billie wheeler

starstruck

billy hargrove

summary: billy wants to prove that he can get the new girl, but rather than using her, he falls for her

disclaimer: me writing this is not me excusing his abusive, impulsive and racist behavior.

an: i know a lot of you guys like me writing marvel, which won’t stop, feel free to request it, but I also want to write for other shows so.. feel free to leave requests for shows too! also I can make this a series if you want me to? i don’t like the ending of this, but i didn’t want to make them kiss bc i felt like it was unrealistic, sooo just shoot me an ask if you want more parts 

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Prompts: 40. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.” And 85. “Don’t lie to me.”

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, blood

Word Count: 1043

A/N: So, here is part 6 of nightmares and bruises!!!! I hope you like it!! BTW I have got all your requests I’m just slowly working my way through them. Also, from December 1st I will be mainly doing Christmas prompts. I already have one request but I will post a Christmas prompt list. Also, if you want to be tagged in this series please leave a comment. Also it’s Dacre’s Birthday!!!

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Originally posted by dailydacremontgomerysource

The plan to draw all the Demodogs into the tunnels, away from the gate, had been a success. They just hoped that the other groups had similar look to their own. After his initial freak out session, Steve had been cool with the plan. He still wasn’t happy about Y/N and Billy but they could talk that out some other time. Right now, they were all tired and bruised and just wanted to get home.

Y/N was still driving Billy’s Camaro, and wearing his jacket much to Steve’s disgust, as she dropped the kids back at home one by one until it was only her, Steve and Max in the car.

“So, you and Billy?” Steve questioned as he cradled his throbbing head in one hand.

“I’ll explain tomorrow, I’m too tired right now.” Y/N promised him. He seemed okay with this because he didn’t say another word until she dropped him off. “I’ll come check on you tomorrow.”

“Okay, night.” Steve said. Y/N and Max uttered a ‘night’ back as Max climbed into the front seat.

“Right, let’s get you home.” Y/N muttered as she threw the car into gear.

“What about Billy?” The redhead looked across at the older girl.

Y/N sighed. “You just get your step-dad to look out of the window and say that Billy dropped you off but needs some air. I’ll deal with Billy. You better tell your mom that me and Steve run a study group.”

“A study group?” Max tried not to laugh.

“I know but it’s the best excuse we have. And it’s kinda educational all this monster fighting.” Y/N laughed and Max joined in.

Max nodded and it wasn’t long until they pulled up in front of the house. Neil was already looking out of the window at the sound of the engine. Luckily the car was dark enough so he couldn’t see Y/N.

“Looks like he already saw.” Max chuckled as she climbed out of the car. “Night, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Max.” Y/N smiled as the girl shut the door. Y/N watched her get inside before pulling off and heading back to the Byers house.


Billy was still out cold on the sofa when Y/N opened the door. She pocketed the Camaro keys and pulled the jacket tighter around her shoulders. She had no idea how to work the heating so she just grabbed a blanket from Jonathan’s room and draped it over Billy. She glanced around the room at the mess they had all created and cringed. After everything she had been through this year, Joyce really didn’t need to come home to this mess.

Y/N set about tidying the living room and the kitchen slowly. She picked up everything the boys had smashed before sweeping the floor for the shards. She left the paper with the tunnels up because she had no idea what to do with them. She was writing Joyce a note explaining about the fight and warning her about the Demodog in the fridge, when she heard a groan followed by cursing from the living room.

She walked through in time to see Billy try, and fail, to stand up. “I wouldn’t do that yet. Max gave you a pretty strong sedative.” Y/N warned and his eyes shot up to look at her.

“Where is she?” He asked. His voice wavered and he sounded scared.

“I took her and the others home. I took your car. Your dad thinks it was you who dropped her off.” Y/N assured him as she walked over to him and took his face in her hands. She lifted his head to look at her as she examined the bruises forming. Steve had got a couple of good hits and Billy’s lip was split, there were bruises on his cheekbone and over his right eye and there was dried blood around his nose.

“I’m fine, princess.” Billy said as he tried to stand up again. He shook slightly but managed to stand up straight.

“You might be but Steve’s not.” Y/N said as she walked into the kitchen to finish off the note for Joyce.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. My dad realised Max was missing and he…” Billy trailed off. He still wasn’t comfortable talking about his father’s actions.

