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suspiciouslackofclowns · 1 year

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It’s become something of a monthly tradition for Billy and Steve to go to the movies. They take turns picking at random, sometimes laughing and silently making fun of the film with each other, sometimes finding a true gem that they plan on buying on tape later on. Always holding hands and sharing snacks no matter what.

It’s 1988, late November, and they’re bundled up in sweaters and enough layers to stave off the bite in the air, but Billy still shivers when they climb out of the car.

His brows are pinched together as he takes hold of Holly’s hand when they cross the street. Like the action is forced.

Steve was a little surprised when Karen of all people decided to call last minute and ask them to babysit — logically it makes sense, with Nancy off at college and Mike keeping himself out of the house, to ask Billy and Steve for a favor. They have a tendency for collecting strays, probably worse than Hopper.

Still, Steve recalls the face that Billy made when he picked up the phone and heard Karen’s voice.

That look of abject terror. Discomfort. Hurt.

Of course, despite everything, he still said yes. Never mind that they had a date night planned for this evening, or that their house wasn’t presentable for guests. Steve spent a good half hour tidying things up before they headed over to the Wheeler’s and spent the entire drive trying to help Billy relax his grip on the wheel.

When Holly finally slid into the back seat with her unicorn backpack and hair up in pigtails, Billy seemed to relax a little.

At least, he did when they actually pulled out of the driveway.

Now they’re standing out front of the theater, browsing the various posters. Billy points at one in particular that makes Steve’s nose wrinkle.

“No, we aren’t watching that.”

“Why not? It’s got a doll on the cover.”

“Bill.”

The blond smiles and raises his free hand in mock surrender before he glances down at Holly, who releases his hand in favor of walking up to another movie poster for a closer look.

She doesn’t say anything. Just admires the artwork, and Billy and Steve share a glance before they approach the ticket booth.

“Three tickets for the dinosaur movie, please.”

They’ve never gone to see a cartoon before, but Steve supposes that there’s a first time for everything. They get their snacks and make their way towards their theater, passing more posters along the way.

It seems cute. Steve’s always liked dinosaurs.

“I bet it’s gonna be some shit about learning the alphabet or something,” Billy whispers, and Steve chuckles and elbows him.

And he could not have been more wrong.

They’re decently entertained in the beginning, sharing glances over the top of Holly’s head every now and again. About half an hour into the film, Steve isn’t smiling anymore.

He kind of freezes in his seat. Thinks uh oh before he even gets the chance to look over at his partner.

And, yeah, Steve’s getting a little bleary eyed, but Billy’s face is streaming with tears. He has a hand clasped over his mouth, eyes wide. Completely unaware that the darkness in the theater isn’t enough to shield him from view.

Steve wants to go around to the other seat and lift up the armrest between them. Snuggle into his side like they usually do. Hell, he kind of wants to just grab him and go, because this was supposed to be fun.

Before he settles on a decision, Holly looks up at Billy and instantly scoots closer to his seat. Wraps her little arms around his bicep and leans against him without so much as a blink. It works to calm him down enough that he doesn’t look horrified anymore — really, Steve’s just surprised that he doesn’t shove her away afterwards.

He hates it when people see him cry.

The three of them stay seated, no longer hesitant about finishing the movie. Every time Steve glances over at his partner, he seems utterly serious about paying attention to the plot. Sure, he giggles when something silly happens on the screen, but he always defaults back to pinching his eyebrows together in concentration.

There are a few points in the movie that have Steve’s eyes watering again, but none so much as the end. And he knows that if he’s a little distraught, Billy’s a fucking wreck.

When the lights come on and they exit the theater, Holly dumps her empty soda cup in the trash and makes a direct line for the restroom, her two adult chaperones left waiting outside with puffy eyes and red noses.

Steve leans his back against the wall and pats Billy’s shoulder after a moment.

“You alright, bud?”

The blond nods. Shoves his hands into his pockets and sniffles, keeping his gaze trained on his boots.

“I liked it.”

“You did?” Steve almost laughs when he says it, but manages to keep it down when Billy casts a half-hearted glare at him. “Who was your favorite character?”

Billy contemplates briefly before he shrugs.

“I liked Ducky.”

“Really? I totally thought you’d like Cera.”

Billy really does glare at him then and Steve snorts.

“Fuck Cera. She was a stubborn asshole and she left Petrie to die in the tar pit, for Christ’s sake, dude.”

Steve softens his smile a bit. Smooths his hand from Billy’s shoulder to his back and rubs a circle right between his shoulder blades.

“Don’t be so hard on Cera. She just wasn’t good at making friends, but that wasn’t her fault, y’know? Doesn’t make her a bad person.”

It takes a moment for his words to sink in, but when they do, Billy sighs. He shifts his weight on his feet, leaning ever so slightly closer to Steve.

“Which one was your favorite?” he asks.

“Hmm… I think I’m gonna have to go with Spike.”

Billy huffs a laugh.

“Why Spike?”

“I dunno, he’s a funky little guy. He just walks around and eats plants and hangs out. Doesn’t get better than that.” Steve grins when Billy gives him a look. “Why do you like Ducky?”

That makes Billy burn red. He crosses his arms and looks away.

“It’s stupid.”

“Aw, honey, I’m sure it isn’t,” Steve coos.

He tilts his head to the side to get a better view of his lover’s face. Billy remains quiet for a beat before he heaves another sigh.

“She’s like the whole reason that any of them became friends, y’know? She’s the glue that holds them together. Without her, none of them would’ve made it to the Great Valley.” His voice is soft when he speaks, but he lowers it even more when he adds, “She reminds me of you.”

And, god, if Steve hadn’t already cried multiple times tonight, he’d be burning up and absolutely bawling right now. He clears his throat and tries to keep composed when Holly exits the bathroom.

The three of them take their leave. She holds Billy’s hand when they cross the street again, and when they’re all piled into the car, he seems a bit more at ease. Like the tears have reached the end of their flow for the evening.

Steve, on the other hand, is biting his lip to keep it from quivering as he stares out the window. It doesn’t take long for Billy’s hand to reach over the center console and find Steve’s, fingers interlocked despite the presence in the back seat.

They have a feeling that Holly isn’t going to be telling anyone anyway.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #holly wheeler #they’re babysitters hehe #I’m thinking that Holly is maybe six or seven?#childs play reference #the land before time reference #idk if I wanted this to imply that Billy’s mom passed away or if she just left #an alternate fic to this is having him hate Littlefoot’s mom for abandoning him #and Steve having to comfort billy and telling him that it wasn’t anyone’s fault that she died #but #I wound up liking the Billy & Cera parallel more this time around #ficlet #my writing

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growup-thatbeautiful · 3 years

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drive is out now!! It’s a Post Season Harringrove Hurt/Comfort and I’m pretty proud of it. Read it on ao3 here or below the cut. Likes and comments are very very much appreciated :))

Billy doesn’t drive after starcourt. Something about being behind the wheel makes him sick with memories that he can’t understand. They’re abstract and totally unreliable.

But it’s kind of always been like that for him. He's used to having gaps in his memories, except most of the time it’s because of trauma. Or that’s what Joyce tells him and the rest of them whenever they have nightmares about things they don’t remember happening.

He's been living with the Byers and El. He tries to be useful around the house, doing whatever he can because he really doesn’t have anywhere else to go. It’s hard, though. It seems like everything he does, he does wrong. He never had to learn how to fold sheets or clean dishes. Not only was neil hargrove terribly homophobic, but also misogynistic, which is a word joyce taught him because she teaches all her kids that stuff. And he’s one of her kids now. So, yeah. Neil never had Billy do the chores because “he’s not a true man, but he sure as shit isn’t a woman.”

It's alarming how quickly this odd family replaces his old one. Neil seems miles away. Neil doesn’t try to look for Billy, and that’s fine as far as Billy's concerned. He's got scars to cover up the ones Neil made. no need to dwell on that when he has so much other trauma to process., right? Kind of.

He does check up on max. Asks her if neils pulling any of the shit he used to get from his dad. double checks for bruises hidden under makeup or long sleeves, and never finds any. Good.

Joyce is good. great, even. She doesn’t blame him when he breaks a dish because he heard a noise. She listens when he says he needs some alone time, and she knows when he’s just saying that. She gives good hugs and has no problem giving him Jonathan's old room to stay in while he’s off at college. leaving Hawkins behind him, calling every night anxiously awaiting the return of It. Nothing happens, and eventually they relax. Or they try to. That part of billy’s been broken for a long time, though.

So Joyce starts fading into memories of his mom, and he tries not to blame her.

Again. He's never had a great memory anyway. He does remember his mom telling him that boys don’t marry other boys when he was five and told her he wanted to marry his best friend. Then she told him never to tell his dad. It's strange, because he can’t remember her saying that she loved him, even though he’s sure she did. Did she? Huh.

At least the painful memories he gets to keep. Neil beating’s. Beating up on Harrington that night he didn’t know what was going on. The car crash before his mind was taken from him. Max’s terrible scream of “Billy” mixed in with the ear-ringing pain. Waking up in a hospital with starburst scars across his body. Skin that isn’t his. They remind him not to get to comfortable, remind him that the kindness he’s being shown isn’t well earned.

Because Billy knows he wasn’t worth those hospital bills and sleepless nights. All he’s done to the people here is hurt and scar and he’s seen them with the deepest kind of fear in their eyes. Fear because of him.

Everytime he goes down a path like this, he tries to stay clear of everyone. Because. They all tried to hide how much hurt he’s caused. They don’t blame him like they should.

He didn’t know any of them well before. But he knows El didn’t always carry around that police badge or look up at every siren, praying for a familiar face only to be disappointed and try not to show it. Because if Billy survived, couldn’t the more-deserving Hopper? Apparently not.

He knows Joyce didn’t always search for Will in every setting and have those folded up pictures of the two men that died because of all the shitty things that happened. Because she can’t stand to forget their faces or not carry that burden for just a second.

Will didn’t always get quiet every time a draft went through the room or refuse to go out that front door first. Because so many things have been ruined for him.

The rest of the kids didn’t always jump at every noise or bunch together for every corner, carrying lucky momentous and items. Because God forbid they have a break.

He doesn’t see them a lot, but Nancy and Jonathan definitely didn’t carry around an emergency kit everywhere they went, packed with medical supplies and Nancy’s choice gun. Because they’re going to be there to help if anything tries to take another person they loves away.

Some part of Billy reasons that it’s not all his fault. He wasn’t one of those scientists or government agents that started the whole thing.

But he did enough. Enough to warrant all the shit that he’s going through. It’s not the healthiest way of thinking, he’s aware of that, but it helps him get by.

No matter how hard he tries, though, there’s always someone at the house that finds him. Curled up into a ball, dry hitching sobs and no tears because “Hargrove men don’t cry.” Billy gets damn close sometimes, but the fear that Neil’s going to come out from the cracks in the wall and kick him where he lays is too real.

There are usually soft words.

“We don’t blame your here, honey. That wasn’t you, that did all that stuff. And I’m not going to let anything else bad happen to the people under this roof.” Joyce’s strong and sure voice, only breaking at the edges.

“I know what it’s like to have him control you like that. I know better than anyone else, and I know how scary it is. Mom says it’s over now, though, and I can’t feel It anymore. I would tell you first if It came back.” Will never says anything more than that, which is comforting in itself. It’s nice to have someone else.

“They lost. You’re here. I’m here. Will’s here. It is safe.” El’s statement is simple, but she makes it easy to believe.

He believes them until he gets another new memory of what he did. The Mayors blood on the floor. Heather’s petrified screams. Standing before that thing and feeling nothing but a perverse sense of but awe and, buried beneath that, a screaming sense of horror and the constant feeling of slipping in the sand.

There are times, like right now, when he doesn’t want someone to make him feel better. He wants someone who can drive him away from here and sit in an empty parking lot and smoke away the thoughts. Someone like Steve.

He would do it himself. He would. But he can’t. Can’t get over that fucking gas pedal. So he calls Steve.

They’ve done this enough times for it to make sense for Billy to have Steve’s number memorized. And his work schedule. And to know when he with Dustin or Robin or any of the others on one of those group outings Billy can’t bring himself to go to. There are too many sad faces, too many broken homes.

It doesn’t matter what he wears. It’s just Steve, and they’ve gotten past the point of caring about things like that.

Which. Is obvious to anyone who looks at Billy, not that he sees anyone. He’s lost a lot of weight. Muscles that used to be defined are gone, replaced by scars. He can’t get them back yet, because he’s not strong enough to lift any of them. And because muscles like that can hurt and hit. His eyes are surrounded by heavy bags, bloodshot and tired. The new callouses on his hands are mostly scars from anxiety ridden breakages, and the pained nails are because El wanted to try the new dark blue out. His hair is greasy and flat, nowhere near what it used to be. It hangs around his shoulders in curled waves, so far from where he used to be.

He doesn’t even try to smile to the sad reflection in the mirror.

Steve doesn’t honk when he arrives. The first time he did that and the noise sent Billy spiraling, and Steve had felt terrible, cussing up a storm that actually helped Billy out of it. Luckily, it was just Billy home and no one else was there to witness they’re collective train wreck.

Before he leaves, Billy grabs something from the bathroom and stuffs it in with the rest of the random shit he brings.

Billy slides into the passenger seat, leans his head back against the headrest, and says, “So, Harrington, how you been?”

Steve, mercifully, looks the same as always. He looks good, the asshole. It’s a relief that he’s still able to feel that fire Steve lights up. Different than all the other King’s from California. A few more scars, but they all have that. His shades are pushed through his hair, brown strands flopping over lazily.

“Same as usual, so fairly shitty and on the brink of breakdown. You?” It would be a normal conversation if Steve wasn’t completely serious, corners of his mouth only ticking up when Billy reaches over and bats at the band-aid charm hanging from the mirror. A joke from Billy to say sorry for, you know, almost beating him to death for no real reason.

“Oh, you know.” He doesn’t need to say more for Steve to get the idea. It’s the same way they’ve been feeling for months now.

“Yeah.” The car ride over isn’t far from the Byers’ house, and they spend it in almost silence. Some pop station is playing low on the radio.

“This the shit you listen to, pretty boy? I expected more than this.” It’s an attempt at normalcy, something that they’ve slowly been working up to.

“At least I don’t blast out my eardrums every time I want to listen to music,” replies Steve quickly, smile evident in his tone.

And it’s normal. It’s them. The way they were before it all got so messy. For that brief moment, there’s no winter night or july 4th. For a brief moment Billy can entertain a reality where he went to the find Steve instead of a fight. A world where Steve, with those pretty eyes and snap remarks, could hold his hand and stop him from doing all the bad things in the future.

But the moment passes. Steve clears his throat and looks forward at the road.

They arrive to the quarry, water at the bottom glinting, tossing, teasing. The car doors slam shut, and they slide up on to the front of the car. Billy pulls his last minute grab out of the bag and hands it to Steve.

“I want you to cut my hair.” Steve takes the scissors and towel in his hand, looking at Billy.

He doesn’t ask if Billy’s sure. Billy figures that Steve knows at this point he wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t real. If Billy wasn’t sure. Steve cards a hand through Billy’s hair. It feels. Good. Real good.

Steve starts cutting, and Billy winces at the sound of the scissors closing around his hair. His past.

“I like to think it isn’t just part of me.” The comment comes out of nowhere, surprising Billy more than it surprises Steve.

“What?” Steve’s voice is calm, the sniping of the scissors is methodical.

“The anger. The aggression. The tendency to hurt. I like to think it’s not in my nature, but my nurture.”

“I don’t think you’re violent.” It’s a laughable statement.

“You’re joking. Did you forget most of last year? I’m the one with the bad memory here, Harrington.” Billy can practically hear Steve’s disapproving mother’s frown behind him.

“That wasn’t you.”

“Right, sure, whatever, bullshit. But what about…you know. Last winter.”

“What happened before that?” asks Steve patiently.

“Jesus, you’re worse than Joyce. My dad sent me after Max. Found her at Byers’ place with you. Hurt you a whole fucking lot.”

“Is that all he did? He just told you to go after her?” Billy ignores the way his stomach does flips when Steve runs a hand through Billy’s hair, straightening it out.

“So you’re my fuckin’ therapist now? What do you want me to say? He kissed my head and sent my on my merry way? That’s now how he works. I’ll admit, I was saved by his new wifey. He can’t use me as a punching bag when she’s standing right there, not like he did with mom. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Nothing worse than what you’ve done to me. And the insults weren’t too bad either. He forgot to call me a fag.”

“Oh. Shit, Billy, I-“

“It’s fine,” cuts in Billy, hating the pity in Steve’s voice. He’s not the one who should have it.

“You didn’t deserve that.” This time it does make Billy laugh. It’s a hollow and haunting sound, an echo of his charming boyish laugh.

“Sure I did, dipshit. You’re probably one of the people who knows best why I did, in fact, deserve it.”

“So then I’m the best person. to tell you that you aren’t that person. You haven’t been that person since you left him and all of that shit. Let me ask you something. Do you want to hurt people now?”

“No!” Billy startles himself with his sudden enthusiasm, and Steve jumps a little behind him. Steve is quicker to recover, though, and he runs a hand through the hair he hasn’t cut yet. It’s soothing. Billy barely resists the urge to lean into it. Ask for more.

