Hellfire Club

Independent, semi-selective, Stranger Things multimuse rp blog written by TJ. I am 30+ years old and politely request that minors DNI. This blog runs mostly on a queue so replies may be slow at times. Triggering content may occur to include violence, abuse, mental health issues, smut, etc. Follow at your own risk!

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Hello! My name is TJ (she/they). I’m 30+ years old and I have been writing for about 20 years. Welcome to my Stranger Things multimuse rp blog! I hope you enjoy your time here and find a muse you’d like to roleplay with. This blog is low-medium activity and mostly queue based. It may take a couple days or weeks for me to reply. Please don’t hesitate to contact me if you want to plot. If you add me on Discord, just shoot me an IM here on Tumblr first so I know to look out for your friend request! Please do not follow or interact if you are a minor. This blog is 18+.

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WILL BYERS ★ @kardiaerasti

Will   usually   had   good   control   of   his   emotions   —   he   kept   contained   and   composed,   never   truly   expressing   his   anger   because…   well,   what   good   did   that   do?   Nothing   at   all,   he   notes   simply.   However,   the   past   eight   months,   returning   to   Hawkins,   feeling   him   again,   despite   being   weak,   it   was   overwhelming;   draining   the   energy   out   of   him   and   he   was   falling   further   into   this   endless   spiral   of   emotions   and   cluttered   thoughts   that   were   inseparable.   Shame   and   guilt   gnawed   at   his   insides,   causing   the   boy   to   hunch   slightly   to   avoid   his   friend’s   gaze,   and   focused   on   Dustin’s   words   instead.   

The   brunet   sniffles,   using   the   palm   of   his   hand   to   wipe   away   the   stray   tears   that   trek   down   his   cheeks.   ‘   No,   no…   I   shouldn’t   expect   you   to   be   at   beck   and   call,   you’re   not   a   dog   ’   he   huffs   out   a   weary   chuckle,   trembling   fingers   fiddling   with   each   other;   another   habit   he   had   picked   up   from   his   older   brother.   Will   found   solace   and   comfort   in   what   he   lost   —   playing   DnD   in   Mike’s   basement,   triumphant   cries   being   heard   from   upstairs.   They   served   more   as   bittersweet   memories   than   anything   else   now,   and   that   thought   tightens   his   chest.   

‘   I   should’ve   reached   out   more.   I   guess…   being   so   far   away,   I…   convinced   myself   maybe   nobody   was   missing   me    ’   another   weaker   chuckle   leaves   his   lips,   mustering   the   courage   to   glance   up   at   Dustin.    ‘  and   I   know   it’s   …selfish.   I   just   miss   everyone   —   you,   Lucas,   Max.   I   hate   being   so   far   away   from   everyone   I   love    ’   he   explains   softly,   before   going   quiet   to   allow   the   other   to   speak.   Tears   prickle   in   umber   hues   once   more   and   he   inhales   a   shuddering   breath.   Could   he   really   speak   what   was   eating   away   at   him?   There   was   so   much   festering   inside   him   that   he   couldn’t   distinguish   what   was   hurting   him   the   most.

The   boy   remains   quiet   momentarily,   mulling   over   his   words   as   a   weary   smile   remains   on   his   lips.   Dustin’s   words   did   feel   like   home.   Reminded   him   of   a   simpler   time   when   he   didn’t   feel   so   detached   from   everyone.   His   hand   moves   and   reciprocates   the   affectionate   squeeze   on   his   friend’s   own   hand.    ‘  …Jeez,   I…   don’t   even   know   where   to   start,   Dustin    ’  he   admits   quietly.    ‘  There’s…   so   much   here,   I   don’t   want   to…   I   don’t   know,   be   too   much    ’

                              IT   OCCURRED   TO   HIM   THAT   WILL   hadn't   been   around   to   see   how   much   they'd   all   grown   apart   recently,   and   how   much   it   killed   Dusitn   a   little   inside.   Maybe   it   was   inevitable   that   they   were   grow   up   and   drift   away   from   each   other   with   the   introduction   of   new   friends   or   relationships   or   sports.   People   were   meant   to   change   as   they   got   older   but   that   didn't   mean   Dustin   had   to   like   it.   It   didn't   mean   he   couldn't   be   hurt   by   the   idea.   Lucas   had   found   the   basketball   team   and   a   whole   group   of   jocks   that   Dustin   couldn't   stand.   Mike   was   wrapped   up   in   Eleven   to   the   point   where   he   didn't   see   much   of   anything   else,   and   then   there   was   him   and   there   was   Will.   It   was   possible   they   were   more   alike   than   either   of   them   realized.   

❝   It's   not   like   it   was,   ❞   he   said   softly.   ❝   Like   before   everything   happened   with   the   Upside   Down   and   you   went   missing.   We've   all   slowly   been   following   different   paths.   Lucas   has   basketball   and   Mike   has   El.   ❞   Dustin   shrugged.   ❝   Kinda   leaves   you   and   me   in   the   dust,   doesn't   it?   ❞   It   might   be   an   unfair   perspective.   Dustin   had   been   close   with   Eddie   and   Steve,   and   he   was   growing   closer   to   Robin.   As   for   Max,   well,   that   was   a   whole   different   story.   

It's   clear   to   him   that   Will   is   keeping   something   secret.   Dustin   can   read   it   in   his   posture,   and   in   the   expression   on   his   face.   They've   known   each   other   since   they   were   practically   in   diapers   and   he   can   tell   when   one   of   them   isn't   doing   well.   It   might   be   selfish   but   Dustin   sort   of   realized   in   that   moment   that   he   wanted   to   be   needed,   wanted   to   be   someone's   go-to   guy   to   spill   their   guts   or   have   a   shoulder   to   cry   on.   There   was   something   distinctly   lacking   in   his   life   recenetly,   since   Eddie   hadn't   made   it   back   from   the   Upside   Down.   

Dustin   Henderson   needed   to   be   needed.   

❝   You   won't   be   too   much,   ❞   he   says,   shaking   his   head.   ❝   You're   my   friend,   Will.   One   of   my   best   friend's.   Your   shit   is   my   shit,   right?   ❞   That's   how   it   was   supposed   to   be.   Even   if   the   four   of   them   drifted   apart,   forged   different   paths,   they   would   still   have   each   other   to   lean   on   during   the   hard   times.   At   least   that's   what   he   was   hoping.   ❝   Tell   me   what's   going   on,   bud.   I   promise   I   won't   judge   you.   Actually,   I   won't   say   anything   at   all.   I'll   just   listen.   ❞   He   would   try   in   any   event.   Dustin's   brain   to   mouth   filter   sometimes   malfunctioned   at   inopportune   moments.   

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STEVE HARRINGTON ★ @hwknsking

Steve didn’t know what he’d expected it to cost, but it was a pleasant surprise that he didn’t have to pay for the first one. With a smile on his lips, he nodded and let Eddie guide him back outside before settling down next to him on the porch. “Well, … it’s hard to explain and you probably wouldn’t believe a word of it but … I’ve seen some bad things. And it’s … it’s been haunting my dreams for weeks. I just, I … can’t get it out of my head.” He shrugged a little and sighed, remembering the battle at Starcourt Mall. They’d lost people that day. Hopper, Billy, the Flayed. The people of Hawkins didn’t know it, but the truth was far more gruesome than a fire. 

Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. “So, I tend not to sleep much at all anymore.” Leaning back for a moment, he just stared at the sky, smiling at the the fact that there wasn’t a cloud to be seen. “If this helps however, … I’m going to be forever grateful.” Steve really was exhausted, the lack of sleep was catching up on him and it was affecting his daily life. Work was harder, and there was no denying that some things just needed longer to sink in.

“Say … is the sky always so dreamy here?” He mused, not quite certain if his words even made sense right now. And he hadn’t even smoked the weed yet. Maybe he better shut up before Eddie decided he shouldn’t have it, that he was out enough of things already.

