#jealous billy

[v4mpss]

magnet

billy hargrove x male reader

when billy catches you laughing with steve in the hallway he realizes he cares too much and things get messy

angst + fluff

one shot

a/n:my first fanfic?? im soo geeked lol tell me how i did in the comments!!! also brief use of the f slur and mention of neil! ps i proofread twice, i tryed my best to fix typos and grammar mistakes!

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billy has never beat the mean angry stereotypical mad at the world cruel boy stereotype, that is until he met you. the sweet caring cute but quiet maybe even nerdy boy. you would always stay out the way,billy had never even heard of your name before you guys started dating. but now he couldn’t even imagine a day without you,you even helped him realize his attraction to men which is something he wouldn’t admit in a million years! you were sweet,caring,and nerdy in which he loved how nerdy you were he would listen to you rant about shit thats considered nerdy to him for hourssss!!! you were also completely unbothered by his usual attitude knowing how to make him happy. everything about you that made u you,you made him obsessively protective. billy would notice the little things about you,how you always smiled, never had a bad day, always cheerful and excited by nerdy things and the way you would listen to him and comfort him when he rants about neil or something serious. but he never really thought to think of your friends till this specific day……

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it hit billy like a stab to chest. your bitch ass friend steve always getting in the way,he ruined you and billys hallway time per usual by gliding his way into your space so causally like normal. steve was grinning and staring you down while leaning up against the lockers watching you as you helped him,by showing him how to fix something with his locker. he a made joke and you started to laugh like you always did,billys stomach twisted. and it wasn’t just annoyance,it was something heavier like pure hatred…. something that he hadn’t let himself feel before. billy loved you and you were aware of this and so was he, but the way steve looked at you? the way you laughed effortlessly at his joke like he mattered? billy realized that he didn’t want you doing that with anyone else.

not steve. not anyone. just him. only him.

the bell rings and everyone is in class now, you and billy share two class periods together your third period and fifth. with this being your fifth you were excited to see your boyfriend,you were excited to sit next to him and rant about whatever and not caring what everyone else thought just him. the feeling should be mutual right? billy walks into to class,and you get ready to smile but as he walks in he walks right past you and your extra seat and decides to sit on the further right of the class. your heart stops. “billy?” you say as no response comes from him. he could hear you clear as day on the other side of the classroom but decided to ignore you. for the rest of class. you start to extremely overthink to why billy would do that to you. if anything he would tell you why he did that right? or explain how he is feeling, not just completely ignore you and walk the other way. you could feel every second dragging, did he see you helping steve and hate it…? was he upset with you? did he not like you anymore? are you losing him? are you not good enough? your hands fidget with your pencil, your mind racing with all the “what-ifs?”

billy on the other hand across the room leg bounces back and fourth. his jaw tight, extremely clenched as so was his fists under his desk. fighting the urge to just storm over to you and kiss and hug you while letting you know he’ll never let anyone get in between you guys. he hated that he felt this way. he hates that he’s jealous, he hates that he’s letting it show, and he hates the fact that he’s acting like a “fag” or like a “bitch” as neil would say. he just hated that he couldn’t tell or talk to you about how felt yet.

as class ended you decided to go up to billy, everyone grabbing their stuff and walking out you decided to go up to billy and nudge him. “hey can we talk?” you whispered. billy doesn’t even glance at you. from your calm tone, and shakey hands he ignores it. all of it. as he walks away you think to yourself “what did i do wrong?” your stomach twists. but you had to get over it as it was the end of the school day and you still needed a ride home from billy. that would never change right? he would never leave you at school to walk home alone at that. as you hurry to your locker and pack your stuff you rush outside. billys car? no where to be found. you thought to yourself “what the fuck?”. you had no other choice but to walk home, with you thinking steve was the reasoning for all of this you decided to avoid him. so that meant no asking him for ride home… your only option was to walk. a twenty minute walk from school to home shouldn’t be that bad right? and that’s exactly what you did. no boyfriend, no ride home, no billy, and no steve. just you and your books.

as you got home you were greeted by your gorgeous cat and your racing thoughts of what you could have done to your boyfriend to make him leave you at school,and avoid you. you couldn’t possibly done anything that wrong right? i mean the most you could have done was laugh at steve, hes a funny guy what can you say! i mean sure he is cute but you only have eyes for billy. and billy only, you thought to yourself as you slid down your wall.

you decided to relax,do homework,and take a shower and try to free yourself from your negative thoughts but you couldn’t seem to stop overthinking and thats when you decided to call billy. as you dialed his number that you remember by heart of course it rang. and it rang and rang and rang. no answer. three calls and no answer. this made your heart extremely heavy and you decided to get some rest after that. deciding to confront billy at school in the morning.

