#st billy Hargrove x reader

[why-what-no]

Nobody is Better

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Severe relationship issues, Breaking up and Making up, Swearing, Angst With A Happy Ending

Summary: Billy and his gf break up over an argument about another girl, and Billy runs away directly into that girl’s arms. Later realizing that he just lost the best thing he ever had and needed to quickly fix what he had broken

Requested by: @mothshabby (I’m so sorry this took so long to post babe, totally my fault)

Looking back, it had all seemed so suspicious. To the point where (Y/N) couldn’t have even believed that she hadn’t taken the time to prepare herself emotionally for the inevitable breakup. For the moment that she confronted Billy and he admitted that his eyes had strayed to another girl.

He hadn’t even done anything with the girl, barely spoken to her. But the idea, the idea of Billy choosing some other girl (and this girl, she was so pretty and popular, so lovely and interesting) over (Y/N), it seemed so obvious to her. Of course he would do that.

He brushed off her worrying at first, laughing it off which only hurt her even more. How dare he think this didn’t mean anything, how dare he think he didn’t betray her. The discussion only turned into an argument from there, until voices were raised and unkind things were said.

Finally…

“You know what, okay then!” Billy shouted, hands raised like he was surrendering, even though (Y/N) knew he would never let her win if he could help it. “If you want me to be fucking her so badly, then sure. We’re done, she’ll clearly be a better girlfriend than you anyway, if you react this way if I ever so much as look in the direction of some other way.”

That sentence, that “she’ll be better than you”, practically knocked the wind out of (Y/N)‘s chest. She froze up, unmoving with blurry eyes as Billy stormed out of her home, slamming the door behind him.

As soon as the house was silent, as soon as she was alone, she crumpled to the floor like a empty can, feeling (fittingly) like garbage as she sobbed into the carpet.

***

She didn’t have contact with him for weeks after that. He got together with the other girl, of course. Immediately after his breakup, he was seen with that pretty girl that broke (Y/N)’s heart.

And the worst part was that she couldn’t even feel angry at the girl. It wasn’t her fault, she probably didn’t even know. And who wouldn’t want to be with Billy. They were a match made in heaven.

No, it was all Billy and (Y/N)’s stupid fucking argument that had ruined the best relationship of her life. Not some girl that had been pushed into the middle of things.

***

But somehow, that wasn’t the end of it. No matter how much she didn’t ever want to see him again.

Several weeks after the argument, he called her, asking her to meet up to talk. She had wanted to say no, having seen him with the girl and feeling like her heart was trying to claw it’s way out of her chest every time.

(Y/N) just wanted to avoid him, wanted to put him memory to rest as if he had died and left her a widow. But she couldn’t resist the dark curiosity, the lovely pain of being face to face with him.

He stopped by her house that weekend, with her permission.

***

Her family was at work, or shopping, or something else. It didn’t matter. All that matters was that they wouldn’t be there to hear whatever words passed between the former loves.

He stood across from her, kicking his foot nervously against the carpet. She was in the chair, glancing at him quickly before staring at her hands.

“So…” He started. “(Y/N)…”

“How is she? Your pretty girl.” (Y/N) interrupted, hearing her voice crack as she spit out the question. It left Billy at a loss for words for a second.

“She’s not… I never called her tha-” Pretty girl was always Billy’s name for (Y/N). He couldn’t believe that she thought that he would ever use it on another person. “She and I are done. We were barely even a thing.”

That surprised (Y/N). She had assumed from the last thing that he said to her that Billy’s new relationship was going to be so very happy.

“But… you said…”

“I miss you.” He sank to his knees in front of her chair, looking up at her. Entrancing her with his gorgeous blue eyes. “I never should have walked that door. Never should have argued with you.”

“You said that she was better than me.”

He looked heartbroken at her words. Fully realizing how much he had hurt her. “No, baby. No way. Nobody is better than you. It’s not true. I didn’t mean it.”

“Then when did you say it?” She could feel herself beginning to cry, holding back full sobs as to not be too loud to hear his words.

“I just couldn’t believe you thought I ever wanted to be with anyone else. I thought you had known that you were better than anything I deserved.” He knew it was a terrible excuse, but he was so sorry that he hadn’t let her know this when the argument first began. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore, that you were just pushing me onto some other girl because you didn’t want to deal with me anymore.”

“That’s not…”

“I know, I know I’m not always a great boyfriend. I’m not a great person. And the whole time we were together I was just so scared that you would realize that and leave. And so I ended up leaving instead, and it was so fucking stupid of me to do that.”

It felt so good for Billy to get that off his chest, but it felt awful to have to do it in such a terrible situation. When he had to beg the greatest love of his life to take him back after he broke her heart.

He knew she probably shouldn’t accept him. And he certainly wouldn’t blame her for telling him to never speak to him again.

Billy was aware he would never be truly happy again if she did that. Never satisfied with life. Never meeting anyone that he loved as much as her. But he wouldn’t tell her that yet, not wanting to guilt her into a relationship. Not that awful of a person.

He wrapped his arms around her as she cried, expecting her to push him away but surprised to feel her clinging to his chest.

“Tell me you won’t leave again.” He could hear her murmur, her voice muffled by his shirt.

“Oh sweetheart.” He whispered and kissed the top of her head, feeling like he was about to cry as well. “Never. You’re all I want. Nothing else.”

Taglist: @dark-academia-slut @silverhart93

[floredaqueen]

Tease Pt. 2

Hargrove's Revenge

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Please enjoy, lol

[justsomerandomfanfic]

In The Summer Heat - Billy Hargrove X Female Reader

Title: In The Summer Heat

Billy Hargrove X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother (Mentioned), Billy's mother (Mentioned), and high schoolers (Mentioned)

Requested by: @fandom-princess-forevermore

WC: 2,856

Warnings: Set during either Season 2 or 3, mentions of true crime, mentions of missing people, mild cursing, brief fear, teasing, banter, flirting, nicknames, slight suggestiveness, injuries (cuts/bruises), blood briefly mentioned, brief mentions of heat stoke, slight/mini? angst, and fluff

The breeze that was gently blowing through your window was hardly doing anything to cool down your skin as it passed by. The summers in Hawkins, Indiana were hot and humid. Your mother had always said she wanted to move somewhere warmer. But the only place she could afford was Indiana, where it was already eighty degrees with high humidity. You hated the heat, and trying to distract yourself by reading one of your favorite books was doing close to nothing for you. 

And you were trying everything you could do to avoid the terrible heat getting to you; lighter clothes, window open, even a standing fan in the corner of your room, but nothing seemed to work. There was no escaping it. As much as you wished there was, you couldn't get away from the heat. It was impossible. You took another swig of the cold drink your mother brought up to you before she headed to bed, your hand wet from the condensation on the side of the glass. 

Pressing your wet hand on your forehead, you let the cold condensation cool you down somewhat, shutting your eyes briefly before you opened them back up again and wiped your hand on your shirt. Drying your hand, you grabbed your book again, flipping to the page that you were on, and re-reading the page that you had stopped on. 

Finally falling back into the rhythm of reading - or trying to, at least - you almost completely forgot about the heat until you heard a noise outside of your window. Snapping your eyes from your book, you stared over at your open window; your soft curtains only lightly fluttered in the practically nonexistent breeze. It was dark out. You could only see the tops of the street lamps from across the street as they lit up the neighborhood. Your mind began to race and your heart began to pound; a shiver ran down your spine. 

The many nights listening about true crime on the TV, and hearing about the missing people from the town on the radio, was making your mind race. Could you be next? Unlikely, but still…

A hand reached out from the darkness of the night outside your window, raising up and clutching onto the windowsill; your heart stopped. Your breathing stuttered, and your eyes widened in fear. You were frozen, stuck between fight and flight. As a head pops up, you let out a breath of relief. Your hand snapped up to press against your chest, your heart still racing under your palm.

Billy pushed himself up and over your windowsill, an eyebrow raised as he looked at your - then shocked - and then suddenly relieved expression. Once his feet hit your carpet, you huffed, shutting your book and setting it beside you; your full attention on the young, Californian man you delightfully called your boyfriend. Billy only tilted his head, a small grin growing on his lips. "Scared ya?" He taunted playfully, making you roll your eyes, pushing yourself up a bit more on your bed to fully press your back against your headrest. 

"Scared me? Nah, just startled me a little bit." You shrugged your shoulders, watching as Billy kicked off his shoes and made his way over to you; also dressed for the hot weather - somewhat. How the hell was he surviving in those Jeans? 

"I think being startled is the same as being scared, babe." His voice was low as he walked further into your room, with a slight hint of amusement behind his tone. And then you finally noticed it. The small cut on his temple. 

Your eyes widened as you frantically shuffled your legs, slipping off the bed less than gracefully, but you didn't care, your Billy was hurt. You stood in front of him, taking his face in your hands as you gently turned his head to the side to get a better look at the small scrape on his temple; it was no longer than an inch or so long. It was lightly caked with dried blood, not too much, but it still made your chest tighten at the sight of it. "Billy, what happened? Are you alright?" You asked anxiously, moving your eyes from the cut to his ocean blue eyes.

Billy just gave you his signature grin, though it didn't travel to his eyes; his hands coming up to take hold of your wrists. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me." You pursed your lips, your eyes searching his for a moment, before you brought your attention back to the small wound. You knew something was up, but you didn't want to force him to tell you anything if he didn't want to. He would come to you and tell you when the time was right. So you didn't push, you didn't say a word, only nodding and making your way to your bathroom. You rummaged through your mirror cabinet, finding your small first-aid kit, before returning to your bedroom; and finding Billy already sitting on your bed. Billy wasn't expecting this... Well, he was - you’ve tried to clean up a lot of his injuries before, and you were always so- Well, he didn't really know what to think anymore. "Sweetheart, you don't have to do that-'' Billy started as you walked over to him, but you shook your head.

"If not for you, do this for me," You replied, interrupting him, "Please, Billy." You pleaded, only for him to purse his lips, staring down at your carpeted floor.

"Fine..." He muttered reluctantly, and you nodded, opening the box and gathering your supplies. As he waited, Billy looked around your room. Billy liked your room. It was neat, organized, and comfortable - very unlike the mess that was his room. You had a few posters on your walls, shelves covered in books, and a small boombox on your desk; overall your room really reminded him of you. Calming, and bright.