                              EDDIE   TOOK   A   SEAT   ON   THE   TOP   STEP   of   the   porch   and   proceeded   to   roll   a   joint   from   the   papers   in   his   pocket.   He'd   done   this   so   many   times   he   barely   had   to   think   about   it,   and   licked   the   end   of   it   so   the   paper   would   stick   in   place.   He   handed   it   to   Steve,   along   with   a   lighter   and   nodded   to   show   he   was   listening.   ❝   Ah   yeah,   the   fire   and   stuff   at   the   mall   was   pretty   intense.   You   worked   there,   right?   At   the   ice   cream   place?   ❞   Malls   weren't   exactly   Eddie's   stomping   grounds   so   he   avoided   them   the   best   he   could.   When   it   had   been   announced   that   Starcourt   Mall   was   being   built,   he'd   had   no   interest   in   it   whatsoever.   He   knew   it   was   going   to   change   the   economic   layout   of   the   town,   and   he'd   been   right.   Lots   of   small   businesses   had   closed   down   until   after   the   fire   had   happened.   

❝   You   might   be   surprised   what   I'm   willing   to   believe,   Harrington.   ❞   Eddie   smiled   faintly   and   began   to   roll   his   own   joint.   He   looked   up   to   the   sky   when   Steve   mentioned   it   and   shrugged.   ❝   Yeah,   I   guess.   Kinda   outside   on   the   fringe   here   so   you   don't   have   all   the   street   lights   and   shit   getting   in   the   way   of   the   stars.   ❞   He   had   to   admit   that   while   the   trailer   park   he   lived   in   what   a   shithole,   it   did   have   a   pretty   great   view   of   the   sky.

He   put   the   joint   between   his   lips   and   lit   it,   inhaling   a   deep   lungful   and   holding   it   for   a   few   seconds   until   it   burned.   Eddie   released   the   smoke   in   a   series   of   smoke   rings   that   floated   up   and   faded   away.   ❝   So   are   you   gonna   tell   me   what's   got   you   up   all   night?   ❞   he   asked,   resting   his   arms   on   the   top   of   his   knees.   

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ELEVEN ★ @hvbris

El’ had missed Max, she had missed Max so fucking much. More than she’d have thought, more than she’d missed Mike. California was Hell, and it was Hell really because the redhead wasn’t there. Sure, Lenora High was the worst school ever, Angela was a mouthbreather (but Billy had made sure she wouldn’t annoy El’ no more) and here the weather was dry and hot and horrible. But none of this would have mattered if Max had been there.

Oh, she was happy to live with Billy, and with Jonathan and Will, whom they all saw as brothers now. And so, she had assumed that THIS was why she had missed Max so much. Why she felt so incomplete away from her best friend. That this was all some sisterhood bond that she craved. But the minute Max has walked towards her, El’ had been crushed by a confusing realization. 

The way she had felt seeing her friend walk towards her was new, intense, something she’d never felt before. Butterflies in her stomach, face all hot and flushed, and Max’s hair smelled so nice, how did it smell so nice? Nothing like the way she felt around her brothers. It was more like how she felt around… Mike? And this left her puzzled.

She was still very much confused when they laid in her bed, and the fact that Max looked so pretty didn’t help. Her red hair were sprawled on the pillow like flames, and she had the shiniest eyes, even in the darkness. 

“I’ve missed you too,” she breathed out, and she wondered if she was blushing, she FELT like she was blushing, “it’s weird here without you.”

When Max leaned in to tuck her hair, El’ felt like her heart had stopped beating, like she was dead and alive at the same time, like she couldn’t breathe. And then, she kissed her, and it was the softest kiss, and it smelled so nice, and her lips were so warm and soft. So she replied to the kiss, happier than she’d ever felt. 

“I liked that,” she whispered with a smile when they broke the kiss, still laying very close to each other.

                              BEFORE   NEIL   AND   THE   MOVE   TO   HAWKINS   she   had   been   exposed   to   a   lot   more   of   the   world   than   a   lot   of   people   in   Hawkins.   After   her   parents   divorce,   she   and   her   mother   had   moved   into   a   small   apartment   in   the   dingier   part   of   Los   Angeles.   It   had   been   all   her   mom   could   afford   at   the   time.   Max   had   spent   a   lot   of   time   by   herself   because   her   mother   worked   two   jobs   to   make   the   rent.   The   neighbor   next   door   kept   an   eye   on   Max   though   she   was   old   and   it   was   easier   to   slip   out   from   under   her.   In   those   afternoons   while   her   mom   worked,   she   did   her   homework,   then   snuck   down   the   fire   escape   with   her   skateboard   to   head   for   the   park.   Said   park   being   on   the   other   side   of   West   Hollywood,   where   it   was   normal   to   nearly   run   right   into   a   drag   queen   on   six   inch   platform   heels.   It   was   normal   to   see   two   men   holding   hands   or   two   girls   kissing,   and   it   was   unfortunately   normal   to   see   those   people   get   bullied   by   those   who   purposely   wandered   into   the   district   intentionally.   

It   was   still   confusing   to   Max   when   she   realized   that   she   didn't   just   miss   El   after   the   other   girl   had   left   Hawkins.   She   had   been   heartbroken.   It   had   all   made   sense   when   they   saw   each   other   again   in   the   airport,   the   way   she   clung   to   the   other   girl   like   El   would   be   taken   away   from   her,   how   prety   Max   thought   she   as   with   her   now   long   dark   hair   and   brighter   eyes.   And   now   it   seemed   just   that   much   more   clear   as   they   lay   side   by   side,   flushed   from   a   gentle   kiss.   Max's   heart   was   fluttering   in   her   chest.   How   was   she   ever   going   to   be   able   to   leave   California   now?   It   was   going   to   break   her   heart   all   over   again.   Max   was   half   tempted   to   call   her   mom   and   tell   her   she   was   just...simply   not   coming   back.   Max   wondered   if   Ms.   Byers   would   be   okay   adopting   yet   another   kid.   

❝   I   liked   it   too,   ❞   Max   replied   just   as   softly.   She   can't   help   herself   as   she   reaches   to   twirl   a   bit   of   El's   hair   around   her   index   finger.   ❝   You   look   really   pretty   with   your   hair   like   this.   I   like   it   long.   ❞   El   was   the   prettiest   girl   she'd   ever   seen.   

The   tendrils   were   soft   and   for   a   moment   Max   simply   looked   at   the   other   girl   with   a   small   smile   on   her   lips,   the   silence   between   them   comfortable   and   not   awkward.   This   was   how   it   was   with   them.   They   just   fit   together.   ❝   Do   you   think   it's   something   you   would   want   to   do   again?   ❞   she   asked   nervously.   Oh   god,   her   heart   was   hammering   against   her   ribs.

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STEVE HARRINGTON ★ @shatterxdsouls

       BEING  TORN  BETWEEN  TWO  PEOPLE  WAS  FAR  WORSE  than  it  sounded  like.  maybe  part  of  him  should  feel  lucky  ,  should  feel  somewhat  flattered  ,  but  it  wasn‘t  like  this  at  all.  it  felt  like  everything  pulled  on  his  heart  strings  ,  that  no  matter  what  he  would  do  ,  who  he  would  choose  to  be  with  ,  was  going  to  be  a  big  ass  mistake.  being  with  billy  was  …  the  worst  and  best  thing  that  could  have  happened  to  him  ,  because  he  had  been  ripped  away  from  him  so  brutally  ,  so  fast  and  it  wasn‘t  helping  they  were  seeing  each  other  in  secret  ,  because  there  was  no  way  he  could  tell  anyone  ,  no  way  he  could  be  mourning  him  openly  and  it  left  a  hole  in  his  heart  that  never  seemed  to  be  able  to  be  stitched  up.  and  then  eddie  came  along  ,  like  a  whirlwind  he  had  been  swept  off  of  his  feet  by  him.  he  somehow  mended  his  broken  heart  back  into  a  piece  and  now..  he  was  left  confused.  „  you  …  “  ,  he  started  ,  but  what  was  the  point  to  tell  eddie  he  could  stay  for  as  long  as  he  wanted  ,  that  he  always  had  a  roof  over  his  head  here  ,  when  he  clearly  ..wanted  out  ,  but  he  couldn‘t  blame  him  ,  not  after  what  he  had  witnessed.    

