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definitelynottony · 5 years

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Grease is the Word [Ch.1 Summer Lovin’]

[Ao3] [part 2] [Song recommendations: Grease OST, 50′s era songs] [Also definitely recommend looking up a 50′s slang dictionary!]

It started out with just a visit, a holiday to see his family over in the states. Spend his summer break hangin’ out with his aunt,uncle and cousin; he only gets to see them every couple of years. The last time he saw them was for his mother’s funeral. They’re good people though, he should see them more often. Get a break away from his screwed up life back in Australia, with his sorry excuse of a father. He missed the golden coast but it was a change of pace, two months living in Hawkins Indiana would do Billy Hargrove some real good.

And it did. It was such a simple life. Not havin’ to make sure his deadbeat dad was in bed every night; cause the only thing he was good for after his mom died was drinkin’ and givin’ Billy a real good shiner. Not havin’ to go to school and work every day just to buy his own cigs. Havin’ people that actually cared if you came home at night was pretty good too, not that the greaser would admit it. But yeah, he’s probably been smiling since he walked into the Mayfield house.

Aunt Susan was just like havin’ his mom back, they even have the same hair color. And Max, she got even bigger since the last time Billy saw her. She was still a little shitbird though. His step uncle wasn’t too bad of a guy either, let him drive his blue ‘58 Bel Air ‘round. Was definitely a helluva a lot better than his old man, that’s fer damn sure. And yeah, Billy’s summer went by in a blink. He followed Max and some of her friends around, learnin’ where all the good spots where. It was a small town, not too hard; the diner, arcade, drive ins, and Hawkins’ Lovers Lake.

On one hot, real hot Indiana summer day, Billy decided to take the Bel Air for a spin; he ended up at the lake. That’s when he saw him; like a fuckin’ angel.

He had soft brown hair all shaped perfectly into a quiff. Unlike Billy’s blonde curls, if he could get his hair into a pomp it was a good day, most the time it was somewhere between the flop and a loose teddy boy. Not that it really mattered, everyone knew what he was as soon as they saw him with his leather on, a smoke in his mouth. Poor by birth, Greaser by choice.

But this cat, this pretty boy with the brown hair, well he looked like he belonged on the telly. Billy didn’t even notice the other’s with him. Some girl, plain jane prep, definitely no Monroe; she wasn’t even in a bathing suit, wet blanket. Some hipster slick was with her reading a book, but Billy’s eyes stayed with the brunette with an angel face and Babmi eyes. The two were sittin’ over on the dock, that angel face was putterin’ in the water. Billy knew they could see him pullin’ up. Sauntering down to the lake edge. Good, Billy loved a dramatic entrance.

As he showed up, splashin’ around in the shallows of the shoreline, he got that pretty boy’s attention. Well, couldn’t blame him; not many could pull off red trunks as short as Billy’s were. God bless the 50’s. If the brunette didn’t close his mouth pretty soon Billy was sure he’d have to save his life ‘cause he’s gonna drown like that.

“Steve, do you know him?” the girl hushed down to the brunette---

“No, I don’t think so. He kinda chills ‘ya though doesn't he?”

“Not me Stevie, he’s just staring at us. Go say something!”

“Like what?”

“Tell’um to take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Not helpful Jonathan, come on Nance why don’t you go talk ta him?”

“Cause he looks like a bird dog.”

“Looks like a dreamboat to me.”

“STEVE!” The girl squealed. “Go!”

“Shh! Nance, okay-oaky.”

The greaser watched with anticipation as that earth angel adorably, clumsily strolled up to him, green high ride swims on, he was a prep; Billy could deal with that---

“Hey there daddy-o what’s shakin’?”

God, even his voice was angelic.

“You know baby, just rockin’ an rollin’.”

“Heh, you ain’t from around here huh? Names Steve.”

“Accent give it’ away?”

“Yeah. I like it though, it’s bitchin’.”

“Names Billy”

“Billy? Hey, you’re Max’s cousin right?”

“Yeah, you know the ankle biter?”

“She runs with some kids I know.”

“Small world” the blonde charmed.

“Small town” Steve laughed, and it was everything; that laugh “so you wanna come hang?”

“Thought you’d never ask cherry.”

“That mouth you got sure is drippin’ apple butter.”

“Just fer cherry’s like you doll face.”