Looking back at you, Billy could see that you were concentrating very hard on the task at hand, the tip of your tongue peeking out from your lips. Taking out an alcohol wipe, you twisted your body to faced him, "This is going to sting a bit, okay?" Billy said nothing as you then cupped his cheek with one hand, turning his head ever-so-slightly, before dabbing the cut on his temple with the wipe. He shut his eyes, the stinging making him tense his shoulders as you applied gentle pressure to the wound; cleaning the dried blood. "I'm sorry..." You whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "Do you have any other injuries?"

Billy opened his eyes, a slight frown forming on his face as you finished - the bandaid you had chosen for the side of his temple was fruit-themed. "No," He murmured, "Just my face." He said softly.

You didn't respond for a moment, staring at him, and Billy was worried that you could see right through him. You had such an ability, seeing right through him when no one else could. "Shirt off." You pursed your lips again, and Billy could only let out a chuckle, narrowing his eyes at you devilishly.

"Buy me dinner first, sweetheart." 

"Billy." You lightly scolded with a serious expression on your face. "Come on, please?"

With a huff, he stared at you, his smile dropping back into a - rather indifferent - frown. He continued to stare, hoping that you would drop it but you didn't budge. Letting out a deep sigh through his nose, he began to unbutton the rest of his shirt. Mentally, he felt relieved, it was too hot in your room. 

You felt your cheeks warm as your eyes drifted to his exposed upper half - even though you had seen him topless many times before, the butterflies still fluttered in your chest, despite the current situation - he then tossed his shirt to the corner of your bed. Your gaze then dropped, noticing the bruises that littered his side, crawling around to his lower back; they were purple and dark red. Your breath hitched, feeling your eyes burn as you reached out, but your hand shook before stopping short; overwhelming concern settling inside your stomach. 

"I'm fine," He spoke nonchalantly - though, seemingly frustrated with either himself or something - as if what you saw wasn't all that important, "They look worse than they are."

You chose not to say anything - fearing that if you did, that you would cry - grabbing the bruise paste from the first-aid case. You squeezed some of it onto your fingers, before gently rubbing it across his side, making sure to cover the bruises as much as you could. And for Billy, he was just watching you, noticing your lips were pulled into a thin line, and your brows were furrowed together, clearly concerned about him, as he sat silently on your bed. Billy felt his body become warm, and he doubted that it was from the unbearable summer heat. His heart pounded against his chest, threatening to break through his ribcage, and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by everything - by how much you actually cared about him. For the most part, he was used to people not caring for him. But you cared. Even now, here with him, you were helping him, worrying about him. He'd never been treated this well since... California... When his mom was still around. 

Billy knew there was just something about you the moment he met you. Something about your eyes, that sparkle when you were happy, your hair that was always so soft, and your laugh - Billy couldn’t get it out of his head; it was difficult to explain, even to himself.

He was the new King of Hawkins High. Every girl he walked by swooned and giggled if he looked their way. Their attention made him feel powerful. He was known for being a womanizer and delinquent, the one that women seemed to flock to, who always got into fights, and picked on others. Yet, here he was, with you. 

You had just been another girl he wanted to use until he got bored of you; like he did with most - if not all - of the girls in Hawkins High already. He tried in the beginning to woo and persuade you into going on at least one date with him. But you declined each and every time. You just smiled up at him, politely rejecting every single one of his invitations. It never seemed to irritate you when he would come back and ask you again and again.

At some point, Billy stopped asking you, and you thought that that would mean that he would then just leave you alone. But, he didn't. Instead of asking you out, he'd just sort of flirt, and ask how your day was going whilst leaning against the locker beside yours. He didn't realize how often you'd cross his mind, but sometimes he would find himself staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom, thinking about you. Wondering what you were doing, wondering when he'd see you at school again. There was an urge inside of him that he didn't understand, that he couldn't resist. It made him feel weak, pathetic, vulnerable, and completely in love with you. He wanted to hate it. He wanted to hate you, but he couldn't. 

The relationship between the both of you was odd at first, but grew quite beautiful. Billy found himself enjoying your conversations... He'd rather sit and listen to you rant and ramble about anything and everything than spend five minutes with anyone else. Your presence alone was calming, giving him a feeling of peace. There was this unspoken understanding between the two of you, something that neither of you had ever felt with anyone else before. 

He wasn't used to the feelings that he had for you. These feelings grew whenever he saw you or even thought of you. This intense sense of desire to protect, hold, and cherish you. It scared the hell out of him. It scared him because he didn't know how to handle it.

"Alright," You muttered, wiping your hands off with a tissue before crumpling it and tossing it in your small plastic trash can in the corner of your room. "Those should heal in no time." You finished, making Billy grin.

“Great-”

You snapped your eyes up at him, giving him a short look, “With time and rest.” You emphasized before collecting the first-aid supplies and packing them back away in the first-aid kit. When you turned your attention back to him, noticing the far-off look in his eyes as he looked down at you. That look in his eyes made your mouth suddenly feel dry. It was a look that you rarely saw on Billy Hargrove’s face - only when he was really deep in his thoughts. His brow furrowed slightly, his eyes holding an emotion that you couldn’t quite make sense of. It made your already warm face feel like it was burning from the intensity. You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow, "What are you thinking about?" You asked softly, slowly watching as Billy's eyes rapidly blinked, gathering his thoughts, his lips twisted into a grin.

"I'm just thinking about kissing you," He didn't hesitate to answer, making you scoff out a small laugh, shaking your head at how adorably ridiculous he was being. 

"Well, I'm thinking you just might get a kiss," You played along, mimicking his grin, leaning towards him slightly, "But, you have to promise that you will rest for a couple of days."

Billy chuckled, looking up at your ceiling before looking back down at you, "Whatever you say, doc," He answered, amused, before leaning in, but you stopped him, pressing your pointer finger on his awaiting lips.

You gave him a look, "Promise, B," You raised your other hand, lifting your pinky finger out for him.

Billy narrowed his eyes at you, impatient, but willing to play along. He brought his hand up to yours, but the second you wrapped your pinky around his, Billy leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours; knocking you onto your back, and landing back onto your plush mattress.

You gasped, giggling against his lips, your eyes fluttering closed as he moved over you; his forearms pressed down on the mattress beside your head, your own arms looping around his neck. The kiss was languid, his mouth moving against yours as your fingers tangled themselves in his hair. He sighed against your lips, feeling the warmth seep through his chest once more. He didn't even realize how much he had missed you. Even though it had been less than two days since he last saw you. He missed your voice, your face, your taste; everything. He didn't want to stop kissing you, but at some point, he was going to have to come back up for air.

Slipping his lips from yours, Billy breathily sighed, digging his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, before laying down completely on you. "I missed you," He mumbled into your skin, smiling when you laughed lightly under him.

"I've missed you too," You replied softly, running your fingers through his curly blonde hair, "But, you got to get off of me, honey. It's way too hot for you to koala me right now."

"Don't wanna," He muttered stubbornly, pressing kisses where his lips were placed on your shoulder. "Can't make me."

You huffed, unable to stop your smile from growing, your hands wrapped around his upper back; your nails lightly scratching against his warm, bare skin. "Fine..." You breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper, "... But you owe me big time, Hargrove."

"Hmm... Sounds good to me," He hummed mischievously - you could feel him smirking, "I'm staying the night." 

"Really? That's a surprise," You remarked teasingly, "I wouldn't have guessed that."

Billy gently bit your shoulder in retaliation, causing you to let out a little shriek, muffling your own laughter as you slapped your hand over your mouth; not wanting to wake your sleeping mother three doors over. "I'm trapping you here now forever," He grumbled, though it was hardly a threat.

"Oh, poor me," You answered sarcastically, "Trapped under my ridiculously handsome boyfriend. Heat stroke. What a terrible way to go." You sighed out, closing your eyes; a smile on your face, "Tragic, really." You almost forgot about how uncomfortably hot you were, “Honestly, not the worst way to die…” You muttered, your eyelids fluttering as your fingers started to move absentmindedly against his back and shoulders, rubbing circles, and tracing shapes. Billy sighed contently, his muscles relaxing beneath your fingertips. Your smile softened as you felt his eyelashes flutter against your skin, "Rest, Billy," You told him quietly, "I'll be here when you wake up."

"You better be," He whispered, letting out a deep sigh before he closed his eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.

Glancing over at your book beside your head, you let out a small yawn, before turning your head to rest your cheek on Billy’s forehead, shutting your own eyes. You'd have time to read it later.

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Main Masterlist | Stranger Things Masterlist

[queers-gambit]

Stranger Things masterlist

requesting rules and masterlist

requests are OPEN where to watch: Netflix

general dating HC

headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie.

🔥 NSFW 🙊 general language and content warning 🥰 romance 💛 proceed with maturity

read part one here read part two here

Stoner!Girlfriend HC

headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie and stoner!girlfriend.

🔥 NSFW 🚬 illicit material mention / use / description 🥰 romance 💛 proceed with maturity

read here

mad or frustrated HC

headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie being mad or frustrated.

🙊 general language and content warning 🎭 drama 💔 angst 💛 proceed with maturity and caution

read here

All I've Ever Wanted

Eddie's her dealer and decides he can't sell to her anymore because she's all he's ever wanted.

word count: 2.3k

🚬 illicit substance 🙊 general language and content warning ⏳ slight AU timeline 🥰 romance 😵‍💫 wonky brain go a little wonky

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Angel is the Centerfold

insecurity runs deep when Eddie's secret lady-love finds the worn pages of a centerfold - marked on a woman who looks nothing like her.

word count: 2.7k

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 small angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🎭 drama 🥰 romance

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Don't You (Forget About Me)

Eddie confronts his mother to bargain for custody of his little brother, Teddy.

word count: 8.9k

🍒 author's favorite 🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 🎭 drama 🥰 romance 🐍 toxic family / family angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💉 depiction of illicit drug use 🥊 mild depiction of physical violence and / or aggression ⏳ AU timeline 🔏 barely edited

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Cherry Blossom Colored Kisses

when Eddie tells his best friend he wants to ask Chrissy Cunningham to prom, she begins to cough out flower petals.

word count: 8.8k

🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🍒 author's favorite 🙊 general language and content warning 🎭 drama 🥰 romance 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🩺 depiction of medical phenomenon

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Tears in the Rain

feelings are confessed and a decision is made; only thing left to do is heal and be okay.

word count: 8.4k

🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🙊 general language and content warnings 🎭 drama ❤️‍🩹 hurt, s o m e comfort 💔 angst 🩺 depiction of medical phenomenon 💛 proceed with maturity and caution

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Gone with the Sin

he loves another, and your fate is sealed.

word count: 8.9k

🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🙊 general language and content warnings 🎭 drama 🥺 hurt 🚫 NO comfort 💔 angst ☠️ character death 💛 proceed with maturity and caution

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Pretty Boy Swag

your big ass family comes to town and hosts a town-wide family reunion. after they meet your boyfriend for the first time, your proximity is criticized, and when you try to fall back, Eddie's swift to your side again. -> or when someone else calls you clingy, you try to fall back but your man doesn't want that.

word count: 6.2k+

⏳ AU timeline 🐝 stand alone / oneshot 🙊 general language and content 🐍 toxic family 🎭 drama 🧠 depiction of mental health: insecurity, anxiety 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🧸 some fluff 🚬 drug use 🥂 depiction of alcohol use 💍 established relationship 🥰 romance 🛑 abrupt ending 🔏 not edited

read here

traveling HC

headcanons about traveling with boyfriend!Eddie.

