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lordofthenerds97 · 2 years

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Wasting Away: Chapter 2

Rating: M for eventual chapters, mild cursing, and nonexplicit sexual content Pairing: Eddie x Reader, Past Billy x Reader, and onesided Steve x Reader if you squint Summary: You were broken. Falling apart. Trying to put yourself back together. Whatever the hell they wanted to call it. All you knew was you were hurting. The Upside Down had been the bane of your existence for a long time. But now you had a reason to hate it. Will your hatred be enough to help take down the latest in a long line of monsters? TW FOR THIS CHAPTER: •Reader has a nightmare •Reader has a mild panic attack due to nightmare •Description of traumatic death (could be considered graphic depending on your definition) •Mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms •Mentions of therapy Masterlist

You were running in front of Max and Mike. You knew where El and the Mind Flayer were. And that meant you knew where Billy was.

Through this entire nightmare, Billy had never once laid a hand on you. You weren’t sure if it was because the Flayer had no interest in you or if because Billy was fighting it.

Either way, it terrified you.

A monster made of flesh and broken bodies. After the Demogorgan, you’d thought you’d seen it all. Surviving it and a parallel world was enough of a shock. But dealing with the Flayer was going to leave you with more than emotional scars this time.

Skidding to a stop, you heard the explosive roar the monster let out. You watched for a moment, taking in the scene. El was on her back, trying to push herself away.

And Billy was standing in front of it.

“Billy!“ you shrieked.

He stood like as a statue as it roared, staring the Flayer down and refusing to back away. His fists were clenched at his sides and you could tell he was breathing heavily. But when he heard your voice, he flashed a glance over his shoulder at you. Sweat poured off his face and soaked through his shirt.

Relief momentarily flooded you. You’d found him. He was alive. He was in one piece. He was safe.

At that moment, everything seemed to move in slow motion. You saw the Flayer lift one of it’s tentacle infested mouths. It snarled viciously, salvia and bits of flesh raining down on Billy and El. The mouth growled something fierce, hovering in front of its former host. And without warning, it shot straight for Billy.

“No!”

You ran forward as Billy threw his arms out, catching it with his hands. His body rippled as he used all his strength to try and shove it away. He screamed at El to go, but she was frozen in shock, unable to move as terror seized her.

You watched in horror as it called additional arms from its body, all slithering through the air towards him and reminding you of a snake.

A scream tore through you, stripping your throat raw as it left your lips. The tentacles slammed into Billy’s body, attacking him from multiple angles.

Another scream, this time from Billy, joined yours.

You pushed yourself forward as the kids stopped behind you. He managed to turn his head and look at you. You saw his lips move, only a single word, as he gasped it out. “Run,”

You did the opposite. You bolted straight for him. El still tried to backpedal, getting away from the monster that hunted her.

In your rush to get to Billy, you didn’t see the trap you were running into.

Before you could come to a stop beside him, you felt a sudden, searing, and intense pain in your calf. And before you realized that it was a knife like tentacle, it twisted itself around inside your leg, locking onto the bone shards and shredded muscles it had created as it tore through you.

You screamed as you were suddenly pulled backwards, dropping onto your stomach with a loud thud before being pulled into the air and tossed around like a rag doll.

Billy’s pained voice could be heard over the shrieking monster.

“NO! NOT HER!”

While you were hanging upside down by your leg, the inner workings of the limb being shredded even more, you watched the unfolding scene with horror.

The mouth that had originally attacked Billy had pulled back, almost as if it were watching as the rest of its companions did the worst of the work. And when Billy was on his knees, it snapped forward and buried itself in his chest.

“BILLY!”

You yelped as you were flung backwards before being thrown towards the floor. Your body crashed into the tile beside Billy, and you wasted no time in scrambling over to him. Ignoring the intense pain in your leg, you landed on your knees beside him, your hands gripping his shoulders.

“No, no, no, stay with me baby!” you choked through your tears. His blood was pooling around him, soaking through your clothes and coating your hands with the slick red liquid.

His eyes searched for your face for a moment before he locked his gaze with yours.

His lips were painted red as blood trickled down his jaw. They managed to lift up at the corners as he looked at you. He coughed, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Hey, trouble.” he gasped, using what little strength he of left to lift his hand to your cheek. You grabbed ahold of it, squeezing tightly. You sobbed, tears mixing with blood on his face.

“Billy, no, you can’t do this!”

His eyes dulled slightly as they slid over to your left hand that held his. You realized he was looking at the ring.

“I love you, trouble. I’m sorry…”

He looked back up to you before taking another shuddering breath.

A sob escaped you. “I love you, Billy!”

His chest fell an his eyes glazed over.

“No! No, Billy! No!”

You were shaking so hard as you pulled his shoulders, hoisting his limp body up to wrap your arms around him. Sobs continued to rip themselves from you.

“El, help him!” you shouted, turning to the younger teenager. “Do something! El!” Your eyes turned back to the mangled body of Billy as you set your hands on his cheeks. “Baby, come on, don’t leave me, not like this!”

Screaming.

That was all you heard.

And then you realized it was coming from you. Your throat felt raw and coarse, the scream still ringing in your ears. You thought you’d stopped until you felt hands on your shoulders and heard your mother shouting over your wailing.

Sweat covered your body and your sheets were tangled around your feet. When you realized what was happening, your chest heaved and constricted as you tried to choke out a breath. Your mom reached for your face, holding your cheeks in her hands and talking quietly to you. She wiped the tears that were streaming from your eyes.

You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around her and sobbing.

“Shh, it’s alright baby, I’m here.”

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, held in her embrace as you let all your emotions out. They’d been cooped up for too long and were finally spilling over.

When the sons finally turned to quiet sniffles and the odd hiccup, you finally loosened your grip and pulled away from your mom. She smiled gently at you and moved your tear soaked hair out of your face before dabbing your cheeks with a handkerchief.

“Another nightmare?”

You nodded wordlessly. You weren’t sure if you were even capable of forming proper sentences at this point.

“Want me to stay?”

You were shaking and nodded your head. “Please,” you said quietly.

“Lights on?”

Another quiet nod.

She hummed quietly and turned the bedside lamp on before getting up and turning off the overhead light. She climbed in bed beside you, pulling the sheet up around the both of you. Without a word, she opened her arms and allowed you to scoot closer to her before she once again wrapped you up.

Hiding your face in her shoulder, you knew you wouldn’t be sleeping again that night.

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The next morning, you were surprised when you actually woke up.

