Yandere Billy Hargrove Drabble
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*Edited.
TW : Themes of abuse (it's Billy Hargrove) & suicide.
*Side note : I should be getting back to the normal upload schedule tomorrow! Thanks for yins' patience.
It started out like any other shallow attraction. He was on the afternoon shift at the pool as a lifeguard, the heavy summer sun beating down on him. Billy’s eyes scanned the various women around the pool, perversely drinking in each body. Nobody could tell because of the sunglasses, but that’s what he was always up to.
And that’s when he heard it. A piercing, angelic giggle. His entire body shifted, and that’s when he saw her. A young woman around his age was bouncing in from the locker room, surrounded by a small group of friends. Her laugh was so innocent, and yet, she was wearing a bikini, which contradicted that. She had a cute towel clutched underneath her armpit, and her eyes kept flitting around joyously. She adorned a soft smile.
It took Billy’s breath away. She had no idea what about her did so. He almost lost control of his body, wanting nothing more than to climb down and approach her.
But that wasn’t how Billy worked. He drew the women to him. Not the other way around. The only thing that he noticed as she set her stuff on a reclined chair with her pals was a chubby little boy who was running around the pavement in the corner of his eye.
That was just the distraction he needed. He reached for his whistle and blew. The entire pool became silent, eyes glued to Billy’s form. The only person he noticed, though, was her. Her doe eyes examining him. He lowered the whistle.
“Hey, lardo! Stop running!” he boomed.
After a moment of silence and watching the kid tremble out of embarrassment he blew the whistle again. The hustle and bustle of the pool ensued once more but immediately his eyes flitted back to the mysterious and attractive new woman. She was still stunned, watching Billy. He resisted a smug smirk.
Already, she was just where he wanted her.
And yet, the afternoon passed, just like that. And the next shift he had, the woman didn’t show. Billy wasn’t sure why he was so enamored with someone who’s name he didn’t know. But he was. And that made the difference. He even hooked up with some of his frequents, and yet, as he fucked the living daylight out of them, his thoughts automatically turned to the beautiful woman who had an even more beautiful laugh.
When Billy went to bed, he heard it. Singled out, despite how loud the pool had been that day. In his dreams, he saw her, frolicking in the water with her friends. At work, his head would turn in anticipation every time a woman walked through that door.
But it was never her. And Billy wasn’t sure why, but he was petrified that it would never be her again.
It was almost the end of summer. The mysterious woman, Billy had convinced himself, was nothing but a heat-of-the-summer hallucination. It made sense to him, because never had a single woman captivated him so much. Never had a laugh been so attractive to him.
He had but a few more shifts before the pool shut down. It saved the water bills since school was starting in a few weeks and the kids would stop coming.
Billy was glad for that. He didn’t like kids. He never had. They were just stupid little shitheads as far as he was concerned.
He was shaken from his thoughts when, all of a sudden he heard it. That same melodic laugh. His entire body swerved, and even when he realized he was looking right at that same woman who had captured him solely by existing, he was sure it was a hallucination.
It was the same routine as last time. She returned to the same beach chair with her friends. It was so robotic that he had a hard time understanding if she was even real. And, even when the same ‘lardo’ was running around the pool, he didn’t notice. He was too enamored by the woman.
And then, she jumped in the water. Some of her friends began giggling and laughing, nudging her in the water. Her cheeks flushed, and Billy couldn’t help but wonder what for. That was, at least, until a friend motioned Billy’s way. He seized up.
Why was he nervous? The woman’s eyes flickered over his direction before turning away, abashed. Billy was always so confident. And yet, he was so worried about what she thought of him. Did she think he was attractive? Creepy? Did she think anything at all about him?
The sunglasses slid down the rim of his nose, revealing his azure eyes. The woman’s gaze returned to Billy, but this time, she didn’t look away immediately. They maintained steady eye contact much to her friends’ joy. And to Billy’s. A smirk grew on his face and he sent a quick wink.
But that was enough for her to look away. Billy’s heart froze, and he replayed the moment in his head. Had he done something wrong? Was she just nervous? Did she even like him in the slightest?