🔥 small NSFW 🙊 general language and content warnings 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance

read here

Happy Little Accident

something sweet with Eddie making reader a pink sleeved Hellfire shirt.

word count: 2.4k+

🙊 general language and content warnings 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance

read here

How to be a Problem Solver

bestie!Eddie and reader have to say goodbye; he gives you one of his rings to remember him by. you send him care packages, and inside: polaroid photos of your college adventures - with his ring on a chain around your neck.

word count: 4.7k+

🙊 general language and content warnings 💔 angst 🐍 toxic family / family angst 🔏 barely edited

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Birthday Baby Blues

fearing your friends had forgotten your birthday, you show up at your boyfriend's to the surprise of a lifetime.

word count: 5k+

❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🎭 small drama 🧸 fluff 🥰 romance 🐍 toxic family / family angst

read here

discontinued and deleted: Up In Smoke

general dating HCs

headcanons about dating Robin Buckley.

🙊 general language and content warnings 🔥 small NSFW 🥰 romance

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The Bathroom Scene, Act One

after being drugged by Russians, you, Steve, and Robin share confessions in the bathroom.

word count: 3.8k

🙊 general language and content warnings 🤮 symptoms of physical illness 🥰 romance ❤️‍🩹 small hurt and comfort

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Dating Billy HC

headcanons about dating Billy Hargrove.

🙊 general language and content warnings 🐍 toxic family / family angst 🍄 toxic relationship 🔥 small NSFW 💛 proceed with maturity

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Up and Out

Billy protects reader from his father when Neil comes home early one evening.

word count: 4.1k

🙊 general language and content warnings 🐍 toxic family / family angst 💔 angst 🥊 depiction of physical violence or aggression 💛 proceed with maturity

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Up and Out [ part two ]

( requested ) Neil returns home unexpectedly when Billy's girl is alone, and it's up to her to defuse her boyfriend's anger when he finds out.

word count: 4.8k

🔏 barely edited 🙊 general language and content warning 🥊 depiction of physical violence or aggression

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Do As You're Told

getting into a fight with Billy at a party; he needs you to do as you're told.

word count: 4.1k

🔥 NSFW 🙊 general language and content warning 🧃 underage drinking 💛 proceed with maturity

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Bobby Flay or Billy Flayed?

Eleven and Max come to Billy's girlfriend for aid, and she learns about her boyfriend's mind control the hard way.

word count: 7.5k

🍒 author's favorite 🙊 general language and content warning 🥊 depictions of physical violence 🤮 depictions of physical illness 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort ⚠️⏳ season three spoilers and AU timeline

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Careful What You Wish For

he's highly reactive, you're incredibly enduring. he's a righteous dick, you're criminally empathetic. he's temperamental, you're amenable. but you're done being his doormat. > > > or in which Billy resorts to breaking up when you two fight, but when he comes to make up (like clockwork), you finally have a change of heart.

word count: 5k+

🙊 general language and content warning 🎭 drama 🍄 toxic relationship 🐍 implied toxic family (Billy) 🥦 plot twist: healthy family (Reader) 💔 angst 🥺 hurt 🚫 not a lot of real comfort 💣 relationship angst 💍 established relationship 😭 breaking up - emotions are hard 🐝 oneshot 🍑 character with given nickname (Reader's sister) 🔏 not edited

read here

Make a Grown Man Cry

she's Queen Bee and everyone knows not to fuck with her unless they wanted a bruised ego - or bruised cheekbone when Billy finds out.

word count: 3.6k

🙊 general language and content warning 🐍 possible depiction of family angst 🧃 underage drinking 🥊 depiction of physical violence / aggression

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Cheating Billy HC

headcanons about Billy cheating on his lover, and then trying to fix it.

❗️READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING❗️

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Mom's Pot Roast

could you maybe write something about billy trying to self-sabotage/start a fight with the reader out of insecurity and she doesn't play along and comforts him?

word count: 1.8k+

🙊 general language and content warning ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort

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Mommy Issues

billy getting together with his s/o right before his "date" with mrs.wheeler. and while she's relieved that he didn't show up to the date she's also a really salty that Billy's giving someone else attention and not her.

word count: 3.1k+

🙊 general language and content warning ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🍄🐍 depiction of romantic and familial angst

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The Weight of Words

about Billy with an insecure reader? like just concerning her body and stuff.

word count: 3.0k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 🐍 toxic family 💛 requires maturity and caution

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Natural Instinct

after a fight, Billy leaves you at a gas station; and your savior arrives in a maroon BMW.

word count: 3.4k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 is this hurt and comfort ?

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Bottom of the Barrel

reader and Billy get in a fight, Billy cheats, reader finds out, and breaks up with him. months go by and Billy’s ready to win reader back, but reader’s moved on and is doing better.

word count: 2.4k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 🥺 hurt, 🚫 NO (real) comfort 🍄 toxic relationship 🔏 barely edited

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hiiii, if u have time can you do billy and reader running away back to california together after high school, maybe the reader decides to go to college there?? reader isn’t from there but they both just want to escape to somewhere.

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When The World Seems So Cruel

Billy knows something's bothering his girl, so, he follows his instincts and checks on her - family, friends, and slutty cheerleaders in bikinis be damned.

word count: 5.1k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💦 smut 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and SMALL comfort 🐍 toxic family 🥊 depiction of physical violence or aggression (background, but still)

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What Goes Around, Comes Around

Billy's known for his temper and being obsessed with his pretty little girlfriend - which gets her severely injured by his past transgressions.

word count: 6.7k+

🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 HURT and small comfort 💣 relationship angst 💍 established relationship 🙊 general language and content warning 🍄 toxic relationship 🥊 depiction of physical violence and / or aggression 🩸 depiction of injury and blood 🥂 alcohol consumption 💛 requires extreme maturity and caution 🔏 barely edited

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Talk Shit, Get Hit

your high school bully picks the wrong day to taunt you and it's up to an equally hotheaded Billy to calm you down. call it irony.

word count: 5.4k+

🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💍 established relationship 🐝 stand-alone / oneshot 🙊 general language and content warning 🚬 brief illicit material use 🐍 toxic family / family angst 🥊 depiction of violence and / or aggression 🩸 depiction of injury and blood

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Max Dating a Girly!girlfriend HCs

headcanons about Max dating a sweet, girly girl.

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Unrequited Love

little lady loves her bestie!Max, but fears telling the truth.

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In This World, It's Just Us

dialogue prompts #95, #102, and #103.

word count: 1.3k+

💔 angst 🌈 internalized homophobia

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sweet, silly drunk Reader with Steve, Eddie, and Billy

sweetness about the boys with their lover being drunk.

🧃 underaged drinking 🧸 cutie fluff 🐑 cutie filler

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[babeydollx]

The First Day of Kinkmas: Breeding | Billy Hargrove

Warnings: cursing, smut, a little bit of fluff, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, daddy kink, breeding kink

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Female Reader

Summary: In which Billy gets Y/N to try a new kink with him.

Author's Note: This fic is for the start of my 12 Days of Kinkmas!

12 Days of Kinkmas Masterlist

© Maybanks-Luver 2023, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

"Come on baby, please?" Billy asked as he pulled you closer to himself. "I don't know, Billy.. it is kind of risky don't you think?" You asked as you looked up at him. "I mean, sex with no protection and you know that I am not taking the pill either." You said. He just smirked devilishly before speaking, "but the risk makes it more fun." You sighed. You couldn't lie that the thought of Billy pumping you full of his cum did turn you on but, you just didn't know if it was the best idea. You didn't want this to end with you getting pregnant.

"Plus, I can tell by the way you are clenching your legs right now that you like the idea of me cumming inside of you." He said with a smirk. You bit your lip softly while you thought about it. "Alright, fine." You said. "But, you need to promise that if anything goes wrong, that you won't leave me." You looked up at him. That was one of your biggest fears. That if you got pregnant soon that he'd leave you. You didn't know what you would do with yourself if he ever did leave you.

Billy looked down at you lovingly. "I promise that no matter what happens that I will never leave you, babe." He said with a soft smile. You smiled warmly before kissing him. The kiss started off soft but then it turned passionate and rough. He picked you up before taking you into your shared bedroom. He gently tossed you onto the bed causing you to giggle as he climbed on top of you. The two of you made out for awhile before he began to strip you out of your clothing.

You whimpered as you watched him strip you down until your body was bare. Billy stripped his clothes off before he spread your legs. He wasted no time to position himself between your legs before slowly pushing into you. You gasped as your back arched off of the bed. "Fuck." He sighed as he bottomed out of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist before he pinned your wrists above your head as he began to thrust into you. You threw your head back and moaned out as Billy had already set a fast pace.

"Fuck- I- daddy!" You moaned out as he thrusted into you even faster than he was before. Billy smirked at the name. "Fuck, say it again baby." He said as he groaned out. "Daddy!" You moaned out louder as he continued to plow his cock into you. You clenched around him as he continued to fuck into you. He leaned down and began to kiss your neck before gently biting it. You whimpered loudly when he did so before he slowly licked over the spot he bit and continued to lick up your neck until he reached you earlobe and began to gently nibble on your ear.