of  course  he  hadn‘t  known  ..  hadn‘t  planned  on  billy  to  come  back  to  life  ,  magically  turn  on  his  door  and  it  hurt  ,  but  he  couldn‘t  tell  him  to  turn  on  his  heels  and  leave.  he  never  could  do  that.  he  exhaled  a  deep  breathe  ,  as  he  followed  steve  ,  feeling  his  heart  sank  when  he  left  eddie  out  there  by  himself.  carefully  steve  approached  billy  ,  moving  to  settle  next  to  the  tub  and  he  clenched  his  jaw  as  he  slowly  nodded.  „  yeah  i  have  to.  you  could  have  easily  told  him  to  fuck  off  ,  i  am  actually  surprised  you  did  not.  “  ,  he  almost  laughed  ,  but  he  could  feel  the  overwhelming  guilt  again  when  billy  pointed  out  that  he  seemed  to  be  important  ,  how  he  had  died  and  he  quikcly  rubbed  over  his  eyes  in  order  to  not  let  them  fall.  billy  had  been  through  hell  and  back  ,  he  had  no  right  to  bawl  his  eyes  out  ,  because  his  supposed  dead  boyfriend  showed  up  ,  when  he  just  had  sex  with  someone  else  ,  someone  that  was  carrying  his  heart  too  and  he  exhaled  a  shaky  breathe  as  he  pushed  himself  on  his  knees  so  he  could  help  billy  out  ,  grabbing  the  shampoo  and  softly  massaged  it  into  his  hair

steve  immediately  shook  his  head  as  he  carefully  washed  out  his  hair  ,  trying  not  to  cause  too  much  of  the  water  get  over  his  wounds  and  he  looked  at  him.  „  i  …  no.  i  don‘t  want  you  to  leave.  i  don‘t  want  you  to  go.  or  eddie  to  leave  ,  but..he  probably  will.  “  ,  steve  sighed  and  shrugged  with  his  shoulders.  steve  made  sure  everything  was  out  of  his  hair  ,  before  he  told  billy  he‘d  grab  some  fresh  clothes  from  his  drawer  and  he  pushed  himself  back  on  his  feet  ,  before  taking  one  glance  at  billy  again  and  headed  to  his  room  to  grab  the  clothes  when  he  saw  eddie  sitting  there  and  he  could  feel  once  again  the  stab  through  his  chest  ,  the  nagging  feeling  he  was  going  to  do  something  wrong  ,  no  matter  what  happened.  he  opened  his  mouth  to  say  something  ,  but  what  was  he  going  to  tell  him  ?  that  he  couldn‘t  just  leave  billy    all  by  himself  ,  that  he  couldn‘t  throw  him  out  of  the  house  and  that  he  had  to  endure  knowing  they  had  something  before  ?  he  swallowed  the  lump  in  his  throat  as  he  moved  towards  the  drawer  and  grabbed  a  pair  of  sweatpants  and  a  hoddie  ,  pressing  his  lips  together.

„  i  never  meant  for  any  of  this  to  happen.  like..i..if  i  knew  he  was  still  alive.  i  would  have  never..  “  ,  he  blurted  out  after  a  few  moments  of  silence  and  he  shut  his  eyes  for  a  moment  ,  before  he  clung  to  the  clothes  in  his  hands  ,  pressing  his  lips  together  ,  back  still  faced  to  eddie.  „  it‘s  not..  what  we  have…  had.  ..  it  does  mean  something  to  me  and  i  know  it‘s  not  fair.  this  is  a  whole  bullshit  show  and  i‘m  really  sorry  that..that  i‘m  putting  you  through  this.  i  know  you  just  wanna  get  out  of  here  ,  i  get  it  ,  but  …  you  can‘t  just  leave  without  a  plan.  if  you  have  one..  i‘ll  do  anything  i  can  to  help..  i‘m  not  going  to  force  you  to  stay  here.  “  ,  he  explained  and  he  exhaled  another  shaky  breathe  ,  could  feel  his  fingers  tremble  as  he  dug  his  tips  deeper  inside  the  clothes  and  he  didn‘t  even  wait  for  an  answer  ,  too  scared  what  it  might  be  ,  that  it  would  only  break  him  more  and  tear  him  even  further  apart  ,  he  left  his  room  again  and  headed  back  to  the  bathroom  ,  settling  the  clothes  on  the  sink.    „  here..the  clothes…do..you  need  help  getting  dressed  or  do  you  want  to  be  alone  ?  “

                              BILLY   DIDN'T   HAVE   THE   ENERGY   TO   FIGHT   WITH   ANYONE,   especially   when   he   had   no   right   to   do   so.   Once   upon   a   time,   he   would   have   punched   Eddie   right   in   the   face   for   daring   to   touch   Steve,   for   even   breathing   in   his   direction.   Not   any   more.   Not   after   all   he'd   been   through   and   all   the   time   he'd   had   in   the   upside   down   to   really   reflect   on   the   person   he   was   becoming.   A   person   like   his   father.   The   one   person   he   didn't   want   to   be   anything   like.   If   he   reacted   poorly   to   Eddie   and   Steve   he   knew   it   wasn't   going   to   win   Steve's   favor.   It   wasn't   fair.   None   of   this   was   fair   to   either   of   them,   or   Eddie.   Billy   hadn't   come   here   with   expectations,   and   the   kindness   Steve   was   showing   him   was   the   best   he   could   have   hoped   for.   They   would   figure   this   out,   somehow.   They   usually   did.   

He   closed   his   eyes   as   Steve   worked   the   shampoo   from   his   hair,   eyes   closing   as   fingers   massaged   his   scalp.   When   this   was   over,   he   was   going   to   cut   it   off,   say   goodbye   to   part   of   the   person   he   was   before   the   Mindflayer.   He   wasn't   upset   about   it.   It   was   just   hair.   The   rat's   nest   it   had   become   from   months   in   the   upside   down   was   unsalvagable.   Billy   stayed   quiet   as   Steve   rinsed   the   shampoo   from   his   hair.   ❝   I   know   you   don't   want   him   to   leave.   You   should   get   him   to   stay,   ❞   he   said   softly.   The   most   important   thing   in   that   moment   was   making   sure   Steve   didn't   feel   guilty   over   anything.   He   shouldn't.   There   was   no   reason   for   it.   He   watched   through   half   opened   eyes   as   the   brunette   left   the   bathroom   to   get   clothes   for   him.   

                              EDDIE   DIDN'T   KNOW   WHAT   TO   DO   WITH   HIMSELF   once   he   was   back   in   Steve's   room.   He   was   surprised   that   Steve   wanted   him   to   stay,   even   more   surprised   that   Billy   had   also   told   him   to   stay.   And   when   Steve   came   into   the   room   the   internal   struggle   was   evident   on   his   face.   Eddie   felt   bad   for   having   caused   him   any   confusion   or   pain.   Honestly   he'd   been   doing   what   he   thought   was   best.   It   didn't   mean   he   didn't   hurt   over   the   idea   of   being   pushed   to   the   wayside,   but   Eddie   also   knew   that   Steve   had   been   very   much   in   love   with   Billy   Hargrove.   That   was   clear   from   how   the   other   brunette   acted   when   Billy   showed   up   on   his   front   door.   Who   was   Eddie   to   deny   him   that   second   chance?   

❝   Steve,   just...   ❞   Eddie   broke   off   when   Steve   started   speaking,   telling   him   that   he   shouldn't   leave   without   a   plan.   The   metalhead   felt   his   heart   seize   for   a   moment.   It   felt   like   Steve   was   just...resigning   himself   to   letting   Eddie   go   in   favor   of   Billy.   Even   if   he   hadn't   wanted   to   force   Steve   into   a   choice,   he'd   at   least   hoped   the   decision   would   be   a   litle   more   difficult   for   him.   Eddie   supposed   he   could   go   to   Dustin's   for   a   little   bit.   Just   until   he   figured   out   his   next   move.   Dwell   in   the   kid's   basement   for   a   week   and   then   move   on   from   there.   He   didn't   get   the   chance   to   tell   any   of   that   to   Steve;   however,   because   he   left   abruptly   with   clothes   in   hand.   Eddie   figured   that   was   it   then.   They'd   ended   before   they'd   even   really   begun.   

