chrissy & steve: somehow it feels like we've sabotaged ourselves

romance is alive and well 🐝

Donation request from @magniloquent-raven based on their fic A Symphothy Played Just For Me

it's just one of those days for billy

It's Billy's Song, I don't make the Rules

tw: Flashing Lights, Steve being down bad.

It’s the 2 year anniversary of my most liked fic on AO3! 🥹 Harringrove and Scoops Troop and a Cherry on Top, you’ll always be famous! LMAO!

the way in which billy was created specifically to be steves narrative foil.... thats homosexualism

hi love you guys do me a favor. big big big BIG breath in right now all the way all the way breathe in feel your belly expanding hold hold hold.. hold.. now everything out like ur a deflating balloon. whoosh. whooooooooosh. imagine water streaming from the top of your head down your shoulders off the ends of your fingertips and toes. u are a reed in a river a beam of pure light a steady anvil solid and heavy. ok that was all thank u

The visual of Billy prowling through the Upside Down with tamed Demodogs by his side, surviving on spite and rage alone HAS MY HEART

I can’t stop thinking about the idea of him running into Steve and the lot, saving him from the Demobats. Maybe I’ll draw that one day, but for now here is this :’)

This how I cope post-ST4

Steve: Maybe you need a like volunteer then? T-to check them out?

Seven hours. Seven more hours and Billy would have escaped scot-free. At 5am, Steve was due to arrive at Billy’s bedroom window, help him silently transfer all his worldly possessions to the Camaro, drive back to Steve’s and add his belongings, and they’d be off to California. He’d never have to see Neil again if he so chose. And he certainly wouldn’t choose.

Things have a funny way of not working out for Billy though. Seven hours away from freedom and Neil has him pinned against his bedroom wall, Billy’s savings and a note from Steve in his fist. It isn’t even anything scandalous, just a little doodle of the Camaro driving into the sun, with the words Can’t wait to break free underneath. Steve had slipped it into his hand when he dropped Billy off after a date two nights before.

Billy had stowed it in a little box under the passenger seat of his car where he kept his savings. He didn’t dare leave things like that in the house for fear that Neil would find them, find him out, but even careful as he was, he was still pressed against his bedroom wall, Neil using words and knuckles in equal measure to try to assure that Billy would never break free.

As if thieving every dollar Billy has to his name before tearing him down to nothing wasn’t enough, five hours from freedom, Billy wakes up on his bedroom floor caked in his own blood to find his keys but no car in the driveway, no escape route, no hope.

No hope except one. The one ray of light left. So three hours away from freedom, he’s leaning against the side of a phone booth, blood smearing all over it, waiting for that ray of light to appear in the dark. He wonders if anyone will question what happened, or if they’ll just shrug and move on, easier to forget than think about what horror may have occurred here.

Suddenly 2am isn’t three hours away from freedom. It’s headlights blinding him as they approach in the dead of night. It’s Steve helping him up and into the Beemer, fussing over his bruises, kissing his knuckles, crusted with dried blood from the one good hit he got in. It’s worrying his split lip between his teeth, tasting the fresh copper seeping onto his tongue. It’s Steve driving past the now leaving Hawkins sign hours earlier than planned, a different mood filling the car than the celebratory one they’d anticipated when they’d hatched this scheme.

His escape may not be what he imagined, but it’s an escape nonetheless. His whole world is in the drivers seat next to him, hand gripping his own. He lets out a cry, of pain, of madness, of giddiness, he’s not sure. It surprises even him as it rises out the window into the early morning air. He’s free.

Welcome to Hawkins

We're a new Stranger Things Discord server where you can talk about your favorite characters and ships in a chill and friendly environment. Run by myself and @californiaboytoybilly. We recently had to leave a few Discord servers and were mourning the loss of having a space to discuss our favorite ships and characters with other people.

Some features our server offers: 🩷 Secure verification process to keep the server protected 🩷 Individual forum channels for characters and ships 🩷 Voice channels for chatting and gaming 🩷 Opt-in NSFW and Dead Dove channels 🩷 Fun pink theme just for shits and giggles 🩷 A bunch more I'm probably forgetting

People that we know and trust will bypass the verification process, because the verification questions are more for people we aren't already comfortable with.

Also, don't join if you're anti-Billy or anti-ship. You won't have a fun time.

Tagging a few blogs we know for visibility @shieldofiron @half-oz-eddie @lorifragolina @dirtbagdefender @whataboutthefish

Server Link

Added color to this one. It comes right after that animation :)

Fuck It, Steve Harrington’s Hairy Chest Fancam

I have a vision, ok?

i love making everything about romance but i also love making everything about horror