Two shitty teenagers fall in love in the 1980's and it's all uphill (and downhill) from there.
Usually, Billy was absolutely stoic when it came to everything. He didn't cry on his wedding day, not even when Susanna was born, but goddamn did he cry seeing her get married.
In which the Hawkins teens are camp counselors enjoying some down time.
TRAD de la fiction de User name 330 sur Ao3. Billy devrait être plus ennuyé. Il devrait être vraiment énervé, en fait. Cependant, il y avait quelque chose d'amusant dans toute cette situation. Comique même et curieusement, incroyable chaud. Et tout était dû à un Steve putain de Harrington ivre sur la banquette arrière de sa Camaro.
TRAD de la fiction de lbswasp sur Ao3. Les alphas et les omégas trouvent leurs partenaires grâce à l'odeur. Alors à quoi sert un alpha qui ne sent rien ?
On a regular day for once in the town of Hawkins, Billy Hardgrove enters the bank, only to get in the middle of a robbery in progress and be shot. While lying on the ground slowly dying in the chaos around him, Billy's mind only goes to one person: Steve.
TRAD de la fanfiction de flippyspoon sur Ao3. Steve et les enfants s'occupent de Billy après qu'il ai combattu le monstre.
If no one knew this small town had secrets, if his parents cared- hell, if /someone/ actually gave a shit, maybe he wouldn't be here. Being used like the punching bag he'd become. (TW mentions of abuse)