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We acknowledge both the harm Billy caused and his status as a victim here.
I love Gareth, and also condemn his actor’s actions. (And let’s be real, Gareth would kick Gwydion’s ass for it.)
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the fact that neil was able to marry susan means either:
he and billys mom were never married
he and billys mom actively went through a divorce. and she still did not see her kid
she died after leaving
BUT THEN ALSO
neil just up and left susan. which means a divorce happened... or they were never married. but susans last name is officially hargrove so they must have.
i dont think the duffers understand how marriage works. when did the one get divorced cuz i have questions lmfao
I’m confused as to why you’re confused. Neil and Billy’s mom probably got divorced. She wouldn’t take her son when leaving him and broke every promise to come back for him, so why is it strange she didn’t see him during divorce proceedings? You don’t even have to see your about-to-be-ex-spouse during divorce proceedings.
Neil left Susan, but that doesn’t necessarily mean a divorce happened. You can just walk out, and then you’re separated. Or he could’ve left and mailed Susan divorce papers, which she only had to sign and return.
Divorce isn’t a complicated or drawn-out process unless one party wants to contest the divorce, or there’s property to split, or there’s a dispute over child custody. For the first marriage, Billy’s mother left first and Neil thought she was cheating on him so it’s believable he wouldn’t want her back, the Hargroves are portrayed as being lower class, and clearly Billy’s mother didn’t want to take Billy. For the second, Neil is the one who left and Max says he had become abusive to Susan so she likely didn’t contest the divorce, the Mayfields are even lower-class than the Mayfield-Hargroves were so there likely wasn’t property to fight over, and Neil had no legal rights to his stepdaughter even if he wanted custody of her (which I very much doubt he did), so that’s another mail-order divorce.
Fox! He’s not completely deaf but his congenital hearing loss is progressive and he’ll likely be fully non-hearing by his 30s. Right now he wears hearing aids on both ears, and uses ASL to communicate when he’s not wearing them.
billy tries to hide that he’s sick because he considers even having a cold, a weakness. but once you find out and start taking care of him… he turns into a big baby.
You figured this fun fact out the first time you gave him a handjob when you two started dating. You were only trying to gather the precum leaking from the tip for more lubrication.
All it took was gliding your thumb back and forth over the slit of him.
And that’s when it started- the whimpering.
No man had ever whimpered for you before, and there was something so fucking hot about it. You’d watch him throw his head back into the pillows, only for him to look down again, watching the way your hand moved on his cock.
Turning to face you again, your lips collided into a hot and wet kiss. Only breaking apart to feel his heavy breathing on your lips. You kiss your way down his neck while moving your hand from the tip back to his shaft, leaning down to softly kiss his nipple… then giving it a small nibble.
Oh did I forget to mention? Eddie’s nipples are just as sensitive.
You can’t even threaten to twist them when you play fight ‘cause as he has once said, “I will literally cum in my pants.” Just for him to then smirk, “Oh wait— I mean, noooo, don’t pinch or twist my nipples. I hate when that happens. You should totally not do that to me.”
As you kiss back up his chest and neck, you slide your hand up his cock and find how much more pre cum has gathered.
So of course you started rubbing your thumb across the tip of his cock again, just for him to mumble, “I could cum just from this. Seriously. You’re so fucking good.”
You can’t help but giggle as he whimpers and moves his face to the side, trying to hide his face in the pillows.
His legs are twitching so much, you have to swing your thick thigh over his to pin at least one of them down.
He moans out, “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck, it feels so good—!”
You keep moving over his slit, back and forth, until you decide he deserves a break, sliding your hand back down his shaft.
But when he breathes out that sigh of relief, it triggers something in you. You bring your hand right back up his shaft, gliding your thumb over the tip again.
Eddie’s entire body twitches as he lets out the hottest moans and whimpers. You go a little faster, and he manages to choke out, “That was like a second long break- fuck, shit.”
He turns his face towards you, only to be met with your smug grin. “You finding joy in this?”
You giggle, “It’s hot. Hearing you whimper and struggle.”
He bites his bottom lip, fighting off a moan, gritting his teeth, “Fuck you, fuuuuck you.”
You can’t help but smile sweetly and ask, “You want me to stop?”
He doesn’t hesitate, “No, god no, please.. do not stop.”
It goes on for a few more minutes, occasionally moving down his shaft to give him a break, and when you go back to the tip, you hear it,
“Please—“ he gasps, “Please, please.”
You look over at him, kissing his neck, “Please, what?”
He grunts, “Please make me cum.”
You gotta take pity in him, he did ask so nicely, after all.
You move your hand back down his shaft, and lean down over his cock to spit on it. Eddie moans softly as he watches you.
You continue up and down his cock, only swiping at the tip now for extra lubrication from the pre cum. And it only takes a few moments before you feel the base of cock pulsing, his body seizing up,
You watch as his cum shoots out, landing on his lower belly and dripping down your hand. You keep going, slower, and another glide over the tip.
He’s whimpering again, twitching, breath hitching- you finally stop and slowly move your hand off him, licking what dripped on you off your fingers.
He catches his breath before looking over at you, “How are you so much better at this than me?”
You raise a brow, “What?”
“You’re better at giving me a handy, than I am on myself.”
You can’t help but laugh. But one second he’s sprawled across the bed catching his breath, and the next he’s suddenly pushing himself upright, grabbing your wrist before you can even react.
“Hey—”
But he’s already pulling you down beneath him.
Eddie cages you in with his arms braced on either side of your head, knees settling on either side of your thighs as the mattress dips under his weight. His curls fall forward around his face, eyes darker now, the usual teasing glint replaced by something far more fixated.
“You think you’re funny,” he says, voice still rough from everything you just put him through.
Your lips twitch fighting off a smile, “I mean… a little.”
He scoffs, “Oh, I bet you do.”
His hand slides down your hip slowly, fingers curling into the waistband of your lace panties.
“You sit there torturing me for what felt like hours,” he mutters, leaning closer, “looking all proud of yourself.”
You shrug innocently. “You were the one begging.”
Eddie’s mouth drops open in offended disbelief. “Oh, you are unbelievable.”
Before you can respond, he kisses you. The kind of kiss that steals the breath right out of your chest.
When he pulls back, there’s a crooked grin on his face again, but it’s different now. A devious little grin.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Laugh it up while you can.”
His fingers hook into your waistband and with one quick tug, he drags the lace down your legs.
Your breath catches as Eddie shifts, settling between your thighs like he’s exactly where he belongs.
He glances up at you through the mess of his curls, brown eyes bright with mischief and something a little feral.
“Now…”
His hands slide firmly over your thighs, pulling you closer to his face.
“It’s my turn.”
Your hands move into his curls like a reflex, cause the way Eddie looks at you right before he leans in- makes it very clear he plans on making you regret every second you spent teasing him.
