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Billy Hargrove x reader

Idle hands are the devils playground

Summary: Billy hating you and you hating billy. But not really, getting close to you after fake dating. Teasing him , having what is stereotypically a 'girls night'plaiting his hair and painting his nails.

Wordcount: 3385

Warning: language, sex references, I don't know what this is came to me at 3am. Showering together with clothes on.

A/n: Still pissed at Max, I thought it was a trick her saying she wanted Billy dead like wtf girl, man, if i was vecna you would've be first you little bitch. SORRY. Also , this is the last imagine before I go away Wednesday till late friday for my birthday! So stay safe and I'll be back soon to write bulltrue p2. :) also uk weather is killing me. NOT MY IMAGES

To say the least you hated Billy, you despised him. Oh, but his feelings for you were similar. Seeing you with Steve every day and those fucking nerds, why would you hang around with them. Why wouldn't you want to be around him? He hated you having a better relationship with Max than he did, even though he didn't try.

Didn't help that he'd see you all the time because you just happened to hangout with Max. He hated how you could brush him off so easily, no one did that to him. After the first few tries of flirting with no interest from you he decided he wouldn't be nice anymore. The whole 'he's mean/teasing you because he likes you.' approach.

If you didn't hate him before you definitely did now. The way he treated the kids, Lucas? For liking his sister? C'mon he was like 12, oh would you rather Max to have no friends? What moves did Lucas have? 'Wanna see my transformers?' Who almost hits kids with their car and beats them up, you know he's like 5,9 but seriously. You were the kids unofficial babysitter alongside Steve, everyone loves a team up, you heard about everything.

And how many times did he beat up Steve up? Gosh darn, keep it in your pants, Steve is very hot doesn't me Billy had to get his attention like that, just bend over.

Like hell you'd accept a date with Billy after all that shit, should've done diy vasectomy when he was done to be honest when he was down, would've saved a lot of girls. Hell, Billy would even agree he just loves getting his pickle tickled. But he hadn't in a while ever since you were constantly plaguing his mind.

So when Billy had came looking for Max again when you were all hanging out at Steve's house because his parents were never home. His anger was out of the roof seeing you not only with Steve but with his step sister too.

"Well, well, look who it is. You wouldn't happen to know where Max is, would you?"

Billy stood in front of you leaning on the wall, his face more angsty than usual, whilst his words were playful his tone was not. No charming smile, instead his jaw was clenched hard.

"Wouldn't you like to know, prettyboy." Smiling at Billy purposely trying to rile up him, standing up straight off the wall, stepping close to you, attempting to intimidate you. He was dangerously close you could feel his breath on you.

"Cut the shit, where is she?" His words harsh yet no louder than a whisper, grinding his teeth as he spoke. His hand placed above your head on the closed door boxing you in.

"What do I get if I tell you?" Smurk creasing up your face once again. His brows crunching together, eyes softing on you for a moment.

"Ugh, what do you want?" Billy couldn't deny his interest.

"Well, I want you to my fake boyfriend." The frown that covered his face previously was replaced with a mischievous grin, that was very interesting to him, sounded like an opportunity.

"And why would I do that?"

"Curiosity. You're going to want it. You won't be able to resist. You're going to want to know what it tastes like." Leaning in close to him, your breath on his face your tongue drifting out your mouth for a moment licking your upper lip, Billy's eyes locked onto your movements. His mouth gaped slightly.

"But, seeing as you're a good man deep deep down I know that you'd never put me in a position that would compromise my honor, you'll do this without trying anything." Your fingers dancing over Billy's chest briefly before tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear. His hand gripping around your waist to stop you.

Truthfully there was not a person that ypu were trying to prove or make jealous by fake dating Billy, you just wanted to know if he was really as assholie as he put on. Or maybe yoyr reasons went deeper, Billy was attractive maybe you just wanted to know what it would be like to be his girlfriend without giving into him. Otherwuse you wouldn't ever get chance at having a very attractive boyfriend, you didn't think highly of yourself.

Almost falling on your ass when the door was pulled open, if it wasn't for Billy latched his hand on your other arm, holding you up until you steaded yourself on your feet.

"Y/n, what's taking so long? I thought you had...been kidnapped." Turning your head to see Steve stood at the door, eyes focusing on Billy as his words slowed down when first sight of him.

"Heya, bigboy. Just asking my girl here if Max is here." Steve's disgusted face turned to Billy to you to Billy to you. Maybe he thought the pet name was just Billy trying to get on your nerves, you both hated eachother too much or it would just lead to sex and that's it not dating yuck.

Billy's hands had long left your arms and now were wrapped your waist pulling you into him your back connected to his chest, his chin rested on your shoulder. It felt weird to have Billy touching you at all, the smell of salt , mint and vanilla surrounded you. Steve just stared eyes wide, eyebrows raised mouth open before calling for Max.

It was so unlike you to go for Billy you had displayed nothing but dislike for the guy and Steve even felt hurt but Billy made it believable. That didn't stop your hate for each didn't stop because that, though it wasn't as severe, the both of you did get to know eachother more in the couple of weeks.

Hell, Billy didn't even get with an girls whilst you were 'dating'. He would hold your hand, or have his arm around your shoulder or touching you someway in public. Openingly admitting you were together, even pecking your cheek. Though, of course both of you had set out ground rules.

Billy wasn't even sure why he had agreed to it, it was stupid, you would tell him why you needed him or did he get anything out of this(other than your lovely company of course).

At first it just included Billy being your personal chauffer to everywhere, him visiting you at family video ( even stealing half your lunch when you were on break sitting on the hood of his car together), taking you to the cinema. Far as you were concerned he was overdoing, you had underestimated him. He was a good boyfriend. He had it all done from the lingering soft touches to the heart eyed smiles. He was a great actor... pfft, sure he was.

Billy had moved out from his dad's house barely a month ago, although the thought of Max being alone with his father frightened him he knew him living close and 'dating' you, if anything was to happen she had someone to go to. His behaviour, though it was already getting better, had improved dramatically since having his own safe space. Finding yourself over his house often, you almost felt like the two of you were friends. The teasing however between the two of you never stopped. Really it wasn't teasing it was hardcore flirting.

Often you'd go there because of Max was or looking for her, deep down knowing that was far from the truth. Billy was either working, working out, smoking orbreleasing a little tnesion. Though, he used to Mr popular other than having girls over he was alone a lot. Hell, Max did feel bad for him after you shined a light on some of his issues and causes. Max felt a little guilty, so she started to come to his place. At first he was resistant to her being over but soon, she could come over without a fuss. Slowly , slowly their relationship was repairing and getting better.

Sat on Billy's couch as you watched him lift weights, Max sat close to you eyes set on the tv.

