I'm 19 years old. My birthday is 11th December 2006. I love Guns N' Roses, Motley Crue and Bon jovi. I also love the lost boys 1987: David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko. I love David Bowie. I love them to pieces and I love them 3000❤️💜💖💕. I love Billy Hargrove, stranger things. I love the film Labyrinth which has David Bowie in it.
Author's Note: Literally thought of this whole thing as I was falling asleep and making myself laugh, never thought I would remember any of it when I woke up, or even if it was actually funny, but here you go
Somehow this ended up WAY longer than I originally planned as I clearly never know when to shut up about this man
Summery: You agree to go out with Billy and it ends up being the date from hell, but he convinces you to give him another chance
Warnings: 18+ only!! MINORS DNI, Smut, language, alcohol use, kissing, p in v, car sex, Billy being Billy but also soft
My Masterlist in case you need more Billy
Divider by @cafekitsune
Billy had only been in Hawkins for five months when he saw you walking down the hall like you owned the place. Hair so beautiful, like something out of a damn shampoo commercial, bouncing perfectly with every step you took. Shortest dress he'd ever seen, falling off one shoulder, the lightest cream color and these sexy as fuck suede knee high boots, hugging your calves perfectly. You looked like you belonged more in a porno than in Hawkins, Indiana. At least in Billy's eyes.
Leaning against some random kid's locker, unlit cigarette dangling from between his lips, saving it for later. Sometimes just the act of having it in his mouth fools his body, alleviating the need for nicotine until school lets out. Blue eyes trail up and down your curves and just for a fraction of a second your eyes meet, then you blow right past him without a second glance.
Watches as you disappear into the crowd as the final warning bell goes off, him just staying put for a few more seconds, not wanting the view to end.
"Who the fuck was that?"
Mumbles around his cigarette. Tommy says your name. Carol interrupts saying you were a nerd and spent your lunches at the library, annoying cackling coming past her lips. Billy knows what she's saying, basically telling him that you're not cool enough for them and he shouldn't bother wasting his time being interested in you.
But since when did Billy give two shits about what Tommy or Carol thought, or anyone else for that matter.
His blue eyes were set on you.
Little did Billy know, you certainly didn't feel like you were anything special. Walking down the hall just now while he was staring, well the only thing on your mind was to get through the crowd, and fast. The hallways of Hawkins High were almost as bad as gym class and you really didn't want to draw any attention to yourself. Just wanted to get your books and get to class and go through the motions of your boring day.
Yeah, of course you had friends, good friends even, but you were anything but popular and well, Billy Hargrove... he was completely out of your league, so why even bother engaging in that fantasy. You basically did your best to avoid him and his entourage at all costs.
The next time Billy sees you it's outside after school. He's leaning back against his Camaro with the same group of lackeys. He perks up, watching you walking toward the bus stop, sun shining off your lip gloss, books clutched close to your body, but not close enough that he can't watch your titties bouncing pretty under the fabric of your dress. The bottom hem fluttering soft in the breeze, showing off more thigh than you had the right to in the middle of his day. Practically giving him a boner just watching you walk.
Flicks his cigarette then struts right up to you, cutting you off on your path. You stumble back slightly, confused, and before you even have time to think, he's leaning down quick, wrapping an arm around your bare thighs and hoisting you up over one of his shoulders. Carrying you over a few feet to a large oak tree, like this is no big deal, and he does it everyday.
"Wait! Wha... !"
You yelp, books falling out of your arms and scattering across the parking lot. You hear some random kids laughing, others look on a little confused. Then you hear someone whistle and you're pretty sure it was Tommy Hagen because following that are the unmistakable sounds of Carol and Tina laughing, like they just said something rude about you. At least that's where your mind goes.
You're desperately trying to pull your dress down to cover your butt from your awkward position over Billy's broad back. Hoping to god the whole school didn't just get a good look at your panties.
The rough bark of the tree bites through the cotton of your dress once Billy props you against it, but you barely feel a thing because suddenly Billy's pretty face is only inches from yours. Instantly the smell of cigarettes and leather fills your head. Maybe hairspray too, you can't tell for sure. All you know is that it makes you feel a little dizzy... or maybe that's just because you were pretty much upside down a second ago. He's got this big grin on his face and you just stare at him blinking, completely and utterly confused.
"Hi."
He says, all deep and smooth and your mind goes blank.
"Um... hi?"
You practically whisper, glancing around the parking lot nervously. From embarrassment yes, but maybe you're looking for someone to help you, you haven't decided yet.
"How 'bout you and me... Friday night... say... 8'oclock?"
He's still smirking and you're even more confused now. Either this is a dare or he's confusing you with someone else entirely.
"What?"
You ask, utterly dumbfounded.
He chuckles soft, his warm breath hitting your face and you get this tingle in your low belly, imaging for a quick second what kissing him might feel like.
He's got one arm planted beside your head, fingers splayed out flat against the tree, the other hand is fiddling with his belt, and you wonder if maybe he's nervous. But this is Billy Hargrove for fuck's sake. No way are YOU making HIM nervous.
"I think you know what I'm asking, princess."
He smiles, all white, shiny, perfect teeth and for a split second you can totally see him selling toothpaste on tv.
"Is this usually how you ask girls on dates?"
You say flatly, and he laughs like you just told him the greatest joke.
"Nah, but you've been dodging me all day. Thought maybe I needed to do something to get the prettiest girl at Hawkins High's attention."
He gives you a mock little pout.
Billy Hargrove wanting your attention AND calling you the prettiest girl in school was probably the weirdest thing you've ever heard in your entire life. You side eye your books, which are still laid out over the asphalt, students walking right over them like they're not even there. You're wondering if maybe you're dreaming and in a second your alarm will go off and wake you up from whatever the hell is happening right now.
"Um... I mean... I... I guess?"
You say. Every answer you give more like a question because truth was, you were waiting for the punch line. Waiting for Carol and Tina to cackle again, or for Billy to laugh in your face, but he doesn't.
"8 o'clock then."
He purrs, voice dropping even lower, very deep and stupidly sexy.
"8 o'clock?"
You say in the form a question again and you hope he doesn't think you're an idiot. He's just smiling at you, chomping slowly on a piece of gum that seems to have suddenly appeared out of no where. He's looking at you like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen. You watch his ocean blue eyes look down at your mouth, then flick back up to your eyes and that's when you notice how pretty and long his eyelashes are. You swallow a little too noisily, probably looking a little too much like a scared rabbit right now, but he just keeps smiling at you and you feel a little self conscious, wondering if you have your lunch stuck in your teeth or something.
He doesn't budge, just sort of leans there, lingering with that shit eating grin. Then he finally straightens up, giving you a wink before walking back over to his car and his friends, leaving you to pick up your books off the ground yourself.
When Friday night arrives you can hear the Camaro from a few blocks away, long before Billy even pulls into your driveway. It's loud and stands out against the usual quiet streets you've known your whole life. When your door bell finally rings, you open the door embarrassingly fast, practically tripping over yourself.
"Hi!"
You huff, sort of out of breath from running down the stairs so quickly.
"Hey there, angel."
He purrs and of course he looks like a movie star. Wearing a red, short sleeved shirt, with all but two of the bottom buttons undone, showing off his flawless body. Brown leather jacket and tight jeans. Basically the usual Billy attire, but somehow even sexier when the sun goes down. He looks more playful and less angry than when you see him in the hallways in school. His deep blue eyes sparkle under your flickering porch light. One lone curl sitting pretty against his forehead and you can't help but wonder if that's natural or if he curls it that way.
His gaze travels from your pretty face, then shamelessly to your boobs, lingering on the way your outfit hugs you in all the right places.
"Mmm, you look good enough to eat, baby."
He hums, ogling you hungrily, making you smile awkwardly, both completely embarrassed and nervous at the exact same time. You're still trying to figure out why THE Billy Hargrove is standing outside your door right now, basically telling you he wants to eat you.
You're really happy though, because this was literally the fifth outfit you tried on tonight. Finally settling on a simple black skirt and top that showed just enough cleavage, but not too much, despite his leering. You spent way too much time on your hair and makeup than you normally ever would, but you've seen the girls he's dated, and well, you wanted to at least try and look the part.
"Thanks. So do you. I mean... you look nice."
You say, feeling stupid for some reason.
"You ready, pretty girl?"
He asks and a heat fills your cheeks at the thought of actually getting into his car... THE car and you wonder if he would notice if you run back inside and hide under your bed. Probably.
He turns back towards the waiting Camaro, which you just realize is still running. Your nerves pretty much blocking out any and all sounds around you at the moment. Then you suddenly remember.
"Oh... sorry, but you have to meet my mom first."
You say, grabbing his bicep and your heart skips a beat when you feel how big and hard it is. Honestly you're not sure how you're going to get through tonight without fainting at some point.
You see his face fall at the mention of meeting your mom, but it's quick. He lets out this little laugh, more forced then you're used to hearing.
"Your mom, huh?"
He says, and you can tell by the way he says it that he's slightly aggravated.
Truth was Billy's familiar with the drill. Since moving to Hawkins he's played this game a thousand times with many different girls, knows exactly how to get moms to fall in love with him, but it gets old fast. Hawkins, Indiana is very different from San Diego, California. In Cali girls were more wild, less... goody two shoes.
"Yeah, I know... I'm sorry. She just gets a little weird about anyone who takes me out."
You say, giving an uneasy little smile.
"Alrighty. Lead the way."
He says flatly and you show him inside.
Seeing Billy standing there in your kitchen, leaning against the same counter where you eat your cereal in the morning is the strangest feeling. Of course everything about tonight feels strange. You're just so used to seeing him in the halls at school. For some reason he looks too big and too pretty for your tiny, dated kitchen.
"Mom, this is Billy... Billy... this is my mom."
You introduce them.
He smiles a dazzling smile at your mom, who kind of looks taken aback and smiles in a way you've never seen her smile before, showing more teeth than you're used to.
"No! This can't be your mother. I would have guessed you were sisters. You didn't tell me your mother was such a beauty.
He hums and your mom literally starts giggling like a teenager.
You open and close your mouth like you want to say something, but no words come out, not exactly knowing how to respond to that.
You watch as he takes her hand in his, holding it a little too long in your opinion, then resting his opposite hand on top of hers, making her smile in that weird way again and honestly you've never seen an 18 year old shake hands like that before.
"What a pleasure to finally meet you."
He says, voice smooth as honey, making your eyebrows go up at the way he can drop his voice an octave or two in a heartbeat. Saying it as if you had been telling him all about your mom for years, and not only just mentioning her for the first time a few seconds ago on the front porch.
He's practically purring at her, making her laugh weirdly after complimenting the sparkle in her eyes. Do you mom's eyes even sparkle? You've never noticed, so you squint hard, trying to really get a good look at them in the bright overhead light. You're pretty sure they most certainly DO NOT sparkle.
You catch his eye for a split second and you mouth: "Are you serious?"
But Billy doesn't even react, big smile plastered solid on his handsome face. You can't help but stand there frozen, watching as your date clearly seems to be either coming on to your mom or doing a pretty amazing acting job. Has her wrapped around his little finger, nodding along to everything he says... and is she blushing? She's blushing, her cheeks are literally heating up, you can just tell.
You're just standing there awkwardly suddenly feeling like a third wheel in your own kitchen.
(He says your name) "Has told me you make a mean lasagna."
He says and your eyebrows furrow dramatically. You most certainly did not tell him that. You stand there dumbfounded watching him charm your mom and if you weren't here you wouldn't be surprised if in a few days he was your new step dad.
"Oh, well... I haven't made one in years... did you tell him that, sweetheart?"
Your mom giggles again, talking to you but not even looking in your direction. Her eyes planted solid on Billy’s pretty face.
"I love lasagna, maybe sometime I can stop by and have a taste of yours.”
He purrs and finally you've had enough of his little performance. At least you hope that's what this is and he's not falling in love. Either that or he's looking for a free dinner.
"Okay, Mr. Charmer.... I think that's enough."
You whisper to him, grabbing him by the arm.
"We gotta go mom, the movie... we don't want to be late."
You give a little awkward laugh and guide him to the front door.
"Okay honey! Have fun you two! So nice to meet you Billy. Hope to see you again real soon."
Your mom says, walking you both to the front door. You give her a look, but she's too busy watching Billy's ass to see the annoyed face you're making at her.
"I'll see you around."
Billy says to your mom, as you're pushing him out the door.
You don't say anything about what just happened, assuming that's just Billy's way of making mom's trust him, at least you hope so, but god it was a little cringe.
Truth was the air feels so cool and nice against your overheated skin, making you smile, that everything that just happened was kind of already forgotten. You're too excited and can't wait to see what Billy has planned for you two tonight.
Your still smiling, standing by the passenger side door waiting for Billy to come and open it for you, like most of the guys you've been out with usually do. But he just walks straight over to the driver's side like you don't exist, leaving you still standing outside waiting like an idiot.
