Chapter 1: Anon: Found Family
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“I don’t want you around that Harrington boy anymore.”
Mike blinked. He didn’t know when his mom stopped referring to him as Steve with that disgusting fucking dreamy quality to her voice, and switched it out for practically spitting his last name.
Maybe it was around the same time he and Billy got outed by Billy’s shitty dad.
Basically, Neil had come home to find Billy and Steve messing around. He had slapped Billy around, and kicked him out. Steve’s parents did the same when Neil got a hold of Mr. Harrington’s secretary to track them down on vacation somewhere in Europe. Apparently they had come home as soon as possible and Steve was crying in the Hendersons’ spare room, his cheek bruised.
Billy had been taken in by Joyce and Hop, in the new, slightly larger house they had bought for their combined family, had insisted he was fine on his own, until Joyce put her foot down, said she would not take no for an answer, it was either move in, or she lived on the streets with him. He moved in that same afternoon.
“And we know he’s at the Hendersons’. We don’t want you going over there.”
“Why not? You think he’s gonna turn me gay or something?”
“Well, Michael, we just don’t want you in a situation with someone like that. We’re trying to keep you safe.” Mike made a face.
“If he was gonna do something gross to me, he would’ve done it by now. You know how many times he’s driven me home? Alone?”
“And it makes my skin crawl just thinking about what could’ve happened, Mike! Your father and I are just trying to protect you. Claudia practically threw a fit when I told her it wasn’t safe to have that boy in the house with Dustin. Don’t you think their relationship is, odd? I think he’s, well I think he’s already gotten to poor Dustin, and that boy is just, he’s too scared to say anything.”
“Are you serious? Steve’s a nice guy! Kind of a dumbass, but he’s nice. He wouldn’t do that.” She raised an eyebrow at him.
“You can never be sure with these people. They can’t control themselves. And it’s more than that! We don’t know if he has that, that disease. Nobody knows how it’s spreading!”
“Aren’t you forgetting that he dated Nancy for like, a year? Wouldn’t she have gotten it?” Mrs. Wheeler literally shivered. Acted as though a fucking ghost passed through her.
“Oh, believe me, I’ll be taking Nancy to the doctor myself. And while we’re discussing it, I don’t want you at the Byers’ either. That Hargrove boy is with them and that’s who Steve was caught with.” Mike’s eyes bugged out.
“But, El lives with them! Are you seriously saying I can’t go over to any of my friends’ houses, or see my girlfriend?”
“No, you can go see Lucas. He’s not contaminated.” He just scoffed at her, stomping up to his room, passing Nancy on the way.
“Can you fucking believe her? She said we can’t go to the Byers’ anymore because Billy is there, and I’m not allowed to see Will or Dustin or El, let alone Steve.”
“She’s just trying to keep us safe.” He gawked at her.
“Not you too, Jesus Nancy!” He made sure to slam his door behind him.
The next day he told his mom he and Lucas were going to The Hawke. They rode their bikes over to the Byers’ instead.
Mrs. Henderson’s car was out front behind where the Camaro sat under a tarp. Billy hadn’t been taking his car anywhere, it was too recognizable for this town. Steve’s car was still in the drive in front of his parents’ house, scratches in the side from keys, an F-word of choice spray painted over the hood. Steve was told not to touch anything his parents had provided for him when he had to pack his shit and leave. Jonathan had had to pick him up and drive him to Dustin’s.
They left their bikes out front. Max’s skateboard was on the porch. The two boys raised their eyebrows at one another. Max was forbidden to see Billy, was really playing with fire.
“Hey boys!” Mrs. Byers greeted as they slammed their way inside, “Everyone is in Will’s room.” Will had a nice setup at their new place. Jonathan and Billy were sharing the largest room, and had been getting along well, much to everyone’s surprise. El had taken the small room, said she wouldn’t know what to do with herself in too much space, so Will was able to squeeze a table in his room, used it for his art and DnD games. When they went inside, El and Max shot up to hug their boys. Billy was sitting the squashy chair by the open window, smoking with Steve perched in his lap. Will and El had been lounged on the bed, Jonathan sitting against the wall on the floor, on music duty. Everyone waved lazily at them.
“My mom’s officially cracked. She told me I wasn’t allowed to be here anymore. Or your house.” He nodded to Dustin from where he was sitting at the little table, going through Will’s sketches.
“Yeah, she came over to our place and yelled about how Steve has obviously been molesting me and has AIDS and stuff.” He said it lazily.
“Yep and it was really funny and I love reliving it.” Steve huffed, taking the cigarette from Billy’s hand, taking a drag and blowing it out the window.
“She told me she’s gonna take Nancy to the doctor to get tested for it.” Steve stood up, storming out of the room, the door slamming behind him.
“She wasn’t so nervous about this shit when she was trying to fuck me last summer.” Billy flicked the butt out the window, following Steve yelling Princess, slow down, would ya?
“What did Nancy say?” Jonathan had stopped flicking through tapes. Mike shrugged, stealing Billy and Steve’s spot in the good chair.
“She just said Mom was trying to keep us safe.” He furrowed his brows.
“She really, she said that?” He stood up. “I have to make a call.” He swept out of the room, no doubt going to confront his girlfriend.
“This whole thing is really hurting Steve. I can hear him crying most nights. He thinks he’s quiet about it, but he’s never quiet.” Dustin shuddered. “The things I’ve heard.”
“Happy screams?” El laughed as Dustin mimed throwing up.
“I’d like to clarify that I don’t think it’s gross because they’re both guys, but hearing your brother have sex is not ideal in any situation.”
“Don’t let Steve hear you call him your brother, he’ll probably cry over it.” Max laughed dryly from the floor. “I didn’t know someone could cry so damn much.” Dustin rolled his eyes.
“He’s a sensitive soul! And he’s going through a lot. Don’t make fun of Steve.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Stevie?” Billy found Steve outside, sitting on the back porch. He sat down next to him, lighting two cigarettes, passing one to Steve.
“I just, just can’t believe she would, would say that.” His hands were shaking. “About, about Nancy.”
“She’s a bitch, Baby.” He tucked Steve under his arm. “But she shouldn’t have, shouldn't have said that.”
“It just makes me feel like shit that the kids have been pulled into this now.”
“I know, Baby. Me too.” He kissed the top of his head. “But we’ll figure this out. Once I graduate, we’ll get the fuck outta here. Take the kids with us if we gotta.” Steve chuckled
“I think we could all do with at least four fresh starts, each.” Billy laughed into his hair.
“You boys doing okay?” Joyce had poked her head out. “I heard some banging around.
“Sorry, Joyce. Steve was being dramatic.” Steve slapped Billy on the chest as he pulled away.
“Sorry, Joyce. Just got mad.” She came and sat down with them.
“Anything I can help with?”
“Not unless you want to slash Karen Wheeler’s tires with me.” Steve slapped Billy’s chest again.
“What? What did she do?”
“She just said some stuff to Nancy and Mike.” She raised an eyebrow at Steve. He sighed. “About, about how she doesn’t, doesn’t want Mike over here, or at Dustin’s. She said, said it’s not safe or something.” He couldn’t look her in the eye.
She was immediately, righteously, furious.
“She said it’s not safe? You know, I was wondering why she would never come down my line at Melvald’s anymore. That awful woman! She doesn’t even know you two! It’s been wonderful having you around. Both of you.” She was looking at them, eyes wide and sharp.
“We just, we feel bad bringing all this onto you, your families.” Billy offered.
“Well don’t. You two are our family. No question about it.” Steve’s eyes were welling up. “And in this family, we care about each other, protect each other, and don’t listen when the Karen Wheelers of the world are saying stupid, stupid things.” Steve launched himself at her, hugging her tightly. Billy joined in, both boys smothering her with their combined weight.
She patted both their cheeks when they pulled back.
“Plus, I’ve always gotten this feeling about Will. I think you two are good for him. Show him he can be happy.”
“Hello?”
“Nancy? Hey, it’s Jonathan.”
“Oh, Jon! Hi! What are you up to?”
“Well, nothing much. I was just informed that your mom may have said some shit to Mike about Billy and Steve?”
“Wait, is he there? He’s not supposed to be-”
“You don’t, you don’t agree with her? Do you?” Nancy sighed down the line. Jonathan’s heart sank.
“Well, I don’t quite know what to think anymore, Jon.”
“So accusing Steve of being a child molester is what you’re going with?”
“No! I mean, I don’t think he would, but, it just, it makes you think. He was always, kind of, I don’t know, obsessed with the kids.” Jonathan nearly slammed the phone back onto the receiver.
“Are you fucking kidding? You’re serious? He likes the kids because they like him! He likes taking care of people! The kids need him!”
“Well, and maybe, maybe a part of me feels kind of, hurt. I mean, he dated me for a whole year Jon, and then, acted all hurt when I broke it off like, like that’s not what he wanted the whole time!”
“Some people like both, Nancy! He loved you and was hurt when you broke it off! Now he loves Billy, and that has nothing to do with you!”
“But he lied to me! For that whole time we were together!”
“What would’ve happened if he had told you? What if I said I like guys too, what would you do?”
“Jon, don’t be gross.”
“See! He couldn’t have told you. It’s not safe for people like them!” He laughed coldly. “How many times has Steve saved our fucking lives, Nancy? The kids' lives? I can’t believe, after everything, you would just, just do this.”
“What? Worry about the safety of my little brother? You think I don’t worry about you sharing a room with Billy every night?”
“You know what we do in that room, Nancy? We talk about our shitty dads, and get high, and listen to music. We don’t, he doesn’t make moves on me. Gay people aren’t inherently rapists.”
“I never said they were!”
“No, you just implied it heavily. Look, Nancy. Why don’t we take some time? You can make up your mind about your friends, and we’ll talk when you decide if you’re going to be a decent person or not.”
“Wait, are you, are you breaking up with me? Over this?”
“This is a serious issue, Nancy! I can’t be with someone who thinks that way!”
“Is this, are you trying to tell me you’re like them?”
“No, Nancy. I’m not trying to tell you anything. What I am telling you, is that I don’t want to date a bigot. Call me if you ever decide not to be one.” He slammed down the phone, chest heaving.
“Did you just dump her?” Will’s eyes were wide in the doorway.
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“She said some really shitty stuff about Steve and Billy. And by extension, all gay men.” He could see Will swallow.
“And you, you dumped her for that?”
“I can’t date someone who hates people for who they love. I don’t need that in my life.” Will was blinking hard as he stumbled toward Jonathan. he hugged him tightly. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, I, I’m good.” He smiled at him before walking back towards his room.
Chapter 2: Anon: Masochist Steve
Summary:
anonymous asked:
Are you still taking prompts and things? If you are, I have a bit of a NSFW one for you... Steve goes to get his first tattoo and his artit ends up being the hot guy Billy he has been flirting with for the past two months or so. Through the light banter and Billy being reassuring, once they get started and the sting hits Steve's nerves he learns "Oh crap, I'm a masochist!". Bonus if Billy throws in a nipple piercing after he realizes what is going on and that is what pushes him over the edge.
Notes:
There's no real smut, but sexual themes for sure.
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Steve had been debating it for a long time.
He loved the look of tattoos, knew exactly what he wanted, even brought a mock-up Robin had drawn for him. But every time he thought about those needles, he felt somewhere close to passing out.
Robin had talked him up, had helped him look for a good tattoo parlor, had sat and looked through portfolios, had held his hand while he made the appointment.
But of course, she had to work on the day, couldn’t come with.
His appointment was with some guy named Billy. He specialized in black and white. His portfolio was full of mandalas with clean lines, dark landscapes with intense shading, perfect for what Steve wanted.
The bell chimed when he came in for his appointment. Had almost ditched a few times.
The woman at the front desk gave him a sunny smile. She was covered in piercings and tattoos, the artwork disappearing into the deep blue dress.
“Hi! Can I help you?”
“Yeah, uh, Steve Harrington? I have an appointment with Billy?” She kept smiling as she nodded, leading him over to a workspace in the back, black and white artwork displayed in frames along the walls, a spiky Billy gratified in the center.
“Hey! Harrington, right?”
Steve was shook.
This guy was absolutely fucking beautiful. His blond hair was tied up in a bun, sheared on each side, a large design just visible under the fuzzy buzz. He had tattoos spanning up to his neck, dipping below the collar of his shirt, twisting along his arms, his thick arms.
But his fucking eyes. They were bright blue, felt like they were going straight through Steve.
“Uh, yeah. I’m Steve.” He flushed as Billy’s grin only widened.
“Well, good to meet you, Pretty Boy. I’m Billy. Sorry, we couldn’t meet for an official consultation, was outta town past few weeks.” Steve just nodded, like an idiot. “But, I drew something from the mock-up you had, and you can take a peek, make any adjustments.” He whipped out the sheet, placing it on the counter.
Steve bent to look at the piece.
Just this pen rendition was breathtaking. The lilies were in different states of bloom, some more open than others. They were growing around a little depiction of his bat, the nails stuck out at odd angles, just like Jonathan had created.
“It’s perfect.” he traced the black goo dripping off one of the nails, the way it stained the large petal below it. “It’s so beautiful.” He looked up to find Billy smiling softy, their faces close.
“I’ll just, uh, trace this onto the transfer.” He turned away quickly, tracing the outlines. “So, I heard talk of a chest piece? Pec up to collarbone, right? He back was still to Steve. “That’s how I designed it, so let me know now if that’s different.”
“Nope, still the same.”
