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WILL BYERS ★ @kardiaerasti

Will usually had good control of his emotions — he kept contained and composed, never truly expressing his anger because… well, what good did that do? Nothing at all, he notes simply. However, the past eight months, returning to Hawkins, feeling him again, despite being weak, it was overwhelming; draining the energy out of him and he was falling further into this endless spiral of emotions and cluttered thoughts that were inseparable. Shame and guilt gnawed at his insides, causing the boy to hunch slightly to avoid his friend’s gaze, and focused on Dustin’s words instead.

The brunet sniffles, using the palm of his hand to wipe away the stray tears that trek down his cheeks. ‘ No, no… I shouldn’t expect you to be at beck and call, you’re not a dog ’ he huffs out a weary chuckle, trembling fingers fiddling with each other; another habit he had picked up from his older brother. Will found solace and comfort in what he lost — playing DnD in Mike’s basement, triumphant cries being heard from upstairs. They served more as bittersweet memories than anything else now, and that thought tightens his chest.

‘ I should’ve reached out more. I guess… being so far away, I… convinced myself maybe nobody was missing me ’ another weaker chuckle leaves his lips, mustering the courage to glance up at Dustin. ‘ and I know it’s …selfish. I just miss everyone — you, Lucas, Max. I hate being so far away from everyone I love ’ he explains softly, before going quiet to allow the other to speak. Tears prickle in umber hues once more and he inhales a shuddering breath. Could he really speak what was eating away at him? There was so much festering inside him that he couldn’t distinguish what was hurting him the most.

The boy remains quiet momentarily, mulling over his words as a weary smile remains on his lips. Dustin’s words did feel like home. Reminded him of a simpler time when he didn’t feel so detached from everyone. His hand moves and reciprocates the affectionate squeeze on his friend’s own hand. ‘ …Jeez, I… don’t even know where to start, Dustin ’ he admits quietly. ‘ There’s… so much here, I don’t want to… I don’t know, be too much ’

IT OCCURRED TO HIM THAT WILL hadn't been around to see how much they'd all grown apart recently, and how much it killed Dusitn a little inside. Maybe it was inevitable that they were grow up and drift away from each other with the introduction of new friends or relationships or sports. People were meant to change as they got older but that didn't mean Dustin had to like it. It didn't mean he couldn't be hurt by the idea. Lucas had found the basketball team and a whole group of jocks that Dustin couldn't stand. Mike was wrapped up in Eleven to the point where he didn't see much of anything else, and then there was him and there was Will. It was possible they were more alike than either of them realized.

❝ It's not like it was, ❞ he said softly. ❝ Like before everything happened with the Upside Down and you went missing. We've all slowly been following different paths. Lucas has basketball and Mike has El. ❞ Dustin shrugged. ❝ Kinda leaves you and me in the dust, doesn't it? ❞ It might be an unfair perspective. Dustin had been close with Eddie and Steve, and he was growing closer to Robin. As for Max, well, that was a whole different story.

It's clear to him that Will is keeping something secret. Dustin can read it in his posture, and in the expression on his face. They've known each other since they were practically in diapers and he can tell when one of them isn't doing well. It might be selfish but Dustin sort of realized in that moment that he wanted to be needed, wanted to be someone's go-to guy to spill their guts or have a shoulder to cry on. There was something distinctly lacking in his life recenetly, since Eddie hadn't made it back from the Upside Down.

Dustin Henderson needed to be needed.

❝ You won't be too much, ❞ he says, shaking his head. ❝ You're my friend, Will. One of my best friend's. Your shit is my shit, right? ❞ That's how it was supposed to be. Even if the four of them drifted apart, forged different paths, they would still have each other to lean on during the hard times. At least that's what he was hoping. ❝ Tell me what's going on, bud. I promise I won't judge you. Actually, I won't say anything at all. I'll just listen. ❞ He would try in any event. Dustin's brain to mouth filter sometimes malfunctioned at inopportune moments.

#kardiaerasti #★ sometimes your total oblviousness just blows my mind ( dustin henderson )#thread ★ will byers #001 ★ MAIN VERSE // DUSTIN HENDERSON #★ now you see me now you don't ( queue )

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STEVE HARRINGTON ★ @hwknsking

Steve didn’t know what he’d expected it to cost, but it was a pleasant surprise that he didn’t have to pay for the first one. With a smile on his lips, he nodded and let Eddie guide him back outside before settling down next to him on the porch. “Well, … it’s hard to explain and you probably wouldn’t believe a word of it but … I’ve seen some bad things. And it’s … it’s been haunting my dreams for weeks. I just, I … can’t get it out of my head.” He shrugged a little and sighed, remembering the battle at Starcourt Mall. They’d lost people that day. Hopper, Billy, the Flayed. The people of Hawkins didn’t know it, but the truth was far more gruesome than a fire.

Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. “So, I tend not to sleep much at all anymore.” Leaning back for a moment, he just stared at the sky, smiling at the the fact that there wasn’t a cloud to be seen. “If this helps however, … I’m going to be forever grateful.” Steve really was exhausted, the lack of sleep was catching up on him and it was affecting his daily life. Work was harder, and there was no denying that some things just needed longer to sink in.

“Say … is the sky always so dreamy here?” He mused, not quite certain if his words even made sense right now. And he hadn’t even smoked the weed yet. Maybe he better shut up before Eddie decided he shouldn’t have it, that he was out enough of things already.

EDDIE TOOK A SEAT ON THE TOP STEP of the porch and proceeded to roll a joint from the papers in his pocket. He'd done this so many times he barely had to think about it, and licked the end of it so the paper would stick in place. He handed it to Steve, along with a lighter and nodded to show he was listening. ❝ Ah yeah, the fire and stuff at the mall was pretty intense. You worked there, right? At the ice cream place? ❞ Malls weren't exactly Eddie's stomping grounds so he avoided them the best he could. When it had been announced that Starcourt Mall was being built, he'd had no interest in it whatsoever. He knew it was going to change the economic layout of the town, and he'd been right. Lots of small businesses had closed down until after the fire had happened.