You weren’t sure what time you had fallen asleep, but you knew it couldn’t have been that long ago. You pushed yourself into a sitting position, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you tried to find the clock beside the lamp on the nightstand.

You were even more surprised when it read 4:17 PM.

“Mom?” you called, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. You stretched as you got up. Whatever rest you’d gotten definitely seemed to help. After the nightmare, you were completely drained. Even more so than after the panic attack the day before.

It took a moment, but she poked her head in the room, looking at you quizzically. “You alright, honey?”

You nodded slowly. “What happened?”

“You fell asleep around six this morning. I informed the counselor you wouldn’t be coming to school today. I know you needed the rest.”

“Thank you…”

She smiled. “Of course. You hungry?”

In answer, your stomach let out a perfectly timed rumble. She laughed and you had the mind to smile at the situation.

“Let’s go, sleepy head. Dustin called looking for you after school. I told him you were sleeping. He seemed happy with that, but he and Steve wanted to come see you later.”

You nodded. Sounded like the both of them.

They kept a fairly close eye on you. Mike was concerned about everyone, but he didn’t really know how to show it. Lucas was focused on Max. You knew she wouldn’t really respond to him unless she managed to get her head right. But at least he was there for her. She was talking to the counselor off and on, which you knew would help. You’d tried to talk her into seeing your therapist several times. Because as much as it didn’t seem like it, he was helping you. Progress was being made. It was small, but it was progress.

Nancy liked to call and check on you every couple of days, and would make it a point to come see you at least once a week. You couldn’t blame her though, you knew she was applying to multiple universities.

Robin came as often as Nancy, and you were happy to have her as company. She talked nonstop most of the time, but she was able to keep you distracted.

Dustin and Steve, on the other hand, were the ones who kept on you the most. Dustin would see you every day in school, keep an eye on you from a distance to make sure you ate at least something during lunch, would walk you to your classes, and would help you bail when you couldn’t handle it any more. Steve was a rock. Out of the entire group, you always thought that Steve would have the hardest time dealing with things. But on the contrary, he seemed to be the most stable one.

Granted, being interrogated by Russian KGB was definitely not a fun experience, and something he preferred not to think about.

But he was the one that handled everything well. He helped the kids when they needed it, always there as a protector and a friend. He made sure Nancy and Robin were always alright, the ever loving sidekick of a friend. With you, he was your shoulder to cry on. He’d become one of your closest friends. That was something that Billy never really appreciated, but he trusted you and knew you had no eyes for Harrington.

Since Billy’s been gone, Steve had done quite a bit of work to make sure he knew how to handle you. He helped you through a lot of panic attacks at school and was learning to deal with your angry outbursts. He’d been a punching bag for you a few times, and you regretted it every single time. But he had no problem letting you throw a few punches at his torso as long as he knew you were okay afterwards.

You headed down the stairs to the kitchen, where you found your mom facing the stove. The smell coming from that direction made your mouth water.

It occurred to you that you hadn’t eaten since the salad at lunch the day before. Your stomach rumbled as if I’m agreement as you sat down at the island. The maple syrup was already set out, and you guessed the heavenly smell was your mom’s famous French toast. She bummed as she worked, making you smile. It had been a while since you felt this rested and content. It was almost like this moment was being frozen. Because for the time being, you felt at peace.

“I’ve got to go shopping later. Your father wants to have the Stantons over for dinner this weekend.”

You cocked your head to the side. The Stantons were long time friends of your parents who had moved to Hawkins about five years ago. Their little girl was turning seven this year. Deryl was your father’s best friend. You got along with Samantha well enough, and their daughter Sarah was an energetic but respectful kid.

“Do you want to invite Steve or Nancy over?”

It had been a good while since your parents had people over. You figured it was because of everything that had happened. You were grateful for the time to stay in your quiet little bubble, but you knew it wouldn’t last forever.

And you were happy that it was at least people you were comfortable with.

“Maybe Steve, I think Nancy is supposed to go with Mike to California next week and is probably slammed.” you said. “Thanks.”

Your mom turned around, setting a steaming plate in front of you. “If you feel more comfortable spending time out of the house, that’s fine, honey. Just let me know.” She smiled easily at you, and you returned it.

“I think I’ll stay…I need to start socializing again…” It was the same thing you’d told Dustin. You knew it was true, but you didn’t fully believe it yet. You were perfectly happy to be on your own the majority of the time, but there were times you would admit to yourself that you missed your friends.

“That’s great sweetheart!”

You let out a quiet chuckle. “Everyone seems to think it’s a huge deal.”

She gave you a pointed look. “What was it that Allie told you?”

You huffed. From the first moment your therapist had said those god forsaken words, they had been used as an excuse for your mom to make a big deal about even the smallest of things you managed to do. “Progress is progress, even if it’s slow.” you mumbled.

She grinned at you. “Exactly! Dustin told me you let him sit with you at lunch yesterday, and that you actually ate!”

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride bloom in your chest. While you wouldn’t admit it, you were happy with the progress you’d made so far. A couple months ago, you wouldn’t have even dared let anyone get near you. Yesterday, you ate lunch, sat with Dustin, and you were fairly sure you’d made a new friend with Eddie.

“It was just a salad…”

“But still. And you’re scarfing down that toast like your life depends on it.” she pointed out.

A knock on the door cut your conversation short. You glanced over your shoulder, managing not to wince at the sudden sound. Your mother grinned at you once again before turning and heading to the door. She opened it to reveal Dustin with Steve standing behind him. “Come on in, guys.” she said, motioning them to step inside.

The followed her direction, stepping in as Dustin set his bag down by the door. Steve shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack beside the door before heading into the kitchen.

“Smells great,” Dustin commented, flashing a smile up at your mom.

“Little miss grumbler over there just got up a bit ago. I made some French toast.”

“There’s plenty of it,” you called, making a face at your mom. She laughed. “I definitely won’t eat it all.”

Steve rubbed his hands together. “Oooh, don’t mind if I do!” he exclaimed.

You couldn’t help the chuckle that threatened to bubble from you at the sight. He looked like a little kid in the candy store. You hadn’t ever seen Steve turn down food. never known Steve to turn down a chance to eat.

Dustin pulled out the chair beside you and hopped up, eyeing you up and down. “You look rested.” he said eventually.

“I feel rested too.”

Steve shoved a piece of French toast into his mouth before appraising your appearance for himself. “Have you lost more weight?”

Shit.

You were really hoping he hadn’t noticed. But considering the way your cheeks had thinned and even hollowed, it was hard not to notice.

“A bit…” you answered quietly.

