#usawfulfew

[hellfireconcert]

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Eddie had been out the front of Rick's place washing his van, he was in the process of scrubbing at some caked on mud on the bottom of the driver side door when he heard footsteps. He was still a tad jumpy when people approached him without being in his line of sight so he quickly turned his head to see who it was, even though he knew he was safe now, the panic was still there. "Oh hey Jonathan," he said with a smile, but quickly registered the lack of positive emotion on the others' face. His first thought was that maybe Lonnie had hit him, "hey..." he wiped his hands dry on his shirt as he stood up, "what's going on?"

[alwaysthesitter]

“God, you are so perfect.” - from B ofc

Hearing those words from Billy had truly been a game changer. It had been like all time had stopped, and things were moving in ridiculously slow motion. He had to sincerely stop and process what Billy had said, question if it was the fact that he was partially deaf and he was hearing things, because Billy Hargrove was never that vulnerable. His walls were consistently up, even when it came to his feelings with Steve. They had been more open with each other lately, sure, but there always still seemed to be this wall there that the older would never surpass.

Then here Billy was, saying this absolutely sweet thing to him. Either Steve was hearing things, Billy was drunk, or it was a combination of the two. Either way, it caused Steve's heartrate to pick up, his hazel eyes to sparkle a bit, as the smallest timid smile pulled onto his features. "You mean that?" Because no one had ever said that to him. It had been said jokingly, sure. Robin, sitting on the bathroom floor, talking about his perfect hair that Tammy had always admired. Tommy, laughing after their friendship had ended, being sarcastic about 'oh so perfect Steve.'

He had never heard it coming from anyone in a genuine manner. Nancy sure as fuck had never said it, in fact, she spent so much of her time trying to prove he was anything but perfect. His parents never said it, always pushing him to do better and highlighting his flaws rather than where he was going wrong. If it wasn't going to make Billy pull back into his shell, Steve might have even started crying. "You know that isn't possibly true, man." Because Steve couldn't believe it himself.

"I'm full of flaws. I know I have a savior complex and tend to self-sacrifice. I know I'm not the brightest guy in town. I know I can't really throw much of a punch to save my life." A snort at that one. "There's a lot of things that prove I'm far from perfect, you know."

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[rebelliousfamily]

@usawfulfew liked for a heather starter at tina's stupid party

Heather had only really wanted to come to the party so that she could get drunk. She enjoyed going to parties and a Halloween party sounded like it could be a good idea. She was friends with Tina, and she knew that she'd probably just find some random guy to make out with and then pass out. She was dressed up in a tight black cat suit, with cat ears on her head.

She had heard everyone cheering out in the garden and looked over to Billy. A smirk pulled at her lips and she had followed him inside. She managed to push past Tommy, more just pushing him away than anything else as she glanced up towards Billy.

"New keg king huh? And what will you do with such a title?"

[hvbris]

@usawfulfew sent: where do you think you’re going ? (billy@ jane/el) from:  ↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .

El looked away from the door, head tilted at Billy. The whole concept of babysitting was still quite new to her, not to mention the fact that she didn’t believe she needed any supervision. Then again, lately she had the bad habit of forgetting she didn’t have any powers anymore.

“Out,” she replied blankly, “why?” The question was genuine. Joyce had just told her Billy would babysit her while she was at work. How was she supposed to know that involved an interdiction to go out to meet Max at the arcade? 

[wheeling]

@usawfulfew sent: “don’t take this the wrong way, but you aren’t looking too good.” ( jonathan )

All of this could have been avoided -- the high temperature, the sniffles, the lethargy and muscle aches -- if he would've just listened to his mom's advice and not gone out biking in the rain. Listen to your mother, his dad had chimed in uselessly, earning a roll of the eyes from Mike before he went ahead and left anyway to hang out with Will. He'd stayed so late that he just ended up sleeping over, and now here he was, sitting in the Byers home the following morning and feeling like complete and total shit.

