#fic bite

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Writing Snippets

Izuru likes Rose's hands. His fingers are long, elegant—perfect for that Bb chord he likes so well, for holding a fudē, perhaps even for— "Your signature, Lieutenant?" Izuru blinks. "I'm sorry?" Rose hands him the paper, the fudē. "It requires yours, too."

"Ah, Right."

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Not to say I forget Billy is unable to keep his tongue in check but

He would eat Steve's mouth all day everyday and just like play with Steve's earlobes LIKE A FIDDLE I SAY

A FIDDLE

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a snippet of something, just so i can feel like i've made progress

Steve knows his parents.

He's know the in's and out's of life with them for a long time now.

He's not surprised by anything they do or do not do anymore. He hasn't been surprised by anything they've done or not done in years, and that isn't going to change. At least, not anytime soon.

There was no special dinner waiting for him back home. No orders to go get changed into something nicer so that they could go out and celebrate. There weren’t any flowers or cheesy stuffed animals, not even a card on the counter.

When Steve got home, he got stuck in the car for a moment. The door jammed shut as he tugged on the handle once, twice, three times even. He watched his father sigh and glare at him through the window, somehow managing to find his eyes through the tint. His father opened the door for him and he cleared his throat, muttering “Thanks” though his father had slammed the car door, drowning out his voice.

As Steve walked into the Harrington household, his mother shouted at him to take off his shoes, so he did. He stood in the doorway and watched his parents move about.

His father took off his coat and hung it on the nearby coat rack. He sighed and walked towards the stairs, most likely heading up to his office.

His mother walked into the kitchen. Steve couldn’t see her but he knew what was going to happen. She was going to make her way to the wine cabinet, reach in and grab a random bottle. She was going to take a sip right from the bottle before grabbing a glass, and then she’d pull a chair towards the phone on the wall to sit there and talk. Then, she was going to talk and talk and talk until she went to bed or decided to leave.

As Steve made his way towards his room, he found that the house was nearly still and quiet, aside from the occasional grunt or sigh from down the hall and the squeak of his mother’s laugh from the dining room. His house was still as dead as it always seemed to be, just with a sense of false hope coating the atmosphere within.

It didn’t surprise him. He’s read that loved ones in a coma twitch their fingers every now and then, but it never made them any more alive than when they are lying still as the corpses that they should be.

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One day Billy slaps Steve's ass and Steve is like oh my god Billy grow up. He walks away flipping him off.

But the thing is.

Billy is in class trying to remember what Romeo and Juliet even are because his hand keeps tingling.

It loops in his mind. The swell of Steve's ass his hand the sound it made and the litte hissed Billy.

It eats at him. How Harrington just let him.

He keeps doing it.

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It's insidious how it haunts him. That little action no thinking. Billy's hand just moved and now he's obsessed. He can't stop thinking about it he wants to keep his hand there it's the issue, he wants to squeeze and push Steve against the lockers and just grab a handful with both of his hands and grind on that ass.

And he can't stop looking at it. Steve's ass it is... He wants to do so many things. And the fact that he can watch it after practice doesn't help he didn't before never looked down Steve's trim waist but now but now- god he's hard again.

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So okay, here's the thing... Steve is into whatever Billy is dishing out. But there's a careful balance built into Billy and Steve. That he's not about to break. So sure Billy is into slapping his ass more than is sportmanly allowed or whatever.

And let's not kid ourselves Steve is a bit of a jackass so provoking Billy is a sport he loves to play. So he... you know makes Billy creams his pants. Metaphorically

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Like he wasn't about that life but his hand moved and it just happened. Is what Billy keeps thinking like he didn't track Steve with his eyes at every party. Like he doesn't hound Steve at every match like he doesn't say Steve's name at least a dozen times (he does hang out with Tommy so like Steve is mostly what they talk about)

Billy is not obsessed okay. He can stop any time he wants.

He just has to watch his hand.

It's not that Steve has a big ass or anything. He tries to reason. Maybe it's the way it jiggles or the sweet slim waist or-

Billy definitely has a problem.

