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Billy x Fem!Reader!Harrington

Warnings: Stranger Things, mention of abuse

Word count: 970

Summary: Billy finds comfort in an odd place. His enemies sisters arm’s.

Authors Note: A vulnerable Billy story.

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Y/n was sitting in her room reading when she started to hear a light tapping on her window which she knew was odd since her bedroom is on the second floor and only her brother was home, probably in his own room. Y/n got up to check once the tapping got more rapid. Was it the smartest thing in their town? No, but Y/n was pretty sure nothing from the upside down would care enough to knock.

“What are you doing here? You know Steve’s home right?” Y/n said as she let in her brother’s enemy, helping him in through her window. He hadn’t mentioned coming over earlier at school so Y/n was very surprised.

“I-I  didn’t know where else to go.” Billy hissed from pain as he stood up.

“Oh god Billy.” Y/n gasped taking in the already forming bruises on his face.

“Could you help?” He asked, having trouble taking off his jacket. Y/n nodded and gently helped him take off his jacket.

secretbf! steve harrington x reader: comforting steve amidst what might just be the end of the world

tags: sweet with some angst surrounding the end of the world, secret relationship, spoilers for s5 (written before vol 3), comfort, listen to "who knows" by daniel caesar a/n: i was feeling depressed so i wrote this instead. happy new year <3

it'd been a long day.

steve's not getting his car back anytime soon. jonathan and nancy almost died. max is awake. eleven has a sister who is going to help them defeat vecna. will can channel vecna.

it's a lot.

after regrouping at the squawk and going over the final plan for might very well end in destruction of hawkins and otherwise the universe, everyone is on edge. they're organizing weapons and prepping for the worse. steve's trying to be helpful, he's keeping an eye on the kids (dustin in particular after what happened in the upside down not too many moments ago), and steve is almost as ready as there is to be for whatever is about to come. key word: almost.

his mind is on somewhere else. someone else. you.

when he thinks no one is looking he's been pulling out his wallet to look at the polaroid of you and him. nobody knows about you and his relationship apart from robin and hopper. steve had thought him and you were being discreet beneath the night sky behind the squawk. but he kissed you a little too long under the stars once, reluctantly letting you go despite you running late anyway, and hopper had caught the two of you. the former police chief was coming by to pick up something for el. steve had begged hopper to not say anything, wanting to keep you away from the complicatedness of it all. hopper, surprisingly and begrudgingly, understood.

but in all the prep for the end hopper momentarily lets his attention sway from el to the group. he can't help but notice steve looking at the photo, putting it away, fidgeting before helping someone who needs something, and repeat. hopper glances at the clock and the room, and decides to tell steve that he has an hour to "get more supplies".

one hour.

steve has never made it to your house this fast.

when you let him in you smile softly and understandingly. you carefully take his leather jacket off of his shoulders and his bandana from his neck and the hat that sits backward on his head to fix his hair.

"there you are." you hum at him lovingly, taking his hands and leading him to sit with you on the couch. steve just about melts as he gently guides you to rest on your back so he can lay on you like a human weighted blanket.

steve's explained to you everything that has happened in the group starting from the very beginning, filling you in whenever he gets the chance even now. he keeps you away from everyone because you're his one good thing. you're untouched by danger that way.

"do you think everything will be okay?" steve asks, his voice a bit muffled from where his face hides in your chest and your fingers run through his hair.

"i don't know. i hope so." you answer with simple honesty . you both know that everything is scary and not certain. steve wonders if it's a crime to be unsure of the future, not just one where everyone lives, but of one in which he could get to be with you.

your hope keeps him going though. it's moments like this, where he doesn't have to be a babysitter, or a hero. he can be more than his mistakes and everything he didn't do. you believe in him, and let him come to you.

as the minutes tick by, steve shifts to squeeze himself to lay next to you on the limited space on the sofa. he props his head up with one hand so he can look at you while the other gently strokes the skin of your hip where your shirt (aka his that he left here a few days ago) ridden up.

"i made a pact. with dustin. i promised him, if he dies, i die too." steve admits to you. dustin doesn't know about you. at least not the full truth, just that your picture is in steve's wallet and was also clipped to steve's sunvisor in the beamer. steve wouldn't share much else. but because of that, and steve wanting to be reassuring to the kid, he couldn't not agree.

"are you scared?" you ask, not trying to push but wanting the truth from your boyfriend.

steve pauses for what feels like a long time before sighing.

"i am." he admits. steve doesn't want to be a coward. things feel awfully final this time around, and he doesn't want to think about what life would be like if somehow coming home to you wasn't an option.

despite his fears, you take it as what they are and hold him for as long as you can. it's your way of not trying to give him false security, but letting him know you love him. that you hope that can be enough to sustain him through this. you're much too pure, too kind, and good for him. but whatever universe or god decided to gift you to him, he's grateful.

when his hour is up, you carefully help him get his monster fighting gear back on. he tugs his cozy sweater he was wearing earlier, his favorite one that he never lets you steal, over your head. he wraps his arms around your waist, yours tangling around his neck as your foreheads press together.

"be careful." you tell each other at the same time, closing your eyes as your lips meet the others slow and soft in a kiss that says "i'll love you always" because saying it outloud is too hard right now.

he wants to tell you that if this evil gets defeated and he does get to come home, he wants to marry you. maybe finally introduce you properly to the others. to get the hell out of hawkins after. but who knows? he might just have to take that to the grave if that's what's coming for him.

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