#dacre montgomer imagine

[secretlovexo]

Hey guys 👋🏻 so I’ve been looking for a series for a couple hours now. Maybe yall can help. It’s about darce Montgomery and an actor!reader. I believe the two dated for a bit but it didn’t work out then she dates this really bad guy who hits her. They both act on stranger things.

Thank you advance 🖤🤍

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[mystrangerfics]

“you’ve kissed me like 50 times today already” with billy boiii? x

“You've kissed me like fifty times today already.” - Billy

(I'm sorry! This went more towards angsty Billy but it's all that came to mind.)

“Oh God,” Tommy mumbled and rolled his eyes. He nudged Carol who followed his glance and groaned along with him. Billy looked too, seeing you walk into the cafeteria.

“What?” He asked, his tone a little bitter. You and Billy had been together for a few months now and he noticed his friends seemed to share a glance whenever you showed up.

“It’s just-,” Tommy stopped himself and glanced to Carol, seeming to ask for her help.

“She's so clingy,” Carol finally said with a shrug. “She's always hanging on you and kissing you. It's like constant,” she explained, motioning with her hand.

“It’s not good for your image,” Tommy added, shifting Billy's gaze to him. “People say she's making you soft.”

Billy seemed to take this in and thought over it. You had spent the morning pressed up with him against his car, kissing and talking. Billy hadn’t minded as his hand held a cigarette and rested on your firm ass but now he was thinking. ‘Was he going soft?’

“Hey, baby,” you said before you sat beside him. “How was your morning?”

“Fine,” Billy mumbled, he kept his gaze to his food. Normally he would ask about yours but he kept himself from doing so.

You noticed Billy didn't even glance to you and shrugged it off a little. “Did you wanna go for a drive tonight?” Going for a drive was normally code for a fun, relaxing night. Billy and you would drive around and talk before finding a place to park and mess around.

“I'm busy tonight,” was all Billy offered even though he thought that sounded perfect.

You had nodded before you picked at your food, seeming uncomfortable. Billy hated it but figured that's what Tommy meant about him going soft.

“I have to get to class early to talk to Mr. Andrew's about my grade,” you said after a few minutes. “I'll see you later,” you said before leaning over to kiss him.

“You've kissed me like fifty times today already,” Billy said, leaning away from you.

You seemed to look hurt and Billy noticed, even without looking at you. He saw the way you withdrew yourself from him and it pained him a little, he ignored it.

“Didn't know there was a limit,” was all you mumbled before angrily getting up and walking off. You had noticed Carol and Tommy's quiet demeanor and caught on that they had been talking. “See you around,” you said before getting up and walking off.

You didn’t wait by Billy’s car at the end of the school day and he wondered who you had rode home with. He even waited a few moments, thinking you might be running late but you didn’t show up. He resigned himself to his room when he got home, now kicking himself for not agreeing to go riding around with you earlier.

He knew he shouldn’t be laying in bed groveling, he was the top-dog of Hawkins, so he went and picked up the phone, calling Vicki from school.

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You ignored Billy the rest of the week at school until he finally lost his patients and cornered you when you came out of the bathroom. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he bitterly mumbled.

“You’ve been an asshole,” you said back with a shrug, like you were talking about nothing out of the ordinary.

“Don’t fucking be like that!” Billy snapped with a glare, looking agitated.

“I love how this is my fault,” you said before laughing a little, only irritating him further. “Listen, I told you when we started messing around that I wasn’t going to allow you to treat me like shit.”

“I don’t treat you like shit!” Billy tried, holding his arms out as if to show his innocence.

“Oh, so you weren’t out riding around with Vicki the other night after biting my head off for trying to kiss you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow, awaiting his answer.

Billy was fucked, he knew that much. You knew that he had, for a fact, been out with Vicki after turning you down. “I got bored,” was all he could offer.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, leaning against the wall beside you a little. “Yeah, me too,” you said with a shrug.

“What does that mean?” Billy asked, trying to contain his impatience but failing.

“Means I'm done,” you said, like it was obvious. “Thanks for the fun,” you said before going to walk around Billy but he grabbed your arm.

“Now listen, I know you think this is some game and you're going to make me upset but that's not how it works with me. So stop being a child and let's just go out tonight,” he said, holding in his panic. You were the most fun Billy had had during his time at Hawkins and he didn't want to lose you. He knew every guy in school liked you and you would be snatched up quickly. He couldn't stomach the idea of seeing you make out with someone else against their car.

“Sorry. I have a date tonight,” you said before pulling your arm out of his grip. “Bye, Billy,” you mumbled and finally walked around him. You were glad he let you go because you were sure if you had stayed, he would talk you into getting back with him.

You knew he was watching you as you walked away but you kept your face forward, not turning back.

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[ewanfuckingmcgregor]

shower time (18+)

summary: its raining and you get a ride from Billy, but then everything goes south 

author note: guess who's back.. back again.. logan’s back.. tell a friend also, might not be as good as my other ones are, slowly getting back into the rhythm or writing good content

You always tried to avoid Billy, but it always failed. Mainly because your lockers were right next to each other. One morning you were standing at your locker, fiddling with this and trying to find your notebook that had mysteriously gone missing. “Looking for this princess?” A voice from behind you spoke, you paused for a moment and rolled your eyes, turning around to see none-other than Billy Hargrove holding your notebook in his hand with a cocky smile. You snatch it from him, turning around to your locker, you hear him let out a small chuckle.

“You know, you should be thanking me” He says, drawing your attention; you look at him and raise an eyebrow. “Why should I Hargrove?” You spit at him, resting your arm on your locker “Yes y/n, I could’ve thrown it away and everything you’ve worked on would be gone” He says, grinning at you. You roll your eyes turning away from him again. Billy cocks out his jaw, stepping closer to you, his body slightly pressed against yours. He leans forward to growl against your ear “I know a way you could thank me” He grins, dragging his finger pads along the exposed skin of your thigh, you let out a soft squeak, shivering under his touch. 

You roll your eyes, looking at him with a small smile, leaning into him, purring softly. Billy’s eyes light up, grinding at you as he bites down on his bottom lip, you part your lips to speak. “Never going to happen, Hargrove” You reach down ad grab his fingers, pulling them back hard, he grunts in pain. You close your locker and walk away from Billy, who is now holding his fingers in pain. 

The rest of the day went by slowly, but finally it was the end of the day, and it was now pouring rain. You groan to yourself, collecting things from your locker and walking outside. You  sigh, taking your jacket ad holding it over your head as you start to walk home. 

You had been walking for awhile ad you had given up on trying to stay dry; you were drenched. A few minutes later you hear a car approaching, it slowed down once it reached you, you heard the window roll down and a voice call out “need a ride darling?” You turn your head to see Billy, you sigh lightly, looking ahead of you, you weren’t even half way home and you had been walking for what seemed like forever. You sighed again, giving and getting into Billy’s car. Billy smirked as he looked at you up and down, turning his head to continue driving down the road. 

Billy turned down your road, but stopped. You look at him and then directly ahead, where your house was there was a large dip right before your house; which was now flooded with water and that was the only way in and out of your home. You let out a groan, running your fingers through your hair, sighing as you turn to Billy. “Well thanks for the ride” He looks at you and scoffs “you’re gonna walk through that?” You’ll get swept away and go missing like the Byers kid did” You sigh, leaning back into the seat “Guess you’re right” You mumble, he grins, backing out and turning the car around. “You can come to mine to wait for the rain to stop; no ones home anyway” 

It was now 8pm and the rain still hadn’t stopped, and Billy’s house was completely empty, you and Billy had been talking for hours, everything you thought about Billy was wrong. He was actually a decent person. “You’ve been sitting in the damp clothes for hours.. do you want to have a shower or..” You were relieved he finally asked, you nod your head and he leads you into the bathroom. Billy left the room and you started the shower, getting in. 

Steam filled the room as you stood under the hot water, sighing happily. You let your eyes close for a second, you heard the door open and close, you opened your eyes, raising your eyebrow. “Billy?” You call out, no response, the shower door opens and someone gets in. You squeak, trying to hide yourself, through the steam you could see who it was; it was Billy. 

You were frozen, unsure what to do next. He was naked for gods sake and so were you. Billy steps forward, grabbing your head in his hands, pressing his lips against yours. You were shocked at first, but eventually you started to kiss back. BIlly smirked against your lips, backing you up against the cold shower wall, you let out a soft whine, Billy takes this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.  

Billy explores your mouth, letting out a soft grunt against your lips, you slide your hands around his neck, pulling him against your body. Billy slide his hands down your sides to grip at your hips, hugging you tightly to his body. You purr against his lips, moving your hands to tangle into his hair, tugging on the ends harshly; causing him to groan. You pull your head back, pressing kisses down Billy’s jaw, burying your head into his neck, sucking on is skin at random, leaving deep red marks on his neck. 

Billy let out a growl, sliding his hands down to grip your thighs, lifting you up, pinning your body against the shower wall. You let out a soft whine “Billy” He hums softly, digging his fingers into your thighs, lifting his hips up to grind against you crotch, you let out a loud whimper, sliding your hands down to dig your fingers into his back. He growls loudly, arching his back. 

Billy hums lightly, holding you up with one hand, sliding his hand down between the both of you, grabbing his cock and rubbing his tip along your slit, collecting your wetness, earning a loud whine from you. He grins, licking his bottom lip, lining himself up with your entrance, he lets his eyes close as he pushes himself into you; you gasp loudly digging your nails into his back harder. 

