#maybe Steve walked into Billy's room without knocking?

[eddiesxangel]

Take Me to the Lakes | E.M x Reader ~ 4/6

CW: Oral (f receiving), more angst, classism? 18+ only

wc: 5.2k

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You woke up extra bright and early the following day with a smile. As you opened your eyes, the memories of last night came flooding back to mind. Even though it was only 6:00 a.m., you walked to the showers with an extra pep. 

The steamy memories of last night flooded your mind, and even with the ice-cold water hitting your body, it couldn’t wash away the heat of Eddie’s touch. It was like he was burned into your skin, the way his calloused fingertips glided over you, how he gripped your hair, how he gave you the most earth-shattering orgasm. 

Your body craved him, you missed him, and you wished you could have slept next to him and had him hold you all night long. Everything you had wanted for so long was finally at your fingertips. You just had to reach out and grab it. 

Reality finally hit you when you shivered; you could no longer bear the icy water. The bitter morning air made everything that much colder, and the dilemma of having something that would cover all of the love bites Eddie gave you was coming to the forefront of your mind. 

You knew you would swim today and chose your baby blue one-piece suit. It covered everything on your stomach but was a different story from the chest up. 

The highest cut tops you owned were crewnecks and hoodies; there was no chance you’d wear a hoodie all day when the forecast was 30°C + weather. So you opted for your forest green Camp Murdock crewneck tee. It didn’t cover half of the love bites Eddie had made, but it was the best you could do without dying from heat stroke. You paired the shirt with some high-waisted light wash cut-off jean shorts. They made your ass look fantastic, and you wanted Eddie to be drooling over you. 

You slowly forgot about your salacious affairs from the previous night as you focused on picking up Eddie a coffee, like every morning. You knocked on the door thrice before entering.

“I hope everyone is decent,” you giggled, entering the cabin.

To your surprise, it was empty, so you walked back to the mess hall with the two cups of coffee in hand and joined the other girls at your usual table, and you took a seat beside Nancy.

“Have you seen the guys yet?” You asked. 

“Missing lover boy already?” Cassie teased. 

“Maybe.” you smile. 

“Here they come,” Robin pointed to them as they came from across the room.

You see Eddie's fist, and Steve, Billy, and Ashton are trailing behind him. They were making their way to the serving counter, and you caught Eddie’s eye and gave a small wave. He smiles and winks at you, and you swear your heart has stopped beating.

You turned back, unable to hide your facial expressions, and the girls started to mock you.

“Oh, Eddie, I love you so much; you’re handsome and funny.” Robin batted her eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. 

Nancy chimed in after, making the most obscene moans unbothered that we were in a room full of people. “Oh, Eddie!! Fuck me harder, you have the biggest coc—” She was cut off by someone clearing their throat. 

Your heads whipped around to see all four guys standing with jaws hanging open, but Eddie stood there with the biggest shit-eating grin.

“Good morning, ladies.” He chuckled and sat down beside you. The rest of them walked over to sit down on the other side.

“Morning,” you and the girls mumbled, a bit embarrassed by their actions. 

Eddie leaned into you and whispered a “Good morning, beautiful” under his breath so no one else heard. A shiver ran up your spine as you felt his warm breath hit your ear. 

“So, uh, the fuck was that all about?” Billy asked, bringing up the elephant in the room. 

“What do you mean?” Cassie innocently asked. 

“You know exactly what he means.” Ashton chimed in. 

“Nancy, you’re the one fucking Ed?” Billy accused. 

“What?! Absolutely not! No offence, Lancelot,” She defended.

“Non-taken,” he laughed, and a discreet hand trailed up your back, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“But you know who is?” Billy questioned. 

“Maybe, but it’s not for us to tell.” Robin’s eyes trailed to you as she spoke, making all the guys, including Eddie, look at you. 

Would Eddie be mad you shared details about last night? 

“I’m hungry. Who’s hungry? Clover? Moose? Oh! Eddie, here is your coffee.” Trying to deflect, you passed over the coffee to him but accidentally tipped it, dumping it all over you. 

The coffee was still scolding hot; your first reaction was to stand and take the burning material off your body, knowing your bathing suit would still keep you modest. 

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” You apologized to Eddie.

 While still looking down at your arms to make sure there was no burn forming it was weirdly silent at the table, so I look up to staring eyes from all the guys. 

“Well, that didn’t take long to figure out.” Steve laughed under his breath. 

“What?” You question him.

“I knew I was right!” Ashton cheered and leaned over the table to give Eddie a high-five. 

“What?” You asked again.

“Bambi,” Nancy whispers to you while circling her chest with her pointer finger. 

Your hands instinctively shoot up to cover yourself as much as possible. 

Eddie takes off his flannel and drapes it over your shoulders, not that it dose anything more, but the gesture is nice. 

“Guess the cat is out of the bag.” Eddie wraps an arm around your shoulder and leans in to kiss you on the temple.

“Fucking finally, guys, it took you long enough.” Steve smiled.

“Jesus, dude, we thought you were marked up pretty bad; you fucking wrecked her.” Ashton laughed.

You buried your head into Eddie’s shoulder, but that only exposed the hickeys more because my hair fell behind your shoulders.

Billy abruptly got up and stormed off from the table without a word. 

“What was that all about?” Robin asked. 

“He’s butt hurt, is all; he’ll get over it.” Ashton shook his head, finally diving into his breakfast. 

You felt a little bad for Billy, but you told him time and time again that it was never going to happen. 

Eddie pulls you closer, hugging you tightly from the side. 

“Sorry, Princess. I couldn’t help myself.” He gives you four little pecks on your cheeks before standing up to get more napkins for the forgotten coffee that spilled on the table.

“Oh, gross. Please don’t tell me you’ll be that couple now.”  Robin rolled her eyes. 

“No, don’t worry, we won’t be like that during work hours; there is no way I’m losing this job.” You laughed, shaking your head. 

-

Due to your different schedules today, you didn’t see Eddie much after breakfast, but you ran into Billy again while swapping activities at the arts and crafts station. 

“So, you and Edward.” He said his name with so much venom in his voice. 

“Yeah, we, uh, it just kind of happened.” You stray your eyes, not wanting to look at him. 

You hated that you were the reason he felt this way. Sure, he’s been an ass, but he was still your friend, the guy from the last summer is still in there somewhere. 

“Well, whatever.” He bumped your shoulder as he passed you.

“Hey!” You yelled at him, but he kept sulking. 

“Coyote!” You grabbed his shoulder so he could turn around. 

“I don’t know what your problem is, but I told you repeatedly that this would never happen." You point between you and him, "I’m sorry, but we will only ever be just friends.”

Billy rolled his eyes and stomped off like a child. 

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Steve approaches you,

“Don’t worry about him; he’ll get over it. He’s only upset because you chose Eddie over him. It’s not like he’s in love with you. He just wanted to get his dick wet.” 

“You sure about that? He seems hurt?” you questioned. 

“Yeah, don’t sweat it, Bambi; watch by this time tomorrow. He will be going after Heather or Veronica.” he laughed. 

“If you say so…” I still was unsure but couldn’t let this Billy thing hang over your head; it wasn’t your fault.

-

To say Eddie is infatuated with you is an understatement.

Who would have thought Hawkins' very own Princess would also be a freak in the sheets for him? Well, it's not totally freaky. Eddie could have pushed it more, but he decided he best not. He didn’t want to scare you off before you ever got started.

He couldn’t stop thinking about last night. Your moans and gasps played on a loop in his memory, the sweet dip in your voice when you screamed for him to fuck you, begging for his cock. He's been wound up all day because of it and needed you.

Eddie didn’t know how he would survive not being able to touch you for the rest of the day until after the bonfire. Time slowed down without you; it felt like forever before Eddie got a chance to sit beside you at the fire.

He had brought his guitar, remembering you said musicians were your type, hoping to score more brownie points. 

Everyone sang the camp songs Eddie played, and then he opened to play some real songs. Eddie was mindlessly strumming when he caught you staring at his hands while biting your lip. He knew he had you right where he wanted. 

You and Eddie didn’t get to talk much after last night’s escapades, but he wanted to stay in that shabby cabin with you all night. He needed to know your favourite TV show, your favourite food, how old you were when you lost your first tooth, your preference for ice cream or popsicles, and your favourite band. Eddie needed to know every detail about you. 

“Hello, earth to Eddie.” You giggled. 

Oh god that laugh could heal a million broken hearts

“Sorry, princess, zoned out a minute there.” Eddie stood up, seeing as though everyone was going to bed for the night.

“Hey, you guys coming to the mess hall after we put the campers to bed? We are playing cards.” Steve asks. 

You and Eddie looked at one another, and you both knew you wanted to be alone with one another. 

“Nah, man, we will call it an early night,” Eddie winked. 

“Gross,” Robin said under her breath. 

“Oh come on, don’t be like that, Bird,” You pouted, and all Eddie wanted to kiss it right off your face. 

“You better be back by curfew, I am not covering for you again.” Steve pointed at Eddie. 

“Okay, man, jeez, what are you, my uncle? What next? You’re going to give me the safe sex talk?” Eddie laughs.

“Could you be any louder?” You gently smack his chest. 

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” He takes you by the waist and shoves your bodies together.

“Eddie, not here! I don’t want to get in trouble.” You giggled, but he couldn’t help himself. 

After last night's encounters, Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you any longer. He crouched lower to pick you up, threw you over his shoulder, and ran to Cabin 7. 

You squealed as Eddie dropped you face up on the bed. Then you giggled when he pinned your arms over your head and onto the bed. Eddie finally got to kiss you for the first time since last night. Your lips were warm and soft and tasted like marshmallow, chocolate, and strawberry chapstick.

You moaned into his mouth and couldn’t help but grind your hips on Eddie's firm crotch.

“I don’t know how much time we will have, princess. I can’t have any of the others seeing you like this.” Eddie spoke into your neck, gently kissing over the marks that he had left the previous night. 

"Oh, we're a little jealous, are we?" You giggled again, but Eddie was not joking. "I would rip any guy's head off who walked in here." His tone was stern, and he heard your breath hitch. 

Eddie hoped he didn’t scare you, but that thought faded when you grabbed the back of his head to pull him into another delicious kiss. You got bold and slipped your tongue into his mouth, and you tried your best to fight for dominance; he let you win for a little while, but you both knew you would submit. 

You waited no time to take off your sweatshirt and bra, and Eddie’s hands were on you the second your skin was exposed to him. He slid his hands down your torso and across the soft, pillowy skin of your tummy until he hit the waistband of your jeans. 

“These have got to go,” He says as he unbuttoned them. 

You watched as Eddie got off the bed and knelt on the floor before tugging off your pants. You gave a little yelp when he then grabbed both of your ankles and pulled you towards him until your legs were dangling off the edge. 

“Open your legs for me, baby. Don’t get shy on me now.” He spoke as he pressed his hands to your inner thighs. 

How was someone’s skin so soft all the time? Eddie squished his fingers into your soft inner thighs. 

You couldn’t help but want to hide, raising your hands to cover your face, but Eddie wasn’t having it. 

“Don’t do that.” he crawled back up your body to move your hands. “I need to see you, pretty girl; I’ve been waiting for this all day.” 

You can’t help but whine at his words. Never had you been with a guy who liked to talk this much during sex. 

“Don’t be a brat; you don’t want me to show you what brats get when they’re punished,” Eddie whispers in your ear before slinking down your embody once again, ready to devour you.

A visible shiver runs through your body, and Eddie can see the tiny bumps lining your skin. 

“What if I want to find out?” You bite your lip, and Eddie’s head shoots back up with lust in his eyes.

“Oh, baby, I wouldn’t ask about what you’re not ready for?” He threatened. 

Eddie didn’t give you any time to respond, he couldn’t wait any longer, the smell of your arousal was controlling his needs. 

He started by making out with your lower lips before he slowly broke through your slit, and your breath hitched when he circled his tongue on your clit. 

Your gasps and moans were music to Eddie’s ears. 

Eddie continued making you sing for him as he buried his face into your pussy. He loved your taste; it was like he was addicted and he needed all of you. 

You moan as Eddie works his tongue from your clit down to your hole. As he sticks his tongue inside you, you can’t help but grind your hips into his face.

“Eddie, please, it’s so good, please.” 

You feel Eddie pin down your hips to keep you from moving. His hold was firm. It didn’t take much effort on his end to keep you still; your difference in size was to his advantage. 

Eddie continued and worked his way back up to your clit; he could see you were close; he watched and listened to your heavy breathing and moans that were getting louder and louder.

“Come on, pretty girl, cum for me. I know you can do it” Eddie clamped back down on your clit only a few more seconds he will have you coming all over his face. 

“Eddie! ohmy—!” you scream.

“Hey there, you guys ar—OHMYGOD.” Ashton screams and covers his eyes.

-

Eddie has you right in your sweet spot; the pressure is building and building, you’re so close just a few more seconds and  

“Eddie ohmy—“ you thoughts are cut off because you’re cumming!  You’re cumming so hard, you’re unaware of the other person who entered the room. Once you no longer feel Eddie’s touch, you hear another voice that is not Eddie. 

“—MYGOD”

“Get out!” You hear Eddie scream as you come down from your orgasmic bliss. 

As you’re still trying to catch your breath you see Eddie marching towards the door. 

Oh god, someone came in; one of the guys saw you! You quickly scramble to hide your naked body under the sleeping bag. 

Eddie is already out the door, but you can still hear everything since he didn’t close it. 

“I didn’t see anything, man, I promise! Dude, I’m sorry, no one told me you were in there!” Ashton was pleading with Eddie. 

“You sure you saw nothing, man?” Eddie’s voice was gruff. 

“Yes! I swear, dude!” 

“Give me half an hour…” Eddie walked back into the cabin and slammed the door shut.

“Fucking hell, that’s why they laughed when they told me to go get the bug spray” you hear Ashton talking to no one in particular. 

You giggled, but Eddie’s face was stone cold, even if it glistened with your juices. 

“Oh, come on, Eds, it was an accident.” You sat up on your knees, the sleeping bag sliding back down. 

That caught Eddie’s attention; his eyes filled with lust once again as you started to graze your hands across your breasts, kneading them and teasing your nipples. 

Eddied stalked your way. He ducked under the top bunk. 

“What did I say I’d do if any man saw you the way I see you?” he growled in your ear. 

You didn’t answer him; you didn’t want to play these games. Instead, you kissed him to shut him up, tasting yourself on his lips. You brought your hands to the back of his head, lightly digging your fingertips into his curls, but Eddie pulled away abruptly. 

“What did I—“ WACK “—Oh fuck!” 

Eddie reached for the back of his head, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the fact Eddie hit his head on the top bunk.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” You get out between fits of giggles.

“Yea, I think I'll be okay. That hurt like a motherfucker.” The hit to the head seemed to snap him back to regular Eddie. 

“Want me to kiss it better?” You bat your eyes. 

“I can think of another head that you can kiss better.” He wiggled his eyebrows and carefully crawled into the bed with you, avoiding the top bunk.

You were wrapped up together, and the mood had shifted. It was light and fun, playful and giggly. 

After giving him what you believe to be the best blowjob of his life you got so comfortable cuddling you had fallen asleep. 

Eddie shook you awake, you had only been sleeping about ten minutes. Eddie hated that he had to disturb you, you looked so peaceful, but the guys would be back any minute. You reluctantly got dressed but plopped back down on the bed. 

You rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder just as you heard a tentative knock on the door. 

“It’s safe. You can come in.” You hummed. 

“I’m so sorry ‘bout that, guys. Fuck.” Ashton apologized profusely. 

“It’s okay, Rooster!” You laughed. Eddie gave you a look of warning, but you brushed it off. 

You see Steve and Billy followed in behind him, hysterically laughing. 

“I can’t believe you actually walked in on them, dude,” Billy laughed; you could see tears coming from his eyes. It wasn’t that funny.  

“This your wise idea?” Eddie asked Steve. 

“Nah, man, it was all Coyote, but it’s pretty funny; poor guy had no idea.” Steve laughed. 

“Oh, I see; Billy just wanted to cock block us…” You rolled my eyes. 

“You think this is funny, man? Do you think it’s funny for a girl to be walked in on, exposed and vulnerable? You didn’t stop thinking about how this would make Y/N feel.” You watch, stunned, as Eddie gets up from the bed and walks over to Billy. 

Two things: one, he used your full name, which made your thighs clench in a way you never thought possible, and two, Eddie was getting in Billy’s face to defend your honour. He was possessive and protective, and you couldn’t deny you were getting wet… again. 

“Woah, dude, it was just a joke.” Billy shot his hands up in defence. 

You stand up off the bed to help as Steve pull Eddie back. 

“You need to work on your temper, bro,” Steve whispers to him. 

“Yea, well, I don’t need assholes disrespecting my girl.” He spat. 

Your heart fluttered, and your breath hitched at his words. You hadn’t had time to speak about anything of that nature; you were too busy exploring one another in a different way. But Eddie said you were his.

“Your girl, huh?” Billy scoffs. 

“Your girl?” You asked meekly. 

Eddie's face softened as he turned to face you. His cheeks reddened. 

“Yeah, I mean, if you wanna be?” he asked, reaching for your hands. 

You jump into his arms; he catches you, spins you around, and plants a fat, wet kiss on your lips, ignoring everyone else in the room.

“Ugh, get a room.” “So gross.” “Stop my eyes!” The three of them complained all at once, but you didn’t care. Eddie was finally yours.

As you slid down the front of Eddie’s body as he put you down, you could feel him getting hard again. 

“Walk me back to my cabin?”

“Your wish is my command, Princess.” He bowed with his arm pointed to the door. 

The walk to the cabin was not long, only about fifteen feet between Cabin 7 and Cabin 8. However, it seemed to take Eddie and you ten times longer to get there. Stolen kisses turned into make-out sessions and more groping.

Eddie had you pinned up against the back of the cabin, hands down your pants, whispering dirty words about how he’ll have you begging for mercy while he fills you with his fat cock, until you saw the light of a flashlight. The night watch was on duty; you realized it was past curfew and needed rest. 

“Goodnight, baby girl, sweet dreams,” Eddie left you with a head-spinning kiss. 

-

You felt like you were living in a fairytale; everything was perfect—maybe too perfect. Maybe you were being too cynical; it’s only been two weeks, and you shouldn’t think about when the ball will drop… 

Your past relationship wasn’t the best. Then again, you were in the 10th grade and didn’t know anything about relationships, nor did he. You were never cheated on, but you never felt like he was there for you when you needed him the most. 

It also didn't help that your parents disapproved of him. His family was not up to their standards, which you never understood. You were middle class, and your father worked very hard to support you and your mother.