Your legs tightened around his waist and you clenched around him again. "Fuck, I love this pussy." Billy groaned in your ear as he continued to fuck you. You started to feel a familiar knot bunching up in your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum. "I- can I p- please cum, daddy?" You attempted to ask him as you moaned out. He pretended to think about it for a moment which caused you to whine. "Alright, cum for me baby." He said. Your eyes rolled back and your legs began to tremble as you gushed all over his cock.

He continued to fuck into your pussy for a few more minutes before he came as well, filling up your pussy with his cum. Billy pulled out of you as his cum began to drip out of your pussy. He took his fingers and scooped his cum back up before shoving it back into you again causing you to moan. "Well, let's see if you get all swelled up with my baby." Billy said with a smirk.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[alien-magnolia]

Eddie Munson’s Little Housewife

This one’s pretty kinky!! Fic description and warnings down below:

18+ minors DNI.

Fic description: Dom! Eddie Munson x fem!subby reader, smutty smut, praise/degradation kink, daddy kink, impact play, collaring, service! kink

“Princess!!,” you hear your boyfriend shout from the other side of the trailer. He was in the living room, you were in his room, just laying around in bed.

You wore one of his oversized band shorts, and pretty hot pink lace panties!! With frilly socks to match, of course. You hear him call you and quickly jump off the bed to run to him.

You come into the living room and there he is, sitting on the couch, manspread, a dwindling flame from the cigarette in his mouth. “Come here, sweet girl,” he says, and pats his lap, motioning for you to sit. You skip over to him, settling in on his lap. He holds your thighs together with his big calloused hand, and you sling your arm around his shoulders.

“I got a little idea, sweetheart. A little idea for our play time, for a scene,” he starts. You knew this was coming. Anytime he wants to talk with you on his lap, you had a feeling it was going to be something dirty.

You felt that little jolt between your legs. Eds felt it too. Suddenly it was a bit hot in the room. “I like the sound of that Eds. Can I be super pretty for you??,” your voice was starting to slip into that subby space you and him loved so much. “Of course, sweet thing. How about this? We can start tomorrow. I give you a few hours to prepare, then I come home from “work” and see how good my baby can serve her Daddy. Would you like that, princess?,” he asks you, lips trailing over your neck. You giggle and squirm a bit more in his lap. “Yes.” “Yes, what?”

You felt that little jolt between your legs. Eds felt it too. Suddenly it was a bit hot in the room. “I like the sound of that Eds. Can I be super pretty for you??,” your voice was starting to slip into that subby space you and him loved so much. “Of course, sweet thing. How about this? We can start tomorrow. I give you a few hours to prepare, then I come home from “work” and see how good my baby can serve her Daddy. Would you like that, princess?,” he asks you, lips trailing over your neck. You giggle and squirm a bit more in his lap. “Yes.” “Yes, what?”

You felt that little jolt between your legs. Eds felt it too. Suddenly it was a bit hot in the room. “I like the sound of that Eds. Can I be super pretty for you??,” your voice was starting to slip into that subby space you and him loved so much. “Of course, sweet thing. How about this? We can start tomorrow. I give you a few hours to prepare, then I come home from “work” and see how good my baby can serve her Daddy. Would you like that, princess?,” he asks you, lips trailing over your neck. You giggle and squirm a bit more in his lap. “Yes.” “Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.” “Good,” he smiles, attacking your face with kisses!!

~ The next day ~

The scene was to start in late afternoon. You found a light pink dress with some heels in your closet, and put on some jewelry and bright makeup too. Eds was outside, waiting to “come home” to his pretty little housewife. Before he left, he instructed you to clean the kitchen and make him dinner. You got dressed first, and then completed the tasks he ordered you to do. Suddenly, the door opens.

You had just finished taking his dinner out of the microwave, and setting the table for him. Here he was, dressed in a black leather jacket and black jeans this time. His top dipped down, down just below where you could see his hairy chest.

You stand there, staring at him. He’s beautiful. “Now, where are your manners, sweetheart? Aren’t you going to invite me in?,” he drawled, his voice low, taunting. It gave you a little tingle between your legs, as you brush aside the hem of your skirt and let him inside.

“Dinner’s all ready, honey. I set the table, just the way you like it,” you gesture to the table, and pull out his chair for him, bringing him a napkin as well.

He hums, satisfied. He doesn’t praise you just yet. He is waiting, waiting for you to mess up. Just so you can get punished.

He eats his dinner in silence, while you sit across from him at the table, hands folded all nice in your lap, watching him with intent. You feel like he’ll start any minute. The anticipation is killing you.

“I’m done,” he whispers, softly, and you scramble to clear his plate. You left his cup on the table. He raises his voice a bit.

“Are we forgetting something?,” he asks you. You freeze. You didn’t clear anything off the table yet. “Oh, um…,” you start.

“Ah, ah, no time for explaining now, baby. You forgot. Isn’t that right?,” he says, stepping closer to you, pushing you against a wall, his hand trailing up your skirt.

“Yes, daddy.” He huffs, “good.” He pulls out a chair into the kitchen tile, sitting on it, leaving you panting against the wall. He taps his thigh. A signal. You knew what to do. You start to walk over to him.

“No. Kneel,” he points, onto the floor. You do as he says, kneeling right in front of him, hands folded in your lap. That was his favorite position. You look up.

He takes your chin, bringing your face a bit closer to him. He pulls out your small collar out of his pocket, reaching behind you gently to put it on. It is pink, with a heart ring in the middle. He tugs on it a bit, brushing your hair behind your knee.

“Didn’t listen to daddy, did you now, sweet girl?” You shake your head, as he peppers your cheek with a few light kisses. “Now, look at you. Kneeling like a little whore, for all those neighbors to see. I think my girl needs to be put in her place, don’t you?” He smugly taunts. He tugs on your collar a bit, his calloused fingertips brushing against your soft neck. “Here’s what’s going to happen, sweetheart. I’m going to close those curtains, lock that door. I’m going to put you over my knee. And then I’ll give you as many spanks as I see fit, and you’re going to thank me for it, like the little slut you are.”

You froze again, simply mulling over his words in your head. He reaches over to you, a look of concern on his face. “Color, sweetheart? What’s your color?,” he asks. “Green, daddy. So green.” He smiles, and pats his knee again, motioning for you to get up. You loved how he checked in on you during a scene, he was so caring!!

Suddenly, you feel your skirt lifted, a cool breeze, your lavender lace thong exposed for him to see. You feel his metal rings, the shape of them, graze over your thong, pulling on it a bit. Without warning, he brings it down on your ass, you jolt forward a bit. “That’s one, princess. I think you need a minimum of twenty, maybe thirty, even. You’ve been bad.”

“Two,” he calmly says, as his calloused hand comes down on your ass again. Lucky for you, he gave you only ten more until you were shaking a bit in his lap. He gently pulls you up, and lays you on the table, face down.

You can’t see what he is doing, but you feel him now on top of you, his hairy chest pressing down onto your small, bare, back!! He grunts a bit, and you feel his hands near your backside. “Spread those cute little thighs for me. There you go, sweetie. What a good girl.”

You can’t do much but nod and moan, and soon enough you feel his big calloused fingers push Into you, god — it felt so good. “Fuck, — he grunts. This sweet little cunt is just sucking me in. You must be so ready for me, sweetie.” His voice —just so sweet. “Gonna give you my cock now, honey.”

With that, he slides Into you, your squelching pussy just pulling him in more and more, you felt so full and good, all stuffed with your daddy’s cock! “Fuck, princess, so fuckin’ good baby, so tight, can’t even move, what a good little slut you are for me,” he praises, stroking your hair with one of his hands, and the other holding your hips up firmly in place.

“Gonna go fast now, sweetie. You just lay there and take it for me, ‘kay?” “Yes, daddy,” you answer him, softly, brain too empty to think. You feel one his hands steady your shoulders, and then he starts pounding into you, ruthlessly, grunting, at a pace that has the table shaking.

“God — he was so strong and you loved it!! You felt his soft and big balls against you, as he drove his fat cock deeper and deeper into you. “Too deep, s’ too deep, daddy, can’t take it anymore,” you squeal out to him, and yet he does nothing but calm uou with some more “it’s okay, princess, just be a good girl and take it for me.” And soon enough, you feel his hot seed spill out into you, and with that, he is about to pull out. You grab his wrist. “Want your cock, daddy. Want it in.”

He agrees, kissing you on the cheek lightly. “S’okay, sweetie. We can stay like this. My perfect little housewife, huh? She’s so good for me, letting me breed her on the table like that. My perfect girl, so good for me,” he coos at you, as he momentarily pulls out, to slide you on your back. He lays back down on top of you, his heavy body pressing down on your little one, he slides his cock back in.

“How about we cuddle a bit, and then I can take a bath with you? How does that sound, sweetie? Did so good for me today…,” he coos at you some more, you run your hands through his fluffy dark brown locks. You loved scenes with your Eds — you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

May Writing Challange Day 3

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Male Reader Summary: Words: 102/200 Warnings: none Notes: It sucks that I didn't hit my goal but today has been hard and I'm just happy I wrote something. Just sitting around and doing nothing is only going to make you feel worse and if you try

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🕸“I’m not scared, shut up!” You were totally scared, your heart was hammering hard in your chest, waiting anxiously for the next scare worker to pop out from behind a wall or try to grab you from a window. You gripped Billy’s hand hard trying your best to play off your fear as something else but he could see right through you,

🕸You sucked at hiding things from him. You had to give him props, even though he was being really annoying about it and laughing at you constantly, Billy held your hand through the whole thing and didn't let go once.

[wild-lavender-rose]

can u do stranger things billy x japanese reader where she and billy are partners for a project. They go to his house and Neil is there and says something mean to the reader. But she does not react to his insults. Billy tells him to stop. Neil get up starts to yell and goes towards Billy. The reader noticed billy flinched, she steps in front of him and tells Neil to back off. She turns around and is about to ask billy if he is ok when Neil goes to hit the reader, not knowing she has martial arts training and does boxing . ( at this point Max and Susan have enter the house is about to see everything go down) She stops him, filps him her body, pins him to the ground and looks him dead in the eye and say " if I find out you have hurt Billy, Max or Susan in anyway . Me and you will go a couple of rounds. Do we have an understanding. Mr. Hargrove? " she says in a deep threatening voice. He is now scared of her.

