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weird-an · 9 hours

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"For fuck's sake."

Jim already has a headache and apparently it's gonna get much worse. He pours himself a cup of the shittiest coffee in Hawkins and turns to the kid sitting in front of his desk.

"What happened, kid?" he asks. "Why would you do that?"

Billy Hargrove reeks of cheap liquor, trouble and the metallic smell of blood. His lip is split and he looks like he hasn't slept in a week or so.

Billy doesn't answer, just glares at him.

"Breakin' and entering is no joke," Jim starts again. He sounds as pissed off as he feels, because he still has Mrs. Carters shrill voice in his year, calling from Loch Nora about a burglar, about her fancy neighborhood getting sullied.

"I didn't do shit," Billy protests. "I…was just…"

He falls silent, mouth snapping shout like he regrets he even said a word.

"What?" Jim probes, because there's a piece of the puzzle missing.

Billy shakes his head, lips thin.

"Should I call the Harrington's and ask if you were invited?" Jim knows he's an asshole, but it comes more naturally to him than being nice.

Something flashes across Billy's face and his tan gets drained out by miserable paleness.

"Don't call them," Billy says, fingers digging into his thigh so hard his knuckles turn white.

"So, let's try again," Jim says, taking another sip from the dishwater the station claims is coffee.

"The key's under the flower pot," Billy mumbles.

Jim raises a brow. "And you know that why?"

Billy's eyes shoot dagger at him, the way only a pissed of teenager can look at an adult.

"Steve put it there for me," he says lowly, like it's a secret, something dirty and shameful you hide under your bed. "In case I need a place to go to…"

"So, you're pals?" Jim asks, huffing a laugh in disbelief. "Why didn't you say so?"

Billy's jaw tightens.

"Nobody knows," he finally says. His fingers find his necklace, tugging at the pendant. "It's better that way."

Jim is close to crack a joke about dramatic teenagers, but Billy's blue eyes are dark and there's a sadness there that doesn't belong to someone so young.

Whatever it is, Jim gets another piece of a puzzle - but apparently they're playing Hide and Seek.

"Okay," he says after a while. He'll put a stamp on the report, saying Confidential or similar shit. "You can go."

Surprise makes Billy look softer, less hurt. "What?"

Jim shrugs. "I've heard enough. Or do you want me to lock you up?"

It's a joke, but his throat clogs up when he looks down on Billy's file and sees that the kid had already spend a night the drunk tank a few weeks ago.

"Whatever, Chief." Billy lifts his hands. "I'm outta here, then."

The kid is halfway through the door, when it hits Jim. Billy can't go back to Loch Nora right now. Mrs. Carter is probably on guard.

"If you still need a place to stay, you can sleep in the break room," Jim offers. "The couch is a disaster though."

Billy stands in the doorway, eyes wide. He plays it cool when he catches himself.

"If I don't have to drink that shit." He points at the coffee. Jim can't blame him. Although 1 am is way too late to get cheeky.

"Just go to bed," Jim grumbles.

Billy salutes him. Jim can see his shoulders sinking, his whole body a bit less tense. Maybe he'll get them donuts for breakfast.

#welcome to the jim has to take care of billy show #jim hopper #billy hargrove & jim hopper #jim hopper & billy hargrove #billy hargrove #implied #harringrove #billy hargrove ficlet

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mangywayway · 2 days

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Steve and Billy's babies from my mythology au because I can (I'm totally blaming @/half-oz-eddie for this lmao)

No, they don't have a name or anything. I have no idea how to call them but I'm open to suggestions if you want. For now they are just existing lol

The girl is more an harpy, she got only the ears and the general hair from Steve. Even her tail is made of feathers; the little boy is more a mix between them, and instead of changing his arms, his wings are directly on his back (so they are two separate things).

(Also being them half harpy/half werecat I'm going to consider them some kinda of sphinxes, especially the little one lol)

#art #fanart #harringrove #harringrove babies #mythology au #I couldn't resist so here you go with the babies #harpy billy hargrove #werecat steve harrington #mangywayway

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thediktatortot · 3 days

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I'm going to set up a Harringrove for Palestine post tomorrow with a little more information, but if you don't care what you receive from me and trust I'll doodle you something fun/cool then go ahead and donated at least 5$. give me a prompt or an image prompt or even a random video I don't care just give me something to inspire myself with and I'll doodle something up for you. If you give 20$ I'll do clean line work and for 50$ i'll color it and shade it too.

