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[strangerontheotherside84]

Wild Child (Billy Hargrove x Reader) part 2

Disclamer: idk where this is going but I guess I’m just gonna update this whenever I’m bored and have a fun idea

Warnings: swearing, mention of abuse (kinda), sexual tension

Billy took one last look at himself in the mirror of the mens restroom, quickly fixing his messy curls, before lighting a cigarette and heading back into the dark concert hall. The gig was almost over and he hadn’t spotted you yet. Not that he wanted to but he was actually impressed that you would be the kind of girl to go to a RATT show all by herself in the middle of nowhere. But you were propably just talking shit. Better for him. Like that he was able to enjoy a dope concert without your bitchy attitude driving him up the walls.

„ALRIGHT INDIANA THIS IS OUR LAST SONG! MAKE SOME NOISE!“

Alright, this meant it was time for Billy to go. He would usually leave a show a bit earlier than everybody else in order to get his blue Camaro out of the parking lot before it was crowded with drunk kids. Just before arriving at his beloved car Billy heard a noise that made him turn around. Nevermind, it was just two of the said drunk kids making out heavily on the hood of a car. Or maybe even fucking. But who cared?

But what Billy then saw almost caused him to drop his keys. That was YOU with some guy. And to be honest you seemed kinda bored. Nevertheless, Billy felt caught when your eyes suddenly met his. You winked at him just before rubbing yourself even harder against that dude and letting out a loud moan while flipping Billy off.

What a fucking tease.

Like, Billy knew that you had a pretty good taste in music but god you were such a bitch. But something like this? Damn, it made you almost seem kinda cool, and he didn’t like that. Because if there was one thing the two of you could agree on was that you hated each other and wouldn’t want to change a thing about that.

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„ASSHOLE!“ you yelled at the car passing by honking at you. Usually it wasn’t a problem to hitchhike back home from shows, you had done this before but tonight seemed to be the night of brainless fuckers. If you had a dollar for everytime some of these jerks had pretended to stop just to honk at you or say some stupid shit like „Hey babe maybe you should try it backstage it’s getting cold tonight.“….you’d propably could have payed for a taxi to Hawkins. Not like those excisted anyway.

After what felt like forever, the parking lot behind you was now completly empty and the concert hall shut off it’s light, a car finally seemed to stop for you. Which was good because sooner or later your finger would have probably frozen off. You almost couldn’t see because of the bright headlights but somehow made your way to the rolled down window at the side of the passenger seat.

„Hey thanks for stopping dude are you driving anywhere near Hawkins?“

„Actually yes. Lucky you.“

„Oh hell no.“

Billy smirked at you licking his lips while leaning towards the door to swing it open for you. He moved his hand across the passenger seat, indicating that you should enter the car. He knew you weren’t gonna say no, which caused him to smirk even cockier.

As much as you didn’t want to grant him this satisfaction, especially not after your encounter at school, you knew that this was the only way for you to get home before the next day. If you wouldn’t have frozen to death by then. You accepted your fate and took a seat in the blue Camaro.

„You looked pretty bored back there. So I thought I’d be nice for once and offer you a ride.“ Billy grinned at you, running his fingers through his sweaty curls.

„Oh what a lucky girl I am.“ you replied in a sarcastic tone, which, to be honest was pretty close to your usual tone „As if you’re never bored while hooking up with those pretty High School girls.“

„I thought girls didn’t just hook up with some random guy.“ he chuckled while lighting another cigarette, blowing the smoke directly towards you.

„What? You mean girls can’t just have sex with somene because they want to have some fun? Without even liking the guy?“ your sarcasm intensified as you dramatically clutched at your chest, “How do you think you get laid so often?“.

„Touché.“ Billy mumbled as he turned up the radio, which was blasting a Ted Nugent tape and stepped on the gas, causing you to be pushed deeper into your seat.

Wow he must really been having a rough week. Not knowing how to respond to you for the second time in two days? That was something new.

You didn’t speak for most of the ride but you could feel Billys eyes on you over and over again.

„Maybe you should focus on the street.“ you suggested after a while.

„Don’t mind me. I’m just thinking about the best way to throw you out of the moving car without damaging the seats. It relaxes me.“ he mumbled.

