#referenced Billy Hargrove

[skyjynxart]

another forgotten sketch of my boy!! 

#Honestly can’t say which scene I was referencing cause this is from a page of studies I was doing?? #Please tell me you know these are kinda old now and my memory is a bane 😭 #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanart #stranger things billy #stranger things #stranger things fanart #sthings #sthings fanart #my art

[imsodishy]

thoughts currently making me go bananas: the pool scene? the red bathing suit scene? the scene the duffers are so damn hot for that they directly reference it three goddamn times? the original scene in fast times? It's a fucking fantasy sequence.

It is literally a masturbatory fantasy of Brad's about Linda. That's not the real her! It 👏 is 👏 imaginary 👏!

Now do a think there's a snowball's chance in hell that the duffers did that on purpose to indicate that the Billy at the pool is performing and the version of him that exists there is not the real him and is in fact intentionally a sexual fantasy?

No, of course not... But he is! That is exactly what is happening!

#billy hargrove #i truly cannot believe that the duffers have referenced that scene 3 fucking times #like we get it. you jacked off to phoebe cates in the 80. i wish we didn't get it but we do #the duffers are bad writers #cannot stress enough that there's no way they did that on purpose #but that does not make it less fucking true

[pendinganchor]

i’m just minding my own business looking for a clip from stranger things via googling cause i don’t wanna deal with trying to find it in the episode on netflix and somehow i end up on billy’s mom’s wiki page and i’m sorry what

did i fucking miss something???????????

#billy is abusive because he *checks notes* grabbed his sister’s are while she wasn’t listening to him #arm* #which by the way she later referenced by saying he’d never done anything like that before #‘billy is verbally abusive!!’ wah wah ‘he yelled at her!!’ #babe you wanna know something crazy #she yelled at him just as much so by that logic max is also verbally abusive #when the fuck does billy blame max for his mother leaving?? #is this runaway max bullshit #or did whoever wrote this pull it out of their ass #billy hargrove’s mother #billy hargrove #max mayfield #stranger things #userkarson

[chrisbitchtree]

The One With the Hurt and the Comfort

Harringrove Week Day 4

Prompt - 2am Conversations

1k

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Steve was pretty sure that he would never, as long as he lived, get over the beauty that was Billy Hargrove. He watched the other boy, his face illuminated in the moonlight as he sat, perched on the corner of his dresser, as he took one last long drag off his cigarette and blew the smoke out the window into the night.

His motions were graceful like a cat as he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray he kept on the dressed and hopped down, making his way over to where Steve laid the bed, curled up on his side, his had pillowed by his hands. He laid down beside Steve, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dark of the corner after looking out into the lighter yard.

Steve could see Billy clearly, which meant that he could also see the bruise covering the left side of his face, already blooming dark red where his father had used him as a punching bag that evening. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but it didn’t mean that it didn’t make Steve’s stomach churn. He hoped there was never a time where he got used to it, or less worried about Billy when he saw him like this. He reached out his hand, stroking lightly over the tender flesh, careful not to press. Billy closed his eyes, his long eyelashes fanning out over his cheeks as he leaned into the touch, even as he let out a slight hiss of pain.

Steve glanced at the clock that was visible behind Billy’s head. It was 2am, but he found he didn’t feel tired at all. He’d gotten used to being up so late, visiting the other boy under the cover of darkness on the nights Billy hadn’t been granted passage to Steve’s, at best, his car keys confiscated, and at worse, his bedroom locked from the outside, leaving Billy with no access to the outside world.

He would park three blocks away, no matter how cold it was, then walk the rest of the way to Billy’s, appearing silently at his window, long after he assumed Neil had gone to sleep. More than once, Billy had had to turn him away, because he could hear his father rummaging around in the fridge, probably looking for a beer, or using the washroom, which was right next to Billy’s room.

On those nights, Steve would turn around, defeated, wishing he could whisk Billy away, out of this world of pain and misery that he was trapped in for the foreseeable future. He’d begged the other boy to talk to Hopper, to no avail. “You don’t understand how much worse it would be if I tried to leave,” he would say, sighing.

He was right, Steve didn’t understand, not completely. There was no way he could. His father was an asshole, but he had nothing on Neil Hargrove, a monster walking amongst them, tricking everyone from the school principal to the clerk at the grocery store that he was an upstanding citizen. But they didn’t get a peek behind closed doors like Steve did, a look at the horrors within 4819 Cherry Lane.

Steve was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice at first that Billy was crying, silent sobs wracking his body. Steve wrapped his arms around the other boy, stroking his hair, soothing him as the tears flowed after being held back for hours. His shirt was soaking wet, and was probably smeared with Billy’s blood, but a ruined shirt was a small price to pay to make sure that Billy felt safe and cared for.

“I’m so sorry, Steve, I’m so sorry,” he hiccoughed out quietly, clenching Steve’s shirt in his fists.

Steve immediately knew what he was talking about. That afternoon, after months of want, of pining over his best friend like a lovesick puppy, Steve had asked Billy out. He’d held out as long as he could, trying to be there for Billy as the friend he knew the other boy so desperately needed, but that afternoon, as he sat behind Billy in English, something had snapped inside Steve, leaving him unable to go another second without letting Billy know how he felt.

He'd asked Billy to talk in his car for a minute, after telling Max to wait at the Camaro. She’d readily agreed, happy to have five more minutes with Lucas.

He’d taken Billy’s hand in his own, butterflies fluttering in his stomach, and asked him if he could take him out to the movies that Friday.

Billy had let him down as gently as he could. “I’m sorry, Steve, but I can’t. If he ever found out, it would be the end of both of us. I’d like to, someday, but that can’t happen right now.”

Steve had almost wished that Billy had just flat out refused. It was harder knowing he wanted this, but that it just wasn’t their time.

“I’ll wait as long as I have to, I promise,” he’d replied, trying to be strong, even as his heart was breaking in two.

Now, he rocked Billy in his arms as he broke down, the way he told Steve he only did when Steve was around to carry the emotional load for a little while. “It’s ok, Billy, we’ll be ok. It won’t always be like this. Someday I’ll get to tell anyone that’ll listen that the blonde hottie is all mine.”

“I want that, I want that so bad, Stevie,” Billy replied, wiping the snot off his face with his arm. If anyone else had done that in front of him, Steve would have been disgusted, but with Billy, it was endearing, just like everything else about him. “I’d leave right now if I could.” He collapsed back into tears, muttering again that he was sorry.

“I know, Billy, I know. I know you would. But you’re brave and strong, we both are. We’re going to get through this and someday, someday soon, it’ll be our time. For now, just try to get some sleep, ok?”

Billy nodded, burrowing in further to Steve’s warmth.

Steve held him as he slept, hoping that he could keep his promises to the boy he loved so much.

#harringroveweek #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #my fic #chrisbitchtree writes #hurt/comfort #harringrove fic #tw abuse #tw referenced abuse

[metalheadcowboy]

"Stupid piece of shit, son of a bitch!" Billy cursed, kicking the underside of the front bumper of Neil's old beat up Ford F-350, "Fuckin' thing cain't a lasted a few more miles?"

Steve swung the passengers side door shut, boots clicking as he walked around to see the damage, "Ya act like the thing's brand new, Bill, hell, pretty sure it ain't even run right when it was." His hands hung low on his hips, as he examined under the hood. Didn't take an expert to see the problem given the short plumes of smoke and the strong smell of oil. If Steve were thinking about it any harder he would have had half a mind to back away, but he never was much of a thinker.

Billy wiped the sweat off of his brow, wishing now more than ever that he had worn his hat, "Well, it made it this long, didn't it?" he snapped, throwing his hands dramatically up in the air before shaking his head matter-a-factly. Steve just sighed, looking down the road both way, nothing in sight but asphalt, mountains, and dead Timothy grass. He did have a point, but the truck was bound to give out any day now. Of course it had to choose this day at this time.

"What'm I 'sposed to tell 'm, Steve?" the blonde boy questioned, still faced the other way. Steve could sense a certain vulnerability in the younger teens voice, something raw, something scared that pained him to the core.

Steve licked his lips, taking a short step forwards, "The truth," he spoke softly, letting his hand escape the sharp jut of his own hip to the sweaty expanse of the back of Billy's neck, thumbing at fresh cut curls. And for the first time that day he seemed to actually relax, tense muscles going lax at the tender contact.

Gently, Steve massaged, calloused fingers digging into soft flesh. Billy let out a soft grunt, "Ain't gonna believe me no way, Rodeo," he all but whispered, letting his head lull forwards, small smile cracking the brunettes hard expression.

"He'll have to," Steve rebutted, hand trailing up to brush through Billy's matted caramel curls, "Can't deny the fried engine 'r the smell'a gas can 'e?" He did have a point there, but the shorter teen was smarter than that, and knew his dad a hell of a lot better.

Billy only let his head hang for another minute before bringing it back to its original upright position, "Can 'f he pleases," he mumbled solemnly. Steve knew he was right, if there was one trait that topped bastard when it came to that Neil it was stubbornness. He let his hand fall back to his side with another defeated huff. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was somehow his fault, part of the punishment from God his parents went on about when they first found out he was queer. Maybe he should be on his hands and knees thanking the man upstairs that he wasn't burst into smithereens instead.

Steve gave Billy a hearty smack in the center of his back, "Buck up, cowboy, least we ain't gotta worry 'bout him for a few hours," he encouraged, looking on the bright side.

" 'N what're we supposed to do in the meantime, sit here 'n look pretty?" Billy retorted, sensing the amusement in Steve's sparkling brown eyes.

A sly smirk spread across Steve's face, "Think you had that down a while ago, fella," he remarked with a proud grin, one that billy couldn't help but give a half a smile to himself.

"You're so full a it, Harrington," Billy rolled his eyes, "Ain't better 'n no school girl."

Steve chuckled lightly, "Maybe not," he gave in, not having the will in him right now to fight against Billy comparing him to a girl. After a few seconds he sauntered to the tail end of the Ford in defeat, letting down the tailgate before giving himself a less than graceful hop up to sit on the bed.

"You really just gon' sit there?" Billy asked in surprise.

Steve turned his torso to look back at him, "I mean, what else 's there ta do, Billy? Not like we c'n call somebody to come 'n get us. So, we'll just hav'ta wait for the next car 'a pass." Billy didn't seem too fond of this idea, scowling at the brunette from his spot near the front of the truck.

"That could be hours, we don't got that kinda time, 'sposed ta be pickin' up the feed at two," he complained, scratching at the side of his jaw.

Steve shrugged, "They'll just hav'ta hold it, then. Ain't no fault'a ours." He was surprised when his counterpart had no further arguments, but was even more surprised when Billy walked around the side of the truck to join him. Steve made sure to keep his distance, already daring to touch once, not feeling like testing the waters twice.

But he could see the wheels turning in Billy's head, the gears shifting as he surely thought about what was waiting for him when he got home with no feed and not truck. Steve knew he'd get it too, but not as bad, never as bad. If history repeated itself he'd just get a stern talking to, the sloppy seconds of Billy's shiner and split lip.

Steve had gotten so lost in thought that when he felt a pinky nudging at his own it made him nearly jump out of his skin. He looked over at Billy, but didn't spare more than a glance before turning back, not wanting to fuck it up. Gently he lifted his pinky, half shaking, and wrapped it over the younger teens own with care.

There it was again, the contempt sigh and shrinking shoulders of shed tension from Billy that made the knot in Steve's stomach feel a little looser. In one swift motion Steve took the dark brown hat off of his head and placed it on Billy's, giving it a good push down before letting go again, all without looking over. In his peripheral he swore he could see a smile, the quick flash fo pearly white teeth that shone like sunshine between delicate pink lips.

