#steve walking out of the byers: gonna come in your pants huh? dropped on your head as a kid huh? you stupid btw?

[ickypuppi3]

# hint: don’t lie to a guy about the whereabouts of his kid stepsister

#sweetiepie of all time #the smile ! would love to see him have a good time would love for him to be happy for once #this scene is crazy when you think about it #billy: well this has been a terrible evening surely it can only get bette- #steve walking out of the byers: gonna come in your pants huh? dropped on your head as a kid huh? you stupid btw? #chill out buddy ! quit poking the bear you know #it’s gonna end bad #harringrove #billy hargrove #ickyposts

[harringrovetrashrat]

Intercrurral prompt: Billy’s been harassing Steve all year, and it’s taking everything Steve has not to think bisexual thoughts about the guy he HATES. But one night, wrong place and wrong time, where they run into each other in the woods while Steve is on demodog patrol and Billy is escaping a bad run-in with Neil. Things boil over - the biggest imagery I have is Billy harshly whispering in Steve’s ear “Tell me you want this. TELL me you want ME.”

Okay, okay, okay

Here we GO.  Alright.  It took me a moment to find just the right way to do this, but I finally got it.

And it somehow ended up over 3k, whoooops. Let’s hope the read more actually works this time lol

TW for one use of the f-slur and misogynist language from Billy.

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Steve ran a hand over his face as he stomped through the trees.  The cold February air bit at his skin, made his nose run.  Steve sniffed for what felt like the millionth time, still unable to stop the jittering in his bones.  He couldn’t go home.  Things felt too still, too quiet tonight.  Something was going to happen.  Steve could feel it.

He twirled the bat again, stretching out his fingers.  The trees were dark against the snow, the cloudless night allowing the moon to shine in through breaks in the trees.  Steve bit his lip, thinking about the day.  It sent a spike of warmth to his gut and he frowned, annoyed with himself.

It wasn’t much different than normal.  He spent the day tailing after Nancy and Jonathan, ignoring Tommy when he passed him in the hall, and trying to keep his dick to behave whenever Billy pressed up against him.  Or pushed him.  Or teased him.  Or fucking looked at him, jesus.  Steve had a problem and he really didn’t want to have it.  He’s looked at guys before, done stuff before, but of all fucking people, his dick had to be interested in Billy fucking Hargrove.

He’d prefer his dick be interested in Jonathan.

There was a snap from a few meters ahead in the trees and Steve froze, all thoughts exiting his brain.  His blood pumped through his veins and his pulse skyrocketed as he adjusted his grip on the bat.  He quietly made his way forward, looking through the brush for anything weird.  Anything slimy.  There were some dark spots on the ground that Steve followed, panic clawing its way into his chest.

“Fuck!” He heard someone hiss.  The sound came from in front of him and Steve relaxed minutely.  It wasn’t demodogs.

That didn’t mean there wasn’t still a threat.

Steve did his best to make sure his shoes didn’t crunch too much in the snow as he approached a clearing.  Someone was sitting on a log, hunched over on themselves, but they looked human enough.  There wasn’t any weird smell, nothing too obviously weird, so Steve lowered the bat.

“Hello?” The person on the log jumped, standing and whirling around, fists up and ready.  Bruised as well.  Which was why Steve wasn’t surprised to find himself looking at Billy Hargrove.

A messed up Billy Hargrove.

He had a black eye and a bloody nose, with what looked like a small cut at his hairline.  Steve kind of wished he hadn’t said anything.  Billy relaxed minutely, face scrunching into a sneer.

“Harrington?  What the fuck are you doing out here?  Mommy and Daddy playing house?” Steve ignored the sting, flaring his nostrils as he flexed his hand around the bat.  Billy’s eyes darted down before widening.  “What the fuck?” His voice lost it’s teasing edge, verging into actually scared.

“Oh,” Steve said, not wanting to drop the bat in case he needed it.  For whatever reason.  “Just-- On a walk.”

“On a walk?” Billy droned, unimpressed.  “Really?  Do you think I’m a fucking idiot?” Steve bristled and whatever was in the air that night pressed him forward, made him confrontational.

“Maybe,” he replied.  Billy tensed up, nostrils flaring as he grit his teeth.  “Smart people don’t come out here at night.” Billy barked out a mean laugh.

“S’Why you’re out here then, huh?” Steve stopped a few feet away, slinging the bat over his shoulder.  Now that he was closer, he could see that Billy’s cut was still bleeding.  Could see that his wounds were fresh.  That he was shaking.

“Seriously,” Steve said.  “The woods around here aren’t safe.”

“Safer than other places,” Billy grumbled angrily.  He looked up at Steve, eyes sharp.  “If they’re so unsafe, why are you out here for a walk?” Steve’s mind went blank as he grasped for a reason.

“I-- Well, I mean--”

“You out here meeting some fag lover?” Billy said, smile sharp and mean.  Steve clenched his fist, cheeks going ruddy.  Billy tilted his head, pushing his cheek out with his tongue.  Steve couldn’t help the way his eyes were drawn there.

“No,” he replied, stony.  “Honestly just out for a walk.”

“Really?  You and Creep Byers don’t meet up when Wheeler’s being too much of a bitch?” Steve gripped the bat tightly, scowling.

“Don’t call her that,” he snapped.  Billy snorted, hiding a grimace, and rolled his eyes.

“She left you, man,” he said.  “And you follow her and her new boyfriend around like a fucking lost dog.” Steve felt his cheeks heating up again, felt a blush creeping down his neck.

“Fuck you,” he said.  “It’s called having friends, ever heard of it?” Billy sneered, getting up into Steve’s space.  It made it a little hard to think, having him this close.  Close enough that Steve could see where Billy would freckle in the sun, how blue his eyes were, could fucking smell him.  He pushed the thoughts down, ignoring the heat in belly, just from having Billy close.  Stupid dick.

“You think you’re so above everyone, everything, don’t you?” Steve rolled his eyes, letting the bat fall to his side.  Billy wasn’t a threat, not really.  Not worthy of the bat at least.

“What’s your issue, man?” Steve asked.  Billy shoved him a little, making Steve take a step back.

“You’re my issue, Harrington,” he snapped.  “And I told you to fucking plant your feet.”

“What the fuck did I ever--”

“Your fucking existence fucking pisses me off!” Billy shoved him again, harder this time, and Steve let out a grunt, dropping the bat.  “You’ve got a fucking family that gives a shit, you’ve got fucking money, you’ve got fucking everything, and you--” Billy punctuated each reason with a shove, pushing until Steve was back up against a tree.  When he cut himself off, something flashed over his face.  Worry, fear, Steve wasn’t sure, but it was gone as soon as it was there.  “You, Harrington, just piss me off.”

“You don’t know shit about me, Hargrove,” Steve snapped, trying to push him off.  Billy pushed back, pinning him against the tree.  Steve let out a grunt, freezing up as Billy’s pressed up closer, getting into Steve’s face.  This was… dangerous.  Steve was already chubbing up in his pants and he swallowed thickly, giving some more frantic shoves to Billy’s shoulders.  “Fucking get off,” he said, voice high and pitchy.  Billy sneered, shoving Steve to the ground, standing above him.

“You’re such a fucking pussy,” he sneered.

“At least I’m not some fucking violent freak,” Steve said, sharp and cutting and cruel.  It’s what he wanted to be, in that moment.  Billy did that to him.  Brought out the King Steve who was mean, alone, and hurt.  And the words worked.  Billy snarled, jerking Steve up off the ground.  Steve grabbed at Billy’s hands, stumbling.

“Fuck you,” Billy hissed.  He gave Steve a shake, shoving him into another tree, slamming a hand next to his face.  Steve’s chest heaved with anxiety and, unfortunately, arousal.  He kind of had a thing for being manhandled.  At least, being manhandled by Billy.  The blonde pressed close, hurt shining in his eyes behind the fury.  It threw Steve for a bit of a loop.  “Fuck.  You.” Billy repeated, voice wobbling.  He pushed at Steve, pressing him up against the tree, before pausing.  His eyes widened and Steve flushed.  It was bound to happen, but Steve had held out some childish hope that Billy wouldn’t notice he’d been sporting a boner for a little while.  “What--”

“You’ve made your point--” Steve tried, tense as he tried to sink into the tree.

“Are you hard?” Billy asked.  Steve swallowed and closed his eyes, wishing the world could swallow him up.  “Seriously?”

“I’m not talking with you about this,” Steve squeaked, trying to move away.  Billy pinned him even more against the tree, sliding a leg between Steve’s thighs.  He let out an involuntary whimper.

“You are,” Billy said, almost with wonder.  Steve opened his eyes, meeting Billy’s blue ones.  They were calculating, stripping him down, and it made Steve shiver.  Billy’s tongue flicked over his bottom lip and his mouth curled up at the side.  “Is it from the lack of pussy?  Not enough girls begging to wet your dick?”

“Why are you so gross,” Steve breathed, closing his eyes again.  “It’s not-- Just drop it--”

“Oh, so you only get like this,” Billy trailed a finger over Steve’s clothed dick, making him let out a choked cry, “For me?” Steve’s eyes snapped open and Billy grinned.  There was something hungry in his eyes that made something hot curl through Steve, made him breath a little harder.  But, well, this was Billy.  He was probably fucking with him.

“Fuck off,” Steve breathed out, finding it hard to control his voice.  He tried to push at Billy’s shoulders, tried to avoid those piercing eyes, but Billy caught his face in one hand, making Steve look at him.  He slowly pushed his thumb into Steve’s mouth, pulling it open.  The salty taste of his skin on Steve’s tongue made him breathe harder, chest heaving, pupils dilating.

God he was gonna get the shit beat outta him for this.

“I thought I was,” Billy began, trailing off.  He pulled his lower lip into his mouth, tongue peeking out as he looked in Steve’s eyes, at his mouth, still open and panting.  Gripped Steve through his pants, making his legs tremble.  He was grateful for the tree behind him, that was for sure, otherwise he might have stumbled from his legs turning into jelly.  Steve’s chest heaved, nervous and aroused, and Billy exhaled heavily through his nose.

“Thaw yoo were wha?” Steve asked, breathy and mangled from Billy still holding his mouth open, thumb pressed against Steve’s tongue.

“The way you look at me,” Billy said, eyes heated now, hungry, almost rabid with want.  “Thought I was imagining it.  But this,” he rubbed over Steve’s erection again, making him tremble, “Suggests that maybe I wasn’t.” Steve stared at Billy, dick throbbing.  Billy licked over his bottom lip, almost unconsciously.  His eyes flicked down to Steve’s bulge, a weird groan escaping him.  It made Steve’s dick twitch in his jean almost painfully.  Billy’s eyes widened and his eyes snapped back up to Steve’s.

“‘illy,” Steve tried, still unable to speak clearly with that thick fucking thumb on his tongue.

“God,” Billy groaned, shaking again, but with restraint.  Like he was trying not to touch Steve more than he was already.  “You’re so fucking-- You want this, don’t you?” Steve tried to shake his head, to deny the fucking obvious truth.  “You want my dick in your mouth?  Stretching those pretty pink lips?” And god, Steve did.  He’d never had a dick in his mouth but god, did he want.  He nodded, weakly.  Billy tsked, pulling Steve’s mouth open more, until it almost hurt.  His dick shouldn’t have liked it as much as it did but, well.  “No no, Harrington,” Billy crooned.  “Use your words.” He leaned in, lips brushing against Steve’s ear as their bodies pressed together.  Steve couldn’t feel the cold, couldn’t feel anything but the heat of Billy’s body pressed against him.  Of his erection pressing against Steve’s thigh.  Fuck.  “Tell me you want this,” he hissed, breath puffing against Steve’s ear, sending goosebumps across his body.  He gave a full body shiver, could practically feel Billy’s grin against his lobe, a wet tongue slowly following the shell.  Steve felt like he couldn’t breathe and he never wanted it to stop.  “Tell me you want me.”

“‘uck , ‘illy,” Steve wheezed, arching his back so their hips ground together, eliciting a moan from himself and a hiss from Billy.  “Ye, ye, p’ease.” Billy’s hand fell out of his mouth, one hand gripping Steve’s hip as the other made quick work of his belt and zipper.  There was a damp spot on the outside of his jeans, the inside of his underwear sticky from where he had been steadily leaking, and Billy’s sharp inhale made Steve groan.  Billy looked at him, eyes hazy with lust as he licked his palm, maintaining eye contact as his gripped Steve’s dick, freed from the confines of his clothes.  Steve’s eyes fluttered closed and his mouth opened in a silent gasp as he tilted his head back, thunking against the tree.  “Fuck,” he whined, hands gripping Billy’s biceps.

“I fucking knew it,” Billy hissed, leaning to press open mouthed kisses to Steve’s neck.  The heat of Billy mixed with the cold, harsh air, drove Steve fucking mad.  His head was foggy, filled to the brim with Billy.  “Every time I shoved you, fucking every time I looked at you, I could see it.” Steve gasped as Billy latched onto his neck, biting and sucking.  It was so different than anything Steve had experienced, even with the guys he’d fooled around with.  Billy was rough, yet somehow still gentle, still attentive.  His hand was slow, leisurely stroking Steve and swiping the head with his thumb.  Steve wasn’t sure he’d still be upright if it wasn’t for Billy holding him up against the tree.

“See what?” He gasped.

“That you wanted me,” Billy replied, breath hot against Steve’s neck.  “Wanted me to shove you, touch you.” Steve was dripping, shaking as Billy teased him.  “You know how long I’ve wanted to do this to you?” Billy whispered against Steve’s skin.  Steve shook his head, unable to make his voice work.  “Since that fucking party.  Wanted to fucking claim you.” Steve found that he really, really wanted that too.

“Then do it,” he rasped, one shaky hand coming up to tangle in the hair at the nape of Billy’s neck.  Billy’s hand faltered before pulling away.  Steve whined, head tilting back down to look.  Billy looked almost feral, eyes wild and face flushed.  He made quick work of his jeans, pulling out his cock, angry and red and hard.  Steve’s mouth fucking watered.  Billy held his hand up, the one slick with Steve’s precum, and ordered,

“Lick.” Steve didn’t need to be told twice.  He ran his tongue over Billy’s hand, getting it wet and spit slick.  Billy watched, breathing hard through his nose, before he pulled his hand away, using the other to turn Steve around.  “Pants at your knees, pretty boy.” His voice was low, husky, and Steve would do whatever he said.  He could feel it, the need to obey.  He’d never wanted to just let someone have their way with him, use him, but he found himself imagining Billy, relaxed as he ordered Steve to please him.  He shuddered at the thought.  Steve shimmied his jeans and underwear down, leaning against the tree and looking over his shoulder.  Billy was stroking himself slowly, letting drool spill down his tongue and onto his dick until is was wet, dripping with saliva.  Steve groaned.

“I’m not--  I’ve never--”

“Don’t you worry,” Billy said, hands gripping Steve’s cheeks as he squatted, pulling them apart.  “When I fuck you, it’s gonna be thorough.  Gonna open you on my fingers until you beg for me to stuff you with my cock.” And then he licked a hot, wet stripe from Steve’s perineum all the way up to his hole, circling the rim.

“Oh holy shit,” Steve cried, hips jerking back.  He felt Billy’s chuckle against his skin.  He lost himself in the sensation of Billy’s tongue, his mouth, licking and sucking at Steve’s taint and thighs until they were slick and wet.  The sound he made, primal and needy, when Billy stood, almost made him embarrassed.  He was too horny though.

“Clench those thighs for me, King,” Billy said, pressing a kiss to one of Steve’s back dimples.  Steve shuddered, but did as he was told.  When he felt Billy’s dick slide against the crease of his legs, he gasped, fingers clenching against the bark of the tree.  The head of Billy’s cock slowly pushed in, gliding through the spit, now warmed by Steve’s skin.  It was veiny, thick, and velvety soft against the meat of Steve’s thighs.  When the tip brushed against the back of his balls, Steve whimpered, biting his lip.  Billy’s hand was tight, bruising against his hip.  The other came and pulled Steve’s hair, tilting his head back so he couldn’t hide any noises.

“Please, please, please,” Steve rambled, mind blanking out except for Billy.  The feel of him between his thighs, the smell of his cologne, fuck, even the rough denim of his jeans against the back of his thighs.  He didn’t even know what he was begging for.  Billy let out a long, rumbling groan.

