#billy hargrove tease

[heartbreak-sandwich]

ANIMAL MAGNETISM ~ Part 1 ~ Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader - SFW, slight angst, building tension, Lifeguard Billy x Lifeguard Reader, bossy boss Billy 💖

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a small oneshot blurb, but a lovely follower requested a continuation, and you can find it here! I'm so excited to have given this a title, and there will be more to this story. 😎 Thank you to all who have enjoyed my work so far. You inspire me to keep writing, and I love you very much!

"Go fish out the change that kid dropped in the deep end. I don't want to wash my hair again." Billy was crunching potato chips in the shade as he barked orders at you while you were both supposed to be closing the Hawkins Pool. Typically you ignored him, but it was just the two of you for the end of the shift, the work needed to be done, and you knew he wasn't going to be the one to do it. You rolled your eyes and took the plunge just to get it over with.

--

"Put the cover on so we can get out of here." He didn't even look at you while he spoke this time. You finally had enough of him telling you what to do, so you stormed over to him.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" Billy's eyes snapped up to meet yours. You held your ground, standing with your hands on your hips, not breaking the stare. "What? Big, strong Billy Hargrove can't put the cover on the pool all on his own?" His blue eyes darkened like the sky before a storm, and he started to take slow, methodical steps toward you.

"What did you say?" He was trying to intimidate you, and you knew it. You weren't going to let him win this game.

"You heard me, Billy," you replied as he continued toward you until he stood right in front of you, your faces just inches apart. He jutted his chin upwards slightly and scoffed.

"No one tells me what to do, princess. Now go cover the damn pool so we can get out of here." The nickname sent a jolt through your stomach and up your chest -- electric butterflies.

"You've been ordering me around all day, and I'm so tired --" Billy put two fingers up against your lips and stopped you mid sentence. What the hell was he doing?

"Open," he demanded, his eye contact unwavering. You felt fire rise to your cheeks as you obeyed without question. He ran the pads of his pointer and middle fingers along the top of your silky, wet tongue back and forth, and slowly pulled them back out again.

"See," he started, tilting your chin up and running his thumb along your lower lip, cleaning up a small spot of escaped saliva, "you do know how to listen." Your mouth snapped closed when you realized what he had just done to you, and your trance was broken.

"That's not fair," you pouted, your brows furrowing as you took a step back. Billy donned his signature smirk and unwrapped a piece of gum, the scents of mint, chlorine, and Paco Rabanne pour homme pulling you back under his spell like a moth to a flame. He turned on his heel and strutted back toward the office, leaving you standing there to process what had just happened.

"Pool cover, princess!" His harsh tone made it obvious that you would still be receiving no help from him despite your attempt at leveling the field. Why did you obey him? Defeated and mortified, you left your desires to swirl around in your mind, reluctantly sauntering over to the cover and rolling out the long mat onto the top of the pool.

PART TWO ❤️‍🔥

[harringroveera]

AU where Billy and Steve met when they were kids

[plistommy]

Billy deserved to see Steve in his cute little outfits that he had on in s4 and also to rip them off of him

[weird-an]

Harrington is a greedy fucker. Billy knows this. Harrington is the only child that has always gotten all the gifts he wanted and probably even more because no one ever said no to him.

He's barely inside the house and Harrington already pulls his pants down, tears off his shirt and sucks on Billy's skin. They've fucked outside, on the backseat of the Camaro, at Scoop's Ahoy and one memorable time- to Billy's delight - in the Wheeler's bathroom.

It's dizzying to feel that wanted. Billy knows he's just a toy, a way of passing the time until Harrington's dad buys him an acceptance letter to a college Harrington doesn't even want to go to and Billy gets tossed away when a new model comes along. But he'll enjoy it while it lasts, because Harrington might be a selfish asshole, but he's the best fuck Billy ever had.

Today Harrington doesn't bend him over the kitchen counter when he arrives. Instead they go upstairs, into Harrington's room Billy has barely been to - usually they don't make it that far.

"I want you to put that on," Harrington says, holding out a lipstick for Billy. It's fucking Dior, something that Billy didn't ever thought he'd touch in his life, something he didn't know existed outside of sparkly magazines and television.