Basically I would like a fanfic where Neil gets his butt kick by the reader

Feel free to add or change anything

Hey! I absolutely love how detailed this is, every time I open my inbox I read it again and it's like a whole mini fic every time. Unfortunately, I don't feel like I'm qualified to write this well. I'm going to pass on this one, but thank you so much! <3

[dazedandconfused-15]

Here to take requests/prompts on Billy Hargrove. I’m open to everything, from angst, to fluff or even smut!

[hearts4court]

YALL. Send in some Billy requests. Smut or fluff idc. i wanna write for him but have no ideas.

BILLY 🔛🔝(of me.)

[madilovrs]

There For You

Billy Hargrove x Reader

summary: billy needs someone to help him but he doesn’t want the help.

1.3k words

Dating Billy Hargrove was never an easy task. You loved him, but he had been through more than most people had in their entire lifetime and it, in turn, caused a lot of mental damage. He tended to take this out on other people, which repelled anyone from trying to help him. So by the time you got to him, there were a lot of pieces for you to try to put back together.

The two of you had made the plan to meet up at his house at 12:30 am, giving his dad enough time to fall into a deep sleep before you came over. Billy didn’t want you to have to witness something that you should never have to. You, however, were unaware that there was anything he was protecting you from. You never thought twice about showing up at his house late at night. You were never afraid of what you might see there because you simply didn’t know.

So on this particular day, you followed the normal routine. You left your house five after 12 and parked 4 houses away from his. As you were walking from your car to his house though, you noticed that the window was closed and the curtains were drawn shut. Your feet stalled, unsure of what to do. Billy had always kept his window open a crack and had the curtains open when you came over. What was different this time?

You continued to his window nonetheless and tapped softly on it to not wake anyone but Billy. You heard movement from the room and exhaled a sigh of relief, previously worried that he had been upset with you.

Your worry quickly returned as you didn’t see him approach the window, instead, the dull light coming from the room switched off. You stood there in shock for a second, gathering your thoughts and pulling your cardigan closer to you, suddenly feeling a chill run down your spine. You couldn’t tell if it was from the cold shoulder your boyfriend had given you or from the chilly January weather.

You stood still at the window, watching your breath leave your mouth in the below-freezing cold, contemplating what to do. Then, the idea came to you.

You snuck around the perimeter of the house until you reached the window you knew belonged to your boyfriends younger sister. You tapped on her window just as you did on her brothers.

The redhead peeked through her curtains warily, but calmed down and opened them fully when she saw it was you. She slid open her window and spoke.

“Y/N? what are you doing here?” she said through a yawn.

It had just occurred to you that you didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t know that you were there to see Billy because then she would wonder why. You couldn’t risk her telling people about you and Billy’s relationship. While you didn’t think she would tell everyone, you knew she would tell Dustin, and Dustin would tell Steve, and once it reached Steve, everyone would know.

You settled on, “can I come in?”

She wordlessly held out her hand to help you climb into her window. “So what are you doing here?” she repeated, more awake and patience wearing thin.

You sighed. The only choice was to tell her.

“I’m- uh- I’m here to see Billy.”

Her face was a jumble of emotion. Confusion then disgust, anger and then settling on annoyance. “I knew there had to be something going on,” she said finally, rolling her eyes.

Now it was your turn to be confused. “Uh- wha- what do you mean you knew? How would you know?”

“Oh come on, Y/N, you know the walls are thin. I can hear your voice coming from his room.”

You froze. If max could hear then… could his dad?

“Oh… so uh… do you think… your parents…?”

“Calm down, I can only hear because our rooms are right next to each other. If Billy’s dad knew you snuck in every week, you would know.”

You exhaled quickly. Good, that was good, you thought and then remembered why you came in the first place and the series of events that led you here.

“Is Billy ok?” you asked.

Max was quiet.

“Max? Is Billy ok? What happened?” You started to worry.

“He and his dad got into a fight. I don’t know if he wants to be around anyone.”

“Oh…” was all you could say. You contemplated your options but ultimately decided that if Billy was hurting then you could make him better.

You left Max's room and walked the short distance to Billy’s. You didn’t bother knocking and just walked right in.

Billy was ready to start yelling at Max for barging in but softened when he realized it was you. Before he realized it, it was you.

He swiftly got up off his bed and charged over to you, closing the door violently behind you. “What the fuck are you doing here? Go home,” he said quietly through gritted teeth.

“No.”

Billy’s eyes widened at your response. “What do you mean ‘no’?” he growled.

“I mean no. I’m not going home. What’s wrong? I want to help you.”

Billy wasn’t used to such stubbornness. He faltered for just a second, now knowing what to do.

“Billy, just tell me what’s wrong. I’m here to help you. Is it your dad?”

The man in front of you noticeably shrunk at the words. “What do you know?” he said in a quieter, gentler voice, almost sounding defeated

“I don’t know anything. Max mentioned you got in a fight with your dad, that’s all,” you said, suddenly scared by the switch of tone. You felt as if you said something you shouldn’t have.

It was as if you could see the anger rising in his throat again. “I’m gonna kill her,” was all he said before trying to push past you. You held firm.

“Billy. Stop. What happened? Just talk to me,” you pushed further. It was then, looking at him from so close, that you could see the blooming red mark on his left cheek. “Bills…” you said, hand reaching up to graze over it.

He stared into your eyes, unsure of what to do or say. Wordlessly, you grabbed his wrists and led him over to his bed. You lay down and pulled him on top of you, pressing his head to your chest as you cuddled him. You ran your fingers through his hair as you heard a sniffle. Another. And a couple more. He was crying.

You don’t know how long the both of you stayed there in that position, not a word passing between you two. After a while, you felt his breathing even out and heard a soft snore coming from billy. You soon followed him into slumber, feeling the security of knowing that your boyfriend feels comfortable enough around you to sleep.

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When you woke up, Billy was no longer in your arms. You looked over at his clock and read the time: 5:47.

What on earth is he doing up so early? you thought to yourself.

As if he heard your inner voice, Billy strolled into the room holding two plates full of eggs and toast.

“Hey,” was all he said in a soft voice as he moved to sit next to you on the bed.

“What’s all of this Billy?” you asked quietly.

He was silent for a second, not knowing how to respond. He decided to go with the truth of his unexpected chivalry.

“no one’s ever done that before.”

There were no other words that needed to be said. You enveloped him in a tight hug, both of you never wanting to let go.

[cosmic-glow]

+18!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Notes: While returning from a party, you are apprehensive about the unknown car that follows you, little knowing that you knew the driver very well.

Warnings: Billy x fem!reader; dom!Billy x sub!reader; bad language; persecution; slap; NSFW.

The Halloween party at your friend's house had gone really well, her parents would probably kill her if they found out that she had thrown a party the night while they were away but you didn't really care about that right now, all you could focus on was the fact that it was cold and there were still more than 500 meters to go before you got home and your feet were already hurting. You could have called your parents and asked for a ride, but then they would have found out that you ran away in the middle of the night to go to a party.

The hot air coming out of your mouth formed white smoke in front of you. The road was silent and poorly lit, with each step you felt even more that you had made a bad choice, but the feeling got worse when you heard an approaching car start to slow down behind you. You looked over your shoulder, the car window was dark and didn't let you see who was behind the wheel, you didn't know anyone who had that model of car, much less recognized the license plate. You quickly looked at your watch, it was approaching 3 am. You cursed yourself as you quickened your pace, "stupid, stupid, stupid...".

The part of the road that passed through the long trees of the forest was left behind, now all that was around you was smooth pasture, if you tried to escape it wouldn't be too difficult for the car to follow you. Fear made you feel even colder, crossing your arms tighter against your body, managing to reach the knife hidden in your jacket... As if it would be very useful against a car, which was following at a very reduced speed behind you.

Looking surreptitiously around, your eyes fell on a house on some farm. You had no idea who the family that lived there was, but it was your best option, you would pretend it was your house and wait for the crazy person to leave, maybe knock on the door and ask the residents to call the police. The only problem was that the house was on the opposite side of the road from you, you would need to pass the car.

Waiting for the right moment, you gathered courage and hurriedly turned to cross in front of the car, taking advantage of the distance you managed to take. But the red car moved forward and stopped a few centimeters away from you, honking and shining a high beam in your eyes that forced you to close them and look the other way. When the light went down, you stared at the windshield trying to see someone, but it was useless. The driver's side window rolled down, a hand came out and gestured a long "no" with index finger before pointing forward, telling you to go straight. “Shit,” you thought, an icy shiver running through your body as something told you that whoever was on the other side of the steering wheel knew damn well where you lived.

Still in shock, you turned forward and went straight again, the farm behind you and your heart starting to rise up in your mouth. You analyzed the options you had, the blood that ran through your veins becoming cold with the fear that grew inside you. There was a small forest before arriving at your house, you remembered, you could hide among the trees, it was your last chance to lose that person.

The walk continued as before, the headlights of the car right behind you following you as you went, stretching your lonely shadow in front of you. Adrenaline began to heat up your body as approached the trees. When you were close enough to run, you went without thinking twice. The car engine roared behind you, the high beams illuminating everything in front of you, when were about to flee the car passed you like lightning, the tires sang with the curve it made to block your path, marking the asphalt, smoke rising and mixing with the night air. You froze, watching your last chance slip through your fingers.

Your heart began to beat even harder against your chest when the driver's door opened, on the other side, wild blonde hair with its back to you, when the figure approached, turning around and raising his head to look at you, you became even more confused, the man smiled at you when he saw the terror on your face.

- Were you trying to kill yourself, doll? - Billy said with a smug smile.

- What the fuck was that, Hargrove?!!

You and Billy had hooked up a few times, he was an asshole, but you couldn't deny that he had something that moved you, he could make you feel like no other boy had ever done before, and you hated him for it, that's why you two has nothing serious, but it seemed like every day that passed, the more he pursued you. The boy walked up to you, standing close enough for you to smell the strong scent of his perfume.

- You know I don't like you calling me that - he grabbed your chin to force you to look at him - But you know what I like even less? Seeing my girl in another guy's arms.

- What?

- If you continue pretending it will be worse, I saw you and Harrington at the party, you seemed to be having fun - the smile disappeared from his face.