Billy parted his lips, letting out a soft gasp as he you around him, he gulps slowly, letting his head drop back, his wet hair sticking to his face. He grins lightly, opening his eyes; clearly in ecstasy. He pulls his hips back, slamming them back up against you, earning a loud moan from you. Billy hums softly, moving his head to look at you. 

He continues to thrust his hips up harder and harder, your back rubbing against the wall. You cling to his frame tightly, tightening the grip around his waist, pulling him closer, causing him to go deeper, you whimper loudly, letting your head drop as you pant softly. “F-fuck Billy, don’t stop, shit” You whimper out, burying your head into Billy’s neck, biting down on the flesh.

He grunts loudly, continuing a hard and fast rhythm, you whimper loudly as your stomach begins to tighten and heat up. You let out a loud whine, your stomach tightening more and more. You hum softly, sliding your hands back up into his hair, tugging on the wet locks, pulling his head back to look at you. He smirks as you lean down to press you lips against his roughly. 

You arch your back whimpering loudly as your stomach starts to spasm , you moan loudly as you come undone, your grip becoming weak on his back, he smirks as he watches you, his hips begin to thrust more and more slowly, he lets out a small grunt as he buries his head into your neck, cumming deep inside you. 

It’s been a few minutes before either of you move, you lift your head up, running your fingers through your wet hair, biting down on your lip as you look at him “we used all the hot water... your water bill is gonna be high this month” you smile lightly, he chuckles, rolling his arms “who gives a shit”he smiles, pressing his lips against yours again. 

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[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

‘Go ahead and cry little girl, nobody does it like you do....I know how much it matters to you...I know that you got daddy issues...and if you were my little girl....I’d do whatever I could do, I’d run away and hide with you...I love that you got daddy issues and I do too’

Aka I took screenshots of Dacres teaser for mens fashion and oh my god he’s so fucking daddy in it already.

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[papipopsicle]

DISCO INFERNO

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Genre: fluff, v v slight angst

Summary: In which the usual basketball practice is cancelled, and Billy is surprisingly happy when he finds out why.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of abusive parents, racist father, Steve being a shitty friend.

Words: 3K

feedback is always appreciated

"I actually hate you."

"Love you too." Y/N replied and rolled her eyes as the brunette she called her best friend practically threw his lunch tray against the table top. Nancy jumped at the noise, her wide eyes bouncing from the two then back to Jonathan's hand in hers under the table. "Mind telling me what's made you harbour such strong feelings towards me?"

"You just had to steal the gym on the one day we play basketball, didn't you?" Steve huffed, sending the girl a playful look of annoyance. In all honesty he really didn't mind, it meant he'd have a couple hours free to catch up on an essay due earlier today.

"It's not my fault the school is cheap and the studio now has a crater in the roof from the storm." Y/N pulled at the sleeves of her baby pink bomber jacket and shivered at the thought of leaving the warm confines of Hawkins High School, "Maybe it's a sign that you should join, Stevie, we're always looking to diversify the group with more male dancers."

"Fuck off." The boy shoved Y/N's shoulder lightly with his and the four carried on eating like normal. They were an unlikely group of friends, an ex-flame and ex-friendship turned into a new flame and a new friendship.

The day droned on as it always did and the final bell sounded throughout the building. Kids eagerly ran to their lockers and out the large entrance unable to stay in school for a moment more than necessary, but for Y/N, her day was only just starting. She weaved through the crowds, going against the current and deeper into the school until she found herself in the girl's locker room. Y/N greeted the other girls already there and quickly changed into a pair of pink leggings and a baggy black top, throwing her Hawkins High sweatshirt on top. She tied her y/h/c hair into a ponytail and double knitted her trainer's laces before making her way to the gym.

"Training's cancelled today, Hargrove." Montgomery shouted down the corridor, watching as his friend paused his movements and turned around, "Dancers are taking over until they fix the roof."

"That's bull." Billy groaned, his hand running through his long hair in annoyance. Basketball meant not needing to be a chauffeur for Max and not having his father on his back for another couple hours. Of course he had P.E tomorrow but that didn't make a difference.

Monty shrugged, "Its not like we can do anything, the Principal basically licks Y/L/N's arse for fun."

That stifled Billy. He'd slept with half of the cheer squad by week two in Hawkins. There wasn't a girl in his year he didn't at least know the name of, not that he ever used their name. "Y/L/N?" He asked casually, intrigued by the idea of fresh meat.

"Harrington's girl, Y/N. C'mon, you've seen that ass." The boy joked with a smirk, but when Billy simply knitted his eyebrows together, Montgomery hit the boy's chest out of shock and began walking towards the gym dragging him behind, "Mate, you're about to owe me big time."

The two athletes snuck into the bleachers undetected and as soon as Monty pointed her out as the girl leading the group warm up session, Billy's heart sped up. Of course he recognised her, but he didn't like the reasoning behind it. Sure, she had an amazing body, one the boy next to him clearly enjoyed jerking off to, but it was always tucked safely under Steve's arm in the halls. He was her own personal bodyguard. Billy's memory was still fuzzy from the events at the Byers' house three months ago, but Y/N was vividly part of that disjointed memory.

She demonstrated a host of stretches for the group to mirror as 'Immigrant Song' blasted through the large gymnasium. Both boys were in a trance at that moment and completely forgot that they couldn't play basketball, almost happy about it. Billy found himself in awe at the pure joy lacing the smile on Y/N's face in that moment, like nothing else mattered to her other than living in the moment. The girl dropped into the splits and that's when Billy lost it, his heart racing a million miles an hour at her confidence and finesse.

Montgomery shook his head and patted Billy's shoulder with a chuckle, "I bet she's so fucking dirty when Harrington isn't around to keep her in line, you know, daddy issues, that kind of shit."

The boy kept talking but Billy zoned out, not caring for his remarks. He hadn't even noticed Monty's disappearance for another half an hour after that. It may not have seemed like it, but the blond really was trying to change his ways one step at a time, one of those steps being not talking about or treating women like pieces of meat. It was a work in progress, but Y/N wasn't going to be a step back.

He stayed for the next two hours, sat on the uncomfortable wooden benches in the bleachers, completely mesmerised by the way Y/N moved with so much fluidity and grace. Only towards the end of the session after perfecting the new routine had Y/N burst her little dance bubble long enough to notice Billy. She sent him a warm smile, one he was sure he didn't deserve after what she must have seen at the Byers house, but he didn't think twice before returning it.

The music was all deafening disco apart from the odd Led Zeppelin, Scorpions or Metallica song standing out like garish yellow highlighter on a pristine white page of notes. Billy enjoyed it those though, humming along and forcing himself to hide the grin that tugged at the corners of his lips as he noticed Y/N singing along too. She winked at him and slid to her knees, fully committing to the worlds most embarrassing yet incredible air-guitar solo. Y/N giggled and began the usual end speech encouraging everyone to carry on with as much enthusiasm and all that bullshit.

When she had gathered all her belongings and turned off the stereo, Y/N turned back to the bleachers in hope of seeing Billy still sat there, but he'd somehow left as secretively as he came. She pouted but quickly stopped her mind from going down that route before it even had the chance.

Instead of getting changed back into her earlier clothes, Y/N shoved them into her gym bag and left the girls locker room in search of her ride. It was hailing heavily outside, the small pieces of ice beating at the building's roof and just as she peered out of the window into the car park, lightning struck, thunder following seconds later. Y/N jumped, always skittish in storms. She couldn't see Steve's signature car in its usual spot, even in this weather she'd know his car from anyone's. Surely he wouldn't have left her without at least saying, especially in this weather. But minutes passed and there was no sign of the BMW anywhere.

Y/N groaned and whimpered at the thought of walking in the torrential rain, why had she let Steve convince her into giving her a lift instead of taking her motorbike? At least then she'd get home quicker. Scouring the car park for any other viable options, she noticed Billy's car and honestly couldn't choose which was worse; walking half an hour in this weather and probably dying from the worst cold in history, or asking Billy for a lift. She'd take a hailstorm over his reckless driving any day.

Billy Hargrove was damaged, Y/N didn't know exactly what he'd been through, but it wasn't pleasant. He had now real regard for his own life anymore, let alone other people.

It took a few seconds to gather enough courage to exit the school, and by the time she had, she was soaked to the bone immediately. Y/N heard her name being called over the rain and soon a large black jacket was held above her head as a makeshift umbrella. It was a leather jacket to be exact, Billy's leather jacket. She looked up at him in confusion and was quickly pulled back into the school's foyer.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Billy asked rhetorically and put his jacket over her shoulders in attempts to bring her some warmth, but it only shrouded the girl in his scent. She didn't take any notice of his harsh tone, and instead pulled her hair out of the jackets collar as he continued ranting loudly, "Do you know how dumb it is to walk in this, Y/L/N? You'll freeze before you get home. Harrington will blame himself if you die and then he'll blame me if he finds out I let you walk home in this. I don't need him badgering me about your death for the rest of my life, so, let me drive you home?"

It was more of a request than a question, but either way Y/N had a snarky response lined up as she pulled the jacket closer to her frame, "I'd rather be hit by your car than let you drive me in it, love."

"Fine." Billy's voice came out in a low grumble and he took a step towards the girl, now only centimetres between them, "You can drive."

