we’re fucked, it’s fine
it’s already june in nz, so happy pride month, you sexy people! here’s whatever this is. a lot of this is based on personal experience. i got high while writing it at the end. it’s also not proof-read. a chaotic journey, if you ask me.
"Hey, Tommy?" eleven-year old Steve asked. His hands were shaking.
"Mm? Yeah?"
"I think I like boys."
Steve could see Tommy turn to him out of the corner of his eye, but his eyes stayed glued on the TV. Luke Skywalker and Han Solo were going to rescue Princess Leia and he would rather see that than know his friend's reaction to the news. Especially now that Tommy was being so silent, so different from his usual chatty self.
Steve looked down at his hands. "I-I understand if you don't want to be my-my best friend anymore. I know it's kinda, like, weird."
"No-" Tommy was quick to say. "It's not that."
"Yeah?" Steve asked, glancing at his friend.
"Yeah, man. I just got distracted by Luke Skywalker."
Steve laughed softly, then stayed silent. He looked back down at his hands again.
"I don't mind that you're gay," Tommy continued. "That's the word you use, by the way."
"I know." Steve said, rolling his eyes, but he was smiling, which was something. "And I don't think I am. I-I like girls too." He finally looked at his best friend properly, but only to see his reaction.
"Oh! Me too! My mom told me the word for that! It's pansexual, I think... or is it bisexual? Wait, let me call my mom." He reached for the phone, but before he could press any of the buttons, Steve was snatching it away, eyes wide and stunned.
"TOMMY!" he yelled, throwing his hands up. "Don't ask her! It's-I don't want anyone to know yet."
"Not even Carol? Or your parents?"
"Especially not them!" Steve slumped down, suddenly exhausted. He put his hands over his face to hide the fact that he might cry. Tommy’s eyes widened. "Dude..."
"I know, I know. Okay. It's just- I don't know if they'll be cool with it, ya know? They’re not like your mom." Steve took his hand away from his face and turned his head to look at Tommy, his cheek resting on the couch. "They're not- they can kick me out or whatever. I don't want them to-to hate me, and maybe they would leave me at home all alone more often if they knew.”
"They wouldn’t, Stevie."
"You don't know that. They could hate gay people for all I know."
"Yeah...maybe.." Tommy trailed off, scooting closer to Steve until their shoulders were touching. "I get that. My cousin thinks gay people come from hell. He says the devil makes us. But Mami says that's stupid, because God is the only being in the universe with the power to create life."
Steve tensed at that. "Do you think the devil made me?"
"No, dude. My cousin is crazy. He thinks the devil made everything. Even science, because it goes against God, even though science is cool. No cool thing can be made by anyone but God, so.."
That made Steve snort. "I don’t like science, Tommy.” He then leaned his head on his best friend's shoulder, sighing. “So I'm not from hell?"
"Nope. God made you, just like he made everyone else. And he made you super cool!" A laugh escaped Steve’s lips before he could help it. "Thanks, Tom."
Tommy got up and grabbed the remote from where it was discarded. "So? You wanna finish the movie?"
Steve smiled. "Yeah.."
I’m fucked, he thought.
-
"I don't like sex," thirteen-year old Billy blurted suddenly. His best friend, Luca, looked up from his sandwich. "What?"
"Yeah. Most guys in our grade talk about it and- and how cool and fun it is and I just- everytime a girl touches me- it makes me feel weird-" Billy stopped. He pushed his hair out of his face. "I don't know, man. I just don’t like fuckin’ with them."
"So you're ace?"
"Ace?"
That made Luca smile. "Asexual. That means you don't like to have sex."
"Oh." Ace. Asexual. "Does that mean I can't- what if sex with guys sounds good? Not with girls though? I’d like to have sex with a guy."
Luca rolled his eyes. "Okay. Gay, then."
Im fucked, Billy thought.
"What if I want to like girls?"
“You can’t really choose, dumbass. It just happens. You like some people and you don’t like others.”
Billy sighed and tapped his fingers on the table, “I can pretend though.”
