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What’s up. I’m taking writing requests as well as asks about our favorite boys! Don’t hesitate to reach out!

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pretty boy [condescending, with a bit of gay subtext]

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Steve: have you ever thought about getting married?

Billy: … Steve… we have been married for a year and a half…

Steve: … yeah… but have you?

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Would anyone be interested in rping harringrove with me? I kinda have an idea for a plot. If you’re interested, you can dm me or just interact with this post. I’d prefer to do Steve, but can do Billy.

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Steve: Since when did you like me?!?

Billy: I’ve been calling you “pretty boy” since we met…

Steve: I tHoUgHt YoU wErE mEsSiNg WiTh Me!!!

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Is That Blood?

Billy was waiting at their agreed check in point. Max, Lucas, and Mike were all ambling around in the background, tracking supplies, repairing things, or licking wounds.

He knew Steve and the others still had at least five minutes before their agreed check in time. That, of course, didn’t stop him from worrying that something had happened.

A hand touched his shoulder and he whipped around as a knee jerk reaction. “Woah there, big guy!” Max threw her hands up in surrender and Billy got his breathing back to as under control as he could get it not knowing if Steve was alright. “Hey, he’s fine. He’s still got a bit before he has to be here. If it started getting to be too long, then I give you full permission to panic.”

Billy rolled his eyes and punched her gently on the shoulder. “I don’t need your permission to panic, dipshit.”

Max laughed and punched him back just as the doors burst open.

Billy took notice of one thing immediately.

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

Steve sighed and made straight for Billy, throwing his arms around him as the kids did the same to Will, El, and Dustin.

“It’s not mine. Got caught up outside the library. They didn’t do much harm to us, but I did trip and fall headfirst into a puddle of blood.”

Billy scrunched his face up in disgust as Dustin said, “It was genuinely the funniest thing I’ve seen today. Really takes the tenseness out of a battle.”

The kids launch right into making fun of Steve while Billy pulled a piece of hair that had been matted to his forehead in dried blood. “You promise you’re fine?”

Steve laughed and leaned in to lightly kiss Billy. “I’m fine, babe. Hardly even a scratch.”

Billy rolled his eyes and started pulling in the direction of the nearest shower. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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Midnight

Ever since the Battle of Star Court, Steve absolutely hated not knowing where his people were. He had a radio channel for each of the kids and they were to check in every night by ten at the latest.

After Billy came back, he got even worse. Billy had been subjected to at least three check ins a day. Billy acted like he hated it, but he had once confided in Robin that he thought it was nice having someone who cared.

After Billy and Steve got together, the check ins became less frequent. They were less needed. At least five out of the seven nights a week, Billy was in Steve’s bed, so there was no need. Steve knew where he was.

Which brings us to tonight. Steve had been growing more and more anxious by the hour ever since ten rolled around and Billy still wasn’t home. Because that’s what this was. Billy’s home.

It was nearing midnight and Steve was just about to call Hopper and see if he had heard from Billy when the front door slammed open.

Steve was in the entryway in a heartbeat with his arms wrapped around a soaking Billy.

“It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

Billy staggered a bit before regaining his footing and saying, “There was a situation. Can I please get out of these wet clothes?”

Steve pulls back and let’s Billy go, biting his lip and nodding his head. Billy has made it about seven steps before Steve was on his heels.

“What situation? Why are you soaked? Why didn’t you call?” Steve was practically vibrating in his skin from nerves.

Billy sighed as he reached Steve’s room- their room, really- and started peeling out of his clothes and throwing them in the hamper by the door before hunting down dry ones.

“One of my tires blew. I was about ten miles from town, and I didn’t have a spare on me. We forgot to replace it after the last trip to Cali. It started storming on my way into town, so it was even harder to get the tire on once the guy at the shop got me back to my car. I would’ve called, but by the time I got to the shop, it was only 9. I thought I’d make it back in time.” Billy gave his explanation as he got dressed and made his way to the en suit to grab a towel.

“Oh…” Steve rocked back and forth on his feet, fiddling with his fingers. “Why did it take you so long?”

