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Just imagine Steve rocking up to the Hawkins Community Pool on those first days of summer break, and he just so happens to see Billy looking like this, all bleary eyed and stumbly and squinting in the sunlight.
And- because he's neither blind nor an idiot- Steve notices that something is wrong with him. Very wrong. So he stands there, right by Billy's chair, with his hands on his hips and an incredulous look on his face and he tuts and shakes his head and he says, "Rough night, huh, Hargrove? Cause you look like shit. What's up, you hungover or something?"
And when Billy looks at him, eyes not even fully open, and lets out a confused, pained little mumble about how he doesn't know what's happening, Steve gets even more exasperated and snaps, "Jesus Christ, you're a mess. What the hell were you thinking, man? You can't do your fucking job like this. You're a lifeguard, there are kids here! Dumb little kids who need real, actual, proper supervision, not some guy who's gonna be falling asleep or running off to puke every five minutes."
And he's still mid-rant when Billy whimpers in pain, sounding so utterly pathetic that Steve can't help but feel a little sorry for him. And even though he's still pissed off, Steve softens his voice and says, "C'mon, dude, come on down and get Heather or Alex or whoever to cover you. I'll drive you home."
And Steve doesn't even give Billy time to protest- not that he's even trying to, which really should be red flag number one- before he's summoning up his full Country Club Brat attitude and snapping his fingers until another lifeguard does appear to take Billy's place, and then it's just a matter of bundling Billy into the passenger seat of the BMW, encouraging him to take small sips from a can of ice cold Coke and hoping he doesn't puke until Steve's managed to shove him out to sleep it off on the driveway of Cherry Lane.
Or at least, that's all it should be.
And Steve's dealt with enough hungover guys that he's not really surprised when Billy pitches forward, grabbing at his head with a sudden gasp of pain, twisting his hair between his hands like he's trying to tug it out. Hell, if anything, Steve's a lot less worried about Billy than he is about the upcoming fate of his freshly-valeted interior. So he glances over, about to ask if Billy wants him to pull over. And that's when he sees it.
The blackness crawling its way up Billy's arm. The veins, dark and pulsing, spreading across his skin. The way Billy's holding himself so tightly that he's vibrating with it, lips curling into a snarl and his nails drawing blood where his hands are clamped down on his thighs.
It's not good. Definitely not good.
And then Billy turns to look at him, the blue of his eyes almost lost to that same, spreading blackness. And his voice is just a whisper. Rasping. Choked and utterly, utterly desperate.
"Get out. Oh god, please, Harrington, run. Please. Just run."
And that's when Steve really starts to panic.
#harringrove#...ish#flayed billy#just an idea I was playing around with a while back#and yeah somehow steve saves him#probably shoves him into his ensuite shower and whacks the hot water right up#i dunno#cherrywrites
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If flayed, why hot?
#billy hargrove#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#dacre montgomery#joe quinn#joe keery#season 3#flayed billy#flayed#mullet bf#billy supremacy#billy hargrove fandom#billy hargrove deserved better#stranger things 3#hargrove
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i wanna talk about how sad the deaths of people like billy and heather are.
they were literally just teenagers. they had no idea about the risks and dangers facing hawkins all the time. they had no idea they would be dying.
did they know? when they were possessed, did they know in the back of their minds that they would be dying at the end of this? did billy ever truly think he would be able to get out of it safely? or was he forced to come to terms with his own demise, and decided to use his death to save everyone else instead of succumbing to the hive mind?
it’s just sad. young death is sad. these were kids, stuck in their own minds, watching their own hands murder hundreds of people, and unable to do anything about it. it’s not fair. they had no idea what was happening, or what the mind flayer even was. they were violated, stripped of their own autonomy, and forced to do horrible things. it’s just not fair.
the worst part of it all is that billy is still painted as a villain. heather is barely remembered. the party of all people should understand the horrors these high schoolers went through, but they just shrug it off.
#stranger things#billy hargrove#heather holloway#billy hargrove angst#billy hargrove deserved better#mind flayer#stranger things 3#st3#steve harrington#flayed billy#it just makes me sad idk#when i was 17/18 I was still just a goofy kid
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You can view the full version on ✨ao3✨along with an extra scene!
#spicy#harringroveweek#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#harringrove fanart#flayed billy#mind flayer x steve#went with the monster sex prompt c:
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To paint the picture I made in my head at 3 am that inspired this: Billy manages to survive the mindflayer and everyone believes the upside down is done for (like always) BUT it obviously isn't. Vecna lays quiet for 18 years cooking up a new plan and comes back full force in 2003 in need of a vessel to finish what Billy couldn't, and what better host than Billy's own daughter, the flesh and blood of the original host.
