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yikesharringrove · 4 years ago

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In one of the bdsm au stories Billy had mentioned piercing Steve's nipples, I wonder if you could expand on that, how he felt getting it done and how much he likes the healed piercings.

Hell yeah, bdsm au, needless to say, smutty

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Steve was sitting on Billy’s lap, wearing nothing but a pair of cute little panties, his leather collar, and nipple clamps.

He was squirming, hands behind his back as Billy played with the clamps, forcing Steve to get off just by rutting on his thigh.

“Such a good little slut for Daddy. Do anything I tell you.” Steve whined. He wasn’t allowed to speak. Billy tugged on the clamps, making Steve jerk and moan. “Your nipples are so sensitive. Remember when I tattooed you? And you got so hard for Daddy?” He slapped Steve, his cheek stinging and red. “You loved the needle digging into your skin.” He tugged on the clamps again, pulling them off.

Steve writhed on his thigh, and came, soaking the little panties.

And Billy got an idea.

“I have a surprise for you, Kitten.”

It had been a few days since Steve had cum against Billy’s leg, and Billy was beginning stage one of his plan.

He handed Steve the little black box.

He opened it softly, eyes going wide at what was inside.

Two silver barbells.

“I wanna pierce your nipples.” Steve looked up at him, swallowing thickly. Billy watched the movement of his throat under the collar. “Or just one. But I think you’d love it. The whole process, and it makes them so sensitive. Could probably get you off just by tuggin’ on ‘em.”

Steve licked his lips slowly.

“Okay.”

He was back in the chair where he had first met Billy.

Everything about this was so similar, being in the piercing studio again, admiring all of Billy’s ink under the fluorescent lighting.

But it was so different.

It was after hours, the sun long set and the front door locked. They were alone in the studio as Billy sanitized the jewelry, laying out the sterile needle and the clamp we would be using.

He smiled at Steve, loosening his collar a few notches.

“Want you to be able to breath okay.” He tugged on the ring in front, grinning when Steve’s breath hitched.

He washed his hands, putting on clean latex gloves, rubbing down Steve’s chest with an alcohol wipe.

Steve shivered. the wipe was cool against his nipples, already so sensitive as he thought about what was about to happen.

Billy put the left on in the clamp, opening the packaging on the needle.

“On the count of three, Sugar.” He lined up the needle to the guiding hole in the clamp.

“One, two, three-” he shoved the needle through.

Steve gasped, tensing up in an effort not to arch into the pain, he sucked in a few deep breaths as Billy pulled the needle through, working quickly to put in the jewelry before he was too swollen.

He screwed on the little ball, wiping at the new piercing gently, cleaning up the little blood that had dripped out.

His eyes were dark.

“Fuck, Stevie. So sexy.” He needed to actively remember not to touch the piercing, new and finicky as it is.

But he loved the metal barbell now sitting in Steve’s nipple, couldn’t fucking wait until it was healed enough for him to get his fingers on it, his mouth.

“You want the other one?”

“Yeah, yes please.” Steve’s voice had gone all breathy.

Little pain slut.

He worked quickly, clamping the other nipple, getting it all ready.

Steve breathed through this one better, expecting the pain of it. Billy took out the needle, tossing it into the sharps collector, and situating the jewelry just so.

He helped Steve stand up, stood plastered to his back as he took in the new jewelry.

Steve loved it.

The metal stood out so pretty against his skin, red and puffy from the piercings, just like they got when Billy was a little mean with them.

He thought about Billy getting his teeth on the piercings, tugging on them, letting them go, giving Steve the same rushing feeling as when Billy pulled of his clamps.

Steve had been taking extra good care of his new piercings, cleaning them a few times a day.

He had gotten the jewelry downsized a few weeks ago, and they were completely healed.

And Billy wanted to play with them.

He got Steve stripped naked, tied to the bed with a gag in his mouth.

Billy sat between his legs.

“What a pretty picture.” He brushed his hands up Steve’s torso, feeling the way his muscles jumped under Billy’s touch. He pushed his hands up, up, up, and flicked both thumbs over Steve’s nipple rings.

Steve gasped, bucking his hips, trying to spread his legs a little further.

Billy had made him kneel face down on the floor and finger himself open for close to an hour before he tied Steve up. He was hard, his cock leaking and so very red against his stomach.

He tried to say something through the ball gag.

“Can’t hear you, Princess.” He flicked the nipple rings again. Steve arched his back, whining out, drool dripping down his chin. Billy leaned down to kiss his jaw, wet kisses just above his thick collar. “You okay?”

Two snaps. I’m good.

Billy reached down, pinching his nipples, tugging roughly on them.

Steve arched his back, sobbing out around the ball gag. He smirked at him.

“What you want, Baby? Use you words.” Steve pouted around the gag, made his eyes go all big and sweet. He shifted a little.

Billy knew all his tricks so well. When he would go all demure, wiggle around, try to distract Billy.

They were well practiced at this game, Steve pretending to play around, pretending he didn’t want Billy to call him out, find some way to punish him.

He whined through the gag.

Billy reached forward, hitting him in the chest. He caught one of the nipple rings as he hit.

Steve’s eyes went wide, he sobbed out.

“You like that, Princess?”

Steve nodded, whining out something that sounded vaguely like yes, Daddy.

He hit him again, an open palm slap to his pec. Steve’s chest was already red from the first hit. His eyes fluttered closed. More drool slid out from under the ballgag.

“Makin’ such a mess, look at you.” He pulled his hand down Steve’s body, running a few fingers, through the little puddle of pre that had formed on his stomach. “You that needy, Baby?”

Steve nodded, his eyes wide.

“What you need?” Steve tried to talk through the gag, made noises that sound enough like your cock, Daddy for Billy to smirk.

“Yeah? You want my cock?” Some more vigorous nodding from Steve. Billy hit him again. Just for fun.

He got up off the bed, Steve tracking his every move.

He took off his shirt, folding it carefully, making Steve wait.

He folded up his jeans, only to toss them onto the dirty clothes pile Steve rolled his eyes. Billy stretched, making Steve really sit there and wait for him.

If he was gonna be a fuckin’ brat, he can learn to play by Billy’s rules.

He settled back between Steve’s legs, stroking himself slowly.

Steve was watching him flicking pouty eyes up to his face periodically. Billy licked his bottom lip, smirking at Steve.

“You want Daddy’s cock?”

Steve whined a little uh-huh.

Billy shuffled closer, Steve spreading his thighs as much as he could in the restraints.

Billy spread himself over Steve, pushing into his hole, wet with lube and so goddamn hot.

Steve’s fluttered closed again, his brain going fuzzy as he was all filled, stretching open around Billy’s cock.

He sighed around the ballgag, stuffed completely full, Billy a nice weight over him.

Billy kissed his neck, his jaw, started fucking him slow.

Steve canted his hips, tried to get him deeper.

“Don’t be greedy, Princess.” He nipped at his jaw, sucking a mark.

He reached up to tug on his nipple, Steve clenching around him.

Billy started bucking his hips faster and faster. Steve whined.

“You gonna cum, Kitten?” Steve nodded.

Billy pulled on both nipple rings, Steve arching into the feeling.

He let him go, Steve’s breath coming in sharply.

He bucked twice, cumming all over himself.

Billy fucked him through it, watching Steve fall apart so pretty underneath him.

He was soft and pliant as Billy kept fucking him, just a puddle underneath Billy to use as he pleased.

“Perfect little fucktoy.” Steve’s eyes were hazy. “Just let me use your tight little hole whenever I want.” Steve nodded slowly.

Billy thrust his hips a couple more times, and came inside Steve.

He gave himself a moment before pulling out, taking Steve’s gag off.

He stretched his jaw as Billy undid the restraints holding him to the bed. Billy rolled onto his side as Steve stretched out his body, curling up into his chest.

“How you doin’, Pretty Boy?”

“Mmm, good.” He smiled lazily up at Billy.

“Your nipples okay?” Steve huffed a laugh.

“Yeah. Nipples are good.” Billy kissed his head.

“You wanna get dinner? Order in?”

“Gimme a minute, Bill. Brain no worky.” Billy huffed a laugh.

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just-my-fandom · 5 years ago

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Embrace (Billy Hargrove x Reader) SMUT

Only 120 more followers until we reach 1k AHHHH

I included a little smutty part for someone who requested, yes youre welcome I know, im amazing. So this requires a mature warning oop

Warning; smut 18+

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"Can you at least tell me whats going on?"

Your house is silent. Your parents have gone on a business trip almost a week ago, and wont be back for another two, leaving you charge of the house, leaving enough money for food every day and personal needs,

You lean against the wall of your living room, finger twirling the phone cord tangled around your arm mindlessly,

"I'll explain when I get there," Billys voice is quiet, a shout in the background from Neil causing you to jump, "Just- wait outside for me?"

You sigh, rubbing your eyelids tiredly and nodding, remembering he cant see your actions, "Yeah. See you,"

Pressing your phone back to the wall, you shrug on the jakcet hanging on the rack mear the front door, and youre glad you dont have to stand in the cold too long, Billys '79 Camaro pulling into your driveway,

"Mind telling me why the hell Neil was so pissed off?" You walk up to his car, arms crossed as he stands up, closing the door behind him. Thats when you catch his gaze, his cheek bruised and his nose busted with blood,

"Holy shit," You grab his arm, tugging him into your house and pushing him near your kitchen so you could close and lock the front door, "What the hell happened?"

"Its my dad," Billy pulls off his jean jacket, dropping it on the back of a kitchen chair, "Max ran out of the house and I was apparently held responsible for it,"

"So he beat you?" Your hand grabs at his jaw, turning his head side to side to examine the wounds, "Fucking asshole,"

Billy chuckles at your mutter, leaning back into the kitchen counter to watch you open the medicine cabinet, pulling out alcohol and bandages,

"And that," You stand on your toes, pressing a alcohol damped cloth to his nose, "Is why youre staying here tonight, let him cool off,"

"Was already planning on it, sweetheart," Billy places his hands at your waist, watching you wipe away any remaining blood from his nose and patch a bandage to his cheek, "Like I got my own personal nurse,"

"Dont think you got it easy Hargrove," You set the cloth to the side, hands at his torso, "I'm still pissed you called me at almost," You glance at the clock on the wall, "One in the morning,"

"Good thing its summer," Billy leans down, his large hand guiding your face closer to his. He pauses, lips hovering over yours, and you grin, leaning up so your lips pressed to his roughly,

"I have a diagnosis," You hum against his mouth, pulling at the buttond on his shirt, "You're in desperate need of immediate treatment, and Im just the girl you're looking for,"

Billys hands curl at the back of your jeaned thighs, lifting you up and turning to sit you on the counter behind him,

"My hero," Billy mutters, leaning back long enough to tear off your shirt, throwing the fabric behind him, hand sliding under your bra strap, shoving it down your arm so his lips had access to the exposed skin,

"This wasnt planned, was it?" You breathe out into his ear, fingers fisting at his hair,

"This is never planned sweetheart," Billy pulls you forward so your pelvic meets his, his hips rutting against your covered area between your thighs, "But Im feeling much better now,"

Your hand raise to his face, thumbs drawing across his cheek bones, eyes searching his for any rejection in your action,

"You know your father loves you, deep down," You whisper, sliding your hand to the back of his neck and allowing him to drag his lips down your neck, "Hes just stubborn, like you,"

"Youre really pushing it, babydoll," Billys hands press at your inner thighs, slowly drawing them apart, "You dont know how hard Im trying not to take you on this counter,"

"How uncomfortable," You tease, leaning away from his touch, "Carry me to my bedroom?"

"The couch is closer," Billy swiftly eases you into his arms, walking only a few steps before dropping you on the couch, crawling over you for better access, "Now, try not to disturb the neighbors this time, yeah?"

