#billy hargrove x tommy hagan

[sadhours]

infected boys 2

billy hargrove x steve harrington

cw: 18+ minors dni, first person pov, internalized homophobia, smut, tommy hagan/billy hargrove, oral sex

summary: billy makes a move, steve doesnt feel the same way

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“Show at The Hideout,” I tell him, fucking with my zippo.

He’s sitting on my bed, back against the wall and ankles hanging over the edge of my mattress. Looks sad.

“Can I tag along?” Steve does his best impression of a puppy dog. Big eyes. Pouted lips. I narrow my eyes at him from over my shoulder.

“It’s not really your scene,” I inform him, reaching for my bottle of Aquanet to spray some finishing touches on my bangs. “It’s a metal show.”

Steve groans, I can see him kick his feet like a toddler in the mirrors reflection. Makes me smile, turning to him completely as he knocks the back of his head against my wall, “I’m bored. Please.”

I put my hand on my belt as I keep smiling at him. Steve wants to spend time with me and that realization is pretty exciting. He looks at me with furrowed brows, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

I laugh, loud and my chest rumbles with it, “‘Cause you’re eighteen and throwing a fit like a petulant little brat.”

“I don’t even know what that word means,” Steve rolls his eyes and kicks his feet again for good measure, “Just let me come with. There’s nothing else going on tonight.”

I scoff, “It describes you perfectly. You got a fake ID to even get in?”

Steve’s face flushes, “I’m kind of too known around here to have one. But I’ve gone there before. They serve me.”

I turn back to the mirror, picking up my cologne and splashing a bit on my fingers before dabbing it on my neck and chest, “Hard to imagine you at a place like that.”

He shrugs, stands up from the bed and wanders behind me. Snatches the cologne out of my hands and brings the bottle to his nose, “This stuff smells as cheap as it is.”

I scowl as I tug it out of his hand, “Not helping your case here, asshole. Besides, I get compliments on it. You gotta rely on your daddy’s bank account to get chicks?”

I know it’s not true, ‘cause Harrington’s as pretty as they come. And to chicks, it’s all about the hair and Steve has the best head of it in this shit town. His bimmer helps too, I’m sure.

“No, but it helps,” he rests his chin on my shoulder as he looks at my reflection in the mirror. My face reddens from it and I know Harrington can see it. Makes my whole body tense and I get the urge to push him off but I don’t, because I can feel his breath fanning against my neck as he says, “C’mon. Lemme come. I’ll buy your drinks.”

I chew on my lower lip, stare him down in the mirror because this feels like a come on but Steve’s straight. There’s no way that’s what this is. If it was, he’d grab my waist and he’s not so… what the hell is he doing? Finally, I gather some fucking self control and shrug his chin off of me.

“Fine, Harrington,” I groan and wind my elbow back to knock him in the chest, “You’re such a whiny little shit.”

He grunts from the impact, steps a couple of feet back and rubs his chest. Then he’s smiling and I kinda wanna hit him again.

“Can’t wear that shit, though,” I say as I reach for my pack of smokes, pinching a cigarette out and perching it between my lips. “You look like an ad for the fucking Gap.”

“That’s where I got this shirt,” Steve admits, looking a bit ashamed as he peers down at his striped polo.

Shaking my head, I light my smoke and then walk back to my closet. Scan for options for the guy. For some reason, I really can’t imagine him in a button up. So I settle for a worn black shirt. One I usually work out in, tug it off the hanger and toss it at him. Next, is pants, I’d rather be dead than be caught with a guy in khakis. Black Levi’s I never wear, mostly ‘cause they got a gnarly hole in the ass but that fits for tonight and for Steve. So I toss them at him too before I look down at his feet. Nikes.

“What size shoe are you?” I ask him.

Steve looks like he can’t remember. I confirm it as he sits on the edge of my bed and takes his shoe off, folds back the tongue and looks at the label. Does his mom do all his shopping? How does this man not know his shoe size?

“Uh, 9 and a half,” he says.

“Huh, me too,” I say, suspiciously as I grab my Chucks and hand them over. “Alright, wear that and you can come with.”

“Is this really necessary?” Steve asks with a raised brow.

I blink at him, completely serious as I say, “I’m not walking around with you wearing an outfit your mom picked out. It’s a metal show, Steve. You can’t wear khakis and a polo. I’d have to kick your ass. Keep up my cred.”

Steve makes a face as he takes off his other shoe and then moves to unbutton his khakis and yeah, okay, I’m watching. “What cred do you even have? The fuck does that mean?”

I lean back against my dresser, eyes still on him as he stands and peels his polo off midst wiggling out of his pants. I look at his chest hair. Part of me jealous I can’t grow that much and the other part of me turned on by the tuft of hair. I cross my arms, “I got plenty of cred. People respect me.”

His eyes roll dramatically as he steps into my jeans. His thighs don’t fill them out like mine do but as he turns to pick up the black t-shirt, I notice his ass does. God, it’s gonna make the tear in the jeans bigger. The shirts baggier on him. I’m built thicker than him. Steve doesn’t work out like I do. He goes on runs but doesn’t lift any weights. He sits back on the bed to put on my converse.

He stands and his hair is coiffed too perfectly. And I do something I shouldn’t, because it makes me feel hot with arousal but I snake my fingers into the thick hair and shake it around, messing it up. I like the way his hair feels. I wanna pull it. So I do, to be a dick but Steve hums and when I pull back we just look at each other, blinking and silent.

“We should go,” I mumble out.

“Uh,” he clears his throat and nods, “yeah.”

We take separate cars to his house, just ‘cause I wanna drive and Dad’ll bitch about Harrington leaving the BMW there. So he parks in his driveway and runs over to my car, slides in the front seat and looks at me with a wide smile. Like a fucking golden retriever waiting for a treat. Steve’s excited I let him tag along. It’s pretty cute but I reach over and shove his face.

“Stop looking so happy or I’ll kick you to the curb,” I grumble, “At least try to fit in.”

“What? Metalheads don’t smile?” Steve quips back with a sarcastic frown.

I grab a cigarette and perch it on my lip, light it with my zippo and mumble around the filter, “Nope.”

When we get there, they ask for my ID but let Steve in with no problem. Makes me scowl at him as they fasten the paper wristband on him and then we immediately head to the bar. Take a pair of shots and clink our beer bottles together. I drag him into the crowd as the first band is coming out. The singer screeches into the mic, loud and shrill and it hits me right in the chest. This kind of shit makes me feel something. The guitars wail alive, followed by bass and drums. Has me bouncing on my feet and rocking my head back and forth. Distracts me from the preppy boy who begged to follow me tonight.

The crowd sways violently with the music, pushing Steve and I with it and I grip tightly onto my beer, try to gulp some of it down but Steve gets knocked into me and I spill it down my chest. But I don’t care. I’m buzzing and jumping along. Head banging with the best of ‘em.

Then Steve’s hand is clenching my shirt and his lips are against my ear as he yells into it, “It’s really loud.”

I look at him like he’s stupid because really, the hell did he expect? “No shit, Sherlock!” I yell back and watch as Steve’s face scrunches up in a wince as he gets knocked into again.

And this is fucking stupid, because I feel bad. This isn’t his thing and as much as I’m enjoying myself, I can tell Steve isn’t and I want him too. So I grab onto his shirt and pull him out of the crowd and out of the bar. Into the parking lot where people are just hanging out by their cars. We toss our now empty beer bottles and walk to my car.

“Sorry— that’s like, insane in there,” Steve mumbles and looks ashamed, or guilty?

“Told ya, pretty boy,” I lean against my car and spark up another smoke, “Not your scene.”

“Yeah… that’s for sure,” he sighs and leans next to me, “I should’ve brought my car.”

“Nah,” I shake my head and pass him my smoke, he takes it and his fingers are shaking as he brings it to his lips. “We can go find some other trouble to get into. Nice and quiet for you, pussy.” I grin with the insult, so he knows I’m joking.

“The quarry is always quiet,” he mumbles out, crossing his arms and I nod slowly, taking the cigarette from him and rounding the trunk of my car.

“Let’s go, then,” I tell him.

And we spend the rest of the night at the quarry, until the sun comes up. Just shooting the shit and laughing at nothing. Steve lets me crash at his place.

—

Tommy’s basement is musty as hell. Don’t think his mother’s been down here since he turned 15 ‘cause he leaves his porn stash out along with a roll of toilet paper and a bottle of lotion. Funny, Dad doesn’t want a fag for a son but he’d still whoop my ass if I ever left out of my skin mags. I mean, it don’t take much for him to whoop my ass but the irony ain’t lost on me.

Steve’s busy which is the only reason I’m even at Tommy’s. He’s leaving for college soon. It’s a wonder how he got in somewhere but Steve didn’t. I didn’t even try. Dad’ll only let me attend the community college or a trade school. If I can’t leave Hawkin’s then there’s no point in going to school. At least Steve’ll be stuck here too.

“You been brown nosing Harrington a lot,” Tommy says as he watches me roll a spliff. I’m bound to get a headache, the weeds dry and I spent ten minutes picking out stems from it.

“You sound jealous,” is all I reply with. Tommy’s got a real hard on for King Steve. And he’s absolutely shit at hiding it. Brings him up in like ninety percent of conversations.

Tommy scoffs, crossing his freckle covered arms over his chest as he kicks his feet up on the coffee table. Knocks off his bottle of lotion but doesn’t move to pick it back up. “Yeah, right. Guys’ fucking lame, now. What the hell do you guys even do?”

I pout as I glance at Tommy, make my eyes as wide and sorrowful as I can muster, “Sad you’re not invited? That it?”

“No. Steve doesn’t even party now,” Tommy huffs, “I’m sure he’s fucking boring.”

“Can you go like one day without talking about Harrington?” I bite back, “Swear to god, you’re like obsessed with him.”

“You bring him up a lot too,” Tommy mumbles and then we both sit there silently like a couple of idiots. But it’s like Tommy gets it or something because he sighs and says, “oh” all dejectedly.

So now we’re two pathetic fucks in love with a straight boy who has no fucking clue. And we both know it.

“What do you guys do?” Tommy asks, quieter than before.

I frown, licking up the side of the rolling paper before sealing the joint and bringing it to my lips, “Nothing.”

I light it, close my eyes as I inhale and tilt my head back when I exhale. The weed tastes old but it’s Indiana. Never as good as the shit back home.

“Nothing?”

“We get stoned, we get drunk, we play basketball,” I list off, “Sometimes we watch movies. He doesn’t like scary ones. We’ve watched Terminator like a hundred times.”

“Steve and I used to do that,” Tommy sounds sad so I hand him the spliff. He takes it and can’t make eye contact with me.

“He’s fun,” I say.

“Yeah,” Tommy sighs.

We silently smoke the spliff, sip on our beers in between. Harrington’s heavy on both our minds. I feel all gooey inside thinking about the fucker and from the screwed up expression on Tommy’s face, I know he’s bitter. Butthurt and jealous. Bogarts the joint like a fucking asshole and I keep having to remind him to share. Even if it’s his weed. I rolled it. Tommy can’t roll for shit, told me Harrington would do it for them. I get it and I almost feel bad for the fucker. Steve’s dreamy. He’s good company. He’s all I can think about— he’s all Tommy can think about and that might be more pathetic than me. ‘Cause these fucks have known each other their whole lives. And when Steve talks about Tommy, it’s like he feels sorry for him. But Tommy’s nothing but wound up anger when it comes to Harrington. Anger that Steve didn’t like him back like that.

“You seen Harrington’s spank bank?” I ask, curious if they did what he and I did.

Tommy smiles fondly, sinks further into the couch as his cheeks swell and ruddy, “Yeah. Helluva collection. I was with him when he got his first Playboy. Snatched it from his dad.”

“It’s so organized,” I reply softly, thinking about how my stash is pathetic compared to the both of them. Because I’d rather look at dudes and Tommy is fine with cranking it to women.

Tommy laughs, “He bookmarks his favorite pages. It’s kind of creepy.”

I chew on my lip, wishing Harrington was. Wish he was a fucking faggot, degenerate like I am. Like Tommy is.

“Speaking of,” Tommy sits up, squeezes his knees with his hands and asks, “Wanna put on a tape?”

I look at him, breathe slowly. How do I tell him this shit? Do I even have to? I just wanna jerk off to Harrington these days. I’m not gonna get hard from a straight porno.

“Nah, Tommy,” I shake my head and ignore how rejected he looks. The weeds giving me a headache. I just wanna go home suddenly. But dad’s there and I can’t be stoned in front of him. So I gotta wait until the high wears off.

—

Steve’s parents are away for a weekend. He asks me to spend the night. Says he rented some movies from the video store. But when I actually get to his house, he’s got a record on. Some pop music. He’s got a bunch of juice, fruit, alcohol and cups on the counter. Sways his hips with the music as he cuts up a lime. I’m sure he’s gotten an early start with the booze. Face flushed like it gets when Steve’s drinking. His hair falls down in front of his face and he shakes his head to push it away. The suns lightened his hair, these lighter strands highlighting the thick chestnut locks and fuck, I love it. He’s pretty. Smiles at me as he shakes his hips, I get an eyeful of Harrington’s ass as I round the counter. It’s shockingly fat compared to the rest of him. I rest my elbows on the counter as I look over at the mess he’s making.

“You trying to be a bartender, Harrington?” I tease, looking up at him as his cheeks swell with a smile.

