For the @metalsandwichbingo, square C1, prompt "Stuck".
Rating: General (I think), 6,7K.
Summary:
Billy, Steve and Eddie fall down a magical hole, and talk about stuff.
Yup, that's the fic.
(On AO3 here)
”How the hell do we always end up in these situations?” Billy said, kicking angrily at the stone of the walls around them. The stone walls between which they’d been trapped for half an hour now, since they were swallowed by a hole in the forest floor while checking out some weird markings on some trees that someone had discovered and started spreading rumors about. After they’d dusted themselves off and made sure there were no broken bones, they discovered three things in quick succession: that the hole above had almost grown over with foliage once more which only let in a tiny amount of light, that there were some strange vaguely glowing markings on one of the walls, and that there didn’t seem to be a way out.
“Bad luck?” Steve suggested while feeling along the walls for the fourth time, looking for something he’d missed on the first three rounds.
“Luck has nothing to do with it,” Billy grumbled, glaring at the opening above them. “It’s this fucking place. Hawkins fucking sucks, guys, I’ve been telling you –“
“Yeah, and you never shut up about it,” Steve mumbled, as if Billy wouldn’t hear him in the enclosed space they were in.
“Guys,” Eddie said from where he was running his fingers over the markings on the stone. “No fighting.”
None of them acknowledged him, but instead of continuing their argument they both turned their attention to where he was trying to get a good look at the symbols etched into the wall. “Have you figured out what those mean, yet?”
Eddie made a face. “No, but I’m pretty sure Steve was right when he said it’s some kind of magic.”
Steve turned to Billy with a smug smile, while Billy threw his head back and groaned long and loud. “Fucking magic? This fucking place, I swear – isn’t it enough with monsters and Russians and human experiments and alternate dimensions?”
“Hey now,” Steve said, trying to placate him. “You can’t just lump magic in with all that stuff, magic can be used for good –“
“Oh shut the fuck up, just ‘cause your grandma was a witch –“
“Hey!”
“Guys,” Eddie tried to interject, but again he was ignored.
“What? You just told us she was, like ten minutes ago!”
“I said she used to dabble in magic. We don’t say ‘witch’, that’s … offensive.”
“Oh yeah?” Billy said, walking up to him and getting too close. “How about bitch then? That a term you can relate to?”
“Guys!” Eddie tried again, and when Steve gave Billy a shove so he stumbled back and Billy made to retaliate, he got between the two of them and put a hand on each of their chests to keep them separated. “Goddammit, this isn’t helping. Why are you like this? If this thing is magic –“ He motioned to the space they were in and the vaguely glowing symbols on the wall, “– and I mean, it sure seems like it, then we need to work together. Fighting won’t get us out of here, okay? So just …” He gave them both a little shove so they took a step back. “Keep it in your pants, yeah? You can pound each other into the dust – or just pound each other – when we’re out of here.”
“And just how do we get out of here, oh wise one?” Billy said, sarcastically.
“Well, we obviously can’t climb,” Eddie said, managing to not look pointedly at either of the other two, who had spent the first ten minutes of their captivity trying to scale the walls and had nothing but scraped hands and knees to show for their efforts.
“’We’, he says,” Billy muttered. “I didn’t see you try.”
“Oh, like I would have succeeded where you two failed?” Eddie said. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly the athletic type. You’re the jocks here, okay, so you’re the brawn in this scenario.”
“That would make you the brains,” Billy said with a smile that was more a show of teeth than an expression of joy. “So brain us out of here, genius.”
Eddie glared at him, but continued. “Like I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, we can’t climb. No one is likely to come look for us any time soon.” He turned to the symbols on the wall. “The answer must be there, somehow. But … I don’t know what it means.” He looked down, as if loathe to admit that.
“So what do we do, then?”
Silence followed, and then Steve spoke up. “I guess we … wait for something to happen.”
“Oh, awesome,” Billy deadpanned. “Because waiting for something to happen in Hawkins has worked so well for us in the past.”
~~~
Hours passed. The light from the overgrown opening above grew dim, and then disappeared entirely when the hour approached midnight. Strangely enough the space they were in still allowed enough light for them to see each other; it could be due to the glowing symbols on the wall, or the fact that they’d gotten used to the darkness. They’d tried and failed and tried again to climb out of the hole, and had even tried standing on each other’s shoulders to reach higher, to check for handholds or something hidden that they might have missed – all without anything to show for it but short tempers and bruises. So now they were sitting on the floor (which was solid stone under the layer of dirt, and which they could not dig through – because yes, they’d tried), their backs against three different walls. No one had chosen the wall that held the symbols.