“That’s not an excuse for nearly attacking a thirteen-year-old and nearly killing Steve. I’m not the one you need to apologise too.” Y/N sighed. “You need to work on all this, Billy.”

“I know. But I haven’t been getting into as many fights. You really do help me, Y/N.” Billy tripped over some of the paper. “What the hell is this?”

“Will likes drawing.” Y/N shrugged as she binned the last of the shattered pottery.

“Don’t lie to me. Why were you all here tonight?” He had walked further into the room.

“Study group, Billy.” Y/N lied through her teeth. “Me and Steve have been running it for the past few years. Max decided she wanted to join.”

Billy nodded. “And everything else you said?”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.” Y/N muttered.

“Then I never gave you an answer.” Billy walked towards her and ran his thumb over her cheekbone. “I love you too, Y/N L/N.” He smiled and she matched it before connecting their lips. She tasted metal on her tongue but that didn’t stop either of them. When they did pull back, it was for air. Billy smiled at her and kissed her forehead.

“Let’s go home, I’m tired.” Y/N said as she grabbed his hand.

“By the way, you look good in my jacket.” Billy smirked as her cheeks went red.

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Billy Hargrove: Lady-Killer.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: the reader has anxiety, but it’s okay. Billy has her back.

Prompts: 25- “What the hell were you thinking?!?” 26- “Here, let me help you.” 82-“Just breath, okay?”

Song: Come on Eileen- Dexys Midnight Runners

Request: Lidi, who is an aNGEL GODDESS asked for this, and I absolutely love her. She’s a beautiful writer, go give her a check! @letmeletmetrashyourlove

Warning(s): cursing, depictions of panic attacks, sexual references, angst, fluff, reader is a Henderson

Word count: 1.2k

Author’s note: as someone with several anxiety disorders, i hope this is portrayed well. I hope you like it! PS THIS WAS REALLY GOOD AND THEN GOOGLE DECIDED TO DELETE LIKE 5 FUCKING PARAGRAPHS AND IM SO ANGRY.

Originally posted by taikka

You had met the infamous Billy Hargrove the day he’d walked through Hawkins High. How could you not have? Your locker was directly next to his, not to mention the two classes you’d shared with him.

And honestly? You didn’t understand the fuss over him. The guys either hated him or loved him because of how much of a “lady-killer” he was (Jonathan had called him this, not you, and you nearly choked on the sandwich you were chowing on), and how he ‘dethroned’ Steve Harrington (a boy you’d come to know through your close friend Nancy. He’d never admit, but he was actually slightly upset). The girls either thought he was the hottest guy in town, or the biggest misogynist.

You? You were both. You couldn’t deny how handsome his denim clad everything was, but at the end of the day, it was tiring seeing different girls pushed up right next to and being pinned by his hips. But when he wasn’t being a complete and horny ken doll, he was genuinely nice to you. He’d ask how your day was the times he wasn’t all over a girl, and if Jonathan or Nancy had something to do at lunch, leaving you alone, he’d come sit next to you and you’d share some of your Doritos with him. If you expected him, he’d even gain his own bag at times.

Of course, this gained some negative attention of the girls Billy had been with.

Now it was the time of some girls party Nancy had asked you to go to with her, Jonathan, and Steve. And while you didn’t wanna go, and you’d told Nancy you really thought it was a really bad idea for you to go, here you were, on a stranger’s couch, with a cup of “pure fuel”. In the background, you could hear Billy screaming “Yeah! That’s how you do it, Hawkins!”

You’d chuckled and took a sip of whatever the hell was in the “pure fuel”.

You felt the couch dip beside you. It was Carol, the school’s prettiest girl and your daily harasser. You inhaled, shakily, taking another drink from your cup.

“What are you doing here, (Y/N)? Looking for a quick dick? Where are you friends?”

Her friends chuckled annoyingly at this, “oh, wait, you don’t have any.”

Your breathing quickened, hands getting clammy, eyes watered up. You didn’t notice Billy making his way to you before getting up to leave through the front door.

The cool autumnal air kissed your skin. It was cold, and you really should’ve brought a jacket, but it helped, even if your body told you it wasn’t.

As you walked down the street, aiming for your house, you heard a car rev. Thinking it was another passerby, you ignored it, until you heard it stop and someone open then close the door. You turned, only to be met with your locker neighbor.

