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easyvirgin-deactivated20160413

happy Thursday the 20th

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blakegdiamond

I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?

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the-mighty-tor

next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th

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Professor Mcgonagall: for two boys that keep talking about how much they hate each other,
Professor Mcgonagall: you two seem to to be obsessively fascinated by each other.
Harry:
Draco:
Draco: ma’am, I can explain, I-
Professor Mcgonagall: no it’s quite alright Mr Malfoy, I know what you both are.
Harry: what?
Professor Mcgonagall: have a biscuit Harry.
Draco: does that biscuit have a pride flag on it?
Hermione: you know what? Whatever, who gives a shit about Malfoy, his entire personality is just being gay, young, and mean.
Harry: you forgot pretty.
Hermione:
Harry:
Ron:
Ron: you did forget pretty.
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The door bell rings and Steve nearly stumbles when he runs to it.

It's nearly midnight. Billy said, he couldn't come over today. So that can mean two things: the kids are in trouble again or Billy is in trouble again. Steve hasn't really decided yet if he prefers the Demogorgons over Neil Hargrove. He would rather prefer Demogorgons meeting Neil Hargrove, that's for sure.

Billy stands in front of him, his nose bleeding - Neil Hargrove's favorite trade mark at the moment. He's drenched from the rain, curls clinging to his head. His shirt is torn as if someone tried to rip it off. He walked here, that's obvious.

He looks miserable.

"I...I found it on the ... way and it apparently was also... lost."

Billy moved so that Steve can see what he's holding. A small ginger kitten, fur also wet and meowing in small, distressed noises. It reminds Steve way too much of Billy himself, making his heart ache for both of them.

"Come in," Steve says, mentally already grabbing towels and trying to figure out if cats can eat tv dinners - probably not, but he's got some ham left.

Billy doesn't move, thumb stroking the kitten's little head.

"With the kitten, of course." Steve steps aside.

"Her name is Maxine."

Billy comes in, carefully letting the kitten down on the towel Steve laid out in the living room. Steve gives Billy a tissue for his nose after he dried his hair.

"How do you know its a girl?" Steve asks. The kitten rolls herself in the towel, pawing at the soft fabric.

Billy holds up his thumb. There are tiny teeth marks on it.

"Ginger, a bit of a bitch." He shrugs.

Steve grins. "And you like her?"

Billy mumbles something incoherently, which suspiciously sounds like sometimes.

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The first time Steve tells Billy to "get home safe", he just shrugs and drives home. The way home has never been the problem. It's what waits at home. Home isn't safe.

But Steve says it every time they meet. He means it, also. Billy can feel it in his hugs, his kisses, the little laughs when Billy scowls at him for calling him cute.

Billy feels the anger beginning to grow in him. He tries to ignore it, at first. Steve doesn't know what's happening every time Billy is late, forgets about another senseless chore or simply doesn't do it, because fuck it, why would Neil need the basement cleaned twice a month? Nobody does this.

Today Billy can't ignore it. He can't, because he can already feel the pain before Neil touches him. He can't, because there is no home to be safe at. Because the way home is the best thing about it. Or maybe because home isn't home, but Steve is home and leaving Steve... isn't safe.

"Don't say that," Billy snaps and a bit of the anger just spills out.

Steve falls quiet. Shit. Panic crawls through Billy, tainting the anger and turning it into fear.

"Why not?" Steve asks. Voice light and... tender. Instead of pulling back, he hugs Billy tighter.

"Home is..." Billy feels himself shaking in Steve's arms. "Getting home... isn't the problem."

Steve presses a kiss on his cheek, still not saying anything. His thumb draws circles on Billy's back, grounding and ...safe.

"Being home sucks," Billy mumbles. "Being with you doesn't."

"You can talk to me about it," Steve says. "I think I... noticed something was wrong."

He wipes away a tear from Billy's face. No one ever noticed before. No one ever wanted to talk about it. No one ever wanted Billy to be safe before.

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Something about El not ever being able to forget Billy. She catches herself thinking about him during class, at dinner with the Byers, when she is alone in her room and when she is at beach with warm sand stuck between her toes. Wondering how he would react in certain situations. Wondering what he had to through dinner with his family. Wondering what he was thinking when he really alone. Sometimes she’d catch herself smiling. Sometimes she has to wipe her a tear away and mumble “nothing” when she gets asked about it. Sometimes there is a heavy pit in her stomach and she wishes she could have saved that boy so that he’d be with her right now.

She dreamed about him sometimes and the one single one where she didn’t wake up screaming was when they were at the beach. A dream she hasn’t told anyone about, not even Will or Max (she only told Will about her dreams). He has a surfboard under his arm and she had one herself. The bright California sun above them made everything so warm and nice. The blue waves crashing against each other and the shore was almost comforting.

She looked up at him.

“I’m scared,” she heard herself say and lights flickered to rainbow colors then back to the normal sun light. Billy smiled at her the sun hitting his face perfectly. Blonde hair was being brushed by the wind but somehow it didn’t look messy.

“Nothing to be scared about, kid” He put his hand on her head, his hand felt heavy and comforting. There was the flicker again. Like her brain couldn’t make up where it wanted the dream to be. El can feel the water against her feet. Billy rubbed her hair like Hopper did sometimes reminding her how young she was. She stares into his warm blue eyes like the day in Starcourt mall, but he’s smiling reassuringly. “I will be right next to you.”