The space was just large enough that their feet didn’t touch in the middle when they all sat with their legs splayed out.
Eddie was fiddling with the scrapes on his elbow – which he’d gotten when he’d been talked into climbing on top of the other two, courtesy of being the lightest – and he yelped when Steve threw a pebble at him.
“Stop that,” Steve said with a frown. “It’ll scar.”
Eddie let out a hoarse laugh and patted his sides. “Like one more would matter! If you haven’t forgotten, Stevie-boy, I’ve got a torso full of ‘em.”
Raising his eyebrows, Steve pulled down the collar of his shirt somewhat and motioned to the marks around his own throat. “Yeah well, at least you can hide yours.”
A beat, then they both turned their heads as one to look at Billy. Billy, who was wearing a Henley under his jacket; who hadn’t worn an unbuttoned shirt since he got out of the hospital. Who was now resting against his chosen wall looking as casual as if he was lounging on a couch. He didn’t even look up as he said, “Yeah, we all know that if we’re having a scar-off, I win.” For a second, there was tension in the air, until he huffed out a laugh and said, “Besides, Eddie’s little boo-boo won’t scar.”
Eddie’s face split in a grin. “Great.”
“It’s way more likely that it’ll get infected and he’ll die from that.”
The smile fell. “Come on –“
“Or maybe tetanus. Have you taken your shots, Eds?”
“You are such an asshole,” Steve said, arms crossed over his chest but not without a hint of wonder in his voice.
Billy grinned. “That I am, and just imagine – you guys are lucky enough to be stuck in here with me.”
His comment dissolved the last of the earlier tension as all of them smiled a little at that, momentarily amused. A minute or so passed in silence, before Billy let out a deep sigh.
“Okay but seriously,” Steve, who also seemed to have had enough, said. “What do we do?”
“Sleep?” Billy said.
“I mean, what do we do if …” Steve licked his lips and looked down at his lap. “If we can’t get out. If no one comes for us.”
“Die,” Billy said bluntly, raising his hands defensively when the other two glared at him. “What? Those are the options. We get out, or we die.”
“You don’t sound too worried,” Steve said, still with a disapproving frown on his face.
“Let’s just say I’ve been there, done that.”
While he winked at a scowling Steve, Eddie buried his face in his hands. “Ugh, this sucks.”
A pause followed, as at least in this, they seemed to agree. Then Billy spoke up. “There’s one thing we haven’t tried yet …”
“What’s that?” Eddie asked.
“I mean,” Billy said with a considering look. “If it really is magic we’re dealing with …”
He was quiet for long enough that Eddie had to prompt him into speaking again, a hint of impatience in his voice. “Yes? What?”
“Hey, pretty boy,” Billy said and stretched out his leg to bump his shoe against Steve’s. “Your grandma ever say anything about sacrifices?”
“Sacrifices?”
Eddie groaned. “I do not like the sound of that.”
But Steve’s eyes lit up and he worked his way to standing. “Oh wait, shit, that makes sense actually.”
“What?” Eddie snarked. “There are no goats here to sacrifice, if you haven’t noticed.”
“Well, we have you,” Billy snarked back. “And last I heard, virgin sacrifices are high in demand.”
A growl. “Fuck you.”
“For our freedom? Sure. You offering?”
“Shut up, both of you!” Steve interjected. “First, I feel like I should point out that that’s offensive to the magically inclined and my gran would smack you over the head if she heard you talk like that. Second, from what she told me, there actually is an element of sacrifice to magic –“
“Your time to shine, Eddie.”
“Shut up!”
“I swear if you two don’t stop it, I’ll sacrifice you both right now!”
Eddie and Billy snapped their mouths shut as Steve raised his voice – and then glanced at each other and started giggling-
“Careful Stevie, I heard that kind of language is offensive to the magically inclined,” Eddie said smoothly while Billy guffawed.
Looking heavenwards, Steve sighed. “I hate you both. Can I finish?”
“I don’t know. Can you?”
“I swear to god …”
“Sorry, sorry,” Eddie said and gestured widely with his hands. “Please, continue.”
”Balance, okay? She said it’s almost always about balance.”