Billy takes it, heart in his throat. Guys don't put on lipstick.

"I'm not your fucking girlfriend," he sneers. His ribs ache.

Harrington just smiles calmly. Like he expected Billy's reaction.

"The color is really pretty." As if that would make it easier.

Billy pulls off the cap. It's rose, like a raspberry. He wonders how it would feel.

"C'mon." Harrington's fingers ghost above his lips. "It's just a joke."

Billy's stomach twists. This doesn’t feel like a joke. Harrington doesn’t look like he's joking.

"Whatever."

Putting lipstick on is a strange feeling. It feels creamy on his lips and he thinks there's the faint scent of roses in the air.

Billy has to admit, at least to himself, that it's pretty. His tan, his blond curls and the reddened lips. There's something inside him that uncurls, something that feels right.

"Can't wait to see you choke on my cock," Harrington murmurs. "With your pretty red lips."

"You're a fucking pervert," Billy murmurs. His cheeks burn. He can't let anyone know how frail he feels right now. How the world seems right and wrong at the same time.

"You just look fucking pretty," Harrington says. He gives Billy a sly grin, like he sees right through him. "You can keep the lipstick."

It's already tugged away in Billy's pocket. "I'll think about it."

"Give me a taste." Harrington's lips are already there, brushing against Billy's. Harrington always takes, but this feels like he's giving something back, too.

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

The nicknames used to mean something. Baby, love, sweetheart, and the like. Billy always felt a little awkward when pet names were used on him.

Until he got with Steve, of course.

But the little names have gotten out of hand, in that they don’t make sense anymore — that’s how much love Steve has for him. So much that sometimes he just lets the words fly out of his mouth without thinking clearly.

It’s cute, in Billy’s opinion. There’s the occasional honeybun and sweetness.

Then sometimes he says shit like penguin.

The love in his voice is always unmatched, so while Billy is often confused, he can’t help but just smile and accept it. If Steve wants to affectionately refer to him as a flightless bird, then so be it. He isn’t picky.

Beggars can’t be choosers, or whatever.

Billy still purses his lips for a moment when Steve calls him sweet bear, if only because they aren’t alone for once — and, man, does he send Max a death glare the minute that Steve leaves the room.

“I’m sorry, what did he just call you?” she muses lowly.

Billy shushes her, which only makes her urge to laugh more intense if the way that she claps her hand over mouth is anything to go by.

“Leave it.”

“He called you a—“

“I said leave it,” Billy hisses. He crosses his arms over his chest and peers over his shoulder to make sure they’re still alone before he sighs. “I need to train that boy to be more subtle. Feels like I just got publicly executed.”

Max snickers, and Billy cracks a half smile.

“You like it.”

“Pfft, I tolerate it.”

“Only a guy that’s in love would let someone call him something so stupid,” Max teases. “You love him.”

Her expression is nothing short of smug. Billy kind of wants to shove a throw pillow into her face, kinda of wants to argue that no, he doesn’t love Steve. No way, not in a million years.

But he hears the soft sing-song of a hum from the next room, and he suddenly doesn’t have the heart to lie.

“Yeah,” he huffs. Max pauses for a moment, her eyes blowing a little wide. “I have a lot of love to give, ‘cause I’m the sweetest of the fuckin’ bears.”

Max snorts before she’s overcome with hysterical laughter. Billy shakes his head, but he’s smiling. Out of all of the stupid nicknames, this one is probably his new favorite.

That is, until Steve decides to call him a platypus or something.

He honestly can’t wait.

[kallisto-k]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Teasing, Fluff, mentions of serial killers, Harringrove summer bingo, prompt: body buried in the sand Series: Part 1 of Summer Days Drifting Away Summary:

Beaches in Indiana aren't exactly similar to those in California, much to Billy (and Steve's) disappointment.

For the @harringrovesummerbingo prompt “body buried in the sand’!

[azrielgreen]

Rooms (Whose Thighs Are Lilac Rose Gardens) Preview: CH2

Eddie wakes with a hot, wet mouth on him.