I'll add the link to be smarter: https://www.pcrf.net/

#Harringrove for palestine #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove

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billybigbang2024 · 2 days

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Billy Big Bang 2024 - IT'S BACK ON (with some adjustments)

We decided we couldn't just let the Billy Big Bang die out completely this year so we have created a new server and I (@kallisto-k) have taken over as the second mod alongside @writer-in-theory!

Author sign-ups are running to May 15th and artists until July 6th! Beta and pinch hitter sign-ups run indefinitely! Please check out the full schedule or reach out to us via the ask box on our Billy Big Bang 2024 blog if you have any questions!

Artists, authors, beta readers and pinch hitters can sign up via the google form here - please make sure to use an email you will check frequently in case we need to get in contact with you! It's also how we will invite you to the discord server so doubly important!

A huge shout out to @alicetallula for letting us use one of their incredible Billy pieces for our blog and server icons!

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harringroveera · 3 days

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And they’re actually each other’s beard

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bigdumbbambieyes · 2 days

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omegaverse nsfw for @shieldofiron 🤍

Steve always tries to pretend he’s not into the shit Billy does to him — he pulls faces, gives the weakest complaints, glares.

Like that time Billy bent him over his desk in his bedroom and ate him out until he was a sloppy little mess, arching his back and baring his neck and bitching the entire time until Billy pulled him onto his lap and onto his knot.

Or whenever Billy’s shoving his face into his omega’s neck to nose at his scent glands, nuzzling and licking and biting at them so Steve stinks of him and Steve tries to act bothered and annoyed — but Billy’s rubbing at the crotch of his boyfriend’s jeans to feel the tell-tale bulge there.

Steve never really means it. He’s just a bitch. And a brat.

Like now, when it’s late at the quarry and he’s shoving the pretty boy into the back seat of the Beamer, Steve settling against the leather and glaring up at him.

Billy doesn’t say anything, just smirks as he shuts the door behind him as he settles on top of Steve, pressing his heavy body down onto him, his nose going for those scent glands again and inhaling the bittersweet florals there.

“You don’t have to fucking push me,” Steve huffs just above the music playing from the tape in the deck, his hand weakly shoving at Billy’s shoulders, like he’s making a show of it.

Billy licks across that gland, tastes sweet honeysuckles on his tongue, and Steve goes still — goes sweet for him and only him, tilting his head with a soft sigh, parting his thighs obediently.

“I know I didn’t have to,” Billy hums as he settles between Steve’s thighs, “But, you like it.”

“No I don’t,” Steve pouts, his cheeks burning hot.

Billy moves his mouth up, noses at Steve’s temple as his lips press to his omega’s ear, playfully growling, “Then why do you smell like a bitch in heat, hm?”

He can smell Steve’s slick already, hears the pleasured little whine his pretty boy makes as he ruts his hips up against Billy, the hard press of his cock trapped in his jeans making Billy’s mouth water.

“S’your fault,” Steve gasps as Billy hurriedly pushes his boyfriend’s shirt up and presses kisses to his chest, sucking little bruises there just to feel the hard grip Steve gets on his hair.

A fistful of blond curls in Steve’s hand is a powerful thing. Billy feels the pull, directing him lower, and it’s like his scalp is directly linked to his cock with how he’s twitching in his tight jeans as Steve pulls on his hair again.

“What, you want my mouth?” Billy breathes as he tugs Steve’s jeans open and down, letting the other kick them off towards the front seat.

“Yeah,” Steve nods, watching Billy pull his briefs down, his cock slapping almost wetly against his lower stomach once it’s free.

“Where, baby?” Billy asks with a soft moan as he wraps his hand around Steve’s fat cock, so fucking big for an omega it drives him crazy, “Right here?” He asks as he smears the pearl of precum with his thumb, swirls it in little circles just to watch Steve’s jaw drop.

“Fuck,” he moans, looks so pretty like this, so needy. Billy loves it; Steve will beg with those big brown eyes of his whenever he really wants something but doesn’t want to say it.

