but if he does, let me know and I’ll kick his ass.” Daniella shook her head as Jim laughed and he left her bedroom. She waited for his footsteps to disappear as she grabbed her phone and dialed the number that was attached to the phone in Billy’s room. It rang a few times before he picked it up.

            “Hargrove residence, Billy’s room.” She laughed, “Shut up.” Billy laughed, “Get in any trouble?” She hummed, “No, not really.” Billy nodded as he laid in his bed, “Good. Do you know if Max is staying the night?” Daniella shrugged, “As far as I know she’s not, why?” Billy hummed in the receiver, “Maybe she can and I can sneak in and we can have our own sleepover.” She laughed, “My dad owns a shotgun.” Billy laughed loudly, “I’m great at running, I played basketball in high school and I used to play baseball and football.” She looked at the clock, “He goes to sleep in an hour, you’ll have to park at the wood line.” Billy nodded although she couldn’t see it, “Great, see you in an hour then.” He hung up before she could say anything else.

            Lately, she had thought about ending things with Alex. He wasn’t what she needed; he was too safe of an option. She wanted to feel butterflies in her stomach anytime he touched her skin but she never did, his hands were too soft to make her feel anything. It wasn’t long before her window slid open as Billy carefully pulled himself inside before he shut the window.

            “You’re sleeping on the floor.” He groaned, she laughed softly, and he walked to her bed and fell onto it. “Talked to boyfriend?” She shook her head, “I’ve been thinking about breaking things off with him.” Billy’s jaw dropped, “Really?” She nodded and they continued to talk before there was a soft knock on her door and Billy looked at her. “It’s one of the girls, hold on.” She cleared her throat, “Who is it?” “El and Max.” She nodded, “Come in.” The door creaked open as the girls walked inside and El shut the door and Max looked at the bed and she groaned, “Why’re you here?” Billy flipped her off, “I’m allowed to be anywhere I want, now you on the other hand, are not.” The girls sat on the floor.

            “Why’s he here?” Daniella laughed at El. “Because he’s my friend, just like Max is your friend and friends have sleepovers.” El hummed, “But your boyfriend, does he know?” Daniella went silent, “No, but it’s fine. Billy sleeps on the floor.” Billy grumbled, knowing it wasn’t true. “Can we see your boyfriend?” Daniella nodded and found one of her Polaroids of them at her graduation and handed it to the girls and Max scrunched her face up, “He’s ugly.” Billy laughed and took the picture from her and looked at Daniella and then the picture before looking at her again. “You don’t even look like you like him.” Max laughed, “See, they’re not compatible, looks-wise.” El looked at the picture, her face scrunching up as well. “Guys, he’s not that bad, holy shit.” She took the picture from Billy and put it in her drawer and shut it.

            “We’re going to bed, goodnight,” Max said as she pulled El with her and she shut the door. Daniella turned the tv on as Billy got comfortable beside her. “Wait go back, that was Thundercats.” She raised a brow, “I don’t know what that is.” His jaw dropped, grabbed her remote, and went back to the cartoon as he began explaining what it was. She nodded along, she was paying attention to the bass in his voice more than she was to what he was saying.

            “What was your first kiss like?” Daniella hummed, “Not great, it was with Alex and I dunno. I didn’t feel anything.” Billy nodded. “What was yours like?” He shrugged, “I don’t remember it, I was young.” Daniella nodded; her shoulder was against Billy’s as she watched the cartoon. Soon, she was feeling tired and she tied her hair back so it wouldn’t end up in Billy’s face if he did decide to stay in her bed. She got comfortable and he laughed, “Tired?” She nodded as she yawned and he laid down, getting comfortable as he used his own blanket.

            It wasn’t long before she had fallen asleep and he rubbed her cheek. He wished she didn’t have a boyfriend, he felt connected to her, like there were magnets in their hearts that pulled them together. He laid down, his face close to hers. He could feel her breath on his chin as he studied her peaceful features. Her lips were plump and smooth from the chapstick she had applied when she was getting ready for bed. She moved closer to him, her body searching for the warmth that he radiated.

            She snuggled up to him, he was trying to convince himself that her mind was telling her that she was in Indianapolis with her boyfriend, but in his own mind he was hoping it was her mind and heart yearning for him, yearning for someone who was experienced. Her lips smacked before they lightly pressed to the corner of his mouth, taking him by surprise when her lips moved to his, placing a soft peck to his lips. He didn’t kiss her back, he just laid there, his hand tight on her hip.