Eddie frowned, in confusion this time. “But you said ‘sacrifice’ …”
“I think she meant it as the same thing,” Steve huffed, and then deflated. “But I don’t know. It’s not like we talked a lot about it. My parents thought she was mad, and she died when I was ten. I just remember her saying that there had to be balance, and that all magic was basically a matter of give and take, in equal measures.”
“So, what?” Eddie said. “We need to use magic to get out of here, but to be able to do that, we have to … give something? Is that what it means?”
“Well at least you have something to bargain with,” Billy said. “Mr. Virgin.”
“I swear I will smack you.”
“Don’t,” Steve commented dryly. “He likes it.” While Eddie raised his eyebrows in incredulity and Billy grinned lewdly, Steve stood up and walked up to the glowing figures on the wall. He put his hand on them and frowned. “Maybe they’re instructions?”
Billy, who was busy warding himself against the pebbles Eddie was throwing at him, was momentarily distracted and asked, “Instructions for – ow! – Instructions for what?”
“I don’t know.” With a deep sigh, Steve went back to sit back down. “It was just a thought.”
~~~
Another half-hour passed without anything eventful happening.
“We should try to do something,” Billy huffed.
“We’ve already tried everything,” Steve sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“Not everything –“
“I swear,” Eddie snarled, suddenly on his feet and looming over Billy, fingers like claws as he pointed at Billy’s face, “If you’re about to crack one more virginity joke –“
“Jesus, Munson,” Billy murmured, hands up in surrender. “Chill out. It’s just a joke.”
“Maybe it is to you!” Eddie yelled. “Everything’s a joke to you, huh? Well guess what, for some of us, it’s not something to joke about. For some of us, getting laid isn’t just something that just happens! Some of us has gone through school a fucking loser, okay, and if you weren’t aware; no one wants to fuck a loser!”
Steve and Billy glanced at each other, and Billy made a face. “I didn’t mean –“
“And the thing is that Hawkins isn’t exactly a cultural hub, so if one person thinks that you’re a loser, suddenly everyone thinks that you’re a loser. And even if you really, really like someone, you can’t make the first move because if experience has taught you anything, it’s that you don’t have the social standing to approach them without people laughing at you or pushing you down or throwing you into lockers!”
Now both Billy and Steve winced. “I’m sure –“
“So naturally, it doesn’t happen, and then it continues to not happen, even though it happens to everyone around you, and by now even if someone does show any interest in you, you’re pretty sure it’s a goddamn trap and they’re going to use that opportunity to make fun of you or, or hurt you somehow!”
“Hey!” Steve said, standing up too. “No one would –“
“And then of course you start hanging out with fucking jocks,” Eddie continued, sneering, and motioned to Steve and Billy both. “And they’re gorgeous and confident and they can get anyone they want, and they prove it, like, all the time so they fuck their way through half the school, and then they start hooking up because why not, right? And then, then they start flirting with you, and you start to really wonder what the hell their angle is, since you’re such a fucking loser!”
By now, all three of them were standing up, but where Eddie was still pointing at Billy in a rage, Billy was just standing back by his wall, a gobsmacked expression on his face.
“Eddie –“ he said, but didn’t seem to find anything else to say. “I’m –“
“Don’t, Hargrove,” Eddie said, a bitter note to his voice. “Just …” A deep breath, as if trying to calm himself. “Lay off the virgin jokes, okay?”
“Okay.”
Steve walked up to Eddie and put a hand on his shoulder, face falling when Eddie shrugged out of his grip and backed up a step. “Hey, Eds. He didn’t mean anything by it.”
“I didn’t,” Billy confirmed in a low voice, not moving from his spot by the wall.
When Eddie just huffed and refused to look at any of them, Steve wet his lips and bent his head to try to catch his eye. “Hey. Eddie. Is this … Is this why you don’t wanna …? You know. Fool around with us?”
Eddie gave a half-hearted shrug and refused to meet his eye. Meanwhile, Billy raised his head up in his corner. “Wait, that’s why you don’t wanna have sex?”
Steve facepalmed and let out a sigh. “Billy …”
“No, wait, let me get this straight,” Billy continued, drawing himself up where he was standing. “Eddie here thinks that no one wants to fuck him because he’s a loser, meanwhile we’ve spent months trying to make it abundantly clear that we would both gladly fuck this particular loser!” He gestured between them and then added, as an afterthought, “Or, you know. Get fucked by, whatever.”
“That’s not the problem!” Eddie bit out. “Didn’t you listen?”
