It’s after they’ve started fucking, but there are still “no feelings” involved. Billy never stays to cuddle, Steve still isn’t reconciled to the idea that he’s anything other than straight– maybe they’ve never even properly kissed. It’s just clashes of teeth and lips, a quick roll in the sheets, doggy style so they don’t have to look in each other’s eyes.

There’re “no feelings” involved, so Steve is a little more than confused when he answers the pebbles being thrown at his window and it’s not Dustin with some Upside Down business or something. It’s Billy fucking Hargrove, and at first he seems like his usual asshole self. But then, Steve– irritable and ignoring the pull in his gut that’s somehow still happy to see the other boy at ass o clock on a school night– goes downstairs and pulls the sliding back door open to say “What the fuck?” And the words die on his lips.

Billy’s been crying. His eyes are red rimmed and glazed over in the bad lighting of the porch lamp. His knuckles are raw and busted open.  

“What the Hell happened?” comes out of his mouth before he can think about it. Billy shrugs.

“It’s fucking freezing out here, Harrington.” He mumbles instead of an answer, and he’s definitely trembling from something other than the cold.

Steve steps to the side like his feet are made of lead, gobsmacked by the sight of Billy Hargrove with his tail between his legs. He shuffles in, rubbing warmth back into his hands, clenching his jaw against the pain.

“Sit down before you fall down– coffee?” Steve collects his thoughts, trying to formulate some type of plan of attack with his sleepy, sluggish brain. Billy doesn’t reply, just grunts, but Steve needs some caffeine to deal with this strange, subdued version of the cocky blonde boy sitting under his kitchen lamp. He makes the coffee and waits for it to percolate, neither of them speaking. 

It should be awkward. Really, it should. But, the calm isn’t tense– it’s almost peaceful. Billy is relieved about something, Steve realizes after his first sip of too-hot coffee, and his chest tightens with some emotion he can’t place. 

Coffee is consumed in silence. Both of them pretend Billy’s hands aren’t shaking until their mugs are empty and Steve is a little more awake. 

“Are we not gonna talk about this then?” he breaks the quiet, sick of listening to the tick of the clock and Billy’s slowly calming breaths. 

The blonde shook his head slowly, and Steve was starting to fidget with nerves just watching the glazed over expression on Billy’s face. 

“Nope.” he popped the p, not meeting Steve’s eyes.

Asking nicely wasn’t going to work here– Steve didn’t know why he ever thought that that would work, and bit the inside of his cheek as he pondered his options here. 

In the end, it wasn’t that hard. 

He stood without ceremony, grabbing the blonde with a hand around his bicep and pulled him out of his kitchen chair. Billy snapped at him and tugged back from his hold, but Steve just gripped him tighter and pulled him up the stairs. If Billy really wanted out, they both knew he was strong enough to get away. But instead he was letting Steve do this, which made his heart clench with some twisted sort of pride. Honored that Billy would trust him to take the reins.

“What the fuck, Harrington?” Billy hissed when they came up to the bathroom, glaring daggers as the brunette sat him down on the rim of the tub. Steve busied himself with the small first aid kit under the sink in lieu of answering “Hey Asshole, I said– Ow fuck, Steve…” 

He pressed the antiseptic doused cotton more gently against Billy’s knuckles, even though he was glaring at him, jaw set and fucking pissed off. 

It wasn’t even at Billy, though. It was at whoever decided to scare him to the point of tears, ripped up his hands. He’d seen the bruises before. At first, Steve had written them off as some stupid fight he’d gotten himself into, God knows that’s something Billy’s good at. But, then something shifted and Steve had thought to ask. 

After that, Billy refused to even talk to him for longer than it took to push him to the ground in basketball. It took a week or two before he showed up back at Steve’s door. Steve didn’t ask again– but it wasn’t because he had missed that douchebag. He hadn’t missed him. 

