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'Roane Hill.' he made a mental note to go as soon as they were out of the hospital. He figured one last pitstop wouldn't hurt. The remainder of the car ride was spent in silence from Billy, but only because he was savoring the image of home. No, this wasn't his home - not by a long shot, but it was better than the Russian prison. It was better than the screaming and the smells of piss and disinfectant, it was much better than pain he had to feel every day for hours on end.

So when they reached the hospital, it hadn't hit him in that moment the memories it would take him back to. When Steve stated that he was coming, a part of him was glad? He needed the support - not that he had earned it or even gained it, but God, he needed Harrington at his side. To either distract him, or piss him off, if he had an internatl panic attack.

He joined Steve seconds later, and when they entered the hospital, all Billy could do was ignored the smells that triggered unwanted memories. The way each nurse or doctor dressed was just as triggering for him because that's all he was surrounded by. Doctors with masks, ready to poke and prod him. The moment they entered Max's room, it was as if he could finally breathe. She was in bed, comfortable, because she wasn't being cut open, or experimented on, and that was reassuring itself.

His heart ached at the sight of the casts wrapped around her. The way her eyes were shut, and all he could do was ask what the hell happened to have made her this way. Billy didn't ask, because he knew exactly who it was. When Steve spoke up, he shook his head and immediately reached for his hand. Not to hurt him, but as a way to plead for him not to go. "Please don't. You meant more to her than I did." there was no doubt about that and after releasing his hand, he turned back to look at his sister.

Billy slowly walked towards her, he reached out, as if to touch her fingers, but retracted his hand. He had no right to disturb her. "Hey Red, you won't guess who's here with me, and no, we didn't bash each other's face in either. If you're thinking Steve Harrington, then you're right. I got the King of Hawkins High drive me out to see you. Gotta count for something, right? That maybe I deserve a second chance?"

He knew he didn't, they all knew he didn't, but to leave her helpless this way? He couldn't. "--So when you wake up, I do hope you're able to give me another chance. " he added softly.

The image of his step-sister, and to have his father just leave them like this? He hated what happened to her, and that he couldn't do anything to help. "We're gonna get her back. What have the doctors said about her?" he asked.

The girl he left behind was a spitfire, brave, and loyal. Her friends needed her, and so he was going to make sure she got back.

Ironic, wasn't it? That the boy who came back from the dead himself was just fuled with hatred, which ultimately led to his downfall. Max Mayfield was the opposite, she was one with love, and that was her own downfall.

It wasn't fair, he'd do what he needed to do to ger her back.

His skin crawls thinking about the Russians and all that had happened right under the mall, and even admitting to going to Hargrove's funeral is preferable to going into detail about that. Besides, things get pretty fuzzy from the time they'd jabbed him with that so-called 'truth serum.' It doesn't seem like Billy cares to know anyway, and why would he? They're not friends. Typically, and not unlike before, it doesn't take long for the guy to say something that makes Steve's insides prickle and his jaw to clench, causing a weird mixture of defensiveness and guilt to stir within him. Apparently he did do a shitty job of taking care of Max, but Billy saying as much grates on him, and he's contemplates stopping the car as a result.

His foot twitches, almost switching to the brake pedal, but the apology is delivered in time to change things. Another thing Steve would never have imagined hearing from his former enemy once upon a time. He stays silent following Billy's thanks, largely due to not knowing how to even respond. The question of the Californian's burial makes his brow furrow, mind automatically protesting that he's not buried anywhere, but it all soon becomes clear that Billy is asking about his tombstone. “Roane Hill. The local one.” A name he's not going to forget for a while, given what almost happened to Max there, right above his grave. A shiver scuttles up his spine at the chilling thought.

A few moments later and they're pulling into the parking lot at the hospital, and after a moment of hesitation, Steve shakes his head. “I wanna come in, see Max.” He should've come more often, but it sucks feeling so helpless; a common feeling since Vecna very nearly won and doomed the whole town in the process. Once they're granted access and find the redhead's room, Steve enters to find the room empty, with Lucas probably having gone home to get some sleep. Some of her drawings are pinned up on the wall, and there's books on the table that Lucas has read to her, so Steve has been told. It suddenly feels too personal, like a family thing, and Steve stays near the doorway. “...Maybe I should go.”