Both of you had been kids, so it's not like you were getting married. But the pressures you felt from your parents and the lack of support in that relationship made your mind wander. You felt like you were just arm candy and nothing more.

There was no depth betwen you and your ex, and you were scared that would happen with Eddie. You have wanted to be with Eddie for so long, and you should be happy...

_

You decided to call Ashley that evening after dinner. She always knew how to make you feel better. It had been weeks since you had spoken on the phone.

Ash’s mom picked up after the second ring. 

“Well, hi sweetie, how have you been? Miss you around here!” 

“I’m great, Mrs. Thompson, thanks! I would be missing home, but there are more Hawkins here than usual.” You laughed. 

“Oh yeah, Ash told me Eddie was also there this summer, such a sweet young man.” she mused. 

“Yeah, he sure is sweet, alright.” You sighed. 

“Y/N, I’d say you have a crush on that boy!” She giggled. 

You always loved Ashley’s mom; she was like a second mom, but one you felt like you could talk to as a friend. 

“That’s kind of the reason I called...Is Ash around?”

“Yeah, just a second, sweetie… ASHLEY SWEETHEART, PHONE!” she yelled. 

You waited a few seconds and could hear her feet padding the floor to answer the phone. 

“Hey, bitch what’s up?” She laughed. 

“You are not going to believe what is up!” you half screamed excitedly. 

“Spill it, now.” You can picture Ash sitting at your shared kitchen table, ready and focused. 

“Do you want me to spare any details, or can you muster up the courage to take it all?” you giggled. 

“Details, now.” She demanded 

“Your friend is the best dick I’ve ever had!” You half-whispered in case anyone was about to come into the office. 

The line was silent for a few seconds. 

“Ash, you still there? Oh god, don't tell me your mom is still there?” Your apartment wasn't the biggest.

“You son of a bitch, you did it! I knew you could do it!” She cheered so loud you had to take the phone off your ear. “Tell me EVERYTHING!” And so you do...

“Fucking finally! I knew you would be perfect together.” 

“That's the thing, Ash. It’s too perfect. What if he realizes he made a mistake?” You bit your nail.

“No, dude, that’s not Eddie. I know that kid like the back of my hand. Once he is in it, he’s not giving up. He’s very set in his ways once he fixates on something,” she reassures. 

“But have you ever considered that we have never seen him with a girlfriend at school? What if he isn’t the relationship type?” You questioned. 

“Did you fall and hit your head? This is Eddie we are talking about. He is in charge of the Dungeons and Dragons Club. He is the biggest nerd on the planet. And you’re concerned he won’t want to be with you? The pretty angel of a human, hot, popular cheerleader?” 

“Well, yeah…” You sunk back into the chair, 

“You must have bashed your head into the headboard while Eddie rocked your world.” She laughed and you can't help but also laugh.

“I don't know; we are two totally different people! We are in two totally different groups. What if it doesn’t work out? What if we are too different? what about my parents?” 

“You and I are in two different groups. You and I are two totally different people, and we get along just peachy. Who says your parents even have to know?” 

"Well, they have to know eventually"

"Why are you planning on marrying him any time soon?" she snorts.

"...No"

Well, any other concerns you want to tell me about?” She quipped.

“Well… don’t kill me, but I told Eddie about our matching tattoos.” You cringed, hoping she wouldn’t kill you. 

“HA! I wish I were there to see the look on his face! Was it priceless?” She laughed. 

Ash and you started catching up with her and her trips to the city pool, and she said she had been going to the roller rink to see the cute counter girl. 

 “There you are, pretty girl.” You jumped as you turned to see Eddie walking over.  

“Shhhh, Im talking to Ash,” You hushed him. 

Before you could tell her he was there, he grabbed you by the middle, lifted you up and sat you on his lap. Then he took the phone. 

“AshCash! What’s up, man? It's been forever. Do you miss the dungeon master yet? Is Jeff holding up as my stand-in?” 

You can’t help but roll your eyes. This boy was talking a mile a minute. 

You couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation on her end, but you think she said something along the lines of “I’ll rip your dick off if you try anything funny with y/n.” Then Eddie laughed, saying, “Cross my heart and hope to die.” Then he hung up.

“Hey, I didn’t even get to say goodbye!” You pouted. 

“Don’t look at me like that, Princess,” 

You continued to pout and crossed my arms to hike your breasts up. 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Is that a threat or a promise?” 

Eddie let out a groan of frustration. 

“Come on, princess. We have to go meet with the others; they’re complaining we're being too antisocial.” 

— 

The night continued, and you and your friends decided to let loose tonight. One more night was before the month ended, and the Campers turned over. You would miss your campers but couldn’t wait to meet the new ones. 

As you and Eddie walked over to the pit hand in hand, you could see the others around the already roaring campfire. 

“So, what were you two up to?” Robin asked, wiggling her brows. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You walk up behind her, surprising her with a kiss on the cheek. 

“You and Eddie sit on the only free log left, and he wraps an arm around you. 

“You guys are so cute.” Nancy sighs. 

“You are so lucky you live in the same town. That way, you won’t have to break up at the end of the summer.” Steve points out. 

That starts the gears turning in your head. Being at home with Eddie, the thought rarely even crossed your mind. What were you going to do? The only reason you’ve been so yourself with him was that you were here, hours away from home. What were your parents going to think? What was the town going to think? You built up this whole reputation around yourself so people would like you. You needed everyone to like you. What will they all feel when they see you around with Eddie?

They would judge you; you know they would. What will the football team say when one of their cheerleaders is dating the town pariah? 

Your mind was racing a mile a minute, and you lost track of the conversation. 

“Princess” 

You snapped out of your inner thoughts. 

“What?”

“I said I can’t wait to walk around Hawkins with you on my arm,” Eddie affectionately nuzzled his face into your shoulder.

“Oh, uh? Yeah… totally.” You reached for a drink from the cooler. You needed something to calm your nerves.  

“Gunna, show you off to the whole town. Tell everybody that I bagged the prettiest, most thoughtful, most caring, joyful girl in Hawkins. 

“ Can’t wait.” You smile half heatedly when you feel like your heart is sinking. 

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Nest | Part 1

A Steddie A/B/O ficlet

One of the main things that all alphas within the clinic needed to be able to do every single time without fail, was to ignore the scent of an omega in heat. It took an impressive amount of self-control, not to slip into rut, that only happened in porn, but to maintain their cool, to maintain professionalism, to ensure their patients felt safe around the stranger they’d be spending the majority of their time with during their stay, where they’d be at their most vulnerable.

They had to be able to trust the alpha they were assigned to. Trust that they wouldn’t be taken advantage of when they succumbed to their most primal of instincts.

That being said… being hit by a wall of pure earthy, woodsy scents outside the number 69, maybe he paused at the doorway for a second longer than he normally would have.

He shook his head clear, then knocked three times on the door “Mr… uh…” he checked the clipboard “Munson?” wait… Munson? He knew that name… that was a familiar name. “May I come in?” There was no bulldozing into an Omega’s space at Nest. Even if it wasn’t their home, their rooms at the clinic were their space, and would remain their space until their time ended there. Alphas and Betas alike needed permission to enter.

There was a brief shuffling sound behind the door for a moment, before a quiet “yeah c’mon in” reached his ears. Steve rolled his shoulders, took a deep breath, in and then out, then opened the door and oh… oh that…

That was… wow.

That was an Omega experiencing the early stages of heat, or pre-heat, notable by a strong scent permeating the air meant to draw a partner in. It was meant to be enticing, it was meant to cloud the senses, to rile an Alpha up. It wasn’t the first pre-heat scent Steve had experienced, working in an environment like that, he knew it was basically just a hulked up version of the omega’s natural scent, but it was the nicest one he’d ever smelled. Kind of familiar too.

Earthy. Like camping in the forest, dirt, moss, nature at its finest. No amount of aftershave or cologne could cover it and in Steve’s humble opinion, why would anyone want to?

Okay. Professionalism. He was a professional. He’d completed his qualifications, passed all manner of psych evaluations, he was basically the golden boy of Nest’s Alpha staff, he could handle a pre-heat scent, the door closed behind him.

“He—” oof was that his voice? He coughed, clearing his throat, regarding the omega in the room with a warm smile. “Hello, my name is—"

“Holy shit—Harrington?” Steve paused. Munson. Munson. E. Munson. Eddie Munson. Oh fuck. He knew that name, of course he knew that name.

Hawkins wasn’t exactly a large town. Eddie had originally been in the year above him, jumping on tables, louder than life, an off-putting kind of Omega.

Then he’d been in the same year as him, still jumping on tables, louder than life, still making Alpha’s and Beta’s alike cringe at the idea of being anywhere near him, and then he’d been in the year below him still in school after still not graduating.

Apparently he’d finally managed to graduate that third attempt.

No amount of fresh earthy scent could possibly mask the fact that this omega, was a nightmare. There was nothing soft about him, nothing homely or gentle, he was loud, unapologetically so, he was largely expressive, he was nerdy, and theatrical, he liked to be the centre of attention at all times, or at least he seemed that way, and he could be violent if provoked.

Among many other outbursts, the most notable being that he'd slammed Billy Hargrove’s head against a locker hard enough to give the guy a goddamn concussion after he’d witnessed him harassing one of his nerdy little pack.

An Omega wasn’t supposed to stand up to an Alpha. He’d just walked up behind him, grabbed his head, and slammed it against the locker. No warning, no threat, he’d just snapped. Knocked the guy out cold then hurried his pack away.

He was everything an Omega stereotypically wasn’t supposed to be. “Munson.”

“Well, uh… this is a thing that’s happening then I guess.”

Steve bristled a little at the tone, arms folding over his chest, clipboard held against his chest. “You asked for me by name.” This wasn’t how the meet and greet was supposed to go by any means, Steve was supposed to show him around the room, was supposed to walk him through the amenities he had at his disposal, was supposed to explain how things would go, how the camera system worked, but Eddie had never conformed to normal, had he?

“I asked for Steve, I didn’t know you’d be THIS Steve. Gareth didn’t know your last name, dude, it’s not like he had a lot of experience seeing you in Highschool.” Right. Eddie wouldn’t have asked for him had he known. Because why would Eddie have asked for him, why would anyone stuck on highschooler Bullshit Steve ever ask for him to help them, why would anyo— “Whoa dude! Dude, chill out, god, don’t you guys wear patches?” He was holding his nose, wafting the air in front of him as if it’d personally offended him.

Steve had never been made to feel wrong at his job before. Never been made to feel unwanted there before.

“Not around Omegas in the clinic no, because Alpha pheromones when used correctly can make an omega’s heat easier, something which obviously I’m not going to be able to do for you since you’re clearly against it being me helping you. I’ll just— I’ll have someone else assigned to you. Our patients comfort is of the utmost importance.” Surely someone else had to be free, right?

He turned on his heel, missing the wide eyed panicked expression that crossed Eddie’s face by a fraction of a second. He didn’t miss the switch in scent though, the panic. It caused him to pause just long enough for Eddie to blurt out “Wait!!” Steve turned back to face him again, brows raised, expectant. “Listen—I’m… we don’t have bad history, Harrington… me an you, there’s no bad blood there, you were never shit to anyone I knew, or me… my only gripe about you was from shit I heard second-hand an-an I know what that’s like… everyone thinkin they know eeeverything about you cause they’ve heard a few rumours. Gareth… he vouched for you, he’s one of my youngest pups.” Pup. Pup. Steve tilted his head a slight to the left, so that’s how that little pack worked, hm? “He said you took care of him, helped him make Galgrun, right?”

“The dwarf with the big hammer, yeah?”

“Haha, Steve Harrington saying dwarf. Weirdest day of my life. But yeah. Dwarf with a big hammer and a height complex, it’s a funny character” he’d ran it by Eddie the second he’d gotten back home, jumped on the phone and called him about it, went through everything with him to see if he could include it in the next campaign since his previous character had met with a terrible fate. “I’m…” Eddie took a breath, shaky, nervous—Steve read it for what it was, knew what he was going to say before he even said it “I’m scared… last time I—I nearly hurt my uncle, he—he’s just a Beta, but he tried to help and—”

Betas could help in a pinch, they could bring an Omega back to their senses in high stress situations, but they’d only continue to be of ongoing help if the Omega saw them as a mate.

Familial ties could only help so much and for only so long.

“It wasn’t what your Omega needed, was it?” Eddie shook his head “thought of him as an intruder in your nest?” A nod. “Have you ever had an alpha near for your heat?” The clipboard had said no, but… sometimes Omegas didn’t want things recorded in paperwork for their own safety.

“No… I mean, my dad was an alpha, but he was gone before my first heat so—no, an it’s not like they’re linin up…” no, they weren’t. Alphas and Betas alike tended to steer clear of Eddie Munson. Feral not so little thing that he was.

“…Okay. Are you sure you’re comfortable with it being me helping you through this?”

He thought there’d be a pause, hesitance, he thought Eddie would um and ah about it, but no, Eddie was very quick to nod, nod and say “yes! Yes, if you’re half as comforting as Gareth said you were then… yeah. Please?” He’d have to send Gareth some cookies or something, since he’d clearly been saying lovely things.

“Alright, let’s get you through the welcome packet and then we’ll start with the basics, okay?”

“Okay.”

Part 3

#PirateWrites #Steddie #CW: A/B/O #No Upside Down AU #Omegaverse #Omega!Eddie Munson #Alpha!Steve Harrington #NestFiclet

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i'll hold you together

Steve goes out to the bar without you because what if Tommy’s there? And he wouldn’t let Robin and Eddie go alone, but when they get home something’s clearly wrong | (  2k, angst, trauma, mentions of blood, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

I ‘ L L H O L D Y O U T O G E T H E R 🎶 this version of you, ODESZA & julianna barwick

It was dark, the kind of dark where even the stars and moon feel dim in the sky, and you clicked on the light over the stove to grab a glass of water. Did you regret not going with Steve to the bar? Maybe. But Tommy was going to be there and you knew he’d say some shit, make some remark to you, and you didn’t feel like dealing with it so you’d stayed behind. Robin and Eddie promised they’d get him home safe, nothing to worry about, but as you placed your glass in the sink you saw lights pull into the Harrington’s driveway next door.

It was too early to be home. Too early.

Eddie got out first and he looked shaken, movements hurried, Robin following quickly after and shouting something at him. What happened? And then Eddie grabbed Robin by the shoulders and pointed right at your window. Your heart stopped in your chest. Steve.

Robin was at your door within seconds, but you didn’t give her time to knock as you swung it open, your pulse fluttering in your neck as you tried to stay calm. “What, Robin? What is it?”

She grabbed your hand and tried a smile, but it cracked. “He just can’t keep his mouth shut, you know? Especially when it comes to you, and Tommy was being such a dick, and even I wanted to kick his ass, but–”

“Robin! What. Happened?” you took her by the shoulders, just like Eddie had, and she squeezed her eyes shut trying to hard to focus for you.

“Steve’s hurt. Pretty bad.”

By the time you threw your gaze over Robin’s shoulder Eddie had gotten Steve out of the car and was holding him tight around the waist, walking him up the drive, and oh my god. Your poor boy. It was Billy Hargrove all over again and you felt your chest squeezing like it was being crushed in a vice.

“Sweetheart, look at me. He needs you. You can do it. Where’s the bathroom?” Eddie had made it to the front stoop, voice even and low, working hard to ground you so that the panic in your throat didn’t swallow you whole. You’d done this so many times before, but it never got any easier.

“What? Uh, it-it’s down the hallway,” your voice felt far away, like it didn’t belong to you, and you kept your eyes on Eddie knowing if you looked at Steve you were going to fall apart.

All four of you hurried down the hall, but then you heard him groan as Eddie pulled him along and you swore you felt your heart physically crack in half. You froze at the bathroom, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

“Hey. It’s okay, you can do this,” Robin’s hand took yours and squeezed as she flicked the light on, the soft pink of the bathroom tile mocking you with how pleasant it looked in the warm glow against everything that was happening. Gently guiding you in first she moved you both aside to make room for the boys and you screwed your eyes shut. God, you didn’t want to look.

“You have a first aid kid right?”

Slowly you opened your eyes to see Eddie looking up at you expectantly from the floor, still holding Steve around the waist, and you couldn’t help it. You looked at him.

At Steve.

Your Steve.

Sitting on the edge of the tub.

Bright red on the tile.

More red coming from his nose and mouth.

Metallic and red and more red.

“Babe, first aid kit? Where is it?” Robin’s voice shook you.

“Uh, cabinet in the hallway, top shelf,” fell out of your mouth, how were you functioning?

But then Eddie lifted a hand, fingers softly tilting your chin down to look into his eyes and he gave you one of his big, warm smiles, “Its okay. He’s okay. We can do this. Right, sweetheart? There’s been so much worse. I promise, he’s a big boy. Its okay.”

Your hands were shaking, but you felt yourself steel against it and when Robin came back with the first aid kit you knelt down between Steve’s legs.

“Hey,” his voice was soft and scratchy like he’d been yelling and, sweet boy, he tried to smile for you, but it just felt like some big horrible joke. Lip busted open, nose bleeding and you hoped to god not broken, left eye swollen, all deep purples and reds like plums in the summer.

You lifted a hand softly to his cheek and tried to smile back, but there were tears welling up against your lashes. “Hi,” your voice cracked and you took in a sharp breath. Keep it together. You can do this.

“Here, honey,” Robin knelt down next to you, holding out the first aid kit encouragingly as Eddie kept his hold on Steve, “Peroxide, right?”

Sniffing you hastily wiped your arm across your face and nodded, “Yeah. Yes. Peroxide first.” You’d done this so many times before, your muscle memory knew the motions.

After Jonathan.

After Billy.

After Starcourt.

After the demobats.

You gave Robin a small smile, a silent thank you, and took the first of many cotton balls from her. Turning back to Steve you cupped his face again and bit your lip in, throat still tight, “This isn’t going to feel good.”

“S’okay, I’m okay,” and then his hand was on yours, warm and steady and reassuring, and you slowly pressed the cotton ball against his lip.

“Christ,” he hissed, good eye squeezing shut as a small tear trickled down his cheek. His hand squeezed against yours and you held on tight. Sorry, you murmured through your own tears that had started to fall, but you kept going. He needed you to keep going.

You were as soft as you could be, slowly, patiently cleaning him up through the swears that hissed through gritted teeth. Cleaned up the blood from his beautiful split lip, the ones he kissed you with all warm like the sun. The blood from his nose, the one he brushed against yours while you folded into each other on the couch. The blood from his forehead, the one that pressed into yours when you found each other wanting in the dark. And when you were done you breathed a sigh of relief – you could see Steve again.