"Nah, mate you couldn't even do a push up with a bag of flour on your back." You spoke Billy's eyes catching yours, you had been making fun of him the whole afternoon. Placing the weights down, Billy had dropped to the hardwood flooring in planking positok

"Oh yeah? C'mere, Max."

"What?" Max's eyes had shot up to see her shirtless brother on the floor, words panicked as you laughed to yourself.

"On my back, now." shaking her head in resistance. Billy had looked up at her once , his lips in a straight line patience lowering bored with waiting. Sighing Max walked over, you following helping her sit cross legged on her brothers back.

After about twenty push-ups Max had got of Billy's back. "Yeah, we get it." Billy's smirk never left his face he squished down next to you on the couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

"Ew, stop Billy you're all sweaty!" Billy simply let out a low chuckle before throwing his legs over you, which was mostly his skin because his shorts were unbelievable short, trapping you.

Max had left shortly after to meet with the boys leaving you stuck with Billy. Shuffling from Billy's grip, though he doesn't budge instead he pushes you down, back against the seat of sofa. His whole body weight against you, his stubble tickling against your neck, breath hot his sweat sticking to you. Trying to pry him off by pushing his shoulders, his eyes looking back into yours.

Smirk piping up on his face for moment before he attacked your sides, his fingers tickling at your bare skin under your shirt. Squirming under him as air escaped your lungs quickly.

"N-no, p-pl-please!" Your words drawn out as you spoke between the short gaps of your laughs. Billy had grabbed under your legs pulling you close to him, right against him, his finger pressed into your thighs. His freckled cheeks slightly at your close contact but that wasn't because of nerves.Now right below him legs raised over his hips, his face inches from yours, breath hot your skin, his eyelashes fluttering at you as gazed down to your soft lips.

"Y-you smell and you've wiped all your sweat on me." Stuttering over your words slightly, breaking Billy's stare.

"Thanks, babe. You love it really." His voice laced with sarcasm, his hair dagging down. Scoffing at his words as you wiggled around trying to get away from him, only for to hold onto your thighs harder, raising an eyebrow at you warningly.

"No, go shower."

"Nah," squinting his eyes his voice high pitched as he answered you, lifting you from the sofa, giving you no choice but to hold onto him and not crack your head open on the floor. Before you could fully understand what was happening water was running and whilst holding Billy had gotten in the shower, soaking all your clothes. Mouth slightly gapped reacting to the cold water from the shower, Billy grinning at you.

"I said you not me!" Billys gripped still tight on you, eyes staring back into yoyrs, you did the only thing you could think of. Leaning forward you licked the side of his face. Eyes widening for moment as he pulled back from you, he had loosened his grip.

"Did you just lick my face?" He asked you rhetorical. His curls stuck to him weighed down by water, droplets travelling down his tanned chest, his long eyelashes clumped by the water.

"No?" You had defended unsure of your answer, taking the opportunity to slip from Billy's grip and out of shower. Water going everywhere, you had grabbed a towel.

"If you wanted a taste you only had ask." He had teased, now cleaning himself still in his shorts, sneaking glances as you stripped down to your underwear and bra quickly wrapping the towel around you.

"Go get something from my room to wear."

That's exactly what you did, now sat back on the sofa in one of Billy's shirts as Billy got dressed. One of your knees pulled up to your chest as you painted your toenails.

"Hey, since I accidentally soaked all your clothes, are you going to stay the- Oh , sweetheart," He began to talk to you from the hall, Interrupting himself when he saw you, your eyes locking up to him, his pupils dilated as he stared biting his lower lip gently. Heat rushing to your cheeks.

"No, Billy I was going to walk home in your t shirt and that's all. Yes, I'm staying, now order food or cook." Sarcasm dripping from your words, Billy letting a 'shesh' turning his head back at you as he walked to the phone, from the corner of his eyes he looked you, small smirk on his face.

Soon he had ordered and was sat next to you again, deciding to watch st elms fire because you had insisted he was coping Rob Lowe.

"C'mon, Billy! Let me paint your nails, guys especially with long hair look so hot with them. Would drop my pants for David bowie wit-"

Truthfully, when you'd ask Billy to do certain things, even if wanted to( which 99 percent of the time he did.) he'd make you beg before agreeing. He loved to hear that. The last sentence particularly interesting to him. It wasn't unknown to him that he had really grown attached to you over the last weeks.

"Okay, fine." With smile giggle of excitement that made Billy's heart swell, you began your work. Applying one coat of black nail polish to his nails was all that was needed, eyeing your handy work. Billy couldn't help but agree that it look good, but then again he always did.

"You gonna drop your pants now, babe?"

"I did, in the bathroom remember? " scoffing at you in fake annoyance. Glancing up to his face his hair still damp, his face soft still his eyes reaching yours questioning the smirk on your lips, his eyebrows crunching together.

''Sit there." Pointing to the ground in front of you, the words coming out your mouth roughly. "And face the tv, go on." You explained further, Billy didn't argue, his plaid pajama pants against the coat hardwood floor.

The back of your knees sitting on his shoulders, legs over, thighs around his next as your hands ran through his hair. Combing through, tugging a little too hardhly on one lock as Billy let out a low groan, mqking you laugh quietly to yourself. Your fingers parting the hair, working through the hair quikcly as you plaited it.

You were glad you hand brought your polaroid, grabbing it from your bag next you on the sofa snapping a picture of Billy's hair and nails from above together. His hands laid flat against his thighs. Surprised that Billy didn't put up a fight against any of this, he was content. What at home he'd be well, shouted at, told that he's sniveling pussy, or a ponce. Now he didn't have to worry about that. He knew he was hot and his dad looked like he got stepped on at birth so...

"All done, pretty boy." Patting the sofa next to you.He laid across the sofa, his head on your bare lap as he brielfy felt his hair as you handed him the picture. Humming in approval. His eyes hooked on you again.

"Why did you want me to be your fake boyfriend?"

He hadn't asked previously but it had been plaguing his thoughts, that quedtion made your stomach twist upside down, gulping harshly at the thpught of answering. You couldn't not answer. Eyes focused on the tv where St elms fire continued play.

"I-i guess, well, uh-uhm I wanted to know what it would feel like, you know dating someone...someone like you- I mean like you could have anyone you want. Hell, I even reckon you've got Steve pinning after you. I just to see what it would be like even if it is fake." Unsure of yourself as you stumbled over your words. Billy sitting up from your lap, his knee touching yours, eyes studing you.

"I hate that you aren't the asshole you let on to be, I hate that I actually like you amd I hate that you're a good boyfriend. Fuck, you know what, I'm sorry." You explained quickly, cheels hot wirh embarrassment before Billy you could speak you had legged it to the bathroom.