What the hell were you thinking, (Y/N)?! It’s freezing!”

You stared at him not processing what was happening, “you okay? What happened?”

And that’s how Billy Hargrove made you cry without meaning to. You broke down, holding yourself tighter while hyperventilating. Billy made his way to you, took of his well-loved jacket, and put it around you, before hugging you, a hand on the top of your head, holding you to his chest, the other on the small of your back. This Billy, the one without the constant want of sex and substance, was sweet, soft, caring.

“It’s okay, doll, it’s okay. Just breathe, okay? Here, let me help you.

He guided you to his car, the instant relief of warm air hitting you. Your arms gripped his jacket as he buckled you in, kissing the top of your head.

He kissed the top of your head.

He did that.

But it wasn’t Billy Fuckboy Hargrove, again. He was simply letting you know that he’s got you. And the he cares for you. You looked at him, and smiled. He brought his hand to your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb, before going around and getting in his seat.

“Where to?”

You shrugged, not actually wanting to go back home. Your mom worried about you anyways, with your anxiety, Dustin’s constant disappearances, and Mews not showing up (you knew that rat was dead, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell her). Billy shrugged jokingly, grinning at you, before driving back into town. You rested your head against the cool window, finally calming down.

The drive was to a cute, open-all-day diner. It’s mint green and baby pink theme hugged your eyes in a welcoming hold. You smiled.

“Wanna grab a coffee sometime?” Billy asked, half joking, half seriously.

You breathily chuckled, “are you asking me on a date while we’re in front of it?”

He gave a hearty laugh, “yeah, I guess I am, Henderson. So, what do you say, huh?”

You nodded, opening the door as Billy got out as well, and walked inside. You were greeted by an older lady, who was too tired for her own good, and sat down at a back booth.

After giving your order, you sat in silence, thinking about what to say, as Billy lit a cigarette. He offered it to you, which you kindly declined.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I just-”

Billy cut you off, “you don’t need to explain, doll. We’ve got our own shit to deal with.” he smirked his normal Billy-esque smirk and took your hand in his.

“Thank you.” you whispered.

“Nah, thank you.”

You frowned at him and he lightly smiled, before receiving his pecan pie and boyishly digging in.

The two of you stayed there for a while, chatting, asking silly question, and eventually opened up to one another. He talked some about his home life, which gave you some insight as to why he craved such obscenities, and you talked about your own home life, and how your brother is doing a little better with the school and his bullies.

He drove you home that night, and walks you to your doorstep.

“Thanks for the ride, Billy.” you looked down, smiling.

“Thanks for the date, (Y/N).” he plays. You look up, and he stares at you for a bit, smiling, before leaning down and kissing your cheek.

“I gotta head home, but I’ll see you at school.”

“Yeah…”

You watched him drive off, taking his time and actually doing the speed limit, before you walked in the house. You were greeted with Dustin and your mother, staring jumping back from the window next to the door and acting like they weren’t spying on you.

“You guys suck.” you laughed.

“You suck! You’re the one hanging out with Billy Hargrove! Letting him get all mushy-mushy with you!” Dustin joked with your mom.

“Mom, make him stop.” you whined jokingly, hugging the both of them.

Dustin started complaining, “Ewww, you smell like him! Hey is that his jacket? Gross!”

You only then realized you still had his jacket on. Well, now you’d have an excuse to talk to him first thing Monday morning.

in honor of my boys birthday I’m here to tell y'all to stop sleeping on dacres talent and stop sweeping him under the rug because billy is an awful person! dacre is such a sweetheart and his acting is incredible! give him more credit! damn!

Heads up ST fandom, I’m writing a Reader x Steve Harrington fic. Reader is an experiment just like Eleven/Jane and Eight. I’m not going to spoil what’s up with her/you, but I can say if you want a reference look up Elfen Lied and just kinda…watch the main character…do shit…

(Reader meets him while he’s in father mode and it’s glorious) 

Soft.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Amidst all the Upsidedown stress, the reader is dating billy, and thinks she knows how to handle it best.

Prompt(s): 32- “Why are you doing this?” 69- “What do you want me to say?” 1- “I love you, please don’t go.”

