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made-ofmemories · 1 year

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When Life Tears You Asunder, But You’re Not Alone

(Chapter 13/18)

General Warnings/tags: Found family, implied Wayne/Susan in future chapters, Max & Eddie have a sibling like relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort, Lumax and Steddie make appearances throughout the chapters but the primary focus is on the familial bonds between characters

Chapter specific warnings/tags: The aftermath of chapter 11 continues, mention of/ description of injuries, angst, quite a lot of Steddie in this one possibly the most we’ve had so far, Dustin features in this one a lot too.

Word count: 3904

Summary: Billy was a pretty shitty brother, there was no denying it, but Max still finds herself mourning for the sibling relationship they never got to have. With him gone she thinks so are her chances of ever having the big brother figure she’s always wanted. Then in a turn of events that she never saw coming, Eddie Munson waltzes into her life. Or more like, almost runs her over.

Notes: Apologies for the delay on this one! AO3 going down yesterday as well as a few other factors meant we had to push the posting of this one back a little.

Co-written with the wonderful @ladydorian05 and crossposted on AO3. Updates every Friday.

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Eddie gets discharged from the hospital 2 days later. Steve is there when they get the news in the early morning, he’d agreed to stay overnight and keep an eye on Eddie as well as Max. Wayne had suspected she wouldn’t be leaving his side anytime soon and so far he seemed to be correct. Eddie had insisted he didn’t need a round-the-clock babysitter, but one look at Steve with that kicked puppy expression and a stern glare from Max was all it had taken to change his mind.

“You’re kidding right?” Eddie asks with his eyebrows raised so high they’re lost under his bangs as he stares at the wheelchair Steve has just wheeled into the room.

Max is sitting on one of the chairs next to Eddie, trying to stifle a laugh at Eddie’s offended expression despite the eye roll she’d given to his protesting. He’d only left to call Wayne, his shift would be ending soon and Eddie hadn’t left room for much negotiation when he’d decided it’d be pointless for him to drive all the way out there when they could just meet him back at the trailer.

“Don’t blame me.” Steve says with a sigh, he knows when he’s fighting a losing battle so it seems, “It’s just until you get out of here. The nurse insisted, hospital policy.”

“Nope.” He says, popping the ‘p’ as he throws back the covers that are over the lower half of his body and swings his legs out of the bed, “Last I checked there wasn’t anything wrong with my legs.”

“Whatever, man.” Steve resigns, watching as Eddie stands on shaky legs, gripping the back of Max’s chair whilst he regains his balance. He hasn’t really been on his feet much the past few days, much less without the support of someone else by his side, “But if you fall and get yourself re-admitted I’m leaving you here.” He’s not. All 3 of them know he’s not going anywhere.

There’s a black duffle bag stuffed with whatever of Eddie’s belongings Wayne had been able to find in their trailer, including a set of clean clothes. Max leaves whilst he gets changed. Steve stays, helping him wriggle the shirt over his head since he’s still struggling with lifting his arms. Eddie thanks him and Steve gives him a bright smile in return, “What’re friends for, right?”

Steve goes ahead once they’ve left the room, heading over to the nurse's station and leaving Eddie and Max to trail behind. He seems to know what he’s doing so Eddie lets him get on with whatever it is he’s up to.

“Don’t.” Is all he says to Max before she can say anything when he notices the mischievous expression on her face, that kid doesn’t miss a thing and Eddie is more than aware of his cheeks glowing a rather bright shade of pink.

“I didn’t even do anything!” She scoffs indignantly.

“Mhm.” Eddie hums in response, unconvinced.

Steve returns before the bickering progresses any further, “Good to go.” He says as he hands over some paperwork and a paper bag of medication that Eddie doesn’t bother to look at before stuffing it into his pocket.

Wayne and Susan are waiting for them, seated at the bench outside of the Munson trailer and sharing a cigarette when Steve’s car pulls up. Susan heads straight to Max, brushing back a few stray hairs on Max’s forehead, Max bats her hand away complaining about the fussing. They’ve barely seen each other since Eddie was admitted to the hospital and he leaves them to catch up.

Eddie winces when he drags himself out of the car and heads for the trailer with a slight limp. His legs may not have been injured but everything else hurts and the bumpy journey along the road into the trailer park hadn’t made the situation any better. He brushes off Steve’s offer of help with a wave of his hand.

“How’re you feeling?” Wayne asks, he’s joined Steve and is hovering by worriedly as Eddie makes his way towards the front door. They both look as if they’re expecting him to drop to the floor at a moment's notice and visibly relax once he’s finally seated.

“Peachy.” He says with a tight-lipped sarcastic smile as he sinks into the couch cushions.

“I promised to pick Robin up, so I gotta go.” Steve explains, setting down the bag he’d carried from the car, “I’ll come by later with Dustin if you’re feeling up to it?” He asks.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Eddie agrees, it comes across a little more clipped than he’d like.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Dustin, he loved Dustin’s bad jokes and infectious laughter and he had spent almost as much time at the hospital as Steve and Max. But, Eddie can feel the beginning of a headache starting to settle in, he’s hungry, and his ribs ache.

“Are you comfortable there? Need more pillows?” Wayne asks, fluffing up a cushion before motioning for Eddie to lean forward and placing it behind him.

“I’m alright, Wayne. Stop fussing so much.”

“You might be a legal adult, but don’t you forget that I’ll never stop fussing and worrying about you.” Wayne ruffles Eddie’s hair, looking at him with fondness, “That Harrington boy isn’t what I expected.”

“He isn’t what I expected either.” Eddie says, blaming the soft expression he knows has taken over his face without his permission on the painkillers they gave him before leaving the hospital, they’re clearly not doing anything for the pain so they must be doing something, right?

“I can only hope you’ll treat him better when he comes back. Don’t scare him away, he’s a nice boy.”

“Nice? That’s the best you can come up with?” Eddie teases, letting his head loll back against the couch cushions. He can hear Susan and Max in the kitchen and wonders vaguely when they ventured in from outside.

Wayne shrugs, “Nicer than Chad for sure.”

“You still remember that?” Eddie groans.

He’d been barely 15 when Wayne had come home early from work and caught them making out in the living room. Eddie had thought that he was about to get kicked out for sure, but Wayne hadn’t made a big deal of it and after a somewhat uncomfortable conversation, assured him it was going to take a lot more than liking boys for Wayne to want to get rid of him.

“I like this one better.” Wayne shrugs, one corner of his lips twitching up into a hint of a smile as he clasps Eddie’s shoulder with one hand and squeezes gently, still cautious of his injuries.

“Me too,” Eddie says, smiling bashfully and twirling a lock of hair around his finger. He feels like a schoolgirl with a crush, but he can’t help it.

“‘Me too.’ Maybe you should tell Steve that.” Max quips, arms crossed as she looks between Wayne and Eddie. “I know! You could write him a song to let him know just how nice you think he is.” Her voice is dripping with sarcasm as her features morph into an over-exaggerated expression.

“How long have you been standing there?” Eddie asks, wide-eyed and trying to figure out exactly what she heard.

“Long enough.” She answers with a shit-eating grin.

“Max, could you get one of our folding tables? I don’t think Eddie should be straining himself to reach the coffee table.” Susan calls from the kitchen.

“Sure, mom.” Max leaves the trailer for a moment, returning with the folding table and placing it in front of Eddie.

“Okay, kids. Don’t get too excited, it’s from a can.” Susan says carrying two steaming bowls of soup to the living room. “Welcome home, Eddie.” She says warmly, placing his bowl on the small table before taking a seat next to Wayne.

She’s been doing better lately, in part thanks to the weekly AA meetings she’s been attending, accompanied by Wayne once she’d mentioned not wanting to go alone. The two of them had grown closer over the past few weeks, a shared cup of coffee in the kitchen, a chat on the porch over a shared cigarette. Eddie had noticed, Max too.

“I let Hopper know that we’ll be down by the station tomorrow morning to file the complaint,” Wayne mentions once Eddie is a few spoonfuls through his soup. The chief had already driven by the hospital the day prior to take some evidence photographs before the swelling on Eddie’s face went down too much.

“Okay… Do you still think that’s what we should do?”He knows he has agreed to do it back in the hospital, but he still has his reservations about going through with it.

“Yes, we talked about it,” Wayne says, giving Eddie a stern look.

“I know, I know.” Eddie lets out a sigh, “Tomorrow.”

“I’ll go with you.” Max chimes in.

“Max, I’m not so sure that-”

“Mom, I’m a witness. I saw it all.”

“You’ve already missed so much school.”

“Exactly, one more day won’t make a difference.”

“Wayne?” Susan questions, looking for some backup, she knows she’s never going to win this argument alone.

“I think she’s made up her mind already.” Wayne says gently, “Don’t worry, Susan. I’ll take care of her.” Susan sighs in resignation.

Susan collects their dishes once they’re done eating and heads to the kitchen joined by Wayne. No matter how hard he tries Eddie can’t make out their hushed conversation over the sound of running water and clattering dishes as they wash up.

“So,” Max starts and Eddie turns his attention from his attempted eavesdropping to the redhead sitting next to him, “Who’s Chad?” She asks with an amused smirk.

“We are not discussing that.”