Closing thr door behind you, you grabbed your jeans from hanging over the radiator, trying to ring them out further. So, they would be semi wearable, like you couldn't walk home wearing 40 pound jeans. You couldn't stay any longer, admitting your crush on Billy would haut you forever, the way his eyebrows quirked up in surprise. No doubt he was laughing about it, you felt so stupid. Creaking of floor boards could be heard faintly.

The jeans in your hands were pulled from you and dropped into the tub with a thud. Before you could even process it arms wrapped around your waist tightly, head rested on your shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?" His words harsh as he spoke slow to emphasis each word, his hair and stubble tickling your skin, heat radiating off him.

"Home?" Sighing at your attempt to answer surely instead came out like question, like you didn't even know what you were doing. Billy's scent had your knees weak intoxicating you. His lips graxing of your neck slowly before gh9sting up to your cheek, pressing his soft lips to there in a peck, breathe knocked out of your lungs for moment before you could inhale deeply.

"Really? Planning to leave in just my shirt? Running off before I can even talk to you? Kinda rude, y/n."

Only gulping to clear your throat, Billy had turned you around to face him, grin twitching on his face as he chewed his lower lip. His hair still pulled back in the plait from early, his pupils dilated, finger tips gliding across your shoulders, to the exposed skin on the neck line of the shirt.

"You have one thing wrong, I can't have anyone I want, I want you. But I understand that you wouldn't want that, you deserve better than me, y/n. I'm just an asshole with shits for brains." Billy explained whilst gripping your shoulders ashamed at himself, that he wasn't like...well wasn't like someone like Steve. Perfect ( beside his basketball skills, why didn't he take his advice).

And before Billy could say more your lips were on his, his hand cupping your face to kiss back roughly. Pulling a way from his lips, his face inches away from yours, his blue eyes staring at you.

"Maybe I should decide what's best for me."

"Mhm, Think so?" Nodding at Billy, opening his mouth to say more the door was knocked and he rushed off to get it not before sending you a toothy grin. Following behind him , the room smelling like food quickly. The food at taken a long time to get here and frankly you had forgotten about it.

"So, wanna continue to be my girl, we've been acting like we were together anyways, not like it wasn' real?"

Truthfully, neither of you ever hated eachother.

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idjitlili · 2 years

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My favourite...i CANT FIND HIM IN TOY SOLDIERS WITH HIS CROPTOP. OMGSEAn astin i love him so much.

We've moved backwards in fashion. Bring 80s crop tops back. Guys it has happened before it can happen again. Be like this man. Learn from the master.

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idjitlili · 2 years

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hii ! can i request billy hargrove x f! reader & they have a friends with benefits but he doesn’t like her being touchy during sex and they get in a argument bc he thinks shes clingy and then at a party she catches him kissing/having sex with another girl but he says they weren’t ever exclusive so she tries moving on and maybe she starts dating eddie or steve & he regrets it & misses her ( you can decide if they end up together or not ) & i apologize if this is a long request ! btw i love ur reading 💕💕

Hi!! Thank you su much 💖it is changed a little

bit but here is your request!

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idjitlili · 2 years

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The wrong type of charmer

Steve Harrington x reader, slight Billy Hargorve x reader.

Summary: after falling for Billy's charm you agreed to go on date with him. Only to find him getting it on with another girl. Eddie quickly comes to comfort you, Steve and you begin to ' date which angers Billy as Steve is everything he hates.

Request: yes, changed a bit though.

Word count: 1939

Warnings: language, douche bag Billy. Insecure reader.

A/n: I'm terrible , I don't know how to end anything. nOT MY IMAGES , POOR COLLAGE MADE.

You knew what Billy was like, hell everyone did, it was the most obvious thing ever. He was the definition of a player, man whore, womaniser whatever you want to call it. It was incredible stupid to crush on a guy like him. Just go back to your bedroom and fantasise about Rob Lowe! Save yourself some hurt. Of course you didn't. Stupid, tight jeans , long hair and piercing eyes.

Maybe, he came after you just to cross you off, or maybe it was because you hadn't given him the time of day and he loves a challenge. Only getting you when you were caught walking home in a storm and he had offered you a ride. You shouldn't have taken the ride, should've just got struck by lightning. You had only went on one date, one date.

The date consisted him taking you to eat fast food in a middle of a random field. Texas chainsaw massacre? You wished. He had been sweet , he actually talked to you and listened. Used those cheap petnames that he used on all girls. It made things worse. At the end of the date he wanted to kiss you but you had declined, and he had asked you if you would go out with him again and again you agreed. You wished you hadn't.

Maybe, it's because he didn't get the kiss or anything further that he went looking for more. Maybe, he brought you to a random party just so he'd get caught. Which brought you to now.When you had gotten to the party with Billy he had ditched you almost immediately.

Standing the door way of a bedroom watching Billy pound into a girl. He wasn't naked no, the girl however, her clothes were ripped all over the place, exposing her to the world. Billy had heard you come in, oh you knew he did when he turned to look at you smirking , though the smirk had dropped when he realised it was you.

"Fuck you, " The words slipping out your mouth before you could think. He hadn't stopped when you left , he didn't care.

You should've known, you did know. If you wanted a hot guy that was charming and hot as fuck you should've went after Dean Winchester. He would never treat a women like Billy did.You didn't cry, as you ran down the stairs and out the door smacking into Steve Harrington.

Steve who was out of place at the party, party Steve didn't exist anymore. He'd much rather pig out on Kfc and watch a movie with his friends these days. His hands gripping your shoulders stopping you flying down the porch, his eyes latched to yours.

"Y/n?"

Steve and you were close, best friends, ever since he had became babysitter Steve. Working alongside him and Robin at family video over summer. Steve the hair Harrington had been single for a long time other than one of dates that never went well. Hard to understand why when Steve always was a sweetheart, treated women as he should, above and beyond generally. Yes, he had a reputation, King Steve. So, he liked to get it on in the bathroom sometimes, he's a bigboy it's his nature. But with you, Steve was different.

He didn't know about the date you had with Billy, you didn't think it would last ( and you were right clearly) and you knew he wouldn't approve. Let's be honest you knew you had developed a small crush on him, so seeing Billy being a douche didn't hurt as much as it could.

"Oh, hi Steve." Speaking after composing yourself, his eyebrows crunched together, shocked to see you at a party. His eyes only leaving you when the door had slammed open and Billy who was not sober had began making his way towards you.

Grabbing on Steve you pulled him with you down the steps of the of porch.

"Where do you think you're going with my girl, Harrington?" His words slightly slurred as he chugged the rest of the bear in his can before tossing it. That's a disgusting habit, littering. Steves eyes going from you to Billy, who was stomping towards you both.

