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I wasn't able to finish anything on time for my @harringrovewinterbingo card, but I did have sketches for everything on it, so I'm going through and finishing some up. This is from A1: Touch Starved. 💞
My final fill for @harringrovewinterbingo !! I'm sad I wasn't able to fill out my whole card this time, but I'm pretty proud of this last one, especially since I got it done just under the buzzer. I hope everyone enjoys, and title comes from the song of the same name by Garbage.
Title: Automatic Systematic Habit
Square + Prompt: C3, Willingly Tied Up
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4736 Words
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Flirting, Jealousy, Possessive Billy Hargrove, Anal sex, Anal fingering, Mildly dubious consent, Forced feminization, Humiliation, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Creampie, Rough oral sex, Mild painplay, Spanking, Face slapping, Hair-pulling, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Coming untouched, Dirty talk, Rope bondage, Bondage and discipline, Bratty bottom Steve Harrington, Name-calling, Cum slut Steve Harrington, Freak Jonathan Byers
Summary: The main problem with dating Steve Harrington is that he was a relentless flirt. He knows it will get under Billy's skin if he flirts with whoever is around, usually Jonathan and Eddie. But Billy's had enough of it, and the three of them cook up a plan to put Steve in his place.
Also on: Ao3
The biggest problem with dating Steve Harrington was that he was a relentless flirt. And while that was a plus at the beginning of the relationship because Billy was too scared to make the first move, now that they’re officially together, he knows that continuing to flirt with others was going to get to him. Billy knew that, rationally, Steve was his and his alone. When they were alone together, Steve was the sweetest guy on the planet, and he showed it with unmatched affection time and time again. But he also knew that whenever they were around other people, especially other guys, Steve liked to push his buttons and get him riled up, and there was no better way to do that than to make him jealous by flirting with whoever was around. And since they only had a limited friend group now that high school was over, that meant he mainly flirted with the only other two guys around: Jonathan and Eddie.
It was getting to the point that they couldn’t do anything with them without Steve coming onto them in some way or another. If they went to the movies, he always put his arm around whoever was sitting next to him. If they were at home just hanging out, he’d throw out pet names and cuddle up to them on the couch, just to watch Billy squirm. If they went out to eat, he would always share his food and tell stupid jokes and throw out dumb pickup lines just to watch everyone else at the table go red in the face. And finally, Billy was getting fed up with it, so he decided it was time to do something about it. He waited for a day when he knew Steve had to work, and called the other two up to try and figure out what to do. They met at Eddie’s place, figuring it was the best since there would be no one else there to interrupt.
“So, I’m gonna be straight with you guys,” Billy said as they all got comfortable in the living room, “I think we should try and limit how much we hang out together, at least when Steve is around. I love him and I know he loves me, but whenever we hang out with you guys, too, he keeps flirting with you and it’s starting to get to me.”
“Why should it be getting to you?” Eddie asked as he picked at a scab on his wrist. “I mean, you said yourself, you love each other, you’ve told us before he only does it to get your goat, and he’s always been a massive flirt, it’s just in his nature. Nothing to get worked up over.”
“No, no, I think I’m with Billy on this. You’re right, Steve always has been a flirt, but I’ve never seen him go this hard when he’s in a serious relationship. I don’t think he’d ever cheat on anybody, but I also think it’s very possible for him to have a wandering eye,” Jonathan chimed in, then added, “Although, why he’d go for either of us when he’s already got someone way more attractive is beyond me. No offense, Ed.”
“None taken,” Eddie shrugged.
“So, I guess this means we’re in agreement about hanging out less?” Billy asked, looking back and forth between the other two.
“I guess,” Jonathan nodded.
“Or,” Eddie said, a mischievous little smile coming to his face, “We could try a different approach.”
“Like what?” Billy asked.
“Like giving him a taste of his own medicine,” he said, that smile only growing wider. “Think about it, the only way for him to see how what he’s been doing is affecting us is to affect him the same way. Let’s teach him a lesson the hard way so he knows exactly how we feel about all this.”
“And just how would we do that?” Jonathan asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, don’t you worry, Jonny,” Eddie grinned, “I’ve already got an idea.”
By the end of the afternoon, they had their plan fully worked out, and all they needed to do was pick the right time to execute it. They decided on a Sunday two weeks later, since they would all have off work and it would give them enough time to gather the things they needed. They decided that, since Steve had learned how to push all their buttons, they’d learn to do the same to him. It wasn’t hard, really. Billy already knew a lot about what Steve liked, and a lot about what made him feel insecure, so they built off of that. And by the time the two weeks passed and Sunday rolled around, they were more than ready.
That morning, Billy woke up next to Steve in his bed, and he couldn’t help the giddy, anxious feeling rising up in his chest as he thought about what was going to happen in a couple of hours. He laid there and thought about it until Steve woke up, and when he did, he wiped the smile off his face and pretended it was just another day.
“Good morning, baby,” he said, rolling onto his side and kissing him on his nose.
“Morning,” Steve mumbled back, smiling lightly and yawning before returning the kiss. Billy let himself enjoy it before he made himself focus. It was up to him to get the ball rolling, and he wasn’t about to waste any time.
“So, I’ve been thinking,” he started, grazing his fingers lightly over his boyfriend’s chest. “Since we have nothing to do today, I thought that maybe this afternoon, we could… try something new?”
“Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know, like… like letting me, maybe, tie you up? I know you like to take care of me when I’m vulnerable, so I want to try and do the same for you, but since I know you like to be in control most of the time, I figured this might be the best way to get you to relax and just let me do my thing,” Billy explained, knowing Steve would go for it if he framed it like that. And of course, he took the bait.
“I think that could be arranged,” Steve grinned, kissing Billy again as they sat up. “But first, breakfast.”
“Good, I’m starving,” Billy smiled, “I’ll meet you downstairs, I gotta piss.”
As soon as Steve was out of the room and Billy could hear him heading down the stairs, he grabbed the phone off of Steve’s nightstand, dialing Eddie’s number and waiting. As soon as he picked up, Billy told him their plan was set in motion, and Eddie said he and Jonathan would be there for the next part in an hour or so. Billy told him he’d leave the front door unlocked for them and they both hung up the phone, excitement bubbling up inside them as they both went on with their next steps. For Billy, that meant getting out what he needed and getting his emotions under control before he went downstairs and joined Steve for breakfast, stopping by the front door to unlock it before heading to the kitchen.
It didn’t take them long to eat, and the next thing they knew, they were heading back up the stairs and into Steve’s bedroom. Once inside, Billy whirled Steve around and pinned him against the door, kissing him hard and letting his hands wander, knowing that this was the quickest way to get him ready to go. Normally, he’d take his time with foreplay, but today, he didn’t have time for that.
“Baby?” He asked once he knew he had him worked up just enough, “Since I get to be in control today, will you let me dress you up a little?”
“If that’s what you want, babe,” Steve sighed, and Billy was surprised he gave in so easily. Steve normally wasn’t one to do that, but every so often he’d put on a special outfit or costume to make Billy happy. He was just glad he didn’t put up as much of a fight as he usually did.
“Good,” Billy grinned, “I already had it picked out for you.”
Steve nodded and smiled back as Billy led him over to the bed, where a lacy white lingerie set with little blue bows was all laid out and ready for him. Billy had to hide his rueful grin as he saw Steve’s face flush, glad to know he was getting to him already. Even when Steve did dress up for him, he never wore anything like this, anything girly, and if he hadn’t just said Billy could dress him up before he knew what he’d be wearing, he probably never would’ve. But it was too late to back out now, so he did his best to push aside his pride and let him start dressing him.
It didn’t take long to get him all done up, and Billy beamed with pride as he saw Steve sit in front of him, decked out in lace panties, a bralette, sheer stockings and a garter to keep them up. Steve had even let him put mascara on his eyelashes. He was so ready to throw him down and defile the cutesy little display before him, but he held off, instead getting the silk ropes he’d bought last week and instructing Steve to hold his hands behind his back so he could start binding him. He followed the little pamphlet of instructions that came with the ropes to tie his hands, then moved on to his legs, helping him into a kneeling position and tying the ropes so that his thighs and calves were together, leaving him no way to move his legs. He had just finished tying the final knots when he heard the door open and close downstairs, and he grinned again as he went to get the final touch that would turn this picture into a masterpiece. It was a little blue satin hair bow, the same color as the bows on the lingerie, and Billy’s smile only grew as he stuck it in Steve’s hair.
“You look so sweet, baby,” he cooed, loving the way he blushed, “Just like a little doll.”
“What was that?” Steve asked, having heard the door, too.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” he smiled, standing up and leaving him bound and helpless on the bed. “I invited some friends over to play with us.”
Upon saying it, the bedroom door opened, and Eddie and Jonathan walked in, smug smiles on both of their faces as they saw the scene before them. Although they’d known for weeks what to expect when they first walked in, neither of them had been fully prepared for the real thing. Their imaginations had been running wild for days, but they never could’ve dreamed up the shocked and slightly frightened expression on Steve’s face. It made him look even more like a little doll, and the idea that they were going to get to ruin him like this was more exciting than they could’ve imagined.
“Damn, Bill, had I known this was what we were missing, I’d have suggested this a long time ago,” Eddie said, sauntering over to the bed and flicking Steve’s nose. He wrinkled it up in response and scoffed, rolling his eyes like a little brat.
“What do you mean you suggested this? Billy, what the hell is going on?” Steve asked, glaring at Eddie until he realized Billy wasn’t answering him. He turned his head and audibly gasped, his jaw hanging open as he saw his boyfriend with his tongue down another man’s throat. He and Jonathan were making out like their lives depended on it, their hands all over each other, removing their shirts and touching everywhere, as if the others weren’t even in the room. Steve tried to look away, but Eddie grabbed his face and made him watch, chuckling darkly as he saw how it affected him. He had already been hard from earlier, but now it was noticeable, and his entire body looked flushed from a mix of embarrassment, jealousy and arousal. It was so cute to see him so helpless, and Eddie had to physically hold himself back from doing anything more than just holding him in place. This was a punishment, after all, he couldn’t let his own desires ruin things before Steve learned his lesson.
Pretty soon, though, Jonathan let Billy go, and he switched places with Eddie, settling himself behind Steve on the bed. He used one hand to hold his face in place like Eddie had, and started running the other over his chest, toying with him as they watched the other two make out.