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Should it have bothered him that Max knew, and he didn't? But what would he do if he had known? Keep her away from him and his friends? That didn't work out so well now did it? He couldn't protect her, but she endangered herself for what?

"You call it the Upside Down?" he asked as he gazed over at him. "Is it dark there?" because maybe, just maybe Billy had been there. He wasn't so sure. All he remembered was darkness around him, empty streets and floating ash, was it? Billy noticed just how much it had taken out of Harrington as well. It felt like just yesterday he was a teenager looking at colleges to go to, or filling out job applications, but weren't they both? And now they both had wearisome eyes.

He hadn't taken his eyes off of Steve as he explained what happened at the mall. He hated the Russians and could only imagine what they went through. It was painful, and the torture was what made it worse. But he survived-- Steve and his friends survived, and that oddle caused him to feel such ease.

"Don't sweat it, I wasn't me and if you had to kill me to make sure everyone else is safe, i'd expect you to do it, Harrington." he stated matter of factly. He couldn't even remember himself, his own thoughts were shut down when the thing had taken over him. He had completely lost himself.

"When it had me--" Steve had the right to know his side, so he wanted to be honest with him. "--There were moments when I could free my mind and I tried to stop him. I tried to fight it, but I couldn't. The night of the mall, I was trying so hard to take control of my own body. I didn't feel the pain, or it didn't let me." he added. "I mean, the fire, the car accident, all of it, I wasn't allowed to feel any of that pain. It kept going. I kept going. I'm sorry, for everything, Harrington." he added quietly.

"I killed people, there's a lot of blood on my hands here, and I don't know what to do. But if I can help in any way, let me. Then i'll leave."

Steve knew that feeling well, the feeling of needing to get the hell away. He didn't answer the prior question until they were back on the road with no real destination in mind. It was a very long story. "Max knew about a decent amount of things going on. About these creatures the Hawkins National Laboratory were working on. I don't know all the details but they come from that place...The Upside Down. Things keep getting out, slipping through the cracks." He started to explain, once again looking tired beyond his years. "While the kids, Jonathan, and Nancy were all dealing with that...Robin, Dustin, and I found out the Russians were helping. We snuck into their hideout. Robin and I got caught and drugged. The men there kept questioning us and beat the shit outta me thinking I had answers." Steve winced a little at the memory, as if that was enough in itself to make the pain of it come back. "Thanks to the kids, Robin and I made it out. But by the time we made it to the mall to try and stop you. To try and help...It was already all in motion. If not I might have been able to actually help you."

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So he recognized him, and god that felt good. He missed it - hearing someone's voice other than his own, or the growls and screeches that filled the night. Oh he missed hearing his name being called by someone other than that thing that was always calling out to him.

"Yeah, it's me don't cream your pants, Harrington."

A smiel - despite the chaos they were trapped in, the dangers they were surrounded by, he had to use the last of Harrington's words against him and in a less so irritated way. Although his explanation did cause his smile to falter and he nodded, as a way to let him know he understood.

Hell if they'd told Billy that Max was involved with boys who played with supernatural creatures from a different world, he'd had laughed. "I don't know how I made it down here, but let me tell you something. It is not a pretty place." at the screeches he heard, he pulled on Steve's arm. "Let's go, we've been out here for too long. Don't step on the vines, and if anything happens, you think of a happy memory." That was how he managed to survive down here.

A part of him always wondered if his mother was his guardian angel, but thinking of her as an angel would imply she was dead. Maybe to his dad, she was a deadbeat, but to Billy she was happy. Doing well, and living. It was her memories that allowed him to live as long as he did. He pulled Steve along with him back to the woods.

"This place - I don't know what the hell this is." he explained, because at the end of the day it was just another hell for him. "--but it's just like Hawkins, except dead. My quesiton is how the hell did you get here and how do we get out?" he asked.