Doesn't even glance in your direction, just slides right into the driver's seat, immediately fidgeting with the rear view mirror, running his fingers through his curls, smiling at himself, even giving himself a quick wink, which, in your opinion is ridiculous.
You huff slightly when you finally climb inside, slamming the heavy door a little harder than you needed to. To be honest you're a little pissed off that he treated your mom better than he's treating you so far.
The second you close the door the intense smell hits you. Pot and way too much cologne, you cough softly.
"Save the pieces."
He snaps, referring to the way you slammed the door of his precious blue baby. His gaze dropping shamelessly to your tits as you fiddle with the seat belt, which seems to be stuck down between the seat and the door, like maybe no one has ever used it before.
You're still busy trying to pry it up when he shifts into gear, slamming his foot on the gas, tires spitting up gravel, peeling out from your driveway so hard and fast that your whole body pins back against the leather seat. Heavy metal music blasts from the speakers so loud you can feel the vibrations throughout your entire body, making your teeth rattle and your head instantly hurt. You give up trying to get the seat belt to work and grip the sides of your seat with both hands and hope for the best.
The roar of the engine finally settles as Billy pulls into the movie theater parking lot, but the adrenaline is still humming in your veins. You practically have to pull your fingernails out from the leather of your seat, you were holding on so tight. Billy flying like lightning through the dark streets was something way more terrifying than you're used to. Small town boys basically had to borrow their dad's car to take you on a date, or they have second hand shit boxes as their first ride, not sexy, super fast muscle cars and a death wish.
He gets out all slow, strutting off towards the doors without so much as a glance back at you. You get out quickly, following behind, trying to catch up to him and you’re really glad you didn't wear heels like you were going to. He doesn't hold the door open for you, just goes inside, leaving you to grab it before it closes in your face.
Instantly the smell of buttered popcorn fills your head and you realize how hungry you are. You haven't eaten since breakfast and you were kind of hoping Billy would take you out to dinner before the movie, but here you are.
You stop and watch as he moves through the lobby like he's walking a red carpet. Faces you recognize from school are here. Everyone parting like the red sea so he can walk to the middle of a group that you know all too well. Same people you try to avoid everyday at school. You feel a flush of warmth rushing to your face. You thought this was a date, but you suddenly realize it's more of a... group thing.
You recognize Carol. She stops mid chew, gum snapping loudly as she gives you a slow, judgy once over. Her eyes lingering on your outfit, then she looks back at Billy with a smirk. Like she's mentally calculating how long it would take to steal him from you... even though you're pretty sure she's dating Tommy. When she's looking at Billy it's kind of hard to tell if her and Tommy are that serious. Of course everyone seems to look at Billy that way. Like they want to take a bite.
When she turns away you look down at your clothes, smoothing over your skirt and thinking maybe you made the wrong choice and should have gone with the red skirt instead of the black one you're wearing.
You stand there and watch Billy. He seems to thrive on the attention. But you also notice that when he laughs it's not with his eyes. In a weird way it looks like he's putting on a show and you wonder how no one else notices.
You walk over by the concession stand, nervously playing with the hem of your skirt. The feeling of being an outsider is a heavy sinking feeling in the pit of your belly and really all you want right now is a Diet Coke. And, of course, maybe a moment alone with your date, but you don't see that happening any time soon.
You look towards him, expecting him to loop back over to you, offer you... I don't know, maybe some candy or a soda? But he's laughing loud at something someone said, Tommy's arm draped over his shoulder and they start heading towards the darkened theater without you. It's very clear, the crowd is Billy's natural habitat, and it feels like he's simply drifted into the current and here you are left trailing behind, feeling a little lost. You're starting to wonder why he wanted you here at all.
You breathe out slowly, shaking off the feeling of being invisible and follow them all into the air conditioned darkness.
Once inside, it’s chaotic. The floor disgustingly sticky and everything smells weirdly of feet. Up ahead you see the back of Billy's shirt for a moment before he disappears into the crowd again, leaving you navigating through the dark.
You're brushing past people, trying to see in the darkness when you finally catch sight of him again. He's stopped and standing at the end of an aisle looking at you like you're taking too long. As if your slow pace is like some kind of personal affront to his busy schedule.
"You get lost or somethin'?"
He huffs when you finally meet up with him. You immediately get this sinking feeling when you realize you're going to be sitting right next to Tommy. He's so annoyingly loud and obnoxious and you wonder how Billy can like any of these people. Honestly you're not even sure if he does or if he's just going through the motions.
Tommy is already mid laugh and leaning into your personal space when you settle into your seat. Billy plopping down in the seat to your right, sandwiching you between the two of them. Billy's motorcycle boots instantly plopping onto the back of the seat in front of him. His arm drapes casually over the back of your chair and you notice how nice he smells.
The movie hasn't even begun and the theater is deafening. Everyone of his friends is so loud you can't hear yourself think. Popcorn is flying past your face and all you can hear is the obnoxious laughing of Tina at the end of the row. You glance at Billy and he seems like he's in his own world. Leaning way back in his seat like he's ready to take a nap, eyes glassy and bored and you wonder if he's high.
His head tilts slightly towards you, little smirk on his lips.
"You good?"
He murmurs, sleepily.
"Actually... I'm a little thirst..."
You start to say, and before you can finish your sentence, just as the words leave your lips, the lights dim dramatically and the screen flickers. Billy shifts and turns his attention to the previews playing. The theater suddenly reasonably quiet and you turn and focus on the screen as well, trying to ignore how dry your throat feels.
You should have known that a movie with the title "Porky's Revenge" would be something that wasn't exactly your thing. It's not that you're a prude, you're most definitely not. You like a dumb comedy as much as anyone else. It's just sitting here with this particular group of people, especially the guys, while tits bounce around on screen isn't necessarily your idea of a good time. The movie isn't even funny, but you laugh anyway just to fit in.
Your heart starts hammering when you feel a sudden heavy warmth settling against the side of your boob and for half a second you wonder if it's Tommy.
Billy's large hand plants itself on you, full on cupping your tit, giving it a soft squeeze.
You side eye over to your left, hoping no one is watching and through the blur of flickering lights, you can just make out the back of Tommy's head. Him and Carol swapping spit disgustingly right next to you.
Billy's still looking straight ahead like he's really interested in what's going on on screen, but his fingers are suddenly moving slowly down to the hem of your top, trying to slip his hand underneath.
You panic and bolt upright in your seat a little too quickly, knocking Billy's hand off you and causing your elbow to bash into the back of Tommy's big head.
Both Tommy and Carol turn towards you, brows furrowed, clearly completely annoyed that you interrupted their make out session.
"What the fuck."
You think you hear Carol say, watching her mouth move, but the movie is too loud to really know for sure. You notice the gum she was chewing earlier is now in Tommy's mouth.
"Sorry."
You mumble, settling back in your seat.
You glance over at Billy, his arms now folded tight across his chest. He doesn't look at you, just keeps watching the stupid movie, but you can see it on his face, he's definitely pissed off or maybe he’s high… it was hard to tell.
The silence between you both on the ride home is suffocating. The only sound coming from the bass of the heavy metal playing the same stupid song that was playing before you two drove up to the theater. So deep it vibrates through the floorboards and into your bones all over again.
Billy just stares straight ahead and every few seconds you see the muscles in his jaw flex.
You turn and stare out the window at the passing shadow of trees wondering what the hell all the girls in school are going on about when it comes to Billy.
Everyone treats him like some sort of god and after tonight you just don't get it. He was nothing but rude and basically ignored you the entire night, more interested in his loser friends than in you. Then he actually had the balls to get all bitchy when you wouldn't let him under your shirt.
Truth was... this was the worst date of your entire life.
By Monday morning you were prepared for the worst, a heavy sense of dread ruining the rest of your weekend, making your stomach knot every time you thought about coming back to school.
You manage to navigate the parking lot near the main entrance with a tactical sort of precision. Sidestepping it entirely to avoid the Camaro and the crowd of admirers that orbit it like planets orbit around the sun. You just want to get to your locker, grab your books and disappear into the normalcy of your day without any major drama.
But as you round the corner, there he is.
Billy's casually leaning against your locker, looking as gorgeous as ever. Wearing a tight white t-shirt and tight fitting jeans. Cigarette sitting snug behind his ear, like he's James Dean or some shit. There's even a stream of sunlight pouring through the skylight, hitting softly against his tan skin, making him literally glisten and the whole scene just makes you want to burst into flames.
A pretty blonde girl, cheerleader type, is practically tripping over herself to get his attention, but he's not even glancing in her direction. She huffs and walks off with her friends with this kind of pathetic look on her face and you almost feel sorry for her.
The moment his blue eyes lock onto yours, the tension in your shoulders tightens. Bracing yourself for whatever shit he's about to throw your way, but then he smirks in that handsome, casual way. It's completely infuriating that he looks so good right now when all you want to do is slap him.
"Hey there, pretty girl."
His voice yummy, this honey smooth tone. Sounds almost happy to see you and your utterly confused. You instinctively glance to your left and then to your right because he clearly cannot be talking to you right now... not after that mess of a night.
"Um... hey?"
You say, your voice sounding more uncertain than you wanted. You try to keep your expression neutral, but you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You're caught between wanting to scream at him for everything that happened and forgive him because... well... he's gorgeous and just like everyone else, you get immediately pulled right back into his orbit whenever he flashes those baby blues.
You squeeze past his thick body to open your locker. He doesn't miss the way you avoid his gaze, or the clipped way you responded. He’s so used to girls practically melting into a puddle just being this close to him, your coldness like a splash of ice water to his ego, but he doesn't let it show.
His hand comes up and rests on the locker door after you've gotten your things, boxing you in between him and the metal.
"You good?"
He asks, breath hitting your face and you make a promise to yourself not to get distracted by how delicious he smells.
You push past him, your shoulder hitting against his chest.
“No, Billy... I'm not GOOD."
You snap.
Billy’s smirk falters, just for a fraction of a second. He isn't used to being yelled at, especially not in the middle of the hallway in a school that calls him King.
“Yeah, and why not?"
He says, low and deep, mouth closing tight.
"Why not? Well... for one... you walk around this school like you're god's gift to women."
You say, the words coming out all heated. You've been playing this moment over and over all weekend in your mind, and now everything just spills from your lips. To be honest it feels a little out of your control.
"You were nothing but rude to me the entire night, Billy!"
You add.
“You serious right now?”
He asks, and it kind of sounds like he's the one offended.
“Yes! Yes I’m serious!”
You say.
“Come on, baby... wasn’t THAT bad."
He chuckles.
“Wasn’t that bad… okay, okay… where do I begin. Oh yeah, let’s start with the fact that you started our date by flirting with my mother!”
Billy’s jaw tightens so hard you can almost hear the bone click, a hard muscle jumping in his cheek. His ocean eyes getting darker by the second, flashing with a sudden sharp heat and you wonder if he's getting ready to punch something.
“I was being polite! Something you'd know a lot about if you weren't so busy being a prude."
He snaps, looking down at you. You mouth parting slight in shock... is he serious right now?
“Ohh, so I’m a prude because I didn’t let you feel me up in the movie theater when you barely said two words to me all night!”
You yell.
"Seriously... what did you expect when I took you out?"
He scoffs.
The hallways gone almost silent and you can feel the weight of a dozen staring eyes watching the King of Hawkins High get dismantled by the cute little nerdy girl.
"I don't know. An actual date. Like maybe dinner... and you didn’t even bring me flowers!”
You add, and you know how stupid it sounds. Just slips out, but really Billy honestly failed in the most basic expectations of a date. You realize none of this is getting through to him, his eyes look vacant and you honestly wonder why he's still standing here arguing with you when he could just be moving on to the next girl.
His head leans back and a wide grin spreads across his face. Shakes his head, laughing softly.
“You shitting me right now? You can't be serious. Is this some kind of cheesy romance novel for fuck's sake? Jesus... you Indiana girls are something else."
His voice dripping with an amused disbelief. Blue eyes searching your face with intense fascination and you want to cry, he's so impossible.
“Is that so horrible? That maybe I might actually appreciate some pretty flowers?"
You say, your voice softening but still stubborn, because you've decided that he's not getting the last word here.
“So you’re gonna be pissed off because I didn’t bring you some stupid flowers?”
He scoffs.
“It’s not the flowers, Billy. It's the thought. Like maybe you actually took some time and thought about me and not just yourself. Look, maybe you might think this is stupid, but you didn’t even open the car door for me. Then when we got to the theater, you didn’t even offer to buy me a drink, or popcorn or anything. MAYBE I WAS THIRSTY! I was... I was thirsty... oh and the movie sucked!"
You finish with a huff and he just stares at you.