"You can.” Luca furrowed his brows, “but that won’t feel good. You’re gay and that’s fine. It’s not bad.”
Billy tried to hide it but he smiled then, because it fit. Gay. Boys.
Huh. Not bad.
-
Billy liked the label. He didn’t like to be Billy The Gay Dude though. He was just Billy. He was always and will always be Billy- a normal teenager who liked to go to parties, who was trying to save up for a car, who stayed up past his bed-time to read horror stories. He was Billy. He just happened to like boys.
That’s fine.
-
It was rare that Mr. Harrington and Mrs. Harrington were anything but calm and collected in front of their son. But when Steve walked into the living room of the house, his mother was pacing furiously, and his father was talking on the the phone, jaw tense and eyes determined.
"Yes, I understand that it's none of my business, but considering the fact that all of the men that work for you are idiots- or homos, I'm making it my business," Mr. Harrington snapped, huffing. Steve pulled his mother to sit next to him on the couch and raised his eyebrow in question.
"Your father’s trying to figure something out," she whispered. "He'll talk to you when he’s done, hopefully." Steve shook his head. "Why is he mad?" he whispered back.
"It's a stupid idea is what it is... Frankly, I don't care if that offends you, Sir. What you're proposing is absurd, no matter what you believe it is. I do not want him to work at a public pool when he’s all of that..."
"They found out that a gay boy works at the community pool," his mother replied, pushing Steve to a side.
"Yeah, well you can shove your faggotry up your ass," Mr. Harrington said, ending the call. He put a shaking hand over his face and took a deep breath. When he took his hand away from his face, it was obvious he was serious about this.
"Needless to say," Mrs. Harrington said, louder now, "we want him fired."
Steve was speechless. "Wait-why?"
"Because they're parasites," his father said before his mother could reply. “They’re a goddamn disease plaguing our community, Steven.”
A tense silence stretched as Steve tried to process the news.
"I have a bisexual friend at school," Steve finally said, his voice soft. I am that bisexual friend. “He- He’s just a normal guy. Like you, Dad. He needs jobs too. You shouldn’t take that away.”
His father scoffed at the fact that Steve was friends with someone like that. His mother smiled sadly. "No, Steven. You’ve just always been so soft."
"Yeah, because maybe he needs that job. Maybe he doesn’t have what we have. Not everyone is lucky."
"It’s not being lucky, it’s being a hard worker.” Mr. Harrington clarified. “And I’m just trying to keep people like him away from my family and friends,” he added. He sighed after a while, “they don’t want to fire him anyway. Chief is against it.”
"It’s better for business if you just leave the kid alone," Steve offered. For business.
"Yeah, I will. I don’t want him to taint my reputation anyway.”
Steve smiled a little, but it was more of a grimace. A hand landed on his shoulder, and when he looked up, his mother was looking at him with dark, reflective eyes. "So thoughtful."
Steve shrugged. "I just look at the bigger picture," he said as an explanation. “It could affect Dad’s entire business if he seemed like he was discriminating against someone.”
Mr. Harrington nodded. "Damn straight, son."
-
When Billy was dying on the mall floor, there were two things that were on his mind:
1. I should apologize to Max.
2. My mom died too and she never knew I was gay.
Which is kind of stupid. But he couldn't help it.
When he woke up at the hospital, random people and kids kept bringing him flowers, or gave him pity-hugs. And for some reason, he wished he died just so that he could tell her. Mom, I’m gay.
He could feel his heart tug and clench with tremendous guilt because I should have died and she'll never know I'm gay. My mother will never know I'm gay.
"Hargrove?" Steve was sitting next to Billy’s bed. Which felt weird for both of them, obviously. But Steve insisted to visit often, so apparently they were friends now, and Billy didn't have the energy to fight him.
Plus, he kind of was good company.
"Where's your head at, hm?" Steve said when he didn't answer.