He nudged your hand, which had dropped to the countertop as you looked down, cheeks flushing red. “Hey, look at me, Bambi.” he said gently. You raised your eyes to meet his, only to find him smiling. “I’m happy you’re eating now. And I’m proud of you.”

You nodded once, taking a deep breath and soaking in the praise. While you knew they would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, they were also not afraid to tell you when you were really screwing up. Both of them had gotten their feathers ruffled on more than one occasion when they found out you weren’t eating. It was something you had been trying to work through with Allie, but sometimes it just didn’t stick. You were thankful that you had the boys to knock some sense into you when you needed it.

Dustin quickly butt in, realizing you were getting uncomfortable. Steve’s gaze softened at you when you looked back down at the table.

“Sooo…don’t hate me…”

You immediately became suspicious and snapped your head around to Dustin. You narrowed your eyes and stared the younger teenager down. “What did you do?”

He held his hands up in a defensive gesture. “It wasn’t me!” he exclaimed. “Some of the guys got sick, we had to push the campaign to next week.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that when Mike is leaving? And Lucas has a game, doesn’t he?”

Dustin nodded. “We’re doing it Friday night. That way Mike can join. Lucas is almost always on the bench, so I’m sure he’ll come too.”

You hummed as Steve looked at you in surprise. “Okay. At least that gives me some extra time to mentally prepare myself.”

“You’re doing a DnD campaign?” Steve asked.

You looked up at him and nodded. “I think it’s time.” you explained softly.

“Besides, she’s already met Eddie and she can handle him-“

“She met Eddie?!” Steve snapped, turning his attention to Dustin. “I thought you told me you were going to wait for a controlled environment, Henderson.”

Again, Dustin assumed a defensive position. “It wasn’t my fault! He just showed up yesterday at lunch!”

Steve turned to you for confirmation, and you nodded. “Everyone thinks Eddie is so great, but I don’t understand it. He’s a loudmouth metal head that likes to talk smack.”

“He’s actually not that bad,” you pointed out. “He…he helped me out of a panic attack.”

That made Steve pause. “Dustin?”

“It’s true. Dude was amazing.”

“He even checked on me before I went home. He seems to be a nice guy.”

Steve scoffed, mumbling under his breath.

“Aww, are you jealous Dustin has a new friend?” you teased.

He rolled his eyes. “A full day’s sleep sure brought that damn sass back.”

You grinned. “It never left, Stevie.”

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#eddie munson #stranger things #reader insert #eddie x reader #steve harrington #stranger things fic #steve x reader if you squint #billy hargrove #bily hargrove x reader #healing is a process

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captainlunaxmen · 4 months

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No Complaints

Billy Hargove x fem!reader

Request: Can you do Bily Hargrove /innocent reader?

No one, and I mean, no one, would've expected someone like Billy Hargrove to date someone like me.

Like, compared to him, I'm not... very experienced, in relationships and shit, so yeah him being actually interested and also this patient is very unexpected, even for me.

This never stopped him from being all touchy and clingy, he always manages to find an excuse to touch me, not that I'm complaining, he never pressured me into doing it.

That's why I want to give him a little treat. Or at least I'll try to.

Today we study together, he needs to pass English so I offer to help. I just might heva a good incentive in mind.

"Why, tell me, do I have to study this guy writing about this... foursome?" Billy asks me, bored.

We have to study "midsummer's night dream" by Shakespeare.

"Because one, it's not a foursome, two there's so much more to see if you just focus" I gently tell him.

"It's boring"

"It's really not" I tell him with a small laugh.

"It is"

"It's not, c'mon, focus.. for me?" I look at him with doe eyes to trying and convince him.

"You and those eyes of yours don't help me, you know? I can't focus with you beside me" he looks at my lips with a teasing grin.

"Billy" I say rolling my eyes and turning back at the notes in front of me.

"Y/n" he answers mimicking my tone.

I ignore him and start to write something on my notes when his hand moves to my leg.

"Y/n" he says again, using that tone he knows makes me melt.

I feel him moving right next to me, he then moves some of my hair away from my neck to start leaving kisses on my neck.

"Billy..." I warn.

"Yeah?" He not-so-nnocently asks.

"We need... w-we need to... we need to s-study" I stutter.

"How can I study when you stutter so prettily?" He teases.

I decide so suddenly move away, gaining a whine from him..

"How about this? We study, for each correct answer you get to either kiss me wherever you wsnt, or you get a kiss" I suggest.

I feel his face lighten up at the suggestion.

"Fine" he finally says.

We did study, he tried more, thank goodness.

He actually put some effort, which is already enough, if I think about it.

"So... where are my rewards?" He asks after we're done.

"Told you, each correct answer"

"Then ask me" he says.

"No, silly, at the test on Monday." I say, with a small smirk.

"There a test on Monday?" He asks surprised

"Why do you think we've been studying this whole time?" I ask laughing.

"I... you tricked me"

"I helped you study" I correct him.

"You little minx" he says.

"I'm just a good girlfriend who helped her boyfriend study" I shrug.

A week has passed, we had the test and we also got the results.

Billy and I decided to look at his while together at his house.

"So.. you think you did a good job?" I ask him.

"An amazing job" he says proudly.

"Let's see" I say starting to read his test.

"Okay... yeah... oh.."

"Well?" He asks expecting.

"You got 7 correct answer out of 10. Congratulations, baby"

"Ah ah!" He exclaims. "So? My rewards?"

"Well.. you got 7 correct answers so... you get 7 kisses wherever you want or you either kiss me wherever you want" I explain to him again.

He immediately pulls me to him looking downa at me.

"Wherever?" He asks, a teasing grin on his face, but a sweet tone, more to see if I'm actually comfortable with it.

To answer his question I just lead him to his bed.

"Wherever" I assure him.

Without hesitating he kisses me, sweetly but passionately.

"One" he says after pulling away.

He then moves to my neck kissing it hungrily.

"Two"

He then looks at me, one of his hand playing with the buttons of my shirt.

"Can.. I?" He asks.

I nod.

"Really?" He asks, incredulously.

"Yes" I laugh.

He looks at me like a kid allowed to have another slice of cake.

He unbutton my shirt, moving down to immediately kiss my chest, between my breasts.

"Three"

He moves to kiss my right boob.

"Four"

The left boob.

"Five"

He moves lower, but stops, looking at me.

He doesn't want to make me uncomfortable, I know that.

I take his hands and move the to my jeans, silently telling him he can remove them.

He does just that and remove my jeans.