Eddie helped him up from the edge of the tub and down the hallway to your room while Robin hung back, waiting for you wash up. You watched as the water turned crimson, swirling around in the sink basin before trickling down the drain, carrying with it any proof of the trauma you all had endured. A reminder of all the times before.

“Hey,” Robin softly rubbed your back, “You did great.” And as you dried your hands you wanted to say thank you, wanted to be content with it, but anger gnawed at the pit of your stomach.

“What’d he do,” you asked then, turning to Robin and she let her hand fall from your back. She knew who you meant.

Worrying her lip between her teeth she fumbled over her words, not wanting to tell you, but the look you gave her then pushed her. Pleaded her to tell you and she cracked.

“Of course it was Tommy. It’s always Tommy. And he was running his mouth again to some shitheads he brought to the bar. Telling them about how you were down bad for Steve and how you were a shitty girlfriend and that he was sure if he got your drunk enough he could…” the words died in her throat as she looked up at you, willing you to fill in the gaps, and you did. It wasn’t hard.

Tommy hated Steve as soon as he said he wanted to fix things with Jonathan. As soon as he defended Nancy against his and Carol’s bullying. As soon as he scrubbed the graffiti off the theatre marquee.

As soon as he noticed the way Steve looked at you.

You dropped your gaze to floor and felt your hands ball into fists at your sides and you didn’t realize you were shaking until Robin took your shoulders and pulled you into a hug. “He’s such an asshole and Steve didn’t want to hear it and Eddie was right there to help out and he won, for once he did! And–”

“Its okay, Robin. Thanks,” you cut her off and pulled away, not mad at her, but at everything else and all you wanted was Steve.

“Yeah,” she said softly as you turned to leave, taking the steps down the hallway to your room.

Eddie was just leaving, closing your door behind him, but you caught his hand and kept it open. He gave you a small smile and pushed your hair, wild and haphazard, out of your face. “Told you, you could do it,” he said gently, giving your shoulder a squeeze with his big, warm, silver adorned hand.

It was then you were finally able to take Eddie in properly and noticed a cut on his eyebrow, his knuckles split and ruddy looking. “Eddie…” you said, taking his hand, but he pulled away and shook his head.

“Nah, love. Shh, I’m alright. Robin’ll take care of me, Stevie needs you,” he opened the door just a crack and gave you a soft push, “We’ll just be out in the living room.” Your eyes prickled again with tears and you couldn’t help pulling him into a hug, all cheap weed and pachouli and leather. Your best friend. Your best friends.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him, “Robin too.” But he knew and he gave you a smile before walking back down the hallway, your hand trembling as you pushed the door to your room open.

Soft, warm light from the lamp at your bedside washed everything in gold and for a moment things felt normal. You expected to see Steve sitting up on your bed, waiting for you, hands outstretched and ready to pull you in against him, but instead you found him lying down. Eyes closed. Chest rising and falling with steady breaths. Tired and broken. And you almost couldn’t do it, but one foot moved and then the other across the room like that until you were at his side.

“Mmm, hi,” he murmured when he felt you sit on the edge of the bed. His good eye opened to look at you and the corner of his mouth tugged up into a little smile.

“Hi, baby,” and you couldn’t help smiling back when you saw him in the light. His lip looked so much better and his nose had stopped bleeding, but the bruising had bloomed across his cheek in mottled yellows, lilacs, and deep plumy purples. Your brows knitted together as you brought a hand to his good cheek and you sighed, “Why’d you do it? He’s not worth it.”

He grinned, but immediately grimaced as his skin pulled and huffed a small laugh. “Yeah, he’s not. But you are.”

Your heart ached.

“I won,” he teased, Steve coming back to life under all the cuts and bruises, and you gave him a look.

“I heard,” you shot back, but it didn’t hold any heat as you slowly lowered yourself down at his side.

“What is that now, like 50/50?” he wondered aloud, voice still scratchy and low, his arm slipping under your neck and shoulders to pull you into him. He was so warm, like he held summer in his chest, and you took in the familiar scent of spearmint and cedar and boy.

“Not bad,” you joked, closing your eyes as his hand smoothed over your back.

“Not bad.”

It fell silent for a moment and you wanted to fall asleep with him, to just lie there with him in the warm dark of your room, but you couldn’t.

Eyes fluttering open you drew lazy circles against his chest as you tried to put words together and it was as if he could feel you thinking. “What’s wrong?” his voice startled you a bit and squeezed his arm around you with a small chuckle.

“Its just…I can’t keep you safe. Not even at stupid parties. Its bad enough with you almost getting eaten alive and here’s fucking Tommy Haga–”

Steve’s fingers pressed against your lips and you could feel him laughing against you. “Stop it,” he chided, moving his fingers to brush across your cheek, “You keep me plenty safe. I’m just returning the favor.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow to look down at him, at all the blues and purples and yellows and puckered cuts and swollen eye. He was still pretty. “When I see Tommy again, I’m going to kick his ass.”

Steve fixed you with a weak, lopsided grin, shaking his head against your pillow, “I already feel bad for him.”

Pushing a bit of his hair out of his face you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. And then another to his cheek. And another to the corner of his lips that weren’t hurting. “I love you,” you murmured.

Steve closed his eyes and pulled you down against his chest again, the thud thud thud of his heart grounding you, “I love you too.”

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[medusapelagia]

Harringrove Kinktober Day 29: Breeding Kink [NSFW]

Rating: Explicit  Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove  WT: porn without plot, breeding kink/ begging WC: 1084

Steve is cooking when Billy comes back from work and Billy looks at the pile of dirty plates with worry. It is not unusual for Steve to cook dinner, but this is not dinner, this is clearly stress cooking. 

There is something already cooking in the oven, a big bowl of soup is in the middle of the table and Steve is cutting some cookies from a cookie dough.

“Is everything ok?” Billy asks and Steve startles.

“Billy. I didn’t hear you come in. Sorry. I was…”

“Stress cooking?” he asks, dragging Steve toward a chair.

“Maybe?”

“And there is a reason?” Billy is always very careful when Steve is stressed, he prefers to give him space and wait for him to come to Billy and ask for what he needs, but this time he feels that he has to stop Steve before every surface of the house will be covered in food.

“No… nothing in particular.” Steve replies, trying to get up but his boyfriend gently stops him.

“Steve…”

“It’s… it’s stupid, ok? I… I don’t want to talk about that.”

Billy pinches Steve’s chin “Nothing that you feel or think is stupid, is that clear?” he whispers and Steve lowers his eyes.

“No, really. This thing is like… very stupid.”

“Tell me what it is and I’ll tell you if it’s stupid or not.”

“You are going to laugh at me.”

“I swear I will not.”

“You will. I’m sure you will. Because it’s stupid.”

Now Billy is beginning to feel uneasy and worried.

“Steve, please, tell me.”

The boy sighs, cleaning his hands on the apron he is wearing. The word MAMA is written on it in big bold letters.

“I… I’d like you to knock me up.”

Billy stares at him for a moment then he asks “You know… you know that’s not possible, right?”

Steve tries to get back to the oven but Billy grabs his arm “You know that, right?”

“I know. I know. It’s just…”

“It’s just that it turns you on?” Billy understands, looking at the little tent under the apron.

Steve nods, too ashamed to look him in the eye.

“Well if it’s so… at what time do you think dinner will be ready?”

Steve turns toward the oven “I just put the timer, it’s… fifty minutes more.”

Billy smirks “Plenty of time. Go in our bedroom and wait for me.”

“But the cookies…”

“Later.” Billy states “Now go.”

Steve runs toward their room and Billy for a moment envisions him with a round belly, walking around their home barefoot while complaining about getting too fat, and his dick twitch.

That is not something that he has ever thought about, but now that Steve brought that up all he can think is painting Steve’s inside with his cum and getting him pregnant with his baby.

Their baby.

When he gets into their rooms Steve is already naked on the bed, the lube ready on the nightstand.

Billy kisses him slowly.

“I’m going to fuck you until it takes, you know that right?” Billy whispers in his mouth “My princess wants a baby and I want to give it to her.” 

“Don’t you think… Don’t you think it’s stupid?”

“Millions of people want a baby, princess.”

“But us… me…”

“How many do you want?” he asks, licking the column of Steve’s neck.

“S… six?”

“Six? Well in this case we need to start trying, don’t you think so?”

Steve shivers while Billy’s fingers start to circle his hole and then they open him slowly and steadily,

“What? Are you worried that I'm going to knock you up, baby?” Billy asks him, while he starts to thrust inside “You would be so pretty with my baby in your belly.” Billy continues until he finds himself buried in Steve’s hotness “At the beginning no one will notice, but after a few months you’ll start to show and everyone will know that you are mine and that you are growing my baby.” he starts to move, hitting on Steve’s prostate every time.

Steve squirms, his breathing erratic under Billy’s ministrations.

“Billy…” he begs, not knowing what he is asking for.

“Look at you… so beautiful. Can you imagine how big you’ll become when you're pregnant? I can’t wait to see you all round and sweet, walking barefoot in the kitchen eating pineapple with Tabasco or some other crazy shit.” Billy murmurs and Steve moans under him.

“You are taking me so well. Your body knows that you are made for me. I’m going to fill you with my cum until it takes, until everyone will know that you laid in my bed, taking all my sperm until you got pregnant. Look how your stomach bulges. Can you feel it? Can you feel how full of me you are? Because you are mine, aren’t you, sweet thing?”

“All yours, Billy.” Steve whispers, his eyes half closed and a hand on his stomach, feeling the pressure of Billy’s dick inside him.

“How many kids did you tell me you want?”

“Six?”

“Six? That’s a big number, baby. You are going to pass all your youth with a pregnant belly and I’m going to make it happen, you know that, right? I’ll give you everything you want.”

“Please… please Billy.”

“Please what?”

“I need… I need to come.” Steve moans, turning his face toward the pillow.

“Look at me when you ask me something.” Billy replies in a stern tone and Steve slowly turns and finds Billy’s blue piercing eyes staring at him.

“Can I come? Please?” he begs.

Billy stares at him, not knowing if he should let him come or if he should make him beg a little more, but his boy was so brave asking for what he needed that he doesn’t want to make him beg anymore.

“You can come but I will not stop. I need to fill you don’t I?”

Steve comes with a scream while Billy keeps thrusting inside him until the muscles of his abdomen flex hard and he comes with a grunt inside Steve.

They remain like that, Billy deeply buried inside Steve and Steve still moaning under him.

“I have to make sure it takes, don’t I?” Billy replies when Steve tries to move.

They are both covered in cum and sweat, but Steve hugs Billy tight, sniffing his hair.

“What if it didn’t take?” Steve asks and Billy smiles.

“In that case, we will have to try again, and again, and again.”

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[take-everything-you-can]

1. Eddie convincing you to join the mile high club 2. You and Eddie using your hands to pleasure each other in the back of a movie theater 3. Eddie fucking you in the back of his van during lunch break (school or work, whichever), the rocking of the vehicle and the LOUD moans he's drawing from you making it abundantly clear what's going on. When you two finally finish, get yourselves cleaned up and put back together, and emerge from the van there's a round of applause and cheering from those near enough to see and hear what was going on. Eddie's all kinds of smug, and rightly so. 4. Eddie knocks you up without even trying, and despite him wearing a condom and you being on the pill - and it's twins. Meanwhile, it gets out all over Hawkins that Jason Carver is both impotent and infertile and that 'his' kids are really Billy Hargrove's. Jury is still out on whether Billy and Jason's lady had an affair or used a turkey baster. 5. More Eddie adjacent than Eddie, but... based on this pic of Joel Stoffer (Wayne Munson)... https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMjFlOTY2YTUtMWFhNC00M2Q4LThhZDktMDlkZWZmMTMzNzk2XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMzQ2NDgxMQ@@.V1.jpg -- Wayne is Eddie's actual biological father. Wayne and Eddie's mom had a drunken one-night stand at some point while Al was in jail yet again. Maybe revenge for Al screwing another woman? Anyway, Eddie's mom ends up preggers with Eddie, and she and Wayne both know it's really Wayne's kiddo but for her safety have to pretend it's Al's. 6. During Steve and Nancy's wedding reception, you and Eddie sneak off to fuck in the women's dressing room. Eleven catches you two when she returns to the dressing room to change her heeled shoes for sneakers because her feet are hurting. She hears what sounds to her like someone fighting, and uses her superpowers to rip the doors off the hinges. It doesn't take her long to figure out what's really going on, and she finally understands what Max meant by 'happy screams'.

Thank you for sending so many thots babe #6 I'm not gonna touch on cause anything involving the kiddos in walking in on Eddie or R during smexy time gives me the ick butttttttt. 1-5 I got you babe

1. The second you step into the airport that man is on you ! The second you jokingly ask him about it and see how stuff his posture goes you know what been brewing behind those brown eyes! But the second he steps into the bathroom after you and realized how small his space to move was he hates it instantly and vows that it's only ever happening that once. Yet Everytime you are on a plane together he caves and fits himself back into the tiny bathroom.

2. Thank God the movie theater speakers are loud and ominous as you got him in to see Jennifer's body. But as that lighter flickers over her tounge Eddie starts to shift in his seat as he sees you clench your thighs repeatedly against the popcorn in your lap. So he offers a helping hand one you take without hesitation and offer your own in return meeting his fingers with strokes that are locked in a battle to see who can get who off first.

3. Not the small crowd I'd be so proud yet so incredibly embarrassed if that ever happened to me like yesssss go off queen but no no no ....... You pretty just ask Eddie to take you home and instead he takes you to his house to get your mind off of everyone that was outside the van he lovingly tells you that they won't remember it in a few days time but when he goes down on you you forget instantly.

4. THAT RIGHT THERE 👌 yeah I can see Eddie being a fertile myrtle ... He's just cocky enough boast not knowing that his sperm can withstand gama rays!! I fully believe he is in it for a big family !

Also the Jason story arc is so good I'm fucking dying 😂😂

5. I can't say much here cause I have a baby ficlet similar to this in the works except more fluffy with a different kind of angst for my angieverse but Annie you really pull at my heart strings with this one

6. Stancy is not my endgame but to each his own if Steve ever does settle down with whomever he choses I fully believe eddie is sleeping with a bridesmaid best believe and that's all im saying lol

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #steve harrington #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie anon #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things

[stevewhoreington]

after practice, steve skips the shower and billy takes that as his cue to do the same.

he hangs back while steve walks on, sloping out of the locker room with his gym bag slung over one shoulder. he doesn’t look back to check if billy’s watching because he doesn’t need to. billy’s always watching and they both know it.

he rummages around in his backpack like he’s lost something, but billy’s only trying to kill time; letting the clock tick before he follows steve out. he counts the seconds until he’s passing one hundred and twenty, and a little more than two minutes is enough time. it’s reasonable.

his backpack is thrown over his shoulder and his sneakers pound the locker room floor until they’re squeaking down the main hallway and eventually hitting asphalt.

it’s cold out, bitter air drying the sweat on his skin and making him itch. it’s what he gets for not throwing his shirt back on.

there’s no point now because steve’s already swinging by, bimmer slowing right down to a stop by billy’s side. like a true fucking gentleman, steve stretches over the passenger seat and flings the door open.

billy glances over his shoulder before he climbs inside the car and steve’s already driving before he can shut the door. scoffing for the sake of it, billy mutters, “somebody’s eager,” and maybe steve is, maybe they both are, but that’s not the reason why they need to be hasty.

the drive is silent. the radio stays switched off and neither of them utter a word. there’s nothing to say. billy isn’t sitting in steve’s passenger seat to talk. it’s quiet and it’s still, just like it always is, a strange, hot tension between them, pulling tight and taut. when they reach their usual spot and steve kills the engine, the stillness is cut like thread and they’re both out of the front seat, rushing to climb into the back.

their lips are meeting in a hurry and billy nearly chokes on the laugh that he swallows when steve bumps his head against the top of the car. it’s a hell of a rush, and it always is. nothing ever changes, even now that they have a usual spot, a familiar routine. even now, knowing how the other tastes. it’s all hurried; a frenzied thing, like they’re desperate to remember why they’re here in the first place.

swapping spit is the closest they’ll get to speaking. steve’s tongue curls behind billy’s teeth and, as though it’s the green light they’re waiting on, they both reach out to grab each other by the drawstring of their shorts. hips bumping and hands knocking hands, it’s chaos and it makes the job ten times harder. billy’s the first to get a hand in steve’s shorts, fingers crawling beneath the waistband of his underwear until they’re stroking through hair and, finally, wrapping around the hardness that’s waiting for him. steve is hot in his palm, already slick. a fraction of a second later, and steve’s gripping billy’s cock, squeezing a low groan out of him.

on their knees and with their heads bowed, their wrists do the talking. they’re synchronised, jerking each other at the same speed, and if one quickens the pace, the other catches up without even thinking about it. billy’s dazed, drifting, but when steve breaks the kiss, it wakes him up like the blaring of an alarm clock, yanking him from his dreamworld to show him what’s real.

