#max and billy

[cavinginhisfvce]

Billy, having a nerf gun war with the kids, when he's backed into a corner by Max and El, both holding their guns up at him with sinister smirks.

"Any last words, blondie?"

With his hands held up in surrender, Billy sighs, "tell Steve I love him. And he better not remarry!"

Before the words are even fully out, the two girls are pelting him with nerf bullets, cackling at his dramatic display of falling over the couch, a hand clutching his chest.

#billy antis dni #billy hargrove #harringrove #max and billy #max and el #the party #hargrove mayfield siblings #el and max are billys sisters #its canon leave me alone #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove protection squad #steve harrington #dramatic billy hargrove #nerf war #billy 'you arent allowed to find love when i die' hargrove #steve 'id rather eat my own foot' harrington #steve and billy arent even married #billy is just dramatic #my brain doesn't work #so i botched every bit mentioning nerf guns

[toobusybeingdelulu]

Eleven finds a new memory of Max and Billy together at a skatepark while entering Max’s mind

#billy hargrove #stranger things #dacre montgomery #harringrove #Billy and max #max mayfield #stranger things vr game #Sadie sink #max and billy #the way he said that she can’t rely on anyone to do this for her #but he still took the alcool with him in case she got hurt

[themistymountainscold]

max: i need advice

billy: with what?

max: with love.

billy: how the fuck am i gonna be any help with that?

max: well how did you know you were in love with steve?

billy:

billy: i’m in love with steve?

#billy you dumbass #stranger things #incorrect harringrove quotes #stranger things incorrect quotes #incorrect stranger things quotes #incorrect quotes #stranger things max mayfield #stranger things billy hargrove #stranger things steve harrington #harringrove #billy x steve #steve x billy #gay #max and billy #siblings #max mayfield #billy hargrove #steve harrington

[bonniebird]

I’m right behind you, There’s a light there’s a light 

That shines wherever you go, I am my father’s daughter 

Come hell or high water, I am my father’s daughter

#max and billy #billy hargrove #max mayfield #when you're to much like your primary caregiver #siblings #i wanted to add them making the matching frowning face but tumblr wouldn't let me

[maltedmilkks]

friendly reminder that if the party had taken the same measures they did to save will from the mind flayer with billy then max would have never been cursed by vecna and we could’ve had a bad ass brother sister fighting duo in s4 attacking vecna :)

#say it with me now I HATE THE DUFFER BROTHERS! #stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove deserved better #max mayfield #max and billy #billy could’ve been such a badass with Steve and Eddie in the upside down #once again we are robbed by the doo doo bros #stranger things 4 #stranger things 3 #mind flayer #WE COULDVE GOTTEN HARRINGROVE TOO! JUST SAYIN! #harringrove

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

"I'm liking this angle," Steve lilts.

Billy smirks as he shifts, straddling Steve's hips and flattening his palms against his chest.

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm." Steve rubs his lover's outer thighs. "I just love looking at you."

"God, you're such a flirt. It's making me wanna drag you to bed and put a sock on the door."

"Gross," Max interjects.

Steve chuckles when Billy casts a faux glare at his sister.

"If gay shit makes you uncomfortable, you can leave."

"If gay shit made me uncomfortable, I wouldn't have come over," Max retorts. "I reserve my right to get the icks from hearing you talk about sex stuff."

"Oh, does gay sex gross you out, shitbird?"

"Any sex that you have grosses me out." Max glances up from her homework. "No offense, Steve."

"None taken. Your brother's pretty gross."

Steve whines dramatically when Billy smacks him on the chest.

"So much for romance," Billy tuts.

"Aw, c'mon, I'm just teasing."

Billy sits up and crosses his arms. Pouting silently. Steve slides one of his hands up to his partner's waist and rubs softly from side to side.

"Can I have a kiss?" he coos.

His tone has the blond relaxing, leaning down and complying with the request after a moment. Their bodies are flush. Steve would never say it out loud, but the full weight of his partner on top like this feels comparable to being smothered.

In the best possible way.

