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medusapelagia · 8 months

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21 AU-gust: Coaches

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: Billy Hargrove, Permanently Injured Steve Harrington, implied reference to depression WC: 1811

“Come on! Get up, Harrington !”

“Fuck you, Munson!” Yeah, I know the drill, you hate me and you are not going to move from your stupid bed,”

“Fuck off! I can’t fucking move and you know that!”

Winning against Vecna was harder than they thought. They miraculously escape from the upside down but Max is left blind and Steve… Well, Steve had cushioned Eddie’s fall with his body, damaging his spine.

“Get up from that stupid bed!”

“I’m not going to sit on that stupid chair so feel free to leave me alone!”

Eddie sighs and goes back to the kitchen where Steve’s mother is waiting for him with a coffee.

“You didn’t manage to convince him, uh?” She asks, offering him a cup of black coffee.

Eddie shakes his head and she tries to comfort him, putting a hand on Eddie’s shoulder “Maybe tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Maybe tomorrow.”

Eddie feels so fucking guilty. If Steve hadn’t cushioned his fall he wouldn’t be in a fucking wheelchair.

“It’s not your fault.” The woman says, sipping her coffee “I’m sure that Steve is happy that you are fine. It’s just difficult for him.” She puts the mug on the table “He is just like his father. He can’t accept that some things are above one’s control.”

Eddie nods, starting at the door of Steve’s new room on the first floor.

“How is Wayne?”

“Fine. He is talking about moving.”

“You should go with him.”

“No way! I’m not leaving Steve!”

“If you stay for him he will hate you and he will hate himself.”

“It’s too soon!”

“The sooner the better, kid.” She says, then she goes back to Steve’s room.

His mum it’s the only one who manages to make him get up from the bed.

“I don’t want to go sitting in the living room!”

He is complaining while she pushes him toward the television.

“Your room smells and I have to clean it. Watch some TV, read a book, but Don‘t go back to bed!”

“You are still here.” Steve states when he sees Eddie sitting in the kitchen, the cup of coffee still in his hand.

“Coffee?”

“I’m fine.”

He doesn’t even look at him, he just sits in front of the fucking television without turning it on. He stays like that until his mother comes back, and then he asks to go back to his bed.

“No young boy. I’m sorry but I’m not letting you get bedsores because you love your room. You can play something with Eddie, or go for a walk or…

“Where the fuck am I supposed to go? Uh? I can’t go to the woods in a fucking chair, I can’t drive my car! I can’t do anything! I’m just a waste of space!” he screams angrily at her.

The room goes silent for a moment.

Steve’s eyes are full of tears while he is trying desperately to keep it cool, and his mother's face is blank.

“Get out Steve. Breathe some air. We both need it.”

Eddie is frozen.

The woman came back as soon as the ER called her and she stayed at the hospital with him night and day. She has wiped away Steve’s tears and helped him through the worst part of the exam he had to do, but maybe this is too much even for her.

“Ok, ok. Let’s get some air, uh big boy? Me, you, and the crack in the pavements.” he says, feigning an enthusiasm that he doesn’t feel, and starts wheeling him out of the house.

Steve is so stressed out that he doesn’t even complain.

Eddie takes the blanket on the couch and puts it on his shoulder, just in case, then grabs a pair of sunglasses, Steve’s mom probably, and they are outside for the first time in months.

Eddie knows that Steve doesn’t want the neighbor to see him like that, so he moves around the house, finding himself in front of the heathen swimming pool.

“Are you going to push me in the pool and let me drown?” Steve asks and Eddie can’t say if he is joking or not.

“Would you like that?”

“I mean… it would be poetic somehow. Barb died in this very same pool, did you know that?”

He did but that’s not the kind of argument he wants to talk about right now.

“So, what are your plans? Apart from keep yelling at anyone who tries to help you.”

“I am no!”

“Oh yes, you are. And we try to understand, we really do, but sometimes you are just a fucking little bully like in high school. Only with a personal chair.”

“Fuck off Munson! You can go where the hell you want! Leave with Wayne! Have a life! Even my mum thinks that you would be better far from me so go. Leave me here. I will not go anywhere!”

“I don’t want to leave you, jackass! Ok? I’m fucking in love with you and I don’t care if I have to take you on my fucking back to show you how many things you can still do! I’ll fucking do it! But you have to let me inside, Steve! You can’t keep pushing me away forever!”

Steve doesn’t answer, he turns his head toward the house “Can we go back now?”

Eddie sighs and wheels him back to his home.

***

He doesn’t know how the fuck did he end like this, but he is sitting at a table with Max, Dustin, and Billy Hargrove.

“How is he?”

“Same. Angry. Hurt. And he hates everyone. Me and his mum in particular.”

Max nods “I get it. I wasn’t very thrilled when I found out that I was going to be blind either. But he has to find something that makes him wanna live.”

“Do you think he is contemplating suicide?” Dustin asks scared.

“No, I don’t think so. He is too angry to be resigned, but I’m out of ideas on how to get him out of that fucking house.”

Billy stares at him for a long moment “You don’t have to get him out of the house actually.”

Dustin snorts “And you should be the straight-A guy? We want him to leave the house!”

Billy glares at him “We want him to leave the room. It’s different.”

“What are you thinking?”

Billy looks at Eddie “He was good at sports. Really good. And he is competitive. He always was. I was thinking of making him play some sports again.”

“Ok, that’s nice, but even if Steve is super rich we can’t pay people to play with him and let him win!” Eddie complaints.

“That’s not what I was thinking.” he leans back on the chair “When I first got up I had to do a lot of physiotherapy at the hospital. I hated every single second of it. I liked only one thing. The pool. And he has an enormous swimming pool just behind his house.”

“Yes, and he thinks that drawing in the swimming pool would be really poetic. No fucking way!”

“You know why pools are perfect for physiotherapy? Because in the water you weigh less. Steve was always an athlete, he will have to get used to using his arms more now that he can’t use his legs but I think it can work. When he sees that he can move on his own in the water, maybe he’ll understand that his life is not over.”

“Ok. Cool. And how do you think you will convince him?”

“With a competition.”

***

“No, no, no. You are not going to put Steve in the water unsupervised! We don’t know if he can still swim or not! He will fucking drawn!” Steve's mothere doesn't look very convinced.

“Listen, I’m a certified lifeguard, if anything happens I’ll be there, just let him try.”

“Let me try what?”

Billy smiles like a shark.

“Pretty boy. How are you?”

“Got me a new chair, you didn’t know?”

“I did, but Munson here thinks that it is not fitted for royalties, so I wanted to propose to you a little swim in your swimming pool.”

“Trying to finally kill me?”

“Too many witnesses. Maybe next time.”

“I can’t move my legs, asshole.”

“But you can move your arms, prick.”

Steve looks at him, annoyed, then turns toward his mother “I need my speedo.”

***

Eddie is on edge.

Billy is already in the water, waiting for Steve, but the pool does not have the equipment to help him lower himself in the water, so they are trying to help him sit on the poolside, and then he will push himself into the water.

Eddie hates water.

Since Lovers Lake he wasn’t able to get too close to a lake, or a pool, or whatever, and now Steve is going to submerge himself in the very same pool where Barb died.

Shit.

“I can hear you thinking.” Steve’s mother says, at his side “He’ll be good. My kid is a warrior.”

Eddie nods, he knows that he is, but still, he frets.

“Come on pretty boy, do you want to make me wait all day long?” Billy teases him from the water, and with a sudden push, Steve jumps into the swimming pool.

He immediately gets dragged to the bottom, but Billy tightens his grip around his chest and brings him to the surface.

“Fuck this! Fuck you! Fuck everyone!” Steve yells while spitting water.

“Come on! It’s your first time. You have to learn how to use your body.” he helps him on his back “First swimming lesson. Get used to the water. You are going to stay relaxed and I’m going to move you around the pool. nothing too complicated, ok?”

Steve grumbles but nods, and lets the other boy hold his back and move him in the water.

After a few moments, he starts to relax.

“Not bad, uh?”

“I was co-captain of the swimming pool! I can do more than lie on the water like a dead body!”

Billy smirks “I know you do. But I am the coach, and I’m the one who decides what you can do and what you can’t. And let me tell you. I have big projects for you.”

“Like what?”

“Have you ever thought about the Olympics?”

***

Two years later, at the 1988 Summer Paralympics, Steve is ready to get in the water.

Billy is at his side because Steve was adamant, he was not going to participate without his personal coach.

“Now go and bring me back that fucking medal, ok pretty boy? Eddie is ready to take you to a very exclusive restaurant in Seoul to celebrate, but you didn’t hear that from me, are we clear?”

Steve nods, waves at his mum and Eddie, and wears his swimming goggles, ready to win his first Olympic medal.

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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years

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You’re The One I Want To Go Through Time With

Day one of HWOL is finally here!! So excited to share all I’ve written! For today I chose the prompt Neighbors AU!!! You can read this on ao3 also as part of the collection as well!! Hope y’all like it!!

Word Count: 11,952

Rated: G

It finally happens when he’s 15 years old. It’s not like he hasn’t seen it coming, but Steve gets kicked out.

In the very beginning of a particularly brutal Hawkins summer, he had decided to invite Tommy over to smoke weed in the pool house. He thought nothing of it, but the neighbors complained about the smell, and, coupled with every other act of his deemed irresponsible, immature, disgraceful, by his stuck-up parents, a couple of blunts was apparently the last straw.

They tell him the Harringtons had a reputation, an air of elegance and respect they had to upkeep, so they couldn’t just let him bring drugs onto their property. He thought it was ridiculous, considering that they were allowed as much wine aging in the cellar and expensive whiskey propped up on a hutch as they wanted, but when he’d brought it up he’d gotten nothing but a stern look.

They’d been through this a thousand times over, how worthless and terrible a son he could be, grounding him for bringing too many girls home, taking his car away when he failed a class, so he knew to expect a punishment.

This is obviously the next step, the throwing him out on the street thing, for years he could feel the neglect and tension starting to build up and boil over. Sometimes, they’d even hang threats of it over his head, so now that was told he had to be out of the mansion by the end of next week or there would be consequences, it couldn’t be too much of a shocker.

Though at some point, he’s got to wonder if they ever really thought as far ahead as consequences, or if they just knew they trained their boy well enough that it never got that far. If only he had more of a spine.

Now, as unsurprising as the scenario may be, Steve was still absolutely in no way, by any means ready to be thrown out on the streets before he even had his driver’s license.

In the case of emergency, like the time Stephen Sr. got just a little too rough and popped his wrist out of place, or when they’d left him alone for a month at age 9 and he went three days without food because he didn’t know how to turn the stove on, he had his aunt, the thankfully much more compassionate counterpart to his mother, who lived over in California.

The minute they’re gone, having passive aggressively hurried off somewhere, probably the country club or something, to complain about how disappointing their son was with their rich friends, Steve grabs a suitcase from the closet and gives his Aunt Margaret a call.

Before he knows it she’s got him a flight booked, a written agreement from her sister that proved taking him in was legal, and a set of luggage. Three days later, he was flying first class towards the rest of his life.

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Touching down in San Francisco has got to be the most surreal thing he’s ever done.

He’d never even left the Midwest before, his farthest ventures being into the three states surrounding his home state, so to be charted off to the west coast? It’s an experience alright.

Aunt Margaret is there waiting for him, her jet black permed hair a few inches above the rest, her brown eyes sparkling with the kindest smile he’s ever seen as she runs up to hug him.

She takes all of his bags, swatting his hands away when he tries to carry even one, and makes him sit in the car while she shoves it all into the trunk.

He wasn’t used to not being the help, since that’s all his parents ever really saw him as anyways, only valuable as their son if they got something out of the time they spent with him. It’s got him feeling weird the whole drive back to the Margos apartment, like he’s in some alternate reality where people are nice to him for a change.

She lives in one of those shared places, a duplex where the house is divided into two halves for two different renters, the very kind his mother would’ve turned her nose up at despite having been raised in one herself. Margaret told him there was a mother and son who lived in the other half, but they’re quiet enough, and polite.

Just pulling up outside of the house, Steve already knows it’s everything he’s ever wanted.

The house itself, painted a pale shade of peeling yellow and missing the majority of the shingles off of the roof, is actually a reasonable size, a direct contrast to the mansion he grew up in, fit for a dozen but occupied by one most days.

Brutal summer heat has dried up the lawn and the garden so they aren’t perfectly tailored, not trimmed by underpaid staff or watered by automatic sprinklers. All across it there’s a scattering of ornaments, like colorful pinwheels in the front garden, and plastic flamingos standing guard by the mailbox.

There’s even a rickety old fence, all mossy and broken up to mark the edges of their property, so different from the white vinyl fence in his backyard at his parents house.

It would seem too that the garage was only big enough for one car, not three like he was used to, and that the makeshift gravel driveway leading up to it was at max capacity with only his aunts Oldsmobile Cutlass Calais, and a dinged up old Karmann Ghia the same color as the house parked in it.

Basically, there were none of the telltale signs that a neglected rich boy lived there, and from that alone he already knew he belonged here.

His aunt hurries him into their section of the house, theirs is the right side, so he can get to resting off the jet lag before he starts unpacking, but he’s far too distracted taking everything in to worry about being a little drowsy.

The rooms are small and the ceilings are low. Where there would’ve been beige and white and other sophisticated tones, there was a rainbow of colors in Margos apartment, from the curtains to the carpet, the Afghan on the back of the couch to the little trinkets in the entertainment center and windowsills.