“Jesus fuck,” Billy said, voice sounding as wrecked as Steve felt.  His hips snapped forward, slapping against Steve’s thighs and ass, and Steve gasped, fingers painfully gripping at the tree bark.  He hadn’t expected it, but the glide of Billy’s dick against his thighs was incredible.  The way the head tickled the back of his balls, the way he could feel Billy’s dick leaking precum, sliding it around as he made Steve’s thighs slicker and slicker.  Steve clamped them as tightly as he could, getting an aborted moan for his efforts.  He grinned as Billy moved faster, hips slamming against Steve, forcing high pitched moans out every time.  “Look at you,” Billy rumbled.  “So fuckin’ pretty like this, Harrington.  Bent over like the needy little bitch you are.” Steve should have bristled at the words, should have pushed Billy away, but something inside him went white hot in pleasure.  Made his cock drip.

Like most things Steve was discovering about himself, it came down to Billy.  If anyone else tried it, he’d hate it.  But, fuck.  Billy made it sound like the best thing in the world.

“Yeah,” Steve breathed out.  “Fuck yeah I am.” Billy let out a sound that made heat burst in Steve’s groin, brought him even closer to the edge.  His hips shuttered, moving wildly until he slammed himself against Steve, curling down and pressing his forehead against Steve’s back as he came.  Steve moved one hand down, jerking himself off almost painfully fast.  The feeling of spit and cum, warm against his skin, cooling rapidly in the air, was almost too much.  Billy moved to pull away but Steve whined, making him stop.  “Just--  Stay there.”

“Jesus,” he heard Billy whisper.  And like that, Steve came, painting the tree in white stripes of spunk.  He cried out, loud where Billy had been quiet, muffling his sounds.  Steve was loud, he knew that, but he reached obscene levels as he trembled, orgasm making him nearly black out.

They stayed that way, panting as their sweat rapidly cooled.  Billy finally pulled away, hands leaving Steve and he missed the feeling immediately.

God he was so fucked.

Steve didn’t turn around as he caught his breath, shakily using the tree to stand erect.  He pulled up his jeans, not bothering to clean up.  Wasn’t sure he wanted to admit to himself that he wanted the feeling of cum and spit sticking to his skin, dampening his jeans and underwear, dirty and so fucking hot.  When he turned around, Billy had his back to him, the sound of his zippo clicking loud in the wake of what they’d just done.

“Uhm,” Steve began, because, like, where do you go from here?

“We can keep this under wraps,” Billy said, back still to Steve.  He let out a cloud of smoke, thicker in the cold air.  Steve noticed the tension in his shoulders, in his voice, and he swallowed, wondering if he’d fucked up.

“Yeah,” Steve said, fingers twitching nervously against his thigh.  “But uh,” he took a sharp inhale, forcing the words out, “My parents aren’t usually home so, you know, if you ever wanna like, let off some steam--”

“Aw, Harrington,” Billy teased, finally turning around.  “You like my dick that much?” Steve wasn’t sure what it was, but something told him he needed to be honest.  To tell the truth, or Billy’d run and never look back.

“Yeah,” he replied, honest.  Billy’s eyes widened and his mouth went a little slack.  But the attraction and want that shone in his eyes let Steve know he’d made the right choice.  “Maybe next time you can let me choke on it.”

#anon #prompt #harringrove #steve harrington #Billy Hargrove #lemon #intercrural #gross boys being gross boys #dom/sub vibes

[platypanthewriter]

Growth

Harringrove April prompt 27: Growth! Max really wants Steve to know Billy's changed.  Steve has doubts...at first, until he and Billy get a chance to talk.  Also, yay, touchstarved AU.

“Sooooo Billy’s been getting better, you say,” Dustin said loudly, as he climbed into the passenger seat, and Max climbed in behind Steve.

She groaned.  “Yes!” she said, like Dustin was deaf, leaning around to yell in Steve’s ear.  “He’s much better.”

“Why are you yelling,” Steve muttered, leaning to see through the back, so he could back out of the parking space.  

“Since he saved El,” Dustin practically shouted at Steve, and he eased off the gas to stare over.  “He saved her,” Dustin said again, like this was news.  “Billy did,” he added, like Steve was maybe brain-damaged, or Max had forgotten about her brother landing in the hospital.

“I know,” Steve told him, raising his eyebrows.  “I remember.”

“He saved El,” Max said, and Steve stared at her in the rearview mirror, until a thought occurred to him, and his eyes narrowed.

“...are you two high,” he asked, sniffing the air, and Max punched him in the shoulder.  

“No!” she shouted, kicking his seat.

“Hrm,” he said, pulling out of the parking lot, but keeping a wary eye on both of them, and then...Steve started to put the clues together.  “Holy shit, wait, are you from the future?  Trying to figure out the, y’know, the timeline.  Oh my god, can you go through time in the Upside-Down?!”

“Shut up, Steve,” Max sighed heavily, her face smushed into the back of his seat.  

“I mean, it’d be worth a try,” Dustin said, brightening, and Steve sighed with Max, disappointed.  

“We were talking about my brother,” she said, flatly, like Steve had tired her out.  

“Why?!” Steve asked bluntly, turning on the road towards the Wheeler’s.  “Because he hasn’t given anybody a concussion recently?”

“...three months since the last head injury incident,” Dustin whispered, snickering, and Max smacked his shoulder, growling like her brother.  

“He’s better,” she hissed, thumping back against her seat, and crossing her arms.

“Uh, yeah, yeah he is,” Dustin said, grimacing, and Steve stared over at him, and into the rearview at Max, and came very close to running a red light.

“What is going on with you two,” he breathed, staring between them, and starting to wonder about weirder theories, like doppelgangers, or possession.  “Shit, can the Mindflayer get two people now?”

“...I’m telling him it’s hopeless,” Max said, looking at Dustin, and he grimaced, and sighed.

Steve couldn’t stop wondering what the hell that was about, and the next time he had a few hours, he drove down to the pool, and watched Billy’s water aerobics class—which he knew he was in, because now that he thought about it, Max talked about Billy a lot.  He did look better, Steve thought grudgingly, for a given of ‘last time I saw this person, he had a hole in him the size of a basketball hoop.’  

It was hard to imagine him having changed enough to warrant Max’s unending praises, and Steve clenched his fists, remembering Billy’s fists hitting his face, and the way Max had flinched away from her brother’s hands.

He wandered back into the locker rooms, biting his lips.  

Since the water aerobics class was mostly grandmas, Billy wandered back in alone, and shuffled into the shower to lean against the post in the center.  His legs shook, a little, and Steve felt kinda shitty all of a sudden for just standing there watching.  The bench was hard as hell anyway—and what was he even gonna say, he asked himself, groaning.  

He stood up, brushing his pants off automatically, and then he heard Billy’s voice say “...Steve Harrington?”

“...no?” Steve tried, turning around with a grimace, and Billy snorted a laugh, shampooing his hair.  

“The hell are you doing in here?  Dressed?”

“Hrm,” said Steve, wondering about that himself.  Billy did look so much better, Steve could see Max’s fascinated relief.  He could stand and take a shower, the water running over his muscles, even if he needed to lean one hand on the showerhead post while he washed his hair.  His scars were thick and ropey, but healed—and as Steve thought it, he realized Billy was working his jaw, a little, glancing at Steve’s face.  

With a sinking feeling of guilt, Steve grimaced, trying to imagine how he’d feel if he made it through something like that, and then people stared at him in the shower.  

“My scars gonna give you nightmares, Harrington?” Billy asked, laughing a little breathlessly, and gripping the showerhead post.  

“What?! No!” Steve said, making a face, realizing that was worse, feeling his face heat at the teasing tone of Billy’s voice, and deciding on a distraction.  He dropped his eyes about a foot and a half.  “Just pitying you, man, I never noticed your tiny-ass dick before.”  He grinned, proud of himself, as Billy stared over.

“What,” he said flatly.

"I guess you're a grower," Steve said, eyeing Billy's dick. "I guess? Or is it just that size?  Too bad, man," he finished the killing blow, only to have Billy start laughing so hard he staggered, and Steve ran in to grab his arm, steadying him down to the ground.

“Oh my god,” he wheezed.  “What the fuck, Harrington.  Brutal.” 

“Sorry,” Steve said, grimacing, and starting to snicker along.  “Sorry, I just—I wasn’t thinking anything shitty about your scars, I just...figured that was better?”

“Is it, though?” Billy cackled, leaning on one arm and panting, his eyes shut tightly against his dripping shampoo.  “Is it really?”

Steve laughed harder, grimacing again as he watched Billy try to stay upright, the arm he was leaning on shaking.  “Scoot to your left,” he told him, “—get back in the shower spray, I’ll help you with your hair.  I’ll be right back.”

“...how long am I supposed to wait,” Billy muttered, wincing as he tried to scoot himself along the sandpapery anti-slip floor.

“Just a sec,” Steve said, backing out of the showers, with an eye on Billy Hargrove, in case he drowned.

The floor at the pool was familiarly pebbled and rough as Steve pulled off his shoes and socks.  He yanked his shirt off for good measure, tossing it on the bench, and then walked back in.  “Okay, I’m gonna spray you in the face,” he said, and Billy sputtered a “What,” as Steve stuck his hand under the showerhead, and directed it onto Billy’s hairline, to rinse the shampoo off his face.  

“...oh shit, thanks,” he muttered, scrubbing at his face, and Steve held the water there while he rinsed and wiped his eyes.  

“You want me to help you get back under the shower?” Steve asked, once Billy’d blinked and squinted around a little, and Billy shot him a glare.  

“I think you better,” he huffed.  “Come in here and insult my dick.  Makes us ev—” he winced, and stopped, sighing.  “...sorry about all the shit I did last fall.  Showing up at the Byers, and...everything.  Max said you were okay,” he said slowly, glancing up.  He looked tired.

“Oh,” said Steve, startled.  “Uh.  Sorry I insulted your dick.”

Billy snorted a laugh, shaking his head, and Steve turned the shower off, stepping in to yank Billy up and help him stagger back under where he could finish washing his hair.  The shampoo was starting to drip into his face again, and Steve crouched to wipe it off with his thumbs, feeling Billy laugh against his hands.  He was bracing himself with both arms, and Steve was feeling doubtful.  

“You got this, man?”

“Just need to sit for a while,” Billy muttered.  “...long night.  You can go—”

“I’m not leaving you lying on the floor,” Steve told him, indignant.  “Come on, man, I’ll wash your hair.”

“What,” Billy said, but Steve ignored him, turning the water back on, and squirting more shampoo into his hand, because he’d seen Billy only get half his head while Steve made him laugh so hard he sat down.  

The shower soaked into his slacks, and he grimaced, but there were scars all up Billy’s hunched shoulders, too, and he was trembling with the effort of staying upright, so Steve tried to focus on working the suds through his hair.  Billy’s curls clung to his fingers, and Billy flinched, sometimes, when Steve lifted a hand away to wash a new part of his head, so Steve started narrating.  “Gonna rinse around your ear,” he said, and Billy tilted his head obediently, clenching his hands against the floor.  

“That’s good.  Now around your face,” Steve said, like he was helping with Holly Wheeler’s bath, but bathing a person of any size seemed about the same, really—Billy was heavier to help in, but at least Steve didn’t have to keep distracting him with squeaky hedgehog toys.  He tipped Billy’s chin up, shielding his eyes, and Billy sighed, shivering, his head heavy in Steve’s hands.  

“...you need conditioner?” Steve asked, frowning around, and Billy swallowed—unhelpfully—but then Steve found the bottle, rolled against the shower post, and began working it through the length of Billy’s curls.  Billy’s hands twitched and shook, and Steve wondered how the hell he was getting home, even if Steve got him out of the shower and dressed.  

His breathing was going weird, gaspy and uneven, and Steve started to worry he was hurting him, somehow.  He slowed down, a little, gentling his touches, and Billy pulled his knees up, hugging them to his chest.  

“Shit,” he mumbled, panting.  His skin was red even for in the shower, and finally, Steve got it.

“...shit, dude, you been lonely, huh,” he said, laughing.

“Shut the fuck up,” Billy laughed, groaning into his knees.  

“Shutting up, just keeping on with my sexy, sexy shampoo job,” Steve told him, letting his fingers linger as he cupped water up the back of Billy’s head to rinse the conditioner out, and Billy made a strangled noise into his hands.  

“Fuck you,” he moaned.  “Why are you even here,” and Steve laughed, putting his hand over Billy’s eyes to tip his face into the spray again.  

“Max said you’d...changed, I dunno,” Steve told him, feeling the odd sensation of someone else’s stubble under his hands as he held Billy’s chin, rinsing the sides of his head.  “She kept saying it like I was supposed to care, you know.  Thought I’d see what was going on.”

“...and?” Billy asked, softly, as Steve splashed some water on his hunched-up collarbones, trying to rinse the conditioner all the way off.

“Shit, I dunno,” Steve told him, laughing.  “Talked to you for like ten minutes, and I don’t think you, y’know, uh, I don’t think you grew exactly the way she meant.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Billy groaned into his hands, curling up tighter, and Steve snickered.  

“Guess it’s a little...frustrating, recovery from something like that,” he whispered, and Billy elbowed him, laughing.

“Go to hell!”

“That’s the Billy Hargrove I remember,” Steve said, handing him the soap.  “Here, finish up whatever, I’m gonna find your locker and get your clothes out.  You need a ride?”

Billy stared at him, head cocked away from the water.  “...that’s it?” he whispered.

“What?” Steve asked, feeling like he was being pretty nice, all things considered.  “You want something else?”

“...no,” Billy said, looking down at the soap.

Steve wandered off, trying not to listen as Billy took care of his little problem.  Not that little, he thought, remembering his assessment of Billy’s dick, and snickering guiltily as he opened lockers, trying to Sherlock Holmes it based on water trails, but the whole floor was wet, and he didn’t see any wet handprints glinting helpfully in the lights.  

By the time he wandered back, Billy had his legs sprawled, his cock properly limp and unobtrusive between them, and Steve turned the shower off and half-carried him to a bench.  He sat down while Billy dried his hair and toes and struggled with socks, and then couldn’t watch anymore.  He crouched down and put Billy’s shoes on, tying them for him, and helped him with his shirt.  Billy was swaying a little by that point, his eyes drifting shut, and Steve thought maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to encourage him to jack off in the shower, even if he’d probably sleep like a log.  

“C’mere, Billy,” he said, scooping him up, and Billy sighed against his ear.  

“...sorry,” he mumbled.  “S’ry ‘bout my dick.”

“Your dick is your problem, buddy,” Steve told him, hefting him up again as he walked.  “And whoever you’re dating, I guess.”

“...fuck you,” Billy whispered.  “Fuck you, ‘s…’s’okay.”

“Yeah, it’s an okay dick,” Steve reassured him, unable to believe he was having this conversation.  A woman stared at them as he tried to unlock his car, and he beamed back at her, half-tempted to do something outrageous, like start barking dick measurements, but she harrumphed and wandered off.

“Still got my mouth,” Billy mumbled sleepily, as Steve loaded him into the car.  “An’ my asshole.  ‘F’you don’t like my dick.”

“Your dick’s fine,” Steve told him, sliding the seatbelt around him, and starting to blush as hard as Billy’d been, because what the fuck.

“S’a grower,” Billy said.

“Yeah, yeah, you grow, I get it,” Steve agreed.  “Super impressed, man.”

That seemed to wake Billy up again, a little, and he watched Steve get in the car.  “...is that what Max said?  That’s why you’re being so nice.  No,” he laughed, grimacing.  “Max said you’ve always been nice.  Shit.”

“...I haven’t,” Steve said, starting up the car.  “I mean, I had to grow up some.  Too.”  

Billy nodded, slowly, biting his lips together.  

It wouldn’t be so bad, Steve thought, to swing by and see Billy again.  Have another dude around who knew what Hawkins was like, and who seemed...kind of cool, now, now that he wasn’t being such a prick.  “I’m glad you’re okay, man,” Steve told him, honestly, and Billy’s smile was quick and bright.

“Yeah, back at you,” he said, sighing.  

He slept for the rest of the ride.

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[strangerthingsharrington]

Can’t Fight This Feeling

-22-

The three of us sat in silence for the most part. Too afraid to talk because of the realization hitting us that the monster was closing in on the group at Starcourt.

The pain in my body began to catch up with me. Every inch of me was in pain, but especially my neck and arm. I looked down at my arm and the saw the deep purple bruise. I stared at it, wishing for it to go away. Wishing for me to wake up from this insane nightmare.

But if this nightmare hadn’t happened...then I would still look at Steve as the douchy king Steve version I had built up in my head for so long. And I was so happy and relieved to know that wasn’t the real him. At least not anymore.

“It’s gonna heal,” Dustin said.

I looked over at my brother, seeing him looking down at my bruise as well, “What? This?” I asked, moving my arm slightly.

He nodded and looked at me, “I know,” I told him, “doesn’t make it suck any less.”

