#billy doesn’t enjoy telling max what to do or running around after her

[ickypuppi3]

something about the way people seem to look at max and billy’s dynamic as that of a parent and child rather than step siblings, something about how people see his behaviour towards her in this light and it skews the whole narrative, something about people thinking there’s a massive power dynamic between them for this reason, something about people comparing billy’s behaviour towards max and neil’s behaviour towards billy, something about how siblings do fight and do argue and do break each other’s possessions but because billy has been pretty much parentified by not only neil and susan but also the audience, people don’t look at their behaviour as that of siblings, something about how this adds to people not seeing billy as his actual age but rather a fully grown adult

[ajthembtinerd412]

Stranger Things: Max Mayfield: ISTP 6w5

Myers Briggs: ISTP

Ti: Max is very analytical. She understands how things work in the world around her, and applies that logical understanding to the Upside Down. She quickly figures out how Vecna’s curse works based on the files she reads, and despite not being a “nerd” like her friends, often surprises them with logical insights. She makes logical, impartial decisions, even risking her life selflessly, because she knows it is the best course of action. She always argues based on logic as opposed to emotion when convincing her friends of her point, even in emotionally charged situations. She’s good at “hacking” different aspects of the Upside Down with her Ti- like using the Sauna Test on Billy when he’s possessed by the Mind Flayer.

Se: Max is very impulsive and trusts her gut. She lives in the moment, pursuing what she wants and not thinking about future repercussions, like when she takes Jane to the mall in Season Three. She does, however, fall into a Ti- Ni loop in Season Four, not living in the moment and withdrawing inward. She is very physically active and enjoys skateboarding. She is practical and more interested in the immediate world than her “nerdy” friends, preferring to improvise than to learn the theoretical explanations of the Upside Down.

Ni: Max likes to develop a plan before leaping into action. She uses her internal logic to assess the situation first, then formulates a plan using those same Ti hacks. She’s good at laying out a detailed plan for how to solve any Upside Down related problem, coming up with clever, creative solutions. She is intuitive about the Upside Down and good at drawing conclusions from the available information about Vecna’s plan.

Fe: Max is selfless and willing to sacrifice herself to save her friends and the world. She doesn’t find it easy to open up to people, especially after the trauma she experiences, but finds it helpful to work through her emotions with Lucas when she feels ready. In season two, she is hurt when her friends don’t tell her things about the Upside Down, because she wants to feel part of the group. She wants to be on the same page as her friends, and is upfront about her feelings in order to do so.

Enneagram: cp6w5

Max values her friendships above everything. She tries hard to be accepted by her friends, and is always loyal to them even when it’s difficult. She faces issues head on, looking to solve problems with the help of her friends rather than running in the opposite direction. She is cautious and likes to gather data before making a decision, using knowledge to help her solve problems.

[camaro-hargrove]

No One Will Find You

word count: 2.4k

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tw: major character death

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Billy has been acting strange in the past few weeks. Giving her stuff that he thinks she’d like, old band shirts from California, his old Atari games that he doesn’t play anymore and some cassettes he thought she’d enjoy listening to.

The car rides had been quieter, no singing and the loud music turned down. He’d look at her a lot more, start to say things before cutting himself off before he could start a sentence.

Then one day instead of driving home, he’d driven to the quarry and sat there ignoring Max’s questions about why they were there and Billy finally says something that haunts her.

“If Dad” he coughs “If Neil ever says I’ve run away, don’t believe him”

“Why would he say that?” she asks

“The car is in his name” Billy ignores her “If he says I’ve run away and taken the car that’s a lie. I can’t afford to leave now and he knows that”

“Bil-”

“Max” he closes his eyes and takes a deep, shuddery breath “If Neil ever says I’ve run away, you need to tell the police”

She’d been silent after that. She slowly nodded, Billy’s word sinking in and scaring her. Billy seemed scared too but was trying to hide it.

“Okay”

Billy disappears on a Friday, one month and nine days after that conversation.

Max thinks nothing of it. It’s a Friday night so Billy was normally out until the early hours of the morning and sometimes didn’t return home until Sunday night. He’d picked her up from school like he always does and then after dinner when she’d gone to her room, she’d heard the camaro’s engine and the car peel out of the driveway.

Billy and his car didn’t come back on Saturday or Sunday.

Neil ends up driving her to school and Max is quiet the entire ride. Neil is too and seems to not be worried at all about Billy’s whereabouts. The radio is droning on about the freezing weather Hawkins is going to experience in the upcoming weeks.

She keeps her eyes trained on the scenery outside, the same scenery Billy complains about nearly every single time.

They reach the middle school and Neil turns into a parking space. She sits there before asking the one question that’s on her mind.

“Where’s Billy?”

“He ran away”

Max’s heart skips a beat as she nods and exits the car. She walks away slowly, not turning her back for a second and she hears Neil pull out and drive to work. Her mind is in a fog as she walks through the hallways of happy conversations and smiles softly as she passes her friends on the way to her locker. They follow her like they always do.

“No skateboard today?” Lucas asks

“No” Max tries to shrug it off “Billy didn’t take me to school today”

“Is he sick?” Will questions, always the polite one out of them

“I don’t think so” Max pauses “Neil said he ran away”

If Billy hadn’t told her when he did, she’d probably be cheering. Billy wasn’t the best brother, sometimes he was but as he got older it was more strained. He always talked about wanting to go back to California, to see his friends and find his mother. Some fantasy that he’d created that she’d take him with open arms and they’d live happily ever after on the beach away from Neil.

Billy’s voice keeps replaying in her head. You need to tell the police. It was weird hearing Billy say that. Billy hated them, always calling them pigs and purposefully pissing them off. Especially in a town like Hawkins where everyone knows everyone. Hopper always asked how he was and if he was ever going to pay the speeding fines that are stacking up or if he’s going to have to break up another fight. So for him to say the police should be involved if he ever goes missing, well, something is definitely wrong.

She doesn’t know how to actually go to the police without raising suspicion from Neil or her mother. She doesn’t really see El much and they’re what Max would say ‘nearly friends’ in that they’re friendly when around others but it’s kind of awkward when it’s just them two.

The days go by and Billy hasn’t returned. She stays awake most nights looking out the window just in case he walks up the driveway but he never does. The long nights allow her to think back to so many times where alarms should have gone off that something was wrong but she was too naive to even acknowledge it.

There was one time when Billy didn’t do the dishes and Max was sent to her room but she heard the sound of glass breaking and just thought someone had dropped it on the floor.

Another time, back in California, Billy left her alone so he could say hi to some people he knew across the street. He was supposed to be watching her while their parents ran an errand and when they came back Billy still wasn’t watching her. Neil had marched over and placed a rough hand on his shoulder and steered him back to where she was. He was muttering into Billy’s ear and when they were close enough she was able to hear Neil say ‘and so help me god, no one will find you’.

She supposed that’s what happened now, that Neil made good with his threat and that no one was going to find Billy.

The next morning, Neil drops her off at school again and she walks into the school and then waits for Neil to drive off. When he does, she slips back outside and hides from her friends so they won’t tell on her for running off.

The school is a decent drive from the town centre so it takes a while for her to walk. Eventually she makes it, out of breath and red in the face which clashes terribly with her hair. She stands at the edge of town and adjusts her backpack straps and stands up straight. She walks with purpose to the police station and takes a deep breath before entering.

It’s busy for a Thursday morning. Phones are ringing, the coffee maker is going and the fax machine is beeping.

She walks to the receptionist who’s drinking a cup of coffee and stares at her until she looks back at her.

“Yes?” she asks “Shouldn’t you be in school?”

“I need to talk to Chief Hopper” she says

“Why do you need to talk to him?” she asks, her desk tag says Flo. “What is so urgent you need to speak to the chief and no one else?”

“I’m a -” Max hesitates, she doesn’t know if Flo knows about El or not. “My parents know him, I have a question”

“I see” Flo clearly doesn’t believe her but in a twist of fate, the chief steps out of his office and does a double take when he sees Max.

“You’re Max, aren’t you?” he asks. Max nods. “Why aren’t you at school?”

“I need to talk to you” she makes eye contact with him “It’s an emergency”

Hopper must be thinking it’s upside down related and maybe it is, Max doesn’t know. She just has a terrible feeling it has something to do with monsters on the surface and live in her house.

Hopper closes the door behind him and sits down at his desk, gesturing for Max to sit in the chair across from him.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, hands clasped in front of him.

“My brother is missing”

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Hopper has heard a lot of things but hearing that Billy Hargrove is missing isn’t something he’s worried about. The kid screams trouble. From the many unpaid speeding tickets to the fines for loitering in places he shouldn’t be to that memorable time at the Byers. The kid being missing doesn’t worry him, troubled kids run away all the time. But Max is clearly worried, biting her lip and leg shaking.

“Missing” he repeats. He leans back in his chair. “And what makes you think Billy is missing?”

“He hasn’t been home since last Friday” she rubs at her arm. “Hasn’t been acting like himself”

“Yeah” Hopper shakes his head “Max, I’m going to be real with you. Billy is probably just staying at a friends house”

“But he has no friends” Max blurts out.

“If he’s ‘missing’” Hopper uses air quotes “How come your folks haven’t reported it?”

Max looks visibly uncomfortable, like she’s debating whether or not to answer him truthfully. She runs a hand under her eyes and looks up, tears brimming in her eyes.

“Because I think his Dad is the one who killed him”

Killed. She’s gone from missing to killed. He listens as Max goes on a spiel about how Billy has been acting weird and giving away some of his things to her. That he drove her to the quarry and told her that if Neil ever said he ran away that she had to go to the police because he couldn’t run away. The car isn’t in his name and Neil takes all his money so there’s no way he could survive on his own.

He’s concerned now and has started taking notes. He nods as Max keeps talking, saying Billy has been abused for years and that Billy was so sure Neil would kill him one day.

Neil works night shifts most of the time so he’s home when Hopper pulls up in his squad car, Callahan and Powell close behind. He knocks on the door and waits impatiently for someone to answer the door.

Neil answers it and is shocked to see the police on his doorstep.

“Officers” Neil says politely “What can I do for you today?”

“It’s Chief, actually” Hopper replies. “We are under the impression that your son is missing”

“Billy?” he asks “No, you’re mistaken. This is something Billy has always done”

“Right” Hopper nods “But we have a history with missing kids and well, we just want to make sure he returns home safely”

“Of course”

“So, you won’t mind if we have a look around” Hopper smiles “We can get a better understanding on where he could have gone”

“Actually I do-”

“We have a warrant” Hopper shoves past him and steps into the lounge and takes a look at the photos on the wall. Lot’s of Max, some of the Hargrove Mayfield wedding. None of Billy “Nice place you have”

“This Billy’s room?” Powell asks, nodding his head towards a room. Neil has been glaring at him ever since he entered the house.

“Yes” Neil grits his teeth

“Weird that there’s a lock on the outside of the door” Hoppe flicks it “Normally it’s on the other side”

“Billy is a troubled child”

“Of course he is” Hopper opens the door and enters a baron room. Only the bare necessities present. “Boys will be boys”

“Are you sure you have a teenage boy?” Callahan asks looking around “Pretty clean for a teenager”

“Billy knew to keep his room tidy”

“Mhmm” Hopper hums “I’m sure”

Hopper walks around the entire house even going down into the basement to find that there’s a pile of blankets near the wall, like someone sleeps down here. He’s seen enough at this point and he walks back up to the main room where Callahan, Powell and Neil are standing silently.

“Don’t worry, Mr Hargrove” Hopper pats him on the shoulder “We’ll find your son”

It’s dark in the forest. It’s not even fully nighttime but it sure feels like it when they’re this deep in the forest. There’s a boat out on lovers lake and another at the bottom of the quarry. It feels eerily similar to when Will Byers went missing.

The flashlight light bounces off everything and casts shadows that make his double check what he’s looking at. He scans the ground for anything unusual. It’s the third day he’s in the forest searching and nothing has been found yet.

His walkie buzzes and he immediately answers.

“Hopper” he says and let’s go, waiting for a reply.

“We got a body at the quarry” the staticy voice replies “Over”

Hopper swears audibly and turns around to make the trek back to his truck and drive over to the quarry. He knows that Billy won’t be alive when he gets there but he can kid himself that Billy didn’t drown and had climbed up onto the forest edge at the bottom.

The red and blue lights cast shadows and stain everything in its path. The medics are crouched down near the shoreline, a body bag set in front of them.

He braces himself, takes his hat off and walks over.

There in the bag is the dead body of Billy Hargrove. Body pale and decayed, he’s been dead this whole time by the state of his body. There’s a hole in his forehead and Hopper nearly throws up at the sight.

“He was probably dead before he even hit the water” someone says.

Hopper straightens up as they close the bag and load Billy’s body into the ambulance. Hopper heads back to his truck and turns on the sirens, carelessly driving out of the quarry and speeding over to the Hargrove household. He pulls up and barely stops the car before he’s marching across the front lawn and banging on the door.

Susan answers the door, eyes wide and shaken when she sees who it is.

“Mrs Hargrove, is Neil Hargrove here” he asks, not beating around the bush.

“I-I-Yes he is” she stammers out and steps aside, like she’d been expecting this to happen.

“Neil Hargrove” Hopper grabs the man by the arm, yanking him up from the couch and turning him around and cuffing him. “You’re under arrest for the murder of William Hargrove. You have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney. Anything you say can and will be held against you”

Neil struggles in his grip but Hopper is determined. He can see Max standing in the entrance to the hallway, tears falling down her face. There’s a crowd outside, drawn from the sirens and lights who witness the arrest of Neil Hargrove, many with shocked faces.

“You’re going to go away for a long fucking time” Hopper threatens

[imaginestuffs]

Falling Slowly pt.5- Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

FINAL PART! Hope you all enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it! Thank you for reading!

Word count:7535

Warnings: Language, Fluff, season 2 spoilers if you haven't seen it, no spoilers for 3, or 4. Dialogue from the show is used and of course, is credited to the show's writers and creators.

Summary: You wake up to the kids having set their plan in motion. Despite some struggles, the plan works and you all get out safely. Now a couple months later, Steve finally worked up the courage to tell you how he feels for you.

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part 1 part2 part 3 part 4

(gif not mine!)

When Billy was passed out the kids came running to you and Steve who were both just lying there on the floor. The two of you were both passed out and the kids were freaking out. Dustin had tears in his eyes as he looked at the two of you. His big sister with blood smeared across her face and in her hair from where she hit the table.

No doubt there would be insane bruising on your torso from him kicking you. Looking over at Steve they saw the sight of red blood on his face and bruises already starting to form. 

“We have to at least try to fix them up before we do anything,” Dustin said and everyone agreed. “I’ll go get the first aid kit,” Max said and quickly ran to the bathroom. When she came back they did their best to patch you both up, which consisted of small bandaids and wiping away fresh blood. 

They knew what they had to do. They had to set their plan in motion, and so they got everything they needed. Max stole Billy’s keys and they got in his car. 

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The next thing you knew you were coming to, to a whole bunch of screaming. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked around. You were in a car with the kids, Steve was on the other side of Dustin screaming and when you tried to look around you noticed why. Max was driving, and the car was speeding down the road, which wasn’t exactly a road anymore. The moment you saw Max you started screaming as well. When they heard you they screamed even louder not expecting you to wake up. 

“What is going on?!” you yelled and held tightly to Dustin’s arm. “I have no idea, but a kid is driving and I’m pretty sure we’re all about to die!” Steve shouted in response ”Oh shit!” you screamed as the car came to a jostling halt. 

“You breathed heavily as everyone began to exit the vehicle. Max and Lucas were first and the seat was pulled forward for the rest of you to get out. “Hey, um, (y/n) can you move?” Dustin asked almost nervously. “What? What the hell is going on Dustin?” you asked. “I’ll explain, just get out ok,” he said and you sighed before slowly moving out of the car. Your torso ached beyond belief as you practically tumbled from the car. “Shit, (y/n), are you ok?” Dustin asked as he got out after you. “I’m just great,” you smiled sarcastically at him. After Dustin, Steve also came stumbling from the backseat. You looked at his face and your eyes widened in worry. “Steve, your face,” you said and walked over to him. “No, no that doesn’t matter-” before he could finish he noticed the kids grabbing rope and goggles and shit from the back of the car. His brows furrowed. 

Mike walked by with goggles and a scarf around his mouth and nose. It clicked in your brain, it was their stupid little plan. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Steve asked Mike in a panic as he leaned against the door for support. “What are you deaf? Hello!” he shouted as Mike stopped in front of the car. You looked over your shoulder at your brother, Lucas, and Max. “No, no way. We are not going down there right now!’ you shouted. 

“Hey, there is no chance we are going down that hole, alright?” Steve stated loudly as everyone walked by. “Why do you never fucking listen?!” you shouted. Dustin was still at the trunk when Steve stumbled over to him ripping what he was holding out of his hands. “This ends right now!” he yelled. “Steve, I know you’re upset. You’re both upset, I get it. But the bottom line is a party member requires assistance and it is our duty to provide that assistance,” Dustin told you both. “Dustin, this is crazy,” you sighed and cradled your aching head in your hands. “I know you promised Nance that you would keep us safe. So keep us safe,” Dustin ignored you. He held out the backpack with Steve’s bat in it. You shook your head and Steve sighed heavily. 

You begrudgingly put on the goggles and the spare bandana over your nose and mouth. “I hate you all so much,” you mumbled as you passed by them all. “No you don’t” you heard Lucas say back and you sighed. Steve jumped down first and next, you helped the kids down. You looked down hesitantly before getting ready to drop into the god-forsaken hole in the ground leading to a whole other dimension. You braced yourself for the impact but it was more of a gentle landing than you anticipated. Steve’s hands had caught your waist and gently helped lower you to the ground. The viny, creepy, gross ass ground. Your hands were braced on his shoulders as you got your footing on the uneven floor beneath you. “Thanks, Steve,” you said and he gave your waist a soft squeeze before letting go. You internally cringed at the pain from your sensitive torso.

“I’m pretty sure it’s this way!” Mike called from your right, and you looked over at him. “You’re pretty sure? Or are you certain?” Dustin called right back. “I’m 100% sure, just follow me and you’ll know,” Mike shouted back. “Can you stop shouting?” you muttered softly and covered your ears. Your head was pounding. 

“You ok there?” Steve asked quietly. “My head is just hurting, but it’s nothing too bad. I’m fine,” you said and barely nodded your head. “Why don’t you just stay up there? We’ll be back before you know it, I promised I’d keep them safe remember?” he asked and you sighed. “I know… I trust you but I can’t leave them. I’d have to die before anyone could get me to leave these kids. It’s fucking crazy I know. Plus, Lord knows you need me to keep you safe,” you joked a bit. “Wow, really? That’s how it’s gonna be?” he joked back and you chuckled. 

Before the joking could continue you remembered where you were, and noticed Mike going to walk ahead of you. 

“Woah, Woah, Woah. Hey, hey, I don’t think so,” Steve stopped him in his tracks. “What?” Mike questioned snarkily. “Any of you little shits die down here, we’re getting the blame. Got it dipshit?” Steve spoke and you almost chuckled. “From here on out, I’m leading the way. Come on, let’s go!” Steve declared. You pushed the kids in front of you so you could stay toward the back, just to keep them all from straying. 

“Come on!” Steve called. “Hurry it up guys,” You said and pushed them along. The walk was winding as you trudged through the tunnels. You looked around you and let your eyes observe every little detail in the walls and floors. It was honestly disgusting, “Oh my god,” Lucas said as he looked around. “What is this place?” Max asked and shined her flashlight around her. “Guys, c’mon. Keep moving,” Steve said as he moved forward. 