“come on,” steve whispers, and when he falls down to his back, billy follows, their noses bumping before he can adjust himself.

he’s swaying back in for another kiss, mouth damp and shining, but steve tips his face away and grips onto billy’s shoulders. pushes, until billy gets the hint and he shuffles down the length of steve’s body. it’s cramped on the backseat, which means that billy’s sneakers knock against the windows when he lowers himself onto his stomach between steve’s thighs. steve doesn’t complain. shouldn’t, because billy’s dipping in to kiss steve’s cock over his gym shorts; giving in, and giving steve what he wants.

billy’s the one who should be complaining. he can’t remember the last time steve gave him head. somehow, they always end up just like this, billy’s head between steve’s thighs, stomach flipping with anticipation, mouth filling with drool.

but.

he likes it too much to complain. he loves it, in fact.

especially after practice when he can taste the salt on steve’s skin and smell the deep, warm musk of dried sweat trapped in his pubic hair. it’s gross, but billy’s never claimed to be decent.

he brings steve’s cock out of his shorts and, really, he wants to take his time. he wants to take the sight in with his eyes and he wants to tease with his tongue. wants to inhale steve’s scent and make him squirm.

he can’t. it’s not how they do things, and stuffed together on the backseat of steve’s car, time is a luxury that they can’t afford. billy’s toes are already numb in his sneakers, pins and needles stabbing at him and promising cramp. it’s the last thing on his mind when steve’s cock is throbbing just an inch away from his mouth, hard and flushed and already beading at the tip. just as hungry for it as billy is.

he licks his lips and parts them, ducking in to take steve into his mouth. there are no luxuries allowed here, so billy swallows him down, not quite smooth but definitely practised, and skips any teasing.

as always, it's fast. steve's fingers are soon finding billy's hair, getting lost in his curls and tugging harshly every time he hits the back of billy's throat. it's a thrill - the combination of the rough strikes his throat's taking and the duller, sharper twinge of pain across his scalp. it works together nicely, and billy's soon dipping his hand beneath his own shorts, picking up where steve left off and jerking himself in time to every quick bob of his head.

steve communicates with his hands and the noises from his throat. he guides billy to slow down or speed up, and he warns billy that he's close when he groans low and hard and slow, the noise rumbling from deep inside his chest. his fingers claw at billy's hair desperately, urging him to keep going, keep sucking, and billy wishes that steve would just tell him, sometimes. wishes that he'd just say don't stop or keep going, just like that.

he never does. because they don't talk.

the hot, salty slick on his tongue makes up for it. steve comes and billy never pulls off before he does. it's for him, it's his. it's what he's been working hard to get. the taste of it alone is the push that billy needs to get himself off, palm cupping his own balls as he shoots his mess into his gym shorts. at the same time, billy swallows steve's cum down, every last tangy drop, pathetically grateful for it. when billy draws back and steve slips from his mouth, his lips are wet and sticky, chin shining with spit and jizz.

this next part is never graceful.

billy coughs, throat hoarse and sore. wipes his mouth off on the back of his free hand and brings his other out of his shorts, fingers coated.

they move together to put some necessary space between them. like billy’s mouth isn’t damp from sucking steve’s cock, throat raw and abused, he climbs away as though steve’s a perfect stranger.

cocks tucked away, they climb out of the backseat and into the front. no word is shared between them. it’s a silent dance of a process, every step careful and pre-planned, until the second that steve starts the engine and the rumbling of the bimmer takes the edge off the tension.

billy digs around in his backpack. it’s tucked between his sneakers in the footwell, and when he finds his discarded shirt screwed up in a ball, he wipes his sticky hand off on it. it doesn’t do much, but it means he can snag his crushed packet of cigarettes without smearing cum on them and that feels like some kind of achievement.

the stick sits in his mouth while he rolls down the window. the car is hot and stuffy, but the cold air that filters through is quick to wash out the heat, trailing goosebumps up and down billy’s bare arms. when he lights the cigarette, the snick of his lighter and the hiss of the cherry are almost overbearingly loud in the silence; intrusive.

billy fills the car with the a steady haze of smoke, eyes heavy and body still floating, coming down from his climax. somehow, the journey back to the school’s parking lot is more tense than the journey away from it. the quiet gives billy the perfect opportunity to think about what they’ve just done - what they keep doing - and it never gets any easier.

they’re approaching the school when steve clears his throat and says, “nice work on the court today.”

“don’t,” billy states, voice flat and empty, despite the inward panic. his cigarette is nearly down to the filter, tasting bitter on his tongue, and he tosses the remains out of the window, watching it in the side mirror as they drive away. it grows smaller and smaller and smaller until it’s gone altogether, and that’s when steve turns into the lot and steps on the brakes.

he says nothing. doesn’t repeat his mistake from earlier. doesn’t try to initiate conversation.

good. because that’s not what billy’s here for, and. it’s not what they do. they can’t do it.

billy’s out in a hurry, watching over his shoulder the entire time. nobody’s around. nobody’s watching when he grabs his backpack and slams the door behind him.

steve isn’t watching when he makes it to his car. steve’s already rolling towards the main road, indicator flickering as he pulls out of the parking lot far more sensibly, far less hurried, than he had earlier, but.

billy’s watching because he always does.

he watches steve’s car gain speed until it’s fading in the distance, just an unfinished cigarette dropped in the middle of the road, burning until it’s out of sight.

#harringrove #my writing #was supposed to be gross smut #and then it got angsty

[nogitsunbae]

Push

Hi I was supposed to work on Demon!Steve today but instead wrote 2k of Eddie softly domming Billy in the three boys shared apartment because Billy needed it.  Also daddy kink.  You’re… welcome?

Billy had been pushing him all day.

Like, Eddie knew sometimes he got like this.  Sometimes he just couldn’t help it, he was still dealing with the residual effects of his dad, still flinched sometimes when Steve or Eddie raised their voices a bit too loudly, still had some nights where he just went straight to his room and didn’t come out, even if Steve softly knocked on his door and asked if he wanted the dinner he had made just for him.  Some nights Steve and Eddie would just know, Billy needed some space, needed some time to throw things in his room of their shitty shared apartment and blare music and scream.  Sometimes Billy just needed time to work out his anger and his aggression without pulling them into the mix.

Tonight was not one of those nights.

Most the time, Billy could just retreat to himself and work it out, come out of his room the next morning and crawl into one of their beds, sniffling and burying his head into their chest when they start to stroke their fingers through his hair, sleepily asking him if he needed anything.

Some nights Billy just wanted to be held, and that was fine, too.  Steve would pop in a movie from work and they would both wrap him up, warm and safe, between them, mumble to him how much they loved him, idly trace patterns on his skin and order pizza when one of their stomachs started to growl, fall asleep together in one of their beds.

But, again, tonight was not one of those nights.

Some nights, Billy pushed.  Pushed Eddie, because Steve, sweet Steve, never much had it in him to do what Billy needed these nights, but was always there afterwards to help put the pieces back together.

So, yeah, he had been at Eddie’s throat all day.  Snapping at him, calling him a freak.  Knocking the drink out of Eddie’s hands and laughing when Eddie rolled his eyes and bent down to clean up the mess.  It was a Saturday, a rare day that they all had off, and Eddie had been excited to spend the night with his boys, drinking beer, watching shit horror movies, maybe fooling around after he brought out his stash.  But after Billy shoved him a bit too hard, and the older saw that look in his eye, he knew he would be spending the night a bit differently.

“You gonna keep being a brat or just ask, baby?” Eddie said, standing his full height, using his few inches on the younger to look down at him.  

Blue eyes widened, then narrowed, and a mean smile made it’s way across Billy’s face.

“Ask for what, Munson?”

Eddie sighed, shook his head.  Shot a look over to Steve who was watching intently from the couch, beer in hand.  He gave Steve a wink, and Steve just smiled softly, took a sip from his beer, and turned back to the movie he was watching.  He’ll be there later, in the aftermath.  Right now, Billy needed Eddie, and Steve was glad to give them some time.

Billy was still looking up at him, scowl on his face, hands curled into fists.  Eddie looked down at them, then back up to Billy’s eyes.  

“I need you to go to my room, now, Billy.”

“No.”

“I won’t ask again, baby, let me help you.”

Billy’s eyes softened, just for a second, and Eddie smiled.  You need this, Eddie’s eyes said, let me give it to you.

And Billy huffed, turned on his heel, stomped to Eddie’s room and slammed the door.

“I’ll check in on you guys,” Eddie heard Steve say, “call if you need me, or when you’re done.”

“Of course, Stevie,” Eddie whispered, walking over to him and giving him a sweet kiss.  “Thank you.”

“Go work your magic, or whatever,” Steve laughed out.

When Eddie got to his room, opened his door, he was greeted with Billy rummaging through his things, throwing guitar picks over his shoulder, scoffing at tapes.

“Looking for something in particular?”

Billy turned, faced the taller.  “Nah, just confirming how much of a fucking freak you are, Munson.”

Eddie just hummed, walked forward into his room, closed the door.  Didn’t lock it in case Steve wanted to check in, but made a show of looking like he had locked it.

Billy knew he hadn’t.  Still, it was part of the trick of this.  Showing the blonde who was in charge here.  

This wasn’t their first rodeo.

“If you’re looking for the handcuffs, you know I keep them in the closet.”

Billy laughed, “why the fuck would I be looking for the handcuffs, Munson?”

“Because you’re about to be in them.”

Scoffing, Billy rolled his eyes and walked to Eddie, pushing at his chest.

Eddie just hummed again, grabbed Billy’s wrist.  Squeezed.  Dug his thumb into the pressure point there. Heard the hitch in Billy’s throat.  

“Be a good boy and get on the bed, baby.”

Still, even when Eddie could see the submission in Billy’s blue eyes, knew that he wanted to, Billy fought.

“Get your fucking hands off me.”

“I don’t like repeating myself, Billy,” Eddie said, squeezing harder on Billy’s wrist when the younger tried to pull away, “get on the bed.”

He gave him a little shove towards the bed, and surprisingly, Billy went.  Sat on the bed and looked up at Eddie, a pout on his face.

“Take off your clothes.”

“No.”

Still, he was pushing.  Wanting Eddie to crack.  

Eddie never cracked.

He walked towards Billy, noting the way the blonde’s thighs automatically parted to let him stand between them, and brought a hand to his hair, wrapping his fingers in curls and tugging, just a bit.

“Color?” Eddie asked, and Billy sighed, leaned into the fist in his hair a bit.

“Green, Eds.  Just…need it, okay?”

Eddie nodded, tugged at his hair a bit harder.

“Take off your clothes.”

Billy smiled at him, breathed out a quiet “no,” knew they were back in their little game.  Knew what he was getting himself into when Eddie yanked his hair, pushing him onto his back as he crawled on top of him, his other hand finding the bottom of his shirt and lifting it up.

They struggled for a bit, grunting, but finally, finally, Billy moaned as Eddie bit hard into his shoulder, mumbling at him to stay fucking put while he tore at his clothes.

Eddie sat back on his knees, looking down at the beautiful boy beneath him, naked and squirming, flushed to his chest, cock hard and heavy between his legs.

“Hands up,” he said, voice low, watching as Billy slowly raised his arms over his head, gripped at the headboard, stretched his body out beneath Eddie’s.

Spread his legs wider.

“No touching.  Me or yourself, understand, baby?”

Billy clenched his jaw, nodded.  Eddie reached down and pinched at his stomach.

“Understand?”

Billy gasped, arched into the touch, and nodded again.  Eddie brought an open hand to the inside of his thigh, swatted.  Swatted again when Billy pinched his mouth shut.

“Fuck, fine, yes, yes I understand,” Billy moaned out.

“Still not what I’m looking for, baby,” Eddie mumbled, pinching at the splotch of red starting to bloom on the inside of Billy’s thigh.

Billy shook his head, arms shaking, wanting to reach out and touch.

“C’mon, baby,” Eddie whispered, fingers crawling up Billy’s golden skin, making their way towards where Billy wanted them most.  

“I can’t,” Billy sobbed, tears finally breaching, falling down and clumping his eyelashes together.

“You fucking can, baby, know you can, know what you need.”

The blonde shook his head, gasped when Eddie finally took his cock in his hand.

“Daddy, please, please…”

Eddie smiled at him, rewarded him with a quick pump of his aching dick.   “There you go, baby,” he whispered, “knew you could do it.”

“Daddy!”

It was like the floodgates had opened, Billy was shaking, hips thrusting up into Eddie’s hand, tears falling from his eyes, mouth gasping and calling out on every breath.  Eddie kept his hand on Billy’s cock, the other reaching under the mattress and pulling out the lube.  

“Please, please please please—”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered into Billy’s skin, distantly, he heard the door click open, knew Steve had heard the final break, came to check in on them.  Eddie made a mental note to thank him later, but for now he latched his mouth to Billy’s neck, sucked and bit to distract from the fact he had to take his hand off of his cock to slick up his fingers.

“I need—”

“What do you need, baby?”

“Please,” Billy hiccuped, eyes closing.

Eddie pushed a finger in, moaning at the heat that met him.  The younger moaned and bucked his hips, urging Eddie on.  

He made quick work of prepping Billy, partly because he knew Steve had fucked him last night, partly because he knew Billy loved the stretch and the almost too much of it whenever he wasn’t quite prepped enough.  Either way, when Eddie pulled three fingers out of Billy and finally, finally pulled his sweats down to expose his dick, Billy was whining, pleading for him to fuck him, body still shaking and arms sweaty where he still was holding onto the headboard.

“Good boy,” Eddie whispered as he guided his cock in, moaning at the tight heat that enveloped him.  Billy whined, arching up, throwing his head back into the pillows.  “What a good boy,” he said again, as he began to thrust, gripping at Billy’s hips hard enough to bruise.

Billy’s body jerked with every thrust, cock caught between their bodies, rubbing against Eddie’s worn Black Sabbath shirt, dragging pre across it.  

“Please,” Billy whispered again, “I need—” he cut off with a moan whenever Eddie thrust just right, hitting that place inside him that made him see stars.  Arms shaking, sweat dripping down his chest.  

Eddie was panting, grunting with the force of his thrusts, fingers digging into the soft, golden skin of Billy’s hips.  “What, sweetheart, what do you need?”

“I need—”

Eddie leaned down and nipped at his chest, licked at the sweat there.

“Please, daddy, I need, fuck, fuck, y-yellow, daddy, yellow.”

Eddie looked up, stilled his thrusts, softened his grip on Billy’s hips.

“What is it, baby,” he asked, bringing a hand up to brush sweaty hair out of Billy’s face, “what do you need, are you hurt?”

Billy sniffled, shaking, “I want to touch you.”  

Eddie smiled, softly, and brought his hands up to Billy’s where they were still gripping tightly at the headboard.  

“You’ve done so well, sweetheart, yeah,” he said, bringing Billy’s hands around his back, “you can touch me, baby, yeah.”

And Billy gripped at Eddie’s back, nails digging in hard enough that the older could feel them through his shirt, would probably have tiny rips in it, “is this okay?” he asked, searching Billy’s face, finding nothing but trust and love in his bright blue eyes.

“Yeah, daddy,” Billy sighed, leaning his head back and bucking his hips, “green, please, fuck me, please.”

So Eddie did.

The hands at his back gripped, scrambling for purchase as Eddie thrust into him hard, and Billy couldn’t stop the sounds that left his lungs, whining and screaming and hiccuping when he felt his belly begin to tighten every time Eddie hit that spot in him just right.  Eddie leaned in and kissed him, sloppy and uncoordinated because they were both reaching their peak, and when he bit into Billy’s bottom lip the blonde came, grabbing at Eddie’s hair and pulling, wailing into his mouth, tipping the older over the edge right with him, moaning as he felt warm cum filling him up.

They stayed there, moments, minutes, hours, breathing in each other’s breaths, until Eddie had to pull out, and Billy whined at the feeling of being empty, grappling again at Eddie’s back.

“Don’t leave me,” he whispered, and Eddie smiled, shook his head.

“Would never dream of it, baby,” he reached up and wiped tears from Billy’s eyes.  The door opened and Steve walked in, smiling, carrying some food and water and a washcloth.

“Clean up now, or snuggles?”

Billy sniffed.  Reached his hands out for Steve.

“Snuggles, pretty boy.”

So Steve set everything down on the bedside table, crawled into the mess of sheets and sweat and cum, and wrapped his arms around both his boys, petting Billy’s hair and leaning in for a kiss from Eddie.

Sometimes Billy liked to push, but only so he could end up like this.  Warm, squished between his boyfriends in their shitty, safe apartment, content and happy.

#mungrove #harringroveson #WHOOPS

[discodeviant]

Over the Bottle, Under the Bridge

Billy/Steve | Teen | 2.1k Hurt/Comfort, No Upside Down + Mentioned Alcoholism and Drunk Driving

And so it begins >:) Combining prompts for the above two cards and very excited about it, so I hope you look forward to them and enjoy this one <;3 <3

Made for @steveharringtonbingo and @billyhargrovebingo! Also on AO3

Most days, he couldn’t look at Steve anymore, and Steve couldn’t look at him. Pain swam in his eyes like it did back in high school. Refused Steve’s help like he did back in high school when he thought he didn’t deserve it, and Steve screamed into his pillow every night back in high school because he was in love with a goddamn mountain of a boy who swore it wouldn’t be anything but glances and handjobs in the back of his car. But even Billy couldn’t keep himself away from hands that held him so gently, lips so sweet and comfortable against his. He fell right into Steve’s heart just the same as Steve fell into his, and Steve missed him. He missed Billy’s eyes when they were full of spunk and glowing in excitement. He missed Billy’s smile and kisses and breaths in his ear when he whispered, “Always and forever, Stevie-boy.”

It had been a month since they shared the bed. One month since he came home from the hospital. Almost. Twenty-six days was painful enough for Steve to lay without him, especially when he insisted on the couch. More of Steve than there was of him, he said, and neither had the energy to argue. The bed didn’t smell so much like Billy—a little bit, but his hairspray didn’t permeate into the pillow and sheets anymore, and his body wasn’t there to make it comfortable at night or for midday naps. Maybe Steve cried sometimes when Billy was asleep in the living room. Steve’s heart ached for him. Robin said it would take time, but it was so long already. Too long, too long.

He told Billy he would be back from the store soon with his medicine. Some painkillers and anti-inflammatories, antibiotics, antidepressants, it was too much for too goddamn long, and Billy hated it. Made a point to grunt with every handful he swallowed down with beer in spite of his doctors telling him not to drink. He was still alive; that was good enough. Steve didn’t think so and told him as much every damn time, but he’d grunt, and he’d complain, and he’d look in the distance somewhere to avoid Steve’s eyes and his own ailment. Every time. Every damn time—but, when Steve opened the apartment door with his grocery bag in one hand, keys in the other, it was too quiet.

“Billy?”

Neither the radio nor TV were on, and Billy wasn’t reading on the couch or the balcony. Steve’s heart leaped up to his throat in a flash of panic before he took his shoes off, put his coat up, breathed. The bedroom door was closed, so he knocked. “Billy, you sleeping?” Oh, he hoped so, and he wished that had been what he walked in on when he turned the knob and pushed the door in, but his heart squeezed tight and deflated in the same breath.

“Can I not just have one goddamn day when—where you don’t fucking wait on me, Harrington?”

Billy sat in the center of the bed in a tank top and underwear, hunched over himself with both legs out. His left foot just hung off the end as he stared at the space where his right should have been. Instead his leg ended just below the knee—stitches mostly fallen out by then, but he still had scabbing that Steve found him picking at once in a while. Now, though, both hands were balled in fists at his sides and trembling with the rest of him. “Oh, baby…” Steve slumped and put everything on the floor before he rushed to sit right next to him.

He tried to push away. “Fuck’s sake, Steve,” he said with no bite, only sorrow, and he gripped tightly to Steve’s arm anyway as fresh tears shone in the waning daylight. They didn’t say much more for a while. Billy let himself be held without words or any more comfort than that: Steve’s arms around his shoulders, face in his neck, heartbeat against his arm that his own synced up with before he got a chance to realize he was crying again. When he spoke up, it was a broken whisper. “I hate this.”