Steve hums, smoothing his palms up and wrapping his arms around Billy's lower back. When they part, Billy shifts downward so he can rest his head on Steve's chest.

"Am I crushing you?"

"Never."

"Mm, one of these days we're gonna be cuddling like this and you're gonna die in your sleep because you're too polite."

"Just be sure to put that I died doing what I loved on my headstone."

Billy chuckles and Steve spreads a smile.

"C'mon," Billy says.

He shifts off of Steve and lies on his side, opening his arm. Without the pressure, Steve is able to breathe deeper, and he can see a flush of heat cross Billy's expression when he sucks in a quiet breath.

Without protest, Steve rolls over to face his lover, moving into his chest and relishing in the feeling of strong arms wrapping around him.

"Y'know," Billy begins. He pets Steve's hair and noses a kiss on the top of his head. "If I'm seriously too heavy, it won't hurt my feelings if you tell me to get off. I know we joke about it but I really don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"I love it, though," he coos.

"I know. I'm just saying."

"You're a big guy, sure, but I can handle you perfectly fine. I'm not scrawny, y'know."

Steve smooths his hand up and down Billy's back. Nuzzles into his chest and breathes in his scent.

"Okay, okay," Billy chuckles. "I just worry about it sometimes is all."

"I don't."

"No?"

"I really like how it feels when you lie on top of me. Like, yeah, you're heavy, but it's like all of my stress is washed out whenever I’m under you, and I'm finally able to relax."

Billy is quiet for a moment. He presses another kiss to Steve's hair and squeezes him.

"Didn't know you felt like that," he coos.

"I thought if I told you, you'd only hear the part about you being heavy and not wanna do it anymore."

"Mm, we can still snuggle like that. Do I need to start giving you stronger hugs, Stevie?"

Steve sighs, closing his eyes.

"I'd like that."

Almost immediately, Billy wraps him up tighter in his arms and hugs him close, pulling an involuntary sound from Steve's lips.

Rather than say anything, Billy just continues cuddling like that. Keeps Steve pressed against him and smudges kisses on the top of his head. At least, he does for a little while. When he finally relaxes his grip, Steve sucks in another quiet breath and sighs deeply, his entire body going limp.

"That was nice," he hums.

"Better?"

"Mhmm," Steve sighs. "I love you so much, sweet thing."

"I love you too," Billy chuckles.

He pets Steve's hair. It's quiet for a beat until Max drops her pencil on the coffee table and leans back on her hands.

"Sometimes I wish I could just live here," she says.

Steve rolls over and raises his eyebrows.

"You kinda already do."

"No, I mean like all the time." She looks over at the couple and then back at the coffee table. "Being around my parents is exhausting, and they don't ever let Lucas come around because he's a boy. Not to mention that they don't even like each other, not like you guys do."

Billy props himself up on his elbow and dawns a sympathetic expression.

"You know you're welcome to come over anytime, right? And that it's okay to invite Sinclair," he coos.

"Mhm," Steve adds. "Just let us know, and we're fine with picking you guys up and stuff too."

Max nods to herself. Redness quickly overtakes her complexion and Billy and Steve are quick to sit up when she sniffles.

"It's just so different coming over here. Being around you guys when you talk about going on dates and how much you love each other, even your arguments, is making me realize how shitty things are at home."

Billy slides off of the sofa and sits next to his sister on the floor, reaching around her shoulders and pulling her into his chest. She complies almost immediately, buries her face into his shoulder and takes handfuls of his shirt as tears spill down her cheeks.

He shushes her quietly. Rubs her back and squeezes her tighter. After a few moments, her breath evens out, and she sighs.

Steve joins them on the floor and sets a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Do you want me to talk to Susan about it?" Billy asks softly.

Max nods. Squeezing her eyes shut and sniffling. Billy glances at Steve and the brunet offers a smile.

"Of course," he says.

"I'll talk to her about it tomorrow, then." Billy gives Max one last squeeze before he loosens his grip and she leans back to wipe her eyes. "How about you take a break from homework and we go out to eat somewhere? Would that make you feel better, Squirt?"

