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static-fucking-mess · 3 months

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Eddie couldn't help himself. He stared at Billy Hargrove sometimes; the gorgeous curls and wild grin lit something inside of him the first time Eddie had ever laid eyes on him.

Billy's plush lips sucking in the smoke from his Marlboro reds, broad shoulders, tight jeans. Eddie couldn't help himself from focusing on the way Billy's tongue flashed out to wet his lips as the smoke billowed off into the sky from his nose.

Billy washed into Hawkins and Eddie's life like a hurricane from California. His loud car, crashing music, and Eddie knew just from catching sight of him once that he wanted to know everything about him. He imagined if he got close enough he'd still be able to smell the ocean air on his sun kissed skin. He wanted to know his favorite bands, his thoughts on media, God he'd even sit through talking about cars if it meant Billy would look his way. (It wasn't like he wasn't interested, just that his own knowledge was limited to keeping his dinosaur of a van alive, and he didn't want to sound like an idiot. Not in front of Billy.)

Everything about Billy attracted Eddie to him. Eddie Munson had never considered himself shy. Fuck, he was a bit awkward about social boundaries, but he'd never felt shy before. Then, there were rarely ever new people that came to Hawkins to stay. And Billy made it clear that he had no intention of staying. Hawkins was small, and desperately choking on its shallow gene pool, in Eddie's opinion. Fresh faces were hard to find, especially ones that were willing to look his way, after all.

Billy hadn't been willing. To look his way, that was. He took to the social hierarchy like a wrecking ball, and sent it all asunder. King Steve seemed no more, Tommy and Carol seemed to fight more amongst themselves these days instead of making biting remarks at others. But Billy? He still wouldn't spare a breath on Eddie the Freak Munson.

Eddie had tried once.

He'd been utterly tongue tied in approaching Billy, picking at his sleeve. The two stood awkwardly behind the school dumpsters as they had their smoke break. Eddie's hand shook as he rolled his wrist, searching for the right words that refused to come.

"I really— I mean... fuck— sorry. Hold on. Uh—"

Billy's cool gaze slid up from where his zippo burned the cherry of his cigarette. He flicked his wrist to close his lighter before he tucked it away, utterly unimpressed. Eddie would probably be unimpressed with himself too. But damn; Billy Hargrove was a God carved of marble and gold, blessed by California sun. Eddie was a home grown weed from an Indiana backyard. His brown hair frizzy, unkempt, and his skin a touch oily from his aversion to water. It wasn't like he skipped showers because he wanted to. But in that moment Eddie felt painfully aware that Billy Hargrove was miles out of his league.

"Beat it," Billy grumbled at him. "I'm not in the business of making friends with people like you," he hissed. Those beautiful blues steeling into something dangerous that made Eddie's insides go cold. He swallowed back his words and the shaking in his hand seemed to intensify.

"No um... no that's. Fair. People like me?" Eddie inquired, head tipping a bit. He wanted to know just what part of his stigma had reached Billy first. He'd seen the saints necklace dangling in the open neck of his shirt. "The Satan worshipper? The freak?"

"Queers," Billy snapped. He looked at Eddie like a hostile and wild animal. Like his smiles were more reflective of the animal kingdom than the humanity he bore to charm others. Eddie swallowed dry air and dropped his gaze? Putting his cigarette out under his shoe.

"Right," Eddie affirmed. Billy had seen the way the guy looked at him. It was impossible to miss those dark, chocolate doe eyes when they lingered on him. It tickled the inside of Billy's ribs something real funny when he noticed Eddie in class. Distracted, but gazing his way like he was looking at art in a museum.

Billy was used to people lusting after him. He was hot, and god he knew it. He utilized it more often than he probably should have, but his good genetics in the physical appearance department had gotten him into, and out of a lot of trouble.

But Eddie wasn't lusting.

Eddie looked like he was trying to figure him out. Wondering at him. And that was dangerous. Because Billy had caught himself wondering too. What calloused hands would feel like holding down his wrists, or what those pouty lips would feel like stealing the breath off his. Thoughts like that were what had led to them having to leave California. Thoughts that turned to action, action that had made Neil so angry that he gave Billy two options:

Leave California, and the boy behind...

Or go to Summer Camp.

The two seemed like impossible evils to wrestle with. And in the end, with defeat, Billy had chosen to leave his home behind. It had hurt more that the boy had moved on before Billy could even explain himself. He swore, man or woman, he wouldn't date. Dating just brought trouble. Laying roots was dangerous. Ripping them free just hurt more.

So, he broke Eddie's heart before it had the chance to bloom. So he thought.

Nearing the beginning of November, Billy struggled one morning to light his cigarette. Shivering from the cold, and possibly the pain in his ribs. The pain that curled up through him and reminded him that defiance tasted like iron and copper on every breath in.

"Here—" the voice was steeped in sweet honey. Eddie lit his cigarette for him, and Billy flicked his eyes up to meet with Eddie's.

Eddie cupped his hands around Billy's while the cigarette dangled from his lips. Eddie rubbed his rough hands over Billy's to warm them, breathing softly over them to fight away the frost and chill in the air. Billy stood stiff and still like the early frost had taken root in him.

Eddie gazed up at Billy and offered him a smile, almost sheepish as he stepped away. He mourned the loss of that warmth as soon as it was gone, the fleeting action stirring something inside that Billy didn't want to fan the flames of.

"Shit, sorry," Eddie snorted. "I'm kind of a touchy guy, and uh. Social boundaries? Not my strong suit."

Billy chuffed, shaking his head before he took his cigarette loosely between two fingers and spat onto the pavement.

"Don't fucking touch me, freak," he hissed to Eddie. His frustration sizzling as his voice lacked the ire he wanted it to have. He wanted Eddie to flinch and run. But he didn't. Instead he just... shrugged his shoulders, unbothered, and turned away to smoke his own cigarette.

The next time Billy had contact with Eddie, it happened so quickly that Eddie wasn't even sure what had happened. It was just something small. Something... simple. But as they passed in the hall, Tommy had shoulder checked Eddie hard enough to knock him on his ass, laughing like he was looking for Billy's approval. That was not what happened.

The loud crash against the lockers had startled Eddie back to himself from the position he was in on the floor.

Billy had Tommy pinned to the lockers, speaking to him in a low and deeply venomous tone.

"Hands off, Hagan. The only person who gets to mess with the freak is me," he snarled.

Eddie wondered what that meant, but it felt like stepping closer to a warm fire in a way. He knew Damm well it might be dangerous to get too close. But Eddie didn't mind the way Billy burned. He wanted to be caught in the rush of Billy's storm.

Eddie had held that warm feeling in his chest for a while. It felt like a glow, and it was something that made him look Billy's way, even when he was shoved against lockers, shoulder checked in the hall, or had his books knocked out of his hands. Eddie always caught it.

The smile that wasn't mocking, even when Billy would insult him. It was like he couldn't put the same vitriol in it that he used to.

"Freak" felt more like a term of endearment. "Loser" felt like an invitation to squabble. And God did Eddie take every chance to bicker with Billy Hargrove.

Mid December, their words had turned into a tussle.

"You wouldn't dare—" Eddie had invited, grinning at Billy who had every intention of dumping Eddie into a snowbank.

"I think you need to cool it," Billy had snarked back, looking less than threatening with his red beanie on his head, puff ball and all. It had been Eddie's. The beanie. But Eddie hadn't said a word about the gloves, scarf, and hat he'd left in Billy's locker after he had noticed that the boy from California didn't have clothes suited for Indiana winter.

"Don't do it, Billy," Eddie laughed.

"Do what? I don't have any idea what you're talking about," Billy said back, casual as he took a step closer.

It happened, in a crash of flailing limbs and shrieking laughter. Billy saw Eddie for the first time. He saw the bright smile that was punctuated by dimples on either side. He saw the way Eddie's fuzzy hair fanned out in the snow as he was dumped into the snow bank, and god he couldn't help but notice the way flakes stuck in his eyelashes. His cheeks and ears red from the cold; Eddie wasn't wearing gloves, a hat, or a scarf. He'd given up his warm clothes to keep Billy warm.

And that sure made something inside Billy warmer than the sun in California ever could.

It was mid January when a knock resonated number 12 at the forest hills trailer park. It brought Eddie out of dozing. The alarm clock read an ugly 2am back at him that made him groan.

He pulled himself up and out of bed as the knock grew more irritated and insistent, swiping his hands down over his tired face.

"Jesus christ, I'm coming! Fucking relax!" He bellowed. Eddie shoved his feet into his slippers and shuffled to the front door, ripping it open.

"My hours end at 11 pm on week... nights..." the irritation in Eddie's voice gave way to a shocked whisper as he was met with a ghastly sight before him.

Billy Hargrove standing on his porch, braced against the side of the trailer to stop any swaying. It looked like he had bruises littering half of his face, and Eddie imagined it was worse, with the way the bruises on his neck seemed to bloom down under his jacket.

"Hey," Eddie whispered, unsure if he could say more. When he reached to push a curl out of Billy's face, the man flinched like Eddie was about to put a knife to his throat.

Instead, Eddie put his hand on Billy's shoulder and guided him to come inside.

That was the night that Eddie learned about Neil Hargrove. It was the same night that Eddie slept, curled around Billy. Like he could protect him.

Billy slept with his nose pressed against Eddie's collarbone, sinking into the scents of cinnamon and cigarette smoke. Eddie was warm, and even though he was more elbows and knees than plush and soft... Billy felt like he fit perfectly with his head tucked under Eddie's chin. Eddie gave good hugs. Great hugs even. Enough of them that Billy felt drunk on the scent of cinnamon and the comfort of his best friend's arms.

They continued as best friends for a long time. Until the Tragedy of Starcourt. Nobody called Eddie. Nobody had thought to at first, really. With the chaos and the news of Russians under the mall— not to mention how the last week or two, Billy had been avoiding Eddie like he was a Germ.

"Get the fuck away from me—"

"Stay away from me Munson."

"Get the fuck out of my face."

"I won't warn you again, if you come near me, I'll break your fucking neck."

Eddie had been sulking about it. Well. More than sulking if he was honest. Had he cried on Wayne's shoulder? Absolutely. Did he get a speeding ticket on his way to the hospital once Max had called him? Absolutely.

Eddie stood in the doorway of Billy's hospital room, looking in on his best friend like the universe had put a knife through his heart. Billy looked barely alive. Fragile.

Eddie was one of the very few visitors that Billy got. Neil Hargrove hadn't shown his face once. Max had told him in a hushed voice that he had packed his things to leave town. Billy was a hero for saving so many people in the mall fire, and Neil still hated him. Didn't want a disabled son.

Billy woke up alone. He wasn't surprised to wake up alone, in a hospital room without a single card on his bedside. Sure, he wasn't surprised... but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. It hurt like being cracked open from the inside out. A glaring statement that told Billy Hargrove:

'You don't matter.'

Even alone, Billy stifled his sobs so he wouldn't be noticed.

"Easy tough guy," the gentle voice came from the doorway, making Billy's heart jump up into his throat. Eddie came in with the nurses, who checked his vitals and pain levels. But Billy barely noticed them. He was focused on the boy whose smile cleansed the tar clinging to his heart.

"Thought I told you to piss off," Billy snorted through his tears, managing a shaky smile.

"I've never been good at listening," Eddie replied, rubbing his hand through Billy's bed messy curls. "Can't shake me that easy, sweetheart. I thought you'd have learned that by now. That grouchy bullshit isn't gonna shake me," he assured. Eddie was determined enough to stick out the hurricane.

"You're annoying," Billy spat at him, pushing his hand away.

"And I'm determined to continue to be," Eddie replied as he snatched Billy's wrist. He slid his hand up to lace their fingers and squeeze.

"Give it time," Billy said, seemingly unimpressed. He refused to look at Eddie, only because the idiot was gazing at him like he was someone precious.

"I've got time," Eddie replied, unshaken.

"Jesus, Munson, why don't you just— just leave me the hell alone?! Why are you always," Billy's breath hitched as his voice broke. Eddie was always there. Like a balm to his wounds. He didn't flinch when Neil beat him. He opened the door or answered the call no matter how late. Eddie Munson was a rock in the hurricane, ready to weather his storm.

Billy thought back to the memories El had shown him in that pit of darkness. His mother, the beach, the waves... and the snowy December day that Billy had fallen in love with Eddie Munson.

Billy didn't resist when Eddie placed his hand on his neck, thumbing his jaw like he was brittle. Fragile. And Billy supposed he was.

"God damn," Eddie whispered, smiling at Billy with tender eyes.

"What? Quit fucking looking at me like that. Like— like... pity. Jesus or like I'm gonna break. I don't need your bullshit sympathies, or your God damn coddling, Munson."

Billy felt like a wild animal, backed into the corner of a cage. Snapping and growling at the tender hands that wanted to hold him. Especially if that monster still lurked inside him somewhere. Ready to hurt.

That fear washed away when Eddie kissed Billy's knuckles, something soft. Endearing. Billy could only hitch a sob as his forehead thudded in to rest on Eddie's collarbone. He squeezed Eddie's hand, and to his relief... Eddie squeezed back. It felt a whole lot like someone saying:

'You matter. I love you.'

And for once, Billy wasn't afraid of it being a lie.

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lighteyed · 3 months

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it's no big surprise you turned out this way

steve harrington x fem mayfield!reader

[3.7k] steve comes over for family dinner. it is absolutely not your idea.

disclaimer- no mention of blood relation to max, no physical descriptors of reader, they are sisters in any way you want them to be. trigger warning for shitty parents and billy h*rgrove. this is not a billy safe space.

dividers by @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune

thanks for reading if you do <3 enjoy teehee

You drop a kiss on Steve’s head in greeting, which he accepts with a thrilled, in-a-new-relationship, glowing smile, before dropping down beside him and subsequently dropping your news, or rather, your request that’s not really your request, on him. “Neil wants you to come over for dinner.” You tense at the utterance of your stepfather’s name, even if it’s your own mouth doing the uttering.

His smile dissipates. Only a little, but enough for you to wring your hands together. You want to scoop all the words you’d just said back out from his ears and spoon them into your mouth again. Make him forget it’d ever happened. “Like, like family dinner?” He asks. He can’t fathom a world where he sits placid across the table from Billy Hargrove and passes him the salt respectably and doesn’t end the night with his fist colliding with his face (regardless of the outcome).

“No, it’d just be you and him, he’s dying to take you out on a date,” you deadpan in response, shaking your head. Steve rolls his eyes, no malice intended. “Obviously family dinner, Steve. You, me, Max, my mom, Neil… Billy.” You force out the final name. He swears he hears your teeth grinding as you say it.

“Don’t get grouchy on me.” He reaches over and smooths out the upset crease between your brows. Your shoulders relax in response. You’re always so wound up he’s made it his mission to give you that ease he knows you crave. He’s quite good at it, on days where he can steal you away and keep your mind occupied with the lovelier things in life. But there are some things he can’t spare you from, as much as he tries.

Really, he can only keep you out of that house for so long before your family starts demanding their 17-year-old back.

For the most part you keep away. Max roams the new mall all day with her friends now that June’s here and summer’s entered Hawkins in full swing, and you drive them there with your mom’s car if she doesn’t need it for the day, or Steve drives you all there and then home again if he’s not at work already that morning. If he has work you loiter in Scoops the entire day, lugging a stack of books acquired from the library and settling in a corner booth, popping your head up once in awhile to check on him and his misery in his new position in that ridiculous uniform. You brighten his days just as much as he brightens yours. And he really, really does. (And you like the uniform, as silly as it is, for the record).

“’M not grumpy,” you deflate, pressing your forehead into his shoulder. He rubs your back in a nice, soothing way when you lean into him. Ever since he asked you out he’s been taking every excuse to touch you and you’re not complaining in the slightest. He has the softest hands you’ve ever held and they’re perpetually gentle and kind. All the love in the world encased in the hands of some boy from Hawkins, Indiana, a place you never expected to find a home in, let alone find a boy. The boy, if you thought about it long enough. Early days to be thinking about it but you did think about it. Often. For hours. You sigh quietly. “I can tell ‘em you’re busy, you don’t have to come.”

“Max knows I’m not busy,” he points out.

“She doesn’t wanna be there, either. Look, I’ll just say you can’t come-“

“But I can.”

You lift back up, wary, but hopeful. A new flower poking its petals up from the earth, tilting right toward the sun. “I don’t wanna make you miserable.”

“That’s stupid,” he scoffs. He kisses your head this time, the perfumy scent of your shampoo fogging his brain up in a nice, lovey haze. “How could you make me miserable? You’re like, the best thing I’ve ever had, by a mile.”

You smile in spite of your gloomy mood. “The fuckin’ Hargroves have an innate knack for misery.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not a Hargrove then, hm, Mayfield?” He brushes your hair away from your face and takes your chin in his hand, angling your face up properly to meet his, and he kisses you like he well and truly means it, firm and adoring. You can feel his grin seared into your mouth when you pull away, in spite of your reluctance and Steve’s attempts to pull you back in.

