https://archiveofourown.org/works/85176036/chapters/224914246
*Kicks open your door, tosses this Harringrove fic at you, and leaves*
Summary:
So here’s the thing, he thinks, splayed out on the floor with unknown drugs making the whole world a red-tinged haze and a handful of terrified, wide-eyed, furious middle-schoolers gazing down at him like he’s a slug that they somehow stepped on.
This? Right here? He lays his head back against the floor, breathing hard and tasting copper. This is rock fucking bottom.
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Billy Hargrove hits rock bottom, but the universe has a pick-axe and the will to dig. When he comes out on the other side, miraculously alive, Steve Harrington is there. Because of course he is.
The weird part is, he stays.