Max smiles and nods, giggling when Billy playfully nudges her shoulder with his arm as he stands up.

"You do give really good hugs, by the way," she says.

"Can it and go put your shoes on."

She giggles again and gets up as well, padding into her bedroom and sitting on the bed to lace her sneakers up.

Steve leans into his partner's side and smooths his hand over his chest, tilting his face up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"You're such a big sweetheart," he croons.

"Mm, you really don't mind? I know I was asking a lot just to have her live here sometimes, but this is like—"

He's cut off by Steve sealing their lips together. It lasts for a beat, and when they part, Steve is smiling fondly at him.

"I'm more than okay with it. I know you're worried about her, and I don't mind her living here with us at all," Steve says. He pats Billy's chest and smirks. "We're probably gonna have to get her noise-cancelling headphones, though. I can't really imagine you succeeding at being quiet."

"Oh my god, gross," Max groans.

Billy scoffs and nods towards the door.

"Go put your bike in the garage, brat, we'll be out in a second."

Max rolls her eyes and trudges to the front door, leaving it open behind her once she goes outside and Billy tsks as he snatches his keys off the hook.

"Wait, does this mean no more couch sex?"

Max runs back up the steps, swinging into the doorframe with a look of horror on her face.

"What? I am never sitting on that couch ever again!"

"Bike. Garage. Now," Billy hisses.

Steve clasps his hand over his mouth and resists the urge to laugh, especially when their sibling banter continues out on the porch. He simply shakes his head and grabs his coat before following them out the door.

-

This will be added to my things from tumblr series on ao3 here shortly under the title Big Brothers if you’re looking to save it on there <3

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #max mayfield #max and billy #chubby billy hargrove #autistic!steve harrington #he needs that deep compression real bad #fluff fic #I think Billy is a big ol softie and so does everyone else #it’s canon #I wrote it down #my writing #ficlet

[friendsdontlieokay]

Another proof of Steve's motherhood. Look at how everyone is looking at the grandfather clock but Steve is looking at Max all worried and concerned because she had a vision of this exact same thing just the night before, and as normal as it seems to everybody, Steve is worried, because he knows it's not normal to Max.

It hurts me so much cause even though Steve was like a brother figure to max, it's more fanon than canon, that's a discarded potential right there, it'd be much nicer if they actually showed them being siblings clearly, cause Max wanted to be friends with Billy, or more so, wanted to have an older brother who is like an older brother and she regrets that Billy had to go before she even had a chance to get one especially when she believes that Billy still had hope, and you're telling me that she wouldn't count Steve as a brother? Nope, not buying it

#stranger things #steve harrington #max mayfield #billy hargrove #steve and max #max and billy #potential dynamics #babysitter steve #mom steve harrington #stancy #stobin #lumax #elmax #elumax #< target audience

[every-dayiwakeup]

The Nights That Never Die

Part 1 of Hey, Brother

Billy hated arguments. The shouting, the crying, and the objects flung across the room…none of it was new to him. He should’ve been used to the same song and dance by now. After all, it was all he knew.

It was new to Max, though.

Billy often forgot that while this was his normal, it wasn’t hers. So he bites his tongue till it bleeds, and pats the Camaro’s passenger seat as a silent invitation. Words weren’t his strong suit if it wasn’t in the script. Comforting people sure as hell wasn’t something he was good at.

Max wordlessly sits down, staring at her Converses.

God, quiet unnerved him even more than yelling.

A loud crash is heard from inside the house, and he sees a look in Max’s eyes all too familiar. Instead of grabbing her wrist, he awkwardly taps her on the shoulder.

“What?” she demands, red hair whipping him in the face.

“It’s better if you stay in here ‘till things cool down.” I know you might not understand right now, but you’re safer here.

“How do you know?’

He lets out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. Kids and their shitload of questions. Persistent brats. An admirable quality, sure, but it didn’t get you very far with that walrus bastard. Max hadn’t sold out herself to him. She still had a shot. She wasn’t damaged. She wasn’t a Hargrove. Saved by blood, whereas he was damned by it.