. “You really wanna come? It won’t be fun. It’ll probably be shitty, actually.” You ask him in a tiny, hesitant voice, too overcompensating to someone who do anything you asked of him. Having Steve there sounds better than not having him there, and better than having to explain why he’s chosen not to come, but you know it’ll be weird. Worse than weird. After what happened back in November, him and Billy go out of their way to ignore one another, and it’s so deliberate it sucks the air out of a room. And even with that, Billy still makes it a point to direct snide remarks to you about Steve every chance he gets: alone, in front of Max, in front of your parents, in front of Steve himself while pretending he’s not there. And it’s gotten worse since you admitted to your mother in confidence that you and Steve were together now, and she told Neil, and Neil told Billy. But there’s no running from being at the same dinner table as him. You know you’re asking a lot. You wouldn’t be asking if Neil hadn’t insisted. In a loud, pointed voice, with a stare that unnerved you. You’d agreed to it hurriedly after that.

“Well,” Steve leans back, playful, “want to is a bit of a stretch but I can make an exception for ya-“

“Steve-“ you groan, pushing his chest, but he laughs, pushing himself back forward, smacking another loud kiss on your mouth.

“Kidding, I’m kidding, c’mere,” his fingers grip your waist feather-light, tickling, as he laughs, and you can’t help but laugh too through your head shakes and faux-exasperated sighs.

“I’m really asking you if you want to, I know it’s a lot asking you to make nice with Billy.” You interlace your fingers with his and he places them on your lap, all big brown eyes blinking up at you affectionately. You’re a sucker for his eyes. You can tell what he’s going to say before he says it.

“Nothin’s too much for you,” he says in his sweet, low voice, another kiss pressed to your cheek, his stamp of agreeance left blazing there on your cheek.

Late into the next day he arrives on 4819 Cherry Lane, as he has so many times before, but he parks right in front and gets out this time. He doesn’t sit by the wheel waiting for you to come running out, sometimes with Max in toe, usually by yourself, breathless and beaming, ready for him to whisk you away as fast as he can without breaking a million laws. He knows it’s not the gentlemanly thing to do, having a girl come to the car by herself instead of going up and ringing her bell, and normally he would, but you insisted he didn’t, not wanting to draw attention to yourself or him, and you were already waiting outside on the front steps when he got there most of the time, anyway.

And this time, too, you get the door before he can ring the bell, almost ripping it off the hinges when you throw it open to greet him.

“Thank God,” you mutter. You go to take his hand but remembers yours is sweaty and pull back. The sweater you’re wearing is pretty, complements your eyes and complexion and your everything, and your hair is down and soft-looking. He’d run his hands through it in other circumstances. “It’s not too late to make a break for it,” you lead him into the house quietly, throwing your head back and casting a dark look down the hallway. “Just say the words and we can flee, I won’t blame you.” He’s dressed so nicely, and you don’t even have the time to properly admire him. He did his hair all perfect (he always does but you can tell he put a little extra sparkle into it tonight), he’s in his nicest jeans that mold against his legs slim and fit, his sweater is a navy blue and it’s such a good color on him you might cry. You can see effort written in everything he does, tonight especially. His desire to make a good impression rings in your heart. You want to regard him warmly and turn your gaze on him with the utmost veneration but your skin buzzes with anxiety and it feels like one large, domineering fist is clamped around your intestines.

“It’ll be fine,” he says, squeezing your hand. He doesn’t even notice that it’s sweaty, though your anxiety is palpable and he amps up his happy exterior to balance you out. He’s probably just as nervous as you are, deep down. “Parents love me.” It’s an insistent sentence. “And I’m gonna turn on my charm.” He makes a clicking sound with his mouth and snaps his fingers around a little. You stare at him, blank. Neil is rumbling around somewhere in the distance and for the time being you are utterly immune to Steve’s banter.

Not completely, but enough. “I don’t know if that’s the kinda charm we need here,” you pat his shoulder.

“But it can’t hurt,” he points out with a raised eyebrow, pointing a finger gun at you.

“Oh, it can hurt alright.” You steer him into the living room anyway. “Steve is here.”

You announce it to the open air, waiting to see who comes when you call. Your mom, immediately, rushes out of the kitchen to greet him. She’s never met one of your boyfriends before. Her greeting is enthusiastic, to say the least. And she’s a hugger. It’s nice, actually, Steve thinks, no matter how embarrassed and nervous you are, to be embraced kindly by a mother. It’s familiar, like some distant dream from a faraway past. You have your qualms with Susan, he knows that, but he knows you love her hard, and that’s why you take so much issue with the way she lets herself be treated. It’s difficult to watch you grapple with all of this, all of the time.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Steve, or Steven? Whatever you want,” she rubs his back as she takes him into the kitchen alongside you.

“Steve is great, thank you, Mrs. May-“ he clears his throat, “Mrs. Hargrove, I mean.“ It’s hard to reconcile this woman in front of him with the domineering men bearing that same last name. It’s hard to distinguish her as anything but another piece of you and Max. A good piece.

“The girls talk about you all the time,” Susan says, still smiling.

“I do not,” Max huffs as she comes out of her room, abashed. She’s in a nice outfit, too. Not as dressed down as she usually is. She tugs at her tied back hair like it hurts.

“Ma, how tight did you do her hair?” You ask, beckoning Max over.

“It pops out of every scrunchie!” Susan says, patting her on the head with such clear affection it makes Steve ache a little.

“Maxie.” You open your arms for her. She stands in front of you obediently as you loosen the hold her hair ties have on her unruly locks, smoothing them out nicely as you tie it back up again, looser.

Everything’s so nice and homey that the shift in the atmosphere is almost imperceptible when a door creaks open a bit away from you four. But it’s there. He sees you draw back into yourself, your smile, at him talking to your mom and being so sweet, at Max, at the normalcy of this moment, sliding right off your face as Neil walks into the room. You’d almost forgotten him. You could’ve stayed in a bubble with your mom and sister and beautiful boyfriend forever. But Neil comes out from the hallway, from Billy’s bedroom, and Billy follows behind, fully clothed for once, his shirt buttoned all the way up his chest, his expression dark and cloudy. His jaw is tight as his gaze fixes on Steve.

But Steve, so gracious, sticks his hand out to shake Neil’s, smiling like Neil’s spawn isn’t the worst person Steve’s ever encountered as he introduces himself. “Nice to meet you, sir. Steve Harrington.” He keeps his mouth upturned sweet and polite even when Billy snorts in the background. He doesn’t even look in his direction.

“Nice to meet you, too, Steven.” Neil’s handshake is more like a clenched fist. You stare at their clasped hands like you want to commit murder. Steven.

“Steve, not Steven,” you mutter. Max touches your arm in warning before Steve can. You can’t help it. If there’s anyone you’re defensive over besides her, it’s him.

“Steven’s fine,” he chimes in, keeping that same old good-natured Steve smile on his face. He’s too appeasing and Neil has never deserved it. He rolls his shoulders back and talks to himself in his head. Just one night. For her, for her, for her.

“It’s the name your parents gave you, of course it’s fine,” Neil claps him on the back, and you know he doesn’t mean anything by it but you and Steve both flinch. From the words and the tap alike. Neil ignores your remark completely as he continues to talk to Steve in a way that makes your skin crawl. He brings Steve over to the dining room table and the rest of you follow suit, settling in around each other. You make sure you sit next to Steve, but you second-guess it when Billy takes the straight across from him. Neil drones on. “Y’know, it’s interesting how all this time, you’ve been driving the girls around for months now, but this is the first time we’re meeting.”

Steve checks on you out of the corner of his eye. Your jaw ticks. He squeezes your knee but before he can answer, you do it for him. “He’s been busy, that’s all.”

Neil looks toward you. For once. It is not a pleasant look. “For months?” He tucks his hands under his chin.

“I know you don’t like having strangers in the house after you work,” you say, placating in a way that turns your stomach.

“That’s true,” Neil says. “Billy doesn’t seem to get the memo on that, so I’m glad someone in this house is paying attention.” The degradation of Billy at the dinner table is nothing new. And you feel bad about it. You’d feel worse if he wasn’t so nasty and hateful to everyone because of it. Neil had run into Billy’s latest flavor, Miranda Brady from your Calculus class, while she was rummaging through the fridge the other night, and he hadn’t been happy. He was polite to her until she’d been hurried out the door by Billy, and then he’d reamed into him in colorful, awful ways. Max and Susan both hadn’t been home, but it was one of those nights where you had been, and you’d lingered by your bedroom door awkwardly, making sure it didn’t get too out of hand. You weren’t sure either of them even knew you were there. Accepting the praise seems wrong. You nod stiffly.

Billy, however, turns his gaze on Steve, the first acknowledgement he’s gotten in months. “Say, Harrington, you used to be quite the ladies’ man yourself, yeah?” A sick grin creeps up on his face. Steve sees your hand tighten around your fork. You’ve barely shoveled your pasta into your mouth. Max gapes at her stepbrother, her mouth still full of food.

Steve clears his throat. “I had a steady girlfriend for about a year, actually. I’m sure you remember that.”

“Yeah, but I mean,” Billy rocks his chair back. “That’s not what they were calling you King Steve for, is it?”

You lurch forward. Steve drops his hand over your knee again. “I think it was because of the whole captain of the basketball team thing. Or the captain of the swim team thing, I can’t remember when it started. Youngest captain the Tigers had seen in a decade, actually, when I got it sophomore year.” Steve grins again and the cocky charm he possesses but hardly uses much anymore comes out to play, just for a bit. You settle down again. You eat what’s in front of you, calmly. You hear Max gulp down her own food across the table. It’s almost cartoonish.

“Max, chew first,” Susan admonishes gently.

“I am,” she retorts, but she’s inhaling everything in front of her.

Billy cuts in. “See, that’s interesting, I thought it was because you hooked up with a lot of girls. Like half the class.”

Steve doesn’t even blink. He takes a sip of his water. “I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Are you trying to upset your sister?” Neil asks him with raised eyebrows.

He goes quiet again, hardened. “No.”

“It seems like you’re trying to.”

His jaw ticks this time. “I’m not.”

“Do you remember what I said to you? About a half hour ago?”

His jaw ticks again. His eyes meet Steve’s over the table. Steve feels the merest twitch of embarrassment for him. He knows all too well what it’s like to have a dad who takes a weird sort of pleasure in berating his son. “Yes, I remember.”

You stare down at your plate, pinching the skin of your palm.

“If you remember so well, then you should stop talking.”

Billy stops talking. Neil turns to Steve again. “So, captain of two athletic teams, that’s impressive. I’m sure your college plans are impressive as well.”

Steve stutters in his answer and you hold your head aloft in your hands, suppressing a groan. Max finishes her food so fast, she’s excused from the table and gone within minutes of that conversation starting. You nearly fall out of your chair in your attempt to kick her shin under the table. She holds her hands up in her retreat while nobody’s looking, mouthing that she’s sorry at you and running away into your shared bedroom. You suppress a groan again.

Outside, after another grueling hour of Neil dominating the conversation and making dinner unenjoyable for everyone, you walk Steve to his car, fiddling with your hands again. He props himself up against his window and wrestles you out of the knot you’re in.

“That sucked, I’m sorry,” you say, knocking your foreheads together, your mouth drawn in a thin, perturbed line.

“It was fine, you’re fine,” he whispers the last bit. That’s what you’re more worried about, after all. You’re worried he’s mad, planning to leave you for someone with a more normal family, people who are warmer, someone capable of being warmer. You’re plenty warm around him, but you suppose you could be better. You start running over all the things you could do better and all the ways he could do better in your head. “Stop thinkin’ so much. Everything’s okay.” He nudges your foot with his.

“No, I know, it’s just, it’s awkward, it’s not fun, shitty way to spend your night, shitty way for anyone to spend a night.”

“It’s okay. It was good. I was good, wasn’t I?” He kisses your palm where you’d pinched it earlier.

“You were great, you’re always great.” You stroke his cheek, lingering on his lips for a second. “You look really nice, by the way.” You’d almost forgotten to tell him. “I like this color on you.” You smooth over and down his arms.

“Yeah?” He grins, lopsided, tilting his head.

“Looks good with your hair.” You reach up to tug on the strand that hangs down like an art form over his forehead. You’re the only one he lets play around about his hair.

“You look beautiful, too, for the record.”

“I was trying to make this about you.” You poke him.

“I like when things are about you.” He pokes you back.

“I hate when things are about me.”

“Yeah, I’m trying to fix that.”

You chuckle. “Good luck.”

He gestures back to your house. “I’m makin’ progress here. I think I get you a little bit better now, after all that.”

“And what exactly do you get?” You wrap your arms around his waist.

“Why you’re always so tense and grumpy.” He cups your cheeks like he’s holding the most delicate thing ever to be held.

“I’m not grumpy-“

“Just tense, then.”

You accept that, begrudgingly. “I’m pretty on edge most of the time, I guess.”

“I try to talk you out of it,” he says softly, stroking your face.

“You’re the best, I hope you know that.”

“I try,” he says again, and you nod. “It’s not easy. Night after night.”

“It’s not.” You bunch up his sweater.

“I get it, you know? They’re not here as often as yours, but I get it.”

“Dinner with yours next time?”

“Yeah fucking right.” He kisses you for it, though, because you mean it, you’d have dinner with them if he asked just like he did because you asked, a long and languid kiss that he hopes no one’s shifting around the curtains to be privy to. He withdraws first and says, “Your mom is sweet, I’d have dinner with her again.”

“I’ll let you know when she’s free, take her out, show her a good time,” you tease.

“If she’s anything like you I’m a goner,” he laments.

“You’re a flirt, is what you are.”

You kiss him again, beaming, heart swollen with affection.

When you go back inside and Susan tells you how wonderful and handsome she thought Steve was, how good he seemed for you, that rush flows through you all over again. You even bring her in for a hug.

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My headcanons about the boys (Billy, Eddie, Steve, Jonathan)’s sexual orientations and how that comes into play in a relationship with Reader (male reader).

※ This post is only meant for fanfiction purposes.

※ Short version first, longer thoughts after the cut.

※ Work available only on Tumblr and under ArchiveOfOurOwn pseud of the same name (DecadentWorld). Do not repost, edit, or redistribute. Do not use for TikTok videos.

Steve

※ Bisexual with equal preference towards men and women.

Eddie

※ Gay. Sorry, hellcheer enjoyers. I have nothing against the ship. I just can’t see Eddie as anything other than exclusively homosexual.

Jonathan

※ Bi-demisexual with preference towards men.

Billy

※ Gay. I’m sort of ambivalent about him and can sometimes see him as bisexual if written right, but I prefer to think of him as closeted/repressed homosexual.

※ Under the cut are some more extended thoughts.

※ Trigger warnings: Mention of grooming (Karen Wheeler towards Billy Hargrove). Child physical and verbal abuse (Neil Hargrove towards Billy Hargrove, Lonnie Byers towards Jonathan and Will Byers). Mentions of death due to overdosing. Religious trauma.

※ Content and warnings: Homophobia. Internalized homophobia. Mentions of (all of the following unrequited and not acted upon): Steve Harrington/Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers/Argyle.

Steve

※ I picture him as bisexual, but as him having only recently discovered this about himself.

※ I imagine he would be in denial at first.

※ He would try to take ‘refuge’ in sex with girls, which is familiar to him.

※ Which is something that, to him, feels great. Truly.

※ But. There’s always going to be that tiny splotch of curiosity in his head. Like an interrogation sign following his line of thought every time he catches himself staring at a particularly attractive male celebrity in a movie for too long.

※ His bisexual awakening can’t be pinpointed into one man, but three in particular.

※ The most notorious one was Billy. But the first one was, surprisingly, Jonathan.

※ Obviously, in the heat of the fight, there was no room for any other thoughts than to beat Jonathan within an inch of his life.

※ But after all is said and done, after Steve gets his act together and tries to be a better person, he starts having thoughts.

※ Confused thoughts, remorseful thoughts. Thoughts that leave him disgusted with himself because why would he start thinking about that fight as anything other than a necessary reality check for him.

※ Why does he get a different kind of chills when he recalls Jonathan overpowering him? No, not overpowering him. Just… lying on him at all.

※ It was the first time Steve’s ever considered himself anything other than wound up by a physical fight.

※ And Billy.

※ Dear God. Billy.

※ If Jonathan was the inception, Billy was the confirmation.

※ The way he looked, the way he carried himself. Even the douchebag way he treated Steve was so different from anything he’d ever experienced. And he was curious.

※ Only much later could Steve understand there was more to Billy. Only after it is too late does Steve understand Billy’s reasons, Steve’s own fault in Billy acting the way he did at the Byers’ house.

※ Only when it’s too late does Steve start experiencing that feel of wanting to protect, ever since El had vaguely mentioned that Billy had a Papa too. That’s enough for Steve to understand.

※ He feels guilty. Angry. Not at Billy, not for this. At his father. At his environment.

※ But… it isn’t just the need to protect him from his environment? It’s also wanting to hold him? To be close to him?

※ Steve has always had conflicting thoughts about many things, but the idea that he’s always been attracted to Billy Hargrove wreaks havoc in his mind.

