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S3 Everyone lives nobody dies!AU. On the way to find out where Soviet spy is

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Steve has a simple dream.

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Day 4: Candy cane

This is for the Billy Hargrove crowd.

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BILLY HARGROVE in STRANGER THINGS 3 ↳ Chapter Eight: The Battle at Starcourt

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color study

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it doesn’t count as kissing if you only use tongue

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Billy hargrove but he's different colors

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The unwillingness of Stranger Things fans to engage with Billy's story in a thoughtful, nuanced manner is symptomatic of a larger problem in how we treat survivors. When this attitude is applied to real survivors, it leads to systemic barriers that eventually kill them.

People are constantly bringing a Survival of the Fittest mentality to the discussion table when it comes to survivors of abuse, but "fittest" broadly means people who survived abuse in the most socially acceptable manner. Anyone who doesn't survive the way they're supposed to is deemed unworthy of it, and in the case that a survivor eventually does die due to what they have to endure then their death is celebrated for "proving" that bad survivors don't deserve to survive.

Even if you pay lip service to it, it's not enough to claim empathy for Billy as a survivor in your analysis while criticizing his actions if in the act of criticizing his actions, you project your prejudices towards survivors onto him. That includes placing blame onto him for things he did not say or do. That includes ignoring his circumstances. That includes blaming him for things he did not have agency over, such as the complete loss of bodily autonomy he explicitly suffers on screen.

There's a good reason why "nobody ever says" that Billy was physically abusive to Max because there is no evidence that Billy was physically abusing her, and we need to stop cheapening the word "abuse" to refer to any instance of violence. A fight is not abuse. The fact that Billy has gotten into physical altercations or even started them is no indication that Billy does or will abuse his sibling.

This belief that survivors who are reactive to perceived threats and to violence are abusive in their own lives is in fact harmful to survivors. I am not discounting the fact that survivors can become abusers. However, abuse involves a pattern of behavior that establishes power and control over a victim.

Any violence or cruelty towards Max is not excusable, but Billy does not continually physically abuse Max. If that was the story they wanted to tell, then we would have seen evidence of it. We didn't. He grabbed her wrist once and let her go. Any time he is on Max's case about where she is and what she is doing is because he is put in charge of her by their parents. We did in fact see the consequences of Max not "obeying" Billy - Billy gets beaten.

You cannot divorce Billy's attitude and behavior towards Max from the fact that her very presence jeopardizes his safety and survival. You also cannot ignore the fact that Max's parents are at fault for endangering her life if Billy did abuse her. But, there is no concrete evidence that Billy was abusing Max in the manner that some of you like to argue. The fact of the matter is that Billy wanted nothing to do with her and vice versa.

It is absolutely disingenuous and disgusting to then (mis)characterize Billy based on the possession of his body and striping of his agency to portray him as a physically and sexually abusive monster who preys on his sister when he consistently wants nothing to do with Max. You cannot be serious, and you cannot be trusted to talk about abuse survivors when you're more willing to fantasize about Max as a victim than you are willing to acknowledge all the ways in which Billy was systematically abused and controlled by his father, by the adult women preying on him, by the Mindflayer, by Vecna...

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Harringroveson Bones and All

For @now-showing-at-the-hawk-events Day 7 (and technically 9) Romance Movie/Horror Movie, Bones and All (2022)

Billy Hargrove always knew he was different from most people. His father never let him forget it. There was something *wrong* with him. Something he couldn't control. Billy was nine when he realized why his father looked at him like he was a monster.

It was a boy on his little league team. Joey Sandavol. They were walking home together when the other boy fell on the sidewalk and scraped his knee. Billy could smell the blood before he saw it. He watched the boy wince as he brought his leg up to his chest with a pained groan. That's when he felt it. An overwhelming hunger. Billy couldn't stop himself, his body lunging at the other boy as he buried his teeth in Joey's leg. He screamed, but Billy didn't care as he ripped into flesh and pulled. Blood was everywhere as things began to blur.

When he came to again, Billy was home. He sat on the couch in the living room as he heard his parents arguing in the kitchen. Looking down, Billy saw he was still covered in blood.

"-Neil, please, it's not his fault. He didn't know better!"

"Know better? Damn it, Cheryl, he almost killed that kid!" The sound of a fist hitting the wall made Billy instinctively jump. "God fucking damnit, if I'd known what you were, I would've never married you."

