#hargrove mayfield siblings

[raspberry-rampage]

Based on a post by @prettyboybillyhargrove (thank you for your contributions to the fandom!)

Max has already known for a long time but she understands it's important to him.

(getting back to drawing and comic format. it's fun but difficult! I didn't know Billy's curly hair would be so hard, mad respect to people who do it well.)

#stranger things #billy hargrove #max mayfield #steve harrington #harringrove #my art #my st art #hargrove mayfield siblings #i don't want to draw car interiors ever again I pretty much gave up on drawing the bg you can see it lol #just interpret it as a metaphor that billy only has eyes for steve or sth haha

[harringroveera]

Accurate Hargrove-Mayfield siblings dynamic

#billy hargrove #max mayfield #they hate each other they love each other #thats how we know they’re siblings #billy & max #some ppl don’t understand this #incorrect billy hargrove quotes #incorrect max mayfield quotes #harringroveera #billy antis dni #hargrove mayfield siblings #billy hargrove text post #billy hargrove meme #billy hargrove edit #max mayfield edit #max mayfield meme #max mayfield text post

[cavinginhisfvce]

Billy, having a nerf gun war with the kids, when he's backed into a corner by Max and El, both holding their guns up at him with sinister smirks.

"Any last words, blondie?"

With his hands held up in surrender, Billy sighs, "tell Steve I love him. And he better not remarry!"

Before the words are even fully out, the two girls are pelting him with nerf bullets, cackling at his dramatic display of falling over the couch, a hand clutching his chest.

#billy antis dni #billy hargrove #harringrove #max and billy #max and el #the party #hargrove mayfield siblings #el and max are billys sisters #its canon leave me alone #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove protection squad #steve harrington #dramatic billy hargrove #nerf war #billy 'you arent allowed to find love when i die' hargrove #steve 'id rather eat my own foot' harrington #steve and billy arent even married #billy is just dramatic #my brain doesn't work #so i botched every bit mentioning nerf guns

[bigdumbbambieyes]

part 2 of this like a year later

The three of them settle into a booth, Steve sitting across from his boyfriend and watching with a small smirk at how the two siblings fight — Max demanding elbow room by shoving her elbows across the width of the table while Billy shoves at her to move over, the two of them glaring at each other.

Steve doesn’t understand it; the dynamics of siblinghood are foreign, almost alien, to him but he still takes enjoyment in having a front-row seat.

Once their food arrives, Steve sits quietly and eats, chewing on a couple fries as he watches Billy watch Max — his boyfriend’s blue eyes focused on the girl’s burger and fries.

“You’re not gonna eat all of that,” Billy mutters as he takes a sip of his Coke, quirking a brow when Max turns her pinched face to him.

“Yes, I am!” She argues, stuffing a few more fries into her mouth, as if to prove it.

It’s kind of funny, the way Billy lays claim to Max’s food and how that claim makes Max burn with anger and spite.

Maybe dumbly, he asks, “Why don’t you two share?”

They pause mid-chew and stare at Steve like he’s grown a second head before looking at each other and laughing.

“Fuck sharing,” Billy hums as he picks up his burger, “I know the shitbird isn’t gonna finish her food — she never does.”

“Well, I’m gonna now, since you said I won’t,” Max argues again with a little drawl, also picking up her burger, copying her brother as they each take a bite.

Steve can’t help but wonder, “Is there anything you two share?”

“A house,” the siblings answer in unison.

Figures.

“Listen, princess, you’re an only child — just like we were, before we were forced to live together. You try getting a sibling after all this time and tell me just how much you like to share.”

Steve blinks and says, “I’ve always wanted a sibling, though.”

“Then you can have her,” Billy smirks and motions to Max with a tilt of his head.

The redhead frowns at them both, “What makes either of you think I want a brother?”

“You’re telling me you’d rather have a sister?” Billy asks her with a hint of disbelief, quirking a brow, “A sister wouldn’t beat Jacob in ninth grade’s ass for you, now would she?”

“Maybe she would,” Max pouts as she pulls the tomato out of her burger and drops it onto the paper lining her basket, “You don’t know.”