“Did you ever want to hurt people? Like really, truly want to see them hurt?” Billy has to think about the question. Steve deserves an real answer.

Flashes fly through his mind, bringing on too familiar emotions. Anger, a need to make someone, anyone, feel the way that he’s feeling. Fear that not having this power over people would make him weak. Horror at what he’s about to do. Detachment, painful as he grinned and laughed.

“I just wanted to have control. Take some of the hurt I was feeling and give it to other people. It was a rush that I was addicted to. The thrill of the fight, the feel of flesh against my fist, the look of blood on my knuckles. I liked fighting, still do. I didn’t like hurting people.” Steve puts the scissors down on the car hood, fluffing Billy’s hair and sliding down next to him.

“I’ve been on the wrong side of the fists of two people I’m now okay with,” admits Steve. “Believe me, I know now to take a beating. I’ve been heartbroken by two other people I’m close friends with. I forgive too easily.”

“So you’re a compulsive truster and I’m a compulsive fighter. What a pair we make, huh Harrington?”

“Yeah.” agrees Steve, bumping his shoulder against Billy. “What a pair.”

Maybe it’s the haircut. Maybe it’s the sunlight confessions. Maybe it’s how carefree and happy Steve looks. But Billy feels lighter. Like there was this unspoken weight he had been carrying around that no one knew about. Or everyone knew about, but couldn’t help.

The thing is, Steve didn’t even say anything. He didn’t promise a better future, he didn’t say that he was safe. He shared some of the personal pain they all carry around.

“I don’t think I ever said sorry. I am sorry, you know. I. I didn’t-“

“I know. I’m sorry too. Someone should’ve known. About you.” Steve leans closer, and Billy chalks it up to the night chill as the sun settles below the glistening rocks.

“I was good at hiding things I didn’t want people to see.”

“Yeah, well you’re not alone there either.”

“You good at hiding, pretty boy?” Billy’s eyes flick down to Steve’s lips, and, is Billy imagining it or is Steve looking at him the same way?

“Apparently not good enough,” jokes Steve. His smile falls off of his lips, and he leans minutely closer. If Billy wasn’t paying attention to all of Steve…

The way his hair glows white and gold in the sunset. That wrinkle between his brows. The way one of his eyes is a little darker than the other. How he smells like cigarette smoke and that fancy hairspray, even when his hair is blown from the wind.

The way he looked that night. Cool and collected, then terrified and fighting for his life. So beautiful in the harsh starlight and then so abstract in the broken kitchen light.

Before he knows what’s happening, Steve is filling that gap. Kissing Billy like he’s trying to sooth the pain from their past. Maybe he is. Billy wouldn’t put it past him.

His hand finds a way to Steve’s hair, the same way Steve’s been running his through Billy’s now shorter hair. He curls it into the strands, holding on tightly. Soft.

The way Steve sighs his name takes Billy away from it all. The pain. The memories. The lack of memories.

They lay out under the stars for a few minutes, but Billy knows Joyce will freak out if she can’t find him. Not because she doesn’t trust him, he has to remind himself, but because she doesn’t trust others.

On the drive home Steve plays that pop stuff again, and Billy gives him the appropriate shit for it, a smile on his face the whole time. His fingers laced through Steve’s.

They arrive at the house, and Steve declines to come in. Gives the excuse that his parents will be waiting up when they both know it’s not true. Billy can’t blame him. Billy understands needing to be alone, needing to get away.

Billy leans through Steve’s window and wished that he could kiss him goodbye. Well. The teasing will have to do.

“Night, King Steve.”

“Goodnight, Asshole.”

If Joyce gives him a knowing smile at the door, Billy doesn’t smile back. Probably.

He definitely does. Maybe he deserves the smile. If Steve thinks he does.

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paperbodiesamongthestars · 3 years

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Day 12: Soda

Steve didn’t find out about the bottle caps until they moved in together. The vast majority of their stuff was still in boxes, but there was a little wooden bowl full of bottle caps on Billy’s nightstand when they went to bed that first night; it must have been one of the very first things he unpacked. Steve looked at it curiously; he thought he might have seen it in Billy’s old room, but he hadn’t been there enough times to be sure. He picked up one of the caps—a Coke logo emblazoned across the top—and flipped it over to find a date carefully written on the underside of it.

By the time Billy came back into the bedroom from the bathroom, Steve was back on his side of the bed, hands behind his head. Billy slid in next to him and snuggled up to Steve immediately, resting his head on Steve’s chest.

“How does it feel?” Steve asked, “going to bed in our very own apartment?” Billy thought about it for a long moment.

“Really good,” he finally said, wriggling a little bit to get more comfortable. Steve hummed in agreement. The only sound for a long time was their quiet breathing.

“Hey,” Steve finally said quietly, “what’s the story with the bottle caps?” He felt Billy tense up a little bit next to him. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me,” he said quickly, not wanting to mar their first night in their new place together with bad memories.

“No, it’s okay,” Billy said. He huffed. “It’s just a little embarrassing.” He took a breath. “My mom got me started collecting them when I was a kid. She had a bunch of them, and she used to put something on the underside of each one—a date or a word or a tiny little doodle to remember why she kept it. Neil made me throw them all out before we moved to Hawkins.” Steve pulled Billy in closer, and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. Billy shrugged.

“Not your fault.”

“I know. But I’m still sorry your dad is a fucking asshole.” Billy snorted a laugh and dropped a quick kiss on Steve’s collarbone.

“Fuck him. I never have to see him again.”

“Goddamn right,” Steve agreed.

“Anyway, about six months after we moved, I started collecting caps again. The first one was from that night Max and I sort of made up.” Steve nodded. He had heard the story before. “Neil slapped me around for a while and then left, and I just about panicked when I heard someone at the door. I thought he was back for more, but instead Max rolled in with a Coke bottle in one hand and a bag of frozen peas in the other. At first we just glared at each other, but then she tossed me the peas and told me to put them on my face and said she was sorry that it took her so long to figure it out.” Steve nodded.

“And then you told her you were sorry for being a massive asshole,” Steve provided.

“Mm, yes, and that kicked off the legendary Billy Hargrove apology tour of the spring of ’85.” Steve grinned.

“Hey, I don’t think I got my apology until summer.” Billy shrugged.

“That was the most important one,” he said seriously. “I had to work my way up to it.”

“It was a good one,” Steve said, and leaned down for a kiss.

“Well yeah,” Billy said. “I had a lot of practice by then.”

“So what are the other caps from?” Steve asked, and Billy flushed a little.

“Lots of stuff,” he said evasively.

“Like what?” Steve prompted. Billy rolled his eyes a little.

“Um, there’s one in there from that day at the quarry with the nerds, actually. Like two weeks before I actually apologized.”

“Yeah?” Steve asked, touched. “I remember that day. You were furious that Neil made you bring Max out to the quarry because you had to miss some big party for it.”

“Um,” Billy said, flushing further, and a grin spread across Steve’s face. “That’s not exactly….well. I may have offered to take Max to the quarry.”

“Why would you do that?” Steve asked, knowing exactly why. Billy rolled his eyes for real this time.

“Are you really going to make me say it, Harrington?”

“Yes, I am absolutely going to make you say it, Hargrove.” Billy huffed, mock exasperated. He actually loved how happy Steve got whenever Billy confessed to some new piece of evidence that he had wanted Steve for some time before they actually got together.

“I offered to drive Max because I knew you were going to be there,” Billy said, playing up his reluctance to say it.

“And then she ran off with the rest of the shitheads and you just sat in your car, pouting.”

“Excuse me, I was not pouting,” Billy protested.

“You absolutely were,” Steve said, smile growing wider.

“Agree to disagree,” Billy said. “Anyway, I was there in my car and you kept kind of glancing over, and then you sighed and dug into your cooler and brought over an absolutely ice-cold bottle of Coke and told me I looked hot.” Billy smirked, remembering it.

“Yeah, and then you shot me that exact same smirk,” Steve said.

“And you got all huffy and rolled your eyes and said, ‘You know what I meant.’ It was adorable.” Billy grinned at the memory. “And then you invited me to come hang out, to my immense surprise.”

“I didn’t actually invite you to hang out,” Steve said. “I just told you that you could get out of your car as long as you promised not to fight anyone.” There was a pause. “It was really hot, and I felt bad for you.”

“Aw, you had a soft spot for me even then,” Billy said.

“Maybe,” Steve conceded, “but then you got out of your car and I regretted everything.” Billy raised an eyebrow.

“Why? I didn’t even do anything. I remember being on my very best behavior that day.”

“Because you were wearing the tightest cutoffs I had ever seen in my life and a goddamn crop top. I almost passed out on the spot.” Billy smiled and nuzzled a spot under Steve’s jaw.

“I wish you had said something. We could have snuck off into the trees to make out instead of sitting there in awkward silence all afternoon.” Steve shrugged.

“It stopped being awkward after the first hour or so.” Billy snorted. There was a long silence.

“I wanted to apologize that day,” he finally said quietly. “I just couldn’t get the words out.” Steve hugged him closer.

“You did eventually,” he said. “And you were already less of a dick, or I would have just left you in your car.” Billy didn’t say anything, and Steve hoped that he wasn’t getting lost in regrets.

“You don’t think it’s dumb?” Billy finally asked, voice small. “The bottle caps?” Steve waited until Billy glanced up at him to reply.

“No,” he said with a little smile. “I think your mom was right: it’s a nice way to remember good things.” Billy smiled back, but didn’t say anything. Instead he surged up to capture Steve’s mouth in a kiss.

“You know,” Billy said, pulling back just a little bit and rolling so that his body covered Steve’s, “I don’t think it’s really considered our apartment until we’ve fucked in it.” Steve smiled against Billy’s mouth.

“Well, in that case…” he said, tilting his head to get a better angle, and then Billy did that thing with his tongue and Steve didn’t say anything coherent for a long time.

#harringrove #a lil ficlet #really pushing those deadlines #Harringrove April Challenge #Is there soda in this? no #work with meeeee #steve harrington #billy hargrove #the softest of boys #fluff

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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I love the last thing you wrote for Steve being out as Bi. Really heavy but heartwarming. I also loved the idea of him being kinda a queer mentor to little Will. That’s such a big bead canon I have or more like a wish that him or Billy could give some support to my gay son will. Do you have anything more you could write on that? -catharrington

@catharrington sorry for taking so long!

So I have this bad boy that I wrote a little while ago, but I can go for a modern version if that sounds good! So, no monster au, Tommy is a good friend bc I lowkey love him and don’t talk about that enough.

Will had always known he was gay.

He had always been much more inclined to look at boys than girls, had liked looking at the guys on the covers of Jonathan’s records. He had been sure the first time he played baseball.

The little league was during the summer, usually coached by the guys on the high school team that needed a little pocket money.

He had only done it to make his dad happy, make him proud, but the first time he was standing in the field, and Steve Harrington had shown up, just about fifteen, ready to coach their team. He had made varsity as a freshman, and had a bit of a reputation of being a douchebag.

But he was nice. He was kind to Will, took the time to explain things to him, show him patiently what he was doing wrong and how to fix it. He was gentle and had big kind eyes and Will knew he liked boys.

Steve came out later that school year, he’d been dating a guy from the University of Indianapolis. He wasn’t the type of guy people labeled queer in small town Indiana. He was a jock, a cool guy, a womanizer. But all of a sudden he was shrugging and saying I don’t really mind either way, I just kinda like people.

Will once saw Steve and that guy downtown. He was waiting for his mom outside of Melvald’s when they walked down the sidewalk across the street. They were holding hands, laughing with one another. The guy, Will never bothered to learn his name, spun Steve under his arm. He could hear Steve laugh, could see how brightly he smiled when they kissed.

He was mesmerized. It was the first time, he had ever seen two queer men together in public, just being together it made him so happy.

He heard later that Steve caught that guy cheating on him and slashed his tires.

The next time he was Steve with someone, he had his arm around Nancy, was making her laugh, whispering into her ear. He wanted, just once to find someone he could be like that with. So comfortable, so in love.

But then Nancy left him, and started dating Jonathan, and he was happy for Jon, had know about the crush he’d had for years, but he couldn’t help being just a little mad at Nancy, saw Steve crying in his car once, figured it was over her.

When Billy Hargrove showed up in town, Will felt the exact same way he had when he saw Steve for the first time. He knew these little crushes of his wouldn’t lead anywhere, were just little crushes on the only good-looking guys in this town, but he liked looking, and in looking came noticing.

He saw the way Steve’s eyes would light up when he heard the Camaro rumbling down the road. Saw the way Billy would brush their hands together, knock his shoulder into Steve’s, always touching in these really small ways.

When Steve was giving him a ride home, it all came kind of, tumbling out.

“Are you and Billy together?” Steve looked at him, one eyebrow raised.

“So what if we are?” Will shrugged.

“I just, I’ve noticing some things. The way you guys look at one another. Steve was quiet for a moment before sighing, pulling off to the side of the road.

“Look, Will. We are. We’ve been together for a few months now, but, you can not tell anyone.” Steve’s eyes were wide, will nodded vigorously.

“Is he, is he not out?”

“It’s not that, exactly. I mean no, he’s not out, but that’s more because he can’t be.” He took a breath. “His dad reminds me of yours. He’s kind of a huge asshole. It’s not safe for Billy to be out. So, we gotta hide it.”

“I promise I won’t tell! I can keep a secret.” Steve smiled at him, really soft. “I’m gay.”

He hadn’t registered he’d said it until Steve huffed a laugh. He could feel his face going red.

“Yeah? Welcome to the club! Not a lot of us Hawkins queers out there, I don’t think.” Steve winked at him and Will’s face burned.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever said it out loud.” Steve’s eyes softened again, he reached out to place a hand on Will’s shoulder. it was warm.

“Well, thank you for telling me. Letting me be the first to know.”

“How’d you, how’d you do it? Come out, I mean.”

“I’m not gonna lie, it was not easy. Sometimes, it really sucked shit, still does when someone wants to get shitty with me. I had good friends that backed me up, though. Just last week Tommy punched Aaron Rodgers in the face for yelling some shit at me.” He laughed. “Not that I’m condoning violence, it just makes all the bullshit a fuck of a lot easier if you’ve got good people that have your back.”

“I want to, I want to tell my mom and Jonathan. I have for awhile now, I’m just, nervous.”

“Well, they’re cool with me, so I know they’re not, like, huge homophobes, but I get it. Coming out to anyone is hard, and its so scary when it’s your family.”

“Did you come out to your family?” Steve took his hand back, gripping the wheel tightly.

“Yeah.”

“How’d it go.”

“It was shit. My dad hasn’t spoken to me in like, six months.” Will blinked. Steve usually seemed so carefree.

“I’m, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I know, but I’m still sorry.” He started the car again, continuing on to Will’s house.

“You know, you can always, like, come to me, if you need to talk or something. Between Billy and me, we’ve experienced pretty much everything a queer can experience.” He laughed again, clicking back into plucky, silly Steve.

“Thanks, I, I probably will.” He pulled into Will’s driveway.

“And there’s no rush with your family. It’s okay to keep your cards close to your chest. It doesn’t make you any less valid or mean that you’re like, ashamed of your identity, or whatever. Let it happen in the timing that feels best for you.” He patted Will on the back as he left the car, thanking Steve profusely as he went inside.

#should i do a part 2 #call in and let me know #harringrove #yikes writes #steve harrington #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove fic #harringrove drabble #harringrove ficlet #will byers #billy and steve being wills queer mentors is one of the best things in the world ngl #also i know people like to have will have his gay awakening when billy sows up #but like #steve was RIGHT THERE the WHOLE TIME.#you telling me this baby gay WOULDNT look at steve and be like #😳

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blueberrylemontea-fanfic · 4 years

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I'm sorry...

Steve x Billy

TW: rejection, homophobic language

Billy finds unexpected solace in Steve, when he takes it for something more than that it doesn't play out the way he imagined.

They didn't quite understand how it happened, didn't notice when exactly they'd slowly started dropping the hostiliy towards each other and replaced it with pointed but witty back-and-forths. But over time, Steve and Billy had become unlikely friends.

Apparently fighting other-worldy monsters together tends to do that to people.

They'd started hanging out at the quarry, which seemed like the only place in town where there weren't any people around to bug them. At first, they'd just sat in their cars, quietly smoking and taking comfort in each other's presence, not because they particularly enjoyed it, but because it beat being alone.

Billy had never really minded being alone before, but after everything that happened, being outside on his own terrified him, and he knew Steve felt the same way.

It hadn't been long before Steve brought some weed, just to ease their minds a little. They'd smoke inside Billy's car, the windows cracked only a sliver, ready to drive off into the night at the first sign of danger, but nothing ever came.

It had taken them a couple of months to ease up a little, focusing more on getting high than on watching their surroundings like hawks.

The thought always lingered at the back of their minds, but slowly they managed to live in spite of that. They'd started talking, sometimes serious, sometimes smoke-induced tangents of meaningless blabber.

It wasn't always easy, but they'd opened up to each other, realized that they understood each other better than they'd initially expected.

So when Billy showed up tonight with another busted lip and a fowl mood, Steve knew that he and Neil had gotten into it once again.

