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marvelslut16 · 4 years

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Too Much

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Part 2 of A Helping Hand

Synopsis: Months after Billy admits that he wants to be better, shit hits the fan and (Y/N) realizes him and his attitude may be too much. Throw in an abusive father who has come to visit and Neil treating Billy like shit, making everything harder for the two before they finally blow up at one another.

Word count:4153

Warnings: Blood. Violence. Domestic violence. Swearing. Bullying. Shit fathers. Angst. Use of the word fag and other insults.

A/N: Thank you to the four lovely people who requested/asked about a part two: @speedmetalqueen @strangerfictions @noshi-chan @jojokoko0717 I originally had no interest in making this, but I got inspired. Also I’m thinking about making a part three, which would take place in the future. Let me know what you guys think about that.

“I can’t do this anymore Billy,” your eyes fill with tears. “I really thought you could be different.”

In the months following Billy’s plea for help, he really tried. You would give him that much. But as summer grew nearer, Billy grew tired of your little arrangement. While he was super nice to you, and a decent human being when you were around; he was still an ass when you weren’t. He still threatened Steve, constantly making his life a living hell whenever you weren’t in sight. He still booked nerds in the hall, threatened people that would look at him the wrong way, and fight the ones that dared to talk back.

And if that weren’t enough, your dad found out where you were living and came for a visit, citing your upcoming graduation as the cause. Your stepdad threatened him with a louisville slugger and the terms of the restraining order your mom has against him. Your father left, but you knew from the look in his eyes that he’d be back and you’d regret sending him away in the first place.

And boy were you right, on your way home from the video store, you were picking up a movie that Carol wanted to see, when you saw him again. He didn’t approach you, just watched you. You hurried back to your car and drove home, checking every once in a while to make sure you weren’t being followed.

You knew that you should have told your mom and stepdad as soon as you got home, but you didn’t want to worry them. And, there was a part of you that didn’t want to seem weak, and immediately complaining would make you seem weak in your eyes. So you stay silent, hoping he will just leave on his own.

A few days later you and Steve are babysitting the party, the two of you sneak off to eat some cold pizza while the kids watch the movie you picked up for Carol. It was Beverly Hills Cop, a movie that you and Steve had seen in the theater together. Some of it may be a tad inappropriate for the kids, but Dustin already swears like a sailor and the shit they’ve already faced, what's the point in pretending that they’re so innocent?

“Dustin said that he’s known Carol since they were kids, but you moved here freshman year,” Steve states more than asks, leaning against his kitchen counter.

“Our moms have been friends since they were kids. My mom moved away in high school, but they kept in close contact over the years. They used to come visit us often when we lived in Illinois. After the divorce we moved around a bit before Claudia convinced my mom to move back here, and this is where she met my stepdad. So we stayed.”

“I bet you’re happy you moved here, you got to meet Billy,” Steve frowns, insinuating that there’s something going on between you and the boy with the mullet.

“I’m just trying to help him be a better person, that’s all. He asked for help, and who am I to deny him that?” you frown at Steve. You just want him and Billy to get along, they’re more alike than either would like to admit.

“I just think-” you cut Steve off before he can bad mouth Billy.

“That we should be studying for our math test? Great idea!” you head over to your bag and pull out your textbook before he can change the subject back to Billy.

In the following days Billy grew more distant, and you heard in the hushed whispers of Hawkins High that he had been getting in more fights than he had in ages. The worst news of all was that Billy had befriended Tommy H and Carol again, something you had heard around school and eventually seen. He had originally agreed with you that they were bad influences on him, and that they only encouraged his erratic and terrible behavior.

In those days where Billy purposely, and obviously, ignored you in school and out of it; your birth father had been following you obviously. Your mom had the restraining order and you didn’t, which he used to his advantage. Everyday the same busted up silver car would loosely follow you everywhere you go.

Your father was keeping his distance, until one day he followed you to a park. You needed a breather, needed to think about Billy and how long helping him could go on when he didn’t seem to be making any real progress in weeks.

“Fancy seeing you here,” his acid voice dripped with sarcasm.

“What do you want?” your voice surprisingly doesn’t break. But maybe refusing to turn and look at him is helping with your strength.

“To take back what's mine,” his voice grows closer.

“And what's that?” you whip around and face the man that had left you for dead on your kitchen floor all those years ago.

“My favorite punching bag,” he seethes, face inches from yours. You can smell the strong scents of bourbon and tobacco mingling to create the naeusating scent that is your father.

“Go find someone your own age to torture,” you glare at him.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” he grabs your wrist tightly, causing you to twitch in response. He laughs like a maniac when he sees how easily he can still hurt you. “I saw you with that blonde boy by his Camero at school the other day, I don’t think he’s a good influence on you.”

“Leave him out of this,” you try to sound strong, but it comes out as a desperate plea.

“Aww, are you his little whore or something?” his grip gets impossibly tighter.

“No,” you try to yank your arm away from him. His nails dig into your skin and are sharp enough that they leave cuts in your skin. “He’s just some guy in my science class.”

“Don’t lie,” he leers at you before his palm connects with your cheek

“I said no, and I meant it,” you blink back the automatic tears that come with being slapped. He ignores you and yanks on your arm, pulling you into a public restroom that's in the park locking the door behind you two.

“It looks like I have to teach a little slut a lesson,” his fist connects with your side. You don’t even bother trying to fight back as his fist connects with your gut and your ribs repeatedly. There’s no use, you’ll never win. The moments start to get hazy and blur together as he pulls out a switchblade. He runs the point over your arms, causing small cuts to appear and bleed onto the ground.

You fall onto the hard concrete underneath you as he sweeps his legs through yours. He sticks the blade into your leg deeper than on your arms. The knife cuts through your denim jeans and flesh like they were a mere piece of paper. Your legs starts to bleed profusely, he steps on your arm as you go to put pressure on the wound.

“He won’t want you now,” he laughs loudly, kicking your ribs as hard as he can one last time before leaving you on the dirty floor alone.

Your pretty new top has splotchy crimson stains scattered on it, blood drips down your arms and there’s a gash on your left leg from his knife. You manage to pick yourself up and somehow drive yourself all the way home.

“(Y/N), where have you been?” Carol’s yelling voice greets you as you walk through the door.

You ignore your sisters calls and slide down the door after you close it behind you. A loud sob shakes your entire body as you finally feel safe enough to cry. Two sets of feet coming running towards you, but you can’t be bothered to stop crying. Your body and soul hurt too much.

