#fics where she knows and then helps cover for Billy when Neil comes close to catching him out are just *chefs kiss*

[cuepickle]

My headcanon is that Max knows everything

#she can read Billy like a book #fics where she knows and then helps cover for Billy when Neil comes close to catching him out are just *chefs kiss* #my art #harringrove #billy x steve #comic #mad max #max mayfield

[gravegroves]

“11. Billy” seems mysterious ! pls I must know more

11. Billy

The actual fic is named so too, as that's the way Billy signs all his postcards. The fic is about Claudia Henderson giving Billy a lift from the hospital to the airport and about the postcards he sends her from his trip. It's eventual Harringrove, but I haven't gotten that far yet. Here's a weird assortment of snippets from the fic:

As they pass the turn-off for Hawkins, the road Claudia would have originally taken to get home, Billy sinks down into his seat beside her, turning his head away from the town sign to stare straight ahead, jaw clenched.

"You from Hawkins, too, Billy?" Claudia ventures, curiosity and concern competing for first place.

"Not from that shithole," Billy mutters. Claudia frowns. "Lived there until yesterday."

"Oh, you're moving?"

Billy barks a harsh laugh and Claudia flinches a little in surprise.

"Got a bedside visit from the old man to tell me not to bother coming back to get my shit. After everything and he's the one that gets to slam the door in my face--" Billy's voice cuts off, his breathing harsh and uneven.

Claudia tightens her hands on the steering wheel.

*****

"Help yourself."

Billy gives her a look that tells her he doesn't have much confidence in her taste, but he opens the glove compartment and pulls out a box of tapes. She can hear the click clack of him looking through them all, reading the labels and discarding them one by one before he stops.

Curious, Claudia looks over. In his hand, Billy holds a familiar, well-loved tape.

"Oh, I haven't listened to them in a while. Pop it in!"

"You like Led Zeppelin?" Billy asks, choked, like his whole world is turning upside down.

Claudia laughs, "Oh yes. I wanted Stairway to Heaven played at my wedding, but my husband wouldn't allow it."

"And you still married him?" Billy grins, somehow brighter and more real than any he's given up so far. Claudia feels a little proud of it somehow.

"Well, he's now my ex husband, if that helps."

Billy's grin only grows wider. None of the usual averted eyes and condolences Claudia typically prepares herself for. It's refreshing. "Good for you."

*****

"You call me when you get where you're going, alright honey?" She says, "Let me know that you're not dead in a ditch somewhere."

Billy nods, folds the paper securely into his threadbare wallet. He looks back through the window at her.

"You're the only person worth anything in that fucking town, Ms Henderson."

She smiles, "Oh, I think we both know that isn't quite true."

His face goes distant. Claudia watches him, silently.

"Maybe."

He hesitates again. 

"Thanks, Claudia." He slaps the edge of the open window, straightens up with an air of finality and adjusts the duffle bag on his shoulder.

"You take care, Billy." 

She watches him walk into the airport. He never turns to look back.

*****

Steve is sleeping on the couch when Claudia gets home. The boy is sitting in the sofa chair in front of the muted TV, neck bent at an odd angle, mouth open and drooling on his own shoulder.

She wakes him gently, coaxes him half asleep out of the chair and down the hall into the tiny guest bedroom.

He collapses onto the bed, out like a light before she can bid him goodnight. The boy never seems to get enough sleep, so she's happy to leave him there instead of sending him back to that lonely, empty house of his. She throws a blanket over him, knows it's not her place to pet his hair and give him hugs unless he asks it of her. So instead she makes sure his feet are covered, knows by now that if Steve's feet get too cold that it'll wake him and keep him up until they're warm again.

Before going to bed herself, Claudia checks on her son. She notices the light coming from under his door and sighs a little before she gently knocks. There's no reply. She cracks the door open and peers in. Dustin is tucked into bed, his bedside lamp on and a book collapsed over his face.

With a small smile and a shake of her head, she moves into the room. Gently peels the book away, marking the page with a bookmark before placing it on the bedside table. She tugs one stray arm down -- knows her Dusty has a tendency to sleep with his arms above his head and wakes up with them half numb and hurting -- before she tucks him in and kisses his curly head.

She turns off the light and closes the door on the way out, ready for bed herself and happy knowing her boys are safe and sound and close.

*****

The last time Claudia cried herself to sleep was the day she accepted that Mews wasn't coming home. She's an easy crier, it doesn't take much. She'd cried as she picked up Tews from the shelter and again the first time she woke up with him sleeping at the foot of her bed. 

This time is different. When the first sob escapes her, it feels like it's being wrenched out of her by force, like a cork out of a bottle, leaving her helpless to stop the grief from pouring out. She feels like she might explode from the emotions if she doesn't let it happen, so she just… lets it all out. Bawls into a pillow, hugs it to her chest when she can manage to breathe without great heaving keens and stares into the dark.

She cries for Dustin, her darling boy who's been so brave for so long, for Steve with his absent parents and desperate need for company, for Billy and the kind of life that leads a boy to wherever he is now. Maybe even a little for herself.

Being a single mother hasn't always been easy. Claudia has gone without more times than she can count, but that's on her. She brought Dustin into this world and for that she owes him the best life she can give him. Even when that means divorcing her no-good husband. Even when she struggled to make ends meet and put food on the table. Things are okay now, but there was a time not too long ago when her tiny family had been one injury away from losing everything.

Even then, she knows things could've been so much worse.

She imagines Gene doing to Dustin what she suspects Neil Hargrove has done to Billy. Or abandoning him to a lonely hell like the one Lorne and Kate Harrington have left Steve in and she buries her face into the pillow yet again.

Claudia is definitely not the only good person in Hawkins, but she thinks there are far fewer than she might've once thought.

*****

Billy doesn't call. 

Claudia knows there could be a multitude of reasons for why that is, the most likely of which being that Billy simply doesn't want to. She still feels a little ball of worry forming in her stomach.

The first post card arrives two months later. It's short and to the point, but Claudia feels such immense relief that each word feels precious to her.

Not dead yet. Prague is nice.

Billy

Claudia clears the cork board she has up for reminders and shopping lists and pins the picture of a beautiful European town where she can see it every day.

*****

Karen Wheeler is someone Claudia knows by association. They've exchanged the usual niceties while picking up their kids from each other's houses and should they pass on the street they smile and nod to each other at the very least. Claudia knows Karen Wheeler, but they aren't friends and they certainly don't frequent the same social circles.

Claudia likes her book clubs, her cats, her knitting. She enjoys a quiet and comfortable existence after a life of too much family drama and financial strain.

Karen Wheeler likes… well, none of those things. Which simply means that conversation doesn't exactly flow between them unless they're talking about their sons.

Today, talking at length seems unavoidable. Dustin and his friends are insisting that they need another fifteen minutes to finish up their English presentation and Karen is standing at the front door looking done up and impatient.

Claudia, of course, invites her inside for a cup of coffee while they wait for the children to finish up.

It's as they're both sitting at the dining table that Karen spots the cork board.

"Is that Billy Hargrove?" She points to the latest photo he'd sent her, tacked over the letter that came with it. Claudia opens her mouth to respond, but instead watches, speechless as Karen gets up and untacks them both before bringing them both back to the table.

Claudia swallows down an annoyed comment and smiles politely.

"Yes, that's Billy." She says, before going on to explain how she came about meeting the boy.

"He sends you postcards?" Karen's eyebrows shoot up towards her hairline, corner of her mouth twitching and giving Claudia a look she can't quite discern.

"It's more of a favour to me," She laughs "I asked him to let me know if he made it safely so I didn't have to worry and since then he's been nice enough to keep my mind at ease. You do hear about such awful things happening to young travellers, it's good to keep track."

"That's… that's very sweet of you, Claudia."

Claudia wraps her hands around her mug and frowns a little. "Someone needs to care about that boy."

"Oh, of course." Karen says, looking slightly taken aback.

"If his parents won't, then that someone might as well be me."

Karen hums and goes back to looking at the photo. "He's rather good looking, don't you think?" 

Frowning at the incredibly odd change in subject, Claudia opens her mouth to answer when the words really begin to sink in. She closes her mouth and stares. 

Unaware of Claudia's scrutiny, Karen continues. "Did he send other photos? I'd love to see them."

Claudia opens her mouth again and knows she's about to tell a lie. She's interrupted by Mike sulkily appearing in the doorway to the kitchen.

Karen gets up. "All finished?" She asks and doesn't seem bothered at all when Mike ignores her and disappears out into the hallway to put his shoes on.

"Thank you so much for the coffee, Claudia. Please, don't get up, I'll let us out."

She rummages around her purse before she takes out a pen and piece of paper. She scribbles something Claudia quickly realises is her address and phone number before she slides it across the table. She clears her throat.

"You're right to be so worried for Billy, he needs all the support he can get. Maybe��� maybe I could write to him as well? The more people that care, the better."

It's only when the front door closes that Claudia realises that the photo is gone.

There is a moment where she stares at the spot where the picture should be, right beside the letter, completely dumbstruck by the sheer audacity of Karen Wheeler. And she might have let it go under different circumstances, but Claudia has been on this earth long enough to know when to trust her gut, and her gut is telling her to not let Karen get her hands on any piece of Billy Hargrove, no matter how small.

Emboldened, she snatches the piece of paper off the kitchen counter and runs to the front door. When she steps out onto the driveway the Wheelers have already gotten into the car.

Claudia marches up to the car without hesitation and knocks on the window. Karen looks surprised for a second, then rolls it down.

Without a word, Claudia sticks her hand in, palm flat and face up.

They stare at each other.

The other woman tries for confusion for a few seconds, before she, rather guiltily, reaches into her purse and takes out the photo.

Claudia snatches it out of her hand before she can give it over and the woman flinches slightly.

"I don't think this will be necessary." She tosses the crumpled piece of paper through the open window, turns about and marches back up to the house without a backward glance.

She doesn't miss Mike's "What just happened?" Drifting out into the evening air, but she's too angry, too… something to care in that moment.

When she's back in the kitchen she calls Steve and invites the boy to dinner with her and Dusty.

I have much more, but I don't want to flood peoples feed. So I'll leave it at that.

#gravegroves writes #tag game #billy hargrove #steve harrington #Claudia Henderson

[dastardlydandelion]

So...what kind of horror movie would you write featuring the Hargrove/ Mayfield family? (That you haven't written already lol)

oh boy, u may regret asking me this bc i am indecisive af and i can’t pick just one!

two that i'm actually writing are max as (g is for) ghostface killer in the abcs of neil’s death and also the max + tory nichols werewolf movie fic outlined here. also some more misc gorror junk bc i’m a demon and esp horny for susan wearing blood splatter. but more ideas commence below:

horror movie #1: another creature feature! awhile back @lucdarling sent me an ask abt max + billy hiding smth from susan and her like, playing along, pretending she doesn't know, and one of the scenarios that popped in my head was them keeping a baby bat as a pet. max finds it and she’s only like six or seven, and she thinks it’s going to turn into a vampire. so here is that scenario except horror edition: baby bat is actually a vampire type creature. not rly a vampire like, what’s prolly popping into ur head, like an undead human like dracula or smth, but like a bat monster that sucks blood.

billy being a lil older doesn’t actually think the bat is going to turn into a vampire. he makes fun of max for believing this, but he helps her take care of it anyway bc he thinks it’s cool. susan, like in the non-horror version, knows abt the bat but plays dumb bc she’s feeling a lot of guilt abt max’s difficulty adjusting to the blended fam (as of rn tho, neil has yet to reveal his abusive nature. the red flags are not yet red, more of a brownish maroon, and he is on his best behavior almost all the time, showering susan + max with affection and keeping the swears out of his mouth when he scolds billy in front of them) and knows the lil furry baby makes her happy. she tacitly cleans up after the bat whenever the kids miss a spot (bats poop a lot, dude) and distracts neil, deterring him from discovering it whenever he gets close.

baby bat gets rly big rly fast. and the older it gets, the more it starts to look monstrous. it still has bat features but it’s just like, different. its fangs grow suspiciously long, its hooks grow suspiciously long. its feet are elongated. a dorsal ridge emerges from its spine, spikes at first just flesh but soft fur rather like peach fuzz eventually sprouting. billy catches on that smth is strange abt this animal when it's as long as his forearm after two wks and still growing. he nearly shits a brick when the bat is clinging to his sweater one day and he steps in front of a mirror and only his reflection looks back at him— no bat.

max laughs at him all like, “stupid brother, ofc there’s no reflection. nosferatu is a vampire, vampires don’t have reflections.” 😂

susan catches a glimpse of the thing when nosferatu crawls out of the home max built it in her closet the same wk billy realizes it doesn’t have a reflection, and also almost shits a brick. she doesn’t know what it is, but it’s NOT a fucking bat. not a normal one, anyway! cue a comedy scene where she’s chasing it around the house with a butterfly net and it’s always one flap *ba dum tss* ahead of her, flying just out of reach. she suddenly regrets not getting rid of it sooner, scolding herself for ever allowing her daughter to keep a wild animal.

she can’t catch it. max comes home, susan tells her she needs to get rid of it. max cries, flips her the bird, refuses. billy tho…billy has mixed feelings. he loves nosferatu but he’s worried it’s going to get dangerous. he loves his dad and his dad is dangerous too. he’s stressed out enough, always on edge, knowing that one way or the other, neil is going to hurt him again. he’s already waiting for his dad to hurt him, he doesn’t need the added stress of waiting for nosferatu to hurt him too. and while max is 100% nosferatu’s favorite, it likes billy too. billy’s been handling it since it could fit in the palm of his hand, it trusts him much more than it trusts susan and doesn’t know any different when billy takes it out of the closet when max isn’t around.

billy frees nosferatu at an abandoned farm. there are always bats flying out of the old silo adjacent to the dilapidated barn. while he knows nosferatu isn’t a *normal* bat, it’s still bat like enough that he thinks it might make friends and be happy here…

yeah, that doesn’t stick. before long, nosferatu is feasting on that colony. leeches the blood out of a couple bats nightly. the number of bats increases with nosferatu’s size. meanwhile, max mourns her missing friend. she’s sullen af and won’t speak to susan at all. she thinks susan is the one who got rid of nosferatu. billy never fesses up and susan doesn’t contradict max’s assumption bc she wants the step-siblings to get along.

neil, meanwhile, is getting more comfortable. those maroon flags are slowly but surely brightening to scarlet. he starts sabotaging susan’s plans with her friends, trying to keep her around the house more and more, quietly but steadily eroding her relationships with other people. he’s getting more visibly aggressive when he disciplines billy. he curses him out with a virulent venom that dunks susan’s stomach in ice water and scares max so badly, she runs to susan and hides behind her even though she’s still so mad that susan got rid of her beloved baby vampire.

nosferatu’s appetite surpasses what the bat colony can offer. it’s like the size of a ten yr old human child now. fucker’s big. it doesn’t just have fangs on top, but tusks on bottom. it can’t go out in the sunlight anymore, the sun sears its flesh. it misses max a lot and before, it wasn’t strong enough to fly back to her house. but now it is. it’s extremely strong, actually.

