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Harrington!reader who struck up a friendship with Billy after finding him crying. It wasn’t long until she developed a crush on the older boy. But she knew she was the least attractive girl in school, and on the cheerleading squad. Every girl was all over him, she never thought he’d see her that way.

Movie Night

I'm so sorry, I got carried away, and I made it super long, SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I HOPE EVERYONE ELSE DOES this has: fluff, angst, mean brother persona on Steve's behalf, OOC Billy Hargrove, soft side.

wc: 8k (i got a lil inspired, no one requests Billy and I love to write him 😭)

Stupid Steve. Stupid school. Stupid fucking stereotypes.

You understand, you get it, the fucking sister of Steve Harrington should be the perfect girl, perfect as her idiotic brother. If only they knew that being in every single sport isn’t what Steve wants, it isn’t what he desires, it isn’t what he always dreamed about. 

But it’s not that perfection they want from you, oh no. It’s not your fault you have bad eye sight so you have to wear glasses, and for some reason that made you fucking undesirable. Just because you are wearing glasses, and you’ve been wearing them ever since middle school, where there were minimum problems with it, and now in high school when you just want to be able to date someone, or even kiss, it’s almost impossible because of them.

So yes, you knew people didn’t want to be with you, and you knew that it was all because of the idealization of the Harrington girl not meeting their expectations. Jokes on them, every single fucking guy in school looks like stepped on shit.

When you finally got into freshmen year, you already knew Steve was the most popular guy in school, always boosting about it at the dinner table, father always saying how proud he is for Steve being the captain of almost every fucking imaginable sport. You looked up to Steve, you really did look up to your brother… Until you crossed those forsaken high school doors, and the only face your brother sent you was that of disgust and turned his back on you.

And that sets your fate.

Now as a Junior, your brother finally graduates this year. Ever since he started dating Nancy who is in the same year as you, he has relatively changed. At home, he now tries to invite you to hang with him at the mall, or tell you to have dinner together when your parents aren’t home… You declined his invitation every time. You prefer to eat dinner in your bed, alone, while he drives away to be with Nancy. Just you, your books, and some good music. You are fine. 

It doesn’t help the fact that you have just one friend at school, and she’s not even always with you because she is Nancy’s Best Friend. Barb was always nice to you, and it’s the only one you talked to in class, because then in cheerleading practice, which you had to enter because you needed extracurricular credit because your parents said so, you were given the cold shoulder by every teammate there. You didn’t participate in the cheers really, you just wear the uniform every now and then and pass them bottles of water.

You just have to survive one year, just one more year and you can go to college, probably start anew, meet people, meet someone. You fixed your glasses on the bridge of your nose as you took notes while sitting at the bleachers, hearing the squeak of the tennis shoes of all the boys in the basketball team just going around. You hear a thump, making your eyes look up to see your brother laying on the floor, making you frown.

Then it made sense, as Billy Hargrove smirked, helping your brother stand up again. 

You knew that he wanted to take Steve’s position as the most popular guy at school, getting prom king and all that shit. You have heard your brother complaining about him on the phone sometimes, maybe to Nancy or to one of his friends. From what you’ve seen, Billy looked like a tough and irritating guy, and there is no need for you to get close to him at all, and you really could care less about what he does to your brother.

And that is basically your everyday life. Invisible, and you’re fine with that.

You’re fine. 

“Hey, can you believe that guy?” Your head snapped up to see your brother at your door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. You raised your eyebrow at him, looking back down at your book. “If he takes away my captainship in the team, I will– Dad will fucking cut my head off.” 

“That’s what you get for following his dreams from day one.” You mumble in a low tone, but he caught onto it, frowning at you.

“I have my own dreams. I don’t follow his.” You nodded at that while still not looking at him. You really could care two shits about all of this. 

“Maybe Nancy can help you with this kinda stuff. I'm busy.” You heard shuffling at the door and then a sigh. You heard steps and you raised your head to hear him slam his door shut, and you knew he was probably getting ready to go to a party or something because of the music he started playing on his radio. Not once you were invited to one of those, not even by your own brother. He had hosted parties before, and you were commanded to stay in your room all night. The only time you came out of your room was to the bathroom to pee, and even then you had to wait because people were always making out inside. 

You got up from bed, closed the biology book to then set it on your desk, looking over to your library of VHS’s tilting your head to check what to watch tonight. You picked Terms of Endearment and Sixteen Candles. Your collection was full of romance and dramatic movies because it’s just your favorite genre to watch. Same with your books, your favorite being Sense & Sensibility. 

Steve left after a few minutes, and you made your way down to start your Friday movie night, and tomorrow will be the same, next weekend too. You should get more movies, you are on a roll of rewatching stuff by now. But it was at this moment, when you put the cassette into your player, and you finally sat down and started watching Sixteen Candles that it all simply fell apart.

Your rough facade crumbles down as you see the romance of the characters on screen, the friendship that is displayed in these movies, late calls with friends, kicking your feet because the guy you liked kissed you, or even called you to spend time with you. You stare absentmindedly at the screen as you see the kissing scene finally happening and your fingertips brush over your lips, just softly, tracing the shape of them.

After a few hours Steve finally returns home, completely sober and cursing under his breath. He sees the light of the living room turned on and some blue light shining on. He walked inside to find you asleep on the couch with the TV still on. He sighed, walking over to turn it off but then his eyes looked at your form, making his face completely fall down.

He bent over your figure to see the dried tears on your cheeks, falling down onto the couch. He looked over to the coffee table to look at what you were watching, getting hold of the case. You watch the same movie every Friday night… And every Saturday night. He rubbed his mouth with a frown to his face as he looked back at your frame. And he always repeats the same action every Friday night and every Saturday night.

He stands up to grab the blanket that’s over the couch to put it over your body, and with tears in his eyes he bends over to press a soft kiss at the top of your head with a quiet whisper that he always repeats and that you never hear, not that you would believe him anyway.

“I’m sorry.”

Monday came way faster than you expected, and the morning was even quicker. Your parents were still away on their business trip, but Steve and you knew they were just out on vacation by themselves. Why have children when you just push them aside? 

You take out the lunch bag with your sandwiches in it, and you walk out of the school doors and into the football field which was deserted because it was lunch time, so it always gave you the best opportunity to head behind the bleachers to have some peaceful time for yourself, and that was until you almost dropped your bag as you screamed and flinched when you saw someone already there who snapped his head back at you.

Billy Hargrove.

Your breathing was heavy and your eyes were still trying to focus from the scare but as soon as they did you realized that Billy’s eyes were filled with tears, one or two might have escaped because you could see the glistening trail that they left behind on his cheeks. You were trying to talk to him, but then his eyebrows furrowed together, a tight angry look on his face.

“The fuck you looking at Harrington?” You flinched back at that, annoyance switching inside of you instead of fear. This guy was crying and has the audacity to sound threatening?

“Oh, right, sorry, it’s just seeing Billy Hargrove actually having feelings is a sight.” His eyes snapped wide at your response, surprise crossing his features while he stared at you this time. “Who’s staring now?”

“Oh, right, sorry, it’s just that hearing you fucking talk for once is a sight.” You were taken aback by his response, mimicking yours. You sucked on your right cheek in annoyance as he wiped his cheeks away.

“Well, off you go.” He snaps his head at you, a frown on his features to then letting a smirk spread on his lips.

“I came here first. You go.” You scoff at that, shaking your head at him.

“No, I always come here at lunchtime, it’s my place.” 

“Well, that’s lonely as fuck.” You know that. You fucking know that, he doesn’t need to say it to your face, not the heartthrob of the school. Before your heart could turn in pain you nod at him.

“Fine, take it for today.” You turn to finally walk away. Maybe you can eat at the picnic table in the forest? But sometimes the stoner would go there to deal, and you weren’t judging Munson really, you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. 

“Wait.” You stopped on your tracks and slowly turned around to see Billy slumping down on the ground, his back resting against a column of the bleachers while he rested his forearms on his bent knees. “You can stay here if you don’t tell anyone you saw me like this.” 

Who would you even tell this to? He might be scared that you would tell Steve about it, but Billy seems to not know you don’t actually have a good relationship with your brother, and you have just one casual friend in this school. You look in between the bleachers and towards the woods and then you look back at Billy, giving a sigh and finally sitting down with your legs crossed. 

It was silent between you two, almost uncomfortable but not quite. You were eating your sandwich and you took out a bottle of water out of your bag too. You glanced once at him, and he was looking at the distance, just breathing slowly. You wanted to know what happened to him, because he didn’t seem like the guy that would cry easily. He looked at you, raising an eyebrow up at you.

“Why do you eat here?” He asks and you clear your throat, taking a sip of your water.

“Why were you crying?” 

“Touché.” You gave a nod in understanding. You weren’t going to talk to him if he wasn’t going to talk to you. You looked inside your bag to grab onto the other sandwich, and you handed it to him. He looked at it with a frown and then back at you.

“If you’re here it means you didn’t eat. Basketball players need food.” You calmly say to him and he looks down at the sandwich, taking it from your hands, and then taking a bite out of it, grimacing in disgust.

“What the fuck is in this?” He looks down into it and you smirk at him, finishing off your own.

“Mustard and pickle sandwich.”