“(Y/N),” Carol gasps. “Oh my God, MOM!” she screams, running off to the kitchen.

Your eyes follow the shoes standing in front of you, up until you see the red headed girl staring at you in shock. “Don’t tell anyone,” you hiccup between sobs. Max quickly nods her head, not knowing what to say

“(Y/N),” your mom breathes in horror when she sees the small puddle of blood coming from your wounds.

“He’s been fo-foll-following-ng me-e. He c-c-corn-nerd me at a p-par-rk. S-s-sai-id he-e mis-ssed hi-is f-fa-favorite-te pu-pu-punching bag,” you sob out.

Max was sent home after promising she would never breathe a word of what she saw or heard, even if she wanted to tell Billy. Carol was sent to her room while your mom cleaned you up and your stepdad gave your leg stitches, his military background coming in handy. After convincing your stepdad that he couldn’t go kill him, you decided to sleep and pretend that the events at the park never occurred.

It’s unseasonably warm in Hawkins Indiana this spring, you’re the only one still wearing long sleeves. You have on one of your striped turtlenecks and a pair of well worn overalls, it successfully hides every inch of your body.

There's a group of kids standing in a giant semi-circle in the hallway you walk through to get to third period. Kids are murmuring so quickly all you pick up on are the words Harrington and Hargrove, causing you blood to run cold. You push your way through the crowd, and instead of complaining like they normally would, your peers parted like the red sea as soon as they saw it was you.

“Billy!” you gasp, when you come face to face with him pushing Steve into the lockers. Your heart drops to your stomach as your last little bit of faith you have for Billy disappears. You wished that you heard the kids wrong when you were making your way through the crowd, but now your worst fears have been confirmed.

It seems like the men in your life just keep disappointing you. At least you have Steve; trusty, dopey, kind hearted Steve. Who apparently did something so bad that it warranted he get beat up for it?

“(Y/N),” Steve mumbles, still trying to get air back to his lungs from Billy’s shove.

“I can’t do this anymore Billy,” your eyes fill with tears, ignoring Steve and looking straight into those blue eyes. “I really thought you could be different.”

“(Y/N)-” he reaches out for your wrist, but you quickly move out of his grasp.

“It’s too much,” your voice drops to a whisper. “You’re too much.”

“Like I need you anyway,” he laughs viciously as the crowd that was gathered around him and Steve now laughs at you. “You’re just a pathetic little freak.”

“I’d rather be a pathetic freak than be as miserable and lonely as you are Hargrove,” you frown as words you don’t even mean tumble out of your mouth. “What happens when we graduate and your just another has been bully that peaked in high school? At least Steve and I have potential in our futures.”

You grab Steve and pull him out of the building, needing to put as much space between you and Billy as humanly possible. The fresh spring air hits you as you hear the muffled sound of the bell ringing from inside the school. You’ve never skipped school, but there’s a first time for everything.

Steve’s wide eyed gaze on you makes your brain process what you just said in the hallway. A traitorous sob leaves your mouth as you fully comprehend how rude you were to Billy. And how rude he was to you.

“Hey, hey,” Steve pulls you into a hug, running his hand over your hair to calm you. “It’s going to be okay, but for now let's get you home. I’ll pick Carol up from school later when I get Dustin.”

Steve helps you into his car and drives you home, your too empty home. Your mom and stepdad are on vacation celebrating their anniversary, leaving you home with Carol. Normally you would love it, but with everything that's happened lately you hate it. Granted, you had insisted they still go last night, you didn’t plan on being home alone.

“I just wanted to help,” you whisper to Steve. “He wanted help and I wanted to help him.”

“I know, and you're an amazing person for it,” Steve says lightly, and you pull on your sleeves that started to rise up during the commotion with

Loud knocks on the door pull yours and Carol’s attention away from Tom Selleck running around in a pair of short shorts on your tv. You quickly mute the episode of Magnum P.I. and head for the front door. “Stay there and don’t make a sound,” you warn Carol.

You look out the peephole and see a mop of red curls pacing the length of the porch. “Max?” you question as you throw the door open.

“Billy came home from school fuming that he ruined everything. He was listening to his music too loud when Neil got home and he started screaming at him. Billy screamed back, saying that it was Neil’s fault that he can’t be normal. It’s so bad (Y/N),” Max’s voice breaks. “It’s never been this bad before. I’m scared he’s going to kill Billy.”

Max’s mouth continues to move, but you can’t hear anything after the words kill and Billy. Your heart rate picks up quite substantially as you run out of the house in slippers and just your keys, no jacket, no drivers license, no anything. You see Max and Carol watching from the doorway as you back out of the driveway and speed down the street. You don’t care how fast you’re driving, if Max believes Billy is in serious danger he probably is.

You whip into the Hargrove driveway, not caring if you hit Neil’s car. You run to the door finding it strangely unlocked. As you get closer to the door you can hear Neil screaming so loud you can hear him clearly through the closed door. His voice becomes impossibly louder as you throw open the front door and enter uninvited or that you're in a Hawkins high basketball t shirt and plaid pajama pants.

“You. Stupid. Fucking. Fag,” you hear skin loudly hit skin between every word. “You. Ruined. Your. Own. Life.”

“Get off of him!” you scream as soon as you see Neil straddling Billy. Neil was randomly switching between smacking and punching Billy randomly. You wrench Neil off of the beaten Billy with strength you don’t know you possess. Adrenaline you suppose.

Neil’s anger quickly switches to you, and he slaps you across your face, just like your own father. You can feel the familiar sting from flesh on flesh.

“That all you’ve got?” you antagonize him, trying to keep his attention away from the broken boy that you love.

Love? Now is definitely not the time to have some emotional breakthrough. You’re newly discovered feelings need to be put on the back burner, all that matters is getting Billy out of this house alive.

“This is the worthless whore turning you into a pussy?” Neil laughs loudly as he turns back to Billy, who is now sitting up. “Max’s friends older sister? She must be damn good in the sack.”

“Don’t talk about her like that!” Billy screams. He gets up quickly and pushes Neil into the wall so hard that the picture frames rattle, and some fall to the ground and shatter on impact. “And don’t you ever lay a hand on her again!” Billy winds his arm back to punch Neil in the face, but you grab his arm to stop him.

“It’s not worth it, it won’t make you feel any better in the long run. Take the high road Billy. Please,” he looks at your desperate face and the adrenaline that helped him stand immediately dissipates.

He falls into your arms, the only thing keeping him standing is you. You wrap his arm around your shoulders and snake your arm around his waist. You glare at Susan, who has stood in the corner quietly watching the entire thing. Neil gets between you and Billy and the door.