Y/N's mouth gasped open in shock, Billy was emotionally attached to his car, it was the closest thing he had to a functioning relationship. She didn't know whether it was appropriate to laugh or not, but when he held his keys out on front of her face for her to catch, Y/N raised her eyebrows, "Wait, you're being serious?"

He shrugged with a carefree smirk plastered across his face, jangling the keys a little, "Just take the damn keys before I realise how stupid this is."

"Excuse you, I'm an excellent driver, your baby is in good hands." Y/N smiled widely, one that made the dormant butterflies in Billy's stomach flutter about and do somersaults.

She pinched the metal key ring before he had the chance to retract it, and skipped gleefully over to the double doors. The girl turned back to see him still stood in the exact same position mulling over whether this was a good decision or not. "Hargrove." Y/N huffed out.

He sighed and finally came back to reality, zoning in on the y/h/c girl to find her intently watching him with a small smirk playing at her lips, "If you land even one fucking mark on the paint job, you're dead, got it?"

Y/N looked up at him, now standing right beside her in front of the doors, wide eyes acting startled by the words before crinkling as she let out an obnoxiously loud giggle, almost snorting, "Ouh, I'm so scared. Three, two, one, run!"

The girl sprinted out of the double doors quicker than the last flash of lightning, using Billy's jacket as a hood while unlocking the Camaro in haste, throwing her bags in the back and starting the engine. Billy soon joined her, his hair sopping and shirt stuck to his chest in just a few seconds.

He was about to ask her what was taking so long to start driving, considering pushing herself into the back seat and driving himself, but Billy turned from frustrated to weirdly warm and fuzzy as he watched the girl slip her arms into his jacket. It didn't fit her well, swamping her small frame and looking bulky over her sweatshirt, but somehow it was still an adorable sight.

The rain and hail beat against the roof constantly, filling any space for conversation, but he still put the radio on in case the air became too silent. Surprisingly, she hummed along to the Mötley Crüe song and drummed her fingers against the steering wheel while leaving the school car park. He noticed she was hesitant, which was pretty standard considering the weather.

Neither teenager tried to make conversation, and his eyes trailed across the exposed skin of her hands after a couple minutes of staring out the window. A few white lines mirroring gashes and wounds littered her flesh, and he wondered what the cause of such scattered scars might have been. He stopped starring like a crazy person and focused on the way she handled his car with so much care and affection, finding it oddly endearing.

But soon Y/N had pulled into her driveway and cut the engine. She turned to him and sent the boy a small yet warm smile, "Thanks for not driving me."

He shook his head with a chuckle, suddenly so self aware of the situation. A pretty girl was in his car, wearing his leather jacket, looking up at him with 'fuck me' eyes. It was a circus act at this point, trying to do something nice but ending up in the same place, well not always the same place physically- the backseat most times, rarely their bed, and never his. Billy leaned closer, his breath hot against Y/N's cool skin, and just as his lips were about to touch hers, the girl jerked back just realising what was happening.

She looked up at him sincerely, placing her hand over his on the centre console, "Don't kiss me. You let me drive your car home from school, this isn't the end to some elaborate date."

Y/N moved to get her bags from the backseats, only to have Billy cut off her movements, "You drove me home, didn't you?"

The question sounded a little strange at first, but the girl registered what he meant and bit the inside of her cheek before nodding, "A lot happened that night, a lot that can't be changed or taken back. Not that I've made it clear, but I have a bit of a soft spot for you, Hargrove. You've done a lot of unforgivable things, you know that, I'm not going to lecture you. But I understand why you did them." Y/N didn't know whether to carry on, she didn't want to leave the car but evidently this was a heavy conversation and a rather uncomfortable one at that.

She unclasped the seatbelt and turned to face the boy with a warm expression, "The only boy I've ever brought home, Nathan, he was the sweetest human on the planet. Considering we were fifteen, he treated me like a princess, always buying me little gifts and taking me on adventures. But my dad couldn't see past the colour of his skin, and then he decided to throw the entire twelve piece set of china-wear at me until I promised not to see him ever again. If I'm right, our dads are pretty similar in that regard. I get you don't want that to happen to Max, that it was your personal way of protecting her. It doesn't excuse anything you've done, not in the slightest, but I understand."

Silence enveloped the car and Y/N dared to look up at Billy, finding his facade of egotistical male dominance shattered. She didn't brush aside his problems, but didn't treat him with kid gloves either, he didn't know how to respond but he was still just as in awe of the girl in front of him now, a few escaped tears trickling down her soft cheeks, as he was with the confident dancer.

She cleared her throat and sent him one last smile, lighting his insides into an inferno like a match, and Y/N reached for the door handle. Billy tugged her back physically this time, holding her so tightly with so much hidden emotion in the embrace. She burrowed into the crook of his neck and hugged him back with everything in her, hoping he'd somehow realise he wasn't alone on this road of tragedy.

"If I'm not at school, I'm usually here." Y/N pointed towards the house, lingering close to Billy still, "I know I'm not much, but I can distract you from how shitty life is and the inevitability of death if you ever want me to." She giggled, her tone light as a feather but her words heavy with meaning.

"Or if you ever want your jacket back." She winked, wrapping the leather garment around her figure tightly and getting out of the car. Billy slid into the drivers seat and watched in amusement as she fumbled with her keys and entered the house, only after looking back with a dazzling smile and another wink. The door shut quickly to keep the house warm and then boy pulled away from the driveway, wondering how this girl had entered his heart so quickly and when exactly she'd be the death of him.

Y/N skidded through the house with a less than happy demeanour, hitting the number two key on the house phone and hearing two rings before someone picked up, "Hello?" She greeted through gritted teeth, needing to know which family member was on the other end.

There was some indistinct shouting before her best friend finally answered, "Y/N/N? Oh thank go-"

"Where the fuck did you go, Harrington?" She seethed, it might have turned out okay for her in the end but that didn't excuse the shittiness of Steve's actions. He didn't know Billy let her drive, and she was going to have fun making him work to get that apology accepted.

"Please don't hate me, but I gave Nancy a lift."

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[celebrityyimaginees]

Dacre Montgomery is asked about your break up.

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[steviemae]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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[secretlovexo]

Thank you Fanfic Writers

This is going to probably be sappy fyi.

When I can’t sleep I read your stories. When I’m crying in the bathtub because things get way to tough, I read your stories. When I have a bad encounter with with someone that spikes my anxiety, I read your stories. And they all make me so flipping happy. It’s my own little world.

Thank you for putting a smile on my face. Thank you for helping me at shitty times in my life. Thank you for having this passion. Thank you for being writers and writing these incredible stories and headcanons, and everything in the middle.

A lot of you writers deserve the world. Deserves all your dreams to come true.

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I saw you might like to take a shot at writing Dacre, so what if you did him with #8 on the fluff list??

8 - Dacre - “Okay, where are all my jumpers?” (Y/H/C) = Your Hair Color

(Here's an attempt at some Dacre and of course I dragged some "Billy" into it. Hope it's not horrible.)

“Do you really have to go?” You asked quietly, feeling like you couldn't be loud as you were still curled up with Dacre in the bed. The room was dark as it was still early in the morning and the sun hadn't begun to peek up into the sky.

“Almost done filming,” he said to you quietly as he rubbed at your back. You were curled up into his side, your face resting on his warm, bare chest.

“I know,” you said. “I feel bad complaining about it,” you admitted. You didn't want Dacre to feel like he shouldn't be working, you just missed him.

“I know you don't mean it like that,” he assured before he kissed the top of your head. “You just miss me,” he teased with a smile before he sat up. He sat on the edge of the bed and stretched for a moment, releasing a yawn.

“I do,” you said but smiled a little as he finally stood up and you got a glance of his bare backside.

“You can come with me,” he offered as he pulled on a pair of pants and turned to you.

“No,” you said and sat up a bit in the bed. “You know I love the show. I don't want to ruin it,” you said with a little smirk at him.

“I could steal the Hargrove costume and come home,” he teased as he crawled over the bed. You giggled at him as he made his way up your body. “Do a little role playing?” He asked before wiggling his eyebrows at you with a little, pursed lip smile.

“You are incorrigible,” you said before kissing him.

“Come on,” he said with a little laugh. “I'll wear the jeans,” he bartered.

“Fine,” you said, trying to act bothered but you smiled. He pecked your lips before hopping back out of bed, sliding on his shoes. “They're going to kill you if you don't start bringing the costumes back,” you said to him.

“I'm bringing them back today, they need the jacket for a scene. You know, the jean one someone keeps stealing,” he said and raised his eyebrows at you.

You sat quiet for a moment before crossing your arms and looking away. “Billy Hargrove wouldn't treat me this way,” you said seriously before a smile broke over your face. “I love wearing it and when you wear it,” you argued.

“Well, I'm going to finish getting ready. Please find the jacket,” he said and set one of his jumpers on the bed. You eyed the soft material as he went into the bathroom and grabbed it, pulling it on.

You slipped out of the bed and went to the closet, grabbing the jean jacket from the back and bringing it over to the bed. You set it down where his jumper had been and crawled back into bed.

He came out of the bathroom his face freshly shaved for filming. He eyed the jacket and you in his soft jumper and glared playfully. He went over to the closet and dug around for a moment.

“Okay, where are all my jumpers?” He asked, turning to you.

You snuggled into the one you were wearing and played innocent. “You're a dirty thief,” he said but kept a sweet smile on his face.

