#its always ‘women find this attractive. not me though of course xx��

[melbush]

babygirl you’re so weird

[mistymark]

the one with the summer job [part one] // l.j.n

lee jeno x reader // summer camp au // 5.4k words

in which y/n needs work placement and finds herself working in an infirmary helping little kids, and one very injured jeno // masterlist // part of the Hideaway Hollow series // warnings: none? probably swearing, knowing me // part 1 of 4

“Why, why, why did I choose biomed, again?” You sighed, dropping your head onto the textbook that lay expectantly in front of you. Your friend hit you on the shoulder with her pen as you reached into your hoodie pocket to retrieve your phone, checking the time. You closed your eyes when you realised it was almost 11, the stress and panic having taken its toll on you. The library was open until the early hours of the morning, and there were still groups of students at every table studying intently, cups of cold coffee and energy drinks beside them, littered on the floor surrounding them, and in their backpacks.

“Because you’re a kind, smart individual who wants to help others feel better,” you friend stated optimistically, trying to push your head from where it lay against the textbook. Your notebook and various sheets of notes were sprawled around you, and, like the other students, an empty cup sat sadly beside your laptop. “Have you decided where you want to work over the summer?” she asked, leaning back in her chair and watching you expectantly.

“No,” you moaned miserably, having forgotten about the summer work positions until this very moment, being so focused on your studies. “Have you found yours?”

She jumped excitedly in her seat, “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You know how Dad owns those summer camps for kids that go on over the break?” She continued when you nodded your head, your forehead still pressed against the cool pages of your medicine textbook, “He said he could get me a work position there, running the books and everything.”

You looked up at your best friend proudly, “That’s fantastic! And working at a summer camp will be awesome, at least you’ll have people of all ages there.” You suddenly wished you had studied accounting like her, but remembering how bad you were when you took the subject in high school made you glad you’d chosen a subject you understood, even though it wasn’t really evident at the moment, as you had previously been rereading your notes, looking lost.

“It gets better!” She was practically bouncing in her seat now, and her excitement was spilling over to you, causing you to be eager for her to continue, “One of the assistant like, nurse people, just got sick and can’t come on camp ‘cause he might infect the other campers, right? Which means… there’s a position available for an assistant in the infirmary. And, if you want it, it’s yours!”

You were so grateful for your best friend right then, leaning over and hugging her tightly, “You’re such an angel, oh my God, of course I accept, thank you so much! And thank your dad for me, too. Oh my God, this is so much better than the GP office I was going to apply for.”

“I’ll get Dad to send you all the forms, though I technically may have already signed you up, so there shouldn’t be much for you to do,” she shot you a grin as she pulled out her laptop from its case, excitedly tapping her nails against its surface.

“Hey, babe,” your friend greeted you on the phone happily, and you smiled at the sound of her voice. She sounded distracted as she ‘uhh’d into the microphone.

“Hi, I don’t think I’ll be able to get there in time for orientation,” you said, dragging a heavy suitcase down the last flight of stairs in your building, looking up sadly at the other one that remained at the top of the staircase, glaring down at you.

“Oh no, what happened?” She asked, her attention suddenly on you.

“I can still come!” you reassured her. “I have to meet with one of my professors this morning before the break, because I might become a TA, but if I leave straight after I can make it there at around 11 tonight, and then do the orientation tomorrow morning, right?”

“I’m sure that’s fine,” she said, her voice suddenly distant, as if she had pushed the phone away from her face. “Sorry, I’m trying to help Dad organise his office now that everyone else is here… Did I mention this was the camp I attended?”

You smiled, rushing back up the stairs to grab your last suitcase, “You may have mentioned it a few times in the last couple of weeks. Anyway, I should go, but I’ll see you tonight!”

“Okay, I’ll wait up for you,” she grunted as she lifted something and then pulled the phone closer to her mouth, “Get here as soon as, Dad hired a lot of very attractive staff this year.” You could practically hear the smirk on her face.

“He certainly did,” a guy’s voice suddenly yelled into your ear, and you pulled the phone away at the sudden loud noise.

There was laughter on the other end of the phone, as your best friend’s voice returned, “Sorry, that was Jungkook, he’s one of the senior staff, don’t worry, you’ll meet him when you arrive, I’m sure. I’ll see you tonight, y/n, can’t wait!”

You said your goodbyes and hung up, grabbing your bags and pulling them out to your car, opening the trunk and loading everything up and then checking your watch to see how much time you had before your interview with your professor.

There was a ding in your pocket and you pulled out your phone, reading a text from your friend, ‘i forgot to tell u to bring a sleeping bag, you’ll need one xx’.

“Y/n!” There was a loud shout from the wraparound verandah of a large wooden cabin, and you saw your best friend sprinting down the few steps and out to meet your car as you parked. You got out of your car quickly, switching off the engine before getting out and hugging her. When you retracted your arms, you looked around the camp, unable to see very much in the dark light. She gestured for you to follow her into one of the largest cabins, “This is the administration office, and basically where I’ll be living for the next two months, but I’m just going to quickly let Dad know you’re here.”