“Something like that,” he slurs, only slightly though. His eyes look so green from the sun shining in the kitchen window. It’s gross. It’s disgusting how fucking cute he looks. Wearing a plain white t-shirt and his retired Hawkins High gym shorts. I wonder if he’s been in the pool today. The red in his face might be a sunburn and not the tequila.

“Wanna try one?” he offers, sliding by me to retrieve ice cubes from the freezer. I get a whiff of him as he passes by and my eyes almost roll back. Steve’s fucking rank but in the sexiest way. What the hell was he doing before I got here? How did he work up so much of a sweat?

“Sure. What have you been doing, Steve?” I ask, chuckling softly, “You smell like a dirty gym bag.”

A dirty gym bag I’d risk getting Athlete’s foot on my dick rutting against.

“I went on a run!” Steve explains, eyes wide and happy as he starts dropping ice cubes in a coup glass. “It was nice, really got a great runners high.”

“Had to take a shot of tequila to come down?”

Steve’s eyes narrow at me, “Billy, if you’re just gonna judge my lifestyle choices, you can go back home.”

“I’m teasing you, pretty boy. Gimme a shot,” I make grabby hands at him, “Lemme get on your level.”

Steve pours me a shot, but pours himself one too. We cheers before we take them. Mama Harrington buys good tequila. Doesn’t leave a bitter taste in my mouth, barely burns down the throat. Steve finishes mixing my cocktail and I hum as I sip it.

“Might have a career ahead of ya, Harrington,” I tell him honestly. “It’s good.”

“I just made it up,” he babbles off an explanation of how he’s made the drink and I’m full of this overwhelming feeling. I wanna kiss Harrington. I wanna pin him against the counter and kiss him stupid. Wanna shove my nose in his armpits and feel him all over. God I’m so disgusting. This is bad. This is so bad.

“Shut up, I don’t care,” I seethe, looking at his lips. They’re so pink and pretty.

“Oh… okay,” Steve visibly deflates.

I fucked up. He was excited about this and I ruined it because I’m fucking gay for him. And mad that I am. I down the cocktail and set it down, “Got any beer?”

“Yeah, in the fridge,” Steve waves his hand and starts to clean up his mess. Brings the dishes to the sink and doesn’t look at me.

I walk over to the record player and turn it off, I know Steve doesn’t own anything good so I’d rather not listen to music. Then I go and pour two more shots, “C’mere. One more shot and we can watch that movie.”

Steve obeys me, still looks all deflated when he stands before me and holds up the shot glass. We down them and stand there, just looking at each other. He looks like a puppy dog. He’s pretty. He’s handsome. Hate how much I like the fucker. But he’s just staring at me. And this ain’t some pissing contest. We’re friends now. So I’m stupid because I think Steve wants to kiss me too.

I lean in, grab hold of Harrington’s waist and crash my lips into his. And fuck. Fuck. Oh shit. I’m kissing Steve. I’m fucking kissing Steve. His lips are soft and… and they’re not kissing back. But he’s not pulling away so I keep kissing him. Try to slip him some tongue and that’s when he pushes me back.

“Oh, Billy…” his eyes are all shiny, “I’m… I’m not gay.”

I close my eyes, take a deep breath and the idiot keeps babbling on.

“But I’m okay with it! Robin’s gay and she’s my best friend! I’m okay with it, really!”

I don’t say anything. Open my eyes and look at him briefly, before I head for the door. Ignoring the way I can feel the tequila. All I can feel is the rejection and the fact I just outed myself to Steve. I slam the door behind me, not looking back before getting into the Camaro and driving off.

—

I don’t see him for a week. Not until I’m dropping Max off at the arcade. And he’s out front with his gaggle of kids. Smiling and laughing with them. He even waves to me when I pull up but I pretend I can’t see him. I tell Max I’ll be back in a couple hours.

Spend most of my time with Tommy and the fucker can tell something’s up.

“Something happen between you and Harrington?”

“Yeah, he’s a fucking loser,” I mumble, playing with my zippo and pouting. Harrington is a loser. A cute, handsome fucking loser.

Tommy claps his hand on my shoulder, “Glad you see it, now.”

I see it the same way he does. We don’t mention how we were both rejected by the guy. Not a single conversation about how we’re in love. How Steve is pretty and grand and still the fucking King. How a guy like that can never really lose the title. I’m fucking sad about it. Lay awake at night, kicking myself for kissing Harrington. For thinking he was fucking flirting this whole time. I call him. Every fucking night and when his sleepy voice picks up, I slam the phone back on the receiver.

“Yeah,” I mumble. “Such a pussy.”

Tommy sucks his teeth, shakes his head and tells me, “You should’ve met him before Nancy. She really changed him. Carol worshiped Steve. Ya know how hard it is to get Carol to worship you?”

“What? He eat her out?” I ask, rolling my eyes and Tommy’s body stiffens. Oh. Steve did, Steve absolutely ate Carol out. Heather wasn’t fucking around. He got the whole vagina owning graduating class.

“Maybe.”

“Heather wasn’t lying,” I scoff and laugh. “Fuck that guy. Weak for some mediocre pussy. Nancy isn’t even that hot.”

“She’s not hot at all!” Tommy raises his voice, jealousy taking over him. It’s kind of cute. I bite my lip. If I can’t have Steve, maybe a fun time with Tommy’ll do.

I knock my ankle into his, “Hey, let’s put on a tape. I’m bored.”

Tommy moves fast, scrambles to slam a VHS tape in the VCR. It’s in the middle, stopped whenever Tommy came. A couple, in a backyard. On a blanket on grass and the guys eating out the woman. I think of Steve. Assume Tommy did too.

I scoot over, thigh flush against Tommy’s once he sits back down. I put my hand on his knee, smooth it up his thigh and turn to look at him. Tommy’s cute. I like his freckles and his lips. So I lean in and kiss the corner of them. He’s quick, moving his head to capture my lips in his. Tommy lets me know he’s desperate with his mouth and I haven’t really kissed a guy since I was home and I.. I hate that I prefer it.

I kiss him deeper, slip him some tongue and squeeze his thigh. The fucker moans into my mouth, sucks on my tongue and turns his body so we’re facing each other. I reel back so Tommy can lay against the armrest and I crowd in between his thighs, cup his jaw as I keep kissing him. Grind down against him and he’s grabbing handfuls of my ass. I’m getting hard, trying not to imagine it’s Steve under me.

He writhes against me, it’s heady. Makes me feel powerful. Wonder if I’m the first guy Tommy’s fooled around with. Can’t imagine him and Steve doing this because it turns me on like nothing else. I pull back and ask him, “You and Steve kiss?”

“Once,” he whispers, pulling me down on him closer. Rolls his hips up.

“You watch him eat Carol out?” I ask.

“Uh huh,” he nods, smoothes his hand up my back and pulls me back down for another kiss. “Jerked off while I watched,” he mumbles into my mouth.

My hips jerk forward on their own volition. I bite Tommy’s lip and pull his hair, eyes on his when I ask, “You ever suck dick?”

“N-no,” he stutters out.

“Want to?”

“Please.”

I pull back and sit against the cushions, “C’mon then.”

Tommy sinks to the ground between my legs, fingers fumbling with my buttons but he manages to get my pants off. Bats his eyelashes up at me, like he’s seen Carol do, I think.

I knit my fingers in his hair and roll my hips up, “Suck my cock, Tommy.”

He groans, it’s low and guttural and I help him get my underwear down. My cock springs out, excited and leaking at the promise of another man’s lips around it. He grabs it, hard. Squeezes the base of it and I moan, letting myself relax. Tommy won’t tell anyone. He can’t admit he did this.

Tommy’s lips are pretty and pink as they wrap around the head of my cock. I’m met with the warm wetness of his tongue. Rubbing against my head. It’s ten fold better than a woman. Tommy’s cute and I forget about Steve for a while. It's easy to be into this. I grab another handful of Tommy’s hair and coax him further along my cock. Groaning when I do and he returns it, voice vibrating along my cock and I feel it in my sack. Can’t help but jerk up at his face, pushing further down his throat.

His hands grab my thighs, lets my hand guide him up and down. Keeps blinking up at him. I don’t last long. Shooting down his throat and he gags with it, spitting my spunk over my cock as he pulls off of it.

“Stand up,” I tell him and he listens. “Get your dick out.”

Tommy’s all dumb, struggling to get his jeans and underwear down to his thighs and I sit up straight as he gets his cock out. I wrap my fingers around the base, hold him steady and get my lips on him. Suck at the head, keep squeezing the base, not allowing myself to imagine Steve because then I’m really gonna suck his cock. And Tommy’s a lot smaller than Steve. But his freckles go all the way down to his cock and I dig it. Think that’s cute. I give him the best fucking head he’s had. Swallow his cum and then feel disgusting after. But the high’s worn off and I have to pick Max up.

Steve’s still there when I get there. I hold his eye contact this time. Flip him off when he waves.

“Why aren’t you hanging out with Steve anymore?” Max asks once we’re a block from the arcade.

I snort, light up a smoke and exhale it right in the little brats face, “None of your fucking business, shitbird.”

“He asked how you were doing,” she mumbles, body almost completely facing the passenger door. And she says it so quietly I barely heard her.

And alright, that’s a strange feeling in my stomach. I just laugh though and for some reason, I tell her, “Dude’s such a fucking faggot.”

But maybe I’m talking about myself.

Max doesn’t say anything else.

—

There’s Steve. A woman on his arm. Why he took her to this diner is laughable. I’m in a booth with Carol and Tommy. We make eye contact as him and the blonde sit down. Steve’s facing me and I can see the back of his date’s head. Her perms cheap and the bleach has fried he hair. Steve wears a striped shirt. His eyes don’t move past me or his date. Won’t look at Tommy or Carol but we all meet him with shit eating grins. Ready to fuck with him.

“Harrington bringing his date here instead of Enzo’s?” Carol cackles, “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”

“Fucking pathetic,” Tommy agrees.

I frown and pick up a handle of fries, “Harrington knows a cheap whore when he sees one. Picky with daddy’s mastercard.”

Carol and Tommy giggle and I stretch arms over the back of the booth, eyes locked on the pretty ones that belong to Harrington. Chewing rudely on the fries as I formulate my next move. I’m gonna fuck up his date. I just have to figure out how.

I feel the bitter sting of jealousy as I stare at the mess of permed hair taking Steve’s attention. Can’t help but think he’s into blonde curls and how mine are natural and not from a bottle. His body language is anxious. Eyes keep darting from the slut to me. I lick my lips before smirking, showing him my teeth. I wanna walk up, slink into the booth beside Harrington and kiss him filthy. Grab his junk and make out with him in front of this bitch. Hate her because she has something Steve wants. And I’ve been staring at my dick in the mirror, pissed it’s not what Steve’s into.

I light a cigarette, suck on it harshly, hollow my cheeks out. Wonder what he’s been saying about me to his posse of preteens. The jealous and anger bubbles up so much I find my feet stalking over to the couple. I do sit beside Steve and get a good look at this bitches face. It’s pretty. I haven’t fucked her and I wonder if I could steal her out from under Steve right now.

“Hiya, doll,” I wink at her before stretching my arm around Steve’s shoulders. “Nice date?”

She looks stoked, eyes like stars on Steve and I grip his shoulder, pulling him closer as I turn my head to face him, “Why wouldn’t it be? He has it all. Great hair, pretty face and the richest parents in this shithole.”

“I’m having fun,” she giggles out, eyes locked on Steve fucking Harrington. And why wouldn’t they be. His skins clear, bright and so soft. I wanna lick his face as I look at him too.

“I bet you are,” I smirk, move my hand to the back of Steve’s head and card my fingers in his hair, “Maybe he can bring you home and show you his freak porn collection.”

“What?” The girls face falls.

“Oh, yeah. Big ‘ol tub of it. Organized very precisely,” I tell her, unable to hide the grin spreading across my face. I tug on his hair. He looks pissed. “He uses sticky notes as his bookmarks. Man jerks off like the IRS is gonna come audit his spank bank. Huh, Stevie Boy?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve mumbles.

“He’s being humble. Must’ve spent a fortune on the collection,” I say as I use my grip on his hair to shake his head. I move my hands to the table and lift myself up, “You kids have fun, now!”

I walk back towards Tommy and Carol and sink back down in the booth, watching as Steve’s date rushes away from their table and the lanky boy follows,

“What did you do?!” Carol squeals, cheeks fluffy and swollen from joy.

“Told her about his killer porn collection,” I say, reaching for my glass of coke with a satisfied smile.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

YOU MADE A FOOL OF DEATH WITH YOUR BEAUTY

A/N: HERE IT FINALLY IS!!!! I put so much blood, sweat, and tears into this fic, for real. This one is my baby. A Jennifer's Body AU where Billy Hargrove plays the role of Jennifer. Be sure to pay attention to the content warnings - there are horror themes and smut ahead, so MDNI, 18+ only as usual! 💕 Huge thank-yous to @b1tchygh0sts for giving me the title in an ask game which inspired this fic to even exist, and again to her and @mrprettywhenhecries for reading my draft and encouraging me to keep going!! ily both, and thank you for making this fic possible! 🥰 CONTENT WARNINGS: smut, Billy Hargrove x Tommy Hagan, Billy Hargrove x Jason Carver, tw!vomit, tw!blood, tw!broken bones, oral (m receiving), and denim on denim grinding (if I forgot any, please let me know!!)