“Take your shirt off.” He had made quick work of the stencil, setting it aside to begin cleaning the large chair, disinfecting it. Steve took off his shirt, had been told to shave his chest for the occasion. Billy turned to him, laying the stencil, squinting at Steve’s chest. “Look in the mirror, but that’s probably the best layout for where it is.” Steve looked in the full-length mirror, had to stop himself from running his fingers over the purple lines.
“It’s, I love it.” Billy smiled, gesturing for the chair. Steve sat back, breathing deeply as Billy got ready, retying his hair long into the knot on his head, disinfecting the work station, prepping the needle.
“So, chest pieces aren’t usually too bad, but let me know if you need a break, we can stop for a bit. Let you catch your breath.” He put a tape into the boombox under the desk, putting on his gloves.
Steve was surprised at okay it was.
The needles stung, but it wasn’t the agony he was expecting.
He and Billy chatted, discussing their home towns, explaining how they ended up in San Fransisco, Billy for art school and later his apprenticeship at this very parlor, Steve moving out with Robin while she went to school.
But then, Billy’s needle dipped lower, and Steve, Steve was in trouble.
He sighed as the needle dug into his skin. He really didn’t mind the feeling. Was starting to kind of, like it, almost. Billy dipped closer to his nipple and his eyes flew open.
He was getting hard.
“Hey man, I think, can we take a break?” They were close to an hour in. Billy shook out his hand, wiping the excess ink and blood off the tattoo. “Sure man. Make sure not to touch this. I’m actually really itching for a smoke, so perfect timing.” He grinned at Steve while he pulled off the gloves, flinging them into the trash and heading out of the workroom.
Steve laid back, breathing deeply.
Why the fuck had the sharp sting of a needle digging into his flesh made him fucking horny?
He thought about how hot the artist was, about how Steve had really let his bisexuality bloom in San Fransisco.
Sure, Billy was definitely part of it, but then he thought about, well couldn’t stop thinking about the light pain of the needle, could feel the phantom sting. His cock kicked in his jeans. He fled to the bathroom.
Am I seriously getting off on this fucking pain right now?
Steve was staring at himself in the mirror, debating the pros and cons of rubbing one out then and there.
In the end, the pros won. If he dealt with it, it would go away, wouldn’t be back for a while. It’s fine.
He jerked himself, came into a paper towel and washed his hands vigorously.
Billy was back when he returned, was re-sanitizing the station, a new tape in the speakers.
“You good to go, man?” Steve just nodded and sat back down, watching Billy watch his hands at the little sink, putting on new gloves.
Steve was okay for a little while, whacking off in the bathroom doing its trick, keeping him from getting hard while Billy did the linework around his nipple. He thought he was fine when Billy moved back up, beginning on shading the flowers.
They had been at it for hours, taking a few more breaks, more or Billy’s sake and his hand, less because Steve was having more problems.
But shading was a whole ‘nother story. There were many needles in the tip of the gun, the pain worse along his collarbone, his chest. He was having trouble not squirming, not moaning, keeping his dick down.
After enduring enough of this, Billy sat down the gun.
“You can say if you need a break. Shading is always the worst.” Steve was flushed, panting.
“No I’m, I’m okay to continue.” Steve figured they had to be close, the sun was setting outside and he didn’t think if he could take leaving only to come back.
“Are you sure? You don’t look good, dude.” Steve bit his lip, just nodding. Billy raised his eyebrows, going back in.
Steve was trying his best, was thinking any unsexy thought that came to his mind, but then Billy went lower, was edging around his nipple again and Steve was suddenly at full mast.
He fucking moaned.
It was quiet, breathy, but it was what it was, and Billy looked at him, turning off the machine.
“Dude, are you-” He cut himself off when his eyes lowered, looking at the obvious bulge in Steve’s pants. He burst out laughing.
“Well, this is a first!” Steve was bright red as Billy kept laughing. “You’re getting off on this?”
“Look, I, I’m not a perv, or anything. I’ve never even, gotten a tattoo, or a piercing or anything, but, I think I’m a masochist.” Billy just roared harder, the laughter bringing tears to his eyes.
“Oh my God. This is the funniest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.” Steve didn’t know what to do. Couldn’t just leave, there was blood and ink running down his chest. Billy coughed a few times, catching his breath as he wiped at it. “I’m gonna have to give you a discount or something, makin’ me laugh so hard. So, what? You didn’t know you were into ta little pain?”
“No. I’ve never, experienced anything like this. Haven’t, haven’t had any rough sex.” Billy grinned.
“Then you’re not having good sex.” He had switched his gloves again, having laughed all over them. “You wanna keep goin’? Scratch that, I know you do.”
Steve just rolled his eyes as Billy went back in. Billy was handling this whole thing quite well, some guy getting horny as he worked.
They finished quickly, and Steve was able to keep his boner in check as Billy bandaged the tattoo, explaining the care with intermittent giggles.
Steve paid up front, leaving a huge tip, but just as he was leaving, Billy caught his wrist, slipped a card into his other hand, retreating back into the shop with a wink. Steve looked at, his heart in his throat.
You ever wanna have good sex, give me a call. May even pierce that sensitive nipple of yours while we’re at it ;) x Billy
Steve groaned when he got in the car, his imagination running wild.
Chapter 3: Anon: Mike Comes Out
Summary:
anonymous asked:
Something that I’ve always thought would be funny was instead of will being the one to shyly approach Steve about his sexuality (though I still think he does) it’s Mike who begrudgingly brings it up one day. Maybe Steve just dropped everyone off somewhere and mike stays behind in
(Pt. 2) the car for a minute to stumble over the question “how did you know you liked billy” or maybe he just straight up shows up to Steve’s house and just sits on the couch in silence for a few minutes before Steve finally asks him what he needs. And will just blurts out something like “I think I like will” or something like that. I think it’s be cute. Also I love you and your writing
Notes:
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Steve was driving the kids all over hell and creation, just like every Saturday.
And Sunday. And Friday. And most days after school. And most days too school-
Anyway, he was driving the kids.
He had dropped them off one by one, Will, Dustin, Lucas before idling in front of the Wheelers’ place, Mike staring out the window, making no move to get out.
“You good, kid?”
“Can I, like, ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“You think we could, like, drive around for a bit? I need to,” he sighed. “I need to talk to you.” Steve pulled off the curb, heading for the service roads around the town limits, the best roads to just drive.
It was silent for a minute, the radio a dull hum. Steve didn’t want to push the kid, Mike barely gave him the time of day, let alone ever asked for his help. He really didn’t wanna push the kid away.
“I know, I know you’re with Billy.” He jerked the wheel a little, shock flooding through him. “I saw you guys, last weekend. Outside of the Byers’.” He and Billy had snuck around the side of the house, had made out while the kids worked through their campaign inside.
“And, uh, what-why did you, are you-”
“Relax. I’m not gonna tell.” Steve exhaled shakily.
“Then what, you tryna blackmail me or something?”
“I just, you dated Nancy.”
“Yes.”
“And now you’re with Billy.
“Also true.”
“Did you, were you like, forcing yourself to like Nancy?”
“No. I was in love with her. Now I’m in love with Billy.”
“But like, if you like guys, how could you be in love with her?”
“I like both.” He shrugged lamely. “Billy said it’s called bisexual. I like girls and guys. Really I just kind of, fall in love. I don’t really, really care about like, parts.” He could feel his face getting red, not wanting to talk about this with Mike Wheeler of all people.
“Wait, that’s a thing?”
“Yeah. Bill said Bowie’s bisexual, and like, a bunch of people from history, he said Freddie Mercury, too.” Mike was quiet.
“I think, I think I am. I think, me too.” Steve did not know what to do. He knew he had to say something to the kid, wracked his brain for what Billy had told him when he was all confused and stressed about it all. “I just, I love El, I know I do, but, but I’ve always had this feeling with, with Will,” he trailed off. Steve owes Billy five dollars, had totally called that Mike had a thing for Will.
“And that’s, that’s okay. It’s, it’s not bad to have feelings for both. But you gotta, don’t string either of them along. This isn’t even a matter of liking more than one gender, but when you have feelings for more than one person, you really gotta, you gotta figure that out. If you love the one you’re not with more than the one you are, just, just be honest.”
“Is that, is that what happened with you and Nancy.” Steve flexed his fingers on the steering wheel.
“Yeah. And I’m not, I don’t blame her, but she was with me and more in love with Jon for nearly a year. It would’ve been a lot easier if she had just, just told me.”
“But you’re, you’re happy with Billy? Even if you guys gotta, sneak around?” Steve smiled softly.
“I’m so happy with Billy it’s disgusting, kid. But, the best part, is that he’s happy with me.”
“Was it like, was it weird to date him since, since you’ve only been with girls?”
“Honestly, the hardest part is like, the little shit. Sometimes I get the overwhelming urge to just like, hold his hand, and I can’t. That’s been the hardest thing for me. I’m kind of, really clingy. But all the other stuff, was just, it was easy because it was him.”
“So like, the first time you kissed him you weren’t just like holy shit I’m kissing a guy?”
“Nah, it was more like holy shit I’m FINALLY kissing THIS guy. Much more a feeling of relief than like, nerves.”
“Did you, did you always know you liked, both?”
“I mean, yes, but I tried to, tried to shove it down for a long time. Saw the way queer people get treated, and I was scared of that.”
“Have you guys ever had any like, close calls?”
“You know when you and the rest of the brats break into my house and Billy is just like, there?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Mike made a face.
“Wait! We’ve almost walked in on you two, like doing it?” Steve laughed loudly.
“Like, literally every Saturday for the last, maybe three months?”
“But you, you know we’re coming!”
“Which is why I lock my bedroom door. Buy us some time.”
“Even this Saturday? Even this morning?”
“‘Course. Bill always sleeps over on Friday nights.” He just kept laughing as Mike faked throwing up, pulling the car back in the direction of the Wheelers’.
“So, in summation, bisexuality is totally normal, and totally rad, but playing with peoples’ emotions is not totally rad.” He pulled back up to the curb in front of Mike’s house. “And if you ever need to talk more, need someone who gets it, you know where I am. Just not Friday nights or Saturday mornings.” He winked at Mike.
“You’re fucking gross, Steve.”
“But seriously, I know this shit can be, confusing, so I really am happy to like, talk.” He smiled at Mike as he gathered his stuff. “Say ‘hi’ to your family!” He yelled out the window, Mike waving dismissively at him.
He swung by Billy’s place, leaving a five-dollar bill tucked inside the handle of his door, knew Billy would feel it when he opened the door tonight on his way to meet Steve at the quarry.
Chapter 4: Anon: ADHD
Notes:
anonymous asked:
Hello! i don’t think i’ve given you any of my weird headcanons in a hot minute so here’s a new favorite! Steve with ADHD, at first nobody notices it, he gets along well enough as a young kid people just think he has an active imagination, when in real it y he just can’t pay attention. He’s in 5th grade when his teacher pulls him out of class and tells him he needs to start paying attention, Steve almost starts crying as he tries to explain to her that he just can’t, that it doesn’t work (pt.1)
(pt.2) so the teacher tells him to stay back after class that day, he totally forgets and almost ends up leaving just further probing her suspicions. She asks him to extol in what he means, he doesn’t know what to say, says that too many things are happening for him to pay attention in class, and that sometimes if he hears another teacher he’ll end up listening to that, or if he can look out a window he’ll get distracted, and she already knows what’s going on, calls his parents for a meeting
(pt.3) So his mom comes in, his dad “could make it” but that works out for steve because his mom actually gets him tested, and his test comes back positive so he has to take meds now and sure his grades aren’t the best but they are so much better and he can actually sit in class and focus, but randomly in his sophomore year tommy finds the pills and makes fun of him and he gets so embarrassed that he just stops taking them, and his grades drop bad and he can’t focus and he feels like shit
(pt.4) he goes around like that for a while feeling lost and distracted but refusing to take his meds and be lame, he only starts taking them again after nancy breaks up with him because he needs to focus on something that isn’t the break up, but they aren’t working well which is to be expected he hasn’t taken them in more then a year, so he ends up totally freaking out and that’s how billy finds him, sitting on the bathroom floor with the WORST headache he’s ever had and he takes pity on him
(pt.5) billy and steve were kind of friends after the fight they had talked and worked things out, not super close but enough to not be so weird around each other anymore, so billy takes him home and makes sure he gets new meds and makes sure he keeps taking them and on days when he can tell steve is space and distracted and clearly forgot he’ll drive to his house and make him take them, and steve will bitch and moan but he actually loves that someone cares enough to make sure he’s ok
(optional pt.6) billy realizing he really likes steve when steve is talking about a special interest and getting super happy and he just can’t help but feel in love with him (is this totally based off my expletive with adhd? yes it is! is this the exact way my hug said she realized she love me? yes it is 🥰)
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When Steve was little, he could never focus on something for longer than ten minutes.
He would be running through the house, leaving toys on the ground when he remembered a game he could play in another room. His nannies would roll their eyes, picking up after him.
When he got to school, it was more of the same. He would get distracted by every bird that he could see outside. He would be in the middle of class, the teacher would say something about giraffes and his mind would race about animals, would think about every country in Africa he could name, would think about whether or not Lithuania was in Africa.
His grades would slip, tests were a nightmare when he got caught up watching a bee buzzing near the window, only to realize he had answered three questions and only had eleven minutes left.
He was always a poor student, until fifth grade.
Mrs. Wilson had called him up after class, had noticed him zoning out and was about to chide him when she noticed the tears in his eyes.