so bc it's hungry, nosferatu grabs a snack along the way. some nameless rando, it swoops down and sucks dry. nourished and much happier, nosferatu makes its way back home. patiently waits outside of max’s bedroom in the moonlight, tapping its hook against the window until she wakes up. initially max is a lil startled— nosferatu looks so different, there’s a beat before she recognizes it— him?? yk, ig it’s male, the og nosferatu was a guy. sure, why not, nosferatu is a boy now.

once she realizes who it is, she is so! happy! max opens the window and embraces her friend. she isn’t freaked out by the blood on its fangs. she’s always known nosferatu is a vampire, albeit, she was thinking he’d look more like dracula than this bat-monster-thingy.

nosferatu moves back into max’s closet. it hangs upside-down from her rod by its weird, elongated feet. we get more shots of nosferatu sucking rando ppl dry at night, tho he remains gentle with max. when max drags billy in to show her he came back, nosferatu is less friendly with him. he’s not aggressive with billy, but he is standoffish. nosferatu’s thought process is somewhere between human and animal. he doesn’t quite cognitively understand that billy took him to the farm with the intent of getting rid of him, but he does understand that the last time he clung to billy, billy left him alone and never came back. max puts two and two together, and realizes it was billy who “stole” her friend. she yells at him a lot, he yells back, she then ices him out.

billy acts out bc he’s upset. runs away, thinks he’s going to find his mom…the cops find him first and call neil. neil is rly embarrassed and pissed abt the whole thing. he breaks down and beats billy in front of the mayfields for the first time. nosferatu smells the blood and it’s time for the main event! we love dead!neil, yes, we do.

nosferatu flies out the closet and right into the living room where billy’s bleeding and teary but biting his lip so they don’t actually fall. susan’s covering max’s eyes but so shocked and tbh, FRIGHTENED, she doesn’t move a muscle beyond that. neil’s got the belt raised, preparing to bring it down again, and nosferatu smashes right into him. neil stumbles, turns back to see this freaky monster looking thing. proceeds to whip the belt at nosferatu. tries to fight him off with the belt and it doesn’t accomplish much beyond pissing him off more— nosferatu, like most classic vampire types, has a healing factor!

max rips her mom’s hands off her face in time to see her pet sink its fangs into her stepdad’s throat. nosferatu sucks neil dry. billy’s a little dazed, not quite frightened. susan is just dead ass frozen, too scared to scream, even. nosferatu crawls over to billy and nudges at him, making sure he’s in once piece and forgiving him in the same go. max darts over and that snaps susan out of her stupor, but she isn’t as fast as our blood-sucking bat monster.

nosferatu stretches his wings out and with a truly impressive wingspan, hugs both of the kids. <3

horror movie #2: a haunting! this one opens with a bang. it’s a tragic horror, beware. we’re in hawkins post s3. billy died at starcourt mall. neil’s obvi had a longstanding abusive mindset and abusive behavior, but he rly takes his grief out on susan and max. mostly susan. she does her best to protect max however she can, whether that means shielding her w her body, sending her out of the house, getting neil’s goat to inspire his ire in max’s place, etc. but sue simply isn’t around all the time and when she isn’t, but max is, well. yk.

one day neil comes home early (bc he lost his job for a violent outburst, tbh) and discovers susan packing a suitcase.

sue fights hard. she rly does. but neil is bigger, heavier, crueler, and to boot, he caught her completely unawares. he kills her. and no, no it’s not some accidental thing where neil makes one bad move rage-blind. he strangles her with his belt. she’s clawing at his arms and making these horrible choked, trapped animal noises. thrashes and twists her body with everything she has trying to get him off but he’s so strong, his grip is unrelenting, and she's growing weaker, lightheaded with the lack of oxygen. strangulation can induce incontinence and when susan blacks out, her piss streams to the hardwood— neil hears that as much as he felt the clawing and heard the noises, even now he could stop, but he doesn’t. he just. doesn’t think his wife has the right to leave him, esp not after his son just did.

neil burns the body and the suitcase in the woods while max is at school. max has been spending as much time as she can (and often with sue’s prompting) outside of the house, so it actually takes her about two days to realize her mother isn’t around. neil tells a pretty convincing story about how susan abandoned them, voice saturated with apology and sorrow. he takes her out for a fancy dinner and promises he’s going to be a better father-- that being a better father is the least he can do now that her mother abandoned her and they are alone in their grief.

max doesn’t know what to think. she’s been preoccupied with her own grief and pain. she finds it hard to believe her mother would just leave her to neil’s wrath. she has a lot of hangups with susan and anger toward her for marrying neil and not getting them out sooner, but she’s also old enough to realize there would be risks involved with that. it’s hard to reconcile the memory of her mother just last wk pinning max to the wall to protect her from neil’s blows with her own bod just abruptly taking off without a word in the middle of the night. but hey, maybe that’s why susan left. maybe she got sick of protecting her, maybe the pain got to be too much and she turned tail.

but also…it’s early october now, abt three months after billy’s death but still fairly warm outside. yet neil is wearing long sleeves. neil never used to button his collared shirts all the way up, and yet. every collar is buttoned. also, mom’s car is still here. why would mom leave without her car?

that ceramic pelican she loved so much is still here too, on the mantle in the living room. it doesn’t seem like the kind of thing she would leave behind, she's had it since max was a baby.

max almost wants to believe neil because she’d rather her mother abandoned her than be dead somewhere, rotting in a storage locker or a hole in the ground. under the earth with the worms, just like billy. max has the worst feeling low in the pit of her gut. she thinks she knows the truth. she thinks abt going to hopper and hesitates bc she’s not sure she could handle it if he actually found smth. or what would happen to her if he did, where she would be sent, who she would end up with.

this movie would be more on the ambiguous end of things. an arthouse horror, if u will.

the days turn into wks and neil is crawling in his skin. the viewer isn’t sure if the shadows he’s seeing, always, always susan-shaped shadows, are of a ghostly nature or if he’s just hallucinating out of guilt. but the signs gradually point to the former— that smth paranormal is indeed going on. bc those scratches and bite marks susan left in his skin?

they do not heal. they do not get infected. they do not become necrotic. but they do not heal, either. days turn into wks and the wounds still look fresh, like she just left them moments ago. neil can’t wear light colors anymore because his wounds weep red into the fabric. he isn’t just seeing susan’s shadows either, he’s smelling her.

he washes his sheets and pillowcases a dozen times and the scent of her shampoo, her lotion, it’s like it’s woven into the fibers. he walks into the hallway and chokes on the aroma of susan’s perfume. he wonders if max is screwing with him, if max figured it out and she’s trying to torture him into a confession. one day he stomps off to max's bedroom, furious, adamant on confronting her. he grabs her doorknob, prepared to yank it open and then lets out a yelp, jerking his hand back with a sudden sharp pain.

it feels like a bee sting (which would be esp bad for this fucker in anything i write, bc i headcanon him as being allergic). but there’s no stinger. no injury. nothing. neil is freaked out enough that he backs down.

max, on the other hand, is getting gentler signs. when she turns the radio dial in the camaro, it’s somehow always her mom’s favorite songs that come thru the speakers. when she goes to pull clothes out of her drawers in the morning, she discovers that the things she’d just shoved inside in wrinkled balls are perfectly folded, neat as a pin, exactly like how susan always folded. susan was always fond of cardinals and suddenly max is seeing cardinals, pretty red cardinals, in just abt erry tree and shrub.

neil wakes up one night to his wife’s voice whispering “boo” right in his ear. he throws the covers off and discovers ashes in the bed. he doesn’t smell susan’s shampoo or lotion anymore, he smells the kerosine he’d poured all over her body.

his wounds still won’t heal. whenever he looks in the mirror, he catches a glimpse of susan walking past behind him, peering at him from her peripheral. he whips around, heart hammering, but there’s never any tangible person there.

max is almost certain her mother is dead at this point. neil’s been so bizarrely nice to her lately. she never believed in ghosts but her experiences with the upside-down broadened her perception of reality. she doesn’t know how else to explain the songs, the cardinals, the folded clothes. the way that these days, whenever she does feel fear toward neil, it just fades away. her fear melts like popsicles in the sun, immediately replaced by the sensation of a warm, maternal hug, as if arms she can’t see are trying to reassure her she truly doesn’t need to be afraid of him anymore.

in fact, max feels so unafraid of neil and brave, that one night she calls him out on it. he’s grizzled and unshaven in his recliner, beer in hand. she steps in front of the television he’s vacantly fixated on and folds her arms across her chest.

“you killed my mom, didn’t you?”

quick as a flash, neil leaps to his feet. he brings his arm back like he’s going to strike her and susan’s ceramic pelican on the mantle explodes into shards. the lights flicker, the television program cuts to snow with a static roar. every other knickknack on the mantle rattles and framed photos tumble off the wall.

neil very wisely lowers his hand. he slumps, boneless. he doesn’t say a word. max sees the answer in his eyes. it’s the dead of night and she snatches the camaro keys off the hook, marching out of the house, slamming the door behind her. it’s the dead of night and she doesn’t care. she’s going to blow past every stop sign and pound on the chief’s door until he opens up. and fuck, i just realized if this is post s3 he’s supposed to be in russia. shit. i don’t watch this show, but i know abt russia bc i DID watch the clips of that demogorgon that i rly hope isn’t stuck in captivity!! okay, but let’s pretend that didn’t happen?

it’s an au?? i mean, errything i write is always technically an au anyway, bc when i write stuff susan has an actual personality and billy isn’t *completely* abhorrent. okay, so it’s an au and mr. hopper didn’t blow up and un-blow up in russia. he’s still here. so max drives to his house.

she pounds on the door so hard this guy snaps outta bed, thinking someone’s trying to bust it down. she tells him neil confessed to killing her mom. it isn’t true, exactly, but he didn’t have to. so it’s a helluva grim drive back to cherry lane, this time in the cop car.

but when they go inside, chief prepared to arrest neil, no need. neil’s hanging from the belt he strangled susan with, shirtless for the first time since that night, erry seemingly fresh furrow and bite mark on full display. below his dangling feet is a map, the area he burned susan’s corpse in circled in red marker. did he kill himself or did the ghost do it?

up to u, we soundlessly cut to credits without a concrete answer to that question.

horror movie #3: crossover special! stranger things meets the chilling adventures of sabrina. sequel to that fic i wrote where susan makes out with lilith, queen of hell, and lilith kills neil for her. sue officially joins the church of lilith. bc in this ‘verse the church of lilith actually happens after caos s2 instead of the nonsense that was s3 and the inconceivably godawful migraine-inducing shit-fest that was s4.

killing neil was lilith’s only freebee. susan isn’t a witch, she’s a mortal, so in order to reap the other rewards of worshipping the one and only mother of demons, she has to fornicate with the witches and participate in the sacrifices!!!

this is, uh, well. it’s p much a porno, dude, sorry. 😅

this is just an excuse for susan to have sex with lilith, zelda, marie, hilda, big witch orgies + susan. witches bathing in the blood of their sacrifices, susan so nervous and timid but unable to deny her desire. the witch’s dressing her in their gothic garb.

how does the rest of the fam get it on this?

max joins the church too. she has more age-appropriate conduct with sabrina and the weird sisters, and what have you. just smooches and over-the-clothes groping, and whatnot, even tho the weird sisters, at least, would be interested in going further if given the opportunity.

billy dies in starcourt again, so he gets revived in the cain pit! hilda is the one who goes to him after bc she’s been in the cain pit many a time (i am still BIG side-eyeing zelda for repeatedly murdering her sister since childhood). hilda understands how jarring it can be to come back. suddenly alive!billy is freaking tf out but she brings him inside the mortuary, wraps him up in a big blanket burrito and they have a talk. hilda explains that he’s going to be okay and rubs his back while he tentatively sips the hot chocolate she made.

after billy’s calmed down, she brings max and susan in. max and susan can’t do as much magic as the caos witches— they’re mortals, after all, it’s not in their nature —but they’ve gained some abilities thru being in the church, following the rituals, and being carnally involved with the immortal witches. max happily shows him some of her new magic tricks.

horror movie #4: another crossover with caos. heavily inspired by creepshow episode s2e1, model kid (which i already v blatantly referenced in the last axe snafu update and i’m not ashamed, bc it’s a good series i love v much).

billy picks max up from the byers’ place rly late one night. it’s dark and the weather is bad and okay, yeh, he might be a little high. and a little concussed. he pissed neil off pretty bad the other day and okay, actually he’s defo concussed bc he doesn’t even remember what he did wrong!

needless to say, they take a wrong turn somewhere. they end up in greendale. at first max is pissed. she yells at him a lot! yells so loud hilda can hear them thru the walls of dr. cerberus’s comic shop/diner. she goes outside to see what all the fuss is abt, hilda never rly ignores youth in need. we love hilda, she deserved so much better…i’m getting distracted, okay, back to the story.

hilda ushers them inside. max is like, ��ooh, comics? horror junk and comics? nvm, i’m not mad anymore.” she pats billy’s arm and wanders away to go check stuff out! hilda makes billy sit down. caos canon established that she’s psychic, at least when she wants to be. she smells the weed but she also sees his life, his trauma. billy doesn’t remember what he did to piss neil off or the abuse that followed, but hilda sees it clear as day.

he’s rude and cranky w her when she probes a little too much for his liking. hilda gently but firmly reprimands him and gets him a milkshake on this house. then she goes to check on max. she steers max to a v particular section of the shop, the one that sells model kits. now, max isn’t *huge* into model kits BUT they are p neat and she enjoys them well enough. more so when the weather is nasty and she can’t go outside. or when she needs smth to do with her hands (a trait she shares w susan) to distract herself and ease some of the anxiety when she hears her brother being beaten or her mother being shouted at.

max is actually rly impressed by the array of models. vintage ones and newer ones. monsters, slashers, final girls, tiny accessories like knives and bloodied heads. but when she gets to the paint-your-own shelf, her jaw drops to the floor.

there’s one that looks just like neil. unpainted, plain gray vinyl, but undoubtedly her stepdad. the expression on the five inch figurine is one frozen in fear.

“i think that one’s calling to you,” hilda prompts her, with the softest smile.

max blinks away her bewilderment altho she still can’t speak. she turns to hilda and turns her empty pockets inside out. hilda just waves her hand. she tells her it’s on the house. that it wouldn’t be fair if she gave billy smth on the house, but not max.

speaking of billy, when he finishes his milkshake, he’s suddenly totally sober and healed!! no more high buzzing in his blood. no more pounding headache or concussion fogging his mind. he doesn’t feel his bruises anymore, rolls his sleeve up, and realizes they simply aren’t there anymore. like they dissolved off his skin.

albeit it’s muttered under his breath, but billy does thank hilda. then he and max are on their way. max shows him the suspiciously familiar figurine in the box. this night cannot get weirder.

max knows what to do with the model kit. she does. she isn’t sure how she knows, but she does. she grapples with it for a long time. neil’s the closest thing she has to a dad these days. and things aren’t bad all the time, ofc.

sometimes neil gives max a ride when mom and billy aren’t available. sometimes he brings her ice cream entirely unprompted. neil’s the one who picks max up off the sidewalk when she wipes out super bad on her skateboard, carries her inside and then later to the car when her cut doesn’t stop bleeding and she ends up needing stitches.

but most of the time he sucks. she can’t rly be herself around him. he's indifferent to her interest at best, scornful at worst. he would hate all her friends. he scares the shit out of her when he’s angry. he doesn’t have a problem belittling her mother in front of her, tearing susan to shreds and making her out like she’s lower than dirt, the most worthless person on the planet. doesn’t have a problem beating billy in front of her or glaring at her with the promise that she’ll be next if she dares to voice her dissent.

max doesn’t always want to do what she knows she’s meant to do with the model. bc she's kind at heart and bc on the good days, she genuinely does have mixed feelings toward neil. never enough to hope he'll be better, he's proven he won't...but maybe enough to hope he won't get worse, either.

then comes the night neil breaks ribs. bad, like we’re talking, a-sharp-spear-of-broken-rib-punctures-billy’s-lung-and-he’s-coughing-up-blood-bad. that’s a trip to the emergency room. in the days that follow, at her next dnd meeting w the party, max places the fully and attentively painted model of her stepdad on the table. normally her pals would protest her derailing the intended game, but they can sense it, yk, that smth is different.

max takes over as dungeon master to the protest of no one, all other mouths sealed as if bewitched and spellbound. she narrators a scene where the demogorgon devours neil and uses the demogorgon piece and the model for demonstration.

when max returns home, neil is strewn across the house in gory chunks and torn wallpaper curls around massive claw marks.

