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reanimated-alice · 11 months

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count on me | b.h. x gn!reader

a.n.: i wrote this instead of sleeping. sorry if it comes out a lot like my steve comfort fic. just needed some soft billy tonight.

warnings: fluff, mentions of blood, ab*se, bruises, crying

You knew Billy’s home life was rough. You’d seen the bruises, the black eyes. You’d heard enough from Max to make your own inferences.

You and Billy had been dating for almost eight months now. You’d been skeptical at first, having heard the rumors about him sleeping around and being a playboy. However, things were pretty great.

Whenever Billy looked at you, he visibly relaxed. The tension left his face and shoulders, his smirk became a genuine smile. Anyone could see how he felt about you.

You were pretty happy, too.

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Late one night, you were woken up by a tapping at your window. Ever since people started disappearing in Hawkins, you’d learned how to become a light sleeper.

Quietly, you crept over to the window. You pulled the curtain aside just enough to see through.

Billy was there, tapping against your window. It was dark, so you weren’t sure, but it looked like one of his blue eyes was darker around the edges than the other. Your heart sinking, you dropped the curtain and pushed open the window.

Billy was silent as he climbed into your room. You flipped on the lamp next to your bed and what you saw made your heart sink even further, if possible.

“Billy…” you breathed. His left eye was dark, his nose had dried blood underneath it, and the neckline of his shirt had blood on it as well. His knuckles were raw and bleeding.

He must have punched something on the way here, you think.

Billy sat on your bed, still not saying anything. You didn’t ask questions, just walked to your bathroom and grabbed your first aid kit and a wet washcloth.

You gingerly began rubbing the blood off of his lip and chin. If his nose was broken, you didn’t want to cause him more pain. Then you moved onto his knuckles, wiping them off with the washcloth and then pouring hydrogen peroxide onto the open wounds. This was the first time Billy made a noise since he’d gotten here.

You wrapped bandages around his knuckles and quickly ran downstairs to get an ice pack for his eye. When you came back, you stopped in your tracks.

Billy hadn’t moved from the spot on your bed, but his shoulders were hunched and his body was shaking. It was obvious he was crying.

Oh, Billy, you thought, your heart breaking for him.

Billy really tried to keep up his carefree, tough guy routine all the time. You were one of the few people that ever gotten to see this soft, vulnerable side of him. It was one of the things that made you absolutely positive of his love for you.

You walked back in front of him, handing him the ice pack. You went over to your dresser and pulled out the clothes he had left the last time he’d stayed over. It was just a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, but it had to be more comfortable than the jeans he was wearing now.

You knelt down in front of him, placing your hands on his knees. Billy looked down at you, his big blue eyes full of tears. You wanted nothing more than to take him into your arms right then and there, but knew you wouldn’t let go of him if you did. And you wanted him to be comfortable.

“Billy,” you whispered, caressing his cheek. Billy leaned into your touch and you wiped his tears away with your thumb “Would you change your clothes for me? And then you can get into bed with me?”

“Okay,” Billy said, his voice thick with tears. He stood and grabbed the clothes, walking into your bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

During the few minutes he was in there, you were able to start an incense stick and clean up the first aid kit.

Billy emerge from the bathroom with his clothes he came in in his hands. You took those from him and set them on your desk. You took his hand and lead him to your bed.

Billy crawled into the right side, while you were on the left. Once you were both settled under the covers, he pulled your body to him and buried his face in your chest.

“You can count on me, Billy,” you whispered, beginning to run your fingers through his hair soothingly. “I’ll always be here for you.”

Billy nodded slightly, making no movement to let you go. It was okay, though. You loved him, so damn much. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for him, and you knew he felt the same.

The both of you finally were able to fall asleep, wrapped in the other’s embrace, protected from the world.

#mine #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x gn!reader #billy hargrove x gender neutral reader #billy hargrove stranger things #no use of y/n #fluff #tw: blood #tw: parents #tw: abuse #my works #alice writes

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forkaround · 1 year

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When the fuck will my parents realize that the reason I’m even remotely functioning is because of meds and no amount of yoga is going to change the fact that I have an under active thyroid! They can’t handle me on meds, as a reasonably okay person! What makes them think fucking it up will help!

