Billy Hargrove Imagines

Personal Bodyguard

Request: "Can u do a billy imagine where she and billy reunite and Dustin, max and co. See and max also reunites because everyone loves max. But the rest are surprised to see dat billy is actually has some emotions. Like mabey in front of the arcade where billy picks up max. If u can do it I would appreciate it v v much! Have a nice day/evening love!❤️❤️✨✨"

Warnings: cursing (at this point this is just a given in my writing, like honestly. I'm sorry)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Summary: You work at the local arcade, and your usual band of middle-school customers find out who your Personal Body Guard is.

Word Count: 1,318

You had the closing shift at The Palace, Hawkin's local arcade. It closed at 11, and almost every night ended with you practically kicking out five 13 year olds. You didn't mind, they were sweet and hilarious, and on nights when you didn't have homework or a date with your boyfriend, you'd let them stay an extra fifteen minutes.

"Alright you guys, it's 11:15," you called out across the arcade, snickering when you heard a chorus of groans and one of your machines receiving a blow from a shoe no doubt. "I know, I know. I'm a horrible staff employee. You can write me up tomorrow afternoon," you sighed dramatically, walking through the counter and allowing the bar to slam shut behind you. Mike, Will, Dustin, Lucas and Max walked around the corner of the Q*bert game machine, looking thoroughly dejected.

"Come on, (Y/N)!" Mike whined, coming to stand directly in front of you. "Please let us stay for fifteen more minutes! We'll... we'll... we'll get Keith to leave you alone! We know how much he bothers you!" Mike offered, smiling up at you in hopes his offer would work. You laughed and shook your head.

"No thanks, lil' man. If Keith crosses a line, I have my personal bodyguard to take care of him," you joked, leaning against the Q*bert machine with your arms crosses. You saw Dustin's face fall, a sorrowful look coming over it.

"What? You mean you have a boyfriend?" he whined, standing beside Mike and looking up at you as well. They looked like little puppies.

"Indeed I do, curls."

"Man, I really thought these pearls would work this time! I was positive of it!" he whimpered, looking defeated. He didn't even bother purring at you to prove a point, either. Your eyes widened, and you bit your lip to try and hold back a smile at how adorable he looked.

"Aw, Dustin," you cooed, ruffling his curls. "You'll always be my best man," you saw his eyes light up, "but not if you brats don't get out."

"(Y/N), come on!" Lucas yelled, as you began shooing them out of the store and towards the door. "You're like, our favorite person, ever. Have we ever told you that?"

"Yeah!" Max chimed in, whipping her head around to look at you. Her ginger hair whipped you in the face, and you spluttered to get pieces of it out of your mouth. "You're the coolest person in Hawkins! In Indiana! And that's saying something, coming from me."

"I'm sure it is, Mad Max," you laughed, a teasing tone in your voice at the nickname. "But not tonight I'm not. I know Will over here as a curfew that he's already past," you raised an eyebrow at the quiet boy who diverted his eyes, "and I'm tired as hell. High school? Not easy, guys."

"We're not saying it is!" Mike yelled as you finally got them, and yourself, out the door. You turned around to lock it, chuckling as they continued their attempt at persuasion.

"Yeah, high school is horrible! Terrible, despicable, the epitome of a nightmare," Lucas agreed, throwing his back against the doors so he could look up at you. "So wouldn't you want to relax with us, play some video games for a few hours?"

"I have played the games in there so many times, that I have calluses and blisters on my fingers and palms," you laughed again, shaking your head.

"Shit!" Max suddenly cursed out loudly.

"Language!" you yelled back unconsciously. You paused, realizing you went into mom mode.

"God, I forgot about Billy," she moaned, swiping her skateboard from the side of the building. Your eyes widened and you whipped around, spotting the familiar blue Camaro.

"Wait, how do you know Billy?" you questioned, watching as the car pulled up in front of you guys. Lucas stood behind you, his arms crossed across his chest, with Mike and Dustin walking in front of him. Will stood to your side, unsure of what to do.

"He's my annoying step-brother," she sighed, waiting for the car to come to a stop.

"You're 'that annoying little shit' he's always talking about?" you cried, your eyes wide in shock. You had always heard the two talk about one another, never with names. And both described the other as horrible and the bane of their existence.

"Yeah, probably," she mumbled, without thinking. But then she stopped, and turned to you. "Wait... how would you know that?"

"Because that 'asshole, psychotic dick with anger managment problems'," you said, quoting the kids from various conversations, "Is my personal body guard."

"He's your boyfriend?" Dustin yelled, and your face heated up when you saw Billy's head snap towards you guys. His eyes widened, bigger than yours, when he noticed you among the kids. A quiet 'oh fuck' left his mouth, the two of you staring at eachother, frozen in shock.

A sudden shove against your side broke your trance, and you watched in horror as Mike marched over to Billy's car. Dustin and Lucas' hands shot out, trying to grip onto his blue jacket and pull him back, but they missed. Max stood on the sidewalk, next to the car, watching him approach the passenger window.

"Now you listen here, Hargrove," Mike spit out, leaning his upper body through the open window. You ran forward, attempting to stop any damage that could be done. Billy didn't like his car being touched. "You see this girl here? This really nice girl? She's our friend. And if you hurt another one of our friends, we'll hurt you," he threatened, and you stopped mid-jog to the car.

Did this 5'7 thirteen year-old, just threaten your 5'11 seventeen year-old boyfriend, with I.E.D issues? Did he... Did he really? Your teeth clamped down on your lips, holding back a laugh in order to give Mike a confidence boost. Billy eyed the smaller boy slowly, debating on what to do. Finally, he took the glowing cigarette out of his mouth, and flicked it out the window.

"You've done it now, Wheeler," Will whispered.

Billy got out of the car, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. Mike ducked back out of the window, stumbling backwards and into the safety of his huddled friends. Dustin gripped onto the hood of his jacket, making sure he wouldn't run off again. Walking around the front of the car, Billy came to stand in front of you.

"Hey there, handsome. Fancy seeing you here," you grinned instantly, unable to help yourself. He had a loose jean jacket on, over a red silk shirt. You'd stolen so many of those things, you were surprised he had any left at this point. Max mad a gagging noise when Billy smirked down at you, his hand snaking around your waist.

"Hey, gorgeous," he hummed, pulling your body up so he could kiss you. It was gentle, unlike his usual public displays of affection. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, with the arcade keys dangling off your fingertip. When he pulled away, he pulled you into his side and looked over at Mike and the others. "I'm not gonna hurt her, twerp. Promise."

"You better not. We have back up," Dustin threatened. Their backup involved breaking into Steve's trunk and getting his bat, but it was still backup. Billy nodded his head, without saying anything. Your hands rested on his chest, your fingers curled around his necklace. His hand rested on your hip, gently rubbing a patch of bare skin while the other was in his jacket pocket.

"The way you talk about your girlfriend all the time, I should've guessed it was (Y/N)," Max sighed, shoving Billy away from the passenger door and climbing in. "Nobody else has that amount of patience to deal with you."