Steve gave this smirk before turning back to his friends; a smirk that really made Billy wish the cat would drown just so he could give him mouth to mouth. He’d know what to do', Billy was a lifeguard back in 'Straya.

“Guys, this is Billy. He’s Maxie’s cousin. Billy, this is Nancy and that’s Jonathan.” Steve introduced, Billy just nodded with a smirk. He really wasn’t that interested in a couple drips.

“It’s a pleasure, Billy, are you from around here? Just visiting? Staying long?” Nancy had that look in her eyes Steve knew all too well, and normally he hated when she did this but he wanted to know too.

“You writin’ a book sweetheart?”

“Maybe. Just curious what side of the track you’re from.”

Billy rolled his eyes “I see someone’s got her glasses on, I'm from Australia, just visiting. Leavin’ in the fall.” Yeah, she was definitely a drag, bringing the whole mood down.

“I knew you were from Australia, that’s choice! What’s it like there?”

“Tell ‘ya all about it over a malt pretty boy.”

“...Guess he’s not a bird dog.”

Jonathan piped up from his book. Nancy nudged his shoulder holding back a laugh or a sequel, who knows. Billy and Steve sure didn’t cause Steve was too busy dodging Billy’s splashes. They went on for a few hours like that, enjoying the summer heat, the cool water. Some point Steve got Nancy and Jonathan to play chicken with them. Billy dropped Steve on purpose, the brunette was pretty sure he tried to drown him.

And it was weeks of days like that. Bowlin’ in the arcade, drinkin lemonade, spent hours makin’ out under the dock at lover’s lake. Stayin’ out past 10, nights at the drivin’s. Billy had a car after all and Stevie was real inta back seat bingo. And they held hands when they were alone, and their first time was cause Steve got real friendly down in the sand. God he was good, if you know what I mean. And yeah, Billy felt like it was love at first sight, but he knew it was just a summer fling, didn’t mean a thing. At least it wasn’t supposed to.

“Goddamn pretty boy, You’re bonafide. I’m so sweet fer ya.”

“Billy, I never met someone like you before.This feels like the real deal.”

“That’s cause it is baby. It is.”

And long fingers tangled in golden curls. Sun kissed flesh wrapped around soft freckled porcelain. Lips to skin, ocean blues drowning in honey browns, teeth biting down like they’re making home there. It was the closest thing to heaven on earth. The closest the greaser was going to get, with this angel looking up at him panting his name. With his fingers wrapped up in his hair and his momma’s necklace. Rolling into him like the Pacific ocean, kissing away tears from that pretty freckled face. Stevie’s legs holding tight around him, his way of sayin’ more, harder, because that cherry mouth of his is just too good ta say it out loud. Like Billy would ever say no, Stevie didn’t know it but Billy’s been wrapped ‘round his gentle finger since he saw that smirk of his two months ago.

“Never gonna forget this Stevie, yur the best fuckin’ thing these hands have ever held.”

It was summer lovin’ at it’s finest, and they were havin’ a blast. Until they weren’t, until there were tears, tears of pain and not the sweet tears Billy was kissing away last night on cool sand made hot from their bodies. And there were fists, but they weren't the calloused ones made gentle that caressed tony hair. Cause now they were holding porcelain ones aimed to make Billy hurt as much as they did. As much as Steve did. And Billy let him, let him pound those fist into his chest as he held the brunette close. Let him cry and curse him for ever coming to Hawkins, for ever meeting him. Only calming when Billy finally spoke---

“You, Steve Harrington, have made my life worth livin’.”

And those big doe eyes filled with diamonds were going to be permanently branded into the blonde's mind forever.

“I’ve just had the best summer of my life, and now I have ta leave, and it isn’t fuckin’ fair-”

“Billy”

“-It’s not fair.” The greaser pressed in close, so close, to memorize how it felt; how it felt to hold an angel in his hell bound arms.

“Billy, is this the end? The end of us?”

“No, no ‘course not” Billy fainted a smile “it’s only the beginning Stevie.”

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thedeviljudges · 6 years

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listen, i legit had a dream that billy had a curly mohawk just like this but ofc with tighter ringlets. and i don’t remember exactly what for, but it was an interesting styling choice that actually worked??? lmao leather gloves and all.