And for a second, even if just for one second, he felt like everything might work out alright.

#not the fic but a side thought I had while writing #as you can tall I'm very easily distracted #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #Harringrove #Stranger Things #Western AU #🐎💔 #referenced child abuse

[cavinginhisfvce]

just a lil snippet of a one-shot im working on. :D it'll be harringrove, obviously. it's gonna be angst, since that's my brand, but it'll have a good ending for billy and steve <3

(might try to throw in some implied future harringroveson)

#billy antis dni #billy hargrove #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove protection squad #harringrove #eventually #harringroveson in the future #snippet #billy hargrove fanfiction #harringrove fanfiction #fic snippet #tw: implied drugging #tw: implied/referenced abuse

[billyharringson]

So I've written the first chapter of a new multi-chaptered fic because apparently I'm not stressed enough with all of my unfinished fics. On the plus side this is a fill for both the @harringroveson-bingo and the @billyhargrovebingo

Square(s): C3 - Poker Night, A3 - Pirate AU

Rating: explicit

Ship: Harringroveson

Additional tags: Alternate Universe, Pirates, Pirate AU, Stripping, Strip Poker, Knife Play, kind of, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Blood and Injury, Aged-Up Character(s), Age Difference, Mildly Dubious Consent, Branding, Light Dom/sub, Possessive Steve Harrington, Possessive Eddie Munson, Top Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Billy Hargrove, Bottom Eddie Munson, Ownership, Pirate Captain Steve Harrington, First Mate Eddie Munson

Summary: William Hargrove was drafted into one the most notorious pirate crews on the seven seas after his father sold him to settle his debts. He had been prepared for his captain 'King Stephen' to either kill him or sell him on but instead he was accepted into the crew without question. Now he's rethinking whether or not that was a good thing when he is invited to the Captains chambers for an 'unusual' game.

AO3:

#billy hargrove #stranger things #fanfic #steve harrington #harringrove #eddie munson #mungrove #harringroveson bingo #harringroveson #billy hargrove bingo #implied/referenced child abuse #implied/referenced unseen character death #blood and injury #knives #age difference #mildly dubious consent #branding

[buckysgrace]

Midnight Hours

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Billy suggests a game for the two of you to play.

Requested and brainstormed with my beloved @Billysbot, I hope you enjoy!!

Content warning: Includes established CNC (consensual - non consent), spitting, light knife play, some cockwarming and forced orgasms.

Please don't read unless you're comfortable!!

“You look so pretty,” Billy mumbled against the curve of your neck as he gently placed a kiss along your skin. You squirmed again, beginning to whine again before he was tightly gripping your hips to stop you, “Relax. Just enjoy my cock.” He spoke, nearly sounding forceful as he tried to keep you from wiggling your hips. 

“Can’t,” You mumbled, desperate to try and grind your hips back against him. His cock was throbbing inside of your cunt just enough for you to know he wanted you just as badly, “I want you to fuck me.” You turned to face him, feeling yourself beginning to beg. You pouted out your lips, hoping that it would be enough to convince him. 

“Greedy whore,” Billy responded as he squeezed your hips, looking unbothered as ever, “How about we play a little game?” He asked slowly, his hands beginning to dip between your thighs. You gaped, feeling your clit throb in anticipation.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head in agreement, knowing you’d do whatever he asked as long as you got to feel his cock moving inside of you, “What do you have in mind?” You agreed, watching as an amused glint formed in his eyes. 

“You’ll see,” He promised as he moved his mouth forward and gently began to pepper kisses along your neck, “Just be a good girl for me.” He squeezed your curves gently, drawing a soft moan from your lips.

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You awoke to the sound of footsteps. 

You moved quickly from your bed, kicking off your blankets and turning on your lamp. You felt your heart hammering in your chest as you rested on the edge of the bed, unsure of what you were supposed to do. You had gifted your boyfriend a key, but the way the footsteps sounded didn’t remind you of him.

Your breath caught in your chest as your doorknob slowly twisted, then was pushed open with a long creak. You stared as the darkness from the hallway filled your room. You blinked hard, trying to make out any shapes as he stepped inside.

“Billy?” You blinked quickly, feeling disbelief spread through you as you stood from your bed, “What are you doing here?” You asked him quickly, knowing that he was the last person you wanted in your room. You feared what would happen if your boyfriend came and saw you with him. Billy grinned, his smile beginning to light up your dark apartment as he took a step forward and closed the door behind him. You watched, suddenly feeling as if you were trapped.

“I just came to see my favorite girl,” He stepped closer to you, close enough that you found yourself backing against the wall, “Is there a problem?” He tilted his head, mocking your own confusion as you stared towards him. You felt your mouth open then shut again, unsure of what you were supposed to say. 

“Yeah,” You told him quickly as you finally found your words, “I’m not your girl anymore. You need to leave. Seriously, how did you even get in?” You asked, beginning to feel irritated from being woken up in the middle of the night. You sighed, pushing the sleeves of your long shirt up your arms. Billy’s eyes flashed as he looked you over, his own annoyance showing on his features. 

“Is this his?” He referenced the shirt you wore, his fingers brushing down the front of it. Your breath hitched in your throat as you recognized the look of jealousy and mischief. Still, underneath his touch you could feel your nipples hardening.

“Billy,” You breathed out quickly as you shook your head, “This isn’t funny. You need to leave.” You tried to sound more stern, more forceful so he’d understand just how serious you were. You didn’t like where his actions were leading. 

“Oh? I need to leave? I didn’t think you’d be such a little bitch. Here I am, trying to make amends and you’re too busy being a cunt to care.” Billy spit out angrily, obviously not caring what you had to say. He leaned closer to you, his anger spreading into the room as you tried to compose yourself once again. 

“I’m sorry,” You told him quickly, knowing how quickly his anger could expand, “I’m just tired. Can’t we talk about this tomorrow?” He grinned from ear to ear, lust shining deep within his blue eyes.

“I wanna talk about this now,” You were shaking your head, frustration building inside of you. His eyes snapped back up to yours before his hands were on the collar of your shirt, tugging on it effortlessly as it tore in his grip. He was shoving it off of your shoulders roughly, your pleas falling on deaf ears as you tried to cover your boobs. His hands were on your waist suddenly, lifting you up high in the air. A gasp left your mouth as you kicked and squirmed, protests leaving your mouth before you were roughly thrown onto your mattress. You gaped as your pillows bounced onto the floor, “It’ll be just like old times.”

“Stop,” You were shaking your head, your hands pressed over your boobs to cover yourself, “I’m with someone else now, we’re over.” You tried to remind him, hoping that he would stop once he came to his senses.

“Like that scrawny boy could treat you good,” Billy smirked, rubbing his fingers down your body, “Don’t I always treat you good?” He asked as his fingers moved to the hem of your panties. You breathed out hard, remembering the good times you had together. That was a long time ago, forgotten just like your favorite dreams.

“I don’t want it.” Tears were forming in your eyes as he yanked your panties down from your thighs so harshly that his rings dragged against your skin. You wailed, trying to kick at him before he was roughly gripping your knees and spreading you far apart. Your heart beat harshly in your chest as his blue eyes looked down upon your wet cunt. He grinned from ear to ear as he took one hand and dragged it along your wet folds. “Look at this,” He hummed, making a show as he rubbed your slick between his thick fingers, “I think you’re a fucking liar.” Your body reacted differently than your mind, your hips jerking up towards him. You moaned, your body warming in humiliation. He smirked at the sound, looking rather pleased with himself as he settled between your legs. 

“Bil-,” You were quiet, your words faltering at the sound of his pocketknife opening. It gleamed in the moonlight, reflecting the lust that was shining in his darkened eyes, “Please don’t.” You mumbled instead, still trying to encourage him that it was okay to stop. He didn’t have to go through with this. He could leave you alone and you would forget that he had ever come. 

Billy dragged the smooth side of the knife down your soft skin, bringing forth a trail of goosebumps. You were breathing slower, too afraid that he would poke you if your chest fully rose to take a deep breath. He was watching you with a cocky grin

“Should I carve my name into you?” He tilted his head as he spoke, pouting his lips out softly to mock the sound that left your lips,  “Let everyone know who you truly belong to?” He inquired, waiting for you to answer seriously. “No.” You told him quickly, your lungs feeling as if they were filled with ice. Billy’s grin grew as he watched you, just barely pressing the tip of the knife against your bare skin. You were suddenly afraid to breathe in case he impaled you. 

“Why not?” He tilted his head, looking serious as he spoke. You felt your heart clenching together tightly as fear tightened inside of your stomach. You gulped hard, feeling tears forming in the corner of your eyes. 

“Please,” You were begging, crying softly, “It’ll hurt. I’ll do anything, please.” You nodded your head reassuringly, knowing that anything was better than feeling his blade pressing into your skin.

“You’ll do anything?” He looked at you seriously, slowly trailing the knife across your abdomen again. You tried to press yourself deeper into the mattress, wishing you could wiggle away from him. 

You nodded your head, sniffling to keep your tears hidden away.

“Do you want my cock?” He questioned, looking at you with hungry eyes. You froze, blinking a few times as you tried to process his words. His features turned irritated, “Okay then.” He pointed the sharp side against your skin, just barely beginning to apply pressure to your skin. You whimpered, shaking your head desperately to make him stop. 

“Yes!” You shouted hoarsely, blinking away your tears, “I want your cock, Billy. So bad. Just please, put the knife away.” He paused for a moment before he dragged it back along your skin. He hummed softly, circling the blade along your right nipple.

“You’ll be a good girl for me?” He asked, looking down intensely at the way your nipple was hardening against the cold, gleaming knife. 

“Yes,” You told him quickly, nodding your head urgently as he pressed the blade against your hard nipple, “I’ll be so good for you, Billy. Please, please just put the knife down.” Your cheeks were raw from crying and you were doing your best to keep from inhaling too deeply, fearing that the motions may cause Billy to cut you. He flicked his tongue across his lips before he smirked.

“Good,” Billy drew out softly as he slowly put the knife back down. You inhaled sharply for the first time, feeling a bit relieved that it was out of sight, “I knew you’d be reasonable.” He told you softly as his hands began to travel up the curve of your hips. You exhaled deeply, feeling shivers beginning to travel up your body. 

You were too afraid to say anything else in case Billy tried to pull the knife out on you again. You shook as he spread your legs again and his hands wandered against the curve of your thighs. He squeezed softly, his blue eyes even darker as he examined your wet cunt. His fingertips brushed against your pussy again and he sighed deeply as he rubbed his finger in slow circles against your clit.

“Billy,” Your body jolted from the sensation and you tried to press your thighs together before he was quickly holding them apart again. You gripped your fingers together tightly, forming a tight fist as Billy’s finger dipped from your folds and into your wet cunt. You whimpered at the feeling of his thick finger inside of you, shame burning inside of your chest at the way he laughed, “Please.” You weren’t sure what you were asking of him. Whether you were begging for him to stop or to continue. Your mind was reacting differently than your body was. 

He slowly thrusted his finger inside of you, a small sound of pleasure leaving his lips as he watched the way you engulfed his digit. You felt your body twitching, trying to urge you closer to him as he slowly moved his finger in your wet cunt as his thumb played with your clit. You blinked hard as you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to control the pleasure that was forming deep inside of you. 