You noticed Dustin come to a stop and look upward and your brows furrowed. “Dustin, what’s wrong?” You questioned. All of a sudden he let out a yell and fell to the ground. “Dustin!” you shouted and tripped over to him, doing your best not to fall as he screamed for help. 

Dustin tripped as he began to run, you followed after him and fell to the ground beside him. “Dustin!” his friends all yelled as he lay on the floor yelling. “Dustin, what happened?” you questioned as you tried to calm him down. “What happened? What happened?!” steve shouted as he moved to the front. “It got in my mouth! Some got in my mouth! Shit!” your little brother screamed. He spat on the floor and you rubbed his back. His yelling subsided and you sighed heavily. He sat up and you breathed heavily, He looked at everyone, “I’m ok,” he said and you smacked the back of his head. “You scared the shit out of me you idiot!” you scolded your brother. “Sorry, it just got in my mouth, I don’t know what it is,” He told you and you pulled him to his feet. “You serious?” Max said and rolled her eyes. “Very funny, man,” Steve said and shook his head. 

The group began walking again and he was trailing behind with you. “Go, catch up Dustin. I’m right behind you ok?” you said and nudged him forward. He quickly walked ahead and you followed after him, making sure to watch your steps. 

You fell slightly back as you felt your ankle begin to ache once again due to everything that had been happening. Falling to the ground and walking for god-knows how long was definitely not the best activity for your leg. 

“Where’s (y/n)?” Steve asked. They all looked behind them and saw no one. “Shit, shit, shit!” Dustin got progressively louder. Your eyes widened in alert, racing to catch back up. “(y/n)!” you heard Steve call for you. You saw everyone come into view again. “What happened? Is everyone ok?” you asked a bit out of breath. “Are you ok? Where were you?” Steve questioned as he walked over to you. “You scared me to death, I thought something happened,” you said and swatted his chest. “You scared us. Where were you?” he asked once again. “I just fell behind a bit, my ankle is acting up. I’m ok though, it’ll go away soon,” you said and waved it off. “I told you, you could have stayed up there,” he said quietly. “I’m ok, really,” you said and squeezed his arm reassuringly. “If something is wrong, I’ll tell you,” you promised. “Fine, let’s go you guys,” he said and made you walk with him. “I really should be at the back just in case,” you said. “They’re fine,” Steve said and pressed a hand to your back softly. “Don’t worry about us (y/n), we’re ok,” Mike said and you shook your head. “Are you sure?” you asked with unease. “Definitely,” they responded simultaneously. You chuckled a bit and nodded your head. “Ok,” you said quietly and continued next to Steve. 

You walked a few more feet and stepped into an open space. All the tunnels fed to this one place and you knew you had found it. “Alright, Wheeler, I think we found your hub,” Steve said and shone his flashlight around.

“This better work,” you shifted your weight as you got a good look at your surroundings. 

“Let’s drench it,” Mike stated and you all got to work on spreading the gasoline around the area. Before you knew it you had stepped wrong on a vine and almost went tumbling into the wall until someone caught you. “Hey, hey, be careful,” Steve said as he helped you stand upright again, you cringed as you stood up straight. Your hurt ankle had rolled slightly when you misstepped and now it was more than a dull ache. “Woah, Woah, hey what’s wrong?” he asked and kept his hands on your waist to keep you steady. “Nothing,” you tried to deny it so you could carry on with the plan and get the kids out of there. “That’s not nothing,” he said and gestured to your facial expression. “What my face?” you joked, trying to get him to stop worrying. “No, you winced,” he said with a serious tone. “I’m fine, ok. Right now we have to finish this and get the kids out. You can worry about me later,” you stated. He looked at you unsurely, “You’re so difficult sometimes,” he said and let go of you. 

“Guys, your flirting can wait until later, let’s go!” Mike crowed and you looked away from Steve. “Shut up, Wheeler,” Steve said and took one last look at you before continuing to pour the flammable fluid across the dark and dingy space. 

It took a while but you finally finish emptying out your cans and bottles of gasoline. You take a step back into the open mouth of the tunnel you had come from. Steve took out his lighter, “Alright, you guys ready?” He asked. Everybody responded with a chorus of ‘ready’.

“Light her up,” Dustin said and he flicked open the lighter. You knew you were going to have to run and you were dreading it, just knowing you would end up falling behind. 

“I am in such deep shit,” you heard him mumble and you silently agreed with him. Steve tossed the lighter and immediately it went up in flames the whole thing, it’s almost like it came alive. 

“Go! Go! Go!” Steve shouted at the kids and they all began to run. 

The older boy was at the front as he encouraged them all along as quickly as he could. Your brother was freaking out as he tried to keep up with Steve. Max had noticed you being slower than normal and looked at you with worry. “Why are you slowing down?” She asked in a rush. “I’m not, just trying to keep you all in the middle alright. Keep going Max,” you tried to reassure her as you pushed her forward. You did your best to keep up, though the pain was now shooting through your leg. “Shit,” you muttered as you pushed ahead.

“This way!” you could hear Steve call. Mike was in front of you when all of a sudden he fell and you noticed a vine wrap around his leg. “Shit, Mike,” you quickly ran to his aid. “You guys, help!” you yelled as you tried your best to wrench the thing from his leg, desperately pulling the poor boy. You heard their loud footsteps come running back toward you. “Out of the way! Out of the way!” Steve yelled as he pushed everyone aside before raising the bat over his head and bringing it down on the vine. 

He broke its hold on Mike and immediately you had gotten him up and off of the ground. “You okay?” you asked as you dusted him off quickly. “We gotta go, we gotta go now!” Dustin said and when you all turned there was a loud screech. There in your path was something you’d never thought to see again, you’d never hoped to see again. Dart. 

Steve had the bat raised over his head, while you tried to put the kids behind you. Dustin nudged his way forward and when you tried to grab him he dodged your hold. 

“Dart,” Dustin addressed the monster in front of you. He walked forward and you once again tried to grab him. The whole group called to him and tried to pull him back. “Just trust me, please,” he said and you looked at him with worry. 

“Hey, it’s me, it’s your friend Dustin,” He said as he pulled up the goggles and the bandana down so you could see his face. “It’s just Dustin, alright?” he said softly, trying his best not to scare him. “You remember me?” Dustin asked and you sighed shakily. You were terrified that something would happen. You leaned against the wall for support, and Steve noticed. You noticed his brows furrow as he looked at you as if asking what was wrong. You shook your head to tell him nothing. He looked down and remembered your leg his eyes went wide. He was upset that you didn’t tell him you hurt it worse when you almost fell earlier. You waved it off and took your weight off of the wall. The creature wailed and you all jumped, the bat once again raising above Steve’s head. 

Dustin slowly took his backpack off and your hands shook as you held your flashlight tightly and clenched the other into a fist. “He’s insane,” Lucas whispered. “Don’t” Mike said before he could do anything. Your brother opened a candy bar and broke a piece off before setting it down in front of Dart. He slowly began to eat the candy and so while he was distracted Dustin motioned for you all to go ahead and pass. “There’s plenty, I’ve got more,” you heard him say as you passed by. Stopping to wait for your little brother, not trusting the Demo-dog in front of you. He set down more candy as he stood up and walked over to you. 

Dart turned back to look at him one last time, “Goodbye Buddy,” Dustin said as you swung an arm around his shoulder. When Dart turned away you ushered him ahead of you. Steve had waited for you and let the kids in front of him. He stayed beside you as you hurried along as best as you could. “C’mon you guys!” Dustin called. “Go on, I’m fine,” you said and stumbled the slightest bit. “No way, c’mon,” Steve said and did his best to help you keep up. 

“C’mon! Let’s go, let’s go!” Steve directed them forward. All of a sudden the ground started to shake and you all lost your balance, letting out yells and shouts of fear. You fell to the floor but were quickly helped up by your brother and Max. “We need to go, now!” you yelled as you heard groaning and growling coming from behind you. 

All of you shouted at each other to move faster as the adrenaline kicked in and the pain faded a bit so you could keep up better. You thought for sure something bad was going to happen and you were determined to get those kids and Steve back up safely. 

The rope came into view and you ran faster. “Let’s go!” you yelled as you ran ahead. 

You helped lift the kids out as they pulled each other up. Your arms burned as you pushed your brother up and out of the hole. 

Just as Steve was about to help you up the growling got louder. “Shit,” Steve said as he picked up the bat and pushed you behind him. You were just glad none of the kids were down there still. They were all yelling for you to come up and reaching their hands down for you. 

The next thing you knew the Demo-dogs were rounding the corner and running at you. 

You let out a shout as one almost knocked you over. Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kept you close to his chest. You watched with wide shocked eyes as they ran past you. 

“Holy crap,” you mumbled as you held tight to his jacket. “I got you,” he said and held you tighter as they continued to pass by. The flow of dogs stopped and you rested your head on Steve’s shoulder letting out a heavy sigh. “Are you ok?” he asked you with worry in his voice. “I’m ok, how about you?” you asked softly as your head still rested on his shoulder. Your head was pounding and you could barely feel a dull ache in your leg from the rush of adrenaline. “I’m ok, just like I promised,” he said and moved the bandana down to press a kiss on your head. You felt so relieved that you could cry. ”How about we get you up, alright?” he asked and you nodded softly. He lifted you up and you grabbed the rope to pull yourself up and out. The kids offered their hands but not knowing if they could hold you you decided just to do it yourself. You felt tears in your eyes as breathed the fresh air and looked around to see that everybody was ok. 

You looked down at the hole and sighed, trying to keep your lip from quivering seeing as you had taken off the make-shift mask you had on. The headlights on the car shone brighter than you’d ever seen them and you cringed at the brightness. You knew it had to be Eleven closing the gate.

 Everyone took off their goggles and masks letting out long sighs of relief. Once everyone was away from the hole you immediately gathered the kids in a large hug. “I’m so glad you’re all ok, god, I was so worried,” you said as your voice broke. They held you tighter as they heard your voice strain, “We got so scared, I thought I was gonna lose you,” Dustin said and buried his face in your shoulder. You placed a kiss on his head. “I’m ok Dustin, I’m ok,” you reassured the boy. You pressed a kiss on each of their heads. Steve watched the scene in front of him with a small smile. When the kids pulled away from you you quickly made your way over to Steve. You tossed yourself into his arms as he dropped everything to catch you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist holding you as close as possible. “Thank you so much, Steve. I don’t know how to thank you for everything. You’ve kept us all safe this entire night and I just- I-” your crying made you stutter. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. “Hey, hey, You’re ok. Everything is ok, the kids are fine. I’m fine,” he said and kissed your cheek softly. You pulled back but stayed in his hold, you held his cheeks in your hands. He lifted his hands to wipe the tears away, he looked at you softly and you smiled with a quivering lip. 

“Why don’t we go get patched up and we can drop off the kids? Make sure they get home safe and sound,” He suggested as his thumb gently swiped over your cheek. You nodded your head, “Ok,” you agreed and he smiled at you reassuringly. You let each other go and you sighed as you looked at everyone. It was finally over and things felt like they might be ok. 

“Max, give me the keys,” Steve said and held his hand out toward the girl. She sighed in disappointment before reluctantly handing over her brother’s car keys. “Alright, everybody get in,” you said and nudged them all to the car. They crammed themselves in the backseat of the stuffy car that smelled like smoke and cheap cologne. You and Steve pushed your seats back into place before he ripped off the small cardboard box that was on the pedals. “I can’t believe she drove this fucking car,” Steve said under his breath and you chuckled. “I’m surprised we’re alive,” you said and he looked over at you with a grin. “I wasn’t that bad!” Max defended and you both looked back at her like she was crazy. “You ran into someone’s mailbox at top speed on a turn not even on the road Maxine, It was pretty bad,” you said and she huffed before sitting back. Steve chuckled before turning the car on and making his way out of the pumpkin patch. The ride wasn’t smooth, but it was definitely better than before. On the drive back it was quiet, everyone too exhausted to speak.

You looked back and noticed that a few of them had fallen asleep and you smiled. You noticed Mike still awake and you placed a hand on his knee comfortingly. “She’s ok, I’m sure,” you said and he nodded hesitantly. “We’ll be there soon,” you said and patted his knee before turning back around. Without thought, Steve reached over to take your hand in his letting his fingers tangle with yours on your lap. You squeezed his hand and rested your other over it. You saw a small smile ease its way onto his face and you grinned softly before looking out the window at the passing scenery. 

You pulled up to the Byers’ and sighed seeing Hopper's truck there, and Jonathan's car parked next to it. You were nervous to go in and have to explain what happened, but you knew you had to. You turned back and sighed at having to wake the sleeping kids. “Hey, you guys,” You said and gently shook their legs. “Guys, it’s time to wake up, we’re back,” you said louder this time but not too loud as to scare them. They groggily opened their eyes and rubbed the sleep from them. “C’mon, it’s time to get out,” you said and got out of the car to pull the seat forward. You smiled as they all sleepily made their way out of the car. Mike’s eyes widened when he saw Hopper’s truck and he rushed to the door. Lucas and Max walked to the house together while you stayed back with Dustin and Steve. You wrapped your arm around your little brother's shoulders and held him close as he drowsily made his way to the house with you. You felt an arm wrap around your shoulders as you walked and looked up to see Steve next to you. You leaned into his hold while you walked to the steps. Dustin walked up first with you behind him just in case he decided to trip in his sluggish state. You felt a hand on your back as you walked and it gave you comfort knowing that he was there. When you walked in Dustin walked right to the couch to flop down. You chuckled and smiled at the sight of Mike and Eleven together. 

“What the hell happened?” you heard Joyce ask quickly as she noticed you and Steve. You looked at each other and sighed. “We’ll explain later, can we clean up?” you asked. “Of course, why don’t you sit here and I’ll help,” she said and you waved her off politely. “We’ve got it, Mrs. Byers, thank you though,” You said and went to give her a hug. She held you tightly and you grimaced at the tight hold she had on you. “Well, if you need anything you call for me ok,” she said and let go of you. You smiled at her and nodded. 

Once again you and Steve made the all too familiar trek to the bathroom. “You know, I’m getting really sick of this damn bathroom,” Steve said and you chuckled. “I am too,” you agreed as he shut the door. You sat him down on the closed toilet so you could clean up his face. 

“Alright this might sting a bit, I’m sorry in advance,” you said. “It’s ok, just do it,” he said and sighed heavily. You peeled off the small bandaids and began to clean the cuts and scrapes on his face. He winced every now and again, “I think it’s safe to say that we got our asses kicked,” you said jokingly. He chuckled, “Yeah, I guess we did. I’m so sorry, that never should have happened to you,” he said and placed his hands on your hips as you stood in front of him. 

“I told you that I’d keep you safe too, didn’t I? Told you that I’d do the fighting,” you said and smiled softly at him. “And obviously neither of us are too great at fighting people, but we’re pretty good with interdimensional monsters,” you teased. He chuckled a bit at that and you laughed softly. He smiled at you as you finished placing real bandages over his wounds that really needed it. You looked at him with bright eyes. “There’s that smile,” you said and tapped his nose. He swatted your hand away as a flush settled on his cheeks. A bit of your shirt lifted up as you reached to put something away and his eyes locked on the bruises already starting to form. “Hey, hey, hey, c’mere,” he said and pulled you a bit closer. You looked at him in worry, “What’s wrong? Are you ok?” you asked and brushed a hand through his hair. 

“He did this?” he asked as he tugged your shirt up the slightest bit to point to the bruises. “Yeah, but it’s not that bad, it’ll heal soon,” you tried to reassure him. “Can I see?” he asked with his eyebrows creased. You sighed but nodded your head. He lifted your shirt higher and his eyes widened at the array of blues, blacks, and deep purples. “(y/n), I’m so sorry,” he said as tears welled up in his eyes. You pulled your shirt back into place and placed your hands on his face. “Hey, they’re just bruises, they’ll go away soon,” you said trying to give him some sense of comfort. You wiped the tears from his cheeks, “No need to cry over me Harrington, I’ll be just fine,” you said and leaned down to kiss his head. He held your wrists and put light pressure over your pulse points. You smiled at the feeling and pulled back to look at him. His tears had stopped, “Let’s get you patched up huh?” he asked and you nodded an ok.

He got up and gently sat you down where he was previously seated. He began to clean the cut on your cheek as quickly as possible not wanting it to hurt more than it had to. You winced when he touched the cut on your head. “It doesn’t need stitches, so I can just clean it up and put a bandage on for you,” he said softly and began to clean it. 

“You know, I think you’d be a pretty great nurse, Steve,” you said and looked up at him through your lashes. He smiled at your joking tone. “I mean, not to brag but I think so too,” he said and you laughed as he carefully placed the bandage over your wound. “There you go, good as new,” he said and you smiled gratefully at him. “Thank you, Steve,” you said and he nodded. “Not just for this,” you said. “What for?” he asked with furrowed brows. He was crouched down in front of you, “for keeping your promises,” you said and smoothed out the crease between his brows. “I’ll always keep them,” he said and you smiled. You had no doubt in your mind that he would. 

You walked out of the bathroom to see the kids passed out on the couch, leaning on each other and you smiled at the scene. You were about ready to explain but Joyce interrupted. “They told us everything. You’re all safe and that’s what matters,” she said and hugged you both. 

“Will you be alright to bring them home?” she asked and you just nodded your head. “Planned on it,” you said with a smile. 

You once again woke the sleeping kids and corralled them back into the car. “Alright, let’s get you guys home,” Steve said and once again grabbed your hand as you drove off. 

You dropped off Lucas first, then Max, and Dustin after. You and Steve went to get his car that was left by the tracks. You got out and he tossed you Billy’s keys. We’ll drive back to Max’s and I’ll drive you home from there alright,” he said and you nodded. 

You arrived at Max’s house and turned the car off, before leaving the keys in the car not having anywhere else to put them, just hoping no one would steal it. 

You got out of the car and got into Steve’s, it was warm when you entered and you sighed in relief as some of the tension rolled off of your shoulders at the smell of bergamot and mint, instead of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne. “You can sleep if you want to,” he said and placed his hand on your leg. You gave him a tired smile before reaching to grab his hand in yours. 

“I don’t want to sleep yet,” you said drowsily. “Sure you don’t,” he said teasingly. “Really, it’s ok to sleep I don’t mind,” he said as your eyes got heavier. You shook your head, “not yet,” you said trying to hide a yawn. He turned on the radio making sure to keep it low. You wanted to stay up with him on the drive but you couldn’t help it and before you knew it your eyes slipped closed and you fell asleep. 

You didn’t remember much after that seeing as how tired you were but you knew that Steve walked you to your door. He kissed your forehead and bid you goodnight as you walked into the house. 

That was where that night ended and a whole new relationship developed. 

You and Steve had gotten closer and closer over the months. Hanging out sometimes with Dustin and Sometimes without. You would never call it a date when you went out, though you were dying to. You respected him and helped him mend his heart over time and that’s one of the reasons he knew he needed you. So the night finally came when he was determined to tell you how he felt. 

It was around Christmas when the Snow Ball rolled around (get it?) Dustin and his friends planned on going and Steve had offered to take him. Dustin frantically searched the house looking around for the paper bag which held that very special something he had been waiting to use since Steve told him about it. The Farrah Fawcett spray. 

You chuckled when he found it, and he ran to his room. There was a knock on the door, and you knew it had to be Steve. “Dustin, Steve is here!” you called as you opened the door to let him in. 

“Hey, Steve, thank you so much for taking him he really appreciates it,” you said “Yeah, of course, hey do you maybe wanna come with and we can get a milkshake after we drop him off?” he asked a bit shyly and you smiled brightly. “Yeah, of course, I’d love to,” you said. “Great, that’s great,” he said nervously trailing off. You giggled at his nervousness. 