Like now. Billy knows what Steve wants. He knows he’s gonna be burying his face between Steve’s cheeks and lapping at his hole, fucking him with his tongue until he’s crying, but he waits.

“Yes or no,” Billy chides him gently, stroking up and down so slowly, driving his baby wild as he stares up at Steve and asks, “You gonna be good for me?”

It works like a charm. Steve’s eyes glaze over a bit, that honeysuckle scent filling the car, and it’s so thick Billy could almost choke on it. Almost.

He breathes it in deep, feels a pleased little rumble in his chest on the exhale, a sweet little sound for his omega — who chirps in response, his cheeks flushed with pleasure.

Steve nods and whispers, “Yeah.”

“Then grab the back of your knees and show me that pretty little hole, baby,” Billy hums, watching as Steve scrambles to do just that, grabbing and spreading his legs as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth.

And despite the bitching and moaning that Steve always does, or how stubborn he can be, he’s still a good omega. The best, really. Always presenting himself for his alpha, just like this.

And in other sweet, non-sexual ways, too. But Billy doesn’t want to think about that.

No, instead he gives Steve another little rumble from his chest and grabs the back of his thighs, squeezing them as he lowers his mouth to lick the flat of his tongue from Steve’s hole and up to the tip of his dick.

The moan his boyfriend makes is fucking filthy, taps at something a little primal in Billy’s brain, makes him want to knot his pretty boy and bite his neck, claim him for all to see and understand just who he belongs to.

So, he does.

But not before he’s licking into Steve with purpose, stuffing his tongue as deep as he can into his omega, listening to the cute little whimpers and whines and ‘fuck’s and ‘Billy’s that leave his mouth as he eats out his sweetheart.

Steve’s hand is in his hair again, trembling from pleasure as he rocks his hips down, gripping and pulling as he gasps and moans, “I’m gonna—Billy, I’m—”

He licks his omega through his orgasm, as he always does — as any respectful alpha should. He can feel Steve tense, his chirping so soft as he goes a little limp, totally spent.

Billy fucking slurps the slick on his tongue, because he knows it makes Steve’s nose scrunch like the princess he is, and surfaces to look his fill.

Steve’s catching his breath, his hands still gripping his thighs, his stomach covered in cum with his cock untouched.

That feeling washes over Billy again. It starts low, at the bottom of his spine, and it crawls up and up and up until all he can think is mine, all mine.

Steve must see the look in his eye or smell it on him, because he tilts his head, baring his neck.

Billy’s immediately there, smearing the slick on his mouth across Steve’s scent glands, breathing in deep and growling in delight.

Honeysuckles and something sharp, citrus. Orange juice.

“Need you,” Billy groans, moving his mouth up to nip at Steve’s jaw, kissing across it and up to his chin, “Been so good, Stevie, hm?”

“Kiss me,” Steve whispers, so desperate for it, ducking his chin and finding Billy’s mouth, licking the slick from his tongue with a trembling whimper.

Steve always gets like this after he’s cum. So clingy. Needs Billy to kiss him or he’ll fucking die.

Which is kinda sweet.

Billy sucks on his omega’s tongue before pulling away, shushing the whined protests he immediately receives as he opens his jeans and pushes them down, grabbing the base of his cock and sliding the tip through the mess of slick and spit at Steve’s hole before finding his lips again.

He pushes his tongue into Steve’s mouth just as he slides home inside of him, groaning at the familiar wet heat of both.

Steve’s stuffing his hands under Billy’s shirt, fingernails digging into skin as his alpha bottoms out, stuffing him full until his knot teases at his rim.

“Want it,” Steve pants into his mouth, his brows furrowed as he begs, “Please.”

“It’s all yours, baby,” Billy groans as he pulls his hips back, his eyes rolling a little at the way Steve’s body clutches at him, doesn’t want him to move, just wants his fat knot and nothing else.

He begins to move again, lets Steve seal their mouths together again as he fucks him, one hand pushing a thigh back while the other steadies himself, feeling the car rock and shake as the music gently plays over the filthy sound of their bodies meeting.

The air is thick and hot and Billy never wants to stop. He wants this forever.

He feels Steve tense under him again, notices how sloppy his kisses become, his nails scratching lines down Billy’s back as his moans get higher.

