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season 2 canon divergence where instead of just blowing Max off when she doesn’t show at the end of the day Billy does actually go looking for her.
But instead he finds El, fresh off seeing Mike and Max in the gym and nursing that bitter little sting. So when Billy's like, "Hey kid, you seen a loudmouth redhead around?" she lies and says no.
Billy quickly picks up that this kid is pretty odd and he's like, "You good? Where are your parents?"
"Papa's dead. I live with Jim now. He said not to leave the cabin. No one’s supposed to know." says El, and big ol alarm bells go off in Billy’s head.
"Can't belive I'm saying this, but I think we need to go to the police." he says.
"Jim's a police man."
Of course he fucking is. Creepy fucking nowheres-ville, ass-backwards goddamn town. "Okay, what about your mom? Any idea where she is?"
So Billy helps her track her mom down and then goes with her to Chicago to find her sister, because something absolutely fucked is clearly going on, and then he's in on the Hawkins happenings.
They show up at the Byers together and him and Max are like, "What are you doing here?!"
anyway, I think that'd be fun.
#dude fire the duffers this is actually PERFECT#billy#max#el#it also would have ESTABLISHED that billy may be tuned into people be creeps towards kids#(i know thats not like confirmed that bully thought steve was being a creep with max but its so heavily implied)#yeah i think this would fit so well
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Eddie pulls the bottom of his shirt up with one hand and pushes the waist of his jeans down with the other, grinning as he shows his boyfriend the new ink pushed into his skin.
It’s just beside his hipbone, a simple cursive ‘J’ with a little black heart at the bottom.
Jason goes as white as a ghost as he stares at it with wide eyes, whispering, “You didn’t.”
Eddie’s grin only widens with a nod, “I did.”
He expects Jason to yell at him, tell him to remove it, or to try and wipe it off, as if Eddie had done it as a joke, but he doesn’t do any of that.
Instead, his cheeks turn pink and his breathing deepens as he steps closer, timid in his movements as he stops in front of Eddie and hesitantly reaches for him, his thumb landing next to the tattoo on Eddie’s sharp hipbone, rubbing a small circle into it as he admires the new ink.
The simple, delicate touch is a stab of arousal to his gut, the feeling spreading as Jason finally lifts his gaze to fix Eddie with half-lidded stare, desire clear there.
It makes Eddie swallow thickly, licking his lips as he mutters around a dry mouth, “You like it?”
He doesn’t get an answer, but he is pulled into their bedroom, where Jason shows him just how much he likes it.
#OKAY I GET IT NOW WOW#munver#fic#kinda wanna doodle that little hip touch moment#to draw#(if thats okay op also ive had 0 motivation#negative motivation to draw lately so it might now even happen)
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Nancy and Lucas: My weapon of choice? Something long range for sure, I don’t want to be too close to danger
Steve and Max: Midrange is fine, something sharp too, a knife will work in a pinch.
Jonathan, El and Billy: My weapon of choice against Inter-dimensional beings and humans alike? Oh, I don’t know… these fuckin hands.
#tw flashing#okay but does should el be in the same category? thats less 'hands' and more 'powerful brain waves' like
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fem harringrove who have a bigger height difference except stevie doesn’t notice at first- not much anyway because billie’s always wearing these huge heels or boots but. then she realises. and teases billie mercilessly then they kiss about it or something
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beloveds
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JOE KEERY Dork Magazine, ph. by Zachary Gray
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So
Max dies-ish and the four gates splitting Hawkins open happen on like March 27th
And the upside down finally starts bleeding into the town two days later when they all reunite on the 29th
Billy's birthday
Are the Duffer's really that insufferable that they pay no attention to dates or is that significant do you think
#they forgot wills birthday and got mad when people pointed out that will ended up having thee worst birthday in s4#theyre no way that was on purpose
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Daddy went to bed, bitches
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STEVE HARRINGTON
Stranger Things | 4.02: Vecna’s Curse
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He doesn't talk anymore.
It was a jarring switch, and everyone still isn't used to Steve's persistent silence.
Because before, he was nearly as chatty as Dustin. Always trying to make the kids laugh, yelling at them and calling them shitheads (albeit lovingly).
He doesn't even laugh anymore.
His windpipe had been badly crushed by the demobat's tail wrapped snugly around his neck.
He had needed surgery.
Surgery that had only added to the lacerations and the keloid scars around on his neck.
And really, it's not that he can't talk.
He couldn't for awhile, and it still hurts sometimes.
But he doesn't fucking want to.
He has nothing left to say.
