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[decodedlvr]

he looks like billy hargrove at this angle 🥴

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: Thought I’d drop a Billy Hargrove ff, why not? This one has to deal with the fight between him and his dad in the beginning of S2 Ep. 8. Some of the wording is word for word, but I put a spin on it.

Could be a tearjerker yall, be prepared. 🤧

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

“Billy? Billy, come on. At least tell me where we’re going.” I asked, as he continued to drive his car.

“Y’know you ask a lot of questions.” He stated, glancing at me from in the rear view mirror, and I scoff and sigh. “Why can’t you just wait?”

“Trick question: I can’t.”

“Oh, I know, cause you’re also very hardheaded.” He said, and I hit his shoulder, and he let out a deep chuckle.

He eventually did pull up into a driveway. This obviously wasn’t my driveway. So, it had to either be his or a friend’s house.

“This your house?” I ask, getting out of the car.

“Why don’t you come find out?” He stats unlocking the door and opened it for me.

I walked inside and looked around, it wasn’t super big, but you didn’t need a big house in order to call it home. I take my coat off and draped it on the back of the couch.

Billy does the same before coming up behind me, linking his arm around my waist, and placing his chin on my shoulder. Not forgetting to press himself up against my behind.

I laugh, “Now, I see why you dragged me from the party so early.”

He chuckles, and I feel the vibrations of it going down my shoulder. “I had to or they would’ve had a show they would remember.” He replied, as I felt his breath on my neck, along with some kisses all over the side of my neck.

“Would that have been so bad?”

“Not if you’re into that kinda shit.” He smirks, turning me around so I’m facing him, before feeling my legs up against the couch. “Are you, into they kinda stuff, baby?”

“And if I say ‘yes?’”

“Then I’ll have to remember that. The next time we’re in public, and you decide you want to pull that stunt again.”

“It was just a bit of harmless, teasing. Can you not handle it?”

“Oh, I can handle it. Let’s see if you can handle what I’m going to do to you. Go.” He says pointing in the direction his room. He doesn’t miss this chance to give my rear a hard smack, before following me.

Not too long after I made it to his bedroom door, he opened it swiftly and letting me inside, then closed the door behind him.

Billy reached over to his cd player and played some music and then turned to me.

I was sitting on his bed all pretty like, and he was drinking it all in.

The way I had my legs crossed, with my dress hugging my body and curves. The light in his room, hitting my skin just right. In this moment, I was his prey and he was the predator, ready to devour me in every and any way he knew.

He pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me, my knee already raised up from sitting with my legs crossed; gently brushed along his manhood causing a groan to fall from his lips.

It was mostly an accident, but it was like the world wanted me to do it on purpose.

“Don’t know when to quit do you?” He asked, I shrugged and he rolled his eyes, burrowing his face in the crook of my neck.

I bit down on my lower lip, and had my fingers entangled in his mullet.

He proceeded to lick and suck on various places on my neck. He just wanted to mark up any spots on my body, that didn’t scream ‘I belong to Billy,’ yet.

He knew what he wanted and that’s what he planned on doing, and he wasn’t going to beat around the bush about it either.

He tugged on the last place that he wanted to mark before standing up. He grabbed the hem of my shirt, and pulled it up over my head. Having me sit up a little to reach around me to undo my bra, but he never got to it.

“Billy?” His step-mom asked as she knocked on the door. He ignored it, trying to finish what was started, but she knocked again.

“I’m a little bit busy in here, Susan.” He sighed, looking back down at me, and leaned down ready to put his face in-between the valley of my chest but..

“Open the door. Right now.” His dad demanded, Billy took a moment waiting for me to put my shirt on and then opened the door.

“What’s wrong?”

“We can’t fine Maxine.” Susan started.

“-And her windows open.” Neil added, and Billy looked around knowing where who she might’ve gone out with. “Where is she?”

“I don’t know.” He admitted.

“You don’t know?” Neil said and scoffed.

“Look, I’m sure she just, I don’t know, went to the arcade or something. I’m sure she’s fine.”

“You were supposed to watch her.”

“I know, Dad. I was. It’s just you guys were three hours late, and well I have a date.” He said motioning to me grabbing a different coat, and I gave a small wave, starting to stand up. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“So, that’s why you’ve been staring at yourself in the mirror, like some idiot instead of watching your sister?”

“I have been looking after her all week, Dad. Okay? She wants to run off, then that’s her problem, all right? She’s 13 years old. She shouldn’t need a full-time babysitter. And she’s not my sister!” Billy exclaimed, turning off the music before his Dad pushed him up against the wall.

“Neil! Please not in front of his girlfriend.” Susan said trying to get me out of the room.

“No, no, she needs to see this.” He said and maintaining the eye contact he had on Billy. “What did we talk about?” He asked and Billy didn’t respond in time, causing Neil to smack him across the face. “What did we.. talk about?”

“Respect and responsibility.”

“That is right.” Neil replied, “Now, apologize to Susan.”

“I’m sorry, Susan.”

“It’s okay, Neil, really-” Susan said tryna to get Neil to stop.