“I know you do, baby,” Steve said, lifting his head just enough to readjust. “I know.”

“God, I’m so sorry…”

Then he looked up, turned to look into Billy’s eyes for the first time all day. “Hey, what are you apologizing for? Hm?”

“Everything.” Such a sad little laugh; it broke Steve’s heart. “I put you through too goddamn much, man. Always been a fuckin’ freak, and now look at me.”

“Come on, don’t say that.”

“Why not? Fuck. Can’t surf, can’t drive, I can hardly walk.”

“It hasn’t even been two months, Billy. You will.” He let Steve’s fingers glide through his hair, catch and untangle curls that hadn’t been tended to in days.

“Wish I’d have just taken the normal fucking road—“

“Billy—“

“How the fuck would I know!”

“Hey, hey, you couldn’t,” Steve said, moving his hand from Billy’s scalp to his back, rubbing between his shoulder blades to try and ease his rising anxiety. “Baby, you can’t ever know. You can’t see the future. It's not your fault, you know that.”

“This isn’t fucking Hawkins, man!” There he went again, sobbing with every word, lip trembling, fingers gripping around Steve’s shirt to keep him afloat. “Had a damn beer, I didn’t have to worry about anyone being on the road at midnight, especially not in your bougie-fucking-neighborhood.” Steve couldn’t help the hint of a smile pulling at his lips, remembering the flutter in his chest when Billy rolled up with a swagger that he had with or without booze. A smile that wanted to see him and kiss him, a body that wanted to love him. “I could have done this shit to someone. Took this long and a guy in a fucking semi to knock my head into place, and I still can't go a day without a fuckin' beer." He sniffed hard and rubbed at his eyes with his palm. "Christ. Fuck, I’m so sorry—“

“Billy, hey, shh… it’s okay.”

“No it’s not,” he said. “I thought I was doing so good too.”

“You’re still doing good!”

“Is this good?!" He gestured, big and loud and stiff, to his leg, the two empty beer cans behind him on the pillow, the cloud of matted darkness over his head. "I’m not that guy anymore, Steve. I can’t. I’m not.”

“What guy?”

“Whoever the fuck you fell for in high school.” His eyes fell even further, then, somewhere deeper inside him where he didn’t want Steve to look. “Shit, I hated myself then too, but not like this.”

“Billy.” Steve sat up, shifted in front of him with a hand on his cheek.

“What…”

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Look at me, Billy. Please?” he asked, and his voice was so sweet that Billy couldn’t keep his gaze away even if it hurt to look. Steve might have cried too if he wasn’t so determined. “Listen to me, okay?” Billy only leaned into his hand more, no longer resisting the thumb wiping away his tears. “Listen, you’re different in a lot of ways. A lot of good ways. And so am I. But you’re still you. You’re still Billy. My Billy.”

“Hardly.”

“No, completely. You are still the sweetest, most charming asshole I’ve ever met,” he said, and Billy finally smiled, laughed a real laugh. “See?”

“Yeah, whatever…”

“I’m serious!” They laughed a little more, then came down from the high, still with smiles and eyes for each other. “I will always love you, Billy Hargrove. No matter what. Tell me you know that.” Billy sighed. “Billy.”

“I know.” He whispered into Steve’s palm, and maybe he still didn’t quite believe it even seven years later, but Steve proved it time and time again. “I love you so much, Stevie, I’m sorry…”

“You don’t need to be sorry, baby, I know. I know.”

Their foreheads touched. Steve leaned in to kiss his cheek, and Billy stole one for his mouth right afterwards. Something familiar and comfortable that made his doting stomach turn. Whispers got lost over each other’s tongues, and Steve’s tears couldn’t hold back much longer than that. They were both salty, overwhelmingly so, with the last month having built up behind hardened outer walls and unbreakable shells, and Steve still smiled against Billy’s lips. One hand tugged at the back of his shaggy mullet in the way that made him croon; the other held his arm, then his hand, then his waist and down to his thigh, which made him flinch.

“This,” Steve said, running gentle fingers along his leg and to the rounded stump, “doesn’t change a fucking thing. I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.”

Steve kept his palm over Billy’s knee and what remained below it, slowly caressing even though it was still numb to the touch. Billy felt the heat coming through his skin and up the rest of him, shooting into his heart with an intensity that he kept simmering just below the surface. God, he missed Steve, and he felt silly for ever being ashamed when he could still be touched like this. Still loved so closely, so intimately. “I couldn’t wait to come home that night,” he said, still whispering, still basking in the good part. He held Steve’s hand as it ghosted over his leg, trying to accept it, trying to understand.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” It was so hard, but Steve made it feel so easy. “I wanted to ask you to marry me in the restaurant, but there were so many people, I chickened out.” They both laughed from their noses again, bigger smiles against each other’s cheeks. Steve’s heart melted and fell right through him. “So I wanted to come home, take a shower, get into bed…” He followed Steve’s hand higher up his thigh, closer to the middle where he still hesitated to let it go any further. “You looked so fucking good in that shirt.”

“It was yours.”

“I know.” More laughs; he started to feel okay. “I just… I wanted to make you feel like you never have, you know?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I know.”

“God, you’re my fucking world. And now you’re my damn nurse. I’m so sorry… I still wanna make you feel that, Stevie, so bad.”

“Hey. You wanna know something?”

“Do I?” Billy asked, and they laughed, and Steve told him anyway.

“I feel that every day.” Billy’s brow raised—a question that Steve nodded to answer. “Every day of my goddamn life, and it’s all your fault.” He leaned over Billy a little further, kissing him slow and deep enough to push him onto his back with no fight. Steve smiled, Billy cried some more and tried to ignore the tingle in his toes that wasn’t really there. Steve’s hands rode up from his thighs to the bottom of his shirt and pushed it over his belly. “C’mon, you’ve been doing your crunches.”

Billy chuckled—“Shut up”—and let Steve slide his shirt off anyway, ever-mesmerized by the body he’d been so lucky to love. Steve’s knuckles pressed into his sides and back; Billy sighed in short huffs, embarrassment and pleasure, a blend they’d perfected over the years. Kisses along his chest and abdomen, down to the waistband of his briefs where he gasped and exhaled a long, shaky breath.

“It’s okay,” Steve told him, eyes up, nose down, lips moving further down his left leg. Knee, shin, ankle. “Still got your tattoos.” A thumb rubbed the underside of his toes as loving eyes watched them wiggle away from being tickled. Then to the sole, Steve kneading into it gently and kissing the side of his foot before going back up and across to the other knee. Billy swallowed hard. Trembling hands found their way to Steve’s hair, somewhere they knew they could settle and be safe, fumble and fidget without consequence.

“Steve.”

“Hm?” He looked up into Billy’s warm, glossy eyes, though his lips didn’t move again, so Steve slid back up to touch their noses and say, “You’re just as perfect as the day we met.” Billy smiled, shook his head. “You are. Listen, we’ll go slow, okay?”

And Billy fucking whined. “I don’t wanna go slow.”

“Billy…” Steve gave him that look, the devious one that said his word was final and Billy would have to put up with it. Not that he ever complained. Much less when Steve’s knee pressed against his groin after not going near it since the night before their date, before everything went wrong, before Billy lost his goddamn leg and thought he’d lose Steve too. “Let me give you this, okay?” he asked, right up against exhausted lips, and Billy nodded, kissed him hard, breathed in as much of him as he could. “And, hey. I’ll say yes when you’re ready. I’m yours.”

He thumbed through Steve’s hair, tucking it behind his ear and pushing it away from his face. Whispered when he asked, “Always?”

“Forever, Billy.”

#harringrove #steve harrington bingo #billy hargrove bingo #steve harrington #billy hargrove #billy x steve #steve x billy #hurt/comfort #fanfic #stranger things fic #one shot #.discowrites #ao3 meta

[passivenovember]

And the thing about Billy is; he does the work, but it’s not for Steve. But maybe Steve is a symptom. Like Max. Like his mother. Like feeling every time he walks into his therapist’s office, he’s driving a stake through his father’s heart and finally laying the monster to rest.

It’s not for Steve.

But they become friends and Billy’s better now, watered down, but he’s still got a mouth on him. An edge that no amount of journaling or meditation will ever file away, and sometimes that edge cuts Steve open, and Steve bleeds. 

Through words. 

Through action. Flowers in Billy’s hospital room and millions of I’m sorry for what i did. Sorry for what I said’s—

Even though it’s not his fault.

Steve applies pressure, where it drips the most. Never lets Billy get the full picture of how bad those words can hurt him, but Billy doesn’t need to be clued in because he can see it. 

Feel it, leaking from those big brown eyes like fresh tears, when he admits that Billy’s an asshole but it doesn’t matter. 

Steve will take the fall. 

Jump in front of the bullet. Take it on the jaw, through the center of the chest, because Steve believes in him, so. 

Billy does the work and he gets better and Steve pulls him aside on Christmas and says, “I can’t help feeling like you did this for me.”

Only Billy doesn’t know what he’s talking about. 

There’s a lump in his throat. He looks away, at the kids, playing boardgames in Joyce’s living room. “The party was nothing, I just. I know you’re a Christmas baby, and--”

“Not that.” Steve says, with a strange look on his face. He steps closer, so the white lights on the tree cut a line down his nose. Light and Dark. The truth and the things that bud into that, with time. “The other stuff.” Steve clarifies. “You’ve stopped smoking.”

Billy’s not ready to blossom into a garden.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Harrington. I stopped smoking because I took a claw to the chest. Can’t walk up a flight of stairs without hacking up a lung.” And Because Steve doesn’t like the stench in his couch cushions.

Steve smiles at him, anyway. “No more red meat?”

“Blood freaks me out, these days.” Billy says, but he folds his arms over the heartbeat Steve’s always fussing over. Owens said red meat could make the condition worse--

“I love you.” Steve replies. Simple. 

Like the sky ripped open and Billy died and came back from the dead, and that was all a symptom of what existed between them before and now this--

--When Steve doesn’t even let the words register before he welds their lips together--

This is the result. The happy accident that Steve walked into with his eyes wide open.

--

And that’s what he says, three years later.

At dinner. At Enzo’s. With Billy’s half pound steak sopping up blood on a wilted peace of lettuce between them because he can finally flirt with those bad habits again--

On one knee, with a ring in his hand, Steve still takes rejection like a champ.

“I made the decision to love you,” Steve lets the little velvet box snap shut, when Billy’s eyes blur over and he asks if Steve’s lost his mind. 

Because this is supposed to happen to someone else. Someone who deserves it.

Steve seems to understand, backtracking to the start. “Everyday, Hargrove. I make the decision to live in our house together, with you, everyday because I--”

Billy stands up so suddenly the chair knocks back. 

Almost takes out a waitress. 

Almost stomps a hole through the floor. 

“Billy.” Steve gets up, because he can’t mend bridges on one knee. Steve holds out his hands, “Please don’t do this.” He whispers.

He’s not mad. 

Steve’s never mad, and if he is, he gets over it. Swallows it down, because.

Billy leaves.

It’s cold outside. Almost Christmas.

--

And the thing about Steve is; he always comes home. 

The front door doesn’t wake Billy up because Billy wasn’t asleep and Steve doesn’t slam it. Steve never slams it, he slips inside like smoke. Shoes discarded like a ninja. Undressing in the corner so quietly it’s obvious that he feels like a guest in his own home. 

Billy’s always digging out the worst in people, but that’s the thing about Steve. 

There is no worst. 

He’s perfect. No bruises to poke at because he heals over so fast. Billy grips the blankets so tight his knuckles will have to be broken when it’s time to move again. 

They’ve had fights. Blowouts. All of them because of Billy, but this. 

This isn’t like the others. This isn’t a symptom, this is the first sign of cancer. Of Billy, doing what he always would have, in the end.

The first step to driving a stake through his own heart.

Steve comes out of the bathroom and gets into bed, and Billy almost jumps out of his own skin because Steve.

Good, perfect, angelic Steve cuddles in close and tugs their bodies together. 

Billy doesn’t deserve this. Billy--

“Why are you crying?” Steve asks. 

Because Billy’s shaking. He’s going to shake the headboard apart, and Steve turns him over. Props himself up so he can look down and dry Billy’s cheeks with his free hand--

“I didn’t do any of this for you.” Billy stutters. 

Steve frowns but doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t move. Gets closer, somehow. 

“I never. I didn’t go to therapy and get a little less shitty for you, I did it for me.”

Steve nods. “Okay--”

“It turned into that. I couldn’t stop it. You’re so good, Steve. You’re strong but you never yell. Or slam doors, or hit me even when I deserve it--”

“Billy--”

“And we became friends, you know? And I love you. And I thought. I just thought that if I was ever gonna be better. If I was ever gonna be good and stop smoking and heal myself and be worth you--”

Steve shakes his head. Shakes his whole body. 

“I had to try.” Billy mutters, cracking right down the middle. “I had to, but it didn’t stick.”

Even in the dim, silverly light of the bedroom, Steve is clear as day. Billy doesn’t know if he can really see him, or if he’s got that face memorized after thousands of nights spent coiled together, just like this.

Billy’s not ready to let this go.

Steve moves, sitting them up against the headboard. “Is that why you don’t want to get married?”

“I--”

“Because I meant what I said. I meant it, Billy. I love you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I don’t care. Because I do and I won’t let you walk away from me because you’re scared.”

Steve grabs Billy before he can pull away. Climbs on top of him, straddled, so if Billy’s going to end this, Steve can give him a fight. 

Steve won’t fight, though. He gets a hand in Billy’s hair, keeping their eyes in place. “I can’t watch you walk away from me. I’ve loved you since I was nineteen years old. I’ve loved you everyday, and not all of them have been good, but I’ve never wanted to leave, Billy. Not once. Not even tonight.”

Billy wants to sink inside of himself. 

Wants to pull away, for giving into the monster that still lives inside himself, but Steve wipes at his tears and kisses his face and asks, softly, if Billy will marry him. 

And Billy doesn’t know why Steve loves him. Doesn’t know why, against all odds, Steve chose him. He’ll never know, but. 

He nods. 

And when Steve smiles, so bright the sun comes out from behind the curtain of nightfall, Billy’s grateful. 

Because he loves Steve. And Billy’s not perfect, but he’ll try. 

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #I dunno #I watched season 4 and I need something to hold onto lmao #also #fuck taylor swift for writing cardigan #because cardigan is a harringrove song

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Pairings: Steve x OFC, Billy x OFC

Summary:  Jessie confides in Bucky and Steve about Billy raising a hand to her. With the support of Bucky and Steve, she decides to ask Billy to leave the house for her safety. What she doesn’t know is that a storm is brewing.

Word Count: 2645

Warnings: Protective Steve & Bucky, Talks of past and present abuse briefly, Angst, Billy plotting

A/N: Mood-board by me and dividers by @whimsicalrogers​​​

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Jessie was waiting in her living room when she heard the familiar sound of motorcycles. She got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen to see who else had shown up. Outside Steve, Bucky, Clint, and Thor pulled into her driveway. Great, Jessie thought as she saw them. This wasn’t going to go well. Bucky and Steve got off their bikes to head inside while the other two leaned against their bikes.

Steve knocked on the door and Jessie opened it for them. She then headed to the living room without saying a word and both men followed her. Once she sat on a chair both men sat across from her on the couch. Both of them were wearing their biker cuts, jeans, and boots. Jessie stared at Steve for a moment as she took in his features. 

“So what seems to be the issue? You sounded upset on the phone.” Steve asked gently. 

At first, Jessie seemed to just stare between them both and then looked away. Taking a deep breath she responded, “Promise me you won’t do anything dumb. You can be angry but don’t be stupid. The last thing I need is you both going back to jail over this.”

“Sis, whatever it is you can share it with us. We won’t do anything dumb, right Steve?” Bucky looked to his best friend who nodded in agreement.

Steve remembered his conversation earlier with Winnie. There was no way he was going back to jail. “Promise doll, so what has happened?” Steve inquired. 

Biting her bottom lip she took a steady breath. “Billy knows about our bike ride, Steve. Not about the kiss thankfully but he saw us riding around together. When we got home he was mad. He-He grabbed my arms and shoved me into the kitchen wall. He was already mad that I had an earlier slip and called him Steve. Don’t ask me about that. Then he called me a biker whore and was mad about the bank account switch I made. When I tried to explain myself he…” Jessie froze up. 

Steve tried to control his temper but didn’t like where this was going. “He what?”

“He hit me across the face and said he knew I was lying to him. That we didn’t just go to the bank and back home. Billy asked if I whored myself out to you Steve. Which of course, wasn’t what happened. I don’t know what to do anymore. Right now I don’t feel safe with him in the house.” She looked at both men who were fuming now. 

“I wish I could punch him in the face,” Bucky stated as he got up, walked over to his sister, and pulled her up into a gentle hug. “He won’t ever hurt you again, I promise. I will not allow this to happen while I’m around.” Bucky held her as she started to tear up.

Steve stepped towards them both and offered a friendly smile. “I need to know something though, is this the first time he struck you?”

“No, it’s not. He only ever does it when he is really angry at me. So maybe a couple of dozen times. I’m not sure exactly how many times.” Jessie looked embarrassed admitting the truth.

Steve nodded his head and dropped the subject.  “I’m with Bucky, this will never happen again. Now that we are around more we will have your back.”

“Thank you both. I don’t know what I would do without you.” She hugged her brother tighter.

“Let’s not find out. So what do you want to do? Do you want him to leave the house or do you want to pack a bag and go to ma’s house?” Bucky asked her delicately. 

Jessie pulled away from both men and started to contemplate her decisions. Technically this was her house that she bought many years ago. With her brother and Steve by her side, she could easily tell Billy to leave but then she would feel vulnerable and alone. 

“If we tell Billy to leave, can someone stay here with me?” Jessie asked while her hand’s fidgeted. This was a big step for her and she never thought she would be brave enough to do this. Even though Billy had slapped her multiple times over the years she always made excuses for him. Today she realized she was acting like Becca, making excuses for being hit. Billy only lashed out when he was furious but that was no excuse. No one has the right to lay hands on anyone.

“I’ll stay if you want,” Steve replied. “That’s if you’re okay with it. I can take the spare room.” 

Bucky watched them both with a big smile. They were truly meant to be and this may be a step in the right direction.

Jessie thought about Steve’s offer. “That’s fine with me. But we need to tell Billy first. I would like to go to the Sheriff's office since he won’t be able to start anything there. Plus Frank can come out to supervise.”

“Smart idea Jessie. Let’s drive her truck there so the good ole sheriff doesn’t get his panties in a bunch.” Bucky jokes, making the other two chuckle. 