“Why not? Does Steve have competition?” She fires back complete with an exaggerated gasp.

“I don’t let you hang around here all day so I can be bullied by a twelve-year-old, y’know?”

“Fifteen.” She corrects. He knows how old she is, but the affronted look on her face whenever he purposefully gets it wrong never gets old, “And stop deflecting.”

“Alright, alright.” He sighs, “Chad was a long time ago, and as it turns out, a douchebag.”

“You didn’t see that one coming?” Max snorts, “I mean, Chad, really?”

“Yeah,” He laughs then immediately regrets it when the pain in his ribs worsens, “Maybe you have a point.”

“What’re you kids laughing about?” Susan asks, a smile on her face as she approaches.

“It’s a long story,” Max says and Susan accepts it without question.

“I’m heading home, I’ll be by tomorrow.” She explains before they take turns saying their goodbyes. Wayne is next, announcing that he needs to go get some sleep before his shift later.

“If you need anything-”

“I know, Wayne.” Eddie repeats for what feels like the hundredth time, “I’ll wake you if I need anything, will you go get some sleep now?”

Eddie spends most of the day on the couch drifting in and out of sleep, Max had brought over a few comic books from her trailer for him to read, but currently, their attention is glued to the tv and they’re both fighting to keep their eyes open when they hear the knock on the door.

“I got it,” Max says, jolting herself out of her half-asleep state as she jumps up to get the door. She returns with Steve and Dustin following close behind and Eddie’s face lights up at the sight of Steve’s awkward little half-wave and Dustin’s bright toothy grin.

“We brought snacks,” Dustin announces, holding up a brown paper bag packed with junk food for Eddie to see.

“And entertainment,” Steve adds, copying Dustin’s gesture and holding up the short stack of board games, “It’s not DnD, but it’s the best we could do.”

Dustin and Max are crowded around the coffee table, bickering between themselves as they set up the first game when Wayne emerges from his room wearing his work clothes. He offers Steve a quiet greeting followed by a pointed look at Eddie which Eddie returns with one of his own.

“You sure you’re gonna be ok?” Wayne asks before he leaves.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.” Eddie assures, “Stevie here is almost as good at being a nurse as he is a babysitter.”

Steve doesn’t miss a beat, “Excuse you!? I’m an excellent nurse and babysitter.” He replies, feigning offense.

“If you claim to be so good then maybe you should sign up for nursing school, Steve.” Dustin says looking up at him from his place on the floor by the coffee table where he emptied the paper bag with the snacks and is now setting up some of the board game pieces, “You did act like a real pro before the ambulance arrived.”

“I think there’s a community college with a good program not far from Hawkins,” Max mentions as she sits cross-legged on the floor across from Dustin.

“Alright, let’s finish setting this up before you little shits start planning my future,” Steve interjects, moving from his spot on the couch next to Eddie to kneel next to the half-set-up board game on the coffee table.

Wayne, apparently convinced that Eddie will be alright, leaves them to it and Eddie notices him slip out the front door from the corner of his eye.

They make it through 2 out of the 5 board games Steve and Dustin had brought along before growing bored, at which point their attention turns to the tv which had been running quietly in the background whilst they played.

Max is the first to fall asleep which is unsurprising, she’d spent the last 3 days in the hospital with Eddie and whatever uncomfortable, fitful sleep she had managed to get wasn’t enough. She’s curled up in the armchair she’s come to claim as her own. Dustin has chosen to stay on the floor and is using the bottom of Max’s chair to prop himself up, he falls asleep shortly after she does.

“You can sleep in my room if you want,” Eddie says when he notices Steve’s eyelids drooping more and more with each passing second. His voice is barely above a whisper to avoid waking Dustin and Max. Steve had gotten up to turn the TV off a few moments ago, there was nothing good on anyway, “I’m just going to stay out here tonight.”

“Me too,” Steve says, slotting his legs on the couch next to Eddies so they’re laying side by side. It’s a tight squeeze, the small couch isn’t exactly designed for 2 fully grown young adults, but it works, “Promised Wayne I’d keep an eye on you.” He adds as an explanation.

They both settle down, sharing the blanket that had been wrapped around Eddie’s legs and torso, but Eddie's mind keeps drifting back to his conversation with Wayne.

“Hey, you still awake?” He asks and Steve’s head pops up from the other end of the couch.

“Yeah, everything ok?”

“Um- yeah, I just wanted to say thank you.” Eddie says and Steve’s expression softens from worry into fondness, “For everything.”

It doesn’t feel like enough. Steve had saved his life, possibly Max’s too. He had stayed by their sides throughout the whole ordeal, making sure Eddie took his meds, that they were both fed, and that Max remembered to go get some fresh air, a mere thank you seems like nothing in comparison.

“Anytime,” Steve replies, “Now get some sleep, Eds.”

Eddie listens this time, settling back down at his end of the couch with Steve’s legs pressed against his own, the only sound filling the room is Dustin’s quiet snores and an occasional sleepy mumble from Max.

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The morning light brings for Eddie the reality of what’s about to happen, what he is about to do.

He doesn’t want to open his eyes. Not ready yet to face the day, he knows what he has to do, in theory. Hopper walked him through the process the day he took the pictures and promised that he’ll do it again as he fills the form at the precinct.

He’s not as anxious as he probably would be if he was alone in his room. The knowledge that his uncle came back safe and sound from work about an hour ago and is resting in his room, the sound of Dustin’s quiet snores, Max’s deep breathing, and the feeling of his legs tangled with Steve’s grounding him. Their presence, calming.

He knows he should try to go back to sleep, get a few more hours of rest before they have to leave, but the thoughts going around his head won’t shut up long enough for him to actually be lulled back to sleep.

“Are you okay?” He’s startled by Steve’s sleepy, quiet voice coming from the other side of the couch.

“Yeah, yeah, peachy. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been shifting a lot and your breathing changed. I thought that maybe your sides were hurting or you had a nightmare.” Steve says as if those are totally normal things to notice, as if literally anyone else would have picked up on those things let alone paid them enough attention to realize something might be wrong.

“I’m fine,” Eddie reassures him,” just, just can’t go back to sleep. Can’t stop thinking about the complaint.”

“Hey,” Steve nudges him slightly with one of his legs, “It’ll be fine. You’ll see, in no time you’ll have a restraining order and Carver behind bars if he ever breaches it. And if that’s not enough, remember that we all know how to get rid of monsters, I don’t think that self-righteous asshole would put up much of a fight.”

“What’s this!? Golden boy Harrington willing to defend my honor?” Eddie says, half joking in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“If necessary.” Shit, he’s serious.

“You, you would really go to that extreme?”

“To keep you safe? Of course.” Eddie is stunned into silence by the earnest delivery of Steve’s words.

“You realize Steve’s won like one fight in his entire life right?” It’s Dustin, they’d both assumed he was still asleep, neither noticing when the snores had stopped.

“I– that- that’s not true.” Steve stammers, his face twisting into a frown as he shifts so he can look at Dustin.

“Alright, name 2, and Demogorgons don’t count.”

“What?! How do Demogorgons not count?!” Steve replies, his voice raising of its own accord, but thankfully not enough to wake Max.

“Because Demogorgons don’t fist fight.”

“Exactly! How is beating a Demogorgon less impressive than beating a person?”

“I don’t know Steve, why don’t you explain how you can face off with a pack of Demodogs and survive but you can’t beat Jonathan Byers in a fight?”

“As entertaining as this is,” Eddie interjects, amusement written across his features, “Maybe it can wait until later yeah?” He suggests with a small nod towards Max who is starting to stir, if they keep talking they’re going to wake her and she needs the rest.

“Yeah, we should all try to get some more sleep, it’ll be alright.” Steve says, his voice softening, “And for the record, Dustin, all that stuff I said about protecting Eddie? I’d do the same for you.” He doesn’t say it but there’s the unspoken implication that it applies to all of them, the kids, Robin, Nancy, and even Jonathan if it came to it.

“Steve?” It’s been a couple of minutes since Steve last spoke, Dustin is already snoring again, and he’s not sure if Steve is even still awake, but he needs to say it once more.

“Yeah?”

“I need to say it again, thank you.”

“Go back to sleep Eddie.”

And surprisingly he does.

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They eat breakfast together, Max, Eddie, Dustin, Steve, Wayne, and Susan all crammed into the Munson’s tiny trailer. Max knows they’ll go their separate ways afterward. Steve has to drive Dustin home to change clothes and get his school bag before he drives him to school, then he has to pick up Robin before her shift starts. While Wayne, Eddie, and her have to drive down to the police station.

“Dustin, could you please show this to Max’s teachers?” Her mom asks, rushing down the trailer steps to catch up with them before Dustin gets inside Steve’s beemer, “It’s a note to let them know Max won’t be going to school for a few days.”

“Sure thing, Mrs. Hargrove.” Dustin takes the offered piece of paper with a toothy smile. He gets inside Steve’s car and they leave the trailer park.

“Thank you, mom.” Max wraps her arms around her mom, pulling her into a hug that doesn’t last long enough. She would have liked to stay in her embrace longer, but then her mom would be late for work and she would hate to get her in trouble with her boss.

