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Spooktober Prompts Masterlist 2020

#580: You never know how many people actually live near you until you’re in a zombie apocalypse and you have to go through them all. {Submitted by: this-victoria-has-no-secret}

#581: A family moves into a new town. But something doesn’t seem right about the residents.

#582: A group of university students decide to start a coven, because they like the aesthetic.

#583: “You’re smiling and I’m scared to find out why.”

#584: Waking up in your dark bedroom is nothing out of the ordinary. Finding the door and the windows all boarded up definitely is.

#585: The nation celebrates the video interviews of the first crew on Mars. But suddenly all the astronauts are found dead - on earth.

#586: People in a small town are getting phone calls from their dead loved ones, that are becoming increasingly more desperate.

#587: It’s all fun and games until the Ouija board starts calling you out.

#588: In all of her years, she had seen famine, war, a slew of various horrors that the human mind could never pretend to comprehend- and somehow, the figure that stood before her, that figure the ghost of someone she’d once known, was the most terrifying thing she’d ever seen. {Submitted by: x-sinnamonqueen-x}

#589: “You said you were an angel!” “Oh, I was. I must have forgotten to tell you about the ‘fallen’ part.”

#590: A widowed woman is playing the piano alone in her house, but when she finishes she can hear clapping. {Submitted by: howlingwolve}

#591: Her head was tilted to the side a hair too much, eyes a sliver too large, and her teeth pearl white. “Tilt your head to the right a little? Yes- and if you close your mouth you almost look human.” “Ah, how helpful.” The Fae smiled with closed lips. “A perfect mimicry is so hard to achieve.” {Submitted by: antique-rain}

#592:  A young girl goes missing. Her parents find a doll in her bed that has a frightening resemblance to their daughter.

#593: After waking up from a coma due to suffering injuries from a car accident a woman asks for her brother. But not even her parents seem to remember him ever existing.

#594:  But now I look upon a field with bodies stretched out and I feel nothing.

#595: A stranger comes into town and it’s like a powerful spell was cast. Men and women alike can’t help but fall in love with them. Every adult in town is affected and soon a ruthless fight for the stranger’s affection begins.

#596: You have always heard stories of an unnatural being that transforms into anything or anyone. But everybody always tells you it’s just an urban legend. Until one fateful day, when you’re reading about that urban legend, it suddenly appears in front of you. {Submitted by: mythicalphoenix14}

#597: “How did you never notice that there was a gateway to the underworld in your closet?!” “Easy, I never go in there long enough to hear the screams of agony.” {Submitted by: welcome-tothe-mystery-shack}

#598: An object found in a pawn shop or on the road is calling to your character. What does it do? Do they buy/take it? If not, does it show up in their path again? {Submission by: systemfailure99}

#599: Teenagers find a shipwreck on the ground of a small lake with no access to the sea.

#600: “What do you do when a ghost has a crush on you? Asking for a friend.”

#601: When all the stars in the night sky become swallowed by clouds, beware: your head may be sucked into a black hole as you sleep.{Submission by: amarantine-amirite}

#602: In the deepest dark of night, a woman waits for her demon lover. {Submitted by: feralshinycat}

#603: “Out of the all the demon’s I’ve exorcised… Why won’t you budge?” “‘Cause I’m not a demon, Father. I’m a God.“ {Submitted by: kyuhyun-kei}

#604: Imagine hurrying over a cemetery at the darkest hour of the night and almost stumbling over a fallen head stone. You look up and realise that all graves look as if monsters have teared them open. And suddenly ice-cold fingers claw at your feet and start pulling. {Submitted by: ouilah}

#605: This had a body count now and they couldn’t ignore it any longer.

#606: Your character wakes up in a “haunted house” only to realize that the house is alive. It mistakes your character for its original owner and traps them inside, promising to keep them safe and to never let them go ever again. {Submitted by: funstorytimestudios}

#607: You’re sitting at breakfast reading the newspaper, when you come across an obituary - the date of death is not in the past but the following day. And the deceased is sitting right next to you, eating their breakfast.

#608: A normal class reunion wasn’t supposed to take place at a funeral.

#609: A group of friends decide to watch a horror movie together. At first they are excited that the movie was filmed like a livestream. Makes it look more real. That is until they suddenly recognize their house in the video - and see their own silhouettes in the window.

#610: You’re a student who has to interview a frontliner for an assignment. You contact the person and ask if you could interview them. They say yes. It’s days before the deadline, and after a few practice runs via calling with the person themself, one of your classmates ask who you are interviewing. Your classmate is bewildered because, the person you were going to interview died years ago. {Submitted by: error-snow}

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Who I write about:

Steve Harrington.

Billy Hargrove.

Eddie Munson.

Jonathan Byers.

Robin Buckley.

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Too soon to lose my baby •B.H•

Eddie was alway quick to start drama between you and Billy in hopes that one day you'd be his.

You were in bed with your lovely boyfriend. You looked at the time and saw that it was seven thirty. You were a little confused on why you were up early but you decided to take advantage of it. You threw on one of Billy’s t-shirts and shorts, the sorts being covered by the t-shirtThere were things that you wanted to get done before Billy woke up. You cleaned the living room and the kitchen. You even organized all of yours and Billy’s vinyls, putting them in alphabetical order in the cases you had for them. 

You were just starting on breakfast when you heard the doorbell ring. You walked over to the door and answered it. 

“Hello wh-.. Oh it's you, Munson.” You grumbled. This man wouldn’t leave you alone. He was convinced that Billy was a terrible person for you and the only way you'd ever be happy in life was to be with him. 

Eddie looked you over and whistled at your outfit. “Is this how you greet everyone that knocks on your door? No wonder why Billy called you that.” 

You rolled your eyes. “What are you talking about?” You opened the door a little more and crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Oh you mean you didn't hear?” Eddie said sarcastically, “Your little boyfriend has been going around telling everyone that you're a little slut.” He smirked at your expression. Your heart rate started to pick up. You didn’t know why but part of you believed Eddie.

“Where did you hear this from?" You asked softly. You were never good at hiding your emotions and everyone knew it. 

“Stevie told me. He heard him say it in the locker room after basketball practice. I’m surprised that you didn’t know or even notice the way people stare at you when you walk down that hall. The whispers of people when you pass them.” He said, stepping closer. It was all making sense now.  You semi noticed people staring at you but you just thought it was because you were dating Billy. But, now that you think of it, that doesn’t make sense. You and Billy have been dating for 6 months already. A single tear fell from your eyes.

“Aww don’t cry angel, You should have expected this from him. I mean, he is Billy Hargrove after all.” Eddie was rubbing your shoulder. You felt stupid for believing him but he just sounded so convincing. You were too busy thinking that you didn’t hear Billy walk up behind you. 

“What the fuck is going on?” He said in a stern voice. Eddie placed his hand that was rubbing our shoulder back into his pocket. “Why are you here Munson? Don’t you have some nerd club to attend to?” Billy stepped closer to Eddie. 

“I was just in the neighborhood and I decided to pay y/n a visit.” Eddie said nervously. He was scared that Billy was going to see you crying and beat the shit of him. 

“It’s 8:30. Kind of a weird time to visit someone, no?” Billy questioned him. Eddie was speechless. He nervously laughed and tried to think of an excuse. You let a sob out on accident, catching the attention of both men. Billy looked at Eddie and tightened his jaw. 

“Munson.. What did you-” Before Billy could finish, Eddie ran down the street. Billy didn’t have a shirt or shoes on, so there was no way he was going to run after him. Besides, he had something more important to attend to. Billy closed the front door and hugged you. 

“What happened baby? Did he hurt you?” Billy has genuine concern in his voice. He hated to see his girl upset, especially when he didn’t know why. 

“H-He told m-me Billy.” You choked out between sobs.

“Told you what?” Billy has a hint of annoyance in his voice. You couldn’t tell if it was you or the situation. 

“Wh-what yo-you told ev-eryone.” You were uncontrollably crying. The idea that Billy, the man that you loved the most, the one that knew all your secrets, was going around your small town school telling people that you were a slut, hurt you so bad you couldn’t even put it into words. “Why di-did you t-tell people that?” You looked him in his eyes. Billy’s heart sank at the sight of you. 

“Baby, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I need more context.” Billy spoke so softly. 

“Y-you t-told ev-everyone th-that I was a s-slut! How c-could y-you!” You yelled at him. You were so upset with him. It felt like your whole world was falling apart. Billy was your safe place. He always made you feel safe and at home, and now that was being taken away. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He started off quiet but got louder towards the end of his sentence. He walked away from you, throwing his hand in the air. He went over to the kitchen counter and slammed his fist down and screamed. This makes you flinch and you start to shake. You’ve seen Billy angry but never this angry. 

“Why the fuck is he telling you this?” He asked no one. “I swear if I find out that he is going around school telling people this..” Billy was starting to get pissed. He walked back over to your trembling body and hugged you tightly. 

“You know me better than this y/n. I would never say anything like that about you at all. Let alone tell Munson.” He said plainly, with anger still in his voice. You were hyperventilating at this point. You were trying to calm yourself down the best you could. 

“Hey, princess, you're okay. Breathe with me, oaky’ Billy said as he bent down so you guys were face to face. “1..2..3..” Billy breathed in and you tried your hardest to copy him. He breathed out and onto your face. You both did this a few more times until you were calm. 

“I’m sorry” You whisper as Billy hugged you. 

“Why are you sorry?” Billy pulled away from the hug and looked at you.

“ For believing him.. He just sounded so .. convincing.” You said even quieter. Billy whipped your tears that were still falling. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong. He’s an asshole. He’s in the wrong.” Billy gave your forehead a kiss. “Why don’t we just watch a movie? Let’s try and forget about this for a little bit.” Billy said as he took your hand into his and walked , practically dragging you, into the living room. You sat down on the couch as Billy looked through the movies. “What about this one?” Billy asked, holding up Nightmare on Elm Street. You nodded and he put it in the vhs player. He grabbed the remote and placed it on the table, walking into the bedroom to retrieve the tie- blanket you and him made a few months back. You smiled as you saw him come into the room with it. He plopped down on the couch next to you and you cuddled into his side. Billy smiled and kissed the top of your head. He pressed play and the movie started. 

This is how you spent the rest of the day. Relaxing on the couch with Billy, watching stupid movies while Billy thought of a plan on how he was going to get back at Munson.

Movie Night

You woke up with anxiety and wanting nothing more than your boyfriend, Billy’s, attention. you turned over to his side of the bed and saw it was empty. you frowned and laid on your back for a little bit before getting out of the bed to take a shower. you grabbed one of Billy’s van halen shirts, a pair of you jeans and your white waffle knit long sleeve shirt and headed out of the room. you placed your stuff in the bathroom and decided to see if Billy was still home. you looked out the kitchen windows and saw that his car was gone. meaning he was off with his friends and wouldn’t be back until later on. You were kind of annoyed, seeming that you had a day  planned for the both of you and Billy knew about it. 

You got out of the shower and started to dry your hair when you heard the phone ring. You quickly put on your robe and answered the phone. 

“Hello?”

“Hey Princess,” Billy's voice rang through the phone. You didn’t know what was wrong with you today but the sound of his voice made you tear up a bit. “Are you busy?” You forced yourself to swallow the lump in your throat before answering. 

“I just got out of the shower. Why?” You asked softly. Billy paused for a moment before sighing. 

“I was going to see if you wanted to go to Harrington’s for a movie day with me? I’m already at his house.” Billy finally gave you an answer to the next question you were going to ask. 