"You're fucking perfect" he says, making me blush like crazy.

He kisses just above my panties.

"Six" he smirks.

"Fuck me" I suddenly say.

He looks at me as if I turned into an elephant.

"What?" He asks.

I take a deep breath grabbing his hand again.

"Fuck me..?" I half question.

"Are you asking me, sweetheart?" He teases climbing back up to face me.

"Mhmm" I nod.

"You sure? We don't have to"

"I want to"

"You really want to?" He asks again.

"Yes, Billy"

"Okay then, get dress" he tells me getting up.

"Uh?" I ask confused sitting up. "I don't understand" I half laugh.

He walks back to me kneeling in front of me.

"I want it to be perfect for you. I don't want it to be a reward for me, so now I'm taking you out on a proper date, a nice dinner wherever you like and then take care of you"

I'm a little surprised by his actions, he always manages to leave me speechless.

"Is that okay?" He asks with slight worried expression.

"Yeah.. yeah! Of course" I reassure him immediately.

I quickly get dress.

He then grabs my hand leading me out, but before getting put of the door he stops to kiss me sweetly.

"And that's seven" he smirks, dragging me out to his car, making me laugh.

My god.. he's gonna be the death of me.

Not that I'm complaining.

#stranger things x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fluff

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2braincellslz · 1 year

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Hi could you do sub! Billy Hargrove x male reader pls?

Domestic Tranquility

Desc: after you and Billy and Max all move in together, you and Billy share a domestic moment and cuddles kinda.

Notes: so I dont write smut as I am a child so as a improvisation-ish i wrote Soft/stay at home mom!Billy. Idk. I'm trying lmao. Also, as I'm not the biggest soft/sub!Billy stan so this probably sucks. Also it's really really short. Sorry :p

Billy was working in the kitchen, shuffling a pan with a omelet as Queen filled the room. He hummed along to the love song while looking out the window at Max running off the meet her friends with a Eggo in her hand.

Billy had moved out as soon as he graduated and took Max with him. He needed to get out of that hellscape and he knew he needed to take Max with him. Call it pity or wisdom or just that he knew how bad Neil was. So, he took Max with him.

Not only did he take Max with him but he also took his Boyfriend, Y/n, with him. Well, more like Y/n took them in. this was his house after all.

They were basically raising Max. Y/n had a stable job and Billy took care of the house while also working part time at the pool. Everything was sound and perfect.

All of their friends were also settling down. Steve and Eddie had moved in together as "just friends". Nancy and Robin had also moved in with Steve and Eddie. The kids were just about to graduate. Dustin had been accepted to a really high end college. Lucas had gotten a scholarship for baseball. Lucas's sister had taken over the Hellfire club. Everything was good.

Billy looked back down at what he was doing, sprinkling vegetables over the eggs.

He gasped as two arms wrapped around his waist. Y/n rested his head on Billy's shoulder, watching what he was doing.

"Jesus. You scared the ahit out of me." Billy smiled, folding the omelet in half.

"Max already left?" Y/n asked, rubbing his thumb over Billy stomach.

"Yeah. Lucas and the gang picked her up a bit ago. Why arnt you at work?" He asked, placing a hand over Y/Ns.

"Day off..." Y/N mumbled, hiding his face in the corner of Billy's neck.

"Then you can help me around the house." Billy slid the omelet on to a plate.

"No..." Y/n whined, pulling Bily closer.

"No?"

"All day cuddling..."

"I got chores."

"Please, pretty boy?"

"I have work to get done."

"Give me attention." Y/n groaned, shaking billy.

"God, fine. Go eat first!"

Y/n let go of Billy, taking the plate and sitting down. Billy was not far behind, sitting next to him with another plate of food.

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It wasnt long before they were back in bed. Billy was pressed up in to Y/n's chest. Some soft rock was filling their shared room but it was turned way down.

"You are... pretty..." YN smiled, playing with Billy's beautiful hair.

"Can it. You've already said that."

"Yeah, but you should know."

"You are getting annoying."

Y/n smiled kissing the top of Billy's head, pulling his beloved closer.

#billy harringrove #bit fruity #billy hargrove x male!reader #billy hargrove x male reader #billy stranger things #billy hargove x male reader #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #we stan #billy hargrove x male yn #male reader #male yn #gays on the fyp #fuck neil hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x male!yn #short story

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lorifragolina · 1 month

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Under the Myrtle

My second fic for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang in collaboration with the talented @raven-cl and their spectacular Bily/Steve art!

Word Count: 9884

Rating: E

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington's parents

Tags: References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Greek Mythology, Bottom Billy Hargrove, Top Steve Harrington, vecna is a god sex in the water Sex in the woodsBroken Promises Heartbreaking

A shepherd and a stranger, in the woods by the lake, under the myrtle, in a sweet, warm spring. There is love, there are secrets, there are broken promises and faith in the gods. --- He was wearing the white tunic, almost completely opened on his chest, and a golden chain was sparkling around his neck. He was barefoot and the pebbles and twigs seemed to not bother him. The man stood near him, looking at him with a smile. He was more or less as tall as him, but for some reason Steve felt uneasy in front of him. He sat up and looked at the man in return, speechless and bewitched. “You…” he heard himself whispering to the stranger. The air seemed still and he feared breathing. The man giggled, and this little laugh seemed like the song of a fresh and cheerful waterfall. “It’s you who spies on people when they are taking their baths?” The man asked, still smiling under his tiny mustaches, tilting his head to him. Steve nodded. He couldn't trust his own voice. “You scared me,” continued the other sweetly. Steve blinked, and the man got nearer and sat at his side.

Beta Reader: @kallisto-k

Art by @raven-cl

#stranger things #writing #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #stranger things reverse big bang #strbb #inspired by #hawkinshearts

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waiting4inspiration · 2 years

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Break the Rules (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Summary: You and Billy are friends with benefits, but slowly feelings have risen in him and he has to break a few rules you two had set up.

Warnings: 18+ content below, SMUT (p in v), swearing, unprotected sex, slight mention of child abuse (if you squint), friends with benefits to lovers, fluff

Word Count: 3,000+

Request: So I heard you’re doing Billy hargrove asks. Can you please do a smut to fluff where in the middle of sex Billy just realizes he loves his friends with benefits (female) . You can do whatever from there. Thank you!

Billy Hargrove Masterlist II Stranger Things Masterlist

Your parents think that you and Bily are the best of friends and have been ever since he and his family moved in next door. They think that your late-night drives with him are just silly things you two do as friends, and they’re too naive to think otherwise.