He sighed, “I’m...Lou I’m really sorry for getting you involved in this.”

I shrugged lightly as I brought my knees up to my chest, “I would have been more upset to be left out...again. I’d rather be involved and know and help keep everyone safe, then just be sitting at home not knowing how much danger everyone was in.”

He kept his eyes on me for a few more seconds before looking away, to the tree line near Starcourt.

“I never told you anything to keep you safe,” Dustin began, “if something happened to me-I mean that obviously wouldn’t be good, but at least mom would still have someone,” he told me as his eyes began to tear, “dad just-he left her and us. And it sucks. It really does,” he said with a sniffle.

“By keeping you out of the loop, I was-ya know...trying to make sure that mom didn’t lose absolutely everyone in her life. I wanted to keep you safe and make sure that if something happened,” he stopped and looked to me with tears ready to overflow, “then at least you’d be okay and still here with mom so she wouldn’t be alone.”

My cheeks were damp with my own tears and I shook my head, “I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with that, Dust. I appreciate you looking out for me, and I’m here now...and I will do anything to keep you safe. Anything.”

“I know, I just wish this shit wasn’t life or death,” he shrugged.

I grinned at him and wiped my cheeks, “We’re in this together, Dustin. All of us,” I added, looking over to Erica who had been watching us silently, “we’re gonna be good,” I promised.

Erica nodded once to me and looked away, not before a tear slipped down her face.

“Bald eagle has landed!” the panting voice of Murray Bauman came through Cerebro, “repay. Bald eagle has landed.”

I breathed out a laugh and looked to my brother who was grinning as well, “Holy shit, it’s gonna work,” Erica said, with a surprised edge to her voice.

“Come on,” Hop growled through the radio, “how much longer?”

“I dont know, I’ve never done this before!” Murray responded harshly.

The three of us again sat in silence waiting for Murray or Hop to give us the good news that they had gotten the keys. The sooner they got the keys, the sooner this would be over, then we could make sure everyone was okay.

I was hoping that Steve and a Robin had made it to the mall alright and nothing had happened to them while driving.

My heart rate started picking up just thinking about something bad happening to them or to anyone. It was like Dustin said. It really was life and death here unfortunately.

“Get ready lovebirds, you’re almost up to bat!” Bauman announced.

I felt the adrenaline begin picking back up in me. I stood up and walked the few steps to the edge of the hill and looked towards Starcourt. The lights were still flashing like crazy.

I started pacing back and forth waiting for something, anything to come over the radio.

“Lou, come back and sit, your legs are probably killing!” Dustin told me.

I shook my head, “I’m fine,” I insisted since I truly couldn’t feel the pain in my body anymore.

“Lou sit back down!” Erica called.

I shook my head, “I can’t, I’ll sit when we know Mrs. Byers and Hop got the keys.”

“Murray?” Hop questioned aggressively, “Your goddamn code is wrong.”

“What? Are you sure?” Murray responded.

“Yeah im sure,” Hop responded back.

“Well-I suppose it could be wrong...”

“How could it be wrong?” Hop shouted.

“The code is a number! A famous number. Planck’s constant. I -I thought I knew it,” Murray explained, tripping over his words.

“Shit,” I whispered to myself continuing to pace back and forth, “shit, shit, shit, shit.”

“Lou, you do know Planck’s constant?” Dustin called to me.

I looked back to the mall then back to him quickly, “No, I -I used to but not anymore.”

I looked back to the mall, as if I was expecting to see Steve and Robin arriving in one piece. I couldn’t focus on anything without knowing they were okay. I should’ve gone with him.

I knew in my heart that Dustin and Erica would be okay. I knew it and still believed it.

“What are you doing?” Erica asked loudly.

I looked back at the two of them and heard the static of the radio channels as Dustin moved through them.

“What are you doing, Dust?” I asked, taking a step towards them.

He looked up at me, “Trying to get the number for Hop!”

His hand stopped moving the radio knob as he settled on a different channel, he brought the microphone up to his lips, “Suzie do you copy?”

Suzie.

I walked over to them and dropped to my knees next to Dustin.

“Will she know it?” I asked him.

He looked to my with a grin and nodded, “She is one of the smartest people I know...if anyone knows it off by heart it’s her.”

“Suzie, you do copy?” he repeated.

“This is Suzie! I copy!” a sweet voice came through the radio, a pleasant change from Hopper and his angry tone all the time.

“Suzie!” Dustin said happily.

“Dusty-bun?” she questioned.

“Dusty-bun?” Erica repeated, disgusted.

“Where have you been?” Suzie asked my brother.

Dustin closed his eyes, “I’m so so sorry. I’ve-I’ve been really busy...uh, trying to save the world from Russians and monsters.”

Suzie giggled on the other end, “Of course you have!”

“Get the goddamn number!” Erica scolded loudly.

“Who was that?” Suzie asked, sounding worried about hearing another girl on my brothers end of the radio.

Dustin looked over to Erica angrily, “It was-huh I don’t know actually. I think it was just interference,” he said almost questioningly looking over to me.

I nodded and motioned with my hand to keep going.

“So why don’t we huh...change frequency to fourteen point one five eight?” he suggested.

“Copy that, changing frequency. Standby!” Suzie responded eagerly.

Dustin changed the radio to the frequency he told Suzie and sat back waiting for to talk to him again.

He looked at me quickly, “Everyone else is on this one...then they’ll be able to get Plancks constant right from her,” he explained.

I nodded, “Nice,” I said approvingly.

I looked over to Erica and she looked irritated beyond belief. She looked at me and raised her eye brow, motioning between Dustin and the radio. I shook my head, and brought a finger to my lips to make sure she knew to keep quiet.

I loved her sass, but we needed this number to save everyone. And the only way to get it was through Suzie.

“Dusty-bun, you copy?” her voice cut through the static.

“I copy Suzie-poo,” he smiled.

At that I’ll admit I almost lost it and started laughing. But I composed myself and calmed down.

“It sounds so much better now, thanks,” he told her, he cleared his throat, “Okay so listen, do you know Planck’s constant?” he asked cutting right to the chase.

“Do you know the earth orbits the sun?” she asked back as Dustin chuckled with a head nod.

“Okay so I know it starts with two sixes and then a...what is it?”

“Okay let me just be clear on this,” she began, “I haven’t heard from you in a week and now you want a mathematical equation that you should know so you can...save the world?”

I grimaced. I couldn’t help but agree with her. If Steve...or anyone hadn’t talked to me for a week then called me randomly for a reason like this...I’d be a little upset too.

“Suzie-poo, I promise I will make it up to you as soon as possible,” he pleaded.

“You can make it up to me now?” she suggested.

My brow furrowed as I looked to my brother who looked alarmed.

“What?” he questioned.

“I want to hear it,” she said.

“Not right now,” he said immediately looking to me.

“Yes now Dusty-bun!”

“Suzie-poo, this is urgent-“

“Yes, yes,” she cut him off, “you’re saving the world I got that the first time. But Ged is also saving Earthsea and he’s about to confront the shadow, so this is Suzie signing off.”

My eyes widened and I smacked my brother roughly on the shoulder motioning to the microphone, “Wait wait wait!” he called into the microphone, giving me a dirty look, “Okay! Okay!”

He took his finger off the button and looked ahead, “Shit,” he murmured.

I rolled by eyes at his attitude. What in the actual world could she be asking him to do that would make him hesitate getting the number that would unlock the key that would finally close this gate?

“Turn around, look at what you see,” my eyes widened and I looked to him unable to form any words.

He looked to me quickly before looking away awkwardly, “In her face, the mirror of your dream.”

Erica and I made eye contact behind Dustin’s back and the shear...dismay on her face was unmistakeable. She really did look utterly disgusted with what was happening.

Dustin was singing the theme for The Neverending Story. Over a radio. To his girlfriend in a different state.

I was more confused than anything.

“Make believe I'm everywhere, given in the light. Written on the pages is, the answer to our never ending story, ah. Reach the stars, fly a fantasy. Dream a dream. And what you see will be. Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds. And there upon a rainbow is the answer to our never ending story, ah. Story, ah.”

Dustin had a smile on his face at the conclusion of their surprising musical number. I had my eyes trained on him the whole time absolutely perplexed at what was happening.

“Plancks constant is six point six two six zero seven zero zero four,” Suzie said over the radio, much to my relief.

I smiled and looked to Dustin who was grinning while looking ahead, “You just saved the world,” he explained.

“Gosh I missed you Dusty-bun,” she sighed happily to him.

“I missed you more, Suzie-poo,” Dustin cooed to her.

“I miss you more multiplied by all the stars in our galaxy.”

“No I miss you more-“

“Enough,” Erica demanded shutting down their radio connection and cutting off Dustin mid sentence.

“So rude, Erica!” Dustin snapped.

She scoffed, “Well sorry that I don’t want to hear the two of you dorks talking all stupid to each other!”

“I’m sorry you’ve never been in love before!”

“I’m ten you dork, I don’t care about that shit! I care about not puking while you’re making googly eyes at a radio!”

“Both of you, enough!” I said as I stood up, “Can we just appreciate that they got the keys and this shit could be over any time now?”

I walked back to the spot where I could see the mall. The lights weren’t flickering anymore.

“Guys!” I called, smiling, “The mall-the lights are back to normal!”

They were at my sides immediately and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe El managed to kill the monster before they closed the gate? Either way knowing they were, hopefully, safe was a relief.

“How much longer?” Erica wondered.

I shrugged, “Who’s to say? Hopefully soon.”

“I knew El could do it,” Dustin said quietly.

I turned to him and smirked, “Now back to the Neverending Story singalong.”

He rolled his eyes, “Look it’s our little-little thing we do! We both love the movie and-and it’s just...our thing!”

I was already laughing as he explained himself, “Come on, Lou,” he stressed, “we got the number didn’t we? Doesn’t that count for something?”

“Oh it’ll count for something once you see the party again,” I laughed.

“Um. Guys?” Erica questioned.

I looked back at her as my laughter subsided, “Yeah?”

She didn’t turn her head to look at me, just stuck her arm out and pointed her finger.

I looked back out over the trees back to Starcourt. The lights...they were flickering even worse if that was possible.

My stomach dropped and my chest tightened. The monster was still there. Still going after them. And I wasn’t there to help.

——

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[coffeeandchemicals]

Combo of 2, 17 & 38 for the Harringrove horror prompts. Please and thank you!

Thank you @introvertia for the prompts! Sorry it took so long - I hope you enjoy this!

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Trigger warning for homophobic language and gore.

 all that's left is a ghost of you

 Billy had only been town for a few days, but he’d already noticed something wasn’t quite right with this King Steve that everyone was talking about. Something wasn’t right, but no one seemed to notice. Not the ex-girlfriend who kept giving Steve wide-eyed sad looks as if she couldn’t quell her own guilt. Not the ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend who actively avoided Steve’s gaze whenever Steve saw him in the hallways. Not the kids that Steve drove around taking them from school to the arcade to home and back again as if Steve was their personal chauffer.

 But Billy noticed.

 And Billy watched to see what would happen. To see what Steve would do. To see if Steve would finally snap.

 And Billy needled Steve to see if he could get a rise out of him. To see what emotions, if any, would cross Steve’s face. To see if Steve would give in to whatever he was trying not to feel.

 And Billy waited.

On the basketball court, Billy pushed into Steve’s space, plastered himself against Steve’s back, and let himself feel the heat of another body against his own. Billy almost made a move in the showers, but he saw Steve’s flat, emotionless face, anger flashing for the briefest moment when Tommy had brought up the ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend. (Billy wasn’t sure why Steve was surprised – those two had sexual chemistry that could light shit on fire.) So, Billy pulled back, he didn’t want to work with anger at someone else. If Steve had felt anger towards Billy, Billy could twist that into something more visceral, something baser. But Steve hadn’t, so Billy decided to wait. Billy decided to bide his time.

 Then things became truly fucked up.

 Billy had been out looking for Max on the orders of his dad, sporting a necklace of bruises, and a healthy dose of rage that simmered under his skin. He was focusing on tamping it down, trying to contain it, when he pulled up to the Byers’ place. Before he even got out of the car, he could see Max’s head peaking through the window, her orange hair glinting in the dim light.

 Then Billy saw Steve, looking resigned and rejected as always.

 “Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?” Billy drawled, letting the cigarette smoke curl out of his mouth, as he took Steve in. Steve didn’t even flinch.

 “Yeah, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants,” Steve replied, his tone lacking any kind of bite.

 Billy sauntered up, letting his rage flicker into something more physical, definitely something more like lust. He put a hand on Steve’s shoulder and said, “I won’t–”

 “Steve!” someone yelled as they come barreling out of the house, past him, and past Billy in three seconds flat. It was the curly haired kid – Billy couldn’t remember his name – and his face was covered in panic.

 “Dustin, I thought I–” Steve started to say, but is cut off.

 “Steve, we gotta go now. Like right now. Like should have left ten minutes ago now.”

 Steve sighed, long and drawn out. But the other kids had already come tumbling out of the house, herding him forward towards his car.

 Max stared at Billy, her eyes wide. “Look,” she muttered, “Billy, I can’t explain. But I have to help.”

 Billy glared at her and the other kids, taking in the organized chaos that shifted more towards chaos as the kids tried to pile into Steve’s car.

 “Fine,” he snapped, then he grabbed the keys from Steve’s loose grip. “I’m driving. Max, you tell me what’s going on.”

 Steve attempted to protest, but his words and tone were lackluster at best, like he’d slipped into some sort of apathy.

 “C’mon, Harrington,” Billy said, as he circled his hand around Steve’s wrist, “let’s go.” Billy maneuvered Steve into the passenger seat without any protest. He wondered what was going on in Steve’s head, why his eyes were so blank and empty. He dropped into a crouch in front of the open door and snapped his fingers in front of Steve’s unfocused gaze.

 “Huh,” Steve muttered, “I’m not a dog, Hargrove.”

 “Sure,” countered Billy, “But, man, you’re gone. I watched you disappear in the span of two minutes. What’s going on?”

 “Nothing,” Steve snapped, spinning to face the front.

 “Monsters,” yelled the curly-haired kid – Dustin – “we need to go now!”

 Monsters and tunnels were apparently the things plaguing Hawkins. Billy pieced together the fucked-up picture from the kids talking over each other. He kept making eye contact with Max in the rear-view mirror to confirm that this was, in fact, not a joke. She looked terrified enough that Billy decided the story must be true – or at least partially true.

 “Right,” said Billy, as he rummaged through Steve’s trunk to find some sort of weapon – a tire iron would do nicely – “all you kids stay here.”

 “What –”

 “No!”

 “Billy!”

 Billy stopped them all with his practiced glare. “Me and King Steve here will go check it out.”

 “Yep,” Steve said, twirling his bat, looking more awake than Billy had ever seen him. Maybe Steve was sporting a death wish. Maybe he was looking for that adrenaline high.

 “It’s toxic,” Dustin said, passing bandanas and goggles first to Billy and then to Steve. Billy took them and wondered how a bandana would save him from a poisonous atmosphere, but he put it on anyway and checked to make sure that Steve was doing the same.

 “You just need to distract them,” said the pinched-faced kid, who Billy thought was named Matt or Mick or Mike. “You need to give El time to close it.”

 “Uh huh,” said Billy, “let’s go, pretty boy, we gotta save a town. Or some shit.” But Steve had already walked to the hole in the ground and jumped in by the time Billy had finished talking. He rolled his eyes and jumped down after Steve.

 The tunnels were eery. The lighting was dim and diffuse, as if things couldn’t quite get into focus until they were right in front of your face. The vines – or whatever the fuck they were – shifted constantly, creating rustling noises that echoed through the enclosed space. The air felt heavy as if it weighed Billy down and stole his energy. It made goosebumps crawl up the back of Billy’s neck.

 “Well,” muttered Billy, “isn’t this a nice place.” He heard piercing screams in the distance and footsteps that sounded like they were coming closer.

 “C’mon,” said Steve, voice muffled under his bandana, “we gotta go this way.” He jerked his head back indicating a direction that Billy was pretty sure went the opposite way of the town, but he could tell that it would be incredibly easy to get lost in this maze. Billy picked up the can of gasoline that one of the kids had dropped down and headed after Steve, wondering if this was some sort of nightmare he was going to wake up from.

 “You alright, amigo?” Billy asked, after the silence had stretched out between them for a few minutes. He needed something to cover the squelching noises that the vines made every time he stepped on one. It made him think of intestines spilling out of some monstrous abdominal cavity. It caused his stomach to roll and bile to rise in the back of his throat.