#hypothyroidism #major depressive disorder #tw: parents #yoga #personally I dont have anything against yoga or Ayurveda #it’s just that anyone who does believe in them is such an annoying person #that I don’t like it anymore #in general principle

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sterekdrabbles · 2 years

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Happy Friday! We made it through another week! Hope you all have a great weekend!

Today’s words are: curl, tremble, safe

Today is the final day of our Theme Week: Parents.

Like before, your challenge for this week, if you choose to participate, (you do not have to if you do not wish to!) will be to work in the theme of Parents, along with your challenge words, in your drabble. Reminder that the actual word “Parents” does not need to be included within the drabble, only the challenge words.

Thank you so much to all who participated! We hope you all had fun and we will see you next Monday!

#sterek #eternalsterek #eternal sterek #haleinski #sterek drabble #tw #tw: parents

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1-800-crystalball · 2 years

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woop woop mother is being ‘not nice’. called both her kids freaks and failures. told me i was supposed to be clever and that im a fake and a moron, plus a r*tard

#crystalball #tw: parents

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something-in-the-seas · 1 year

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Tyre Nichol’s mother has set up a memorial fund to help pay for mental health services for his family and a memorial skate park in his name. If you cannot donate, please share.

#tyre nichols #rest in power #blm #his parents are unable to take time off from work due to not having unlimited pto #and he has a very young son #please consider donating #tw: graphic imagery #for the link there is a graphic image

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nonsensical-nonsence · 9 months

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I have yet to see someone bullshit harder than a parent accused of parenting badly.

#henlo my tag lurkers #lmao #wtfock #tiny rant #tw: parents

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foxlungz · 4 months

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I will always be so fucking angry for what they turned me into

#vent #tw depressing stuff #tw depression #depressing shit #kinda depressing #mentally exhausted #depressing life #toxic family #toxic parents

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absolutedream-art · 7 days

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Paleo reveals a bit about his family. Copper comforts his friend.

#pokemon #mewtwo #copper #dart #rowlet #babytwo #paleo #wimpod #comic #tw parental death #DartandCopperComic

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glow-in-the-dark-death · 17 days

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Family Wrath

( Implied SA, not actually SA, POV outsider misunderstandings )

Okay I want all the misunderstandings!

Misunderstandings galore my beloved!

Anyway!

For this intrusive thought that decided to hit me as I was minding my own business-

Danny is the baby that Stephanie gave into adoption when she was young.

Obvi trans Danny,

So after Stephanie realizes just who Danny is she investigates (You can't escape the Bat paranoia training)

But here are the misunderstandings: Ellie and Dante (de-aged)

" Oh my God guys I'm a grandmother! "

But wait there's more!

Danny is how old?! With kids, that are very much not newborns?

" So who's the dad? "

" Oh some fruit-loop named Vlad, he was obsessed with my mom when they went to college together but she wasn't interested at all & now he's obsessed with me. He really wanted the 'perfect' son but I told him to fuck off not that he cared about what I wanted. So yeah, sorry for rambling-are you okay you look a little pale, is the heat bothering you? "

Danny forgets that peoples first thoughts aren't " Oh yea clone! " Or timeline shenanigans

So what these concerned people heard was " Yea this adult man wanted my mom and when he saw that that wasn't an option he targeted me as a child "

Dante & Ellie are just enjoying the show intentionally creating more misunderstandings and havoc, they hope someone will finally go beat Vlad since they're now too small to beat him.

Dante: " Momma practically died when I was born. "

Ellie: "Yea I almost killed him too! "

They're technically not lying just using what actually happened in a different context

Alfred after hearing what's going on grabbing his shotgun: " I still have good aim."

Jason/Stephanie: " A little murder is fine, as a treat "

Just more and more misunderstandings happening around Danny with him being none the wiser.

Feel free to add to my nonsense, I love it, it's fun to read what people come up with

Just an (Intrusive) Idea

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sterekdrabbles · 2 years

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Happy Monday! We hope you all had a great weekend!

Today’s words are: zoom, plastic, car

This is also the last full week of the month, so, Theme Week time!

Theme Week: Parents

#sterek #eternalsterek #eternal sterek #haleinski #sterek drabble #tw #tw: parents

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1-800-crystalball · 2 years

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woop woop i just woke up to mother screaming and storming about the house about how much of a failure both her kids are

#idk what to tag triggering stuff im sorry #crystalball #tw: parents

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sp0o0kylights · 9 months

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Part One / Part Two (You are Here) / Part Three

A03

Hopper had undersold Harrington's condition.