Thank God for that.

They wouldn’t have left you and Billy alone for the evening if they thought otherwise and you probably have to thank Billy’s charm for that but you know that will go straight to his ego.

Your parents don’t know that those late-night car rides end up with the windows fogged up and you on his lap, riding his cock until your legs shake. Your parents don’t know that your ‘movie nights’ at his place usually end with you on your hands and knees, Billy pounding into you from behind, or your legs wrapped around his head as he fucks you with his tongue.

But the one thing your parents do have right is that you and Billy are just friends.

With the house to yourself, your parents out on a date night, you knew Billy would be over as soon as their car was out of sight. And like clockwork, he walks through the back door with a bright smile on his face when he spots you waiting for him on the kitchen counter.

You smile brightly at him as he walks towards you, wrap your arms around his neck as he stands between your legs, and tilt your head to the side when his lips find their way to your neck. “I thought your parents would never leave,” he mutters against your skin, pulling you closer to him with his hands on your hips.

“They just wanted to make sure that I’ll be fine tonight,” you laugh, running your hands through his hair.

Billy smirks against your skin and pulls away to show you the smug look on his face. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you like I always do,” he says, pulling you into his body and lifting you off the counter.

He knows the way to your room like he knows the back of his hand, not having to look to see where the wall is or where the door is. He doesn’t even have to check to see how far from the door your bed is.

While he lets you fall on your back, he catches himself from crushing you, his face buried in your neck, and your hands weaving through his hair as you press your lower body against his to feel a bit of friction. Your hands trail down the back of his neck, making him shudder slightly under your touch as you go to push his jacket off his shoulders.

Your touch never fails to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in ecstasy. It’s always been so gentle but full of desire like you’re clinging to him and his touch like you’re about to slip out of this world. It’s unlike any other touch he’s had from other girls. Then again, when he thinks about it now, you’re definitely not like the other girls he’s had sex with.

As his hands run over your sides, his heart sighing at the familiar curves and frame he feels, he sucks on your neck. Earning a pleased moan from you, he smiles against your skin and pushes your bottoms down past your hips.

“How long we got?” Billy asks, his lips touching your ear and his teeth biting your earlobe.

“A couple hours,” you whisper, dropping your hands to start undoing the buckle of his belt and the zip of his jeans. “Why? You got somewhere else you got to be?”

Billy laughs deeply, hooking a hand under your thigh, and quickly flipping around so that you sit now on top of him. “I got all the time in the world for this, sweetheart,” he smugly says, resting his hand on your hips as he lies back.

You narrow your eyes at him, but you can’t help but smile at how he relaxes back as if allowing you to carry on with this at your own pace. Slipping your hands under his shirt, you shift comfortably onto your knees, meaningfully grinding down on the hard bulge in his pants.

“Any requests?” you ask, popping the buttons open of his shirt the further your hands slide up his body.

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, stares up at you with a glimmer of lust in his eyes, and runs his hands up and down your legs. “I got a few in mind,” he chuckles, running his eyes up and down your body.

You hum, shifting a bit down as you tug his jeans down his legs. “So do I,” you whisper, rubbing your hand over the front of his boxers.

Billy groans at your touch, his fingers digging into your thighs as you start to pull his boxers down. His erection springs free, making you run your tongue over your lips as you look up at him with a broad smile on your face.

As he watches you position yourself over him, your hands steadying yourself with your hands on his chest, Billy thinks back on the first time the two of you did this.

It was a mutual decision to basically become friends with benefits, seeing how you two had become friends by living so close together. He remembers that night so clearly. He saw you sitting in your backyard, bouncing your knee vigorously and he decided to see what was bothering you.

You were sexually frustrated and it took him a lot of nagging to get that out of you. That’s when he decided to confess that sometimes he felt the same. You thought he was making fun of you because you knew for a fact that he was getting it from the girls you had seen riding with him in his car. But his frustrations were that those girls didn’t have the heart to experiment with him. They were vanilla.

And when you brought up that perhaps you two should ‘experiment’ together, he was more than happy to agree.

But first, you two put down a few rules.

You break him out of his thoughts when you sink down onto him, making a groan vibrate in his chest which you can feel in your hands. He likes to let you start things. He likes watching you pleasure yourself on his cock as you please in the beginning because he knows that as soon as you're ready for him to pound into you as he needs to, you’ll let him know.

That’s what this deal is all about. You two make sure each other’s needs are met before leaving.

He bucks his hips up into you as you grind down onto him, making you moan and bite your lower lip to try and suppress the noise. Billy smirks, his hand rising to hold your face by your jaw. He gives it a light squeeze, making you release the tension in it.

“Don’t try to suppress it, (Y/n). I want to hear you,” he whispers, his hand falling to rest on the base of your neck.

With his other hand, he pulls your hips forward, almost guiding them to move rougher on him. This makes another moan leave your lips. And without you biting your lip anymore, it falls so loudly out your mouth that if your parents were in fact home, they would have heard every second of it. From the moment it left your lips to the end where you said his name.

It makes Billy smile wickedly, his hands moving to cup your breast, giving them a squeeze before he pulls your shirt off your body. He’s never told you, but he loves to see you completely naked. Sometimes, he thinks about it when he’s talking to you at school. He shouldn’t, but sometimes when his eyes drop to your chest, he recalls the way they would bounce when he’s thrusting into you and how hard your nipples would be.

Like they are now.

His thumb runs over them, making your back arch and your eyes roll back. He sees that the hickeys he had left on your chest last time have almost completely faded. Perhaps he should bring them back, he thinks to himself. How else would others know you’re his?

That thought makes him stop for a moment. He doesn’t know where that thought came from because there’s not supposed to be those kinds of feelings with you. One of the rules is that you two can still see other people if you want to. You shouldn’t care if he goes on a date with another girl and he shouldn’t care if you go on dates either.

But for the past few encounters with you, he’s had these feelings that he doesn’t want you doing the things you do with him with others.

Blinking brings him back to you. He watches as your face shows the pleasure growing inside you, your hips moving slightly faster to feel more friction, your walls squeezing around him making him groan and thrust his hips up into you.

He loves seeing your face in moments like this. He loves the way his name falls from your lips, knowing that it’s him that’s making you feel this good. It doesn’t compare to when other girls do it.

There’s something intoxicating about the way you feel on top of him, around him, under him. It’s why he keeps coming back to you, why he’s kept this ‘friends with benefits’ deal with you even though his previous experiences always fallen through. You are the only person he’s fucked for so long. By now, he’s always moved on.

