Billy Is Theee Worst At Confessing His Feelings

One Piece Fan Letter

Me: I don’t really relate to a character too deeply-

These bitches:

*exist*

Have you guys ever thought about a Hot Topic for tots? Imagine little kids and babies dressed in band gear, Disney princess punk shirts and anime accessories.

Right: the unfiltered dress Middle: original tumblr pic Left: filtered snapchat dress Can we be done with this now?

My Harringrove Relay Race Piece!

Word Count: ~700

Pure sfw romantic fluff 💕

@harringrove-relay-race

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Carol got a flat tire and can’t make it in time.

So here Billy and Steve are.

Sat on the floor, ice packs in hand like weapons, the two of them working as a tactical team to keep Heather's brain from overheating. That's not how it works, but Billy’s ocd brain heard that cold helps her feel better after seizures on a hard day, and sort of ran with it.

Their best friend is epileptic, full time under the care of their other best friend. The boys are no medical professionals like Carol, but they’re functioning off of enough practical knowledge to be trusted to keep her safe.

Heather, however, doesn’t like feeling crowded.

Now that she’s responsive and relaxed again, propped up on some pillows, she complains, “Really, I don’t need babysat, you guys.”

Steve instantly backs off. He understands the feeling of overstimulation, comparing in his head the feeling of having a crowd around after a meltdown, blurry forms of faces getting too close.

Billy would. But his instincts are screaming at him to hold it in place. Keep her cool, or something bad will happen. Something he doesn’t even wanna think about.

He swallows his nervousness thickly, “We’ll stay ‘til Carol gets here to help you out.”

“You’ve said that a million times, bub.” Heather smiles softly, understanding, at the same time really trying to get Billy to understand she’s okay.

That makes him sort of sheepish. Embarrassed by the part of himself he always wished he could control. He forces a little smile too, “I’m not bothering you, am I?”

“Of course not, sugar lump. But Steve looks like he’s going to faint. And you look tired.” She gently pushes on his cheek to make him look at Steve, and yeah, he does look worn the hell out. Damn it. He’s spent too much energy caring for everyone else again. Billy would be drowning in guilt, if not for Heather’s reassurances, “I don't feel seizure-y anymore. I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Caught between two sides of his own thinking, Billy starts to chew the inside of his cheek. Not even noticing he’s doing it.

Until Steve interrupts, quiet to show he isn’t mad, just observing, “Bad stim.”

He always carries at least two chew necklaces for that reason. Usually his favorite cloth one, and a rubber one for Billy. The chewies hurt his own teeth, but he wears it anyways, just in case his Billy needs it.

It’s romantic really.

And it is as well when Steve loops it off of his own neck, and places it over Billy’s, giving him an easy fix to the harmful chewing.

Appreciative, Billy kisses the palm of Steve’s hand as he puts it on him,

Watching the moment, Heather snorts a little laugh at them. “You two are so lovey-dovey. It’s disgusting.”

Billy rolls his eyes back, “Aw, you’re just saying that.”

In the short stretch of silence that follows, Steve decides to scoot a little closer and lay his head on Billy’s shoulder. At first, he thinks he might just want some affection, but the action suddenly reminds Billy of something.

“Do you wanna tell her?” He asks Steve, trying to be quiet about it.

She hears anyway. Propping herself up, Heather wiggles her brows, “Ooh, tell me what?”

“Promise not to have another seizure?”

“You know that’s not the way it works.”

“I don’t know… this is pretty big.” Alright, so maybe he’s nervous and stalling for time. So what?

Heather’s voice gets squeaky in frustration, “Just tell me, William!”

The anticipation is too much. Steve declares it himself, tapping his hands excitedly, “We’re getting married!!”

Grocery bags and car keys are dropped to the floor behind them. Carol’s home, and she has Tommy with her.

Billy and Steve will be the first of their friends to get married. It might help that they don’t have college or kids or budding careers in the way, but Billy’s proud of the achievement anyways.

Tommy flashes a signature cheeseburger smile and gives a thumbs up behind Carol, who herself shrieks, “What?! Tell. Me. Everything!!”

Everything including Billy dropping the ring under the couch and losing it, or Steve crying so hard he got the hiccups, and couldn’t eat the cookies Billy baked to celebrate?

He won’t say no, but they’re going to be here for a while.

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Friend: I see him as MCs father figure.

OK? I don't see the issue here. He's still calling him daddy just for a different a reason.

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Killer Stepdad

A Lifetime Movie-esque murder mystery short fic for @fallofneilhargrove

6 months after moving to Hawkins, Susan dies suddenly, and Max is convinced that Neil had something to do with her death. Desperate to investigate the circumstances surrounding her mother's death, Max drags Billy (and eventually Steve) into a dangerous investigation into Neil's recent behaviors.

Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, inspired by lifetime movies, Murder Mystery, Domestic Violence, Sibling Bonding, Nosy teenagers fuck around and find out, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Body Image, Fat Shaming, Steve Harrington Has a Bisexual Awakening, Canon-Typical Violence, Drug Use, Underage Drinking, Child Abuse, Enemies to Friends To Lovers, Eventual Romance

The day of Susan’s funeral, it was pouring. The air was thick and humid and the rain pitter pattered onto the casket. Lucas did his best to hold his umbrella over Max, and Susan’s casket, not caring that his suit was soaking wet. 

Max was sure Susan didn’t know all of these people very well, but it was a small town, and everyone showed their support for Max and Neil.

Poor, grieving Neil who sobbed but not a single tear fell from his eyes. 

Max glared at Neil, then glanced over at Billy who was giving Neil the same dirty look. 

They made eye contact and he nodded his head at her. She nodded back, then turned back to the casket, watching dejectedly as it was lowered into the ground, dragging her further and further away. The memories of her smile, her hugs, her soft little giggles, all buried forever, never to be seen again. 

Neil continued to sob, and Max found it a bit too theatrical. Max did all of her crying at home, and who you are behind closed doors is who you really are. 

Neil didn’t cry once. He didn’t say much at all. In fact, he was constantly out and about, sometimes coming in drunk, and laughing on the phone when he thought no one could hear.

But Max heard, and she didn’t like it at all. 

Neil seemed almost glad that Susan was gone…at least to her. But it wasn’t like she knew much about Neil, except the fact that he was a fucking terrible person. 

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