“I just, I don’t know what happens, sometimes, my thoughts go too fast for my own brain and I can’t focus.” He was sniffling across from her.
“Steve, I’m going to have a chat with your parents. You’re not in trouble, but I think we can help you.” She smiled as she pat his shoulder, letting himself get collected before going to his next class.
She called his parents in at the end of the day, his mother sitting in the seat next to Steve, the principal joining them.
“I’ve noticed some trends in Steve’s schoolwork and his presence in class. We think it may be in his best interest to test him for attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. We feel that pinpointing the problem for him maybe more helpful moving forward.
Mrs. Harrington agreed, waved her hand in a way that said she was bored of the conversation. Steve spent the whole next Saturday going through various tests, was wrung dry by the end of the day, but left with a clear diagnosis.
He began taking a low dose of Ritalin, began focusing in class. His grades skyrocketed, getting the very first B+ he had ever gotten on his English essay.
He was okay until sophomore year.
He was an okay student, could focus in class, but not necessarily retain or understand the information.
But then Tommy found the pills, had laughed at him and called him retarded, the word that had haunted him his whole life, spat at him by the father that didn’t care about him.
So he flushed the pills, never refilled his prescription.
His grades slipped immediately. He wasn’t able to focus in class, had gone back to the days of staring out the window and getting confused about why it was called a square root.
He was constantly moving, would bounce his leg, would tap his pencil, would sometimes take the hall pass and just walk.
He knows taking his meds would fix the problem, but he had Nancy know, didn’t want her to know this weakness of his, this shameful secret.
But then he didn’t have Nancy, and his thoughts were racing, jumping from Nancy to demodog to Barb to Billy to his dad to Nancy to demodog to Barb to Billy to his dad to Nancy to-
He broke down February of senior year.
Graduation was soon as Steve’s grades were ass. He needed to focus on something that wasn’t Nancy, demodog, Barb, Billy, his dad. So he filled his old prescription, took the same does he had two years ago and went to school.
When he was first put on the meds, he was told panic attacks and anxiety could be a side effect. He had never experienced that before, but now, now he lived in constant anxiety, and with his Ritalin, he was a mess.
He had locked himself in the bathroom above the gym, the one nobody uses. He was on the floor, trying to ground himself against the wall, trying to think of anything other than Nancy, demodog, Barb, Billy, his dad, Nancy, demodog, Barb, Billy, his dad, Nancy, demodog, demodog, demodog, demodog-
“Pretty Boy?”
Billy was in front of him, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Steve.
“B-Billy?”
“You okay? You’re kinda, kinda losin’ it.”
“I, I went off my meds for a, a few years, and I put myself back on them, and it’s, I, I know it’s lame, but they usually help and now-” he sobbed as Billy pulled him into his chest, soothing him softly.
“What meds?”
“Ritalin. It’s for, for ADHD.” Billy huffed a laugh.
“I fuckin’ knew it. The way you talk a mile a damn minute.” Steve’s heart sank. “And it’s not lame. Some peoples’ brains are just, wired different.”
Steve was starting to calm down, the anxiety shoving over into a raging headache. He groaned into Billy’s shoulder.
“What’s up?”
“Head hurts.”
“Want me to take you home.” Steve just nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. Billy drove him home, sat with him while Steve called his doctor, made an appointment for next weekend.
Steve had gotten a new medication, adjusted to his current state. The new meds were like magic, allowing Steve to focus when he needed, wouldn’t let him fall into hyperfocus on something that wasn’t productive. He finished senior year on a good note, with okay-enough grades to score his diploma.
He spent the summer at Scoops, working alongside Robin.
Billy came in every day. Would sit with him on Steve’s break. On the days Steve seemed more spaced, he would marrow his eyes, would say you didn’t take your meds today, would drive to Steve’s house to get them for him, would make sure he took them, would take drinks out of Steve’s hands at parties, would make sure he wouldn’t do anything to interfere with them, would dread the days he would find Steve nauseous from the meds.
Bonus:
Steve realized he was in love with Billy when he found out Billy starting keeping a small store of Steve’s meds in his car, would update them periodically to make sure they were safe, effective.
Billy realized he was in love with Steve when he was talking about every animal he could name. He showed Billy the small library of books he had bought for himself about animals, could explain the difference between kingdom, class, phylum, and genus. Was throwing out Latin names for his favorite animals, Giraffa camelopardalis, Capra aegagrus hircus, Nephropidae. Billy couldn’t help himself, had just leaned over and kissed him, left Steve giggling as they made out.
Chapter 5: Anon: Dad Hopper 3
Summary:
anonymous asked:
You've given us DadHopper taking care of Billy and learning how to deal with his issues with the help of Steve, buy what about Hopper and maybe Joyce (because Steve's parents always seen like a double dose of bad that feeds off each other) accidentally triggering a panic attack in Steve? Maybe that being when they realize how important they are to Steve with a bit of Billy and/or some of the kids yelling at them to really drive it home?
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Steve can take being made fun of.
Seriously, look at who is best friends are, his boyfriend. The kids poke at him, Robin is always cracking jokes, and Billy loves teasing him just to get him all riled up.
But they always know what to avoid, how certain deliveries can cut him.
He’s sitting at dinner with Hopper and Joyce and Billy. He was over, just watching a movie with Billy when Joyce arrived, toting a big lasagna and a few side dishes.
Hop had invited her over while El was having dinner with the Wheelers’. (He thought Billy and Steve were going out, but apparently Billy just couldn’t be fucked to leave the house tonight). So now he was kind of on a double date with his son.
Dinner was nice. Steve helped Joyce in the kitchen while Hop and Billy set the table, crashing onto the couch after. Billy grinned and winked at Steve, starting cracking jokes about look at our cute little wifies makin’ us dinner. Get yourself a GOOD woman. Steve threw a piece of garlic bread at him.
Everyone was having a good time, crowded around the small table Hopper had bought after realizing they all needed a lot more space than just he and El did. Joyce asked the boys about school, how Steve’s new job at the ice cream place in the mall was.
But then Hopper turned to Steve, asked him what his plans for after graduation were.
“I was thinking about taking some time off. Working for a little while so I can figure out what I want to do.” Steve was pushing a chunk of tomato around on his plate.
“So you’re big plans are working at the mall?” Steve’s ears were tinged red. He was staring at his plate, the piece of tomato.
“Why does he have to know right now? He doesn’t.” Billy was always quick to defend Steve, but he could tell where this was going, could smell it a mile away. He knew Hop didn’t mean anything by it, was just being the chiding dad wanting to look out for his son, but this was a touchy subject. Steve often got yelled at for not having future plans, for throwing his future away.
“I thought Jonathan told me you were going to work for your dad.” Steve starting taking practiced breaths, glancing up to smile at Joyce before looking back down.
“Uh, that was the, the plan but that’s, it’s not anymore.”
“What do you mean? That would be a better job to tide you over than the mall.” Billy kicked Hop under the table, shaking his head just a little, eyes wide.
“Uh, yes. Yes it would be, but um, since I don’t, won’t have a, a degree, the offer has been rescinded.” Billy closed his eyes. Figured rescinded was the exact word Mr. Piece-of-Shit Harrington had used after calling his son his idiot for an hour. Billy hadn’t gotten the whole story, Steve didn’t tend to speak clearly when he was sobbing into Billy’s neck.
“Wait, what do you mean you won’t have a degree?”
“Dad-”
“I didn’t get into college. Any college. Not even Tech,” He placed his fork down, blinking rapidly. “Thank you so much for dinner, but I really have to be going.” He gave a weak smile at Billy who stood up with him, following Steve out of the cabin, throwing a glare over his shoulder at Hop.
Joyce began picking up plates.
“I don’t feel good about that, Hop.” She put the plates on the kitchen counter, standing on her toes to look out the window. “Oh no.”
Hop joined her, got a clear view of Billy sitting on the porch steps, Steve draped over him, completely in his lap. He had his face buried in Billy’s shoulder, and they could see the way his back was heaving, shaking as Billy rubbed gently up and down it, one hand playing with Steve’s hair.
“That, uh, that doesn’t look good.” Joyce turned to Hopper.
“I didn’t think we were, were hard on him, I mean maybe you could’ve gone in on him less-”
“I just spent a lot of years dealing with that kid being a brat. I want to make sure he’s good enough for my son. Billy has all of his eggs in that kid’s basket and he’s working at a mall for the foreseeable future.”
“Yeah but Hop, that’s not your call to make. He’s a good kid, he’s good with the kids, and he’s good to Billy, good for him to. Billy can make his own decisions about who’s in his life.”
“But I’m just worried about Steve being dead weight. Billy’s smart I’ve seen his report cards. He could go anywhere, do anything, but he’s gonna end up sitting in Hawkins working minimum wage because he doesn't wanna leave Steve.”
The front door slammed shut.
Billy was standing in the threshold, shoulders drawn tight, fists clenched.
“Jesus Hop, tell me how you really fuckin’ feel.” Hopper sighed.
“Look, you know I like the kid, you’ve just got a brighter future than-”
“You know he told me he sees you guys as his parents. You know why? Because his parents fucking suck.” He came to stand on the other side of the L shaped counter, looking sternly at Hop and Joyce. “Do you remember when he came over because he wanted to tell me he got a B on the essay I helped him write, and you patted him on the back and said good job, kid.” He gave a gruff imitation of Hopper. “You probably don’t, because it was such a nothing moment, but he talked about that for weeks. If he had brought home a B to his own parents, his dad would’ve yelled that he can do better and his mom would’ve taken her Vicodin and went to bed. Because that’s what his house is like. A B is the best grade he’s ever gotten.”
“Well, not for nothing, but there is a grade higher than-” Billy cut Hopper off with what sounded like a fucking growl.
“When Steve was five his teacher wanted to test him for dyslexia and ADHD and all this other shit that, mind you, he obviously fucking has, but his dad wouldn’t let him get tested. He said Steve just needs to work harder and calls Steve a retard and all this shit like every day. School is really fucking hard for him because he can barely fucking read on a good day and no one has ever helped him. He got a B on that paper because I read the book out loud to him, and he could actually understand the meaning of everything because he wasn’t trying to decipher all these letters moving around. And when he didn’t get into college, his dad went off on him, and told him he’s a disappointment, and told him he has one year to work and re-apply and get into college or he’s cut off. And don’t even get me started on his mom.”
Joyce looked like she was about to cry. Hopper felt like shit, felt like there was cold water running down his spine.
“You know she tells Steve she doesn’t love him? Seriously, she did it in front of me one night, like got drunk and starting talking about how she feels literally no emotions towards him, and never has.
He took a deep breath, gripping the edge of the counter so tightly his knuckles were white.
“So then tonight, you start in on him, saying a lot of the same shit his dad has been saying to him, except this time, he actually really cares what you think, thinks of you as more a father than his own dad, and you just shattered his fucking world. He’s out on the front porch right now, probably calling himself stupid and trying to pull chunks of his fucking hair out, because that’s his panic attack M.O.” Billy snatched up his and Steve’s jackets, Steve’s keys. “I’m going to take him home and stay the night with him to make sure he doesn’t fucking hurt himself because of this.” He stomped towards the door, turning back one last time. “And I expect and apology.”
It was silent after he left. They could hear him gently coercing Steve into the car, lots of hushed it’s okay Baby and hey, quit pullin’ your hair. They could hear Steve’s car start and pull out of the drive.
“Joyce, I feel like shit.” Her eyes were sympathetic.
“Me too, Hop. I had no idea. Can you imagine having a child and being that cruel?” Hop sat down on the couch, burying his head in his hands.
“And I can’t even fucking adopt him because he’s eighteen.” Joyce was quiet.
“Is that how you solve problems now? Adopting kids?” He looked at her.
“Worked for the other two, didn’t it?” She gave him a Look.
“I’m so embarrassed.” She sat down next to him, tucking herself under his arm. “That poor boy. That actually explains so much.”
“It really does. God, he’s just been crying out for fucking attention this whole time. Why didn’t I see it?” He groaned. “And I called him fucking dead weight, Joyce I’m a terrible person. I fucking remember that essay, because his face fucking lit up, and I thought it was kinda, kinda weird, but I don’t know if he’s ever heard good job before.”
Over the next few weeks, every time Steve was over Hopper tried to be kinder, softer. He had apologized to Steve, told him he didn’t need to figure himself out right now, and told him about how it took Hop three years of wasting away at University to realize he wanted to joint the police force.
The next time he came in with B paper that Billy helped him with, Hopper put it on the fridge, next to El’s list of daily vocab words, a few pictures Jonathan has taken, three of Will’s drawings, and Billy’s quarterly report cards (straight A’s, 4.0 GPA because his son is fucking smart).
“So, I pulled a few strings, got you in here with pretty short notice.” Hop was standing with Steve outside of a plain building. He had taken him into the city, said he needed help with something for Billy.
“What, what do you mean?”
“You’re gonna be tested for dyslexia. The test takes about 6 hours, but afterwards they’re going to know exactly how to help you.”Steve was looking at him with big eyes. Hopper awkwardly handed him a brown paper sack. “Joyce packed you some snacks and a lunch. You’ll get breaks and stuff. And don’t stress yourself out. There’s no right answers, this is just to find the best ways to help.” Hopper led Steve into the building, checking him in at the front desk. Steve was quiet behind him, had been blinking a lot as he looked around the testing center.