"We are not together Billy, you made that perfectly clear." Steve may of not liked the words that came out of Billy's or your mouth but he still shouted a range of foul words at Billy before leading you to his car and speeding off.

"What the fuck." Glancing at you birelfy before turning back to the road, his knucles white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. You decided not reply as he was going to break out into a rant.

"What the actual fuck, y/n? Why did Billy call you his girl? Wait, Tell me you didn't sleep with him? "

"No, I didn't." Looking out the window, the streetlights lighting up the pathment, that fact was a relief to both you.

"I don't know Steve, he was sweet when we had a date. Should've known he would've go off with someone else." Resting his hand on your thigh, he squeezed gently.

"Why him?"

"You don't get it, Steve. Feeling like no one will ever like you. Christ, you're Steve Harrington, you'll never know what is it like. Who wouldn't love you. Imagine you're me and someone finally shows a little bit of interest in you. Steve, I really liked him." You explained, picking at your fingers. Latching onto the door handle as Steve sharply pulled over, eyes widening at Steve's actions. Turning to you immediately after parking.

"You, oh my, Y/n/n , you're so silly to think you're anything less than so fucking beautiful. " His voice soft as his he brings his hand up to your cheek to wipe away a stray tear, your eyes latched with his chocolate ones. His hand dropping to hold yours.

"Fuck, truthfully, Y/n. I wish weren't friends. The real reason all my dates haven't been working out, is because I can't get you out of my fucking head. I wish I had told you before you went to Billy because you deserve so much better than Billy and I. " His thumb caressing over the back of your hand as his words stumbled out into a confession.

"W-what? Are you telling me you like?" Steve tilted his head as his lips curled up into a nervous smile nodding.

Cheeks going up in flames as your stomach twisted nerves jolting as you leaned forward pressing your lips to his in a quick peck. Waiting for any reaction on his face out than his mouth gapping open.

"Tell me how you feel." His words nervous as he scanned your face, he didn't want to be used like Nancy had used him when she didn't feel the same. Pausing to ponder, you had always pushed your feelings off claiming it was just because well Steve is hot and you were attached becayse he was your friend.

"I thought I loved you as my best friend, but now I realise I love because i'm in love you." Your eyes now fixed onto your lap again, heat rushing cheeks in embarrassment.

His surprising soft hands lifting your face to meet his eyes, his lips pressing against yours for a moment before you had reciprocated , his lips moves against your. Your hands moving up Steves arms into his hair, running though the ends, his hands gripped on your waist. Pulling away for a moment.

" I love you." His lips against your against yours once more, pulling away completly, his hand interlaced with yours.

"You know what would really bug Billy?" Steve had spoke breaking the comfortable silence.

"What?"

"If Billy saw us together, he hates me and the fact I'm with someone he couldn't get," pausing to let out a hefty laugh "he'd be so pissed."

"More like he'd beat you to a pulp again. "

"You know what probably, but I'll still have you." Pressing another kiss to your lips Steve smiles softly at you.

When you say Billy next he had tried so hard to charm you into forgiving you.

"Awe c'mon, babe. We weren't even exclusive, it was one date. We could be if you just say yes." Billy had cornered you at arcade when picking Max up. His less than innocent glances towards you caused goosebumps to erupt all over your body. Choosing not to respond to Billy you had just glared at him.

"Give me another shot, I'll be the god of your orgasm, exclusively I promise."

"Oh ew, fuck off, you mullet wearing asshole. " spitting your words at Billy, his smile dropped as ducked under his arms rushing away.

It didn't stop there, there were multiple incidents where Billy had came up to you, to try convince you.

Steve had taken you to get ice cream, eating it on the hood his car, the two of you waiting for the kids to come out of school.

"Do you want to trying some of mine, it's really good and I would know I tried all the flavours at scoops." Steve had gushed, his free hand wrapped around your waist holding you tightly, your legs thrown over his thighs.

Holding his ice cream cone out for you, you had went to try it but before you could Steve pushed the ice cream into your nose covering it with icecream.

"Steve!" His laughs dying down, as his face straightened watching you search your pockets for a tissue.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll get it for you." Before you could process, Steve had pressed his lips to your nose brielfy before pulling awau and licking his lips. It didn't work at all and Steve wiped the remaining of with his sleeve.

"Nah, I'm still trying it." Latching over Steve's hand you had licked the cone as Steve watched. Unknowingly to both you Billy uad gotten there before both you ( otherwise you would've heard the car) and had been watching the whole time tapping his fingers against the door.

Steve had pulled you between his legs, one arm wrapped around you, Whispering into your ear.

"Well, looky here, huh? Really? You could've had everything, babe." Eyes widening at Billy stopd in front you, glaring.

"Yeah, don't know why anyone would want all the STDs," Steve had coughed out, lifting you from between his legs back onto his hood as he sized up to Billy.

"What did you fucking say?" Spitting at Steve he went to grab Steve's shirt, you stood in between the two pushing him back.

"Whu don't you go fuck your dad some more, you insecure little boy , you can't even handle being rejected."

Okay so your words may have been harsh and Billy was like zero seconds away from knocking you about when all the kids had rushed up to the three of you. Or maybe he wasn't maybe he was so embarrassed that you were right that.

Either way, you weren't Billy's but he would try, he would do anything in his power to sway you. But for now you were with Steve.

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Billy Hargrove x reader

Point break.

Summary: Billy dragging you along on a roadtrip with Max and having to share a bed with him.

Word count:3961

Warnings: Language, Billy, mentions Billys mums 'accidental' death, One bed, Au Billy, mentioned reader has hair.

A/n: This was produced in less than 24hrs allow for cringe and errors. Images do not belong to me.

Since Billy almost died saving Eleven and thought he was going to die he found himself regretting a lot of things. Mainly how he treated Max when she was stuck living with his dad too. How his aggressive and narcissistic behaviour was mirroring his dad and he never wanted to end up like him. He couldn't. Not after his mother had fallen down the stairs. He would never treat a partner or child like that.

Not mention Billy missed how his mother loved and cared for him, he felt alone and all he was doing was pushing everyone away. He realised if he was going to leave that house his father would redirect his anger to Max, that made his stomach turn he wanted no one to be treated like that by someone that was supposed to love them. He wanted to fix his relationship with Max so wouldn't end up like him.

So that's how you got roped into accompanying Billy and Max on a roadtrip to California. Susan had heard from other parents that you had occasionally babysitted the kids when they were younger and were still watched out for them. Also, she had met you several times when picking and dropping Max up from the house when Billy was working and Max had informed her how bodaciously sweet and nice you were.

So, when Billy had went to her and not Neil to ask if he could take Max on roadtrip as it were back to California for a week once they got there since it was summer.. She had insisted Billy should take you to make sure Max was always watched ( over protective over strangers but not the dangerous man in her house) .