Song: Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge WC - 7.2k Read on Ao3 | Master List

YOU MADE A FOOL OF DEATH WITH YOUR BEAUTY

A hand burst through the mud in the darkness, rain splattering all around the earth, cleansing its skin as it raked back handful after handful of fresh dirt until a second hand could break through. It was less than a couple of minutes before the man was able to push himself up out of the ground and stand, shaking the filth off and opening his mouth to the sky to catch as many raindrops as possible.

He was so thirsty.

Taking one last look at the bleak hole he emerged from, he smirked at his headstone: WILLIAM HARGROVE, MAR. 29, 1967 - JUL. 4, 1985, GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN. He started toward the cemetery exit in search of sustenance, his heavy boots squelching in the mud with each step he took.

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“What the hell?” Steve heard a noise at his back door. His parents were out of town, and no one was supposed to be coming over, but you never knew when Robin or Eddie might show up without warning.

Moving to the glass slider, he pushed the curtain to the side, peering out into the empty darkness. He saw nothing. He let the curtain fall back into place and turned back into the living room only to hear the noise again. It sounded like footsteps on the back porch. He retraced his steps, moving the curtain to the side once more and saw –

BOOM! Steve yelped, jumping backwards as a palm pounded against the glass door. He wanted to scream, to run, to fight, but he was frozen where he stood as if invisible hands were gripping his ankles from under the plush carpet. He looked past the dirt covered hand pressed to the glass, and the blood in his veins ran cold.

“Billy?” It was impossible. They buried him yesterday. Billy gripped the handle to the sliding glass door with his free hand and pulled, the lock preventing the door from opening more than half an inch.

Steve heard a low growl followed by a metallic snap as the lock’s latch popped up, and Billy pulled the sliding door open slowly. Steve staggered back a couple of steps as Billy entered the living room dripping grime and rainwater all over the carpet, tracking black muddy footprints with every step.

Billy didn’t say a word as he sauntered past Steve and into the kitchen, his wet boots squeaking across the tile as he wrenched open the fridge. Steve couldn’t think straight. He moved cautiously into the kitchen, watching in terror as Billy knelt down in front of the refrigerator, rummaging through its contents, taking ravenous bites out of everything he could get his hands on.

He pulled a thawing raw steak off of a plate, tearing at the meat with his teeth, swallowing every last bite, and snapping the bone with his bare hands when he was finished just to toss it on the floor behind him.

After a few minutes of Billy gorging himself on food, Steve heard a snap, crack, fizz as Billy cracked a beer, chugging the entire thing, letting the frothy liquid dribble down his chin to his neck, to his chest, some of it landing in little droplets on the steak bones littering the floor. Billy crushed the can in one hand and turned to face Steve, the light from the refrigerator silhouetting him as he sighed in discomfort.

“Billy?” Steve asked again, his voice almost a whisper as his throat tightened with fear. Again, Billy said nothing. He took a single step back before Steve heard a rumbling and a gurgling sound, and Billy opened his mouth. A thick, black, tar-like substance spewed from his mouth, covering the tile, the steak bones, and the toes of Billy’s boots.

The smell was a mix of sulfur and decay, almost activating Steve’s gag reflex as his insides swam and he covered his nose and mouth with the sleeve of his sweater. The amount of liquid leaving Billy’s body was insurmountable as it sizzled and steamed on the floor, dissolving the steak bones into the gelatinous abyss.

Steve swore he saw the tar on the floor moving, swirling, growing spikes that lifted and fell in an eerie rhythm when Billy’s projectile spew finally ceased, and the kitchen was too quiet for comfort. All Steve could do was continue to stare as Billy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked, a dark laugh leaving his throat that seemed to echo from everywhere.

All of a sudden, Billy lunged at Steve, slamming a hand into his chest, forcing his back against the wall, causing a picture to fall and shatter next to Steve’s feet which were lifted inches off the ground.

Billy leaned in close, using his free hand to smooth Steve’s chocolate brown hair away from his tear-filled eyes before touching his nose to the goosebumps on Steve’s neck and taking in a deep breath, surveying the scent of honey shampoo and expensive cologne before finally speaking to him.

“Are you scared, Harrington?” Steve whimpered as his tears spilled over and slid down his cheeks, and nodded his head yes. He could feel Billy’s wet, gritty curls brushing against the side of his face as cold teeth grazed the flesh of his neck and nipped playfully.

Billy smiled against his skin and softly licked a stripe up where he had bitten, feeling the fear emanating off of him – smelling it, even – as Steve trembled in his grasp, soft sobs escaping his chest.

As quick as Steve had been pinned against that wall, Billy let him go, causing him to fall to the ground with a loud thud, and the squeak of boots could be heard fading away as the man moved from the kitchen, to the hallway, to the entryway, and out the front door. Steve covered his mouth and let himself cry, fearing to move in case Billy – or whatever that was – came back for him.

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Steve was absent from work the next day. Eddie stood at the counter of Family Video trying to convince Robin to cancel his late fees. A few other people were browsing the aisles, and Robin was paying them little attention, preoccupied with trying to explain to Eddie she didn’t have a magic wand to wave.

“Look, it’s not even up to me, so don’t give me the act,” Robin sighed, purposely avoiding eye contact with Eddie who was doing his best puppydog pout in a last ditch attempt to get what he wanted.

“It’s not my fault, I swear,” Eddie whined. “It’s somewhere in my room, and I promise I’ll bring it back as soon as I find it, but I really need to take this home today.” He tapped his ringed fingers on the case of Stephen King’s Children of the Corn, and leaned closer to Robin, theatrical desperation in his doe eyes.

“Sorry, Munson. Company policy is a real drag.” Eddie grumbled in defeat and picked up the tape from the counter when the front door’s bell jingled. Everyone in the store turned to look, and it felt like all the air was sucked out of the room as a man with an eerily familiar face strolled leisurely past the cardboard cutouts and gumball machine and towards the front counter.

“What the fuck,” Eddie muttered under his breath, goosebumps popping up all over his skin.

“Oh, my God,” Robin whispered as her eyes widened. She felt cold out of nowhere in the July heat as the man approached them, and both she and Eddie backed away intuitively.

“Hargrove?” Eddie’s voice caught in his throat, and he swallowed hard.

“Munson,” he greeted, his expression stoic as he planted his feet firmly, turning to Robin and shutting Eddie out of the conversation. Eddie took that as his queue to back off, and he hurried down the aisle to his right to put his tape back on the shelf while he tried to eavesdrop because that was impossible. They buried him two days ago.

“Billy? Are you –” Robin didn’t know what exactly she was trying to ask him, but he cut her off before she could finish.

“Harrington around?” Billy looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, his eyes sunken in and cheeks hollow with flat, unkempt curls framing his gray tinted face.

“No,” Robin said tentatively. “He’s feeling under the weather, so he stayed home today.” Billy’s jaw tightened as he nodded, looking around the room, scowling at the onlookers who busied themselves with the shelves and didn’t dare to look in his direction again.

“All right then,” Billy mumbled, turning back the way he came, his boots making hollow thumps as he exited the building with another jingle of the door’s bell.

Once the coast was clear, Eddie hurried back to the counter and leaned in, fervently whispering, “What the fuck was that?”

“I have no idea, but I know it shouldn’t be happening,” Robin hissed back, her whole body trembling.

“What do we do?” Eddie searched Robin’s eyes, grasping for an anchor that would calm his fear, but she was just as terrified.

“Call Steve,” she concluded, handing Eddie the phone behind the counter. Eddie picked up the handset and scrambled to push the buttons, trying his best to steady his breathing as the line rang.

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Billy hated not having his car. He walked for what felt like hours until he noticed a familiar ride parked outside the corner store. Taking a cigarette out of the pack in his front pocket, he lit it up and leaned against the tan car, waiting for its owner to emerge from the store. Billy was exhausted, so he shut his eyes in the meantime, soaking up the sun’s rays and fantasizing about having his hunger satiated.

“Hargrove?” Tommy Hagan’s voice almost startled Billy, and his eyes fluttered open. Tommy stood in the parking lot with a coke in one hand and his keys in the other, a dumbfounded look on his face as he stared at Billy. “How the fuck –”

“Long time, no see,” Billy called out as he straightened up and approached Tommy, a smirk hanging on his lips. “Got any plans this morning?” Tommy’s mouth ran dry, and he couldn’t respond. There was no way this was happening. “What, are you deaf, Hagan? What’s wrong?” Billy grew impatient as Tommy stood immobile, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

“Nothing,” he finally managed to choke out. “No plans.” He shook his head as Billy’s smirk bloomed into a smile.

“Cool,” he replied, stepping closer to Tommy. “I’ve got this really top shelf stuff,” Billy almost whispered, patting his pocket with a plastic crinkling sound. “You want to head up to the lake and smoke some before my shift?” Tommy looked around the parking lot which was oddly empty before deciding he really didn’t want to piss Billy off, especially now, after they had just buried him two days ago.

“I’m game,” is all Tommy could say as he moved toward the driver’s side of his car, unlocking it and pulling up on the passenger lock on the inside for Billy. Flicking his lit cigarette into the parking lot, Billy sauntered to the passenger side of Tommy’s car, sliding into his seat before the two of them sped out of the lot and down the main drag, taking the out-of-town turn toward the dirt road to Lover’s Lake.

Tommy swore he was in a dream as he glanced over at Billy who looked like hell despite being alive and in the flesh somehow.

“What the hell happened to you, man?” Tommy tried to keep his tone steady as he attempted to get any information he could from Billy as to how he could possibly be seated next to him at that moment.

“I guess someone made a mistake,” Billy replied, his voice low, eyes fixed on the road ahead of them.

“Big fuckin’ mistake,” Tommy muttered as he turned onto the steep gravel path toward the shore of the lake.

“No kidding,” Billy chuckled.

The two of them exited Tommy’s car and made their way to its front, propping themselves up one by one to sit on the hood where they could look out across the lake as Billy sparked up his joint. He took a long drag, closing his eyes for a few seconds, and passed it to Tommy who did the same.

They shared a few moments of silence before Billy stood up and walked closer to the water’s edge. Tommy finished the joint and stomped it out, following Billy’s lead.

“So are you…okay?” Tommy was legitimately concerned, and Billy could tell. He took a deep breath in and out and turned to look at Tommy.

“Yeah. I think so,” he answered, his eyes seeming empty and colorless.

“You look like shit,” Tommy jested, testing a smile. Billy let out a small laugh and looked back across the lake.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do,” he agreed. There were a few more moments of silence before Tommy felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up in surprise to see Billy lightly touching him, something tender and longing behind his expression. This was not normal.

“Uhh – what’s up?” Tommy didn’t know how to react. Billy had never been gentle, especially not with him or any of his friends, really.

“Being buried in the ground by your loved ones really has an effect on your mind, you know?” Billy’s voice was low, husky, lustful almost, and Tommy’s insides fluttered. Somehow he could tell Billy knew.

“Yeah, I – I can’t even imagine –”

“I feel like I can finally be myself, you know? Express things I never could before.” Billy’s hand slid down to Tommy’s wrist, and he slowly interlaced their fingers together. Tommy started to sweat as his heart thundered in his chest. He definitely knew.

“What do you mean?” Tommy knew it was no use, playing dumb with Billy Hargrove, but it was his last chance to try to compose himself, to keep his secret.

“You don’t think I see the way you look at me, Tommy?” Billy moved both of his hands to Tommy’s hips, turning him slightly so they were facing each other, his tired eyes burning into Tommy’s as he continued. “You don’t think I see the way you look at Steve Harrington?” Billy smiled. “Or Jason Carver?”

Tommy swallowed hard and couldn’t find any words to defend himself with. He let Billy’s hands roam over his hips, his waist, his chest, and one hand slid up to cup his face as Billy leaned in closer, his breath hot against Tommy’s lips.

“Billy –”

“It’s okay. I’m not telling,” Billy’s voice was smooth and savory as his lips ghosted over Tommy’s before he tangled his hand into the back of Tommy’s short chestnut hair and locked their lips together. Tommy sighed into the kiss and finally allowed himself to touch Billy – to melt into him – as their tongues swiped over each other and their bodies pressed together, hands sliding desperately over muscles, dips, valleys, and tousled hair.

Tommy gasped when Billy broke the kiss, both of them panting, pupils blown out from the heat of their desire, and Billy smiled sweetly at Tommy whose kiss-swollen lips turned up in response. In a surge of bravery and want, Tommy pressed his palm against Billy’s jeans and felt Billy’s hard cock twitch in response to his touch. With a lustful gleam in his eye, Tommy lowered himself to his knees in front of Billy who hissed out a dark laugh.

“I always knew you’d be on your knees for me, Tommy,” Billy snarled as he tangled his fingers into Tommy’s hair while his jeans were being unzipped. “Such a good boy for me.” Tommy looked up into Billy’s eyes again, apprehension still lingering in his thoughts before Billy reassured him one last time, “Our little secret.”

Tommy folded down the waistband of Billy’s underwear and his cock sprung free, making Tommy’s mouth water. He used his right hand to pump Billy’s length a few times, his thumb swirling shiny beads of precum around the swollen, pink head before he wrapped his lips around it, eliciting the most delicious moan from Billy.