“I’m going to stay in the city in case you finish early.” He gave Steve a small smile, squeezing his shoulder. “Good luck.” He went to turn around, but was tackled into a tight hug, Steve squeezing Hopper probably as much as he could. He squeezed the kid back, gently patting his back. When Steve pulled away, he looked Hop int he eye.
“Thank you.”
Chapter 6: Anon: Brats
Summary:
anonymous asked:
just imagine billy and steve know one another so well that they’re in a situation where one of them is just being told to do 101 things by everyone and is getting stressed but no one notices except the other boy just by looking at them and it’s so soft. basically, they can read everything about each other just by one glance
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Billy’s eyes were wide.
The kids were all talking over one another, shrieking at Steve and Billy. They were at the mall, had driven all the kids for a day of shopping. Every kid wanted to do something different.
They were trying to make a plan to hit everything everyone wanted to do, the best way through the mall. But Mike had scoffed at Max wanting to go to the Flash Studios, and Dustin did not want to watch The Exorcist, which they were gonna sneak into, and El just wanted to go to The Gap and spend the $20 Hop had given her and Will was begging to go to Sam Goody.
Steve was trying to make a compromise, trying to cut over the yelling.
Billy was gonna lose it.
Everyone was getting loud, clamoring around. Steve was watching Billy, how he squeezed his eyes shut, his shoulders climbing up to his ears.
“Okay!” He clapped a hand over Dustin’s mouth, and gave each kid a look until they all shut up.
“Dustin, you’re with Max and El. You’re going to The Gap, Flash Studios, and Radio Shack, in that order. Mike, Lucas, you’re with me, I’ll get you into the movie. Will, you’re with Billy, you two go look at music, I’m going to meet you once I get the kids in the movie I am not staying for that shit.” Steve looked at everyone while they weighed their options. They all nodded. “Okay, then let’s go.”
They all split up, mozying in each direction. Steve turned to Billy, putting one hand on his shoulder.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m alright.”
“You just were starting to look really, like, overwhelmed.” Billy smiled weakly at him.
“Thanks, Stevie. I’m good.” Steve squeezed his shoulder.
“I’m gonna go sneak those kids into a movie that’s gonna give me nightmares. I’ll see you in a bit.” He laughed, boogieing off to follow the kids.
He led Will to Sam Goody. The kid eyed the meager punk section as he followed Billy to Metal.
“What was, what was Steve checking on you for?”
“All you brats yellin’ and bein’ terrible. Makin’ me all tense.”
“I didn’t even notice that.” Will’s brows were furrowed.
“It’s just, you know, my dad. And all that.”
“I get it.” Billy looked up from the Metallica tapes he was flicking through, looking for one he doesn’t already own.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, when they all get, loud it makes me, just get, shaky.”
“Just when they start yelling, I really can’t deal with them.” Billy felt a head butt against his shoulder, looked behind him to see Steve, smiling like a dope. “Howdy, Partner.”
“G’day, mate.” Billy laughed, planting one hand in Steve’s face, pushing him back. “You good?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for giving me the good brat.” He winked at Will.
“They’re all good. Some are just gooder than others.” Billy snorted, turning back to Metallica. “You don’t have that one.” Steve’s arm shot beneath Billy’s armpit, tapping one of the tapes.
“Thanks, Silkworm.” He laughed, pinching Billy’s side and walking to the pop section, mussing Will’s hair as he went.
Chapter 7: Anon: Disappointment
Summary:
pretti-honey asked:
Hey love I’m feeling really angsty and I have an idea but I can’t write very well. So I thought I’d tell you! It kind of reminds me of that one Dad!Hopper post about Steve coming for dinner and hopper upsetting him. Anyway- this thought popped into my head and I was like ‘the worst possible way billy could hurt Steve would be to say “I’m disappointed in you”‘ and I imagine that it’s something that Billy says in the heat of the moment, something he doesn’t even focus much on, but for Steve it’s this record scratch glass shatter moment But billy just keeps talking because I imagine that he rambles when he’s mad, and Steve would just stop and go blank because while it hurts more than anything he’s ever felt, he can’t say he’s not used to it. (ily ❤️❤️💕)
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“I just can’t fucking believe you would do this.”
Billy used his hands a lot when he talked. They would flutter about and he would gesture wildly and snap and clap and point. It was always more when he was upset.
Right now he was flicking them with wild abandon.
Steve had fucked up.
He had gone out with Robin to a new bar last night. He wandered off, as he tends to do when absolutely shitfaced. And got lost. For a day. Didn’t know where he was, didn’t know how to get home, had lost his wallet, didn’t even have change for a payphone to let Billy know he was alive.
Billy had been worried sick. Steve said he would be home around 2 in the morning, and if not, he’d call. But then it was 2 and no Steve. it was 3 and no call. it was 6 and Billy called out of work, didn’t want to miss a call from Steve.
And then a cop car showed up out front at 8 in the evening, and Steve got out and came inside.
Apparently the cops tried to arrest him, thinking he was a prostitute, but then he started crying and explained that he was fucking lost and they brought him home.
He had walked in to find Billy on the verge of tears, hugging him close before sitting him down to talk. Steve just wanted to fucking shower, and maybe cry, and be held but it looked like all that was off the menu.
“How many times do I have to say Stevie, don’t wander off. Or, to wear skirts with pockets so you don’t lose your fucking wallet. Which, Robin had, by the way. And that had me panicked because if they found your dead fucking body they wouldn’t be able to identify you. Just, I am so disappointed in you.”
Steve felt his whole world fucking shatter. He stood up as Billy went into the kitchen, pouring himself a drink.
“I’m sorry.” He darted off into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He got into the shower, turning the water near scalding.
Billy turned around, the words dying on his lips when he noticed Steve was gone. He was going to follow him to the bathroom, finding the door not only shut, but also locked, which was the opposite of Steve “I have never heard of boundaries in my life and I shit with the door open” Harrington.
He settled himself on the bed, taking deep breaths, trying to get himself under control. He ended up going on a walk around the block, trying to get his energy out.
Steve must’ve spent and hour sitting in the bottom of the tub, stifling sobs into his hand. The water was long cold by the time he nudged it off.
He had grown up being a disappointment to his father, who was not afraid to let Steve know that, would tell him every time they spoke. Probably still thought it whenever he thought of the son he disowned.
When he stepped out, he wrapped himself in the fluffy blue robe, the one Billy had gotten for him a few birthdays ago. Billy was waiting for him on the bed.
“Hey, you locked the door. Are you okay?” Steve’s eyes started welling up again. Billy was holding him in a second. “I’m sorry. I was just worried. I’m not mad.”
“Just disappointed.”
Billy’s heart dropped to his ass.
“Did, did I say that?” Steve just nodded.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry, Baby. I didn’t mean that. I’m not disappointed. I’m never disappointed in you. I’m sorry. I was just so fucking scared.”
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. Just please don’t wander off anymore. I’m fucking begging you.”
“I won’t, Bill. I was so fucking scared, and then the cops showed up and tried to arrest me and-” He was starting up again, his breaths getting short. Billy scooped him up bridal style, tucking him gently in the bed, crawling in after, and settling himself around Steve.
“You’re safe now, Baby. I’m glad you’re safe.” He kept kissing any bit of skin he could get at. “I’m sorry I fucked up. I love you.”
“I love you, Bill. And it’s okay, I deserved it.” Billy huffed.
“No you didn’t. You’ve never disappointed me. You sure as fuck will never disappoint me. I’m disappointed in myself that I didn’t think before I said that.”
“I forgive you, Bill. Really, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“I love you. I love you.”
Chapter 8: Anon: Surprise
Summary:
anonymous asked:
Billy sneaks into steves bedroom but when he gets inside he hears yelling downstairs and that's when he finds out about how steves dad talks to steve
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Billy wanted to surprise Steve.
Steve’s parents had come home, which Steve had told Billy while avoiding eye contact, his arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
So Bully figured Steve was just feeling misty about something, and thought he may want to see him. So he climbed up to Steve’s bedroom window, and flung himself inside. He found the room empty, and moved to shut the door.
Just before he could, he heard, yelling.
“You said you were going to work harder.” He went out onto the landing, peeking out from behind the wall. He could see Steve, standing in profile. He was hugging himself, staring at the floor. “Christ, Steven. You’re such an embarrassment.” He could see Steve’s dad cross in front of him, going for the drink he had abandoned on the side table. Steve sniffed. “Don’t you dare cry.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I’m, I’m not.” Billy was seeing red. Why hadn’t Steve told him.
“Don’t be sorry, just fix the problem.”
“Well, I think we should talk about getting me another tutor-”
“No. We got you a tutor. It didn’t help. You are just, irreversibly stupid.” Billy had to leave. He stalked back to Steve’s room, taking care not to slam the door. He was pacing in front of Steve’s bed, absolutely fucking seething.
“Holy shit.” Steve jumped a mile when he saw Billy in his bedroom, shutting the door quickly. He smiled at Billy, and went to embrace him, but Billy dodged it.
“Is he always like that?” Steve’s face fell.
“You, you heard that?”
“Yes, I heard that. Is that how he always talks to you?”
“I mean, yeah, but it’s, it’s no big deal.” Billy gaped at him.
“No big deal? No big deal? It’s a fucking huge deal! Why didn’t you tell me?” Steve was looking back at the floor. Billy huffed, pulling Steve’s arms from around himself, tugging Steve into his own. “He shouldn’t say those things to you.”
“I mean, he’s not exactly wrong-”
“Yes. He. Is. He’s wrong, Steve. You’re not stupid.” Steve just huffed into his shoulder. “You’re not.”
“I just, I failed another test, and I said I’d work harder and I did, I studied so hard, Bill, and I still failed-” he breathed in sharply, and started fucking sobbing into Billy’s shoulder. Billy was fucking stunned. Steve was always trying to be the strong one. His body sagged into Billy, letting him take his weight.
“Hey, hey. C’mon, Stevie. You’re not stupid.” Steve was too busy having a full breakdown to listen to him, so Billy just sat them both down. He rocked him gently, rubbing his back.
“I’m sorry. I just, I know how your dad is, and I, he’s not that bad.” Steve sniffed against his shoulder again, had finally stopped crying.
“Stevie, just because he doesn’t hit you doesn’t mean it’s not bad.”
“But it’s, I just-”
“Baby, abuse is abuse. Don’t matter what form it takes.” Steve took a shaky breath.
“I didn’t, I never thought about it like, like that.”
“I’m sorry, Pretty Boy.” He pressed a kiss to Steve’s head. “Has it, always been like that?”
“Long as I can remember.”
“What so, he was talking like that to you as a fucking, child?”
“I mean, yeah. That’s why, that’s why they’re gone all the time. He says because he, just, he doesn’t like being here to see me being a failure.” Billy squeezed him tighter.
“I’m sorry, Baby. I’m sorry. God, they don’t deserve you. They really had the best person in the whole fuckin’ world right there, and they fuckin’ chucked you away. What assholes.” Steve gave a wet little laugh. “I hate ‘em. Let’s run away.”
“We can’t just, just run away.”
“Why not? I got a car. We can just leave. Kick our asshole dads goodbye.
“Isn’t the phrase kiss?”
“Yeah, but I ain’t kissin’ either of our dads.”
“Good choice.”
“We can just go. I could take you home.”
“California?”
“Yeah, we’ll go to Cali. Get a shitty little apartment by the beach. A cat.”
“Is the cat gonna be fat?”
“Yeah, Baby. It’ll be a chunky little man.”
“And we’ll have big windows, and we’ll keep them open and we’ll be able to smell the ocean all the time.”
“And we can do whatever we want. We could go to school, or not and get terrible jobs that make us tired and angry.”
“We could spend every Sunday naked. And make pancakes and try to keep our fat little cat out of the batter.”
“And you can wear whatever you want, we can go to thrift stores and buy you all kinds of stuff.”
“And we’ll make fun of infomercials at 2 in the morning.”
“We’ll cook food and burn it and order take out instead.”
“And we’ll watch movies on a shitty couch we’ll get second-hand.”
“We’ll watch scary movies, and you’ll get too scared, and you’ll crawl into my lap and I’ll hold you.”
“And we’ll have lots of pillows on the bed, and so many blankets so I won’t get cold at night.”
“But your feet will still be cold because they always are and you’ll put them all over me.”
“So then you’ll start tickling me because you’re a monster that wants me to suffer.”
“And you’ll look at me with those big eyes you know I can’t resist, and we’ll end up making out and then we’ll end up fucking because you’re just too damn sexy for me.”
“You’ll be talking all gross about how loud I am, and how good I feel and our neighbors will hit the wall to make us shut up.”
“And we’ll go to the beach everyday, and watch the sun set over the water.”
“And we’ll hold hands and walk along the boardwalk, and you’ll tell anyone who looks at us funny to fuck themselves.”
“And God, we’ll be so fucking happy.” Billy squeezed Steve just a little bit closer.
Chapter 9: Anon: Tommy Finds Out
Summary:
anonymous asked:
What about something where Tommy finds out about Starcourt? I feel like that could be super interesting. Just an idea! 😃
Notes:
So, this could be some pre-Stommy, I was more thinking of it as Tommy being a good friend, but 🤷♀️ There’s for sure past-Stommy mentioned bc it’s me. Pretty much all hurt. It's sad.
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“He hasn’t gotten out of bed in nine days.”
Steve could hear Robin coming up the stairs, talking softly to someone.
His back was to the door, curled up in his bed. He had come home from Starcourt, threw his uniform in the trash, taken a shower, drawn the curtains in his bedroom, and curled up into his bed, and hasn’t left.