The fight devolved into screaming as Billy retreated into the bathroom and locked himself in, crying as he tried to wash the blood away. He was confused more than anything, but his mother disappeared into the night before he could ask any questions. He tried asking Neil questions about that day but stopped after the man backhanded him, telling him never to mention it again. For seven years, Billy was a normal boy again despite the constant hunger he felt. Then he met Duncan Wilson.

Duncan was funny. He always found a way to make Billy laugh, even on the bad days. When he asked to come over for a "study session," Billy was more than happy to agree. His father left with Susan for night which meant they had the house to themselves. Duncan made it easy to forget about his shitty dad and his shitty new wife as they kissed each other on Billy's mattress. The blonde's eyes were closed as the boy on top of him pressed closer to him when it hit him. The smell. God, the smell. A hunger stirred in Billy, and he felt it. The same feeling from years ago overwhelmed him as the kissing stopped when Billy bit into the other boy's lip.

Duncan screamed. The bite was hard enough to draw blood, only inciting the hunger more as things began to blur together. He remembered all of the blood. His teeth were tearing into flesh as the hunger was satiated for the first time in years. The bliss was overwhelming until he was snapped out of the trance by a new voice screaming at him. Billy's eyes focused again to see the bloody mess of viscera left on the floor. Looking up, he saw Max standing in the doorway. She was the one screaming. He'd completely forgotten about her.

It was a struggle, but Billy managed to stop himself from attacking his stepsister. Instead, he jumped out a window and began to run. Away from his family. His home. Himself.

That was almost a year ago, and Billy was still running. State to state, town to town, he ran away from everything. At eighteen years old, Billy had no goals except for making sure that his father couldn't find him. Billy knew if Neil Hargrove found him again, he would kill him. For his part, Billy thought he was doing a pretty good job of running, considering he was now in the middle of Bumfuck, Indiana. It was a small dive bar called "The Hideout." He was dressed in black skinny jeans and a loose fitting tank top. Easy bait for some creep to start hitting on him. The guy would ask to go to his car. And like that, Billy would get a meal and a ride to wherever the hell came next.

"Hey." A voice called out as they took a seat next to Billy at the bar top. "You're new here." The blonde turned, ready to up the charm when it hit him. The stranger didn't smell like everyone else. Billy blinked as he looked the man over. He seemed to be around the same age as the teen. The man's long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, showing off a band t-shirt that read Corroded Coffin. "The name's Eddie." He stuck a hand out. Billy was hesitant to take it.

"You're....like me." Was all that could come out.

"Sure am." Eddie grinned as he put the hand down. "Let me guess, you've never met anyone else like you."

"...ugh, yeah." Billy watched as an excited look crossed Eddie's face.

"That's fine. Just means you have a lot to learn." Eddie turned his barstool around to point at the dance floor. Specifically, another boy. He was dancing with an older balding man who looked almost completely wasted. "That's Steve. We come here to hunt every couple of weeks. Easy prey. We bring them back to his place for easy cleanup. Saves us having to move around all the time. Maybe you'd be interested." Eddie said as he leaned closer to Billy. "You look tired. We can help make things a lot easier for you, stranger." Billy made a face, thinking for a moment before speaking

"Billy."

"Hm?"

"My name's Billy."

"Well, Billy, how'd you like a free dinner?" Eddie asked as Billy's stomach growled, almost on cue. That...sounded nice...

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Oh boy! You hate Billy? Just wait until you see a kiss scene between him and Eddie Munson in Upside Down in season 5

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Do you have any more frat bro Billy art/headcanons?

Oh ABSOLUTELY I do.

Tells everyone he sells weed to fund his tuition, when really he got in to college on an academic scholarship

Despite being smart/studying this boy is WILD. He’s finally got a bit of freedom/has escaped his military style upbringing and is taking advantage of every second of it (but he still has the cleanest room in the flat)

Has convinced the frat to run weekly car washes throughout the summer so he can stare at wet boys the frat can make money for parties

When he first joined the frat, everyone thought he had a gf because he kept talking about going to visit “my girl”, but really that’s just his affectionate term for Max (he’d never call her that to her face though)

The frat lives in filth, but one weekend when Max came to visit he upturned the entire house and had it looking like a show home. He made them use COASTERS (cardboard ones stolen from a bar ofc)

Has a thing for brunettes (one in particular)

Body shots > solo cups

BIGGG ladies-man reputation because he stays out late af some nights, but really he’s studying in the library

Is constantly falling asleep in class, thanks to his study sessions:

If anyone else has Billy/Steve Harringrove Frat Boy AU headcanons PLEASE share them with me I beg

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I find it hilarious how Billy antis claim our only reason liking him is because he's hot. Like yeah he's attractive but the only reason? Come on bro.