“No, it’s not okay. Nothing about his behavior is okay. But he’s gonna make up for it. He’s gonna cancel their date. And then he’s gonna go find his sister. Like the good, kind, respecting brother that he is. Isn’t that right, Billy?” He said, and looked at Billy, and he didn’t respond again.

“Isn’t that right?” He asked more forcefully.

“Yes, sir.” He mumbled softly. I hated being here, hated being in this room, without a way to help Billy in this moment.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

“Yes, sir.” He forced out, in a much louder tone of voice.

“Find Max.” He said, walking away from Billy, and out of the room. “Get her out of here.”

“Come on, honey.” Susan said, grabbing me gently by the hand, and lead me out of the room.

A couple seconds later glass shattering could be heard, and I yanked my hand out of hers and tried to run back into Billy’s room.

Neil noticed this and forced me back away from his room door and pushed me out of the house. I tripped and fell onto the pavement, scratching up my hands and knees. I cried softly, not because of the pain, but because of what happened to Billy.

Standing the room, defenseless. His step-mom knowing it’s wrong, but too frighted to do anything or call the police. All we could do was watch, it was horrendous.

I sat on the steps to their porch for only goodness knows how long, and heard the door opening. I stood up immediately thinking it’d be Neil, but it was Billy.

“Billy?” I called out and he ignored me going to his car. “Billy, please..” I begged and pleaded with him to talk to me, look at me even, but he refuse to do even that. He just got in, turned the key, he pulled away from the driveway and drove away..

[dobiemart]

my chocolate wit' yo vanilla (ugh)

pairing, edward "eddie" munson, steven “steve” harrington, william "billy" hargrove, platonic!maxine "max" mayfield x reader

summary, different scenarios where the boys (and maxie pad) get their hair messed with

word count, like two or three maybe (900+ all together)

byr, tell a friend to TELL a friend... sheesss baacckkkk

i did write this with a black!reader in mind cause these are all things id id do to my white ass bf but anybody is welcome to read regardless

do ppl read st fics anymore?? i literally havent been able to open tumblr in like three months PELASEDFJS

warnings, eddie getting popped by the comb, steve getting damn near snatched off a stool, billy almost getting fought over his choice of words, prob ooc characters because i forgot how to write for them, pretty abrupt endings to each scenario, black shenanigans, etc.

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━━━ EDDIE MUNSON (pb. joseph quinn.)

"eddie, thats about the dumbest shit ive ever heard come from your mouth."

“no- hear me out, babe!” eddie tried to spin around and respond before you stopped him, quickly positioning his slender body back forwards. him, being the drama queen that could never make the lead in a play that he is, started to complain before you popped the side of his head.

“hey! what was that one for?!” he exclaimed in a whiny tone, reaching up to sooth the spot you'd hit with the comb. you kissed your teeth before moving his hand out of the way and resuming your section.

“i know damn well i told you to stop moving,” you said while coming through a knot, hushing eddie before he even started his whining mess. “maybe if you would sit and be still we wouldn't have this problem.” 

“you wound me, princess.” he said while tutting his bottom lip out, mocking a pout. he knew you weren't genuinely mad, but messing with you was always fun. even if he got his ass beat. “i thought my girl was supposed to treat me rig– ow!” he was cut off by a particularly harsh yank from another knot. 

“that’s whatcha’ ass gets,” you replied with a snicker, trying not to laugh too hard at the poor boy. “after all, you agreed to let me do your hair. since you wanna be all nosy bout' ‘how i do this’ and ‘what that product over there is for.’ whenever i have the patience to do mine.” 

you gestured all over the place with your comb as you went on about his questions and concerns, though, you noticed he didn't reply with the usual "you love it, anyway," or another snarky remark that made you love him impossibly more.

he instead opted to look up at you from his spot between your legs, gazing at you with nothing but pure adoration and love in his softened eyes. his calloused, overworked hands reached up to rub at the skin of your thighs gently, sighing as he embraced the feeling of your skin.

“i love you, baby. s’much. even if you're mea-- OW!"

━━━ STEVE HARRINGTON (pb. joe keery.)

“okay, babe! you don't have to yank it like that—” steve exclaimed, gripping onto the bathroom counter as to not fall off of the stool he was perched on.

you couldn't help but cackle at his reflection in the mirror, head being yanked back by the wig cap you were trying to shove his thick mop of hair under. 

“it's not my fault you got a big ass head! jus’ hold still so i can get it all up under there,” you barely got the sentence out without bursting out in laughter at your boy, a small smile catching on his face at your humor.

he eventually smacked your hands away and started to fix his hair underneath the cap by himself, insisting that you were gonna 'ruin his wave pattern.'

“i’m never losing a bet with robin again,” he murmured after you finished adjusting the cap around his head, noticing how much he actually needed his precious bangs. “especially if you’re in on it.”

you gave a shocked gasp and lightly slapped the back of his neck. “i’m being paid good money for this, so lose as many bets as you have to.” you continued while brushing out the pale blonde wig robin picked out for him.

you placed it on his head and tugged it around, causing him to grip onto the countertop again. you fussed with it until it looked decent enough, busting out into giggles at steve’s expression in the mirror.