A storm brewing behind the blue in his eyes. Can feel the heat rising up his neck, a prickling urge to snap back at you, put the little nerdy bitch in her place. How fucking lucky you were to even be out on a date with him. In California, he was the prize. Girls just took what he gave. But here, in this tiny, suffocating town, you're demanding something he isn't used to giving... effort.
He's never met a girl who talked back to him... who didn't just take the little smirk and the pretty boy charm and forgive him. Sure, girls wanted him to say I love you, and sometimes he did, just to shut them up, or get them to drop their panties, but this felt different... you're not looking for that.
Licks his lips. Eyes dropping to yours for a fleeting hungry second before snapping quickly back to yours. Can't linger too long on how pretty you look right now, all mad and breathless, how cute you look when you get those little lines between your eyebrows when you're looking up at him all pissed off.
His aggravation is there, visible in the tension of his shoulders, but beneath it, there’s a flicker of something else, a reluctant, begrudging respect. Knows he’s a prick, but he’ll be damned if he admits it out loud in the middle of the hallway with a bunch of losers looking on.
His voice drops low, like he's telling you a secret.
"Alright, fine. You win."
He says and you just stand there blinking up at him.
“Let me make it up to you."
He says, and honestly, you can’t believe it. There’s no way that you expected him to give in so easily. It’s not an apology, no, but you’re pretty sure this is the best you’re gonna get out of him.
"No! Absolutely no way, Billy, am I ever going out with you again."
You huff, glancing around as the onlookers start to filter off, bored once they realized they'd be no more yelling.
"And by that you mean yes."
He smiles.
"No. I most certainly do not."
You answer.
"Look babe, I fucked up... okay."
He pouts.
You look him over and you smile soft, can't help it.
"I mean... maybe?"
You say.
"Maybe? So that's a yes."
He smiles.
"I guess... but you better not make me regret it, Billy Hargrove."
You say.
"Eight o'clock."
He says all soft and smooth.
“Tonight? I mean... it's a school night so I don't think... ?”
You say and he cuts you off, looking at you weird.
“Not tonight dumb ass... Friday night.”
He says.
“Did you just… call me a dumb ass?”
You ask.
He shrugs and you just stare at him.
"I'm kidding!"
He laughs.
“Seriously, Billy. You’re really lucky you’re good looking because your personality needs A LOT of work!”
You say, walking off, books clutched to your chest. His gaze follows up your thighs then stops, watching the little wiggle your ass is doing.
Then he yells:
“So, you think I’m good looking, huh.”
Winks when you turn your head around, giving him a dirty look. You turn away and keep walking, shaking your head and wondering if you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life.
Again.
Friday comes once again.
When the doorbell rings, your heart does this frantic little dance against your ribs. Of course you're excited, but you're still wondering if this is a bad idea. You breathe in deep, smoothing down the fabric of your dress as you head to your front door, a little more slowly this time.
When you swing the front door open, Billy is standing there, looking like a god in a black, tight fitting tank top that makes the blue in his eyes pop even more than they usually do.
You're wearing a sexy, tight little red dress that you bought at that new mall on the edge of town. Wearing heels that make your legs look miles long. You used way too much hair spray, so much that you swear you are the sole person responsible for the hole in the ozone layer.
"Wow, you look hot as fuck."
He smiles, eyeing you up and down, tongue flicking out across his bottom lip.
"Billy... my mom can hear you."
You huff, glancing quickly back inside the house. The theme song to Dallas loudly playing in the living room. The last thing you wanted was your mom hearing you and stopping to ogle your date again.
When you turn back to face him he thrusts this massive, heavy bouquet of flowers into your arms. It seems to have appeared out of no where, because you definitely would have seen it.
Because it's not just a bouquet, it's an overflowing arrangement in a heavy glass vase that practically takes up your entire front half, forcing you to stagger back a step to get your balance when he hands it to you. The smell of roses and lilies overwhelming you.
"For you."
He says, nonchalant, as if he doesn't even realize the comedy in the sheer size of the thing he just handed you, if anything he looks almost proud of himself for remembering to get you flowers in the first place.
Your stare down at them, your brows scrunching slightly, a little bewildered.
"Um... thanks."
You mange to stammer. Not knowing exactly what to say about the sheer magnitude of the floral explosion in your arms. The glass getting heavy against your chest, the overly fragrant petals tickling your chin, a few falling softly around your feet.
"What? You wanted flowers, didn't you?"
He asks, as if he didn't just show up at your door with enough flora to decorate a large ballroom. You glance up, trying to see his face from behind an enormous velvety red rose.
Your eyes searching him... waiting for the punchline. You're half expecting him to burst out laughing, like you wanted flowers bitch... I'll give you flowers. But the punchline doesn't come.
You mange to say with a straight face and he just smiles and nods.
You stand there for a long moment, the weight of the vase making your arms ache. Then, carefully you lean down, bracing the arrangement against the wall inside your front hallway. Once safely settled you stand back up, pulling off random petals that cling to your dress, as Billy just watches, that sleepy, bored look back on his face.
The night air washes over you once you're fully outside, and you're grateful because you were definitely about to start sneezing if you didn't get your head out of that bouquet immediately. The overwhelming scent of the flowers still burning strong in your nostrils.
You walk over to the Camaro and find yourself instinctively pausing at the passenger side door once again. Everything feeling a little too much like Deja Vu suddenly, as you watch Billy strides towards the driver's side and for a split second, you get this sinking feeling.
He catches himself mid stride, boots crunching on the gravel when he realizes what he's about to do... or not do. Blue eyes lift up and see you standing there, smiling all soft and pretty. He retreats the few steps back over to where you're standing.
You swear you hear him grumble something under his breath as he reaches for the door handle, pulling it open for you.
"Thank you."
You say, softly, giving him a sweet smile that makes his chest feel funny. When you slide into the passenger seat, the hem of your dress rides up higher on your thighs, showing just a quick glimpse of your panties. His eyes linger for a heartbeat and he thinks you're fucking sexy as hell. Smiles to himself and sees this as his reward for being such a gentleman.
He closes the car door softer than you expected him to, then walks around to the driver's side, sliding into the seat, giving you a soft smile before glancing down at your tits. At this point you think it's just a reflex.
"So far so good?"
He says and you smile.
"Yup... so far so good."
You answer.
You notice the car feels smaller tonight for some reason, more intimate and maybe that's just because you're starting to like him a little better. He's obviously not perfect, but you really didn't expect him to be. Plus his car smells less like weed, which feels like a good sign.
Billy mentions something about you two heading to the quarry and meeting up with his friends. Something about bonfires, music and enough booze for the entire senior class and your heart sinks. You really thought that maybe this time it would be just the two of you.
"That okay? We could do something else if you want."
He asks, looking over at you as he drives through the quiet, dimly lit suburban streets.
"No... it's fine."
You say instead, not wanting to be difficult, but then you add:
"I guess I just don't know if I fit in really well with your friends."
You look down at your hands folded in your lap.
Billy chuckles.
"They're not my friends. Just a bunch of dickheads to pass the time with. Nothing else to do in this shit town."
His gaze turns from you back to the road ahead, headlights cutting through the dark woods now. Shifts gears making the Camaro speed up. Blue eyes flicking back to you, pretty and searching. Like he wants to do this right. Wants to try, but he's never really given any date that much thought before. Most girls just happy to come along for the ride.
"You don't need to fit in with them. You just need to be with me, that's all that matters tonight."
You smile and hope he's right.
As the Camaro pulls up to the edge of the quarry, the sound of music and laughter reach you before you even open the door. The air heavy with the warm summer smells of burning wood and pine trees. Even from here you hear someone yell Billy's name, the rumble of his car announcing his arrival long before anyone even sees him.
He walks slightly ahead of you, going down a small, very steep dirt path, covered in rocks and exposed tree roots. You stand at the top, realizing that wearing heels tonight might not have been the greatest idea after all.
"What's the holdup, princess?"
He calls, voice carrying over the distant music and you can't help but wonder if calling you princess is Billy's way of passively aggressively insulting you.
"I don't think I can make it down there."
You say, biting your bottom lip.
He lets out a huff of a laugh, already moving up towards where you're standing.
"Why the hell you wearing heels to the quarry? You trying to break an ankle."
He asks, smirk tugging at his lips, looking down at your feet, watching your heels sinking softly into the dirt. You just stare at his pouty lips and wonder why the hell you're standing here in the woods in the middle of the night when you could be home watching Dynasty.
"Because I thought we were going on a date, not a mountain climbing expedition!"
You snap back, frustrated at him, arms folding over your chest, just about ready to turn around and walk the 5 miles back to your house.
"They look good, babe... even if they are impractical as shit."
He doesn't give you a chance to argue. With a sudden powerful grip, just like the other day in the school parking lot, he hooks an arm under your thighs and hoists you up high, flipping you easily over his shoulder.
The world tilts, and suddenly you're staring at the expanse of his muscular back. Your belly doing this little flip at the sheer strength of him and how juicy his butt looks from this close. Your hands gripping onto his tank top tightly, just in case he decides to let you go and watch as you go tumbling down the hill.
He navigates the steep, uneven path a little too easily with a whole human body hanging over one shoulder. Every step making you bounce softly against his back. You can't believe how hot his skin feels. Intense heat seeping right through his shirt and soaking into your skin, and something about it gives you goosebumps.
When you get down the bottom of the path you see a few bonfires burning, casting long flickering shadows that dance against the rock walls and there's something really pretty about it. Billy sets you down gently on the ground, but this time, instead of leaving you behind, he keeps his hand entwined with yours, fingers lacing together. His hand rougher than you expected it to be, but there's also something very warm and soft about it at the same time.
You walk through the crowd, holding tightly onto him and you can feel the weight of everyone's stares. Tina and Vicki are there, their big hair and perfectly lined eyes practically burning a hole into the back of your head. Wondering why you're back, and even more important, why you're holding Billy's hand.
Billy seems completely oblivious or maybe he just doesn't give a shit. Someone handing him a beer and he immediately hands it to you. Within seconds someone else is pushing another in his hand. Keep a drink in Billy's hand, keep him happy seems to be the motto.
"Don't want you getting thirsty."
He teases, and you laugh soft. Uncomfortably eyeing the people around you, that awkward feeling of being out of place starting to hit you again.
He leans his head close, soft lips brushing against your temple as he murmurs just loud enough for you to hear over the music playing.
"Don't mind them, baby. They're just jealous."
Gives your hand a soft squeeze and you smile, taking a sip of your cold beer, determined to enjoy yourself.
After a little while, the alcohol works its way through your veins, turning the world warm and fuzzy. The music good enough to softly sway your body to. You know you're definitely buzzed because every joke Tommy tells makes you giggle uncontrollably.
Billy, on the other hand, has seen a lot of nights like these and is used to large quantities of alcohol. Always in control, though you notice his eyes are a little heavy lidded, but he kind of always looks like that so it's hard to tell if he's feeling anything.
He tilts his head, an adorable look on his face, watching the way your eyes struggle to focus on him.
"So."
He murmurs, and it seems to hum right through your skin.
"Am I forgiven for the date from hell?"
He asks, watching you close, blue eyes searching your pretty face.
You look at him, and for a moment, any bad feelings you had earlier all seem to melt away into the soft moonlight. You smile stupidly up at his face and he looks incredible with the flickering light of the bonfire in his eyes. The dizzy feeling in your chest makes you want to lean into him, to let the warmth of his body swallow you whole, so you do.
"Maybe you're not a total disaster, Billy Hargrove."
You giggle. The words stumbling out of your mouth a little too fast. You reach up, your fingers clumsily brushing a stray curl away from his forehead.
"Just maybe?"
He chuckles soft.
"Hmm.."
You hum, waiting for his hot, soft mouth to land on yours... but it doesn't, which is surprising given the way he's been eyeing your lips all night. Instead, he leans back against the tree, pulling you with him, so your back is tucked firmly against his chest.
"Look."
He says, pointing up towards the vast night sky.
"See that cluster right there? Above the treeline?"
He traces a line in the air with his finger. You raise your head, looking up and pressing yourself against him more. You can feel him breathing and there's something comforting about it. He rests his chin on the top of your head.
Points out different constellations. Some you know: The Big Dipper, Cassiopeia, Orion. But other's you're not as familiar with, like Scorpius... which he tells you is his favorite.
Doesn't explain why it's his favorite, but you remember seeing him with a scorpion key chain and you guess maybe he just thinks they're cool.
"My mom used to tell me that the stars were the only things that stayed the same, no matter how much everything around you changed."
He mutters, almost as an afterthought. He's not even really sure why he brought her up.. his mom. Never does. It's too personal. Maybe he is a little drunk. Or maybe there's just something soft about the way you feel in his arms right now, and something pretty about the way you smell.
You stare back up at the sky, your head tilted back, the warmth of Billy’s body radiates against yours. You’re genuinely stunned. He's just so incredibly different from when he's in school. Even different from your date last weekend. Here, in the quiet pocket between the rocks and trees of the quarry, with you resting against his chest, he’s just different.