 “We’re walking in some creepy tunnels, going to fight fucking monsters. We’re armed with a bat and a tire iron. What the fuck do you think, Hargrove? Are you alright?” Steve snapped, spinning around on his heel to face Billy.

 “I’m just peachy,” said Billy, grinning, even though he knew that Steve wouldn’t be able to see it. “I finally got to meet the King Steve everyone’s been talking about.” He gave Steve’s shoulder a little shove and Steve responded by balling his fist up in Billy’s shirt.

 “Do you think this a joke, man?” Steve spat out. “Can’t you take something seriously for once in your life?”

 “My whole fucking life is a joke,” Billy muttered, as he grabbed Steve’s wrist in an effort to pull him off. “I’m gonna die a fucking virgin in some toxic tunnels filled with demon dogs. And my dad will laugh at my funeral.”

 “What,” said Steve, stepping back. “What about all those girls I see you with?”

 “Just for show,” whispered Billy, heart pounding and stomach clenching, feeling more fear than when he’d dropped down into the tunnels. “Gotta keep up the image. Otherwise Neil will kill me. And he’ll still laugh at my funeral.”

 Steve dropped his hand and just stared at Billy. Billy couldn’t read his expression, just saw his brown eyes, obscured by goggles, flit up and down.

 “What,” said Billy, throwing his arms out, “you ain’t ever seen a fucking faggot before?”

 “You–” Steve started to say, but then his jerked his head back. “Billy, c’mon, they’re coming.” He grabbed Billy’s wrist and yanked him forward as Billy suddenly heard the approaching din balloon in volume.

 “Fuck,” Billy gasped out and took off after Steve. “How did they find us?” he panted out, as he caught up to Steve.

 “Oh, I dunno, maybe it was all the talking – you’re not exactly subtle.”

 “I’m not subtle? Amigo, I’m as subtle as they come.”

 Steve peeled around the corner and yelled over his shoulder, “Dude, you hit on me in the showers. At school. You were fucking naked. You don’t think I didn’t notice that?” Steve dropped his gaze to Billy’s crotch in an exaggerated gesture.

 Billy flushed. Yeah, that hadn’t been exactly inconspicuous.

 “That was one time,” Billy yelled back, as he stumbled over the vines and almost fell into Steve. Because Steve had stopped short. Because there was a pack of fucking monsters staring them down only twenty feet away.

 They were trapped.

 “Well. Shit,” said Billy, as he glanced over his shoulder to see the other pack closing in. “Am I going to die?” he forced out.

 “It would appear that way,” whispered Steve, as he backed against the wall, but jumped forward almost immediately as the vines shifted behind him.

 “Fuck it,” said Billy, dropping both the tire iron and can of gasoline. He wrenched down his bandana.

 “What are you doing?” Steve asked, as he put two hands on the bat, getting ready to swing at the monsters.

 “Being unsubtle,” responded Billy, as he yanked down Steve’s bandana. Then he leaned in and kissed him, trying to inject all the feelings of wanting, desire, fear, and hope into it. At first, Steve didn’t respond, but then he kissed Billy back, bringing one of his hands to cradle the back of Billy’s head. Billy licked his tongue across the seam of Steve’s lips and sighed when Steve opened to him. He let his hands move up and down Steve’s back, feeling the muscles shift beneath his fingertips.

 Steve jerked back, “Not now.”

 “We’re gonna die, seems as good a time as any,” muttered Billy, leaning forward, trying to catch Steve’s lips in another kiss.

 Steve shook his head, pulled up his bandana, and then pulled up Billy’s. He dropped down in a crouch and eyed both packs. Then he picked up the tire iron and tipped over the can of gasoline, letting it spill down the tunnel.

 “I’m gonna light this,” said Steve, softly, “and then we’re gonna run that way. There’s fewer of them. Are you ready?”

 “No.”

 “Too fucking bad. Run!”

 Steve dropped his lighter and the gas whooshed into flame. Then he grabbed Billy and took off towards the smaller group. Billy started swinging as soon as they were in range, but one of the monsters took a huge gouge out of his thigh and another locked onto his forearm. He gritted his teeth and tried to fight against the pain. His managed to shake the monster off his arm, but blood was pouring out of both wounds. He dropped to all fours, hoping that his death would be quick, but fearing that it wouldn’t be. Then Steve was wrapping an arm around his middle, trying to pull him up.

 “Why,” Steve gasped out, swinging the bat to knock another monster away, “are you so fucking heavy?”

 “’m not,” slurred Billy, as he tried to get to his feet. The tunnel was filled with smoke, further decreasing visibility. And then all the monsters took off, running down the tunnel as if they’d been summoned.

 “What the fuck?” Steve said, as he finally got Billy standing.

 Billy surveyed Steve, he didn’t seem to be hurt too badly, just scratches on his arms and legs.

 “C’mon, we gotta go.” Steve pulled on Billy’s arm, trying to get him moving.

 Billy took a few shuffling steps forward. “I don’t think I can make it.”

 “Bullshit,” said Steve, “don’t tell me after all the shit you’ve been through in your joke of a life that some teeny tiny flesh wounds are gonna stop you now.”

 “And what if they are,” Billy forced out as he took a few more steps.

 “Then there was really no point in kissing me,” Steve said, throwing Billy’s arm over his shoulder to take some of Billy’s weight off his injured leg. They took a few more steps, but the blood was still streaming out of the wound on Billy’s thigh.

 “Hang on,” Steve said, as he ripped off his jacket and dropped down in front of Billy. And wasn’t that a heady vision – Steve on his knees in front of him. Billy would have liked it more if he could’ve seen Steve’s face, but by the time that thought had crossed his brain, Steve had finished tying the makeshift bandage around Billy’s thigh.

 “Let’s go.” Steve got Billy’s arm over his shoulder, put his arm around Billy’s waist, and they started their awkward shuffle run down the tunnels.

 Billy heard the kids before he saw them. They were leaning down into the hole, yelling their heads off for Billy and Steve to hurry up. One of them had found a rope, which was good, because as they got closer to the opening, Billy was sure they wouldn’t be able to climb out.

 “Guys,” snapped Steve, “he’s gonna need some help. I’m gonna boost him, you guys try to grab him.”

 “I’m fine,” countered Billy, as a he reached for the rope with his injured arm. His fingers wouldn’t close around it, he couldn’t maintain a good grip.

 “Billy,” Steve said, “you’re going to have to use your legs and it’s gonna fucking hurt. But if you don’t, there’s no way you’re gonna get outta here.” Then he clasped his fingers together so Billy could step in the bucket of his intertwined hands.

 Billy did as he was told. Steve was able to lift him higher than Billy would have gotten if he’d taken a running leap it. He clung to the rope as he tried to shimmy up it. He could feel hands grasping at his shoulders, trying to pull him up. Then he saw Steve on the rope below him, trying to give him something to push off of. And, finally, Billy was able to throw himself out of the hole, with Max pulling on the shoulders of his jacket so he wouldn’t slide back down.

 He saw Steve’s very tired face, but something surprisingly animated given how blank those eyes had been earlier. Then he saw nothing but darkness as he passed out.

   “Billy, you’re at the Byers’, we’ve patched you up. Max said you probably wouldn’t want to go to the hospital,” Steve said, as his face swam into view.

 Billy blinked a few times to clear the haze. His throat was dry; he swallowed a few times and then Steve was there, passing him a glass of water. Billy sat up and looked himself over – both his arm and leg were wrapped in a clean, white bandages. And he wasn’t wearing pants. A blanket was draped over his lap and Billy wondered who had undressed him.

 “You always go commando, or is that for special occasions?” Steve asked, as he sat back on the coffee table, next to the couch that Billy was lying on.

 “Special occasions,” countered Billy, his voice was rough as if he’d been asleep for awhile.

 “Yeah?” said Steve, raising his eyebrows and leaning forward, dropping his elbows to his knees. “Don’t worry, it was only me that saw you.”

 “I dunno if that makes me feel better or worse,” muttered Billy, closing his eyes as he slumped back down.

 “That depends on if you want to kiss me again or not.”

 “Always want to kiss you,” Billy slurred out, as exhaustion began to take hold. He cracked open his eyes to stare at Steve. “Do you want me to?”

 Steve leaned forward, eyes twinkling with amusement and… something that looked like affection, “Yes,” he whispered.

 And Billy drifted off feeling the ghost of Steve’s lips against his own.

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[definitelynottony]

Hi! Could you do prompts #20 and #43??? :)

Of course! This definitely turned into something way longer than I thought it would have lol. The whole story is kind of Billy's way of comforting Steve after their fight but then I added a little bit more at the end to really imply the prompt. Hope you enjoy it! 

#20: "How the fuck do you keep getting in my house?"

#43: comfort after a fight

Steve suddenly woke from yet another good dream turned bad. Body hot and slick from sweat, not sure if that's from the good part or the bad parts though. He even left his bat by his bed tonight for some comfort but it didn't help. Maybe it's due to the fact that he had that fight with Nance today? Or cause the kids have been talking about all that D&D crap lately? Or possibly, probably, it's definitely Billy's fault. 

Billy Hargrove, god seriously even thinking about him right now sends a chill through Steve. A hurricane in his gut, sets a fire loose in his veins. What he would do if he was here right now, the asshole.

They had that fight only a couple months back now, in November. Ever since then Billy had been, well… Let's just say entirely too friendly. The entire thing left Steve with whiplash. Steve never knew what he was going to get. Some days Billy would ignore him, which would have been fine with Steve. Especially considering he had to get stitches from that damn plate to his head. But it was the other days that got him, those days where Billy would just watch him. Or when he'd corner him when he was alone, in the locker room or in the parking lot. The first time it was to apologize. Whether it was a bat almost crushing his balls or a miraculous change of heart, Billy did apologize to Steve for that night. Said something along the lines of:

"It wasn't anything personal Harrington. I was angry to begin with and you were a pretty punching bag. When you hit back and I saw that fire in ya I- I just got carried away. Okay. I'm sorry, alright?" 

Needless to say Steve was so taken aback from the whole outburst that he basically just nodded in understanding. I mean the guy apologized, right? That's what Steve was waiting for (wasn't holding his breath but hopeful?) Plus he sort of just like...complimented him in a weird roundabout way so, yeah. That was that. There was no further discussion, no let's shake hands or let's be friends from now on. Just radio silence for a solid week afterwards.

But then it started, Billy that is. Billy started this new game of cat and mouse, hot and cold. Whatever you want to call it. He drove Steve bonkers with it. In the beginning he waited until he was alone and just started talking. Like they were friends?

"Good game Harrington. You're jump shots were fire today. And your defense game, you're finally planting your feet huh?." 

"Uh. Yeah, thanks man. You too I guess, good game." 

And that chatter slowly turned into Billy finding him in the hallway:

"Yo Harrington, you dropped this."

"Oh, thanks. Uh, wait this isn't mi-" 

Billy had left before Steve finished. Billy handed him a folded note, 'Under bleachers. 1:15'. Steve read it a few times with furrowed brows. This was either the part where Billy finishes the job and kills him or… well Steve didn't have an alternative but at 1:10 he made his way outside to the bleachers. It was his free period so it was either catching up on homework or quenching his curiosity. 

"So why exactly am I here?" Steve confronted Billy who was sitting stretch out smoking. He didn't respond to the brunette, just smirked and held out the joint. Steve starred between the roll and Billy but he shrugged and sat beside him and took it.

"I seriously don't get you Hargrove." 

"Nothing to get man. Told ya it was nothing personal." 

"Yeah but even before that shit you were like, I don't know, hassling me." 

"Cause you're fun to mess with princess. You make it too easy man. And the way your face gets, and your eyes get all wide. The shit was priceless pretty boy." 

Steve passed the joint back, 

"Whatever man. Fuck you." 

"That a threat or are you offering Harrington?" 

Steve choked on the smoke, eyes like saucers staring at Billy. The blonde smirked with sharp teeth before laughing, 

"See, too easy." 

"Yeah, no, fuck off man." But Steve kind of laughed too, not that he would admit it. Billy knocked into his shoulder before passing the joint back. 

Then that sort of became their thing. Billy would toss his head to Steve in passing or he would stop him and just tease him or compliment him. But that bitterness, the bite that was there before the showdown wasn't there. It was like a completely different person. Or more like Billy was the same person, he just stopped being an ass to Steve. Cause to everyone else, especially Tommy, he was still that brash jerk. 

"Hey Harrington! Think with all daddy's money you could just pay people to be your friends instead of being Wheeler's and Byers' little bitch." Tommy H. taunted. 

"Seriously Tommy, shut the fuck up." Steve flipped him off trying to walk away from the whole situation. 

"Hey Hall! You'd think with a mother like yours you'd have a bigger dick, but I guess you'll just never be half the man she is." 

Billy joined Steve's side. That little comment earned him a crowd's worth of 'oo's' and snickers from their peers. Tommy flipped Billy off and tucked his tail. More importantly it earned Billy a smirk and side glance from Steve. 

"You didn't have to do that. I know you and Tommy were friends or whatever." Steve stopped when they reached the BMW. 

"Didn't do nothing pretty boy. Plus Tommy and I were never friends. Can barely stand that guy man. You, you and me are friends." Billy stated as if he was saying 'the sky is blue' or 'water is wet'. So matter of fact that Steve almost believed him. 

"We're not friends though?" 

"Wow Stevie, you wound me. I share with you my weed and defend your honor, let you copy my homework and you just toss me aside like the broccoli they give you with Chinese take out." 

That sarcasm earned Billy a full on laugh, and it was beautiful. Steve bit his smile back and just shook his head. 

"You're actually crazy Hargrove." 

"And you're actually gorgeous Harrington." 

Steve blinked waiting for the punchline but Billy just kept smirking that sharp grin, licked his lips and Steve totally watched as he did it. 

"What…?" 

"Thought we were just stating facts amigo." 

"Oh, uh… you- you're not so bad yourself? I guess?" Steve floundered but Billy seemed to take it in stride. 

"Come on princess. Take me back to your place and I'll ignore your horrible compliment skills and share more of my weed with you." 

Billy invited himself and got into Steve's car.

So he guess they were friends now? 

Fast forward two months to the present day Steve, sweating and huffing out of a bad dream. A dream that started with him making out nice as can be with his lover, that turned to Nancy yelling at him for being with said lover to Nancy and his boyfriend getting eaten by demidogs. He woke out of  the nightmare but it's a bang from downstairs that actually woke him up. So he grabs the nail bat and heads down the staircase. He'd probably be more hesitant if he didn't already have a hunch as to what the noise was, or more appropriately who was making it.

"That you Hargrove?" Steve squinted his eyes in the darkness of his kitchen before switching on the light.

"Yeah it's me pretty boy, don't cream your pants."

"Dude, I could have killed you." 

"Yeah, you say that every time man. But, like, your catchphrase is getting kind of old fast especially since you haven't actually killed me yet." 

"Well maybe if you stopped sneaking into my damn house I wouldn't have to keep saying it! This is like the fifth time Billy! How the fuck do you keep getting in my house?"

"It really ain't that hard princess. Those locks on the windows ain't much ya'know. Just takes a pocket knife and some lean muscles." 

"You're serious? You know you're literally confessing to breaking and entering." 

"Didn't break anything." 

"What was that bang then?" 

"That was your care package." 

"Care- what? Billy why did you bring me a fucking care package at two in the morning?" Steve asked with little patience. 

"Jesus. I just wanted to be a good fucking boyfriend and comfort you man. Heard you and Wheeler had a fight earlier at lunch. Figured you'd be all bent out of shape about it." 

And they might have only been together for a month now but Billy seems to get Steve so well. He sighed before leaning the bat against the wall. 

"So what did you bring me?" He grinned crowding into Billy's space. Billy wrapped his arms around Steve's trimmed waist. 

"Me, I'm your care package." 

"God, I need to get better locks." Steve groaned into Billy shoulder.

"Or you can just give me some keys." 

"Not happening Hargrove." He lifted his head just to roll his eyes at the blonde.

"What, you don't trust me? That's-" 

"Do you ever stop talking?" 

"Mmm- make me princess." 

"I thought you said you came here to make me feel better." 

"Oh I am. I'm gonna make you feel so good baby." 

Billy growled low, that heat resettled into Steve's body. It hypnotized Steve, forced him to surge into a heated kiss that Billy instantly returned.

"Well what are you waiting for? You know the way around Hargrove."

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[hunnywrites]

Arcade Dreams: Chapter Fourteen

Summary: There’s a new girl working at the Palace Arcade and Hawkins’ Family Video. Billy can’t stand her, and the feeling is mutual. No matter what everyone else seems to think.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/OFC

A/N: Alright so it turns out writing about Billy having feelings other than angst is pretty tough. But you know, we’re finally making progress on the romance front. Enjoy!