No fucking way.

“You gonna cum again?” Billy grins, presses his mouth to Steve’s ear again when his boyfriend turns his head, “Feels that good, huh, princess?”

“Shut up,” Steve whines, his voice soft and small and so telling.

“You don’t gotta pretend,” he can’t help it, he loves teasing Steve, “We both know you love it — you’ve cum on my knot enough times to prove it.”

Steve fixes him with the weakest and cutest little glare, but it wavers as Billy ruts his hips deep, presses his knot against Steve’s rim again, like a promise.

“You want it?” Billy growls low, pressing his face against Steve’s neck, licking over his scent again.

“Please,” Steve sobs, so close now, teetering on the edge, “Billy, please.”

He feels his balls draw up at the sobbed little begging and ruts his hips again, pushing his knot inside and locking them into place just as he bites down on Steve’s neck hard.

Steve cums with a cry, spilling between them again as Billy tastes copper. Not a lot, nothing like the first time he’d claimed Steve, but the taste of it woven with the scent of his omega finally soothes that need inside him.

Mine, all mine.

He relaxes with a soft huff, licks over the bite affectionately, nuzzling at it with the tip of his nose as Steve chirps happily.

Lifting his head, Billy spots the happy and soft little smile on Steve’s face, and watches him chirp again, their gazes held.

Billy rumbles, nearly purrs, and Steve’s smile grows.

“Yeah, yeah,” Billy smirks, “So happy on your knot.”

Steve shrugs with a matching little smirk, like the cat who got the cream, and Billy loves him.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #omegaverse #lemon #i didn’t mean for this to be so long but it had to be done!!#i hope you like it Saf!! 🤍

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ickypuppi3 · 2 days

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something so incredibly domestic to me about billy and steve just going on a walk together

steve turning up at the hargrove’s during winter break while neil and susan are at work and max is at the arcade. steve knows billy is at home because they talk now. they’re friends. sort of. so steve knocks on the door. rings the bell twice. tells billy to c’mon because he wants to go for a walk.

and billy’s just staring at steve like he’s lost his mind. ‘cause billy plays basketball, sure. billy lifts weights. billy swims. billy surfs. or did at least did. billy does, like, everything but billy doesn’t do wintery walks.

tells steve exactly that.

steve doesn’t take no for an answer, though. billy tells him he doesn’t have a winter coat and steve holds up the extra one he’s got in this big bag beside him and- billy doesn’t know how he didn’t notice it before. totally wasn’t too distracted by the way steve’s talking, face lit up and cheeks flushed from the cold.

billy comes up with a few more excuses but steve’s stubborn. billy knows from experience so he gives in. lets steve wrap him up in this huge coat, bitching and swearing the entire time. tells steve he’s gonna freeze his balls off and it’s gonna be all steve’s fault.

they leave eventually, though. steve grinning at billy the entire time, stupid dopey look on his face and billy trying to look at the trees instead. at the leaves. at literally everything except steve.

but steve’s looking at him. keeps sneaking glances because he’s got billy hargrove beside him, nose pink and eyes wide as he looks up at a flock of birds that just scattered. because billy’s got a hat on, pulled down to his eyebrows and a scarf that he’s pretty much buried the lower half of his face in.

because billy’s, like, cute. or whatever.

so they walk. and they talk. leaves crunching and birds chirping. sun flitting in through the trees. maybe billy lights steve’s cigarette, maybe they carve their names somewhere, maybe they kiss about it .. who knows !

#the possibilities are endless #harringrove #billy hargrove #inspired by the walk i just went on i love a walk #baby the birds were singing the air was crisp the nature was beautiful #maybe life’s alright sometimes #my words

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half-oz-eddie · 3 days

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“I didn’t know you had a kid, Harrington.” Billy’s voice surprised Steve.

“Shh. I finally got him to calm down.” Steve loudly whispered. “And he's not my kid. I heard him crying, so I came in.”

Billy wrinkled his nose in bewilderment. “Who the hell brought a baby to a house party?”

“I dunno. I came upstairs to go to the bathroom and heard a baby crying. He was in here all alone with a full diaper so I changed him.”

The baby began fussing and wailing as Steve tried to calm him down.

“My mom used to babysit a lot for our neighbor when I was a kid. Give him here.”