“babe-- you didn't even do it right! give me this brush, you ain’t finna have me lookin’ all crazy like this–” he exuded sass while snatching the brush from your manicured hands and getting to work fixing up the hair.

all you could do was laugh while he frantically fixed some flyaway pieces and tried to messily give himself a middle part with his fingers, getting frustrated when it wouldn't come out jussttt right.

"there. now can i have those swirly hairs you do on your forehead? or a swoop? my forehead is not doing me any good right now," he asked while handing you back the brush, motioning what kind of baby hairs he wanted with his fingers.

man, was this boy a piece of work.

━━━ BILLY HARGROVE (pb. dacre montgomery.)

“ma, didn't i just tell you to sit down?” billy huffed while walking into the room, seeing you up and off your floor pillow.

you froze like a deer in headlights, followed quickly by max. you both had decided it would be a great idea to have a quick dance session to the smiths before billy got back, which had obviously been cut even shorter.

you both quickly returned to your respective spots on the floor with the most innocent looks you could muster. the silent energy of the room became too much for both you and max, causing you to look over at each other and laugh your asses off at billy’s ‘i’m not mad, just disappointed.’ posture. 

he huffed and shook his head before walking over to the couch, muttering a "always gotta be so damn difficult," before placing the basket of hair products he kept at his place beside him. he tapped the cushion between his legs, letting you know to scoot back. you dragged max back with you, making the girl giggle.

“i really don't know why you both decide to test every nerve i have at every given chance, yet here we are.” he started to fuss at the both of you, snatching your bonnet off, earning him a "hey!" along with a slap on the thigh. you heard max chortle from in front of you before you snatched her matching cap off, making her stop and snatch it back.

“first of all, you can't even say allat! you get on our nerves all the time. shut that tone down before we really get to it, sir.” you snapped back at billy, max following with a “yeah! it’s not our problem that you decide to be a fun vampire every time we do something,” 

he smirked to himself and replied with a hushed “be quiet and keep your head straight, an' watch that damn attitude.” before repositioning your bobbing head, getting into the first braid of many. you obeyed and started your own work on max's hair.

he gripped every thought and prayer you had in your scalp, making sure these braids were gonna stay in for the month. if you said it didn't hurt, you'd be a damn horrendous liar. you focus on giving max french braids, as to have something to stop you from tearing up at billy's technique.

it was quiet from that point on, minus the soft rhythm of ‘how soon is now?’ playing from the radio in the corner of the room. not that he would ever admit it, but billy loved these days. days where it was just the three of you in the house, all together, surrounded by nothing but love. the domestic feeling sent a feeling of warmth to his heart.

with you two, his unsavory household became a safe home.

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hi pooks

ive been gone for like 3 months cause of school and work and my dog babies and my bf and arruragrhsjfsujd;

BUT im trying to slowly get back into writing cause i still love to do it when i have the opportunity

idk what else to say but likes, reblogs, and feedback are all very appreciated <333

- a returning coraline! :)

© dobiemart 2022 — ☆

[stoneyweezin]

Maybe a Reader x Billy inspired by either:

A little death - The neighbourhood

Where the reader breaks up with Billy because he has been toxic and Billy goes and tries to find love in other women. But he gets frustrated because they don't touch him (physically and mentally) the way the reader always did. He gets angry trying to teach them but none come close to the actual thing until he gets so frustrated that he crawls back to her and tries everything to fix it.

Or:

RIP, Love - Faouzia

Where the reader is known to break hearts. Not because its fun for her but she does it to protect herself and the person. She is convinced that whoever gets close to her heart either ends up hurting her or she ends up hurting them so she always ends it by leaving them - ultimately hurting them before they can hurt her.

When Billy starts getting interested in her and she suddenly leaves just when he thought things were going good, he doesn't back down to find out why and once he does he makes it his mission to show her that he is there to stay and protect, despite being known for leaving and destroying

NO STAWP!

actually nah keep goin cuz i've been meaning to find a story in which somebody gives Billy a taste of his own medicine but figured i have to take things into my own hands.

i write with black!reader mainly all the time in my works. if anything is wanted to be personalized, do make that acknowledged in requests 🫶🏼

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰: 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗌, 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

now you werent the new royal of the school as you also werent unknown to the average person.

hawkins high school was your school though. you knew almost every new kid, old kid, super senior and freaky gossip that wafted through these noisy halls.

but everyone knew you, surface level that is, because you were such a sore thumb.

it brought pain to other people.

as other girls sported their pastels and puffed out shirts, your clothes were tight one day, super baggy the next. your signature look was sporting shades for no reason at all.

this only drew attention to you. the guys wanting to take you out on dates, get to know the mysterious y/n who wasnt all that mysterious... they just never talked to you.

and because you often felt overlooked until the moment you changed your wardrobe, you were a hard shell of a person.

they'd ask stupid questions like your sign... which you'd lie about because what they dont know wont kill em... especially if all they wanted to do was fuck you.

but as soon as they'd think you were their arm candy you'd give them a cold shoulder.

