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He’s got a dark blue jacket on, collar popped up. Lightwash jeans. When he turns around and glares out over the lot, squinting against the sun, Billy's guts sink into his seat and through the chassis to the pavement, splatting there like dropped ice cream. And then they swim up nauseatingly into his body again. Sweat prickles his neck, his hair stands up. For no good fucking reason at all. He can't say why and he can't tear his eyes away. Looking at Harrington is making his vision dilate, making little spots cross over everything like ash floating over a fire. He's going nuts.
Harrington’s got a black eye.
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19 Aug 2026
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“Where’d you hear it,” Harrington says, finally.
Eddie gestures up. Around in a circle. Then just watches his hand travel in the air, distracted by his own rings. “Thanks man, yeah, that helps so much,” Harrington says, meanly, when the pause stretches on. “Great fucking talking to you.”
“Does it matter where?”
“Kind of why I asked,” Harrington says.
Eddie pushes himself upright.
“Your—young squire,” he says. “Has a lot of—biology homework. Of late.”
“Fuck,” Harrington says.
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25 May 2026
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Billy fell silent, processing what he'd heard. Why was Steve getting all confessional? The words and thoughts in his head refused to form into anything coherent. For a moment, Billy felt like this wasn't really happening. The multi-colored lights from the player, the dim light filtering through the cracks of the closed door, Steve looking at him so openly. How did this even happen? Why was Billy, thousands of miles from home, sitting here staring at a guy he hadn't even known a few months ago?
In short, I really wanted to write a fanfic where Steve cried while intimate with Billy, but it ended up being surrounded by some plot
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30 Apr 2026
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“Make me,” Steve Harrington says, finally turning to look at him, his eyes dark and blank. He’s too drunk to hold a sneer. He finally gets a good look at Billy, though, and Billy sees it when it happens, when Steve recognizes him. Something in his expression crumples, a little, and then he’s on his feet.
Steve Harrington, Billy learns, as his world stays frozen, as the thunder booms, as he hears Rebecca’s worried little shriek from the other end of the bar, still can’t throw a very good punch.
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This is a story where, after everything, Billy Hargrove healed. Steve did not.
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01 Apr 2026
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