“Sure. I'll be over once I’m done!” You said semi- excitedly. This confused Billy as he knew that you loved having an excuse to watch movies and hangout with your friends. 

“Is everything okay? Do you need me to come there?” Billy asked in a low concerned tone. You knew people must have been around and Billy didn’t want them to know  that he cared. 

“No. I’m fine. Ill see you in a bit.” Billy knew when you said that you were fine that you were lying. You only ever said that when you  were having a really bad day. Billy didn’t want to hog the phone so you guys said your goodbyes and you continued to get ready. You looked at your outfit one for time before deciding to change out the Van Halen shirt for a white Aerosmith one. The white on white looked a lot better than the white on black. You slipped on your converse and grabbed your keys. You had just closed and locked it when you heard someone call your name.  You looked down the driveway and saw Robin. You smiled and waved at her. You jogged down your porch steps to her. You guys chatted for a little bit before you guys decided to ride to Steve’s together.  You were still on edge when you got to Steve’s. You hoped that seeing Billy and getting a hug from him would settle some of your nerves. 

Once you and RObin got inside, your anxiety got worse. There weren't a lot of cars in Steve’s driveway so when you got in and saw people that you didn’t know, you were even more on edge. Steve made his way over to you  to say hello as he hadn’t seen you in a few weeks. You were too anxious to really understand what he was saying but you remember him saying sorry for not telling you who was going to be there. Billy finally made his way over to you and excused you both, Billy leading you outside,

“I’m sorry babe. I tried to call but you had already left. I can make up some excuse if you want to leave. I would totally understand.” Billy explained as he wrapped you in a hug. You told him that you were fine and that realistically it was only three people you didn’t know, so it could be a lot worse. You and Billy went back in and took your place on the couch next to Robin. Steve and Eddie were sitting in their normal chairs and the three new people made themselves comfortable on the floor. You laid your head on Billy's shoulder and he wrapped his arm around your waist. Steve started the movie. The first one that you watched was ‘Friday the 13th’. After that, it was stupid horror movies that Family Video had. A few three movies, Steve decided that it was a good time to take a little bit of a break. Billy got up to  go to the bathroom and Eddie turned towards you. Steve and thre three random people left the room. 

“Eddie, DO you know who they are?” you whispered to him. He turned more in his chair to face you. 

“The one with the blonde hair is Jason Carver. I have no clue who the other two are. Do you, Robin.” Robin turned to looked at them and shrugged. 

“I have never seen them.” She said as she turned back to you. Billy came put of the bathroom and made is way over to you. 

“Billy, do you know who the guys are over there?” you asked, gesturing over to the guys with Steve. “The blonde one is Jason Carver,” He placed a cigarette in his mouth,”I think that one with red curly hair is Drew Parker and the dark haired one is Jimmy Myers. We used to play basketball with them.” Billy said, lighting his cigarette and quickly making his way outside. You wanted to follow him but you anxiety wouldn’t let you, mostly because Billy had to push past the group of guys. You went back to talking to Eddie about how Dustin and the other kids were doing and how his club was going. 

“Okay guys,” Stev started, walking into the living room. “We have two more movies to watch.” He sat down in his chair. You kept looking at the door for Billy. The movie was just starting as he walked in. 

“You okay?”He whispered in your ear. You nodded your head and cuddled into his side. At some point, you fell asleep during the crappy horror movie that was playing. Billy nudged you awake after the second movie was over. “Ready to leave?” Billy asked. 

“Yeah. You said quietly. Billy rubbed your back and stood up. He held out his hand and waited for you to take it, which you gladly did. You and Billy said your goodbyes to everyone before splitting up and taking your cars home. You drive Robin back to her house and then met Billy at your shared house.  Once you made it inside, Billy gave you a hug and kissed you deeply, something that he wanted to do since he saw you at Steve’s.  He pulled away and smiled at you. You guys spent the rest of the night in bed, Billy watching TV while you slept.

Don't Know Where You Are Right Now

“I fucking hate you.” Billy’s words played in your head over and over again. You and him had a pretty bad fight a few weeks ago and you still weren’t speaking. You stopped going to school as it just took too much out of you. Even getting out of bed to shower seemed like a giant project. Your friends, robin and Eddie, were concerned as it wasn’t like you to not show up  to school. Your brother, Steve, wanted to kill Billy for  making you feel like this. 

Eddie would come by every once in a while with a stack of movies for you in hopes that it would take your mind off of Billy. It sometimes works but most of the Movies that Eddie would bring over were movies that you and Billy watched together.  Steve would go through the movies with you and he would sometimes watch them with you. He was the best older brother you could have. When Robin would stop by, you’d bug her about Billy and ask her if he seemed upset or anything. Her answer was always the same.  She would always say that he just seemed angry all the time. 

“Are you still going to go to winter formal?” Robin asked as she sat in your vanity chair. You had spent all this money and a dress that Billy liked and you even got the tickets for the two of you to go. Billy put up a fight at first but he eventually gave in. He even went as far as getting a shirt to match you. 

“I don’t know. I don’t think I can handle seeing him.” You said, looking at the dress that was hanging up on the outside of your closet door. 

“Don’t let him hold you back. You were so excited to go. Please?” Robin was practically begging you to go. You eventually gave in. The dance was on Friday meaning you had to go to school this week. You had no idea how you were going to do it. 

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You got through the majority of the week without seeing Billy. You were running late to school one day and you were too focused on making sure that you made it to Mrs. Gilbert’s english class that you didn’t even notice that you had parked right next to Billy.

Billy noticed though. He got out of his car and watched you rush into the school. He wanted so badly to stop you and beg you to take him back but he wasn’t sure on how you would react. He felt like his window of time to make up with you had passed. He felt lost all the time. He was missing his better half, the half that kept his anger in check,  the half that would sit up with him at night after Neil and him fought, the half that made everywhere feel like home. Billy tried all week to get your attention but you just kept your head down and ignored everyone. 

After school, you walked out to your car. You looked up the hill that your car was parked on and stopped in your tracks. Billy was leaning up against his car waiting for Max. You stood there and just looked at him for a minute. He looked so unfazed. You felt like you meant nothing to him, that everything you guys went through or helped each other with didn’t mean anything. You missed the times that Billy would be standing there waiting for you. How his whole face would light up once he saw you make your way up the hill to him. How he would hug you and kiss your forehead. You missed him so much.  You pushed yourself to go up the rest of the hill and told yourself that you were going to make up with him. Maybe he was just mad and didn’t actually hate you after all. You were a few feet away from Billy when Max reached the car. You and Billy made eye contact for a few minutes before he got in his car. You sighed and walked over towards yours. You heard Max ask Billy why he didn;t just talk to you but Billy just turned his music up and sped off. You sat in your car for a few minutes before driving home. 

You decided that missing Billy by a few minutes was a sign to not go to the dance. You called Robin and told her that you were ready to be around all of those people right now. You know that you couldn’t handle seeing Billy with someone else.  You gave your tickets to Lucas who took Max. You missed her. Max and you were pretty close and it hurt knowing that you might not be able to talk to her again. That night you sat in your room and watched ‘Can’t Buy Me Love’ for the millionth time. This was the only movie you were safe to watch as Billy never wanted to see it with you. You were watching Ronald Miller get humiliated at a New Years Eve party by  Cindy Mancini  when you heard someone knock on the door downstairs. You rolled your eyes and got up to answer the door. You opened it to see the blue eyes of Billy Hargrove. You froze. 

“Hey princess. Can I come in?” He asked and smiled slightly. You just stared at him, unsure of what to say or do. Eventually you moved to the side and let him in. You guys sat on your couch in the quite living room. Your parents were out and Steve had to work late. You wanted to speak but you kept remembering what Billy had said to you the last time you guys spoke. You have never seen him that angry or heard him ever say that he hated someone. “So..” Billy started. You were nervously playing with your hands. You didn’t know how this was going to go. 

“Billy..I-”

“Hear me out. I love you more than anything in this world. I let my anger get the best of me most of the time and I was completely out of line by saying that I hated you. It’s so far from the truth. I know that there is almost nothing that I can do to fix that and I feel horrible about it. It hurts to know that I'm the reason you’re not at school and home here, “ He gestured to your living room, “When you could be having the time of your life with Robin and Eddie.” He paused for a minute. You looked up at him and saw a tear forming in his eye. 

“Billy..it’s not your fault.” You hated to see him upset. You wish you could go back in time and fix everything. “I just wish you had said this earlier.” You spoke softly. Billy pulled himself together so he can prepare for when you start crying. 

“I was going to but I thought you’d never want to hear from me again.” He was looking right into your eyes. 

“You know I never not want to hear from you.” You chuckled, causing Billy to smile. “These past few weeks have been hell. I missed you so much.” You paused for a minute trying to swallow the lump in your throat and failing. You opened your mouth to continue talking and that's when the floodgates opened. You looked down at your hands that were playing with the hem Billy’s short that he had left at your house trying to collect yourself again. 

“I missed you too. More than you would ever know.” Billy said, moving closer to you. He pulled you into his chest and you were engulfed in the similar smell of cigarettes and musky vanilla. You just sat there like that enjoying the smell that you missed so much. Billy ran his finger though your hair as he knew this would normally calm you down. You choked out a sob which startled Billy as he thought you were calming down. He grabbed the side of your face making you look at him. “Hey everything is okay. We’re fine.”He spoke softly. He wiped a few tears that were falling and pulled you in for a hug. All the emotions you’ve been keeping in for the past week just came out at once. You and Billy sat in silence for a little bit until you were calm. Eventually, you guys made it up to your room and laid on the bed. You guys cuddle and you eventually fell asleep listening to his heartbeat. You were happy to finally have Billy back in your life. He made everything feel safe.

Heyyyyy

Not that anyone cares butttt sorry I haven’t been posting :( there had been so many things happening in my life. I got accepted into the only mortuary school in New England. I quit my job and start a new one at a funeral home in August. Soo, while I have time I’m going to try and push out some of the things I’ve been working on.

i'm going to daydream about this for a while now

Sub!Billy x Dom!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Good boy kink / praise kink, sub Billy, oral (Fem receiving), riding, face riding, breast play, aftercare, sex, swearing, hair pulling, first time dom!Reader, mummy kink without using the word mummy

{P.S I take requests on certain characters! If you have one comment it on my pinned post}

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The party had ended over an hour ago. Almost everyone had gone home. The few people who had stayed were either waiting for lifts home or discussing where they could go next. You tried to clean up some of the mess in the kitchen so there would be less to do in the morning.

Turning around you jumped. Billy Hargrove was shaking the cans of beer you collected to see if any of them were empty. He was clearly a little drunk from the way he swayed and the redness to his face. "Billy?" You said as you took the empty can he was holding.

“(Y/N)” Billy said eagerly and smiled sweetly at you. “Hi.”

“Are you okay? Do you need me to ask somebody to drive you home?” You asked. He frowned and shook his head.

“I’m okay, I just need another drink.” Billy mumbled.

“You need something to sober up or your going to be sick.” You said to him. He shook his head, bouncing the curls around his face as he did.

“No. I’m never sick.” Billy insisted as you went to the fridge to find him something to eat.

"You were sick three weeks ago! You drank almost two kegs in a row." You insisted. Billy scrunched up his nose and shook his head. You laughed and relented which made him smile again as you agreed with him. As you looked for something to line his stomach you handed him food from the fridge. It wasn't until you glanced at him and realised he'd stuffed a whole load of grapes in his mouth that he was eating whatever you handed him. Shutting the fridge you found some plain sugar cookies and got him a pint glass of water.