She disappeared around a corner and you were left on the cute porch alone, the only outdoor porch with a light, apparently. You grabbed your suitcases, backpack, pillow and sleeping bag and dumped them on the deck as quietly as possible before sitting on the steps. Where you were from, there was a lot of light pollution, so you weren’t able to see many stars at night, but here… there were so many, and they were all so bright. You stared in awe at the night sky.

You looked at the sky until your friend came back, “Come on, I’ll show you where the staff stay.”

“We don’t stay in there?” You asked, gesturing to where she had gone.

“No, only the really important, like, senior staff stay there,” she grabbed one of your suitcases and your pillow, already lugging it away towards the staff cabin. “There’s always a light on so that campers can find their way if they’re really ill or lost or something, I don’t really know.” She shrugged, cocking her head in the direction she was walking, gesturing for you to follow her.

“How many people are staying in this cabin?” You walked beyond a path that led to 10 cabins, all arranged in a semi-circle around a fire pit. You noticed a light on in one of them, but you walked past nonetheless.

“Not many, but there are separate rooms, so you and I will be rooming together,” she spun in a circle to shoot you a happy smile, and your mood was instantly lifted knowing that you wouldn’t be sharing a bedroom with strangers for two months. When you finally arrived at the cabin, you realised it was nothing like the cabins you’d seen back at the main part of the camp, but rather one much larger, more modern version. The cabin was still made of wood, but there were three storeys, and the ground floor had a fully furnished kitchen and a large living room, complete with comfortable-looking couches and a flat screen TV, and what looked to be a gaming console.

The two of you silently agreed to go straight to bed, and she reminded you that you had to be awake early for a brief orientation in the morning by the Head Leaders, who “are, like, in charge of the other team leaders but they’re not senior enough to be actual counsellors or directors, so they’re still monitored and everything…yeah”.

The next morning, you woke up and drearily pulled yourself from your cosy bed, moving slowly to the bathroom to get dressed and ready for the day. You noticed an orange shirt had been placed on the end of your bed sometime throughout the night, but when you looked over to your friend for more information, you discovered she was still fast asleep.

You got dressed quickly and quietly, trying not to disturb your sleeping best friend and left the cabin with the soft click of the door, making sure you had your room key with you. Downstairs, the older staff were eating their breakfasts, a feast of eggs and bacon, cereals, different kinds of toast and pancakes. They all greeted you merrily, wearing similar camp shirts to you, but instead of being orange, they were all wearing a deep pine green colour. You suddenly felt very obviously out of place. Older men and women bustled about, grabbing their breakfasts and things for the day before leaving to head to the main camp, but a group of younger-looking guys sat at a large wooden kitchen table.

Awkwardly, you sat down next to a guy in a black jacket and cap, his green shirt peeking out from the collar, and grabbed some toast, reaching over him, “Sorry.”

He laughed good-naturedly, “No need to apologise.” He pulled his hand up from under the table, “I’m Jungkook.”

You raised your eyebrows in shock, before grinning easily back at him and shaking his hand, “Oh! I’m Y/n, I believe we spoke on the phone?”

He smiled at you and nodded, “Did you just get here? I swear I didn’t see you yesterday.”

“Oh, I arrived late last night. I have to meet the Head Leaders at the administrations cabin in ten minutes, but I don’t know where it is,” you said shyly, continuing to eat your toast.

“Easy, we can show you,” he gestured to the group of guys surrounding him at the table. “This is Taehyung, Jimin, Hobi and Yoongi. We’re all semi-experienced, so if you need anything we can definitely help you.”

You smiled thankfully at them, “Wow, that’s so nice of you guys, thank you. Do any of you know who’s working in the infirmary? I haven’t met anyone.”

The guy Jungkook had introduced as Hobi stuck his hand up excitedly, “I am! There’s two experienced doctors that we have on call, but I’m your first aid man. You’ve got experience, right? If you’re working the infirmary this year?” You nodded, and, if it was possible, his smile got bigger, “Great! The last guy we had in the infirmary was absolutely useless, he had no first aid training at all and- “

“Hey!” One of the other boys, Yoongi, you thought, spoke up, leaning over the table to hit Hobi. “I wasn’t that bad! And I was filling in for someone, it’s not like I was meant to be there.”

The rest of the boys were laughing, until Jimin grabbed his phone and said, “Oh shit, Y/n, you’re going to be late if you don’t leave now. Jungkook, you take her to the admin cabin, Taehyung and I can clear up everything.”

You shouted out a quick ‘thank you!’ as Jungkook pushed you out the door, walking speedily towards the main part of camp. In the day light, you could see the whole camp, and you were mesmerised. The cabins that you had seen arranged in a semi-circle all had different coloured rooves, and a sign above the doorway painted with the cabin’s name. The fire pit was black from a recent fire, and the lake beyond sparkled invitingly. Each cabin was a clean, light coloured wood, and they stood proudly, awaiting their campers.

You could see some of the team leaders sitting in the mess hall as the door opened, and two emerged, one tall, older looking boy and a much shorter girl, who talked to him animatedly. Your friend was right, they had hired very attractive staff this year.