            She moved, head on his shoulder as she sighed his name in her sleep. He felt conflicted, she was a good girl and she’d most likely be upset knowing what she did half asleep. He knew he would have to tell her, but at the same time he didn’t want to. He kissed the top of her head and let himself melt against her body. He didn’t know what he was feeling but it was something he had never felt before.

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Dacre Montgomery behind the scenes Stranger Things 2 as Billy Hargrove.

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BILLY HARGROVE in STRANGER THINGS 2 ↳ Chapter Nine: The Gate

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❄︎𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞❄︎

𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.. 𝐀 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭?? 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜! 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐨!!❤︎

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Hi lovely, maybe Billy gets a little drunk and confesses his feelings to a girl he’s on again/off again with. The only reason he’s been on again/ off again with her is because he was developing feelings for her and it scared him so now that he’s drunk it all comes spilling out 😭

Only when you have time love x

Thank you for requesting (and being patient with me lmao) <3

It had been a week since you had last seen Billy. A full week of not hearing his voice, feeling his touch. You missed him, but you weren't going to let yourself be so available this time.

You were just friends. That was it. Maybe a little bit more here and there, but he had proven that he didn't really care about you. Not in the same way you cared about him.

And it was miserable. Even if it was the right thing to do. It felt like your heart had been crushed, split into tiny little pieces. Just another girl on Billy's notch. And it seemed like he had already moved on, forgotten about you.

The sound of the window rattling drew your attention, snapping you away from your gaze on the ceiling as you pulled your headphones off of your ears. You watched, heart stalling in fear for a moment as someone pulled themselves inside. You faltered when you realized who it was.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, gaping in disbelief at the hard way Billy hit the floor. You rushed over, listening to the way he groaned as he rolled onto his side, rubbing his palms over his knees.

"Wanted to see you." His words were slurred, blue eyes hazy as a lazy smile formed on his lips. He was drunk. Definitely. You could smell the alcohol clinging to his skin.

"You couldn't call like a normal person?" You asked him seriously, shaking your head as you moved your arms around his torso.

"Didn't feel right." He mumbled tiredly, going dead weight in your arms as you tried to lift him. You grunted, stumbling before you set him back onto the ground.

"Are you alright in there?" Your mom’s voice rang from outside the door, making your veins freeze over as you quickly clamped a palm over Billy’s mouth before he could reply.

"I'm fine, mom!" You yelled back, whining at the frantic tone in your voice, "I just tripped is all. I'm okay though. Sorry for waking you up!"

"Do you need anything?" She asked, "It sounded like it hurt." She added as you cringed at the way Billy began to lick your skin. He chuckled, looking up at you in amusement as you wiped your hand dry on your pajama shorts.

"Uh," You paused, trying to keep Billy's hands to himself, "No. I'm okay, really. Have a good night!" You yelled at her, wincing as you listened to the sound of her footsteps retreating.

Billy rested his head against your hip, sighing deeply as his eyes fluttered shut. You shook your head, not wanting him to pass out on your floor.

"You scared the shit out of me." You told him seriously, positioning his feet onto the floor better before you forced him to stand this time.

"I knocked on your window," He groaned, "It's a long ways up." He gestured quickly towards the window before you shifted his arm over your shoulders, trying to keep him supported.

"You could've killed yourself." You told him seriously, feeling warm and out of breath by the time you got him to your bed. He collapsed, arms and legs outstretched as you tugged his boots off of his feet. You didn’t want your bed to get too dirty.

"But I didn't," He replied with a smirk, looking all cool and collected again, "Pretty damn cool if you ask me." He grinned as he rested his hands behind his head, his shirt lifting over his toned stomach in the process. You turned away, doing your best not to stare.

"Not cool at all," You argued back, "What are you doing here?" You asked him curiously, raising your eyebrows as he slowly inspected your room. Then turned back to you.

"I needed to see you." He mumbled softly, eyes softening as he continued to stare at you. You breathed in deeply, not daring to look away.

"Why?" You asked him softly, trying not to get defensive. Or angry. You didn't want to snap at him but you were still bitter. You didn't like feeling like you were able to be tossed away so easily.