❝ You might be surprised what I'm willing to believe, Harrington. ❞ Eddie smiled faintly and began to roll his own joint. He looked up to the sky when Steve mentioned it and shrugged. ❝ Yeah, I guess. Kinda outside on the fringe here so you don't have all the street lights and shit getting in the way of the stars. ❞ He had to admit that while the trailer park he lived in what a shithole, it did have a pretty great view of the sky.

He put the joint between his lips and lit it, inhaling a deep lungful and holding it for a few seconds until it burned. Eddie released the smoke in a series of smoke rings that floated up and faded away. ❝ So are you gonna tell me what's got you up all night? ❞ he asked, resting his arms on the top of his knees.

#hwknsking #★ this is my year i can feel it ( eddie munson )#verse tbt #★ now you see me now you don't ( queue )

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ELEVEN ★ @hvbris

El’ had missed Max, she had missed Max so fucking much. More than she’d have thought, more than she’d missed Mike. California was Hell, and it was Hell really because the redhead wasn’t there. Sure, Lenora High was the worst school ever, Angela was a mouthbreather (but Billy had made sure she wouldn’t annoy El’ no more) and here the weather was dry and hot and horrible. But none of this would have mattered if Max had been there.

Oh, she was happy to live with Billy, and with Jonathan and Will, whom they all saw as brothers now. And so, she had assumed that THIS was why she had missed Max so much. Why she felt so incomplete away from her best friend. That this was all some sisterhood bond that she craved. But the minute Max has walked towards her, El’ had been crushed by a confusing realization.

The way she had felt seeing her friend walk towards her was new, intense, something she’d never felt before. Butterflies in her stomach, face all hot and flushed, and Max’s hair smelled so nice, how did it smell so nice? Nothing like the way she felt around her brothers. It was more like how she felt around… Mike? And this left her puzzled.

She was still very much confused when they laid in her bed, and the fact that Max looked so pretty didn’t help. Her red hair were sprawled on the pillow like flames, and she had the shiniest eyes, even in the darkness.

“I’ve missed you too,” she breathed out, and she wondered if she was blushing, she FELT like she was blushing, “it’s weird here without you.”

When Max leaned in to tuck her hair, El’ felt like her heart had stopped beating, like she was dead and alive at the same time, like she couldn’t breathe. And then, she kissed her, and it was the softest kiss, and it smelled so nice, and her lips were so warm and soft. So she replied to the kiss, happier than she’d ever felt.

“I liked that,” she whispered with a smile when they broke the kiss, still laying very close to each other.

BEFORE NEIL AND THE MOVE TO HAWKINS she had been exposed to a lot more of the world than a lot of people in Hawkins. After her parents divorce, she and her mother had moved into a small apartment in the dingier part of Los Angeles. It had been all her mom could afford at the time. Max had spent a lot of time by herself because her mother worked two jobs to make the rent. The neighbor next door kept an eye on Max though she was old and it was easier to slip out from under her. In those afternoons while her mom worked, she did her homework, then snuck down the fire escape with her skateboard to head for the park. Said park being on the other side of West Hollywood, where it was normal to nearly run right into a drag queen on six inch platform heels. It was normal to see two men holding hands or two girls kissing, and it was unfortunately normal to see those people get bullied by those who purposely wandered into the district intentionally.

It was still confusing to Max when she realized that she didn't just miss El after the other girl had left Hawkins. She had been heartbroken. It had all made sense when they saw each other again in the airport, the way she clung to the other girl like El would be taken away from her, how prety Max thought she as with her now long dark hair and brighter eyes. And now it seemed just that much more clear as they lay side by side, flushed from a gentle kiss. Max's heart was fluttering in her chest. How was she ever going to be able to leave California now? It was going to break her heart all over again. Max was half tempted to call her mom and tell her she was just...simply not coming back. Max wondered if Ms. Byers would be okay adopting yet another kid.

❝ I liked it too, ❞ Max replied just as softly. She can't help herself as she reaches to twirl a bit of El's hair around her index finger. ❝ You look really pretty with your hair like this. I like it long. ❞ El was the prettiest girl she'd ever seen.

The tendrils were soft and for a moment Max simply looked at the other girl with a small smile on her lips, the silence between them comfortable and not awkward. This was how it was with them. They just fit together. ❝ Do you think it's something you would want to do again? ❞ she asked nervously. Oh god, her heart was hammering against her ribs.

#hvbris #★ i survived before i can survive again ( max mayfield )#thread ★ eleven #002 ★ MAIN VERSE 2.0 // MAX MAYFIELD #★ now you see me now you don't ( queue )

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STEVE HARRINGTON ★ @shatterxdsouls

BEING TORN BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE WAS FAR WORSE than it sounded like. maybe part of him should feel lucky , should feel somewhat flattered , but it wasn‘t like this at all. it felt like everything pulled on his heart strings , that no matter what he would do , who he would choose to be with , was going to be a big ass mistake. being with billy was … the worst and best thing that could have happened to him , because he had been ripped away from him so brutally , so fast and it wasn‘t helping they were seeing each other in secret , because there was no way he could tell anyone , no way he could be mourning him openly and it left a hole in his heart that never seemed to be able to be stitched up. and then eddie came along , like a whirlwind he had been swept off of his feet by him. he somehow mended his broken heart back into a piece and now.. he was left confused. „ you … “ , he started , but what was the point to tell eddie he could stay for as long as he wanted , that he always had a roof over his head here , when he clearly ..wanted out , but he couldn‘t blame him , not after what he had witnessed.

