you got it
Paring: Harringrove | Rating: G | 2333 words | Getting back together, song fic
This is the fic I wrote for @harringrovezine over a year ago. Well, this is the slightly longer version of the fic that went in the zine. I was trying to come up with an idea and I got to thinking about the song You Got It by Roy Orbison (or, more specifically, the version Whoopie Goldberg sings in the movie Boys on the Side). Its a song that makes me cry in 10 seconds flat... And I thought, ooh what if Billy was in a band, and he sang that song to try and get Steve back... so I went looking for a cover with lots of drums and I found this song:
I have plans to expand, both before and after what happens in this fic, even started a playlist for the band. I hope you enjoy it.
Summary:
Billy is the lead singer of the band Renegade Sunshine in San Diego. He left Hawkins with a broken heart the day after graduation.
Max got the band hired to provide the music at the Hawkins High 10 year reunion, in a last ditch matchmaking attempt to get Billy back with Steve.
“Billy, you have to go.”
Max shook the invite in his face and Billy was two seconds away from biting her hand if she didn’t cut it out.
“No, actually, I don’t have to do anything.” He focused on his breathing like he’d learned in therapy, and it was vaguely working.
“Come on!” The whine in her voice took him back to their teenage years. He rolled his eyes and counted to ten. She kept shoving the shiny piece of paper in his face and he had enough. He snatched it out of her grasp, folded it and put it in his back pocket.
“Give it up, Maxine.”
“You know I won’t, William . This is your chance to get him back.”
Billy felt everything inside him turn to stone. He should have expected Max to hit below the belt, yet it still hurt. “Shut up. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Billy, please!”
Billy turned away from her and walked to his room, closing the door carefully behind him instead of slamming it like he really wanted. The lock clicked really loudly into place. He lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
Fuck!
The last thing he needed right now was to think about Steve. The invite for the Hawkins High Class of ‘85 ten year reunion was burning a hole in his pocket. The way Max inferred it was his fault that the thing between him and Steve had ended was burning a hole in his gut.
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Fighters Deluxe and Dedede's Drum Dash Deluxe are 10 years old today.
I spent three hours on this. Jesus Christ, help me
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THIS CAN'T BE REAL
Normal. (<- LYING GG G H H 💥🔥💥🫳‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️👍‼️👍‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️👍🔥💥‼️💥🫳💥🫳💥🫳💥🫳🤝👏🔥🤝💥💕)
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