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lowaltitude · 2 years ago

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Passive | Billy Hargrove

— Stranger Things

— Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

— x Reader (Y/N)

❪ FEM! ❫ ❪ prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ’ ❫

───── ❝ description + disclaimer ❞ ─────

𖥻 Billy Hargrove x FEM!reader, in which William “Billy” Hargrove is pushed to his limit by some girl he just met in his Biology class.

𖥻 OR in which Billy‘s charming act doesn’t fool you in the slightest.

𖥻 No connection to Stranger Things series timeline. 2.4k words

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I tapped my foot impatiently, staring at clock just wanting the day to end. It felt like every second took 100 seconds.

After contemplating skipping this class today but deciding to come I was now regretting it. All I’d done was have to sit and look infront if me at Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagen being the most obnoxious couple ever.

“Tommy will be with Nick, Daisy with Richard, Carol with Fred—“ Mrs Green’s rambling about our class pairings was cut off when the bell finally sounded. Everyone rushing to get out of their seats and go home, or to wherever they had plans to be. “Oh. And Billy your partner will be Y/N”

Perfect. I inwardly groaned. Not only did I despise partnered work, but I was with the biggest douche in the school. Mr Popular, the ladies man himself. Billy Hargrove.

I looked at Billy, watching him light a cigarette between his teeth and walk out the door without a care in the world, and I felt like slamming my head against the desk.

“Mrs Green?” I sighed, approaching her desk “Can I work alone? Or at least with someone else”

“Pairs are final, you get a new partner next semester”

I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and tell her about the things I’d heard he’d done, the way he treated people. He was constantly angry! Perpetually unsatisfied! He was just an ass! He wasn’t even passive aggressive like most of the mean people here, he was just aggressive aggressive.

“Fuck” I muttered, earning a pointed glare from the woman. Tugging my bag over my shoulder and trudging into the halls.

As I made my way out to the bus stop I spotted Billy leaned against his car, a young girl skating up and climbing into the passenger seat. He waits a moment before climbing in and speeding away from the school zone.

Another reason I knew Billy was ‘the worst’? He lived a few houses away from me, and almost every night I was woken up by him coming home at some ungodly hour with his music playing at full volume and the engine of his muscle car revving.

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I kept my headphones on the next morning, resting my elbow on the table and holing my face up as I stared out the window and contemplated why my family had to decide to live here of all places.

People hollered as Billy walked in, giving him high fives and pats on the back. Presumably for his latest ‘conquest’. Mrs Green directing him away from the empty seat next to Tommy H and towards me in the back row. And, unfortunately, he obliged.

“Hey” He smirked, nodding his head at me and giving me a once over. Ignoring him, I kept my attention on the window hoping he would think I just hadn’t heard him.

“Alright!” Mrs Green said, and I reluctantly took off my headphones, ignoring Billy’s raised eyebrow. “First group to correctly identify all the cells under a microscope will not be receiving homework tonight. You and your partner must work together to complete the list.”

Rolling my eyes, I grab one of the samples in front of me and put it under the microscope.

“Hey” Billy repeats suddenly.

“Hello” I keep my eyes on the work in front of me. Billy doesn’t seem pleased that I wasn’t staring at him in awe, he scoffs and moves closer to the table in his chair. Grabbing the microscope, he looks at the sample and furrows his eyebrows.

“What the fuck is that?”

After he moves away I pull it back to me, looking at it for a few seconds and grabbing my pen. “It’s Prophase. The first stage of mitosis” He looks at me, confusion evident on his face “The topic we’ve been working on for almost 2 months.”

“What are you listening to?” He tries to reach past me to grab my cassette player but I put a hand up to stop him, switching out the sample and looking in the microscope again.

“Fourth phase” I mumble, looking at my paper and keeping my other hand up as I write “Anaphase”

Billy doesn’t move, he just stares at me with one arm reached out, my hand blocking it, and his mouth ajar before slowly pulling his arm back.

“Metaphase” I smile, looking at the last sample, I raise my hand, Mrs Green walking over to Billy and I as I slide my open notebook to him.

“Yes?” She asks cautiously

“We’re done” I turn to Billy, gesturing with my head towards the notes.

“Uh” He looks down at it “1 was Prophase, 2 Anaphase, and 3 Metaphase.”

Mrs Green smiles and gives us a nod, pulling away the tray of samples “Nice work, I knew you would be a good pair.”

I exhale out my nose sharply, taking my book from Billy and putting my headphones back on as I look out the window again. But just as I press play on my tape, Billy leans over and pushes stop.

“Don’t you know who I am?” Does he know who he is? Despite what he might think he’s not some celebrity, he’s not Rob Lowe or John Stamos, he’s some boy that moved to a middle of nowhere town from California and thinks he can take over because women think he’s attractive.

“Yup.” I nod, putting my finger on play again “I just don’t care”

Thankfully the bell rang and I managed to rush out into the hall before meeting his infamous ‘wrath’. I wasn’t afraid of him, but I also didn’t really handle being yelled at very well.

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“You don’t care?” Billy’s voice in my ear makes me practically jump out of my skin. I hadn’t seen him all day and he decided to startle me as I walked out of the school.

“Oh my god” I put one hand to my chest “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“If you’re trying to get my attention, congratulations, you did it.”

“What? You’re so full of yourself, I do not give a shit about you or anyone else in this godforsaken town” Spinning on my heels, I turn away from him and start towards the bus.

I hear Billy groan as he jogs to catch up with me, his hands buried in his jean pockets. “Yeah, sure. I believe you” His voice is drenched with sarcasm. “I’m in a charitable mood, i’ll throw you a bone, you’re not exactly below my standards.”

“That’s disgusting” Ew. I shuddered at the thought.

I pick up speed, Billy stopping as he seems to realise i’m not joking. He stands there until i’ve taken my seat on the bus and I see him quirk his head to the side slightly before turning to walk to his car as I pull my headphones on again.

