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[billyhargrovestits]

Billy steals from Steve’s plate all the time.

At first it didn’t really bother him. A piece of chicken here and some bites of pasta there - mostly unnoticed cause this was Steve. He was too busy chatting it up with one of the others that were usually at the table with them.

Then he started to reach for his food only to find it pillaged of more than just a couple of pieces of tasty meat. Firmly tucked inside of the blond’s cheek as he chewed. If Steve didn’t know better he would have said that Billy had been doing it on purpose to fuck with him. Just like the good ol’ days.

He was going to bring it up when he had dinner at the Hargrove-Mayfield house for the first - and final - time. There under the guise of being Billy’s project partner (which was not entirely untrue. They should have been figuring out what the hell the paper was going to be about).

It was so frequently quiet that there was nothing to really pay attention to except…well, everything. From the way that no one seemed to start eating their meal until Neil did to the way that Billy’s plate was noticeably less than everyone else’s. Especially his as Neil himself divvied out the food and gave the guest an extra good helping of meatloaf.

Now Steve wasn’t the smartest guy. His grades had been shit his entire life and he always had trouble understanding subtle nuances, even when handed to him on a silver platter.

But as time went on and Steve took bite after bite of meatloaf and kept light conversation going with Max and her mom - it was hard to ignore the fact that Billy had finished his plate already and made no attempts for seconds.

Which - when he thought about it - wasn’t exactly unusual. He had never seen Billy take seconds before. Ever. Something that he attributed to the blond’s vanity before that meal.

What had been unusual though was the fact that Billy hadn’t been stealing off his plate. He even hadn’t made any glances towards it that Steve had identified as the precursor to some food abduction, and even though Steve had “accidentally” bumped his plate a little bit more towards Billy there was nothing more than a cursory glance over before those blue eyes trained back on something in the distance. Way beyond whatever was going on at that dinner table.

Again: Steve wasn’t the smartest guy. Sometimes he needed the metaphorical punch to the face for him to understand those damned nuances that he couldn’t grasp. As he watched Billy sit there - obviously still hungry - that night while he himself politely finished the meal, he felt that punch. Right across his face and more violent than anything that Billy could ever swing.

And Billy had the audacity to act billy-brand-embarrassed after the whole meal. Telling him in hushed tones that he had said that dinner at his place was a bad idea and why couldn’t Steve just listen to him? Like Steve didn’t just witness a perfect study into why his boyfriend’s brain works the way it does.

Steve may be dumb, but he wasn’t a fucking idiot.

Billy steals from Steve’s plate all the time. Steve encourages this by sliding things he knows Billy will like towards his side of the plate and pretends he doesn’t notice them missing.

They’ll talk about it one day. Steve’s sure about it. Until then - as long as Billy eats his fill - he can rest a little easier.

[marcusmonroe22]

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[adriccenerii]

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[marcusmonroe22]

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[billyhargrovestits]

Wayne knew since he was a boy that he was never going to be a parent. He decided that the first time his own left a bruise on his jaw that turned the color of beautyberries and his loving little town instead asked what he did instead of if he was okay. If it was normal - if it was what was expected of him - he wanted no damn part of it and that was fine.

He had his baby brothers birth announced around Christmastime a few years after the move to Hawkins. It didn’t really come as a huge surprise to him at the time, having noticed his mother’s stomach forming a small bump over the last couple of weeks along with a small change of diet that was out of character. He was old enough to know that the small bump was growing into a new responsibility for him. Someone to protect with all his being and honestly?

Wayne had been fucking terrified.

His little brother’s 5th birthday was an absolute nightmare. Yelling, screaming, a few new holes in the wall, a few new bruises littering Wayne’s body - an occurrence that was growing increasingly common then. He had heard the sounds of feet retreating back into their room long before when he knocked at the door and quietly let himself in. Trying hard to ignore the soft sounds of crying that was in the darkened room.

“…Why does he do that to you?”

He had asked then. A simple question that had no answer, so Wayne stayed silent.

Yeah - he was never going to become a parent. Not if he couldn’t answer simple questions like that.

His little brother was 18 the first time he landed himself his big trouble. He had heard about the various grievances he had given Hawkins police over the years from their mother and her calls, but nothing as big as grand theft auto. And of the principles car no less. That was when he stayed with Wayne in little comfy trailer for a while. That was when Wayne tried to give his hand at some advice.

“Hawkins may not be for you….maybe Chicago.”