#billy hargrove#stranger things#future billy hargrove#future au#billy hargrove au#fanart#valtoon#video edit#flayed billy#dad billy hargrove
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Until He's Bored
TW: NON-CON, NON-CON, NON-CON *** Flayed Billy, dark!Billy, Lifeguard Billy
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Summertime meant the local public pool was quite literally swimming with townsfolk. Normally, you'd be right along with them. Tanning and reading in a lounge chair next to the pool, but this Summer, you're looking to make a little extra money, so you apply to be a lifeguard.
"Can you swim?" The rude woman conducting the interview pops her bubblegum.
"Uh... Yeah? Why else would I-" your tone was as kind as you could keep it, you didn't want to be rude back, it was just a silly question.
"You're hired, you start tomorrow. at 4 PM." She tosses you a lanyard with a whistle at the end. "Get a red bathing suit. One piece." The woman walks away, ignoring the fact that you are wearing a red one-piece with shorts over it.
"Thanks!" You call to the woman, but she's long gone. You roll your eyes before heading back to your car. As you walk past the busy water, you feel someone's eyes burning into the back of your head. You turn around and spot a man in the life guard's chair. He's staring at you intently, bringing his whistle to his lips slowly. His half-lidded eyes travel up and down your body as you furrow your brow and walk a little faster.
"Fucking weirdo," you huff to yourself as you pull your seatbelt over your shoulder. You toss and turn in your bed for hours, excited about a new Summer Job. You become less excited when you remember the guy that was blatantly checking you out at the pool. Hopefully, he won't be the one training me, you think to yourself.
You arrive at 3:45 PM, eager to make a good first impression. It's a Monday, so there are drastically fewer people and lifeguards here.
"You're early," A voice echoes down the lockers where you're stuffing your belongings away for the day. You turn and see the man from yesterday walking toward you. You roll your eyes to which he raises his eyebrows. "Not too excited for your first day?"
"No, of course I am. Sorry." You force a smile, trying to dismiss his gawking as regular men behaviour.
"Billy," he smirks, sticking his hand out to shake yours. You take his hand firmly and give him your name in return. He starts guiding you around the area, explaining where everything is. You take in his information, thankful he's so knowledgeable. Over the next few hours, you start to enjoy his company. Maybe he's not that weird, he's certainly not ugly.
"What made you wanna be a lifeguard?" Billy asks, fighting with his whistle. You're both sitting at a small picnic table by the pool, the only swimmers that came today we're a mother and daughter and they're leaving as the two of you chat.
"I know how to swim and I need money," you quip. Billy laughs with his white, perfect teeth on display. The sun casts a gleam against his tan, sweaty chest. After a few more hours of chatting and routine pool cleaning, he leads you to show you how to lock up.
"Alright, now follow me," he says. His voice is different now. Deeper, more urgent. You notice, but chock it up to him being tired after such a slow day. He's walking fast and you lose him behind a corner.
"Billy?" You cup your hand around your mouth to amplify your voice as you call for him. No answer. You wander for almost an hour, wondering where he went. "Do I just... Leave? I don't-" you're cut off when he reappears behind you. "Holy shit, you scared me, man," you clutch your chest and laugh, your pulse races from the fear.
"Y/N," Billy stalks closer to you, slowly. You take a step back when you notice he's dripping sweat, almost causing a puddle in the floor beneath him.
"Billy, are you okay?" Your eyes are wide and you're shaking as you step back, but he only draws closer. In the blink of an eye, he has both of your arms pinned to your sides with just his hands. You can't budge even a centimeter, his strength was like something out of a superhero movie. At this distance, you could finally see the small, black veins rising in his skin. His face was dark and his eyes were hollow and looked like he was in pain.
A loud shriek escapes your lips, he looks like a monster. He picks you up like you're nothing and carries you to a nearby office. He throws you on the concrete ground roughly, knocking the wind from your lungs. Towering over you, he seethes through his teeth.
With a quick dragging of his arms across the office desk, he clears the top and grabs you by the front of your bathing suit, hoisting you up onto the desk, ripping it in the process. You scream and kick at him, but he's like a stone statue. He grabs the sides of your arms again and slams you down, hard. You struggle against him, blushing with embarrassment as he stares at your exposed breasts through the tears in your suit.
"Hold very still," he whispers. "It'll be over soon." He positions himself between your legs as they hang off the desk. A swift hand travels to his waistline, tugging his swimming shorts down and exposing his twitching erection that wasn't spared by the terrifying black veins.
"Stop! Please don't! Billy, please!" You twist and scream, but he effortlessly overpowers you. The sound of your pleas only makes him harder, his eyes threatening to roll back as he listens to your crying.
"Hold still or this is gonna hurt," another whisper flows from his lips before he reaches between your legs and pulls your bathing suit to the side. You sob loudly, begging him to release you, promising you won't tell anyone if he'll just let you go right now.