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Thankfully I didn’t have Biology the next day, and I thought I had managed to escape Billy’s sights until I found him talking to some girl right next to my locker. Leaned against my locker actually.

“Move” I huff, not in the mood to even pretend to care about seeming polite.

The girl glares at me, tossing her hair over her shoulder as Billy rolls his eyes and slides slightly to the side off of my locker. He growls when I aggressively pull my door open, hitting him in the arm.

As I shut my locker door and turn to leave the school, Billy shakes off the girl and jogs after me. “Let me drive you home, sweetheart”

“I’m sorry— Do you not know my name?”

“Of course I do” He scoffs, and I stop walking tapping my foot and folding my arms across my chest as I wait. “It’s…”

Unsurprising. “Goodbye” Billy touches his palm to the small of my back and I tense, trying to shake him off. “Stop touching me”

“Never heard that before” He mutters, putting his hand back into his jacket pocket and stopping, leaned against the school door.

“You should get used to it, because girls aren’t always going to throw themselves at you. They’re going to realise that you are a self centred idiot who’ doesn’t respect anyone, and that they deserve so much better.”

Billy only smirked as I stood their, pointing my finger at him.

“What?!” I almost shout

“Sure you don’t want that ride home?” Raising an eyebrow at him, he begins to spin his keys around his finger. I look behind me, groaning as the bus pulls away.

Begrudgingly, I stomp away from Billy and head in the direction of his stupid car. Actually, I liked his car it was really pretty. But it was stupid because it was impossibly loud.

He walked alongside me, content with my annoyance. The young red head girl leaned against the passenger side looked over her shoulder at us, sighing and moving the seat so she could sit in the back.

“No, it’s okay.” I smile at her, putting my hand in her shoulder before I duck into the back seat. Both her and Billy stare at me like i’d lost my mind.

“Get in the car” Billy huffs at the girl, presumably his sister. She takes her seat and he starts there car, I repeatedly catch her trying to look at me in the mirrors. “Where’s your house?”

“Are you serious?” The girl laughs

“Shut up” Billy spits back, and I’m tempted to kick the back of his seat as hard as I can.

She sinks in her seat slightly, her voice going a little quiet as she looks down and spins a wheel on her skateboard. “She lives next to us”

Billy smacks his lips and nods, tapping his hands on the sterling wheel and I lean forward, peering between the gap in the seats to look at the girl.

“I really don’t want to be here, don’t worry” She raises an eyebrow at me “I like your sneakers”

“Oh. Thank you…?”

“Y/N” I smile. Billy snaps his fingers, as if he had triumphed in finding out my name, and I roll my eyes. “That’s him learning my name.”

A small smile plays across her lips “I’m Max”

Nodding, I move back and look out the window, Billy brings his hand up turning up the stereo and I glance at him as I recognise the song. Great, now I have to hate this band because he liked them.

He pulls into the driveway and Max climbs out, moving the seat for me and I thank her, throwing my bag over my shoulder and starting to walk away from their house.

“Aren’t you coming in?” Billy calls after me, folding his arms and leaning in the roof of his car.

“What part of ‘I DONT LIKE YOU’ wasn’t clear?”

“Can I drive you to school tomorrow?”

“No!”

Max grabs her things and goes inside, leaving Billy watching me as I walk down three houses and straight in my front door. I can see him lighting as cigarette as I get to my bedroom and close the curtains.

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“Why do you hate me?” Billy asks, his voice low as he puts a hand by my head, practically pinning me against my locker

“Go away”

“Answer.”

“Because you’re rude, and arrogant, and I saw the way you talk to Max. You’re inconsiderate and treat women like they’re made to serve you.”

“Is that it?”

Furrowing my brows I scoff at him “You keep forcing me to be around you when I clearly don’t want to, you—“

I’m cut off when Billy decides to press his finger to the wrinkle between my eyebrows. It’s as if he had pressed a mute button because I try to continue but nothing comes out.

“I’m going to make you like me” He licks his lips, smiling as he meets my eyes “You’re going to beg for my attention”

“It seems like I already have it” I smack his hand away, but he just puts it on the other side of my head, caging me in against my locker.

“Y/N” Billy says breathlessly, and I’m almost taken back by how much softer his voice is than normal.

Realising that I was just having positive thoughts about Billy Hargrove, I shake my head and use my strength to push him back slightly. “We’re late for class”

He chuckles, but follows me towards biology. Sitting at he table and waiting, drumming his fingers on the desk. What the fuck.

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Billy was, once again, leaned at my locker at the end of the day. Girls flocking to him like he was free chocolate. As I closed my locker he waved his hands and the girls, who seemingly had extremely low self respect, did as he wished and scurried away.

“Hey” He smiled, walking along side me “Can I take you home?”

“No, thanks”

“Come on, it’ll be fun”

“I think i’d have at least the tiniest bit of respect for you if you understood what ‘no’ meant.”

“Oh sweetheart, you never take no for answer when you want something this badly”

I made a fake gagging sound and Billy rolled his eyes, grabbing my hand and planting his feet. “Let go”

“Don’t get on the bus”

“Billy.” I glare, pulling my hand out of his grip. It wasn’t even that tight it was just strange.

“Say my name like that again, I like it” I turn back to the bus and Billy sighs, jogging so he can walk backwards in front of me. “Let me drive you. Please”

Had he just actually said ‘please’ or was I delusional? I don’t know what Billy’s angle was, but I wasn’t going to fall for it.

“If you’re trying to prove a point to someone just lie and tell them whatever it is you need to say”

“What?” He stops walking and I almost run into him.

“You know, the fucking cliche. Popular hot jock gets dared by his asshole friends to make an advance on some loser. Tell them whatever you want”

“Y/N, my friends don’t even know you exist.” He holds in his laughter “I just need to make you like me for my own personal gain. Plus, then you’ll beg me to forgive all the times you berated me”

Tucking my lips into a line I stare at him, trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. Accepting his response, I turn in the direction of his car and smiling when I spot Max approaching it.