He didn't know how his dad would react but he didn't wait to find out and agreed to Susans conditions. This wasn't long after Billy was hurt qctually it was like three weeks later and his Dad had a tiny bit of sympathy for him and had left him along. God knows how Billy was up and about already. Billy wanted to forget everything that happened and all the over shit Max had told him that he could hardly believe but he did. You know being attack by the blob you tend to believe impossible things after that.

Billy had quickly approached you after that.

You weren't unfamilar with him, the opposite, everyone knew Billy even if you didn't attend Hawkins high. The 'michael Emerson' or the 'Rob Lowe'of Hawkins. Plus, who hadn't Billy hit on? Obviously he ran in to you a lot when with Max and when you were working in the record shop.

Well, and the fact you was there when he was stabbed like billion times whilst being lifted up with that glob arm in his body as a handle. In the ambulance you had went with Max holding her into your side as she sobbed with Billy being unresponsive. Then when Billy was in surgery you stayed with Max then too, and when he was out. Sat next to his bed you stayed with her, her head laid onto you as she slept. You had been there when he had woken up and that had surprised Billy to say the least.

Maybe Billy felt better that you knew about everything the upside down all that shit, he didn't want to go to Max all the time, he felt almost bad for doing that. Not that he did often. And Billy knowing Steve was looking after the kids qnd his sister the whole time, he almost , almost, felt guilty for beating the shit out of him. Not the fact that he dud that straight after his dad did the same to him. But now he was only teasing towards Steve , he didn't fight not unless he saw someone doing something truly terrible. Hell, he even was ok towards Lucas, wary 9ver hus intentions with his sister.

Everyone noticed Billy was not the same as he was before the 4th July 1986. He was still charming and flirtatious as ever, though wore less deep v necks due to the scaring, some may even say he was insecure of the scars. Basically he was like Dean Winchester but worse. Yes, maybe bisexual too , but for Stevie.

He knew you were working that day from Max, not because he memorised it.

"C'mon, babe, for Max. If you don't come I can't take her." Billy was following you around the record store like a lost puppy as you restocked cassettes.

"You want me to come so I can babysit your sister?" You spoke to Billy, you cared for Max but you didn't want to tag along if Billy was going to use you so he could get laid. Billy had hled back correcting you.

"No, Susan won't let me take her if you don't come, she likes you. For obvious reasons."

"Reasons?" Running his hand though hair once before leaning on the counter he had gestured you up and down.

"Because you look after all the nerds and Max looks up to you. Plus, you're smart and beautiful." Billy reframed from vulgar compliments which you half expected. Turning from your the stack of cassette , you made eye contact with Billy's pleading eyes. He did care you knew that, you knew from Max how had been, you knew it wasn't an act.

"Fine, I'll do it. For Max. "

There you were not even 24 hours later sat in the front of Billys camaro, Max sat in the back with her headphones on. Max was excited for you to be coming though insisted Billy would try get it on with you. Your shoes long forgotten, one of your bags on the floor in the front, drink in your hand as you sipped. You all had already eaten dinner, the sky getting dark as Billy drove hoping for a motel soon.

The music from the cassette Billy had put in was playing at a low volume , his had on the steering wheel as he focused on the road. Turning to look at Max again to find her laying against the door fast asleep her headphone now laying in her lap. Smiling softly you had turned back to the front, Billy glancing at you briefly.

" She's asleep." You looked at Billy as he only hummed in response, your eyes focused on hjm as you pulled the polaroid camera from your bag in the foot well. Eyeing Billy for moment through the camera, his eyes still fixated on the road, you had taken the photo, thr flash lightly tue car up. The phone had made Billy jump slightly he looked at you questionly as you pulled the photo from the camera putting the camera away. Placing the photo under one of your thighs to develop. Luckily Max didn't wake up from the noise.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking a photograph of you." Billy had only scoffed thinkimg for moment, when had he had a photo taken of him last? When his mum was a alive?

"Alright, sweetheart."

And that was it for conversation until about an hour later when Billy had reached a Motel finally and ran into the front desk to get a room. Not long later he had came back to the car passing you the keys. Carrying some of the bags , and Billy carrying Max in his arms to the room. Stood at the door as you unlocked and pushed the door open and turning the lights on. The room was very... vibrantly decorated, two double beds only meaning two people would have to share.

Dropping all the bags and grabbing your camera once again you had rushed to the other side of the bed where Billy was tucking Max in. Click. Billy had looked up to you shook his head slight and chucled light.

"This is going to be a constant thing, isn't it?" You only nodded, as Billy smiled at you leaving the room to get the rest of the bags. When he returned you had went to shower and brush your teeth before bed and after that Billy had swapped places and did the same.

You had assumed that you would just share with Billy brcause thats bit weird to share with a 15 year old girl. The room dark , only the light being from the tv, a slasher movie playing. Wearing shorts and an old t-shirt your legs laid under the covers sat up against the pillows. Eyes fixated on the tv until Billy had opened the bathroom door the light from the bathroom brielfy showing the droplets of water occupying Billy's bare chest before he turned the light out. His eyes glued to you as he made his way to the other side of the bed.

"Do you mind sharing? I can sleep on floor if no-"

"I don't mind. Just don't go nude, please." Sliding the bed next to you shuffling around for moment before he's in the same position as you.

" Damm, there goes my plans." Billy says in a playful tone gaining a small giggle from you, which makes him look at you and smile. Within an hour you're both asleep, and within two you're laid on his chest.

That's how Max wakes up to find you both Billy's arm wrapped around you, your face pressed against his chest. Max laughs when she sees your polaroid camera kn the bedside table quietly grabbing it and capturing the picture. Click. Her giggles as she grabs the photo shaking it and the noise from the camera caused both you and Billy to wake up.

Waking up to laying on somebody , especially to opening your eyes to see tanned skin , a tanned chest made you look up very quickly, to see Billy smirking at you.

"Good morning, sweetheart." You had sat up quickly, not to mention you had dribbled on Billy, wiping your mouth, your cheeks hot from being flustered.

"Hey, Max. Sleep well?"

After eating you were all on the road again; the sun blaring onto the car. More photos were taken and you had shown Max and Billy all the ones you had taken already, slotting them into a photo album you had brought when you Billy had stopped again.

That night the same thing happened and you woke up cuddling with Billy. The next night you been really tired, and it was later than the last couple of nights. Billy had reassured you that the next motel wasn't much further.

Yawning into your hand Billy looked at you sighing slightly, Max was already fast asleep.

"Y/n," Billy spoke softly careful not to wake Max again and face her moodiness.

"Hm?"

