#bily hargrove

[rigginsstreet]

thinking about el giving billy earrings for his birthday except she doesn’t really take his style into account so they’re more like Claire’s type stuff, dangly butterflies or a burger and fries with big googly eyes and smiles. A pair of giant puffballs that are neon tie-dye, chunky plastic purple flowers, you name it, that girl shopped with her eyes not her head 😭 but he wears them for her, I want mechanic!billy rolling out from under a car with a sparkly blue rose stud in his ear

THIS IS CANON TO ME!!!!

el still doesnt really understand the concept of personal style and taste like she's still finding her footing with that. and shes very attracted to loud colors and prints and glitter so shes like "i love this. billy would love this too". makes total sense to her.

so billys opening his gift at his birthday party and immediately steve and the boys are snickering and billy and max shoot them daggers which shuts them up real quick. like yeah billy isnt out here picking out claires jewelry for himself but its coming from el so he loves it now. best gift ever.

AND!!!!! because he only wears one ear ring at a time he gives the second ones to every set to el so they can match!!! which el is very excited about

also billy finally having an excuse to get second third etc holes pierced in his ear so he can fit more of the studs onto one ear...

you say one word about his claires ear rings he'll beat your ass his new baby sister gave him those bitch he wont tolerate the disrespect!

[captainlunaxmen]

No Complaints

Billy Hargove x fem!reader

Request: Can you do Bily Hargrove /innocent reader?

No one, and I mean, no one, would've expected someone like Billy Hargrove to date someone like me.

Like, compared to him, I'm not... very experienced, in relationships and shit, so yeah him being actually interested and also this patient is very unexpected, even for me.

This never stopped him from being all touchy and clingy, he always manages to find an excuse to touch me, not that I'm complaining, he never pressured me into doing it.

That's why I want to give him a little treat. Or at least I'll try to.

Today we study together, he needs to pass English so I offer to help. I just might heva a good incentive in mind.

"Why, tell me, do I have to study this guy writing about this... foursome?" Billy asks me, bored.

We have to study "midsummer's night dream" by Shakespeare.

"Because one, it's not a foursome, two there's so much more to see if you just focus" I gently tell him.

"It's boring"

"It's really not" I tell him with a small laugh.

"It is"

"It's not, c'mon, focus.. for me?" I look at him with doe eyes to trying and convince him.

"You and those eyes of yours don't help me, you know? I can't focus with you beside me" he looks at my lips with a teasing grin.

"Billy" I say rolling my eyes and turning back at the notes in front of me.

"Y/n" he answers mimicking my tone.

I ignore him and start to write something on my notes when his hand moves to my leg.

"Y/n" he says again, using that tone he knows makes me melt.

I feel him moving right next to me, he then moves some of my hair away from my neck to start leaving kisses on my neck.

"Billy..." I warn.

"Yeah?" He not-so-nnocently asks.

"We need... w-we need to... we need to s-study" I stutter.

"How can I study when you stutter so prettily?" He teases.

I decide so suddenly move away, gaining a whine from him..

"How about this? We study, for each correct answer you get to either kiss me wherever you wsnt, or you get a kiss" I suggest.

I feel his face lighten up at the suggestion.

"Fine" he finally says.

We did study, he tried more, thank goodness.

He actually put some effort, which is already enough, if I think about it.

"So... where are my rewards?" He asks after we're done.

"Told you, each correct answer"

"Then ask me" he says.

"No, silly, at the test on Monday." I say, with a small smirk.

"There a test on Monday?" He asks surprised

"Why do you think we've been studying this whole time?" I ask laughing.

"I... you tricked me"

"I helped you study" I correct him.

"You little minx" he says.

"I'm just a good girlfriend who helped her boyfriend study" I shrug.

A week has passed, we had the test and we also got the results.

Billy and I decided to look at his while together at his house.

"So.. you think you did a good job?" I ask him.

"An amazing job" he says proudly.

"Let's see" I say starting to read his test.

"Okay... yeah... oh.."

"Well?" He asks expecting.

"You got 7 correct answer out of 10. Congratulations, baby"

"Ah ah!" He exclaims. "So? My rewards?"

"Well.. you got 7 correct answers so... you get 7 kisses wherever you want or you either kiss me wherever you want" I explain to him again.

He immediately pulls me to him looking downa at me.

"Wherever?" He asks, a teasing grin on his face, but a sweet tone, more to see if I'm actually comfortable with it.

To answer his question I just lead him to his bed.

"Wherever" I assure him.

Without hesitating he kisses me, sweetly but passionately.

"One" he says after pulling away.

He then moves to my neck kissing it hungrily.

"Two"

He then looks at me, one of his hand playing with the buttons of my shirt.

"Can.. I?" He asks.

I nod.

"Really?" He asks, incredulously.

"Yes" I laugh.

He looks at me like a kid allowed to have another slice of cake.

He unbutton my shirt, moving down to immediately kiss my chest, between my breasts.

"Three"

He moves to kiss my right boob.

"Four"

The left boob.

"Five"

He moves lower, but stops, looking at me.

He doesn't want to make me uncomfortable, I know that.

I take his hands and move the to my jeans, silently telling him he can remove them.

He does just that and remove my jeans.

"You're fucking perfect" he says, making me blush like crazy.

He kisses just above my panties.

"Six" he smirks.

"Fuck me" I suddenly say.

He looks at me as if I turned into an elephant.

"What?" He asks.

I take a deep breath grabbing his hand again.

"Fuck me..?" I half question.

"Are you asking me, sweetheart?" He teases climbing back up to face me.

"Mhmm" I nod.

"You sure? We don't have to"

"I want to"

"You really want to?" He asks again.

"Yes, Billy"

"Okay then, get dress" he tells me getting up.

"Uh?" I ask confused sitting up. "I don't understand" I half laugh.

He walks back to me kneeling in front of me.

"I want it to be perfect for you. I don't want it to be a reward for me, so now I'm taking you out on a proper date, a nice dinner wherever you like and then take care of you"

I'm a little surprised by his actions, he always manages to leave me speechless.

"Is that okay?" He asks with slight worried expression.

"Yeah.. yeah! Of course" I reassure him immediately.

I quickly get dress.

He then grabs my hand leading me out, but before getting put of the door he stops to kiss me sweetly.

"And that's seven" he smirks, dragging me out to his car, making me laugh.