It’s this thing about Steve, he’s slutty when he’s happy. Like, it’s his natural default, it’s where he lands. Effusive and bright and openly tactile, but undeniably underlined by his tendency to slut himself around and weaponise it for fun.

No surprise whatsoever then to wake up with his pretty fucking mouth wrapped around Eddie’s dick.

OK, yes, maybe some surprise because holy fucking god, the boy’s got no gag reflex and his nose is buried in Eddie’s dense, dark curls—fuck.

Eddie’s back arches before he’s even fully awake, his body responding and he’s barely fucking conscious, but he knows he’s like ten seconds from coming, Steve’s too good, fucking hell.

‘Baby,’ Eddie utters, half slurs. ‘Stevie.’

It’s not an objection, it never would be. Steve can do whatever he wants. He just wants to say his name, just wants to speak it into existence.

Eddie’s arm stings still.

It hurts.

He loves that so much.

And when he looks over, Billy is there too.

Waiting, not like Steve who wouldn’t wait to dispense pleasure, not when he’s so happy.

But Billy waited.

Eddie kisses him.

He thinks there’s a ghost of something caught in a mirror inside him. Shattered, bright and sharp, it’s not normal, none of this is, but it’s so obvious when he’s kissing Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington is sucking his god damned soul right out his cock first thing.

Eddie thinks it’s this house.

Nebraska.

This country.

Earth and the moon, their Momma, as Steve calls her.

Only Eddie knows why.

Only Eddie knows the story of that night.

Maybe Steve will tell Billy soon, Eddie’s not sure.

Billy’s kisses are fresh and minty where Eddie’s are not, but the older boy doesn’t seem to care. He kisses warm and slow, rumbles contentedly, but he grips Eddie hard, almost painful, especially when he comes.

Comes in Steve’s mouth, all over his tongue.

Sharing, nourishing, loving.

Then Steve emerges from the covers, his hair all static-fucked, lips red and cheeks blush pink, eyes bright.

Steve crawls over, nudges against his face, closed mouth secret smile and Eddie grins indulgently, knows what he’s got.

‘You wanna give me somethin’, baby boy?’

Steve strokes his face, nods.

He is the personification of sin; angelic and so lovely it cuts all that it touches, demands nothing less than blood.

Lips touching, but not to kiss, Eddie opens up and lets Steve spit his own come into his mouth.

Eddie swallows, drags Steve against him to kiss him stupid, to fit all that love where he breathes so it’ll live inside.

They’re all cut up, the sheets are bloody and ruined.

Eddie says, ‘I love you,’ to Steve and Steve just smiles.

Then he pulls off, kisses Billy too.

Sharing.

‘Can we make waffles again?’

*

Billy makes waffles and Eddie smokes outside.

It’s cooler in the morning.

His arm hurts.

Eddie touches it, presses down on the sorest parts.

Nicotine and smoke and the low burn when he lets it get too close to his fingers, but it’s good, it helps.

Eddie thinks about the man whose throat opened up when Steve sliced it, he thinks about sharp objects and blades and the first time someone realised they could use tools to kill rather than teeth.

He’s shirtless.

Likes the bite in the air.

Clean and fresh, it runs counterpoint with the cigarette he finishes.

There’s waffles inside, he can smell them.

And he kinda wants to stay outside, look at the sky, but Steve calls him in, so that’s where he goes.

*

Steve eats waffles and drinks milk from the bottle and Billy watches him sometimes, Eddie helpless but to watch them both. This far from the gritty demands of their usual life together, this place, this house is something removed from time.

They’re wearing each other’s scars.

Shapes cut into skin.

Eddie thinks of the first time someone cut him, the shock of it, how he’d cried later, all alone. Didn’t realise he could be split, ruined, hurt in such a way.

Now, it’s just love.

The rose in his arm, the one on Billy’s chest and the newest blossom on Steve’s thighs. They’ll heal well, Eddie thinks.

Steve’s energy though, it’s a little fractured.

His knee is jogging, expression blank and calm as it so often is, but there’s just something off.

‘You OK?’ he asks Steve.