“Don’t test me,” you seeth, getting ready to lean Billy against the wall so you can hit his father. Screw being the bigger person, this man is really testing your patience. “Move before I kick you so hard where the sun doesn’t shine that it’ll be coming out of your mouth.”

Neil's about to make some smart ass remark until he sees the fresh bruises and cuts littering your arms. You narrow your eyes at him and he silently, and reluctantly, moves out of the way. You quickly help Billy into your car before speeding back to the girls.

He’s bloody and bruised, worse than you’ve ever seen before. And he’s crying, something you weren’t even sure was possible coming from Billy Hargrove.

“What happened?” you whisper when you’re stopped at a red light. The obnoxious red illuminating his slightly bruised face. Props to the abusive fathers for choosing hideable places to really bruise their kids.

“I want to be normal,” his voice comes out quiet, far from the confident cocky boy that you’ve come to know. “He’s why I can’t be. Every time I’m happy he finds a way to hurt me, and then I take it out on kids at school.

“You need to find a coping mechanism,” you advise as the light turns green. “Maybe you can practice basketball more? ‘Cause I’m sure you don’t want to write your feelings down like I do.”

“The only other woman I’ve ever loved in any capacity abandoned me. No one I have ever loved before has ever stuck around. And I thought it would be easier to push you away rather than you realizing I’m not worth it. That’s why I fought Harrington earlier.”

“Love?” you're bewildered by Billy’s confession. “You don’t love me Billy, if you did you wouldn’t have hurt my only friend to make things easier for you.” You pull into your driveway, neither of you making any move to exit the car.

“My mom left me with Neil so she could have a better life. I’m worthless to her, I’m worthless to everyone,” Billy admits quietly. “I just didn’t want you to see me like that too, so I found a shitty out.”

“You aren’t worthless Billy Hargrove,” you say softly, hoping he believes you. “And even though we aren’t friends anymore, you and Max can stay here as long as you need.”

This time you make an exit from the car, quickly walking away from Billy and the tangled webs of your feelings for each other. Max and Carol are waiting for you at the door, eyes wide as they land on Billy who’s walking up behind you.

“Carol, go get the first aid kid,” you give her a look that says stop staring. She scurries off and you bring Billy into the kitchen. Her and Max hover quietly as you clean Billy’s cuts and bandage him up. You must have been concentrating really hard, because it feels like some sweat is trickling down your leg.

“(Y/N), you’re bleeding,” Max sounds worried as the blood seeps through your pant leg.

“Shit,” you breathe out quietly. “Not another pair of pants,” you whine, taking a seat next to Billy.

“I’m calling Mom,” Carol exclaims nervously.

“No you’re not,” you sigh at your little sister. “I probably just popped a stitch, which I can fix myself.”

You gingerly roll up your pant leg to see that you have indeed popped a few stitches. You give a long dramatic sigh as you reach for the needle and thread, but a large thick hand beats you to it. You meet Billy’s eyes and you can see the silent rage burning in them, wanting to beat the shit out of whoever did this to you.

“What happened?” his voice as soft as yours was in the car. He carefully pulls your bleeding leg up to rest on his lap, his fingers gentle as he caresses your skin before threading the needle.

“My dad,” you whimper at the confession, and not the needle sliding through your skin. “He’s been following me for days, yesterday he cornered me and beat me up.”

Once Billy’s down sewing you up, he aggressively paces the kitchen like he wasn’t just beat up himself.

“Billy you need to calm down,” you say gently. “There’s no need for you to get worked up over it.”

“Damn it (Y/N)!” Billy pulls at the ends of his hair. “I’m in love with you! And nobody hurts you and gets away with it.”

“You hurt me!” voice far louder than you intended. Max and Carol’s wide eyes move between the two of you. “More than I ever thought possible. You pushed me away in every way you knew that would mentally hurt me. That’s not love.”

“I was giving you an out-”

“No, you weren’t, “ you cut him off. “You hurt me in order to save yourself pain down the road. Well newsflash, the only one that abandoned someone here is you.”

“I’m scared!” if you didn’t know any better you would swear that there are unshed tears shining in his eyes.

“So am I! I realized that I loved you when I was, quite literally, saving your life,” words are once again leaving you before your brain can process what you’re saying. “Hours after you started a fight with Steve for God knows what reason. It’s hard and scary being in love with the Billy Hargrove, the infamous ladies man. Especially when he’s too embarrassed to truly be my friend when we’re at school.”

“You love me?” Billy sounds stunned. Max has a small smile on her face as Carol gaps at your confession.

“No?” you squint, hoping you can pinch yourself and wake up from this pain pill induced dream. But you aren’t that lucky.

“I want to be better for you,” he gently grabs your hand, pulling it up to his face so he can kiss the scratches on your arms. “I’ve never felt this way before and I got scared. I wanted to really be friends at school, but I knew Tommy H. and Carol would rip into you.”

“Two broken people don’t make a whole one,” you whisper your last line of defense.

“But they can be there for each other with love and support,” Billy’s words surprise you. He pulls you into his arms. “I’ll never hurt you (Y/N), never lay a finger on you.”

“I’m sorry,” you rush out. “For what I said at school. It was rude and uncalled for, I was lashing out because it hurt.”

“I’m sorry too, for what I said and did,” he sighs before continuing. “I’m even sorry I pushed Harrington into those lockers.”

“You have to apologize to him,” you push lightly on his chest so he looks into your eyes and not at your lips.

“Whatever you want,” he leans forward, finally capturing your lips with his. His lips are softer than you imagined, him being such a heavy smoker and all. Typically the smell of tobacco is a turn off for you, but with Billy it’s an inviting smell. The kiss is over too soon, you pull away as Billy goes to slip his tongue in your mouth. There was no way you would go that far in your kitchen.

Whoops coming from Max and Carol make you extremely glad that you didn’t let the kiss get any deeper. The girls don’t need to see that, and you don’t know how far you two would have gotten before you remembered you weren’t alone. You laugh lightly before placing fingers to your slightly swollen lips.

Max and Carol say their goodnights, winking at you tow before running off to your sisters room. You lead Billy up the stairs, the energy from both of you draining as you come back to Earth and realize just how tired everything you've gone through has made you two.

“I love you Billy,” you carefully snuggle closer to his chest.

“I love you too (Y/N),” he gently runs his hand over your hair.