My god.. he's gonna be the death of me.

Not that I'm complaining.

[lorifragolina]

Under the Myrtle

My second fic for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang in collaboration with the talented @raven-cl and their spectacular Bily/Steve art!

Word Count: 9884

Rating:  E

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove

Character(s): Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington's parents

Tags:  References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Greek Mythology, Bottom Billy Hargrove, Top Steve Harrington, vecna is a god sex in the water Sex in the woodsBroken Promises Heartbreaking

A shepherd and a stranger, in the woods by the lake, under the myrtle, in a sweet, warm spring. There is love, there are secrets, there are broken promises and faith in the gods. --- He was wearing the white tunic, almost completely opened on his chest, and a golden chain was sparkling around his neck. He was barefoot and the pebbles and twigs seemed to not bother him. The man stood near him, looking at him with a smile. He was more or less as tall as him, but for some reason Steve felt uneasy in front of him. He sat up and looked at the man in return, speechless and bewitched. “You…” he heard himself whispering to the stranger. The air seemed still and he feared breathing. The man giggled, and this little laugh seemed like the song of a fresh and cheerful waterfall. “It’s you who spies on people when they are taking their baths?” The man asked, still smiling under his tiny mustaches, tilting his head to him. Steve nodded. He couldn't trust his own voice. “You scared me,” continued the other sweetly. Steve blinked, and the man got nearer and sat at his side.

Beta Reader: @kallisto-k

Art by @raven-cl

[medusapelagia]

Harringrove Kinktober - day 19 Oral Sex/Tentacles [NSFW]

written for @harringrovekinktober

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove WT: oral sex, tentacles, monster fucking, porn without plot WC: 1103

When a vine dragged him into the Upside Down, the last thing Steve was expecting was finding Billy Hargrove growling against some creatures that looked like bats.

Steve stares at him astonished, while another of these flying creatures gets to him and tight his tail against Steve’s neck.

He falls to the ground, while he tries to free himself from the creature.

He somehow manages to bite the creature’s tail and finally breathes some air, he turns to catch it from the wounded tail but Billy is quicker than him and grabs it with his hands and chops its head off.

“You ok?” He asks, nuzzling at him like a dog.

“I’m fine. Thanks. But what the fuck is going on? I thought you were dead. I saw your body on the floor and…”

“Shh…” Billy shushes him “We have to go.”

“Where?”

“Where is safer!” Billy replies, taking Steve’s arm and dragging him away from the portal.

“Wait! I have to go back! Nancy! And Max! Good Max will be so happy when I’ll tell her… are you listening? I have to go back!” Steve repeats, but Billy is not listening.

He keeps dragging him toward a familiar road called… “Cherry Lane”?

It’s Max's old house but it’s different from the one Steve remembers.

“Is this your home?”

“Yes and… no.”

“What does it mean? Bily? Billy?” He calls but the boy is running toward his room.

Steve follows him and when he opens the door he is surprised to see ceramic dolls and stuffed animals everywhere.

“Are you a doll collector?”

“No. Before.”

Steve doesn’t understand what’s going on, but what he can see is that Billy is suffering.

“Hey, what’s going on? Talk to me!”

When Billy turns Steve sees a tentacle moving from under Billy's tank top. Another Upside Down bat is hiding under his tank top?

He lifts Billy's tank top, ready to free him but there are no bats under his tank top, only many tentacles coming from the hole in Billy's chest.

“What the fuck?!” He yells jolting away from him.

“Not… bad.” Billy tries to explain to him.

“Fuck Billy! You literally have vines in your stomach!”

“Not… bad!” He growls again.

Steve has seen monsters and he knows that having tentacles in your stomach can’t possibly be a good thing, and he is proven right when two of these tentacles grab him and drag him toward the bed.

“Billy!” he calls, trying to free himself, but more tentacles emerge from Billy’s inside to immobilize him.

“You smell so good, Harrington.” Billy whispers getting closer to him, nuzzling at his neck, and growling like a beast.

Is he going to eat him? Is he a sort of demogorgon? 

Steve shivers under Billy’s touch looking around the room to find a way to free himself. There are only stupid dolls on every fucking surface.

He pulls one of the tentacles and one of the dolls falls to the ground breaking down into sharp pieces.

If only Steve could get one of them… But the tentacles are holding him even tighter.

“Don't be afraid it will be over soon.”

Fuck this. He is not going to die like a fucking moron, tied to a bed.

One of the tentacles gets into Steve’s mouth and Steve can’t breathe.

“Breathe from your nose.” Billy orders him, and Steve tries to, fighting the panic that is increasing. His heart beats so hard that he takes a moment to notice that Billy’s tentacles are actually gentle and that the movement of the tentacle inside his mouth is almost soothing.

“Open for me. Are you going to take all of me, pretty boy?”

Steve is already drooling around the tentacles and feels so empty when the tentacle leaves his mouth that he gladly accepts Billy’s dick in his mouth.

It makes no sense.

He is not gay.

Is he?

But the weight of Billy’s dick is something he has thought of more than once when they showered together at school and now it feels almost familiar. Billy’s dick is stretching Steve’s mouth just right, and the taste is bitter and salty but the scent of Billy’s sweat is so familiar.

The sexual tension between the two of them has finally reached its peak and Steve is moaning around Billy’s sex.

“So good… You are taking it so well.” Billy praises him brushing Steve’s hair and another tentacle surges from his chest and starts to lower Steve’s pants freeing Steve’s aching erection and starts to stroke it. The tentacle is slimy and hot, and the sensation is strange but so pleasant.

Billy keeps thrusting into Steve’s mouth, and Steve lies on the bed horny and confused, while another tentacle starts to circle Steve’s rim and then it penetrates him.

Steve’s eyes widen at the feeling but Billy soothes him.

“Relax… let me in, pretty boy. I know you want it as much as I do.”

The tentacle feels lubed and it penetrates Steve with no effort, brushing repeatedly on Steve's prostate.

Billy yanks Steve’s hair, and with a couple of strong thrusts, he comes inside Steve’s mouth, while his tentacles keep pushing inside him and jerking him off.

“Billy… Billy…” Steve moans.

“Are you close?” the blond boy asks him, looking at him with eyes full of lust.

Steve nods because the words fail him and Billy smirks. The tentacle inside him starts to push even harder and Steve fells him so deep inside that his toes curl.