nothing like frost bite but more like, "we're not together so dont act like we are." you always clarified.

now of course their little boy hearts would wince at the touch of your thorned one, but it wouldn't deter you from entertaining the next halfway interesting boy.

it was the beginning of your senior year.

you sported your daily normal. a white corset, with an orange and green windbreaker you won during some pep rally sophomore year and denim jeans pulled up just enough that nobody noticed your belly button piercing you'd gotten over the summer.

in your eyes you dressed normally, this was your slight individuality making a name for itself.

some bits of your wardrobe pulling from chaka khan and several other flashy artists.

but as you walked to your locker, eyes bouncing between your front and paper schedule with your locker number at the top.

others eyes scanned you over, like ingredients on the back of food packaging. their padded blazers shrinking or their big hair deflating at the sight of you.

some of them oozed green with jealousy as they tried to figure why you'd wear a “party” outfit on your first day or questioning why they hadn't thought of that.

obviously, every look and murmur bounced off your skin like a ball, totally oblivious to them in the first place. before you finally came to your stop. your hand ghosted over the lock right before a shrilling voice you'd hope to not hear anymore.

"so... youre gonna just not tell me you were gonna wear this? what are you trying to do? make me jealous?" the voice said so highly of themselves, leaning into your ear before you eyes slowly scanned over to identify it as.

Tommy H.

"what did i tell you Tommy... we. are. not. a. thing." a stern tone laced those words as you shoved your things into your new locker as you heard him scoff.

"most chicks in this school would die to be seen with me in public, whats your damage?" tommy still trying to compute why you didnt want to be with him even after he gave you flowers. like that was some grande gesture.

"first of all, im clearly not most chicks," you air quoted. "secondly, my damage is that you gave me flowers... that werent even what i liked... and it looked like you plucked them from my neighbors yard." cue a eye roll before you shut the locker before peeking over his shoulder and seeing Steve saunter down the hall with Nancy and Tina next to him.

"anyway your best bud's are on the hunt for you. see you.. never again?" you smiled a cross one at him before making a b line to your history period. ironic.

it was the first day so of course the teachers are going to drone on about their expectations for the quarter but 4 years of the same drill was something you just didn't pay much attention to.

you glanced out the window, tracing the tree's and their branches with your eyes, not paying much attention to the cloud of cologne and cigarette that lingered next to you.

at first it didnt register in your mind that the blonde mullet with a blue jeaned body was new to the class.

chemistry had so much more things to acknowledge instead of a new body in a wooden seat.

he on the other hand, eyed the back of your head like a hawk.

he couldnt see your face as you hadnt turned around since the class began.

when he first arrived to the school he was immediately in the counselors office.

getting his schedule but in the same breath getting oggled at by the almost senior citizen women of the staff.

he expected all eyes to be on him from start to finish as he walked from his roaring camero to the inside of the school.

it didn’t take a hard one to figure that Billy was a slight narcissist. thinking so highly of himself that the sun shined to only warm up his golden californian tan.

but that was tossed out the window as he saw you.

having walked from your locker, curving around 3 people who he concluded were the “popular” ones of the school.

the guy you’d been talking to approached the 3, going on a slight tangent before pointed toward you, whose figure went tiny from the distance as you’d then enter a room.

“must have some history.” he thought before immediately sensing the eyes of girls peering into his flesh like lasers.

seeing the 4 popular kids look at him, the tallest with curly brown waves almost uncomfortable in his presence.

Billy looked it over as he then scanned his schedule, about to figure out where his bell was before a fluffy haired brunette ran up to him.

“are you new?” she asked, eyes batting up at him as if she was hoping he was fake.

“yeah… what gave it away, sweetheart?” he smirked at her as a uncontrollable ugly giggle came from her before her hand flew to her mouth.

“i could um… show you around.” she spoke halfway confidently before her face went beet red.

“lead the way.”

billy went through a couple classes, not paying too much attention to the teachers and mainly letting himself bask in the new fame he was receiving from his female classmates.

purposely giving bedroom eyes to the girls who were giggling like absolute maniacs at the sight of him.

all until he was now in chemistry. he was a little late so entering the class definitely caused him to be the main point of attention as the teacher was about to question him but couldnt as she did not know his name.

only instructing him to take a seat in the only other available chair. the chair that was next to you.

he walked back to you, seeing your head facing away from everyone. still completely in your own state of mind.

he caught a slight glimpse of your face but still couldnt make you out as he wanted to thoroughly gaze at you to figure out what you looked like.

now before the question arises, he did not know why he so suddenly seemed so interested in you. was it because you sported a hairstyle that nobody else seemed to sport?

was it the fact that a little bit of your chest was on full frontal while every other person definitely had their entire bodies covered?

or even the fact that soon as he sat down in your presence, his nose got filled with the way you smelled.

overrall he was now curious about who this person was that stood out.

head still in the clouds you didnt really pay attention to your body picking itself from the chair, but also not paying attention to the sudden hand in your face, being held out with the sole intention for you to shake.

your gaze slowly traveled up the body of a rather muscular guy before locking eyes with blue ones, crafted with long lashes. a cheeky smile decorated his face and his blonde curly mullet was routinely to the back of his head but he sported a superman curl in the front. you smiled back kindly.