“Such a dirty little girl,” Billy tsked as he curled two fingers inside of your wet cunt, “Look at you, grinding against my fingers like a little bitch,” He grinned mischievously at you, watching the way you tried to hide your face in shame. You bit down on your forearm, trying to keep your moans hidden away from him. He was right though, your hips were grinding against his fingers with a sudden urgency as if he hadn’t just had a knife to your skin.

You kept your eyes away from him, staring at the wall in the corner of your room as if you could pretend that he was someone else right now. His fingers curled deep inside of you, pressing against the area that left your thighs trembling. You jerked against him, arching your hips to meet his thrusting digits. He chuckled, his eyes glued to your body as he finger fucked you.

You could feel your clit beginning to throb as Billy continued to slowly tease you, drawing out the sweetest sounds from your lips as you kept trying to muffle them. His fingers were so thick, pressing so deeply inside of you that you feared you wouldn’t make it. You didn’t want to cum for him, you didn’t want him to think that he could have you that easily. 

“Missed the way you taste,” Billy mumbled as he slowly withdrew his fingers, much to your dismay. Your chest felt heavy as you fought between your thoughts and pleasure. You turned to look at him, watching the way he sucked your juices from his fingers. Your body warmed from pleasure as you listened to the way he moaned around his own digits, “So sweet,” He told you seriously as he removed his fingers. He leaned over you, his body trapping your own. You inhaled sharply, your chest nearly touching his from how close he was to you at the moment. 

His blue eyes raked over your features, searching the mixture of pleasure and dismay that was mingled about. His warm breath was tickling against your skin, his lips curling into a cocky grin like he knew more than you did. You exhaled slowly, trying to put some distance between the two of you before he was gripping your chin tightly. You froze, glancing towards where he had discarded the knife. He jerked your head, bringing your wide eyes back towards him as he looked at you intensely.

“You said you’d be good,” He reminded you sternly, “Let me take care of you.” He said briskly, his voice warm as he traced the curve of your lips. For a moment you considered biting him but then decided against it. You didn’t want to press your luck with him. 

He parted your mouth, dragging two fingers roughly against your smooth lips. He pushed them in slowly, exploring the crevices of your mouth as he pressed his fingers down against your tongue. You moaned at the feeling, pleasure forming in your stomach despite your mind telling you how wrong this was.

His blue eyes examined your features, looking over you closely as he drew his fingers away from your lips. Your mouth was still parted, partially from shock and partially from pleasure when he puckered his lips together and spit onto your awaiting tongue. You froze as his saliva coated the inside of your mouth, sliding down the back of your tongue. 

“Look at you, you little whore,” He grinned, sitting back on his knees as he roughly tugged your legs apart again, “What would your little boyfriend say if he saw you like this?” He teased you, looking quite pleased at the way your eyes widened at the remembrance.

“Don’t,” You shook your head, not wanting to think about how wrong this was, “Please don’t.” You begged, trying to think of a way for him to change his mind. His eyebrows furrowed together as he watched you begin to squirm again.

“Don’t be such a little bitch,” Billy smacked the back of your thigh harshly, causing your skin to tingle from the sensation, “I know you want this just as bad,” He hummed, pressing the fat head of his cock against your wet hole. You turned away, feeling shame rise inside of your stomach. Maybe it would be easier if you closed your eyes, pretended you were far away, “Look at me.” Billy commanded, using his other hand to drag your chin back towards him.

You looked up, chest falling at the desire and need that filled the pools in his eyes. He looked desperate, like he was deprived of the one thing he needed. You. You gulped hard, heart hammering as you tried one last time, “Please.” It was barely above a whisper, so quiet that you were sure you had imagined saying it.

Billy’s features softened until a grin formed on his lips. He pressed his thick cock inside of you in one fluid motion, the stretch burning you. You gaped, more tears forming in your eyes as he roughly filled you. He groaned, his head tilted back in bliss as his hands squeezed at your thighs. You were having a hard time breathing, too focused on how thick he was. It felt like he was ripping you apart, but in a good way.

His hands traveled from your thighs to your hips, squeezing them tightly as he pulled back and then slammed into you again. You whimpered, jolts of pleasure kneading against your clit as you slowly adjusted around him.

“Too big,” You whined pathetically, dragging your feet along the curve of the bed, “Won’t work.” You shook your head, trying to plead with him.

“You can take it,” He nodded his head in reassurance, one hand circling around the middle of your back as he slowly positioned himself on top of you. His breath was warm, minty as he stared down at the contorted lines on your face, “You always took my cock so good, baby. Come on, doesn’t that feel good?” His other hand moved from behind your shoulders, squeezing as your shoulder blade as he slowly moved his hips forward again.

You cried out, your fingers finding his broad shoulders as the burning sensation turned to pure pleasure and bliss. You were squeezing him, engulfing his cock and pushing more of him inside of you from how wet you were. Your head found your mattress roughly, squinting your eyes tightly to try and ignore the intimate position you were in. 

“Hey,” Billy was squeezing at your shoulder blade, forcing you to look back up towards him, “I asked you a question. Your boy must do nothing for you if you’re already this much of a dumb bitch on my cock.” He smirked, his nose inches from yours as he flicked his tongue across your plump lips. Your fingertips dug into his muscular skin, crying out in pleasure as his cock pressed up against your g-spot.

“Yeah,” You sighed, your back arching as you pressed up against him. Your skin was sweaty, rubbing against his in a fluid motion as his hips repeatedly snapped forward. You were trapped underneath him, feeling small and helpless as he rammed his cock into your wet cunt the way he liked, “Feels good.” Your voice was shrill, higher pitched from the pleasure that was racking through your spine. 

“You better be a good little slut and be quiet,” Billy was grinning, grunting as he began to grind his cock into you. Your eyes were fluttering, beginning to shut at the feeling of him pressed so deeply inside of you, “Don’t want your little boyfriend to hear, do you?” He tsked, mocking you as the bed squeaked underneath the weight of you two. The headboard was smacking against the walls roughly, following the movements of his thrusts as he drove his weight into his motions. 

“Stop,” You pleaded, shaking your head as your mind became fuzzy from pleasure and guilt. You wanted to kick him away but draw him closer at the same time. In the end, your pleasure won as you moved your hips up against him. You sighed, your nails digging into his skin as you met his thrusts halfway, “Don’t stop.” You breathed out after another thought, your pleasure tickling up your spine. Your brain felt foggy, too overcome with the way Billy was treating you. 

“Little slut,” Billy licked the curve of your cheek, groaning deeply in your ear, “You fit around my cock so well. Such a pretty little cunt, hear how much she missed my cock?” Billy’s fingers were digging into the curve of your hip, holding onto you tightly as his thrusts became deeper. Your lips parted in moans as he dragged his cock inside of you, your pussy squelching around him.

You tilted your head in shame, partially hoping he would just get this over with. At the same time, you didn’t want him to stop. Everything felt too good. He was fucking you so deep, so senseless that you were clawing at your skin and begging. You weren’t sure what you were begging for, only that your body was convincing you to let him do whatever he wanted. 

Your bed scraped against the floor, the mattress squeaking underneath you as he gave another particularly deep thrust. Your toes curled, your eyes rolling back in awe. Billy’s fingers were pressed so tightly on your hips that you weren’t able to fuck up against him. You wanted more, you needed more.

“Stop,” You pleaded as you shook your head, still trying to be quiet as you remembered his earlier request. You didn’t want to be too loud, you didn’t want your body to respond so freely to him. You could tell it was giving him satisfaction, it was making him proud. Your stomach began to tighten and you could tell you were near, “Stop, please stop.” You begged, wishing he didn’t overpower you so easily. 

“S’alright baby,” Billy mocked, moving his hand from your hip to press his fingers down along your clit, “I can feel that you're close, it’s okay.” He promised, his warm breath tickling against your skin. You were writhing underneath him, trying to shake him off of you.

“No,” You whined pathetically, weakly trying to shove his shoulders back away from you, “Don’t want it.” Your body was responding differently, curling up against him as his fingers rubbed against your clit harshly. You jerked forward, your cunt squeezing around him and pulling him in deeper.

“Think you do,” Billy groaned loudly, sounding deep in his own pleasure as he kept the same rough pace. The head of his cock was pressing against your bundle of nerves, pushing inside of you deeper, “That’s it baby, cum on my cock. Such a good girl.” He praised, teasing you as he drew circles on your clit. You cried out, your body squirming as he took your orgasm from you.

You were wiggling, your body shaking from underneath him as you quivered from his powerful thrusts. Your body was too warm, too full of pleasure as he continued to pound into you. He was grunting, tugging at your hair softly as he licked the curve of your parted lips. 

“No more,” You pleaded, your body still shaking as your nails dug into his large biceps. He was so large, so thick that you knew there wasn’t a way to push him away from you. He simply laughed, still drawing circles into your clit, “Fuck!” You cried out, your body spasming around him. Billy grunted loudly, his sounds filling the room as he clawed at your hips and shoulder.

“I know he can’t fuck you like this,” HIs voice was husky, sounding raspier the more he pressed into you. His hips were stalling, his movements becoming less frequent, “Gonna fill you with my cum.”

“Not inside,” You whined out quickly, “Please, Billy.” Your fingertips were pushing into his skin, urging his large body off of yours. He groaned, his lips finding the curve of your neck and sucking harshly on your neck like your protests only fueled him on. 

“Fuck, fuck,” He ignored your protests, pushing inside you deeply. His cock fluttered inside of you as he came, his warm spunk filling your fluttering hole, “Such a good little whore. You think your boyfriend will know?” You whimpered, trying to shove him away from you as his cum leaked from your hole. 

“Please stop.” You cried out pathetically, watching as he sat up on his knees. You looked away, your ears burning from the sound of him removing his cock from you. You could feel the mixture of the two of you leaking from your cunt, “No more.” You told him seriously. Billy grinned, looking pleased with himself as he scooped his spunk onto his fingers. You watched, your eyes widening as he pressed the warm liquid against your lips. You held your mouth together tightly but he forced his fingers past your lips and teeth anyways.

“Swallow,” He commanded, his eyes flickering over the defiance on your face. His cum rested on your tongue and you could feel the urge to spit it out growing, “Do it.” He gripped your nose tightly, using his other hand to cover your mouth so you couldn’t breathe. You struggled for a moment, squirming underneath him before you swallowed his warm liquid with a harsh gulp. He removed his hands slowly, smirking to himself proudly. 

“Just let me have a taste,” He grinned at you as he pushed your legs further apart again, “Then it’ll be all over.” He promised, watching the way your chest rose and fell harshly. 

He held your legs apart wide, pushing them up towards your knees as he dipped between your legs. He swirled the cum away from your fluttering hole, licking it up before he was crawling over you again. A whimper left your mouth from the sensation he had left against your cunt. Billy parted your lips again, spitting his mixture of cum and saliva into your mouth. You whined, shaking your head and refusing to swallow.

“Swallow it,” Billy demanded, watching you intensely. The taste lingered on your tongue, his warm spunk coating the roof of your mouth. You shook your head again, eyes widening as Billy’s hand descended on you. His index finger and thumb squeezed your nose roughly, while the palm of his hand covered your mouth. You flailed for a few seconds, not wanting to give in. Your cheeks burned from the lack of oxygen, your chest feeling tight before you finally gave in. You swallowed the mixture harshly, squinting your eyes tightly, “See, this would be so much easier if you’d just listen to me.” You whined when he squeezed your cheeks together, shaking your head until you opened your eyes to look at him. 

“I’m sorry,” You whimpered as he drew his other thumb across your bottom lip. HIs eyes were gleaming, but his features were still stoic as he watched you, “So tired. I’m so tired, Billy.” You tried softly, hoping that your words would draw him away from you. He had his fun, he could leave now. He could be done with you.