It may not be conventional, but Billy Hargrove is undoubtedly the love of your life. Both of you have been dealt some pretty shitty cards, but it helps you understand the other better. As you lay in your bed with Billy, you and him make a plan to leave this dangerous city and move to California after graduation. For the first time in a long time, you fall asleep truly happy wrapped up in Billy’s bruised but strong arms.

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spectraling · 5 years

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My problems with S3

Salty rant in no particular order below the cut

What the HELL happened to the Byers? They went from being the emotional heart of the show to literally having one brief scene together in ep1 and then Will and Joyce had a hug by the end of ep8, which btw Jonathan DIDN’T EVEN JOIN IN ON??? He was literally in the background in that scene, are you trying to tell me my boy Jonathan Byers would not come out to hug his family after all that shit they just went through???? Jonathan and Will spent like what, four episodes standing next to each other and they barely even exchanged a single line?? Not a comforting touch, a hug, anything??

The Byers’ financial situation and how that could’ve given them some interaction, weight to Joyce’s desire to move and also the Byers talking about that AT ALL was lying right there for the taking. Joyce and Jonathan both had obvious concerns about losing their jobs

Joyce got to spend time doing something else than worrying about Will this season which was nice (instead running after manchild Hopper, great), but where are the repercussions of that? With the growing up theme I was hoping for Joyce to start to look into herself, about letting go and who she is when she’s not a mom

Jonathan was once again reduced to being Nancy’s sidekick, spending most of his time following her around and standing next to her while she drove the plot forward with a vengeance. He spent most of his time in the beginning being an abrasive grump and his pov was barely there with the lack of Byers fam content, which made his argument seem as weak as it did in s2. His scenes with Nancy hit the ground running, were rushed and few and far between. As soon as Jonathan was not by Nancy’s side he disappeared entirely from the plot until she called on him again. He didn’t have one single scene without her

Nancy Wheeler would never, ever stoop so low as to mock Jonathan for a) his socioeconomic position and b) his trauma with his dad. A super ooc low blow. Nancy can obviously be ignorant about how economical strife affects others, but actively mocking him??? This is not the Nancy that approached Jonathan “the freak” in s1 and expressed her concerns despite the entire school side-eyeing her. At least Jonathan got to sass back at her later

Where was Nancy’s backstory that was hinted at before the season? Was hoping for her to get some development OUTSIDE of her rallying to save the world 24/7

Will starts out the season having a semblance of an interesting, very relatable arc (abandonment issues, afraid of growing up, done with The Straights) that then goes nowhere in lieu of The Plot and Will just... doesn’t have a lot of beef with the MF. This thing and the other monsters of the UD fucked him for life, let him have something badass to do like I dunno, give him powers you cowards, let him fight the MF you cowards

Also let Will talk to his family about his issues, or have it be a point that Jonathan is now busy with Nancy and how he misses him. Jonathan being somewhat conflicted about spending all this time outside his family and the potential guilt and effect that has on him. Will destroyed Castle Byers that he and Jonathan built together, where the hell were my brotherly feels???

There was a lot of talk about “new pairings” with the characters, but everything felt very same-y. Jopper goes off on their own, jancy does the same thing, El and Mike have a ton of screentime devoted to just them, Steve and Dustin amped up their bromance to eleven, etc. Even when characters that usually aren’t grouped together were in the same scenes, they barely got anything to say or do (Lucas being said to “become closer with Jancy” was a flat out lie or referred to literally physically standing next to them). Where was Nancy and Joyce solidarity, El and Will siblings, Mike and Nancy bonding over their family falling apart, Jonathan and literally anyone but Nancy?

Villain focus completely shifted from the US government to the spoopy, evil Russians with their spoopy language. Stereotypical, tacky and bland af. Being American is Great and in no way problematic! Go patriotism/capitalism!

The abundance of action and cgi. Omg all of the action sequences. It felt like 70% of the season was spent on El throwing shit around with her powers and Hopper fighting Russian dudes. I remember being halfway through the season and thinking they really should’ve slowed down the plot. But that’s an issue with too little time for too many characters. I had no time to bond with any of the characters I liked since the plots were So Big and So Many that they ate up every opportunity for emotional intimacy and reflection. We had time for a goddamn ad for coke but not for the Byers to interact like once???

Also the whole infection/MF working in the shadows thing? Completely wasted potential. It was set up to induce paranoia in the characters and the MF tricking, playing with and torturing them, people not knowing who to trust which could’ve lead to some really compelling scenes. Nope, it’s just a big meaty version of the MF and now it’s running around town trying to fuck El up while nobody conveniently notices and tons of people died but who cares

Robin was shoehorned into the plot and magically had all the skills it took to figure out the code, could decipher Russian with no previous knowledge (the languages she listed as knowing are not at all related to Russian and why tf does she know so many languages??). At least she slapped Stobin in the face and gave us some actual LGBT rep since the doofuses are hellbent on beating around the bush with Will infinitely

Erica was 100% SASS and nothing else. It got old really quick

The entire plotline with Steve/Dustin/Erica/Robin took up about 60% of screentime with memes and sassy jokes and provided about 5% of relevance in the grand scheme of the plot. Everything they found out in the Russian facility could’ve been relayed by the Russian guy Jopper kidnapped

Which btw, why did a random Russian dude take up that much screentime? He had way more emotional development than 80% of the core cast. Also did we need that much Murray?

Speaking of, I did not need Murray doing his creepy, invasive psycho analysis thing on Jopper like he did Jancy last season. It was terrible and lazy writing then and it’s terrible and lazy now

Steve complaining about popularity “not being that great really” made me want to punch him in the face even more than usual. Nobody gives two shits about a rich white boy who got everything he pointed at, all the popularity and more girls than he could count at school while stomping on the outcasts

Also didn’t need that jab at Nancy in his heartfelt scene with Robin (which was funny bc Robin has a lot of similar traits to Nancy)

Karen and Billy was gross, but at least Karen stopped herself to go back to her unfulfilling but legally sound marriage. No need to rock that boat unnecessarily! A completely mediocre man is just fine for her I guess. At least she got a kickass scene with Nancy

Why in the fucking world did Billy get as much screentime as he did. Why on earth did this asshat, racist abuser get some bs sob story about his awful childhood when we have 47 other, way more sympathetic and interesting characters that could’ve been explored instead. And then he did some stupid “grand heroic sacrifice”. I cried more when the Russian dude died

Max was a victim of Billy’s abuse for years which was completely undermined by her ooc constant concern for him and overblown grief at his death

El being oh so concerned about Billy when she knew he was the asshole who had abused his friends Max and Lucas (and beat up Steve) before felt really insincere