“I know enough,” Billy argues, looking at Steve across the table as he takes another sip.

Steve gives him a smile before furrowing his brows a little, asking quietly, “Did you really beat up that little kid?”

Billy winks at him as he sets his cup down, saying nothing, so Steve rolls his eyes. Of course.

“Here,” Max huffs in defeat a few minutes later, sliding her unfinished food over to a still-hungry Billy, who smiles in triumph.

“Knew it,” Billy chuckles as Max punches his arm and crosses her arms over her chest in annoyance.

Later, when he’s cuddling his boyfriend in his bed, Billy admits with a murmur that he didn’t actually beat up that Jacob kid, he only threatened him. Told him to stay away from his sister.

Because no one bothers Max except him.

And in that moment, Steve understands siblinghood a little bit better.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #max mayfield #hargrove mayfield siblings #steve’s slowly starting to get it #bambiwrites

[animangalover-writes]

In a world where Max and Billy fixed their relationship, Max would wear one of Billy’s denim jackets and think she was the coolest person in the world.

#billy and max #billy hargrove #max mayfield #hargrove mayfield siblings #stranger things #billy antis dni #billy would still call her a dork

[makeadealwithdean]

endless billy 7/? - Stranger Things 2x02 "Trick or Treat, Freak"

#billy hargrove #max mayfield #stranger things #stedit #maxmayfieldedit #billyhargroveedit #billy and max #hargrove mayfield siblings #stranger things gifs #st 2x02 #billy being a little bit of a menace as per usual #i love him he's so dorky and dramatic #mygifs #endless billy hargrove gifs

[pinkkinoko]

That one time Billy told Max he, too, had a nerd boyfriend

The sound of the front door opening and closing let Billy know that Max was back from Lucas’s house, she was holding a milkshake in one hand and had her skateboard tucked up under her other arm. She propped the skateboard up against the wall and made her way to the kitchen, flinging her backpack onto the sofa as she went.

Billy was leaning against the counter, eating a sandwich and flipping through a magazine. He was wearing his reading glasses, something nobody believed he even owned. One time, when she was late getting to the movies, Max had offhandedly explained that it was because Billy was giving her shit since he was convinced she’d touched his glasses. The truth was he just couldn’t find them because he’d left them at Eddie Munson’s house. Lucas just looked weirded out, and Mike had yelled “He reads?”

To which Dustin had replied: “It’s probably just playboy magazines…”

Billy didn’t really wear his glasses around anyone—though it looks like now he wore them around Eddie—and he was actually a pretty big reader. To be fair, she never thought Billy read anything other than the road signs—and that was just so he could do the opposite of what they said. But Billy read a lot; she noticed it a few weeks after Neil had moved in, though he didn’t read out in the open. She’d caught the scene by chance as she was skating back from the boardwalk, Billy’s car was parked in a relatively empty space, his eyes fixed on a heavy book about what she later found out was marine biology.

It was the first time she’d seen him look quiet.

Not bored, or angry, or lazy; not wound up like when he was with his friends, or dangerous like when he was at the dinner table. For once, he just looked quiet, and she thought that maybe, just for that moment, he seemed like every other dumb high school sophomore she’d ever seen.

She was surprised by the glasses, he’d always been pretty, but now he even looked somewhat boyish—if she imagined him with a different hairstyle, one less ambitious and more subtle, she could even see him as a nerdish bookworm.

Still, as she had passed quietly by his car, she could hear the faint sound of his favorite metal tracks playing from the speaker. It was like a reminder, at that time, that he was still Billy, all hard-edged and dangerous.

Things had gotten better, between them, after Neil left. So many things had happened over the summer in Hawkins, especially after Billy got fed-up with lifeguard duty—and Neil—and took a road trip back home to Cali. She’s kind of glad that Billy hadn’t been there, not just because shit had hit the fan with the whole upside-down shit-show, but because of what had happened to Heather, too.

Things between her and Billy weren’t kittens and rainbows, even if they’d gotten better, but the thought of what happened to Heather possibly happening to Billy too—

It made her feel like razors were scraping all down her back.

“Oh no way—what are you wearing?”

