#implied bottom billy hargrove

[billyharringson]

I've been so excited about @subbillyweek that of course I had to post on day one. I didn't use any prompts because I've had this idea in my head for ages.

Title: I need you to hurt me

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Mungrove (Billy/Eddie)

Additional Tags: Sub Billy Hargrove, Dom Eddie Munson, Bottom Billy Hargrove, Top Eddie Munson, Subspace, Dom/sub, Handcuffs, Bondage, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Spanking, Masochism, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, First Time, First Kiss, Kink Negotiation, Biting, Marking, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Soft Billy Hargrove, Gay Billy Hargrove, Billy Hargrove Needs a Hug, Gay Eddie Munson

Summary:

When Eddie opened the door to his trailer that evening to see Billy Hargrove standing there, he wasn’t overly worried. The newly crowned keg king of Hawkins high had bought from him multiple times over the last few months. He’d never turned up at Eddie’s home though.

“Hargrove?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he finally registered the tense set to Billy’s shoulders, the way he seemed to be practically shaking with pent up energy. It seemed like a far-fetched thought, that Billy might have followed him home to start a fight, but it still flashed through his mind.

“I need you to hurt me,” Billy said, jacket bunching in his hands from where he was curling his fists in his pockets.

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[strangerthingsbigbang]

Title: He Looks So Pretty, Like A Devil

Author: Jad3w1ngs Artist: Vecnass Beta: ghostdeb Characters: Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Gareth, Jeff, Wayne Munson, Max Mayfield Relationship(s): Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson Warnings: N/A Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Gay Billy Hargrove, Gay Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is Bad at Flirting, Billy Hargrove is a Little Shit, Billy Hargrove is Bad at Communicating, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Neil Hargrove is His Own Warning, Friends With Benefits, Bottom Billy Hargrove, Virgin Eddie Munson, Topping from the Bottom, Top Eddie Munson, Unsafe Sex, van sex, Riding, Oral Sex, Blowjobs whilst driving, Period-Typical Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Slurs, Mutual Pining, Lack of Communication Wordcount: 15,652 Summary:

Eddie has been crushing on the new boy ever since he first arrived at Hawkins in a blur of dust and heavy metal, but it's not like anything will ever happen between them. Even if Billy did like boys, he's popular and Eddie... well Eddie isn't. So when Billy finds out that he's in a band and asks if he can come to a show, Eddie's sure that nothing will come of it. And then he hears Billy sing.

He Looks So Pretty, Like A Devil by Jad3w1ngs

art masterpost by Vecnass

[fkinkindagauche]

Goldilocks

Back with another prompt fill for @harringrovewinterbingo! This one's for C1 on my card, "hidden classification", so I'm on my omegaverse bullshit again.

Also, just as an FYI, I'm not fully switching to Harringrove, I'm just planning to go back and forth with this and Steddie until eventually I ascend to Metalsandwich.

Rating: Explicit | WC: 8,587 | Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Billy Hargrove Lives, Billy Hargrove Needs a Hug, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 03, Alpha Steve Harrington, Omega Billy Hargrove, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Masturbation, Mildly Dubious Consent, Top Steve Harrington, Bottom Billy Hargrove, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering

Notes: The "mildly dubious consent" tag is just for normal omegaverse things, though like all the rest of my a/b/o fics this is honestly a toned down version where they've both still retained most of their faculties and are just real horny.

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"Do you think Keith will still make us open the store tomorrow if we really get all that snow?" Robin asked, looking up from the crossword puzzle she was working on.

"Yes, he absolutely will," Steve replied with conviction. "And he'll love doing it."

Robin sighed, thunking her forehead on the counter. A huge snowstorm was forecast for that night, bigger than Hawkins had seen in years. Most people were already hunkered down, cozy in their houses with emergency supplies. They'd had a rush of people renting videos earlier in the day to stock up, but the past two hours hadn't seen a single customer. Keith had still refused to let them close early.

"What if the storm comes now and we end up stuck in Family Video, subsisting only on Red Vines and our own piss?" Robin could get very imaginative with her doomsday scenarios.

"There's Mountain Dew," Steve pointed out.

Robin made a face. "I'd rather drink my piss." He could see the wheels in her head spinning further scenarios of doom. "You're going to run out of suppressants and go into rut. I might have to kill you."

"Robs, I don't think we're going to be stuck in here that long. Or even at all. But if we were, I would voluntarily walk outside to my death when my suppressants ran out," he reassured her.

She nodded. "Thank you. So noble."

They both perked up as the bell above the door jingled, announcing a customer. Steve turned, barely holding back a groan as he saw Billy Hargrove walking in.

Billy glared at both of them, looking even twitchier than usual. Steve had really hoped that Billy was going to emerge from his lengthy medically-induced coma following the Starcourt fiasco healed of his assholery. Unfortunately, Billy had woken up in September still an asshole. A quieter asshole than he'd been before, less prone to starting explosive fights, but still thoroughly unpleasant.

"Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum are working today, I see," Billy drawled, prowling between the rows of videos like he was stalking prey.

Robin rolled her eyes at Steve.

"You're cutting it a little close with the storm, aren't you?" Steve asked. Maybe if he steered the conversation toward the neutrality of the weather they could get out of this interaction unscathed.

Billy smirked at him. "I'm not afraid of snow." He trailed his fingers along the rows of VHS tapes, eventually plucking one up.

"Aren't you from California?" Robin asked. "Do you even know how to drive in the snow?"

Steve glared at her. Implying that Billy didn't know how to do something was a great way to make this unpleasant interaction even more unpleasant.

He walked up to them, dropping Re-Animator on the counter. In the rankings for tit screen time, this was one of the highest films they had on offer. Typical.

"I can drive in any weather, sweetheart," Billy said to Robin.

She turned around so she was facing away from Billy and made a gagging face at Steve. Then she left Steve to finish helping Billy, heading to the backroom. Traitor.

Steve's nostrils flared when Billy leaned toward him to hand him his rental account card. Billy smelled weirdly sweet. Almost like an omega.

Steve cleared his throat. No way. There must be something wrong with his sinuses. Billy was the single most alpha individual Steve had ever met. Steve could definitely remember smelling alpha the few times they'd been close enough while playing basketball. And one very memorable time while getting the shit kicked out of him.

As Billy collected his card and VHS tape, he winced and doubled over. When he straightened, he looked terrified.

"You alright, man?" Steve asked. The sweet smell from before was going sour, another indication that it was, in fact, coming from Billy.

"Fine," Billy grumbled, turning away from Steve and walking toward the door. His gait was unsteady, almost like he was drunk. He hadn't seemed drunk. Hopefully he wasn't about to have some brain injury-induced seizure in the doorway to Family Video.

Billy made it to the door and out without collapsing, so Steve tried to put it out of his mind. He needed to shake his constant helper mindset. Especially where assholes were concerned.

Robin emerged from the back room. "Is the ogre gone?" she asked, peering around.

Steve snorted. "Yeah, he's gone. That was weird."

"What, did he act pleasant for once?" she asked, voice dripping sarcasm.

"Oh, definitely not. He just… smelled weird."

Robin raised her eyebrows. "Is he going into rut or something? Why'd he come here if he's going into rut? He could have gone apeshit and killed us!"

"Okay, offensive that you think I couldn't take him."

She gave him that look she reserved for when he was being his most obtuse. "I've heard the play-by-play from the kids on multiple occasions. You can't take him."

He grimaced. He needed to pull the conversation away from his past failures and back on track. "He didn't smell like he was going into rut. He smelled like he was going into heat."

Robin guffawed. "That's impossible." She was a beta, and wouldn't be able to catch any lingering hints of Billy's scent. "Everyone knows Billy Hargrove is an alpha."

"Yeah," Steve said absently, looking out the window. "Impossible."

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[bucksaiga]

You swore 💔

Part 1

Half socmed half fic where Steve gets more than he bargained for when he starts cheating on his girlfriend with the hot cashier from the boutique near his job. inspired by this post

18+

Part 2 -> Part 3 -> Part 4 -> Part 5 -> Part 6 ->

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Everyone in town knew Billy Hargrove, the part time lifeguard at Hawkins Pool. Steve never expected to get up close and personal with this guy before learning he also worked at a small denim boutique near Family Video. 

Steve stopped in on payday to buy a new pair of jeans and spotted the hot lifeguard as he was folding some bootcut jeans. 