Hopper was a huge, loud, violent jerk this season and I’m not having it. I felt sorry for Joyce having to put up with him and then he presumably died heroically (??? he’s obviously still alive guys) and I...didn’t really care? Was kind of on the Jopper train but have no hopes for it now. Where was their supposed “history” together that was hinted at before the season? It just felt like Hopper constantly acting like a huge, controlling manchild and Joyce having to pep/comfort/discipline him. No sense of back and forth support

What the fuck was that music number with Dustin and Suzie?? Omg cringe. I could feel how the characters all died inside

On the subject of music, they stole Jancy’s theme song and gave it to Steve and Robin and then Mileven. Mileven also stole Jancy’s “I love you”, which was clearly hinted from the name of the song on the soundtrack titled “The first I love you”, which is literally a rehash of their theme “The first lie” in s2. A huge slap in the face to end the season with

#st3 spoilers #stranger things #stranger things 3 #I am a salty bitch rn :))))))#this is only my initial problems #I'm sure I'll think of more

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willelbyers · 7 years

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Rain

Summary: After they leave from a successful D&D campaign at Mike's, Max cries in front of Lucas for the first time. To her surprise, he knows what to do.

Pairings: Lucas/Max (pre-relationship)

Notes: About 1,800 words, implications of emotional abuse. For a prompt from @lucassinclairstan: @he-lives-on-mirkwood Another Lumax (I ship them a lot!) A oneshot where Max cries in front of Lucas for the first time and he comforts her

Another one for my prompt fills. Posted on Ao3, here, as well as written out under the cut. Enjoy!

“Bye, kids!” Mrs. Wheeler calls from inside as the kids pile out the door. “Get home safe!”

“Night, Mrs. Wheeler!” Dustin calls back as he picks up his bike. He glances at his watch. “Shit. I have to be home… five minutes ago.” He’s pedaling onto the street in an instant, seemingly ignoring the pouring rain. “See you tomorrow, guys!”

Will, hovering in the doorway, laughs a little. To Max, it sounds like normal, but she knows by the way Mike eyes him that something’s different. Not that she would recognize it—for the boys, there’s a clear definition of the time periods BUD and AUD, Will before the Upside-Down and Will after it. But for her, the Will she knows is capital-a After, and always will be. And as much as she enjoys hanging out with her new companions, she’s never going to get to know Will Byers Before, and she’ll never really be able to understand.

“It’s getting late,” Mike says, eyes fixed on the shorter boy. “Will, you want to go back inside?” Jonathan had come to pick up him and El with his car several hours before, and though El was exhausted (she always is, these days) and went without a fight, Will insisted on staying and finishing the campaign. Mrs. Byers—Joyce, she’d insisted after a few months of Max dropping by the store—had called to give Will the okay to stay at the Wheeler’s instead of going home himself. They aren’t repeating the Worst Mistake of 1983.

Will nods, offering Max and Lucas a small smile. “Movies tomorrow at noon, right?”

“Yup,” Lucas replied, flipping the kickstand of his bike up. “Don’t forget, we have to meet before we go so we can buy snacks to sneak in.”

“Michael!” Mrs. Wheeler calls again from inside. “It’s getting late, and we don’t want you or Will getting sick, and your friends have to get home before anyone worries!”

“Coming!” Mike screeches. He turns back to face them. “Alright, where do you want to meet? We could have lunch at the diner—I’ll call Dustin on the supercom—if that’s cool with you guys. And—”

He’s cut off by Nancy, who is walking toward the stairs but stops with a grin when she spots them. “Hey,” she says before glancing down at Mike. “You should get inside, it’s pretty cold.”

“You sound like Mom, oh my God,” Mike complains before grabbing Will’s wrist. “Let’s go. Goodnight, guys.” He pushes past Nancy, dragging Will inside. Will manages one final wave before he’s being pulled upstairs and out of sight.

Nancy rolls her eyes fondly, smiling after her brother. “You guys heading out?” she asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Yeah,” Max replies, glancing at Lucas. “We really should get doing, though. Oh, and tell Mike that his plan is fine.” She grabs her skateboard from where it’s been leaning against a post. “Bye, Nancy.”

“Bye,” Nancy replies as Max and Lucas walk out into the rain. Max feels her eyes on them for a moment as they walk out onto the sidewalk before the lights turn off and they hear the door click shut.

Neither of them were prepared for the weather, so Max is armed only with her skateboard and a hooded jacket. Better than Lucas, who only has his hoodie and bike. Then again, Lucas only has to walk a little way down the cul-de-sac.

Your friends have to get home before anyone worries.

Mrs. Wheeler’s voice pops into her head, unprompted, except Max does know exactly why this is happening.

Please, not now. Because if she can hold out for five minutes, it’ll be okay, but she can already feel her eyes burning and Lucas is still right next to her. For once, she’s glad it’s raining, because maybe that’ll hide the tears welling up in her eyes.

Before anyone worries.

Sure, she laughs bitterly to herself. Like they’re gonna worry.

“This is me,” Lucas says, coming to a stop and startling her out of her reverie.

“Oh,” she says. Her voice sounds strained. Sound normal, sound normal… “Okay. See you tomorrow.” She’s turning away, already congratulating herself on fooling him, when he grabs her arm. On reflex, she jerks away, turning around to face him as she pulls her arm tightly to her chest.

“Max,” he says quietly, pausing for so long she thinks she might have just imagined it in the soft patter of the downpour. Then he says it again. “Max.”

“What?” she grumbles, trying to make herself bored instead of unreasonably upset. Maybe the rain will hide it. Please let the rain hide it.

“Will you look at me?” he asks, and it really is a suggestion instead of an order.

Just because he’s not making her do anything, she listens to him, meeting his gaze. “What is it?”

He grins humorlessly. “I should be asking you that.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she says flatly, turning away. “Look, Lucas, I have to get home.” Before anyone worries.

“I’m not going to ask you if you’re okay,” he tells her, and that stops her in her tracks because back in San Diego she never had friends and if someone cared they’d just ask are you okay are you okay are you okay until the words became background noise instead of genuine concern. “Because I know you don’t want to answer that. I just want to know what’s wrong—and don’t lie to me, because something is wrong. And friends don’t lie.” And now she knows that he really is serious, because he’s pulling Eleven’s lines right now. Friends don’t lie.