Max stood on the threshold, between the carpeted living room of the trailer and the tiled kitchen area, noticing for the first time the dumb shirt she’d had the bad luck of seeing everywhere lately; the glaring words “hellfire club” written in bold across the front.

“Shut up Max, it’s a lame fucking shirt, I can wear lame shit too, alright.”

Billy didn’t bother to look up from the magazine, Max had a feeling it was mostly because he knew she would give him the biggest shit-eating grin in all of Hawkins—and he wouldn’t be able to say anything back. Max thought the shirt was the stupidest thing, and so she knew Billy had to think the same. They disagreed on way too many things to keep track of, but call it a sibling-sense, she just knew he agreed with her on this.

“My boyfriend is in that dumb club and he couldn’t pay me to wear that thing, what bet did you lose?”

The magazine slapped against Billy’s thigh as he let his arm fall forward, an annoyed sigh leaving his mouth.

“Yeah, well mine’s the fucking president, Max. Don’t get used to it, same thing I told Eddie, it’s a one time thing.”

Max had seen Billy kissing Eddie once, it was late and she’d gone out to feed the dog. She saw Billy getting out of Eddie’s van and following him up the steps into his trailer. Before they’d gone inside, Eddie had turned to say something that they’d both laughed at before Billy pulled him down into a kiss.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t caught off guard—it made her rethink a whole feature-film’s worth of stuff in her memory—but after the initial shock wore off, she was left with mixed feelings.

She didn’t really like Munson. Sure, Lucas seemed to think he was alright, and Dustin had pretty much found a new older brother in the guy, but she still wasn’t really convinced.

Not to mention Mike liked him, which was not good advertising; the only good choice Mike had ever made was El, and he still managed to royally fuck that up.

Maybe she was worried whatever issues Billy had, they’d only get worse with Munson around. Saying Munson was a “bad influence” felt like she was pushing Billy around in a stroller; that kind of sentiment was reserved for sweet, over-protective moms who kept track of curfews and supper-times, women like Mrs. Byers.

Still, maybe because it looked like things could actually start to work between her and Billy, Max felt nervous.

Turns out she didn’t really have anything to be nervous about. If anything, Billy mellowed out after meeting Munson, she can’t say it’s not 80% weed, but even 20% feels like miles compared to before. Apparently, the guy can even get Billy to wear the dumbest shirt on the planet, so maybe he’s not that bad after all.

He can even get Billy to date.

Max didn’t even know Billy knew what that word meant, she’d only seen him switching through girls faster than he drove, but maybe she was just looking at it wrong from the start.

Either way, she was happy for him. There was still a ton of shit to work through before she could really feel herself around Billy, she’s sure it was the same for him, but the point was that they had time now.

That’s more than could be said for a lot of people after Starcourt; people like Jim Hopper.

“Well, I guess it looks alright on you.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, and there was a tiny millisecond in which Max was scared again, that maybe he’d snap at her—that maybe Neil was going to walk in the room with her mother on his arm, looking small and timid all over again. But it didn’t happen, Billy’s lips gave a little pull to the right, a smirk, and he bit back;

“Everything looks good on me, Max, even this nerd shit.”

He then went back to reading his magazine, and as she opened the fridge to grab something to snack on, she found a sandwich saran-wrapped and sitting on a plate. She knew it wasn’t her mom, not just because she wasn’t even home since this morning, but because the sticky note on top of it that read “Max” was in Billy’s handwriting.

She smiled, they’d be alright, somehow; if it was the three of them, they could do it.

Billy did, by the way, keep wearing that shirt. It was only around the house, or when he knew nobody but Max would see him in it, but she could tell he liked it.

God, her brother had horrible taste.

#hargrove mayfield siblings #billy hargrove #max mayfield #ficlet #drabble #mungrove #pk’s library #I was feeling max vibes tonight :)

[every-dayiwakeup]

Billy in his relationship coach era.

#billy hargrove #max mayfield #billy & max #hargrove mayfield siblings #st text post #shit post

[hargrove-mayfields]

Hargrove-Mayfield Siblings Model AU

|| GQ Australia Actor of the Year 2022 | The Face of Stella McCartney Winter Collection 2022 ||

Billy Hargrove is a model. He’s been the talk of every major tabloid since he was a teenager, 16 years old in the big leagues. He’s also been incredibly open about how the industry exploited that youth, while staying protective of some other things.