Steve smiles at him, nods and then takes his plate out to the kitchen. Eddie and Billy share a brief look.

‘He’s not OK,’ Billy tells him quietly.

And Eddie, he could be real fucking smug, he could be a bitch, say shit like, ‘Yeah, no, I think I’d know, seeing as how we’ve been together for years, thanks.’ He could say that, remind Billy whose claim to Steve is greater.

Eddie doesn’t want to, though.

What scares him is that he doesn’t even believe that.

‘I know,’ he simply says. ‘It’s the Vegas thing. Always takes a while for… well. Bad shit comes in like the flu for Steve.’

Billy nods slowly. ‘What do you wanna do?’

‘Keep him safe.’ Eddie leans forward, elbows on the table. ‘What do you wanna do?’

Billy’s eyes are blue, they’re steady.

He’s like a mountain.

He is Nebraska.

He’s this house.

‘I want whatever you want.’

*

They go shopping.

It’s a small gathering of local stores; no chains, no big brand names. Billy warns Eddie not to shoplift.

‘I wasn’t gonna,’ he chuckles, and Billy grins, seemingly charmed by the brashness of the lie.

Steve is humming to himself as he wanders through the rows, examining medicine and greeting cards. Eddie thinks he recognises the song, which brings dread to his core. He can count on two hands the number of times he’s heard Steve singing that fucking song and every single time without fail, it has preceded a breakdown.

And because sometimes, Steve would call Billy, because they would talk alone without Eddie in the space of the last (first) time they saw Billy, Eddie’s not sure.

He gets noodles for himself and Lucky Charms for Steve, dumps them in the cart and throws Billy a glance, measuring.

‘What?’ Billy asks.

‘Did he tell you about Texas?’

There’s no reaction at first.

And Billy’s the kind who thinks slow, feels slow, but Eddie’s looking for a specific reaction which, when he doesn’t find it, says all he needs to know.

‘No.’

‘OK.’

He won’t be the one to tell Billy, not in a million years, but he did wonder. They seem like they know each other, those two. Strange familiarity that Eddie sometimes feels side-lined by.

‘Is it to do with the song he’s singing?’

‘Kinda. Doesn’t matter.’

‘He was humming it in the car while you slept.’

‘It’s fine. Just.’ Eddie stops at the dog chew toy section, scans for whatever is cutest. ‘Sometimes, when he sings that song, it means he’s headed for a bad few weeks.’

He chooses a fluffy black dragon without a squeaker. Something that’s intended to be playfully torn apart and shredded, he knows Steve likes to rescue them. Never buys a toy intended for a life of love, only the rescues, the strays, whatever he can keep from the jaws of happy death.

Billy selects a plush squid.

‘I’m here,’ he says.

It’s two words.

They don’t mean much, and yet they mean everything.

Eddie might not have to face this alone.

He’s never had that before.

Risks touching Billy’s hand where anyone could see, grasping it briefly.

Billy’s thumb rubs over his knuckles and then he lets go first, pragmatic as ever.

Eddie won’t trust it¸ of course not.

Billy doesn’t know what Steve gets like sometimes. Nobody does, only Eddie. If anything in the world is gonna shake Billy Hargrove awake, make him see sense about the both of them, it’ll be the storm that’s coming.

I’m here.

Eddie doesn’t fully trust it.

But he dares take a little comfort from it all the same, and feels no guilt in spending Billy’s money at least.

He still shoplifts a beaded bracelet just for the hell of it, Steve will like that he stole it. He’ll like the way the cheap glass beads catch the light.

Old habits die hard, don’t they?

(Touched Preview coming a little later today💜💜💜)

[nirmalneaners]

He’s got a dirty smile, is all Billy can think, his hand fisted in the guys jacket as he pushes closer.

“Keep acting like that and you’ll give a guy the wrong idea, pretty boy,”

Steve - he later learns- hums as he slowly strokes up Billy’s arm, but he does it in a disinterested way. A non answer. Every ounce filled with that cock sure king shit attitude as he watches Billy shiver. His eyes flicking between his lips and his hand.