He ate the sandwich anyway. It was nice to eat lunch with someone for once, even if that person was Billy Hargrove and it would be a one time thing in your life… Though, it wasn’t. Billy was back behind the bleachers almost everyday after that. He wasn’t at all that persona that he was with everyone else with you. The cocky insufferable bastard you knew was all a mask, and you could see it when he told you about how Tammy Thompson tried to hide a fart with her cough in class.

“You’re fucking kidding…” You were giggling, covering your mouth as you both sat in front of one another, and the closeness slowly shrinking as two weeks went by of eating lunch with him.

“I am not, she actually thought it was discreet, but I heard it. Not that I said anything about it, but it was a total boner killer.” You raised an eyebrow at that, swallowing your apple that you were having as dessert.

“What, girls can’t fart Hargrove?” He rolls his eyes at you and then raises his hand to flick your forehead, making you wince and rub the skin he left in a red state.

“I didn’t say that. When you trust someone enough to do it in their face, sure. Not in the middle of class, and much less when you are a chair in front of mine.” At that you let out a laugh, throwing your head back. He chuckled and took a swig of his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side so it wouldn’t hit your face.

“God, I really don’t pay attention to shit like that.” You took another bite of your apple and Billy was still looking at you, clearing his throat, making you look up at him.

“What do you do on Friday nights? I mean, your brother is at every single party but you are nowhere to be found.” He asks you and you feel your cheeks flush slightly at that. You look down at your apple and swallow your bite.

“I often watch movies. Have my own movie nights, sometimes with popcorn, and if I am feeling fancy, S’mores.” You gave him a small smile as you took another sip of water but Billy was still looking at you with a frown to his eyebrows.

“By yourself?” And you suddenly felt embarrassment washing over you. How pathetic were you? He is a guy that has every student in this school eating at the palm of his hand, plans of going out somewhere almost everyday, a date every single night, and you just watched movies and read books for company.

“I– I have to go.” You suddenly blurt out, standing up abruptly to then wipe your jeans from the dirt of the floor. Billy was following suit, doing the same thing, and about to stop you, but you were already walking away. You didn’t need the reminder of how stupid all of your life sounded. You didn’t need it from him. You were always reminded of it by your father, saying that you should be more like his son. Your mother says that at her age she already dated someone and had tons of friends. Steve showing off his new relationship and friends to you, keeping you in the shadows from everyone.

You didn’t need more reminders.

So when you got home, and realized Steve was already out of sight, probably at Heather’s party, you took your time to shower, put on some comfy sweatpants, a white t-shirt and a gray hoodie, and you grabbed your movies and went downstairs. Maybe they will cheer you up from all the stuff that has happened with Billy today. It’s stupid, you both don’t talk to each other all day, yet at lunch you just talk non-stop.

Sweet popcorn was today’s choice and you were already salivating at the smell of it all. Once it was done you put it in a bowl and headed over to the living room, turning the TV on, and putting Pretty in Pink in your VHS. Steve must be getting drunk with his friends by now, dancing to Roxette or something like that. You popped a single popcorn in your mouth and you were about to press play but you were interrupted when glass knocking was heard from the sliding door to the garden.

You jumped up in fear, eyes widened as you quickly turned your head and saw Billy fucking Hargrove outside the doors. You blinked once, twice, three times. Wasn’t he at Heather’s party too? You stood up from your seat, blushing at your attire but he already saw you in it, no time to actually go change. You fixed your glasses at the bridge of your nose as you walked towards the doors to finally unlock them and open a side for him.

“What the fuck are you doing here Billy!” You almost screamed at him, but he raised his hands up in a surrender mode and chuckled at you.

“By that yelling I am assuming your parents are still gone. Let me in, I’m fucking freezing.” He walks past you and you scoff at the nerve of this man. You close the door and you see him looking around with his hands inside his black leather jacket. Your eyes trailed downwards for a second, taking in how tight his pants were, but you snapped out of it, walking around him so that you were facing him.

“What are you doing here?” You ask again and he simply shrugs, still looking all around your house. 

“Party was lame as shit, and you said there was a movie night here tonight. That seemed far more interesting than Tommy trying to do a keg stand and falling onto it, breaking his nose.” He walks to the couch, sitting down on it and he immediately grabs the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table. Your mouth hangs open again at this, going to the couch and sitting down next to him.

“You– I don’t need your pity.” You say to him, looking down at your hands as you played with the hem of the sleeves of your hoodie. He chuckles at that and shakes his head.

“Sweetheart, I don’t pity anyone. The party was really fucking boring.” He takes a popcorn in his mouth and he hums at the sweetness. You raise an eyebrow to look at him. You never thought Billy Hargrove would be on the sweet side of stuff. “So, what are we watching?”

A smirk formed on your lips. He was gonna fucking hate it, that’s what he gets for barging in your house.

Yet–

“I fucking hated Duckie.” You were wide eyed at him. He had paid complete attention to the movie, even giving small commentary that he really liked the fact that the girl stood up for herself. He turns to look at you, a frown coming to his eyebrows. “What?” 

“I just… I didn’t think you like this genre of movies.” You reply to him, a little bit nervous for some reason and he smiles at you and then looks back at the screen.

“I never watched one of these. They have a lot of plot, and they’re interesting.” Your eyes sparkled in excitement and you grabbed his shoulder, which made him look at you alarmingly.

“You’re in for a ride.”

Billy came back again the next day, taking the chance that Steve was out at Nancy’s for the night. He then sneaked into your room while Steve slept and you played Grease on your small TV and VHS that were on top of your dresser. He actually enjoyed it, but despised it because it was a musical. The next time, he actually came through the front door, and you both finally watched Sixteen Candles together. Now, Saturday Night, Steve was at Nancy’s for a family dinner and Billy was taking out two beers from the six pack he came with.

“I don’t drink…” You say to him and he raises an eyebrow up at you. 

“Daily or weekly, but you have tried alcohol. One beer is not going to kill you Sweetheart.” You nodded at that and you grabbed onto the can, sitting back down on the couch. You opened it as Billy walked towards you and plopped down with a huff, already taking a swig out of his can. You grimaced at yours and you took a tentative sip, lowering the can to look at him, completely disgusted by the taste and he simply threw his head back in laughter.

“Disgusting.” You say to him and he shrugs at you, sending a smile your way.

“It’s an acquired taste baby, you just keep drinking it, if you feel fuzzy you can leave it.” You felt your heart accelerate at him, feeling the butterflies exploding in your stomach. You didn’t know when your relationship with Billy took a turn for the better, but he actually sends a smile your way this time when walking down the halls, he sometimes greets you when you pass by him in the hallways, like he is not making it seem like he doesn’t know you.

So it was hard not to fall for him. It was undeniable at this point, and even if he was strong and mean, and an ultimate bully to everyone else, he comes here to your house, watches romantic comedies with you, eats popcorn with you, and you two talk about nonsense all evening. Nobody knows about this, and you’re happy to have this secret between the two of you. You can live in the fantasy a little bit longer.

“What did you bring?” You look at the cassette he got and you look at the front of it. You grimaced again and showed it to him. “The terminator?” 

“Classic sweetheart, it’s an action movie, you gotta expand your movie knowledge a bit.” You didn’t want to complain, it was the first time Billy suggested to watch something he likes, and in reality you were interested in knowing it, and hopefully like it the way he does.

News flash, you didn’t like it.

“Why are there so many guns?! It's unnecessary!” You complain, your beer gone and you do feel a little fuzzy but not too much. You just felt giddy. He laughed at your side and shook his head as he drank his second can.

“That’s what action movies are, baby, they are irrational, little to nothing of plot, and shooting everywhere.” He says and you sigh at that, shaking your head. The room filled with silence as Billy looked forward, his smile slowly disappearing. “You know why I come here often?”

You straightened at that, blinked with confusion as you turned to look at him. You frowned when you saw how serious he got, just out of nowhere, and your belly turned for him, not in a romantic way, but more of a worry kind of nervousness. 

“Because parties now bore you?” You ask him and he gives you one chuckle and then shakes his head, resting it on the backrest of the couch, looking at the ceiling.

“You help me distract myself.” He took a deep breath in as you kept looking at him and you knew it was something he was having a hard time talking about. “The day you saw me crying… I was actually afraid.” 

“What?”

“My father… Let’s just say he has– a rough hand. Any slip up I make, I just get a punch out of it… I’m just so angry all the time, so unlike my fucking self and who I actually am when I am at school. I just let out my anger towards people, because I cannot take it out on my own father.” You could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and you knew he was trying to choke back tears as he talked. Your heart just knotted at seeing him like this, feeling helpless, not knowing what to actually tell him.

“Billy–”

“And you… I tried to be mean to you… And you actually had the guts that no one had at this school yet. Talk back to me.” His head turned to finally look at you again and your eyes burned at his confession. “I couldn’t be mean to you… With you I can— I can be calm, watch a movie, talk about how creepy that Creel house is and how we should sabotage it– I mean, the only thing I talk with the people from school? Chicks, sex, cars, alcohol.” 

You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips, turning your whole body to face him, your legs coming to rest on top of the couch too, bending them and resting your side on the backrest. 

“Well, I am glad I could help in some way… My house is always open for you Billy.” His eyes were just staring into yours now, the only thing being heard in the room were your breaths, until he finally talked.

“Can I kiss you?” 

What?

There is no possible way you heard that from him. This is a dream, it has to be a dream. There is no way Billy Hargrove, your now friend, your crush, the guy you like has asked to actually kiss you. This only happens in movies, in books, and it never happens in real life, at least, not to you. 