Now he’s trying to shield his little sister from the same thing, but Max is headstrong, and artistic. After being forced by her mother to conform to whatever standards of dressing were considered presentable and modest and decent for a girl her age, the minute she turns 18 she joins her now 22 year old brother on a modeling contract.

So Billy hires her a manager. A familiar face. Someone he knows is good with keeping kids out of hot shit, or at least claims to be.

Steve Harrington, who now goes by Steven H professionally. A figure desperate to be taken seriously in the industry gladly agrees to help out the famous sibling duo. Until he remembers that Billy Hargrove knows how to get under his skin a little too much.

For Max, they play family, but the second the cameras turn away from them it’s back to being at each other’s throats. Billy’s on Steve’s level now. He’s earned wealth, popularity. Freedom. He’ll let Harrington deal with the shitbird, while he takes advantage of those things and parties.

But maybe Billy gets a little too adventurous. Maybe he starts to mirror his dad in his binge drinking. A party’s only a party as long as somebody’s having fun, and Billy’s just scared. Of losing himself. Of becoming what his father was to him, but to Max this time.

He pours himself into his work as an outlet, taking every last gig he can until one of his abusers- one of the women who would’ve done anything to have him on their cover, or their centerfold, back when he was too young- books him for a shoot. It’s the right thing to do, going there. Be responsible. Do your work.

Steve locks him in the car and doesn’t let him go into the studio that day. All of the sudden this isn’t just about protecting Max anymore. Billy needs someone looking out for him to, and Steve’s there now.

The only person who ever saw past the superficial beauty and still decided to stay. To protect. To fall in love.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #billy & max #billy x steve #hargrove mayfield siblings #ej writer #just a quick thing i thought idk if this makes sense #I’ll probably never get around to writing this concept though #i just love this little family

[alice-the-brave]

“I don’t know,” she hums, licking at a stray drop of melted ice cream running down her hand, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it seems like you want to see Steve.”

He pauses, bottle halfway to his lips, still staring down the road. He turns slowly, stares at the side of her head where she’s intent on her ice cream, innocent and unbothered. Pretending she didn’t say something that even just a few months ago would have turned this all ugly. Still might.

            “Good thing you do know better,” he says, voice low and warning.

She frowns at her ice cream, glances up at him, something defiant and stubborn in her eyes.

            “You’re allowed to be friends with him, you know.”

He flinches at the weight of her gaze, at the knowing look in her eyes.

It had been her fault they’d moved. Because Dad hadn’t liked her dad being so close. Hadn’t liked another man having any kind of claim on his wife, or his daughter. But also because Max had always been too smart. Had always seen Billy a little too clearly. She had looked at him, and the people he hung around, the company he kept and had asked questions. Had asked Susan. Susan, who as always, had asked his Dad.

Neil Hargrove hadn’t ever made a habit of asking Billy anything.

            “I don’t need you to tell me what I’m allowed,” He spits, slamming the bottle down on the roof of the car hard enough that she jumps, eyes wide and surprised, as if she’d forgotten what he was like, “You need to learn to mind your fucking business or I swear to God, Max, you’re going to regret it.”

            “You think I don’t?”

That draws him up short.

            “What?”

            “You think I don’t know that half the reason your dad moved us out here was because of what I said?” She aska, crunching the ice cream in her hand into sad, wet crumbs on the gravel. “I didn’t think – I mean. I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know he’d – that he’d do that. Any of it.”

She doesn’t look at him as she says it, turns to frown at the gravel below them, like the dirt can hide the way she looks afraid.

It had been the first time Max had really seen how bad his Dad could be. She’d seen him scold Billy before, seen him threaten things, seen him slap him upside the head or push him around. But until then he’d been careful to never really let her see how bad it could get.

But that night, Max had seen it all. That night, Neil had been so incensed by the very idea of what she had inadvertently implied about his son, that he’d forgotten to pretend to be a decent fucking person.