“Here.” You offered him the drink.

"No thanks. Do you have more beer?" He asked. You frowned at him. The party was over and you wanted as many people who could, to go home. You were certain that he and his friends were the only ones left.

"Sit." You said firmly and pointed to a chair at the kitchen table. He sat obediently. "Drink this. Slowly." You said in the same tone. Again he did as he was told. When he'd finished it you got him a second glass and set the cookies next to him. Telling him to stay there and eat them you left to see who else was still around. To your dismay everyone had gone, leaving Billy alone at your house with no way of getting home. Heading back into the kitchen you found Billy still nibbling at the cookies.

“Hi.” He said, smiling at you again.

"Hi Billy. You know you're a lot easier to deal with when you're buzzed. Who knew you could be such a good boy." You said and he blushed violently and cracked an even bigger smile.

"I'm always a good boy if you ask me to be." He said earnestly. You nodded and made a noise as if you didn't believe him.

"Is there any way you're going to be sober in the next twenty minutes?" You asked him hopefully. You knew he wouldn't be and there wasn't much point asking. He'd be sober in a few hours but you were hoping to go to bed soon. Billy shrugged. Resigning to letting him crash on your sofa you went to the airing cupboard to get some blankets. Billy followed you, still eating a cookie and dropping crumbs everywhere. Insisting that you take his keys from him you had Billy hand them over, making sure he wouldn't be able to drive until he sobered up.

"You know. You're pretty." Billy said.

"Thank you. Here. You can sleep on the sofa for the night. Ok?" You asked. He nodded and sat down taking the blanket from you. He was still in his jeans and jacket, only having the forethought to kick off his boots as he leaned back into the sofa. As you walked away to head to your room and go to bed you heard him say. "You have no idea how many times I've seen you naked in my mind."

Turning you saw Billy leaning over the back of the sofa. If he was a cartoon character he would have had stars and hearts shooting out of his eyes. Nodding slowly you headed to your room, got ready for bed and fell asleep.

You woke up suddenly and looked at your alarm clock. It was two am. You'd been asleep for three hours. There was a rummaging in the room and you turned your bedside light on. "Billy?"

"I need my keys." Billy muttered.

"They're on my bedside table." You muttered and rolled over. Billy searched and you tried to go back to sleep until you felt him gently shake you.

"They're not there." Billy mumbled.

“Did I say you could speak?” You snapped.

“No ma’am.” Billy said quietly.

"Hmm. Maybe I put it on the kitchen counter." You muttered and went to look for it. You came back to find Billy still sitting in the same spot. "I can't find your keys. You might as well stay and we'll find them when I clean up tomorrow."

"But I…" Billy started.

"Billy seriously? What's wrong with staying here?" You complained. You wanted to go back to bed. You knew you were being grumpy and that you should look for the keys again but you really couldn't be asked to do much more than stand next to your bed.

 "Nothing, I just figured you'd want me out of your way." Billy muttered.

"So you woke me up. To get out of my way?" You asked and he nodded sheepishly. With a nod you got back into bed. "If you want to look for your keys, look for them. If you want to wait for the morning that's fine too. Just don't wake me up again or else." You said and pointed a finger at him.

"Or else what?" Billy asked. You sat up and looked at him. He'd turned and was now sitting fully on your bed.

"Or else. I will… tell everyone that you. Like… being called a good boy. It makes you all flushed." You said quickly. He narrowed his eyes and then sucked at his teeth. He grabbed at your ankle and yanked you down the bed until you met in the middle he was looming over your, a hand either side of your head.

"Who told you that?" Billy asked.

"You did. Drunk… Billy did." You said quickly feeling suddenly at a loss of power.

"Can't trust drunk Billy. He's a horny little shit." Billy joked. You smiled and then panicked when Billy leaned in closer. "But you can't tell anyone."

Sighing you reached up and pulled at the curls at the back of Billy's head forcing him to sit up as you stood on your bed. "You're not incharge right now. I am." You said as you let go of his hair and held his face gently between your thumb and your pointer finger. Your heart was pounding. You'd never spoken to anyone like this before, let alone, Billy Hargrove. Billy's pupils were blown wide as he looked up at you, almost panting a little as he sat still. "You can either quietly find your keys and turn out the light and lock up on the way out. Or, you can go to sleep and ask me to help you find them in the morning." Your firm voice trembled but whatever bewitching tone you had used had worked on Billy.

"Can I sleep in here with you? Please?" He asked. The please came out like a whined beg. You nodded slowly.

"Only if you behave yourself. No funny business." You warned. Billy promised and shut off the light. You heard him undressing and frowned at him in the dark.

"I wasn't comfortable." He explained. Having stripped down to his boxers and his socks he got into bed next to you. He fidgeted around until he was comfortable. His breath fanned over the back of your neck and one arm reached out over the pillow above your head. When you tried to get comfortable you realised he was taking up a lot of space. He moved until you were comfortable again and settled down. Which didn't last long as you felt something hard press against your thigh.

“Billy!” You huffed and sat up.

"I'm sorry! Sorry. I couldn't help it. You pulled my hair and you looked me right in the eyes and you, bossed me around. You were… very attractive doing it." Billy said quickly and scooted right over to the edge of the bed.

"I was? You like when people are mean to you?" You asked, confused. Billy sighed and rolled his eyes, slumping back against your pillows, running his hands over his face.

"It's not the mean part! It's not even being mean it's being told what to do but. Safely?" He said as if he'd never thought about it before.

"And that's the good boy thing too?" You asked.

"I hate drunk Billy right now. He's making me have all these deep conversations in the middle of the night." Billy grumbled and sighed.

"We don't have to talk about why. It could just be what it is?" You offered and Billy smiled.

"Sure. So what about you?" He asked.

"What about me?" You answered quickly.

"I've seen you hooking up with people at parties. What is it for you?" Billy asked and rolled over to look at you.

"You have not seen me hooking up with people!" You insisted.

"I so have! You make out with them and then go off together and come back looking like you had some fun. You never pick me though." Billy smiled at you and scoffed.

"It's never very exciting or satisfying." You admitted. Billy smiled and shrugged.

"You could always use me to figure out what you want." Billy let what he said hang in the air and you huffed.

"I don't even know where to start." You said quietly.

"What do you wish was better about your party flings?" Billy asked and folded his arms behind his head.

"They are bad at kissing. They don't go slow enough or fast enough and they, just fuck badly. They're all scared of boobs." You listed off quickly. Billy nodded and tried to look very serious but you could tell he was amused. "Plus the three that tried were so bad at eating pussy."

Billy erupted into laughter. It took a good two minutes for him to gather himself and he was still giggling when he calmed down.

"Hey!" You snapped.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just. I didn't expect you to come right out and be like they're shit at eating me out. That. That must be terrible to be so unsatisfied. You're lucky I happened to move here because I'm actually an expert in that field." Billy said and smiled when you rolled your eyes at him.

"Oh yeah? Is there a school of sex in California?" You asked. Billy nodded.

"Yep. It's called Billy Hargrove's sex school." Billy grinned when you laughed a little. "You never thought about bossing them around like you did with me tonight?"

"I did but they found it too intimidating." You answered.

"Sounds about right." Billy muttered. He sighed and rolled over to look at you. "You have me here all night. We could try some of your vanilla things and see what you like."

"You won't tell anyone about it?" You asked.

"Maybe I'll mention I'm the best fuck of your life and no one will ever be better so everyone should just give up. I wouldn't give them the dirty details." Billy joked. He saw you were serious and nodded. "I will do my best but if someone says you're bad in bed I won't be able to defend your honour."

"Such a shame." You said and he smiled. You paused and huffed out a shaky breath. "What do we do to start?"

"Don't ask me if you're the boss." Billy said quickly.

"Ok. First take your socks off, it's weird that you're wearing socks in bed when it's summer time." You started. Billy frowned at you but obliged, throwing them over onto his jeans on the floor.

You'd felt confident when Billy was talking. But now he was waiting, looking at you curiously and you knew you could say almost anything and he would do it, you felt nervous. "We start with the basics, kissing." You said simply. It felt like the safest place to start and you could just build up. But Billy frowned.

"Where?" He asked.

"In my bed?" You answered slowly and he smiled.

"Where on your body am I kissing?" Billy asked gently. You gave him an embarrassed look and pointed to your lips. He nodded and leaned in, rubbing noses with you. "You're in charge. Just tell me what you want exactly where you want it. Your rules." He smiled when you nodded and kissed you.

The kiss was swift, fleeting and followed by several more. Your hands moved to tangle in his hair as you nipped at his bottom lip. His lips parted and he moaned quietly as you pulled gently at his hair. He submitted to you letting you control the kiss. Tugging at his hair you guided him to kiss your neck.

"Feels good." You whispered. Billy hummed against your neck, nipping a little and then kissing over the soft skin. His hands moved under your pyjama shirt, thick calloused fingers stroking up the soft skin of your back. He let your grip on his hair guide him to kiss over your collar bones. Pulling away only so you could pull off your pyjamas. His lips returned to your neck, kissing his way down to your breasts. You moved the two of you so he could settle between your legs and started to stroke Billy's hair. One of his hands ran over your left breast while he mouthed soft kisses over the right, as his tongue tentatively lavished small gentle licks over your nipple until he took it into his mouth. He suckled softly for a moment before pulling away causing a pleasant sting before he let go and repeated the movement. He moved to the other breast and did the same motion but this time looking up at you through his eye lashes as he suckled. You brushed away the curls that had fallen in his face and hummed satisfactorily.

"You're doing so good Billy. You're making me feel so good." You cooed. He moaned, the sound vibrating in his throat as he dug his fingers into your breast enough to leave a pleasant, tingling sting over your soft skin. He pulled away, swirling his tongue around your nipple before kissing across your chest to the other breast and doing the same. You could feel him between your legs grinding his hips against the mattress trying to find some friction so you pulled gently at his hair, pulling his mouth from you, causing him to whine and moan in defeat. He sat back on his heels between your legs and watched you. You could see his cock hard and straining against his boxers, a small wet patch was visible just below the waist band. Sitting up you let go of his hair, running your fingertips down his neck and his chest, his stomach. His body tensed and writhed under your touch. You reached down and pulled at the waistband of his boxers. Billy hisses as you exposed his cock to the cold air of your room and stroked down the length of it with your fingers and leaned in to press a kiss onto his neck just below his ear. "You have such a pretty cock Billy. So nice and hard for me." You muttered. The gasp that came out of Billy's slack mouth was the filthiest sound you'd heard. It was a desperate whisper of need and it made you hum as if the sound was delicious.

"Fuck" Billy whispered as you kissed his neck and stroked over the head of his cock through his boxers. His hips rutted into your hand as you pumped his cock and made him look you in the eyes.

"You want to fuck me, Billy?" You asked. He nodded eyes heavy with lust, his chest heaving as he tried to stop his head falling back. Your thumb stroked over the tip of his cock again, the wet patch on his boxers larger than it was before letting go and smiling at him as you took in the state you'd put him in.

"Yes." He rasped out in a soft almost whisper.

"You want to cum in me?" You pressed. He nodded his head lazily and you sighed, leaning in close enough that he tried to kiss you but found your hand, his face in your hand. "Good boys use their words Billy."

"I want to come in your pussy please, (Y/N). I'll do anything please!" He begged. You gave him a soft kiss on the lips and smiled when he whimpered into it, leaning into you so you had to steady yourself as you pulled away. Draping your arms over his shoulders you sighed.

