you sat with your back against Billy on his bed. it was a calm Saturday which the two of you had spent in his room. Neill and Susan were on a trip and Max was out with friends so the two of you had the house all to yourself. right now Billy was sitting with his back against his headboard and with your back to his chest.
he watched with admiration as you took a puff from the blunt he just rolled and lit. he had suggested that the two of you should get high and, much to his surprise, you agreed. he had briefly gotten up from his bed to grab his weed and had rolled it into a blunt. it was clear that he had done this before. he had lit it and taken a puff before passing it onto you. after you took a hit yourself you passed it back to Billy and settled further into him. almost immediately the two of you felt the relaxing effect of the drug.
before long the blunt was done and the two of you were high as fuck. from experience you gained at parties you knew that Billy got horny when he is high. this gave you an idea. you turned around and startled his lap. a lazy smirk immediately covered his lips as he knew what you were up to. before he had the chance to do anything though you smashed your lips against his. you both moaned as Billy deepened the kiss, a strong hold on your hips. your hand flew yo his hair and started lightly tugging on it. you started grinding your hips against him as the making out became more intense. he groaned against your lips as he felt his dick grow hard.
pulling away from your lips “we should to this more often” Billy said breathlessly.
“yeah” you said in a breathy voice before kissing him again.
Billy and you had arrived at the party not too long ago. Tina was once again throwing a Halloween party, and as usual, her house was packed. Billy had convinced you to go with him even though you felt like staying home. Normally you didn’t mind going to parties with him, you actually enjoyed how needy he got when he was drunk. whenever Billy was drunk he couldn’t get enough of you, and you basked in the attention. Of course, you got some dirty looks from some scantily clad jealous girls but you didn’t care. You knew Billy was yours so it didn’t matter what those girls thought of you.
The nature of your relationship with Billy was shrouded with mystery and questions. Sometimes it seemed as if you two were just 2 friends hooking up, other times it seemed as if you two were in a relationship, like right now. Billy was sitting on a couch surrounded by his friends and with you on his lap. Both of you were already tipsy from the beers you had chugged earlier. Billy’s hand rested on your thigh as you played with a lock of his hair and littered his neck with kisses. He knew you were trying to tease him but he made sure not to show how it affected him.
Quite a few songs and a keg stand later Billy and you were once again seated on the couch, you in his lap once again. The both of you were sufficiently drunker than before, and , in result, also hornier than before. Billy’s hand rubbed up and down your thigh, every now and then giving it a slight squeeze. you occupied his other hand, admiring how big it looked compared to yours and thinking about all the things he could do with it to you. whenever Billy wasn’t talking or when the conversation was boring he would kiss up and down you neck, leaving small kisses.
“Hey I got some weed, you guys in?”, said Tilly. This immediately peaked Billy’s interest “Yeah”. He pulled you closer to him and mumbled into you ear “What about you kitten?”. His voice made a shiver run down your spine causing Billy to chuckle. “sure”, you said, turning your head to kiss him. When you looked up you saw some girls shooting you some dirty looks but you were too far away to care. By now Tommy had lit the blunt and passed it to Billy and you. Billy held it out for you so you took a drag, your lips slightly touching the tips of his fingers. As you were blowing out the smoke Billy took a drag himself before passing it onto the next.
Before long the blunt was gone and you were all high. People danced around you as the music played but you didn’t care. you turned around in Billy’s lap so that you were straddling him. “Hey there princess”, he numbleled in his groggy voice, against his lips to yours. “Hey” you giggled before closing the almost non-existing gap between your lips. Billy groaned against your lips as you slipped your tongue inside his mouth, deepening the kiss. One of your hands rested on Billy’s chest, admiring his muscles while the other gently tugged on his locks. Both of you were moaning because of the way Billy moved your hips against his hardening dick. Your jeans rubbed against your clit just right, making you moaned with pleasure. The sounds that you were making spurring Billy on. He started to move your hips faster but you stopped him.
You pulled after from his lips, looking at how they were slightly swollen and red, just like yours probably were. You pressed you forehead against his and said “Let’s go somewhere more private”. Billy didn’t needed to be told twice. After you had gotten of his lap he grabbed your hand and pulled you outside, towards his Camaro.
warnings: kidnapping, trauma! at hawkins lab, violence w/ guns (but no shooting), angst, comfort, strong language,superhuman oc,bad plot probably,set between seasons two and three
prompt: Hi I was wondering if you could write a Billy Hargrove x reader. She has powers like 11 and know each other. One day he sees her handcuffed and led by some men to a van and she has some bruises on her arm so he goes after her.
– I adjusted this because it fit too well with my heaven-sent series to not turn into a fran x billy heaven-sent one-shot.hope that’s okay!