“W-Why would you want to kiss me?” And Billy’s features turned into saddened ones at your words. Don’t you realize how beautiful you are? He straightened up on the couch, his body turning to face you as well as both of your hearts jumped out of your chest.

“Why wouldn’t I want to kiss you?” was his short answer. Your belly turned in pure nervousness now as your body grew a cold sweat. You never kissed anyone, and Billy seemed to know how to do it, and you were just too inexperienced. A flush came over all of your body as you fixed the glasses on the bridge of your nose and you looked down to avoid his gaze.

“I– I never–” You gulped, not being able to finish the phrase from how stupid it sounded. A warm hand was pressed on your cheek, making you lift your head up to look at him again, and you didn’t realize how close he got to you, his blue eyes staring into yours.

“I ask you again… Can I kiss you?” And you finally give him a nod. You weren’t going to miss this chance, not for one second. He still wants to kiss you despite you not knowing what you were getting yourself into. He smiled at you and grabbed onto your glasses, pulling them off your face and setting them on the coffee table. “They were just going to get in the way.” 

You took a shaky breath in, his hand still on your cheek as he slowly leaned down towards you. You closed your eyes and his remained open to remember your features as he finally does what he has been wanting to do for the past weeks. At first it was a simple attraction of course, but he knew it was more than that, and he was scared as shit about it… But he never wanted someone as much as he’s been wanting you.

His lips connected with yours in a soft peck, brief, and you let a breath go out of your lips, only for another peck to land. Then another, then another that lingered there a bit more, and then the next one he just stayed there, and suddenly started moving his lips, guiding you as your heartbeat made you deaf in your ears. How do people do this and not faint at the spot?

The lip smacking was heard in the room as your hands finally were brave enough to travel, one scanning his bicep, the other one moving towards the back of his neck, feeling his skin under your fingertips. His free hand landed on your waist, not pressing too hard so that you know that he is being mindful of you. At this point, Billy would already be inside someone, satisfying his needs, but with you… He wasn’t going to do that, at least not now, not yet, and that is if you let him. 

He wants to take care of you.

He pulled away for a second, his lips touching yours still as your breathing mixed with one another’s in soft pants. You were feeling as if you were burning all over, not knowing what was happening with you. You never felt like this before, and maybe it has to do with the fact that not only was Billy good looking, but you also feel more than just friendship for him.

“You okay?” You nod frantically at him, wanting more, giving him a peck on the lips making him chuckle in a low tone. “Sorry baby, but I need more.” 

He suddenly pushed you back on the couch, crawling over you and you didn’t even think, you just wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he kept his bottom half away from yours, even if it pained him on his thighs from the strength he was doing to keep himself up. His lips connected with yours again, rougher this time, more desperate, the kiss suddenly turning into a very heated one as he suddenly licks your bottom lip a few times.

The butterflies in your belly explode as you open your mouth and his tongue finally slides in. You gasp at the feeling, your hands finding his biceps through his blouse, and you felt his chain hitting your neck at every movement. One hand was still gripping on your waist, while the other remained at your nape, pulling you deeper into the kiss. 

You really can’t believe this is happening, not to you, not with Billy, it doesn’t make sense that he looked your way, it doesn’t make sense that he actually wants to kiss you, not when he has Heather on his tail all the time, or Carol even if she is dating Tommy. Or Janet. You always hear them talking about him in the bathroom, always planning their move on him, and this feels you with a sense of power, with a sense of accomplishment and pride in yourself. 

Your hands ran through his hair and he groaned into the kiss, and that ignited so many things inside of you that you never felt in your life, and you wanted to hear more of it. Billy was trying his best to keep himself in a hovering position with you, but he was finding it harder and harder to do so. He can’t go on, at least not today when it was your first kiss. He didn’t want to scare you, even if your urges were the same as his, because he could feel your need to pull him even closer.

The door suddenly clicked and both of your eyes snapped wide open, pulling away, looking at one another, panting heavily. Best scenario, it's your parents, and they would be thrilled that you actually, and finally, have someone over at your house… Now, worst case scenario–

“What the ACTUAL FUCK?!” You both sat up on the couch to look over at Steve, who was standing there in the living room, wide eyed, and his face reddened bit by bit. Shit.

“Steve–” You started talking but he raised his hand at you, to then point a finger at Billy.

“Get the fuck off my sister.” You wanted to roll your eyes at this, because why is he acting all protective now? You finally got some action in your fucking life and he wants to take it away from you.

“I don’t think she wants me to leave.” Billy dares to say, glaring at your brother who took a look at the coffee table, seeing the cans of beer. His mind started racing, and Billy followed his gaze, his mouth opening to talk but Steve was running up the stairs already. Your eyes widened and you pushed Billy off, standing up quickly and urging him to do the same.

“You have to leave!” You were trying to push Billy towards the front door but his feet were still planted against the floor with a frown to his face, and your head snapped to the stairs to see Steve running back down with his baseball bat in his hands. Billy’s eyes widen when Steve starts to approach him with a swinging motion.

“Taking fucking advantage of my sister is something I won’t take from you Hargrove, so get the fuck out of my house before I crush your skull in!” 

“Shit, Harrington– Fucking listen for a second–” Steve’s baseball bat hits the backrest of the couch, and you could see the dent of the wooden under it that he created. Billy ripped himself off you and gave you a look as if asking if you were okay.

“I’ll talk to him, you go.” You tell him and he gulps, looking back at Steve with a threatening look on his face which Steve only scoffed at.

“I’ll talk to you later.” Billy says with a small squeeze to your hand as he walks out of the house, passing by Steve. Your brother follows him to the front door and he doesn’t walk back inside until Billy drives away with his Camaro. After the roaring engine can be heard in the distance, Steve slams the door shut, throwing the bat at the floor and stomping back into the living room where you were standing there with a glare on your eyes as if you were about to kill him.

“When I saw his fucking car out in front of the house I thought it was a stupid coincidence, and I come in here to see you about to have sex with the sluttiest man in the goddamn school! What are you thinking!?” You frown in anger at that, stepping towards him.

“I am his friend! I wasn’t going to have sex with him, and he wasn’t taking fucking advantage of me! I drank ONE beer, ONE!” You yell back at him and he fake laughs as he runs his hand over his face.

“The first time you have a guy in this house, and it is Billy FUCKING Hargrove. The one guy that I am fighting with for Captain at our basketball team, the one guy that gives me the hardest fucking time of my life at the moment, and you want me to just accept that he wants to be with you because he WANTS TO?” Your chest hurt at those words, your own coming out in soft stutters at Steve’s blind rage.

“He even asked me if I wanted to, and I said yes–”

“God, you cannot be this fucking stupid! He hates me, makes my life a living hell, and you seriously think that he is a nice guy!? You really think there is no ulterior motive!?” He yelled at you and his words were stabbing you in every part of your body, your head already spinning from how harsh he was being with you.

“Why? Is it impossible that he actually wants to be with me?” You try to say loudly at him, even if your fingers start to feel numb. He scoffed at that, looking at you.

“Yes, and I don’t think you are dumb enough to not see that.” He was referring to so many other things, and it was regarding Billy’s persona, in Billy’s actions, in his rivalry with him… And when he saw your tear rolling down your face, his anger evaporated as if water was being thrown at him.

“Okay…” Was your defeated response. You turned around to retrieve your glasses from your coffee table and Steve winced, clenching his eyes tightly together as pain rushed through his body. 

“That wasn’t what I meant– Hey, listen to me, I really didn’t mean it to sound like that–” But you weren’t listening, putting the cassettes back into their cases and turning off the TV. You grabbed them and walked past him, going up into your room. Steve stood there, knowing he hurt you once again, not knowing what to do but run a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath as he started pacing back and forth.

He didn’t mean it to sound like no guy would want you, he didn’t mean it at all like that, yet the words coming out of his mouth betrayed him, completely. He doesn’t know how to make it up to you, because if he had given you the chance to go to the parties with him when you asked in your freshman year, many times, and told you yes instead of no, you would have more experiences, you might even have friends. If only he had let you come out of your room at his own parties when you asked him, almost begged him to let you participate, but he declined each time. Then in your sophomore year, you didn’t ask anymore, just accepted that he wasn’t going to tell you anymore about them, and you automatically locked the door whenever he hosted a party. 

This year, he tried to invite you, many times. You always declined. You didn’t even want to eat dinner with him, and he knows you want to leave the house as soon as possible thanks to him. Even with your parents. For the past two years he had been so blind because of his father’s approval and the one of all the students in Hawkins High that he didn’t notice how your parents didn’t ask you stuff at dinner. All questions were always directed to him. He noticed this year, and he tried to tell them you had nailed your exams, and the only thing you got from your father was ‘As she should.’

He was the cause of who you were now. Not at all the bubbly and animated girl that asked him to raise her up like an airplane in their backyard, not at all the small girl that put makeup on him pretending she was a stylist, not at all the middle school girl that got excited to see him whenever she got home from school to tell him about what she learned that day. 

He walked up the stairs and raised his hand to knock on your door, only to hear soft sobs on the other side, muffled. He wonders if you had also cried when he denied you all those times. He doesn’t know how to even make it up to you. He doesn’t know if he even can. 