“Come for me, pretty boy.” Billy whispers to him and then he starts to suck on Steve’s pulse.

Steve comes moaning loudly and then the tentacles get back to Billy’s stomach, freeing him.

“Shit. That was…” Steve tries to find the words to define it but he finds no one.

“Intense? Long due?”

“Yeah.” Steve replies while Billy smirks “What now?”

Billy gets up “First of all I’ll find you some clothes and a pair of shoes, and then we will find a way to bring you back to the Right Side up.”

“What about you?”

“I’m Upside Down material. Can’t you see?” he replies, and he seems more lucid than he was.

Steve stares at him while he puts on a tank top.

“I missed you.” Steve admits in a whisper.

“I know.” Billy replies, but he leaves the room to find clothes and shoes.

“Billy…” he whispers, already missing him. He looks out of the window and sees a demoniac version of Hawkins and promises himself that they will find a way to bring Billy back.

He will find a way to bring Billy back.

[agirlwithachakram]

billy hargrove is such a fucking funny character. two thirds of the way through season 2 and all we’ve seen him do is terrorize his sister, be racist, and act so sexually aggressive toward Steve that it’s not even homoerotic, it’s just that weird masculine posturing guys do when they’re trying to dominate another guy but not remotely in a queer way.

he’s not even a guy, he’s a scary obstacle. nevertheless ppl were gonna ship steve with this dude.

bily who told max her family was stupid but now that she’s part of his family, she’s gonna have to learn to be racist. he doesn’t even get unracist btw. like that just never happens.

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

Okay like honestly you don’t have to like Billy Hargrove to see what Karen Wheeler did is fucked up. I hate Billy, I think he’s a racist shit and he reminds me of the white boys who screams slurs in the hallways at school and who I avoid so they don’t do anything worse - but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because Karen Wheeler is an adult in her 30s and Billy Hargrove is seventeen.

This is literally grooming. I don’t care how sexy the showrunners tried to make the scenes between them - all I saw was an almost-forty year old taking advantage of an abused teenager. Because that’s what it was. Karen was the adult in that situation and it was her responsibility to not do anything disgusting, but she did. She willingly and knowingly took advantage of a kid and regardless of how you feel about Billy that’s wrong.

But here I’m seeing people defend her?? Calling her the ‘Best mom in the show”?? What?? The fact that Karen was fully willing to flirt with a groom a kid in her oldest daughter’s class and ignore where her kids were constantly and barely act concerned about them, doesn’t make you think “wait-”. I fucking hate Billy but that doesn’t mean he ‘deserved’ what Karen did, or that Karen was in the right. If she wanted to have an affair she should have done it with an adult, not with a kid the same age as Nancy.

[strangebrainrot]

Does Billy remember his birthday? I kind of want to know. Cause sure his mom only left when he was 7-10 years old, but I feel like if you go long enough without celebrating it, you just kind of gloss over it in your head until you forget.

Neil would probably only celebrate Max and Susan's birthdays cause they love the festivity of it all. Like Billy knows he was born in '67, but he doesn't know the actual day.

So imagine the day he finally gets to see his mom again. He's been in the hospital after Starcourt for a good couple months and Halloween just went by. A couple people visited him- namely, Max and the rest of the older teens. But now it's a couple weeks into November and he can see the leaves really starting to fall every time he looks out his window.

Neil would probably be out drinking with his buddies in honor of Veteran's Day. But the nurse knocks on his door and tells him he has a visitor. And it's his mom. He asks why she's there and she just says "Some friends of yours tracked me down and told me you were in the hospital and I couldn't let you you go without a visitor on your birthday."

At which point he just looks at her, confused, for a moment and he realizes he forgot his own birthday and that she came all the way to Hawkins just to visit him. So not only do the teens find out about his birthday, they refuse to let him forget it ever again. Not that he could because that was the day he got his mom back. They call every year, long distance charges be damned.

[bxcketbarnes]

I JUST FINISHED S3 OF STRANGER THINGS AND I AM A M E S S. A CRYING, PUFFY MESS.

I'm like... I can't even. Oh my fucking god. Good news is I started a Steve fic. Who wants to see?

Also, look at this cutie. Motherfucker.

[flippyspoon]

For the record all I’m assuming Joe’s comment means for S3 is that maybe Billy doesn’t die and that’s it lol.

[stonathanshipping]

Stranger Things 3 trailer - Billy Hargrove with an Upside Down infection

[dacresprincess-blog]

Butterfly

Summary: There`s always two sides to a story and apparently also to Billy Hargrove.

Requested: I believe it's gonna be awesome... So... story (if you want do it long) about Reader (badass reader) and Billy. Reader being depressed and having to deal with it and Billy helps them and reader helps Billy.

Warnings: Mentions of depression,selfharm, Butterfly project, fluff, bad storyline

Words: 1,5k

A/N: *takes a deep breath* I really really hope I made your idea any justice. I feel like I kind of let out the part about reader helping Billy but it just didnt fit into my flow. Im sorry but still hope you enjoy! Leave feedback and requests! Thank you and goodnight.

If you or someone you know is dealing with any sort of mental illness, feel free to message me any time you want and talk to me. I´ll try my best to give advice or just be here to listen. Seeking for help is not a sign of weakness! 

Your head was pounding, and you slowly lift yourself up and dangle your feet from your bed. You could already tell it was going to be a slow day for you.

You finally get up after long contemplation to maybe just stay home and call in sick, but you’ve been doing that a lot the last few weeks and your parents grew more and more suspicious of you.

You head over to your bathroom and get ready; every movement was very slow of you and it felt as if you weren’t even in your body; It felt as if you were watching yourself shower and brush your teeth.

After you finish, you head back to your room and put on an all-black outfit: black jeans, black shirt, black converse and lastly your favorite black leather jacket.  Running your hand through your hair, you decide to just put it up in a messy bun with a few strands framing your face. You grab your bag and then head out to your car, tossing yourself in and start the engine, backing slowly out of your driveway.

Once you’ve arrived at school, you look into your review mirror and see your red eyes from the lack of sleep and sigh before grabbing your bag from the passenger seat, stepping out of your vehicle. You sling the strap around one of your shoulders and close the door, making your way towards the school entrance.

Immediately after you’ve made it in, you roll your eyes, sighing deeply, seeing that the whole Billy-Hargrove-fandom was surrounding him at his locker which was on the opposite wall of the hallway of yours.