#x #all i'm seeing billy as is a hybrid of rufio from hook and a kid that gets mixed up w/ the local theater as a greaser from the outsiders #wild lmao #billy hargrove

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darling-i-read-it · 5 years

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Don’t Know

Greaser!Billy Hargrove x Soc!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: none I don’t think

Author’s Note: THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE! I love this whole aesthetic and I would be totally open to doing more of it if anyone wants it. With any other character!

Requested; by anon, Hello! I’m the 1950s Greaser Billy Anon, feel free to write that up if you wanna, the concept kills me! Like I can just imagine him trying to get with a soc! Reader, Shes all dresses and studying with her friends but he’s all about fast cars and his gang!!!!! 👏

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluff

Song:

(not my gif)

Billy put out the cigarette under his boot as he looked over at the car of Socs. In it were a few of the football jocks and a few girls as well, none that he knew the names of. It was hot under the leather jacket this early June afternoon and he didn’t need anymore of those douchebags on his side of town. He looked down at his friend who was working under one of the cars.

He leaned against the side of the car and his friend hit him and he backed off but his eyes stayed trained on the Socs. There were a few pretty girls but there was one that he caught sight of that made him smile. She was sitting in the back seat, obviously uninterested in being there. She wasn’t laughing along with the rest.

Billy kicked the car.

“Hey, who’s that?” he asked, pointing in your direction. His friend poked his head out from under the car and scoffed.

“Notorious priss Y/N Y/L/N. Don’t even think about it Hargrove,” he said and then was back under the car. Billy just kept staring through until the car was out of sight.

He tried to push you out of his head, knowing for sure he would never be able to talk to you even though he wanted nothing more than to talk. He didn’t see you again until he and his gang went to one of the notorious drive ins. They had successfully snuck in and were sitting at the foot of Billys car as the movie started.

He caught sight of you in the car in front of him, alone in the driver's seat. You looked like you were waiting for someone but he ignored that thought and got up, figuring he couldn’t have a better chance then this. He ran over, ignoring the calls from his friends.

“Hi,” he said as he slid by the side of the car. You raised your eyebrow in surprise but you didn’t look scared which surprised him. He was being kind of creepy after all.

“Hello can I help you?” you asked. Billy hadn’t thought this far ahead and tried to make something up on the spot. He noticed you had a book in your lap and a notebook beside you. There was a pencil behind your ear.

“Are you studying?” You raised an eyebrow and your smile was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“Yeah. Why?” He thought about that for a moment and his award winning charming smile returned.

“I’m Billy Hargrove. Nice to meet you.”

You weren’t sure what it was about greaser Billy Hargrove that made you smile but you ended up giving him your number before he could harass you about homework any longer. You got a call the next morning from a nervous Billy (which you didn’t think was unusual but surely was). He asked if you wanted to go out for another movie, avoiding the fact he had no cash to go and buy you tickets because he wasn’t expecting you to say yes.

When you did he scrounge up enough money to at least get the two of you in legally in an attempt to impress you. His drive to the Soc side was weird and he got quite a few looks that he grew to ignore on his way to your place.

“No books,” he called as you walked through the door. He looked through the driver seat window and pointed at you. You gave him a hard look and he shrugged.

“What if I need to study!?”

“Loosen up! Come on!” You looked at your books and then tossed them back in the house before walking back down the driveway to get in the passenger seat. You looked over the car, a smile on your lips. Your finger brushed the picture of Billy's friends he had by the mirror.

“You’re so cool,” you breathed. He rolled his eyes and started the Camaro.

“Don’t flatter me, it goes straight to my head,” he said which made you laugh.

He paid for the tickets and got out before you did and placed a knotty wool blanket over the hood of his car.

“You first milady,” he said, gesturing to the car hood. You laughed and jumped up, followed closely by him. The two of you were getting quite the looks as you started to talk while you waited for the movie. A Greaser and a Soc, together on a date? That was wrong.

“Creature of the Black Lagoon huh? What if I couldn’t do scary movies?” you asked, leaning back and staring at the blank screen the ads coming out of Billy's car speaker. He smiled, scooting closer.

“Just means you’ll need someone to protect you huh?” You rolled your eyes but let him put his arm around you. After a few minutes he spoke again.

“Hey I got a question,” he started.