So the next day, when you didn’t come out of your room, he let you have your alone time. Now on Monday he tried knocking on your door, only to receive the notice that you felt sick. He tried walking in but your door was completely locked. His eyebrows twitched and his mind had come up with a plan. A plan he will terribly hate. A plan that might end up badly for him. But it’s what he deserves for what he did to you. 

Billy looked everywhere for you, and even asked Barbara Holland where you could be. She told him that she hadn’t seen her at Science that day either, so his best guess was that you had skipped school. His jaw clenched when he asked other people about you and some of them didn’t even know what you looked like. He waited for the bell to ring, and he was going to tumble Steve down if he had to in order to see you. He didn’t care.

But when he walked out of the school doors to rush to his Camaro, he was surprised to see Steve Harrington sitting on his trunk with his arms crossed. Billy’s eyes hardened at the sight, walking towards him, tilting his head in question at the brown haired boy who was looking at Billy with a mix of emotions behind his eyes.

“Harrington. Get off my fucking car.” He says and Steve gulps as he looks to the side.

“I fucked up.” At that Billy’s eyebrows turned into a frown, but his fists started clenching as Steve kept talking, telling him everything, everything he did to you, and what he had said to you that night when Billy left. 

While this was happening, you were combing your hair after the shower you took while sitting on your bed. You had taken a shower because you were greasy from yesterday already, and you really didn't want to get up, but you didn’t have a choice. Ever since Steve said that, you didn’t have the guts to actually call Billy because at some far away place in your mind, it made sense. 

You were invisible, and suddenly you were noticed? It doesn’t sound real. 

So maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it really was to get into your pants to mess with your brother, and that was honestly the most reasonable explanation for it. You frowned when you heard the door open downstairs, your door was left open so you could hear some drawers being open, to then hear steps coming up the stairs. Your eyes widened when you saw Steve slamming himself against the door frame of your room.

His eye was completely inflamed from a punch received to the face, his nose was bleeding and he was holding some ice covered in a rug to soak the blood in it. From what you could see, his lip was busted as well and his breathing was coming out of his mouth, almost in a pant.

“Steve, what happened?” Even in your hatred for him, seeing him this way made your heart fill with worry, pushing all of the other feelings aside. You were about to rise from the bed until Steve raised his hand up at you.

“I deserved it.” He looked towards the hallway and your eyes widened when you saw Billy coming into view, a pack of frozen peas on his right hand, his eyes glaring at Steve as he passed by him and into your room. His eyes turned to yours and you couldn’t help but look up at him, completely stunned. Steve groans and closes the door for you two as he heads downstairs. 

“What… Did you…?” You stutter as you sit back on your bed, seeing Billy’s injured hand as he sat on your bed too, nodding as he looked at you.

“I sure as hell did. Fucker deserved it. He told me everything, from the very beginning, and also what he said to you on Saturday night right after I left.” You feel your face flush with embarrassment and you look down at your hands again. You are not understanding what is going on, nor why Steve would go and tell your life story to Billy. “Though I have to say… Your brother does care for you.” You scoff at that.

“Right. Like he cared for me the past two years.” You reply with venom in your voice and you feel Billy scoot closer to you.

“He knows. He knows what he did to you. Your freshman year was the punch on the eye, your sophomore year was on his lip… And what he said on Saturday was the one on the nose.” He lets out a chuckle and you feel mixed emotions to that. You were happy that he defended your honor, but Steve was still your brother and you didn’t want physical harm to come to him.

“Don’t punch him again… Please.” You slowly looked up at Billy and his blue eyes were already looking at you. Your heart rate picked up the longer he stared at you.

“Do you really believe what he said to you that night?” He asks you, a small worried tone behind his voice. You feel yourself gulp and you look away in embarrassment or nervousness, you no longer know.

“I– After years of feeling this way, it was a very possible scenario.” You say to him in a low voice, your fingers playing with each other. You see him put the bag of peas away, and his hands look for yours. You look down to see his right hand completely bruised up, some skin completely chipped off on his knuckles. You gasp at that and his hold gets stronger on you, making you look up at him. He was closer now, making your breathing get stuck in your throat. 

“How can I prove to you that I want you? How can I prove to you that I like you, that I like you very much that I drive myself insane with this fucking feeling, because god knows I am not good with relationships…” For the first time you see a blush come to his cheeks, and his gaze looks down at your connected hands, like how you do when you get nervous. “But I wanna try that with you.” 

Your heart leapt out of your mouth almost, not truly believing what was happening, but the bruised knuckles made it more real, the blush on his cheeks made you realize it was no dream at all. This man in front of you wants you, despite it all, and you both have so many broken pieces to pick up inside one another, but you figure that you can help each other. You can mend his heart back, as he can mend yours.

“I think… The first step would be a date…” You say to him almost in a whisper and he chuckles as he looks up at you. He squints slightly at that as if in thought as your smile grows on your face while looking at him.

“I have an idea for it. I think they are showcasing the new Rambo movie.” He says to you with a smirk to his face and your mouth fell open at that, shaking your head.

“I am not watching an action movie on our first date!” He chuckles at that, his face coming closer to yours slowly, and you feel magnetized to him as you both leaned into one another. 

“Oh, I bet you prefer the one where the bad boy goes for the intelligent and perfect girl, that genre, right?” You squint at him, pretending to be offended by his words.

“Don’t act like you don’t like those movies Hargrove.” At that he chuckles, his left hand snaking to the back of your neck to pull you closer to him, a soft breath hitting your lips as he talks.

“I might have a thing for romance.” His lips touched yours again, and you smiled through the kiss, your own hands resting on the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, to taste him even better. Your lips moved along with his, taking in eachother’s breaths, bodies coming closer at each second.

“Don’t fuck my sister, I draw the line there. Not today, not with me here.” You both heard Steve’s voice behind the door, making Billy groan in annoyance and pull away from you to glare at the door as the steps could be heard and another door closes down the hallway.

“I am punching him again.” Billy says and you were glaring at the door too.

“My turn.”

A/N: Well shit, I hope you enjoyed. IT TURNED OUT TO BE A ONE SHOT.

Please help I am such a simp for Billy Hargrove - like how can one person be so fucking hot. It makes no sense. if anyone has any requests give em to me! I really need to get over this riding slump and under…yeah I’m not saying it XD

Daddy Issues

Summary: No one knows Billy like you do...no one knows you like Billy does. Both of you got daddy issues.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Power/Quirk: N/A

Request: Yes

Warnings: Angst, angst and more angst

A/N: This is my first request in months so I'm really rusty. I did change the setting a little to add to the atmosphere but the premise is the same. I still hope you enjoyed it @trelaney !

Request?

!Masterlist!

September's first frost files into your room, pushing the toxic yet sweet smoke of your cigarette back into your face. Downstairs you can hear your father screaming again at your stepmom, probably getting ready to smack down at any moment. After years of abuse, you couldn't bring yourself to care, instead choosing to light another smoke.

When the yelling doubles, that's when your interest is finally peaked. Not only could hear your father's gravelly voice below you but an equally pissed voice came from your neighbour's house.

Ah, yes, the infamous Hargrove household. The new king of Hawkins moved in a year ago but it only felt like months. With shared bruises and the same look of desperation in your eyes, an unspoken agreement was made.

No matter what, split up the fight.

Your knuckles rap against the perfectly painted front door and all the yelling ceases. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch a certain redhead skip out of the window. The mustached bastard opens, a sickingly deceptive smile pushing up his nose. You mimic the smile, twirling an unlit cigarette in between your fingers.

"Sorry, (Y/N), but me and Billy are having an important discussion at the moment,"

"I'm sorry Mr. Hargrove but I really need Billy's help. You see, my car is making this weird clunking noise and if I have to take it back to the mechanic again my Dad won't be happy. You know how it is."

With the soft bite of your lip and your eyelashes fluttering against wind-whipped cheeks, you try to pull off your most innocent look.

"Maybe if you turned your music down you would've heard it earlier. It's all that smoke and leather,"

"I'm much more than smoke and leather, Mr. Hargrove,"

Biting your lip you nearly crush the cigarette between your fingers. After a few seconds of thought, Mr. Hargrove backs away and walks further into the house. You strain to hear his mumbles:

"We can finish this conversation later,"

Billy quickly storms out of the house, leather jacket in tow as you follow. Handing him an uncrushed cigarette and a lighter, you lead him to your car. Once his cigarette was lit, he handed the lighter back to you.

"Please don't tell me you fucked up this car again," he growls.

"Nah, just had to come up with a quick excuse," you toss him the keys. "Just added a new muffler too. Wanna hear her purr?"

"Do I ever,"

He slides in quickly, listening to your black Camaro rev with ease. His gleeful chuckle sends lightning down your spine as you light the crushed cigarette, inhaling as much as your lungs can take and exhaling as you enter the car.

"Good job, princess. She's running beautifully,"

"Don't call me that," you mumble. "I'm not another one of your whores."

For some reason, one you cannot put your finger on, he goes silent. With a harsh tug, the e-brake is off and your speeding down the country roads that Hawkins has to offer (the only positive to this town in your opinion).

Leaning over, you slip in your mixtape of all the greatest rock hits you could get your hands on, letting the angry rhythm and aggressive beat push your worries away temporarily.

It was late when you finally pulled over, somewhere in the ass-end of town. Popping open the trunk, you pull out the beers you had stashed and walk over to the hood of the car, handing Billy one.