“So, Stevie, how does it feel to know that I’ve taken another one of your partners right out from under you?” Jonathan whispered in his ear, leaning down to press his bare chest against his back. “It’s pretty hot, isn’t it?” Steve didn’t answer, only squirmed against him, and while it was titillating to know he was getting to him, it wasn’t the answer he wanted. “Isn’t it?” He repeated, his tone sharper this time, and he accentuated it by pinching his nipple through the bralette, making him jerk and huff before finally answering.
“Fuck! Fine, yes, it’s hot!” He grumbled, his skin feeling even hotter as he watched Billy and Eddie laugh at his pain. They were coming over to the bed now, losing their pants on the way, and sat in front of Steve, Jonathan moving to join them. Once he was there, they picked up right where they left off, putting on a sordid show of working each other up. Steve was still having trouble forming words as he watched them, jealousy and arousal still battling for dominance in his mind as they massaged each other’s dicks and marked each other with hickeys.
“Fuck, Eddie baby, that feels so good,” Billy groaned as Eddie spat in his hand and started to stroke him, Jonathan working overtime to bite and suck a hickey into his neck.
“You sound so sexy when you moan my name,” Eddie grinned, continuing to pump his fist as Jonathan joined in.
Billy smiled as they worked, continuing to moan and putting on a big show. He was never very vocal during sex, not after years of having to be silent just to jerk off without alerting anyone else in his house, but all that was going out the window now as he played it up, letting himself enjoy the sensations coursing through his body and not thinking twice. And it wasn’t hard to enjoy it. Jon and Eddie were actually really good at this, and it wasn’t long before he finally came, just as Steve finally managed to find his tongue.
“Um, hello? Is anyone gonna tell me what the hell is happening? Why are you two all over my boyfriend? And why are you just letting them touch you like that?!” He asked, clearly trying to move his hands around, but he couldn’t.
“Because you’re a bratty little bitch that needs to be put in his place,”Jonathan said, surprising all the others at how boldly he was speaking. “You need to learn what the consequences are if you’re gonna act like a whore all the fuckin’ time.”
“Uh, yeah, what he said,” Billy chimed in after a moment, still surprised at how the usually quiet and shy boy had completely flipped his attitude.
“What? You guys aren’t making any sense,” Steve pouted.
“Let me put it to you this way,” Eddie said, smirking and grabbing a corner of the blanket to clean off his hand, “You’ve been laying it on us thick to try and get under Billy’s skin and he was tired of it, and I suggested we give you a taste of your own medicine, so we cooked up this little scheme. Clever, huh?”
“And you just went along with this?!” Steve asked, turning his attention to Billy. “I seriously can’t believe you. This is practically cheating!”
“Oh, and what you were doing wasn’t?” Billy threw back, “You never passed up an opportunity to flirt with Eddie and Jon, especially after you knew it bothered me! At least all this is fake, it was all planned out just to bug you. When you would flirt with them, you clearly meant it!”
“Well...okay, fair point, but still! At least it was never physical!”
“You would literally make up excuses to cuddle up to us,” Jon said, rolling his eyes. “Besides, you’re being such a baby about this. It was just a handjob.”
“Jonny’s right, it really isn’t that big a deal. Especially since humiliating you and pissing you off was only the first part of the plan,” Eddie said, biting his lip. He looked Steve over slowly, taking him in fully before starting to crawl towards him, the other two following suit until he was surrounded. They all loomed over him, their eyes full of lust and wicked smiles stretched over their faces, ready to pounce. Steve’s eyes widened at first, like he was afraid for a moment, until Billy ran his hand through his hair, and he realized he wasn’t in any danger, just a bit of trouble.
After that, it was a free for all. Jonathan, Eddie and Billy were all over Steve, just like they’d been with each other. Any bit of him they could get at, they were there, touching, kissing, teasing, whatever they could do to elicit a response from him. Steve felt like the breath was knocked out of him when they attacked, and he was still struggling to get it back as they moved him however they wanted him. He closed his eyes as he began to feel overwhelmed, but it felt strangely freeing, and it was definitely turning him on. He was loving all the attention, and just as he was starting to show it, suddenly, they stopped altogether. He groaned in frustration as his eyes shot open and he glared at them, breathing heavily as he tried to ask them why they stopped, but his voice once again eluded him.
“What, did you think your punishment was over just because we started touching you?” Billy teased, tweaking his nose, which he knew he hated. “Oh, no, sweetheart, that was just to get you hard again. That’s what’s so fun about this. It’s not about what we can do for you, it’s about what we can do for ourselves by using you, and maybe we’ll give you some relief once we’re done.”
“So, are you gonna be a good little slut for us?” Jonathan asked, grabbing Steve’s face again, hard, and waiting. Steve didn’t know what to say, though, and he got impatient. He rolled his eyes again and spit into his still open mouth, then held it closed and asked again, “I said, are you going to be a good slut?”
This time, Steve nodded eagerly, seeming to come out of a trance as he swallowed hard and opened his mouth again. He wasn’t used to acting like this, usually he was the one in control, but it was like a switch had been flipped, and now, all he could think about was being treated like nothing more than an object, like he had no purpose but to make sure he satisfied everyone else in the room.
“Good boy,” Jonathan smiled, finally letting go of his face and looking at the other two. They nodded, and helped him move Steve so that he was kneeling on the floor, looking up at them with curiosity in his eyes. He waited patiently as they moved around him, Jonathan kneeling behind him, Billy in front, and Eddie standing to the side, all looking at him like he was a piece of meat and they were hungry wolves.