But he keeps coming back to you. And for one reason that he only realizes now.

As you circle your hips on him again, Billy does something that neither of you expects because it’s a rule. It’s your number one rule.

He sits up quickly, weaving a hand through your hair as the other holds onto your thigh. And he smashes his lips on you, kissing you for the first time. Ever.

It makes you freeze, your movements against him stilling as your heart leaps into your throat. You had told him that you won’t kiss him and won’t allow him to kiss you as a way to keep the ‘no strings attached’ rule. You believe that kissing during sex will make it difficult to keep things friendly between you. And he’s obeyed that rule. Until now.

Billy expects you to push him away and climb off him to give him an earful and then end things with him. But you don’t move as he breaks the kiss. All you do is breathe out in pants, your eyes staring at him, slightly wide.

“What was that for?” you ask, your words almost getting lost in your heavy breath as your eyes glance back down to his lips.

“I had to. I’m sorry, but I don’t think this ‘no-strings-attached’ bullshit is gonna work for me anymore,” he says, shaking his head as he brings his hand to gently caress the side of your face. “Not when you’re the only girl in this fucking town that I want.”

You wait for him to laugh, to tell you that he’s joking. But there’s not a sign on his face that tells you that he’s not serious. You can feel in his touch that he’s serious and that he wants you. It’s a stronger feeling than when he’s sexually frustrated and just needs to fuck you.

“You mean that?”

He nods, staring at you intently to look for any sign of conflict that might be coming so that if this is going to break out in a fight, he’ll be ready. He has experience in that because of his father, seeing exactly when he’s going to explode and start shouting. And yet, there’s nothing in your face that he can see that tells him that you’re angry.

“Thank God,” you breathe out, pressing your lips to his again and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

You don’t need to say more to tell him that you feel the same way about everything that he said. You say enough when you kiss him deeply, breaking your own rule and throwing the rest out the window as you move your hips against him again.

Billy flips around, making you lie on your back so that he can hover above you, all while not breaking the kiss. He doesn’t want to kiss you anywhere else now. He doesn’t want to leave a mark on your neck that everyone at school will see. Maybe he’ll do that later, but for now, he just wants to kiss you on your lips for as long as he can before his lungs start begging for air.

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer to your body, moaning into his mouth as he grinds against and into you. “Fuck,” he mutters against your lips when he has to break the kiss for air.

He presses his forehead against yours, glancing down for a moment to see where your bodies connect, watching how his penis enters you at a steady pace. The noises you make are like music to his ears, the way you arch your back and reach out to lift his gaze back to you makes him crush his lips to yours again.

His kiss sets off new sparks in your body, butterflies flutter in your stomach and you can’t help but clench around him. It makes him moan against your lips, press you down into the bed beneath you and he starts to roughly thrust into you.

You moan loudly, your mouth falling wide open and Billy takes your bottom lip between his teeth to give it a light bite. You know he wants to be rough with you now, but he’s holding back so that this moment is tender. Like he’s trying to savor it.

But you want more.

You raise your hips to meet his with each thrust and run your fingers up his spine, making you groan and tremble under your touch as you bring your lips up to his ear. “Make me yours, Billy. Make me your girl,” you whisper.

Your words send him over the edge and he grabs your wrist before your fingers can get to his neck and pins it to the bed beside your head. “You are my girl,” he growls, thrusting into you roughly which makes you moan loudly.

He thrusts again, picking up his pace and earning several approving moans from you. He grabs your thigh, moving it higher up his hip so he can go deeper into you, hitting the right spots that he knows exactly where to find to send you into a fucked up haze.

You throw your head back, a shiver travels down your spine, makes your hips jolt up, your walls tense around him, and makes him groan as his face falls in the bend of your neck. He swears against your skin, biting down to leave marks, and this time you don’t stop him.

He grabs your other hand so he can pin it to the bed as well, moving them above your head as he kisses up the side of your neck. He can feel your climax coming by the way your hips start to falter meeting his and the way he can feel you tense all around him.

All Billy knows is that he wants his lips against yours when you come.

“Fuck, Billy-”

You don’t have the chance to finish your sentence because his lips attach to yours again, despite that they’re slightly swollen. You know that by the end of the night, they’ll be even more swollen and maybe even slightly bruised.

He swallows your moans, fucking you through your climax, squeezing your wrist tightly as your body jolts against him, like electricity is flowing through your body. You arch your back, pressing your body against his and squeezing your thighs tightly around him.

It feels like you’re milking him for his own orgasm, making his hips stutter against you and a sling of curses leaving his lips as he breaks his kiss. He pounds into you, making you whine and moan as the aftershock of your orgasm hits you. You can’t catch your breath as he thrust into you over and over again, making your head float and your body trembles under him.

“Fuck, (Y/n). You feel so good, baby,” he moans, letting go of your wrist so that he can grab your face to press his lips to your again, kissing you deeply as he twitches inside you.

You can only moan in response and in your mind you hope your parents never come back because you want to do this all night.

He spills into you, leaving your legs shaking around him as he slowly fucks you, his lips still on yours as his thumbs caress the sides of your face.

Then, his kiss goes gentle and sweet before he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as you both try to catch your breath. A smile grows on your face as the haze in your head clears, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as you press your forehead harder against his.

There’s never been a moment like this with Billy. Normally, you two fuck and then quickly move on to clean up before deciding if you’re going to do a second round or if you two should call it an evening. Now, you both know well that there is definitely going to be a second round, but you just want to take in this quiet moment.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove imagines #billy hargrove x reader #billy x reader #billy hargrove x reader smut #stranger things imagine #stranger things masterlist #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things smut #billy hargrove fic #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove fwb

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werewolfnick · 1 year

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So, this is a post for all of my Billy Hargrove mutuals and other Bily Hargrove fans that stumble amongst this post. I would like to say something to you.

For being such a nice community to be a part of, on Christmas day (if you celebrate the occasion), I will give you the link to the first chapter of the Billy Hargrove fanfic I’m writing. I will publish it and give you link (because I write on a different site). This isn’t exclusive to people who celebrate Christmas, regardless of what you celebrate, it goes to you too.