“Just wear the damn jacket,” you teased. He shook his head at you but put on a playful show as he slowly pulled it on. “Now tell me I'm a bit of a bitch,” you joked before giggling.

“That line only works with a cigarette hanging out of my mouth,” Dacre said with a smile, motioning to his lips.

“Well, you better be smoking when you get home,” you said, as you crossed your arms, trying to appear upset but smiling.

“I'll see you tonight,” he said before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Bye, baby,” you mumbled before rolling back over to sleep until the sun came up.

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It was late when you heard a revving engine pull into the drive and raised an eyebrow. You got up from the table and walked out the door. Your eyes widened at the blue Camaro that sat in the driveway. Dacre got out, still dressed in full Billy Hargrove attire. You laughed a little at him as he rested an arm over the top of the car. He pulled a cigarette from his mouth and blew out the smoke before he replaced it.

“They're going to kill you,” you said, motioning to the car.

“A little birdy told me I might find my girlfriend here. You know, about this tall, (Y/H/C), a bit of a bitch,” Dacre mumbled, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“God, I love you,” you said with a smirk before you let your hands grip the front of his jacket. You pulled your body right up against his.

He pulled this cigarette from his mouth and let out this little laugh that he always did when you made him bashful. “I love you too,” he said before he pressed a kiss to your lips, breaking character for a moment.

You pulled away and looked him in the eye, adoring him for a moment. “I thought I told you not to steal my jackets,” he said, returning to character and fixing you with an intense glare. His voice was low and sounded dangerous and you looked at him confused for a moment. “You disobeyed me,” he nearly growled and the hair on your neck stood up. “And you know what happens when you disobey me.”

You went to speak but he grabbed your hips and threw you over his shoulder. You shrieked for a moment when it jumped you but giggled as he carried you into the house.

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Dating Billy Hargrove moodboard

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request: A Dacre imagine where your a famous youtuber and he has a crush on you

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Comic-Con was far bigger than you had expected. It was your first one, too, which didn’t help, but when you got the phone call and were asked to come along and interview a few stars and maybe have a stage for half an hour, you couldn’t turn it down.

You were currently finishing up a meet and greet, and even though you were a youtuber, and had nothing to do with any of the TV shows or movies, so many people had turned up that you were running late for your first interview.

You sprinted along the corridor to where the green room was, and quickly pulled out your badge. The guard let you in, and led you to where the Stranger Things Cast was waiting.

“Hi!” You beamed at the group, “I’m sorry I was late, but I’m Y/N.”

“Oh my God!” Millie exclaimed as you sat down, “Sorry, I love you so much!”

“Yeah, your videos are so good!” Natalia and Sadie agreed.

“Thank you so much!” You laughed.

“Even Joe is a fan,” Sadie chuckled, pointing to the boy.

“Not as much as Dacre,” The brunette teased, and your gaze landed on the handsome blonde in the corner, who was now blushing slightly.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoy them,” You smile, blushing as well. Gaten wiggled his eyebrows, nudging Dacre.

You blushed even more, before quickly turning to the camera.

“Hey guys! I’m here today with the cast of Stranger Things, and I thought we could break the ice with a game of Who’s Most Likely To...”

You wrapped up the interview twenty minutes later, and after getting pictures, you were ready to leave.

“Y/N!”

You spun around to see Dacre dodging past a few people to get to you. You giggled, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear.

“Hey,” You said softly.

“Hi,” He replied, in the same tone. You waited as he stared at you.

“Did you need me...?”

“Oh!” He snapped out of it, laughing nervously,” Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that I think you videos are really, really great. I’ve been watching them for like, a year now.”

“Wow, thank you!” You beamed, to which he grinned back.

“You’re his celebrity crush!” One of the younger boys called from the other side of the room.

You giggled as Dacre scratched his neck.

“But, I was really wondering if maybe you wanted to meet up?”

“Are you asking me on a date Montgomery?”

“Maybe..”

“Then of course, I would.”

You leaned up, giving him a kiss on the cheek, before skipping out of the room, leaving the actor as a blushing mess

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[papipopsicle]

RENEGADE PART TWO

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Henderson!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: In which the best friend of his enemy turns out to be the only person who can break the heart of Hawkins new resident bad-boy.

Warnings: swearing

Song: Paradise City by Guns N Roses

a/n: It's been sooooo long but yayy I hope you all enjoy this!!!

Words: 3K

PART ONE

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The following day had been her second encounter with the mysterious boy, although this one was planned to the T by Y/N. But before her fun could begin, she had to pick up two teenagers from the arcade.

"...so we went to check Dig Dug, and guess whose now number one?!" Dustin's strident voice ricocheted around the car and Y/N chuckled at her brother's annoyance. Not even Lucas could beat him on Dig Dug.

"Hmm," She pretended to think for a moment, turning into Maple Street from one empty road to another, "Madmax?"

Mike scoffed from the backseat and turned to look out the window as his friend started ranting again, "Yes! By ten thousand points, how does that even happen? Want to know the worst part?"

"Sure." Y/N hummed, pulling into the Wheeler's driveway and lifting the child lock so Mike could get out. She turned in her seat enough to send the boy a kind smile, "See you tomorrow, Mikey."

The young boy said goodbye to the siblings and they watched him enter the house before finally pulling off the driveway and heading home. Dustin perked up again and grumbled, remembering the events from the arcade, "So we asked Keith if he knew who Madmax was, and he wanted a date with you or Nancy in return for spilling."

Y/N gagged at the thought, not because of Keith's looks, but because she'd caught him staring at her ass and breasts on multiple occasions, "That's fucking gross."

"I know, who in their right mind would want to date you."

Billy's day had gone by in a flash. Getting up late, being shouted at by his dad, taking Max to the arcade, driving in circles, taking Max home, being shouted at by his dad, lifting weights, and getting ready for his 'date' with the perplexing girl he met last night.

She was a hurricane, an earthquake to every thought he'd had about Hawkins since he arrived all those forty eight hours ago. Although it was no match for his in his own mind, her car was still pretty bitching. But that made him feel conflicted; surely a girl as confident as this one who wore outlandish outfits in fall would have been quite high up on the food chain at school. It didn't usually matter to him, if anything laying a popular girl was a sure way to get in with the in-crowd.

But, hey, she was the one to invite him out on a date, surely she wanted it.

So, the Hargrove boy dressed in his favourite pair of dark-wash jeans, a burgundy button up with the majority of the buttons left undone, and of course his black leather jacket. He spent a little too long perfecting his hair and spraying copious amounts of aftershave absolutely everywhere.

After checking himself out and being positive he looked his best, Billy sat back on his bed with a loud squeak escaping a few springs. He closed his eyes for a moment, fully relaxing for the first time since his twisted family ambushed the small town of Hawkins. It'd been less than two days since they'd moved here and he hated nearly every single thing about it already. It was eight PM exactly, now Billy didn't want to be on time for his date, but he didn't want to get there for her to have already gone either. It was his rule, leave the house at the time you're supposed to get there for.

The boy took one last look in his smudged mirror, adjusting his collar and hair a couple of times before finally trudging out of his room.

"I'm going out." He yelled halfheartedly, jingling his keys while he waited for a response. But when none came, he huffed gruffly and left without anymore said. Times like these were blessings to have a family who didn't give a shit.

It took him another ten minutes of randomly driving about to find 'The Hawk', which appeared to be a brand new movie theatre. The car park was near empty on this cool evening, a few scattered cars here and there, but his attention immediately darting to the ruby Mustang in the spot closest to the entrance, a dim street lamp casting its shadow in the space next to it. He parked perfectly in that space, checking his hair one last time before leaving the safety the vehicle brought him to enter the unknown building.

The brunette clearly noticed him before he had the chance, breathtaking smile switching to a smirk as she spoke up with a glint in her eye, "I was starting to think you wouldn't turn up."

He stood dumbfounded for a moment, zoning in on her figure behind the counter from across the room. It wasn't the sight he expected to see; maybe her head stuck in a magazine while she waited, but not serving popcorn to a couple about to see The Terminator. Flames heated his cheeks in that moment and his broad chest pounded, wondering whether he'd misread her signals all along.

Clearly Y/N noticed this dismay as she let out an obnoxiously loud chuckle in the now empty foyer area, "Don't give me that look." The girl shook her head and he began approaching the desk rather warily, "Chin up, pretty boy, I get off in twenty minutes. Unless, you want to fix the soda machine for me?"

"Pretty boy?" Billy scoffed at the nickname, not knowing whether to be offended or flattered. Leaning against the counter, he raised an eyebrow at her which she chose to ignore.

The boy admired her attire, a black pencil skirt and a navy short sleeved blouse with a silver name badge stating 'Y/N'. He noticed a couple buttons were undone, not revealing too much skin but allowing her neck some air. Her y/h/c locks were pulled into a neat pony tail, only a few escaped strands framing her face. A number of studs and rings were now proudly glinting on her ears that he hadn't noticed the night before, but her face was bare, maybe a little mascara.

"You're nice to look at, and you're male, what's tripping you up?" She pouted before quickly smiling and winking as she began wiping down the counter, "Want anything? It's on the house."

"Wouldn't you get fired for that?" He didn't really know why he questioned the idea of free food, but for some reason the thought of this sweet girl, who could rival his banter no less, getting in trouble for him made him second guess it.