Finally, once they were settled around him, they pounced, Jon and Billy tearing at the panties he was wearing until they ripped them off, and Eddie grabbing his head and holding it to his crotch, making it clear what he wanted from him. Steve yelped at the sudden movement, but quickly composed himself and got to work, taking Eddie’s dick in his mouth and starting to suck. He loved the feeling of a big, heavy cock in his mouth, and he let that show clearly on his face as he worked his lips and tongue, barely even registering the sound of someone spitting into their hand. He didn’t even think about it until he felt Jonathan’s spit-slick member prodding at his ass, and he froze for a moment, much to Eddie’s annoyance. It’s not like he’d never had anything in his ass, but it had been a while, and with no prep beforehand, he knew it was gonna hurt a little bit until he got used to it. But he had no time to think about it, as an entirely different kind of pain exploded across his face when Eddie slapped him, hard.
“I never said you could stop,” he growled, grabbing Steve by the hair and forcing him to keep going. Steve was still trying to get caught up on everything that was happening, but he let Eddie move him however he wanted, tears springing to his eyes as he shoved all the way down his throat and held him there until he choked.
He was so overwhelmed, especially as Billy finally joined in, too, spitting in his hand and starting to spread it over Steve’s dick, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying this. It was rough, it hurt, he’d probably be feeling it for the next week at least, but it felt so good. He loved the way his brain was starting to shut off, the only things functioning being his nerves so that he could focus solely on the way his body felt. He felt like a live wire, ready to crackle and explode at any second, especially when Jonathan finally thrust inside of him without warning and Billy turned around and started fucking himself in his lap.
“Fuck, you’re a tight little tramp, aren’t you?” Jon groaned, grabbing onto Steve’s hips to help keep him still as he fucked into him. He couldn’t answer with Eddie still using his throat, but he whined as his eyes rolled back, and that seemed to be enough. Jon smacked his ass and got another whine out of him, and he must’ve loved that noise, because he kept doing it until his entire asscheek was covered in big red handprints.
“If you want tight, you should feel his throat,” Eddie sighed, holding Steve’s head down again. He had mascara running all over his face and spit dribbling down his chin, his hair was messed up and his skin was reddened wherever he’d been hit. He looked like a slutty renaissance painting, and felt like a dream.
“Yeah, he’s always been like that, always thought it made him less of a man if I was the one who fucked him,” Billy panted, continuing to bounce on his dick. “At least his fragile little ego is kinda paying off right now.”
“Fuck, yeah, it really is,” Eddie said, “I’m about to come right down his little fucking whore throat.”
“Same,” Jonathan grunted, smacking Steve’s ass again, “I’m gonna blow my load so deep in you, you’re gonna be able to taste it.”
“God, you really are not beating the ‘freak’ allegations, are you?” Billy chuckled, loving the way he blushed when he turned his head to look at him. “Heh. Never change, Jonny.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he mumbled as his blush grew brighter, but so did his smile, and finally, after a few more thrusts, he was gone. He cried out as he came inside Steve, fucking him through it until he felt like he’d faint if he didn’t pull out. He fell back against the bed and watched as Eddie came soon after, holding Steve’s head down to his hips until he’d emptied his balls, making him choke yet again as he filled his mouth with jizz. It was so much that, even though Steve swallowed most of it down, some still came out from between his lips and ran down his face, falling onto his chest and making his chest hair a sticky, matted mess.
Steve’s body was still reeling from the loss of sensation when Billy got off of him, too, leaving him empty and still on the verge of orgasm. He hadn’t been able to say anything about it, but he’d been close, too, and now that none of them were currently touching him, it was like being yanked back from a ledge. Suddenly, he could feel everything going on in his body he hadn’t noticed before, his sticky, tear-crusted face, his aching, half-numb legs, his tired, heavy arms, and his desperate, weeping cock. It was like being plunged into an ice bath, a shock to the system, and as soon as his throat was clear, he was going to beg them to let him come, too.
Before he could even get two words out, though, Billy was standing in front of him, pumping his cock fast and hard, just like he liked, until he was spilling all over his boyfriend’s face and hair. He knew he’d catch hell for that as soon as Steve could talk again, but right now, he didn’t care. It felt so good to ruin him, to put him in his place, and that made it all worth it.
As soon as he’d stepped back to sit down and admire their hard work, Billy saw a flash go off, and turned to see Jonathan standing in front of Steve again, this time with his camera in hand. He chuckled again and said, “Yeah, absolutely never gonna be beating those allegations.”
“What, you’re telling me you don’t want to be able to see him like this anytime you want?” Jon retorted, and Billy just shrugged. He had a point.
“As long as we all get a copy,” Eddie said, coming back into the room with a wet washcloth from the bathroom. Nobody had even noticed him leaving, but they were glad he had as they cleaned themselves up, just as Steve finally managed to speak up from his spot on the floor.
“I know you wanted to punish me or whatever,” he said, his voice absolutely wrecked, “But you’re not seriously gonna leave me hanging, are you?”
“Depends,” Billy said, grinning like a shark, “Did you learn your lesson?”
“Depends,” he smiled back, “If I say no, are you going to try again?”
“You really are a little whore,” Billy said, but his smile never faltered. “Fine, I guess if it didn’t work this time, we can always try and get through to you on another day. For now, boys, help me get him on the bed.”