Teddi ended up chickening out over calling about the apartment. It had been about a week or so since Hopper had come into the video store, and the idea of living off on her own was still constantly on her mind. If only she could just make herself call. Instead she could only trace the phone number that she had written on the back of one of her notebooks. She hadn’t brought it up with Billy either. He would’ve been supportive of the idea, Teddi knew he would. She didn’t have any siblings to worry about like he did. No strings tying her to her family. And she could already practically hear him joking about her apartment being the new party spot. Like she’d let that happen. But there was this part of her that worried that he might think the whole thing was stupid. That he might tell her she was running from her problems or being a baby. So for now she would keep it to herself. 

Now Teddi was in the library during her free period, mindlessly tracing that same phone number as she chewed on her lip. Initially she’d decided to use her free period to finish up on some homework before she had to go to work, but her mind was much, much too busy to focus on any math homework she had. In fact, she was so spaced out that she didn’t even notice that someone was walking up behind her. 

“What’s that?” Teddi jumped at the sound of Steve’s voice. 

She held a hand to her chest, glaring up at him as he pulled the seat across from her out and plopped down. “It’s nothing.” she said a little too quickly. 

Steve raised an eyebrow. “...That definitely doesn’t sound suspicious,” he grinned. “Come on, Ted. It’s me, Steve, you can tell me. You got a boyfriend you’re keeping a secret or something?” 

Teddi rolled her eyes. “Nothing so scandalous,” she joked. She supposed there was no real harm in telling Steve. He was a much more impartial party compared to Billy. “...You know that apartment building you told me about at the New Year’s party? The one out by the steel mill? I’ve kinda been thinking of moving there. Like getting out on my own and all.” she eyed Steve nervously while she waited for his reaction.

“Pfft, I sure wish I could move out,” was all he said. “My old man’s constantly down my neck about what I’m gonna do after school. Like I’m supposed to have any idea.” he scoffed. 

Teddi let out a small breath of relief and smiled. “You don’t have any colleges lined up?”

“Uh, well I was trying to pick out a few to apply to...but then I couldn’t really decide on any...and then I kinda missed all the deadlines to apply,” he nodded, flashing a sheepish grin. “What about you? I mean, you’ve gotta have schools trying to kick down your door, right?”

College. That was another subject that Teddi wanted to avoid. She’d been busting her ass working two jobs and making sure her grades were nothing short of amazing so that she could make sure to get into a good school...but there wasn’t really anything she dreaded more. And she was completely aware that it didn’t make a lick of sense. “Well, actually I got into NYU which was like...my dream school...but I don’t really know if I’m gonna go if I’m completely honest.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot upwards and he grinned. “Wait, what? Teddi, that’s amazing! Why wouldn’t you want to go there? I’m pretty sure Johnathan Byers would kill you just to take your place.” 

Teddi let out a snort before shrugging. “I don’t know...I know it sounds dumb. Trust me. I’ve just been wondering lately if I actually want to go to college or if I’m just doing it because it’s what people our age are supposed to do, you know? Or if it’s just like an excuse for me to get out on my own. And I feel like I finally have actual friends here now and I’m up and leaving. It kinda bums me out.” there was also the added fact that she had absolutely no idea what she would major in. She didn’t like admitting to people that her life wasn’t as put together as they might think. 

Steve shot Teddi a knowing look before leaning forwards. “Please tell me this isn’t about Billy Hargrove.”

Teddi scoffed, sinking down in her seat. “Oh please, Steve.” sure Billy was part of it. Of course he was part of it. Teddi was as close with Billy as she was with Steve, maybe even more so now. Which was ironic since they had been sort of mortal enemies, but it wasn’t solely about him. 

“What’s the deal with him anyways? You can’t honestly be falling for this whole ‘nice guy’ act he’s been pulling lately, can you?” Teddi could definitely understand Steve’s skepticism. After all, he was the guy that Billy had beaten unconscious just four months ago. At the same time though Teddi had a hard time imagining that the Billy she knew now could ever do something like that. 

“Look, I know that he’s not exactly Mr. Rogers,” Teddi said. Steve let out a snort. “But he’s really a lot different now. It’s like a 180...well, maybe more like a 150. We’re not completely there yet. I think if you two can get over your weird alpha male thing you have going you could probably even be friends,” Steve only shot her a disbelieving look. “If I can be friends with him then so can you. You’re friends with Johnathan Byers now, aren’t you?” 

Steve held up his hands. “Yeah, yeah. Look, I’ll take your word for it. I mean I don’t think me and him are gonna be hanging out any time soon...I just want you to be careful. If Billy really is trying to not be such a shit head then great. But just...keep an eye out.”

Teddi would be lying if she said she didn’t have her own reservations about Billy’s behavior. There was this tiny part of her that wondered if maybe it was all some sort of an act. Like Billy might be pretending to be a genuinely nice guy to get in her pants. But she always brushed it off. She wanted to have more faith in him than that. And she definitely wasn’t going to voice her paranoia out loud. “Yes, mother hen.” was all she said instead, grinning at Steve. 

Steve rolled his eyes. “Cute. Really cute. Hey, do you have the notes from history?” 

“You mean you didn’t take any?” Teddi asked with a smile as she started to search through her backpack for her notes. 

“...Oh, totally. I just wanted to compare them with mine.”

Teddi let out a snort. “Uh-huh...shit. I don’t have my binder. I think I left it in my gym locker. I’ll be right back, okay?” Steve threw her a thumbs up before Teddi rushed out of the library.

---

Billy usually liked to spend his free period in the gym. It always got quiet after gym class ended, and maybe aside from a few girls that liked to sit on the bleachers while he practiced his free throws no one really bothered him. Teddi had asked if he wanted to join her in the library while she finished up some homework. He’d said that he’d rather chew off his own foot than voluntarily step foot in the school library. 

There was also the fact that there was something that was bothering her and she actually seemed to think she could hide it from him. Teddi was somewhat of a shitty liar. Or at least he was really good at seeing through it when she lied. He wasn’t really sure which it was. Probably the latter. The bigger issue was that he had asked if there was something going on and she kept lying. So he had dropped the issue. But he also definitely didn’t want to sit around for a whole hour while she dodged his questions and acted like everything was perfect and told him to stop being so pouty. 

“Billy!” someone called just as he gracefully tossed the basketball into the basket. Billy turned, trying his very hardest not to roll his eyes when he spotted Cheryl leaning up against the bleachers. The small group of girls sitting a few feet away didn’t bother to hide the dirty looks they were shooting in her direction. 

He had been trying to avoid her for the last week or so. Teddi had been right; Cheryl Burns made him downright miserable. But ignoring a girl like Cheryl was proving to be pretty difficult. She didn’t really like to take no for an answer. Which he found pretty annoying. Just two days ago he had turned her down for a night out at the drive in, and yet there she was wagging those long, red nails at him beckoning him over like it had never happened. 

Billy let out a soft huff and jogged over to her, nodding once at her. He wasn’t going to try and charm her like he did with every other girl he spoke to. It would just give her the wrong idea. Cheryl bit her bottom lip, smiling up at him as she batted her eyelashes at him. “You busy?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. Her hands rested just barely at his sides.

Billy looked at her and back out to the basketball court. “...What does it look like to you, Cheryl?” 

She playfully rolled her eyes. “I need to talk to you for a sec.” she reached out and took one of Billy’s hands in hers and pulled him towards her.

He pulled away. “Can we do this some other time? Like I said, I’m busy.” 

Cheryl definitely wasn’t the sort of girl that got turned down often. Billy wouldn’t really be surprised to find out he was the first to do so. There was a moment where the sweet, seductive look Cheryl was giving him turned into one of annoyance and he hoped that it meant she would throw a fit and stomp out of the gym and leave him alone. 

He wasn’t so lucky. “And I said that I need to talk to you.” she nearly spat through her teeth. 

Billy rolled his eyes. “Fine. Talk.”

The seductive smile was back just as fast as it had disappeared. Cheryl happily took his hand in hers once again and pulled him out of the gym and into the hall. Whatever it was that she had to say, she clearly didn’t want to do it in front of an audience. She lead him two doors down to the girl’s locker room. Cheryl did a quick scan of the room to make sure they were alone before she spun around, giving Billy a soft shove against a row of one of the lockers and kissing him roughly.

Billy’s hands instinctively went to Cheryl’s waist before his conscience (which he was annoyed to realize seemed to sound a lot like Teddi’s voice) told him to stop. His hands moved to Cheryl’s shoulders and he pushed her away gently. He smirked down at her, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you said you wanted to talk?” 

Cheryl blinked up at him innocently, or as innocently as a girl like Cheryl could manage, and ran her hands down his bare chest before resting on his stomach. “Did I say that?” she all but giggled. Billy supposed he should have seen this coming. It was definitely a trick he would try to pull. He knew that he needed to get out before he did something he’d regret later. He was pissed at Cheryl. He didn’t even like Cheryl. So why was he sticking around? Christ, he thought, don’t pull on that thread. 

“Cheryl, if you want someone to fool around with how ‘bout you go find that moron Brian Jean?” he asked with an expectant look. After Christmas break ended Billy had offered to kick the shit out Brian for ditching Teddi to hook up with Cheryl at David’s party. Teddi had practically forbidden him, but that didn’t mean Billy wasn’t allowed to fuck with him. And he definitely hadn’t missed the pleased look on Teddi’s face a few days earlier when Billy “accidentally” happened to brush his keys down the entire side of Brian’s shitty little Chevette.  

Cheryl rolled her eyes. “Are you honestly still mad about that? That was forever ago, Billy. I didn’t even think you’d care,” Yeah, that’s the problem, he thought with a scoff. Cheryl hands snaked around his neck, pulling him down closer to her. “Come on, Billy, let me make it up to you.” she purred. Billy liked to think of himself as a strong guy. That he wasn’t swayed easily no matter what the situation was. But as annoying as he found Cheryl Burns, there was something about her that seemed to short circuit his brain. The shorter, more simple answer was that it was probably because she looked like the girls in his Playboys.

Everything after that was sort of a blur. He wasn’t sure how long he had been there with Cheryl. The bell hadn’t rung yet. That was really all he was able to discern. Billy had turned the pair of them around, pushing Cheryl’s back up against the lockers. His hands had a firm grip on her ass while her hands were tangled in his hair, her long tails scratching gently at his scalp. He hadn’t really thought much of the situation until he heard the locker room door open and a very familiar voice say “Oh, jeez. Sorry. Jeez. Uh I just…my locker…”

Billy spun around. Teddi was standing by the door with a hand over her eyes. He felt his stomach drop. Cheryl scoffed. “Can we help you?” she asked, glaring daggers at Teddi. 

“I, uh, gotta get something out of my locker is all...and then go and die from embarrassment.” she muttered. Teddi rushed passed Billy and Cheryl and disappeared for a moment. Billy heard her locker open and close before Teddi nearly bolted out of the room. He quickly followed after her, ignoring Cheryl’s protests. 

“Teddi! Teddi, can you fucking slow down?” he called, jogging to catch up with her quick strides. He grabbed her arm to stop her and spun her around to face him. She refused to make eye contact with him. He wanted to say something. His brain was screaming at him to say something to her. But he couldn’t seem to get anything out. “...I’m sorry.” was all he could manage.

Teddi still wouldn’t look him in the eyes. “Sorry?” she still sounded surprised to hear him use that word. “What’s there for you sorry about?”

“I mean…” he turned and gestured back towards the locker room awkwardly. “What just happened. Cheryl said she wanted to talk and then all the sudden-” all the sudden what? He asked himself. Teddi caught you fooling around with the same girl you said you were gonna stop fooling around with? Idiot. 

“You really don’t have to apologize. Really. I just needed some history notes. I’ll see you around, okay?” Billy didn’t think he’d ever seen Teddi so frazzled before. Everything about her at that moment was so unlike the Teddi he knew. He was a little surprised she didn’t give him an earful about how he needs to stop seeing Cheryl and leading her on. Now it just seemed like she would rather be anywhere that wasn’t near him. His jaw set firmly. “Don’t do that.” he didn’t let go of her arm.

“Don’t do what?” she asked with a loud sigh.

“Don’t act like nothing happened. Where’s the lecture?” he asked, leaning down so his eyes would meet hers. “You don’t have anything to say to me? No matters of the flesh comments?” he hated how angry he sounded. He was angry with himself, not Teddi. 

“Billy…” Teddi’s eyes were pleading. He felt bad all over again. He dropped her arm quickly as if it had burned him. “...I’ll see you later.” she muttered. All he could really do now was helplessly watch as Teddi nearly ran down the hall and away from him and the locker room. 

“God, what is taking you so long?” Billy’s hands clenched into fists at the sound of Cheryl’s voice. He whirled around to see her poking her head out of the locker room. “Are you coming back in here or what?” 

“Fuck off, Cheryl.” he spat, stomping past her and back to the gym. This whole being nice thing was definitely stressing him out more than he expected it to. He actually felt embarrassed. Embarrassed that he had been caught doing something so completely stupid. Embarrassed that he cared so much about how upset Teddi seemed by the whole thing. And it was definitely embarrassing to admit to himself that he knew why he cared so much. It wasn’t a secret that he was into Teddi. He definitely hit on her enough. But it was a little more than that. 

He couldn’t even say the words in his mind. That he liked Teddi. Something like that seemed so pathetic to say out loud. Not to mention it would get him nowhere. Teddi had turned him down enough times to know he didn’t stand a chance with her. Still, the feeling he’d gotten when he saw that she’d walked in on him and Cheryl was that same feeling he’d had when he’d walked into the Palace Arcade before New Year’s and saw Teddi talking to Steve. 

It made that familiar anger bubble inside of him, but in a different way. He was angry at himself. He felt pathetic. Practically pining over some girl. Maybe that was part of why he kept Cheryl hanging on. She was a way to momentarily forget about any sort of feelings he might have. Which was also pretty pathetic. 

There was also the option of just saying something. To stop acting like such a little bitch about it. Yeah, he thought with a scoff, I think I’d rather let Max hit me in the dick with that bat than do that. He shoved the gym door open and grabbed his bag before heading back to the locker room for a shower. At the very least they’d have to talk about this. He completely dreaded the idea. He was sure Teddi was dreading it too. But this whole ignoring each other any time shit got tough thing was getting old. 

But he underestimated Teddi. When she didn’t want to talk to someone, she meant it. He hadn’t seen even a glimpse of her for the rest of the day. He’d even skipped out on his last period early to catch her in the parking lot. When he got there her van was already gone. When he dropped Max off at the arcade he asked Keith if she was around, and he’d said she was off on her break. Billy still wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth or covering for her. 

He felt a little panicked then. Like finally he had gone and really fucked up. Maybe now Teddi wouldn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Maybe he had gone and chased off the one friend he had in Hawkins. To say he was angry with himself was an understatement. He thought about calling, but quickly brushed the idea aside. He’d give her her space. She’d come to him when she was ready to talk. The only problem now was trying not to go absolutely insane while he waited for that to happen. 

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove x oc

[insideoutstory]

Inside Out → Chapter Six

summary: Christine is still hoping everything with Nancy and Steve will blow over. She couldn’t be more wrong. word count: 4.7k warnings: Teen Angst™ [ masterlist ]   [ FF.net ]

“And in Roane County, the search for Will Byers has developed into a full-fledged investigation. The twelve-year-old boy was reported missing by his family yesterday morning, and the Hawkins Police Force has been organizing search parties throughout the night. Police have yet to release an official statement of their findings, though one bystander told reporters they saw two officers exiting the woods with a child’s bike sometime late afternoon. For more on this story, we…” 

Christine turned off the television with more force than was necessary. It hadn’t truly processed until she’d woken up the next morning. A kid gone missing in a small town like Hawkins. A kid that she knew—knew well enough anyway. She’d watched Will play Dungeons and Dragons with his friends, raced him home with Dustin, snuck him extra candy when he went to the movies with his mom. The news ran stories about missing kids all the time, and sure it was sad, but it had never really affected her. Now just seeing Will’s picture, smiling without care or worry, made her stomach feel a bit queasy. 

She collected her school things earlier than usual, going to knock on the Henderson’s door. 

“Come in!” Mrs. Henderson was already bustling around the front room, her coat on and her car keys in hand. “Oh, there you are, Christine. Thank you so much for doing this.” 

“No problem, Claudia. Where’s Dustin?” 

“He should be out in a minute. Dusty! Christine is waiting for you! Let’s go!” 

“I KNOW! I’m MOVING!” 

“Heading into work early?” Christine asked, watching Mrs. Henderson slip on her shoes. 