“I missed you,” He slurred out finally, “Like a lot.” He added as he moved his palms to his sides slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position. Your heart hammered roughly inside of your chest from his words, despite his previous actions.

“You’ve been ignoring me.” You stated slowly, watching the way he traveled his eyes back towards the floor. You breathed in deeply, wondering if he would even answer you. Or if he would think you could go back to how things were. But you couldn't, not again. You didn't want to be ignored by him. It was killing you.

“I like you,” He mumbled as he brought his eyes back towards you, “A lot. You’re really pretty. And funny. And I hate when you’re around other guys.” He continued to speak underneath his breath, almost whispering it to you. Like it was some big secret.

“Oh.” You spoke in surprise, eyes widening as you tried to gain sense of what he had said. You hadn't expected that. Not at all.

“Yeah.” He pushed his fingers through his hair, his lips forming into a thin frown as he watched you for the longest time. You felt nervous suddenly.

“I like you a lot too,” You replied as you pressed your lips together, “And you’re also really pretty. But your humor is kinda dry.” You told him seriously, gaining a little grin from him.

"I'm sorry I ignored you." He said, his words still slurring as he fell back against your mattress. You scooted forward, leaning over to get a better look at him.

"I'll forgive you," You started, watching the way the blue in his eyes twinkled, "On one condition." You added, holding a single finger up. He cocked his eyebrows.

"And what is that?" He hummed softly, leaning forward high enough to kiss your fingertip before he fell back down onto your pillows. You grinned.

"You take me out to dinner and I pick the place," You told him, admiring how sparkly his teeth looked as he smiled at you, "And you pay. Then all is forgiven." You added with a little laugh, earning a nudge from him. Something in his eyes let you know that this would be a new page for both of you.

[billys-pretty-babe]

So excited 💙

𝐗𝐈𝐈 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 (𝐀𝐫𝐭)

𝐃𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝! 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐚��, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐗𝐈𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 ♡

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕀 - 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 (𝐁.𝐇. 𝐱 𝐈.𝐖.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕀𝕀 - 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐈 (𝐉.𝐉.𝐌. 𝐱 𝐌.𝐁.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕀𝕀𝕀 - 𝐖𝐢𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 (𝐑.𝐂. 𝐱 𝐌.𝐁.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕀𝕍 - 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐔 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐃𝐨 (𝐁.𝐇. 𝐱 𝐈.𝐖.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕍 - 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐓𝐨𝐞 (𝐁.𝐇. 𝐱 𝐈.𝐖.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕍𝕀 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐉.𝐉.𝐌. 𝐱 𝐌.𝐁.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕍𝕀𝕀 - 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 (𝐑.𝐂 𝐱 𝐌.𝐁.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕍𝕀𝕀𝕀 - 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞 (𝐄.𝐌. 𝐱 𝐍.𝐉.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕀𝕏 - 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 (𝐁.𝐇. 𝐱 𝐈.𝐖.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕏 - 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐉𝐉.𝐌. x 𝐌.𝐁.)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕏𝕀 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞 (𝐑.𝐂. 𝐱 𝐌.𝐁)

𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝕏𝕀𝕀 - 𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐘𝐞𝐭..? (𝐄.𝐌. 𝐱 𝐍.𝐉.)

‧₊˚ ✧ . ﾟ♡𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬♡‧₊˚ ✧ . ﾟ

@loserboysandlithium @rafeyscurtainbangs @eddiesxangel @mothmans-left-buttcheek @heartbreak-sandwich @jo-harrington @gri959 @mrprettywhenhecries @rincallistis @userchai @cxrroded @bloodibambiidoll @buckysgrace @hippiegoth97 @harmonizingly @babyalora34

[billys-pretty-babe]

They’re so precious

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐘'𝐚𝐥𝐥!

𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚! 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 small 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬!! 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘♡

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: @loserboysandlithium @rafeyscurtainbangs @eddiesxangel @mothmans-left-buttcheek @heartbreak-sandwich @jo-harrington @gri959 @mrprettywhenhecries @rincallistis @userchai @cxramels @bloodibambiidoll @billys-pretty-babe @buckysgrace @hippiegoth97 @harmonizingly @babyalora34

[billys-pretty-babe]

thanksgiving except billy is doing the cooking and you’re clinging to him and hugging him from behind because you just want to touch him and feel him. he has to give you a task like peeling the potatoes to get you off of him

[billys-pretty-babe]

Billy who takes Thanksgiving dinner very seriously and has everything set up and prepped and plotted for days cuz it has to be perfect. And usually he’d get irritated when someone interrupts him but you give him a swat on the butt, a kiss on the cheek before you wrap your arms around his waist and tell him how good it smells and then suddenly he’s not so concerned with thanksgiving at all hehehe

[billys-pretty-babe]

[billys-pretty-babe]

you’ll find it in a dresser drawer

billy hargrove x fem!reader

gif by @suledins

word count: 2,550

warnings: mainly fluff and romantic stuff, a little bit of suggestiveness at the start, playful banter/swearing/name-calling (it’s all out of love)

synopsis: on a journey to declutter your little home, you and billy find lots of memories on the past and sit down to reminisce.

a/n: my bestie girl @clovermunson put this idea into my head actual ages ago, and i finally managed to get it done!! besides, we could all use a little love and care right about now <33

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“BILLY!”

The shower cuts off, leaving only the sound of water dripping from your loofah, down the ends of your hair. 

“Huh!” Billy shouts, already making his way towards the bathroom. He doesn’t need a verbal cue—the tone of your voice is enough. Each lilt you take on tells him what he’s walking into.

You’ve hastily wrapped a towel around your midsection, and he walks in on you waving your leg around in his direction. “I shaved my legs.”

Billy laughs heartily. He leans down, cupping the back of your calf with one hand so he can kiss the skin of your shin. “That’s what you were doin’ in here all this time? Thought maybe you were rubbin’ one out or something.” He winks, dragging his hand up your now very smooth leg. 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and let him lift you over the rim of the tub, setting you down securely on the bath mat. “You know I’m too loyal to the fancy shower head for all that manual labor.” You smack a sweet, slightly damp kiss on Billy’s lips. “But seriously, aren’t you impressed? I don’t remember the last time I shaved them.”

He drags his hand up your knee. “I’m so impressed. Even more that you managed to go without a nick.”

Your eyes crinkle up with the biggest smile, reserved just for him. “I know, right?” You lean your head back, allowing Billy to kiss at your shoulder where he’s been nosing at you this entire time. 

“Smell good,” he mumbles. 

“I used the same things as always, pretty.”

Billy’s thumb presses gently under your chin, molding you so he can kiss right where your collar bones meet. “Always smell good. Could eat you right up.”

“Maybe later?” you quip, sneaking out from his hold. He drags his gaze up your legs as you go. Six years in and he still looks at every part of you like it’s the first time. 

“No doubt, pretty girl. When you’re dressed you wanna help me with this box?”

“‘Course! I’ll just be a minute.”

The both of you have made it your mission to sort through every room in your little house. It’s not much, but there’s plenty of room and you take good care of it. Billy’s had more fun painting than he’d ever admit, and he helped you set up flower boxes so you had something to take care of. 

The lone hallway closet, the bane of your existence, was your last task. The one you’d been avoiding. A small, dark hell of clutter. Tubs full of trinkets and memories from you or Billy or both. Extra blankets, board games. Anything that didn’t have a home, or that you’d just rather not deal with on any given day. 

You slip on an oversized sweatshirt you’re sure you’ve had since college and a pair of Billy’s boxer shorts. He never wears this pair anyhow, and who are you to leave them gathering dust in the back of a dresser drawer.

Billy hears your bare feet pad against the hardwoods. You reach for a pillow, meaning to prop yourself up on it. 

Billy grunts. You look up, where he’s motioning towards his lap with his free hand. The one not flipping through what looks like a smaller box full of pictures. You comply, walking over to him. He reaches upward, big hands holding onto your hips as he coaxes you down between his legs, your back resting against his chest. 

“Hair smells good,” he mumbles, kissing the nape of your neck. He always tells you how good you smell. You never tell him that you always use the same things and, therefore, always smell the same. 

“Thank you,” you say. He pushes the thick cotton of your sweatshirt aside, the pilling fabric catching on his calloused fingertips. He presses a kiss to your shoulder and sets the material back where it was. 

Your teeth close around the inside of your cheek, hiding the giddy smile that threatens to appear. You lean forward just a bit, your gaze catching on a pile of photographs that look like they got developed and then set away, their finishes as pristine as if you’d just pulled them out of the paper envelope. 