“Take care kids,” Susan tells them before she heads out of the trailer park in her car.

“It’s weird to be called a kid by another adult that’s not Wayne.” It’s not the first time she’s said it, but even Max has noticed that it’s becoming a much more regular occurrence.

“Does it bother you?”

“Not really, Red.” Eddie places his hands on her shoulders, both watching her mom drive away. “I could get used to it.”

“Alright kids, let’s go,” Wayne says, closing the door of the trailer and walking to his truck.

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The process of filing the complaint is smoother and faster than Eddie had thought it’d be, it helps that the chief of police is on his side and that Hawkins is a small town where nothing ever really happens. Other than the whole interdimensional monsters thing, a girl with superpowers, and a secret Russian base under the local mall, of course.

Two weeks. Two and a half weeks is how long it takes for him to be called to the courthouse. This is the part that had been worrying him the most, the wait leading up to this moment. His friends tried to take his mind off it, constant visits, Max rarely leaving his side, it helped, but not as much as seeing Jason and his minions standing in a courtroom.

The whole ordeal feels like a fever dream. Between an unexpected turn of events involving Andy and Brad turning their backs on Jason when they learn about the consequences of their actions otherwise, Jason almost losing it during the hearing and threatening Eddie’s life in front of everyone, and his body still recovering from his injuries, he feels drained before the day is even over.

Max, Steve, Hopper and Wayne cheer when the judge announces their verdict. The four of them are being much too loud for the quiet of the courtroom, but they’re too caught up in their celebrations to care about the stern glare they’re getting from everyone around them.

Jason’s sentence is the heftiest out of the three of them, but they all receive a restraining order, a hefty fine, and community service as well as being required to cover Eddie’s medical bill. It’s not the harshest punishment they could have received, Wayne and Hopper had been pushing for jail time, but it’s more than Eddie ever expected.

The news of the Carvers leaving town comes a week later.

And just like that, it’s over.

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babysitterpng · 4 years

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boyfriend material

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #stranger things #someone tagged my last steve in billys clothes post with #boyfriend material #and honestly im just mad i didnt think of it myself #anyway i spent way too long on this joke #EDIT: nobody look i forgot steves moles im so ashamed #i drew once and it fucked me up

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instasiswetrust · 3 years

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Steve's not quite drunk but there's a pleasant buzz under his skin that leaves him feeling pliant and loose, enough to keep any unsavory thoughts at bay for the time being.

The scent of chlorine and bleach that envelops him once he opens the pool doors, familiar comforts by now, help clear some of the haze of alcohol that has befallen him from his last drink taken at the Auris that night. Or morning. He's not entirely sure.

It brings back the memories that he had been trying so hard to forget. A lavender envelope had been in his mail that day, inside of it an invitation trimmed with delicate filigree. For Nancy's and Jonathan's wedding.

A fall wedding.

The type which he and Nancy had joked about back when they were together, not long before Jonathan had joined them.

He had gone through his work with the kind of detachment that usually meant nothing was truly registering. Adam might have noticed at one point, too attuned already to the tells under the porcelain of Steve's mask, but the memory is fuzzy and he can't remember if he ever gave a proper answer to his manager's concerned query.

As soon as work was done, he had made his way to the Auris in search of something to get his mind off the pain that clutched the shards of his heart like a vice. Or rather, someone. It had been his favorite dancer's day off or something though, leaving him to spend the rest of his night watching the dancers on stage and sipping on the ocassional drink.

Something had made him want to climb the stairs to the gym's pool, though. And that's why he was here now.

"Are you drunk?" The voice that speaks has become familiar in the same way the scent and sounds of the pool has and when he looks up to meet the eyes of its owner, he finds them startled if slightly amused.

"Only a little bit." He shrugs, plopping down by the edge of the pool with his legs crossed under him. The bleach might leave stains on his Levi's but he can't really muster enough energy to give a fuck right now. "'s not that bad."

"You kind of reek of cigarette smoke and whiskey."

Yep. Definitely amused.

"Spilled some scotch on my shirt. The smoke is probably from the cab driver." Another shrug but this time he levels Billy with apologetic doe eyes. "I can leave if it bothers you."

"You're fine, I was just curious." The blonde swims closer, crossing his arms over the edge next to where Steve sits once he's close enough. "First time I've seen you up here wearing something other than your ridiculous pajamas."

"They are not ridiculous!" Steve protests at once, pouting. "And you have seen me in swimwear too!"

"Last week you were wearing bright red shorts that said Bite Me across the ass, and a t-shirt that said Friends don't lie in big bold letters with a heart-shaped waffle at the center." Billy deadpans, raising a single eyebrow. "The shirt was at least two sizes too big for you."

"They were gifts." Brown eyes narrow into a glare but the petulant pout kind of offsets the vibe.

"I thought models were supposed to have taste in clothes."

"We're supposed to look pretty while others dress us. It's not in the job description to have taste."

"So you admit you have no taste then." Billy was giving him that smirk, the one Steve called insufferable but discretly considered hot as fuck. How dare he be so sinfully handsome.

"I said no such thing!" Steve crosses his arms over his chest, tipping his chin up in the perfect picture of snotty petulance. He could already feel the laughs bubbling in his chest, wanting to break the mock facade.

It takes only a second or two of Billy giving him an skeptical look before they are both laughing.

He had missed this kind of easy-going banter. Most of his friends he only saw around the holidays, and the environment at work was more prone to talks about weight loss and botox than anything else.

New York never slept but that only made it all the more lonely.

His sullen mood must've reflected on his face because he feels something poke at his thigh, meeting Billy's eyes when he turns to look at him.

"You didn't just come here so I could make fun of your taste in clothes, did you?"

"I-"

It's only then that Steve realizes Billy is right.

The reason his alcohol fogged brain has preferred to come up here rather than crash into his bed wasn't just some way of punishing himself even further. Not entirely at least. He had come here because it was a place of comfort for him.

And because he had a friend here, too.

"No. Not just that." Steve sighs, letting his eyes focus on the slow movement of the pool water instead of Billy's face.

"Do you..." A moment of hesitation, as if he's not sure about his words. "want to talk about it?"

Brown eyes close, keeping his focus on the in and out of air through his lungs for a few moments until he feels less like he's going to burst out crying the moment he sets these awful thoughts into words.

Makes them all the more real.

"My... exes. They are getting married. To each other." He doesn't open his eyes, doesn't do anything more than try to keep his voice steady even as the aching pain of heartbreak weighs down on his chest. "I received the invitation this morning."

There's a low whistle. It sounds like sympathy. It sounds real.

"That bites," Billy says, and his voice has a dulled edge to it. Commiseration with flavor, or something like that, but it's three am and there's nothing but cold tile and the soft wake of lit water. "Is this ... like a sudden spur of the moment thing?"

When Steve turns doe eyes to him, Billy raises up his hands, only moderately pruned, in an easing gesture.

"You don't have to answer. Just..." A pause. A beat as the swimmer looks for the right string of words. "Just trying to gauge how much of a dick move this is."

There's a laugh, dull and mirthless. A sad little sound.

“We have been friends since high school. All three of us dated for a bit longer after that. We went through some hard stuff together back in Indiana.” He shrugs, keeping his eyes closed. Tears at bay. “Was supposed to be the kind of friendship that lasted even after we broke up.”

It’s all my fault. He doesn't say.

My stupid heart and I. We ruined it all.

It takes a split second of contemplation, because, after all, they're total strangers. But once upon a time, someone gave Billy this sideways kindness and it helped. Maybe Steve and his overly fancy hair won't mind it too much.

So Billy acts on the impulse.

It's a tiny splash. Really very minuscule. Aimed and precise for the minimum impact upon the sitting duck target. But water is water. Nobody can tell tears from pool water.

"You were thinking too hard." He places the excuse on the table, sinking lower into the water, comfortable in this strange company. Even if the guy seems to be at the end of his rope. There's something about him. Like a dream you don't want to forget. "I could see the smoke. Had to cool you down."

The water is warm and yet is still enough of a shock to force Steve's eyes to open.

His first instinct is to protest, say something about the action being rude and uncalled for. Stand up and leave, most likely.

But what he sees in Billy's face — hears in his voice — is enough to give him a moment's pause. To truly appreciate the action for the small kindness it is.

This time when the tears dribble down his cheeks in quiet drops, he has something to hide them behind.

“You really think you're funny, huh?”

And if his voice is a little too wet to be considered normal, they don't have to talk about it.

"I'm hilarious," Billy says as he sinks a little lower into the water, mostly to hide his smug grin, but in part to hide away. "The girl gang that lets me tag along sometimes says so."

“Of course you are.” Steve rolls his eyes, using his fingers to brush back his mostly dry hair. He should probably wash the chlorine out of his hair before going to bed or it would be stiff come morning.

“Is that why you're trying to become a prune? For maximum fun effect?”

“Nah,” Billy waves off the prune comment. He’s hardly started his routine. Pool time ain’t over until everything has that post-workout burn and his stomach begs for food. Makes time easier to keep that way. “I just like to swim.”

Just like Tony Hawk likes to skateboard, he supposes, but understating his profession like this is one of the best parts of the job. Gotta get your kicks when you find them.

