Billy Hargrove Imagines

Remember I'm Here For You

Requested: "Can I request a billy x reader fanfiction where the reader is dealing with depression and feels lonely but then billy starts to care for her and he's really cute and fluffy and tries to make her happy."

Warnings: Depression. Angst. Self-doubt. Cursing.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Things hadn't been going so great for you lately, and your boyfriend Billy has been picking up on it. So he decides to try his best to make you feel better.

Words: 2,504

Listen to: Teen Idle by Marina and the Diamonds

Your (e/c) eyes stared blankly out the window, the end of your pencil twirling between your teeth. The red, orange and yellow leaves of the autumn trees swirled on the pavement below, freely making their way across the street, through the parking lot, and wherever else the wind decided they belonged. While you on the other hand, were stuck inside Hawkins High School, feet planted firmly on the ground and body unmoving as your AP European History teacher dragged on.

"Ms. (Y/L/N)? Would you mind bringing your eyes to the board rather than outside?" the voice of Mr. Hodgins suddenly called out.You slowly moved your eyes to the front of the board, removing the pencil from your mouth.

"Yeah. Sorry," you apologized curtly, though it was obvious you weren't sorry from the lack of emotion in your voice. Your notebook lay open in front of you, void of its usual colorful notes. You didn't have your usual highlighters or colored pens scattered out either. Just the single pencil and notebook. Mr. Hodgins eyed you carefully before moving on, electing not to say much else on the matter.

A short while later the bell rang and you packed up your things, carelessly shoving them into your practically empty backpack. Before you were able to leave, however, Mr. Hodgins called you back. A short shock of panic ran through you, thinking you were going to be in trouble for not paying attention, or your missing assignments, or the absences piling up. Holding your breath, you turned around and walked over to his desk.

"Yes, Mr. Hodgins?" you asked carefully, your hands gripping the strap of your backpack tightly.

"I'm worried about you, (Y/N). Last year you were top of the class, always on time, never missed an opportunity to raise your hand or help out. Now, I'm lucky if you show up once a week, or turn in anything at all. What's going on? I've had you in my class three years in a row. We've been working together to get you into Harvard- that's not something you can slip up on. You know that. Talk to me, let me help you," he spoke, nothing but pure concern and worry in his voice. You didn't know what to do.

"I..." your voice got caught in your throat. He was right, and you knew he was right. You were just waiting for somebody other than yourself to call you out on it. Ever since middle school you had been dreaming of going to Harvard to study, and you never let anything get in the way. But then last year happened, and that's when everything slowly started coming undone. And then it happened again, and everything got worse. You're lucky if you get 4 hours of sleep due to the nightmares of Demodogs hunting down you, Steve, and the kids. Your hands shake whenever you attempt to pick up a pencil. You know it's not over for good, how can it be? Nothing ever is. So who's going to die next? Would it be Nancy? Dustin? Mike? You? Or worse, your boyfriend.

Fingers snapping in front of your face drew you out of your spiralling thoughts, yet again. You stared down at Mr. Hodgins silently, and he reciprocated the act, fingers placed on his chin. "Listen. If you don't want to talk to me, that's fine. But talk to someone. It's November. Finals are next month. You can't afford to risk those if Harvard is still in your future. Now go enjoy your weekend," he said finally. Nodding your head, you walked out of his class and made your way to your locker.