"You're going to lay down and watch me touch myself. If you're good I'll let you taste me and if I think you've earned it you can fuck me until you cum. Are you a good enough boy for me?" You said gently. Billy let a dopey smile slide on his face and he nodded.

"I am." He assured you, excitement bubbling in his voice. He let you guide him to lay down on the bed as you gripped his shoulder and pinned him to the mattress, moving to straddle his face and hover over it. When his hands skimmed down your side and squeezed at your ass you pulled away from him.

"No touching until I say." You reminded him quickly. Billy raised his eyebrows, swallowing as he looked up at you.

"Really?" He asked in a whined voice as if he hoped you'd been kidding and you nodded.

"Really. If you question me like that again you're going to sit and watch me get myself off. No fucking or coming for you until I say." Your voice was firm and he let you move to kneel over his face, pinning his forearms in place with your legs. Billy smiled, turning his head to kiss your inner thigh.  "I said no touching! Behave and you can taste." You hissed out as you grabbed at his chin turning his face and stopping the nips and kisses he was leaving on your thigh.

His eyes fell from you to your core as you knelt up just high enough that you could touch yourself without him being able to touch you.

"I'll be good." He promised as you started to circle your fingers over your clit. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each circle your fingers left. Billy was doing his best to stay still underneath you but you could feel the way he tensed and writhed even slightly. His fingers were digging into the pillow beneath his head and when you reached up with one hand to steady yourself against the headboard his eyes flicked over your naked body and then back to your hands. You slide a finger into your wet hole, humming as you pumped into yourself before adding a second. Billy's eyes were wide, pupils blown as he watched, his mouth hanging open just a little as he focused on your hands. The sound of you getting wetter filled the room and you could see Billy's brows furrow as if the fact he wasn't lapping at your pussy bothered him. "Do you want a taste Billy?" You asked, pulling your fingers from your core. He whimpered a little at the sight of your fingers slick with your cum. Obediently he moved his head and opened his mouth, tongue out so you could fuck his mouth with your fingers. He sucked and slurped obscenely and cleaned your slick from your fingers, opening his mouth and begging for more when you pulled your fingers away.

"More! More please. I love the taste of your cum (Y/N)." He whined. You smiled down at him. Ignoring him as he continued to beg you buried three fingers into your core. Moaning loudly as you continued to drive yourself to the edge. You felt Billy's arms tense under you as he mewled and whined that he hadn't gotten another taste.

"You want to taste more of me Billy?" You asked as you let him suck your slick from your fingers again. His eyes fixed on you as you moved to release his legs and lowered your pussy closer to his face. "You can touch me now." Immediately Billy's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you down onto his face as he hungrily licked, lapped and noisily slurped at the slick between your legs. You rocked your hips against his face, your hands pulled and squeezing at your breasts as you felt yourself cumming again. Billy moaned and you felt his arms squeeze around you even tighter as the sound vibrated through your pussy making you gasp.

Billy let you pull away from him after several minutes of riding his face. His eyes were heavy and his chest heaving. Billy's face was glistening with your cum and he grinned at you lazily. His hands trailed down to grasp at his cock as he watched you lay down next to him. His hands slid into his boxers and he paused.

"I need to touch myself." He whispered as a quiet plea.

"You do?" You asked and leaned over to stroke his cheek.

"I need to cum too." He whined as if he was sure you'd forgotten or changed your mind. You smiled and leaned over, kissing him softly.

"Show me." You said and he nodded, pulling his boxers down. His cock fell against his stomach hard and reddish purple. "Touch yourself." You instructed. Billy's hand slid down his body to grip himself firmly in one hand. He pumped his cock as he lifted his hips up to meet his hand. You watched the way his body tensed and his breath ripped and rumbled from his chest. The soft moans and gasps that escaped his soft lips made you wet again. When you saw beads of precum roll onto his hand you leaned over, licking them up, kissing the tip of his dick, teasing him.

"Fuck!" He said loudly as his hips faltered and his hand slowed. Pulling away you smiled admiring the mess he was, sprawling across your bed. Breathless. Sweaty. Needy.

"Come here Billy. You've been so good." You said as you laid down on your side, looking at him. He turned his head to look at you, eyes searching your face, hips still desperately trying to catch the pace of his hand. Beckoning him over he shuffled across the bed, laying on his side facing you.

"I've been good?" He asked needily as you let him closer and he burrowed his head into your neck.

"So good. You made me feel so good. Now I'm going to make you feel good, ok?" You said. He nodded, arms wrapping around you. You shifted yourself, one leg sliding over his hip as you reached between the two of you and grasped his cock. Billy whined against the skin of your neck as you started to pump his cock before lining it with your entrance. Stroking the head against your wet pussy to coat him in your cum. Slowly you guided him to sink into you. His body shook as he bottomed out, feeling you sway your hips to take him deeper. Then you pulled his body close and held him. His arms squeezed around you tightly and when he pulled away he was blinking rapidly. The gentleness relaxing him so much that he felt heavy. Stroking his hair you smiled at him, waiting for him to beg you to fuck him as he revealed in being held inside you. Starting softly, you slowly swayed your hips, fucking him as he clung to you. You stroked down his back and through his hair, kissing his cheeks when he'd tearfully looked up at you before burying his face in your neck again.

"You're so good Billy. You make me feel so good." You hummed.

"More." He muttered greedily.

"More what?" You asked, pulling him away from you.

"More please. Please!" He begged. Obliging you rolled him until you straddled him, guiding him to sit up with you. You rode his cock faster and faster, drawing more soft gasps and moans from him. His fingers dug into your back as you clenched around him while you pulled away and sank back down onto his cock. His eyes rolled and his grip loosened as he slumped back onto the bed, letting you ride the headboard. He arched and squirmed underneath you before breathlessly gasping out. "(Y/N)! I'm going to cum!" In a hoarse, cracked voice.

"It's ok. You can cum. Can you cum for me Billy?" You cooed. His nails dug at your legs as his breath started to claw at his throat. You kept your harsh pace riding Billy as he tensed and cried out underneath you. You could feel hot spurts of cum filling you as you continued to ride him. Billy started to whimper, over-stimulated both by the feeling of you milking his cock as you rode him and by the sight of his cum mixing with yours at the base of his cock. Taking his hand you pressed his finger to your clit, guiding him in circles as you rode him until you came. Billy's cock twitched inside you as you lay down against his chest and looked up at him. As you started to move off him he whimpered and held your hips in place.

"I feel good inside you." He said quietly. With a smile you nodded, moving to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him as he lay under you.

"My pussy makes you feel good Billy?" You asked him and he nodded with a sleepy pout on his face. Sitting up and slowly climbing off Billy he moaned a deep guttural moan at the feeling of you pulling off his semi-hard cock. He whined and huffed when you started to leave the room. You went to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up before heading to the kitchen to get some water. Downing a glass you poured another for Billy taking it, and a towel back from the bathroom to the bedroom. "I need you to sit up for me Billy." You said softly. Pulling him up by his arm. He obediently sat up and drank the drink you gave him, his throat raw and sore. His eyes fell shut a little as he gave you back the empty glass and lay back down, letting you clean him up. When you got back into bed you stroked his hair, fingers untangling knotted curls. He looked over at you and you beckoned him closer, letting him wrap himself around you and bury his face in your chest. His lips brushed against your nipple and he looked up at you with wide pleading eyes as you continued to cuddle him, stroking his hair. You let him lick and suckle at your breasts until he fell asleep, safely content in your arms as you pulled the blanket over the two of you.

Lipstick Stains

Billy Hargrove x Harrington FemReader

Summary: There has been some new gossip floating through Hawkins High. The gossip being that Billy has a lipstick stain that just so happens to match a certain girl's iconic shade.

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You were a Harrington. You had a certain standing that you had to keep cause of the expectations of your parents. One of those expectations were not making out with Billy Hargrove in his car in the back of the school parking lot during lunch. But your parents were never home so you didn't really give a damn.

"Billy we have to go back into the school at some point." You said releasing your lips from his. As you tried to pull back he pulled you in for another quick kiss.

"Oh come on, we don't have to." He smirked to you.

"Listen Mr. Bad Boy, I know you don't like school but I have a test." You said to him. He gave you a small pout at your response to which you just laughed at him. "You also messed up my lipstick." You said as you flipped the visor down to use the mirror to reapply your dark red lipstick.

"That's not the only thing I can mess up." He joked. You just gave him the look, he knew the look. It didn't need a name.

"Well Hargrove I have to get going." You brought yourself close to kiss his neck then up to the apple of his freckled cheeks. You collected you things to go back into the school before the bell. Before you shut the door you look back at Billy to see the two kiss marks that you left on him. You just smiled at him.

"Love ya, see you later." You said then shut the door to go to the school.

Billy continued with his day like usual. Thinking that nothing would go out of the ordinary. He knew he was hot shit so people were staring at him as perusal but he didn't know what they were staring at. In each class he had stares his way, to which he had to tell some off for looking too long.

"Nice job man." Tommy Hagan laughed as he patted his back. Billy was just confused about what he was talking about but he continued as nothing was wrong. The bell rang through the halls to signal that the school day was over. Billy made his way to the doors top the parking lot to leave when he saw a certain Steve Harrington staring him down from his locker.

"You got a problem Harrington?" He asked.

"Yeah, not with you though." Steve replied slamming his locker shut to go find a certain sister of his. Billy didn't know that, he was just confused and thought nothing of it. He finally was able to make it to his Camaro to wait for Max. Students around him were still looking at him. Some girls looking in distaste, not at him but at the kiss marks on his cheeks. Some guys were just laugh in congrats to him. Billy just wanted to get the hell out and get Max home so he can go see his girlfriend. Billy looked over to see a certain red head making her way over to his car.

"Get in shit-bird, I got places to be." He said as he got in the drivers seat while Max got in the passenger seat. She just stared at him, more than she would usually. Which is not at all. Billy glanced at her a few times.

"What?" He asked annoyed with her staring.

"What's on your face?" She asked. Billy was confused until he thought back to lunch. He grabbed his sun visor to look himself in the mirror to see the two kiss marks on him. Just as he thought, one on his cheek and the other on his neck. He just laughed what he was looking at.

"Well that explains a Lot." He sighed starting his car to drive away.

Later that day Billy was able to make it to the Harrington house hold. Instead of parking down the street, he parked in the driveway. Instead of climbing through the window of his girlfriends bedroom, he simply knocked the front door of her house. Which, unfortunately, the other Harrington answered. He and Steve just stared at one another for a moment.

"Hargrove."

"Harrington."

"What are you doing here?"

"I think you know why exactly I'm here, or you don't."

"I do know why you're here." Steve stated sternly.

"Then tell me, why am I here?" Billy gabbed at him with a smirk playing on his face.

"Can you guys stop having a dick measuring contest for once." Your voice was heard in a very much over it tone. "Get out of here Steve."

"But-" You stopped him from continuing.

"Eh, I don't wanna hear any more then I already have. You're being a Buttface." You sassed at him. "Now I would like to talk to my boyfriend."

Steve just rolled his eyes and sighed. Walking away from his enemy and his sister in the same door way. You turn your head back to Billy with a grin on your face.

"So what are you doing here, handsome."

"Well, I am here to see my girlfriend that I have to have a small chat about." His voice going a slight octave lower. Something that you loved.

"And what do you have to chat about?" You stilled teased at him.

"Well I made out with this gorgeous woman at lunch, and after I thought my day would go by like usual. But I had people staring at me all day. I didn't know why until I looked into the mirror to find that the exact pretty girl I was kissing left some marks on me." He explained to you. "Now I am at said pretty girls house to get a reason why she did that."