He notices that, to accommodate for the heavy summer heat, there was a fan spinning in the corner, and all the windows were left wide open. His parents had the windows painted shut back home.

It might’ve been overwhelming, being thrown into a place like this so suddenly, but in his heart he knows this was what he was made for: a cozy life with someone who treated him with the bare minimum of respect.

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Eventually Steve does fall asleep, the switch from Eastern Standard to Pacific time just being too great for his body. He doesn’t really mean to, he thought he’d just lay down for a minute while he was putting his clothes away in his new dresser, but he ends up sleeping until it’s almost dark out.

He goes looking for Margo when he realizes the house is empty, an irrational pit of dread growing in his chest at the familiarity of being alone, and finds her out back.

The yard also seems to be shared with the other house, a wispy line of barely showing through grass separating the two where a divider had once been, but had since been ripped up.

His aunt is with another woman, a blonde lady who he assumed was from the next door apartment, were sitting in mismatched lawn chairs, cigarettes glowing as the sun got lower and lower in the sky.

Margaret beckons him over once she notices him, and shows him off to the woman. It’s not at all like his mother would’ve done it, none of the flaunting him to make a good impression. This is more like her wanting to introduce him because she genuinely cares.

In a way, it almost makes Steve more uneasy. He could handle all the fake stuff with only the slightest hint of discomfort at being gawked at, because most of the time he’d never have to see those people again, but this was astronomically different.

“Maria, this is my nephew Steve.” Deep blue eyes seem to take him in, accompanied by a polite smile that makes his stomach drop for no good reason.

He panics, shifts into the role of the perfect little socialite he’d been working on his whole life. Without thinking, he extends his hand for her to and produces the generic response his mother’d trained into him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Ms..”

She takes his hand, but looks a little surprised about doing it. “Hargrove. But we don’t have to do formalities.”

“Right.” It feels awkward to Steve, but judging from the laid back attitude of the women, it’s not a universal sentiment. That only makes it more embarrassing, to be the only one bothered by it.

His aunt leans back in her chair, tapping the ash of the end of her cigarette and tells him, “Go ahead and grab a chair Stevie.”

He straightens his back out and scans the yard, expecting a chair to already be propped open somewhere. The confusion must be apparent on his face when he finds nothing but grass and more grass, because his aunt specifies, “By the shed, kiddo.”

His parents always told him they weren’t allowed to have lawn furniture except the pool chairs cemented to the ground, because they said it didn’t fit the lifestyle they tried to lead. Even the concept of a shed would’ve been insulting to their tastes.

He's done enough growing up to know now that they were just afraid to look too much like they were people who lived in rural Indiana instead of in true big city luxury. They couldn’t risk seeming too much like they weren’t in the upper middle, it would be a disgrace.

The contrast between that and just sitting out there and not having his guard up is so, grounding. Not having anything at all to do but just, sit and appreciate instead of performing and worrying, it’s a lot to take in at once.

He was so nervous the whole way up, even though it was his aunt and he already knew she was nice, that they wouldn’t get along, since that’s the way things always were with his own mum, and lord knows he hardly ever even spoke to his father.

But it’s really not tense at all, actually, it’s sort of the opposite. For once in his life he feels free of expectations, and takes the moment to just exist. Ruthie and Stephen Sr. had long ago made sure that was a concept he could barely understand.

It’s not too long after that that the screen door to Maria’s side of the house swings open, scaring Steve so bad he almost tips his chair over as he startles.

There’s a boy who he’s guessing is about his age leaning out the door, but from the distance he’s at and with how dark it’s getting, Steve doesn’t see much else about him. “M back momma.”

“Okay baby.” The screen door clicks shut again in the next moment, and Maria offers Steve an apologetic smile “You’ve gotta excuse my Billy. He’s not too good with other kids.”

“No, it’s alright.” He assures her, like a polite social butterfly should.

Maria goes in a little while after that, and Margaret and Steve follow suit, since the sun’s almost all the way down.

But Steve’s curious now. He wants to know more about the boy, Billy, he thinks was what Maria called him. It’s only right to wonder, being that they’re neighbors now and all.

It gets brought up later that night, when they’re watching TV on the couch, a thrifted, feather stuffed thing he thought was simultaneously the most hideous and most comfortable thing he’d ever sat on.

“I didn’t know you had neighbors.” He’d been trying to work himself up to talking about it, sitting in the corner of the couch in a little ball and picking at his nails as he worked up his courage.

It was funny, being so nervous over casual conversation, but he guesses he could blame his parents for that one.

His own mum wouldn’t have even paid him any mind, at most pretending to listen while her eyes stayed trained to the television or magazine or coworker in front of her and hummed a non committal response, but Margo turns her whole body on the couch to face him while she answers him, with a complete sentence even. “Oh, people used to come and go all the time over there.”

“How long have they been here? Maria and her son?”

She thinks for a moment, a little surprised at her nephew's interest in the topic of their neighbors. “I don’t know, probably about a year or so now.”

“What’re they like?” He comes across as maybe a little too eager, and his aunt notices.

“What’s got you so curious?” There’s a teasing bit of reprimanding in her tone, just enough to suggest that she knows he’s being a nib-nose, but doesn’t mind it.

And he feels himself flush, because he is being nosy. To try to save face just a little, he comes up with an excuse that isn’t quite a lie. “Nothin’, just knew all my neighbors back in Hawkins, I guess.”

But she wasn’t upset with him, it wasn’t her intention to get him to shut up, like it would’ve been had he heard the same thing from one Ruthie Harrington, so she answers that question too. “I don’t know, they’re nice, sort of reserved, but I’ve never had any problems with them.”

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The two boys are properly introduced for the first time the next morning, when Steve goes out to fetch the mail for Margret. It feels like the least he can do for bumming off of his aunt.

Stepping out on the porch just shy of 8 in the morning and not seeing dewey grass, or the early sunshine muted behind rolling fog and dreary clouds is something he’s going to have to get used to.

Summers in Hawkins were always muggy, full of thunderstorms and unpredictably dreary days. San Francisco is so bright, so different, and such a relief.

While Steve basks in it, the already warm breeze and the sun shining bright, the neighbors’ door opens up and Billy comes out to do the same, standing on his tip-toes to reach up into the mailbox beside the door, holding a traveler's mug of coffee in the opposite hand.

When he turns around to go back inside, Steve, staying true to wanting to get to know the other boy better, has taken a few steps closer, and has extended a hand for Billy to shake, the same sort of introduction panic he’d felt last night.

But, Billy, seeing that his hands are a bit preoccupied by a stack of bills and a cup of coffee, just offers a sheepish smile.

Steve settles for a formal introduction without a handshake, though it’s still too stiff an interaction to really get to know him beyond the awkward new rich kid in town. “Hi. My name is Steve Harrington. I’m uh, I'm your new neighbor.”

“Pleasure to meet you Steve Harrington. M’Billy” They stand there, neither of them making any move to do anything but just look at one another. Billy clears his throat and shakes the coffee cup towards Steve, sensing that maybe this was the place for hospitality. “You want some? My momma always makes too much.”

“No thanks. I’m uh, allergic to coffee beans.”

“Huh.” He seems amused by that, scrunches his nose up like he doesn’t believe it, and Steve wants to curl up and disappear. “I’ll see you later then, Steve Harrington.”

He watches the other boy turn back to leave after that, and still sort of just stands there before his brain comes back on and he realizes he should say something in return. “Right, uh, bye.”

It’s just a moment's passing, but Steve can’t get the interaction out of his head.

He chalks it up to being nervous that his new neighbors won’t like him, the fear that Aunt Margo will send him back to his parents if he can’t get along here, and that makes logical sense, except, what he’s caught up on is Billy’s crooked smile, and his blond curls that lay just past his ears, messy from just waking up and bleached from the sun, and the spatter of dark freckles across his nose.

First full day in California and he has a crush on the neighbor kid. He can’t believe himself.

There isn’t very much time to mull that fact over though, because, over breakfast, what his aunt calls her ‘special occasion breakfast’ of cinnamon rolls with ice cream, she tells him she’s going to do some errands today.

And that’s alright, he tells her he’ll be fine all by himself, and he is, for the first few hours, but the more time she’s gone, the worse and worse he starts to feel. It’s that worry again, that deep rooted fear that he’ll be left alone forever.

Experience has taught him to try to calm himself down, to catch his breath and try to focus on the fact that he knows he’s being irrational, but those techniques don’t cut it, as they often don’t, and he’s sending himself further into a panic attack trying to think too hard about it

Sitting inside, he gets stir crazy, feels suffocated by everything that had before been inviting to him, so he goes for some fresh air out front. Watching the road for so long, just waiting for the Oldsmobile to pull up, he starts to feel antsy again, so he goes out back where it’s quiet instead.

There’s a glider on the porch back there, an old rusty thing that squeaked every time Steve rocked it forward or back, but the calming motion of it is probably the only thing keeping him from spiraling too far.

He doesn’t really know what time it is anymore, only that he’s hungry, and that the sun’s going down, and that he’s been sort of zoned out back there for a long while. He feels hot and cold at the same time, and he’s lost in his head.

The sound of a screen door gently tapping against the side of the house brings his eyes up from the spot on the ground he’d been staring at with tears in his eyes, but it isn’t his aunt Margaret coming home, it’s just Billy.

With his hands stuffed in his pockets, leaning against the wall between the back doors, he says real quiet like, “Momma told me to ask if you wanted some of the dinner she made.”

He shrugs. “I’m alright.”

“I figured.” Billy looks at the floor while he tries to figure out how he wants to approach this. For a long moment, neither of them say a word, no sound between them but distant field crickets, until Billy asks, his voice quiet enough it barely registers in Steve’s mind. “You okay?”

If he’s being entirely honest, Steve doesn’t really know if he’s okay. He trusted his aunt enough to move all the way across the country with her, and yet he can’t manage enough trust to believe her when she said she’d come home from some errands? Doesn’t sound too okay to him.

But he’s not in Hawkins, he’s away from the people he knows for sure wouldn’t be coming back for him unless it was to pull something like they had and treat him like garbage. So in a way, he guesses he’s better than ever.

Unable to think of any words that might convey what he’s thinking, Steve just shrugs again, but Billy seems to get it. He sits down next to Steve on the glider and plants his feet so it won’t move, and so Steve’s attention will be on him.

Knowing he’s got Steve’s focus, since he looks over at him with glossy eyes, Billy tries to reassure him, “Your aunt’s a good lady. She wouldn’t leave you.”

“Who said I thought she would?” It sounds pathetic, wet and stuffy with the remnants of tears he hadn’t known were falling, but there’s a vulnerability he couldn’t hide behind even the toughest of masks that reveals he isn’t being honest.

“The way you watched for her car said enough.” It makes Steve feel exposed, having a total stranger see right through him, but Billy explains himself. “When my momma went out looking for this place, I was sure I’d never see her again.”

“Why did you guys move here?” If he was going to psychoanalyze Steve, he felt it was only fair to ask Billy a pressing question back.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me.” He deflects it back onto Steve in a way that might’ve seemed cocky, but it's obvious he’s just trying to avoid the question.

Steve won’t let him win this one though, maybe just to save his own ego, or pretend like he hadn’t been caught crying by someone he met that morning, or maybe it was just because he had asked first, but he wants Billy to answer, so he tells him, with the slightest hint of a bashful smile playing at his lips, “You first.”

“Stubborn.” He cracks a smile back though, and goes ahead and goes first at the other boys insistence. “My dad’s a real nasty s.o.b. Would get drunk and mean for no good reason, so momma took me and we high-tailed it before he did anything too drastic.”

He didn’t know what he was expecting, why he even felt like it was any of his business, and he doesn’t know what he should say to that.

For lack of a better response, he gives his own little life story summary. “My parents were rich. They didn’t want me, so they have the time of day for me. No matter what I did they punished me for it, grounded me, hit me, sent me to Christian school, until they just got sick of me, I guess.”

“That sounds pretty shitty.” Billy offered.

“Yeah, yours too.”

After a while, Billy, sounding for a moment like he’s a lot wiser than any 14 year old has the right to be, says “What matters is we’re here now.”

Steve feels so touched hearing that. It was so simple a thing for the other boy to say, but coming from Billy after he’d just shared what he did, it means a lot more than just basic condolences.

Hardly anybody had ever been that genuine in anything they said to him. Steve can hardly force a response out of his shocked mouth. As he looks over at Billy’s face, still turned up towards the sky, he sees all that meaning there illuminated by the stars, and he's able to mutter a breathless, “Yeah.” in response.

They both jump when the door flies open, and aunt Margo comes running over to Steve. Frantically she explains that she’d been trying to make sure everything was legal, only to find that some of Steve’s papers were missing, and they had to try to track them all down and get some of them faxed, and it ended up taking way longer than expected.

It feels nice to be understood. Just a few years ago his parents left for what was supposed to be a three day trip to Indianapolis, only they didn’t come back for what was almost two months. Once they were home they didn’t even mention it, just continued going about their business as usual until it was time to leave again. His aunt taking the effort to explain herself was already a vast improvement from that.

He lets her pull him into a big hug, accepts her apology as the air is squeezed out of his lungs, and when he pulls away from her, Billy’s gone.

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Finish reading on ao3! You can find this posted under the same title by ej_writer or as part of the hwol collection over there! Sorry tumblrs word limits deemed this too long!