"No promises," Your head falls back, knocking the armrest in time for Billys hand to slip through your jeans, finger pressing to your panties,

Your eyes fall shut, chest meeting his in an arch when his middle finger slides past your folds, allowing you to swallow him,

Your mouth drops in a moan, Billy looking up from where his hand worked to meet your eye's, free hand drawing to your mouth,

"Shh, baby doll," Billy curls his finger, your gasp blocked by his palm, "Ive got you,"

"Guess your nose doesnt hurt anymore, huh?" You choke out, grinning as he rolls his eyes and draws his hand back, forcing it forward,

"Time for me to pay my medical bill," Billys fingers loop at your jeans, tugging them down and tossing them over his shoulder, hands lifting your thighs so his lips could brush at your stomach,

"Youve got a big bill, young man," Your eye's pinch shut, Billy chuckling and pressing his lips to your sex, sucking roughly to add pressure,

You gasp, loudly you note, hands reaching for anything and ending at the cushions, brain fuzzy when Billys tongue presses into your folds, your juices settling at his tongue,

"So sweet," Billy lowers your hips, hands pulling at his belt buckle to give you time to catch your breath, "I should have came sooner,"

"Your father did you a favor," You sit up, backing him against the couch and settling into his lap, lowering yourself into his pulled member, "A nurse must care for her patient,"

Billy chuckles, hands resting at your hips to roll you forward, his lips parting to release a low groan when your clit finally touches the tip of his dick,

"Gonna ride me, baby girl?" Billy settles his lips against your hair, his pants loud in your ear,

Your head falls onto his shoulder, whimpering when he reaches balls deep, and, throwing your head back, you raise your hips, forcing them back down to meet his thrusts,

"Holy-" Billy grunts, jaw clenching as his hips rut upwards, smacking into your pussy, "Shit, sweetheart, never seen you take me like that,"

Your hands slide away from his neck, whining into his skin before your hands grab at his torso, forcing your lower body to quicken their pace,

"Billy, shit," Your eyes pinch shut, the rough smack from skin to skin echoing against the walls, "I'm gonna cum,"

Billys groan rises in volume, both arms tightening at your lower back before his hips sputter, slowly to ease You through your high,

He hums into your ear, hoarsely, raising your hips off of his to gently lay you down, grabbing a tissue to wipe your lower area clean,

"I think Im cured," Billy winks, your smile tired as you laugh quietly, pecking his lips slowly,

"Good. But that was just half your medical bill,"

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #billy smut #stranger things spoilers #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years ago

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I had a terrible thought. I want to preface this by saying that I have a difficult time starting new fics when I finish one that I love, even if I’m excited to read it. After reading Metamorphosis, it was difficult to start Falling, and now I am having a similar issue with M&M. Though I enjoy it already and am rooting for the couples! This made me think of reincarnation aus. What if Indrid knew Duck’s soul in a previous life of the latter, but after losing him had to go on?

In addition, Indrid is overjoyed when he realizes he’s finally found Duck again?

Apparently, I’m in a “what if” mood? I was thinking about how Indrid views so many timelines, the way Garnet does. How you mentioned in various parts of the Falling series. What if Duck does follow the “canonical” path, right up until he’s about to leave for Brazil? Indrid living their life through visions of what could have been? BUT THEN, because I can’t stand sad endings, Duck suddenly regains his memories(via your personal choice of magical means) and....(ran out of space)

Okay, so this is wild: A week ago, I was thinking about how I’d do a soulmates/Reincarnation story, because those AUs are not my jam but I was procrastinating (side note: I too struggle to move from one story to another when I read; your brain has to finish the rinse cycle on the universe you were in before starting on the next one)

Behind the cut for angst (with a happy ending) and, perhaps obviously, mentions of death. The fics I reference (for those who spot them) do not, canonically, relate to each other like this but since we’re playing “what if?...

Indrid Cold hangs up the phone.

See you tomorrow?

Is that all he could really think of? But then again, Leo had been in danger prior to that and the whole tree mess is wrecking havoc on his mind. But then again, what could he have said.

Over a century ago, in another life, you hunted me when all my failures turned me to self interest?

Nearly a century ago, I told fortunes in dusty tents and lifted heavy things for their amusement?

As soon as I heard your voice, I knew it was you?

He shakes his head; maybe he’s wrong. Maybe Duck isn’t the man he has loved and lost twice over in his time on earth. Maybe his intuition and visions are wrong.

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They’re not wrong. This helps him very little. Because while he remembers, Duck does not. He watches the disgust on his face at the state of the trailer, the fear when he removes his glasses.

Yes, the mess has gotten rather bad. But the first time we met was in a cave.

Please don’t be afraid of me. Please remember all the times you lay in these spindly arms, wrapped in my wings.

Please remember.

Duck saving Billy is so familiar. So like him, and when Indrid sees the argument between him and Minerva play out in the futures hes awash with pride. Stubborn and kind, not nearly as bloodthirsty as fate wishes him to be.

Strong too, if the punch is any indication.

“I’m gonna save the Mothman.”

You remember. Some part of you remembers. You thought to save me before anything.

“That’s the whole tourism industry of Point Pleasant right there.”

Well, fuck me I guess.

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He sits in the trailer for a week after the tree is destroyed. There are futures where Duck comes to apologize, to check on him, to ask for his help.

No matter how many times he plays them over, they do not materialize.

He can’t force the issue. He can’t. He can’t bring himself to go see Duck. The last time, while he never remembered, he seemed as drawn to Indrid as Indrid was to him, their loving blooming naturally as they traveled together.

Duck Newton has fought fate all his life. He’s been hounded to take up a destiny he did not want. Indrid will not be another voice yammering about fate and destiny in his ear. The man he loved, the man he could easily love again, deserves better.

He starts the trailer, and pulls away from the forest.

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The images of the end play out, over and over, as he drives. He tries to drown them out with the timelines he cherishes that never came to be; Duck falling asleep in his arms, Duck kissing him in the snow, Duck seeking him out when everything went to hell.

“It could use some work.”

I will not allow the Quell to take you. Even if you never remember me, never love me, are never even my friend.

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His wings ache, still sore from where something bit them during the fight. He’s staying at the Lodge while the Bago gets repaired (a Quell Rhino went straight through it). Outside he hears Duck laughing, Minivera’s booming laugh underscoring it.

I really did not see that one coming.

Duck is excited for Brazil. He is excited to be with Minerva. He is excited for his future, and Indrid would never, ever, ever take that from him.

“I do not wish to be apart from you. My life has more color, more substance, more futures in it when I am with you. I love you, and I want to stay by your side for as long as you’ll have me. You seem to feel the same about me and wish me to stay. I’m proposing a way that can be true.”

“You’re askin' me to marry you?” Indrid gives the smallest nod as confirmation. His lover turns the ring over in his fingers.

“Well?” Indrids' voice is soft, shy, unsure.

“Mr. Cold, I do believe I’ll accept your proposal.” He slips the ring onto his finger, holds up his hand and watches Indrid slump forward on the table in relief.

Two out of three meetings lead to love, that is more than he could ever dreamed of.

“Is that what you’d like? For me to carry you away?” Indrid brushes their noses together.

“So goddamn much.” The strong-man closes the half-inch between them. It’s as gentle and as tender as first kiss ought to be, their lips learning the shape of each other and teasing at the promise of more.

When Indrid pulls back, pressing their joined hands to his cheek, he whispers, “simply say the word, and it will be so.”

He can’t go back to Sylvain. What good is a seer who can’t let go of the past?

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“Indrid? Oh, there you are buddy.” Duck grins at him, setting the box down on the small table in the trailer, “this was stuff they had to move when they were fixin’ it. Didn’t want to chuck it without lettin’ you look through it.”

“Thank you, Duck.” Indrid begins emptying the box, and Duck helps him, setting things in to neat piles.

“Are you excited for your journey?”

“Uh. Yeah, uh, hell, fuck, hell yeah.”

Indrid looks at him, worried.

“I’m havin’ second thoughts. And Minnie and I done nothin’ but fight the last three days.”

“All couples do, I am told.”

“Yeah but this, these feel like bigger fights. Things we need to hash out before we move to totally new fuckin continent.”

“Perhaps you can defer your work? That would give you time to work things out.”

“Ain’t sure that’s a--shit!” The sketchbook turns out to be a stack of loose papers, and they tumble from Duck’s hands. The ranger kneels down along with Indrid, and as they gather them up, Duck’s hands slow.

“Indrid? Why are these all of me?”

With horror, he sees the futures that did not come to pass, but that he drew anyway so he could look at them, held in Duck’s hands.

“They, ah, they were just futures. You must have been having a busy day, or, or something.”

“Hold up, they ain’t just of me. Seems like there’s a lot of us, uh, together. Really together.” Duck blushes, setting aside a page in a hurry as Indrid wills the floor to open up and swallow him.

“As I said, just futures.”

“Futures you wanted?”

“I, ah, I...”

“Wait, how old is this one? Did you so somethin funny to the paper?” Duck holds up the brown and brittle page.

“Huh. That fella looks like me if I were, I dunno, dressin up like a cowboy.”

“Sheriff.” Indrid corrects softly, “that was sheriff Jake Ellis. I man I loved many, many years ago. As far as I can surmise, he is a past life of yours. There was another in between who I, ah, I also loved. Who was also you.”

“........What the fuck?”

“A reasonable reaction. You should go.”

“Wait, Indrid, why didn’t you say nothin?”

“Would you have honestly enjoyed someone saying ‘by the by, we were lovers in two of your past lives, I already feel myself growing attached to you, so please date me because this feels like fate?”

“Okay, fair point, I woulda hated that. Why not stick around then, be my friend, lemme get to know you?”

“You deserved better than my lurking in the shadows in hopes of you loving me.”

“Indrid-”

“Please leave.“ Indrid points to the door. Duck hesitates, then stands and exits the trailer, gait subdued.

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Duck hears the sad chirring start as soon as the door shuts. He turns, heading into the woods. He needs some time to think.

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It cant be

“Duck? Your, your flight, you missed it.” It’s been a month since he last saw the ranger.

“Yeah. And, uh, Minerva’s stayin with Leo for a bit. Had some things I wanted to sort out in Kepler before I did anythin’ else.”

“Please don’t tell me this is due to my drawings. I cannot bear the thought of you setting aside your life on the off-chance you might come to love me.”

Duck shifts side to side, “Are you at least willin to give me a chance?” He holds out his hand.

Indrid looks at the futures, but they’re too jumbled by his own indecision to be much help.

“Very well. Two months. If you still feel nothing more than friendship for me after that, please promise me you'll forget about me.”

Duck nods, takes his head, “Deal.”

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Indrid yawns, pads into the living room still half-asleep. Waiting for him on the table is a vase of flowers and a mega-pack of fruit gushers, along with a note.

Happy six months, darlin. See you tonight.

-Love, Duck.

#Indruck #angst with a happy ending

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stinkyweasley · 5 years ago

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Slip up.

Basically your condom breaks with Billy because he’s fucking massive jokes .its rlly because it was old. Smut and fluff.

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creds to the gif owner.

Dragging Billy in by the collar of his shirt you removed your top and pushed him down onto your double bed, seeing the lust filled in his eyes he quickly tossed his shirt over his head, leaving him shirtless and you could see his tattoos. You told him if he ever got a chest tattoo you’d fuck him, and 3 weeks ago he did.

You had been avoiding it since you actually had a crush on him since high school but were always intimidated by the girls he attracted. Not gonna lie to yourself, you were hot. But you were never good at relationships, seeing as you hooked up with most of the football team just to spite most people.

You weren’t going to, but you and Steve had a bet, it was either, Steve get a girlfriend before you hook up with the whole basketball team. He got a girlfriend because a lot of guys are actually loyal, which is a shocker.

Remembering what you were doing you realized his fingers were between your thighs, giving you a low moan in his ear. Earning him a cheeky grin he grabbed your hips and pulled you onto him. Lifting your skirt up and taking your panties off you reached over him to your nightstand to grab a condom, whilst he was taking off his pants and boxers.

“Wait, do you only have one condom left?” He said seeing you throwing away your box of condoms and opening the package with your teeth.

“Uh huh, I used the rest.” You told him sliding the condom down his hard cock even though the condom felt weird. You ignored it, and Billy didn't even notice, he was just grabbing your thighs pulling you towards him.

He was preparing himself, as were you, looking into his eyes, you were about to lower yourself on him but he stopped you. “I don’t wanna be that guy,” Oh no. “But, I’ve liked you since the day I showed up to Hawkins and seen you hanging around Steve, I was scared you’d never go for me.” Aw baby. “And then you said 2 months ago about the tattoo, and I finally seen a shot--” You didn’t let him finish, you pushed your lips on his, they molded together perfectly.