Eddie and Jonathan did as they were told and helped Billy pick Steve up and get him on the bed. Billy untied him so he could stretch his legs and arms and then they were on him again, Jon and Eddie each holding one of his legs up and Billy sitting in front of him, teasing him just a little bit more with his fingers around his rim before shoving them inside. He started with two, then three, and fucked him with his hand until Steve was a writhing, moaning mess beneath them, crying out as more tears ran down his face and he came all over himself. He was still breathing heavily as they let his legs down and helped him sit up, letting him get ahold of himself before they helped him to the shower and let him clean up.
“So, do you think he’ll actually learn from this or what?” Jon asked as they got back to the bedroom and started getting dressed.
“Knowing him, probably not, but that just means we get to do this again,” Eddie said, “Right, Bill?”
“Yeah, sure,” he said, shrugging as he buttoned his pants, “It was honestly fun. Maybe next time, Jonny can bring a video camera so we can capture everything, not just the ending.”“And you had the nerve to call me a freak,” Jonathan teased, making the other two laugh.
Here is my second drawing for my 2025 card and my first drawing for my 2026 card for the @harringrovewinterbingo ❄️💕
Harringrove Winter Bingo 2025 : A2 - “But I don’t kiss” / A3 - Cold days, hot nighs // B1 - Hot sauna / B2 - Free Space / B3 - Northern lights // C1 - The perfect gift / C2 - Out of batteries / C3 - Hostage situation
Harringrove Winter Bingo 2026 : A1 - Tea getting cold / A2 - Camaro on ice / A3 - Starry sky, starry-eyes // B2 - Free Space / B3 - Meet the Parents // C1 - Not getting to nest / C2 - Ice castle / C3 - "I guess we'll have to share the bed."
Winter Shenanigans - 30.03.2026
Billy boy doesn't know yet there will be consequences for his dumbassery 😏❤️
Done using ink pens, alcohol markers, gel pens, watercolors, colored pencils, metallic ink pens, acrylic paint pens ans Photoshop for the background, snow effect, cold breath effect, saliva, the pattern on Billy's beanie and scarf and for the text in the bubble and for the prompt titles
AO3 post 1 / AO3 post 2 / Bluesky post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post
Done using ink pens, alcohol markers, gel pens, watercolors, colored pencils, metallic ink pens, acrylic paint pens ans Photoshop for the background, snow effect, cold breath effect, saliva, the pattern on Billy's beanie and scarf and for the text in the bubble
AO3 post 1 / AO3 post 2 / Bluesky post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post
My fifth fill for the @harringrovewinterbingo with the prompt of A2 - Fever.
I’ll do anything I can (to help you through) on AO3 here!
A lil snippet below the cut.
It was Steve’s birthday in two weeks and to his surprise, thirty is actually looking pretty fucking good. Seventeen year old Steve would have never thought it, but he and Billy had left Hawkins almost eight years ago now after the Upside Down reared it’s nasty head for the last time and life had been smooth sailing ever since.
They’d both bounced around jobs at first before Steve found his calling in coaching on the weekends and with Billy’s encouragement he took the leap. Steve started taking night classes to get into teaching and now he has a job that he loves with a class of second grade kids who look forward to seeing him every day.
Seventeen year old Steve wouldn’t have believed that either.
It had taken a bit longer for Billy to find his thing.
Steve had taken to calling him Barbie because like her, Billy had tried everything. He’d worked every form of retail there was, he’d slung coffee, there were numerous stints in bars, and he’d worked as a personal trainer and swimming teacher for a bit. Billy had even worked in a sex shop at one point though Steve doubts there’s a Barbie for that.
Steve had really thought the garage was the one that would stick, Billy liked it there and had managed to stick it out for eight months. That was before the fire of course.
The fucking fire that broke out in the garage during one of Billy’s shifts, thankfully everyone had got out. Everyone except Missy, the stray cat who had made the garage it’s home and who the guys kept around as a mascot. Of course, it had been Steve’s idiot who ran back into a literal fire for the damn cat, finding her under one of the cars being worked on and earning himself a scolding when the firefighters arrived.
Billy had come home to him that day with two things. The damn cat, (who still doesn’t like Steve) and an idea for another career change.
This is my sixth entry for this year @harringrovewinterbingo! The entry is for the square A2 "Rescue Service".
I confess I took inspiration from a Modern Family episode where Phil helps his son flirting with a girl, with comic results.
Rating: General WC: 2627
Summary: Max and Lucas are only two shy thirteen years old who like each other. They need just a little help from their heartthrob old brother and friend to sort it out.
This is my seventh entry for this year @harringrovewinterbingo! The entry is for the square A3 "Barista at a ski resort in Aspen".
Rating: Teen and up
WC: 2725
Summary:
Life takes many turns.
Billy is working at an exclusive resort in Aspen and is serving drinks for the Harrington family's newest couple.
The name on the sign takes many memories to him while he was mixing his drinks.
Enter Steve Harrington.
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A little snippet:
Steve spent some more time chatting with older relatives and cousins, and by then everyone seemed more relaxed, more willing to leave him alone. He even danced a little with his aunts to the jazz music played by the live band, until they said their goodbyes and the guests began to leave. The fiancés stayed until the very end, kissing and greeting everyone, then said goodbye to Steve as well and headed to their room.