Billy sticks his tongue to the roof of his mouth, an oral exercise that usually prolongs the eventual sobfest. “I just know, alright?” Long as I’m here, you’ll never know. I’ll make sure of it.

Another crash, followed by Neil’s deceivably calm tone and the contrast of Susan’s screams sends Max burrowing into Billy’s jacket, the denim muffling her weeping.

He’s not sure what possesses him, maybe the spirit of his mother, but he cups his hands over her ears, and she doesn’t push him away.

“I come home, in the mornin’ light. My mother says, “When you gonna live your life right?” Oh momma dear, you know we’re not the fortunate ones. And girls, they wanna have fun…”

He gets through four Cyndi Lauper songs when the house on Cherry Lane finally shuts the fuck up, and Max snickers, getting snot all over his jacket.

“What’s so funny, Shitbird?”

“You’re a horrible singer.”

He sends her a mock-glare, ruffing her hair. She playfully swats at his hand, giggling.

Almost like… a real brother and sister.

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” he retorts.

“I’m pretty sure there’s ringing in my ears,” she says, collapsing into another fit of giggles.

“Everyone’s a critic. Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

She makes a face. “I thought you were cool.”

“Get in the house, will ya?” he huffs, the corners of his mouth twitching. She thinks I’m cool.

She reaches the front door and looks back, all traces of ease gone. "Are you… coming too?"

Suddenly he's ten years old again and he's watching her car grow smaller.

He could leave, too.

Max still hasn't opened the door. Her posture is stiff and hunched over.

No.

No. I can't.

He's not sure who he is anymore, but he's not his mother. He's not a runner.

He takes a deep breath, and turns his back on temptation.

"Right behind you, Mad Max."

******

"Oh, William... why didn't you run?"

+++++++++

@belovedharringrove

@gracethieved

@harringroveho

@harringrovetrashh

@ouizzyharringrove

@whoringrove

@m0isttoenails

@deedoop

@polaris-ursae

@suspiciouslackofclowns

@justan-0-t-h-3-r

@jaethecreator

@stevewhoreington

@wixterirox

@eddiebillysteve

@emeraldwitches

@suometar

@skyesayshi

@magellan-88

@mrsblackruby

@deathinasmalltown

@bigdumbbambieyes

@dragonflylady77

@dragon1d

@onebrainsel

@cherry-sorry

@cherixsays

@spaceboxkitty

@talesfrom-theupsidedown

@flayedintheusa

@officialjoekeery

@officialbillyhoehargrove

@angelshiba

@namorian

@inchronicpain

@shipworm

@bowiebond

@thatawkwardlittlefangirl

@thatgirlwithasquid

@prettybillycore

@harringrovsonsworld

@atomrose

@fanatics4l

#billy hargrove #max and billy #hargrove mayfield siblings #red writes #my writing #they both deserved so much better #tw implied abuse #neil hargrove

[meowmeowbilly]

I just realized that Max has Billy's (or maybe Billy's mom's) belt (that was in Billy's room on the back of his door) hanging on her doorknob in her new room in the double wide trailer and I'm crying about it

#max #billy #billy hargrove #billy and max #max and billy #max mayfield

[valtoon]

"oh could i be the sky on the fourth of july"

#let's ignore it's 3 am #my silly little edit time #max mayfield #billy hargrove #max and billy #hargrove x mayfield siblings #stranger things season 3 #stranger things #fanart #fanedit

[alice-the-brave]

“I don’t know,” she hums, licking at a stray drop of melted ice cream running down her hand, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it seems like you want to see Steve.”

He pauses, bottle halfway to his lips, still staring down the road. He turns slowly, stares at the side of her head where she’s intent on her ice cream, innocent and unbothered. Pretending she didn’t say something that even just a few months ago would have turned this all ugly. Still might.

            “Good thing you do know better,” he says, voice low and warning.

She frowns at her ice cream, glances up at him, something defiant and stubborn in her eyes.

            “You’re allowed to be friends with him, you know.”

He flinches at the weight of her gaze, at the knowing look in her eyes.

