summary: pt.2 requested by @siriusdumblittlepuppy :) follows on from steve finding out you and billy are dating
length: 1.5k
warnings: mainly fluff, soft!billy, mentions of abuse (billy’s dad), insecurity (abt how the reader could be with billy)
a.n: set around s2/3 ish? there are no volume 2 spoilers in this post!
It took Steve a good two minutes to stop talking. When he finished, he breathed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You done now?” you asked your brother. He scrunched his nose up and shook his head, mostly in disbelief.
“Y/N,” he began in that tone of his that makes you roll your eyes. He looked lost for words so you sat up, Billy doing the same behind you. You half blocked him with your body, keeping him out of the wrath of your brother. Even if you knew Billy could take it, this was about you and Steve, not Billy and Steve.
“Steve.” You caught his attention. “This isn’t something new. And it’s not just a one-time thing, though even if it was it wouldn’t be any of your business.” You paused and glanced behind you at Billy. He was trying to hide his bruised face in the shadows and your heart broke for him a little. He only ever let you see him like this. He’d hate for the guy he replaced as King of Hawkins to see him so vulnerable. He chews his lip nervously and you give him a small smile and face your brother again. “I love him, Steve. And I’m pretty sure he loves me, too. And I’ve had to put up with you and your fair share of girls you’ve sneaked in when mom and dad aren’t here, so I’ll thank you to keep out of my business.”
Steve’s mouth fell open. He closed it at the sight of your glare and his eyes flicked over to Billy. If he noticed the bruises, he said nothing, keeping to himself instead. He knew he couldn’t really tell you off. You were right—Steve had invited girls over multiple times when your parents were away and bribed you to secrecy with promises of doing it for you in the future. Now the moment was here, he just didn’t think it would be with Billy freaking Hargrove of all people.
And yet, he’d seen the look of surprise on Billy’s face when you’d said you loved each other. And not a bad kind of surprise either, the kind that warmed your stomach and made your heart beat a little faster. It was how he had felt with Nancy. It was confirmation that Billy did in fact love you and something about it hurt him in a good way. He shook his head. Love was hard to understand.
“Alright, Y/N,” Steve said after a moment of silence. “I won’t get in your way. Just…just don’t break her heart, Hargrove.”
Billy’s head lifted. “Never, Harrington.”
Steve nodded and he left, muttering something about kids in love on his way out. When he was back in his room, you turned to Billy. “Look, Billy—”
His lips pressed to yours, cutting you off. He didn’t pull away until you were both breathless and he rested his forehead on yours, panting slightly. “I love you, princess. I do.”
“Oh,” you breathed in relief. “I’m so glad because I kind of just said it hoping you did love me, since I love you and I know it’s only been a few months or whatever but I know you like the back of my hand and I wanna be here for every bad night and every good night you have. Through thick and thin and all the soppy shit people like Steve say to girls he falls in love with for a night. Except this isn’t just for a night. It’s for every night.”
Billy laughed. “Jesus, do you ever stop rambling when you’re nervous?”
You blushed. “No.”
“C’mere.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in until your back was resting against his chest again. Now it felt the opposite way, like he was protecting you after you’d patched up his wounds and defended your love affair to your brother. But there was a shift in the air. Something had changed in the space of ten minutes. Your love affair was no longer secret and you didn’t have to sneak around. Your brother had accepted it and wasn’t going to stop you from seeing Billy, which had been your biggest worry. And best of all, you found you Billy loved you as much as you loved him.
You snuggled down into him, closing your eyes. “Maybe now you can use the front door,” you mumbled as you drifted off.
#
After that, the dynamic of the group changed entirely. Mike was first to protest that the guys couldn’t come round and see Steve without seeing you and Billy being all couple-y in the kitchen. One of the kids would walk past your bedroom to go to the bathroom and see your door open slightly, you and Billy kissing on your bed or simply hanging together. They’d cry out in surprise and run on. And you and Billy would laugh, finding it hilarious.
Max found it strange, too, even though she knew. She was fine with it, but she was getting used to the idea of seeing you guys in public. Still, she was grateful that it meant Billy spent more time at your house than home though she didn’t enjoy having to avoid Billy’s dad’s questions about where he was at all times. She’d never tell Billy either, but secretly she loved having you in her life more. You felt like a big sister to her and the times that you were spending time at her house, she enjoyed how you’d kick Billy out of the sitting room to have girl time with her.
The worst problem was Dustin, who constantly moaned about your relationship with Billy to anyone who would listen. Most of the time it was to Steve, begging him to break it up already before Billy got bored and dumped you.
“Christ, Henderson!” you exclaimed after walking into the kitchen to hear Dustin saying exactly that to Steve.
Steve froze, wide-eyed, and busied himself making coffee. Dustin just turned, arms folded, and continued. “Come on, Y/N, you know what he’s like!”
Now, you loved Dustin. Truly. He was a good kid with a big heart and a wicked sense of humour. And even though his friendship with Steve was still relatively new, you could tell how much your brother meant to him. But that didn’t give him any right to pester Steve about ending your relationship. Or any place to comment on it at all, really.
“Listen to me, Henderson,” you said slowly, trying to remain calm when really you were quite pissed off by it all. “It’s been three weeks since Steve found out and he has kept his promise to keep out of it. I would ask you to do the same thing. My relationship with Billy only concerns the two of us and we will not be splitting up because of you lot whining about it. You hear me?”
Dustin’s face calmed down and he looked down at his feet. “Yes, Y/N,” he said apologetically.
“Good.” You patted his head and walked out of the kitchen, taking Steve’s mug of coffee with you as he was lifting it to his mouth for the first sip.