"Billy," you blurt between his rough, painful thrusts. "Please, it hurts. It fucking hu-" he cuts you off with a hard, burning slap to the face. You scream in pain, unable to stop your body from becoming wetter at the sensation.
"You must like getting slapped around." Billy's voice is cold and comes out in sharp huffs as he bucks into you. "You're begging me to stop, but you're so fucking wet."
"Please, it hurts," you whine, tears falling down your cheeks steadily. He laughs as he picks up his pace, the sharp breaths he inhales indicating he's nearing his climax. You squeeze your eyes shut, desperate for it all to be over.
"I'm sorry," he whispers against you, his voice sounding like his normal self. You open your eyes and see the veins are retreating. You feel a sense of relief as his skin returns to normal, but he doesn't stop fucking you.
"B-Billy, Billy stop," you beg, once again working up the strength to squirm under him. He's still much stronger than you, but not like before.
"I'm almost done," he huffs. You burst into tears again, begging and crying for mercy.
"I can't take it! Please!" Your back arches against your will and your legs start to shake sporadically. You finally orgasm, soaking his dick in your arousal as he continues to pump inside you.
"You're gonna take it." Billy thrusts as fast as he can before finally slamming in one last time. You feel his cock twitch and flex inside you as he finishes. He nearly collapses, falling on top of you on the desk. You're both covered in sweat, the only sound is the off-beat pattern of both of you breathing heavily.
After a few moments, your chest begins to heave with uncontrollable sobs. Billy raises himself on his hands, hovering over you. He scans your ripped bathing suit that now exposes your breasts. His eyes finally meet your crying face. He seems dissociated or confused. He climbs off of you and runs a hand through his hair.
"B-Billy..." You attempt to sit up, but you're too weak.
"I-I-" he starts. "I don't know what happened. I don't-" he sounds shocked.
"Please help me," you sob. He only laughs in return. He walks to the door to the office and locks it. "Billy?"
"I was gonna draw this out over a few weeks. Maybe follow you home a few times. For some reason, I just couldn't stop it." Billy makes his way back over to you. Your last drop of adrenaline kicks in and you try to get up and run away, but he quickly grabs your arm and yanks you back to the desk.
This time, he bends you over at the waist, pressing your head firmly against the wooden desk.
"Billy, stop! Please stop! Please, I can't take anymore, I won't tell anyone!" Your begs make his eyes roll back as he takes in a deep breath through his nose. You kick at him, desperate to spare yourself the inevitable pain and possible damage if he fucks you again.
"Keep begging, I love the way you whine." He gently rubs your clit before lining up at your pussy. You're dripping his cum and your arousal down your legs as he uses the head of his dick to play with your hole. "You're so wet, don't pretend you don't want it." He chuckles, knowing his cum is pouring out of you.
"Please... Please..." Your voice is weak and quiet now, you're finally giving up. He releases a long, satisfied sigh before slipping his cock past your folds. You sob quietly as he goes to town on you like he didn't just fill you with cum only moments before. Small, loud whimpers escape your lips as he smacks your ass repeatedly.
His moans sound like growls, like an animal tearing apart its prey. He's rough and merciless, fucking into you like a sex toy. You try one more time to fight, to get away, but he quickly and easily holds your arms behind your back, pinned with just one of his hands. The pit in your stomach builds up again and you know you're nearing another unwanted climax.
You sob out a moan and find your vision going blurry. Your eyelids flutter while your eyes roll back in your head. Billy laughs at you, watching himself fuck you out of consciousness. You finally pass out and he finishes inside you a second time.
"Fuck!" He yells as his dick flexes inside your tight walls. He slips out of you and stares at your unconscious, fucked out body. Your legs are shaking and your breath is still shallow sobs of pain and violation. Billy smiles, proud of his work. He takes a seat in the office chair, waiting for you to wake up.
About an hour passes and you finally open your eyes. You're facing the door. Relief washes over your body as you realize you survived the horror that just occurred in this room. You begin to raise yourself off your chest, your weak arms wobble under your weight.
Suddenly, you realize the door is still locked. Meaning... You turn your head the other way and see Billy smiling at you with his silver whistle pinned between his white teeth. He stands and makes his way toward you, hand on the bulge in his shorts.
"No!" You scream, but it's no use. He's just going to keep taking you until he's bored.
And he doesn't really ever get bored.
#tw: noncon#non con#billy hargrove non con#billy x reader#billy hargrove imagine#billy hargrove#billy hargrove smut#billy stranger things#dark!billy hargrove#dark!fanfiction#dark!fic#flayed billy#flayed billy hargrove#flayed billy smut#flayed billy hargrove smut
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Eddie still doesn't understand how Billy came back, he just knows Billy came back.... different.
Not wrong, exactly- not according to Eddie, anyway. He thinks Billy is even more bad ass this way, and Billy actually seems happy about it. He's stronger, faster, and now, he's not afraid of the Upside Down.