Because he had made peace with death.
Several times, in fact. Throwing the burning bottles, being choked in a dried-out lake by a creature straight from his nightmares.
In fact, he had been mostly ready to venture into the sweet beyond since last summer.
His leg shook under the table, and he was staring at the silver ring on his thumb, spinning it around, and around.
He didn't really like when Robin left him alone at their donation table, she was much better at talking to the people that stopped by, bringing more clothes they didn't need, or coming to pick up something to replace what's been lost.
But Robin was doing her best to move on. Chatting up Vickie in some corner, somewhere.
A small cough got Steve's attention.
It was Susan. Hargrove. Mayfield? Did she go back to her previous name after her abusive husband left her with the corpse of his son?
"I found another box. I guess Maxine had been-" her eyes welled up, adn Steve's hands stopped spinning the ring around his thumb. "Well, I think she kept some things of his."
Steve's hands shook as he stood up.
He knew Billy and Max had been much closer than they let on.
He knew Max missed Billy more than she could really express.
He opened the box.
Right on top.
It was that fucking jacket.
The brown leather one. The one that was older and softer, more worm than anything else Billy owned.
Because he loved it. Because he took care of it. Because it was his favorite.
And something in Steve broke a little, and he raised the jacket to his face, and he breathed in deeply. He didn't care who saw. He didn't care that Susan's face had gone pale and her tears had started falling for real.
"Oh."
He barely heard her voice over the blood rushing in his ears, the smell and the memories and don't fucking cry, Steven!
Susan closed the box up carefully. Steve finally lowered the jacket.
"I can put this in your car. So you can keep them. You deserve to-" she glanced down at his hands, and the silver ring, tarnished and glinting on his thumb. "keep them."
Steve brought his hand up to his wobbling chin, touching his fingertips gently under his lip, bringing his hand back down, palm up.
Thank you.
He hoped she got it. Understood the way she understood his tears.
She took his hand briefly.
"I wish we had met differently. I wish-well. I'm sure you wish the same thing."
Steve nodded. His leg had started shaking again, making his whole body tremble. He felt unsteady on his feet.
He fished his keys out of his pocket, handing them to Susan so she could take the box and tuck it in his trunk.
"You take care, then. You, you remember him well."
Steve nodded again, hot tears dripping off his chin.
Yes, ma'am. He wanted to say. I'll never forget him.
But,
he doesn't talk anymore.
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billy always has to be touching steve when they’re sleeping. whether it’s entangling their legs or their hands touching, he likes to be reminded that steve’s still there and everything’s okay.
but sometimes billy will wake up in the middle of the night bcuz of a nightmare or sumtn and he can’t feel steve around him and he feels the general pressures of a post nightmare freak out building within his chest and tears are prickling at his eyes and he just...
breathe.
forces himself to remember what the therapist has been telling him to help ground himself in reality. bcuz nightmares are just bad dreams and dreams aren’t real if you don’t allow them to be.
so after a moment, billy takes a breath, eyes slightly groggy and still in a sleep haze, and reaches out, feeling around on the bed until his hand hits flesh and muscle.
gently, he pulls steve to him until steve’s back hits his chest. steve mumbles something noncoherent, slowly awakening at the movement. billy shushes him and curls his hand around his waist he burrows his nose in steve’s neck, breathing in his scent until he’s calm enough to fall back asleep.
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i’m teaching myself digital art so you’re gonna have to bear with me
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this pic is my brand now. i never realized how cute he is here 🫠
#billy#imma say heather had a polaroid and got everyone to pose all nice EXCEPT BILLY bc idk he just didnt care or he kept flipping off the camera#so heather fully caught him off guard sun in his eyes he barely had time to slap a half smile on#barely even a smile#like a twitch of the corner of his mouth#like off camera hes got a clipboard doing the pre-open safety checklist and heathers like 'BILLY! TURN AROUND!'#and just 💥 nails him#tag blurb
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@thediktatortot sent me some song recommendations with specific harringrove-coded lyrics and I decided I wanted to write something for as many different ones as I have the juice, because I was genuinely inspired and thank you thank you friend for the recommends!
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First Song: Lemon Boy by Cavetown
“It’s actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him, so I got myself a citrus friend.”
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Here’s the thing about Billy Hargrove:
He’s simple.
Everyone (all the girls) think he’s this complicated thing. This person with a million different layers and a million different faces. And, Steve guesses, that’s sorta true.
But really, he’s kinda easy to understand.
He needs kindness.
There’s not much more to it than that.