You guys straight up simp for Karen and blindly defend her on the pure basis of being the parent to Nancy & Mike and being hot. You have nothing outside that to support or like this character in anyway.

They hate Billy for reasons that either aren't canon, valid or strong enough to have any weight to them.

I hate Karen for being a pointless character and disgusting creep to my favorite character. She's also the main reason why Billy died in the fucking first place but I'm wrong for liking Billy because he "durr racist"

baseless Interpretation = canon(apparently)

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Used

wc: 2.3k || rating: E || cw/tags: a/b/o dynamics, d/s dynamic, degradation, pain play (spanking, pinching), gagging, double penetration, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex, knotting, referenced domestic/child abuse, MDNI || ao3

I’m gonna be honest. I have mixed feelings about Billy Hargrove, but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone. So I present to you, shameless A/B/O Metal Sandwich smut.

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Everyone had always expected him to be an alpha. Hell, he’d been raised like one even before his presentation, his father refusing to accept anything else from his only son.

Nature had a way of ruining one’s expectations.

Staring up into the brown eyes of the leering alpha before him, the man’s cock thick and heavy and already dripping with precome begging to be licked and sucked clean, he couldn’t help but be so utterly thankful that nature gave him a tight little pussy instead.

Especially when strong hands fisted his hair from behind, jerking his head back so his neck arched to take in the second alpha at his back. A moan left him at the action, his pussy throbbing with fresh slick. He didn’t touch himself, however, no matter how much he longed to, how much it was almost painful to refrain.

“Such a good little slut, waiting so patiently to be filled,” the dark voice intoned above him. His hands tightened where they were resting on his thighs, kneeling on the ground as he waited for his alphas’ orders.

He knew he was lucky, having both of them. They took care of him, made him feel safe in a way he never felt with his family, and used him in just the way he always craved. In moments like this, he could let all the rest of it go and just be.

A whimper escaped when the heavy cock of one of his alphas tapped at his lips already plumped by teeth, dropping his jaw obediently and rolling out his tongue so his alpha’s cock could drag teasingly over the muscle. Saliva pooled, mixed with the salty precome, and dribbled down his chin.

“Always so fucking eager,” the alpha before him scoffed, mean and perfect, while the other pulled his hair harder. His slick had already made its way over his thighs, his body aching at being empty for so long. He knew better than to rush his alphas, however.

Sometimes, when he wanted to be punished, he would be a brat. But today he just wanted to be used however they wanted him. Wanted nothing more than to be their little slut and cum dumpster, or whatever else they wanted from him.

As the thick cock continued dragging on his tongue, pressing up against his palate over and over again, his other alpha reached around him to slide a hand over his chest, fingers reaching for his nipple and squeezing hard, tugging at the new bar that pierced through it, causing another sharp moan to leave him as his cocklet jerked and spurted out its own pre-release, pussy gushing out his pleasure.

His alpha’s cock left his tongue to slap him in the face, smearing the preejaculate there on his cheek with a small growl.

“You’re as noisy as a bitch in heat. You wanna be used like one too, slut?”

“Yes, alpha, please,” he whimpered. “Please use me. Please show me what a filthy slut I am.” His alphas grinned at each other, and he knew he answered the way he was supposed to. “Please fuck me.”

“Oh, we intend to, precious,” his alpha behind him whispered. He twisted the piercing between his fingers some more, smirking at the cry of pain-pleasure that caused. “What do you think, Stevie? Should we put this whore in his place and see just how much his little omega pussy can take?”

Steve grinned across at Eddie, his hand reaching out to roughly grip Billy’s jaw between his fingers harder enough to bruise. “Let’s make certain he doesn’t wake the neighbors, shall we?” With that dangerous gleam in his eyes that Billy loved so much, Steve forced his jaw open and shoved the soaked, filthy silk panties he’d made Billy wear earlier into his mouth.