Billy remembers, vaguely, hearing her crying, hearing her yelling something, and Susan dragging her away. He remembers her face in the waiting room of the hospital, the pale, wide-eyed look she’d given him. The way she flinched away from not only Neil but Susan too.

            “I didn’t think mom would say anything to him about it,” she says, fists clenching in her pasty freckled lap, “I didn’t think she’d let him do it.”

He stares at her for a moment. Tries to think past the rushing of his blood, the immediate anger in his gut.

            “Which part?” He asks, and she turns to him quickly, brow furrowed. “You didn’t think she’d let him do which part?”

            “I didn’t think-” she stalls out, looks away, clenches her sticky hands on her thighs. “I didn’t think she’d let him hurt you like that.”

He stares at her, baffled.

It had never occurred to him that Susan might try to stop him.

She tried to diffuse things, sure, tried to head off arguments before they got past stern words and threats, but Billy had always thought she just wanted to avoid the ordeal of it all. Thought that she was scared of breaking her façade of peace.  

He had never expected her to really step in. He’d only ever wondered at her staunch witness to it all. Her refusal to walk away, even as she stood in the corner like a pale-faced wraith, unmoving unless it was to get Maxine out of the room. 

He'd never expected her to step between Billy and his Dad, never expected her to speak against a single thing that he decided to do. 

Neil Hargrove got what he wanted, always. 

But for the first time it occurs to him what that must have looked like to Max. 

Billy’s Mom was the only good thing he’d ever had in this life. She’d tried to defend him from his Dad, tried to stand against him. She’d bit and spit and screamed and hadn’t let him get away with it, not without a fight.  

She’d been his only defense. Right up until the day she left. 

Max had Susan, who had been her confidant, her safe place. He remembers the way Max used to hide behind her when Neil came around, remembers the way she would tug at her hand and whisper.  

He doesn’t remember when she stopped. 

Can’t pinpoint the day she realized her mother wasn’t safe. That she wouldn’t protect her from Neil, wouldn’t keep her secrets, wouldn’t fight for her. Susan never bit back, she never screamed in defiance. She never shielded Max with her own body, never told a soul what happened behind closed doors. She had thrown away both of their lives and torn Max away from the only people who could have saved her from the prison they all lived in. 

Which is worse, he wonders, staring at her glassy blue eyes, tears all dried up. Which is worse, really, being abandoned and left to the wolves, or being abandoned and having her stick around to watch you die? 

He at least could pretend that his Mom might come back for him, that she was bidding her time, that she hurt as much as he did. When he was small and angry and terrified he could pretend that she had made a mistake, that she hadn’t meant it. 

Max had to stare Susan in the face every day and reckon with her betrayal. She didn’t get to pretend.  

“You never think,” he says, turning away, staring up at the cliffs again. 

The birds are loud here, the forest alive in a way that belies the ominous air it exudes at night. Here, in the sun and the chirping of birds, the rustling trees and animals seem serene. It’s enough to make the midnight gloom of it seem like a dream. Enough to make the memory of Harrington standing in the shadows holding a bat caked in dried blood seem false, imagined. Enough to make the memory of Maxine, trembling and fierce and drowned in the blood of his Father seem like a hallucination. Like the strange, dark dreams he has on fever nights, when the sickness and the broken bones stir dark things in his sleeping mind. Impossible things. Things that make him shake and shiver with fear, with horror. It doesn’t seem possible. Seems like a nightmare. She’s getting sunburnt, sitting there on his car, hair up in a scrunchy, wearing his sunglasses. Her hands are sticky with ice cream. Little girl hands. Like they ought to be. 

“Sorry.” She clenches her hands in her lap, fiddles with the hem of her shorts. 

He stares at her for another moment. Breathes. Thinks. Doesn’t let himself spit and snarl, though the urge to is choking him.  

How many times are they going to do this? Wander in circles, biting and snapping and begging for forgiveness, back and forth, forever. He thinks it might drive him crazy. That they can’t just get past it all, that even though his Dad is gone – even though they aren’t going to have to step on each other just to breathe the clean air anymore – there’s still so much rot between them. He wonders why she bothers. Thinks, maybe, that she won’t leave, no matter how vicious he is, just because she’s just as bad. Just because she’s never known when to drop it. Never thought anything through. 