When it was finally time to go, Dustin’s hair was perfectly done with a little help from Steve. You smiled, “Handsome as ever Dusty,” you said and squeezed his shoulder. You all walked out to the car and Steve opened the door for you as you got in. You thanked him before buckling up. “Why do I have to sit in the back?” Dustin whined a bit and you chuckled. “Because, you’re the youngest here, and plus he likes me better,” you said and stuck your tongue out at him. “No, he does not!” Dustin defended and you chuckled. “Did he tell you that?” you asked. “No, I just know,” he said and you shook your head. Steve just watched as you two bickered. “Alright, alright settle down. I like both of you equally, except maybe I like (y/n) a little more,” he said the last part quietly. “Knew it,” you mumbled and Steve laughed softly. “What are you laughing about?” Dustin asked loudly. “Nothing,” you both answered quickly. “Alright, let’s go!” Steve said before pulling away from your house and toward the school. The ride was filled with Steve giving Dustin a pep talk and it made you smile the whole way there. 

“You’ve got this Dustin, you look great alright?” you said and turned to look at him encouragingly. “She’s right, you look great, man,” Steve assured him. “You’re gonna go in there, and you’re gonna slay ‘em dead,” Steve said and you firmly agreed. “Exactly, go get ‘em Dusty,” you said and he took a deep breath before leaving the car. “We’ll be back later ok?” you called out the window. He tossed you a thumbs up and smiled. 

You watched as he entered the school and smiled at how much older he was getting. “He’s growing up too fast,” you said and turned to look at Steve to see he was already looking at you. 

He smiled at the brightness in your eyes as you caught him looking at you. A blush settled on your cheeks and he reached up a hand to run his hand along the warmth of your cheek. You leaned into his touch, his thumb ran along the small scar from that night months prior. The thought made his heart sink the slightest. He gently let his hand fall and your heart warmed at the look in his eyes. 

He looked happy.

“Let’s go get some shakes, how ‘bout it?” he asked with a grin. You nodded your head, “Yeah, let’s go,”

He put the car into gear and pulled out of the school parking lot. “You seem really happy,” you said and looked over at him. He took a quick glance over at you, “I am really happy, you make me really happy,” he said. The blush returned to your cheeks, you reached over to grab his free hand. “I’d do anything to see you happy,” you told him and intertwined your fingers. It was his turn to blush. “Just knowing you makes me happy, all you have to do is exist,” he said. He lifted your hands to place a chaste kiss on the back of yours. “I’d die to see you smile every day, you know, I’d do anything to make you laugh, I’d bend over backward just make sure you knew how beautiful you are,” he told you just as he pulled up to the small diner. He put the car in park and looked over at you. He could see a gleam in your eyes as you stared at him. You leaned over the center console and pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips. He looked at you in surprise before a smile broke out on his face. “You’re beautiful too Harrington,” you said and pushed a strand of hair back into place, letting your fingers graze down to his jaw. He took your hand and placed a kiss on your fingers. 

You sat there for a moment just admiring each other before reluctantly deciding to leave the moment. 

He opened the door for you and walked with you to the entrance before once again opening the door for you and letting you in first. You sighed at the warmth the small place radiated, and smiled at the older woman behind the counter who now knew you all too well. 

He held your waist from behind as you walked to the corner booth. This time choosing to sit next to you instead of across from you. You smiled as you felt his arm drape around your shoulders. The woman came over to take your orders as usual and gave a knowing smile seeing Steve sit next to you. 

“You wanna share?” he asked and gently traced circled over your shoulder. You nodded,” yeah, I’d like that,” you smiled at him. “One strawberry milkshake, please,” he told her and she wrote it down before taking her leave. 

You wanna know something?” he asked and you looked up at him, “sure,” you said and rested your head back against his arm. “Remember the first time we met, we had a project to do in Mr. Harris’ class,” he started and you nodded. “Of course, I do,” you said. “I remember thinking that you were one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen,” he told you and you smiled shyly before looking down at your hands. “Are you serious?” you asked and looked up at him through your lashes. He gripped your chin and brought your head up to look at him. “I’d never lie to you,” he said and brushed some hair out of your face. “I mean you were perfect, you were smart, funny, patient and so kind. I swear that was the first time I felt real butterflies,” he said and leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. “Can I tell you a secret?” you whispered. “You can tell me anything,” he spoke just as softly. “You’re the only guy who has ever cared enough to tell me that,” you said. His heart dropped a bit at your confession. He pulled away so he could look at you. “I’ll tell you every day, I’ll care for you every day if you’ll let me,” he said. You smiled brightly. You knew what he meant and it made your heart soar finally getting to hear it from him. 

“Every day huh?” you asked with a goofy grin. “Every day,” he reiterated. “I think I could get used to that,” you said and he smiled down at you. 

He glanced down at your lips for a second before looking into your eyes again just to see you do the same thing. 

He pulled you closer to him and placed on hand on your cheek. You slowly leaned in and your eyes fluttered closed. You felt his nose nudge yours and his breath fan across your face. Your hand reached up to rest at the back of his neck softly tugging him close enough that your lips met. It was long-awaited, short-lived, and sweet. When you pulled away his eyes were still closed and so you leaned in one more time placing your lips against his. This time he held you close as your lips moved together. Your other hand reached up to grab ahold of his wrist not wanting him to let you go just yet. When you did finally pull away your cheeks were tinted pink. He chuckled at how flustered you were, he took his hand from your face and you moved yours from his wrist. “You don’t have to let go,” he said and grabbed your hand. You held his hand tighter and leaned against him. He kissed the top of your head, and you sighed happily. 

The waitress quickly walked over to set your milkshake down and leave you two alone. She knew what it was like to have something as special as you did, and she didn’t want to interrupt that moment longer than she had to. 

You thanked her as she walked away. The rest of the night was spent laughing, talking, and sharing strawberry kisses. 

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It was a while later when you went to pick up Dustin. When he got in the car he could tell that something had changed. 

“Did you have fun Dusty?” asked and looked over your shoulder at him. He smiled at you and nodded. “Yeah, no I had a pretty good time,” he said and you smiled at the news. “I knew you would,” you said and reached back to squeeze his hand. “Now did you get any girls to dance with you?” Steve asked and you rolled your eyes. “The prettiest one there,” he smiled proudly. “That’s my man. I told you you would! The hair really works,” he said to him and you chuckled. 

“It’s true,” Dustin said and relaxed in his seat. 

Steve smiled at you as you laughed, Dustin noticed Steve’s gaze on you and he smiled knowingly to himself. The drive home was filled with Dustin telling you all that had happened that night, and you and Steve teasing him a bit. 

The conversation had died down as you pulled up in front of your house. Dustin got out first, while you and Steve took your time. He took your hand and kissed it before insisting on getting your door for you. Dustin waited impatiently by the door. 

Steve walked you to the door, and you opened it for your little brother. He walked in and shut the door leaving you two alone. 

He reached out and grabbed your waist to pull you closer, you smiled shyly and wrapped your arms around his neck. He smiled down at you, “Hi,” he said quietly. You giggled a bit. “Hello,” you said and moved your hand to push the hair from his face. He caught your hand and brought it up and pressed kisses to the inside of your wrist. You intertwined your fingers before pushing up on your toes to place a kiss on his lips. Your hand moved to cradle the side of his face while his arm wrapped around you. When you pulled away you smiled. “Hey, um, would you maybe want to hang out tomorrow? We could go to the drive-in or you know whatever you want,” he asked nervously. You nodded your head, “I’d love that, Steve. I’d really love that,” you assured him. His eyes lit up, “Yeah?” he asked once again. “Yeah,” you confirmed.”Great, that’s great,” he said and you bit your lip to hold in a giggle. 

He let you go and you took a step toward your door. “I guess, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he said and you nodded your head. “I’ll see you tomorrow Steve, goodnight,” you said and quckly took one more step forward to kiss his cheek before turning to open your door. “Goodnight, (y/n),” he said as he watched your door close. He smiled to himself as he walked back to his car. 

It took him a couple of months but he knew from the moment he saw you on November first that you were special. And now you were his. 

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Billy and Chrissy being besties

An: i can see it happening tbh!! Hope u guys enjoy these headcanons! ✨🫶🏻

Okay so the second Billy started his semester at Hawkins High, he’d fit right in with the populars

Chrissy being one of them cuz she’s been a cheerleader since freshman year

She’d also be extremely intrigued by Billy but that’s also bc she finds him just a teeny bit attractive

That’s a lie tho, hes literally her type

Curly hair, leather jacket, bad boy personality, but she’s with Jason…..and hes different

So it’s no surprise that Billy could sense her nervousness around him whenever he’d hang around her squad and that leads to him saying

“Let me drive you home, you live near me, no?”

So she lets him and on their little drive home she learns he actually has a great taste in music and hes funny

They’d start to hangout more and learn more about each other, especially their trauma and stuff :(((

“We’re just two messed up souls, aren’t we?” Billy would say to lighten the sad mood

I think Jason would start to suspect something bc he’s such a jealous dude and Chrissys like “nope, just friends”

Which is true because Billy has his eye on someone ;) and Chrissy can’t rlly picture him with her and she has Jason

That quickly changes though during one lunch period when Billy and Chrissy are sitting outside together

Sometimes Billy can only handle so much of all the jocks, so he always invites Chrissy to sit out with him

So when Chrissy picks at her barely eaten food because she’s so distracted by the group of “freaks” sitting across them more specifically the long haired one, Billy senses what’s up

“I knew it,” he’d bring her back to their little reality

“Knew what??” Her face would grow as red as a tomato, trying her hardest to remain stern

“Munson,” his face grows wide along with his devilish grin, “you have the hots for Eddie fuckin’ Munson”

Chrissy would deny deny deny as best as she can but if Billy knows then it’s super obvious

Billy finds it hilarious that the head cheerleader would be crushing on someone like Eddie

Chrissys his pal tho and if that’s who she chooses to like, then why should he care

He’d tease her by saying “instead of buying drugs from him, I’m just gonna tell him that you’ve been hopelessly in love with him since middle school”

“Do that and I’ll slash the tires on your precious Camaro”

Chrissy didn’t have the best grades (her student file!!) and I can imagine Billy didn’t either, so the two of them would start studying together bc they rlly wanna graduate

Billy would sometimes bring her over to study at his place and there Max would see the two of them

Chrissy waving at Max who shyly waves back bc she doesn’t know if that’s Billy’s friend or girlfriend

Chrissy giving Billy relationship advice

In return, Billy gives Chrissy his mixtape bc he listens to the same stuff as Eddie

Billy and Chrissy secretly heading to the hideout to watch Eddie’s band and running out as soon as he notices them

During the summer, Billy would get her a job as a lifeguard and she’d befriend Heather as well

The three of them staying out late after the pool is closed and when Heather leaves, Billy and Chrissy just talk

She asks him about what to do with Jason and he gives her the most honest advice he can

I think he’d be tender with her and that would start motivating him to be kinder to his sister because he treats Chrissy more like a sister than he’d like to admit

I’m all for Billy and Chrissy bettering themselves

Tysm for reading babies <3333

[alloftheimagines]

billy hargrove | heaven-sent | one-shot

masterlist | series masterlist | request | ko-fi

billy x hopper! oc

words: 2.9k

warnings: kidnapping, trauma! at hawkins lab, violence w/ guns (but no shooting), angst, comfort, strong language, superhuman oc, bad plot probably, set between seasons two and three

prompt: Hi I was wondering if you could write a Billy Hargrove x reader. She has powers like 11 and know each other. One day he sees her handcuffed and led by some men to a van and she has some bruises on her arm so he goes after her.

– I adjusted this because it fit too well with my heaven-sent series to not turn into a fran x billy heaven-sent one-shot. hope that's okay!

Billy changed the route of his daily morning jog around the same time that he and Fran became…whatever it is they are. Whatever that aching knot in the very pits of his belly means. The first day, he pretended as though he hadn’t gone out of his way to run by the trailer on the edge of the lake. The second, she caught him and offered him coffee. Now, it’s pancakes or cereal or whatever she has on offer that day, and he can never say no. Not to her. 

But something’s wrong today. In front of the trailer sit three white vans. Not her father’s, the chief’s. Just…plain, ominous white vans. He slows and yanks off his headphones, sweat dripping down his neck. And then the trailer door swings open, and his heart sinks into his stomach. Fran is being pulled along by a group of neatly dressed men, and her eyes…golden. Round. Filled with fear that can’t mean anything good. 

“Hey!” he shouts, but when they spot him, the men only urge her toward the vans quicker. Fran stumbles and strains to get a look at him, and only then does he realise she’s handcuffed. “Fran. What the hell’s going on?”

One of the men holds him back like she’s some sort of celebrity. Or prisoner. 

And a part of him already knows, then, or at least can guess what these people would want with Fran. With his Fran. She’s shuddering just like she always does when an episode happens, a speck of blood beneath her nostrils. They know about her powers. They’re trying to take her away. 

“Call my dad, Billy,” she begs. 

“I’m afraid Hawkins' chief of police won’t be able to do much this time,” the man yanking her forward drawls. As though he’s enjoying it. It makes Billy sick. 

“No. No way. You’re not taking her.” He shoves the human barrier aside and runs for the car, but his arms are pulled back and there are more of them restraining him now. 

And then a cold piece of metal presses against his head. A gun. He stops writhing, his blood going cold. 

“Let her go.” All he can do is beg, fear a shivering fist around his gut. “You’ve got it wrong. You can’t take her.”

“Just call my dad, Billy,” Fran pleads again, and then her head is lowered and she’s pushed into the back of the van. The last thing he sees before the doors close is that terror contorting her features, and those gold eyes, and the pain he knows she feels when it happens. 

A lump forms in Billy’s throat, hatred curling his upper lip, but he doesn’t dare move. What good would he be to her if his brains are splattered across her driveway? She’s right. He needs to get Hopper. “Let her go,” he grounds out anyway. “There’s a mistake here.”

“You won’t tell anybody about this.” The gunman clicks the safety off just to give his message loud and clear. If Billy talks, he dies. “Billy Hargrove, isn’t it? How’s your sister, Maxine?”

That, he hadn’t expected. They know who he is. Know about Max. Probably know where he lives. Jesus. How long have they been watching Fran? To what fucking end?

He can’t even think about that. If he gets angry, he’ll do something stupid like get them both killed, and he can’t let that happen. She needs him strong, steady, something Billy Hargrove has never felt before and certainly doesn’t feel now.

But he’ll do his damn best for her. 

“I won’t tell anybody,” he whispers. 

“Not even the chief.” The gunman’s finger hovers over the trigger.

Billy shakes his head, defeated. “Not even the chief.”

“Good.” He slaps Billy’s back, the group dispersing back towards the vans. “Glad we could clear that up. You forget about all of this and you won’t have to worry.”

He climbs into the van and slams the door, cool gaze still fixed on Billy. They drive off, leaving Billy in the dust. He watches the van with Fran inside, his lower lip trembling. What the fuck does he do now?

***

He shakes. For the rest of the day, he shakes like a fucking leaf. He goes to school because he knows he’s being watched. Pretends everything is normal; like Fran isn’t gone. He tries not to think about what they might do to her. She’s not normal, maybe not even human, and he realises somewhere along the line that he was wrong. He has seen those vans before, the night that Fran and him found Hopper underground. Those vine things alive, curled around him. 

He needs Hopper, and much as he hates it, he does the only thing he can think of. Gets the police’s attention.

If those damn freaks knew anything about him, they’d know he’s had a few run-ins with the law. So he skips fifth period and speeds around town until those damn lights follow him. Callahan takes him into the station as predicted with a smarmy, “No girlfriend to bail you out this time?”

Billy grits his teeth, remembering the first time Fran bailed him out for drunk driving. They take care of each other. It’s what they do. And it kills him that, this time, he doesn't know how. 

“Chief around?” he mumbles after he’s been questioned and left with a strike in his license. 

“On his lunch break,” Callahan replies. 

Great. Fuck knows how long that could last. He leans back in his seat, knee bouncing as he tips his head and blows out a long, ragged breath. 

“Don’t think he’ll be too impressed to find you here again. You wanna date the chief's daughter, you better stop being a delinquent.” 

He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I need to talk to him. Can you call him in?”

“No need. You’re all done here, as long as you pay the fine in the next two weeks. Another strike on your license, and it’s gone. You hear me?”

Thankfully, the station door opens and a heavy-footed Hopper struts in, a box of donuts in his hand and a bear claw in his mouth. Both are left on Flo’s desk when he catches sight of Billy. “Are you kidding me?”

“I need to talk to you in your office.”

“Oh, you’re gonna.” He glares and yanks Billy up by the collar, causing him to scowl. “Jesus Christ, what the hell does Fran see in you? What are you in for now?”

“Speeding,” Callahan supplies.

Another grumble as Hopper shoves him into his office. Billy waits until the door is closed, and then all his pent-up worry finally pours out of him. “Fran’s gone. She’s gone, chief, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to fucking d —”

“Woah, woah. Slow down. Fran’s gone where?” 

“They took her.” His voice rises with panic, no matter how badly he tries to keep quiet. “Those guys in the white vans. The ones who were there that night…they took her. Said if I told anyone, I’d be dead and made it pretty damn clear the rest of my family would be, too. I wanted to go after her, but there were too many. There were too goddamn many.”

Hopper’s features turn grave in an instant. “When was this?”

“This morning. Around eight.”

His knuckles whiten, hands curling into fists. “You should have come to me sooner.”

“They’re watching me. What the hell was I supposed to do? They threatened my goddamn sister.”

Hopper pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright. You’re right. We have to be careful about this.”

“But we can get her back, right? You know where they’d take her?”

“I have an idea, yeah.”

Billy blows out a breath of relief, still trembling all over. “So let’s go. Now.”

“We can’t just waltz in. We need a plan. I need…Jesus, I need to call Joyce. She can get us in, I’m sure.”

He knows nothing about Joyce’s place in all this, but any plan is better than playing sitting ducks. He runs a hand over his mouth, exhausted and desperate to get Fran back. “Do you think…would they hurt her?”

Hopper purses his lips as though he can’t bear to answer. Finally, his brows lower and he heads to the telephone on the desk. “No. They won’t hurt her. We won’t let them.”

Billy wants so badly to believe it.

***

An hour later, they’re at the gate of Hawkins Lab, Joyce and Hopper in the front seats. After a lengthy argument about Billy’s role in it all, he’s hiding on the floor of the back seat while they attempt to convince the guard that it’s urgent. Something about Will. A flashlight flits around the car and then the gates buzz. They’re in.

“You stay in the car,” Hopper rattles for the tenth time. “If they see you, they’ll know what’s going on.”

“Right, and they wouldn’t suspect you,” Billy retorts.

“They think they can control me. I let them think that. But you’re a livewire and you have no idea what we’re walking into here.”

“Because nobody tells me a damn thing.”

“Thank your lucky stars for it, kid. You don’t want to know. Trust me.”

“Just like Fran didn’t want to know?” It’s a low blow, especially now, but Billy is pissed off and he knows how badly it hurt Fran when she found out she was adopted. She’d come from the lab and hadn’t known it. Hadn’t known she was gifted at all until recently. She deserved better than that. She deserved the truth. 

“I’m not arguing with you, Hargrove.” Hopper pops a cigarette in his mouth before ordering, “Just stay in the damn car.”

Joyce and Hopper get out, and Billy waits all of five minutes before impatience gets the better of him. He peers out of the window on all sides before sneaking out, weaving between the parked cars and behind the back of the building. Hopper is taking the long route, but Billy just needs Fran back. Now. He can’t sit by and wait and hope a small-town police chief and Joyce Byers can take on the group he saw this morning. No fucking way.