Steve wasn’t letting go without an answer this time– rage built up and bubbled up his throat as he listened to Billy’s choked off noises of pain. He cleaned every cut and wrapped his knuckles with sure hands before demanding that the blonde take off his shirt and let him see the damage. 

If he had had the presence of mind to think about it, he would have been floored by the fact that Billy actually did it. No bitching or refusing, just a lost look in his teary blue eyes as he gingerly tugged his shirt over his head.

He was bruised to all Hell, and looked so small and young and afraid as he sat on the edge of Steve’s bathtub at 3 in the morning. 

Steve could hardly stand it. He never wanted to let Billy out of his sight again. He was protective. 

He let out a long, measured exhale through his nose and fidgeted with his lip. Billy wasn’t meeting his eyes, and Steve stepped into the other boy’s space without a thought, kneeling between his knees to force his gaze to lock on his. 

“Who did this, Billy?” he didn’t even recognize his own voice, all rough and low. 

He just shook his head, sneering in a half assed way that only made Steve pity him. His eyes were brimmed with tears and he was trembling again. 

“You don’t fucking care, Harrington.” 

“You know I do– why’d you come here if you thought I didn’t?” Steve bit out the words, coming up to cradle the blonde’s face in his hands on instinct. He surprised himself with the words– he did care. Somewhere along the way he’d actually started to fucking care about Billy Hargrove and the bruises and the blood and the fucking tears were just too much to take. 

Billy didn’t move his hands away and he didn’t say a damn thing. He just looked at Steve with these big, tired eyes. Like he was exhausted by all the secrets that he kept. Maybe Steve could understand that.

The air was thick and neither of them knew what to say without sounding sappy or queer. Steve didn’t need to think, though, to know he had to do it. He pressed his lips softly to the other boy’s, so gentle and chaste, not looking to do anything more than comfort. It wasn’t some clash of teeth and tongue on their way to tearing up Steve’s sheets, it was just… love. Something neither of them were even willing to think about, let alone name. 

But Billy kissed him back, matching Steve’s softness but pressing in closer, needing to be close so desperately that he whined behind his teeth. 

Steve shushed him as they separated, but didn’t dare make eye contact when it was through. They rested their foreheads together like a real couple and Steve let his fingers sink into Billy’s curly hair.

“Um… you should stay tonight.” he finally risked breaking the silence. 

“’Kay.” Billy whispered, sounding hoarse. There were wet tracks down his cheeks, then, and Steve was swept back up in the protective need from before. 

It simmered under his skin until they were lying back under the covers of his bed, Billy awkwardly beside him but unwilling to touch. 

“From now on, you always come here when you need me. Okay? D’you hear me?” 

Billy just took his hand and squeezed with one of his bandaged ones. 

Steve pulled him close, and felt the blonde relax into his chest with a tiny, broken noise. He pressed his lips over and over again to the soft skin at the nape of Billy’s neck and let the boy tremble with the force of his tears in the relative privacy of his back to Steve. 

I love this! I feel like billy would wanna fight anyone and everyone who hurt his lil princesses.

As a family - billy would be super over protective. No drinking, going out late or boyfriends till 21 no questions asked. - Steve would roll his eyes and give them 20 bucks and tell them to be safe. - billy would still end up sat on the couch, tense until they got home safe - steve would want alllll the details but wouldn’t ask, just giving that knowing look till they spilled - steve would be done with their shit 99% of the time - would still do literally anything for them though but would pull the whole ‘the shit I do for you’ act - the girls would totally have billy wrapped around their little finger - Billy’s the kind of dad that would just come home with random presents for the kids which would FRUSTRATE steve - inside he would feel all fluttery about how Billy is able to go from not caring about anything to loving him and their family so completely - they’d fight all the time about what’s best for their daughters and would always disagree but steve would always win because Billy’s a huge softie who can’t say no- billy can’t hold a grudge against steve or the girls but steve can hold one for literal WEEKS. “Dad can I have a cookie?” “Do you deserve a cookie after not clearing your plate from the table two weeks ago? Hmm? No billy you can’t have one you didn’t clear yours either”