"So, what was the bullshit this time?"

"The typical shit he comes up with. I'm not treating Maxine right, I'm impeding the "family happiness"," he makes air quotes quickly followed by a sigh. "He's never gonna get it through his thick skull that I never wanted to be a part of it,"

"They never listen so they'll never understand," you say simply, chugging back more of the watery beer you bought from some random kid who stole it off his Dad.

Once you finish your drink, you toss it away with a sigh.

"At least we've got each other in this shithole," you say.

"Who the fuck said that?"

You turn to him aghast.

"Please tell me you're joking,"

He stays silent, his glare ahead of you. The macho facade takes over and it makes your blood boil.

It always ended like this. A late-night drive. A pack full of cigarettes. A few beers. But the minute you tried to connect, to give yourself an opening to confess what had been eating away at you, and he closes up.

You thought, no, you were convinced, that he needed you. That he relied on you. That your unspoken code could finally be spoken about.

"Drop this whole macho act, Billy, cause I'm tired of it. The least you can give me is a thank you,"

"And what the hell are you talking about, huh?" he turns to you, nostrils flaring.

"You can't keep ignoring the fact that I'm the only girl that has stuck by your side the longest! That breaks you outta those stupid fucking fights! Gives you an escape!"

"Get to your point already, (Y/L/N)!"

"God Billy! You can rely on me! You can let me in for once so that I can finally tell you how much I love you! That I want to run away from this haunted town with you and we can start over! That's my point!"

You breathe heavily with anger as your words set in. The conflict in his eyes is slowly overtaken by annoyance...then frustration.

"That was quite the speech..." he draws closer to you, eventually towering over you. "But you're not my type. Why any guy would even pity fuck you is a mystery to me."

Tears prick your eyes but they never fall.

"You're nothing but a small girl with daddy issues. So think again about that little fairytale running through your head,"

Your jaw tightens along with your fists. Long ago you learned how to mask, to push back tears and fight.

"Daddy issues, Billy? You're the personification of them. Fuckin' every girl that even bats her eyelashes at you. Pathetic, temporary. Just like your mother was, come to think of it. But the minute someone wants your trust wants your vulnerability, you're this big macho man that has no feelings. Come back to me when you decide that I'm pitiful enough to fuck."

With a glare, you quickly get into your car and drive away, leaving him angry and alone. It wasn't long until water impeded your vision and you're forced to pull over. Gripping onto the steering wheel so tight your knuckles turn white. Your chest feels like it's caving in with how harsh your sobs bounce.

You know you've got daddy issues...

But he was the one that understood your wounds...

Your partner, your friend, your love;

Left on the side of the road.

pls a part 2 of Daddy Issues 😩 im begging on my knees here

I’m so happy people are loving this story!! I’m gonna just publish it tomorrow no matter how much I hate it so keep a look out!

I'm right here.

Billy Hargrove x Reader. (pure fluff) Request:@zero-spacee Summary: Y/N has horrible nightmares about BIlly dying and Billy comforts her

It had been 2 months. Two long and hard months after the events of summer. The worst summer in Yn's life. When her life had turned upside down. Literally. It had scarred her, scared her, and made her cling to her boyfriend. Billy, Who had barely survived the battle in the mall, Sometimes she woke up. Terrified. Her mind is hazy with sleep making her believe things that weren't real. She was scared to go to sleep. She was scared of being alone. And so it was that Billy convinced her to move in with him and Max.

Yn looked up from the place where she was laying her head on her chest as they were in his bedroom one night. After she had called Billy terrified to pick her up from her house.

"Really?" She asked quietly looking down at him in the dim light of his room.

"Sure, you can stay, and honestly. I feel better if you were here" he replied softly brushing a stray hair from her face and looking at her with soft eyes, Yn realized that he too was still struggling with nightmares but wouldn't admit it.

"What about Max?"

"Don't worry about her babe. She already loves you. Besides, she would feel better if you were here too. She won't admit it but she kind of needs some...sisterly figure?"

"Doesn't she have El for that?"

"How about I just want you to be here and I don't care if Max likes it?" He suggested with a small smirk.

Yn gave him a playful deadpan expression "That is rude.."

Billy ran a hand down her back and pulled her close to him again pressing a kiss to her temple "Stay" he whispered.

Yn rested close against him wrapping her arms around his torso "Always" she murmured back.

And that was how Yn ended up living with Billy and Max. Max had been a little reluctant to it but then warmed up to her. But one thing that didn't change, even though they diminished was the nightmares. She woke up at night screaming and crying and Billy sometimes had to hold her for hours for her to fall asleep again finally. She wasn't the only one. Once she woke up at night because of crying. And she slipped out of Billy's room to find Max trashing in her bed. Yn had stayed with her the whole night soothing the younger girl. Since then she and Max had grown closer.

Even through it, Billy didn't exactly show when he had nightmares. Though sometimes Yn woke up to him holding onto her tightly, tighter than usual, as he slept. Yn would run her hands through his hair absentmindedly through the night. But didn't wake him up, knowing it would hurt his pride if he knew that she had seen him in such a vulnerable state.

It was messy and somehow complicated how they lived. But the 3 of them managed. And everything went smoothly by.

One morning though Yn woke up from a night of nightmares, she reached her hand to the side of the bed Billy slept in but found it cold and empty, she sat up rubbing her eyes from sleep and her nightmares rushed back.

her mind was still clouded with sleep and she started shaking and tears pooled in her eyes, what if Billy was dead? what if it was true? sobs shook her body and she tucked her knees into her chest hiding her face in them. "he's dead, he's dead" she repeated through sobs.

Max who was ready to go to school already, knocked on the door of the room and paused when she heard cries, she immediately opened the door of the room and rushed to Y/N's side.

"Y/N what's wrong?" she asked taking the older girl by the shoulders with green eyes searching her teary face.

"he's dead" Y/n cried "he's dead Max, he's dead" she repeated again and again.

Max froze before she hugged her trying to comfort her and calm her down, trying to soothe her.

"Y/N he isn't dead" Max repeated again and again but Y/N was too into crying to understand the words and kept crying.

Billy who had gone out for a run early in the morning to clear his head from the nightmares that plagued his sleep arrived home, and his heartbeat sped up when he heard crying, he rushed to the room he shared with Y/N and paused at the door to see his crying girlfriend and his little sister trying to comfort her, his feet carried him to her side and he knelt by her side.

"Y/N what's wrong?" he asked worried his eyes searching her form for any visual injury.

Y/N lifted her teary face to see him and a choked sob left her and she flung her arms around his neck burying her face into his shoulder "I thought you were dead" she said between tears.

A small relieved sigh left Billy once he realized it had only been a nightmare that scared her and nothing else, he took her in his arms. "she's ok, you can go to school" he told Max.

Max hesitated for a moment before she nodded and left the room.

Billy sat down on the edge of the bed with Y/N in his arms, he ran a hand comfortingly up and down her back. he kissed the side of her temple. "it's fine baby I'm here" he told her softly.

It took a long while for Y/N to calm down, but Billy held her all along, only moving to sit back against the headboard of the bed Y/N tucked in his chest clinging to him. Once she was calm enough she just lay there tracing a random pattern in Billy's arm.

"where were you?" Yn asked quietly

"I was taking a run around the block" Billy answered.

"Oh..." was all that Y/N replied

"I'm sorry" she added quietly after a while.

Billy frowned and looked down at her "For what?" he asked gently.

"For being so...for not being able to handle myself, for not being able to control my emotions, for not-"

Billy shushed her before she could keep going "Y/N it's ok, I love you" he told her pushing a few strands away from her face and kissing her forehead. "I'm right here. I'll always be right here"

Y/N looked at his grey eyes "Promise?"

"Promise" Billy replied putting a hand on the side of her face "Always" he whispered and then leaned his head down to press his lips softly against hers.

Y/N sighed softly against the kiss and kissed him back tilting her head up to kiss him better.

Billy parted the kiss and pressed a kiss at the tip of her nose, then kissed the side of her neck. his mouth traveled up to her ear "Always" he whispered again, making a shiver run down Y/N's spine.

Ok i am going to stop here 'cause the request was for fluff not smut...but God do i want to add some! But I hope you enjoyed and have a great day!❤️

p.s. sorry for the long wait

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The Kas Theory (Stranger things)

This post will contain sooo many spoilers for season 3 and 4 of stranger things, reading on ur on risk

I have some many thoughts on this one, I hope my thinking makes sense in the end.

Okay, I am pretty sure that everyone who watch "Stranger Things" and fell in love with Eddie Munson heard about this theory already. But in case u haven't heard it yet, I'll explain it to u real quick.

In the game dnd, there is this one character call Kas. They are some sort of the right hand of Vecna. But then Kas turns against Vecna and defends him (or helps to defend Vecna? Idk correct me if I'm wrong).

And many people who love Eddie Munson (me included) believe that Eddie becomes some Kas anecdote and will save the day in the following season of "Stranger things". But hear me out:

I saw this Tiktok like a few days ago and it got me thinking. What if Billy is the Kas anecdote? I mean think about it. To become someone's right hand kinda thing, that someone needs to trust u, which needs some time yk? I mean I wouldn't let anyone be my right hand if I do not genuinely trust them. And idk how many months will be between season 4 and season 5 but since the doors to the upside down are already open, I dont believe that it will be as much as between season 3 and 4 yk. So Eddie would have less time to "bound" with Vecna than Billy would have had. And I bet Vecna also knows that Eddie fought his bats (I mean the wounds seem kinda obvious to me). And we know Vecna isn't stupid so he probably connects the dots and knows Eddie isn't on his side.