#
Billy was just as pissed when you told him what happened. “That little shit,” he said, his knuckles flexing around his steering wheel as he drove the pair of you to school. “When I see him, I’m gonna—”
“You’re gonna do nothing,” you said pointedly, throwing him a look. He glanced over at you and rolled his eyes, knowing he couldn’t argue with you. “I set him straight and now they’ll stop bothering us. And anyway, the best revenge is to be together forever so looks like we’re gonna just have to do that instead.”
Billy laughed and his hand found its way to your bare thigh, fingers brushing your skirt. “That simple, huh?”
“Yep. That simple, Hargrove.” You looked at him. The bruise from that night was pretty faded by now, but there was a new one on his jaw forming from two nights ago. They were becoming less frequent since Billy could stay at yours more often. But you knew that when he went home, he would always end up with one after his dad demanded to know where he’d been. Wanting to keep you away from his dad, he’d never say. He’d make up some lie or be vague and his dad didn’t like that. It was becoming a vicious cycle.
You said, “You can’t get rid of me and I can’t get rid of them, so looks like we’re all just going to have to make do for the rest of our lives.”
He pulled up into the parking lot of Hawkins High and stopped the car, turning in his seat to look at you. He admired everything about you but especially at this time in the morning, when the sun was still rising in the sky and shone perfectly on your hair, making it glow. He thought you were beautiful. Heavenly, almost. How was he so lucky that someone as wonderful as you cared about someone like him?
“Billy,” you said softly, pulling from his darkening thoughts. You saw right through him. Saw where his mind had been wandering. “I love you, stupid.”
He grinned. “Love you too, sweetheart. Army of protective kids and all.”
summary: you're seeing eddie behind jason's back and he doesn't know. yet (based on scotty doesn't know)
length: 3.1k (i got really into this omg)
warnings: 18+ minors DNI! repeated mentions of cheating, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), lots of sex references, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, cursing
a.n: seriously guys this whole thing is about cheating so be warned, lots of angst, smut, pining and fluff though. also i dont think jason is this much of an asshole irl but this is just for plot. and i highly recommend listening to scotty doesn't know by lustra for this! (set during ep 1 of s4 - the hellfire club)
Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me do it in my van every Sunday//She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go//Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know…
This was the third week in a row you’d been late to meet Jason. It was Sunday and he had just finished basketball practice with his friends ready for the upcoming game. It had happened slowly. You started forgetting what time you were meant to meet up, or showing up looking thoroughly dishevelled which pissed Jason off to no end. Now, you’d simply not shown up.
He glances around the empty parking lot of school, his friends shrugging at him when he asks, “Has anyone seen Y/N?”
“I dunno, man,” one of them says noncommittally. “It’s Sunday, maybe she’s in church?”
Jason hums. Your family were religious, that was true. And sometimes you tagged along to keep up appearances, but he knew you didn’t really enjoy it too much. But you did it for your family, because you loved them. So maybe you did just forget about today and went with them to church instead. Jason chooses to believe that and decides to catch up with you tomorrow at school. He knows there’ll be a rational explanation.
You pant, breathless, as Eddie removes his fingers from your aching core. His brown eyes are blown wide with longing and he grinned at how fucked out you look already. “That good, huh?” he teases you and you roll your eyes, sitting up in the back of his van.
This was common practice. You knew it was wrong, cheating on Jason, but it had happened accidentally. You’d bumped into Eddie at a party where he was dealing and Jason was off talking to some girl or doing a keg stand. You’d been bored out of your mind, waiting for Jason to pay some attention to you, when you had physically fallen for Eddie Munson. Well, into, but he still made the joke, smiling at you earnestly. In truth, he’d had a crush on you for years and the way you looked in those high waisted shorts and tank top that left little to the imagination, well—it was only a matter of time before he was leading you out to his van.
Where you met up every Sunday when you told Jason you’d be in church.
“Your turn,” you say to Eddie, nudging his legs until he’s sat up, you on your knees in front of him.
“Lucky me,” he sighs, watching you contentedly. You were his dream girl and he couldn’t believe his luck. Still, you had asked him to keep it quiet until school ended and you could end things with Jason without him being too much of an asshole. He was leaving for college, you were staying here. You could cut ties with him forever and keep Eddie safe from the basketball idiots Jason hung around with.
But neither of you could keep your hands of each other. It was a different kind of love to what you had once felt with Jason. When you first met, Jason made you feel like you were in a fairytale, showering you with gifts and taking you out everywhere, showing you off to the world. But then it turned sour and you realised you were more like a trophy than supposedly the love of his life. He didn’t listen to what you had to say, expecting you to sit back and be a good little house wife.
And Eddie was the opposite. He was entranced by the way you could speak for hours about a topic that interested you. He made you feel like the only person in the world that mattered, making sure you were okay above all else. He wanted to keep you safe, but never once in a possessive way. And the sex—
“Yeah,” you smirk. “Lucky you.”
He groans as you tie your hair up the way he likes, knowing he’ll be holding onto it soon. His eyes roll into the back of his head as you start to blow him, knowing all the ways to make him squirm until he’s forcing your head down and making you gag. This was the only place, in the confines of his van (or sometimes your bedroom and his trailer) that he could be in charge. And you would let him, enjoying every single second of Eddie making you his.
You just wish you could shout it to the whole of Hawkins.
Fiona says she's out shopping//But she's under me and I'm not stopping…
“How long does it take to shop?” Jason mutters, checking his watch. He was with his friends (again) and the film was starting in ten minutes. He’d arranged a big date between the team and their girlfriends, expecting you to be there as Hawkins High’s It Couple. You’d agreed immediately and called him this morning telling him that he didn’t need to pick you up since you were going shopping with Robin to find an outfit that would make everyone jealous that you two were together. You’d meet him at the theatre.