#writerwhowritesao3 #susan hargrove #max mayfield #billy hargrove #neil hargrove #crossover #hilda spellman #my scenario tag #i may have gotten carried away #my bad #it's october! #i'm in big horror mode

[yikesharringrove]

PT. 1 this isn't really a headcanon cause its heavily based on one of my favorite fics from you- but steve and his mom had a good relationship for a while, he takes after her a lot and they got along (or at least better than the one with his dad) Or at least he thought, one night hes going out for a date with billy and his mom is home for some reason, he goes to say a quick goodbye and asks if she needs anything before he leaves but she is super drunk and just responds with 'I never loved you'

PT.2 and I think after that he just broke for a good week, like he shut down cause for the longest time his mom was the only person he had, he couldnt get out of bed or even dare go downstairs and look her in the eye cause he just feels so betrayed and disappointed. Billy and Robin had to come over regularly to keep him company cause steve just needed reminders just they still love him and people still love him

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This is either modern au or no homophobia/steve is out to his mom au

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Steve’s father hated how close Steve was with his mother.

Ever since he was a little boy, he was always trailing behind her, one chubby hand fisted in her skirt.

He would toddle up to her, a big smile on his face as he made grabby hands and said uppie, uppie Mama! until she picked him up.

He would sit on the counter of her large vanity, watching as she did her hair and makeup. He held her hand walking down the street long after his father deemed him too old for such nonsense, Steven.

He loved his mother.

Loved her with his whole damn heart.

He tromped down the stairs, shoving one arm through his jacket as he went.

“Mama, I’m going to meet Billy.” He poked his head into the sitting room. She was perched on the couch, glass of wine in her hand. Steve glanced wearily at the two empty bottles on the coffee table.

He didn’t like how much she drank. Knew it was because she was unhappy. And he never wanted her unhappy.

“You need anything while I’m out?”

“No, Stefano. Thank you.” He smiled brightly at her.

“Okay, well, I’ll probably be home late. I love you.”

Her eyes were glassy when she looked at him, cold and dead.

“Do you?” Steve’s smile slid off his face. “I think I loved your father once. It’s been a long time.” She always got like this when she drank, all introspective. “And I certainly never loved you.”

It felt like all the wind had been punched out of his lungs.

“Wha-what?” She sneered at him.

“See? Very stupid. Always so stupid.” His vision was beginning to tunnel. He felt like he was gonna pass out. She just turned back to the television, staring at the infomercials.

“You, you think that I’m stupid? And that’s why you don’t love me?”

“One of many reasons, Stefano.” She sipped her wine, not looking at him.

Steve fidgeted with the zipper on his jacket. She sighed.

“Must you be so infuriating?”

It was like being kicked in the stomach.

He thought they were close.

But she had been pretending all this time. Pretending to listen to him, pretending to care about him.

Pretending to love him.

He raced back upstairs.

He tossed off his clothes, tears in his eyes, and dived under the covers.

He curled up into a tight ball, stifling his sobs into his pillow.

-

Billy parked next to Steve’s car in the driveway.

Fucker had stood him up.

He figured he like, forgot they were going out or something, or got caught up watching a movie with his mom while she was still in town.

He let himself into the house, found his mom in the kitchen, washing a wine class.

“Hello, Mrs. Harrington. Is Steve in?” She smiled brightly at him.

“I don’t know where he got off to. Maybe check his bedroom.” She swept past him, heading for the master bedroom on the main floor.

Billy raced up the stairs, barging into Steve’s room.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died when he realized what was going on.

The room was dark, the curtains closed tightly, all lights off.

Steve was huddled under his bed covers, not moving.

This isn’t the first time this has happened, when Steve buried himself in his bed and couldn’t get out.

Billy sat down next to him, pet over where he figured Steve’s hip would be.

“Sugar, it’s me.” The little lump under the blanket gave a hoarse hmm noise. “You missed our date.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve croaked out from under the blanket.

“It’s okay. I know how you get.” It was quiet as Billy took off his shoes, sitting on the bed further. “Can you talk to me?”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Baby, I just wanna help you.”

“Can’t.” Billy sighed.

He was mostly just fishing to figure out if he had done something to send Steve into a spiral like this.

“Can you please tell me what’s causing this?”

“My mother.” Billy furrowed his brows. Steve always referred to her as Mama, talked about her like she hung the damn stars.

“What happened.”

Billy felt Steve shift under his hand, give a big sigh.

“She told me doesn’t love me. That she never has.”

“Oh, holy shit.” Billy was fucking gobsmacked.

Steve and his mom had always been really close. Steve told her everything, said she was probably the most important person in his life.

And she had pulled the rug out from under him and went to bed like nothing had happened.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.”

“Am I unlovable?” Steve’s voice was tiny. Billy’s mind was reeling.

“Of course you’re not unlovable. I love the fucking garbage outta you.”

“My own mother doesn’t.” Billy stood up, shoving himself under the bed covers with Steve.

He was curled in a tight ball, just in his socks and underwear. Billy wrapped himself around Steve as best as he could.

“I’m so sorry, Stevie. I’m so sorry.”

Billy had always kinda figured his mother didn’t love him. Figured if she left him with Neil there must be some disconnect there.

But Steve had felt loved by his mother. And apparently, it was all fake.

“I’m not faking anything. I really do love you, Stever.” Steve hummed. “I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a dick in my eye, or whatever it is.” He wanted Steve to huff a little laugh, maybe loosen up a bit, but nothing happened. “I mean it.”

He laid with Steve for a while, just tracing patterns on his skin.

-

“She told him she doesn’t love him. That like, she never has.” Robin’s jaw dropped open.

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah, right?”

“That’s fucked.” She shook her head.

Steve didn’t come to school today, and Billy had filled her in, wanted her to come over with him to Steve’s after school.

Steve was still in bed when they got there, didn’t move or make any sound when Robin pulled open his curtains.

“Hey, Dingus.” He hummed at her. “Billy told me everything.”

Billy sat down on Steve’s other side, patting his back.

“Did you get outta bed at all today?”

“Don’t wanna see her.” His voice was rough.

Robin fluttered about.

“I’m going to go make him something to eat. She closed the door quietly behind her.

“Have you eaten?” Steve huffed at Billy. “Right. Dumb question.” he tugged down the blankets to expose Steve’s head, brushing his fingers through his hair.

The product from last night had gone a little greasy.

“Robin’s making you some food. Because she loves you. Because people love you.” Steve remained quiet.

Robin came back quickly, turkey sandwich on a plate.

Billy manhandled Steve until he was sitting up.

His eyes were red and glassy, and he looked pale.

They sat with him as he slowly ate.

“Dingus, people care about you.” Steve gave no reaction to Robin’s words. “Sometimes the family you choose is just, better.”

He finally looked up at her, his bottom lip trembling.

“I just, I want my mama.”

Billy thought he was gonna start crying as Steve dissolved into tears.

He pulled Steve into him.

He genuinely had no idea what to do.

-

“He hasn’t left his bed in four days.”

He curled up tighter as he heard Billy on the stairs.

“We’ve been forcing him to eat.” Robin’s voice was there too.

There was a soft knock on the door, and a gentle weight on his bed.

“They told me everything.”

Joyce’s voice was soft in the darkness as she addressed Steve. “I’m sorry.”

He kinda wanted to cry, but it felt like he had no more tears left.

“I remember the first time Lonnie got mad at me. Got really mad. I felt like you do. Completely betrayed. Realizing this person, this person that promised to love me forever, didn’t. It felt like my spine had been ripped out.”

And Billy watched from the doorway as Steve actually pushed away the blanket, as he sat up to look at her. Eyes dull but focused.

“What did you do?”

“Focused on my boys. The people that I could say without any doubt that loved me. You’ve got a lot of people that love you, Steve. But I know it hurts, and it probably will for awhile.”

Steve’s eyes found Billy’s. Billy offered him a small smile.

“You’re not unlovable. She’s incapable of love. And that’s not your problem to fix.”

And Steve looked back at Joyce, and nodded at her.

Joyce smiled.

“How about you come over for dinner tonight? We always love having you over.” Her tone left no room argument as she stood up. Steve nodded at her, and actually smiled. Just a tiny thing.

“That’d be nice.”

#i got halfway through and thought this would lowkey be something billy would be out of his depth on #so he got joyce bc who better to fix this than everyone's mama #steve harrington #yikes writes #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #robin buckley #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

[biillyhargroves]

"Don’t you dare touch him!” + harringrove ???

take it out on me(fic requests open)

tw: depictions of child abuse & violence against minors. mildly graphic.disclaimer: this is one of the most intense fics I’ve written and I’m sorry.

Neil Hargrove is not supposed to be home.

Steve knows this. It is a Thursday night, and the Hargrove patriarch can only ever be found at Shanahan’s Pub on Thursday nights. He tucks in after punching the clock and remains there well past happy hour, well past last call. On some Thursday nights, Mr. Hargrove does not find his way home at all. He has been known, occasionally, to stay the night in the small gravel lot outside the bar and, more than once, been discovered there by Chief Hopper or one of the local patrolmen in the early hours of a Friday morning and been sent on his way. Susan Hargrove remains unfettered by her husband’s Thursday night disappearances. She enjoys the quiet, it seems. Sometimes, she works late; her husband cannot complain when he is not home to expect dinner, and she often orders pizza or an overwhelming amount of Chinese food to the house, or gives a couple of fives to her children, so that they do not go hungry in her absence. Steve has ridden shotgun on enough burger runs, has broken enough fortune cookies on enough Thursday nights to know that Neil Hargrove is never, ever home.

The house is always warm. Sometimes, El comes over, or Lucas sneaks in through Max’s window (a habit, he murmurs, when Billy reminds him that the front door is right there, shithead and that he doesn’t always have to break in like some criminal - “Look who’s talking,” Steve has teased, reminded of all the times that Billy has squeezed himself through second-story windows). The night is always quiet, Steve might even call them peaceful, when Neil Hargrove is not home.

And tonight, of course, is a Thursday night. Neil Hargrove is not supposed to be home, so it strikes Steve as rather odd that his battered old Ford is sitting in the driveway. 

Steve wonders if perhaps the truck had broken down this morning. Maybe, after cursing at the damned piece of junk, Neil Hargrove had taken his wife’s car to work. Steve circles around the block once, twice, tries to see inside the yellow windows of the Hargrove house. He can see no shadows inside; no shapes besides the back of the couch, the living room lamp. Steve parks a few streets over, just to be safe. 

Also to be safe, Steve creeps around the backyard. There is no light on in Billy’s bedroom, but there is in Max’s. Steve sees something- someone -dart inside the dimly lit room. He hears a door slam. Max jumps, almost screams, when Steve taps on her window. He apologizes her she even opens it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sor-”

“Shh!” Max hisses. Steve can hear yelling deeper inside the house. There are two voices, both of them male, one of them Billy’s. Steve cannot make out what he is saying but he doesn’t like the pitch of it, the tone of it, the way the words sound raw at their edges. “What are you doing here?” Max whispers. 

“I-” Steve starts, and he lowers his voice when she glares at him- not in angry way, Steve notices. She looks scared. “It’s Thursday,” he says plainly. 

Max only considers this for a fraction of a second before she says, “You need to go.”

Behind her closed door, there is a loud bang! and a subsequent thud! that makes them both jump. The walls shake. There is another shout- something between a grunt and a yelp -followed by a loud, angry bellowing sound. “You need to go,” Max says again, and her voice shakes like the walls. She starts to push Steve outside, but he grips the windowsill. She starts to close the pane but he grabs onto her wrist. 

“Wait,” he says, and when she keeps trying to shove him away he says, “No, no, no. Hey, come on. What the hell is going on?”

“Steve, just go,” Max says desperately.

“No,” Steve says firmly. “No, I’m not just gonna walk away.”

“Steve,” Max says. 

“No,” Steve repeats. “How bad is it?” he asks. “It sounds bad.”

“Steve, you have to go,” Max begs. But Steve has made up his mind. He pushes away from the window and instead of closing it like she’d wanted to, like she’d so desperately been trying to, Max leans her head outside. “Steve!” she calls, still trying to stay quiet. He is crossing the lawn, rounding the corner. “You’ll make it worse!” she says, but she doesn’t think he can hear her. Her step-father, though, could. He calls her name.

“Maxine!” he shouts. “What the fuck is going on in there?”

Without thinking, Max scrambles out the window. She is running around the house, following Steve’s path, by the time Neil Hargrove gets her bedroom door open. She hears him scream her name again and her heart jumps up into her throat. She thinks she might throw it right up, that all of her insides might come spilling out, and she swallows them all back down when she catches up with Steve. 

“Steve, stop it,” Max pleads. He swings around and grabs her shoulders and she freezes. Steve hates the fear in her eyes, hates that he’s the one causing it- right now, at least, in this moment.

“Go to the Byers’,” he tells her. 

“Steve,” Max says. Her voice is small, so very childlike, and for a moment Steve realizes that he has forgotten how young she actually is. She looks younger still with her eyes that wide, with tears in them, with her bottom lip quivering. 

“Go to the Byers and call Hopper,” Steve says. “Make sure it’s him. Can you do that?”

“I-” Max starts, “Steve-” And then, in an instant, her face hardens. “Okay,” she says. 

“Is your mom home?” Steve asks.

“She’s…” she starts. “No. No, she’s out of town.”

“Good,” Steve says. “Go.”

“You really should’ve gone home,” Max says.

Steve says nothing to this. Instead, he tells her, “Go. Mrs. Byers will help.” When Steve lets go of Max, she lingers for a moment. She stares at Steve with a look he can’t quite place. It’s not disappointment, but perhaps uncertainty. Disbelief, maybe. And, Steve thinks, even the tiniest spark of hope. She looks to the house and, when they hear Neil Hargrove shout again, she takes off down the street.

Steve opens the front door. He sees a shadow slip against the hallway wall, big and tall and monstrous. He hears Neil Hargrove growl, “Where’d she go?” he is demanding. “Is she covering for you, you God damned piece of shit? Where the fuck did she go?”

“Billy?” Steve calls, and this makes the yelling stop. 