Everyone was talking about Billy Hargrove when he transferred to your Highschool, but you never paid him any mind. Not only because he was a macho pumped up with testosterone but also because your mind was occupied with thinking about other, more important, things than him. Nevertheless, you always, since the first day he arrived, felt his pair of blue eyes watching you whenever the two of you were in the same room. He had tried talking to you a few times, but you always brushed him off and didn’t give in to his standard procedure of batting his eyelashes and smirking.

 Today was no different you make your way to your locker and briefly look over to Billy. His back and his head were propped up against the closed lockers and he was looking up at the ceiling. His hands were stuffed into the front pockets of his jean jacket and he was pretending to listen to one of the girls telling him some random story of a party she went to and letting out random sounds of agreement.

He licks his lips once he sees you and glues his eyes on your body, but you ignore it and open your locker.

"Hey", you hear a squeaky voice behind your locker door and then close it, after you’ve taken out your books, to reveal the face of Olivia smiling at you.

"Hey", you mutter back, still feeling a pair of eyes watching your every move.

"Are you going to Tina’s party on Friday?", she asks shifting a bit, waiting for your response.

"Uh, no I don’t think so", you answer and walk past her making your way to class.

"Why not? ", she asks following you, now walking beside you. You take a deep breath. Honestly, you hadn’t had a good excuse, you just didn’t want to. You just wanted to go home and stay in.

"Pleeeeassse you have to come. Everyone expects you to be there and also…Jimmy asked me if you were going. You know he has a massive crush on you Y/N!"

"Uh, I need to catch up on school.", you lie.

"Y/N it’s the first week of school. You don’t need to - ", you interrupt her while she crosses her arms in front of her chest.

"Yeah and I’m already behind. See you later Olivia.", you say and quicken your pace into the classroom and take your seat.

After class ended you make your way to the library and look for a quiet place to work on a few of your writings you were behind on. You wanted to finish them before starting with your homework. You hang your leather jacket on the chair and sit down, pulling out your papers and pens.

You were too absorbed in your work that you didn’t notice someone walk into the same area that you were sitting in until the person pulled out the chair and plopped down next to you. You look up quickly and catch a glimpse of a pair of blue eyes and the same charming smile you tried so hard to avoid. You turn back to your work and try to ignore him as much as possible.

He shifts in his seat before speaking. 

"Why do you hate me, Y/N?"

The question makes you stop writing and you shift in your seat and narrow your brows. You look up at him confused and take a deep breath.

"I never said that I hate you.", you shake your head, looking back at your paper. He chuckles lightly and then tilts his head.

"You’re always avoiding me Y/N and you’re not even looking me in the eyes right now. You don't have to say it, your actions show it.", he replies. You feel the warmth of his body as he moves closer to you. You swallow and chew on the inside of your cheek. You turn your face to him and shift in your seat to face him. Your (y/e/c) meet his blue eyes and for a moment it felt as if the world had stopped.

"I’m looking you in the eyes. Are you happy now?", you say and see his lips curve upwards into a smile. He hums quietly and doesn’t even blink not wanting to break the eye contact between the two of you.

You run your hand over your face and remove a strand that was tickling your cheek and place your arm on the table. You see Billy’s eyes shift and see his expression change. You follow his eyes and see him staring at your wrist. 

You suddenly feel your heart pump and your blood heat up, changing the color of your cheeks. You feel your eyes well up and quickly blink them away before removing your arm and shifting in your seat to turn back to the table.

You tense up and wait for Billy to say something but instead, he quietly unclasps something on his arm and then quietly reaches over to grab yours. His warm body leaning over yours makes your stomach twitch and you shift a bit. You watch him as he furrows his brows while clasping it on your wrist and then takes the warmth his hands away from your arm, making your heart drop unconsciously.

You move your arm up to look at it. It was a simple black leather bracelet with a few silver beads and a small silver butterfly inserted on it.

"It was my mom’s.", he says quietly watching you as you inspected the bracelet.

He takes a deep breath and continues.

“Always when you feel the urge to...you know...just look at that little buddy and ... think of someone you love...that you wouldn’t want to hurt.", he says trying to repeat the words his mom used when she explained it to him back in California.

“Thank you, Billy, “, you simply say not knowing how else to express your gratitude.

“No need to thank me, babes. Just...just promise me you won’t do it anymore.”

“I…I’ll try “, you reply tilting your head, offering him a small smile.

“Also, you’re too pretty to be covered in that “, he says returning to his charming self and licking his lips. You let out a small snicker and hit his shoulder.

“Hey, Billy. “, you say once the both of you stopped admiring the bracelet on your arm as you held it up again to look at it. He hums quietly.

“I don’t hate you. I hope you know that “, you add. He leans in too close to your face and makes you press lips together, breathing hard through your nose.

“I know, princess. No one does.” He leans back in his chair and winks at you. “I mean how could you even. Look at me “, he adds motioning with his hand up and down his body. You roll your eyes and chuckle softly, shaking your head.

This guy was something else and you didn`t even mind it.

[lorifragolina]

A well planned plan

Hello! We are almost done with the @harringrovesummerbingo, three more squares to go! This one had been funny for me, I'd like to write better the silly interaction with the siblings and the clumsiness of Billy!

Title: A well planned plan

Square & Prompt: B1 "bily needs help putting sunscreen on"

Rating: Teen and up

Word Count: 1861

Major Tags: Banana jokes (without realizing)

Summary: Max is determined to help his brother getting the guy he likes, now that they are in good terms. They seem reluctant, but she is very good scheming in favour of the new couple!

Read it on AO3

Billy used to keep his beauty product hidden in a toilet case under his bed when he lived with Neil: the only things his father allowed were colony and hairspray, and the last was always on the edge. The hair curler, the special conditioner he used eking it out, the wax, the tweezers, not to mention the make up, were strictly forbidden and he had to be really careful when he used them.

Now, he lived with Max and Susan after she finally broke up with him, but sometimes he had difficulties to forget the old habits; anyway he now shared the bathroom only with Max and his products were more than hers, by far.

“Shitbird, did you see my headband…” he pushed Max’s door, semi opened, and caught his stepsister with his blue headband on her hair and a clay mask on her face, trying to paint her toenails.