The idea of her thinking lowly of him struck him with annoyance. Just the thought of her not reciprocating the tornado of attraction he felt for her made his head pound. His smirk faded, but he continued to watch as she swam and relaxed.
Occasionally, she’d glance back at him.
Unlike last time though, she and her friends stayed until closing time. They were just packing up their things as Billy blew the whistle, announcing that is was time to close. Those who were still there were panicking, but the woman and her friends were slow and carefree. She kept glancing his way, and Billy couldn’t help but wonder if this was his in.
He couldn’t stop himself as his feet trotted in her direction. All of her friends turned, and the beautiful woman was the last to do so, a blush rising to her cheeks. They watched and waited as he approached. Billy was on autopilot and his gaze never removed himself from her.
When he was but a few feet away, he stopped. The women erupted into giggles, all except her. Billy wished she would’ve. He gulped down the residual anxiety. He greeted,” Hey there, ladies. Have a good time?”
“Oh, yes,” one of the nameless friends answered. “Y/n here’s really been enjoying the view.”
Y/n. That was her name. Billy’s eyes flickered back to her, and the woman shrunk away in embarrassment, a small smile creeping to her face. The man felt accomplished. Such a gorgeous woman was as attractive to him as he was to her. Her friends giggled, but he tuned out all of their voices, eyes boring into Y/n.
Y/n was shy. That much was plain, and she knew it. In fact, the handsome lifeguard was the reason she hadn’t been around the pool. Last time, she swore she would’ve drowned herself just for him to save her if her friends hadn’t been taking up the majority of her attention.
“The feeling’s mutual,” Billy slurred, lips upturning.
His bare chest glistened from residual sunscreen as he crossed his arms, eyeing Y/n up and down with an almost predatory gaze. Her friends nudged her forward, and Y/n siloed slowly, her doe eyes meeting his. “A - and what’s your name?”
“Billy Hargrove… Maybe this is being a little too forward uh, but if you aren’t doing anything now, it would be my pleasure to take a pretty little thing like you, Y/n, out to dinner. Maybe Chinese, maybe Enzo’s…”
Billy tried to keep his cool but in all honesty, he didn’t know how he’d react if he was told no. However ,he’d never have to find out, because the gorgeous woman accepted instantly, her face flushed and her friends giggling like elementary school girls. In all honesty, when her and Billy went out that night, too, they hit it off.
And not in the sense that Billy always aimed for. Before he’d met Y/n L/n, he’d rather vomit than get to know a woman. He always tried to get in their pants as quickly as possible, cutting to the chase. It was always the same routine; flowery, gentlemanly compliments, maybe a ghosting brush of their thigh, mentioning how beautiful they were.
And from then on, they were putty in his hands. And Billy preferred it that way. At least until he found himself in a deep conversation with the woman. They were friendly and they had a new type of chemistry. Of course, the physical attraction was there. But, for the first time, Billy’s main focus was getting her to laugh.
Every word that left her mouth, Billy couldn’t help but memorize. Her favorite color. Her family members. The music she listened to. Every word that passed her lips, Billy wanted to hear.
And he never thought that his goals from just wanting a one-night-stand and a woman to bend to his every whim would change. And yet, by the end of that first date it had. Because never had his heart beat so erratically from a kiss on the cheek. And never had he let the word ‘girlfriend’ fall from his lips.
Y/n was head over heels for Billy Hargrove. Something about him was just too good to be true. He had the appearance of a god, from his soft curly hair to strong physique. He was a good conversationalist and frequently flowered her with compliments she often wondered if she deserved. He insisted on being the one to pay for dates and flourish her bedroom with personalized gifts.
She had no complaints. And, as weeks passed, they became months. Billy was the perfect boyfriend. The only issues, though, became more and more prominent as time passed. The focus was always her. And there was always something off and disingenuous about his behavior. It was like he was restraining himself solely to fit her expectations. Plus she barely knew anything about his home life, his family, his previous relationships. All she knew was that he did have a house somewhere in Hawkins.
And, despite how he climbed through her dorm or apartment window every night she’d never been there. He knew he had a sister, but she’d never met her. She knew so many things, but even though Billy had already met the parents upon his request, she wasn’t allowed to meet his.
That is, until one day, he agreed.