“Why? Got something against prunes?” He laughs, “They just want to help you. Healthy stomach, and all.”

“Not particularly, but they do remind me of my Nonna. She likes her prunes.” Another shrug, this time easier. Easy banter is much better than worrying about that little envelope sitting on his coffee table.

The tears have stopped too, the contacts itching slightly against his eyes. Probably from the mix of salt and chlorine. Thankfully, his cardigan is mostly dry and he takes it off to use it as a makeshift towel.

“Is that why you're always here at weird hours? You some sort of pool cryptid or something?”

“That’s only step one of my master plan.”

Billy likes the sound of pool cryptid. Sounds a lot more mysterious and fun than what he’s actually doing, which is training until he drops so the nightmares won’t kick up.

A snort, loud and sudden leaves Steve at that, straining a little in his throat. Mom would say it's undignified. Dad would say it's ugly. He doesn't particularly care either way.

“And pray tell, what would step two entail? Flooding the city?”

Cute laugh, Billy thinks briefly surprised. Much better than seeing the guy choke back tears. Let's see if he can't instigate a bit more of that amusement. It's bound to taste better than the misery the brunette wanted to wallow in.

"What kind of water-based supervillain do you take me for?" Billy, mock-miffed, places a hand over his heart and huffs. "That's so silver-age comics. And you're not even my henchman. Why should I tell you anything about my master plan?"

A finger taps at his chin, seemingly thinking hard about his answer. Steve's not particularly well versed in comics but Dustin’s done his best to keep him on the smallest of loops.

He no longer mixes Superman with Captain America, at least.

“Fair point. You don't have the looks to pass off as Aquaman.” Steve purses his lips, offering his best apologetic doe-eyed look. Although he's definitely bluffing because if there's anybody out there who could give Aquaman a run for his money it would be Billy. “And who says I couldn't be your henchman?”

"Did you fill out the paperwork?"

Everyone knows bureaucracy is the lungs of evil. Or something like that. Sue him, he was never great with metaphors on the fly.

“Honey, if I wanted to fill paperwork I wouldn't have taken modeling as a career.”

It's an exaggeration for the most part. Steve's too used to poking fun about himself these days that it doesn't sting as bad as it used. Not too much.

Billy cocks his head and lets the loaded sentence drop and drift away.

"Then guess you can't be a henchman."

“I can make killer margaritas, though.”

“I don’t really drink too much.” The nightmares get worse when he’s anything but sober. It’s better to be exhausted. It’s the easiest way. “Medication reasons.”

A little white lie that’s hardly a lie, he really shouldn’t drink with his ADHD meds, but who ever listens to that rule? Nah. Only when it suits him.

“Model thing explains your hair though. Glad we solved that mystery.”

“Fair.” Steve offers a smile, crooked and a little pinched at the edges but a smile nonetheless. “I’m not supposed to either. Nutritionist's orders.”

To be fair, he's not supposed to be drinking at all. Smoking too. It's a little hard not to indulge every once in a while, though.

The model comment surprises him. There's a billboard with his face just a few blocks down from this apartment complex. He can see it from his room. How has this guy not recognized him?

It's surprisingly refreshing.

“Hm? Oh no, the model thing has nothing to do with my hair. That's just personal taste.”

Now that Billy cares to look, Steve’s face is achingly familiar. Oh, the trials and tribulations of having attention issues. At least there’s a better reason for the weird familiarity than must just have one of those faces.

“Can’t relate.” He’s not particularly attached to any bodily feature of his. It’s a side effect, he’s told. Reassured. It's just a consequence, and nothing more. “Doing things with hair? Nah. Sounds too complicated.”

“Sounds like the kind of thing a pool cryptid would say.” There’s a story behind Billy's words. Something missing, hidden skin deep. Steve hopes the light jab helps diffuse that somewhat.

“What are you, a cop?” Billy smirks, and because he is the pinnacle of maturity, he dips under the water with an obnoxious splash.

“Asshole” Steve hisses, droplets dribbling down his bangs and into the cardigan bunched up in his lap.

With a sigh, he forces himself to get up. Might as well take that shower now.

Billy surfaces, still grinning, because even if the guy looks pissed at him, that means he’s not stewing in the past with his soon-to-be-married exes and the Hercules-class weight of baggage that relationship caused.

“Guys by the pool get splashed. No matter what time it is or how cute they are. Cryptid rules.” His smirk it's wide, tip of his tongue between his teeth. "If you weren’t prepared to get wet, then why’d you come?”

Steve shrugs, doing his best to ignore that peek of a pink tongue. “The local cryptid makes for good conversation.”

“So you’ve been watching me?” Billy makes a little show of floating back, caught in thought. “I don’t know how I feel about spectators.”

“I can stop.” Painfully honest. If Billy really wants him to, Steve would stop. He would prefer not to, though.

“Nah. I’m only pulling your leg.” Billy returns to the pool’s edge. Rests his cheek on the edge, looking up at pretty boy model Steve.

“Things get too quiet sometimes.”

Steve hums softly in agreement, feeling relief ease itself back into his bones. He would have stopped, yes, but he wouldn't have particularly liked the prospect of it.

“You come here every day? Or have I just happened to stumble in on the days you're around?”

"Almost every day. Sometimes I take this side-show to other pools." Billy cracks his best Han Solo roguish smile, levies it against Steve's still too flat smile. "Gotta keep the government guessing sometimes, you know."

“Of course, wouldn't want to get caught and all that.” A yawn gets past Steve's lips, startling him. He hadn't registered how tired he was. “I’ll keep that in mind, for next time.”

“Thank you.” Quieter. Softer. Barely above a whisper but loud enough in the gentle silence of the pool.

It comes just as soft. It's almost tender, really, as the word casts across the water and tile and the near-lonely pool.

"Anytime."

---

The next time Steve visits, it's once again 3 AM but he makes the mistake (is it really a mistake?) to bring a tin of sugar cookies with him.

"Oh shit, are you sharing, or is this all to tease me?"

Steve is sitting by one of the benches, already halfway through a cookie. “Come out here and find out.”

Billy narrows his eyes, lips pulled into a thin frown.

"Fool me once." He waggles a single warning finger and doesn't even really bother to dry off as he drags himself out of the pool to plop down on the floor next to Steve and steal into the snacks.

There are enough cookies for both of them stuffed neatly in a tin container. It's awfully pretentious according to Dustin, but then again Steve's Nonna always said cookies tasted better stored that way.

“I'm not mean enough to just eat while you watch. Yet, at least.”

"Oh just wait until you know me better." Billy chirps, shoving two into his mouth, wholesale and choking a bit.

"Robin and Carol would do that in a heartbeat."

“They probably would have a good reason too.” Steve teases, watching with amused eyes as Billy almost chokes. They are just sugar cookies he managed to scrounge up with whatever was in his kitchen. Nothing that good.

“Easy there tiger, cookies ain't going anywhere.”

"You have no idea how hungry I always am."

Steve blinks, surprised. The words come out before he has a chance to truly think them over. “I’m a good cook.”

"Prove it." It's out of Billy's mouth before he can take it back, but on second thought, he doesn't really want to. Steve's good company, or at least he has been so far.

And he hasn't had a nightmare since.

Good omens.

“You're kind of choking on the proof right now.” Maybe it comes out a little lighter, a little too surprised.

That's fine. Whatever this thing is, it doesn't seem like too bad of a chance to take.

“But if you need some more convincing, I can offer dinner too.”

Wheezing, but recovering, Billy grins up at Steve but there's a hopeful spark in his blue eyes that wasn't there before. "Fuck yeah, gotta make sure it's not a fluke."

Steve offers him the thermos of coffee he had brought with him, suddenly too distracted by watching Billy drink to remember what he wanted to ask. “Uh... When are you free?”

"This Sunday, I think. Getting back from a rapids trip that I shouldn't keep doing but like fuck am I gonna listen to other people for something dumb like my health."

“Is it like, you could die type of thing or just one of those things doctors say we should stop doing and everyone ignores? Because dead people don't particularly eat.”

"I do dumb shit because regular training gets boring and people who actually like me have to put up with it." Billy waves a dismissive hand. "But that's what it takes to get me moving on schedule so. Yeah."

It drives his coach insane because doing his reps in real rivers with real currents isn't exactly... well. It's not what everyone else does for training and given that he has passed out mid-stroke before, he can't even say the risk is just the current. But he knows that upstate rivers like the back of his hand.

Yeah, life would be way easier if he didn't have ADHD, less doctor's notes for the cause of amphs in his piss, but it would also be super boring and he'd be even more traumatized, probably. And that would suck.

Steve thinks of Indiana, and a bat full of nails. Of cliff diving at the quarry, drunk on stolen bourbon and tasting cheap cigarettes. Of the Auris with his slew of dancers most of who he's shared a bed with more than once.

He thinks he has some experience with the whole doing dumb shit just to get his schedule moving.

"I will take your word for it then." Hums, thinking back to his schedule and what he has paged in for Sunday. There was that casting thing Adam wanted him to do but it was morning. "I should be free on Sunday. Any allergies I should account for?"

“None that I know of.” Spoken cheerfully

“Great. Gives me more to work with.” And this time when he smiles, it's the most honest he's offered since they met.