“Max, how many times I have to say it, pink yours, blue mine,” sighed Billy, who gladly shared his things but was pretty jealous when she took them without permission.

“Well I couldn’t find mine,” she pouted, trying to concentrate.

Billy sighed again, throwing the pink headband against her. “If only you didn’t leave your things around… well, nevermind, I’ll help you with this if you help me put the rollers on”.

Max nodded and Billy sat in front of her, doing her nails.

If someone would tell him a year before that he and Max will share beauty routines so easily, he would laugh in their face. Last summer they were at each other’s throat, and they barely bared  to breath the same air; but once Neil went out from their life, it was evident that he was the culprit of the oppressive atmosphere in the house; Billy was already an adult, for his own sake, and he could choose if following his father or leave alone, and Susan let him move in; he found a job in the pool after school until graduation and now he would work full time, and he was glad to give his money to Susan while he was thinking what to do in the future.

He caught Max once trying to do a hairdo on herself, snorting frustrated, and he offered to help her, explaining how to texturize her straight hair and how to twist them in order to avoid the bobby pins to fall off. After that Max shyly asked his help for more hairstyles, then for her nails and without realizing, Billy had become the living Barbie of Max and Jane, and he would even share his collection of glosses and lipstick with them. He taught how to make a perfect cupid’s bow, they laughed a lot together trying to apply fake eyelashes and they definitely became friends. 

It had been during a shopping session in the Starcourt that Billy let his guard down and outed himself and his crush on Harrington. 

Max dragged him to Scoops Ahoy even if Billy kept saying he didn’t want an ice cream.

“Oh, come on, I want one. Look, I have the money”.

“I’ll wait for you there,” Billy crossed his arms.

“But why? I’ll buy one for you too”.

“I don’t want one, that’s all!”

Their bickering started to attract people’s attention, and even Buckley peeked on the shop door to see the source of that commotion.

Billy saw her and blushed.

“Ok, fine, I’ll come, happy now?”

Max was clueless, obviously, so entered cheerfully in the shop, greeting Steve and Robin warmly.

“Ahoy, sailor! Would you like…,” Steve started, but Billy waved a hand.

“Spare me,” he hissed. Stece chuckled.

“Well, Hargrove, with what can I tempt you today? Plain vanilla or dark, dark chocolate? Or our sweet strawberry or the tasty banana?”

Steve licked his lips and Billy lost his mind.

“… banana” he moaned, before he could really think. 

Robin made a disgusted face and Max opened her mouth wide, speechless. Steve gave his banana cone to Billy, and he took it absent minded, incapable to stop staring at him. 

“We… we have to go, Billy…” Max grabbed him for his shirt, because there was a little queue waiting behind him.

Billy grinned again at Steve. “Well, Harrington, thank you for  your banana… I mean, your cone… the… the ice cream…” he stuttered, while Max was dragging him away. Billy tried to turn back in a hot way to wave to Steve, but he stumbled on his own feets and almost fell over his ice cream.

“What was that?” Barked Max as soon as they left the shop. 

“What?” Billy pretended he didn’t understand.

“Come on, Billy, you became a clumsy chimpanzee in there, like… like Mike when he… oh, shit Billy, you don’t… don’t you…?”

“What?” Whined Billy desperately. 

“You like Steve!” Giggled Max. “Oh, are you, are you…”

 Billy looked around with panic in his eyes. 

“Please, please, Max, shut up! Ok, we will talk home, but shut up now, please!”

At home, Billy confessed in tears that he was gay and he had a bit of a crush on Harrington since last spring. Max consoled him saying that she didn’t care, she liked Jane too a little bit and she was as afraid as him to confess it. They didn’t hug, they didn’t do that, but they smiled shyly to one another and became partners in that. 

“Why don’t you ask Steve out?”

“Are you nuts? He doesn’t like me, you can be sure”.

“I don’t think so. I’m sure he is cool with you now. You should try”.

“Well I don’t know how”.

“Let it to me”.

A cold shiver shook Billy from head to toe. He was a bit scared of what he had just started.

“I have a plan”, she came out a day, maybe a week after. The summer was stuffy, and she managed that the party was trying to convince Steve, for days, without rest, to throw a pool party. It had been difficult to find pretexts, because Billy constantly gave them free passes for the public pool and they were there every day.

Max knew that Steve had come to the public pool only a couple of times since Billy worked there, and both times he suddenly ran away after seeing Billy diving in the water. She wasn’t stupid and Billy decided to follow her intuition. They only had to put them together them on a poolside, in bathsuits and see what would happen.

“The 4th of July the pool is closed, please, Steve, why can’t we have a party! Who knows where we will be next year. Steve!!” The kids constantly begged him, honking around in the Scoops Ahoy and bothering Robin until the break point.

“Oh, Steve, for God’s sake, please do something, I can’t stand them anymore. I’ll slaughter them one by one if you don’t make them stop!”

“Fine! Fine! I’ll ask my father to call the pool boy and we’ll have that goddamn party! But you will take all the food and the soft drinks, I’ll only buy the booze for me”.

Max smiled inside, pulling another thread of her plan.

“Billy had to come with me because my mother didn’t want me to go without supervision,” whined Max, in a little sorry voice, pouting with glossy eyes, when she arrived followed by Billy at Steve’s house. Billy, again, shivered seeing how good she was manipulating things for her purpose: obviously, Susan didn’t say anything about it.

“I have a watermelon,” giggled Billy, showing the fruit and the cold sixpack he was carrying.

Steve sighed looking at his shirt opened on the smooth, muscled chest and the trunk with a waistline so low he could see almost all Billy’s happy trail, and he started sweating even more. He sighed and opened a can.

Billy sat on the edge of the pool, while Max and the party were playing inside the water. MAx was on the alert at her surroundings and ready for the next part of the plan.

Steve threw the empty can of beer and walked near the pool.

Max looked at Billy and nodded, and Billy took off his shirt, spreading sunscreen on his arms and shoulders. Steve felt a little distracted when Billy rubbed it on his shiny, vibrant pecs.

“Hey, shitbird, come here and help me to put the lotion on my back,” he said in a clear, loud voice. Steve turned his head to them.

“Fuck you,” Max answered. Billy widened his eyes and started raising his voice, while Max turned her back to him.

“I’ll help you,” sighed Lucas trying to calm them.

