#sad billy

[rainyrenkuguri]

Billy Batson and black Adam sitting on a rooftop in fawcett with ice cream. As they’re eating Billy stops and sets his bowl in his lap he looks up toward the setting sun.

Billy: What did you want to be when you were small

Black Adam: hm?

Billy: you didn’t want to be this I’m sure of that. No child wants to become something like you.

Billy: I wanted to be an archaeologist.

Black Adam:*small laugh* an archaeologist?

Billy: yes! They retire young: Archaeologists.

[ravennatheraven]

Billy x gn reader Death in the Family

In this, all the slashers exist to some extent including Danny as his iteration of Ghostface. I wrote this as a way to distract myself from anxiety so it's not my best work. I hope you enjoy it!

Death in the Family

He hadn’t come out of his room since it happened. (Y/N) was getting worried, they understood that he would need time alone and time to grieve. It had been two weeks though. Two weeks where he had only come out for food. Two weeks where he refused to see his significant other.

Stu’s tragic death had hit Billy harder than he ever thought it would. He had never thought that the wisecracking funny man would leave such a large void in his heart. He sat on his bed holding his dear friends mask. It still had Stu’s blood on it. Memories came flooding back of a victim they thought was dead hitting Stu in the back of the head with a hammer. The sound of his body hitting the ground rang through his head. He saw red in that moment and eviscerated the person. He and (y/n) held a small private funeral with some other slashers in a quiet hidden place. The public couldn’t know that Stu had been one of the Ghostface killers. Stu would’ve loved to know the Haddonfield Shape, Michael Myers came to his funeral. 

 He ouldn’t help but think about if he had been quicker or smarter or something, anything that would’ve kept him alive. He blamed himself. (y/n) knocked on the door hoping that they could come in. “Go Away!” Billy yelled shakily. 

Another week went by and that’s when (y/n) decided to call in reinforcements. They called Danny and Hannibal. They knew very well that Hannibal would help Billy since he was a psychologist and that Danny would maybe be able to convince Billy to go out on a hunt with him for one of his latest victims. Dr. Hannibal walked right into the room and shut the door behind him. 

“Damn really thought THE Hannibal would be a bit more talkative.” Danny said to (y/n). They smiled a little before replying “He’s here to see Billy not you. I don’t think any amount of therapy could help you.” Danny feined hurt at their words.

After about an hour Hannibal walked into the living room with a sullen Billy. Both of the men sat down with Danny and (y/n). (Y/N) moved to sit on Billy’s lap. He quickly pulled them close as if he needed to feel their weight and warmth. “Hey uh Billy wanna join me on a hunt? It might help to feel a victims blood on your hands again!” Danny asked hoping that it’s cheer his friend up and not upset him further. Billy glanced at Dr Lecter before answering. The doctor gave him a slight nod as if giving him some sort of unspoken encouragement.

“I guess I’ll go. But if you pull any stupid shit I’m coming right home.” Billy replied finally, Danny fist pumped the air in victory. 

“First let me have some boyfriend time” (y/n) spoke up. The two guests understood and walked to the kitchen where Danny proceeded to raid the fridge. (Y/N) turned to their partner gently holding his face. “Please don’t hide away again. I know it hurts, I cared deeply about him too but please please come to me more so I can help.” (y/n) pleaded. Billy nodded “I will I promise. I’m sorry for being so distant. You better not die on me too. You die and not even Danny’s stupidity will help.” Billy replied nuzzling into his partners chest. 

Bonus:

Billy was suited up and ready to go on a hunt with Danny. Hannibal had agreed to stay for a few days to continue to help Billy. Danny would later that night decide to stay for a few days because of the free food. 

[dailyhyperfixation]

Could you please make a fluffy one shot of Billy kissing and counting Steve's beauty marks 👀

Thank you for your request!🥰 I hope you like it!

It ended up being a bit more angsty than I thought it would because I can’t help myself. Also I kind of want to write more in this AU so if you want to see more, please send in an ask about the Constellations AU 🥺

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Constellations

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The moonlight shone through the bedroom window creating a soft glow as it landed on the rumpled white sheets. Billy tried to tear his eyes from the angelic glow the light gave to the bare back of a certain Steve Harrington, but his eyes were drawn to the sleeping boy like a magnet.