“Let me call Frank and explain what’s going on before we get there. He’s been a great friend to me and helped you both get out.” Jessie added as she grabbed her phone out of her pocket and called Frank's cell.

A half-hour later they arrived at the Sheriff's office. Jessie texted both Frank and Billy to come outside. Now was the time to be brave and strong like she used to be. Billy strolled outside with a frown on his face followed by Frank. Behind Jessie stood Bucky and Steve. Billy knew this wasn’t going to be good. 

Billy stopped a few feet from Jessie. “So what is this about? Hmmm? Couldn’t this have waited until I got off tonight?”

Jessie’s hands shook a little but she swallowed down her fears since she had a support system with her. “I don’t want you to come back to my home.”

Billy narrowed his eyes at her. “What is this about? That is our home and I have every right to be there.”

“N-No, it’s my home. I bought it myself almost a decade ago. You moved in last year. You know exactly what this is about. What happened earlier in my home is never going to happen again. I brought you an overnight bag.” Jessie reached behind her, picked it up, and dropped it at his feet. Frank has already said you can stay with him until you find your own place.”

“This is absurd, sweetheart. We had a misunderstanding that can be fixed if we talk things out like adults…”

“I’m done, Billy. This is me taking a stand and saying we are over.” Jessie pulled off the engagement ring and placed it on his bag. “You have tomorrow off as I recall so you can come over to pack your personal belongings then. I won’t be home but I expect you to be out by supper time.”

Billy was fuming but managed to keep his anger in check. “Fine, if that’s what you want. Though are you sure those criminals didn’t make you do this?” Billy pointed his finger at both Steve and Bucky. 

“Bill, don't do this. She has clearly made her decision.” Frank chimed in. He knew his boss had a temper on him and he was trying to keep the peace with his presence.  

“Look Sheriff, my sister came to this decision on her own. She doesn’t owe you an explanation. She said she’s done with you so that’s that.” Bucky stood next to his sister now and watched him with clenched fists at his side. 

“Sheriff please do what she said. I’d hate to see this dragged out in public.” Steve said as he also took a step to be by her side. Oh, how he wishes he could kick Billy’s ass. 

“Yes, I’m sure you would hate that.” Billy sarcastically replied. Taking another step towards the three of them he spoke just soft enough for them to hear. “If this is what you want, fine. Have fun explaining to Ben why I’m not around anymore. That kid will be crushed.” He locked eyes with Jessie. “After all, I have done for you over five years. This is the thanks I get. Stab the nice guy in the back so you can play biker whore again.”

Just as Steve took a step forward Billy backed away with his hands in the air. Billy reached down, grabbed the ring and bag then stormed off. Frank looked at the three of them and apologized to them before he went inside the building. 

Once they disappeared Bucky, Steve and Jessie got into the truck and left heading back to her house.

Arriving at the house both men left Jessie at the house with Clint and Thor who was still standing guard while they took her truck to go get Steve’s stuff. To say she was nervous about confronting Billy was an understatement. If it wasn’t for Steve and Bucky being by her side she never would have talked to Billy like that. It was good she was finally taking a stand not just for herself but for her son as well. She refused to let her son grow up in that type of environment. Thankfully Ben had never witnessed her being slapped by Billy. Ben deserved to grow up in a safe home where he knows nothing but love and stability. Jessie was determined to give her son just that.

Jessie sat on the couch and thought about what tomorrow would bring. Thankfully when Billy comes to get his stuff tomorrow it would be a quick move as he left his furniture in storage. It shouldn’t take more than one or two hours for him to grab everything. Then of course she would have to let Ben know that she broke up with Billy. She knew this part would break her son's heart but maybe it won’t be so bad now that Steve was around more. Once she gets past this everything would be alright. It’s not like the Sheriff would do anything dumb in his position. Maybe eventually they could be friends again in time. They had always been great friends just not good together in a relationship. 

Lost in her thought she heard the faint sound of a motorcycle. Jessie got off the couch to see who else showed up. Looking out the window in the kitchen she saw the familiar face of Jack Rollins who was Brock’s, right-hand man. This man was no good and was always looking for trouble. He sat on his bike talking to Thor and Clint who stood side by side in defense. Whatever was being said she could see Jack was furious. She went over to the door and opened it just as Jack sped off. Both men turned around at her and gave her a small smile. 

“What was that about?” Jessie asked as both men exchanged looks.

“Nothing to worry about. He was just lost.” Thor explained while Clint nodded his head.

“Lost?”

“Don’t worry about it, Jessie. Why don’t you go inside and rest before Steve and Bucky get back?” Clint answered, trying to steer away from the conversation with Jack

Jessie nodded and went back into the house. Something wasn’t right and she knew they wouldn’t give her an answer. It was best to wait and see what they told Steve. At least she knew Steve couldn’t lie to her.

Steve and Bucky were back at Jessie’s within the hour. As they pulled up they saw Thor and Clint silently talking to each other. Steve was the first to approach the two men. “Is everything okay?”

Bucky joined the three men and could sense something was off. “What happened? Is Jessie okay?”

Clint nodded his head. “Yeah, she is fine. But we may have a problem. Jack Rollins came sniffing around here saying he was looking for Steve.”

“Did he say what he wanted with me?” Steve was pissed off knowing one of the Hydra club members came into their town. 

“Just that he wanted to talk with you but I don’t believe him.” Clint folded his arms in front of him. 

“I don’t like the sound of this. What are the odds he comes sniffing around out of the blue?” Bucky questioned looking at the other men.

“I don’t believe in coincidences,” Steve stated as he looked up at the house. “We need to keep Jessie and Ben safe until we figure this out.” The four men agreed and nodded. 

“So what is the plan?” Thor asked.

“Well, I’m staying here, for now, to keep her safe at night. But with Bucky and I going back to work tomorrow I want someone watching her at all times during the day. That way no one tries anything dumb.” Steve explained, a part of him was nervous about someone trying something dumb. Whether it is Jack or Billy they were both dangerous men.

Bucky chimed in, “We should also talk with Frank in private. Maybe he can keep an eye on Billy for us.”

“That’s a good idea Buck. Clint and Thor reach out to the other club members tonight and let them know what we talked about. I’m gonna go inside before she starts to worry.” Steve could see Jessie looking out the kitchen window every couple of minutes.

“You go ahead, but Steve? You better keep my baby sister from harm. That also goes towards anyone that watches her. If she gets hurt you will have to deal with me.” Bucky threatened Thor, Clint, and Steve. He would be damned if she got physically harmed again. 

“Got it, boss.” Clint and Thor replied. 

Steve smiled at his friend. “Got it jerk.” He turned on his heel and headed inside with his bag. As soon as he locked the door he could hear the engines rev and he watched them eventually pull away.

As Steve spun back around with his bag he saw Jessie in the kitchen with her arms wrapped around her torso, biting her lip. 

“Is everything okay, Steve?” She softly asked.

“Why don’t you show me to the spare room and then I can catch you up on what we talked about outside.”

Jessie smiled and headed up the stairs. Thankfully Steve kept his word and told her everything that evening.

Billy sat in silence in his office fuming over the news that the stupid biker club was watching the house. He was even told Steve was staying the night. How dare she bring him into her house so quickly again. Maybe once a biker whore always a biker whore. He was now regretting losing his cool and hitting her, though a part of him thought he didn’t drive his point hard enough with her.

No matter if the wheels were in motion still for Jack to handle Steve and then he could swoop in to be a hero when Hydra comes for her. He was going to get her and Ben back in his life by any means necessary. 

For now, he has to play his cards close to the chest while he stays with the noble Frank Castle. Nothing good would come around if Frank knew his secret. No Billy would be a dead man if Frank found out what truly happened to his family.

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[sortasirius]

I mean ok y’all wanted more, you don’t have to tell me twice lmao

Part 1 here

So Billy knocks on Steve’s door right? And he’s nervous as hell, he’s in the nicest neighborhood in town and he’s here to see Steve Harrington of all people. Steve Harrington, who invited him to his house.

Steve Harrington, who Billy is like 90% sure was actually flirting with him at the pool today.

So here he is, tank top over his swim trunks, trying very hard not to be nervous as he rings the doorbell and watches a distorted figure ripple across the glass.

When Steve opens the door, Billy is half expecting him to ask what he’s doing there and laugh in his face.

It had happened once in California, when Billy was fifteen.

He’d met a guy a couple years older than him at the kind of place that a fifteen year old definitely shouldn’t be. But he’d been nice, he’d held his hand in the dark and kissed him without being too drunk, so when he’d invited Billy back to his apartment the next day, he’d accepted without a second thought, only to be laughed at on the doorstep.

“What the fuck are you doing here, kid?”

“I thought-”

“C’mon, get the fuck outta here.”

But Steve doesn’t laugh at him, just smiles in that soft way that Billy isn’t quite used to and stands back to let him pass.

“Thanks for coming,” he says, not quite looking at Billy when he shuts the door.

“Couldn’t let you drown, could I?” he tries for his patented snark, trying to pretend like he isn’t out of his mind with nerves.

Steve has quite the house, as it turns out, but there’s an emptiness there, a sort of echo that only comes from the unloved and unlived in.

“Pool’s through here.” Steve says quietly, leading the way down the wide hallway, opening up to a spacious living room and a view of the pool, whose lights reflect on the walls.

“Nice. Nicer than the one I work at. Only the best for King Steve, huh?”

Steve laughs, moving forward towards the open doors leading outside. He shucks his shirt as he walks, and Billy does the same, looking at the muscles rippling under Steve’s back with wide eyes.

He’s always had a staring problem when it came to Steve. In school, especially on the basketball court, Billy had never been able to take his eyes off of him. It was probably why the coaches had paired them up together, since Billy wouldn’t pay attention to anyone that wasn’t Steve when they were on the court.

So having Steve here, just a few feet in front of him, and not looking at him like he’s the worst person in the world…it made Billy’s heart beat wildly in his chest.

“Alright lifeguard,” Steve turns to face him, and there’s a smile on his face, “Make sure I don’t drown.”

And with that, he dives into the pool.

Billy settles on the side of the pool, feet dangling in the cool water, and continues to stare at him shamelessly in the low light. He stares at the curve of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the turn of his mouth, the way he cuts through the water easily.

He isn’t lying, he is a good swimmer, and can swim the length of the pool twice before coming up for air, pushing his hair out of his face.

“I thought you were going to guard my life?” Steve teases, swimming up next to him, and Billy wonders fleetingly if he’s maybe taken a blow on the head and is dreaming this whole thing.

“You don’t look like you’re drowning to me.”

“I could fake drown.”

Billy feels himself grinning.

“And why would you do that, princess?”

“To get you in here.”

Yeah, he’s definitely in some kind of coma or something.

“If you wanted me to come in you’d just have to ask,” he slides into the water with a soft splash, submerged up to his chest.

Steve wades his way towards him, disturbing the water so it ripples around them. Billy feels like he’s moving through quicksand, like he’s trapped in one of those dreams where he’s running but not actually moving.

Water clings to Steve’s skin like diamonds, glittering in the fluorescent light of the pool.

He’s way too close.

He’s. Way. Too. Close.

Then, Billy is given a face full of water.

“What the fuck?” he splutters, shaking his head to get the water out of his eyes. He blinks, and sees Steve laughing at him.

He knows, realistically, that Steve is already wet, that he’s not doing anything by splashing him back, but he can’t resist, scooping the water with a sweeping motion and just drenches him, laughing almost maniacally as Steve spout a jet out of his mouth at him.

He really isn’t sure how it happens. Even later, after the fact, he couldn’t tell you how they went from splashing each other to where they were now.

But Billy feels his back hit the stone side of the pool, and Steve Harrington is too close to him again, so close that he could count the freckles on his nose and the crinkles around his eyes.

He’s breathless, and he’s staring at Billy the way Billy has always stared at him.

Billy is frozen where he stands, chest deep in chlorine scented water, turned ghostly pale by the light of the pool, and standing less than an inch from Steve, who’s looking at his mouth again, just like he had done earlier in the day.

They meet in the middle, and Billy’s pretty sure he’s never had a kiss like this.

Steve is immediately insistent, pressing him firmly against the wall of the pool, so the stone scratches at his bare back, but Billy doesn’t mind. He could be sitting in boiling water and wouldn’t fucking care, as long as he was kissing Steve and Steve was kissing him right back.

They break apart after a minute or so, both breathing like they’ve run a marathon and still staring at each other. Billy wants to bask in the glow of Steve’s gaze forever.

“God damn,” Billy pulls him back toward him, refusing to let things get awkward, because he’s waited long enough for this, thank you very much, “Always knew you’d be a helluva kisser, Harrington.”

Steve laughs again, and let’s Billy run his fingers through his hair. He doesn’t roll his eyes or shrug him off, but leans into his touch, so they’re all pressed together in the water, and Steve kisses him again, feather light.

“Thanks for not letting me drown,” he whispers, pressing his forehead into Billy’s shoulder, and Billy clutches him tighter, as tight as he can, like that day on the court when he grabbed his hand so tightly his knuckles turned white and his hands shook.

“You can count on me, pretty boy.”

And he means it, he really does.

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You grunted as you stepped out of the bathroom. Someone shoved past you immediately. You’d gotten back home from an eight hours shift and found Billy with a few friends. He glanced your way when you’d come in and someone offered you a beer. You turned them down and explained that you’d had a long day and you wanted to have a quiet evening.

The quiet had been disturbed when music started blaring. Not wanting to cause a fuss you ignored the noise and the sound of people shouting over the music. But when you came out of your room to use the bathroom you found your house filled with people. You’d struggled to get through to the bathroom which drowned out the noise of the party going on outside the room.

Hurrying back to your room you saw someone had opened your door. Two people were making out on your bed. Yelling you hurried in and told them to leave. They ignored you but you persisted. All you received in response was a sharp ‘fuck off’.

Heading back out of your room you headed over to Billy’s stereo that sat on a small wooden side table in the living room next to the TV. You pulled the plug out of the wall and everyone turned to stare at you. Billy, who had been outside cheering with his friends round a keg hurried inside.

You stomped towards your room but Billy cut you off as people started to mutter among themselves.

“What’s your problem?” He snapped. He frowned when you stepped around him and shoved your door open. “It’s just a party.”

“Just a party. Look! I can’t even use my own room.” You snapped and gestured to the couple on your bed. Billy glanced into your room and stomped past you. He pulled the couple off your bed and shoved them to the door telling them to leave the party. They both hurried off. A few people broke off and left with them.

“Sorted? I’m going back outside.” Billy muttered.

“Wait. What time are you partying until?” You asked Billy wearily. He sighed and shrugged without answering right away. You tried to stifle a yawn as he glanced away at someone who was calling to him. “Can’t you just kick everyone out at like. Ten?” You asked hopefully. Billy turned back to you. His face had softened hearing how tired you were. Someone plugged the stereo back in.

“You’re trying to give me a curfew? Eleven thirty?” Billy negotiated. You frowned at him. “We ordered pizzas. I'll make them put one aside for you?”

“Fine but I’m not helping you clean up tomorrow.” You said firmly. Billy nodded and walked off into the crowd of partiers. You headed into your room and called Robin from the phone next to your bed.

You filled her in on the party and asked how her day had gone. “It was going ok until Steve knocked over a crate of new videos.” Robin laughed as she recounted Steve sprawling over the floor and sliding on the new taps only to land at Keith’s feet. “Sounds like things are going ok with your new roommate.”

“At least he threw those people out of my room. I wish he’d given me a heads up about the ;party though.”

“I know it must be annoying but he probably just assumed you’d join in the party. Not that it wasn’t an asshole thing to do.” Robin said. You could hear her shuffling on the other end of the phone. "It’s not as if you’ve been roommates with Billy long. You’ll get used to it."

“I guess I will.” You said as someone opened your door and you looked up.

“He’ll get used to you too. Maybe tomorrow you should insist that you guys set some boundaries.” Robin said. You agreed and said goodbye, hanging up as someone let themselves into your room.

“Hey! Get out.” You insisted.

“I just wanted to hang out. What’re you doing all alone in here?” They slurred. When they wouldn’t leave you went outside to find Billy to insist that he kicked everyone out. He was sitting around a small metal fire pit with several other people. The keg was on its side, clearly finished. Tommy and Carol pointed out that you’d come outside. Billy gleaned at you and got up from his seat.

“I didn't think you’d want to come outside.” Billy said as he walked over. He looked you over as he got closer and in the dim light coming from the fire and the house he could see you were upset. “Do you need me to sort something?”

“No it’s ok. Just next time. Can you please give me a head up if you’re going to throw a party so I can go somewhere else.” You sounded sharper than you meant to. Billy nodded, his face gentle as if he felt he couldn’t argue with your request and felt bad for disturbing you.

“Yeah. Sorry. It was supposed to be just a couple of us having a drink and it got out of hand.” Billy explained. An awkward moment of quiet passed between the two of you and he cleared his throat. “Did you need me to head inside and…”

“No, it's ok. I was going to ask if I could join you out here.” You said quickly.

“Oh. Yeah. Of course.” He was surprised. You’d only been roommates with Billy for a few months and short of the occasional shared meal or the few times Billy had given you a lift due to terrible weather. You hadn’t really spent that much time together. Both of you were either out or in your respective rooms. Following Billy to the fire you say on the grass beside him. The fire warms your face, almost unpleasantly hot while the grass is cool under your hands. It was the kind of cold that made you check twice if the grass was wet before sitting. The breeze that rolled around the group made a chilly contrast to the fire, encouraging you to bring your knees up to your chest, hugging them as you leaned your head on your knees.

Listening to Billy and his friend talk about work, the cars and a few other things you weren’t paying attention to, you felt yourself slip into a near sleep. The pieces muddled as your breath evening out and after quite some time you felt your eyes growing too heavy to keep open. After two hours Carol mentioned that she wanted Tommy to take her home.

“Now?” Tommy complained.

“Come on! Even (Y/N) is asleep.” Carol pointed at you and everyone turned. She was right. You had dozed off. Billy asked Carol to wait with you as he got up with Tommy and cleared everyone, who hadn’t passed out or retired to a corner of the small house, out of the house. Billy grumbled under his breath when he found that a few people had taken up in your room and fallen asleep. Heading back outside he thanked Tommy for helping him clear out who they could.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Tommy asked.

“Maybe. I think I’ll have to make it up to (Y/N) for the impromptu party. That pizza I promised never showed up.” Billy smiled when Carol and Tommy started talking about where the delivery guy could have gotten to. They stopped when Billy picked you up gently and you stirred in his arms.