“Billy Hargrove, you absolute moron.” You said while grabbing his face and kissing him after each word. You looked him in the eyes. “I would have fucked you even without the tattoo, I just think you look extra sex with tattoos.” What you said flipped a switch, he lifted your body up to turn you so he was on top. Squeezing your thighs slightly he attached his mouth to your neck, making his way down until he heard you whimper under him.

Sucking on your soft skin, leaving you hickies that you might have to explain to your roommate Steve tomorrow. His mouth back on you before you could even think twice. His tongue pushing past your lips as his hands started to travel around your body, mainly your inner thighs and ass. He was taking his time.

Getting slightly impatient with the man of the hour you decided to push your hips against his. His mouth swallowing your moans whilst you were attempting to get more friction between the two of you. “I’m basically naked and you’re just massaging my body, I want you to fuck me, Billy Hargrove.” You told him, while reaching below and grabbing his cock aligning himself with your entrance.

His focus was back on your face when you bucked your hips up to his hardness, sliding along your wetness. Letting out small groans, you were panting against his lips, His tip brushed against your needy clit and you whined and begged for him.

His cock sliding into you slowly, his hands holding your hips in place as you groaned into his mouth. “You’re so fucking tight,” He growled. Yet, he remained still due to the tightness of your walls around him. “Please move,” You begged. So he did, whimpering at the stretch, stinging for a moment as you got used to the fullness you felt.

“I fucking knew you’d be tight, but I didn't expect this.” He moaned into your neck, grabbing you and pulling you flush against his body as he fucked you. Snapping his hips at you, he paused.

“What’s wrong keep going?” You questioned, letting go of your bed sheets and grabbed his face in your hands. He looked down between your thighs, and then back up at you. Fear running in his eyes. You had never seen this look before, well other than one other time.

He quickly pulled out of you and turned away, leaving you empty. “Baby, what's going on?” You asked before grabbing your shirt off the floor and throwing it over your head.

“The condom broke,” He stuttered, grabbing his boxers off the floor and pulling them on, along with his jeans. He went to grab his shirt before you went over and grabbed his wrist, almost forcing him to look at you.

He had sadness in his eyes, they were almost watering, he was going to cry. “Billy, it’s okay.” You told him, grabbing his face in your hands and his eyes were now puffy.

“It’s not okay, we’re not ready for a kid.” He told you, pulling your hands away from his face before sitting on your bed, his head in his hands.

“Billy, I cant have children,” You stuttered, that being something only a few people know about you. Your doctor confirmed it 6 months ago, however said it could change over the years.

He didn’t say anything, he just stayed in his same position. You felt alone, empty, and worried for what Billy was going to think. Before you knew it, he was pulling you into a hug, holding your head and pulling you close to him. “I would like you no matter what.” He told you into your hair, followed by him pulling away and pulling you into a soft short kiss. “What’s your go-to Ice cream? I’ll pick some up and we can binge some movies and eat ice cream, and yes I’ll be your boyfriend.”

“You’re a jackass you know that, and I love cookies and crème.”

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blerbdrops · 5 years ago

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bad name (b.h. x fem rdr)

im drunk and thirsty for billy hargrove and i thought of this in the back of an uber lets GET IT

summary: you and billy used to date. emphasis on used to. now, you stay away from him at all costs but keep finding yourself drawn to him, coming back all over again.

warnings: smut (18+),angst if you squint kind of ((i never wrote angst before. forgive me lmfao)), slight praise kink, underage drinking, smoking probably, toxic relationships, billy hargrove in himself counts as a warning right ? unprotected sex. wrap it before you tap it folks!! fluff towards the end i guess. oh everyone in this fic is 18 and older btw bc smut LMAO

song inspo that u should also listen to when reading this: you give love a bad name x bon jovi, i hate myself for loving you x joan jett & the blackhearts

it was another saturday night, and tina invited you to another one of her ragers. again. not like you had anything against partying, as any teenager in a small town like hawkins, but you knew your ex was going to be there and you really werent trying to see him. you knew he was going to be there because he thrives off of attention, no matter how good OR bad it was.

you and billy dated for six months. six months you had tamed the beast in him. but it all came undone when he had some other bitch wrapped around his arm in the school parking lot like grip tape on a wooden baseball bat. you spat at his feet and ended the relationship, right then and there.

or so you thought. between every hookup billy had, and every guy you managed to get free dinner and head from, you two were drawn back to each other but in a sick, twisted way. like a fly caught in a spiders web. sometimes he was the fly, and you the spider.

tonight though, you were two beers and three rum & cokes deep. the bass of the music thrummed through your body. not like you were dancing though. you only came to get drunk and get laid. and you were already drunk.

you smoothed out the crinkle in your denim mini-skirt, leaning against a wall, surveying the crowd. you caught billy in your vision, frizzy blond curls and all, dancing up against some random girl from the cheer team. you didnt get jealous. i mean, how could you? you knew if you wanted him, you could have him. you did have him, at one point.

while he was dancing, he looked around and locked his gaze within yours. he licked his lips at you, to which you returned a sultry wink. you used your tongue to wrap around the straw in your cup of spiked punch to bring it closer to your mouth and raised an eyebrow at him. he took sight of this and eased his way off the dance floor. he slightly stumbled his way over to you. leaning his arm against the wall above you, he looked down at you. he placed his hand on the small of your back, bringing you closer into him. he knew what you liked.

“hey sweetheart.” he purred into your ear. “you look real good tonight.”

you flushed, letting out a laugh. “and so do you. couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

he smirked at you, licking his lower lip. “lets get out of here. you and me, for old times sake?”

you knew fucking him was gonna be bad. so, so bad for the both of you. but the heat pooling between your legs led you to believe otherwise.

“take me to my place, baby.” you purred into his ear. he grabbed you by the hand and led you both to his car, opening the passenger door for you. you both eased yourself into the brown leather bucket seats of his camaro. before he turned on his car, he grabbed the fabric of your shirt and pulled you in for a fervent, needy kiss. it was full of sin, fire, and teeth biting on lips. you both had to exercise restraint, because you both had a long night ahead.

the ride was spent with his hand gripping your thigh, and vice versa. neither of you wanted to lose physical contact with each other. he pulled into your empty driveway, save for your car being in there.

“where are your folks?” he asked, turning to you.

“gone for the weekend. went to go sightsee or something.” you replied. “wouldnt have brought you to mine if they were home anyways.”

“i know doll.” you both exit the car and waste no time in getting to the front door. you fumble with the keys, not being able to concentrate with billy’s hard dick grinding up against your ass. you groaned at the feeling and ground back into him, earning the slightest moan from him.

once you got in and slammed the door shut behind you, it was a wrap.

he smashed his lips into yours, pressing you against the front door of your house. you returned the heated kiss to him. you bit his lower lip, eliciting a moan from him. you took this chance and slid your tongue into his mouth. the both of you becoming more aroused, you untucked his shirt from his pants and threw it off of him. he pulled off your shirt in one fell swoop, exposing your braless chest. he groaned at the sight of your barren chest and began leaving sloppy, drunken kisses down your neck, on your collarbone and breasts. he licked a trail up back to your neck and nipped at the shell of your ear.

“miss me, baby girl? i know you fuckin’ did.” he purrs into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“more than anything, daddy.” you bit at his neck, fiddling with the belt buckle at his waist, wanting more of him against you.

he picks you up and you wrap your legs around him, letting his strong arms carry you up to your bedroom. once you two get in your room, he lets you go gently on your bed, and you pull off your skirt and kick off your shoes, leaving yourself in your black thong. he gets visibly harder through his denim jeans.

“ugh you take too long. i want you right now.” you unfasten his black leather belt and cast it off to the empty side of the bed, the side that used to be his. you yank his pants and boxers down, and his erection springs out and bounces against his washboard abs. you throw your hair up into a ponytail and lick down his entire shaft. he lets out a breathy moan at this.

he missed the way you looked with your mouth wrapped around his long, hard member. he loved the way you looked when you’d take his whole length in your mouth and looked up at him with innocent eyes.

he snaked his hands to your ponytail and you raised an eyebrow at him, pulling his hands away from you and pinning them to his sides. he moaned at the way you took charge. you were the only girl who challenged him in bed. you bobbed your head against him as he slowly thrust into your mouth. you looked up at him and met his gaze, smiling as best as you could with his dick in your mouth.

“my god, angel.” he groaned out. “you look so goddamn good right now.”

you hummed against him, feeling his orgasm ever so slightly build up. but you werent going to let him cum just yet.

you pulled off of him, releasing his wrists from your grip and slowly pumping him. “hold out for me, baby boy.” he immediately pulls you off of his knees and places you on the bed, leaving rough kisses along your body, love bites on your collarbone and breasts. he used his teeth to pull down your underwear, discarding of them completely with his hands when they got low enough. he gently kissed along the insides of your thighs, his breaths teasing your pussy as you grew wetter for him.

he gently traces his index finger along your folds, chuckling darkly. “so wet. and its all for me, huh angel?”

you sigh, head hitting your fluffy pillows. “yes baby. all for you. please, please dont keep me waiting any longer. i need you.”

and that was all it took. he dove into you face first, flattening his tongue out and licking along your slit. your hands sunk into his blond mop, gripping tighter at him. you felt the vibration of his moan throughout your entire body and you let a sinful moan escape your lips. he took this as incentive to pull you closer by your thighs and really taste you.

he ate you out like you two were never going to fuck again. his tongue found its way to your clit. he used one of his free hands to pull back the hood on your clit to expose it further. you arched your back into him, moans becoming louder. this only spurred him on as he gently sucked on your exposed clit. he used his other free hand to slide two fingers inside you. your grip on his hair got tighter as you rode his face, essentially. you felt your thigh muscles contract as you almost hit your orgasm. keyword: almost. he stops, and you whine at the loss of his mouth. the sight of him is almost holy.

his blond curls tumbled down and hit his shoulders, his eyes glassy and full of fire, lust, and desire. his lips glistened in the dim light of your room, full, pink and swollen. his smooth skin shone, and you swear you almost came at the sight of him.

“bend over for me sugar.” he says to you, in a sultry and demanding way. you flip over with ease, giving him the perfect view of your ass. you pulled a pillow closer to your face, letting it rest there. he looked at you dreamily.

“atta girl. youre so fucking sexy.” he kissed your ass, which made you moan and push back on him, letting the tip of his dick graze against your wet pussy.

“fuck babygirl. youre so goddamn wet. i love that.” he moaned, teasing you and himself at your entrance. “dripping wet, and all for me. your pussy is so damn beautiful.”

you moaned into the pillow before picking your head up, “my GOD billy! please just fuck me into my mattress already, i cant wait much longer. i need that big, thick dick inside me so fucking bad baby.”

without anymore hesitation, he slid into you with ease. you both moaned at feeling each other like this again. he thrusted into you harder and harder. you bit the pillow as he laid a harsh smack against your ass, watching it redden.

“oh god baby! yes, yes, yes!!” you moan out loudly, throwing your ass back against him as he fucked you. he loved when you fucked him back, loved watching your ass jiggle against his pelvis. he used his knees to push your legs apart, and get deeper into you.

“god, yes princess.” he let out between thrusts. “i love when you push back on me like that. you miss my dick babygirl?”

he ruts into you, you screaming out in pleasure. “AH! oh yes daddy. i missed that dick inside me.” you felt the pressure of your orgasm build in your stomach. he felt your walls clench against his dick, and he slid out of you.

“on your back. now.” he demanded. you threw yourself against your soft blankets as he nudged your legs spread eagle in front of him. he slid into you once more, starting with slow, deep strokes.

“oh baby. go faster, please.” you begged him. he smiled at you.

“hm? you want me to go faster? you mean.. like this?” he picked up his pace, fast enough to arouse you but not to harm you. he knew you too well and you were too stubborn to admit it.

“o-oh fuck yes! just like that. my god baby!!” you screamed out, burying your face into the crook of his neck and biting down. this only made him rut into you harder. he lifted up one of your legs and let it rest against his shoulder, allowing him to hit your g-spot with every thrust.

“oh, you like that babygirl?” he cooed. “i know you fuckin’ do. god, i missed this pussy so goddamn much!” he thrusted into you, not being able to hold out much longer. not with the way you writhed against him, or how his name seemed to roll off your tongue with ease. “who’s pussy is this? who do you belong to?” he demanded an answer, and who were you to deny him that luxury?