Wordlessly, Steve lit a cigarette and handed it to Billy, who took a couple of long drags before he sat down next to Steve.

"Bad one?"

Billy shrugged.

He didn't look too beat up, but Steve knew that Neil didn't fight fair, that the things he said were carefully chosen to hurt his son more than his punches ever would.

Billy smoked some more before he spoke, relishing in the feeling of the nicotine seeping into his system.

"He said it was his biggest shame in life that he had a little fairy-ass bitch for a son."

Billy never sounded so broken up before. He'd always been hurt by Neil's words, even if he tried to act like they just rolled off of him, but he sounded so tired tonight. He sounded like he couldn't take it any longer, and it scared the hell out of Steve.

"He's a grade-A douchebag, Billy. It's not your fault."

He'd meant to reassure Billy, but instead it seemed to drive his misery home even further. Billy shut his eyes tightly, every muscle in his body clenched as he tried to fight back the emotional breakdown he had felt coming on for weeks, but he wasn't strong enough.

"What if it is?"

His voice was cracked and raw and bearly even audible, but Steve heard him anyway.

"Of course it's not your fault, what are you talking about?! You don't deserve this, Billy"

Steve was horrified that Billy could actually believe that, and yet the broken, glassed over look in his eyes betrayed that he did.

Steve grabbed Billy by the shoulder, forcing him to look at him. "You listen to me, no one deserves that. You're a good person, Billy. He is not."

Billy's face scrunched up as he swallowed thickly.

"He's right, though."

"What do you mea... Oh"

Steve trailed off.

Never in a million years would he have predicted that. He could feel Billy trying to pull away from his touch, but he only held on tighter.

"Well, so what?" He said fiercely. "So what if you're gay. Why should that change anything?"

The bewildered look in Billy's eyes felt like a punch in the gut, like a punch in the gut was exactly was Billy was expecting from him.

"Y-you're okay with this?"

Billy's voice was laced with suspicion and fear. He'd ran this scenario through his head about a million times, had wanted to tell someone for so long, but not once had he realistically imagined a positive response.

"Of course. This doesn't change anything."

It was Steve's gentle voice that did it. That soft, warm look in his eyes, the way he'd moved in a little closer to Billy, and that damned smile. Billy couldn't help himself. He'd wanted Steve for such a long time and right then, the sudden rush of affection he felt for that wonderful, kind-hearted boy had been too much to ignore.

So, before Billy even knew what he was doing, he was leaning in and closed the gap between their lips.

Steve was taken aback, once again he had been blindsided tonight, because this was somehow even more surprising than Billy admitting he liked guys.

He stood frozen for a moment, but when his brain caught up to what was happening, he pulled away.

"Billy..."

The bewildered look Billy had on his face earlier was nothing in comparison to the one he wore now.

He felt his heart pounding in his ears and his stomach felt like he'd just swallowed a ball of lead.

He was such a goddamn screw-up... How could he have been so stupid? Steve had already given him so much, he was willing to accept him for who he was, and it still hadn't been enough for him, he just had to reach for more...

And now he'd screwed everything up and his life would be even worse than before.

So Billy did what he knew best, he tried to dodge his feelings.

He shoved Steve off of him and made a beeline for his car, mumbling a scrambled "Shit, I'm so sorry" as he went.

He barely made it two steps before Steve caught his hand.

"Billy!"

He heard the soft voice behind him but he couldn't bare to look at another lost friend.

"Let go" he grumbled.

Steve's hand didn't move.

"Steve, let me go"

Billy's snarl was vicious this time, he didn't want to fight anymore, but he would if he had to.

"Billy, please, just talk to me. Please"

It was only because Steve's voice sounded as gentle as ever that Billy finally gave in.

"What?" He snapped.

"What do you mean what? You just kissed me and then stormed off"

"Look, I'm sorry I did that, I shouldn't have. It was a stupid mistake because I like you and I thought for a second that maybe you liked me too but I was wrong and now my life is ruined, alright.

So, what, you gonna hit me? Tell Tommy? Tell my dad? What? What do you want?"

Billy was way too worked up to notice that there was no anger to Steve's voice.

"You know I wouldn't do that."

"Then what, Steve? What's it gonna take for you not to tell anyone about this?"

"For fuck's sakes, Billy, I don't care that you kissed me!"

"You don't?"

"No. Look, I like you."

Billy's head was spinning.

He didn't know how to deal with all of the emotional twists and turns that he'd been through in only a couple of minutes.

"But you pulled away" he said in a voice much tinier than he'd anticipated.

"Yeah I, shit, I'm not handling this very well..." Steve rambled.

"I like you, but not in a romantic way. I'm sorry, Billy"

Time stopped.

Or at least that's what it felt like to Billy.

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. He couldn't do anything.

His head was clouded with Steve's words and his heart felt like he'd gotten stabbed in the chest.

"Oh" was all he could manage to push out of his constricted throat.

"Really, I'm sorry Billy. I'm sure that if I were into guys I'd be all over you."

Steve was trying his best to be supportive but he couldn't soften the ache in Billy's chest.

"I swear I won't tell anyone though, Billy, seriously. No one that you don't want to know this will ever hear as much as a breath about this. And you don't have to be scared or ashamed or whatever else your feeling, okay? Not in general and definitely not around me. Ypu can talk to me. You can trust me."

"I do" Even though he couldn't bring himself to fully believe it, Billy felt at least a little reassured by Steve's words.

"Are you okay?"

Billy shrugged, but nodded softly.

"I will be."

"Are we... uhm, are we gonna be okay?"

Steve's soft stammer made Billy's heart clench.

He was so grateful for Steve still being so concerned and invested about their friendship after everything he'd just done.

Yet, it also hurt so much to finally admit this enormous burden that had been burning a hole in his heart, and not only that, but to think for a moment that he could have it all only to get the door slammed in his face.

"I think I might need a little time, but we'll be okay"

Steve let out the breath he'd been holding.

"Good! Good, 'cause I, I don't want to lose you, y'know" he said sincerely.

Billy just nodded.

This was going to be awkward for a while, he knew that. But he also knew that he was lucky to have Steve as his friend, and that that was a whole lot better than not having him in his life at all.

The only thing he didn't know yet, was how to explain that to his broken heart.

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove imagine #harringrove #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #steve x billy #steve/billy

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catharrington · 4 years

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desperation hug, billy to Steve or both equally please?

Oh that’s a nice one thank you so much for requesting! I’m sorry I’m doing these all slow and they are all longer than I mean for them to be~~ whoops?? Still my ask box is always open 😘

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Steve fell into the fluffy comfortor covering his bed with a heavy thud. Instantly, he curled to his side, pressing the soft fabric against his overheated face, and whined softly. Billy was leaned over him having also fallen atop the bed in a mess of sloppy limbs.

“Stay,” Steve was begging with one hand clutching into the fabric of Billy’s denim jacket and a whimper in his voice. “Please? Don’t gotta be for long. I just don’t wanna be alone.”

Billy was half on top of Steve, his arms on eaither side of the boy’s fluffy brown hair and his leg bent across the bed to kneel over him. He was breathing heavy and seriously debating with himself on what to do.

It was Christmas Eve and Steve had a bottle of strawberry wine in his hand almost the entire night. Lots of people ignored him, most people knew Steve was fine holding his liquor, so somehow taking care of Steve fell to Billy. Who didn’t even want to be at the party’s shitty Christmas Eve get together at the Byers’ shitty house. Billy was there only because Max threatened his balls with a bat that had nails sticking out of it. He was happy for the excuse to leave early, don’t get him wrong, he just couldn’t stand breathing this close to Steve. He smelt so strongly and wonderfully of strawberry wine it was making Billy’s head fuzzy.

“I mean I’m alone on Christmas Eve, how fucking sad is that?” Steve was blubbering to himself mostly. His face pressed half into his fluffy white bed covers and the other wearing a pained expression. Billy watched as his soft skin moved with his sharp jawline, the moles on his his neck pulled taught; and then flexed with a hard swallow of his Adam’s apple.

Steve looked beautiful under him. Billy couldn’t move his body away if he wanted to.

“I don’t blame her you know? Nancy. I totally- totally get it! I was a jack ass! A jerk! She found someone better... Jonathan he’s...,” Steve’s voice was burning out, getting quieter with each word, like his mind was finally catching up to what he was saying. But he couldn’t stop himself. “He’s a great guy. I would have picked him too.”

Billy took another long drink of that strawberry flavored sadness then shook his head. “Wheelers a bitch, pretty boy. She doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

Steve laughed at that, his eyes scrunched together like a rabbit and his smile was just as cute. “Yeah, sure. Okay, man,” he turned slowly, his hair pressed and moving around his head, beautiful in its mess. Billy stretched his thumb a little to the side and felt one curl, and god, it was as soft as he always imagined.

“You gonna tell me what all she’s missing? How I’m such a great catch? How I’m not some drunk lonely loser on Christmas?” Steve’s voice was cruel, but it wasn’t for Billy. It was for himself. And that broke Billy’s stupid heart more than anything.

“Shut up,” Billy hissed. He watched Steve meet his eyes for second, then he turned back to press his face againt the comforter. But for Billy, that wasn’t going to work.

Billy let his weight go from his arms in a whoosh. He sank down heavy on top of Steve, wrapped his arms tight around his slim waist, and squeezed. Steve didn’t let out a surprised sound, or a groan, or even a complaint. He sighed heavenly while letting his body get manhandled. And at the end it sobered to a light sob.

Billy couldn’t stand him. He pulled Steve against his chest and spoke to his ear. “You’re the fucking sun, Steve Harrington. You are bright and brilliant and beautiful and any dumb ass who burns themselves knew they had it coming. That doesn’t make you less than anyone. It doesn’t make you a loser. It’s... just you, Steve. Just you. And God that’s all you ever have to be because that’s perfect.”

Both their breaths mingled together in a shuttering gasp. Billy pressed his nose to Steve’s cheek. He needed him to hear, to feel these words, he was desperate for Steve to understand how wanted he was. But there was strawberry wine lingering on his breath. And as far as Billy knew he was just the bastard who beat his face in a handful of months ago. Billy wasn’t some savior. And this conversation didn’t mean anything.

“And none of this matters because you are so sloshed you won’t remember a word of this tomorrow.”

Steve’s breaths were wild, openly sobbing. And god it was all Billy’s fault. He pulled back a little, tried to get up and move, when two arms locked around the rough material of his denim jacket. Steve locks Billy right in place.

“Stay,” Steve was begging, and crying. And Billy could feel the tears where he was still pressing his nose into Steve’s cheek.

“Sure, just until you fall asleep.” Billy was already planning on running out as soon as Steve’s arms got limp. For now, he let himself dream.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove fic #my fic #steve/billy #harringrove fanfic #prompt fill

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bethhxrmon · 4 years

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do flowers exist at night? -chapter three

Chapter Three: Don’t Lose Your Head

Pairing: Steve Harrington x OC

Chapter Summary: With rumors still flying around, things have yet to get any easier for Annie. Coupling that with her terrifying illusions, it’s easy to see why it is difficult for her to not fall apart underneath everything.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Swearing, sexual harassment, Billy is the literal worst still, horror

A/N: I’ve never tried to write anything scary before so I hope that aspect of this chapter really shows! If you like this story, please let me know! Also, if you’re looking for an earlier part you can find that here. In other news, I had to publish a bit later due to technical difficulties so please send your love!

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“Another book already?” Steve asked as Annie got in his car.

She shrugged, “Yeah… I only had a little over a hundred pages left so I kinda went for it.”

“I think that’s gonna take you a bit more time to get through,” he said, glancing over at her as he pulled out of her driveway.

“It’d also take a bit more effort for some asshole to rip it apart.”

“Ah, you got me there.”

Annie laughed a bit, “It’s whatever. I’ve been meaning to read this for a while now. Like, my dad’s this big, fancy literature professor. He said War and Peace was the biggest waste of time and space, so I’m gonna see if he’s right or if he’s full of shit as usual.”

“So you’re reading out of spite?” he asked, furrowing his brows, “Is he gonna say anything?”

She fidgeted with the corner of the hardcover book, “Well, I’m not sure he’s ever gonna know. He kinda stayed in New York. I haven’t seen him in… almost a month I think.”

“Oh.”

Annie shrugged, “It’s not a huge deal, my mom and I are figuring it out.”

The rest of the car ride was filled with a rather awkward silence. Maybe if she hadn’t said anything about her family, the remainder of the ride would have been better. At the same time, there were more awkward things she could have easily brought up, but didn’t.

Soon enough, Steve pulled into a parking spot at the school. Annie thanked him before getting out and going off to the school. Maybe it was abrupt, but she didn’t think Steve wanted to talk to her too much.

Not that she took that too personally, he had plenty of issues of his own. Then again, so did she. That was evidenced by the lack of makeup on her face and the clothes she wore. After all, flipping up overalls was impossible. With a flannel and shirt on top of all that, she was sure she would be fine today. Maybe all the rumors stopped overnight and there was something else going on.

However, as Annie walked, she could hear the whispers still. Just like yesterday. She carefully dodged a couple guys in the hall as she went to her locker. If she just laid low, it would blow over. It had to blow over at some point. Then she saw her locker.

"PROPERTY OF MISTRESS ANNETTE HARDWICK, A COCKSUCKING SLUT" was scrawled sloppily on the locker. Her eyes widened and immediately she rushed up to it, trying to rub it off with the sleeve of her flannel. When none of the black sharpie came off onto her dark green sleeves, she clenched the grip on her book. This simply wasn't happening.

A part of her wanted to curl up and cry right then. Everyone was staring and she could feel the eyes boring into her back. She bit the inside of her cheek to the point it almost drew blood.

"I don't think that's gonna come out, real shame," said a voice belonging to Billy Hargrove.

Annie crossed her arms, "Go fuck yourself."

"Shouldn't you be doing that for me?" he asked, leaning in close.

She swallowed hard and backed up before turning and walking off. It had to have been him. The way he looked at her made her wish she could have turned invisible. Why hadn't she said something? There had to have been some biting remark she could have given, but nothing came out. Soon enough, she found herself sitting under a stairwell.

A moment later, Steve ducked under. It was clear he was more cramped in the space than Annie was.

He crouched down next to her, "Hey, Annie, I'm so, so sorry-"

"It's not your fault," she said, staring at the white linoleum.

Steve sighed, "But isn't it? Look, I can try and help you paint over it or something or request another locker. I just... I'm sorry."

"You don't have to do any of that. I'll just get through today and maybe everyone can find someone else to poke fun at over the weekend," she replied.

"Hey, just take the help, okay? And maybe I can rip that Hargrove guy a new one for your trouble."

She let out a small laugh, "I'd love to see that, but I can take care of myself."

"I'll do it, can't have some asshole picking on my friend," he said right before the bell rang, "But seriously, are you sure you can hack it today? I can take you home or something and I can try to clear everything up."

Annie nodded, moving to get up, "I can take it, okay?"

At least, that was what she thought as she went to biology. It was just a few hours and then she was free for a whole weekend. Surely she could get through the knots in her stomach for the day.

Nothing let up, though. A few notes asking her if King Steve could still "get it" was the tipping point for her. Maybe no one touched her today, but the notes managed to hold the exact same sentiment. It made her want to run and wash her face despite the fact nothing was on it.

Having decided to then blow off the remainder of the day, she slipped a note into Steve's locker so he knew she went home. Maybe he cared, maybe he didn't. She wasn't really sure. That didn't stop her from shoving her headphones from her Walkman on and turning up the music all the way as she left the school.

The walk home was rather uneventful, and before she knew it she was right back in her house. A part of her was tempted to reach over to the phone and call up her mom. Except, she was probably doing important work at the conference she was at and Annie stopped herself. Although, this felt like the sort of emergency her mom said to warn her about.

Then again, so did the illusions she kept seeing. They only seemed to get worse with every passing day. It wasn't like she could tell anyone, though. Had she told someone like Steve or a teacher, she would be written off as crazy.

Maybe that was it, she was just going crazy from the loneliness. When her mom got back, it would all be fine. Sure, she had Erik, but he hardly counted as a conversationalist. She dropped her backpack and flopped on the couch with a sigh. A whole day left in front of her and nothing to do for it. It wasn't long before Annie got to her bag and dug through for her copy of War and Peace.

There wasn't much else for her to do other than to get lost in the story of a few Russian families going through trials and tribulations as Napoleon threatened to invade their country in the backdrop. So she found herself getting wrapped up in the beginning of the story. Though, with how comfortable she was in the position she was laying in, she soon drifted off with the book in her hands.

How long she had slept for was beyond her. It felt like something was moving on top of her. She slowly opened her eyes, expecting to see it was her cat, sprawled across her stomach. Instead there were all kinds of slimy creatures crawling on her. They almost looked like slugs but they had hind legs. For a moment, all Annie could do was stare. Then she realized they were all over her arms and her hands and legs and on her face.

The slime was all over her hands and she felt one on her mouth. She was quick to try and slap it off only to realize the whole living room was covered with the same creatures.

"This isn't real. This isn't real. This can't be happening," she repeated, her voice cracking before she started screaming.

Her screams echoed throughout the house and it felt like her throat was being scratched raw. Annie shut her eyes tightly, wishing they would just go as she screamed. And just like that, nothing. When her eyes opened, there was nothing on her. Instead there was a rapid knocking at the front door and the sound of it opening.