Billy changed the route of his daily morning jog around the same time that he and Fran became…whatever it is they are. Whatever that aching knot in the very pits of his belly means. The first day, he pretended as though he hadn’t gone out of his way to run by the trailer on the edge of the lake. The second, she caught him and offered him coffee. Now, it’s pancakes or cereal or whatever she has on offer that day, and he can never say no. Not to her.
But something’s wrong today. In front of the trailer sit three white vans. Not her father’s, the chief’s. Just…plain, ominous white vans. He slows and yanks off his headphones, sweat dripping down his neck. And then the trailer door swings open, and his heart sinks into his stomach. Fran is being pulled along by a group of neatly dressed men, and her eyes…golden. Round. Filled with fear that can’t mean anything good.
“Hey!” he shouts, but when they spot him, the men only urge her toward the vans quicker. Fran stumbles and strains to get a look at him, and only then does he realise she’s handcuffed. “Fran. What the hell’s going on?”
One of the men holds him back like she’s some sort of celebrity. Or prisoner.
And a part of him already knows, then, or at least can guess what these people would want with Fran. With his Fran. She’s shuddering just like she always does when an episode happens, a speck of blood beneath her nostrils. They know about her powers. They’re trying to take her away.
“Call my dad, Billy,” she begs.
“I’m afraid Hawkins’ chief of police won’t be able to do much this time,” the man yanking her forward drawls. As though he’s enjoying it. It makes Billy sick.
“No. No way. You’re not taking her.” He shoves the human barrier aside and runs for the car, but his arms are pulled back and there are more of them restraining him now.
And then a cold piece of metal presses against his head. A gun. He stops writhing, his blood going cold.
“Let her go.” All he can do is beg, fear a shivering fist around his gut. “You’ve got it wrong. You can’t take her.”
“Just call my dad, Billy,” Fran pleads again, and then her head is lowered and she’s pushed into the back of the van. The last thing he sees before the doors close is that terror contorting her features, and those gold eyes, and the pain he knows she feels when it happens.
A lump forms in Billy’s throat, hatred curling his upper lip, but he doesn’t dare move. What good would he be to her if his brains are splattered across her driveway? She’s right. He needs to get Hopper. “Let her go,” he grounds out anyway. “There’s a mistake here.”
“You won’t tell anybody about this.” The gunman clicks the safety off just to give his message loud and clear. If Billy talks, he dies. “Billy Hargrove, isn’t it? How’s your sister, Maxine?”
That, he hadn’t expected. They know who he is. Know about Max. Probably know where he lives. Jesus. How long have they been watching Fran? To what fucking end?
He can’t even think about that. If he gets angry, he’ll do something stupid like get them both killed, and he can’t let that happen. She needs him strong, steady, something Billy Hargrove has never felt before and certainly doesn’t feel now.
But he’ll do his damn best for her.
“I won’t tell anybody,” he whispers.
“Not even the chief.” The gunman’s finger hovers over the trigger.
Billy shakes his head, defeated. “Not even the chief.”
“Good.” He slaps Billy’s back, the group dispersing back towards the vans. “Glad we could clear that up. You forget about all of this and you won’t have to worry.”
He climbs into the van and slams the door, cool gaze still fixed on Billy. They drive off, leaving Billy in the dust. He watches the van with Fran inside, his lower lip trembling. What the fuck does he do now?
***
He shakes. For the rest of the day, he shakes like a fucking leaf. He goes to school because he knows he’s being watched. Pretends everything is normal; like Fran isn’t gone. He tries not to think about what they might do to her. She’s not normal, maybe not even human, and he realises somewhere along the line that he was wrong. He has seen those vans before, the night that Fran and him found Hopper underground. Those vine things alive, curled around him.
He needs Hopper, and much as he hates it, he does the only thing he can think of. Gets the police’s attention.
If those damn freaks knew anything about him, they’d know he’s had a few run-ins with the law. So he skips fifth period and speeds around town until those damn lights follow him. Callahan takes him into the station as predicted with a smarmy, “No girlfriend to bail you out this time?”
Billy grits his teeth, remembering the first time Fran bailed him out for drunk driving. They take care of each other. It’s what they do. And it kills him that, this time, he doesn’t know how.
“Chief around?” he mumbles after he’s been questioned and left with a strike in his license.
“On his lunch break,” Callahan replies.
Great. Fuck knows how long that could last. He leans back in his seat, knee bouncing as he tips his head and blows out a long, ragged breath.
“Don’t think he’ll be too impressed to find you here again. You wanna date the chief’s daughter, you better stop being a delinquent.”
He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I need to talk to him. Can you call him in?”
“No need. You’re all done here, as long as you pay the fine in the next two weeks. Another strike on your license, and it’s gone. You hear me?”
Thankfully, the station door opens and a heavy-footed Hopper struts in, a box of donuts in his hand and a bear claw in his mouth. Both are left on Flo’s desk when he catches sight of Billy. “Are you kidding me?”