Jungkook saw you watching them with interest and waved, “Hey! Jisoo, Jeno! Morning!”

They both looked your way and smiled, calling back greetings. You met Jeno’s eyes, and gave him a small, shy wave before continuing to follow Jungkook’s lead to the Main Cabin, feeling the weight of them both looking at you.

Jungkook dropped you off at Main Cabin’s entrance, before walking inside to begin his own work. He’d told you cheekily whilst you were walking that he wanted to get in early and take all the fun activities for the summer before his older friends got them. He saluted you as he walked past again, wishing you good luck as the two Head Leaders walked up towards the porch.

“Hi, you must be Y/n,” the boy said, giving you an innocent smile and handing you a clipboard with all the information you required for the summer on it. “I’m Mark, and this is my co-Head Leader, n/n.”

The girl shook your hand politely and begun to explain the basics of the camp and your tasks for the summer, and you listened eagerly. You learnt that the two of them were similar in age to you, and were also currently studying at college, which meant that the three of you got along really well.

They dropped you off at the infirmary, a quaint cabin with large windows and a beautiful view of the lake; the back porch hung out over the water slightly. Hobi was already there waiting for you, and he made sure to say goodbye to the Leaders before explaining more thoroughly what your roles in the infirmary were. “It kind of sucks that if a kid gets food poisoning at 2am, we have to be awake to deal with it, and let me tell you, it happens more than it should, but other than that, infirmary’s not that big of a deal,” Hobi shrugged, before flipping open a clipboard that contained a checklist of supplies that were required in the cabin.

“Do you need help with that?” you asked, eyeing the clipboard of at least ten sheets of paper, each with a list of materials. Inventory had to be a boring, monotonous job.

He looked up from his list, smiling at you, “Oh, yes, thank you.” As you worked, you learnt more about Hobi, and he was happy to discuss his college life, as well as the partner he had back in the city, and how he had met all of his best friends through this camp. You smiled softly as you listened, thoroughly going through the cupboards, and making sure to respond to his questions.

You were pretty happy to say that working in the infirmary was really fun, and despite most days being slow, you almost always had a kid come in by lunch time with a red face and a distressed team leader. By the second week of camp, you’d met almost every staff member, spent your lunchtimes with your best friend on the lake’s jetty eating delicious meals prepared by one of the cooks, and developed new and exciting friendships with the older staff. You had to admit; this summer program was a fantastic idea.

It only got better when you’d run into Jeno. You’d seen him around quite a bit, and were lucky enough to have dinner with the team leaders every night, and you couldn’t help the growing attraction you had towards the guy. He would always smile at your warmly as he passed you, his eyes turning into small crescent moons, and he always made sure to include you in the conversations the Team Leaders were having, making sure to always sit beside you at mealtimes.

On the Thursday of your second week in the infirmary, he’d brought in a sobbing nine year old boy, who’d hurt his wrist during archery. Hobi checked over the injury with ease, and the boy was smiling and eating a lollipop happily within fifteen minutes.

That meant you had fifteen minutes to talk to Jeno, uninterrupted. He was pretty distracted, constantly checking over your shoulder to monitor his camper’s injury, but when you assured him it was probably just the string of the bow hitting it too many times, he relaxed.

“He’s going to be fine, you know,” you stated, moving to stand beside him and providing an unobstructed view of Hobi and the younger boy.

“I know,” Jeno said, before glancing at you, a small smile making its way onto his face. “It’s just that… Philip’s my favourite.”

You were confused for a moment, before realising that the boy’s name must be Philip, and you laughed, “Ah, so your worry isn’t for his health, it’s just panic that your favourite won’t like you anymore.”

He fought back his smile, instead feigning hurt, “No, I care very deeply for all my campers, how dare you accuse me of favouritism.” He made a silly face as he spoke, and you noticed the green wristband on his arm slid down as he crossed his arms over his chest.

This caused you to giggle and you tried to be quiet as to not distract Hobi, “Sure, Greenie. Not to be rude, but I’m pretty sure either Red or Orange are like, guaranteed to win camp favourite this year.”

He turned to look at you, furrowing his eyebrows, “You know about camp favourites?”

Now it was you that feigned hurt, “I’m new, I’m not an idiot. And, yeah, you know y/f/n? Her Dad runs the place, so I’ve heard quite a bit about it.”

“Ah, well,” he began pacing the small space distractedly as he talked, swinging his legs as he turned around, “Jaemin’s partner, the Red Leader, was camp favourite last year, and she’s determined to win it again this year, but Jaemin’s super competitive and wants to beat her. I’m pretty sure he’s just using it as an excuse to flirt with her, though.”

You smiled, having seen them together around camp, oftentimes looking to be flirting, but you were never certain, as you were pretty sure Jaemin flirted with anything that had a pulse, including the older staff, the guys (I mean, hey, you could respect if he swung that way) and yourself.

“You’re all good to go, little buddy,” Hobi gave Philip a high five and let him walk towards Jeno, a lollipop hanging from his mouth. Hobi then pulled out a small form that needed filling out from a drawer, giving the details of the injury and what he did to help, ready to give it to Main at the end of the day.