"The owner grew up with my dad, he loves me." She smiled up at him fondly, eyes fixated on his and not wandering down his chest no matter how much restraint it took. Something changed in Billy's expression at the mere mention of father figures, he wasn't jealous, more confused by his own emotions as this girl clearly had a good relationship with her father. What confused him was knowing that made him a mix of glad and happy, she deserved good parents in his mind. Y/N scooped out a large bucket of popcorn and placed it on the counter between them, "That was the last showing for tonight, Tim's shift starts in half an hour so I've got to empty the till, but by all means eat away."

The boy nodded and remained silent, every so often reaching for a handful of sweet popcorn as his eyes stayed fixed on her actions. She divided the cash and put them in small clear wallets, "I'll be back in a second."

Y/N disappeared but was back just as quickly, now with a black handbag thrown over her shoulder. "Let's bounce." She muttered playfully, a smirk cheekily finding its way to her lips as she held her hand out expectantly. She kept walking towards the large doors, making a grabbing motion with the hand now behind her; she began to lower her hand, but a moment later a warm, larger hand filled the gaps between her fingers.

The eldest Henderson seemed like the typical cold bad girl to her peers, but she craved small actions like holding hands or an arm around her shoulder. Feeling his skin against her own was different. It was rough and calloused, unlike Steve's softer hands, but his movements were slow and tentative. Y/N tilted her head down as he walked by her side, hiding the grin threatening to fill her face.

It only lasted a few seconds, but Billy made his mind up within the very first one. He really didn't want to fuck this girl over.

As the two approached their respective muscle cars, Y/N turned to him expectantly, "Wrong side, big guy, you're riding shotgun."

He knitted his brows together, expression harsh on his handsome features, "What?"

She scoffed and turned to face him fully, rummaging around in her bag until a small metal object found her hand and she pulled out her car keys.

"You could be a serial killer for all I know." Y/N joked playfully but watched as his expression dipped into one of sadness, and her voice softened with sincerity, "Jeez, I'm only messin'. My dad and I were in a car accident when I was little, as soon as I got my lisence I realised I never wanted to be a passenger again. I hated the idea of it happening again and having absolutely no control."

Without another word, the y/h/c girl sent him a small smile and got into the drivers seat. Billy silently followed suit, easily placing too much trust in Y/N without so much as knowing her name. A Queen cassette played lowly in the background and the boy began drumming his fingers against the centre console to the beat.

"Were you two okay? After the crash, I mean." Billy tried his hardest to sound genuinely interested and concerned, not wanting the fierce girl driving next to him to have even one bad thought about him. He couldn't even tell himself why though, not giving a damn what anyone thought about him because they meant nothing to him. All he knew was that he wanted her to like him for who he really was, not who he planned on letting Hawkins see him as.

"Yeah," Y/N muttered and kept her eyes on the street as she pulled down a more secluded road, "yeah we were fine. Broke my arm and had a bit of a concussion from the airbag but nothing in comparison to the other guy."

Was she a bad person for thinking he got what he deserved after finding out the car was stolen and he was under the influence of alcohol?

Y/N must have been in her head a while because the next time she heard the boy's voice, he was muttering out in astonishment 'wow' as she pulled up to the edge of a forest clearing. The y/h/c girl cleared her throat and cut the engine, resting back in her seat for a moment.

"This is my happy place." She confessed, ready to be ridiculed by the handsome stranger for sounding so silly. He didn't though, he watched her gaze skim across the waters edge, eyes glinting with a certain freedom that couldn't be found back home for either of them. Billy took in the small upward curve in her lips, dimples pronouncing at the slightest smile.

It was simple and silent, and made him realise this was completely new. She looked a lot more innocent than yesterday, and Billy became disgusted with himself, wanting to get to know her instead of the usual 'pump and dump'. Who the fuck was he?

Without waiting for his response, Y/N left the car and sat against the base of a large oak tree close to the lake. Footsteps soon followed and the mullet boy sat down beside her. She looked out of place in her work clothes, but still fit perfectly under the tree. She sighed, taking a risk and leaning against the boys lean shoulder. He froze. Billy didn't know how to act, he wasn't getting drunk at a beach party about to go skinny dipping.

Y/N noticed his hesitance, "Put your arm around me." Her honeyed voice felt small at the boarder of the woodlands, and the boy found it difficult not to wrap his arm around her in a heartbeat. So he did, and she scooted closer like this was the easiest thing for her.

It wasn't. Steve had made sure of that for the last few years. He'd scared off half of the basketball team at this point, terrified that they just wanted her because she's his best friend, or even worse, that they actually liked her. Total double standards, Y/N argued after finding out what he'd been doing, but then he brought up Hayden and she ran off. Low blow.

"Is this what you do, then? Work, school, and sitting here contemplating life?" Billy spoke up after a while, finding himself stuck in his head. This girl was nobody to him, just somebody with good taste in music. He wasn't friends with her, he didn't even know her name. But for the same reason, he felt drawn to her. A small red ribbon attached the two when he pulled up to his new house last night, she looked exhausted when she thought he couldn't see, but was all smiles the second he spoke.

He wanted to know what kept her awake at night, the name of her first crush, if she'd ever been in a fist fight. The ribbon was invisible, but he felt it clear as day.

Y/N smiled at his brash voice, seeing his militant tone as a defence mechanism. She was always good at reading people. Waiting for a response, Billy felt her shift against him and found her looking up at the leaves of the tree above, stars speckled about the sky through the gaps, "I'm my little brother's personal taxi, he has more of a life than me, I swear. There's not exactly much to do except contemplate our existence here, if you haven't already noticed. But, hey, at least the house parties are fun."

He gasped, "You hicks know what fun is?" She shoved him playfully at the insult and glared up at him for a few seconds before turning back to the sky.

Y/N elbowed subtly elbowed him to the ribs, smiling in satisfaction as he let out a strained yelp, "Asshole, you may have beaches and sun and athleticism back in California, but you haven't lived unless you've been to one of Tina's house parties. Her parents split up a few years back and her mom got this awesome house in the divorce, and she just lets Tina ruin it every other weekend."

It was quiet for a while after that. Neither of them counted the time that passed by, each moment just a couple of breaths leaving their lips. Y/N decided to leave out various details, like the monsters and her father, not wanting the boy to understand her just yet.

Her mind was screaming he could be a predator or serial killer for all she knew, but she pushed that unwanted comment aside because right now was far too comfortable to ruin.

"What's your life like, pretty boy?" She asked quietly breaking the silence with ease. Her eyes were shut now, her torso leaning more into his without realising it as the air cooled around them. She knew what Cassidy had told her, but Y/N wanted to know him truly, no biases, not what other people said about him.

Should he lie? Spare the gory details of the last nineteen months?

Billy shrugged passively and turned his glazed over gaze to the lake, away from the girl's serene expression, "Average. Dad's a prick, Susan's his perfect housewife and Max is their perfect child. I don't have a place in that family, and Neil resents me 'cause legally I can't leave until I'm eighteen."

The girl had enough brains to fill in the gaps, and instead of trying to console him with words, she simply hooked her fingers through his and gave them a small squeeze. They could act all tough in front of other people, but when it came down to it, the raw memories that stained and scarred their minds, they were both secretly broken.

Billy coughed and shrugged again, "We should probably get home soon, wouldn't want your dad getting mad." He chuckled humourlessly, hoping to lift some of the tension in the air.

Y/N nodded desolately, masking the sadness in her eyes with a look of pure happiness, enough to fool Little Miss Sunshine herself. She twisted under Billy's heavy arm and faced him with the expression. He knew what came next, watching her eyes closely burn a trail up and down from his own to his lips.

The two began leaning in, like someone was pulling the ribbon tighter between them. But Y/N turned her head at the last second and instead wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, "I'm sorry if tonight wasn't what you were expe-"

Billy chuckled lightly cutting her off, his own arms having a mind of their own as they wrapped protectively around her back, "It was great, Peach, I'm not really a dinner date kinda person, you know?"

The girl pulled back enough to fully look at him with her smile, the one that made Billy want to kiss her right then and there. He didn't though, because her small giggle stopped his thoughts like a red light, "Me neither."

PART THREE

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All I Want

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove  x fem!reader

Words: 3388

Summary: You and Billy had been high school sweethearts. Even when you move away and he moves to Indiana, you’re promised to each other. After months of not talking, Billy takes it into his own hands to visit you - much to your surprise

Warnings: Mentions of abuse (not severe), mentions of divorce, long distance relationship, smoking.

A/N: Okay so I’ve never written for Billy before, but he’s genuinely one of my favourite characters (I don’t condone his racism etc.) But I’ve had this idea floating around in my head for a while and @tonguepopperr listened to me hype this up until I decided to actually write it. So thanks b <3

Tangled blonde hair and glazed blue eyes stared back at Billy Hargrove from the mirror. The stinging red mark on his right cheek taunting him with loud screams that brought the tears in his eyes to overflow, flowing down his cheeks and onto the already damp wash cloth that he held in front of him.

The faint vibrato of his father carrying on from the living room catches Billy’s ears, echoing his mistakes and self hatred to his step mother. A simple few minutes was all it had taken for Neil to unleash his anger and disappointment onto the eighteen-year-old. A few minutes late pulling into the driveway, the pressure of the small brunette’s lips still on his own lips and cheek which had since been replaced by the harsh sting of Neil Hargrove’s hand.