On instinct, she grabbed her book and hurled it at the tall figure that rushed into the room. There was a sound of the novel colliding with someone and then hitting the floor. Upon realizing who ran in, Annie put her hands over her mouth.

"Ope!" Steve exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder that had gotten hit, “What the hell was that for?”

Annie got up from the couch and rushed over to him, "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't... I didn't realize it was you. I mean, you kinda broke into my house."

"Um yeah 'cause you were screaming bloody murder," he said before looking at her, "What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?" Annie asked, knowing she wasn't covered in the slime she had to have imagined.

He pointed at her nose, "You're bleeding."

"Oh... shit, I'll um... be right back," she replied before going to the bathroom.

Sure enough, there was a bit of blood coming from her nose. She grabbed a couple squares of toilet paper to clean it. For some reason it wasn't bleeding anymore. She mentally cursed herself, sure that Steve was going to want to know what happened.

Annie walked back out, "Sorry about that... kinda had a bad dream or something. Um what's up?"

"Or something... are you sure you're not gonna tell me what's got you freaked out enough to hurl the biggest book I've ever seen right at me?" he asked, still rubbing at his shoulder, “You’ve got a good arm.”

She shook her head, "It doesn't matter, like I said, it’s just a bad dream. What do you need?"

"Well, I didn't tear Hargrove a new one, that's for sure," he muttered, sitting on the love seat, "I know I've kinda asked a lot from you already, but... I need to get Nancy back."

Annie raised her brows, "Ah... hey, do you want some tea or something?"

"Um sure," he said, "Look, I already heard she's running around with Jonathan. I love her too much to just let her go like that, and they guys won’t stop giving me shit for it."

She nodded, listening as she put water in the kettle and put it over a burner, "Well, for all you know it's not what you think. I mean, look at us. Speaking of us, what the hell was with the mistress shit on my locker?"

"Oh that... they think they're being clever. You know, King Steve, they call Nancy a princess, that stuff."

"So I’m the Anne Boleyn to your Henry VIII... Christ that's fucked up," she murmured before shaking her head, "Anyways, do you know what you wanna do?"

He sighed, "I'm probably gonna just do the usual: flowers, an apology, the works. If that doesn't work, I don't know what will."

"Hold up, why do you have to apologize?" she asked, grabbing a couple mugs and finding some chamomile tea.

Steve shrugged, messing with the zipper of his grey bomber jacket, "I don't know, 'cause I called her bullshit while I was sober? It doesn't matter. You've just been really helpful so far, and I know it's a lot, but I just want you to help me out a bit here."

There was a long pause as Annie thought about it. If Nancy really didn't love Steve, wouldn't that just hurt him more when she rejected him? Or even worse, what if she just got back with him despite not having feelings for Steve? No, she didn't know the guy super well, but he had already been so kind to her. All the same, Annie had a good feeling that Steve was going to do this with or without her help.

She sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter, "Alright, fine. I'll help you out with all this."

"You're the best!" Steve replied, grinning, "You know, I think this might just work. She really likes red roses, they're her favorite, actually."

A little while later, they were both sitting in the living room, drinking tea. Granted, Steve probably didn't need it, but she would have felt awkward trying to calm down by drinking tea while Steve just sat there. Besides, there was no reason to rush going anywhere since he came over around lunchtime. If they jumped the gun, who knew where Nancy would have been. Though, what really seemed to grind Steve's gears was that Nancy ditched with Jonathan. Something that had to have been a point of contention in the past. Not that she had any idea.

It wasn't her place to ask. She figured that Steve would talk and open up about things when he felt it was a good time. Asking pressing questions wasn't going to do her any good.

"So... are we gonna talk about your… um... episode?" Steve asked, breaking the silence.

Annie swallowed some of her tea, "What about it? I had a nightmare."

"You threw a book at me. If you had a nightmare that seemed real... that's not good," he said, running a hand through his hair, "Look, I uh... if you need to talk to someone, I kinda get it."

She arched a brow, "How could you get it?"

"Uh... it's not important. Just, you've already done a lot for me, you can talk to me, okay?"

"It's um... so it's this recurring nightmare," she started, staring at her almost empty mug, "I'm in the house and the power kicks off and then things get weird. Like, one time there were vines everywhere and it was all cold and slimy. It looked like it was snowing. And um... well, the one I just woke up from I was covered in these slugs? But they weren't slugs, they had legs and they were crawling all over me and um... yeah."

Steve set his cup on the table, "Annie... are these things actually just you in your sleep?"

"Uh... um yeah, of course," she lied, "I'm probably just stressed being alone all the time."

He sighed, licking his lips, "You're absolutely sure? You're not seeing this stuff while you're awake?"

"Well... no... but um, but what if I did?" she asked, starting to grip her mug tightly.

How did he know she was seeing things? This had to be some elaborate prank. Or maybe the house really was haunted. That stupid kid could have been right.

Steve frowned, "Then we need to get you the hell out of here. Your cat too."

She blinked and sat back in her chair a moment, "What do you mean? Why?"

"I can't tell you... not right here, we gotta get you out. Come on, you can stay over at my place, my parents are never home. You can have the guest room, I'll help you get some stuff," he said, already standing up.

Whatever it was that was going on, Annie had absolutely no idea. All she knew was that Steve seemed to have an air of tension and fear that she hadn't seen before. A part of her wanted to call his bluff and say that he was just screwing around in some super technical and sadistic prank. However, as they rushed to get her things together, she started to realize he was being serious. Which made everything she had dealt with the last few days all the more worrying. If she wasn't hallucinating, then what was going on?

What were those things that crawled all over her? She wanted to ask Steve, but he was busy helping get her cat so they could get out faster. Before she could comprehend any part of what was happening, they were in Steve's BMW. Erik meowed periodically as Steve sped off.

He sighed, obviously trying to not appear more freaked out than he was, "Look, I... I don’t know if I can explain all this to you without getting us both killed... fuck I thought we figured this out already."

"What're you even talking about? I'm playing along with all this, but I really need you to explain everything," she said, clutching her fidgety cat close to her chest.

Steve shook his head, soon pulling up to his house, "We don't have much time for that. Come on, let's get your stuff inside."

"Um... are we gonna still try and get you back with Nancy?"

"What? No, we don't have time for that!" he exclaimed, getting out of the car, "Wait, she might know what to do, actually."

Annie rolled her eyes, "Then get the damn flowers, apologize, get back in her good graces or whatever, and try to figure out what the hell's going on!"

"Will you chill out? I'm trying to put all this together!" Steve exclaimed, "Sorry... I know this is probably really stressful for you."

She huffed, setting a dufflebag and then Erik down before shrugging off her backpack, "You know, it might be the tiniest bit less stressful for me if you would tell me what the ever-living fuck is going on! I tell you I'm seeing stuff that’s apparently real and you tell me to get out of my house without telling me why! Now are you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"Fine, fine, you're right. I just don't know how to explain it quickly. But all you need to know is there's another dimension and there's people-eating monsters in it and your house was flip-flopping back and forth for whatever reason… at least, I think that’s what you were talking about. That's really dangerous, but we'll figure it out," he said, going to put a hand on her shoulder, "And um... you can't tell anyone else otherwise the government's gonna kill you and your parents and your cat and anyone else you care about."

Annie stepped back, crossing her arms, "You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're joking. That doesn't even make any sense! Do you realize how little sense that makes?"

"I know... but if you didn't believe me then why did you let me do this?"

"Um... I... fine, maybe there's something to all this. Let's get the fucking flowers."

Perhaps Steve had a point, she did kind of believe him. Mainly because it was the only explanation, albeit convoluted, to all the things happening in her house that didn't make her seem crazy. He seemed concerned enough for her and for himself for saying all the things he had. They made a quick stop at the grocery store so Steve could pick up the roses. After that, Steve pulled up to what she assumed was Nancy's house.

She gave him a small, assuring smile, "You've got this. Make up with your girlfriend and we'll go from there."

"Yeah. I can do this," he said, getting out of the car and closing the door behind him.

Now Annie was rooting for him more than she originally had. Mainly out of hope that Steve was right in assuming Nancy would know what to do. However, as she watched, she watched their plan grind to a halt thanks to some kid.

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Harrington!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Summary: In which Billy isn't 'King Billy fucking Hargrove' after the events at the Byers house, he's remorseful and in so much more pain than anyone ever seems to notice.

Song: Dizzy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing, symptoms of PTSD

Words: 2.8K

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Hawkins wasn't the kind of place a teen could take angsty strolls, look up at the sky for a while and all their life problems would be solved. Winter lasted until February, and summer started at the end of July, the months between left void of the joy of sun or snow. It was within this time that Y/N and Billy found solace in each other's chaotic existences.

They'd met a couple times before their relationship had a label, once not knowing each other, and the next, knowing too much.

The first was in the bitter winds of a November night. Y/N Harrington was forced to transfer to Hawkins High after fighting with another girl at Lakewood Academy over something nobody knew. She wasn't happy about it, after working her arse off for the last seventeen years of her life, only for the dream to be someone special and someone her parents would be proud of, to be ripped away from her.

Steve never made it any better, it was fine when he'd bring home random girls while their parents were away (which was more often than not), at least then her record player was loud enough to shut out the moans.

But Nancy had to come along and fuck everything up. Y/N was sickened at the idea of her brother dating her childhood best friend. That wasn't even the worst part though, the sick fucker had to go break his heart too.

Having Steve wallow in self pity for a few days was one thing, but hearing him cry himself to sleep days on end was entirely another.

She took her eye off the ball to make sure it was a sound that never met her ears again. And people at Lakewood began to talk, next thing she knew, Y/N was thrown out when Bethany Wyatt somehow fell unconscious and woke up with a black eye and busted lip.

Her older brother was surprisingly comforting, but the house felt all too suffocating, even without their never-to-be-seen parents around. It took six days for her to finally snap- being cooped up in the same four walls, sappy romcoms playing in the background whilst Steve tried to shrink her after getting an 'A' on his latest psychology paper.

"Leave me the fuck alone, for Christ's sake I'm not one of those kids you babysit! Go piss in Declan's cereal." Y/N roared, cartoon steam clouds escaping her ears.

She and Steve weren't close like some siblings, they didn't do hugs or say 'I love you'. They clashed and fought; the older boy thinking he's always right and that he knows everything, only setting off Y/N's explosive anger.

Steve groaned and stormed up the stairs, following his sister to her room, "His name's Dustin- fuck! You're so immature, you know that? Maybe I do need to babysit you, maybe then you'll learn to accept that you're sad about being kicked out of Lakewood, instead of biting my head off like a little bitch."

Y/N looked up at him incredulously, as if he'd just killed six puppies. She got up from her bed and stood right in front of him, pressing her index finger against his chest accusatory, "I'm not sad, dickwad, I'm furious because I defended myself against a bully and I'm the one who gets punished. It's not my fault she learnt to fight with her words and I fight with my fists. It's not my fault I'm like this, Steve!"

He stared at her for a few moments, watching his little sister's entire body move as her breathing became laboured and heavy.

She pushed past her brother and ran downstairs, "If I'm not back before you wake up, the demogorgon attacked me!"

"That's not-." Steve shouted, only to hear the front door slam shut halfway through his sentence, "funny."

It had been three months since Eleven had returned and saved Hawkins for the second time, Y/N knew they were no longer out there. She also knew it would strike a nerve in her brothers damaged soul and in that moment it was exactly what she wanted. The Harrington girl would probably regret it when she arrived back home in the early hours, knock on Steve's door and he'd tell her he was the one out of line and that it was okay. After all, he was the reason behind why she got expelled.

Y/N found herself running towards the school. In her short pleated skirt, fishnets and combat boots, the girl sprinted all the way through the woods until she found a clearing, and began walking on the side of the road. She should've been terrified to be out in the darkness all alone after the sights that had scarred her eyes, but it calmed her disturbed mind. Her problems faded to insignificance at the idea of being attacked by an inter-dimensional monster.

Her anger had dissipated after an hour or two of strolling back up and down, and she finally began to feel at ease in the cool midnight winds. That's when the sound of a turbocharged engine collapsed her serenity. She turned on her heel, letting the asphalt crunch under her foot as she squinted into the oncoming headlights.

Numbness had spread far enough over her body not to care whether the driver was Steve, a total stranger, or maybe even a creature from the upside down ready to kill her. Y/N shrugged it off and continued wandering, moving into the forest clearing so the muscle car didn't hit her if the driver wasn't paying enough attention.

Her steps became hurried as she heard the engine quieten, gaze kept forwards until the car picked up enough speed to pass her then completely stop. The air in her lungs felt trapped, feet planted to the broken up edge of the road.

"Hey!" A young yet deep male voice called, a mop of gentle dirty blonde curls appearing over the roof as the sound of the metal door opening and shutting cut away at the silence Y/N found herself stuck in. She didn't dare to move, eyes wide in a hazy mix of fear and intrigue.

He began moving around the car, closer to her frozen figure and stopping at what he deemed a safe distance. Billy looked her up and down, not in his usual 'I wanna fuck you' way towards the opposite sex; he checked over every inch of her exposed skin to make sure there were no signs of injury. When he finally met her eyes, he was stunned. They were the colour of milk chocolate edged with a deep forest-green. The two colors seemed to swirl together like moss creeping over rich soil.

Beautiful, he thought, not noticing the deep violet bags which sat beneath them. Y/N hated her eyes for them, yet they hadn't crossed his mind.

"Are you okay, Bambi?" Billy asked cautiously, taking a small step closer to her. His voice felt soft like a warm hug, yet she knew how it could easily be laced with venom. She'd seen his type before, knew how they could act so smooth then at the flick a switch be encased by rage if the word 'no' was introduced to them. She'd dated that type, been manipulated by their silver tongue and soft touch.

"I'm fine." Y/N's voice found the courage to speak, her body pushing past his and continuing its disassociated roam down the empty road ahead. She didn't feel like speaking to anyone, didn't feel like doing anything. Her mind was a wormhole of desolation and all she wanted was some peace away from home life and school life.

"If you want me to get in my car and carry on, I can. But, chances are you're feeling alone and don't-" Billy tried his best to do what he thought was right, he didn't have to stop when he saw her shivering figure at the side of the empty road. Hell, he probably shouldn't have.

"What you do doesn't really affect me, kid." Y/N snarled with no enthusiasm, her words falling hollow and getting lost in the wind.

The girl noticed he didn't speak after that, yet she hadn't heard the distinct sound of a car door opening and shutting either. She turned her head a fraction, not wanting to give him the attention he seemingly so desperately wanted from her but interested to know if she was about to get killed. Y/N rolled her eyes irritably as his taller figure appeared beside her own.

A few minutes passed as they ambled along the never ending barren road side by side without a word exchanged. Y/N felt oddly comfortable, more so than she did in that stupid private school or at home with Steve in constant seldom silence or rage filled bickering.

This silence was pleasant and held no secrets. Mostly due to the fact they were perfect strangers, no lingering expectations to be great or even good. Y/N stole another glance at him through the dark moonlight, his thick shoulder length hair appearing soft in its naturally curly state, and his flawlessly chiselled face hidden by plump cheeks and long eyelashes.

He could've committed some kind of atrocity for all she knew, but is company felt comforting and she wasn't one to judge.

"D'you just plan on following me around all night, then?" Y/N's voice sounded much more mellowed and velvety, her heartbeat no longer erratic in her ears allowing her mind some peace.

Billy sighed and rubbed a hand across his face before stuffing both into the pockets of his denim jacket to find some kind of warmth, "Haven't exactly planned that far ahead, gotta be honest with you. I don't know, I just needed to clear my head, and it seemed like you were doing the same."

"You could say that." Y/N scoffed, her numb mind somehow still managing to make her legs move forwards without stumbling. The biting cold air pricked at her paled skin, but she enjoyed the feeling. It was better than feeling nothing at all. "Fucked up shit happens a lot considering nothing happens around here."

"Did someone hurt you?" The words filled with unease tumbled from his mouth before he had the chance to catch them. Billy couldn't tell himself why he cared, why he was still walking along side this stranger in the dead of night on a Tuesday. Wednesday, now. But after the events at Mrs Byers' house, he had realised he'd become the monster he feared most- his father. If there was anything he could do to stop that, it was all he had done for the past three months.

Y/N smiled at her own stupid actions coming back to the forefront of her memories. She shook her head, still smiling, "That's too complicated to answer right now. Unfortunately, I managed to fuck things up pretty bad all on my own this time."

"I'm listening." Billy's eyes wandered across the unending tree border as he let the girl gather her thoughts and decide whether to indulge him or not.

She did.

"A couple weeks ago I overheard some skanks from my school trash talking my family; you see my brother slept with this girl named Rosie once ages ago so she put herself on a pedestal and thinks her words are gospel now. She was joking with her friends about how we're basically orphans. And then, this is the real kicker, she made up a rumour saying I'd got crabs from sleeping with the gym teacher. Which is hilarious because I'm a virgin still. So, I confronted her, she denied it, and I may or may not have blacked out and beat the living daylights out of her. Last week the dean decided to kick me out, so as of next Monday I'll be back at the shit show they call Hawkins High."