“Oh,” He mocked you playfully, roughly letting go of your cheeks, “We’re just getting started.” You felt the urge to cry again, wishing he would just leave you alone. He gripped a hold of your hair, squeezing it harshly until you were up on your knees. 

“No,” You were shaking your head, keeping your lips tightly together, “Won’t do it.” You told him sternly, feeling tears swelling in your eyes again as you looked up towards him. Billy’s lips curled up in irritation before he spoke down to you again. “You will,” Billy spit out harshly, “If you even think about using those teeth I’ll break your jaw, understand?” You nodded, whining pathetically as he lightly smacked your cheek. He pressed his fat tip against your lips, prying your mouth apart as he thrusted into your mouth. You gagged, realizing he was going to use you instead.

His fingers kept a hold of your hair tightly, tugging on it as he forced your mouth up and down the length of his cock. You were gagging, drooling messily as he hit the back of your throat with each motion. You tried to deny that you liked the taste of him, that you craved the feeling of his throbbing cock inside of your mouth. Deep down, you knew that you did. You feared that he suspected that too and that’s why he kept going. 

You squinted your eyes tightly, holding them shut as his tip continued to press against the back of your throat. You were fighting to keep from gagging too loudly or to keep from moaning. You didn’t want him to know just how much you were enjoying it. He squeezed your hair tightly as he groaned and continued to press your mouth further down the length of his cock.

You slowly began to move your tongue along the veins of his cock as your drool began to coat his warm balls. You inhaled sharply through your nose, breathing in the musky scent of him. You could feel your own arousal forming between your legs as you thought about how long it had been since you’d been treated like this. You always liked when Billy was a bit rougher with you. 

He pulled your hair back tightly, forcing your mouth away from his hard cock. You gasped as your saliva trickled down your chin and neck. You stared into his dark blue eyes, watching as he leaned forward to lick the drool from your lips and chin. You found yourself whimpering, trying to push your face away from his.

“Stop,” You mumbled, tossing your head back and forth as he somehow continued to press his lips against your skin, “That’s enough.” You told him seriously, trying to push him away by his strong shoulders. Billy laughed, easily taking your hands in his as he looked at you amused. 

“Awe,” He grinned, tiling his head with a look of mischief, “Poor baby thinks she’s in charge.” He tsked, watching as you squirmed against his tight grip. You eventually sighed, realizing that it was worthless to fight when he was that much stronger. 

He was tossing you over suddenly, gripping your hips tightly as he moved you onto your hands and knees. You gasped, your drool coating your cheek as he squeezed your hips tightly. He pressed up against you playfully, rubbing his cock against your wet folds. You whimpered, feeling the length of his dick pressing up against you again. Your cunt was already beginning to clench together in anticipation of feeling his cock again. 

“No more,” You told him quickly, glancing over your shoulder as you kicked your feet against the mattress. He slapped your ass hard, drawing a sound of protest from you. You quickly stopped your movements, not wanting to get a worse punishment from him, “Please.” You added softly this time, wishing that he would just leave you alone. 

“Almost done,” He groaned as he rubbed his cock along your glistening pussy. You sighed softly, clenching your eyes tightly as you tried your best to pretend that you weren’t enjoying this, “Gotta fill this little pussy again.” He pushed inside you fully, stretching your wet walls as his cock easily filled you. You gaped, your lips parting in bliss at the stretch of his cock overcame all of your thoughts. He pulled your hips back towards him, dragging your wet cunt along the length of his thick cock. You cried out in bliss as he hit your g-spot repeatedly, like it was a game to see how easily he could make you squirm underneath his touch.

“No,” You were crying again, “Please stop.” Your squirming stopped for a moment as his movements became less rough, not as harsh. He turned your head, pulling your hair from your face before he leaned over you. His lips were pressing against yours sweetly for a moment as he cupped your chin, before he was traveling his kisses across your cheeks, your nose and then your forehead.

“Billy?” Your eyebrows were pulled together tightly, your fists releasing from the tight grip as you blinked your eyelashes in confusion. You looked up into his soft blue eyes, not understanding where he was going. 

“Are you okay?” His voice was gentle and smooth as his lips peppered kisses along your skin. You grinned at the warm sensation, drawing in the comfort that he was giving you. His warm fingers were tickling against your skin, holding onto you softly.

“Oh my god,” You whined playfully, giggling softly as his lips connected to the corner of your eyebrows, “You’re ruining the fun.” You moaned, kicking your leg against his gently. He chuckled breathlessly, earning a moan from you as he shifted inside of you. 

“You actually sounded like you were in distress,” He was smiling but still sounded a little panicked, “You’re sure you're fine?” He asked, rubbing his fingers against the back of your neck. You smiled up at your boyfriend, giving him an encouraging nod. 

“I was completely fine,” You reassured him, “I need you to please get back in character.” You laughed softly, watching the way his eyes looked over you one more time. He bent over again, kissing your lips gently before he pulled away and smacked your backside.

“Look at you,” He grinned as he pulled your hair harshly, so your back was forced up against his sweaty chest. You bit back your own smile as he molded back into your little game, “Crying on my cock like a little whore. Does your boyfriend know how much of a slut you are?” He teased, his fingers finding your clit as he thrusted his hips forward harshly. You gasped, leaning your head away from him as his lips attacked your neck.

“Billy,” You whined pathetically as his cock continually slid against your bundle of nerves, “No more, please.” You moaned as he rubbed your clit into harsh circles, making your thighs shake with his powerful thrusts. You feared that without his arm linked tightly around your waist, you’d fall face forward into the sheets and blankets. 

“Come on,” He whispered harshly against your ear lobe. He slowly slid his tongue across your skin before he bit down on your earlobe, “Listen to this pretty cunt, she needs my cock so bad.” He slowly ran his fingers between your folds before he pressed his palm against your cunt, leaving you to grind against it as he continued to fuck into you. You could hear the sound of your skin meeting bouncing against the quiet walls. You were biting your lip hard, fighting to keep your moans silenced as his cock pressed inside of you deeply. You could feel your toes curling up tightly in bliss as the pleasure raked up your body.

You hated how good he was making you feel. You hated how no one else was able to leave you in the predicament you were in now. You could feel yourself lightly beginning to grind back against him, needing his cock just as desperately as he needed your cunt. 

“Oh god,” You hated the way you were moaning, how you were clearly edging him on as your cunt squeezed around his thick cock. You could feel every ridge and vein as he moved inside of you, your cunt drenching around him, “Billy.” You leaned your head back in dismay, too taken by the pleasure to find a way to protest. He laughed as he pushed your hair away from your eyes.

“Do you think of me when you fuck him?” He asked huskily, squeezing your jawline softly as he continued to ram his cock deep inside of you. Your eyes closed in bliss, beginning to feel overwhelmed from how powerful he was thrusting inside of you. You licked your lips, trying to keep yourself from drooling.

“No,” You lied pathetically as he continued to grind your body back against his thick cock. You whimpered as his fingers rubbed your clit harshly, causing your body to spasm in pleasure. You could feel your orgasm growing, “Stop, stop.” You pleaded, not wanting to deal with the humiliation of cumming around his cock again.

“S’okay,” He grunted in your ear as your body shook against his. He sighed loudly, licking away the sweat from your skin as he continued to pump inside of your wet cunt. You whimpered, your body taking control and squeezing him tightly as you felt your orgasm approaching, “That’s it baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“No.” You whined, shaking your head to dismiss his sentence. You didn’t want to cum again. It would prove that he was right, that you needed him that badly. He chuckled, his teeth scraping against the sensitive part of your neck. You whimpered as he bit down on you, marking you as his own. 

“I think you do,” He teased, pressing his fingertips down against your clit harder. You whimpered, your body spasming as you became trapped between his hand and his cock. He groaned, pressing his free hand against your stomach as he kept the same steady but rough pace. You gaped, your muscles tightening in bliss as you came around his cock. Your body shook with shame and pleasure as he held you tightly against him. You whimpered, feeling completely overwhelmed as he let you fall down onto the bed. 

His cock was still inside of you, slowly pressing forward inside of your fluttering cunt. You whimpered, feeling too overstimulated to cum again. You hoped he’d just jerk himself off to finish, that he wouldn’t keep pounding his pulsing cock inside of you. You weren’t sure you could take much more. 

“That’s enough,” You spoke finally once your body was done shaking, “No more. You got what you came for.” You told him seriously, fighting to push your body up with your hands. He chuckled loudly, leaning down towards you. You found yourself whimpering again as his cock moved inside of you. His blue eyes searched your features as he licked his tongue across his teeth.

“Wanna see that pretty face,” He murmured as he slowly slid out of your wet heat, “I like when you get all dumb on my cock.” He grinned cockily, looking pleased by the way you protested as he pulled out. You found yourself clenching around nothing, feeling the urge to have more of him as he moved around you. You felt so guilty suddenly, but it was like your body was reacting in a different way than your mind was. 

He situated himself against the headboard, his sweaty back resting against it as he tugged you onto his lap. You whimpered, your body feeling weak as you roughly pressed your hands against his chest, trying to stop his rough hands from dragging you on top of him. You had little fight as he easily positioned you over top of his leaking cock. 

“Can’t,” You breathed out, your pussy aching at the thought of another orgasm, “Please. I’ve had enough.” Billy just laughed, bending your legs in a way that had you trapped underneath him. You whimpered; your body was flush against his. He rubbed his hard cock against your folds, tapping his fat tip against your sensitive clit.

“One more time,” He promised again as he drew his tongue across his bottom lip, “I know you can take it baby. I know that pretty pussy can take my cock.” He breathed out softly, his voice raspy as he slid his cock against your wet hole. You whimpered, still feeling the remnants of his spunk dripping from you from earlier.

He lifted his hips softly, entering you in one fluid motion. Your lips parted, a whiny moan rolling off of your tongue as Billy’s cock stretched you again. You figured by now you’d be used to it, but he was just so big and thick that it felt the way that it did the first time. Your nails dug into his skin as you adjusted around him, whimpering softly from how overwhelming all of it felt. 

“That’s it,” He breathed out as his hands clawed down your back. His eyebrows were furrowed together, his mouth parted as he looked up at you in bliss. You cried out as he rocked you along the length of his cock. He grunted, snapping his hips forward repeatedly as he began to chase his own high, “Your pretty cunt feels so good.” He groaned in bliss, looking up towards you with half lidded eyes.

You felt weightless as he continued to bounce you up and down the length of his cock. You were whimpering, completely overcome with your own pleasure as his hands squeezed your hips tightly. You wondered if you’d have bruises by the end of this. You breathed out harshly, pleasure tingling up your body. 

You felt the moans spilling freely from your lips, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure anymore. You gaped at the sound of your cunt drenching his cock. You were so wet; you could feel it dripping along the length of him as he continued to keep up his rough movements. You were whining, your eyes fluttering as his fat tip continued to press against your bundle of nerves. You began to claw at his chest, overcome with the way he was making you feel. 

He gripped a hold of your hair, pulling you further down towards him, “You’re mine,” He whispered harshly in your ear, “Gonna make sure you remember that no one else can have you.” He breathed out roughly, his hands gripping your hips harshly. He smacked your ass hard, the stinging sensation spreading across your skin. 

“Billy,” You whimpered, feeling like you might collapse on his chest if not for the grip he had on you, “Please.” You moaned differently this time. You didn’t want him to stop, you wanted him to give you your next orgasm. You wanted to feel his cock painting your fluttering walls as he finally released again. He groaned, looking just as desperate as you felt.