“I need to talk to you in your office.”
“Oh, you’re gonna.” He glares and yanks Billy up by the collar, causing him to scowl. “Jesus Christ, what the hell does Fran see in you? What are you in for now?”
“Speeding,” Callahan supplies.
Another grumble as Hopper shoves him into his office. Billy waits until the door is closed, and then all his pent-up worry finally pours out of him. “Fran’s gone. She’s gone, chief, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to fucking d —”
“Woah, woah. Slow down. Fran’s gone where?”
“They took her.” His voice rises with panic, no matter how badly he tries to keep quiet. “Those guys in the white vans. The ones who were there that night…they took her. Said if I told anyone, I’d be dead and made it pretty damn clear the rest of my family would be, too. I wanted to go after her, but there were too many. There were too goddamn many.”
Hopper’s features turn grave in an instant. “When was this?”
“This morning. Around eight.”
His knuckles whiten, hands curling into fists. “You should have come to me sooner.”
“They’re watching me. What the hell was I supposed to do? They threatened my goddamn sister.”
Hopper pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright. You’re right. We have to be careful about this.”
“But we can get her back, right? You know where they’d take her?”
“I have an idea, yeah.”
Billy blows out a breath of relief, still trembling all over. “So let’s go. Now.”
“We can’t just waltz in. We need a plan. I need…Jesus, I need to call Joyce. She can get us in, I’m sure.”
He knows nothing about Joyce’s place in all this, but any plan is better than playing sitting ducks. He runs a hand over his mouth, exhausted and desperate to get Fran back. “Do you think…would they hurt her?”
Hopper purses his lips as though he can’t bear to answer. Finally, his brows lower and he heads to the telephone on the desk. “No. They won’t hurt her. We won’t let them.”
Billy wants so badly to believe it.
***
An hour later, they’re at the gate of Hawkins Lab, Joyce and Hopper in the front seats. After a lengthy argument about Billy’s role in it all, he’s hiding on the floor of the back seat while they attempt to convince the guard that it’s urgent. Something about Will. A flashlight flits around the car and then the gates buzz. They’re in.
“You stay in the car,” Hopper rattles for the tenth time. “If they see you, they’ll know what’s going on.”
“Right, and they wouldn’t suspect you,” Billy retorts.
“They think they can control me. I let them think that. But you’re a livewire and you have no idea what we’re walking into here.”
“Because nobody tells me a damn thing.”
“Thank your lucky stars for it, kid. You don’t want to know. Trust me.”
“Just like Fran didn’t want to know?” It’s a low blow, especially now, but Billy is pissed off and he knows how badly it hurt Fran when she found out she was adopted. She’d come from the lab and hadn’t known it. Hadn’t known she was gifted at all until recently. She deserved better than that. She deserved the truth.
“I’m not arguing with you, Hargrove.” Hopper pops a cigarette in his mouth before ordering, “Just stay in the damn car.”
Joyce and Hopper get out, and Billy waits all of five minutes before impatience gets the better of him. He peers out of the window on all sides before sneaking out, weaving between the parked cars and behind the back of the building. Hopper is taking the long route, but Billy just needs Fran back. Now. He can’t sit by and wait and hope a small-town police chief and Joyce Byers can take on the group he saw this morning. No fucking way.
That’s why, when a guy dressed in a lab coat comes out of the back entrance by the dumpster, Billy wastes no time in knocking him out. Neil might be a piece of shit, but he’s taught him how to throw a decent punch. The scientist goes straight down, and Billy catches the door with his foot before it closes, bending over to yank off the coat. He finds a key card in the pocket and slips the coat on, licking his palm and slicking back his curls in the hopes it might make him look less like a Brat Pack teenager and more like a kidnapping, experimenting piece of shit.
The lab is bigger on the inside. He takes the stairwell in the corner of the building where he’s less likely to be spotted, finding a list signposted on each floor. He has no idea where Fran might be, until he’s breathless and finds the word subjects listed under the sixth level. He can’t even think about what it might mean, only that it’s the closest he’s come to feeling Fran since she was taken. So he smooths down his shirt, takes a deep breath, and steps into the corridor.
It’s grey-walled, with sad excuses for rainbows painted along every edge of it as though this could be anything but hell. He peers through each door and finds empty rooms — until the end one. There Fran is, curled on her side with her back to him. His heart leaps into his throat and he uses the key card to get in.
“Fran.”
She’s trembling, and he isn’t sure she’s even heard him at first. Not until she murmurs, “Go away. Go away. Go away.”
“Fran, angel.” He walks cautiously towards her, crouching but not daring to touch her yet. “It’s me. It’s Billy. Look at me.”