And that’s when she breaks completely, because he’s used the word friend and he’s used it to describe her. Her sobs are quiet from years of practice, but she feels hot tears streaking down her face and mingling with the rain. Dammit, a little piece of her still completely aware says. She’s never cried in front of him before—there was a close call, once, when she thought that they were all going to die, with Dustin screaming into his supercom as the bus they were hiding in shook. But she didn’t cry then and she most definitely is now. You blew it, Mayfield.

She doesn’t know exactly how it all happens, but she finds herself sitting on the stairs leading to the Sinclair’s front door, Lucas beside her—not quite touching her but definitely still within her personal space, their shoulders a mere inch apart. She doesn’t push him away, and she isn’t sure whether it’s because she’s too tired or if she doesn’t mind.

She struggles to catch her breath, not ready talk, and instead focuses on breathing in and out, in and out. Lucas fills the silence.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “I don’t know if this was my fault, but even if it wasn’t, I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head, tears making her contact lenses uncomfortable. She pops them out expertly, not caring when they fall to the ground and are washed by the water down the drain. She has more at home. “It wasn’t you,” she finally says. “You’re actually the good part. I just… I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

“Something that makes you upset isn’t stupid,” Lucas replies, and though she can’t see more than a blurry outline of him, she knows his eyes are on her.

She sighs, pulling her glasses from her pocket. She doesn’t put them on, just holds them up closer to her eyes and studies them as rain splatters against the lenses. “I… I guess, when Mrs. Wheeler said that people would worry if we didn’t get home safe… I wish I had people like that.” I wish my family cared.

She stares down at her glasses, a few more tears escaping, not daring to glance up at Lucas, so she’s a little startled when hands reach forward and tug the spectacles from her hands. She hears the faint click-click of them unfolding, and then they’re being slid into position on her face. The world, though a little water-spotted, clears, and Lucas has his gaze fixed on her.

“You do,” he says, and she frowns.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, because she’s not really following.

He rolls his eyes. “You have people who care about you. I care about you. Dustin and Mike and Will and El care about you. Steve, too. We would worry if you didn’t make it home safe.” He sighs. “And I know that… you know, everything that happened with Billy… wasn’t great.”

“No shit,” she mutters, and she feels him shake once with the force of his snort beside her.

“Yeah, he was a piece of work. But, you know… he sucked. And I’m sorry you had to go through with that. And I know your dad…”

“He’s trying his best,” she finishes, using her pinky to push her glasses up her nose. “But it’s hard. And we go over to Mike’s house and his mother is so nice and his sister is a thousand—no a million—times better than my brother ever was. It just reminds me, every time, that my dad would probably only care about a week after I didn’t come home, then he would go collect some insurance bullshit, and that would be that. I haven’t heard from Mom in months. And Billy would have been the one to kill me. They wouldn’t care.”

Lucas scrubs a hand over his face. “But, Max, you don’t have to worry about Billy anymore. And your dad, yeah, it’s hard, but give it time. And just… remember, if you ever need to get out of there, you can stay at my place. I’m sure Mike and Dustin wouldn’t mind, either.”

She breathes in, out. “Thanks, Lucas.”

“I’d offer you a tissue or something, but I don’t think it would do anything in this weather,” Lucas says, slight smile gracing his face.

She manages a laugh. “No, I don’t think so.” She stands, grabbing her skateboard. “I should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow at the diner, right?”

“Yeah,” he agrees, pushing himself up, too. “See you tomorrow, Max.”

She walks down the street without looking back, and through the pounding of the rain she hears the door shut with a click. She pushes her glasses up her nose once more before tossing her board down to the ground and pushing off, gliding under streetlight after streetlight as she heads home.

So I don't know why all my Lumax stories have one-word titles so far, but whatever. I like them.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, everyone! Leave a comment, if you like, and send me more prompts! Read more of my stories over on my Ao3. Thanks for reading!