There is a momentary silence, so quick it seems like an illusion. Steve is frozen in the open doorway. His heart is hammering; he can hear it in his ears, can feel his own pulse throb through every vein. He can taste bile at the back of his throat and prays to whatever deity might deign to listen that it stays put. The shadow grows against the wall again, and it is followed by the thumping footsteps. Steve sees Neil Hargrove’s boots first, scuffed up and dirty, and then he sees his fists with their red knuckles. His face looks less like a man and more like a monster, like something out of the horror movies Max always made them watch. His eyes are hard and his glare feels like daggers drilling right through Steve’s head. He snarls, and Steve half-expects some animal growl to come out of him.

“Who the fuck are you?” Neil demands. 

“Where’s Billy?” Steve counters. He looks behind Neil, but he cannot see anything in the dark hallway. Steve takes a step into the foyer. “Billy?” he calls again. “Billy?!” He doesn’t realize how far he’s moved into the house until Neil Hargrove is butting the stubby tips of his fingers against Steve’s chest. Steve stalls. He stops searching for Billy and looks at those knife-edge eyes. 

“Get out of here, son,” Neil Hargrove says, voice low and downright sinister. Each syllable sends its own chill snaking down Steve’s spine. Steve opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out- not a word, not a squeak, not a scream. “Go on,” Neil Hargrove tells him. 

But Steve doesn’t go. 

Neil Hargrove hangs his head. A breathes a heavy sigh and then, turning slightly toward the hallway, he shouts, “Billy! You want to come out here and tell me who this asshole is?” There is no answer. Steve tries to listen, tries to catch even a small rasp of Billy’s breathing, but his ears are ringing and he can’t hear anything else. Neil looks to him again, a kind of sideways glance, and Steve feels another tremor shudder through him. “I’ll call the cops if you don’t get out,” Neil warns, but instead of finding a phone he shouts over his shoulder, “Billy! You get your ass out here!” 

This time, there is movement; a small shuffling, a shifting of shadows. Steve watches Billy emerge from them. He presses one hand against the wall for support and his other warm is wrapped protectively around his middle. One eye is puffy and swollen, and Steve thinks he’s watching it swell right shut. Billy’s lip is bleeding - or perhaps it’s coming from his mouth, because his teeth look bloody when he opens his mouth. 

“Don’t,” he says. 

“Don’t what?” Neil asks, almost teasing. Billy glares at him. “You don’t look at me like that. I didn’t tell this kid to break into my house, now did I? He did that of his own volition.” 

Billy looks down. Steve has never seen him so sheepish; so frightened. He looks to the door, still open to the black night outside. He thinks about Max. Would she be at the Byers’ yet? How fast could she run? 

“Billy,” Neil Hargrove says in a sickly sing-song voice that makes Steve’s blood curdle. Steve snaps his head back toward Billy, who is just-barely holding himself up, his hair hanging over his face as he looks to his father. Neil’s voice is low and dangerous when he says, “You want to tell me who this is?”

“Some asshole,” Billy bites out. 

“Some asshole,” Neil repeats. “Now, that might be the first right thing you’ve said all night.” He turns his attention to Steve. He tilts his head, considers him, and then he asks, “Now what are you doing barging into my house and calling after my son?” he asks. “Were you creeping around here?” he asks. “Looking for my boy?” he demands. “Were you in my daughter’s window, too?” he presses. Each question is punctuated with a shove; it is not harsh, just a jab of Neil’s fingers against Steve’s chest, and he advances with each strike. Steve steps backward, backward, backward until his heel almost slips off the lip between the door and the front stoop. Steve grabs the door jam to stop himself from falling, breaking eye contact only briefly to glance outside. When he looks back, when he finds Billy over Neil’s shoulder, Billy’s is glaring at him. Why are you here? his eyes say. Why is your stupid ass even here?

“It’s Thursday,” Steve murmurs, even though Billy had not asked. 

“What was that?” Neil asks. Steve looks at him. He tastes the bile again; he doesn’t think he can hold it down. “It’s Thursday?” Neil asks. “Is this some kind of routine for you?” This time, when he shoves Steve, it is harsh. Steve loses his balances. He is thrust outside, tumbling ass over teakettle down the front steps and onto the walkway. His teeth catch his lip when he tries to curl his head away from the cement and now he tastes blood, too. 

“Don’t!” he hears Billy yell, though he sounds about a million miles away. Neil Hargrove is looming over Steve, a great big shadow blocking out the moon and the stars and the soft yellow glow of the streetlamps. He hears footsteps, stumbling ones, and suddenly Neil is torn away. “Don’t you dare!” Billy snaps. “Don’t you fucking touch him!” 

Steve lifts himself up in time to see Billy one land one good punch before Neil throws him away- literally throws him, like a rag doll, and Billy lands with a crash that shakes the whole damn floor. Neil rounds on him; he rises, towers over his son, raises his fists.

“No!” Steve screams. He forces himself to his feet. He is shaky, and he bumps into the door on his way through it. He throws himself at Neil. He, too, is easily flung away.

“What the fuck is this?” Neil demands. He is rounding on Billy once more. Steve staggers to his feet, reaches for Neil, grabs fistfuls of the man’s black jacket. Neil twists around, his cracked knuckles scraping Steve’s cheek, his jaw, and when he can’t Steve off of him he slams Steve against the wall. Steve loses his grip. He falls to his knees. The shadow over him grabs the front of his shirt and hoists him up. “Who the fuck are you?” Neil Hargrove growls. 

“Get off of him,” Billy snarls. He is on shaky feet, too, and Steve wishes he could just stay down. This isn’t Billy’s fight anymore, Steve things. He thinks about Max, about how she’d have to have called by now. He thinks that Chief Hopper must be on his way, he has to be, it’s been long enough. He looks at Billy, wants to plead with him: just stay down. it’ll be over soon. stay down. But Billy doesn’t. He beats his fists against his father’s back, pleading, “Get away from him!” 

Again, Billy is thrown off. This time, when he lands, he doesn’t move. Steve’s heart jumps up, but he cannot move. Neil Hargrove still has him pinned to the wall. He glares, hard, at Steve. 

“I’m gonna ask you one more time,” he says slowly. “Who. The fuck. Are you?”

Steve does not answer. He can hear car tires in down the street, the distance wail of sirens. He waits. Waits, waits, waits in silence until he hears the tires screech around the corner of Cherry Lane. Red and blue light washes over the dark street outside and the moment Steve sees them, the moment the first rogue beam shines through the window, Steve smiles. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Neil Hargrove asks, and Steve laughs.

Behind them, Billy is slowly crawling to his hands and knees. He looks confused. He watches the door, watches Chief Hopper’s beige car slide up to the curb. Neil Hargrove lets go of Steve and, without that strong grip wrinkling his shirt, Steve collapses to his knees. Billy looks at him. “What did you do?” he asks. Steve does not have a chance to answer. Chief Hopper is already taking long strides up the front law, is talking about a call about a disturbance at 4819 Cherry Lane. He is already peering inside, catching sight of the boys. There are cuffs in his hands and soon they are around Neil’s wrists. 

Steve moves towards Billy, reaches for him, but Billy shrinks away. 

“That was fucking stupid,” he spits. 

“I had to do it,” Steve says. Again, he reaches for Billy, but this time Billy slaps him away.

“You shouldn’t have done anything,” Billy says, but the anger that is normally present in his voice, in his very being, isn’t there. He isn’t even looking at Steve. He is watching his father shout at the chief, is watching two uniformed officers tugging him away. Outside, the back door of Chief Hopper’s car swings open and Max emerges, Mrs. Byers following. Mrs. Byers stops at Hopper, who is saying something about waiting in the car. Max, though, practically runs into the house.

“Billy,” she says, and Billy’s eyes snap up to hers. Something close to a sob catches in her throat when she says his name again and throws her arms around his neck. She buries her head against him, mutters apologies that he does not answer. This time, when Steve reaches for Billy, Billy lets him touch his back- even lets him put an arm around his shoulders. Steve can feel Billy uncoiling beneath him. When Billy breathes out, Steve thinks the smallest cry comes out of him - disbelief and relief expelled in a single exhale. He leans forward and Steve moves to catch him, to secure between himself and Max. 

“It’s okay,” Steve says. He will not say he’s sorry. He holds Billy, feels Billy’s free hand- the arm not wrapped around Max -close around his own waist. “It’s okay,” he says as Billy begins to cry. 

#harringrove #harrigrove fic #harringrove fanfic #harringrove fanfiction #billy hargrove #max mayfield #steve harrington #welp. the deed is done. #wndasmaximoffs #answered #lex writes fics

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Harringrove ABO Masterlist

someone asked for an abo masterlist, so here it is! 

this list isn’t sorted in any particular order, other than by date posted, which is the default on ao3. (newest -> oldest) i also didnt include every single fic in the abo tag because this list was already going to be a large post. if there are any fics i missed that someone thinks should be included, feel free to send an ask or to just reply to this post! :^) ♥  -cade 

updated: April 16th, 2020

Carnal by mrhiddles (1/1 | 4,001 | Explicit)

Steve goes into heat when Billy pulls up to school. Billy's the only one who can help him, or so Steve says.

The Case Where Billy Hargrove Turned Out To Be Not Your Average Alpha by Anonymous (1/1 | 3,249 | Teen+)

“I don’t spend heats with alphas.” Steve said, his gaze avoiding Billy’s.

Billy faltered at that, his brows furrowing in confusion. “I thought you’d spent your heats with people before?” Billy asked.

“Well yeah, but not with alphas.” Steve huffed.

“So— You’re a faggot?” Billy asked, his eyes widening.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Perfectly Unnatural by ImNeitherNor (1/1 | 3,255 | Explicit)

‘You’re not an alpha in this house, boy. You’re not strong. You’re not even responsible with your sister. You don’t respect Susan. I thought I taught you enough in California.’

Neil’s words clang around Billy’s skull and burn the inside of his bones as he sits on the hood of his Camaro. The metal below his ass is warm from the engine just having been turned off, but the lights still spill out across the cliff. This place, nestled at the top and shrouded by trees, catches the wind just right. The wind bites through his jean jacket, settling close to his skin. The cherry red glow of his cigarette gives a false sense of warmth and puts Billy’s teeth on edge.

‘You’re unnatural.’

warnings: references to childhood abuse

Puppy Pile by Strawberry_Sweetheart (1/1 | 2,432 | Not Rated)

Steve forgets about his heat and thinks he has enough time to make a grocery run before it really hits.

He seems to have miscalculated.

Luckily, Billy is there’s to get him home safe.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

One Last Time by Strawberry_Sweetheart (1/1 | 3,157 | Not Rated)

It came with a phone call late at night, just past the witching hour. It was deathly quiet and dark, a new moon withholding any moonlight to chase the shadows away, and in that silence the piercing ring of the telephone downstairs cut through their dreams. A sleepy noise and wiggle came from the lump under Billy, shifting until it escaped Billy’s arms and legs that held it hostage.

Or

this is a requested fic for Alpha El + Billy and Steve being good parental figure types and helping her figure things out

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

So messed up, I want you here by Boudoir_Writer (1/1 | 3,942 | Explicit)

“I turned you bitch, Harrington.” His voice is gravel and petrol, his limbs and heart lead. “We’re never going to be done.”

warnings: dubcon

Smoke by Carerra_os (1/1 | 468 | General)

Billy is ditching class for a smoke break when Steve comes along. -

Originally this was written for You're Extra Special, Something Else. However that story went in a different direction.

Black silk and wild flowers by Catharrington (1/1 | 3,015 | Explicit)

Steve’s birthday was really just another day. The only thing that made it special was his fathers insistence on going to a party thrown for just him, a party filled with starving alphas with fat wallets all rutting against themselves to buy their own little omega. Steve hates what his father makes him do. Steve hates his birthday. Until Billy Hargrove crawls through his window to remind him it’s not all bad, silver lining in the clouds and shit, and brings him a present.

Drop (The Game) by MissGillette (3/3 | 42,080 | Explicit)

Billy has wanted a piece of Steve since spotting him on the school parking lot his first day. So when Steve flees the bathroom at Tina's Halloween party, distressed and about to drop, Billy does the only logical thing: follow the scent.

The Lucky One by wingedbears (1/1 | 6,881 | Mature)

In a world where on one arm is your soulmate's name, and the other's is your enemy's, omega Billy has to learn to let shit go.

Princess of the apocalypse by Boozombie (2/2 | 15,034 | Explicit)

Steve just wanted to keep his kids safe, and Billy knows how to use that.

warnings: rape/non-con

Princess that runs his world by Boozombie (3/3 | 11,747 | Not Rated)

Billy takes Steve to wash up and plans to get him alone for a date. Steve wants to bring his pack along.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, rape/non-con elements

lately i feel like i've been losing (my mind) by ToAStranger (1/1 | 3,162 | Explicit)

Billy hasn't felt right since the summer straight out of a horror movie. His instincts are all off. And Steve Harrington keeps looking at him.

Pothos by moonflowers (1/1 | 6,714 | Explicit)

He felt like the rabbit and the fox all at once, the thrill of chasing and being chased, a circle, whole. He might’ve felt stupid about it, if it hadn’t been so intense. Robin always told him he fell for people too easy – and fine, she was right – but this was something else. Or maybe not yet, but oh man he was starting to think he wanted it to be. And it was probably idiotic of him to get his hopes up, but he couldn't help but think maybe Billy did too; watching Steve from behind a tired and quietly angry veneer, a little twist of hope just visible through the mask.

Dubious Hijinks by Corvin (1/1 | 3,998 | Teen+)

Steve needs a buffer between him and the alpha his dad picked for him. The best option he can think of is an uncooperative Billy Hargrove.

with them indiana boys (on them indiana nights) by ToAStranger (1/1 | 4,842 | Teen+)

The thing is, when Billy first saw Steve Harrington, he knew.  

He grew up knowing.  It was hard not to, with all of those hormones and instincts running through his fucking veins.  He knew, one day, he’d run across someone that smelled so right, so fucking perfect that he’d want nothing more than to bury his face against their scent gland and breathe in until the smell becomes a taste becomes a sensation becomes--

Well.  The thing is, he’s always known.

None Brighter Than Your Eyes by Doodsxd (1/1 | 9,991 | Explicit)

Sex Ed course came once again, and, for the first time, Billy listened.

He listened, because it started to match and make sense with what Max’s little troup told him over and over again.

Apparently, it was biology which dictated that omega jewelry wasn’t just a futility or decoration, or even a signal that the omega was taken. It wasn’t a trade, sex for jewelry, like Neil had taught him all his life. No: scientists had found back in the sixties that omega jewelry has a soothing effect, especially during heat, as a reminder of love and affection; something tangible and available at all times, even when no one is.

warnings: graphic depictions of violence

"is that what you want, princess?" by greeneyedsourwolf (1/1 | 4,008 | Explicit)

Steve asks Billy if he wants to spend their first heat together.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Pool Time Stress by AMemoryDelayed (1/1 | 2,610 | Explicit)

Steve's been visiting the pool pretty frequently. He can't help it when he'd been carted along that one time. He can't stand to watch Billy eye other women. It makes him regret it too, and yet. He's excited when Billy barely even moves his gaze over to him. He gives Steve the slightest of grins from where he's sat at. He doesn't make any other sign to warn him of what's to come beyond that. Steve knows though.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Thanks Phyllis by Corvin (1/1 | 11,764 | Explicit)

Steve wants to start a family and asks Billy for help. What was supposed to be a purely professional exchange turns a lot more intimate than he expected.