There’s a softness in the way he speaks about the stars. Maybe a hint of the person you imagine he might have been back in California. A side of him he clearly keeps guarded, a secret part that only comes out when the lights are low and the crowd far enough away… and even then, only with the right person and tonight that's you.
"You're full of surprises, Billy."
You say and he doesn't respond right away.
"The view from here is okay, but if we head up the ridge, we can see the whole valley and even more stars, if you can believe it. It’s better… quieter."
He says, pushing off the tree, pulling you with him. Leading you back to the Camaro, holding your hand the entire time. Everyone too drunk or too horny to notice your departure.
The short drive up the winding dirt road is a blur of moonlight and shadows. Great White's, Save Your Love plays softly on the radio and he holds your hand the entire time, your head resting on his shoulder.
Pulls the Camaro to a stop at a secluded overlook. Not far at all, only about a five minute drive from where you just were, but the stars are twice as bright.
The engine cuts out, and all you hear is the chirping of crickets and the soft rustling of the wind through the trees. Moonlight catches the sharp lines of Billy's jaw and his perfect profile and sometimes you can't believe how handsome he is.
"Look… m'sorry okay… bout last weekend. It was a pretty shitty date. It's not because I don't like you… kinda the opposite actually... I think I..."
You cut him off mid sentence.
"Shut up."
You grumble.
To his surprise you practically jump on him. Your lips slamming against his, tongue slipping into the warmth of his mouth and you melt instantly. Your fingers gripping the straps of his tank top, like you're trying to pry it off his searing skin. He moans against your mouth, helping to get his shirt off, lifting his arms while you yank the fabric up and over his head, tossing it somewhere into the backseat. Mouths crash together again, his tongue sweeping against yours. He tastes like beer and mint and it sends a surge of heat straight to your pussy.
You pull back for a second so you can undo his belt, then you grab at his zipper, working it down quickly, making him hum all soft and pretty. His ocean blue eyes intense and fixed on your swollen lips as you work his cock out of his jeans.
Once free, it springs upward, thick and heavy in your hand. The head flushed a pretty pink that matches the soft color of his lips. The tip already glistening and you can't help but smirk, biting your bottom lip.
“Billy... oh my god... it's huge!”
You gasp. Giving it a squeeze, looking down at it, wide eyed. Sure, you’d heard the whispers in the locker room, girls talk, but seeing it in person, feeling the heat of him against your palm, makes the rumors seem almost understated.
Billy isn't just big... he's intimidating.
He leans his head back against the headrest, eyes hooded and dark with a hunger that makes your stomach flip, enjoying every second of the way you're looking at him right now. Shifting his hips, making sure you feel every inch of his thickness.
“Too much, baby?"
He says, voice low and teasing. Watches you, amused by your doe eyes staring down at his cock like you've never seen one before.
“No... I can take it."
You say, your voice dropping a register that's soft and sultry, laced with this confidence that catches him completely off guard. His dark eyebrows shoot up. Stares at you, mind racing, wondering if this is really the same girl he took out last weekend, the one who wouldn't even let him get to second base.
"Is that so?"
You let him go, his cock bobs back against his abs. You reach down, quickly hooking your fingers into the lace of your panties. Sliding the fabric down your hips, your eyes locked onto his the entire time. You're still buzzing from the alcohol and your body is trembling with a delicious, electric sort of energy, but you are in no way drunk... you know exactly what you're doing and what you want right now and it's sitting right there between his thick thighs.
"Need it so bad, Billy!"
You awkwardly straddle his lap. The space tight and extremely cramped, but you do your best. Your knees pressing hard into the leather on either side of his hips. You moan the second the head of his cock notches at your hole, already soaked and ready just from being this close to him, kissing that perfect, dirty mouth.
"Jesus."
He moans, and you giggle soft, sinking yourself down on his dick nice and slow, savoring the incredible stretch. You watch his face, pink lips parting, eyes closing the deeper you bury yourself. Your nails digging into the hard muscle of his biceps, anchoring yourself to him.
"Of fuck... Billy... fuck..."
You both moan once you have him balls deep, your forehead resting against his. Your pussy fluttering around his thickness. You stay like that for just a beat, enjoying the feeling of being filled completely, smiling stupid to yourself at how incredible he feels all snug inside you.
The windows of the Camaro are fogging up. You start to rock, your movements slow, enjoying the feeling of him. His cock drags against your sensitive walls, thick length hitting deep, bottoming out against your cervix making your vision swim. Crazy sounds coming past your lips as Billy's hands roam all over your body, pushing the straps of your dress down over your shoulders, letting your tits bounce free. He could cum just watching them bare and beautiful bouncing in his face while you stuff your cunt with his fat cock.
You fist Billy's curls through your fingers, tugging at them so hard it makes his head tilt and his cock twitch inside your tight heat. Lets out your name in a breathy little moan. The tightness of your walls clenching around him with every slow, perfect stroke and it's almost too much. Just the heat of you, the slickness of your cunt, and he already feels this intense coiling pressure in his balls.
"Fuck... who are you?"
He huffs, half joking, voice breaking, smiling soft before closing his eyes in lust again.
"Remember me... worst date of your life?"
You giggle and bounce even faster on his cock.
"Fuck... I'm such an idiot."
Giving a little huff of a laugh, thrusting upward, hips snapping hard, the head of his dick smacking perfectly against your sweet spot, over and over making you scream his name. His mouth all over you, kissing and sucking, biting bruises into your softness, leaving marks all over your neck and breasts, while he tries to find his own rhythm to match your bouncing and grinding, but it's hard to concentrate... too many pretty things happening all at once and it's overwhelming him. Doesn't know where to touch first, or where to suck next... so he attacks everything all at once.
"Yeah, you're definitely an idiot!"
You moan, dramatically.
"You're so fucking tight... Jesus, baby."
Groans against your skin, licking you like a hungry dog, getting you wet with his spit while his thumb brushes over your nipple, then tugging it softly, pulling between his fingers, causing these pretty little gasps to leave your throat.
Fuck, you’re too cute and incredibly noisy, making the sexiest faces and he feels like he’s going to cum. He’s usually really good at going all night when he wants to, but there’s just something wild about you. Sexy little nerdy girl bouncing hard on his dick makes him feel like he's about to embarrass himself and shoot his load before you even cum.
"You like that, Billy... yeah?"
You grind down on him, hips moving in a frantic, desperate circle, trying to milk every ounce of pleasure from his thick shaft and moaning like a bitch in heat, head thrown back.
"Fuck yeah, baby... love it."
He leans forward, licking a broad strip up the column of your throat, moaning so deep you can feel it vibrate through your skin. It's like he can't get enough of the way you taste, can't keep his mouth off you.
"Mmm... I bet you do, Billy."
You tease.
With a sudden sharp smack, he slaps your ass, the sound echoing loudly in the cramped, hot space. The sting sends a jolt of hot electricity straight to your pussy making you gasp. Your hips instinctively pressing harder against him, your clit pressing hard against his pubic bone.
“Princess my ass, you’re just a little slut, aren’t ya?”
He growls, smirking pretty.
"See what happens when you're a good boy, and show a girl a good time!"
You giggle, playfully biting his bottom lip, pulling on it with your teeth, making him moan all slutty and rut up even harder and deeper into you, like he's trying to teach you some kind of lesson. But he's too consumed by the feeling of your cunt and he's getting all dopey instead.
Sexy animal sounds escape Billy’s throat every time he slams his hips upward into your tight cunt and you bounce back down on his length. Fucking fast, hard and rough. Feeling the tension in your belly coiling tight, you lean down, your face inches from his, eyes wide and glazed with pure ecstasy.
His hair a wild pretty mess from all your pulling on it, his mouth hanging open, eyebrows knitting together in pleasure. You've never seen him look more sexy. Your pussy flutters and you know you're about to lose it.
"Make me cum, Billy?'
You gasp out, the words breathless, your nails digging hard into his sweaty shoulders, rocking your hips with his.
"Yeah... you think you deserve it? Been such a demanding little bitch."
He hums, giving your ass another hard smack, fucking up into you so hard and violently that the car rocks visibly in the darkness of the quarry. His fingers slipping between your sweaty bodies finding your swollen clit and rubbing it so rough and fast that a high pitched cry tears from your throat.
"So good, Billy... don't stop... please."
You cry out.
"Fuck... such a perfect pussy. That's it, baby girl... take it all... take every fat fuckn' inch."
He grunts, sinking his teeth down into your shoulder, not hard, but just enough to hold back the deep groans spilling out from inside his chest. Never been with a girl so loud before, so naughty and wild. Usually he's the one in control, but with you, it's like he's trying so hard but you've got him melting into a puddle between your spread thighs.
"Billy.... !"
You cry out, your words dissolving and becoming incoherent high pitched sounds that pour from your mouth as you cum hard and wild, like some pretty little thing. Eyes rolled back, sweat dripping down your back as an explosion of pleasure courses throughout your entire body. You ride his cock wildly though your high.
Watching the pretty little nerdy, good girl from the hallways of Hawkins High, become this shaking, moaning, slutty mess on his cock is what does it for him... pushes him right over his edge.
"Fuck! Yeah, little slut... just like that."
Breathing ragged, he practically growls.
Pupils blown wide and his pretty long lashes dance softly against his flushed cheeks. He looks undone. The way your tight walls are milking his cock is too much. He bottoms out so hard his hips slam against yours making a wet slapping sound and his balls draw up pretty and tight.
The sound of your name leaves his lips, like a desperate little prayer. His muscles coiled tight as he pours himself into you, pulse after pulse of hot cum filling your fluttering pussy. He buries his face against your neck, gripping your hips tight in his fists, squeezing you rough, cumming harder than he ever has in his entire life.
The scent of him overwhelms you. It's heady and beautiful. His musk, primal and raw, leather, his fading cologne, his damp skin, his spunk, and your own sweet perfume blending all together, making your head feel warm and hazy in the after glow.
"Fuck, princess... that was..."
Before he can finish, before the heavy, post orgasmic fog has fully lifted from the car, you start moving off him, adjusting your dress back over your tits and around your hips.
"OK, you can take me home now, curfew and everything."
You smile, your voice still a little breathless as you reach down, finding your panties. Sliding them back up your legs, smoothing the fabric over your hips as if you hadn't just been screaming his name five seconds ago.
Billy, still sprawled back against the driver's seat, dick softening, laying against his leg, jeans still down around his thighs, looks like a man who has just been unceremoniously evicted from paradise. Eyebrows furrowing at you. Hair a wild, damp mess of curls that hangs over his eyes and sticks up in all directions. Skin flushed, chest heaving. Watches you with a confused look on his face. Was definitely expecting round two, now that he figures you've basically come out of your shell… but this… this he didn't expect.
A low, deep chuckle begins to rumble in his chest. He shakes his head, eyes never leaving yours.
"What the fuck... curfew?"
He laughs, not sure if you're serious or just fucking with him.
He reaches out, hand catching your wrist to pull you back toward him for just a second, his thumb grazing the soft skin there.
"So let me get this straight, you get in my car, wreck me like that, then just... want me to take you home?"
He says, as if he doesn't do the exact same thing to some poor girl every weekend.
You smile and shrug your shoulders at him.
Starts pulling his jeans back up over his ass, redoing his belt. Then finds his tank top and tugs it over his damp chest, he can't help the smirk that tugs at the corners of his mouth the entire time. Not exactly sure what to make of you.
“There's that carnival coming round next weekend?”
He says... looking over at you.
"Nah... I'm good."
You smile a beautiful smile and settle into your seat, folding your hands in your lap.
Billy's face falters for a beat. So used to girls practically tattooing his name on their skin after a night like this and here you are... actually saying no to him.
A heavy silence hangs in the car for a heartbeat. He stares at you, almost searching your face to see if you're kidding, because you must be... but you're just siting there, pretty as ever.
He reaches for the keys in the ignition. The engine of the Camaro roars to life, but he doesn't drive, just sits there. His jaw working as he tries to process the fact that you are either playing hard to get or just flat out refusing him, and that hasn't happened since he was 15.
After a beat...
"You're fuckn' kidding me."
He laughs.
"Well... to be honest, Billy... you didn't eat me out and I have this rule...."
You say and you watch this look come over his face, his tongue running aggressively over his bottom lip.
"Eat you.... You didn't exactly give me a chance, you jumped on my dick!"
He huffs, gripping the steering wheel tight and you're just sitting there quiet, driving him crazy.
"You want me to... I'll do it right now! We can pull over and I can eat your cunt like you've never been eaten before!"
He says.
"No, I'm good... really."
You say.
His eyes narrow, a dark, dangerous glint appearing in the blue depths. He looks like he's about to explode, but suddenly he realizes that maybe, some sick twisted part of him loves this.