It was a small boutique, so only one employee was necessary, and it just so happened to be Billy. 

“Hey, welcome. Need some help?” He smiled, a strikingly charming smile. 

“Just looking.” Steve responded with a soft grin of his own, shopping around the boutique to find the perfect fit of jeans. 

He found a pair in his size, lifting them to examine them more closely. 

“Oh, you don’t want those.” Billy mentioned. 

“No? Why not?”

Billy set down the pair he was folding, approaching Steve. “Pretty boy like you should get a pair that hugs that ass just right, y’know? You don’t want anything loose and unflattering. The wrong fit could ruin your whole ensemble.”

Steve’s heart skipped a beat. Pretty boy? Did he just call him that and mention his ass? 

Now, Steve had yet to realize his admiration for attractive men was more than admiration. It took him being infatuated with Billy to learn this about himself. 

He let Billy select the perfect pair of jeans for him and he tried them on, looking at his ass in the mirror. 

“See? That’s what I’m talkin' about.” Billy gave a nod of approval. “If you’re happy with them, I’ll ring you up.”

“O-oh. Yeah. Sure.” Steve agreed to buy the pair and left that boutique shaking like a leaf. 

What really did him in was the way their hands briefly touched when Billy placed the receipt in his hand and asked him to come again. 

Steve took it as an invitation and did just that the following week. 

He walked in, deciding he suddenly needed a new shirt. What he really needed was another interaction with Billy. 

“Back again, Bambi?” Billy smiled as the new pet name rolled off his tongue.

Steve smirked and nodded, trying to avoid looking at Billy’s glistening, muscular arms in that lifeguard tank top and the sexy, messy bun his curls were tucked into. 

“I’m just here to buy a shirt.” Steve answered. “Any suggestions?”

“We have some cotton polos on the wall.” He pointed. “Those look good on you under your work vest.” 

There was that smile again. 

“You think so?”

“I know so. I’ve got an eye for that. Unless you wanna try something different?” He took a step towards Steve, closing the distance between them. 

Billy was the something different Steve wanted to try. 

He glanced down at Steve’s jeans, smirking at his hardly concealed bulge. “They look good on you. Show off all your assets.” They locked eyes as Billy bit his bottom lip. 

Steve could feel his body heating up, stupidly unaware of the face he made as his mouth hung open, drool nearly dribbling from the sides of his mouth.

“I uh…I’ve got something in the back you could try, but only if you’re interested.”

Steve pushed his bangs off his forehead, nodding without a second thought. He knew what Billy was implying. He wanted to try something new for sure. 

Billy locked the door and put a “Back in 30 minutes” sign in the window, then led Steve to the back room.

He pushed Steve against the wall, kissing his neck as he unbuttoned his jeans and slowly unzipped them. 

Steve’s entire body trembled as Billy made his way down to his cock, taking him into his mouth and sucking him like there was no tomorrow. 

Billy’s blue eyes stared into Steve’s soul as he slurped on his cock and Steve was in disbelief. 

He grabbed hold of Billy’s bun, bucking his hips and gently thrusting into his hot, wet mouth. 

“Oh…shit.” He whispered. 

This had to be a dream. It had to. He hardly knew this guy, but the amount of sexual tension between them was insane. There was no way he would have been able to go home and forget about him. 

If his cock wasn’t down Billy’s throat, he would be back home right now jerking it. He pushed the thoughts of Billy and his pretty smile away until he just couldn’t take it anymore. 

This was the most exciting, most exhilarating experience of Steve’s life. His cock hardened and swelled in Billy’s mouth and he moaned so desperately, like it’d been months since he had sex. 

He was only with Nancy 2 days ago, and yet, he couldn’t stop himself from craving Billy. 

“I’m gonna cum…ah, shit.” He spilled into Billy’s mouth, whining and shaking as he swallowed it all up, continuing to suck until there was nothing left. 

Billy slowly pulled away and looked at him. “Still need a shirt?” He asked, only to be answered with a small nod. 

Billy picked out a shirt for Steve and asked him to come again, but more demanding than last week. 

So Steve did return the following week, and the week after that. 

And each week they’d go into the back room and do something nasty that Steve could never do with Nancy. 

“You should come to my house.” Steve suggested in a whisper as his hand was wrapped around their cocks, jerking them together as they sucked each other’s tongues. 

“Oh yeah? What’ll happen if I come to your house?” Billy asked. 

“All kinds of stuff.” Steve smiled. “We’ll be all alone, just like we are now, except in my nice, comfy bed.”

“Can I spend the night with you, pretty boy?” Billy asked softly, moaning as his orgasm grew nearer. “Ride you til the sun rises?”

Steve knew it was risky, but one glance into those pretty blue eyes, and he was willing to risk it all. “Course you can, baby.”

“Mmm…gonna cum.” 

“Me too.”

They shared a kiss, one more gentle than lustful as they shared an orgasm. 

Steve knew keeping this up was a bad idea, but he didn’t have any idea how bad it would be until it went on for a little too long. 

Steve started inviting Billy over on days he knew Nancy would be too busy, which was a lot of days, but still risky as hell. Steve kind of liked how dangerous this was, but eventually he started to kind of like Billy, and his feelings were all mixed up in a mess. 

For 2 months, Steve and Billy were fucking and texting regularly, and when they cuddled after sex the last time, Steve knew he had to come clean with Billy before he got the wrong idea. 

The night before they planned to see each other again, Steve texted Billy, deciding to tell him the truth. 

It’s a small town. Steve just assumed Billy already knew about Nancy.

“Shit.” Steve said aloud, throwing himself onto his bed. “No. No. I gotta tell him.”

He didn't want to fuck this up. In all his years with Nancy, he never felt anything quite like what he felt with Billy, and he just didn't want to let that go.

That was Steve’s mistake. 

Steve had yet to learn how spiteful Billy was. And, oh, was he about to fucking learn. 

[slowandsteddie]

Y’all voted on this.

“Hey there, big guy.” / “You aren’t Eddie.”

I was really really excited to write this, honestly.

It is VERY important that you read the CW on this one.

I might be working through some things I personally went through on this one, so it’s… darker than I’d normally go.

CW: Steve is drugged, very heavily implied sexual assault (maybe skip the pink font?), ptsd, mention of bad parents, drinking as a coping mechanism, underage drinking, bartender looks like Billy (isn’t btw), very brief mention of Billy’s death, mentions of drugs, mentions of weed

Lots of hurt and little comfort.

Parts of this feel kinda rushed to me, and there’s one part where that is on purpose. But, uh. Not a fan of the ending of this bc it’s late and I’m sleepy. But also I don’t wanna edit this or dwell on it or it won’t get posted at all. So. This is where we are.

Potential for a part two.

2536 words.

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After the night that Nancy called their relationship bullshit, Steve had sworn off alcohol and any drug stronger than the weed he used to help himself sleep when he was home alone. And he had been able to stick to it, too.

Until Starcourt.

When he had nearly been killed by Russians, confessed his love to a lesbian (while he, himself was mostly gay), and saw Billy Hargrove murdered by some thing from the Upside Down.

Yeah, life was pretty fucked up. And if he found solace at the bottom of a bottle, that was his problem.

No one but Robin needed to know. That girl was his Platonic soulmate and she got to know practically everything. Hell, he had lost track of how many times they had slept in the same bed, just so they could know the other was still breathing. They clung so tight to each other that it was like they were trying to nestle into rib cages and grasp onto bones so that they couldn’t be ripped apart again.

It helped with the nightmares and the panic to have someone so close to him who understood. Someone who knew what he went through without him having to explain it. Someone who knew that the fire cover up was complete shit. Someone who wasn’t a kid that he had to protect and hide his pain from.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved those kids. He would die for them. He’d kill for them. He’d wreck the beautiful car of his dreams for them. He’d even pretend to be okay for them, no matter what. But he could never confide in them. Not about what he went through. Not the way he could with Robin.

The thing about trauma bonding with someone is that there doesn’t have to be secrets. They already knew the worst thing that you have been through, so everything else would be a cakewalk by comparison.

During the day, it was easy to be goofy and laugh and hide the fact that he had been through absolute hell. But at night, everything came back to him. Him screaming that he just worked for Scoops and not being believed. Him offering free ice cream for life, just to get out of there.