“Billy.” he directly introduced himself. his palm was definitely calloused and rough but it looked like it would decorate yours nicely.

“Y/N…” a smile spread across your glossed lips, smizing effortlessly right when your hand slid into his.

he squeezed gently, mainly wanting to keep your soft hand wrapped in his before you slipped right from his grasp and stepped around him, following the flood of students who made their ways into the halls onto their now lunch period.

he tried to follow after you but you were like oil and he was water… you were twice as slippery.

months had passed with him coming to chemistry, sitting next to you and often asking you random questions.

some that you even found yourself surprised he’d even ask. hence, “what do you use in your hair to make it…that way.” his hand went into a circle directed toward your hair. this only omitted a sound he found himself smitten for.

continuing on to Halloween. you’d often spot Billy strutting away from his little sister he often called a brat, only to directly flip when in front of Tommy, Tina and… still have yet to catch the other girls’ name.

Steve and Nancy have… disappeared. like havent been spotted but often sporadically.

Billy, tried for the past 2 months to keep you in his loop. to even be cool with Tommy and Tina until you told him about your history with Tommy.

now unbeknownst to you he had a slight tinge of jealousy.

Tommy got to you first but it was immediately aided with the knowledge that you turned him down and didnt even go as far as first base with him.

he was now in the winning field.

being in the winning field also meant; he slipped the invite into your binder, while you were looking.

“what is that?” a brow slightly more raised than the other beckoned for an answer as your eyes looked over the paper then to Billy.

“Tina’s party… halloween party. you should come.” he said leaning over to then rub his shoulder against yours before smirking.

“is this… you inviting me to come or am i just making a house call?”you smiled back, getting so close to his face the cigarette from hours ago still lingered on his breath with a mix of mint gum.

now for the first time in forever Billy felt a slight rinse of nervousness.

who were you to make Billy nervous?

hello... its Billy.

brushing off that eery all to unfamiliar feeling in this context, he leaned even closer to the point you two almost kissed but luckily you moved your head back just a smidge for that not to happen.

"i mean i would like it if you were in my house but... this should suffice, hm?" Billy threw a slick comment right back which only erupted a soft laugh and a smile.

you sat back upright in your seat before shrugging. "sure you might see me then." you said with a grin as you turned off his existance and resumed with the assignment at hand.

Billy on the other hand felt his palms get damp and a silent gulp ensued.

he didn't know hwy or how you wer egenuinely making him feel like a school boy but gosh you did.

months have passed. Billy and you have been bouncing energy back and forth like a risky game of tennis.

after the halloween party he asked you out on a date.

obviously his breath wreaked of beer and his chest was sticky and wet with the combo of fluids on his chest.

only making you more interested.

you guys went on a date... and then 2 more... and then christmas came around and you even met his step sister, thoroughly that is.

his dad always made you feel weird so you would force him to hang out everywhere else that wasnt his home.

but now its third quarter. you sported your winter outfits which was a bulky cordaroy jacket and jeans... obviously.

Billy always sported a jean jacket with sherpa on the colar and the inside.

talk about fashionista much.

you two would walk in the hallway but Billy noticed that you'd never hold his hand in public.

never hugged him in public.

you two painfully flirted in the eyes of the school that often snorted at you two being together but Billy...Billy didnt feel like you two were solid.

as you walked to your locker, you spotted Billy eyeing you like a hawk as you strutted toward him.

there was a glint in his eyes.

you couldnt make it out but you can feel his demeanor.

he had something on his mind.

"hi Billy." you said with a sideways smile before you tried to reach around to unlock your locker but right before you could his hand slipped into yours.

it was like a pain writhed through your wrist but he didnt do anything.

you arm tensed before you quickly snatched your hand back, shoving it in your jacket pocket.

"what was that?" Billy looked at you, brows furrowed and hand in midair.

"what?"

"why didnt you let me hold your hand?"

"we never held hands... thats weird." you said in a confused yet "matter-of-fact" manner.

this only caused him to get more irritated before he walked around you, back toward the school doors.

at first you stood there confused as to what his sudden attitude was all about before he stopped at the doors and basically yelled your name in the hallway.

"you coming, y/n?"

this only illicited and choked gasp to push its way to your nose before you looked aorund at everyone who eyed you.

oh he was making a scene...

you trudged toward him, quickly catching up before you two finally came to be in front of his car, luckily everyone had slowly trickled there way into the school for classes to start.

"Billy, what the hell?" you looked him in his eyes, searching for some kind of answer.

"are you embarrassed of me?" he questioned. jaw tight and solid and those blue eyes shadowed by his lashes.

"why would i be?" you were now even more confused.

embarrassed... of Billy? the man was a walking statue and didnt have an embarrassing bone in his body.

"we've been dating for i dont know, four months. i havent gotten even a kiss on the cheek from you in public."