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So imagine a post in IG of Billy in Cali with a new beau

and Steve writes a comment like "new friend!" with a smiley face bc he's encouraging and nice.

And all Billy can think is he laughs like you when he reads the comment and all he can do is miss Steve.

And Steve has no idea that Billy ever liked him like that so his plans for the summer are going to California bc he misses his best friend.

And maybe then they'll be ready for something.

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i have a fic idea based on this tumblr post tumblr(.)com/dashboard/blog/spareourworld/186227705339 basically billy takes up painting after it's all gone down, it's recommended by his therapist and it's good for him while he's recovering. and steve always just thinks they're pretty abstract paintings, but then one day he's watching a nature documentary, and it's filmed in california, and he has this moment where he realises 1/2

billy has been painting the sea and the sky. sunrise, sunset, stormy or bright he’s been painting it all. and steve is kind of floored, just sits there with the breath knocked out of him to make way for all the emotion. anyway he makes a plan, he takes billy to california, just for a holiday because he needs to be in hawkins where his physical therapy is being paid for, he drives billy and he gets to see the ocean and the sand and the colours

joyce follows behind them in her car with the kids, and they all get to have a week at the beach, the ocean washing them clean, making them feel whole and normal and happy. and the sun warms billy and will right down to their bones, fills up all the residual cold spaces. billy is ok going back to hawkins because he feels less afraid now, and because he knows steve has seen his whole soul now. and they really really love each other :((((

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Anon don’t be sad! This is GOOD Billy is doing okay *cries*

I feel like Steve would try to be supportive of Billy and his art, and they get a shitty apartment in California (after saving up and mama Harrington dishing out some money for Steve) so Billy can do art school while Steve is selling ice cream (which he sucks at) while doing community college or something.

I want a Billy that tries to clean everything he was (short hair, long sleeves, closed on himself. Cockiness gone) to end up understanding that he was another victim that he was another scared boy (like Will).

Then 5 years pass and we see a tanned long-haired surfer Billy with a lot of tattoos (hiding the scars) but he’s free and he’s home. He still has a lot of issues but he feels like his body is his again.

Steve is in the sand probably being mocked by Robin and her GF for liking pickles with mascarpone ice cream while Billy watches from the water, cleans saltwater from his eyes and hides the wide smile he can’t contain from his surfer buddies.

sorry it took me a YEAR to reply i love u

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Summertime sunscreen

Steve takes a sip of his beer under the shade.

Summer at Cali is a first and so far looking very good. He pulls his sunglasses a bit down and bites his lip.

Steve follows Billy with his gaze. Eyes stopping at the way the red shorts stretch over Billy's bulging thighs. And the way his blond (so curly and blond) hair sticks to his neck with sweat. Brown whiskey eyes walk over all the golden skin and muscles in display, his eyes pause for a second at the gold of his necklace and the ring that accompanies the pendant, trying not to feel giddy and failing. He looks down at his own chain with a similar ring winking back. He feels happy for the first time, happy and free.

Steve plays with the ring and then kisses the warm gold. He looks back at Billy and stops freezing in place at Billy's smile. That smile contends with the sun over who shines brighter. Billy waves at him and Steve blushes, ring falling from his lips.

Then, Veronica (why do all of his friends look like supermodels) talks to Billy stealing his attention. They walk into a game of beach handball, of course.

He pushes his sunglasses back using then like a headband. Billy wags his tongue at somebody and the game starts. Steve scowls. Fun show over it seems. When he gets competitive Billy looks like a crazy person. It's a nice look but Steve is on vacation. He's not going to babysit Billy from fights.

He sighs standing up to move his towel so the sun can hit his skin better. Once he deems it a good place, he turns away and looks at the coast trying and failing to find anything out of place. It's an ingrained action, he does a headcount for each of Billy's friends and then stops to look at the scenery when everyone is accounted for.

Steve doesn't think he's ever seen a sky so blue and water so well, big. His family is more of a ski vacation- his mood sours. He tries to think about something else and when that doesn't work he strips off his Nascar shirt he stole from Billy, ready to drink up some sun.