“You really think i’m hot?” Billy whispers

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to be continued…?

— now read billy’s retelling here!

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oreosmama · 2 years ago

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Hi! Already told ya but I really liked you ST headcanon❤️ could you make one with Billy (+ any other stranger things boys you want to add) about them accidentally hearing that y/n has feelings for them? It’s too cliched but such fluffy fluff is my air:>

He Accidentally Overhears You Have Feelings for Him (Stranger Things Headcanons)

*GIF not mine*

A/N: yeah so this took me like a month but also guess what i had to bullet point every single goddamned mfing line in this post by hand bc of tumblr's new formatting or whatever, and then i posted it on the wrong goddamn request so i had to do it twice so ig we all got probs kill me. Anyways, i kinda went overboard on this prompt bc i love billy so naturally no one else made it into the hc🤷‍♀️ what a shame👀 Enjoy!

Word count: 4856

Billy Hargrove:

“I don’t like him.”

Billy’s eyes fluttered open, and they glided lazily onto your form in the desk in front of him. With his hands folded behind his head and his legs crossed, feet perched on his own desktop, Billy knew the teacher had long ago given up on scolding him for his lackadaisical behavior in class, and even longer ago had he realized Billy would never put much effort in anyway.

One such happenstance that seemed to disturb the entire class, though, was how Billy had wound up there in the first place. Honors English didn’t exactly seem tailored to his, er, capabilities, to put it lightly.

However, before Billy and his family had moved to Hawkins, Indiana, he’d been quite the student (according to the principal…after you’d complained), and lost in translation was some other lame excuse that English classes in California were inherently more advanced than those of Indiana anyway.

You called bullshit. You had sworn Billy had bribed the teacher to let him remain in the class just to disrupt your existence.

It wasn’t exactly his crowd, so to speak, judging by the glasses, focused faces, and pencils scribbling around the room. Nobody in the room looked like they’d even smelled a cigarette before—well, not until Billy arrived.

But you? God, you fit in like a glove. Here was where you divided yourself from the rest of the school, from its bullies and booze and tobacco—from its corruption. You were innocent when it came to such “paraphernalia,” as you called it. You were untouched, and more importantly, you were unclaimed.

Billy was enthralled with this virtuous disposition of yours. In the beginning, his feelings for you,“little Miss Priss” as he’d grown to calling you, appalled him. Of all the girls in the school he could choose from, all the hot blondes that fawned over him in the halls and the enticing brunettes that asked him out after catching his eye for a moment, never did he think for a fucking second that it would be you.

The prude.

“Don’t like who?” Billy interjected harshly, dismissing how you and your friend flinched at his sudden interest.

“No one!” you both mumbled, avoiding his gaze and spinning around in your seats.

Billy’s brow rose at that, and the instant the bell rang, he kicked his feet off his desk and reached a hand toward you. You scooted forward in your seat the second his fingers brushed you, and Billy paused, a small ache in his chest disguising itself as irritation.

Clenching his jaw, Billy curled his fingers around the back of your desk chair and dragged you back to him, the rubber stoppers on the ends of your chair legs squealing in protest against the polished floors. The teacher glanced up from his podium at the front of the class at the sound, an unimpressed look on his face, but was otherwise unconcerned about the situation unfolding. After all, it happened almost every morning.

The teacher sighed and resumed calling roll. Billy kept one fist clasped around the back of your chair and one long leg outstretched beneath your seat, his boot situated around the nearest footing to stop you from scooting away. He leaned forward, hot breath rustling your hair as you sat stock-still, hands folded in your lap.

“YN-”

You flinched.

“-who were you talking about?” Though it was a question, he more demanded the answer than asked for it, because Billy would be damned if he had to listen to you and your friend giggle and jabber about your feelings for any guy that wasn’t him.

Just the thought of another boy in the class catching your eye in general made him feel angry.

No, maybe not angry. Sick was more like it. You weren’t his, and he knew that—fuck, he knew that all too well. He wouldn’t let it be that way for long, though.

For months he’d tried to take his mind off you and place it, force it, on someone else. But when girls at parties and in his car, in hotel rooms or in their own goddamn bedrooms couldn’t eliminate the picture of you hot-glued to the forefront of his mind—couldn’t erase your secret smile when Billy had Sharpied a dick on Mr. Morrison’s board, or your glare when he’d tugged your seat over to his for the first time, or that feeling of your hand overtop his when he’d tugged on your hair to distract you, to bring your attention back onto him—Billy knew he had to give up on getting over you.

He’d finally accepted that his only course of action was to keep your eyes on him just as his were locked on you. It was only fair.

“Nobody,” you huffed under your breath. “Why do you even care?”

The tension on Billy’s face softened, relaxed as he looked over your form appreciatively, licking his lower lip. ‘Heres’ and ‘Presents’ resounded about the pair of you as Billy released his grip on your seat’s backing, settling the same arm on his desk and reaching up a hand to twirl a strand of your hair around his finger. “Oh, no reason, babe, just making sure I’m still in your good graces is all.”

You scoffed and twisted in your seat, yanking his hand from your hair with a grip on his wrist. “Were you ever?”

Billy held your gaze while simultaneously imploring to whatever asshole wandered around in the sky that you would never release your hold on him, and he allowed his lips to curl up into a real smile. So long he went without ever letting that happen, and then you showed up and now he never wanted to stop.

Just as Billy reached up to brush a strand of hair from your forehead, the teacher reared his ugly, bald, fucking bastard head.

“YN, Billy,” Mr. Morrison called aloud, his tone on the latter’s name far more irritated, and, of course, you sat at attention, turning away from Billy and tearing your hand away from his wrist. “Pay attention, please.”

“Sorry, sir.”

And just like that, you slipped from his grasp. You ignored Billy’s every poking and prodding of his pencil in your back for the rest of class and focused rather on whatever the hell Morrison was on about, curled over your notebook with your head ducked low.