and confronting billy was exactly what the fuck you did. you saw him in the hallway during second hour, yanked his arm and dragging him to the bathroom and you asked him. “ why are you avoiding me billy? what the hell is going on ? you’ve never done this to me before?! i hate this side of you, can you talk to me now please?”. billy now confronted had no choice to respond. “ i-i fuck- i don’t know how to say this without sounding like an idiot but - “ he says while running his hands through his hair. “seeing you with him yesterday … it fucked with me. seeing him- anyone at that making you laugh like that made me feel something i’ve never felt before. i couldn’t stop thinking about the shit, i hate that i got jealous, i hate feeling this way. i’ve never felt this way towards you before , you know ? but i cant lie to you, i cant lie to myself or you.” “ i love you y/n, i really do,your so much better than any other random chick that i’ve made out with at a party. i love you way too much to just ignore it…. and i dont ever want to see you with anyone else like that again? it hurt me. you’re mine,only mine.your like my little magnet jeez - he chuckled to himself, i cant get enough of you”. billy saying all of that made your heart melt. all this over steve? you were so confused but understandable like you always were. “billy” you say, “geez do you even hear yourself? your acting like ill leave you over steve??- over anyone at that?? your my boyfriend billy. i’m yours. a small laugh escapes you through the tension. god…. billy i love you more” you say softly as you always did.

and just like that billy and you kissed, warm and heartfelt. late to second hour of course… but it was worth it. you were his little magnet and so was he.

the end.

[eclipsewxtch]

How jealous is kotn robin? In sm of ur other fics robin always seems jealous and possessive and givin the plot of kotn i feel like those 2 would work quite well

a long, long, LONG time ago i think i ranked them on jealousy/possessiveness? and robin was like #3, so hes very jealous, very possessive. its just not as overt as vance and finney but trust me hes insane.

the man wont let his gang even SHOOT at finney, and barely even likes them being friendly with him (i.e, antonio/anthony and jerry) and the only thing he said to finney was “don’t shoot my boys” and finney was like “why bc you’ll still love me and feel bad abt it?” and robin didn’t answer (which was a very loud ‘YES’ just from his silence) and he is incredibly jealous. and very jealous individual. almost as jealous as billy which is a feat.

vance/finney aren’t as jealous as they are possessive; robin/billy are more jealous than possessive (at least in comparison to the blonds); griffin/bruce are more neutral in comparison to all of them collectively.

[jackabbot]

it might be actually better that Billy's dead because the first time he'd see Eddie putting his hand on Steve's shoulder he'd totally deck him

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

an idea : could you write abt billy fucking you on the hood of his camaro. i cant think of a situation but i imagine it at night after some sort of jealousy simulated argument outside his car and he says ‘don’t think i won’t just fuck u dumb in the backseat of my fuckin car rn’ and then ‘fuck it id bend u over on the hood right here if you don’t…’ thanks :D

Are we talking about a chapter for Live a Little or a one-shot? Because don't tempt me anon.

Jealous Billy is my cup of tea.

[cherrydreamer]

Steve and Billy like spending their days off at the beach now.

Billy always did, always considered the beach his ‘happy place’ and now he’s managed to win Steve round too, so they can be happy there together.

They’ve done the usual stuff. Billy’s ventured out into the waves, letting the ocean soothe his soul in a way that chlorinated water never can. Giving himself a workout as he pushes against the waves, and then letting himself just float, enjoying the current and the drifting and the knowledge that he has time to come back and do the exact same thing tomorrow.

Steve’s been topping up a tan, letting the sun bring out the freckles on his nose and chase the last of the lingering Indiana chill from his bones. He goes in the sea sometimes, dips his toes in and holds on to Billy when they end up too far for him to feel the bottom anymore, and he’s getting better, getting surer, but he still prefers the comfort of dry land. So he sits, and he dozes and he enjoys watching as a dripping Billy makes his way back to their sunny spot, both of them huddled so close that the droplets on Billy’s curls end up running down Steve’s shoulders as well.

They’ve already had ice cream from the fancy kiosk, and neither of them fancy getting up to go get burritos from the cheap place yet, so they’re just...sit. Relax. Side to side and pressed together; the slick of Steve’s suncream mixing with the drying saltwater on Billy’s skin. Billy with a battered paperback splayed on his chest while he half-dozes, Steve draining the last of a warm can of Coke and aimlessly digging a hole in the sand with his toe as he scans the beach, taking it all in.