Oddly, he's also just as cuddly when he 'hulks out,' if not more so- he's bigger and has fur, and he makes this really, really soothing rumbling sound just for Eddie that makes him melt down to his marrow.
Billy knows Eddie is different- he's known this since they became friends. Eddie does things with his hands, he paces in small tight circles that's more like spinning than pacing. He sometimes rocks back and forth while listening to music, and when he plays his guitar, it's very hard to bring him back to his senses, because he's so in the zone, so happy and blissed out when he does.
When he lived in California, Billy heard a term that fit- autistic. He doesn't know the specifics, but he knew exactly one other boy who was diagnosed with it, and while he had many different behaviors than Eddie, he sees enough similarities that he suspects Eddie's the same way.
The main similarity is when Eddie has a bad day, and he shuts down. He won't look at anyone, won't speak, won't leave his room because he won't put clothes on, and he simply sprawls in bed under all his blankets and pillows, curled up in a ball while listening to Metallica as loud as he can manage it, fingers playing along in the air with the guitar.
Billy figures between the weight and warmth of the pillows and blankets, the percussion of the music, and the tight ball Eddie curls himself into, that he has just what Eddie needs to feel better.
He lets his inner monster take over, and he peels the layers of cloth off Eddie, then flops on top of him. He presses Eddie into the mattress with his warm, heavy weight, curls around around him, and begins making the clicking, rumbling sound that Eddie has mentioned he likes.
Eddie calms down in mere moments, and he rides out his meltdown far easier, safer, and more comfortably than he's ever managed on his own- and for the first time since "coming back," Billy doesn't feel like a monster.
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billy Hargrove moodboard vibes :3
#billy hargrove#billy hargrove is traumatized and so am i#billy hargrove moodboard#billy hargrove my beloved#source: my brain#billy billy billy#billy hargrove aesthetic#aesthetic#stranger things aesthetic#mood board#moodboard#lifeguard billy#flayed billy
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In honour of Stranger Things day, I thought I'd doodle around a bit.
First thing that came to me was flayed Billy. Dacre Montgomery got this really awfully sad look to him in that season. Broke my heart, even though I had no good thoughts for Billy before. WHY ARE YOU MEAN TO MY CHILDREN AND MY HUSBAND (steve)
Anyway.
#dacre montgomery#stranger things#stranger things season 3#flayed billy#flayed billy hargrove#billy hargrove#stranger things art
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Yay ! Look who arrived today to keep the Pretty boy company ^^
I'm so happy to have them now, I even add details like the freakles and moles (+ mustache and Billy's shoes stripes ) :D
#harringrove#steve harrington#billy hargrove#steve harrington x billy hargrove#billy x steve#flayed billy#stranger things#stranger things season 2#stranger things season 3#stranger things season 4#peanut booi
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You'll never be alone again… In the other side.
-Happy Birthday William-
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This post by @thatgirlwithasquid made me think, if Billy is in pain when the Mind Flayer is in pain... does it go both ways? If Billy is in pain, does the MF feel it?
The scene where Billy’s drinking bleach, I personally think he was trying to kill the thing inside him.
Freedom at any cost, even his own life.
It makes no sense otherwise, for the MF to force him to drink it. Why kill the host when you’re still occupying their body? That just defeats the whole purpose of possessing Billy.
Also:
The creature likes it cold.
via @local-redhead-bookworm: I wonder if a small part of him was like “oh this bastard doesn’t like the heat? Even more reason for me to go to work.”
#some thoughts#billy hargrove#the mind flayer#flayed billy#just saying#the mf never forced will to drink bleach#also can't stop thinking about the fact that billy was alone and that made him the ideal target... no one was going to try and save him#but on the other hand... if Vecna wanted to keep an eye on El then#there were closer options#which again goes back to billy being a victim of circumstance#billy put up a hell of a fight considering he didn't see his attacker AND he had no idea what the hell was going on#he didn't come quietly#he never stopped fighting#'you have my body and im going to make you regret every second of it'#he had enough of being taken control of#the idea of billy still finding a way to get a hold of the wheel and taking the MF for a ride of pain#legend behavior tbh
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I was listening to Teacher’s Pet and could not stop thinking about Karen and Billy so… :)
AU where Karen slept with Billy the first night they met and continued to see him for a year until she ended things for the ‘sake of her family’. Billy, once flayed, was granted one wish by his possessor; to see her dead for using him and breaking his heart.
#tw flashing#tw grooming#Karen & Billy#billy hargrove#karen wheeler#tw karen wheeler#anti karen wheeler#flayed billy
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Billy had power. Thats all he cared about when the flayer entered his mind. The creature found his desires, his lust and attraction for Steve, and decided that it shared them.
Steve was too pretty to not be theirs.
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