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bambs. this pic is so him. AMIRITE OR AMIRITE?????

Where did you get that pic of Jamie and I?💅🤭

But yes omfg yes you’re right that’s so..HIM

UGH😭😭

HES🗣️SO🗣️BOYFIE🗣️

[babystevie]

Teacher AU

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Chapter 3: Billy’s Perspective

Things seemed to change between them after that.

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

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

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

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

So he did,

But,

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

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

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

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

And,

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

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

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

Made him want bad.

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

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

“Sorry, Princess.”

He’d looked fantastic.

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

Billy wanted to touch.

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

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

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

“Didn’t know you were teaching Harrington.”

And that was a goddamn lie.

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

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

Steve’s flush continued as they said goodbye,

“See you later Harrington.”

He’d make good on that promise.

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

The grocery store was the last place he expected it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Billy.”

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

“Steve.”

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

“Is that your baby Mr. H?”

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

“Yes, this is Stephanie.”

Stephanie

Of course, he would.

Steve and Stephanie Harrington.

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

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

It was no one’s fault but his own.

All he could say was,

“She’s adorable.”

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

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

“Exactly the same.”

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

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

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

I’m not with anyone right now

And neither are you.

 --

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

[bambis-selfshipcrew]

Light Up the Night Sky: 1

Aurora Lilium was new to Insomnia, and let’s just say she should’ve paid more attention to who her future King was. (In other words, how Noctis and I first met!)

I couldn’t say I wasn’t nervous, starting a new school and all. But I also wasn’t one of those who feared change either. To be honest, I just needed to get through the first day. I was tired of feeling ‘new’. I just wanted to fall into place -- if I could. Insomnia wasn’t a bad city. I had moved here with my family this past winter from a small town in the outskirts of Lucis for my mother’s new job. It wasn’t so bad, I had met a few people I could expect to see at school this morning.  ‘Here we go,’ I thought to myself as my brother pulled into the parking space. Janus grinned at me as he turned the car off. ‘I can’t believe he can still smile this early in the morning. Then again, he is the sun.’ “You ready Bambi?” My nose wrinkled at the childhood nickname. Even though we were teenagers he still thought it was a good name. ‘It’s cute, like you and your big ol’ doe eyes.’ He’d say as always. I sighed, grabbing my backpack. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” I adjusted my skirt as we stepped out of the car, eyeing the large building in front of us. There were still plenty of students milling about, which meant there was enough time to figure out where some of my classes were. Getting in the school was kind of a blur. I was never a morning person though, and tended to space out. Especially if Janus was with me. Janus babbled about the various after school activities and what he wanted to join (Crownsguard Reserve Training Corps, of course) and about gossip he had already heard about the school. He nudged me. “Hey, are you even listening?” I blinked up at him. My answer was obvious.