It felt easy to spill her thoughts to this oddly handsome person she'd never met before. Y/N felt like adding, 'oh and there's supernatural demons running around trying to take you to another dimension and kill you, but don't worry, our telekinetic friend saved us. Twice.' But she liked him enough in that moment not to want to scare him away.

"I would've hit her, too." Billy chuckled dryly, realising this girl was stronger than she seemed. His voice picked up after a beat of silence, "Billy, by the way."

"Y/N." She smiled her first warm, genuine smile for a rather long time, and it felt strange and satisfying all at once. Silence fell upon them once again after that, not feeling unpleasant in the slightest. They walked side by side with no destination in mind, Y/N's body bumping against his every now and again. The fist time was an accident, after that she kept on doing it to see the small smile pull at the corners of his lips from the contact.

Her combat boots halted on the torn up asphalt, kicking up small stones a few feet across the road. Without indication to her newfound friend, she switched direction and began walking back towards the other end of the endless road back towards Hawkins away from Lakewood.

"Alright then." Billy quirked an eyebrow at her odd behaviour as he followed and fell back into aimless step with her.

"Billy," she enjoyed the way his name rolled off her tongue, "could you drive me home?" She looked up at him with hope in her eyes, half feigned half real. Y/N was a shell of a person, broken and cold after what her eyes had witnessed, but she really liked the way her mind felt at ease around this boy with fluffy hair and muscular arms.

"Sure."

They made their way up to the car in silence, time running by much quicker with Y/N's spirits lifted. Billy unlocked his Camaro and the two settled into their seats, the heater almost instantly turned up to the highest setting.

"Where are you from, Billy?" Y/N couldn't help herself but ask, she had a knack for wanted to know everything and managing to know everything one way or another. She enjoyed the ever so slight accent in his voice, certainly not from these parts. His olive skin, probably once a lot more tanned and bright, gave it away too. Nobody here got enough vitamin D to look that pretty.

She told him to take the next turning, filling the space his answer was about to fall into. Y/N noticed the sounds of AC/DC playing quietly, one of her all time favourite songs. Steve would buy their albums and she'd buy Madonna when they visited the mall together, then swap when they got back to his car.

"California, my dad remarried and they both wanted a new start, so we ended up here." Billy answered calmly, voice tinged with anguish. The girl gave him another direction and told him to pull up two houses down from her own.

"If my brother saw someone giving me a lift home I think he'd murder you then me, so for everyone's safety it's best not to let him in on our little secret." Y/N grinned halfheartedly up at Billy, realising Steve wouldn't have gone to sleep yet and it was her fault. He was a real dick sometimes, but she wondered if he was the only person in the world to actually give a shit about her.

"Sounds like a real buzzkill." Billy joked with an unknown lightness to his tone, turning the ignition off and settling his gaze on her devastatingly brilliant eyes again.

Y/N nodded and leant over the centre console, wrapping her arms around Billy's much larger torso, he didn't react for a moment, not entirely sure what was happening, but he eventually returned the hug.

"Thanks for stopping earlier, tonight would've been a lot more lonely if you hadn't." Y/N unclasped her seatbelt and unlocked the door, sending the boy a truly heartfelt smile before they said goodbye to one another. He watched her walk down the road and disappear into her driveway, making sure she was safe before he left.

The Harrington girl quietly entered her house, taking off her rather muddy boots and making her way up to her brother's bedroom. She knocked quietly on his door out of politeness but didn't wait for an answer before opening it.

"Steve-" her voice was remorseful, this is how it always went.

He groaned a little from his work desk, eyes failing to stay open consistently, "I know, I'm sorry." Steve sent her a weak smile, knowing how hurt his little sister was at heart.

"Yeah," she sighed, "me too."

Y/N climbed into bed that night with the scent of Billy's strong cologne still clinging to her too, and it made her feel at ease. She slept well for the first time in a very long time, mind for once not plagued by creatures from another world.

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h-e-l-l-b-r-o-k-e · 5 years

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Galapogos [B. Hargrove x you]

Summary: Billy’s temper always causes him problems, but luckily he has Max to talk just a bit of sense into him.

Inspiration: Galapogos by The Smashing Pumpkins & Lost Stars by Adam Levine (Begin Again Soundtrack)

Word Count: 2875 Warnings: profanity, angst, and mentions of abuse.

Written Date: 07/20-22/2019 Posted Date: 7/23/2019

[PART 1]< >[PART 2]

Billy hadn’t meant to push you.

It wasn’t your fault your ex-boyfriend David had started hiding a liquor flask inside of his varsity jacket because he hated the presence of the new girl who clung to his bicep. It wasn’t your fault David the Douche couldn’t hold his alcohol and wanted you back. It wasn’t your fault that he had chosen the school parking lot to stumble into an already irritated Billy who had just minutes to pick up Max and get home because Mr. Hargrove had already gotten on his case the evening before.

You weren’t supposed to be there. Just hours ago in the blue Camaro with a half-eaten sandwich on your lap, you’d told Billy you had plans with your yearbook classmates. Something about a new comedy film down at the theater that everyone’s been psyched to see. Billy’s never been too good at remembering certain details. Either way, after everything he has been through, Billy should have known that plans never go as planned.

He hadn’t meant to push you. Especially not in front of the entire student body.

But, there you had been in your new skirt, now tainted with black stains from the new cement Hawkins had promised with that tax raise, with tears threatening to spill down your doe eyes. The pang in his chest tells him that you’ll never wear that skirt again, not without freshening the sting in your scraped palms or the incessant pounding just beneath your rib cage.

And yet, he couldn’t bare to see the familiarity of hate finally poison the only form of comfort and affection he’s had since his mother left him or keep up his appearance by finishing the fight your stupid ex-boyfriend had started.

Billy cannot remember the space of time between then and the vibrations through the cool leather under his thighs as the Camaro roared out of there. Out of everyone’s accusing eyes—even the piece of shit Tommy H. had nothing to say. And as he sits on his unruly bed with his head in his hands, Billy cannot even tell what’s worst: the fact that he ran away with his tail between his legs or the fact that he left behind the only girl he’d ever taken seriously.

The sound of skateboard wheels aggressively running over cracks and bumps in the pavement go through one ear and out the other—there’s no room in Billy’s loud head for the outside world to settle. Not the creaks from the stubborn doorknob. Not the slamming of the front door nor the stomping of size five Keds as they approach his bedroom.

Everything is dead to him until the thirteen-year-old he barely tolerates stands at his doorway with her hands on her waist and a scowl on her freckled face.

“What?”

Billy’s dirty blond locks hang over his face in the fashion of a veil as his hands act like a mask. He hasn’t looked up from his position on the bed nor has his favorite mirror caught a glimpse of his vanity. He’s avoiding the very face he was gifted, afraid to finally see the monster that had frightened you.

“Do you have brain damage or something?” Max’s voice is too loud compared to the silence that’s embraced him for the past ten minutes. “You were supposed to pick me up, and don’t dare try to say I was late—”

“Leave me alone.” His voice is muffled.

Max’s blue eyes scrutinize Billy’s pathetic form. His hair’s a mess and she can tell he hasn’t lifted a single weight since he got home—the faded jean jacket still hangs off his broad shoulders. Her next set of words are far more gentler, yet still carries the same edge: “Did somebody die?”

“No.” His shoulders slump just a bit lower. “Go play with your stupid dolls. I don’t care.”

“Ew, you know I don’t touch that shit.”

Billy’s hands smooth down his warm face, and she sees it. The sensitive skin around his eyes are tinged red. “Go away,” he waves her away as he digs for a stray cigarette in his pocket.

His trembling fingers manage to grasp the tip of the cigarette he knew he had hid and shoves it between his lips, suckling on the dry stick as if he were dying of thirst. And before he even knows it, he’s patting himself down for a lighter.

As the trusty lighter remains incognito, the feeling of ants crawling over his taut muscles amplifies. Then he remembers, there’s a shitty spare in his bedside drawer under some wrinkled school assignments marked with grades his father wouldn’t approve of. But as he shakes, flicking the flint wheel over and over again hoping for just a spark, he remembers he never went down to the liquor store to refill its fluids.

“Fuck!” Max flinches as the cheap plastic crashes against the wall wisps away from her head. “What the hell?!”

“Shit…” Billy collapses against his bed in tune with the breath in his lungs. “Sorry.”

Max faces her dirty tennis shoes, sucking on her bottom lip as a million scenarios in which how her step-brother could have fucked up past through her mind. Every sweeping thought involved you somehow, and she actually kind of liked you.

“Go find her.”

The ceiling stares down on him, every groove and every indent. Good thing plaster and paint don’t have a conscience to judge him, despite always being the witness of Billy at his worst.

“What?” Billy’s not sure he heard right, especially when Max never meddles in his business.

A Ked nears his bed in a tentative step forward. “Go fix whatever happened.”

The lines embedded in his forehead loosen up like the curls that frame his face. All anyone ever does is automatically point the finger at him. It started with his father until even Billy started to believe that maybe he was the fuck-up his father said he’d always be.

“Prove to her that everyone in this shithole is wrong about you,” Max keeps her gaze settled on him, watching for any sort of cautionary reaction, “or whatever.”

Billy takes a deep breath. “Why should I listen to you?” he scoffs, “You’re thirteen.”

If there’s anything that Max knows about her step-brother is his loose temper. Living under the same roof as him taught her that Neil had long since snapped the leather of Billy’s leash in half, despite the older man pretending it was the fault of the dog’s breed rather than his own treatment of it.

Her legs are ready to run to her room, but her feet have found the courage to stand on the stained carpet. Max swallows some of her insecurities, “Because you’re scared.”

Besides you, Max is the only other person who can read and solve him like a simple math equation. It’s the only thing you two have in common, and it’s irritating as fuck.

Blue eyes snap to her for a moment as his shoulders straighten. “Hey! I’m not scared,” but then his eyes trail to the bikini-chick poster taped to his closet door and the energy keeping his frustration together disintegrates. “I have to babysit you, brat. There’s a difference.”

“You can.” A sigh leaves her chapped lips when Billy gives her a confused look. “I’ll call Neil, tell him I asked you to take me to the arcade. Not a big deal.”

It takes a moment before the lubrication reaches the rusty gears in his brain. He sits up and runs a hand through his locks. It’s not like he’s never gone behind his father’s back. “Where are you actually going?”

Max shrugs, “None of your business.”

The drive there is only possible due to muscle memory, an acquired reflex after driving down this familiar neighborhood so many times while all his senses have been locked on you. Complex guitar-solos screeching through the speakers, yet your sweet-as-honey voice always managing to seep through the noise. His hand reaching out to where it belongs—on the flesh of your thigh. Girly-scented shampoo invading his nostrils as your lips focused on his neck. Half-lidded eyes painting murals across the windshield, of your bedroom, ruffled sheets, and how he wanted to ravage you.

Except now, his sweaty palms cling to the steering wheel as the road ahead looks the same as the school’s parking lot—smooth, with a seal-coat. His favorite metal tunes for the evening is the gasp that left your lips when you hit the ground. The scent of your shampoo is replaced by David’s breath, reeking of cheap whiskey as he purposely bumped shoulders. His artistic eye tries to imagine a chance to win you back, but all he gets is hacked images of your locked front door.

The only thing that isn’t different is the fact that the rules of the road only ever came second to Billy’s mood. Third, after he met you.

When he’d first found out they were moving to buttfuck Indiana, he thought his life was for sure over. Or, at least the beginning of a count-down until his eighteen birthday when he’d be legally free to move back to California. When they’d finally arrived at Hawkins, it was even worse than anything his mind had conjured. It smelled like manure and the girls had nothing on Californian babes.

The town only became a little bit more tolerable once he beat his only competition, Steve Harrington, and was crowned the new king of Hawkins High. But, even then, livestock droppings still wafted in the air and the girls he had one night stands with resembled cows to the point that he was having sex with his eyes closed for the first time in his life.

That is until he bumped into you months into the fall semester.

You had been carrying one of the expensive cameras that belonged to the school, walking as you inspected the piece crafted by Greek gods themselves. In the seconds you had collided with a hard body, you were sure you’d have to kiss goodbye your monthly allowance for the heartbreak that was just about to happen.

The camera never made impact with the linoleum. Instead, it was nestled in the palms of the new kid you had vowed to never interact with. Especially not when the stories you’ve heard around school said that he was just a replica in spirit of your cheating ex-boyfriend. But you had snorted out of disbelief, and the hideous sound out of your bare lips had been enough to capture Billy Hargrove’s interest.

Soon, the promise of never giving another badboy the time of day was snipped with a pair of scissors as you found yourself in his passenger seat, glancing out of the window with a fresh coat of mascara on your virgin eyelashes. Him being new to the town, he had no idea where to take you for your first date together. Benny’s diner had been the destination. Bless his heart.

The standard date had awkward pauses, and even more awkward jokes from Billy’s end. French fries were shared and your fingers kept brushing together like a magnetic pull. You had been sure at the moment that it had to have been the attraction between the rings on his fingers and the ones on yours. It wasn’t the gleam in his bedroom eyes nor the inviting scent of his cologne nor the smooth skin that was revealed by a couple of loose buttons.

When he dropped you off in front of your house, he had admitted that those corny jokes were in hopes to hear that ugly snort one more time. Offense had turned to flattery when he poked his head out the driver’s side window and asked you out on another date for the following day.

You cannot believe you had fallen victim to his charm. A spell the heartbreak over David had taught you to avoid. But, you felt worse knowing that most of the shedding tears are for the death of what was the best you had felt in months. You have had first-hand experience of learning that rollercoasters are not escalators, yet you fooled yourself anyway.

You had thought that expressing loving attention was enough to extinguish a firecracker that’s ready to explode on the Fourth of July. Who knew you’re arrogant enough to think that you possessed that sort of power over anyone, especially a rough-around-the-edges type of boy like Billy. A boy who clearly needs a damn therapist instead of some soft teenage girl with an ugly laugh who’s capable of whispering sweet things into his awaiting ear during sex.

You don’t know how long you’ve been under the comforter with a teddy bear clutched in your arms, staring at your reflection from the floor-mirror in the corner of your room.

Your parents are currently away for their anniversary in some tropical island, sipping on margaritas, while your brother has yet to show his face in this fortress. The telephone has been ringing on and off since Nancy Wheeler had offered you a ride home.

Riding with Nancy was the safest bet. She’s nice, knows when to keep quiet, and doesn’t know you enough to bombard you with questions. Unlike your best friend, who without a doubt always has your best interest in mind, but is too comfortable to give you enough space to mourn. Judilyn talks more than she listens, and you know that half those calls are from her just to tell you about how sorry Billy will be once she gets her hands on him.

You know you should be begging God to turn back time, for another opportunity to change the outcome. You would have been paying attention to where you were going; you wouldn’t have invited him into your little world with your laugh. And you definitely would have kept your arms securely crossed over your chest as the only shield you had against cupid’s arrow.

But, you aren’t. Because despite the shove that sent you sprawling on the cement and the scowl on his face that was so deeply rooted in hate, you’re still madly in love with him. The boy who offers you his jackets when you’re shivering in the howling winds of night. The boy who combs his fingers through your tresses as your naked chests rest as one. The boy who doesn’t care that you don’t try to hide the slight bags beneath your eyes nor any blemishes on your skin you may be battling for the week. The boy who wanted you to express your flawed laugh when, previously, David would have made fun of you for it. The boy who who throughout it all, had been trying his best to show you just how beautiful you, the yearbook girl who hides behind the camera, really are.

You don’t realize you’d fallen asleep until there’s a couple of suspicious sounds outside your window.

The sun casts a golden hue across the sky, seeping into your second-story bedroom and stretching out the shadows of your furniture. You don’t care for the picturesque beauty at the moment; all you want to do is tell Judilyn, who sometimes climbs up your window when you’re ignoring her, to leave you in peace.

The comforter slides off your shoulders as your feet sink into the plush carpet. You’re still in your ruined skirt and the scuffs on your palms haven’t been washed yet, but that has yet to cross your mind from your sleep-roused state.

You slide the window open with every attempt to send your best friend away. “Judy, I thought I made it clear I want to be left a—!”

His mullet shows up first before his glazed cerulean eyes. His cocky voice is nothing but a whisper: “Hey.”

To be continued.

A/N: So, this is the first Stranger Things fic I’ve ever written! I feel pretty accomplished. Let me know what y’all think. I’m down to do more, especially since I’m so mad by what happened to Billy. I can’t promise I’ll be quick because I’m currently balancing a work-heavy summer course, a job, and my own novel.

#Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove imagine #reader insert #st imagine #billy x reader #billy x you #stranger things fanfiction #max mayfield #OCs

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st-fandom-imagines · 5 years

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Life or Death

So this one really got to me, I hope you guys like it!! SOME SEASON 3 SPOILERS! tag list- @tiger-hugger and @hannahmontanabutgayer let me know if you guys want to be added to my tag list! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Request-anonymous asked: Steve H x reader with the prompts 30, 3, 25, 27, 58, 59, 73, 74? (alotiksorry) super angsty where the reader is injured really bad and thinks theyre going to die so they are saying goodbye to bfSteve? Maybe they dont die in the end but thats up to you. Love your writing btw♡♡♡ 3-“I know it hurts” 25-“I’m scared” 27-“Please stay with me” 30-“Is that blood?” 58-“am I dead?” 59-“look at me” 73-“Please don’t say goodbye.” 74-“you’ve shown me what love can feel like.” ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Being a good person really sucks sometimes, without thinking you put other people’s needs before your own, you are always trying to help someone, protect them, and shit, was I in deep. Dustin roped Steve and I into this mess last October and now here we are, fighting the mind flayer in teams, trying to stop the world from caving in on itself. Steve and I started out as me being his rebound from Nancy and just that, but after you save each other’s lives so many times, you can’t help but having feelings for the person. We have been dating ever since the snowball, both being there for Dustin, Steve asking me to go with him to chaperone, by the end of the night we were confessing feelings and kissing on the hood of his car. It’s been amazing since then, Steve treats me like a queen, he never makes me feel insecure, he is always coming up with little dates and is always surprising me with little gifts. As I laid in the back seat of Billy’s car, hands tied behind my back, gagged at the mouth, I couldn’t help but cry and hope that for once, just once that Steve wouldn’t be a good person. Billy knew that if Steve could, he would save the kids, or at least give them more time, he would do it. Billy was betting on Steve coming on the rescue, betting that he would come and stop him, in turn, slamming into me as well. So when Billy saw me alone, he took advantage of that and took me with him, no one noticing, everyone radioing to everyone else, trying to figure out where I was, Billy made me radio to them, telling them I had a plan and to keep on track. Billy may have not been Billy but whoever he was or what he was turning into was smart, he knew killing me would hurt everyone, so even if we won the battle, we would all still be hurt. “Okay, show time.” I heard him laugh from the front seat as I heard Nancy yell at Jonathan to get the car started. Billy broke, just for a second, tears falling from his eyes. I felt the car slam on the gas, my crying only getting harder as I heard gunfire from Nancy who Billy was probably aiming for. Before anything else could happen, I felt the front of another car, hit Billy’s car, glass shattering all over me, cutting my face and body, a big shard stuck in my abdomen, lucky enough for me, one of the pieces of glass cut my mouth gag. As soon as I could catch my breath I began to scream, knowing that someone was bound to hear me. “Steve! Robin! Nancy! Jonathan! Anyone, please!!” I cried out before the door by my feet flung open, and I felt myself getting pulled out of the crushed car. “Is that blood?” I heard Robin ask as I looked down at my feet and saw Steve pulling me out with tears in his eyes. “Fuck, shit, I should have known something was up.” Steve crying as he pulled me fully out of the car, seeing me bleeding from many different places, pain spread across my face. All I could feel was pain, fear and tears and it was killing me to know that Steve did this, and I knew he was going to blame himself but I would have done the same thing if the roles were reversed. “Quick! Get in!” Nancy yelled as she popped the trunk of the car, Steve picking me up bridal style and walking over to the car, hopping in the back with me in his arms, Robin helping him get me in the car with the least amount of blood loss. I felt Robin reach under me, breaking the zip ties that were on my hands, I immediately, touched my stomach, the main source of pain coming from that. "Steve, I'm scared." I groaned as I looked at my hands, that were covered in blood. My head was in Steve's lap, feet next to Robin who was looking at me in pure shock. I looked up at my boyfriend and I could see his lips moving but I couldn't hear anything he was saying. His face was turned towards the front of the car most likely talking to Jonathan and Nancy. I then turned my head to the back window of the car, seeing the Mind Flayer chasing us. "(Y/N), look at me!" Steve yelled, pulling me back into the car and making me realize that I was only loosing more blood by the second, this might be it for me. "We cant take the glass out or you will bleed out, you just have to hold on for me, okay? I know it hurts, I'm so sorry." He sobbed moving pieces of blood soaked hair out of my face as he cried down on me. I cupped the side of his face with one of my hands, and smiled softly. "The needs of one, out weigh the needs of many. We knew the dangers, and it worked, the kids are safe. Steve, I love you-" I began but he cut me off, sobs rocking his body, head shaking back and forth. "Please don't say goodbye. You are going to be fine, we are going to be fine. You can't die, our story isn't over." He pleaded making me look at Robin who was still looking at me with wide eyes and mouth open. "Be there for him, make him realize it wasn't his fault, Robin, promise me." I demanded making her nod over and over again, tears welling up in her eyes as well, we had all gotten so close over the summer. I then turned my attention back to Steve who was covering me with a old blanket that was in the back of the car, trying to get my body temperature up as blood poured out of me. "Steve, Steve, please..." I whispered, making him lock eyes with me once again, I had never seen him cry this hard, it was breaking my heart. "Please, stay with me." He begged, resting his forehead on mine, our tears mixing together as they fell from our eyes and ran down my face. "I love you Steve Harrington, I always have and I always will. You have become such an amazing guy, and when this is all over, don't blame yourself, don't let my memory hold you back, live Steve, live for me." I tried to comfort him but he wasn't having it, stubborn till the end. "You are going to be okay, when we get out of this, we are moving in together, we are going to make plans, talk about baby names, fuck, I'll marry you next week, please. Just don't... just don't die. You cant, you've shown me what love can feel like." He cried making me smile, feeling my eyes getting heavy, feeling my body getting weak, I knew Steve loved me, I had no doubt about that, I just hope he can love someone else once I'm gone. I could hear him say my name over and over as my eyes closed, but I couldn't do anything about it, it was my time. ** It felt like only a second, only a second of darkness before my eyes fluttered open and I saw bright light, making my hand fly up to cover the light from my eyesight , groaning at the brightness, well at least I made it to heaven. "Am I dead?" I groaned, hoping someone would answer and much to my surprise, no one did so I turned my head to the right, and I saw Steve asleep in a chair that was pulled up next to me, both of his hands holding onto one of mind. I smiled with tears in my eyes, knowing that I in fact, was not dead. "Hey, loser." I coughed out, clutching my stomach with both of my hands, making Steve shoot up from the chair, feeling the movement. "Oh my god, oh fuck, (Y/N), shit!" He screamed as he cupped my face in his hands, looking into my eyes as if he didn't believe it was really me. My coughing began to stop and he ran towards the door of the hospital room. "Doctor, we need a doctor!" He yelled before rushing back over to me, making me smile softly. He sat down on the bed next to me, kissing my hand, lingering there for a second before sighing in relief. "Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?" I joked making him let out a watery chuckle as tears welled up in his eyes. He ran one hand through my hair, his other hand, holding mine once again. "I really thought I lost you, we got you here just in time." He smiled making me sit up from the bed with wide eyes. "Steve, the kids, Hopper, Joyce, everyone, what happened?" I hoped he would smile yet again but he just hushed me to lay back down, not wanting me to strain myself. "I will explain, but we need to make sure you are okay first, especially if we are going to get married in a week." He joked as the doctor walked into the door with a chart in his hand. I knew Steve meant what he said when I was bleeding to death but I also knew he would wait to marry me until I was cleared and until everyone else had recovered. As the doctor explained to Steve and I what they had to do and what they would be watching for in the next few days, he held my hand the entire time, making me smile, knowing he was going to be here, in sickness and in health.

#stranger things #stranger things season 3 #stranger things season 2 #stranger things season 1 #steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #steve harrington x fem reader

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biillyhargroves · 4 years

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please tell us everything about future billy since hes alive and well and not dead and getting to know happiness 💗

Okay, listen. LISTEN!!!! Billy was a child and he had so much potential to grow and to learn and in a perfect world where the stupid redemption by death trope is in hell where it belongs he would have had to opportunity to apologize for his behavior, fix his relationships and form new ones, find a support system in those new relationships, get away from his abuse father and out of his toxic house, and heal from his trauma as he moves into a healthier adulthood.

Here are some things that will happen in the future because Billy is very much not dead and is therefore very much alive to enjoy the full and bright future he deserves:

A) He repairs his relationship with Max. They become super close and protective of one another. He teaches her how to drive and takes her out for ice cream whenever she and Lucas break up (and rolls his eyes when they get back together because oh my god Maxine this is exhausting). She vouches for him when he starts to apologize and make amends with the rest of the group, she threatens any girls (or guys) he brings home because she knows a lot of people are into him because he’s attractive and she won’t have any of them breaking his heart on her watch, she plays matchmaker when she sees him get flustered around people because that’s when she knows he really, really likes them.

B) He apologizes, in his own way, to Steve and to Lucas and to the entire group- for the Mind Flayer shit, which they all know wasn’t his fault, but for everything else, too. Because he knows he was an ass and Max has told him over and over again that he was an ass and he’s trying to be better. He’s not great at it. Old habits die hard, and he’ll always be a little rough around the edges, but he has a good heart and he starts to let that show.

C) Will befriends him. Jonathan doesn’t love this at first, because he knows Billy’s reputation, but Will is the only other person who knows what it feels like to have your whole mind and body taken over, and he wants that connection as much he thinks Billy needs it. They don’t talk about the Mind Flayer much, but just knowing that they’re not alone makes them both feel better. Jonathan and Billy form a friendship because of it. They swap their favorite tapes, browse the record store together. A few times, some of Billy’s old school “friends” give him shit about it, because the Byers are still targets for bullies, but a few fights shut them up.

D) El befriends him, too. He drives her and Will and Max around- to the arcade, to the Wheelers house for D&D nights, he takes them out to movies. He acts like they’re annoying, like he doesn’t want to be their babysitter, but he loves them and calls them his “kids”. And they love him. Because they get to see him be goofy, be honest, be weird; he has threatened bullies for Will and glowered at Mike for upsetting El and, of course, Lucas already knows that hurting Max is b a d n e w s. And they would all kill for him. They know he doesn’t need them to, but they would.

E) Steve helps him fix the Camaro, because he feels shitty about totaling it and he knows how much it means to Billy. Billy feels weird about accepting the help, but the two get comfortable with each other soon enough. They make fun of each others’ taste in music and share Hawkins High gossip and they talk about their futures. Once the car’s fixed, they’re the best of friends. Robin hangs with them, too. She and Billy like all the same movies, really complex storylines that Steve doesn’t completely get, but he likes listening to them debate the endings. Dustin hates it. He’s the last one to come around to Billy, mostly because he wants to protect Steve. It takes a lot of convincing for him to accept Billy, but eventually he comes around.

F) With so many people around him, so many people having his back, more of them take notice when Billy’s moods go dark or when he has fresh bruises he can’t easily explain. On a really bad night, when Neil really laid into Billy, Max convinces him to go to Hopper (who is also alive and not in Russia because this is my story now). She and El and Will have his back when he talks to Hopper, and you bet your ass Hopper makes sure Neil can’t hurt Billy anymore. Susan divorces him, and Billy lives with her and Max until he goes to college (he starts at the community college; he convinces Steve to apply with him, and they take all their gen eds together - when they’re ready, Nancy helps them both apply to four-year schools).

I could truly go on for hours so I will stop here but just know that in a perfect world this boy who never had anyone in his corner would have the chance to right his wrongs, escape his abuser, heal from his trauma, form lasting friendships. He would move out of Hawkins- maybe out to Chicago, maybe back to California, he doesn’t care, he just wants to go. He would know what it feels like to be loved and appreciated and supported.

#anon #answered #stranger things meta #billy hargrove #I SCREAM

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malecftw · 5 years

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Hiking’s fun and all that - Brother Billy x reader x boyfriend Steve

A/N: That gif melted my heart fr even tho Joe looks like a creep lmfaooo I miss being able to talk to him someone ship him over to me tyvm. Hope you like it!

Word count: 2700

Warnings: angst, cursing, reader x injury, cliffhanger

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The sun was tanning your skin and the dust was flying around as you walked down from the mountain you’d just hiked. Your boyfriend Steve was a couple feet in front of you. His shorts clinging to his muscular legs as his hair bounced up and down, feet planting themselves heavily caused by the steepness of the walk down. Although you loved any and every contact with him, today was just too hot to be all over each other in the middle of nowhere. It was more likely that you’d suffer from heat stroke than that you’d get to enjoy his presence that little bit more.

Hawkins has always had nice summers, but this one really hit it out of the park. A constant layer of sweat coating your skin, no matter how many times you’d shower. The only comfort was that there was no exception. Everyone was aching for the weather to cool down. A couple of days ago you’d gotten the notice to start being cautious with drinking water as the forecast didn’t predict any improvement any time soon.

This heat also gave you the perfect excuse to keep your boyfriend and brother from attacking one another every time they saw each other. It just was too hot to invest any energy in anything other than trying to cool down and after a couple of months of dating Steve, they were starting to become more tolerant towards each other.

Billy didn’t like Steve, Steve didn’t like Billy. You had no intentions to be the main figure that’d change that but... Shit happens? The only reason they didn’t tear each others heads off, was you. Both loving you more than their wish to hurt the other.

The sun was slowly starting to set, which gave you an impeccable view of the small town you’d started calling home. You basked in the feeling of a slight gust of wind passing by, anything and everything that was the tiniest bit cooler than your skin brought you relief.

You’d gotten to the part of the trail that was surrounded by high bushes that came up to around your knees, all on the brink of catching fire you felt like. Steve stopped in his tracks and looked back at you. ‘You wanna walk in front of me or would you rather stay behind me?’ He asked, knowing you weren’t a fan of not being able to see the ground you’d plant your feet on. ‘Can I just walk closely in front of you?’ He nodded and waited for you to catch up, not being able to resist touching your waist as you passed him.

He always found little ways to touch you or show you his affection. Right now it was carefully guiding you down this damn hill you’d grown to resent in the last couple of hours. He took his hand in yours so you were assured he’d catch you if you fell. Your balance was probably one of the strangest things about you. It’d fluctuate so much. One moment you’d be perfectly fine and the next you’d be sat on your ass on the ground cause it decided to be like: ‘Naaaa not today.’

Your body was turned slightly as you started walking again. Instead of walking straight, you’d walk sideways causing more friction between your feet and the ground causing you to be more steady. Something you’d learned a long time ago when your family went hiking in the mountains when you were young. A time that you’d consider the best time of your life many years later. Back then, everything was simple. You had a loving mother, a loving father, and a loving brother. After the divorce, everything changed. Billy had started growing cold towards his father, feeling betrayed for giving up on his mother. The only thing that didn’t change was his love for you.

Out of the blue, a sharp stinging pain made it’s way up your leg starting at your ankle. You winced and stopped walking, slightly bending down in pain. ‘What’s wrong y/n?’ Steve asked worriedly, one hand on your back comfortingly as he held your hand tightly. ‘I don’t know. I think something bit me. It really burns.’ You groaned as you tried to stand up straight again. All of a sudden a wave of dizziness came over you and if it wasn’t for Steve’s arm around you, you definitely would not still be standing. ‘Woah easy, can you walk?’ You nodded grimacing, trying to focus on keeping the tears that were threatening to roll down your cheeks at bay. ‘Okay hold on to me, we’re not too far from the end of the trail.’

After about 5 minutes of hiking you halted Steve, really not being able to walk any further. The heat, dizziness and now nausea was starting to get too much. ‘Steve I literally can’t walk anymore. I’m so tired and I feel sick.’ Your weak voice said, struggling to reach the needed volume for Steve to hear you clearly. Thankfully he did cause he was stood so close to you.

He didn’t say anything but he bent down slightly, guiding your arms towards his neck and grabbing your thighs. You got what he was trying to do and in any other situation, you would heavily deny the gesture. However, right now you were genuinely feeling unwell so you obliged.

He quickly made his way down to the parking lot of the trail where his car stood parked in the shade of some trees. He carefully placed you into the passenger seat and turned on the car, allowing you to listen to some music as he observed your ankle. Two small, identical punctures were visible, small droplets of blood coating your ankle in a line down the rest of your ankle and foot.

‘Y/n?’ He asked when he didn’t get a response to him slightly palpating the hurt area. You vaguely responded to your name and groaned out some incoherent words. That’s when he knew this wasn’t just a normal bite.

He kissed your forehead softly, muttering he’d be back soon and stalked over quickly to the phone booth a couple feet away. He silently thanked you for forcing him to learn his number in case anything was ever wrong.

Anxiously tapping the device as it rang he cursed him for not picking up faster, he let out a sigh as he heard him pick up. ‘Billy, it’s Steve. You need to get to the hospital. It’s y/n.’ The other end of the line was quiet for all of 5 seconds before a worried, already on edge Billy spoke. ‘What? What the hell happened Harrington.’

‘We were hiking and she got bit by something. I’m sure it’s not a big deal but I’d just rather be safe.’ He lied through his teeth. Billy didn’t need to know how much Steve was freaking out. Especially with Billy’s reckless way of driving, Steve needed him to get to the hospital in one piece to be there for you. Plus, he figured maybe Billy would react better if he thought Steve didn’t know the severity of the situation and he let the doctors explain. After all, it’s not like he could’ve done something. Right?

Billy sighed and Steve heard him grab his keys. ‘Alright, I’m on my way. Take care of my sister Harrington.’ Billy said, being forced to put his trust in him. ‘Always Billy.’ Steve said reassuringly before hanging up and running towards his car. Your face was covered in sweat, a pained grimace on your face the entire ride to the hospital. Steve assumed Billy would get there first, considering the hiking trail was a little bit out of town.