“fuck, daddy! its yours, its all yours.” you drew out your moan, clawing into his back. “you feel so fucking good. i missed you inside me so fucking much!” you cried out. your orgasm built up again, your walls tightening around billy.

“look at me, angel. look at me when you cum all over my dick.” he used his free hand to rub slow circles on your clit, sending you to the brink of your orgasm. his thrusts became sloppier and you knew he was going to cum too.

“oh! o-oh fuck DADDY! yes, yes yes!” you screamed out, your pussy spasming around his dick. he continued to rub on your clit as your nails dug into and down his back while you rode out your climax on his hand. you were both certain that those marks would take a while to fade. he didnt care.

“goddamn babygirl. im gonnna cum. where do you want it” he said, edging himself so he could hear your answer. instead of verbal response, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, ready to catch him in your mouth. he groaned at this in response, and felt his abs tighten.

“oh fuck. come here princess.” he swiftly pulls out of you and pumps himself onto your open mouth. you catch every spurt of cum and take the extra measure to lick off the excess that dripped from his tip. you slowly and gently sucked him off, making sure to clean him off in the process. you released him from your mouth with a pop and smiled, looking up at him. he was breathing heavy and so were you, sweaty from the sinful, nasty sex you two had shared.

spent, billy collapsed onto your bed. you throw off the covers, allowing you and him to get underneath them. you cracked a window to air out the room. you reached into your nightstand and pulled out a cigarette from your cigarette box and your cheap lighter and lit one up. you took a nice, long drag and exhaled before passing it to billy. you two shared a cigarette in your post-sex euphoria.

“so.” he began, “when is this gonna happen again?”

“it’ll happen when it happens. you know i cant guarantee anything for you.” you responded, finishing the cigarette and ashing out on your ashtray in the window.

“right. is that why we’re here now? and you’re not my girl?” he responded.

“billy you had some other bitch on you like white on rice when i came out into the school parking lot. thats why im not your girl.” you turned on your side, facing him. “worst part is, you embarrassed yourself, and me. that shit hurt.”

a poignant silence hung in the air. he had nothing to refute your statement with, because you cant argue facts. “(y/n). you know i still love you. right?”

you sighed. “yes. i still love you too. but i cant find it in me to keep away from you. i dont know what it is about you. you’re bad.”

“so i’ve been told.” he replies flatly. “can we- can we just enjoy what this is for now, at least?”

“yeah. we can.” you snuggled into his chest, his arm wrapping around you and pulling up the covers to keep your naked bodies warm, together.

#billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove angst #blerbdrops original content

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dazeyrains2 · 5 years ago

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Match made in hell

Post Ep6. S10.

#caryl oneshot.

...

Carol had tired herself out, interrogating the whisperer since their return back to camp. She figured a night in a cold cell with no food or water would make him talk in the morning, so she left him, bloodied nose and all.

Daryl was walking by as she exited the cell block. She called out "Hey" but he just kept on walking.

Hes still mad at me, she thought.

Watching him walk away, her eyes fell on Lydia who was quietly observing the whole thing.

"He say anything to you?" Carol asked, hoping he hadn't yet mentioned who was held up in that cell. She still didnt trust the girl.

Lydia shrugged "Nope"

But as Carol walked on, she muttered something under her breath

"What was that?"

"I said, he always seems damaged when hes been with you"

Carol was taken by surprise. "I beg your pardon?"

Lydia sat a little straighter at the bench, unafraid and unphased at her words. Carol had to admit the girl was gutsy. Almost reminded her of herself before she had met Ed. Reminded her of the girl she was trying to get back to. She quickly wondered if Sophia would have turned out the same way... likely not. She blocked the thought out quickly and took a step toward the girl.

"Its just what I see" Lydia continued "Everytime he spends time with you, he comes back looking damaged"

Carol let out an irritated sigh, she wasnt listening to this. But Lydia wasnt finished.

"If you don't feel the same about him, just be honest with him. You dont have to keep torturing the poor guy"

Carol was officially confused.

"Torturing him? What are you talking about?"

"You mean you dont know?" Lydia actually looked shocked or like she'd just stuck her foot into something dangerous.

"Know what?"

"That he's in love with you"

What?

Carol blinked, several times and shook her head until the words registered.

"Are you insane?"

"Are you?" Lydia repeated "How could you not- how can you not see that!?"

"We're friends, hes my friend, he doesn't see me that way that's ridiculous!"

"No, what's ridiculous is that he follows your every move, cant take his eyes off you and acts like a heartbroken puppy every time you lie to him"

Carol looked at her

Lie?

"I know about..."Lydia said, nodding towards the cells "Him...but dont worry, I wont say anything"

"He hasn't spoken yet" Carol said

Lydia sniggered "He will. They're weaker than they look. He'll break within a day or two"

Carol bit her lip.

"Henry told me that Daryl went out to live on his own when you moved to the kingdom" Lydia continued

"Yeah? So?"

"So...." Lydia rolled her eyes "Whatever. It's none of my business"

It wasnt, carol agreed. But Lydias words were niggling away at her like an itch under the skin

"Anyone else share this... theory" Carol asked and Lydia almost laughed.

"I'm pretty sure you're officially the last one to know about it Carol" then she stalked off, leaving Carol alone with her thoughts.

After about an hour into his rounds, a shadow approached him. His hand shifted to his bow but settled again seeing the glint of silver hair as she approached.

"Thought Billy was relieving me?"

"He is" Carol answered "I'm not here for that. You got another hour on the clock"

"Right" Daryl nodded and turned his gaze back out over the wilderness. "What you here for then?"

"An honest answer to an honest question" she answered

Daryl sniggered. "Honesty huh? Not your strongest suit"

Carol sighed stepping beside him

"I lied to protect you"

"Bullshit!" They faced one another

"Its true!"

Carol stared him down, her eyes glancing once to his mouth

"I didn't want to involve any one. Me going alone was me going rogue, it wouldn't have implicated the rest of the camp"

"You're talking shit"

"The two of us going out there would have looked more like a plan...."

"Well I'm sorry I ruined your moment to shine alone"

Carol tutted. "Oh cmon"

"Nah" Daryl answered "Your plan was selfish. Alpha wouldn't have given two shits if you'd have gone rogue. She'd have punished the lot of us. Not that it would have even matted...not if she'd have caught you"

The latter triggered something in Carol's thoughts.

"What do you mean. Why would it not have mattered?"

He looked at his boots

"Forget it." He replied

Daryl sat his bow down and folded his arms. "What was your question?"

Ah yes. The question.

Carol looked at him as he stood away from her stubbornly. She looked at his arms, at the strength she saw in them, the comfort... suddenly she felt warm. Flushed.

"Are you in love with me?"

She asked, as plainly as asking for someone to pass the salt across the dinner table. Daryl dropped his arms but his gaze remained outward.

"Apparently you do. Apparently it's so obvious that the entire camp knows about it...everyone but me..."

He didnt answer.

"Well? Do you?"

She could see him fighting for the words. Daryl wasnt good with feelings, or talking about them. She knew she was being too forward. She softened her approach, settling a hand upon his arm and relaxing her voice

"Hey..."

He turned towards her and she could have melted at the tears in his eyes

"Hey..." she repeated, smiling at him comfortingly. "Do you"

"I've loved you for a long time Carol" he finally admitted "But what on earth would a woman like you wanna to with a good for nothing like me?"

"Good for nothing?" She almost choked, forcing him to face her by tugging on his arms. He smirked at the big dopey grin on her face and let his arms drop, letting her step into him.

She reached her hands up to his face and wiped at his eyes, but forgot about her own tears forming.

"You're..." she breathed, unbelieving that this was all real

"Daryl...You're everything"

Xxxx

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biillyhargroves · 5 years ago

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i hope you’re feeling better ))): i have a fic request where steve tells the party (specifically dustin) that he cant go to an event/place they all planned (whatever you think fits) because he has a date and dustin is like “ok then bring the date!” and then steve shows up with billy and then everyone reacts to harringrove

thank you so much, friend, and thank you very much for the request!! I hope that this is ok!

where is your boy(fic requests open)

“No.”

Billy’s answer is clear, curt, succinct. He doesn’t even take his eyes off the road. When Steve tries to ask again, Billy slams his foot on the accelerator, and when Steve tries a third time he turns up the radio so loud Steve thinks the windows might break from the bass. Steve switches the knob back the other way.

“Come on,” he says.

“No.”

“Billy.”

“Why are you pushing this?”

“Billy, come on,” Steve says. “It’s one night. I promised them.”

“Oh, you promised them. Well, that changes everything.”

“Don’t give me that.”

“What?”

“That tone,” Steve says. “You’re being a real douche.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Billy says. “The douche that doesn’t want to waste a Saturday night with a bunch of thirteen year olds. Real fuckin’ asshole.”

“You are,” Steve says.

“Uh-huh,” Billy says. “What exactly did you tell them? That you had a date?”

“Yeah,” Steve says. “So?”

“Problem solved. You’ll be on your date and they can do their stupid- what is it again?”

“It’s a movie night, Billy,” Steve says. “Movies? You know them?”

“A Star Wars marathon,” Billy recalls. “Great way to spend the weekend.”

“It’s a few hours,” Steve says.

“Per movie,” Billy says.

“We can bail after one,” Steve offers. “One, Billy.”

“Do they even know who your date is?” Steve is silent, brow furrowed as he studies Billy’s profile. Billy lets the question hang in the air between them, and no matter hard Steve hopes, the whistle of wind fighting through the cracked-open windows crack is not enough to wash it out. Eventually, Billy says, “That’s a no.”

“So what?” Steve says defensively. “What does it matter?”

“They’re gonna be pissed at you.”

“Max isn’t pissed,” Steve says.

“Not at you,” says Billy. “You didn’t get the speech.”

“She gave you a speech?”

“Yeah, there was a fuckin’ speech, Harrington,” Billy says.

“What’d she say?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I just wanna know what she said!”

“Maybe you’ll hear the flip side from her little shit friends.”

“Okay,” Steve says. “Okay, listen. I get it. You’re not their favorite person.”

“No shit.”

“They can warm up to you,” Steve says. “You have me and Max to vouch for you.”

“Sure,” Billy scoffs.

“And Nancy and Jonathan will be there,” Steve says. “So it’s not just us.”

“Like that makes it better,” Billy says.

“We watch one movie, and we’re gone,” Steve says. “I can, like...get sick or something.”

“What are we, sneaking around mom and dad?”

“It’s a fucking excuse,” Steve says. “I’ll start to feel sick, you can take me home, then we have the whole night to ourselves. Okay? And if it all goes to shit, I won’t ask you to hang out with them again.”

“You wanna try that last part again?”

Steve sighs heavily. “It’s one Saturday night, and I’ll never ask you to hang out with them again. Unless-” But Billy holds up a finger, his hand hovering dangerously over the volume knob. Steve sighs again. “That’s it,” he says. “Deal?”

Billy is quiet. He takes a few more turns in silence, then says, “Fine. Deal.”

---

“Who do you think he’s bringing?” Dustin asks.

“Steve?” asks El.

“I bet it’s Lori Rollins,” says Dustin. “She’s been spending a lot of time at the video store if you know what I mean.”

“All the girls spend a lot of time at the video store,” Mike says.

“Could be Jenny Graves,” suggests Lucas.

“What about that girl he’s always hanging out with?” asks Mike.

“It’s not Robin,” says Will.

“How do you know?” asks Lucas.

“It’s definitely not Robin,” says Dustin.

“What does it matter?” Max says a bit too harshly. “We’re gonna find out soon anyway.”

“Woah,” Lucas says. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing’s the matter,” Max snaps. She is on the couch, and she lets her head fall back against the cushions and rolls her eyes. El slides closer to her- if anything else, for moral support. She doesn’t know exactly what’s making Max so agitated, but she’s been around the Hargrove-Mayfield house enough to have a guess. She’s heard two sets of footsteps sneaking in late at night when she sleeps over, and before they rode Max’s bike to Mike’s house, it looked like Billy was getting ready to go somewhere, too.

“Who are we still waiting on?” Nancy asks. She enters the room with popcorn in hand and Jonathan in tow. Jonathan sweeps the room, counting heads as he does.

“Steve, right?”

“And his date,” says Dustin.

“Steve’s bringing a date?” asks Nancy.