Everything falls back by Crowweb (1/1 | 1,302 | Teen+)

Billy isn't home like he's supposed to and Steve gets a bad feeling through their bond. The alpha turns up beaten up after a couple of hours.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, blood

push him down (spread him out) by tol_sirion (1/1 | 3,529 | Explicit)

“It’s embarrassing.” Steve whines and covers his face instead.

Billy tuts. “None of that, now,” he says, and Steve slowly looks up, hands falling to each side of his head instead. “Just one more picture. One more, and I’ll give you what you want.”

And maybe it’s cruel, holding it over Steve like that. Like only if Steve is good and does what Billy says, he’ll finally get dicked down the exact way he wants, and not a minute before.

Woke Up Thirsty by trashcangimmick (1/1 | 3,256 | Explicit)

Billy shows up at the Byers house looking for Maxine. Instead, he finds Steve Harrington and a kind of surprising proposition.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Grace Me With Nothing But Patience by itscrybabyharrington (icanspelliero) (1/1 | 6,587 | Explicit) 

It started off as an itch beneath the surface of his skin, no matter how hard Steve pressed his nails could never dig through, could never scratch the discontent that simmered just beneath.

Tommy says it’s nothing, signs of an early rut approaching, meds wearing off after taking them for so long. Only Steve knows Tommy is full of shit and this doesn’t feel like a rut.

warnings: underage, offensive language used, homophobia

Buzzcut Season by Senowolf (1/1 | 6,332 | Teen+)

Steve always waits for Billy to come back to him.

I Wanna Be Loved by harringrovecryptid (13/13 | 51,993 | Explicit)

"Brenner Relations" was one of the most lucrative businesses in the modern age. But only its clients and staff actually knew how it made its money. Billy Hargrove found himself being one of those people. But the deeper he got involved with the shady industry, the more secrets he began to uncover regarding the omegas that are considered company property.

warnings: graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con elements

Assigned Alpha by Kiram (2/2 | 3,415 | Explicit)

Steve used to just be an unknown secondary gender till Billy Hargrove rolled into town. Steve’s stuck in a rock and a hard place and is inevitable forced to fold and give into his nature. Billy likes bugging Steve while simultaneously protecting him.

war song by themundaneweirdo (1/1 | 1,789 | General)

Steve misses his soldier.

Don't Take Your Time With Me by trashcangimmick (1/1 | 6,864 | Explicit)

Billy is usually a light sleeper. But when he’s drunk, it’s a completely different story.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, rape fantasy, implied/referenced sexual assault, implied/referenced child abuse

I Can Do That by captainwingdings (1/1 | 1,971 | Explicit)

Billy wants to help out with Steve's heat, so he shows him a taste of what he can do.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Hot Blooded by captainwingdings (1/1 | 4,463 | Explicit)

The new guy from California catches Steve Harrington's attention for more than one reason. Not only was he hot as hell and didn't know how to button his shirts, but he was the strangest omega that Steve had ever seen. 

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Moaning Lisa Smile by trashcangimmick (1/1 | 3,735 | Explicit)

Billy maybe kind of hides the fact that he’s an Omega because he’s too queer, and too pretty, and would rather not deal with a bunch of idiot Alphas trying to screw the gay out of him. But Steve’s not an Alpha. Steve is also very pretty.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, consent issues

Sweet Dream (Saccharine) by Highsmith (1/1 | 16,039 | Explicit)

Billy and Steve aren't friends, until they are, and they're not more than that, because the world doesn't work that way.

warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, recreational drug use

Pressing the accelerator down by Etnoe (1/1 | 6,229 | Explicit)

Heat season takes a toll of two alphas who can't find anyone to share a rut with. Aside, of course, from each other.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Keeping a bit of you by peirypatt (1/1 | 697 | General)

Over the years Steve's room has had several changes and seen many trends and phases, but there was only one thing that didn't belong to Steve inside his bedroom. A denim blue jacket.

It came naturally to us by peirypatt (1/1 | 650 | General)

Saying that Steve and Billy held hands in 1999 for the first time would be wrong and right at the same time. It's complicated, and at the same time, it's not.

Don't Belong To Anyone (Else) by sparkleeye (2/2 | 31,145 | Explicit)

And he does, just Billy’s fucking luck, because Harrington licks his lips and hoarsely goes, “I fucking knew it, fuck Hargrove, you’re in heat.”

He shudders as Harrington takes a step towards him. The tangy, warm scent of alpha has him struggling to stand upright, already slipping into the too far gone state and it’s fucking Harrington’s fault because he still won’t leave.

Better yet, he knows, he can smell the sweetness of omega, particularly herbal and saccharine like lavender and vanilla - Billy knows he smells like a girly little candle, okay - flooding the air between them. He could push Billy over and take him there, on the floor, push his face down onto the cracked, dusty concrete and fuck him stupid.

aka -- Billy is a stubborn idiot and goes to school during his heat.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Upside Down, You're Turning Me by ImNeitherNor (1/1 | 7,885 | Explicit)

“Let me get this straight. You want me to go into the middle of the fucking woods in below zero temperatures to find someone who is probably high as a kite and just having the time of his damned life?”

“We’re worried--” Max starts and Billy sneers.

“That sounds like a personal problem, Maxine. Steve is a big boy, an alpha, and can handle--” Billy tears his gaze away from Max as Dustin climbs on top of his hood and sits there. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Not moving,” Dustin shrugs and crosses his arms over his chest.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Doctor’s Visit by HalfNakedWriter (1/1 | 2,320 | Explicit)

Steve goes for his 38 week appointment. 

'Cause We Feel Young and Wild by BeautyInChains (1/1 | 1,515 | Explicit)

Soon, is Steve’s best guess. Soon like the subtle itch beneath his skin that intensifies with each passing day. Soon like the voracity of his appetite as his body begins to prepare itself for the upcoming marathon. Soon like the aggression that continues to build and threaten to spill whenever another Alpha so much as glances Billy’s way. Soon like the way he’s been tenting his sheets, his slacks, his gym shorts at so much as a gentle breeze.

So when Billy texts him that morning, an eggplant emoji followed by the fire, peach, and splashing water emojis with not one but three question marks, Steve replies with Soon.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Lost My Mind by trimorning (1/1 | 1,564 | Teen+)

"I don't want to be dramatic."

He doesn’t know what Steve is going to say, which isn’t normal because he’s a predictable kind of mess, so it makes him feel vulnerable.

But its fine, its just Steve so it will undoubtedly be fine. Billy looks back at the other boy, “I can tell you right now, that you are physically incapable of not being dramatic, so continue.”

---- An a/b/o Harringrove one-shot that has little to do with a/b/o and more with Steve's flirty and messy ass. enjoy

Lavender by PoisonousFlower3 (1/1 | 756 | Mature)

"Billy hated being an alpha. He hated how it made his sense of smell stronger and smell the despair that always seemed to linger in this town. He hated how he was always so angry, though he knew that part of it was the abuse from his dad and his temper.

What he didn’t hate was how it let him get a good whiff of Steve whenever he was around."

In which case home starts to include Steve Harrington for Billy.

Red by PoisonousFlower3 (1/1 | 602 | Mature)

"Yeah, maybe things hadn’t started off the best for them but Billy was definitely in love." Another little drabble for two idiots in love

now I got you drunk, hot, and vulnerable (how do you like me now? do i turn you on?) by brawls (brawlite), ToAStranger (1/1 | 6,807 | Explicit)

The first thing Billy notices is the scent.

Heady, sweet, electric. It makes his mouth water, the second he walks in. Makes every bone in his body sing.

Heatstroke by HobbitSpaceCase (1/1 | 8,022 | Explicit)

Billy is out of suppressants and going into Heat. Steve finds him. It's too bad Billy can't have this every time.

warnings: dubcon, sad ending

Steve Forgets by femmesteve (1/1 | 1,242 | Explicit)

Steve forgets his heat and Billy is there to be a jerk and fuck him how he needs.

you scratch my back, i'll bite yours by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 2,363 | Explicit)

Billy rushes Steve's fraternity and gets in, which sucks, only when it doesn't. Drunk Steve has a hard time staying away from what isn't good for him.

bite me, but not too hard by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 3,854 | Explicit)

Steve debates whether or not he should spend his heat tranquilized.

your teeth go deep (it seems) by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 3,554 | Explicit)

Nothing about his life, or his love life, has been simple thus far. The trend continues.

eat me (let it run down your chin) by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 2,837 | Explicit)

Billy ends things with Steve. Sorta.

Nine to five. by Fanflick (9/9 | 34,301 | Explicit)

Steve knew that everything would ultimately come to this, working for his father at a boring office job. It wasn't easy being an omega in hiding, especially now since Steve's boss is the arrogant alpha Billy Hargrove. Now Steve has to work alongside his high school rival while also trying to save enough money to get away from his father. How hard can that be?

warnings: boss/employee relationship

Drunken Things by Rhiw (3/3 | 10,566 | Explicit)

Nancy and Steve break up before Tina's party. Steve finds himself on the rebound, damned and determined to have some fun. Billy just wants to get laid.

Aka: The ABO of Stranger Things no one asked for. Written while drunk, with drunk characters, and lots of angst and smut and shit. Enjoy.

warnings: underage

what a wicked game you played (to make me feel this way) by brawls (brawlite), ToAStranger (14/14 | 119,016 | Explicit)

Billy knew Steve Harrington would ruin him. Steve knew Billy Hargrove was nothing but trouble.

They never expected it to end up like this.

warnings: misogynistic language, ableist language, mentioned dubcon

turn me loose by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 3,321 | Explicit)

Billy is a dominant, powerful alpha with a slew of omegas dying to win his affection. He loves it, lives for it, except when he’s in rut. Steve is an omega and fights it every damn day. But when his body goes into heat, needs to breed, he can’t do anything to stop it. Billy is in rut and Steve is in heat when a freak heatwave knocks out the air conditioning in their shared apartment complex. Open windows and rampant hormones? What could go wrong?

Punch by hati_skoll (1/1 | 2,330 | Teen+)

Steve is dragged off by another alpha, Billy handles it.

A Start by ImNeitherNor (1/1 | 5,574 | Explicit)

The quarry was always Steve’s go to when he needed a place to breathe, an area where the smells weren’t in his face and he could think straight. It was strange how one person’s heat could trigger another. Steve, a slightly cowed alpha after Hargrove rolled in, was done with the overpowering scents and the looks that were being thrown around.

He wasn’t interested in any of it. None.

So, when he pulled up onto the edge of the quarry and stepped out, he almost groaned at the smell that hit him. An omega. An omega in heat. Fuck. This is exactly what he had hoped to get away from. He was ready to slide back in and yank his car in reverse when he looked up and saw, exactly, what car was sitting to the side, shaded by an overcast of trees. If he hadn’t actually looked, it would have slipped away. He blamed his sharper senses, his need to search out the omega.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Slick by hati_skoll (1/1 | 2,028 | Teen+)

Steve gets wet for Billy.

(Less porn inside than implied.)

Hold Me Tight Or Don't by BTSBlossom (1/1 | 4,808 | General)

Billy has some news for Steve, he just doesn't know how to tell him. At least he knows he's got Ms. Byers on his side. She'll be there for Billy if Steve isn't.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, abortion discussion

Wrap Me Up (In Your Love) by LadyMoonveil (1/1 | 1,254 | Teen+)

In which Steve keeps stealing Billy's clothes, and Billy is terrified of the implications when he comes to the realization that Steve is nesting.

After everything that Steve has done for him, all Billy wants to do is be good to his mate. (Even if it means adding things to his wardrobe that sadly isn't denim or leather).

Make me feel special by pizzz_10 (1/1 | 1,577 | Explicit)

A short sweet omega fic where Billy is an omega and Steve is his alpha who loves to spoil him

bück dich by Rebldomakr (1/1 | 966 | Mature)

Billy Hargrove arrives in Hawkins, with Steve Harrington's name written on his neck.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, mild blood/slight gore

sandman by Rebldomakr (1/1 | 2,226 | Explicit)

Steve’s not a fighter. He sucks at it, actually. He’s a little soft, but he isn’t totally weak or awfully tiny. He’s a good Alpha in many of the ways that count! Just because he isn’t running around sleeping with anyone willing, picking fights, and beating people to death doesn’t mean he’s a bad Alpha. And though Billy might do all that, but he isn't a bad Omega.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Silk by Rebldomakr (1/1 | 3,393 | Mature)

In Indiana, Omega suppressants are banned. Billy runs out after a while.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

#stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #harringrove fanfiction #steve harrington #masterlist #abo #list

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V is for Vendetta

V is for Vendetta 

Billy Hargrove x Reader 

Warnings: Mention of abuse, smut, unprotected sex, fingering 

Word count: 1.8k 

Requested:  Hi hi, I was wondering (its okay if not I just can't write my own shit and wanted to know if you could help me out a lil) if you could write a billy H fic where you two are fucking and his dad walked in (its based on the episode in s2 where max sneaked out and billy has a 'date' and we figure out he's getting abused) and you didn't know he was getting abused so when you see his dad punch him in the face you loose your shit and drag billy out and just some good old smut and fluff please?  

Notes: I hope you enjoy this yee!! Thank you for the request anon I hope I did it justice :D I had fun writing this one and thank you for giving it a read

Friday nights in Hawkins were everyone’s favorite day because the long week was coming to an end and everyone looked forward to going out. For you and Billy they usually consisted of a movie, a party, or dinner and then the two of you would either go back to your place or drive to the field by the end of town to fuck. You’d only been to his house a handful of times, only spending the night once and sneaking out early in the morning. Billy always pressed hard about you not being at his house when his dad was home, he never gave you a full reason for it but you knew his dad wasn’t a person you wanted to be around.

Billy had planned this Friday night out perfectly because he knew his dad and Susan would be out the majority of the night. You were going to meet him at his house and hang out for a little while before the two of you were going to go to the movies. It was about five when you drove up to his house and could hear the loud music blasting from his room. Laughing quietly to yourself you made your way up to the front door and gave a few loud knocks, it only took a few seconds before Billy was yanking the door open with an annoyed expression that quickly changed when he saw it was you.

“Hi there pretty lady.” His signature smirk came over his lips and he shot you a wink. “Working out?” You questioned as you walked past him into the living room, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against his hard chest. “Nah I’ve been saving my work out for you.” He placed a kiss against your sweet spot on your neck and another on your cheek. “That was awful Hargrove…doesn’t the movie start soon anyway?” You questioned and went into his bedroom, lying down on his bed.

He came to sit next to you on his bed, admiring the dress you had chosen to wear and how the top made your breasts look amazing. You knew it drove him crazy and the chances of him not staring where slim to none. “Was kind of hoping we could skip it tonight…have other things in mind to be honest.” Billy stood up quickly and pushed his door shut with the heel of his boot, coming back over and hovering over you.

“Oh really and what would that be hmm?”

That signature smirk popped back up on his lips and one of his hands went to grip your waist, the other resting by your head. His blue eyes flicked down the length of your body before meeting back with yours and he leaned in, his lips covering yours. Your hands met his chest, his red button down having been open, and ran them up his shoulders and into his curly hair giving a pull to the locks. A groan rumbled through his throat and you felt his hand squeeze at your hip, his legs slotting between yours.