Wayne hadn't expected anything pretty, but the face that turned to them as they walked through the door almost had him freezing in place.

Black eye, bruised chin, split lip.

More and more bruises, some faded and some very new, trailing down the kids neck.

The rest was hidden by his preppy little polo shirt, but Wayne didn't doubt that there were more.

Harrington tried to stand when they entered the room and the way he moved--entirely unbalanced, clearly in a lot of pain--made Wayne think the only thing the kid really needed was a hospital.

Because Steve Harrington hadn't just been beaten.

He'd been tortured--and very recently strangled.

(Abruptly, Wayne realized that Hopper had implied the boy had been in the mall fire--just as much as he implied the mall fire was anything but.

He also hadn't stated how Harrington had escaped the Suites trying to break into his house.)

"Sit down." Hopper commanded, and Wayne expected Harrington to do anything but listen.

Say something cocky, or act the part of a demanding little shit maybe, despite the condition he was in.

Instead the kid just sighed in relief and dropped like a stone, right back into the chair.

Hopper came around his desk, talking all the while. "Steve, this is Wayne. Wayne, Steve."

"Hello Sir." Steve croaked politely. His voice was wrecked, no doubt from the necklace of finger shaped bruises around his neck.

"You're going to stay with him for a while, and you're gonna pay him for the privilege." Hopper informed him, as he began digging around his desk. "Money, chores, whatever Wayne wants."

Wayne held his gaze as Steve turned to appraise him.

Would Harrington pitch a fit?

Would he look at Wayne's work clothes, streaked with dirt and sweat, with the name of the warehouse embroidered in the corner and crinkle up his nose, just like his daddy did?

Hopper didn't lie, but a part of Wayne wanted to see just how different this Harrington was. If the respectful demeanor was an act done for Hopper.

Or perhaps, Hopper had mentioned Steve's father for a reason, instead of his mother. Did he adopt her ice-like approach to life?

Micro managing and long-held grudges were Stella Harrington’s game, and she excelled at it.

Steve however, did nothing of the sort, instead settling with the situation in a way that reminded Wayne far too strongly of the men and women who'd come home from war.

"Okay." The kid said simply, after a long moment of consideration. He turned back to Hopper. "But we need to tell the rest of the Par--"

Here he cut a look back to Wayne, correcting himself. "the kids. I don't want them showing up at my house trying to find me and freaking out."

"They wouldn't--" Jim paused, fingers freezing from the rummaging they'd been doing. "they absolutely would, goddammit." He muttered darkly.

"I'll tell the kids. The only thing I want you doing right now is laying low. I need to get a hold of Owens, but it's gonna take time to do that, and more time to fix this, so as of right now, Harrington? You're on vacation." He pointed sternly, as if Steve might argue.

The kid looked too tired and messed up to bother trying.

"I mean it. You're out of the country, where is anybody's guess. No one's seen you and no one better be seeing you, got it?" His voice held firm, and Wayne had to blink because the tone here wasn't one of a police chief warning a teenager--but of a father talking to his son.

He knew, because his own voice did that now. Took on a worried tone that masqueraded as something more like annoyance and seriousness.

"Yes, Sir." Harrington said, remaining weirdly compliant. "Consider me gone."

A hand came up to briefly press above one eye, and Wayne wondered if the kid had been looked over, or if they had just crammed him into Hopper's office without offering so much as a tissue box.

How many painkillers did they have back at the house? Wayne usually kept a good bottle around, but Steve was going to need more than that…

He found himself once again cataloging Steve's wounds, this time comparing them to the medicine cabinet he had at home.

"I expect you to be a damn good house guest, you hear me?" Hopper continued, trying to cut a menacing figure. He finally found what he was looking for; pulling out a large, padded envelope.

He handed it over to Harrington, who took it without looking, shoving it into the duffle bag he'd had sitting at his feet.

There was a smudge of red on the handle of said bag, that matched perfectly up to a shittily done wrap on Steve's right hand.

Wayne mentally added 'buy more bandages' to his list.

Steve nodded at Hopper again. "Yes, Sir."

Jim’s eyes narrowed. "Quite that, you know I hate that."