Yet here he was, waiting and watching his friends with their girlfriends file into the cinema to take their seats and he’s left waiting by the doors. He glances around. It’s dark—maybe you got lost? You didn’t drive, claiming that you preferred it when Jason drove you around and he loved it too, so maybe you took a wrong turn in the dark. But then your mom normally drives you when he’s not around—so where were you?
Five minutes to the movie. If he doesn’t go now, he’ll miss the movie. He shakes his head, not even thinking for a minute that you were somewhere else, with someone else. He just chalks it down to you being forgetful or busy. Lately, you’d been spending a lot of your time studying or daydreaming, your mind elsewhere. Your finals were coming up and you were preoccupied. He got that. He just wish it didn’t look so bad on him when you stand him up.
He walks into the theatre alone.
Your fingernails scratch down Eddie’s back and his eyelids flutter closed at the sensation of it as he pounds into you. His pick necklace falls onto your bare chest and he loves the sight of it, the sight of you naked underneath him, writhing in pleasure.
“God, princess, you’re gonna make me cum just looking this pretty,” he moans into your neck as he peppers you with kisses.
“Eddie,” you breathe, butterflies fluttering in your stomach—from the compliment or the way his cock was repeatedly slamming in and out of you, you don’t know. Either way, you know that this feeling here, this pure bliss, is the only way you want to feel for the rest of your life. You could happily spend all your days sharing a joint with Eddie and going at it all day long.
And it’s not just about the sex. It’s him in general that you love. Some days you just come over to his trailer to hang out and watch a movie together. You could never watch a horror movie with Jason, but Eddie loves them and insists on showing you all the cult classics that he’s adamant you’ll love too. He lays in bed with you in his arms sometimes and reads to you, Stephen King or Tolkien or even just his newest D&D campaign, wanting your approval.
For five weeks, you’ve been keeping this part of yourself a secret from everybody. Robin was the only person who knew (and probably Steve, by extension) and she covered for you when you asked, without question. She knew the difficult position you were in. Robin didn’t judge—she was in between a rock and a hard place herself.
But all of you just wants to be free now, to spend your time with Eddie without guilt gnawing at you.
“Hey, princess,” Eddie’s voices brings you back to the moment. You blink and smile up at him. He’s stopped moving, concern written all over his face. “You alright, baby?”
You nod enthusiastically. “Perfect, Eds,” you tell him honestly, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper causing you both to groan. “Just fuck me. Please?”
You don’t have to ask him twice.
I can't believe he's so trusting//While I'm right behind you thrusting…
You cancel your date, telling Jason you had to help out your friend Steve at work. You were at Family Video, alright, only in the stockroom, with Eddie fucking you from behind, his hand on your mouth to keep you quiet. Thank god for friends like Robin, you had thought as she ushered you into the back without her manager knowing.
Fiona's got him on the phone//And she's trying not to moan//It's a three-way call and he knows nothing…
“That sounds g-great, babe!” you tell Jason down the phone enthusiastically. “I’m so happy for you.”
He’d called you when he knew you’d be home from school, telling you all about practice today. You knew he was waiting for an invitation over, but…
Eddie’s head was between your thighs, occasionally grinning at you as you bit your lip to stop from moaning. He was palming himself through his jeans at how risky this was, going down on you while you were on the phone to your boyfriend. But he couldn’t help teasing you and you sure seem to be loving it as he feels you clench around his fingers. Instead of hanging up, you keep the game going, loving it as much as Eddie is.
But god, this was dangerous.
The parkin' lot, why not? It's so cool when you're on top…
You grind down into Eddie’s lap, your fingers tangled in his hair. His lips are so soft and you just want to feel them all over you—your mouth, your jaw, your neck, your chest. You can’t get enough of him. And in the two months you’ve been seeing Eddie, the game has become riskier. Hellfire Club finally knew and you’d sworn them all to secrecy at the end of tonight’s meeting—choosing tactfully to keep Lucas in the dark. You couldn’t risk him telling Jason. Not yet.
It was almost Spring Break. Maybe you’d move your schedule up a bit and tell him then. By summer, you and Eddie would be free.
But for now, it was this. It was riding him in his van in the parking lot, knowing that Jason was around for basketball. But Eddie had been so animated in Hellfire that you couldn’t wait until you guys were home—you had to have him there and then. And he certainly wasn’t complaining as he came hard inside of you, loving the filthy idea of his cum being inside Jason Carver’s girlfriend. Because you weren’t Jason’s at all—you were his.
I did her on his birthday…
Jason threw a huge party for his birthday, inviting the whole school.
“Please come, Eddie!” you begged, turning over in his bed to look at him. He was gorgeous in every way. His eyes were huge and emotive, his hair was wild and soft. He made you feel safe, especially in moments like this when you both napped off the hot spring in his bed together after helping him study for a test. Jason was all muscle and hard edges and clean cut. Eddie was raw and real and he knew you more than you could ever expected.
“I don’t know, princess,” Eddie says warily. “You sure you wanna be around me and the freaks on pretty boy’s birthday?”
You roll your eyes. “Eds, it’ll be like the first party when we hooked up. He’ll be busy with the boys and the girls, and I’ll be able to sneak you into the bathroom and make hot, wild love to you.” You smile at him innocently.
He coughs, laughing lightly. “Fuck, sweetheart, you can’t say shit like that. Gonna make me fall in love with you.” More than I already have, he thinks.
“Well, if you come, maybe I’ll fall in love with you.” More than I already have, you think.
It takes him a second and then he concedes, “Fine. But I’m gonna sell while I’m there.”
You snort, a sound he loves. “Fine by me.”
And you’d kept your promise, your legs wrapped around Eddie as he lifted you up against the bathroom wall, taking you hard and fast with only the loud music of Madonna to cover your desperate pants and moans as you came together.