“Jeno, can we go back to archery now?” Philip whined, now apparently eager to do it again.

Jeno nodded and grinned at you, heading for the exit to follow the younger boy out, before spinning around at the last moment, “You’re coming to the bonfire tomorrow night, yeah?”

You looked up from your work, “Uh, yeah, I think so.”

He nodded, “Good.”

“I can’t believe that’s the first group gone,” your best friend stated, watching as the last of the cars drove out of the carpark, the parents pulling onto the main road with excited children in the back seat. One kid waved to her as she stood on the porch, whilst you sat comfortably on the steps.

“I can’t believe how accident prone kids are,” you said, rifling through the pages Hobi had given you to hand off the Admin Senior Squad (also known as the ASSes), which, in your opinion, was really poorly named by Taehyung.

Your friend turned on you, “Lighten up, tonight is the first big bonfire, and we’re going night swimming!”

“In the lake?” you asked, suddenly unsure. Your years of science classes had taught you about the many hazards that could be present in the lake’s water. You wrinkled your nose at the thought.

“Where else?” she raised an eyebrow at you. “Come on, it can’t be that bad. Besides, you’ll get to see Jeno shirtless.”

You were taken aback by her comment, physically shying away from her, “I don’t- I wasn’t – what are you talking about?”

She laughed, “You forget I’ve known you for years. I can tell when you’re into someone.”

You straightened your back, uncomfortably stretching your neck in order to clarify, “I’m not INTO him, I just think he’s cute.”

“Sure, Y/n, and I’m secretly hooking up with a staff member,” she sighed, a small smile evident on her face, stepping inside Main. “Do you want to go to the girls’ sleepover tonight? I’m pretty sure Pink is hosting once everyone’s cleaned up their cabins.”

You shrugged, “Yeah, sounds good. I’ve missed having girls my age around. And, before you say anything, you’re like 85 at heart, so, no, you don’t count.”

She pulled a face and hit you lightly across the arm, “Whatever. Oh, are you busy tonight? If Hobi hasn’t got you doing anything, can you drop of the spare toiletries to all the cabins? Dad wants me to do the rounds, but I haven’t finished the finances for this week and he’ll kill me if I don’t get at least one thing finished.” You laughed with her, nodding and stepping up to grab the bag of toilet amenities; soaps, toilet paper, paper towel, cleaning wipes, fragrant spray, and small first aid replacements – all simple necessities that each cabin was required to be equipped with.

You started at Pink cabin, which was directly opposite White, the cabins holding the seven and eight year olds. You presumed it was best to keep them separated, as they were oftentimes the loudest of all the cabins, from what you’d seen in the past two weeks. The Head Leader opened the door and looked as if she were about to cry, and you immediately stepped inside to help. The cabin was a right mess; you were unsure how such a mess could be left after all the kids had cleared out, taking all their belongings with them.

“Can you take the mattress protectors for me, please?” She asked, struggling to scrape off a hard, previously very sticky substance, on the floor of the cabin.

“Of course, I’ll do it during my toiletries round,” you assured her, gathering the protectors and dumping them outside onto a porch seat.

“You’re a lifesaver, thank you,” she said, helping you unload the amenities.

You moved onto the next few cabins, dropping off the products before moving on. You arrived at Green, and were somehow really surprised when Jeno opened the door, almost as if you had forgotten which cabin he was in. He had changed out of the camp shirt, and was now wearing a plain white T-shirt, letting his black hair flop down over his forehead and a pair of thin-framed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. For a moment, you were unsure what to say, “Housekeeping?”

You were worried he wouldn’t get the joke, but sure enough a wide, amused grin made its way onto his face as he shook his head at you, pushing the door open with one hand to allow you to duck under his arm and enter the cabin.

He’d already cleaned most of it, the bathroom was the only part he hadn’t got to yet. You wolf whistled jokingly at his efforts, as he had obviously achieved a lot more than the other leaders, and dumped your bag on the ground to help him stock the small bathroom cupboards. Each cabin had a tiny bathroom; just a sink and a toilet, whereas showers were located elsewhere.

When you’d finished, he flopped down onto one of the beds, “Do you know when the campfire is?”

You checked your watch, “Two hours from now?”

He groaned, grabbing his pillow and pulling it over his face, “You know, we’re supposed to go night swimming tonight.”

You wrinkled your nose, “I heard.”

He noticed your slightly disgusted tone and sat up on his elbows, letting the pillow fall away and sit neatly beside him, “You got a problem with lakes, Doc?”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, “What I’ve got a problem with is your attitude.”

“Oooooh, sticks and stones, y/n,” he clutched his heart dramatically. After a moment, he turned to face you again, “So you’re not coming with us?”

“No, I’m coming,” you smiled at his expression. You couldn’t quite pick his emotion, but you didn’t dwell on it. “I’m just not sure about whether I should swim or not. I could conduct a few tests easily before our next opportunity-“

“Another two weeks from now?” He groaned again, the sound contradicting the smile on his face. “Come on, Doc, how bad can it be?”