“Wouldn’t want that, huh California?”

[bowiebond]

If Billy had met Mrs Sinclair, he would have made her blush and smile like a bashful school girl, smacking his arm and telling him to lock up that charm of his. Chides that she’s much too old for a boy like him, and is happily married. Mr Sinclair is happy to prove so, because he adores his wife and won’t be losing her to a ‘charming scoundrel’.

Lucas is planning Billy’s murder at their shared dinner table because apparently if Max is staying for dinner, Billy gets to eat with them too before they take off back home. Billy is grinning with devilish glee as he lays the compliments on thick, praising Mr Sinclair’s home and Mrs Sinclair’s cooking.

If Billy has to deal with Lucas dating his sister and the pair being sneaky rascals in young love, he gets to make the twerps life hell by making his parents love him more, bitch.

[gt-preys]

Determined little borrower

Siren!Billy, borrower!Reader

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An aquarium is an odd place to find a borrower, (Y/N) knows that. It was just supposed to be a quick place to rest between moving from one house to the next. But he quickly found that he liked wandering around the tanks at night, illuminated by the soft blue glow from the lights through the water. He had no problems finding scraps left over in the cafeteria and he had so much space to move and explore.

So it just made sense that the little borrower would stay there and settle down.

Not much had changed in the aquarium since they had made their home in the walls and they were content with that.

However things change one day as they watch the aquarium staff pull in a new tank, wheeling the massive glass box into the empty quarantine room. Possibly a new species of fish? Now that was exciting.

The staff aren't talking, in fact they only gesture to each other and the tank. Communicating through movements alone. How odd, they had never done that before with any other shipments. It's then that he notices the headphones they're all wearing, ear protection they had heard a staff member call it in the cupboard they were rooting around in last week.

Specialized headgear.

This is what they had needed it for? Rolling in a new tank. How odd.

For now though they ignore the humans, making their way through the vents to the cafeteria. The aquarium will be empty of staff soon and then they can head back to explore the mysterious new tank.

When they make their way back to the quarantine room (Y/N) takes the hallways instead, the place is completely empty now and he enjoys seeing the exhibits as he passes. So many colourful creatures, so graceful and completely at home in their elements. They fascinate the borrower.

It's not long before they're standing outside of the quarantine room. The door is most likely locked but (Y/N) isn't worried about that, afterall he's small enough to squeeze under the gap in the door. (Y/N) had always thought the doors were stupid, they looked as if they had been cut a little bit too small but the same doors were scattered throughout the entire facility so they just chalked it up to a weird design choice.

They can't really complain though, it makes getting around far easier for the tiny.

Unlike the exhibits which are still lit up at night, this room is almost completely dark, the light in the room is dimmed almost all the way down. The water in the tank appears almost a deep inky black. It's clear they won't be able to see the fish from where they stand down here.

Eyeing the metal ladder bolted to the tanks side they grin, always up for a new challenge. It's easy enough. They use their grappling hook to skip a couple of the steps at a time and though it's an exhausting climb they feel proud once they reach the top. Afterall he was built for this kind of thing.

Reaching the top they find a metal platform stretching out across the top of the tank just barely above the water, they've seen this kind of structure before on other tanks in the aquarium. It's a feeding platform.

They step out onto the platform, wandering over to the edge so they can peer into the murky water below. Maybe the fish will surface for breath, then they could see it? Scanning the water though they can't see anything. Was the tank empty? Were they getting the tank set up for a new fish to be put into? Maybe one of the exhibit fish was ill and this tank is for them.

Rippling water catches their eyes and they look up only for their heart to sink into their stomach. A large claw webbed hand is reaching up out of the water towards them. They yell out as it pins them to the metal grating, their struggles are useless against the powerful appendage.

Looking past the hand and towards the water they freeze watching a blonde head of hair rise up ominously from the black water, a pair of icy blue eyes pierce their wriggling form. He pulls himself further out of the water to peer down at them with a blank expression, seemingly trying to comprehend what he's seeing. Then a slow smirk makes its way onto his lips, revealing the sharp predatory teeth hidden behind them. "Well look at that, I didn't even need to lure you to me" the creature's voice is rough and deep, sounding as if he hadn't used his voice for a while.