“We’re trying to figure out who it is,” says Lucas. Then there is a knock at the door.

“Looks like we’ll find out,” says Jonathan. Dustin is the first to bounce up, and he clamors to the front door with the other boys in tow. Max and Eleven hang back, Max staring up at the ceiling as El listens to the commotion at the front door.

---

“One movie,” Steve says, “then we’re gone.”

“I heard you the first three hundred times.”

“It’ll be fine,” Steve says.

“Are you saying that for yourself or for me?”

“Both,” Steve says. “Definitely both.”

Steve is visibly nervous as they approach the Wheelers’ front door. Billy walks a few steps behind him, his hands shoved into his pockets and his head down. He waits, and then nudges Steve when he makes no move to knock on the door. Steve jolts forward, and he knocks so frantically that Billy has to pull his arm away to stop the madness. Billy opens his mouth to speak, but whatever he planned on saying is lost when the door swings open to four smiles that quickly falter when they catch sight of Billy.

“Uh,” says Steve. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Will, Mike, and Lucas say as Dustin shouts, “What the shit?”

In the living room, Max squeezes her eyes shut. “Here it goes,” she groans.

“Here what goes?” El asks.

“Billy’s here.”

“Billy?” Jonathan asks.

“Billy Hargrove?” says Nancy.

“Well, at least everyone knows my name,” Billy says. He enters the room behind Steve and with the boys all crowding around them, a million questions tossed at them from four different voices.

“Billy is your date?” says Dustin, and Lucas asks Max if she knew about this, and Will asks how long they’ve been seeing other, and Mike asks why Steve brought Billy Hargrove to his house, and then Nancy and Jonathan jump up with another thousand questions on the tips of their tongues and no voices to ask them with. They look at each other, and then to El and Max. El seems only mildly surprised, and Max is rising off the couch.

“Enough!” she shouts. “Jeez. At least let them sit down.”

“So you knew?” Dustin accuses.

“He’s my brother,” Max says. “Of course I knew.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” asks Lucas.

“Because it’s none of her business,” Billy growls, and Steve grabs his wrist when he sees the heckles going up. Billy snarls, but concedes. He stays behind Steve, shaking his head, and El offers them both a seat on the couch. Max turns as well and sits on the other end so that Billy and Steve are sandwiched between the girls.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” she tells her brother.

“I didn’t want to,” Billy says back.

“Dustin said it was okay,” Steve says defensively.

“You said you had a date,” Dustin says. “You didn’t say who the date was with.”

“Well it was with Billy,” Steve snaps. “Okay? Here he is.”

“Steve,” Nancy says, and Steve shakes his head.

“No,” he says. “No. You guys are jumping down our throats. Now, you wanted me to come watch movies with you, so I’m here, and Billy’s here, too, because you told me I could bring him. Okay? You said I could bring him-”

“Steve,” Billy says. He tries to take Steve’s arm, but Steve swats him away.

“No,” he says. “They’re being shits to you.”

“I think everyone’s just surprised,” Nancy says.

“About both you,” Jonathan adds.

“Well, they’re together,” Max says.

“It’s not exclusive,” Billy clarifies.

“You haven’t gone out with anyone else,” Max says.

“You spying on me?”

“I’m observant,” Max says. “And you’re exclusive.” She turns her attention to the group and says, “They’ve been together for weeks.”

“Thanks for that, Max,” says Steve, and she waves him off. The group quiets down. Steve absently reaches for Billy’s hand and Billy lets him take it, though he keeps his head down so that he can’t see all the eyes on them. Max moves so that she’s sitting on the edge of the couch- defensive, protective, placing herself in front of her brother. El, too, leans herself forward. There is a long and awkward pause.

“We should start the movies,” El says eventually. She looks at everyone in turn, then to puts her attention on Steve and Billy. “Right?”

They look at each other, and then to El. “Yeah,” Steve says at the same time Billy says, “Sure.” And with this settled, Jonathan pops in the first tape, and everyone settles in for the night. Steve and Billy pretend to ignore all the stares that they get, the heads that swivel to peek at them and quickly turn around when one of them (or, perhaps worse, Max) notices.

As the first movie nears its end, Steve whispers to Billy, “Should I get sick now?”

At this, Billy smiles and half-laughs. “Only if you really sell it.”

#harringrove #harringrove fanfiction #harringrove fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #billy hargrove #steve harrington #lex writes fics #anon #answered

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spiderhollanddarling · 5 years ago

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Having to hide your relationship with billy while he’s off with girls

Part 2 warning ( angst sadness )

Part 2 is inspired by Bebe Rexha Knees highly recommend listening to it while reading this !

You wake up the next morning , Steve is still asleep so you quietly slip out of bed to go shower and get dressed , you go downstairs to look for your parents but end up seeing a note saying “ left to work early didn’t wanna bother you , money for lunch is on the fridge love you xo mom and dad “

You sigh and sit on the counter top just thinking about Billy and everything you had seen and yet he hasn’t even showed up

“You keeping me running and running around”

You wanna break down again but there’s a knock at your door , so you get off the counter and walk there and open it

There stands at your front door Billy Hargrove with those beautiful ocean eyes you use to love staring into but those eyes was busy looking into Heathers and a cigarette between those lips you use to love , you still do but they was on Heathers last night

He’s about to speak but You stop him and tell him don’t and save it , you don’t wanna hear bullshit lies anymore

“I wish I could read your mind,Instead I gotta read your eyes,Oh, why they tell me lies”

He just throws his cigarette on the floor , furious with your words you said , and tells you what lies , you know we can’t be together in public and what you thought seriously we was gonna go to the dance together Y/n come on I thought you was smarter. You know youll ruin my rep , I love you but we cant be anything in public because I’ll be done .

“You wanna hold my hand and then you won't ,You say you love me then you don't”

His words hurted you like a knife , you knew his love was shit after he told you we can’t be anything in public because if he truly loved you , he wouldn’t give a damn about what everyone says

You look at him in his eyes and tell him let me go then I can’t do this , you think I’m gonna sit around and let you go fuck other girls and make out with others girls in public because that’s okay , that’s who you are and when it comes to me you can’t fucking be seen with me . God damnit Billy im not a idiot I know my worth and you treat me like I’m nothing , your love is bullshit .

“If I'm not all you need,Then just set me free ,I'm down on my knees”

He had nothing to say until Steve walked down the stairs asking what’s going on , and did that made Billy so mad

Billy asked what the fuck is Harrington doing here huh? Is he seriously the guy you picked to fucked come on Y/n thought you was gonna choose better , laughing with that famous laugh you loved but not anymore

You look at Billy and tell him seriously what the hell , he was there for me when you wasn’t , when you was busy sucking off Heathers face not giving a shit about me , Steve was there , to dance with me and be with me and not be ashamed of me .

Steve was about to but in but you told him it’s okay just go in the kitchen and wait for me and so he did

You told Billy I’m done I’m done being your secret I’m done being your secret girlfriend I’m done with you treating me like nothing when I know I’m worth more then being a fucking secret because you care about what the hell everyone has to say , big tough Billy is Afraid of runing his big rep , you laugh and shake your head and look at him one more time

Billy let me go I’m done , it’s over you got Heather and your other whores who you don’t have to hide and you can be the king of fucking douches

“If you're not the one for me ,Then just let me be ,I'm begging you please”

Billy had no words he just looked at you , his hand in a fist not caring that his crumbling his cigarette, you walk closer to him and tell him to leave now you don’t want to see him anymore it’s done

But he doesn’t move so you tell him again poking his chest get out now leave now , you are an asshole

Steve walks gets up and walks to you and tells Billy to leave man she doesn’t wanna see you it’s over

Billy scoffs whatever hope you’re happy with your rebound Harrington , every girl leaves him anyways and walks away laughing

But deep down he knew he really lost you and it was done for good and he knew you knew he was scared you was right

You start crying as you close the door and Steve holds you and let’s you just cry and kisses your head and tells you over and over it’s gonna be okay

Later on that day you’re laying in bed again with Steve who is asleep already , your parents still not home yet , you’re laying there thinking again about Billy knowing you did the right thing and you had to even though it broke you to pieces , Steve was right you’ll be okay and he’ll be with you to help you whatever you needed , Steve being the Harrington hero as always

You knew that yes you still loved him yes you’ll still run back if he came back saying sorry and saying he’ll change but you knew deep down he would never he cared to much about his rep and himself

‘ Billy pov’

I layed there in bed thinking going off the scenes that happened today knowing I lost her for good , my stupid ego my god damn ego I let get the best of me now I lost the girl who only cared for me who knew the real me

She hates me now she never wants to see me again , now Harrington will make his way into her heart and she’ll move on and I can’t do anything about it because she hates me

“ back to Y/n “

You think thing is I don’t hate him I wish I could but I can’t and only if he knew, but I can’t let him know because he’ll use that always on me knowing it will be hard to leave again so it has to be like this , I can’t ever go back to him and I have to keep lying myself I don’t want him , I have to keep lying myself I’m done until it finally really is .

OMG IM SORRY FOR MORE SADNESS BUT HERE YOU GO PART 2 HOPE YALL LIKED IT PLEASE LETME KNOW IF U WANT MORE AND IF THERES ANY SONGS YOU WANT ILL DO

Ps maybe part 3 who knows ((;

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billyscamar0 · 5 years ago

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615 days

I had to change my phone wallpaper. Because I couldn't stand to look at Billy anymore.

It's quickly approaching midnight on july 5 2019, I've been awake for three days. S3 aired at 2 am my time so basically I've been crying for the majority of 22 hours. I cried during the show. I cried after. I cried for hours after, I lay on my floor in tears until I had to work and then I cried at work.

"Sorry about your character" they said to me.

Sorry about my ..character?

No, it's more than that. It's the end. The end of me enjoying my time on tumblr because I cant look at any s3 footage of Billy because he is either a. Hitting on karen or b. Hurting. The end of me having any desire to draw Billy or Steve. End of me spending hours writing cute little stories about them and Billy redeeming himself and making friends.

Because he never did.

The duffer brothers took that away from us by making this his end.

The end of my friend and I having each other in our phones as Billy and Steve, because it hurts too bad to take a call. The end of having stranger things posters on my wall because every time I see Billy I feel cheated and empty. The end of having pop vinyls on my shelf because they actually went through with karen/billy and it disgusts me and shames me to have their dual pops displayed.

The end of waiting for nearly two years for a season where I never thought I'd see Billy as a main character. I was so excited, too. But I feel robbed of that because the duffer brothers couldn't have cared less about his development as a character, as a boy fresh out of school with his life ahead of him.

The end of hopes and dreams. The duffers dont realise how much their work affects the audience, how skimping over Billy's redemption and humanization hurts people who suffer from the same tragedies as him. Hopes for Billy to have a friend in his corner, for him to face his demons and win. Hopes for him to be a funny sarcastic brother to his young sister, for him to polish his car on an summer day. To enjoy fireworks with a friend.

Dreams for this show to be everything I'd wished for after pouring hours and hours into it. Waiting so many days for things I knew would never happen.

But ...look at what we got?

but we can hope and dream and write and draw but that feels shallow now. It feels hollow because it's the end and we can ignore the end and create our own but knowing it's canon hurts me more than anything.

Duffer brothers, you fucked up. 615 days we waited for this season. Your carelessness broke my heart and you've turned something i cherished and loved sour for me. I dont know if I will be able to even watch this season again, let alone season 2 so I can get upset knowing what is to come. Or possibly season 4 where I have to go on with this heartbreak. I can't. The thought blows me away.

I've made so many friends because of Billy hargrove, because of stranger things, and I will appreciate that forever but now our standing ground has been tainted by the laziness and incompetence of shitty writers who can't be fucked to put a little extra care in.

We didnt expect the world of you. We just wanted a little bit of happiness for Billy who we held so dear.

I'm so heartbroken that 615 days spent eagerly only for the end. It feels simultaneously like a dream and also a fucking nightmare, like time has been ripped from under me. Nearly 2 years of my life spent waiting for a poorly developed and undeserved ending.

Dacre Montgomery, however, you deserve the universe and I'm so thankful for you breathing life into the skeleton you were given. Bless your soul and all of the love and friendships I've made and the smiles I've had because Billy would not be Billy without you. It's truly amazing how one originally minor character can really affect your entire life, huh?