Robin and Dustin come over every day, sitting with him, talking quietly. They’ve tried to get him out of bed, tried to get him to eat, but nothing is helping.
There was a soft knock on the door.
“Hey, Dingus. I brought someone with me today.” He felt the bed shift behind his back, someone sitting close to him. There was a hand petting through his greasy hair.
“Hey, Stevie.”
Tommy’s hand was as soft as it always was as he tugged gently on the ends of his hair.
“I’m here for you. If you need to talk.” Steve took a shaky breath.
“I don’t know what to do.” His voice was hoarse. He hadn’t spoken in days. He could hear Robin sniff. “Tommy, I don’t-” his voice broke, and gave way to rough sobs, his back heaving. Tommy gentled him into his lap holding him close to his chest.
“It’s okay, Stevie. I got you.” Robin’s eyes were shining. “Can you, can you tell me what’s happening?”
“I can’t- I just miss him.” Tommy glanced up at Robin, giving her a questioning look.
“We were there. When the mall caught fire and when, when Billy Hargrove, uh, when he-” Steve whipped around. Robin hadn’t actually seen him in days.
His face was still beat to shit, a large bruise on either side of his left eye, his lip split and still bleeding. His eyes were dull as he looked at her.
“When he what, Robin? Fucking say it.” She pursed her lips.
“Stevie, don’t be an asshole. She’s just trying to help.” Steve slumped, seemed to deflate.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, turning back to Tommy. “We were together. We were, I loved him, Tommy.”
Tommy looked at Robin. “Shit.” He nudged Steve back into bed, gesturing at Robin to follow him into the hall, shutting Steve’s door softly. “Explain.”
So Robin did, to the best of her ability. Explained getting trapped by Russians under the mall for days, that Steve was tortured, that they were drugged.
“I didn’t, I didn’t know they were together until after he,” She squeezed her eyes shut. “Billy fell and Steve took off to him, and he was, I’ve never heard someone scream like that.” Her hands were shaking. “Today is the first time he’s spoken since everything. I just, you’ve known him so much longer, so much better. I thought you could help him.”
“Go downstairs, he keeps a stash of Girl Scout Cookies in the cabinet over the sink.” She rushed off as Tommy pushed his way back into Steve’s room.
“Okay, Stevie. We’re doin’ this.” He hefted Steve out of bed, settled him on the counter. He ran him a bath. Steve was pliant as he tugged him out of his clothes, a shirt he realized with a sinking feeling was probably Billy’s. He helped Steve sink gently into the hot water.
He had done this before.
Sometimes Steve would get like this. When his grandmother dies, he spent five days blankly in bed before he was able to leave the house. When he failed his Sophomore English class it was three days. And then sometimes it would just happen. He would just be empty for a few days.
So this is what Tommy would do.
He washed his hair, gently and slowly. He let Steve be quiet, let him close his dull eyes and let someone else take care of him.
Robin joined him as he was washing the conditioner out of Steve’s hair. She had a sleeve of Thin Mints with her. Tommy pulled one out, poked it into Steve’s mouth.
When he got like this, he just kinda let things happen to and around him. So Tommy periodically put a cookie in his mouth, figured anything was better than nothing.
“Okay, water’s getting cold, Stevie.” He pulled Steve into a standing position while Robin wrapped him in the softest towel she could find.
He was slightly more himself when Tommy was getting him dressed, put on his shirt without having Tommy force it over his head. Robin had picked him some soft clothes, and Tommy figured this shirt was also Billy’s the Black Sabbath logo was faded.
Tommy had to carry Steve downstairs though, figured he could do with a change of scenery. He sat on the couch, holding Steve in his lap. Robin was perched in an armchair.
Calling Tommy had felt like a last resort kinda thing. Whenever Steve mentioned him at Scoops, he would roll his eyes, call him an asshole, but it was obvious that Tommy loved him, in his own way.
Taking care of Steve looked practiced, like he’d been taking care of him his entire life.
Robin realized, he probably had.
He swept in and in a few hours, had cleaned Steve up, gotten him out of bed, gotten him to speak, to eat. It was more than Robin and Dustin had been able to do in nine days.
He had even brushed Steve’s teeth before putting him back in bed.
“So, tonight’s gonna be the big one.” He was sitting back with Robin downstairs, had just finished tucking Steve into bed. “When he gets like this, he’ll be, empty for a while, but when he starts coming back to himself, it’ll all hit him. I’m gonna stay over, I’ll sleep with him, if you wanna take a guest room, he’d probably like it if you were here.” She nodded.
“You’re being, really cool about everything.”
“What, you mean, the fucking torture and the Russians and shit?”
“I mean the fact that Steve just lost his boyfriend.” Tommy just smiled sadly.
“Billy wasn’t his first.” He patted her once on the shoulder, taking the stairs two at a time exactly the way Steve did.
Steve was in a tight ball again. Tommy curled up behind him, keeping his arms tight around Steve. And then-
“Bill?” Tommy’s heart fucking shattered.
“It’s me, Stevie. It’s Tommy.” Steve went rigid, and then deflated.
He was shaking. His sobs were coming out sharply, rough and loud. Tommy manhandled him over, pressed Steve’s face into his chest as he screamed.
Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight back his own tears as Steve fell apart. His body was heaving, his hands pulling sharply at his hair. Robin burst into the room, her eyes wet when she saw what was happening. She sat on the bed behind Steve, helping Tommy keep his hands out of his hair.
“I can’t, I can’t-” He was sobbing into Tommy. “Not without him.” Tommy sniffed.
“I’m sorry, Stevie. I so sorry.”
Chapter 10: Mothers' Day
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Happy Mothers' Day to all the beautiful mamas out there!
I wanted to explore this and please know, if you have a bad relationship with YOUR mother for any reason, you in NO WAY OWE her anything today.
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“It’s Mother’s day.”
Billy grunted.
He and Steve were sitting across from one another, eating breakfast as Steve looked over the newspaper.
“Am I a bad person if I don’t call my mom?” Steve looked fucking miserable when Billy looked up.
“Of course not, Stevie. You don’t owe shit to a bad mom today.” Steve shrugged, playing with the corner of the paper.
“Sometimes, sometimes I just feel bad. She wasn’t, awful, and, and you don’t even know where your mom is.”
“Even if I could, I wouldn’t. And your mom fucking sucked, Pretty Boy. Remember what Heather says.”
“Neglect is abuse,” Steve mumbled. Heather was Steve’s therapist, the one he worked with on Tuesdays while Billy worked across the office with his therapist, Angie. They would go to dinner afterward, or sometimes come home and cry together.
“That’s right. She doesn’t deserve a call today.” Steve finally looked at him, giving a little half-smile.
“I just still feel kinda bad about it.”
“Then call another mom. Call Claudia or Joyce or just a fucking good mom.” Steve’s eyes lit up.
“Holy shit, Bill. You’re right! You wanna call them with me?” Steve was clearing his place at the table.
“Yeah, sure. Just gimme a minute first.”
They called both women.
Joyce was thrilled to receive a call from them, and they spoke for a long time, no doubt running up the phone bill like mad calling long distance to Hawkins. But it was worth it when Steve said Happy Mothers’ Day! and Claudia began weeping, explaining to a teary-eyed Steve that she always thought of him as her son, as Dustin’s brother.
It was so sweet and made Steve actually happy, made him forget about his distant mother, made him feel loved by his moms, the ones that actually care.
And maybe it stung, that these boys had to look for a mother’s love from other women, that their own mothers didn’t even think about them on this day, but they were not without love, had carved it out of nothing, had grown it from the arid soil of their hearts.
And sometimes mothers were not the women that birthed you, sometimes mothers were the women who were kind, who gave you a home, who rebuilt you with gentle hugs and kind words.
Chapter 11: Anon: High Steve
Summary:
anonymous asked:
steve and jonathan like to get high together sometimes. they decide to one day get high in the morning before school just to see what's it like. billy doesn't pick up on steve being high and he's being billy, teasing him however he wasn't expecting steve to respond to him in the way he does( you decide ). robin and nacy is eating this shit up
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Steve’s was always the designated hotboxing car.
He could air it out well, and didn’t regularly have a kid in his car. Well not at the rate that Jonathan drove Will around.
So here they were, hotboxing the shit outta Steve’s car before school.
Steve cracked the windows before they got out, giggling to one another.
Steve was absolutely baked as they walked into the school, finding Nancy and Robin waiting for them both.
“Jesus you two reek.” Robin pretended to choke as Steve wrapped her up in a big hug.
“I’m so high.” She shoved him away. “God, this is gonna be such a good day.”
They were all leaned against the lockers as Billy swaggered past, no doubt off to meet Steve’s old friends.
“The fuck are you lookin’ at, Harrington?” Billy was smirking at him, looking like he had a retort good and ready for whatever Steve could say.
“You’ve got a cute lil’ nose.” Robin choked behind him. Jonathan had to bury his face in Nancy’s shoulder, he was laughing so hard.
And Billy, Steve had never seen someone go so red so fast.
“It goes up at the end.” Steve was poking at his own nose. “Like a lil’ bunny.”
“Are, are you high?” Billy had lost all poise, all of his swagger and charm.
“I’m soaring right now, bunny man.”
“Don’t fucking call me that.”
“Not my fault you got that cute nose.” Billy sniffed. Steve was delighted. Robin’s eyes were wide as she looked back and forth between them.
“Jesus, Harrington. You sound like a queer.” Billy was grasping at straws, looking for anyway to have the upper hand here.
“Probably ‘cause I am one.” It was dead silent.
Robin’s smile had slid right off her face. Billy looked at a loss. He took a step closer to Steve.
“Don’t joke about shit like that.”
“Not a joke, bunny man.” Steve reached out, going for Billy’s nose. Billy grabbed his wrist. His eyes were darting between Steve and everyone else, trying to get a read on the situation.
“Look, he’s high. Don’t go punching the shit outta-” Robin had stepped in front of Steve, making Billy drop his wrist.
“Wasn’t gonna.” Billy’s voice was small, but he still cut Robin off. “Look, I’ll see you around, Harrington.” His shoulders were hunched as he walked away, hands in his pockets.
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Steve was still baked by lunch, probably chatted with the kind lunch lady for too long, but he got his tray, piled high with everything he could get, and slammed down next to Robin.
“Dude, this is good shit. I’m still rolling.” Jonathan was talking through his sandwich.
“I’m absolutely fucking toasted.” Robin rolled her eyes.
“Have you seen Billy after this morning?”
“No why?” Steve wiped at his mouth, had spat out a little bit of meatloaf when he spoke.
“You are foul.” Steve shrugged. “I have A.P. Government with him, and he kept like, turning around and staring at me, and then after, he waited for me and asked if I was your girlfriend.”
“What’d you tell him?”
“Well, I laughed in his face and left, so let’s see what he gleaned from that.” She stole a bite of Steve’s pudding.
“He’s staring.” Jonathan was smirking over Steve’s head.
He whipped around, meeting Billy’s eye. He raised his fist to his face, miming giving a blowjob.
Billy’s ears went red.
Steve laughed, Robin slapping his arm.
“Why are you egging him on? He’s gonna beat the shit outta you!” Nancy was smiling as she said it, though.
“Or he fucks the shit outta me.” He whispered back. Jonathan lost his mind, laughing so hard he had to rest his head on the table.
“I always have gotten a vibe from him.” Robin leaned in conspiratorially.
“Me too. The vibe that I wanna blow him.”
“Harrington.” Steve whipped around, losing his balance for a moment. “Can I talk to you?”
Billy didn’t wait for an answer, just stomped away.
Steve stumbled to follow him.
Billy stopped in the hallway, checking for anyone around.
“What the fuck was that this morning?”
“Me being high.” Billy ground his jaw.
“I heard you just now. Saying you wanna blow me.”
“Yeah.”
“What the fuck?”
“I literally said I was queer this morning.”
“I thought, I thought that was a joke.” Billy dropped his eye contact. “Or that you had found out. Were makin’ fun a’ me.”
“Found out what?” Billy sighed, rolling his eyes.
“That I’m a fuckin’ fairy.” Steve frowned.
“Shouldn’t say that.”
“Why not?”
“It’s mean. Don’t be mean to yourself.” Steve brushed his fingers over Billy’s arm. “Be nice, bunny man.”
Billy huffed a laugh.
“You wanna talk when you’re not baked? Maybe, uh, hang out?”
“Like a date?” Steve was hopping from foot to foot, Billy’s eyes brightening up at his little happy dance.
“Sure, Harrington. Like a date.”
“Yeah! Fun!” Billy laughed, some of the tension gone from his shoulders.
“I’ll, uh, I see you then. Tomorrow. I’ll swing by your place.” Billy was walking backwards back towards the cafeteria, Steve following him blindly.
Billy turned, swaggering back to his posse.
Steve slid back into his seat.
“So, I think I’m dating Billy Hargrove, now.”
Chapter 12: Anon: Tease
Summary:
anonymous asked:
I love it when steve’s a tease, so what about him sending billy all kinds of dirty messages and purposely coming to sit on billy’s lap after that while they’re hanging out with tommy, carol, robin etc and billy would try his best to not get hard, but steve grinding on him slowly isn’t helping.
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Billy sighed at his phone.
Steve was literally sending him nudes, from the bathroom.
The one that was just down the hall, probably less than ten steps away.
And Steve was sending him pictures of his cock in his hand, his fingers pinching his nipples, and Jesus Christ there’s his hole.