#harringrove week of love #billy x steve #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #story by ej!#this is both a neighbors au and a billy lives with his mother au!#and there's no upside down!#you can also maybe probably read this as autistic billy! it wasnt intentional but that happens sometimes #if its a fluffy fic chances are 90% of the time someones going to end up neurodivergent bc my autstic brain can’t help it #disclaimer I think tumble deleted a paragraph or two from this so if it doesn’t make sense just go ahead and find it on ao3 lol #can y'all tell I've never left the midwest and was sorta just guessing what california is like #the closest experience I had to what I wanted the vibes to be like was growing up on my mawmaws property in the country #and thats deffo not even a little bit the same but hey. work with what ya got!#out of all of the prompts I think this'n turned out to be one of my favorites to write #its kind of all over the place but that's okay lol #lord knows I never intended it to be this long either #this is barely edited because i stayed up literally all night to finish this because I procrastinated it too hard haha

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moontours · 3 years

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YA Parent Trap AU: Tommy lives with Wanda and the rest of the Lensherr/Maximoff/Dane family, Billy lives with Vision. Vision is remarried to Virginia and also has Viv and Vin. Billy dyes his hair white while Tommy has to get an undercut. Billy has to learn how to incorporate all of Tommy’s mannerisms and speech patterns, Tommy has to learn about Billy’s nerd hobbies. They both actually do a pretty good job of pretending to be each other. But Viv eventually figures out Tommy isn’t Billy, and Luna works out that Billy isn’t Tommy. Jericho lives by Vision, and Tommy meets him while he’s getting a moment to himself to calm down from the weirdness, sees he’s into magic stuff (idk) like Wanda and automatically decides this random man he’s just met should be his step-dad. He’s right. Teddy is Tommy’s neighbor and friend and Billy instantly likes him! Except apparently Tommy’s got an undefined ~*thing*~ with this David guy that he neglected to mention to his twin and it’s stressing Billy out! David knows he’s not Tommy the entire time, he’s just an asshole. Teddy does not. Billy also has to deal with the fact that Wanda, the mother he loves and is so enjoying getting to know, is also suddenly engaged to some guy named Victor Von Doom!

That’s all I’ve got right now! I will never write this.

THIS IS SO PERFECT IM OBSESSED WITH THIS ALL OF IT BUT ESPECIALLY “david knows its not tommy the entire time hes just an asshole” AHHHH SOMEONE WRITE THE FIC PLEASE

#THIS PREMISE IS EXCELLENT #IM SAVING THIS SO I CAN COME BACK TO IT I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHHHH #🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#save #anon #asks

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steebharringt0n · 4 years

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Shadows of the Night | Vampire AU

dusk | night | dawn

Billy Hargrove doesn’t remember the last time he’s seen sunlight, or the last time he’s stepped inside a church. For over 500 years he’s been a vagabond, a wanderer, searching for a place to call home - until his travels land him in Hawkins, Indiana and his whole existence as he knows it is turned upside down.

pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader rating: m (blood, a tint of smut, abuse, language)

A/N: WOW SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO POST BUT THANK U FOR ALL THE RESPONSES AND FOR YOUR PATIENCE ILU ALL

Tagged: @killer-queen-xo @ephmrl-love @charmed-asylum @aillle8 @mattysheelies

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Part 2 - Night

You were panicking.

Your foot was glued to the gas pedal, racing to beat the clock as time continued to dwindle by. You cursed the long and windy roads in Hawkins, they felt like they went on forever.

Stealthily and quickly, you managed to switch out of your heels and fishnet stockings while driving, it was a skill that was now second nature to you. Reaching behind you, you grabbed your converse, shoving one foot in at a time while you pulled over a large sweatshirt over you, effectively covering the skin tight dress you had on.

As soon as you pulled into your street, you made a sharp stop before your house. Grabbing the makeup wipes from your glove compartment, you hurriedly erased any evidence, wiping the ruby red lipstick off your lips, and the fake vampire bite off of your neck.

Incidentally, you also managed to wipe away the concealer that hid the dark purple marks around your neck.

You ran your hand through your hair, trying your best to smooth out the large curls that bounced with every shake of your head. When you felt presentable enough, you finally pulled into your driveway. Your eyes were glued to the front window where the faint glow of the TV was illuminating the living room floor.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” you quietly muttered to yourself.

You threw your heels and fishnet stockings in the back of your car, grabbing your large purse that you had purposely placed there as well. Stepping out of your car, you composed yourself, trying hard to calm your frantic beating heart. With a deep inhale, you took the cautious steps up your porch, opening the front door and was greeted with the harsh scent of beer hitting your nose.

“D-dad? I-I’m home”

You tip-toed in the foyer, poking your head into the living room where you were met with the back of your father’s head, several beer cans were discarded around his feet.

You waited for a response, for anything, but were met with silence.

Silence was either a bad thing, or a good thing. You held your breath as you quietly walked over to him, your eyes shut as you pleaded to whatever gods above that he was passed out. When you finally reached him, you let out a sigh of relief.

He was knocked out, his mouth wide open with a half empty beer can in his hand.

You didn’t want him to spill the beer, so you gently reached over to his hand, trying your best to pull it out of his grasp but his other hand suddenly shot to your wrist, squeezing it tight. A yelp escaped from your mouth.

“You’re late” he slurred.

Your anxiety was through the roof, tears threatened to spill from your eyes. “I-I’m sorry Dad, Amber and I lost track of time at dinner, I promise it won’t happen again” you blubbered out, hoping that he’d believe your lie. He wasn’t easing up on his grip, but after a few seconds he threw your wrist back to you.

“Don’t let it fucking happen again” he hissed, taking a large chug.

You nodded quietly at him, your other hand gently rubbing where his painful grip was. You were sure to see marks on it tomorrow but you were an expert at covering up your bruises.

You soundlessly made your way upstairs, not wanting to rile him up any longer. You shut your bedroom door and rested your back behind it, sliding down and letting all the anxiety disseminate in that moment. You held your face in your hands, trying to remember to breathe through it all.

He wasn’t always like this. You have fond memories of a happy childhood, white picket fence and all. But out of the blue, your mother had up and left the both of you, claiming that this wasn’t the life for her. She had disappeared into thin air and you hated her for it.

It was then your father turned to drinking and started to blame you for everything. His problems at his job? Your fault. Your mother leaving the both of you? Your fault. His alcoholism? Your fault.

Everything in his eyes was your fault, you could do no right, even when you pulled the best grades in Hawkins.

You became his punching bag, his release for all his anger, his issues, and you had no escape.

You lifted your head back up and glanced up at the calendar that rested above your desk. November 7th had a large circle over it, it would be the day you turned 18 - it would be the day you finally could escape his wrath.

“Just one more week, just one more week and I’m outta here” you muttered to yourself.

You weren’t sure where to go, but you didn’t care. Since you were still 17 you weren’t legally allowed to leave the house yet. You graduated from Hawkins High with top marks but you decided to put university on pause - wanting to taste the world before you settled on school again. You had some money saved up from odd jobs here and there but you wanted to stay far away from the monster in the living room. He would effectively have no power over you and for the first time in your life, you felt like life wouldn’t be so bad.

You felt your phone buzzing, you pulled it out of your sweatshirt and swiped it open.

amber: hey u made it home ok?

y/n: yeah, i’m home thnx for checking up

Amber was your best friend, she had urged you multiple times to go talk to Hopper, but you knew it would just cause more issues than solve them. You were strong, you could withstand him for just one more week.

Your mind suddenly remembered the pale boy with the vampire costume. You quickly searched through your contacts until you found his name. Your thumb hovered over the texting symbol, debating on whether bringing a boy into your life would be worth it.

But something about him was … different … you couldn’t put your finger on it but he seemed off. He was incredibly gorgeous though, and you were surprised that he, out of all people in the party, paid any attention to you. Not to mention you had never seen the guy before, and everyone in Hawkins knew everyone.

“Fuck it” you said to yourself.

y/n: hey billy, it’s y/n from the party?

Instantly the text bubble appeared, you were surprised at how quickly he responded.

billy: hey gorgeous, sad to see you leave so early

What you didn’t know however, was that he was parked right across the street. His eyes were hyper-focused on your bedroom window. He was debating on whether scaling the tree or just watching you from afar. He knew it was a creep move but he didn’t care, he just wanted to make sure you were safe.

You let out a snort as you read his text.

y/n: ha, quite the charmer are you?

billy: i tend to charm the ladies here and there, what r u up to tonite?

y/n: bed, maybe watch some netflix, nothing too crazy.

billy: when can i see u again?

Billy was impatient, he had to catch a glimpse of you before the day broke again.

y/n: idk … we could hang tomorrow? maybe grab lunch?

An innocent lunch wouldn’t hurt you thought to yourself. What’s the harm in getting to know a cute boy?

Billy let out a huff, damn being a vampire.

billy: can’t, i’m busy all day and afternoon. maybe we can grab dinner if u want? i can pay ;)

You felt your heart start to race. Was he asking you out on a date? He hardly knew you.

y/n: r u asking me out on a date? lol

billy: if you want it to be

y/n: you hardly know me

billy: i can get to know you tomorrow night

A tiny smile appeared on your lips.

y/n: sure lol. pick me up tomorrow at 8. my address is 3843 willow lane. dont knock on my door just give me a text when youre here.

billy: sounds good, sweet dreams gorgeous ;)

You locked your phone and tossed it onto your bed. You stood back up, pulling off your sweatshirt and kicking off your converse. You unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the ground and pulled on a pair of cotton shorts and your Hawkins High sweatshirt.

You grabbed your laptop from your desk and walked over to your bed, pulling over the covers and settling yourself into the warmth of your comforter. You opened up your laptop and proceeded to open up Netflix to help you fall asleep.

Billy’s leg impatiently bounced up and down as he sat in his car. He watched as the light in your room turned off and as the light in the living room also turned off. He figured whoever was in the living room had also gone to bed, so he decided to make a move.

Moving stealthily and quickly, he ran over to your lawn, hoping that none of the neighbors would spot him. With his cat like reflexes he climbed up the tree outside of your room with ease, perching himself on a large branch that luckily extended out to your room.

His eyes scanned your bedroom, posters of different bands were hung up on your wall, a white desk sat in the corner, but his heart leapt when he finally landed on your sleeping figure. The soft glow of the laptop illuminated your face as you quietly slept through whatever TV show you were watching.

Even with your hair messily scattered on the pillow and your cheek pressed up against your arm you looked beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous. His fingers were aching to touch you, even if just for a second.

“Oh fuck this”

His hands found themselves on the bottom of your window, he gently lifted it up, opening enough space for him to squeeze into your bedroom. With a soft thud, he landed into your room. He waited a second to see if anyone or anything had been awakened by the noise, but luckily he was met with silence.

He walked over to your sleeping figure, he so badly wanted to crawl right beside you and hold you against his body but he fought strongly against it. He instead, sat right beside you, watching you as your chest rose and fell with every breath you took.

His fingers found themselves playing with the tendrils of your hair. He gently pulled back your hair to reveal your supple neck, but his eyes widened at what he saw instead.

Hot anger coursed through his body like poison. His eyes turned a dark red and his fangs promptly appeared. Billy was ready to attack, and your panicked demeanor at the party suddenly made sense to him.

His knuckles brushed up against the dark marks on your neck. The feeling of your skin on his hand sent shivers down his spine, it soothed his anger as it slowly dissipated out of him. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“I promise to get you out of here … if it’s the last thing I do” he whispered to you.

He felt you stir in your sleep, shifting around soundlessly. You cracked open your eyes as you felt a figure hover over you. You lifted your head up, looking around your bedroom.

But there was no one there, just the soft breeze of the wind rustling your posters in your bedroom.

You frowned, throwing your legs over your bed and walking to your window. You poked your head out, looking to see if anyone was out there, but you were met with the still of the night.

You shut your window close and threw yourself back into bed.

“Huh, must have been dreaming … “ you said to yourself as sleep quickly overtook you again.

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You awoke the following morning with a stinging pain in your wrist. You lifted it up, inspecting the dull ache as the dark marks began to stain your skin. You let out an annoyed sigh, walking over to your bathroom and promptly starting a hot shower.

After washing your hair and scrubbing your skin, you then did your usual routine of concealing your bruises. You popped some Tylenol in hopes that it would soothe the ache in your wrist.

You waited to see if Billy would text you throughout the day, but you were disappointed to find that he didn’t. You didn’t let it deter you from the date you had planned with him tonight.

You stayed in your bedroom for most of Saturday, only heading downstairs to grab a bite to eat. Your father mostly ignored your presence as you did his.

As it was nearing 8, you went downstairs to the living room to find your father still glued to the couch with a beer in his hand.

“Dad?”

His eyes were glued to the TV. He acknowledged your presence by letting out a grunt.

“I’m gonna grab dinner with Amber tonight if that’s okay … “ your voice trailed off as you anxiously chewed the inside of your cheek.

He rolled his eyes towards you, they were glossy and bloodshot.

“Fine”

You nodded at him, uttering a thank you and walking back up stairs. As soon as you reached your bedroom, you began to plan your outfit, You figured jeans and a cute top would be good enough for tonight. You kept your makeup simple, some mascara and lipgloss, you weren’t necessarily trying to woo him tonight, just getting to know him.

It was only a date anyways.