Steve’s screeching tires came to a halt right in front of the door of the emergency room and he noticed Billy immediately coming over from his spot next to the door, awaiting his arrival. He never even looked at Steve, straight up going for the passenger door, eyeing his sister worriedly. He crouched down enough to be able to look at you directly. ‘Hey, y/n. It’s Billy, don’t worry okay I’m here.’ You groaned in response, squeezing your eyes as you tried your hardest to open them. You managed to look at him through hooded eyes and you started to cry a little. ‘It hurts so bad. I can’t breathe.’ You whispered with great effort. Billy swallowed, trying to stabilize his voice before speaking. ‘It’s okay baby, we’re going to make it all better.’

He kissed your forehead as he picked you up, carefully minding your head as he took you out of Steve’s car. With Steve hot on his heels, he ran into the hospital where a bed was already waiting for you, thanks to Billy telling them Steve was coming with you. As doctors began to run all kinds of tests, Billy and Steve were forced to wait outside of your room. Steve was sat down on one of the plastic chairs that were placed against the wall, fatigue coming over him as his adrenaline levels evened out, Billy was pacing around. Too nervous and worried to be still.

‘I’m sure she’s going to be okay Billy.’ Steve said, fiddling with a bottle of water as he took in Billy’s complexion. ‘You don’t know that.’ Billy said harshly. He still didn’t like Steve and sure as hell wasn’t going to pretend that he did right now. Steve looked down in acceptance of Billy’s answer. A tremendous amount of guilt washed over him as he started talking. ‘I’m sorry.’ Billy looked at him, eyes rolling and arrogance evident on his face yet he didn’t say anything and motioned for Steve to continue. ‘It’s my fault. I suggested we go hiking today. I asked her if she wanted to walk in front of me. If I hadn’t, maybe she wouldn’t have gotten hurt.’ Steve’s voice cracked and he rubbed at his irritated eyes, looking down again like a beaten dog.

Billy looked up at the hospital ceiling, not sure what to do with this apology. He knew what you’d want him to do with it though so he decided the answer that was the most abnormal for him. ‘It’s not your fault Harrington. I know she’d been bugging you for weeks to go hiking. It could’ve been anyone.’

Steve looked up in surprise but kept quiet, not wanting to push his luck. Even more to his surprise, Billy walked over to him and sat down. ‘I may not like you Harrington, but my sister loves you enough for the both of us, and that’s something I can respect. I’m not gonna make her hate me cause I can’t accept you. Hell, if you are good to her I might even consider not kicking your ass at basketball next time.’ Billy smiled. This was odd, something he could’ve never predicted, but it felt good. Knowing his sister would be proud of him. All he ever wanted was for you to be proud of him. Proud to be his sister.

The door creaked open, a significant noise but not loud enough to wake you. Your breathing was still heavy, your expression still looked pained but less so than before. Both boys quietly made it into your room, taking a seat on each side of you. Steve carefully rubbed circles on your hand, trying to comfort you in your medicinal haze. Billy, on the other hand, didn’t touch you. You seemed so fragile. Like you could break at any given moment. The two boys straightened their back as the doctor came in, speaking in a mellow voice. ‘So I have been informed that you are miss Hargrove’s brother? Are you comfortable having this man in the same room when I inform you about her condition? Billy looked at Steve quickly before nodding yes to the doctor.

The doctor took a seat at the edge of your bed and started talking once again. ‘So after a couple of blood tests, we can confirm the bite was that of a snake, more specifically a timber rattlesnake. Now, the venom is lethal but considering we were able to treat her moderately fast it’s very likely that she will recover with no lasting side effects. However, we do need to keep a close eye on the coagulation of her blood (blood clotting). She’s scheduled to have another dose of the antivenom and we have hope that she will respond well to that.’

Both Steve and Billy let out a breath they didn’t realize they were holding. ‘Do you know when she could be discharged?’ Steve asked, knowing how much you hate hospitals. The doctor shook his head. ‘I’m afraid not. We’ll have to see how she reacts to the second dose first but right now there are no talks about being discharged. She’s young and strong but her body still took quite the hit. The next 24 hours will determine the process of her recovery.

After answering a couple more questions, the doctor left the room, leaving Steve and Billy alone with you. Your mouth was covered by an oxygen mask and your arms were littered with bruises, nurses having to try numerous amounts of times to find a decent vein to give you an IV. All they could do now was wait.

White. White with black spots. White turning into a light brown. A light brown with a strong light in the middle of it. You squeezed your eyes, pain searing through your body as if you’d just run a marathon without breathing. You felt tired, deprived of oxygen. As fast you’d come to your senses, as fast would you be able to fall asleep again you felt like. But you fought. You wanted to ask what had happened. How long were you out for.

You winced and slowly opened your eyes, seeing both your brother and boyfriend on each side of you. And you were thankful to have them, considering your parents had left on vacation with Max a couple of days prior to this. ‘Steve?’ You croaked out and he looked up from playing with your fingers. ‘Hey stranger.’ He said, eyes red and filling up with tears a little bit. ‘I love you.’ You said immediately, not knowing what came over you to say that in front of your brother but you didn’t care. He kissed the back of your hand, squeezing it lightly as he mouthed ‘I love you too.’ Probably not wanting Billy to beat his ass. Billy, however, saw the exchange between you two and couldn’t help but smile. You really had Harrington wrapped all around your little finger.

‘You both make me feel sick.’ Billy exclaimed, not being able to wipe the grin off of his face. You jokingly glared at him but the nurse walking into your room stopped you from making a snarky remark. ‘How are you feeling sweetie?’ ‘I’m okay thank you. Still a bit tired but I’ve been worse. The boys and the nurse all smiled at your response, you’d just been bitten by a poisonous snake yet here you were taking it like a champ. ‘So this is the second dosage of the antivenom.’ She said as she started injecting the medication into your IV line.

As the nurse was taking your vitals you started getting an itch in the back of your throat. Steve started pouring some water for you but the nurse stopped him, keeping a close eye on your behavior as the coughing got worse and worse.

You felt like your lungs were on fire and all the oxygen available was being used to fuel the flames. You zoned out, not really sure what was happening other than the horrifying feeling of the life slipping out of you. The boys were ushered out of the room as the nurse called out into the hallway: ‘CODE BLUE.’

Immediately all available nurses stormed into your room, leaving the two boys out in the hallway traumatized and terrified.

Panic and terror visible on their faces as they witnessed another nurse push in a crash cart.

But the doctor said you were going to be fine?

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Teacher AU

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Chapter 3: Billy’s Perspective

Things seemed to change between them after that.

They say hello more often and talk for a bit before Steve needs to go get Stephanie or Billy needs to get Isaac back home before it gets to dark outside for him to play.

Billy thinks about the first time he saw Steve Harrington once again after 7 years of not seeing the now man that his heart must’ve stopped beating in his chest for at least 30 seconds when those gorgeous Bambi eyes looked at him in surprise, while he stood there will his son.

Billy remembered the last time he saw Steve before him, and Robin disappeared from Hawkins just days after he’d finally graduated from that shit show of a high school.

Heather had just told him that she was moving to Chicago with her newest girlfriend, and if Billy wanted a new place to go, a change of scenery that he could tag along with them if he wanted,

So he did,

But,

He wishes he could go back and tell himself, to shake himself silly, to just tell Steve how he feels because it would be a whole 7 years before they saw one another again, and it only happened because Heather died. And, Billy, and especially Isaac needed a change of scenery after 3 years of staying in Chicago, so they moved to California, the same state that Steve had gone too but Billy didn’t know where exactly he’d gone. All Billy knew was that California would be a positive change for them both.

And Billy enrolled his adopted son, the same one that still called him daddy, even though he’d only helped with the artificial insemination, and was never meant to be called that by the actual carbon copy of himself, but,

He enrolled him in a new school, in their new town that was by the beach he missed so much, and unknowingly left his son with Steve fucking Harrington.

When he went to pick the kid up from school that day it was the last thing he ever expected, and when his eyes met with big honey brown ones, he knew that he was still gone for the man. The man who was wearing the dorkiest yellow sweater that looked sinful on him. And had glasses on his pretty face, who looked just as surprised to see him as Isaac separated himself from where he was glued to Steve’s side and ran to him in excitement,

And,

That’s how Billy found out who Mr. H was, like the last name Harrington was so popular that it didn’t click that morning when he dropped Isaac off.

As Isaac told him all about the immense fun, he had had that day with ‘Mr. H!’ and that he got to play with glitter and paint Billy a picture and made friends. Billy smiled at his son, and kept his attention on the man interacting with at least twenty other children the same age, and waving goodbye to their parents,

And couldn’t help but look on in fond amusement at how well, he was doing with them. In the controlled chaos that was all of these children, Steve looked so comfortable and incredibly soft, it made Billy want.

Made him want bad.

When his last student ran to her mother, Steve’s eyes finally made their way back to Billy’s, and he thought he was going to have a heart attack right there, because he was walking towards him, because he was supposed to meet with his sons new teacher,

Which apparently was Steve Harrington, the man who Billy had the biggest closeted angry crush on back in high school. Who decided that fighting his feelings, and beating that beautiful face in was better than just telling him how he felt because he was scared of what he father thought, and now, now he knows that it was inexcusable, and the last time that he’d saw Steve he’d given him a simple,

“Sorry, Princess.”

He’d looked fantastic.

As Steve finally got to Billy, and his full focus was on him and his son, all Billy could think about was the moles and freckles that still went down his skin and into the underneath of his sweater, and his hair is still huge, but its pulled away from his face to keep it off of his shoulders, which gave Billy the access to look at the entirety of his throat, and

Billy wanted to touch.

He wanted to bring noises out of him, and whines when he left marks all over his throat and down his collar bones. He felt like a teenager again in that moment.

“Hargrove.” Steve’s voice had filtered those thoughts into his head full force, because Steve’s cheeks were pink, and the soft redness was flowing down his neck as the blood was coming to the surface, “I didn’t know you were in California again, let alone here.”

And Billy couldn’t tell the small smile that graced his face, because Steve’s voice was soft, and had no resentment in them, he merely sounded curious, and Billy had forgotten how much he loved his voice.

“Didn’t know you were teaching Harrington.”

And that was a goddamn lie.

Of course, he knew Steve was teaching, Max had fucking told him that, because she was friends with him on Facebook and of course all the other little shits were still on contact with Steve. He was like their extra parent, followed him around like little ducklings.

And he spoke highly of Isaac and Billy had to try and not puff his chest out because Isaac was an outgoing kid and made friends fairly well. Hearing Steve talk about his son, who he’d just met this morning with such positivity was making him proud.

Steve’s flush continued as they said goodbye,

“See you later Harrington.”

He’d make good on that promise.

He really should’ve saw it coming that he was eventually going to see Steve outside of just picking up Isaac from school. Even though that was genuinely the highlight of his sad pining filled days, of watching Steve look delicious,

The grocery store was the last place he expected it.

With Isaac in tow he’d went and planned to get their surplus of groceries for the week because Isaac was growing rapidly and was eating everything, and Billy ate a lot anyways, so shopping was a necessity at least once a week.

So, when his son took off from his side overly excited and shouting ‘Mr. H!’ at the top of his lungs he felt an unwarranted nervousness and excitement about seeing him outside of the comfort zone he’d inserted Steve into.

When he rounded into the aisle that his son went down, he found his child clinging to Steve’s leg as he balanced himself, likely to keep from falling over. Cradling a baby in his arms.

And his stomach bottomed out, suddenly he felt the need to throw up, because the child in his arms looked exactly like him. Giant brown hair, expression of sunshine all over her face. Letting out an excited scream at being moved around.

There was no doubt that this was Steve’s baby.

He prioritized his son and scolded him for running off while Steve laughed softly at his son’s excitement simply because he saw him in public.

Hearing Steve laugh made his brain filter to only that for a moment as those brown eyes looked at him,

“Billy.”

And Steve had decided that they were on a first name basis apparently because Billy wasn’t exactly prepared to hear his first name come out of that pretty mouth. He was in the cereal aisle at the grocery store for god sakes. He just couldn’t help himself as he watched those lips form his name for the first time in years as he replied,

“Steve.”

While he was having a challenge to continue the conversation his son had no issues when he’d asked,

“Is that your baby Mr. H?”

He watched as the happiest smile he’d ever seen take over Steve’s face, and he decided that he wants to keep that expression there forever, and felt a pang of jealously for whoever got to see him smile like that, for the mere mention of the baby in his arms,

“Yes, this is Stephanie.”

Stephanie

Of course, he would.

Steve and Stephanie Harrington.

It made the old Billy want to say something nasty, but he couldn’t bring himself to take that smile away as he spoke to his son in a way that made Billy’s heart beat a bit faster and his chest feel tight, as the jealously continued to unfurl through his belly.

He couldn’t take his eyes away from the little girl, as she made the cutest noises at Isaac’s excitement as he spoke to her. He had reached his hand out, and she didn’t even hesitate to grab on to his finger with her whole fist, and it made Billy sad that he wasn’t apart of this life that Steve had created.

It was no one’s fault but his own.

All he could say was,

“She’s adorable.”

She looked so much like him. Even though she had green eyes, that were beautiful, and most likely a trait she had gotten from her mother, the size of them and the shape were all Steve. They were huge, and he’d told him as much,

Got to watch in satisfaction as the blush went down his neck again.

“Exactly the same.”

He listened as Steve spoke on the phone to Robin, before that foolish hope entered his chest when Steve told him,

“Avery, her mom wasn’t ready, and I was I guess, she’s all mine.”

Many different emotions flood through his veins, he’s doing this all by himself. He lives with Robin, not Avery, the child’s mother. These thoughts round in his brain as Steve continues to stare at him, looking straight into his eyes conveying simple words that he doesn’t have to say out loud.

I’m not with anyone right now

And neither are you.

When Billy received full custody of Isaac, the boy was two years old.

He’d only seen the boy every so often and was being referred to as Uncle Billy, something that he was comfortable with during the time that the boy was in both of his mother’s custody.

After he found out the news of Heather and Rachels accident, he was worried about Isaac’s safety and allowed himself to cry as he cradled the small boy a couple of days later for the loss of his friends and his now son’s family.

He wasn’t prepared for the difficulty that came with raising a child but was willing to do anything that made the boy happy in his new home and tried to make him comfortable.

The first time that Isaac called him daddy, he dropped a plate on the floor in surprise.

Overtime, and after they grieved together, Billy decided that they needed to move back home and took Isaac to California so the boy would be able to get a fresh start that didn’t linger the death of his parents over his head everywhere he went.

The boy didn’t really understand the idea of death and the grieving process, but now understood that his mothers weren’t coming back home.

Billy was right to assume that the move to California would be beneficial for the both of them. They spent the days that Billy was off work at the beach and playing in the yard of the home Billy bought them both.

For the first time since he’d left Hawkins, California felt like he was home, in place where he belonged. A place where he felt safe and didn’t need to worry about the idea of his father ruining his life anymore.

Billy accidentally asks Steve out on a date three weeks later.

Specifically, he asks Steve to come over to their home for dinner.

He doesn’t even realize what he had exactly said until Steve is looking at him with a silly gleeful expression and then proceeds to give him his phone number after taking the phone Billy had held out for him and typing it in himself, then leans over in front of the school on a Friday in front of anyone who is left without a care in the world and kisses Billy on the cheek, slides the phone back into his hand, tells Isaac to have a fun weekend and walks away.

Fuck.

This is the best and worst thing that ever happened to him.

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yikesharringrove · 4 years

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Hey could you do one where Steve is completely falling apart over the whole Upside Down thing and he has like a fwb thing with Billy and Billy is never usually affectionate or anything but he catches Steve having like a nightmare or a breakdown or something and he comforts him?

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Steve and Billy started fucking the night the gate closed.

Of course, Billy didn’t know that had happened. All he knew was that he showed up at that freaky house and Steve had said look man, I’ll do anything to get you to get back in that car, and go the fuck home Hargrove and Billy had smirked and said I’ll be waiting, Pretty Boy, and he got in his car, and went the fuck home, while Steve led the kids through certain death and somehow came out the other side.

When Steve got home, itching for a shower, Billy was dozing in the front seat of his car. He rolled his eyes, banging on the top to wake him up.

Billy followed him inside, not asking about the soot and goop on his clothes, the dead look in his eyes as Billy pounded him into the mattress.

It became a thing, Billy coming over to Steve’s, fucking him silly, and then getting dressed silently, slipping out the door, leaving Steve with his nightmares.

It’s always worse on the nights Billy has been there, giving Steve a reprieve from the horror of his life, letting him feel good, wanted, comforted, but then he’s brought back into reality, soothing himself through the nightmares as best as he can.

Until one night, Billy flops off of him and just, lays there.

Steve doesn’t really know what to do with himself, sits against the headboard as Billy falls asleep.

When Billy starts spending the night, he starts to notice something, odd.

He’s never seen Steve sleep.

Billy always falls asleep first, tired after doing all the fuckin’ work for this pillow princess. But if he startled at night, blinked himself awake before dawn, Steve would always be awake, sitting at an odd angle against the headboard, eating dry cereal in the kitchen, smoking out on the front porch, never the back.

Billy just wants him to sleep. He always looks like shit at school dark circles under his eyes, dozing off in class.

Billy wants to see the way he sleeps, if he talks, kicks out, snuffles, does other cute shit.