                              BY   THE   TIME   STEVE   RETURNED   TO   THE   BATHROOM,   Billy   had   washed   off   the   rest   of   the   grime   and   dried   blood.   He   carefully   climbed   out   of   the   tub   and   dried   off,   wrapping   a   towel   around   his   waist.   He   smiled   faintly   at   his   boyfriend   and   took   the   clothes   from   him.   ❝   You   don't   have   to   leave,   ❞   he   said,   shaking   his   head.   He   was   slow   and   careful   as   he   dried   the   rest   of   his   body   off   and   put   the   clothes   on.   There   was   an   elephant   in   the   room   that   needed   to   be   addressed.   Billy   knew   the   longer   they   avoided   the   issue   the   more   complicated   it   was   going   to   get.   

Billy   cupped   Steve's   cheek   gently   and   leaned   in   to   kiss   him   gently.   ❝   What   are   you   gonna   do,   Steve?   ❞   he   asked,   blue   eyes   searching   his   boyfriend's   dark   ones.

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BILLY HARGROVE ★ @kardiaerasti

@hellxfireclub    said   :   ❝   every   time   you   smile   at   me,   i   memorize   it.   i   remember   each   moment   that   i   get   to   be   the   one   to   bring   out   that   light   inside   you.   no   matter   what   happens   between   us,   that’s   what   i’ll   remember.   ❞   (steve   harrington   to   billy   hargrove)

Billy   hates   the   feelings   Steve’s   words   are   evoking   from   inside   him   —   if   they   had   traveled   back   a   few   months   beforehand,   during   the   very   early   establishment   of   whatever   the   fuck   they   were,   he   would’ve   laughed   and   shoved   his   shoulder,   telling   him   to   toughen   up.   That’s   how   he   dealt   with   everything;   to   brush   it   off   as   if   he   wasn’t   capable   of   feeling   it,   Billy   was   reminded   on   several   occasions   that   he   was   a   monster,   and   that   he   was   in   fact   incapable   of   mustering   anything   else   that   wasn’t   hatred   or   anger.   

The   fact   that,   Steve   Harrington   inevitably   ended   up   being   the   very   person   to   make   him   feel   something   else   that   wasn’t   the   repressed   anger,   emptiness   and   anguish,   frustrated   him.   Yet,   he   couldn’t   say   outright   that   he   hated   him,   because   that   was   an   blatant   lie.   The   auburn   haired   man   casted   his   gaze   down   to   the   ground,   rendering   silent   for   the   moment.   Fuck   sake,   what   was   he   meant   to   say   to   that?

‘   …Careful,   Harrington.   You’re   starting   to   sound   like   you’ve   fallen   in   love   with   me   ’   he   remarks,   shoving   his   hands   into   the   depths   of   his   pockets.   The   thing   was,   Billy   was   unlovable;   everyone   he   has   loved   has   either   left   him   behind   or   used   him.   There   was   no   genuine   care   from   anyone,   he   would   only   ever   have   himself,   that   he   had   grown   to   accept.   Yet,   there   was   no   denying   that   he   could   sense   he   was   knee   deep   involved   with   the   brunet   in   more   ways   than   one,   and   one   of   them   was   becoming   more   apparent   the   longer   he   stuck   around.

                              STEVE   DOESN'T   KNOW   WHAT   POSSESSED   HIM   TO   SPILL   his   guts   the   way   he   just   had.   He   feels   like   he's   stepped   outside   of   his   body   and   someone   else   had   taken   over,   forced   the   words   from   the   deepest   part   of   his   mind   to   come   rushing   out   of   his   mouth.   He   knew   there   was   no   point   in   admitting   to   anything   with   Billy.   He   would   brush   it   off   or   tell   Steve   he   was   being   stupid.   He'd   laugh   about   it   and   Steve   would   smile,   wait   for   Billy   to   leave,   then   work   out   his   own   feelings.   More   and   more   often   he   hates   to   see   the   auburn-haired   male   walk   away,   craves   for   those   rare   moments   when   his   lover's   body   is   pressed   against   his   own   after   they've   finished.   More   often   it   hurts   when   Billy   doesn't   take   him   seriously   or   flirts   with   some   girl   to   keep   appearance.   It's   exhausting.   

He's   silent   for   a   long   time,   parsing   the   response   from   the   other   man   for   several   moments   and   he   comes   up   with   no   response   of   his   own.   Steve   feels   stupid   for   ever   saying   anything   and   he   shrugs,   forcing   a   weak   smile   and   a   strained   laugh.   ❝   No   way,   ❞   he   says,   shaking   his   head.   ❝   I'm   not   falling   in   love   with   you.   Don't   be   stupid.   ❞   His   argument   isn't   even   close   to   convincing   and   the   veneer   of   joking   slips   from   his   face   quickly.   The   truth   is   that   he   does   care   about   Billy.   He   may   even   be   falling   in   love   with   him.   There   are   just   so   many   things   that   work   against   them,   and   the   tallest   hurdle   is   Billy   himself.   

Steve   isn't   stupid   even   if   he   often   lacks   common   sense,   so   he   knows   Billy   will   do   everything   he   can   to   keep   him   at   arms   length.   He   has   no   doubt   whatsoever   that   he'll   be   pushed   away.   The   question   is   whether   or   not   Steve   can   handle   that.   He   doesn't   want   to   deal   with   the   sting   of   rejection,   and   he   isn't   sure   he   has   the   emotional   capacity   to   nurse   those   inevitable   wounds.   

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EDDIE MUNSON ★ @shatterxdsouls

                                                  EDDIE  HAD  NOTHING  AGAINST  RONNIE  SNEAKING  into  his  room  in  the  trailer  ,  he  wasn‘t  surprise  to  wake  up  next  to  her  ,  feeling  her  pressed  up  against  his  chest  or  his  side  ,  when  he  did  not  wake  up  from  her  climbing  into  bed  with  him.  it  wasn‘t  often  that  he  did  not  wake  ,  only  when  he  had  been  already  asleep  for  a  couple  of  hours  and  it  was  in  the  middle  of  the  night.  but  he  always  looked  forward  to  see  her  again  ,  even  though  he  wouldn‘t  blame  her  for  spending  time  with  her  sister  either.  she  still  had  a  big  responsibility  and  eddie  admired  her  for  it.

the  smug  grin  only  grew  wider  at  the  nickname  and  he  slowly  pulled  away  from  her  nipples  to  press  gentle  kisses  over  her  stomach  and  his  hands  moved  down  to  grab  the  edge  of  her  panties  and  he  pulled  them  down  with  ease  as  he  slightly  pushed  her  legs  apart  and  started  to  kiss  the  inner  thigh  and  softly  nibbled  on  the  skin  ,  before  she  moved  further  up  and  lapped  at  her  entrance  twice  ,  before  he  pushed  his  tongue  completely  inside  her  ,  starting  to  eat  her  out  ,  eyes  flickering  up  again  ,  before  his  lips  wrapped  around  her  clit  and  sucked  softly  ,  before  his  tongue  danced  around  it.  he  could  feel  his  own  arousal  rise  inside  him  ,  his  hard  member  pressing  against  his  own  underwear  as  he  dug  his  fingernails  inside  her  thighs.

                              MOST   DAYS   SHE   WATCHED   THE   CLOCK   WHILE   AT   WORK,   waiting   for   the   time   she   got   off   so   she   could   go   home   and   make   sure   Tori   was   alright,   then   wait   for   Eddie   to   sneak   through   her   window   or   vice   versa.   Ronnie   looked   forward   to   these   intimate   moments,   and   the   way   he   touched   her   and   kissed   her.   The   way   he   made   her   feel   amazing   and   told   her   she   was   beautiful.   Eddie   was   patient   and   understanding   when   it   came   to   her   raising   Tori,   and   the   two   of   them   had   been   getting   closer.   Tori   was   a   good   girl   and   Eddie   treated   her   like   she   was   his   little   sister   as   well.   It   made   Ronnie's   heart   soar.   She   had   long   ago   given   up   the   idea   of   finding   her   perfect   someone,   but   with   Eddie   it   felt   different.   Maybe   he   was   her   person.   She'd   find   out   eventually.   For   now,   he   was   going   to   enjoy   the   feeling   of   his   lips   trailing   down   her   torso,   and   his   hands   sliding   her   underwear   off,   heat   coursing   through   her   and   settling   between   her   legs.   