The cloth was cold against his hot face, the sting oozing away as Billy put pressure onto his cheek. Small droplets of water escaped the cloth, trailing down his jaw before falling onto the revealed portion of his chest from where he had undone a few of the buttons of his shirt.

His gaze was blurred as he pulled the cloth away from his face, the sting returning in moments along with the coldness of the air hitting the damp skin. Billy’s weak sniff sounded in his room, over the low volume from his radio that rested on his dresser. His calloused hands wiped the tears away from his eyes, blinking rapidly for a few seconds to clear his eyes of the signs of his weakness.

His eyes moved away from his own reflection to a polaroid that was stuck in the frame of the mirror, the white edges fading into a creamy yellow due to exposure to the elements from Billy’s car and wallet. With the aging of the photo, he had long since stopped carrying it with him, deciding to keep it safe in his bedroom where nothing could harm the photo.

The captured moment had been treasured by Billy since he was sixteen. Long before he had grown out his hair or gained the hardness to his expression. 

Vibrant colours assaulted Billy’s eyes as he stared at the laughing teenager he once was. His blonde hair messy and lightened under the California sun, blue eyes bright as he stared at the camera, almost matching the blue to the brand new Camaro he leaned against.

You were in his arms. You, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, were wrapped up in his arm with his jean jacket covering your arms and cropping at your hips. The bright red and white of your cheerleading uniform contrasted the beach behind the car, making you stand out in the picture.

You were leaning against Billy, not paying attention to the camera – or even noticing it, as you stared at Billy. The corners of your eyes crinkled as you laughed, pink lips revealing your teeth while your hair blew around your face as it escaped the red scrunchie you had pulled it up into for the football game you had just left.

Billy could recall each freckle on your face, each laugh line etched into your skin, if he thought hard enough. He could remember each mole on your arm and each blackhead that dotted your nose or each scar on your body from a childhood of running through the coral and clam filled ocean and climbing fences with your brother.

You had been the one good thing in Billy Hargrove’s life. The light from the moon in an endless night. You had been loved by all who met you, including his biological mother. He had found on more than one occasion you going out to breakfast with her. You had brought a smile to her face when things had started getting rough with Neil, the one who soothed her tears in the car when she left the house to drive you and Billy to school.

His life fell apart when you moved away. No one would have guessed that you had family issues if they hadn’t known you like Billy had. With a messy and expensive divorce between your parents, you ended up on the other side of the country with your mom within days of the final divorce papers.

~

“Why do you have to go?” Billy snaps, tugging his slender fingers through the mop on his head.

His shirt rode up his lean torso with the movement, earring swinging and glinting under the low light of the sunset behind him. His eyes gleaming with frustrated tears.

“She’s my mom, Billy.” You reply, sitting on the hood of his car with your legs resting on the front bumper. “She needs me.”

“I’m your boyfriend.” He responds, turning to face you fully. “I need you.”

You release a sigh, reaching up to rest your cheek on your hand. You had always known that this would be difficult. Leaving Billy was the last thing you wanted to do. You needed him as much as he needed you. With four years together, you had been almost inseparable for all of high school.

“I know Billy. But you know I’ll come back.” You tell him, catching his eye before he turned away again. “We’ve got a life we’re gonna start together. But right now, my mom needs me. Anthony already chose dad, and they’re staying here. Mom wants to go back to Maine to be with her family.”

Billy lets out a frustrated sigh. “Promise you’ll come back? You won’t just forget about me?”

“Now how could I ever forget you William Hargrove?” You ask with a laugh lacing the words. “You’re everything to me.”

You open your arms, Billy stepping between your legs as you wrap your arms around him. You rest your head against his chest, resting your eyes as you try to memorize the beat of his heart.

~

The picture was in his hand as he laid in his unmade bed. Billy’s eyes brimming with tears once more, but no longer from the pain that had faded from his skin. But rather from the heart ache that tore through his chest and the longing that raced through his veins.

He turns the photo between his fingers, your slanted yet loopy writing coating the back in black pen.

I love you Billy Hargrove. I promise you that I’ll come back home to you where we can start our little life together in California. Until then, here’s my favourite picture of us from the ’83 pep rally game. The day we promised that forever was ours. XO, Y/N.

~

The air was cold against your bare limbs despite the usually muggy air that rested around California. Your skirt flew and twirled around your thighs as you moved in a routine movement you had memorized in your freshman year.

Loud yells echoed throughout the football field in response to the few girls you were in formation with, cheering out the standard pump up call you recited to the student body of Santa Monica High.

The cheering never stopped, not even as the pep rally came to a close. Students filing out of the bleachers into the field for the after party that the teachers refused to chaperone for legal purposes. You followed the wave of students, searching for your favorite boy.

Your arms wrapped around him when he came into arms reach. Curling your limbs under the warmth of his jacket. A loud chuckle falls from his lips, his own arms caging you against his body. Your face raises upwards, lips slightly puckered and begging for a kiss.

His lips had always been soft – Billy would never admit to the chap stick that resided in the cup holder of his car to being his. He always told people that you had left it there. – When you pulled away, you gave him a smile, eyes twinkling at his.

“Oh so peppy.” Billy teases, letting a hand trail down your side to grip at your bottom, tugging at the light fabric of your skirt. “As usual.”

“As usual.” You repeat, pushing his hand away from your ass as you kiss his jaw, “I’m cold.”

“Is that you asking for my jacket?” He asks, an eyebrow quirked.

“It’s me telling you to give it to me.” You say with a grin.

With a roll of his eyes and a huff, you were wrapped in the warm denim that smelled like a signature Billy Hargrove. Spearmint, cologne and smoke. Billy wishes he could memorize the smile on your face, to have it forever in his mind.

His hand takes yours, tugging you into the school parking lot to his car.

A short drive away was the pier, meeting up with a few friends you had accumulated over the years. The beach was loud against the shore and pier. Water crashing roughly against the fading wood.

You climb out of the Camaro, reaching to tug your skirt down properly after it rode too far up your thighs in the car. The cool air hits you once more, the breeze coming up from the water praying mist along your skin.

You shove your hands into the pockets of Billy’s jackets, pushing aside the pack of cigarettes and the lighter that he kept there. Your fingers brush against a smooth, circular item in the left pocket. Your brows furrow as you look over to Billy getting out of the car. With one look over at you, he gives a simple wink. 

You pull a silver ring out of the pocket. Sterling silver and a clearly fake diamond resting in the band. You stare at Billy, holding it up with a raised eyebrow. 

Billy gives a grin, walking around to the front of the car and hopping up onto the hood. “You weren’t supposed to find that yet.” He tells you, bringing you close against his body, lips pressing against your temple.

You turn your head to face him with a smile, turning your head upwards ever so slightly to capture his lips with yours. When you pulled away from the small kiss, Billy takes the ring from your grip, holding it up to your face.

“I love you.” He tells you seriously. “And I want you to have a ring on your finger. To remind you that I’m here, and I’m going to be here when you get back to California.”

He slides the ring onto your fourth finger of your left hand, watching as you hold out your hand in front of you to get the full effect of the promise ring that was now on your hand. The smile that forms on your face catches Billy off guard. 

Your teeth barred with your tongue peaking out ever so slightly between your teeth. Your eyes were crinkled at the corners and your iris’ were shining under the fading daylight.

With a quick movement, you were pulling a chain out from between your breasts. There was an old silver ring that was dangling on it. You had bought it a few years ago when you went to a Portland flea market. It had very rarely left it’s spot between your breasts. But, here it was now, being pushed onto Billy’s fourth finger. Matching yours.

“It looks good on you.” You tell him sweetly, holding his hand with your thumb tracing and spinning the ring on his finger. “I don’t need it anymore. I only had it to remind me of Portland. But now I want you to wear it to remind you of me. Until I come back.”

Billy nods, his arms wrapping around you once more. You smile at him, skirt and hair blowing as the breeze picked up. “I’m gonna love you forever.” You tell him.

“That’s a long time, princess.” He responds, staring down at your bright eyes and large smile.

“Smile!” A friend calls, Billy turning his head with a grin already on his face.

The small flash from the small camera blinded him momentarily, but with your lips against his cheek, he hadn’t cared at all.

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Tears were falling from the corners of Billy’s eyes, landing down into his hair and onto the dirty pillow beneath his head.

The photo was in his hand, eyes trained on your laughing face. He missed you. He longed for you.

He hadn’t heard your voice in months at this point. The last time you had spoken to him was a month before he moved to Indiana. It wasn’t your fault though. Billy had never given you the new phone number to the Hargrove household.

His life had fallen apart after you left. His mother had finally left and filed for a divorce. And although she had offered Billy a place in her life, he had decided to stay with his father, since he was staying in California and his mother was leaving the state. He wanted to be in California, waiting for you when you got back.

He failed his eleventh year of school, too focused on how angry Neil had become at home. How horrible Susan was when she moved into the home Billy had grown up in. Susan had thrown his entire life off balance.

When they had announced that they were moving to Indiana, Billy went kicking and screaming. He didn’t want to leave California. He needed to stay and wait for you. You were going to come back, and he was going to be working in a mechanics shop. He was going to have a small apartment for the both of you.

That was all thrown out the moment he stepped into Hawkins.