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When he finds it again, it is entirely on accident.

Adam had scheduled a trip to California for a gig, something about a new summer line of wetsuits and surfboards this company wanted him to advertise. It was a big opportunity and it was good cash too, of course so Steve wasn't going to question why they thought it a good idea to present a summer line in the middle of august. But as usual, he had forgotten to pack his suitcases until the night before, and now he was left to scramble around his apartment searching for his stuff.

So when he finds the lavender envelope buried under a few recipe books and a hoodie, still unopened, he doesn't think much about it and opens it. It's only when he's staring at the date stenciled in black calligraphy under Nancy's and Jonathan's name that he realizes what he's looking at.

Oh right. Those two were getting married.

The familiar ache in his chest is still there, but it's muted enough that he's surprised. Between canceling his exclusive membership at the Auris, and his relationship with Billy coming out to the media, he had sort of forgotten all about the wedding.

Maybe...

Grabbing his phone from the bed, he shoots his boyfriend a quick text.

How do you feel about being my plus one to my exes' wedding?

#WIPs #stranger things #model au #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove

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neonponders · 3 years

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for tagging me @lazybakerart 💗💋

I’ve got two big writing projects on my plate this week lol but one thing I’m kind of indulging is a break-up/getting back together fic that I actually started in this post, but I’ll share what I have so far underneath the cut ~

(and excuse me while I overshare, because I’m still stupidly proud of this The Mummy_au post that I made if anyone wants a taste of that)

Tagging (if you want) ✨ @ghostofjellyfishforgotten , ✨ @smashmouth-hargrove , and ✨ @withoneheadlight

(also just a heads up for the wip below: it’s once again me exploring my own asexuality through Steve, but I don’t know how far I’m going to go into it. Still, that might be a content warning people may need if they’re sex-repulsed 🌹)

Ch. 1

Sex with Billy was fine. Good, even.

When they finally moved past every look and touch being a threat veiled in a tease, Steve enjoyed looking at Billy. He enjoyed looking at Billy and discovering those California eyes already on him. He liked Billy’s hands. The man had beautiful hands; strong, thick fingers but...somehow elegant.

He liked Billy’s body, even though he sometimes worried that the guy seemed determined to break it ten different ways. Cigarettes, alcohol, excessive working out, and sometimes all at the same time.

Sex didn’t always mean Steve got to cum. Usually he didn’t, actually. But he enjoyed Billy’s kisses on his neck, and the taste of his tongue, and - admittedly - he loved just having all of Billy’s attention enraptured on him. Steve didn’t mind taking his dick inside because once he got used to it, that felt surprisingly good. When he managed the pleasurable sparks and sensational tingles that mounted into something explosive, he understood why sex was great. But for the more frequent, calm nights, he’d come to think of it as a weird yet pleasant massage.

So he took it. Because it was easier on his hands and knees, for one, and because Billy had a control complex. And Steve could hide his lack of enthusiasm.

Not to say that Billy was selfish or careless. Far from it, Billy Hargrove was an incredibly doting lover. Big surprise, there. Considering how the guy

Well

Existed.

Steve couldn’t really blame Billy for never noticing that he could go a long time without sex. Because Steve liked resting his hand on Billy’s chest while they watched a show or movie. It didn’t matter how much bare skin he had access to. In fact, the more coverage, the better. A clothed body is better to cuddle with than skin that can get sticky or irritated.

Steve liked kissing. He’d always liked kissing. Kissing was the reason he’d assumed he was like everyone else: the desire to kiss, crushes and girlfriends, masturbating, even the giddiness of sex with someone new.

But something fizzled out very quickly in Steve’s brain. Once hands and intent started moving beneath clothing, Steve just...didn’t want it. Suddenly a lot of things popped into his brain that he’d rather be doing. But he persevered because he loved Nancy, and her blooming sexual prowess and bravery was sexy.

Fun.

Billy was a whole big bag of new with an edge of scary that turned out to be more endearing than Steve thought possible. So it was easy to go like that for a while.

Normal.

Eventually he had to admit to himself that he didn’t like taking showers at 1am because he didn’t enjoy being covered in his own, and Billy’s, sweat. He didn’t like feeling the drips on his skin or the tackiness of too many skin oils on his hands.

He hated admitting to himself that he felt relief whenever Billy went out of town for work. He missed Billy, of course, but a lot of things had begun to snowball together in Steve’s life: changing jobs, managing bank accounts and savings, and there were a lot of truths Steve was facing outside of his relationship.

He was tired. Damn tired. He spent many days off wondering if people in their twenties feel this tired all the time or if it was just him. It must just be him. Because Steve sees Robin just as much as he doesn’t. She’s got goals.

And Billy

Billy has big dreams. He’s ready to work damn hard and already is. That’s why he uses his hefty gas money funds, to travel around. Scout the areas. Steve even drove him to the airport once, so Billy could really gain some distance over the weekend. Expand his network.

As if the universe knew, some bigwig passing through Hawkins on their way to Chicago ran right into Billy. A bigwig looking for a handsome, charismatic, young guy to mentor. It really couldn’t be more perfect than divine intervention. They’re Billy’s inlet to the business. Modeling, acting, freaking UNICEF ambassadorial work if he wants to feel extra important. If he gets big enough to have his face mean something around the world.

Within one conversation, he’s got a business card, and an appointment in a Chicago skyscraper next week to take measurements and do a rudimentary photo shoot. The manager warns him that it’s the agency getting to know him, but like any job interview, it’s his chance to interview them right back. Billy likes that a lot—feeling like he has a stake in something instead of just being a corporate pawn. And maybe he eats right out of the manager’s hand, but it’s still a shot. And he’s taking it.

He immediately goes to Steve’s work, fired up from seeing a future for the first time like he finally got the right prescription glasses. The only caveat is that Billy has to move out of Hawkins, which isn’t even a flaw, really. It’s as close to perfect as life’s ever been for him.

Steve can only listen quietly as he sits at the table in the break room. Because Billy’s got big dreams that are already coming true. Every detail of his enflamed speech is given over pacing feet; he can’t even bother to sit at the table. Billy’s got so much energy he’s already mentally and emotionally out the door.

Steve…isn’t. His mental health has been on a downward slope since before they graduated, and it won’t allow him to reach anywhere. He doesn’t have any dreams to steer him in any direction anyways.

Billy’s rant begins to wind down about what he wants to do; his fire about his dreams and his motivation simmers down to an even boil. Steve’s impressed and already proud of the person Billy will become, but Steve can also hear Billy’s frustration with him and their relationship.

For not keeping up.

Steve’s…kind of never been able to keep up. In bed or in life.

And perhaps the saddest part is that Steve doesn’t even have it in him to fight for it. For them. He doesn’t feel worthy enough to hold Billy back. So he doesn’t.

Billy snaps a little, “Why aren’t you saying anything? I’ve been talking about this for the last two years! Steve?”

He’d gotten distracted by looking at his backpack hanging on the wall. Steve’s throat hurt. Two years? God, it’s really been two years already…

He pinched his fingertips over the table as he began, “Billy, I support you. I know you can get there—wherever it is you want to be. I’m not going to tell you to stop or slow down. You’re going somewhere. But I’m…”

He took a breath to finally say it. “Not. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t think I have the energy to figure it out any time soon. You should go.”

Steve can see the disappointment sinking through Billy’s features. And the anger that he’s so used to throwing up as a shield. Billy has so much energy coursing through him as it is, Steve can’t blame him for swinging right into the direction of livid.

The real surprise comes from how soft he speaks. No yelling. No hitting the table. No wrenching Steve up by his green uniform vest. They were long past those outbursts. Which…really just confirmed Steve’s decision. Billy had come a long way. He could go so much further.

“That’s what you have to say? Just like that…you’re really giving up on us?”

Steve knows he’s gaping like a stupid fish. But it isn’t just like that, is it? Billy’s been revving his engines to get the hell out of Hawkins ever since he got here in the first place. Steve tries to say as much, but Billy cuts him off.

“I thought you’d be excited for this. You should be hauling me out of here to pack my bags.”

Steve tries to offer a small smile, but his voice betrays him. “I thought I kind of am? I didn’t take you for the long distance type.”

It’s not the response Billy wants. That should make Steve feel better than it does; the blatant display that Billy wants more of Steve. His excitement, his attention, maybe his companionship…

Steve doesn’t know what he wants—or rather, he does. That’s the issue. Billy’s wants and Billy’s problems can all be resolved by leaving one critical piece behind.

Steve.

Some more things are said, but Steve doesn’t do well on the spot. Especially when the limelight is Billy. Steve fails the tests and he fails the interview. Billy storms out, leaving Steve at the table, pinching his fingertips white before he unconsciously glances at his backpack again.

The backpack full of apartment lease papers. The papers Steve’s already signed because even with his insecurities, the mornings he woke up to discover Billy spooning him after having returned in the middle of the night were his best days. Because Billy’s silly insistence on hand poured coffee was his favorite drink. Because Billy was funny and weird like an artist and loony like a nerd with his video games, and Steve knew—or at least hoped that—Billy loved him the day he started holding his hand while driving that stupid, loud, beloved Camaro—

Because Steve’s heart was a magnet. It stayed where it landed and tugged back even when pulled away.