BUT BILLY ON THE OTHER HAND?! Not only was he already some kind of doll for Vecna, so Vecna kinda still has the connection to Billy (just like Will yk what I'm on about?), but Billy also never seemed to connect with the "Anti-Vecna" group, which is probably also shown in the memory of Billy. So Vecna knows that for sure. And adding to this Billy would also have had enough time to "gain" some trust from Vecna (more like prove himself to Vecna). I mean how many months were between the timeline of season 3 and the timeline of season 4? 8 months? That sounds pretty accurate to me.

I mean hear me out. I love Eddie.. I mean I really fucking love him more than myself. And I really wish for him to somehow come back in season 5 but folks u need to agree with me. This Billy-being-Kas-theory of me makes fucking sense..

And yes I know Vecna could just whoop Eddie's ass and make him do whatever he wants him to do. But Vecna is not stupid, like I said before! And he already had that mind controlling connection with Billy which will probably makes it easier for Vecna to get into Billy's mind? And even when Billy and Eddie had both a rough upbringing, I think Billy had it a bit rougher. I mean at least Eddie had a father like figure, friends who like him for him and his trauma (the "loss" of his parents, probably bullying yk) didn't got any deeper (I mean, yes he got still bullied but he had friends, he wasn't alone, yk?). But Billy on the other side, his mother left him alone with his abusive dad, who also were his only father figure. He only had friends because of his looks and the popularity he got because of it. And because his dad is shit, his trauma got deeper with everytime, Billy's dad laid hand on him, yk? So the bad things in Billy's life, his loneliness and the fact that he went to all that basically alone probably clouded his mind and also makes it even easier for Vecna to get in his fucking mind.

And also yes, in the end of season 3 Billy sacrificed himself for El. But only because she found a good memory. And do u all remember how long it fucking took her to find it (which would basically prove my theory that I pointed out before)? In addition to Vecna knows how strong El is, so there is a high chance that El could just faked the memory to make Billy "submissive" to her plans. U get this?

But I mean folks, who am i kidding? We all know the duffer brothers are freaking stupid (I mean they killed the best character yk) and tbh I don't believe they thought about this, so I guess eddie it is (I mean I'm happy, but I would make so much more sense with billy... waisted potential in a good plot if u ask me)

Anyway, I really do hope, that y'all get what I meant.. I mean I know this is a lot of information and I really tried to give my rambling thoughts some structur. But on case it didn't work and u have some questions, just ask me.

Anyway, bye bye, kissies y'all

Could we work?

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she? 

Warning: Cussing, Sexual innuendo, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy. 

A/n: I will be posting a part two to this, I really like this fic and please let me know if you guys like it. Please like, share, reblog, and/or comment. Also I want to try taking request so please feel free to message me a request idea, I will let you know about the stuff I don’t write. But please enjoy. ALSO THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

Pt.2

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All the boys in this town were shit excluding a few, and that was me being nice. They all got on my nerves repeatedly coming to try and get with me, I really should just start telling them off. But I find the severe silent treatment more amusing, though sometimes I want to just yell at them. Walking the Hawkins High Halls was something every student has done but I was always getting the stairs. My sister was the one always speaking up for me, she was very popular and bright. I was always letting her handle these boys, maybe the ceaseless comments on how fat my ass is would stop. But they always kept coming with new ones, sure I had these powers but I was never and never will be a killer. These boys were always pushing me to new limits, just because I wouldn’t let them climb on top of me. I took a deep breath before I stepped out of my care. My sister Amara followed me, she went almost everywhere with me. As we walked into the school building I wasn’t stopped like I usually was, I made it to my locker with no one person bothering me. But my happiness was short-lived, once I got to my locker I was met with a new face. He was significantly better looking than any of the boys I met in this town, he had this sort of smug look on his face. I was absent for two days and there was already a new person along with a new drama, I opened my locker and took out my book for the first period. I completely ignored his presence, the attitude radiating off him was very cocky and I didn’t like it.

“Y/N you’re looking very nice in that dress, but I think it would look better on my bedroom floor.” Tommy H. Said, I didn’t even bat an eye in his direction, simply closing my locker and walking away with Amara. I heard footsteps walking behind us but this was the school hallway, it was free to use, who was I to stop people from walking? I entered my class and took my seat, I was never one to be late for class or cause a fuss, but I couldn’t control the commotion that followed me to my seat. I turned my head to see the new face, he sat in the seat next to me, which wasn’t weird because it was empty it made sense for a new student to take that seat. 

“Hello pretty lady, the name is billy. “ The boy said, I nodded and then started preparing for class. I didn’t respond to him and that seemed to kind of bother him.

“It seems like you didn’t hear me but the names billy what’s your name?” He asked this time, I looked at him for a second before writing something down and passed him the note.  

‘I heard you the first time, I just ignored you. Please leave me alone, I don’t talk to arrogant, cocky, and self-destructive boys. So just stay out of my way and keep everything at face value. You may have a pretty face but it doesn’t mean anything if your personality is shit.’ His emotions were displayed on his face and anger seemed to shine through the most, he crumpled the note and shoved it in his pocket. The whole class period went by without his talking to me again, as I walked out of the class I was met with Harrington. He was a good friend of mine, but he seemed to act like an overprotective boyfriend at times. 

“Hello milady, shall I walk you to your next class.” he said, I smiled and walked with him to our next class.

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Lunch had rolled around and I sat at my usual table with my sister by ourselves, she insisted that she sit with me today so I didn’t feel alone but I didn’t mind her sitting with her friends. Lunch was going smoothly until billy sat down across from me, he didn’t say anything just took a piece of my celery and looked at me, my sister was going to say something but I just shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. 

“I’m not arrogant” he said, I didn’t say anything just set aside some celery on a napkin and passed it to him along with some chips.

“She said because you seemed so hungry that you can't ask.” Amara said, billy looked at her a shot her a sarcastic smile. 

“Thanks” he said.

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Could we work?

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she? 

Warning: Cussing, Sexual innuendo, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy. 

A/n: I will be posting a part two to this, I really like this fic and please let me know if you guys like it. Please like, share, reblog, and/or comment. Also I want to try taking request so please feel free to message me a request idea, I will let you know about the stuff I don’t write. But please enjoy.

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All the boys in this town were shit excluding a few, and that was me being nice. They all got on my nerves repeatedly coming to try and get with me, I really should just start telling them off. But I find the severe silent treatment more amusing, though sometimes I want to just yell at them. Walking the Hawkins High Halls was something every student has done but I was always getting the stairs. My sister was the one always speaking up for me, she was very popular and bright. I was always letting her handle these boys, maybe the ceaseless comments on how fat my ass is would stop. But they always kept coming with new ones, sure I had these powers but I was never and never will be a killer. These boys were always pushing me to new limits, just because I wouldn’t let them climb on top of me. I took a deep breath before I stepped out of my care. My sister Amara followed me, she went almost everywhere with me. As we walked into the school building I wasn’t stopped like I usually was, I made it to my locker with no one person bothering me. But my happiness was short-lived, once I got to my locker I was met with a new face. He was significantly better looking than any of the boys I met in this town, he had this sort of smug look on his face. I was absent for two days and there was already a new person along with a new drama, I opened my locker and took out my book for the first period. I completely ignored his presence, the attitude radiating off him was very cocky and I didn’t like it.

“Y/N you’re looking very nice in that dress, but I think it would look better on my bedroom floor.” Tommy H. Said, I didn’t even bat an eye in his direction, simply closing my locker and walking away with Amara. I heard footsteps walking behind us but this was the school hallway, it was free to use, who was I to stop people from walking? I entered my class and took my seat, I was never one to be late for class or cause a fuss, but I couldn’t control the commotion that followed me to my seat. I turned my head to see the new face, he sat in the seat next to me, which wasn’t weird because it was empty it made sense for a new student to take that seat. 

“Hello pretty lady, the name is billy. “ The boy said, I nodded and then started preparing for class. I didn’t respond to him and that seemed to kind of bother him.

“It seems like you didn’t hear me but the names billy what’s your name?” He asked this time, I looked at him for a second before writing something down and passed him the note.  

‘I heard you the first time, I just ignored you. Please leave me alone, I don’t talk to arrogant, cocky, and self-destructive boys. So just stay out of my way and keep everything at face value. You may have a pretty face but it doesn’t mean anything if your personality is shit.’ His emotions were displayed on his face and anger seemed to shine through the most, he crumpled the note and shoved it in his pocket. The whole class period went by without his talking to me again, as I walked out of the class I was met with Harrington. He was a good friend of mine, but he seemed to act like an overprotective boyfriend at times. 

“Hello milady, shall I walk you to your next class.” he said, I smiled and walked with him to our next class.

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Lunch had rolled around and I sat at my usual table with my sister by ourselves, she insisted that she sit with me today so I didn’t feel alone but I didn’t mind her sitting with her friends. Lunch was going smoothly until billy sat down across from me, he didn’t say anything just took a piece of my celery and looked at me, my sister was going to say something but I just shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. 