He grunted in response, his eyes flicking up towards you as he watched the way your body flailed against his cock. You breathed in relief, feeling your toes begin to curl again as your cunt began to squeeze his thick length. You were rocking against him, your body moving on its own as the pleasure took over your mind.

“Fuck,” He breathed out harshly, his hips snapping forward, “That’s my good girl. Cum for me again.” He grunted out, his nose scrunching as he spoke. Your thighs were shaking roughly this time, your whole-body trembling on top of him as you approached your high. A whimper left your mouth before you were crying out, your nails digging into his skin as you came down from your high once again.

“Oh my god,” You shut your eyes tightly as he continually thrusted up into you. You were whining, feeling the need to crawl away from how overstimulated you felt at the moment. He grunted, holding you still as his movements became faster and lost his rhythm, “Billy, please.” You cried out, ready for him to leave you alone.

“Fuck,” He sighed in pure bliss, his eyes pinning towards your pretty face. He pushed your hair out of the way before pulling you down towards him. His mouth met yours messily, forcing you into a kiss as he rocked his cock deep inside of your wet cunt. You whimpered, your body twisting in pleasure, “That’s it, such a good girl for taking my cock like this.” He breathed out harshly. He grunted loudly, his blue eyes rolling back as he came deep inside of your cunt. You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up, his spunk beginning to leak out of your fluttering walls.

You whimpered; your body overwhelmed from your workout as you fell forward onto his chest. You breathed in harshly, trying to catch your breath as you laid against his sweaty chest. He chuckled, looking down at you as he rubbed his thumb across your spine. 

“Are you okay?” He looked down at you, an eyebrow raised in worry. He gently tugged you up towards his body, beginning to pepper kisses along your face again. You quickly nodded your head, your body and heart still vibrating hard. You found a giggle bubbling in your chest as you placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. He smiled in response, looking a bit reassured with your reaction. 

“That was fun,” You told him honestly, looking up at him with a pleased grin, “We should play your games more often.”

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Break it first

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 2

Prompt: Came back wrong

Rated: M

CW: Mind control/brainwashing; Possessive behavior; Referenced character death; Aftermath of trauma; Aftermath of injury; Kidnapping

Tags: Kas!Eddie Munson; Dark Eddie Munson

Notes: So, I already had a fill for this prompt, but then @house-of-the-moving-image showed me this stunning piece of art and my brain broke like Steve's. We both have a bunch of other fills coming up for this challenge, quite a few of them collabs, and I'm so, so stoked to share!!! ❤️

He still remembers how fragile Steve looked. 

They were in the boat house, Steve and Eddie. The others had gone out for supplies, but Steve had insisted on hanging back. Eddie hadn’t protested, even though the thought made his heart rabbit. 

The second they were alone, Steve let himself slide down the wall and curled into a ball on the floor, face hidden between hunched knees, shaking hands clawing at his own temples. 

“Hey, man!” Eddie jumped in alarm. “You okay?” 

Steve took a while to reply. 

“Fine,” he claimed, but his smile was a tense thing in a too-pale face. “Just headaches. Been getting them a lot. Robin thinks it's 'cause I got knocked around a few times too many." 

Eddie quirked an eyebrow, pulled a strand of hair in front of his face. "That … happen often in your line of business?" 

And Steve told him. 

About fighting monsters with nothing but a nail bat. About Billy Hargrove. About Russian torture chambers and the headaches and the nightmares and the ringing in his right ear that never really went away. He looked so young, so beautiful, so broken. Eddie wanted to scoop him up and put him back together and hold him close so that nothing would ever hurt him again. 

But he didn't. 

Instead, he watched. 

Watched how Steve squared his shoulders and put on a brave face for the kids. Watched as Steve threw himself to the front lines so that others wouldn’t have to. Watched as Steve got choked and torn apart, that golden skin painted in new scars, and told everyone not to worry, he was fine.

Eddie watched and Eddie didn't do a thing. 

Because Eddie was weak. 

Eddie was a coward.

It's a good thing he's dead. 

*

Steve is still the one to throw himself into danger first. That's good. It makes it easy to catch him alone. 

"You still have the scar on your neck …" 

A flick of his wrist and the bats scatter into the clouds. Steve curses, scrambles to his knees, gropes for his fallen weapon- and freezes as he cradles his face in both hands, tilting his head up. 

"... Eddie?" 

"Not quite," he hums, sharp claws carding through soft hair. "I have his body and his memories, that's all. The name's Kas. I've been dying to meet you, sweet thing." 

Those caramel eyes go wide. Steve tenses under his hands, tries to scramble away. That's okay, to be expected. He tightens his grip. Steve gasps as the vines on the ground wrap around his wrists and ankles. 

"What are you-?" 

"Sssh…" he brings their foreheads together, softly, slowly. Lets his mind wiggle inside the boy's, just a sliver at first, so he won't notice. Finds a crack, fine as a hairline, slips inside. Waits. "He was so in love with you, y'know that? It ate him alive, watching you sacrifice yourself over and over again. Seeing you suffer. Being unable to help, being unable to fix it." 

Steve's mind flutters like a frightened bird as he encases it with his, gently, carefully. His arms twitch in their restraints, trying to break free.

He smiles. Always the fighter, his sweet boy.

"Dont worry," he coos. “I’ve got it all figured out now sweetheart. I’ll fix everything, promise." 

"Eddie, wait-" Steve's mind flails. Realizes it's trapped, panicks, tries to break free- 

And he pounces. 

Steve struggles, briefly, but he doesn’t stand the ghost of a chance. He's human, and humans are weak. All it takes is a little pressure, and the tiny crack opens wide, welcoming him in. 

Steve screams.

"I know, sweet thing, I know," he coos, curls himself around the boy's spasming body as he digs in deeper. "It'll only hurt for a moment. You'll feel so much better after."

He sees them now, the scars on that beautiful mind, the traces left by years and years of hurt. Sees how to fix them, sees what Eddie could never have seen. What Eddie was too soft, too cowardly to understand.

Sometimes, to fix something, you need to break it first. 

And he does.

Tears at the cracks of that mind until it comes apart at the seams, shatters the fragments into so many tiny shards, grinds what is left into fine, fine dust. Steve screams and sobs and begs him to stop until his voice breaks. By the time the dust is ready to be molded back into shape, he is silent, bar for the occasional whimper.

He tells the vines to release their hold, cradles the limp body against his chest. He hums softly and kisses the tears from under the boy's unblinking eyes while he completes his work. He takes his time. This needs to be perfect. 

"You with me, darling?" 

Steve hums against the crook of his neck, so softly he nearly misses it. 

When he looks down, those pretty eyes are blinking up at him, wide and wondrous like those of a newborn. 

He chuckles. It's true in a way. 

"Feeling all better?" he asks, claws softly tracing the shell of his boy's right ear. "Ringing should be gone?" 

Steve doesn’t reply, just slips his eyes shut and nuzzles closer, every movement slow and sluggish. 

He coos.

"Aw, sweetheart. You must be exhausted, that was a lot to take." He gently scratches at Steve's scalp, revels in the little sigh it gets him. "Don't worry. From now on, nothing's gonna hurt you ever again. I'll make sure of it." 

Steve stirs a little at the soft press of lips against his forehead. His lids flutter, but they don’t open.

"That's it, honey, you rest. Let's take you home now." 

By the time he has adjusted Steve's weight so that he can stand and start walking, his boy is fast asleep. 

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Chasing Shadows (in the grocery line)

This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race! (@harringrove-relay-race)✨

I was passed the baton by the lovely @imsodishy, and I'm honored to close out the relay race with this piece. I've loved seeing all the beautiful creations coming out of this event and I'm blushing at even being considered alongside creators like these. summary:

What had he done to deserve this?

Billy's chest grew cold and achy as he stared at a tousled blonde head of hair, looking at his mother for the first time in years. Except she wasn’t his mother. Just a woman who could be her long-lost twin, if not for the color of her eyes — a cold gray compared to his mother’s ocean blues. tags: pre-relationship, post s2, panic attacks, implied/referenced child abuse, billy sees a woman who looks like his mother and doesn't handle it well, steve harrington is a sweetheart, emotional hurt/comfort, billy hargrove needs a hug word count: 3.4k

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Hawkins Indiana had been personally designed to be Billy’s own realm of hell, he was sure of it. 

It had been one thing to shoulder the previous levels of misery this town had to offer. The simpering girls with jelly spines in their pastel sweater sets and Indiana’s hilly, woodsy stretches of land with not a drop of saltwater in sight. Did it matter that every single house looked like it had been popped out of one of three molds? He only had to tolerate this place until the day he turned eighteen, at which point he intended to jump in his car and drive until he got back to California. 

It wasn’t worth bothering to ask why he would have earned such a punishment. He was at least self-aware enough to know he wasn’t exactly the pinnacle of kindness and social grace- he was sure plenty of people had quietly wished him to fall into the flames on more than one occasion. 

But this… what had he done to deserve this?

His chest grew cold and achy as he stared at a tousled blonde head of hair, looking at his mother for the first time in years. 

Except she wasn’t his mother. 

Just a woman who could be her long-lost twin, if not for the color of her eyes — a cold gray compared to his mother’s ocean blues.

His breath caught in his throat, bile lingering on the back of his tongue, but he couldn’t look away. It was like the supermarket tiles had grown vines, wrapped around his legs until he couldn’t have moved even if he’d been on fire. 

The woman was around the same age his mother had been the last time he’d seen her, too. Her face was youthful, untouched by age or stress or misery. Features soft in a way only reminiscent of the version of Dianna Hargrove that came out when Neil was away. 

The pounding of his heart was making him dizzy, the woman he couldn’t tear his gaze from utterly oblivious to the damage she was doing to him on a molecular level by simply existing here, in this place, at the same time as him. 

Panic was creeping up his throat- or maybe he was going to be sick. That was also a strong possibility. His vision was starting to pulse at the edges. He needed to get out of here; he needed to—

A hand clasped down on his shoulder, warm and firm, and Billy couldn’t control the violent flinch it earned from him. The hand moved immediately at the jolt, lifting in a gesture of surrender. 

Wild blue eyes followed the arm attached to the hand towards its owner. He took in spattered moles that itched at his brain but couldn’t quite connect why through the wash of panic until he turned his gaze up the rest of the way. 

Steve Harrington stared at him with eyes that were too soft, too big and concerned. He wasn’t used to seeing that expression on Harrington’s face and the perceived pity made him bristle. 

“Don’t fucking touch me.” He muttered, but it lacked the bite that may usually have been present. Billy hated the way his voice trembled like a scared little kid, keeping his gaze as far away from the dairy aisle as he could now. 

Harrington paused, brows furrowing in the middle, and he let out a little sigh in response to Billy’s order. Less irritated by his attitude than normal, more resigned, like a toddler had poured juice on his shoe. He wiggled his fingers as though in reminder that they were nowhere near Billy now, which made the blonde grit his teeth together. 

Then- in a voice a little too gentle- he spoke up. “Sorry if I made you jump. Just ah… looked like you were going to barf. Thought I’d make sure that you were–”

“I’m fine.” Billy interrupted, but the last syllable was weak, to say the least. “I’m fine, I have to go.” He dropped his full basket on a nearby shelf, ducking past Steve as his cheeks started to burn red with humiliation.

He’d be lucky if Neil didn’t kick his ass for not getting the groceries like he was instructed, but he couldn’t stay in this store even one minute longer if he wanted to preserve even a shred of his pride. Bruises would heal, they always did. 