With his hand still pinning them beneath it, he moves the index finger beside their head to lightly trail his claw down their cheek. "You came to me willingly" they watch his eyes light up with malice at the notion. "You look human..." he hums, leaning down, those bright eyes never leaving theirs "I wonder if you taste just as good" there's no doubt in their mind that he can feel their tiny heartbeat racing beneath his palm. They can only stare on in horror as his tongue slips out from between his lips and they squirm harder as he leans in closer.

Panicking and not wanting to be food, they make a life or death decision and twist to sink their teeth as deep as they can into the tan skin on the finger lingering on his cheek. The giant grunts at the sudden shock of pain through his hand, releasing the borrower for a moment to inspect his finger, but that's all the time they need.

He sprints across the platform, losing his balance slightly when the metal beneath his feet suddenly shakes, the creature hissed angrily for them to "get back here!" Making it to the safety of the ladder (Y/N) risks a look back to find the man halfway out of the water, tail slapping the inky black surface.

A siren.

They captured a fucking siren.

Humans are so dumb the borrower laments as they hurry to make their way down the ladder, hopping down the rungs as quickly as they can manage without the risk of falling.

It's only when they're back in the safety of their home, hidden deep within the walls, that they realise how lucky they are that he didn't start singing. If he had it would've been all over, they wouldn't have stood a chance.

The following week the borrower keeps careful watch from afar, staying out of the siren's sight. They don't dare try to approach the tank after the last incident. He watches from the vents as workers climb the ladder, they always have their noise canceling headphones on. It's mandatory. The workers never step foot on the platform, it's not a risk they're willing to take, they just dump a bucket of fish over the side and leave immediately after.

They give the siren no social interaction whatsoever.

(Y/N) fashions his own crude noise canceling headphones. Stealing bits from the humans gear to help construct them. He tests them out within the safety of the walls and to his suprise they work. He doesn't know why he makes them.

He shouldn't go back to the tank, that's a deathwish. He knows that, but curiosity still nags at him.

Somehow they find themself once again scaling the ladder to the feeding platform. (Y/N) stays near the ladder in case he needs to make a quick escape, crossing his fingers that the homemade ear protection he wears will keep him safe from the beast lurking beneath.

As expected the siren doesn't take long to show his face, his head rising from the water with predatory menace. He opens his mouth, presumably to sing but they can't hear him. They watch his face twist with confusion and frustration when they don't respond to his call. (Y/N) simply smiles and pulls a grape from their bag, rolling it across the grating towards the siren. Picking it up he eyes the fruit and then the borrower, perplexed. But (Y/N) just sits down to nibble on his own pre portioned chunk of grape. The siren watches him for a minute or two before popping the grape into his mouth, chewing the fruit up.

It's then that (Y/N) wonders if he's ever had anything other than fish. His reaction to the sweet fruit is subtle but they can tell he's suprised by it, maybe he even enjoyed it.

He finds himself falling into a routine. Once the aquarium has closed for the night he forages for food and takes it back home to be put away, however each time he grabs a piece of fruit along with his usual supplies. The borrower then treks up the ladder to the siren's tank, each time finding that he's already at the surface waiting for them. As if he's begun anticipating their visits.

Each time they find him with his arms crossed on the platform, his chin resting atop them with his eyes closed only for them to snap open when he senses the borrower nearby. The first few visits he had tried and failed to lure them to the water, getting angry and frustrated when they don't comply. However he seems to calm down when they toss him their little fruit offering.

So far grapes were his favourite, they grabbed him them anytime they had the opportunity. After that they'd simply smile and wave, sitting on the grating and offering him silent company. They had even gotten so brave as to walk out onto the platform, albeit staying at the very back against the wall and out of reach.

Sometimes he tries to speak to them only to get frustrated when he remembers that they're wearing head gear. He had gestured for them to remove it several times but (Y/N) isn't going to fall for such tricks.