It had been her fault they’d moved. Because Dad hadn’t liked her dad being so close. Hadn’t liked another man having any kind of claim on his wife, or his daughter. But also because Max had always been too smart. Had always seen Billy a little too clearly. She had looked at him, and the people he hung around, the company he kept and had asked questions. Had asked Susan. Susan, who as always, had asked his Dad.

Neil Hargrove hadn’t ever made a habit of asking Billy anything.

            “I don’t need you to tell me what I’m allowed,” He spits, slamming the bottle down on the roof of the car hard enough that she jumps, eyes wide and surprised, as if she’d forgotten what he was like, “You need to learn to mind your fucking business or I swear to God, Max, you’re going to regret it.”

            “You think I don’t?”

That draws him up short.

            “What?”

            “You think I don’t know that half the reason your dad moved us out here was because of what I said?” She aska, crunching the ice cream in her hand into sad, wet crumbs on the gravel. “I didn’t think – I mean. I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know he’d – that he’d do that. Any of it.”

She doesn’t look at him as she says it, turns to frown at the gravel below them, like the dirt can hide the way she looks afraid.

It had been the first time Max had really seen how bad his Dad could be. She’d seen him scold Billy before, seen him threaten things, seen him slap him upside the head or push him around. But until then he’d been careful to never really let her see how bad it could get.

But that night, Max had seen it all. That night, Neil had been so incensed by the very idea of what she had inadvertently implied about his son, that he’d forgotten to pretend to be a decent fucking person.

Billy remembers, vaguely, hearing her crying, hearing her yelling something, and Susan dragging her away. He remembers her face in the waiting room of the hospital, the pale, wide-eyed look she’d given him. The way she flinched away from not only Neil but Susan too.

            “I didn’t think mom would say anything to him about it,” she says, fists clenching in her pasty freckled lap, “I didn’t think she’d let him do it.”

He stares at her for a moment. Tries to think past the rushing of his blood, the immediate anger in his gut.

            “Which part?” He asks, and she turns to him quickly, brow furrowed. “You didn’t think she’d let him do which part?”

            “I didn’t think-” she stalls out, looks away, clenches her sticky hands on her thighs. “I didn’t think she’d let him hurt you like that.”

He stares at her, baffled.

It had never occurred to him that Susan might try to stop him.

She tried to diffuse things, sure, tried to head off arguments before they got past stern words and threats, but Billy had always thought she just wanted to avoid the ordeal of it all. Thought that she was scared of breaking her façade of peace.  

He had never expected her to really step in. He’d only ever wondered at her staunch witness to it all. Her refusal to walk away, even as she stood in the corner like a pale-faced wraith, unmoving unless it was to get Maxine out of the room. 

He'd never expected her to step between Billy and his Dad, never expected her to speak against a single thing that he decided to do. 

Neil Hargrove got what he wanted, always. 

But for the first time it occurs to him what that must have looked like to Max. 

Billy’s Mom was the only good thing he’d ever had in this life. She’d tried to defend him from his Dad, tried to stand against him. She’d bit and spit and screamed and hadn’t let him get away with it, not without a fight.  

She’d been his only defense. Right up until the day she left. 

Max had Susan, who had been her confidant, her safe place. He remembers the way Max used to hide behind her when Neil came around, remembers the way she would tug at her hand and whisper.  

He doesn’t remember when she stopped. 

Can’t pinpoint the day she realized her mother wasn’t safe. That she wouldn’t protect her from Neil, wouldn’t keep her secrets, wouldn’t fight for her. Susan never bit back, she never screamed in defiance. She never shielded Max with her own body, never told a soul what happened behind closed doors. She had thrown away both of their lives and torn Max away from the only people who could have saved her from the prison they all lived in. 

Which is worse, he wonders, staring at her glassy blue eyes, tears all dried up. Which is worse, really, being abandoned and left to the wolves, or being abandoned and having her stick around to watch you die? 

He at least could pretend that his Mom might come back for him, that she was bidding her time, that she hurt as much as he did. When he was small and angry and terrified he could pretend that she had made a mistake, that she hadn’t meant it. 