Scotty will know//Scotty doesn't know//Scotty's gotta know…
You stay at Jason’s that night, lying beside him. He passed out immediately, nowhere near sober enough to even try anything with you, which you were grateful for. You lay awake, watching him sleep. He has a lipstick mark on his shirt and you wonder which girl gave him that. Was it innocent? You bet it was Chrissy Cunningham. You knew he’d had a crush on her before deciding he wanted you instead.
Good, you think. Maybe when you finally leave him, he can find solace in her. Maybe find someone who can love him like you can’t. The way you love Eddie.
I'm gonna tell Scotty Gonna tell him myself.
It takes three months for you to finally tell Jason.
It’s a school day and Eddie had kept you up all night with good weed and good music and now you were a zombie. It was the championship game tonight and you were expected to be there, to support Jason. But Eddie had told you all about the end of his ‘Cult of Vecna’ campaign and you wanted nothing more than to tag along and watch the whole thing.
Your leg bounces beneath the table, anxious. It’s too much now. You can’t hold it in. The secret is slowly killing you, keeping you from sleeping, from breathing. You can’t do it anymore. And you know it’s not fair on Jason, bad as your relationship is.
“What is that freak up to now?” Jason mutters as he sets down his lunch tray. You look up, your eyes falling on Eddie climbing onto his table across the cafeteria. Oh, god.
“Probably nothing,” you say causally. “Tell me about the game plan.”
You try to distract Jason from Eddie, but it doesn’t work as Eddie shouts, “But as long as you're into band or science or—” he sneers “—parties. Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!” His eyes fall onto your table, where Jason stands up ready to fight. He watches you bite your lip, worried for him and his heart throbs. God, he loves you so much. He just needs you to leave that asshole and you could be his, officially.
Jason catches you watching him and his girlfriend. “You want something freak?”
Y/N, he almost says. He catches himself, your eyes wide, and he pulls a face at Jason instead, turning around so he can’t see him anymore. Anything to get that idiot of his head. Anything to stop him going over there and taking you in front of everyone.
Jason sits down and spits out, “What a freak, I feel like he just cursed me.” His friends all laugh, boosting Jason’s ego, but you press your lips together. Jason notices you not laughing and nudges you. “Y/N? I said he probably just cursed me.” He waits for you to laugh, but you don’t.
You swallow. “I don’t think it was that funny.” You say and you feel everyone’s eyes on you. Jason turns on the bench until he’s facing you.
“Y/N, what the hell?” Jason asks, his voice low. He doesn’t want to make a scene in front of his friends. To them, you have the perfect relationship. Top Jock and Good Girl, both from good families, both socially acceptable, both popular and attractive. Your eyes flick back to Eddie. Eddie, who has no money, no big house in the suburbs, no perfect GPA, no popularity. Eddie who likes metal and horror and has a band and plays D&D. Eddie, who’s branded a freak for being different.
You suddenly feel like you can’t breath.
“Y/N? Jason presses. “What the hell is wrong with you lately?” You look up, his eyes meeting yours. So he’s noticed your absence, finally, it seems. And now he’s had enough. Well, so have you as he begins to lecture you. “You’re hardly around anymore, you don’t come to games, you show up looking like trash, you don’t listen to me at all. Who are you?”
“You know what,” you say, loud enough for people around the cafeteria to notice. You’re causing a scene now, good girl be damned. You’re not going to sit still and look pretty for Jason Carver anymore. “Fuck this.” You stand up from the table, swinging your bag onto your shoulder. From across the room, Eddie and his club look up. Now everyone’s attention is on you.
“What?” Jason stands up, eyes wide.
“Fuck this,” you repeat, taking a deep breath. “And fuck you, Jason.”
You move to walk past him but he grabs your arm and turns you back to face him. “Don’t do this to me, Y.N,” he says dangerously. He’s embarrassed and angry and you can feel it. If you sit down and apologise, everything will go back to normal. You can still save this relationship. “Don’t make me look bad.”
You laugh bitterly. “There is is,” you say, shaking your arm free of his grip. “I don’t care if you look bad.”
“I swear to fucking god, Y/N—” he begins but you wave an arm.
“Save it. You don’t wanna look bad? You don’t wanna be embarrassed?” Your voices raises and Eddie stands from his table slowly. Everyone is staring. Everyone is waiting, shocking. You look around and then finally at Jason again, pointing to Eddie at his table. “I’ve been fucking Eddie Munson behind your back for three months, Jason. And guess what—I love him. I love him, do you hear me? So you can get fucked.”
Several people gasped. Jason’s mouth fell open and his friends lose it. You don’t wait for Jason’s reaction as you turn your back on him for good and walk over to Eddie’s table. He grins at you and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Well, that was certainly dramatic,” he says by way of greeting, pulling a chair up so you can sit next to him.
“You should join Hellfire,” Dustin says immediately, impressed by your balls as you sit down.
You laugh. “Maybe that’s enough dramatics for the time being,” you say and the cafeteria falls back into its same old routine. Only now you don’t have to hide when Eddie’s hand finds yours on the table and squeezes three times, making your heart soar:
summary: you and billy sleep together at a party and it becomes a regular occurrence--and an intoxicating one
length: 2.4k
warnings: repeated mentions of sex, kissing, underage drinking, mention of drugs, lightly spicy, swearing, reader being a bit popular/uses guys/causal sex etc? idk how to describe that
a.n: i highly recommend you listening to the song Medicine by Harry Styles while reading this. Highly recommend. like, do it.
I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you tasted.
Parties were your thing. You couldn’t help it. You were a party girl. Drugs, sex, alcohol you wanted it all. But what you wanted right now, as the music thrummed loudly in your ear drums, was him.