of course he hadn‘t known .. hadn‘t planned on billy to come back to life , magically turn on his door and it hurt , but he couldn‘t tell him to turn on his heels and leave. he never could do that. he exhaled a deep breathe , as he followed steve , feeling his heart sank when he left eddie out there by himself. carefully steve approached billy , moving to settle next to the tub and he clenched his jaw as he slowly nodded. „ yeah i have to. you could have easily told him to fuck off , i am actually surprised you did not. “ , he almost laughed , but he could feel the overwhelming guilt again when billy pointed out that he seemed to be important , how he had died and he quikcly rubbed over his eyes in order to not let them fall. billy had been through hell and back , he had no right to bawl his eyes out , because his supposed dead boyfriend showed up , when he just had sex with someone else , someone that was carrying his heart too and he exhaled a shaky breathe as he pushed himself on his knees so he could help billy out , grabbing the shampoo and softly massaged it into his hair

steve immediately shook his head as he carefully washed out his hair , trying not to cause too much of the water get over his wounds and he looked at him. „ i … no. i don‘t want you to leave. i don‘t want you to go. or eddie to leave , but..he probably will. “ , steve sighed and shrugged with his shoulders. steve made sure everything was out of his hair , before he told billy he‘d grab some fresh clothes from his drawer and he pushed himself back on his feet , before taking one glance at billy again and headed to his room to grab the clothes when he saw eddie sitting there and he could feel once again the stab through his chest , the nagging feeling he was going to do something wrong , no matter what happened. he opened his mouth to say something , but what was he going to tell him ? that he couldn‘t just leave billy all by himself , that he couldn‘t throw him out of the house and that he had to endure knowing they had something before ? he swallowed the lump in his throat as he moved towards the drawer and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a hoddie , pressing his lips together.

„ i never meant for any of this to happen. like..i..if i knew he was still alive. i would have never.. “ , he blurted out after a few moments of silence and he shut his eyes for a moment , before he clung to the clothes in his hands , pressing his lips together , back still faced to eddie. „ it‘s not.. what we have… had. .. it does mean something to me and i know it‘s not fair. this is a whole bullshit show and i‘m really sorry that..that i‘m putting you through this. i know you just wanna get out of here , i get it , but … you can‘t just leave without a plan. if you have one.. i‘ll do anything i can to help.. i‘m not going to force you to stay here. “ , he explained and he exhaled another shaky breathe , could feel his fingers tremble as he dug his tips deeper inside the clothes and he didn‘t even wait for an answer , too scared what it might be , that it would only break him more and tear him even further apart , he left his room again and headed back to the bathroom , settling the clothes on the sink. „ here..the clothes…do..you need help getting dressed or do you want to be alone ? “

BILLY DIDN'T HAVE THE ENERGY TO FIGHT WITH ANYONE, especially when he had no right to do so. Once upon a time, he would have punched Eddie right in the face for daring to touch Steve, for even breathing in his direction. Not any more. Not after all he'd been through and all the time he'd had in the upside down to really reflect on the person he was becoming. A person like his father. The one person he didn't want to be anything like. If he reacted poorly to Eddie and Steve he knew it wasn't going to win Steve's favor. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair to either of them, or Eddie. Billy hadn't come here with expectations, and the kindness Steve was showing him was the best he could have hoped for. They would figure this out, somehow. They usually did.

He closed his eyes as Steve worked the shampoo from his hair, eyes closing as fingers massaged his scalp. When this was over, he was going to cut it off, say goodbye to part of the person he was before the Mindflayer. He wasn't upset about it. It was just hair. The rat's nest it had become from months in the upside down was unsalvagable. Billy stayed quiet as Steve rinsed the shampoo from his hair. ❝ I know you don't want him to leave. You should get him to stay, ❞ he said softly. The most important thing in that moment was making sure Steve didn't feel guilty over anything. He shouldn't. There was no reason for it. He watched through half opened eyes as the brunette left the bathroom to get clothes for him.

EDDIE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIMSELF once he was back in Steve's room. He was surprised that Steve wanted him to stay, even more surprised that Billy had also told him to stay. And when Steve came into the room the internal struggle was evident on his face. Eddie felt bad for having caused him any confusion or pain. Honestly he'd been doing what he thought was best. It didn't mean he didn't hurt over the idea of being pushed to the wayside, but Eddie also knew that Steve had been very much in love with Billy Hargrove. That was clear from how the other brunette acted when Billy showed up on his front door. Who was Eddie to deny him that second chance?

❝ Steve, just... ❞ Eddie broke off when Steve started speaking, telling him that he shouldn't leave without a plan. The metalhead felt his heart seize for a moment. It felt like Steve was just...resigning himself to letting Eddie go in favor of Billy. Even if he hadn't wanted to force Steve into a choice, he'd at least hoped the decision would be a litle more difficult for him. Eddie supposed he could go to Dustin's for a little bit. Just until he figured out his next move. Dwell in the kid's basement for a week and then move on from there. He didn't get the chance to tell any of that to Steve; however, because he left abruptly with clothes in hand. Eddie figured that was it then. They'd ended before they'd even really begun.

BY THE TIME STEVE RETURNED TO THE BATHROOM, Billy had washed off the rest of the grime and dried blood. He carefully climbed out of the tub and dried off, wrapping a towel around his waist. He smiled faintly at his boyfriend and took the clothes from him. ❝ You don't have to leave, ❞ he said, shaking his head. He was slow and careful as he dried the rest of his body off and put the clothes on. There was an elephant in the room that needed to be addressed. Billy knew the longer they avoided the issue the more complicated it was going to get.

Billy cupped Steve's cheek gently and leaned in to kiss him gently. ❝ What are you gonna do, Steve? ❞ he asked, blue eyes searching his boyfriend's dark ones.

#shatterxdsouls #★ no one tells me what to do ( billy hargrove )#★ this is my year i can feel it ( eddie munson )#thread ★ steve harrington #000 ★ POLYAM VERSE // SHATTERXDSOULS #★ now you see me now you don't ( queue )

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BILLY HARGROVE ★ @kardiaerasti

@hellxfireclub said : ❝ every time you smile at me, i memorize it. i remember each moment that i get to be the one to bring out that light inside you. no matter what happens between us, that’s what i’ll remember. ❞ (steve harrington to billy hargrove)

Billy hates the feelings Steve’s words are evoking from inside him — if they had traveled back a few months beforehand, during the very early establishment of whatever the fuck they were, he would’ve laughed and shoved his shoulder, telling him to toughen up. That’s how he dealt with everything; to brush it off as if he wasn’t capable of feeling it, Billy was reminded on several occasions that he was a monster, and that he was in fact incapable of mustering anything else that wasn’t hatred or anger.