Song: Gasoline- Troye Sivan

Request: kinda? I told my cousin to give me a prompt and character so… no not really requested lmao.

Warning(s): ANGST (if you couldn’t tell by the prompts), cursing, break-ups, violence, Steve getting the shit beat out of him, tall boys crying???? (that triggers me okay)

Word count: 1.5k

Authors note: NAIWDNWOO okay so this is my first fic on here, but I have written in the past before. I hope you guys enjoy

Originally posted by superdistress

Everything was going great, or so he thought. Now? He knew that wasn’t the case as she had asked him to meet with her at the park on Maple St, at 9 p.m.

“What do you mean you’re leaving me?”

What do you want me to say, Billy?” (Y/N), with her back to him, picked up her jacket that had fallen off her waist.

And he, in the only way he knew how, asked her to not leave. To stay. He needed her, he’d been an asshole in the past, yeah, but not to her, right?

He grasped her wrist, making her turn to look at him. His eyes were red from the tears he’d been holding back, jaw set, lips forming a pouty expression. His broken-heartedness was turning into his only familiar emotion; anger.

“Let go, Billy.” (Y/N)’s voice cracked in his name.

He shook his head, “Why are you doing this? Did I do something?”

His eyes searched hers for something, anything, to tell him what went wrong.

(Y/N) sighed and shook her head,“I can’t anymore Billy.”

“You gonna tell me why?” he got in her face, getting angrier, “Is it Steve Harrington? Or how ‘bout Nancy, huh? Maybe Jonathan?”

(Y/N) pulled her wrist back, “It’s none of them, Billy! This is me, it’s just me. You of all people should realize that sometimes people have their own shit to deal with! But, instead of lashing out at others, I’m-”

“Running away, huh? Instead of letting me help?”

(Y/N) took a breath and turned, walking back in the direction of her house.

For a second, Billy couldn’t comprehend what was happening, before pointlessly grasping the bottom hem of her shirt. She stood still, not turning around. The tears in her eyes had nearly pooled over, and she couldn’t decipher if she didn’t want him seeing her like this, or if she didn’t want to see him the way he was. And he was a wreck already. Tears streamed down his face, his cheeks and nose were red, and not from the cold.

I love you, please don’t go.

It took everything she had to not break down at his plea, and, ultimately, his confession. They’d never said something as such to each other, and for all she knew, he wasn’t the type to fall in love.

“I’m sorry. Goodbye, Billy.”

And without looking back, she left. And he crumbled.

It’d been a week since they’d broken up. And Billy was dealing, to say the least. Not in his healthiest of ways, but he was dealing. He’d pick a fight with anyone who’d look at him the wrong way, slept around with various girls, gone to parties, drank, everything he could to take his girlfriend- ex-girlfriend, off his mind.

Tonight, he’d planned to visit a girl he’d been chatting with. Instead, he was now after his step-sister.

When he’d shown up at the Byers’, he wasn’t expecting much. Just to find Max and maybe the twerpy Zombie Boy. Instead, he was met with Steve fucking Harrington.

At first, he tried to play it cool.

“Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

Steve stood, hands on hips, “Yeah, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.”

Billy took off his jacket as Steve walked to him, “What are you doing here, amigo?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Amigo.”

“I’m looking for my step-sister. Little birdy told me she was here.” he glanced at the window. He saw all of them, Max, a couple kids he didn’t recognize, Lucas Sinclair, and-

(Y/N) (Y/L/N).   

But he still kept a cool head.

“Huh, that’s weird, I dunno her.”

He stared Steve down, “small, red hair, bit of a bitch.”

And Harrington still denied it.

“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry buddy.”

Billy took a drag from his cigarette, officially pissed off, and stepped forward, squaring up with the slightly taller boy, and sighed.

“I don’t know, this whole… situation, Harrington.” He tensed his jaw, “It’s giving me the hibbie jibbies.”

Harrington played it off, “yeah, why is that?”

“My thirteen-year-old sister goes missing, all day, and then I find her with you, in a stranger’s house,” he motioned to the house, catching (Y/N) trying to pry away the teenage boys and girl from peeping underneath the window, “and you lie to me about it.”

Steve laughs as Billy takes another hit from the cigarette, “Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what?”

Billy laughs dangerously and licks his bottom lip.

Steve continues, “I don’t know what you don’t understand about what I just said. She’s not here.”