He wasn’t supposed to be here. He and Steve has been fooling around for the last month or so, but that was it. There was no hand holding, no loving words, and definitely no staying the night. But damn it, Steve had held him close, both of them still sweaty and panting, and looked up at him which those big doe eyes, and Billy knew he was done for before Steve even whispered the word, “stay.”

And Billy hadn’t meant to fall asleep with Steve cradled in his arms, like they were lovers, like it meant something, like Steve actually... but he had. And now he was blinking awake in the small hours before dawn, with Steve sleeping peacefully beside him, and it felt right, like if Billy let himself think about it he might decide that he wants to wake up next Steve Harrington every day for the rest of his life.

But that wasn’t possible. For more reasons then Billy could even begin to list it was impossible, even if he briefly entertained the idea that the slumbering boy beside him felt the same, he quickly snapped himself out of it. Steve clearly tolerated him. Barely. Billy was a means to an end and nothing more, and if that meant he could be close to Steve, even if only physically, he would take it.

But this could only last so long. But in the light of the moon, as Billy’s free hand delicately fluttered across the bare back of the boy he would do anything for, he reasoned that he could let himself live in his delusion, if only for a little while. Just until he crept out of the house into the dark and left Steve peacefully sleeping in his bed, none the wiser.

Each delicate sweep of Billy fingers connected the beauty marks littered across Steve’s back, a mess of constellation for only Billy to know. Slowly, quietly, the blonde sat up on the bed, ready to swing his legs off and go in search of his jeans, lost in the mess of the room hours ago, but once again his eyes were drawn to the ethereal body beside. His eyes were always drawn to Steve. Always.

He leaned over and placed a soft kiss to a beauty mark at the base of Steve’s spine, his long curls brushing that pale skin ever so slightly. Before he could stop himself he slowly began to retrace those perfect constellations he had created with his fingers, lips pressed so softly to every star in the galaxy that was Steve Harrington’s skin.

It was when he was nuzzled into the brunette’s neck, having made his way to the moles and freckles there, that there was a long, slow, deep inhale from above, and looking up he was met with two drowsy deep brown eyes staring back into his pools of blue.

Billy inhale sharply and everything in his body tended as he prepared to jump off the bed and run. Run as far as he could and never speak to Steve Harrington again because he had ruined it. This was not part of their arrangement. This was not something that could be disguised as two teenage boys getting their rocks off in a convenient way, this was clearly not a product of the sexual tension between rivals, this was something more. Something that Billy couldn’t disguise, so all he could do was run.

But then... oh but then a smile spread on Steve’s face and he turned, tangling his legs in the sheets as his arms came up around Billy’s neck, dragging his tense body down to meet his, and pulling him into a kiss much too soft for two people who mean nothing to each other. Who are supposed to mean nothing. But the way that Steve was kissing him now, Billy could fool himself into thinking they meant something. No matter how impossible it is.

“Steve I-“

“Shh... we’ll talk about it in the morning, baby.” Steve whispered as he tucked a golden curl behind Billy’s ear. “Just stay with me, ok?”

“Ok, pretty boy. I’ll stay,” he replied as he curled himself around the other boy.

And he held him as he drifted into a sound sleep. Desperately wanting to believe this could work. Wanting nothing more than to wake up next Steve when daylight broke through the window. He wanted to hear the boy he adored tell him he wasn’t crazy for wanting him.

He wanted. But when that sunlight shown into the room only a few hours later, Steve woke to find that Billy had done what he did best.

He left.

[thebumblebeetumbletree]

Pretty, Ugly

This is for Harringrove. Apologies this took so long, I recently was hired at a hospital so I've been swamped with getting settled in. And of course, to boot, I got a nasty case of writer's block and had absolutely no motivation whatsoever. But I recently found this really awesome prompt that I wanted to try my hand at.

30. "We could...you know, go together if you wanted?"