“Uh…okay.” Steve handed the baby over.

“Hey. Hey little guy.” Billy cooed. “What’s the matter, huh? You miss your mama?”

The baby’s face contorted in agony.

Steve watched Billy in utter disbelief. He didn’t think a soft side of Billy actually existed.

“Pass me that little blanket.”

Steve tossed the blanket to Billy, and he draped it over his shoulder.

He held the baby over his shoulder, gently burping him.

The baby let out a loud burp and spit up slightly.

“See? Now he’s calm and quiet.” Billy looked at the content infant. “Aren’t you, little guy? Yeah, you’re so happy now.”

The baby began to smile.

“He’s so young. He can’t be more than 5 months old.”

“I dunno who brought him or why they left him on the bed all by himself.”

“Yeah they laid him down after he ate and that’s why he had all that gas.”

“Shit. I wouldn’t have known what to do.”

“Good thing I was here, right?” Billy cheekily smiled.

Steve shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.” He forced himself to admit.

“We gotta find his mom.” Billy glanced down at the baby. “He’s hungry.”

“How do you know?”

“Look at’im. He’s trying to eat his hands.”

Steve noticed the diaper bag on the bed and rummaged through it. “There’s this…Similac…ready to feed bottle. So we can just like…give it to him?”

Billy nodded. “Should be fine.”

After feeding the baby, the pair decided to go around the party searching for the baby’s mother.

There was no ID in the diaper bag, nothing to identify the baby by name, not a damn thing.

They asked every girl they came across within an entire hour if the baby was theirs, each one declined until they found themselves right back where they started.

“So you mean to tell me some dumb bitch dropped off her baby at a random person’s party and disappeared?” Billy questioned.

“Hey, hey don’t curse in front of the baby.”

“Why? He doesn’t understand what I’m saying.” Billy lifted the baby, smiling as the baby smiled back. “Right, little guy? Your mommy’s a dumb bitch isn’t she? Yes she is, yes she—“

“Knock it off.” Steve demanded.

“You’re no fun, Harrington.” Billy scoffed.

“We should bring the baby to the police station.”

“How many drinks did you have? I’m too buzzed to drive with a baby.”

“Shit. Me too.”

“How far is the station?”

“About 15 minutes by foot.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to walk.”

Steve let out a sigh. “I’ll gather the baby’s things. You put his little jacket and hat on him.”

“Sure thing.”

The three boys left the party and started walking to the police station in the dark.

“Not what I expected to be doing with my time.” Billy mumbled. “This kinda sucks. For the baby, at least.”

“Yeah. It does. Poor kid. Can’t believe someone just abandoned him there.”

“Anybody could’ve fuckin’ stolen him.”

“Right!” Steve agreed. “Luckily it was us that found him and not some creep.”

“Damn right.”

A silence fell upon them as they continued walking. The night air was good for the baby, who slept securely in Billy’s arms.

“What time is it?” Billy asked.

“Almost midnight.”

“Got a curfew?”

“No. You?”

“Broke curfew an hour ago.”

“Hey—but—it’s for a good cause.”

“I don’t care about curfew anyway. He’s gonna hit me whether I come home on time or not.”

“What? Who? Your old man?” Steve asked, almost sounding worried. Or maybe he was being nosy, Billy assumed.

Billy refused to answer. He shook his head and sighed softly. “Just forget it. I’m still buzzed. Guess the alcohol’s got me running my mouth too much.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

Billy still refused to elaborate and the rest of their walk was eerily silent.

They were relieved when they finally reached the police station. Billy couldn’t believe he was actually happy to see the police, but the awkward tension was too thick to even cut through with a chainsaw.

Fortunately, Chief Hopper was working the night shift. Steve felt comfortable approaching him immediately and explained the full story to him.

Jim took the baby into his arms, sighing disappointedly. “So the kid was just abandoned, huh? That’s a shame.”

“It is.”

“Good thing you guys were looking out for him.” Jim smiled. “Go on home, boys. If anything happens, I’ll follow up with you tomorrow.”

“I—that’s it?“ Billy wondered.

“That’s it.” Jim confirmed. “We’ll try to find the kid’s mother.”

“What if you don’t find her?” Billy asked worriedly.