“I did,” Billy said with an unexpected wrinkle between his eyebrows. “And I don’t like what I’m hearing.”
Steve took that opportunity to put his hand back on Eddie’s shoulder, and turn him so he was facing him. When Eddie looked up, he was met with Steve’s wide and earnest eyes. “Do you really think that we would do something like that? Trick you, or … try to hurt you somehow? After everything we’ve been through, the three of us?”
It was Eddie’s turn to sigh, the air leaving him along with the rest of his anger. “No. Of course not, I – No.” He dragged a hand down his own face and leaned back against the rock wall, letting it support him. “I just … Listen. I haven’t had a lot of good experiences with jocks before you guys came along, okay? And I haven’t had a lot of good experiences with … people making sexual advances. And you guys have to admit that the setup is pretty … unusual.” He motioned between the three of them once more. “Not exactly a normal constellation, here, you know?”
“Fuck normal constellations,” Billy murmured from his corner, which made the corner of Eddie’s mouth tick up in a ghost of a smile.
“I just. I want to trust you guys,” Eddie said, but even as he said it, he shook his head. “No, that’s not what I meant. I mean I do trust you guys. I do. And I wanna be with you. Both. I just. Have some … issues, I guess.”
“Well,” Billy said, “Welcome to the club. We all have issues here.”
Steve, meanwhile, had put his arms around Eddie and pressed a kiss to his temple. “You should have said something earlier, Eds. I’m sorry if we’ve ever made you think –“
“You haven’t.”
Billy came up on the other side of Eddie and punched his other shoulder, albeit a considerably weaker punch than he was capable of. “We wouldn’t do that to you. You may be a loser, but you’re our loser, and we want to fuck you.” He was pinned by two incredulous looks, and rolled his eyes as he added, “Or get fucked by you. I already said.”
“What Mr. Sensitivity over here is trying to say –“ Steve started.
“Hey!”
“– is that hurting you is the last thing we wanna do.”
“Yeah,” Billy piped up. “Unless you like it. We wanna make you feel good.”
“Not everyone’s a masochist, Billy.”
“Some of us are.”
“Oh my god, please stop talking,” Eddie interrupted, face flaming. “I trust you guys, okay? I trust you not to hurt me. And I’ll probably want to have sex with you at some point –“ he pointed at Billy when Billy opened his mouth to speak, “– not while we’re stuck in a magic hole in the ground in the middle of the woods –“ he ignored Billy’s disappointed little ‘aw’ and continued, “– so now that that’s all, you know, out there, can we please talk about something else now? Literally anything else?”
“No, wait, go back to the magic hole–“ Billy said with a mischievous smile, and backed off giggling when both Eddie and Steve reached out to smack him. “Hey!”
Steve followed after him, but Eddie stayed where he was and stared straight ahead, not even looking at the others as they play-fought only a few steps away. His eyes were wide and his mouth fell open.
“Guys?”
The grunts and giggles from beside him abated, and when he repeated himself, they stopped altogether.
“What?”
Eddie just pointed at the glowing text on the wall. “Do you see what I’m seeing?”
Steve and Billy looked to where he was pointing. “The glowy symbols on the wall? Yeah.”
At that, Eddie tore his gaze away from the wall. “What do you mean? You can’t read it?”
“Wait, you can?”
Walking up to the wall, Eddie dragged his fingers over the first part of the symbols. “Not all of it, but this part? I can read this.”
“Well, spit it out! What does it say?”
“It says, ‘Shed your masks’.”
~~~
They spent a long time discussing whatever this new development meant, and whether it had any impact on their chances of getting out of here. But after going through their confinement again and finding that nothing else had changed, and after emptying their ideas of what this new information could mean without getting anywhere, they ended up where they’d started; each one sitting with their back to their chosen walls, occasionally glaring at the glowing symbols. The night was at its darkest, and no light at all was coming in from the hole above them.
“I fucking hate magic,” Billy grumbled for what must have been the twentieth time.
“We know,” Eddie and Steve said in chorus, without moving.
“Cryptic goddamn motherfucking runes –“
Perhaps in an effort to get Billy to shut up, Eddie spoke up. “Okay, let’s go over this again. If it’s not about a sacrifice, and it’s not literal – because we’re not wearing any masks – then maybe it’s instructions, like you said, Steve. Or a … riddle?”
“I’m terrible with riddles,” Steve commented while Billy just huffed.