Mad Max, the daredevil, fearless and headstrong and going nowhere fast. 

“Put on your sunscreen,” he says, instead of any of that, reaching into the passenger seat through the open window and tossing the bottle at her. 

She catches it clumsily and tosses back the bitchiest look a fourteen-year-old can muster. 

“You sound like Steve,” she sneers, not as harsh as she usually might.  

Like she’s still testing the waters. 

He snorts and snatches his sunglasses off her face, slipping them on and leaning back against the car as if he’d never gone tense in the first place. 

“Fine, get burnt for all I care, just don’t bitch at me about it later.” 

She huffs and rolls her eyes, but she opens the tube without a word and he can see the edge of a smile on her face even though he isn’t looking. 

#max mayfield #billy hargrove #stranger things #ficlet #in my ideal world neil dies bloody #in this one i made up max did it #neil hargrove is his own warning #billy hargrove redemption #my writing #stranger things fic #hargrove mayfield siblings #max and billy #harringrove #if you squint #pls dont bully me

[80svhstapes]

something i genuinely cant and never will understand with this show is that, why is max drugging billy, which could've killed him in a number ways, threatening him with a nailed bat and screaming at him celebrated and deemed "girlboss" despite the fact that its straight up abusive

but then people are so quick to turn around and slap the "abusive" label on billy for yelling at her once and grabbing wrist once, that's normal sibling shit, I mean its not like I would know, its not like I'm the youngest out of 4 siblings but you know I don't know anything

and something ive seemed to noticed is that, max stans who are billy antis, they don't actually seem to care about max as much as they claim to.

because they say we trauma erase because we wished the siblings got to make amends and work on having a better relationship but they turn around and say that max had nothing to be depressed and suicidal about

even though she watched billy get slaughtered in front of her.

they also still refuse to acknowledge the fact that susan's been abusing max for the entirety she's been on the show, why? i have no idea.

ive seen a lot of people argue that susan isn't abusive because "she's barely there"

which is exactly my point

neglection is a type of abuse, susan never did her job as a mother, she put her parental responsibilities on billy dispite the fact that she knew he was getting beaten everyday and was too mentally and emotionally unstable to do her job.

which by the way, a wasnt his responsibility anyway because he was also a child and b he's not an additional parent

im sure people who are older siblings know that frustration.

#billy hargrove #not tagging max for obvious reasons #anti susan mayfield #hargrove mayfield siblings

[raspberry-rampage]

still learning how to draw characters so here's some silly siblings doodles

#stranger things #billy hargrove #max mayfield #hargrove mayfield siblings #y'all i know i promised to myself to draw harringrove but i dunno sth about sibling relationship spoke to me more but i'll draw steve too #i'm fighting an artblock now sighhh so this is from september when i stole my sis' poscas #you know that in modern au max would take a hell lot of selfies with annoyed billy in the bg #my st art #my art

[tundrrra]

did ppl just gloss over the fact that billy’s literal last words were an apology? like what more do you want from him? just let him be dead in peace at least, my god

#i’m tired and the only thing occupying my mind is billy #i am still angry tho #again i’m tired #goodnigth #billy hargrove #hargrove mayfield siblings #harringrove

[cavinginhisfvce]

'IT'LL ALL WORK OUT'

Disclaimer: I'm honestly not a fan of Susan, but I thought this fic idea was cute!

Paring: Harringrove.

When Neil married Susan, he was against Susan adopting Billy, claiming the boy's real mother couldn't bother to be tasked with raising him, so no one should ever burden themselves with such a thing.

Susan, surprisingly, was firm in wanting to pick up the slack Billy's mother left in her wake, eventually Neil relented, and the adoption process was underway.

It's been four years, and a move to Hawkins, Indiana since Billy legally became Susan's child, something Max was displeased with initially, quickly became a comfort to her when she discovered what Neil did to his son. It had shaken her to her core, and when she relayed the information to her mother, the woman simply pulled her into a hug and murmured, "I know, baby. It'll all work out."