It was true, Steve was drunk enough to shamelessly flirt with you today, he didn't leave you the whole party, not caring who was watching. But you didn't know Billy was there, you didn't even imagine that your friend had invited him, she probably didn't, Billy never needed an invitation to go somewhere.

- And what are you going to do if I say I was really having fun? - you crossed your arms.

Billy's jaw tensed, jealousy burning in his eyes, a strange smile forming on his lips, he clenched his fist at his side, controlling the urge to hold you against his body.

- Then I'll have to remind you of everything I make you feel - he leaned down to your ear - everything that only I make you feel.

In one quick movement, Billy reached down and grabbed your waist with one arm, easily throwing you over his shoulder while holding your thighs firmly with his other arm. You struggled and screamed for him to put you down, but all you got in return was a slap on your ass that burned along with the desire that was beginning to emerge between your legs, knowing where it would lead.

- Quiet - he said as he took you to the car.

You don't know how he managed to throw you in the back seat of the car without even giving you the chance to escape, when you sat down, the smell of a new car along with the smell of Billy's perfume and cigarettes invading your nose, the boy was in the doorway, hunched over and looking at you with a mischievous smile.

- Would my beautiful girl prefer me to fuck her in the car or in bed?

Your heart started pounding against your chest again, but now for another reason: anxiety. Without realizing it you bit your lip remembering how Billy could take you to heights, remembering the impetuous pace he always maintained you pressed one thigh against the other, already feeling how wet you were getting. Oh, God, you could hate Billy with all your might, but how you wished his hands were on your body.

- Where you think I will learn my lesson best - you finally replied, making his smile widen.

- That's my girl.

Sorry for any typos;

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

The Deep End - Billy Hargrove X Female Reader

Title: The Deep End

Billy Hargrove X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother (Mentioned), Billy's dad (Mentioned), Billy's mom (Briefly Mentioned), Will (Mentioned) Jonathan (Mentioned), the people of Hawkins (Mentioned), and Heather

WC: 4,670

Warnings: Pretending the Mind Flayer didn't possess Billy, Reader can't swim, Reader has anxiety, Reader is terrible at interacting with others mentioned, gossipping, sort of enemies to lovers mentioned, a bit of suggestion, a lot of italics, mention of abuse, mention of injuries, Reader is mentioned wearing a bathing suit (not specifically a bikini or one-piece, etc.), cursing, teasing, flirting, yelling, drowning, mention of panic attacks, Billy's feeling a bit guilty, slight angst, and fluff

It was hot. The summer sun was beating down on Hawkins, Indiana with no mercy. Sweltering rays of heat warmed every surface, from the sidewalk, the road, to the metal slides on playgrounds. There was no escaping this heat, nor the sun. Even with air conditioners on full force, sweat seemed to trickle down the nape of your neck, staining your thin shirt. 

Fanning yourself with a homemade paper fan, you slouched on the couch, hardly being able to pay attention to the TV that was playing some reruns of I Love Lucy. 

It was hot. And you were absolutely done with it.

There was only one place, in all of Hawkins, that you could go to that would and could help with the summer heat. One place that you hated going to. The mere thought of it filled you with dread. 

Hawkins pool. A mile or two from your house. Near the middle and high school. It was usually full of people during the summer, either sunbathing in lounging chairs or splashing in the chlorine pool. To anyone else, it was paradise in the very - crappy - small town. 

To you, it was hell. Screaming children, the chance of being splashed with cold water, older women ogling at young lifeguards, and just… A lot of people in general. 

You had only been there a handful of times, either with family or friends. In reality, if you had the chance, you wouldn't have gone in the first place. Every time you went, it felt like all of Hawkins was there. Too many people. You hated it. 

You weren't the most… Social of people. Which was kind of odd for the town of Hawkins. For example, some people thought you were weird. Like they thought Will and Jonathan Byers were weird. And people talked, they all hung out, they gossipped, partied, had potlucks, or barbecues in their backyards. 

You tried to get out of those situations, if you were ever invited to them, which wasn't very often thankfully. You weren't very good at communicating or having conversations that didn't just end with you subconsciously ending it for yourself and the other person. 

Even in school, you were pretty shy and introverted. You had hardly any friends, you only went to the book club - since it was quiet and you could read in peace - and you sat by yourself at lunch. And you enjoyed it. But now and then you would feel a little bit jealous. Seeing people chatting along with their friends, laughing and having fun. But it came to a point that you would rather focus on your studying or homework rather than pushing past your boundaries and trying to make friends. Too much of a hassle, you thought. 

So when Billy, the new kid in town, came to Hawkins, you never, in your wildest dreams, thought that he would ever notice you, or talk to you, or anything.

He was a popular guy, talkative, a ladies man, and a bad boy. He had friends, he had all the girls fawning over him, and he loved it. The attention, having such a reputation. He was so… Different from you.

So when he walked up to you at lunch, sat down in front of you, you could hardly believe what was happening. Why? Was the one word that circled in your mind. Why? 

It couldn't have been for any good reason, could it? Like with everyone else, he wanted something or needed something out of this interaction. You even let the thought of him just wanting to get in your pants pop up, but you brushed it off.

He did want something. And of course… He wanted you to help him with his homework. But not help him, he just wanted you to do it for him. Yay. For some reason, he thought since you were always reading all the time, that you would be smart enough to just do his work, but dumb enough to fall for his charm. 

Let's just say… That didn't work. 

You were smart - intelligent - Intuitive. You always had good grades and always made sure to keep them that way. You studied hard and enjoyed reading; whether from a book given to you for a lesson or from your shelf at home. You enjoyed school, since it busied your mind and gave you something to do. 

But that didn't mean that you were going to go so low as to just do his homework for him. It was his work to do, he could do it himself. 

And when telling him that, you expected him to roll his eyes, scoff maybe, and find some other smart and defenseless person to trick, and to never bother you again… Good riddance. But he didn't. He grinned. 

Oh, he kept coming back. Again, and again, and again. He just wouldn't let up. The first couple of times, he tried to convince you to do his work for him; he said that he just didn't have the time, or that he was going out for that night. As if he thought that was going to help him in this situation.

And after a while, of either ignoring or telling him you'd be late for class and walking away, he switched on you. 

Instead of asking for help, he went as far as to ask you out. 

Really?

You turned him down, every time. No, you didn't want to go to the diner after school for a milkshake. No, you didn't want to go see that new movie at the drive thru. No, you did not want to go to a party with him. Who did this guy think he was? 

It was irritating, everyday you would become paranoid from just the idea of Billy walking over to you at lunch, popping up beside you at your locker, or trying to talk to you during the two classes you shared with him. You had already gotten in trouble once. 

At the four month mark, though, Billy stopped trying to get you to go out with him, and started trying to get to know you? Or that was just what it seemed to be what he was doing. It was hard to tell, he was just so confusing, and irritating, and cute… God…

You hated him. So it became sort of a surprise to you when you and Billy started dating. 

And it wasn't just because Billy wanted to get in your pants or just check you off on his list as another person he's dated. To Billy, you weren't some prize to be won. You weren't someone to trick and fool with charming grins and flirtatious remarks.

You had your doubts in the beginning, but Billy proved himself and showed you that behind the facade of aggression and bad boy reputation, he was just highly misunderstood. His past and current trauma that he was suffering from at the hands of his father made him the hating and reckless person he was. But, deep down, he was hurting.

~~~

You never thought that, while watching a movie at your house, that Billy would rip off the bandaid and just tell you. And that was long before you had asked him where he had gotten the black eye from an hour before.

"It was my dad," His words rang out, seemingly echoing throughout your room; lingering.

The air was thick, as you swallowed, looking up at Billy who sat beside you, he stared at the TV screen. Your eyes flickered, noticing how soft and sad his blue eyes were, in such contrast to his hardened expression. 

"Billy…" You muttered, your heart breaking for him, your hand reaching out to curl around his arm.

Billy's jaw clenched, as did his fists, his knuckles turning white. "He has been since I was a kid." His voice was thick with emotion, though he tried to control it; still staring at the screen. You felt your eyes sting, biting your bottom lip so as to not let it tremble. "He's the reason my-" He couldn't finish, snapping his gaze from the TV and standing. 

Abruptly, he moved off the bed, clenched fists at his side as he faced away from you. You slid off the bed as well, but you did nothing more, in fear that if you got too close that Billy would close back up and or leave. 

"Billy, you don't have to continue." You spoke softly, watching as Billy only shook his head.

"I hate him." He muttered, his voice matching your own. You took your chance to walk closer, going around his side to stand in front of him. 

His expression broke you. That charming smile, mischievous glint in his eyes, it was all gone. In its place, was a broken young man, who just wanted to love and to be loved. 

Reaching out, you cupped his cheek, Billy's eyes closing before you dropped your hand to instead circle your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Billy slowly did the same, his arms wrapping tightly around you, his hands resting on your back; fingers gripping your sweater with a death grip. 

He dug his face into your neck, letting out a shaky breath. It didn't take long until you felt his tears seeping into the soft fabric of your sweater, which only made you hold him tighter. 

The world was so cruel to him.

~~~

People still didn't believe that you and Billy were an item, more so at school. It annoyed you, but you ignored it, like you did with most things at school. Billy seemed to pay it no mind whatsoever. 

He'd go about his day like nothing happened. His arm looped over your shoulders as he walked you to class, lunch, to his car. He'd still do everything like he had before, minus flirting with others. He ignored every flutter of eyelashes and moved away from every suggestive arm caress. To some people, it seemed Billy was slowly changing to be a one gal guy. And people would look, stare, gossip. And that was the worst part, the gossip. 

"Oh, they won't last more than a month."

"A week tops! I heard that she's paying him to pretend to be her boyfriend."

"I don't know why Billy is wasting his time. He should be with me."

But all that didn't matter. What mattered was you and Billy. 

And you missed him. While you were stuck at home, dying of heat stroke, and Billy was at the pool, dying of heat stroke… Really, you could've been dying together. 

But no, he had to work. In the one place that you hated going to. The one place that you swore you'd never walk into voluntarily. Until today, right now.

Letting out a groan, you stood up, your skin sticking a bit to the couch as you did so. Trudging through the house, you continued to fan yourself as you climbed up the stairs and headed up to your room. 