“Geez they must have been tired.” Tommy said with a laugh to his voice. You had been roused just enough to complain about being moved around. “Well. See you around Billy. Thanks for inviting us.” Tommy nodded to Billy, grabbing some beers as he and Carol hurried down the road towards Tommy’s car. Billy carried you into the house and dumped you gently on his bed.

“So loud.” You slurred sleepily as Billy headed out to turn the music off that was still blaring in the living room. He had to step over a few people who, finding nowhere else but Billy’s room to sleep, had decided that they would rather sleep on the living room floor, even in their drunken state. Billy turned to see you shuffling to your own room. You stopped in the doorway and sighed seeing people asleep in your room. You turned and glared at Billy.

“Come on. I already feel bad.” He said lightly, trying to make you crack a smile.

“I worked eight hours and I walked to and from work. That’s a three hour round trip from one end of town to the other. You promised me pizza!” You complained. You were vaguely aware of your voice sounding like a whining child but you were too tired to do anything about it. Your throat was dry too. “I’m thirsty and hungry. And tired.” You added the tired as you yawned. Billy’s face twisted into a look of regret and he sighed.

“I’m really sorry! It was just meant to be a couple of friends trying out Tommy’s new fire pit. Not a big party. But I can fix the thirsty and hungry?” He smiled as you nodded, yawning as you did and waved a dismissive hand at him. He hurried to the kitchen, found a clean glass and poured you some cold water. Opening the fridge he found someone had raided it of what little contents it had. He dug through the cupboards, finding a box of cereal and poured you a bowl hoing you wouldn’t mind eating them dry. He chuckled as he headed back over to you. You’d leaned against the doorframe of his room, eyes sliding shut as your body slumped. He heaved you over his shoulder awkwardly so as not to spill anything and shuffled along to his bed, setting you down. He presented you with the drink. You sipped at it at first. But when you felt the relief from the prickly dryness in your throat you downed the rest. When Billy presented you with the dry cereal you looked at him as if you hadn’t the faintest idea what to do with it.

“Someone drank all our milk. This is all we had.” Billy explained. He left the bowl in your lap and watched you pick out a bit and sleepily nibble at it. “I’ll go lock the front door and see if I can’t shove someone off the sofa.”

Billy did exactly what he said, locking the front door and picking up a few cups and beer bottles on his way, dumping them in the tiny kitchen before heading to the living room to see if he could sleep on the sofa. To his dismay three people had taken it over, only two he actually recognised. Defeated and with guilt bubbling in his stomach he headed back to his room. You had falle backwards as you’d fallen asleep and he found you sprawled at a funny angle across his bed, what was left of the cereal spilling out of the bowl. Cleaning it up he set the bowl on his bedside table and lifted you up so he could tuck you in and finally let you sleep.

Billy smiled as he watched you burrow yourself into his blankets and squirm until you were comfortable enough to let out a long sigh. Resigning himself to sleep on the floor he almost jumped when you grabbed at his fingers. When he looked back at you he found you blinking rapidly, fighting sleep as hard as you could as you gently tugged at his hand.

“Billy you can sleep up here with me. I’d feel bad if you slept on the floor.” Your voice was sticky with slip and it cracked several times. Billy smiled as you finally gave up on keeping your eyes opened and your grip loosened slightly.

“Thanks.” He muttered. You huffed over and he squeezed into his bed next to you. You heard the thump of his shoes being kicked off and the unbuckling of his belt before he settled, still dressed, next to you. He smelled of the bonfire and his warm cologne with a hard smell of cigarettes. You fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.

The next morning Billy woke before you to the sound of people quietly talking. He slid out of his bed wanting to let you sleep in and not disturbed you. Feeling bad enough already. By the time you woke at midday Billy had thrown everyone out of the house. He’d dropped by Carols and insisted that she help him restock on food and help him find a replacement bedspread for you as someone had left something dubious coloured and crusty on your bedsheets and he was hoping to either avoid you finding out or immediately fix the problem. He dropped by the pizza place shortly after dropping Carol with Tommy and managed to insist on twenty free pizzas, one he took there and then.

“Did everyone leave?” You asked as you yawned and stretched on your way out of Billy’s room.

“Yeah. I'm just cleaning up.” Billy answered. There was a pile of full black bin bags by the front door and an almost full one in Billy’s hand when he came out of the kitchen. He set it down and came over to you. “Sorry about last night.”

“It’s ok.” You answered.

“No. I should have asked first. We both live here. Plus I should have definitely told people to stay out of your room. You said you wanted to be alone. That’s on me.” He said quickly. He looked a little flushed when he spoke as if he was embarrassed about the whole situation. “Also I had to throw out your old bedding but I got you some new stuff. It’s on your bed.”

“What time did you get up?” You asked a little in awe as Billy led you to the kitchen and revealed that he now got free pizzas. You took a warm slice from the box and bit into it with a satisfied sigh.

“Eight thirty and I got some help to get all the shopping and stuff.

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Kissing it better - The Love of My Life PT 7

Rating: Explicit.

Warnings: Implied/referenced violence

Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Max Mayfield

Tags: fluff, angst, boys kissing, smut, boys having sex, implied/referenced domestic abuse

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Summary: Steve comes to Billy's to kissing everything better.

Max was staring at Billy’s door pondering if she should knock. Even though Billy was an asshole towards her, most of the time, she didn’t think he deserved to be the designated punching bag for Neil.

Finally she decided to knock. “Billy?”

“Fuck off.”

She knew better than to open the door, so she sat on the floor and leaned on it. “I’m sorry. Yesterday I came home late. He got really angry about it. Mom tried to…”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“No, I mean really angry. At me, for upsetting mom.”

Billy was laying on his bed. The ice pack he was holding on his cheekbone didn’t seem to do jack shit and the second Anvil hadn’t yet kicked in. He was seriously counting how many days he could skip school in a row to allow the swelling to go down, before they would call Neil about his absence. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. Then he turned to look at the door. “Did he do something to you?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“I know he turned it all on you.”

Billy let out a small laugh that made him wince. “What else is new.”

Max got up. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well, you’re welcome."

Billy couldn’t leave the house in the evening. Not just because of the bruise, but Neil and Susan were going to some fancy dinner party in the evening and he, as always, was told to babysit the teen who anyway always got out of the house without telling him, causing him just more trouble than he already had. He had totally forgotten to mention it last night when he left Steve’s. He stayed in his room the whole day, came out just to eat when he was told to do so, and went back without a word. He didn’t have anything to say to anyone, because no one really cared even if he did. Neil tried to make a number about that as well, but for once Susan told him to shut it. Maybe even to her her stepson getting beaten up once a day was enough.

When Neil and Susan left, Billy practically ran to the phone to call Steve.

Steve’s phone rang twice before he answered.

“Hi pretty boy, It’s me,” Billy said.

“Hey! What’s up?”

Billy was silent for a while.

“Did you get into trouble?” Steve asked.

Billy’s reply was so quiet that Steve barely heard it. “Yeah.”

Steve felt his insides boiling. “That fucker.” He let out an angry breath.

They were silent for a moment.

“Hey, ah…Neil and Susan are out for the night. I’m stuck with the brat.”

Steve didn’t hesitate. “So…can I come over? Can I get in without her noticing?”

Billy let out a small laugh. “You have no idea how many ways there are to get in.”

“I’m not sure how I should interpret that, but I believe you meant the house,” Steve replied laughing.

Billy couldn’t help but grin and it made him wince. “OK, pretty boy. My window is the second one on the swing side of the house. Just knock on the window.”

Steve parked the BMW to a curb, some distance away from Billy’s house. He walked towards the house and saw a light in two windows on the side he was approaching. One in the living room, one in Billy’s.

Billy saw Steve and opened the window.

As Steve got closer to the window, he saw that Billy’s face had something odd on it, but he couldn’t yet tell how bad it was in the poor lighting.

“C’mon, just get in,” Billy whispered and let Steve climb in.

When Billy closed the window after Steve had climbed in and pulled the curtain down, he turned around. Steve saw that his left cheek was bruised and slightly swollen.

“I’ve had worse,” Billy said when he saw Steve’s horrified expression.

“You've had worse? That’s…your face…” Steve couldn’t find words that would’ve formed a coherent sentence. The sight broke his heart.

Billy’s chin started quivering, and so did Steve’s when he saw that. Steve hugged Billy, and Billy tried to fight back the tears that had started to fall scaringly easily whenever he was with Steve.

“I’m so sorry! It’s my fault,” Steve whispered. “I shouldn’t have let you fall asleep.”

“It’s not your fault that Neil is an asshole,” Billy replied quietly with a cracking voice.

“I’m so sorry, babe, so sorry,” Steve kept saying again and again, hugging Billy tight.

When their sobs finally eased they sat on Billy’s bed.

“What are you going to do on Monday?” Steve asked.

“I’m going to skip a few days until it settles a bit. Then I can say that someone had a shot at me but in the end they lost. Keeps up the appearances.”

Steve grimaced. “That’s so wrong. You should go and show that to someone. To get it on record.”

Billy clenched his jaw. “This is how it works around here. I skip a few days, I say it’s from a fight and life goes on. If I tell anyone, it means just that there'll be another round ahead. I told you I’ve tried everything, alright?” he snapped.

“Do you think he’ll really go after Max if you'd leave?” Steve said quietly after a while.

Billy’s hands clenched into fists. “He shouted at Max, just yesterday. And it was over nothing. I honestly might be the only thing between his fist and her.”

Steve let out a desperate sigh. He finally really understood how impossible the situation was. “Now I really get it.”

“Well, yeah, welcome to my life,” Billy replied grabbing his smokes from his desk and lighting one. He sat back on the bed, leaning on the wall, and pulled his legs up on the bed.

Steve followed the cigarette making its way from Billy’s lips back between his fingers, Billy leaning the hand with the smoke to his knee, letting the smoke out, taking another drag. The smoke from the cigarette lingered around him, enveloping him into a haze.

When Billy was leaning his hand with the smoke on his knee, Steve took the smoke and took a drag.

Billy looked at Steve surprised when he made a smoke ring. “Hey pretty boy, don’t you let my bad behavior rub on you,” he smiled, wincing slightly, and took the smoke back.

“I might not be as well behaved as you think I am,” Steve replied and smirked, moving to sit next to Billy, their thighs touching.

They shared the rest of the cigarette, just sitting there, next to each other in silence.

When Billy had stubbed the cigarette into an ashtray on the nightstand, Steve turned and gently pulled Billy to a kiss.

“Does this hurt?” he asked quietly when they broke the kiss.

“No. Just…try not to touch it.”

“OK, I’ll be gentle,” Steve said and kissed Billy again. While kissing, he slowly pushed Billy laying on the bed beneath him.

Steve is gentle. He traces Billy’s face with his finger from his temple, over the bruise on his cheek, down to his chin carefully, barely touching. He wants to protect Billy, to keep him from this kind of harm ever happening again. He looks Billy in the eyes and Billy feels suddenly naked and ashamed in front of him and turns his gaze away.

“Babe, c’mon, look back at me,” Steve says with the kindest, softest tone Billy has ever heard.

When Billy finally does look back at Steve, Steve smiles. “You’re beautiful,” Steve says. “What Neil’s done to you, never think it’s your fault. And before you start that macho talk how you should be able to end this yourself, because I know you have it already queued to leave your beautiful lips when I give you the slightest chance, I want you to know this: we will work this thing out. Ok? I will help you. You’re not alone anymore.”

Billy wants to stay tough and not to cry again for fuck’s sake hasn’t he already cried his eyes out, but he can’t help a tear falling from his left eye. When it rolls down, it feels as if it hits each and every nerve the cheek has on its way down over the bruise. He hopes oh god he hopes so much that he can trust Steve and that this would be the last time he’d have to go through this. His mind darkens because it's exactly what he has hoped after every other time as well. But this time he has Steve. The light shining into his darkness that makes life worth something again. And he hasn’t felt protected in years, like he now feels with Steve. The thought makes another tear fall, and he winces.

“Babe, what is it?” Steve asks concerned.

“It’s…” Billy takes a deep breath as another tear falls. “Don’t go. Ever.”

Steve’s face softens. “I’m never going anywhere without you,” he whispers back.

They kiss, and the kiss is soft, at first. Steve just brushes Billy’s lips with his, making a small sigh escape from Billy’s mouth. Steve smiles when they look at each other in the eyes. The bruise does nothing to ruin Billy’s gorgeous looks, the dirty blonde hair spreads on the pillow like a halo and his deep blue eyes, the ones Steve has already come to love over just few days, sparkle. A mischievous grin spreads on Billy’s face and he pulls Steve into a kiss. This time it’s deep, and hard, and full of desire.

When Steve groans, Billy laughs quietly. “Quiet! We don’t want her to hear us, do we?”

Steve grins. “Challenge accepted.”

Billy smiles, and kisses Steve again, even harder, despite the pain it causes on his cheek. Soon after he helps Steve pull away his shirt, fast, as if all the time in the world was ending. Between kisses they try to fumble themselves naked as quietly as possible, folding jeans down on the floor so that the belt buckles won’t clink. Billy’s does, he curses, and they both freeze for a moment to listen. Then they can’t help but laugh, and it’s really hard to try to suppress it.

Max came out of her room to take some snack plates back to kitchen. As she passed Billy’s room, she heard a clink, a very clear “Shit!", and clearly two people trying to suppress their laughters. She slowed her steps and listened. Billy laughing like that was rare, he was always too cool for a genuine laughter. She tried to listen some more without actually touching the door, but when she heard nothing, she continued past the room into the kitchen.

“I haven’t done this before,” Steve whispers nervously into Billy’s ear.

“You’ve had sex before. It’s no different,” Billy whispers back, and kisses Steve hard, their tongues touching.

“I want to see your face,” Steve whispers into Billy’s mouth.

Billy opens a small door on the nightstand, and hands Steve a tube of lubricant. “Be generous with that.”

Steve is. He’s gentle, easing himself in slowly and stopping each time Billy winces. Billy nods, and Steve goes a bit deeper only when Billy nods again. Finally he’s all in, making himself groan: “Oh god, you’re so tight.”

Billy takes Steve’s face into his hands and kisses him, then he hushes him: “Shh, be quiet, my pretty boy. Take me.”

Steve obeys, and soon he hears the sound he wants to hear again and again for the rest of the time: Billy groaning his name ever so quietly. It makes him get closer to orgasm really fast, as if he was doing this for the first time - well, in a way he is - and he gasps into Billy’s ear: “I want to do you the same time.” They turn around, Steve entering Billy from behind, and grabbing Billy’s hard cock with his other hand. Billy puts his hand on Steve’s, and in the same pace with Steve’s pushes, Billy helps Steve move his hand up and down on his cock. The pace speeds up, fast, and when Steve comes, Billy isn’t far behind.

They lay on the bed for a while, waiting their breathing to ease back down and cuddling. When their kisses start to get deeper again, they have another round, twice.

Once they were done, they laid tangled on each other, breathing heavily and running on pure dopamine.

“Steve,” Billy whispered between breaths.

“Billy,” Steve replied.

“Shit.”

“What?”

Billy was silent for a while. “I’m so deep.”

“Deep?”

“With you. I’m so deep with you. In the deep end. However you want to put it. I know I shouldn’t say the l-word.." Billy started rambling.

Steve smiled, cupped Billy’s chin gently in his hand and kissed him to shut him off. The kiss was soft, affectionate and loving. When Steve said the words Billy so desperately wanted to hear, it made Billy’s skin ripple on goose flesh: “I’m really deep with you, too.”

Billy felt bare as he laid there on Steve’s arms, nuzzling against his neck, their legs tangled. Steve was his, and he was Steve’s, and nothing would change that.

“Hey, what’s the time?” Steve asked some time later.

Billy had forgotten he had a bruise and as he turned to look at his alarm clock to check the time, his cheek brushed against the pillow, making him wince. “Ouch! Oh, it’s quarter past nine. Neil and Susan get back at ten. Maybe you should start packing.”

“Right,” Steve said. He leaned on his elbow and looked at Billy laying next to him. He didn’t want to go! Billy was beautiful, and Billy was his, and Steve couldn’t help but to kiss him again. He leaned his forehead against Billy’s. “Take another Anvil and keep a bag of ice on it. And we’ll kiss it better again tomorrow, alright?” he whispered smiling.

“If you call what we just did three times ‘kissing it better’, then, yes, please,” Billy smirked.

Max sat in her room’s doorway. The door was ajar so that she would hear when Billy and whoever he had over would come out. She kept the Walkman close by so that she could quickly put the headphones on to keep Billy from suspecting that she was stalking him. Now she heard voices: Billy wincing, most likely because of his bruise, after a while a short laugh that was not Billy’s, and “Bye, love”. After a while, Billy’s door opened. Billy walked to the kitchen wearing just sweatpants and his hair on a knot in the back of his head.

Max couldn’t hold back her curiosity and she went to the kitchen.

Billy was making himself a sandwich. He glanced at her as she sat by the kitchen table. “Want some?”

Max’s eyebrows shot up. “Why?”

“Are you hungry?” Billy asked. “I’m making a sandwich, do you want one? Normal or PB&J?”

The voice was void of snarkiness and it almost sounded friendly.

“Umm…PB&J.”

Billy made her what she asked for and then he sat on the other side of the table to eat. “Did you hear anything?”

“What?”

“I know that you know I had someone over. I asked; did you hear anything?”

Billy’s tone was still even, and incredibly friendly.

“Eh, no,” Max replied shaking her head and took a bite. “Should’ve I?”

“No! Eh, no, no you shouldn’t have,” Billy stuttered.

Max frowned. “Ok then.”

“Just…can we keep it a secret? Between us? That someone was over, I mean.”

Max had so many questions, because now Billy’s behaviour was downright suspicious. He had never before asked her anything when he had had someone over when Neil and mom were out, because he almost always had someone over, a girl or one of his idiot friends. Now he had made her a sandwich, when usually she was left to her own devices when he was in charge of the house. And finally, he was asking her to keep her mouth shut in a way that was way too polite for him. She knew something was up. But she wanted to keep that for herself for now, so she agreed.

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Cat was staring at her reflection with empty eyes. 

She'd woken up to a heavy feeling in her chest, guilt had finally taken over and she'd spent the last two hours pacing inside Harley's bathroom.

"He's dead," Her gaze was hard and determined.

She heard noises behind her, Cat looked through the small gap in the door and saw Harley stretching on the bed. The girl walked back into the room and picked up her clothes, her friend sat up and watched in silence, lost in thought.

"It's late," she said without meeting his eyes, "Kurt will pick me up in a few minutes."

"I'll walk you out," He tossed the sheets away and seized the pair of pants that were laying on the floor.

"Hey," Harley stopped and waited for her to continue. "Last night... last night, er..."