He looked up from his hands at Steve, who was smiling soft at him. His eyes were slightly red, and he was paler than usual; something in Billy’s chest tugged at the sight, and he wanted to pull Steve into bed next to him and force him to get some sleep.
I should have died. She’ll never know I'm gay.
"Harrington?" Billy asked, voice breaking. His hand was shaking too much to nudge Steve, so he had to use his voice.
"Billy?" The smile dropped off Steve’s face, and the tug in his chest turned into a burn. "Hey, what's wrong?"
She'll never know. She died never knowing something really important about me.
Tears were rolling freely down Billy’s face now. "Harrington, I-Harrington, I have to tell you something."
"Go on," he said, eyes dripping in concern. He took Billy’s shaking hand in his, and something in Billy broke.
"H-Harrington," he sobbed, clutching his stomach because he suddenly couldn't breathe. "Ste-Steve, oh my god. I fucked-I fucked up-p. So b-bad-bad. Like, real-really ba-bad."
There was a screech, and suddenly Steve was crouching on the floor next to him, his hand cupping Billy’s face. He rubbed his cheek. "Billy, breathe. Shhh. Breathe, Billy."
"Steve." He felt like his lungs were on fire. He felt like he was covered in goo. All over him. Over his legs, arms, chest. Into his mouth, blocking his airway- into his lungs, filling them up like water. He felt like he was a fish, used to breathing in water but dying in air.
He felt crazy.
She's not going to be here for my first date- with a boy. My first kiss- with a boy. My wedding. Kids, maybe. She's never going to come with me to Pride. She's not going to be here for my college graduation. She's never going to see me find love. She's never going to know I'm gay.
Steve nudged something at his lips, and Billy looked down to see his inhaler. In his half-lucid mind, he forgot that he didn't have normal functioning lungs anymore. He parted his lips, letting the fresh air fill his lungs. He took a deep breath, then inhaled the other hit. And another. Once he was breathing normally again, aside from the occasional hiccup, he deflated, suddenly exhausted.
"That’s good," Steve cooed, brushing the hair from his face. "Better?"
All he could do was nod at him, trying not to concentrate on the tears streaking down Steve’s face. "Good. You're fine, okay? You're fine."
Billy grabbed Steve’s hand from his cheek, keeping it there. Trying to still it, even though his own hand was shaking. "Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"I-" He closed his eyes and squeezed his hand. "My mom doesn't- I- she’s never gonna know me, Steve. I'm not straight and- and she's dead- and she's never gonna kn-know. Steve, I’m gay. I-I'm not st-straight. I'm no-not- I'm not and she's never--can't."
"God, Billy..."
"Don-don't be mad," he cried, letting go of Steve’s hand and putting it over his eyes.
"Billy, why would I be mad?"
"Don't be mad at me. It’s not-It’s not my- fault. I-I-can't-"
"Billy," Steve said, his voice firm. He took his hand away from his face and kissed it. "Billy. I'm not mad. I would never be mad at you for that. Never."
Billy tugged at Steve’s hand until he stood up and sat on the bed next to him. Tears were still streaming down Billy’s face. "She never got to know me, Steve," he whispered, “She wouldn’t have loved me.”
She's never gonna know I'm not straight.
"Billy..." Steve brought a hand around his waist, pulling him towards him, then buried his nose into Billy’s neck. Billy could feel Steve’s teardrops on his shoulder.
"Steve, she-she died thinking I was-I was so-something else. Someone else."
"It's okay-it's okay."
"No, Steve. I-she died and I-I can't-she's never go-going to know and it-its killing me."
Steve didn't say anything. Just buried himself into Billy’s neck and hugged him tight.
When something can't be fixed, Billy thought, the people you love hold you. And they let you cry.
He's holding me and letting me cry because he can't fix this. This can't be fixed. She'll never know I'm gay.
Billy rested his head on Steve’s and cried into his hair until they both fell asleep.
-
Steve and Robin became friends very quickly. They always worked well together.
Especially after she admitted that she liked girls. And that she preferred Dustin over him. Because duh. Any friend of Steve’s had to prefer Dustin over him. Dust was so fun- it wouldn't be right otherwise.