At 8 on the dot your phone buzzed, you were trying to play it cool, but you were lying to yourself if you said you didn’t feel a little excited. You hadn’t been on a date in a long time, let alone with a gorgeous boy.

billy: hey beautiful, i’m outside

Grabbing a light jacket, you walked down the stairs, trying not to seem hurried in front of your dad.

“I’ll be back around 10 dad” you told him as you left. But yet again, you were met with silence. You were trying not to let anxiety gnaw at your stomach, you refused to let your dad ruin your date. So you quietly left your house and ran over to the blue car that was parked across the street.

Billy was lucky enough to find a close friend of Walt’s living in the next town over. He had texted Walt around 4 AM to see if he could spot anyone who could house him for the next couple of days. Victoria Marino - a sweet old vampire who had lived for almost as long as Walt was happy enough to have Billy stay over. It had been years since she had company, especially a vampire stay at her home.

“Walt told me everything” she told him. Billy towered over her, she was a frail little thing, but was sharp as hell. She gently grasped his shoulders, “You musn’t give up on love Billy, fight for her. Finding your Beloved is a powerful thing for us vampires, human or not”

He was more than happy to have someone on his side - even though he knew Walt was still vehemently against all of this.

You caught him standing outside his car, a pair of aviators rested against his nose, his mouth in a wide grin. His heart sped up as you approached him, he instinctively wished to scoop you up in his arms and place kisses all over you, hold you close until the dawn broke, but instead he controlled himself as you stood in front of him.

With a soft smile you greeted him, “Hi”

He returned the smile back, “Hey”

He promptly then walked over to the passenger side, opening the door for you, “Our reservation at Enzo’s awaits for us”

You raised your eyebrows, “Enzo’s? That’s pretty expensive, you didn’t have to go all out”

Billy shrugged, “It’s no big thing, it is the nicest place in town”

You stared at him for a brief second, wondering why on earth this guy you’d just met was pulling all the stops for you. With the slight shake of your head you let out a soft laugh and entered his car. You gazed around in awe at how nice his car was, everything looked brand new, it even still had that brand new smell.

“Holy shit you have a really nice car” you told him as he sat down in the driver’s seat.

“Ah, you should have seen my 78′ Camaro, that engine purred”

“Big car guy eh?”

A smirked donned on his lips, “Yeah, I guess you could say that”

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The car ride to Enzo’s was filled with good music and Billy asking you 101 questions about yourself - which you didn’t mind, but you found it odd that whenever you asked about his family, he instantly changed the subject. Anything personal about him was very vague and very brief.

You didn’t want to admit to yourself that it raised warning bells in your head, you wanted to stay positive about the experience, hopeful that maybe this guy would be the one you’d spend the rest of your life with.

He was a gentleman the whole way there, letting you pick the music, not speaking over you, genuinely interested in everything you had to say. It was refreshing to say the least.

When the both of you arrived at Enzo’s he instantly ran out and over to your side, opening the door for you. He extended his hand for you to take and you took it, gently pulling you out of your seat.

He tossed his key to the valet parking, “Take care of her will ya buddy?” he patted the guy on his shoulder, handing him a 50 dollar bill.

fuck I think this guy is loaded you thought to yourself.

Billy wrapped his arm around you, the both of you walking step by step into the restaurant. The gesture made you feel all warm and tingly inside, for once in your life you actually felt safe around a male presence.

The two of you were quickly seated, Billy specifically asking for a private table.

“Of course Mr. Hargrove, please follow me” the host said.

With his arm still wrapped around your shoulder, you glanced up at him, “Billy, seriously, you didn’t have to go all out … you only just met me yesterday … “ you muttered to him.

He shook his head as he pulled your chair out for you, “No, please, this is nothing” he waved your comment off.

You sat down on the chair, watching as Billy came around and sat across from you.

The entire dinner went pleasantly well. Besides some things that made you raise your eyebrow (He told you he was deathly allergic to garlic, and he rarely ate his food, just picked around it). Billy was nothing but kind, warming and inviting to you. It helped that he was charming as hell, and by the time dinner finished, you could see yourself going on another date with him - which usually doesn’t happen.

The drive back to your house was filled with laughter and long talks. You both bonded over bands and artists you both love, about movies, about tv shows. You truly didn’t want the night to end. As he pulled up across the street from your house you hesitated on leaving, anxiety started to pool within your stomach, dreading to be back in the same house as that monster you called your father.

“This was an amazing night Billy, truly, the most fun I’ve had in such a long time” you told him.

He gave you a wide grin, shrugging casually, “Well what can I say?”

The both of you stared at each other in silence, your eyes moving down to his lips. Courage surged through you and you leaned towards him, your one hand placed on his cheek as you placed your lips on his. Billy was surprised to say the least, his blue eyes widened in shock as he felt your soft lips on his, but the shock quickly wore off as he melted into your touch. The warmth of your hand burned the cold of his cheek. You gently pulled away, nuzzling your nose onto his.

Breathlessly, he spoke, “Does this mean I get to see you again?”

You nodded, your thumb rubbing soft circles over the apple of his cheek, “Text me tonight?”

Instead of responding, he placed a chaste kiss on your lips. He wanted the feeling of your lips on his to last forever, and now that he knew he was open to kiss you, he never wanted to stop.

He watched as you got out of his car and made your way back into your house. Before you opened the front door however, you turned around, faced his car and gave him a small wave.

You shut the door quietly behind you, resting your body on it. You had a crush and it was bad. You were grinning like a fool in love and for the first time, in a very long time, things didn’t seem so bad.

You quietly then walked through the foyer until you reached the living room. The TV still on from earlier, and your dad still sitting in the same position. You poked your head in, “Hi dad, I’m back … it’s 9:45 … I’m early” you meekly announced to him.

He gave you no response as he continued to chug his beer. You took that as a good sign.

The minute you reached your bedroom, your phone started to buzz. Instantly you pulled it out of your pocket and smiled stupidly at the text.

billy: did u make it in okay?

y/n: yes im fine lol, i want to see you again … is tomorrow a possibility?

billy: hmm … idk … dinner was kinda boring … ;)

y/n: ha ha ha very funny

billy: of course we can meet up again tomorrow, id love to

y/n: great! i want to take you to the quarry, its amazing, u can see all the stars out there

billy: getting all romantical on me now?

y/n: hey you started this lol, besides a little romance with a cute guy never hurt anyone

billy: you calling me cute?

y/n: duh who else would i be referring to?

Your fingers had never been more glued to your phone. You spent all night texting Billy until you ended up passing out with your phone gripped in your hand. By the time you had passed out, Billy was already getting ready for bed. Victoria had been watching him the whole time as he sat in her living room couch, his fingers typing away furiously with every text he received. Billy swore he heard her mutter an ‘Oy, youths … ‘ at one point which made him chuckle.

It was almost noon by the time you had awakened, the sun beamed in brightly through your bedroom windows. You pulled your phone towards you to check the time but was surprised to see a text from Billy at 4:04 AM.

billy: sweet dreams beautiful girl … <3

The text sent butterflies swarming to your stomach, you threw a pillow over your face to cover up the shit-eating grin you were currently sporting, but a sudden loud banging from your door quickly dissolved all of those emotions.

“There’s no fucking food in the house! Make yourself useful for once and go shopping!”

Your father’s voice roared behind the door, instinctively you pulled the covers over your head, fearing that he was going to come in and hurl more insults at you. But when you heard his footsteps continue down the hall you let out a sigh of relief.

You then quickly got ready for the day, running out towards the local market and buying food for you and your father - not that you ate most of the time at home, you were always feeling too nervous or anxious to eat at home. So you always made excuses to meet up with friends to grab lunch or dinner at a cafe or restaurant nearby.

You were hoping to hear back from Billy throughout the day, but just like the day before he was silent, not a call or text from him. You tried not to let it get to you, you distracted yourself by cleaning up around your room, or watching a show on Netflix, but by the time the sun had started to set you finally received a text from him.

billy: hey beautiful, im on the way

Billy too had fallen asleep in his coffin with his phone glued to his hand. You were the first thing on his mind the instant he awoke - already forming plans for the two of you.

Victoria was kind enough to always lay a full glass of blood for him every morning. The last thing she needed was a love-struck vampire to go into blood-lust mode, there’s no way a vampire can control their actions when going into that head space. They become vicious, relentless and absolutely terrifying. It has happened to Billy only once before and if it wasn’t for Walt being around he was pretty sure that Billy would have slaughtered more humans than intended.

You swiped your phone to unlock it, fingers working quickly as you texted him back,

y/n: c ya soon ;)

You held your phone close to your chest when you realized that you were nowhere ready to go out looking the way you did. You threw your phone on your bed, quickly hopping into the shower and prepping your face. You kept your outfit casual again, with a pair of high-rise jeans, black boots and a cute sweater.

When you heard your phone buzzing, signaling that Billy was outside, you realized one important detail - telling your father that you’d be going out.

There was no way you were going to miss hanging out with Billy, but you knew that if you were to tell your drunk of a father that you were heading out without notifying him earlier, that there was no way that he’d let you out. You glanced over at your window, it was the only option left.

You opened up your window, poking your head outside. Billy watched you with curious eyes from his car as you shimmied out of your bedroom window, reaching towards the large branch from the tree outside your room. Once you were safely perched on the branch, you were able to quickly scale down the large oak tree. You landed softly on the grass, taking in your surroundings before making a mad dash to the car parked across the street.

Billy unlocked his car as you flung open the passenger side door, quickly sitting down and pulling the seat belt over you.

Billy wasn’t stupid - he knew exactly what was going on since he saw the dark marks on your neck. Everything started to make sense to him, your punctuality, the fact he wasn’t allowed near your house. He’d even caught wind of your anxious ticks, the way you bounced your leg restlessly at dinner last night, or how you’d constantly be glancing at the time on your phone.

He didn’t want to pry, it was a delicate subject to touch upon. He just wanted you to be safe - and he only had less than a week to convince you to come with him to New York.

Billy played it stupid to keep you comfortable.

“Sneaking out today are we?” he smirked as he pulled out of your neighborhood.

You let out a nervous laugh, rubbing your neck, “Y-yeah, you know how parents can be”

Billy wouldn’t know, he hasn’t seen his in over 500 years and Walt always let him do whatever he wanted, just as long as he played it safe.

“So, where is this quarry that you speak of?” he asked, pulling up his phone and opening up Google maps.

“No need for GPS, I can guide you there, just take a left at this upcoming road, then keep going straight until you reach Richland Road, then it’s just a straight shot from there on out. You can’t miss it, trust me”

He nodded at your words, pulling out of the neighborhood and following your guidance until he reached the infamous quarry - and you were right, it was the perfect place to see stars.

You eagerly stepped out of his car, your eyes gazing up to the dark sky that was illuminated by thousands if not hundreds of bright speckles.

In all of his 500 years of living, Billy had never seen such a thing. Sure he’d been all around the world, but he had never seen the sky lit up so bright until tonight. He followed you, stepping out of his car, his eyes glued to the sky.

“Shit, you weren’t kidding ... “ he muttered to you.

“Yeah ... I’m gonna miss it” you spoke wistfully.

His eyes shot back down to you, his lips puckered into a frown. “What do you mean?”

You broke out of your gaze, not realizing what you had just said. A half smile formed on your lips as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You rested against the trunk of his car, “I’m uh, leaving Hawkins, in about 5 days ... I’m turning 18 and I’m leaving”

There was a sense of hesitation in your voice, Billy heard it loud and clear. But the fact that you were planning on leaving right when he was supposed to head back to New York ... it was as if fate was working it’s magic. His heart wanted to leap with joy, but he played it cool, calm and collected. He joined you by the trunk of his car, resting his body against it as well.

“Where you heading to?”

You shrugged, “Don’t know, haven’t figured it out”

Billy nodded, still trying to play it cool. “You know, I have a place in New York”

You turned to face him, “Oh yeah?” There was a pregnant pause, “You propositioning me?” a slight smile spread over your lips, your tone turned playful as he blushed.

Billy shifted his feet, feeling the gravel dig underneath his shoes. “I - I ... you know, if you’re looking for a place ... I have a place you know? And New York is pretty cool, I could show you around ... if you want of course!”

You wanted to laugh at his bashfulness, how quickly he was able to go from Mr. Charming Man to a blubbering mess within 10 minutes. You leaned over to him, resting your head on his shoulder. Billy instantly froze the moment he felt your body heat on his. and became more of a statue when your fingers found his - linking them for warmth, but you frowned, squeezing his hand tightly.

“You’re so cold ... “ you commented.

You glanced down at the linked hands, and suddenly came the realization just how pale Billy actually was compared to you. You quickly brushed it off, continuing your gaze to the night sky above.

“Maybe you can join me in California ... get some sun in you eh?” you gently jabbed his side with your elbow as he let out a chuckle.

“I’ve thought about moving to California ... “ he paused as he lets his thoughts meander around his head. California was definitely on his list for places to live, but he couldn’t help but feel bitter at the fact that he couldn’t fully enjoy it. He wanted to learn how to surf so bad, to enjoy the beaches, to hang out by the boardwalk.

But he couldn’t do that without his Beloved by his side.

Your voice broke his thoughts, “Why didn’t you?”

He lets out a large breath through his nose. Sometimes he truly hated being a vampire. “Oh you know, life brought me to New York instead. Maybe one day”

You nodded slowly at his response. Silence then took over the conversation, the both of you just relishing in each other presence. You didn’t want to admit it, but a small part of you was falling for him - and falling hard. A constant battle between your heart and head was currently taking place, and your heart was in the lead.