“No”, Max looked at him with daggers in her eyes and he froze, confused about why she was acting so bitchy out of the blue.

Billy lingered with his tube of cream in his hands, and Steve could see the veins bulging on his temple. Max gave him a straight glance, that he didn’t register consciously, but he moved to the dangerous zone.

“Give me that, I’ll spread you, I mean, the lotion”, he babbled, stumbling on his feet. 

Max grunted in the water but she didn’t say anything. She met Billy’s eyes and nodded imperceptibly.

Billy reached a beach chair a little far from them and laid down on his stomach.

“Thank you, princess,” he tried to stay cool but he had to fight for letting his voice out without shaking.

Steve delicately passed his hands on Billy’s already tanned skin, tickling him with his fingertips. He spreaded the lotion well, making him jump and giggle when he touched his sensible hips. 

Steve blushed, enjoying the sensation and he couldn’t help getting sweated and drooling. 

He stretched his fingers on Billy’s neck, moving his curls, and felt the sudden impulse to kiss and bite there. He pressed a little and Billy squirmed.

“So…” Steve tried to control his voice. “What are your plans?”

“Plans? For the summer?” Billy too tried to appear cool, but he was excited and screaming inside. “I’ll work at the pool, and then…”

“No, I mean… for later,” Steve bent a little over him, and Billy had to hold a moan feeling his breath on the neck.

“I’ll take the shitbird home and then… I’m free”.

“Why don’t we… I’ll go to the hill watching the fireworks, maybe you want to join? I have weed,” Steve stuttered, managing more or less to not seem desperate.

“Ok,” smiled Billy, sitting on and taking the tube from Steve’s hand and indulging in the touch. 

Steve bit his lips a little and they smiled together, suddenly knowing everything.

“It worked, shitbird!” He screamed in the car, taking her home, and Max clapped and cheered.

“I knew! You see, I said so!”

“You’re a little smart bitch, you know!”

Billy parked at home and got a quick shower, generously spraying himself with the special occasions colony.

“If I don’t come home, you’ll know everything has been well,” he giggled.

Max nodded and sat with her mother watching TV. At midnight they watched the neighbors fireworks and then she went to bed. 

At breakfast, Billy hadn’t come home yet.

[themistymountainscold]

nancy: i think we’re missing something

steve: teamwork?

billy: cohesion?

robin: a general sense of what we’re doing?

[lordofthenerds97]

Wasting Away: Chapter 2

Rating: M for eventual chapters, mild cursing, and nonexplicit sexual content Pairing: Eddie x Reader, Past Billy x Reader, and onesided Steve x Reader if you squint Summary: You were broken. Falling apart. Trying to put yourself back together. Whatever the hell they wanted to call it. All you knew was you were hurting. The Upside Down had been the bane of your existence for a long time. But now you had a reason to hate it. Will your hatred be enough to help take down the latest in a long line of monsters? TW FOR THIS CHAPTER: •Reader has a nightmare •Reader has a mild panic attack due to nightmare •Description of traumatic death (could be considered graphic depending on your definition) •Mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms •Mentions of therapy Masterlist

You were running in front of Max and Mike. You knew where El and the Mind Flayer were. And that meant you knew where Billy was. 

Through this entire nightmare, Billy had never once laid a hand on you. You weren’t sure if it was because the Flayer had no interest in you or if because Billy was fighting it. 

Either way, it terrified you. 

A monster made of flesh and broken bodies. After the Demogorgan, you’d thought you’d seen it all. Surviving it and a parallel world was enough of a shock. But dealing with the Flayer was going to leave you with more than emotional scars this time. 

Skidding to a stop, you heard the explosive roar the monster let out. You watched for a moment, taking in the scene. El was on her back, trying to push herself away. 

And Billy was standing in front of it. 

“Billy!“ you shrieked. 

He stood like as a statue as it roared, staring the Flayer down and refusing to back away. His fists were clenched at his sides and you could tell he was breathing heavily. But when he heard your voice, he flashed a glance over his shoulder at you. Sweat poured off his face and soaked through his shirt. 

Relief momentarily flooded you. You’d found him. He was alive. He was in one piece. He was safe. 

At that moment, everything seemed to move in slow motion. You saw the Flayer lift one of it’s tentacle infested mouths. It snarled viciously, salvia and bits of flesh raining down on Billy and El. The mouth growled something fierce, hovering in front of its former host. And without warning, it shot straight for Billy. 

“No!” 

You ran forward as Billy threw his arms out, catching it with his hands. His body rippled as he used all his strength to try and shove it away. He screamed at El to go, but she was frozen in shock, unable to move as terror seized her. 

You watched in horror as it called additional arms from its body, all slithering through the air towards him and reminding you of a snake. 

A scream tore through you, stripping your throat raw as it left your lips. The tentacles slammed into Billy’s body, attacking him from multiple angles. 

Another scream, this time from Billy, joined yours. 

You pushed yourself forward as the kids stopped behind you. He managed to turn his head and look at you. You saw his lips move, only a single word, as he gasped it out. “Run,”  

You did the opposite. You bolted straight for him. El still tried to backpedal, getting away from the monster that hunted her. 

In your rush to get to Billy, you didn’t see the trap you were running into. 

Before you could come to a stop beside him, you felt a sudden, searing, and intense pain in your calf. And before you realized that it was a knife like tentacle, it twisted itself around inside your leg, locking onto the bone shards and shredded muscles it had created as it tore through you. 

You screamed as you were suddenly pulled backwards, dropping onto your stomach with a loud thud before being pulled into the air and tossed around like a rag doll. 

Billy’s pained voice could be heard over the shrieking monster. 

“NO! NOT HER!” 

While you were hanging upside down by your leg, the inner workings of the limb being shredded even more, you watched the unfolding scene with horror. 

The mouth that had originally attacked Billy had pulled back, almost as if it were watching as the rest of its companions did the worst of the work. And when Billy was on his knees, it snapped forward and buried itself in his chest. 

“BILLY!” 

You yelped as you were flung backwards before being thrown towards the floor. Your body crashed into the tile beside Billy, and you wasted no time in scrambling over to him. Ignoring the intense pain in your leg, you landed on your knees beside him, your hands gripping his shoulders. 

“No, no, no, stay with me baby!” you choked through your tears. His blood was pooling around him, soaking through your clothes and coating your hands with the slick red liquid. 