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This was a story on fan fiction by "freakwithacamera". It is a one-shot where Jonathan and Steve resolve to put an end to Billy's terror on the kids, and in general.I omitted the slash between them because it's OOC and it didn't make sense. I hope we see something very similar to this in season 3. Check it out!Steve knew he respected Jonathan, but the second he said "Let's go. I'm tired of Billy's shit," his respect for him had risen. Most people, when confronted with Billy's bullshit and abuse, simply suggested going to the cops or telling a parent and having them deal with it, and nothing against Hopper or the party's parents – with the exception of Mr. Wheeler, he could choke as far as Steve was concerned – but that wasn't going to help the situation. Billy wasn't going to listen to authority figures talking diplomacy, he only understood when you spoke his language, and Jonathan seemed to be the first person to really understand that. So, when Steve had grumbled that they needed to do something about him, he hadn't expected anyone to agree, but Jonathan had and it proved to Steve that he was, once again, a brave person. A man of action.However, as he knew from experience, it took a lot to get Jonathan angry, even more to get him angry to the point of willingly going along with what could only be called violent disturbing of the peace, so after Steve had told him what Will had told him on the car ride home, he was ready to commit murder. Billy really should have known not to mess with the younger Byers, but Billy and Jonathan hadn't really met, so he supposed it wasn't Billy's fault for not understanding the rage of an older brother who had literally just gotten his brother back only to find out he was being bullied by a near-adult.It wasn't just his abuse of Will, he was fucking with the whole party, especially Max and Lucas because Billy was, as Steve had so eloquently put it "A racist pile of steaming horseshit." He'd really done it this time, because Lucas had gotten hurt in the process, which was the catalyst for Steve's anger. That bastard had followed the party home from school after Max had ditched him to hang out at the arcade with her friends, and ran them off the road again. Steve hadn't known about the first time until this evening, or this would have most likely happened a lot sooner. Billy had almost hit Lucas, purposely chasing him down for longer up until the point when he swerved to avoid being hit and went head first into a tree, leaving him with a rather large bump, which Steve had worried might have been a concussion, but after multiple reassurances from both Dustin and Will, had calmed down enough to realize that it wasn't anything too serious. He had a few bruises, as well, and a couple scrapes on his face, but he had insisted he was fine and didn't need Steve to baby him.The party had done their best to calm Steve down and had succeeded in stopping him from going directly to Billy's house and getting his ass handed to him almost immediately. It wasn't until he'd brought Will home after a night of Dungeons and Dragons, that he'd met up with Jonathan and they'd collectively decided that something had to be done. Steve brought Will home most nights, because Ms. Byers still didn't want him riding his bike home at night, which was understandable, so Steve had volunteered, partly because he liked Will, and it worked out just as well, because Steve would already go to the Wheeler household to study with Nancy.Nancy and Steve had made up and were on better terms, both realizing they weren't the best for her, and she was helping him with his college essays, so he could potentially get in next year. He was aiming for somewhere in New Hampshire, so he could follow Jonathan, which meant a lot of study sessions and plenty or rewritten essays. He was getting better, though, and he was sure he'd have in by time for early consideration.He'd been there for her when she and Jonathan had broken up a few months prior. Jonathan had broken it off, not really giving much of a reason beyond he didn't think he was what she needed. Now, after a long conversation with Will about Billy's abuse and how often it happened, which turned out to be at least weekly, and he was attacking the whole party, even shoved Will into a wall at the theater one day when he was with Mike and called him a fag. Will had had to restrain Mike to keep him from going after him, which would not have ended well. Jonathan was understandably pissed when Steve had told him."We need to do something about this motherfucking prick," Jonathan all but growled as he opened the door of his house, ushering Steve out into the warm night's air.Steve snorted, "Wow, Jonny, I've never heard you use such strong language before.""Shut up and get in the car," Jonathan told him before pausing, "You still got my bat?""It's my bat now, and yes, it's in my trunk," Steve confirmed. He'd kept it around and had no intention of letting it go any time soon. That bat would come with him to college if necessary. He wasn't taking any chances with the Upside Down."Then we're taking your car. Keys?" Jonathan held up his hand, waiting for Steve to give them to him."It's my car!""Keys," Jonathan demanded and Steve raised his eyebrows but tossed him the keys."I love it when you get all bossy," Steve sarcastically. Truthfully, Steve was a little too happy to see Jonathan in overprotective big brother mode. It made him feel saner, since he wasn't the only one Billy was pissing off.They drove towards Billy's house as soon as Steve gave him directions. He'd had to pick Max up a few times when her brother's abuse got too bad. Steve took the time to go through Jonathan's mix tape collection as one of them played, blaring out The Smiths. "You make these?""Yeah," Jonathan nodded."What's a guy gotta do to get one?""I don't know. Why? You want one?" Jonathan asked, looking over at Steve as he went through the tapes."A little bit, yeah," Steve admitted."Would you actually listen to it? It's not gonna be some Cyndi Lauper bullshit, you know that, right?""I figured. I'll listen to it.""Why do you want one?""Because-" Because I've actually been meaning to try out some new music.""Yeah that makes sense," Jonathan pointed out.Steve smiled and turned his head towards Jonathan, not joking as much as he wished he was, "Are you saying I have to pay you to get a mix tape? If so, just name the price I gotta pay-"Jonathan snorted and shook his head, "I'll make you one."Steve grinned as they pulled up to Billy's place, but it soon disappeared when Jonathan parked the car. They had business to attend to and now was not the time for joking around.Jonathan immediately went to the trunk to pull out the bat. Billy's car was in the driveway and as soon as Jonathan had the bat in his hands, Steve knew what was about to happen. "Are you sure this is a good idea?""Probably not," Jonathan shrugged. Needless violence wasn't like him, but as far as he was concerned, this wasn't needless at all. Billy needed to learn who the fuck he was messing with and it didn't look like anybody else was willing to step up."We could get arrested!" Steve hissed, starting to regret the decision to come. If they were just going to confront Billy, it would be one thing, but this could get them in serious trouble."Okay, first off, my mom's dating the chief, we'll be fine. Secondly, we'll just tell them everything Billy's been doing to the kids and he'll get in even more trouble, so there's no way in hell he'll call the cops," Jonathan assured him, making his way to Billy's car."Sound logic," Steve sighed, feeling a little bit better, but still wary of the task at hand. He had to admit, it would be a very powerful message to send.Jonathan nodded and lifted the bat over his head, smirking at Steve before bringing it down on the car's windshield. The resulting sound of glass cracking shook the quiet neighborhood. Jonathan brought it down a couple more times until the windshield was destroyed. He stood back to admire his work. Billy's windshield was completely shattered and caved it. He didn't do it often, but when he did get angry, he made it count. "There. A warning."Jonathan started back towards the car, ready to go when the front door of the house opened. Steve realized way too late that if Billy's car was here, then that meant he was here, too. "Shit.""Yeah," Jonathan breathed out, his hand on the door's handle."What the fuck did you do to my fucking car? What the hell?" Billy exploded out the door, running to his car to check out the damage. He pushed the hair back from his forehead, not quite believing what he was seeing. He shook his head, trying to process what had happened. "My dad's gonna kill me.""Steve." Jonathan urged, trying to get Steve's attention, but Steve was completely focused on the horror story unfolding in front of them."He's gonna kill me, and it's all your fault," Billy snarled before running towards Steve, giving him a look that froze him in place."Steve! Steve, get in the car!"He heard Jonathan, but he couldn't do anything. He was like a deer in headlights and Billy was the oncoming car about to end his life. Well, he supposed it had been a good one. Sure, he had a few regrets, but what were they in comparison to this one?"Harrington. I'm going to fucking kill you!""Steve, car!"Steve stayed frozen as Billy stopped in front of him. He had all of two seconds to flinch before Billy's fist connected with his face