You’re not sure why, but you felt a sense of peacefulness wash over you whenever you were with him.

But something - call it the universe, call it your gut, call it intuition, - was telling you to stay with him.

“Maybe New York would be good for me ... “ you suddenly spoke.

He glanced down at you, his mouth in a grin so wide you swore you saw all his pearly whites. “Oh yeah?”

“Give me more time to think about it okay?”

He squeezed your small hand. It burned the coldness of his skin but he was far too in love to care. He leaned his head over yours, placing a kiss on your hair.

“Take your time. I’ll be here”

And he was. The two of you were completely attached at the hip the rest of the week, texting each other nonstop, sneaking out to hang with him every night. At this point your father’s drinking has become more rampant, he’d be passed out completely by 7 PM, which gave you a sense of security whenever you sneaked out of the house.

The more you hung out with the blue-eyed blonde, the harder you were beginning to fall for him. Billy was a complete dork in his comfortable nature, you two would blast out cheesy pop songs and sing them at the top of your lungs. Or sneak into a late night movie where he would toss popcorn at your hair every now and then to get your attention. You wondered why he was never available in the morning or afternoon - but when you brought the subject up he would just casually brush it off, explaining that he had work to take care of.

Billy on the other hand, was completely enamored with you. He was sure that the universe did the right thing and made you his soulmate because there was no way in hell he was ever leaving your side - and he was desperately hoping you felt the same way.

Of course things between the two of you got physical. If you both weren’t out doing something, you’d both be out at the quarry, usually in his backseat with his hands underneath your shirt and your fingers tangled in his short curls. He didn’t want to pressure you to go all the way - that would come when it came - but my god was he finding it harder to control himself around you.

It was November 6th - a day left - when the both of you were fooling around in the backseat of his car. Your thighs wrapped around his waist as your hands found purchase on his face. His lips were everywhere - he could feel your pulse race, your blood run, with every breath you took and it was taking everything in his power not to sink his fangs on your tender neck right there and then.

You pulled away from his lips, gazing into his eyes as you rested your forehead on his.

“I’m coming with you. To New York”

Your announcement almost made his heart stop. He gently pulled away from you, an incredulous look on his face, “A-are you serious?”

You bit your bottom lip to keep you from exploding from excitement, but you nodded happily at him. “Yeah, I’ve never been more sure before in my life.”

“Shit. Y/N. We have to celebrate!” He exclaimed. You swore you had never seen a man so happy before. You giggled at how boyishly happy he suddenly turned.

“Slow down there Casanova ... I still need to pack, get all my things together”

“Right, right, yeah, of course” he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to let the news sink into him.

His plan actually worked. He couldn’t wait to tell Victoria and to show boat to Walt.

You gently ran your fingers through his hair as it got quiet in the car. Your eyes filled with love as you gazed down on him. The moon was full tonight, and the bright light that it emitted shone through the car - illuminating Billy. He seemed much more paler than the last several days, and you were starting to wonder if he needed go to see a doctor.

“What?” he questioned urgently, “Do I have something on my face?”

His hands quickly shot up to his face, touching around. You giggled, shaking your head.

“No, you just look really pretty under the moonlight”

A smile spread upon his lips. His hands then reached up to your cheeks, stroking them softly.

“You’re beautiful Y/N. I hope you know that”

You let out a small laugh, “Billy, you tell me that all the time”

“I know but just in case you ever forgot ... “

You shut him up by pressing your lips onto his. He instead found it hilarious to drop his hands from your cheeks, and to squeeze your sides. You pulled away from him as laughter erupted from your mouth, throwing your head back and trying to wiggle away from his grasp. The effort came to be fruitless as you were caught between his body and the back of the passenger seat.

His actions finally stopped, letting you take a moment to catch your breath. He marveled at the way your cheeks glowed a rosy red, and how your eyes twinkled brightly under the moonlight.

You glanced over at the clock on his car, your eyes widened at the time.

“Shit. It’s late. I need to get back”

You pushed yourself off of him, adjusting your shirt and straightening your hair back down. The both of you stepped out of his car to move back up to the front. The entire way back Billy was animatedly talking about all the places he’d take you in New York - but in reality his mind was reeling, wondering how he was ever going to explain to you what he truly was - and if you were to ever accept him.

It was a risk he was going to have to take, and a risk that he was willing to die for.

He pulled up near your house, remembering your strict instructions to never pull up in front of your house.

“I’ll pick you up as soon as the sun sets okay? I’ll be finished with work by then, and we can make it a night trip” he told you.

You nodded happily at him, leaning towards him and pressing a kiss on his cheek. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight ... I’m too excited”

“Happy early Birthday Y/N. I promise tomorrow will be a day you’ll never forget”

He grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss. You in return squeezed his hand before you exited out of his car and headed towards your house.

There was an extra hop in your step as you approached your front door, quietly unlocking it with your key. You entered your foyer, your head turning to face the living room, fully expecting to see your father passed out.

But he wasn’t there.

Fear ran it’s cool claws down your neck as panic began to set in. You ran into the kitchen, hoping to see him rummaging in the fridge for another beer. But he wasn’t there either.

You quickly ran up the stairs and ran straight into your room. You swore you had never felt such a sense of fear enter your body than when you saw your father sitting on your bed, his face completely stoic, his eyes blurry and red.

“D-Dad - “

“You little whore”

It was as if venom was pouring out of his mouth whenever he spoke. His eyes darted over to you as his mouth turned into a nasty snarl. He slowly stood up, walking over to you with his fists clenched by his side.

You began to hyperventilate as he towered over you. Your eyes filled with tears as you avoided his death glare.

His hands shot up and grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, pining you to your bedroom door as you yelped in pain.

“You think I’m fucking stupid huh? You think I haven’t seen you sneaking out for the past couple of days like some fucking slut?!”

You quietly sobbed, squeezing your eyes shut as he pinned you harder to the door.

“Answer me!”

He pulled you up, you felt your feet leave the ground as he threw you across your bedroom. Your body landed with a loud thud, spraining your wrist in the process. You let out a loud and painful wail, he watched you with a sick grin on his face as your body was wrecked with sobs.

Shakily, you reached for towards your pocket, pulling out your phone. Your fingers worked nimbly as you found Billy’s name through your texts. You hit the call button and slid your phone under the bed before your father could come and snatch it from you.

You tried pulling yourself up, but pain shot through you as you applied pressure on your wrist, bringing you back down to the floor. Your father stalked over your body as you desperately tried to crawl away from him.

Billy was stopped at a red light when he saw his phone light up with your name on it. With a soft smile, he picked up the phone, “Hey gorgeous miss me - “

“Billy! Help!”

His blood ran cold at the horrific sound of your voice.

“Y/N?”

He heard a loud thud, then followed by an ear-shattering scream. Without even thinking, he pulled a U-turn at the light, his foot pressing hard onto the gas pedal as he was reaching speeds of 90 MPH to reach your house in time. His eyes were turning a dark red, his fangs were fully visible.

There was no stopping in him getting him to you. He would slaughter anyone who would stand in his way.

He stopped his car in front of your house and darted out his car door. He was moving so fast it was as if a wind breeze was passing by. Using his shoulder he broke down the front door and ran up the stairs to your bedroom where he was met with a gut-wrenching scene.

Your father was on his knees, tears pooling out of his eyes as he sobbed over your unconscious body. Your body was splayed out on your bedroom floor, blood trickling down your nose and out of the corner of your head. Your father was too drunk to even realize that Billy had walked into the bedroom, but before he could even glance up Billy had thrown himself on him - pinning him down the floor.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Billy roared at him.

Your father continued to cry as Billy’s fingers squeezed his neck, cutting off his air circulation.

“I - I ... “

But before he could formulate a sentence, Billy had already sunken his fangs into him.

Your father screamed as Billy drained him from all the blood of his body. Leaving the man as a hollow shell, pale and empty. Billy pulled away from him, his body relishing the taste of human blood. He licked his lips, not wanting to drop a single taste a blood from the feeding.

After he was sure he drank all that he could. He ran over to your body, gently lifting your head onto his lap.

“No, no, no, no, Y/N, wake up, please wake up ... “

He put two fingers on your neck, trying to find any indication that you were still alive. He faintly felt a pulse - but he knew that your father had done too much damage.

He had failed you - he had failed to keep his promise.

He let out a whimpering sob, holding your limp body into his arms. Billy knew he could save you, but would you ever forgive him?

He had to make a decision - and quick.

So he scooped you into his arms, bringing your neck to his mouth.

“I’m sorry Y/N ... please forgive me”

He sunk his fangs into your neck and prayed that you would survive the next 24 hours.

#Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x you

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hope-for-olicity · 5 years

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - October 4th, 2019

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them. This and all previous Fabulous Olicity Fanfic posts can be found on my blog.

Our Version of Events multi-chapter WIP by @machawicket and @geneeste - Action star Ollie Queen is trying to clean up his image and land parts that require him to do more than appear shirtless while fighting stuntmen. Pop star Felicity Smoak wants to be seen as an adult in time for the release of her new, grittier album. And talent manager John Diggle’s got an idea about what coverage of Oliver and Felicity’s brand new (and totally fake) romance could do for them both. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8025382/chapters/18375349

Mothers Know Best multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - Since they have been kids, they have been best friends. Since they have been friends, their mothers wanted them to be together. After coming back from the east coast, Felicity takes over a position at Queen Consolidated, the company her best friend will soon take over from his father. Their mothers still jjpush for them to be together, and they seem closer to that goal than ever because wedding bells are ringing. The only problem is that they both plan to get married to someone else. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18921118/chapters/44918146

Broken Bones, Mended Hearts multi-chapter WIP by andachippedcup - After a car crash leaves Oliver with a traumatic brain injury and unable to see, he finds himself hospitalized in a semi-private room. Though he can't see her, he takes comfort in speaking to his neighbor on the other side of the curtain: Felicity, recently hospitalized for a fractured neck, leaving her in traction and unable to move. Together, they help each other heal. [Olicity Summer Sizzle - Neighbors AU] https://archiveofourown.org/works/20057098/chapters/47499772

Helplessly Wrecked multi-chapter WIP by @cruzrogue - A very smart, passionate, woman. Worked to get her dual masters from MIT, it may have taken longer being a mother of triplets but at least she has her mother’s support. Oliver Queen still has a yacht incident and was marooned for shorter time frame on a real deserted island. He never flunked out of his Ivy League schooling and is a very sought-after bachelor. His relationships never last more than half a year and is known to throw himself into his work. His motto ‘work hard play harder’. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19194103/chapters/45628978

Will Fate Allow? multi-chapter Complete by @mindramblingsfics - Seeing her parent's marriage dissolve at a young age made Felicity yearn for a healthy marriage of her own. She thought she'd finally found what she was looking for when Billy Malone showed up offering her what her heart desired. She thought she was happy and had everything she could want, but things began to unravel. Slowly she turned to someone who had become an unparalleled constant in her life...Oliver Queen. Oliver and Felicity are the definition of polar opposites. He is the mob boss that strikes fear in the hearts many, while she is seen as the sweet girl next door, but there is more to both of them underneath the surface. Along the way, they become connected to one another leading to their lives being intertwined forever. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16521596/chapters/38699951

The Way Back Home multi-chapter WIP by @it-was-a-red-heeler - When Moira Queen agreed to pay the ransom money to get her beautiful boy back she was told to keep silent and wait for instructions. She’s heard nothing for a week. Meanwhile, halfway across the country Felicity Smoak meets a homeless man with beautiful blue eyes. And no memories. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18647716/chapters/44221912

Olicity Prompt: I Had to See You Again by @originalhybridloverfics - prompt, Oliver arrives on Felicity's wedding day https://originalhybridloverfics.tumblr.com/post/188014616609/olicity-prompt-i-had-to-see-you-again

Time for a Story multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. YOU NEED THIS STORY IN YOUR LIFE. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

Won't End Well multi-chapter Complete by @fellicityqueen - The engagement is, admittedly, a poorly thought out last ditch effort to save both of their companies from completely flatlining. But, in her defense, it was Oliver’s poorly thought out last ditch effort and Felicity just ended up along for the ride. His mother insisting he bring his new, mysterious fiancée home for the holidays was an unforeseen event she had not prepared for. Now, she’s stuck in the mountains with the Queen family and their friends and little to no cell phone reception. Needless to say, this won’t end well. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12877644/chapters/29416194

Providence multi-chapter WIP by @so-caffeinated - Will Queen has struggled in silence in the year since he was shot. But when a shadowy crime lord known as Domino targets the only woman Will’s ever truly loved, fate forces him to confront his demons in ways he never could have imagined… Whether he wants to or not. Amelia Prescott has fought to take control of her life since learning two years ago that her personal and professional worlds were manipulated by others. But nothing can prepare her for just how hard she'll have to fight to set her own course, especially when her heart belongs to a damaged man and a crime lord threatens her every professional move... And her life. Destiny brings them together, but as chaos reigns and personal demons haunt Will and Amelia both, it may also threaten to tear them apart. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17919056/chapters/42308753

little wonders (twists and turns of fate) multi-chapter Complete by @alexiablackbriar13 - Oliver and Felicity's drunken mistake of a hook-up in the bunker comes with unexpected consequences in the form of a... souvenir. Deciding to remain romantically uninvolved, the two of them will have to battle all the trials and tribulations of maintaining a platonic relationship while Felicity is pregnant and the two of them are living together, coping with all the emotional baggage that they both bring to the table - and dealing with the fact that they are still very much in love with each other, but scarred by the events that broke them apart in the first place. https://archiveofourown.org/works/19436164/chapters/46256896

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dead-night-harringrove · 5 years

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Pet Sematary AU. Billy dies and Steve buries him in a cemetery that brings dead things back to life.