His ring never left his finger. Your school photo stayed in his night stand. Your memory stayed with him every day. There was no doubt that you would be disappointed in him if you ever saw the way he acted, the girls he had in his bed or in the front seat of his car. You would scold him for the way he treated Max. You would tell him that none of this was her fault, that she was just like him in this entire situation. She was just someone who had been dragged into a new life, just like him.

Billy missed you.

Despite the promise of forever and always, he still found himself in the arms of other women to try to ease the longing he had for you.

Billy sets the photo down onto his nightstand, swinging himself upwards to sit up on the creaking bed. His eyes scanned the room before landing on a map book he had used to drive to Indiana during the move.

He takes it off the dresser, flipping through the index to find Indiana and Maine. He was slowly mapping the way to Maine, recalling from memory which neighbourhood was yours. He kept the book open as he reached to grab his school bag, flipping it upside down to drop the few school supplies he actually carried out of it.

His movements were quick as he moved around his room, finding a clean pair of jeans and a few new tee shirts that weren’t in a pile of dirty laundry near his closet. Billy didn’t bother folding them before shoving them into his bag. Double checking to make sure he had a full package of cigarettes in the front pocket before closing the bag.

He shuffles around, grabbing an old pair of military boots he had kept after a run at military camp from his junior year of high school. Once the frayed laces were tied around his ankles, he grabs his jean jacket, pulling it onto his body while reaching for the bag.

He tosses it over his shoulder, picking up the map book and his car keys before flicking off the light of his bedroom, door slamming shut behind him while he walked quickly down the hallway and down the stairs.

“Billy?” Susan asks from the living room, Max curled up beside the coffee table to do her homework.

He doesn’t respond to his step mother as he heads towards the door.

“Billy, where are you going?” She asks, standing up to follow him to the front door.

Once more, he doesn’t respond. He opens the door, boots thunking against the wooden porch towards his car in the driveway.

“Are you going to be back to drive me to school?” Max calls from the window, watching him toss the bag into the car.

The look he shoots her, answers her question. So she retreats from the window to the phone on the kitchen wall to ask for a ride from Steve Harrington.

Susan calls once more from the front door, her hands shaking with the fear of telling Neil that he had left without a word. That she didn’t know where he was going or how long he would be gone. That she had let him disrespect her once again.

The Camaro roars to life once Billy turns the keys in the ignition. He pushes the gears into reverse, stomping on the gas to push himself out of the driveway and swing out onto the back road that the Hargrove house was built on.

The drive was eighteen hours.

Eighteen hours of winding back roads and nearly empty highways. Trees varying in species flew past his windows, occasionally a cliff on his right would show off trickling streams down the face of stone that had been carved out for the road that wound around the cliff.

Before entering the state of Maine, there were long stretches of farm land. Empty fields of harvested corn, cows dotting certain fields, horses trotting the perimeters of their confines. Every once in a while, he would pass a pumpkin farm that was preparing itself for Halloween.

Once he was in Maine, he payed more attention to the roads he took. It was coming in on the time where schools would be let out. The sun no longer at it’s highest peak in the sky and was making it’s slow descent into the horizon.

The book rested in his lap, one finger staying on the route he was taking towards your home. Once he was on your street, he prowled down the road, eyeing the numbers on the houses until he came to yours.

There was no car in the driveway, and he pulls in front of the garage. He takes the keys out of the ignition and slides out of the car, grabbing a cigarette from the cup holder.

Billy leans against the hood of the car, lighting the smoke as he takes in the suburban home that was yours.

The house itself was a pale blue, stark white window sills and front door stood out against the blue. There was a faded white porch wrapping around the house. Grey roofing covering both the porch and house.

There was a garden beside the walkway leading to the porch. Freshly weeded with slowly dying summer plants. It screamed your mother at him. She had been a landscape architect the last time he spoke to you. She had loved to make her gardens pretty.

Billy was pulled out of his daze when another car pulls into the driveway, the top 40 hits playing loudly through the speakers.

He turns his head, seeing five silhouettes sitting in the car. The front passenger door opens, and you step out of the hideous brown, dated car.

Your hair was pulled up into a ponytail, a few strands framing your face. Your lips were a glossy pink and your eyes shone bright under the early autumn afternoon sun. You had a pale pink blouse tucked into high waisted jeans, the bottoms rolled up to show off the gold anklet, the little dolphin resting over your canvas shoes.

Your head turns to him, hair swinging behind you as you close the car door.

Your eyes were wide, lips slightly parted as you took in the dishevelled Californian. His mullet curled and sticking out behind him, clothes wrinkled from being in the car for so long. A cigarette dangling from his lean fingers.

Once your eyes meet his, you know exactly who he is with no question. There was no room for doubt.

“Billy?” You ask, a smirk growing on his tired face.

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Who You See

Pairings/Characters: Billy Hargrove x Reader, Max, OC Teachers Warnings: Angst, attempted sexual assault, swearing, safe sex, Billy beating some dude’s ass, oral sex (fr), Billy’s abusive dad Summary: After a bad night, Billy tries to break up with you. Word Count: 3k+ A/N: This is my first Billy fic, let me know what you think! Billy tags are open now 😊

The school bell had rung, and everyone had walked out of the classroom filled with educational posters and diagrams. Chatter filled the room and suddenly, your teacher knocked on your desk.

“Bell has rung, Y/N.” He smiles, empty mug in his hand.

“Well, would it be okay if I stayed in here for a little longer? I have to study for this chem test.” He stood there for a moment deciding.

“I guess,” He chuckles, “I’ll close the door so it’s a little quiet for you, okay?” You nodded, “Okay. See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He walked towards the door and stopped in his tracks to greet someone by the door, “Mr. Hargrove.”

“Sir.” He replied. Mr. Howard looked back at you and you nodded implying you would take care of the situation before he walked out with a smile. Billy walked towards you with a toothpick placed between his lips and stopped by your desk, “I need help with studying trig, think you can help out?” You walked from your desk and stood in front of his before leaning up and placing a kiss on his lips.

“Sure.”

Billy Hargrove was a man of many faces. One face he showed everyone, another to his family, and his real face was only for your viewing. To everyone else Billy Hargrove was tough and almost cool enough to be the King of the entire school but to you Billy was the one who urged you to better than you ever did. He helped you study and learn even if he couldn’t understand it himself. Sometimes he’d get insecure and be so out of himself he’d just lay himself on your shoulder and sigh at the sight of you. Some days he’d need rough kisses to forget who he was but most days he would leave chaste kisses on your body as he reminded you how much he cared for you. You’d promised that you’d stay no matter what.

“What are you even doing in here? It’s lunch time, you nerd.” He laughs, tracing his fingers on your books.

“Studying for the chem test?”

“Shit, completely forgot about that, can you help me with that too?” You giggled and grabbed your books off the table, “Let me carry those.” You pulled your books away and you shook your head.

“These are my books, carry your own.” You kissed him, “You didn’t even have to ask.” He grabbed your hand, kissed your temple and led you out of the classroom, closing the door behind you both.

You were considered the ‘odd’ couple of Hawkins High since A. You both weren’t entirely fond of each other when you first met; B. Billy wasn’t exactly the commitment type, and C. What would good little Y/N be doing with a guy like Billy Hargrove? Some people couldn’t understand and that was okay because it wasn’t their relationship, it was yours. Like every day at Hawkins High School, you received weird stares and envious glares, but Billy just held your hand tighter and pulled you closer. You wished people knew the Billy you knew because he was nothing but kind and caring but you knew the reason why he was the way he is. He’d opened up to other people before and he was taken advantage of and on top of that, his relationship with his father wasn’t exactly the greatest. It was nothing short of terrible.

You first met Billy during his first time roaming the halls of Hawkins High. Being your clumsy self, you were late for class and bumped into him.’

“Goddamn it, this is going to lower my attendance.” You spoke to yourself. You looked at your side and clipped your bag shut. You suddenly bumped into a hard body, making you fall to the ground.

“Hey there, Squirt.” You rolled your eyes at him as he helped you up.

“Squirt yourself, dude.” He scoffed and stood in front of you.

“I’m Billy, new here, don’t know where the hell I’m going, I’m feeling like an airhead.” You sighed.

“Well, where are you headed?”

“English with Miss Radford.” You took the paper in his hand to make sure he had the room right.

“Come with me.”

“You don’t have to take me to class, I’m not three.” You rolled your eyes.

“How about you chill because we’re going to the same place?” Billy laughed nervously. He had never really felt like this before, to be told what to do by a girl. He found out quite attractive that someone was putting him in his place but of course, he had a reputation to uphold. When you arrived to the classroom, you opened the door and at the same time, you and Billy tried to get through the door, in turn, made you stuck which fuelled your annoyance with this stranger even more. You groaned as laughter filled the air.

“Miss Y/L/N, it’s nice of you to show up and you’ve brought a friend.” Miss Radford says, pushing up her glasses, “Introduce yourself, Mr…”

“Hargrove.”

“Mr. Hargrove.”

“I’m Billy, moved here from California,” You watched as the other girls fawned over the blonde-haired man with hungry eyes, “and I’m going to make that girl,” He points at you, “fall in love with me.” You stood up from your seat.

“You’re a fucking hoser!” Gasps commenced as he laughed at you. Miss Radford was wide-eyed, while Billy blew a kiss at you.

“Y/N, you’ve earned yourself a trip to the principal.”

“But-”

“Go.” You walk to her desk and grab the office slip from her hand, beginning the walk of shame to the principal’s office.