Offering his body when that didn’t work because he didn’t have anything else and he knew his parents wouldn’t pay a ransom, even if the Russians had decided to try that route. And if they took him up on that offer, no one had to know. He didn’t even have to know. He could just pretend that the drugs took those memories too and not think about it.

The night time was what had him drinking again. The sun would start setting and he’d find himself reaching for that bottle, as though he needed it as desperately as he needed air and open spaces.

Even when Robin was over, he couldn’t close the door before taking a shower. Though, that didn’t matter much, when she’d go sit on the toilet and talk to him, with nothing but a curtain between them as the water poured over him and he sobbed as silently as he could while he cleaned himself and she chatted away about some random thing that he couldn’t follow, no matter how hard he tried. On particularly bad nights, Robin would find him in the shower, and wearing his t-shirt and shorts, she would help him wash his hair, his body, while he could only lean against the wall, feeling as though he would shake himself apart.

But, he needed to get better. He couldn’t be a mess forever. He couldn’t rely on his best friend always being available to help him through the rough patches. Most people would see the therapist recommended to them after going through things like The Upside Down and days of torture at the hands of Russians in a base under the mall that they used to work in.

Not Steve.

Oh, no.

That made too much sense.

Instead of therapy, he decided that going to a gay club in Indy would be a great idea. It had been long enough that his injuries had turned to scars. Sure, his ears rang a lot and sometimes his vision went a little fuzzy if he turned his head too fast, but he was fine. Really.

He had called and told Robin where he’d be. He didn’t need her panicking because she went to his house and he wasn’t there. He also called Henderson, just to make sure one of the kids knew he wasn’t home. They all talked constantly so the message would get around.

Just because he was stupid, didn’t mean he was irresponsible.

Steve was dressed in his favorite jeans, the ones that made his ass look nice, and a yellow polo. He didn’t really have many options in terms of shirts because it was almost time to do laundry again. He hated the washer though, as he still had times when his ribs panged when he tried to lean over too far. With that stupid washer, he always had to lean too far. There was no other way to make sure he got everything out of it.

He took the time to style his hair properly, even when the effort made his arms shake and the muscles in his hands and wrists spasm. Being tortured had some lasting effects and it was annoying. He was so tired of it. Tired of being forced to remember what he went through, even while doing the most mundane things.

He flipped the collar on his shirt up to try and make sure that the scars on his neck weren’t too obvious at first glance. That was as good as it was going to get as he refused to wear makeup to cover it up.

Then, he walked out to his car after locking the front door. Here goes nothing. He slid into the car that he hadn’t actually driven in a few weeks and started her up. She purred as though it was only yesterday that she was last turned on.

Steve mouthed the directions to himself before buckling up, turning on the radio, and beginning the drive.

Time passed, though he wasn’t sure how much of it. But he did get to the club without incident. He parked his car and locked the door before putting the keys in his pocket.

His favorite thing about this place was that they didn’t ID, something that he remembered from when he had came here before Starcourt. He had just wanted to dance with fellow queers. The first few times that he was here, he had been given water when he went to the bar.

He was glad to find that this time the bartender asked him what he’d be drinking. He was glad that the blond with curly hair and a charming smile didn’t even bat an eye over his request for a shot of whiskey, and just poured the drink.

“First one’s on the house.” God, even his voice was charming.

“Thank you,” Steve replied gratefully.

He threw the drink back and didn’t even make a face over it. The familiar, warm burn of the alcohol was a welcome one.

“How much for the second?” He asked, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“For you? A dollar a shot.”

Steve placed a 10 dollar bill down. “One shot and one mixed drink that would leave you with what you consider an acceptable tip.”

“Yessir,” the bartender replied with a smile.

It wasn’t fair that the older male had ocean eyes he could get lost in.

Steve took the shot like nothing again, running a hand through his hair. He thanked the bartender, again, before taking his mixed drink and moving to the dance floor.

He was having fun. There were a lot of people and loud music and he had some liquid courage that was also helping to keep his chronic pain under control. After a few songs, he finished his drink before going to take his glass to the bar.

He was dizzy, but he just assumed that was from turning his head too fast a few minutes ago when someone started dancing behind him. He told himself that it had just been because he wanted to know if the guy pressing against his back was cute or not. (He was.)

Steve’s thoughts were incoherent, but he had moments when his brain didn’t seem to work right, especially when he was under the influence. It was his new normal ever since his brain had been starved of oxygen. But he couldn’t think about that again. Not now.

He asked the bartender for water, noticing the name tag this time. Billy. Oh, the painful irony.

He drank it down pretty fast, fully intending to thank him for it after. But then there was an arm around his shoulder and he was moving on to help someone on the other side of the bar.

“Hey there, big guy,” the other male said while squeezing his shoulder.

“You aren’t Eddie,” he said stupidly. It was in that moment that Steve realized who he had a crush on, but that wasn’t important right now.

“I can be whoever you want me to be, handsome.”

Steve pulled away. “I’m sorry, but no. You really can’t.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. That was a bad joke. Eddie sent me to take you home.”

“He wouldn’t have sent anyone to get me.” He said defiantly. “He’d come himself,” he added to cover up whatever he had said.

The world was spinning worse and he turned to walk to the bathroom. He was being followed and he knew it, but what other choice did he have?

By the time Steve got to the bathroom, he was mostly out of it. But, he got flashes.

—

The door being locked behind them.

His pants being unbuttoned.

Trying to struggle but it was just so hard to lift his arms.

Being shoved against the counter.

Heavy breathing in his ear.

Pain.

Sliding down.

Curling into a ball.

Clutching his own shirt.

Eddie.

Eddie.

Eddie.

—

When Steve woke up again, the first thing he noticed was that he was in the trailer. The second thing he noticed was that he felt like shit. Everything hurt more than it should for just a hangover, and he didn’t even want to think about why his hips and thighs felt the way they did.

He tried to sit up, groaning over the effort before letting himself lay back down on the couch. The toilet flushed, the water ran, and then there were footsteps coming back toward him. He didn’t know why he flinched and tried to hide in the blanket he had over him, but he did.

“Hey there, big boy,” Eddie said softly.

Steve whimpered. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t like being called that anymore. It was something that the older male had called him ever since they started getting friendly. Ever since he had started buying weed from him.

“Wanna talk about it, Steve?” He added.

He shook his head.

“Why’d the bartender call me when he found you instead of Robin? Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered that you thought I was safe.”

“I don’t know. Was kinda falling apart. I guess I wanted drugs more than…”

“More than your girlfriend?”

Steve snorted. “She’s my Platonic soulmate. Capital P. Not my girlfriend.”

Eddie tilted his head. “Want me to call the soulmate?”

Steve shook his head quickly before groaning and holding his temples. “My car?” He croaked.

“I took Jeff with me to pick you up. He drove ‘er back. Your car is in my driveway, safe and sound.”

Steve made a sound and let his eyes close.

“Steve. I’m not going to make any choices for you. But you were assaulted. The only reason that bartender didn’t call the police was that he didn’t want to out you.”

His eyes fluttered. “That… that explains it.” His body chose that moment to let him pass out again.

When he was conscious again, he was still on Eddie’s couch. He could hear the other male talking on the phone. He did his best to pretend that he was still asleep. But he was crying and the sniffling gave him away.

“Hey man, do you want Robin to come here?”

“No,” he said too quickly. “I just… I need a bit to comprehend. Tell her an hour, yeah? Then I’ll go with her and get out of your hair.”

Eddie relayed the message and hung up.

“He drugged me. But I still knew what was up. He flirted with me, but I wasn’t interested. I said he wasn’t you as though I had some kind of right to want it to be you who was flirting, man. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Of course it was only the apology that Eddie picked up on.

“Because I have no right to have a crush on you after how I treated you. Because I have no right to tell you that I have a crush on you after what happened to me.”

“If that’s how you feel, then I have no right to tell you that the feeling is mutual and that I have every intention of finding the guy who did this to you and making him pay. I have no right to feel so possessive and protective. I have no right to tell you that I always run away, but right now I just want to fight for you.”

“Mm. You’re right. We have no right to be having this conversation when it’s too much for me.”

Eddie was about to get up.

“Hold me?” Steve asked so quietly.

And his request was honored so gently. He might have been whimpering and flinching, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing the older male’s shirt and clinging to it.

When Robin barged into the trailer, exactly sixty-one minutes later, Steve flinched and his hands gripped on to Eddie’s knees tightly.