"Well I think she just wanted to have a bit of fun with you, if you ask me."

"Well as much as I love that, I think I would love to have some fun with her right now."

"Well you'er gonna have to wait on that, handsome." You said." Big Bro ain't to happy with me, I've been getting an ear full for the past hour."

"I can wait." He reassured. "I will always wait for you, gorgeous." You just smiled at him and dragged him into your house.

"Is he staying long?" Steve's distant voice was heard.

"Shut up Steve." You yelled out to him. "Like I said, ear full all day."

You and Billy just laughed at the situation. But at least you both can enjoy each others company in the end.

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I hope y'all enjoyed this. Sorry if it is short. I know I haven't been to active, writing wise, lately. I'm trying to get through school right now.

I will try to get more out for Boots and Trumpets, and Practically Magic later.

Thank you for reading.

The Player and The Cheerleader

Billy Hargrove x Cheerleader Reader

Summary: All Billy thinks cheerleading is that's it's just flips and splits. The view changes when he has a run in with a certain Hawkins High School cheerleader.

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Billy didn't care for anyone by any means. Either it be in Indiana or California. If he doesn't see you as someone worth his time then he didn't talk to you or give you the time of day. One of those groups in specific were cheerleaders. From his point of view they were only pretty girls to look at, that's pretty much how everyone treated the cheerleader at this point. Pretty things to look at.

The cheerleaders sometimes had to share the gym with the basketball team. Which did peeve some the guys on the team but as long as the cheerleaders were pretty they could handle it. But there was one odd ball on the cheer team, the captain. Always mouthing off the players when they got to close to the cheerleaders or a ball got to close to hitting one of them.

"Hey! Shit for brains!" A voice can be heard from then other side of the gym. "I thought the point of the game was to get the ball in the basket?!"

"Jeezu..." Tommy huffed. "Can you seriously be pissed about the same thing every time? It's just a ball." He answered to you. Clearly tired of your constant shouting at the basketball team when a ball would go the wrong way.

"And it's just balls between your legs, and they can just as easily deflate." You sassed back. To Billy, it was almost comical to watch. You with the tough guy act, puffing up your chest to a dude way taller than you with colorful pompoms in each hand on your hips.

"What a bitch..." Tommy huffed again.

"Oh get over it." Billy snapped. "What's captain pompoms gonna do?" He laughed at his own statement. Like said before he found the whole conversation comical-

WHAM!

A basketball went flying right into Billy Hargroves head. He snapped his head around to see the who had the nerve to hit him. His eyes met with captain pompoms. The two had a stare off. That's what it felt like for the rest of practice. The two practically eyeing each other the entire time.

After that stunt was over, after constant staring at one another, Billy had only one reaction in mind. A big one.

The next day followed. Billy knew where he could cut you off and corner you, in-between Mr. Johnson's chemistry class and Mrs. Shoffer's English literature class. It happened fast no one could react to it, actually you doubt anyone saw it happen. What you thought was just another normal day of school turned out to be more than that. A harsh hold took your arm, taking you away from the crowd into the more secluded part of the hall. Where you came face to face with a fuming Billy. His jaw was clenched and eyes held anger.

"What, you think you're real funny for the shit you pulled yesterday?" He interrogated. "Try it again see what fuckin happens..." His threats did not stop. Well his empty threats. As much as you are terrified of what he could do, you knew he'd never act on them. Your brave front was standing strong. Taking in every threat, comment, and remark he could throw at you. To get a reaction, if you were a guy you would have answered with your fists at his first remark. But you are not. You are you. You knew the exact thing that would make him even more angry.

" You are nothing but scuff on the gym floor, and that's all you will be."

Billy did not like that one bit. Who does this bitch think she is? His fist rose into the air, readying to strike. The force came down, you felt the air brush past your face, to only make contact with a metal locker. The sound ricocheted through the hall.

You open up your eyes. Now, again, staring at him. Anger was not held in his eyes anymore. If was fear and sadness, to you it was peculiar expression to see on his face. The actions that just happened finally caught up to you, you inhale deeply not knowing you stopped breathing. Everything caught up to you.

SLAP! Your hand came down, striking Billy Hargrove in the face. Hard enough to leave a mark. Not knowing that one had just been healed from another hand. "What the hell is your problem?" You yelled, agitated. "God, you fuckin creep." You make your way back to your class leaving Billy stunned. He didn't know what to do. He has never had someone react to him like that before. It intrigued him. He had an interest in you now.

After that encounter Billy made it his mission yo agitate you as much as possible. I mean, how else are you supposed to show someone you like them. From poking you with a pencil in class, purposefully missing the hoop so the ball bounces into your direction, anything at all just so you could look at him. He was succeeding and he was royally pissing you off. Until on fateful autumn day, everyone had gone home for the day. Except for the extracurriculars that took place after school. Two of those being basketball and cheer practice. Just as the practices were about to start, Billy took notice that you weren't with the cheer team. Which he thought was odd, but instead he chose to go smoke a cigarette before practice. He made his way to the small alley like way that was outside the gym that lead to the track field. And the sight before him made him stop in his tracks. there you stood cheer practice outfit and all with a lit cigarette hanging from your lip.

"I thought cheerleaders didn't smoke?" Billy joked to you, giving you his famous smirk.

"And I thought shit stayed in toilets, but I guess I was wrong since you're here." You said taking a huff of your cig.

"Damn, always ready with a comeback are you?" Billy said, lighting his cigarette.

"Why are you messing with me Hargrove?"

"Ouch, last name basis now sweets?"

"Shut up." You won't deny it, that dumb nickname that he started calling you grew on you. "Is this because of me smacking you?"

"No."

"Was it me hitting you with a basketball?"

"No." He said blankly again.

"Then what is it?"

Billy took a huff of his cigarette then looked you in your eyes. No hate or anger, something you can only describe as adoration.

"I find you interesting." Was his only answer.

"What?" you were confused by this answer. What was so interesting about you that made Billy intrigued. " Your like curious about me or something?"

"Exactly."

"You know curiosity killed the cat, Hargrove." You sassed.

"And satisfaction brought it back, and I am not satisfied yet so get used to me sweets." He said taking his cig a stomping it out onto the ground walking away.

You grumbled at his response, inhaling the last of your cigarette with blushing cheeks. Stomping out your cigarette then making your way into practice. 'Why does this asswipe make me blush'.

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Weeks of this teasing have gone by. Everyday Billy would find a new way to make you mad, blush, or embarrassed to get a reaction out of you. He claimed "It's because you so cute." Which made you blush even more. Gosh, you couldn't stand half of the guys at this school. Why was Billy the only one making you feel this way?

Truth be told, Billy had seen you around way before he had met you. How you walk down the hall with your head held high, looking away in disgust at the "popular" kids, over all not conforming to what a cheerleader is by Hawkins view point. You fought, yelled, got in people faces. Billy love all of it, it made him excited. Excited to talk to you and ask you questions, even ones you deem are stupid. All he wanted to do was to be around you. Damn, he loved it in a way.

Practice had ended for the day leading off into the weekend. A light rain pour had come down, everyone else had a ride to get them home. Everyone except you, well you did but he was running very late. Billy made his way outside to find you standing in the walk way waiting to be picked up. Cigarette hanging from your mouth.

"What are you doing here?" Billy asked.

"Waiting." You simply put.

"Do you want a ride?" He asked.

"No, I have a ride." You said. "But he's running late."

"What your boyfriend?" Billy said, the words had jealousy behind them.

"No." You sighed. "My brother you dipshit."

"oh..." He sighed. A silence fell between you two. Not uncomfortable, but nice enough for you two to be around each other. But Billy had something building in his stomach, a nervous feeling. He hated it. He needed to tell you something.

"Hey." He called to you, you turn your head to face him. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened."

"What?" You were confused by what he just said.

"I said I'm sorry, did you not hear me?" Billy said, He turned his body to face you. "I said I'm sorry." You just stood there silent. Still taking in the fact he is saying sorry. "I'm sorry that I almost punched you into a locker. I realized I was acting like someone I didn't want to be, and you calling me on my shit. It made me look at you differently. I noticed more about you. How you always make sure the other cheerleaders are okay, how you genuinely care about the people you have around you, and you don't take any shit. And- shit I'm bad at this." He's now embarrassed by everything he just said. Heat rises to his cheeks and ears.

You step toward him, placing your hand on his arm. "I thought you were doing pretty well." You smiled, comforting him in a way. He just looked at you. You never smiled at him directly but now that your smile was intended for him. 'damn' He wants you to smile at him all the time.

"Do you want to go on a date?" He asked straight out. You were shocked by his forwardness, but not entirely surprised.

"You want to go on a date with me?"

"Hell yeah, why wouldn't I?" He made it seem like you were speaking a different language. "Listen one date is all I ask, her if you still think I'm a piece of shit I'll stop everything that I'm doing."

Your smile grew even wider. "I would love to go on a date with you Billy."

"Dang, back on first name basis already? Looks like I'm getting a second date already." He joked to you, in turn caused you to laugh.

For the remainder of your time you and Billy talked till you had been picked up. You both talked about anything and everything. It was pure bliss, you loved every second of it. You both were abruptly interrupted by the honking of your brothers car.mYou said your goodbyes to make your way to the car. The smile that held your face did not drop. I didn't drop on Billy's either, when getting home Max found it incredibly disturbing to see her step brother so giddy.

That following night Billy arrived to your house to take you on your promised date. Which one date turned into another and another and another. Till it reached throughout the whole school that Billy Hargrove and the cheer captain were finally official. With many guys questioning Billy as to why he picked you out of everyone, to which he said if they insulted you again he had no problem with dealing with them himself. Girls just snuffed their noses up to you since you now made Billy officially off the market. Not like you cared, he's your boyfriend now and you have him all to yourself. So you could say everything did work out in the end. You and Billy have each other.

"So I guess we have Tommy to thank since he is the reason we met?" You joked.

"Hell no, I would have went after you even if you didn't hit me with that basket ball." He smirk.

"Jeez, you are something Billy." You smiled, leaning into him to seal your lips in a kiss. Yeah, nothing could beat this.

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Billy’s Girl

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Cheerleader!Reader (reader’s last name is Emmerson; no reason, just cuz)

Warning: Fluff, making out, Billy realizing he’s in love, and Jason Carver being the dick that he is.

Enjoy & let me know what you think! 💙

“Dude look at Emmerson, she looks fucking hot in that cheerleading outfit.”

“Nah man have you seen Chrissy? She looks amazing.”

“Yeah but have you seen that skirt on Emmerson? If she jumps a little higher, I’ll be able to..”

“Finish that fucking sentence Carver, and the only thing you’ll be able to do is drink your lunch through a fucking straw.”

Billy Hargrove turned around from his seat on the bleachers to glare at the boy seated directly behind him, who was objectifying his girlfriend. Now, dont get it twisted. No one loves cat calling more than Billy Hargrove. But now that he’s a taken man things have changed. He only had heart eyes for his girl. Little Ms Emmerson was one of the first people he met in this shitty, bumble fuck town when he first moved here with his fucked up family. She was beautiful, kind, and sweet, the love of his life. She was the light to Billy’s darkness. He promised her and himself that he would protect her at all costs. And he intended to keep that promise.

Jason Carver visibly gulped at Billy’s threat, knowing that the Hargrove boy wasn’t kidding. Billy’s glare deepened and it his nose flared, almost like a bull ready to charge.