"Lay," Patting his thigh, he wanted you lay on him. Though, you thought if you did he would suggest blowing his horn. He didn't, when you laid against the rough material of his jeans, Billy's rough hand pushing the hair from your face before caressing your cheek gently with knuckles. Your eyes had been closed before and not long after you had been asleep.

Just like he had done for Max , he had carried you into the motel room bridal style after Max placing you in bed and removing your shoes. Lucky enough he didn't have to decide whether it would be wrong to remove your trousers since you were wearing like legging which you'd be comfy enough to sleep in unlike jeans.

Each passing day, hour, minute, second you felt yourself becoming more attached and closer to Billy even if you tried not to be. You didn't know how Billy felt about you, all you knew was that soon as he was out of Hawkins relief had washed over him and he was ten times less of an asshole.

You were only a couple hours away from California when Billy had stopped at a motel again. Max still awake for once flicked through the tv before Billy had sent her to the pay phone outside of the room to look in the yellow book for a pizza place and to order.

Billy had sat on the listening the music blasting out the boombox in the bathroom. Your mixtape. The faint sound of water running and the muffed sounds of you singing along to the heavy rock music coming through the speakers.

You couldn't see a towel and didn't want to get out of the shower naked, you had seen pyscho you didn't want to be perved on. Why weren't the towels close to the shower? Perv motel. Max had left before you had gotten in the shower and you hadn't heard her come back yet. There were was two options get the towel in creepy motel bathroom naked or call Billy.

"Billy?" Nothing, the boombox was too loud, though you didn't know Billy did hear his name but he didn't know if he was hearing things.

"Billy!" Shouting louder for Billy you stood freezing with the shower no longer running.

"Yes?!" His voice loud to over power the music behind the wooden door.

"I can't reach a towel!"

"Y/n, I'm coming in, okay?" Truthfully Billy couldn't hear clearly.

"Ok!" But he heard that. Hearing the door opening, muffled footsteps and the clip on the boombox stopping the music.

"Can you pass a towel, please?" Billy held a towel through the shower curtain, that ypu grabbed quickly covering yourself.

" You know the towel was right there, you could've got it." Pulling the shower curtain back to see Billy leaning against the sink counter. Smirking, he shameless looked you up and down, taking in everything. Feeling hot under his gaze you got out of the shower and stood in front of Billy.

"Haven't you seen literally every horror movie involving a motel, there are always peepholes. " Your comment earning a chuckle from Billy agrreing with your statement.

Stepping forward Billy used his hand to move your chin so you were looking into his Billy eyes, lashes fluttering at you. His other hand gliding across your cheek, you were putty in his hands.

"Wouldn't want anyone looking at my girl."

"Oi! What are you two doing?" That's when Billy let go of his grip on you, sent you a toothy grin before leaving the bathroom. Your legs still weak as you got dressed.

" I'll fuck who I want. I'd fuck Steve just to piss you off."

Then you reached California. The sea in view as Billy parked up at motel near the boardwalk. And soon the three of you were on the beach. Billy had brought his surfboard from home ( surprisingly Neil hadn't destroyed it like he did to everything his mum owned even photos of her).

"Hey wait!" Max and Billy had groaned in sync as you held up the camera again. Ignoring their protests setting the camera on the wall and rushing between Max and Billy. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pressed up against his bare chest again and Max had hugged into your side. His scars had healed really well, they were still noticeable but still he was shirtless.

Click.

That's how you spent the first day, on the beach. Billy surfed all day whilst Max had taken you off to spend majority9f the day on the boardwalk. Though, after a while you both decided to head back to Billy with food and drink.

You shouldn't have felt the way did about Billy you knew how he was with women, you knew. When you and Max made it back to Billy and saw holding his surfboard whilst talking to a bunch of girls you couldn't help the pinch of jealous twisting in your stomach. Looking down at Max smiling softly at you.

"Let's sit there, that lifeguard has been eyeing you the whole walk here." Max says ressuringly points to near the life guard tower. You hadn't noticed until Max had pounted out the lifeguard, he was lookimg at you and he was cute.

Neither you or Max called Billy over just set up both of of your towels, placing your food down. The sun beaming down on your skin, still standing pulling your shoes from your feet, Max unpacking the food sat on her towel.

"Hey," The deep voice had startled you dropping your shoe you had stood up to full height to see the lifeguard. His tight red shorts exposing his tanned thighs, dark hair. Not as short as Billy's shorts. His dark blond hair short though fluffy , he was cuter close up. His sunglasses around his neck.

"O-oh, hi." He smiled at you, tehn looked towards Max before turning back to you. Max was just pretending to be busy eating.

"I haven't seen you around before, trust me I would've remembered someone as beautiful as you." He says smoothly giving you a once over, your face heating up at his words.

"Y-yeah, just visiting for the week with my friend and her brother." Dean looked around again briefly, maybe because of the mention of Billy.

"Well, I'm glad I caught you then. I'm Dean, what's your name, sweetheart?"

" Y/n." You held your hand out to Dean who gripped your fingers so your nails down and placed kiss onto your knuckles.

"Lovely to meet you, Y/n." He held onto yoyr hand longer , way longer than neccessary. Though, he probably did just want in your pants but his piercing green eyes were seductive. Only nodding with a smile.

" This is a bit forward but would you l-"

He paused and then you felt arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your back into their wet chest, soft lips pressing a kiss to your cheek, turning your head to see Billy glaring at Dean.

"Well, it was nice meeting you." Then Dean was gone. Immediately pulling Billy off of you. You couldn't read his expression, he just stared at you, pushing back again.

"What the actual fuck was that?!"

Nothing, he just shrugged.

"Oh right, you can flirt with anything, but I can't have a guy hit on me? We are not together!" Shouting at Billy he flinched, when he didn't respond to you, you just sighed and turned away as you went to walk away he had grabbed your wrist to stop you. When you had looked at him again he sent you a sad smile before letting you go.

You weren't sure on Billy's purpose was to do, maybe he wanted to bed you and that guy Dean would have gotten in the way. Or maybe he was just a jealous guy and liked to stop people getting laid if he could, which you doubt because he never down that before that you had seen.

The conversation with Billy that day was minimal and he hadn't even went to back to the motel with you and Max. Max had insisted that he liked you and wanted in your pants. Maybe the reasoning was obvious. He did constantly call you his girl.

He didn't come back to your room until you and Max were in bed with the light out. You were awake however, you felt him climb into bed, shifting over to you and wrapping his arm around your middle pulling into his chest. He had taken a deep breath when rest his head on your shoulder, to take in your sent. He didn't smell like booze just salt , gum and smoke.

You weren't sure what to do or to think. Turning around to Billy, his hand still glued to your waist. He was surprised to see you awake, seiemg your e/c eyes staring back into his big blue eyes.