She also preferred Joyce, which was also a given. Joyce was just like that. She took people in like they were her own and treated them with nothing but respect and kindness and love, no matter what. Her compassion for others was extraordinary, and her resilience was inspiring. It was hard not to love Joyce more than anybody, really.
"I'm your friend for Mama Joyce perks," Robin said once, while they were having the lunch Joyce sent specifically to Family Video.
"It's fine," he replied, shrugging. "I'd prefer Joyce, too."
Robin always came to his house now after she found out he was always alone. He had a feeling it was also for Joyce perks, but she stayed even if Joyce didn’t visit or send any food. Sometimes, Dustin would come along to use Steve’s Atari, but he had a dentist appointment today and so they were all alone.
Tell her, he thought, not for the first time that day. She doesn't care. Just tell her so it's out of the way.
"Hey Robin?" Steve called. His voice cracked a little.
"What?" She replied, her eyes not leaving the book she was reading. Surprisingly, that made him slightly calmer.
He blurted it before he could help it. "I'm not straight."
"Oh, I know."
"What?"
Robin finally looked up, making eye contact with him. "I'm pretty sure you're bisexual. Pretty sure. But I’m not sure if you’ve got heart eyes for anyone right now. I'm still trying to figure it out."
Steve blanked . "Uh- well, there’s-"
"Nope. Don't tell me. I want to figure it out."
"Oh. Uh, okay." Steve went back to toying with his hoodie-strings, still trying to process what just happened.
"And dingus?" Robin said. "I think it's cool, that you trusted me with that. Thanks."
A smile made its way onto Steve’s face, but he didn't reply.
Later that week, he was rereading the note Billy left (instead of money) in the tip jar for the sixth time when Robin came up to him. Her arms were crossed and she had a determined look in her eye. When she finally reached him, she kept her voice low enough so that only he could hear what she was going to say.
"So. The heart eyes? For Billy?"
He laughed, nodding.
She smirked. "Got ya."
-
After Billy was discharged from the hospital, Hopper and Joyce kept a close eye on him.
There were 'workout days’ every Friday to make sure Billy only worked out then and didn’t overwork himself. Weekend trips to random places whenever Hopper felt spontaneous or felt like taking him along on one of his PD meeting. Sleepovers with El and Max. Movie nights with Joyce or Jonathan or Steve or all three. Billy’s relationship with them turned into something less formal and more... relaxed. Casual.
Familial, a part of Billy’s brain bugged, but he ignored it.
Hopper also became a lot more affectionate, which was unusual in itself.
Joyce once told him that after Sarah, he could only stand the slightest hug sometimes. And even now, after so long, he could only stand so much physical contact.
But with Billy, it seemed like he didn't even mind. He’d untangle the curls in Billy’s hair, hug him out of nowhere, and he even pulls Billy’s head into his lap randomly. They got close, especially after almost a year of living with each other. A year of Hopper being his dad, Billy’s brain bugged again.
Familial, Billy’s brain teased. Parental.
But no. That wasn't right. Billy hadn't even come out to him or Joyce yet. Which was saying something, because he was out to basically everyone close to him. Will, Jonathan, Robin, Steve, Max, El, even the Wheeler boy knew. And it's not like Billy didn't want to come out to them. He did.
In fact, Joyce was probably one of the only people that didn't assume he was straight all the time. When she teased Billy, it was never, Who is she? Is she cute?
It was always they.
Who are they? Are they cute?
If you don't introduce me to that special person of yours I'm gonna find them for myself.
They've got you wrapped around their finger, huh?
It didn’t matter that it was painfully obvious that Steve was the special person. (Either Hopper and Joyce were really oblivious, or they just wanted Billy to tell them himself).
But Billy actually appreciated it. Especially when Hopper teased him because it always gave him a leeway to come out. Come to think of it, Billy still didn't know why he hadn't come out yet. There were many opportunities.