You suck in a breath. Billy’s hand drags up and down your freshly shaved and moisturized knee fondly. 

“Are these the ones from the disposables?”

Billy grabs a handful of the glossy paper. “Think so. Remember you asked me to get them developed when we moved? So we didn’t take shit we didn’t need.”

“Yeah. I meant to buy an album for ‘em. Thought it seemed very grown up of us to have a photo book.” 

“Even more grown up to leave it disassembled.”

You gaze over your shoulder and lock eyes with Billy. He’s got his bottom lip between his teeth, the first signs of a laugh at the corners of his eyes. You snort.

You grab the photos from his hand, along with the rest, and shift so you can spread them out on the floor between you. The first thought that comes to mind is how your living room floor desperately needs a rug. But then you catch a glimpse of someone’s tummy against a bright, summer sky. 

Your index finger and thumb press against the corner of the paper, lifting it closer. It’s a picture of Billy and you at the beach, the date scrawled messily in his chicken scratch writing along the back: 07/26/91

In the photo, Billy stands under a tilted umbrella, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun, the other pointing at the camera. You remember now that he’d been trying to get you to look at Robin, because she was trying to take your picture. There’s a cocky smirk on his face and a smear of sunscreen on his neck. 

You’re wearing a pair of overalls, but one of the straps is falling down since they’re two sizes too big, your one piece swimsuit showing from underneath. The bottle in your hand and cream on your fingers all act as evidence towards your attempt to protect your boyfriend from the sun.

“I don’t remember Robin taking this,” you laugh, grinning up at Billy, more than pleased to know you have this moment captured forever. 

“I do,” Billy says, flipping the image over to look at the date he saw you glance at seconds before. “She took about a thousand pictures that day. I’m surprised there aren’t more. And I remember writing this when it got printed.”

He turns it toward you once again, pointing out a small line of script at the bottom you’d failed to see before. My pretty girl, it reads. 

You lean forward and kiss him, squeezing his cheeks between your hands because you know he hates it when you do but he looks too damn cute to resist.

There’s a couple of photos mixed in that are older—some from high school, a few baby pictures. You snag one of Billy from prom.

“This Billy would never have been such a sap.” 

He glances at the picture. He’d rented a tux. Worn a red button up underneath it. No tie, no corsage or anything. He wasn’t going to go, but he got in his car about half an hour after it started and drove himself there because you’d mentioned you were going with a couple of friends. 

“That’s because he also kinda had a stick up his ass,” Billy mumbles, rubbing the back of his hand across his mouth. 

“Even a cute ass like that couldn’t repel that big ‘ol stick.” You wink, looking at the other prom pictures. Billy pinches your thigh but it only makes you chuckle.

There’s a strip of you and Robin from the photo booth, her hair all frizzy, your forehead glistening with sweat. One awkward picture of you and Billy in front of the pitiful backdrop the student council had put together. Both of your smiles are soft, but it’s obvious neither of you were really comfortable with one another yet. What with the way his hand sits on your rib cage, one of yours on his hip and the other hidden in the tulle of your dress. 

“You know I bought my first push-up bra for that night?”

Billy’s trademark cocky grin appears. “What?”

“I had Robin help me pick out a push-up bra because I was hoping to impress you. I thought maybe if my boobs looked good you’d think I was hot and we could be more than classroom friends. The bra ended up leaving my ribs sore for days after, but my boobs did look good.”

Billy looks pointedly at your boobs in the photo. “They really did. But I already thought you were hot. Why else would I have come in the first place?”

You blink at him. “I dunno, to do like, anything else?” He laughs at your remark. “I figured you wanted to party afterwards or that maybe there was a girl you wanted to see afterwards.”

Billy holds up a photo of you at your college graduation. He cried that day, watching you walk. He thinks you don’t know, but you could tell. 

“I did. She’s right in front of me.”

He passes you a picture from Halloween two years ago. You were Tiffany Valentine and he was Charles Lee Ray. It was much easier to convince Billy to wear a trench coat and go without shaving for a few days than to even attempt putting him in a Chucky costume. 

“Quit fuckin’ with me, baby. You did not want me when we were in high school. Don’t you remember how awkward I was every time we worked on something together?”

