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Knock Next Time - Billy Hargrove
Billy x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mention of nudity
Word count: 368
Summary: Max walks in on Billy and Y/n in bed.
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Y/n and Billy had enjoyed themselfâs last night. Having had the Hargrove household all to themselves provided the perfect opportunity for them to get intimate. Billy had woken up to the sun shining through the window. Next to him is his gorgeous and sexy Y/n.
Billy decided to wake her up by kissing and sucking along on Y/nâs neck. Which didnât take long.
âGood morning Handsome.â Y/n smirked up at Billy as he hovered over her having just woken her up.
âGood morning sexy.â Billy smirked back, eyes sparkling with mischief. âYou wanna pick up where we left off?â
Y/n licked her lips smiling at his brilliant idea. âIâd love to. . .â
As the couple got into their activities, luckily they didnât get to far into things because the door to Billyâs room burst open.
âBilly can you take-â Max started but once she saw Billy and Y/n in bed together she stopped before exclaiming. âOh GOD!â
âHey Max.â Y/n blushed smiling at the redhead.
âMax what have I said about knocking?â Billy grumbled which Y/n felt since he was laying on top of her.
âWell maybe donât be naked 24/7.â Max rolled her eyes facing away from them. Not wanting to see anything of either of them.
âKnock next time.â Billy shrugged, not caring.
âDonât worry I will.â Max scoffed and gagged.
âGood.â He scoffed back.
âMax, what did you want to ask?â Y/n cuts in otherwise she knew just jeep going. The two never stopped bickering, just like blood related siblings.Â
âIâll wait.â Max grimaced before she left, closing the door behind her. âGross.â
âShe should listen to me the first time.â Billy mumbled, pissed off.
âWhy are you naked all the time?â Y/n asked giggling as she thought about all the times poor Max mustâve walked in on Billy doing God knows what.
âFreedom baby.â Billy smirked, teasing her.
âYou're so weird.â Y/n laughed, shaking her head at him.
âNow where were we?â Billy mockingly asked as he dipped his head down with a smirk on his lips at the thoughts running through his head of what they were about to get up to.
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Harrington's Sister
Billy Hargrove x Harrington!fem!reader
Word Count: 5.6k
Warnings: fighting (blood, stitching), reader and billy sneaking around and making out lol, lots of smoking, drinking, parties, lots of drunk characters running aroundÂ
Authorâs Note: If you recognize this one you probably read âHarringtonâ in 2020! This is the updated version of that and also the longest thing Iâve posted on this blog too date! What can I say, my love for Billy possesses me and takes over.Â
Disclaimer: While this is set during season 2, I donât condone Billyâs actions in that season in the slightest. Heâs an asshole and racist and has done inexcusable things. Whenever I write for him I am writing for a version of him that couldâve been better had the world around him been expanded more!Â
Original Request: by anon, hello! I love all of your recent content and I was wondering if you could write a billy hargrove x harrington!reader? something like theyâre in a make out session and they get caught? or literally anything if youâre not comfortable with that. thank you x
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You leaned against Steveâs car, looking down at your wristwatch. He was late. Again. You had homework to do and the longer he took the longer you would be up working. You werenât willing to pull an all-nighter before the test you had tomorrow in first period.Â
You looked around the bustling crowd of people for your older brother. He was only older by 10 months. The Harringtonâs âtwo kids and doneâ rule was over within two years, which prompted you and Steve to be so close in age.Â
You pushed yourself off the side of his car and wondered if Nancy had left yet. She was probably with Steve if she hadnât. You might be able to find him, or at least get a ride from her. You had a grueling ethics essay that needed your attention and you knew that if the motivation went away you wouldnât be able to retain it soon enough to get it done.Â
You started to look through the parking lot, filled with high schoolers who couldnât drive for the life of them, for Nancyâs car. You didnât dare enter the roadways with everyone leaving. You slithered between some parked cars and ran right into Billy Hargrove who was opening up the driver's door to his camaro.Â
âWoah there,â he said out of reflex, holding his hands to stop your momentum. Your breath hitched from the distraction. You were surprised to see him still around. Usually he was the first out of the parking lot, his car screeching as it made sharp turns.Â
âSorry,â you breathed out. You tried to go around him but his car door was still in the way.Â
âHave you seen Max?â he asked. He knew you were often around his sister, or at least Steve was.Â
âNo. Have you seen Steve?âÂ
âNo,â he grumbled. He looked above your head. You werenât sure if he was looking for his sister or your brother but you didnât move out of his way. âIâm supposed to take her to the arcade.â He wasnât sure why he was telling you this. Perhaps it was because you were so off limits that he couldnât help but be fond of you. Maybe it was because you were the only person in front of him who could listen. It was probably because you were in similar predicaments.Â
âYeah well I have to do homework and Steve has the car keys,â you responded. He met your eyes. âIf you see him will you yell at him?âÂ
âI always do sweetheart.â You pursed your lips and pushed past him, trying to ignore the heat rising to your face. Billy Hargrove was the worst kind of guy. Steve hated him and you didnât blame him. He was an asshole to everyone around him and a delinquent in the most traditional form.Â
But you couldnât help but feel some sort of attraction towards him. It was likely rooted in the hatred Steve had for him, the natural urge to defy your older brother. You avoided him as best you could because you knew you wouldnât be able to resist him for longer than you could stand him.Â
You saw Steve standing beside Nancyâs car and you ran up to him, shaking off the small interaction for nothing more than it was. Small.Â
-
Billy wouldnât say he went out of his way to see you but he did park right next to Steveâs car for a reason. When you approached it at the end of the school day he was already there, waiting, a cigarette dancing between his fingers.Â
âWhereâs Harrington?â Billy questioned. You went to open the passenger door to ignore this conversation but of course it was locked.Â
âIâm Harrington,â you argued. You turned around. There was no getting out of this one.Â
âSteve,â he corrected. He gestured with his two fingers back at the school. âCaught up with Wheeler again?â âGetting things from his locker. At least told me he would be longer today.â Billy pushed himself off the side of his car gently, not wanting to leave any kind of scruff on it. You were so close just by the sheer nature of the carâs being parked beside each other. You swallowed hard.Â
âMax skipped today,â he said, voice low. âI could take you back if you donât wanna wait.â
âNow why would you do that?â you questioned. You crossed your arms defensively. You hoped that putting some more space between you two would make it easier to deny him.Â
âOut of the kindness of my heart.â
âYou have a heart?â
âYouâre welcome to come check for a pulse.â You narrowed your eyes at him, a sly smile playing on your face. You were close enough to touch him and though you knew you shouldnât, you wanted to make him think you were bolder than you were. You put your hand flat on his chest. He had his red shirt half unbuttoned. You were touching his skin with your fingers spread out. You made a face like you were thinking, contemplating the heart within him.Â
âFeels faint. You should get that checked out Hargrove.â He was looking at you with eyes filled with something you couldnât quite place. Lust? Adoration? Thrill?Â
âYou probably got a better grade in bio than I did. Iâll take your word for it.â You looked behind him, trying to find Steve among the crowd of dissipating students. âWhat harm will it do?â he asked, like he could read your mind.Â
You met his eyes again.Â
âYou got a piece of paper?âÂ
He went and shuffled through his dashboard for something to write on. He found a napkin and you pulled a pen out of your bag.Â
Found another ride
Sister
You put the napkin underneath the windshield wipers. Then you got in the passenger seat of Billy Hargroveâs car. You could smell the cologne he wore everyday, like he had spilled it on the carpet and it never came out. When he started the car music erupted from the speakers, Van Halen you were fairly sure. He pulled out of the parking spot, almost hitting someone, and then screeched through the lot to the exit.Â
You tried to hide the thrill in your chest. You shouldnât be this excited to be in his car, to be on the other end of watching him leave the school. You were victim to something every other girl in the near vicinity was - feeling a pull towards the bad boy. You wanted to be better or at least be different but he had this routine locked down. He knew exactly what he was doing when he turned the music down to look at you. You wondered if the eyes he was making were part of his line, to reel you in.Â
âWhich way am I turning?â he questioned, lowly. You pointed up towards the next street.Â
âRight. Then the second left.â He nodded. He took the turn too sharply. Despite his recklessness, you felt safe in the car with him. Itâs like his own belief that he was invincible had worn off on you. âThank you for taking me.â You had no real need to be home sooner. You wouldâve been fine waiting for Steve. But you found you were better now that you were with Billy.Â
âNo problem sweetheart.âÂ
You drove in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes. You were surprised to find him not throwing out line after line. Maybe this was his thing. Make you want him more than he wanted you so that giving in felt like his choice. He had the music turned up more, tapping on the steering wheel.Â
âRight up here.â There was an ease in the air that was only encouraged by the slight summer air from the windows. Billy rolled his down a bit to get the airflow. The sunrays were burning up your thighs. You squirmed, trying to get them out of the direct light. âThat house.âÂ
You knew the drive was gonna be short but you still found yourself wishing you had led him elsewhere. Some sort of long route to have a reason to stay with him. He pulled up in front of your house, looking up at it.Â
You followed his gaze, trying to see it how he would.Â
There was a gentle silence.Â
âYou wanna go get something to ea-â
âYes,â you finished. You had seen that charming smile on his face, one that he gave when he knew he got what he wanted. He reached in front of you and grabbed a cigarette pack out of the front compartment. He pushed one out with his finger and placed it between his teeth.Â
âYou know your brother probably wouldnât want you in my car.â
âI think Iâm a big girl who can make decisions for herself. Donât you?â The smile grew, all teeth. He had raised his eyebrow slightly, like he was assessing the situation and knew how it would end.Â
âLetâs get something to eat.â
He had never turned off the car. He pushed down on the gas.Â
-
Something about Billy was so easy. The foundation of your relationship had been built on secrecy, which made it so alluring. Maybe the two of you were just destined to continue some sort of doomed circle of attraction. Whatever the reason, you werenât about to let go.Â
Billy and you stuck to sneaking around after school, ignoring each other during it. You would often pretend to have a study group, which was believable. You would also make up some story about sleeping over at a friends, which was less so, but you saved that for special occasions.Â
Sneaking around with Billy was the most scandalous thing you had done. You were willing to bet it wasnât the most scandalous thing he had done. But for some reason he stuck around, never giving you a hint of wanting to be somewhere else.Â
The inside of the Camaro had become a comfort. You started to know the grooves of the car, the way the passenger door stuck or the dim lighting of the overhead bulbs.Â
You pushed the rearview mirror back so that you could see your face. You fixed your hair, messy from an afternoon well spent. Billy snuck a hand onto your thigh. You eyed him evenly.
âDown boy,â you whispered.
He scoffed, his tongue coming out in his smile. He removed his hand obediently but not after a pat. You adjusted the seat you were in so it wasnât reclining anymore. You looked back at yourself in the mirror, surprised to see you were grinning. It was like you couldnât help it.Â
You glanced out the window out of habit. You were parked on the side of a highway ten miles outside of Hawkins. You knew there were almost no chances of Steve finding you out here, but the adrenaline of the almost kept you looking.Â
âHarrington isnât gonna find us out here. Relax princess.â You gave him a narrow look. âSteve isnât gonna find us out here.â You nodded once and relaxed back into your seat. He placed a toothpick between his teeth.Â
âYou never know. He likes to be spontaneous.âÂ
Billy was so used to sneaking around. Usually it was with girls he didnât want to be seen with. It was rooted in selfish reasons, almost every time. Almost. He found that sneaking around with you was more exhilarating. Was it because of Steve or had Billy Hargrove actually found himself in love?Â
The mere thought made him want to pull away from the situation but he stayed, too stubborn to fight even himself.Â
âWould it be so bad if he caught us?â Billy asked. You placed your elbow on the dash between you, holding your chin in your hand.Â
âHeâd kill you,â you whispered. He looked up at you, the smile on his face creeping wider.Â
âIâd like to see him try,â he whispered back, a surprising amount of sincerity in his voice.Â
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âYou sure you donât need a ride today?â Steve was following close behind you. You were weaving through the crowd of rushing students.Â
âIâm sure. Thank you though.â If you werenât so wound up in the heat of the relationship you mightâve still had Steve take you back a couple times a week. Most of the time you were skipping the last period with Billy or you had him taking you home before Steve ever left the school.Â
It had been almost a month that you and Billy had been sneaking around. Nancy wasnât really cutting it anymore, in the way of excuses. She was your friend but she was also your brothers girlfriend so you couldnât exactly confide in her where you were spending all of your hopeless afternoons.Â
You emerged into the parking lot. You both stopped.Â
âWhere are you going today?â
âStudy group.â
âFor which class?â
âChemistry.â He narrowed his eyes on you.