Eddie was sitting sideways on the couch, his legs spread so that Steve could be seated between them. His back was against the older male’s chest and his hands had been playing with the loose threads over Eddie’s knees before he was startled. Eddie had been trying to braid Steve’s too short hair as they listened to some music that neither male was paying enough attention to in order to place.

As soon as he saw his best friend, he was struggling to his feet before stumbling over to her with all the grace of a newborn giraffe.

“R-Robbie.”

“Stevie.”

“I shouldn’t have gone.”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself.”

They were clinging to each other, both of them shaking.

“Promised to never leave you again.”

“It’s okay. We’ll get through this. Also, Eddie is driving us home because I refuse to let go of you.”

“I am?”

“You are.”

“And then you’re staying, too.” Steve added.

“I am.” There was a smile to Eddie’s voice at that.

Despite everything, Steve liked him and felt safe with him. Hopefully Eddie would never do anything to break that.

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

He Can Handle It

by Tricker86 (ike7)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Character: Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington's Parents, Steve Harrington's Mother, Steve Harrington's Father, Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson, mentioned other characters Additional Tags: Bisexual Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Hurt Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington-centric, Bottom Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Lives, Gay Eddie Munson, Established Relationship, Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Period-Typical Homophobia, Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Slurs, Violence, Domestic Violence, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Angst and Humor, did I take inspiration from mickeys coming out scene from shameless? yes. yes I did., also from Take Me To Church, if you look you might catch the occasional lyric, Steve Harrington's Father Being an Asshole, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Found Family, Sexual Humor, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Words: 2,450 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

His parents weren’t supposed to be back for another four days, they didn’t come home early unless something happened. The last time they’d come home early was when the "earthquakes" happened, but they didn’t come home because they were worried. No, they came home because since he had been missing he was considered a suspect of murder. His parents had been furious, demanding to know why he was careless enough to let the family name be tarnished by his actions. Almost an exact replica of what they’d said the time before when they came home early because Steve had gotten suspended for getting in a fist fight with Billy Hargrove during basketball practice. This time though there wasn’t a fight with Billy Hargrove. There wasn’t an "earthquake". There wasn’t anything other than the fact that for the past nine months he had been dating Eddie Munson. Steve knows they know. He doesn’t know how but they know. ---- Steve's parents find out that he's dating Eddie. He doesn't know how they found out but he can't take it anymore. He doesn't care what they think or what they do. Whatever happens, he can handle it.

[medusapelagia]

I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out ('Cause that's what young love is all about) [NSFW]

written for the @st-rarepair-roulette

Thank you so much @shieldofiron for being my beta!

Rating: Explicit - like VERY Explicit Relationship: Steve/Jason, mentioned Steve/Billy/Eddie TW: Omega Verse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Steve Harrington, Bratty Bottom Steve Harrington, Alpha Jason Carver, Alpha Eddie Munson, Alpha Billy Hargrove, Omega Chrissy Cunningham, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Verbal Humiliation, Feminization, Blow Jobs, Cock Warming, blood play (sort of), implied reference to threesome, Edging, Mention of sex toys, Muzzles, a little somnophilia, Courting Rituals, Smut, Face-Sitting Words: 9864

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Jason stares at the large exposition of blankets, sheets, and pillows, while a gentle clerk asks him if he is searching for something in particular. Of course, he is looking for something in particular! He is a fucking alpha who has been staring at the omega’s supplies for at least half an hour. “I… I’m just looking.” He says, trying to hide his nervousness, but he knows that he reeks of anxiety like a lost puppy. He grabs a fluffy pink blanket, ready to leave the shop, but when he caresses it he finds that it’s really soft and really nice, he wonders if starting with a blanket is too much. There are a lot of pillows from every dimension, some of them have feathers, others sparkle, but the one that catches his attention is a small velvety one. He takes it, holds it in his hands, looks for any imperfection, and finds none, so he takes it to the counter and the clerk smiles at him “Do you want me to wrap it for you?” Jason freezes “Why should I…” “Oh, I thought it was a courting gift. My bad.” The woman, a beta, replies, putting the pillow in a bag. “It’s for my sister.” Jason states while paying and the woman nods but it’s clear that she doesn’t believe a single word Jason is saying, so he takes his bag and goes back home, once there he runs to his room to hide the purchase he made in the back of his wardrobe, so deep that he will forget about it and will not make a fool out of himself. The next day he drives to school, resolved to forget about the pillow he bought and put it in the trash as soon as he came back, but when he sees the omega of his dreams he can’t hide the scent of arousal that comes from him: Steve the Hair Harrington, the only male omega of the school, walks just a few steps away from him, surrounded by his numerous admirers and his bodyguards, and Jason can’t help but stare at him until the group disappears in the corridor. “So, did you go?” A blond omega asks him, and Jason startles. “Hey, Chrissy. Hi.” “Tell me, did you go to the shop I told you about?” Jason nods, blushing “It was really… omegan.” “I know! It’s the best, isn’t it? Their products are all top quality!” she winks at him, “So, what did you get? A set of bed sheets for your first shared heat?” “Stop it!” Jason complains, putting a hand on her mouth to make her shut up, but the girl keeps giggling. “I know you bought something. Just tell me what!” she demands, still laughing. “I… I bought a pillow, ok? Nothing too fancy. Just… I’m going to throw it away as soon as I get home. This is a mistake. I could never… I have no possibility.” “Why no?” Chrissy asks while they walk toward their first class. There are so many reasons that Jason doesn’t even know where to start. First of all Steve Harrington, the omega he is wanting to court, is the King of the school and everyone who doesn’t dream to be him certainly would like to fuck him! Not only he is older than Jason and even taller, but he is surrounded by alphas and Jason can’t compete with Hargrove or Munson. Hagan maybe, but the other two are almost Steve’s bodyguards: wherever Steve goes they go, ready to growl at any alpha that gets too close to him. The only moment Steve is alone is in the lockers before or after PE, but Munson is outside of the door making sure no one gets too close to the king, and that is exactly where he is when Chrissy and Jason turn the corner.

[ao3feed-byler2]

There's No Up From Rock Bottom, When You're Depths Below.

by JasonVoorhees_IsBabygirl

This Euphoria inspired, Stranger Things AU follows the perspectives of mostly the main party, consisting of Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Eleven Hopper, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, and Max Mayfield, and their issues and trauma's with family, friends, and themselves.

Words: 874, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: Multi

Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Holly Wheeler, Karen Wheeler, Ted Wheeler (Stranger Things), Erica Sinclair, Claudia Henderson, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Susan Hargrove, Neil Hargrove, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Martin Brenner, Henry Creel | One | Vecna, Gareth (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things), Lonnie Byers

Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Will Byers/Gareth, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson/Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Will Byers/Henry Creel | One | Vecna

Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Cheating, Unreliable Narrator, Abusive Relationships, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Grooming, Depression, Anxiety, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Domestic Violence, Drug Dealing, Underage Smoking, Kidnapping, Attempted Kidnapping, Underage Drinking, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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[billyharringson]

Writing more pwp (with my first and possibly only foray into Top Billy) for my next @billyhargrovebingo prompt

B2: Free Space

Rating: Explicit

Ships: Harringrove

Title: Your turn on top

Additional tags: mean dom steve harrington, Sub Billy Hargrove, Dom Steve Harrington, Top Billy Hargrove, Bottom Steve Harrington, Topping from the Bottom, degradation kink, Implied/Referenced Abuse, not between Steve and billy, Billy needs to submit to feel grounded, Boys In Love, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, I couldn't help myself the feelings snuck in there, Cuming on command, why is that not a tag, Cock Rings, Riding, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Billy just wants to be good

Summary: "You know what I think baby?" Steve asked, tugging on the fistfuls of curls in his hand until Billy's tearful eyes gazed blearily up at him. He smiled, Billy always looked so beautifully dumb when he got him like this, so pliant, so happy for Steve to use him however he saw fit. He’d had Billy on his knees since he got him home, had choked him on his cock and then on his fingers for at least two hours. He hadn’t touched Billy beyond the grip on his hair, but he was already swimming in subspace. "I think it's time for you to do the work for once." He said, his smile cocky and imperious.

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[therogueheart]

Billy Hargrove's wearing his jacket.

The denim one, the oversized one Steve bought because he thought the three-sizes-too-big look was A Look, the one that fits near perfectly around Billy's broad shoulders and toned arms, just a little long at the sleeve cuffs.