❝   Oh   fuck,   ❞   she   moaned,   eyes   closing.   One   hand   tangled   in   the   dark   locks   of   his   hair   while   the   other   gripped   the   sheets   next   to   her.   Ronnie's   legs   parted   farther,   opening   herself   to   him   so   he   wasn't   hindered   in   any   way.   Her   back   arched   as   his   tongue   danced   over   her   pussy,   her   breath   coming   in   quick   bursts   as   she   shivered   visibly   from   the   pleasure   of   it.   ❝   Eddie,   god,   that   feels   so   good.   ❞   Ronnie's   words   are   breathy.   She   forced   her   eyes   open   so   she   could   watch   as   he   sucked   on   her   clit,   the   blunt   nails   digging   into   her   thighs   only   enhancing   the   experience.   It   wouldn't   be   long   before   she   reached   climax,   not   with   the   way   his   tongue   worked   her   so   skillfully.   Her   grip   tightened   in   his   hair   though   not   enough   to   hurt   him   as   her   orgasm   crested.   ❝   Babe,   ❞   she   said   breathlessly.   ❝   I'm   close.   ❞   It   was   only   a   matter   of   seconds   before   she   came,   a   soft   cry   leaving   her   lips,   back   arching   as   she   shuddered   against   him.   

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STEVE HARRINGTON ★ @shatterxdsouls

                                                    ALL  THE  ANGER  HE  FELT  TOWARDS  BILLY  WAS  GONE  within  seconds    ,  because  he  could  understand  what  it  was  like  to  deal  with  awful  parents.  he  just  didn‘t  know  what  he  would  like  better  ,  if  they  never  gave  a  damn  about  you  at  all  or  if  they  gave  you  attention  you  didn‘t  deserve.  alias  they  beat  the  shit  out  of  you  and  steve  could  feel  his  muscles  tense  up  ,  fingernails  dug  in  his  own  jeans.  there  was  a  new  wave  of  anger  ,  but  none  that  was  directed  at  billy.    he  did  remember  the  one  and  only  time  his  father  had  put  a  hand  on  him.  that  was  when  he  barley  even  got  to  graduated  and  they  told  him  they  wouldn‘t  be  there  ,    that  they  would  only  be  here  for  some  business  and  then  they‘d  be  gone  again.    he  couldn‘t  imagine  how  it  must  feel  if  it  happened  on  an  almost  daily  base  ,  because  he  do  remmeber  seeing  quiet  a  few  bruises.  even  a  split  lip  once  or  twice.

„  NOTHING  ?  it  is  something  ,  billy  !  “,  he  huffed  quietly  ,  before  he  exhaled  a  deep  breathe  ,head  turning  again  to  face  billy  and  he  pressed  his  lips  together  ,  before  he  pressed  his  lips  together.  he  didn‘t  know  what  he  was  suppose  to  say  ,  because  he  knew  billy.  he  was  too  stubborn  to  accept  any  help  ,  but  right  now  he  wanted  to  help  him  more  than  anyone.  „  listen.  i  know..  max  is  still..  over  there  ,  but  if  you  need..if  you  need  to  move  out  there  ,  if  you  need  a  place  ,  the  house  is  empty  anyway.  i  don‘t  think  my  parents  ever  going  to  be  done  with  their  damn  trip,  so..  if  you  really..  need  a  place  to  crash  ,  i  just  want  you  to  know  you  can.  anytime..it‘s  not  like  you  have  to  ,  but..  i  want  you  to  know.  “  ,  steve  blurted  out  and  stared  at  billy  afterwards.  „  i  ..i  might  not  know  what  it‘s  like  ,  but  i  get  it.  it‘s  shitty  and  you‘re  stuck  ,  but  you‘re  not  alone  ,  billy.  i..i  care  about  you  ..  “  

part  of  him  wanted  to  tell  him  how  much  he  actually  cared  ,  how  much  he  actually  liked  being  around  him  ,  that  there  was  no  one  else  for  him  ,  when  it  hadn‘t  been  quiet  obvious  by  how  he  had  reacted  when  he  heard  about  tina  and  him.  not  that  he  did  blame  billy  for  it  ,  he  did  get  it  ,  he  had  gotten  it  before  ,  but  now..  it  was  more  clear  why  billy  wanted  the  fake  scene  up  ,  why  ..he  had  done  it  ,  but  it  didn‘t  stun  any  less.

                              ANXIETY   WASHED   THROUGH   BILLY   AND   HE   SWORE   he   was   going   to   have   a   heart   attack.   It   felt   like   a   vise   was   closing   around   his   chest   and   his   breath   was   coming   in   short   bursts.   His   vision   tunneled   and   he   closed   his   eyes,   drawing   in   deep   breaths   so   he   didn't   pass   out   from   lack   of   oxygen.   Steve   was   never   supposed   to   know   about   the   relationship   with   his   father.   He   was   never   supposed   to   know   that   Billy   was   a   coward.   Then   again,   their   realtionship   was   never   meant   to   escalate   they   way   it   had.   They   were   supposed   to   be   fuckbuddies   and   that   was   it.   The   more   they   slept   together,   and   the   more   time   Billy   spent   in   Steve's   presence,   the   faster   he   was   sinking.   If   he   lot   Steve   it   would   devastate   him,   and   yet   the   idea   of   allowing   someone   love   him   was   terrifying.   He   was   unlovable,   and   he   had   been   reminded   of   it   every   day   since   his   mom   left.   And   what   scared   him   most   of   all   was   that   if   Neil   ever   found   out   about   him   and   Steve,   it   might   not   be   only   him   that   suffered   for   it.   Keeping   this   to   himself   was   meant   to   protect   Steve.   

❝   I   can't   leave,   ❞   he   said   softly,   his   voice   trembling.   For   as   turbulent   as   his   relationship   with   Max   was,   Billy   feared   that   if   he   left   it   wouldn't   be   long   before   Neil   turned   his   anger   on   his   stepsister.   It   would   be   Billy's   fault   if   that   happened   and   he   couldn't   handle   the   guilt   of   it.   But   underneath   even   that   he   was   afraid.   He   didn't   know   anything   but   this   life,   his   father's   abuse,   and   the   misery   that   came   with   it.   He   was   afraid   of   getting   too   close   to   Steve,   allowing   his   walls   to   come   down   only   for   the   brunette   to   realize   that   it   was   all   a   mistake.   What   did   he   do   then?   Come   crawling   back   to   his   father   and   beg   forgiveness?   There   was   no   way   that   could   happen.   

Billy   brought   his   hands   up   to   cover   his   face,   embarrassed   and   ashamed,   unable   to   look   at   Steve   any   longer.   ❝   Please   just   go,   ❞   he   said   softly.   ❝   I   don't   want   to   talk   about   this   anymore.   ❞   He   never   should   have   let   Steve   come   over.   Billy   leaned   heavily   against   the   wall   and   waited   to   hear   the   door   open.   When   it   didn't,   he   finally   uncovered   his   face   and   narrowed   his   eyes   at   Steve.   He   hated   himself   for   the   tears   that   welled   in   his   eyes,   for   the   few   that   slipped   down   his   cheeks.   God,   he   was   so   fucking   weak.   

When   he   didn't   hear   footsteps   or   the   door   opening,   Billy   uncovered   his   face   and   narrowed   his   eyes   at   the   other   man.   ❝   I   said   fucking   go,   Harrington.   I   don't   want   to   see   you   anymore.   This   was   a   fucking   mistake.   ❞   He   was   doing   what   he   did   best;   ruining   everything   he   touched.

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VICKIE STEWART ★ @kardiaerasti

Vickie   was   on   the   eager   side   of   the   affection;   her   hands   were   indecisive,   wanting   to   touch   the   other   where   she   could   feel   skin   underneath   her   fingers.   With   Dan,   it   was   different   —   she   wasn’t   sure   why,   but   it   wasn’t   anything   like   this.   Kissing   Robin   was   pleasant,   leaving   her   lips   tingling   as   they   pulled   back.   Despite   being   the   one   having   had   pulled   herself   back,   she   was   wanting   to   bring   her   in   and   kiss   her   again   until   the   oxygen   was   completely   depleted   from   her   lungs.   A   light   laugh   leaves   her   when   she   begins   talking   and   she   presses   a   light   kiss   to   her   cheekbone.