Tommy used his hands to grip the backs of Billy’s thighs, steadying himself on his knees as he deepthroated Billy’s cock at a steady rhythm, sucking in his cheeks around the girth as saliva leaked from the corners of his mouth.

“Mmm so good for me,” Billy growled between deep moans and hisses of ecstasy. “Keep sucking me just like that,” he commanded as his hands gripped Tommy’s hair tighter, setting his own pace, keeping their eyes locked together.

Tommy’s hands moved up to Billy’s firm ass, and he gripped tightly, digging his nails into the denim clad flesh, making Billy moan even louder. Neither of them even thought about the idea of anyone else happening upon them at the edge of the lake. All that existed was them, and this moment, and this feeling.

Billy’s hips stuttered, and his thrusts grew uneven, and Tommy knew he was close. He dug his nails into Billy’s flesh even deeper, relishing the sweet sounds Billy made in return, and he kept his eyes fixed on the man above him only to see something change in his face.

Billy’s eyes were almost black, his blissed out smile twisting up to reveal rows of razor sharp teeth, and his grip on Tommy’s hair turned from painful to gruesome. Tommy tried to free himself, tried to stand up, tried to push himself away, but Billy was too strong.

Billy lifted Tommy effortlessly by his hair, and Tommy was gasping for air, his throat finally empty again as he tried his best to choke out words.

“Billy, please, no!” Billy was lifting Tommy up, one of his hands clamping down around Tommy’s throat as he lifted him high into the air, more teeth protruding from his grin now as his eyes glazed over with deep, black, nothingness.

A low growl resounded from Billy’s chest, ringing out in multiple dissonant tones as if there were hellish harmonies echoing all around the two of them, and a single tear fell from Tommy’s eye while he kicked his legs and clawed desperately at Billy’s wrist just before his airway was crushed.

An agonizing silence blanketed over Lovers Lake and the forest surrounding it, and Tommy Hagan never made it to work that night.

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“I don’t know, Eddie, please just drive faster,” Robin pleaded over Eddie’s twenty questions about whether Steve usually answers his phone in the morning, what he was doing last night, or why Billy might be looking for him.

Robin was trying her best to keep her cool even though her brain was running a million miles per second. She knew anything she could come up with had to be worse than what was actually happening, and she kept trying to convince herself they were going to show up to find Steve asleep in his bed recovering from the food poisoning he said he had when he called in to work.

Eddie’s van turned the corner and stopped with a screech in the Harringtons’ driveway. Before he could ask another question, Robin had already unbuckled her seatbelt and was taking quick strides toward the front door.

Eddie followed behind her, his hands trembling as he willed himself to be quiet because even he couldn’t stand talking about another possible scenario in which Steve might not be okay. Robin knocked loudly on the front door. The two of them stood close together and waited for the familiar sound of footsteps coming down the stairs inside, but they heard nothing at all.

Robin knocked again, louder this time, her panic reaching an inconsolable level. She shouted for him as she knocked a third time.

“Steve?” And a fourth time. “STEVE!!!” Finally, without warning, the front door opened a couple of inches, and they saw Steve’s bloodshot eyes peeking from behind the door. His hair was a disheveled mess, and there were dark stains all over his yellow sweater.

“Jesus, man, what’s going on?” Eddie pushed past Robin, helping himself into the Harringtons’ living room and giving Steve’s shoulders a firm squeeze. Robin followed him in and closed and locked the front door behind them. She took a spot at Eddie’s side, attempting to push some of Steve’s hair back into place as his eyes darted anxiously between her and Eddie.

“I’m – I’m s-sorry,” Steve stammered nervously as he rested his hands on Eddie’s wrists to steady himself. He shook his head, trying to think straight when Eddie pulled him in for a tight hug.

“It’s okay, man. Don’t worry. We’re here now. Just breathe for a sec,” Eddie soothed as he held Steve, locking eyes with Robin who echoed his expression of serious concern. Robin noticed a horrific stench in the air and followed its trail into the kitchen where she nearly gagged when she saw the mess.

“Oh, my god,” she gasped as she quickly covered her nose and mouth. Gelatinous, black goo was splattered sporadically on the floor, cabinets, walls, and refrigerator. It dripped downward in thick globs, some of it dried and crusted to the various surfaces, and other bits bubbling and seeming to breathe where it was pooled.

The smell was worse than any roadkill Robin had ever encountered, a mix of rotting meat and sulfur, and she finally gagged, backing out of the room, and returning to where Eddie and Steve were just breaking away from their hug. “Steve, the kitchen is –”

“I know, okay? I know,” Steve interjected, running a hand through his pile of unkempt hair and taking a deep breath. “I don’t even know where to start with this,” he groaned, leaning back against the wall with a sigh.

“Let’s go sit. You can tell us when you’re ready,” Eddie decided as he gave Steve’s shoulder a nudge and made his way to the couch.

“Yeah. Sitting is good,” Robin agreed, following Eddie’s lead. The three of them sat down on the couch with Steve in the middle, and he commenced telling his story.

“This is going to sound insane,” he started, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. “But last night…Billy was here. He showed up on the porch, and he was all covered in dirt and shit, and – and the door was locked, but he – he got in anyway. It was like magic.” Steve’s eyes seemed far away as he spoke, images of the previous night flashing in his mind like a film reel.

“We saw him, too. He came into Family Video asking for you,” Robin said softly, resting a hand gently on Steve’s knee while Eddie nodded in agreement before furrowing his brows in confusion.

“Wait. So he…unlocked the door…with his mind?” Robin and Steve stared at Eddie in disappointed silence for a few seconds. “Sorry. Just…making sure I’m keeping up here.” Steve shook his head slightly and resumed his story.

“Anyway, he got in, and he just wasn’t himself. I mean, he’s normally an asshole, but this wasn’t…assholery. This was something – something evil, I think. God, I don’t know. It sounds so stupid –”

“No, Steve. Nothing sounds stupid after everything we’ve seen,” Robin reassured him.

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Keep going, man.” Eddie leaned in closer to Steve as he started again.

“So he went to the kitchen, and he was just…eating. He ate everything, even the raw meat, and the bones –” Steve closed his eyes as the images continued to flash in his head. “He just snapped them like they were twigs.” Steve’s eyes were wet with tears as he spoke, and Robin gave his knee an encouraging squeeze. “He ate everything, and then he chugged a beer, which isn’t really out of character, but the whole thing was weird. Then he –” Steve stopped again and closed his eyes as his tears escaped and flowed down his cheeks.

“He what, Steve?” Robin’s voice was barely above a whisper as she urged him to finish his story.

“He…threw up. Everywhere. It was black, and I swear it was moving and changing.” Steve sniffled, and Eddie rested a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“And that’s what all the black stuff is?” Robin looked toward the kitchen, and Steve nodded, looking down at the dark stains all over his sweater.

“And then he just…came at me,” Steve continued. “He pinned me against the wall and lifted me, like, a foot off the ground like I weighed nothing. I mean, Billy’s strong, but no one’s that strong.” Eddie and Robin exchanged a worried look again, and Steve took another deep breath. “Then he talked to me, but his voice wasn’t…it wasn’t just one voice. It came from everywhere at the same time. I said I was scared, and then he just left. He dropped me on the ground and left, and I haven’t seen him since.” Eddie gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze as Steve wiped his nose with the sleeve of his sweater.

“It’s okay, Steve. We’re here now, and we won’t leave you alone. Whatever’s going on, Billy can’t mess with all of us at the same time. We’re too smart for that,” Robin reassured him. Eddie nodded in agreement and put his arm around Steve, pulling him in for a secure side hug.

“I’m going to call Gareth and tell him practice is canceled today,” Eddie declared, standing up and wiping his hands on his pants.

“Call Jonathan, too,” Robin instructed. “We can use all the reinforcement we can get.” Eddie nodded and made his way to the kitchen phone, using his bandana as a makeshift mask so he didn’t have to breathe in the rancid scent of Billy’s leftover regurgitation. Robin stood up, taking the blanket from the back of the couch and tucking it around Steve’s front.

“What are you doing?” Steve still looked nervous.

“You need to get some rest, Steve. I can tell you haven’t slept, and I don’t blame you,” Robin said, smoothing the blanket over him. “It’s okay. We’ll be right here, watching the whole time.” Steve shuffled under the blanket and leaned down on the arm of the couch.

“You promise?”

“Cross my heart,” Robin replied, drawing a haphazard X over her chest, giving Steve a small smile that he returned before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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Billy’s confident strut up Tina’s driveway was noticed by every single person present. He was dressed in a pair of dark blue, form fitting jeans belted high on his waist with his red button-down tucked in and hanging half open, exposing his muscular chest adorned with his usual necklace.

His hair was perfectly coiffed, his sandy curls bouncy and shining once again, framing his sharp jawline. He smirked around his cigarette, his ocean eyes glinting like the edge of a switchblade, and he was loving the attention he was getting as he made his way to the front door.

Upon entering Tina’s living room, Billy received even more reactions than he had outside. Some people gasped, whispering, side eyeing him nervously, while others high fived him and welcomed him back to the land of the living.

He stayed a man of few words throughout the beginning of the party, moving from room to room until he came to the upstairs balcony. There was a small group of people there minding their own business, talking amongst themselves, and Billy moved to the edge of the balcony and leaned on the railing, his gaze locked on target.

Jason Carver was standing in a group of boys in matching letterman jackets telling a stupid story, eating up the way the boys pretended to idolize and humor him just to keep a seat at his table. Billy smiled to himself, snuffing his cigarette out in an ashtray on the railing, silently stalking his unwitting prey. Jason made a show of lifting a keg in front of his band of brothers who cheered him on and clapped him on the back, and Billy scoffed.

“Just you wait, Carver,” he muttered to himself. “Tonight will be the workout of your life.”

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Eddie’s van parked across the street from Tina’s house, and the gang exited the vehicle, everyone trying to maintain a normal stride as they approached the house.

“Are you sure he’s here?” Jonathan had more questions than Eddie had at the start.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Robin replied impatiently. “Heather told Holly, who told Win, who told Beck, who told Gareth, who called Steve’s house to tell Eddie Billy was back from the dead.”

“Let’s just hope we find him before he finds us,” Eddie muttered anxiously, his eyes scanning over the crowd as the group entered the living room. Steve stayed toward the center of his group for fear of being snatched away from the outskirts of the waves of people they passed. The four of them emerged from the house into the back yard, surveying the different groups of people before a voice piped up from one of circles around a keg.

“Eddie “The Freak” Munson!” It was Jason Carver. Eddie rolled his eyes as Jason walked forward out of his circle.

“Not now, Carver. I’m busy.” Eddie tried to walk past Jason who slapped a hand to his shoulder, stopping him in his path.

“Busy doing what? Looking for recruits for your satanic moonlight chant tonight?” Jason’s hand on Eddie’s shoulder tightened, and Eddie gritted his teeth as Jason’s followers snickered and jeered behind him.

“Assholes attract other assholes, so maybe you can help us,” Steve called, stepping forward, pushing Jason’s chest with a single finger, and standing in between Jason and Eddie. Jason’s hand fell from Eddie’s shoulder, and his expression turned from amusement to tense annoyance as Steve questioned him. “Where’s Hargrove?” Jason smirked.

“Last I checked he was in the ground where he belongs. That guy was a menace,” Jason replied with a chuckle.

“Why don’t you come up here and say that to his face?” There was a voice from up above them, booming out over the crowd in the back yard. Steve and his group turned around as Jason and his followers looked up toward the balcony, and there he stood in the flesh – Billy Hargrove, back from the dead.

“Holy shit,” Jason muttered, shooting a nervous sideways glance at Eddie.

“Oh, me? No, not this time,” Eddie reassured with a coy smile and a nod, clasping his hands behind his back and following as Steve, Robin, and Jonathan made a beeline for the back door of the house, leaving Jason to do his mental gymnastics over the current happenings.

Billy was waiting to greet the foursome as they stepped onto the balcony, and all they could do was stare. He looked better than before, if that were even possible. Billy sighed and pulled a cigarette out of his pack, twirling it in his fingers.

“Been looking all over for you, Harrington. Glad you could make an appearance,” he mused, making sharp eye contact with Steve.

“Well, here I am,” Steve answered sheepishly. “What the hell is going on?” Steve tried to keep his voice low so as not to give them away to any bystanders.

“What do you mean?” Billy played dumb, an exaggerated look of dismay disguising his smirk.

“I mean what is going on with you? Last night? My kitchen is probably condemnable now. You looked like shit, and now you’re – you’re all –”

“Hot again,” Eddie finished as everyone else nodded in agreement and Steve rolled his eyes. Billy chuckled and almost blushed at the compliment. He was really eating up all this adoration.

“To be honest, I don’t really know what’s going on, but all I have to do is spill a little blood, and I feel better than ever,” Billy drawled, his pearlescent smile flashing in the dim light.

“Spill a little blood?” Robin looked at him, incredulous, and Billy shrugged, giving her an affirmative nod.

“Oh, and watch this,” he added, holding his cigarette in his mouth. He snapped his fingers, and the end of the cigarette ignited in a single flame that died down until only the smoldering cherry remained. Everyone’s eyes widened as Billy grinned with pride. “Pretty cool, huh?” Eddie seemed the most impressed by that party trick and wanted to know more.

“How did you –”

“I’m sorry,” Robin interrupted. “You’re killing people?!” Billy’s expression soured.