The fact that, Steve Harrington inevitably ended up being the very person to make him feel something else that wasn’t the repressed anger, emptiness and anguish, frustrated him. Yet, he couldn’t say outright that he hated him, because that was an blatant lie. The auburn haired man casted his gaze down to the ground, rendering silent for the moment. Fuck sake, what was he meant to say to that?

‘ …Careful, Harrington. You’re starting to sound like you’ve fallen in love with me ’ he remarks, shoving his hands into the depths of his pockets. The thing was, Billy was unlovable; everyone he has loved has either left him behind or used him. There was no genuine care from anyone, he would only ever have himself, that he had grown to accept. Yet, there was no denying that he could sense he was knee deep involved with the brunet in more ways than one, and one of them was becoming more apparent the longer he stuck around.

STEVE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT POSSESSED HIM TO SPILL his guts the way he just had. He feels like he's stepped outside of his body and someone else had taken over, forced the words from the deepest part of his mind to come rushing out of his mouth. He knew there was no point in admitting to anything with Billy. He would brush it off or tell Steve he was being stupid. He'd laugh about it and Steve would smile, wait for Billy to leave, then work out his own feelings. More and more often he hates to see the auburn-haired male walk away, craves for those rare moments when his lover's body is pressed against his own after they've finished. More often it hurts when Billy doesn't take him seriously or flirts with some girl to keep appearance. It's exhausting.

He's silent for a long time, parsing the response from the other man for several moments and he comes up with no response of his own. Steve feels stupid for ever saying anything and he shrugs, forcing a weak smile and a strained laugh. ❝ No way, ❞ he says, shaking his head. ❝ I'm not falling in love with you. Don't be stupid. ❞ His argument isn't even close to convincing and the veneer of joking slips from his face quickly. The truth is that he does care about Billy. He may even be falling in love with him. There are just so many things that work against them, and the tallest hurdle is Billy himself.

Steve isn't stupid even if he often lacks common sense, so he knows Billy will do everything he can to keep him at arms length. He has no doubt whatsoever that he'll be pushed away. The question is whether or not Steve can handle that. He doesn't want to deal with the sting of rejection, and he isn't sure he has the emotional capacity to nurse those inevitable wounds.

#kardiaerasti #★ turns out i'm a pretty damn good babysitter ( steve harrington )#thread ★ billy hargrove #002 ★ MAIN VERSE 2.0 // STEVE HARRINGTON #★ now you see me now you don't ( queue )

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EDDIE MUNSON ★ @shatterxdsouls

EDDIE HAD NOTHING AGAINST RONNIE SNEAKING into his room in the trailer , he wasn‘t surprise to wake up next to her , feeling her pressed up against his chest or his side , when he did not wake up from her climbing into bed with him. it wasn‘t often that he did not wake , only when he had been already asleep for a couple of hours and it was in the middle of the night. but he always looked forward to see her again , even though he wouldn‘t blame her for spending time with her sister either. she still had a big responsibility and eddie admired her for it.

the smug grin only grew wider at the nickname and he slowly pulled away from her nipples to press gentle kisses over her stomach and his hands moved down to grab the edge of her panties and he pulled them down with ease as he slightly pushed her legs apart and started to kiss the inner thigh and softly nibbled on the skin , before she moved further up and lapped at her entrance twice , before he pushed his tongue completely inside her , starting to eat her out , eyes flickering up again , before his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked softly , before his tongue danced around it. he could feel his own arousal rise inside him , his hard member pressing against his own underwear as he dug his fingernails inside her thighs.

MOST DAYS SHE WATCHED THE CLOCK WHILE AT WORK, waiting for the time she got off so she could go home and make sure Tori was alright, then wait for Eddie to sneak through her window or vice versa. Ronnie looked forward to these intimate moments, and the way he touched her and kissed her. The way he made her feel amazing and told her she was beautiful. Eddie was patient and understanding when it came to her raising Tori, and the two of them had been getting closer. Tori was a good girl and Eddie treated her like she was his little sister as well. It made Ronnie's heart soar. She had long ago given up the idea of finding her perfect someone, but with Eddie it felt different. Maybe he was her person. She'd find out eventually. For now, he was going to enjoy the feeling of his lips trailing down her torso, and his hands sliding her underwear off, heat coursing through her and settling between her legs.

❝ Oh fuck, ❞ she moaned, eyes closing. One hand tangled in the dark locks of his hair while the other gripped the sheets next to her. Ronnie's legs parted farther, opening herself to him so he wasn't hindered in any way. Her back arched as his tongue danced over her pussy, her breath coming in quick bursts as she shivered visibly from the pleasure of it. ❝ Eddie, god, that feels so good. ❞ Ronnie's words are breathy. She forced her eyes open so she could watch as he sucked on her clit, the blunt nails digging into her thighs only enhancing the experience. It wouldn't be long before she reached climax, not with the way his tongue worked her so skillfully. Her grip tightened in his hair though not enough to hurt him as her orgasm crested. ❝ Babe, ❞ she said breathlessly. ❝ I'm close. ❞ It was only a matter of seconds before she came, a soft cry leaving her lips, back arching as she shuddered against him.

#shatterxdsouls #★ i keep a record of the wreckage in my life ( ronnie hendricks )#thread ★ eddie munson #001 ★ MAIN VERSE // VERONICA HENDRICKS #★ bit my nails down so they wouldn't scratch ( nsfw )#★ now you see me now you don't ( queue )

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STEVE HARRINGTON ★ @shatterxdsouls

ALL THE ANGER HE FELT TOWARDS BILLY WAS GONE within seconds , because he could understand what it was like to deal with awful parents. he just didn‘t know what he would like better , if they never gave a damn about you at all or if they gave you attention you didn‘t deserve. alias they beat the shit out of you and steve could feel his muscles tense up , fingernails dug in his own jeans. there was a new wave of anger , but none that was directed at billy. he did remember the one and only time his father had put a hand on him. that was when he barley even got to graduated and they told him they wouldn‘t be there , that they would only be here for some business and then they‘d be gone again. he couldn‘t imagine how it must feel if it happened on an almost daily base , because he do remmeber seeing quiet a few bruises. even a split lip once or twice.