“I may have an answer,” you teased. He rolled his eyes but otherwise ignored it.

“First time I saw you, you were with some others Socs in a car looking pretty fuckin bored. Why do you hang out with them if they annoy you that much?” he asked. You thought about that for a moment with a look of awe on your face.

“I actually have no idea. No one’s ever asked me that before.”

The sound of the movie started and you looked up at Billy, squinting.

“What?”

“I was just trying to figure you out Hargrove. Watching a scary flick with a ‘Soc’ on a Friday night and I see no cans of beer.” He shrugged and turned to the movie.

“I don’t know either doll.”

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagines #stranger things imagines #billy hargrove au

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anotherhargrovebitch · 5 years

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greaser boy : b.h

all you wanted was for your car to be fixed before you head back to college, but a certain greaser isn’t letting that happen easily (2.4k) thank you to the anon who requested!

s t r a n g e r t h i n g s w r i t i n g

Sighing to yourself, you couldn’t believe you managed to get yourself into this sort of situation, again.

Your Dad knew your car was a piece of shit, but until you graduate college the car will have to do. He overlooked some issues with it, but when you arrived home from college with the bumper hanging off he decided it would be best to get it booked in.

Leading to you sitting in the garage that stank of smoke with the radio faintly playing, barely audible over the work being done on the various cars laid out.

Tapping your foot on the floor, you pick at your nails. Your Dad instructed you to go in with the cash to collect the car, it was obvious he was tired of being your chauffeur.

“Erm, Y/l/n?” A guy called out as the sound of heavy boots echoed in the office nearing you.

Rising to your feet, you turned to face the figure, partially surprised at who was before you. “No fuckin’ way,” You chuckle as he discards his cigarette, blowing the smoke away from you before he licks his lips. “Billy Hargrove?”

“Who wants to know?” He questions, pushing his gelled curls away from his face as he looks you up and down.

A small scoff leaves your lips as you cross your arms. “Like you’d even know who I was, of course.” You mutter to yourself, but his attention remains fixated on you. “Y/n, we went to high school together.” You say, watching as his eyes widen with realisation.

“You were that chick, friends with Harrington, right?” He states, remembering you clearly as you tried to stop various fights taking place between him and Steve.

“Yeah, Steve’s friend.” You respond and Billy laughs under his breath. “Something funny ‘bout that, Hargrove?”

Billy shakes his head as he walks past you, reaching for the rest of your paperwork. “You got hot, Princess.” He comments with a smirk before passing you the forms for your car, waiting for your signature. “Cars all ready for you, guess Daddy’s paying?”

Taking the cash from your pocket, you count out the notes for him, his eyes still struggling to leave you. “That cover it?” You question bluntly, passing him the cash as he places it into the pocket of his leather jacket.

“Cover the car and maybe dinner sometime?” He asks, eyes wandering over you as you roll your eyes.

“As if Billy.” You say as he gives you your keys. “Thanks for fixin’ my car, boys.” You call out to the rest of the mechanics, ignoring the whistles as you leave.

As you drive off, Billy remains slightly stunned. His usual charms failed to work and it threw him off. “Don’t sweat it, Hargrove.” One of the guys calls out to Billy as he notices your house number on the paperwork. “She’ll be back before you know it.”

Billy turns, taking note of your number before facing the other guys. “How’s that?” He questions, noticing one of the guys was holding part of the flywheel. “You son of a bitch,” He laughs, knowing he’s guaranteed to see you real soon.

“Well, well,” Billy slides from underneath a car, recognising your converse and the legs that they’re attached to. “how’s it goin’, Princess?” He smiles brightly, trying to humour your deep frown.

“I’m just here to get my engine fixed, Billy.” You tell him as he rises to his feet, wiping his hands.

A smile crosses your lips as you motion to the oil on his cheek, but he remains unaware. “What, you can’t help but stare?” He jokes, and you lean closer, wiping his cheek.

“Bit of dirt, that’s all.” You say politely, shrugging it off.

Billy clears his throat, hoping none of the guys noticed the pink tint his cheeks as you laugh under your breath. “Come on through to the office, I’ll get the paperwork sorted.” Billy leads the way as you follow silently behind him, trying your best not to stare at his ass.