That’s why, when a guy dressed in a lab coat comes out of the back entrance by the dumpster, Billy wastes no time in knocking him out. Neil might be a piece of shit, but he’s taught him how to throw a decent punch. The scientist goes straight down, and Billy catches the door with his foot before it closes, bending over to yank off the coat. He finds a key card in the pocket and slips the coat on, licking his palm and slicking back his curls in the hopes it might make him look less like a Brat Pack teenager and more like a kidnapping, experimenting piece of shit. 

The lab is bigger on the inside. He takes the stairwell in the corner of the building where he’s less likely to be spotted, finding a list signposted on each floor. He has no idea where Fran might be, until he’s breathless and finds the word subjects listed under the sixth level. He can’t even think about what it might mean, only that it’s the closest he’s come to feeling Fran since she was taken. So he smooths down his shirt, takes a deep breath, and steps into the corridor. 

It’s grey-walled, with sad excuses for rainbows painted along every edge of it as though this could be anything but hell. He peers through each door and finds empty rooms — until the end one. There Fran is, curled on her side with her back to him. His heart leaps into his throat and he uses the key card to get in. 

“Fran.”

She’s trembling, and he isn’t sure she’s even heard him at first. Not until she murmurs, “Go away. Go away. Go away.”

“Fran, angel.” He walks cautiously towards her, crouching but not daring to touch her yet. “It’s me. It’s Billy. Look at me.”

She stiffens finally and turns around, sitting up. She’s pale, bandaids on her elbows as though she’s had blood tests or IV drips inserted into her. Anger swirls in him. If they’ve used her as some damn lab-rat…

There are bruises, too. From the way they manhandled her, maybe. He hopes that’s all it’s from. If someone hurt her, he isn’t sure what he’ll do. 

“Billy,” she whispers, her eyes becoming glossy as she wraps her arms around him. “Oh my god. Billy.”

“I’m here.” He tucks a curl behind her ear gently. “What did they do to you? What did they do, Fran? I swear to god, if they hurt you —”

“Tests. They did tests.” Her voice wobbles, so far removed from her usual cockiness and wit. It breaks his heart right down the middle. “I’ve been here before. I remember…”

“Let’s get you home, okay? You can tell me everything when I get you home.”

She nods, her chin wobbling. “I’m scared, Billy.”

“You don’t need to be scared. I’m here.”

She places a hand on his chest as though she can’t quite believe it, and his fingers curl around her elbows to help her up. Her legs are wobbly, eyes glazed. 

And then the alarms go off. 

“We need to go. They know we’re here.” He pulls her into him and they set off into a staggering run back down the blaring corridor. She’s barefoot, unsteady, but she’s in his arms and that’s all he can focus on. Footfalls echo behind him and he knows they’re close. Breathless sobs leave her as they skip down the stairs two at a time, back the way they came. He realises at the last minute that it isn’t a good idea and pulls her into the next corridor to take another flight of stairs. Somebody will have found the guy he knocked out by now and he can’t afford to run into whoever it was. 

The lab gets busier the further down they get — but then Hopper and Joyce are there on the ground floor, relief written across their faces. 

“Go!” Billy yells, urging them all out. They do, Hopper sprinting to the car ahead of them so he can unlock it. People are running onto the parking lot now — scientists, guards, people in suits like the ones from this morning, but they don’t know where the threat is, still bewildered, and it gives them the chance to get out. 

Only the gates are closing. Billy pulls Fran into the backseat and Joyce collapse into the passenger. They don’t have time to fasten their seatbelts before they’re speeding away, and just in time before the gates close. 

Billy chokes on his relief and focuses on Fran. Still pale, still shaking, still not her. “We’re going home now. We’re getting you home, okay? You’re safe.”

She shakes her head at the same time Hopper replies, “‘Fraid not. We need to get out of Hawkins. Are you okay sweetheart?”

“Yeah.” It’s an uncertain whisper. 

“I left you on your own too damn much,” he mumbles. “Should’ve been there.”

“Yeah,” she repeats. She’s clutching Billy’s hand so tightly his skin is turning white, but he doesn’t care. He’s needed this all day. He can’t put into words just how much he's needed it. He’s alone in the world without her, floating in an abyss, and he needs her. He needs her so damn much he aches. 

He smooths down one of her knotted curls, his finger trailing down her cheek, her jaw. She gulps and closes her eyes, nestling into his chest. 

“The two of you need to stay out of sight until we’re out of town,” Hopper says. “Get down.”

They do, cuddling up on the cab floor together. Billy can’t bring himself to let go. “Scared me so damn much, angel. Jesus.” He can still feel it pressing into him, that fear.

“I’m never going to be normal,” she replies, her voice cracking. “I’m never going to be me again.”

“You’re always gonna be you.” He squeezes her hand. He wants to rip the hospital gown off. It’s too harsh a reminder of what she’s faced. What he couldn’t save her from. “And I’m always gonna be here to make sure you remember it.”

Her eyes fall shut finally, and he’s never seen her look this small, this young. He wishes he could help her. Wishes there was a quick fix. But Fran will never need fixing. She just needs to be set free, and the world won’t let her. 

“My fuckin’ angel, huh?” he murmurs, dragging his knuckle against her cheek again. “Always my angel.”

And he’d happily be her devil if she let him. He’d be anything for her. The fucking halo on her head. He doesn’t care as long as he’s hers. 

“You shouldn’t be mixed up in this,” she says.

“Too bad,” he replies without missing a beat. “‘Cos I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. It’s you and me.”

She cups his jaw finally, resting her forehead against his chin. “Thank you for getting me out.”

“I was never gonna leave you, Fran. Never.” He kisses her forehead and then cradles her head against his shoulder, snuggling in this cramped, unknown space while the engine whirs beneath them. And he’s still terrified, but he’s not floating untethered anymore. She’s here, and it has to be enough until they figure out what comes next. 

“Never,” he repeats, just to be sure she knows it.

[grey-sides]

Even thought it was beautiful just like everything you write 💕💕💕, my heart needs healing after the one sided Harringrove drabble 😭😭😭. Would you be open to a tiny little both boys are nervous to confess their feelings only to find out the other feels the same way?

tapes up your heart with duct tape Here you go! This is longer than any drabble I've fulfilled thus far haha, so so much for tiny! This is also a ton of Robin meddling so I hope in addition to it being fluffy for the boys, it's also kind of silly on behalf of Robin. I hope you enjoy!!

Robin is laying on her back with her head hanging off Steve’s bed, trying to do her eyeliner. She keeps poking herself in the eye and Steve keeps gesturing to his desk which might be easier to use. But she says stabbing herself makes it look more punk. She also says that Steve looks sillier like this and she wants to see him at his maximum silliness. 

“He doesn’t like me, Robin!” Steve insists, adding a final spritz of hairspray on the top of his head. He’s kind of gotten away from the three perfect sprays since his hair basically touches his shoulders now, at the back. 

“He does. Steve, I am a lesbian so that means I’m smarter and better at knowing these things than you are,” Robin retorts, pulling her eyelinger pencil away from her face. “You should just tell him.”

Steve turns to her, slamming his hairspray can on his dresser. “No! I’ve already told you, I’m not going to say anything to him because I don’t want to risk our friendship.”

“You risked our friendship by telling me and what happened? Nothing. Maybe, we even became better friends because of it!”

Steve sighs and he fights the urge to run his fingers through his hair because he literally just got finished doing it. “I know that but this is…this is way bigger stakes, Robs. I don’t just have a crush on him, I have like…a megacrush on him. I want to make him french toast in the morning and cut up fresh strawberries for him! Not use jam or the canned pie filling! Actual, fresh strawberries that I would slice by hand!”

Robin sits up and snorts at him before bursting out into full blown laughter. “Steve Harrington, you are the most dramatic person I know. You should tell him because he feels the same way and not telling him is torture for you both.”

Steve makes a bunch of gestures with his hands before finally dropping them with a resounding smack on his thighs. The doorbell rings a moment later and Steve grabs his jacket off the back of his desk chair. “No and don’t you say anything either because we’re just going to a movie, we’re not ruining Steve’s life.”

Robin follows him out of the room, chuckling the whole way. Apparently, this was a job for Robin Buckley, amateur matchmaker. 

***

Robin and Billy don’t hang out as much as she hangs out with Steve, but she still knows he has a massive crush on Steve. Because she’s seen him primping for a date while she hangs around to have a girls’ night with Jane, Max, Erica, and Nancy. And she’s seen him get ready to hang out with Steve and it’s the exact same pattern.

And Billy’s been going on less dates. Just in general since he got out of the hospital, but even before that. When he had a tentative truce with Steve going on and would visit Scoops occasionally. Robin would sit in the back with her whiteboard and doodle them kissing in the corner until Steve came back. It’s cute. 

But Billy is also adamant about not telling Steve. Though, his reasons are a bit more grounded in reality.

“People like us could be killed, Robin, if we’re not careful,” Billy insists and he turns around to stare at his ass in the mirror again. 

“Billy, William, disaster gay, I know this, but we could also be killed because we know government secrets so maybe live a little,” she tells him. She’s sitting on his bed now but she’s not doing anything. Max and Jane are making popcorn while they wait for Erica and Nancy. 

Billy turns to her and holds both fingers out, shaking his head. “No. I’m not risking it. Especially because Steve could react badly and that would be a disaster.”

“Billy, he talked about Bruce Springsteen for forty-five minutes yesterday. His music is not good enough to justify that level of worship, he’s just obsessed with the guy’s sweaty chest!”

“No. End of story. Don’t test my limits,” Billy snaps as he walks out of the bedroom. He’s hanging with Steve and Jonathan tonight. They’re probably all going to get high. Robin is only minorly jealous. But she gets to sit next to Nancy, so. 

Robin follows him out of the bedroom and leans against the wall opposite the coat rack as Billy gets ready to leave. “Okay well, life isn’t a movie, so it’s not going to magically work out unless you say something.”

Billy flips her off as he walks backwards out the door and Robin rolls her eyes. Billy might be more dramatic than Steve sometimes, it’s hard to say. She glances at the kitchen for a moment and smirks to herself. Maybe it’s time to use a little Robin magic. 

***

It’s become clear that Billy and Steve won’t ever say anything to the other person without a little nudge in the right direction. And Robin happens to love nudging people or shoving them in the right direction, so she decides to take matters into her own hands. 

It’s a slow day at Family Video because Tuesdays are always slow. Their busiest days are Fridays and Sundays because people check out on Friday and return on Sunday. But slow days means she can do her homework at the counter while Steve goes in the back to rewind the tapes. It also means that she can steal Steve’s keys from under the counter for just a few minutes. She calls to tell him she’s taking out the trash. 

Robin had tried to impress a car girl once, it’s honestly time well spent. Just a quick pinch or two and her setup will be perfect. Steve can’t resist Billy looking into his car and Billy will probably crack under the slightest bit of pressure. She’s going to buy a bag of popcorn on her way out.

When Keith shows up to close up for the night and do the drawers, Robin tosses Steve his keys with a smile. She does buy herself a bag of popcorn and slings her book bag over her shoulder to walk out to his car. It’s still a little light out, which is perfect for what they need. 

Steve gets into the driver’s seat and Robin is trying to suppress a smile. He turns the key and she hopes he’s not looking over. It stalls. He waits a moment and tries again. Another stall. Steve curses and tries for a third time before laying his head on the steering wheel. 

“Oh my god,” he mutters and shoves his way out of the car. Robin follows a little more sedately, making gesturing motions at the car like she might be of some help. Steve doesn’t know she knows anything about cars. 

Steve gets on the phone, begging Billy to come take a look at it and if nothing else, drive Robin home while Steve waits for a tow. Billy promises to be there soon, step one- complete. 

They wait outside, leaning on Steve’s bumper while Billy’s new Stingray pulls into the lot. It looks like something James Bond would own but Robin knows Steve practically drools over it. For a guy who can barely change a tire, he seems to love Billy’s car. 

Billy gets out and Steve pops the hood, waving his hands around as he explains the issue. Billy’s leaning over the engine and his torso looks long and lean. Steve keeps talking in circles, getting distracted, step two- complete.

Robin pulls out her bag of popcorn and peels it open, taking a handful. She leans against Billy’s car and watches them argue, it’s getting dark fast. Her pocket is a little heavy. Step three- nearly there. 

It really is like watching a movie because Billy asks Steve to stop talking and Steve tells him he has a flashlight in the car, just let him go get it. Then Billy snags Steve’s polo and points at his engine, demanding to know if he has any enemies and Steve goes pale because that can only mean one thing. 

Robin slides a spark plug out of her pocket and tosses it in the air, catching it a couple times. 

“Billy, oh my god, what if it’s the government?” Steve asks desperately, tugging on his hair. “What if I said something and now they’re out to get me? Oh shit. Shit. Shit.”

Billy sighs, long-suffering and smooths his hands over Steve’s shoulders, shaking his head. “Stevie, it’s not the government. It’s probably just some punk kids playing a prank on you or-” he looks over at Robin and she’s caught. Step four- check and mate.

“Or it’s an asshole that goes by the name Robin.”

“Robin?” Steve asks, furrowing his brow. “What?”

Billy stalks over and holds out his hand. “Spark plugs. Now.”

Robin holds one up, dangling it over his palm. “You get one now and one when you…confess.”

“Now,” Billy repeats. 

“Robin?” Steve asks again, sounding lost and confused. 

“Steve, confess and you can have your spark plugs back!” Robin tells him, wiggling the one in her fingers around. “I’m tired of dancing around this.”

“Confess what?” Steve tries, but his voice has gone a little high and nervous like it can where Billy’s concerned. 

“Confess.”

“Fuck! Fine! Steve, I have a massive, gay, stupid crush on you, okay? Robin, give me the spark plugs.” Billy thrusts his hand out again, impatient. His temper is so easy to manipulate.

Robin drops both of them into his hand with a ‘thank you’ and an emphatic look at Steve.

Steve’s jaw is hanging wide open and he looks at Billy as he stalks back over to shove the plugs back in. “Are you serious?”

Billy fixes him with a mutinous glare. “Yes. And if you say shit about it, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Steve waits until Billy has the hood slammed shut before he reaches out to curl his fingers around Billy’s wrist. “Can I say that I feel the same way or will that also get me killed?”

Billy’s eyes go wide too and his expression softens. He looks vulnerable, Robin eats another handful of popcorn. Way better than any romance movie on the shelves right now. “You for real?” Billy whispers. 

“Yes,” Steve murmurs, nodding quickly. “Serious as a heart attack.”

“Kiss!” Robin shouts, tossing popcorn kernels at them. 

They bang their noses together in the first lean-in, but get it right after that and Robin’s not even mad that she doesn’t get home until well after dark. 

[slasherbastard]

Ass or Tits w/ The Slashers + Jennifer Check

Warning: Light NSFW warning Word count: 910 Notes: Hi hello I’m finally back after a whole month (?) and I nearly have 200 new followers what the hell thank you

Prefers ass

Michael Myers (OG)

- He honestly doesn't care too much but sometimes when you bend down to pick something up his eyes will just follow your ass

- Michael isn't one to ask about trying new things, he'll just act on his urges without your knowledge

- When the two of you are sitting together he'll just pull you onto his lap and hold you in place

- If you bring it up he'll try to deny it but that won't stop him from continuing to do it, especially if you tell him that you like it

Bo Sinclair

- This man loves himself some ass, especially grabbing yours and catching you off guard

- He loves seeing you walking around in tight or short pants (or knowing him, no pants at all) when his brothers aren't around

- Speaking of his brothers, Bo has a thing for smacking your ass or grabbing it around his brothers or any "guests" in general

- When he does spank you he loves the rubbing your ass part more than the spanking part

Jason Voorhees

- First off all, Jason's a gentleman and he's not going to grope you unless you're comfortable with it

- When you are comfy, Jason loves squeezing your ass and just holding you against him especially after long days

- He'll shyly initiate contact by gently pulling you into him and feeling your ass against him

- He just loves feeling your body against his in general, no matter if you're in or outside the bedroom

Bubba Sawyer

- If we're being completely honest here, Bubba isn't just about ass - he wants the whole menu

- From ass to hips to thighs - He's the type to take whatever he can get and he doesn't care if you're on the smaller side

- He loves to grip your hips when you're sitting on his lap or riding him, also loves taking you with your ass in the air

- Sometimes he'll come up behind you and slap your ass if nobody's around

Prefers tits

Vincent Sinclair

- Vince is a shy guy but loves he himself some boobies, he gets distracted VERY easily whenever you're around

- Size doesn't matter, if you don't have any boobs then he doesn't care, he loves your chest

- Has either thought about wax play or he's already tried it out, the thought of wax on your boobs turns him on to the max

- Would probably motorboat you if he wasn't so embarrassed - and didn't prefer to wear his mask

Brahms Heelshire

- A respectable lad (well, most of the time) who enjoys himself a nice pair of titties

- Brahms will try to use your boobs as a pillow and yes he goes in face first

- He likes sneaking up behind you while you're doing chores and just snaking his arms around you and up to your chest

- Has a thing for sucking on your boobs during sex, ok mr mommy issues

Jennifer Check

- Jennifer is a very handsy and affectionate person, she loves all of you but your boobs are her absolute weakness

- She loves kissing and leaving bite marks all over them (in a more "loving" than territorial way)

- If you both wear the same sized clothing, she'll happily offer you clothes that help you show off your assets

- And yes, she'll eat any boy who's eyeing you a little too much or harassing you

Billy Loomis

- Billy is the type who won't even try to hide the fact that he likes your breasts

- Sometimes he'll catch his eyes drifting down to your chest mid conversation and he'll just let you catch him staring

- He's a gentleman most of the time, he will beat up or kill anybody who he catches staring at your chest since that's his job

- Billy doesn't care if you have big or small boobs, he'll bury his face in your chest whenever the two of you are cuddling

Prefers both/can't choose

Billy Lenz

- Asking Billy to choose between ass or boobs is like asking someone to choose between oxygen or water

- This horny thing of a man simply cannot live without ass and boobs

- He goes absolutely feral seeing you in literally anything that even slightly shows off your figure

- Billy's logic is something along the lines of 'If he can fuck it, he wants it'

Stu Macher

- Stu is in the same boat as Billy (Lenz) only less. . .hornier?

- He'll just stare in amazement at your boobs or ass and like Billy (Loomis), he won't even try to hide it

- Seriously, your ass could definitely hypnotise him

- If he catches someone checking you out he gets jealous and grabs onto what's his

Freddy Krueger

- Loves both but if he had to choose only one he'd go for boobs

- He loves running his blades up and down your breasts softly

- Also has a thing for slapping your ass (ungloved) and will spank it if he sees you bend over to pick something up

- And yes, he has dropped things "accidentally" just so you'll bend down, he's an ass like that

Thomas Hewitt

- Tommy comes off as really shy but boy oh boy that goes out the window whenever he's with you

- He pretty much worships all of you and will leave no piece of you untouched

- Thomas loves seeing you in tight clothes and will try to hint at the bedroom if neither of you are busy

- Tommy also has a thing for nibbling on your skin (he's a cannibal are we surprised)

[urcuteharrington]

hi, I just saw your post asking for some requests. Maybe if you can do a Steve angst but with a little bit of fluff? 💛💛

forgotten?☁️🕊

summary-steve seemed to have forgotten you when nancy came into the picture

word count-1.8k

warnings-fighting and cursing

a/n-i really hope you guys enjoyed this because it took me so long to write but i appreciate you all and i’m so glad to be back 🤍

masterlist

huge thanks to @angsty-plots for giving me ideas for new angst plots<3

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steve and i were good friends that was until he started dating nancy wheeler. it use to be steve and i doing everything together hanging out at each others houses, long car rides , going to tommy’s parties , and now he forgot all about me. i knew steve had a crush on ever since the beginning... i saw the way he looked at her when she would walk past him , i saw the sparkle in his eyes when he talked about her or whenever she was around. it use to be steve, tommy, carol, and i hanging out at lunch everyday but i was soon replaced when steve asked nancy to go to his house for a hangout with carol and tommy since his parents were out of town. that night he only invited me out of pity and i saw the subtitle flirting between the two and it made me sick. i walked barb that night to the bathroom after she sliced her thumb trying to open a beer can.” i know steve has gauze and bandages somewhere here ill look just keep your hand under the water” i tell her. that night i saw nancy and steve go into his room and i knew what was going to happen and i couldn’t bare being their for it. I said my goodbye to barb wishing her a safe ride home and went on my way. remembering that night i cried my heart out wondering why steve never expressed interest in me.