It was only when Billy sighed and sat back in his seat with crossed arms, chest tight, that he realized your friend was watching from the corner of her eye with a small grin.

Until Billy flipped her the bird, then she scoffed and looked away too.

By the end of class, Billy’s head was dropped back, mouth open and releasing soft snores. The bell ringing didn’t wake him; what did was your courteous kick to his foot in order for him to release your chair, which he did, so you could push your seat in. Then you smacked his forehead with your notebook for good measure. “Wake up, asshole, class is over.”

He grunted, swatting away the offender. “You’re so kind to me, babe,” he grumbled bitterly. “What would I do without you?”

“Considering you spend every waking minute in this class annoying me, I truly, honestly don’t know.”

Billy smirked at that, gaze latched onto your form as you walked away side-by-side with your friend, whom you seemed to be shaking your head at. Sluggishly and with a yawn, he rose to his feet, lugging his bag over his shoulder and following your path out of the classroom.

He lingered behind a few steps, stopping only to lean against a water fountain and pull a pack of Marlboros from his back jean pocket. He swiped the cigarette across his bottom lip before slotting it in the corner of his mouth and reaching for his lighter.

“That’s not what this is,” you groaned, fiddling with the combination of your locker.

Your friend hummed sarcastically, a mocking “Totally” on her lips from Billy’s distance away. He could barely hear the two of you, especially through the thick crowd of students flooding the halls, rushing to their cars and buses to get the hell out of school.

Of course, you were lagging behind to study in the library, and, of course, Billy would be there to bother you for the next half hour before “suddenly remembering” he had a date.

Fuck, he hated it. He hated himself, and how easily you wound him around your little finger. He used to wish you were cruel; some cold-blooded bitch to him so it would be so much easier to dismiss his feelings and walk away. Instead, you were kind. The only fucking person who could battle back against his attitude and yet still care about his wellbeing. How many times had you tugged a cigarette from his mouth with a small, disapproving grumble, or silently placed a water bottle on his desk when he’d enter the classroom reeling from the effects of the night before?

He'd never met anyone that was too good for him. Not since…

Fuck. He hated this.

How? How did you have that power over him? When did you ever have time to wrench your hand into his chest, break past his ribcage and grab a fistfull of his heart just to steal it out and shake it in front of him like some cruel game of fetch?

“Goddamnit,” he huffed, eyes narrowed at his lighter that sparked fruitlessly. One last click, though, and a flame bloomed in his hand.

“I swear it’s not! The guy’s an asshole. You know my grade is actually dropping in that class?” You slammed your locker closed, armfuls of textbooks hugged to your chest. “It’s because of him. Pretty soon, I’ll have an A-minus. Do you know how long it’s been since I've had an A-minus in a class?”

“Not as long as you haven’t had a D.”

You blanched, whole body flinching like you took a punch to the gut. “I-... you-... that was totally uncalled for.” Your friend snickered.

Billy, meanwhile, had grown infinitely more interested in the conversation, so much so that he had almost coughed out the smoke in his lungs. His eyebrows raised as he watched a flush rise to your cheeks.

“You’re disgusting, you know that?” You pointed at her disapprovingly, but she only laughed more boisterously.

“Oh, come on! Am I wrong?”

“Who cares about my…” you gestured at yourself wordlessly, floundering, “e-experience level? You really think that asshole is gonna solve that?”

“Easily.”

You threw your arms in the air hopelessly at your friend’s deadpan, rolling your eyes. “No! Not happening! The only possible outcome is a newfound exposure to STDs.”

“Worth it.” Her hands snapped up in surrender at your glare. “Kidding. Just kidding.”

Slowly but steadily, the halls were clearing. Billy didn’t bother trying to disguise his watchful gaze as he inhaled another cloud of smoke, pulling the cigarette from his lips to tap the ashes out in the water fountain behind him. He let out the fumes in one long stream as he leaned a hip against the metal edge of the fountain, settling his other hand into a front pocket on his blue jeans.

Billy waited, as he always did, like a predator ready to swoop in on his prey the second it was alone. Two blue eyes stay cemented on your form like a promise, a pledge of devotion. It was the yearning from afar that pained him the most, certainly because what excuse could he ever fabricate to explain himself? You hadn’t called his name—-your gaze hadn’t even accidently washed over him. You’d done nothing to gain his attention. You had done nothing but be, and for that, Billy was undeniably, absolutely addicted.

He needed you.

Billy massaged two fingers at his temple, taking another drag with half-lidded eyes.

“You better be.” You sighed, slamming your locker closed and clenching the straps of your backpack in your hands. “The day I actually throw myself into the arms of that aggravating jerk is the day I toss all of my self-respect in the trash.”

It’s me. It has to be.

She’s talking about-

“He’s not that bad if you think about it. Even you yourself said-”

“I know what I said,” you floundered, shoving a finger against her lips. “But—you know what—if we both ignore that I ever said it, then maybe, just maybe, my feelings will fade away, and we can both look back at my confession one day and laugh.” You pull your hand away from her, posing your hands on your hips righteously. “Laugh while knowing that my feelings for him were ridiculous and dumb and stupid and childish, and that I was just acting like a regular teenager with a little, stupid crush on some dumb boy-”

“You’re in love with Billy, aren’t you?” your friend deadpanned.

Your face fell, and you pouted. “Yeah, fine, you’re right, I’ve got it bad.”

-Me.

The cigarette fell from his lips, landing on the floor soundlessly. Billy stood at attention, his hand falling out of his pocket as the other dropped from his head. Love. YN is-

She’s in love with me.

All color in his cheeks disappeared, just as all the air in his chest. He couldn’t breathe, but in a good way, like the burn of surfacing from underwater for too long—like he was seconds away from the first gasp of fresh, sweet oxygen, after suffocating for so long.

He wanted this—fuck, he needed this. Who gave a damn if he deserved it or not, he was going to have you. You and the warmth of your hands; your smile and your laugh, all of your blushes and your tears.

All of it. Every single last ounce, he wanted it all.