âWith who?âÂ
âSteve I donât appreciate this line of questioning.â He searched your face for a weakness. You had none. âTell mom Iâll be back before dinner.â You could tell he wanted to argue but had nothing to back himself up with. âGoodbye Steve.â
âI donât believe you.â
âYou wound me. Goodbye Steve.âÂ
âAre you still going to the party tonight at Thompsons?âÂ
âYeah. Iâll be back in plenty of time for that,â you promised. He nodded once, suspiciously.Â
He started to back up and ran right into someone. With his flurry of apologies you were able to sneak away. You walked around the back of the school, searching in your bag for the cigarette you had stolen from Billy that morning. You found it after a moment. You fought with your lighter for a moment before placing it between your lips and landing between buildings next to the racetrack.Â
Billy was already there.Â
âWhereâd you get that?â he asked, gesturing to your lips. You took it between your fingers to leave a chaste kiss on his mouth.Â
âFound it in my boyfriend's car.âÂ
âShouldnât be dating a guy that smokes. Bad for you,â he hummed, taking it from you. âHow was your day sweetheart?â You shrugged.Â
âIâm skipping PE next time. Iâd rather be caught dead than in that locker room again.â
âYou girls have it easy. You can feign a broken nail.â
âDonât be a douche.â You took your cigarette back. âYou act like you ever come to PE.â
âBasketball counts towards my PE elective,â he promised. âI spend plenty of time in the locker rooms.â You raised an eyebrow.Â
âSlightly suggestive Hargrove. What are you doing in the locker room that long?â He rolled his eyes.Â
âWeâre even now.â You nodded once. He approached you and you slung your hands over his shoulders. Smoke emerged from behind him, trailing from the cig. He leaned forward and kissed you. You were addicted to kissing him. He permanently tasted like beer and bad decisions. You wondered lazily if the nicotine on his lips added to your dependency. âYou comin to the party tonight?â
âYup,â you promised. You hadnât gotten to see Billy break Steveâs keg record in person yet and the sheer idea of it got you excited. When he kissed you again he was smiling. His hands wandered from your hips at the sound of your moan against his lips.Â
âI just need to grab something from the locker room.âÂ
Your eyes shot straight open at the sound of a familiar voice coming down the alley. You pushed Billy off of you, leaving you against the wall heaving, a cigarette still burning between your fingers.Â
Steve was at the end of the alley, Nancy trailing behind him. She had a firm grip on her bookbag and at the sight of you her jaw set. You could barely even look at Steve but for the sake of everyone, you met his eyes. His eyes fueled immediately with anger.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing here with my sister Hargrove?â he demanded. Billy was looking ridiculously guilty, the red from your kisses still on his face.Â
âI think you know what I was doing here with your sister Harrington.âÂ
Steve stomped forward in anger, eager to put his fists to use. You rushed between them, putting your hand against Billyâs chest and facing Steve.Â
âSteve, calm down.âÂ
âIs this where youâve been going every afternoon? You havenât been studying at all. Youâve been with Billy Hargrove?â A defeated look went over your face. Steve shook his head in betrayal. âWhy would you lie to me?âÂ
âBecause I knew youâd react like this!âÂ
âBecause you were making out with Billy Hargrove!â he repeated.Â
âI can make my own decisions!â âClearly not good ones!â Nancy grabbed Steveâs arm, pulling him gently backwards. He didnât shake her off.Â
âLet it go Harrington,â Billy said. Steve lurched forward and Billy walked in front of you, blocking you. You grabbed his shoulder, pulling him backwards.Â
âAlright alright,â you muttered. âYou need to go cool off Steve.âÂ
âSheâs right,â Nancy said. She looked at Steve with an even gaze.Â
âIâll see you at the party?â you questioned, eager to have this confrontation end. Steve had a hard look on his face, clearly not wanting to exit this conversation. He didnât answer which was an answer. Youâd see him at the party. Steve kept his gaze on Billy until Nancy forced him to turn around.Â
The tension dissipated when he left.Â
âJesus,â you muttered.Â
âTold you it wouldnât be that bad.â You hit his shoulder, rolling your eyes. He scoffed, feigning hurt. He threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him by bending his elbow towards your neck. âI get you for a couple more hours then?â
âSeems like it,â you said optimistically.Â
âLetâs go get ready for that party then, hm sweetheart?âÂ
-
You had been to parties before but you only ever went with Steve. You would usually lose him right after you arrived but end up having to drive him home before midnight. He always swore not to get drunk which absolutely meant he was sure to.Â
Going with Billy was different. He took you back to his place, somewhere you had never been before. He had you climb in through the window of his room, laughing as he hoisted you up. You threw clothes at him, knowing you werenât about to wear your school clothes out. He had nothing in the way of girl clothes but helped you sneak into his step moms room when she and his dad went out.Â
âYour mom only has mom clothes,â you said, going through her coat hangers.Â
âStep-mom,â he corrected. He was looking in the mirror of her vanity, adjusting his hair. You reached into the back, something that felt like it hadnât been touched since they moved in. You pulled out a dress, though you werenât sure it was gonna fit. You hummed, wondering if you could find a pair of scissors to make it work. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He put his head on your shoulder.Â
âWhat about this one?â you asked, holding the fabric in your hands. âI could make it a crop top or maybe a short dress. Some sort of jacketâŠâ you hummed in consideration.Â
âWhatever you want. Iâm sure she wonât miss it.â
He grabbed you some scissors and you made it your own, satisfied that you were able to go out in it. Then you were back in his car, the music far too loud, and the night air coming in through the cracked windows. By the time you arrived at the Thompsons residence the party had already started. You could hear the music from the car and could see the half drunk people loitering around the deck. Billy got out of the car, surveying the area, and was immediately noticed by one of the basketball players you didnât recognize.Â
You followed him inside, his hand remaining in yours as he dragged you along through the crowd. You kept crashing into people but he kept your hands together, dependent on your touch. You emerged near the punch bowl that was almost certainly not punch.Â
âWe shouldâve pregamed,â you muttered. The smile that came over his face was mischievous and alluring. He had opted only to wear his black leather jacket to the party, not bothering with a shirt underneath. The amount of people there required you to be so close you were almost touching, not that you minded.Â
âIâll drink enough to say we did,â he promised. He leaned over, giving you a sloppy kiss that tasted like whatever was in this punch. You hummed, melting into his touch. He held you up with a hand on your hip.Â
When he pulled away he was already dragging you outside. You emerged through the sliding glass doors. You were surprised at the burst of cold air, despite the fact that there were maybe more people out there than there had been inside. It was like the entire senior class was here.Â
âHey Hargrove!â one of the basketball players called. You thought maybe his name was Travis but you weren't sure enough to call out to him. You knew it started with a T. âWeâve been saving this one for you!â Travis slapped the metal keg on the ground. You scoffed, looking at it in dismay. You would have one hell of a headache in the morning after that. Billy whistled at the sight of it. He let go of your hand and you couldnât hear his voice over the people trying to talk to him. You crossed your arms, watching with curious eyes as someone made the deliberation on who would get to lift him up over it.Â
You shook your head in amazement. Billy looked back at you, a reckless smile on his face. You raised your eyebrows at his gaze. He gestured to the keg.Â
âShow me how itâs done!â you called. The smile on his face grew. The cockiness of it edged at the lines of his lips. He looked ridiculously good.Â
He let two people lift him over it.Â
You had practically forgotten about Steve. It seemed like he was a whole other universe of issues. Right now it was just you and Billy and the hundred other seniors that were around. There were not many thoughts going through your head as you watched Billy, the pull towards him suddenly undeniable.Â
âWhereâd you get that outfit?âÂ
Steve broke your thoughts. You turned to find him standing beside you. You hadnât even noticed him approaching.
âNone of your business.â
âMomâs pissed. She made you dinner.â
âDonât act like you donât skip dinner all the time.â Your voice wouldâve been a mutter had it not been so loud. People had started chanting, counting down, screaming Billyâs name.Â
âYouâre making a mistake!â Steve called over everyone. âHeâs not a good guy!âÂ
âSome could say you arenât either!âÂ
It was a slightly low blow, making him think about the things he had said and done just last year.Â
âHe wonât change!â Steve argued.Â
They put Billy down, cheering followed.Â
âKeg King prevails!â someone yelled, slapping him on the back. Billy wiped his face aggressively, yelling along with them. He turned around, completely blind to Steve, and kissed you as hard as could. You could still taste the beer on his lips, his breath aching of it. The cheering continued, only intensified at the kiss.Â
You couldâve sat there forever if Steve hadnât pulled him off you by the shoulder.Â
Billy, hyped on adrenaline, turned to face your brother. He still had a hand on you but quickly let go when he noticed who had pulled him away. He puffed his chest.Â
âYou gonna tell me to stay away from your sister Harrington?âÂ
âYeah, thatâs exactly what Iâm gonna tell you.â You became aware that most people were watching this unfold. Their eyes hadnât left Billy. He seemed to do one entertaining thing after the next.Â
âWhy donât you make me?âÂ
âOkay guys-â you started but was cut off by Steve throwing a punch. You gasped, not expecting actual violence to ensue. Billy, always eager to use his fists, didnât hesitate to fight back. He pushed Steve against the sliding glass door, shattering it. Your eyes went wide, unsure how to even handle this.Â
People were cheering and groaning on Steveâs behalf.Â
Steve scrambled up, throwing his whole body at Billy.Â
âIâm not drunk enough for this,â you muttered. You rushed to follow them as they took the fight in the house. You hadnât been here for ten minutes before you were sure the police would be called.Â
Billy staggered, throwing a punch that missed. Steve grabbed a lamp off the counter and hit him with it.Â
âOkay! Okay thatâs enough!â You pushed through the people, trying to get in between them. Before you could Billy hit Steve with a china plate that was on display in the corner of the room. You winced, watching your brother crumble against the kitchen counter. You threw yourself between them, pushing Billy back. He had a crazed adrenaline pumping look in his eyes.Â
You shoved him back, gently and then turned back to Steve who was struggling to stand. You found Nancy in the crowd, who heard the commotion. She was drunk, you could tell in her eyes, but not enough to not understand what was going on. She helped you help Steve up.Â
âItâs time to go home,â you said, evenly. Nancy wasnât sober enough to drive. âIâll call you a cab or something.âÂ
âIâll make him wait outside and think about his actions,â Nancy muttered. The event cleared her head quickly. âIâve got it.âÂ
âNo, no, you donât get to leave here with him. Heâs not good for you!â Steve exclaimed.Â
âSteve, I can make my own decisions!â You turned to Nancy. âYou got him?â She nodded, swallowing hard. He had a cut down his forehead but it looks superficial. Plus, if anyone was capable, it was Nancy Wheeler.Â
âBut-â Steve started.
âYou canât protect me forever,â you said, cutting him off. He met your eyes and pursed his lips. âGo home.âÂ
âYou too.âÂ
He followed Nancy out. When you turned around Billy was breathing hard. He was being spoken to in all directions. You turned back to him and noticed that the lamp had gotten the side of his head good. His hair was starting to turn red on the left side of his head.Â
You were going to speak when you heard someone scream.Â
âPolice!âÂ
You breathed out sharply. You werenât prepared for this much excitement. You grabbed Billyâs arm who in turn, led you out the back. Everyone was running and you could barely see him in the dark with his black leather jacket on. He jumped the neighbors fence without a second thought. You followed close behind until you returned back to the car where you had come from. You had parked down the street a bit, which ended up being your saving grace in the night. You could see the police lights back at the house, not even a block away.Â
Billy unlocked the car.Â
âYou are not driving,â you exclaimed, voice sharp.Â
âIâm fine,â he responded, voice rushed.Â
âYou are the opposite of fine,â you grumbled, grabbing the keys from him. âPassenger seat.â He didnât move. âNow!â You werenât sure if it was the pain or the alcohol but he listened to you. He got into the passenger seat of the camaro. You started the car, cursing gently as it revved. You backed up and pulled away in the opposite direction from the Thompsons.