Their new life, out here in the sun.

And then Steve sits upright.

And he gasps. 

It’s only a little sound. But Billy’s alert and aware because he always had to be. His eyes flick open instantly, following Steve’s gaze over the sand to where a group of people are playing Frisbee.

They’re all hot, in that tall, tanned, confident Cali way. College kids probably, glowing in the sun in their tiny shorts and their bikinis and their no cares in the world. And they whoop and cheer and jump and stretch and bend and Steve is fixated. His mouth is practically hanging open, and Billy wants to reach over and push it shut. Wipe off an imaginary string of drool and shake a little bit of sense and decorum into him.

Because, Billy’s right there. 

And, ok, yeah, he doesn’t begrudge Steve looking, hell, they’ve both watched the Looks That Kill music video a few too many times, and Billy knows that Steve isn’t tuning into Charlie’s Angels reruns for the plot.

But this is different.

This one stings a little. 

Because Steve is gawping. Like he can’t tear his eyes away.

And Billy only likes it when Steve looks at him like that.

So he runs a hand through his hair and leans back, thrusting his hips up in the air and stretching his body out, making little grunts of pleasure as he pretends to work the kinks out of an aching body, twisting so that the sunlight catches the droplets of water still on his skin.

And Steve turns, and watches, and smiles and licks his lips and his eyes flash dark and he does all the right things. Billy can see his fingers twitching with the desire to touch and Billy’s not exactly gonna stop him.

But then there’s a particularly loud cheer from the crowd, and Steve’s attention flicks right back, and he gasps again, a noise of utter excitement, and he whispers, "Oh wow! Bill, he’s so cute! Look at that wiggling butt!"

Billy pouts at that. He has a wiggling butt. He stands up, pretends to be reaching over into the cooler for another Coke and he makes sure that Steve sees just how wiggly Billy’s butt can be, grinning in triumph when Steve reaches a hand over to give an appreciative, slightly possessive squeeze.

But then Steve’s hand moves away and he says, all giddy, "Oh hey, look! Look! He's coming over!”

Billy straightens up, eyes narrowed and fists curled, ready to meet whichever asshole has turned Steve’s head and make sure he knows exactly how taken Steve is. 

To be faced with a dog.

Thirty pounds of fat, bumbling corgi with tiny stumpy legs,  a big chunky body and- Billy can’t deny it- a very wiggly butt. 

Steve’s entire face lights up as the dog scampers towards them both, a bright yellow Frisbee clasped in its mouth. It’s followed by one of the women in the group jogging over casually, tumbling brown curls and toned, dark skin set off by the skimpiest white bikini. She’s whistling and calling for ‘Meatloaf’, but Steve gives her barely a glance, his focus entirely held by the dumb dog who drops the Frisbee at Steve’s feet, then sits back, tongue lolling out of its mouth and head cocked expectantly.

Steve reaches out to give Meatloaf a pet, rubbing his hands over the dog’s pointy little ears and along his chunky body, before he stands up to launch the Frisbee, sending it soaring through the air, back towards the group, laughing as the dog trips over his own feet in an attempt to both turn around and run after it at the same time. Billy waves the girl’s apology off with a shrug and a head nod at Steve, and she seems happy enough, heading back to her group and ignoring the dog running away from her again, back on his way to see Steve and deposit the Frisbee once again.

Billy watches, his dopey grin growing as Steve plays with the dog, sending him scampering all over the beach, feinting with the Frisbee and then whooping in delight when the pup falls for the trick every time, whipping his head round in confusion and then wagging his tail delightedly when he spots the Frisbee still in Steve’s hand. In between games, Steve and Meatloaf just sit catching their breath, Steve’s hand rubbing small circles all over orangey fur as the dog leans his head against Steve’s thigh until they’re both ready for another round.

Eventually, Meatloaf gets collected by the group, one of the men coming over this time with a salute of thanks as he scoops him up in his arms and carries him off across the beach.

Steve’s face falls a little as he watches them go, but his smile returns when he turns around and catches Billy’s fond expression,

“Did you see how cute he was?” Steve sits back down and Billy can’t resist reaching out an arm to pull him closer. He’s already thinking about the animal shelter only a few miles away. Thinking about how the place they have now has a decent sized yard, and how neither of them work too many hours, and how they go for a walk on the beach every night anyway so it kinda just makes sense.

And he’s thinking about Steve’s smile, and the way his face lit up every time the dog bought that damn frisbee back. 

“Yeah, sunshine, yeah I did.”