At the door, in his hurry to get out, he almost smacked right into one of Susan’s friends. Cindy, if he wasn’t mistaken, was a brunette with hair bigger than a minivan and a gossiping tendency to match.  

“Well hello there, Billy.” She said in a sickeningly sweet voice, unknowingly just barely avoiding being told to fuck off. He had to remind himself that if he did, she’d run home and tell Susan and then he’d have a lot more problems than a panic attack and a few bruises to deal with today. 

He greeted her kind of flatly in response, but tried to smooth his face into something less shaken and more charming when she raised an eyebrow at his tone. “How’s the husband?” He tried again, even if his lungs still felt like they were in a vice grip.

She sighed dramatically with an eye-roll. “Probably sleeping in his recliner, as usual. Pretty sure he’d rot in that thing if he didn’t have to get up to eat.” 

Billy regretted asking immediately but nodded sympathetically, internally begging her to just fuck off and go do her shopping already. “Can’t live with him, can’t live without him, huh?” 

Cindy scoffed and twirled her hair, eyeing him a moment too long. “Oh, I’d do just fine without him. Unfortunately, the house is in his name.” 

Billy inched towards the door, just barely shuffling his feet an inch at a time to put more space in between them. Just when he was trying to think of an excuse to leave without having to pretend he cared about her shitty marriage, another shrill voice called out her name and she spun to find them.

Sandy, not Cindy. At least he didn’t actually call her by the wrong name out loud. 

Using her distraction, Billy all but threw himself through the glass doors and walked as fast as he could towards the alleyway between the store and the hair salon next door. An employee in a red store vest was smoking a cigarette against the wall, but Billy’s fracturing grip on his emotions must’ve resulted in a slightly terrifying expression on his face.

Dropping his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out, the teen- who Billy thought he vaguely recognized from school- faux casually booked it out of the other side of the alley before Billy had to yell at him to do so. 

Finally alone, Billy dropped down to sit on the red metal bench they’d thrown back here to rust away and put his head in his hands. It was barely three seconds before a strangled sound, not entirely unlike a sob, dragged itself painfully out of his throat, his shoulders curling into a hunch. 

With his eyes closed, he saw the woman again. The way the fluorescent lighting had sat so harshly on her corn-silk hair, the glint of silver rings on slender fingers. A shudder rolled down Billy’s spine as the version of her in his mind's eye turned to face him, eyes blue now instead of gray. 

“Billy, baby? Is that you?” She said so softly, voice lilting in surprise. She reached out a hand towards him, her own basket dropping to the too-white tiles as the eyes she shared with him welled up with tears and–

“Hey!” She spoke again, but her voice was lower. Too deep, not her voice at all. It wasn’t until the third repetition that the illusion shattered, careful footsteps on the concrete snapping him free. Billy’s head shot up immediately, pulse picking up speed, only to see Steve Harrington once again. 

“Don’t you have anywhere better to be?!” Billy snapped, his bitter attitude flaring up to protect the oozing, throbbing hole that had been torn straight through his abdomen. “Or are you so fucking obsessed with me that you’ve decided to follow me around and be a pain in my–” 

“Damn it, Hargrove. Just… take a breath. I’m not going to fight you.” Steve sighed and moved closer, like he wasn’t even a little afraid of Billy’s temper. As though Billy hadn’t left him a bloody, bruised mess in a fit of anger barely six months prior.

“What do you want, Harrington? I’m not in the mood.” He said finally, all the fury draining from his voice. He just didn’t have the energy to fight right now.

He was tired and sad, his chest felt empty, and he missed his fucking mom.

“I know you said you were fine, but you’re clearly not.” Steve said, hovering around the edge of the bench. He shifted back on his heels, heavy-looking plastic bags dangling from his fingers. The tears he’d shed embarrassed Billy. He could feel them clinging to his cheeks, but he couldn’t stop them from falling even now and it was too late to hide them. 

“Why do you care?” Billy muttered bitterly. “I’m an asshole to you. You hate me, I… I hate you.” That last one was a lie, and he knew it, but he wasn’t willing to acknowledge that to himself right now. “Shouldn’t you find this funny?” 

Steve set the bags down, using his knee to nudge Billy out of the way before sitting down on the bench like he belonged there. Billy eyed him warily, lip hauled between his teeth now. 

“Who said I hate you?” Steve said, tone still soft but with an edge like a teacher asking him for the date in history that the Old White Man of the Week had died. Billy felt any answer he may have so much as considered die in his throat. 

“And even if I did hate you- which I don’t- I still wouldn’t find you being miserable funny.” Billy wanted to protest the description of his mood, but it was more accurate than he wanted it to be. 

Eventually he managed a half-reply, “Didn’t mean you had to follow me.” 

Steve shrugged and settled further into the bench, leg just barely pressing against the blonde’s own. “Yeah well. Like you said before, I had nothing better to do.” There was a small smile audible in his voice, and when Billy peeked back over at him, he figured out that Steve was trying to lighten the mood. 

He didn’t exactly know that Billy was bleeding out beside him in slow-motion, so he had no way of knowing a joke wouldn’t patch it up. But the attempt was… oddly nice, even if Billy was still struggling to accept his presence as genuine at all.

“Just having a shitty day. It doesn’t matter.” Billy breathed, turning his gaze towards the gravel-strewn alley ground once more. A soggy flyer was balled up by his feet, which he aimed a kick at to get some of his tension out. It bounced off the rim of a rusted coffee can full of cigarette butts and then rolled off down the alley. 

Beside him, Steve made a buzzer sound under his breath and even as his chest gave another dull throb, Billy found himself snorting a quiet laugh. 

“I can still kick your ass on the court, missed shot or not.” Billy said defiantly, but his voice conveyed an attempt at reciprocated humor, even if it sounded a little flat. Steve just shrugged again. 

“Eh, you’ve got me there.” The brunette acquiesced instead of even playfully fighting him and damn it all, why the hell did that have heat flooding back into Billy’s cheeks? 

He knew why, but again, now was not the time. 

“Can’t believe Steve Harrington spends time buying his own groceries. What, give the staff a day off?” Billy said before Steve could inadvertently compliment him again, picking at the skin of his palm as a tactile distraction. 

“These aren’t mine actually, and believe it or not, I clean my own house, too. I know, shocking.” Steve drawled in a dry, light tone. Had he shifted closer? Billy could swear that he could feel more of Steve’s leg against his own than he had a minute ago. 

“You do grocery shopping for other people?” Billy cocked his head. That was an even more bizarre concept, for some reason. 

Steve shook his head, but his answer was no less cryptic. “Not often, just… sometimes I make an exception.” 

“Ooookay.” 

They both trailed off, silence creeping into the alleyway once again. Billy wasn’t sure when he stopped crying, but when he lifted a hand to wipe at his eyes, his face was dry. 

Maybe Steve wasn’t a horrible distraction.

Billy opened his mouth to speak, anything to fill the silence. He’d always liked silence; silence was the opposite of everything home was. But for some reason, he hated it right now. 

The problem was simple- what did he even say? He was still residually embarrassed and worn out. They’d never had a genuinely friendly conversation before- and Billy doubted this one counted as that either, at least not at the beginning- and he was genuinely grasping at mental straws trying to find a topic. 

Hey man, while we’re having a somewhat normal conversation, mind telling me what was in that syringe my shitbird sister stabbed me with? 

Also, I just casually hallucinated my mother in the grocery store because hey, if there’s a God, he loves taking his morning shit in my cereal. 

Yeah, he was sure that would go over super well. 

Billy’s hand lifted to rub over the spot on his neck that the needle had gone into, a slight shiver running down his back. That had been a weird fucking night. 

Steve seemed to notice his movement, because he turned his body towards Billy a little more. Billy suddenly felt very observed, and he shifted in place before digging into his pocket for a cigarette. 

As he inhaled a deep drag, he felt a little of the rigidness leave his posture. Even with the blonde woman still faintly burned into the edge of his vision, it was helping considerably. 

“Hey uh…” Steve started, then trailed off. He clearly also didn’t know how to break the silence between them. “Are you going to Jennifer’s party?” He said finally. 

Billy couldn’t help but smile at the obvious grasp of a topic, letting smoke curl out between his teeth. “Nah. I have to babysit.”

The displeasure in his voice was obvious. Even if he and Max were still in a weird, post-syringe purgatory phase of their hot and cold relationship, he didn’t exactly enjoy sitting at home and doing fuck all nothing but trying to keep her from sneaking out again. 

“Max?” Steve probed, but it barely sounded like a question. 

Billy raised an eyebrow at him. “You think I’d willingly watch any other snot-nosed kid in this town? If I needed money that badly, I think I’d be happier scrubbing out public toilets with a toothbrush.”

Steve choked on a laugh, hazel eyes crinkling at the corners. Billy may be a little into the way he looked when he was angry, but he was unfairly attractive when he smiled like that. Fuck. It made Billy want to piss him off just so his brain stopped turning all useless and fuzzy. 

“Mm, yeah, that’s fair. Can’t really imagine you playing tea party.” 

Billy made a disgusted sound, forcing himself to look away from that smile. “Yeah, I’m good. No thanks.”

Steve rubbed his palms on his jeans, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “I should… get going.” He said apologetically, getting to his feet. “I have to get to… uh. Well, a job interview. At that new mall that just opened up.” He scrunched his face, looking disinterested in the concept as a whole. 

Clearly, this job interview wasn’t his idea.

Billy attempted to conceal his disappointment with the loss of body heat at his side, already sensing a small amount of the calm that had settled into his chest fading away. He cleared his throat. “Alright..”

Steve looked at him for a moment longer, then glanced over his shoulder towards the opening to the alley. Was Billy imagining things, or did he look as disappointed as Billy felt?

Though trying to get the words out felt like dragging a sandbag through four feet of water, Billy eventually managed to get out a quiet- “Thanks… for ah- coming out here.” He said slowly, not looking anywhere close to Steve while he did so. He heard a quiet hum in response.

Steve was smiling again when he looked back up and Billy felt that damn fuzziness start creeping back into place. Fucking Harrington and his stupid, pretty smile. 

“Not a problem…” Steve said, sounding genuine. “For… what it’s worth, I hope your day gets a little better.” Billy had to bite his tongue not to laugh sarcastically at the sentiment. He knew deep down it would only get worse. 

But he’d long since gotten used to evading the truth when it came to stuff like this. 

“I’m sure it will.” He lied, fingernails biting into the palm of his hand. 

Steve didn’t look convinced, the corners of his lips twitching downwards. If he did know Billy was lying, he chose not to call him out. Billy appreciated it. He’d already been far more vulnerable in the last half an hour than he liked. 

“I’ll… see you around, Billy.”

Billy. Not Hargrove or an insulting name. He was Billy now. It made his nerves skitter sparks, fingers twitching. 

Steve started to walk away, slipping his hands into his pockets. It was that movement that made Billy realize something. “Hey, Steve–”

The brunette turned to look back at him, waiting. 

Billy gestured lamely to the grocery bags on the ground. “You forgot your bags.” 

Steve looked a little red in the face, but he simply shrugged. “Like I said… they aren’t my groceries.” Then, like he hadn’t just thoroughly confused Billy, he left the alley entirely and vanished around the corner. 

Regardless of whether they were his or not, he was sure whoever Steve had been shopping for would’ve liked to actually get their groceries. He was surprised he had even managed to get all this. Wasn’t his basket basically empty when he’d approached Billy in the store...?

Billy blinked, eyes snapping to the bags on the ground with a new level of focus. Steve’s basket had had nothing but a jar of sauce in it. He was sure of that now. There were far too many bags sitting around his feet for Steve to have had time to get all of it and go through the checkout in the time Billy had been held up by Sandy at the doors. 