Tina’s Halloween party was teeming with people, all dressed up in various costumes. You’d gone for Carrie, a 70s classic idol—without all the blood. You felt like a princess with your fluffed up hair, slinky dress and tiara. You’d simply shortened the dress a bit to update it a little. The party was pretty decent, you had to admit, and you’d lost count of the amount of drinks you’d done by now. They seemed to keep appearing in your hands and you weren’t going to turn them down. If only Munson was around to supply you with a little extra fun, but you didn’t think he’d be invited to this kind of party.
This was a popular kid party. No freaks allowed, according to Tina. You didn’t really care. Who was and was not popular didn’t bother you a bit, as long as you had something in your system to dull the noise in your brain, you didn’t care. And god was it loud tonight. Your eyes scanned the crowd from your position on top of the kitchen counter. You’d hopped up to flirt with a recently graduated senior but soon grew bored when he couldn’t kiss you properly. You’d sent him scattering but took the drink and downed it, setting it aside. Watching everyone, you kicked your bare legs against the counter top, looking for someone else.
You were disappointed when you noticed that Steve Harrington was dancing like an idiot with none other than Nancy Wheeler. A pity. You kind of hoped he’d be available. Never mind, there’d be someone else. And there he was, standing in the corner of the room, one arm against the wall above his head leaning ever so casually. He dripped of confidence and ego, like he knew he was attractive and he knew everyone wanted him.
And Billy Hargrove was watching you back. He tilted his head, amused. You hadn’t really spoken to him, but you knew each other around school. He had a few friends that were in your circle, too, but you never really saw him hanging out with many people. His reputation with girls, however, preceded him. You’d had plenty of girls gush about how good he was in bed and you’d always scoffed or rolled your eyes, but truthfully…you were curious. And with the alcohol pulsing through your veins, you wanted him.
You cocked your head back and gave him an innocent smile. He took this as an invitation and sauntered through the crowd of people, his eyes never leaving yours. He took a swig of his beer as he reached you. One hand went to your thigh, his fingers tickling the hem of your dress. “Hello, princess,” he said, his voice enchanting.
“Billy,” you replied. He took a breath in and guided your thighs apart slightly until his body was nestled in between them. Your heart was fluttering like crazy. Desire burned through you.
“You’re looking pretty good tonight, Y/N, if I do say so myself,” Billy said, eyeing you up and down, his gaze snagging on the way the material scoops down your chest and hugs your waist, your bare thighs wrapped around him. He licks his lips. “Drink?”
Your arms go around his neck and you move into him until your hips are touching. You can feel how much he wants you now and god did you want him too. “I think we’ll just skip to the end, yeah?” You asked and he smirked, leaving his drink on the side and picking you up, settling you gently on the floor.
“Come on then, princess,” he said, taking your hand and guiding you to one of the rooms upstairs.
If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive.
“Come out tonight,” Billy leaned against your locker, giving you that look.
You twisted your mouth. You knew you would—anytime you and Billy ended up at a party together it always ended the way it did for Tina’s Halloween party. It had become a regular occurrence and you certainly weren’t complaining. It wasn’t official, or exclusive. You both still dated around as and when you wanted to. But when the pair of you were together, it was something else entirely.
“Can’t,” you replied, avoiding his eye and focusing on your locker. “I have to study.”
He scoffed. “Since when do you study?” He moved around you until he was standing behind you, arms above your head, his body pressed against yours, his lips by your ear. “Come on, princess, I know what you really want to do tonight.”
Your toes curled and you tried to resist your back arching into him. You were in the middle of the school hallway, people around you, and yet if Billy asked, you’d let him pin you against the locker for everyone to see. There was just something magnetic about him. But you had to stand your ground, shaking your head. “Sorry.” You stepped out of his arms and finally looked at him. He raised an eyebrow like he didn’t believe you. “I’m busy.”
His lips curled. “Well if you change your mind, princess, you know where I’ll be.”
“Sure thing, Billy,” you called back to him as you walked off, forcing every step away from him.
He rang you later, when you were lying on your bed actually trying to study. Your mind was wandering though, thinking about the time you had invited Billy over and he’d climbed through your window. The things he had done to you right where you were lying…
“Changed your mind yet?” Billy asked. You could hear him moving around his room, getting ready. You rolled your eyes, imagining how much he preened himself before going out.
“Nope,” you said, flicking through your textbook, emphasising the noise of the pages turning so he could hear.
He chuckled. “Keep telling yourself that, princess.” You scowled but he couldn’t see you. “Oh, make sure you wear that dress I like, yeah?”
Though he couldn’t see it, your face flushed at the memory. You swallowed and forced yourself to reply sarcastically, “Mhmm, yeah sure, Billy.”
“That’s my girl,” he teased before hanging up the phone and you were left flustered. This was just a game, one you played often. Sometimes it was you teasing him until he was crawling after you. Other times, it was like this. Where he’d be adamant you were coming to see him the whole day and you denied it even though you knew damn well you would go. How could you not? But you knew that when you went out later, he’d act like he hadn’t planned the whole thing. Asshole.
You sighed and closed your book. Your eyes went to your closet, where you knew the dress Billy liked was hanging up, practically calling to you. “Goddamn it,” you huffed, getting up from your bed and heading to your closet.
You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it.
This party was bigger than Tina’s and you could barely see. Whoever's party it was had set up lights that flashed in time to the music, something upbeat and poppy that was currently charting even though you had no idea what it was. Was there a smoke machine too? God, it felt like you were in a club. Alone, a bit on edge, you found the nearest drinks table and helped yourself to a few shots of tequila and a bottle of something cold to keep your hands occupied. You weren’t actively looking for him, you told yourself. You were just at a party that you’d been invited to anyway. This wasn’t anything to do with him.
Yet you’d worn the dress, a short black number that highlighted every curve of your body that you knew Billy had already explored. As you wandered through the crowd of people, passing idiots doing keg stands and playing beer pong, you wondered why you let Billy do this to you. As you’d put the dress on, your eyes had scanned over your body, still feeling the taste of Billy’s lips on yours from that first party, felt the ghost of his fingertips on your arms, thighs, hips—everywhere.