※ He can’t do anything now. It’s too late, because Billy’s left Hawkins as soon as he was discharged from the hospital.

※ Steve worries about him now and then, wonders if he even had enough money, if the Camaro was even functional at this point, how he’ll afford housing in (probably) California.

※ He calms himself by thinking the government had a hand in that.

※ And then you arrive.

※ Jonathan was the inception, Billy was the confirmation, and you are the execution.

※ Steve has seldom found people who he considers bigger than life. Billy wasn’t one of them.

※ You are.

※ The way you look like you could snap anyone in half, but still choose to be a nice person, has him immediately hooked.

※ His previous thoughts lead him to the shaky confirmation that yes. This is attraction to men.

※ But how is that possible? He can’t be gay. He likes girls.

※ Robin knocks some sense into him, obviously.

※ “It’s called being bisexual, Stevie. Like Bowie. Are you living under a rock?”

※ Huh.

※ It’s a long, very long way until Steve accepts that he wants to spend time with you as more than friends.

※ Even then, he doesn’t have the same amount of courage to come onto you the way he does with girls.

※ Luckily, he doesn’t have to, since you’re the one to make the first move.

※ The first time you ask him out, he refuses out of panic. And leaves. Running.

※ He shuffles his feet back to you the very next day, with a very dark blush on his face. Says he didn’t know why he panicked.

※ So he asks you to try again.

※ The second time you ask him out, he looks jittery, but agrees.

※ Only on the condition that it’s a private affair.

※ “Obviously,” you tell him. You know just how much his life would be ruined if anyone —if his parents, God forbid— found out about this.

※ And you’re now Steve’s Harrington’s first boyfriend. First everything with a man.

Billy

※ I’m slightly impartial about Billy’s sexual orientation.

※ I can sometimes see him as bisexual, but I’m more leaning onto the theory that he’s a repressed homosexual, so I’ll develop this latter one.

※ Billy is so conflicted with what he feels.

※ And who wouldn’t be in his situation? He has only learnt violence.

※ Never love.

※ Billy strikes me as someone who just does not enjoy sex with women. At all.

※ Everytime he does have sex with women, it’s just part of the mask. He knows that the more women talk about him, about his sexual prowess, the more ears will turn and the more possibilities he will have that he will not be mistaken with a queer.

※ Especially if his father is listening to this gossip.

※ Billy did not have one man in particular as his sexual awakening. There were many.

※ Most of them were in California.

※ Billy was often startstruck with how handsome and bright the surfer boys were.

※ He just didn’t know it was ‘bad’ to be a ‘queer’. There was so much acceptance of ‘queers’ in there.

※ Which is the reason why Neil found out so quickly about his son “being one of them queers” when Billy, so innocently and still full of life, walked down the beach hand in hand with another boy —a new friend, not even a little boyfriend— of his same age.

※ Betty Hargrove could somehow disregard the verbal abuse her own son was getting from Neil. However, she left the second he turned on her. (Sorry, Billy’s mom’s defenders, but a mother who abandons her son with his abuser just does not strike me as a good person at all.)

※ Billy just doesn’t know when his ‘punishment’ for being ‘queer’ will stop, if it ever will:

It starts with Neil bringing Susan and Maxine Mayfield in not even two months after his mom leaves;

it continues with moving them all to Bumfuck, Indiana soon after;

it keeps going day after day, with hit after hit, even when Billy shows himself with a different girl every week.

(Billy knows it’s not all about him being queer anymore.)

※ All of this plays an important role in Billy’s self-deprecation in general, in the way he sees being queer.

※ So his walls keep hardening. On and on. Until he’s unrecognizable from the innocent boy who would carelessly walk down the beach with another boy.

※ This mask he has built for himself, of a living hazard towards other men, a womanizer for the women, is not as sturdy.

※ There are moments when the cracks start to show.

※ Karen Wheeler’s predatory behavior almost has him reverting into a scared boy at times, as much as he’s able to hide it. She’s the reason why he starts being even more disgusted with himself when he has to keep this charade of being a ladies’ man.

※ There are, however, other moments when these cracks in the mask feel like freedom, a prisoner catching sunrays from between the bars, but it’s a dangerous kind of freedom.

※ Those moments happen whenever Steve Harrington is nearby.

※ Billy’s not sure who starts it, but sparks fly off the first time they interact.

※ Except. Not in the way he’d like.

※ He knows he’s not a pleasant person to be around most of the time, sure, but Billy could swear he did his best to not scare off the guy.

※ Now that’s all he can do. It seems like the only way he can interact with Steve normally is by pulling at his metaphorical pigtails.

※ Even this is more than he could have asked for. An escape.

※ But then, the betrayal. Not that Steve owed him anything, or that he was obviously anyone in Steve’s radar, but finding his little (step) sister in this random house, under this guy’s ‘supervision’ feels like betrayal all the same. How dare he lie to Billy?

※ Everything is fuzzy after this. Hate, betrayal, terror, acceptance, and pure, unadulterated pain is all he can feel. Being used like a puppet, and torn open and sewn back together will do that to you.

※ The light at the end of the tunnel exists, but the train has to hit him first.

※ Neil finally disowns him and ditches Hawkins. Billy figures his sperm donor jumped at the first chance as soon as he learnt Billy was critical, and he’s not surprised. So Billy’s virtually homeless. At the very least, the government paid off his hospital bills and gave him a hefty sum for his involvement, so he’s going to be alright for his hospital stay.

※ (Susan visits him at the hospital exactly one time and unenthusiastically offers him to stay at their new trailer. Billy refuses. She doesn’t visit him anymore. Billy knows it was just a courtesy.)

※ No one visits him.

※ No one, except you.

※ Word runs fast in Hawkins, and as soon as you hear —from your workmate, who’s heard from his cousin, who’s heard from her father, who works with Susan Hargrove Mayfield— about Billy’s situation, you can’t do anything else but go see him.

※ Billy lets the unexpected visitor (you) enter his hospital room, and you don’t fault him for not immediately recognizing you. You shared many classes in high school, but you never approached him because you knew (or thought you knew) how much he saw other men as nothing more than competition.

※ The panorama changes now. No words need to be said for you to understand that there’s more than meets the eye.

※ “I know you.” Billy surprises you, and you can’t be anything else than elated that he does.

※ The fact that you’ve been harboring the biggest crush on him for ages has a lot to do with this.

※ But, of course, that’s not why you’re here. You store these feelings away and simply make him company.

※ You’re his only visitor. Billy thinks it’s going to be a one-off, but he’s —pleasantly— surprised to know that’s not the case.

※ Billy heals with you at his side. His hospital room was one breath away from becoming a mausoleum, but instead, with you in it, it becomes his sanctuary.

※ He doesn’t say this. Tries not to show it.

※ But you think you know what’s up. Even then, neither of you says anything about the growing tension, though it’s not a bad kind of tension. On the contrary. Because you know you’re only a few steps away from full-on loving him, but you can’t do that to him. Can’t take advantage of him like that, and you know his feelings are probably only that of a vulnerable person towards their caregiver.

※ The closer he’s ready for discharge, the more nervous he becomes, because he’s still virtually homeless. He shouldn’t be; you’re going to offer him to stay at yours for as long as he needs. Obviously.

※ Though, as you say this, you can’t help falling face-first in love with him. Because the way he breaks down, like you just gave him a piece of heaven, tells you he hasn’t had a single good thing in his life for a long time. Which is when you start turning nervous too, because this is simply too much power held over him.

※ Billy doesn’t think that. He just falls in love with you, at the same time you do.

※ Navigating life together without actually being together is hard. A couple months into this arrangement it’s very clear to you that what he’s clearly feeling is not simple attachment to a caregiver figure.

※ So you take a chance and make a move. And he responds in enthusiastic kind.

※ You teach him how to accept himself. You hold his hand through the storm. You teach him how to make amends; this last one is important to him, because, “No one’s ever said sorry to me for shit, so how am I s’posed to know how to apologize?”

※ And through you, his relationship with Max improves. Lucas offers an olive branch. The kids and even Steve start warming up to him, seeing how much he’s changed, now that he’s in a safe place and has started to heal.

Eddie

※ Eddie strikes me as the gayest unconfirmed gay to ever gay.

※ Seriously. Have you seen the guy? (Again, nothing against hellcheer.)

※ The bandana on his back pocket should be enough evidence. (The fact that it’s on the wrong side doesn’t mean anything. Shut up.)

※ Eddie’s known about himself for too long.

※ Long enough that his parents sort of did, too. If it hadn’t been for his mom’s OD and his dad’s GTA, he’s pretty sure he still wouldn’t have lasted three more months in that house.

※ Wayne is the biggest ally ever. As soon as he knew this little thirteen year-old boy was going to go into the system, he dropped everything and swooped in to take care of him.

※ Wayne clocks him from a mile away.

※ Eddie doesn’t say anything at first, but he knows Wayne knows, somehow.

※ And the fact that neither of them aren’t saying anything about it fills him with anxiety.

※ Eddie’s always had a negative vision of himself being queer, due to dear ol’ Randy and Bonnie Munson —ironically— giving him a Christian upbringing, but the more time that passes, the more he hates himself. Hates the idea of Hell and is terrified at the same time.

※ These thoughts lead him to closing himself off for a long time, before Wayne decides the elephant in the room is too big to ignore and simply says:

※ “Kid, you’re not gonna go to Hell.”

※ It’s as if Eddie deflates when he hears that.

※ It’s a slow process, full of ups and downs, but eventually, Wayne convinces him that there’s nothing wrong with being queer, that he’s not abnormal.

※ Eddie vaguely wonders why Wayne and Randy are so different, being that they both had the same upbringing.

※ Maybe Wayne’s a little bit gay, too.

※ So Eddie grows up with a supportive figure who allows him to be himself, dress how he wants, grow his hair, listen to whatever he wants without side-eyeing him, without implying he’s going to Hell because his music sounds ‘loud’ or ‘demonic’.

※ Eddie’s ways of expressing himself are so genuine it’s not a surprise they end up pissing off some less accepting people.

※ The first few times, Eddie reverts back into conforming, trying to not take up too much space in the room.

※ As time goes on, however, he understands that this’ll follow him on every step he takes, so he figures it’s not worth it. He is unashamedly himself.

※ He never comes out publicly, but the rumors that he’s queer will always be there.

※ One thing that Eddie can just not stand, is people calling him ‘Freak’.

※ Sure, he is unashamedly himself, but he still has his limits. He very much prefers when people call him ‘gay’, because at least that’s true.

※ It’s a long time until he closes in on himself again, and that moment arrives the first time he and Steve interact. Or, rather, Steve makes himself known.

※ His asshole friends, those Tommy and Carol who follow the King like his shadows, make life impossible for some seconds at a time every time they see him.

※ And Steve watches. Calls him “queer” and leaves after, every time.

※ Eddie is so ashamed to find out that, among that resentment he feels, there’s also yearning.

※ But Eddie won’t be so easily swayed by this, so he ups the ante. Is even more boisterous, makes himself a dangerous persona, but never falls into violent territory. He won’t stoop as low as his bullies.

※ Time passes and things change a lot in Hawkins. He notices a new family moving into the trailer park. He notices they were only two people at first in the trailer, but when the third one arrives after some months, his interest is piqued.

※ He knows this guy. Billy Hargrove. Eddie’s never approached him, lest he bear the brunt of his usual bad moods. He would’ve probably clocked Eddie as well, called him queer, knock him out a couple times for good measure.

※ At least, that’s what Eddie thinks high-school Billy would have done.

※ The Billy Hargrove he sees now looks like a shell of his former self.

※ Eddie yearns again. He so badly wants to be by this man’s side.

※ Unfortunately, not much time passes before he learns Billy Hargrove has left Hawkins. He doesn’t blame him.

※ Eddie finds his clique. Many years pass and he’s still in high school, and the only reason he tolerates it is because he knows he’ll have people to look forward to: his band and his little friends.

※ Then, the long chain of events happen in just the span of a few days, and his world is turned Upside Down.

※ He will always cry at the mention of Chrissy’s name. They could have been the best of friends, and he would’ve always given her a shoulder to cry on.

※ He still doesn’t know how or why he’s still alive. Maybe his dad was right. Maybe Hell was real, and he had to go through it, just as if he were made to face the divine tribulations.

※ That doesn’t matter now. What matters is that he’s now apparently given the access to Heaven with everything he’s had to go through. His charges are cleared, and even though some people are still in denial of this, no one dares to say otherwise.

※ And this is the part where he thinks he’s earnt Heaven. Because as he goes with his uncle to volunteer at the gym, he sees you, an absolute specimen of a man that almost makes him weak in the knees, helping prepare some meals.

※ Wayne almost laughs at how obvious Eddie’s being. “Why don’t you go make some sandwiches, kid? I’ll be right over here.” And subtly pushes him towards you, making him splutter and making you look up at the noise.

※ Eddie watches, almost besotted, as you introduce yourself to him. He blushes when he realizes he should answer something.

※ That’s not a problem to you. You’ve already started calling him ‘angel’ in your mind.

※ Time passes and Eddie’s falling more and more. But his earlier internalized thoughts are making the rounds again. He thinks you’ll only ever see him as a friend, and God forbid he ever shows himself as he is to you. He’ll totally lose you.

※ Silly boy. You’ve known he’s queer the entire time, only you’ve waited until you’re sure he’s feeling something similar to what you’re feeling to make a move.

※ And, oh, boy. The way he reacts has you halfway in love. He all but climbs you like an excited puppy. And the way he kisses you lets you know it’s his first one too, and isn’t that a thought.

Jonathan

※ Jonathan has known he’s a bit queer all his life.

※ He didn’t have a specific man as his sexual awakening. He’s just sort of known all along.

※ Obviously, living with this knowledge under Lonnie’s yoke is not easy.

※ For some unfortunate reason, it’s Will who bears the brunt of their father’s verbal lashings.

※ And Jonathan can’t stand it. He wants to be there for his brother, but he doesn’t know how he can possibly show his support as long as they live in this house.

※ Luckily, as soon as they’re all out, they can start healing. Even then, the scars of their upbringing are too big to ignore.

※ Jonathan keeps his attraction to men to himself throughout life.

※ The fact that he’s an outcast at school wears him down even more.

※ Let’s not even talk about the time Will’s gone. He’s a mess.

※ One of the hardest lessons in life for Jonathan is that everything that has to turn out wrong, turns out wrong in the end. Steve Harrington outing him as a ‘creep’ and breaking his camera is part of that lesson.

※ There’s something about Steve that has Jonathan’s thoughts going haywire. He hates the guy, but… there’s something else there, too. Jonathan has to put this foreboding feeling aside for the time being, seeing the following events that play out.

※ One of the most notorious events is the brutal fight he has with Steve.

※ The guy completely deserves it! Jonathan is firm in this belief.

※ But when Steve tries to improve himself, he has those same initial thoughts.

※ Why is he turning that fight over in his head so much?

※ Something must be wrong with him, clearly.

※ Jonathan loves Nancy. He does. At least at first. She’s his first in everything, and they have an understanding.

※ As more time passes, though, it’s clear that both of them have strayed away from each other. It hurts that she doesn’t understand his point of view, but he concedes that it’s clear he, in turn, doesn’t understand her point of view.

※ Their break-up is nothing big. It’s very obvious that it’s been a long time coming. He’s just glad they both reached that same conclusion at the same time, else they be caught in a future loveless marriage.

※ Especially when he tells her that he won’t follow her to Emerson.

※ Jonathan is very sure that he felt love for her. Attraction, even. But as he briefly heals from this same separation, he starts giving thought to previous happenings in his life.

※ The fight with Steve being the most prominent one.

※ Why is he still thinking of that?

※ Maybe it was the fact that it was the first time he got all close and personal with another male.

※ Even if it was in a fist-fight kind of context.

※ But he thinks of other instances apart from that one. All of them revolving around Steve.

※ The Halloween party at Tina’s. How… surprisingly handsome he found him that time.

※ Steve breaking his camera. The mortification, but, underneath that… the little thrill he got at seeing Steve so collected, so authoritative. Trying to put him in his place.

※ Yeah. There’s something very fucked up in Jonathan’s head.

※ Steve trying to make things right. This one, he thinks makes more sense. A subdued Steve was almost like a relief to him. Meant he wouldn’t be harassed as much.

※ It also meant he would also try to be more amicable to Jonathan.

※ Jonathan finds himself partial to these thoughts. But he can’t think of Steve like this anymore. Or, rather, should have never thought of Steve like this. He considers Steve sort of an awkward friend, and he’s too afraid to break that fine ice they’re both constantly stepping on.

※ So, with all this, it’s not really a surprise to Jonathan when he starts having thoughts about another one of his male friends, but it makes him feel guilty all the same.

※ Argyle is so different to Steve. He’s funny, effortlessly charming in a way that’s so contrasting to Steve, and considerate. Not to mention he sells Jonathan the best weed in miles around.

※ Plus, he’s tall. So tall.

※ Jonathan is slowly getting to two conclusions at the same time:

1. He has a type. That type is tall and bigger than him.

and

2. He’s finding out he likes men a lot more than women.

※ These two conclusions go hand in hand together.