and he tasted blood in his mouth. The side of his face exploded with pain and he vaguely heard Jonathan yelling in the background."Don't you fucking touch him!"Billy got in a couple more hits, bloodying Steve's nose and catching him under the eye before he was dragged off of him, Jonathan pulling him away.Steve blinked, getting his bearings and taking in the scene before him. Jonathan and Billy stood toe to toe, Billy shouting obscenities and Jonathan giving him a look of barely concealed rage.Steve couldn't tell who swung first, but within seconds, fists were flying. Jonathan clearly had the upper hand, more in control of himself than Billy could ever be, his anger wasn't getting the better of him. Billy got in quite a few hits, though, and if Steve had been able to pick himself up off the ground, then he would have tried to help, but he wasn't sure it was safe to go near them and Jonathan seemed to be handling himself.Jonathan finally shoved Billy back against the car, holding him up with an arm to his throat. They're both bloody and beaten up, but Jonathan wasn't done. "You stay the fuck away from my brother and his friends. Do you understand?""Fuck you and you're faggot brother," Billy spat, struggling to get free. Jonathan didn't look very strong, but he was holding Billy in place fairly well."Do you fucking understand?" He growled out, shoving his arm further against Billy's throat."Go to hell, you motherfucking freak!""I swear to god, if I hit you again, I'm not gonna stop until you quit breathing, you piece of shit. Stay away from my brother, stay away from Max and Lucas, all of them. And stay the fuck away from Steve." Billy had caused too much pain to his friends, he wasn't going to stand for it anymore. If they couldn't settle it like adults, Jonathan was more than happy to act just as childish as Billy."Gotta protect your bitch of a brother, right?" Billy smiled, his teeth bloody and it hurt but he did it anyway. He managed to push Jonathan back just far enough so he wasn't touching the car anymore. "I always knew he was a fucking queer, I just didn't know he was the one who took it up the ass."Jonathan shoved him back against the car with an audible thump, raising his fist."Jonathan! Let him go, we can leave, alright?" Steve called, finally getting to his feet. He wasn't going to let Jonathan keep going. It was honestly a little scary seeing him like this. He wondered if he'd always been capable of this type of rage or if losing Will had changed him. Either way, it was over, Billy wasn't worth getting arrested for. "He's not worth it. It's over."Jonathan stared at Billy for the longest time, but finally let him go, Billy slumping against the car. "Damn right. I knew you didn't have the guts to finish it.""You want me to keep going?" Jonathan asked, not even turning around. He wanted to go home, to clean his face up, and to calm down. He hated being angry, it reminded him too much of Lonnie."I'm not afraid of you, you fucking creep!" Billy raised his voice as Jonathan got farther away.Jonathan rolled his eyes, "If you keep shouting you're gonna wake the whole neighborhood. And your dad.""The fuck you know about my dad?" Billy asked, taking a few steps towards them.Jonathan spun around, staring at Billy, "I know enough. I know he beats you, kicks the shit out of you and calls you worthless. I know he broke your nose last Christmas because you forgot to call him 'sir.' And I know that you're just like him.""I'm nothing like him!" Billy shouted in offense."You both hurt people to make yourselves feel better. You're both dicks. You both hurt people who look up to you, who need you to be stable, who need you to care about them, but instead you treat them like shit. You're exactly alike and you know it."Billy crossed his arms, getting defensive, "And so what? Why should I apologize for being what he's made me?""Because you don't get to be a dick, that's not how the world works. You think you're the only one with a shitty father? Grow the hell up, Billy. You're not the only person getting hurt here." Jonathan knew first hand what it was like to be shoved around, but instead of taking it out on Will, he'd done everything he could to protect him, to show him the love he hadn't gotten. Billy was just a bad example of abuse victims. He didn't have to be like he was, but he didn't try to change, and that was the problem. It was so easy to give into the anger, to let it consume you and to hurt others the way you'd been hurt, but being better was hard. Loving people, caring about them, trusting them, that was hard, and Billy didn't want to put forth the effort to do it. So, he stayed the way he was, stagnant and sad, and honestly, Jonathan would have felt sorry for him if he hadn't been such a dick to the people he cared about. Might've even offered to help him be better, but he could tell from the way Billy reacted, he didn't want to be better, and Jonathan felt bad for all the people in his life that had to deal with him. Max had to deal with his abuse, and yet she'd turned out better. If a child could be better, then there was no fucking excuse for Billy's grown ass to be as bad as he was."And why should I care? Nobody cares about me, so what do I owe them?" Billy snapped, glaring at Jonathan. He didn't give two shits what he had to say. He liked himself, and that was all that mattered."Maybe they would if you weren't such a colossal prick. Maybe if you let people care about you instead of hurting them. Do you want to care about your father? Do you want to love him? No, of course not! So, why should anyone love you?" Jonathan reasoned, shaking his head. He was done with the conversation, and done with Billy. "I'm going home, Billy. Touch my family again and I'll break your fingers.""Whatever, you fucking creep. I don't need your advice." Billy stomped off into the house, slamming the door behind him.Jonathan leaned against the car for a moment, in pain and relived it was over, before opening the door and sliding into the front seat, asking "You okay, Steve?""Me? What about you? You look like you went ten rounds with Mike Tyson," Steve shook his head as he closed the door."I'm fine. I've had worse," Jonathan shrugged, wincing slightly. "Some Tylenol and some sleep will fix it."Steve looked him over, taking stock of his visible injuries, "You really kicked his ass.""Maybe he'll leave them alone now." That was all they could hope for."If not, we go to Hopper, he'll arrest him, right?""If he can get enough evidence."Steve sighed and looked out the window as they drove, blood drying on his face. "Go to my house, so we can get cleaned up. I doubt you want your mom to see you like this, right?""Good idea," Jonathan said, turning to get on the street that lead to Steve's place. He didn't even want to think about what his mother would say if she saw him like this. He wasn't in the mood for a lecture or to be coddled, he just wanted his head to stop hurting."Well, I am full of them. Hey, did you grab my bat?" Steve asked, suddenly worried."Yeah, it's in the backseat. I put it there when I was trying to get you in the car."Steve looked in the back, confirming that the bat was indeed there. "Yeah, sorry, I just kinda froze.""It's alright." Jonathan understood. He knew what it was like to freeze up. But seeing Steve get attacked had triggered something in him. He hadn't been able to stop himself from jumping in to save him. It reminded him of Lonnie trying to attack him.They stopped outside Steve's house and sat in silence for a moment before Steve opened the car door. Jonathan came around the side and handed him his keys so he could unlock the front door.Once inside, Steve immediately took Jonathan to the bathroom to get cleaned up. He handed a rag to Jonathan and took one for himself, cleaning the dried blood from his face. He'd have a bruise in the morning, but compared to how Jonathan's face would look, that was nothing. One their faces were cleaned up so they could see the damage better, Steve pulled out a first aid kit and set it on the counter."Here, let me help you put your face back together.""Okay, but honestly, how bad is it?" Jonathan asked, looking at himself in the mirror."Well...," Steve shrugged, smiling at Jonathan, "To put it bluntly, you'll probably look like total shit tomorrow."Jonathan looked down for a moment, thinking. He's not a guy who really likes to resolve things through violence, but today he didn't have a choice. If there's one thing that's true about Jonathan Byers, it's that he'll always protect his family. The incident with the demagorgon had made him more mindful of this fact. Today Billy Hargrove learned this the hard way. Jonathan still would've done something if Will wasn't targeted by Billy, but he did and Jonathan put a stop to it. Jonathan thanked Steve for his help and later he got home, and snuck in through his window, so as to not wake up the other members of his household. If he's going to talk to his mom, he at least needs some sleep first. He later drifted into sleep with one thought.No one messes with those close to him and gets away with it. thanked Steve for his help and later he got home, and snuck in through his window, so as to not wake up the other members of his household. If he's going to talk to his mom, he at least needs some sleep first. He later drifted into sleep with one thought.No one messes with those close to him and gets away with it. via /r/StrangerThings

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