I'm sorry it's the end of july 4 and I'm still fucking grieving. I hope it ends.

#stranger things season 3 #stranger things #billy hargrove #stranger things 3 #dacre montgomery #sorry about all of my ranting and raving #im just so lost and hurt #and i do not know how to cope with thos #s3 #s3 spoilers #stranger things spoilers

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your-iron-lung · 5 years ago

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No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross 13

aka ‘Slow Down’; available to read on AO3 HERE

Story Synopsis: Some weird low-key occult parties start popping up that Steve can’t in good conscience ignore and takes it upon himself to investigate. Billy gets caught up in the consequences of his meddling, and isn’t it funny? For all the strange things the Upside Down has thrown his way, it’s werewolves that Steve has trouble accepting exist.

Chapter Word Count: 7216

Pairings: Eventual Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington

Genre: Supernatural/Suspense/Drama/Horror-ish

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Next Chapter: 14

Notes: SURPRISE!! its a SECRET DOUBLE UPDATE 'secret double update? what does it MEAN?' it means that, when i went back to re-read my story to make sure i was keeping on track for continuity purposes, i couldnt even get through the first chapter! it was just THAT BAD (imo), so i went back and re-wrote it entirely. it doesnt offer anything new in terms of plot, but boy howdy is it an upgrade to what it used to be. bless those of you who kept up with the story after reading that trainwreck

(this chapter update is dedicated to @pfandghoul bc they were my 100th follower here- THANKS BUDDYYYY) OH ALSO- i got a commission done of billy in the TERRIBLE OUTFIT (but with hair, bc i cant commission an artist like demonfleet and not have him draw those beautiful curls). PEEP IT HERE

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“Who else knows?”

Hopper’s voice, though sluggish and weighted with exhaustion, still carried with it a tone of seriousness that had Steve feeling prematurely guilty about the way the rest of the conversation was going to play out. He knew what Hopper was really asking; knew he wanted to hear confirmation that the kids weren’t somehow involved in any of this, and even though they weren’t, not yet, Steve still found himself turning his eyes away from Hopper’s authoritative stare, focusing his attention instead on the spot on the table where he’d been picking at the veneer absentmindedly. And although he knew the question was primarily directed towards himself, he let Billy answer.

“No one,” Billy said self-assuredly, a hint of surliness edging out with his tone as he exhaled a hot breath of smoke and leaned forward to stub his cigarette out in the ashtray centered between the three of them. He sat back in his seat with a grunt and a creaking of wood and promptly lit another.

Gathered in the Harringtons’ dining room- (the room itself being, remarkably, an equal point of pride to both of his parents)- the three of them sat gathered around the antique wooden table that served as a centerpiece, perched around its aged surface in differing states of dishevelment. Their collective exhaustion was as palpable as the smoke trails that had been gathering and circling slowly above their heads for the past ten minutes, in which Billy had chain-smoked three cigarettes down to the filter before either Steve or Hopper had had the chance to finish their first.

Sitting across from him, Steve could feel Hopper’s eyes, sunken and dark and weary, boring into him as he waited for his response to confirm what Billy had said.

“No one else knows,” Steve affirmed after a moment’s hesitation, in which he took a hard drag of his cigarette and exhaled with a long, drawn out sigh. He could feel the pressure of what he was going to say next catching in his throat before he cleared it and amended, “Well, not… not yet, anyway.”

“Yet.”

The repeated word dropped from Hopper’s lips like a dead weight, falling upon the three of them like a bomb. It broke whatever uneasy peace they’d managed to find in those few minutes where they’d all just sat smoking in silence, each of them trying to recover from the ordeals they’d endured over the night before reconvening to tackle them again. In its place, a taut, malevolent tension began to take form, and in it Steve could feel the enmity brewing against him.

“Yet,” Hopper repeated again, and this time there was anger in his voice. Steve winced reflexively, slowly turning his eyes up from where they’d been focused on the tabletop to meet his anger directly. “And what does ‘yet’ entail exactly, huh, kid?”

Steve opened his mouth to answer, but couldn’t force the words he wanted to use to explain out. Under Hopper and Billy’s stares, all the reasoning he’d had stored up for why he needed to at least tell Dustin what was going on left him. He could feel the trust his only two allies had in him turning into something dark and misconstrued as he sat there struggling to form a sentence, but was helpless to combat it.

“It’s not what you think-” he started to say, but was interrupted when Billy interjected by slamming his fist down hard upon the table, rattling the ashtray in its place and silencing him instantly.

“Well what the fuck is it then, Harrington?” There was such strong mistrust in Billy’s eyes when he spoke- mistrust and vehement anger, such that Steve could practically feel the foundations they’d laid in their almost-friendship crumbling apart. “Selling me out to this pig not enough for you? You trying to go national with this shit or something? What the fuck does ‘not yet’ mean?!”

“Hey! You need to calm down,” Hopper snapped, directing his ire towards Billy, who’d begun to rise out of his seat with each word spoken in anger. “Sit down and give him a chance to explain, alright?”

But he didn’t.

“Fuck that, and fuck you,” Billy said roughly, leering across the table at both Hopper and Steve. His stomach let out a low growl that momentarily stalled him long enough for Steve to intervene before he could say anything more.

“What the fuck are you talking about, ‘go national’? Do you even hear yourself, Hargrove?” Steve spat back, exasperated, tired, and unable to keep himself from matching Billy’s aggression when it was being thrust at him. He narrowed his eyes and took another hard drag off his cigarette before continuing, saying, “Who the hell do you think would even believe me? You think I’m just going to stroll into the Hawkins Post and try to sell them a werewolf story? ‘Oh uh, yeah, some douchebag I know turns into a big bad wolf during a full moon. You might wanna print that- warn the people! Billy Hargrove’s a more literal monster than we thought!’ I didn’t even believe in any of this crap at first, who do you think I could I possibly sell that to?”

The words came spilling out of Steve’s mouth before he could even think about what it was he was saying. He knew he’d fallen for another one of Billy’s taunts but couldn’t help himself; he refused to be painted as the villain in Billy’s fabricated scenario when he hadn’t even done anything yet, and certainly hadn’t been planning anything near as diabolical as selling Billy out to the country as some kind of freak sideshow act. Steve matched Billy’s glare evenly, half-aware of the way Hopper had groaned and run a hand down the length of his face. ‘You’ve really done it now, kid,’ his expression seemed to say.

Appearing taken aback, Billy seemed somewhat startled by the harsh words Steve had doled out to him. With a hand across his stomach, a small hint of vulnerability crossed over his features before he quickly reigned it back and pulled his lips back into a harsh snarl, his half-smoked cigarette dangling forgotten in the corner of his mouth to reveal at last what oral thing had been bothering him so much on the car ride over.

His teeth, Steve observed dumbly as he stared openly at the obstructions lining his mouth. Of course it was his teeth.

Thin, long, and all of them pointed, they looked more suited to what might be found in the muzzle of a large hound rather than in the mouth of a man. They were canine in nature, unnaturally fitted in his mouth where before his teeth had been straight and white and pristine, forming a smile so blindingly handsome it wasn’t always easy to look away.

“You’re right! You didn’t believe in any of this at first, but all it took was a little bit of proof to convince you though, right, Harrington?” Billy cooed smoothly after a moment, an eager look flashing in his yellow-blue eyes at the prospect of their argument turning into a physical fight in Steve’s parents’ dining room. “How much proof do you think it’d take to convince one shitty reporter in this hick town, huh? A mouth full of weird teeth? A broken arm that heals itself in, what, the span of two days? I mean, isn’t that what did it for you, Harrington? Witnessing this small little biological miracle of mine? Maybe that would do the trick. Could really blow the lid off of this one; might even be able to contribute something to your daddy’s legacy besides being a little piece of shit.”

“Enough!” Hopper’s voice burst from his throat, booming loudly in the condensed space. The suddenness of his outburst was enough to draw both Steve and Billy’s attention off of one another, though they were each reluctant to turn away. “You!” Hopper shouted, pointing one finger authoritatively at Steve, who sat and stared at him with a baffled look on his face, “Quit goading him on, goddammit. And you,” he continued, turning his command to Billy, “sit down and shut the hell up! He might be mouthing off, but you need to show this kid some damn respect for taking responsibility last night. He could’ve died going after you, do you understand that? He could have died for you.”

The weight of Hopper’s words had the exact impact he wanted them to. Steve turned away in embarrassment as a funny look crossed over Billy’s face. Confusion wormed its way through his anger, furrowing his brow and pulling his lips into a frown. It was a look Hopper had seen many times before when he’d been in the army, when soldiers who’d been at arms with one another were forced to let it go under the threat of punishment from their higher ups. It was a dark, begrudging sort of obedience fresh cadets endured when their commanding officers demanded they stand down when they weren’t quite ready to. With his momentum shaken, Billy’s look of anger slowly slipped into something a little more unreadable as he sank back down into his seat, muttering a quiet “Yes, sir” aloud as his stomach emitted another horrifically loud growl that everyone in the room ignored.

“Christ, I’m dealing with children here,” Hopper mumbled, kneading his fingers against his temple. He took a moment to take a deep breath of collection and lit another cigarette, flicking his lighter fruitlessly a couple of times before a spark struck and he continued speaking.

“Nothing said here leaves this house,” he said sternly, making sure to make and hold eye contact with each of them to stress the importance of his words. “This,” he said, gesturing vaguely to Billy with his freshly lit cigarette, “doesn’t go ‘national’; it doesn’t even go local, you got that? Whoever your ‘not yet’ applied to doesn’t get to know, so you can put the idea that you’re going to tell anyone else about any of this right out the window, understand?”

He looked sharply to Steve then, insisting in so many words that the children be left out of whatever they decided to do moving forward. Steve bit the inside of his cheek and looked away stubbornly, nodding once as he crossed his arms across his chest. He was aware of how he must’ve looked- like a spoiled, pouting child- but he couldn’t help it. Of course he understood; it didn’t take a genius to understand why this needed to be kept secret, but he still owed Dustin an explanation, and right now he figured he liked Dustin a hell of a lot more than he liked Hopper.

Hopper watched him with a scrutinizing eye, and, as though he could read Steve’s thoughts, said, “Let me hear you say it.”

“What?”

“Say you understand,” Hopper said quietly, ignoring for a moment the fact that Billy was sharing the space with them. He enunciated each word with gentle forcefulness, not issuing him orders now so much as silently begging for compliance. “The three of us can handle it. We don’t need for anyone else to get involved.”

The air in the room felt very still in that moment. The cigarette smoke that had been pooling above them like a pale cloud continued its slow and stagnant swirl, apathetic to the nature of their conversation. Staring at him, Steve once again felt guilty. After everything that the chief had done for him, he still couldn’t commit to the promise Hopper wanted him to make. He understood where his concerns were coming from, but Dustin was already involved, in a way. He sighed.

“Well, the thing is,” Steve began to say, nervously tapping his fingers against the table, “Dustin kind of already knows?” Hopper’s expression turned dark, as Steve had expected it to, but better he tell him now than for him to find out later. “I mean, I asked the kid to use his house! You were there; you dropped me off. I didn’t tell him for what, or WHO,” he said, shooting Billy a pointed look, “but he knows something’s up. It’s kind of obvious I was trying to use his cellar as a holding cell, and I promised I’d tell him about it once things settled down.”

Hopper exhaled a long and forlorn sigh, rubbing his face into his hands tiredly. “Could this get anymore convoluted?” he mumbled to himself before he looked up and locked his gaze onto Steve. “Fine. You promised to tell him about it, so you will.”

Confused, Steve shifted his attention from Hopper to Billy. “I will?”

“Yep.” Hopper blew out a long string of smoke. As he did so, the tension he’d held in the muscles of his face seemed to relax. “We’re going to double-down on your dog story. You’ll tell him you were dogsitting for one of your mom’s friends. Dog got loose, and you had to lure it back. Threw some meat down there to attract and trap it. I trust you to make up some details to fill in the gaps if he asks anything specific. You got that?”

Steve stared at him, knowing full well there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that Dustin would ever believe that. And besides, Steve had already told him it was a red alert, but if this was what it took to get Hopper off his back, then, maybe it was fine.

“I understand,” he said, knowing he would, eventually, have to ask forgiveness for his future misdeeds.

“Good.”