He could fucking have it, too.

She’s in love with me.

Your friend grinned all too smugly. “You’re finally admitting it out loud, huh? Look at you, growing up right before my eyes. How does it feel?”

“How does what feel?” you grumbled, still curled in on yourself, cheeks dusted pink.

“Your first real love confession to a boy.” She dropped both of her hands on your shoulders as your brows furrowed.

“Does it really count if he’s not even here?”

“Nope,” she beamed, spinning you around in her grip. “Good thing he is!”

For a moment longer, you were still visibly confused at her words. The halls had long cleared, and the only sights and noises that now filled them were your wide eyes and quick gasp.

“Billy.” His name slipped from your lips like an accident, tumbling out without a second thought and landing in the allconsuming silence of the hallway with a dull thud.

He couldn't help it. God, he couldn’t fucking help it.

The trembling that took hold of him, the shiver that began in the tips of his fingers and transferred up the length of his spine—he hated it because he had to hate it, but deep down he loved it more than anything else.

Because you were just so fucking perfect.

Your eyes were glassy, like any second you were going to burst into tears. There was a small quiver of your lower lip, and, like a tidal wave, the overwhelming urge to feel that same quiver against his own lips, his skin, crashed into him.

He really, really couldn’t help it. It was second nature.

A corner of his mouth lifted, and his eyes glinted with condescension. “Is that right?” he hummed, amused. “Are you in love with me, YN?”

The pounding in his chest, the pregnant pause as he waited, the subtle, dizzying fog that began to flood his mind, all of it he ignored. He had to hear it. Say it again.

But he couldn’t help it, and the more your glistening eyes studied his face, tears threatening to overflow at the waterline, the more he could feel that sweet burn in his lungs turn painful once more.

And it hurt so much worse when you twisted out of your friend’s hold and bolted.

Your tennis shoes squeaked in protest against the vinyl composition tile, down the hallway and clear through the glass doors of Hawkins High, never turning back no matter how many times your friend called your name.

When the doors slammed shut, a gust of wind followed and ruffled the stray curl against Billy’s forehead. The smirk had long fallen from his face.

Your friend bit the inside of her cheek beside him, obviously searching for words of any kind to explain your reaction. “She’s just-… well, you kind of…” She huffed, adjusting her backpack straps against her shoulders. “Look, she’ll be back on Monday. She wouldn’t skip school, even out of embarrassment like that.” She threw him a sidelong glance. “Though, maybe next time you don’t respond like that, right?”

Billy’s face hardened, and he pulled the pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. He slotted a smoke in the corner of his lips. “Who gives a shit?”

Your friend pursed her lips, observing as he struggled once more with his lighter. He gripped it with white knuckles, and the butt of his cigarette was crushed between his teeth. “Right,” she nodded with a sigh. “See you Monday.” Her footsteps trailed down the hall and away.

When the doors shut after her too, Billy spat out the smoke, hurling his lighter down the hallway with bared teeth. “FUCK!”

Monday. Fucking Monday?

Billy wrenched two hands in his hair, his nostrils flaring as he gnawed on his lips. It hurt, it all fucking hurt. Everything.

She left, she fucking left. She ran away from you, and you know why too—it’s because you’re so weak. Why the hell would she ever want to be with someone like you? How could she ever be in love with-

Billy paused, his hands falling from his scalp, his shoulders rolling back. His head raised, slowly.

Fine, you could have until Monday. But on that day, he was getting some fucking answers.

The weekend didn’t pass by quick enough, despite Billy not remembering most of it. He recalled the party he attended that Friday night, the keg and the shots and what must have been some girl trying her best to come onto him. He remembered shoving her off one minute with a snarl and thundering towards his car, and then the next he was waking up in his own bed. He remembered working out and drinking Saturday and Sunday away, and he remembered waking up Monday with a healing bruise on his cheek, his father none too impressed that he’d drunk all the beer in the house in the span of two days.

But who fucking cared, right?

Who gave a shit when his Camaro came squealing into the school parking lot, stopped parallel between three spots? Who gave a shit when he ambled Hawkins High halfway through the school day, his shirt unbuttoned down his chest, his cologne wafting after him everywhere he went?

And who gave a shit when he arrived in Mr. Morrison’s class, early for the first time in the six months he’d been in it, and planted himself in his seat, his legs kicked up on his desk, his arms folded up behind his head, blue eyes carefully watching the doorway.

Because, yeah, you’d ran away from him. But you’ve been doing that for so long now, dancing out of his reach each time he wanted you, twisting out of his grip each time he almost had you. This was the first time you’d ever escaped him knowingly.

Finally, he knew you loved him, and once more you got away.

Of course, your little game of cat and mouse had to end like this—it had to end with him catching you.

And catch you he did.

God, you were so fucking beautiful, it actually made him ache. Your friend was shoving you in through the classroom door, two hands braced against your back despite you trying to wriggle away like a loose fish.

Your face was red, completely, utterly red, like you’d just come back from running a marathon. Your eyes were darting around frantically, from the desks to the ceiling, and he knew you were actually considering your chances of escaping through an air vent.

She’s in love with me.

He didn’t care. Suddenly, at the sight of you, he just didn’t fucking care anymore. He didn’t care that you ran, about the turmoil you’d caused him, about the misery that had been his weekend away from you.

He couldn’t care for anything less because the second your eyes landed on him in that classroom and you let out the softest little squeal, all he knew was you, you, you.

So fucking cute.

Billy kicked his feet off his desk, reaching forward and pulling out your chair before patting the seat backing suggestively. Like clockwork, his smirk reformed on his face, a small glimmer of patronizing amusement in his eyes.

“Come on, babe,” he simpered at you. “Don’t be shy. Take a seat.”

Come back to me. I need you.

Your eyes widened, and you squirmed in her grip once more. “Nope, I can’t do this.”

“Hush up and go.” One big shove from your friend and you were stumbling forward, scrambling to regain your balance.