You were sick, you told yourself. You had to be. That was the only explanation for why your body craved Billy’s so much. But it was like a vicious cycle. He was your medicine and you needed a regular dose to make yourself feel better—but that only worsened the problem, didn’t it?
You took a rather large swig of your drink and shook yourself out of this mess. You turned the corner and found Billy, finally, on one of the many sofas. A girl was on his lap, giggling at something he’d said. Billy’s eyes were roaming up and down her body and you huffed an unsurprised laugh, folding your arms. As Billy leaned in to whisper something to her, his eyes found yours and he grinned. You beamed back knowingly, raising your free hand and waving to him before turning on your heels, knowing he had a good view of your ass in the dress, and you walked off.
Two could play at this game.
We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh
You had no idea who was kissing you. It was some guy you’d found upstairs and he’d been attractive enough to distract you from Billy and that girl. So when you’d leaned against the wall and pulled him onto you, he hadn’t complained and neither had you. He tasted off cherry Coke and while not unpleasant, it was nothing compared to Billy. And when he kissed your neck, he didn’t get the spot you loved so much the way Billy did. Fuck, you thought—he’d ruined everyone else for you. Nothing was the same. Neither of you had feelings for each other, you were coherent enough to know that it was nothing, never anything, more than just sex. And yet you didn’t want to share him with anyone else.
The guy moaned your name into your neck and you closed your eyes, trying to get into it. But his hands were fumbling as they groped your sides and you eventually huffed and pushed him off you. He looked terrified. “This isn’t working,” you said to him simply. “Run along now.” He didn’t say a word, just shifted his jeans and ran off. You sighed and leaned back on the wall, feeling suddenly very hot. The house was stifling and you could do with some fresh air so you slipped into the nearest bedroom, pleased to see the private balcony door were open.
There were two figures writing on the bed and they sat up abruptly as you entered. You rolled your eyes and said, “Get out,” and they left promptly. You wondered when you’d gained that power. Billy, you thought. Since people found out that you and Billy were screwing regularly, it’s like your popularity had soared. And somehow, they were scared of you. Or him.
You rested your arms against the balcony railing, looking down at the outside of the party. From your position, you were shrouded in darkness but you could see everyone. The garden was fairly big, a pool in the centre that was filled with drunk teenagers. There was barely any free space on the patio thanks to the tables stocked with alcohol and the amount of underage drinkers smoking and making out with each other. You laughed at them all and shook your head.
“Not the same, huh?” A familiar voice drawled behind you and you turned, leaning your back on the rails instead, to find Billy had entered the bedroom without you even hearing. He was wearing his signature smirk, his shirt unbuttoned at the top so you could see the top of his chest. God, he looked good. How was that fair?
“I’m sorry?” You replied, feigning obliviousness.
“That guy,” he indicated his head behind him. “He wasn’t the same as me, was he?” He moved towards you slowly, like a predator stalking his prey. You had nowhere to go so you didn’t stop him when he pressed into your body. You wondered if the darkness covered the pair of you from the people downstairs, whether if they were to look up to the balcony, they’d see Billy’s arms on either side of your body, his face inches from yours.
“Tell me, Y/N,” he said quietly and you almost groaned at the way his voice rolled through your body. “Who is it you really want to kiss you?” He dipped his head down and pressed chaste kisses to your collarbones, up to your neck and then the corner of your mouth. He paused and glanced up at you. “I’m waiting.”
“For fuck’s sake, you, Billy!” you snapped, growing impatient. “Now will you fuck me, or what?”
He laughed and shook his head. “Always so rude,” he joked and stood straight, offering you his hand. “Shall we?
You pushed off the balcony railing and downed the rest of your drink, placing it on the table beside you. You wouldn’t let him win this easily, Instead of taking his hand, you sauntered straight past him, letting him chase after you. You heard him groan and follow. Before you could get settled on the bed, he flipped the game again and grabbed your arm, pinning you against the wall.
The air was knocked from your lungs as he started his assault on you without another word and your head swam from desire as he touched you exactly where he knew you liked it.
“Let me get this straight, princess,” he whispered into your skin and you could just about hear him, your eyelids fluttering open. He was on his knees, lifting on of your legs over his shoulder. His hands were pushing your dress up to your hips. He made eye contact with you and you saw his eyes blown with lust as much as you knew yours were. “In this little game of ours…” He kissed your knees and slowly, slowly went up your thighs, stopping so close to where you needed him. You writhed beneath him, aching for it now.
ol okay this is based off a dream I had but Billy x fem reader them just spending time together cruzing in his car going for like ice cream or something and running into a dude reader had a “thing with”( she was feeling him out but didn’t like his vibe so told him she didn’t wanna date him) and the dude gets mad bc she said she didn’t wanna date and tries like insulting her and Billy isn’t about that and like roughs him up a bit mainly lots of fluff
summary: you and billy are best friends. totally platonic. except you're both in love with each other. but things change when you meet an old jaded flame on an ice cream date and billy steps in to defend you
length: 2.5k (look i love soft!Billy)
warnings: mainly fluff, soft!billy, mentions of sex, mentions of abuse (billy’s dad), mentions of untoward advances (v brief), slut shaming, mild violence
based on this request: Billy x fem reader them just spending time together cruzing in his car going for like ice cream or something and running into a dude reader had a “thing with”( she was feeling him out but didn’t like his vibe so told him she didn’t wanna date him) and the dude gets mad bc she said she didn’t wanna date and tries like insulting her and Billy isn’t about that and like roughs him up a bit mainly lots of fluff
a.n: look billy defending your honour will never not be hot to me and i would write billy forever if i could. no vol2 spoilers here. set around s3 before billy is flayed
Billy’s arm is slung around your back as he drives. There’s a casualness to it that has become familiar in the few months you and Billy had been friends. You had never been majorly popular, but Billy singled you out anyway after seeing you skip class to light up a cigarette and he knew he had to know you. Little Miss Perfect, smoking? There was definitely more to you and he had been determined to find out. And he had. He learnt everything about you and somehow became your best friend. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive with his long hair and easy confidence. You knew there was a darker side to him, but you knew about his dad and you understood why he was the way he was. And all you could do was be there for him.