"dating?" when those words slipped form your mouth, Billy felt his core tighten.

was it not clear that the two of you were together?

no other guy talked to you or even looked at you anymore because of how often Billy was around you.

"yes... dating. what the fuck, it wasnt clear to you?" his voice was getting harsh and angry

"hold on... you never officially asked me."

"what- meeting my dad wasn't solid enough?"

"Billy. please dont tell me youre being serious." your eyes bounced between his, searching; even pleading he had to be joking.

you werent the relationship type and god you wished that solidified in his mind.

"Im being dead serious, y/n. i havent entertained any other broad in this school because im around you." he threw his arms in the arm as he distanced himself from you to throw his mini tantrum.

"i never asked you to do that."

"but i did! i fucking did y/n because i only want you." he closed the space between the two of you before you placed your hand on his chest, trying to keep a solid distance.

his hand flew up to grip your wrist, sensing you were baout to back away from him.

"billy..."

"no, i dont care what youre about to say. i always had the feeling you were stand offish but fuck... me? i've been nothing but a caterer to you."

"billy... please listen to me-."

"unless its you telling me that you want to be together than it better ben nothing at all." Billy laid out the ultimatum like a piece of paper before he released your wrist and his hands snaked there way to the sides of your face. praying in the back of his mind you would eat your words and take him for all he is.

your mind stayed in a solid line. eyes not focusing on his while they desperately tried to gaze into yours.

fingers slow and gentle. they snuck into his palm to pull them away from your face before you backed away.

his shoulders shrank in defeat before his back straightened in a split second a loud scoff ensuing as his boots clicked against the concrete and he stomped back into the building.

you stood there by his car, eyes glancing in his car, spotting your bracelet hanging from his rear view mirror.

this was the most unofficial breakup... ever.

okay so i mayyy have totally disregarded Billy proving himself to her because in my eyes Billy is not one to get hung up on a girl. but y/n is different so i might write a little alternate ending of him genuinely trying to win her understanding??? we shall seek

[ashantesstuff]

I have a few fics and headcanons in my drafts and I’m unsure if I should post them. I was locked out of my account for two years so I don’t know if anyone would be interested …

Jacob Frye x Reader

Cole (Dragon Age: Inquisition) x Mage!reader (platonic)

Billy Hargrove x Black!Reader

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[actually-mentally-ill]

when im being asked a question, but i was busy daydreaming about __ x y/n

[hozierbabymomma]

That feeling when your favorite writter still aint post the next chapter...

Im jp yall, i just be talking shit lol

[cinnamoodles]

going through an amazing author’s masterlist (again and again) >>>

[ladymacbeth-writes-sometimes]

Black & White

[woodle-isbae]

Ik this would NEVER happen but js imagine this

They put their egos aside , agreeing that your fine as fuck , so they shoot their shot , and get you for the night

Unfortunately, they couldn't hold back anymore and tried to show you who's better than the other , Steve Obviously being more softer on you and taking time to please you but Billy going all out , having you bent over while he rams into you 😫

While your fucked out dumb and overstimulated their quietly eyeing eachother , occasionally making out while your left to watch , which ends up with them jerking off over your tired body , messy kisses being shared between the two men

Once their done , Billy obviously feels kinda shameful for falling for Harrington and leaves while your being cared for by Steve 🙈

[stoneyweezin]

upcoming fic:

✎G⃨R⃨A⃨I⃨N⃨ O⃨F⃨ S⃨A⃨N⃨D⃨

c⃨a⃨s⃨t⃨

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F⃨E⃨M⃨!⃨R⃨E⃨A⃨D⃨E⃨R⃨ - themselves + long curly hair

S⃨T⃨R⃨A⃨N⃨G⃨E⃨R⃨ T⃨H⃨I⃨N⃨G⃨S⃨ C⃨A⃨S⃨T⃨ © - themselves

M⃨I⃨T⃨C⃨H⃨ B⃨O⃨R⃨D⃨E⃨A⃨U⃨X⃨ - garret hedlund

G⃨R⃨A⃨M⃨.⃨ B⃨O⃨R⃨D⃨E⃨A⃨U⃨X⃨ - lily tomlin

S⃨I⃨O⃨B⃨H⃨A⃨N⃨ M⃨A⃨R⃨T⃨I⃨N⃨ - amanda seyfried

[actually-mentally-ill]

sorry, did you say,

“toxic, dangerous, sexy af and could probably kill me at any given moment if they wanted”?

…

[wheel-of-hyperfixation]

my black ass when a writer needed some angst in the form of an ex and now billy is flirting with reader:

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Heaven's on Fire - Billy Hargrove Love Story (Stranger Things) ~ On Going

Summary:

A lovely young man trapped inside the shell of his own abuse is forced to move away from his beloved home in California, away from his peace of mind, the calming waves of the ocean, all the way to Hawkins and its thick forests and small mountains. Once again, he was forced to show off his macho potential, to dominate the highschool scene and become the man his father always wanted him to be - A cold and void man driven by wrath, pride and success, who knows no kindness nor vulnerabilities. That was the man Billy Hargrove was desperately forcing himself to become, the epitome of his father's pride... Until his caged heart was let free with the aid of one compassionate girl with a smile that completely melted his defenses.