The music turned on naturally but it was a silent rumble to the heavy breathing you both were exhaling.Â
It took five minutes for either of you to speak.Â
âWe need to get your head looked at,â you said, now that you were able to see and think straight. He nodded.Â
âIâve got a first aid kit in the back.âÂ
âWhy do you have a first aid kit in the back?âÂ
âYouâd be surprised how often this happens.â
âYou used to stitching yourself up?â âI find bandaids work just fine.â You rolled your eyes. You didnât want to go back to your house, knowing itâs likely where Nancy took Steve. You hoped they had made it home safe and werenât victims of the police raid. You didnât want to take Billy back to his place, knowing you had stolen his step moms shirt and unsure how they would react to finding him like this.Â
You pulled over onto the side of the highway. It was only 10. It wasnât completely deserted but the traffic had eased enough for you to be comfortable pulling aside. You climbed into the backseat, rummaging around his jackets. You found the first aid kit and then returned to the driver's seat. Billy was breathing evenly. You found a ghost of a smile on his face.Â
You opened up the kit and placed it on your lap before looking back up at him.Â
âStay still,â you muttered. He did as he was told. You moved his hair aside to find the actual wound. He was bleeding from his noise from a punch but that didnât look broken, just bruised. It was the open wound that worried you. You seethed. It didnât look deep but it didnât look good.Â
âYou good sweetheart?â You rolled your eyes.Â
âYeah Iâm fine.â You looked down at the kit and grabbed some wet wipes, trying to clear the blood away. He winced.Â
âHow are you doin sweetheart?â you teased. He scoffed.Â
âIâm alright,â he promised. You worked in silence for a moment.Â
âYou didnât have to do that.âÂ
âYes I did. He wanted a fight. He got one.â You couldnât deny the truth in his statement. Steve wouldâve fought him eventually. âAnd I won.â He turned his head to meet your eyes. âI get to keep you.â You flushed, narrowing your eyes at him.Â
âWhat makes you think I wanna keep you? Now that we arenât sneaking around anymore?âÂ
âYou're covered in my blood,â he muttered. Your hands were stained with it. You hadnât even noticed.
âPoint taken.â You cleared your throat. âIt doesnât need stitches. You got lucky.â
âCanât say the same for Steve.â You suddenly thought of the sound of the plates hitting Steveâs head. You winced on his behalf. He adjusted himself. âI need a shower.â
âYou want me to take you home?âÂ
âNo. Donât wanna face my dad quite yet.â
âWell we canât go back to my house. Steve is almost surely there.âÂ
âThen weâll stay here till we know my dadâs asleep,â he muttered. You nodded and eased in your chair. There was a beat of silence.Â
âNo oneâs ever done anything like that for me before Hargrove.âÂ
âI like being the first,â he muttered. His hair was fucked up and he had dried blood on his face and bags under his eyes but you had never been more attracted to him.Â
âPoor Tammy Thompson. Sheâs got a broken backdoor, the police and broken lamps,â you whispered. You hadnât realized your voice had gone down but it felt appropriate for the vibe of the moment.Â
âShouldnât have had kegs there,â he shrugged. You smiled.Â
âFair.â You saw his eyes drooping in exhaustion. You held your chin in your hand. He had rested his head against the back of his seat. âI think I wanna keep you,â you whispered. He smiled weakly.Â
âGood to hear.â You leaned forward, kissing him chastley, to which he responded easily. You placed your hand gently on his cheek, trailing down his skin. He shuddered against your touch.Â
You rested your forehead against his.Â
You met each other's eyes and a guilty smile played on his lips.
âWhat?â you whispered, giggling.Â
âNothing,â he promised. âNothing.âÂ
Billy Hargrove had fallen in love. But he had no intention of telling you that. Not quite yet.
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guysss...im looking for this certain stranger things headcannons where y/n is steve's younger sister...and she's dating billy...wherein like the stuff she used to go to steve for she would now go to billy for instead and steve's regretful that he didnt do stuff like that before...and everything is in steve's pov
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Hey there, so I wanted to add a little visual as to how y/n/010 dresses in this so Iâve added some outfits she would wear or note she would wear things like these outfits, of course whether the reader is plus size, regular size, whichever these are just inspiration, enjoy
The last picture is her Halloween costume (sheâs dressed as Flashdance)
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going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut
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finding out making up whole detailed scenarios with fictional characters in your head is a âsign of mental illnessâ
#actually mentally ill#fictional men are better#i got too silly#fanfic humor#tumblr memes#relatable#relatable memes#x reader#gojo satoru x reader#chuuya nakahara x reader#dazai osamu x reader#saiki k x reader#shoto todoroki x reader#bucky barnes x reader#billy hargrove x reader#anakin skywalker x reader#theodore nott x reader#lorenzo berkshire x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#cillian murphy x reader#johnathan crane x reader#dick grayson x reader#damon salvatore x reader#klaus mikaelson x reader#draco malfoy x reader#stiles stilinksi x reader#steve harrington x reader#steve rogers x reader#tony stark x reader#zhongli x reader
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I AM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT
IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING IT SO LONG, I JUST GOT REALLY CARRIED AWAY BECAUSE IT SURPRISED ME SOMEONE REQUESTED BILLY FROM ME
and YES I LOVE SOFT BILLY, I WRITE BILLY LIKE THIS IN ALL MY FICS AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND PEOPLE SHOULD APPRECIATE HIM MORE
I CANT STRESS THIS ENOUGH
Im glad you enjoyed this little special thing I wrote from your request, it just really inspired me đđ
Harrington!reader who struck up a friendship with Billy after finding him crying. It wasnât long until she developed a crush on the older boy. But she knew she was the least attractive girl in school, and on the cheerleading squad. Every girl was all over him, she never thought heâd see her that way.
Movie Night
I'm so sorry, I got carried away, and I made it super long, SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I HOPE EVERYONE ELSE DOES this has: fluff, angst, mean brother persona on Steve's behalf, OOC Billy Hargrove, soft side.
wc: 8k (i got a lil inspired, no one requests Billy and I love to write him đ)
Stupid Steve. Stupid school. Stupid fucking stereotypes.
You understand, you get it, the fucking sister of Steve Harrington should be the perfect girl, perfect as her idiotic brother. If only they knew that being in every single sport isnât what Steve wants, it isnât what he desires, it isnât what he always dreamed about.Â
But itâs not that perfection they want from you, oh no. Itâs not your fault you have bad eye sight so you have to wear glasses, and for some reason that made you fucking undesirable. Just because you are wearing glasses, and youâve been wearing them ever since middle school, where there were minimum problems with it, and now in high school when you just want to be able to date someone, or even kiss, itâs almost impossible because of them.
So yes, you knew people didnât want to be with you, and you knew that it was all because of the idealization of the Harrington girl not meeting their expectations. Jokes on them, every single fucking guy in school looks like stepped on shit.
When you finally got into freshmen year, you already knew Steve was the most popular guy in school, always boosting about it at the dinner table, father always saying how proud he is for Steve being the captain of almost every fucking imaginable sport. You looked up to Steve, you really did look up to your brother⊠Until you crossed those forsaken high school doors, and the only face your brother sent you was that of disgust and turned his back on you.
And that sets your fate.
Now as a Junior, your brother finally graduates this year. Ever since he started dating Nancy who is in the same year as you, he has relatively changed. At home, he now tries to invite you to hang with him at the mall, or tell you to have dinner together when your parents arenât home⊠You declined his invitation every time. You prefer to eat dinner in your bed, alone, while he drives away to be with Nancy. Just you, your books, and some good music. You are fine.Â
It doesnât help the fact that you have just one friend at school, and sheâs not even always with you because she is Nancyâs Best Friend. Barb was always nice to you, and itâs the only one you talked to in class, because then in cheerleading practice, which you had to enter because you needed extracurricular credit because your parents said so, you were given the cold shoulder by every teammate there. You didnât participate in the cheers really, you just wear the uniform every now and then and pass them bottles of water.
You just have to survive one year, just one more year and you can go to college, probably start anew, meet people, meet someone. You fixed your glasses on the bridge of your nose as you took notes while sitting at the bleachers, hearing the squeak of the tennis shoes of all the boys in the basketball team just going around. You hear a thump, making your eyes look up to see your brother laying on the floor, making you frown.
Then it made sense, as Billy Hargrove smirked, helping your brother stand up again.Â
You knew that he wanted to take Steveâs position as the most popular guy at school, getting prom king and all that shit. You have heard your brother complaining about him on the phone sometimes, maybe to Nancy or to one of his friends. From what youâve seen, Billy looked like a tough and irritating guy, and there is no need for you to get close to him at all, and you really could care less about what he does to your brother.
And that is basically your everyday life. Invisible, and youâre fine with that.
Youâre fine.Â
âHey, can you believe that guy?â Your head snapped up to see your brother at your door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. You raised your eyebrow at him, looking back down at your book. âIf he takes away my captainship in the team, I willâ Dad will fucking cut my head off.âÂ
âThatâs what you get for following his dreams from day one.â You mumble in a low tone, but he caught onto it, frowning at you.
âI have my own dreams. I donât follow his.â You nodded at that while still not looking at him. You really could care two shits about all of this.Â
âMaybe Nancy can help you with this kinda stuff. I'm busy.â You heard shuffling at the door and then a sigh. You heard steps and you raised your head to hear him slam his door shut, and you knew he was probably getting ready to go to a party or something because of the music he started playing on his radio. Not once you were invited to one of those, not even by your own brother. He had hosted parties before, and you were commanded to stay in your room all night. The only time you came out of your room was to the bathroom to pee, and even then you had to wait because people were always making out inside.Â
You got up from bed, closed the biology book to then set it on your desk, looking over to your library of VHSâs tilting your head to check what to watch tonight. You picked Terms of Endearment and Sixteen Candles. Your collection was full of romance and dramatic movies because itâs just your favorite genre to watch. Same with your books, your favorite being Sense & Sensibility.Â
Steve left after a few minutes, and you made your way down to start your Friday movie night, and tomorrow will be the same, next weekend too. You should get more movies, you are on a roll of rewatching stuff by now. But it was at this moment, when you put the cassette into your player, and you finally sat down and started watching Sixteen Candles that it all simply fell apart.
Your rough facade crumbles down as you see the romance of the characters on screen, the friendship that is displayed in these movies, late calls with friends, kicking your feet because the guy you liked kissed you, or even called you to spend time with you. You stare absentmindedly at the screen as you see the kissing scene finally happening and your fingertips brush over your lips, just softly, tracing the shape of them.
After a few hours Steve finally returns home, completely sober and cursing under his breath. He sees the light of the living room turned on and some blue light shining on. He walked inside to find you asleep on the couch with the TV still on. He sighed, walking over to turn it off but then his eyes looked at your form, making his face completely fall down.
He bent over your figure to see the dried tears on your cheeks, falling down onto the couch. He looked over to the coffee table to look at what you were watching, getting hold of the case. You watch the same movie every Friday night⊠And every Saturday night. He rubbed his mouth with a frown to his face as he looked back at your frame. And he always repeats the same action every Friday night and every Saturday night.
He stands up to grab the blanket thatâs over the couch to put it over your body, and with tears in his eyes he bends over to press a soft kiss at the top of your head with a quiet whisper that he always repeats and that you never hear, not that you would believe him anyway.
âIâm sorry.â
Monday came way faster than you expected, and the morning was even quicker. Your parents were still away on their business trip, but Steve and you knew they were just out on vacation by themselves. Why have children when you just push them aside?Â
You take out the lunch bag with your sandwiches in it, and you walk out of the school doors and into the football field which was deserted because it was lunch time, so it always gave you the best opportunity to head behind the bleachers to have some peaceful time for yourself, and that was until you almost dropped your bag as you screamed and flinched when you saw someone already there who snapped his head back at you.
Billy Hargrove.
Your breathing was heavy and your eyes were still trying to focus from the scare but as soon as they did you realized that Billyâs eyes were filled with tears, one or two might have escaped because you could see the glistening trail that they left behind on his cheeks. You were trying to talk to him, but then his eyebrows furrowed together, a tight angry look on his face.