Maybe it's because they’ve known him for a while now, and he's pushed himself farther into the closet every time he didn't come out and now it feels too late. Which sounded dumb. Billy had a hunch that Joyce and Hop definitely already knew.
"Kid?" Hopper said, breaking him out of his thoughts. "You with me?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Right here." Billy tried to smile, but it came out a bit forced.
Hopper turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "You sure? Anything happen at work?"
Billy shrugged, turning away from his piercing gaze and sitting himself next to Joyce on the table. "Not really. I got a really bad sunburn on my shoulders though."
Just tell them.
"My boss was being a dick, but that's not unusual."
Joyce shook her head at the word choice.
Just tell them. Spill it out.
"Also. I'm gay," he blurted, then covered his mouth with his hand.
Not like that!
"I-I didn't mean that," Billy said through his fingers.
Hopper’s smile turned impossibly soft. Billy only ever saw that smile before when El got all her multiplication tables down.
Joyce dragged her chair closer to Billy, then carefully started peeling Billy’s hand away from his mouth. When she was done, she stayed silent for a moment, contemplating, before she seemed to make a decision to run her hands through Billy’s curls. "You did mean that, honey."
Billy leaned into her touch. "You know?" he asked.
"I know."
"How long?"
"A while. Probably longer than you think." Hopper spoke up as Joyce tugged at a knot until it came undone.
Hopper dragged his chair closer too, putting his hands in Billy’s wet and tangled hair as well. "Do you mind?"
"No," Billy replied.
"Good."
They stayed like that for a while in companionable silence, save the occasional huff every time Hopper undid a particularly hefty curl or scraped his nails on his head.
Familial, Billy thought, not unkindly.
"Uh- Joyce?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks." He looked back at Hopper, “You too.”
Hopper rolled his eyes. "You don't have to thank us," he said, "for treating you with some common decency."
"No, I mean- Joyce never assumed I was straight."
Joyce paused. "Yeah. Why would I?"
Billy didn't have an answer to that, because she was right. Why would she assume I was straight?
"Do you wanna finish the paint job for your car today?" Hopper asked, breaking the silence.
"Hell yeah."
Familial.
-
Steve’s attempt at a proposal was...interesting. To say the least.
"Billy’s here!" Max yelled from across the living room when he entered. Billy gave Max a look. "I know I'm here, Shitbird. You don't have to announce it, you know."
Max rolled her eyes. Hopper huffed from the couch, "No, she wasn't talking to you, you little shit- Steve! Billy’s here!"
"Okay, okay. Jesus! I get it!" Steve’s voice shouted back, startling Billy. He turned to where the voice came from and did a double take when Steve’s face was right up in his space.
“Hi.”
His hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions, like he’d been running his hands through it all day. His brown eyes were manic with glee. Billy silently judged his boyfriend’s smart shirt and jeans. He would have loudly judged his atrocious tie. But he was really cute. So.
“Steve,” Billy smiled, “Not that I don’t want you to be here, but why are you here?”
“Max, Joyce, and Hopper.” Steve shrugged like that was the most detailed explanation. “Apparently I needed to get their permission to marry you.”
Billy paused at the word marry. He squinted over at Steve, as he searched his face for something, not quite sure what it was that he was actually looking for. “Are you... what?”
“I said it was fine!” Max put her hands up in defense.
“Okay. Whatever,” Steve whispered to her, in an attempt to psych himself up and give Max a cue to stop talking.
"Billy Hargrove," Steve said, all serious and solemn.
Billy’s knees went weak and he wanted to run the fuck away when Steve kneeled in front of him.
His heart thudded.
"Do you watch Scooby Doo?"
Billy spluttered. "Uh- wait what-"
"Kid, you broke him," Hopper groaned at Steve’s attempt at humour.
"Uh, yeah-yeah, I watch it, sometimes," Billy said, recovering.
"That is so gay, baby!" Steve exclaimed suddenly, getting up from the floor and pumping his fist into the air like he just won the lottery.