"Ah huh."
He hums.
"What?"
You ask.
"You're a bad liar, and a slut. You want my tongue bad."
He says and you're not sure if he's just trying to convince himself or convince you.
"If you say so."
You say. Turning and looking out the window. You can see your own smirk in the reflection of the window.
"Fine."
He growls.
"Have it your way."
He slams the car into gear, tires crunching against the rocks and branches as he leaves the quarry. Staring straight ahead at the road the entire ride to your house. He's got this hot tickling beneath his skin, a desperate need to understand how you… the little nerdy girl can be so utterly in control of him... the King of Hawkins.
Once you're on your street Billy cuts the engine.
You lean over the console, your pretty eyes catching the faint glow of the street light, tilting your head at him, watching his pupils dilate.
"Next time, Billy... I want dinner."
He turns and stares at you for a long moment. For a second you actually think you might have pushed him too far. Bruised the ego of the hottest guy in school. But then his lips twitch and a genuine smile breaks across his face and this time you see it in his eyes.
"Bossy little bitch, aren't ya?"
He teases.
"Oh... you haven't seen anything yet."
You smile.
"Is that a threat?"
His hand comes up, pushing through your hair, fingers stopping to scratching your scalp. His thumb brushes your temple and there's that softness.
"Goodnight, Billy."
You say, softly, stepping out of his car and into the humid summer air.
"Goodnight, princess."
He says and as you walk away you can feel his eyes watching you until you get safe into your house, closing the door behind you, like a true gentleman.
Billy chuckles to himself, already planning your next date. Knows it will be hard to top this one, because truth was...
This was literally the best date of his fucking life.
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(Part of my: You Don't Own Me, But Then Again Maybe You Do universe)
Billy Hargrove x StepSis!Reader
Author's Note: This isn't the ending I have been promising, it's just a little something with these two, because I love them
In case you're interested in this series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Also, I was inspired after seeing THIS I wanted Billy wearing something similar, but not exactly the same... just the same flimsy white see through material... I mean, can you image!!
Summery: At first you thought you were losing your mind, so many pairs of your panties have gone missing. Truth was... you knew exactly who to blame, and it's about time you confronted him about it
Warnings: 18+ Only!! MINORS DNI, SMUT, language, pseudocest, Billy being Billy, but also Billy in love (because it's me and that's how I write him), oral (f and m receiving), everyone is 18 and everything is consensual
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Dividers by @cafekitsune
Late afternoon sunlight filters through the half open blinds in Billy's bedroom. Golden light dancing softly across his bare chest and the haphazard array of bed linens on his unmade bed.
He's sprawled out, legs spread obnoxiously wide, but it's his room so he can do whatever the hell he wants. Dirty blonde curls splay out messily against two propped pillows behind his head. Wearing nothing but a pair of loose white pajama pants that hang long around his bare feet and low on his hips. A few of the top buttons undone, not on purpose, it's just that they're so old they won't stay buttoned anymore. The material thin and worn from the years he's had them. They're comfy though, even if they're a little see through and do nothing to hide the slight boner he's got going on at the moment.
Blue eyes focused intently on the glossy pages of the most recent issue of Penthouse. It's open to some curvy blonde with big tits, legs spread, pretty and inviting, not real, but she'll do in a pinch.
Slides his hand flat against his muscular, tan skin. Halfway down the waistband of his pajama pants, fingers just inches away from his thick semi hard cock, when the sudden bang of his door bursting open so hard it slams back against the wall, makes him flinch.
"Jesus! What the fuck!"
Dark eyebrows furrow together as he shifts himself on the bed, snapping the magazine shut.
"You ever hear of knocking!"
He huffs, staring at you, clearly annoyed, even though you can see his blue eyes roaming lazily over your body, but that's Billy for you.
"Where are they?"
You practically yell, but keep your voice in check because last thing you want is for Neil to come running, wondering what the hell was going on.
"Where's who?"
Billy asks. Voice getting instantly deeper and more gravelly. You see the muscles in his abs flex as he moves and you notice the large bulge poking out against the fabric of his pajama pants and you avert your eyes.
"My God, Billy... were you jerking off?"
You ask.
Of course you knew he did that. Of course he did. You just couldn't believe you picked this exact moment to storm into his room.
"Why, you wanna watch?"
He says, deadpan.
"No! I..."
You huff, a sudden heat in your cheeks at how adorable he looks, hair all mussed up, pants hanging a little too low for you to ignore, but there's a reason you're here and it's not to ogle.
"Maybe you stomping in here all loud and bossy just... gets me going, princess."
He says, tongue flicking out across his pearly white teeth, big smirk on his face and you want to slap it right off him. Plus you hate when he calls you princess in that obnoxious, teasing way.
Billy knows you're mad about something, but he also notices how your eyes keep flicking down to his abs and to the little trail of barely there blonde hairs that lead to that place you dream about.
Gets this little stupid grin, leaning back down against the pillows. He makes his dick move under his pajamas without using his hands, which are folded behind his head. Does it like it's his little party trick.
"I'm not impressed."
You scoff, continuing to stare anyway, kind of mesmerized, watching it pulse against the worn cotton.
"So.”
He huffs.
"You gonna stand there all day staring at me, or you gonna actually tell me what the fuck you're doing in my room?"
He says, exasperated, sitting up again, party trick over.
"My panties, asshole! Where are they?"
You demand.
Saying it loud and fast. It comes out sounding like one long, rambling mix of words and you hope he heard you clearly so you didn't have to repeat yourself.
He lets out this low, throaty chuckle, sounding more like he's purring and you don't want it to be sexy, but it is.
Truth was, of course Billy knew exactly where they were. Tucked away in the bottom drawer of his dresser. His little secret stash of lace and cotton that smells softly of your perfume and your pussy. Started out with just one pair, but now it's become a little possessive kind of habit, a way of keeping you close when he knows he can't really have you completely. The little problem of you two being related and all.
"Shit, you're a little firecracker, aren't you?"
He chuckles, then adds:
"Maybe you left them at Harrington's."
He snorts, watching the way your face contorts, a surge of satisfaction fills his chest, even though mentioning Steve makes him want to puke. Likes the way he can make your blood boil just by being a prick. In a weird way it turns him on.
"Stop deflecting! I know you have them!"
Billy's pretty blue eyes flash with this sudden feigned intensity. He huffs, gaze narrowing, as if he's the one being insulted right now.
"Who? Me? You're gonna come in my room and accuse me of being a thief? Why don't you go ask your loser boyfriend."
He scoffs, blue eyes burning pretty in the light and you know instantly he's lying.
You don't say anything, just make a move over towards his dresser.
The second you turn your back to him, his smirk fades fast. No way does he want you finding his stash of your dirty panties and making an ass out of him in his own room. The secret is half the fun anyway. He realizes maybe it got a little out of hand. How one pair, led to two pair, led to three, and before he knew it he had a little collection. Kept meaning to put some back, he really did, but he just never found the right moment to do it. Always someone around.
He's off the bed in a flash, bare feet hitting the floor hard before he lunges towards his dresser in two giant steps. Before you can even grab the knob on his dresser drawer, he's there, big and looming, sandwiching himself between you and the dresser. He plants one hand down, slamming it hard against the wood, leaning his face close to yours.
"Hey, hey... slow down there, princess."
His voice vibrating deep. The smell of his warm skin, subtle cigarettes and cologne fills your senses the second he's near you. It's heady and you blink a few times just to remember you're supposed to be angry right now.
You pull back, looking up at him. You can just make out the tiny flecks of gold in his intense blue eyes, and just the slightest twitch of his mustache.
"Oh? Is there a reason you don't want me going in the this drawer, right here?"
You nod to the bottom drawer, taking a guess at which one he might have them hidden in. You kind of hope he just admits it since you really don't want to look for yourself, god only knows what else he's got hiding in those drawers.
Even though you're clearly mad at him, his dick throbs because you're this close. He can't help it. Loves when you get all cute and flustered, but hates how you make him melt so easily just by standing there. Loves how pretty your smell right now, loves that fire in your eyes when he pushes your buttons. Wishes you were here in his room for other reasons.
"Not everyone wants their nosy little sister snooping through their private shit."
Mumbles, hot breath fluttering soft against your face.
"MY private shit you mean."
You snap back.
"What... you don't trust me, princess?"
He pouts and your brows furrow.
"Don't do that, Billy. Don't do that fake pout thing."
You huff and he cackles.
"Admit it, baby... maybe you were just looking for an excuse to come in here. Maybe you missed me."
He says.
"What? No! I certainly did NOT miss you. You live in the same house! How can I possibly miss you? If anything, I'd like a moment without you!"
You scoff, rather dramatically and advert your eyes from him again. Seriously though, how is it that he ends up making you feel uncomfortable when he's the one being questioned for stealing your underwear.
You look so pretty. Something about your softness in this messy, masculine space makes him want to drag you to his bed and kiss you stupid right now.
Moves closer, this beautiful, intense heat radiates off his sun kissed skin.
"No?"
His voice low and velvety. Makes your legs feel like they could give out right under you and you hate him. One minute you're angry at him and the next you're melting. It's not fair. He tilts his head, gaze dropping to your lips, lingering there a beat before snapping back up to your eyes.
"No. You're just trying to distract me from the fact that you're a pervert, Billy Hargrove."
You say, your voice suddenly very soft.
"Maybe I am a pervert."
He murmurs.
"So you admit it then."
You say and he chuckles, low in his throat and it vibrates through the air between you. You watch his tongue drag slowly across his bottom lip.
"Maybe I just like the way you smell."
He shifts and his thigh brushes between your bare legs, sending a little rush of fire straight to your core. He reaches up, fingers grazing the line of your jaw before his thumb traces the curve of your lower lip.
"Don't. Don't do that."
You whisper.
The way your pupils dilate and your gaze softens, he knows you don't mean what you're saying.
"Do what, angel?"
He purrs, licking his lips.
The delicate scent of your shampoo, that sweet, soft perfume mixed with the warmth of your skin is driving him insane. He teased that maybe you missed him, but the truth was... he very much missed you.
Thumb presses a little harder against your bottom lip, tugging it down just enough to see the pink inside.
"Maybe it's all I'm allowed to have of you."
He whispers.
“You know... if you really wanted my panties… you could have just asked me.”
You say, softly.
This sudden, violent surge of heat rushes straight to his balls. His cock twitches, thickening and hardening instantly against the soft white fabric of his pajama pants, a heavy ache that makes him groan low in his throat.
"Is that so?"
He rasps, voice sounding wrecked and hungry.
Shifts his hips, pressing his growing hardness against your belly, letting you feel exactly what you're doing to him.
“What do you do with them?"
You ask, and the shyness in your voice makes his cock ache. How you can be such a firecracker one minute, then so soft he wants to ruin you the next. Loves how you make him work for it. Peeling back all those sweet girl layers, until there's nothing left but his slutty little sister, saying things she shouldn’t be saying to her big brother.
"I wrap them around my dick and think about that night on the couch. Think about how sweet your cunt tastes."
Says it. Knows maybe he shouldn't have, but his voice is filled with this dark, intimate honesty. A shared dirty, little secret between the two of you.
"Does my pussy taste good, Billy?"
You whisper back and for a second he actually loses his breath.
His forehead comes and rests against yours, closing his eyes, shutting out the world. Can feel you trembling slightly under him. He ruts his thick cock slowly against you.
"Taste so fuckn' good, baby."
A soft sound leaves his throat, low and pretty, almost a whimper.
You move and he lets you, pulling back slightly as you reach under the hem of your summer dress. You move slow, but with purpose. His blue eyes wide and dark, fixed on you as you slip your panties down your smooth legs, then holding them out to him. They're still warm from your body.
Ocean eyes burn hot into yours as he brings them to his face. Presses them against his nose and mouth, inhaling. A mix of your warm skin and damp pussy. It’s almost enough to make him lose it right here in his pajamas. Used to doing this when he's alone, but having you here, watching him, adds another layer of debauchery, making his cock leak and throb.
“What do they smell like?”
You ask, voice quiet, teeth grazing your bottom lip.
He doesn't say anything at first, he can't. Too busy drowning in the scent of you.
"They smell like you, baby."
He rasps.
"Sweet... like that soft perfume you always wear. But underneath..."
Pauses, gaze falling to your partly open lips, letting you see just how long his eyelashes really are.
"Underneath... they smell like sin."
He purrs, panties falling to the floor as his body collides with yours, leaving you breathless. All hard muscle and radiating heat. A wall of solid man that makes you feel so small smushed flush against him. There's this delicious friction from his hard, fat cock rutting between your thighs, sending this overwhelming wave of pleasure down your entire body. He pins you against the dresser, making everything on top rattle and spill over violently.
"Missed this... missed you."