Which is why you never said no to going on a drive with him. It was Saturday and most of Hawkins would be out and about in town. Once upon a time, you would’ve thought Billy would be embarrassed to be seen with you. But he had never once made you feel that way. And, really, how could you not fall for him?
Especially after the look he gives you now, glancing sideways at you in his Camaro and grinning when he catches you staring. “All good, doll?” he asks, hiding the smirk.
You roll your eyes. He knew the nickname drove you mad—in more ways than one. “Peachy. Where are we off to today?”
He uses the hand behind your back to wave at the open scenery. You notice that you’re driving nowhere in particular, just anywhere Billy decides to turn. “Dealer’s choice.”
“Hmm,” you hum. The sun is going down slowly but it’s still hot out, the summer in full swing by now. The pair of you had spent the morning at the community pool, Billy working and you enjoying the view, and it had been sweltering. You swore you were still feeling the effects of spending a whole day outside, so you grin and say, “Ice cream, please.”
He rolls his eyes. “You’re so predictable,” he says. You give him your infamous puppy-dog eyes and soon he’s speeding up, the wind rushing through your hair and you laugh wildly. Billy’s smile widens, enjoying seeing you so happy. “Your wish is my command, doll.”
He takes the long way, stretching out the journey for as long as possible. There’s something about the way your hair is blowing in the wind and the way your eyes crinkle as you smile and sing along to whatever song was playing on his stereo (he can’t even focus when you’re looking the way you do) that makes Billy want to stay in this moment forever. You’re different from what he expected you to be. Different from everyone, really. You’re the only person in the planet who knows exactly what he is and has never once turned their back on him. And damn, if that didn’t make him want to make you his forever. If you asked him to, he’s pretty sure he’d get down on his knees for a single piece of you. He would do anything to make you happy because to him, he owes you a lifelong debt for just being there for him, for looking after him when his dad beats him, for listening to him rant and cry about anything from his dad, to Max, to school.
When he first moved to Hawkins and started classes at school, he heard about you in passing. You weren’t a popular girl, but you were a notorious A-Grade student. You were smart and funny and beautiful and deserved to be with someone like Harrington. And yet all you had done was shoot down men like Steve. You’d picked Billy as much as he’d picked you and he couldn’t believe his luck. He’s sure that one day he’ll blink and wake up and this whole friendship will have been a dream. A cruel one where it shows him exactly what he wants only to rip it away from him.
You catch him staring at you and raise an eyebrow. “Don’t you think you should be focusing on the road?”
“Shit, yeah.” His eyes snap back to the front and he swerves to avoid a kid on a bike. You chuckle and it sends a shiver down his back. He clears his throat. “Shut up.”
You make it to the ice cream parlour as the sunsets and it feels eerily romantic as you both slide into a booth. Several people from school are around but you ignore them completely, even when they begin to whisper. Your friendship was still talked about but you never cared. Billy’s eyes dance over the groups of people looking at you and he raises a challenging eyebrow at them and they stop talking immediately. Satisfied, he turns his attention to you.
You’re already scanning the menu, unbothered by everyone else. His heart does a little flutter and he swallows thickly. “What are you going for, doll?”
Looking up, you give him an incredulous look. “Are you kidding? Like there’s more than one answer?”
Billy groans and rolls his eyes. “Right, how could I forget? One scoop strawberry, one scoop cherry garcia and a whole lotta sprinkles.”
You beam. “Ah, it’s like you know me so well.”
He snorts and gets up. “Who could forget such a disgusting combo?”
“It is not disgusting! Strawberry and cherry are both fruits, right? It’s not like I’m mixing, oh I don’t know, peanut butter and butter pecan!”
He points a stern finger at you. “Do not disrespect the butter-based ice cream flavours in front of me, doll. It won’t end well for you.” He’s joking but man did it make you both squirm. Not that even of you notice the other’s reaction to what he just said. Billy swallows and nods briefly at you before wandering up to the counter.
Alone at the table, you press your lips together, trying not to grin. Your eyes scan the menu again, going over and over the words but you’re not really reading them. No, you’re busy analysing every moment of your friendship. Sometimes the line between you two being friends and more blurred, but never enough for you to be sure about his feelings. You knew he’d been with plenty of girls and dated around sometimes, but he would drop any of them if you called him and asked to see him. Surely that means something coming from a guy like Billy?
At the counter, Billy repeats your orders to the kid behind the counter and then waits. He’s staring at the glass, at the tubs of ice creams, all various colours but they all just swirl into one big mess. Why had he said that to you? It won’t end well for you. That was the exact same kinda shit he’d say to a girl he was on a date with. He wasn’t on a date with you. You were just two best friends getting ice cream together after a long drive, in the same place most couples went to. But this definitely wasn’t a date. If it was, he would definitely have kissed you by now. Hell, you wouldn’t have even made it into the ice cream parlour.
“Um, sir?” Billy blinks and notices the ice cream guy staring at him, holding out two cups. He mutters his thanks and takes them, turning back around to see you—see you talking to another guy. Something deflates a little inside of him.
“Aw come on, sweetheart,” Mitch Bradshaw was saying to you, leaning over the booth so he towered over you. “I know you said no once but you don’t mean it, do you?”
“Yes, Jason,” you affirm. “I meant it. I’m not interested in you.”