“Yeah, sure, princess. Uh, I’ll just let my mom know and she can whip up some sort of dinner.”
Y/n released an overjoyed gasp, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and bringing him into a warm hug. Unbeknownst to her, Billy’s heart beat erratically in his chest, even after all this time. However, it wasn’t just from being touched by her. It was from nervousness.
The entire time, he’d been putting up a facade. As much as he tried he knew that it was only her that received special treatment. As far as he cared, everyone else in his life was total shit and wasn’t worthy. But Y/n wouldn’t agree with that notion and he knew that. And, if Max was home, he knew he’d have to threaten her to keep quiet about his habits. To convince his girlfriend that he as just as angelic to everyone else.
To Y/n he wasn’t a player. He wasn’t a sex addict. He wasn’t an alcoholic. He wasn’t abusive.
But to everyone else, that’s exactly what he was.
When he came home with the news ,his mom as ecstatic. She took the evening off work just to meet her. Max was just as surprised, almost angry. She thought he was bullshitting. So, Billy made sure to buy her silence. ‘Buy’ as in threaten to crack her skateboard in half if she mentioned anything about how shitty of a guy he was. Max said she couldn’t care less about his personal life, and that was the end of that.
Billy pulled up to Y/n’s building just as she was walking dow the sidewalk toward him. She wore a light dress, something that Billy hoped to tear off later tonight in his bedroom. She had the irreplaceable bounce in her step that was even more attractive, and her expression was so carefree.
Just by seeing her, it was like all the weight of his past slid down his back.
They arrived at his house. Y/n was caught off guard by the fact that it was some shitty trailer. She didn’t mind, but she couldn’t help but feel bad that, even though he lacked in finances, he spent so much money on her. She sent him a reassuring grin and into the house they went.
Y/n heard clamoring from the kitchen. She was quick to check it out, not even taking off her shoes. Standing there, with a pot spilled on the floor, was the mother. She seemed agitated, but the moment she heard people walking in, she seized up in horror.
From behind the woman, Billy’s glare was boring into her. His fists clenched. He couldn’t control himself. “God, woman, you can’t do anything right.”
Y/n blanked in that moment. She’d never heard his voice so deep and cruel almost as though he got off to watching his loved ones fail. Y/n had never seen him even slightly angry, either. The mom apologized profusely, but Y/n went to her side.
“Billy! How could you say that?” Y/n scolded. “It’s nothing. Uh, I’m Y/n L/n! His girlfriend. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”
The mother was caught off guard by her sincerity. Her kindness scared the woman. She couldn’t help but wonder if Billy was treating her right, but from how restrained he was - yes, not screaming at the top of his lungs was considered restraint -, he worried he’d trapped her into thinking he was a good man.
Yes, Billy was her son. She loved him unconditionally. But it didn’t take much to put two and two together to realize he was a stark replica of the man she married.
Because of the mishap, dinner didn’t start until seven. Billy was primarily dead silent while the two women chattered and got to know each other. The more mom learned about Y/n, the more she saw herself in her. And the more she realized it was like Billy copy and pasted her relationship with her ex-husband. It was only a matter of time before things went down the drain.
“…I’m actually studying —“
Y/n was interrupted by the slamming of the front door. In came a teenage girl, no more than sixteen. She had bright red hair and a few scratches on her cheeks. She wore rather ripped up clothes, but judging from the skateboard tucked under her armpit, all the bruises and scratches meant that she’d stumbled and fallen off.
“Max, dear, I’m so glad you made it back in time!” mom chirped almost in relief. “Why don’t you join us?”
Max, while kicking off her shoes, didn’t make any eye contact. “No thanks.”
Y/n’s brows furrowed, and Billy noticed. Y/n also noticed how stiff the household was. How, even if the mother was a doll and Max was too young, the house had a lingering stench of beer. How tense the family was, and it was seemingly because of Billy’s presence. She was starting to wonder if Billy Hargrove really was too good to be true.
Billy clasped his hands together and a smile that almost looked like a sneer stretched across his cheeks. “Max, I’d like it if you met my girlfriend. It would mean a lot if you, my cute little sister, got along with this sweet gem of mine, huh?”