ST3 Spoilers, blood, graphic animal death, morally ambiguous necromancy, MCD

It’s not the first time the thought has crossed Steve’s mind. In fact, he finds himself thinking about it more-so now than he ever did before. He finds the thought standing at attention at the forefront of his brain, as he walks numbly to where Max sobs into Billy’s chest.

The blood soaking his shirt, running down his nose and mouth, too much of it, throws Steve’s memory back to when he was eleven years old.

Steve’s mother is in the house, watching something on the old TV. His dad isn’t home, and since his mother was tipsy at the best of times, he’s free to run around outside and play with his dog,

The dog is an Australian Shepherd named Bongo, full of just as much energy as Steve and the same curiosity for everything. It’s what bonds them so closely together.

They’re playing fetch near the end of the driveway when Steve throws the ball a little too hard by accident, and it goes bouncing down into the road. Bongo, naturally, goes chasing after it even as Steve calls for him and tries to run and catch him. Steve hears the sound of a truck horn blowing, skidding tires, a sharp yelp that he’s never heard Bongo make. He hears everything before his mind caught up with what he is seeing.

The truck takes off, speeding and obviously trying to flee from the scene so they wouldn’t have to deal with the ẩ̵̬̉͝ftermath. Steve runs down to the road, looking around to see where Bongo had went. He hears a quiet whimper, and runs over to the ditch across the road.

His beautiful best friend, the only pet he’s ever had, who’d comforted him in the long absences of his parents where only nannies filled the space of the house, ia nearly unrecognizable from where he lay crumpled in the tall weeds.

There are bones jutting out from his chest, his behind twisted at a terrible angle, and the side of his face is scraped raw and bloody from the asphalt. Steve screams for his mom to come outside, but she doesn’t. He drops down to his knees beside the dog that’s wheezing in pain as it struggles to stay alive. Steve pulls Bongo’s head into his lap as tears stream down his face.

He isn’t even aware when the creepy neighbor that lives in a house that looks abandoned down the road walks up until he lets out a scream when there’s suddenly a hand on his shoulder. Steve spins his face around to see the elderly man staring down at him and Bongo, who had stopped breathing seconds prior to his arrival. “I know somewhere we can go, young man. We’ll have your pup fixed up in a jiffy, you just gotta follow me!”

The man’s voice is eerie, hoarse with age but whimsical and too cheery to be staring at a mutilated dog corpse and a weeping child. The man scoops Bongo up in his arms, staring at Steve who feels compelled to follow despite being warned of stranger danger by the nannies. He doesn’t think the man wants to hurt him, especially if he’s going to try and help Bongo. With that, the decision is made and he trails after the man down to his yard and then beyond it, into the deep woods behind it and they walk and walk forever it feels like. Until they stop walking, in a clearing, and when Steve looks around he notices the clearing is lined in a circle of white stones, and there are mounds of the stones in certain spots along the ring. There’s no bird song within the circle, no breeze, nothing. It was like stepping into a void. His ears start ringing in the crisp silence, until he hears the shink sound of a shovel hitting the ground. Steve sees the man had placed Bongo down on the ground and was now digging a hole in the ring of stones. They were burying him? There was no hiding the fear in his voice when Steve says, “I thought you said you were going to help him!”

The man grins over at him, and there’s something dark in his eyes that scares Steve. He continues to dig, “Oh, we are going to help him, Stevie! But I need you to go out and collect as many white rocks as you can and bring them back here. We have to make sure the circle keeps its form.”

Dismissed so easily, and not knowing where he is, Steve decides to cooperate in case the man decides he wants to bury Steve next. He heads out and spends the next few hours collecting white stones and rocks and bringing them back. Once he had collected enough, the man gestures for him to stay put and then he picks Bongo up and places him in the grave he’d dug. Beckoning Steve over, they begin to fill in the hole with dirt even as Steve begins crying, both out of sadness and fear now. It was starting to get dark. They cover the grave up with the white stones, and now it looks just the same as every other mound in the ring. The man starts walking into the woods, and Steve follows, assuming he was going back. The man leads them out of the woods right outside of the fence at the edge of Steve’s yard. “Now, don’t tell your parents you were talking to me, alright? This is our little secret, no one has to know what we just did. And don’t tell them about what we did with the dog.”

Steve runs up to the door and goes inside, covered in dirt and blood and a haunted look in his eyes. His mother looks up at him from her spot on the couch, and then is immediately running over to him when she registers the state he was in. “Oh, baby, what happened? Where’s Bongo?”

“He, he… He ran off into the woods, I think he was chasing a, a rabbit… I tried to catch him, but I slipped and rolled down the hill. I’m sorry, mom, I’ll go get cleaned up and go to bed… do you think Bongo will come home?” He asks, and she sighs as she walks with him up the stairs. There was really no way to tell.

The next morning, he wakes to a barking sound outside of the house. He jumps out of bed and runs downstairs, swinging open the door and there’s Bongo, looking dirty and smelling off but otherwise he seemed to be the exact same dog. Steve calls him in, and the dog bounds up to him through the door. Steve swings it closed, turning around and kneeling down to hug his buddy. Only… there was something not quite right. Steve decides to ignore it.

Flashing back into the present. A few hours into it, after everyone has left the mall, Steve has something in his arms as he walks through the woods. It’s heavy. Billy’s head lolls against his arm, not yet stiff from death. Steve feels haunted as he walks beneath the dim light of the moon, knowing where he’s going as if he’s walked the path everyday. He reaches the clearing, eyes moving towards the stones he knows the bones of his real best friend from long ago lay beneath. He grabs the shovel he’d brought there earlier and lays Billy down by the ring, on the inside of it, just like last time. Steve goes to collect white stones first, making sure he has enough before he begins to dig. He digs for a long time, too long he swears. Not long enough, though. What he’s doing is sinful, regardless of one’s definition of sin. He feels a pit of blackness opening up in his heart the more he digs, but he persists. Keep going, he thinks to himself. You’re doing this for Max, he lies to his own soul.

Steve lays the body of Billy Hargrove to unrest in a grave in the woods on the night he died. Steve knows one thing for certain, though.

Whatever knocks on the Hargrove household’s door in the morning won’t be his Billy.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #st3 spoilers #tw: animal death #tw: blood

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(cataloging all my characters cause I swear to fuck I had more variety but alas)

1. First Character I made, face #11. Miranda Morgan, Collector and Trader

2. Made another one when, for some godforsaken reason, Rockstar turned my first face ugly (I logged on after about a year and her face looked totally different from the one I made). She’s “Miranda” in her early years- heavier, less good at things lol. She’s a bounty hunter (but not a good one). Also face 11 (they are the same person, natch)

3. Jesse Luna, son #1. A soft boy but tough when he needs to be. Fucking excellent at catching wild horses. Gonna go into Trading one day but can’t resist that Madam Nazar and got his Collector bag first. Face #19

4. Teddy Bell (both were sent to live with other families), son #2. Soft cause he was raised spoilt. Dumb of ass, good of heart. Aspires towards owning a moonshine shack for the aesthetic. ALSO face 19 (well they are brothers)

My next group.

5. Belle le Fleur. Bad Ass Bounty Hunter. Kicks 90 different kinds of ass. I thought maybe if I made an ‘unattractive’ character I could make them be without honor somehow. It was working, then she gave all that up to save the girl from ugly old Tumbleweed man (every time). She’s working her way down though. Face #16

6. Jackson Cody. Feral with a heart of gold? Same theory as with Belle, but he’s a fucking cinnamon roll. Also working his way down. Also face #16. (One day I’m gonna clean him up and he’s gonna marry Belle and they WILL live happily ever after)

7. Lucky Rose was from a Western au I was a part of and I had to make her, my beloved adopted dotter. I love her so much. She looks like a sweet little princess but she’s my only bab who WILL pull out a gun and shoot a motherfucker in a race (only if they shoot first) and then laugh over your corpse as she crosses the finish line. Yesterday some brawny player decided to sit on her horse and she beat the shit out of him right in front of God and everybody right there in Blackwater. Have I mentioned I love her? Face #3 because.

8. Cayo was a challenge I did with my nephew- we were each going to make a character to honor my dad, who would have been such a bad ass in the Old West. He is def a bad Mo-Fo - my first to reach low Honor and working his way through Sam Finch’s stuff. Number 19 AGAIN.

(omg I’m samefacing my boys the way I do when I draw HELP) ANYWAY

OK. So then I forced myself to do some things different.

9. Helene Boucher, who is the Rhodes Bounty Hunter lady’s sister (headcanon ok?). Father started out as a butcher, then spent a spell in California mining for silver where he found a pocket that made him quite wealthy. He quit while he was ahead and turned his earnings into a meat processing plant in New York. She was sent to Europe to be educated (as they’d given up on her rebellious sister) and came home to save her kin from the dirty nasty Wild West. Only her sister didn’t need saving... Now she’s working on being a Bounty Hunter herself though she spends a lot of time playing piano at Moonshine shacks and might end up doing that too. Face #4

10. Billie is the daughter of a scam artist preacher Missionary and his kidnapped woman wife. Her mother was among the first wave of Koreans who came to the United States via Hawaii. The missionary had gone to try and convert the native Hawaiians to his hair-brained version of his religion and ended up being run out but taking a souvenir in the form of a person (I don’t like him either). Unlike literally everyone else in the Old West, he failed at gold mining AND converting natives and headed east to the “more civilized” new England. When her mother realized she was pregnant, she escaped to Saint Denis, finding work at a restaurant, leaving Billie to roam the streets, dressed as a boy (for her protection). Billie pickpocketed, to bring money home for her mother, and it often landed her in jail, which angered her mother- who wanted better for her. When her mother remarried and was finally secure and happy, Billie took off to find adventure and get into trouble and stuff. Face #15

11. Antonio started as an attempt to make a certain celebrity, but when he got in the game looked nothing like what I wanted so I wiped him and started fresh. (ironically, people tell me this one looks like three different celebs, none are the one I was aiming for). Anyway I have no backstory for him other than he’s Italian, just a whole Himbo, and left New Jersey to find a wife but only seems to find trouble. Due to his always being matched with villianous bastard types, he is the lowest level honor I have. He has to do each Sam Finch quest numerous times cause he is JUST. SO. DUMB. I love him though. Face #2

12. Max is the son of an Japanese immigrant who came to Chiapas, Mexico, to grow coffee, and a Mexican woman (she lived on a neighboring farm). They eventually came to America and tried to run general stores across the Heartland but did not feel very welcome there and did not do well. They ended up in Saint Denis where they run a successful restaurant and Fish market. Max did not have a lot of supervision and was often bullied, but when he hit puberty all the work hauling fish nets made him huge and people quit pickin on him. None of this had an effect on his character. His momma taught him well and he is def my one character who will die to protect someone calling for help. People think him dull because he keeps his mouth shut but he knows four languages and is incredibly perceptive. I might make him a moonshiner for funsies. Face #20

(wow why did they get so much backstory? Trust me they ALL have a novel’s worth I was just inspired to get it all down while it was in my head.)

#my RDO ocs

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noona-clock · 6 years

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iKonic Fairy Tales: Snow White

A modern fairy tale series in collaboration with @cramelot - stay tuned next week for the next story featuring a new member! ✨

Genre: College/Neighbor!AU

Pairing: Donghyuk x You

By Admin B

🍎Part 1, 2, 3, 4

Once upon a time, a few years ago, right at the beginning of your freshman year of college, you had been in desperate need of a job.

Your parents had both tragically passed in an accident within the past year, and while they did leave you with somewhat of a comfortable sum of inheritance, you had to use most of it to pay off their debts as well as your school tuition.

So for the first few weeks of the semester, you searched the newspapers, you searched CraigsList, you walked around looking for ‘Now Hiring’ signs. But no luck.

Finally, a girl you sat next to in your History of Music class mentioned she was a nanny but couldn’t keep working because she needed to take extra classes and wouldn’t have time.

You immediately jumped on the chance, and she gave you the family’s contact number (though she was strangely hesitant, but you decided not to worry too much about that).

Fast forward to a couple of weeks later, and you were officially able to call yourself a nanny for five children.

Now fast forward to the present, and those five children had turned into seven.

Yes, seven children.

You liked to think of yourself as a modern-day Maria Von Trapp.

So, let’s introduce the little ones, shall we?

First, we have the oldest, and the smartest, Roy. He was, naturally, the leader of the bunch and liked to give orders to his younger siblings.

Second, we have Piper, one half of the first pair of twins. Maybe it was because she was so close to being the oldest but wasn’t and she was bitter about that, but for some reason, this girl was always in a pretty foul mood. There was a perpetual pout on her lips and a constant furrow on her brow.

Third, we have the other twin and Piper’s exact opposite, Otis. You had never seen this kid in a bad mood; he was always smiling and laughing and cracking jokes and looking on the bright side. Piper hated him, of course, so you always made sure to keep those two separate.

Fourth, we have Penelope. You... kind of weren’t sure what Penelope’s personality was like because she always seemed to be sleeping. Or wanting to go to sleep. You were forever having to hang her homework up to dry because she would drool on her paper.