„Hey I didn’t force you to drive me home.“

„Yeah yeah chill. Don’t need you to turn into your bitchy self again.“ he scoffed „Why would you even hitchhike to a gig in the first place? I thought you had a car?“

„Well yeah but  A: said car broke down a few days ago an B: I wanted to get as drunk as possible.“

„And are you?“

„What?“

„As drunk as possible.“

You let out a quiet laugh „Well I’m sitting in Billy Hargrove’s Camaro at 11pm on a Saturday night. Is that enough of an answer?“

„Not really. By the way, Ì know I’m giving you a ride home but where exactly is that? Like where do you want me to drop you off?“

„Just drop me off at your place. Cherry Road right? I can walk from there.“ you replied.

„What? Don`t want you parents to see me?“ he scoffed raising his eyebrows while looking at you.

„Actually there are no parents who could see you, so no. I just like to walk home. Also, you knowing where I live would make this whole night even weirder.“

„Oh sorry I didn’t know….what happened to your parents?“ You could hear a sudden change in his voice. Less pretentious prick and more like he actually…cared?

Wow he must be a lot more drunk than you were. And you had had 6 beers. Which were probably the reason why you decided to tell your family story to the one guy you hated  most: „Well to make it short, never met my dad, mom got a new boyfriend, said guy was a total dick. Lots of fighting up tp the point where my mom was forced to decide between him and myself. And well we can all guess how that one turned out.“ you laughed out loud while gesturing at your appearance, „Well and now I’m technically living with my uncle who owns the garage on Laing Lane. Said uncle has a small flat above his garage and is therefore never really home. So you could say that I’m somewhat living on my own in the tiny ugly house my mum kindly left me.“

„When you say fighting…what.. what do you mean?“ Billy asked hesitantly.

Wow that was really all he got from that? No stupid dickhead jokes about driving you home and making you feel less alone?

„Well fighting….all kinds of..from yelling at each other to sometimes even beating the shit out of each other. Which I must admit was mostly me losing.“ you could see real concern in Billys eyes and something else that you couldn’t quite explain. „However the two good things that came out of this are the fact that I’m free to do whatever I want now and that I can actually discolate my jaw on purpose…whenever I need it.“

„Wait really?“ there we go you had Billy’s usual attention back on you. He looked at you with big eyes.

„No dickhead I was just trying to brighten the mood.“ you laughed „But it’s good to know that this is what you picked up from this talk. And now please forget everything my drunken self just told you and go back to hating me again.“

„Who said I ever stopped doing that?“ Billy smirked at you while suddenly stopping the car. You hadn’t realized that you had already arrived in front of the small house on Cherry Road. Billy turned off the engine which caused the lights inside the car to switch on. The curly haired boy was looking directly into your eyes, wearing the usual cocky grin on his face. The messy hair was sticking to his face, propably still sweaty from the show. You hadn’t realized until now that he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath his leather jacket and caught yourself staring at his shiny abs for a little too long.

Definitely too long. Holy fuck you needed to get home. His abs weren’t shiny he was just sweaty and you were just drunk as hell. And probably still affected by that boring ass dude at the show and his sad attempts to make you cum.

This was the guy you despised most on this planet. All of him. Especially his pretentious personality.

„Need anything from me or…?“ Billy’s low mumbling voice interrupted your trail of thoughts. Fuck did he realize that you were staring at him? Judging by his stupid grin, he did. Still waiting for a response from you he raised his eyebrows and made a confused gesture towards you.

„Nah I’m fine. Thanks for driving me home and therefore preventing my sudden death from exposure.“

„Well if you were dead then who would be a total bitch to me when I could also have affection?“

„Keep that in mind for when you cry yourself to sleep at night.“ You replied witty while sliding out of the car, shutting the door behind you and walking off into the cold night.

What would Steve say if you told him that story? Well, he’d probably be surprised that both of you were still alive.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy x reader #billy x you #fanfic #hawkins #indiana #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x reader

[honestly-why-am-i-a-thing]

The one thing you can’t replace

Bill, Eddie, Bev, Mike and Ben, now juniors in college, all sat in the barn telling jokes and laughing as they heard a car door slam and Stan stomped in with Richie in toe muffling laughs.

"He's INSANE" Stan yelled walking in.