He hums, big hands sliding down to squeeze your full hips, his mouth hot and hungry against your burning skin, teeth grazing your pulse point, making you hiss when you feel that sharp, delicious sting.
"Billy... fuck...Billy... missed you too, so much."
You moan, eyes hazy and lidded as he attacks your neck, licking and biting at your tender flesh.
For a moment... just a fleeting moment, somewhere quiet, in the back of your mind there's this nagging voice of reason that tries to remind you that he's off limits... he's your step brother... your... brother. But then his hands slide around and grip your ass cheeks, fingers digging in hard and possessive, spreading them open, growling deep and throaty against your skin like he owns you... and maybe he does. Leaves bruises on you, always does, and you don't care. Later, you'll run your fingers over them, when you're alone in your room and smile to yourself. When he hums your name like a prayer, that drowns out every bad thought in your head. Right or wrong... he's the only one for you.
He shifts sudden and it catches you off guard, a little gasp escaping your lips as he sinks to his knees before you. Him. Billy Hargrove, the boy who rules Hawkins High, who doesn't bow down to anyone, is brought to his knees by nothing more than the scent and heat of his sister's skin.
Thick fingers touching the hem of your dress, bunching it up around your waist, the coolness of the air dances across your thighs and naked pussy, giving you goosebumps.
He takes his time. Doesn't want to rush this. Pretty blue eyes look up at you, watching how your eyelashes flutter soft and your sweet wet lips slowly open. Loves how your breath quickens.
Hooks one of your thighs over his broad shoulder, exposing your pussy even more fully for him. The sudden heat from his breath against your cunt makes your head fall back against the dresser with a soft muffled, throaty moan.
The sweet, delicious scent of you is intoxicating. A heady muskiness, dirty and sexy, something burned in his brain since the last time he had your legs spread open beneath him. Inhales, nose dragging rough against your swollen clit.
"Billy."
You moan all soft and pretty and there's something dark and primal stirring in the pit of his belly whenever he hears it.
Your fingers thread through his mess of curls, tugging at them awkwardly. He growls into your cunt and the vibration makes you giggle. You rut against his face, holding his hair to keep him where you want him, but he’s the one in control here. Billy's always the one in control.
"Mmm... so sweet and juicy... so wet for your big brother, such a naughty little slut."
Every time you try and catch your breath, he finds another way to steal it. With his filthy words or with his hot, wet tongue.
His thick fingers spread your pussy lips so he can get his tongue as deep as possible. Drags his nose rough up your slit and against your puffy nub. His stubble brushing against you, making you whimper and hump more aggressively against his face.
"I've got you, angel... I've got you."
Laps broad strokes through your soaked folds, sucking softly on your clit, then more firm, teeth grazing lightly.
"God, you're so fuckn' delicious."
He growls.
His fingers large and beautifully thick glide into your aching cunt, deep, breaching your tight, slick hole. The immense stretching and fullness makes your breath hitch sharp, a soft broken sob coming past your lips. His fingers slightly rough as they drag against your velvet walls. He bullies them in, deep and rough. The pressure from his fingers and feeling his warm lips sucking on your clit is too intense and your toes curl and your body squirms against the dresser.
You're loud. You know you are. But you can't help it. Can't control yourself. He's too good at this. Too good at making you lose yourself and you don’t care, just need his mouth on you.
"You like that, baby. Such a whore for your big brother."
He asks, fingers curling, finding that sweet spot. Pushes in deep, blunt pressure making your hips push up into the curve of his fingers, trying to get him even deeper, even though he's already knuckle deep in your sweet cunt.
Finger fucks you hard and fast, rutting them rough into your soaked cunt. His mouth latching on to your clit at the same time. You feel it, that flutter in your low belly.
"Yeah, Billy... mmm... so good. Please don't stop."
You whimper, your walls stretching around his thick fingers.
"That's it, baby girl... give it to me."
He growls, voice thick with lust.
Just hearing his deep voice, the coiling in your belly snaps and you lose it. Your back arching off the dresser as a sweet loud moan tears from your throat. Pleasure erupts from your core and spreads over your entire body. You cum hard against his face and fingers. Rutting mindlessly against him and moaning like a bitch in heat.
Billy licks you clean. The sloppy wet sounds of his hot, eager mouth against your soaked pussy seem too loud in the quiet room, but you’re both too lost to notice. Your entire body shudders, the thigh wrapped around his shoulder trembles against his head.
Even as you start to come down from your high, he doesn't stop, his tongue giving these yummy slow, reverent licks to sooth your hypersensitive cunt, fingers still buried deep inside you, not willing to leave your warmth just yet. Can feel your velvet walls clenching around him and he's in complete heaven.
You giggle and pull his hair hard and he finally pulls back, face slick with your juices and he looks too pretty like that. Looks up at you with these sleepy blue eyes, all heavy and dreamy. The way he's looking at you right now... so hungry and utterly obsessed makes you giddy because you feel it too.
"See... all you had to do was just ask for my panties... instead of being a little thief!"
You tease, breath heavy.
Billy resurfaces through his haze of lust, kneeling between your pretty thighs. Smirk returning, and you think he's way too handsome for his own good.
Chuckles low, standing slowly. His warm hand cups your cheek, thumb soft, swiping against your lower lip again, like earlier, and you love when he does that. Something gentle about it, yet something else, like you’re his girl.
"Angel... stealing your sexy little panties was just the appetizer. This... "
He gestures vaguely to the mess on his face, the scent of your pussy clinging to his skin.
"... this is the main course."
He wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh. Your hands coming up to touch his face. It's hot and flushed, hair falling into his eyes, lips parted and pink. Pretty freckles dance over the bridge of his nose. You can see his tongue peeking from his mouth and you want to cry at how much you love him.
"Billy... I want you. I want you so bad."
You whisper.
Blue eyes searching yours with this desperate, frantic intensity. Wants to drown in you, lose himself in the heat of your body until the rest of the world and the complicated messy reality of your lives simply ceases to exist.
As much as he craves you, there's always that darkness that claws at the back of his mind. A feeling he can't exactly name. He doesn't want to hurt you.
Him, doesn't care about himself, but you... you are the sun and he's just a moth circling too close. But Billy’s hunger is a living thing, a beast in his gut that demands to be fed, by your beauty and your warmth and your soft skin... and your perfect mouth.
Fuck them all.
You're all that matters.
"Show me. Show me how much you want me."
Says it before he has time to think about the consequences.
His mouth open, eyes filled with lust as he watches you pull at the waistband of his pajama pants, freeing his cock. It springs out, thick and throbbing with a desperate heavy heat. The skin stretched tight, leaking pretty beads of pre cum that glisten in the dim light of the setting sun that filters through the blinds.
You gaze up at him and he practically melts. All his feelings rolled into one… the fear of losing you, of hurting you, then this tidal wave of pure lust, watching you now, with this sheer need in your eyes and he can't fight it anymore.
"Jesus." (he says your name)
His head falls back, throat working as he lets out a low groan when you wrap your hand around the base of his thick shaft. Looks back down at you through heavy lidded eyes, breaths coming in rough and heavy and you've barely done anything.
Mesmerized and slightly unhinged watching as you take the head of his heavy cock into your warm, wet mouth. Twirling your tongue around the sensitive underside, and lapping softly at the salty pre cum that leaks from the tip. Looking like you're enjoying the best ice cream of your life.
"Fuck... yeah... just like that."
He rasps, fingers digging into your hair, nails scratching your scalp a little too hard, a little too possessive.
Been dreaming about this moment. Loves the way you look, your cheeks hollowing as you suck him deeper, your throat working hard to accommodate his length. Blue eyes watching with this dark, hungry desperateness as your lips stretch wide around his massive girth. The delicious wet friction of your pretty little mouth making these absolutely filthy sounds that fill the room, and he loves every second of it.
Wants you dirty and disgusting, on your knees, worshipping him. Wants to ruin that bratty mouth of yours. Wants to cum all over that pretty little face.
He tastes so fucking good, filling your mouth full and completely. A delicious heady musk that makes you moan around his thickness. Spit and pre cum pool out around the corners of your over stretched lips. Your eyes flutter when your nose brushes against his soft blonde pubic hair, your breath hot and frantic against his tan skin. It's like you can't get him deep enough, want to swallow him whole.
"That's my girl... don't be shy, baby. Show me what you can do."
He growls, hips thrusting to meet your mouth. Intense gaze set directly on your pretty face. You look so good with those perfect plump lips wrapped around his dick, can feel your throat tighten... such a good girl for him, such a good little sister.
"Suck it like you're starvin', baby girl... use that tongue. Fuck yeah... just like that."
He purrs.
You work your hand on the part of his cock that you can't fit in your mouth. His grip on your hair guiding you, trying hard to direct the rhythm of your movements, but you're a wild little thing and you go at your own pace. Becomes more desperate as the overwhelming feeling of your wet, tight throat sliding over his hardness drives him close to his edge.
"You're so pretty like this, baby... made to take your brother’s load down that perfect throat.”
You moan soft at his words.
It's so wrong... so dirty and beautiful. The feeling too much, too intense... he loses it.
A broken choked moan erupts from deep in his chest. His hips buck in a lazy, uncoordinated rhythm, stalling when he's balls deep and he unloads into your hungry mouth.
"FUCK! Yeah... Fuck, baby.... Take it, take it all."
Hot, thick cum pulses deep down your throat. It's heavy and warm and you swallow every last drop, hungrily.
He’s s gripping your hair so hard his knuckles turn white, but you’re oblivious to the stinging pain, won’t notice until later when you’re left, wondering why your scalp hurts so bad.
Stays there for a beat, his breathing ragged. Doesn’t want to move away from you.
"Did I do okay, Billy?"
You ask, cock popping soft, out from your warm mouth. Looking up at him with these sweet soft eyes. You know Billy's been with a lot of girls, and you've never done this before. You always wanted to... with him... but you didn't think you could ever compare with the girls he's had. You want to make him happy, make him feel good, but you're so unsure of yourself.
His chest heaves, looking down at you and for a moment he's actually speechless. You looking up at him so pretty, with those wild, beautiful eyes, lips puffy and glistening. Swipes his thumb across your lips, wiping his cum across to your cheek. Marking you. His. Just that thought makes his heart do a strange, heavy pound against his ribs.
"Baby... you were fuckn' perfect. More than perfect."
His voice deep like honey. He helps you up off the floor.
You smile soft, flattening your dress back down.
"You're still a little thief, Billy. Don't think this changes anything! I still want all my panties back!"
You smirk.
He chuckles.
"I don't know what you're talking about, princess."
He says, making you hum.
"Sure you don't."
You bite your bottom lip, having already forgiven him.
His lips meet yours with a softness that catches your breath in your throat, always does, every single time. His eyes softly close as he loses himself in your warm, wet mouth once again, tasting himself on your tongue.
"You're gonna be the death of me, baby girl."
He murmurs, and there's this desperate almost fearful truth in his voice. He's spent his life building walls, using anger and violence to keep the world at bay, but you… you of all the people who it could have been, you are the one who's just torn them down with your soft sweet lips and that beautiful, perfectly imperfect smile that makes his heart flutter funny against his ribs.
"Billy."
His name flowing dreamily from your lips, in a soft delicate whisper.
He looks away for a split second, his jaw muscles flexing as he stares at the wall, eyes clouded with this feeling like he wants to punch something, mixed with a longing for something good finally in his life, something warm and familiar.
Pulls you closer, arms wrapped around your waist, burying his face in the softness of your neck, his breathing hot and shaky as he hides himself against you.
It's not just about sex anymore, if it ever even was. It's about everything else that you're both too scared to say out loud.
You stay like that, holding each other. You rest your head against his. You can feel the beat of his heart and that's all you need right now, no words.
Billy's heart wild, hammering in a rhythm that is entirely dictated by you.
It’s proof of life, a proof that despite the pain in his life, the anger, and the complicated mess you two are in now, he is alive, and he is here, and he is yours.
Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove & Max Mayfield, Eddie Munson & Max Mayfield, Neil Hargrove/Susan Hargrove
Characters: Billy Hargrove, Max Mayfield, Eddie Munson, Neil Hargrove, Susan Hargrove
Additional Tags: Dark fic, Missing Character, Gaslighting, Misunderstanding, Injuries, Thriller, Open Ending
Summary:
After yet another argument with his father, Billy goes missing just a few weeks before graduation. People in Hawkins are either convinced he ran away on his own or he deserved whatever happened to him. When there's no one else willing to look for Billy, there's only one person set on finding out the truth of what happened; and she will do it, even if she might be too late.
For this Reverse Billy Big Bang collaboration, the artwork by @alicetallula and the fic is by @karlachismylife ! They will be posting during our posting season of July 15th to July 31st !
Excerpted from the poem Hand Me Downs by Sarah Kay
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I know you’ve taken to wearing around your father’s hand-me-down anger. But I wish that you wouldn’t. It’s a few sizes too big and everyone can see it doesn’t fit you, makes you look silly, hangs loose at all the wrong places, even if it does match your skin colour.