Billy sighed as he made his way back to Steve, taking his face in his hands. “Hands kept slipping, doll. I’m sorry I took so long. I had no intentions of worrying you.” He place a kiss on Steve’s forehead and pulled back to look him in the eyes.

Steve closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he rested his hands on Billy’s biceps. “It’s fine. I understand. I just worry.” He opens his eyes to meet Billy’s gaze.

“I know Stevie.” Billy pulls Steve into his arms and rocks him in place for a moment. “How about we go to bed and see if we can’t get rid of any of this tension, yeah?”

Steve looks up at Billy from his position with his head on Billy’s shoulder and smirks. “I think that sounds like a perfect deal. Gotta warm you up anyway.”

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I kinda feel like writing tonight... any requests?

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I think I’m gonna write a thing...

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I can feel your heart beat playing on my right side

Harringrove Oneshot

Ever since they got together, Steve hated falling asleep without Billy. He hated falling asleep with him and waking up without him even more.

He was constantly terrified he would wake up and find out it had all been a dream. They never saved Billy. He actually died from the gaping hole in his chest. Steve never actually got to hold. He never got to tell him he understood him. He forgave him.

Billy had gotten used to the fact that Steve needed constant reassurance. He understood why Steve instinctively reached out in his sleep to set his hand on his scarred chest. He understood why, when waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, Steve’s first instinct was to reach out and find Billy’s pulse, counting it until he fell back asleep.

However... his understanding did not seem to be reaching Mother Nature tonight. Billy had been holding his bladder for what seemed like forever now. He knew that if he left and Steve woke, he would have hell to pay.

He lied there until it was absolutely unbearable to hold it any longer. He moved as carefully out of the bed as he could and rushed his way to the ensuit bathroom to Steve’s room. If he went quick enough, Steve would never know he was gone.

He was just finishing and starting to zip up his pants when he heard his name mumbled from the other room.

Shit.

He rushed his way to finishing up as he heard a crash and a much much louder cry of his name.

“Stevie! Stevie, baby.” Billy came rushing to grab Steve who was frantically flying around his room (really their room at this point). Steve tended to injure himself when he panicked like this. Billy was going to do everything in his power to stop it.

“No! Don’t take him! You can’t! I need him!”

“Baby! No one’s taking me! I’m right here!”

“No! You’re not really him! You’re not real!”

“Yes, I am! It’s me, Stevie. It’s me!” Billy took one Steve’s hands and placed it right over the scar on his chest. “You feel that, baby? You feel the scar? You feel the heartbeat underneath?” Steve’s breathing had started to slow, but it was still far from where it needed to be. “I’m here. I’m here, and I’m real, and I’m not leaving. I can’t leave.”

“You can’t leave.” Steve’s voice had calmed but it was still shaking with an occasional sob.

“That’s right, Stevie. I still have to take you to see California.”

“You have to take me to the ocean.”

“That’s right, baby! The ocean!” Billy had gotten Steve calm enough to guide him back to the bed and lay him down. “And we’ll go to Disney, and you’ll get to call here and brag to Robin when it’s snowing here and we’re out surfing in Cali.”

“She’ll be so jealous.”

“Yeah. She will, Stevie.”

They lay there for a bit as Steve comes fully back into his senses before he speaks up. “You weren’t in the bed.”

Billy sighs. “I know, baby. I feel bad, but I really had to piss.” Steve snorts and Billy continues. “I held it as long as I could, and, when I couldn’t any longer, I tried to go fast enough that you wouldn’t even notice. I guess I’m just not fast enough.”

Silence falls on them for a moment again, and, this time, Billy’s almost asleep when Steve says, “I love you.” Billy’s silent for a moment, processing what he’s been told. “I know I don’t say it, and I know it scares you, but I do. I love you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I don’t want to. It’s why I get so scared when you’re not here. I’m terrified I just made this all up, and I’ll never get to experience this.”

Billy sighs and pulls Steve’s head so it’s tucked into his chest. “I’m not going anywhere, pretty boy. I’ve gotta make sure someone’s around to keep you in line.” Billy feels Steve’s smile on his chest. “And for what it’s worth, I love you, too.”

Steve pushes himself closer to Billy and closes his eyes, on the verge of sleep. “Everything, Bill. It’s worth everything.”

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