※ The guilt swirls in lazy strokes on his chest. This feels so similar to Steve. He thinks he’s doing something very wrong by simply thinking of a male friend as something more.

※ After all, childhood scars are the hardest to heal.

※ He tries to withdraw, just a little bit, just until Argyle asks if he’s okay, if he’s still sad because he’s thinking of Nancy.

※ Yeah. Sure.

※ It isn’t until the new semester starts and he gets paired up with you for a project that the lid on his feelings starts weakening its hold.

※ Oh, he’s so fucked. The first time he sees you, he thinks: he’s so my type. Why do I have to go through this, again?

※ You’re easy-going, attuned to him, helpful.

※ And you’re tall. A lot taller than him. He almost has to strain his neck to look up at you.

※ He doesn’t know how that looks to you.

※ Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, due to the conflicting thoughts in his head, you’ve already starting thinking that he’s so small, so cute. He has to lift his head to look at you.

※ This college project drags on like molasses, except Jonathan finds it’s not the usual, not because it’s boring, because it should be something more challenging for his current level.

※ No. It’s because he and you have to actually gather at either of your houses.

※ Have to work next to each other. Share the same space. Try not to break due to the tangible tension you’re both aware of.

※ You’re very sure of what’s going on. A simple conversation that starts with your nonchalant: “Oh, did you know I’m into men?”, his spluttering reaction and subsequent shy answer of: “I… kinda am, too. That’s crazy,” eventually, but rapidly enough evolves into tentatively taking his hand, seeing the openness between the bashfulness and making a move.

※ His first time kissing a man makes him feel like he’s a whole different person.

※ A person he was always meant to be.

※ Small dates with you consolidate the idea that yeah, he’s a lot more into men.

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thegreencanary · 2 years

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Based on this request!!

TW: This is a HEAVY one. Please take these seriously! Sexual Assault, drugs, smoking, Cursing, Fighting, Blood, light Smut; MINORS YOU BETTER GET OUT OF HERE. This is not for you. DNI

Summary: Jason Carver has his eyes on you and no matter what you do, he wont stop until he has you…or so he thinks

A/N: This is a pretty dark one guys, so please, please, please take the trigger warnings seriously. I will not be offended at all if you skip reading over this because it may be too upsetting. Mental health is more important babes!! It’s a lot of fluff with a bit of angst.

Just one day, for the love of God, you wanted just one day of school where the basketball team didn’t swarm your locker or harass you at lunch. You’d managed to get by most of your semester without anyone paying attention to you; until Billy Hargrove started dating you. There was some weird rivalry between him and Jason Carver. They fought over tables at lunch, parking spots, game plays and most of all: you. There was no competition in your eyes, Billy was clearly the better option. Most people didn’t understand that because he was a bit of an asshole but not to you. Robin Buckley was one of your best friends and the two of you got dragged into the Upside Down drama, and Billy started to trust you more and more. Long story short, you were there for him through Neil, Max trusted you and he learned how to be vulnerable around you. Jason Carver made Pussy jokes and groped you at any given moment, to you it was a clear winner. Billy was the right one for you, but no matter how much you told Jason to Fuck off he just came back harder and harder. Today, he was leaning against your locker and waiting for you, you always got to school early to tutor some kids. Billy would usually meet you when the other kids showed up but Jason decided to be early today.

“Move Carver.”

He smirked and moved so you could open your locker, leaning on his shoulder he grabbed a strand of your hair and you smacked it off.

“Hello to you too Y/N”

“Fuck off Carver”

You pulled your locker open and grabbed a few things, there was a Polaroid of you and Billy that always made you smile, and Jason grabbed it.

“Give it back Asshole.”

“Make me.”

“Jason I swea-“

“Carver. I know you’re not bothering my girlfriend. Especially at her locker when I told you to never talk to her again.”

You chuckled and smiled as Billy came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Relief and safety washed over you, there was something about his arms that just made you feel untouchable to the outside world. Jason dropped the picture and scoffed.

“I’m just reminding your bitch what she’s missing out on.”

You tightly held Billy’s arms to you as you felt him try to pull away after Jason called you a bitch. He wasn’t worth getting into a fight with and you just wanted to spend the rest of your morning with your boyfriend. Jason walked away as if he had won something and you rolled your eyes, finally letting Billy release you.

“One day I’m gonna shut my locker on his face.”

You chuckled as you bent down to get the photo. Billy hadn’t seen it before, he never liked being photographed; and you didn’t either but this one photo of the two of you laughing in a hug was special. Billy looked so carefree and you looked so in love with him. This time Billy grabbed the photo and you rolled your eyes.

“Can I please have that back?”

He was quiet as he looked at it. Pulling his wallet out, he put the photo in there.

“No.”

Billy smiled and pulled you in for a kiss. It was the kind of kiss that made you wish you were in the privacy of your own room. He had a way of making your body react with the simplest of actions. The noise of the school starting to fill with students faded away and all you could focus on was Billy’s body on yours. He pulled away and you stood there breathless.

“I’ll pick you up tonight for Tina’s party okay? Don’t…I know Carver will be there so, don’t wander too far from me okay? We both know how fucking stupid he is.”

You nodded, still not fully able to speak. Billy smirked and kissed your cheek, winking at you. He whispered in your ear and you almost smacked him.

“You look good today baby.”

“Billy I swear to God, unless you’re going to pull me into a room and fuck me right now you better stop.”

He chuckled and stood there considering it. You grabbed your books and shut your locker.

“Oh my god that wasn’t a suggestion!”

You laughed and kissed him shortly, then headed to your class. You could feel Him staring at you with a smile as you walked away.

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You sighed as you looked at your two outfit options. The cute short leather skirt and Def Leppard shirt looked great with it but Jason’s annoying ass voice was in the back of your head. He as uncomfortable confident wandering hands all day at school and it made you want to go with option two, a sweater and some jeans. Yea it was hot but you’d planned on staying inside for the party. You were pissed that a stupid boy made you so uncomfortable that you wanted to change what you wore. Shaking off the thought you grabbed the leather skirt and put the outfit on. The mirror reminded you that you didn’t need to worry about what Jason Carver thought. You were hot, and this was Billy’s payback for teasing you in the morning. You were going to have fun with him tonight, other basketball Jock’s be damned.

You heard your door open, your little brother must have let Billy in the house. He let out a low whistle as you tied up your doc martens.

“I think we can skip the party…”

You chuckled at his comment. Standing you fluffed your hair one time and turned towards him.

“Where’s the fun in that? Am I driving tonight or are you?”

You two always picked a DD. He’d had enough issues of drinking too much and driving home, almost killing the both of you after one party. It shook him enough to change how you two went out together. He shrugged.

“Up to you. It’s early so we can both have a few and if you want to go hard I can ease up.”

You rolled your eyes, that meant you’d be driving. It didn’t bother you because you didn’t like getting drunk at Tina’s parties anyways; but he could at least just own up to wanting to get drunk.

“Cool, give me your keys.”

He just chuckled and threw the keys at you.

“God I…you’re great.”

“I know.”

You got goosebumps because you thought he was going to say the L word finally, but not yet. He smacked your ass and you let out a giddy Yelp as you two end to the car and drove to the party.

Holy hell party was an understatement. It was a fully blown rave damn near. How Tina got away with this shit blew your mind but there had to be kids from other towns and schools because the front lawn was even packed. You parked Billy’s precious car a few houses down, just in case someone wanted to try and get stupid and do something to it. The pair of you walked in, his arm around your shoulder and your arm around his waist. Part of the benefit of dating Hawkins royalty was the sea of kids parting for Billy to get inside. Almost immediately the two of you had a beer in your hands, you’d have 1 maybe 2 while Billy would round out 15-20. You felt uneasy for a moment and looking around you couldn’t figure out why, so you tried to shake it off. Tonight was for Billy and you.

“22…..23……24……25…..26….27…..28….29….30!!!!”

Billy was getting cheered on as he did his famous Keg Stand. You were right there cheering alongside him but you had to pee.

“Hey Steve, if he finishes can you tell him I’ll be right back? I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Sure thing. Want me to hold your drink for you?”

“No, it’s almost empty and I don’t want anyone giving me another so I’m just gonna act like it’s full. I’m driving tonight.”

“You’re a freaking genius you know that?”

“Just looking out for the people I care about.”

Steve smiled at you and nudged you to go. You hit one more cigarette puff and headed inside. People knew who you were but they didn’t part for you like they did for Billy; instead they swarmed you and all tried to talk to you. It took about 3 minutes but you managed to get to the bathroom. Filling your drink with water after peeing, you took a deep breath and headed back out. Someone bumped into you and spilled your drink all over your shirt.

“What the fuck!”

No one around looked like they were responsible, and a perky young freshman girl came up to you with another drink.

“Oh my God that guy was an ass. Here!”

You sighed. Two beers should be fine, you took it and thanked her. She looked like you just gave her $1,000. Chuckling, you tried to find your way back to Billy.

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7 minutes had passed, maybe, but you were on the floor. The drink had to have had something in it. You couldn’t stand, or even talk. Everyone just chalked it up to you being drunk but you felt like everything was blurry. Leaning against the wall you sat trying to make yourself small, if you just waited it out…

“Well well well. The queen of Hawkins on her knees.”

No fucking way. You tried to cover your face with your hands but Jason was bigger than you and he just picked you up.

“N….o. Help….me.”

You tried to reach out but your body was moving too slow. Jason just shushed you and took you upstairs, the place you would go with Billy when you two got heated at the parties. Jason opened a door and a couple was already topless but Jason kicked them out. He locked the door.

“Stop….”

You tried to roll away when he threw you on the bed but again…your damn body wouldn’t move. You felt him rip your shirt open and hot tears flowed down your face. He groped you, pulling your bra up so your chest was fully exposed. His lips attacked you and you did all you could do…cry.

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Billy was fucking mad. You were supposed to stay with him the whole night. Harrington said you went to the bathroom but that was like 20 minutes ago. Billy’s buzz was gone, he’d sobered up looking for you, and even had Harrington looking. People seemed to forget you even existed, until Billy noticed a freshman girl looking scared shitless when he approached.

“Hey beautiful, you haven’t seen my girlfriend have you?”

He tried to ease her nerves by flirting a bit. She was fuckin shaking.

“Umm. She was over in the corner on the floor. I think Jason is taking care of her. He took her upstairs. She looked really fucked up.”

Billy’s heart dropped.

“CARVER!!”

He YELLED. Most people didn’t stop partying but Billy didn’t see him, he had to still be upstairs with you. Running up, Billy began damn near kicking doors down until he got to a locked one.

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His hands were tougher than Billy’s. He toyed with your skirt and pushed it up, exposing your lace underwear.

“For me? Oh baby you shouldn’t have.”

His hand ghosted over your core when the door was broken open.

“You’re dead Carver.”

Billy wasn’t a musical man but his voice sounded like a choir of Angels. You managed to pull yourself up after about a minute and a half. You were 1/2 naked and exposed, red hickies on your body from Jason’s unwanted kisses. It was all so god damn blurry but Billy and Jason were fighting. You tried to cover yourself but you were too weak.

“Oh my god Y/N….”

Robin. Thank fucking God Robin was there. Steve must have found her. She put your bra right and pulled your skirt down. Whoever’s room you were in had a closet and Robin grabbed a random t-shirt. It was 4 sizes too big but it covered your ripped clothes.

The boys were still fighting. You felt sick. Robin was trying to lift you when Steve came in. He didn’t need context to know what happened. Everyone knew, Jason drugged you and tried to rape you. Steve’s job was to keep Billy from killing Jason.

“Billy! Stop! He’s fucking unconscious man!”

“I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.”

Each word was emphasized with a punch. Billy was plenty bloody from Jason’s hits but he was the Hawkins king for a reason. Steve grabbed Billy and forced him to look at you.

“Fucking help her get home man. We will deal with Carver.”

Steve wasn’t the best of friends with Billy originally but after Starcourt they got pretty close. Billy would never admit it, but he liked Steve, and god damn he was smart for focusing Billy on you. Robin was holding you, trying to calm you and you were crying still.

“I got her Robin.”

He felt in your skirt pocket and grabbed his keys. The adrenaline washing any excess alcohol out of him, he picked you up and carried you to the car. Leaving Steve to make sure Jason wasn’t dead. Billy didn’t care. He’d go to jail for you…but you’d be left without him, unprotected. He couldn’t do that to you.

“It’s okay baby. I’m here. I’m here.”

It was settling in. The image of Jason over your exposed body…his hand almost in your pants…Billy was the one crying now. He reached the car and gently placed you inside. You reached for him as he went to go to the driver side.

“I’m…so…rry”

Billy brought his lips to yours, bending down to kiss you deeply.

“You did nothing wrong baby. NOTHING. I should have been there. I shouldn’t have let you get….I should have been there.

The drive home was silent and thankfully your parents were asleep when he got you home. Like most parents in Hawkins, they never cared if Billy spent the night or where their daughter was on nights. He gently removed your clothes and A fresh set of tears hit you both as the red hickies painted your skin. Billy got you in the tub and bathed you, cleaning your hair and helping take your makeup off. He knew you’d feel dirty anyways but he just wanted to help. You mumbled apologies and cried as he took care of you. His only response was soft kisses and kind words.

“I… love you.”

You mumbled as he tucked you in, wearing one of his big t-shirts to bed. He smiled at the words, but they were for the morning.

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Sure enough the morning came and you woke up with a pounding headache. Running to the bathroom you almost put your stomach into the toilet. You felt Billy’s hand on your back, and after successfully removing your entire contents in your stomach you looked to him.

“How did we get home? I’m so sorry I must have gotten plastered last night… I don’t remember pretty much anything after I got my second beer.”

It didn’t register how wounded he was until after you stopped talking.

“Billy? Baby what happened? Are you okay?”

You felt like shit, by far and away the worst hangover you’ve ever had. You got up and brushed your teeth, patiently waiting for Billy to tell you what happened. He just hugged you from behind.

“Billy? Honey who did you fight?”

“Carver.”

Normally his name had some hate attached to it but this time Billy said it with venom. You sighed and turned, sitting on the sink and pulled Billy to stand in between your legs. You tilted his chin.

“Well he got a few good ones in, but you don’t look too bad. What did he do this time?”

Jason face filled your mind but it was an expression you didn’t remember. You shook it off and refocused on Billy. He’d only ever looked this upset when he was in the hospital after the mall incident.

“Baby? Are you okay?”

Your voice was so soft and Billy began to cry again. You were shocked, but you didn’t know what he had to tell you. He had to tell you that you were drugged because he wasn’t with you. He didn’t find you in time and Jason had gotten to you first.

“You went to the bathroom…I figured you’d be back, Harrington said you’d be back… but you weren’t. I went looking for you, and someone…someone said you upstairs with Jason.”

He felt you go rigid. His arms wrapped around you tighter, and his dropped gaze moved to your shoulder as he rested his head on you. He couldn’t see your face as he told you.

“I got there as fast as I could…he had drugged you. You were…he ripped your top. He touched you, I didn’t let finish though.”

A heavy silence sat in your small bathroom. You felt claustrophobic, like the walls were suffocating you; but your crying boyfriend pulled you back. Jason tried to rape you, and Billy saved you. He was blaming himself for everything.

“Oh baby. Billy it’s not your fault. You can’t be with me every second of the day. Baby… look at me.”

Billy hesitated but he pulled his head from your shoulder. You were crying but your eyes were full of patience and love. God he loved you so much.

“Jason will get what he deserves. I’m okay because of you. Nothing that happened is your fault but I’m okay because of you.”

Billy kissed you softly. The air around you two got lighter.

“You kept apologizing. Like it was your fault. I wanted to kill him. I…I don’t know if I did or not.”

“We will cross that bridge if we get there, for now; we’re both okay. Alright? Billy, baby, I’m okay. I mean I feel like I just got hit by a train but I’m okay.”

He chuckled softly at your joke and you smiled. His desperation in his hold on you changed to a much more loving hug as he pulled you in again. Lifting you off the sink he took you back to bed.

“Y/N…I, last night you said something I wanted to say first, but I’ve been too scared because I can’t handle it if you don’t say it back.”

You chuckled. Looks like drugged up you is a lot more fearless than you are normally.

“I love you Billy Hargrove.”

“Thank fucking God. I love you too”

The day was lazy. The two of you spent it in bed eating and watching movies. He did most of the eating because you felt awful, but he was there the whole time. Steve called at one point; Jason was alive but in the hospital. He wasn’t going to say anything because he would be responsible for attempted rape. You were still going to press charges. Steve and Robin would be witnesses, Billy would probably be charged with assault but it was for protection so it would be dropped. You took a moment to look at the love of your life.

“Thank you Billy. For everything.”

“Shut up idiot. You’re the one I should be thanking. Stop being mushy and watch the damn movie.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead, and you laughed. The dark night was over and it was a beautiful sunset on the horizon.

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A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. Thanks for reading!! Please interact ❤️🖤❤️

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ellewritesandrants · 2 years

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I know a few people have done the Billy has an allergy AU but here’s my take on it. Just a warning that I have no experience with peanut allergies, only seasonal based ones so I may not have the most accurate interpretation of it.