Returning to the office you take a seat whilst Billy hovers behind the counter, rummaging for the paperwork. “How’d you end up here then?” You ask, looking around as all the other guys converse, all middle-aged whilst Billy is the youngest by a long shot.

Lifting his head up, Billy can see genuine curiosity in you. Unlike other girls, you’re not here for a flirt. You knew Billy when he was a total ass who always tried his hand at any girl and beating up your friend.

“Finished high school, scraped my grades through and knew I needed something besides lifeguarding in the summer.” Billy explains as he focuses on the paperwork, filling in the sections required before passing it to you for your signature. “And I stumbled into this place, they offered me a chance and well, two years down the line still here.” He says with a small laugh, thankful that someone gave him a chance after everything.

Signing the paperwork, you pass the clipboard back to him. “You seem happier, Hargrove.” You comment, giving him a small smile. “It’s a good thing, don’t worry.”

“Thanks, Princess.” A small smile cracks across his lips before he clears his throat, tapping his pen on the clipboard. “So erm, we’ll give you a call when it’s ready for you. Should be a few days at most.”

You nod in response, “Thanks, Billy.”

A few days had passed by, but you hadn’t left Billy’s mind.

“Hey, Bill?” One of the guys called out and Billy looks over to see your car all ready. “Wanna call the girl, ask her on that date?” A series of laughter fills the garage, and Billy shrugs it off as he lights a cigarette, hiding his nerves about calling you.

Moving out from the workshop, Billy wanders into the office and closes the door behind him. He releases a shaky breath before picking up the phone and dialling your number.

As the line rings he finishes his cigarette, hearing the line being picked up. “Hello?” A deep voice answers and Billy’s eyes widen.

“Hi Sir, this is Billy callin’ from Hawkins Garage.” He speaks clearly, tugging on his jacket as he listens to your Dad let out a deep sigh.

“Hold on, Billy. Let me get my daughter.” He responds, hearing your Dad shouting your name throughout the house, only for you to respond with the same amount of gruff.

Taking the phone from your Dad, Billy listens to the faint conversation you have before answering. “Hi Billy,” You sound slightly out of breath, and Billy smiles to himself. “take it my car is either still a piece of shit or it’s a piece of shit that’s been fixed?” You quip, and he nods to himself.

“It’s a fixed piece of shit alright.” He tells you.

Leaning against the wall, you play with the phone cord, smiling to yourself. “I’ll see if I can come in later.” You glance up at the clock, checking the time. “Said I’d see Steve whilst I’m in town.”

Billy nods to himself. “If you need it, I can pick you up?” He offers, waiting for a response as silence lingers on your end. “You haven’t died on me, have you, Princess?” He jokes, and you snap out of your shock before answering.

“Did Billy Hargrove just offer a selfless act?” You fake gasp, causing Billy to roll his eyes as he doodles on your paperwork.

“Don’t get used to it, Y/n.” He comments. “But if you need it, the offer’s there.”

“Pick me up in an hour?” You suggest and Billy turns to face the clock, knowing he’ll manage to get away with the time off.

“See you in an hour then, Princess.” He smirks down the phone, wishing you could see how he’s biting his lower lip, but you merely hang up not long after. “Hey, Jerry?” He calls out, grabbing his keys. “I’ll be back in an hour, that alright?”

“Yeah, whatever kid.” Jerry waves him off, leaving Billy to wander out from the garage to go grab some food.

As Billy pulls up outside of your house, he’s barely waiting two seconds before he hears the front door slam. You jog toward his car, taking the passenger seat with a heavy exhale.

“And good afternoon to you too, Y/n.” Billy jokes and looks over as you focus on the floor. “Is everything alright?” His voice softens as he turns to face you, watching as you wipe your face.

Nodding in response, you pull your seatbelt on. “I’m fine.” You comment too quickly. “Just arguing with my Dad over money, nothin’ unusual.” You say, glancing over to see concern lacing his eyes.

“If you’re strugglin’ to pay for the car,” He starts, but you shake your head.

“No, no, it’s other things.” You sigh. “But I’m just glad to be going back to college next week.” You run your fingers through your hair, a hint of a smile crossing your face as Billy’s slowly disappears.

“Going back that soon, huh?” He sadly questions, watching as you nod.

“Can’t keep me here for longer than two weeks, Hargrove.”