“No,” he replied, obviously offended. “I’m killing jocks. Jocks are just placeholders. They come, and they go.” Billy glared at Robin who had been rendered speechless, her mouth hanging open in bewilderment.

“This might be a stupid question,” Steve reasoned. “But if that’s the case, why didn’t you kill me when you had me pinned to a wall in my kitchen alone in the dark?” Billy scoffed.

“Well, you’re not exactly King Steve anymore,” Billy answered as he puffed on his cigarette. Steve shrugged, realizing he couldn’t disagree, and if that meant he was safe from born-again Billy, that was fine with him.

“So when Carol says she’s been looking everywhere for Tommy…” Jonathan trailed off when he noticed the deadly look in Billy’s eyes at the mention of Tommy’s name. That was all the answer any of them needed. Billy snuffed his cigarette out in the ashtray and cleared his throat.

“As lovely as this reunion has been, I’ve got some important business to attend to.” Billy nodded his goodbye with a final, “Boys – Buckley,” before disappearing back into the house, leaving Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Jonathan to exchange worried looks before deciding to head back to Steve’s house to plan their next move.

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Jason bid his friends good night as they drove away in Troy’s car and set out down the street on foot. His house was only a few blocks away, so he didn’t mind the walk on that warm July evening. He was about halfway home when he heard the roar of an engine in the distance behind him, and the sounds of Metallica’s Jump in the Fire grew louder as a shiny blue Camaro pulled up alongside him. Jason stopped as the passenger side window rolled down to reveal Billy Hargrove smirking at him with a cigarette between his lips.

Jason scoffed and stared back at Billy as the music grew quiet. Billy took his cigarette between his fingers, smirk growing into a flashy smile as he looked Jason up and down, making sure the gesture was completely obvious.

“The fuck do you want, Hargrove?” Jason stayed on his side of the street, feeling uneasy after Billy had overheard his comments at Tina’s party.

“Just a piece,” Billy answered, his expression serious, turning on the fuck-me eyes and hoping Jason would take his bait because it was delectable bait after all. Jason’s eyebrows shot up, and he tsked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jason stepped closer to the Camaro as Billy hissed out a laugh.

“I’ve heard the rumors about you, Carver,” Billy teased, still beaming through the window. “And I’m sure you’ve heard the ones about me, too,” he drawled, keeping his lustful gaze locked on Jason who took another cautious step toward the car.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jason countered, crossing his arms in defiance. Billy just laughed.

“Let’s not play games, Carver. I know what you said about me at Tina’s party was just a ruse. You don’t want anyone else to know, but you do a bad job of keeping it a secret, you know that?” Jason shook his head and scoffed again as he looked around – not another car or person in sight.

“In your dreams, Hargrove,” he spat, taking a step back before Billy let a line drop that Jason was never expecting to hear.

“I know about you and Tommy Hagan.” Billy’s voice dripped from his lips like honey drizzled over suede, and Jason knew he couldn’t lie anymore.

“What is this, blackmail?” Jason’s blood roared in his ears as his palms started to sweat. Billy shook his head, still smiling.

“Of course not. Get in. Let’s…talk.” Jason would never admit it, but his heart grew hopeful in that moment. The hottest guy in Hawkins was picking him up to cruise around in the dead of night, knowing what he and Tommy did when they cruised around alone at night, and he thought maybe this was his chance.

Jason glanced around one last time to make sure no one was lurking to see what he was about to do. With no one in sight, he jogged toward the passenger door of Billy’s car and got in.

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The Camaro rolled to a stop in the Hawkins High School parking lot, and the two boys exited the car.

“What are we doing here?” Jason was confused. He thought they’d go to one of the abandoned cabins the basketball team partied in or up to Lovers Lake. He wasn’t expecting to visit his own high school.

“Going down to the field. I know a spot,” Billy answered, flashing his signature smile. Jason followed Billy around the building and to a chain link fence that wrapped around their end of the football field. Billy hoisted himself up and easily climbed to the top of the fence, dropping down on the other side. Jason followed suit a little less gracefully, and to his surprise, Billy grabbed Jason’s hand, interlacing their fingers, and led him across the grass to the trees at the edge of the field.

The two of them walked in silence. Billy’s hand felt warm in Jason’s, and it made his stomach come alive with butterflies which he almost felt embarrassed about. Chrissy didn’t give him butterflies like that. He didn’t have time to think too much about what it meant before they emerged in a clearing with an old picnic table in the center.

“How’d you know this was here?” Jason let himself bask in the whimsy of their midnight rendezvous at a secret picnic table in a forest clearing just outside of their school grounds. He felt, for a moment, like he was living in a movie where he was the main character, and maybe, just maybe, he would find a happy ending here. Billy smiled and turned toward him.

“There are so many times I’ve wanted to escape, and it’s important to have places to go. I always find them,” Billy drawled, letting a hand settle on Jason’s waist, their eyes meeting as a comfortable silence engulfed them.

“So the rumors about you are…true?” Jason tried not to sound too giddy as he posed the question, and Billy pulled him in closer. Jason could smell mint gum and spicy aftershave as the tips of their noses touched together.

“Every single one,” Billy whispered, his breath hot on Jason’s lips. Jason didn’t know what to say next. They were so close, almost every part of them touching, and Jason wanted nothing more than to crash his lips into Billy’s in their secret spot in the dark and soak in every moment of pleasure he possibly could before it was over…and so he did.

Jason leaned in, touching his lips to Billy’s, tasting the sweet sting of mint on the edge of their kiss as Billy’s hand moved to the back of Jason’s neck, deepening the kiss and sighing into his mouth. The steamy smacking of their lips locking over and over was the only sound that filled the darkness around them, and Jason’s hands found Billy’s hair, snaking his fingers into the curls and pulling slightly, pulling a moan from Billy’s lips as their kiss broke so they could each catch their breath.

Billy smiled as Jason’s hands stayed tangled in his hair, and his hands roamed down to cup Jason’s ass, giving it a playful squeeze.

“A little rough okay with you?” Billy’s expression was sweet and coquettish, eyelashes batting as he waited for Jason’s response.

“Anything you want is exactly what I’m looking for,” he answered, pulling just slightly harder on Billy’s hair before their lips collided again, this time with more fever, more passion, more fury than before.

Neither of them could be sure how they got there, but within minutes they were on the ground together. Billy was on top of Jason, straddling him as their steamy kisses continued, tongues swiping over each other while Billy pinned Jason’s arms to the ground above his head. Jason let out a low laugh and arched his back, grinding his hips up into Billy’s, and Billy moaned.

“Patience is a virtue, Carver,” Billy teased, licking along Jason’s bottom lip before giving it a playful bite. Jason groaned and bucked his hips up into Billy’s again, longing for any friction that might give him even the smallest bit of release.

“Hard to be patient when you’re on top of me like this,” Jason admitted, gripping Billy’s hips with both hands and grinding his rock hard bulge against Billy’s jeans. Billy adjusted himself so he could move against Jason, thrusting slowly, grinding his own hard cock against Jason’s, the denim between them heating up slightly with the repetitive motion.

Billy returned Jason’s hands to their position, pinned above his head on the ground, as Billy’s hips moved on top of him, both of them panting heavily, letting out moans when it felt too good to stifle them anymore. Billy picked up the pace and sat up straight, letting Jason’s hands come back to his hips, Jason’s fingertips digging into Billy’s hot flesh as their desperate sounds filled the space between them entirely.

“I’m gonna make you cum for me, Carver,” Billy sneered through gritted teeth as he grinded himself harder and faster against Jason. “I’ll make you cum in your jeans like the desperate little slut you are for me.” Billy’s words sent Jason over the edge, and he moaned louder, his back arching up into Billy’s friction as he spilled over into his jeans.

“Fuck, Billy, I’m cumming. Please don’t stop,” Jason whined as he let his orgasm overtake him, his cheeks flushing crimson at what he had just done.

Billy brought his hand down to the warm, sticky, wet spot on Jason’s crotch, gathering what little fluid had soaked through the denim onto two of his fingers, locking eyes with Jason as his fingers brushed Jason’s lips. Jason opened his mouth as Billy pushed his fingers in, swiping them around on his tongue before Jason sucked sinfully on them, his cheeks hollowing around Billy’s digits, his eyes closing at the wicked sensation.

“That’s right,” Billy whispered. “Such a good boy for me.” Jason’s eyes fluttered open, and to his horror, Billy had changed – his eyes were completely jet black. The once deep pools of cerulean lust were replaced with dark, abysmal nothingness, and the smile that had given Jason butterflies had grown into a twisted display of long, razor sharp teeth that couldn't possibly fit into Billy’s mouth.

Billy laughed darkly, his voice coming from everywhere all around them at once, and Jason panicked, kicking his legs under Billy, trying his best to push him off, but to no avail. Billy was too strong.

Billy gripped Jason’s upper and lower jaw with each of his hands on the inside of his mouth. Jason could smell the sick, putrid stench of rot as Billy leaned in close to him and growled before he used every ounce of strength he had to pull in opposite directions, the cracking of bones preceding a scream that tore through the trees and echoed across the Hawkins High football field.

And then the night was quiet once again.

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[el1ieez]

Orignal post by @hgrve because I thought it was funny

[shieldofiron]

The he in question:

Yeah, cuz he was hiding it so much.

[keeryhours]

Teen Pregnancy Series Masterlist

Coming Soon

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Gareth Emerson

Jason Carver

Jim Hopper

Tommy Hagan / Robin Buckley

Note:

I’m going to try to cover lots of different dynamics and situations in this series. I may even write different variations for some characters. If there’s something specific you want to see, let me know! Full credit for this idea goes to @fizzing-imagines and my banner as usual is made by the incredible @punkrockmlchael ᡣ𐭩

[buckysgrace]

1. Wicked Game

Now That We Don’t Talk

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Mayfield OC

CW: Stepcest, unprotected p n v sex, cheating

She stared in the mirror, trying to see how else she could make herself look older as she looked at the way her hair was pinned up. Her face was still slightly round, too baby faced in her opinion. She was supposed to get married today. How was she supposed to do that when she still looked so young?

She brought her brush up again, trying to decide if her eyes needed a fresh coat of color when she listened to the door creaking open behind her. She straightened up a bit, biting down on her bottom lip as she followed the trail of the blonde boy behind her. 

His hair was tied out of his face, loose blonde curls drifting onto his forehead as he snaked his way up behind her. She squealed softly as he pressed her forward, hips digging into the counter as he rested his warm chest against her back. 

“You’re not supposed to see me.” Kim giggled, her face burning as Billy’s hands wandered across her curves. He leaned forward, chin falling into the crook of her neck as his lips curled into a smirk.

“You’re not in your dress yet,” He grinned mischievously as his hands gripped her tits. She whimpered as he palmed at her bra. It was simple. White, lacey and see through. It matched the pair of panties that she had on as well, “Just had to see you first.” He mumbled as his lips brushed against the crook of her neck.

“So impatient,” She bit her lip as she met his gaze in the mirror, “I want you.” She told him honestly, needing to feel his cock inside of her before things became official. Just before she was married. 

“One last time?” He asked her softly. She nodded her head, knowing it was too late for her to change her mind. She’d always give into him. 

He dragged his lips against the curve of her shoulders, making her sigh softly at the feeling. They were soft, but slightly rough at the same time. It felt nice as his large palms kneaded at her tits, squeezing softly as he began to rut his bulge against the curve of her ass.

She turned, arm moving behind his neck as she pressed her lips against his roughly. She moaned at the electricity that traveled through her veins, burning her as his lips dragged roughly against hers. 

He gripped her neck, squeezing her softly to keep her in place as he slid his tongue inside of her mouth. She moaned as she pressed her tongue against his, dragging slowly as she savored his taste on her tongue. 

She rubbed her fingers across his jawline softly, holding onto him as her tongue swirled around with his. She felt like she was floating, her mind hazy as he moved them onto their knees. She giggled against her mouth, sighing softly as he pushed her back onto the floor playfully.

“You look pretty,” He mumbled as he tugged at the straps of her bra, smirking before he removed her bra completely. She bit her bottom lip, dropping her eyes towards the floor. She still felt shy around him, especially when he looked at her so intensely, “Eyes up here.” He teased as he tapped his finger against her chin, making her follow his lead.

He traced his thumb lightly across the curve of her lips before he dropped his hands. His eyes stayed on hers, staring her down as he slid her panties aside. She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to keep her heart from hammering too roughly inside of her chest in case it decided to explode.

Her eyes drifted down his taut muscles, his golden skin as he pulled his pants down. She turned her gaze away from his eyes then, staring at his hardened cock as excitement pooled through her. She savored the curve of his cock, his thick girth as he gave himself a little squeeze. Then smirked all cocky, clearly knowing the effect that he had on her.

“What do you want?” He hummed softly as he drifted his tip through her pink folds, smearing his precum across her clit. She whimpered at the feeling, fingertips twitching as she remembered the feeling of the stretch of his cock. 

“You,” She breathed out at first, blinking roughly to keep her mind from fogging over. His gaze turned towards her in surprise, making her a little worried, “I want your cock.” She whispered softly, rolling her hips forward to make a point. His expression softened. Good save.

“I’ll treat you good,” He teased as he slid his tip against her hole, making her squirm as he slowly pushed himself inside of her, “That’s it, Red. Taking my cock like a good little whore.” He groaned as he filled himself to the brim, his balls pressing against her skin.