I know you think you’ll grow into it, that your arms will beef up after all the fighting and it will sit on your shoulders if you pin it on the right places with well-placed conviction. The bathroom mirror tells you you look good in it, that it makes your fists look a lot more justified, when you dig your hands deep into the pockets you’ll find stories hidden he left there for you to hand out to the other boys like car bombs.
And on days when everything else is slipping through your fingers, this you can wrap yourself inside of, this will keep you warm at night, help you drift off to sleep with a certainty that no matter what, it will still be there when you wake up. And the longer you wear it, the better it starts to fit, until some of the stories are your own. Maybe the holes in the sleeve are from the bullets you dodged yourself, so when it rips, snags on a barbed wire fence or someone else’s family, don’t worry. Cos your mother and your sister will help mend it- patch the holes, sew the tears, replace a button or two, help you back into it and tell you how proud they are of you, how good it looks on you the same way it looked on your dad, and your granddad too, and on his dad before him and on his father before him.
But back then, back then there was only sand until someone drew a line, someone built a wall, someone threw a stone. And the crack in the skull that it hit fractured perfectly outward, like twigs on the branches on the limbs of a family tree. So someone threw a stone back, and each fracture, each tiny break wound itself together into thread and the thread pulled itself around him- your great-great-great-great somebody.
And on the other side of that wall they were knitting just as fast, and theirs fit them just as well but only slightly different shade. So I’m asking, when the time comes, who’s gonna be the first one to put down the needle and thread? Who’s gonna be the first one to remember that their grandpa suffered just as many broken windows, broken hearts, broken bones, in the first time you come down to dinner and your son is sitting at the dining table with your hatred on his shoulders, who’s gonna tell him it’s finally time to take it off?
I would love to see you write an angsty fic of reader betraying Billy. I would love to see your take on how his reaction would be. You write him so well and I think embody his real emotions better than I've seen most do.
Thank you.
This means so much to me. Being inside Billy's head is my favorite place to write from, even though he's so hard on himself and makes me want to give him a hug... poor baby
It's just a little oneshot and I hope I did your idea justice ❤️
Title: It's Over
Warnings: Language. Billy's angst and heartbreak. That's all.
Billy really likes you.
Actually, he's in love with you. At least as much as he lets himself admit it. Only been together for about six months or so, but that might as well be a million years, because for Billy, staying that long with anyone was an anomaly. He didn't do long term, yet here he was six months later, still craving the taste of your lips against his.
Something about you that makes his guard come down. Feels like he can be himself for once in his short life. Loves your softness and your pretty smile. Pretends to hate it when you play with his hair, but the way you touch him is so tender it breaks him.
But lately there's talk.
Shit he hears in the locker room when no one knows he's listening, or in the hallways. All hush hush. Talk that maybe you haven't exactly been faithful. Some college guy he thinks, because let's be real, no guy at Hawkins High would dare touch anything that belonged to Billy, and the whole school knows you're his girl.
Thing is, he's always the one who cheats. Can't stay faithful to save his life. Didn't this time though, and this is the thanks he gets for staying true to you.
Should have known better.
After school, and he's leaning against the Camaro, like he always does when he's waiting for you. Sunlight reflecting off her new coat of wax. She's a showstopper for sure, just like Billy himself.
To anyone walking by he looks like he always does.
King of Hawkins High.
Too cool to even glance in your direction. Too cool to give you the time of day. Smoking a cigarette in that James Dean sort of way. Wearing a tight tank top, clinging to his broad, muscular chest. Skin with this constant light sheen of sweat, already so tan. Small sweat stains under his pits, only emphasizing just how hot and humid it is already, and it's not even officially summer yet.
Once his finished cigarette is flicked away, his thick arms cross over his chest. The silver chain he always wears, lays haphazardly, stuck in the depression above his collarbone, like he was just in a fight and it got tossed around and he didn't bother to fix it. It reflects the sunlight, and from across the school's parking lot it shines like a beacon of light attached to this hot, beautiful man, for any helpless pretty girl passing by. Just another reason to stare in his direction, which everyone always does anyway.
Blue eyes bright and intense, watch as you walk towards him, scanning your face for what exactly, he's not sure... guilt maybe? Usually he'd have a cocky little grin plastered to his face just watching your pretty tits bouncing in his direction, knowing he's about to take you home and have his way with you. But not today.
You look pretty right now. Too pretty.
You get closer, smiling up at him. His dirty blonde curls blow soft around his shoulders in the light breeze. He doesn't smile back. Pushes off his car, you two meeting each other half way across the courtyard.
His smell. Familiar. Aramis and cigarettes. It fills your head the second he gets close enough and it makes you feel warm inside.
"Some assholes whispering shit about you all over school. Say you're being a slut behind my back."
He huffs, voice deep and kind of gravelly, like he's been smoking too many cigarettes.
"What? Huh? That's... weird. Who said that?"
You say and Billy doesn't miss for one second how your gaze darts away, how you can't really look him in the face. Can immediately sense the shift in you and this slow, dark heat fills his veins.
"Don't do that."
He growls, voice lower now, more dangerous than a moment ago.
His thumb and forefinger catch your chin, forcing your face back up towards his. Wants you to look at him... needs to see you when he's feeling this restless and unsure. Needs you to tell him it's not true, but he can see it in the way you act, that it most likely is.
"Tell me the fuckn' truth. Right now! Because if you're trying to make a fool out of me..."
He demands, voice cracking like a whip, making a few heads turn and glance at the both of you.
"Billy. I'm so sorry..."
Billy doesn't let you finish.
The moment the words come out of your mouth his expression changes. Jaw clenched so tight it looks like it could break. Something in those blue eyes you couldn't quite read, hate? Confusion? His heart beating hard and strong and you can see it pulse in his neck. He feels that familiar burning anger that usually ends with bloody knuckles, but he forces it down. Won't let you see that the thought of losing you actually makes his stomach turn.
For Billy, being hurt is being weak. He'd rather strike first. Hurt you, before you hurt him.
"Yeah, well just another pretty face in a town full of em'. And honestly babe... you aren't even that pretty... just so fuckn' easy. Jesus... such a dumb bitch... too stupid to see I was just using you for pussy."
He laughs cruelly, words sharp and jagged, designed to hurt.
Knows what he said was awful and he didn't mean a word of it, but he feels this twisted sense of triumph. Watches your eyes well up with tears, and for a split second something inside him cracks and he wants to pull you close and beg you to please, please... don't fucking leave him.
But that stubborn pride... those walls he's built, come back up.
He waits for you to do something. To slap his arrogant, pretty face. To burst into tears, or maybe tell him you love him. Beg him for forgiveness so he can laugh in your face. Waits for you to do anything to prove he still has power over you, because the silence is the only thing that truly scares the shit out of him.
A wave of sadness washes over you. You never wanted to hurt him. You just knew it was never going to work, as much as you wanted it too. Billy is tough. He has walls built so high they're suffocating you both. You want so bad to grab him and kiss the bitterness right out of his mouth, but instead you just stand there, a sadness in your eyes that makes him want to fall at your feet.
But this is Billy. He doesn't give you a chance to find your voice. He can't stand the way the silence makes him feel small.
Without another word he turns his back to you. Motorcycle boots crunching loudly on the gravel as he walks towards the driver's side of his car. The sound of the slamming door like a firecracker echoing through the school parking lot. A sick feeling in his gut as he grips the steering wheel tight, so tight his ring bites into his skin.
Shifts the car into gear, engine loud. Students scatter to avoid getting hit. Gravel spitting from beneath his tires.
He doesn't look back. He can't.
Because if he looked and saw you crying, he might lose his shit. Might just turn around, find you and kiss you, like some pathetic asshole.
His chest hurts, feels like someone is squeezing him from the inside. Can't breath, his heart racing. Wants a cigarette but can't be bothered to go through the motions of getting one and lighting it.
Drives too fast. Reckless and dangerous. Heading nowhere specific, just away from everything. You. That fucking school. This hick town.
Cranks the volume on the radio so loud it vibrates the entire car, trying to drown out the whirlwind of chaos in his own head.
It's too loud.
It's not loud enough.
He drives like he's drunk, pushing the Camaro as fast as she was designed to go, just not here, along these small town streets.
He guns it, tires screeching as he takes the corner hard on the intersection of Cornwallis and Kerley. For a split second it's like the Camaro lifts slightly on two wheels and he feels like he's flying.
His long curls whip wildly around his face, so long they dance across his eyes and tickle his nose.
No plan.
Just speed.
Push the Camaro harder.
Faster.
Like maybe if he goes fast enough he can outrun the ache behind his ribs...
But he can't. Somewhere deep down he knows that.
Feels like someone came and reached in his body and ripped something vital right out of him. The anger that burned hot for a while has softened and now that he's alone, comes that quiet, crushing weight. A heaviness in his head and chest. His eyes sting. Vision blurs. He blinks fast, fighting against what he knows is coming.
No way was he crying over this.
Crying over you.
But you were his. At least he thought you were.
Told you you weren't pretty. That he just used you for sex and those words taste like acid now that he sits with them. Said it loud enough for everyone to hear. Destroy you first...
... but he didn't mean a single word of it. You were more than that. So much more.
Tears falls down his cheeks, both angry and humiliating.
"FUCK!"
A guttural scream rips out of him, the sound tearing from his throat, making it feel raw, echoing in the car despite the loud music. Pounds his fist against the dashboard hard, again and again, making his whole hand throb. Notices some blood pooling around his knuckles.
Good.
Pain he understands.
Something he can feel.
Something he can control.
Driving like he's got a death wish, swerving and pushing down on the gas, the car vibrating though his bones, rattling his teeth, music blaring so he can barely hear himself think. His breathing ragged with the emotions he never learned how to handle without violence, or speed, or sex, or getting wasted.
Hates himself more with every passing second. Can hear Neil in his head: "I've got such a pussy for a son."
Swerving the Camaro too fast, taking another sharp turn. But he won't slow down. Won't stop. Because then he'll have to deal with all those feelings that will crush him beneath their weight, and that would feel worse than dying in this metal coffin at over 100 miles per hour. Wishes he would crash.
Was actually falling for you.
Actually letting you inside the soft places.
Why does it hurt so bad?
Did he actually believe for a second that anyone could actually love him?
"Just another stupid slut."
He mutters under his breath.
Feeding on the bitterness, letting the anger sooth the rawness in his chest. If he could convince himself you were trash, he wouldn't feel so out of control. Just a pretty face that lost its luster anyway, so who gives a fuck, right?
Grips the wheel tight, knuckles red and raw, covered in drying blood. Forces your pretty face out of his head, your soft crying eyes, how small you looked after he said what he said to you.
No.
You didn't matter. He could replace you tomorrow. Plenty of bitches in the sea. Girls who would drop their panties for a chance at him in a heartbeat.
Thats all that matters.
Not softness. Not love.
Just flesh.
The Camaro slows down on the gravel at the parking lot of the only connivence store for miles, just outside of town. The tires throwing up a cloud of dust as he kills the engine.
He sits in the silence for a beat, chest heavy.
The heat of his anger slowly cooling to this dull throbbing ache in his head. Grabs the rearview, tilting it towards his face. His blue eyes bloodshot, rimmed with red, his face blotchy and puffy from the tears he tried so hard to fight against.
Hates the way he looks. Too soft. Too baby.
Crying over some girl.
But you aren't just some girl.
You broke him without even trying.
Stares at his watery eyes and then... just within his line of sight, a girl. He watches her just long enough to register she's pretty. Brunette with a soft face and a skirt too short. Laughing at something her friend said as she walks outside the doors of the store.
It's like muscle memory.
Puts the mirror back in its place. Takes a long deep breath, forcing the trembling in his hands to still. Grabs the pack of Marlboros from the console.
Everything he does practiced, like second nature.
The wall comes back up. It's seamless.
Steps out of the car, slow and cool. Rolls his shoulders back, runs his hand through his dirty blonde curls, mussing them up soft and sexy, like he just rolled out of bed, or out of Playgirl magazine. Pulls his leather jacket on, cocky smile back on his handsome face.
Charming as sin. All sharp edges and pretty teeth.
"Hey, baby."
He smiles and she smiles back.
His voice low and smooth like honey.
And just like that... it was as if you never even existed.
Hiiiiiii! I’m not sure if you had any plans for the “Big bad vampire and his little witch” series yet or if someone beat me to the punch with sending in any ideas for a fic in the series. But I was thinking what if there was like a little mixed up potion incident with the reader and David, followed by any sort of shenanigans you can think of? Like, mixed up love potion or mixed up truth potion or something. Either way it’s a potion David wasn’t supposed to have and then something something follows.