Only when he released Billy did Eddie shove him to the ground, forcing his hips up in presentation. A sharp smack to his ass had Billy yelping against the panty gag in his mouth, as well as causing another rush of slick to coat his pussy in anticipation.

Steve moved around to watch as Eddie shoved three fingers deep inside Billy without any other preparation, grinning when Billy let out a muffled yell as his fingers scrambled against the rough rug below him. Like the whore he was, Billy pressed back against those fingers eagerly, wishing for more.

Eddie was, of course, a generous alpha. He roughly worked his fingers inside Billy, the wet sound of it filling the room amidst Billy’s moans. It wasn’t enough, however, couldn’t fill him as he needed, couldn’t go as deep. He moved to spread his knees wider, pushing back for all he could get.

“God. You really are a cock slut, aren’t you?” Steve scoffed, watching the display with a disinterested expression, but his eyes took in the sight of Eddie’s shiny fingers disappearing in his pussy with hunger. His large cock bobbed in the air in anticipation that Billy felt in his bones.

“Maybe we should just leave him like this in punishment. Leave his gaping pussy empty,” Eddie sneered, pulling his fingers out with a loud squelch. Before Billy could whine in complaint, however, his large hand was coming down and slapping his pussy hard, causing Billy to jerk forward with a high whine.

“Or maybe we should call Tommy, fuck him instead and make this slut watch.” Steve knelt down on the carpet, grabbing Billy by his curls and forcing his head back, tsking at the sight of the tears Billy couldn’t keep back any longer. “Pathetic.”

Steve rolled his eyes as though greatly put upon, letting out a heavy sigh. “Though we already have this one here. It’d be a pity to have to start over.”

“You’re too right,” Eddie agreed with a small groan as though equally annoyed. Another sharp sting of hand hitting Billy’s pussy caused him to cry out against his gag, rocking forward before pushing back for anything to fill how empty he was. “Might as well use this used up pussy for now.”

Yes, yes, yes, that was all Billy wanted at this moment. To be used and put in his place and shown just what a fucking slut he was for his alphas. He wanted to be good for them. His mind was already starting to go hazy with just the thought of them both inside him.

Eddie settled back on the pile of blankets they’ve shoved away to get Billy on the hard ground, watching Billy shiver with a small smirk as he slid his hand over his own thick cock before glancing up at Steve. “Make him work for it, honey.”

Steve released Billy’s hair to grin down at Eddie, and though Billy couldn’t see it properly, he could hear the way Steve swooped over to the other alpha to draw him into a filthy kiss, could hear the hiss of Eddie as Steve’s hand replaced his on his alpha cock, making Billy whine.

“Our whore is jealous, I think,” Steve breathed against Eddie’s lips. “Have we been too mean to him?”

A dark chuckle left Eddie that went straight to Billy’s core. “Maybe we ought to make up for it. Fill that tight little pussy. Then maybe fill his tight little ass too.”

Billy shuddered at that, his cocklet twitching madly at just that thought. He loved his pussy being filled, but he also loved his ass being filled too. He always felt so deliciously dirty and used up after that.

“Maybe if he’s a good boy,” Steve agreed, and then hands were in his hair again, pulling and dragging him around to face Eddie splayed against the remains of their temporary nest. “Can you be a good boy, pet?”

Billy nodded rapidly, uncaring of the way his hair tugged painfully in Steve’s grip.

“Prove it, slut. Take his fucking cock, all of it.”

Billy scrambled forward the second his hair was released, climbing into Eddie’s lap and not even hesitating for a second as he lined his alpha’s cock up before impaling himself in one swift glide all the way down. He threw his head back with a sharp keen as he felt his alpha spearing him open, sheathing his alpha fully with that one swift movement.

Eddie let out a groan of his own, his hands moving to Billy’s hips with bruising pressure. “You take my cock so well,” he groaned, sliding his feet to rest flat on the floor, bending his knees up to give him the needed lift to thrust up into Billy. “Show me how well you can ride me.”

Billy wasted no time with that, placing his hands flat on his alpha’s chest to behind rocking forward, thighs quivering as he rode his alpha fast and hard. Still, it wasn’t enough, however. Not when he could feel his other alpha watching from behind.