That was months ago now it’s around october and it was tommy’s halloween bash. i wasn’t going to go but i decided that it was better than sitting at home doing nothing. i knew i was going to see steve their with nancy but i still went even if it was going to hurt seeing my best friend who forgot i even existed. I go dressed up as (whatever you want) and grab my keys getting ready to head off to the party. pulling up to the house i already see drunk teens walking around with their heels in hand or wobbling around. i walk in and head over to the kitchen and try to grab a drink of spiked punch. while pouring i look over and see them... steve and nancy dancing to the beat of the music. a sudden wave of sadness hit and i decided to take a sip of the punch feeling the alcohol run down my throat.

minutes pass and i decided to stay in the kitchen since i felt like it was my best bet to not run into them while on the dance floor. watching the drunken teens flirting and stumbling their words amused on how quickly the punch could get someone drunk.then i saw her , the girl who stole my best friend from me and the boy i loved. nancy walked into the kitchen and grabbed more cups of the spiked punch , one after another i was able to see her get completely shitfaced in the ,mater of only a few minutes. steve came looking for nancy and they got into a fight and i watched intensely. watching as the punch spilled all over her while sweater my mouth opened a jar shocked at how messy everything was getting. watching her and steve storm over to the bathroom. moments later i move to the living room near the front door and suddenly get shouldered by steve who seemed furious and watching jonathan rush to the bathroom. i decided to stay a little longer since the party was still going strong.

a few days later i noticed that steve and nancy were slowly falling out since he wasn’t visiting her at school anymore and her and jonathan seemed to have gotten closer. they seemed to be done and whatever was said in that bathroom must have been bad. i decided to go to steve’s house and check up on him, even if we weren’t friends anymore i didnt want to see him go through something like a breakup alone. knocking on his front door i waited anxiously wondering if i was making the wrong choice. “ hey how can i- oh hi y/n. i didnt uh expect you to be here?” steve says opening the door confused. “ i know steve but i wanted to talk to you” i say as he walks me to his room to talk.” hey i was actually gonna go out and apologize to nancy so if you can come and help me pick something out for her” my heart sank i haven’t talked to him in months and he already brought her up. not a hey how are you or a i miss you nothing its always about her i think to myself. “ oh i actually came to talk to you about something “ “ shoot” he says.” why did you stop talking to me” silence filled the room 1...2...3 minutes passed waiting for him to say something anything” steve you left me for nancy and i dont get what i did for you to sto talking to me. i understand shes your girlfriend but shit i didnt think you’d completely forget about me” i say standing up from his bed looking at him with sadness in my eyes.” i-i thought you didn’t want to hang out with us anymore y/n i didnt notice at first i i’m so sorry” he says guilt in his voice.” i feel like i lost the only person i truly cared about and and you were my friend and now you don’t even look my way steve how could you not notice me not being their... how did you not notice me not their at your basketball games cheering you on or the long car rides we would have just blasting music or going to tommy’s parties and taking turns getting shit faced. tell me steve is it me was i just not who you wanted to be around anymore was she my replacement because i saw it since the beginning” chocking on my words i hold back my tears. i didnt want to cry but eventually it fell and my vision blurred with tears.” y/n i never ment to make you feel that way and i am so sorry i guess i just got so caught up in nancy and i didnt notice you slowly leave and i i just feel terrible “ steve looked at me finally realizing how much he affected me and how much pain he caused me. “steve if you didnt want to be friends anymore you could have just told me you really hurt me” i say to him not daring to look him in the eyes.”i-i” is all he could say” you know what steve a simple hey i dont think we should be friends anymore its not your fault i just think we should go our own ways would have been nice” i say to him walking past him” you know thanks for being my friend for so many years but i cant be friends with someone who doesn’t give two shits about me anymore” i say as i walk out the door and walk back home since it was only a few houses down.steve not moving just in shock realizing that he was the reason why he lost his best friend.

days past and steve found out that nancy liked jonathan and accepted it telling her its okay and like that they broke up. driving around i felt a wave of sadness hit when the song steve and i would listen to while blasting music. tears spill down my face as i drive home. once i make it home i calm myself down and wash up when i suddenly hear the doorbell go off. walking over i open the door seeing the infamous billy hargrove “ hey their doll face i was wondering if you’ve seen my little sister max i know that you tutor some of her friends so i was wondering if you could help me figure out where the byers house is” he says licking his lips seductively “ yeah i could take you their and help you look for your little sister just let me grab my stuff “ i say looking at him.” after getting to the byers house i stay in the car until i see steve walk out confused at why he is their. everything happened so fast punches were thrown and now i’m driving the kids to this random area in hawkins. steve wakes up and sees me driving confused at how he ended up in this situation. getting to the destination steve and i talk while the kids grab everything. in the car they explained everything that happened in thus far with el , will, the upsidown , and etc. “ we broke up” steve says looking at me “ what why are you okay” even if we weren’t close anymore i didnt want him to feel like he had no one. “ she likes jonathan and the night of the party she called our relationship bullshit and i accepted it since i-“ dustin cuts him off by yelling at him how we didnt have enough time.

getting the kids out of the tunnels one by one steve was just about to help me up when he grabbed onto me tightly in a protective matter when the demo dogs ran toward us. watching as they ran past us he told me” i lost you once and i’m not gonna lose you again”getting out of the tunnels i was able to fully process everything that happened and once el closed the gate and steve and i were finally alone he broke the silence “ i love you y/n i never ment to hurt you and i’m sorry.” speechless i sit their “ steve i know you loved nan-“ he cuts me off “ after our first fight i knew she loved jonathan and i guess i couldn’t believe it till she called our relationship bullshit and i love you so much y/n and it was stupid of me to not tell you earlier” “ i love you too steve but what you did hurt me i mean you completely forgot about me” “ i know y/n but could you give me a second chance i’ll make it up to you... could i take you on a date and patch everything up” i really didn’t want to forgive him but i couldn’t just abandon him because i needed him i loved him and he loved me “ i would love that steve “ i say looking at him with love in my eyes and a smile plastered on my face.

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Tell Me No Secrets: Chapter 9

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader X Billy Hargrove

Begins in Season 2.

Summary: You thought you escaped the world of science experiments and torture when you walk out of that lab. However, high school has other plans, somehow you end up as unlikely friends and love interests to the two most desired boys in school. Not to mention monsters from another dimension and a little girl named El from your past that just won’t seem to leave you alone. Maybe that lab wasn’t as bad as you thought, at least there people left you alone.

Masterlist

Chapter 9: The Captured

The trees are a blur as the car roars forward. The bewildered and angry faces of Dustin and Steve in the rearview mirror sparks a twinge of guilt. It’s better this way though, they don’t need to be involved. It’s bad enough that Max and Billy are involved. Groaning as the two men in the car pull out behind Billy but in front of Steve. You can feel how startled Steve is and his growing panic as he realizes what’s happening. 

Billy glances behind him and growls out, “Friends of yours?” 

“Something like that…” you say absentmindedly as you assess the situation behind you. 

Realizing that they have far more information than you would like punches you in the gut as town quickly approaches. 

You make a decision.

“Pull over.”

The order hangs in the air. 

“Are you crazy?!” Max yells, pulling herself forward in the seat, “They’ll catch you!”

“That’s the point,” you say emotionlessly as you regard her. 

“No!”

“What is going on here!?” Billy yells angrily beside you.

“They’re going to take her!” Max screams turning to Billy, “You can’t stop! She’s going to give herself up to save us!”

“Fuck that,” Billy says as he revs the engine and makes an abrupt turn to the right. The car behind you all skids but makes the turn at the last minute. 

“You need to let me do this,” you say calmly. 

“Like Hell I do!” he says rage in his voice. 

You huff in annoyance, “They will succeed, if not today, someday.”

“Then it’s not going to be today,” Billy says, taking another abrupt turn trying to throw them off your trail. 

“You need to let me do this,” you say matter of factly.

The alleyway you find yourselves in is a dead end. Billy curses and slams his hands on the steering wheel as you get out of the car. 

“No!” Max yells as you exit the car, Billy reaching for you a moment too late. 

You turn to the men, each of them pointing a gun at you. Steve pulls up behind them a moment later and grabs his bat from the back seat. 

“Steve… Don’t…” you murmur tiredly. 

“They can’t have you!” Steve yells.

“It’s okay…” you soothe them.

“So you’re coming quietly?” questions one of the men. 

“Yes.”

“Good choice,” the other murmurs as he pulls the trigger. 

The panic from those around you is palpable as you fall to the floor the dart sticking out of your neck. Steve and Billy make to run towards you before they turn to the men and to rush them. 

With the last of your strength your message echoes in their minds, “Don’t forget…”

***

Horror fills them as they watch her fall to the ground. Her eyes roll back into her head and everything goes silent before the rush of rage brings everyone snapping back to reality. Billy pulls back and punches the nearest man as a tranquilizer dart flies towards him. Steve falls next his bat rolling uselessly to the side. Max and Dustin panic and scream as they rush to Steve and Billy. 

Max whips around in just enough time to see the two men haul her up and throw her limp body in the back seat of the car. Methodically, as if kidnapping is second nature to these monsters, they move Steve’s car. Dustin is struggling to pull Steve out of the way. 

Max cries out in sadness, feeling helpless, as her friend vanished from sight around the bend. She’s left with her unconscious brother and a panicking Dustin.

“What do we do!?” Yells Dustin snapping Max from her shock.

“I don’t know!” She yells back, anger masking her fear. 

“We have to do something!” Dustin yells as he paces back and forth. He would periodically rake his fingers through his hair. 

“Like what!?” Max screeches back fists flying to her side in rage and frustration.

With no small amount of effort the two preteens drag their older and heavier brother figures into Billy’s car. The two young men are slumped together unceremoniously in the back seat as Max takes the wheel of Billy’s car. 

“Are you sure about this?” Dustin asks, hesitation clear in his voice. The memory of the last time Max drove clear in his mind.

“Zoomer. Remember?,” She says pointing at herself in confidence, “Besides, you didn’t die last time,” she says flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“It was dark last time! No one was on the road! It’s the middle of the morning!” Dustin argues crossing his arms.

“Stop being such a baby! It’ll be fine!” She exclaims, frustration seeping into her voice. 

With that, she starts up the car and nervously pulls out onto the road. Slowly the preteens make their way to the police station. Not without many near misses and loud honks of other drivers. 

The preteens jump from the vehicle and rush into the police station yelling for Hopper as they do so.

“What are you two doing here? Why aren’t you in school?” Hopper asks in bewilderment coming out of his office. The receptionist unable to control the duo before her. 

“They took (Name)!” Both Max and Dustin yell in a panic turning towards the confused chief of police. 

***

When you wake up you are strapped to a chair with a helmet over your head. Your head is completely silent for the first time in your life, and if you weren’t concerned with figuring a way out of this, you would be enjoying it more. The room is dark save for the single fluorescent light in the very center of the room. There are one-way windows on one side of the room and you can practically feel the eyes of the people on the other side. 

A man that you recognize from your childhood enters the room and regards you as a science experiment. He’s wearing a brown suit with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He hasn’t changed much except for the now graying hair on his balding head. 

“Three… How have you been? You are quite the sneaky little thing aren’t you?” he asks conversationally as he sits down across from you at the table.

Your answer is an emotionless gaze. You can feel yourself retreating back into your mind as the man in front of you regards you the same way as so many years ago. Like an experiment, as if you are less than him. 

“Where have you been hiding all this time, hmmm? With Melanie Snow perhaps?” he quips pulling the cigarette from his lips. The smell burns your nostrils as he releases a puff of smoke. 

You feel your chest constrict as he mentions her name. 

“I see you’ve made friends with a Steve Harrington? A Dustin Henderson? A Maxine Mayfield? A William Hargrove?”

“They aren’t my friends, they are annoyances,” you answer monotonously. 

“Annoyances?” he sounds almost amused.

“Yes… If it wasn’t for them your lackeys would be dead,” you spit the words at the man fire in your eyes as you regard him coolly. 

“Dead, you say? You would do that?” he asks leaning forward on his elbows.

“I’m not a child anymore,” your voice is ice.

“No… I suppose not… However, we will be picking up where we left off. Perhaps we will see the results that we want after all this time.”

With that, he gets up and leaves the room. You keep your mind calm and clear as you access the situation you are in. 

It’s not long before a couple of men in white come into the room and push you from the chair. Their handling is far rougher than it should be as you walk down the hallway. You can hear the cries of a few children, but you keep your face void of any emotion. The room they take you to is the same one from your childhood. You see the number three on the wall and suppress a shudder. You are shoved inside, but before the door is shut you turn to the man behind you and lock eyes with him. 

“You know… cheating on your wife when she’s pregnant with your child is disgusting.”

The look on his face as the door closes is priceless.

***

“We have to help her!” yells Dustin as he paces the living room floor of (Name)’s house.

“Can Elle find her?” questions Steve his hand in his hair as he sits on the couch. 

“Damnit!” curses Billy as he punches the arm of the chair he’s in, “What good is this?” 

Steve and Billy had woken up in a panic upon realizing what happened. They had given their statement to Hopper, who had been very displeased that Max had driven to the police station while the boys were unconscious, but that’s a talk for another day. They went to break the news to Melanie which is how they found themselves setting up camp in the Snow living room. 

“Hey just calm down man! We’re going to figure something out!” Clenching his teeth against the pain in his head. The tranquilizer making his head pound with the leftover drugs still coursing through him. 

“Well, what can this Elle girl do?” he rounds on him anger radiating off of his person.

“More than you!” yells Dustin.

“Hey! Yelling about everything isn’t going to solve this!” yells Max. 

“She’s right…” laments Melanie, “She’s going to have to get herself out of this.”

“But Elle can-” Dustin begins.

“She would be putting herself in danger!” Hopper interrupts, “You don’t know how they found her, they could do the same to Elle.”

“We can’t just do nothing!” yells Billy as he stands up from his seat and takes a step towards Hopper. 

“I’m not risking Elle being found. That doesn’t mean we aren’t going to do anything.” Hopper holds his stare until Billy backs down. 

“Why do you care anyway?” Dustin asks looking over at Billy in confusion.

“Why do I-?” he looks angrily at Dustin, “Because-” He trails off looking unsure of himself for just a moment before his anger covers it up. “None of your business twerp!” 

“Will everyone just calm down?” Yells Hopper trying to maintain peace. 

“How?! How are we supposed to do that?” Asks Dustin shaking his head in frustration.

“Can someone just do something?!” screeches Melanie before she collapses to the floor crying. 

Everyone is silent as they regard her, each of them thinking the same thing...

‘But what can we do?’

***

The next few days you sit quietly in your old room listening. Your powers while not entirely snuffed out are muffled and it isn’t long until the helmet is replaced with another stronger one. You don’t mind as much they think you do as you feign sleep all the while listening. 

It’s in sleep that you feel him though. He’s frantic and angry and feels very alone. 

You can’t blame yourself for this. You say calmly regarding him. 

His eyes widen when he sees you sitting there on his bed. 

“You got out?!” he says getting up and coming towards you.

No… I am still there…

“How are you able to…?”

We have a connection Billy… Perhaps it’s our emotions that bind us… We understand hurt better than most…

“You let them take you!” he explodes, “You could have fought them! We could have fought them! Max is… Max is really upset! And damn Harrington! He- Damn it!” He yells angrily picking up a can of hairspray and throwing it against the wall.

It had to happen…

“No, it didn’t! I could have… done something... protected you…” He sits down on the bed defeated, his elbows resting on his knees.

You’re silent for a moment, ‘There are bigger things at play than you understand. They would not stop and I had to think of more than just myself…’

“Bullshit.”

Tell them not to worry… 

“Not to worry?!” he yells, “You’ve been captured by some freak show scientists, and no one is supposed to worry?!” he jumps up from the bed and towers over you breathing heavily in his rage.

You regard him silently with the same patience that you always have. 

Trust me…

With that, you vanish from his mind. Blinking you are abruptly woken up by the sound of a little metal flap swinging as food is shoved into your cell. You sigh as you glare at the hard bread and porridge that is sitting in the bowl. It’s important that you keep your strength up though it’s imperative to your plan. You pick up the tray and begin to eat.

***

“What do you mean you saw her?” Steve asks, disbelief clear in his voice. He hadn’t been sure what to think when Billy asked to meet him behind the school, but this wasn’t what he expected. 

“I told you! I saw her okay?! I don’t get it either!” Billy yells all while trying to keep his voice down. He doesn’t need anyone seeing him and Harrington talking behind the school, too many questions. 

“But why did you see her and not me? I’m her friend!” Steve says defensively and maybe a little jealously. Why were you talking to Billy and not him?

“I’m her friend too! You aren’t the only one!” 

“Yeah right! What have you ever done for her huh?” 

“She-” Billy looks away from Steve. He can’t know…

“She what?” Steve presses, voice going lower in a warning. 

“None of your business! Look, I just wanted to know if that makes any sense to you!”

“I mean… she’s special… you know…” Steve says uncertainty clear in his voice. 

“Yeah, I know she is…” Billy says remembering the day you casually told him you were going to help him.

“So what do we do?” Steve asks.

“She said to trust her…” Billy says trailing off in thought. 

“If she contacts you again see if she knows where she is. We’re going to get her back,” Steve says with finality. “Truce?” he asks holding his hand out to Billy. 

Billy regards it for a moment before he nods, “Truce.”

The two young men clasp hands in a firm handshake, both trying to have a tighter grip as they shake on it. 

“What are you trying to do? Break my hand?!” Steve yells.

“You’re such a wuss Harrington!” Billy laughs as he pulls back.

“Wuss?! You face a Demogorgon and tell me who the wuss is!”

“What the fuck is a Demogorgon?” 

“You have a lot to learn Hargrove. A lot.”

***

You feel yourself growing stronger every day. And among the quiet in your mind, you’ve noticed something else. You can tap into emotions and you spend the next few days wreaking havoc on the workers of the lab. You cause anger outbursts, crying spells, and lust to run rampant. Papers are thrown to the floor in a rage and balled up in fits of uncertainty. You plant lies in their minds with the simplest of sentences. If you didn’t know any better you would say you’re having fun. 

“It seems we’ve underestimated you…” Carl Watt says from his position in front of you. He adjusts the button on his ugly suit jacket as he sits down before you.

You just regard him blankly as silence rings throughout the room.

“You have caused quite a few problems for us. Are you having fun?” he asks patiently as if speaking to his six-year-old daughter who made a mess in the kitchen. 

You gaze down at the steel table in front of you, eyes unseeing as you creep in his mind. 

“If you don’t cooperate there will be consequences.”

Again you are silent at his threat. 

“After all we wouldn’t want anything to happen to your friends would we?”

