Stranger Things - Imagines (Book 2)

Billy Hargrove X Munson!Reader - Hush

A/N - This chapter was inspired by the idea of the Scary Dog Boyfriend actually being soft as Hell and his sweet-seeming girlfriend actually being super reactive/feisty; think Rottweiler Boyfriend, Chihauhau Girlfriend. I ended up using the song Hush by Crawlers for a bit of added inspiration. Reader is Wayne's daughter/ Eddie's cousin in this one. I hope you all enjoy it.

If you had it your way, you would never have to cross paths with Tommy Hagan. Hell, he was one of the biggest assholes going. And yet, he'd formed this weird attachment to Billy within days of their meeting. Sure, they had basketball in common, but beyond that, there wasn't really anything else there. So, here you were, just like every other lunch break, sitting at a table with Hagan and his girlfriend, biting your tongue as the two of them talked shit about every other person at Hawkins High.

"I can't believe I failed again," Billy murmured, shifting beside you on the bench, shuffling around the graded test, his eyes falling on the bright red 'F' in the top corner over and over as if it would magically change on its own. "We spent ages studying," he pressed on, his frown fading ever so slightly when you caught his hand in yours, pulling it into your lap, pressing your fingers into his palm, massaging at the joints. 

"We'll just have to study even harder next time," you hummed softly. "And Mrs Donahue is usually pretty cool about giving out extra credit work, anyway. We can go and talk to her after school-"

"I can't believe you're flunking Algebra," Tommy snorted across the table, and you felt Billy's arm tense where it leant across your thigh, his fingers curling into his palm. 

You forced a fake smile onto your lips. "Some people just find it harder than others," you uttered. 

"Yeah, some idiots-"

Your smile immediately dropped from your lips, replaced by a scowl so deep that Billy was a little concerned when he spotted it out of the corner of his eye. "Billy's not an idiot," you bit out. "And finding Algebra difficult doesn't make someone stupid," you pressed on, feeling Billy's hand shift out of yours to squeeze your knee. 

"Babe, it's fine-"

"Well," Tommy started again, his lips tipping up into a smirk when your glare landed on him, all too pleased to be getting a reaction out of you. "I don't find Algebra hard. And Carole doesn't find Algebra hard. And you don't find Algebra hard. It's just Billy, isn't it?" he hummed, giving a small shrug. "I mean, I don't know about you, but if everyone else finds something easy and one person doesn't, usually they're a little bit slow or something-"

"Tommy," Carole warned quietly, shifting a little further away from him, avoiding falling into the range of the look you were giving him. Hell, it was like all sense of your usual, gentle, kind personality had disappeared, replaced with some sort of Evil Spirit, focused fully on Tommy on the other side of the table. 

Your tongue dipped out for a moment, wetting your bottom lip. "Apologise," you uttered.

"I know it must be hard to admit when you're dating a retard, Sweetheart-"

"Tommy," Carole yelped again, her eyes wide as she glanced between the two of you. "That isn't nice-"

"I'm just saying it like I see it, Baby," he started, turning his attention to her for just a second as you got to your feet. "It's not my fault he's a fucking idiot-" His eyes drifted back to you as you picked up your lunch tray. "Oh come on, Y/N. It was a joke, you don't need to go getting all tetchy and running off." 

Before he could make sense of what was happening, you had lifted the plastic tray, smacking it so hard into his face that it shattered on impact, sending shards across the lunch room and Tommy sprawling to the floor, drawing the attention of the rest of the students.

"Holy shit," Billy uttered, scrambling to his feet to get between the two of you as Tommy got to his feet, ready to defend himself. 

"Say it again," you snarled, still glaring at Tommy as he wiped at his now bloody nose. "I fucking dare you," you pressed.

Tommy shook his head in disbelief, looking between you and Billy. "She's a psycho," he muttered. "You're whole fucking family is fucking deranged. You're all fucking heathens. Fucking trailer park trash."

Billy looked like he was as close to snapping as you were at the way Tommy was talking about you, only hesitating when your hand wrapped around his forearm.

"You know, most people would have learned their lesson about talking shit after the first hit," you murmured. "I would've stopped talking. Carole would've stopped. Billy would've stopped. It's just you, isn't it?" you pressed on, letting out an airy sigh. "I mean, I don't know about you, but if everyone else finds something easy and one person doesn't, usually they're a little bit slow or something," you repeated back to him with a small shrug. 

"Baby, let's go," Billy hummed, nodding towards the doors of the cafeteria. "Gotta get out of here before teachers start showing up," he pressed, his hand shifting to rest on your hip. 

You nodded your agreement, scooping up your backpack from the ground and hoisting it onto your shoulder. "See you around, Hagan," you murmured, offering up a little finger wave as Billy led you away from the table and out of the lunch hall. 

The two of you stayed silent as Billy led you out to his car, opening the door for you like he usually did, and leaving you in mental anguish as he lingered outside, taking a few deep inhales from a cigarette before walking around to the driver's side door and climbing into the car. 

You swallowed around the lump in your throat. "I tried to count to three," you started quietly. "I swear I did, but every time I got close, he said something else and it just got to me-"

"I know, Baby," he hummed, reaching his hand out to you, resting it on your knee, waiting for you to link your fingers through his like you usually did. "I'm not mad," he added softly. "Tommy had it coming. If it wasn't you, it would've been me," he pressed on. 

"You know you aren't stupid, right?" you finally murmured, turning in your seat to look at him fully. "Being good at Algebra isn't, like, the be-all and end-all of intelligence," you pressed on when he didn't answer. "You're so smart at other stuff," you added, your voice so soft that it brought a small smile to Billy's lips. It was mad to think that a couple of minutes ago you were so angry on his behalf that you were committing an assault, and now here you were, so soft and sweet again. It was hard to imagine that it was the same woman. 

"Yeah?" he hummed, letting his head fall sideways against the headrest to look at you. "Like what?"

"Well, you're great with cars; you'd make an excellent mechanic. You always know what's wrong with my car just by driving it around and listening," you started softly. "And you know like everything there is to know about Basketball. Hell, you know the stats of, like, every player in the NBA by heart." You hesitated for a moment, giving a small shrug. "And you're a damn good boyfriend. You always know when I'm sad and you know how to make me feel better. You always know what to say-"

He hummed softly, causing your words to trail off. "You're just easy to read, baby. You make it easy to be a good boyfriend," he murmured, watching as your smile grew. 

"See, you always say the right things," you chuckled, grinning when he pulled you in for a kiss. 

"Thank you for defending my honour, Baby," he breathed against your lips.

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