By lunch time, you were at peace although you were given a warning by the principal which seemed to be the cherry on top of your sundae; today was not your day. You sat inside the library checking out some books for your biology class when suddenly someone sat in front of you at the table.

“’Sup.”

“Why do you hate me?” You groan, looking up at the ceiling like there was some God watching you suffer.

“I don’t, I just like to annoy you.”

“I can tell, it’s your first day and you’ve already pissed someone off.” You looked back down at your book, reading on. He sat there tapping his nails on the wooden table and suddenly, you slammed your book shut and looked up at him, “Can I help you?”

“You can actually, I’m new here-”

“No shit.” He laughed.

“I need someone to show me around.”

“Well, can you find one of the freshmen to do it because I’m kinda busy.” You picked up your books and walked out the library doors, only to be followed by him.  He started walking beside you.

“See, the thing is, I don’t like the freshmen, they’re annoying little narbos but you,” he puts his arm around you, “I like you.” People started staring at you as soon as his arm landed on your shoulder.

“Find yourself a bimbette who’d be interested.” You shrugged off his arm and began walking away from him, leaving him stranded in the hallways by himself.

When the clock struck three, you made your way out the doors of the school and towards the alleyway home. You felt a presence following you but shrugged it off as rats being chased by stray cats. Suddenly, you were pushed onto the alleyway wall. You dropped your bag and books to the wall as a boy began to tear off your jumper. As quick as he grabbed you, he was pushed off of you with a force, making him fly a few metres away from you. On top of your attacker hovered a jean-jacketed, blonde-haired man, his fist drove into the guy’s face and you ran over to pull him off.

“Billy! Stop it, Billy! You’re gonna kill him!” He fell on you as you pulled him back. He panted, and he helped you up, pulling you close to him.

“Let’s go.” You stared at the guy on the ground, groaning and spitting out blood on the floor, “Y/N, let’s go!” You ran towards him to catch up with his quick strut. Mindlessly, you ended up in his car. You clutched on your jacket and tried to breathe, “Are you okay?” You nodded, “Y/N.”

“I- I don’t know what happened- He- He just came out of nowhere…”

“We have to wait for Max but I’m driving you home, okay?” You nodded.

“Max?” You questioned.

“My stepdad’s kid.” You flinched when the back-passenger door opened.

“Who’s this?” The redheaded girl asked with curiosity, “You know dad won’t let her in the house-”

“Shut the fuck up and get in the damn car, Max.”

“Don’t speak to her like that!” You snapped, “She’s your sister!” He scoffed, and you noticed his knuckles turn white on the steering wheel as he turned the engine on.

“That’s bullshit, she’s not my fucking sister.”

“Billy, whether you like it or not, Max is your sister, she’s a part of your family, even if it isn’t by blood, so don’t speak to her like that.” You looked up at the rear-view mirror and watched the sides of Max’s mouth widen into a smile, a sign that not one person had stuck up for her before.

“Whatever.”

“Max, I’m Y/N.” You turned in your seat and held a hand out to Max. She shook it and smiled, mouthing a ‘thank you’. You looked down at her feet, noticing a skateboard, “You ride?”

“Yeah, you?”

“I did when I was your age.” Billy found himself with wide eyes, unexpected of a girl like you, “You know what, I kept my board, it just needs a change of wheels but maybe we can ride to school together some time?” She nodded.

“Sure.” You turned back to watch where Billy was going and pointed him in the right direction to your house. Soon enough, Billy pulled up to your house and you opened the passenger door, grabbing your bag and books. You got out and peeked your head in the window.

“Thank you, Billy.” He nodded, his stare straight ahead, hand on the steering wheel. You turned your head to Max, “Will you let me know if your brother gives you any trouble?” Max nodded and smiled at you, waving goodbye as the engine of Billy’s car revved away.

At two am, your head was spinning from all the studying and you were starting to fall asleep when you heard a knock at your bedroom window. You saw a silhouette of a person but not a face. Out of your bedside table drawer, you grabbed a bottle of pepper spray. The light knocking continued and once you opened your window, Billy stumbled into your room.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me.” You clutched at your night gown, “What are you doing here, you zeek?” He stood up from the ground and in the light of your room, you saw the bruises on his face and the tears that ran from his eyes, “Holy shit, are you okay?” You put your hands on his shoulder and led him to the bed, sitting him down, “Who did this to you, Billy?” He sat there in silence, “Okay, um, just let me go get the first aid kit.” When you turned to walk towards your door, Billy pulled you back to him, his head crashing with your stomach, his arms wrapping around your waist. You felt him start to sob, “God, Billy, what happened? Who did this to you?” Your hands stroked his hair and rubbed his back. You felt oddly close to this man who you’d met earlier that day but somehow you also felt like this guy had never really let people see him like this and kept it all bottled up. After a few minutes of calming him down, he let go of you, letting you sit beside him.

“My dad.” He whispers.

“What?”

‘My dad, he did this to me. It- it happens a lot.” He stammers.

“Jesus.”

“Y/N, I have nowhere else to go around here and I don’t wanna go back there.” You stood up and faced him, confused, “One night, Y/N.”

“One night?” It took you a minute to catch on to his suggestion, “Here!?” He nodded. Your arms were folded, and you thought about it for a second. It wouldn’t be too bad, and you were helping someone out. You sighed, “One night, Hargrove and you’re not staying in my bed with those clothes on.” He chuckled.

“You want me to sleep naked in your bed?”

“No, you moron, I’m getting you some clothes from the spare closet.” You giggled. That night Billy had never felt safer. He felt warmth and care, something hadn’t felt in a long time.

Since that night, Billy kept you close and cared for you until one day he admitted to you that he had, in fact, liked you. Now, ten months on, he still felt the same feelings for you, but he felt like his home problems were getting in the way. He was a changed man, to say the least, he was kinder to Max, he kept his anger intact, he wasn’t a player but the only thing that hadn’t changed was the way his father treated him. He turned up at your window like every other time. He entered your room with wet eyes and bruises on the sides of his mouth.

“You could’ve used the front door, mom and dad are away for the week.” You turned around and saw his state, “Jesus-”

“We need to break up.” He choked.

“What?” You walked towards him, “Why?”

“Because we do, Y/N!”

“I- I don’t understand, what did I do?” You caressed his cheek and forced him to look at you.

“It’s not you… Y/N, I’m- Just- My life is fucked up! I’m fucking up your life!”

“No, no, no, baby, no, that’s not true, you’ve- you’ve made my life so much better! Billy, please.” You leaned up and kissed the tears away from his cheek.

“I’m so fucked up, I don’t understand how you can be with me.”

“Because I love you.” You cried. He looked up at you. It was the first time you had said it.

“You what?”

“I love you so goddamn much, Billy Hargrove, I don’t care what you were like in the past because I can see you changing and I am so fucking sprung up on you and I just-” He stops you midsentence and crashes his lips onto yours. He slides his hands under your thighs and carries you to the bed, laying you down gently. His hands travel up your thigh and up your waist, your night gown rising up. You stopped for a minute to throw your night gown off. You quickly threw off his jacket and t-shirt and he began kissing down your body. He left a trail of wet kisses on your bra covered breasts, down your stomach and just above the waistline of your panties, making you buck your hips. He kissed your covered clit which made you buck your hips onto his mouth as your hands gripped his blonde hair. Your bra strap had fallen down your arm as his fingers tangled themselves on the sides of your panties and pulled them off in a quick move. You shuddered when the cold air hit your pussy. He placed his mouth around the hardened nub, making you gasp and bite your bottom lip. Your hands tugged his hair tightly when a finger entered your wet entrance. You arched your back as he pushed his finger in and out, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, while his moth continued its assault on your clit. You bit back a moan when he added a second finger, going in and out with a come-hither motion faster, “Billy! Oh god!” He could feel you getting close and stopped, climbing up your body with his wet fingers. He looked you dead in the eyes and sucked off your wetness off of his fingers. If anything, that only made you wetter. You pushed his lips onto yours, his hands now gripping your hips tightly. You sat up and grabbed a condom from your bedside drawer and feverishly started taking off Billy’s belt. You unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. You stroked him slowly, making him tilt his head back while he was on his knees on you bed. His mouth was agape, and his eyes were rolled back in pleasure. Suddenly, he pushed you down to the bed, took off his pants and rolled the condom on his shaft. He hovered over you and kissed your lips.

“You ready?” You nodded.

“Yes.” The head of his cock teased your pussy before fully sheathing himself inside of you.            

“Fuck, y-you are so good to me.” Your hands held onto his biceps tightly as he snapped his hips into you.

“Oh fuck- O-oh fuck, Billy!”

“I know, baby.” He rested his forehead onto yours and leaned down to kiss you. You dug your fingers into his biceps as he thrusted faster and harder into you, “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Me- Me too!” The pace of his thrusts were beginning to slow and become erratic as both of your climax begin to approach.

“Cum for me, cum for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck!” Waves of electricity crashed throughout your body as you came, clenching on his cock, his orgasm following after yours.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” He chants, his hips going tense and still before rolling off of you and putting the condom in the bin. He covers himself again in your bed sheets, pulling you closer. He pulls you in for a kiss and smiles, his hand moving your hair out of the way, “Do you mean it?”

“What?”

“That you love me?” You nodded and kissed him.

“Completely and utterly sprung on you, Hargrove.” He kissed you once again before chuckling.

“I told that entire English class that I’d do it.”

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