Mike groaned as Jonathan pointed it out, his hopes of his illness not being obvious suddenly crushed. Resting his elbows against his knees, he then leaned his forehead against his hands. ❝ Okay, yeah, it was stupid of me to bike over in the cold and rain last night. But just -- just don't say anything to Joyce about this. ❞ It would probably get back to his mom if Joyce knew, and then he'd have to deal with the annoying I told you so from his dad.

[wheelxr]

@usawfulfew said: 'i'm not afraid to die!' [x]

❝ There’s a difference between bravery and stupidity, Jonathan! What the hell were you even thinking, going into this place by yourself? Did you even think about Will, or — god, your mom? ❞

If anyone deserves everlasting, illuminating peace in this world, it’s Joyce Byers. The care she has for her children is a brilliant, effervescent thing, and something Nancy hasn’t ever really known in her life. That kind of love is unconditional — and the thought of that poor woman once again being shrouded by darkness makes Nancy’s head spin.

❝ What was I going to tell them if I didn’t find you? ❞ Of course she’d followed him into the Upside Down, having noticed how off his mood had been. Perhaps she should be guilty for that slight invasion, but his safety had been her only priority. 

❝ God, do you even — fuck, do you not understand? I can’t lose anyone else, Jonathan. It’s my fault Barb is gone, and I can’t — I can't lose you, too. ❞

[pcrfectstorms]

[ @usawfulfew​ gets a stater for billy + max : college edition ]

College was great, for the most part, escaping Neil and her mom was certainly an added bonus, she loved her mom, she really did, but there was part of her still bitter for the years she watched her husband beat the shit out of her step-son without saying a word, guilty by complacency - they were divorced now, thank god, that came her freshman year, she was junior how. Part of her had been a little bitter when her brother left, a couple of years before Max, but glad he was getting out, free from his piece of shit excuse for a father, but she visited, like she promised she would. They kept in touch, on the phone, in visits that didn’t happen as often as Max would have liked, which yeah, she could drive, convincing Susan to let her take the station wagon for a weekend was another story entirely.

She shows up at Billy’s place before he gets off work, drove down later to avoid traffic, road rage was definitely a trait she inherited from her brother. She hadn’t told him she was coming, but she figures he won’t mind.  Ash lets her in, and they make dinner - instant ramen and something that might have once been chicken before Ash damn near cremated the thing.

It’s almost 1am before Billy gets home, and Max greets him with a nod from the couch, “hey shithead, miss me?” she beams dragging herself up to hug him, “stole a beer, Ash said you wouldn’t mind.” not that she cared if he did anyway, eyes darting over to Ash who was now zonked on the couch, “Passed out about an hour ago, shitty host if you ask me - how was work? Would have called first, but you said I was welcome anytime... ” which, evidently, Max took quite literally.

[alwaysthesitter]

[ SHOW ]  for sender to purposefully reveal their scars for receiver to see - Billy duh

He never had thought that they would have gotten here. Maybe a few years ago, back when Steve was still at Hawkins High and they were both on the basketball team. Back then, Billy had liked to showboat, and if reputation were correct then the California male got around just about as often as Steve did, if not more. Ever since the Battle at Starcourt, though, Billy had lost that confident attitude. He appeared more reserved. Less....flaunting himself with a shirt off.

Steve finally understood why.

He sat cross-legged on his bed, sock covered toes tucked under his knees as he waited for what Billy was claiming he had to show him. Steve's response was probably not what the younger was expecting either. There was no gasp of shock, no crinkled nose of disgust. Steve felt the heartbreak, but he hoped it didn't show on his face, because he knew Billy would hate that just as much. Billy Hargrove had always hated pity.

Fingers tightened around his knees so he didn't instinctively reach out and trace a hand over those scars. This was such a vulnerable position for the blonde to be in, the last thing he wanted to do was make a wrong move. Say something stupid, like he normally did, whether he meant to or not. He bit into his lower lip for a second, just thinking, processing. Letting the moment sink in, before -

"Is this what you've been so ashamed of, Billy?" Steve questioned, head tilting like an innocent puppy. "I don't think you should be. I think they're just reminders of how brave you are to have survived everything you've endured."

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