âThe fuck you looking at Harrington?â You flinched back at that, annoyance switching inside of you instead of fear. This guy was crying and has the audacity to sound threatening?
âOh, right, sorry, itâs just seeing Billy Hargrove actually having feelings is a sight.â His eyes snapped wide at your response, surprise crossing his features while he stared at you this time. âWhoâs staring now?â
âOh, right, sorry, itâs just that hearing you fucking talk for once is a sight.â You were taken aback by his response, mimicking yours. You sucked on your right cheek in annoyance as he wiped his cheeks away.
âWell, off you go.â He snaps his head at you, a frown on his features to then letting a smirk spread on his lips.
âI came here first. You go.â You scoff at that, shaking your head at him.
âNo, I always come here at lunchtime, itâs my place.âÂ
âWell, thatâs lonely as fuck.â You know that. You fucking know that, he doesnât need to say it to your face, not the heartthrob of the school. Before your heart could turn in pain you nod at him.
âFine, take it for today.â You turn to finally walk away. Maybe you can eat at the picnic table in the forest? But sometimes the stoner would go there to deal, and you werenât judging Munson really, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive.Â
âWait.â You stopped on your tracks and slowly turned around to see Billy slumping down on the ground, his back resting against a column of the bleachers while he rested his forearms on his bent knees. âYou can stay here if you donât tell anyone you saw me like this.âÂ
Who would you even tell this to? He might be scared that you would tell Steve about it, but Billy seems to not know you donât actually have a good relationship with your brother, and you have just one casual friend in this school. You look in between the bleachers and towards the woods and then you look back at Billy, giving a sigh and finally sitting down with your legs crossed.Â
It was silent between you two, almost uncomfortable but not quite. You were eating your sandwich and you took out a bottle of water out of your bag too. You glanced once at him, and he was looking at the distance, just breathing slowly. You wanted to know what happened to him, because he didnât seem like the guy that would cry easily. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow up at you.
âWhy do you eat here?â He asks and you clear your throat, taking a sip of your water.
âWhy were you crying?âÂ
âTouchĂ©.â You gave a nod in understanding. You werenât going to talk to him if he wasnât going to talk to you. You looked inside your bag to grab onto the other sandwich, and you handed it to him. He looked at it with a frown and then back at you.
âIf youâre here it means you didnât eat. Basketball players need food.â You calmly say to him and he looks down at the sandwich, taking it from your hands, and then taking a bite out of it, grimacing in disgust.
âWhat the fuck is in this?â He looks down into it and you smirk at him, finishing off your own.
âMustard and pickle sandwich.â
He ate the sandwich anyway. It was nice to eat lunch with someone for once, even if that person was Billy Hargrove and it would be a one time thing in your life⊠Though, it wasnât. Billy was back behind the bleachers almost everyday after that. He wasnât at all that persona that he was with everyone else with you. The cocky insufferable bastard you knew was all a mask, and you could see it when he told you about how Tammy Thompson tried to hide a fart with her cough in class.
âYouâre fucking kiddingâŠâ You were giggling, covering your mouth as you both sat in front of one another, and the closeness slowly shrinking as two weeks went by of eating lunch with him.
âI am not, she actually thought it was discreet, but I heard it. Not that I said anything about it, but it was a total boner killer.â You raised an eyebrow at that, swallowing your apple that you were having as dessert.
âWhat, girls canât fart Hargrove?â He rolls his eyes at you and then raises his hand to flick your forehead, making you wince and rub the skin he left in a red state.
âI didnât say that. When you trust someone enough to do it in their face, sure. Not in the middle of class, and much less when you are a chair in front of mine.â At that you let out a laugh, throwing your head back. He chuckled and took a swig of his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side so it wouldnât hit your face.
âGod, I really donât pay attention to shit like that.â You took another bite of your apple and Billy was still looking at you, clearing his throat, making you look up at him.
âWhat do you do on Friday nights? I mean, your brother is at every single party but you are nowhere to be found.â He asks you and you feel your cheeks flush slightly at that. You look down at your apple and swallow your bite.
âI often watch movies. Have my own movie nights, sometimes with popcorn, and if I am feeling fancy, Sâmores.â You gave him a small smile as you took another sip of water but Billy was still looking at you with a frown to his eyebrows.
âBy yourself?â And you suddenly felt embarrassment washing over you. How pathetic were you? He is a guy that has every student in this school eating at the palm of his hand, plans of going out somewhere almost everyday, a date every single night, and you just watched movies and read books for company.
âIâ I have to go.â You suddenly blurt out, standing up abruptly to then wipe your jeans from the dirt of the floor. Billy was following suit, doing the same thing, and about to stop you, but you were already walking away. You didnât need the reminder of how stupid all of your life sounded. You didnât need it from him. You were always reminded of it by your father, saying that you should be more like his son. Your mother says that at her age she already dated someone and had tons of friends. Steve showing off his new relationship and friends to you, keeping you in the shadows from everyone.
You didnât need more reminders.
So when you got home, and realized Steve was already out of sight, probably at Heatherâs party, you took your time to shower, put on some comfy sweatpants, a white t-shirt and a gray hoodie, and you grabbed your movies and went downstairs. Maybe they will cheer you up from all the stuff that has happened with Billy today. Itâs stupid, you both donât talk to each other all day, yet at lunch you just talk non-stop.
Sweet popcorn was todayâs choice and you were already salivating at the smell of it all. Once it was done you put it in a bowl and headed over to the living room, turning the TV on, and putting Pretty in Pink in your VHS. Steve must be getting drunk with his friends by now, dancing to Roxette or something like that. You popped a single popcorn in your mouth and you were about to press play but you were interrupted when glass knocking was heard from the sliding door to the garden.
You jumped up in fear, eyes widened as you quickly turned your head and saw Billy fucking Hargrove outside the doors. You blinked once, twice, three times. Wasnât he at Heatherâs party too? You stood up from your seat, blushing at your attire but he already saw you in it, no time to actually go change. You fixed your glasses at the bridge of your nose as you walked towards the doors to finally unlock them and open a side for him.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here Billy!â You almost screamed at him, but he raised his hands up in a surrender mode and chuckled at you.
âBy that yelling I am assuming your parents are still gone. Let me in, Iâm fucking freezing.â He walks past you and you scoff at the nerve of this man. You close the door and you see him looking around with his hands inside his black leather jacket. Your eyes trailed downwards for a second, taking in how tight his pants were, but you snapped out of it, walking around him so that you were facing him.
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask again and he simply shrugs, still looking all around your house.Â
âParty was lame as shit, and you said there was a movie night here tonight. That seemed far more interesting than Tommy trying to do a keg stand and falling onto it, breaking his nose.â He walks to the couch, sitting down on it and he immediately grabs the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table. Your mouth hangs open again at this, going to the couch and sitting down next to him.
âYouâ I donât need your pity.â You say to him, looking down at your hands as you played with the hem of the sleeves of your hoodie. He chuckles at that and shakes his head.
âSweetheart, I donât pity anyone. The party was really fucking boring.â He takes a popcorn in his mouth and he hums at the sweetness. You raise an eyebrow to look at him. You never thought Billy Hargrove would be on the sweet side of stuff. âSo, what are we watching?â
A smirk formed on your lips. He was gonna fucking hate it, thatâs what he gets for barging in your house.
Yetâ
âI fucking hated Duckie.â You were wide eyed at him. He had paid complete attention to the movie, even giving small commentary that he really liked the fact that the girl stood up for herself. He turns to look at you, a frown coming to his eyebrows. âWhat?âÂ
âI just⊠I didnât think you like this genre of movies.â You reply to him, a little bit nervous for some reason and he smiles at you and then looks back at the screen.
âI never watched one of these. They have a lot of plot, and theyâre interesting.â Your eyes sparkled in excitement and you grabbed his shoulder, which made him look at you alarmingly.
âYouâre in for a ride.â
Billy came back again the next day, taking the chance that Steve was out at Nancyâs for the night. He then sneaked into your room while Steve slept and you played Grease on your small TV and VHS that were on top of your dresser. He actually enjoyed it, but despised it because it was a musical. The next time, he actually came through the front door, and you both finally watched Sixteen Candles together. Now, Saturday Night, Steve was at Nancyâs for a family dinner and Billy was taking out two beers from the six pack he came with.
âI donât drinkâŠâ You say to him and he raises an eyebrow up at you.Â
âDaily or weekly, but you have tried alcohol. One beer is not going to kill you Sweetheart.â You nodded at that and you grabbed onto the can, sitting back down on the couch. You opened it as Billy walked towards you and plopped down with a huff, already taking a swig out of his can. You grimaced at yours and you took a tentative sip, lowering the can to look at him, completely disgusted by the taste and he simply threw his head back in laughter.
âDisgusting.â You say to him and he shrugs at you, sending a smile your way.
âItâs an acquired taste baby, you just keep drinking it, if you feel fuzzy you can leave it.â You felt your heart accelerate at him, feeling the butterflies exploding in your stomach. You didnât know when your relationship with Billy took a turn for the better, but he actually sends a smile your way this time when walking down the halls, he sometimes greets you when you pass by him in the hallways, like he is not making it seem like he doesnât know you.
So it was hard not to fall for him. It was undeniable at this point, and even if he was strong and mean, and an ultimate bully to everyone else, he comes here to your house, watches romantic comedies with you, eats popcorn with you, and you two talk about nonsense all evening. Nobody knows about this, and youâre happy to have this secret between the two of you. You can live in the fantasy a little bit longer.
âWhat did you bring?â You look at the cassette he got and you look at the front of it. You grimaced again and showed it to him. âThe terminator?âÂ
âClassic sweetheart, itâs an action movie, you gotta expand your movie knowledge a bit.â You didnât want to complain, it was the first time Billy suggested to watch something he likes, and in reality you were interested in knowing it, and hopefully like it the way he does.
News flash, you didnât like it.
âWhy are there so many guns?! It's unnecessary!â You complain, your beer gone and you do feel a little fuzzy but not too much. You just felt giddy. He laughed at your side and shook his head as he drank his second can.
âThatâs what action movies are, baby, they are irrational, little to nothing of plot, and shooting everywhere.â He says and you sigh at that, shaking your head. The room filled with silence as Billy looked forward, his smile slowly disappearing. âYou know why I come here often?â
You straightened at that, blinked with confusion as you turned to look at him. You frowned when you saw how serious he got, just out of nowhere, and your belly turned for him, not in a romantic way, but more of a worry kind of nervousness.Â
âBecause parties now bore you?â You ask him and he gives you one chuckle and then shakes his head, resting it on the backrest of the couch, looking at the ceiling.
âYou help me distract myself.â He took a deep breath in as you kept looking at him and you knew it was something he was having a hard time talking about. âThe day you saw me crying⊠I was actually afraid.âÂ
âWhat?â
âMy father⊠Letâs just say he hasâ a rough hand. Any slip up I make, I just get a punch out of it⊠Iâm just so angry all the time, so unlike my fucking self and who I actually am when I am at school. I just let out my anger towards people, because I cannot take it out on my own father.â You could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and you knew he was trying to choke back tears as he talked. Your heart just knotted at seeing him like this, feeling helpless, not knowing what to actually tell him.
âBillyââ
âAnd you⊠I tried to be mean to you⊠And you actually had the guts that no one had at this school yet. Talk back to me.â His head turned to finally look at you again and your eyes burned at his confession. âI couldnât be mean to you⊠With you I canâ I can be calm, watch a movie, talk about how creepy that Creel house is and how we should sabotage itâ I mean, the only thing I talk with the people from school? Chicks, sex, cars, alcohol.âÂ
You couldnât help the small smile that appeared on your lips, turning your whole body to face him, your legs coming to rest on top of the couch too, bending them and resting your side on the backrest.Â
âWell, I am glad I could help in some way⊠My house is always open for you Billy.â His eyes were just staring into yours now, the only thing being heard in the room were your breaths, until he finally talked.
âCan I kiss you?âÂ
What?
There is no possible way you heard that from him. This is a dream, it has to be a dream. There is no way Billy Hargrove, your now friend, your crush, the guy you like has asked to actually kiss you. This only happens in movies, in books, and it never happens in real life, at least, not to you.Â
âW-Why would you want to kiss me?â And Billyâs features turned into saddened ones at your words. Donât you realize how beautiful you are? He straightened up on the couch, his body turning to face you as well as both of your hearts jumped out of your chest.
