AU: post-season 3, Billy is dead
Steve tossed and turned in bed feeling unable to fall asleep despite how exhausted he felt, his eyes were heavy and sore and in his head seemed to have been installed a monkey with a drum, but still he could not sink into the arms of Morpheus. He looked around him, the windows were on full blast so that the moonlight could enter in all its fullness, illuminating the bedroom, and his electric clock was blinking with those infernal red numbers.
-Can't you sleep, pretty boy?
The blond's hands roamed his body, helping him unwind from the sheets he'd been tangled in with so much movement, then stroked his back gently, drawing abstract patterns between his moles. Billy didn't know why Steve had nightmares, the brunet never told him and the blond never asked, but it always helped him fall asleep.
Steve sat up slowly pulling back the sheets wrapped around his legs, running his fingers through his sweat damp hair, rubbing his eyes to try to soothe the pain. It was 3:00 in the morning. He got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to take the drops the doctor had recommended the last time he went, Steve had already gone 5 times so far in July, since then he had prescribed sleeping pills, eye drops, pills for panic attacks, vitamins and something that was supposed to cheer him up. But instead of taking the bottle of sleeping pills, he washed his face and dressed in some old athletic shorts and a lightweight Hawkins swim team sweatshirt, heading downstairs to the kitchen. He grabbed a yogurt from the fridge and shook it vigorously until it was churned, then opened the lid and drank it, he could almost hear the laughter of other.
-I remember when you used to pick on me for drinking yogurt like that, and now look at you, pretty boy -Billy laughed as he looked at the dark-haired man
Steve remembered the first time he had seen the blond do that, take a yogurt and whip it and then drink it from the container, the brunet had looked at him as if he had monkeys on his face and then had made fun of him, but shortly after Steve started doing the same thing.
Steve threw the container in the trash and took the vitamins then but left the happy pills, he hardly ever took them, only when he felt he would pass out from the pain, but he usually preferred to live his pain, it assured him that he was still alive and still feeling. Steve was too afraid to stop feeling, to become empty and numb to life, to be just a heartless carcass. He couldn't let that happen, he had promised himself. He went to the hall and grabbed his house keys, ever since he discovered the Upside Down he had started locking the house, something no one did in Hawkins, poor them. For an instant he looked at the car keys, his eyes glanced through the small window in the door, seeing his car in the driveway.
-Not even dead, no, no, no and no, Steve -the blond snorted, crossing his arms -Let's go in my Camaro, I'll pass on using your good little boy Beamer, it's slower than the bad guy's horse
Billy hated using Steve's car, he never wanted to get in the Beamer, in fact, he had only done so on 3 absolutely vital occasions when his Camaro had been unavailable. Steve had offered him on multiple occasions to drive it, but Billy refused to be seen behind the wheel of a "posh boy's car", in his own words.
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Fooled around and fell in love [eng]
FanfictionWe all know Billy wanted Steve. We all know Steve had a crush on Billy. So here's a collection of one-shots from my own hand on this beautiful couple that never could have been but we all know it was. Here are things of all kinds and for all tastes...