Steve collected his jacket and waved at Billy.
“Well, it wasn’t as bad as I expected,” he sighed, while Billy cleaned the last glasses and his colleagues started turning off the lights.
“Oh, leaving already?” Billy smiled. “Don’t you want a parting drink? It’s on me,” he added with a wink. Steve blushed.
Billy poured two shots, mixing colorful liquors into a neat pattern.
“Cheers,” he said, clinking his glass against Steve’s, and they downed them in one go.
“Hey, it’s good! It’s really good.”
Billy giggled. “I made it. I call it ‘Going commando’,’” he added, winking again.
Square | Prompt: B1 | Abduction To Love | Pairing: Harringrove
I want a Love
As warm as the sun
To melt all the ice
That I have become
[Lyric Source]
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My Second fill for the @harringrovewinterbingo
A quiet moment of confession and uncertainty after months of butting heads.
I wanted to write a small companion piece to this just to emphasise the connection to the square, but I really struggled to get it right... so I hope the art kind of speaks for itself...
Square | Prompt: C1 | Tears Like Ice Shards | Word Count: 2218 | Rating: M (to be safe) | Pairing: Pre-Harringrove | Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, hurt/minor comfort, Half-Human!Steve Harrington, Ifrit/Ifrit Host!Billy Hargrove, Demonic Possession, some descriptions of blood and scarring on and around the eyes*, Crying, Iris Nevi, Winter Curse, Past Death of a Parent Mentioned, Billy's Cruelty Is The Demon | "What the…” he exhaled, parting his hands and searching Billy’s face, could he see this? “I… I’m crying.”
*I have a really bad issue with eye-trauma myself and can be quite easily triggered but this is very light, all of it is in the past.
My first fill for the @harringrovewinterbingo (heck I managed one, two actually, second needs a companion piece though)
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“Get off me, you brute!” Steve yelped, struggling to get his feet beneath him as Billy hauled him up off of the hard stone floor by the enchanted chain that had rested against his chest, golden links clinking.
“They’re not coming for you!” Billy seethed, claws rasping across the floor like striking flint as he dragged Steve along behind him, “They have no reason to.” he growled, Steve could see the cracks in his skin widening in his anger, heat pouring off of him in nauseating waves as bright blue flame flared within the demon’s vessel.
“The villagers love me, my friends love me!” Steve protested, pulling back against Billy as the Ifrit bled through, unsure where the hells he was taking him, “My fa–”
“They don’t,” Billy turned, chest heaving, strange, bright eyes crazed, a pain etched into his features that didn’t belong to the demon trying to burst free of him, raw and undertoned with a childlike fear, “They're better off without you, and the sooner you see that, the better.” Tusk-like fangs suddenly curled past his lips as the fire raged inside him and his vessel struggled to contain him, the cracks in his skin weeping azure magma that dripped down his deep red limbs onto the cavern floor, adding further strange speckles and lumps to the rocky surface that cooled into blackened stone.
Steve shook his head in disbelief, the Ifrit, or the poor soul it was wearing, must be lost in his own grief, his own distrust of people and community, because there was no way he could think that of Steve.
Steve was loved, the villagers cared for him, they supported each other, they helped each other, they knew each other, they were his friends.
He was loved, the children looked up to him, they pestered him relentlessly, always trying to cheer him up with their mischief, they would miss him, they must miss him.
His father… It wasn't his father's fault that Steve drew bitterness from him, Steve knew he was a burden on his father’s soul, knew he had her eyes, that shades of her lingered in his very being. He was a painful reminder of the woman he had killed by being born, but he was a reminder, and his father had told Steve in no uncertain terms that her spirit, lingering within his chest, is what he loves.
He loved his father. His father would come for him.
“You’re wrong,” Steve said firmly, stumbling forwards when the Ifrit yanked his chains, “They’ll come for me, but you’re a demon, they need to plan, to prepare, to rally!” He plucked at excuses, any reason they might have for him being stuck here for months already.
“They won’t come for you, they are thriving without you,” the Ifrit shot over his shoulder, “They’re happy you’re gone.” his mouth cracked into an inhuman grin and Steve dug his heels in, leaning back against the strong tug of a clawed hand on chain.
“You’re lying!” he snapped, the chains grew taut and the Ifrit yanked him harder, causing him to stumble towards the mouth of the cave, closer to the demon,
“Why would I lie to you, halfbreed?” the Ifrit sneered, hauling him close this time, his face no longer recognisable as Billy,
“You’re a demon, all you do is lie!” Steve spat, “Like that! Halfbreed! I’m not, I’m like everyone else!”
“Of course you are,” the creature huffed, “because everyone else’s sorrow causes blight, everyone else’s misery unfurls the winter blooms, everyone else has these.” He brought his free hand up to flick Steve’s ear hard, the sharp knock of a rounded claw causing Steve to flinch away and cover his ears protectively, shame colouring his cheeks as he felt the pointed helix pushing against his fingers.
“None of that’s true.” he hissed through his teeth, scowling at the Ifrit, hating the way Billy looked when the demon took a hold of him, pouring out of the cracks in his skin, twisting his features into something horrible. He didn’t exactly like Billy, Billy had been the one to abduct him, Billy had been the one to threaten him, to lock Steve in manacles that had once held him, but this thing, this demon? He loathed it.