The potion incident
Big bad vampire and his little witch ~ Chapter 3
David x Fem! Witch! Reader
A/n: Thank you so much for this request! I'm so sorry it took so long to write it. I'm so excited about this one!! I loved coming up with little tidbits of lore for Reader and also for how the magic works in this world. This could have gone in a lot of directions, and I was debating whether I should put more interactions between David and Reader in here. But for the overall plot, I decided it would be better if they just kept yearning for now heheh.
Word count: 2.8k
Summary: David is interested in learning about potions, especially because you're so enthusiastic when explaining to him. But a little mixup forces him to experience just what potions can really do.
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David let out a small, pained sigh. It was the third one this night. You glanced over at him with slight concern, wondering what might cause a vampire to make such a sound.
“Are you okay?” you asked tentatively, eyeing the tension in his jaw and the frown on his face.
“I’m fine, sweetheart, it’s just a migraine,” he replied, sending you a small smile that did nothing to convince you.
Your eyes widened in curiosity. “Vampires get migraines?”
He grimaced a bit. “Sometimes. Although not as much as humans. And of course their pain meds don’t work for it.”
You hummed in contemplation, storing away this new information into the back of your brain. Then you pulled out your notepad, scribbling down a few things. You tapped your chin with your pen as you thought for a few seconds before your eyes lit up and you continued writing. You could feel David’s gaze on the side of your head.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m writing an ingredients list for a potion. I think I might be able to mix something up for you that will help.”
He blinked at you sceptically. “Have you done something like this before?”
You sent him a flat stare. “Pain meds for vampire migraines? No, I haven’t. But I’ve spent centuries studying herbs and natural remedies, and I’ve created the composition for every potion I sell. I think I can figure this out, thank you very much.”
This earned you a chuckle.
“So what? I’m going to be your guinea pig for this experimental new potion of yours?” He replied, his voice taking on a teasing tone.
The corner of your mouth twitched. “This,” you pointed at your notes, “is not an experiment. It’s pretty simple actually. I just need to tweak the doses of a few ingredients to count for your body’s stronger resistance. That,” you pointed at the little jar sitting tucked away at the back of your counter, “that is an experiment.”
David reached over, taking the jar in his hand and holding it up in front of his face. It was filled with a blue liquid that seemed to shimmer in the artificial light.
“What does it do?”
“No idea,” you shrugged.
He sent you an amused look. “You made it and you have no idea what it is?”
“Technically, it’s not even finished. It needs to sit for a few more days for the ingredients to really fuse together.”
He handed it back to you and you put it away to its previous place.
“So this is something you enjoy? Coming up with new potions?”
His lips curled into a smile as he watched your face light up, and you launched into an enthusiastic explanation.
“Making potions is very similar to cooking in many ways. If you know what you’re doing and you know what effect each ingredient has, then you get an idea of what combining them would result in. Some potions you can just throw together and it’s done. But for some of them, you need to wait for the ingredients to settle and mix properly for the desired effect. Just like how some foods need to simmer longer to really bring out the flavour you want.”
He nodded, signalling that he’s following you so far.
“Now,” you continued, your eyes practically sparkling. “The added beauty with potions is that the result is not always as easy to predict. Mixing together a few ingredients that you know the individual effect of is one thing. But when you add a dash of magic, in some cases it can produce something completely unexpected.”
“So you’re playing mad scientist,” he commented, his smirk growing wider when you fall for his teasing.
“Please,” you scoffed. “That stereotype was born because men with an unhealthy amount of audacity thought they could use our practices for their own gain.” Your smile looked deceptively innocent as you added, “There’s a reason most of them suffered an unfortunate end.”
David was intrigued. He kept watching you as you interacted with customers, sold your trinkets, leaning into the mystical witch persona you created. And all the while he kept wondering what other secrets he might get to learn about you. Every time he thought he had figured you out, you shared another tidbit of your past, let another crumb of information slip that hinted at the depth of your knowledge and experience. It added a new piece to the puzzle that was you – and he was wondering if you will ever let him see the full picture.
He couldn’t wait to find out.
The next night was crazy. The Boardwalk had been swarmed by people even before the sun set and you were barely keeping it together. You’ve rearranged your display for the third time in the last hour, because curious kids kept messing it up, you’ve performed palm readings for what must have been a whole high school cheerleading club and your jewelry and crystal sections started to look pretty bare. And it was only 10 pm.
Business was booming. But you definitely felt like your mouth would fall right off from how much you’ve been talking.
You barely even noticed when David showed up. There was a short lull between customers, and you finally got to breathe a little. That’s when you sensed his presence.
“How long have you been standing there?” you asked, turning toward the dark shadow looming between two temporarily closed booths.
A cloud of smoke slithered forward lazily and a moment after David stepped forth, his signature quiet smirk on his face.
“Long enough to see you chase away that drunk guy before he threw up right in front of your shop.”
You groaned, burying your face in your hand.
“Don’t even remind me. I’m glad you at least enjoyed the show. Instead of being helpful,” you sent him a pointed glare, but there was no real bite behind it.
“I was under the impression that you could take care of yourself.”
Oh, he’s being cheeky today.
“I can. Doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a bit of chivalry every now and then,” you commented with another side glance toward him.
He chuckled, but before he could respond, a new wave of people passed by your store, many of them stopping to stare at your goods. Between greeting them and answering questions, you called over to him.
“Oh, I finished your pain killer by the way. It’s the little jug over at your end. Let me know later how it worked.”
You saw him pick up the jar with a clear liquid inside, then he nodded a quick thanks your way. He stood there for a few more minutes, at least until he finished his cigarette, but there seemed to be no end to the constant barrage of customers. Concluding that you would probably be busy for the rest of the night, David went to join up with his boys.
By the time you put up your closed sign, your display had visible patches of empty space where you sold out. Despite the bone deep exhaustion, you felt satisfied with the day’s work. While you were packing up, you made a quick mental note to make yourself a chamomile tea when you got home to help quiet your still buzzing brain. Looking forward to getting some rest, you glanced over one more time to your little jar of experiment, just to check on it before you truly closed up for the day.
Your heart dropped when you noticed it wasn’t there. It dropped even further when you saw what should have been David’s pain medicine still sitting in its place.
Oh fuck.
He must have taken the wrong one by accident. The liquid in your experiment potion has turned clear by this morning, so they looked basically identical. Of course you kept them separate just to be sure, but things were moved around so much on your counter tonight.
You had no idea what that potion would do. It wasn’t even fully finished!
David would be back tomorrow night. Then you can investigate. For now, all you could do was hope it wouldn't have an adverse effect.
David, in fact, did not come back the next night. Or the one after that. By the third, you seriously started to worry.
Sure, you used one or two pretty potent ingredients in that potion, but you were confident they couldn’t cause serious harm, not to a vampire. So why haven’t you seen him in days?
You were debating whether you should go visit him for a change, just to see that he was okay. He didn’t mention where he and his friends stayed, but you could find out if you wanted to. If you were worried enough.
Fortunately, it didn’t have to come to that.
The three boys came to your store a few hours after sundown. You took one look at their faces and you knew that something was going on.
“It’s David, isn’t it?”
They exchanged a glance that seemed to convey a whole conversation you weren’t privy to. Like they debated how much they should tell you.
“He’s been weird the past few days,” Dwayne started.
“Weird how?”
“The other night he was talking about how much we mean to him,” Paul shuddered. “Real soft, lovey-dovey stuff. It was kinda creepy.”
That definitely didn’t sound like him. You’ve known David for a little while now. And although it was clear he was close with his boys, you never took him for the affectionate type.
“He was talking about you too,” Marko remarked, the corner of his lips turning up into a cheeky little smile. That is, until an elbow connected with his side and he stumbled. He turned to glare at Dwayne, who pointedly ignored him.
“What was he saying about me?” you asked, suddenly more curious than worried.
Paul broke into a wide grin, his eyes sparkling like he was about to share some really juicy information, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Dwayne slapped his hand across it. Paul’s muffled protests immediately died down when Dwayne levelled him with a stare.
“Nothing important,” he replied instead.
You very much doubted that, but his message was clear. They were not going to snitch on him, no matter how much the two loudmouthes wanted to.
“Does he have any other symptoms? Nausea, itching, any changes to his appearance?”
Paul wrestled Dwayne’s hand off of him just to ask, “Girl, what the hell? What did you do to him?”
“Nothing like that,” Marko answered your question, ignoring Paul’s outburst. “But he does behave like he drank a love potion or something,” he joked.
Your whole body went rigid.
No. There’s no way. Although come to think of it, some of the ingredients did indeed have a combined effect of altering behaviour. But when you were explaining the unpredictability of magic in potions to David, you certainly didn’t think this was how it would turn out.
You let out a long sigh, then started explaining everything to the boys. The migraine, the painkiller, your experiment and the mixup. Unsurprisingly, they found it hilarious.
“Well, that explains it,” Dwayne chuckled.
The other two had shit eating grins on their faces. They shared a mischievous look that promised David would never hear the end of their teasing. You felt kinda sorry for him.
On the other hand, you were just glad it wasn’t something more serious.
“Do you know how long it will take until the potion loses effect?” Dwayne inquired, but all you could do was shrug.
“It’s honestly hard to tell. Could be a few days, could be a week, maybe even two. Love potions usually last a pretty long time. Or at least until someone loses a head. Or a heart.”
“Oh, fun,” Marko muttered.
“But since this is a special case, and he’s also a vampire, I’d say just keep an eye on him, and he should be back to his normal self pretty soon.”
“That should be easy. He’s been brooding in a corner for days,” Paul snickered. “He doesn’t even talk to us in case anything embarrassing slips out.”
Now you had to admit, that was a pretty amusing mental image.
“Just come back and tell me if his condition changes for the worse or some new symptom appears. I’ll see what I can do.”
“What, like make him another potion? You sure he would want that?” Paul joked.
A muscle in your face started twitching. Marko could have sworn that the temperature dropped around them by a couple degrees in the next moment.
Your sickly sweet smile was a chilling match to your icy tone as you started to speak.
“First of all, this little incident was an honest mistake that was completely out of my control. Second of all, the potion I made for David works. My other potion would have been fine had it been sitting undisturbed for a few more days. Then I would have been able to test it in a controlled environment. I have been practicing magic for far longer than you’ve been alive, let alone been a vampire. So don’t question my capabilities, boy.”
Paul was pretty sure that if looks could kill, he would have dropped dead before the first word even left your mouth. Suddenly, he started to wonder whether you could actually obliterate him just by looking at him. He didn’t want to find out.
“S-sorry ma’am,” he muttered wide-eyed.
The sunny brightness returned to your face then.
“Alright then. Be good, guys. Tell me if anything changes with David.”
They left your shop feeling whiplashed.
“Dude, she was totally about to kill you,” Marko nudged his friend.
“I know, man, I think I saw my life flash before my eyes,” Paul replied.
“What was it like?”
A wide grin stretched across Paul’s lips.
“Pretty cool.”
Dwayne just shook his head. He was going to enjoy telling David about this.
Another week passed before that familiar shadow darkened the front of your store once again. You sensed him coming, and when you turned to his usual spot with a smile, David was leaning against the corner of your counter, smoking a cigarette like nothing even happened.
“How is your head?”
He snorted. “That’s your first question?”
Your lips quirked up just a bit further. “I’ve heard about everything else from the boys. And that was my main concern anyway.”
There was something strange in his eyes when he looked at you then. But he blinked, and it was gone.
“My head is fine. The migraine disappeared the day after I last saw you.”
You felt relieved. “Great! Everything turned out well then.”
Comfortable silence settled between you. You continued stocking your display while David was people watching. It almost felt like it did before.
“What did they tell you?”
You cast him a sideway glance. “Nothing incriminating. Just that you were acting like you drank a love potion.”
He let out a long sigh, but you couldn’t quite decide whether it was from relief or exasperation.
“It’s not exactly what I expected, though some of the ingredients can have a behaviour altering effect. Still, it must have been quite the sight if they came all the way to me for help.”
Your lips quirked into an amused smirk when you caught the tips of his ears turning a lovely shade of red.
“It was just a shame that I didn’t see you for so many days,” you added lightheartedly.
“I missed you.”
Your hand stopped its movement, the pendant you were holding hanging midair – just like his confession.
You stared at one another for a moment, his face mirroring your surprise. Now he was flushed all the way down his neck.
“I think there’s still some of that stuff in my system,” he stated.
You watched him for a moment longer then gave him a slow nod.
“Might be.”
“I should go.”
Before you had a chance to answer, he was already going, pulling up the collar of his coat further.
He left you with a flutter in your stomach and a small, silly smile on your face.
You were probably right, David thought, that potion did alter his behaviour. But what he didn’t tell you, what he didn’t tell the boys either, was that it didn’t alter it in a way you all thought. Because he didn’t get the unnatural urge to profess his love, he got the unnatural urge to profess the truth.