Billy Hargrove’s always been just lucky enough to count his blessings but never lucky enough to consider himself blessed. Case in point, his mom left him but he still had his dad. However, his dad was an abusive piece of shit who didn’t believe in anything science said which meant that every time he got sick after his mom left, the only thing he had to heal him was the power of prayer.

Neil was the kind of bastard who believed that him getting sick was a punishment for being bad so Billy didn’t get to take any rest days, didn’t get to take any medicine unless it was in secret and he didn’t even get to go to the doctor unless he absolutely had to and even then, it was a battle and half before, during and after.

Neil was also the kind of bastard to believe that allergies didn’t exist and that they could be trained away if Billy wasn’t such a pansy. From the moment his 1st grade teacher sent him home with a note about an allergic reaction he had to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich his mom had packed him, Billy had been doomed to a life of exposure therapy, with Neil going so far as to use it as his favorite form of punishment. It might have even worked had it been done right but the way Neil weaponized his allergy made it into a form of torture instead.

When Susan and Max came into his life, Neil was quick to say that peanut butter was one of Billy’s favorite spreads and that he loved peanuts. Every time Susan made something with peanut butter, Billy had to be polite and respectful. He had to eat his portion to respect the effort Susan had put in even if it made his eyes itch and his throat swell. Billy was just lucky that it wasn’t deadly or else he’d have long been gone.

Billy had gotten used to it, even daring to find some tricks that helped it be easier for him to deal with it but unlike the others, he never outgrew his allergy even with his somewhat constant exposure to peanuts. Over time, it never got any easier but life had to go on.

All in all, if asked, Billy would say he has a pretty good handle on it on a day to day basis. He managed to avoid them whenever possible outside of the house and he lives after every time Neil forces him to finish whatever peanut butter filled abomination Susan made for dessert under the guise of pleasing everyone since Max unironically loved anything peanut.

Things got a lot easier when he was able to move out and support himself because even if he was poor, at least he didn’t have to be in pain anymore. He even managed to cook all of his own meals now that he had control so he wouldn’t trigger his allergies. When he and Steve had moved in together, he’d made sure to take over cooking and Steve never noticed the lack of anything peanut related in their house since Billy also did the grocery shopping.

Billy had never felt the need to tell anyone else about his allergies because he was able to avoid it anyway plus Neil would tan his hide if Billy spread that he had an allergy like a wimp. Even after he moved out, he just graciously accepted whatever peanut filled thing was given to him, all too used to pretending he didn’t feel his throat swell and his heart start to pound.

It had been a good year and a half since he moved out and for the first time in a long time, he hadn’t had his allergies triggered. He was feeling good and happy and with his birthday coming up and with Neil long gone out of town, Billy was looking forward to it for once.

It all came crashing down as soon as he had his first bite of the cake. Steve and Joyce had gone all out, even deciding to bake the cake instead of buying it. Billy could taste the staggering amount of peanuts crammed into the cake and the sheer amount had his allergic reaction going on overdrive.

He didn’t have the time to control his choking or gasping for breath and be could only watch as the faces of joy and laughter turned into terror and panic. He could vaguely hear Joyce asking Will to get his Epipen but even that was fading in and out. His ears were buzzing and his head was spinning. He hadn’t had such a bad allergic reaction in years and of course, it would be to a homemade cake made by the people he loved who had no idea about his allergy.

Thankfully, he was just lucky enough to survive even with them bringing him to the hospital as soon as possible. The EpiPen Will had gotten had possibly saved him from going into anaphylactic shock and Billy had woken up to a completely filled hospital room full of worried and tired faces.

“Mom, look! Billy’s awake!” Will exclaimed.

Joyce startled awake, clutching his hand, tears building in her eyes.

“Thank God you’re alright, Billy.”

“How long was I out?”

A warm hand fell to his shoulder but it was a familiar warmth.

“It was just a day but you had us all worried, son.” Hopper said.

“Why?”

“Why? You almost died, Billy. If Will hadn’t gotten his EpiPen when he did, you might’ve been dead. Why did you tell us you had a peanut allergy, babe? Especially one this bad.”

“Neil believes that allergies are for pansies and that you can train them away with constant exposure so he told Susan and Max that I loved peanuts.”

“That fucking bastard!” Joyce snarled.

“What? How did you get through mom’s desserts then?” Max wondered out loud.

“Ice water, a prayer and a few tricks from some books I read. I haven’t triggered it in a year or so since I moved out so it must’ve been detrained or something.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, babe.”

“Well, we won’t know until I ask the doctor. When’d they say that I’d be free to go home?”

“The doctor said you could go today if they finish running the last few tests to make sure you’re fully recovered, but not without an EpiPen of your own.”

“It’s not like it was my choice, Joyce!”

“Still! That Neil Hargrove better stay away from me because the next time I see him, I’ll give him a good kick in the balls and see how he likes that.” Joyce declared.

“And I’ll pretend I heard nothing. Now, I don’t think this was the birthday you were hoping for but once you’re free, we can have a do-over. Does that sound good to you, Billy?” Hopper asked.

“Sure! I’d never say no to another party.”

“Yeah, but this time peanuts are strictly banned. Out of curiosity, is there anything else that you’re allergic to?”

“Well, I don’t really do all that well with dairy if you get my drift. Sometimes, gluten makes my stomach hurt so I tend to eat pretty healthy as a result.”

“We’ll take note of that for the party. Focus on your recovery for now, baby. Don’t think I can’t see you struggling to keep your eyes open. Go to sleep, Billy. We’ll all still be here when you wake up.”

“M’kay. Love you and everyone too. Thanks for being here.”

While Billy is asleep, every peanut product in the Byer-Hopper and Hargrove-Harrington household was summarily thrown out by the Party and Steve put Dustin to work researching gluten free and dairy free recipes for the party they’d be throwing. Everyone was once again made aware of everyone’s allergies just to make sure they didn’t accidentally trigger anyone else.

The party was a huge success and Billy found out what it was like to have a family that cared enough to take his allergies into consideration and to find people who wanted him to be happy and healthy even if it meant they’d have to do more work for it. For once, Billy felt loved and treasured and cared for by the people that surrounded him and he couldn’t be any happier.

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vance-e · 1 year

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me jealous? never! pt 2

Pairings: Vance hopper x bowers!reader (romantic) Billy hargrove x bowers!reader (kinda romantic?)

warnings: Fighting, vance and reader kinda hate each other, mentions of abuse(past), bullying?, smoking cigarettes, swearing, kinda shy/blushy vance, vance fighting billy hargrove, jealous vance, cocky billy,

Trigger warnings!: Abuse from neil hargrove and butch bowers, mentions of blood and fighting

fandoms: The black phone x stranger things

characters: billy hargrove, henry bowers, patrick hockstetter, victor criss, reginald huggins, vance hopper, (neil hargrove and butch bowers)

time set: around 1986-7

summary: you and vance have always hated each other, but what happens if you go on a date with The billy hargrove? How would vance feel, and what would he do?

chapter 1 | chapter 2 |

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what i didn’t know was that a certain blonde curly headed boy was staring at billy with red in his eyes...

Vance did not like billy at all. He hated him, why? because he was going to take his- i mean this stupid girl on a date. Vance didn’t know why he was feeling like this.

The hangout was great, catching up with billy was good because he understood the pain me and my brother have with our “dad”. It was so refreshing, not having to argue with some stupid boy like vance hopper. His hair is so stupid and his face when he is focusing on his game is kind of dreamy- wait what?! no! i shouldn’t be thinking about him argh!

Dancing queen By ABBA plays:

Ooh You can dance You can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl Watch that scene Digging the dancing queen

“ this is my other favourite song ”I said to billy pulling him up with me to dance. “im not the kind of guy that dances (nickname) he says laughing but dances with me.

Friday night and the lights are low Looking out for a place to go Where they play the right music Getting in the swing You come to look for a king Anybody could be that guy Night is young and the music's high With a bit of rock music Everything is fine You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance

i saw (name) and hargrove dancing with each other in the diner. I felt so angry he was touching MY (name) i don’t even care anymore, i’ve loved her since we had met and the reason why i “hate” he was because i don’t know how to express my feelings to her.

I stormed in and started to yell “HARGROVE GET AWAY FROM HER” i said marching towards them.

You are the dancing queen Young and sweet Only seventeen Dancing queen Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah You can dance You can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl Watch that scene Digging the dancing queen

the song still played even when vance started to yell. I saw him looking at us so that’s why i started to dance with billy. To get a reaction out of him, it worked very well. “fuck you want hopper” billy said pushing his chest up to look bigger than vance, which he already is but thats because billy’s 18 and we are 15. “what are you doing dancing with MY girl?!” vance said getting up into billy’s face. But that word caught me off guard. Did he say “my” girl??

I saw how beautiful (name) looks while billy looks like trash. I can't believe she went out with this ugly thing. she should be with someone as handsome as me. So she should be with me and not billy fucking hargrove.

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on Leave 'em burning and then you're gone Looking out for another Anyone will do You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance

i cant believe he likes me back! but thats right a fight is about to happen if i don’t stop them. “STOP” i yelled at both of them. They looked at me and stopped which i felt proud of, but i grabbed both of them by pulling them outside. Leaving money and a tip on the table. “what’s wrong with you vance!” i said yelling trying to act mad but i was actually really touched he would do that for me. “billy can you go please, ill call you later” i whispered in his ear giving him a kiss on the cheek. “why are you with him” vance growls still glaring at a smirking billy, because he is my best friend we haven’t seen each other in a year. He understands my pain unlike you hopper” i said with a snarky tone.

he smirked and then said something i couldn’t believe.

“i was jealous and i wanted to be the one to take you out on a date. Not some 18 yo that’s your best friend. I’ve loved you since we met because your beautiful, kind, sarcastic and my dream girl (name) bowers.

“so will you go on a date with me?”

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awkotaco24 · 2 years

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Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary- Dinner at the Hargrove/Mayfield house takes a sour turn when Neil comes home unexpectedly, putting everyone on edge, especially Billy, but his girlfriend Y/N, has other plans for the abusive father

TRIGGER WARNING-TALK OF ABUSE, SCENE WITH ABUSE, KNIFE USED, HAPPY ENDING

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Thank you to @katberk for the idea for this imagine! I hope that I did it justice!!!

Requests are open!!

Dinner with the Hargrove/Mayfields was going well. As well as a first-time dinner with the boyfriend's family can go. Billy's father wasn't there, much to the relief of said boy, and yourself. You knew all about the abuse that went on in the Hargrove-Mayfield house. I mean, how could you not when Billy would come to your house at least once a week, most times more than that for you to patch up his wounds and hold him until dawn broke through the trees surrounding your house? It didn't take very long for him to come around to you at the start of the relationship. You didn't push or pressure him into telling you what happened, he eventually told you himself, which you couldn't be more proud of him for. Ever since, you patch him up and comfort him until he would have to go home to pick up Max for school, the vicious cycle starting over again.

Dinner was peaceful. Susan asked you questions about yourself, your childhood, and what you planned to do after school. You answered the questions with a smile until Billy put a stop to the questions. "Susan, I think she's had enough of the questions for tonight." Billy chuckled, making you smile at him, reassuring him you were happy to answer any questions they had.

Dinner continued on, and everyone got along nicely until Neil walked through the front door. He walked into the dining room and saw his family sat, with a girl he didn't recognize, having dinner. "What the hell is this? I thought you worked late tonight Susan, and Max, I thought you were going out with that friend of yours, what's her name? El, is it?" Neil asked, setting his briefcase down next to his seat at the table.

"Um, dad, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, this is my father, Neil." Billy introduced, anxiety pouring out of him like a waterfall. You could tell he was terrified to introduce you to his dad, seeing as you know what his dad does behind closed doors.

"It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Hargrove. Billy is so wonderful, I couldn't ask for a better man in my life." You said, getting up from your seat, standing to your true height (which was quite tall for a female), and going to shake his hand. Neil merely looked down at your hand before turning to Billy, a nasty look on his face.

"No, Billy is no man. He's not even man enough to have his girlfriend over for dinner while I'm home. That doesn't make him a man at all, sweetcheeks." Neil said, sneering at his son. Billy was backing up, trying to get further away from his father before he lashed out at him. That was the last thing Billy, or even Max and Susan wanted right now. They all wanted to have a calm and peaceful dinner without Neil ruining it by being the jackass he was.

"Neil, sweetheart, it wasn't Billy's idea to not have you here for dinner. It was my idea. I just wanted to meet her before you to see what I thought of her before you met her and got to know her. I just wanted to make sure she was good to your, our, Billy." Susan said, trying to defuse the situation quickly. It didn't work, however, only making Neil angrier than he already was when he walked into the house.

"Don't take the blame for what this little shit did, Susan. He needs to learn his lesson and learn to respect me, in my own house!" Neil yelled, making both Max and Billy flinch.

The short and stocky man brought his hand up, rearing it back to slap Billy across the face. But just when he was about to make contact with his skin, his hand stopped quickly, causing Billy to open his eyes when the blow never came.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with a sight he never thought he would see. You held a knife in your right hand, the sharp blade of the knife pressing firmly to his father's throat, a bright glint reflecting off the silver of the knife from the dining room light, into his face. Your left arm held his chin up, keeping it facing upwards slightly so you had access to the tender skin on his throat easily. "If you lay a finger on him, I'll slit your throat right in front of your family, you got that?" You sneered, peering over Neil's shoulder to look at his face. He started to nod his head, but you only pressed the knife further into the taut skin of his neck, speaking again. "Use your words. I want to hear, and know what you understand me." You spoke in an unusually calm voice.

"Yes, I understand." Neil said in a strained and scared voice.

"Good, but if he ever, and I mean ever, comes to my house again with so much as a tiny little scrape, I won't hesitate to paint the walls with your blood. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Hargrove?" You asked in a whisper, your voice low and threatening, only speaking to him this time. Neil echoed a quiet yes, grabbing his throat and rubbing the skin when you let him go, pushing him away from your figure. You gently set the knife down on the table, grabbing the water glass from in front of your plate. You brought the glass to your lips, took a swig of it, and put it on the table as you looked between Max and Billy. "Well, I think the three of us should be going. Don't expect them back for a few days." You said with a serious look on your face. Billy walked over to you, his fingers lightly grazing yours as you whispered to him to pack himself a bag for the week ahead of you and then help Max pack herself a bag as well. The still slightly frightened young man nodded his head, pressing a light kiss to your lips, a small smile gracing his lips as he directed Max up the stairs and to her bedroom.

Not even ten minutes later, the stepsiblings came back down the stairs, bags and anything else they needed in hand, walking out to Billy's Camero to put their stuff in and get in, waiting for you.

"Well, Mrs. Hargrove, dinner was wonderful, I apologize for having to cut it short, maybe next time we can finish dinner and have a calming evening afterward. Mr. Hargrove, don't you dear forget what I said or lay a hand on your wife or Maxine, or you'll regret you ever met me," You said, a menacing look in your e/c eyes. "Have a wonderful evening and good week, I'll return those two at some point! Goodnight!" You said, a sickeningly sweet smile returning to your face as you walked out of the house, out to the awaiting Camero.

You got into the car, closing the door behind you and smiling over at Billy who was sitting in the passenger seat. You're the only person he lets drive his precious car, other than himself. "Well, Max, you can either stay at my place with me or if you want, we can drop you off at one of your friends' houses for the week. Where do you want to go, sweetheart?" You asked, turning in the driver's seat to Billy's little sister. She thought for a moment before deciding she wanted to stay close to Billy.

The car ride to your house was silent other than the radio playing Billy's rock music in the background until Billy spoke up. "Where'd you learn to do that with a knife, babe?" He asked, turning to look over at you as you drive.

"Well, when you live the life I do, fighting to keep it at least once a year from demogorgons and other creatures from the Upside Down, you learn to use weapons, and become great at using them too." You say, your voice becoming quiet.

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Pulling into your empty driveway, you help Max into the house with her things, setting them down in the living room. "We're just in luck, my parents are gone for the month so we have full reign of the house. You have three guest rooms and my room to pick from. If you want to sleep in my room, Billy and I will take the guest room across the hall from my room. Just, don't go into my parent's room, but everything else is fair game, including the game room downstairs." You say to the short redhead in front of you.

"I think I'll take your room, if that's okay with both of you?" She asks, her voice timid as she asked. You nod, helping her bring her stuff up to your room. You grab a change of clothes and your glasses to put on after taking your contacts out.

You walk into the guest room across from your room, seeing Billy stripping off his shirt, already in his pajama bottoms. You push your glasses up further on your nose, getting into bed next to Billy.

You sit in silence for a while, deciding to just go to bed after your eventful day. You set your large-frame glasses on the nightstand and burrow down into the mattress, cuddling closer to Billy. His hand runs up and down your almost bare back, the only thing covering it is a sports bra. You shiver slightly as his hand continues to move, letting out a content sigh after a few minutes.