Steve lit another cigarette and breathed it in deeply, hating how openly relieved Hopper sounded. He stole a glance towards where Billy was sitting with his own cigarette still hanging limply from his lips and felt that guilt compounded. He couldn’t say for certain what Billy must have thought of him at that point, but there was no way he’d have been able to keep helping him on his own, because Hopper was right: he had almost died last night. But with the worst of it over (he hoped), they could focus less on that and put their heads together to figure out what to do going forward.

Or, they could have, if Hopper’s hip radio hadn’t begun to crackle in that exact instance, releasing a string of police-coded jargon through the speaker. They all collectively jumped a little at the startling noise as the dispatcher (Florence’s voice, Steve recognized) requested Hopper’s aid in assisting his deputies with something he couldn’t decipher.

“Great,” Hopper mumbled to himself, stubbing out the cigarette he’d hardly been able to enjoy. If possible, he looked even more tired than when he’d walked in. “Yeah, I copy,” he said into the radio as he unlatched it from his belt. “I’ll be there soon; give me a few minutes to wrap it up here and I’ll meet them at the scene.”

He clipped the small receiver back onto his belt before coming to a stand, groaning in a way that was similar to Steve’s dad when he’d been sitting down for too long.

“You’re leaving?” Steve asked as he watched Hopper collect his hat and place it haphazardly on his head.

“Duty calls,” Hopper grunted noncommittally. He pulled on the coat he’d left on the back of his chair and zipped it up to the collar. “I had a few of my boys start investigating a lead for me. A small one, but if they’re calling me out there, it means they’ve found something, and hopefully it’ll help us settle all this a little more quickly.”

“But we haven’t made a plan for what to do the next time this happens,” Steve said concernedly. He felt exhausted beyond his years, but none of their major issues had been solved or even discussed yet. “We haven’t talked about what we’re supposed to do at all.”

“Next time?”

Steve turned from Hopper to Billy, who’d spoken softly and, despite having looked enraged only moments before, now appeared confused.

“Well, yeah,” Steve said, flicking the ash off the end of his cigarette into the ashtray, “this is like, a monthly thing for you now, right? Kind of like a girl when she gets her-”

“Don’t fucking say it,” Billy growled. Steve shrugged, unbothered.

“...but only for a day instead of like, for a week,” he finished, feeling a little bit of self-satisfaction at the way Billy cringed and groaned.

“God fucking dammit Harrington.”

“You were the one who showed me the movie though,” Steve said, shifting the subject easily to skirt around Billy’s annoyance. Hopper lingered by the dining room’s opening, hearing out the tail-end of Steve’s concerns. “It didn’t end for him after one month; he was like, doomed to keep turning every full moon forever or something, right? Isn’t that how werewolves work, and doesn’t that, y’know, kind of include you now?”

A dawning look of horror spread across Billy’s pale face as he made the connection. He blinked once, let the long trail off ash fall off his cigarette onto the table, and looked away, dazed, as though the thought of having to relive last night’s nightmare hadn’t occurred to him before.

“What do you mean, next time?” Hopper asked, parroting Billy’s earlier confusion. “You saying he’s liable to... turn again?”

Steve nodded somberly. “We can’t use Dustin’s house again; he escaped way too easily, but I guess we have a month to prepare, so it’s not critical right now or anything,” he explained, to which Hopper acknowledged him with a low hum. “But we still definitely need a plan for next time.”

“Leave it to me, kid; I might have something I can make work,” Hopper muttered. His eyes were unfocused as he turned and began to leave, already mentally trying to work out the specifics of whatever it was he had in mind. “Remember,” he called back once he’d reached the front door, his haggard voice echoing down the short hall, “nothing said here leaves this house.”

He didn’t wait for affirmation before departing. From the dining room they heard the soft click of the front door as it opened and shut, leaving Billy and Steve alone in the dining room. Turning in his seat to look out the front-facing windows, Steve watched Hopper get into his truck and start the engine, noting the way he let his head hang briefly for a moment before he perked up to back out of the driveway. And then he was gone.

A wave of exhaustion overcame as he sat there, eyeing the empty space where Hopper’s truck had been. He was hungry, tired, and wanted nothing more than to just be able to sleep forever, but as long as he was needed, that wasn’t likely to happen. His role as caretaker was ever-expanding, and now, it seemed to include Billy as well.

Hopper had managed to hold the peace between them (though barely) while he’d been there, and Steve couldn’t presume to know how things were going to go now that it was just him and Billy again. As he turned back in his seat and finished off the rest of his cigarette, he realized that whatever aggression Billy had been harboring towards him was gone.

“Next time,” Steve heard him mumble to himself. The dejected manner in which he spoke was so unlike himself that he was reminded of the way he’d been behaving the day before, as though he could no longer find his own self-worth. Billy took the cigarette that had been hanging off his lip and held it in his hand, staring at the dimly glowing cherry before looking up to catch Steve’s eye to say, “I don’t think I can go through that again.”

He said it with such vulnerable honesty that Steve found he didn’t know how to respond. His own self-worth took a hit as guilt and pity began to rise within him as he stared back at Billy, hating that he didn’t know what to say. It felt wrong to try and supply him with empty assurances when he had heard firsthand and seen the aftermath of how painfully debilitating the transformation had been. There was nothing he could say that could possibly begin to alleviate the horror that came with knowing it was going to come and afflict him again and again, month after month, for the rest of his life.

What sort of consolation could he possibly offer him?

“C’mon,” Steve eventually said, depositing the butt of his cigarette into the ashtray as he scooted his chair back to stand up. Billy watched him with an exhausted, yet vaguely sorrowful expression that Steve decidedly didn’t like. “I’ll show you the bathroom.”

Well, at least he could offer him a shower.

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Steve could hear the shower running by the time he came back up the hall with a fresh towel in hand, but Billy wasn’t yet locked inside the bathroom. He was leaning up against the wall beside the bathroom door, arms folded across his chest and eyes closed, dozing off while he waited for the water to warm up. As Steve approached, he noticed that, while Billy had taken off the bloody ruination of his old shirt, he still had Mrs. Henderson’s ugly bathrobe loosely tied around his waist.

Billy cocked one eye open when he heard him come close, and mutely traded the shirt for the towel when Steve offered it to him. Neither of them spoke as the exchange was made; a silence broken only by the sound of spraying water hitting the shower tile forming between them until Steve found it too unbearable to withstand.

“So,” he started to say, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, “about before… I, uh, really shouldn’t have, y’know, said what I did about you being a monster.”

From his position against the wall, Billy frowned.

“I was just caught up in the moment,” Steve continued apologetically. “And I know that doesn’t like, excuse my actions or whatever, but it was still a shitty thing to say.”

As he opened both of his eyes, Billy found that Steve was looking everywhere but directly at him, and in fact had taken to looking at his own reflection in a decorative vase while he’d been talking. It was awkward; he was starting to feel uncomfortable about the sincerity Steve was trying to convey.

“I don’t give a shit, it’s not like it bothered me,” Billy lied, speaking tersely. His stomach growled, and he placed a hand over it idly. “Trust me, I’ve been called worse things than that.”

Steve’s shoulders slumped a bit as he worried the back of his hair into a knot. “Still,” he said awkwardly, finally turning away from the dark reflection of the vase, now absentmindedly trying to pull his fingers free, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes towards the ceiling, Billy huffed out a deep sigh and said, “Look, Harrington, if you’re willing to make me some pancakes and fry up some bologna we can call it even. Just, stop doing… whatever this is and let me shower.”

Steve paused to think about it. “Sure, okay, I can do that. I think we’ve got some pancake mix somewhere.”

With that awkward bit of conversation out of the way, Billy eased up off of the wall he was perched upon and slid into the bathroom before Steve could make any sort of addendum and closed the door. He listened to the sounds of Steve’s retreating footsteps down the hall over the pouring water as he undid the tie around his hips and left the beanie on the sink counter, decidedly not looking in the mirror as he stepped into the strong, warm stream.

-----

Billy stayed in the shower for a long, long time.

Steve hadn’t really been expecting it to be a quick one, but still, as he stood over the stove making a tall stack of pancakes that would’ve been enough to satisfy the stomach of any starving man, he wondered just how long he needed. The water had to have been going cold by now.

The smell of the bologna frying in the pan had, at first, encouraged his appetite, but was now starting to turn his stomach. The smell of bologna alone had never been appealing to him, and to have to smell it as it cooked was nauseating. He cut off the stove, transferred the fried meat to a serving plate, and then sat at the kitchen table to wait.

He nibbled a little at a pancake, but couldn’t stomach the smell of the bologna well enough to finish it off. He waited at the table patiently, like a mother might when she was waiting for her kids to come down and eat and strained his ears to listen for when the water shut off upstairs.

It didn’t, though. He could hear it trickling down through the pipes in the walls, quietly draining away whatever it was Billy was trying to cleanse himself of.

Steve sighed miserably and folded his arms over the table, sliding the chair back far enough so he could rest his head over them like he used to in English. He closed his eyes (‘Just resting my eyes’, as his dad was prone to saying before he fell asleep on the couch), and soon found himself asleep.

-----

In a dream, it was snowing and he was driving, speeding along a narrow, unfamiliar road.

‘Faster’, he was thinking to himself as he depressed the accelerator harder. ‘I have to go faster.’

A deep, dark blackness enveloped him from all sides outside of the car. He couldn’t see through it or if anything was in it, even though he knew, intrinsically, that he had his high beams on and should have at least been able to see where he was going. The road before him manifested as a slick black line, wavering in and out of focus between his rapidly swishing windshield wipers and the oncoming flurry.

He was in a hurry, though he didn’t know why. Billy was fine. Sitting in the passenger seat beside him, he looked almost bored with Steve’s pedestrian effort to save him.

“I’m doing my best,” Steve said, unsure of why he was now crying. “I’m going as fast as I can- please, please just understand that.”

“You haven’t done enough,” Billy responded in a voice that both was and wasn’t his own. It hurt Steve’s ears to listen to as he whimpered involuntarily. “I’m already lost.”

Alarmed, Steve took his eyes off the road to look at Billy and found him looking back. His eyes were a dark, glowing red, and he sat with his hand perched on the door handle. In the window behind him, red eyes that mirrored his own were slowly emerging from the darkness, coming so close to the car that the glass was beginning to fog up from its panting breath. How it was able to keep pace with the car when Steve had the accelerator pressed against the floor was unknown and frightening to him.

“Don’t,” Steve begged as Billy’s fingers curled around the handle, getting ready to pull it open like an emergency exit, “I can still help you.”

“I’ve been lied to before,” Billy said solemnly, his two-toned voice warbling as he pulled on the handle and opened the door to give himself over to the creature that was waiting hungrily by the window.

-----

“The fuck is this?”

Steve opened his eyes abruptly and nearly fell out of his seat as he transitioned into a wakeful state. Startled, he sat up and rubbed at his eyes uncomprehendingly.

“They’re just pancakes, Hargrove, don’t be rude,” he said sleepily without fully realizing what it was Billy was talking about. “Misshapen, maybe, but still just pancakes.”

Freshly showered, Billy stood before him wearing the beanie taken from Dustin’s house and some of Steve’s own clothing. An old ‘Hawkins High Phys. Ed.’ shirt clung tightly to his torso, baring a little bit of midriff above the hem of some old sweats. In his hand he held Steve’s two-way radio Dustin had gifted him to include him as part of their party, and through that radio he could hear Max’s voice trying to make contact.

“Steve, come in, Steve! Are you there?”

“Why do you have a two-way radio to my little sister sitting by your bed?” Billy asked icily, unabashed anger seeping out of his very being.

“What the hell were you doing in my bedroom?” Steve countered, feeling his stomach drop when he came to understand the implications Billy was making. He stood up and made to swipe the radio from Billy’s hand. “It’s seriously not what you think.”

“Remind me, where have I heard that one before?” Billy pulled the radio easily out of Steve’s reach, glowering at him as they faced off. “This looks pretty fucking bad for you, Harrington; she’s not even fifteen yet, you sick fuck.”

“It’s not just for your sister,” Steve said heatedly, then, realizing how that sounded, amended by saying, “Look, I know you know I take care of her friends- this, it’s just- it’s just a radio to communicate with them, alright? They’re weird nerds who don’t like to use phones like normal people. It’s not for anything as dirty as you’re imagining, so would you quit looking for reasons to hate me when I haven’t even done anything?”