He moved to Chicago a few months later. Met a girl years down the line of working various odd jobs around the city and everything seemed to be fine. Wayne had met her whenever they tripped down to little Hawkins to visit and she was a nice one. Full of life and with fluffy hair that was so deep a brown that it sometimes looked black. Not to mention her eyes. Wide and so very sincere and capable of every emotion across the spectrum.

When he received a call that they were expecting - Wayne had felt a familiar pang of fear. It was irrational and he knew that. It wasn’t gonna be his kid, everything with going to be fine. They were going to be wonderful parents that was going to raise a wonderful kid. Even if his brother had seemed…off the last few times they visited and talked.

The first time he held Eddie, it was only a few days after he had been born. Wayne took time off work and drove up to Chicago to visit the little guy and the new parents. He looked so small in Wayne’s arms then. Dragging an emotion out of him that he didn’t quite know how to process when he looked up to catch the look in his little brothers eyes. A look of pure fear.

Eddie was two years old when the boy’s mother had passed. Some sort of sickness that they had caught too late and it devastated everyone involved. Wayne included. Some part of him knew then that something snapped within his brother. The love of his life gone, and a toddler asking him what happened to mommy.

Wayne watched as everything deteriorated. His brother falling back into habits that he thought was long-since suppressed and even teaching them into young and rebellious Eddie that was…definitely not being looked after like he should have been. Everything culminating into a night when Ed’s father finally got caught by police, and with charges that were likely going to stick for a long, long time.

Eddie was only 11 when he came to Wayne’s trailer in Hawkins. Head freshly shaved of all the mats that had slowly been forming in hair that was so much like his mothers and with Wayne helping his duffel bag into the cozy room in the back of the trailer.

Wayne didn’t want to become a parent, but if he was going to be one: He was going to be a damn good one. He wasn’t going to scream or yell or hit or teach him bad and he was going to answer all the questions that the boy wanted answers to and he was going to protect him from everything.

—

He failed. He failed. He failed.

As he looked at the necklace in his hands. Turning it over in hands worn by years of hard work.

He failed.

[marcusmonroe22]

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[marcusmonroe22]

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[billyhargrovestits]

Argyle falls in love as frequently and often as there are days in a year. Well - maybe not THAT frequently, but it happens pretty often. From the customer that was rockin’ an absolutely radical cop top to the dude he remembers from his middle school days that surfed the waves like he owned them: he was in love with them all in one way or another. All of them beautiful and so fuckin’ unique despite being of the same species.

But for whatever reason, they left his life.

It doesn’t get him down. He was still in love with them and remembers them fondly and can recount all the little things that made him fall in love in the first place, but they were not physically in his life anymore. Those customers grab their bite and leave after they’ve sated their fill and those surfer boys move cause their dad was a fuckin’ dick. It was all a part of that great narrative that no one will ever understand - that was the beauty of it.

The best problem he could have ever hoped to happen to him was in the form of his new amigo though.

Dude didn’t think too highly of himself and took life way too serious at first. That was the first thing he noticed and set about trying to rectify with genuine friendship (which he apparently desperately needed if the way that Jonathan accepted it like a man dying of thirst was any indicator) and weed. It only took about two weeks before Argyle knew he was in love again and - damn - was it amazing.

Byer’s is pretty after all. Like - way pretty. In a way that makes him look as fragile as it does strong. He’s also talented as hell at pretty much everything he set his mind to, and that included while he was under the influence of some of the best shit that Argyle could get ahold of. He’s also loyal. Insanely goddamn loyal. To his mother, to his brother and sister, to his girlfriend - it’s so hot that sometimes Argyle found himself with a blush to his cheeks and a dopey grin of an idiot in love.

Problems gotta problem though, and Jonathan brought a ton of problems into Argyle’s life that he had never given thought to before. Guns and mind powers and dead bodies were made for movies and stuff, not meant to be something he had to actually give brain power towards and it was scary man. Scary as hell and there was a point where he wanted to leave them all in the desert and climb into his van and just book it back home.

He would have never done that to Jonathan though. No way man. Argyle is ride or die and he prides himself on it. Besides - Jon so far hasn’t left him the way that his other loves have. Even after all the bullshit, the great narrative has kept them together and he was becoming increasingly thankful for it. The little family he found himself in is nice as hell and - while scary - is cozy enough that he wouldn’t mind permanently carving himself a place in it if they would have him.