"You're my girl, not some blond assholes'." Whispering to you Billy finally spoke to you, only to make you roll your eyes.

"Oh? And you're not a blond asshole? When did I agree to be yours?"

"So agreeing to come with us knowing you'd have to sleep with me, cuddling with me every night and not objecting to me calling you mine. How often to did I go to the record store for no reason but to talk to you? Yeah that's just being friendly. Like I don't see how you look at me."

"Hm, right. If that's true then why were you flirting with those girls today?"

"I wasn't, why would I do that when I already have a girl in my bed?" Reaching up to his head, your hand combing through his curls, pressing your lips to his before pulling away quickly. It was difficult to kiss laying on your sides. Billy smiled at you briefly before pulling you into another kiss, pulling you closer to him. He didn't further than that, knowing his sister was a couple of feet away, that would be traumatising.

You were his girl, though Max suspected but didn't ask , and it was clear to strangers to that he was yours. The week went fast, your collection of photos increased a lot , you had to buy a lot of film.

Once home, the gang had met up at the video store, Keith wasnt there, luckily he wouldn't allow all of you to hang out like that. Sat on the counter as Max went through the album showing Steve,Robin, Dustin and Lucas the photos.

"I can't believe that, Billy smiling every photo? Wow." Steve spoke, running his hand through his hair, almost smiling.

"No, ew what the fuck is that?" Dustin made fake gagging sounds at the photo Max took of you and Billy.

"Why are you in bed with Billy? Cuddling?" Snorting at the sight Robin said in disgust.

"There were only two beds, she had to." Max tried to defend you.

" He's not a huge dick anymore."

"People don't change that much." Lucas was going to warn you against him, after Billy had tried to attack him for talking to his sister

"He was the happiest I've seen him in a long time, plus you've all seen him since the incident." The four of them had hummed and nodded in semi agreement.

"Hey," Billy had caught the attention of all of you, back in his lifeguarding uniform. Flashing you charming smile as he stood next to the counter, his hand cupping your jaw to pull you into a quick kiss.

"Hey, Billy," His hand rested on your thigh, now focused on the group in front him that looked at him in shock ignoring their gaze he ruffled Max's hair.

"Just came to pick up my girls... Harrington, if you keep looking at me like that I might drop my pants." Scoffing Steve just glared, he wasn't convinced Billy was an angel overnight.

Dropping from the counter and grabbing the album, interlacing your hand with Billy's, the soft skin on his thumb rubbing against your hand. It was uncomfortable.

" oh, yeah Billy is taking us to see Stand by me." Max had gushed to the group, after a few minutes of talking even if it was awkward the three of you left. Billy did try as did they evem if they didn't want to.

"Give it time." You whispered to Billy as you made your way to the door.

"Oi, your sister and I were thinking about plaiting your hair."

"What?"

Just maybe Billy would make it up to those he hurt one day.

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Billy Hargrove x reader

You make me breakout.

Summary: After noticing you with Max, Billy harbours feelings which do not come clear to him until he ends up on your doorstep once again.

Word count:2328

Warnings: Mentions of Neil, language,

A/n: Billy lives au, Max and Billys relationship is improving. Based kinda over how I'm feeling lately.NOT MY IMAGES , also don't question them.

Billy hadn't noticed you at school because you never went to Hawkins high. Your family had moved to Hawkins after highschool had ended. He had noticed you talking his sister, Max on multiple occasions, and the other kids and Steve. He had told himself that was because you worked with Steve. Billy had even went into the video store claming to be looking for Max, funny how he never went in unless he saw you in the store.

When Max had announced to him that her and Robin ( not mentioning the boys for obviously reasons, Billy wouldn't allow it) were staying over at Y/n's house. Not until Billy had questioned who that was did a devilish grin crept up his face.

" Oh, I'll drop you off, don't want to start an argument with Neil. Bullshit and he knew it , she knew it. If she protested Max knew it would be hopeless. Not long after Billy drove to your house. With his music blaring he did love to make an entrance.

When the party excluding Will and Eleven had came to you ,knowing you had the house to yourself, asking if they could have their campaign at your house. Using the word 'asking' was not appropriate it was more like 'We are having our campaign at your house.' Dustin shining you a toothy grin before giving Eddie a wide eye grin almost to say 'see'. Eddie only shook his head in fake disagreement, his hands tucked deep in his jean pockets.

Apparently they couldn't go to Mikes because the plumbing was being fixed and they coouldnt't go to Steve because he had been dragged out of town by his dad. ( Supposedly, big business trip that his dad wanted to convince Steve to join his fathers company. Supposedly from Robin anyways.)

Oh, speaking of Robin yes she was staying over too as to not leave Max out of the party if she didn't want to play D&D which she did not. Figuring you, Robin and Max would just hangout whilst they played and the boys would likely just be going home after the campaign ( or so you hoped, didn't want them to ransack your kitchen in the morning).

The party hadn't arrived before you heard the purring and blaring of rock music traveling down the street. Robin had arrived previously and was sitting on your sofa going on flicking through the tv channels . The music came to an abrupt stop which was followed by the slamming of two doors.

Robins eyes flicked up to yours, where you stood in the door way. " Max." Is all she said before the door was knocked.

Your socked feet turning smoothly on the hardwood floor, making your way towards the door. Your fingers clutching the handle the cold metal against your palm as you unlocked the door. Pulling the wooden door to rest against your shoulder, so that the door was only partly open.

In front of you stood Max smiling slightly, sympathetically almost, as she clutched her sleepover bags, her headphones rested around her neck. Next her stood her brother, it was hard not to hear about Billy Hargrove , more specifically his ass. His hands stuffed deep in his front pockets, chewing the piece of gum with a toothy grin. Flirtatious grin.

"Hi , you must be y/n." Max rolling her eyes because Billy definitely just pushed his hair back with his palm ( Danny Zuko moment for sure,) purposely flexing his muscles. His tank top exposing his chest.

"Yes, and you're Billy." You thought maybe that tone would but him him off deciding not to let him to say more.

"Thanks for dropping Max off." You continued opening the door for Max and shutting it harshly behind her as she scurried in. Billy had scoffed smirking lingering on his face as he stood for a moment before heading for his car, swinging his car keys around his finger as he did.

Knowing Billy wouldn't be too happy with the boys coming over you had decided your harsh actions were necessary to get rid of Billy before the boys arrived shortly. For being roped into having the kids over and Eddie you had a good time. The boys ended up falling asleep at your house because the campaign had lasted longer than intented( well so they insisted).

Maybe that wasn't a good idea as your previous actions were to protect Max from trouble with her brother. The house was so loud in the morning that when you and Robin were clearing the mess from the kitchen, no one heard the door being knocked multiple times. All the blankets and pillows littered the floor could be seen as Billy opened your door ( that's really safe) his boots making contact with flooring .