His shirt's open, his tits are out, he's in Steve's fucking jacket in the middle of school.

The bastard won't even kiss him but he'll steal his clothes. He'll let Steve burn for him. He'll watch Steve with dark eyes and an under-the-lashes smoulder as girls fondle him up and whisper in his ear and—

And Steve's about four fucking seconds from launching at him like some kind of rabid animal.

Its been this way ever since Billy saved their asses. He's bigger and badder, somehow, but also... Different. Like he's teething for a fuck not a fight more than anything. Vixen in shoddy leather and eyeliner, all yoga girl curls and lips Steve wants to bite.

The energy and dynamic between them is different, too. Before Billy was feral, always at his throat, thought of Steve like shit on his shoe he couldn't scrape off. Now Billy's like a cat in heat, always purring, aloof but sultry and one second away from going cunt up if only Steve could just get his hands on Billy for longer than four fucking seconds.

It started once Billy was on his feet again. He'd prowled into the school, leather jacket and shades, headed straight past Steve and he'd braced himself for the typical shoulder barge, but when Billy brushed past him it was just that.

A slide of their bodies, a gentle nudge as if to say I'm here, and then Billy was gone. In basketball Billy went from attacking to being the one in front, steady, pliant as Steve shadowed him. Kitten-minx glances over his shoulder, plush mouth curved into a smirk as Steve folded over his back, used the inch and a half he had on Billy to his advantage.

The touching grew bolder. Billy would slouch in his seat in class, legs spreading, knee pressing into Steve's thigh as he doodled in his books, because Billy Hargrove was a straight A student who somehow never wrote an actual fucking word in class ever.

At the lockers when Steve was talking to Tommy Billy would lean back or sideways against him, as if Steve was just another inanimate blue locker, never once looking at him but always a burning hot weight against him, the coconut scent of his shampoo lodged in his lungs.

Billy would suck on pencils while staring straight at him. Billy would arch his back and run his hands down his hips in the showers with Steve less than three feet away. Billy would prowl through the halls, hips swaying, coming to heel at Steve's looks or motions like a leashed pet.

Eventually; Billy would straddle his thighs behind the old caretaker's shed, would blow smoke into his mouth with less than an inch between their lips or pour shitty vodka down his throat between classes, because around the kids he's still Pack Mom Steve but around Billy he's something else.

They're a wildfire, a temporary flash of all-consuming heat and danger and then they'll snuff out, burnt to ash and char and smoke.

Eventually; Billy would sprawl out in Steve's bed, ocean eyes hazy, syrupy drawl making fun of Steve's posters and music and closet while Steve lay beside him, always always thinking of rolling over, stealing the smoke-sour breath right out of his lungs.

They're.

They're not a couple.

Not nothing, just...

Something.

Because Billy will let Steve crowd him back against the Camaro now; pressed ankle to chest, mouths inches apart, will look up at him sugar-sweet under his lashes, vicious smirk, lazy drawl until Steve's forced to back away because if he doesn't their first time is gonna be Billy bent over the hood in the school fucking lot, and not once does Billy threaten him, or bite at him, or kill him in broad daylight.

Because Billy's wearing a jacket Steve doesn't ever remember giving him the opportunity to take, and its a primal sort of claim that has Steve vibrating on the damn spot, itching to know if it still smells like him, if Billy's walking around with Steve's scent saturating his soft skin.

Tommy's too busy sucking Carol's tongue right out of her throat to notice so Steve gives in to the baser urge, lopes through the hallway to slide an arm around Billy's tiny little waist, fingers curling in the familiar washed-soft fabric. Billy automatically leans back, like he knows exactly which idiot is brave enough to just grab at him like this.

Like there's only one idiot who actually has permission to.

The jacket still smells like him.

"I like your new style," he murmurs, husky-low, the voice that used to bribe Nancy out of her conservative sweaters and button-up skirts. "It suits you."

Billy shifts, slide of Steve's hip against the back of his, then they're side by side and just two dudes in a hallway again, maybe a little too close but hey, nobody's hands are in pants, so.

It drives him insane all day. They don't have classes together but Billy's suddenly everywhere Steve looks, in his jacket, and his thighs ache with the memory of Billy's weight on them, wonders if one day Billy'd let him fuck him in nothing but that faded denim and silver.

He'd make him bounce on it, leave the jacket open so the denim slid over his chest, scraped and sparked where he was sensitive.

And because they're doing this all ass-backwards maybe Billy will even let him hold his hand after.

After school, waiting for the kids, Steve crowds Billy back against the Beemer, boxes him in, traces where the hem of the jacket rides a half-inch above the hem of Billy's jeans with his thumb.

"Somethin' to say, pretty boy?" Billy purrs, low-smoke whiskey and gravel, cants his hips forwards Its indecent. Its risky. Dangerous.

Everything Steve drools over, burns for in his veins like his next fix when it comes to Billy Hargrove.

"When you let me," he rasps, voice wavering, because in the wild the she-wolf chooses to go cunt up for the stud, makes him prove himself first, "when you let me fuck you, wear this? Wear it please?" he begs.

Billy just smiles, saccharine slow. Thick syrup Steve will drown in.

(Later, two weeks later, Steve will buy a jacket in New York when his parents drag him there for a company dinner. Its butter-supple, somewhere between smoke ash and dark chocolate. Costs his whole shopping allowance for the trip but its worth it because Billy steals it the first chance he gets and Billy lets him kiss him for the first time with his hands fisted in the lapels and Billy switches it out for the denim jacket, winks at Steve in the hallway three weeks later and Steve knows.)

[cavinginhisfvce]

'IT'LL ALL WORK OUT'

Disclaimer: I'm honestly not a fan of Susan, but I thought this fic idea was cute!

Paring: Harringrove.

When Neil married Susan, he was against Susan adopting Billy, claiming the boy's real mother couldn't bother to be tasked with raising him, so no one should ever burden themselves with such a thing.

Susan, surprisingly, was firm in wanting to pick up the slack Billy's mother left in her wake, eventually Neil relented, and the adoption process was underway.

It's been four years, and a move to Hawkins, Indiana since Billy legally became Susan's child, something Max was displeased with initially, quickly became a comfort to her when she discovered what Neil did to his son. It had shaken her to her core, and when she relayed the information to her mother, the woman simply pulled her into a hug and murmured, "I know, baby. It'll all work out."

Max didn't know what that meant, or if she should trust her mom. But, she silently nodded, she had no real options here. She had to wait for the future. 

The future as it turns out, was just three months later; Neil had laid into Billy with more fervor than usual, and when Susan made to step in, her husband struck her. 

It hadn't detoured the red-haired woman, she continued her self-appointed task of checking on Billy, who was staring up at her with a look she's never seen on his face, a look no seventeen should ever wear. 

She gave him a small, comforting smile, just as Neil got a fist full of otherwise pristine hair; his freehand raising to strike once more.

The action worked quickly in pulling Billy from his Susan induced trance with a start, his body moving faster than his brain as he lunged at his father, swiftly knocking the man to the ground.

For years, Neil's abuse had only ever been turned towards his son, and in truth he was grateful; because Billy doesn't know what he would do if it was ever Max on the receiving end. She was a child, she was his shitty little sister. Max, who brought him the stupidest (best) hoodies he owns, the fabric softer than any he had previously. Max, who despite hating Billy in the beginning, now comes to his room when she has a nightmare or generally needs comforting from someone other than her mother. She's the only person to hug him since the day his mom took off. 

His sister who despite everything, tries so hard to show Billy someone loves him. She loves him.

Susan had tried to comfort him, but Billy always brushed her off. She never seemed to take it personally for some reason. Maybe because she knew he was afraid of what would happen if Neil even suspected Billy felt safe in their home.

The knowledge that Neil could hurt Susan was always present in Billy's mind, but he often wrote off his concern with a scoff. She knew what she married, she knew what he was like. It was her problem, not his.

However, seeing Neil actually hit Susan had set something off in Billy, because while she may have never defended or stood up for him as she had today; she still made sure he was properly tended to after encounters with his father.

If Neil sent him to bed sans dinner, locking him in his bedroom for however long, she would have Max sneak him a sandwich, Max was always more than happy to take said food. 

The times when Neil kicked Billy out intent on making the boy sleep in his car, Susan always snuck a bag of snacks, blankets, and whatever else, into the bushes by their house for him to grab. Despite always going to Steve's and sleeping in the boy's guestroom on those nights, it still showed she was trying.

