#blue just thinks he’s a normal rich asshole until he finds the camaro and starts asking her what car oil is

[noahisntdeadyet]

trc au where gansey and adam time travel from the 1400s

adam blends in immediately but blue is constantly having to stop gansey from using swords in public and bowing to everyone

[livingmybestfictionallife]

A Couple of Outsiders

HC Ask turned into a fic: how about how he would react to a reader who has a huge crush on him but still stood up to him when he was bullying someone? Just a thought if you like it run with it if not don't worry about it. 

A/N: I ran a little too much with it

Y/N was born and raised in Hawkins, Indiana, where not much happened and life stood still. She hated attention and expectations, and certainly didn’t fit into the small town vibe Hawkins was known for. Most girls at her school still wore skirts and dresses. If they did wear pants, it was a pair of uncomfortable looking expensive slacks that stuck up girls in movies wore when they were “rebelling” against their rich fathers.

In a small town like hers, everyone knew when her mom got sick, everyone was at the funeral when she passed, and everyone was watching over her and handling her as if she were a thin slate of glass. The other girls wouldn’t talk to the girl who always wore denim pants and various rock band t-shirts. Boys wouldn’t approach her if she put off a tough image, and an oversized leather jacket that belonged to her father secured her solitude. By making heads turn as the eyesore of the good-girl image young women of Hawkins were expected to be, she subsequently succeeding in getting everyone to turn their eyes away from her.

Invisible in plain sight by sticking out like a sore thumb. Perfect bliss.

Until October 1984. The roar of a strong engine carried through the air and into Y/N’s ears. As the engine died down into a rumbling purr, she found herself humming along to track number two of Scorpions ‘Love at First Sting’ album, that had been released at the beginning of that year.

Finally, someone in this town has good taste in music! she thought as her eyes scanned the pre-cal equations she’d completed while half-asleep the night before.

“Would you look at that ass,” she heard a girl beside her whisper to her friend once the music was shut off and the only sound that seemed to permeate the utter silence around her were the gasps of curious girls ages fourteen to eighteen. At least slightly curious to see what all the commotion was about, Y/N look up from her notebook and caught sight of a boy who upheld all her classmates’ lewd first impressions.

Billy took his time to adjust to the place he was uprooted and brought to, and after gently turning down plenty of propositions, he set his sights on his best bet for female companionship. Not only was this girl the only one in this town that even remotely seemed to have similar interests in him--given she wasn’t a phoney with her Guns N’ Roses, AC/DC, Scorpions, Boston, and Zeppelin t-shirts--but she seemed to live on the outside. He’d always been at the center of attention in school, especially when the attention was coming from girls. Not did the fact that Y/N thrived on being on the outside looking in intrigue him, but the fact that she was the only girl who hadn’t even tried to get his attention captured his.

Aside from that, in the week since he arrived, he didn’t notice many people interacting with her, which meant he was more than likely safe from any possessive boyfriend or jealous ex. So one day before school started, he made his move.

Every morning Y/N sat outside the school, against it’s dingy brick walls, and surveyed her homework from the night before. Every morning Billy noticed her eyes lock onto him whenever he pulled in the parking lot. Every morning, she hides a blush and he hides a smirk as he passes her on his way into the building, but this morning he stopped.

“Like what you see?” he asked her with a cocky grin on his face.

“She’s beautiful,” Y/N commented while never taking her eyes off the Camaro. In her peripherals, she noticed the grin on Billy’s face falter by a fraction at he supposed disinterest in him.

“Wanna go for a ride sometime?” Billy asked and slipped himself into a position that required Y/N to make eye contact with him.

“Are you asking if I want to take her for a spin?” she countered.

“Hell no!” Billy gasped with a laugh on his lips. As if this girl could handle my girl!!

“Then hell no,” Y/N mimicked Billy’s tone and turned to walk away with a massive smirk on her lips. Sure she’d been waiting for Billy Hargrove to come up and speak to her since he arrived, but living on the outside made her wary of people who thrived in the limelight. She didn’t know him enough to trust him just yet, but she did know enough about him to know playing hard to get would work.

A days went by before Billy approached Y/N again. She was at her locker and gathering her things at the end of the day.