She shivered underneath him, trembling as he leaned over top of her. Her thighs fell against her chest, squishing her boobs as he crowded in on her. She moaned as the tip of his cock pressed against her bundle of nerves, making her croon as the pleasure toppled over her.

“Yeah?” He teased, mocking her as he used one hand to grip her chin. His warm air slid against her face, making her yearn for more as his minty taste tickled her features, “It feels that good?” He mocked, pouting out his bottom lip as he spoke all high of himself. But yeah. It really did.

“More,” She whimpered as she rocked her hips forward, her cunt squelching around his thick girth, “Please, Billy. Wanna feel more of you.” She begged him as she gripped a hold of his biceps.

He groaned as he dropped his head, just barely brushing his lips over hers as he began to build a steady pace. She sighed against his open mouth, clit throbbing in pleasure as her body burned from his motions. Her legs ached, chest felt heavy as he balanced his full weight on top of hers. 

Everything felt too intense as she writhed underneath him, trying to keep her eyes open as the lust spread through her body. Her veins were burning from the feeling of her skin on his, the feeling of her cunt wrapped tightly around his cock. LIke he belonged. It felt too perfect, almost too much. 

She tilted her head up, crashing her lips messily against his to keep her sounds at bay. She didn’t need anyone to become suspicious or curious. Her moans vibrated across his lips as he rutted his cock deep inside of her, making her head swirl and pleasure form deep inside of her chest. 

His tongue dove into her mouth, licking and sucking as his rough hands moved to her hips. He gripped her easily, rocking her up and down the curve of his cock like she weighed nothing. Each time his cock hit her g-spot, making her toes curl and fire spread deep within her. 

“Right there,” She cried out, holding her ankles up to her head as Billy rammed his cock in and out of her wet cunt, “Feels so good.” She whined loudly as her head fell against the hard floor. She felt like she was in a haze, the very best dream she could ever have. She didn’t want to wake up from this.  

He was so deep inside of her, the tip of his cock pressing against her bundle of nerves with each hard thrust. Her walls stretched across his girth, leaving her breathless as the sound of their bodies connecting filled the room. It was a dirty melody, filthy. But she loved it. 

“You’re so good for your big brother,” He groaned as he gripped the back of her thighs, squeezing roughly as he dragged his cock in and out of her slick pussy. Her mind felt hazy as she locked eyes with him, savoring the blissful look on his expression, “Fucking whore.” He hissed, sweat dripping onto his forehead as her back dragged against the floor. 

Her legs felt numb as her fingernails dug into her skin as he continued to rut his cock deep inside of her, sliding himself in even further than before. She could taste his breath as she inhaled; could feel his cock throbbing against her walls. 

Her thoughts became a blur as her muscles contracted, her walls breaking down as loud gasps left her mouth. He quickly shushed her, shoving his palm over her lips to muffle her sounds. Her eyes rolled back, body shook as she came around his cock.

He grunted roughly on top of her, skin sliding easily against hers as his movements became rough and choppy. He held onto her tightly, thrusting into her twice before he came to a halt deep inside of her.

“Fuck,” He cursed, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as his jaw relaxed in awe, “Jesus.” He huffed, staring down at her with lust filled eyes as he came inside of her. Everything inside of her burned, desperately wishing she could tug him closer to her. She didn’t want to let go. 

He huffed as he gently sat up, letting her legs rest around him. She giggled softly at the feeling of the blood rushing to her feet, her body feeling heavy as he squeezed at her hips. His smile was warm for once, his hair resting over his forehead as she tried not to admire him too closely. But God was he handsome.

He hummed quietly as he pulled himself free, snagging a few tissues to clean himself up before he got himself dressed. He moved onto his knees, then onto his feet as he turned away from her. Signaling to her that it was really over. 

“I’ll see you out there?” She asked as she slowly dressed herself once again, flushing at the feeling of their mixture dripping from her cunt. Her thighs were trembling, but it felt nice. A reminder. 

“Uh, yeah,” He nodded his head, “I am a groomsman.” He laughed as he worked on buttoning his shirt, his eyes staying away from hers for the longest time. She gulped, desperately wanting him to look at her. 

“Yeah,” She rubbed the back of her neck, “Maybe-,” She trailed off, unsure of where she was going with her thought. He observed her, like he was waiting for her to speak the truth. But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t face rejection from him, not again. He had made things clear a long time ago. This had been strictly pleasure. 

“It was nice for our last time,” He mumbled as he took a step closer, holding her chin softly, “See you around.” She savored the feeling of his skin against hers, desperately wishing for one last kiss. It didn’t even have to be a deep one, just a little peck.

She savored the freckles on his cheeks, the dark shape of his eyebrows and the curve of his mouth as he traced his thumb across her lips. She moved a little closer, only to have him pull away. He gave a stiff smile. That was it. That was all she got.

She watched him leave, sinking into her familiar hole of guilt and shame. It didn’t matter how many times this happened, she always felt disgusting afterwards. But it also made her want him that much more. She wished he felt the same.

Wrong. It was wrong. There would be no real relationship between them. It was all over now. It had to be. She reminded herself that as she dressed herself again, trying to bury any of her wrongdoings underneath layers of makeup. She could hide it away. Billy would want her to. 

Her dress wasn’t something that she had envisioned herself in before, but everyone insisted that it looked better than the poofy sleeves and ballroom silhouette that she wanted. They said that this one was timeless. It hugged her chest gently, the sleeves wide at her wrists as it softly billowed off of her body. A little too exposing for her comfort. 

“Look at you,” Susan smiled brightly, touching her hair gently once she was all zipped up, “You look so beautiful.” Her grin was far too wide as she inspected her, like she was trying to find any little imperfections. She had been doing quite a bit to impress the Hagan’s. So had Neil. Kim figured it had to do with their money and their own little power. 

“Thank you,” She replied shyly, bringing her eyes towards the floor as Neil waited behind her. There had been quite a bit of uproar from the two of them when she had firmly stated that her own father would be walking her down the aisle. Not Neil, “I’m scared.”

“There’s no reason to be,” Her mother insisted, “You’re going to be so happy with Tommy. He’ll take care of you.” Kim knew she didn’t mean it in a threatening way, but she knew that as long as she was with Tommy it meant that she could take care of them. Her happiness didn’t really matter. 

“Okay,” She breathed out deeply, “I’m ready.” The words felt odd on her tongue, heavy as she was unsure if that was the truth or not. Was she ready? It seemed odd, felt even more bizarre when she was whisked out and Billy was nowhere in sight. Where did he go? She wanted one last reassuring look from him, a promise that this was what he had really wanted. 

Compliments and music fell numbly to her ears, a simple buzz as she gripped the flowers tightly in between her fingers. Orchids. They weren’t her favorite, but they were pretty. Tommy’s mother had insisted that they would look better and she had been too timid to speak her own thoughts. It had been weeks later when she’d discovered that his mother had recommended them for fertility purposes.

Almost everything about the wedding had been done without her say. Everything was far too elegant for her, which was okay. She appreciated it, she really did. But many things she thought they could save money on had been bought and purchased proudly. Nothing was handmade, all bought from expensive shops. 

She knew that without a doubt that this was just the beginning of the rest of her life. His family would forever walk all over her, just like her mother and stepfather did. She’d be stuck, her words holding no means as everyone else made decisions around her. But no one really cared what she thought, so why should she get worried about it now? At least she’d be loved. 

She was out of place, being forced into a role that she wasn’t sure she could keep up. But she’d have to. It was too late to turn back, to get cold feet. If she left now, she’d have no one. 

“You know,” Sam added softly as he took her hands, “If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.” He whispered underneath his breath, keeping the conversation between the two of them. 

“What?” She asked breathlessly, eyes widening in disbelief. He had been the only one to suggest such a thing. Everyone else was adamant that Tommy would be good for her. He was good for her. 

“If you’re not ready,” He started slowly, “Or if it just doesn’t feel right. You don’t have to do this. We can call it off, I can do it for you.” He patted her hand gently, making her heart hammer roughly inside of her chest as a bead of sweat fell down the back of her neck.

She thought about it for far too long, pictured Billy the whole time as well. Could she live with herself if Sam helped her leave? She couldn’t leave Tommy at the altar, but perhaps that would save some hurt later down the road. But she reminded herself that there was no one else. Tommy was in love with her. The only person who had ever loved her in such a way. 

“Are you telling me this to support me or because you don’t like Tommy?” She asked him softly, trying to make the atmosphere less tense. She was close to breaking down, to taking his offer and running with it. She could get away. She didn’t have to do this.

“You’re nineteen,” He drew out softly, “You have your whole life in front of you. I just want to make sure this is what you want.” His brown eyes were soft, too gentle for her to look at for too long. 

The music changed, signaling her that it was time to begin walking. Her heart pounded rougher, so fast that she swore everyone else could hear it. She didn’t want to walk in front of everyone, she didn’t want to become some little doll for them to play with. But she was. That was her future. She had one more quick second to change her mind, to decide her own future.

“Kim?” Sam repeated, bringing her gaze back up towards him as her throat became dry. The doors were open, exposing them to everyone. Her knees felt weak, her tongue heavy as she stared. She couldn’t do it. Not with everyone staring. She needed to move. 

“I’m just nervous,” She said at last, feeling like she might vomit all over her shoes, “I’m okay.” She did her best to comfort him, gripping him tightly for support. She was sure that her father was no fool, he could feel her trembling against him. She could blame it on her shyness. That was it. She was just scared. She was being silly. 

She breathed in deeply, then exhaled roughly as her eyes scanned the church as Sam guided her inside. She felt like she was being dragged along, her feet in thick cement blocks as he pushed her further and further towards the front of the church.

Tommy stood with his hands crossed, his cheeks pink and a soft smile on his lips. She nodded as she tried to reassure herself that this was right. Her eyes continued to wander, searching for the spot Billy was supposed to be standing in. 

She looked at Sam in confusion, but had no time to ask questions before she was ushered forward. Her heart beat too roughly inside of her chest as Tommy took her hand, his palm slightly warm and clammy. 

She gave him a reassuring smile as everything drowned out underneath her pulse racing and veins vibrating. Her body was too loud as she tried to search in the crowd, looking for where Billy might be lingering.

He was going to stop the wedding. She was sure of it. This would be it. He’d finally tell her his true feelings. She knew that he would. That he had to.

But then the priest rushed through that part of the speech and then rings were exchanged with their little vows. Everything felt robotic, or like she was in some sort of trance. This wasn’t right. She knew that, so why wasn’t she stopping it.

“I do.” Tommy answered, making her gaze snap back towards him and away from where she kept looking at the door. She blinked, reminding herself that she shouldn’t be searching. She shouldn’t be distracted.

And she was again as the question turned towards her. Her mouth parted but no words came out as suddenly everything was quiet, far too silent as she suddenly couldn’t speak the words. She swallowed roughly, afraid of what else may come up if she forced the words up. 

She looked around the church once more, taking in the faces of friends and family members as she suddenly felt as if her heart weighed thousands of pounds. Like it had dropped through her body and now laid at her feet. Her hands trembled before she turned back to face Tommy. Her soon to be husband. But not the one that she wanted to marry, that she really wanted to be with.

She looked in his concerned brown eyes as she tried to get her tongue untangled, reminding herself that it was pointless to stand and wait. Billy was gone. He wasn’t going to stop the wedding, nor did he have any desire to marry her. She was just a plaything to him. He didn’t love her.

“I do,” She answered at last, breathing in deeply as she forced a smile up to her lips, “Of course I do.” She exhaled, knowing that the price had been paid. There was no going back now. 

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[harringroveera]

So meeting the new guy in school didn’t go so well for Steve

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddieangstyaugust Day 19 - Music Monday: Careless Whisper – George Michael

i’m challenging myself to keep all these at either 127 or 1,270 words each, see day one for more of an explanation!

“‘S.H's SEX MEX’?” Steve’s head whips around, staring wide-eyed at the tape in Eddie’s hand. “What’s this, Harrington?”

“None of your business, that’s what.” Steve stalks back to Eddie’s desk, moving to snatch the tape from him.

Eddie pulls it out of reach. “Lemme guess, George Michael’s saxophone-y stylings are heavily featured.”

It's weird, he thinks, that a song about cheating is already starting to find it's way onto these exact types of tapes but, to each their own.

Plus: Steve goes pink. Bingo.

“No. Shut up.” He swipes for it again.

“Nah uh uh–OOF!” Eddie’s teasing is cut short when Steve fully tackles him to the ground.

He stares dumbly up at him, every bit of his body that’s pinned under Steve feels like it’s on fire.

Steve snatches the tape from his hand and sits up, straddling Eddie’s legs in triumph.

“HA! Take that, Muns—”

“OooOHhhh! The fallen King falls lower! Caught in the lap of the town freak!” Tommy Hagan’s dumb freckled face sneers from the doorway.

Steve twists around at the sound of Tommy’s voice (a move that doesn't help Eddie’s ‘cute boy in his lap’ problem in the slightest), turns back to give Eddie another panicked look, then bolts up and out the door, face red as a stoplight.

“Think you’re real cool for gettin’ Stevie in your freak flock, Munson?”

“Didn’t think you still cared about Stevie, Hagan.” Eddie says, standing and brushing himself off, “Looked to me like you dropped him the second you had a new piece of ass to follow around.” He’s been getting some vibes from both Hagan and Hargrove ever since the latter arrived in Hawkins.