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Somebody sits close to him and when he looks it's Bills "Hit me!" he says happily. Steve's hand moves fast and hits the ugly skull tattoo on his arm. Billy scowls and amends "with the sunscreen, you moron." he waves his hand holding said sunscreen.

"Hey, a guy has to take his chance." Steve says sitting up and grabbing the bottle.

Done doing his front he motions Billy to turn. "Umm so, can you roll your shorts down... please." Billy says when Steve is putting the sunscreen on his back.

"What?" Steve stops. And looks down at his lap. He rolls the legs a bit because he doesn't like tan lines. His brow furrows.

The back of Billy's neck turns red. "It distracts me from the game."

Steve rolls his eyes. "Whatever. My hands are sticky so, no can do." he lathers Billy down his shoulders and the small of his back. His hands slow and bite with his knuckles into muscle causing Billy to grunt. Steve smiles "oh wow," with a sweet tone. "You're so tense."

Billy grunts. He stands and Steve follows suit with a smile on his lips glad for once, at his win "Ok mister pornstar. No more freebies for the masses." Billy grins and then his warm hands grab the globes of Steve's ass in a firm grip. "Only I get to see these." he unrolls Steve's work making him shiver.

Steve is sure Billy feels the way he swallows. He looks down at Billy's eyes that shine with heat. He grabs Billy's hands detaching them "don't start here."

Billy smirks "why." he says slowly, blue eyes burning into Steve. "My friends don't care. I could-" his index and middle finger slip past the waistband of Steve's shorts. "Slip these inside right now and nobody would bat an eyelash."

"Fuck." Steve breathes out because, fuck.

"Well, Veronica would probably cry I mean she thinks you are really pretty. Not that I can judge her. That can be her birthday present" Billy murmurs real close to Steve's lips.

This is so unfair. Steve wants Billy. Wants him any time anywhere but in front of his friends? Like he can accept people hearing him. People seeing Billy take him apart, that's. He looks at Billy with what he feels is his begging look. He could... Plastered like this on his front, feeling Billy everywhere but especially the trail of warm his digits make. Eyes wide he thinks yes. He could. "Maybe."

Billy stops smiling and his eyes burn with intense desire like he can feel Billy bending him over the towel already. From the intensity. Jesus. Billy turns and Steve follows his gaze. Veronica is looking at them.

"We are going to the car." Billy bites.

Steve's nose crinkles "the car is an oven! I am 100% not having sex there."

Billy looks back at his friends then back to Steve. "I know a place."

Incredulous Steve mutters "you know a place? Like a hookup place?"

Billy nods, thank god.

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I love the idea of Billy all day everyday holding onto dat butt. Can't stop himself.

I don't know man Steve's ass has specific Billy Hargrove magnets.

Steve swears that even when Billy's asleep he'll reach and grab a handfull.

Steve is not mad about it. Loves the attention. It is a smidge annoying when they're in public. And Billy just has to slide his warm palm and massage his ass in front of anyone. Like I'm here babe. Or this is my boyfriend. If a girl is looking at him for too long. Sometimes in his pocket but mostly just there.

Yeah he loves Billy's ass a ton too, but he has this lil thing called decency? Billy hasn't heard of that word.

So, he's not feeling him up out in the street in front of infants. At home he'll cope a feel because Bill's ass is so out of this world. He flaunts it too. The jeans Billy buys are so tight at night he needs help removing them but that's an excuse to get out of his clothes maybe

Any part of Billy that isn't touching the booty is not sticking to the program.

Sometimes Steve gets on the floor to read or watch tv so he can get the cold tile on his belly (since their apartment has a shitty ancient AC that coughs lukewarm air) and sometimes he brings a pillow in the off chance he falls asleep.

Billy finds him and follows him but uses Steve's butt as a pillow. He subconsciously bites it and wakes Steve. Who in turn looks at Billy exasperated. Annoyed for a second before Billy wins him over with his dorky smile.

Alsooooooo Billy in the morning sliding his fingers into the warm and still wet with lube little loose hole. Fingerfucks Steve until he's rocking on his fingers and waking. Hard, dick weeping precome all over their sheets. Then pulling out and squeezing a cheek leaving trails of lube.