Billy silently urged you closer, gesturing down at your seat with his hands the closer you shuffled toward him. As he did, he drank in the sight of you, flushed and skittish, stumbling toward him like a baby deer on new, unsteady legs. He noticed the darkened skin under your eyes, most likely matching his own, though he doubted you and him were sleepless for the same reasons.

When you ground to a halt in front of him, you gulped, your attention everywhere but on his face.

“Hey, YN,” he practically purred, hands itching to reach out to you.

“Hello, Billy,” you squeaked, dropping into your seat and gripping the bottom in an effort to slide the chair forward. Very quickly, though, you discovered Billy’s boot was already perched around the chair’s footing, and one hand had an iron grip on its back.

“Going somewhere?”

“I guess not.”

Billy hummed. “I think you have something to say to me.”

“Umm nope, don’t think so.”

“Oh, come on, no need to be shy. I just wanna hear you say it,” he prompted, as his other hand glided up, curling a strand of your hair around his finger. “Tell me how you feel about me, YN.”

“I think you’re a jerk,” you whispered, turning back slightly to fix him with a flimsy glare.

“Besides that. Tell me what you told me Friday, before you ran.” He tugged at the strand of hair, his brows raised expectantly.

“I didn’t mean it-”

“Don’t-” Billy gritted his teeth, his hand leaving your hair to grip your chin, turning you to face him. “Don’t say that.” He watched as your eyes grew damp again, all soft and delicate and one small admonition away from bursting into tears.

You were so fragile, so small in his eyes. It often made him wonder why he ever thought he should be the one you should be with. How could he ever hold you in his arms without tarnishing you?

So badly, he thought he wanted to have you just to dirty you, take away that purity that seemed to hover over your head, but there were some days where he knew that all he wanted from you was to make him believe he could hold on to something so clean.

He wanted it. So, so bad, he wanted whatever you would offer him. He wanted to hear those words straight from your lips.

Your cheeks were so hot, he itched to cradle them in his palms and absorb some of that warmth. He wanted to wipe away all of the tentativeness with the pads of his fingers and leave behind the breathlessness, the pure affection that was its source.

“You just want to laugh at me,” you whispered, your voice almost breaking. “You’re just going to tease me about it like you do with everything else.” You swept a hand underneath your eyes. “You’re so cruel, Billy.”

“Stop-” he hissed and shook his head, gritting his teeth. “You don’t get to say that. Not after all I’ve ever wanted is for you to love me back, you don’t get to fucking say that.” Billy seized your wrist, tugging you closer. “I know what I am. I know what I do.”

His pride was wilting away the more he spoke to you, the longer you didn’t pull away from him, and his mind pounded in indignation. At what point did you turn him into a complete lovesick fool, and was it before or after you first smiled at him?

If your wide-eyed look was any indication of your shock at his feelings, he wondered just how baffled you would be once you discovered his willingness to bend over backwards at your every plea. You would never take advantage of him, and he knew that, but the tendrils of doubt still crawled up his spine at the thought of leaving himself so vulnerable for you.

“But you, YN?” He traced his eyes over your face, huffing softly. “In all my life, I’ve never wanted something more.”

You stared at him, open mouthed. Your gaze was so surprised, so innocent that it actually frustrated him. How could you have not seen? How could you be so blind?

“So don’t you fucking say that it’s cruel of me, or selfish, or some other bullshit.”

You gasped when he tugged you closer by the wrist, his other hand encompassing your cheek.

“Just say it again.”

His eyes darted over your face, desperate.

“Please.”

Your eyebrows twitched up at that, and your gaze grew tender, raking over his face slowly as if committing to memory. You paused at his lips, watching as they parted and pursed against one another.

You’d worn him down. You’d exhausted him, mentally and physically. Of all the months he’d waited for your confession like this, he never thought the last few moments would be the most excruciating of them all. What more did you want from him? Already, he could feel the swell of anger at his throat ready to be unleashed, to lash out at you until you were in steady tears again just so he knew exactly what you were feeling once more. Billy wanted—no, needed—some part of you to be under his thumb, just so he could pretend, if even for a second, that your emotions for him were still in his range of sway.

Instead, his heart stuttered when the hand in his grip wormed away and pulled off the other that was at your cheek. You splayed his hand out on the surface of his desk, then you intertwined your fingers with his and squeezed. Your teeth worried at your bottom lip as you ducked your head.

“I’m in love with you, Billy.”

His eyelids fluttered shut, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally. Fucking Finally.

You were his, completely.

He couldn’t help it. He really couldn’t.

His hand found your chin, and he tipped your head up, gaining your attention.

“I fucking knew it,” he simpered, entirely too smug. And when you tried to scramble away, panicked and scared, his hand found the back of your neck and tugged you close, his lips landing on yours.

In his hold, you grew lax, only your hand tensing around his. Your lips didn’t move against his, seemingly too tentative and inexperienced to truly indulge yourself.

Billy grinned into the kiss, far more pleased than anyone should be at the knowledge that he could leave marks on you in so many more ways than one. When he pulled away, he quickly cupped your face with a hand, thumbing at your lips in search of the remainder of his own warmth.

“Library, after school?” he muttered, his mouth still curved.

“Only if you don’t have a date afterwards,” you grumbled. You could sass him all you wanted, and Billy couldn’t care less. He could hear your breathlessness and feel the heat in your cheeks, and pride flared in him knowingly.

“Well, I might-”

“Are you guys done yet? ’Cause that was kinda gross.” Your friend dropped into the seat beside you, her nose wrinkled. You straightened up, unraveling yourself from Billy’s hold and nodding your head.

“Yep, yeah, definitely all done. Totally.”

And just like that, you were gone. Billy bristled at your instantaneous lack of touch and threw a snarl at your friend, who only shrugged.

Then she held out a hand, brows raised expectantly.

“You owe me.”

Billy rolled his eyes, fishing his wallet out of the pocket of his jeans and rifling through it, passing her a ten dollar bill.

“Keep the change.”