Today the siren isn't waiting for the little borrower like he usually does. They walk to their usual spot at the back, watching the water but as usual they can't see much further than the surface in the dim room lighting. He waits there, looking for any indication that there's life in the tank but soon grows worried.

Had they moved him to a different tank? Has he been put on display already?

Curious (Y/N) makes his way to the platform's edge, peering down into the water. It's all too familiar when a webbed hand breaks the surface of the inky black depths, pinning the borrower to the platform. It was a trap, he tricked them, he had finally caught them. They wriggle wildly but it does nothing, he's only able to stare up at those familiar icy blue eyes.

The siren traces a claw up the side of their head, another familiar action. He's speaking to them but they can't hear what he's saying nor can they read his lips, (if you bite me again I swear...), the talon traces their ear and suddenly. "There we go '' they can hear, he had removed their ear protection!

(Y/N) winces, screwing his eyes shut and bracing himself. He expects a song, the hot slice of teeth through his flesh or maybe even claws but he gets none of that. When he opens his eyes he finds that the siren is simply staring at him, sharp eyes taking in every little expression and detail. This doesn't go on for long before he removes his hand and swims back a bit from the platform, giving the borrower space.

(Y/N) is confused when they're released, hurriedly scrambling backwards on the metal. Tears fall thick and fast down their cheeks. They were so sure he was going to rip into them.

He eyes them silently, watching them shake and struggle to take deeper breaths. He's unsure of what to do now that they can hear him. "Why come back?" He knows how bad their first impression of him was, so why stay?

(Y/N) is still reeling from the adrenaline rush blinking at the deep sea creature in confusion. "W-what?" He spoke to them, he isn't singing to lire them into the water. He's just staring at them with no discernible expression. "I made my intentions for you clear when we met, but you came back. Why?"

"I'm not sure" they shrug "I've never seen anything like you before, I was... curious" they admit. The siren hums, crossing his arm on the platform and placing his chin on his forearms "I've never seen a human so small..." They swallow, hands on their ears. They can still hear him, a rough voice slightly muffled by the skin of their palms. "I'm...I'm not human" they mumble "I'm a borrower."

The siren nods, eyes brightening with curiosity. "I'm a siren" he gives the information freely. "I...I know" they nod "I've seen drawings."

(Y/N) continues to visit the siren each day, leaving the ear protection off after he had requested they stop. Though they still stay far away from the water's edge. They had finally learnt the siren's name, Billy he had said it was. Billy always seemed fully engaged in their conversations and they very much enjoyed having someone to talk to.

But their fear is still very much alive.

They're visiting him again when it happens. The two are talking, carrying conversation about the borrower's week of hard work. Today's fruit offering was grapes and Billy is in a great mood, it puts (Y/N) into a relaxed state.

However the light mood is broken when the door to Billy's quarantine room is opened. There's a voice and the door pauses a quarter of the way open. Billy quickly realises that there's no way the borrower can get down the ladder or hide on the platform. But they need to disappear quick.

"Get in the water" (Y/N)'s eyes snap to the siren in suprise at his hushed suggestion. They quickly shake their head at the idea, they still don't trust him yet. Instead they eye the platform wildly, looking for a hiding place. "Just get in the water please, you can hide better in here" he pleads but his words fall on deaf ears.

Billy can only plead for so long before deciding to take the little borrower's safety into his own hands.

(Y/N) freezes in place, shocked when he finally hears the siren's song. Completely at Billy's mercy without their ear protection. His heart breaks seeing the helpless look of betrayal on their little face as they begin to walk towards him, unable to stop themself. They stumble to the edge of the feeding platform, those piercing icy blue eyes watching their every step. (Y/N) walks straight off of the gratings edge as they try to get to the song. Dropping into the water, they quickly disappear under the surface. Swimming up they find tha the song is gone and their mind is clear once more. Thank god, the feeling of total helplessness has them shuddering.

Unfortunately for them, one fear is exchanged for another and upon looking up they find Billy watching them closely. They watch him move with dread mounting in their stomach, his hands cut through the water towards them. "No! No please!" They turn in the water, beginning to frantically swim back to the platform even though they know they won't be able to make it to the lip in time.