„ NOTHING ? it is something , billy ! “, he huffed quietly , before he exhaled a deep breathe ,head turning again to face billy and he pressed his lips together , before he pressed his lips together. he didn‘t know what he was suppose to say , because he knew billy. he was too stubborn to accept any help , but right now he wanted to help him more than anyone. „ listen. i know.. max is still.. over there , but if you need..if you need to move out there , if you need a place , the house is empty anyway. i don‘t think my parents ever going to be done with their damn trip, so.. if you really.. need a place to crash , i just want you to know you can. anytime..it‘s not like you have to , but.. i want you to know. “ , steve blurted out and stared at billy afterwards. „ i ..i might not know what it‘s like , but i get it. it‘s shitty and you‘re stuck , but you‘re not alone , billy. i..i care about you .. “

part of him wanted to tell him how much he actually cared , how much he actually liked being around him , that there was no one else for him , when it hadn‘t been quiet obvious by how he had reacted when he heard about tina and him. not that he did blame billy for it , he did get it , he had gotten it before , but now.. it was more clear why billy wanted the fake scene up , why ..he had done it , but it didn‘t stun any less.

ANXIETY WASHED THROUGH BILLY AND HE SWORE he was going to have a heart attack. It felt like a vise was closing around his chest and his breath was coming in short bursts. His vision tunneled and he closed his eyes, drawing in deep breaths so he didn't pass out from lack of oxygen. Steve was never supposed to know about the relationship with his father. He was never supposed to know that Billy was a coward. Then again, their realtionship was never meant to escalate they �� way it had. They were supposed to be fuckbuddies and that was it. The more they slept together, and the more time Billy spent in Steve's presence, the faster he was sinking. If he lot Steve it would devastate him, and yet the idea of allowing someone love him was terrifying. He was unlovable, and he had been reminded of it every day since his mom left. And what scared him most of all was that if Neil ever found out about him and Steve, it might not be only him that suffered for it. Keeping this to himself was meant to protect Steve.

❝ I can't leave, ❞ he said softly, his voice trembling. For as turbulent as his relationship with Max was, Billy feared that if he left it wouldn't be long before Neil turned his anger on his stepsister. It would be Billy's fault if that happened and he couldn't handle the guilt of it. But underneath even that he was afraid. He didn't know anything but this life, his father's abuse, and the misery that came with it. He was afraid of getting too close to Steve, allowing his walls to come down only for the brunette to realize that it was all a mistake. What did he do then? Come crawling back to his father and beg forgiveness? There was no way that could happen.

Billy brought his hands up to cover his face, embarrassed and ashamed, unable to look at Steve any longer. ❝ Please just go, ❞ he said softly. ❝ I don't want to talk about this anymore. ❞ He never should have let Steve come over. Billy leaned heavily against the wall and waited to hear the door open. When it didn't, he finally uncovered his face and narrowed his eyes at Steve. He hated himself for the tears that welled in his eyes, for the few that slipped down his cheeks. God, he was so fucking weak.

When he didn't hear footsteps or the door opening, Billy uncovered his face and narrowed his eyes at the other man. ❝ I said fucking go, Harrington. I don't want to see you anymore. This was a fucking mistake. ❞ He was doing what he did best; ruining everything he touched.

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Vickie was on the eager side of the affection; her hands were indecisive, wanting to touch the other where she could feel skin underneath her fingers. With Dan, it was different — she wasn’t sure why, but it wasn’t anything like this. Kissing Robin was pleasant, leaving her lips tingling as they pulled back. Despite being the one having had pulled herself back, she was wanting to bring her in and kiss her again until the oxygen was completely depleted from her lungs. A light laugh leaves her when she begins talking and she presses a light kiss to her cheekbone.

‘ No need to be sorry — boys are naturally gross anyway, you have every right to be repulsed ’ she reassures, verdant hues watching Robin intently. It made sense now; she had stressed over thinking she was… somehow broken or abnormal for not liking Dan as much as she was supposed to, and there was an explanation for that. Vickie’s gaze softens as her nose brushes hers ever so slightly. ‘ I didn’t want to ruin what we already had if I kissed you and well, you’re really the only friend I have– well, can I even call you friend still? ’ The redhead didn’t want to jump to conclusions, not wanting to scare her away.

Hands smooth down Robin’s shoulders; a subtle attempt to soothe the other. Or it could be an excuse to touch the other girl now that she could without restraint. Then Vickie’s brain short circuited when she felt her lips grazing her skin, specifically her jaw and then down to her neck, sending shivers up and down her spine. Dan never made her feel this way, and she was positive that she wasn’t planning on letting Robin slip through her fingers.

Right, her question. ‘ I can do that ’ she finally says, head absentmindedly tilting to one side as her fingers thread through Robin’s hair, ‘ I want to stay ’ she adds on, in case her answer wasn’t convincing enough. Vickie knew nobody was waiting at home for her, so there was nobody that needed to know of her whereabouts. The redhead moves her head once more, nudging the other girl’s head slightly to grab her attention before with a surge of courage, she recaptures her lips, hands cupping her face lightly.

OH GOD SHE'S SO NERVOUS EVEN NOW KNOWING that Vickie is as attracted to her as she is to the redhead. Her skin is soft beneath Robin's lips, the sweet scent of shampoo and perfume invading her senses and she shivers faintly. Boys have never smelled that good. Not even Steve, and he was very particular about his appearance. No, the entire being of a woman was vastly different than a man's and she knows which she prefers. There's a huge weight that's suddenly lifted off her chest as she slowly kisses Vickie's neck. She's not the only one who feels this way. She's spent a long time wondering if she needed to be fixed. Now she knows she doesn't and she only likes what she likes. What Robin likes is Vickie and she's thrilled when the redhead agrees to stay the night with her. She could spend all night just kissing and exploring this new relationships with Vickie. If that's what this even is. She isn't sure.