Fifth, we have Eddie. He was probably your favorite (if you had to pick) because, while he wasn’t the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, he was incredibly sweet and very attached to you.

Sixth, we have one-half of the other pair of twins, Scotty. You were thankful you had already been around when he was born because, if he’d had to meet you when you started as the other kids had, you probably never would’ve gotten to know him. You’d never met somebody so shy and quiet, but you also had never met somebody so caring and kind.

Last but not least, we have Scotty’s twin, Billy. Ever since Billy was a baby, he suffered from severe allergies. The poor kid was always sneezing, and no amount of Benadryl or Claritin seemed to help. You had learned to always have a large box of tissues on hand whenever you were at their house.

It would be remiss of me not to mention the children's’ parents, of course, for they were your bosses. The father was somewhat -- kind of -- out of the picture because his line of work called for almost constant travel.

Why they decided to have seven kids when the father was basically always gone, you would never understand.

But, anyway.

The mother was around, though, and while she was very polite and one of the most elegant and graceful women you’d ever met, she...

Well, to be quite frank, she wasn’t the most nurturing of mothers.

She was fairly strict with her children, and she could sometimes get snippy with you if she felt you weren’t living up to her standards as a nanny. In fact, you and the kids called her The Queen when she wasn’t around. (Piper even called her The Evil Queen sometimes, but you always hushed her instantly.)

But she paid you quite well, and you’d come to dearly love all seven children, so you never even thought about leaving.

Suffice it to say, The Queen and her husband made more than enough money for a family of nine, and they lived in an incredibly large, incredibly nice house in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in the city. You always felt kind of weird getting there by bus, but you couldn’t afford (or even really needed) a car. Plus, at least three of the kids would always run down the driveway to greet you as you walked up. It filled your heart right up, even if you’d had a bad day at school.

Since you and the kids hardly ever ventured out of the house (except for some playtime out in the backyard every once in a while), you had never met any of their neighbors. You’d barely even seen any, in fact; it seemed rich people were either never at home or never left the house.

This afternoon, though, as you were strolling down the street toward your place of work, you noticed a moving van in front of the house next door.

It was still a wonder to you how anyone could afford such a huge house, but that didn’t stop you from being nosy. You glanced over as you approached The Queen’s house, your eyes widening as you watched the movers carrying in the most beautiful, most expensive-looking furniture you’d ever seen.

Wow. Were these people even more loaded than The Queen?

All of a sudden, a high-pitched voice calling out your name interrupted your thoughts.

“Eddie!” you greeted, your lips pulling into a huge smile when you saw his sweet face. No matter what, Eddie was always one in the group coming out to greet you.

Eddie ran up to you, flinging his arms around your middle and squeezing you in greeting.

“We have new neighbors,” Otis pointed out as he skipped down the driveway toward you. Piper was following behind him, her arms crossed tightly over her chest and practically stomping her feet.

“I can see that,” you replied, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Have you met them yet?”

“Well, only the son,” he told you. “But he’s a lot older. He said he’s in college, so he’s probably old like you.”

“Oh?” A rich guy about your age? Okay, you couldn’t stop yourself from being just a little bit jealous. You would give anything to be able to live with your parents and not have to worry about paying for college.

“He was super nice!” Eddie told you with a somewhat dopey grin. “His name is...”

“Donghyuk, you dodo,” Piper spat.

“Piper,” you warned, giving her a look which clearly said she shouldn’t be calling her brother that.

“Right! Donghyuk,” Eddie nodded. He was still hanging onto you, making it a bit difficult for you to walk down the driveway, but you could manage. “He said we can go over and play with his pinball machine any time. And the bowling alley!”

What?! A house which had a pinball machine and a bowling alley?! You almost couldn’t comprehend it.

“He does seem nice,” you replied as you rubbed Eddie’s back. “You’ll have to ask your mom about going over there, though.”

“Oh, great,” Piper muttered with a roll of her eyes. “We’re never going.”

“Come on, guys,” you chuckled as you all approached the walkway to the front door. “Let’s get inside and start on your homework.”

You greeted the other four children once you walked in and hung up your jacket, and they also proceeded to tell you about their new neighbors. All of them, even Scotty who barely spoke, were basically gushing about how nice and cool (and cute, according to Penelope) this Donghyuk was.

It made you very curious to meet him, to be honest.

But not even half an hour after you’d arrived, and thoughts of the new neighbor had already floated from your head.

I mean... you were watching seven kids, after all. Your focus tended to be on them and making sure nobody got injured in some way.

When the clock finally struck 7, and you saw the headlights of The Queen’s car coming down the road, you scrambled to get all the kids looking neat and put together; she did a daily inspection when she got home from work, and you’d learned quickly to make sure none of the kids had even a hair out of place.

“All right, friends,” you said with a clap. “Time to line up, your mother is pulling into the driveway. Eddie, come here, your hair is a mess.”

You licked your palm and smoothed the wild strands down, your brow furrowing. And then your heart skipped a beat when you heard the key in the front door.

You quickly pressed your index finger to your lips before clasping your hands in front of you and turning to face where The Queen would be in just a few seconds.

“I’m home,” she called out, sounding far more serious than any mother arriving home you’d ever heard.

“Good evening,” you greeted her, a smile plastered on your lips. “Homework is all done, dinner is prepared, and the children are ready for inspection.”

Honestly, you were so used to this little routine by now, you didn’t even think about the fact that it was really, really weird The Queen had her kids line up for an inspection.

Like... really weird.

“Good evening,” The Queen replied, returning your grin with a tight-lipped one of her own. Her heels clacked as she sauntered down the hall, arriving in front of Roy. She patted his cheek before moving on to Piper then Otis, Penelope, Eddie, Scotty, and finally, Billy.

“I assume there was no trouble with your teacher?”

The kids were homeschooled, taught by the most sought-after, exclusive, expensive private tutor in practically the whole country.

“No, ma’am,” all seven kids replied in unison.

“Good,” The Queen nodded. She then turned to you, nodding once to signal your release for the evening.

You quickly snuck a wave to the kids before tiptoeing down the hall, grabbing your jacket, and slipping out the front door.

You let out a soft sigh, breathing in the cool, fresh air and beginning your walk down the driveway. The bus stop was down by the entrance to the neighborhood, and on nights like tonight, you were glad for the walk. It gave you time to think and remember everything you had to be grateful for.

But just as you passed the family’s mailbox, you heard a voice.

“Hey,” it said.

You jumped a little, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest at the surprise.

“Sorry!”

You turned to see who the voice belonged to, your eyes landing on a very nice and sweet-looking guy.

He could only be Donghyuk, the new neighbor the kids had been telling you about earlier.

“Hi,” you replied with a polite smile. “It’s okay, you just startled me.”

“I’m Donghyuk,” he told you, holding his hand out toward you. You shook it and introduced yourself back.

“Actually, the kids told me about you,” you revealed with a bit of a smirk.

“Oh? Are you --”

“I’m their nanny,” you explained. You’d interrupted him before he could ask if you were their sister; you didn’t want to make him feel awkward by telling him you were, in fact, far too poor to ever live in a place like this.

“Oh, wow,” Donghyuk chuckled, looking rather impressed. “That’s a lot of kids.”

“It is,” you agreed with a little nod. “But they’re good apples.”

It seemed Donghyuk had a sudden thought because his brow furrowed, and he began looking around for something.

“Are you... how do you get home?”

“Oh, I take the bus,” you told him, gesturing over your shoulder in the general direction of the bus stop.

He immediately looked a bit wary, and you couldn’t help but think he was just too adorable.

“It’s getting dark... are you sure you feel safe out here on your own?”

“Yes, I’ve done it plenty of times,” you assured him with a slight smirk.

“I can give you a lift if you’d like.”

“I appreciate the thought, but I don’t make it a habit to accept rides from strangers.”

Donghyuk nodded, his worried expression morphing into an impressed one. “You’re smart. I totally understand.”

You nodded in agreement before letting out a little sigh and lifting your shoulders into a shrug. “I... should probably get going. My bus comes in, like, five minutes.”

“Oh! Right, sorry,” Donghyuk said with a bashful chuckle.

“It was nice to meet you, though,” you said, eyebrows raised.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

And then his shy smile turned into a full-blown one, and wow.

He was quite possibly the cutest guy you’d ever seen.

“See ya around,” he said as you slowly turned on your heel to leave.

Yeah. You sure hoped he did.

Part 2

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prettyboiiharringrove · 6 years

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Harringrove AU // Steve && Billy watch Queer Eye

i try and make one headcanon and then this shit happens

I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL

So for the sake of this it’s a modern au because I want like early twenties billy and steve

Okay but we need to talk about like queer eye is a seriously emotional show, and when it comes to being a queer person watching the show like it fucking hits you hard no matter the circumstances

So imagine being billy. Constantly thrown around, beat, spit on by his own fucking father just because he happened to be attracted to men.

Growing up and not being allowed to show your feelings, so being a robot with the idea of fucking respect hammered into your head and then only knowing how to get your emotions out through fucking explosive outbursts

And then fast forward to meeting steve and them reconciling and getting the fuck out of Hawkins

And they’re in their own little crappy apartment in cali but billy and steve fucking love it, it’s tiny and they’ve got weird neighbors and you’ve got to call the maintenance guy like six times before he even answers but it’s theirs and no one is going to take it away from them

And billy is happy with steve, happy to hold his hand and call him his boyfriend, but the whole like pride thing is hard for him because what does he have to be proud of? Like sure he’s gay and maybe that’s not horrible but neil fucking Hargrove is still sitting in the back of his head so like he’s trying but he’s not all ‘rainbow happy’ (billy’s words) like steve is

It’s like three years before he can even get billy to go to anything gay pride related but billy does and he loves it because for the first time he feels completely safe in a room. He’d only ever felt that with steve

But billy still lives in his head most days, “it’s fine that we’re gay but can we not show it off”

Most of the time anything queer related that comes up he watches to humor steve because he figures it means something to steve, so they go through the fucking gay section on Netflix, and he lets him put a fucking rainbow bumper sticker on the car but some days billy still doesn’t know how to face being a big old homo and the only reason he’s okay with it is because he could never see anything wrong with loving steve. One look at steve and he’s at peace, because it’s legit impossible not to fall in love with steve Harrington, fucking asshole

So he plops down in the couch, his hair wrapped up in a towel, another towel on his waist, and he ignores steve groaning when he sits on the couch and gets it all wet, ignores steve bitching over billy stealing his nachos and says “what’re we watching?”

And steve says queer eye and billy just rolls his eyes and grumbles. And steve pauses it and is just like “the fuck is your problem?” and billy is like “I get it stevie, like we’re here we’re fucking queer, can we fucking move on?” and in the past steve would have started a fight because billy is being an asshole but over the years he’s learned that billy is just being a shit because it’s one of those fucking days, so instead steve scoots closer to him, shoves more nacho’s in his boyfriend’s mouth and says “just give it a chance asshole”

And let me tell you what starts out as billy making comments about how hot they are progresses into “fuck off harrington, you couldn’t be tan if you tried, you’re a total bobby. Jesus fucking Christ, accept it, this is like golden girls all over again!” “fuck off I’m blanche and you know it!” “you are rose, you fucking dumbass”

and then billy is constantly crying and steve only points it out three times, he knows because his shoulder is bruised in three different places, before he learns to just shut the fuck up and play the next episode

“baby why are you crying?” “I’m not, fuck off Harrington” “you just watched karamo propose, didn’t you?” “…no?”

speaking of karamo, they start buying so many bomber jackets, like they start to outnumber the amount of denim billy has in the closet it’s become that much of a thing

“steve if you put another facemask on me I swear to god I’m not fucking you for a year” “you know that music video they did?” “how the fuck is that relevant?” “well you haven’t seen it right? I figured we could watch it” “okay and?” “Antoni wears a crop top in it. I’ll be getting dick in like twenty minutes” “just give me the fucking face mask”

“I just got called ‘the avocado guy’s boyfriend’ trying to buy lube. You need to stop” “name one antoni inspired snack I have made that you didn’t like and I’ll stop” “I hate you” “That’s what I thought”

Steve rearranges the furniture constantly. They’ve had new curtains at least three times in the last month. “We can’t afford all this shit you keep getting, pick a design and stick to it” “calm down I know a guy” “jesus Christ Harrington, people say that about their drug dealer, not some guy who gives you fake plants and crystal paperweights” “You said I’m bobby, so let me be bobby”

“you said you wanted more shampoo right? what kind?...no steve they don’t have that kind...yes i fucking know, no sulfates...stop bringing jvn into this i knew no sulfates before that...yes i did...pretty boy we got tied for best hair in our high school yearbook, i’m surprised you didn’t know the no sulfates rule...no, you’re full of shit...oh fuck you and you’re fancy hair, wash it with dish soap for all i care...i am not apologizing!!...fuck you steve...yeah i love you too...OH MY GOD YES, NO SULFATES GOODBYE STEVE”

okay take us to season two coming out alright, and they promised each other they wouldn’t watch it without the other but billy is an impatient child and he was totally gonna play the “you watched the first couple episodes without me, we’ll just rewatch them calm down babe” card, flutter his fucking eyelashes

but then steve comes home to billy with his knees pulled to his chest crying, with the show paused on lil antoni’s face (my angel watching my angel) and he’s going to make a comment about billy being a little shit but then he realizes this is big

like this is billy is shaking and crying so hard he can’t breathe big so he sits down next to him, freaking manhandles billy into his lap and just tries to calm him down and when billy starts breathing normal steve is like “baby what happened, talk to me?”

billy has been having a bad week, max called him bitching about some crappy thing neil said not realizing how much it would fuck with billy’s head, that was Tuesday, it’s Friday, and steve knows that he still doesn’t feel better. He knew that billy crying was somehow connected to that too but he wasn’t sure what he’d missed.