He whined and whimpered, needing more. Needing to be bred properly like the bitch he was, needed both his alphas inside him. Please, please, please please pleasepleaseplease—

The pop of a cap answered his prayers.

Billy cried out against the sodden gag in his mouth as he felt a strong hand push him forward against Eddie’s chest, and then two fingers cold with live were pressed up against his asshole. They only teased his hole for a moment before shoving their way inside, causing Billy to choke on the panties in his mouth as an orgasm ripped through him.

“Fucking slut,” Eddie chuckled darkly against his ear. “Couldn’t even get another cock in you before you blew.” He glanced over Billy’s shaking shoulder at Steve. “I think he needs to be punished.”

Steve smirked down at Eddie, sliding his hand from Billy’s back to curl against the back of Eddie’s neck to draw him forward, ignoring Billy between them as he brought Eddie in for a kiss.

“Let’s make him feel us tomorrow,” Steve agreed on a breath as they parted. “If he wants to act like a slut, I’ll treat him like one.”

That was all the warning Billy received before Steve’s fingers were removed from his ass, at the same time Eddie pulled the soaked panties from his mouth. Eddie’s fingers immediately replaced them, pressing down on his tongue until he gagged. Then, slick with lube, Steve’s cock pushed him.

Billy screamed against Eddie’s fingers, feeling split in two in a wholly new way as Eddie’s cock continued rocking up into his pussy and Steve pushed deep into his asshole. His eyes rolled back as he all but collapsed fully against Eddie as his two alphas fucked into him, his own cocklet hard once more.

Delicious pain and never ending pleasure were all he could acknowledge as he was filled and used and stretched around his alphas, drool pooling out around Eddie’s fingers that had started fucking his mouth with them too. Spoken about like he wasn’t even there, just an insignificant toy used by his alphas for their own pleasure.

It was hard and it was brutal and it was perfect.

“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie groaned beneath him.

“Fill him, baby,” Steve moaned behind him, his pace quickening as thrust into him with more and more abandon. “Fill his dirty little pussy up for me. Come with me, baby.”

Eddie growled, shoving Billy down hard on his cock until his growing knot popped inside, and then he was coating Billy’s insides with his seed in a flood of warmth. Almost immediately after, Steve thrust in hard against him, his own knot popping inside his asshole, and as both his alphas filled him with their love, Billy’s vision whited out before going dark.

An unidentified time later, Billy slowly came too with a groan of pain, feeling his pussy, ass, and jaw throb with exquisite aches. Almost immediately he felt gentle hands stroking over his back, his sides, pushing his hair out of his face so soft lips could brush over his brow, cheeks, nose, and jaw.

“You were so good for us, sweetheart,” Steve’s voice rumbled quietly from below him. “So perfect for us, our perfect omega.”

Eddie pressed against Billy’s back, soothing him with his own murmured praise as Billy slowly came back to himself.

“Is that what you wanted, darling? Do you feel better now?” Eddie wanted to know, nosing behind his ear as Steve cupped Billy’s cheek with a worried gaze.

“Were we too rough with you?”

A sleepy, content smile curled at Billy’s lips, and he snuggled in deeper against his alpha’s chest as he grabbed his other alpha’s hand to wrap around him more firmly. He could tell his alphas had cleaned him up, had relocated him into Steve’s bed the three of them were now curled up in. He never felt so loved.

“That was perfect, alphas,” he slurred a little, still a little too blissed out from everything.

He had come over to Steve’s after another argument with his father, thankful Eddie was already there, and told his alphas exactly what he needed to feel better. As always, they were more than happy to provide Billy with what he needed.

There were times that he craved something gentler, sweeter, but sometimes he just needed to be used and forget about everything else. His alphas always provided him that. Always provided him with everything.

There were also tentative talks of moving in together, after graduation. Of starting a real family, the three of them. And maybe, a little further down the road, maybe a few pups too.

Billy let out a content, happy sigh as he cuddled between his alphas. He’d feel the night’s activities for several days, he could tell, would be reminded of his alphas’ love for him with every twinged muscle and throb of a bruise, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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This might not be strictly Steddie but it’s part of it so…

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This will probably be the only Harringroveson I ever write, so if it’s not your jam, feel free to ignore this 😅

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Nothing but respect for this brave soldier 🫡

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Steve's got big, big plans for the three of them if Eddie will just get on board.