You fight the reaction. The flinch. The twitch. The way your mind screams at the man before you in rage. You give him nothing as you continue to gaze down at the table, the silence stretching long and cold in the sterile room. 

“You think you’re fooling anyone? Teenage girls are so easy. You all have the same weakness. Emotions. Boys. Attention. You are not nearly as complex as you believe you are.”

You finally raise your head to look squarely in his eyes, your own void of any emotion as you regard him. 

“You think you’re fooling anyone?” You mimic, “Men are so easy. You all have the same weakness. Power. Lust. Control. You are not nearly as complex as you believe you are.”

Carl looks enraged as his fist flies onto the table. Instead of flinching as he wanted, you merely tilt your head to one side and regard him in boredom. 

“And you said teenage girls are emotional. You should really have better control than that,” you say calmly. 

“Get her out of here,” he says through clenched teeth. 

Walking back to your cell you sense it suddenly. A tickle in your mind. You snap your head to the side and hear it plain as day.

They know.

They found it.

The door. The door. The door!

There is panic in the words and in the mind. 

He’s fourteen with dark hair and wild green eyes. You remember him vaguely from when you were here before. 

Show!

You collapse as the boy enters your mind and you are thrown into a dream. 

Billy is in a car accident. He’s pulled into a void. The screams are too much. 

You try to pull away from him. To break away from his hold on you. 

Bait.

The creature that fills the sky is terrifying. Black and everywhere. It fills your mind and you know in your heart that this isn’t over. That the Upside Down is beating at the door. 

Wait…

You gasp as you are thrown back into your head. The haunted green eyes of the boy down the hall filling your vision. 

“Get up!” yells the guard. 

You are kicked roughly in the side as you double over again. The other reaches down and grabs your hair dragging you up to your feet. 

“Not so tough without your powers are you?” spits the guard.

You blink and reorient yourself before you wipe the blood from your nose. You can feel him at the edge of your conscience. 

Bad men… bad…

‘Yes…’ you think to him, ‘Bad men…’

Out?

He pauses for a breath as you are thrown back into your cell. 

Out out out???

‘Soon.’

The thought seems to soothe him as his mind quiets and he drifts off to sleep. Vaguely, you wonder if he even knows how to talk. His mind is less fragmented than you originally thought though. You can use that to your advantage. 

 ***

Billy opens his eyes to see you standing before him.

I need you to be ready.

“For what?” he asks instantly alert and sitting up, “Ready for what?”

The moment I expose them…

“What do you need us to do?”

The old base is where I’m being kept. Elle knows where. I will need a distraction in precisely three days’ time. You need to listen very carefully to my instructions. In a glass bottle mix carbon disulfide, phosphorus, and sulfur with a metal lid. This solution is highly flammable if exposed to air.

“What do you want us to do with that?”

I want to burn this place to the ground.

Notes:

I know! Such a long time coming! Concentrating has been difficult even with inspiration for this story! The next chapter will probably be the final chapter for this story, but never fear! I'll begin work on "I'll Tell You No Lies" the sequel to this story set in S3 of Stranger Things! There may be a little short in between this story and that one because I have such affection for this weird triangle between MC, Billy, and Steve. Please drop a comment to tell me your thoughts!

[mediocre--writing]

Will sees Billy kind of like a father/ another parental figure (bcoz fuck lonnie). He has Jonathan of course (and Hopper and Steve), but Billy is the one who teaches him how to play basketball, change a tire, throw a punch, etc. a lot of stuff fathers in the 80’s would generally teach their kids

will has a hard time adjusting to changes in his life.

when his father first left, even though he was a piece of shit, it was weird to lose him. he got so used to the occasional affection that he grew to miss that fatherly figure.

jonathan was still a kid, too. he was dealing with their dad leaving as well, and he didn’t need the responsibility of acting like a dad to will.

joyce was amazing, but she’s a helicopter mom. she’s tactical and confident, but in a mom way, and there’s just some things a woman can’t teach her son as well as a man can (the puberty talk was scarring, to say the least)

bob was kind, bob gave will a chance and didn’t look at him any differently, and will thought that maybe, just maybe he could get a father figure out of him, but we all know what happened with that.

then steve came into their small group, but when and dustin had a very close relationship and steve didn’t care to interact with the other kids.

hopper was kind and amazing, but he didn’t have a super close connection with will. he just wasn’t openly warm and fuzzy and they just didn’t connect.

it shouldn’t have been anyone but lonnie’s responsibility to be will’s dad, but he still wanted someone to fill that hole in his heart, left shattered after the first time lonnie called him gay for crying.

and will wasn’t expecting jack shit out of billy. he was loud and obnoxious and crude and selfish and will wanted nothing to do with the californian.

until the day their av club ran late and, as all the boys were picked up, max and will were the only ones left standing on the steps.

billy’s car was sitting in the high school parking lot, among others, who were staying after for basketball practice or other extra curriuculars.

but jonathan’s car wasn’t there and his mom had the late shift and will wasn’t allowed to ride his bike to school anymore, a stern rule from his mom.

max was waiting on the steps of the middle school since billys practice went until 5:00 and there was still a good ten minutes, plus she didn’t want to leave will alone

when billy eventually came strutting out of the school to his car, 10 minutes later than usual, will was still waiting with max.

“do you need a ride? i can force billy to take you home,” max gave a sheepish smile

“do you think he’ll get mad?”

max shrugged her shoulders in a careless manner before starting to walk down the sidewalk to billy

will followed a step behind and overthought this whole situation. he wasn’t all to sure he wanted to be in a car with the guy who almost ran the party over.

but he had to get home somehow.

“billy, will needs a ride home,” max said, as if there was no room for questioning.

“doesn’t your group ride bikes?”

“i got driven to school today,” wills said, almost inaudibly

billy sighed and took a drag of his cigarette before giving max a glare, then getting into his car, meaning max won the argument.

billy was mean but he’s been left at school because of a careless parent one too many times before getting his liscence.

billy asked only twice which way to go, because he’d only ever driven there from the wheelers, not the school (which was in the opposite direction from the wheelers, but just a mile or two farther than the hargrove-mayfield home)

billy flinched at each rock hit the side of his car as he drove down the bumpy dirt road that led to the byers, cursing at the work he would have to do to clean his car later.

will, who was patiently sat in the back, unbuckled before the car fully stopped an max was getting out, leaning the seat foreward, and letting will go into his house.

billy rolled down the window before will walked in, “hey kid!”

will turned to look at billy cautiously, raising his eyebrows in question

“if you ever need another ride home, i’m expecting you to wash my car after!”

will looked at the car, seeing how muddy the wheels and bottom few inches of the car had gotten compared to the pristine condition of the rest of his car

he nodded and billy rolled up his window, waiting until will got inside before driving away.

max snickered from the passenger seat, “you’re such a softie,”

“am not,”

“i doubt will’s ever washed a car in his life,”

“seriously?” billy raised an eyebrow, glancing over to max

she shrugged, “don’t know,”

two or so months later, billy has developed a routine of driving will home every other tuesday, when joyce and jon are too busy to pick him up.

this one particular tuesday, however, max is home sick, so it’s just going to be the two of them

billy doesn’t see it as being so bad. the av club ends about half an hour before basketball practice does, so will and max usually wait by the car, and when billy walks out, will is looking down at one of his tires

as he gets closer, billy sees that his tire was slashed and completely flat by now, he puffed out a breath angrily as he got closer, and will flinched as he heard billy

“i didn’t do it, i swear, billy—“

“yeah, i know you didn’t do it, kid,”

billy takes a moment to push his anger to that little dark spot in his mind before unlocking his trunk, where he kept a spare tire and car jack

“what’s that?” will asked, referring to the car jack

“what? you’ve never changed a tire before?”

will shook his head no.

billy instructed him to put his bag in the car, then showed will how to position the car jack, then get the car up, then remove and replace the tire.

will’s eyes lit up as he helped billy out the new tire on, never having had a person show him classic-guy things like this. jon just would have called a service or something.

it didn’t end there, though. will started to really enjoy billys company.

he was rough and tough around the edges but very patient with will and understood that he didn’t have much experience in normal life things.

billy even offered to teach will how to shoot a basketball one day when practice was running behind.

it’s not until winter falls into spring that billy teaches will another fantastic life skill.

will comes trudging to the car with max one day in march, head bowed and hoodie covering his face.

billy and max have a silent conversation of ‘what’s up with will’ and ‘don’t ask’

billy doesn’t see it until he’s driving down the road to will’s house and looks in his rear view mirror. there’s a big, blue/red/purple mark on his cheek.

it takes every ounce of power in billy’s body to not track down and kill an 8th grader. but he’s better than that.

as wills getting out of the car to go to his house, billy gets out too, tells max to stay in the car.

“what happened?”

will sighed in defeat, he knew he couldn’t hide it forever, “troy, he’s a dick in my grade and just, hit me today, its not a big deal,”

will looked so dejected at the recap of his day that billy almost hugged him. almost. he had a reputation to upkeep, you know.

“so did you hit him back?”

“i probably would have hurt my hand more than his face if i tried,”

“you don’t know how to punch?”

“do you really think my mom would have taught me how?”

“good point,” billy nodded, taking a moment of silence to think, “are you doing anything this sunday?”

will’s face scrunched up, but he shook his head no. billy had a wicked grin growing on his face.

“perfect. i’m going to teach you how to hit that piece of shit back. i’ll pick you up sunday at one, sound good?”

before will could get a word in, billy was turned around and walking back to the car.

the saturday meet-up wasn’t as bad as wills thought it was gonna be.

billy had picked him up, one on the dot, and driven them out to the old junkyard, bringing a pillow and his toolbox out with him.

he held a pillow to his chest and looked at will. “hit me,”

“what?”

“you wont hurt me, but i brought the pillow so now you especially can’t hurt me, so do it. hit me!”

will gave a weak punch and billy corrected him from there. moved his thumb so he wouldn’t hurt himself, changed the approach, and showed him how to get more power into his hits.

will was a pro by the end of the hour.

“so what’s the toolbox for?” will asked as they were sitting on the hood of a rusty, old car, taking a break

“ahh, the fun part of the afternoon, you mean,”

will raised an eyebrow and watched as billy pulled out a crowbar from the box, handing it to will

“what am i doing with this?”

“hit the car,” billy looked way too excited for this.

when will didn’t move, billy’s shoulders sagged.

“look, it’s therapeutic and these are all dump cars anyway, just start hittin’ it!”

will did, he hit a junky, old, red car as hard as he could and was elated by the huge dent that was pushed in as a result.

“there you go! do it again!” billy encouraged

will did. he hit the car over and over and over.

billy was right, it was therapeutic. every time he had an angry thought, be it about his dad or his bullies, he hit the car and a string that kept him all tied up snapped.

will didn’t even realize he was slowing down until his muscles stopped moving and he had his arms hanging to his sides, crowbar still grasped tightly in his hand.

“feel good?” billy asked, walking closer and taking the crowbar, putting it in the toolbox and locking it, then picking up it and the pillow.

“feels good,” will nodded

billy motioned for will to start walking to where he’d parked the car, only a bit away, so they could go home.

“thank you,” will said as they were driving down the road, music quieter than billy usually played it and a peaceful silence between the two

“what for?”

“doing this... like, manly stuff, i guess. i never knew how to punch or change a tire or play sports before, and it’s been cool hanging out with you,”

will has his whole body turned towards billy (who was peaking glances at him while keeping his eyes on the road).

“i’m glad i can help you out kid. i used to get pushed around a lot, believe it or not, and i wish someone had helped me out and i didn’t have to go it alone, ya know?”

will nodded, glancing out the window and seeing that they were pulling onto his street.

“i’m glad i get to help you out, kid.” billy reached the end of the driveway and parked the car, “let me know if you ever... need a ride to the arcade or something, ok? never be afraid to ask.”

will thanked him again and pushed the door open, going into his house, listening to the camaro’s engine rev after he’d shut the door.

he hadn’t ever had a stable father figure, and he knew billy was too young to be his dad in any sense, but doing things like this made the gap in his heart grow smaller and smaller every day.

because who needs a dad when you’ve got billy hargrove?

[femmeharringrove]

when steve goes into labor early, he finds himself craving his mother's presence in a way he never has before.

he's always loved her, even if she never really loved him. growing up, she always just sort of avoided him - his eyes were so big and open and honest as he toddled about proclaiming his own love for just about everything under the sun - his nonna, the roses growing, and his mama. and she knew she should have loved him. hell, she wanted to love him, but she just couldn't. and since she couldn't love this little being who seemed entirely made up of love, she distanced herself.

and maybe as a child he didn't know, he was gullible enough to believe that she was just busy, just couldn't come play or couldn't help him plant a new flower, but he grew up and he saw everyone else's mother do so much better. and it stung. it did worse than sting, it ached in a way he just couldn't explain. and when he was fourteen he finally broke down and asked her why she didn't love him, and he'd hoped that she'd tell him otherwise but she was drunk and all she could do was break down and cry and ask for his forgiveness. she didn't remember it the next morning but steve's been haunted by the memory ever since, the knowledge that his mother doesn't love him.

of course he always knew his father despised him, there was no question of that. and now that he's having a baby of his own his aversion to the elder Harrington has only worsened. john harrington is a cruel being, he never should have been allowed near ant child, and steve was determined to keep him away from this one no matter what. he's already told the man he won't be allowed in the hospital, but his mother is supposed to be there. but it's the dead of night and the baby is coming early and as much as he cries for her there's no possible way to get her there in time.

still, billy's heart tugs at the way steve whimpers and says "i - i need her." but the thing is, billy knows the infamous misses harrington. and she doesn't deserve to be there when steve gives birth. but he knows exactly who does.

he does feel a little guilty about calling at such a ridiculous hour, but he isn't surprised when joyce answers, soft and groggy.

"hello?"

and billy pauses, because he doesn't know how to word this. he doesn't know how to tell her that steve's hours away from being a father instead of week, that he's crying for someone who doesn't love him, that billy himself is a little terrified. but in the end it just comes out on its own.

"he needs his mom."

and so joyce shows up at four in the morning and steve sobs against her because he's only ever been ready for the theoreticals. this isn't him reading a book on pregnancy, this isn't one of the kind mothers of hawkins sharing their delivery stories. this is steve, his stomach contracting miserably, his back and hips screaming, his heart racing because he's about to be in possession of a tiny little human being who's going to need him for everything. and this is also steve, barely in the third decade of his life, no real plan for his own future, staying up most nights because he's scared of monsters - monsters he'll now have to protect his baby from. and he doesn't know how to put those fears into words so all he can do is cry, and joyce, she gets it, she always does, and so she strokes his hair and soothes his fears as best she can.

and then there's claudia of course, who's been there since steve's first ultrasound, and she never leaves his room for long, not if she can help it. she holds his hand and wipes his tears and steve feels safe. claudia's always called him the older son she never had, and he feels more like steve henderson than steve harrington in those moments.

the kids won't leave either, because of course they won't. eleven and will overheard joyce on the phone the night before and when hopper tries to get them to school they outright beg to stay home because focusing is impossible knowing their honorary neice or nephew could be born at any second. and hop wants to make them go, but ultimately he can't. and once they get the all-clear, they call the others, and the next thing steve knows he's surrounded by a gang of not-quite teenagers looking him over for any problems and loudly expressing their excitement. and it's endearing, because it reminds steve that this kid has a plethora of babysitters at the ready - even if mike tries to act like he doesn't care, which is decidedly false judging from the panic that crosses his face when steve's hit with a nasty contraction.

dustin refuses to go home even as night falls, and max tells susan she's spending the night with eleven - which is true, but they're both staying at the hospital as well, hopper watching them while joyce stays firmly by steve's side.

on his right, as has been the case for the entirety of his pregnancy, is billy. holding his hand, pushing his hair out of his face, comforting and praising him through steve's low whines and pained groans. he doesn't know how many hours he spends pushing but it hurts like nothing else, like his body is being torn from the inside, and he wants it to stop but he needs to keep going. so he does, he grits his teeth and he pushes through everything, and in the end he's rewarded with the first wail of a human being.

and he doesn't cry right away.

not that he can, his body is catching up with that the hell just happened, his breath is still coming in quick, shaky gasps, and he feels like he's only hearing joyce, not listening. nothing feels right until he's given the solid six-pound weight of his baby on his chest. she's so pink, and her cries are subsiding slowly, but steve runs a trembling hand over the top of her head and realizes she's got the same dark fuzz from all of his baby pictures and then it smacks him in the gut.

this baby is his.

and he holds her close and cries because the amount of love in his chest is too much, he hurts with the intensity of it.

nikita rosaline harrington is her name, and billy tears up a little bit because of it. she's a pretty little thing, her nose is tiny and scrunches up whenever billy runs a fingertip down the tiny bridge of it. she's got her father's eyes too, big and brown and curious, billy's never seen anything more precious - or he thinks so, until he watches steve stare at her with the same eyes and nearly has a heart attack at how sweet the two of them are. and he doesn't need to complicate things right now, not when steve's finally catching his breath after months of hardship, but he knows in his heart this is his family. that's his baby, that's his - well, his steve. and he kisses them both on the forehead and promises he'll take care of them. he's not the dick responsible for knocking steve up, but it's an honor to do this, to step in.

to prove he's not like neil. he can be a dad, and a damn good one at that.

and steve, who doesn't even like letting nancy drive the party to the arcade without him being there, he trusts billy wholeheartedly to raise this baby with him. billy doesn't take that lightly.

joyce and claudia spend a good hour fawning over nikita, they've gotten her so many gifts and she ends up in the little cap claudia made and the outfit joyce got. max and eleven are just as thrilled, max kisses her chubby little cheeks and eleven stares at steve in awe for literally creating a life. will talks to her quietly and holds her like he never wants to let go, even though he does in order to let hopper hold niki for a bit.

there's never been a question about who her grandfather is. neil and john are simply unfit, and hopper's been a pseudo-dad to billy and steve, he's the only one who gets the grandfather status. there's a whole mix of emotion on his face as he bounces the cooing baby, telling her how nice it is to finally meet her and how he's gonna enjoy spoiling her rotten. when he finally gives her back to steve, the man has tears in his eyes.

"you did good, kid," he tells steve, runs a heavy hand over his hair before patting billy on the shoulder.

dustin holds her the longest, of course. he quickly comes to adore the fit of his finger in her curled palm, and he tells her about all the things he's going to teach her as she grows up. steve's fondly amused at how easily dustin takes to carrying nikita, in the same way steve got used to dragging dustin around. every time the curly-haired kid remembers to look up at the other people in the room, he gives steve the brightest grin, eyes crinkled with merriment.

"you have the coolest dad ever, niki," he informs her proudly, and steve's finally beyond the need for cool points but it's touching nonetheless.

mike and lucas meet her in the morning, and lucas immediately charms the baby with a little song as he rocks her back and forth. he declares himself the fun uncle, which dustin protests, but steve and billy know lucas is correct. mike is the only one who just knows how to hold a baby, thanks to a baby sister, so he takes nikita from lucas like it's nothing and stares at her little face for a long time. the emotion there isn't something steve can read, but he sees the way mike draws her closer after a moment and smiles.

mike's a protector, even if he likes to act like he doesn't care sometimes. and steve, who's just as protective, knows that niki is beyond safe with him.

when robin meets the baby she nearly screams. but then she remembers how new those little ears are and settles for the biggest grin as she swipes niki from billy and walks about, cooing all sorts of nonsense to her little neice. "she's too cute," she gushes, planting a kiss to the baby's forehead. "i'm taking her home. sorry, dingus." and steve protests, but they both know she isn't about to walk out of there with a baby. robin loves kids, but she doesn't think motherhood is for her.

it's certainly not for everyone. and that thought doesn't occur to steve until his mother shows up, nearly a day after niki is born.

he watches her go to pick nikita up and his heart twists and he wants to reach over and take her back. his hands stay clenched under the blanket as the woman smiles at the baby, then at steve himself.