âWhy wouldnât I want to kiss you?â was his short answer. Your belly turned in pure nervousness now as your body grew a cold sweat. You never kissed anyone, and Billy seemed to know how to do it, and you were just too inexperienced. A flush came over all of your body as you fixed the glasses on the bridge of your nose and you looked down to avoid his gaze.
âIâ I neverââ You gulped, not being able to finish the phrase from how stupid it sounded. A warm hand was pressed on your cheek, making you lift your head up to look at him again, and you didnât realize how close he got to you, his blue eyes staring into yours.
âI ask you again⊠Can I kiss you?â And you finally give him a nod. You werenât going to miss this chance, not for one second. He still wants to kiss you despite you not knowing what you were getting yourself into. He smiled at you and grabbed onto your glasses, pulling them off your face and setting them on the coffee table. âThey were just going to get in the way.âÂ
You took a shaky breath in, his hand still on your cheek as he slowly leaned down towards you. You closed your eyes and his remained open to remember your features as he finally does what he has been wanting to do for the past weeks. At first it was a simple attraction of course, but he knew it was more than that, and he was scared as shit about it⊠But he never wanted someone as much as heâs been wanting you.
His lips connected with yours in a soft peck, brief, and you let a breath go out of your lips, only for another peck to land. Then another, then another that lingered there a bit more, and then the next one he just stayed there, and suddenly started moving his lips, guiding you as your heartbeat made you deaf in your ears. How do people do this and not faint at the spot?
The lip smacking was heard in the room as your hands finally were brave enough to travel, one scanning his bicep, the other one moving towards the back of his neck, feeling his skin under your fingertips. His free hand landed on your waist, not pressing too hard so that you know that he is being mindful of you. At this point, Billy would already be inside someone, satisfying his needs, but with you⊠He wasnât going to do that, at least not now, not yet, and that is if you let him.Â
He wants to take care of you.
He pulled away for a second, his lips touching yours still as your breathing mixed with one anotherâs in soft pants. You were feeling as if you were burning all over, not knowing what was happening with you. You never felt like this before, and maybe it has to do with the fact that not only was Billy good looking, but you also feel more than just friendship for him.
âYou okay?â You nod frantically at him, wanting more, giving him a peck on the lips making him chuckle in a low tone. âSorry baby, but I need more.âÂ
He suddenly pushed you back on the couch, crawling over you and you didnât even think, you just wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he kept his bottom half away from yours, even if it pained him on his thighs from the strength he was doing to keep himself up. His lips connected with yours again, rougher this time, more desperate, the kiss suddenly turning into a very heated one as he suddenly licks your bottom lip a few times.
The butterflies in your belly explode as you open your mouth and his tongue finally slides in. You gasp at the feeling, your hands finding his biceps through his blouse, and you felt his chain hitting your neck at every movement. One hand was still gripping on your waist, while the other remained at your nape, pulling you deeper into the kiss.Â
You really canât believe this is happening, not to you, not with Billy, it doesnât make sense that he looked your way, it doesnât make sense that he actually wants to kiss you, not when he has Heather on his tail all the time, or Carol even if she is dating Tommy. Or Janet. You always hear them talking about him in the bathroom, always planning their move on him, and this feels you with a sense of power, with a sense of accomplishment and pride in yourself.Â
Your hands ran through his hair and he groaned into the kiss, and that ignited so many things inside of you that you never felt in your life, and you wanted to hear more of it. Billy was trying his best to keep himself in a hovering position with you, but he was finding it harder and harder to do so. He canât go on, at least not today when it was your first kiss. He didnât want to scare you, even if your urges were the same as his, because he could feel your need to pull him even closer.
The door suddenly clicked and both of your eyes snapped wide open, pulling away, looking at one another, panting heavily. Best scenario, it's your parents, and they would be thrilled that you actually, and finally, have someone over at your house⊠Now, worst case scenarioâ
âWhat the ACTUAL FUCK?!â You both sat up on the couch to look over at Steve, who was standing there in the living room, wide eyed, and his face reddened bit by bit. Shit.
âSteveââ You started talking but he raised his hand at you, to then point a finger at Billy.
âGet the fuck off my sister.â You wanted to roll your eyes at this, because why is he acting all protective now? You finally got some action in your fucking life and he wants to take it away from you.
âI donât think she wants me to leave.â Billy dares to say, glaring at your brother who took a look at the coffee table, seeing the cans of beer. His mind started racing, and Billy followed his gaze, his mouth opening to talk but Steve was running up the stairs already. Your eyes widened and you pushed Billy off, standing up quickly and urging him to do the same.
âYou have to leave!â You were trying to push Billy towards the front door but his feet were still planted against the floor with a frown to his face, and your head snapped to the stairs to see Steve running back down with his baseball bat in his hands. Billyâs eyes widen when Steve starts to approach him with a swinging motion.
âTaking fucking advantage of my sister is something I wonât take from you Hargrove, so get the fuck out of my house before I crush your skull in!âÂ
âShit, Harringtonâ Fucking listen for a secondââ Steveâs baseball bat hits the backrest of the couch, and you could see the dent of the wooden under it that he created. Billy ripped himself off you and gave you a look as if asking if you were okay.
âIâll talk to him, you go.â You tell him and he gulps, looking back at Steve with a threatening look on his face which Steve only scoffed at.
âIâll talk to you later.â Billy says with a small squeeze to your hand as he walks out of the house, passing by Steve. Your brother follows him to the front door and he doesnât walk back inside until Billy drives away with his Camaro. After the roaring engine can be heard in the distance, Steve slams the door shut, throwing the bat at the floor and stomping back into the living room where you were standing there with a glare on your eyes as if you were about to kill him.
âWhen I saw his fucking car out in front of the house I thought it was a stupid coincidence, and I come in here to see you about to have sex with the sluttiest man in the goddamn school! What are you thinking!?â You frown in anger at that, stepping towards him.
âI am his friend! I wasnât going to have sex with him, and he wasnât taking fucking advantage of me! I drank ONE beer, ONE!â You yell back at him and he fake laughs as he runs his hand over his face.
âThe first time you have a guy in this house, and it is Billy FUCKING Hargrove. The one guy that I am fighting with for Captain at our basketball team, the one guy that gives me the hardest fucking time of my life at the moment, and you want me to just accept that he wants to be with you because he WANTS TO?â Your chest hurt at those words, your own coming out in soft stutters at Steveâs blind rage.
âHe even asked me if I wanted to, and I said yesââ
âGod, you cannot be this fucking stupid! He hates me, makes my life a living hell, and you seriously think that he is a nice guy!? You really think there is no ulterior motive!?â He yelled at you and his words were stabbing you in every part of your body, your head already spinning from how harsh he was being with you.
âWhy? Is it impossible that he actually wants to be with me?â You try to say loudly at him, even if your fingers start to feel numb. He scoffed at that, looking at you.
âYes, and I donât think you are dumb enough to not see that.â He was referring to so many other things, and it was regarding Billyâs persona, in Billyâs actions, in his rivalry with him⊠And when he saw your tear rolling down your face, his anger evaporated as if water was being thrown at him.
âOkayâŠâ Was your defeated response. You turned around to retrieve your glasses from your coffee table and Steve winced, clenching his eyes tightly together as pain rushed through his body.Â
âThat wasnât what I meantâ Hey, listen to me, I really didnât mean it to sound like thatââ But you werenât listening, putting the cassettes back into their cases and turning off the TV. You grabbed them and walked past him, going up into your room. Steve stood there, knowing he hurt you once again, not knowing what to do but run a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath as he started pacing back and forth.
He didnât mean it to sound like no guy would want you, he didnât mean it at all like that, yet the words coming out of his mouth betrayed him, completely. He doesnât know how to make it up to you, because if he had given you the chance to go to the parties with him when you asked in your freshman year, many times, and told you yes instead of no, you would have more experiences, you might even have friends. If only he had let you come out of your room at his own parties when you asked him, almost begged him to let you participate, but he declined each time. Then in your sophomore year, you didnât ask anymore, just accepted that he wasnât going to tell you anymore about them, and you automatically locked the door whenever he hosted a party.Â
This year, he tried to invite you, many times. You always declined. You didnât even want to eat dinner with him, and he knows you want to leave the house as soon as possible thanks to him. Even with your parents. For the past two years he had been so blind because of his fatherâs approval and the one of all the students in Hawkins High that he didnât notice how your parents didnât ask you stuff at dinner. All questions were always directed to him. He noticed this year, and he tried to tell them you had nailed your exams, and the only thing you got from your father was âAs she should.â
He was the cause of who you were now. Not at all the bubbly and animated girl that asked him to raise her up like an airplane in their backyard, not at all the small girl that put makeup on him pretending she was a stylist, not at all the middle school girl that got excited to see him whenever she got home from school to tell him about what she learned that day.Â
He walked up the stairs and raised his hand to knock on your door, only to hear soft sobs on the other side, muffled. He wonders if you had also cried when he denied you all those times. He doesnât know how to even make it up to you. He doesnât know if he even can.Â
So the next day, when you didnât come out of your room, he let you have your alone time. Now on Monday he tried knocking on your door, only to receive the notice that you felt sick. He tried walking in but your door was completely locked. His eyebrows twitched and his mind had come up with a plan. A plan he will terribly hate. A plan that might end up badly for him. But itâs what he deserves for what he did to you.Â
Billy looked everywhere for you, and even asked Barbara Holland where you could be. She told him that she hadnât seen her at Science that day either, so his best guess was that you had skipped school. His jaw clenched when he asked other people about you and some of them didnât even know what you looked like. He waited for the bell to ring, and he was going to tumble Steve down if he had to in order to see you. He didnât care.
But when he walked out of the school doors to rush to his Camaro, he was surprised to see Steve Harrington sitting on his trunk with his arms crossed. Billyâs eyes hardened at the sight, walking towards him, tilting his head in question at the brown haired boy who was looking at Billy with a mix of emotions behind his eyes.
âHarrington. Get off my fucking car.â He says and Steve gulps as he looks to the side.
âI fucked up.â At that Billyâs eyebrows turned into a frown, but his fists started clenching as Steve kept talking, telling him everything, everything he did to you, and what he had said to you that night when Billy left.Â
While this was happening, you were combing your hair after the shower you took while sitting on your bed. You had taken a shower because you were greasy from yesterday already, and you really didn't want to get up, but you didnât have a choice. Ever since Steve said that, you didnât have the guts to actually call Billy because at some far away place in your mind, it made sense.Â
You were invisible, and suddenly you were noticed? It doesnât sound real.Â
So maybe it wasnât. Maybe it really was to get into your pants to mess with your brother, and that was honestly the most reasonable explanation for it. You frowned when you heard the door open downstairs, your door was left open so you could hear some drawers being open, to then hear steps coming up the stairs. Your eyes widened when you saw Steve slamming himself against the door frame of your room.
His eye was completely inflamed from a punch received to the face, his nose was bleeding and he was holding some ice covered in a rug to soak the blood in it. From what you could see, his lip was busted as well and his breathing was coming out of his mouth, almost in a pant.
âSteve, what happened?â Even in your hatred for him, seeing him this way made your heart fill with worry, pushing all of the other feelings aside. You were about to rise from the bed until Steve raised his hand up at you.
âI deserved it.â He looked towards the hallway and your eyes widened when you saw Billy coming into view, a pack of frozen peas on his right hand, his eyes glaring at Steve as he passed by him and into your room. His eyes turned to yours and you couldnât help but look up at him, completely stunned. Steve groans and closes the door for you two as he heads downstairs.Â
âWhat⊠Did youâŠ?â You stutter as you sit back on your bed, seeing Billyâs injured hand as he sat on your bed too, nodding as he looked at you.
âI sure as hell did. Fucker deserved it. He told me everything, from the very beginning, and also what he said to you on Saturday night right after I left.â You feel your face flush with embarrassment and you look down at your hands again. You are not understanding what is going on, nor why Steve would go and tell your life story to Billy. âThough I have to say⊠Your brother does care for you.â You scoff at that.
âRight. Like he cared for me the past two years.â You reply with venom in your voice and you feel Billy scoot closer to you.