The kids

- the oldest would be so chilled - literally never stresses or throws tantrums. When she was a baby Billy used to wake up in the night more often scared at why she wasn’t crying than at actual tears. Straight A’s, crazy intelligent. Steve wants her to go to college because he never got to - he encourages all her dreams no matter how crazy. Billy worries he’s too dumb to be her dad but she adores him - she would always beg to go to the grocery store with him and they’d share candy in the car on the way home that they wouldn’t share with the other two.

i am so laaaate, i’m so sorry! if it makes anything better, i am actually kind of proud of this so maybe it will be good and make up for it’s lateness? i hope you like it, and thank you for sending in an ask!!

“I haven’t forgotten you yet.”

“Steve, look I know that you said you were only gonna back for theweekend or so but…” Max’s voice was quiet, like she didn’t want to be heardby anyone but him. Her voice crackling over the radio was covered with a layerof static, and it chilled him to the bone, “He left his clothes and shit, buthe hasn’t been home since Thursday. I was gonna mention it at dinner yesterday,but the guys didn’t wanna make you upset or anything. I thought about calling Hop,but I thought maybe-”

It was Sunday. He was just thinking about he would have to startrepacking again soon. “Don’t call Hop. I can handle it.” He said, throwing theradio on his bed almost immediately after finishing his sentence, his jacketalready in hand.

He didn’t grab the bat. He wasn’t gonna need it this time. Theonly monster in this scenario was him.

Hercules: I can’t believe that our little John Laurens is going on a date with Alexander tonight!

Lafayette: Oui! It seemed like it was yesterday when Alexander came into our lives and stole Laurens’s heart right away when he first laid eyes on him. I hope that tonight will be special for them.

Laurens: Guys… is this really necessary?

Hercules: Oh of course! We wouldn’t want our dear friend John to get hurt on his first date! *pinches his cheeks*

Laurens: Please stop that Hercules that hurts.

Alexander: *walks up to them* Uh… did I miss something?

Lafayette: Ah! Mon ami you’re here to steal our little Laurens away from us!

Alexander: Um… yeah? What is going on?

Laurens: I don’t know I think they’re already drunk. Ready to go?

Alexander: Yeah! *grabs Laurens’s hand* See ya guys! Don’t drink too much! *walks out the bar with Laurens*

Hercules: Always use protection Alexander if you’re gonna fool around with each other!

Lafayette: Don’t break his Heart Alexander! It’s too fragile!

Hercules: *sighs* He’s growing up so fast.

Lafayette: *hugs Hercules* Yeah. I think we’re going to be great parents one day.

Hercules: We’re already awesome parents.

Billy Hargrove: Don’t worry babe, I got this

Billy Hargrove: *Stomps foot*

🌸 Dream Sex 🌸 Soft moans of pleasure filled the small space, echoing all around as they escaped from swollen lips. Steve’s lashes fluttered once, twice, but he was never able to fully focus on his partner. Wasn’t able to see who it was that was making him feel this. They were buried deep inside of him, rocking to a delicious beat that made Steve press back harder for more.

Steve’s legs were locked tight around the other, keeping them close. They grunted into his ear and chuckled, whispering filthy praise and endearments that made Steve’s lips curl into a lazy smile.

“Tight, so tight,” They muttered.

“Harder,” Steve could only slur.

They moaned, and it was a low sound that seemed to vibrate against Steve’s chest. They lipped at his neck, tasting his salty flesh in soft sucks and swipes of their tongue.

“Good?” Steve whispered, fisting their hair tight in his hands.

“Tastes like heaven, pretty boy..”

Steve bolted upright in his bed with a panicked exclaim. He was drenched in sweat and hard as a rock. His hand creeped to the waistband of his pants, but he stopped. It felt wrong. There was no denying that he had just had a dream about Billy Hargrove. A good fucking dream.

i just found out that this ship exits and the first thing i could think of,,,was a really bad pun  sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