Max didn't know what that meant, or if she should trust her mom. But, she silently nodded, she had no real options here. She had to wait for the future. 

The future as it turns out, was just three months later; Neil had laid into Billy with more fervor than usual, and when Susan made to step in, her husband struck her. 

It hadn't detoured the red-haired woman, she continued her self-appointed task of checking on Billy, who was staring up at her with a look she's never seen on his face, a look no seventeen should ever wear. 

She gave him a small, comforting smile, just as Neil got a fist full of otherwise pristine hair; his freehand raising to strike once more.

The action worked quickly in pulling Billy from his Susan induced trance with a start, his body moving faster than his brain as he lunged at his father, swiftly knocking the man to the ground.

For years, Neil's abuse had only ever been turned towards his son, and in truth he was grateful; because Billy doesn't know what he would do if it was ever Max on the receiving end. She was a child, she was his shitty little sister. Max, who brought him the stupidest (best) hoodies he owns, the fabric softer than any he had previously. Max, who despite hating Billy in the beginning, now comes to his room when she has a nightmare or generally needs comforting from someone other than her mother. She's the only person to hug him since the day his mom took off. 

His sister who despite everything, tries so hard to show Billy someone loves him. She loves him.

Susan had tried to comfort him, but Billy always brushed her off. She never seemed to take it personally for some reason. Maybe because she knew he was afraid of what would happen if Neil even suspected Billy felt safe in their home.

The knowledge that Neil could hurt Susan was always present in Billy's mind, but he often wrote off his concern with a scoff. She knew what she married, she knew what he was like. It was her problem, not his.

However, seeing Neil actually hit Susan had set something off in Billy, because while she may have never defended or stood up for him as she had today; she still made sure he was properly tended to after encounters with his father.

If Neil sent him to bed sans dinner, locking him in his bedroom for however long, she would have Max sneak him a sandwich, Max was always more than happy to take said food. 

The times when Neil kicked Billy out intent on making the boy sleep in his car, Susan always snuck a bag of snacks, blankets, and whatever else, into the bushes by their house for him to grab. Despite always going to Steve's and sleeping in the boy's guestroom on those nights, it still showed she was trying.

If Billy was bed ridden after his father caved his chest in, a few too many times, she would come into his room, soothe his pain with hushed words and gentle touches. Billy was usually too tired and in too much pain to reject her warm hands and kind fingers working through his curls after she'd patched him up.

Seeing Susan cradle her cheek, seeing Max sob at the display, finally gave Billy the nerve to stand up to Neil.

He doesn't really remember much after straddling his father, his fists flying rapidly, their intended destination Neil's face, but he does remember Susan scrambling to call 911. Remembers her soft words of assurance that Neil was down.

He remembers Max's look of relief as their eyes met.

He still feels the phantom hold as Susan tugs him from his place over his dad's limp frame. Can vaguely recall the frightening seconds he thought he killed his father before the man was gasping awake, his eyes widened with fear as they landed on Billy. He was actually afraid of Billy. 

Everything beyond that was a blur, Billy doesn't really know what was said, or done. He just knows Neil was in police custody, something that would've left Billy parentless, if not for Susan having adopted him all those years ago.

Especially since his own mother had taken off when he was barely five, and relinquished her rights as a parent in the same breath she'd divorced his father. 

He always wondered why he wasn't enough. For his mother or Neil.

When Hopper came by to ask if they wanted to press charges, both Billy and Susan agreed easily. It was the most gratifying decision Billy has ever made in regards to his father and the abuse he's endured at his hands for years.

Billy and Steve started officially seeing each other a few weeks after Neil's trial ended. Hopper saw to it that his father was hit with the max sentence for child abuse, and domestic violence. Both Max and Billy would be well into adulthood when Neil gets released, something that made the decision to be with Steve all that sweeter.

He hadn't wanted to come out to Susan, the lingering fear that she would object to her newly seventeen year old son being with a guy was too prevalent. 

Though, technically, he didn't come out to her, she came to him one morning with her hand on her hip and a warm smile on her lips demanding he "bring his 'Pretty Boy' to dinner."