And Billy’s a simple man. He sees his boyfriend’s ass, he thinks about fucking it. And now he’s sitting low in the couch in Tommy and Carol’s shoe box apartment, half drunk, half hard, and half pissed off at Steve.
(Not really, though. He doesn’t think he could ever be pissed off at Steve.)
And Steve grins like that cat the got the fuckin’ cream when he comes out of the bathroom, sees Billy with his stupid red cheeks, and plops himself right on his lap, right on his half chub that’s all Steve’s fault anyway, and he fucking wiggles, pretends he’s getting comfy.
And then Steve says it’s a lil chilly tonight and spreads a blanket over the two of them, and Billy almost fucking dies inside, because Steve wasn’t cold, just wanted the blanket to cover them, cover the way he’s rocking his hips slightly, grinding on Billy’s now fully hard dick.
And Billy knows why Steve does shit like this, knows that he knows Billy’s gonna punish him for it later, fuck him as hard as he can into the mattress, get him loose and pliant and hopefully crying, flip them over, make Steve ride him on shaking legs.
He wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist, tried to hold him down, but Steve just gives him a little side eye, and starts squirming about.
“Jesus, Steve, can you chill?” Robin gave him a dirty look. He gave one right back.
“Billy’s being mean.”
“I’m about to be a lot meaner.” Steve grinned at him.
“Oh, yeah. Don’t stop.”
“You two are so much.”
“That’s fucking rich, Tommy.” Tommy had Carol on his lap, pretty much mirroring exactly how Billy and Steve were sitting.
“Hey man, don’t hate.” Billy opened his mouth, was gonna retort, probably say somethin’ real clever but then Steve shifted, threw his ass back against Billy’s lap, and Billy choked on his own breath, so he shut his mouth, his face hot.
“You okay?” Carol was giving Billy a weird look.
“Yeah. He’s fine.” Steve wiggled around a bit more on his lap. Billy buried his head in his back.
“Wait, are you-?” Steve grinned at Robin, wiggling a little more in Billy’s lap. “Are you fucking kidding?”
Everyone began shouting at them, Tommy even going as far as to chuck an empty beer can at them.
Chapter 13: Anon: Plan
Summary:
anonymous asked:
hello !! may i request billy trying to "woo" steve but hes oblivious to it ? and it gets to a point where nacy is Tired of billy looking like That when steve plays offs his advances and she just decides to help him out with a relucent jonathan ? robin is there too but she isn't gonna say anything bc she loves a good show. thank you !!!
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Jonathan was sitting on the counter, Nancy leaning on his legs when Billy walked in.
He smiled sheepishly at them, heading towards where Steve was behind the counter, chatting as he rewound tapes. He ducked over into the horror section, re-emerging quickly, obviously knew what he was comin’ in for.
“Oh, Exorcist. I haven’t seen this one. Steve was all smiles as he stood up to help Billy.
“It’s pretty good. Lots a’ gore, and stuff.” Billy side eyed Jon and Nancy, leaning a little further over the counter. “We could watch it together, if you wanted.”
Billy had gotten a nice studio apartment in downtown Hawkins with the government cash out he had gotten from the whole Starcourt ordeal. Steve had helped him move in, hadn’t been back since.
“Sorry, man. Don’t really like horror movies.”
Nancy noted how dejected Billy looked when Steve looked down to punch in the amount on the register. Billy left with a small wave and Nancy reached over to whack Steve in the arm.
“What the hell was that for?” He was pouting at her, rubbing his arm.
“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”
“What’d I do this time?”
“Billy just asked you out!” Steve’s eyes were wide.
“No?”
“Yes.”
“No, he just invited me over. He does that a lot. usually he rents movies I don’t think I would like, though.”
“He wants you to come over and get scared so he can protect you, or whatever.”
“N-no.”
“Yes. He wants to sit on the couch, and put his arm over you, and he wants you to hide your face in his chest when you’re scared literally all guys use that move.” She considered Jonathan for a moment. “Current company excluded.”
“I still don’t think he was asking me out.”
“Billy!” Nancy just so happened to be loitering near his apartment building as Billy was returning from his weekend job at the garage near family video. Billy started when she called his name.
“Uh, hey Nancy.” He was fidgeting with the buttons on his coveralls.
“Look, Steve is sweet, but he’s the most oblivious person on the planet.” Billy tightened his jaw, a shadow of his rough self, his rough pre-Starcourt self.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to push past her, but she just followed him up the stairs.
“I know you were trying to ask him out yesterday.”
“Wasn’t tryna do shit.”
“I don’t care that you’re into him. I want to help you.” She rolled her eyes.
“Help me?” He raised one eyebrow as they crossed into his little apartment, appraising her. “Help me do what?” She turned to him, grinning wide.
“I’m going to help you get him.”
“He likes movies with a lot of adventure. A steady rise and fall of events. So, Indiana Jones, or Conan, or James Bond, all of those. And he loves westerns. He made me watch so many fucking westerns.”
“Sounds like he just likes hot guys.” Nancy rolled her eyes.
“He likes Barbarella, too. He doesn’t have much in the way of an attention span, so things need to be constantly happening. He took me to see Gremlins three times when it came to the Hawk.”
“Okay, so action adventure. Easy enough.”
“Well, he’s also got a big soft spot for sappy romances. And I’m talking the real sappy ones, not like Sixteen Candles, I mean Gone with the Wind, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and Cleopatra. He’s a big mushball, and he loves love.” Billy kinda felt like he should be taking notes at this point. “He has all these Italian films from the forties, and he says that’s what he grew up watching, and they’re all very romantic. He loves watching those, because then he’ll translate the whole time, and I think that makes him feel romantic, it’s a whole thing.”
“Wait, he speaks Italian?”
“His mother was born in Italy somewhere. It’s his first language.”
“Shit, I didn’t know that.”
“He’s quite proud of it. He was raised by his grandmother, his nonna, and still knows all of her recipes.”
“That’s cute.” Billy thought for a second. “So, I should invite him over for a movie he’d like, and if I conveniently had all the ingredients for some complicated Italian dish, just like, around, he could be into that?”
Nancy stared at him.
“Wow. You’re just as mushy as he is.”
“Don’t hate.”
“You need to help me.”
“Nance, I just don’t feel like we should get-”
“Of course we should get in the middle of this! Our friends have a chance to be happy, together.” Jonathan huffed.
“Nancy, be honest with me. Are you just trying to do this because you genuinely want Billy and Steve to be happy, or because you still feel guilty about everything that happened with Steve?” Her mouth dropped open.
“I, I don’t-no.” She shook her head. “Of course not.” Jonathan raised an eyebrow at her. “No, Jon. I want them to be happy.”
“Okay, but I still don’t think we should interfere.”
“Of course we should. You saw them the other day, they cannot do this themselves. I’ve already talked to Billy.”
“You already-Nancy.” He gave her a look.
“What? I’m helping.” He rolled his eyes.
“Nancy’s making me talk to you.” Jonathan kept his voice monotone.
“Um, about what?” Steve was reshelving tapes, Jonathan following behind him with the box full.
“About Billy.”
“What about Billy?”
“She wants to help you two get together.” Steve laughed.
“I know she means well, but he does not like me like that.”
“She seems to think he does. Apparently, she’s already talked to Billy. They’ve got a whole plan.”
“A plan? What do you mean?”
“She told him all of your favorite movies and they’re idea is that you’ll go to his place and you’ll cook dinner together and watch a movie.”
Steve’s eyes were big when he looked up at Jonathan.
“Wait he, there’s actually a plan?” He was picking at the peeling sticker on a Cinderella tape. “What are we gonna cook?”
“I don’t know. Billy said he’s just gonna get a bunch of vague Italian shit, his words, and he’s hoping you’ll take over from there.” Steve smiled to himself.
“Um, you think you could get him a list? So he doesn’t just have to buy stuff.” Jonathan furrowed his brows.
“Wait so, you’re good with this?”
“I mean, it’s kinda, it’s kinda sweet.”
“So, her plan worked?”
“Well, I still gotta go on the date.” Steve returned to shelving tapes.
“But, you’re going?”
“Yeah. If he asks.”
“Get me a grocery list. And believe me, he’ll ask.”
Steve had picked one of his favorite recipes, giving Jonathan a list to casually slip to Billy.
He had been waiting all week for Billy to come back, rent some movie he loves, and ask him over.
But it had been days since he had spoken with Jonathan.
And he was losing hope.
“What’s up, Mopey?” Robin was fake pouting at him.
“Billy hasn’t been in in a while. Is all.” Steve shrugged, tried to act all casual.
Robin rolled her eyes.
“Missing your boyfriend?”
“Shut up.” His face was red as he mumbled. “Nancy and Jonathan kinda, they kinda made a plan, and I think he’s just, I think Billy’s not actually gonna go through with it.” She sighed.
“Look, I told Nancy I was not gonna get mixed up in this, but, he likes you, Dingus. He’s not backing out, he’s not blowing you off. Take a breath.”
“I’m just, I care about him, you know? He’s been through a lot. I don’t wanna fuck it up.” Steve was scuffing his foot against the ground, watching it intently. “I always fuck it up.”
“Hey, it’s just one date. And maybe there’ll be a next, and a next, but for now, take the date. Have a good night.”
Jonathan was back on the counter, watching Billy psych himself up outside.
He was hoping from foot to foot, obviously practicing everything he was gonna say.
Steve was being very good at not making eye contact with everyone.
The bell above the door made a loud sound as Billy shoved it open.
He stared at his feet as he hid himself in one of the aisles.
Steve gave Nancy a panicked look.
“Breathe,” She hissed at him. He took a few deep breaths in and out of his mouth, his eyebrows scrunched together.
A few minutes later, just as Steve had calmed himself down, Billy came back out of the aisle, a few different tapes in his hands.
He set the tapes down, giving Steve a nice smile, a real smile.
“Hey, Bill.” Steve wasn’t even looking at the tapes.
“Hi, Pretty Boy.” Steve flushed. “What’re you up to tonight?”
It was painful, watching the two of them dance around one another. Billy didn’t know Steve was in on the plan, didn’t know Steve was fucking vibrating and the speed of sound for Billy to ask him out.
“Um, nothing much. Just gonna go home.”
Nancy slapped Jonathan’s leg, pulling him into one of the aisles, spying on the two from around the shelf. Robin stayed sitting behind Steve, snapping her gum.
“You could come over, if you want. Watch one a’ these.” Steve finally looked down at the tapes, brightening up right away.
“I love Barbarella.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re a human.” Steve laughed as he punched in the amount. There were beginning to fall into a rhythm, Steve picking up the next tape.
“Oh shit.” He was holding the Sound of Music tape like it was made of gold. “I used to really love this movie.”
“We can watch it, if you want. I’ve never seen it.” Steve looked at him like he had an extra head.
“You’ve never seen it? Billy, what the fuck? We’re so watching this tonight.” He picked up the last tape.
“That one I got for me.”
“I uh, I didn’t even know this movie existed.” He was staring wearily at the mutant on the front, tracing the font spelling out Forbidden World.
“Oh Pretty Boy, you’d hate it.” Steve laughed. He took Billy’s neat bills, practiced hands made quick change.
Their hands brushed as Steve passed over the coins.
“You want me to bring anything? Tonight?”
“Just yourself.”
“Nothing for dinner?”
“I mean, I got some stuff. If you wanna, like, make something.” Billy was fidgeting with the tapes.
“Yeah, I, uh, I really like cooking. We could, like, cook together.”
“I’d like that.” Steve gave Billy one of his sunshiniest smiles. Made Billy melt a little. “What time you get off?”
“Five.”
“Be over as soon as you can, then.”
“Okay. Yeah, I’ll be there.”
“It’s a date then, Stevie.” Steve was grinning like he had won the fucking lottery. Billy gave him a stupid little two finger salute, nearly ramming into the glass door on this way out.
Steve waited until Billy was safely out of view of the storefront windows before he lost his shit.
He was wiggling around like the happiest little worm, Nancy coming out of hiding to give him a hug.
Robin snapped her gum at him when he tried to get near her, so he hugged Nancy again.
“Hey, thank you guys. For, for everything.” Jonathan clapped him on the back.
“No problem, man. Just do us all a favor, and get laid.”
Chapter 14: Anon: Eating
Summary:
anonymous asked:
oh god okay feel free to ignore this if you want, idk? but um ive been really struggling with eating lately (like i just kinda panicked about the thought of eating?) and you're really good at writing all this kind of stuff so maybe billy struggling with eating after starcourt (for medical and mental reasons) and steve helping but still bring gentle and encouraging (totally okay if this is a sensitive for you or if you don't want to write it 💕)
Notes:
Trigger warnings: medical stuff, disordered eating, talks of throw up (nothing graphic), me projecting.
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So, oof. A little background.
I spent three years misdiagnosed when I was young. I was so sick and in so much pain (one of my organs had literally died) that I couldn’t eat. If I did, I was in such severe pain I would throw up. I was 5 feet tall and weighed 62 pounds. If I had lost 2 pounds, I would’ve had an intestinal feeding tube.
The doctors thought I just had an eating disorder from doing ballet. They would look at my chart, see another chronic illness I have, and blame my pain on that. They found what was wrong BY ACCIDENT and fixed it within a few hours in one (1) surgery.So this is based largely on that.
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He pushed the mashed potatoes around the plate.
“I thought hospital food was supposed to be like, bad. This is pretty alright.” Steve had wolfed down the plate he had gotten himself, not paying much attention to how the plate he had brought Billy was still full.