"Happened," He finished.

They looked at each other, Cat snorted and pushed her hair back.

"Yeah... It was interesting."

"Interesting," Harley grabbed a hoodie from the pile of clothes next to the window. "Not what I was hoping to hear after my first time..."

"I can't give you a better answer," She said openly. "I don't have anyone to compare you with."

"Hmm... Interesting will suffice for now. I hope you get better experiences in the future— but at the same time, don't ever get to the conclusion that I was your worst."

"I'm sure I'll have worse, unfortunately," She smiled. "At least you were endearing."

There was a knock on the front door and both teens turned towards the sound, Harley grabbed her sweater.

"Your ride's here."

Cat picked up her backpack and followed him out, Harley let Kurt in.

"Smurf," He nodded casually, walking towards the kitchen. "Want a drink?"

Kurt spotted Copycat, his smile turned into an evil smirk. "How was your night, Mimi? Did you sleep at all?"

"I slept plenty," She responded calmly.

The girl moved towards the door but Harley stopped her.

"Wait!" He seized the pen drive from its place on the coffee table and threw it inside her bag. "Now you can go..."

"Yeah..."

Both of them turned to Kurt and stared with quiet yet impatient gazes.

"Alright," He groaned dramatically. "You have two minutes!"

He patted Harley's shoulder, then winked at her before exiting the house.

"Well... I'm glad I got to know you. I'll have a friend on Earth if I ever decide to come back."

"Look after yourself."

She set one hand on the doorframe and stood on her tiptoes, Harley gave her a short kiss. It was fun, being able to smooch someone just because. She understood now why her classmates wanted to play spin the bottle all the time.

"See you," He whispered.

"Maybe," Cat smiled.

When she made an attempt to walk away, Harley caught her wrist and stopped her one last time.

"Good luck, Copy."

When they arrived at the compound, all of her friends were there: Steve, Nat, Tony, Pepper, Rhodes, Happy, and Pietro. Not exactly beaming with joy, but wanting to wish a safe journey.

Each approached and gave her words of encouragement. Cat was trying not to feel, she was doing pretty well until Pietro walked up to her and handed her his leather jacket.

"I know you hate the smell," He said, "but space is cold and your clothes are all skimpy. Have this..." He also handed her a strange plastic card. "It's full of units."

"Full of what?"

"Funds for space," Pietro explained, "Rocket helped me convert a few of my savings into the currency you'll be using out there."

"There's no need—"

"It wasn't just me," He insisted. "We all put a bit in. Right, guys?"

Copycat hesitated, now she wasn't so sure about leaving. She had all these people on Earth that cared about her, why did she want to flee?

Then she remembered, and the urge to run away overwhelmed her once more.

"Let's go, toddlers!"

The raccoon waved the adults goodbye briefly. Kurt did the same. Cat put on Pietro's jacket without caring about the smell and followed her friends to the ship. Nobody tried to stop her, though part of her secretly wished they had.

Her eyes were fixed on the compound, getting smaller and smaller as they moved upward on the ship. She sat behind Rocket in case she started crying.

"Must be hard for you," Kurt was next to her, he'd been observing her. "You spent years in that place and now you're leaving..."

"It was a year at most," She shrugged, pretending not to care. "The longest I stayed someplace was high school and even then I didn't get to finish. I'm not sad about leaving the compound... I might miss it, though."

"You will," Rocket moved his head a little to look at them. "But they'll miss you more. Give 'em a week before they start calling to ask 'bout you. If we get two callers in one day, I'm blocking their numbers."

Copycat chuckled, she slumped back on her seat, closing her eyes for a moment.

"You should time the calls too," Kurt suggested. "Her boyfriend's bound to contact her and they'll stay on the phone for hours if we don't stop them."

"Harley's not my boyfriend," She said promptly. "We're just friends, I'm not an idiot."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to be lightyears away from Earth for God knows how long! Who knows? I might find someone better in space..."

"Good thinking," Rocket hummed. "But you're not allowed to bring guests, Skrully. You'll have to pay for a room on whichever planet you meet them."

She pulled out her new unit card and smirked. "Got it covered."

"You're not actually letting her run wild, are you?" Kurt asked reluctantly. "She's a kid."

"I don't care what her hobbies are as long as she gets the work done," Rocket dismissed it. "First things firsts, I'm taking you to the Skrulls."

"Today?"

"You wanted to meet your people, I'm taking you to the people. I don't recommend you to get involved with any of them, though. They're intense."

"Okay..."

"I'm not letting you walk away with strangers!" Kurt exclaimed. "What if they kill you to sell your organs?"

"Steal them back and sell for a higher price," She answered unbothered.

Rocket cackled. "Noted."

"We're about to make the jump," Nebula announced. Copycat gave a start, she'd forgotten all about the cyborg's presence on the ship. "Prepare."

"Hang tight, Smurf."

"Why? What does she— FUCK!"

The mutant got thrown back in his seat, it took Cat a long time to stop laughing. When the ship stopped moving, they encountered a breathtaking sight.

"Welcome to space, toddlers," Rocket announced proudly.

"Our child has returned!" One of the eldest Skrulls approached her. "Come, your cousins are waiting..."

"Cousins?" She squeaked.

"You don't think your father was an only child?" The elder said. "This is our family."

Copycat was terrified, and the worst part came right after when Rocket pocked her hip.

"See you in six months."

"What?" Kurt and Cat choked.

"They're gonna train you, I already made the arrangements."

"I'm staying?" Her eyes widened. "For six months?"

"You heard the old guy, you got lots of families to meet," Rocket elbowed Kurt's thigh. "Let's go."

"I can't leave her—"

"Don't be stupid."

"This planet is full of strangers!"

"Hey!" Rocket jumped and seized Nightcrawler by the neck of his jacket. "Don't be a crybaby!"

Kurt looked at her with worry, he didn't push Rocket away from his neck. "Mimi..."

"I-I'll be fine," she said, although her voice came out wobbly. "I can always call if something happens, right?"

Rocket let go of Kurt and jumped back to the ground. "I can't promise we'll answer, but yeah."

She gulped. "Great."

The raccoon walked up to her and beckoned her to get closer, she knelt. "Listen, these folks were looking forward to this— You wanted to know more about your origins, right?"

"Yes."

"They'll teach you. Don't waste their time."

"Okay."

"Good kid," He patted her cheek. "Let's go, mini Gamora."

"That's not my name," Kurt made a face.

"How about Blue Gamora? Gamora Junior?"

"Nightcrawler!" The young mutant hissed. "Mimi, are you sure about this?"

She looked back at the eager faces behind her, curiosity won in the end.

"I'll be fine."

"Keep us updated?"

She tried to smile but it came out as a grimace. "I'll see you soon, Smurf."

Her father's real name was impossible to pronounce for her poor half-human tongue. Luckily enough, her father's sister, Soren, knew the name he'd adopted on Earth: John Maxwell.

Skrulls didn't have pictures, but they had far more advanced tech that she was quick to inspect, she walked around and asked about everything.

"The Guardian Rocket said a few things about your life," An old Skrull told her gravely. "Humans are cruel with the ones they don't understand. We can become anyone and anything, we are one with the universe. We see you."

"You're safe now," Soren squeezed her hand.

"That's nice," Cat said politely. "I think... I should make my intentions clear. I won't stay once my training's over. I left Earth because I wanted to travel, I wanted to visit as many planets as possible."

Soren nodded. "Don't worry, child. Your loyalty lies somewhere else, but you'll be welcomed here if you decide to return one day."

"Thank you. So... when will I start my training?"

The lady Skrull laughed at her question.

"Very soon, but first, I'll introduce you to my husband."

"They didn't want you to be a shapeshifter?"

"They wanted me to be a shapeshifter," She corrected. "They didn't want me to be too good at it."

Talos moved away after examining her scar, she straightened on her seat and looked up at him.

"We can fix this, but it may be hard to get used to."

"What d'you mean?"

"A few transfusions and your body will heal," He explained. "Captain Vers had something similar done to her. We'll replace your blood with ours, your body will be feverish for a while, but eventually, it'll regenerate. Your scars will vanish, and your brain will be whole once more. You may not get your memories back, but you'll be healthy again."

"Let's do it!" She said with resolve. "I can take it."

Talos nodded. "It is best to start as soon as possible, you won't be here for long."

"Can I ask you why you are so eager to help?"

Soren and Talos shared a look.

"Our people have been mistreated for a long time, and we don't evolve the same way others do. If we don't adapt, we'll be forgotten. You are the hope we've been missing for decades."

She blushed. "I'm not sure I'm worth it..."

"It's not something you earn," Soren held her chin gently. "You exist, and that's enough. You'll make us proud no matter how you use your skills."

"We want you to meet our girl," Talos added. "She'll be training with you."

"I've never had a real family before, this is strange..."

She felt a little guilty after saying it. After all, hadn't she told Pietro they were siblings? She was starting to question which details of her life had been genuine and which she'd simulated to prosper.

"The procedure is simple," Talos held up the thin plastic tube attached to her arm. "While we're draining you from one side, this will enter from the other," He pointed at his wife's forearm. "Your father's blood. If we succeed, you'll be good as new in two days."

"And if we don't?"

"That won't happen."

"Then why did you say 'if'?"

"It's just an expression."

"You're lying."

"My dad's being dramatic," Her cousin intervened. "Nothing will happen to you."

She laid back on the fluffy bed they'd prepared for her.

"I trust you," She sighed heavily. "Not like I'll be sad if I die..."

"No one's going to die," Talos placed a hand on her forehead. "You'll be reborn."

Soren said it was probably thanks to her young body that the blood was acting faster than expected.

"C-Can't you just put me to sleep?"

"We need you to be conscious in case something goes wrong, otherwise we wouldn't notice on time."

"I don't like this," She shivered. "I never get sick... it's unnatural..."

"You're not sick," Her cousin eased her. "Father said you'd feel weak at first, that's all."

"Your body is trying to get used to the changes," Soren explained. "The Skrull parts in you have been overly dormant since they hurt you."

She stuttered aggressively, Cat clenched her jaw. "T-this better b-be worth it-t!"

Soren pushed the hair out of her face. "V, bring me a cold rag..."

The young Skrull left the room. Copycat's mind entered a fussy state soon after.

It'd been a whole day since Cat had fallen unconscious. Soren was next to the bed, she was half asleep, Pietro's leather jacket was on her lap.

At first, it was too quiet for her to notice, but soon the woman realized her niece was making a sound. She was growling.

"Copycat?"

The girl moved her head slightly, her mouth was twisting as if she were about to speak. Soren cupped her face, Cat's claws pierced the mattress in a sudden motion.

"Wake up!"

The girl's eyes snapped open, revealing a pair of bright purple irises.

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Sport

Billy Loomis x Plus size!reader x Stu Macher x Plus!size reader

Word Count: 1871 words

Warnings: Usual horror warning stuff. 

Summary: The reader starting a friendship with Casey Becker for a bit in order to start off the whole murder thing

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You never really wanted to be her friend.

There was nothing wrong with Casey Becker, of course, but you didn’t care too much for anyone in Woodsboro. Aside from Billy and Stu, you sort of saw the rest of them as a sort of inconvenience, but that didn’t mean you weren’t a team player.

The plan you and your boys were taking on was nearly a year in the making, and whatever it was you had to do to make it go off without a hitch, you would do. Even if that meant playing nice with someone you couldn’t have found more dull.

Which was exactly why you were here in the first place.

You each had a role to play in this whole thing. Billy had a handle on Sydney, Stu managed most of the business with Tatum, and you were in charge of figuring out everything with Casey Becker.

To start off a murder spree like you had planned, you couldn’t just jump right into it with the main focus of your anger, or so Billy had informed you. This all had to go according to his plan and to lead up to the main event, and Casey was the perfect ice breaker.

Stu hated her, Billy hated everyone, and it didn’t hurt that Steve Oris had been added in there at some point, who made you increasingly uncomfortable.

It just worked out that way, but you had to find a way to get in and get information, which they guys just couldn’t get. Billy approaching her out of nowhere would be too suspicious, and she and Stu didn’t get along.

That was why it had to be you.

After Marleen Prescott’s death, you had plenty of time to get on her good side without putting yourself in a place where you would ever be a suspect. If nothing else, after the deed was done, you could play the heartbroken best friend.

No one would ever put the pieces together, but you got all you needed. Casey trusted you, she cared about you, and that meant you knew everything that was going on in her life. That included, among quite a bit of other crap, when her parents would be home, when they wouldn’t, and what she would be doing with Steve.

She never had a prayer, not after you started that conversation with her at school.

...And after all this time, tonight was the night.

You made your way to the house, as you had pretty often at this point in your friendship without anything out of the ordinary. Anyone looking in would have just seen two best friends, ready to hang out and have a good time, though the truth was far more sinister.

Somewhere, headed this way was Steve Oris undoubtedly going to meet up with Stu and Billy before getting anywhere near his girlfriend tonight.

Not that you were going to get off easy just because time was ticking down for them. You still had to finish this whole thing out strong, even if there was a little bit of wiggle room.

No matter what happened, Casey wasn’t getting out of her alive, but just because you could loosen up a little didn’t mean you could be reckless. You still had plenty of time to kill, and the night was far from over.

After all, you had just knocked on her front door.

“Open the door” you called, knocking a few times on her front door. You were friends, best friends in her eyes, but you had become so in the perfect way.

No one would even know you were here, with the only person familiar with you being Casey, who wouldn’t live to incriminate you.

“I thought I told you that Steve and I were hanging out tonight, I’m just waiting for him to get here” she hummed, opening the door with an almost apologetic look on her face. She had told you, of course, but you didn’t care.

You knew something that she didn’t.

“I’ll just keep you company till he shows up, besides, I brought ice cream” you tried, presenting the bag to her as proof that you had really just come to hang out with her. It was her all time favorite flavor, cookies and cream, which you knew she couldn’t turn down.

So, she let you in.

You followed her into the house, closing the door behind you, though you decided to leave it unlocked. It was a casual action, one that the blonde didn’t even notice as she made her way into the kitchen, intent on putting on some popcorn.

She still had a movie night planned with Steve, after all.

You were casual as you moved through the foyer of the house, just barely catching a glimpse of Billy in one of the far windows. Clearly, Steve would be a little preoccupied, or at least, far too busy for popcorn, .

“I guess I should just put the ice cream in the freezer” you decided, talking more to yourself than anything as you passed behind her, opening the door casually. You had been here enough times before to know what you were doing.

In fact, you were almost sure that not even Casey knew this house as well as you did. You had been doing extensive research over it, all these months, keeping track of what was where and who would be in the house on certain nights of the week.

You were good at this, lying and all that.

So good that you didn’t even flinch when you heard the phone start ringing on the hook, which Casey was quick to retrieve all the way in the living room. All you could do was stand still for a moment, doing your best to listen in to figure out who was on the other line.

She spoke for a few moments before hanging up, and when it rang a second time, you knew for sure who it was.

It was happening.

There was a noticeable change in the space after she picked the phone up a second time, with the air growing more and more still with each breath she took. Clearly, something was wrong and while you briefly considered to act concerned, you abandoned that quickly.

Keeping up appearances wouldn’t matter now.

“Boo”

The blonde jumped, understandably given the circumstances, when you spoke behind her. Between the things Billy was muttering through the phone and the fact that Steve still wasn’t here, she was stressing herself out.

“Who’s on the phone?” you mouthed, holding your hand up to your face like a mock phone. Something had changed in your demeanor since how you were before and this moment but she didn’t even have time to process it.

Too much was happening at once.

When she didn’t answer, you couldn’t help but sigh, plopping down against the armchair in her living room. After all this time, this was what you were doing this for? You just had to sit back and watch her pace around.

It was hardly the excitement Billy had promised you.

Gingerly, you leaned back to stretch the muscles in your back, your arms over your head for a moment. Glancing behind you, there was just enough of the patio visible to you for you to catch a bit of something there in the darkness but you couldn’t make it out.

Not that you had to be a rocket scientist to figure it out.

By the time Casey caught on though, there was screaming and begging and freaking out going on which made it a little difficult to relax.

“We have to get out of here” she decided, under her breath, the sicko on the phone still occupying most of her attention. The blonde was in a full panic, and had yet to connect the dots, fairly assuming you had no part in this.

Though, as soon as she said it, Casey noticed that you didn’t seem even a bit concerned by what was happening.

Something was wrong with you.

All at once, she went through several possibilities. She thought that maybe you were in shock, still a little lost over what was going down over the phone, or that maybe you just weren’t the kind to panic.

...but the truth was obvious.

You clearly weren’t surprised by this.

Then, before she could really come to any real conclusion, you grinned, standing from your place and walking across the room. You didn’t stop until you reached the patio doors, allowing yourself to gaze out into the darkness for a moment before flicking on the light.

Billy was still spouting horrors into her ear, but the girl could only focus on you, trying to figure out what was happening. Though, she didn’t get very far before even more panic set in. Evidently, he’d asked her his first question, and she’d gotten it wrong.

Of course she had.

All in all, it was a trick. Stu had come up with it, knowing that only real horror buffs like the three of you could really answer it. The added panic only served to guarantee that she’d get it wrong, not that any of that even mattered.

Once she spoke his name, “Jason”, you flicked the light off again, waiting for the auditory cue from Billy to turn it back on. Of course, when you did, Steve’s insides were splayed all over the pavement, dripping out of him like wax onto a birthday cake.

“You lost, you know the rules” you shrugged, turning around carelessly toward the kitchen.

“You smell burning?” you asked, briefly taking note of the fire that had started on the stovetop, long forgotten between Casey answering the phone, and Steve’s untimely death. At this point, she was a blubbering mess, which couldn’t have been more boring.

Surely your job here was done.

“Hey Cas? I think the front door is unlocked, you should probably go check that” you teased, taking the phone from the girl, and sitting back down in the chair you’d previously been in, as she scrambled in that direction.

It wouldn’t have mattered how quickly she went, as Stu was surely already in the house, but that didn’t phase you either. In truth, the actual killing was of no interest to you at all.

That was really where the boys came in.

You just liked the sport of it all.

“How’d I do?” you asked, casually placing the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you made your way out the broken patio door, which had gotten shattered shortly after Steve took his final breath.

You were careful to avoid the glass, making quick strides of it as you listened to Billy breathing into the phone. He didn’t answer you, of course, with Casey having gotten outside at some point, making him her problem but you didn’t mind.

You just kept walking until you found a nice little tree swing on the other side of the yard to sit in while you waited. They would be done soon enough anyway, and then you could go home and get a shower or something.

Maybe you’d even give Sidney a call for an alibi.

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