You sent him a smile, using your index finger to point matter-of-factly as you began pacing the floor beside his bed, “I’m glad you asked; VERY bad. Do you know what that water could contain? It could-“

“Jeno?” There was a call from the other side of the door, and Jeno stood up to answer it, lightly brushing his arm against you as he walked past. When he opened the door, Jisoo began talking rapidly, “Hey, I just wanted to know if you’re still planning on coming night swimming with us tonight.”

Jeno glanced back at you with a smirk before focusing back on Jisoo, “I don’t know. Could be dangerous.”

She looked confusedly at him and then noticed you behind him, her eyes widening, “Oh, well. Um, either way, I hope you can come. And, you, too, Y/n.”

You waved, “Thanks, Jisoo.” She promptly turned around and walked back down the steps towards her own cabin.

“I thought Jisoo was Renjun’s partner,” you said, sitting down on the floor to organise and inventory the leftover amenities. This was normally a job you’d do back at Main, but for the rest of the summer, you found yourself doing it in Green.

He smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but feel as if he was accusing you of something, a glint in his eye as he turned away from you to go through one of his suitcases, “She is. But, I think she thinks I’m her partner sometimes.” He chuckled, rifling through his bag.

When you were finished with the toiletries, you grabbed the mattress protectors the Head had given you, and bid him goodbye, after promising you’d see him later (but not necessarily to swim).

After a noisy dinner in the mess hall, everyone shouted excitedly as they returned to their cabins to get changed. It was only the start of summer, but it was already really hot, so the weather in the evening was perfect for swimming. Despite your earlier protests about the lake, you put on your swimsuit anyway, pulling a short black dress on over the top. Making sure you’d packed your towel, and inserting a small antiseptic spray into your bag at the last minute, you turned around excitedly to look at your best friend, who was still getting dressed, “Come onnnnn. It might actually be night by the time you’re ready.”

“I’m sorry not all of us are desperate enough to get changed in a second because we’re so excited to see a boy,” she teased you back, poking out her tongue childishly.

You laughed and flicked her towel towards her, making a satisfying whacking noise, before stuffing it into her own bag. You ignored her comment, “Are the other guys coming? Jungkook and the other ASSes?”

She snorted at the nickname, “Uh, no. Typically, these nights are just for the leaders, but since most of them are our age, they invited us anyway.”

When she was finally ready to go, you let her lead you down a path using a flashlight. You found that you weren’t going to the area of the lake you’d seen the campers heading, but rather onto a path that circled the lake. You walked for a few minutes through some trees, until you heard you best friend mumble a “yes”, as she stepped out into a clearing.

The small section of the lake that had been turned into the leader’s night swimming location was almost set up like a beach. There was a large deposit of soft sand, on this side of the lake, and you could see a bonfire somewhere off the lake’s edge. A small jetty jutted out towards a deck a few metres above the bedrock in the lake, floating calmly.

It looked as though all the team leaders had arrived, and most were standing around talking, waiting for the sun to set fully for night swimming.

“Hi, guys!” Your best friend excitedly bounced over to where Donghyuck, Mark and the other Head were talking, greeting the other female leaders as she passed.

You were unsure where to join in, so opted to walk to a small spot to put down your belongings on the beach. When you turned around, Jeno was standing beside you, peering into your bad, “Where’s all the testing equipment, Doc?” He immediately began laughing at his own joke, and you found yourself laughing along with him, despite the fact that you hadn’t even found the joke remotely funny.

“Left it back in the lair,” you shrugged, looking at your bag. You turned around and surveyed the scene in front of you, “What have I missed so far? Care to fill me in?”

He crossed his arms and examined the group, sucking his lips in and scrunching his face up before looking back at you, “Not much; Donghyuck has been complaining about this being lame, Renjun has been arguing with my partner for the last fifteen minutes over God knows what, the two Heads have been off doing whatever – they arrived like a minute before you – and Jaemin, Jisoo and I have just been hanging out, waiting for you to arrive.”

You felt a small blush creep up your neck when he said he’d been waiting for you, though you tried to oppress it; they’d probably all been waiting so the real fun could begin. You pointed to where your best friend was talking to Donghyuck, “Yeah, well, she takes a very long time to get ready in the morning. Chuck in a day of financing work, and she’s EXTRA slow. Frankly, I didn’t even think she could go any slower.”

He laughed, opening his mouth to say something before Jisoo walked over, “Hey, Y/n. Jeno, here you go.” She handed him a cup of… well, something, and stood expectantly waiting for someone to say something.

“When are we going to actually swim?” She asked no one in particular, despite looking at Jeno most of the time.

He looked towards Mark, before shouting across the beach, “Mark! We ready to swim?”

Mark looked confused, cupping his ear with his hand, and Jeno yelled again. The second time, however, Mark leaned back and smiled in understanding, before shooting the younger boy a quick thumbs up and clapping his hands together, walking towards where the rest of the group was huddled, not too far from where you were currently standing with Jisoo and Jeno.

“Alright, children, into the water!” He gestured dramatically towards the lake, as if the leaders were kids who needed to be shown where to go.