“Sorry Hargrove, didn’t see you there. Just meant to say that your girl is gorgeous.” Jason said, attempting to calm the situation.

Calling her gorgeous? Strike two.

“Yeah I know she’s fucking gorgeous Carver, I’ve got eyes. Just keep your fucking eyes on your own girlfriend and shut your fucking mouth,” and with that, Billy turned back around, eyes back on his girl as she practiced with the rest of her team.

As if feeling his gaze on her, she turned and found Billy’s eyes immediately. She smiled wide and blew him a kiss before getting into the next routine formation. Billy pretended to catch the floating kiss and brought it to his heart. One of the girls around her whispered something and Billy watched as his girl smiled and blushed, the girls around her obviously teasing her about her their relationship. Her bright eyes found his again and Billy’s swore that in that moment, he’d never felt a love stronger than that. His heart tightened in his chest and he felt like he could explode with pride.

Practice ended an hour later and Billy found himself outside, leaning on his Camaro and patiently waiting on his girl. With anyone else, Billy would have driven off, angry at having looked like a fool for waiting an hour for someone. But for his girl? Billy would wait until the end of time. The gym doors opened and the sound of a gaggle of girls made its way to Billy’s ears. He looked up, arms crossed in his denim jacket as he waited to spot her, a smirk immediately forming on his lips when he did. She locked eyes with him and said goodbye to her friends, making her way towards him with a huge smile on her face.

“Hey handsome. Thank you for waiting for me,” she said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her nose against his.

“Anything for you. Just don’t make it a habit. I barely wait for Maxine when she’s late,” he teased giving her a genuine smile, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.

“That’s mean, you should wait for her more often. It’s going to get chilly soon,” she gently berated him, her fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. Billy suppressed the shiver he felt coming on, and pulled her closer. She giggled in his arms, pressed so tightly against him, and loving every moment of it.

“I’ll think about it. But I don’t want to think about my little shit head sister right now. I want to think about you in that little uniform of yours,” he whispered against her lips, barely touching. She played along, whispering a reply against his lips as well.

“Oh? And what about my uniform?”

“Just that it’ll look way better on my bedroom floor,” he growled and closed the space between them, pressing his lips hungrily against hers. He swallowed her gasp and slipped his tongue into her mouth as he devoured her. One of his hands slipped down to her behind, using his large palm to give her an impromptu squeeze. She squealed into the kiss and Billy laughed against her lips. When they broke apart, they were both panting.

“Woah, where did that come from?” She asked breathlessly. Billy grinned and nuzzled his nose against her again.

“What, can’t a guy show his girl just how much he’s missed her?” She smiled back at him and pulled him into a sweet embrace.

What she didn’t see, however, was Jason Carver’s car behind her as she and Billy were making out.

What’s she also didn’t see, was that while Billy was hugging her, he was sporting the biggest shit eating grin; his arm around his girl’s waist and middle finger up at Jason as he drove by, a scowl on his face.

I am so sorry for that, anyways I love you and I hope you're doing well!💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

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thank you so so much for all the requests, they’re lovely, ive been wanting to write billy fix it fics for a while!! sorry if they take a while to come out but thank youuu!!! 🫶🫶🫶

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hi honey!!! btw i absolutely love ur work so omg hi!!

im doing great! my summers been really nice, seen a lot of distant family like cousins and uncles who live in essex (where my familys from originally) so seeing them has been great1 and also been earning some money by dogsitting, but hopefully will be back to writing soon! who knows, maybe a few will be out today ;))

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22“You’re a mess; have you been crying?” and 23“I can tell you’ve been crying.”

billy comforts the reader who is dealing with school stress, maybe even first year of college stress when reader comes back home

(1.0k words) gif is not mine!

You slam the door of your car shut, a quiet sniffle follows the sharp bang of the door. Your recent days had been riddled with bad sleep, road rage and awful gas station food as you made the journey across the country back to Hawkins. You had recently gone away for college, and as the first year came to a grinding halt, it seemed so did your state of mind. You just couldn’t seem to catch a break.

The car jolts again to a sharp stop, slight smoke coming from the hood; “Are you fucking kidding me?! Not again, for Christ’s sake!” This being the second time your car had broken down this journey, clearly, you weren’t in the mood for this. “Such fucking- such bullshit, I swear-” you mumble inaudibly. You lift your head up at the slight smell of diesel, a gas station a couple hundred yards away. “Thank fuck!” you throw your hands up, lock your car and dig your hands in your denim jean pockets, in search of just a few coins. Surely they had to have a payphone, or you could pay to use the phone in the station at the very least. You jog ever so slightly, the payphone just in your eyeline. $1.00 for 4 minutes; you look in your hand, you only have 25 cents in change. Why, oh why did you have to leave your stupid wallet in the car? 

You punch in the numbers you may as well have tattooed on you, as you know them completely off by heart now. It rings. And rings, and rings. Until it goes to voicemail. “Fuck!” You slam the phone back down on the receiver, kicking the wall behind it. Warm tears are now rolling down your face uncontrollably, and you cover your face in embarrassment. 

“Y/N?” a voice calls from behind you. You whip your head around to the figure standing there. The pink and yellow of the setting sun shines on his face: Billy. His face is filled with worry, yet surprise. He knew you were making the journey down, that’s why he was at this shitty gas station, to grab some snacks for you and him for the next few days, then to head to Family Video to rent Sixteen Candles for you again (no matter how much he hated that damn film). 

“Sweetheart, what’re you doing here?” he asks, pulling you towards him gently. He doesn’t even have to say anything, his touch and presence is enough to comfort you for a lifetime. You open your mouth to respond, a whimper and the dried tears fail to reassure him. “I-I’m sorry-” you try to murmur out, soft sobs falling from your lips. 

“Oh sweetheart, c’mere.” he pulls you gently to his chest, one hand gently on your head, the other around your waist. Although you try to contain your sobs, you just can’t. Your sobs are muffled by his jacket, his hands kneading your waist lightly to soothe you. “What happened? Where’s your car?” he pulls away, holding your chin with two fingers, looking into your eyes.

You explain what happened, and he again pulls you close, sighing softly into your hair.  “I’m sorry sweetheart, that’s shitty.” You nod in agreement, not wanting to say anything in case your voice fails you again. “How about this? I’ll drive us home after I’ve got us our snacks, we’ll call a guy to take in your car n’ have a look at it, yeah?” his hands falls from your hair to your neck, he pulls away to look at you, waiting for your response. 

“Yeah?” you whisper.

“Yeah, was on my way to Family Video after, I know how much you love that shitty movie. And I know Max wanted to see it with you too.” His words are now muffled again as his cheek is squished against the top of my head. 

“Can we get pizza too? The one with olives n’ stuff.” you ask, giving your best puppy dog eyes. “And it would be nice to see Stevie and Robin again, haven’t seen them in so long.”

He sighs. Him and Steve will never be friends, but they had an unspoken agreement that they would be civil for you. “Yes, fine we can go see Harrington too.” You squeal in excitement, “But! Not all night, they’re not hogging you again.” you fake frown, a small pout forming on your lips, and small giggles erupt from your chest. 

“You know you love themm!” you sing. You know he doesn’t like Steve, but he does like Robin in some strange way. 

“Yeah, Buckley’s okay. She doesn’t talk too much, or steal you from me.” he grins. “So!” he claps his hands. “What snacks are you feeling tonight?” he smiles at you again, gripping your hand as you both walk towards the sliding doors of the convenience store.

“Definitely Pringles. Oh! And Ben & Jerry’s! Brownie’s so good!” you jog towards said area, pulling him along. He grins widely, not that you can see it. Oh, what this man wouldn’t do for you. He listens intently to your childish babble about what flavor of Ben & Jerry’s is best, and although he absolutely disagrees with your options, he would never tell you that. Your erratic chattering is a huge difference to the soft sobs just a few minutes ago. It makes him realize how much he can lift your mood (and he totally won’t brag about that). The juxtaposition of the two scenes that just played out repeat in his head, and he chuckles softly to himself, grabbing your attention. You turn to him, holding two Ben & Jerry’s tubs in both your hands. “What?” you ask, chuckling lightly too.

“I really love you, you know?” he smiles, it’s one of his really genuine smiles that you love. 

“I know!” you sing. You squeal as he grabs your waist to tickle it. Your laugh rings out in the oddly quiet convenience store, and my God, is that the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

you are billy's girlfriend

as usual all found on pinterest please let me know if i should notify someone or just delete them

Imagine waking up next to Billy still sleeping. Run your hand through his hair as he smiles softly

imagine: Billy defended you now you take care of him and his damaged hand

Yall can listen to: X from Lexxe

While you read this, I promise you, this song is so Billy coded. I'm always like 😩

TW: no minors yall shoo, suggestive language, etc, it's spicey but not burning hot spicey yet, part two is coming in a few days, touching, mentioning pet names and fem reader, suggestive gestures but not detailed iykyk

Cause I need more than my imagination

Going to Hawkins was boring as shit, the high school sucked, everyone was so..small towny? People were either extremely religious, judgy, or complete popular kids.

'Like Steve Harrington, guy had girls drolling if not also boys, I mean I get it he's attractive but not like ATTRACTIVE.'

So going to school and seeing no one fitting your type was exhausting, but there was Billy, he came to Hawkins a few years ago, with his Step sister and all.

Really there wasn't much to him at first but then, there was rumors, about him, how he was like in the bedroom. He wasn't very alluring at first, his snarky, flirty personality not really your thing. But when you went to a party, playing Pool and absolutely obliterating the other team, you caught a glimpse of him staring at you as you bend down to hit the white ball against the last colored billiard ball, absolutely missing when a blush slammed itself on your cheeks. Giving the other team the win. Huffing you drop a comment to the other team that was being a sore winner, "I would've won if I hadn't had more to drink dipshits, yall are sober assholes!" You snap at them, groaning as you go get yourself some more heavily alcohol infused punch. It didn't taste good but fuck did it do the job.

You sit down outside by the pool, as you watch a group of guys gather around a beer keg, Billy, as you knew him, is doing the weird drinking over head thing. Staring at the scene unfolding, while sipping your drink, when he was done you watch the way the drink slips down his bare chest, vanishing under his flannel somewhere, when you look back up at his face he was already staring at you, all smug and shit. God you would've been embarrassed but you had so much alcohol you found it incredibly hot. So you smile before walking away. Deciding to leave the party early, you walk down the street, turning around one last time to see him standing on the street watching you go.

That was about a week ago, but the stares didn't stop, you'd catch him staring at you chewing on his toothpick in the hall, the classrooms he was in with you, the cafeteria, parking lot shit even when you passed him on the way to the toilet.

Honestly it was a bit much, you didn't forget what happened, how could you, but now you weren't drunk, you were you. And you avoided all his stares, he was basically undressing you with his eyes, and he didn't try to hide it. He'd lock eyes and lick the toothpick, or he'd adjust his pants, which you weren't sure was just habit because hsi belt seemed annoying to you, or for other reasons.

But you always did you best to avoid his gaze, you'd occupy yourself when he stared at you, opening the book you had no intend to read, or whatever else was closest. And he definitely knew you were just shy, embarrassed and definitely not used to this attention.

The second week you got a bit more confident, you'd hold his gaze a little longer until he would wink at you with his smile, which imidiatly caused you to blush and again, occupy yourself with something else. That's how the second week passed.

Third week he was visibly closer, sitting at the same table, behind you in class, or standing next to your locker. Hell avoiding him was hard, but you tried less and less to avoid him. His eyes still flustered you as did his slowly more suggestive gestures. But you tried so hard to be more comfortable, and slowly it came naturally to stare back at him. Imagining the things he would do to you if you finally had the courage to say more than hi back to him.