“Yes. I’m hoping to sneak out a few minutes early and head down to the station to help with the search party. Now, Dustin’s going to the Wheelers’ after school—they were all so insistent on those radios—so you don’t have to worry about bringing him home. I do want you to be careful though. Maybe you could go with them and spend some time with Nancy?” 

“Uh, yeah, I’ll figure something out,” Christine said airily. “I might go down to the station myself. It feels kind of weird sitting at home with everything that’s going on.” 

“Oh, alright. Just be careful. Please!” 

Dustin came bursting out of the hallway, tripping over himself as he rushed for the door. 

“Come on, people! Let’s move it! I don’t wanna be late! Love you, Mom! See you later! Chop chop, Christine!”

Christine shared a dubious look with Mrs. Henderson, but followed Dustin out into the driveway. “What’s got you in such a tizzy?” 

“My education, Christine. Sorry for thinking school is important.” 

The statement was punctuated with a sneeze so powerful that Dustin nearly knocked himself over. Christine raised an eyebrow. 

“Bless you.” 

“Thanks.” 

They started off toward the middle school, moving faster than they normally would have. Dustin wasn’t looping around at the corners to wait for her anymore, and more than once he completely blew through a stop sign. She didn’t comment at first, but after he hydroplaned through a giant puddle and nearly lost control, she had to put the proverbial brakes on. 

“Alright, what the hell is going on with you?” she demanded, pulling up on his right. “You have got to slow down, Dust.” 

“No can do. Gotta get to school.” 

“What is so important that you can’t stop at a stop sign?” 

“Learning!” he insisted. Dustin sneezed again, his bike veering dangerously as he fought to recover. “And I’ve gotta talk to Mike and Lucas. Party meeting. Confidential.” 

“Uh-huh.” She narrowed her eyes at him, unimpressed. “You went out last night, didn’t you?” 

“What? No! That’s crazy! Why would you say something like that?” 

“Because you lie like your pants are in a permanent state of combustion.” 

Dustin turned to her with a wide grin. “That was a good one.” 

“Thank you. Did you sneak out last night?” 

“Yeah,” he said reluctantly, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “And it was raining. And now I’m sick.” 

“Not to be an asshole, but you kind of earned it.” 

“Are you gonna tell my mom?” 

“Depends,” said Christine with a steady glare. “Are you going out again tonight?” 

“I don’t know. Maybe.” 

“Then I don’t know. Maybe I will.” 

For a few blocks, they biked in silence. Dustin kept his eyes forward, pouting at the ground. Christine wanted to stand her ground, leave her disciplinary action to stand on its own. But it was always uncomfortable when Dustin went quiet. She didn’t like seeing him upset. 

“Did you find anything?” she prodded. “When you went investigating?” 

“Nothing that will help us find Will,” he said, defeated. 

“Anything interesting?” 

“Do you think there are really crazy people at Pennhurst?” 

“I—What?” Christine blinked. “Pennhurst?” 

“Yeah, the asylum in Kerley County. Lucas says there’s a lot of psychos there. Like, Michael Myers psychos.” 

She stared at him, trying to gauge whether or not he was serious. “You think Michael Myers took Will?” 

“Don’t be stupid, Christine,” he complained. “If Michael Myers got to Will, we would have found his body by now. This is a completely separate conversation.” 

“Okay, uh… Do I think there are crazy people in the mental facility in Kerley County? Yeah, I think there are probably a few.” 

“Nuts,” said Dustin, shaking his head. 

Nothing more was said of the subject. 

Christine dropped Dustin off at the front doors to the middle school, staying to watch him park his bike and double check his backpack for his books. She grabbed him by the arm before he headed inside, forcing him to face her. 

“Listen. I know you want to find Will. But you can’t just go running around after dark when nobody knows where you are. That’s exactly how Will got lost in the first place.” 

“I know,” he said sheepishly. “But the party can’t abandon him. What if he needs us?” 

“Then you should probably be taking care of yourself, shouldn’t you?” She ruffled his curls, and sighed. “I know you’re probably not gonna listen to me. But seriously, Dust. If you guys decide to go out looking for Will, tell me, okay? I don’t want you out there alone.” 

Dustin finally looked up at her, a small smile showing the gap at his gums. “You’ll come with us?” 

“We’ll see. But you have to be honest with me.” 

“Okay. Promise.” 

“Good. Now get going.” 

She shoved his shoulder lightly, pushing him toward the building. He waved as he hopped up the steps, but Christine waited until he was safely inside before turning around and heading for the high school. 

In retrospect, she probably should have left earlier. The high school parking lot was almost empty when she got there—full of cars, but devoid of people. The warning bell rang inside, and Christine cursed under her breath. She was late. 

She stashed her bike, fumbling with her backpack as she sifted through the contents. She wouldn’t have time to stop at her locker, but she had most of her morning assignments with her. Some of the textbooks she might be able to share, and she could always write notes in a different notebook and just transfer...

“Ouch!” 

A collision knocked Christine off her feet, and she just barely avoided toppling to the pavement. A hand grabbed her arm to steady her, then released her almost immediately. 

“Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean—…” 

“Jonathan, hey.” Christine gripped the bike rack, rolling her ankle around until she was sure she could put weight on it. “Sorry, that was my fault. I’m late so…shit.” 

Christine looked at the ground, where thirty or forty flyers were scattered around. Will’s face stared up at her, the same picture they were using on the news. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.” She bent down to help him, grabbing franticly at everything in her reach before the wind could pick up. “Sorry, uh, here…” 

“Not, it’s cool, uh…thanks.” 

He stood up, not meeting her eye as he straightened the pile of flyers in his arms. Christine straightened the books in her backpack, and shuffled her feet. They stood there until the final bell rang inside, jolting them both. 

“Sorry I made you late,” he offered. 

“Oh no, not you. I took Dustin all the way to school this morning, so I was already doomed.” 

Jonathan nodded. “Yeah, that’s—that was probably a good idea.” 

“You skipping again today?” 

“Yeah. My mom kinda needs me at home and the police still have a bunch of questions and stuff, so…” 

“Hey, do…do you wanna give me some of the flyers?” she asked, gesturing at the stack. “I could put some up around school, maybe go down to the shops later. If you wanted some help.” 

“That’d be great, actually, yeah.” He nodded, peeling off a few and handing them to her. “Thanks, Christine.” 

“Yeah, you got it.” Christine nodded, fiddling with the strap of her bag. “If there’s anything else I can do, let me know. I know all the boys are…well, Dustin’s freaked. But Will’s probably the smartest of all of them. So, if you need anything…or your mom or something…” 

“Thanks,” he said again. “Yeah, I—I will.” 

“Cool.” She nodded again, backing away toward the school. “I’ll see you around. Uh…hang in there.” 

She quickly ducked through the double doors, speed-walking toward homeroom. She scrunched up her face, wiggling her nose in an effort to shake the awkwardness that was clinging to her like a cobweb. She’d always kind of known Jonathan Byers, but they were a far cry from friends. And she felt for him, she did. But her morning definitely could have gone without that painful interaction. 

“Miss Walcott,” Ms. Snider greeted, pausing in her announcements as Christine slunk into the room. “Glad you finally decided to arrive.” 

“Sorry, Ms. Snider. Just trying to pitch in.” 

She held up the stack of flyers, and the woman’s face immediately softened. “Alright, well try and keep it between classes next time.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

She hurried to her seat, waving off Barb and Nancy’s concerned glances. 

“Pitching in?” Barb echoed once they were all safely in the hallway. 

“It worked, didn’t it?” Christine picked out a poster, taking it up on a corkboard as they passed. “Free hall pass.” 

“Real classy,” said Nancy dryly. 

“Hey, I’m worried about Will. We all are. Besides, makes me feel better about my whole stinted conversation with Byers.” 

“Is that why you were late?” asked Barb. 

“Nah. Ferrying Dustin to school, just making sure he got in okay.” 

“I still don’t get why you don’t just make it official and actually babysit him,” she said, shaking her head. “I mean, with the amount of time you spend over there, you could make serious bank on that kid.” 

“Well maybe I just like pitching in,” Christine replied with a grin. She dodged as Barb attempted to bump her into the lockers. 

“Well do you have to pitch in tonight?” asked Nancy. 

“I don’t know yet. The boys are supposed to end up at your place.” 

“Do you wanna come with them? We could just hang out for a while, watch a movie.” 

“You sure?” Christine asked. “You don’t have more…I don’t know. Studying to do?” 

“No,” Nancy said quickly. “I mean, Kamisky’s test is today, so. And I—I actually did a lot of studying last night so…I’m totally good to go. Any movie. Your pick.” 

Christine didn’t miss the insinuation, but no one seemed ready to acknowledge it plainly. Nancy’s face remained hopeful, and Barb was suddenly extremely interested in the various flyers on the message board. Even when Christine cleared her throat, she refused to look at either of them. 

“Uh, maybe,” said Christine carefully. “Like I said, I’m kind of on Dustin duty. So it depends on the party.” 

“The party, right. I get it. Just let me know, okay?” 

Christine nodded, peeling off toward her own class. The awkward cobweb feeling was itching at her again, but she pushed it aside. Things with Nancy would go back to normal eventually. 

The rest of the day was relatively normal, until it was time for physics. She wasn’t dreading it as much as yesterday. She hadn’t been as firm with Steve as she’d intended to be, but she was certain she’d sent a clear message not to talk to her. If only to save her the pain of humiliation. They could go back to being minimally friendly lab partners, and that would be the end of it. 

Mr. Austin already had lab supplies out when class began. Christine picked up a lab sheet and headed to her table, scanning through the assignment and collecting the materials they’d need. She decided to get started on her own, since Steve was busy at the next table over talking to one of his basketball teammates. 

Lab periods were ideal because they were the only times you could actually have a conversation in class. With everyone talking at once, it was nearly impossible to tell who was talking about science and who was gossiping about the next big game. So long as the work got done, it didn’t really matter. Most people loved that benefit. It didn’t really matter to Christine, who rarely had anyone to talk to, and usually did most of the work. 

“So, what are we doing today?” Steve asked when he finally joined her at the table. 

“Magnetic lab. Compasses work based on the natural field of…” 

“Psh, not the lab,” he interrupted, propping his elbows on the desk. “I’m talking about you. What are you doing tonight?” 

Christine paused, eyeing him. “…Why?” 

“Well you’re not the only one whose parents go away.” 

“No, Steve.” 

“Come on,” he groaned, pulling the meter stick out of her hands. He twirled it lamely like a baton. “I know the last party you went to wasn’t exactly phenomenal, but this is totally different.” 

“No, it’s not.” She tried to swipe the meter stick back, but he twirled it out of her reach. Christine huffed. “How is this any different?” 

“Well, for one, it’s me. And it’s not gonna be a hundred people. Just four or five of us, chilling at my place. Tell me you’re in.” 

“I’m out.” She made another grab, but missed. “Steve, I’m serious. I’m not interested.” 

“Why not? It’s gonna be fun.” 

“Why should I?” she demanded. “Hm? We don’t talk, Steve. Why are you suddenly so interested in inviting me over to your place?” 

“I told you,” he said, looking slightly taken aback. “I think you need to loosen up.” 

“Thanks. I’ll take it under advisement.” 

Christine leaned around him, seizing the measuring stick and slamming it back on the table. She turned back to the lab report and tried to find where she’d left off in the instructions. The words didn’t make much sense when she was reading them so quickly, but anything was better than looking at that stupid, smug face. 

Steve sidled around beside her. He shifted the various magnets on the desk aimlessly, then ducked his head closer to hers. 

“Alright, you wanna know the real reason I’m inviting you?” he asked lowly. “But you gotta be cool. This is just between us.” 

Christine glared at him out of the corner of her eye. 

“I’m serious, Christine. You cannot say anything.” 

“Fine. Why?” 

“Nancy asked me to invite you.” 

“Nancy?” Christine looked up from the paper, finally turning to him. “You already asked her?” 

“Yeah, this morning,” he said with a shrug. “I told her I was having some people over, and she said that she didn’t want to come if it was just gonna be me and my friends. I told her she could bring you and the other girl, but she said I had to ask you myself. And then that I wasn’t allowed to tell you that she told me. Whatever that’s about.” 

It took a few seconds for her rage to sneak up on her. But once it did, it was difficult to hide her fuming. Both her hands clenched into fists, and if she was squeezing any tighter, she might have ripped her paper in half. Steve must have noticed the warning signs, because he quickly waved a hand. 

“Hey, that’s not to say I don’t want you to come. I wouldn’t invite you if I didn’t want you there. But Nancy was going on last night about how close you two are, and…” 

“Last night.” 

She’d already known. But just like her conversation with Barb, she hoped he would correct her. 

“Yeah,” he said plainly. “I was at her place to uh…help her study.” 

Christine nodded, grinning furiously at her lab. She forced a deep breath through her lungs, and grabbed for the compass on the table. Science. She needed to do science. 

But Steve grabbed her wrist and pried the instrument from her hands. 

“Look, is it a crime to wanna hang out with my lab partner?” he asked. “No ulterior motives, no weirdness. I just figured it’d be more fun that way. You know, your friends and my friends.” 

He sounded earnest. But it was a tone she was getting used to. And this time, it wouldn’t work. 

“I get it, Steve,” she assured him, her face composed in a sweet smile. “Seriously. I completely understand.” 

“Sweet. So you’re coming?” 

“Still no.” Steve groaned, and Christine smiled wider. “You can tell Nancy I was very flattered and distraught, but I’m babysitting tonight. I’m sure if you ask nicely she’ll still come.” 

“Babysitting?” He scoffed, tapping her on the nose with the compass. “Damn, Walcott. You really don’t know how to relax, do you? Anyone ever tell you you’re kinda a buzzkill?” 

“Nope. Usually I’m such a buzzkill no one wants to talk to me.” There was a beat of silence, and Christine eased the compass out of Steve’s hands. “That was a joke.” 

“Oh, shit.” He relaxed a bit, and Christine was amused to find a twinge of relief in his chuckle. “You had me going there for a second. I didn’t know you could joke.” 

“Can we get back to the lab now? Please?” 

Steve was reluctant, but eventually relented into doing the work. It was a pretty simple lab, a lot of repetitive work and recording numbers. Slide the magnet toward the compass, record. Slide the magnet toward the compass, record again. That was ideal for Steve, since it didn’t require a lot of complex theories. It was ideal for Christine because she wouldn’t be distracted from the fury that was brewing inside her chest. 

When class was over, Christine headed straight to the gymnasium. She hadn’t brought lunch today, but it didn’t matter. She’d gladly go hungry if it meant skipping the cafeteria. 

She leaned back on the tiger mural, turning her Walkman on like she had the day before. For a few songs, Billy Joel was loud enough to drown out the basketball game behind her. But there was nothing he could do to protect her from the nudge against her foot. 

Christine stopped humming abruptly, opening her eyes to see a recognizable pair of brown loafers. 

“Hey, Nance,” she greeted, pulling her headphones down around her neck. “What’s up?” 

“You tell me,” said Nancy. She peered down at Christine, her face not quite impartial. “You’re the one skipping lunch to brood by the gymnasium.” 

“I’m not brooding,” she defended. It was a weak argument at best. “How’d you find me anyway?” 

“Wasn’t hard. Figured I’d start in the last place you’d actually want to be, seeing as you’re avoiding me.” 

Christine didn’t bother arguing that point. She shrugged, stowing her Walkman away in her bag. “Just wanted some time to think.” 

“About?” 

“I don’t know, life? In case you haven’t noticed, things have been a little hectic lately.” 

“Yeah, I guess they have.” Nancy frowned. Her fingers wandered the strap of her messenger bag. “You know you can talk to me, though, right? If something’s bothering you?” 

Christine stared at her shoes—beaten, mud streaked tennis shoes next to Nancy’s shiny penny loafers. The cobwebs were back, inching over her cheeks and prickling at the back of her throat. And after two days of swallowing her feelings, she finally snapped. 

“When were you gonna tell me?” 

“Tell you what?” Nancy asked, innocence slathered over the words. 

“About the party. Tonight. Were you just gonna let me think that Steve invited me for real? We were just gonna go to your house and you’d pretend you were just tagging along again? Until Carol or Tommy said something stupid, and then I’d make a scene in front of everyone.” 

“Christine, it wasn’t like that,” Nancy said imploringly. “Really! I just thought, you know, since you’ve been so upset the last couple days…” 

“What? That asking your boyfriend to pretend to care about me was gonna make me feel better?” 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she said quickly. “And he does care. He said it would be fine! The more the merrier.” 

“Of course that’s what he said to you.” 