Digging through your closet, you pulled out a small cardboard box. Rifling through it, you pulled out your old bathing suit. Lifting it up, you tilted your head before nodding; it should still fit. 

Grabbing your canvas tote bag, you stuffed your suit, and whatever else you needed into it before you left.

The drive was nothing more than relaxing. You turned the cold air all the way up, but you wished that the drive was longer. 

Your nerves had begun to overwhelm you once you parked. Looking out your driver's side window, you could already hear the screaming of children. It was going to be a nightmare… But less so since Billy was there. 

Letting out a breath, you pushed the door open, instantly hissing at the hot rays of the sun that were hitting you. Blinking your eyes, you begrudgingly shut your car door and walked over to the open gate.

Immediately, you felt tense. Feeling people's eyes upon you, even when they weren't even looking. The prickling on the back of your neck sent a chill down your spine. Swallowing thickly, you stepped in further, your eyes quickly finding Billy sitting on the lifeguard tower. 

You felt a breath leave you as you walked over, stopping to stand beside the tower. And though your nerves had died down somewhat from just being near Billy, the pool in front of you did not help. 

Looking up, you observed Billy. How he sort of slouched in his chair, legs spread, eyes surveying the pool goers, absentmindedly biting on the tip of his pool whistle. The sun beating down on him, a stern look on his face. It made you smile lightly, almost forgetting that you were even in Hawkins pool. Who gave him permission to be so God damn stunning? 

"Hey… B." You spoke up, quickly gaining the attention of the dirty blonde. 

He whipped his head around and down, his serious expression slipping away into a grin once he saw you. "Hey there, gorgeous." He greeted you before climbing down the lifeguard tower ladder. "What are you doing here? I thought you hated the pool." He continued once he was standing before you, giving you a slow once-over, chewing on some gum. 

You shrugged, "I missed you." Glancing around, you pivoted your weight from one foot to the other before looking back over at him. "... Aren't you supposed to be up in the tower, watching people?" You asked as you raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile slowly crawling on your face.

Billy only shook his head, his grin widening as he glanced around the pool, "I can watch them all perfectly fine from right here." He spoke, looking back at you before gesturing to your bag. "You swimming?" 

Smile faltered slightly, you shook your head. "I won't swim, but I'll definitely stand in it. It's so hot out." You glanced at the sky briefly, squinting, "Too hot."

Billy hummed, and again, you didn't miss the way his eyes raked over you. "Well, I'll watch out for you. Give you mouth to mouth if something bad happens."

Letting out a small laugh, you shook your head, "Yeah, sure, okay."

"Seriously," Billy answered, pointing a finger at you, a hardly stern look on his face, "Be safe."

You wanted to say that you'd be fine, it was just a pool after all, but you knew better. You'd make sure that you weren't close to the deep end, you knew that there was a steep decline into the deep water… And well, not knowing how to swim would probably be a problem at that point. 

But you only nodded, your smile softening, "I promise. I'll be fine." 

Turning around, you headed off to the changing rooms, but right before you could take your first step, you felt Billy take your hand; tugging you back around to face him. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but Billy didn't give you a chance. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, physically melting as you let out a sigh. 

You felt dazed when he pulled back, a teasing grin on his face as he looked down at you. "See you in a minute, sunshine." He spoke, and you nodded; almost floating as you walked off to the changing rooms, hardly noticing some of the neighborhood mother's glares. 

You were on cloud nine, your mind completely glossing over you putting on your bathing suit until you stepped back out. You fell right down at the overwhelming sight of all the people. 

Did they multiply when you were in there?

Letting out a breath, you walked over to the steps of the pool, carefully stepping in, you were immediately greeted with the sweet chill of the water. Pushing away from the railing, you swerved past a couple of kids, mothers with their younger children and toddlers before finding yourself in the section of the pool where you felt the safest - the water hitting just below your chest. 

Looking up, your eyes met Billy's stare. At you spotting him on his perch, he let a small smirk find its way on his face; winking. You didn't even realize that you were smiling, shyly looking away and just chilling near the edge of the pool, back pressed to the concrete. 

It hadn't even been more than ten minutes when a few kids were splashing around near you, pushing each other by the shoulders into the water, only to pop up; their laughter merging with the already loud atmosphere. 

To get away from them, you slid to the side a few steps, wiping away the bits of water that managed to land on your face from their havoc. Though refreshing, it was a tad bit annoying. 

A sharp whistle rang out through the air, grabbing your attention and everyone else’s, “Hey, gasbags!” Billy yelled out at the kids that were rough-housing near you; they looked up at him in what seemed to be fear, “Don’t make me ban you from the pool!”

After that, you had grown less anxious by a considerable amount. You would feel your heart rate accelerate when someone got too close or when you accidentally made eye contact with someone as you were surveying the pool - awkward. But, for the most part, you were enjoying yourself, to the extent that you were in the perfect spot to casually look up and see Billy only feet away.

You only snapped your gaze away from your boyfriend when you felt something bump into you. You stumbled slightly to the side before fumbling backward. Your eyes widened as you felt yourself falling backwards, arms flailing, your feet dropping past the cliff in the pool.

You crashed to the water, slowly sinking to the bottom. Your mind had frozen, totally out of control as everything muffled around you. Your eyes were screwed shut, your mouth closed with the little bit of air you were able to gulp down in the process of falling. 

At the tightening of your chest, your eyes flew open, panic settling in. You tried to look around, the chlorine burning your eyes as you watched peoples' legs kick around in the water; like from a scene in Jaws. 

Trying to propel yourself up with your arms, you finally reached the bottom. Thrashing your arms, you pushed off the bottom of the pool with your legs, trying to reach up to break the surface, but it seemed so far away. When really, if you only had a bit more time, one last push would've made you break the surface. 

You felt tired, your chest burning as were your lungs and throat. Your eyes drooped, and suddenly, you inhaled. You felt like you were drowning. You were drowning. As the water filled your lungs, you watched with blurry vision as bubbles floated up to the dimming surface above. 

Your ringing ears slowly faded, your vision with it. And for some odd reason… You felt at peace.

With the little bit of consciousness that you had left, you felt something grab you and pull you up. What felt like hours, had only been a minute.

Suddenly, your eyes opened, and you turned on your side as pool water expelled from your mouth with force. You coughed, chest heaving as you choked on the remaining water in your mouth; the taste was foul. 

You felt a hand on your back - rubbing soothing circles - a voice speaking to you, or trying to. It was hard to make out what they were saying. Slowly, you were moved back to your back, your droopy eyes blinked heavily as you stared up at the person over you. 

Slowly but surely, your vision got better, allowing you to see a very distressed Billy. His mouth was moving, talking to you, no… Yelling. But your mind couldn't process it. What was he saying?

He lightly tapped your cheek with his palm, just as your hearing began to return, you suddenly felt really tired and your throat burned. Little droplets fell from his wet curls, landing on your neck and cheeks. 

"Y/N, can you hear me now?" He asked, and you nodded slowly. You watched as he let out a big sigh, taking you in his arms and helping you sit up. His warm hands, wet with the same pool water brushed over your face, pushing back your wet hair. His blue eyes, hurriedly and worriedly, checked over you swiftly for any sign of cuts, bruises before checking you for a concussion; which you did not have thankfully. "You scared me for a minute." He muttered, "Do you think you can stand up?" 

You opened your mouth to speak, "B…" Your throat burned, screaming out to you to stop, and so you did, just nodding instead.

"I know, I know…" Sowly, Billy helped you stand up, your hands holding onto his arms tightly. His hands gripped your waist and lower back, just in case he would have to catch you. That's when you noticed everyone staring. Everyone was watching you, everything was deathly quiet. You ducked your head down, as if that would help, closing your eyes tight, you felt your chest tighten once more. Billy, being the super attentive boyfriend he was, immediately noticed your oncoming panic attack, quickly and carefully leading you to the first aid room near the pool office and changing rooms. "Take my shift, Heather." He grumbled, passing the other lifeguard.

Looking up from the office window, she watched as Billy passed with you beside him. Huffing, she stood, "You owe me." She muttered before leaving the office to take his place as the lifeguard. 

Billy quickly opened the first aid room. It was bigger than a typical Janitor's closet, but small enough that it couldn't fit more than probably twenty people; if they all squished together shoulder to shoulder.

Sitting you down on a chair, you leaned back against the back of it, your head tilting to the side, your ear pressed to your shoulder. You watched as Billy pulled a large towel from a shelf, turned towards you and wrapped you in it. Rubbing his hands up and down your upper arms, Billy's eyes flickered over your face, the same distressed expression on his face. "Y/N, talk to me."

You blinked, lifting your head slightly, "I- I am never going into that pool again." You muttered, your voice still a bit rough, but getting better. 

And from your response, Billy cracked a small smile, a real, fond one. "You don't ever have to. You can sunbathe. Or, hell, bring a book with you if you want."

You nodded slowly, allowing yourself to smile, "That's a good idea."

Sighing, Billy pressed his hand into your cheek before grabbing the edge of the towel and gently drying your face and then hair. "When I said that I'd love to give you mouth to mouth… I didn't mean when you were drowning." He tried to joke, but inside he was still panicking. 

You did your best to do the same. You knew that if you started freaking out, then Billy would too. "I'm okay. I'm just tired." You blinked your burning eyes. "I think I want to go home." You murmured, and Billy nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, let's get you home." Helping you stand, he then helped get your things, and grabbed his, before punching out and leaving for your car. 

Buckling you in, you took his hand, "What about your car?" You had asked, but Billy shook his head.

"It'll be fine for tonight." He shut the passenger side door before hopping into the front seat. "You're more important." He muttered, and you almost didn't hear it once he turned the engine on. 