Max seized up, and Y/n could see that she didn’t want to be here. Suspicion wracked her body and she didn’t want to, but she was starting to put two and two together. Neither his mother or his sister enjoyed Billy’s presence, and that worried her to no end. She was growing nervous with each awkward glance they sent the man.
“Uh, sure,” Max reluctantly agreed. There was a deafening silence that fell over as Max sat down at the table, casting her gaze away to her plate and nothing else. And that’s when Y/n noticed. From beside her, Billy was glaring venomously into both Max and his mother. And both were trembling. Not wildly, but enough that it was so very noticeable.
“U - um, it’s nice to meet you, Max. Billy, here, barely tells me anything. I hope we can become friends,” Y/n kindly offered, sending her a strained smile.
Max looked up, a sympathetic smile bracing her face. Y/n’s heart had yet to slow because there was something terrifying about the environment. No, not the environment, but about Billy. “Y - yeah… You know, uh, Billy’s never had a girlfriend before, so… it’s pretty surprising.”
“Oh! That surprises me, really,” Y/n tittered, glancing anxiously at the man. Billy sent her a quick grin, but there was something disingenuous about it. “He’s such a charmer, after all…”
“Thanks, babe,” Billy hummed, exchanging glances between his two family members. “I’m just that head over heels for ya, huh?”
Max suddenly snickered, and there was a fire in her eyes. “Are you kidding? You’ve got to be shitting me —“
“Max, please,” her mother pleaded, only to be cut off again.
Max, having seemingly lost her temper, rose to her feet and slammed her fists into the table. “No! This asshole’s pretty much brainwashed her into thinking he’s a good guy. Right, Billy? Y/n, I don’t know what you think he’s like, but he literally brings a chic over every weekend for a good time. He drinks like crazy. He’s a total dick —“
“You fucking bitch!” Billy roared, his entire expression morphing into a dangerous fury. One fist slammed into the table and the other snatched up his plate that was still covered in food and threw it at the young girl. Y/n couldn’t help but scream in horror, and Max was thrown into the wall behind her. The mother screamed in horror, falling back in her seat and rushing over the child.
Just like that, Y/n knew the truth about Billy Hargrove. He was too good to be true. He was an awful, terrible man, and Yn felt ashamed for falling for the facade. Chaos had opened up in the household, and everyone was horrified. Billy had lost his temper completely, revealing his true self to the woman he was in love with. But he was too angry to realize he fucked things up.
Max was bleeding and some shards of glass were poking from her skin. She was sobbing loudly while the mother was clutching her to her chest. Y/n pushed her seat away as Billy threw his chair back. Only as Y/n stood did Billy’s glare shift to her.
And that’s when he realized. His anger faded into vague regret, and he reached out to her. Y/n screamed again, although not as gut-wrenching as before. She tripped on her foot and fell to the ground. Billy stalked over to her and leaned down.
“Princess, this isn’t what you think it is,” he seethed, offering her a hand. “I just think we should head out —“
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Y/n shrieked, kicking him in the groin.
Billy yelped and ended up leaning back on the table clutching at his would. Just like that, all the anger returned, more fiery than before. Y/n stumbled to her feet and crawled over to the mother and daughter. Both of them were sobbing, almost as though they expected this would happen. Y/n felt terrible for not picking up on the signs sooner.
But Billy did a good job at hiding them, and Y/n knew it was hardly her fault Billy Hargrove was a terrible person. The mother, with wide eyes, turned to Y/n. She shakily cried,” Call the police. Please, dear! Max, my sweet baby s - she’s bleeding too much —“ She broke down into more sobs, and Y/n knew that was what was right.
“You pathetic whore,” Billy hissed. “You never give a shit, but now that there’s a nice little guest to impress, you give a shit? God, I never should’ve let you meet her. All of you are fucking ridiculous! Y/n get your ass off the floor. Right. Fucking. Now!”
She didn’t even get the chance to do anything. A screech escaped her lips as she was yanked up by her collar and dragged across the floor. Sobs escaped and she clawed at her neck and Billy’s rough, callous hands. She was pulled even further away, out into the hallway. Before she could try and writhe free, Billy suddenly threw her body into the wall.