So caught up in the feel of his mouth against yours, you gasped when his hand swiped across your stomach and the front of your panties snapped against your skin. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss and push his tongue passed your lips. Small moans were sneaking past your lips as his fingers teased you through your panties. Billy separated his mouth from yours and moved them to your neck, sucking a few bruises into your skin. “Sounds like you’re ok with my plan sweetheart…” He whispered into your skin.

You nodded your head and gripped at the back of his neck, wanting his mouth back on yours. “Billy please! Touch me please!” You whimpered. Billy was never one to deny you of what you wanted when you sounded so desperate, your chest rising and falling quickly. He took great pride in how overwhelmed he could get you without even touching you. “Such a good girl…I bet you’re already soaked through those cute little panties of yours.” You felt his fingers trace the top of them, never fully giving you what you wanted. “Let’s see if I’m right.” He whispered in your ear, taking your lobe in between his teeth and suddenly cupping your pussy.

A gasp left you and your back arched off of his bed, his sinister laugh against the side of your neck giving you goosebumps. His fingers pushed your panties to the side and he swiped two through your folds before rubbing small circles on your clit. If there was one thing to know about Billy’s sex life, it was that he was dangerously good with his hands and had brought you to tears before from how good they worked you.

He rubbed at your clit for a little bit before giving you a small warning he was going to insert his fingers, your arms tightening around his shoulders as he thrust them in and out. One of your hands ran down this arm and to the front of his tight jeans, squeezing the very obvious bulge that had popped up. A deep groan escaped Billy and his hips thrust against your waist, the friction feeling amazing against his hard cock.

“Fuck! I need to be inside you baby, can I do that?” His eyes met yours and you squeaked out a ‘yes’ before gripped at his belt, unbuckling his jeans and pushing them halfway down his thighs. Billy took his length in his hand and ran the tip through your folds, teasing you before he finally pushed inside of you. Both of you moaned out and Billy pressed his lips back onto yours in a heated kiss. “Billy! Oh please baby harder…mmm yes!” Your hand took a fist full of his shirt and tightened with every thrust he gave. His thrusts were hard and fast, the bed rocking ever so slightly with his movements.

You could feel the familiar knot tightening in your stomach and could tell Billy was getting close with how his grunts got deeper and his thrusts became sloppy. “I’m gonna cum baby oh! Don’t stop just like that…” Your eyes snapped closed as he took one of your legs and shifted it up higher around his waist. “Come for me baby girl. Fuck yes! Just like that I can feel you squeezing my cock.” It took everything in you not to let out a scream once the knot in your stomach snapped. You were sure your nails would leave marks on Billy’s back and bicep from how hard you had held onto him.

“Fuck me!” Billy moaned out and stilled as he came, his hand gripping tightly to your waist. He placed a sweet kiss to your lips before he pulled out and tucked himself back into his jeans. You felt yourself blush at the wink he sent you as you got up to use the bathroom. When you came back out he was sat back on his bed with a cigarette between his lips, you climbed in next to him and stole the stick from him taking a good puff of it.

There was the sound of the front door opening and Billy didn’t think twice about it, thinking it was Max. A knock came to his door and he rolled his eyes. “Max what did I tell you when my door is closed-“ a deep voice interrupted him and Billy visually tensed up. “Billy open the door.” He smashed the cigarette out in the bowl by his window and opened his door to see his dad and Susan standing there.

“What’s wrong?” Billy questioned to his father, his posture very tense. “Why don’t you tell us.” You watched as his father very harshly glared at his son. “Because I don’t know!” Billy was trying to get whatever his father wanted over with as quickly as possible, hoping that you wouldn’t have to see the bullshit he had to put up with. Susan chimed in and explained that Max wasn’t in her room and Neil loudly said that her window was open. Billy looked to the side and ran a hand through his hair as his father continued to question him.

It was like you were completely invisible to his father as he stepped into the room after Billy. Susan gave you a small sad smile as Billy tried to explain that Max was fine and probably at the arcade, that she didn’t need a full time babysitter. “So you’re telling me, you were in here with some whore and now your sister is missing?” Your head shot up at how Neil had mentioned you for the first time and watched as Billy clenched his fists tightly, his jaw setting firmly. “Don’t fucking call her that.”

“Excuse me? What was that.”

“I said don’t fucking call her that.” Neil was on Billy in an instant, harshly grabbing his shoulders and throwing him against the bookshelf at the end of the room. You let out a gasp as you watched Billy look down at his father, breathing heavily and his face stone cold. “What did we talk about hmm?” Neil questioned with his face close to Billy’s. Suddenly his hand was up and a hard slap was delivered across Billy’s face. A small scream escaped you and tears pricked to your eyes at what had just happened.

Billy held his head up as his father’s hand came close to the expanse of his neck, but it never fully gripped him. “Respect and responsibly.” His voice was quiet but firm and Neil nodded his head. He made Billy apologize to Susan and looked back to his son before telling him to find his sister. When Billy didn’t respond fast enough Neil stepped closer and yelled in his face. You could see the broken look in your boyfriends eyes but not one ounce of emotion was showed to his father.

“Yes sir.” Neil pleased with his answer turned on his heel and glared at you on his sons bed, your hands slightly shaking.

When the two adults left the room you looked to Billy and a tear feel from his eyes. “Billy baby…” You quietly said and got off the bed walking to him. He stared blankly at you before you wrapped your arms around him and a small sob broke through his chest. You kissed his cheek and cupped his face in your hands, inspecting the small amount of blood on his nose and gently whipped his tears away. “I’m sorry you had to see that asshole, I never wanted you to have to see that.” He said, his voice a little rough.

“Let’s get out of here, go find Max and you can sleep at my house tonight.” His teary eyes met yours and he paused before nodding. You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him to you tightly, before whispering you loved him in his ear. “I love you too baby…”

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[sidehowriting]

Hurting Hearts

Masterlist in bio!

A/N: Special broadcast today! Back to back episodes of Shit-No-One-Asked-For and Me-Neglecting-Other-Things-I-Should-Be-Writing. What a treat! 

I have no idea how to do a small, concise author’s note about how/why I wrote this so I’m just gonna leave it. I now have a Stranger Things fic. This is the world we live in. Takes place after graduation. Also @teddybeardoctorr said I should post it. 

Also, I actually am working on the few requests that I have I am just slow with no self control. 

Italics are inner thoughts 

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x OFC Stacy (established relationship)

Summary: Billy has more in common with Stacy than he thought. 

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Swears, lil smut (fingering), angst, abuse, mentions of drugs and alcohol, fluff

Things were going on longer than he thought they would. But that was fine. He just wanted her to stop being so fucking uptight, get her head out of her goddamn ass, and just admit that she didn’t hate him. That maybe, she wanted him.

When things were going good, way better than he expected, he stuck around. Sure, she didn’t want to sex, shy little virgin, but she was open to other things. And when she was relaxed and not trying to impress anyone, she was actually fun to be around. 

He never cared for dates. Never knew what to talk about for hours. But she was good at it. She was smart enough to keep the conversation going for longer than he ever thought he could stand. Taking her out stopped feeling like a chore, a means to an end, and something he looked forward to. 

Of course, after the dates were just as fun as well.

She led him by the hand, her skin always so soft, through the mess of her house. He never judged her for it, though. It wasn’t her doing. 

Once upstairs, she pushed open her bedroom door and flicked on the lights. The contrast to her room, her sanctuary, and the rest of the house never failed to shock him. Her room and her bathroom were always neat as a pin. Not one thing out of place. 

Closing the door, she practically threw herself onto him. Lips locked, he held her close, keeping her steady. She seemed more eager tonight. Maybe she’d want to go all the way? If not, he still made plans to see Maria Hill afterwards. He didn’t feel the need to tell Stacy this, though. She knew they weren’t exclusive. He had every right to hook up with whoever he wanted to. But, still, he didn’t want to say anything. 

He had her pinned on her bed minutes later. She moaned and arched and pleaded every time he touched her, and god did, he love hearing her. 

She wiggled her hips when his fingers ran up her legs and under her skirt. Twisting his fingers around her panties he pulled them down and off, making a mental note to take them with him before he leaves. 

All he had to do was tap her thighs and they fell open for him, making him smirk. He leaned over her, lips kissing the shell of her ear before he spoke. “You’re so eager today, princess. What gives?”

“I just…” She tried wiggling down closer to where his hand was placed on her thigh. “I want you.” 

“To do what?”

“Right now? To touch me.” 

“How can I say no to that?” He obliged, moving his hand up and easily finding her clit. Jesus, she was so wet his fingers easily slid around her little bud. 

“Fuck! Billy!” She threw her head back against her pillows, fingers gripping her bed sheet. 

He loved it when she yelled his name. Drove him wild. “Say my name again, sweetheart.” 

As she opened her mouth to comply, he slipped a finger into her. Her back arched as he curled it, he knew how to work her over good now. His name barely recognizable as it tumbled from her lips as a gasp. 

Sliding another finger in, he held her eyes as he thrusted them in and out. He liked watching her face. Dark eyes clouding over in pleasure, unable to focus. Pink flushing her skin, highlighting all her freckles. She had gotten better at keeping the eye contact too. He could get her to do anything with a few sweet words and praises.

She was trembling and biting her lip. He knew she was getting close. “You wanna cum on my fingers, princess?”

She nodded wordlessly, legs twitching. 

He didn’t get to tell her what she had to do to cum. A loud, banging interrupted them and a scream. “STACY!” 

She bolted up at hearing her name being called. “STACY!” 

Pushing Billy off her, she scrambled to make herself more decent. “Shit! Fuck! Shit!”

“STACY!”

Opening the door, she called over to him. “Stay here, okay? I’ll only be gone a minute.” With a frazzled and apologetic smile, she left her room. Part of him thought he could just sneak out the window and leave before she came back. But he couldn’t do that to her. She was too special.

From her room he could hear muffled voices. Stacy’s was easy to make out. He assumed the other belonged to her mom. He had never met her but who else would show up banging? Stacy said her mom would lose her keys all the time. Maybe that was it. 

The voices were getting louder and he could make out the intensity of them. Something he was very familiar with from his own home. He knew he should stay put like he was told, but the pull to find out what exactly was happening was too much. Quietly, he left Stacy’s room and crept down the small hallway. 

He knew the third stair from the top creaked no matter how you stepped on it so he didn’t go down that far. Just far enough to see the rest of the living room and quickly dive away if need be. 

Stacy’s mother’s voice rang clear as day from the kitchen, hidden from his view. Her words slurring together. “You’re so fucking useless!” Something shattered right after. A glass? A plate? 

“I’m sorry.” That was Stacy’s plea. “I didn’t… I just thought you would like it.” 

“You ruined what I had!” Another something fell to the floor. 

“I just wanted to help!”

A glass was thrown from the kitchen, whizzing right past Billy’s line of sight before falling to the ground and smashing. “You haven’t done anything helpful since your birth!” 

“What!?” The shrill in Stacy’s voice worried him. He knew what happened when he talked back to Neil. “I’m the only one working to keep a roof over our heads while you just get drunk and high all fucking day!”

There was a beat of silence before he heard the unmistakable sound of skin striking skin. “Fucking bitch,” her mom spat. “Useless fucking bitch.” 

Moving footsteps had him darting back to Stacy’s room for cover. He wasn’t sure if he should pretend he hadn’t heard the altercation. He knew family fighting was intimate and not for others to see but hearing such harsh words thrown at Stacy… And getting hit… He didn’t know if he could keep quiet about that. 

The creaking stair told him she'd be there in just a moment. He had to make his decision quickly. She kept her head low as she reentered the bedroom, and he settled on not saying anything. That is, until he got a glimpse of her face. 

There was a cut under her eye. It wasn’t big but it was red and starting to bleed. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself, moving to her side as quickly as he could. He tried to take her chin in his hands but she moved away. 

“It’s okay.” He could barely hear her words. “I’ll be okay.” 

“Baby, look at me.” His voice was gentle but commanding. She obeyed like usual, still putty in his hands. The drop of blood had swelled and was starting to fall down her poor cheek. “C’mon.” He stroked her uninjured one. “Let’s clean that.” 

She nodded and let him lead her to her bathroom. She sat on the toilet, hands folded in her lap while he got a washcloth. Warm soap and water always did it. That’s how he’d clean his gashes from Neil. 

Pressing the cloth to her face, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t look up at him either. She kept her gaze trained on her hands. “I didn’t want you to see this.” 

“You don’t have to explain.” 

“She’s not always like this, either. Usually.” 

With the blood wiped away, her cheek just looked red and tender. Placing the cloth in the sink, he held out his hand to help her up. She accepted, placing her small hand in his larger one. “You don’t have to defend her. She’s a bitch.” 

She went into her bedroom and sat on the bed. “She’s not! She’s not… she just… It’s not her.” 

Billy knew her mom drank and did drugs. Stacy had mentioned it to him early on though he could have figured it out on his own. Everyone in Hawkins knows what goes on on her street. But seeing the ramifications of it was different than just hearing it in passing. 

He sat down next to her on the bed. “What got her all upset tonight?”

“A couple days ago she was… I don’t even know what she was on. Meth? Cocaine? Whatever. She wanted to bake or something. She made this huge mess in the kitchen and she was all riled up and then just left the house. I didn’t touch it for awhile, thinking she’d come back soon and when she didn’t I cleaned it up. I guess I wasn’t supposed to do that.” 

He felt sadness and rage and maybe empathy. Something as stupid as doing the dishes made her mom curse her out and hit her. Part of him wanted to go down and let her mother know what a fucking bitch she was, but that wasn’t his place.

Standing up, Billy pulled his tank top over his head. Stacy watched him curiously and unsure. “I was late picking Max up.” He turned around and from her gasp he knew she saw it. “Neil laid into me and I fell on some empty beer bottles. They broke.” It was hard for him to see the cut on his back, but he could still feel it when he bent or turned certain ways. He knew it was big and it was taking a long time to heal.

This isn’t the first time there’s been a physical mark on him from Neil that he had to explain away. I got into a fight or Max left her fucking skateboard laying around were his go to lies. Most of the girls he fooled around with didn’t question it. Stacy didn’t either, but she always had this look in her eyes like she didn’t quite believe him. Never once did she push him to talk about it, though. Now he knew why.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was so soft and delicate. He felt it in his core. “You don’t deserve it.” 

“Neither do you,” he said, uncomfortable with her sympathy. “I can see why you’re putting in so many hours at the library.” 

Twisting her fingers, she bit her lip before looking up at him. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.” 

“All the college’s I got accepted to offered to give me money to pay for it. I’ve just been saying I can’t afford to go.” Her eyes started to tear up. He had seen girls cry before. Shit, he had made girls cry before, but this was different. Seeing Stacy cry made him want to move mountains for her. Made him want to destroy whatever it was that caused those tears. And he hated it. 

Leaving his shirt off, he took his seat next to her again. Reaching out, he took her hand in his. “Why’s that?” He asked. 

“I’m scared,” she croaked. “I’m scared I’ll leave and I’ll come back and everything will be gone. She already lost the car, I’m scared she’ll lose the house and we’ll have nothing. Or I’ll come home and I’ll find her…” 

The moment she started to really cry, he pulled her to him. He didn’t even know he was doing it until she was on his lap, clinging to him. Her wet tears were pressed against his toned chest and he knew he should be annoyed but he wasn’t. Her sobs were too heartbreaking. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he murmured into her hair. Her body fit so well against him and she was always so warm. Comforting her just felt right. 