Steve is actually Seven, a "failed" experiment from the lab that Brenner deemed unworthy of his cause. Steve is taken in by one of Brenner's fellow scientists to keep an eye on him in case of any changes in his ability status.

The lab believes Steve has no powers, but in actuality, Steve's ability is being able to physically see others internal pain as if it was an external one.

For Steve, the pain could be seen as a few scratches, other times it looks as if they've been in a car accident (it varies).

But the first time he saw someone who he couldn't compare an injury to, was a day Steve couldn't forget. Billy was something Steve couldn't forget. 

When the blue camaro with California license plates pulled into Hawkins high school, interrupting the early morning rush of students mingling before classes, Steve got this sudden feeling. It quietly and steadily crept up his spine as he and Nancy watched the passenger door open, a young girl with penny copper hair angrily slamming her way free.

The sensation of his nerves tingling on either side of his spinal column was like the feeling of stepping up to the edge of a cliff. Steve's stomach ached as the Camaro's driver side door slowly opened, as a leg clad in tight apple bottom jeans appeared. As more and more of the mystery student was revealed to the curious eyes of onlookers, the pain in Steve's stomach turned to something he could only compare to the time he once caught a moth with his bare hands. He had held the little bug, feeling its wings pumping frantically in search of an escape route until his mother scolded him for playing with bugs.

As Steve finally got his first glimpse of him, the imaginary moth in his belly fluttered its wings even harder. Steve felt that just looking at the god that lay before his eyes was akin to getting only a glimpse of the sun. Blinding, breathtaking and hot.

But as the young girl, who could only be his sister, skateboarded away, Steve watched as cracks started to form. Blue eyes turned dark, a long fissure faded into view from his curly hairline down over his cheek. Obscuring beautifully sad eyes and sun kissed skin.

And even when Steve met him- met Billy, officially, he didn't hate him. He wasn't jealous of his sudden rise to fame and his own usurp, he was just- sad.

Steve could barely look at Billy without his gaze immediately being dragged to the scars and bruises. They seemed to be a dark cloud that grew the longer he partied, the longer Max flinched at his very presence, the longer he stayed in that house with him.

Steve knew. Everyone knew. But no one saw. 

He did though, Steve saw things that he didn’t understand, things he had long come to accept as the new norm. So, it wasn’t really surprising when Steve finally met Eleven or El, as everyone called her, and she came with a surge of anguish and power that Steve just knew Brenner and his lab of merry men had fueled. 

He wasn’t even surprised when she fixed her gaze to him, a furrowed brow and a tilted head the only acknowledgement she gave him before the chief ushered her out into his idling jeep. 

Steve trembled and gripped his wrist and continued to even long after she and Hopper vanished into the night and it only grew worse as Nancy and the Byers fled their home to an undisclosed location, leaving Steve to watch Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Max. Max, who was Billy’s step-sister and someone Steve knew would only bring trouble. 

They were only left alone for an hour, tops, before Steve heard a rumble and a squeal of tires. He knew who it was before he even side-eyed Max. She sat beside Lucas, pale and shaking as the car grew louder, the music blaring a familiar tune that reminded Steve of sun-kissed skin and apple bottom jeans.

The sound of trouble.

“Stay here and don’t get caught dip shits,” Steve didn’t spare them a second glance as he headed out the door to meet Billy. He should’ve, at least then he could’ve hidden in the house and hoped Billy wasn’t into breaking and entering, before he got the shit beat out of him.

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The next time Steve saw Billy, he was naked from the waist up and sauntering in front of all the mothers at the local pool. Steve himself was far too pale to be out and had decided on a sensible white button-up that used to be his dad’s and was far too big on Steve. He only had a few buttons done and yet it still billowed around him and slipped from one every time he went to flip the page of his magazine. 

He should’ve looked up, it would’ve saved him the embarrassment of ignoring the shadow that fell over him. “Dustin, I’m not rubbing anymore sunblock on your back. Go ask one of the others to do it. Or better yet, ask your goddamn mom before we leave your house next time!” 