Fourth week, he would gently slide his hand over you shoulders as he whispered a sweet hi in your ear, in the crowded hallway. Which he only received a flustered hello or a broken good morning. In class he'd play with your hair, or draw random patterns on your back.

Fifth week, those patterns weren't just random, slowly you made out words, like "pretty today" or "I like those pants" or "smelling good" really it wasn't much but the last Friday that week he wrote "you look incredibly hot today, wonder if it can get even hotter". Which left you a mess all weekend.

Sixth week he sat next to you at the cafeteria, he never really ate, but he got the food you enjoyed and shared it with you, staring at you as you drank the chocolate milk, or took a bite out of the snacks he got. He would feed you if you would talk to him a bit more. You still barely said anything but small talk, that's all he got, he flirted? You shut down and stayed quiet while blushing.

Seventh week, you got a lot more comfortable, one or two flirts back to him a day, that was it, that was all you managed. And it humbled you when you stuttered it out instead of saying it normal. Shit it was real humbling. But he took it all, he basked in it, he chewed his bottom lip when it was a good line or he'd nudge your thigh with his knuckles when he started to lose himself in your eyes.

Eighth week, you finally found yourself in the position of openly flirting, less shy, a lot more bold and profound suggestive. He loved it, he'd laugh, or actually get a slight tint on his freckled covered cheeks. Shit he had the prettiest smile and laugh. In class he now sat next to you and the stares were more obvious, in the last row, no one really noticed. But you wear skirts and the slight cross your legs, moving so the skirt rode up a bit. He couldn't help but smile and grip the table when he looked at you, his eyes traveling up to yours holding them. Getting regularly scolded by the teacher for being all love doves.

Ninth week, you finally let him drive you home, sitting in the passenger seat as he'd blast his favorite music, but keeping it low enough to talk to you, his fingers flickering against your thigh. He'd shift gears and his hand would fall to you leg. Eventually he let his hand rest on your thigh, and you let him it was nice. Gentle, careful, kind of sweet. He never went to far.

Tenth week both of you reached the limit. He had his hand between your thighs when he was driving you home, your hand gripping his wrist and slightly squeezing as he stared ahead at the road.

"Billy" you said over the music,

"Yeah hot stuff?" He asked puffing out the smoke of his Marlboro red.

"Uh..did you ever like, imagine things when you stared at me? Like before we talked..."

He glances at you, a smirk slowly coming to play on his face,

"Yeha but I doubt you can handle it Doll"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's supposed to mean that I don't think you're able to handle my nasty thoughts yet sweets"

"That's bullshit!"

"Oh yeah? You know why I wanted to call you candy cane at first?"

"No?"

"Cause I love to suck on candy cane"

"Uh oh"

"Yeah, so don't worry, I'll eventually call you that too when you let me taste you as well."

"Oh....uh wow okay uhm"

"See? You can't handle it, and Doll, there's more of that waiting to be exposed to your sweet, innocent mind"

You just laugh a bit, the heat in your abdomen settling and your cheeks match it.

Well there was a lot he kept from you so far, the both of you have just started dating and it was obvious he desired you so deeply, but he was nice enough to wait and keep it to himself. Mostly. He'd call you sweet tit's and stuff when you looked very tempting, but he only said that when it was you too.

In school he'd been basically eye fucking you, you definitely didn't miss it. You're not idiotic enough to miss the way he'd lick his lips when he was forced to sit away from you. Or when you guys had PE and he'd purposely wipe his face with the hem of his shirt, and pull yours up when the teacher told the next exercise, to place his hand in the lower part of your back. Keeping it there, letting his finger nails gently scratch your skin.

It flustered you to hell, you'd have to hurry to the changing room to take a cold shower, or the bathroom if it was during class, to catch a break from his need. To be honest you had to sit down sometimes just to stop yourself from getting rid of that annoying wet feeling that he always caused. He didn't even know how bad you had it for him.

The way his hands wrapped around the steering wheel or how he'd lick his lips after puffing out smoke, or the way his cologne clung to your clothes at the end of the day with his cigarette smell. Drove you insane, so when you were at his place that day, you, in his bed room alone, checking his perfumes to see which is the one he always uses. When you found it, you memorize the name and how it looks and spray some on your sleeve.

Playing dumb when he came back with drinks as he smelled the air.

"Did you use my perfum?"

"Uh no that's probably just you"

He wasn't idiotic to miss what you've been doing either, sneaking away when he tempted you, smelling his jacket when he had you wear it, or the way you looked at his hand when he touched you. Or how you flinched in PE when he touched your bare skin. Well whenever he touched you to be honest. He did it on purpose, to see how long you'd last.

(I didn't read over it, but part two will be here soonnnn I'm so excited yall, but also so stressed cause this is the first time sharing spicey writing and basically my thoughts and own fantasies. 😔 Anywayssss enjoy)

PART TWO IS COMING TODAY YALL, the explicit version, but you can skip it, I'll make sure to write the less spicey version for those who don't enjoy this!!!

Part Two of the Billy Hargrove ff (there will be 5 parts btw, 7 with the censored versions 🧏‍♀️the not explicit part will be shorter by a lot cause I'll basically skip the entire smut part and move to the next day)

Warning: if you're a minor shoo or I'll ground you!

Warnings for this part:

Dirty language, kissing, touching, Billy getting off to you, explicit language, smut basically, uhhh just basically a whole bunch of getting worked up, smacking (you'll see) and slight kinks (degrading, etc)🦦. If there's more let me know I think this is all of the stuff in this.

Cause I need more than my imagination

"You didn't use my perfum, are you sure?"

"Yeah it's probably like, I don't know, your shirt that smells a lot of your perfum, maybe the perfum got in the walls already. You always smell like a bottle of it so I wouldn't be surprised."

He chuckled.

"Doll, I see the way you react when I sit closer to you, or when you smell my jacket. Which no offense, I find that desperation to smell me and like me, very hot. But wouldn't want to accuse you of anything"

He set down the drinks walking over to you standing by the bed end.

"You're mistaken, I can't avoid it when you jacket reeks of cigarettes all the time. Also stop smoking it's unhealthy" you reply turning around to pick up his blanket. Turning around and wrapping it around yourself.

"Oh yeah? I reek? How come I see you bite your bottom lip when I smoke?"

"Again, you're mistaken, I'm actually trying not to gag then"

"Hahaha riiiight, you wanna gag for a different reason? Mh?"

"Pass."

"To bad" he replied smugly, sitting down on the bed as you took your drink and a slight awkward silence overtook the room.

"Soo" you start.

"So" he copies you, waiting for you to continue.

"So, your parents home?"

"Nope. Just us sugar tits"

"Haha okay...so what's the plan?"

"I don't know, I could think of something but I doubt you're down for it." He says undoing some of his buttons, opening the flannel his chest now basically all the way exposed. You roll your eyes while the familiar hest rises from your toes to you face.

"Whore" you joke as you grab one of his cds.

"I'd gladly be your personal men whore, if it means I can taste you and hold you. I'm all for it"

"Can we listen to, uh Mötley Crüe, that's how you pronounce it?"

"Sure sugar, put it on" he says getting up and walking behind you, his hand sliding around your waist, the blanket barely doing anything to make the touch less tempting. His lips settle on the back of your neck, as he watches you put the cd in the cd player, your blush smacking you across your face once more. As his hand wraps around you, pushing the blanket open slightly as he slips his hands into it to feel your skin just below your crop top. Another kiss landing on your neck, over your pulse point. A deep inhale erupts from him as his fingers slightly grip into your skin.

Come on and dance starts playing, you totally missed when he skipped the first song to this one. Before you can react you feel him leave a wet kiss on your neck.

"I want you Doll...what do you say, mh? I need to feel you Sugar"

You take in a shaky breath, the air in your lungs burning slightly for some reason. You can taste his lips on your tounge, when you never even kissed..

"Billy..we haven't even kissed yet, like really kissed yet."

"Shit.. if that's something you're up for now, I can work with that...I think kissing you will be more than enough for me to make myself fall asleep tonight." He whispers, his breath hitches, he take a deep breath as he slowly turns you around, trapping you between him and the desk where the music played.

He watched you, your eyes scanning his face slowly, a little flustered as you gathered your guts. Taking his face in your hands gently.

"I..don't know how to do this... well I kissed a guy before but it was like uhm a peck? Was a stupid spin the bottle thing...." You whisper against his lips, barely inches away now.

"Fuck, Doll, I will teach you whatever you don't know yet. Damn....shit I'll teach you whatever you need me to, I'd teach you to ride a bike if you don't know how..that just means I can be a major part of your life, that's all I want.."

"Okay but...if I suck please tell me?" You reply quietly, he just nods furiously, when you look at him and nod your head slightly he gently moves closer. Watching the way your eyes close tightly as you wait. He smiles before he kisses you, just a small peck. Pulling away to see you confused.

"...that's it?"

"No ..I just need a second or I'll lose myself"

You wait as he stares at you, the music the only sound.

"...you all calm and collected again?"

"Yeah"

Was all he said before he grabbed your hips pulling you against him, his lips back on yours. Slowly, you catch the right way of kissing him back, after a few embarrassing tries to move with him. When you finally got the right speed and movements, he groans against your lips. Sucking on your bottom lip, you wrap your arms around his neck way to smoothly, like you've done it multiple times. It just came so naturally.

He nibbles your bottom lip now, pulling away slightly, barely getting his words out before be kisses you again.

"Please, fuck darling open your mouth I need more"

When his lips went back on yours after that hurried sentence, you shivered, his tounge sliding over your lips and before you know it you relax and enjoy the way he slowly deepens the kiss. Almost careful. It didn't last long, before he huffed and full on frenched you. Sucking, moaning, sloppy wet sounds of both teeth and lips slowly mix with the music.

(God I'm dying here, this is more cringe then I expected. The fact I'm writing this to share it here my gosh !!)

His hand groping your waist as he stops himself from touching you inappropriately. He pulls away when he hears you mumble his name.

"Yeah.." *he breaths out licking his lips, staring at yours waiting to feel and taste you again.

You pant slightly, the heat in your abdomen seeping.

"Billy..you can touch me..like" blushing as what you're about to say, "touch me like really"

"You sure?"

"Yeah..."

"How much? Like can I slip under your clothes?" You can't form words again, just nodding.

"Say yes, and I'll touch you however you want me to.."

"Yes..Billy please touch me"

He nods, groaning as his eyes flicker to the floor, hanging his head slightly, taking a deep breath. You just wait playing with his curls.

"Fuck...I'm not usually like this, I swear..uh let's sit down this is awkward"

You chuckle, "from what people say you're definitely never like this"

"Shush"

He pulls you along gently sitting down and pulling you on his lap, his hands slipping under your top, as he looks up at you, sticking out his tounge, which you surprisingly kiss gently, before connecting your tounge to his, moaning as he gripped your waist hard. Deepening the kiss in a hurry, his hands slipping further up your shirt, just under your bra, before one moves back to your hips. Brushing over your ass, before he grips it harshly when you bit his tounge slightly.

He separates from the kiss, trailing kisses down your jaw, to you throat, all the way to the small space between shoulder and collar bone. Billy groans as he accidentally nudged you against the growing solid.

"Fuckkk" was all that hissed into the kisses before he did it again. Shit did it do things to you. You felt yourself pant into his hair, gently gripping it as your head leaned back, giving him more space to suck and kiss.