“Do you ever wonder,” she said between her sniffles, “when they stopped loving you?”

“I’m not sure they ever did.” His throat was suddenly dry but fuck he was not going to cry. “I’m not sure I’m worth it.” 

She perked her head up instantly, eyes still red and watery. “Don’t say that.” She reached up to touch his cheek and he didn’t want to lean into her touch but he did. Her skin was just so damn soft. “You are worth it.” 

His laugh was forced and painful and she could tell. Her eyes were full of concern. “Thanks, sweetheart, but I promise you, I’m not.” I’m a worthless piece of shit he fought so hard not to add. Words he’d heard so many times from Neil he started to believe them. 

Her face scrunched up as she shook her head wildly. “Billy,” she said once she had stopped. Her small hand still on his cheek, stroking. “I promise you are.” She bit her lip again and he started to panic. “I lo-” He cut her off with a kiss, not wanting to hear her words. 

No, she couldn’t love him. He was violent and reckless and didn’t care about anyone but himself. She was everything he wasn’t. She was good and kind and maybe an uptight bitch sometimes but that’s what drew him in. 

No, she couldn’t love him because if she did then he would have to confront the feelings, real feelings he had for her. He wasn’t ready to think about how much he loved her company. How much she made him laugh and smile and forget about the real world. How much he needed her. 

Slowly he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. “Don’t say it.”

“Okay,” she said softly and kissed him again, long and slow and fuck her for just putting her feelings into the kiss. She didn’t need to say with words when she could translate through touch. 

Billy hated how she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her chest against his. She was trembling in his embrace as she kissed him. He held her hips to keep her close.

The kiss lasted a while and when she finally pulled back, she was panting. Her lips were plump, and her eyes hooded as she gazed at him. God, he just wanted to kiss her again and again. Instead, he gently pushed her off and back onto her bed. “I should go.” He rose, having a hard time looking at her. 

She nodded. “Okay,” she said meekly. Jesus, he hated that tone, knowing he caused it. But staying was now dangerous and he was already experiencing too many emotions he didn’t know how to handle. He wanted to punch something. Break it. But not around her. No, that was something she didn’t need to see. 

He could let it out with Maria, though. She liked it rough. A couple hard smacks on her ass would be nice. Maybe she’d let him choke her a bit. And just thinking about slamming his cock into her over and over. Yanking her hair and saying filthy things. That would calm him down. Take the edge off. 

Grabbing his shirt from the ground, he tossed it over his shoulder. No need to put it on now when it would just come off again soon. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to go out the front door,” Stacy said, watching him. “The window would be better.” 

“Right. Okay.” He couldn’t bear to look at her face as he strode over. They weren’t really dating. They weren’t exclusive. Yet, he felt this gnawing on the inside that what he was going to do was a terrible idea and would crush Stacy. 

The window opened easily but he took his time throwing his leg over. Half way out she called back to him. “Billy! Wait!” Of course he stopped instantly and she rushed over. Her eyes were glossy again. “Could you stay the night? Please?”

“Yeah.” He came back into the room. “I can.” 

The elated look on her face was worth it all. She threw her arms around him again, face squished against him. He couldn’t stop the euphoric feeling that flooded him. He made her happy. 

It was late and therefore it was decided that going to bed would be best. She offered him her shower and he accepted. He didn’t have clean clothes but that was okay. He slept naked anyways. But, maybe, he’d at least wear his boxers tonight. 

He was laying on her bed as she took her turn in the shower, ruffling through the magazines she had laying on her bedside table. A cigarette was hanging from his lips as he skimmed articles. Almost all of them were about sex. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying reading them. These girls were just as filthy as the boys. 

His cigarette was out when she emerged from the adjoining bathroom. His face crinkled into a smile when he saw her. “Is that my shirt?”

Shyly she nodded, pulling at the hem of it. “Remember when you spilled your coke on me?” He did. The lid wasn’t on properly and when he offered it to her it popped off. The whole front of her shirt was soaked in dark, sticky liquid. He had a spare shirt in his car for this reason or that. Something for an emergency. “I never gave it back.” 

He laughed, unaware that she had kept it. “Well, princess, you do look fuckin’ hot in it. I guess you can keep it.” 

She giggled and crawled onto the bed. “Gee, thanks.” On instinct, he opened his arm for her, and she snuggled in close. “Are you reading my Cosmo?”

“I am,” he said. “There’s a lot of shit about fuckin’ in here.” 

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I bought them.” 

He adjusted so they could both comfortably read the magazine. “Looks like we have some positions to try out later. Think you’re up for it, sweetheart?”

“With you? I do.” So tenderly she kissed his cheek and he was filled again with all the emotions he was trying so hard to not deal with. 

Clearing his throat, he closed the magazine and placed it on her bedside table. “Let’s go to sleep, huh?”

She agreed and turned off the light, snuggling up next to him when she came back to bed. She was just so soft and smelled so good. He wanted nothing more than to just hold her. 

She fell asleep first. She wasn't used to being out as late as he was. He laid there for awhile, holding her. Looking at her. Her hair always reminded him of the color of a sunrise after being out all night. It was a great color on her. 

And the mark her mother left looked better. He could still see the cut against her creamy skin, but it wasn’t bleeding or red anymore. Just a faint little line that would heal without a scar. 

Fuck, those feelings were starting to come back the longer he looked at her. For a moment he thought about how easy it would be to sneak out. He could still meet Maria like he said he would. His jeans were folded in a neat pile, easy to get to. His shoes were right at the foot of the bed. He could dress and be out the window in a few moments. She’d never know he left. 

Until she woke up to a cold, empty bed. No, he couldn’t hurt her like that. She was much more important. Maria would no doubt be upset about being stood up but what could she do? Call him a jackass, a fuck, tell everyone what a terrible person he is? That’s nothing people don’t already say. 

Instead he got comfortable in her bed that definitely wasn’t made for two people. But that was fine. He’d just have to pull her close then. He closed his eyes and tried to relax but those goddamn feelings wouldn’t leave him be.

Jesus fucking christ fine, I love her.

#billy hargrove #soft!billy #billy hargrove smut #billy smut #billy x reader #billy hargrove x reader

[dastardlydandelion]

I wish you would write a fic where Susan got to keep her baby for once.

well. hm. what would this look like in my hands. okay, okay, so in this particular scenario, i actually imagine neil was putting 2 + 2 together and finding out susan's preggo right after the move. like, even before susan does. and she's all kinds of alarmed but neil is?? oddly excited?

he's all like, "isn't this great? we get to have a new baby in this new town. what a perfect way to cement our brand new life, huh?"

and susan doesn't want to be hopeful but with neil's positive reaction, she tentatively feels hope anyway. maybe things rly will be different, right?

continues under the cut bc this got fucking long.

yeah, well, neil's good mood lasts until it's actually born and responsibilities ensue. he never had to deal with billy as a baby rly, bc billy's mom took care of that part and also, like. in this 'verse at least, billy was a low-maintenance baby. didn't cry much. maybe he did at first but like, after being dropped on the head a couple times, he just went quiet and didn't rly bother anybody after that. wouldn't get loud again until elementary age. and max didn't come into neil's life until she was even elementary age, so defo past all the baby stuff.

the new infant tho screams like a mofo. everybody in the house is on edge. sleep is hard to come by for the whole household. the care and keeping responsibilities mostly fall on susan but neil holds it against her every. single. time. he has to change a diaper or hold a bottle, as if it's some major failing on susan's part that he should ever have to do anything like this at all.

max tries to help but she can't even hold the baby tbh. it makes her v uncomfortable, she never gets it right and doesn't know what to do when it squirms!! what if she drops it!? plus she thinks baby smells weird even when it's got a clean diaper, an unappealing mashed food and powder combo with a lingering whiff of wet rubber. and billy. is billy. he has to watch it sometimes, naturally. if it's just him and baby at home, he'll blast his stereo to cover up the crying, as long as he knows its other needs have been tended to. like, yk, the "it'll cry itself to sleep eventually," approach. which works actually. metallica becomes the go-to baby lullaby.

but lo and behold, when it's like, let's say 6 months or smth, baby gets an ear infection. like babies do. won't stop wailing. just. will NOT stop. v much in pain and has no other means of communication. neil and max are home. billy is on a date. susan's stuck in a long line at the grocery store. neil had a shitty day at work and he's already aggravated. pacifier isn't working, lil thing just keeps hollering, so. in a burst of frustration, he starts throttling baby. max is in her own room but hears it the second the noises change and hurries to help, blood ice cold.

she stops neil from killing baby sibling but gets a black eye and a bloody nose for her troubles. this is what susan comes home to. i've written a lot of susan kills neil scenarios but i think this is the first one that comes to mind where in this round, it really is out of anger and not fear. both are present, ofc. but the actual act on her part is one of anger. bc she feels stupid that he ever had her the slightest bit convinced a new baby would make anything better. that neil ever made her feel like he'd be better and instead, he chose to be even worse. susan ties him to the bedposts under the guise of a sex thing, convincing neil she wants to treat him to smth special bc he's been oh so stressed out lately. bashes his brains in with a hammer at least 20 times, a la sally challen style.

alas, reality commences and susan goes to prison. ig a long time ago there was this made for tv movie abt this lady killing her abusive husband by setting the bed aflame that gave the public the misconception that women who kill their abusers are typically acquitted, but uh, that's not true. yeah, it was true for the lady whom the movie was based off of, but usually they're convicted and serve unduly harsh sentences for their "crimes." but if i get on that soap box, we gonna be here the whole fucking day, so, moving on now. susan's off to the big house. albeit both baby and max's injuries are documented and considered mitigating circumstances so her charges are reduced from first degree murder to voluntary manslaughter with the potential for early release.

billy's close to 19 so he's an adult, if only technically speaking. has custody of baby and max. i've decided baby in this 'verse is amab but will eventually come out as trans when she's abt ten yrs old. billy tries his best. max tries her best too. baby's nickname is ducky bc the rubber duck?? by far the favorite toy!! baby p much lives in the bathtub, playing with the rubber duck. billy, who would move them back to cali in a heartbeat if it wasn't so far from susan's prison, defo relates. he's also aquatic by nature.

okay, so the move back to cali does happen. over the months of her kids coming to visit her in prison susan can see how exhausted the teenagers are and she's p much just like, 'u guys gotta go. get outta this rural heckhole u hate, stop bringing urselves n my bby to this dismal place.' and they don't think she's serious but the next time they come to visit, she doesn't meet them, so. yup. serious it is. billy, max, n baby take neil's life insurance money and head off to cali.

this is a modern au, okay, inmates sneaking smartphones into the prison n all that. so susan makes deals and friends and does favors, and gets some help from the ones who are good at bitcoin and scams and counterfeiting and what have you. this enables her to do discreet online "shopping." so she gets ducky all kinds of rubber ducks, at least a handful of times a year. the ducks get more unique and less childish as ducky grows. susan apologizes almost every time she talks to the older kids on the phone for like, five yrs. max isn't rly angry with how things ended with neil tho, more so has that residual anger that susan ever got together with neil in the first place. billy doesn't rly know what to feel tbh, accepts the apologies p numbly bc he's too damn exhausted with being the primary caregiver in over his head to even think abt how he feels at the end of the day.

susan gets released on good behavior around the same time ducky comes out, announcing she's a girl. it's an adjustment for billy and max to get used to bc they never rly suspected, but they're 100% supportive. susan is...oddly excited? not for selfless reasons (tho she is earnestly supportive) but bc it's like. not only does that mean trashing the masculine deadname neil had adamantly declared for ducky, but it means all in all, she got out at the perfect time bc she gets to be introduced to the authentic version of her child along w errbody else. makes her feel less left behind, like she didn't miss out on errything despite being put away for a decade. susan moves in with all of them, obvi, in a small house by the seaside filled to the brim with rubber ducks (billy and max also contributed to ducky's collection on birthdays and holidays, the first duck billy ever got has skulls, and the first max ever got is a frankenstein monster duck). home is cluttered, awkward, and tentative but free of fear and ripe with *genuine* new beginnings.

believe me, anonymoose, i am just as surprised as u are at how fuckin long this got.

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[biillyhargroves]

Billy not wanting Steve to see him without his shirt on because if the scars and Steve shows him how much he loves him, scars and all. Maybe some happy crying :)

leave those scars at home(fic requests temporarily closed)

Steve has not been alone with Billy in months.  

In the hospital, there were always nurses flitting about. They would pop in to check Billy’s vitals, to replace his IV bags; they would usher Steve away when it came time to treat Billy’s wounds. Sometimes, the doctor would come by to assess him, or Billy’s father would be pacing outside the door or shouting at someone over the nurse’s station telephone. 

At home, Max is always in the next room. Steve can hear her moving about the house. She sometimes even comes into the room, often bearing Oxycontin or bottles of water. More than once she has come in with rubbing alcohol and a handful of gauze, and on those occasions Billy told Steve to leave the room. “I’ll be quick,” Max would say. When she left and Steve was allowed back inside, Billy was always quieter. He would adjust his shirt, or move his blankets until he was sure he was covered, until he was sure no single centimeter of scar tissue could be seen. He wouldn’t let Steve touch him near those scars. He angled his body in ways that shielded them. He wears heavy sweatshirts that Steve can’t feel through. He makes sure that they are never alone - that there is always someone else to help him, someone else to urge Steve out of the room when his scars might be exposed. 

It is September now. The day before school starts, Max arrives at the video store. She beelines for the counter, where Steve is carefully arranging boxes of candy. “I need a favor,” she says by way of greeting. Steve startles, drops a box of Twizzlers that knocks over a container of Milk Duds that sends bags of Pop Rocks crashing to the floor.

“Uh,” he stammers. “Okay?”

“I need you to check on Billy,” she says.

“To check on-”

“Neil works, like, crazy hours,” she says. “And my mom’s working now, too. He’s going to be alone when I’m at school. Neil says he’ll be fine, that it’s been long enough, but he still needs help doing, like, everything. I just...I really need you to check on him. Okay?”

“Uh,” Steve says again, and then he says, “Yeah. Yeah, okay. I can do that.”

“There’s a spare key under the mat,” Max says. 

“I know where it is,” Steve says.

And so, on Monday morning, Steve waits until the last yellow school bus rolls past his house. He waits until the shouts of school children preparing for a new year simmer down and vanish into the vast wells of the school buildings. He circles Cherry Lane three times to be sure that there are no cars left in the driveway, save for the sad looking broken down Camaro perched in its cinderblocks. He parks at the curb. He digs the key out from beneath the welcome mat and he lets himself inside.

“Billy?” he calls. There is no answer. Steve steps further into the house. He peers down the hallway. Billy’s bedroom door is open, but the room is dark. The bathroom door is also open and yellow light spills from it into the hall. Steve’s tone becomes more concerned than inquisitive when he repeats, “Billy?” 

Steve can hear someone moving inside the bathroom. He hears the toilet flush. He sees a shadow rise up along the wall, stretched by the morning light that spills in from the high windows. He sees it sway, and then he hears a loud thud and Billy swearing. Steve rushes into the room to find Billy sprawled on the floor. He landed on his tailbone, his back against the bathtub, his weight pulling so hard against the shower curtain that Steve thinks it might rip right off. 