Robin is just about to ask when Vickie asks if she can call her a friend. She doesn't think so. Not now. Friends don't kiss each other like this. It occurs to her in that moment that there is a security in being two girls spending the night with each other. Girls spend the night with each other all the time. It's normal for two female friends to hug or hold hands in public, even kiss each other on the cheeks. It's not behavior that draws attention like it would with two guys. Her parents wouldn't question Vickie staying the night with Robin in her room the way they might if they were both boys. They can share a bed and it won't be considered inappropriate. She's going to take advantage of that.

She's about to express her elation over Vickie agreeing to stay the night when her head is nudged up and lips are on hers. A small sound leaves her and she leans into that kiss, her fingers moving to rest boldly on the redhead's thighs, sliding up to settle on her waist. Robin wants to touch and kiss every part of her, become familiar with her body in a way she never has with anyone else. She's lost in that kiss, in the very essence of Vickie, and she throws caution to the wind. She wants this. So Robin gently scrapes her teeth against the other girl's bottom lip until her lips part and their tongues meet. A whole set of fireworks explodes in Robin's heart and head. The kiss deepens, the taste of cherry pop still on the other girl's tongue and Robin's fingers curl into the material of her shirt.

A few moments later, when she's breathless, Robin breaks the kiss slowly and draws in a gasp of air. ❝ Wow, ❞ she says softly. She presses her forehead to Vickie's eyes closed. Her thumbs rub along the other girl's sides through her shirt. She doesn't want to appear to eager even though she very much is. ❝ I...have you ever done this before with...anyone? ❞ She means with a girl though she doesn't want to put too fine a point on the question.

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BILLY HARGROVE ★ @kardiaerasti

Steve was incredibly touchy that afternoon — not like he cared. It always sent a surge of adrenaline through him whenever the brunet initiated these things. Billy didn’t think he’d go as far as to make him achingly hard in his jeans and then his mouth replaced his hand, and fuck, he was barely focussed on the road; enjoying the suction of his mouth and how quick it sent him over the edge with a guttural groan. The near-accident seemed worth it as he recklessly sped toward Steve’s house. A place he found himself more often nowadays.

The moment Billy pushed that handbrake down, he was dragging the brunet into his backseat, already feeling the tug of arousal in the pit of his stomach as their lips clashed, the kiss sloppy and uncoordinated but neither of them paid no mind. Clothes were tossed around and he had the other man anchored in his lap, fingers curling around Steve’s cock and wasting no time to stroke him, determined to pry out the prettiest noises from him.

Except Steve’s hand was then pressed against his chest and he was stopping. Auburn brows furrow in confusion, lips parting to question him further, but he bet him to it by explaining it to him — that he wanted Billy to be on the receiving end this time. It wouldn’t be the first time someone requested this of him, but it was very rare that he gave control over to someone else; it rose a feeling of discomfort, even a vulnerability that he hated showing. Billy’s immediate response was to say no, and that’d be that. Yet… he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of what Steve felt like inside him; when he did, in those rare moments, want to let someone take control.

The auburn haired man observes him momentarily, contemplating in his mind before he wordlessly moves himself after Steve moves off his lap and settles on his hands and knees, facing away from the brunet. Billy didn’t want to think how easily he relented when it came to Steve, because he knew it would come to a conclusion of just how much trust he held for him. The fingertips grazing his skin had him shuddering, inhaling a slow breath as he tilts his head to glance over at Steve. ‘ You just gonna stare or you actually going to fuck me? ’

FOR SEVERAL LONG MOMENTS STEVE THINKS BILLY is going to tell him no. He knew better than to argue with him, and even if he did say no Steve wouldn't be that disappointed. They'd still fuck, still meet the same endgame, and it would be fine. If Billy wasn't ready for something like that Steve wasn't going to push it on him. There is a part of him that wants to test the trust between them, wants to know without directly asking if the auburn haired male did. All the times they had been together Steve has allowed him to be in control, mostly because he actually enjoys it that way. He enjoys when Billy reduces him to a whining mess of a human being, but he can't deny that he's curious to see if he can do the same to his lover. So he holds his breath, watches Billy's face as he contemplates the request, and eventually agrees. Steve can't help but grin excitedly.

❝ I'm getting there, ❞ Steve retorts. ❝ I just can't help but admire what a great ass you have. Even better without the tight jeans. ❞ His tone is light, teasing, even though he really does just want to admire his lover. Billy is painfully attractive and he is a hundred percent addicted to the other man. He squeezed one side of the other's ass playfully, then reaches for the lube that had been previously set on the center console. He's never done this before though it's been done to him plenty of times at this point. Steve's got a good idea on how to go about making Billy feel good. So he coats his fingers in the viscous fluid, making sure he's generous with the amount, and tosses the bottle aside.

He makes himself as comfortable as possible in such a tight space, and reaches to move Billy's hair off the back of his neck so he can press fleeting kisses to it. It's a distraction as he traces his lover's entrance with his index finger, lips moving between Billy's shoulder blades as he slips the finger into him slowly to the second knuckle. ❝ Tell me if you want me to stop, ❞ he says against the skin of his spine, breath warm and damp from the heat escalating within the vehicle. He watches the other man intensely, waiting for any sign that Billy has changed his mind or that Steve is hurting him. When he doesn't find any he pulls his finger out of him, them thrusts it back in slowly.

Steve nuzzles into the spot between his shoulders as he adds a second finger, then a third. He finds a slow rhythm at first, intent on drawing those addictive sounds from him. Billy is tight around his fingers and he works him open, stretching him open as his own cock pulses and leaks between his legs, desperate to be inside of the other man. He ignores it for now, taking his time to make sure Billy is prepared enough for Steve to fuck him properly. ❝ You ready? ❞ he asks softly, sliding his fingers out of him slowly and reaching for the condom.