Pink Dalmatian is… well, Eddie wouldn’t say it’s a good look for Tommy, but it’s... different. “Shut the fuck up, Munson!”

“Oh yeah? Or what, you’ll sick your beefy boyfriend on me?” Eddie shrugs, nonchalant, “Gotta warn you though, I might like it.” he grins.

Tommy goes pinker, then leaves too, steam streaming out his ears.

Eddie’s decided he hates this fuckin’ mall.

Jameson’s record shop down on Main is already pricing down their stock to compete with the Sam Goody that’s opened up a couple doors down from here, and they’ve been sellin' music since Wayne was a kid 100 years ago!

Stupid fuckin’ mall.

In the middle of vowing to never set foot in this brightly-lit hellscape after he’s finished with his sundae, who should walk in but Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington. In a sailor suit. Just walked into Scoops Ahoy. Blue shorts, tall socks, matching fuckin shoes. Jesus H. Christ.

And what’s worse? The moment Eddie had looked up, the moment Steve set foot across the threshold, what should start playing over the speakers but the cheesy saxophone intro to Careless Fuckin’ Whisper.

Steve walks behind the counter, waves goodbye to whoever it was that he’s taking over for, and grabs a bucket. 

Eddie, the only person in here at 2:15pm on a Wednesday, watches as he starts methodically wiping down all the tables.

He glances up at some point and gives Eddie a tight-lipped smile before getting back to it. 

It knocks Eddie out of his reverie and he goes back to his now-soupy sundae. 

He hears Steve shuffle away at some point, but he’s not about to be caught staring again. 

The thought of what Steve’s ass looks like in those shorts almost breaks him but he stays strong, swirling his spoon around in his melted cup of goo.

He’s about to cut his losses and try to sneak a peek when a voice pipes up from in front of him.

“Thought you might need some of these.” Steve says, holding out a short stack of napkins.

“Uh.. thanks?” Eddie says, taking them.

“No problem.” Then he’s gone. 

Why would he think Eddie needed—- oh Jesus fucking Christ.

Eddie’s got a glob of vanilla ice cream melting down the front of his shirt. 

“God fuckin’---” he scrubs at the spot futilely, the flimsy napkins disintegrating against the fabric. 

The sundae’s in the trash not long after, along with his pride.

After spring break from hell, after the bats, the hospital, the NDAs, managing to come out the other side with not one but, what, 11? more friends, he and Steve are teetering on the edge of something.

Chrissy and Robin had gotten very close in the immediate aftermath of the former’s ill-fated trip to the Munson abode, bonding at first over Blondie, then over movies, then milkshakes, and kisses and– you get the idea.

He and Steve had somehow ended up on a weird duplicate of the same path. There was bonding over Dio of all things, over Star Wars, then over the ‘Ring Lord’ books as Steve liked to call them; now all that’s left to do is the date stuff if they’re gonna follow in their platonic soulmates’ footsteps.

And no matter what he’s seen happen in this stupid fuckin’ town, that’s not something he can even fathom happening.

Until.

“Hey Eds, what’re you doing on Friday night?”

Eddie shrugs, still half-focused on the miniature he’s painting for Will. “You’re lookin’ at it, Steve-o.” another touch of purple there… “Why?”

“Wanna come over? We can pick up take out from Enzo’s and watch a movie..?”

Why’s he sound so weird? Sounds like any one of their other hangouts, except the Enzo’s, that’s new. He looks up at Steve, a weird angle since he’s on the floor in front of the coffee table and Steve’s still on the couch. “Sure, sounds fun, but why Enzo’s?”

Steve’s cheeks look brighter, “I dunno, I’ve been craving fettuccine, we can get pizza if you want…?”

“Nah man, just get me some garlic bread and I’m good.” Eddie grins, going back to his work. Steve seems to relax further into the couch.

Until.

Eddie knocks on Steve’s door at 6pm on Friday evening. He scratches a spot on his arm under his jacket sleeve, wonders again why Wayne insisted Eddie not wear his favorite holey jeans and cut-off Black Sabbath tee.

Steve opens the door, “Hey! Eddie..”

“Hey Steve, you look nice.” he’s wearing a button-down shirt, odd. “What’s with the shirt?”

He looks down at himself, “Oh, just what I had left in my closet. C’mon in man..”

They’re halfway through their pasta when it hits him.

Like snapping out of a daydream, Eddie looks around.

Candles, nice shirt, pasta, wine that Steve apologized for because he “Ran out of beer, sorry.”...

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Oh my god!”

“What?!”

Eddie looks up from his plate to Steve’s face. There’s a bit of sauce on his lip. “This is a date.” he breathes.

Steve’s expression shifts from confusion to embarrassment. He puts his fork down. “Um.. Yeah. It is, that okay?”

He jerks up out of his seat and all but runs around the end of the table to pull Steve out of his. 

“Look, I’m sor—” he’s cut off by Eddie’s lips on his.

“You.” another kiss. “You took me on a date.” another. “What the fuck, Steve.”

Steve’s grinning brightly now, “Yeah, I did.”

Eddie kisses him again. “I can’t believe my uncle knew before me.”

After, when they’re lying sticky and satisfied in Steve’s bed, Eddie remembers something. “I can’t believe you sexed me up without your ‘SEX MEX’.” he laughs.

Steve does too, reaching over Eddie to push a button on his stereo. 

Those damn saxophones are at it again, crooning at them both. 

“I didn’t want to accidentally ruin the mood,” Steve admits.

Eddie laughs, “Consider the mood reignited, big boy.”

uhhh this one turned out more fun/fluffy than angsty... i'm pretty sure the only angst in it is the teasing at the beginning...... but i think i needed it after all the other angst i've been writing/reading this month.. so consider this some levity!!

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[plistommy]

How about a s2 AU where Billy catches Steve and Tommy hate fucking and is all 'oh?👀 Let me in on the fun' and it turns into everyone competing to hold out as long as possible that leaves everyone fucked out and making out while covered in come😌💕

Billy was about to lose his fucking shit.

He was going to be late soon.

Not because of Max this time, no. The brat had gone to the arcade straight from school because Billy had extra practice for their upcoming game and she didn’t want to wait around which, great, he didn’t give a shit.

A drive by himself sounded great without her scowling on the passenger seat.

But then, he had fucked it up and forgot his fucking car keys to his locker which, who the hell even does that, and now he had to walk back to the locker rooms without a smoke because his cigarettes where inside his car.

The hallways were already empty as his heavy boots echoed with every step and he was pretty sure all the guys from the team had left since it was friday.

Some didn’t even stay to take a shower, too eager to go home from this shitty place.

Billy couldn’t agree more even though another hell was waiting for him at home.

He pushed the heavy doors open and got to the locker rooms. And like he thought, no one was around.

His locker was the furthest away, but he got there with a few long steps and opened the locker with a bang.

The keys sparkled like they were mocking at him and Billy didn’t think he had never thought about wanting to destroy a piece of steel this badly.

”Fucker.” He murmured and snatched the keys.

He turned around and started to walk away, but that’s when he heard something from the showers.

A groan.

And that sparked his interest immediately.

He walked next to the door, feeling the hot steam coming from under it. It hadn’t been that long since everyone left, but he could hear the water still running and the sounds of something smacking over and over again.

It just irked Billy more to touch the handle and…

Crack the door open.

”Ah, fuck, fuck! Harder, Tommyyy!”

”Shut your fucking mouth, bitch!” Tommy groaned.

Billy peeked his head fully inside and that’s when he saw them. And especially him.

Steve Harrington.

Steve fucking Harrington moaning with his mouth open like a whore and head thrown back as Hagan was fucking him from behind, making him arch his back as he keened.

Fucking keened.

”Shit..” Billy groaned as he felt heat pooling in his gut.

Steve was clearly trying his best to keep hold of the metal poll, almost hugging it as his legs were shaking by how rougly he was fucked. Billy could see the floor was also slippery, the water and dropped soap - which would be funny to Billy right now if it weren’t for the situation - weren’t mixing together well.

Hagan had his hands on Steve’s waist and a mouth on his neck as he spat insults at the other.

”You’re such a pathetic, slut, aren’t you, Steve?” Tommy said, half groaning as he thrusted into Steve.

Steve wasn’t answering at first, only whining with his eyes closed and it seems Tommy wasn’t going to have that as he wrapped a hand around that pale neck.

Billy had no idea the short guy had that much power in him. Power to put down the ’King Steve’ like this.

It made something deep inside him purr and he couldn’t help but to grin.

”Aren’t you?!” Hagan yelled and Steve cried.

”Y-yes yes I’m a.. a slut!”

Even if Steve was sobbing, Billy could see he enjoyed this shit. Enjoyed to be called names and thrown around, used like a toy.

Billy wanted to destroy him.

He fully opened the door, having no shame as he walked inside the showers and let out a low whistle at the two.

Tommy’s head snapped at him first, that face red and full with freckles as he took in Billy, brown eyes going a little huge. He slowed down his thrusts which made Steve whine and look up to Tommy, but catching Billy’s eyes before his.

Steve froze and the breath he let out made Billy grin even wider.

”Don’t stop on my account. I was really enjoying the show.” He murmured and the two boys looked a little panicked.

”Hargrove…” Tommy was warning him while moving his arms a little protectively around Steve. Which, Cute.

Hagan clearly still had a soft spot for Harrington.

Billy took a step forward, floor wet and warm under his feet. He hadn’t even realized he had taken off his boots.

When Tommy was about to speak up again, Billy shushed him ”Can I join?”

A beat.

”Huh- What?” That was Steve now, still looking fucked up as he was catching his breath under Tommy.

Billy turned his gaze slowly on him and couldn’t help but to see how the brunette's dick kicked in interest between his legs as Billy slowly looked him up and down.

”I wanna fuck you.” He said, directly at Steve and it made both of the boys gasp.

”Billy—”

”You heard me, Tommy. Let me in on the fun.” He smirked and Tommy bit his bottom lip, giving Steve a glance.

”Or do you not wanna share your little slut?”

Billy could see the way Steve’s body twitched at that and how he tightened around the other’s cock because it made Tommy moan.

”Ah, fuck.” Tommy cursed ”You really want this?”

”Dead serious, Hagan.”

They stared at each other for a while before Steve whined and made them both turn their gazes on him.

”Please…” Steve looked up at them, hair wet and clinging to his forehead as the water ran down his body.

That’s all it took for Tommy and soon he was thrusting into the other again, setting up a rough pace.

Billy slowly opened his belt and slid his zipper down, taking his thick and hard cock from where it had been trapped inside his jeans.

He grinned when both of them moaned at the sight of it.

”Gonna fuck him first.” Tommy got out, not taking his eyes off of Billy’s dick and it made Billy chuckle.

He liked how possessive Tommy was of Steve even if the guy swore he ’hated’ him.

”Hmm.” Billy hummed and moved closer to them.

He wrapped his hand around Steve’s dick which had been left unnoticed and gave it a couple of rough squeezes that made the boy cry out.

”Doing good, pretty boy.”

Steve looked at him and turned more redder than he was.

He gave his cock a small jerk before removing his hand, leaving Steve whining at the loss.

”Not yet.” Was all Billy said before moving behind Tommy.

He wasn’t even giving a shit at this point that his clothes were getting wet. He still had his gym clothes after all.

”Look at him, what a slut.” Billy purred and it made Tommy moan ”Can’t get enough of your dick, huh?”

”Yeah… always fucking begging for it.” Tommy surprisingly got out even with Billy’s hard chest against his back.

Billy laughed and moved his hands to Tommy hips, helping him move and fuck Steve more faster.

He couldn’t keep his eyes away from where the other two were connected. How Steve’s fat ass was sucking Tommy’s dick inside.

Billy wondered how long they had been doing this. How long Steve had been taking Tommy’s cock like this. After they ended their friendship or… before?

They were childhood friends. That he knew. Tommy couldn’t stop talking about Steve. About how he thought he was a ’good guy’ but then left his best friend for some pussy just like that.

Seems like he hadn’t, after all.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tommy suddenly groaned and that’s when he stilled inside Steve, coming inside the other’s tight heat.

Steve let out a satisfied moan and clenched around Tommy.

”Fucking bitch.” Tommy cursed and pulled out, cock shiny with cum. He took a step back to give Billy some space.

”Go on, take your turn. The bitch loves when he’s full.”

Billy grinned at him and slowly moved behind Steve’s body ”Yeah? Fuck him a lot like this?”

He loved the way Tommy’s spent dick kicked and how the freckled boy had to calm his breathing.

”Wouldn’t you like to know.”

And, okay. Billy liked that. He hadn’t really seen this side of Tommy and he really liked it. He thought he was just a prick trying to hate on his old friend and get a new ’King’ to be by his side because he was too miserable, but no.

Billy spat on his dick, giving it a few squeezes. He moved his hands down to Steve’s ass and slowly pulled his ass cheeks apart to see that perfect hole.

”Fuck, Harrington… look at you.” Billy couldn’t help himself as he pushed two of his fingers in and felt how wet and warm his hole was.

Steve whined under him as he tried to push his ass closer.

He really was a fucking slut.

Billy removed his fingers and spread Tommy’s cum on his cock before lining up and pushing in. And holy fucking shit. Billy never thought he’d be able to know what heaven felt like. But this was it.

Steve let out a long moan under him as he was filled with cock, a thick one and couldn’t help how pre cum leaked from his untouched dick.