Nancy leaned against the wall, and Christine could feel her looking down on her even though she didn’t lift her head. The loafer nudged her knee this time, pleading. 

“Then forget Steve. Do it for me. I really want you to come, Christine. You and Barb. I don’t want to get stuck talking to Tommy and Carol again all night. It’s gonna be so weird. I need you there. Please.” 

She wouldn’t respond. She wouldn’t look up. The loafer kicked her again. 

“Besides, it’s a party at Steve Harrington’s house,” Nancy added with a giggle. “That’s like your dream. You cannot turn that…” 

“Will you shut up?” 

Christine jumped to her feet, snatching up her bag and rounding on Nancy. She was still standing against the wall, shocked and floundering. It made derisive laughter bubble from Christine’s throat. 

“Don’t you get it? Things are not the same anymore! We’re not just gonna go back to normal!” 

“Chris, what are you talking about?” 

“You and Steve!” She carded both of her hands through her hair, gripping it at the scalp. “Are you even listening to yourself? We can’t fangirl over him together like there’s nothing going on. You can’t use him as bait for me when you’re already dating him!” 

“I am not!” 

“You’re not what?” 

“I don’t—both! I’m not baiting you, and I am not dating Steve.” 

“No,” Christine laughed. “So Steve didn’t sneak into your room to hook up with you last night?” 

Nancy flushed, clamping her mouth shut. But she did not argue. Christine sneered victoriously. 

“Yeah, I bet you aced Kaminsky’s test. For sure.” 

“He really did help me study,” Nancy insisted. “He’s not as shallow as you make him out to be.” 

“See, that’s what I thought too. You know, I really thought he gave a crap. That somewhere behind all his popular friends and his jock persona, there was actually a nice person. But it’s just a mask, Nancy. He’s just asking me over to his house to make sure you feel comfortable enough to come. Just like he asked me to Jenny’s party to get you there, or he visits me at work to make sure I do his physics labs. And now you’re doing the same exact thing. You’re just trying to play on my crush on him to get what you want. Looks like you and Steve have a lot more in common than I thought.” 

Nancy was staring at her, tight lipped. 

“Look,” she started, her words slow and controlled. “I know you’re upset about Jenny Fischer’s party. But you do not get to put that on me. You’re supposed to be my friend. Would it kill you to be happy for me for like two seconds?” 

“Oh my God!” Christine cackled again, spinning on the spot. She advanced on Nancy so rapidly that the other girl took a step back. “That is—That is rich. Because you know the best part? You don’t even care! You don’t care how he used me so long as you’re the one who gets to make out with him. How’s that for friendship?” 

“Oh, and you’re so much better?” Nancy snapped. “You’re not even mad at him!” 

“Didn’t you hear what I said? Yes, I…” 

“No, Chrissy, you’re not. Because if you really hated him, you wouldn’t be this upset with me. So what? I’m supposed to hate him for what he did to my friend, and you get to forgive him cause he did it to you? And then you’re the only one who gets to like him? Really convenient.” 

“It’s not a switch, Nancy,” Christine spat, glowering at her. “I can’t just stop liking Steve, or just stop being hurt, or just stop being upset that he doesn’t like me too. So I know you’re waiting for me to break out the bouquet and confetti for you, but it’s never gonna happen if you keep dangling your stupid boyfriend in front of my face.” 

“He’s not my boyfriend! And I’m not dangling him!” 

“Right, of course not. My mistake. What do you call tricking me into coming to another stupid house party so I can make an idiot of myself and you two can make out in front of me?” 

“I was just trying to be nice!” 

“Oh, like you were so nice at Jenny’s party?” 

“That was not my fault!” 

“You didn’t have to kiss him!” 

“And he didn’t have to kiss me!” Nancy finally took a step forward, lowering her voice to a near growl. “You’re just jealous, Christine. And it’s pathetic. You’re jealous, and whiny, and pissed, because even though you spend so much time following him around and desperately trying to get him to notice you, Steve likes me and not you.” 

It hit her like a slap. Christine was certain she’d actually stopped breathing. The momentary lapse of control must have been why her lip began to tremble, why her eyes began to fill with furious tears. She could not believe she was standing here, outside the gym, crying because of Nancy Wheeler of all people. What kind of idiot was she? 

Nancy realized too late that she’d taken it a step too far. She muttered Christine’s name, took another step forward, but Christine held up a hand. 

“You’re right,” she managed, though the words were even shakier than her hands. “I am jealous, you’re right. And maybe I am pathetic. But you know what? You’re a bitch. Screw you, Nancy.” 

She turned and walked away. Nancy might have been calling her, but her pulse was so loud in her own ears that it was impossible to tell. She didn’t have the energy to run, didn’t have a destination in mind. She just walked away, praying Nancy wouldn’t come after her, and that this time, she might be allowed a few minutes to cry in peace.

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De-escalate the Situation--Billy Hargrove

Written By @rune-of-a-writer / @hellimagines ( Masterlist )

Request: “Could i get a billy? instead of max drugging him unconcious after he attacks steve, the reader talks him out of it. theres still tension between everyone, but when the demodogs attack, billy is there. one of the dogs gets on her and he just rips it off of her and flings it into a wall. just lots of post fear fluff between them!!”

Summary: Billy brings you along to find his sister, and when his anger gets the best of him, you’re the only one able to calm him down. But then a demodog attacks, and you get hurt.

Warnings: cussing, descriptions of violence

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,445

A/N: I changed this up a little bit, I hope you don’t mind! Also, I’m pretty sure we’ve used this gif 1093295730328 times, but oh wellll 

You sat in the passenger seat of Billy’s car, the blue Camaro speeding its way down the poorly lit street. When Billy had called you and informed you that Max was missing, you didn’t hesitate to offer your assistance in finding her. The two of you were supposed to go on a date, but this was more important- at least to you it was. But obviously, to Billy it was just a hassle, and a waste of his time. And telling by his reddening cheek, his father hadn’t been to happy about the whole ordeal either. Looking over at your boyfriend, you saw the way his hands were clasped tightly around the steering wheel, the center of his knuckles turning white with a red rim.

“Hey,” you spoke softly, reaching your hand out and gently placing it on top of his shaking leg, “we’ll find her. You know she’s fine, she’s Max. She can handle herself. She most likely just snuck out because she went with Lucas.”

“If she’s with that fuckin’ kid, I’m gonna kill them both,” Billy spat, but his leg ceased its shaking, and the Camaro began to drop to a lower speed.

“No, you’re not,” you warned, gripping his leg tightly. “You’ll yell at her for sneaking out, but you’ll leave that boy out of it. Got it?” Billy looked over at you briefly, then brought his eyes back to the road, before letting out a short puff of air.

“Yeah, alright,” he huffed, dropping one of his hands from the wheel to place on top of your own. “Thanks for you help, babe.”

Once the two of you pulled up to the Byers household, courtesy of Mrs.Wheeler, the tension came right back. Billy lit a cigarette almost immediately before turning off the car and slowly getting out. Before you had the chance to open your own door, the front door of the house opened, and Steve Harrington came waltzing out. Billy’s hand slammed onto the roof of the car, dragging the cigarette out of his mouth with a lazy smirk as he draped his body over the car door.

“Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?” Billy called, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, taking your chance to get out of the car as well. You closed the door, leaning against it as you eyed the two boys.

“Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants,” Steve deadpanned, his hands on his hips. Billy’s smirk grew, holding the cigarette between his lips as he removed his leather jacket. You already knew things were going to get rough, there would’ve been no other reason for him to take off his jacket in this kind of weather.

“What’re you doing here, amigo?” Billy questioned, tossing the jacket into the car before closing it and walking towards Steve, the taller boy meeting him halfway. Since when did Billy take spanish?

“Yeah, I’ve gotta ask you the same thing,” Steve drawled, the two coming to a stop in front of one another. “Amigo.”

Billy took another puff of his cigarette and kept it in his mouth, before hooking his thumb into his belt loop. You stayed by the car, watching with wary eyes.

“Lookin’ for my step-sister. Little birdy told me she was here,” Billy said, his voice muffled from the cigarette, his eyes briefly flashing over Steve’s shoulder.

“Huh,” Steve began, biting his lip and casting his gaze downwards before back up, “that’s weird, I don’t know her.”

“Small,” Billy held his fingers together as if he was referencing an ant, “red-head, bit of a bitch,” he described, flicking his hand upwards toward his hair.

“Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry buddy,” Steve said, causing Billy to slowly shake his head, finally removing the cigarette from his mouth.

“You know,” Billy sighed, shaking his hand in front of his face, “I don’t know. This… this whole situation, Harrington. I don’t know, it’s giving me the heebie-jeebies.”

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” Steve questioned, looking down at the blond as he took another puff.

“My thirteen-year old sister goes missing all day, and then I find her with you, in a stranger’s house, and you lie to me about it,” Billy listed off, furrowing his eyebrows and looking Steve directly in the eye. Steve laughed, shaking his head.

“Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what?” Billy’s face fell briefly, before a cloud of smoke escaped his lips, and they curled into a wicked grin, his tongue darting out to run across his lips. “I don’t know what you don’t understand, about what I just said. She’s not here.”

“Then who is that?” Billy asked lowly, pointing the cherry of his cigarette in the direction of the window. You and Steve both turned your heads, seeing Max and a group of kids in the window. Once they saw all of you turn around and look at them, they ducked down quickly. You groaned quietly, rubbing one of your hands against your forehead. Steve turned around, ready to talk Billy out of whatever mess was to come.

“Awh, shit,” he sighed, turning his head. “Okay listen-” he began, but before he could finish, Billy had shoved him in the chest, sending the lanky teen tumbling to the ground.

“God damn it,” you snapped, pushing yourself off of the car.

“I told you to plant your feet,” Billy growled, giving Steve a blow to the stomach with his foot, before storming off into the house. It was almost as if he forgot you were there.

You rushed over to Steve, kneeling in front of him. Steve looked up at you with a confused face- apparently he didn’t know you were there either.

“Come on, Harrington. Up you go,” you ordered, grabbing a hold of his arms and trying to hoist him up. Steve coughed with discomfort from his stomach, leaning onto you.

“I’m going to kill him,” he growled, beginning his way towards the house once he found his balance.

“Is everyone into murder around here?” you huffed, running a hand through your hair in frustration and stalking after him.

When the two of you got inside, Billy had Lucas pinned to an old shelf. Steve began making his way over, but you shoved past him. Wrapping your arms around Billy’s upper torso, you place the palm of your hand directly under his throat, pulling him away from Lucas. Lucas’ feet dropped to the ground, the group of kids running towards him, while Billy desperately tried to turn his head and see who had a hold of him.

“Would you quit fucking moving? You're gonna break my nose,” you snapped, and Billy instantly stopped, realizing that he had forgotten all about you.

You moved your free hand over his heart, placing your lips on the back of his shoulder. You knew for a fact, that if Billy wanted to, he could easily elbow you and take you out. But you also knew that this position could usually de-escalate him when he was about ready to plow some kid into the dirt. Steve watched the two of you carefully, his hand on Lucas’ shoulder while the young boy was engulfed in a group hug. Billy’s eyes were shut, his breathing ragged, and his heart hammering against his chest. You waited a minute, feeling his heart slowly return to it’s normal beat, before letting go of him. Billy kept his eyes shut, not wanting to see the damage he had caused. He felt you move in front of him, your back against his chest, one of your hands reaching behind you to hold onto his.

“Max, your step-dad got really upset when him and Susan found out you had snuck out. Like, really, really upset. You should’ve told Billy where you were going, or at the very least, lied that you were going somewhere,” Billy’s hand gripped yours tightly at that statement, “so that he would’ve known you were gone. You know how Neil is, and you know how Susan can be. You have to understand why Billy was so mad,” you said to her, giving her a knowing look and a raised brow. The group of kids looked between you, Max and Billy with wide eyes.

“He would’ve gotten mad, (Y/N). He doesn’t like Lucas, and he doesn’t like me being with him. I couldn’t have told him,” Max defended, removing herself from the group so she could come closer.

“I know, Max. Which is why you could’ve said you were just going to the skate park, or the arcade, or Mike’s house. Billy could’ve found out the truth later on and dealt with it then, but at least he would’ve known that you weren’t home, rather than finding out hours later,” you said softly. Max was about to give you another excuse, but before she could get a word out, loud chirping sounded from outside. Billy’s eyes flew open, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist.

“Oh no, not again,” Dustin moaned, pressing his body against the wall.

“What the hell is that? What do you mean ‘not again’?” you asked, peering around Billy to look out the window. You let out a horrified gasp when you saw a creature right outside the window. It had its mouth open wide, five flaps extending outwards with the center outlined in teeth. It had the body of a dog, but with no hair and a slick, slimy body. “What the fuck,” you gasped, your eyes blown wide as you stumbled back from Billy, gripping his shirt and pulling him with you.

“It’s a uh… a demodog,” Dustin said, Lucas and Mike rolling their eyes. “It’s from the Upside Down.”

“And there’s usually about five them… but that only sounds like one,” Steve cut in, picking up a nailed bat from the kitchen table, standing in front of the kids. You looked at the four boys with a horrific expression, but nodded in slight understanding.

“Okay… so how do we get rid of it?” you asked. Just as you had asked the question, the demodog at the window threw its body against the glass, cracks beginning to form. You let out a yelp, jumping in surprise. Billy threw his arm out, shoving you and Max behind him.

“We don’t know. We’ve just been using Steve,” Mike informed you, huddling himself behind Steve, holding one of the pots that had fallen off the shelf in his hand.

“You’re expecting Harrington here to save the day?” Billy scoffed in disbelief, making eye contact with the fellow-teen.

“He was all we had until now,” Lucas snapped, narrowing his eyes. Before anyone could say anything else, the creature threw itself against the window again, successfully breaking it.

“Son of a bitch,” Steve growled, lunging forward to take a swing at it with the bat.

The bat hit the demodog across the head, sending it a few feet away from you guys. With a snarl, the creature began to run towards Steve; but you had picked up a discarded rubix cube on the kitchen table, flinging it at the demodog’s head. It wasn’t enough to do any damage, but the shock was enough to send it to the ground mid-jump. However, this meant it now had its attention focused on you. There was nothing else in the house you could use for defense, accept maybe a couple plates or a chair. Before you had the chance to throw yourself out of the way, the creature jumped on top of you, knocking Max to the ground and Billy out of the way. Its claws dug into your forearms, piercing your skin, and causing you to scream out in pain. The demodog’s mouth opened once again, and just as the flaps were about to clasp onto your face, it was ripped off of you, its claws dragging down your arm in a desperate attempt to cling to you.

Billy had the creature in a tight hold, his hands keeping its mouth shut, as Steve straddled its back. He brought the bat down repeatedly, making sure not to hit Billy (miraculously), sending blow after blow onto the demodog’s head and neck. After a few minutes of the three struggling on the ground, the creature went limp in Billy’s hold, a steady stream of black ooze running out of its head and covering the bat.

“Billy, she’s bleeding really bad!” Max yelled, catching the attention of the two boys. Billy looked over, seeing you against the wall, Max’s hands wrapped around your arms. Billy released the creature, dashing over to you. Max’s hands and your arms were covered in blood, a terrified look held within her eyes. “I don’t- I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to stop the bleeding,” she said quickly, looking at her older step-brother. Billy quickly tore off his shirt, holding the red fabric between his teeth before using his hands to rip it into strips.

“Go wash your hands Max,” he said gruffly, give her shoulder a gentle shove. Max looked at him confused, but when Steve came over and gently grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up, Max did as she was told.

“Is it gone?” you asked him quietly, looking into his blue eyes. Billy nodded silently, his attention focused on wrapping the strips of fabric around your arms. The slashes weren’t fatal, but you’d have questionable scars, and no doubt trauma symptoms. You both would. “Thank you,” you murmured, lifting your bloody hand up to push a stray curl out of his face.

“Don’t thank me, princess,” he said, leaning down to give your forehead a soft kiss. “We need to get you to a hospital. Come on,” he demanded, wrapping an arm around your waist and hoisting you up. He looked over at Max, watching Steve and Lucas help her with the blood. “Max, call Neil. Please. Tell him you’re fine and that I’m at the hospital with (Y/N), alright?”

“Okay. Thank you,” she added, giving Billy a small smile, before turning back to the sink. Dustin ran over to the door, opening it for Billy so he could carry you outside, then doing the same thing for his car. Billy gave the curly-haired kid a nod, before getting into the driver's side.

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this,” he sighed, starting the car and speeding out of the drive way.

“Don’t be,” you breathed, “I’ll always help you out, babe,” you grinned, leaning your head against the cool window. Billy looked over at you, shaking his head with a shaky smile and placing his hand on your thigh.