Billy wanted to kill Steve to release himself from the demon’s snare, which was almost understandable, given Steve had left home to kill the demon before it had captured him. The Ifrit restrained Billy with its power and Steve with enchanted bindings because it wanted to play with them both.
The Ifrit reached out to him and Steve flinched back, the scalding hot, clawed hand following and biting into his shoulder, turning him forcefully towards the mouth of the cave,
“Then what’s that, if not a village no longer affected by your halfbreed blight?” it growled, voice like rubble cascading down a cliffside.
The Ifrit shoved Steve, laughing hoarsely as Steve tripped and sprawled across the stone, chains clattering around him, sharp rocks biting into his palms, his fingers spreading towards the snow-kissed rock just beyond the cave’s entrance. Steve glared over his shoulder, sniffing against the pain and awkwardly lifting himself to his feet, trying not to tangle the enchanted chain connecting his collar to his wrists and one ankle, but all the Ifrit did was jerk his chin up, look.
Steve tilted his head back, chin raised in the illusion of pride as he turned to face his lies head-on, the breath punching out of him when he spotted Hawkins in the valley below. Snow, frost-bitten brush, and stone covered the mountain he was trapped in, and when he had left, that same grey gloom had coated the village of Hawkins too, but where he had last seen his home laden in snow, with barren fields and churning smoke from blue fires within chimneys, he saw colour.
The different fields were green with grass speckled in bright flowers and yellowing with the budding of crops, sloped roofs were no longer buried under a blanket of white, the sliver of the village thoroughfare was a rich brown instead of soil blackened with frost, and the heart shaped lake at its centre had boats in it.
How?
For Steve’s entire life, Hawkins had been a picture of winter, crops struggled to grow, trees were husklike wraiths left standing to support lamps, the bitter chill was eternal, beset by a winter curse that even Neil Hargrove’s blue alchemical fire couldn’t fight off for long. He’d never seen a spring flower, never seen lover’s lake thaw, never seen that the shingled roof of his home–attached to the Town Hall–was stained blue.
“I don’t understand…” he exhaled, “What did you do?” he asked, it must be a trick, an illusion, some unknown power the Ifrit harboured and hadn’t abused him with yet,
“I did nothing,” the Ifrit chuckled, “This is what you did, und–undone,” something crackled behind him but Steve couldn’t tear his eyes away from his home, if he looked hard enough the illusion would break, it had to. “The bitterness in you, the misery you hold, that’s why the winter never ended, you caused it.” the creature’s voice was tense, strange,
“It can’t be…” Steve shook his head, as if the snow would settle back over the village of Hawkins in spite of the clear, cloudless sky above it, as if the evidence contrary to his beliefs wasn’t painted in vibrant hues down in the valley.
“It is.” Billy’s voice rumbled with the lingering echo of the ifrit hiding beneath his skin, the scalding heat of his presence had cooled minutely, like the inferno trapped within him had quelled somewhat.
“No…” Steve refused, “How can it be my fault?” He turned to face Billy, stunned by how human he looked, the rage and fury that had made the cracks in his skin throb with barely contained azure fire was gone, replaced by an unfamiliar calm that had settled over him, a sheen of sweat plastering his hair to his forehead.
There was something odd in his gaze, and all Steve could assume was that Billy was himself again as he lifted a spiked shoulders in a shrug, head shaking slightly, I don’t know what to tell you.
Steve felt a bitter tug in his sternum, pressure starting to swell and throb between his temples, anguish clutching at his chest and stuttering his breathing, then his eyes started to sting. He let out a curse, lost in the rattle of chains as he rubbed the heels of his palms against his eyes, trying to fight away the burning need to shed tears he just… couldn’t release.
Sharp, cold grit clung to his skin, tumbling away from his lashes as he rubbed and rubbed, sniffing wetly, because it couldn’t be his fault, he was just a man, and barely even that, how could a boy cause an entire village to suffer like that without knowing?
Searing hot hands touched just below the cuffs on his wrists, claws a delicate press to the soft, thin skin covering delicate veins, prying his hands away from his face with an uncharacteristic gentleness, Steve peered at him, eyes stinging,
“Look…” Billy’s voice was softer now, human, his strange eyes bright and shining as he glanced past Steve, tempting him to turn around the same way the Ifrit had, but… different somehow, kinder maybe, awed.
He couldn’t do it, he didn’t know what Billy wanted him to see, but it couldn’t be good. He shook his head and tried to draw his hands up, to wipe away the fresh crust of misery clinging cold to his lashes, hurting his eyes. If he kept rubbing, the grit would scrape his eyes and skin, and he’d end up bleeding again, he always did, but he couldn't help it, even when the scalding burn of Billy’s skin so close warmed his cheeks.
His fingers came away damp, something trickling across his skin, too cold to be blood drawn by the tiny shards trapped beneath the creases of his eyelids, he opened his eyes and watched as a clear bead of water crept down his wrist, past a golden manacle, hissing as it settled against Billy’s clawed fingers. He blinked and felt moisture clinging to his lashes, felt one fall and hit his cheek, racing down his skin, “What the…” he exhaled, parting his hands and searching Billy’s face, could he see this? “I… I’m crying.” Billy’s eyes flicked to his, followed the line of his cheek subtly,
“You seem surprised...” Billy huffed, cocking his head and smirking, Steve thought it was cutting and cruel at first, but he noticed the softness at the corners of Billy’s lips, the way one side tugged up higher, it was different to the chastening look he usually gave him, and the cruel grin of the Ifrit.