If Billy was bed ridden after his father caved his chest in, a few too many times, she would come into his room, soothe his pain with hushed words and gentle touches. Billy was usually too tired and in too much pain to reject her warm hands and kind fingers working through his curls after she'd patched him up.

Seeing Susan cradle her cheek, seeing Max sob at the display, finally gave Billy the nerve to stand up to Neil.

He doesn't really remember much after straddling his father, his fists flying rapidly, their intended destination Neil's face, but he does remember Susan scrambling to call 911. Remembers her soft words of assurance that Neil was down.

He remembers Max's look of relief as their eyes met.

He still feels the phantom hold as Susan tugs him from his place over his dad's limp frame. Can vaguely recall the frightening seconds he thought he killed his father before the man was gasping awake, his eyes widened with fear as they landed on Billy. He was actually afraid of Billy. 

Everything beyond that was a blur, Billy doesn't really know what was said, or done. He just knows Neil was in police custody, something that would've left Billy parentless, if not for Susan having adopted him all those years ago.

Especially since his own mother had taken off when he was barely five, and relinquished her rights as a parent in the same breath she'd divorced his father. 

He always wondered why he wasn't enough. For his mother or Neil.

When Hopper came by to ask if they wanted to press charges, both Billy and Susan agreed easily. It was the most gratifying decision Billy has ever made in regards to his father and the abuse he's endured at his hands for years.

Billy and Steve started officially seeing each other a few weeks after Neil's trial ended. Hopper saw to it that his father was hit with the max sentence for child abuse, and domestic violence. Both Max and Billy would be well into adulthood when Neil gets released, something that made the decision to be with Steve all that sweeter.

He hadn't wanted to come out to Susan, the lingering fear that she would object to her newly seventeen year old son being with a guy was too prevalent. 

Though, technically, he didn't come out to her, she came to him one morning with her hand on her hip and a warm smile on her lips demanding he "bring his 'Pretty Boy' to dinner."

Billy wanted to be upset that she'd found out, but he was far too humiliated that it was his own fault she'd figured it out. Apparently calling Steve 'Pretty Boy' like it was going out of style, was a dead giveaway for the woman.

Much to Billy and Max's (dis)pleasure, Susan and Steve got along easily.

On Billy's eighteenth birthday, Max had barged into his bedroom, shrieking in horror when she was met with an eyeful of her brother and Steve in a slight state of undress, Billy had thrown a pillow in her direction, his voice rough with embarrassment as he shouted, 

"Mom, tell Maxine to fucking knock!" 

Both siblings froze at that, Max had a wide smile on her face, while Billy looked slightly mortified, his words echoing in his ears.

The look morphed into one of pain when Susan slipped into his room, her smile rivaling Max's with how big it was, "That's the first time you've ever called me mom…"

Billy swallowed thickly and nodded his head, though he refused to make eye contact with the woman, even when she was throwing her arms around his bare shoulders in an iron grip hug, "okay, okay, I get it! Can we maybe talk about this shit later, you know, when I'm not trying to get laid on my birthday?" 

Billy wasn't actually going to have sex with Steve with both Max and Susan home, but their presence in the house definitely wasn't going to prevent Steve from watching Billy fall apart beneath him, especially not if the brunet had any say in the matter.

This had Susan reaching out to lightly slap his shoulder, a faux look of exasperation on her features,"maybe next time you or Pretty Boy over there will remember to lock the door, hm?"

With one last smile at Billy, accompanied by a wink, she then ushered Max out the room, Steve almost immediately leaping up to lock the door behind them; his face beet red when their eyes finally met.

"I'm fuckin' moving out." His tone was embarrassed, but there was no heat behind, no real threat to his words. 

He wouldn't leave his sister and his mother for any reason short of them wanting him gone.

[ellewritesandrants]

In a more modern world…

Hopper: Billy, why the hell do you have dad and daddy as two separate contacts on your phone? I know my number is saved under dad and I know you blocked that bastard Neil’s number so who the hell is saved under daddy?

Billy: Um. I can explain…

[cherrydreamer]

(A little thing based on the angst fuel that is the lock on the outside of Billy's door.)

--

Joyce Byers is pretty used to trusting her instincts. Used to knowing that, when something feels off, then it probably is, no matter what anyone else tries to tell her.

And this? This definitely feels off. Wrong. Unsettling.

On the surface, there's nothing odd about it at all; it's just Neil Hargrove and his son walking into Melvalds. And while Joyce has never particularly warmed to Max's brother- all too aware of what he did to Steve Harrington on that night- she's not really had anything to do with Mr. Hargrove, nothing beyond the first, stilted greeting when they moved into the neighbourhood, or the handful of times she's seen him in passing as she's been ferrying Will to and fro.

So there's absolutely no reason she should be feeling so uncomfortable at the mere sight of him.

But she is.

Because there's something about the way Neil Hargrove has his fingers gripped tightly around Billy's shoulder that just isn't sitting right with her. A feeling that grows even stronger when Neil marches over to Joyce and says,

"My son has a question,"

Billy looks awkward. Uncomfortable. He squirms in his father's grip, looking small and unsure in a way that Joyce has never seen before, "Dad, I don't need to-"

"Ask her." There's a hidden warning in Neil's voice, a steely firmness that has Joyce on edge.

And Billy must sense it too. He seems to shrink even more, curling in on himself, as he asks, "Do you, um, do you sell locks? Like, uh, like door locks?"

And it's not the strangest question Joyce has ever been asked in her years of working retail, nowhere near, so she does her best to shake off that prickly feeling of unease, the one creeping right up the back of her neck, and puts on her best customer service smile, "Why sure, honey, we have a couple of different types. What exactly is it for?"

"I-uh-" Billy stammers, and Neil speaks quickly.

"Bathroom," he explains, "Billy's got himself a little DIY project, don't you, son?"

Billy nods. But he's not looking at Joyce. His eyes seem far away, his mouth pressed into a tight line.

"Sure," Joyce says, the prickle starting to feel more like an itch she desperately needs to scratch, "We should have something suitable. Normally I'd send you right on over to Hank's Hardware but he's closed at the moment, some family emergency, probably won't be back for another week or so."

"Nothing more important than family," Neil's cold smile doesn't reach his eyes, and Joyce can see his fingers moving a little closer to Billy's neck, "Nothing at all. And this isn't a project that can wait. In fact, I'd say it's been a long time coming."

Joyce just nods, not quite sure what to say in response. Instead she points them over to the hardware aisle, forcing out a cheery, "Just let me know if you need any more help," that she doesn't mean, before retreating back to the safety of her register, taking a few gulps of coffee in an attempt to drown out the sour clench of nausea that's starting to take root in her stomach.

--

They reappear about ten minutes later. Billy silently places a shiny latch bolt down on the counter, and Joyce's Midwestern politeness takes over, forcing her to make small talk despite the fact that she'd much rather be whizzing through this whole interaction as quickly as possible; hell, she'd much rather be hiding in the backroom and letting someone else take over the whole thing, but that's not an option.

So small talk it is.

"Ooh, good choice," she forces another bright smile, "I got the same one for the bathroom at home. Had it for years and it's not broken yet."

Billy lets out a non-committal mumble, already pulling out his wallet before Joyce has even read out the total, seemingly as eager to get this all over with as she is, but then Neil seizes on the opportunity, leaning into her space and grinning that cruel, shark-like smile again, tapping at the bolt with his finger.

"So it's strong?" he asks, "Sturdy? Not some shitty foreign import that's going to break the first time it's used?"

"No, uh, no, it's…it's good," Joyce's fingers hover over the buttons of her register, "It lasts. I've got two teenage boys so, believe me, I know how important a good lock can be."

Neil chuckles at that, and it's a mean sound that turns Joyce's stomach. He taps the lock again, his already cold grin becoming chilling, "Oh yes, well, I think Billy's certainly going to know the importance of this one, aren't you, son?"

And if Joyce thought something felt off before? Well, that was nothing compared to the feeling she gets the moment she notices the flash of fear in Billy's eyes, and the way his fingers shake, fumbling with his change as he tries to tip it into his wallet.

---

Joyce is still thinking about it long after they've left, unable to shake the image of Neil's hand gripping Billy's shoulder, steering him out of the store, while Billy's fingers clenched, white knuckled, around the bolt in his hand. She keeps thinking about the way that Billy had looked, the expression on his face. Scared, but resigned. Broken.