Instantly, the group began whooping and undressing to swim, and you shyly looked away as Jeno removed his shirt, tugging it over his head.

Jisoo began to remove her t-shirt and jean shorts, “This is going to be so much fun!”

Jeno tossed his shirt to the side, placing his hands on his hips he turned to you, “You’re coming in with me.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him, slowly removing the straps of your dress from your shoulders, “Bold of you to assume I would listen to your demands.”

He watched as you tucked your dress into your bag, “Was I wrong in my assumptions, though?”

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English Girls [Billy Hargrove]

Fandom ; Stranger Things

Pairings ; Billy Hargrove x English!Reader, slight Steve Harrington x English!Reader

Summary ; You’re just as much of a player as Billy Hargrove and you’re out to let him know that

Warning(s) ; brief mention/description of sexual activities, slight voyeurism, swearing, some derogatory remarks about women, slight asshole!Billy

Word Count ; 2.9k+

Author’s Note ; This is one of the strangest things I’ve ever written, though I actually quite liked it. I know the Steve in this fic isn’t the most accurate, but this is purely fanfiction and nothing is accurate anyway. Let me know if you want to get tagged in my writings. Enjoy xx 

| based off the song ‘English Girls’ by The Maine |

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He said,"Smoke whatever you've got left, it's getting late and we don't have much to lose."

Well she said,"English girls they just like sex."

I couldn't believe when he said 

"I've got news for you, American boys do too."

A red car rolled into the parking lot of Hawkins High and as it turned in, everyone’s heads turned to give it a glance; including Billy. Billy observed how the wheels of the mystery car reflected the sunlight, showing off how sparkly clean and shiny they were, and how the candy red colour stood out from everyone else’s dull and boring vehicles. Except his, of course. Billy had always thought his car was pretty, but in the moment it had seemed that this new mystery student’s ride had taken his car’s number one position in the beauty pageant.

“Woah, check that out,” Max gasped. “It looks so cool.” Billy grunted at that. “It’s not that good looking,” he scoffed, pulling a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and shoving an unlit joint into his mouth, letting it hang out between his lips. Max glanced at her step-brother and quirked an eyebrow. “Of course it isn’t,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. Billy’s head snapped to hers quickly and he stared her down. “What’d you say, little shit?” Max’s eyes widened when she realised that he had heard her comment and she immediately turned around, hopping onto her skateboard and flying off towards the middle school, desperately wanting to avoid Billy’s wrath. 

Billy would deny it to his deathbed, but he was clearly thoroughly impressed by the bright 1964 Chevrolet Impala; until it pulled up right next to his car. Billy squinted as he attempted to peer through the sun-reflected windows to see who the naive person was, bold enough to park next to Billy Hargrove’s car. He placed his hands on his belt, puffing out his chest as he took on his gangster stance to intimidate whoever was going to come out of the pretty vehicle, but to his surprise, a girl stepped out. 

A tight denim skirt hugged her hips perfectly, showing off her curves; her chest was covered by a tight bralette in a similar shade to her car. A leather jacket was thrown over her shoulders, expensive Ray Bans resting on the bridge of her nose, long locks held back by a red bandana headband. Black leather combat boots matching her jacket were worn on her feet, and it made a satisfying crunch as it made contact with the gravel ground when she stepped out. 

Billy was surprised by the sight in front of him, and his shoulders slumped ever so slightly; his jaw dropping when he caught sight of the gorgeous dame. She caught sight of Billy in front of her and she tugged off her sunglasses, staring at him icily. “Can I help you?”

Billy was immediately thrown off by her thick accent. “You British?”

She raised her eyebrows, slamming the door of her precious car shut. “English,” she replied curtly, brushing by him without so much of a glance at the mullet-wearing boy. Billy got a whiff of her perfume as she walked by him. Roses and vanilla. He didn’t say much as she passed him by, his eyes raked down the length of her body, stopping at her hips as they swayed in the most sensual way with every step she took. 

Billy smirked a little to himself as he yanked the unused cigarette out of his mouth and discarded it on the ground. Now this girl was someone he really wanted to get in his bed.

-

The fucking new kid was going to be the death of Billy Hargrove. In just a week, Y/N L/N had the entire male student body of Hawkins High wrapped around her finger; and there were rumours going around that she had already slept with the whole basketball team. Apparently Billy was the only guy on the team that she hadn’t had sex with. Apparently she was really good in bed and gave amazing blowjobs. And apparently even Steve Harrington had gotten it on with her; and Billy figured that was true, because he saw her getting into Steve’s BMW a few days after arriving to Hawkins High. Then Steve turned up to school the next day with a dumbass smile and a hickey on his neck. 

Y/N had officially beaten Billy Hargrove’s record of sleeping with the most number of people in the shortest time. And Billy loathed her for it. 

First, she had a nicer car than him. Then, she beat his sex record, and now she was the Ruler of Hawkins. She’d pretty much stripped Billy of his entire reputation. 

Billy had decided to confront the new chick, teach her a lesson, intimidate her a little. Yeah, she was hot, but that didn’t mean she was entitled to taking everything away from him. Billy stood at his camaro after school, leaning against the hood as he waited for her to turn up to her car, which was still parked next to his. 