“It has to mean something,” Eddie said. “It has to mean something that I can read it, and you guys can’t. Are you sure you can’t –“
“Yes,” Billy and Steve said at the same time.
“Only you seem to have acquired the magic rune-reading ability,” Billy added, slightly sarcastically. “Lucky you.”
“I can only read the first part, though,” Eddie said, frowning and fiddling with the hem of his jacket. “And that hasn’t proven to be very helpful.” He turned to Steve. “Is there anything you can think of that your grandmother might have said? Anything at all, maybe something you didn’t know was useful or –“
It was Steve’s turn to huff out a frustrated breath. “For the hundredth time, no! I’ve already told you, she died when I was ten and my parents thought she was mad so we didn’t even go there that often in the first place.”
“Yeah, but maybe they’ve said something or –“
Standing up and pulling at his hair, Steve growled out, “I don’t remember, okay? I last spoke to my grandmother almost ten years ago and I cared more about her cookies than her magic, okay? Sorry to be such a disappointment but I don’t remember me and my grandma ever discussing how to escape magic people traps in the middle of the forest. I guess my memory isn’t all that it should be after all those hits to the head I’ve taken!” Billy winced from his corner, but didn’t interrupt. “ So I’m sorry that you’re stuck down here with such a useless descendant of a witch!”
“I thought ‘witch’ was offensive,” Billy piped up, and threw his hands up and mimed zipping his mouth shut when Steve whirled around to glare at him.
“Hey, now,” Eddie said, also with his hands up. “That’s not what I meant at all. I just … You’re the only one who’s had any kind of experience with magic. The two of us,” he motioned between himself and Billy, “we don’t know shit.”
“Well neither do I!” Steve exploded. “I never know shit!”
“That’s not true –“
“I’m slow, I can’t read properly, and I only barely graduated. Dad wants me to work for him but I can’t even hold down a minimum-wage job. The only thing I’ve been somewhat decent at is fighting monsters and getting us out of bad situations but in case you haven’t noticed, there are no monsters here that I can hit over the head! I can’t get us out of this, because I’m stupid and useless!”
For a couple of seconds after his outburst, silence reigned in the space they were in. At least until Billy spoke up. “You’re anything but stupid and useless, pretty boy.”
Steve snorted self-deprecatingly. “Yeah, that’s why you call me ‘pretty boy’; because I’m smart. Clearly my best quality.”
“No,” Billy said, getting to his feet too and walking up to Steve, taking his face between his hands. “I call you ‘pretty boy’ because that’s what you are. You are pretty. But that’s not all you are. Where the fuck is this insecurity coming from, huh?” Steve gave a half-hearted effort of escaping his grip, but Billy held on. “Who cares if you can’t read? Fuck reading! That has nothing to do with how smart you are. And you are smart, you’re the one who thought that this thing might be magic in the first place.”
“Yeah,” Eddie said, getting with the program, “and at least you graduated on your first try. I failed twice before I graduated, and even then I only made it because you guys helped me. Both of you.”
“But I –“
“And!” Eddie added, “Losing the job at Scoops was so far from your fault, it’s not even funny. Remember the big meat monster? Because that whole mall thing was the meat monster’s fault.”
“Of course I remember the meat monster,” Steve grumbled. “I was actually there for it.”
“As was I,” Billy added. “You, however, weren’t.”
“My point still stands,” Eddie said, ignoring them. “And besides, you don’t want to work for your dad and you got a new job after that all by yourself anyway so it doesn’t matter.”
“Thanks to Robin.”
“Okay, so? You work well with other people. You’re a good team player or whatever. Billy, say something motivating about team players and sports metaphors and shit.”
“What?”
“Like, I don’t know. Isn’t it important to be a team player instead of … running the ball yourself or something? To score … goals? You win if you work together? Go team? Shit like that?” He rolled his eyes. “Come on, you’re the jocks here, you know what I’m trying to say!”
“I really don’t,” Steve said.
“Nope,” Billy agreed, “but please continue, it’s very amusing to listen to.”
“I hate you guys.”
“No you don’t.”
Billy pulled Steve into a one-armed hug and then let go. “I think he’s got a good point somewhere in there, though. No man is an island.”
“What?”
“Forget it. Point is, you’re smart.”
Steve sighed and took a step away from the others. “You don’t have to say that.”