"Fuck Billy, is this what making out it?"

A deep hum leaves him as he stops, gripping your hips with both hands, grinding you harder.

"S dry humping darling, we moved a bit to deeply into making out. Probably already in the middle stage.."

"Middle stage ?mh..I think I like middle stage" you pant out, your hands resting on his neck, thumbs nudging his jaw to kiss him again.

He moans for the first time. Moving away, leaning his forehead against yours.

"You okay with this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Me and you grinding, possibly me coming in my pants at some point"

You laugh slightly.

"Yeah I'm more than fine with that"

"Good, cause if not I'd need the bathroom real bad"

I smile, tilting my head.

"Yeah? Billy I'm not so innocent, I'd love to watch...you don't need to go out of your way to leave the room for me.."

His eyes flicker over your face, swallowing hard as he adjust.

"You wanna...watch me get off?"

You nod, kissing his neck.

"I'm sure it will help if I'm here no?"

He separates from you, changing positions, a bit to fast too. He had you on the bed on your back as he reached for his belt while he sat between your thighs.

"You sure?"

"Yeah.."

Unbuckling his belt, janking it open, undoing his dark blue jeans, about to pull them a bit down before he leans down, holding your throat gently.

"Open your mouth darling"

You smirk, snorting before you do as he asked. He moves back slightly, groaning as he struggles to move his pants and boxers out of the way, when he finally did, the wet sound was unmistakable. The huff before he stuck out his tounge. Leaning up slightly to close the gap, his moan muffles into you as he moves his hand.

Breaking up the kiss he sits up, moving the hem of his flannel in-between his teeth. Staring at you as he moves his hand over his length over and over. You blush hiding your face slightly because the wet, sickly erotic sound really got to you. Wanting to close your legs but he just pushed them apart again, pushing up your skirt.

"Don't you dare close your legs Doll" he says dropping the flannel, causing it to cover his tip. Groaning he grabs the button up and rips it.

"Billy!"

"What?"

"You're gonna need to find the buttons later! And I'm gonna have to sew it for youu"

"Fuck the buttons, as long as you push mine I'll walk around with an open shirt"

"How come you're so quiet?"

"It's embarrassing. I'd moan or whine"

You roll your eyes, sitting up slightly on your elbows. Rising your eyebrows.

"Billy, you have any idea what it does to me when you moan? You think I won't enjoy every other sound you'll make while jerking off, watching me. Possibly imagining how I'd feel wrapped around you?"

He moans loudly throwing his head back,

"God damn doll you'll make me cum with that talk"

"Oh? You like when I talk like this? Is that how dirty you are? Want me to keep going?"

He nods his head, hooded eyes looking down at you.

"Shit you are a whore for me" you don't miss the way his body shudders.

"Oh my god you're into degrading!?' I mean I knew you were kinky and a sluty guy but my gosh"

"Fuck please don't go there right now. I'm about to burst"

"Oh I'm sure. With the way you're leaking, and the way you're shaking your hips into your hand, like a rutting animal" you purr sitting up, facing him, a husky whine leaving his lips as he feels your hand on the tip of his dick.

You gulp as you feel it, it's warm and wet twitching slightly. God you could do this all the time if it means seeing him like this.

"You're so hot...shit you gonna cum soon?"

"Yeah why"

"I'm so wet- oh oh wow okay"

You giggle as he moans loudly his cum dripping down your palm.

"Shit sorry.. I- I thought I could...fuck...last longer than that.." he mumbles opening his eyes when he didn't receive a answer to see you staring at your hand.

"Fuck wait" you watch him as he gets up in a hurry, breathing heavily as he grabs a shirt to clean your hand.

"Billy?" You say gently as he hums in reply.

"Need some help over here"

"Yeah I know" he hurries turning around taking your hand gently, "you said you'd only watch Darling"

"Yeah well how could I not touch you when you look like the most beautiful statue?"

He laughs slightly, a blush you haven't noticed on his face as he wiped your hand.

"Also..I didn't mean I need help with my hand Bill"

He stares at you, through his sweaty bangs, kneeling infront of you after he cleaned your hands.

(Yall like this but in a caring way, you see the vision?!)

"Yeah? What do you need help with then?"

"Mhhh well" you whisper blushing taking his hands placing them on your thighs. "Think you can figure it out lover boy?"

He smiles, "I don't know if I should take offense to that" his hands traveling up your thighs under your skirt slightly, "or wherever I should get back at you for it"

"How about you get that mouth doing something better than talking?"

"Hah wow aren't you being a bit to commanding now Doll?"

"Mh don't you like it, I thought you'd be into dominant me, since you know, you get off to me calling you names"

Groaning he smacks your thighs about to scold you, when a moan left your lips. Causing his mouth to hang open and yours shutting tightly.

"Fuck Doll, did you like that?" He asks his hand rubbing the spot he smacked, you cover your mouth with your hands nodding hesitantly.

"Damn..."

(Ahahaa part three a continuous of this coming soon, the pop pop part. Gosh I'll kill myself, if people irl find this jeez. Anyhow it's done the not explicit part will be shorter by a lot cause I'll basically skip the entire smut part and move to the next day)

⚘ Brother!Billy Hargrove x f!sister reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— content warnings: Season 3 spoilers, season 4 spoilers, references to death, ANGST(I cried writing this oml)

— word count: 0.8k

Inspired by: Heroes by Peter Gabriel

The world around me felt quiet as I walked away from the car, towards the quiet field. My head for once, was quiet. There were no thoughts of regret, guilt, or even anger for what happened that night at the mall.

The folded piece of paper felt weightless in my hand, though it held the heavy thoughts that have been stuck in my head for months, the months that were spent without him.

I stopped walking when I reached the headstone I dreaded seeing again.

BILLY HARGROVE

MAR 29 1967

JUL 4 1985

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

My heart felt heavy once my eyes read the headstone over, even though I had it memorized since the last time I saw it.

His funeral.

I sat down in front of the neat headstone, swiping a few leaves off the bottom of it. I looked down at the paper in my hand for a few seconds, contemplating whether or not I actually wanted to read it.

A heavy breath left my body before I decided to unfold the paper and read it, besides if death was going to come so soon why not clear my head first.

Dear Billy,

I know that you hated me, since the very day I was born you only saw me as a problem in your life. And for a really long time I felt the same way.

But I realize now that I was wrong, and I'm sorry.

But if someone told me a year ago I would be sitting at you grave and grieving over your death, I would think they were mental. Because why would I mourn you? The only thing you have ever done for is take me to school, hell sometimes you didn't even do that. You would ditch me for some hookup.

But I realize now you did so much more foe me, but I just never thought to notice.

Whenever I would do something that I knew dad would get mad about, you always somehow managed to get into bigger trouble, or start a fight with him. You made sure that I never had to deal with him, or the the things he would do if he found out.

I always thought that I would spend my entire life hating you, but what do I know? I just learned that I may die in less that 24 hours, so I just going to stop assuming I know anything thing anymore.

But the worst part about all of this is that I want to be able to not care that your gone, to keep living my life like you weren't killed by some monster from another dimension right in front of me.

I keep thinking back to that day, thinking that I should have tried to get you to change your mind about saving El, thinking that I should have been the one to have taken your place.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt as much as missing you. Maybe you would still be here, and everything would be right again.

But I don't have powers like El, I can't fix this, I can't go back to that day and take your spot, and I can't change what dad did to you.

I imagine that if you were still here, nothing between us would have changed. Or, maybe it would. Maybe we could have been friends, like a real brother and sister.

But your not here, and nothing can change that

I'm sorry.

I'm so so sorry Billy.

Love you shitty little sister, Y/N

I let out a heavy breath, folding the paper back into it's original form and shoving it in my pocket.

I wiped the stay tears that managed to escape my eyes before standing up to walk back to the car, but before I took a step, the sky around me turned dark.

I looked around me, everything was the same, just darker.

"Hey Y/N." It felt like I was just stabbed in the chest as I heard Billy's voice from behind me.

I slowly turned around, my eyes met with his grey eyes, the eyes that I haven't seen since he died.

Tears slowly fell down my face, the only thing I wanted to do was run up to him and give him a hug, tell him everything that I wanted to say but didn't get the chance to.

He stood there, he didn't move.

But a small smile formed on his face, and he opened his arms, he opened his arms for me.

A sob escaped my mouth, my heart felt so heavy in my chest, I didn't know what to do.

He walked towards me, and the closer he got the more my heart hurt, I just wanted to be with him. I wanted to be able to be held in my big brother's arms for the first time.

So I let him get closer, until he had me in his arms. He felt so warm as he held me tightly, I cried into his chest and wrapped my arms around him.

I was finally with my big brother again, and I never wanted it to end.

Even if it now meant that I had to join him in death.

copyright 2021 heizenka, all rights reserved. I do not allow my creations to be published of translated anywhere else so please do not repost.

⚘ Billy Hargrove x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— content warnings: Season 3 spoilers, blood, major character death, ANGST,

— word count: 0.6k

Inspired by: Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens

Billy.

He was the only thought running though my head as I ran down the broken escalator as fast as I could. My legs burned, but the pain was nothing compared to the burning I felt in my chest at the sight of his limp body on he mall floor.

There was a dark puddle surrounding him, I prayed that it was from whatever beast lay dead next to him, but I knew I couldn't lie to myself forever.

Max' cries got louder as I came closer to Billy's body, she was shaking his shoulder to get him to wake up. But it wasn't working, nothing was working.

Once I reached his body I pulled his head in to my lap, he was so cold, and he only seemed like an empty shell of who he used to be.

I started wailing so hard, my whole body hurt. I felt like I was going to throw up. I wanted to get away from everybody, out of this mall, pretend that this wasn't real, that me and Billy would lay on the hood of his car and look at the stars like we always do.

But I knew I had to stay with him, even if this was going to be goodbye forever, he deserved to have someone at his side if the time came.

When I looked at Billy, he was so pale that I could see his veins. His eyes were open slightly, and I kept staring at them, as if at any minute they might open all the way and everything would be okay.

I held his hand and said, "I love you." 

But I wanted to say so much more. I could write a novel about everything he meant to me: the small compliments he gave me every single day, the way he always noticed when I changed my hair, the way he looked at me in a crowd like we were sharing a secret. How was I supposed to get through this, I wondered, when Billy was the person who helped me through everything?

"I-I'm sorry." He barely managed to sputter out, this only made Max sob even louder, her face buries in my neck.

It felt like someone had stabbed me in the chest and they were now twisting the knife to make it hurt even more.

"It's okay," I mustered up a smile, I had to look brave for him, something he had always done for me, I owed it to him now. "We're okay." Hot tears trickled down my face as I looked at him.

His blue eyes were locked with mine. Those beautiful blue eyes that I always loved seeing, but now this may be the last time I ever see them.

He coughed once more, some of the blood getting on to my shirt, seeping through to my skin. Every drop felt like it burned against my skin, creating burns that would scar, leaving me with a reminder of this night forever.

He heaved out a heavy breath, his eyes still on mine, until they weren't.

His chest didn't rise again for another breath, and his eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep, and that at any moment he would wake up.

But he wasn't.

He was dead.

The boy who was everything to me, was now gone, dead in my arms as I cried, hoping he would open his eyes, tell me this was some sick joke.

But he wouldn't, he would never hold me again.

Tonight on July 4th, 1985, a part of me died with the boy in my arms, the boy who I loved with all my heart.

copyright 2021 heizenka, all rights reserved. I do not allow my creations to be published of translated anywhere else so please do not repost.