#kardiaerasti #★ turns out i'm a pretty damn good babysitter ( steve harrington )#thread ★ billy hargrove #002 ★ MAIN VERSE 2.0 // STEVE HARRINGTON #★ bit my nails down so they wouldn't scratch ( nsfw )#★ now you see me now you don't ( queue )

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BILLY HARGROVE ★ @kardiaerasti

Billy’s words eventually are reduced to nothing but pants and groans; lost in pleasure as his hips move almost erratically, meeting Steve’s hips that meets his own pace, and it fuels that primal feeling inside him. The initial feeling of smugness over the few weeks turned into possession — a constant craving for the brunet, wanting him only for himself. Anyone else touching him brought out a much uglier side of him. His lustful gaze is fixated on the way his back arches, hands moving to his hips to grip tightly, fucking him as deep and as fast as he could.

Those moans, fuck, he knew he had found that spot inside him. ‘ Just like that, ngh– ah ’ Billy presses flush against his back, thrusting into the tightness that only tightens around his cock, ‘ Fuck, that’s it- come on, show me how good I make you feel, sweetheart ’ his climax is impending; what he’s doing to him only brings him closer to the edge.

And shit, Steve does. A combination of the brunet tightening around him and the cries that leaves him have Billy’s hips stuttering, a guttural groan surpassing his clenched jaw. Billy digs his blunt nails into his hips and a couple of thrusts in, he loses himself. ‘ Steve ’ he moans, feeling himself come inside the condom as he rocks his hips into Steve. His lungs burn but in a pleasant way — his breath ragged and heavy. The auburn haired man holds the other up when he feels him sagging, hand running over his chest.

After catching his breath, he reluctantly pulls out of him, inhaling sharply at the loss of tight warmth. That was the addictive part of Steve, and he wasn’t sure �� he could stop it. Billy disposes of the condom into the nearest bin, not wandering very far as he’s quick to return. Over the recent weeks, he’s found himself lingering longer — wanting more of Steve’s touch, of his mouth, of him. As if the brunet has him wrapped around his fingers.

He eases the other so Steve's back presses against the shelves. Billy’s fingers grip his chin to tilt his head and lean down, brushing his lips against his before kissing him deeply. There’s no lust or desire, only a slow kiss as he tangles his other fingers into Steve’s hair. Oh, he’s so fucked. So very fucked.

‘ You doin’ alright, pretty boy? ’ Billy manages through his own steadying breathing, bodies pressing up against one another. He can feel the drying come on Steve’s stomach, and his cock twitches slightly — the physical evidence of how much he pleased him.

A SOFT WHINE LEFT HIM WHEN BILLY pulled out and he shudders, the last sparks of pleasure fading away. He wants to lay down and fall asleep, or eat three bowls of cereal, or wrap his entire body around Billy and make him stay and cuddle with him. He's a fucking mess and it's a hundred percent the other man's fault. How is he supposed to back to work after this? Robin is way too perceptive for her own good, and she'll know immediately that something happened. Hell, he's probably way late coming back from his break and he smells like sex. Fuck. This was a stupid. terrible, exhilarating idea. He has a habit of making bad decisions when the auburn-haired man is around, and yet Steve's having a hard time giving a fuck about that. This new sense of hedonism is incandescent.

Slumped against the wall, he watches as his lover tosses the condom in a waste basket, knowing someone could possibly find it. He'll have to be sure he remembers to take care of it after Billy leaves. It's in the back of his mind that he could absolutely be fired if anyone finds out, and his parent's aren't real keen on taking care of his ass since he graduated. Not that they've ever been great parents. Steve tilts his head against the shelf behind him, suddenly lost in this weird fantasy of sharing a place with Billy. Just the two of them. Somewhere outside of Hawkins, maybe. New York City or Los Angeles or Chicago. Anywhere other than where they're at now. It's a complete pipe dream but hey, he's allowed to dream.

Then Billy is standing before him once again and his thoughts are pulled back to the present. A soft moan leaves him as his chin is taken hold of, and the other man kisses him deeply. It's long and passionate, and he isn't used to this kind of attention from the person only meant to be his fuckbuddy. It makes his knees feel weaker than they already are. Steve's hands move to the small of his lover's back, and glide up the expanse of skin and muscle slowly, mapping it with his fingertips. He knows this is going to end one day, and he wants to remember every dip and curve of Billy's body.

A short, incredulous laugh leaves him when the kiss breaks and Billy asks if he's doing alright. Yeah, he's doing fucking great and that's the problem. Steve ought to fake being sick and go home. Robin will vouch for him, just like he'd do for her if Vickie was coming around the store. They have an agreement like that. ❝ Are you seriously asking me that after you just fucked my brains out? ❞ he asks, raising an eyebrow. ❝ I can't finish my shift like this. ❞ Even making it to the bathroom to try and pull himself together seems like a huge feat.

Leaning forward, he presses his forehead to the other man's shoulder and groans in feigned annoyance. ❝ This is all your fault, Hargrove. ❞ His words are followed by lips pressing soft, fluttering kisses against the side of his neck. ❝ Lemme go tell Robin I'm going home sick. Meet me at my house? ❞ He feels needy and impatient to be out of this place and in his house where he can be with Billy without the concern someone might catch them.

#kardiaerasti #★ turns out i'm a pretty damn good babysitter ( steve harrington )#thread ★ billy hargrove #002 ★ MAIN VERSE 2.0 // STEVE HARRINGTON #★ bit my nails down so they wouldn't scratch ( nsfw )#★ now you see me now you don't ( queue )

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BILLY HARGROVE ★ @kardiaerasti

Full moons never get any easier, Billy thinks to himself as he stretches out as best as he possibly can without meddling with the silver restraints around his ankles. The silver scorches his flesh, making the auburn haired man clench his jaw when he pries the chains off his body, inspecting the bloody mess that it left behind. It’d heal eventually, it always does. He stands up from the ground, wandering around naked until he can find himself a pair of pants, a shirt and a jacket — pulling together a decent enough outfit.

He emerges from the cabin, lighting a cigarette and inhaling the smoke that engulfs his lungs, before he exhales with a sigh. Billy purposefully places himself in a cabin; ensuring nobody got hurt, and that he would know where he would end up. Right where he put himself. The man saunters downhill, walking along the creek that isn’t too far from the cabin.