Her neck and back were positioned awkwardly and before she could even adjust herself, a foot slammed into her stomach. A cry escaped her lips as Billy loomed over. She pawed at his foot, but it was hardly able to do much against the seething man.
She thought he’d hurt her more. And yet, as he towered over her small form, the anger seemed to fade and his expression became more and more distressed. His frown deepened and he looked so very hurt, even if he was the perpetrator. He began trembling and removed his foot, just long enough for Y/n to curl up into a ball on her side, bawling her eyes out.
Billy, realizing how badly he fucked everything up, collapsed on his knees beside her. “Fuck! Y/n, baby, princess. I’m so sorry. I - I didn’t mean to, I swear! It’s just a heat of the moment thing, and - and my family is just a bunch of fucking pussies who need to be put in their places —“
“Y - you’re a monster!” Y/n hiccuped, pushing Billy away limply.
Billy’s heart shattered into a hundred pieces on the spot. He peered over his shoulder, only to realize that Max’s bloody body had slumped onto the floor, barely visible, and his mother was nowhere in sight. He gulped, hearing his mother’s distant, pleading voice. Things had gone so terribly wrong. But, as he looked back at the traumatized love of his life, he bit the inside of his cheek.
He wasn’t going to let his family get in between him and Y/n. He just couldn’t. After such a horrible childhood, an unloved life, he couldn’t just her leave him. Billy knew he had to change, and he had. For her. Because Y/n was worthy of being treated like the royalty she was. She just didn’t understand that he wasn’t a bad guy. He loved her with ever fibre of his being.
“Fuck… Y/n, we need to go. Okay, babe? Th - these assholes keep trying to get between us. I won’t let them. We can move cross country for all I fucking care. I love you, princess, okay? We need to leave —“
Billy fell silent when he heard heard a quiet, pained squeak from Y/n. Billy instantly cupped her cheeks, shaking her head. She looked like was going to faint from fright at any moment, and her breaths were labored as his. He swiped her cheeks lovingly, eyes flitting over her entire body.
“I - I…”
“Yes, baby? It’s okay, everything’s okay. What is it?”
“I hate you.”
Billy’s brain blanked. He hadn’t been expecting that. One part of him was writhing in agony. He wanted to die right on the spot. But the other part of him, which completely overpowered anything sympathetic and understanding within him, was consumed with rage. His jaw clenched. His grip on her face became painfully so and only when Y/n released a yelp of pain, did he realize what he was doing.
He grit his teeth and stood abruptly. All he saw was red. It was his fucking sister’s fault. If she just kept her dirty whore mouth shut, he knew things had gone smoothly. Tonight would’ve been the night where Billy could’ve abandoned his own ways. He could’ve committed completely to Y/n, because she could’ve been - no, she was - his everything.
He just needed something a little extra to satiate his sexual whims. But, instead, things had gone so terribly wrong. It was his fucking family’s fault. He should’ve known it was a bad idea. But when Y/n keeps begging with those gorgeous doe eyes of her’s… he melted.
He turned. He could hear his mother screeching to the police on the phone, and he knew what he had to do. His shitty whore mother left him without any choices. He dashed across the trailer until he located his small bedroom. Y/n was confused as to what he was doing but she more than glad to be away from his presence.
She was scared. So very scared. The front door was right there and she could run for help. But she’d feel so terrible if she abandoned the family of two. Max was unconscious on the floor and she hoped it was because she just fainted from fright and not from the wounds. The house was a mess. However, she knew that at least the police were on their way.
She used the wall for support as she dragged herself off the ground. She wasn’t nearly as battered and bruised as the others, but the mental agony of it all was enough to make it hard to walk. She limped over to the kitchen, only to find the mother scouring the kitchen until she found a first aid kit. Y/n collapsed in front of the young girl and pulled her onto her lap, swiping the food-covered hair out of her face.
“Max,” Y/n whispered, barely audible. A few of her tears plopped onto the girl beneath her, and she wiped the away out of embarrassment.
The mother fell the ground beside her. She opened the kit and began grabbing cotton balls and dousing them with alcohol. Y/n watched warily, almost having forgotten that Billy existed in the first place. She couldn’t help but wonder if he made a run for his life, knowing he’d get arrested.
However, all that changed when she heard the cock of a gun. Y/n and her froze, eyes slowly drifting up.