Then he saw her approaching, and he raised an eyebrow when he saw Liam Carpenter glued to her side, following her. Like most of their run-ins, Y/N ignored the boy, not wanting to pay attention to him. She couldn’t deny that he was easily one of the most attractive boys at Hawkins, but she had learned of his reputation pretty quickly. He was competition, and there was no way she was going to sleep with the enemy. No matter how much she wanted to. 

“L/N,” Billy’s deep voice spoke up as she passed by him to get into her car. He didn’t bother turning around to look at her. Liam paused and both Y/N and him exchanged glances. “Hargrove,” she greeted coldly, not quite wanting to stick around to hold a conversation with him. 

“You should watch out.” 

Billy’s words made Y/N pause and she narrowed her eyes at him. “What’re you talking about, Hargrove?” she asked. Billy turned around and glared at her. “You better take a few steps backwards. What? You think you run the school now just because you have money and a banging body?” he seethed. “I run this school, L/N.”

Y/N stared at the boy for a while, before she threw her head back and let out a sarcastic laugh. Billy kept his eyes trained on her as he growled. “Aw, baby, you jealous you ain’t popular anymore?” she taunted. “I do what I fucking want, Hargrove. It’s not my problem you’re now expired.”

Her accent was thick and noticeable in every word she spoke, and Billy would be lying if he said he didn’t find her accent fucking hot. But he covered up his attraction with a menacing stare. His jaw clenched, and breathed out heavily but didn’t say anything further. Y/N lips curled into a grin, and she blew a kiss at him. “Don’t get too riled up, babe. I’ll see you around,” she drawled. 

With that, she got into her car and sped off with her new boy toy. 

- 

Y/N was pressed against the wall by Steve fucking Harrington, his slimy hands were on her, caressing the bare skin on her waist. She had on a tight black, satin dress that hugged her curvy body; It was a halter-collared dress, so it failed to show off any cleavage, but it was so short that she had her ass to display to everyone anyway. Her hair was pulled up into messy bun, lips fiery red and eyes smokey. Billy stood across the room watching as Harrington enjoyed himself with her. He whispered something into her ear, earning himself a giggle. Billy, on the other hand, wasn’t too happy. 

Billy didn’t even know why. Maybe it was because she was hot, and he was just pissed at the fact that he was one of the only guys who hadn’t gotten a chance to touch her yet. Or maybe he just hated Steve. Could be both. 

As the weeks went by, Billy had found himself more and more attracted to the English beauty. He wanted Y/N underneath him, whimpering and crying out his name while he rammed into her over and over again. He wanted to fuck her in his bed, but he also wanted to strangle her to death. She was both annoying and hot, and Billy hated himself for even liking his new nemesis in the first place.

He wasn’t the only one though, Billy caught the glances she threw to him every now and then; and when she was sure he was watching, she’d wiggle her ass, adjust her top to show more cleavage or do some teasing shit that would make Billy get a hard-on right in the middle of the hallway. She wanted him just as bad as he wanted her, even though both of them hated each other. She had imagined his fingers in her countless times, pretended that whatever guy that was busy pounding into her was the mullet-headed boy; she needed him badly. 

However, both Billy and Y/N’s egos were the size of the universe, and there was no way in hell either of them were going to be the first one to give in. That was considered losing. 

He watched as Steve’s hands trailed down her body and gripped at her ass, massaging it as he continued to whisper things to her. Probably some lewd shit. But whatever it was, she seemed to be enjoying it, as she continuously laughed at whatever he was saying and toyed with the belt loops of his jeans. Billy’s hand tightened around his beer bottle and his jaw clenched as he continued to burn holes into the side of her head. Then she turned around and her eyes met Billy’s. 

A coy smirk made its way onto her face, and she reached up and whispered something to Steve, and then their lips were together. His hand snaked down under her dress and Y/N’s mouth dropped open in pleasure, giving off the message that Steve’s fingers were clearly inside her. She clearly had no qualms about getting fingered in the middle of a public space. Billy flushed red as he gripped his bottle so tight his knuckles turned white. He tried to turn away, but his eyes stared glued onto both his enemies. Eventually, he saw her grab onto Steve’s hand, and drag him through the crowd into the middle of the living room, where everyone was dancing, and she wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck as she began to sway her hips to music. 

Billy growled and took a swig of his beer, turning away and making a beeline towards the backyard. He knew what she was doing; trying to rile him up and get him all flustered and mad. But he wouldn’t pay attention to her. Billy was smarter than that. 

He stood outside, discarding his bottle and lighting up a cigarette to rid himself of frustration. His eyes scanned the yard, casually observing all the party-goers; making out, smoking, drinking, throwing up or doing some sort of dumbass dare. Twats. 

“You got a light to spare, Hargrove?” 