"you made a cute one, i'm not surprised," she muses, and then she says, "don't you just love her?"

and steve, he can't really respond to that.

billy's his saving grace, picks up on the shift and ends up gently convincing misses harrington to come back another time. when he turns back to steve, the brunette has tears already streaming down his face.

"why couldn't she -?" he tries, but billy doesn't need him to finish that sentence. he moves closer and wraps steve up in his arms and for the first time decides that he hates both harringtons, not just john.

because steve's easily the most loveable soul he's ever stumbled across. he looks at nikita and all he can see is a little steve, and he hates the boy's parents for refusing to love the vulnerable little soul they brought into the world.

[memes-saved-me]

Okay but what if Steve and Billy were high school sweethearts but then drifted away (maybe Billy moved to California?)

And then they see each other again in their 30’s or something

Billy and Steve were that couple, the one people saw going the extra mile and being together forever but life doesn't always work like that. It happens, people drift or forget things and eventually people move away and promise to stay in touch but when you're half way across the country its hard. Its even harder when all you have is postcards and late night phone calls after work.

Thing is they never officially broke up, they just moved on and used life to cope and sometimes life is enough to help you forget that the person you wanted to marry moved away or that they didn't come with you.

No hard feelings or heartbreak, life.

So when there's a shitty high school reunion Billy strolls into town the same as he was 10 years ago, except that early 30s metabolism isn't so friendly to his jawline and his hair is short but his fashion exactly the same.

Steve never left, got married, had a kid and then got a divorce. It didn't even dawn on his how much Billy meant until he saw him by the bar, leather jacket and boots pointing him out amongst the 90s questionable fashion. Not many familiar faces but his.

He hesitates because he heard from Max that he's doing pretty well for himself, runs a small surfing supply chain in Cali and Steve, well he is manager at the super market.

But Billy spots him and rushes over to wrap his arms around him in this confident caring embrace that always knocks him off his feet but it feels so good. The smell, the warmth is so familiar he feels 20 again.

They chat, catch up and its as if he never left and the phonecalls never stopped. They fell right back into where they left off and for the first time in years the both of them enjoyed themselves. Sure life in Cali is great but there's something missing and Steve's favourite thing is being a dad but not a single one.

The end of the night comes and they're left outside of the Hawkins High gym and Steve drags him inside to reminisce but that turns into touching and touching turns into kissing and well you get the idea.

They're woken up the next morning in Steve's 2 bedroom house by knocking at the door and he remembers his daughter his at his for the weekend and leaps out of bed. Tells Billy he can slip out the back if he wants but he's like nah let me meet her I bet she's full of mischief and he stays.

Actually he stays for the whole weekend and when she leaves they're best friends and Steve is the happiest he's been in years until he has to go again. Except this time when he promises he's just going back to California to sort some things out and then he's coming back to make up for lost time he actually means it because not even a week later he's at Steve's doorstep with a suitcase and a smile on his face.

They pick up where they left off

[jaynovz]

The Black Sails Rewatch w/ Bob Commentary (s1 e1-3)

So I’m rewatching Black Sails and I’ve co-opted my spouse into it. I recorded his first impressions/commentary for my own (and hopefully your) amusement. Here are the first three episodes, hope you enjoy!

Ep1:

“Why would the captain of that merchant ship give his crew long barrel muskets instead of pistols? They’re clearly having a lot of trouble holding and aiming them in that tiny room. This is exactly why they specifically have pistols on a ship and not muskets. One is for long range and one is for short range”

“this is why Sea of Thieves is such a silly game. look how many ppl they actually need to crew a galleon. But that’s b/c you don’t respawn in real life”

About the initiation process with “blackbeard”: “honestly this is a very clever idea b/c it builds loyalty and those ppl who just joined from the conquered ship had a traumatic life experience, so give em a little tiddy. Also it encourages new crew members to spend their money on the island

brothel: lol first one’s free”

“Does John Silver himself even know wtf he’s doing”

“I’m betting on Flint for this fight, not only b/c he’s clearly the main char. But b/c Singleton… your face dude. Looks like you’ve lost a lot of fights”

“They named him Singleton b/c he’s in one episode”

“Silver: -after watching Flint beat a man to death- well mark me down as scared and horny”

Eps 2-3: (these got kind of muddled together b/c we watched them in a row and I wrote down the comments afterward)

“Did he just bellyflop off the side? You’d think someone we found on a ship would know how to dive. Dude’s gonna get a broken nose and have to go to the doctor, who will just give him a moist toilette bc it’s 1716”

about Flint: “every time I see him in that head scarf it looks so weird”

Eleanor to Silver: you better be worth it

“Bob: lol he is worth one potato”

about Vane: “sir have you been gargling rocks”

"I like Billy, he's trying so hard"

about Richard Guthrie “you’ve lost a lot of blood, and it’s 1716 so the best we can do is just… tell you that and put a damp towel on it”

about Flint’s requests for shot and cannons: “okay so why are they fretting so much more about the guns? That 1000 rounds of shot is way more expensive than the dozen cannons. Also, those guns couldn’t withstand that amount of shot fired out of them. Each cannon can withstand maybe 75-100 rounds before it needs to be replaced or…. More likely, explodes”

about Jack Rackham losing the 5000 pesos:

“all those pearls are still out in the bay… why don’t you just get a longboat and dive for them. You’re all pirates, you should know how to swim. It’s 15 ft of water dude and your problems are solved”

“These quartermasters are running around trying so hard just to get a WoW raid together like CAN I JUST GET 10 PPL TO SHOW UP. They’re corralling the captains like children lol”

“I don’t like any of Eleanor’s decisions. It’s like her go-to is all in, 0 to 100 and she doesn’t seem to have an accurate feel for her amount of leverage at any given moment. She could have just told Vane’s crew that they’d receive 10% less on their goods if they stayed with Vane instead of blacklisting them b/c that is actually achievable, but she just goes full hog every time”

about Rackham’s sunglasses: “He looks fucking ridiculous in those. Like, he already looked ridiculous b/c the mullet and the side burns but now he looks even worse. This is what you do when you’re trying to pretend you have a small head”

“Max has brass fucking balls”

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More to come! :D

[pondermoniums]

A little post season 3 ficlet (2749 words) featuring some holiday fluff <3 See tags or read on ao3 here ~

• • • •

Billy still feels it. He wishes his muscle memory had died with him, but it just came back with him too.

The things he felt.

The things It felt.

Everything It made him do.

His psychiatrist tries to tell him that his scars are his body claiming his soul back. Billy couldn’t agree. He didn’t like touching the starbursts on his torso because the shiny scar flesh felt tissue-paper thin—not to his fingertips, but underneath. His heart trembled as if he could just push a little too hard, and enter his ribs—

“Hey, the new place opened up off Main Street. You know those new roads they’re building? There’s already a Greek place there. Let’s get a menu.”

Billy frowned at him. Steve Harrington. He’d been at the mall. Billy didn’t remember seeing him…during…but afterward. In the spotty shreds of memory that were all his own, he remembered Steve looking nearly as bad as he felt. The memories swirled together like a circus dream. Steve and…Robin. Her name is Robin…in striped costumes. Steve carried Max away from his body. Robin practically did the same for the girl with a number for a name. All of them glowed with Starcourt neon pink and purple and red.

Steve’s car hummed around them, and fell silent when he turned onto the fresh asphalt of Hawkins’ new road. Steve laughed a little. “Farmer Higgins is probably still fuming. Last thing the mayor did before he got booted out of here was steal land for these businesses.”

“What’s it matter?” Billy exhaled. There were less people in Hawkins to fuel the shady economy anyway.

“Well I can’t speak for your Camaro, but my car doesn’t last long, driving brodies with trees in the way.”

His little sapphire. A dark mixture of humor and apathy seeped into his blood at the memory of Steve Harrington, of all people, slamming into him. He didn’t do it hard enough.

Now he sat in the car Steve drove. Not because the Camaro couldn’t be fixed, but because Billy wasn’t fit to drive yet. Maybe there was something full-circle about it. Or a broken circle; an open-ended thing, like Billy.

“As if you could do a brody.”

Steve smirked. “Thankfully I’ve ruined enough fields for practice.”

And then he pulled right off the road, slipped through a tiny thicket of trees framing the road, and burst upon a dry, yellow field. He turned sharply, throwing Billy against him…until the car locked into a paradox of calm and chaos. The back wheels revolved around them to dig a doughnut in the earth. Steve let the wheel go, and they rocked as the car jerked with the front tires straightening.

Steve looked around them to find the road again and made a mock sound of getting sick. “Glad we didn’t eat first.”

He grinned at Billy, making him realize a smile had stuck on his face like a cramped muscle. He pushed a hand over his mouth, physically melting it off.

The food was good. The flavors shoved their way over his pallet. It was kind of hard to enjoy food now. He ate when his body needed it but he didn’t get the emotional reaction to it—

“I didn’t know we had Greeks in Hawkins,” Steve conversed openly. A small, lost part of Billy remembered Steve calling him out for being mouthy during basketball, but Steve could talk. He wiped his mouth and dug back into his rice plate. “Then again, Robin and Dustin always have something to say about authenticity. Like you spend a day outside of Indiana and you’re worldly.”

“Did you forget where I’m from?” Billy spoke before he meant to. California didn’t seem to matter much any—

“Did you?” Steve tossed back.

Silence fell over their booth while Steve waited. Then he went back to his food when Billy clearly didn’t care about responding.

Over and over again.

Steve picked Billy up.

Hospital.

Food.

Back to Cherry Lane.

Steve talked. Sometimes Billy replied.

Then things began to change. Steve took Billy to the grocery store after Billy’s therapy. Billy had emerged ruddy-eyed liked he smoked a pound of weed, and Steve had merely said, “I’m feeling tacos.”

Only instead of a restaurant, he took them to the store. And then the Harrington house. Billy talked more there.

“No, no, it’s queso fresco.”

“It’s just cheese, though?”

“Jesus, it’s like I’m the one who grew up with farmers. Different rain waters different grass. That makes different cows, which make different milk. Do you know anything about breweries?”

“Do you?” Steve challenged while they made a mess of his kitchen counter. Crumbles of white cheese, lettuce, and other tacos toppings littered the fancy granite.

“I know that breweries stay put. Because the water’s different. They have to have the right water to make the right beer. I haven’t had my favorite lager since I moved here.”

“What’s it taste like?”

Billy told him. Billy told him a lot of things. Steve just…got a rise out of him the way his therapist couldn’t. Then again, Steve never asked about all the things Billy wanted to burn out of his brain.

Then Cherry Lane fell off the list. Billy couldn’t say how exactly he moved into Harrington’s house. Maybe the food flowed into Billy falling asleep, and starting the next day from Steve’s house just happened too many times. Maybe Max used Steve’s pool too many times. Maybe it was when Billy realized Steve wasn’t just driving him to his physical and mental therapy sessions.

He walked out of the physical therapy gym at the back of the hospital to meet Steve in the same lobby they parted ways in. But Steve wasn’t there. Billy asked the nearby receptionist if “the guy with the hair” had gotten lost to the bathroom, but she only replied, “He’s running a little overtime, but he should be on his way.”

Billy’s appointments took hours. It made sense for Steve to leave and come back—

But the elevator dinged, and Steve was too busy reading something to not walk into a passing nurse. “Oh! Ow—sorry! Sorry,” he exclaimed, holding his arm…

He rolled the shoulder of that arm on the way through the parking lot, swinging the arm round and around like he was warming up for tennis. Inside the car, Billy cornered, “What were you doing in there?”

Steve glanced at him but shrugged as he turned the ignition. “Blood work. An IV drip. MRI’s. My usual stuff. The drip took longer this time.”

“Usual stuff? How come I’m just now hearing of this?”

“Remember, Robin used to meet us here? She got cleared faster.”

“Cleared out of what? How are you more broken than she was?”

Steve stared at him for an unnerving minute. “They…kind of beat the shit out of me. So… I mean, you pack a wallop, but Russians with an agenda put you to shame.”

Billy suddenly wondered if he’d overstepped a boundary. Steve just talked so much, and took whatever Billy gave him without flinching that he never considered…

“Getting concussed and doped up with unknown chemicals isn’t everyone’s normal Thursday.”

Billy had forgotten that Steve had been through shit like this before. Not with the same variables, but… “I forget that your normal got thrown out the window before I got here.”

“It’s not a competition,” Steve tried to say lightly. He waved a hand in front of the vents as if their lingering in the parking lot was just to wait for the heating to kick on.

“And if it is, who’d win?”

“Oh, I think Will Byers has us beat.”

That…hit differently than Billy expected. A laugh burst out of him, like it had just been waiting for a weight to lift off of him to break free. “Yeah. Maybe he does.”

Then they went to Steve’s house, where more and more of Billy’s clothes had accumulated. The kitchen had been stocked with food bought from Steve’s wage and Billy’s top-secret government allowance—which turns out, was rather high. Steve, for all his fancy furniture and basically bottomless bank account thanks to his parents, had to pick his jaw up off the floor when Billy finally revealed the monthly check to him.

“Holy shit. Don’t let the nerds see that; they’ll siphon quarters out of you for the arcade.”

“They’re old enough to want beer and condoms.”

Steve scoffed as he flipped their dinner pancakes. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think they’ll sooner pop their cherries than go for beer.” Then he grimaced and waved his spatula. “New subject! Change the subject.”

Billy laughed from the breakfast bar, where he was arranging his medication into a days-of-the-week organizer. It was just a bar of little snap-closed boxes, but it helped him keep track of the pills he took—and the ones he ignored.

Steve had asked him once, “Why do you always leave the red ones?”

“They turn me into a vegetable.”

“Oh. You can’t, like…split it in half? Half vegetable?”

Billy couldn’t say why he felt comforted by Steve’s uniquely clueless way of thinking. Perhaps the guy actually made sense, or maybe he just over-simplified things in an over-complicated world.

Now, though, he set the spatula down with the announcement, “Oh! I got you something. Well, I hope I got the right stuff.”

Billy didn’t go with him to the garage, but he did follow Steve with his eyes. Blue irises locked onto the shockingly familiar box of lager when Steve returned. “Where in the hell did you find that?”

That dopey, thrilled grin made Steve glow like the Christmas lights they’d thrown all over the open floor plan. “Dude, there are professional shoppers! I mean, that makes each can like…a twenty-dollar beer, and this is the only box I got, but this is the stuff you were talking about, right? The lady on the phone said they released other flavors, but you only said ‘lager,’ so it’s what I got.”

The cans were practically frozen from being in the garage, but Billy tore open the box as well as he could to pry one out. “I don’t think I’ve been given the okay for alcohol.”

“We can water it down.”

“You don’t water down beer!”

“Then split one with me. I’ve chilled glasses somewhere…”

He went digging in the freezer drawer and pulled out plastic wine glasses. Billy snorted as he accepted one. “This is so cheap.”

“Yeah well, even mom’s fancy bimbo friends break wine stems around the pool. Gimme that.”

Billy appreciated that Steve made it sound greedy, instead of pitiful. Billy had trouble with his hands.

The can snapped open with a satisfying metallic crack. Billy teased as Steve poured, “Is this your first rodeo? Look at all that foam.”

“We’ve got time. The pancakes are almost done.”

Billy pushed his pill organizer aside to rest his chin on his arms, listening to carbonation sizzle while he watched Steve’s shoulder blades move under his sweatshirt.

“When do you get cleared for pot?”

Billy rolled his eyes. “I don’t think I’ll ever be officially cleared for that—hey, hey!”

Steve had turned around, leaning back against the counter with a pancake in his hand and a full cheek. “Whuh?”

“You’re eating my dinner! Dump the skillet over a plate and get over here!”

Steve came around to sit on the stool next to him with a pancake in his mouth and—

“Are those my slippers?”

“You mean my slippers that I hadn’t worn yet? Yeah, I took them back,” Steve retorted.

Billy successfully knocked one off his foot. “They still had the tags when I got to them. So dibs.”

Steve kicked the other slipper into the living room. “No dibs if you don’t have both.”

“You’re wearing my sweatpants. I get your slippers.”

“I get your beer and you get my pancakes.”

“Not if you eat all of them! Syrup, now,” Billy demanded with a grabby hand gesture.

Steve disintegrated into giggles that made him sound as much like a little kid as movie heartthrob. He finished pouring and passed the bottle.

So it went. Back and forth. Back and forth.

First Steve took Billy’s time. The minutes that built into hours driving to and from the hospital. Then Billy ate his food. Steve covered the restaurant tabs until they switched to cooking at his house. Steve washed his clothes and wore them like his own. Billy took Steve’s car keys and drove for the first time with Steve practically hostage all the way to the tree farm.

“I didn’t take you for a real tree kind of person.”

“You have the ceiling space for a nine-foot tree.”

“How the hell are we hauling a nine-foot tree?” Steve practically blanched. “And with what car?” He adjusted his earmuffs because he’d rather be caught dead than wear a proper hat. Billy, meanwhile, strolled through the greenery and the first snowflakes spitting from the sky with leisurely ease in his beanie.

He laughed, “I like how you’re not saying no.”

Steve didn’t do much to hide his mimicry as he trudged behind Billy, who chuckled to himself. “For once it actually smells nice. The trees really cover up the cow shit of—oh my god, there are actual cows.”

A line of tables displayed other living decorations like wreaths and garlands, but beyond them was a field of black and red cattle. Billy moved under a line of wreaths hanging over their heads to see how they actually had blankets on their backs. “Are the cow jackets norm—”

Steve caught his mouth in a quick, firm kiss. The sound of their lips parting echoed in Billy’s ears. Steve’s fingers lifted off his jaw to touch something noisy above their heads. Billy dumbly looked up to see the tiny bells interwoven with a mistletoe wreath. “Careful. We have real mistletoe here. Not whatever plastic California has.”

He left Billy stupefied, having the audacity to stroll away with a whistle on his lips before Billy snapped out of it and nearly tackled him. “OW! Agh, fu-shit, Jesus—”

“You’re better about planting your feet,” Billy breathed against Steve’s earmuff. He held Steve’s arms trapped against his body.

“Are you always this mean when someone kisses you?” he strained in Billy’s tight grip. The gravel under their boots grit and rattled as Billy dragged Steve deeper into the trees. “Alright! I should’ve asked! I’m sorry—”

Steve might’ve stolen the first kiss, but Billy shoved him into a tree and took it back. He took Steve’s cold shock against his lips, until hot breath warmed them up between nervous stares. Then Billy took his lips, his tongue, the taste of the mint brownies Steve ate on the way here. The cold tip of Steve’s nose pushed into his cheek, and Billy’s heart felt fragile against the softness of Steve’s mouth.

His breath trembled as he asked, “Why did you do that?”

Why do you give me rides? Give me food? Why do you cook every night? Why did you give me a bedroom? Will you let me into yours?

Steve’s arms around his waist moved, tightening a little but also moving up Billy’s spine as if to comfort him. To anchor them together. Steve swallowed, and the fragility in his eyes made Billy’s throat hurt. “I didn’t get to the first time.”

Billy couldn’t stand it. He pushed Steve’s earmuffs off in his effort to press his face against Steve’s neck. To absorb the delicious little sound that escaped him when Billy’s cold nose found the warm pocket inside his collar.

Billy didn’t think he’d be able to kiss anyone ever again.

Not after…

But all he wanted was to keep Steve’s lips on him. To steal him away like some fairytale winter troll and either keep him or devour him if he tried to leave.

“Billy?” His name was muffled against his own scarf, so tightly did Steve hold onto him.