‘   No   need   to   be   sorry   —   boys   are   naturally   gross   anyway,   you   have   every   right   to   be   repulsed   ’   she   reassures,   verdant   hues   watching   Robin   intently.   It   made   sense   now;   she   had   stressed   over   thinking   she   was…   somehow   broken   or   abnormal   for   not   liking   Dan   as   much   as   she   was   supposed   to,   and   there   was   an   explanation   for   that.   Vickie’s   gaze   softens   as   her   nose   brushes   hers   ever   so   slightly.   ‘   I   didn’t   want   to   ruin   what   we   already   had   if   I   kissed   you   and   well,   you’re   really   the   only   friend   I   have–   well,   can   I   even   call   you   friend   still?   ’   The   redhead   didn’t   want   to   jump   to   conclusions,   not   wanting   to   scare   her   away.

Hands   smooth   down   Robin’s   shoulders;   a   subtle   attempt   to   soothe   the   other.   Or   it   could   be   an   excuse   to   touch   the   other   girl   now   that   she   could   without   restraint.   Then   Vickie’s   brain   short   circuited   when   she   felt   her   lips   grazing   her   skin,   specifically   her   jaw   and   then   down   to   her   neck,   sending   shivers   up   and   down   her   spine.   Dan   never   made   her   feel   this   way,   and   she   was   positive   that   she   wasn’t   planning   on   letting   Robin   slip   through   her   fingers.

Right,   her   question.   ‘   I   can   do   that   ’   she   finally   says,   head   absentmindedly   tilting   to   one   side   as   her   fingers   thread   through   Robin’s   hair,   ‘   I   want   to   stay   ’   she   adds   on,   in   case   her   answer   wasn’t   convincing   enough.   Vickie   knew   nobody   was   waiting   at   home   for   her,   so   there   was   nobody   that   needed   to   know   of   her   whereabouts.   The   redhead   moves   her   head   once   more,   nudging   the   other   girl’s   head   slightly   to   grab   her   attention   before   with   a   surge   of   courage,   she   recaptures   her   lips,   hands   cupping   her   face   lightly.

                              OH   GOD   SHE'S   SO   NERVOUS   EVEN   NOW   KNOWING   that   Vickie   is   as   attracted   to   her   as   she   is   to   the   redhead.   Her   skin   is   soft   beneath   Robin's   lips,   the   sweet   scent   of   shampoo   and   perfume   invading   her   senses   and   she   shivers   faintly.   Boys   have   never   smelled   that   good.   Not   even   Steve,   and   he   was   very   particular   about   his   appearance.   No,   the   entire   being   of   a   woman   was   vastly   different   than   a   man's   and   she   knows   which   she   prefers.   There's   a   huge   weight   that's   suddenly   lifted   off   her   chest   as   she   slowly   kisses   Vickie's   neck.   She's   not   the   only   one   who   feels   this   way.   She's   spent   a   long   time   wondering   if   she   needed   to   be   fixed.   Now   she   knows   she   doesn't   and   she   only   likes   what   she   likes.   What   Robin   likes   is   Vickie   and   she's   thrilled   when   the   redhead   agrees   to   stay   the   night   with   her.   She   could   spend   all   night   just   kissing   and   exploring   this   new   relationships   with   Vickie.   If   that's   what   this   even   is.   She   isn't   sure.   

Robin   is   just   about   to   ask   when   Vickie   asks   if   she   can   call   her   a   friend.   She   doesn't   think   so.   Not   now.   Friends   don't   kiss   each   other   like   this.   It   occurs   to   her   in   that   moment   that   there   is   a   security   in   being   two   girls   spending   the   night   with   each   other.   Girls   spend   the   night   with   each   other   all   the   time.   It's   normal   for   two   female   friends   to   hug   or   hold   hands   in   public,   even   kiss   each   other   on   the   cheeks.   It's   not   behavior   that   draws   attention   like   it   would   with   two   guys.   Her   parents   wouldn't   question   Vickie   staying   the   night   with   Robin   in   her   room   the   way   they   might   if   they   were   both   boys.   They   can   share   a   bed   and   it   won't   be   considered   inappropriate.   She's   going   to   take   advantage   of   that.   

She's   about   to   express   her   elation   over   Vickie   agreeing   to   stay   the   night   when   her   head   is   nudged   up   and   lips   are   on   hers.   A   small   sound   leaves   her   and   she   leans   into   that   kiss,   her   fingers   moving   to   rest   boldly   on   the   redhead's   thighs,   sliding   up   to   settle   on   her   waist.   Robin   wants   to   touch   and   kiss   every   part   of   her,   become   familiar   with   her   body   in   a   way   she   never   has   with   anyone   else.   She's   lost   in   that   kiss,   in   the   very   essence   of   Vickie,   and   she   throws   caution   to   the   wind.   She   wants   this.   So   Robin   gently   scrapes   her   teeth   against   the   other   girl's   bottom   lip   until   her   lips   part   and   their   tongues   meet.   A   whole   set   of   fireworks   explodes   in   Robin's   heart   and   head.   The   kiss   deepens,   the   taste   of   cherry   pop   still   on   the   other   girl's   tongue   and   Robin's   fingers   curl   into   the   material   of   her   shirt.   

A   few   moments   later,   when   she's   breathless,   Robin   breaks   the   kiss   slowly   and   draws   in   a   gasp   of   air.   ❝   Wow,   ❞   she   says   softly.   She   presses   her   forehead   to   Vickie's   eyes   closed.   Her   thumbs   rub   along   the   other   girl's   sides   through   her   shirt.   She   doesn't   want   to   appear   to   eager   even   though   she   very   much   is.   ❝   I...have   you   ever   done   this   before   with...anyone?   ❞   She   means   with   a   girl   though   she   doesn't   want   to   put   too   fine   a   point   on   the   question.   

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BILLY HARGROVE ★ @kardiaerasti

Steve   was   incredibly   touchy   that   afternoon   —   not   like   he   cared.   It   always   sent   a   surge   of   adrenaline   through   him   whenever   the   brunet   initiated   these   things.   Billy   didn’t   think   he’d   go   as   far   as   to   make   him   achingly   hard   in   his   jeans   and   then   his   mouth   replaced   his   hand,   and   fuck,   he   was   barely   focussed   on   the   road;   enjoying   the   suction   of   his   mouth   and   how   quick   it   sent   him   over   the   edge   with   a   guttural   groan.   The   near-accident   seemed   worth   it   as   he   recklessly   sped   toward   Steve’s   house.   A   place   he   found   himself   more   often   nowadays.

The   moment   Billy   pushed   that   handbrake   down,   he   was   dragging   the   brunet   into   his   backseat,   already   feeling   the   tug   of   arousal   in   the   pit   of   his   stomach   as   their   lips   clashed,   the   kiss   sloppy   and   uncoordinated   but   neither   of   them   paid   no   mind.   Clothes   were   tossed   around   and   he   had   the   other   man   anchored   in   his   lap,   fingers   curling   around   Steve’s   cock   and   wasting   no   time   to   stroke   him,   determined   to   pry   out   the   prettiest   noises   from   him.

Except   Steve’s   hand   was   then   pressed   against   his   chest   and   he   was   stopping.   Auburn   brows   furrow   in   confusion,   lips   parting   to   question   him   further,   but   he   bet   him   to   it   by   explaining   it   to   him   —   that   he   wanted   Billy   to   be   on   the   receiving   end   this   time.   It   wouldn’t   be   the   first   time   someone   requested   this   of   him,   but   it   was   very   rare   that   he   gave   control   over   to   someone   else;   it   rose   a   feeling   of   discomfort,   even   a   vulnerability   that   he   hated   showing.   Billy’s   immediate   response   was   to   say   no,   and   that’d   be   that.   Yet…   he   would   be   lying   if   he   said   he   hadn’t   thought   of   what   Steve   felt   like   inside   him;   when   he   did,   in   those   rare   moments,   want   to   let   someone   take   control.