“Jesus Christ,” he sighs. 

“Fuck off,” Billy grumbles.

“What the hell are you doing?” Steve asks.

“I said fuck off,” Billy growls.

“Not a chance,” Steve says. When he steps into the room, Billy curls away. He is wearing basketball shorts and a think white shirt. He curls inward, wincing as he does, and he tries to angle himself away when Steve reaches out a hand. “Come on,” Steve says, already reaching for him, but Billy slaps him away.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks. 

“I’m trying to help you, you asshole,” says Steve.

“I don’t need help,” Billy insists.

“Fine,” Steve says. He holds up his hands. “Get up, then.”

Billy looks at him beneath the fringe of his hair. He huffs loudly. One hand gropes behind him until he finds the lip of he tub. He grabs it and he braces his other hand against the floor. Slowly, painstakingly, he begins to push himself up. He makes it his knees before Steve can’t take it anymore.

“This is pathetic,” Steve says. He grabs Billy’s arm before Billy can protest. He feels Billy’s whole body go rigid in his grasp. He jerks- actually jerks -like he is startled or afraid, and he tries to yank his arm away when Steve says, “Just let me help.”

“Get off of me,” Billy says.

“You wanna say on the fucking floor all day?” 

“Seriously,” Billy says. “Why are you here?” 

“Max didn’t think you should be alone,” Steve says. “I think she’s got a point.”

“I’m fine,” Billy insists. 

“Mhm,” Steve says. He moves to touch Billy’s back. Billy tries to angle himself away and, in the process, loses his balance and falls once again. “What are you doing?” Steve says, exasperated.

“Don’t touch me,” Billy snaps. 

“Billy,” Steve says. His tone softens. He gently lights on a hand on Billy’s shoulder- a safe spot, clear of scars. Billy keeps his head down. He is breathing heavily now, a combination of frustration and exertion putting a strain on his lungs. “Hey,” Steve says quietly. Billy still will not look at him, but he does life his head ever so slightly. “What’s the matter?” Steve asks.

“Just go home,” Billy grumbles. 

“I’m not leaving you here,” Steve says.

“I’m fine,” Billy says.

“Bullshit,” Steve says flatly. “Tell me what’s wrong.” Billy does not. He does not tell him anything. He lowers his head again, his hair falling to obscure his face. When he is quiet for too long, Steve asks, “Is it the scars?”

“Get the fuck out, Harrington,” Billy says. He does not sound angry. Steve doesn’t think he has the energy to portray anger, not in the true Billy Hargrove sense of the word. Instead, he sounds exhausted. 

“Hey,” Steve says. He lowers himself to Billy’s level, crochet down on the floor beside him. Billy tries to move away, but with the tub behind him he finds himself cornered. He settles for rounding his shoulders against Steve. He tries to turn his back, but Steve’s grip on his holds him steadily in place. Steve moves his hand to the back of Billy’s neck. He feels a shiver roll down Billy’s spine. “You think I don’t know?” Steve asks. “You think I don’t know that you’re trying to hide them? You’ve barely let me touch you in months. I know I’m not the brightest guy in town, but I know when something’s up.”

“Just go away,” Billy sighs. He sounds like a child, desperate and tired. 

“At least let me get you back to bed,” Steve says. 

“I got it,” Billy says. He begins to right himself again and, with Steve hovering over him, he makes a second attempt to get to his feet. He makes it, but at the top he stumbles, and he lands against Steve.

“I got you,” Steve murmurs. “I got you.”

“I’m fine,” Billy grumbles. He pushes off of Steve and reaches for the sink, grabbing it to steady himself before opening the medicine cabinet. He roots around until he finds a small white tube - Steve recognizes it as the gel Max brings with her when she treats Billy’s wounds. It made its first appearance after his stitches came out, a new addition to the routine. When Billy unscrews the top, having his hands busied, he has to lean his hips against the sink to keep himself upright. 

“Sit down,” Steve tells him. “Let me do that.”

“Why are you still here?” Billy says. 

“Because I care about you, dickhead,” Steve says. “Sit.” 

“I got this,” Billy says.

Steve says, “Sit.” He takes the little white tube of cepalin from Billy’s hands. “You can sit here I can help you to the bedroom,” Steve offers. He stands behind Billy and meets his eyes in the mirror. Billy sighs heavily.

“You’re annoying as fuck,” Billy says. “You know that?”

“Glad to hear it,” Steve says. “What’ll it be?”

Billy stares at him hard for a good thirty seconds before he pushes off the sink. He rests a hand against the wall to guide himself down the hallway. Steve follows close behind, giving him as much space as feels safe, but staying close enough to catch him should he fall. When they make it to bedroom, Billy falls heavily onto the bed. He still for a moment. Steve stands over him, patient, waiting. When Billy looks up at him, there is something in his eyes that tugs at Steve’s heart- a begging, please don’t make do this -perhaps even shame, I don’t want you to see me. Steve gently tucks Billy’s hair behind his ear. His thumb brushes Billy’s temple. Billy looks him in the eye and all the anger that was there before is gone. 

“You really can go,” Billy says. “I’ve got it from here.”

“I know,” Steve concedes. “I don’t want to.” 

“Seriously, Steve-” Billy starts, but Steve cuts him off with a kiss that startles Billy. When they part, Billy opens his mouth to say something more, but he seems to have forgotten what, exactly, that something was. Steve takes advantage of this. He kisses Billy’s forehead and then he sits beside Billy. 

“I’m going to see eventually,” Steve says, nodding toward Billy’s body- his chest, his stomach, his sides, all the pieces of him carved up by the Mind Flayer. Billy looks down. He frowns, and Steve rests a hand on Billy’s knee and squeezes. “It’s okay,” he says. 

“They’re fucking gross,” Billy warns. 

“I’ll brace myself,” Steve says. “Come on. It’s just me.” 

Billy is still and silent for one minute, and then two, and then he breathes a heavy sigh. He takes the hem of his shirt and, with some difficulty, he peels it off. He tosses it to the floor and he holds his breath. The scars are large and thick, each of them red and angry. The ones from the Mind Flayer are wide, irregular, shaped like stars and spiderwebs. There are surgical scars, too, cleaner and smaller and thinner. Steve does not know where to look, does not know where to start, and Billy keeps his eyes downturned. His skin is red and hot, flushed with embarrassment. When Steve takes too long to respond, he reaches for the tube.

“Just fucking go,” he murmurs, but Steve swipes the tube away. “Steve,” Billy says. Once again, Steve cuts him off with a kiss. He keeps kissing him this time, trailing Billy’s jaw and down his neck. He very gently lights his fingers over the largest scar, the one centered on his chest, and Billy sucks in his breath, “Steve,” he says softly, voice small. 

“Shh,” Steve whispers, and he kisses that tip of that scar. Billy’s skin jumps. He tenses, but he doesn’t pull away, he doesn’t squirm, he doesn’t tell Steve to stop. Steve kisses down the length of Billy’s scar, gentle as can be, careful not to hurt him, and then he lifts his head and kisses Billy’s lips again. They part, and Billy looks at Steve like he’s seeing him for the first time. “It’s okay,” Steve tells him. 

“It’s not-” Billy starts, but Steve shakes his head.

“Stop,” he tells him. “I love you,” he says. “Okay?” 

Billy closes his eyes, and Steve does not know if it is exhaustion or frustration or relief or some combination of the three but a single tear slips down his cheek. Steve brushes it away, and he kisses the spot where it fell. Billy leans toward him, rests his forehead against Steve’s, and Steve gently holds the back of his neck. “I love you,” he repeats. “Do you believe that?”

Billy gives the smallest, slightest nod of his head. He says, “Yeah.” 

“Good,” Steve says softly. “Good.” 

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[biillyhargroves]

I would like to request a fic! :) I would love to read some angsty post season 3 Harringrove. I want to see a fic where Billy is out of the hospital after the Starcourt incident but is dealing with constant severe pain from his injuries. Like the kind where nothing really helps and Steve is just trying his best to be there for him even though he feels helpless.

a permanent reminder(fic requests open)

The clock reads three fourteen. Steve stumbles through the dark hall, swearing under his breath when he trips over the curled corner of the runner on the floor. The bathroom door groans when he opens it and he slaps the wall too hard in his search the light switch. When he finds it, the bulbs burn so bright they hurt his eyes and, again, he swears. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Jesus!” Steve whirls around, heart in his throat, and swears for a third time when he sees Max standing in the doorway, swallowed up by one of Billy’s old t-shirts and rubbing sleep from her eyes. “Don’t do that,” he says, a little louder than intended.

“What’s going on?” Max asks. Her brow furrows; she sees the open medicine cabinet, the little orange bottles all lined up like soldiers on the shelf. She looks to Billy’s bedroom, the door left open and the lights on low. She can just make out Billy’s shadow on the bed, curled into a ball with his head downturned. “Oh,” she says, and she frowns.

“Yeah,” Steve sighs. Their parents are gone, at least for a few days, off to Indianapolis to meet with lawyers they can hardly afford. Susan had tried to convince Neil that one of them should stay, that Billy couldn’t be left alone, and Neil declared him fit enough to look out for himself for a couple of days. He’d offered twisted logic: that the trip was for Billy, to make the people who’d done this to him pay, to help them afford the best care. Max had sworn up and down that she could handle things, that she’d make sure Billy was taking his pills and changing his dressings - she was relentless right up until her mother closed the door and Neil’s old, battered Ford sputtered away from the driveway, because she knew that it would Billy time to be with Steve.

She steps in front of Steve and rises onto her tip-toes. She spins one bottle, then another, her tongue stuck out in concentration as she reads the long, unintelligible words on the black-and-white labels. She pulls a bottle out and hands it to Steve.

“This is what they gave him at the hospital,” she says. “It should knock him out.”

“I don’t want to knock him out,” Steve says.

“I know,” Max shrugs. “But that’s the only thing that works.”

“Does it really work?” Steve asks. “Or does it just shut him up for a while?”

“He’s gotta sleep,” Max says. 

“Yeah,” Steve sighs. “Yeah, I guess. So do you. Get to it.” 

“You’re okay?”

“I’ve got it.”

Steve waits until her bedroom door closes to go back into the hall. Billy, when Steve returns, is in the same place he left him: a ball on the bed, arms around his middle, his head pressed against his pillow and his eyes squeezed tightly shut. His breath comes out ragged through clenched teeth and he startles when Steve touches his shoulder. 

“It’s just me,” Steve whispers. “It’s okay.”

“Don’t-” Billy starts, then hisses as he curls further into himself. When Steve tries to rub his back, tries to comfort him, Billy’s shoulders shudder. “Don’t fucking touch me.” His words are curt, short, strained. Steve’s heart sinks, but he is quick to obey, quick to snap his hand back. He shakes a round, white pill into his palm and holds it out to Billy. Billy does not move, or speak, or even open his eyes.

“Take this,” Steve says. Billy’s eyes open to slits. He looks at Steve’s offering, then closes them again. “Billy,” Steve says. “Come on.” 

“Fuck off,” Billy says. Steve repeats the same mantra that’s been cycling through his head since he first saw Billy: He’s in pain, it’s not his fault. He’s in pain, it’s not his fault. He doesn’t mean it. He’s in pain. It’s not his fault. 

“It’s gonna help,” Steve says. 

“I said fuck off,”  Billy hisses. Steve sighs, and he sets the pill and its bottle on the nightstand. He is careful as he sits down on the bed, trying not to jostle Billy, but even the slightest dip in the mattress as his cursing. On instinct and without thinking, he touches Billy’s arm. “Don’t,” Billy growls, and Steve snaps away as if he’d been burned. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Billy says nothing, and Steve holds his hands between his knees to stop himself from touching him again. It’s not as if this is a surprise: he’d snuck visits to the hospital, and Max had caught him up. Billy is held together by the hundreds of stitches threaded through his skin. His wounds are deep, and he is covered in bruises. He is on antibiotics that make him more nauseous than the pain does. Any little movement sends ripples through him; every touch stings. All Steve wants to do is gather him up, to hold him, to make it better,  but he can’t. “What can I do?” Steve asks for what feels like the thousandth time. 

“Nothing,” Billy says, and it hurts because it feels true. He can force pills into him, he can knock him out and let him sleep through the pain (or let him sink into sleep with the pain still lingering, but let himself believe its not there because he can’t hear Billy crying, because the fear he can’t quite shake is that the pain never really leaves, not even when Billy is asleep). But is that really doing anything? What use is Steve when Billy is in such agony? 

“There’s got to be something,” Steve says.

“Shut up,” Billy says. He’s in pain, it’s not his fault. He’s in pain, it’s not his fault. He doesn’t mean it. He’s in pain. It’s not his fault. Steve looks to the nightstand; to the untouched water, the unswallowed pill, the gauze in its blue paper packaging. There is saline in clear plastic bottles, a sheet of wound care instructions folded up with pink discharge papers, and a piece of notebook paper with a doctor’s phone number on it. The posters on the wall and the scattered cassette cases are the only things that still make the room feel like Billy’s and not just an extension of his hospital room. 

As gently as he can, Steve brushes Billy’s hair from his face. Billy winces, he flinches, but he doesn’t say anything - he doesn’t pull away, he doesn’t curse at Steve. Encouraged, Steve tucks a few stray strands behind Billy’s ear. 

“Where does it hurt?” Steve asks. 

“All over,” Billy says. His eyes are still closed, though not as tightly now. He swallows thickly and he presses his head deeper into the pillow. Steve continues to brush his hair back, and Billy fails to stop him. It’s the only touch he’s been able to tolerate; or maybe he’s just too tired, or in too much pain, to fight Steve. 

“You want the medicine yet?”

“No,” Billy mumbles. “Nauseous.” 

“You don’t want to try? Max said it helps you sleep.”

“No,” Billy says again. In the soft yellow light of his bedroom lamp, his wounds look ghastly. He isn’t able to tolerate a shirt over them yet; he pulled off his gown in the hospital, the fabric pulling too hard at the stitches and feeling too scratchy against all those snaking lines. His skin is angry and red, though not as swollen as it once was. 

“You’re sure I can’t do anything?”

“Steve,” Billy says, voice low but not quite threatening - a warning that falls short. 

“Right,” Steve says. “I’ll shut up.”

And he does, and Billy is quiet, too. The click ticks the minutes away; three thirty-two, three thirty-three, three thirty-four. Steve knows that Billy is not sleeping because his breath is too sharp, his muscles too taut, but he is more relaxed than before. 

It is three forty-nine when Billy says something, but his voice is so low and muffled by his pillow that Steve doesn’t think he’s heard him. It sounds like a whine or a whimper, like a small cry of pain, and it puts Steve on high alert. 

“Hey,” he says, and his hands hover over Billy’s shoulders, just barely touching him, steering clear, afraid to hurt him. “Hey, are you okay?”

“M’sorry,” Billy mumbles. 

“What?”

“M’sorry,” Billy repeats, though the angry growl beneath it wrings out any sincerity that might have fueled his words. He’s in pain. He’s in pain. He’s in pain. Steve sighs. He stops himself from lighting a hand on Billy’s shoulder and instead softly touches Billy’s hair. 

“It’s okay,” Steve whispers. “It’s not your fault.”

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