"Thank you for doing that at dinner. I didn't know what to do when he started going after me. One thing about Neil is, that you can't talk back to him or say anything snarky to him or you'll get it worse. I think you really put him in his place." Billy said, not saying anything else for a few minutes. "And thanks for getting us out of there. Especially Max. I may not be the best brother to her, but I really care for the little punk. I worry that someday Neil will lay his hands on her mom, or even worse, her. I don't know what I would do if that happened. I'd probably go crazy on him." Billy said, laughing dryly at the end.

You sat up in the bed, resting one hand on Billy's naked chest, the other supporting your weight on the bed. "Well, now you don't have to worry about that anymore. Maybe I should talk Susan into moving into here to get away from Neil. She doesn't seem like she loves him, at least from what I saw she doesn't. I don't know though, I'm not there all the time." You said, looking down as your finger traced small patterns on his chest.

"I saved up all the money from my job at the pool to get Max and myself out of that house. I don't have quite enough to rent an apartment, but I'm almost there. Just a few weeks worth of paychecks this summer and I'll have enough for a year, but by then I should have another job and a steady income to provide for the two of us. We just have to put up with him for another month or two and we'll be out of there." Billy said, staring up at the ceiling. You stayed quiet for a few minutes, thinking of what to say.

"Move in here."

"What?" Billy asked, giving you a confused look.

"You heard me. Move in here with me. My parents love you and they adore Max. We can tell them about what happened tonight and I know they'll say yes. They already know of the abuse that's been going on. They know you sneak over here late at night and stay the night. They asked about it one time and I just couldn't lie to them. I told them the truth, and they said that if you ever needed a place to stay, they would welcome you and Max with open arms. They'll agree." You explained, waiting for Billy to say anything.

"I don't know Y/N/N, that's a lot of stress to put on your parents. I couldn't do that to them, to Max." He said, sighing heavily.

"They love you, Billy. And they're never around anymore, anyway, it would be perfect. You'll get out of that hell hole and I won't be lonely anymore. Say yes, Billy. Please." You said, begging at the end.

Billy stayed silent for several, agonizing minutes before speaking up. "Okay, I'll talk to Max and see what she says then I'll tell Susan."

"I already say yes! Anything to keep me here!" You both hear Max shout over the video game sounds from your room, making both you and Billy burst into fits of laughter.

"I love you, Y/N. So much. Even more now that you're helping me protect Max." Billy says when the laughter dies down, looking into your eyes.

"I love you too, Billy. I would do anything to keep the two of you safe. Always." You say, leaning up to plant a kiss on Billy's plump, awaiting lips.

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lithium80writer · 7 months

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The Fence (Billy Hargrove Short Story)

Chapter one found here

Chapter two: The Basement

⚠️ This is a darker story. ⚠️ Billy Hargrove short story. This story will focus a lot on Billy's abuse from his father and Josephine's mental and sexual abuse from her stepfather. Can these two lost souls find sanctuary in each other? Trigger warnings ⚠️: Descriptions of sexual assault in first person and domestic abuse. Language. Thoughts of self harm and suicide. Disturbing topics. Smut. ⚠️ This story is not for everyone but more an emotional release for me. Thank you for reading. 🖤 Upside down doesn't exist. Max is not Billy's sister. It's just him and Neil.

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Josephine's POV

I stare up at my ceiling tiles thinking about him. It had been one day since I heard Billy's voice for the first time. Since I rubbed my thumb across his bloodied lip. One day since I saw those pretty blue eyes.

I was terrified when I came back inside yesterday. I had scrubbed my hands until they were raw, trying to erase any signs that I had been outside. Scrub, rinse, repeat. A vicious cycle.

Luckily the monster was more drunk than usual when he returned. He had made his way into his favorite shit brown chair, passing out quickly. I hated that chair. It always smelled of him. Beer and sweat.

The smell alone made me nauseous. He made me nauseous. The amount of times I have emptied my stomach because of him has to be unhealthy. And part of the reason I was so malnourished.

But as much as I hated the smell of beer, I welcomed the times it made him black out. A night to myself. A night of freedom. A night without his disgusting touch.

Those were the kind of nights I prayed for. Though no one was ever listening. I spent many nights crying and pleading to a god who didn't hear me. And if he did, he didn't care enough to answer.

**** It started young. My innocence was stolen from me before I could even understand it. My mom married him when I was five. And she left me when I was seven. A freak accident at her work. She didn't even make it to the hospital before she flatlined.

I still remember that day vividly. It was pouring rain and I fell in a puddle on my way off of the bus. I started crying because my favorite stuffed animal ended up covered in mud. Little did I know that was the least of my worries.

After that day nothing was the same. My bright and colorful world slowly faded to different shades of gray. My movie turned into an old black and white film. The kind with the static noises and the blotches on the screen.

My trips to school ended soon after and I started homeschooling. Any friends I had were erased from my life. My life as his prisoner began. ****

I count the squares on my ceiling from one end to the other. I think of my name rolling off of Billy's tongue. It was a beautiful sound. His voice was deep with a little gravel to it. I've been replaying yesterday in my head again and again, like a movie.

But this was a new movie. A better one. A happier one, the girl in this one was smiling. She was free. I wanted to hear him again. I wanted to see him again. But I knew I couldn't. It was too dangerous. Too risky. It wasn't safe. I know better.

Billy's POV

"Knocking me out, with those american thighs." I sing along to the AC/DC record, blasting in my room. I hear my dad in the kitchen, dishes being slammed around. I turn up my music and do my best to ignore him.

I take a look in my mirror. My lip had a small scab starting to form and every time I spoke it ripped off and a little bit of blood would drip down my chin. I quickly smear it away with the back of my hand and look back in the mirror. Still hot.

I like to think I get my looks from my mom. We're not gonna talk about her though. My dad wasn't only a piece of shit to me. But she left me. To deal with it on my own. I wonder if she ever thinks about me. Fuck, Billy. Not today.

Today I'm going to see her. Jo. I haven't stopped thinking about her since our weird little meeting over the fence. Her eyes, her quiet demeanor. The way she looked at me with more care than anyone has since.. well.. like I said, we're not gonna talk about her. She left you, Billy. Left you with him.

Jo doesn't even know me. Why did she look at me like that? Like she was sad that someone had hurt me. No one cares that he hurts me. Everyone knows. And yeah maybe I'm a prick sometimes. Most of the time. Can you blame me?

I wasn't always like this. I used to be happy. I can barely remember that feeling. Genuine joy. I have a beautiful car, my girl. I can get any chick I want at any time. But none of it matters. None of it feels good in the long run. It's all temporary. A temporary high that eventually fades into a hatred of myself.

But Jo, that look. It has to be because she knows the feeling. Can she relate? I was obsessing over this girl and it was pissing me off. Billy Hargrove doesn't obsess over anyone. But it wasn't even her body I wanted.

Not that she wasn't beautiful, but I was craving that look again. The look that said she cares. Fuck, I sound like a little bitch. A chick gives me one fucking look and I can't get her out of my head. This is insane.

I light a cigarette and inhale deeply, letting the smoke fill my lungs. Fuck, I love that feeling. I turn towards my bedroom door as I hear his footsteps coming down the hall. Just let me be. For fucking once, just let me be.

BANG BANG BANG

"William!" I cringe at the sound of my full name. That's never a good sign. "Open this door now!" The doorknob shakes violently as he tries to open it. Then comes his shoulders slamming into the door. I don't want to do this anymore.

I make my way to the window and push it open as quietly as I can. He'll get the door open eventually and I'll come back to one pissed off man, but I can't do it. Not right now. Sometimes I just don't have the energy.

Sometimes it feels like that will be the day. The day he takes it too far. Or the day I do. I need to get away for a bit. I creep around the side of the house and slowly make my way around the bushes and to her door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Josephine's POV

I hear a knock at the front door and slowly creep down the hall. I've mastered the art of stepping lightly. Never wanting to wake him. Never wanting to draw his attention to me.

I hear the monster groan as he pushes himself up from his spot in the recliner. His heavy footsteps make their way across the hardwood floor. He can walk how he pleases. He doesn't need to tiptoe. He isn't scared.

He cracks the door and I hear a voice. His voice. "Hey, um.. is Jo here?" Billy asks politely. Oh no. No, no, no. I take a step back, then another. Quietly retreating back to my room. I hear their muffled voices and then the door closes.

I can't breathe.

I swallow the vomit that is rising in my throat. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, waiting. I hear his footsteps getting closer and closer. Every time his foot hits the floor I flinch slightly. The footsteps stop behind me. He's here.

I cry out as he grips my hair in his hand and pulls tight. "What the fuck did you do?" he hisses in my ear. "N-nothing. I swear!" I yell. My scalp is burning as he pulls my hair even tighter.

It feels like every hair on my head is fighting to stay in it's rightful place.

"Why is there a boy on my fucking doorstep asking for you?" he continues in a disgusted tone. "I don't know. I swear I don't know." I whimper. "Josephine!" He pushes me away from him roughly and I fall to the floor.

"Don't lie to me," he warned. "I. Don't. Know." I sob as I pull my knees to my chest. He crouches down to eye level with me. I hate those eyes. He has no soul. It's like looking into a pit of nothingness.

"You broke a rule. You know what this means." the monster's bloodshot eyes glare into mine. "No. Please. I'll do anything." I beg. Please don't take me there. I feel his large hand tighten on my wrist as he pulls me up from my place on the ground.

I pull against him this time. This time I try to fight. I don't know the last time I tried to fight. Something gave me the courage. Was it him?

I use all my strength to dig my feet into the carpet. I fall to my knees, trying to grasp anything to keep him from taking me there. He drags me across the floor with ease. My knees burn fiercely as they scrape across the carpet.

I lose the battle. I'm not surprised, though I feel the disappointment in my chest. I'm weak. I don't get enough to eat, I don't see the light of day enough. He easily overpowers me and we reach the door. It swings open with a loud creak. The basement.

Billy's POV

It's been a week. I've looked for her. I peek through the fence every day hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I've stared out my window, hoping to see a flash of her light hair. No sign of Jo. Where the fuck is she?

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sunwarmed-ash · 11 months

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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

Death changes everything Chapter 2: Don't you know who I think I am?

Fandom: Stranger Things

Ships: Mungrove, healing Harringrove, steddiegrove/harringroveson/metalsandwich

Tags: EmOTiOnz, Bad Ass Mother Fucking Wayne Munson, Abusive Neil Hargrove, inferred child abuse, harringrove catharsis, Billy hargrove needs a hug, and two boyfriends, emotional sex, M/M/M

Trigger warnings: homophobia, homophobic language

Chapter summary:

It had been three weeks, since their night together. And Eddie had become obsessed since. He only knew that because Robin had just told him,

“You’re obsessed,” while they were sitting under the oak tree at lunch. Steve didn't join them today, which Eddie is actually grateful for. He doesn't know how to broach the topic of sleeping with Billy, Steve’s ex, with his new best friend.

He told Robin immediately, had to, she was his absolute best friend, wingman, right hand man and partner in crime. Had been since 7th grade orchestra and they never looked back. They were the definition of The Odd Couple, but it benefited both of their strives toward queer anonymity that people just assumed it was natural the two weirdos were dating each other. They never bothered correcting the assumption, except with other queerdos who knew about The Code. Steve, recently awoken bisexual, fell into that category, and his relationship with Billy was complicated in the simplest, most convenient of terms.

Eddie let out a heavy sigh. He could feel tears brimming on the edge og lids, but he couldnt let them fall. Not now.

“He’s gonna hate me.”

Robin sighs heavily now too. And eddie hates hes the one who made her make that sound.

“Every day you put it off is only making it worse.”

“Gee thanks alot Rob,”

“Well im sorry! I’ve tried the kind and compassionate route! Look where its gotten you!”

Shes right, of course she is, but he still doesn't want to hear it.

“Eddie,” she sighs, interlacing her arm with his and kissing the edge of his bicep the way she does only when shes about to deliver some hard truths, “its gonna suck. Yeah. But, he will get over it. You gotta give Steve the chance to be okay with it before you convince yourself he won’t be. He won't hurt you, Steve’s not like that, but, it’s going to hurt him. I don’t think Steve will ever be over Billy.”

The tears fall anyway.

“Fuck.” Which is annoying because he let himself be convinced he could save two dollars and go without waterproof eyeliner and now he’s paying the price. “I don't deserve either of them.”

“Stop that shit right now. I think you might be freaking yourself out a little. It’s just sex.”

“Sex with Billy is not just sex to Steve.”

“You're not Steve.”

“You're right, I’m a slut and an idiot.”

Robin sighs at his self depricary, resting her head against his bicep now.

“Invite Steve over, make him dinner, then tell him. Then talk to Billy. If you’re asking for my advice.”

He was, he really was at his wits end after 3 weeks of no further contact, new injuries on Billy, and too long in his own head.

“I love you.”

Robin snorted.

“That’s so gay Munson. But I love you too.”

It got Eddie to laugh too, and he was so happy to have her as a platonic soulmate.

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yui-kuromori · 1 year

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Okay, I’ve had this idea for a while, and I really wish I had the time to write a fic about it but I DON’T. So I’m gonna dump it here and yeah, if anyone feels like writing it, send me a message or ask or something.

(Also, this involves a Billy Hargrove redemption arc and I know the character can be really controversial/triggering, so uh, fair warning on that okay?)

So, yeah, Billy surprisingly survives getting tentacle stabbed in the chest and after a short stay in the hospital is discharged to go home. Thing is, Billy doesn’t feel safe at home, and if everyone’s being honest, Neil's probably gonna be relieved to have him out of his house. As he’s brainstorming somewhere to stay, Steve motherfucking Harrington pops up in his hospital room and offers the guest room in his own home, stating that “he talked to Max about it and they figured it was the best option”. And fuck, Billy really wants to refuse but he’s also in no position to reject help, so he swallows his pride and agrees.

The next few weeks pass by in bickering, yelling and reluctant acceptance. Billy makes a full recover from his wounds, and occupied the Harrington garage with working out gear and matted floors. The Byers move away, and the kids spend an increasing amount of time in the house with the both of them. Billy takes to watching the kids and Harrington for entertainment.

He notices Dustin, his annoying bright smile clearly Harrington’s favorite, Max, who finds in Harrington the tenderness and comfort Billy has never been capable of providing, Lucas, who sees a mentor, an idol, something to strive for as both of them spend hours under the boiling sun, dribbling a basketball in the backyard. Then, he notices little Wheeler, full of anger, alone, never seeming to fully fit in in their dynamic.

And fuck if that doesn’t hit Billy a little too close to home. Looking at Mike in those moments can almost make him forget about how much of a little shit Wheeler is. But Billy is no nanny McPhee, not like Harrington is, he’s not entirely sure on how to approach the kid.

But then a fight breaks out one day. Not a fistfight, the kids are too soft for that, but it leaves Dustin red faced, Lucas gritting his teeth, Max clenching her fists and Mike walking away, hissing like an angry cat, and suddenly, Billy lets out an “I got it”, avoiding Harrington’s confused, cautious stare, and goes after the kid.

Mike’s not easy to deal with, he spits a particular brand of poison that Billy knows someone only develops by being raised in a specific type of household, and snaps like a cornered animal, and Billy gets it, he understands what is like to be so angry that the air itself tastes like rage, heck, he feels like that most days. So, without thinking about it, he corners Mike and throws the first punch.

It’s more of a tap, really, he doesn’t want to bruise the kid too much. But then they are rolling on the floor, punching and snarling like wild animals. The kid hits hard, but focuses on the chest, shoulders, so Billy knows he doesn’t mean to hurt him. They continue at it for a while, before collapsing on the ground, panting, bruised messes. “Feel better?” Billy asks and Mike responds with a surprised “Yeah”, and Billy helps him up, pats his head like he would a large dog’s.

From then on it evolves naturally. Wheeler and him are made from the same stuff. They get each other, frustrated, with rage bubbling beneath their skin, and oh so painfully repressed. It’s easy in a way it never has been to tuck little Wheeler under his arm and drag him away for messes. To curl his long, frail looking fingers in a proper fist and coaching him into attacking his punching bag.

Suddenly, after a difficult conversation with Lucas and Max, followed by a hard, but sincere apology, Billy enters the pick up rotation, and Mike always rides shotgun. Suddenly, Billy’s chasing the kid around in the backyard, wrestling and screaming and getting him into shape because “fuck you Hargrove, I’m not joining a sports team” suddenly he’s teaching the kid how to fight dirty, because between the bullies, government agents and the quarry incident (that was told to him while he wiped the blood off the kid’s bruised nose) every fight is life or death and Billy’s telling him to “bite, tear off a chunk of flesh, go for the eyes or the crotch, it doesn’t need to look pretty, it needs to *work*”. He’s sharing the kid’s first drink with him, laughing as he sputters at the bitter taste. Billy’s taking care of his first hangover and teaching him how to do so in the future because Wheeler’s a goody two shoes and is probably gonna be the sober friend, but either way, Billy’s teaching him how to drink because there’s no way in hell his kid’s making a fool of himself once high school parties start.