Something's not right there, she thinks, Really not right.

Joyce Byers has got a pretty damn good record of getting to the bottom of all kinds of things that weren't right. And it's looking like she's just found herself another one to investigate.

[ellewritesandrants]

This amazing artwork by @giiihoroco inspired me to make a prequel of sorts and I combined it with my @harringroveson-bingo prompt C2 for Magical Pendant and this is what came out of it.

It is kind of dark though so if you're iffy with vampiric thrall and mind control/manipulation, this might not be the one for you.

When Billy Hargrove had moved out to Hawkins, the last thing he’d expected was for people to still be living like it was the dark ages. They had crosses everywhere, people loved eating garlic and almost everyone had small bottles of holy water in their pockets.

When Billy Hargrove had moved out to Hawkins, the last thing he’d expected was for people to still be living like it was the dark ages. They had crosses everywhere, people loved eating garlic and almost everyone had small bottles of holy water in their pockets.

As soon as the sun set, it basically became a ghost town. There were no clubs, no bars, no 24/7 diners and not even the churches stayed open past 5 and those were open at all hours in California.

Some locals said that vampires lived in the woods and that’s why everyone was paranoid about it. Neil thought it was one of those welcoming pranks for the new neighbors while Susan was skeptical about all of it, coming from a very superstitious family.

Some of the local kids even got Max believing in it after they told her that their babysitter was taken by one of the vampires last year. They were able to find him after but he wasn't the same and their parents didn't let him keep babysitting them after.

Billy honestly didn’t believe in that shit but it was starting to look like he should’ve.

"Well, well. What do we have here?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He had only wanted to have a smoke to calm the jitters after his first beatdown from his father in Hawkins, Indiana. He didn't want to deal with some pale as fuck brunette freak who looked straight out of a magazine but was traipsing around the forest at this time of the night.

"It looks like a little angel's come out to play, doesn't it, sweetheart?"

Shit. Billy swiveled his head to the other side and there was another freak on his right. This one was more of what Billy had expected to find, an obvious metalhead who didn't give a shit about his looks.

Billy glanced in between them, obviously noting the similar pale pallor of their skin and the seemingly nasty glint in their eyes and the occasional flash of teeth.

Fuck.

However, Billy was a fighter. He's taken down more men before but he needed to play it smart. He didn't want to damage his car and he had been leaning against it for a smoke in the quarry before these weirdos showed up.

"W-who the fuck are you?"

"Oh, where are our manners, babe?" The brunette drawled, jokingly. "I'm Steve Harrington and that's Eddie Munson. We were just in the neighborhood and we decided we wanted to join you in a smoke."

"Don't bother. I'm just about finished with this one." Billy huffed, putting out his last smoke before attempting to move.

The brunette stopped him, appearing in front of him as if he'd always been there, like his movement was a trick of the light. Another blink brought the redhead just as close and Billy's breath quickened.

"Are you sure you don't want another one..."

Billy didn't know why but he felt compelled to fill in the blank and tell these freaks his name.

"Billy. My name's Billy."

"Such a good boy for us, Billy. Now, are you sure you don't want another one, sweetheart? Maybe one for us to share?" Steve prompted with a slight leer.

Billy swallowed before the words fell out of his mouth.

"I-I can share one more."

"That's a good boy for us. Eddie, babe, why don't you get a bit closer, sit on the hood with our new pal, Billy here?"

A slight breeze passed Billy as he moved to pull out his pack of smokes before he felt unnatural coldness press against his side and he shivered.

Billy gasped and dropped his cigs, hearing a slight sizzling but he didn't pay it any mind when compared to the awful wrongness that having that cold body press against him brought.

Billy sighed in relief when it was pulled away not even a few seconds after it was applied. He didn't even notice the pack of cigarettes he'd dropped because he was too busy twisting away from that weird feeling, not noticing he was turning away from his company.

"Fuck!" Eddie hissed, rubbing his slightly smoking arm. "His necklace is blessed. I can't touch him."

"Don't worry. I've got this." Steve said, darkly.

"Billy?"

Billy's head snapped and turned to Steve.

"Huh?"

"Is that necklace of any importance to you, angel?"

Billy looked down at the necklace he hasn't removed except to shower for the past ten years. He swallowed back the tears that the memories associated with the necklace brought.

For some reason, he felt a need to explain as he nodded.

"Um, yeah. It was my mom's."

"Oh, then it must be really important then, baby. Maybe, you should keep it in a safe place so it won't be damaged."

Huh. That was actually kind of smart. Maybe, it would be better to keep it somewhere safe, like his car where Neil won't be able to get it.

It didn't matter that he'd worn that necklace everyday since his mom left him and he'd never lost it or damaged it. Steve was right. it probably would be better off kept away somewhere safe.

"Y-you're right. I'll keep it in my car instead."

"Mm. Good idea, angel. We'll just be here, waiting for you to put it away."

Billy took his necklace off, very much aware of the weight of the two gazes on his newly bare neck as he went and draped the Virgin Mary Necklace over his rearview mirror to make sure it was still visible.

"That's much better, sweetheart. Isn't it nicer to know that it'll be somewhere safe away from possible damage?" Steve probed.

"Y-yes, it is."

"Oh, where are my manners? Come here, Billy. Come and sit between me and Eddie here."

Billy found himself trapped in between the two kind of strangers but this time the press of cold skin against his made him shiver in a different way.

This time, instead of feeling wrong in every sense of the word, it felt like it made sense, like it was the only thing that made sense in this twisted world and he wanted to be there, in between these two men for as long as he could, for the rest of his life even.

Billy hadn't even been aware that his eyes had closed as he shivered, the two men exchanging shark-like victory glances before pulling him in even closer between the two.

"There, isn't that much better, angel?" Steve purred.

"I-I guess so."

"Hey! Weren't we supposed to share a smoke?" Eddie interjected.

Oh, that was right. Billy had promised to share a smoke with them but when he patted himself down, he realized that he'd dropped his last pack onto the slightly damp forest floor.

"Oh, don't pout, baby blue. Here, you can have some of ours." Eddie purred, pulling out one of the oddest cigarettes that Billy's ever seen before lighting it with a flick of Billy's lighter.

Billy hadn't even taken it out but he also didn't feel it when Eddie lifted it off of him so he did try to think about it too much. It just felt too good to be sandwiched between these two.

Billy watched, enthralled as Eddie took a puff before passing it to Steve over Billy. Steve then took his turn, wrapping his lips around the cigarette to take a breath before holding it in front of Billy.

"Suck."

Billy sucked in the vapor from the cigarette, not even aware that he was holding his breath.

"Blow."

Billy was finally able to release the smoke he'd inhaled, slowly breathing out as his head became even more foggy than it already was.

"You're a natural, baby. Tell me, have you ever tried shotgunning?" Steve inquired.

Billy was from California. Of course, he'd tried shotgunning.

"Y-yeah. Why?"

The two taller men shared a glance over Billy and they both smirked before Eddie took the lead.

"Have you ever tried it with three people?"

No, he hadn't but Billy was intrigued.

"H-how would that even work?"

"Well, it's simple, sweetheart. I take a hit and pass it to you and you pass it to Steve and vice versa."

It sounded simple enough when Eddie explained it. Billy shrugged.

"Okay. Who starts?"

"I will, sweet thing. Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything." Eddie said, as he took the cigarette and took a deep drag before putting a cold hand on Billy's neck to pull him forward.

Billy immediately lost himself in the kiss, loving how Eddie's tongue curled around his as it tried to push the smoke into his mouth. Billy moaned at the delicious taste of Eddie combined with the smoke.

Sooner that Billy would have liked, the kiss ended and Eddie pulled away, shutting Billy's mouth with a tiny nip on his lips.

"My turn." Steve growled, before turning Billy around.

If Eddie's kiss was like the gentle push and pull of waves coming onto the beach, Steve's was a siege trying to plunder his mouth for every bit of the smoke that it could get.

Quite frankly, at some point Billy was sure that there was no more smoke but Steve's tongue kept probing him and Billy just had to keep responding.

At some point, Billy had to pull away to breathe, wide-eyed and with his pupils heavily dilated. Billy caught his breath as he felt the predatory gazes on his heaving chest and the pulse point on his neck.