Then he hears it — the panicked “ohgodohgod” under someone’s breath. Billy would normally wander past. Pay no mind to it, but something about this intrigued him and well, he was bit of a nosy bastard when he wanted to be.

He follows the incessant murmurs until he’s led up behind a male, coaxed in… the strong scent of iron hits his nose and unmistakably, Billy knows that it’s blood. It doesn’t faze him in the slightest, but it dies make him curious; exactly what had this man done? The auburn haired man can smell that he’s human, but not quite. Identical to his, if not different — another werewolf. A newly turned werewolf.

‘ Ripping your skin off won’t change what you did ’ Billy simply states, moving the cigarette between two fingers. ‘ It gets easier with every turn. Just something you got to live with now ’

THE WHOLE WORLD IS RED AND METALLIC as he tries desperately to remember how he's come to be covered in blood. Everything just feels like too much; the scent of rotting vegetation and rain in the air, the cacophony of the rushing stream and howling wind. It's driving him fucking crazy. He's practically scrubbing his skin off his hands, and it feels like he can't get them clean. A panicked littany of 'fuck fuck fuck' whispers from his lips. He doesn't even know where the hell he's at. Steve has never seen this part of the woods, and he doesn't think he's in Hawkins anymore. Somewhere in the distance he can just barely make out the sound of tires on asphalt indicating the highway is somewhere east. How does he know that? He shouldn't be able to hear something so far away.

He's so lost in his panic he doesn't realize someone's approaching, and when he speaks Steve's heart leaps into his throat. He shoots up from his crouch near the stream, whirling around to see who has managed to sneak up on him, eyes glowing a bright gold from fear. His incisors lengthen and he can feel his fingernails begin to extend and sharpen. He only barely registers the other man's words, his brain wanting to reject them entirely. What the fuck does that mean? Just something he's got to live with now?

❝ Who the fuck are you? ❞ he demands, voice a low rumble, words thick from the abnormal shape of his canines. Steve's chest is rising and falling rapidly, his fight or flight instinct kicking in and for once it's choosing fight. Fear and adrenaline are driving him to such recklessness, but he can't help it. He doesn't trust someone who is casually hanging around in the woods, even if it is hypocritical. Surely no one ought to trust him either as he stands there naked and covered in blood.

Steve takes an involuntary step back, leaves rustling beneath bare feet. Where the fuck did his clothes go? He doesn't understand any of this. His raised body temperature keeps the bite of cold air from affecting him despite it being the middle of October and early morning. He can't seem to calm himself down; something inside of him wants to claw and tear and kill.

#kardiaerasti #★ turns out i'm a pretty damn good babysitter ( steve harrington )#thread ★ billy hargrove #000 ★ WEREWOLF AU // KARDIAERASTI #★ now you see me now you don't ( queue )

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BILLY HARGROVE ★ @kardiaerasti

‘ Out there, in the mall, that was only one version of my body. Whatever that creature is — the mindflayer, the kids called it, he impaled me, and yeah, I know I died, I could feel it, my energy leaving me, the world going cold… I just knew I wasn’t living through it ’ In some sense, Billy knew there wasn’t any reason to stay, even if he really wanted to. Neil had practically kicked him out, Max and he had… a turbulent relationship, and well, nothing else really looked good for him.

Eyes closing out of exhaustion, fingers threading through grimy, ginger threads that were tangled and knotted. Billy knew he’d have to cut it off at some point, it wasn’t salvageable at this point. He reopened his eyes after the other boy began speaking again, glancing over at him. Huh, so he became the voluntary sacrifice, too. Guess being exposed to eldritch horrors and extraterrestrial dimensions changed people in more ways than one.

‘ Well, welcome to the shithole ’ the male murmurs, concealing the wince as he slowly stands up. ‘ …I don’t know how long I’ve been here, I guess longer than a person should be ’ the place wasn’t exactly sustainable for humans, he notes. ‘ Something’s different. Fuck knows what exactly, but it’s… different ’ he huffs at himself, eyes glancing around their surroundings. Now that someone was here though, it gave him a bit of encouragement — that he could leave.

‘ Better not linger, they’ll return and then we’ll be fucked ’ Billy states, extending out a hand toward the dark haired male.

IT MADE ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE. Why is it that he and Billy are spared but Chrissy and the others weren't? Eddie is a weirdo but he's not a psychopath so he can't exactly understand the way Vecna - no, Henry Creel - thinks, and he's quite sure he doesn't want to. He tries not to sink too deep into his own mind even has a shudder rolls down his spine. There has to be some kind of time loop or something that's kept Billy alive all this time. Even as he looks around he can tell that no human can survive in this place for long. There's no food, no water, nothing. They were going to have to find a way out of here as soon as possible.

Eddie's about to ask what he means but things being 'different' but Billy doesn't have an answer so he leaves it alone. Whatever it is that's change, he doesn't want to know. He just wants to get the fuck out of there. He sighs and grabs the proffered hand, hauling himself to his feet. The metallic and iron scent of blood fills his senses and Eddie feels a tug behind his navel. He's quick to let go of the hand and but some distance between the two of them. What the fuck was that?

❝ So where do we go from here, ❞ he asks, rubbing his palms against thighs of dirty, bloodstained jeans. ❝ You don't think it'd be better to just hang out here and I don't know...make a plan or something? ❞ Not that he had a single fucking clue what that plan would be. He just doesn't want to go out there and face those hellish creatures again. Eddie's never claimed to be brave or anything like that. Hell, he ran when Chrissy was being tortured. He moves to the window, putting more distance between them because Billy's blood is making him feel...weird.

The landscape of this place is horrifying and Eddie sighs, thumping his head against the glass. �� His eyes close for a minute so he can get his head straight and an idea occurs to him. Eddie whirls around to face Billy again. ❝ Wait wait...how far is the police department from here? ❞ he asks. ❝ If we can get there they have weapons. Guns. ❞ And maybe a car he can hot wire so they have a little bit of cover while they're out in the open.

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