Max had to stare Susan in the face every day and reckon with her betrayal. She didn’t get to pretend.  

“You never think,” he says, turning away, staring up at the cliffs again. 

The birds are loud here, the forest alive in a way that belies the ominous air it exudes at night. Here, in the sun and the chirping of birds, the rustling trees and animals seem serene. It’s enough to make the midnight gloom of it seem like a dream. Enough to make the memory of Harrington standing in the shadows holding a bat caked in dried blood seem false, imagined. Enough to make the memory of Maxine, trembling and fierce and drowned in the blood of his Father seem like a hallucination. Like the strange, dark dreams he has on fever nights, when the sickness and the broken bones stir dark things in his sleeping mind. Impossible things. Things that make him shake and shiver with fear, with horror. It doesn’t seem possible. Seems like a nightmare. She’s getting sunburnt, sitting there on his car, hair up in a scrunchy, wearing his sunglasses. Her hands are sticky with ice cream. Little girl hands. Like they ought to be. 

“Sorry.” She clenches her hands in her lap, fiddles with the hem of her shorts. 

He stares at her for another moment. Breathes. Thinks. Doesn’t let himself spit and snarl, though the urge to is choking him.  

How many times are they going to do this? Wander in circles, biting and snapping and begging for forgiveness, back and forth, forever. He thinks it might drive him crazy. That they can’t just get past it all, that even though his Dad is gone – even though they aren’t going to have to step on each other just to breathe the clean air anymore – there’s still so much rot between them. He wonders why she bothers. Thinks, maybe, that she won’t leave, no matter how vicious he is, just because she’s just as bad. Just because she’s never known when to drop it. Never thought anything through. 

Mad Max, the daredevil, fearless and headstrong and going nowhere fast. 

“Put on your sunscreen,” he says, instead of any of that, reaching into the passenger seat through the open window and tossing the bottle at her. 

She catches it clumsily and tosses back the bitchiest look a fourteen-year-old can muster. 

“You sound like Steve,” she sneers, not as harsh as she usually might.  

Like she’s still testing the waters. 

He snorts and snatches his sunglasses off her face, slipping them on and leaning back against the car as if he’d never gone tense in the first place. 

“Fine, get burnt for all I care, just don’t bitch at me about it later.” 

She huffs and rolls her eyes, but she opens the tube without a word and he can see the edge of a smile on her face even though he isn’t looking. 

#max mayfield #billy hargrove #stranger things #ficlet #in my ideal world neil dies bloody #in this one i made up max did it #neil hargrove is his own warning #billy hargrove redemption #my writing #stranger things fic #hargrove mayfield siblings #max and billy #harringrove #if you squint #pls dont bully me

[cavinginhisfvce]

'IT'LL ALL WORK OUT'

Disclaimer: I'm honestly not a fan of Susan, but I thought this fic idea was cute!

Paring: Harringrove.

When Neil married Susan, he was against Susan adopting Billy, claiming the boy's real mother couldn't bother to be tasked with raising him, so no one should ever burden themselves with such a thing.

Susan, surprisingly, was firm in wanting to pick up the slack Billy's mother left in her wake, eventually Neil relented, and the adoption process was underway.

It's been four years, and a move to Hawkins, Indiana since Billy legally became Susan's child, something Max was displeased with initially, quickly became a comfort to her when she discovered what Neil did to his son. It had shaken her to her core, and when she relayed the information to her mother, the woman simply pulled her into a hug and murmured, "I know, baby. It'll all work out."

Max didn't know what that meant, or if she should trust her mom. But, she silently nodded, she had no real options here. She had to wait for the future. 

The future as it turns out, was just three months later; Neil had laid into Billy with more fervor than usual, and when Susan made to step in, her husband struck her. 

It hadn't detoured the red-haired woman, she continued her self-appointed task of checking on Billy, who was staring up at her with a look she's never seen on his face, a look no seventeen should ever wear. 

She gave him a small, comforting smile, just as Neil got a fist full of otherwise pristine hair; his freehand raising to strike once more.