“I’m not arrogant” he said, I didn’t say anything just set aside some celery on a napkin and passed it to him along with some chips.

“She said because you seemed so hungry that you can’t ask.” Amara said, billy looked at her a shot her a sarcastic smile. 

“Thanks” he said.

Could we work? Pt.2

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?

Warning: Cussing, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.

A/n: I will be posting a part three to this, Please be sure to leave me some feedback, a follow and a reblog.  But please enjoy. Please be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part! ALSO THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

Pt. 1 | Pt.3

Word count: 657

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School had finally let out but, that only meant that I would have to go home to help my sister prepare for the party that she had been wanting to throw. Though I didn’t want her to throw this party I couldn’t deny her the party life she wanted to live. We have had the same compromise since she started high school, she could throw a party for every major holiday along as she kept her grades up, she didn’t cause trouble, and she threw the party at the lake house. She always kept up her end of the bargain and never faltered, these parties were usually just people sucking face and getting wasted. I usually came down got a couple drinks from time to time, maybe some snacks then headed right back up to my room. Our parents didn’t have too much of a problem with it as long as we were never the drunk kids and we kept it all in good taste, other kids could make a fool out of themselves but we barely ever got truly tipsy in front of others. As I walked out to my car with Amara telling me all her theme plans, we were met with a pissed-off-looking Billy leaning against his car with Vicki, parked right next to me. He watched as I walked over to the driver's side door, he looked impressed, my car wasn’t some family car like everyone else’s. I drove the nicest red Audi, I kept it nice and shiny not a speck of dirt could be found on my car. I didn’t stay long enough for Billy to say anything I quickly pulled out of that school parking lot and peeled off.

“That guy is so weird, who comes and disturbs someone's lunch by stealing their food. He didn’t even ask and all he says is I’m not arrogant. Like that is such an arrogant asshole move.” Amara complained, I laughed as I drove with all the windows down relaxing in the wind.

“He seems interesting, he tried talking to me in science class. But I told him off in a note, seemed to rattle his nerve.” I confessed, she looked as if asking for more details.

“Calm down, he didn’t say anything rude but his type and his crowd aren’t anything new. I’d rather deal with him early on than have him constantly trying to get in my pants, so I told him that I don’t want anything to do with arrogant and cocky guys. “ I explained

“But he still came to bother you at lunch, so I don’t think your tactics are working” she remarked

“Well he didn’t bother me exactly however, he did seem quite rattled at how I handled our introduction. It seems he’s taken it to heart, if he hadn’t he wouldn’t have said anything about him being arrogant.” I concluded, I pulled into our driveway and turned off the car. Amara however didn’t want me to get out, she held onto my arm and whined.

“Let's go to the store, I want a slushy” she practically begged, I looked at her as she gave me her best puppy dog eyes and I sighed.

“Fine but just because I love you turd.” I said, I started up my car again and pulled back out of the driveway. Our neighbors didn’t really care for the amount of noise my car made but they weren’t the ones who paid for it. If I wanted to take a nice late-night ride, they sure as hell couldn’t tell me not to.  

“I think he’s into you but he seems like a gigolo so he could just want to get in your pants. But I’ve seen him with Tommy and that can’t mean anything good.” She critiqued, I let her make her assumptions because I can’t tell what he wants, but he definitely seemed like a player.

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Could we work? pt3

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?

Warning: Cussing, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.

A/n: I will be posting a part four to this, Please be sure to leave me some feedback, a follow and a reblog.  But please enjoy. Please be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part! Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3| Pt. 4

Word count: 568

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The school day hadn’t been very eventful besides the buzz that everyone was feeling on the usual Friday. Especially with all the talk of my sister's party being tonight, lunch was filled with the chatter and commotion of the usual conversations. Billy had come to sit with me again today, I very nicely placed some of my carrots on a napkin along with half my sandwich and slid it over to him. He looked at me for a second before eating the food, Amara had gone to sit with her friends which made it a little harder to communicate with this man.

“I found out what your name is, even though you so kindly told me to piss off” he said, I nodded and continued to eat my lunch.

“I also heard that you don’t talk, what are you mute?” He questioned, I shook my head no and still didn’t say a word. He stared at me as if he was expecting an answer but I wasn’t going to give him one. He continued to eat the food as we sat in silence for a while before he spoke again.

“So that’s a pretty nice car, is that your dad's?” He asked, I shook my head and he looked a little confused

“That’s your car?" He questioned, I nodded my head and he looked a little impressed.

“What did daddy buy it for you?” He inquired, I nodded my head. I had gotten my car as a 16th birthday present after working very hard for it. My parents didn’t even think twice about getting me the car. I was always the best child a parent could ask for, except for a few certain times when I didn’t keep my power in check.

“Why an Audi?” Billy implored, I couldn’t answer his question with a head nod. He looked at me waiting for an answer. I used my hand to signal the motion of writing, he patted his pockets and pulled out a pen. I pulled a piece of paper out of my notebook and wrote him a little note.

‘I like the Audi it’s fast, sleek, loud, and intriguing. It feels like a real car, not a fucking family car.’ He read the note and nodded in understanding. The bell rang for the end of lunch and Billy took both of our trash to the can. I gave him small smile in appreciation and started walking to my locker. He quickly caught up to me and leaned against the locker next to mine. Soon his posse started to gather and the comments most definitely followed.

“Well damn Y/N you look nice, so here’s my offer. I was thinking I’ll allow you to let me take you to the party. Ya know I can show you a real good time.” Tommy H said, I raised an eyebrow and scoffed. I finished taking the books I needed for class and closed my locker, his little lackeys laughed and commented on Tommy’s request. Billy just stood there kind of indifferent.

“So what do you say? Pick you up at 8?” Tommy insisted, I shook my head no and walked away. These boys were acting like the bare minimum was some great new achievement. I never liked arrogant assholes and I wasn’t going to start now, but maybe a person can change but I haven’t seen that truly yet well besides Steve.

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Could we work? Pt.4

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?

Warning: Cussing, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.

A/n: I will be posting a part Five to this, Please be sure to leave me some feedback, a follow and a reblog.  But please enjoy. Please be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part!  Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3| Pt. 5

Word count: 748

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Amara was putting the finishing touches on her party, people were starting to arrive and I was just there as supervisor. Though Amara was very orderly, she made sure everyone had a good time and that no one got hurt. So I was really only there to steal some booze and snacks and call the police if something bad did happen. People had just only started showing up and it was already too many people for me, I grabbed a cup of the punch and sat on the countertop. I didn’t dress up for the event but I was nice enough to put a dress over my bikini, I was going to stay inside but it was a nice crisp day and my hot tub was calling my name. After a while of people watching I grabbed my towel and walked out to the back, I slid off my dress and quickly got in the hot tub. It was so relaxing, I just sat for a while until Tommy and his friends brought the keg out to the back and saw me in my bikini.

“Well hello, there beautiful who knew your body was this banging underneath that dress” Tommy said, I simply lifted my hand and flipped him off. People began to gather outside as Billy made his way to the back. They were cheering him on to keg stand I assumed, but Tommy took a little too long to walk away which led to Billy also approaching me. He didn’t say anything but his eyes did scan lower than I’d like, Tommy was about to say something but Billy pulled him away. They went back to their prepared activities and I just watched, as Billy finished his keg stand I saw a random girl grab the towel I set aside for myself and rush over to billy with it. This annoyed me, the stares I was getting were one thing but taking my towel was just so annoying. I made my way out of the hot tub and picked up my dress, when I turned back around all eyes were on me. I didn’t usually show my body, well I didn’t ever show any of these kids my body. I liked to keep my tattoos private, but now it was all in the open. I started towards the door and a path cleared for me, even though I was only wearing a bikini, which was starting to ride up, all of these people were undressing me with their eyes. I stopped in front of Billy and he was frozen, I politely smiled and took my towel back from him. I wrapped it around myself and walked inside straight up to my room, I closed the door behind me and went straight to my en-suite bathroom. I made sure to lock my bathroom door, I would rather not have a random guy or girl or both walking in on me naked. My shower didn’t last too long probably about 15 minutes before I got out, I walked into my room and dried off. My outfit which consisted of some pajama pants and a tank top was already laid out beforehand. The music of the party continued to rage on and it was kind of annoying, once I finished getting dressed I looked in my snack cubby and took out some candy. I was perfectly fine sitting on my bed reading a book for a while before an inebriated man stumbled into my room. I watched as he politely closed the door behind himself and looked around the room, Billy’s eyes met mine as I put my book down.

“Well hello gorgeous, don’t mean to intrude.” He assured me, I nodded and just looked at him

“You’re the first girl who has never spoken a word to me, even though I keep talking to you.” He remarked, I shrugged my shoulders.

“I've even tried to change to get you to talk back to me. But you just keep being silent.” He added as he sat on the chair in the corner of my room. I pointed towards the door and he shook his head no.

“I promise you I won’t lay a hand on you, I’m just tired. Partying with them gets tiring but I have an image to maintain.” He said slowly falling asleep, I didn’t bother to kick him out. I mean I could hurt him if he tried anything, but he seemed hurt enough already.

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Could we work? Pt 6

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?

Warning: Cussing, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.

A/n: sorry guys I was taking some time off to deal with school work, you know papers and stuff buttttt....... I will be posting a part seven to this, Please be sure to leave me some feedback, a follow and a reblog.  But please enjoy. Please be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part!  Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3| Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.7|

Word count: 529

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I sat at the lunch table already setting some food aside for Billy as he sat down, he didn’t say anything but just looked at me.