And sure, maybe the why is where the layers come in. He needs kindness because he never gets any blah, blah, blah.
But at the end of the day, a few nice things, and he’s loyal forever.
Steve figured it out kind of accidentally.
Because Billy forgot his textbook in American History, and they sit alphabetically by last name in that class, and so, Steve kinda nudged his book over so that Billy could look on and wouldn’t lose any participation points that day for not being able to answer questions and read when the teacher asked, and so, it was one tiny nice thing.
Okay, maybe it was more than one tiny nice thing.
Because it was a chain of tiny nice things.
Starting with the textbook, and finishing with Steve sucking Billy off in the backseat of the Camaro to “blow off some steam”.
After the textbook, came the apology.
Half-assed, for sure, and written in scribbly, smudgy handwriting. Not signed, but clear who it’s from.
Sorry for messing you up like that.
Steve returned it with his own note, dropped pointedly on Billy’s desk in class.
Sorry for being weird. I promise nothing shady was going on with your sister. I get it though. No hard feelings.
Billy glanced at Steve through his lashes, and Steve was a little disappointed that Billy hadn’t forgotten his history textbook.
The next nice thing was a coffee.
Because Steve made himself coffee and a breakfast sandwich on the mornings he decided he didn’t care if he was late to school.
He was driving to school, listening to an old mixtape he found at the bottom of his glovebox, and he saw Billy. Head bent low, walking along the side of the road.
HIs hands were in his pockets, and the line of his shoulders was tense. He was all but stomping, and the clear aura of pissed off somehow didn’t deter Steve from pulling along next to him, reaching over to roll down the passenger side window.
“Hargrove! You want a ride.”
The stomping stopped, but Billy gave no other indication that he had heard Steve.
The BMW’s engine idled.
“C’mon, man. It’s like three more miles to school. Lemme drive you.”
When Billy turned to get into the car, Steve was why he was keeping his head down and his shoulders around his ears.
He had a big black shiner, a bruise covering his whole left eye.
He sat low in the passenger seat, cranking the window back up.
“Looks nasty.”
Billy only grunted in response.
“Car in the shop?”
Billy snorted.
“My dad took my keys.”
Ah.
Probably clocked him in the face, too.
Steve’s no stranger to it, even if his dad’s more of a smacker than a puncher. He also had a weird realization that Billy’s dad must be left-handed, like Billy himself.
Steve took his coffee out of the cup holder, passing it to Billy.
“You look like you need this more than I do.”
The next nice thing was kinda the one that pushed them over the line.
Over the line from acquaintances that once beat each other up to actual sort of friends.
It was also not a nice thing Steve did.
It was one Billy did.
And Steve wasn't even there to witness it.
All he saw was the blue green bruising on Tommy H.'s jaw.
"When are you gonna learn, Tommy. Don't pick fights you can't win."
Tommy nearly snarled at Steve from the bleachers, catching himself last minute before he made a seen in front of the entire P.E. class.
Steve only smirked, and took his seat in front of Tommy.
The coach stood in front of the bored class, explaining that they'd be running laps today.
It's what they did whenever he was too hungover to actually make them so anything.
But it's fine. Steve's always been a good runner, and it means he doesn't have to think about anything or talk to anyone while he went.
He tensed when he felt Tommy lean forward behind him, getting in close to murmur in Steve's ear.
"Found yourself a new attack dog, huh, Stevie? Hargrove nearly knocked my teeth out when I called you a pussy. You givin' it up for him, too?"
"Careful, Buddy. You sound jealous."
Tommy snorted and leaned back, but Steve's gut was rolling.
Billy had taken down Tommy for saying something shitty behind Steve's back.
It made Steve's face hot.
Billy showed up twenty minutes late to P.E. He gave Coach a note, and started his laps with the rest of the class.
Steve slowed his pace to get next to him.
Billy's knuckled were a little bruised, and he had a scratch mark on his neck.
Tommy did always fight dirty.
"Heard you gave it to Tommy."
"He deserved it." Billy kept his eyes forward, his pace steady.
"Yeah. He's a toolbag."
They jogged in silence.
Steve opened his mouth to ask something, when Billy piped up.
"Are we, like, friends?"
"I think so. Unless you make a habit of beating the shit out of people for calling your non-friends pussies."
Steve caught Billy's eye and grinned. Billy's smile was reluctant and small, but Steve liked it.
"Last to finish ten laps owes the winner a milkshake." Steve clapped Billy on the back, and took off, easily weaving through the gaggle of junior girls walking in front of them.
"Harrington, you bastard!"
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JOE KEERY
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