Standing by the front door aggressively was Billy. He was completely unhinged with fury. He had his trembling hand on the trigger. His glare was deadly. And the gun in particular was pointed at his poor, lovely mother. His glare was solely remaining on her.
“Billy, please,” his mother choked. “Just drop —“
The gunshot echoed in the small household. Blood splattered and a bullet lodged into the woman’s head. A scream bubbled in Y/n’s throat but didn’t release. She could barely see and her ears echoed and rang loudly. Beside her, the woman collapsed her body hitting the leg of the table. The life drained instantly, leaving Y/n sat beside a corpse while an unconscious child was in her lap.
And she feared that she was next.
Suddenly, a harsh arm grabbed her shoulder. The scream finally escaped, and although she couldn’t see properly, she knew was was happening. Billy had grabbed her, violently so, and was pulling her across the floor once more. Y/n’s legs didn’t work. It was like her bod had shut down completely.
“Stand the fuck up, Y/n,” Billy hissed. “We’re leaving. Do you understand? We ned to go, okay? Cooperate or I’ll kill that bitch, too! So stand the fuck up!”
Y/n finally released a sob. She could barely see, but she forced herself to stand. Billy immediately caged her in his arms, and although once upon a time, the hug would’ve been warm and loving, the cold gun digging into her back was a sore reminder of the reality she was in. Y/n’s head fell into the crook of her neck, and she released sob sobs. Her entire body ached with pain.
Billy’s anger seemed to dissipate. The hand that held the gun reached for her hair trailed it down the back of her hair and some hushes released. “It’s okay, baby. You’re safe. We can be happy now. We don’t need anyone else. All you need is me, princess, and all I need is you, okay?”
“B - Billy, stop,” Y/n sobbed. “I hate you.”
“Oh, you don’t mean that, princess. Thing’s’ll be good for us now. I promise. Look at me.”
He pushed Y/n’s head away cupping her cheek. Her body was so limp. His azure eyes sparkled in joy as he looked over the woman, his heart beating happily. He still gripped the gun tightly and it pressed against the side of her head. There was a sleazy smirk that pulled against his features that Y/n once would’ve called handsome.
But, as everyone knows, the devil is a gentleman. And Y/n was certain she was staring at him right in the face.
Billy was quick to drizzle butterfly kissed along her jaw. It was soft, and yet there was an unbridled passion laying hidden beneath the surface. Y/n shut her eyes tightly, wishing nothing but for everything to stop. She hurt so badly. It all did.
And then, his actions ceased. In the distance, sirens played. Billy heard them. And, as he pulled away and examined Y/n’s expression, the reality of the situation snuck in. He was either dead or fucked. The police were there. And he couldn’t make his escape if Y/n would be so unwilling to leave with him.
She hated him.
But he loved her with every fibre of his being.
“I love you,” he muttered genuinely.
Billy nuzzled his nose against her one last time before pressing a kiss to her lips. It was urgent. Needy. And Y/n realized it was his way of saying good-bye. Perhaps he would leave her and run. Or perhaps he would kill her. Or perhaps…
The sirens were right outside. Billy pulled away. The moment he took a step back, Y/n’s legs became jelly and she crumbled to the ground. However, she didn’t pass out. She watched adamantly, vision clearing just enough to watch Billy’s panicked movements.
Billy looked so stern and serious. He was resigning himself to what would happen if he lived. Or not. And, as he cocked the gun again, he but glanced at the love of his life.
Shakily, he raised the gun to the side of his head.
It hurt him. She looked so broken and sad. And yet, so beautiful. He was certain he was in love with her the moment he first laid eyes on her. How could he not? Her doe eyes, crying or not, were stunning. So was her quiet giggles. So was the way she nuzzled against him when they cuddled each night. She was the vision of perfection. An angel.
And he was just some shitbag that was living in an undeserved paradise.
The guilt hit him all at once. He watched, though, as Y/n reached limply in his direction. However, she hardly tried. There was banging sounding from the front door, and people were shouting. It was about to burst down. And it was Billy’s last chance to do what was right.
At least he could die happy, looking at the most perfect woman in the world.
And, as the front door burst down, he pulled the trigger.