Nodding to himself, Billy pulls away from your house and straight to the garage, but spots you looking into the back seat. “Is that a picnic?” You raise an eyebrow to him in surprise.

“It might be.” He shrugs it off as he pulls up outside of the garage.

“Oh I get it, some girl you’re picking up later, huh?” You nod, knowing you’re right already, but to your surprise, Billy shakes his head.

“Well, Princess. I was going to ask if you wanted lunch, but you seemed upset and I didn’t wanna ruin your mood.” He comments thoughtfully, and you lean back in the seat.

Was this really the same Billy Hargrove you knew from high school?

“I mean, since you’re going back to college and all.” He adds, hoping it doesn’t come across too desperate.

“Lunch would be lovely, Billy.” You say with a smile. “Where were you thinkin?”

“I know just the spot.” He tells you before continuing past the garage, heading down to the river.

As Billy pulls up to the waterfront, you climb out before he has the chance to turn the engine off. You rest your hand on the hood of the car, staring out as memories flood your mind.

“I can’t remember the last time I was even here.” You think aloud, glancing over as Billy stands by your side, resting his hands in his pockets. “Maybe when I was thirteen?” You chuckle, thinking it was probably your first kiss that resulted in a nose bleed.

“I’ve never been here,” Billy speaks up, catching you giving him a look. “I’m serious, I, I heard a lot about this place but never came.” He moves further away, taking the food in a bag and heading down toward a small rock in front of the water as you trail behind. “Never had anyone to bring.” He mutters under his breath, unaware of how close you actually are behind him.

The two of you quickly settle into a conversation, eating the gas station snacks and surprisingly, you’re enjoying yourself.

“I never thought I’d see the day where Billy is a nice guy.” You joke as he nudges you before joining you in laughter. “Look you were a real dick, what can I say?”

Billy nods, sipping at his drink. “Yeah, can’t argue with you there.”

“But you seem different now.” You say truthfully, focusing on his soft features surrounded by that hard greaser exterior. “I, I don’t know what it is Hargrove,” Your voice softens as he moves closer toward you, the distance between you both becoming almost non-existent.

“I grew up, learnt there was more than high school.” He explains, turning his eyes away as he focuses on the ripples in the water as the leaves continue to fall. “And some shit with my family changed, I moved out and sort of lost touch with everything.”

Looking back down at you, Billy is surprised at how quiet you are when listening to him. “You’re a better guy, Billy.” You whisper, looking down at his lips. “I mean, at least I think you are.”

A small laugh leaves his lips. “That’s all that matters, princess.” He comments before his lips reach yours.

You never anticipated that you’d kiss Billy. It was something you rolled your eyes at the thought of. But now it was happening, all you could do was melt into his embrace. Your hands find themselves in his curls, pulling on them as his hand's snake around your waist.

As you pull away, slightly breathless his hands remain on you. “I should,” You swallow. “we should get back.” You comment, moving away as Billy nods.

“Yeah, yeah.” He agrees as you head back to his car, neither of you sure what to make of the moment you just shared.

The drive to the garage is fairly quiet as neither of you wishes to speak first. You try to keep your leg still, stop it from bouncing with little luck, only to feel Billy’s hand rest on your thigh causing it to stop immediately. Part of him expected you to push it off, but you welcomed it as you looked out as Hawkins passed you by.

Pulling up at the garage, the process of retrieving your car is pretty quick. “Anything to sign?” You ask Billy as he hands you your keys, both of you in the small office once more.

“Just on the dotted line, Y/n.” He tells you and watches as your brows knit together. “Don’t worry about the costs.” He says, seeing you slightly speechless. “Consider it a leavin’ present.”

“Billy,” You mumble. “I can’t. I can’t let you cover that.” You try to reason, but there’s no shifting.

“If you want to repay me in some way,” He starts, moving closer toward you as you look up at him with a smile playing on your lips. “how about a real date sometime?”

Chuckling to yourself, you run your hands across the leather jacket, reaching into his pocket for a pen. “Meet me here, 8pm.” You scribble an address on a cigarette packet. “Tonight, don’t be late.” Leaning up, you kiss him on the cheek, hearing a sound of cheers in the garage as you head toward the door. “Thanks again, boys!” You cheerfully call out before blowing one last kiss to Billy, leaving him utterly speechless.

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livingmybestfictionallife · 5 years

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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.”

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