Weirdly enough, it made him want to preen instead of shying away. Maybe the smoke was getting to him. As soon as he caught his breath though, Steve had the cigarette in his hand and Billy could already tell that he had a bad idea from the twinkle in his eye.

"Want to do it again?"

Billy couldn't say no. He lost track of the amount of times he'd ended up trapped in between the two, being kissed to an inch of his life under the guise of passing the smoke.

Billy couldn't think. He could barely breathe. He was so lost in the sensation of lips on his, of arms and chests bracketing him, making him feel oddly safe and protected despite never seeing these two people before in his life.

Once the two were extremely confident that Billy was completely under the influence and ready for the last step, Eddie let Steve take the lead again.

"Billy, baby?"

At this point, it took Billy more than a few seconds to realize that Steve was talking to him instead pulling him close again.

"Mhm?" Billy blinked up at Steve, peeking at him through his long lashes.

"What do you say we take this somewhere more private, baby?"

"More private?" Billy echoed.

Eddie took the chance to start nibbling up Billy's neck.

"We wanna take care of you, sweetheart and we can't do that here."

Billy shivered and whined as Eddie bit softly into his neck. Billy stretched out his neck for even more attention as Eddie smirked and resumed his ministrations.

"Hey, Billy, baby, eyes on me."

Billy's eyes immediately snapped on Steve.

"Do you want to come with us, Billy? You'll never want for anything, baby. We'll spoil you the way you deserve to be spoiled. All you need to do is say yes."

Billy closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of Eddie marking up his neck. He could already imagine how it would be if he took these two up on their offer but what about his family, his friends, his life?

"Say yes, Billy. You know you want to be ours."

Billy's thoughts were derailed by a particularly deep bite at the base of his neck which made him moan viciously and to lose his train of thought. Fuck, he'd do anything to keep these two by his side.

"Yes."

Eddie suddenly stopped and pulled away, sharing a glance with Steve.

"What was that, baby?" Steve asked slowly.

"Yes, I want to be yours."

Billy watched as a sharp-toothed grin appeared on both Steve and Eddie's faces. In the moonlight, it almost seemed as if their brown eyes flashed red for a moment.

"Oh baby, we'll make sure you won't regret this." Steve murmured, sealing the deal with a kiss before picking Billy up to bring him to their home.

The next morning, Hawkins woke up to find the new teen boy from California missing with only a pack of cigarettes left to even show where he had been.

Word Count: 2151 words

Billy and his vampires boyfriends

why draw hands is so hard

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

A Traditional Friendsmas

by MeaMeaAudio

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Chrissy Cunningham, Dustin Henderson, Billy Hargrove, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair Additional Tags: Sex Worker Eddie Munson, CEO Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Enthusiastic Consent, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Steve Harrington & Nancy Wheeler Friendship, Sex Work, Panic Attacks, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Party, Jewish Character, Non-Binary Jonathan Byers, Touch-Starved, Touch-Starved Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove Being an Asshole, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, Switch Eddie Munson, Switch Steve Harrington, Top Steve Harrington, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson Friendship, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Falling In Love, Protective Steve Harrington, Protective Eddie Munson, Minor Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Good Friend Nancy Wheeler, Good Friend Jonathan Byers, Minor Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Eating Disorders, Domestic Violence, Anxiety Attacks Words: 62,133 Chapters: 5/5

Summary

“I have a room key reserved for me?” He coughed. “Oh?” She asked. “Mhmm. My er—” “Boyfriend.” “Right. Boyfriend and I are meeting tonight.” She plucked a card and began to code the card with the necessary information. “Wasn’t it last week… your… husband?” she teased. “Divorced. Nasty thing.” He grinned. “Ahh… and the week before that… was it… your cousin?” “That we don’t talk about. That client had a very specific kink.” Her nose wrinkled up in the cutest way and she knocked back her head in silent giggles so as not to alert her boss. “Unbelievable.” “Who? Me or my clients?” He whispered. Eddie has been a sex worker for a little over two years now, and he thinks that this will just be another one of his clients... he has no idea what he's getting himself into with this 'Steve' guy. Steddie smut in chapter 2, 3, & lots in ch 4

[smutlandia]

Billy Hargrove!

This is literally just a fluffy story of billy and his girlfriend! (you!)

Summary/warning(s)?: Established relationship between billy, and the reader. Possible implied smut. Tw:Billy Hargrove? Ig (I can’t remember if I mentioned Neil or not) An Au where billy, and y/n live together in a nice little house perfect for them, and max! Part 2 part 3

It was extremely chilly when you woke up. Usually when you would wake up, billy acted as a space heater. This morning was different. When you reached onto Billy’s respected side of the bed you felt nothing, but the cold soft mattress below you. ; Which meant that he wasn’t in bed, and that he hadn’t been for a while.

This lead to your extreme confusion. I mean…it’s a Saturday you knew he didn’t have work today, and he very much enjoyed sleeping in with you. So where the fuck was he? It shouldn’t be a big deal. And granted…it really wasn’t but- it did confuse you. It wasn’t like him to just..not be next to you when you woke up.

Waisting no more time trying to come to a reasonable explanation, you sprung out of your comfortable bed, and before you could even reach the door you realized you were still only in just your thong not, a bra in sight. You wouldn’t really care as much if, a few days ago max hadn’t moved in with billy and yourself. But she did.

You were in the middle of slipping into your fuzzy pajama shorts, and the matching slippers max had gotten you for your birthday last month, you heard your bathroom door open and close. That’s when it hit you. He had been in the god damn shower the whole time.

When billy had come back out of his hot shower, expecting to find his sleeping girlfriend in his bed, still topless, and seen she had left in the whole 15 minutes he had been out of bed. He was disappointed to say the least. But that all quickly faded when he realized their closet light was on. He didn’t bother to interrupt her getting dressed knowing she’d be happily surprised to see him, when she emerged.

When you came out of your closet, to see billy pulling on his sweatpants. You were giddy. Yes you get to see him every day, wake up next to him, Cook with him- amongst other things. Seeing him for the first time in the morning was always the highlight.

“g’morning”You said as you wrapped your arms around his torso, placing kisses where ever you could reach onto his back. The highest spot being his shoulder blade. Finally having the warmth you craved from him. “morning, angel.” He had said while turning around to face you, your arms still hugging his torso, but now with your chin on the top of his abdomen, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Unintentionally giving him puppy dog eyes. God, he hates it when you look at him like that. ”mmm c’mon don’t you look at me like that” moving his hands up to where, he was gently grabbing hold of the back of your neck. “…hm..why not..?” He watched as your eyebrows furrowed “cause- s’just not fair” you rolled your eyes ”mhm. whatever you say, billy.” “m’gonna make breakfast nd’ wake max up..anything you want in particular..?” He shakes his head to the side, as you walk away from his grasp to go to the kitchen. He follows shortly behind you kissing your neck immediately as you reach the bottom of the stairs. “Billy.” He barley got out a “hm..?” In response due to his attack on your neck, whilst you both walk into the kitchen “quit it, i can’t cook and have you touching on me at the same time.” “…you cant multitask?” It was as if he was speaking to your neck and not you. You turn on your heals you face him. “I’ll make it up to you later. promise.” “After, you drop max off at the arcade with her friends.” “mmhm- I’m doing what?” “ oh hush. take her, i have things I have to do around here, and she’s got nothing better to do today.”… he gave you a look as if to say “what’s in it for me” “…and when you come home I’m all yours.” He grumbled out a “fine.” But not without a grunt of defeat.

Once breakfast was done, as if in cue max came flopping down the stairs. Granted unbeknownst to you she’d been up for hours, just not feeling the need to come down stairs until she smelt maple syrup and waffles. As she came trotting down the hallway into, the kitchen she had seen something she never wanted to see. You making a pot of coffee with billy, all over you. “Gross.” Is all you needed to hear before, turning to her and saying goodmorning whilst handing her, her plate. “Hey..max, how’d you like billy to drop you off at the arcade today..? Sound good?” “Uh yeah, that sounds ..uh fine..” she seemed somewhat weirded out, by the idea of billy willingly taking her anywhere. Let alone without her having to ask before hand. “great. Just let him know whenever you’re ready. It’s no bother”

I WILL BE CONTINUING THIS BUT ITS 2 IN THE MORNING AND IM MOVING STATES RIGHT NOW, I HAVE TO BE UP IN FOUR HOURS LET ME KNOW!!!