âHe knows. He knows what he did to you. Your freshman year was the punch on the eye, your sophomore year was on his lip⊠And what he said on Saturday was the one on the nose.â He lets out a chuckle and you feel mixed emotions to that. You were happy that he defended your honor, but Steve was still your brother and you didnât want physical harm to come to him.
âDonât punch him again⊠Please.â You slowly looked up at Billy and his blue eyes were already looking at you. Your heart rate picked up the longer he stared at you.
âDo you really believe what he said to you that night?â He asks you, a small worried tone behind his voice. You feel yourself gulp and you look away in embarrassment or nervousness, you no longer know.
âIâ After years of feeling this way, it was a very possible scenario.â You say to him in a low voice, your fingers playing with each other. You see him put the bag of peas away, and his hands look for yours. You look down to see his right hand completely bruised up, some skin completely chipped off on his knuckles. You gasp at that and his hold gets stronger on you, making you look up at him. He was closer now, making your breathing get stuck in your throat.Â
âHow can I prove to you that I want you? How can I prove to you that I like you, that I like you very much that I drive myself insane with this fucking feeling, because god knows I am not good with relationshipsâŠâ For the first time you see a blush come to his cheeks, and his gaze looks down at your connected hands, like how you do when you get nervous. âBut I wanna try that with you.âÂ
Your heart leapt out of your mouth almost, not truly believing what was happening, but the bruised knuckles made it more real, the blush on his cheeks made you realize it was no dream at all. This man in front of you wants you, despite it all, and you both have so many broken pieces to pick up inside one another, but you figure that you can help each other. You can mend his heart back, as he can mend yours.
âI think⊠The first step would be a dateâŠâ You say to him almost in a whisper and he chuckles as he looks up at you. He squints slightly at that as if in thought as your smile grows on your face while looking at him.
âI have an idea for it. I think they are showcasing the new Rambo movie.â He says to you with a smirk to his face and your mouth fell open at that, shaking your head.
âI am not watching an action movie on our first date!â He chuckles at that, his face coming closer to yours slowly, and you feel magnetized to him as you both leaned into one another.Â
âOh, I bet you prefer the one where the bad boy goes for the intelligent and perfect girl, that genre, right?â You squint at him, pretending to be offended by his words.
âDonât act like you donât like those movies Hargrove.â At that he chuckles, his left hand snaking to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him, a soft breath hitting your lips as he talks.
âI might have a thing for romance.â His lips touched yours again, and you smiled through the kiss, your own hands resting on the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, to taste him even better. Your lips moved along with his, taking in eachotherâs breaths, bodies coming closer at each second.
âDonât fuck my sister, I draw the line there. Not today, not with me here.â You both heard Steveâs voice behind the door, making Billy groan in annoyance and pull away from you to glare at the door as the steps could be heard and another door closes down the hallway.
âI am punching him again.â Billy says and you were glaring at the door too.
âMy turn.â
A/N: Well shit, I hope you enjoyed. IT TURNED OUT TO BE A ONE SHOT.
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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?
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Princess treatment only - MultiMuse x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Not many, some mentions of killing, but nothing graphic. Kind of fluffy
Type: HCâs
Request: N/A
Word Count: N/A
Prompt: Some HCâs as to how the muses would give the reader the princess treatment.
Notes: I donât know where I was going with this, but this is mainly fluff, maybe sometime Iâll spice it up. I just had to get my writing juice brewing. Not proofread at all just go.
Jason Voorhees: Honestly, would treat you like a princess regardless. Will pick flowers for you when heâs outside. Always lets you borrow his flannels. Always walks in front of you to make sure thereâs no danger, but looks back constantly to make sure thereâs no danger behind you?? lmao. You wonât ever have to lift a finger when youâre with him. Literally at your beck and call. Will try his best not to kill in front of you, but sometimes it just ?? happens lol. Tries to be soft when touching you because youâre literally the most perfect thing that has ever crossed his path.
Michael Myers: Is your literal bodyguard. Will follow you anywhere and everywhere, you might as well call him your shadow. Lets you hug him and climb onto his lap whenever. Wonât hug you back yet, working on it. Nobody comes near you, no exceptions. Sorry. Stares at you most of the time. Canât say it, but youâre literally flawless to him. Will use his body as a shield for you. Would kill anything for you. Eventually learns to put his palm against your cheek and thatâs his second greatest accomplishment, the first being bagging you, literally and figuratively.
Tiffany Valentine: You wonât ever have to worry about a thing when youâre with her. Always gets her hands dirty for you. Lots of cheek and neck kisses. Praises your looks all the time. She will always brag about you whether itâs what you do, how you look, anything and everything. She would always make sure you have the latest clothes. Sheâd make sure you always had your staple make up pieces available. When it comes to killing, sheâd get creative, that way you guys will never have literal blood on your hands, especially you, never you.
Billy Loomis: Lots of nicknames. Kinda only has a soft spot for you. Can never ever tell you no and stick to it. Wonât hesitate to kill anyone who makes fun of him for this. Drives you everywhere. Ties your shoes. Always makes time for you. Will help you pick out your outfits and tell you which one he likes and which one he doesnât. Will wear the bracelets you make him. Anything in his closet is yours, help yourself. Always touching you, holding your hand, holding your waist, youâve infatuated him enough to have him carelessly cover you in soft kisses, laying his head on your shoulder. Kinda creative with dates tbh.
Stu Macher: You will forever be his princess. Will carry you across puddles. Lots of cheek and forehead kisses. Would learn how to paint your nails for you during class. Always makes sure you have a good grade on your exam, whether he has to swap out the papers after class or make sure you get the right answers, you can absolutely count on him. You donât have to use your brain around him, no worries. Thinks you look adorable in his sweaters, especially oversized. Loves when you sit on his lap. Prioritizes you over anything and everything. Even if you donât like horror movies, Stu would absolutely find something else for you to watch.
Patrick Bateman: Honestly, when he falls in love with you, itâs princess treatment only. Will give you a skin care routine and help you follow through with it. Kind of makes you feel dumb, but not like a stupid dumb, more like a âoh dear sweet baby you are a little dumb but pretty, but dumb, let me help youâ Same thing if you fall asleep with your makeup on, Patricks on the way with the micellar makeup remover. Will speak up for you if you donât like a service, he wonât be mean about it unless he has to. Always makes sure youâre hydrated (also part of your skin care routine). You will be a housewife/girlfriend. Feel free to splurge, you are his trophy princess after all. Will take you anywhere you want. Will make things up for you if he has to be at work late.
Leatherface: I donât ever see a scenario where Bubba does not treat his s/o like a princess. Itâs like part of the deal. Either way, expect wild flowers all the time. Itâs his favorite thing to do for you. He even makes you a vase and makes sure your flowers are always fresh. Will literally die and kill for you without any hesitation. At his knees for you. Bubba will crawl to you across pins and needles if you asked him to. Heâs always making sure youâre comfortable and safe, never hungry or in your mind for too long. Melts at your touch. Would learn how to dance just to dance to your favorite songs. Always gets awestruck with you.
Harley Quinn: Will absolutely take you anywhere you want, no matter how random it is. Always dazed when looking at you. Keeps pictures of you all dressed up in her bag or car or wherever she goes. Selina gave her a heart shaped locket once and yeah, you guessed it, the cutest picture of you is in there. Doesnât hesitate to shoot any man for you. Leaves your face covered in red kisses. She would do anything to make you laugh. Anything you want, itâs yours! Just point at it.
Poison Ivy: Pamela will always spoil you, regardless of how you act. Youâve heard of people growing gardens for their s/o, she would grow forests for you. Sheâs the most gentle with you, gentle caresses and soft kisses. Paints your nails, brushes your hair while adding flowers into the locks. Always admires dressing you up and putting make up on you. Almost never wants you to leave. Slow dances with you. Sheâd do anything to keep you out of danger. You think Michael is a good bodyguard? Pamela is the bodyguard.
Bruce Wayne: hhnnnngh. Ok. No but you are the Princess Wayne. Spoiling you rotten goes without saying. Anything your little heart desires is yours. Helps you get dressed. His favorite is helping you with your stockings. Gentle kisses everywhere. Brushes your hair. Lifting you up constantly when thereâs a crack in the pavement. Always the driver. Your safety is always first, always. No because whatever you want means whatever you want, which is why there are hello kitty plushies scattered across the Wayne manor. Youâve somehow managed to get your own cozy theater in there too. Princess treatment also means Bruce having to lay back just a teeny bit on Batman just to guard you too while you sleep.
Jason Todd: nmmnnmf YES. I donât see him treating his s/o any other way. Lots of pet names. Loooves to help you get dressed. Sits you on the counter as he cooks. Never lets you out of his sight. Anything you want itâs yours. Always buying you cute socks and letting you wear his clothes. Forehead kisses. Oh man itâs so disgusting how much Jason loves his princess. Always taking pictures of you, no matter the angle. Would 1000000% tie bows into your hair if you asked.
Billy Hargrove: Honestly if heâs in love with you, princess treatment is granted. Always giving you his jackets, especially when you wear skirts or dresses out. Lifting you over mud and puddles. Subtle kisses on the head while youâre out. Body guard mode activated. He kinda becomes your shadow, appearing out of nowhere and greeting you with a kiss on the forehead. Ties your shoes without asking. Wiping any tears or smeared makeup off your face. Winks at you all the timeee.
Steve Harrington: Kind of similar to Stu, he always makes sure you pass your class. Poor princess doesnât use her brain in school, too busy trying to stay awake. Always gives you his jacket, even if you donât want to wear it, heâll wrap it around you. Finds any excuse to carry you or pick you up. So affectionate. Kisses on the cheek, lips, forehead. Sometimes he will miss and kiss your eye but ugh itâs so fucking cute. Only has eyes for you. Tying your shoes, putting your socks on, literally just dressing you in general is a must. Literally will take you wherever you want, whenever. Drops everything when you call. Such a sucker with the nicknames for you.
Steve Rogers: Ugh another one. Think of him as a body guard who you get to kiss and sit on his lap. Always drops everything to make sure youâre okay. Cannot take his eyes off of you. So smooth with the reassurance. Kisses on the forehead constantly. Always tucks you in. Would help you bathe if you asked. Pulls you onto his lap every time you both sit down. Whatever you want, youâll get. If he canât do it, heâll find a way. Cups your face in his hands when you cry, kisses your tears away. Ugh heâs your literal teddy bear, if you donât like to be smothered? Pick another muse.
Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, heâs your shadow, but heâs a little more ⊠upfront with it. Heâs constantly wrapping an arm around you, eyeing anyone whoâs eyeing you. Heâs so gentle if youâre sensitive. Kissing your cheek is his favorite. Always lingering his fingertips around your crevices. Makes sure youâre never hungry. Always up before you are. Lets you sleep in. If you fight, he will never raise his voice at you. Ready to carry you if youâre too tired to keep walking around. Slow dances with you just because. Heâs always worried for you, making sure youâre okay, youâre not sick or hungry. Pet names with him are a must.
Loki Laufeyson: Okkkk and in what situation did you ever think loki was not going to give you the princess treatment??? You are literal Princess Laufeyson. Though he, and Sebastian maybe, are the only ones who can probably, maybe, say no to you, if you pout enough maybe heâll come to a compromise with you. He never wants to upset you though. Would literally wipe out a small world for you. Or a few. Ok even betray anyone for you. Always cleaning your smeared makeup, fixing your hair, wiping you because you spilled your drink. Heâs so devoted to you, im going to throw up. He devours you with his eyes from a distance, youâre never leaving his sight.
Cloud Strife: Ugh ok. Literal bodyguard, as heâs hired to be at times. At your beck and call, though heâd never admit it. Such a sucker and can never say no to you. Though it may take time, he can start calling you âbabyâ âsweet girlâ âloveâ heâs so infatuated with you and doesnât know how to handle it. Your safety is his priority. Always listens to you ramble on and on. Brings you flowers for no reason other than he was thinking of you. Heâs such a sucker for you. Follows you everywhere.
Sebastian Michaelis: Heâs probably the most tame out of everyone but that doesnât mean heâs not a sucker. There are rules heâs willing to bend for you, literally willing to kill anyone that has the slightest interest in hurting you. Always makes sure youâre fed and if you want a sweet treat, heâs on it. Listens to you talk, even if itâs silly. Dances with you almost every night. Heâs so graceful with it. Dressing you and feeding you is his favorite but he might throw in a few teases âpoor sweet baby, you havenât woken up yet to tell your left foot from your rightâ as you rub your eyes with the wrong shoes on. Of course heâs willing to help, even if he has the idea that you do this on purpose, he's more than happy to oblige.