Billy, who cusses out Mike when he learns that Mike flat irons his hair because “fuck you Wheeler, I had to perm mine”, and spends a night away teaching him how to wash and scrunch his curls back into existence. Billy, who bullies him into sending Will Byers his letters, that spent weeks rotting in a box under his bed. Billy, who works out while Mike writes, tucked in a corner in the garage. Billy, who kicks him in the sheens but then hugs him in barely contained worry when he does something stupid, who helps him get a part time job with Max so he can afford a ticket to California, who takes Mike to the Quarry and screams on the top of his lungs with him, letting out weeks of pent up rage, who picks him up at the police station when he’s accused of arson (a certain Ted Wheeler’s vacation boat that spends most of its months tucked away in a storage container) and gives him an alibi, only to pat Mike in the head in that way Mike has learned meant affection and congratulates him once they’re out of sight.

They’re not nice, not like Steve and the other kids are with each other. There’s too much teeth and sharp bone in them to do so. But they’re good, and fuck if it doesn’t feel cathartic to Billy to be able to fully care for, nurture, someone in the ways that he knows how and not be pushed away for it. To be able to ask Mike where he’s going, with who, at what time, why, with what clothes, in a way that had made every other person in his life cower away in discomfort only for little Wheeler to preen a little under the attention, never feeling suffocated.

He ends up working at the local gym, giving boxing lessons. Mike goes to school, befriends Eddie Munson, who Billy keeps a sharp eye on. Months pass. Billy drives Mike to the airport and gives him one last pat on the head when he goes to California.

He’ll never admit it, but remembering the little shit, among Harrington and his mom and his sister, is what gives him the strength to run when Vecna comes for him.

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bonniebird · 2 years

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Recovery things I think Billy Hargrove would have gone through if he’d been rescued from Neil

Trigger warnings: Based on my experience with a parent like Neil Hargrove and being responsible for a younger sibling. Some people might find triggering/ upsetting and some of the terms may be wrong as my therapist and I have a short hand.

Billy being allowed to find out what his favourite colour is and what his favourite food is (Parents like Neil will pick what you like/ allowed to like based on what they idealise you to be like so these two would be big deals. It’s actually really hard to do.)

Billy getting to have decent furniture and be allowed to keep it without any conditions or expectations of him owing anyone anything. (He’s the scapegoat child so he will purposefully have not been given nice furniture of would have had to but his own while Max would have been given everything new specifically to cause a rift between the two. Billy and Max make up half the Hargrove household if Neil keeps them apart he has more control)

Billy finding his fav cologne (Neil would have most likely given Billy his old cologne and Billy just kept buying that because it is a ‘safe’ item)

Billy going through an imprinting phase when he trusts people (I think he’d start with Max and El and then develop trust from there)

Billy learning to self-soothe because of the support he has/ develops.

Becoming more engaged as he trusts the group and growing into his version of himself.

Less of him dissociating / no more scenes of him smoking, drinking listening to music watching TV and working out all at once because he’ll begin to be able to be alone with his own thoughts without negative thoughts or panic attacks.

Teaching Max to swim/surf (even if she already can) because it’s a natural ground and something he’s good at so he’ll be more confident bonding with her.

Becoming less sexualised when the adults around him value him as a person and human being rather than an object.

Billy being surprised that physical contact can be a good thing (If Joyce is involved in his recovery she’d help him handle this and it would make the acceptance process of not every physical touch is bad a lot faster)

Billy getting used to platonic hugs/kisses and not flinching or feeling sick when he’s hugged.

Billy being given gifts unconditionally or without the expectation of doing or giving something in return. (Being given gifts would have been transactional. I gifted you a pair of school shoes you needed so now you owe me. I was nice enough to get you a birthday present you’re in my debt.)

Spreading/stopping resource guarding. (In the show Billy has his most valuable items around his bed in easy-to-grab spaces. Neil doesn’t view Billy as a person separate from himself so as far as he is concerned, anything Billy owns Neil owns. But eventually, Billy would feel comfortable enough to eventually stop resource guarding)

His struggle switch becomes easier to deal with as his brain deals with and recovers from the trauma of surviving 18 years of abuse.

Becoming less sexualised as he starts to be respected and acknowledged as a person and not an object by the people around him.

Billy being having fewer nightmares because he is able to talk to people about what’s going on.

Being shocked when someone else cleans up after him / cooks for him as the scapegoat child he’s been the one cleaning the Hargrove house and cooking.

Collecting phase. Billy isn’t supposed to take up space in the Hargrove house as it would have been considered an attack on Neil. A nice rock, cool acorn, a wrapper of a sweet he had and really liked. Eventually, he’ll get rid of it but for a few months, the item will be a positive memory trigger.

Fidgeting. Billy will get to a point about 7-16 months into his recovery where he’s jittery and fidgeting. Mostly with his hands as the hands are often used as a way to self-soothe. At first, he’d be aggressive (Day one - month 5/6) because he’s uncertain that being removed will last (Parents like Neil have a nasty habit of always escaping trouble and managing to show up at the worst possible moment) but eventually once he is secure and sure he’s safe he’ll calm down which will lead to nervous behaviour. He may also have stressed-induced OCD ticks as often people who have traumatic early childhoods develop them.

Max insisting on helping Billy with a hobby. Personally, I think working on his car or building something. Billy has spent a huge portion of his life protecting his mum and then Max from Neil so that’s something that’s going to be hard to stop doing especially as it would have been a condition for his survival, (Make sure Max is fed, has a clean house, gets places she needs to go and you won’t be beaten). That is something that is so difficult to unlearn so he’s going to go through a phase where everything Max does makes him mad because she’s not careful enough. Everything from stumbling up the curb to climbing up a tree and jumping out is going to have him running after her like a mother hen who raised a duckling that got into the water for the first time.

Gift-giving / false love bombing. For a while, if Billy feels indebted or like he has strong emotions towards people he will give them gifts as he won’t know how to process/handle certain emotions. Unlike Neil who loves bombs to trap people in a relationship with him, Billy will gift give in place of emotional interactions.

Info dumping! If Billy finds someone he trusts and someone who will genuinely have an interest in his thoughts and opinions he will tell them everything and I mean every single thought he has in his head. No detail is too small or big. He will most likely tell them the same story several times as well.

Hypersexuality/Hyposexuality phases. Because of how adults have treated him in the past and Neil's obsession with manliness, Billy’s identity that he’s been allowed to develop has been hypersexual. People value him because he’s pretty and sex triggers chemicals that make him feel good physically and mentally. However, when he starts developing as a person away from Neil he’s going to start questioning the behaviour which will be reinforced by people taking an interest in what he likes/hates things he’s interested in. Once he’s secure this should level out.

His trauma amnesia might start to give him memory flashes and he’ll be able to remember his mother’s face more clearly as his brain heals. Around this time things like smells and sounds will make him oversensitive and he might display age regressive behaviours or cause him to have outbursts of anger. He will probably start to remember more severe traumatic events and will need therapy to avoid a recovery relapse.

If his mother is still alive (Personally I think Neil killed her when she tried to leave and Billy’s brain blocked it out or rewrote what happened as he was going for her face and neck and he goes for billy’s neck in the show which shows a pretty severe abusive situation.) He might seek her out after a few years. If it goes well he’ll have up and down moments when seeing her. His mood will build and reach a peak when meeting her and then his mood will plummet to normal levels after seeing her which can lead to depressive episodes or emotions that he can’t handle/control (Again if Joyce is involved I think this is something that she would be able to handle really well with him.)

Anxiety. He’s going to be made of anxiety. There will be days when he can’t go outside during the first few months. The day Neil moves out of Hawkins is the day you’ll see him strutting down the street with a smile on his face like it was the best day of his life. He’ll have several different safety habits to help cope with his anxiety.

He’ll be independent to a fault, probably to the point of sleepless hair falling out stress, but will also try to take on whatever Max needs as well. He’s been made responsible for her since she joined the Hargrove family and it’s a hard habit to break.

#billy hargrove

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ryuzakemo128 · 10 months

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I'm Not Sure How Late, But I'll Be There

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Volkova [Female Reader]

Genre: Fluff & Angst

Masterlist

Summary: Billy finds comfort in his girlfriend's apartment, after a particular bad night with his father, a yelling match ensued between the two of them and it ended up with his father shoving him into the bookshelf. Leading him to run out of the house, heart pounding and tears streaming down his face. Desperate for solace and support, Billy seeks refuge at Volkova's apartment.

Trigger Warning[s]:

Mention of Abuse

Child Abuse

Yelling

Author's Note: Second attempt at writing something for this character. I hope you like it.

[Billy Hargrove Point of View]

I parked my car into the driveway, I was fifteen minutes late and Max wasn't there to pick her up, so I didn't bother waiting around for her to show up in the school's parking lot. I waited fifteen minutes for her, there was no sign of her. Figuring she must have found someone else to take her home or decided to use her skateboard to get back home.

I walked into the house, I sighed relieved, my father wasn't home until much later as he was a security guard for a bank. In turn caused him to work odd hours, during this week he would return home in the mid to late evenings. I made my way to my bedroom and started drinking beer. As the afternoon continued marching forward, alcohol dulled the senses and numbed the constant pain.

I was training to become a lifeguard at Hawkin's Community Pool. Which engulfed and taken over my afternoons, Volkova worked at a diner late at night to put towards her education and I didn't want to be stuck here forever. I didn't want to stay here in Hawkins forever. I wanted to move back to California, where we used to live and the place I loved more than any other.

My father walked into my bedroom, Susan stood in the doorway behind him, they were looking for Max by the looks of it.

"What the hell, Billy? Where's Max?" My father's voice boomed, his words laced with anger and disappointment. I could feel my pulse quickening, my body tensing up.

"I don't know, alright? She wasn't at school, and I didn't see her when I left," I replied, my voice strained. I had been late picking her up, and now it seemed like everything was falling apart.

"You're her brother! It's your responsibility to look out for her!" he shouted, his face turning red with fury.

"It's not my responsibility to take care of her every second of the day!" I shot back, my own anger starting to bubble to the surface. "She's perfectly capable of taking care of herself."

My father's eyes narrowed, and he took a step toward me. "You think you're so damn important, don't you? You think you can just do whatever the hell you want without consequences?"

"Say sorry to Susan for your disrespectful behaviour," he stated shoving me into the shelves behind me, pushing a little hard each time he said it and by the last push, my back was against the shelves I was about to cry.

"I'm sorry Susan." I replied, I didn't want to apologize to her and I certainly didn't want to get hit in the face again.

"Go find Max!" Neil stated, my father didn't want me to come back until I got her back home.

It felt like my heart was caught up inside of my lungs, my face felt hot and my tears stung the corners of my eyes.

"Billy, what happened? Are you okay?" Her voice was filled with worry as she gently placed her hands on my arms, her touch grounding me in the midst of my turmoil.

"I… I had a fight with my dad," I managed to choke out, my voice wavering. "It… it got physical this time."

"Did he hurt you?" She asked, frowning concerned and I could see the worry etched onto her features like a painting. "Do I need to beat him up for you?" she added trying to ease the tension.

I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, despite the heaviness in my heart. Volkova had a way of injecting humor into even the darkest moments. Her dark humor was like a balm for my soul.

"No need for that, he's not worth it." I replied chuckling at her remark.

"Well, I suppose we should get something to eat then? My treat." She replied going to a quiet booth away from the prying eyes of others around us.

We sat in comfortable silence, taking solace in each other's presence. Volkova knew when to offer comfort and when to give space. It was one of the things I loved most about her.

"You know, sometimes I wish I could escape from this town," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Start fresh somewhere far away."

I'm Not Sure How Late, But I'll Be There, I'll be there waiting for you no matter what time it is and no matter how dark things get. We can find our way out of this darkness together.

"Thank you for being here for me," I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude. "You're my light in the darkness."

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puppetoffthehook · 2 years

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A Haircut Makes A Man

Trigger warnings: f slur, abuse, physical harm

Inspired by this art by @kyrosh

Billy was just trying to help Susan by washing the dishes from dinner. Neil was working late apparently so everyone else had already eaten and they were doing their own activities. Max was in her room reading her comic books and talking to Lucas over the handheld radio they all used. Susan was watching Magnum P.I. reruns in the livingroom. The quiet and the repetitive task at hand were actually kind of soothing.

He should’ve known it wouldn’t last. Didn’t matter how close to Christmas it was.

The front door opened and closed and Billy heard Susan greet his dad as he started on drying the dishes. The older man’s footsteps approached the kitchen and stopped suddenly, making Billy’s hackles rise.

“Welcome home, Da-“

He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before those footsteps came nearer much too quickly. He felt a rough hand in his hair that yanked with all its might until Billy fell with an agonized yell. The blonde scrabbled to untangled the fingers from his curls even as he was being bodily dragged by his hair. He kept yelling at his father to let go, he hadn’t done anything wrong. Today Neil Hargrove decided his son’s appearance was wrong.

Neil always hated the mullet but never did anything about it before. You look like a fag. Good for nothing. White trash. Billy loved it because it was masculine enough that no one aside from old fucks like his dad gave him shit for it and he’d still see a hint of his mother in himself when he looked in the mirror. Her blue eyes. Her blonde hair. Now he looks in the mirror as his father pulls him up and all Billy sees is a boy with tears cascading down his face yet again.

“I’m just about sick of looking at you traipsing around this house looking like a faggot with that fucking hair!” Neil practically throws him onto the toilet and Billy sits in terrified silence. His scalp is screaming and he’s certain a chunk of hair was fully removed, if not then he’s fucking surprised. The older male digs through drawers until he finds what he’s after; a pair of hair shears Susan uses to trim Max’s hair.

“Dad-“

“Shut your damn mouth, boy.” Billy stills as his father reaches out and roughly grabs his jaw. It hurts but he tries not to react. “Real men don’t have long hair like this shit on your head. A haircut makes a man, son, and you’re finally going to experience what that’s like.”

Billy knows it’ll happen no matter what he does - his father made up his mind the moment he entered the kitchen - so why not add injury to insult? “Cutting off my hair won’t make me less of a queer on Christmas, Dad.” The fist connecting with his teeth was worth it. Neil couldn’t deny that no matter what he did, he still had to live knowing his only son was gay.

That fire bled from him the moment he felt the shears hacking away at his curls. Tears came to light in his eyes which only made his father sneer at him. Every snip of the blades meeting where they cut made the teen wish he could just throw his dad off and run, just get the hell out and never come back. But he knows he’d come back by nightfall.

One final snip and the last curls fall. He’s heaved up from the toilet and forced to look at himself in the mirror. His dad is grinning that awful, hateful grin and Billy just looks horrified. “Who would’ve guessed under that pussy hairdo you had the makings of a real man!”

He looks just like his dad aside from the curls on top of his head. It makes him sick. It makes him never want to look in a mirror again. The blonde stands deathly still as his father trims the cut to make it even - his military barber days paying off in this display of control. “I don’t want to see it any fucking longer than this or I’ll shave your entire head, William. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.” Spoken clearly and to his liking, Neil threw the shears in the sink and told him to clean it all up. Billy looked in the mirror and saw his father’s hateful eyes looking back at him. His eyes, not hers. He can’t look at himself because he can’t see her anymore.

He shaves his mustache that night and decides he’ll try to grow the mullet back before graduation.

#billy musings #the puppet #tw abuse #tw f slur #drabble #billy hargrove #anti neil hargrove

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arickaandherfictionalothers · 2 months

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The rescue of Billy Hargrove and Maxine Mayfield

(Aricka x Billy, Billy Hargrove and Max Mayfield, The Munson Four (mentioned)

(CONTENT AND TRIGGER WARNING: heavy mentions of child abuse; heavy mentions of blood and injuries, Neil Hargrove is his own warning, Aricka slams a plate onto Neil’s head.)

Aricka Munson was busy doing her homework the day Billy and Max were freed from their parents’ custody. She’d been buried in her work, writing some essay she didn’t even remember about now, when she heard an ear splitting scream from the Hargrove trailer.

She didn’t hesitate- she grabbed the walkie-talkie her and her three brothers shared and pressed the button, stuttering a “code red, Hargrove trailer, HOPPER HELP-!” And ran out the door to said trailer. She didn’t even knock, she slammed the door open and stopped short at what she saw-

“BILLY-!” The eldest of the two was on his back, his father hovering over him, fist drawn back to strike. Billy’s face was bloodied and bruised, and she could see marks on his knuckles from where he tried fighting back.

Max was huddled against the wall, tears and blood trickling down her own cheeks. Aricka itched to go wrap her arms around the girl and around Billy but first she had to get Neil sidetracked.

“HEY-!” She yelled again. Neil wheeled around, anger and hatred in his cold, empty eyes. “I’m sick and tired of you being a bully and picking on innocent CHILDREN-!” She grabbed the nearest item- a plate- and slammed it into his head, it shattering to pieces as Billy rolled over to avoid the inevitable glass falling on him, shielding his head as he did. “Max, go to uncle Wayne’s and call the police, NOW-!”

Max took off, before Neil could even try running after her Aricka slid between the girl and the man. Neil legitimately growled at her, and she rolled her eyes. “You act all big and mean, but you have to beat up your own SON to feel good about yourself. It’s sickening. I pity you, Neil Hargrove.”