But if Steve was taking…maybe Billy could let himself be stolen again.

“When we’re home…” he sniffled on his way back up to standing on his own. “Kiss me again.”

“Can I kiss you now?”

Billy laughed through his tears. “No, you’re buying me the biggest tree your car can carry. And I’ll steal that wreath while they’re distracted.”

“You have the money to buy it!”

“That’s no fun.”

[cockasinthebird]

ahhh grats on the milestone!! also holy shit youve got 500 prompts stored away somewhere??? im gonna go with my favourite number combo..... 317 👀 im super excited to see what you come up with!! 💖 -bbsitterpng

@babysitterpng  Thank you so much!!! And yes, 500 goddamn prompts, all carefully curated, only the best for my beloved mutuals and followers!!

I got SO ELATED when I saw that you sent me a mystery prompt request!!!! ❤️💕 I would have finished it yesterday, but I got uhhh distracted 😏😏😏

317. “I think you’ll be happy to know I’m not wearing any underwear.”

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again and again and again; I knew exactly what I wanted to write for this immediately, and while I worry the exposition seems too rushed, I am very satisfied with the rest, all near 4k words!

So please, enjoy~

-

Today has been a long day that started when the sun had barely found its place in the sky.

Neil was beating at his bedroom door, asking why it’s locked, threatening to kick it down, demanding that Billy get up right now to mow the lawn, just to complain about what a shitty job he did after, shouting about how he has to do everything himself.

Billy would beat his pillows, lift weights till his muscles hurt, and smoke like a chimney, all to alleviate stress in one way or another.

At 12 Max was leaving to go play DnD with her little loser friends, ready to skate her way over there, but Billy needed to get out of the house, have a valid excuse, and it doesn’t get better than “watching out for his little sister.”

They’re on good terms now, after they had gotten in an intense fight and she screamed at him to just leave her and her friends alone, and after not spending every waking hour hating and antagonizing her, she’s not as annoying anymore, and Billy thinks that perhaps his anger was the issue here, not her being a little shit.

That realisation helped him a lot in general. It’s around that time he “apologised” to Harrington the best he could, but when Steve was nice and understanding of his issues, it only made him angry again. Billy doesn’t believe he deserves to be forgiven so easily, no, Harrington should have hit him, defended himself, gotten pissed and told Billy to fuck off.

Instead they wound up at Benny’s diner, sharing a giant plate of fries and a milkshake each.

“My treat,” Steve insisted.

And that’s when old issues resurfaced; the same exact issues that meant they had to leave California. The same exact issues that brought Billy’s wrath upon this pretty boy. The same exact issues that led one thing to another, and now Billy knows the route from his house to the Harrington Mansion like the back of his hand; could drive it with his eyes closed now.

But he doesn’t want to seem needy or clingy. Doesn’t want to be what he is - the way he is.

So after dropping Max off at the Wheeler’s house, the fiery redhead even going as far as to offer him a bit of a smile, he didn’t go home. Didn’t drive to Steve’s house either no matter how much he wanted to.

Don’t be needy, don’t be clingy. You’ll see him later.

So for four hours he drove around town, smoked by the quarry, got admired at a gas station when he refilled, passed Steve’s street far too many times, went to the empty pool that’s closed for the year and sat with his feet over the edge and smoked some more, restlessly kicking the tiling. Over the course of this time he checked his watch at least a billion times.

When it was finally 4pm, he drove to pick up his sister and El - the gang having managed to convince both Steve and Billy to take them to the movies to watch the last screening of The Neverending Story, which doesn’t exactly sound like something he wants to watch, but knowing Steve will be there, he agreed all too readily.

And as he pulls back up to the Wheeler’s again, he sees the brown BMW, Steve leaning against the door as he waits for the boys to pile into his car. Billy’s heart is beating like a painful drum in his aching chest, and when Steve sees him sitting and waiting for the girls, he smiles at him and waves.

Billy is as always astounded and breathless by the way Steve smiles, the way Steve looks at him now, like he’s happy to see him. He can’t smile back, he wants to, but his face feels dull and incapacitated. He wants to just kick open his car door, stomp up to Steve and fucking kiss him. Instead he simply waves back.

Then Max breaks the trance as she pulls open the door and crawls in to sit in the back with El.

“What the hell took you guys so long, I’m starving,” Billy complains as he looks over his shoulder at them.

Max is smart and doesn’t answer, and Billy is smart and doesn’t ask again. No he remains quiet as they follow the beemer, Max and El laughing loud and joyous behind him like girls their age do, talking about shit he doesn’t care for, just focuses on the car in front as they drive to Benny’s diner for early dinner before going to wolf down popcorn at the cinema.

-

The gang is eager and excited, like kids should be, running to the diner as they talk all too frantically about whatever it is kids talk about, Billy is really not paying attention, when Steve is right there.

“Find a booth where we can all sit!” Steve shouts after them, and Billy’s not sure if they heard him at all. “Hey Hargrove, got a smoke?” his voice kinder and friendly, too friendly, as he addresses Billy.

Steve leans against the hood of the camaro, smiling all too wide. He’s dressed in high waisted jeans and a red crop top that shows just enough of a midriff for it to be too much for Billy.

He takes up a spot next to Steve, just far away enough for it to not be suspicious, but absolutely too far away for it to not be enough, yet even from here he can smell the floral soap and honey shampoo. Can’t help but think of how soft Steve’s skin is, how silky his hair is, all newly washed and clean of him. Wonders if the purple hickeys are still visible across his chest, up his thighs.

Even though Steve is trying his best to meet Billy’s gaze, he refuses to look at him just in case it would be too obvious what he’s thinking about, as he unwraps a fresh pack of Marlboro and offers one up.

When Billy ignites his lighter and reaches forth, Steve touches his hand, holds it steady as he leans in to bring his cigarette to the flame. There’s a burning sensation where his pale, soft hand connects them, and when Steve dares rub Billy’s wrist with his fingers, there’s a pain shooting through his heart, a sharp wanting for more. No, a need for more. He’s caught staring at those pretty, pink lips when Steve pulls away and exhales a cloud.

“What’s wrong?” he asks with a wry smile, clearly aware.

“You know damn well ‘what’s wrong’,” Billy snaps a bit harsher than intended as he continues to force himself to look away.

Thankfully Steve takes it well and huffs a laugh filled with smoke.

They end up in silence after that; the comfortable kind that comes from being at peace together, easy and relaxed and pleasant, one where they don’t need words because there’s no longer any doubt between them. Perhaps that’s what love is, as cheesy and gross as that may be, Billy ponders. To be able to just exist together without it being awkward or stilted. Perhaps he’s fallen a bit in love with his ex-rival. Or perhaps he’s just in love with how he feels when he’s with Steve, both physical and not.

It isn’t till Steve finishes his cigarette, drops it on the asphalt and stomps it out, that he speaks,

“Oh, I almost forgot, I wanted to tell you something.” He’s smiling like the cat that got the cream, licking his lips a bit too slowly as he goes to whisper in Billy’s ear, “I think you’ll be happy to know I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Billy’s heart skips several beats at that, before then going too fast - rapidly pumping blood through him, and there’s a certain rush of it going straight to his dick. He stares too long into those deep, dark eyes, mischievous and satisfied with the response as Billy short circuits.

“What?”

Steve shrugs and tips his head to the side a bit, acting all innocent and oblivious, lips drawn tight in a smile that goes from ear to ear. He opens his mouth and takes a long inhale, insinuating that he’s about to say something, then simply turns around, hands in his pockets as he walks towards the diner.

Leaving Billy behind, baffled, astonished, dumbfounded.

-

The next two hours feels like days.

They sit in the diner, Billy and Steve across from one another.

The kids are still as energetic as before, their voices a jumble of words and phrases and retellings of DnD from today’s session. Steve chews on his straw as he tries to follow along with whatever they’re talking about, laughing when they laugh, nodding on occasions. Whenever he looks over at Billy, blue eyes flee to stare out the window instead, finding great interest in the pattern of how one street light flickers.

Before the movie starts, they go to let out water by the urinals of the cinema, Billy standing right next to Steve, having hoped to catch a glimpse, see if he’s telling the truth, the urge near irresistible to just take a quick look, but the other men around them might not take too kindly to something like that.

And during the movie they sit together at the end of the row.

Steve, Billy, Max, El, Mike, Will, Dustin, Lucas.

He didn’t care for the movie before, only going along as a sign of friendliness and to have an excuse to not be home, but now. Now he’s almost hating having to sit here, next to Steve, shoulders nearly touching, shoes pressed together on the dark floor, only an armrest between them.

For the first twenty arduous minutes, Steve doesn’t do anything, doesn’t say anything, showing no sign of registering how near they are, just watches the movie in silence with a smile, while Billy is sat next to him, burning up despite his shirt being unbuttoned as always, mind racing with thoughts and images of Steve Steve Steve.

So distracted by all of that, that he nearly jumps when Steve touches his hand. Same softness and tenderness from earlier on the parking lot, the way Steve always touches him with just a hint of hesitance when they’re not completely alone.

But the cinema is dark, the kids are entranced, and there’s barely a handful of people besides them, so maybe it’s safe enough.

Billy raises his fingers into the touch, thinking that Steve wants to hold hands, intertwine them, any of that stupid romantic shit that he loves and Billy pretends to only barely tolerate, but the touch moves past that, a feather across the back of his hand, up to gently and carefully grab him by the wrist.

At that, Billy finally looks down, keeps facing the big screen but pays acute attention to what Steve is doing, where he’s leading his hand, placing it on his knee, Billy’s fingers in between spread legs. He continues to guide the hand further up, towards the heat of where his thighs meet, effectively sending Billy’s heart rate sky high.

When he finally turns his head, he finds Steve staring right back, a small and restrained smile, and in that moment, Billy feels like he can read Steve’s thoughts, knows exactly what’s on his mind, never doubts it for a second, and is proved right when Steve stands up and climbs over the seat to walk along the empty row behind them.

Billy whips around to Max, and hisses out, “We’re going for a smoke, don’t fucking go anywhere.”

“Yeah yeah,” she groans all indifferent and waves him away, eyes big and caught in the movie.

-

The bathroom at the Hawk is as clean as it ever gets, and perhaps not too shockingly, empty. Movies are running and people are seated.

Steve stands looking at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair, not that it looks any different to Billy now than before.

He takes heavy steps towards the brunette, announcing himself and catches Steve’s eyes in the mirror, watching as Billy approaches and steps behind him. Billy leans in to run his nose up Steve’s neck, inhaling deeply and humming out pleasantly, blinking slowly as he keeps pressing his face into the crook there, not quite kissing yet.

Eyes dart back to the mirror where heavenly blue meets chocolate brown, a feverish intensity there as Steve stares back. Gently, but with no hesitation, Billy snakes his arms around Steve’s waist, past the belt and up to touch where skin shows between jeans and the top.

When there’s no ‘stop’, he keeps going, curls his fingers around the red fabric and lifts up, exposing Steve’s chest to the both of them in the mirror. Bitten and marked, purple and red, Billy eyes his masterwork with an appreciative gaze, and with one hand keeping the shirt away, he moves the other up to graze his fingers across each little bruise his lips left just two days ago.

Steve hums a bit, erotic and turned on, and if more were to happen now, it wouldn’t be the first time they’d found their way together in public. And perhaps that thought strikes Steve just as it does Billy, for he pushes back into him, rubbing his soft ass against where he finds a slight bulge already.

“Fuck, Stevie…” Billy huffs and breathes against Steve’s neck, eyes closed as he relishes in the slow friction, kissing sloppy and half-minded against pale skin. “You really wanna do this here? Where the kids could just walk in any moment?”

“I would have maybe pushed you into a stall first,” Steve laughs, a slight stutter to it. “But I was thinking your car? The movie is like two hours, we could find an alley, park there, let me ride your cock?”

A growl escapes by the enchantment of those words, and Billy bites into Steve’s neck, earning him an illicit little hiss and smirk.

“How am I supposed to say no when you put it like that?”

-

Neither of them feel particularly bad for just abandoning the gang like that, but they’ll be quick, hidden in this alleyway, not too far away from the theatre, a bit of fun while the others gawk and gape at the magic of movies.

But it’s hard to be remorseful, when Steve is moaning like this, Billy two fingers deep in him in the driver's seat of the camaro.

Steve didn't lie about going commando today; told Billy, “When I found out you were tagging along, I hoped I’d get to have you alone like this.”

It took Steve less than two seconds to start getting undressed when Billy turned off the engine, whereafter he crawled right onto his lap, hard and bottomless, knees over Billy’s shoulders, feet locked behind the headrest, back against the steering wheel. 

“Ah-h, mmh, fuck, Billy-” he whines, hands placed firm on Billy’s legs for support as he lifts and angles his ass to allow Billy access with lubed up fingers.

His other hand squeezes Steve’s leaking prick, using the precum to slick up the flesh, keeping him hard and crying like that. His own lonesome cock aches where it lies full against his stomach; the button down having been opened completely to avoid staining it, and giving Steve something to admire.

“Billy, please, just- oh- just fuck me already!” Steve’s voice pitched high with lust and impatience, brows drawn together, his arms shaking underneath his own weight.

“Just don’t wanna hurt you, baby,” Billy purrs.

He watches with great interest as he pumps two fingers in and out of Steve’s wet hole, making a scissoring motion to stretch him properly.

“Mmh, we don’t exactly have time for that, and I need you so bad,” Steve says with the sweetest, most alluring tone he can.

And God if that doesn’t go straight to Billy’s twitching dick.

“You sure?” He wants to double check anyways.

“Yes- yes! Just- get a condom, I don’t wanna ruin my favourite pants.”

Billy chuckles lightly at that thought as he leans to reach for the glovebox, absolutely turned on by the idea of Steve walking around brimming with him, his cum dripping out and running down his thighs. Perhaps another time.

The condom rolls on with ease, Billy having become quite the expert with one through time, but he has been getting a lot of practice lately what with Steve and his more adventurous side, and wearing a rubber when fucking in public makes for an easy and quick cleanup. He gives himself a few good strokes to lube up good and nice, ensuring that Steve gets a smooth ride as he aligns himself with the hole that flutters eagerly to suck him in.

Greedy, starved, zealous, Steve sits himself on that veiny dick, ass fully flush with Billy’s hips, breathlessly gasping and cursing around his name, “Fuck Billy…”

“Mmmh,” Billy hums and licks his lips, staring down with adoration at how he’s buried deep inside of Steve’s ass, tight with lack of preparation, but- “You feel so good baby, taking my cock so well.”

He brings his hands to grab Steve by the hips and guide him in a circular motion, muscles clenching around him that can only be described as beautiful, eliciting groans and causing him to dig in his nails.

Steve’s panting, bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat, the windows fogged up, telling anyone that would walk by exactly what was going on, and when he lifts up to fuck himself on Billy’s fat erection, they shake the entire car with his fervor; each time he sinks down he moans more; moans with less and less self control.

“Take off your shirt, pretty boy,” Billy drawls out and swipes his tongue across shiny and sharp teeth. “Wanna see you.”

It’s a hurried motion that takes less than three seconds for Steve to yank off the crop top and grab on to Billy’s knees again, refusing to wait even one moment in the haze of his neediness. 

Billy, however, faced with marks of his own making, takes time to appreciate how perfectly purple suits Steve’s pale skin, blooming across his pecs, his tits, near nipples that strut now, begging to be touched. And who is he not to oblige. Hands travel up from hips, past the waist, to Steve’s chest - the brunette seemingly lost in chasing his own high, that he doesn’t notice where Billy is going till he presses hard against the sensitive buds.

“A-ah! Fuck, Billy!” And he throws his head back.

Steve’s entire body tenses at that, each muscle flexing and twitching, contracting around Billy’s steely cock, and he can’t help himself but to thrust into the clenching hole, the rim taking a chokehold on the base of his prick. Steve has to bring up a hand against the roof of the car to keep himself from hitting his head, while also giving him the ideal leverage to push down hard, bodies colliding, skin slapping together in a lascivious and erotic rhythm.

“God, you’re such a little slut for my cock, huh baby?” Billy growls like a ravenous wolf as he pounds into Steve, forcing out every little cry and moan, telling him that he’s hitting just the right spot.

“Billy- Billy, ah-a, fuck- fuck-” Steve whimpers and looks down to watch one hand on his hip that pulls him down, another rubbing hard against his nipple. 

“Yeah, harrh, listen to yourself,” and Billy pauses to listen to how Steve mewls, revelling in the fact that he’s the cause of that. “So loud and lewd, baby, calling out my name like that.”

“Billy.”

He’s a confident guy, Keg King and lady killer, and while shit like emotions and feelings stuns him, this brings him alive, lust coiling in his gut, burning hot and white, ramping up to a fever pitch as he fucks with wild abandon into Steve’s wet cunt.

Billy hasn’t bothered masturbating in a good while, no, he saves all of that pent up energy for Steve, to fill him up; desire blinding him to anyone else but his princess.

“Mmhnn- ahh, fuck, Stevie, can’t wait to get you alone tonight,” he says, voice fucked out and perverted, Steve looking at him as he speaks, “Drop off all the little shits and then fuck you into your mattress till you’re a mess, pump you full of my cum.”

Steve’s eyes screws shut tight, mouth wide open as he moans, “Yes, oh God, Billy-”

“Yeah? You want that?”

“Yes! Please! Fuck-” He nods the best he can, hair bouncing.

“You’re such a good little whore for me, princess, so needy for my cock.”

“Billy- Billy please,” Steve croons, all pathetic and close.

“Anything,” Billy responds with fast devotion, a promise that he gladly lives up to, knowing well what it is Steve is begging for, wants to hear him say it anyways.

“Touch me, please, ah-h- I’m so so close, fuck…”

Billy grins wide, so self satisfied it’s nearly disgusting, and he closes his fingers firm around Steve’s slick erection; he gets so fucking wet, leaking profusely, swears it only happens when he’s with Billy like this.

“Just like that, yes! Oh fuck, I’m- ah-”

“Yeah, cum for me baby, wanna watch you- show me what I do to you.”

Billy jerks him off quick and crude, knows how Steve likes it, how he needs it; loves being manhandled, talks about that whenever he’s with Billy he feels small and light.

And Steve cums with a loud and unadulterated moan, stilling his entire body in a tense pose as Billy fucks him fast; slamming quickly against his prostate, hand milking him good till he’s emptied out on his own chest.

It is a glorious thing to watch, a masterpiece of performance only for him, a grand show for a one man audience that Billy gets to relive again and again and again. Steve’s jaw drops as he continues to cry out like he’s a goddamn porn star, overstimulated and loving it.

Billy’s own orgasm is far less showy; a few shallow, brutish thrusts, grunting through gritted teeth, he shoves Steve down onto him hard as his hips stutter through completion, waves of impossible heat pouring out and leaving him a puddle of bliss and euphoria.

Time is lost to them, as they sit like that; Steve’s one leg having fallen between the seats as he went limp with exhaustion, still firmly planted in Billy’s lap, who’s soft and complacent and fucking tired, both of them breathing heavy.

“We should… we should go back…” Steve mumbles with closed eyes.

Billy’s watching the way Steve’s cum slowly slips down his chest, running over his abs and nearing his pubic hair.

“Do we have to?” he eventually manages to ask.

And Steve chuckles at that, the vibrations through his body clenching around Billy’s spent cock and he can’t help the sore “ooh”s and “ahh”s as he tries to pull away from it.

“Sadly we do. Can’t have the kids walk home alone in the dark, besides…” Steve grinds his ass onto Billy’s lap, making him wince in not quite pain, not quite pleasure, but definitely too much. “Think you promised to… fuck me into my mattress?”