The entire drive home was silent. A tense fog in the air, breathable, but anxiety-filled. You wondered if he was angry at you, which you knew was ridiculous, but the thought popped into your head anyway. But the grip he had on your thigh, tight but comfortable, brought you out of that negative headspace. Your hand carefully laid over his, your thumb brushing along his knuckles. Pressing the side of your cheek into the passenger side window, you let yourself shut your eyes. 

~~~

When you next awoke, you were in your bed. Billy nowhere in sight. Blinking, you stared up at your creme ceiling, your fingers gently brushing up on your warm, blue comforter. And suddenly, you felt hot.

Kicking off the blankets, you at least kept part of the sheet near your feet, observing your yellow sleep shorts and one of Billy's shirts on you. Thank God you weren't still in that bathing suit. At this point, you wanted to burn it. Pushing your hands against your bed, you propped yourself up, scooting backward and leaning back on the headboard. Swallowing, you coughed lightly, taking a glance and noticing a small glass of water on your bedside table. 

Taking it, you took small sips, allowing your mind to process what had happened. You almost drowned. Billy saved you. You are alive. You are home. You replayed those words over and over in your head, trying to tell yourself that everything was okay. You were safe. 

At the light knock at your door, you looked up as it opened, Billy pausing briefly, meeting your eyes before walking in. He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down at you, less worried, but with that same look in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked, and you nodded. "Your mom said you were, her being a nurse and all."

You bit your lip briefly at the thought of Billy bringing you home and making sure you were alright with the help of your mom. "Yeah," You took his hand into yours, "I'm okay. Thanks to you."

Billy pursed his lips, eyes hardening ever so slightly as he turned his head to stare down onto his lap. He said nothing for a moment, his grip tightening in your hold slightly. "Why didn't you tell me that you couldn't swim?" He then asked, and you sighed, biting your bottom lip.

"It's embarrassing." You muttered, feeling your eyeballs sting with salty tears. "And I only went to get out of the heat. I didn't plan on going out that far, honest. I just tripped." You spoke, rushed, making Billy turn to look up at you.

"I'm not angry at you, if that's what you're thinking." He remarked, and you stopped, looking up at him. "I'm angry at myself. I should've kept my eyes on you like I said I would."

Shaking your head, you gave him a smile, "You didn't know that I can't swim. None of this is your fault." You shrugged a shoulder, “Plus, if you were watching me the entire time, you wouldn’t be protecting everyone else.”

After a few moments of silence, of gazing into each other's eyes, he spoke, "I'm giving you lessons." He gestured to the door, "Your mom, she was pissed when I told her what happened. She asked me to teach you."

Huffing, you rolled your eyes. "I never want to swim or even go near that pool again." You groaned, and Billy nodded.

"You never have to, but I'll gladly teach you only when you want to learn." He answered, earning a hesitant nod from you.

Another moment passed, "Thank you, Billy." You whispered, sniffling lightly as you looked at him.

His smile, small but genuine, sent shivers down your spine, "Don't mention it." He muttered, leaning forward to press his lips to the center of your forehead. Tracing his fingers along your cheek, you pressed your hand to his, keeping it on your cheek.

"Are you staying the night?" You alee softly, and Billy smirked, his half-lidded eyes bored into yours.

"I was planning on it." He leaned back down to brush his lips against yours. "Any movie suggestions?" 

Shutting your eyes, you answered, "Anything but Jaws." 

[mrssoapmactavish]

maneater - chapter one

"if you're in it for love, you ain't gonna get too far"

this is the 'first' part of the andromeda series! still working on an official title for it all, but when it's set in stone, that'll be how you can easily find these works :)

mdni at all times! ageless/empty blogs are not welcome here!!

steve harrington had always had a bit of a thing for the emotionally distant women, even if no one would dare point it out to the boy. maybe it's the abandonment from his parents, but it's most definitely not the healthiest thing in the world for him, in fact more often than not leaving him heartbroken, such is the case with the last 'girlfriend' he'd had, nancy wheeler.

after barb's disappearance, she had gone from interested like the sweet, naive schoolgirl falling head-first for the captain of the basketball team like his parents would've hoped for him– if they were actually around, mind you– to detached, then eventually very obviously palling around with jonathan byers.

after accepting the fact that nancy was never really his to begin with– and accepting the heart-aching sting of unrequited love, another emptiness in his life that swallows him whole with loneliness– things had mostly re-stabilized. he was back to hating classes, having tommy and carol still chirping in his ear like nothing had happened. like him and tommy didn't get into a fight last year around this time, before steve had been back into the endless cycle of girls throwing themselves at him, basketball, and feeling oh so alone.

and now, lo and behold, the year he's bound to graduate and he's been applying to colleges and universities left and right, he saw billy hargrove and his two sisters.

sure, he already had a bone to pick with billy himself– the kid had the whole bad-boy thing going on, all the girls that hadn't had a chance to get swayed or swooned over king steve were utterly enamored– but he was pretty indifferent about the young redhead, knowing that the kids would eventually have something to say and he'd get an earful secondhand from nancy.

no, his interest was in the dirty blonde in the leather jacket with cherry-red lips and a furrow in her brows.

she'd been cold and detached when he had first approached her. fine, cool, he totally gets it. but seeing the way billy had given him the nastiest side-eye for greeting his sibling? it lit a fire in him, something he hadn't really felt for a while, and seeing her in his first class of the day stoked it, the flames licking within him, even if he can feel the sting of guilt knowing that this new student is just as interesting to him as nancy had been.

his eyes were locked on her, even as he pretended to laugh along with whatever stupid jest tommy had made that had carol smacking his shoulder and lecturing him, and the way she shifted her balance from foot to foot in front of the class as the insufferable chem teacher continues to ask her about herself.

"we moved from orange county. me, my brother, our half-sister, step-mom and our dad." her tone is full of boredom; she'd rather be anywhere but here, he can feel it coming off of her in waves, but his curious mind swirls at all the possibilities of what she'd rather be doing.

the thought of the girl in a cheerleading uniform just didn't fit. no, she's not the type of girl to spell out a cheer, to shake those ruffled pompoms and get the crowd roaring with excitement. nor was she the sports type; the idea of seeing her in short volleyball shorts is being filed away for later, though, don't get him wrong.

no, the first thought that comes to his head about what she would be doing is something steve harrington would've avoided a year ago.

it's strange to him; he'd never been a big fan of heavier music, always preferring catchy, danceable songs about love, parties, and other light topics, but he could close his eyes now and hear music blasting from an amplifier. she's the type to smell like vanilla and cinnamon, mostly to cover the smell of nicotine from sharing a pack with that ratty brother of hers.

the longer he watches her clash against the teachers' attempt to integrate the outsider into the class community, the more he can imagine of her. the type to drink beer at a party, to hang around whatever friends her brother had because the girls bore her with their chatty nature and mindless gossip.

as much as he wants nothing to do with the 'hargrove' name, he'd give up as many practices as possible to get so much as a glimpse into this girls personal life.

watching the girl walk with confidence but no real anger in her gait to the back of the class, sitting herself down at a table with no other students to be left the hell alone, steve finds himself staring down at his watch. he could swing skipping practice today, maybe, just to see if she'd talk to him more.

"this kinda looks like your old girlfriend, hahaha!" - scotty, evil dead (1981)

steve is, quite honestly, indifferent about the fact that he didn't choose to just skip basketball practice today. on the downside, hargrove is here, smirking and snide and really just giving far too much sass, making him seem like a scrawny kid who only got called the captain of the team because he was king steve.

he'd be absolutely fuming and ready to bitch and moan about this all afternoon and evening to anyone who'll listen– tommy, probably, and try to tone it down a bit more when he's around nancy later– if there wasn't a certain cherry-lipped blonde sitting on the stands, flipping through some boring, keep-you-busy magazine.

sure, he knows the girl won't talk much with him, but it means that the very least he can do is focus more on the game, if only to selfishly hope he'll catch her eye and at least be talked to more than a scowled out greeting. he's dying to talk to someone who doesn't know him as the same prick he was throughout highschool, he's realized.

someone who doesn't, hasn't, or never will associate him with that horrid label of king steve. maybe someone who'll look at him, what he does hanging around the school and occasionally chauffering around some of the kids, and see someone interesting. valuable. worth her time.

too bad his train of thought distracts him from keeping his footing, because it makes it much easier for billy to knock him off his feet, leaving steve to slam down against the scuffed gym floor. now that's embarrassing, he thinks to himself, what a way to make a first impression.

he's not sure whether or not billy had seen the glances towards his sister, he assumes it's the reason for the abrupt shove to the ground, especially in a no-contact sport like basketball. one thing he's very well aware of, however, is the pair of eyes on him from high up in the stands, watching his movements. it makes part of him feel elated; the idea of finally catching her attention, even if it's just because of a loud noise and a human concern for pain, sends a ripple of excitement through his veins.

steve is helped up to his feet, but not before billy mutters something he doesn't quite catch or process right away. "should've planted your feet," the californian mutters, then continuing on with the game like nothing had happened, the jeering and taunts continuing.

steve is no fool; knows that billy hargrove is aiming to dethrone him as king of hawkins high.

a year ago, that might have irked him. his popularity was all that kept his facade together, the glue that kept steve harrington from being exposed as a kid, desparately seeking meaningful connection, something he'd never gotten from his parents. he doesn't like seeking external validation, but because he'd never truly gotten it unconditionally from his parents, he knows it's what he needs to survive. and christ, what's so wrong with him that he doesn't deserve even a single attaboy?

but now? now that he and nancy have been slowly falling apart and he's having to face the fact that he's lost his first love, who he's been turning around for, reforming from his old ways for? now that tommy hagan and carol perkins are only faking friendship with steve, all because steve wouldn't let them call nancy a whore for hanging around jonathan byers?

he couldn't care less. as long as he has something to keep his mind off of the loneliness that seeps into his bones, a reason to stay as far away from his empty home as possible, a reason to come to school every day.. he's alright. at least, he hopes he is.

as he puts on the facade of not being affected or rattled by this entire revelation from the floor of the hawkins high basketball court, he notices that billy hargrove's sister watches intently from the stands, no longer bored and flipping through her magazine to occupy her idle hands and mind.

it's strange, how even just that brings a smile to his face.

[wild-lavender-rose-musings]

Thinking about Billy’s hand resting on the back of the passenger seat where you’re sitting as he looks over his shoulder to back up. Thinking about how his hand lingers there as he keeps driving, sliding down to absently tug at your hair and rub the nape of your neck. Even though he does it without thinking, Billy can’t help but smirk when you lean back into his hands, loving the way you trust him, loving the way you respond to his touch.

[eggroolz]

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20. queer. inlove w/ billy hargrove.

billy is my pride and joy so whatever you have about him, i’ll take it.

sub!billy is my all time fav so this blog is dedicated to that sweet, needy side of him. if that’s not your jam, take your toast elsewhere.

respect me, respect the people on this blog, yadayada. you guys can act civilized enough.

surely.