The action worked quickly in pulling Billy from his Susan induced trance with a start, his body moving faster than his brain as he lunged at his father, swiftly knocking the man to the ground.

For years, Neil's abuse had only ever been turned towards his son, and in truth he was grateful; because Billy doesn't know what he would do if it was ever Max on the receiving end. She was a child, she was his shitty little sister. Max, who brought him the stupidest (best) hoodies he owns, the fabric softer than any he had previously. Max, who despite hating Billy in the beginning, now comes to his room when she has a nightmare or generally needs comforting from someone other than her mother. She's the only person to hug him since the day his mom took off. 

His sister who despite everything, tries so hard to show Billy someone loves him. She loves him.

Susan had tried to comfort him, but Billy always brushed her off. She never seemed to take it personally for some reason. Maybe because she knew he was afraid of what would happen if Neil even suspected Billy felt safe in their home.

The knowledge that Neil could hurt Susan was always present in Billy's mind, but he often wrote off his concern with a scoff. She knew what she married, she knew what he was like. It was her problem, not his.

However, seeing Neil actually hit Susan had set something off in Billy, because while she may have never defended or stood up for him as she had today; she still made sure he was properly tended to after encounters with his father.

If Neil sent him to bed sans dinner, locking him in his bedroom for however long, she would have Max sneak him a sandwich, Max was always more than happy to take said food. 

The times when Neil kicked Billy out intent on making the boy sleep in his car, Susan always snuck a bag of snacks, blankets, and whatever else, into the bushes by their house for him to grab. Despite always going to Steve's and sleeping in the boy's guestroom on those nights, it still showed she was trying.

If Billy was bed ridden after his father caved his chest in, a few too many times, she would come into his room, soothe his pain with hushed words and gentle touches. Billy was usually too tired and in too much pain to reject her warm hands and kind fingers working through his curls after she'd patched him up.

Seeing Susan cradle her cheek, seeing Max sob at the display, finally gave Billy the nerve to stand up to Neil.

He doesn't really remember much after straddling his father, his fists flying rapidly, their intended destination Neil's face, but he does remember Susan scrambling to call 911. Remembers her soft words of assurance that Neil was down.

He remembers Max's look of relief as their eyes met.

He still feels the phantom hold as Susan tugs him from his place over his dad's limp frame. Can vaguely recall the frightening seconds he thought he killed his father before the man was gasping awake, his eyes widened with fear as they landed on Billy. He was actually afraid of Billy. 

Everything beyond that was a blur, Billy doesn't really know what was said, or done. He just knows Neil was in police custody, something that would've left Billy parentless, if not for Susan having adopted him all those years ago.

Especially since his own mother had taken off when he was barely five, and relinquished her rights as a parent in the same breath she'd divorced his father. 

He always wondered why he wasn't enough. For his mother or Neil.

When Hopper came by to ask if they wanted to press charges, both Billy and Susan agreed easily. It was the most gratifying decision Billy has ever made in regards to his father and the abuse he's endured at his hands for years.

Billy and Steve started officially seeing each other a few weeks after Neil's trial ended. Hopper saw to it that his father was hit with the max sentence for child abuse, and domestic violence. Both Max and Billy would be well into adulthood when Neil gets released, something that made the decision to be with Steve all that sweeter.

He hadn't wanted to come out to Susan, the lingering fear that she would object to her newly seventeen year old son being with a guy was too prevalent. 

Though, technically, he didn't come out to her, she came to him one morning with her hand on her hip and a warm smile on her lips demanding he "bring his 'Pretty Boy' to dinner."

Billy wanted to be upset that she'd found out, but he was far too humiliated that it was his own fault she'd figured it out. Apparently calling Steve 'Pretty Boy' like it was going out of style, was a dead giveaway for the woman.

Much to Billy and Max's (dis)pleasure, Susan and Steve got along easily.

On Billy's eighteenth birthday, Max had barged into his bedroom, shrieking in horror when she was met with an eyeful of her brother and Steve in a slight state of undress, Billy had thrown a pillow in her direction, his voice rough with embarrassment as he shouted, 

"Mom, tell Maxine to fucking knock!" 