The   auburn   haired   man   observes   him   momentarily,   contemplating   in   his   mind   before   he   wordlessly   moves   himself   after   Steve   moves   off   his   lap   and   settles   on   his   hands   and   knees,   facing   away   from   the   brunet.   Billy   didn’t   want   to   think   how   easily   he   relented   when   it   came   to   Steve,   because   he   knew   it   would   come   to   a   conclusion   of   just   how   much   trust   he   held   for   him.   The   fingertips   grazing   his   skin   had   him   shuddering,   inhaling   a   slow   breath   as   he   tilts   his   head   to   glance   over   at   Steve.   ‘   You   just   gonna   stare   or   you   actually   going   to   fuck   me?   ’

                              FOR   SEVERAL   LONG   MOMENTS   STEVE   THINKS   BILLY   is   going   to   tell   him   no.   He   knew   better   than   to   argue   with   him,   and   even   if   he   did   say   no   Steve   wouldn't   be   that   disappointed.   They'd   still   fuck,   still   meet   the   same   endgame,   and   it   would   be   fine.   If   Billy   wasn't   ready   for   something   like   that   Steve   wasn't   going   to   push   it   on   him.   There   is   a   part   of   him   that   wants   to   test   the   trust   between   them,   wants   to   know   without   directly   asking   if   the   auburn   haired   male   did.   All   the   times   they   had   been   together   Steve   has   allowed   him   to   be   in   control,   mostly   because   he   actually   enjoys   it   that   way.   He   enjoys   when   Billy   reduces   him   to   a   whining   mess   of   a   human   being,   but   he   can't   deny   that   he's   curious   to   see   if   he   can   do   the   same   to   his   lover.   So   he   holds   his   breath,   watches   Billy's   face   as   he   contemplates   the   request,   and   eventually   agrees.   Steve   can't   help   but   grin   excitedly.   

❝   I'm   getting   there,   ❞   Steve   retorts.   ❝   I   just   can't   help   but   admire   what   a   great   ass   you   have.   Even   better   without   the   tight   jeans.   ❞   His   tone   is   light,   teasing,   even   though   he   really   does   just   want   to   admire   his   lover.   Billy   is   painfully   attractive   and   he   is   a   hundred   percent   addicted   to   the   other   man.   He   squeezed   one   side   of   the   other's   ass   playfully,   then   reaches   for   the   lube   that   had   been   previously   set   on   the   center   console.   He's   never   done   this   before   though   it's   been   done   to   him   plenty   of   times   at   this   point.   Steve's   got   a   good   idea   on   how   to   go   about   making   Billy   feel   good.   So   he   coats   his   fingers   in   the   viscous   fluid,   making   sure   he's   generous   with   the   amount,   and   tosses   the   bottle   aside.   

He   makes   himself   as   comfortable   as   possible   in   such   a   tight   space,   and   reaches   to   move   Billy's   hair   off   the   back   of   his   neck   so   he   can   press   fleeting   kisses   to   it.   It's   a   distraction   as   he   traces   his   lover's   entrance   with   his   index   finger,   lips   moving   between   Billy's   shoulder   blades   as   he   slips   the   finger   into   him   slowly   to   the   second   knuckle.   ❝   Tell   me   if   you   want   me   to   stop,   ❞   he   says   against   the   skin   of   his   spine,   breath   warm   and   damp   from   the   heat   escalating   within   the   vehicle.   He   watches   the   other   man   intensely,   waiting   for   any   sign   that   Billy   has   changed   his   mind   or   that   Steve   is   hurting   him.   When   he   doesn't   find   any   he   pulls   his   finger   out   of   him,   them   thrusts   it   back   in   slowly.   

Steve   nuzzles   into   the   spot   between   his   shoulders   as   he   adds   a   second   finger,   then   a   third.   He   finds   a   slow   rhythm   at   first,   intent   on   drawing   those   addictive   sounds   from   him.   Billy   is   tight   around   his   fingers   and   he   works   him   open,   stretching   him   open   as   his   own   cock   pulses   and   leaks   between   his   legs,   desperate   to   be   inside   of   the   other   man.   He   ignores   it   for   now,   taking   his   time   to   make   sure   Billy   is   prepared   enough   for   Steve   to   fuck   him   properly.   ❝   You   ready?   ❞   he   asks   softly,   sliding   his   fingers   out   of   him   slowly   and   reaching   for   the   condom.   

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BILLY HARGROVE ★ @kardiaerasti

Billy’s   words   eventually   are   reduced   to   nothing   but   pants   and   groans;   lost   in   pleasure   as   his   hips   move   almost   erratically,   meeting   Steve’s   hips   that   meets   his   own   pace,   and   it   fuels   that   primal   feeling   inside   him.   The   initial   feeling   of   smugness   over   the   few   weeks   turned   into   possession   —   a   constant   craving   for   the   brunet,   wanting   him   only   for   himself.   Anyone   else   touching   him   brought   out   a   much   uglier   side   of   him.   His   lustful   gaze   is   fixated   on   the   way   his   back   arches,   hands   moving   to   his   hips   to   grip   tightly,   fucking   him   as   deep   and   as   fast   as   he   could.

Those   moans,   fuck,   he   knew   he   had   found   that   spot   inside   him.   ‘   Just   like   that,   ngh–   ah   ’   Billy   presses   flush   against   his   back,   thrusting   into   the   tightness   that   only   tightens   around   his   cock,   ‘   Fuck,   that’s   it-   come   on,   show   me   how   good   I   make   you   feel,   sweetheart   ’   his   climax   is   impending;   what   he’s   doing   to   him   only   brings   him   closer   to   the   edge.

And   shit,   Steve   does.   A   combination   of   the   brunet   tightening   around   him   and   the   cries   that   leaves   him   have   Billy’s   hips   stuttering,   a   guttural   groan   surpassing   his   clenched   jaw.   Billy   digs   his   blunt   nails   into   his   hips   and   a   couple   of   thrusts   in,   he   loses   himself.   ‘   Steve   ’   he   moans,   feeling   himself   come   inside   the   condom   as   he   rocks   his   hips   into   Steve.   His   lungs   burn   but   in   a   pleasant   way   —   his   breath   ragged   and   heavy.   The   auburn   haired   man   holds   the   other   up   when   he   feels   him   sagging,   hand   running   over   his   chest.

After   catching   his   breath,   he   reluctantly   pulls   out   of   him,   inhaling   sharply   at   the   loss   of   tight   warmth.   That   was   the   addictive   part   of   Steve,   and   he   wasn’t   sure   he   could   stop   it.   Billy   disposes   of   the   condom   into   the   nearest   bin,   not   wandering   very   far   as   he’s   quick   to   return.   Over   the   recent   weeks,   he’s   found   himself   lingering   longer   —   wanting   more   of   Steve’s   touch,   of   his   mouth,   of   him.   As   if   the   brunet   has   him   wrapped   around   his   fingers.

He   eases   the   other   so   Steve's   back   presses   against   the   shelves.   Billy’s   fingers   grip   his   chin   to   tilt   his   head   and   lean   down,   brushing   his   lips   against   his   before   kissing   him   deeply.   There’s   no   lust   or   desire,   only   a   slow   kiss   as   he   tangles   his   other   fingers   into   Steve’s   hair.   Oh,   he’s   so   fucked.   So   very   fucked.

‘   You   doin’   alright,   pretty   boy?   ’   Billy   manages   through   his   own   steadying   breathing,   bodies   pressing   up   against   one   another.   He   can   feel   the   drying   come   on   Steve’s   stomach,   and   his   cock   twitches   slightly   —   the   physical   evidence   of   how   much   he   pleased   him.

                              A   SOFT   WHINE   LEFT   HIM   WHEN   BILLY   pulled   out   and   he   shudders,   the   last   sparks   of   pleasure   fading   away.   He   wants   to   lay   down   and   fall   asleep,   or   eat   three   bowls   of   cereal,   or   wrap   his   entire   body   around   Billy   and   make   him   stay   and   cuddle   with   him.   He's   a   fucking   mess   and   it's   a   hundred   percent   the   other   man's   fault.   How   is   he   supposed   to   back   to   work   after   this?   Robin   is   way   too   perceptive   for   her   own   good,   and   she'll   know   immediately   that   something   happened.   Hell,   he's   probably   way   late   coming   back   from   his   break   and   he   smells   like   sex.   Fuck.   This   was   a   stupid.   terrible,   exhilarating   idea.   He   has   a   habit   of   making   bad   decisions   when   the   auburn-haired   man   is   around,   and   yet   Steve's   having   a   hard   time   giving   a   fuck   about   that.   This   new   sense   of   hedonism   is   incandescent.   