Billy’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull when he recognised the English accent. “No,” he rejected, not bothering to glance back at the girl. He tensed up when he felt her hand on his jacket clad shoulder, giving him a little massage. He smacked her hands away. “The fuck is your problem, L/N? Can’t you keep your slutty hands to yourself for one second?” he spat, whipping around and pushing her away, much to her surprise. He got up in her face, towering over the foreigner as he stared her down. She looked a lot sexier up close as she gazed up at him flirtatiously, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, clearly not that much affected by his aggression. 

“Why are you mad, Hargrove? All I did was ask for a light.”

“I know what you’re fucking doing, L/N,” he growled, sending shivers down her spine at the domineering tone of his voice. “I’m not giving in. You can go back to fucking Harrington in the living room.”

She quirked an eyebrow and grinned at him mischievously. “Oh, so you were watching me and Steve?” Her hand moved up Billy’s chest and her pointer finger curled around one of Billy’s curls. “Did you enjoy the show?” she purred.

Billy narrowed his eyes at her but stayed silent. He did like seeing her face twisted in pleasure, but he certainly did not like the fact that it was Steve’s fingers inside of her and not his. 

“He’s reeaaally good, you know, Hargrove?” Y/N giggled. “His fingers always feel amazing, he knows just what to do with them.”

Billy stared at her menacingly, silently warning her to shut up, but she continued with her lewd descriptions of Steve and her’s activities in the bedroom, until Billy’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her forward so he could bring his face down level with hers. 

“You want a fucking light? You can have mine. Now shut the fuck up.”

Billy plucked his cigarette from his lips and shoved it between Y/N’s red lips. He released his harsh grip on her wrists, turning round and pulling out a new stick to light up. 

“Jealous, Hargrove?” she asked, sauntering up to him and leaning against the pole opposite him. Billy scoffed. “Don’t let your ego inflate too much there. Only a rabbit would be jealous of you.”

“Not me. You’re jealous of Harrington, aren’t you?”

Billy ignored the girl, focusing on his cigarette as he puffed out smoke. “You want to be the one fucking me,” she continued, smirking. “I don’t blame you, really. If you want me, you can just say it, you know?”

Billy laughed. “Sure thing, princess. I’ll hit you up once my collection of whores get stale, but I don’t think I need to point out that every girl in Hawkins wants me, so you may need to wait quite a while for my phone call,” he shot back.

“Every girl, huh? You may need to double check your data or the source you’re getting that information from, because last time I checked, I didn’t want to fuck you.”

Billy’s lips curled up into a cheeky smile and he licked his lips as he stared at her flirtatiously. “You may not want to fuck me, but you may want to suck me off. Or have my tongue in you.”

Y/N stared at him, clearly at a loss for words as she failed to come up with another comeback. Billy celebrated inside a little. She turned away from him, looking straight ahead while she continued smoking on the rest of Billy’s old cigarette. 

Billy cleared his throat. “So which part of the UK are you from?” he asked casually. 

Y/N rolled her eyes. “What are we? Friends now? What’s with the small talk?”

“No need to be so harsh, I was just trying to be nice but if you want me to be an asshole then sure.”

She kept silent for a while before she turned to Billy, glancing up at him. “I said I’m English. I’m from England. Birmingham.”

“Why did you move to the US then? Especially a shit town like Hawkins? Why didn’t you move to California or some shit?”

“What is this, an interrogation session?” she questioned. Billy glared at her. “I’m just asking. Stop being such a bitch about everything.” Y/N shrugged, puffing out some smoke. “I can’t help being a bitch around people I don’t like,” she sighed. Billy rolled his eyes at that. 

“Mom died. Dad wanted a ‘fresh start’ as if running away from a place was going to suddenly make us forget about all the bad stuff,” Y/N stated nonchalantly. “I didn’t want to leave, but nobody in the rest of our family would take in a screw up like me, so here I am.”

Billy stayed silent as he listened to her and when she finished, he chuckled. “Huh, funny. I have the exact same story.” Y/N looked at him and raised her eyebrows, almost in disbelief. “Looks like we actually have somethin’ in common, princess,” Billy winked, throwing his cigarette on the floor and stepping on it to put it out.

And for the first time that night, Y/N cracked a genuine smile. Not a sarcastic one, not a flirty one; but a real smile of happiness. It disappeared just as quick as it appeared, unfortunately. She looked a lot prettier when she wasn’t marching around with a mask over her face, Billy thought. He dismissed that thought quickly though. It was clear that both of them weren’t ones to discuss cheesy affairs of the heart.

“So, uh... what’s the deal with all your little boy toys?” Billy asked, moving over to lean against the pole next to her. Y/N didn’t make a move to push him away. “You trying to find a good guy to be friends with benefits with? Numb the pain? Or...”

She shrugged as she finished smoking, putting out the joint underneath her heel like Billy had done with his boot. “Oh, I’m English. And in case you didn’t know, English girls just really like sex, Hargrove.”

Billy bit on his bottom lip as he looked down at the girl, who gazed at him sultrily, with the same seductive look in her eyes that Billy had. “Well I’ve got news for you, sweetheart, American boys do too.”

With that, she grabbed onto his hand and both of them bolted into the house and up the stairs, flinging themselves at each other when they found privacy in an empty bedroom.  

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