He’s been gone on Harrington since he first laid eyes on the soft bastard in the halls of Hawkins High, giggling at Nancy, giving her those big eyes Billy lov-liked so much.

So he started sleeping over. Not cuddling or anything, but after cumming all over Steve’s ass, he’ll roll over and plant himself next to Steve who would smile at him softly, and trot of to the bathroom to clean himself up.

The penny dropped on a cool March night. Billy had brought out some new tricks, had made Steve ride him all night, and Steve was coming off of two nights of no sleep, so when he slumped on top of Billy, he fell asleep right there, right on Billy.

Billy was in Heaven. Steve was cooing in his sleep, making all these soft little noises. Billy was drinking them all in, noticed when they began to sour, when the happy sounds turned into whimpers.

Panicked groans gave way into screams. Steve was writhing, thrashing about, shouting no, no, NO. Telling someone to get behind me! Hands grasping out for something.

Billy was at a loss. The first time Steve falls asleep with him he has what appears to be a horrible fucking nightmare.

He shakes Steve’s shoulder, moves him aggressively, shouts Harrington at him.

That’s apparently the wrong move.

Steve lashes out, Billy barely dodging the blow, rolling on top of Steve, pinning his arms down.

“Harrington! You’re having a nightmare!” Steve’s eyes flew open, looking around the room, eyes panicked. He met Billy’s eyes, and whimpered, immediately starting sobbing.

“I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t, I usually don’t sleep when you’re, when you’re here. I didn’t want you to know.” Billy rolled off of him, pulling Steve in close, put Steve’s head in his neck, shushed him gently, rubbing his hands softly down Steve’s back.

It took Steve a long time to calm down, for the tears to stop flowing, the whimpers to stop.

“That happen often?” He felt Steve nod against his chest.

“Most, most nights.” Billy just kissed the top of his head.

“Pretty Boy, what the fuck? You have nightmares like that most nights?”

“Yeah, but it’s, it’s not a big deal-”

“Yes, it is a big deal. That’s not good for you. Have you always had nightmares?”

“No they, they started last year. When Barb, when Barb drowned.”

“Wait, I thought she dies in like a chemical leak or something.” Steve swallowed.

“Not, not exactly.” His head spun as he thought of a lie he could tell, a convincing one. “She got exposed to whatever it was but then she, I had a party, and she-I was inside, I was in here, and she drowned and I can’t even look at the pool anymore and-” he took a sharp breath, tears coming back into his eyes. “And the night, the night with all the kids, we got, we got attacked by a bunch of fucking dogs, and I had to, had to beat ‘em all with a fucking bat, and once, with Nancy and Jonathan, we all almost fucking died and they, I think they would’ve if I hadn’t, if the bat hadn’t been right there, and sometimes, I just, what if I was too slow, or too scared, or if, if-” He broke down again, Billy cooing softly in his ear, I’m right here, Stevie, it’s okay, I’ve got you.

“You weren’t though. The kids are all fine, no dog bites, and you weren’t too slow or too scared, obviously because everyone is fine, and that girl drowning, that, that wasn’t your fault. She probably like, passed out due to the chemicals and then fell into the pool or something it was not your fault.”

Steve was shaking against him. This was so new to Billy. Was use to Steve being bratty, being cocky and egging him on until he held him down. He was not ready to see this vulnerable side, this protector who was, a mess.

“Have you ever talked to anyone about this?”

“Fucking who, Billy? Who can I tell? Because, i had to sign those fucking NDAs, and, and the kids can’t know I’m like this and Nancy and Jonathan, they have each other, and I have, I have no one. No one gives a fuck about me. My own parents barely even acknowledge I exist, and only then it’s just when my dad calls to tell me that I’m a failure, an embarrassment, and to get a job because I can’t work for him because I’m not going to college, can’t go to college, with my shitty grades and no good brain.”

It was a lot for Billy. Steve was babbling. Every little thing that was stressing him out, it was pouring outta his mouth, right onto billy’s chest.

“Pretty Boy, that’s not true. Maybe, maybe you can’t talk to the kids, I mean, they’re kids, but that doesn’t mean they don’t care about you. Lots of people care about you, lots of people love you, I mean, I, I love you.”

It was silent.

Billy barely breathed as Steve brought his head up, tear-stained face staring at him in the moonlight.

“You, you what?”

“I love you.” Steve’s face split into a grin, a tearful beautiful brilliant grin.

“Thank God. I, I thought I was the only one.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I love you, Bill and I was, I thought you only wanted sex, so I was trying, trying not to.” Billy barked a wild laugh.

“I was goin’ the exact same shit, Stevie. You mean to tell me we could’ve been in love this whole time?”

When Steve laughed it was watery, but it was also joyful. It made Billy’s heart soar.

“Maybe I’m not the only mess here.” Billy just took his face, pulled him close enough to kiss him, to lick into his mouth, to smile and laugh against each other and to let themselves be happy, be in love like a coupla messes.

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pretty-bois · 5 years

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she’s got you

Not that he hadn’t expected it coming at some point, but people got suspicious. Things were written on stall doors in the bathrooms, and Billy was scared. Scared of people finding out, scared of the ostracism, scared of Neil hearing about it through the grapevine (a very short, very direct grapevine in such a small town as Hawkins, Indiana).

He and Steve were careful—are careful.

So incredibly careful, in fact, they really thought that they had convinced everyone that they were just friends. Originally, the plan had been to continue to pretend to hate each other, but that turned out to be impossible. Every time they’re around one another they can’t help but share little glances or smiles, so if they’re friends, at least those things make sense. Apparently though, some people saw past it all. Or maybe someone just hates one or both of them enough to start a rumor that could potentially ruin them.

But it doesn’t matter what specifically happened.

There were whispers, and Billy was determined to stop them before they morphed into shouts.

He had visited Steve one late, late night. Parked far down the street to conceal his intentions from any possible curious onlookers, he walked fast with his head down. The best thing about Steve’s house (aside from the obvious—parents gone nearly every weekend) is that it’s surrounded by big houses filled with old people. There’s not a soul who’d know him or care enough to wonder what he‘s doing on Steve Harrington’s street at such an hour. Billy’s grateful for that. There have even been some very early mornings when he’s walked back to his car and been cheerily greeted by an old man out jogging.

Billy really likes Steve’s house.

But on that specific night, he was nervous walking up to the huge front door. Ringing the doorbell and wringing his hands, he stood and waited for just a second before Steve pulled the door open with a bright smile.

“Hey,” Steve said. Billy sometimes hates how he melts every time Steve speaks. Other times, he really likes feeling all warm and melty inside. . .

Not that he’d tell anyone that. Ever. If that got back to Max, he’d never live it down.

“Hi,” he was breathless, but not surprised by it. It’s just what Steve does to him.

They had made their way through the brightly lit house up to Steve’s room, sitting side by side on his bed.

“Said you wanted to talk. What’s up?” Steve had asked with a comforting hand on Billy’s leg.

Billy had explained.

Steve had gotten upset at first. He didn’t understand. He didn’t get it.

But being with Steve changed Billy for the better, so he was patient with him. He assured Steve that that wasn’t the end, that he wasn’t breaking up with him. They didn’t need to stop interacting in public if things worked out. . . They may even be able to see each other more. He told Steve that he needed this. And Steve was always allowed to refuse, Billy made sure that he knew that, but he also made sure to stress how hard things would be for them if they had to go with Billy’s plan B.

So in the end, instead of choosing a path of no interaction and fake fighting, Steve agreed to get a girlfriend. A real girlfriend.

It’s now been a few weeks since Steve found a girl. A blonde, with blue eyes.

Billy finds it hard to see them walking through the halls hand in hand. To see Steve crowd her against her locker and kiss her sweetly, the same way he does to Billy when they’re alone.

But Billy had told him to make it believable. Told him to do whatever he needs to do. He gave him complete permission, so long as he comes home to Billy every night.

Even Billy has to admit that there are some perks to the arrangement, though. Now Steve and Billy can be seen in public together. They can go to movies and hang out at parties and actually talk in class. They’re finally free to interact without the entire school watching and waiting for them to start having sex in the middle of English class.

But sometimes the bad outweighs the good. Like when they’re sitting together at lunch and Steve’s girlfriend comes over and situates herself on Steve’s lap, smiling innocently at Billy. He knows he can’t hate her, it’s not her fault. He also knows that Steve isn’t happy with the arrangement. Steve sighs (a distressed sound easily mistaken for a content one) with a pained look in his eyes as he plasters on a smile and wraps his arms around her waist, kissing her hair and calling her beautiful.

Billy just twists the ring on his finger. Steve’s class ring, though no one knows that because as soon as Steve had gotten it he handed it directly over to Billy and told him to wear it every day.

And Billy had. And he’ll keep wearing it for as long as Steve wants him to. It helps remind him that Steve cares.

Every time he sees Steve tuck her hair behind her ear, he just thinks of Steve doing the same to him.

When he lifts her and spins her around in the halls, Billy remembers the one time Steve tried to do that to him and they fell over laughing into a heap on the floor.

When they kiss, he thinks about Steve’s lips on his own.

When Steve has to spend his Friday nights with her, Billy waits at home for him to come tapping on his bedroom window. He’s patient, listening to their favorite records while he counts down the minutes.

Steve can never stay long, Billy doesn’t allow it. Sometimes, Billy can only open the window long enough to stick his head out and kiss Steve until they’re both dizzy and whispering “I love you’s” before the glass and Steve’s girl can separate them again.

But Billy’s willing to wait longer that that for Steve. His Stevie. His King Steve.

Every night before bed he unfolds the worn picture of a certain brown haired boy that he carries with him everywhere. The one with the writing on the back with the endearment that‘s kept special for only Billy:

I’m always here, baby. We’ll be okay.

~Your Pretty Boy

Billy’s Pretty Boy. Steve’s Baby.

Sure it’s hard, maybe it hurts, but it’s necessary. And even though she has Steve. . .

She really doesn’t, does she?

(based on the song She’s Got You by Patsy Cline)

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lordofthenerds97 · 5 years

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Fandom: Stranger Things Pairing: None, Billy specific oneshot Warnings: A N G S T you have been warned, please read at your own discretion for feels and extreme sadness Masterlist

Billy stumbled into the phone booth, his boots squishing beneath his feet. His breath came in short ragged gasps as he fumbled to lift the phone. His slime slicked hands shook as he punched in the numbers, his whole body crumbling against the side of the booth. He closed his eyes, his mind trying to process what had happened.

Was it even real?

“Help me…” he whispered quietly when the operator picked up.

“Sir, what is the emergency?”

Billy’s mind raced as he tried to figure out what to say. Deep down, he knew no one would believe him if he told them what happened. But every instinct he had was screaming at him to tell the truth, to beg them to help, to beg them to believe that he wasn’t crazy.

“Help me…”

~*~*~*~

Billy stumbled through the doors, trying to make his way to the lifeguard stand. If he could get there, he could get ahold of himself.

The sun beat down on him, overheating his already feverish body. His vision blurred as he squinted in the light, trying to just make it up the ladder. He heard a voice in his head that didn’t belong to him, felt something deep in his bones that was trying to take control.

Just let me in, Billy. Stop fighting. It will be so much easier for you.

His hand wrapped around the side of the ladder; his knuckles almost white from him trying to keep his balance.

“Help me…” he whispered, trying not to choke on his words.

Sweat poured from his body as he climbed the ladder, slowly and painfully. When he finally got himself to the top, he let out a ragged sigh of relief. His eyes scanned the area, a pleading expression in them. But they were hidden behind his glasses. He couldn’t tell anyone. They would all think he had lost it. So, he suffered in silence, trying to convince himself that he wasn’t crazy.

~*~*~*~

He faced the wall in the supply room, his eyes scanning the wall of chemicals. He reached for one without knowing what he needed it for, just knowing that he needed it.

Relax, Billy. Don’t fight it. The longer you resist, the harder it will be.

The voice in his head kept getting louder and it was getting harder to fight the impulses he had. But he paused when he heard her voice.

“Billy?”

He turned, his eyes darkening when he saw her. She kept talking, but Billy wasn’t able to make out what she was saying. All he could hear was the voice in his head that didn’t belong to him.

She’ll be perfect. Take her, Billy. We need her.

He screwed his eyes shut and with the last bit of resolve and control he had, he diverted the involuntary swing he took towards the wall. Just that little bit of effort took every ounce of his energy. He couldn’t fight it anymore. And when he spoke, he didn’t even recognize his own voice.

“Stay away from me, Karen.”

He stalked out of the room, chemicals in hand, and his eyes forward. And just like that, he wasn’t the one in control any more.

Help me…

~*~*~*~

Billy sat on the floor of the shower, letting the ice cold water run over him. His hair hung in his face, the wet curls stuck to his forehead as he stared at the empty wall in front of him.

What are you?

I’m you, Billy. Just…improved.

He blinked once, raising his eyes slightly when he heard a voice. He could feel his body trembling, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or from the terror that was coursing through his veins.

“What?” he choked out. His eyes pleaded with the young woman in front of him, begging her to see him, to see his pain.

“I said, are you okay?”

He blinked again. And it was like he was watching a movie. He could see exactly what was happening. He could feel it. But he was powerless to stop it. He watched as his body lunged forward, his hand wrapping around Heather’s throat and lifting her off the ground. He saw the fear in her expression, the way she tried desperately to claw at his hand. He could even feel his features twist into a wicked smirk.

But he couldn’t do anything about it.

Help me…

There’s no one here to help you, Billy.

~*~*~*~

The heat was excruciating. His jeans stuck to his legs and the sweat poured off his body, mixing with the black ooze that was seeping from his wounds. He could hear the voice inside his head screaming, begging for the pain to stop. He was sitting in the middle of the floor in the sauna, still fighting the control over him.

“Please, Max…” he said. “I’ve done things…really bad things…he made me do it…I never meant to do it, I swear!”

His voice was masked by choked sobs and salty tears as he rocked to and fro, his hands together as he looked up at his sister. He could see the pity on her face. He could tell that she was willing to help him. “Please Max, you have to believe me, I didn’t mean to…”

Her hand pressed against the glass and her voice was a soft reassurance, something that gave Billy the slightest glimmer of hope.

“I believe you, Billy.”

And that was all it took for the monster to once again regain control. He growled as he stood up, running towards the door and throwing his head through the glass. He heard himself yelling at the group of kids, but what he was saying barely registered.

Please, not her. Not Max. Not my sister…please…

He heard their screams as he was suddenly lifted off the ground and thrown through the wall. He saw the girl with the bloody nose standing over him. He tried to scream, tried to beg for her help. But he was trapped.

Please! Please help me! I know you can!

Quiet, Billy. No one can hear you scream.

~*~*~*~

The engine rumbled in front of him, his foot heavy on the gas as he revved it. His grip on the steering wheel was white knuckled, a twisted sneer on his face.

Why? Why are you doing this?

There was no answer.

He could see the kids in front of him, see them struggle to start the car. It was his fault. He had watched as he ripped out the belts, knowing they wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. He had watched as his hands tried to grab ahold of Max, hold her down, and force her to become one of the Flayed.

Don’t make me kill them. Please…anyone but them.

This isn’t your decision.

He could feel his foot get heavy on the gas as he shifted gears, the Camaro taking off with squealing tires.

NO! Stop!

He did everything he could to even turn the wheel a fraction of an inch so that he would avoid them. But he couldn’t do it.

He was jarred to the side, his head hitting the door when another car suddenly collided with him, slamming him out of the way. With hazy vision, he looked over to see Steve Harrington climbing out of a yellow convertible, looking just as war torn as he was.

Thank you, Steve.

He could feel the pain his body was enduring, but the relief that flooded his mind gave him something else to focus on. And as he climbed out of the now destroyed car, he knew it was going to be the end.

Help her, Steve. Save her. Save my sister.

~*~*~*~

Billy watched through his eyes as he hovered over the girl, who he now knew as El, holding her arms above her head to keep her in place. But…something was different.

She touched his face lightly, her fingertips skimming over his skin.

That seemed to break whatever hold the voice in his head had on him. He looked up at the monster hovering above them, hearing the angry screams in the back of his mind. His eyes swiveled back to the girl beneath him. Tears mixed with blood that ran down her face. And he knew. He knew she had saved him.

And he was going to do everything he could to protect them.

With a determined grunt, he staggered to his feet, a grateful and sympathetic look in his eyes as he turned away from her. He faced the monster, fists clenched at his sides, ready for a fight.

He knew he wasn’t going to come out of it alive. But if it meant he could protect them, protect his sister, then he knew it was going to be worth it.

~*~*~*~

He lay on the ground, the pain unbearable as Max gently cradled his head. Blood spilled from his mouth as he coughed, looking up at her. He had so many things he wanted to say, so many things he needed her to know. But he didn’t have the strength to say it.

He knew the pain and suffering that he had caused; he was conscious of it all. But he couldn’t do anything about it. He knew what he had done, and he knew everyone hated him for it. He didn’t blame them. He even hated himself. But the fact that he was able to protect them gave him a small bit of comfort.

So as Max brushed the hair out of his face, telling him it would be okay when they both knew it wouldn’t, he managed to choke out two words.

“I’m…sorry…”

Help me, Max.

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