Spencer Reid: Though his job wouldnât encourage it, he still drops almost everything to answer you. Always finds a way to share time with his job and his attention to you. Reads to you all the time, whether in person or over the phone. Heâs always making comparisons of you being the princess in most fictional stories that you both come across. Heâs so gentle with you. Caresses your face all the time. You lay your head on his lap or sit on his lap as he reads away. Always making sure to keep up with your well-being before his own. Would 10000% pick up a habit of writing you little notes or picking flowers for you or taking Polaroids or something to remind you of your everlasting presence in his mind.
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đâŽđ. six / đŸđđđâŻ. steve harrington, billy hargrove, jonathan byers
twitter p links ! / male & female reader ! / vol. seven !
STEVE HARRINGTON
01. in the break room of family video ( male reader )
02. fucking one of the âfreaksâ in an empty classroom ( fem reader )
03. taking you in his car during lunch ( fem reader )
04. he wants to get as deep as possible ( male reader )
BILLY HARGROVE
01. he thinks you moaning and crying his name while your knees are pressed to your chest is the best thing ever ( male reader )
02. passenger princess ( fem reader )
03. him fucking you soft for a change ( male reader )
04. he wonders how many orgasm he can pull from you in one night ( fem reader )
bonus. this video is just billy vibes
JONATHAN BYERS
01. everybody assumes youâre the top and jonathan bottoms. but both of you know that isnât right. ( male reader )
02. riding him right after you wake up ( male reader )
03. letting you use him ( fem reader )
04. heâs been thinking about you nonstop ( fem reader )
my first multi-character vers!! đ jason, eddie, and hopper next? do we want a girls vers? also i did this in like under an hour, motivation and energy were present đđœ can yâall tell im in my stranger things era again?
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I desperately need crazy unhinged bossgirl woman and their pathetic man representation. And by that I mean intelligent, ambitious, unhinged, disgustingly educated but hyperfeminine, that knows how to fight magnifically and are mad science smart queens that would do what is needed to get what they want and need, and their husband/boyfriend supporting and following them around like lovesick puppies.
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No Plans - Billy Hargrove (3/3)
Part #3 (3/3)
Billy x Fem!Reader Harrington
Steve x Fel!Sister!Reader
Warnings: Stranger Things, none
Word count: 1,787
Summary: Now that the Christmas Eve at the Mayfield/Hargrove home obligation was fulfilled, itâs time for Billy to experience Christmas at the Harringtons.Â
Authors Note: Finale part 3! Here it is everyone! Enjoy! Merry Christmas & Happy Holidayâs!
Masterlist
Stranger Things Masterlist
Holiday Masterlist
Part 1 (2021)Â ~ Part 2 (2022)
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âWhat are you doing?â Y/n asked Billy as he took a pillow and blanket off of her bed and set them up on the floor in a makeshift bed.
âAnyone could walk in-â Billy started to answer, gesturing to the door. Billy normally would sleep in the bed with Y/n. But with how many people were staying in the house he didnât want to set a bad example for himself to her family. But Y/n stopped him.
âStop, Billy. You are sleeping in my bed with me. That's finale. Just keep your clothes on and if someone comes in weâll be good.â Y/n stated picking up the blanket and pillow off the floor shaking them out and placing them back on the bed, before she got undressed to put on her pjâs.
âJust donât want to make a bad impression.â Billy told her, watching the door apprehensively.
âBilly, why do you care what my family thinks of you so much?â Y/n asked him sitting on her bed watching him change into his own pjâs. Great view Y/n thought in her head.
âI donât plan on letting you go so itâd be nice if your family liked me.â Billy stated moving onto the bed sitting next to her. He never cared about what parentâs thought of him before now. There was more at stake with y/n in Billys mind.
Y/n hated how he felt the need to get her parents approval. She means sure if he were to act like the Billy around town then theyâd probably hate him, but she hated how he felt he needed to be not himself to impress her family.
Y/n sighed reaching out to hold his hands in hers before explaining something she felt was very important for him to hear. âOh Billy. You donât have to do that. I donât care if they like you, because I don't care what they think. Iâm glad you're here because itâll make this holiday bearable. My parents like you Billy and it drives my brother nutâs. Normally our parents are always gone so we celebrate by ourselves Steve and me. Sometimes we invite friends over to celebrate with us. Like the kids Max hangs out with, Nancy, Robin, Johnathan, I could go on. Thatâs honestly the way I prefer it. Just Steve, me and the people we consider family. Like you.â
The only person Y/n wished liked Billy was her brother, but she knew there were a lot of reasons on both sides why they didnât get along.
âWhy are they here hosting them?â He asked her with an inquisitive look. He was confused if they were never really around. Why were they hosting all their family this christmas?
âItâs their turn this year. Trust me they werenât happy about it.â Y/n let out a sarcastic laugh remembering how upset her parents were to have to cancel their vacation plans. Y/n snuggled up into Billys side as they repositioned themselves to lay down under her covers getting ready to sleep. âIâm just glad you're here. I couldnât imagine doing this without you.â
Billy pulled her as close as she could possibly be to him, kissing the top of her head. âIâm not leaving. Promise.â
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âY/n! Y/n! Y/n!â The kids came barging into her bedroom screaming her name. Effectively waking her and Billy out of their peaceful sleep.
âHmmmm, what?â Y/n asked in a very tired, sleepy voice opening her eyes to look at them.
âCome on, get up! Santa came!â They grabbed her shoulder, shaking her whole body.
âWell, how about you go wake your parentâs up and weâll meet you there.â Y/n suggested and the kids left to do as Y/n said.
âAre they always that loud?â Billy groaned, turning on his side facing her.
âNo, they're just excited.â She shook her head smiling at him.
âWhere are you going?â Billy pulled her back down to the bed before she could get up, wrapping her arms tightly around her pulling her back into his chest.
âIf we donât get up theyâll come back.â Y/n laughed, smiling at how sweet his actions were, loving how clingy he always was in the morning.
âThey wake you to?â Steve asked from the doorway rubbing his eyes and yawning.
âYup.â Y/n smiled over at her brother, craning her neck to do so.
âHey, can I have a moment with Hargrove here?â Steve asked once Y/n and Billy had gotten up and were heading out of Y/nâs room. âUh, sure. Iâll go downstairs. Start helping with breakfast.â Y/n looked between her brother and boyfriend unsure if this was a good idea to leave them alone. But Billy gave her a nod singling it would be okay.
âWhat do you want, Harrington?â Billy asked once Y/nâs footsteps could be heard going down the stairs.
âJust wanted to say thanks. For taking care of my sister yesterday. Max says that Neil is an ass so. . .â Steve looked to Billy hoping he didnât want to fight Steve was done fighting with him. And he never won anyways. But he really just wanted to talk.
âI wouldnât let anything happen to her.â Billy clenched and unclenched his fist resisting the urge to punch him for even insinuating that he would let his father lay a hand on Y/n.
âI appreciate that. Look, can we just call a truce? At least for today if not for good. For Y/n.â Steve nodded with an appreciative look, he could see it in the dirty blonde. He truly cared about his sister and that took awhile to sink in. But it had now and Steve didnât want to cause an eventual rift between him and his sister.
âFor Y/n.â Billy agreed to Steveâs idea, it was time they got along for Y/n. BIlly didnât plan on leaving her so he and Steve needed to bury the hatchet. âIâm sorry. For everything.â
âDid you just-â
âNot happening ever again so take it and move on.â Billy didnât apologize often. So Steve needed to just leave it and move on. Take the apology and never mention it again.
The two nodded and headed down stairs to join everyone else.
âHey, breakfast is ready.â Y/n greeted the boyâs as they entered the kitchen. Y/n had put some bacon on herâs and their plates along with cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon rolls were Steve and y/nâs tradition for breakfast on holidayâs.
âThanks, sis.â Steve took his plate from her outstretched hand.
âThanks.â Billy grabbed the other plate from her.
âEverything okay?â Y/n asked as surprisingly of what they could have talked about as they went to sit down.
âEverything's fine. More than.â Billy leaned over and kissed her on the lips before digging into his plate.
After breakfast everyone opened presents after opening presentâs everyone slowly got dressed. Y/n and Billy headed up to her room to get dressed themselves.
âHey, I still have that gift for you.â Billy spoke up once the door was shut to Y/nâs room.
âBilly-â
âYou got me gifts. Iâm allowed to give you them as well.â Billy really loved the gifts she had gotten and he was excited to see her open his gift.
âOh, Billy. Itâs beautiful.â Y/n was stunned at the gift. It was a matching necklace and ring. On the back of the necklace and inside the ring were herâs and Billyâs entails.
âI figured if you couldnât wear one you could wear the other.â He explained to her, he knew she didnât always wear necklaces but she always had a ring on or one or the other.
âI love them. Thank you.â Y/n smiled up at him before turning around to have him help her put on the necklace as she slid the ring on.
âI was hoping you would.â Billy grinned happily and relieved that she loved them.
âCan I ask you something?â Y/n turned to face him.
âYeah.â He nodded.
âWhy are you and my brother getting along? Hell your acting like friends. Iâm not upset by it, Iâm actually kind of happy about it, but itâs also kind of freaking me out. You hated each other just yesterday.â Y/n moved to sit back on her bed hoping to get an answer about earlier. Itâs making Y/n feel a little crazy watching them get along. She loved it but it was odd.
âWe called a truce.â Billy told her with a shrug.
âWhy?â Y/n tilted her head confused.
âWhy do you think?â He teased asking her with a knowing look in his eyes.
âMe?â She furrowed her brows and her eyes widened. Y/n was confused at their timing if that was the case. âWhy now?â
âI think he might have realized Iâm not going anywhere and Iâm not using you.â Billy told her moving to stand between her legs. He hated that at first y/n and Steve thought he was trying to use her. Sure he flirted with her just to piss Steve off. But he never planned on using Y/n. This was the longest relationship Billy has ever had.
âThank you.â Y/n smiled at him gratefully knowing it couldnât have been easy to do that for her.
âAnything for you.â He whispered against her lips before pulling her into a kiss which in the process ended up with them falling back onto her bed, with Billy hovering over her.
âLetâs get dressed and head back down.â Y/n suggest once they broke apart as she ran her handâs up and down his biceps.
After they got dressed and went back down stairs the day continued and they played games and just hung out with the family. Steve and Billy acted like friends the rest of the day, but if you asked Y/n she watched them actually get along and share things in common. Y/n didnât think they were doing much acting at all.
The day went by fast and everyone sat down in the family room to eat dinner. After that Billy and Y/n headed up to her room for some quiet time.
âDid you have fun?â Y/n questioned hoping he did, it seemed like he had.
âYeah, I did.â Billy smiled a guinea smile at her he reached up to run a hand through her hair.
âIt was a fun first Christmas together.â Y/n hinted hoping he got that she wanted to spend more Christmasâ together.
âOne one many to come.â BIlly smirked, enjoying the thought of her words.
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Lipstick Stains
Billy Hargrove x Harrington FemReader
Summary: There has been some new gossip floating through Hawkins High. The gossip being that Billy has a lipstick stain that just so happens to match a certain girl's iconic shade.
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You were a Harrington. You had a certain standing that you had to keep cause of the expectations of your parents. One of those expectations were not making out with Billy Hargrove in his car in the back of the school parking lot during lunch. But your parents were never home so you didn't really give a damn.
"Billy we have to go back into the school at some point." You said releasing your lips from his. As you tried to pull back he pulled you in for another quick kiss.
"Oh come on, we don't have to." He smirked to you.
"Listen Mr. Bad Boy, I know you don't like school but I have a test." You said to him. He gave you a small pout at your response to which you just laughed at him. "You also messed up my lipstick." You said as you flipped the visor down to use the mirror to reapply your dark red lipstick.
"That's not the only thing I can mess up." He joked. You just gave him the look, he knew the look. It didn't need a name.
"Well Hargrove I have to get going." You brought yourself close to kiss his neck then up to the apple of his freckled cheeks. You collected you things to go back into the school before the bell. Before you shut the door you look back at Billy to see the two kiss marks that you left on him. You just smiled at him.
