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@pctrkor​ || Billy & Max

For the months that followed after his alleged death, Billy wandered the Upside Down. Somehow he managed to heal from the stab wound in his chest. He’d miraculously avoided infection and sepsis. The wicked scar left on his skin and phantom pain were constant reminders of the trauma he’d suffered. There had been times when he’d barely survived the Lovecraftian horrors that existed in this hellscape, but he did. Clearly his will to survive was stronger than he’d realized. Billy didn’t know if there was a way to escape the Upside Down but he never stopped looking for one. And there was one thing that kept him going.

Max.

The loneliness in the Upside Down, and the fact he was still alive and breathing, put things into perspective. He had a lot of things to make up for when it came to his sister. Billy needed to apologize, needed to tell her that he loved her and he’d only wanted to protect her even if he’d never gone about it the right way. He knew people didn’t change over night, and there were things he was going to have to work on but he was willing to try. This time he would stand up to his father and not allow the man to abuse him anymore. He would be kinder to Max and his stepmother because he’d forced everyone else in his life away from him. 

Billy didn’t know how long he was in the Upside Down when opportunity finally knocked. It could have been months or years but the rip in the fabric between realms had been ripped open and Billy couldn’t miss his chance. So he crawled his way out of the Upside Down like the living dead and found himself in a small trailer he didn’t recognize. He didn’t stick around for any of those creatures to come after him and drag him back. Billy ran for home, only to find another family living in the house he’d lived with his father, stepmother, and Max. He had no idea where they’d gone, or if they were even still in Hawkins. So he went to the next place he could think of.

Steve Harrington was not his friend but when he showed up on the guy’s doorstep, looking frightful, he’d taken pity on Billy. He’d patched him up, let him shower and borrow clean clothes. The shock of him being alive eventually wore off and Steve told him that his father had left Hawkins, Max and her mother had moved into the trailer park he’d just come from but his sister was in the hospital, in a coma no less. Billy didn’t stick around long. He asked Steve to drop him off at the cemetery where his empty coffin had been buried. He told Steve he didn’t need to stick around.

The sight of his own grave was chilling. He spent a long time simply staring at his name engraved on the headstone before finally noticing the envelope with his name on it. He’d picked it up and opened it, his chest tightening as he read Max’s letter to him. Tears had stung the back of his eyes as he tucked it back into the envelope and into the pockets of his borrowed jeans. Then he made his way to the hospital.

It was lucky that Max’s mom wasn’t there when he showed up, and he slipped past the nurse’s station and into her room. It broke his heart to see his little sister so broken. Billy wasn’t sure if she would be able to hear him as he sat down in a chair next to the bed. He leaned on the edge and watched her face for several minutes. 

@pctrkor​ | Gets Robin

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⛧˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ It was early in the afternoon when Eddie had finally stirred in his bed, the sound of his uncle puttering around in the kitchen rousing him from his slumber. Dark eyes opened in narrow slits, eyelids squinting as they protested the light that seeped through the cracks in his curtains. His sleeping habits had never been the greatest, the metalhead ever a night owl, but he’d taken a nosedive into near nocturnality now that summer had rolled around and classes were out. After forcing himself off of his mattress and into the kitchen, he joined his uncle by the counter, having a drowsy conversation with him despite the fact that most of his attention was elsewhere. Through the window, he could see that someone was moving into the empty lot across the way from them: a girl, dressed mostly in black with hair that shone in a deep shade of green when the sun kissed it in the right way. It was hard to tell from such a distance, but he could see enough to know that she was cute.

           After the girl had disappeared into her trailer, she slipped from Eddie’s mind for the remainder of the day, his focus tunneling into various handbooks and papers as he prepared for an upcoming ‘ D&D ’ campaign. He’d left the premise to blast music in his van after his uncle had gone to bed, but returned once he’d left for work. Rather than heading inside, however, he’d opted to take a seat on the ratty brown sofa outside of his trailer to light up a joint. It was shortly after that that the girl he’d seen earlier caught his attention once again when she’d come outside carrying a trash bag.

@pctrkor​​  asked :  ❝  stop posturing and just let me help you.  ❞ from heather

    hearing the voice behind him will make billy  snap  back into reality ,  finally noticing he had been  struggling  to put on his fanny pack for who know how long now.  his head will snap over to her and he will shake his head before quickly snapping the buckle together behind his waist.    “ i’m fine. “    he always tried  so hard  to not let people see him like  this ;  just  DISTRACTED  with  real life  playing over and over in his head.  a long sigh will leave billy’s lips before he looks back to heather.    “ shouldn’t you be  out there ?  “    he will ask simply ,  his look of  uncaring  back on his features while a pack of cigarettes is pulled from his bag and one is placed between his lips.    “ i’m not doing  any  mouth to mouth if  you  let those fuckers  drown. “    hopefully him  returning  to his  normal  ashole nature will make her  FORGET  how he obviously isn’t all  here  today. 

𝐒𝐂    ,     𝐏𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐊𝐎𝐑    .     ⟨    𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞  *  、 semi-plotted   starter  , MJ.   ⟩

❛   𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎   ...   ...   ...   ...   ...   ...   𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎   𝚖𝚎   ...   ...   ❜      𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛-𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢   𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎   𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎   ,   𝚑𝚎   𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢      𝙳𝙸𝙳      𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎   𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝   .   𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛   𝚑𝚊𝚍   𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍   𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢   𝚘𝚏   𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜   𝚒𝚗   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎   ,      𝚑𝚎   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎   𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑      𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗  𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜   ,      𝚋𝚞𝚝   𝚊𝚜   𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔   𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚜   𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕   𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚙   𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍   𝚑𝚊𝚍   𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗   𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑   𝚊      𝚃𝙷𝚄𝙳   ,      𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚝𝚘   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝      (   𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢   )      𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚎   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝   𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎   𝚢𝚎𝚝   .      ❛   𝚒𝚝   𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐’𝚜   𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚊𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎   𝚘𝚏   𝚖𝚢   𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗            𝚒’𝚖   𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢      𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐘𝐎𝐔     𝚝𝚘   𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝   𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐   .   ❜

[ @pctrkor​ said: [ ATTEMPT ]  for sender to intervene in a fight receiver is in but receiver has already sustained an injury.  heather and billy :3 from Even More Injury Memes ]

It’s been a while since he’s done this.  Truthfully, he hadn’t been sure if he could handle it like he used to.  Before Starcourt, it wasn’t just common place for Billy to get in a fight, it was something he craved.  It’s how he coped with the way things were; anything that could get him an adrenaline rush, anything that reminded him he could make choices, he had power, he was alive, he wasn’t just a servant for his dad to beat on.

He’s out of practice.  He got in a good few licks before taking any damage himself, and he would have kept going if things hadn’t been escalated.  From an outside standpoint it was only a matter of time before someone like him got their life threatened in one of these altercations.  And it was safe to assume the sudden change of severity is why Heather needed to step in.

The pocket knife wasn’t some big intimidating weapon, but it was still sharp and it was digging into his throat hard enough that Billy isn’t sure he could move at all without it tearing through his skin.  There was something interesting about being threatened like this after his second near-death experience.  This one doesn’t scare him nearly as much.  It actually reminds him of Neil rather than the monsters and he can’t help the way it makes his eyes go crazy and his lips turn up not unlike a dog bearing it’s teeth.  Like he might try and fight his way out of this despite the way his heart was racing and his fingertips were going numb like they only ever did when he was freaking out.

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