His eyes darting around the entrance of your house calling out for Max. He saw all the sleeping equipment that was clearly for more than three individuals, seeing the boys arguing with his sister in the middle of it. You were heading into the living room when you almost bumped into Billy.

"O-oh,I didn't hear y-"

"Max said only Robin would be here." From Billy you half expected to go on rampage on how the boys had obviously slept over. Though he was still very unimpressed, feeling small under his harsh glare comparedly to how he looked at you the day before. Your socked feet slippery against the hard wood floor.

Instead he just let out a low chuckle as he looked around thinking for moment his hand against his jaw. Stereotypical hot guy action, looking at you Jensen Ackles. Quickly regaining your posture, staring him dead in the eye.

"They're like fourteen, don't cream your fucking pants they were playing D&D in the dining room whilst Max , Robin and I watched movies and ate pizza. Max and Robin stayed in my room. For the fucking record Steve owes me big."

"Such a filthy mou-"

"I wasn't finished, dickbag. If I hear that you go off at her for this , I swear I'll bite your fucking dick off. "

The gaping hole of his mouth turned to a straight line. The blue danced in his eyes like fireworks, his pupils dilated huge. Both of you unaware of the army of gremins hidden behind the sofa. Billy and you sharing eye contact, Billy unsure what to say, though those thoughts were quickly interrupted.

With fast pace Dustin had ran to the door after hearing several knocks to your door. The sound of Steves voice made both yours and Billy's heads to snap towards the door.

"Where have you been, man?!"

"Well I am so sorry, I'm not working at family video for the rest of my- ew what's he doing here."

"Awe, sweet talking me, Harrington?" Scoffing at Billy, folding his arms weight on one foot more than the other, Steve had look of disgust and disinterest written on his face. For moments only before Robin and Dustin had stolen him away , tug of war pretty much as they both ranted at him. Following behind them in search of Max informing her that her ride is here.

Your encounters with Billy were more frequent after that, very frequent. Not that he was stalking you or anything but he just started taking Max literally everywhere. She didn't have to ask either.

The Billy that everyone had met when he came to Hawkins was different to the person you had come to known. Maybe the change had happened because he had graduated highschool and no longer had portray constant asshole badboy. Though, he had his monents everybody gets that way. Nobodies perfect you live and learn it.

He had quickly used the money from lifeguard job and the current money he was earning from his mechanic job to rent a place to stay. He wanted to go back California to visit where his mum layed to rest, he wanted to move back in honesty. He would tell himself he needed to stay and save more but really he couldn't bare to leave Max with Neil. Worry drowned him that his old man would turn to her now he was gone. Can you imagine the look on Steves face when he pulled into the garage with his car to see Billy?

"Hey, Winchester? Johnnnn? Dad sent me-"

"He's not here, whatcha need?" Seeing Steves face drop made Bilpy laugh as he placed down the rag from his hand wiped his hands on his overalls qnd made his way towards him. Billy would take over the shop often when John was busy with his sons.

Billy rarely went to parties anymore and couldn't go to bars to drink. He found himself lonely which was weird for him , sure he was lonely living with his dad but that was different. He was more isolated. Less and less did he brought women home or in some cases the back of his car. Truthfully he had began to thinking about you a lot, more than a lot. He wouldn't admit he had a crush god no. He hadn't had a crush in years. He always got whoever he wanted , but not you.

More often than not he ended up on your door whether or not if Max was there or needed to be dropped off. Your late night conversations with Billy almost became routine, many reasons caused your perspective of Billy to change. Him asking Max constant what movies did she like, what was the album she had been wanting, giving the kids rides even lucas without trying to kill anyone.

So, when he had turned up at your house again you hadn't needed to think before you had let him in. Sometimes you would go to him but mostly he came to yours. Usually you'd both lay in your bed the glow of the tv the only source of light. Nothing sexual, only company and someone to talk to. Your sleepovers with Billy were more frequent than the ones with Max and sometimes he'd be there too. There was barely any point for Billy to be renting he was barely home.

His knuckles tapping gently against the hardwood of your door, you were waiting for him. Even though you didn't ask for him to come , you had hoped. In a baggy t-shirt you pulled yourself from the sofa, bare feet padding against the floor. Opening the door Billy studied your tear stained face, not mention you looked like you hadn't slept, trembling body.

Pushing you into the house pulling you into a hug, his arms around shoulders as he closed and locked the door behind. Your arms latching around his waist, the smell of smoke and mint engulfing your nose, tears soaking the cotton of his tank. One of his hands gently gently rubbing your back the other holding your head to him.

"Shh, It's alright, i've got you now."

Whether it was anxiety or loneliness maybe a few months ago you definitely would not have believed Billy would take care of anyone like he did you. The fact is he just wanted to loved and thrown away like a piece of gum after being used. He didn't want to sleep with different women each night. You took care of eachother.

Removing his shoes and jeans Billy pulled a pair of joggers from your wardrobe slipping them on. Kneeling on your floor fingers gently placing the video in your Vhs player, screen lighting up.

"Rocky horror? Tired of Indiana Jones?"

"Never," Billy had already gotten in your bed turning of the lamp you climbed in next to him. His arm immediately wrapping around you pulling you closer to him. At the start Billy would sleep on the floor, considering the first time he was blackout drunk and bloody. Then over time you'd talk to eachother about more personal subjects.

His breath on your neck as your eyes stuck to Tim Curry on the screen. "What's bothering my girl?"

Tears long gone since Billy had just held you for an hour. Heat travelling to your face even though he had been using constantly for a month. The kids often discussed whether you were together as Billy was not afraid to use the petname infront of literally everyone with his arm latched around you. He had to be near you or touching you. The kids and Robin betting on how long it would take, Steve outright denying you'd ever be with Billy Yuck.

"Fed up, I guess. I couldn't sleep again."

"I don't get why you don't call me instead of worrying. "

" Figured you were busy." The scoff that came out of his mouth was harshy as he moved his arm from you to grip your hand under the cover interlacing them with yours.

"Bullshit. Look at me." Your eyes still on the tv, not moving until his calloused hand cupped your jaw causing you to lock eyes with his. The light from the tv illuminating his features.

" Y/n, I care about you...fuck, I think I love you. You matter to me above everything, you're the only one that I can come to. " both yours and Billy's eyes widening after his words but he had continued nevertheless. You believed his words maybe that was stupid. Glancing at his lips briefly before pressing your lips against his soft ones , a tiny peck which still caused Billys mouth to open slightly in shock.

"I love you too, Billy."

Another night falling asleep next to Billy and waking under confined with his arm around you, breath on your exposed neck.

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