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Rottweiler (pt.2)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: How much are you really willing to risk for him? Your art? Your grades? Your social status?

Prompts: noNE BENCH

Song: Rottweiler Playlist

Request: none

Requests Are: Open

Warning(s): cursing, angst, violence (it’s Billy), fluff

Word count: 1.4k

Author’s note: firstly, i’d like to thank everyone for the hype of this story, it means so much knowing that the content i put out is loved.every time I talk about the reader’s mom I imagine Mama from What’s Eating Gilbert Grape? lmfao. I hope you guys enjoy this part, I’m having too much fun writing this. Ps, Billy’s such an angsty teen. No one compares.

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“So, how’d you get that shiner, huh?” you asked. At this point, you didn’t even have to look to see it was him. It was, and it probably always would be.

“Oh,” he laughed a bit, “Tommy H. got a good swing in. You should see him, though.”

You turned to face him, the bruise now a greenish-yellow color.

“Mhm, I’m sure he looks bad.” you played, earning a glare. “Why are you following me around, huh?”

He crosses his arms and leans on the locker next to him, “Should I remind you what happened last time I wasn’t around?”

You gave a sardonic laugh, “Oh, so now you’re protecting me? While what you did was nice and all, I don’t need you hovering around me, okay?”

“Hey,” he gently grabbed your elbow as you were leaving, “Seriously. Be careful. Carol’s a bitch.”

You scoffed, giving him a disapproving shake of your head, and walking off.

He yelled at you, “I mean it, (Y/L/N)!”

“I can take care of myself, Hargrove!” you shouted over your shoulder, smiling.

In Physics, Jonathan Byers passed you a piece of folded up paper. You rolled your eyes when you read it.

“What are you drawing today?”

It was a thing he’d come up to unintentionally annoy you. He was a sweet boy, with very limited friends, as well as too curious for his own good.

You scribbled down a name next to the drawing and showed it to him, making him hold back a laugh. The drawing was different positions of the same, drooly, dumb Rottweiler, simply labeled as “Hargrove”. Proud of yourself, you made the mental note of showing the dog-boy himself later on in the day. The two of you had gym together, anyway, and it’d be fun to see his reaction, you concurred.

The bell rang, you changed into your gym clothes, and brought your sketchbook outside and setting it near a  tree for later.

“Hargrove, (Y/L/N), come up here.” Coach Mac called. You and Billy both gave each other a look, as if to ask “what the fuck did you do?”

“Let’s race the two fastest runners, shall we?” Mac announced, earning an excited majority. You looked at Steve, who shrugged his shoulders, then turned to Billy, who smirked. Neither one of them were very much help at all.

“Yeah. Let’s.” Billy starts, “I lose, you go on a date with me. You win, you get to do whatever.” he says quickly.

Without thinking, you nodded, going to the start of the track with Billy, waiting for the whistle.

It sounded, people cheered, and you ran. For a bit, Billy was even with you, even challenging you by going faster than him. And you beat him, by five seconds.

“I win, loser.” you panted, smiling. Billy walked coolly to you, smirking and sweating.

“You sure did.”

Your façade dropped, “What are you smiling for? You lost.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, remember the deal?” you nodded, “I lose, you gotta go on a date with me.”

You thought for a moment, then realized he was right. You groaned as he laughed at you.

“Eat shit, Hargrove. I won’t have fun. You can’t make me.” you yell, going to grab your journal and take a shower as everyone else went to do what they desired, be it homework or talking.

He laughed harder, “Sure, Princess.”

As the weekend approached closer, the knot in your stomach grew tighter, until Saturday came up. You dressed better than normal, making sure to grab a jacket, then ran down the stairs in a hurry, fearing your date would actually be a gentleman and knock on the door.

“Hey momma, got your meds taken care of for tonight?” you asked, tying your Chuck’s and tucking in the laces.

She hummed in approval, “Where you goin’ baby?”

You ran to the closet, grabbing an umbrella. The night decided to pour, leaving the roads dark and ominous.

“Out with a,” you hesitated, “A friend.”

Your mother waved you off, telling you to be safe, when you heard a honk.

You ran out, the rain starting to come back from its previous showers.

“Wow, I was worried you were gonna try to be a gentleman, Hargrove.” you joked when you got in, putting your seatbelt on. Billy was, for once, quiet, and smoking a cigarette. You couldn’t see him well in the lighting, the front porch light not providing much illumination.

You looked at him, “You okay?”

He blew out his smoke and started the car, muttering an ‘I’m fine’.

The ride to wherever you were going was too quiet. The boy, who preferred everything loud, especially his music, played no music at all, nor did he talk. And you were sick of it.

“Billy pull over.”

“Why?”

You rolled your eyes, “Just do it.”

He did as told, stopping at the side of an ongoing cow field and under a streetlight, parking.

You turned to him, “Look at me.”

He tilted his head back, sighing lightly, before turning to you.

“What’s wrong.”

He arrogantly scoffed and turned away, going to turn the car back on, being stopped by you grabbing his hand. It was shaking.

“You can’t be doing this hot-and-cold bullshit with me, Hargrove. I will get out of this car and walk home right now if you don’t start talking.”

He stared at you for a bit, swallowed, then looked away again. You mumbled an ‘okay’ as you took off your seatbelt and got out of the car, walking back in the direction of your house. This was quickly followed by the sound of the car door opening and slamming shut, then boots running in your direction.

“Listen,” he grabbed your arm lightly, “I just, I got into a fight with my dad, okay? I guess I’m still pissed about it.”

You looked at him carefully. Now that his face was more illuminated, you could make out a split lip and a welt forming on his cheek.

“Just a fight? Billy, this isn’t just a fight with your dad!” you presented quietly, lightly putting a hand over his newly injured cheek.

“Listen, it’s not a big deal, okay? I was asking for it.”

“Billy, do you hear yourself? Your dad is beating you and you’re coming up with excuses! You’re almost eighteen!” you lightly put your hand on his shoulder. The rain began to pick up pace, and apparently so did Billy’s emotions.

Billy let out a shaky sigh, coming closer to you and resting his forehead on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist, and frankly, you didn’t know what to do. The Billy Hargrove you knew wasn’t a crying, vulnerable teenage boy. The Billy you knew was nearly full grown, strong-willed, primal, and hard headed. He didn’t have emotion. Yet here he was, sobs racking his body as he hugged you closer to him. You lightly ran your fingernails up and down his back, another hand coming up to massage his head, equally as light.

“C’mon, Billy. I still owe you a date, yeah?”

You grabbed his face with both of your hands, tears streaming down his face and mucus lightly coming out of his nose. He nodded, opting to get out of the freezing rain and let you drive while he finished crying. The entire time, he never let up on holding your hand while you drove.

By the time you got to a small burger joint, Billy had stopped crying and rested his head on the window of the passenger door, slightly falling asleep, no doubt tired from his outburst.

You looked at him and rubbed his bicep after getting your hand free. He woke more and looked around, not knowing where he was.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m gonna get us food and we’ll drive to my house to eat, okay? We’re freezing.”

He nodded, laying his head back on the window and  falling back asleep. You quickly got out of the car, coming into the restaurant, and was mindlessly greeted by Tommy H. And god, did he look like shit. An eye swollen over, his nose and lip were split, bruises adorning them and virtually the rest of his face.

You took your order, waiting on a barstool for the food to be made, all the while Tommy H stared at you from his place at the cash register.

“Hey, (Y/LN).” you turned to him, “Keep your bitch of a boyfriend on a leash.”

You chuckled nervously, “I’m sorry?”

“Billy. Keep him on a fucking leash.” he aggressed as his co worker gave you your food.

You gave Tommy the due money, “He’s not my boyfriend.” you whispered.

“Yeah? Well he sure acts like it.” he yelled after you as you walked out to the car with your paper bag of food. You startled Billy when you got in, quickly cooing for him to fall back asleep until you got to your house.

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Different

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Requested by: @partylikeits1899

“I know you’re probably swamped with requests and stressed rn but could you please write a Steve imagine where the reader is a shy and quiet girl who’s dating Steve and one day Nancy gives you a makeover (kinda like Sandy from grease) and Steve is just star struck thanks bby 🙂😇 ”

A/N: I loved writing this. Like you have no idea how much I loved writing this. + Hope you like this bby!!

Warnings: Nope :)))

Word count: 1725

Steve Harrington was dating Y/N L/N.

I repeat, Steve Harrington was dating Y/N L/N.

What was the big deal though? I’ll tell you. You see, Y/N L/N wasn’t an easy catch. All the boys in senior year had tried, yet they still couldn’t get a grasp on the notorious Y/N herself.  

Now, you weren’t a brat, or spoiled, or flirty- No. In fact, you were the complete opposite: Quiet, shy, soft spoken- but unbelievably beautiful.

Beautiful, you say?

Yes. You heard me right. But not in the way you would think.

Y/N L/N was a different type of beautiful.

She wasn’t glamorously gorgeous, she didn’t wear clothes that all the other girls would wear; she was simple; different.

And to the boys in Hawkins High, different, was absolutely perfect.

Her smile made boys drop down to their feet. Her laugh made hearts flutter. The way she just existed so happily and carefree made boys want- no, need her to be theirs.

Y/N L/N had captivated not only the hearts of the boys of Hawkins High, but she captivated the heart of someone more particularly special.

And who was that?

Steve Harrington, The “King” of Hawkins High.

Now how did the lucky brunette manage to catch the attention of book-loving nerd Y/N L/N?

Simple.

He waited.

It was agonizing. Just watching her go about her day without even shooting him a glance.

But time went by, and a little acquaintanceship was formed.   

Sometimes, she'd send him a small smile when she had the time to, but most of the time she’d be running around, working on a project, flitting about with Nancy Wheeler, or discussing bands and music with Jonathan Byers.

Steve noticed it all.

But despite the fact that he could just walk up to you and try to make you love him, he knew he’d fail. Patience was key. He had to wait for the right moment to make his move.

So, when you were assigned project partners with him in science class, he knew this was the start to something that he’d cherish for a long time.

Conversation topics of the project turned into conversations about interests and other quirks as time went by. Before you knew it, what started as a little project, turned into something bigger. Friendship suddenly turned into a relationship, and all of a sudden the whole school knew about King Steve and his Queen.

Now, another day in Hawkins had dawned, and you were currently standing by your locker, minding your own business before a strong pair of arms lifted you off the ground, picking you up and spinning you around.

No doubt, it was Steve.

“Steve- babe- Steve! Stop! Put me down!” You breathed, between fits of laughter.

Laughing as well, your lovely boyfriend placed you gently on the ground back on your feet, before planting multiple kisses all over your face.

“Good morning.” The brunette chirped, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Holy- you’re so beautiful.” He sighed, staring at you in admiration.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You teased, giggling at the pouty face you boyfriend had managed to put on. “I’m only joking babe.”

He only smirked, before leaning down to kiss you softly.

“I know.”

Rolling your eyes, you opened your locker, smiling widely at the surprise you had found this early in the morning.

“A bouquet of roses?” You questioned the boy, taking the bundle of red flowers out, before smiling contently as you sniffed them. The sweet aroma of roses made you sigh, as you placed it in Steve’s arms before grabbing your books. “Steve Harrington, hopeless romantic.”

He grinned. “That’s me.” The brunette said, planting a kiss on your nose once you turned around.

A gag was heard from the locker next to yours, and you rolled your eyes, smirking when you came face to face with your best friend Nancy Wheeler.

“Is that the fiftieth kiss you’ve given her this morning?” She accused him teasingly, toying with the roses he had given you.

“Actually, it’s the sixty-seventh Nancy. Get with the program.” He joked back, rolling his eyes at your best friend.

You laughed softly, before taking the roses back, and smiling at the two of them.

“Anyways… Y/N- you free tonight?” The two of them asked simultaneously, before explaining their plan and reason for inviting you to who knows what for this evening.

“Woah- one at a time.” You laughed.

Nancy lightly pushed Steve to the side.

“I wanna have a girls night. Just you and me- we could do makeovers or just talk and shit- besides we haven’t had one in forever.”

Steve then pushed her aside, smirking at her expression before saying: “I want to take you out tonight.”

No further explanation.

This was an easy problem to defuse.

“Steve- I'm gonna have to go with Nance.” You said. “It’s only one night- okay? I promise tomorrow we can do whatever you want.”

Nancy smirked smugly to herself once she saw the look on Steve’s face.

“But babe!” He whined, trying to kiss you to get you to side with him.

You rolled your eyes, pressing a finger to his lips.

“Only one night.”

Steve groaned, then nodded, making Nancy squeal.

“Don’t worry Harrington. You’ll thank me tomorrow.” She laughed, whisking you away from your boyfriend and into the next class.

What you did tonight would in fact surprise the boy- he’d definitely thank Nancy tomorrow.

The night was young, and you had just arrived at the Wheeler’s place. The quiet of the neighborhood filled your ears; the only sound coming from the crickets residing in the grass.

Stepping into the doorstep, you knocked on the door, before it being quickly answered by an eager Nancy Wheeler.

“Hi-“ you began but she had already pulled you up into her room. Once you had finally settled down, you smiled, taking a look at your surroundings you’ve become so familiar with. You really haven’t had a girls night in forever- and you were in dear need of one.

You were seated on her bed, fingers grazing across the soft quilt that was spread across the mattress. Turning around, you shot a warm smile at Nancy, surprised when instead of a smile back, she stared at you with a look of determination and seriousness.

“Sit.” She motioned you over, patting down on the surface of her desk chair.

You reluctantly got up, wondering what she had in mind.

“Nance? Um- what are we doing?”

She only glanced down at you, before revealing a bag full of beauty supplies, and a white plastic shopping bag filled with some sort of clothing.

Oh no you thought, as she pulled out some hair curlers.

Nancy grinned. “It’s makeover time.”

Curlers were put into your hair; Eye shadow, painted your eyelids a dramatic smoky black. A bold red, was smeared across your lips, making you look like a totally different person.

“Take the curlers out now.” Nancy suddenly chirped.

You nodded, confusion spread across your face as you followed her orders. One by one, with each curler you took out, a voluminous coil of H/C locks formed.

“Oh- Steve’s gonna love this.”

You rolled your eyes and smirked. “Oh shut up, was this your plan all along?”

Nancy laughed, taking out the clothing that was in the plastic bag.

“Maybe.” She confessed, grabbing your hand then standing you up. In your hands, she placed a very tight fitting outfit. “You’re going to wear this tomorrow.”

If you thought the makeup was a big change, this was bigger.

Skin tight black leather pants, a tight form fitting black blouse, killer red heels and matching black leather jacket to top it off.

“Nance- what- what’s this all for?” You say, stuttering in complete awe.

“Steve is always seeing the ‘good girl’ side of you. It’s always mom jeans, and striped tees.” Nancy began. “If He’s gonna date you, he’s got to see the more sexier side of you Y/N. He’s got to.”

You only scoffed, holding up the outfit as you eyed yourself in the mirror. “Sexy? Yeah right.”

Nancy gave you pleading eyes. “Please Y/N? Wear it for me.”

Sighing, you nodded your head.

“Fine.”

The minute you stepped through the school doors, all eyes were on you.

Jaws, dropped to the ground. Gazes, glued on your figure. Steve wouldn’t be the only one seeing a different side of you today, the whole school would.

Now, here you were, back at your locker, looking as badass as ever. You stood there, waiting for your usual ‘pick me up and spin around’ (at least that’s what you’d call it) from Steve, yet were surprised when there wasn’t one. No hug, no kiss, fuck- he didn’t even show up.

But Steve was there alright.

On the other side of the hallway, Steve Harrington was struggling to see what was in front of him.

Yes- he knew it was you, but- you were so- so… different.

A different feeling burned in his chest this time. It was no longer warm, fuzzy and innocent. Oh no, this feeling was hot, heavy- needy.

And he loved it.

You’ve shown a side of you no one had ever seen before- and today, Steve would show you one too.

A new confidence dawned over him as he put on a smirk and strode to your locker, surprising you as he pushed you against the wall, leaving a trail of kisses from your lips to your neck.

Your hands found their way to his hair, and his lips found his way back to yours.

The kiss was hot and steamy- both of you breathing heavily when you pulled away.

“You- you look- beautiful.” Steve breathed, eyeing you up and down once again.

“All thanks to  Nancy.” You smirked, chest rising up and down as you caught your breath.”

Steve smirked, then took a look around the hallway. No one was to be seen.

“Hey- How about we miss first period, huh?” He asked, voice low and husky, whispering in your ear. His eyes danced with a mischievous shine, hands already placed at your waist.

Was that even a question? We all know the answer to that.

“Yes.”

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