Chapter 1 - AP Calculus BC Chapter 2 - Friday the 13th Chapter 3 - Mad Max Combo x 3

[stoneyweezin]

𝖡𝖠𝖡𝖸, 𝖡𝖤 𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖤

𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼 ༞ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽

༒ 𝗀𝗇! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍

(𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎♡)

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✎you were disgusted with yourself but why? why had the guy you’ve then woken up beside cause such a twist in your stomach that your spine itched?

your hair lay, thrown along your head as your eyes blinked at the human next to you.

that all to familiar feeling of raw skin on the bed sheets confirmed that you were in the same predicament as he was, his lower half luckily being shielded by the blanket and his curly blonde mullet partially sticking to the side of his face. a snore coming from his puckered and opened lips.

you had slept with billy hargrove.

right after you said to him you hated his guts and wouldn’t be caught dead in the same car as him but ate your words that following weekend, at a party which resulted in too many drinks to handle and your body acting impulsively.

your tongue darted out to lick your lips, the flavor of alcohol having a slight residue still before you made up your mind.

“get the fuck out before he wakes.” the voice in your conscious said to you over and over, body slipping from underneath his grip and then the cold air from his room stuck to your naked body.

you looked around for your clothes, head on a swivel as your eyes bounced toward billy every millisecond, praying he stayed a sleeping dog.

you’d managed to find your jeans and the white button up your sported before grabbing your shoes and sneakily leaving from his room. the house seemed to still be at a silent hum, as if no one had graced the day yet.

your feet softly padding down the hall before looking over at the wall and seeing it was 6 AM on the nose. your teeth kissed themselves as your feet hurriedly carried you out of the hargrove house. immediately grabbing hold of the fact that you didn’t drive here, and only billy’s car sat parked in the driveway.

you groaned as you then start to make haste down the road, eventually being able to navigate your way home. it was 6:45 by the time your now sheltered soles beat up your wooden porch. your fingers tapped along your jeans before you groaned, not feeling your keys and more so assuming they may still be at billy’s.

“shit!” you whisper yelled to the ground before your fingers found the loose panel in the shutters of your front window. the key being securely tucked in there before unlocking your front door, gently shutting it to not alert your parents, and immediately running to your room.

you walked back and forth in your room with your hands in your hair and your eyes scrambling for invisible answers.

“fucking billy… i fucked billy… billy fucked me.” you were shocked at the open admittance and the pure anxiety that mixed into your body.

now he was going to tell the whole basketball team he’d finally got a bite of Y/N. that Y/N is a total sleaze and would give it up after a while.

the millions of scenarios traced through your brain, over and over, nothing coming to the term that billy probably would never say that about you.

but billy was a dick. he had a great one but is was one.

you sighed as you shook your head, slowly accepting your fate before stripping yourself once again and walking into your bathroom. scrubbing your body of the night and preparing yourself for the next time you’d see him.

-

a good day of rest had past. you’ve made up your mind that the best interest was to avoid him. don’t let him even see you walk to your car when you got out of class.

you realized that your keys would still be at his house but luckily your father was a over thinker and had a “just in case” anything, including extra car keys.

you’d had it tossed in your bag, fixing your hair and outfit for the school day before walking downstairs into the kitchen. your mother making some toast and coffee for herself before seeing you grab the toaster strudel she had sitting out for you.

“off you go?” she looked at you, her sleepy sullen eyes trying to wake themselves up as she slowly started to move toward the cabinet and grab a mug.

“yeah mom, i’ll see you when im back?” your teeth bit down into the warm breakfast pastry, bits of flake falling back onto the plate.

“no, me and your dad have to go to your aunts for a bit. she wants to show us the new patio her husband built.” she said with such a fake excitement you could help but slightly snort at her, a chuckle coming from her.

“well yall have fun.” you smiled at your mom, rounding the tiny table before placing a kiss on her cheek, making your way to your car and making sure to start your day off as planned. drive slow and get there after… billy.

-

your feet tapped on the floor gently as your car had been stationary for about 15 minutes. billy was there before you, as planned, but he had been sitting outside chatting with some girl he was probably going to get a hold of soon.

your chest had tightened just a smidge before forcing the feeling to bury itself. you were supposed to be sworn enemies. enemies don’t hook up after parties, they argue and declare war for their egos being bruised. and to top it off enemies also don’t have sexual innuendos every time they come in contact with one another.

so eventually as you sat there in the car, you conjured the mindset to keep a distance away from him. no fighting, no eye contact, fuck it, your keys were just going to have to stay in his house.

eventually you eyeballed him walk toward the school, some people even unintentionally walking behind him, causing him to blend into the crowd. you got out your car, gripping your backpack strap and sighing as our feet started to lead you toward the doors also. thanking god your first class didn’t have him in it.