“I don’t cry,” he snapped, “I’ve never cried before,” he pulled his hands free of Billy’s almost burning grasp and wiped his face, frowning when instead of the cool trail of tears, he dusted something from his cheek, he looked at his hand, confused, “it was… it wasn’t… I…” it was different to the usual dusting that clung to his lashes, clearer, finer, soft powder like snow. He rubbed it between his fingers, “I don’t understand…” he blinked, sharp and painful as more sorrow welled up, head and eyes throbbing with it when he sniffed loudly.
“I think I do now…” Billy lifted his hand once more, hesitating and silently asking permission when Steve met his gaze, nodding. He watched Billy’s deep red, stone rough fingers as a knuckle traced the soft, puffier skin below his eye, the heat of Billy’s rough skin was still so strange, but instead of feeling dry and prickling, Steve felt his lashes grow heavy with damp, blinking quickly until the tear shook loose and spilled against Billy’s skin, hissing into steam until Billy withdrew and fresh tears followed the dusted path of clinging frost before freezing against Steve’s cheek. “Pretty…” Billy murmured, looking at the rounded droplets clinging to Steve’s skin like crystals,
“Fuck.” Steve exhaled, scrubbing at his cheeks with his hands, this was insane, this whole time, every time he’d grown upset enough for that painful pressure to clog his head up with oil-damp wool, it had been ice, tiny frosted needles buried between his lashes, building and building until it hurt, until the bullying of his palms against his eyes had made him bleed. He had scars, little imperfections in the lens to crisscross over amber freckles, barely noticeable missing lower lashes where the skin was silvered soft, thin scars following the crease of the lid outward where his knuckles had drawn shards in wide streaks.
He turned away from Billy, trying to hide the crumpled look on his face from the Ifrit and the man he wore, realising it was a mistake when he saw the flurry of snow outside, snow from a storm that didn’t exist before the cloud of anguish had filled his head.
“Oh Gods…” he choked out, a howling wind sweeping past the mouth of the cave as fresh shards formed beneath his sore eyelids, a sob ripped from his chest, “It really is my fault… It’s all my fault…”
This is my fifth entry for this year @harringrovewinterbingo! The entry is for the square C3 "Winter Masquerade Party". I tried to write a sort of "Game of Thrones" inspired fic, with political plot, sex and so on, but I think I kind of lose the point at the end.
Rating: Explicit
WC: 4401
TW: implided consensual torture, implied use of drugs
Summary: Princess Max and her strong-willed brother Billy are used to standing up for themselves. They are the Winter Masquerade as part of their father’s cruel plans, they move through a world of masks, secrets, and dangerous games. Then Prince Steve appears: charming, clever, and impossible to ignore, and suddenly their wills are tested. Between hidden glances, secret plans, and temptation, Max and Billy must decide how far they are willing to go… and what they are willing to risk for freedom, power, and desire.
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A little snippet:
The carriage was swinging awfully every time the wheels hit a puddle. The road was muddy and bumpy, so it happened often.
Princess Max was sitting ruffled and uncomfortable in the seat, looking out of the window, annoyed.
“Stop fidgeting,” grunted her brother Billy, as bothered as she was by the inconvenience of the trip.
“Tell me again why we are going through this shit,” hissed Max.
Billy rolled his eyes. “They invited us to the winter ball and Father thought it was a great occasion to…”
“To meet my fiancé,” barked Max, finishing the sentence everyone kept reciting to her whenever she argued with that questionable decision.
“I know, right?” snorted Billy, who disagreed with the decision as much as his sister, if not more.
The thing was that, since her birth, Princess Maxine had been nothing more than trade goods for their father, as he had never taken an interest in her until she was old enough to marry. Since then, he had put together a web of conversations and alliances to find the best agreement to give Max away. Not the best for her, of course, but for himself, his power and his kingdom. It never mattered to him in whose hands Max would fall, as in this case, to a perverted, sanguinary man like King Steve, the ruler of the biggest nearby kingdom.
Max would run away that very moment, and Billy would gladly help her, if it hadn’t been for their mother. The king would immediately kill her in vengeance if they refused to obey.
Billy looked at his sister, dressed as the next guard, her red hair braided by himself, so young and full of life and about to be sold away, maybe tortured and raped only for the sake of power and blood. He hated his father for that, as if he needed more reason. In fact, King Neil had sent him away with Max to keep him out of the castle, not only because of the scandal he didn’t mind creating with young scullery boys and squires, but also because he suspected that his son was actively trying to kill him.
Max cursed at the last bump in the road. Billy’s brain tried to work fast to find a solution to an impossible dilemma.
He’s always so fucking tired now, it’s almost like when the shadow left his body it took everything that Billy had left with it and only left him with only two things: numbness and fear. He tries for Max, can tell the kid’s practically vibrating with the need for Billy to be normal again but he’s performed so many versions of Billy Hargrove over the years that he’s not sure which one is real anymore.
The newest flavour of the bullshit that is Billy’s life is the whole being fucking kicked out thing. The first night that his dad dragged him out of bed and directly out the front door had been enough of a surprise that Billy felt something other than his two stock emotions. Shock.