Steve barely had time to register fighting for his life, feeling the searing pain of demobats tearing into his flesh before suddenly they all dropped. Air came roaring back to his lungs, Steve only able to make sharp gasps for air. Doe eyes were wide as they settled upon his unexpected savior, jaw nearly going slack. It couldn't be...There was no way it could be who he thought it was. Again it felt like his breath had been robbed from him but this time it was in a much different way. The last time he had seen Billy was when he thought the guy had died and he'd been completely unable to do anything to put a stop to it. When Billy finally spoke, Steve didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or cry. Maybe it was mixture of both. When he spoke up and took the others offered hand, his voice was hoarse from the prior yelling. "BILLY?" He made sure not to speak too loudly as to attract more of those things but the emotion was raw in his voice. "I would have brought the military if they'd really believe a word I said. I- Have you been down here this whole time?" Guilt was quickly culminating in his stomach, making him feel sick. Not that he had any handy way of just getting here in the Upside Down but still...While they all had downtime and thought this whole thing was over with, Billy was down here. Suffering. Fighting for his life. It was something he didn't want to sit too long and think about.

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Eddie finds Billy in the upside down and they try to find a way back out. Eddie dies in the process, and Billy after everything happened, wakes up in California, the summer before he moved to Hawkins. He realises he has a chance to change his fate, and make up for lost time.

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Billy x Steve fucking nasty

Vs

Billy x Steve fucking tender and loving.

Both ..?

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@stopthecarrrr

--How long had it been? Billy wasn't sure about the time down here. In fact, he was convinced this was his hell. For being a shitty person, a crappy son, not even a great brother to a girl who needed his protection. It terrified him to think that God had hated him and just sent him to his own personal hell with weird animals, creatures, monsters, and no one else. No one except for him.

Billy wasn't sure what he was doing out that night -- well no, it was routine. Typically when the bats in the sky flew north that meant it was safe to be out, and he'd come out of his hiding spots. Usually other people's houses, all abandoned and covered in the vines. Tonight as he was outside, he heard shouting, and screaming. His first instinct was to run, assumign it was another mind trick. To fool him into coming out, but as the screaming got louder, Billy understood that he wasn't alone.

Perhaps his punishment was over? He ran towards the screams, and realized it was only attracting more of the damn bats. But as he neared the screams, why the hell did it sound like Harrington? Brows furrowed and the distinct urge to go faster roused within him. Out on the dried out land, where a lake once was he saw a bat attacking Steve. There wasn't just one bat, but more were coming.

"Damn it, Harrington." he mumbled before grabbing the first oar he saw. He swung fast and hard, using whatever energy he could muster to knock away the bats gnawing at his sides before his foot came down hard on the one that had the chokehold around his neck. He'd been down there long enough to know exactly where their weakspots were and he proved it by demolishing the last bat by striking it through its mouth with the broken end of the oar.

His chest was heaving, too much energy had been exerted for just one night and he wasn't sure he could fight any longer if they stayed up. "As much as i'm glad that you're down here, i'd have expected the military because we are going to need something stronger than just broken oars." he extended his arm to help him up in that moment, but they needed to leave soon.

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How cool would it have been to reintroduce Billy at this point?

A dramatic boot entrance like in season 2 👀

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𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh

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IN-DEPTH HEADCANON QUESTIONS * inspired by genetic traits that might be passed through dna

does your muse like the taste of cilantro/coriander, or are they part of the roughly 20% of people that think it tastes like soap?

does your muse consume more caffeine or less caffeine than the average person? how do they typically consume it?

does your muse have a cleft chin? is this trait visible in their parents?

does your muse love to dance, or would they rather avoid dancing altogether?

is your muse's ring finger longer or shorter than their pointer/index finger?

does your muse have freckles? if so, where are they placed? does your muse like their freckles, or wish they had some?

does your muse have a birthmark? if so, where, and what does it look like?

does your muse get "hangry" when they haven't eaten in a while?

would your muse consider themselves an extrovert or an introvert?

is your muse a morning person or a night person?

is your muse a particularly picky eater? what foods do they refuse to eat?

when your muse wakes up in the morning, do they remember their dreams, or completely forget them?

does your muse play a musical instrument? did they play one at some point?

would you say your muse is a risk taker, or do they prefer to play it safe?

what are your muse's thoughts on spicy foods?

what are your muse's thoughts on sweet foods?

what are your muse's thoughts on dairy products? do they have an intolerance?

is your muse a habitual nap-taker? how often do they take naps? how long do their naps usually last?

does your muse's face get flushed after they drink alcohol?

what type of hair do they have? how thick is their hair? do they like the way their hair looks and feels?

is your muse more of an endurance runner, or are they better at short sprints?