Consider this as a thank you gift for accepting me into the fandom and into the Billy Hargrove community. Because if I’m being honest, I never thought I would get attached to Billy when I first watched Stranger Things. When I first started watching Stranger Things, I never thought I would get attached to a character like I had done in the past. But when I saw Billy, I got attached. And when I was afraid of expressing my love/like of Billy, you were the ones that taught me that I shouldn’t be afraid and just ignore the antis or at least try to educate them (thank you to @stranger-rants, @intothedysphoria and @80svhstapes for making posts about the cycle of abuse and teaching me everything that is vital to know in terms of abuse victims. And thank you @mrsblackruby for teaching me to just say fuck it and go against people that tell me “I’m racist/sexiest” for liking Billy Hargrove, also for teaching me that I’m not the only neurodivergent person that likes him. The fact there are others).

Mark your calendars. 25th of December at an undecided time (Australian Western Standard Time), l will be publishing the Billy Hargrove fanfic and reblogging this post with the link to the fanfic.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #antis dni #billy antis dni #pro billy hargrove #thanksforyoursupport #stranger things billy #billy hargrove fanfiction #fanfic #billy deserved better

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agirlwithachakram · 1 year

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billy hargrove is such a fucking funny character. two thirds of the way through season 2 and all we’ve seen him do is terrorize his sister, be racist, and act so sexually aggressive toward Steve that it’s not even homoerotic, it’s just that weird masculine posturing guys do when they’re trying to dominate another guy but not remotely in a queer way.

he’s not even a guy, he’s a scary obstacle. nevertheless ppl were gonna ship steve with this dude.

bily who told max her family was stupid but now that she’s part of his family, she’s gonna have to learn to be racist. he doesn’t even get unracist btw. like that just never happens.

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strangebrainrot · 3 years

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Does Billy remember his birthday? I kind of want to know. Cause sure his mom only left when he was 7-10 years old, but I feel like if you go long enough without celebrating it, you just kind of gloss over it in your head until you forget.

Neil would probably only celebrate Max and Susan's birthdays cause they love the festivity of it all. Like Billy knows he was born in '67, but he doesn't know the actual day.

So imagine the day he finally gets to see his mom again. He's been in the hospital after Starcourt for a good couple months and Halloween just went by. A couple people visited him- namely, Max and the rest of the older teens. But now it's a couple weeks into November and he can see the leaves really starting to fall every time he looks out his window.

Neil would probably be out drinking with his buddies in honor of Veteran's Day. But the nurse knocks on his door and tells him he has a visitor. And it's his mom. He asks why she's there and she just says "Some friends of yours tracked me down and told me you were in the hospital and I couldn't let you you go without a visitor on your birthday."

At which point he just looks at her, confused, for a moment and he realizes he forgot his own birthday and that she came all the way to Hawkins just to visit him. So not only do the teens find out about his birthday, they refuse to let him forget it ever again. Not that he could because that was the day he got his mom back. They call every year, long distance charges be damned.

#i dont know why i do this to him #but at least its happier #this time #he was most definitely an accident though #all early november kids #were more than likely #conceived on valentines day #bily hargrove #and his mom #give him love #he deserves it #stranger things #headcannon?#j rambling

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bxcketbarnes · 5 years

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I JUST FINISHED S3 OF STRANGER THINGS AND I AM A M E S S. A CRYING, PUFFY MESS.

I'm like... I can't even. Oh my fucking god. Good news is I started a Steve fic. Who wants to see?

Also, look at this cutie. Motherfucker.

#stranger things #el hopper #mike wheeler #will byers #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max hargrove #bily hargrove #steve harrington #robin #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #joyce byers #jim hopper #stranger things season 3 #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader

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flippyspoon · 5 years

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For the record all I’m assuming Joe’s comment means for S3 is that maybe Billy doesn’t die and that’s it lol.

#s3 #harringrove #bily hargrove

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stonathanshipping · 5 years

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Stranger Things 3 trailer - Billy Hargrove with an Upside Down infection

#stranger things #stranger things 3 #bily hargrove #I NEED TO KNOW #if we're getting a billy demogorgon plot where he werewolfs into one #ALSO im sorry for my stonathan followers for all this stuff #im sorry this gif is fast too im not good at editing #anyway the duffers are continuing their pattern huh #they’re like he’s name starts with b so he’s gotta go

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lorifragolina · 29 days

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The Villain of His Own Story (Rare Pair Will/Billy)

Hi everyone! This is the second entry for the @st-rarepair-roulette, this time I got Will/Billy. I always wanted to write something for them, they were the first pair I found when I entered the fandom!

I'm not really happy with the fic but I at least, I tried! This is the first chapter and I'll try to finish the fic soon.

I'll write more spicy Byers Jr soon!

Link to the fic: The Villain of His Own Story on Ao3

Rating: M Pairing: Will Byers/Bily Hargrove TW: Smoking Weed, mention of drugs (coke), Attempted Underage Sex Wc: 3921 A little snippet:

“Fuck you,” Will was still bothered. “You know everything, like my mother and my brother. I can go in a fucking club and screw with whoever”. He lowered his eyes again, but Billy felt in his bitter voice that wasn’t the first time he argued about it. “You can, but it’s not the best thing. You should find someone who really likes you…” “Yeah. Someone as desperate and dumb as me, you mean, because people like you wouldn’t touch me with a stick”. “People like me? No, you’re totally off track… you are… you are pretty, more than pretty…” Billy blushed and lowered his eyes. He’d rather prefer ignoring it, but he always had a soft spot for Will. A crush, although he didn’t want to accept it. Will had always been a silent, shy boy at his house when he came over to play with Max and Jane, but he always had been polite and kind with him, although he was evidently daunted by his presence. They shared some silent secrets, they caught each other looking up and down on the legs of some football player, and they always kept the secret; and Will was pretty when he was little, and Billy saw how he grew up in a fortnight and how his baby body changed into a… a more attractive person. And he had those velvet eyes that followed him when Will thought Billy didn’t notice it. One day Will was drawing and Billy joked about it, asking for a portrait of himself. Will gave him a pencil draw some days later and Billy still had that drawing between his dearest things. So the problem wasn't that Will wasn’t cute. The problem was Billy. “I am used to being… a bad person with others, Will… with people I bang,” he scoffed bitterly.

#hawkinshearts #STRR2024 #stranger thing rarepair roulette #rarepair #billy hagrove #will byers #billy x will #stranger things

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dacresprincess-blog · 6 years

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Butterfly

Summary: There`s always two sides to a story and apparently also to Billy Hargrove.

Requested: I believe it's gonna be awesome... So... story (if you want do it long) about Reader (badass reader) and Billy. Reader being depressed and having to deal with it and Billy helps them and reader helps Billy.