“it’s stupid” is all billy says before hiding his face in steve’s chest again and honestly steve’s wasn’t surprised because billy gets like that and it sucks but he deals with it.

He rewinds the show just a little, hoping that maybe that could help put some pieces together because what else is he supposed to do when he’s got a lap full of distressed billy Hargrove and Netflix as his only clue?

[Antoni] she thought her faith told her to judge somebody who’s gay. But she chose to see past that, and she saw the individual. She saw the person that her son is and she changed her mind. She says that it was a religious experience, but she made that choice. Not all parents do that.

Steve froze. fuck. his poor baby

She saw the person that her son is and she changed her mind.

Not all parents do that.

Their parents didn’t do that. Neil Hargrove didn’t do that. He let his hate determine his relationship with his son rather than let his son affect how he looked at the world.

Neil didn’t love Billy and seeing a mother that put away her prejudice to love her son could be comforting, or it could make the sting of things like Neil hurt even more.

“aw baby” “told you, it’s stupid” “honey it’s not stupid, that’s not stupid at all”

Billy and Steve stay curled up like that for awhile, until billy stops shaking and the tears stop spilling and he’s exhausted. “come on, let’s get you to bed, we can watch this later” “no, wanna finish it.” “you sure?” “yeah, she’s nice, wanna see her happily ever after or whatever” “alright but new rule” “oh, and what’s that king steve?” “you’re not allowed to watch it without me anymore” “thought that was already a rule” “it is, but you’re a fucking brat so I’m just letting you know I mean it”

billy loves steve for making things playful instead of dragging out what had happened. they both knew billy was hurting, they knew why, and they also knew billy was not in a place to talk about it so steve held him, billy cried some more, they watched one more episode, and then they went to sleep in their bed in their room in their apartment where neil hargrove could never hurt billy again

Steve doesn’t point out that billy has gotten a lot better about expressing his feelings after watching queer eye. Casually mentions that the show means a lot to different people, a subtle hint that it’s okay to care that much without calling billy out for it

Also imagine the boys meeting the fab 5

billy thinks he’d be so cool with the guys but if he ever met the fab five he would cry so fucking hard and cling to steve shyly and billy is in a crop top and combat boots and he doesn’t realize that he’s clinging to steve until he feels steve squeeze his hip and “you look so hot today” “don’t worry, I used the waterproof mascara on you” all the reassurance and praise

he thanks them like a lot and blushes and it’s so precious billy is not a tough boii he is a shy boii

steve is a confident protective proud boyfriend he will show off his boyfriend and casually chat while giving billy time to calm down

omg but billy feeling more confident because of the boys so like he lets steve play around with makeup on him and do fancy stuff with his hair and like I said he wears crop tops omg matching crop tops crop top boyfriends

“you better French tuck that shirt or put on a different one” “steve when I said I liked it when you got bossy this is not what I meant” “WWTD” “I know I know, what would tan do? Speaking of, change your fucking shoes”

#harringrove #harringrove au #harringrove headcanon #harringrove headcanons #harringrove modern au #this just makes me happy im not sorry #i did the thing #billy hargrove #billy stranger things #billy hargrove/steve harrington #billy/steve #headcanons #21STCENTURYBOIIs

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walriderhost · 6 years

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OUTLAST | HIGH SCHOOL AU

Miles Upshur and Waylon Park have been best friends and neighbors their whole life. Their parents work for the same company, the Murkoff coporation. They don’t really know what it is is or what they do, just that they make decent money.

Junior year they have to move though, because both their parents have joined a sub section of the company known as Mount Massive Innitiative. They move to Colorado. Miles and Way aren’t really upset about it though, because they get to move to Colorado together. The town of Mt. Massive Homestead is nestled into the side of the Continental Divide. They’ve moved to a nobody town. It’s got a population of maybe 10,000. Conveniently, the school’s name is also Mt. Massive High School and it’s the only one in a 20 mile radius. Because of this, it is decently staffed, and has a decent sized student body.

First day at school, they realize the freshman class is a whopping 300 people, and that the senior class is about 100. The Principal, Richard Trager, comes to greet them at the door. He seems kind of creepy but they both assume that’s just how it’s going to be in this town.

Luckily, the two have some of the same classes, so they don’t have to suddenly spend all their time apart. They meet some very nice sophomores, Blake and Lynn, who are very into conspiracy theories and cryptids. They have their friend Jessica as well, who’s a quiet freshman. Miles and Way decide she seems nice enough, though she’s definitely seen some shit.

Blake and Lynn warn them about Eddie. He’s the school bully, and a raging homophobe. They say that he probably gets it from his dad, who abuses him when he gets home, but no one really knows. Sometimes Trager puts a stop to it but other times he lets it slide.

Blake and Lynn say that his dad used to work for the abandoned asylum way back in the hills, and that he probably saw some shit there that messed him up pretty badly. They think the place is haunted but they’re not certain.

Another notable personality at the school is Chris Walker. He walks down the hallways and Miles can sense that he hates being looked at. Unfortunately, he’s an enormous dude. He has to be a super senior, right? The dude is 6 feet tall, and BUILT. Lynn tells him that in the past few years he’s packed on and lost weight at a crazy rate. Every month he looks different. He’s also wearing a letterman jacket, and around his neck Way spots a keychain.

Blake tells them that Walker is Trager’s right hand man in running the place. He’s the ‘hired’ security. As far as everyone knows tho, he was held back twice Freshman year. Everyone generally stays away from him. He’s half the authority around here.

Blake also tells him about another student: William Hope. He’s a senior and he’s lived in the town his entire life. They talk about he lives in one of the five trailers in the tiny trailer park at the edge of town with his mother. They grew up with him and the insist that he used to be one of the sweetest people in their class, until about Freshman year, when he started ditching class. Now he looks deeply tired all the time, and is sullen and meek. Lynn tells Mile’s he’s like a ghost of his former self. No one really knows why either. His mother, who used to be especially white trash, seems to be doing better.

When Miles’ goes to the bathroom in third period (to take a break from his History teachers personality (her name is Marta and she’s NUTS)), he sees who he can only assume to be William. Miles can tell if he’s skinny or lean, but he’s wearing a black button up and dark jeans. His hair is disheveled, and he’s just sitting in the stairwell by himself, reading what looks to be a journal. Miles wouldn’t ever say it aloud, but he seems kinda hot- in a tired and sad way.

[THERE IS A LOT MORE, including plot along the lines of the original game, but I will type it up later.]

Miles x Walrider!Billy, Waylon x Miles, Miles x Eddie, Eddie x Chris ensues.

#outlast #miles upshur #eddie gluskin #waylon park #camera shipping #!!!!!!!!!!!!!#walrider

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coolkat122 · 5 years

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Unholy: GenderbentRWBY x Reader AU Chapter 1

Unholy Won the voting.

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It was a beautiful day outside, bird were singing, flowers were blooming on days like these kids played to their hearts content but not me... I sat on the sidelines watching them have fun. I wanted to go and play to but my Mother needed me to run some errands which I was doing I was just waiting for her to give me whatever it was she needed me to carry with me.

"Here it is" She stepped out from our little house with the rosary I always see her holding and praying with all the time... if that's what she was looking for why did it take her so long? I don't recall her ever misplacing it a day in her life.

"Take this before you go" I nodded and took the rosary in my hand before grabbing the basket so I can go to pick some berries like Mommy wanted, apparently we were out and she needed more, me being the helpful child that I am, I gladly offered to do it.

I happily marched down the trail and into the woods to locate the bush full of those deliciously sweet berries, it took around ten minutes or so but I finally came upon them and wasted no time in picking them of course I helped myself to a few cause how could I not?

As I was about to head back I took notice of a rabbit and I don't know about you but they were my favorite animal but as much as I wanted to go and play with it I couldn't if I did that I would have to leave the basket so all the berries wouldn't fall out.

Just as I was about to leave soon more and more animals came running from the direction of my village, one of them looked like my neighbor's dog, my eyes followed after it as it ran pass me well it and ever other animal that did till it came to me that they were running from something in my village but what?

I dropped the basket and took off in my villages direction, hoping that I was worrying over nothing and the animals were just overreacting but when I got back I saw that there were Grimm in my village slaughtering everyone. Billy from the house over, Emily and her puppy, George and his family. All of them being brutality murdered right in front of me.

I saw a woman with a bow fighting of this really scary one that looked like it's body was attached to a horse, it was the most horrifying Grimm I've ever seen. I soon shock my head trying to make myself unafraid so I can go and look for my Mother.

It took a lot of willpower but I finally got my cowardly feet to move, I carefully went looking for my Mommy while trying to remain unseen and it wasn't easy, there were Grimm everywhere and some of the houses were completely destroyed. Leaving not that many place to hide.

My (e/c) orbs searched all over but still my Mommy was nowhere to be seen, I was about to give up hope when I heard her scream out in agony. Unthinkingly I ran off to her and saw a Grimm rip her in two her blood splattering all over me, I wanted to scream, I really did but it felt as though it were stuck in my throat as tears were brimming at the corner of my eyes.

I stood there shaking with my hands balled into fist and something wet dripping down my legs, once it swallowed her it soon turned it's gaze on me and even as it moved towards me I still didn't budge from where I stood. The only thing that my body allowed me to do was shake even more than I was before. Horrified that I was going to be next, that it would rip into me as they did my dear friend Emily and my Mommy.

But I didn't want to be next, I didn't want to die, I wanted to live, to keep on living but as things were going I didn't think that I would. It rise it's hand and was about to grab me but at that point I was so scared that I soon fainted leaving the next event blank and unanswered.

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"Who is she?" A voice coming from someone that sounded no older than me asked.

"Just another child from the lord Mathilda and I ask that you children treat her nicely when she wakes up okay?" I heard a bunch of yes ma'ms from voice ranging in age. Soon my eyes fluttered open and I saw a kind woman dressed in a nun's uniform with strands of light purple hair sticking out.

"Oh you are awake, how are you feeling?" I didn't answer her question as I took in my surroundings and realized that I was in a place I didn't recognized and there where a bunch of kids standing behind the woman except for one that was standing right beside her with long brown hair that hung down to her back and dark green eyes.

"Can she speak?" The girl beside her asked.

"I'm sure she just needs some time to warm up to us is all" The woman stood as she smiled kindly at me.

"When you are feeling ready you can get up and come to me for any questions you might have" She and the others soon left as I lied there recalling what happened and immediately regretting it. All of my friends and my Mommy were gone.... I was left all alone.

But despite all that I did remember I couldn't figure out how I got her all I remember was blacking out and now all of a sudden I'm here with people I don't know.

I reluctantly got up from bed after five minutes and went looking for the purple haired woman but I couldn't find her so maybe I was looking in the wrong place but I did come across that brown hair girl and when she spotted me, she called me over.

"Hey come over here" I was hesitant but eventually stumbled over to her as she still held a kind demeanor when I reached her, she pointed over to a room. "Sister Mary is in there if that's who you were looking for" I looked over to the dull white door.

"T-thank you"

"Not a problem" I went over to the door and sure enough there was the nun down on her knees praying. Just like my Mommy used to and I didn't notice it then but she looks a lot like my Mommy only her hair was lighter.... but she couldn't be my Mommy right?

"Why do you look like my Mommy?" I said disrupting her prayers which was rude but I wanted to know why?

"Oh it's you" She stood up from her knees walking over to me, placing a warm and soft hand on my shoulder.

"I don't know why I look like your Mommy sweetie but it might have something to do with the lord wanting you around someone you could feel safe with" I remembered my Mommy always telling me how god always tried to help us and keep us around something that made us feel safe and at ease even if we might not realize it yet.

So maybe the nun was right about that and if god really did bring me to her after losing my Mommy then maybe this is how they are both trying to look out for me? I don't know but I'll try to follow what my Mommy always taught me and pray that it works out from there.

"That's similar to what my Mommy would always say"

"She sounds wise" I nodded.

"She was".....

"Right let's go and get you something to eat it's almost dinner" She took my hand into hers as I followed behind and that girl from before came with when the nun and I left the room.

She introduced herself as Mathilda and the nun as Sister Mary, it only seemed right to introduce myself next and when I did Mary said that I had a lovely name and I don't know why but it made me smile for a bit.

When in the dinning area Mary had us sit down at a table as she talked to some old guy, the other children tried to talk to me but I didn't want to speak so they gave up trying.

Soon I had finished and as did the others, I kept my eyes on Mary as I watched her go about doing things and I still couldn't shake how much she looked like Mommy.

It came time for bed and I shared a room with a few of the other children while they were all fast asleep I was still wide awake thinking about the events that transpired today. I couldn't help but wonder if there was anything I could have done to save my Mommy or my village in general but nothing came to mind.

Then I couldn't help but think if this place would be next? What was stopping it from being next on the list? Would I lose this place as well? Or since this is the house of god and that makes it protected from the Grimm?

All of this swarmed my mind eventually tiring me out as I fell asleep, having horrible nightmares of this place being next and this time I didn't survive as the Grimm tore into my flesh and ripping out my bones.

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