#billy interactions

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@alwaysxinxtrouble gets a starter from Billy for Steve

Billy had been certain he'd be dead. Hell, he'd even accepted it, because death was better than an abusive father or being possessed by that creature.

What Billy didn't expect was to wake up in the middle of a place he recognized yet didn't. Is this what hell is? The feeling of dread that washes over him just being in this place?

And his wounds, they're still there, bleeding which means he's not dead. He scrambles to sit up, to tear off strips of his shirt to tie around the various wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding in the four different spots and ensure he remains alive.

It leaves him without a shirt but that's hardly what is on his mind.

He survives here alone for an unknown amount of time. Dodging those weird ass things that remind him of dogs and fighting for his goddamn life.

It takes a few days before he hears it. The sound of a familiar voice, one that he didn't think he'd ever be so happy to hear. "Harrington?" He calls out but there's no response.

It feels far away so he follows the direction the voice is coming from, steps quick yet as silent as they can be because he doesn't want to draw any unwanted attention.

Billy walks for what feels like forever. His wounds throb and his feet or tired but he doesn't stop walking. He doesn't stop because if he does, he might fall over, and he might not survive this place.

Finally, he reaches where Steve's voice was coming from. His house.

Billy makes his way inside with ease and sure enough, there's Steve. He walks in front of him, "Harrington?" Nothing. No response, not even when he waves his hand in front of his face.

"Steve! Hey, asshole!" Nothing. Still nothing.

Frustrated, Billy begins to pace back and forth in a line in front of him before he comes up with an idea. If he can effect something in this house, maybe he'll be able to draw his attention.

He moves over to the light switch in Steve's room, flicking it on and off. At first, it doesn't do anything, Around the third time, it finally does something. The light flickers off once, so he does it again, and again, making the light flicker on and off multiple times.

Finally!

"Harrington!" This time, he yells, as loud as he can to hopefully reach through wherever the fuck this is and to him.

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@thefvrious sent

∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . to billy from eddie

"Fuck. What the hell happened to you?" Eyes quickly scan over the man's form. He's bloody - is he bleeding? Where the hell is he bleeding? More importantly, why the hell had Eddie come seeking his aid?

Shit, it's a good thing he knows how to patch up a wound. He's patched his fair share of his own injuries, after all and so Billy moves closer to wrap one arm around him to guide him inside.

"Where are you hurt?"

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@courtofmuses​ sent ﹟  almost kiss﹕ one  time  sender  &  receiver  almost  kissed . (Steve to Billy)

Tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife, even someone like Billy can recognize that with the two of them inches apart from each other, squeezed into some tiny room because there’s one of those things out there.

After surviving the mindflayer, Billy can sense them which is why he’s dragged Steve into this tiny ass room and now he’s wondering if he should have let the damn thing eat him alive instead because this? This tension? He doesn’t know what to do with it. 

Steve’s so close to him he can feel his breath and then the moron is leaning in closer and Billy swears the guy is trying to kiss him. For a split second, he wonders what it’d be like to feel those lips upon his own, he even inches his head closer, and then he thinks of how he’d absolutely get his ass beat by his father if he ever found out and snaps the fuck out of it.

Hands shove against Steve to push him back as far as he can. “The hell are you doing, Harrington? Get away from me. There’s something out there, god damn it, focus on that.”

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@ahoybats​ sent ‘ you don’t look like you feel good. go home. I can handle everything here. ’ (gimme more Billy lol)

Well isn’t that the damn understatement of the century. He’s black and blue and it’s easy to pass off as a fight that he’d gotten into with some stupid teenagers but the way he bristles at the thought of going home? That’s not so easy to brush off. Nor is the fact that he much rather stay here with Harrington than go home to that bastard. It’s probably better for him if he just goes home to face his father’s wrath and get it over with but he can’t bring himself to do it.

“I don’t want to go home, Harrington. Home’s the last fuckin’ place I want to be.”

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@kiiteiru​ liked for a starter ft Billy for Jay

“The fuck you looking at?” It is all but hissed around the cigarette in his mouth, his eyes DARING the other to say something. “Go the fuck away. Don’t you have something better to do than stand there staring at me?” 

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@courtofmuses​ sent “  i  know  you  weren’t  down  for  forever  and  it’s  fine  .  ” (Harringrove)

“There you go again, putting words in my fuckin’ mouth.” Sure, he had never indicated he wanted anything long term, but he also hadn’t said otherwise. Truth be told, Steve confuses the hell out of him. A fling had been just fine at first but over time, he’s started to feel things for him. 

As much as he hates to admit it, Steve has wormed his way into his heart. He’s kind and treats him differently than anyone else. Like he’s worth being treated with kindness instead of the sharp sting of a fist. 

Sure, Steve doesn’t understand what he’s been through because he doesn’t talk about his dad or the PTSD that came from the mindflayer but he tries to understand and that’s more than Billy can say for anyone in his life.

Too bad he’s stubborn and refuses to admit he actually feels something for Steve. Mostly because he’s not even sure what he feels himself, or even what he wants, but it always irritates the hell out of him when Steve assumes and puts words in his mouth he never said.

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@alwaysthesitter​ sent MORNING AFTER.  for our muses to wake up together the next morning, after having a one night stand. - Billy

Everything from last night is whirlwind of a blur and when Billy wakes up, the first thing he notices is the pounding headache in his head. It throbs like something is stabbing his skull over and over and there is a small groan that leaves him. He’s hungover and the headache is pretty bad but it’s not the worst hangover he’s had so that counts for something.

The next thing Billy notices is this is not his room and this is sure as hell not his bed. It’s more soft than the mattress he has at home, like sleeping on a cloud. His mattress at home is more lumpy than anything (because his dad doesn’t care enough to ensure he has a decent bed.).

For a moment, he wonders what happened last night to put him in someone  else’s bed, it’s probably some drunk induced one night stand which isn’t really an issue with Billy and then it hits him. Pieces of memories of skin against skin, fingers in his hair, among many other things.

Fuck.

Did he and Harrington really...?

Fuck.

His head turns and blue eyes set their sights on the sleeping from of Steve Harrington (or at least he assumes he’s asleep.). There’s an internal panic within Billy because he’s not out, he’s closeted, and the last thing he needs is this getting around and sure as hell doesn’t need it getting back to his dad. He’s not sure if Steve is a big enough asshole to tell people but he’s hoping he can get out of here and that Steve doesn’t remember a thing.

But if he remembers last night, Steve sure as hell does too.

Alright, how hard is it to sneak out, really? Fuck, all the girls he’d been with makes it look easy, he never imagined he’d be on the other end of it. One last glance towards Steve and then his hands gently press against the bed, palms pressing against the soft mattress to push him up to a sitting position and he pauses, glancing over at Steve again, freezing like a deer in headlights to pause and see if the movement woke him up.

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@hellxfireclub sent one muse gives the other oral while they drive. (Steve @ Billy plssss)

They’re going to have a goddamn wreck if Steve keeps this up. It’s not something he expected, for Steve to unbuckle, lean over and fucking blow him. He’s not complaining, because it feels amazing, but it makes it hard to focus. He wants nothing more than to grab Steve’s hair and buck his hips upwards but he has to focus on driving.

“Shit. Harrington. You keep up like that and we’re going to wreck.” Maybe he should pull over but there’s also a thrill of going down the road, next to other cars, and Steve sucking his cock. This man is going to be the death of him.