“With pleasure.”

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Steve Harrington x Hargrove!Reader

ALL THE PAIN YOU CAUSE

This is in the same stranger things universe. As the rest of the series. It doesn't matter what order you read them in .

You were currently speed walking back to Billy's car. You could imagine the way Steve had tried to convince you to ride with him. The kisses. The apple scented shampoo, faint smell of cigarettes. He even put on his glasses when he got in the car. He looked reallllllllly hot in glasses.

But you didn't trust your dad. He would hurt billy and you wouldn't be there to clean his wounds. Make sure he stayed awake with a concussion.

You had kissed Steve goodbye and briskly walked to the car.

You see him leaning up against his car, a cigarette pressed between his lips. He takes a long drag and passes it to you. You copy him then pass it back. He puts it out and you both get in the car.

You sit in the back.

"Why are you back there," Billy questions, turning around to look at you.

"So Max can sit up front," you reply.

"I will never understand some parts of you," he says.

Max gets in the front and slams it shut. Billy's soft figure fades the secomd you and him are no longer alone.

"Don't be fucking slamming my doors ," he yells at her.

She rolls her eyes and buckles up.

"Hey, was school okay," you question. You see the pain etched on her face . You know it's none of your business but you might as well try.

"SHE ASKED YOU A QUESTION FUCKING ANSWER IT," Billy screamed.

Max looked away on the verge of tears.

Billy grabs her wrist and forces her to look at him, before he can comprehend, you intervene.

You grab his wrist and squeeze it till he lets go, careful not to leave a bruise, "SHES. 15. LEAVE.HER. ," you hiss dropping his wrost.

Billy looks you in shock. He had only ever seen you speak in that tone after Jason had bullied the hellfire club.

He pulls out of school parking lot, while Max looks out the window as silent tears fall.

Yn helps max out of the car, all while she is glaring daggers at her brother.

Anytime Billy attempted to talk he was stopped.

Yn and max sit in the comfort of Max's room. cross legged on the bed.

"You're fine, I am talking to Billy it won't happen again," yn reassure squeezing her arm lightly.

"What if you make it worse," she crys.

"I'm gonna give you alone time unless you want me to stay, billy listens to me, trust me," yn reply before heading to Billy's room.

A soft knock and he answers. "I'm sorry I know I fucked up," he says, opening his room to let her in.

"It can't happen again. You know why? It reminded me of dad. I was far younger but..but the first time I got knocked out was fifteen," she spit at him.

Billy can see the pain on yn's face. He takes a risk and pulls her in for a hug, shedding a gear at the thought of losing his better half. "I'm sorry," is all he can cry into her.

"Hey, Billy. I love you, it'll be okay," yn says running circles on his back.

"I love you, and I'm sorry," he replies . After a pause he adds, "I don't scare you, right?"

"Billy hell no," yn says.

"Paper Thin walls," billy complains. it was 2am. You had been talking to Steve for almost 5 hours.

"I love you so much, I wish I could see you, especially in those glasses," you say into the phone.

It was a bright red lips phone. You and Billy's thirteenth birthday. You had gotten his his leather jacket. A bit big but he grew into it.

"My parents aren't home..."

"Steve, max might want to talk to me later,"

"fine I love,- shit it's past 2, you have a quiz,"

She groans and after fifteen more minutes of profanities, you both hang up.

Billy walks into your room,"Paper. Thin. Walls," is all he says before going back to his room.

Yn heard a soft knock at your door, "Billy I already know you can hear us on the phone,"

Instead max walks in.

"Boy trouble," yn questions sitting up. Max's eyes were red rimmed and slightly puffy.

"Lucas spends all his time with stupid D and D, or.. or basketball," she says sniffling.

"Have you thought of going to his d and d meetings," you ask.

"They suck,"

"so does spending Saturday hiding in the horror section of family video,"

"I'll try,"

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 2 years ago

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Omg! You did amazing portraying the whole sibling thing and relationship.

The part where yn scared bully was funny.

Please do another, maybe an epilogue like Billy spying on dates?

"Get out of the fucking tree,"

"I'm birdwatching,"

"it's two am idiot,"

"fuck,"

Lmao anything with badass reader (hargrove ) dating Steve

A/N: Aww thanks so much and I’m so happy that you loved it. I love this idea of Billy spying on them and just being an idiot.

Stay away from my sister- Steve Harrington x Fem Y/N Hargrove part 2

Part 1

Warnings: small mentions of catcalling, the reader is Billy’s fraternal twin to include all readers

A/N: I’m from the U.K. sorry if this sounds overly British, apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

It’s been a week since Tina’s party, one week exactly since you kissed Steve in front of your brother’s face. You wished that you would of recorded Billy’s reaction because it was hilarious, he looked mortified like he had just witnessed the worst thing imaginable. From his big reaction you would of expected him to at least yell at Steve, yell at you for betraying him for kissing the Harrington boy, but no Billy was being oddly reasonable it was unsettling. Sure he made the occasional glare towards him whenever their eyes met but this new found silence was so unlike the brother you knew.

“What’s wrong darling?” Steve asked as he slid his arm around your waist. It was like clockwork at this point, Steve met you at your locker daily at the exact time to carry your books to class, snaking his arm around your waist and pepper your face in a million kisses just to see you blush. Which according to Steve was the most adorable thing in the world. But today there was something off about you, you seemed distracted and dazed like your mind was in a different dimension entirely.

“It’s just Billy, I don’t know. He’s been too quiet about us dating, I was at least expecting some form of reaction by now” you sighed closing the metal door of your locker, passing Steve your chemistry textbook.

“Maybe Billy has accept us dating?, I mean you were very intimidating. You even scared me for a second” he smirked, gently guiding you towards the direction of your next class.

“Have you met my brother? He loves the dramatics, he’s up to something and I don’t know what”

“Forget about him, are we still good for tonight?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world” Steve leant into you, placing a long tender kiss on your lips. “Now go, before you’re late to O’Donnell’s. that woman is seriously terrifying”

Steve laughed, placing another kiss on your lips before running down the corridor hoping to get there before the bell rang.