In his defense, Steve had been bribed to take all the kids to the pool as a sort of coming home present to Dustin for getting back from science camp. So, it came as a surprise when he heard no whiny retort or Chewie noise and instead heard a scoff that sounded vaguely like a laugh. When he peered over his sunglasses, Steve squinted against the blinding sun and nearly ducked back down against the sight before him.

“I didn’t know you made it a habit to visit the pool, pretty boy.” Billy wasn’t glaring, and Steve was taken aback at the sight of a near glistening Billy Hargrove. “I knew Max was being less of a little shit than usual. Now it explains a lot.”

Steve flushed and prayed he wasn’t implying anything like he had back at the Byers house so many months ago. “I’m just letting their parents catch a break from the brats,” Steve hid a wince behind the guise of flipping another page. He had hoped that brat would’ve come out less fond, but at the knowing look in Billy’s eyes, he knew he would’ve failed if he had even tried. 

"You coming to the party tonight? At Heather's?" Steve startled at the sudden question. He hadn't expected Billy to keep talking to him and honestly expected him to move on to making eyes at Mrs. Wheeler.

"Oh- I'm," Steve was glad the heat of the sun concealed his sudden blush. He'd never stuttered before the fight with Billy or struggled as much for words as he did now. It had nothing to do with the questions or conversation, not completely. The unseen scars from past wounds- verbal and physical- lay before Steve's eyes, a constant reminder to him that Billy was just a human and not a monster. "I wasn't planning on it. I was actually gonna take the kids to the faire."

The fourth of July wasn't until next week, but Steve remembered when he was their age and going a week ahead to watch the rides get set up and see the firefighters test run the fireworks. It wouldn't be anything big, but Steve thought it'd be good way to show El something new and different.

Steve winced as a fissure appeared right above Billy's nipple, cresting up and over his shoulder. "You- we could...you know, go together if you wanted?"

Billy looked surprised, his eyebrows disappearing into his curls, and for a moment, Steve could see the indecision, could practically hear the no on his lips. "I'll see you there pretty boy."

Steve gaped as Billy winked and sauntered away, his sunglasses flicked over his eyes. Steve expected the no since he had seen Billy flirting away with Mrs. Wheeler only moments before. And yet, he felt a pleasant tingle in his belly at the thought of Billy skipping out on a bad decision to hang out with him.

It didn't escape his notice the way the cracks faded away at his offer or the way Billy seemed to brighten at the prospect of being with them. And if he had a strange feeling that he just stopped something, well, Steve was only happy Max had a way to get to the faire grounds.

[diaryofabillybillybobilly]

<3 Billy's Meg.

Billy: *all sly-like* Come here often?

Meg: o.O to the junkyard? nah. Can I leave now?

Billy: :( Go on, then.

[goeshard]

It hurts to care about someone more than they care about themselves.

billy hates to admit how well he knows that feeling. images of red hair flash through his mind as a sad smile curls up at the edges of his lips, catching the sight of the woman he was thinking about across the room, dancing on a table. hand running through his hair to tuck it behind his ears, watching the people of the party. he hated being here, really-- the booze, the drugs, daisy--- it was all too much temptaion. he was just one slip up from ruining it all, he knows cami couldn't take another failure on his part, he knows one slip up would result in the loss of that stability but he had to be here. he was the front man after all.

❝ yeah--- that's a feeling i know too well, man--- all too well.... all you can do though? is just--- try your best. no matter how hard it is, if you try your best, that's all you can do. ❞

a glance over to the other man, sad smile still present, pulling his gaze from daisy across the room. ❝ but sometimes people have to help themselves----- ❞ a truth billy has yet to accept himself. ❝ before they can accept help from anyone else, yanno? it's sometimes just this endless cycle till something happens to change that. ❞

a sip of soda from the bottle in his hand as gaze shifts back to the party, lingering on daisy for a second before turning it to the others. ❝ take me for example, it took the birth of my daughter for me to clean it up--- now look at me, livin' the dream every night with a beautiful daughter and wife at home waiting for my return... it's probably every mans dream you know? ❞

[thefliestpoet]

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