Both siblings froze at that, Max had a wide smile on her face, while Billy looked slightly mortified, his words echoing in his ears.

The look morphed into one of pain when Susan slipped into his room, her smile rivaling Max's with how big it was, "That's the first time you've ever called me mom…"

Billy swallowed thickly and nodded his head, though he refused to make eye contact with the woman, even when she was throwing her arms around his bare shoulders in an iron grip hug, "okay, okay, I get it! Can we maybe talk about this shit later, you know, when I'm not trying to get laid on my birthday?" 

Billy wasn't actually going to have sex with Steve with both Max and Susan home, but their presence in the house definitely wasn't going to prevent Steve from watching Billy fall apart beneath him, especially not if the brunet had any say in the matter.

This had Susan reaching out to lightly slap his shoulder, a faux look of exasperation on her features,"maybe next time you or Pretty Boy over there will remember to lock the door, hm?"

With one last smile at Billy, accompanied by a wink, she then ushered Max out the room, Steve almost immediately leaping up to lock the door behind them; his face beet red when their eyes finally met.

"I'm fuckin' moving out." His tone was embarrassed, but there was no heat behind, no real threat to his words. 

He wouldn't leave his sister and his mother for any reason short of them wanting him gone.

#billy antis dni #billy hargrove #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove protection squad #harringrove #steve harrington #max and billy #hargrove mayfield siblings #good parents susan hargrove #i dont actually like susan but ive been toying with this one shot since july or August #never planned to post it tbh #tw neil hargrove #tw child abuse #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove fanfiction #harringrove fic #soft billy hargrove #implied #bottom billy hargrove #tw sex mention #angst with a happy ending #steve loves billy

[toobusybeingdelulu]

forever thinking about the single tear when vecna forced him to say “you have sometimes wished to follow me”

The tear has always been a way for Dacre to show that, even during the possession, Billy was still there somewhere. Now… if the theory according to which Billy and Max’s souls are trapped inside vecna’s mind together is true, it means that Billy couldn’t think about Max wanting to die because of him and his sacrifice without crying, even while being under vecna’s control.

#imagine how he must have felt while saying those things to her #god #billy hargrove #dacre montgomery #harringrove #max mayfield #max and billy #Billy and max

[themistymountainscold]

max, spills her drink: ah shit, billy can you get me a napkin or something?

billy: yeah sure

billy: *goes to steve and rips his shirt off then gives it to max* here you go

max: ...thanks.

#steve is in shock that billy literally just ripped his shirt off #and a little horny- #stranger things #incorrect harringrove quotes #stranger things incorrect quotes #incorrect stranger things quotes #not so incorrect #incorrect quotes #stranger things max mayfield #stranger things billy hargrove #stranger things steve harrington #harringrove #billy x steve #steve x billy #gay #billy and max #max and billy #max mayfield #billy hargrove #steve harrington

[bonniebird]

Ok but season 4 El fits so well with that Billy x Max post you just made!!!

#badtimesiblings

#they're hoppers kids #eleven hopper #max mayfield #max and billy #billy hargrove #You're right but Billy and Max are doomed by Parental fate

[tht0nesimp]

max and billy headcanons

you noticed max when she first came to school but didnt really talk to her or anybody except your close friends until she suddenly started to hang out with you, she showed up to your house with her brother beside her, luckily your parents were out of town

the two were trying to ask you questions but it was more like they were asking questions at you, you just sat on your couch and rubbed you temples

"we can plan this a different tim.." the two had wide eyes and were staring at you and shaking their heads immediately trying to apologize to you, but once again, they apologized at you you got up and stretched "just get out please" the two look at eachother and sigh max gives you her number "we will be back tomorrow then" you sigh and nod aware this will be happening even if you just wanted to chill for the weekend

the two get pretty competitive...

#billy hargove x reader #yandere stranger things #yandere #fandom #xreader #yandere scenarios #yandere male #yandere max #yandere max hargrove #max hargrove #dark!max #dark!billy #headcanons #yandere stranger things headcanons #max and billy #max and billy x reader #CandiesActualFics