“We’ll make sure the baby’s safe. You have my word. Now go on, kid. Go home. I’ve got it from here.” Jim promised.

“C’mon.” Steve gently persuaded Billy to follow him out.

The walk back to the party to get their cars was twice as tense as before. Billy walked with his shoulders tense and his fists clenched. He was obviously pissed off and worried about that baby.

Admittedly, Steve was quite concerned as well.

“Hey, man, we did everything we could.” Steve said, trying to offer Billy a bit of comfort.

“I just wish we could’ve done more.” Billy admitted, loosening up his shoulders.

Steve smiled a bit. It was comforting to know that underneath it all, Billy had a pretty big heart. “You’re a decent guy, Hargrove.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Billy responded with a smirk.

The uncomfortable tension between them was gone, and perhaps the rivalry as well. Steve was tired of running into Billy at parties and it felt like Billy would take a swing at him any moment.

The two got in their cars, not bothering to say goodbye to one another, because they both silently agreed saying anything more after their last words would feel weird.

Steve pulled off first with Billy trailing behind until he took a left turn, disappearing from Steve’s rear view mirror.

He figured that was the end of that, and hopefully things wouldn’t be so awkward between them the next time they saw each other.

The following morning, there was a loud knock on the Hargrove-Mayfield house door.

“How can I help you, Chief?” Neil greeted at the door.

“I’m looking for your son, Billy. Is he home?”

Neil’s pleasant face contorted with anger. “Something the matter?”

“I need him to come down to the station and answer a few questions.”

“Hey chief.” Billy appeared before them. “Did you find her?”

“That’s why I’m here. Could you come down to the station? Steve’s already in the car.”

“Ha-hang on now.” Neil interrupted. “What’s this all about? Is Billy in some sort of trouble?”

“Quite the opposite.”

“I—just don’t think my son should be at the police station without his father present. He’s—“

“He’s 18. He doesn’t need you there. I’m sure he wasn’t gonna mention the bruises around his neck. Those weren’t there when I saw him last night. I’ll be sure to talk to him about them, though.” He informed Neil with a cold glare, leading Billy out to his car.

“I’m fine, chief.” Billy attempted to reassure.

“Are you?” He skeptically questioned, opening the door and gesturing for Billy to get in the car next to Steve.

He sighed and joined Steve in the back seat.

“Pringles?” Steve offered.

Billy silently accepted, glaring up at Steve who looked away pointedly.

Great. Now 2 people had seen his bruises, and one of them was a cop. This felt like a recipe for disaster.

When they arrived at the police station, they were shown a photo.

“We managed to identity the baby’s mother using a business card with a personal contact’s information on it. Do you recognize this woman?”

“I do. I remember fucking asking her about the baby and she got really weird. I thought she was high or just hated kids.” Billy replied.

“We have her in custody and her family took the baby in.”

“How long is she going to prison?” Steve asked.

“She could do four years, she could do no time and just be forced to take parenting classes.”

“What? Are you fucking s—Are you fucking serious? She just throws her kid away and doesn’t even have to face any consequences? Who’s to say she won’t do it again? That’s bullshit!” Billy exclaimed.

“Hey, calm down, man.” Steve attempted to offer come comfort. “You did everything you could for that baby. His mother has to live with her mistakes.”

“And what if she doesn’t care? What if she feels like she was better off without that baby and didn’t care what happened to him?”

Steve fell silent. This felt extremely personal. Steve worried that maybe Billy was projecting throughout this entire ordeal, and that’s why he was so eager to help and got so angry about it.

Jim closed his office door and offered Billy some coffee.

“I need you to relax, kid.” Jim said sternly. “I’d hate to have to charge you with disorderly conduct.”

“You’d seriously do that? C’mon Hop!” Steve fiercely defended Billy.

“I don’t want to. That’s why I want him to relax. I can tell you’ve had a long 24 hours. You drank a little too much, found an abandoned baby, your father got violent with you, and now you learn you were face to face with the kid’s mother and she lied to you. I understand.”

Billy refused to meet Jim’s eyes.

“I also know Susan’s not your mom. Where’s your mom, Billy?”

Billy shrugged. “I dunno.” He mumbled.

“I see.”