All he’d needed was Billy’s autograph to be given the keys. Keys to the rest of their lives, if Billy wasn’t already so far away.

Ch. 2

Robin gripped Steve’s arm, hard. A gargled sound escaped him as he grimaced and tried to pry her hand off. Her other hand pointed at one of the catalogues on the store’s many counters. When he invited her with him to pick out glasses, he hadn’t expected to walk out of the freaking optometrist’s office with bruises…

Nor had he thought he’d see a familiar face in the catalogue. Plenty of models were looking editorial chic, advertising that anyone could look as good in whatever glasses they chose.

Except Billy really did look good. The picture was just a vague image outside, the camera focused on Billy’s three-quarter profile gazing off past the photographer.

“I didn’t expect him to actually be working this fast,” Robin admitted. “It’s been…what? Seven months, give or take? I thought casting calls for models were competitive.”

“Not if you look like Billy,” Steve huffed with a quiet mixture of humor, sadness, and just a sprinkle of spite. A sprinkle of jealousy, if he was being honest with himself. The self-help book tucked under the covers of his bed talked about honesty. So he admitted honestly, “He looks that good and knows how to stand out in a room…good for him.”

He could see in his periphery Robin looking up and scrutinizing him. “Really?”

Steve shrugged with a nod. “Yeah. What’s the other option? Him struggling for work?”

Robin sighed and plucked a display set of glasses at random to try on and occupy herself. “That’s big of you, but everyone wants something cathartic. It’s annoyingly impressive that he landed the front cover of a magazine in less than a year.”

Steve opened the catalogue to give them both a reprieve. “You wanna get food after this? Take your mind off the audition?”

For all the good being a band geek did, Robin had experienced her own humbling experiences over the last few months. Like failed auditions to be in city orchestras. She and Steve were feeling very stuck in Kansas while Billy gallivanted around Oz.

• • • • • • •

The plot gets messy because years will actually go by, and Steve and Robin get married so that they can share insurance benefits (and be safe in their bi/lesbian open relationship, buy a house together, etc. It’s the life/happiness security Steve wants but obviously there aren’t any romantic feelings).

Of course this is when Billy happens to reenter Steve’s life. He’s got some hot-shot model he’s been seeing, and apparently Steve is married so there’s the added dash and twist of ~ cheating ~

I’ve been in some kind of mood, all right.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading lol.

#harringrove #wip wednesday #this is a long one i'm sorry lol #also do check out the mummy au linked above for a much happier wip lol #neonponders #lazybakerart #the art of steve in a blindfold can also be considered a wip?#i'll reblog it for everyone haha #ficlet #break-up/getting back together

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captain-onyourleft · 3 years

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Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better.

Thank uuu sweet @beinggaydoincrime !!!

Name: Kristýna (Kiki)

Gender: female

Star sign: aquarius (sun, virgo moon, libra rising :D)

Height: 5′6 (169cm) so like in the middle range where I get just close enough to get stuff from the higher shelves but also not tall enough to be sure it won’t fall down in a messy way so I have to get a chair anyway dfgjdfkgjn

Time: 15:48 and also past like 3hrs since I wanted to study for math exam that I have in a week but time blindness exists so I will have to deal with it later today

Birthday: January 24th

Favorite bands: BTS, Ateez..and then like I have variety of fav songs from different bands but really I can’t come up with the names rn

Favourite solo artists: Dua Lipa, Tame Impala, Calvin Harris, Bruno Mars, Miley Cyrus, Halsey, Billie Eilish, Rihana, Ariana Grande, Galantis, Bryce Vine,......and maaany others

Last movie: Kung-Fu Panda <3

Last show: I think it was The Mandalorian? (I think that was the last show I watched bc then I stopped bc I knew I would get distracted during my exam season if I did otherwise :D)

When did I create this blog: I think it was February 15th 2015 (to be closer to the cool and funny mcu text posts I kept on finding on insta)

What I post: like...a mix of everything, this blog is layers of my current interests, cracking up but also very serious and interesting text posts from the depth of the internet (bc compared to every other platform, the kinds of ideas exchanged here feel the most stimulating and don’t make me tired from ppl)

Last thing I googled: ramyeon - saw it on a gifset and wanted to see what kind of a korean food it was

Other blogs: I could’t keep track of them if I had a different blog for every fandom so I’m stuffing happily everything here :D

Do I get asks: from mutuals <33

Why I chose my url: I wanted something catchy/funny from mcu connected with Steve Rogers and catws was a very fav of mine (and still is), so there came up Sam Wilson’s line <3

Following: 1135.....ok I did not expect that, I haven’t checked that number in a while lol

Followers: 396 - my lovely audience, thank you for supporting the chaotic clown I am so far <3

Average hours of sleep: 7 - 9

Instruments: violin, I can remember bit of playing the flute, AND I am learning my fav songs from youtube tutorials on keyboard we have in the basement.

What I am wearing: literally the kinds of clothes I’ve been wearing the past 4months bc of online uni - sweatpants, t-shirt (one I dyed myself and the pattern turned out so well so I love it a lot - fun story, it was white and very cool w/jeans when I first bought it, but bc I was not educated about fast fashion enough back then, I bought it from Zara so its cool texture very quickly deteriorated. I tried sewing a little “it’s lit” on it and bc it was not symmetrical, it looked even worse xD two years later being stashed in the back of my drawer, I decided to dye it and now it’s alive and functioning at its best again, with a little “it’s lit” at the front! <3), and a HOODIE bc it’s cold here rn

Dream job(s): film production manager - or an actor, or an artist (but these two i have no idea how to do so that’s why it’s a dream job)

Dream Trip: Australia, New Zealand, West Coast, South Korea, Caribbean islands, really anywhere plspls I miss it so much TT

Favorite food: this is very specific but there is something sooo soothing abt sushi rice w/soy sauce. Also banana coconut chocolate chip cookies I’ve made like 6 times in these past 5 weeks.

Nationality: czech (this is a very small country and I feel amazed everytime someone even a tiny bit references it bc...I know we have the symbols such as beer, picturesque Prague center, but other than that..like I still feel we are very ordinary over here..also bc I’m becoming to feel more strongly abt how borders are again a social construct that aids nationalism and prevents healthy interactions and empathy towards other people, so that is why :D)

Favourite song: can’t choose one ever so the cURRENT one is Do I Do - Stevie Wonder

Last book I read: I think it was MDZS and I nEED to get back to it asap bc I stopped in the middle bc uni semester happened :’c

Top 3 fictional universes I'd like to live in: mcu, and can’t think of really fav two other ones so the ones that come to my mind rn: The Untamed & hp

i tag: @underaswift-sunrise @thosefinelines @victoriannarwhal @tootiredtoosadtooangry @betweencrossedblades @till-dawn-do-us-part @freshwoods @yeetlinglaozus @flythesail @space-ace13 @benniiie no pressure!!

#tag game #christine talks #this was fun aaaa #i loved rambling abt these things #esp the t-shirt lol i love sharing it #beinggaydoincrime #thank uu :33

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 5 years

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I Promise

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Blood, hospitals, broken bones, spoilers for season 3

Word Count: 1686

A/N: So, here is part 12 of Nightmares and Bruises. The taglist is open so drop me an ask or a comment, but you might not be added until I’m back off holiday because this is a scheduled post, same goes for anyone who asked but isn’t tagged.

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Billy bolted up the stairs as soon as he managed to get away from that thing, that creature. His mind couldn’t come up with any other word to comprehend what he had just seen. He tripped on the last step and went crashing to the floor. He turned to look back the way he came, before pushing himself up and sprinting out. The creature screeched behind him and he thanked all those hours he played basketball as he ran straight into the side of the Camaro. His breathing was erratic as he pulled open the door. A quick glance showed that Y/N was still as he left her, before he threw the car in gear and pushed the accelerator all the way to the floor. The tires screeched as the Camaro found grip and shot off into the night.

“Billy?” Y/N’s voice nearly gave him a heart attack. He hadn’t been driving more than a few minutes. She yelped in pain as she sat up, cradling her left arm to her chest. She knew it was broken before she even looked at the funny angle it was below her elbow. Her head was throbbing and her fingers came away red as she gingerly touched them to her head.

Billy’s breathing was erratic as she looked him over. He looked terrified. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, eyes blown wide, blood smeared across his forehead and he was covered in dirt, dust and grime. A quick look at her own clothes showed her that something else had happened other than the crash. She repeated his name again as he pulled the car over in front of a payphone.

“Stay here.” He all but ran out of the car and flung the door to the payphone open. His hand shook as he pressed the only numbers that would work regardless or not if you had any change. He kept his eyes locked onto the Camaro, onto Y/N, as his mind flashed back to that creature.

“911, what’s your emergency?” A female voice drifted over the line. “Is someone there? Hello?

His voice caught in his throat. What was his emergency? The creature that had dragged him down into the basement of some old steal works? The rats that had seemed to surround him as he hit the basement floor? The creature that had shoved some kind of tentacle down his throat and then practically just let him go?