The surface of the water rocks as Billy moves, his hands cupping beneath them in the waste, pulling their shallow pool back through the water. Looking up (Y/N) can only watch on as a row of sharp white shark teeth pass over them as they're pulled back the siren's awaiting maw.

They yell out, watching the jaws close once they're fully inside. The borrower quickly finds himself pinned to the roof of the creature's mouth as it swallows down the small mouth full of water it had caught alongside the tiny.

Once the mouth is empty however, the borrower is dropped back down and they curl in on themself, sobbing and shaking with fear.

Billy sinks below the tank's surface, watching as a human climbs up the ladder to feed him. As usual they simply dump a bucket of fish over the railings edge, surveying the calm water for a curious moment before quickly leaving.

Billy slowly floats back up to poke his head out of the water and waits to heR the door closing before pushing himself up onto the platform. He leans forwards, parting his lips and teeth to let the tiny slip off of his tongue and onto the metal platform once more.

(Y/N) scrambles backwards, unsure of why they've been released. He can't really blame them, he knows he's just ruined the tiny amount of trust they had in him.

"Y-You used your song on me!" They stammer, eyes wide and chest heaving. "I know, I'm sorry" he apologises but they continue "I thought...I thought we were I don't know-" friends. "This is all just some sick game time you!"

It made sense that the siren would draw this out for so long. It made sense he wanted to play with his food, he gets no outside enrichment or stimulation from the workers. So why wouldn't he entertain himself by befriending and breaking the little borrower who seemed all too trusting.

"It's not a game" he replies "I had to hide you. Humans are cruel, there's no telling what they'd do if they found you" he makes no move to grab them or sing when they edge towards the ladder to leave. He just stares at them with this down trodden look.

They should leave, he's had enough chances.

This 'potential' friendship was not worth their life. "Fuck" they groan walking back to where they had been sat, with a groan they sit down on the grating much to Billy's surprise. "You aren't leaving?" He tilts his head. "No, I probably should but I'm dumb and you look all sad and shit" they huff. This has Billy chuckling and he lays his chin on his arms.

"Thank you for staying" he mumbles offering them a softer look this time and they feel their cheeks warming at the look "yeah, well thanks for not eating me I guess" they shrug and Billy laughs again, getting the corner of their lip to raise slightly at the sound.

To the pairs suprise the incident has them growing even closer than before. (Y/N) doesn't attempt to brave the water again.

Not yet that is.

[every-dayiwakeup]

Steve has a crush on George Michael, and when he first meets Billy, he's loaded and awkwardly asks for an autograph on his hand.

Billy writes down his phone number instead.

Steve is all "Well that was a weird dream, hahahaha."

Then he sees Billy at school the next morning, and he takes off running in the other direction.

He proceeds to do this every time he sees the blond.

Carol thinks it's funny as hell.

Billy just wants to know why this pretty dude with unfairly long legs keeps running away from him.

OR the alternative:

Steve: 👁👄👁

Billy: 🔵👄🔵

***

Followed by:

Billy: You know I can't sing, right?

Steve: I like your singing. It calms me down.

Billy: *blushes* W-well if you like it, then... Sister Christian, oh, the time has come-

Max: I will rob a bank to make you stop.

Lucas: Or you can use the money to buy hearing aids.

Max:...

****

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[harringroveera]

Billy and Steve are flirting and they’re gonna make it everyone’s problem

[plistommy]

I can’t believe Steve was arching his back and showing his ass against Billy’s grave… if it only was Billy’s face instead.

[kazhan-draws]

Movie night 💙 Full version on twitter 🍆

[bullsandthebones]

que me laughing maniacally

[ghostlynimbus]

AU with genderswapped!Steve but for whatever reason she still goes by the name 'Steve'

So when one night at dinner Max asks Billy if he's dating 'Steve' Billy has to try and explain to Neil through his panic that 'no really, Steve's a girl I swear'.

Thankfully max at least has the sense to help/back up what Billy's saying. Like 'yeah Steve's the most popular girl at Billy's school. I heard they call her Queen Steve. She babysits a bunch of my classmates.'