Billy leans forward, his lips hovering inches from yours. “You weren’t awkward. I just saw a girl I would’ve sold my soul for because she was so perfect.” He laughs when you try to pull away from his kiss, a result of that cheesy line. You kiss him back all the same.

“You realize we’re not sorting through this box at all?” You say, that matter of fact tone in your voice. “We’re reminiscing. Let’s set the photos aside and finish, yeah? Then we can put them into albums.”

Billy gives you a two finger salute. “Yes ma’am.”

The both of you spend the next few minutes sorting. There’s receipts from years past, piles of number two pencils left from college, stray earring backs, a couple scraps of fabric from when you’d tried to take up sewing. You even find a couple of textbooks—some possibly stolen from the library of Hawkins High School—Billy’s birth certificate, a spare key to his car. 

Just when you reach the bottom, you spot a little wooden box. You’re not sure what it is, but based on the size you’d guess it might be for trinkets or it could have had Billy’s college ring in it. 

You glance over your shoulder at him where he’s sorting through a stack of papers, every once in a while scratching the tip of a pen against a spare piece to see if it’s got ink in it. You don’t think he’s paying you any mind. 

You place your thumb nail under the ledge of the box where it has the smallest groove in it where it’s meant to be opened. You open it haphazardly, with a sharp snap as the hinge widens. 

Your breath catches when your thumb grazes velvet and you realize there’s something inside. You’re too curious, too focused, to notice that Billy has moved closer to you, that he’s now watching your face for any emotion you might show, his own heart smacking against his ribcage. 

He thought this was a clever way to do it. The least stressful one he could think of, anyhow. He knows you don’t like much spectacle and figured keeping it intimate like this would be best for both of you, really.

The box opens with a small click and your eyes start to go all teary, despite the fact that you haven’t registered what’s happening or even looked at Billy or even looked at the damn thing you’re holding. 

The ring is simple: it’s thin silver, with a small, diamond shaped emerald front and center, the prongs and basket twisting gently so that it almost looks like they’re hugging the stone. It’s not too much, but it’s gorgeous. It’s you. Unmistakably. 

You turn to look at Billy. He smiles at you, his eyes all gentle.

“You fucking dickhead,” you say, your voice thick with emotion. He laughs. 

His hand comes to rest on your cheek, thumb caressing away any stray tears. He’s doing his best not to cry himself. “What do you think, huh?” 

You look down at the ring and back at him. Down and back at him. “It’s so pretty.”

“Fitting for such a pretty girl,” Billy says. You’d smack him if you weren’t so busy crying. He gently removes it from your hand, holding it out to you. 

“So, babydoll, how’d you feel about marrying me?”

Your eyes flick back and forth between his. You let out a giggle. “You’re not on one knee, Billy.”

He shifts awkwardly into the “proper” position and you both stare at each other, the beginnings of a hysterical laughing fit on either of your faces. You’d think someone had just made a “your mom” joke—not that you were being proposed to. 

A tear chooses that moment to escape your lash line. 

“I bought this for you about a week ago,” Billy starts. “I couldn’t have it too long because I knew I’d have a panic attack. I went to four different jewelry stores until I saw this one. I remembered, when Robin proposed to her girlfriend, that you said you’d always loved emeralds. Thought diamonds were overrated. And you always gravitate towards that color stuff in the store, y’know?”

“Like that dress you bought on sale for your birthday or the blanket for the couch. I’m hoping you’ll like this one.” He looks down at the ring and back up at you. “I love you, you know that? I know you know that. And I think lately I’ve just realized that I shouldn’t wait for good shit to go down. I don’t need to, especially when I can make it happen.”

“I want you for the rest of forever. Me and you. So really, what do you think? You wanna marry me?”

You blink at him. “Dunno. Jury’s out. Could take a while to reach a verdict.” 

He laughs into your hair, one arm wrapping around the small of your back, the other cradling your head. This feeling right here, of being held, is something you’ll never get over. The way his body feels wrapped around yours. A lifetime of this safety? Duh. 

You slide your hand under his shirt and gently scratch his back. His skin is always so warm. 

“Of course I do, you fucking dumbass,” you mutter, watery eyes overtaking your every sense. Then you kiss him on the cheek and whisper into his ear, “Honestly kinda felt like we were married already anyhow. Now I just have a pretty token of your affection, too.”

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