“That’s not what you said the first time,” he smirks and it’s different from the way Billy smirks. This makes you uneasy. “Didn’t you enjoy our last date?”
“No,” you say bluntly. “I didn’t. You spent the whole time trying to feel me up and then got pissy when I said no. So, no, I didn’t enjoy it. I didn’t like your vibe man, deal with it.”
He looks wounded then, something like anger crossing his face. “Maybe you should try it again,” he says and leans forward, his face inches from yours, his arm around your shoulders the way Billy’s had been in the car. But this isn’t Billy and it feels all wrong. “I can be quite persuasive, you know.”
Before you can react, Mitch’s body is pulled away from yours and Billy’s face appears. You breathe in relief. “Hey man,” Billy says. “You hitting on, Y/N, here? Even when she said no to you?”
“Twice,” you add.
Billy grins. “Twice,” he repeats. Mitch is a couple inches smaller than Billy but he might as well have been two feet tall. He practically shrinks under Billy’s gaze, but his male bravado gets the better of him and he tries to square up, pulling himself out of Billy’s grip. “I’m thinking,” Billy continues. “That you need to scram before I show you what happens when you insult my girl here.”
My girl. God, it should be illegal for Billy to call you that when you’re just platonic. Completely platonic. Definitely platonic.
Mitch’s eyes glance between the pair of you. He scoffs. “Whatever man, she’s all yours.”
Billy’s jaw twitches but he lets it go, watching as Mitch glances at you once more and then turns to leave, his friends waiting for him like a bunch of idiots. They walk out the door of the parlour and you relax a little. Billy sits back down, the ice cream cups in one hand. How he managed to pull Mitch away and look intimidating while holding ice cream was beyond you. A Billy miracle.
“You alright, doll?” he asks you, sliding your cup over.
You shrug. “He’s an ass,” is all you say, picking up your spoon and mixing your ice cream until you have a cherry-strawberry mash-up.
Billy wrinkles his nose at you. “I can’t believe you find that delicious.”
You snort. “I can’t believe I found Mitch delicious, once, but alas here we are.”
He throws a napkin at you and you dodge, falling into a fit of laughter. He takes a second to make sure your laughter is genuine, that you’re really okay, and then he’s laughing too, even though he’s still tense. Mitch had riled him up big time. How dare he try it on with you when you’d already turned him down? Billy was many things: an ass, a jerk—he’d heard it all. But he didn’t force himself on a girl when it wasn’t wanted. Lucky for him he was just very good at telling when a girl wanted him.
Except with you.
You spend the next half an hour chatting about everything, avoiding all the subjects that were off limits unless Billy said—his dad, Max, his mom. Once both of you have finished your ice creams and Billy checks you don’t want another round (which is honestly so tempting), the pair of you leave. It’s a tad colder by the time you walk out the parlour, the night fully settled in. You shiver involuntarily and wish you had packed a jacket. Billy notices and without a word slips his denim jacket off and around your shoulders. You snuggle in, the familiar scent of Billy’s cologne enveloping you.
You don’t notice Mitch and his friends leaning against the wall as you hook your arm into Billy’s and head for his Camaro. Not until you hear him muttering, “Damn, Y/N really gets around huh?”
Billy freezes and you tense in anticipation. “Just ignore it,” you tell him, trying to get him to move again. But he wouldn’t budge.
You hear Mitch laughing. “What a slut.”
“What did you call her?” Billy asked. He let go of your arm and turned to face Mitch and his friends. They were grinning and smirking at each other.
Mitch cocks his head. “I said what a—”
Billy surges forward and pins him against the wall before he can even get the last word out. Your hands fly to your mouth. “Billy!”
Mitch pales. His eyes are wide, terrified of Billy, who simply pushes him further back into the wall. “I said,” Billy grinds out, pure rage by now. “What. Did. You. Call. Her?” Mitch shakes his head, stammering. “N-nothing, Billy, ‘m sorry!” His friends do nothing, backing away slowly.
Billy chuckles but there’s no warmth to it. This kind of laugh was reserved for these situations. Where he was trying to hold back his anger as much as possible. “Don’t apologise to me, Bradshaw.” He indicates behind him to where you stand in Billy’s jacket, chewing your lip. “Apologise to her.”
Mitch eyes you and swallows as much as he can with Billy pinning him so hard. You’re certain he’ll leave some form of bruise on Mitch. Good, you think. Let him learn what it feels like to be intimidated and marked by a man you don’t want. You lift your head, waiting. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” Mitch says, his ego all but vanished. “Didn’t mean it.”
You cross your arms and cock your head the way Mitch had done seconds ago. “That’s alright, Mitch. You say I’m a slut yet you can’t even get any action from me. Surely that says more about you than it does about me?”
Billy licks his lips and grins, proud. Mitch, however, blushes and scrambles for words as Billy drops him. He decides against saying anything and just stalks off, his friends chasing after him. Billy turns his attention on you and cackles. “I have to say, doll, I love that wicked mouth of yours sometimes.”
Another innuendo. God, what was Billy doing to you? You look at him, and he looks at you, and you decide to throw caution to the wind. You weren’t afraid of your feelings. Not after everyone thought what they wanted to think anyway. And damn did you love Billy.
You raise an eyebrow at him. “Your girl, huh?” You ask daringly, stepping closer to him until you’re nose to, well, chest. You look up at him and something dances in his eyes that you rather like the look of.
“Mm, keep teasing me, doll, and see where it gets you,” he replies darkly.
Fuck it. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean up, your lips inches from his neck as you whisper, “Maybe I want to find out.”
Billy all but groans and lifts you up, not wasting a second longer before the pair of you climb into the back of his Camaro. “Fuck, I love you, doll,” is the last thing Billy says before you’re all his, officially.