Warnings: Mentions of depression,selfharm, Butterfly project, fluff, bad storyline

Words: 1,5k

A/N: *takes a deep breath* I really really hope I made your idea any justice. I feel like I kind of let out the part about reader helping Billy but it just didnt fit into my flow. Im sorry but still hope you enjoy! Leave feedback and requests! Thank you and goodnight.

If you or someone you know is dealing with any sort of mental illness, feel free to message me any time you want and talk to me. I´ll try my best to give advice or just be here to listen. Seeking for help is not a sign of weakness!

Your head was pounding, and you slowly lift yourself up and dangle your feet from your bed. You could already tell it was going to be a slow day for you.

You finally get up after long contemplation to maybe just stay home and call in sick, but you’ve been doing that a lot the last few weeks and your parents grew more and more suspicious of you.

You head over to your bathroom and get ready; every movement was very slow of you and it felt as if you weren’t even in your body; It felt as if you were watching yourself shower and brush your teeth.

After you finish, you head back to your room and put on an all-black outfit: black jeans, black shirt, black converse and lastly your favorite black leather jacket. Running your hand through your hair, you decide to just put it up in a messy bun with a few strands framing your face. You grab your bag and then head out to your car, tossing yourself in and start the engine, backing slowly out of your driveway.

Once you’ve arrived at school, you look into your review mirror and see your red eyes from the lack of sleep and sigh before grabbing your bag from the passenger seat, stepping out of your vehicle. You sling the strap around one of your shoulders and close the door, making your way towards the school entrance.

Immediately after you’ve made it in, you roll your eyes, sighing deeply, seeing that the whole Billy-Hargrove-fandom was surrounding him at his locker which was on the opposite wall of the hallway of yours.

Everyone was talking about Billy Hargrove when he transferred to your Highschool, but you never paid him any mind. Not only because he was a macho pumped up with testosterone but also because your mind was occupied with thinking about other, more important, things than him. Nevertheless, you always, since the first day he arrived, felt his pair of blue eyes watching you whenever the two of you were in the same room. He had tried talking to you a few times, but you always brushed him off and didn’t give in to his standard procedure of batting his eyelashes and smirking.

Today was no different you make your way to your locker and briefly look over to Billy. His back and his head were propped up against the closed lockers and he was looking up at the ceiling. His hands were stuffed into the front pockets of his jean jacket and he was pretending to listen to one of the girls telling him some random story of a party she went to and letting out random sounds of agreement.

He licks his lips once he sees you and glues his eyes on your body, but you ignore it and open your locker.

"Hey", you hear a squeaky voice behind your locker door and then close it, after you’ve taken out your books, to reveal the face of Olivia smiling at you.

"Hey", you mutter back, still feeling a pair of eyes watching your every move.

"Are you going to Tina’s party on Friday?", she asks shifting a bit, waiting for your response.

"Uh, no I don’t think so", you answer and walk past her making your way to class.

"Why not? ", she asks following you, now walking beside you. You take a deep breath. Honestly, you hadn’t had a good excuse, you just didn’t want to. You just wanted to go home and stay in.

"Pleeeeassse you have to come. Everyone expects you to be there and also…Jimmy asked me if you were going. You know he has a massive crush on you Y/N!"

"Uh, I need to catch up on school.", you lie.

"Y/N it’s the first week of school. You don’t need to - ", you interrupt her while she crosses her arms in front of her chest.

"Yeah and I’m already behind. See you later Olivia.", you say and quicken your pace into the classroom and take your seat.

After class ended you make your way to the library and look for a quiet place to work on a few of your writings you were behind on. You wanted to finish them before starting with your homework. You hang your leather jacket on the chair and sit down, pulling out your papers and pens.

You were too absorbed in your work that you didn’t notice someone walk into the same area that you were sitting in until the person pulled out the chair and plopped down next to you. You look up quickly and catch a glimpse of a pair of blue eyes and the same charming smile you tried so hard to avoid. You turn back to your work and try to ignore him as much as possible.

He shifts in his seat before speaking.

"Why do you hate me, Y/N?"

The question makes you stop writing and you shift in your seat and narrow your brows. You look up at him confused and take a deep breath.

"I never said that I hate you.", you shake your head, looking back at your paper. He chuckles lightly and then tilts his head.

"You’re always avoiding me Y/N and you’re not even looking me in the eyes right now. You don't have to say it, your actions show it.", he replies. You feel the warmth of his body as he moves closer to you. You swallow and chew on the inside of your cheek. You turn your face to him and shift in your seat to face him. Your (y/e/c) meet his blue eyes and for a moment it felt as if the world had stopped.

"I’m looking you in the eyes. Are you happy now?", you say and see his lips curve upwards into a smile. He hums quietly and doesn’t even blink not wanting to break the eye contact between the two of you.

You run your hand over your face and remove a strand that was tickling your cheek and place your arm on the table. You see Billy’s eyes shift and see his expression change. You follow his eyes and see him staring at your wrist.

You suddenly feel your heart pump and your blood heat up, changing the color of your cheeks. You feel your eyes well up and quickly blink them away before removing your arm and shifting in your seat to turn back to the table.

You tense up and wait for Billy to say something but instead, he quietly unclasps something on his arm and then quietly reaches over to grab yours. His warm body leaning over yours makes your stomach twitch and you shift a bit. You watch him as he furrows his brows while clasping it on your wrist and then takes the warmth his hands away from your arm, making your heart drop unconsciously.

You move your arm up to look at it. It was a simple black leather bracelet with a few silver beads and a small silver butterfly inserted on it.

"It was my mom’s.", he says quietly watching you as you inspected the bracelet.

He takes a deep breath and continues.

“Always when you feel the urge to...you know...just look at that little buddy and ... think of someone you love...that you wouldn’t want to hurt.", he says trying to repeat the words his mom used when she explained it to him back in California.

“Thank you, Billy, “, you simply say not knowing how else to express your gratitude.

“No need to thank me, babes. Just...just promise me you won’t do it anymore.”

“I…I’ll try “, you reply tilting your head, offering him a small smile.

“Also, you’re too pretty to be covered in that “, he says returning to his charming self and licking his lips. You let out a small snicker and hit his shoulder.

“Hey, Billy. “, you say once the both of you stopped admiring the bracelet on your arm as you held it up again to look at it. He hums quietly.

“I don’t hate you. I hope you know that “, you add. He leans in too close to your face and makes you press lips together, breathing hard through your nose.

“I know, princess. No one does.” He leans back in his chair and winks at you. “I mean how could you even. Look at me “, he adds motioning with his hand up and down his body. You roll your eyes and chuckle softly, shaking your head.

This guy was something else and you didn`t even mind it.

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