Slumped   against   the   wall,   he   watches   as   his   lover   tosses   the   condom   in   a   waste   basket,   knowing   someone   could   possibly   find   it.   He'll   have   to   be   sure   he   remembers   to   take   care   of   it   after   Billy   leaves.   It's   in   the   back   of   his   mind   that   he   could   absolutely   be   fired   if   anyone   finds   out,   and   his   parent's   aren't   real   keen   on   taking   care   of   his   ass   since   he   graduated.   Not   that   they've   ever   been   great   parents.   Steve   tilts   his   head   against   the   shelf   behind   him,   suddenly   lost   in   this   weird   fantasy   of   sharing   a   place   with   Billy.   Just   the   two   of   them.   Somewhere   outside   of   Hawkins,   maybe.   New   York   City   or   Los   Angeles   or   Chicago.   Anywhere   other   than   where   they're   at   now.   It's   a   complete   pipe   dream   but   hey,   he's   allowed   to   dream.

Then   Billy   is   standing   before   him   once   again   and   his   thoughts   are   pulled   back   to   the   present.   A   soft   moan   leaves   him   as   his   chin   is   taken   hold   of,   and   the   other   man   kisses   him   deeply.   It's   long   and   passionate,   and   he   isn't   used   to   this   kind   of   attention   from   the   person   only   meant   to   be   his   fuckbuddy.   It   makes   his   knees   feel   weaker   than   they   already   are.   Steve's   hands   move   to   the   small   of   his   lover's   back,   and   glide   up   the   expanse   of   skin   and   muscle   slowly,   mapping   it   with   his   fingertips.   He   knows   this   is   going   to   end   one   day,   and   he   wants   to   remember   every   dip   and   curve   of   Billy's   body.

A   short,   incredulous   laugh   leaves   him   when   the   kiss   breaks   and   Billy   asks   if   he's   doing   alright.   Yeah,   he's   doing   fucking   great   and   that's   the   problem.   Steve   ought   to   fake   being   sick   and   go   home.   Robin   will   vouch   for   him,   just   like   he'd   do   for   her   if   Vickie   was   coming   around   the   store.   They   have   an   agreement   like   that.   ❝   Are   you   seriously   asking   me   that   after   you   just   fucked   my   brains   out?   ❞   he   asks,   raising   an   eyebrow.   ❝   I   can't   finish   my   shift   like   this.   ❞   Even   making   it   to   the   bathroom   to   try   and   pull   himself   together   seems   like   a   huge   feat.   

Leaning   forward,   he   presses   his   forehead   to   the   other   man's   shoulder   and   groans   in   feigned   annoyance.   ❝   This   is   all   your   fault,   Hargrove.   ❞   His   words   are   followed   by   lips   pressing   soft,   fluttering   kisses   against   the   side   of   his   neck.   ❝   Lemme   go   tell   Robin   I'm   going   home   sick.   Meet   me   at   my   house?   ❞   He   feels   needy   and   impatient   to   be   out   of   this   place   and   in   his   house   where   he   can   be   with   Billy   without   the   concern   someone   might   catch   them.   

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BILLY HARGROVE ★ @kardiaerasti

Full   moons   never   get   any   easier,   Billy   thinks   to   himself   as   he   stretches   out   as   best   as   he   possibly   can   without   meddling   with   the   silver   restraints   around   his   ankles.   The   silver   scorches   his   flesh,   making   the   auburn   haired   man   clench   his   jaw   when   he   pries   the   chains   off   his   body,   inspecting   the   bloody   mess   that   it   left   behind.   It’d   heal   eventually,   it   always   does.   He   stands   up   from   the   ground,   wandering   around   naked   until   he   can   find   himself   a   pair   of   pants,   a   shirt   and   a   jacket   —   pulling   together   a   decent   enough   outfit.

He   emerges   from   the   cabin,   lighting   a   cigarette   and   inhaling   the   smoke   that   engulfs   his   lungs,   before   he   exhales   with   a   sigh.   Billy   purposefully   places   himself   in   a   cabin;   ensuring   nobody   got   hurt,   and   that   he   would   know   where   he   would   end   up.   Right   where   he   put   himself.   The   man   saunters   downhill,   walking   along   the   creek   that   isn’t   too   far   from   the   cabin.   

Then   he   hears   it   —   the   panicked   “ohgodohgod”   under   someone’s   breath.   Billy   would   normally   wander   past.   Pay   no   mind   to   it,   but   something   about   this   intrigued   him   and   well,   he   was   bit   of   a   nosy   bastard   when   he   wanted   to   be.   

He   follows   the   incessant   murmurs   until   he’s   led   up   behind   a   male,   coaxed   in…   the   strong   scent   of   iron   hits   his   nose   and   unmistakably,   Billy   knows   that   it’s   blood.   It   doesn’t   faze   him   in   the   slightest,   but   it   dies   make   him   curious;   exactly   what   had   this   man   done?   The   auburn   haired   man   can   smell   that   he’s   human,   but   not   quite.   Identical   to   his,   if   not   different   —   another   werewolf.   A   newly   turned   werewolf.

‘   Ripping   your   skin   off   won’t   change   what   you   did   ’   Billy   simply   states,   moving   the   cigarette   between   two   fingers.   ‘   It   gets   easier   with   every   turn.   Just   something   you   got   to   live   with   now   ’

                              THE   WHOLE   WORLD   IS   RED   AND   METALLIC   as   he   tries   desperately   to   remember   how   he's   come   to   be   covered   in   blood.   Everything   just   feels   like   too   much;   the   scent   of   rotting   vegetation   and   rain   in   the   air,   the   cacophony   of   the   rushing   stream   and   howling   wind.   It's   driving   him   fucking   crazy.   He's   practically   scrubbing   his   skin   off   his   hands,   and   it   feels   like   he   can't   get   them   clean.   A   panicked   littany   of   'fuck   fuck   fuck'   whispers   from   his   lips.   He   doesn't   even   know   where   the   hell   he's   at.   Steve   has   never   seen   this   part   of   the   woods,   and   he   doesn't   think   he's   in   Hawkins   anymore.   Somewhere   in   the   distance   he   can   just   barely   make   out   the   sound   of   tires   on   asphalt   indicating   the   highway   is   somewhere   east.   How   does   he   know   that?   He   shouldn't   be   able   to   hear   something   so   far   away.   

He's   so   lost   in   his   panic   he   doesn't   realize   someone's   approaching,   and   when   he   speaks   Steve's   heart   leaps   into   his   throat.   He   shoots   up   from   his   crouch   near   the   stream,   whirling   around   to   see   who   has   managed   to   sneak   up   on   him,   eyes   glowing   a   bright   gold   from   fear.   His   incisors   lengthen   and   he   can   feel   his   fingernails   begin   to   extend   and   sharpen.   He   only   barely   registers   the   other   man's   words,   his   brain   wanting   to   reject   them   entirely.   What   the   fuck   does   that   mean?   Just   something   he's   got   to   live   with   now?   

❝   Who   the   fuck   are   you?   ❞   he   demands,   voice   a   low   rumble,   words   thick   from   the   abnormal   shape   of   his   canines.   Steve's   chest   is   rising   and   falling   rapidly,   his   fight   or   flight   instinct   kicking   in   and   for   once   it's   choosing   fight.   Fear   and   adrenaline   are   driving   him   to   such   recklessness,   but   he   can't   help   it.   He   doesn't   trust   someone   who   is   casually   hanging   around   in   the   woods,   even   if   it   is   hypocritical.   Surely   no   one   ought   to   trust   him   either   as   he   stands   there   naked   and   covered   in   blood.   

Steve   takes   an   involuntary   step   back,   leaves   rustling   beneath   bare   feet.   Where   the   fuck   did   his   clothes   go?   He   doesn't   understand   any   of   this.   His   raised   body   temperature   keeps   the   bite   of   cold   air   from   affecting   him   despite   it   being   the   middle   of   October   and   early   morning.   He   can't   seem   to   calm   himself   down;   something   inside   of   him   wants   to   claw   and   tear   and   kill.   

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