You watched him go and felt your heart flutter which made the butterflies in your stomach race. The corners of your lips curled into a small smile as you realised, yep your definitely falling for Steve Harrington

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Swiping on another layer of gloss upon your lips before grabbing your jacket and headed towards the front door. Before you could turn the handle you heard Billy’s voice.

“You look nice”

“Thanks, Steve is taking me out?” Your voice dragged out the sentence till it sounded like a question, highlighting how unsure you were about your brother’s nonchalant attitude towards tonight.

“Oh, where is he taking you?” He asked completely unfazed by the whole situation which further added to how out of character he was acting. Billy hated Steve’s guts, he despised his whole existence to the point he practically knocked him over during a basket ball game. Now he was okay with his sister dating the boy he hates, something wasn’t adding up which led to an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

“He’s taking me to the movies” you took a moment to observe his face and saw no reaction upon his features, not even the little twitch in his eye that he gets when he’s on the verge of rage. “Why are you so okay with this?”

“Huh?” He looked at you like you just grew another head, this started to irritate you. You knew your brother more than anyone and for him to be totally unfazed was exasperating.

“You hate Steve to the point you nearly punched him at Tina’s party, now you’re okay with me going on a date with him? So what gives?”

“Why do you care about what I think? You made it very clear that you would kill me if I laid a finger on the ‘king of Hawkins’, Y/N I saw you punch that guy who catcalled you a few days ago. I’d rather not take that risk” Billy shrugged, gently brushing past your shoulder as he walked towards the kitchen.

Your eyes grew wide and your brows furrowed together, Billy is definitely up to something. You’re definitely not going crazy or picking up on signals that weren’t there, he’s definitely up to no good.

A knock at the door brought you out of your thoughts, you turned the handle and called over your shoulder

“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m out”

“Wouldn’t dream of it”

You open the wooden frame to see Steve, he stood in blue jeans with a blue striped shirt, he looked so handsome that all your sentences got lodged in your throat. Leaving your mouth agape staring at him.

He chuckled about how blatantly obvious you were being, like he could see every cog in your brain coming to a screeching halt. You truly were the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes upon.

“Ready darling?”

You quickly darted your eyes away from him as you felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment from being caught, but who could blame you when he looked this good?

“I’m ready”

“You look beautiful by the way”

you smiled back at him, as your cheeks became nearly as red as the dress you were wearing. Steve had some form of hold over you. You once prided yourself upon being an independent person, who obtained the same level of “I don’t give a fuck” attitude as your twin, but when Steve was around that persona faded away leaving you in this lovesick mush.

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Steve chose ‘nightmare on elm street’ for you both to watch, he was secretly hoping that you’d become scared and would cuddle into his side for comfort. While he could do that romantic cliche of putting his arm around you, holding you closer, whispering into your ear that he’d protect you.

What Steve didn’t factor in for is that you were Billy’s twin, Billy would force you to watch ‘Carrie’ and ‘the shining’. Doing that whole annoying brother thing of scaring you with the horror classics of Steven King and all of the classics within that genre . You were now use to scary movies, in fact you were starting to like them.

So Steve’s plan to act as the protector was ruined, you may or may not have even acted as his protector every time Freddy’s face flashed across the screen. But you swore to secrecy that you didn’t have to hold Steve tight while he had his head buried in the dip of your shoulder.

You both didn’t want the night the to end, so Steve suggested that you both go to the most beautiful place in Hawkins, a small secluded woods that contained a beautiful lake within the middle. Steve didn’t tell you the name of the lake and how he pretty much invented the place, in fear of you thinking that he’s a player. Steve swears that he has left those days in his past, for he has only known you for two weeks but he swears that he has never met anyone like you. He has never met anyone who has captured his heart the way you have, he was far from saying ‘love’ but he knew deep down that he would say those words to you in the future.

Staring up at the stars, nestled upon Steve’s chest looking at the night sky, this felt romantic and familiar as if fate has brought you to this moment.

“What are you thinking about?” Steve questioned looking dotingly at your face illuminated in the pale moonlight.

“Just how beautiful this is”

Steve dipped his head to down gently kiss your forehead, you smiled relaxing into his embrace-

Wait did that tree just move? You slowly arose from Steve’s warm arms to investigate the disturbance further.

Upon closer inspection you saw a leather jacket stretched across one of the branches, and familiar curls of sandy blonde hair.

Wait! Surely not?

“Billy?” You called up to the shadowy figure a few branches above from you. The figure froze not daring to move an inch.

Shit! Billy thought, he has done so well so far not to be caught. He didn’t want to spy but he’s heard about Steve’s old reputation of being a player and he was making sure that his sister wasn’t going to be hurt, plus Billy doesn’t trust Steve as far as he can throw him.

Billy froze in place hoping that if he didn’t move you wouldn’t see him and go away

“Billy?” You called again, silence was the response you received. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh over this whole situation.

He seriously doesn’t think that you’re that stupid?

“Billy get out of the fucking tree!”

“I’m birdwatching” he blurted back, cringing as he didn’t have time to register what he just said till it was out in the open. He was honestly such a terrible liar

“It’s 2am you idiot” you hissed, you didn’t know wether to laugh at how much of a fucking idiot he was being, or if to die of embarrassment for you could hear Steve’s howls of laughter over this mortifying situation.

“Fuck!” He groaned, he smacked the palm of his hand to his forehead. He truly was an idiot and now all he wanted to do was wallow in his own embarrassment.

“Go home you creep” you joked, the moonlight wasn’t bright enough to see his reaction but you knew that he was turning as red as a beetroot. Yep Billy you definitely aren’t going to hear the last of this.

A/N: I just love the idea of Billy being a protective brother and to me Steve is a himbo, I don’t make the rules he just gives off that energy. Thanks to everyone who has sent in their requests, I’m currently working on them :)

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