Billy wanted to be upset that she'd found out, but he was far too humiliated that it was his own fault she'd figured it out. Apparently calling Steve 'Pretty Boy' like it was going out of style, was a dead giveaway for the woman.

Much to Billy and Max's (dis)pleasure, Susan and Steve got along easily.

On Billy's eighteenth birthday, Max had barged into his bedroom, shrieking in horror when she was met with an eyeful of her brother and Steve in a slight state of undress, Billy had thrown a pillow in her direction, his voice rough with embarrassment as he shouted, 

"Mom, tell Maxine to fucking knock!" 

Both siblings froze at that, Max had a wide smile on her face, while Billy looked slightly mortified, his words echoing in his ears.

The look morphed into one of pain when Susan slipped into his room, her smile rivaling Max's with how big it was, "That's the first time you've ever called me mom…"

Billy swallowed thickly and nodded his head, though he refused to make eye contact with the woman, even when she was throwing her arms around his bare shoulders in an iron grip hug, "okay, okay, I get it! Can we maybe talk about this shit later, you know, when I'm not trying to get laid on my birthday?" 

Billy wasn't actually going to have sex with Steve with both Max and Susan home, but their presence in the house definitely wasn't going to prevent Steve from watching Billy fall apart beneath him, especially not if the brunet had any say in the matter.

This had Susan reaching out to lightly slap his shoulder, a faux look of exasperation on her features,"maybe next time you or Pretty Boy over there will remember to lock the door, hm?"

With one last smile at Billy, accompanied by a wink, she then ushered Max out the room, Steve almost immediately leaping up to lock the door behind them; his face beet red when their eyes finally met.

"I'm fuckin' moving out." His tone was embarrassed, but there was no heat behind, no real threat to his words. 

He wouldn't leave his sister and his mother for any reason short of them wanting him gone.

#billy antis dni #billy hargrove #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove protection squad #harringrove #steve harrington #max and billy #hargrove mayfield siblings #good parents susan hargrove #i dont actually like susan but ive been toying with this one shot since july or August #never planned to post it tbh #tw neil hargrove #tw child abuse #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove fanfiction #harringrove fic #soft billy hargrove #implied #bottom billy hargrove #tw sex mention #angst with a happy ending #steve loves billy

[bigdumbbambieyes]

i have many many feelings about Billy healing his inner child and realizing just how much he needs it

buying himself lego sets because his mother used to and it makes him sad but also nostalgic in a nice way, like he can hear her humming in the kitchen while she fixes him lunch as he builds the set

letting himself have a bubble bath because his dad used to force him to take quick showers, said real men don’t take baths and he needs to man up, not soak in a warm tub, so he feels anxious while he idly plays with the bubbles until he slowly begins to relax

tw unhealthy food relationship he used to keep himself away from ice cream because his dad once shamed him for eating too much as a kid (you’ll get fat and no one will want you), so when he tags along as driver for the brats when they get ice cream one hot afternoon, he allows himself to indulge in a single scoop of vanilla, enjoying it the entire time

he used to braid his mother’s hair when he was a kid, so when he spots Max struggling to braid her own one afternoon before her date with Lucas, he quietly offers his help. she’s shocked but they’re trying to be better, so she says ‘okay’ and he takes his time braiding her hair, making sure it’s in two neat braids before leaving without a word with tears lining his eyes, barely hearing Max’s soft ‘thanks’ as he goes

when he and Steve start dating, Billy let’s himself laugh. like, full on belly laugh, because his boyfriend is clumsy and cute and such a dork that it makes Billy grin and laugh and smile. he doesn’t keep his guard up around Steve because he doesn’t have a reason to, not anymore. he hasn’t laughed this hard and free since he was a kid

#billy hargrove #harringrove #max mayfield #hargrove mayfield siblings #steve harrington #bambiwrites

[keepingupwiththestrangerthings]

billy and max headcannon

Billy use to always listen to kate bush's 'running up that hill' and thats why it became Max's favourite song after billy passed.

#keeping up with the stranger things #stranger things #max mayfield #billy hargrove #hargrove mayfield siblings #headcanon #hc #hcs #stranger things headcanons #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fandom #kate bush #running up that hill