"Uh-"
"You’re my boy," Steve continued, pulling Billy in for a quick kiss on the cheek. "Sorry. I’m so excited. I just love you." He looked at Billy, smiling wildly. "Hi, so. Yes or no?"
"What question am I exactly answering, Stevie?"
“Oh!” Steve said, eyes widening, pointing in between the two of them as if it would elaborate. “Sorry. I just said- I want you to marry me.”
Billy nodded, trying to play things cool. "That sounds like a demand. Not a question."
Max sighed, "Are you being serious right now?"
Billy smiled cheekily and nodded again.
Steve nervously played with his hands. “Billy, it’s a question. Just say yes or no. Well I’d prefer yes because I already bought a ring- but I don’t know what you want so- ”
“What do you think?” Billy sassed, like he was angry, “I love you, asshole.”
“I love your asshole.” Steve spit back in the same tone.
“Oh god, sorry,” he apologized, looking back at Hopper and Joyce, like please don’t let this change your mind. “I just- uh. I say weird things when I’m nervous or excited.”
Hopper looked between the two boys and sighed, “you guys are really made for each other.”
"They are,” Max whispered to him, “It’s so clear. Steve can’t sit properly in a chair. And Billy’s a chaotic gay- he can’t drive proper.”
"Oh my god. You really cant," Steve said, laughing. Billy smiled back, all teeth and manic glee.
"Oh, okay then. I see how it is. I’ll just have you know, Harrington, that I don't marry boys who can’t sit properly in chairs," Billy shrugged. "Sorry."
"No problem, bro. I don't marry guys who can't drive because I can't either."
Billy didn’t wait any longer before he pulled Steve in for a kiss. His hands, gently in Steve’s hair, and Steve’s upon his chest. Max grimaced at the sight of them kissing. Hopper looked like he was about to die.
“Wait- so, Billy. Honey, is that a yes or no?” Joyce asked, confused.
-
Yeah. They kissed all the way back to Billy’s car in the driveway. Yeah. They made out in the backseat for a while before forcibly separating themselves so Steve can speak up.
He knows they can’t legally get married- at least not yet. But the idea of spending his life with Billy makes his heart flip. The idea that he can call Billy his husband.
Billy felt Steve smile against his skin. “You know? I always..um. Dreamt of falling in love, and, like, getting married, believe it or not.”
He heard Billy snort but continued, “A suburban life, if you will.”
“Three bedroom house, maybe. Big yard for barbecues in the summer. Oh, we gotta have a hammock in our yard.” Steve listed. “You.”
Billy started laughing, “Buy me a house with a big yard then I’ll consider building ya a hammock. It’s only fair.”
Steve lightly punched his arm, laughing as well. Billy punched Steve’s arm back.
“Oh, Stevie,” Billy dramatically squeaked, putting a hand over his heart, “We get to be together forever!” He threw his hands in a wide circle to illustrate his version of forever.
He mocked it, but it was a thrilling thought. Being together forever.
Steve pouted. “Fuck you. I’m telling you my suburban dream and you’re mocking me.”
“What? You jerk!” Billy suddenly jumped up, giggling like a 7-year-old. “So your suburban dream is that you want me to be your kept househusband, taking care of the kids, and cooking dinner for my man when he comes home from work? And barbecue parties in the summer? Grocery shopping on the weekends as well?” Billy teased.
“Oh, wow,” Steve wiggled his brows, “kids too, Billy? Sounds like you’ve already got a plan.”
Fuck.
Billy lowered his forehead to Steve’s shoulder, hiding his burning face, “I was just saying. But only if you want.”
“I want it all, weirdo.” Steve smiled so wide his skin crinkled near his eyes, and Billy fell in love all over again.
-
Sometimes, when he was lying awake in bed, Billy’s head on his chest, Steve rolled the word around his tongue. Bisexual.
Huh.
It really did fit.
And Billy would look at Steve, hair all disheveled from sleep, and face still indented from the pillow and think.
I don’t have to pretend. I’m gay - and that’s just fine. It’s not bad.
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