“Come to hit on me again, Hargrove?” she asked with a smirk as he stared fearlessly into his eyes.

“Actually, I need your help,” he admitted. “I’ve gotta change the oil and I’m at a loss for a good shop to get oil from.”

“Well then today is your lucky day,” Y/N said with another smirk before taking him by the arm and bringing him to an old, dark green El Camino sitting in it’s regular spot not two spaces over from the blue Camaro. “A lot of places will tell you to just go to the guy on the corner of main, but he’ll screw you out of a decent price. This place is better,” she explained as she pulled up to an old gas station equipped with a garage in the back.

Billy followed her inside, found the oil and filter he would need, paid, and then followed Y/N back to her El Camino before asking not only how she knew so much about cars, but why that place.

“I’m the only child of a single father who’s a mechanic. I learned on the job,” she said and helped him change his oil in the school’s parking lot.

Slowly, over the next couple of weeks, Billy grew bolder in approaching Y/N, and had worked his way to having a conversation with her that lasted longer than ten minutes--something no one in Hakwins thought was possible for the reclusive girl.

He still wanted to ask her out, but didn’t think she’d say yes, so he opted for something a bit less exclusive.

Standing outside her locker, Y/N glanced over to see Billy waiting beside her with a smile plastered over his face.

“You’re coming with me to TIna’s party tonight.”

“And do I get a say in it?”

“You want to drive the Camaro, right?” She nodded. “Well I may get shit faced and I figure...if there’s anyone in this shit hole I can trust her with, it’s you.” Damn he’d do anything to see her face light up like it just did.

“I’m going as Dallas Winston, so--”

“So I’ll think of something,” Y/N finished with a small smile. Convenient that he just happened to choose my favorite greaser to go as. Well two can play at that game.

Y/N drove to Billy’s house dressed in a normal pair of jeans with converse tied around her feet, a plain white t-shirt she had cut into a crop top, situated around her torso revealing a sizable portion of her midriff, and a flannel shirt wit the front of the shirt tied up over the crop top and around her breasts to complete her female Sodapop Curtis look. She parked down the street from Billy’s house and walked through the backyards until she reached his open window, just as he informed her to,  and didn’t ask questions for his reasoning.

Billy slid out of the window wearing only a pair of boots, jeans, and a leather jacket and Y/N swore he was even hotter than Matt Dillon had been in the movie.

Aside from driving Billy crazy all night with her costume and maintaining a nice buzz while being able to sober herself at a moment’s notice, Y/N was content to watch Billy amaze the small town minds around them. They were an odd pairing, but it worked. She liked to observe and he liked to be observed; in a weird way, it was kind of perfect.

Billy was right in warning Y/N about getting shit-faced, hell just about everyone at the party was inebriated in one way, shape, or form, but drunk Billy was looking for a challenge. Her eyes trailed his shining torso as beer dripped from his skin, a cigarette dangled between his lips, much like one did every day, but a crazed look entered his eyes as he followed Tommy into the house. Y/N tailed behind him, still observing, and waited to see what would happen next.

“We’ve got ourselves a new Keg King, Harrington!” Tommy yelled. Of course, Y/N rolled her eyes and sighed at the pissing match she knew would ensue. Steve Harrington turned the other way and followed his girlfriend while Billy’s drunken self stumbled into a kid who had to be no older than fifteen dressed like Daniel LaRusso.

“Watch where you’re going, asshole,” The Karate Kid muttered only to find himself shoved face first into the floor.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Y/N could hear Billy grumble.

“A drunk prick!”

“Billy!” Y/N yelled and immediately found herself latching onto his arm to keep his clenched fist from colliding against the unfortunate sophomore’s head.

“Let go.” His voice wasn’t raised and nothing in his posture made Y/N feel as if she were in danger, but his eyes were so fierce and commanding, she released his arm and turned from the gathering crowd to escape the party.

Billy found himself rushing after her long before he realized she had the keys to his Camaro. “Y/N,” he called her name into the night what he thought was a million times until she stopped dead in her tracks and turned to stare him in the eyes once more.

“You were seriously about to beat up a kid that you’re drunk ass fell into in the first place,” she stated.