Billy points with his cigarette to the window, “then who is that.”

Steve quickly turns, catching the kids jump down and hide, “Ah, shit-”

Billy pushes Steve, hard, “I told you to plant your feet.” he sneers before kicking the grounded boy and walking into the house.

He sees the kids, (Y/N) in front of them, arms spread eagle, protecting them.

“Well, well, well.” and he slams the door.

“Billy don’t-”

Billy looks at (Y/N) for a split second, and once again too clouded by anger, pushes her away.

“Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise.”

(Y/N) grabs at Billy’s shirt in an attempt to stop him, but it does nothing other than aggravate him more. He looks at his Step-sister, “I thought I told you to stay away from him, Max.”

Max makes her own attempt in getting him to leave, “Billy, go away.”

Billy looks her in the eyes, his voice a dangerous whisper “You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me. I break things.”

The look in Max’s face tells (Y/N) she needs to go look for the sedative. It wasn’t in the near vicinity, so she stepped between the boy and the pre-teens.

Billy was near-visibly shaking, “Get out of my way, (Y/N).”

“No, Billy.”

He grabbed her by the shoulders and forcefully moved her, trying to get to Lucas, when Steve came in and punched him. Billy couldn’t focus on anything but Steve, (Y/N) was yelling after the both of them, but wasn’t acknowledged by either, and instead prompted to go find the sedative.

She heard the kids yelling Billy growling at Steve “No one tells me what to do,” and then everything go quiet. (Y/N) came back into the room, watching Billy pull a needle out of his neck, stumbling around, “The hell is this? Little shit, what have you done?”

And then he dropped. One of the boys quietly cursed before Billy laughed in a near hopeless manner. Max grabbed the bat, (Y/N) went to stop her, but ultimately decided against it.

“From here on out, you leave me, and my friends, alone. Do you understand?” She growled.

Billy, now loopy, bit back “Screw you.”

Max slammed the nail bidden bat between Billy’s legs, making (Y/N) flinch and Billy look up, bewildered, before screaming “Say you understand! Say it. Say it!”

Quietly, Billy retreated, mumbling “I understand.” before passing out.

It’d now been a good 8 hours since the gang left in Billy’s car after hoisting Steve into the Camaro, much to (Y/N)’s displeasure. But she knew it had to be done. She waved them off, and closed the door, knowing she’d need to be the one to help Billy when he came to. She’d gotten the call that eleven had closed the gate, and everything was semi-okay.The sun started peeking through the curtains hinting at morning.

She was cleaning him off when he opened his eyes.

“Hey.” (Y/N) greeted.

“You lied to me.” Billy grumbled, pushing her hand away so he could sit up.

“About?”  She put the damp rag down, and held her hands in her lap.

“When you broke up with me. I asked if this had to do with Harrington.”

“And it doesn’t.”

“That’s bull.” he glared. (Y/N) sighed, looking down while Billy looked around.

“What’s the shit on the wall?”

This gained a chuckle from the shorter girl, “would you be mad if I said it was part of the reason I broke up with you?”

Billy looked at her, brows furrowed, as if to ask if she was joking. But she wasn’t.

“Listen, if you’re gonna fuck with me, I’m leaving.” he reached for his pocket, nearly panicking when his keys weren’t there.

“Yeah, about that…” Billy snapped his head at her again, “Max took it. To go… take Steve home…”

Billy looked at her incredulously, she looking back at him.

“I’m walking home.” Billy stated, getting up to leave, only stopping when (Y/N) pulled at his hand. She intertwined their fingers, sighing and getting up.

“I’m sorry.”

Billy looked at her, placing his hand at the bottom of her jaw, eyes softening.

She continued, “there’s been a lot of shit going on, and it’s hard for me to explain, but… It’s over. It is. For now, I just need you to trust me when I say, I’m sorry, and I didn’t mean it.”

Billy tried so hard to not tear up, he really did.

“You’re making me go soft, babe.”

She laughed, a tear running down her cheek, which Billy was quick to wipe away.

“I’ll forget if you do.” he chuckled.

“Yeah, handsome. Yeah.” she nodded, reaching up to kiss him.

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friendly reminder that the duffer brother specifically said that billy getting abused by his dad is an explanation for his behavior but should never be used as an excuse for his behavior