The man roared and ran at her, like he was about to hit her-

But a hand wrapped around his fist stopped him. Billy was suddenly standing in between Aricka and Neil; a dangerously cold glare on his face. “You. Don’t. Touch. Her.” He said, cold and full of steel. “I’m done letting you push me and Max around. The cops are on their way. I’m going to press charges. And I’m getting Max out of here.”

Neil paused momentarily, only to get over the shock of Billy fighting back, fighting for Aricka, before he got his footing back and tried to push Billy against the wall-

And then chaos erupted.

“FREEZE-! HAWKINS POLICE, PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” Aricka Billy and Neil all did as told, but Hopper only advanced on Neil. “Neil Hargrove, you’re under arrest for domestic and child abuse; physical assault and forgery.” He wrenched Neil’s hands behind his back and slapped the cuffs on.

Billy leans heavily against Aricka as they watch Neil get escorted out to the waiting police cruiser. He groans softly and she turns to face him. “You need the hospital,” she says, and it worried her slightly when he didn’t even try to argue with her. “C’mon baby, uncle Wayne can take us. I’m sure my brothers wanna see you, make sure you’re safe now. Max can meet us there.”

Billy nods, wrapped his arms around her. “Just- just stay with me, okay? I- I need you with me right now.”

Aricka kisses his sweaty forehead, “I’ll always be here for as long as you need me.”

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The rest of the night was a grueling affair. They had to document all of Billy and Max’s injuries, take statements from everyone involved at the scene; and they had to document the cuts on Aricka’s hand from the plate breaking. (She wasn’t in any trouble because she was defending Billy.)

Billy kept a hand on her shirt, wrapped in the hemline. She kept a rhythm of petting his hair, his cheek, his hands as the doctors worked. He answers quietly, in few worded sentences, sometimes looking to Aricka for answers, and she filled in when she could. His arm was casted- he chose a blue cast the shade of the ocean- his ribs were treated with bruise cream and ice. They were currently discussing surgery dates for his nose- it had got broken as well.

Max’s wrist was sprained from when Billy pushed her away from Neil, and she was generally shaken up from the events of the night. She would go home with Aricka and Steve Harrington and Billy would go with her.

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What felt like years later, Wayne was pulling back into the trailer park and in front of the trailer Aricka had never been more grateful to call home. She helped Billy out of the truck, kept an arm around his middle, and they walked inside together. “You sit on my bed and relax, I’ll be in after I use the bathroom,” she says softly with a kiss to his cheek. “I love you.”

He nods and squeezes her hand as she leaves. When she returns he was lying on his back, staring at the stars on her ceiling. “Hi baby,” she says, and carefully joins him, making sure she didn’t jostle his injuries.

He immediately- cautiously- rolled over and laid his head on her chest. “You- you- you’re here,” he whispered. She tangled her fingers in his curly hair, pressing her face into it.

“You couldn’t have made me stay away unless you asked,” she whispered back. “I love you Billy, and I’m never leaving you. I’m gonna help you through this like I’ve helped you through everything. I’m so proud of you for being so brave and telling Hopper everything. For fighting back and saving me from him-,”

“You saved me first,” he countered.

She softened. “We saved each other, then.”

He melted back against her. “Is it really over?” His voice sounded so small and soft in that moment. She rubbed his back and scratched his scalp.

“Billy Hargrove, you’re free, my love. He can never touch you or Max again.”

He hides his face in her shirt again, and she lets him. “… I love you, too,” he whispered finally. The words wrapped around her heart and squeezed and she sneakily wiped away a tear from her eye.

“I’ll always love you, Billy Hargrove.”

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@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

#Spotify #we saved each other #gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight #billy my beloved #Aricka x Billy #Aricka and MadMax #Aricka and max #aricka and madmax 🛹#madmax 101 dash 🛹

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jedi-mabari · 2 years

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What Were you Thinking?

Word Count: 1470 Warnings: Trigger warnings for abuse, Neil being a massive asshole. Mentions of blood. A/N: I appear to have fallen down the Billy Hargrove hole, and that's kind of where I'm stuck for the moment haha. But seriously, if the content of this story as mentioned in the warnings may trigger you, please read carefully if you decide to read at all.

Summary: You study session at Billy's if interrupted when Neil come home unexpectedly. ______________________

You were hiding in Billy’s bathroom when Neil slammed his son’s bedroom door open. You jumped, clasping your hand over your mouth to keep from making a sound. Billy pushed you into the bathroom as soon as he had heard his father pull up, warning you to stay quiet. You heard Neil slam the door shut again, and when he started speaking, it was low and scary.

“What the hell is wrong with you,” he hissed, and you dared to crack open the door. He was towering over Billy, his face red and his eyes narrowed. “Do you even know where your sister is?” You expected Billy to be his usual cock self, but you watched him shrink into himself.

“She’s over at the Sinclair kids house, I think,” he said, his eyes looking anywhere but his dad’s face.

“You think,” he asked, grabbing Billy by the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. “What do you mean you think? You are responsible for her!” He let go of Billy’s shirt as he struck Billy across the cheek with the back of his hand. You gasped as Billy staggered back, tears springing to your eyes.

You pushed the door open as Neil went for Billy again, picking up a text book. You gripped the book tight and swung, connecting with Neil’s shoulder, drawing his attention.

“What the fuck? Who the hell is this?” He turned to you, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“Leave her alone,” Billy shouted, stopped from getting to you by Neil holding out his arm.

“Oh, she must be one of your whores,” he growled, dragging you around by the hair. You grip his wrist, holding it to your head so that even though he could jerk you around, he couldn’t rip your hair out.

“Let me go,” you shouted, kicking out at him, hitting his shins with the toes of your shoe.

“I said leave her alone,” Billy yelled, and suddenly you were on the floor, your scalp aching from the grip Neil had on your hair. You looked up in time to see Billy scooping you into his arms and Neil holding his nose kneeling on the ground.

You had barely caught your breath by the time Billy was shoving you into his camaro. He ran around to the driver side and started the engine, peeling away from the curb before Neil could get to you. You could hear him screaming from the door as Billy drove away. You turned to watch Neil and the house fade away as Billy sped down the road.

“What the hell were you thinking,” Billy snapped, using a tone he had never used with you. You shrunk into your seat and quickly put your seat belt on. “I told you to stay in the bathroom.” He was still yelling as he swiped at the blood dripping from his nose. You hadn’t even noticed he was bleeding until now.

“Are you okay,” you asked, and his eyes snapped to your face, his eyes narrowing into a glare.

“Are you?” Still yelling, but it sounded different. Not angry, but still upset, worried maybe. Your head still hurt, the dull throb of your scalp turning into a headache.

“Yeah,” you said, tears finally falling from your eyes. You could see the tears in his eyes before he wiped them away with the back on his hand.

“What were you thinking,” he asked through gritted teeth. He wasn’t yelling, but he was still angry.

“I couldn’t just watch him do that to you,” you said, wiping away your own tears. “I didn't know what else to do.”

“I shouldn’t have taken you there,” he said, his hand slamming down on the steering wheel. “I know better than that.” He glared out of the windshield, his hands wrapped around the wheel so tight they were white.

“Can we pull over,” you asked, your hands gripping your seat belt. You felt like you were going to be sick, and you didn’t want to get sick in his car. You couldn’t wrap your head around what had just happened. Billy looked at you for a moment and nodded. He pulled over on the side of the road and you ripped your seat belt off before the car was in park.

You bailed out of the car and started sucking in fresh air. You bent over, your eyes screwed shut, trying not to picture what Neil was going to do to Billy if he went back home. You jumped when you felt a hand on your back, pulling away from the touch. Billy grabbed your arm to keep you from tripping over your own feet.

“Just breathe,” he said, pulling you into his chest. You felt his hand on the back of your head, and you wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, pulling yourself closer to him. You wanted to say something, anything really, but you couldn’t think of anything other than to apologize. He was holding you so tight you could feel him shake. He just held you for a while, and soon the nausea passed.

“I should get you home,” he said, pulling you back towards the car. You stopped him before he could open the door for you. You grabbed his arm and shook your head.

“Come with me,” you said, reaching up to try and wipe some dried blood from his face. He leaned away from your hand, pulling away from you entirely. “Please, Billy. I can’t think about you going back there.” He looked over the top of the car instead of at you, his jaw tightening as he clenched his teeth.

“I can’t,” he said, pulling the passenger door open. You waited for a moment before getting in. You wanted to insist, but the set of his jaw shut you up and you just got back in the car, clicking your seat belt in place. When Billy started the car again you rolled down your window so you could keep the fresh air on your face.

The drive to your house was quiet and tense. Billy was still white knuckling the steering wheel the entire way, and you were trying to come up with an argument that would get him to stay with you. You found yourself planless when he pulled up in front of your house. He didn’t lean over and kiss you goodbye like he normally did, but rather kept his eyes focused on the street beyond the hood of his camaro. You lingered in the car, your hand resting on the door handle.

“Billy,” you said softly, reaching over to grab his elbow. He still didn’t look at you, but he did turn his head slightly at his name coming out of your mouth. “Please come inside. Don’t go home. I’ll call the Sinclair's and tell Max she can stay over too. Her and my sister and kind of friends.”

“I already said no,” he said, relaxing his grip on the steering wheel.

“I know,” you said back, turning in your seat so you were facing him, “but I cannot stand the idea of you going back to that house. Back to that asshole!” Your headache was gone now, but your scalp was still sore.

“He’s had enough time to calm down. I’ll bring Max home and it’ll be fine.” He turned towards you, his steady glare telling you to drop it. “This isn’t a debate, (y/n).”

“No, it isn’t,” you agreed, fixing him with a glare of your own. “And the longer you stay here, the more time he has to calm down.” His face softened and he shook his head, and in a rare moment of vulnerability, he was honest with you.

“If I don’t go back with Max, he won’t just beat the shit out of me.” You had never heard him sound so small or scared. You could see the wall of tears behind his lashes. “It’ll be worse.” You took just a moment to comprehend what he just said before you leapt across the bar, pulling him into your arms.

“Come over tomorrow,” you said, kissing the side of his head. “We’ll make a plan to get you guys out safely.” You held onto him for another minute, his hands holding onto your arm as he took a minute to cry. He sucked in a deep breath and you pulled away from him as he dried his face. You had never seen him anywhere close to crying, and you ignored every instinct to comfort him while he put his wall back up.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, (y/n),” he said, putting his sunglasses on to hide his red puffy eyes. He leaned over and kissed your cheek before you got out of his car. You waved to him as you closed the door and he drove away. You stood on the lawn and watched him disappear around a corner.

#Billy Hargrove x Reader #Billy Hargrove #reader insert #stranger things #Jedi mabari writes #Billy Hargrove needs a hug man #He deserved so much better than a shitty dad #and a mom who pulled a disappearing act

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mythos-writes · 2 years

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Meeting the Families

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Plot: You are meeting his parents, but that doesn’t go well so you bring him over to meet your Mom, with a surprise…

Please read the trigger warnings.

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Word Count: 1382

Warnings: Neil being a bad parent, swearing, TW: abuse,

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Billy and (Y/N) had been dating for a couple of months at this point. He had brought out her confidence, while she had brought out his softer side. He still puts on his tough persona when they were out, but he drops the act quicker when it’s just the two of them. He was leaning against the locker beside (Y/N). He watched her put some textbooks back into the locker before she turned to him.

“Hey, why don’t you come over today,” he says. (Y/N) looks at him, astonished at his words.

“Really? You have never wanted me to come over before?” He nods before placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Yeah, and it’s probably better than sitting in our cars all the time,” he jokes. She giggles before leaning against him.

“Alrighty. I’m down,” she says. He grins before kissing her on the lips.

“Let's get going then,” he says while she locks her locker and then making their way towards the parking lot.

They walked into Billy’s house and it was quiet. (Y/N) felt Billy physically relax before closing the door. She looked around, it looked like a normal house.

“ Is everything alright?” she questions.

“Yeah. How about we go to my room and you can help me with my homework,” Billy suggests.

“Why do I have a feeling homework will be the last thing we are doing?” Billy smiled down at her before shrugging. She rolls her eyes before following him upstairs.

“You are ridiculous,” she says with a laugh as they enter.

When (Y/N) passed through the threshold of his room, all she smelled was him. His cologne was mixed with cigarette smoke. Billy wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her and brings her over to the bed. He hovers over her and they just look at each other. Billy then flips her so he was laying on his back and (Y/N) was laying on his chest. She looked up at him, before placing a kiss on his chest and nuzzling in. He smiled before beginning her closer, and then they both drift off.

"Billy!" the voice wakes the both of them from their slumbers.

The two had jumped from the bed, shaken by the loud voice. Billy looks down at (Y/N) who was very confused.

“Billy,” the voice yells again. Billy then got really stiff.

“Shit,” he says before moving her towards his closet.

“Just be quiet, and I will be back, ok?” she gives a scared nod before Billy closes the door, leaving it open just a little, letting (Y/N) look into the room.

Billy then sat on his bed, when his door opened. Before Billy could get a word in, the sound of a punch landing and a large thump was heard. She looked out of the crack of the door, and saw Billy on the ground, with a bruise starting to form across his face.

(Y/N) quickly placed her hand over her mouth, not wanting this man who just hit him to find her. Tears welled up as she sees her boyfriend laying on the ground, dazed like no other. She was so far in her own thoughts that she couldn’t hear any talking. The slamming door broke her thought, she quickly got out of the closet and went over to him. She places his head in her lap, trying to get him grounded.

“Billy, Billy come on! Come back,” She's while running a hand through his hair. He moved closer to her, and his eyes became less glossy. Billy then quickly stood up, looking around trying to find his dad.

“Billy?” (Y/N) asks quietly. He looks at her and how scared she was at what just happened. Billy walked over and cupped her face, tears now running down (Y/N)’s face.

“We have to get out of here. Now,” he states while turning to get their things. Billy puts his head to the door, trying to listen for anything on the other side of the door. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs again.

“Shit. Guess we are going out the window tonight,” he says while pulling her towards the window sill. He quickly throws out their stuff and then jumps out first.

“Come on hop along,” he says while holding his arms out to catch her. They got out of the house and into (Y/N) car and got away from the Hargrove home.

“We are going to my house,” she says while leaving his block. Billy didn’t say anything, but she took it as a sign that he was ok with it. She reaches over and holds his hand. He looks over at her with a small smile.

“Hey, you will be ok. We will be ok,” (Y/N) says before kissing his hand.

When the two teens walked into (Y/N)’s house, they were greeted with a surprise.

“Mom, I didn’t know you would be home. I thought you were out?” she says.

“I was going to go, but something came up. Who’s this?” she questions while pointing to Billy.

“Oh. I wanted to introduce you two before but this is Billy. He is my boyfriend,” she says while intertwining her hand with his. Her mom was shocked, but then quickly grounded herself before walking up to Billy, giving him a once over.

As a parent, she knew that Billy was hiding behind a wall. She smiled and brought him into a hug. This shocks both of the teens, but he let go of (Y/N) hand and returned the hug.

“A parent always knows,” she whispers in his ear. This makes him go stiff. But when they met eye to eye again, he is only greeted by soft (Y/M/E/C) eyes.

“You don’t have to talk about it now, but when you are ready,” she says.

Tears start to build up in his eyes. He nods before looking to (Y/N). She had just been watching the interaction between the two and was smiling at them.

“Come on you two, Pizza just came out of the oven,” she says while moving to the kitchen.

Billy looks to (Y/N) with the same glossy eyes as before. Tears start to form in her own eyes. She reached up and kissed his cheek. She smiles before pulling him towards the kitchen. They had just started to eat when the doorbell rings.

“Who could that be? At this time of night?”

(Y/N) got up and went to the door. She looks through the glass and gasped. She rips the door open and jumped into her dad’s arms.

“Daddy,” she says while crying into his army uniform. He hugs her and brings them inside.

Her mom ran to the door and joined the hug. Billy stood back in the kitchen door and watched the family reunion. When the hug broke, (Y/N) dad made eye contact with Billy. He went ridged in the presence of the returning father.

"Dad, this is Billy. He is my boyfriend," (Y/N) says while moving towards the scared teen. She holds his hand while watching her dad.

Her dad looked Billy up and down, trying to intimidate him, which was working.

“You are taking care of my daughter?” He questions him. Billy just shook his head, not trusting his words. (Y/D/N) then smiled and brought him into a hug. This shocked both teens, but especially Billy. His dad never really hugged him, so getting hugged like this was weird to him.

“You are welcome here anytime,” he says before moving to the kitchen, leaving the two teens in the living room.

“Are you ok?” (Y/N) questions. Billy looks into the kitchen and sees her parents having a little moment. A small smile grows on his face.

“Yeah. I haven’t had this much family love thrown at me in so long,” he tells her. This broke (Y/N) a little and brought him into a hug. She looks up to see her parents staring at the couple with smiles across their faces. She smiled back and hugged Billy tighter.

This has turned from the shittiest day of their lives to the happiest day in both of their lives.

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