“Yeah. It’s okay.” He had taken one bite.
He felt fucking sick.
The thought of food, of something in his sore stomach, made him want to hurl.
“You’re not eating?” Steve’s eyebrows were scrunched up, concerned.
“Don’t feel too good.”
“Would something sound better? I could get you whatever you wanted.”
“Um, just like a ginger ale or something. Then I’ll try eating again.” That was his go-to. Ginger ale or Sprite, the carbonation helped his stomach enough that he could force some food down for a while.
Steve got him a few cans from the vending machine.
He ended up taking three bites of potato.
-
Steve made dinner when he finally got to come home.
They had decided he would move in with Steve, “live” in the bedroom across the hall, but they both knew he would be spending the most time in Steve’s room.
He had just made buttered noddles, nothing that would be hard on Billy’s weak stomach, but he had made the noodles from scratch.
And Billy was just staring at them.
“You feeling okay?”
“Just, uh, you know. Stomach’s kinda off.” Steve got him a can of ginger ale from the fridge, slid it to him with a bright smile.
The gesture was sweet, but Billy just didn’t want to risk it.
Every night he spent heaving into the toilet, it made his muscles seize and hurt. It made his throat burn for hours, made him feel like he was wasting away to nothing.
-
He always used the same hole on his belts.
He knew it was the right one from the way the leather was stretched a bit, the buckle leaving indents on it.
But that was too big now.
Did nothing to hold up his pants.
His pants that used to fit.
He tightened his belt.
Two notches. He was two notches thinner.
-
Billy could hear the blender when he woke up.
He was curious as to what Steve was doing, what the fuck he was blending up.
He came downstairs, found Steve with grocery bags all around the kitchen.
“Hey! I’ve been doing some research.” He poured the thick smoothie into a blender. “I think this might be easier for you to eat and keep down. There’s protein powder and some ginger, that should help keep your stomach calm, and spinach, and some fruit and stuff.” Steve was fidgeting with his hands.
“Thank you.” Billy sat down with it.
Steve let him take his time, let him drink it in tiny sips.
He was about halfway through when he threw it all up.
-
Billy hadn’t eaten in two days.
But he also hadn’t thrown up in just as long.
Steve poked a plate of plain toast towards him.
Billy stared at it.
Steve sighed.
“Will you just, take one bite? For me?”
He took the smallest bite he possibly could.
Steve let him wait ten minutes before he pushed the toast back towards him.
They continued that until Billy finished the toast, waiting a while between each bite in order to make sure it wasn’t on its way back up.
He kept it down almost the whole night, until the pain in his stomach flared again and he was heaving into the large mixing bowl Steve kept next to the bed.
-
Billy was laying on the bed, curled into himself, clutching his stomach.
Steve had been behind him almost all day, rubbing his back, talking in a low soothing voice.
He left when there was a pounding on the door. He left the door open, Billy could hear Max’s voice.
“Jesus, Max. You’re a mess.”
“It’s, it’s raining. And I fell.”
“Why were you skateboarding in the rain?”
“I um, I remembered, whenever Billy felt sick, he liked eating lime popsicles, and I went to Melvald’s, and I got some.”
She sounded hysterical.
“Alright, thank you, Max. Thank you. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He heard them coming up the stairs, going into the bathroom on the landing he kept the first aid kit in.
They were in there for a while before Steve came in, talking in that soft voice he always uses.
“Billy, Max is here.”
It felt like a feat for him to roll over.
Her knees were bandaged up, and her face was splotchy.
“Hey, Shitbird.”
“You look like shit.” He huffed a laugh.”
“Feel like it, too.” Her lip trembled. He didn’t want that. “Hey, thanks for the popsicles. Can I get one? Lime, right?”
“Yeah. Lime.” Steve helped him sit up, gave him one of the popsicles.
It tasted good, and the cold was nice on his throat.
And he even kept the whole thing down.
-
Steve was standing next to Billy as they waited for the doctor.
He had lost nearly thirty pounds since he’d been home. His muscle was nearly entirely gone.
“Steve, just, play it cool.”
“I will not.” He had his pissed off mom face on, and Billy knew he had no qualms about yelling at a doctor.
“Steve, this is just, my life now.”
“No. I refuse to accept that.”
“You yell at Owens every time we’ve come in for the past four months, Steve.”
“And I’m gonna keep yelling until shit gets fixed.”
There was a rap on the door before Dr. Owens let himself in.
“You need to help him.” Billy huffed as Steve started in immediately.
“Um, good morning to you both.” Dr. Owens looked between the two of them.
“Billy can’t eat without throwing up. Look at him. He’s fucking wasting away.”
“Steve-”
“No. I can’t take it anymore. There is something fucking wrong. It is your job to fix it.”
Owens’ eyes were wide, Steve was on a roll.
“Every day, every day he can’t eat anything. He won’t because he’s in pain, and he’d rather not eat than throw everything up. And you need to help him.”
Owens was quiet.
“Let’s run some tests.”
-
Billy was in imaging within a few minutes. He had an x-ray done of his abdomen, and Owens ordered several blood tests.
They were in another room, Billy was having an ultrasound done of his entire stomach.
The tech was looking at his intestines, finding everything normal.
“Look, you’re already doing all this, can’t you just kinda, poke around?”
“I’m not sure-”
“Just kinda,” Steve made a vague wiggling gesture around Billy’s stomach.
She gave him a look.
But she sighed, moving the wand up his body.
“Huh?”
“Wait, what’s huh?”
“Um, excuse me.” She left in a hurry.
“Wait, you think they found something?” Billy’s eyes were side.
“If they did, and I was right, you’re never gonna hear the end of it.” Billy rolled his eyes.
The tech returned with an older woman, pointing at the screen and discussing in low voices.
And then the doctor was leaving again, and the tech was wiping his stomach.
“So, we’re going to prep an operation room. We’re going to have you in there as soon as we can.”
“Wait, what?”
“His gallbladder is infected.” Steve was fucking grinning when he turned back to Billy.
“So, I was right?”
“Steve, read the room. Surgery.”
“Oh, fuck.”
-
Steve was biting his nails.
The chairs in the waiting room were stiff and uncomfortable.
They were given the rundown. Billy’s gallbladder had become infected. Probably due to the traumatic situation of his injuries and the many surgeries it took to put him back together.
It was almost completely dead inside his body, causing severe pain and all the vomiting. The doctor had explained that his rapid weight loss had probably only hurt it more.
They said it would take about two hours to remove.
Steve had been staring at the large clock as the two hours clicked by.
It was creeping up on two and a half, and he was getting fucking antsy.
He scrambled to his feet when a nurse called him back.
“You family?”
“Yeah, I’m his brother.” It was easier to lie. He needed to see him.
“He should be waking up very soon. It’s easier if there’s family. His surgery went well, the surgeons were able to remove his gallbladder with no other complications. He may be in pain and delirious when he wakes up, put that will pass, and we can give him more medicine if he needs.” They had stopped in front of a nondescript door.
Steve let himself in, taking the seat closest to Billy’s bed, taking his hand. His eyes were already blinking slowly. He smiled softly when he saw Steve.
“Pretty,” his voice was soft.
“Hey, Baby. I’m right here for you.”
“Thanks for, thanks for fightin’.” Steve smiled back at him, running a hand through his hair.
“Of course, Bill. I’ll always fight for you.”
“Love you.”
“I love you, too.” Billy smiled again. “You feelin’ okay? Need more meds?”
“Nah. Feelin’ good. Feelin’ high.”
“Yeah, they gave you the good drugs.”
“Good drugs.” He laid back in the pillow, his eyelids looking heavy.
“Go to sleep if you’re tired, Bill.”
“Don’t wanna. Wanna see you.”
“I’ll be here when you wake up again.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” Steve kissed his hand.
Chapter 15: Anon: I Nearly Threw Hands With a Thirteen Year Old
Summary:
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hello love !!! may i request steve going Apeshit when someone gets rough with the party ? he's already on a thin line trying to protect them from the monsters AND themselves so when he sees this go down, all he sees is red and it takes billy, jonathan and robin to pull him off ? thank you so much !!
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Steve was leaned against his car, passing a cigarette back and forth with Billy.
Jonathan had come over to chat with them, all waiting for the kids to get out of school.
“No, I’m telling you, it was like fully hard.” Steve was driving Robin home as well, and she was explaining the boner that Ryan Matthews had gotten next to her in English, the way he stared at her, open mouthed, while he had it. “Boys are disgusting.”
“Yeah, you’re not wrong.” Steve knocked his shoulder into her’s.
“If he does that shit again, let me know. I’ll fucking snap his dick off.” Billy pointed at her with the cigarette.
She opened her mouth to reply, when the doors of the middle school opened, and all the kids came flooding out.
“Steve! Start the car!” Dustin was tearing forward, looking panicked as the kids fucking ran.
“Whoa, what the hell is going on?”
“Troy punched Will!” Mike yelled, wrenching open Steve;s car and diving inside. Jonathan grabbed Will, looking at his face.
“Oh, fuck no.” Steve stubbed out the cigarette, pushing up his sleeves. “Little fucker’s gonna have to go through me.” Two boys Steve didn’t know where coming out of the school, chasing the party.
“Get back here, Zombie Boy! Come fucking fight back!”
“Hey! Shitstains!”
Billy just barely caught the back of Steve’s shirt as he launched himself towards the boys.
“Don’t you fucking dare touch my kids!”
“Jesus Christ, Harrington!” Billy was actually having difficulties holding Steve back, couldn’t get a good grip on him. Robin grabbed him around the waist, tried to use her body weight to keep him in check.
He was swearing at the two kids, swiping at them like a cat.
Jonathan showed up, pushing Steve back so that Billy could get a better hold on him.
It was taking all three of them to hold Steve back, he was bucking and pushing his whole weight against them, trying to kill these little fuckers.
“Steve, for fuck’s sake, you can’t punch a middle schooler.”
“I can, and I will,” Steve growled back at Billy.
They were so focused on keeping Steve at bay, that nobody payed any attention to Max, who stomped right up to Troy, and decked him, got him straight in the nose.
He collapsed spectacularly, Billy was fucking proud.
“Leave, my friends, alone.” Troy scrambled to his feet, hitting James on the chest, both boys sprinting back into the school.
Steve slumped back against Billy.
“Fucking Christ. I spend all my time trying to make sure you idiots don’t get killed by the fucking Upside Down, and here you are almost getting murdered by stupid fucking middle school bullies, I’m over it.” Steve was still boneless, Billy holding him up. “Max, I give you free reign to punch out anyone that fucks with the boys.” Max looked smug.
“Okay, hold on. Don’t listen to fucking Rocky Balboa over here. You know the drill, never throw the first punch, but if they-”
“If they start shit, make sure to finish it, yeah William, I fucking know.”
“Thanks, Maxine.” They made snarky faces at one another.
“Can we talk about how it took three grown people to stop Steve from fully fighting a child.” Robin had long since let go over him, was back to leaning against the car.
“I’ll kick anyone’s ass. I’ll kick a kid’s ass, I’ll kick your mom’s ass, I’ll kick my own ass.”
“Alright, Hulk Hogan. How ‘bout you take the kids home now.” Billy pat him on the back once Steve was upright again.
He kissed Steve’s head, gesturing for Max to follow him to his car.
“Hasn’t Steve lost every fight he’s ever been in?”
“Yeah, but let him dream.”
Chapter 16: Anon: Stuffie
Summary:
anonymous asked:
this might be weird but what about Steve being one of those people that never quite got over sleeping with like a certain toy from when he was a kid, my thought is some kind of stuffed dog but it could be whatever you want! i just imagine billy coming over without warning and finding steve asleep holding an old stuffie really tightly and billy just melting, steve would be super embarrassed when he woke up but billy just calming him down and asking about the stuffie until steve is chill again
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Billy tiptoed up the stairs, his boots in his hand.
He didn’t wanna wake Steve up, knew he’d been having a lot of trouble these days.
He opened Steve’s door as quietly as he could, closing it behind him.
He slid into the side of the bed that had long become his, spooning up behind Steve. He put one arm over him, felt something fuzzy.
He sat up, found Steve curled around a stuffed rhinoceros.
The thing was probably two feet long, stuffed all chubby and nice. Steve had his face pressed against the horns on it’s nose.
“This is the cutest shit I’ve ever seen.” Billy whispered into the quiet air, trying to commit the scene to memory.
He laid back down, holding Steve and the rhino close to him.
-
He woke up to an empty bed, sat up slowly to hear Steve in the bathroom. The rhino was nowhere to be found.
He smiled at Steve when he came back into the room, his hair still a little damp.
“Mornin’, Pretty Boy.”
“Hey, Bill.”
Billy laid back down, stretching languidly.
“Where’s your little rhino buddy?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve was staring at the floor,
“Y’know, that stuffed rhino you were all snuggly with last night.”
“Look, I know it’s lame-”
“It’s not lame. Cutest shit I ever saw in my life.” Steve bit the inside of his cheek.
“Do you think it’s weird?”
“Nah.” Steve sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I’ve had the rhino since I was five. I just, I never sleep very well without it. I’ve tried, I’ve tried a lot, but I can’t shake it.”
“Stevie, I don’t think it’s weird. I promise. I had a little armadillo, and I’d probably still be sleepin’ with it if my dad wasn’t a jackass.” Steve gave him a tight smile. “Is the rhino dude named?”
“I was five, so uh, it’s not the most creative name.”
