Dacre ‘Bean’ Montgomery
❤😜❤ LOL.
Does anyone know how I could meet Dacre Montgomery and get him to fall in love with me…asking for a friend.
39 your parents are coming & 40 it’s too late for that billy Hargrove !!!! Pls!💗💗
39. “Your parents are coming.” 40. “It’s too late for that.”
P.s this is my first time writing Billy and I loved it, please send some more in!!
You could easily describe Billy’s behaviour using one word; frantic. Which wasn’t something that you weren’t used to but this frantic was different. This frantic moment was caused by the simple fact of your parents coming over for dinner. Ever since your parents confirmed on the dinner, Billy lost his cool and charm that he always possesses, and began to panic.
Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Reader Words: 3,798 Warnings: Language, agnst Song Inspiration: Travelin’ Soldier by Dixie Chicks Summary: Billy is heading into the army and you agreed to penpals which inevitably leads to falling in love. A/N: This is by far the longest fic I’ve ever written but I really like it. I would really appreciate your feedback on this one, I spent a lot of time writing it and would love to know your thoughts. Also, I’m sorry for any mistakes, it’s currently 2:19am and I’m about to pass out, I’ll probably go through and re-edit tomorrow.
As the door opens for the hundredth time that evening, the bell sends a piercing chime over the loud conversations customers held amongst themselves. Your eyes twitch ever-so-slightly at the obnoxious noise. One would think you’ve gotten used to it by now since you’ve spent most of your high school career within these four walls serving strangers. But that damn bell makes your ears want to bleed.
A curly haired boy dressed in army green saunters towards the closest vacant booth, plopping down without a glance at the strangers surrounding him. Jessica quickly grabs your wrist, pulling your eyes away from the handsome customer, “Please, do me a big favor and take table ten. I haven’t had a break in five hours,” She begs. Normally, you would’ve complained, but when your eyes land on her forfeited table, you see the man reorganizing sugar packets out of pure boredom.
Without saying a word to Jessica you straighten the small blue bow wrapped around your ponytail before tucking a menu under your arm and marching towards his table. “Good evening,” You gently place the menu in front of him as his head slowly turns to look at you. He remains silent, watching you pull a notepad and pen from your apron pocket, “I’m Y/N, I’ll be your waitress tonight,” You offer him a small smile as your script came out smoothly, “Can I start you with anything to drink? Coffee, tea, lemonade, we have Coke products,” You list off his drinking options as he clears his throat.
“Coffee, please. Black.” His gaze drops from yours, suddenly very interested in the menu before him.
“Would you like any creamer on the side?” You know the questions are annoying, but you hated being yelled at by angry customers when they weren’t happy with their meals.
“Black is just fine,” He mumbles, almost too quiet for you to hear.
“Coming right up,” You shove the notepad back into its rightful place, not bothering to scribble down the simple drink order. You can’t even walk four steps before he calls after you.
“Miss?” It was almost too quiet to pick up with all the noise surrounding you, but his quiet words still brought you to a halt.
“Yes, sir?” You question, standing beside the booth once again.
“Would you mind sitting down and talking to me? I’ve been feeling pretty low lately, it’d be nice to just talk to someone for once,” He rambles, light pink blooms on his cheek. He can’t even look at you, instead, he finds comfort at the crows perched outside the window. You never knew what those cliche butterflies felt like until that moment, you turn quickly to look at the clock, the second hand slowly making its way around the circle.
“I’m off in an hour,” You beam, “If you’re willing to wait that long.” A stretches across his face at your proposal.
{that’s the sound of panties dropping}
me when ms.wheeler and billy were flirting
idk if it’s been done yet but…
Steve punched first and asked question later, pulling away from Billy, “how did you get into my house?!” Steve growled.
“how do you think Harrington?” Billy laughed, wiping the blood from his nose, “Y/N said you’d be out all night.”
Steve stormed into the living room where you were looking at movies to watch, you looked up and your eyes widened, you opened your mouth but Steve held up a hand, “dont even try Y/N. what’s Billy doing here?”
“we’re going to watch a movie.” you said, but it sounded more like a question than a statement.
“no, you’re not. he’s leaving.” Steve stated.
“no im not.” Billy said.
Steve turned to Billy and you jumped up to get between them, “Steve stop!”
“i am not letting this happen Y/N. you are not dating Billy fucking Hargrove.”
Pretty accurate.😂❤
A/N: I read a piece of writing the other day that this piece is loosely inspired around and I can’t for the life of me find it or remember who wrote it so if you’re reading this and you think it’s kinda the same idea as your own then you helped inspire me to write this and I hope you enjoy it!!
BRUISES
Pairing: Billy & Reader
Word Count: 2.9k approx.
Warning: Swearing, angst, panic attack, read with caution
Summary: Things between you and Billy get too much and you don’t know if it’s tipped your relationship over the edge.
“Y/N please. Just talk to me.” Billy was getting so frustrated now, and the fact that you were refusing to answer him, to tell him what was wrong was making him mad. His teeth were gritted together, his eyes narrowing and his fists clenching and unclenching as you just stood there, your arms wrapped around yourself and your eyes only on the ground.
But there stood the problem; his anger, that’s where this situation stemmed from. Billy just didn’t realise it.
And as you stood there, your eyes drooping from tiredness at staying up at night thinking about him, Billy growled in annoyance. “For fuck’s sake, Y/N. Stop acting like you’re a fucking mute and tell me what’s wrong. I’m not a fucking mind reader.” He spat, and you could feel his dark glare on you.
Sure you and Billy fought, and sure the arguments could get pretty heated but they were always followed by soft apologies and gentle love. Billy had come a long way from where he had been a year ago. He was learning to keep better control of his anger, or at least to not lash out so much, but the both of you knew he still had a fair bit to go. But what Billy didn’t realise was that he had ruined all progress the night prior, and he didn’t even remember.
dacre on mtv’s insta story
❤😍Always reblog!!!!😍❤
You always had your doubts when it came to Billy and you hoped none of them were true.
Billy’s… well, Billy. And it’s very frustrating.
Things between you and Billy get too much and you don’t think you can be with him any more.
Pretty much just really dirty sex in the backseat of Billy’s Camaro.
*sigh* I wanna go to festivals and smoke cigars with him😩
“Cigar” 😭
this interview is my actual favourite ahhh he looks so adorable