His eyes searched for your face for a moment before he locked his gaze with yours. 

His lips were painted red as blood trickled down his jaw. They managed to lift up at the corners as he looked at you. He coughed, closing his eyes for a moment. 

“Hey, trouble.” he gasped, using what little strength he of left to lift his hand to your cheek. You grabbed ahold of it, squeezing tightly. You sobbed, tears mixing with blood on his face. 

“Billy, no, you can’t do this!” 

His eyes dulled slightly as they slid over to your left hand that held his. You realized he was looking at the ring. 

“I love you, trouble. I’m sorry…” 

He looked back up to you before taking another shuddering breath. 

A sob escaped you. “I love you, Billy!” 

His chest fell an his eyes glazed over. 

“No! No, Billy! No!” 

You were shaking so hard as you pulled his shoulders, hoisting his limp body up to wrap your arms around him. Sobs continued to rip themselves from you. 

“El, help him!” you shouted, turning to the younger teenager. “Do something! El!” Your eyes turned back to the mangled body of Billy as you set your hands on his cheeks. “Baby, come on, don’t leave me, not like this!” 

Screaming. 

That was all you heard. 

And then you realized it was coming from you. Your throat felt raw and coarse, the scream still ringing in your ears. You thought you’d stopped until you felt hands on your shoulders and heard your mother shouting over your wailing. 

Sweat covered your body and your sheets were tangled around your feet. When you realized what was happening, your chest heaved and constricted as you tried to choke out a breath. Your mom reached for your face, holding your cheeks in her hands and talking quietly to you. She wiped the tears that were streaming from your eyes. 

You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around her and sobbing. 

“Shh, it’s alright baby, I’m here.” 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, held in her embrace as you let all your emotions out. They’d been cooped up for too long and were finally spilling over. 

When the sons finally turned to quiet sniffles and the odd hiccup, you finally loosened your grip and pulled away from your mom. She smiled gently at you and moved your tear soaked hair out of your face before dabbing your cheeks with a handkerchief. 

“Another nightmare?” 

You nodded wordlessly. You weren’t sure if you were even capable of forming proper sentences at this point. 

“Want me to stay?” 

You were shaking and nodded your head. “Please,” you said quietly. 

“Lights on?” 

Another quiet nod. 

She hummed quietly and turned the bedside lamp on before getting up and turning off the overhead light. She climbed in bed beside you, pulling the sheet up around the both of you. Without a word, she opened her arms and allowed you to scoot closer to her before she once again wrapped you up. 

Hiding your face in her shoulder, you knew you wouldn’t be sleeping again that night. 

*~*~*~*

The next morning, you were surprised when you actually woke up. 

You weren’t sure what time you had fallen asleep, but you knew it couldn’t have been that long ago. You pushed yourself into a sitting position, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you tried to find the clock beside the lamp on the nightstand. 

You were even more surprised when it read 4:17 PM. 

“Mom?” you called, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. You stretched as you got up. Whatever rest you’d gotten definitely seemed to help. After the nightmare, you were completely drained. Even more so than after the panic attack the day before. 

It took a moment, but she poked her head in the room, looking at you quizzically. “You alright, honey?”

You nodded slowly. “What happened?”

“You fell asleep around six this morning. I informed the counselor you wouldn’t be coming to school today. I know you needed the rest.”

“Thank you…”

She smiled. “Of course. You hungry?” 

In answer, your stomach let out a perfectly timed rumble. She laughed and you had the mind to smile at the situation. 

“Let’s go, sleepy head. Dustin called looking for you after school. I told him you were sleeping. He seemed happy with that, but he and Steve wanted to come see you later.”

You nodded. Sounded like the both of them. 

They kept a fairly close eye on you. Mike was concerned about everyone, but he didn’t really know how to show it. Lucas was focused on Max. You knew she wouldn’t really respond to him unless she managed to get her head right. But at least he was there for her. She was talking to the counselor off and on, which you knew would help. You’d tried to talk her into seeing your therapist several times. Because as much as it didn’t seem like it, he was helping you. Progress was being made. It was small, but it was progress. 

Nancy liked to call and check on you every couple of days, and would make it a point to come see you at least once a week. You couldn’t blame her though, you knew she was applying to multiple universities. 

Robin came as often as Nancy, and you were happy to have her as company. She talked nonstop most of the time, but she was able to keep you distracted. 

Dustin and Steve, on the other hand, were the ones who kept on you the most. Dustin would see you every day in school, keep an eye on you from a distance to make sure you ate at least something during lunch, would walk you to your classes, and would help you bail when you couldn’t handle it any more. Steve was a rock. Out of the entire group, you always thought that Steve would have the hardest time dealing with things. But on the contrary, he seemed to be the most stable one. 

Granted, being interrogated by Russian KGB was definitely not a fun experience, and something he preferred not to think about. 

But he was the one that handled everything well. He helped the kids when they needed it, always there as a protector and a friend. He made sure Nancy and Robin were always alright, the ever loving sidekick of a friend. With you, he was your shoulder to cry on. He’d become one of your closest friends. That was something that Billy never really appreciated, but he trusted you and knew you had no eyes for Harrington. 

Since Billy’s been gone, Steve had done quite a bit of work to make sure he knew how to handle you. He helped you through a lot of panic attacks at school and was learning to deal with your angry outbursts. He’d been a punching bag for you a few times, and you regretted it every single time. But he had no problem letting you throw a few punches at his torso as long as he knew you were okay afterwards. 

You headed down the stairs to the kitchen, where you found your mom facing the stove. The smell coming from that direction made your mouth water. 

It occurred to you that you hadn’t eaten since the salad at lunch the day before. Your stomach rumbled as if I’m agreement as you sat down at the island. The maple syrup was already set out, and you guessed the heavenly smell was your mom’s famous French toast. She bummed as she worked, making you smile. It had been a while since you felt this rested and content. It was almost like this moment was being frozen. Because for the time being, you felt at peace. 

“I’ve got to go shopping later. Your father wants to have the Stantons over for dinner this weekend.” 

You cocked your head to the side. The Stantons were long time friends of your parents who had moved to Hawkins about five years ago. Their little girl was turning seven this year. Deryl was your father’s best friend. You got along with Samantha well enough, and their daughter Sarah was an energetic but respectful kid. 

“Do you want to invite Steve or Nancy over?” 