The briefest glimmer of mischief crossed Harrington's face. "Sorry, Sir. Won't happen again, Sir."

'Ahh.' Wayne thought. 'So there's a teenager in there after all.'

Jim rolled his eyes. "Get out of my office."

"Thanks Hop." Harrington said, finally dropping that odd obedience, a hint of a smile on his battered face.

He stood, and Wayne had to stop himself from offering an arm out as Steve reached for his bag and limped towards him.

He paused right before he left Hopper's office, hand on the doorframe.

"You'll check up on Robin too, right?" He asked, and for the first time his tone took on something more alive--and filled with worry. "And Dustin? Erica?"

"Dustin and his mom are finally taking me up on my suggestion to see their family in Florida for a while, and the Sinclairs are taking a sabbatical from Hawkins. I'm working on the Buckley's." Hopper drummed his fingers on the desk. "So far, no one else besides you and El have been targeted, and we're going to keep it that way."

Steve let out a breath, and while Wayne could tell the worry hadn't left him, he could almost physically see Steve force himself to put it away.

Another act that was far beyond the kid's years.

A different officer popped up as they walked down the hall towards the exit, waving his hand madly. "Harrington! Chief says you forgot this!" He barked.

(Or tried to anyway. Callahan wasn’t the most aggressive of officers and frankly, never would be.)

A slim sports bag was held in his hands, and Steve nearly tripped over his own feet when he tried to turn and claim it.

"I'll get it." Wayne said, knowing his tone sounded gruff.

No use for it. He could either sound gruff or sound sad, and Wayne knew better than to start off the relationship with yet another hurt young man by acting sad.

Pity wasn't gonna win him any favors here.

He took the bag, slinging it over his shoulder, uncaring of the wince on Harrington's face until something sharp poked at his shoulder.

Several somethings, in fact.

"What the hell do you got in this thing?" He asked once they hit the parking lot, voice low as he escorted Steve to his truck.

"Just a baseball bat, sir." Steve said, in the exact same tone Eddie used every time he thought he was bein’ slick.

Considering the thing in the bag could have passed for a baseball bat if not for the sharp pokey bits, it wasn’t a bad attempt. Steve just hadn’t accounted for the fact that Wayne lived with Eddie.

An unfair advantage, really.

‘Least there can’t be any baby racoons in the damn bag.’ Wayne thought idly.

Went on to gently put the bat in the backseat, watching as the kid struggled to lift himself into the truck.

"You can drop that, I take too being called Sir about as well as Hop does." He said, keeping his tone nice and calm, hoping to ease into calling Steve out on his lie.

Fussed with a few dials on the stereo, giving Steve an excuse to take his time before starting the engine and taking the long way home.

Wayne wanted to talk a little-- without the chance of Ed’s interrupting.

"Son,” He started off. “I was born in the morning, but not this morning. I'm hoping to make the next few weeks as easy as I can for both of us, and I can't do that if you're starting off with a lie."

Steve blinked, turning to face him in a matter that was too fast for his injuries. He didn't bother hiding the hurt it caused him, but his voice stayed even as he spoke.

"What do you mean Si--Wayne."

"Nice catch.” Wayne said. “We’ll get you there yet.”

It was a trick he'd learned with Eddie--little tidbits of praise went a long way when it came to gaining trust.

Especially with kids who hadn't ever been given much.

Harrington seemed smart to it, or perhaps was just hesitant to speak in general because he remained quiet, not offering up any info. No further lies, but nothing towards the truth, neither.

Which was fine. Wayne didn’t think a little pushing would hurt.

"That bat of yours was digging into my shoulder like a bee swarm." Wayne continued, when it became clear Steve wasn't talking. "I'm more a fan of football than baseball, but last I checked they hadn't changed the design of a bat."

"What teams?" Steve asked, perking up a touch. "Of football. Which ones are yours?"

Wayne could ignore it of course, or demand Steve give him an answer to the question he asked.

He did neither. "I’m liking the Colts since they got moved here. You?"

"Green Bay Packers, though I like the Colts too--that trade in 84’ was crazy." Steve said. After a second he proved that answering instead of pushing was the right move because he added; "What did Hopper tell you? About…" He trailed off, making a gesture Wayne didn't bother trying to interpret.