The light above him began to flicker, he looked up before he put the phone back down on the stand. He stumbled out of the phone box as everything around him went dark. The floor seemed to be covered in vines as the sky flashed between black and red. The Camaro’s headlights were the only source of light, illuminating the surroundings enough so that he could see what appeared to be a group of people walking towards him, out of the mist that had settled.

As soon as the light had started flickering, Y/N tried the door handle. She groaned as it wouldn’t shift and instead pulled herself over into the driver’s seat. The movement sent a jolt up her arm and she bit her lip to stop herself crying out. The fear in Billy’s eyes, coupled with the flickering light had put her on edge. She opened the door as Billy walked into the middle of the road and spoke.

“What do you want?” His voice was quiet, laced with fear.

She looked around but couldn’t see anyone around, it was just them. He took a few steps forward before repeating the question.

“Hey, I said what do you want?” His voice increased in volume but once again he got no verbal reply from the group of people. “I said, what do you want!”

One of the figures split from the group as they came to a holt. As the figure approached, Billy took a few steps back. His eyes widened as he looked into the crystal blue of his own eyes staring back at him. The other version him was dressed in exactly the same clothes but was free of the injuries and the grime.

“To build. I want you to build.” The other version of him sounded wrong, like he was speaking with multiple voices.

“To build what?” Billy’s voice was almost desperate as a thunder clap sounded above him.

Y/N reached out and carefully took Billy’s hand in her own. He kept his back to her, unaware that she had even reached him. Her left arm was cradled against her chest as she tried not to move it. The gasp that tore from her throat wasn’t from the pain though. Her grip tightened on Billy’s hand as her surroundings flashed and changed. Her eyes darted from the vines covering the floor, to the darkness, to the red flashes of lightning shattering across the sky. She had heard Will, Joyce and Hopper explain what the Upside Down looked like but her blood still ran cold. When her eyes moved past Billy, her heart stopped.

“What you see.” It was another version of him, clean and collected, but his voice sent shivers down Y/N’s spine. The other Billy locked his eyes onto her before the vision flickered and disappeared.

“I don’t understand.” Billy still wasn’t aware of Y/N’s presence behind him. He felt as if he was numb all over. “I don’t understand! What do you mean? I don’t understand!” He was screaming at the empty road.

“Billy?” Y/N tugged on his arm and he turned to look at her. His eyes were still wild as he glanced around them, wondering what had happened. “Billy, we need to leave.” Her voice was laced with fear, but her eyes told him she knew more about what had just happened.

“What was that?” He spun around before coming back to rest facing her.

“I’ll explain, I will. But we need to get out of here, and I need to go to the hospital.” She tried to keep the fear at bay to stay calm so she could think straight.

His eyes drifted down to her arm, which was still at a funny angle. He nodded and, with one last glance around, let her lead him back to the car. He helped her climb back into the passenger seat so she didn’t jolt her arm before he climbed in and set off in the direction of the hospital.

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The scream that tore from Y/N’s throat as they reset her arm caused Billy’s heart to ache. They were sat on the edge of a hospital bed. She was sat between his legs, back against his chest, her right hand digging into his arm that was around her waist. The nurse had told him to keep her still before they had taken her left arm from where she was still cradling it against her chest. Billy buried his head in her hair as they rebroke the bone so it would heal in the right place. The snap made him feel sick and he couldn’t help but blame himself for the crash. Y/N had assured him it wasn’t, it had been the fault of whatever had hit them.

Y/N stayed pressed against Billy as they put the cast in place before wrapping it in a blue tape. Her head dropped onto his shoulder as they worked. She tried to keep her breathing steady but what she had seen when she took his hand back on the road was coursing through her mind. She knew she needed to find Hopper or Joyce as soon as she got out of here. Billy was unlikely to believe her on her own, definitely wouldn’t with any of the kids or Steve, but with Joyce or especially Hopper, he would probably believe her.

The nurses cleaned the cuts on both of their heads before sticking a plaster over the area. Neither of them had spoken since they arrived and they sat side by side in silence as the nurses went to fetch the release and insurance forms. Y/N’s right hand was gripping Billy’s left as they waited. They quickly filled in the forms before walking out to where the Camaro was parked. It didn’t look very pretty and Billy huffed as he laid eyes on it again. He helped her into the passenger seat again before setting off towards her house. The sun had already risen and was filtering through the trees as they drove past.

“You gonna explain what the hell happened now?” Billy didn’t mean to sound so harsh but his head was throbbing and he was still terrified. The image of that thing and the feeling of it on his face kept repeating in his head.

“I will, I promise. But I have to find Hopper first.” He went to talk but she held up her right hand. “I know you need to know, but I can’t explain it all on my own.”

“Okay.” He nodded as he pulled into her driveway. Her mom’s car was missing and Y/N wondered if she was out looking for them both. He climbed out and helped her out. She stood in front of him with her back to the door as he handed her the bag she had completely forgotten about.

“Stay home today. Don’t go to work. I’ll come round as soon as I’ve found Hopper.” She ran her hand down the collar of his jacket.

“Then you’ll explain?”

“Yeah, I promise.” She reached up on her tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Later, I promise.”

He made sure she got into the house before driving off to his own.

Part 13

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killjoytrait · 5 years

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🌸 : meet the simblr

i came across @hurtsim‘s post of this and he indirectly tagged everyone reading, so: here! (i also thought it would make a good first post) rules are to share your simself, traits, aspiration, anything you want to!

i tag everyone reading that wants to do it (+ also @simending because he just followed me and i’m nothing if not excitable)