It had been a good while since your parents had people over. You figured it was because of everything that had happened. You were grateful for the time to stay in your quiet little bubble, but you knew it wouldn’t last forever. 

And you were happy that it was at least people you were comfortable with. 

“Maybe Steve, I think Nancy is supposed to go with Mike to California next week and is probably slammed.” you said. “Thanks.” 

Your mom turned around, setting a steaming plate in front of you. “If you feel more comfortable spending time out of the house, that’s fine, honey. Just let me know.” She smiled easily at you, and you returned it. 

“I think I’ll stay…I need to start socializing again…” It was the same thing you’d told Dustin. You knew it was true, but you didn’t fully believe it yet. You were perfectly happy to be on your own the majority of the time, but there were times you would admit to yourself that you missed your friends. 

“That’s great sweetheart!” 

You let out a quiet chuckle. “Everyone seems to think it’s a huge deal.” 

She gave you a pointed look. “What was it that Allie told you?”

You huffed. From the first moment your therapist had said those god forsaken words, they had been used as an excuse for your mom to make a big deal about even the smallest of things you managed to do. “Progress is progress, even if it’s slow.” you mumbled. 

She grinned at you. “Exactly! Dustin told me you let him sit with you at lunch yesterday, and that you actually ate!” 

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride bloom in your chest. While you wouldn’t admit it, you were happy with the progress you’d made so far. A couple months ago, you wouldn’t have even dared let anyone get near you. Yesterday, you ate lunch, sat with Dustin, and you were fairly sure you’d made a new friend with Eddie. 

“It was just a salad…”

“But still. And you’re scarfing down that toast like your life depends on it.” she pointed out. 

A knock on the door cut your conversation short. You glanced over your shoulder, managing not to wince at the sudden sound. Your mother grinned at you once again before turning and heading to the door. She opened it to reveal Dustin with Steve standing behind him. “Come on in, guys.” she said, motioning them to step inside. 

The followed her direction, stepping in as Dustin set his bag down by the door. Steve shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack beside the door before heading into the kitchen. 

“Smells great,” Dustin commented, flashing a smile up at your mom. 

“Little miss grumbler over there just got up a bit ago. I made some French toast.”

“There’s plenty of it,” you called, making a face at your mom. She laughed. “I definitely won’t eat it all.”

Steve rubbed his hands together. “Oooh, don’t mind if I do!” he exclaimed. 

You couldn’t help the chuckle that threatened to bubble from you at the sight. He looked like a little kid in the candy store. You hadn’t ever seen Steve turn down food. never known Steve to turn down a chance to eat. 

Dustin pulled out the chair beside you and hopped up, eyeing you up and down. “You look rested.” he said eventually. 

“I feel rested too.” 

Steve shoved a piece of French toast into his mouth before appraising your appearance for himself. “Have you lost more weight?” 

Shit. 

You were really hoping he hadn’t noticed. But considering the way your cheeks had thinned and even hollowed, it was hard not to notice. 

“A bit…” you answered quietly. 

He nudged your hand, which had dropped to the countertop as you looked down, cheeks flushing red. “Hey, look at me, Bambi.” he said gently. You raised your eyes to meet his, only to find him smiling. “I’m happy you’re eating now. And I’m proud of you.” 

You nodded once, taking a deep breath and soaking in the praise. While you knew they would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, they were also not afraid to tell you when you were really screwing up. Both of them had gotten their feathers ruffled on more than one occasion when they found out you weren’t eating. It was something you had been trying to work through with Allie, but sometimes it just didn’t stick. You were thankful that you had the boys to knock some sense into you when you needed it. 

Dustin quickly butt in, realizing you were getting uncomfortable. Steve’s gaze softened at you when you looked back down at the table. 

“Sooo…don’t hate me…” 

You immediately became suspicious and snapped your head around to Dustin. You narrowed your eyes and stared the younger teenager down. “What did you do?” 

He held his hands up in a defensive gesture. “It wasn’t me!” he exclaimed. “Some of the guys got sick, we had to push the campaign to next week.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that when Mike is leaving? And Lucas has a game, doesn’t he?” 

Dustin nodded. “We’re doing it Friday night. That way Mike can join. Lucas is almost always on the bench, so I’m sure he’ll come too.” 

You hummed as Steve looked at you in surprise. “Okay. At least that gives me some extra time to mentally prepare myself.” 

“You’re doing a DnD campaign?” Steve asked. 

You looked up at him and nodded. “I think it’s time.” you explained softly. 

“Besides, she’s already met Eddie and she can handle him-“ 

“She met Eddie?!” Steve snapped, turning his attention to Dustin. “I thought you told me you were going to wait for a controlled environment, Henderson.” 

Again, Dustin assumed a defensive position. “It wasn’t my fault! He just showed up yesterday at lunch!” 

Steve turned to you for confirmation, and you nodded. “Everyone thinks Eddie is so great, but I don’t understand it. He’s a loudmouth metal head that likes to talk smack.” 

“He’s actually not that bad,” you pointed out. “He…he helped me out of a panic attack.” 

That made Steve pause. “Dustin?” 

“It’s true. Dude was amazing.” 

“He even checked on me before I went home. He seems to be a nice guy.” 

Steve scoffed, mumbling under his breath. 

“Aww, are you jealous Dustin has a new friend?” you teased. 

He rolled his eyes. “A full day’s sleep sure brought that damn sass back.” 

You grinned. “It never left, Stevie.” 

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Steve: Billy and I are so close that we finish each other-- Billy: Off. Steve: … |Steve: Try again. Billy: … Billy: ...dead? Steve: You know what never mind.

[sweatergirlsposts]

Imagine Billy Acting like he Doesn’t Understand Most Homework so he Can Get You to Tutor Him

“This is bull shit (Y/N), can we do something else? Like go for a ride?”

“I swear that you are obsessed with that car Billy. Tell you what, If you can answer this,” you wrote the hardest equation problem you knew and slide it in front of him, “then we can take a break”  

Three minutes had past before Billy slid the paper back in front of you, Billy stood up and grab his jacket and keys on the other side of the table.  

Assuming that Billy finished the equation and you started looking it over. 

The answer was right. This equation was supposed to be the very thing that Billy said he’d ‘struggled’ with. 

That con man.

You gasp, “You tricked me?!”

 “Whatever come on, take a break,” Billy winked walking out to go start the car

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