“Why don’t you talk?” He asked me, I didn’t say anything just slid the food towards him. He waited patiently for my response but I wasn’t giving him one, I ate my food and stared back at him. Under his shirt collar, I could see a bruise that looked fresh, I reached over to him and pulled up his collar covering it up properly. He watched me carefully and didn’t say anything, well not until he noticed that I saw the bruise.

“Got into a fight” he lied, I could tell he was lying but I wasn’t going to push him to talk about anything. He and I were simply just acquaintances, he sat with me at lunch and ate half my food. I pulled out a post-it note and wrote ‘Wanna go outside? I need some fresh air'. He nodded and packed my stuff in my bag, he followed me as I walked out of the cafeteria to the parking lot.

“You don’t have to tell me bout your bruise Billy, just don’t lie to me. Any good relationship regardless of the type is built on trust, if you want to have a friendship with me just don’t lie.” I said as we approached my car, he looked a little taken aback.

“How would you know if I lied?” He questioned, I shrugged my shoulders and sat on my hood.

“I just will” I concluded, he leaned on the hood next to me not saying anything. I sat quietly taking in the beautiful day’s weather, it felt so relaxing to be outside and not in the stuffy loud cafeteria.

“Why don’t you talk to me in school? What you’re too good to be seen talking to me?” He interrogated, I thought for a minute before responding.

“I don’t talk in school, I like to ignore boys. It's more amusing that way, if a boy says something really inappropriate my sister will handle it, or if it is really bad I’ll handle it but they won’t like me after I do. I haven’t pleasantly spoken to a boy in school in almost 4 years, I talk to my friends outside of school. Billy, I don’t like to talk in school. You and I can talk, just write me a note. But I will not be using my voice to talk to you inside that building, but don’t get me wrong the second you try some arrogant, asshole shit. We will no longer be affiliated with each other.” I explained, and he listened and absorbed my words quietly. I heard the bell ring in the distance and hopped off my car, I started walking back into the school as he followed. He didn’t say anything until we got to my class, he stopped me from walking in.

“Do you want to maybe hang out with me after school?” He inquired, I smiled and shrugged my shoulder. I walked into the classroom leaving him in the hallway, with a delightful amused grin on his face.

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Could we work? Pt 7

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?

Warning: Cussing, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy, abuse.

A/n: I will be posting a part 8! But please enjoy. Please be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part!  Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3| Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6| Pt.8

Word count:798

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School had let out and Billy walked me out to my car, Amara walking on the other side of me. I slipped a small note into his hand before getting in my Car, he looked a little confused at me. I nudged Amara and she sighed, I held out 8 fingers for her to see.

“She says you can swing by around 8 o’clock” Amara clarified, he nodded and stepped back so I could drive away.

“Y/N you seem to be taking quite the liking to him, why?’ Amara asked, I rolled my eyes and laughed.

“Well, he’s nice, not a perv, not disgusting, and he seems to have a nice personality. I’ve told him off and he seems determined to prove me wrong. It’s endearing” I replied, she nodded and hummed. It was quiet for a bit until I pulled into the convenience store parking lot, I stepped out leaving Amara with the car, and walked in. It was no surprise when I saw Tommy and his friends also in there, the store was close to our homes. I walked around and grabbed some snacks, it was all peaceful until I was met with a wall created by Tommy’s buddies.

“Well, if it isn’t little miss quiet. I’ve seen you been cozying up to Billy lately, What am I not good enough for you? I could treat you like a whore just the same” He conceded, I rolled my eyes and turned around walking the other way.

“Must be good, if Billy hasn’t dropped you yet. Why not give the rest of us a taste?” He said laughing, I flipped him off and walked away. I don’t have time to entertain these shit for brains boys, but they can’t seem to leave me alone. I picked up the last of my items and walked to the counter, The man rang me up and I pulled out my cash. After I finished, I walked out back to my car.

“What did you get?” Amara inquired, I handed her the bag as I got in quickly driving away.

“The Red vines are for you” I said, she smiled and took her candy out. I made it home quickly and just sat in the car for a couple of minutes while Amara ran inside, I sighed and got out after her.

~~~~ I was lying in bed now just watching the film on my Tv until there was a knock on my door, I let out a quiet come-in. I had completely forgotten that Billy was going to come over, especially since it was now 10 and he was supposed to be here at 8. He slowly pushed my door open, slid off the guest house slippers at my room door, and closed the door behind him. His eyes scan my whole room before they landed on me, I watched his eyes rack over my body, I had on a wrap my parents had brought back for me from my home country. My legs were exposed as well as my underwear, I sat up and smiled at him gesturing for him to sit on the chair near my bed.

“I totally forgot you were coming, you were supposed to be here two hours ago but can’t blame you if you were busy.” I said softly, he sat down and gave me a soft smile. I looked over him and saw a new bruise forming on his collar, as well as a busted lip. I reached over into my side table drawer and pulled out a first aid kit, he looked a little confused as I walked over to him.

“You have a bruise and a cut. I’m not going to let you get an infection, you don’t have to tell me how you got them but let me at least help you clean up.” I explained, but he didn’t say anything. I sat on his lap and pulled out a cotton ball, pouring some antiseptic on it. I gently applied it to his lip and he hissed at the burning, I whisper sorry and kept cleaning the cut. His hands found their way to my waist and didn’t wander after that, they had a firm grip on me as if I would disappear any second. I moved his shirt slightly to get a better look but he flinched and leaned back before I could see anything.

“As long as you’re not bleeding you don’t have to show me, Billy. You don’t have to share everything with me, if you’re not comfortable then I’ll leave you alone.” I emphasized, he nodded and I got up. I put my kit away and took out the snacks I bought earlier, I tossed him the bag and he took out a bag of chips.

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Could we work? pt 8

»»————- 🪢 ————-««

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?

Warning: Cussing, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.

A/n: I will be posting a part Five to this, Please be sure to leave me some feedback, a follow and a reblog.  But please enjoy. Please be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part!  Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES!!!

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3| Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6| Pt.7 | Pt.9

Word count: 625

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“So you didn’t invite me here to hook up?” He asked, I laughed so hard. He looked a little confused and leaned back in realization, I laughed so hard I had tears coming out of my eyes. 

“It's not funny” He insisted, I calmed down taking a deep breath and smiling at him.

“Babes, I’m a virgin. I plan to keep my v-card until I meet my mister right. No offense, I’m sure there a plenty of other girls who would ride you like a pole. But I am not one of them, you may have a pretty face but it's going to take more for me” I responded, he looked a little taken back and chuckled.

“Come on don’t be like that. I’ll tell you what, you can stay the night. Just don’t try anything slick” I said, he laughed and pulled off his jacket. 

“Okay, since you offered. But come honestly, would you date me?” He inquired of me, I was quiet for a minute.

“I mean I-“ I cut him off 

“Yeah, but you never asked me on a date. My Idea of dating may be a lot more tied down than yours, I want my boyfriend to be all about me, and untouchable by other girls. He should be able to talk to me about anything that he’s going through, I want them to know, I’ll fight for them. As long as they’re only Mine” I responded, he raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Then will you go on a date with me tomorrow evening?” He questioned, I thought about it for a second and I acted forlorn like I was going to reject him.

“Well Billy, the thing is sure I’ll go on a date with you.” I announced, his face was showing that he was going through the motions. I chuckled and turned my attention back to the movie on the screen.

“Ok tell me, what do you like to eat?” He implored

“Well, I don’t eat burgers or steak. But everything else is free range, I mostly eat food from my culture though. So surprise me” I answered, he nodded and thought for a bit. He bit his lip in thought before hissing at the pain, I sighed and pulled back out my first aid kit.

“You have to be careful, try not to bite on your lips.” I spoke as I walked over to him. I sat back on his lap and started to reapply the antiseptic to his lip, his hands were back to holding my waist. 

“You really didn’t invite me here to hook up?” He asked again, I rolled my eyes and look him in the eyes.

“Billy Hargrove, I did not invite you here to hook up.” I assured him, his eyes raking over my body and back up to meet mine.

“Ok, well most of the time girls just want to use me. They like the way I make their legs shake” He voiced, I laughed and he rolled his eyes.

“Billy, by what I’m feeling under my thigh. I don’t doubt what you’re telling me, but I don’t want to use you. I think that you can be a genuine gentleman when you want to be, you have shown me nothing but kindness and gentleness so far. Even though I’ve seen how you can be very mean and rough to other people, I don’t want to use you. I want you to be able to feel comfortable with me, to talk with me, I’m not here to judge you or to make you feel as if you’re any less of a person.” I affirmed, he seemed quite taken aback. I stood up putting my kit away again and laid down in bed.

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Hear me out, I can either post part 9of Could we work? today or tomorrow. OR I could post a part 2 to the Micheal Langdon request. Tell me in the comments

Also letting you all know I’m taking requests again!! But take heed of my username. I wrote it but never watched it.

I will do:

Michael Langdon

Peter Parker

Billy Hargrove

Jack Harlow

Five Hargreaves ( noting nasty, most I’ll right for him is something that a teen would say)

Ben hargreeves

Xavier plympton

Evan peters

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

And I’ll add more when I think of them. But let me know which chapter I should post. And maybe make a request.