"What did you do now, Bitchie Richie"

"Nothing Eds, he's freaking out over ancient history"

"Start from the begining guys we have no clue what you're talking about." Ben said pulling up a hay bail for the two losers. They sit together, Richie tries to curl up to to Stan but he immediately pulls away still horrified by his friend.

"It all started senior year in high school (making them 18 so it's legal in some countries), At Bill's party remember, the one where his house got destroyed?" The losers nodded listening for what was so traumatic to Stan.

"Wuh-well, I don't think any of us Ruh-remember the entire night but I-I remember the damage." BIll stuttered out to the group

"Okay I'll go over what I remember. The day Bill's parents were out of town, because we all hate your dad for trying to keep you from finding Georgie, so we decided to trash the fucking place." Stan continued as everyone awkwardly turned from Bill trying to act like they didn't premeditate a rager in Bill's beloved childhood home.

"S-so you mean to tell me you p-purposely wrecked my house?"

"I wrecked Eddie's mom on purpose" Richie held his hand up to get a high five only to get shot down by Bev.

"Well when I walked in everyone was drinking like the end of world was coming. I don't think we've ever been more drunk."

~Flash back to the party brought to you by clown memes~

Stans P.O.V

I walked into the party only to be smacked in the face with the strong smell of alcohol. I said hello to all the loser's and while searching for them I saw popular kids, probably Mike's friends, as he had joined the football team in sophomore year and become quite the ladies man. Damn near the entire high school was here, maybe even some older kids who had already graduated. I had my drink and walked to the basement. A drunken Bev, with a barely sober Ben following to secure her safety, came barreling down the stairs smashing the pool table in half. The crowd of drucks cheered as Eddie ran through screaming for Richie.

"RICHIE! Richie. Oh my god Stan have you seen Richie he said he was going to find Bill's dad's blueprints and do something to them. I went to get him some water so he could sober up but when I came back he was gone." He said running out of air placing his baby blue inhaler between his lips.

"I don't really know where he is but the blueprints are in Bill's garage" I said taking another sip.

The night went by in a drunken haze as music blasted through the house. Night was filled with influenced stunts performed but Richie and Bev as, the now tipsy, Eddie loosened his raine on Richie. Ben ran after Bev to keep her from danger. Bill and Mike danced around with many guest. A few hours had past, it was well past midnight and Eddie ran down frightened huffing from his inhaler.

Through my drunken thoughts all I could understand was the single word police. In an amazing stroke of word association I, a white child, screamed "Fuck da police" As the crowd cheered.

Bev Began chanting "fuck da police" and the party soon began screaming it. A hundreds of drunk white children and a drunk Mike were screaming with the courage of people who had already been to jail.

Now the reason Eddie said police was because the police had shown up. A Derry police officer walked down the stairs and starred in shock. He looked almost depressed. The room went quiet as the officer raised his walky-talky. "Get the paddy wagon".

And Mike, though a mild manner boy, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and smashed it against the ground and yelled "SCATTER!!!!" and we all ran in different directions. I jumped on top of the washing machine and squeezed my skinny ass through a window and across the yard. I looked up at the large fence in front of me and though I've never climbed a fence that high before.

Next thing I know I was in my bed. Monday rolled around and the losers met at their usual spot.

Bill came by panicked "guys did you go into my parents room last night." we all shook our heads no. Richie then spoke up "no but I did take my dear Eds up to your room for a little one on one, if you know what I'm saying" he winked playfully at the end, anyone would guess he was joking if it weren't for the heated blush on Eddie's cheeks.

"O-okay but someone stole these antique photos of m-my grandma and my parents a-are really freaking out."

At that moment I had a thought only black out drunks and Steve (Harrington) Urkle can have. Did I do that?

~present day~

"And I never really knew if it was me until today when me and Richie were playing video games. He paused the game and brought me to a side room. At first i didn't even want to go in because I mean it's Richie for god's sake but I went in and I saw a picture filled with pictures of different peoples parties. My first reaction was ' WHHHYY'"

Everyone stared at Richie for a response "because it's the one thing you can't replace" he said with a smug smirk. Bill got up and smacked the back of his head

"G-get me those pictures buh-back asshole" Bill muttered sitting next to Stan.

#the losers club #stan uris #richie tozier #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #eddie kaspbrak