”Oh my god, so big, Billy, please— Please!” Steve cried out and Tommy put a hand on top of his mouth.

”Keep it down and take it like a good boy.”

Billy groaned at Tommy’s words as he was bottoming inside Steve’s tight heat, his hips flushed with the other’s round and red ass. He moved his hands to rest on Steve’s waist, giving him a little squeeze before pulling out and fucking right back in.

Tommy grinned next to them as he watched Billy start up a rough pace, similar to his which always made Steve’s ass jiggle just right.

”Keep fucking him like that.”

”Don’t tell me what to do, Hagan.” Billy growled, but they exchanged grins before Tommy was dropping to his knees and taking Steve inside his mouth.

Tommy had removed his hand from Steve’s mouth and as he sucked him in, Steve let out a loud moan which echoed inside the showers.

”Fuck, Harrington.” Billy laughed and moved his hand on the brunette’s neck. When he put pressure, Steve choked and it just made Billy smile wider.

Tommy moaned under them as he popped his head with the same pace as Billy fucked Steve and even though choked a couple of times, he didn’t take his mouth off of Steve and Billy couldn’t wait to get some head from Tommy, too.

The water was turning colder little by little, and it made Billy a little giddy to know they’ve almost used all the hot water because the school was a piece of shit, but nothing was stopping the guys as they kept going.

Skin slapping on skin was filling the foggy room. The desperate sounds coming out from Steve’s mouth, groans and moans from Billy’s as he threw his head back and the pleased humming from Tommy as he deep throated his known ’rival’.

This was a situation Billy never thought he’d be in.

But oh did it make him excited.

”I’m close! D-don’t wanna cum yet!” Steve got out and Billy couldn’t agree more as he felt himself getting on the edge.

Tommy popped his mouth off of Steve’s dick and jerked it faster ”Go on, slut. You can cum.”

”Noooo—” Steve whined like a brat as he was trying to keep himself from cumming, but the dick in his ass and the hand on his dick felt so good it was hard to ignore.

”Yes, Steve. Be a good boy and finish.” Billy joined in.

”No, no!”

Billy chuckled and picked up the pace, brutally hitting on the spot that got Steve’s pale skin full with goosebumps.

He really didn’t wanna cum either, trying to hold himself back as much as he could because he never wanted this to end. Billy could see Tommy was holding back too as he was wrapping his hand around his own dick, squeezing it tightly around it as if it helped.

Ah. A competition.

That Billy loved. And he loved winning.

”You look so good on your knees, Tommy. Wanna fuck your mouth, bet you’d look really pretty.”

He grinned when Tommy bit his bottom lip.

”Yeah? Maybe I’d make you suck mine, would reeaally love to hear you shut the fuck up.”

Billy chuckled and smacked Steve’s ass which made the older boy cry, clearly becoming overwhelmed.

”Fuck, is Harrington always this tight? I bet he takes you so well every time and that’s why you can’t get enough even if you pretend to hate him.”

Billy grinned as Tommy moaned weakly.

”B-Billy—” Steve glanced at him, eyes glossy.

”Shh, it’s alright, Steve.” He purred and squeezed his hips.

But he wasn’t stopping the teasing.

”I bet he could take both of us at the same time. Hole just sucking us in as we’d fuck him slow and deep. Make him scream our names as we’d ruin him from everyone else…”

”Fuck!” Tommy cursed, voice high-pitched as he tried not to jerk himself off while Steve whined between them.

But Billy knew he’d got them both.

Because soon Steve was cumming onto Tommy’s face, too overwhelmed with the words Billy was saying and Tommy was right behind him, cum hitting his own stomach and some even hit Steve’s legs.

Billy grinned when he saw others blissed out faces.

He picked up the pace, arms wrapping around Steve’s waist as he chased his own release.

”Gonna fuck you full.” Billy whispered right next to Steve’s ear

”Mhm, yes! Billy!”

Fuck.

He bottomed all the way inside Steve, making the other arch his back and Billy had never cummed so hard in his life.

They were all silent for a while, just a lot of loud breathing as they all tried to come down from their highs.

Someone turned off the shower, thank god and soon they were all sitting down or more like laying down against the cold wall covered with each other's spunk.

Tommy had gotten most of it, but some of it got on Steve and Billy as well when they’d made out for a little.

”Shit…” Billy groaned as his clothes were starting to stick on to him a little too uncomfortably.

But, he really didn’t give a shit. He was too fucked out.

Steve had his eyes closed as he pulled his hair back and Billy swore he had never seen anyone as beautiful as Steve Harrington.

”You good, Harrington?” He got out, trying not to stare too long at the other guy even though he literally just fucked him.

”Uh-huh… really good, man.” Steve answered with a thump up as he leaned his head against Tommy’s shoulder, giving it a small kiss which made Tommy and Billy look up at each other and Tommy looked nervous for the first time.

It was easy with the sex, but now that things were calming down and the reality was coming more present, Billy realized that there was something more between these two than just hate-sex.

But he didn’t think they guys really knew what it was.

”Yeah,” Tommy broke the silence first, glancing at Steve ”He’s totally out of it.”

It made Steve laugh with a hoarse voice and soon Billy and Tommy were cracking up as well.

[sadhours]

idk some harringrove

Steve talks. He talks and talks. Never has a solid point but that’s fine because his plump, pink lips smack together in a real pretty way that has Billy following. Maybe not the words but the shapes they make of his lips as they leave his mouth.

Dude’s blitzed but this is the funnest Harrington gets. Getting coke is hard in this porta-potty town but Billy’s scored some. And it’s questionable stuff. Ain’t the way it feels back home but hell, does it make Harrington run his mouth. Wiggles his jaw around like he’s bouncing around something in there, and he is— it’s just his words. Billy knows he’s got this fucking dumbass, lovey look on his face. Knows it because when he catches Hagan’s eyes, the fucker bounces his eyebrows. Billy’s been caught. And with the subpar blow and the fiery whiskey, he don’t care too much.

Guards down, maybe because he gets the same type of vibe from these fucks. The vibe his dad gets from him. Spell it out, Billy. F-A-G-G-O-T. Word he says to himself in the mirror to “knock it off” like his good ‘ol dad tells him to. But then you get Harrington in a room with him and it’s all out the window. Wants that word smeared proudly across his fucking forehead so Harrington’ll get the picture. The way Hagan gets it.

Unfortunately, those Bambi eyes might be as empty as they appear. Harrington don’t get it. Even when Billy thinks he’s making it obvious as can be. Harrington will laugh it off, like Billy’s just being guys the way guys are. And that his squeezing of Steve’s face in hands isn’t a gesture of fucking attraction. And well, maybe that’s why Billy does it in the first place.

But he gets that feeling from Steve. Maybe it’s wishful thinking. Cognitive dissonance maybe? Billy doesn’t exactly know what that means. Just knows he wants to plant a fat kiss on Harrington’s pretty, flapping lips and knows the dumbass would laugh it off if he did in the first place.

“God, you’re sure are stupid,” Billy tells the brunette.

Steve pauses, tilts his head as his eyes bounce from side to side. No doubt reciting whatever the fuck he’d said back in his head. Trying to figure out whatever the dumb thing he said was. And there wasn’t— or, there probably was but Billy’s too goddamn in love to even recognize what it was. Staring at those pretty lips like there’s no tomorrow.

Hagan giggles. Billy knows his biggest wish is to be in the middle of a Billy-Steve sandwich. And maybe he’d live his dream if Steve was a little less dense. But as far as that goes, Harrington is the most clueless fucker Billy’s met.

And god damn isn’t that the cutest thing about him.

“What did I say?” Harrington asks, Bambi eyes blinking quick and dumb, pouty lips parted. Billy wants his tongue on them.

“Fuck if I know, I haven’t been listening to a damn thing,” Billy cackles, kicks his foot against Harrington’s ankle for good measure.

“Then how was it stupid?” He’s confused, it’s written all over his pretty face.

Billy shrugs, laughs with Hagan. Knows Steve doesn’t get it and they’re both in love with the idiot. Oblivious to the whole bit.

“I said you’re stupid,” Billy smirks.

“Yeah, no I heard you,” Harrington replies, head still tilted in the mess of confusion.

Hagan makes it weird, “You’re cute, Harrington.”

Billy’s a mess of giggles then, on his back as it rips through him.

Harrington looks at the pair of them like they’re insane. And maybe they are. But Billy agrees, Harrington is cute.

[hargrove-mayfields]

My Harringrove Relay Race Piece!

Word Count: ~700

Pure sfw romantic fluff 💕

@harringrove-relay-race

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Carol got a flat tire and can’t make it in time.

So here Billy and Steve are.

Sat on the floor, ice packs in hand like weapons, the two of them working as a tactical team to keep Heather's brain from overheating. That's not how it works, but Billy’s ocd brain heard that cold helps her feel better after seizures on a hard day, and sort of ran with it.

Their best friend is epileptic, full time under the care of their other best friend. The boys are no medical professionals like Carol, but they’re functioning off of enough practical knowledge to be trusted to keep her safe.

Heather, however, doesn’t like feeling crowded.

Now that she’s responsive and relaxed again, propped up on some pillows, she complains, “Really, I don’t need babysat, you guys.”

Steve instantly backs off. He understands the feeling of overstimulation, comparing in his head the feeling of having a crowd around after a meltdown, blurry forms of faces getting too close.

Billy would. But his instincts are screaming at him to hold it in place. Keep her cool, or something bad will happen. Something he doesn’t even wanna think about.

He swallows his nervousness thickly, “We’ll stay ‘til Carol gets here to help you out.”

“You’ve said that a million times, bub.” Heather smiles softly, understanding, at the same time really trying to get Billy to understand she’s okay.

That makes him sort of sheepish. Embarrassed by the part of himself he always wished he could control. He forces a little smile too, “I’m not bothering you, am I?”

“Of course not, sugar lump. But Steve looks like he’s going to faint. And you look tired.” She gently pushes on his cheek to make him look at Steve, and yeah, he does look worn the hell out. Damn it. He’s spent too much energy caring for everyone else again. Billy would be drowning in guilt, if not for Heather’s reassurances, “I don't feel seizure-y anymore. I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Caught between two sides of his own thinking, Billy starts to chew the inside of his cheek. Not even noticing he’s doing it.

Until Steve interrupts, quiet to show he isn’t mad, just observing, “Bad stim.”

He always carries at least two chew necklaces for that reason. Usually his favorite cloth one, and a rubber one for Billy. The chewies hurt his own teeth, but he wears it anyways, just in case his Billy needs it.

It’s romantic really.

And it is as well when Steve loops it off of his own neck, and places it over Billy’s, giving him an easy fix to the harmful chewing.

Appreciative, Billy kisses the palm of Steve’s hand as he puts it on him,

Watching the moment, Heather snorts a little laugh at them. “You two are so lovey-dovey. It’s disgusting.”

Billy rolls his eyes back, “Aw, you’re just saying that.”

In the short stretch of silence that follows, Steve decides to scoot a little closer and lay his head on Billy’s shoulder. At first, he thinks he might just want some affection, but the action suddenly reminds Billy of something.

“Do you wanna tell her?” He asks Steve, trying to be quiet about it.

She hears anyway. Propping herself up, Heather wiggles her brows, “Ooh, tell me what?”

“Promise not to have another seizure?”

“You know that’s not the way it works.”

“I don’t know… this is pretty big.” Alright, so maybe he’s nervous and stalling for time. So what?

Heather’s voice gets squeaky in frustration, “Just tell me, William!”

The anticipation is too much. Steve declares it himself, tapping his hands excitedly, “We’re getting married!!”

Grocery bags and car keys are dropped to the floor behind them. Carol’s home, and she has Tommy with her.

Billy and Steve will be the first of their friends to get married. It might help that they don’t have college or kids or budding careers in the way, but Billy’s proud of the achievement anyways.

Tommy flashes a signature cheeseburger smile and gives a thumbs up behind Carol, who herself shrieks, “What?! Tell. Me. Everything!!”

Everything including Billy dropping the ring under the couch and losing it, or Steve crying so hard he got the hiccups, and couldn’t eat the cookies Billy baked to celebrate?

He won’t say no, but they’re going to be here for a while.

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Hope y’all liked this little snippet! And if you enjoyed this, I bet you’re all gonna love what our next poster has in store! So excited and thrilled to announce the very talented, very inspired- @nymphwriter!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Just so no one gets confused. I 100% think that Tommy only befriended Billy to make Steve jealous. I'm pretty sure he hated the guy because he chose someone so completely the opposite of Steve to not seem like he was pining after Steve because even in his King Steve days, he was nowhere near Billy's level of anything. Steve wasn't even a bully, despite what some people thought. Steve had nothing to apologize for except for the theater and what he said to Jonathan, which he already apologized for. I'm pretty sure the only things that Steve, Tommy, and Carol did were act a little bitchy towards each other. They were just normal asshole teenagers who lacked a filter, and Steve was pretty much there to be their filter. You could see in Steve in season one in the background telling Tommy to knock it off. Does that mean he didn't feel sad when he died? No, but I definitely think that Tommy was only using Billy. I mean, at Tina's Halloween party, Tommy was definitely trying too hard.

[shieldofiron]

Broke: Robin and Heather getting Harringrove together

Woke: Tommy and Carol getting Harringrove together.

[medusapelagia]

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