i also answered the same 125 questions that you can find below the cut

happy simming! i look forward to my new life of attempting to be a simblr

1. what is your full name? dana marie [redacted]. 2. what are your nicknames? dani, red. just call me dani. 3. birthday? july 22nd. 4. what is your favorite book series? probably the percy jackson series. it was a big part of my younger years. 5. do you believe in aliens or ghosts? both. 6. who is your favorite author? rick riordan i guess? or rainbow rowell. 7. what is your favorite radio station? i don’t really listen to the radio often enough to have one. 8. what is your favorite flavor of anything? in general i like almost chocolate anything. fruit-flavored wise my favorite is blue raspberry or strawberry. 9. what word would you often use to describe something great or wonderful? in a meme context or a more serious one? bc i’ll say that something is ‘lit af’ but i’ll also say it’s fantastic or wonderful, etc. 10. what is your current favorite song? i can’t narrow it down to one, so a few are “play it cool” by monsta x, “the eve” by exo, “killing me” by ikon, “bellyache” by billie eilish, “youngblood” by 5sos, and “high hopes” by p!atd. 11. what is your favorite word? to be honest, probably ‘fuck.’ 12. what was the last song you listened to? "promise” by ateez. 13. what tv show would you recommend for everyone to watch? avatar: the last airbender or steven universe. 14. what is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? spirited away. or coco. 15. do you play video games? not as often as i would like to, but heck yeah. 16. what is your biggest fear? being alone/forgotten. oh and holes. 17. what is your best quality, in your opinion? i can be funny sometimes. and my eyes are a nice color? 18. what is your worst quality, in your opinion? i can be really moody. also i’m anxious and sad like 25/7 so that’s not fun. 19. do you like cats or dogs better? cats. 20. what’s your favorite season? fall. spring would be alright, but it’s too rainy and also allergies. 21. are you in a relationship? i am, yes. 22. what is something you miss from your childhood? not having responsibilities. 23. who is your best friend? one of my first friends i made in my short college stint. (and also my ex-girlfriend) 24. what is your eye color? green. 25. what is your hair color? strawberry-blonde, ginger, whatever you call it. 26. who is someone you love? i love my handful of close friends. 27. who is someone you trust? my girlfriend. 28. who is someone you think about often? like forty different korean boys, i don’t even know. also my girlfriend. 29. are you currently excited about/for something? a convention i’m going to next month. 30. what is your biggest obsession? i don’t even know. it’s a tie between kpop and sour gummi worms. 31. what was your favorite tv show as a child? arthur! living that pbs kid life. 32. who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? no one. 33. are you superstitious? i can be, yeah. 34. do you have any unusual phobias? i’m trypophobic which is kind of unusual? i probably have others that i can’t think of though. 35. do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? i take 99% selfies, so both. 36. what is your favorite hobby? spending hours downloading cc and constantly remaking sims instead of actually playing my game. 37. what was the last book you read? i have no idea. i haven’t been able to finish a book since high school. 38. what was the last movie you watched? i really don’t know, yikes. 39. what musical instruments do you play, if any? i can play the opening of ‘welcome to the black parade’ and that’s about it. 40. what is your favorite animal? sloths. i love sloths. 41. what are your top 5 tumblr blogs that you follow? they’re all amazing so i dunno. 42. what superpower do you wish you had? shapeshifting. 43. when and where do you feel most at peace? probably asleep. or just lowkey chilling with my friends. 44. what makes you smile? tons of things; the moon, stuffed animals, my friends, a comfy hoodie. i might be a sad bitch but i’m a smiley sad bitch. 45. what sports do you play, if any? i don’t. 46. what is your favorite drink? i only really drink water, sprite, or lemonade. 47. when was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? like two years ago? 48. are you afraid of heights? i’m afraid of falling. 49. what is your biggest pet peeve? customers being rude to people in the service industry. 50. have you ever been to a concert? mhm. 51. are you vegan/vegetarian? vegetarian. 52. when you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? an artist, a pop star, or an actress. 53. what fictional world would you like to live in? ugh probably the harry potter universe but only under the conditions that i am magical and get to attend hogwarts. (based on my location i would be at ilvermorny but no thanks) 54. what is something you worry about? everything. 55. are you scared of the dark? absolutely. 56. do you like to sing? constantly. 57. have you ever skipped school? of course. 58. what is your favorite place on the planet? i’d say my room but i currently hate where i’m living so i dunno. 59. where would you like to live? a bigger city. not sure where exactly. 60. do you have any pets? i have three fish. 61. are you more of an early bird or night owl? night owl. 62. do you like sunrises or sunsets better? sunrise, even though I rarely see them. 63. do you know how to drive? not really. 64. do you prefer earbuds or headphones? earbuds. 65. have you ever had braces? no. i need them though. 66. what is your favorite genre of music? kpop isn’t technically a genre, but that. along with pop punk and alternative. 67. who is your hero? i don’t really have one that i can think of. batman? 68. do you read comic books? i used to. 69. what makes you the most angry? injustice? tons of things make me angry and that’s not a list i’m about to get into. but also terfs. 70. do you prefer to read on an electronic device or a real book? it depends on how long the book is or where i’m reading. 71. what is your favorite subject in school? it was history. i’d go become a history teacher if i wasn’t so bad at college. 72. do you have any siblings? yes. 73. what was the last thing you bought? a nasa hoodie. 74. how tall are you? 5′10 or about 177cm. 75. can you cook? vaguely. 76. what are three things that you love? the sound of rain when i don’t have to be outside, being asleep, and lgbtq+ rights. 77. what are three things that you hate? going to sleep, screaming children, and biphobia. 78. do you have more female friends or male friends? female. 79. what is your sexual orientation? bisexual. 80. where do you currently live? the usa. 81. who was the last person you texted? my best fren. 82. when was the last night you cried? last night. 83. who is your favorite youtuber? probably lavendertowne. 84. do you like to take selfies? yeah. 85. what is your favorite app? probably youtube? or spotify. 86. what is your relationship with your parent(s) like? my relationship with my dad is pretty good, and i don’t really have a relationship with my mom, nor do i want one. 87. what is your favorite foreign accent? um, southern brit? i also just enjoy listening to other languages even when i can’t understand them. 88. what is a place that you’ve never been to, but want to visit? literally anywhere outside of the usa. i’ve never left the country. but especially rome. 89. what is your favorite number? 4, 7, and 35. 90. can you juggle? absolutely not. 91. are you religious? not really? 92. do you find outer space or the deep ocean to be more interesting? space. 93. do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? not really, no. 94. are you allergic to anything? i’m lactose intolerant and i get seasonal allergies. 95. can you curl your tongue? nope. 96. can you wiggle your ears? nah. 97. how often do you admit that you were wrong about something? i’ll admit it when it’s a friend or when the person hasn’t made me mad. 98. do you prefer the forest or beach? the forest. i can’t stand sand. 99. what is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? “just, you do you, and fuck everyone else.” from my dad 100. are you a good liar? yeah. 101. what is your hogwarts house? ravenclaw. 102. do you talk to yourself? constantly. 103. are you an introvert or extrovert? ambivert, but closer to the introverted end. 104. do you keep a journal/diary? no, i’ve tried and i can never keep up with them for more than a week. 105. do you believe in second chances? depends on what they’ve done, but usually no. 106. if you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? turn it in. keeping it would cause me too much stress. 107. do you believe people are capable of change? once again, it depends on what they’ve done. 108. are you ticklish? sometimes? 109. have you ever been on a plane? not one that was off the ground. 110. do you have any piercings? yes, seven. 111. what fictional character do you wish was real? steve rogers. 112. do you have any tattoos? not yet, sadly. 113. what is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? staying alive. 114. do you believe in karma? yes. 115. do you wear glasses/contacts? yeah, my eyesight is awful. 116. do you want children? no. 117. who is the smartest person you know? i really don’t know, 118. what is your most embarrassing memory? every moment of middle school. 119. have you ever pulled an all-nighter? so many times. 120. what color are most of your clothes? black. 121. do you like adventures? i love them. 122. have you ever been on tv? i don’t think so? maybe in the background of my local news or something? 123. how old are you? twenty. 124. what is your favorite quote? “sometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i am not living.” from extremely loud and incredibly close by jonathan safran foer. 125. do you prefer sweet or savory foods? sweet!

if you actually read this far, thank you for being interested or at least bored enough to read!

TLDR: i’m a disaster bi.

(credit for the lovely traits overlay goes to @/cupidjuicecc)

#meet the simblr #that's not a tag but it is now #about me #depression tw #anxiety mention #only lightly passed by #but i want to be safe #ts4 #simblr #ts4 simblr #*mine

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neonponders · 3 years

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WIP Game

Rules: Share the latest line (or however much you want) from your work in progress and then tag as many people as there are words in the line as you want.

Thanks for tagging me @ghostofjellyfishforgotten 💋! I did already do this but I’ve been working on Dracula Has a Mullet and I think it’s juicier than my first post for this lol

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For a town where nothing fucking happens, Billy was having an eventful twenty-four hours. Mrs. Harrington last night. Nancy Wheeler this morning. The day hadn’t even finished, and now Steve goddamn Harrington strolled through the community pool entrance tunnel.

Billy didn’t want to deal with it. His shift officially ended fifteen minutes ago, and he had to get to the one decent restaurant in town before it closed. So he strode into the employees-only locker rooms and fished through his locker for his clothes instead of taking the shower he wanted.

One of these days, he needed to take the initiative and get out of town for a good meal. Maybe Chicago’s Little Italy. It would be a damn drive, but pasta and then a good, thirty year old drink—

“Billy?”

His movements paused. He wasn’t exactly difficult to find, moving around a tin locker in a smallish room.

“Billy? You decent?”

He exhaled for what little patience this day afforded him. “What do you want, Harrington?”

Steve had the glorious timing of coming around the corner right as Billy’s swimming trunks hit the tile floor. Whatever, he hadn’t waited for Billy to give an answer. His head snapped up to look anywhere else, but they’d already seen each other naked in the Hawkins High locker rooms, so neither shied away.

“We need to talk about some things.”

“You’re the one counting panels on the ceiling.”

He practically heard Steve’s nostrils flare. And then, “I need to know if another one like you is in Hawkins.”

Billy only wavered briefly at that before hopping into his cutoff jean shorts. He still didn’t answer right away, though, inducing Steve to say, “Look, I know you bit—or someone bit—Nancy. You’re lucky I’m the first person she ran into after she left here this morning. I thought you might be petty and bit her because of me, but considering she works at the journalism office with her boyfriend, that didn’t seem the brightest idea.”

Billy didn’t know Wheeler worked for the newspaper. He knew Byers liked taking pictures, but that’s all. Steve didn’t need to know all that.

Steve shifted his weight behind him and his voice took on a more accommodating—or whining—tone. “Listen, you’re…you. But you’re tolerable. Another vampire biting people isn’t—”

“Just me.”

“What?”

Billy glanced over his shoulder at him. Then he returned to shaking out his t-shirt. “It’s just me here. I bit her.”

Steve made a contemplative sound like, “Huh,” but just had to get mouthy. “I don’t like how long it took you to answer.”

“I don’t give a shit what you like.”

“Are you covering for someone else?”

“No. I bit her. She would’ve been fine, but she’s like you. Bruises like a peach… Hits like a hammer, too.”

He could hear the damn smirk in Steve’s voice. “She knows how to use guns, too, so watch out.”

Billy’s head emerged through the shirt to glare at him. “She might’ve said something similar.”

Steve smiled. Billy couldn’t say if Steve had ever smiled directly at him before.

Based on how something moved in his chest, like the surprise of a single bulb coming alight in a dark room, he’d guess Steve reserved his smiles for others.

“Did I help you bond with your ex or something?”

Steve scoffed. “No. Nancy and I have been over since last Halloween. But did you bite her to get back at me?”

He sighed, “No. She was available. That’s all.”

“And that’s why you bit my mom? Because she was available?”

Billy closed his locker and fully faced him. “Yeah. Do you have a problem? Or are you offering yourself to be more available to me?”

At some point, Steve had come to hold his elbows during this discussion. Now he shrugged, loosening his arms to slide his hands into his back pockets. “Yeah. I am.”

Billy tried for nonchalant. He smirked a little and sassed, “What makes you think I’m still interested?”

“Well, either you and I can have a better arrangement with, like, a schedule, rules, and shit. Or Nancy can blackmail you.”

Billy’s lips parted as he moved his weight from foot to foot. “Your ex is ball and chaining me?”

“Considering you’re biting random people without a lot of forethought other than convenience, you’re making it easy.”

Now was an extremely annoying time for Steve to learn how to argue.

Billy sauntered forward, nearly closing the gap between them. “Then pull your shirt open for me. Make it easy.”

“No,” Steve scoffed easily. “I have to drive home. Come over in the morning.”

#harringrove #dracula has a mullet #neonponders #pondermoniums #wip game #tag game #ghostofjellyfishforgotten

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