-

about 3 classes had passed, your 3rd period before lunch you did have billy in there, but you sat in the back, swapping seats with one of the girls who was a fiend for billy’s attention. he groaned, noticing that some random girl had now sat in your spot and he had nobody to pass the time with. turning to look over at you, you on the other hand having his entire body blurred in your peripheral and not wanting to even acknowledge his existence.

which he was now confused about. you fed him his own medicine every time you two had interacted and now you weren’t even looking at him. he didn’t even see you when school first started, normally being able to spot your forest green bobcat from a mile away.

he had thought back to waking up in his bed, back exposed to the sun leaking from his window and the house still being quiet. he assumed nobody made it home last night and max had been out with her little party of friends, more than likely having a sleep over.

his eyes puffy with a solid nights rest but his body feeling that all to familiar feeling of alcohol plus a good body he had obtained. he woke up feeling utterly amazing, a lot better than normal and it definitely had him forcing himself to try to remember but he didn’t. the liquor fully doing it’s job but clearly not enough as he was able to make it home car in tact. and he made sure of that as he peeked out the living room window to notice his car in the driveway.

he’d basically walked around the house with his towel on, not really wanting to search for clothes until he sighed and walked back to his room. his foot immediately pressing down on something hard and jagged.

“shit, shit! agh!” he groaned loudly his foot flying up to be gripped by his hands before gently bracing himself to fall back onto his closed door as he then seethed.

he looked down at the culprit to his pain and immediately picked up what were a pair of keys. not his keys though… his didn’t have a random angel charm on the loop. his fingers gripped at the item, inspecting it before he frowned. he recognized it and squinted in thought before it all started to come back to him.

he had you in his room that past night. he had kissed you all along your body drunkenly and felt everything he had only imagined under his finger tips. yeah you guys had a history of saying the most heinous things to one another. hell you even announced that you’d eat a bowl of glass before you’d ever be nice to billy hargrove. he on the other hand mainly picked at you because he quite liked the feeling of being around you. your annoyance toward him was a weird thing he favored other than being flocked after by girls all day. hence if he did have a date that night, he’d mainly got to you to brag about it but also get your reaction to the person. for some reason he wanted to please you and your opinions on him. and here he was, holding your car keys after you two had fucked like ravenous dogs. he rolled the charm between his fingers, lips piercing in thought before his eyes skimmed over to his poster that leaned off the wall. either it fell or you two had caused it to be that way but that didn’t matter to him.

the rest of the weekend he had made sure to stay out the house, masking his fear of not wanting to get scolded by neil and also hoping max didn’t need to make any random trips that resulted in him being her chauffeur. which thankfully she grew such a closeness to her friends she’d not asked him for anything for quite some time.

but it was sunday night. the blended family of 4 sat at the table, billy keeping his mouth shut, eating the porkchops susan had successfully made for once. neil chatted with susan, the two of them still seeming like they were in the honeymoon phase even though she’s seen him be an absolute abusive piece of shit. max had sat on the opposite end of the table, her eyes focused on the plate and her fork poking around the green beans. what is it with kids and vegetables?

other than that, billy had finished his plate, excusing himself before he walked behind max, tapping her shoulder. “i’ve gotta ask you something, when you’re done.” which was his version of requesting her time to answer his question. he felt weirded out at himself for even asking his step… sister, for anything besides where she was going.

her eyes broke from her trance, peering up at him with a slight mistrust before mumbling okay, shrugging her shoulders and resuming her attempt to finish her food.

billy had walked back to his room his hands clasped in front of him on his bed and eyes running along the ridges in the carpet.

how was he going to ask someone younger than him about relationship advice? what was he even going to ask about you?

“what do i get a girl that hates me? no…shit… um. how do i tell someone i feel differently about them? how do i tell? what are you a fuckin’ idiot billy?” he mumbled to himself, annoyed at his terrible navigation of his sudden attachment to you.

time had passed before red hair made itself seen in his doorway, hands still slightly damp from finishing the dishes. “yeah?” max’s voice broke him from his overthinking, before he sighed looking at her. brows knitting together in annoyance before speaking his piece.

-

you sat at lunch, laughing with eddie who was a year older than you. he was a senior along with steve but had to repeat due to his terrible grades and even worse attendance. now he was a senior with you and the rest of class 86’ seemingly not minding it though, seeming you had given him company while he received his influx of madness.

his shaggy hair shook as he dramatically described the past campaign he had ran with the rest of his tiny team, which were really a bunch of freshman who shared the same interest as him.

“then dustin rolls, doesn’t roll enough damage to take down the vampire and then almost cost his whole troop.” his smile gleamed at you before you giggled, a faux face of seriousness crossing your features.

“i don’t get it…” immediately eddies laughter ceased in his throat, mouth agape before his neck jutted forward and a confused look crossed his face. a solid “what” was going to come out his mouth before you grabbed a grape from his tray, pelting it off his forehead and smiling again.

“gotcha!” you teased which resulted in him scoffing and shaking his head again.

from afar you didn’t feel or pay attention to billy watching the whole interaction. the two of you looked as though you were a perfect fit and better yet you enjoyed being around eddie. your smile damn near contagious but his brawny feelings had replaced the desire to want to ask you what’s going on and to also talk to you. his body reworking itself to now be the iconic asshole, billy hargrove.

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𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍. 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