Steve could feel his heart snap. He had no idea Billy was dealing with so much, but it explained everything. It explained his anger, his shitty attitude and it definitely explained last night. He felt like he learned so much about Billy so quickly.

“Hey, Chief? Is there anything else you need from us? Or can I walk Billy out?”

Jim asked them a few brief questions and sent them on their way.

They stood in front of the police station and Billy lit a cigarette.

“You wanna go grab food?” Steve offered. “I’m really hungry.”

“You paying? I didn’t grab any money.”

“Yeah, c’mon. The diner’s nearby.”

They sat in the diner and ordered some burgers. They made it halfway through their meal in somewhat amicable silence.

“You should’ve let Hop help you. You could’ve pressed charges against your dad and—“

“And what? Go where? I’d be homeless, break up a marriage, and still have to go through a trial and be dragged through the mud. Only for a 50% chance of my dad even going to jail. And if he’s not guilty. I’ll be worse off than I was before.”

“You’re right. I’m…sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“Because I—I’m stupid. I’m always trying to be there for someone and I’m always too much.”

“At least when you’re too much, people still want you around.”

“Sometimes.”

Billy scoffed. “Cut the shit, Harrington. Everyone likes you. Everyone wants you around.”

“People like you too, Billy.”

“Not in a way that matters.”

Steve’s heart continuously ached for Billy.

“Well. I really like you, Billy. You showed me what an amazing guy you are last night. I-I want us to be friends.”

He skeptically raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Let me be here for you. For anything you need. You can knock on my door anytime. Call me up if you wanna talk or just play some basketball.”

“I guess. And…you can do the same, or whatever. Like…call me to play basketball or drink beer.”

Steve smiled. “I’m glad we’re friends.”

“You’re sappy. Shut up.”

“Are you blushing, Billy?” Steve tried to search for Billy’s eyes as he constantly looked away.

“No. Stop lookin’ at me.”

Billy wasn’t blushing. His face was flushed from trying to fight back tears. Steve caught a glimpse as one rolled down Billy’s cheek.

“Let’s get outta here.”

They found a quiet place in the woods beneath a tree and shared a cigarette.

“Why were you crying?” Steve asked.

“I wasn’t.”

“I saw you, Billy. It’s okay. Tell me what you were thinking.”

“Why’s it matter?”

“I thought we said we were friends.”

“Is this something friends do? Cry around each other?” Billy sneered. “Like some therapy session?”

“It’s something I do. If we’re friends, you can tell me anything.”

Billy sighed, flicking the cigarette butt. “Last night was really fucked up. When I found out that baby was all alone without his mom, I couldn’t stop thinking about how scared I was when my mom left me. And how…she didn’t want me either. And I don’t even know what I did wrong.” His lip trembled. “What did I do wrong?”

Steve gently pulled Billy into his arms, letting him sob into his shoulder. “It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Billy glanced up at Steve with his red, glossy eyes, and for some reason, he kissed him.

The kiss was soft and gentle and not foreign to either of them, but Billy pulled away suddenly, apologizing and trying to jump out of Steve’s arms.

Steve refused to let him go.

“It’s fine. I kissed you back.”

“You make everything sound fine!” Billy shouted, gently nudging him away. “You make everything feel like it’s—it’s gonna be okay and I can just—be like this with you. Why are you doing that?!”

“Because I like you. And everything can be okay with me. If that makes you feel happy. If you want me to.”

Billy hesitated before lying back down on Steve’s shoulder, melting into the safety of his welcoming warmth.

“Don’t you care about other people seeing us together? Like—like this?”

“No. We’re the coolest guys in Hawkins. And if someone said something, you’d probably pick a fight with them.”

Billy laughed, finally, for the first time since yesterday. “I probably would.” He sighed. “How the hell did this happen?”

“I dunno. I guess…a really fucked up situation brought us together and we just…clicked.”

“I didn’t know you liked guys.”

“I didn’t know you liked guys either.”

“I wanna keep learning about you, if...that’s cool.” Billy's voice was soft and bashful as he spoke.

“Yeah.” Steve squeezed him a little tighter. “It’s very cool.”

There was a calm, amicable silence between them.

“Been a crazy 24 hours huh?”

“Yeah.” Steve sighed. “Wanna go to my place and sleep this off?”

Billy nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

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