“What is it?” Billy was smirking at him.
“Rhino Man.” Billy laughed.
“I can picture chubby baby Stevie doing that. How sweet.”
“Hey, don’t forget I’ve seen pictures of you as a kid. Don’t go callin’ me chubby.” Billy sat up, grabbing Steve around the waist and pulling him back onto the bed.
“Where do you put him when I’m here?”
“Under my bed.”
“You give him a little kiss before you put him down there? So he knows you don’t love him any less?” Steve squirmed. “You do!”
“I feel bad when he has to live down there!”
“Just bring him up. I’ll cuddle both of ya.” Steve was quiet, lying limp on his chest.
“You really don’t think it’s weird?”
“I really don’t think it’s weird.” Steve sat up, leaning off the edge of the bed to fish out his rhino. He held it to him, laying back on Billy. “I think it’s real cute.”
“Wait ‘till you meet the others.” Steve just mumbled it under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothin’ Bill. It’s fine.”
Chapter 17: Anon: Magpie
Summary:
anonymous asked:
billy bringing steve(courting steve with) little gifts like pretty rocks and stones. steve keeps all of them in a jar on his nightstand, it helps him sleep being reminded of billy and how he cares
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“Hey, I have something for you.” Billy was shifting awkwardly, not making eye contact.
“That’s very nice of you.” Steve was trying to do that more often. Tell Billy when he’s being nice and kind and caring. Billy gets this little flush on his cheeks and Steve just loves it.
Billy was fidgeting with something in his jacket pocket.
He took it out, slapping the little rock into Steve’s hand.
It was pretty, worn smooth like it had been in a river bed, a few veins of white and dark blue streaking through it.
“Sorry. I just saw all those rocks you have in your room.” Billy had come over to smoke with him last weekend. Steve rememebrs coming out of the bathroom to see Billy admiring his rock collection, just ones he’s picked up over the years.
“Thank you, Billy. It’s really pretty.” Billy gave him a tight smile.
-
Steve yawned.
He had slept like shit last night, had finally dozed off around three this morning, only for his alarm to blare at six because Dustin like to get to school an hour early.
On the plus side, Steve hasn’t been late to school in months.
He opened his locker, blinking at the rock sitting on his neat stack of books.
It was about the size of his fist, dark black with a shiny white spot.
He smiled at it, running his fingers softly over the white spot.
Billy was watching him from down the hall, tried not to show how much he melted at the soft look on Steve’s face as he ran his fingers over the rock.
-
Billy was holding out his hand, something enclosed in his fist.
Steve held out both hands, wiggling side to side as he waited for the rock.
Billy smirked at him, made Steve wait for it.
He stood there until Steve got too impatient, started trying to pry his fingers open.
“Gimme!” Billy laughed, opening his hand.
He had a crystal this time, shiny and clear, a few sides cut flat, the rest left natural.
“Ooh!” Steve studied the crystal. “It’s so pretty!”
“Got it at some hippy rock shop. Thought you’d appreciate it.” Billy was scratching the back of his neck, tugging at the long hairs there.
“I do, thank you.” He reached out, squeezing Billy’s bicep, letting his hand trail down his arm before letting him go.
Billy felt like his arm was on fire.
-
“Hey!” Steve was perched on the hood of his car, sitting all adorably like this is normal. “You got anything for me today?”
“That’s presumptuous of you.” Steve rolled his eyes.
“Okay, you’ve given me rocks everyday for a week, Bill. I want today’s.” Billy’s brain shorted out at the nickname.
“Uh, it’s not a rock, today.” Steve made grabby hands at him. Billy took the shell out of his pocket,
“Is this from California?” Steve looked in awe of the little white shell.
“Yeah. La Jolla beach.”
“No shit?”
“No shit.”
“But, don’t you wanna keep it? Remember home?”
“Nah, I got like a hundred of ‘em. That’s for you.” Steve beamed at him.
-
Steve’s little collection had grown a lot since Billy had begun giving him things to add to it.
It was spread along his windowsill, all over his dresser, his desk, just everywhere.
He kept the shell on his nightstand, would run his fingers over it, look at it as he fell asleep.
Billy was like a little magpie, collecting pretty things to give to Steve.
He figured it was Billy’s way of making up for the past, moving on from their fight, even though Steve had forgiven him a long time ago.
It was still cute, these little gifts.
And sometimes Steve hoped they were a little bit more than an apology, sometimes he hoped they were a gesture, something to show Steve that he cares about him, maybe even loves him.
Chapter 18: Anon: Sick
Summary:
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Forced To Confront Feelings: Steve and Billy are enemies with benefits, and in true angst fashion Steve’s touch-starved need to connect to someone ends up on Billy but he doesn’t dare say a word of it. Once he does, he knows Billy will leave and not come back. It comes to a head when Steve is majorly ill one day but is still forced to take the kids to the pool, as Billy picked up an earlier shift. He’s in a bad mood and Steve doesn’t wanna make it worse so he does what he’s asked (told), but the heat of the day and his exhausted body meet head to head, and he passes out and falls in the pool. Billy’s gonna have to face up to what he’s been desperately trying to squash when he rescues Steve and sees he’s hit his head and isn’t breathing.
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Billy rolled off of Steve, left him panting and tired, laying in his own cum and sweat.
Billy patted him once on the thigh, getting up to get dressed, to leave.
That’s how it always went. Billy fucked him good and hard, and then left before Steve could even say goodbye.
At it was fine.
It was.
They weren’t together, weren’t even friends, really.
Steve was just being a baby, just being needy and clingy, everything Nancy always said was so bothersome, Steve.
He watched Billy get dressed, biting his tongue every time he wanted to ask Billy to stay, to spend the night and hold him.
But Billy was already stomping down the stairs.
So Steve rolled over and tried to imagine strong arms around his waist.
-
He could feel the illness coming for days before it actually hit.
His throat was sore every morning, and his cough was dry, made him hack for days.
He was curled up in bed, had a heating pad on his aching stomach, the trash can close to his bed just in case.
He absolutely fucking longed to have someone there, to have Billy there, bringing him hot soup and pressing a cool wash cloth to his head.
He was running a mild fever when the kids showed up, begged him to bring them to the pool.
He rolled his carcass out of bed, shoving himself into the first swim trunks he could find, the only shirt he saw.
Dustin raised one eyebrow at him when he tromped downstairs, but he didn’t care, just drove the little shits to the pool.
It was fucking hot today, and Steve felt fucking delirious sitting in the heat.
He was in the bathroom, his head pressed against one of the lockers, the cool metal.
“You’re on my locker, dipshit.” He stood up slowly, blinking at Billy.
“Sorry, Bill.” Billy furrowed his brows.
“You look like shit.” Steve smiled wearily at him.
“You gonna take care a’ me?”
“Fuck no, Harrington. Fuckin’, get outta here.” He shoved Steve aside, made him stumble a little.
Steve pouted, still leaned against the lockers.
Billy just shook his head, started changing into his lifeguard uniform. Steve jsut watched him.
Billy looked up at him slowly.
“Harrington, get out. Fuckin’ perv.” Billy shoved him again, made him slam into the lockers. His head spun.
He stumbled out of the locker room, the sun beaming into his eyes, making him dizzy.
He closed his eye, squatting down where he stood, pressing the heels of each hand into his eye sockets.
He took some deep breaths, trying to get the world to stop spinning. When he thought it was safe, he stood back up.
His vision went dark.
Billy was just stepping out of the locker room, unlit cigarette in his mouth when he saw Harrington stand up.
It was almost comical, the way his body just went down, like someone had cut the strings off a marionette.
But then Steve wasn’t surfacing, had sunk right to the bottom.
Billy scrambled to blow his whistle, throwing caution to the wind and sprinting forward, diving into the water.
He grabbed Steve around the middle, swimming up with him.
Billy’s blood was rushing in his ears.
Freddy was there, helped Billy pull Steve out of the pool.
Steve was just laying there.
And then Billy noticed the blood.
A gash on the side of Steve’s head was bleeding, the blood mixing with water, made it look like there was so much.
He tugged off his wet shirt, pressing it to the wound, staunching the blood as best as he could.
And then Billy checked over him.
And Steve wasn’t breathing.
Billy yelled for someone to call an ambulance, vague heard Heather yell back through the blood rushing in his ears.
He tilted Steve’s head back.
Okay, okay. You can do this. Chest compressions. Just like in training.
He tried to be methodical, tried not to think about how it was Steve under his hands.
He breathed into his mouth.
Steve’s lips were chapped, already fucking cold.
He started compressions again.
A crowd had gathered now, Steve’s kids all front row, all of them had a hand on the curly one, he was crying, his hands shaking.
Billy kept pushing on his chest, counting each compression.
One of Steve’s ribs gave way with a crack. The crowd around them gasped.
Billy gave him another few breaths.
He couldn’t think about their last interaction, how he had pushed Steve away. Couldn’t think about the last time he was at Steve’s house, the way Steve had looked at him, so soft and pretty and asked you wanna stay? We can go again. And Billy had laughed at him, called him a pussy.
He gave him more breaths.
And Steve coughed, spluttering.
Billy rolled him onto his side.
He was coughing, water coming out of his mouth.
Billy patted him on the back as everyone fucking clapped. Billy ground his jaw.
Steve was taking shaky breaths now.
The paramedics had arrived, pushing through the pool gates.
They got Steve onto a gurney.
“I, uh, I think I broke a rib during compressions.” Billy was following behind them, Steve’s kids following him like little ducklings.
“That’s okay. Better a broken rib and a breathing person.”
“He just passed out. I think he’s sick.” The loaded Steve up in the ambulance.
His eyes were wide, he looked panicked, staring at Billy, chewing on his bottom lip.
“Can I come with him?” One of the paramedics just nodded, Billy leapt into the ambulance, held Steve’s hand on the way to the hospital.
“You don’t have to stay.” They were in the E.R., waiting for a doctor to come back with the scans of Steve’s chest. They had already stitched up his head.
“Got nothin’ else to do.”
“You just, you don’t gotta take care a’ me.”
Billy dropped his head into his hands.
“Shoudn’ta said all that.”
“It’s fine, Billy. We’re not friends. You don’t owe me shit.”
“Honestly, I think I owe you an apology.” Steve shrugged. “Been treatin’ you like shit for a while now.”
“Look, I had no illusions about what we are to each other.” Billy sat back in his chair, glaring at Steve.
“That’s a lie.”
“No, it’s not. I knew we were nothing more than two people who fuck sometimes.”
“Maybe, but you wanted more.” And Steve’s cheeks went bright fucking red. “I could fucking see it. Just, the way you fuckin’ look at me, man. It was terrifying.” Steve ground his jaw.
“Terrifying?”
“You’re in love with me. Don’t know when, or why, frankly, but you are. And those fuckin’ big eyes a’ yours pretty much show every emotion you feel. So we’re fucking, and I pull outta you, and you give me this look, like you’ve never been happier, like you’re so in love, and Stevie I can’t take that shit.”
Steve’s mouth was hanging open.
“I guess I’ll stop then?” He spoke slowly.
“No, I- shit, I’m not sayin’ any of this right.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “I was so scared because I’m not allowed to love you back.”
“But you do?” Steve was still talking all slow. Billy looked at his shoes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh my God, you big baby. You’re allowed to have feelings and emotions.”
“Not in my house.” Steve just stared at him. Billy sighed. “My dad would, would fuckin’ kill me if he found out. And I’m not just being dramatic. He doesn’t take nice to queers.”
“Who says he has to know?” Billy huffed a laugh.
“He always knows. Has ways of findin’ out all sorts a’ shit.”
“We’ve made it this far without him knowing.”
“Yeah, ‘cause he thought I was out fuckin’ every girl in town. He’d rather have a slut for a son than a homo.”
“Tell him you’ve got a girlfriend, then.”
“He’ll wanna meet her.”
“Then get some girl to cover for you. Get Heather or Robin or someone.” Billy chewed on his bottom lip.
“You think one of them would do it?”
“Oh yeah. I mean, Robin hates you on principle, which, sorry about that, but she’d probably do it if you change your ways or something.”
“Yeah? What’s that entail.”
“Don’t give me shit to complain about. She’s my go to when I would be all mopey about you, so if I start bein’ all excited about you, she’d notice.”
“What if she just hates me?”
“Nah. You two would get along great. Her favorite pass time is making fun of me.”
“Okay, but that’s the main pass time of everyone that’s ever met you.
“Hey. Aren’t you supposed to be nice to me now? Now that we’re all in love.” He grinned as Billy flushed.
“Never gonna be nice to you if you rub that shit in my face.”
“Oh please. You broke my fucking rib trying to save my life. Don’t act like you don’t love me.”
“You never thanked me for that shit.”
“Figured I would thank you when I got out of the hospital.” He smiled all coy, biting his bottom lip just a little.
“What you got in mind?”
“Remember like, three weeks ago, when you asked for that thing, and I said over my dead body? Well since I was almost a dead body, figured you could have this one.” Billy’s eyes went wide.
“You’re really gonna let me? Fuck you in you dad’s office?” Billy had stumbled into the room accidentally, kept saying please, Harrington? Just lemme take you on this fuckin’ desk.
“Oh, yeah.”
“That what I get for bein’ your boyfriend, or whatever?” Steve looked down at the thin blanket covering his legs.
“Depends. Are you my boyfriend?
“You want me to be?” Steve nodded, still looking at his lap. “Then, sure. I am.”
And when Steve smiled at him, it was bright as the fucking sun.
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