“Y/N--”

“You can’t do shit like that!!” she found herself lecturing him. “You don’t get to be a bully to Steve Harrington or unsuspecting juniors or sophomores that you fucking trip into in the first place and then be nice to me!”

“Y/N just calm down for a minute! Cool off, okay?”

“Cool off?! You need to cool off, Billy, and when you learn to talk and act decent, maybe I’ll cool off too!” Y/N snapped and yelled the first thing that came into her head.

“Did you just--? You did!” he gasped with a teasing smirk on his face.

“You’re drunk,” Y/N muttered before turning her back to Billy and jamming the key into the lock in hopes to get him in the car and not draw attention to themselves.

“Yes, but I know what I heard,” he snickered. “You just said the movie!”

“I’m mad, Billy! You’re acting like a jerk!”

“You said the thing Cherry said to Dallas at the movies!” His eyes were glossy and his lips were somewhere between a snicker and a smile as he stumbled closer to Y/N.

“So what if I did? Is it going to change me being mad at you?” Y/N hissed.

“We should watch the movie together!”

“Billy, focus!” Y/N yelled at him one more time and grabbed him by the front of his leather jacket. “Dallas is an asshole to Cherry and her friend, right?”

“Yeah, at the movies.” She rolled her eyes at Billy’s inability to focus on anything besides The Outsiders as the moment. In a huff, she placed her back against the driver side door of the Camaro and leaned against the car to take the pressure off her feet.

“Then why would Dally think he stood a chance of dating Cherry if he’s just going to be mean to everyone except her?” Y/N asked as Billy’s feet stumbled out from under him and he struggled to stand up.

“She shouldn’t. He’s just lying to her,” he muttered and spat at the ground as the smell of the beer that was sticking to his skin wafted to his nose.

“And don’t you like me the way Dally likes Cherry?” Billy nodded his head and let out a defeated sigh. Even in his inebriation, he knew Y/N liked him and that she was well aware of his attraction to her. He’d known since that first day when she turned him down for not considering her request to drive the Camaro that he had fallen for her. He also knew she had fallen for him. For someone who spent her life hiding her emotions and herself, it was rather difficult for him to connect the dots, but way she pestered him about her El Camino being in better shape than the Camaro, the way she laughed whenever they were alone, the way she seemed to get lost in his eyes when listening to Metallica together on her walkman before school and between classes, they were all little signs that she wanted them to be more than just friends.

As Billy began to question why they hadn’t advanced their relationship from something more than friends, Y/N’s next comment provided some enlightenment.“Then why are you lying to me?” Billy’s eyes could hardly meet Y/N’s as he struggled to stand upright before her. He couldn’t help that he connected to Dallas when he read the book in his childhood, nor could he help the fact that Matt Dillon’s portrayal of the no-good-hood mirrored Billy’s bad-boy attitude, but he could help himself from having the same lack of fulfillment Dallas had in every relationship he cultivated.

“I like you Billy, as a friend and more, but I’m not sure I can trust someone who isn’t honest with me when it comes to who he is.” Y/N sighed as the words left her mouth and felt her heart sink when she watched Billy close the gap between them. He was still stumbling a little, but her frustration sobered him enough, not only to pay attention to her words, but to take those words to heart.

“I don’t want to be like Dallas,” he admitted as he took Y/N’s hands in his. They weren’t soft or delicate, and he didn’t expect them to be. Her hands were calloused and rough from working on cars with her dad, much like his were from maintaining and fine tuning the Camaro. “He died a seventeen-year-old asshole with only two people who maybe gave a shit about him,” he stated.

“Well I give a shit about you. Just stop acting like such a shitbird,” Y/N sighed. Billy nodded and took a deep breath, debated taking her into his arms, feeling her gentle touch, and smelling her soft hair, but he’d much rather initiate any physicality to their relationship while sober. So he stepped back and let go of Y/N’s hands.

“This place kind of sucks now,” Billy muttered and leaned his back against the Camaro beside Y/N. “What do you want to do now?” With a smirk on her lips and a chuckle rising into her chest, Y/N locked eyes with Billy before she gave him a wink and, in a smooth, taunting voice said:

“Nothing legal, man; let’s get out of here.”