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me wanting this “matching with ur prof on tinder” plot forever and always

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scenarios for that grump x sunshine dynamic

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

letting their chatty partner ramble about their day, listening with a small smile

sunshine toppling over them with the biggest hug they could muster and grump just giving them tiny little pats to reciprocate

grumpy going out of their comfort zone to cheer up their sunshine who's having a bad day

^ "look, i made pancakes! i even made a smiley face out of the whipped cream, see?" "oh, that's what it's supposed to be? you're so cute.."

grumpy calling sunshine names (dummy, idiot, chatterbox) knowing they take no offense to them, but the moment someone else does, they snap

"are you always this happy?" "i try to be, but especially when i'm with you."

sunshine knowing when it's okay to push but never crosses a line when it comes to grumpy's boundaries

sunshine comforting the grump when they're a little more quiet and snappy than usual, leaving grump a flustered mess because they're used to people actually listening when they tell them to leave them alone

"i'm not leaving you like this, i care about you."

sunshine taking grumpy on more active dates than they're used to (like ice skating for example)

[while cloudgazing] "i see a duckling!" "literally how."

sunshine making lunch for grumpy in the cutest way possible (little notes, heart-shaped sandwiches, always adding their fave snack)

getting into arguments about how nice sunshine can be and where it gets out of hand

^ "i was just trying to be nice!" "they were clearly taking advantage of that!" "since when do you care so much?" "i'm trying to look out for you!"

grumpy letting sunshine play with/do their hair

when laundry piles up and grumpy has no choice but to borrow one of sunshine's colorful little sweaters

^ and of course, sunshine coos and smothers them all day over it

"i love you." "i know." "say it back!"

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Billy had his head lowered in his hands now, the throbbing in his head was much more louder than anything else and honestly he wasn't sure how to stop the pain. Steve mentioned something about a mindflayer, and while Billy had no idea what the hell that was, he only suspected he meant the the thing that was linked with him earlier.

"Are you sure you didn't kill me because I feel like death right now." he leaned back and then looked up at Max. "Can you get me a glass of water and something to stop the aching that's happening all over?" he asked. Billy could only lean back against the sofa and think over Steve's words in that moment. How was he feeling?

"--Well, I can hear my own thoughts now and that was the one thing I had no control over." he admitted. Then another thought hit him which caused him to sit up - and wince nonetheless, "Did I hurt anyone else?" he asked.

"Heather, and her parents --" he had hurt them. They weren't who they seemed to be. "Stay away from Heather and her family. There's this old abandoned building, and there's more of them." he remembered it all suddenly. All the damage he had caused. "Shit, Steve I fu--" he bit down on his bottom lip in that moment before looking at the kids that stood around him. "El -- that thing wants El." it didn't call himself the Mindflayer at all. Infact, he was nameless- perhaps on purpose? But the things he had planned for Hawkins was not good.

　He didn't really understand fully what the fuck was going on. The kids had tried to explain it to him numerous times but he felt like it was all too much. He knew there was freaking shit happening in town, a lot of had to do with the girl living in Hopper's cabin and there were freaky ass other dimensional monsters trying to eat them all.

Admittedly, he didn't get too hung up on the details. He was more concerned with surviving and making sure these brats didn't get themselves killed. And it seemed that none of the adults around them really knew how to handle it either. The people at Hawkins lab were not to be trusted and Steve knew reliably if he wanted a job done, he might as well do it himself. Which is how he finds himself as a babysitter for an unsuspecting Billy Hargrove, unconscious in Joyce Byer's house. Presumably no longer possessed but that was to be seen.

"I would feel a whole lot more comfortable if you were drugged, trust me." Steve is saying as he twirls the end of the bat in hand. Just a reminder in case Billy wanted to find out real quick that he wasn't messing around. Least not about this. "You had some type of link with the Mindflayer. They had to boil that shit right out of you. How are you feelin', man?"

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-no one saw that.