She stiffens finally and turns around, sitting up. She’s pale, bandaids on her elbows as though she’s had blood tests or IV drips inserted into her. Anger swirls in him. If they’ve used her as some damn lab-rat…
There are bruises, too. From the way they manhandled her, maybe. He hopes that’s all it’s from. If someone hurt her, he isn’t sure what he’ll do.
“Billy,” she whispers, her eyes becoming glossy as she wraps her arms around him. “Oh my god. Billy.”
“I’m here.” He tucks a curl behind her ear gently. “What did they do to you? What did they do, Fran? I swear to god, if they hurt you —”
“Tests. They did tests.” Her voice wobbles, so far removed from her usual cockiness and wit. It breaks his heart right down the middle. “I’ve been here before. I remember…”
“Let’s get you home, okay? You can tell me everything when I get you home.”
She nods, her chin wobbling. “I’m scared, Billy.”
“You don’t need to be scared. I’m here.”
She places a hand on his chest as though she can’t quite believe it, and his fingers curl around her elbows to help her up. Her legs are wobbly, eyes glazed.
And then the alarms go off.
“We need to go. They know we’re here.” He pulls her into him and they set off into a staggering run back down the blaring corridor. She’s barefoot, unsteady, but she’s in his arms and that’s all he can focus on. Footfalls echo behind him and he knows they’re close. Breathless sobs leave her as they skip down the stairs two at a time, back the way they came. He realises at the last minute that it isn’t a good idea and pulls her into the next corridor to take another flight of stairs. Somebody will have found the guy he knocked out by now and he can’t afford to run into whoever it was.
The lab gets busier the further down they get — but then Hopper and Joyce are there on the ground floor, relief written across their faces.
“Go!” Billy yells, urging them all out. They do, Hopper sprinting to the car ahead of them so he can unlock it. People are running onto the parking lot now — scientists, guards, people in suits like the ones from this morning, but they don’t know where the threat is, still bewildered, and it gives them the chance to get out.
Only the gates are closing. Billy pulls Fran into the backseat and Joyce collapse into the passenger. They don’t have time to fasten their seatbelts before they’re speeding away, and just in time before the gates close.
Billy chokes on his relief and focuses on Fran. Still pale, still shaking, still not her. “We’re going home now. We’re getting you home, okay? You’re safe.”
She shakes her head at the same time Hopper replies, “‘Fraid not. We need to get out of Hawkins. Are you okay sweetheart?”
“Yeah.” It’s an uncertain whisper.
“I left you on your own too damn much,” he mumbles. “Should’ve been there.”
“Yeah,” she repeats. She’s clutching Billy’s hand so tightly his skin is turning white, but he doesn’t care. He’s needed this all day. He can’t put into words just how much he’s needed it. He’s alone in the world without her, floating in an abyss, and he needs her. He needs her so damn much he aches.
He smooths down one of her knotted curls, his finger trailing down her cheek, her jaw. She gulps and closes her eyes, nestling into his chest.
“The two of you need to stay out of sight until we’re out of town,” Hopper says. “Get down.”
They do, cuddling up on the cab floor together. Billy can’t bring himself to let go. “Scared me so damn much, angel. Jesus.” He can still feel it pressing into him, that fear.
“I’m never going to be normal,” she replies, her voice cracking. “I’m never going to be me again.”
“You’re always gonna be you.” He squeezes her hand. He wants to rip the hospital gown off. It’s too harsh a reminder of what she’s faced. What he couldn’t save her from. “And I’m always gonna be here to make sure you remember it.”
Her eyes fall shut finally, and he’s never seen her look this small, this young. He wishes he could help her. Wishes there was a quick fix. But Fran will never need fixing. She just needs to be set free, and the world won’t let her.
“My fuckin’ angel, huh?” he murmurs, dragging his knuckle against her cheek again. “Always my angel.”
And he’d happily be her devil if she let him. He’d be anything for her. The fucking halo on her head. He doesn’t care as long as he’s hers.
“You shouldn’t be mixed up in this,” she says.
“Too bad,” he replies without missing a beat. “‘Cos I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. It’s you and me.”
She cups his jaw finally, resting her forehead against his chin. “Thank you for getting me out.”
“I was never gonna leave you, Fran. Never.” He kisses her forehead and then cradles her head against his shoulder, snuggling in this cramped, unknown space while the engine whirs beneath them. And he’s still terrified, but he’s not floating untethered anymore. She’s here, and it has to be enough until they figure out what comes next.
“Never,” he repeats, just to be sure she knows it.
Summary:Billy has unfinished business with you after the incident Saturday night and he’s going to get what he wants, even if it’s in the school parking lot.
Summary: Billy spots you at a house party and his mind settles to have his way with you. You’re not making it home, so the guest bathroom will have to do.
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader
Warning: a lot of cursing, NSFW, (heavy) choking, fingering (f recieving), dubcon, sex, sub/dom