He hesitantly reached down to the one nearest his foot, pulling it open. As he scanned the contents, Susan’s grocery list flashed through his mind. By the second bag, his mouth was hanging open a little, and he abruptly realized what Steve had done all at once. 

“What the fuck?” He muttered, a little breathless. 

Steve had bought his groceries for him. He’d grabbed Billy’s full basket off the shelf, and he’d gone and fucking–

Billy’s face pinched into something conflicted as he tried to battle back the wash of confusing emotions now flooding through his body, fingers shaking slightly on the handle of the bag. Relief, gratitude, confusion, and something soft and warm and terrifying. 

Without even knowing the punishment that would’ve awaited him when he came home empty-handed, Steve had waltzed right in and somehow saved him from it.

He looked back towards the opening of the alley, even though he knew Steve was long gone now, with a dangerous fluttering taking over his chest. There was no coming back from this moment in time, that wave of warmth now far too strong to battle back even with his carefully honed talent of repression.

Steve Harrington had a terrible habit of messing up Billy’s plans- and brain- but this was a whole new level. This time, he’d gone straight for the heart.

Oh, Billy was so fucked. 

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #billy x steve #hargrovecentral #harringrove relay race #harringrove fanfiction

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

two bros chilling in the mall (ten yards apart 'cause we're not gay)

by Gues, peytra

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Jim "Chief" Hopper Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Will Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Tommy Hagan, Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler, Erica Sinclair Additional Tags: Pining, Slow Burn, (although hopefully not as slow as usual), Scoops Ahoy (Stranger Things), One-Sided Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington - Freeform, also known as this is a steddie fic written by two stonathan shippers, Implied/Referenced Torture, Non-Consensual Drug Use Words: 91,993 Chapters: 34/34

Summary

Steve Harrington is just your average guy working a shitty part-time job in a stupid mall. Really! He's very normal, he promises. Just across the way, Eddie Munson works at Legacy Vinyl. He hates his job, his life, and most of all he hates having to see King Steve every single day. What could possibly go wrong? - Or, in which Steve falls first, but Eddie falls harder.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #multi-chaptered #50-100k #slow burn

[blueberrylemontea-fanfic]

Cherry - Chapter [11]

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Summary: You and Billy get back from your date. Billy misses curfew.

Word Count: 2400

Song Suggestion: Too Far Gone? - Metallica

Warnings: blood, referenced domestic violence/child abuse

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Despite your initial objections, you'd had one of the best nights in a long time with Billy. Well, up until the end, that was...

You slammed the door a little too hard behind you, still fuming.

Billy was awkwardly trailing behind you. He hadn't said a word since you'd asked him to take you back to Steve's.

"Y/n?" Steve called as you rummaged through the kitchen cabinets for the first aid kit you knew Steve had stashed up there somewhere.

Billy grabbed some paper towels off the isle while you searched and pressed them against your bleeding lip.

"Y/n, what's up?" You heard Steve's voice before you heard him thumping down the stairs.

"I can't find your first aid kit."

"First aid kit? Why do you need a..." Steve's voice caught in his throat when he saw you, going through his cupboards while Billy followed you around trying to stop the blood dripping from your mouth from staining the carpet.

"What the hell happened to you?" His eyes flicked to Billy and back to your face again. "Did he do this?"

You could feel Billy squaring himself beside you, readying himself to rip Steve a new one, but you just shook your head.

"Nope, I got in a fight."

"With who?" Steve asked as he got out his first aid kit.

You leaned over the sink and spat out the blood in your mouth, smiling a little as Billy immediately pressed another paper towel to your lip. "Some biker dude. Didn't get his name."

You winced as Steve pressed an ice pack against the side of your face.

"Hold this," he said before spraying some disinfectant on a cotton ball and swiping it over your split lip.

"I'm assuming he's in a hospital now?"

You smirked. "Well, he would've been if Billy hadn't pulled me off of him."

Steve had to check that his ears weren't deceiving him. "Billy Hargrove stopped a fight? That's a first."

Billy scowled, but Steve just rolled his eyes. "Oh lighten up, Hargrove. Have a beer," Steve nodded towards his fridge and Billy reluctantly pulled out three beers, twisting off the caps as he handed them to you and Steve.

Steve pulled a small flashlight from a drawer. "I'm just gonna check for a concussion real quick." He flipped on the light and darted it between your eyes. "Looks alright. You're all good," Steve smiled.

"Thanks Steve," you returned his smile and tapped the bottle of your beer against his. "Cheers."

"Okay, I gotta ask," Billy said, "how the hell do you know how to do all that?"

"Oh, Steve's a natural. He's been cleaning up all my scrapes." The implication of your words hung in the air as Steve nearly choked on his beer.

Billy, to your surprise, didn't seem upset. On the contrary, he threw Steve a cocky smirk. "Been admiring my handy work, Harrington?"

Steve looked between Billy's proud grin and you trying to bite back a smile and sighed deeply. "You guys are maniacs. Honestly..."

"I kinda picked up some things from Hopper when the kids got in trouble," Steve quickly changed the subject.

"He's a real pro by now, those kids are savages."

"You're still talking about those little snot-nosed, pre-pubescent nerds that hang around my sister, right?"

Steve couldn't help but grin at Billy's raised eyebrows. "Trust me, they may not look like much, but those little assholes are a handful."

You nodded in agreement. "They're gremlins. But I do kinda love them, though."

"That's how they rope you in, damn loveable geeks..." Steve smiled fondly. "You should join our little babysitters' club sometime, Hargrove, get to know your sister's friends better."

Billy shrugged, hesitancy clear in his eyes. "Yeah, I don't really do babysitting."

"We mainly just make fun of them, smoke and make sure they don't die. No people skills needed whatsoever."

The smallest smile flickered around the corners of Billy's mouth. "Sure, whatever."

"So, how was the bar?"

"It was amazing," you smiled fondly. "The place was just like Billy described it. It reminded me so much of home, of all the trouble I used to get into."

You knew you were going to go back to that bar as often as you could, it felt so much more like home than the high school keggers with all those same-old, small-town people. The bar was a nice escape from the world, a place where you and Billy could just be without all of Hawkins watching you.

Steve shook his head, grinning. "I can't even imagine you back in California. Or you," he tipped his beer in Billy's direction.

"It's weird, right? We're pretty alike and still it's so strange to think of you back home..."

Billy shook his head, "Not you. When I think of Cali, you kinda fit right in." He paused. "Did you have anyone like me back home?"

"You know," you smirked, "I don't think I've ever met someone quite like you before." You bumped Steve's shoulder. "Or like you for that matter. Or that little bunch of gremlins. Honestly, I was never much of a people person, didn't exactly have many friends back in Cali."

"Must've been pretty lonely" Steve commented absentmindedly.

You shrugged. "Not really, I mean, I wasn't alone very often," you smirked. "And me and the girl next door got along real well, she was a..." you were searching for a word that could adequately describe Lory, but she was one of a kind. "Well, let's just say she was a kindred spirit. She got me. We've called a couple times since I've been here, but it's pretty expensive, and it's not like we ever did much talking before, so..."

"I cannot imagine there being another person like you out there." Steve mused.

"Lory's something, alright."

Billy stayed for another beer, the three of you having a surprisingly nice time, before he drove back home begrudgingly, grumbling about his dad and how badly he wanted for you to stay over at his place just once. You kissed him goodbye -a couple of times- before finally going to bed after the best night you'd had in Hawkins so far.

****

You and Steve were taking the kids to see a movie that afternoon. They loved going to the movies, although you were convinced they mainly loved the sugar-high.

You and Steve were on your way to pick up Max, Warrant blaring through your speakers as you both screeched along to the music. You turned the volume down when you pulled into the driveway and honked the horn once. Max came rushing out the front door almost immediately.

Something was wrong. You could tell by her facial expression, the way she kept glancing over her shoulder.

"What's going on?" You asked as she pulled open the door.

Max hesitated.

"Max?" You asked, more insistently this time.

"Billy missed curfew yesterday."

Your stomach tightened. "Is he home?"

Max nodded.

"Is your stepdad?"

She shook her head. "He went out with my mom."

You nodded. "You got a bike I can borrow?"

Max nodded again. "It's in the shed, he won't know it's gone. They'll be back before 3 though."

"Thanks, Red," you smiled gratefully as you stepped out of the car. You turned to Steve, who'd been watching the interaction in mere confusion. "I'll meet you guys there, okay?"

You really had to hand it to Steve. The guy just nodded and switched over to the driver's seat. "I've got this. Call if you need a ride later."

"Thanks, Steve. Really."

You watched Steve pull out of the driveway as you went around the side of the house. You boosted yourself up on a trashcan and hoisted yourself up onto the windowsill.

Billy was lying on his bed, listening to his Walkman, just like you'd expected. Luckily, you knew he never fully closed his window. It helped him believe he could just sneak out and never look back, even if he never would.

You pushed up the window and climbed into Billy's room. You softly sat down at the edge of Billy's bed. Billy immediately shot up and ripped off his headphones, panic taking over his features. He only calmed slightly when he saw it was you.

"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here!" He whisper-shouted as his eyes nervously flitted to his door.

"I know, but your stepdad's not home, Max told me. I'll be gone before he gets back."

Billy didn't look fully convinced, he just stared between you and the door, not quite knowing what to do.

It was only then that you noticed the welt on his right cheek, an angry red stream cutting under his ear. Almost subconsciously, you traced your thumb along the line.

Billy froze as you pulled him into a hug. For a moment you just stood there, hugging his lifeless frame, but after some time, Billy collapsed onto you, holding you so tightly it was almost hard to breathe.

"I'm right here," you whispered in his ear. You stood there holding each other for a long time, the crushing weight of Billy's body rooting you to the floor. After a while, Billy sunk down onto his bed, pulling you close to him. You played with the curls at the back of his neck while his head rested on your chest. He watched your chest rise and fall, rise and fall. Over and over again.

Billy wished he could just focus on the rising and falling forever. He was okay as long as you were there, solid underneath him. You didn't even have to say anything, didn't have to lie to him and tell him everything would be okay. As long as he could watch the rising and falling of your chest, he could breathe easily.

It wouldn't be long before Neil and Susan returned home. You both knew it, even when neither one of you wanted to say so.

"It's not fair," Billy whispered after what felt both like an eternity and no time at all.

"I know."

"I'm glad you're here."

"Me too." You shot Billy a small smile. He pulled you in even closer.

"You wanna blow off school tomorrow afternoon?"

Billy smiled at you, and, God, was it beautiful when that boy smiled. Even when his face was still swollen.

"I'll take that as a yes, pretty boy."

You slowly untangled yourself from Billy and got out of his bed. Before hopping back out of his window you crossed the room to his dresser. You pulled out a red billowing shirt, one you knew he loved. You shrugged off your jacket turned back to the bed and pulled off your shirt.

When you tossed him your shirt, Billy's look was a peculiar mix of wolfish and sheepish that almost made you laugh. You let his shirt fall over your head and winked before you swung your legs over his windowsill.

"You'll get this back tomorrow."

****

Max's bike was too small for you but you still flew over the asphalt. You waited until the guy behind the register turned around to sneak inside. When the guy - Jeff, from band, you think - turns back around you're leaning on the counter. "Hey there," you smiled.

"Oh, hi, Y/n," maybe Jeff stumbled with what you assumed was supposed to be a winning smile.

"You think you could get me another coke... Jeff, right?"

He nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah sure."

