Jelfight



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    “Careful, sweetie, don’t break a nail,” Billy said, leaning over Steve’s shoulder, lazy cat’s-grin gleaming up to his eyes.

    “I’m not going to break a fucking nail.” Steve hissed and elbowed him, like he hadn’t been thinking the same thing as he struggled to wedge one of his shiny red nails into his wallet’s tight leather pockets. When Carol warned him that some things would be harder, she hadn’t mentioned the bizarre anxiety that came with feeling like your hands were made of cracked dinner plates.

    Idly, Steve wondered if newly de-clawed cats felt like this. Except he was a re-clawed cat, and the vet had promised him it was only temporary.

    He was already losing his mind.

     
    Or, Steve makes a bet he can't win and Billy doesn't realize his mistake.

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    Steve wakes up--in a pool lounger--to Billy Hargrove looming over him. Billy pushes his sunglasses down and Steve thinks sleepily that it must be so that Steve gets the full impact of Billy’s narrow-eyed glare. “Harrington,” Billy says. “We’re fucking closed.”

    (or, three times Billy doesn't let Steve touch the radio and one time he kind of does).

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    “Steve Harrington and Jonathan Byers,” Mr. Smithson said. Steve held his breath. “You’re with Billy Hargrove and Tommy Hart in room 712.”

    Tommy twisted around in his seat two rows up and grinned like he passed a test, completely unsurprised. Fucking bastard. “Wow,” he said, the word drawn out. “What a coincidence. Missed you, buddy.”

    From the gap between the seats, Steve could see Billy’s hand jut out to flip Tommy off. “Hargrove!” Ms. Petunia warned as Tommy elbowed him and cackled.

    Jonathan’s mouth was stuck open like he’d forgotten how to shut it, and honestly, Steve was feeling that same dread in the pit of his stomach, the kind of rumbling concern that came with earthquakes and forest fires. He’d sat on a bus for a fucking decade to see some old historical fort bullshit and finally arrived for that? It was a cosmic joke. Except it wasn’t, because Tommy fucking planned it.
     

     

    Or, Hawkins High takes a field trip to Baltimore to see historical sites and Steve would rather jump out his hotel window.

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    29 Aug 2018