“I was telling you how to get to your homeroom and how you need to be on your best behavior since the Prince is in your grade.” His tone was teasing, but Janus meant it. Our family now worked for the royal family. I nodded once. I wouldn’t mess this up for my family. I couldn’t.  Janus grabbed my shoulder gently before I moved. “And most importantly: Make friends and be yourself, okay Aurora?” Our eyes locked for a moment, the same crystal green color that our father had, and I smiled. “Always. Bye Janus!” I waved, running down the hallway towards homeroom, He smiled back, waiting for a moment before turning and heading to his own class.  The worst part of being in a new school? Having to introduce yourself to everyone and at the beginning of every class. I internally groaned as my math teacher called my name, asking me to introduce myself and tell everyone an interesting fact.  “My name is Aurora Lilium, I have two older siblings and one younger.” I wanted to sit down after that, but the way the teacher glared made my spine stiffen. “Uhm, well...” Shit, why is it that I suck at talking about myself? This was the worst. “I swear I’m usually more eloquent than this.”  A small laugh was heard from behind me, but before I could even look back, the teacher rolled her eyes and told me to sit down. Apparently, that was my interesting fact. Works for me: I quickly sat down and started scribbling along to the lecture.  Class went by fast, whether I understood everything or not, and I was packing my things to head out for the day.  “Hey, new kid!” I spun on my heel, eyes wide at the person who stood before me. Then my eyes slid over to the person beside him. He was blonde, thin. He had blue eyes and freckles and a smile that could’ve challenged my brother’s. I blinked.  The other had dark hair, shadowed eyes. His expression was curious, but indifferent. Both seemed to have followed me from math class. Did one of them laugh at my remark in class? “Don’t have to be a deer in headlights, sorry if I scared you!” Blondie’s smile never left his face, though I could see that he was genuinely sorry. I smiled, fiddling with my backpack straps. “It’s okay, I’m just... a little nervous, first day and all.”  If possible, his smile got brighter. “Been there done that! I’m Prompto and this, of course, is Prince Noctis!” He gestured towards himself and his friend. “Oh, Prince?” I tilted my head, “So like... you’re popular or something?” Prompto’s jaw dropped a little and I saw a tinge of a smile on Noctis’ face. “You... you don’t know Noct??” Prompto seemed almost offended. My smile turned into a small frown. “Am I supposed to?”  Prompto blubbered, “Well, yeah I mean he’s the p--” “Popular guy. Yeah, that’s me. I guess it’s the broody look.” Noctis cut him off, shrugging. I perked up immediately, giggling a bit. “Brooding seems to be the type people go after these days, yeah.” I agreed. The three of us soon fell into a walk together. With classes being over, it was only sensible to go outside. “So what brings you to Insomnia?” I looked over to Prompto. “My mom’s job. She works in the Citadel as a magic historian for the Hall of History. The King picked her himself, apparently.” I was bragging a little, but hey, my mother was amazing. Also...maybe this would get me friends.  “Whoa, that’s awesome!” Prompto exclaimed. Noctis seemed amused. I figured he didn’t talk much. That was okay.  “Mhm, I think so too.” I nodded. I adjusted my backpack straps. “So where are you two off to?” “Arcade.” The answer was immediate. My interest was immediately piqued. “There’s an arcade? Can I come?” “You’re not going anywhere, Bambi.” I heard Janus mutter from behind us. Sheepishly looking over my shoulder, I saw my big brother with his arms crossed. “Or did you forget about mom’s celebration at the Citadel?” I smiled and fidgeted with my cardigan. “I didn’t forgeeeeet, just... Misplaced the date.”  Janus was not amused by my attempt to recover. Prompto and Noctis however, were very much so.  “Don’t encourage her.” Janus rolled his eyes, not sparing them a second glance before turning on his heel. “If I get in the car before you, you’re gonna walk home.”  “Bye guys!” I shouted, hurrying off to follow my brother. He wasn’t kidding -- Janus had actually left me at school before. Now Aella, our older sister, was not happy, but she was not around to help me out right now and I didn’t know Insomnia well enough to get around. _____________________________________________________________________ Parties are more nerve wracking that the first day of school, I’ve decided. As I stood there with my mom and siblings, fidgeting with my dress and feeling absolutely out of place. I was a teenager, not a royal or a noble. Which most of these people were -- or at least were in the Crownsguard or a Citadel employee.  Well, that did fit my family now, I suddenly thought, staring off towards the paintings and art that were so proudly displayed in the Hall of History.  “Your Majesty!” My mother greeted, and my head immediately turned and bowed at the sight of King Regis Lucis Caelum, the very man who insisted my mother move to the city for this position. His smile was kind, and his eyes reminded me of someone -- perhaps someone I saw in passing today, but no one I knew too well. A bit of deja vu, I suppose. “Hello, it brings me joy to see you here, Celosia.” King Regis smiled, then introduced himself to each of us before setting his eyes on me at the end. “And you must be Aurora, then.”  I nodded, trying to hold myself still. “Yes, your majesty.”  “Oh, please, Celosia, I insist your children refer to me as uncle or at the very least with less formality. You are apart of the Citadel family, and I look upon you as my own.” The genuine nature of his tone and the humor hidden in his face almost made me laugh. It made me snort instead. My mother looked over, mortified. My face burned.  “No need to be embarrassed, my dear.” He told me gently, “I am not an all powerful being, merely a person chosen by the Six to rule as best I can. I can handle being laughed at. My son does it all the time.” “Alright... Uncle Regis.” I managed to get out, and a wide smile came from him. It seemed to please him greatly, and the approval made me relax. “So, Aurora, tell me, what excites you about your mother working here?”  He seemed fairly interested in me and not my siblings, but then again I remember Janus telling me the Prince was in my grade. Perhaps he was hoping I could be his friend. “To... be honest,” I started, glancing up where I saw stairs, “I grew up with my mother telling me of the ancient goddess Etro painting that was stored here and of the intense magic presence it gave off. I don’t know if that’s true but --” “You’d like to experience it for yourself?” He finished for me. I smiled sheepishly, not knowing what to say. He was right, after all. Janus snorted softly. King Regis turned towards the stairs at the entrance, “The mystic painting you’re searching for is up there -- it is restricted, but for one of my favorite nieces,” He winked, “I’ll make an small exception for you to make your own conclusions.”  I could hear him laugh as I took off, holding my dress as I bolted towards the stairs. I couldn’t believe he was allowing this -- but I wasn’t one to take things for granted.  The noise from the party drifted into the distance as I climbed up the stairs. The warmth from the bodies and lights started to wear off and I felt chills starting along my arms and the back of my neck. I made my way to the top of the stairs, anticipation and excitement running through my veins.  I stepped into the empty, dimly lit room. The ceilings were high to accommodate the only painting displayed here: Etro herself.  My vision blurred around the edges, my eyes fully focused on the painting before me. A hum filled my ears, loud enough to drown out the party’s distance atmosphere. This feeling was... incredible. A mysterious but harmless surge of power drummed on in my veins, amping up the excitement I was already feeling from being allowed to see her. Could I get any closer -- “Hey! Watch out!” A hand grabbed my wrist, snapping me out of my trance. I stumbled backwards. Without realizing, my body had moved so close to the edge of the floor where a railing stood, effectively keeping most people out. I... had almost fallen over the edge. “Whoa...” Awed by the fact, looked up at Etro’s face. It was almost like she was... calling me to come to her. “Amazing.... Guess the legends are true.”  The same voice caught my attention again. “Uh, you okay there? You shouldn’t be here, this area is -- Aurora?”  I looked up, finding dark eyes wide. “Noctis...?” He was dressed handsomely. Suddenly I understood why he’d be popular. He looked good.  “I knew you’d be here, but not in this area.” He sighed, scratching the back of his head. “Come on, we should get back down to the party.”  I looked back towards the painting, “But --” “We can come back later, no worries.” He assured me, holding his hand out to me in an awkward fashion. I bit my lip and took it gingerly. Noctis led me back down the stairs and the sound of the party got louder, and the lingering magic (if you could call it that) had settled under my skin.  “Noctis, my son! I see you did find our dear Aurora.” King Regis came striding over, his kind smile never leaving his face. My mother and brother were close behind, looking concerned. Had I been gone that long? “Sorry I didn’t mean to --- wait, did you just say... son?” I looked between the king and Noctis. My mother must have looked mortified at my lack of understanding, but I could hear my brother’s laughter as I spoke next, looking at Noctis.  “Oh shit, that’s what Prompto meant by prince.”

[w0niecult]

No, I will not elaborate.

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