"Love ya, see you later." You said then shut the door to go to the school.
Billy continued with his day like usual. Thinking that nothing would go out of the ordinary. He knew he was hot shit so people were staring at him as perusal but he didn't know what they were staring at. In each class he had stares his way, to which he had to tell some off for looking too long.
"Nice job man." Tommy Hagan laughed as he patted his back. Billy was just confused about what he was talking about but he continued as nothing was wrong. The bell rang through the halls to signal that the school day was over. Billy made his way to the doors top the parking lot to leave when he saw a certain Steve Harrington staring him down from his locker.
"You got a problem Harrington?" He asked.
"Yeah, not with you though." Steve replied slamming his locker shut to go find a certain sister of his. Billy didn't know that, he was just confused and thought nothing of it. He finally was able to make it to his Camaro to wait for Max. Students around him were still looking at him. Some girls looking in distaste, not at him but at the kiss marks on his cheeks. Some guys were just laugh in congrats to him. Billy just wanted to get the hell out and get Max home so he can go see his girlfriend. Billy looked over to see a certain red head making her way over to his car.
"Get in shit-bird, I got places to be." He said as he got in the drivers seat while Max got in the passenger seat. She just stared at him, more than she would usually. Which is not at all. Billy glanced at her a few times.
"What?" He asked annoyed with her staring.
"What's on your face?" She asked. Billy was confused until he thought back to lunch. He grabbed his sun visor to look himself in the mirror to see the two kiss marks on him. Just as he thought, one on his cheek and the other on his neck. He just laughed what he was looking at.
"Well that explains a Lot." He sighed starting his car to drive away.
Later that day Billy was able to make it to the Harrington house hold. Instead of parking down the street, he parked in the driveway. Instead of climbing through the window of his girlfriends bedroom, he simply knocked the front door of her house. Which, unfortunately, the other Harrington answered. He and Steve just stared at one another for a moment.
"Hargrove."
"Harrington."
"What are you doing here?"
"I think you know why exactly I'm here, or you don't."
"I do know why you're here." Steve stated sternly.
"Then tell me, why am I here?" Billy gabbed at him with a smirk playing on his face.
"Can you guys stop having a dick measuring contest for once." Your voice was heard in a very much over it tone. "Get out of here Steve."
"But-" You stopped him from continuing.
"Eh, I don't wanna hear any more then I already have. You're being a Buttface." You sassed at him. "Now I would like to talk to my boyfriend."
Steve just rolled his eyes and sighed. Walking away from his enemy and his sister in the same door way. You turn your head back to Billy with a grin on your face.
"So what are you doing here, handsome."
"Well, I am here to see my girlfriend that I have to have a small chat about." His voice going a slight octave lower. Something that you loved.
"And what do you have to chat about?" You stilled teased at him.
"Well I made out with this gorgeous woman at lunch, and after I thought my day would go by like usual. But I had people staring at me all day. I didn't know why until I looked into the mirror to find that the exact pretty girl I was kissing left some marks on me." He explained to you. "Now I am at said pretty girls house to get a reason why she did that."
"Well I think she just wanted to have a bit of fun with you, if you ask me."
"Well as much as I love that, I think I would love to have some fun with her right now."
"Well you'er gonna have to wait on that, handsome." You said." Big Bro ain't to happy with me, I've been getting an ear full for the past hour."
"I can wait." He reassured. "I will always wait for you, gorgeous." You just smiled at him and dragged him into your house.
"Is he staying long?" Steve's distant voice was heard.
"Shut up Steve." You yelled out to him. "Like I said, ear full all day."
You and Billy just laughed at the situation. But at least you both can enjoy each others company in the end.
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I hope y'all enjoyed this. Sorry if it is short. I know I haven't been to active, writing wise, lately. I'm trying to get through school right now.
I will try to get more out for Boots and Trumpets, and Practically Magic later.
Thank you for reading.
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Stranger Things Preferences
Their Pet Name for you.
(Featuring: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Jonathan Byers, Dmitri Antonov, Jim Hopper, Alexei, Murray Bauman, Robin Buckley, Argyle, Henry/001)
Warnings: Mentions of sex. This blog is 18+ Minors do not interact.
A/N: My first preference! There will be quite a few of these across quite a few fandoms so if you'd like to be tagged in future preferences or future stranger things posts please let me know in the comments! :) Also any Russian is taken straight from google translate so pre-apologies if I have butchered it! Enjoy!
Steve Harrington
Steve keeps his pet names quite generic, baby, babe, sweetheart. It's not so much the names he uses but how he says them. Most of the time he's most comfortable using the shortened version of your name or nickname he has for you, but the amount of affection he would put into it would make you melt. If he's being especially flirtatious you'd even occasionally get doll. He doesn't miss the effect it has on you when he calls you that.
Eddie Munson
Eddie is as theatrical with his pet names as he is with anything else in life. He loves to call you princess, especially during Hellfire meetings when he can incorporate you into his campaign. I think Eddie would switch between a few pet names to try to keep it interesting, baby, sunshine, sweetheart. It doesn't matter what he calls you it never fails to give you butterflies. Let's not pretend that if you two are hanging out in his trailer while you joke around and play air guitar together that he doesn't call you his little Rockstar.
Billy Hargrove
Billy's pet names for you depend on two things; his mood, and who you are around. In public you're only getting the less heartfelt pet names, he refers to you as his girl a lot in front of other people. Not only does he love the small smile it brings to your face but it also feeds into his possessive side, knowing that everyone knows you are his. When you two are alone and have been together for a while, Billy finally shoes a softer side of himself. He will compliment you a lot and attach all sort of pet names to those compliments, baby, sugar, sweet thing, still loving to resort to calling you his girl. You're mad at him and he's trying to make it up to you? Get ready for him to bargain his way back into your arms, wrapping his arms around you as he whispers in your ear, "Come on sweetheart, you know you can't stay mad at me."
Jonathan Byers
This soft, shy, adorable baby will probably be hesitant to use pet names for a long time. I honestly doubt you would hear them until you two begin to get intimate and he's too lost in the moment to think about what he's saying. He's pussy drunk and rambling into your neck, pet names would all be soft and sweet while he's chasing his high, beautiful and sweetheart would be at the top of his list. Getting high in his room? This sweet man would be telling you how you're his sunshine, rambling on in his delirium about how you light up his life.
Dmitri Antonov
While this man's English is very good, he still prefers to use pet names in Russian. There's something about the way he looks at you with his intense gaze as he slips back into his native tongue that just turns you into an absolute puddle. His favourites include ĐșĐŸŃĐ”ĐœĐŸĐș (kitten) and ĐŒĐŸŃ Đ»ŃĐ±ĐŸĐČŃ (my love). The thought of this man holding you while you curl up in bed for the night, arms wrapped around you while he whispers endearing words in Russian into your ear is enough to bring butterflies to your stomach.
Jim Hopper
Let's not pretend like for a goooooooood while this man affectionately refers to you as kid even if you are barely a few years younger than him. He's a tough shell of a man that will refuse to open up or show his feelings for a long time, but when he does you realise its worth the wait. He doesn't throw around pet names and words of endearment a lot as he prefers to save them for moments when he feels it's right. When it's just the two of you and you're sharing a soft moment, sometimes referring to you as darling in his softer moments. Occasionally you might even get a cheeky baby.
Alexei
Another Russian baby, this adorable man will always call you pet names in Russian, it doesn't matter how much his English has improved. It just means more to him coming from his native tongue. His regular go to include ĐłĐŸĐ»ŃĐ±Ń (Dove) and ĐŒĐžĐ»ŃĐč (Darling). Although, Murray taught him how Americans us Pumpkin as a term of endearment as a way to screw with you both and now it's one of Alexei's favourite things to call you. Jokes on Murray because seeing Alexei's face light up as he reaches for you and calls you pumpkin is enough to fall even more in love with him.
Murray Bauman
I feel like Murray cannot find it in himself to call you soft names to start off with. He's still confused by the fact that you even want to be with him, he's not going to possibly embarrass himself further using some pet names that might cross some invisible line he's set up for himself. He refers to as lady a lot, or another unique name that fits your looks of personality. Once this man is comfortable and more secure in your relationship I think the names would still stay light and not too sensitive. You would definitely get honey a lot, I don't think Murray would be able to resist yelling through the house when he gets home, "Honey, I'm home!"
Robin Buckley
Robin would also keep her pet names generic just like her bestie Steve, but less out of originality and more just to play it safe. Robin would have some insecurities going into a relationship after all the careful steps she took just to get to where you two are now. She is hesitant at first to say the wrong thing so she sticks to a lot of sweetheart and babe. One day you were spending time together and she slipped up and called you buttercup. She panicked for a second worrying what you would think of the nickname, but seeing your smile wiped all of those worries away and it became one of her favourite pet names so far.
Argyle
Okay so we all know this cutie is not going to call you any conventional pet names unless he's sober which is not very often. You're going to get a lot of my dude and bro but he does really mean it affectionately with you. Other than that you're definitely going to get a lot of made up names that mean absolutely nothing but to him they mean a lot; wicked lady, cream puff, anything. He would totally refer to you as "my queen" when he lets you into the van which he refers to as your chariot. Your favourite pet name would be the time he said, "My pretty girl is gonna get all the pizza she wants" he couldn't understand your reaction as you couldn't think of what to say next after hearing Argyle call you his pretty girl.
Henry/001
I whole heartedly believe this man would refer to you as pet. He does mean it endearingly but he also can't resist how you scrunch your nose up at hearing the teasing term. He also uses a lot of "My little..." whether it be bird, bunny, dove. He constantly feels the need to protect you and he shows that in his terms of endearment by referring to you as small and innocent. I know this man would call you his good girl, and you will have to pry that thought out of my cold dead hands.
A/N: Hope you guys like this! Reminder that if you want to be tagged in future Stranger things posts or other preferences to let me know in the comments and ill create a tags list :)
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Y'all literally write fanfics like you're men. How is it that in your own fantasy world, you're not getting pleasure from it? With every reader x character, it's you pleasuring the character. Women write fanfics like how men view porn.
You're so feminist that even in your own fantasies, you think that you are ugly and that this character would never want you. So unless they're degrading, using, and beating you. That's the only true way you think that they could ever desire you.
I'm not even going to get started on the of-age-reader x underage characters because if I need to tell you why that's wrong, you need to be put on a watch list.
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Sitting On Their Lap
Eddie:Â "Woah-" He'd chuckle. Immediately, his hands instinctively went to your waist, sitting you down on his thighs completely. "You're being cute again.." He'd tease, smiling warmly in your direction as his hands slipped down towards your thighs, gently rubbing up and down your sides lovingly
Gareth:Â Heâd smile and immediately put his arm around you, pulling you a bit closer as his other hand slides down your hip. Heâd love your hair in his face and your warmth against him.
Steve:Â He'd definitely be surprised at first. He'd chuckle softly before wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you a little closer against him. Then he'd look at you with a cheeky smile. "Now, what do we have here?"
Robin:Â she'd have a surprised/flushed look on her face until she realized it was you. After that, she would wrap her arms around you and pull you closer. She'd ask, "And what is this for?"
Nancy:Â Sheâd gasp and be surprised, but then, sheâd smile. She'd wrap her arms around your waist and pull you against her chest, and bury her face into your hair.
Jonathan:Â âHey woah, hi to you too, love.â Heâd smile up at you, his hands landing on your hips before theyâd wrap gently around your torso, securing your position on his lap in place. Heâd let out a content sigh from your proximity, taking comfort in your weight on top and pressing closer against you. âWhatâd I do to earn the honor of being used as your personal chair?â
Argyle:Â He immediately stopped what he was doing and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close so your back was pressed tightly against his chest. He could feel the heat radiating from you. âHey.â He said with a grin.
Billy:Â He was surprised a bit but smiled at you. He wrapped his muscular arms around your body and pulled you close into a hug, his muscular chest pressed against your back. "Hey, you." He said and chuckled softly in your ear. He let one hand wander down your side until it rested on your thigh.
Henry:Â He would be surprised first and look at you with a suprised expression, but after that it would probably just make him smile as he would wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He might also bury his face into your hair and place a small kiss on your neck.
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