"He said some things. I've guessed a few others." Wayne admitted. Cut a little look out of the corner of his eye as he came to a stop sign. "I know the feds are real interested in you after Starcourt."

Steve took that in, hands tightening on the handle.

"It really is a baseball bat." He said, a little fast and with the tiniest hint of that challenge Wayne had been looking for. "It just also has nails hammered into one end."

Wayne took that in with one nice, slow blink.

"A bat with nails in it." He said, and it made a hell of a lot of sense compared to the sensation he'd felt carrying the case. "You use it against anyone?"

"Some of the feds." Steve admitted, and even with his eyes on the road Wayne could tell he was being stared at.

Judged.

Not in the way one expected a rich kid to judge, but in the way Eddie had, those first few months he'd lived here. The times when he'd push, just a little, to see what Wayne's reaction would be.

Eddie hadn't done it in a damn long time, but Wayne recognized the behavior nonetheless.

"Anybody else?" He asked.

"Nobody human." Steve replied.

"Alright." Wayne said, and made a mental note to drop all questions related to that.

He didn't need to know, definitely didn't want to know, and had a feeling if he did know he'd find himself being watched by the same spooks after Steve.

"I've got a few deck boxes that lock on my porch. Think you'd be agreeable to leaving the bat in one?"

Steve paused, hand clenching tighter around the strap of his duffel bag. "If you gave me a key so I could get it in an emergency, I'd be happy to."

He tried to sound calm, even a little charming in that sort of upper-class businessman sort of way, but the fear bled through.

The kid wasn't happy separating from the bat, and given it sounded like it might have saved his life recently, Wayne understood the hesitation.

With an internal apology to Eddie, he promptly threw his nephew under the proverbial bus. "I've got my nephew at home and he'd be far too interested in it, is all. Blades and weapons and such tend to attract him, and I don't need to be rushing anyone to the ER."

All of which were very true facts (one Wayne learned the time he'd allowed Eddie to bring a sword home, only for him to nearly cut his own nose off winging the thing around) but he figured it might make Steve more amenable to separating from it.

Sure enough, some of the tenseness bled out of Steve's shoulders. "Yeah that's fair."

The truck hit a few potholes as they finally turned into the trailer park, and the kid hissed, a quiet sound.

Judging by the uncomfortable wince, and hands clenched into his jeans something painwise was giving him trouble.

"When was the last time you took a pain pill?" Wayne asked, doing his best to weave around the other holes that dotted the gravel roads.

Steve blinked. "Uh…"

"You take any today son?"

Steve his head.

"Didn't have time to grab it." He said, offering a sad look to his pack.

Course he hadn't.

"Let's get you inside then and get you some." Wayne said with a sigh. Thankfully Eddie's van wasn't here--Wayne was fairly certain he had band practice today but knowing him it could be a million other things.

Just meant he had to acclimate Steve as fast as he could, to try and get the poor guy settled before Ed’s came in.

He just hoped life and lady luck would work with him, for once.

#hands on knees #this is gonna have more than three parts fffffff #FAIR WARNING I do jump between Wayne and Eddie’s pov in this.#Everything Ive written so far while in parts for tumblr would basically be chapter 1 on A03 #Eddies POV change would be chapter two #Ugh Im gonna have to put this on A03. Dammit brain.#also I updated this very fast for me #no one get excited Idk the brain is doing #steddie #beat to shit Steve Harrington #wayne pov #outsider pov #wayne as a BAMF #I tried to get to the part where Eddie shows up but it just got too long for a tumblr post #pre steddie #wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve #tw injuries #0o0 fanfics #stranger things

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reanimated-alice · 1 year

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I’m glad you think so, pretty girl.

Ahh noo, is there a way you can talk to them? I don’t know the situation, but I’m sorry you miss them :(

—Eddie🖤

(Obviously the messages will get more personal the more he learns about you through posts, answers, etc. and I’m sorry love I’ve gotta sleep I’ll be back in the morning <3)

*sighs* I don't wanna say too much on main, but basically, my parents and i clash a lot. We fight and argue. A few nights ago, it got to the point where I needed to leave. It was late, so my brothers were sleeping. He drove me out to my grandmothers and I've been here since.

I just wanna see them.

#tw: argueing #tw: fighting #tw: parents #my eddie anon #alice's asks #answered

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