Sighing, Steve ran a hand through his hair and reached out for the radio, silently asking for it to be handed over. Billy continued to hold it, staring at him with an indecipherable look on his face. They stood at odds with one another before Dustin’s voice came through the radio speaker.

“Steve! It’s Dustin, we have a situation- please advise. Come in, Steve! Over!”

Billy looked at the radio in his hand and then at Steve with a scowl. He looked bored as he finally relinquished it without further fuss, sitting down at the table opposite of Steve and pulling the plates of food towards him. He gave him a mean look as he began sandwiching the fried slices of bologna between a couple pancakes before biting into them.

Relieved and annoyed, Steve turned away to speak into the radio. “I’m here, I’m here, sorry, what’s up?”

“Oh my God, it’s about time!” Dustin huffed. “You said you’d radio me later and you never did! Over.”

“Some stuff came up,” Steve mumbled, sitting down at the table and rubbing at his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Will,” Dustin explained. Steve frowned. “He says he saw something last night that might have to do with the Mind Flayer-”

“Whoa whoa whoa! Hold on a second,” Steve interrupted quickly, casting a furtive glance towards Billy who was now watching him suspiciously. “I’m uh, I’m not alone over here.”

There was silence on the radio after Steve let up on the talk button. Billy squinted at him and mouthed ‘it’s not what you think’ sardonically at him. Steve sighed and shrugged; there wasn’t an easy way to explain this.

“I swear Steve, if you’ve been ignoring us because you’re with a GIRL-”

“No!” Steve exclaimed in frustration. Why did it seem like everyone was against him today? “I’m not- I’m not with a girl; haven’t even been with a girl since-”

“Oh, Steve,” Billy chirped in an ugly, high falsetto, speaking loudly enough for the radio to catch and relay his voice clearly. “Quit playing with that toy and come back to play with me.”

Horrified at Billy’s poor impression of a girl, Steve turned to face him with a look of shock.

“What the hell is your damage Hargrove? You know they probably heard that,” he hissed as he let took his finger off the talk button. “Why do you constantly have to prove yourself as being the biggest thorn in my side? Can’t you hop off my dick for five fucking minutes?”

Billy snickered and laughed, clearly satisfied with himself. He shot him a wink when Steve turned up his middle finger at him and bit down on another one of his weird bologna/pancake amalgamations.

“Was that Billy?”

Max’s voice. Both Steve and Billy froze as she called them out, sharing a mutual look of horror at having been recognized.

“Steve? Why are you with Billy?”

“Uh.” Wide-eyed, he looked to Billy for help in answering, but was met with nothing but a look of shock. They both floundered for a moment, during which Billy took the chance to shove more food in his mouth as though to say he was currently preoccupied and couldn’t be assed to help explain. “It… wasn’t?” Steve finally answered lamely.

A strong silence permeated over the radio before it crackled and relayed Max’s voice as she said, “Steve, he’s made fun of me plenty of times that I’d know his ‘I’m a dumb girl’ voice from anywhere.”

Steve groaned and threw Billy a dirty look, to which he received a simple shrug in response. It wasn’t supposed to have been a secret, exactly, but his children knew the history between them just as well as he did and he’d eventually have to explain to them just how they’d come to be together sooner or later. “Alright, yeah, I’m with your brother. He’s at my place.”

“Step-brother,” Billy corrected gruffly, wiping away some crumbs from his mouth.

“Can he hear me right now?” Max asked.

“Uh,” Steve said. “Yeah, he can hear you,” he replied after Billy gave him the go-ahead.

“Don’t come home.”

At first, Steve thought she’d said it out of anger, or spite, or something. It was vague enough that it could have been construed that way (especially with how flatly she’d spoken), but the look on Billy’s face made it clear that it was less a threat and more a warning, of sorts. He stopped chewing his food, eyebrows coming together as he frowned deeply. That vaguely sorrowful look that had crept up around his eyes from before surfaced in his features again as he stared ahead of himself.

“Message received?” Steve asked quietly, unsure of how to process his change in demeanor, to which Billy gave a brief, curt nod. He shoved the plates of food away and sat back with a forlorn expression on his face. “Message received,” he repeated into the radio. “Could you uh, put Dustin back on? Who all’s over there with you guys?”

There was a moment of silence in which Steve pictured the radio changing hands. While he waited for a response, he pulled the dish with the pancakes on it closer towards himself and made a second attempt at eating one.

“The whole party’s here, Steve. We have a situation that requires your assistance, over.”

“Yeah, I remember,” he said through a mouthful of soft food. “Not to be like, dismissive about it, but is there any chance it can wait? I’m kind of… ‘booked’, for the rest of the day; we can have, like, a group meeting and discuss things in person tomorrow, if it’s not urgent.”

He was careful not to mention how he planned on sharing Billy’s situation with them if they agreed, given how angry he’d been about the prospect earlier. It didn’t look as though Billy was paying him much attention at that point, however, as he stood up somberly and walked out of the dining room without a word, no longer interested in eavesdropping on his conversation. Steve wanted to follow after him to make sure he didn’t go anywhere he wasn’t supposed to, but stayed still and finished off the pancake he’d been eating.

“He says it’s not dire; just wanted us to be aware that something might be fucky. You wanna meet up with us tomorrow afternoon at Mike’s house? Over.”

“Sure, that’s fine,” Steve replied. He waited a moment to see if Billy was going to return, and when he was certain he wasn’t going to, he dropped his voice to a whisper and said, “I need you to do me a small favour before then, Henderson.”

“Oh my God, Steve, seriously? Another one? Over.”

Ignoring the indignation with which Dustin spoke, Steve continued. “I need you to research werewolves for me, alright? Like, specifically if it can be cured. Can you do that for me?”

“Uh, I mean, sure? Why though? Does this have something to do with our campaign? Over.” The fact that Dustin was so suspicious caused a little grin to spread out across Steve’s face. In spite of everything, leave it to Dustin to find a way to route it all back to the game he’d gotten him involved with.

“I’ll let you know tomorrow,” Steve said, unable to keep a teasing lilt from affecting the tone of his words. “And uh, just so you know, I’ll probably be bringing Max’s brother along, so don’t freak out if he shows up. Over and out, nerd.”

“Oh, now you decide to start using-”

Steve switched the radio off abruptly before Dustin could finish his sentence and set it face down on the surface of the table. He sat still for a moment, feeling his earlier exhaustion swirling within him like a snowglobe before he stood up and wandered out into the living room. He found Billy lying splayed out on the couch, eyes closed and resting easily atop the cushions.

“Just make yourself at home, why don’t you,” Steve said dryly, to which Billy gave a noncommittal grunt. “Do you, uh, need a place to stay tonight?” he asked awkwardly when he understood that Billy wasn’t going to move from his position.

Opening his eyes, Billy stared straight up at the ceiling with a stern look on his face.

“I can stay with Tommy H. if it’s a problem,” he said after a minute.

“I don’t really care what you do,” Steve replied, placing a hand on his hip. “But he’d ask questions, you know. You don’t really… look like how you should.” Billy heaved out a long and depressive sigh, shutting his eyes again. “It’s fine, though- you can stay in the spare bedroom upstairs,” Steve offered.

“Couch is fine,” Billy mumbled.

“You’d be missing out, it’s got a Queen-size mattress up there.”

“Couch is fine,” Billy repeated tiredly.

Steve shrugged. “Suit yourself, I guess.” He studied Billy laid out flat across the couch and felt that familiar need to show him pity. He couldn’t help but wonder what Max’s warning applied to; wondered if Billy would tell him about it if he asked.

“You were right about what you said before.” Billy’s voice was soft with exhaustion, but even so, it managed to break into his thoughts. Steve gave him a look of incomprehension. “About my hair, you were right; it’s coming back.”

“Oh,” Steve said, refraining from tapping into his inherent desire to chirp ‘I told you so’ back at him. “That’s great, man. I knew it would.”

“Still paler than the underside of a witch’s tit though,” Billy muttered, holding up a hand to examine his new complexion morosely.

And, yeah, he was right: even though it seemed his hair was going to be restored to its former glory (given enough time), it didn’t look like the same could be said for his skin. He was still woefully pale, looking less like the golden god he’d been before and more like, as Billy had said, the pale underside of a witch’s tit. Steve eyed him contemplatively, trying to come up with a solution that didn’t involve him laying naked out in the snow to try and catch some sun.

“Do you remember Tammy Thomspon?” Steve asked eventually, to which Billy had to pause in order to connect the name with the person being referenced. Once he’d nodded, Steve continued. “She always had a tan year round; used to talk about how she’d go to like, tanning beds and stuff.”

“I am not going to a tanning salon, if that’s what you’re suggesting here Harrington,” Billy said decisively.

“No no! She used to do tanning beds, but then she kept talking about how they were unhealthy and caused skin cancer and blah blah blah. Before the semester ended though, she said she started using some new thing; she was telling me about it in History before the final,” Steve elaborated, stepping further into the room to take a seat on the armrest of the couch. He snapped his fingers as he tried to remember what it was. “It was like, some spray on stuff? A spray-on tan, I think. You could try that? Wouldn't even have to go anywhere to get it done, I think it’s sold retail.”

Billy appeared lost in thought as he contemplated the option. He flexed his pale fingers and heaved another heavy sigh. “Anything would probably be better than this.”

‘You don’t- I mean, it’s not… you don’t look that bad,” Steve lied. Billy put his hand down and glared at him from the far end of the sofa. “Alright alright, so you look like the white end of a fingernail. We get some spray tan, rinse you in it, and presto, you’re back to being average, dark and handsome. I mean, if Tammy Thompson can do it, it shouldn’t be that hard, right?”

Billy snorted. “Handsome, huh? Probably not; she was as dumb as the rest of the cows here.”

“She wasn’t the brightest light in the shed,” Steve agreed, feeling the slightest bit embarrassed at having called Billy handsome. “But, cool; glad we got something sorted out today.

“I’ll be in my room if you need me for anything, and I know you already know where that is,” he said as he came to a rise, casting a snide look at Billy before heading back towards the staircase.

Predictably, Billy clicked his tongue in annoyance. “You realize you only gave me a towel earlier, right? I wasn’t about to put that thing on again. I wasn’t snooping; just trying to find a fucking change of clothes when I heard Maxine yelling for you on your shitty bedside table radio,” he said in that easy, drawling nature of his. “What was I supposed to think?”

“Why don’t you try thinking a little less and just ask instead of jumping to conclusions?” Steve huffed. He hadn’t wanted this to turn into another argument, but it seemed as though the conversation was quickly heading that way. “Look, I don’t- I’m too tired to argue with you. I’m gonna catch a nap and then we can like… I don’t know. Get some bottles of spray tan and hose you down in the backyard or something.”

Billy grunted in affirmation, and Steve was content to leave it at that. He shot Billy one last look before he stepped out of the living room, and, leaving the food out on the table where he’d left it, went straight up to his room. Like the condition he’d left Dustin’s cellar in, he’d clean up the dining room later.

As he entered his room, Steve was afraid, for a moment, that he’d find evidence of Billy having gone snooping through all of his belongings. It would’ve been just like him to try and find something else he could use to hold against him while Steve was unaware, but as he looked around the area carefully, it seemed as though his room appeared untouched. His closet was left open from where Billy had gone in to take the clothes he was currently wearing, but, true to his word, it didn’t look like he’d rifled any deeper into it then he’d needed to.

Relieved, Steve stepped forward until he was toe-to-hem with his bed and let himself fall face forward directly onto the mattress, exhaling a deep sigh once he collided with it. He laid there unmoving, breathing in the hot, trapped air between his face and his comforter before he rolled over and laid himself out spread-eagle to look up at the ceiling.

“Why does this have to be so much harder than it is?” he groaned, cupping his hands together to cover his face. The familiar question he’d wrestled with of ‘why me?’ that he’d been struggling to answer since any of this started began cycling through his mind. Of course, now that he had time to rest, his brain wouldn’t let him.

He just wanted to help, and already he’d almost lost the trust of the only two people he could rely on. Neither of them seemed to understand that it was too great a burden for one person to have to shoulder alone. It needed to be a team effort, but no one seemed willing to branch out and make it one. Once again, it was left to him to take the initiative.

“Why is it so hard for me to help anyone in this damn town?” he moaned.

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