When he didn't move you shot him an inquiring look that seemed to bring him back to reality. "Yeah, sorry, it's just... I didn't think you knew I existed."

You had to give it to him, he was kind of cute when he blushed. "Well, of course I do. Who could forget a cute face like that," you winked.

Teenage boys really are just too easy, you thought to yourself as Jeff practically tripped over himself to get you the coke.

"On the house," Jeff said hurriedly as he saw you reach for your jacket pocket.

"Well aren't you sweet," you smiled as you took a sip. "See you around, Jeff." You sauntered into the theater, leaving Jeff behind, smiling ear to ear.

You spotted Steve's hair immediately, a little to the right in the center row, and quietly slipped into the empty seat next to him. "Hi," you whispered, "what'd I miss?"

"Not much." He pointed to a guy on screen. "That guy's a crook but if he succeeds at the police academy he doesn't have to go to jail. There, you're all caught up."

"Thanks." Steve's eyes trailed over your shirt for a moment, but he didn't comment. "Everything okay?"

"Not really, no. But nothing either of us can fix."

Steve took your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry."

You smiled before turning to the screen. "I'm sorry too."

****

After the movie the chatter wasn't as lively usual. You just barely managed to stuff Max's bike in the trunk of your car before all the kids stuffed themselves into the car.

Max shot you a look and you shrugged. "It's gonna be okay."

She nodded. "Sucks you had to pay for only half a movie," she tried to change a subject.

"Yeah you really don't have to worry about that," you chuckled and soon they were all laughing at how you sidestepped blushing Jeff.

After you dropped everyone off, Max a half a mile in front of her house so she could bike home, you and Steve drove back to his place in silence. "I'm here if you want to talk about it," Steve said as you turned onto his street.

"I know, Stevie. Thank you. And thanks for today, really. That was very cool of you."

"Well, you know me, I'm a pretty cool guy. King Steve and all that." You both grinned.

"Billy's home life's not that great either, is it?" Steve sounded a little on edge, like he was afraid to hear the answer.

You shook your head. "No. It's not."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Me too."

"So, is this a we-need-to-call-Hopper kind of situation?"

You shook your head. "No, I don't think that'd be much appreciated. But I'll keep it in mind."

You pulled into Steve's driveway. "Hey, Steve?" You asked as you both slid out of the car.

"Yeah?"

"You know where I can score some weed around here?"

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[sunwarmed-ash]

🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

Are ya risen son? 🐰🧟

Love me or Hate me I just don't care.

Ch 4: Call me a King, call me anything, just call my telephone.

Fandom: Stranger Things Ships: Eddie/Billy/Steve, Billy & Eddie, Joyce & Billy Tags: Angst, Billy Hargrove centered, Dissociation, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, the homoerotism of Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington's fight scenes, Fist Fighting, Sad Billy Hargrove, Neil Hargrove Being Homophobic, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent Joyce Byers, Supportive Joyce Byers, Pre-Slash, One shot turned into plot, Eventual steddiegrove, Billy Hargrove Has Mommy Issues, Queer Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Billy Hargrove, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, smut, handjobs, steddiegrove, Eddie Munson has dick piercings, queer confessions. Ch preview:

As Billy gazes upon the massive white mansion, he instantly feels severely underdressed. He’s in his date night outfit, which is arguably the nicest clothes he owns, but still. They still scream secondhand. Just like Billy himself. Unworthy of such royalty… 

He shakes his hands out a few times to try and stop the trembling before knocking on the door. 

‘Coming!’ he hears from inside the house, and then a few moments later Steve is opening the door, a huge dopey grin on his face. 

“Hey! You came,” Steve says, moving to let Billy in. 

“Not yet he hasn’t,” Eddie mumbles, appearing suddenly to Steve’s left. The metalhead isn’t surprised when he gets a shove from Billy and then the blonde locks him in a headlock.  

“I’m sorry! I yield, uncle! uncle!” Eddie yell/giggles because he knows it's all a show. Billy would never actually hurt him. He’s stopped taking his anger out on people last October. And intends to keep it that way. He confided in Eddie about it. 

Billy lets Eddie go and be fooled by a false sense of confidence. When he walked in front of him, Billy slaps Eddie’s ass hard. When it gets the appropriate pained yelp, Billy smirks.  

“Well,” Steve laughs, one part uncomfortable, two parts aroused, “I was gonna ask if you cared Eddie’s here but-” 

“It’s fine,” Billy shrugs, following the smell of food into the kitchen. Maybe the presence of a third wheel will make it feel less tense.

“I brought weed,” Eddie smiles and Billy knows it’s going to be a good night. 

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[cavinginhisfvce]

THIS POST IS A MESS but,,

in the spirit of shipping billy with literally anyone i see fit, my brain can't help but crave billy x jey uso 🥴 I KNOW Y'ALL PROBABLY DON'T WATCH WRESTLING OR CARE BUT HEAR ME OUT PLS

like in a modern au with wrestler!billy???

im thinking abt billy's upbringing, the abuse he experienced at neil's hand and jey's current sl and treatment within the bloodline and the way he's being forced by roman to bend the knee through violence.

i can just imagine billy, in his mid to late twenties, being apart of the bloodline like sami zayn was, if for no other reason than because roman wanted to snag the newest intercontinental champion, to neutralize any threat of billy coming after his title, now now he's trying to free himself and jey from roman's abuse.

unlike sami, billy refuses to leave the bloodline without jey with him, much like he refused to leave max when they were younger. even with the warnings from other wrestlers about roman and his reputation, billy shows up with the bloodline each week. he fights for them, the way they all do. he, just like jey, jimmy, solo, paul heyman and the majority of the wwe universe, acknowledges roman reigns as head of the table. but he doesn't stop seeking jey out when he knows they'll be alone. he doesn't stop trying to convince the former tag champion that they could be free of the brainwashing, the gaslighting and violence at the hands of roman if they fought together. he tells jey he's important and worth something, because he knows he wishes someone had been this beacon of light for him growing up. he knows all it takes is one person caring enough to stay to make all the difference.

jey, who can't understand why there's suddenly another person trying to decide whats best for him, why there's another person who insists there's some good left inside of him.

billy, who knows exactly what its like to believe you were just rotted from the inside and slowly becoming a hollow shell of a person, who knows what using your fists to get through life can do to an individual.

billy and jey who against all odds, find themselves easily falling for the other, only to be found out by roman and paul heyman, who does whatever they have to try and put the two on the outs. it works, splitting the fresh couple up, leaving jimmy, jey's twin and their brother solo to try and mend the hurt caused by their cousin and his "wiseman".

#billy hargrove #billy antis dni #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove protection squad #wrestler billy hargrove #wrestler!billy #jey uso x billy hargrove #?? #maybe??? #billy hargrove angst #jey uso angst #tw: implied/referenced abuse #for ppl who dont know the storylines in wrestling are like a tv show #jey is related to roman but roman isnt actually abusive to his family #its all storyline/kayfabe #wwe x stranger things crossover??? #id include more st characters but yknow #if ur gonna be shitty dont bother x

[tiger8461]

Racism in and Around Stranger Things

There’s a lot of racism in and around Stranger Things.

Caleb McLaughlin is passed up for so many awards, despite being an amazing actor who nails every scene he’s in. The Stranger Things fandom ships Steddie (Steve and Eddie) 1000x more than they ship Jargyle (Jonathan and Argyle), despite Jonathan and Argyle having an actual bond. It’s because while Argyle’s race is never officially disclosed, his actor is Mexican American. Lucas does one thing wrong in season four, because all he wants is to stop being a social outcast (AND EVEN SHARES THE BASKETBALL TEAM’S MOTIVES WITH THE GROUP, RISKING THEIR TRUST IN HIM), and people think he’s a terrible guy.

Billy Hargrove verbally abuses Max and threatens her and the people she cares about, but to the majority of the Stranger Things fandom, it’s ok because he has a terrible, abusive dad who uses the F-slur, and Billy decided to let the mind flayer kill him! Billy could have been, say, suicidal, and not simply saving his stepsister! The fandom ships Harringrove (Billy and Steve), makes fanart about Billy portraying him in a positive way, etc. They almost certainly wouldn’t have done that if Billy was a person of color. Additionally, Billy took one look at Lucas and said to Max, and I quote, “There are some types of people in this world you stay away from. You stay away from [Lucas], you hear me?” Billy knew NOTHING about Lucas other than his physical appearance, so the only thing he could be referencing is Lucas’s race. Furthermore, Billy’s actor, Dacre Montgomery, has publicly denied Billy being racist TWICE, saying that he just wanted to protect Max, but when has Billy ever wanted that, save for a few brief seconds in the season three finale?

Furthermore, the Stranger Things cast is predominantly white. Most of the characters of color are either literally just the ensemble in the background of public scenes or the police/government (who are the antagonists the majority of the time). One of the only other characters of color who doesn’t fall one of into the aforementioned categories is Kali (the only character of Southeast Asian descent; the POC in Stranger Things are overwhelmingly Black) who gets two or three episodes of screen time and was actually an abusive character. (I can’t get any backup on that because when I search up ‘is Kali abusive’, the only thing that shows up is unrelated pages, but multiple people on Tumblr have said that she is). On a further note, the only main/side characters who are POC are portrayed stereotypically. Erica’s the sassy Black girl, Lucas is the angry Black boy, and while I love Argyle, his whole personality is basically just Stoner.

Additionally, before season four, there was literally no indication that Lucas liked basketball. The Duffer Brothers threw a nerdy, DND-loving guy onto the Hawkins High basketball team out of nowhere, and look at that! He’s the Black character! Black people are stereotyped as basketball players, so of course he’s on the basketball team!

This concludes my Stranger Things TEDtalk.

#stranger things #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #argyle stranger things #billy hargrove #max mayfield #steve harrington #eddie munson #jonathan byers #caleb mclaughlin #dacre montgomery #steddie #jargyle

[whenyouwishuponastar7]

pledging my time (1/?, 15,825 words) Pairing: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Rating: Explicit Tags: Canon Divergence, Canon Compliant, only up until parts of season 3, POV Steve, Robin & Steve Are Best Friends, PTSD, Steve Has Nightmares, Billy Lives, literally everyone needs a hug, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Referenced Child Abuse, Recovery, Healing, Flirting, Falling In Love, Secrets, Government Agencies, Protective Eleven, Soft Billy, The Upside Down, Supernatural Illnesses, everyone gets together to fight some bullshit but season 4 free, Complicated Relationships, Forgiveness, Idiots in Love, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

In which Steve Harrington’s life isn’t what it used to be. July 4th, 1985, changed everyone, and things aren’t better six months later. Steve is paranoid, followed by the shadows of monsters, and barely makes it through his day. Robin helps, but she says he needs more time. The paranoia he feels and the strange things he sees cause Steve to follow a hunch. It’s something that shouldn’t be possible, but it leads Steve straight to the doorstep of someone who should be dead. Billy Hargrove is changed, but his monsters simmer under his skin. He’s still Billy, but he carries scars, resentment and anger. Anger that Steve shares because, at the heart of everything that has gone wrong, a young girl grieves and isolates. Steve has a big problem hiding everything from Max Mayfield and isn’t afraid to show it. It isn’t fair, and come hell or high water, Steve will make it fair, even if it costs him love and a new family. But not everything is as it seems in Hawkins. The shadows of monsters may yet rise from the ground.

Let me know what you think! I'll post a moodboard once I post the last chapter. 💜

#harringrove #steve harrington/billy hargrove #steve x billy #whenyouwishuponastar writes #lord I hope y'all like this first chapter