“Yes I do,” Billy insisted, “because you obviously don’t hear it enough. There are many ways to be smart, and book smarts is not for everyone. Who cares about that anyway? You are people smart, and rational smart, and fighting monsters smart. You care so much, and you always want to help, even if … even if people don’t deserve it.”
“I can’t help now, though.”
“And that’s not your fault,” Eddie said. “Who in their right mind could have predicted we’d fall down and get trapped in a magical hole?”
They were silent for a heartbeat or two. “I mean,” Steve said, “this is Hawkins, so we probably should have expected something like it.”
Eddie snorted out a laugh, and next to him, Billy cackled. “Right on,” he said. “Fuck Hawkins.”
“Or maybe fuck in Hawkins?” Eddie dared, grinning when Billy’s eyebrows shot up on his forehead and his face split in a delighted grin.
“Now that’s the spirit, Munson!”
Steve didn’t join in their banter, instead he looked over Eddie’s shoulder at the glowing symbols on the wall. “Hey Eddie, I thought you said it said ‘Shed your masks’?”
“Yeah,” Eddie said, throwing a look at the symbols. “It does.”
“No,” Steve said, “It says ‘Acknowledge your real selves’. Right here.” He pointed at a section of the wall, and Eddie walked up next to him, frowning.
“I can’t read that. It’s still gibberish to me. Up here, though, it says ‘Shed your masks’.”
“Huh,” Steve said. “I can’t see that. But down here, it says ‘Acknowledge your real selves’.”
“It’s all still gibberish to me,” Billy said, scowling at the symbols. “But I’m happy for you guys. Apparently, all that’s needed to be able to get partial magic-reading powers is to have a meltdown.”
“Should be easy enough for you then,” Eddie grinned. “You dramatic bitch.”
~~~
Unfortunately, this new readable section wasn’t any more helpful than the first one had been, and they were still no closer to figuring out a way out of there.
“Maybe it’s less about the … well, meltdowns, and more about … opening up?” Steve suggested.
Eddie, who was back in his spot by the wall, raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“I mean … You and I, we both … revealed something about ourselves, I guess?”
They were silent as they thought that through, and then they both surreptitiously glanced at Billy, who startled a bit and then splayed his hands out on his chest. “Hey, I’m an open book!”
“M-hm,” Eddie said.
“Sure,” Steve added.
“An open book, written in a language no one can read,” Eddie said, and both he and Steve snorted while Billy glared at them.
“That’s bullshit. You know everything there is to know about me.”
Eddie actually laughed out loud at that. “Are you kidding? Just getting you to admit your favorite pizza topping was like pulling teeth!”
“It’s ham and pineapple.”
Steve let out a gasp. “You said it was pepperoni!”
“… I lied.” Billy made a show out of peering at the glowing symbols, and then fell back against the wall. “Nope, still can’t read it. So that’s strike one against the ‘opening up’ theory.”
Eddie pointed a finger in his direction. “You’re not taking this seriously.”
“Oh I am,” Billy assured them. “But I’m not about to air all my dirty laundry on the off chance that this magical cell will let us go if I say the correct secret out loud.”
“Aha!” Eddie exclaimed. “So you admit you have secrets?”
“Of course I have fucking secrets,” Billy scoffed. “Everyone has secrets.”
“Well then it wouldn’t hurt you to share with the class.”
“It might.”
“Come on!” Eddie said, frustrated. “If it’s really about balance like Steve says, then it must be up to you! Steve and I have both already shared something about ourselves.”
“Yeah, your low self-esteem. I don’t struggle with that.”
“Fuck you, Hargrove. You’re the only one who’s left!”
“Well tough shit, Munson. Guess we’re stuck down here for the foreseeable future, then!”
“Shut up, both of you!”
They fell silent at Steve’s shout, and turned to look at him. He sighed, and rubbed a hand over his face. “Fighting won’t help us, we know that much. Listen. It’s almost morning. We’re tired, and no one’s gonna come looking for us until the sun is up anyway. What do you say we try to get some sleep, and try to figure out a way out tomorrow? Who knows, maybe there’s something we’ve missed in the dark that we’ll be able to see in daylight?”
He didn’t sound like he particularly believed what he was saying, but none of the others argued with him about it. Or, more probably, they didn’t want to argue with each other, so decided to give in.
But when Steve tried to get them to cuddle up together – “Come on guys, it’s to conserve heat” – they promptly refused.
“I’m fine over here,” Billy said and laid down by his wall.
“I’m not that cold anyway,” was Eddie’s reply, and did the same.
“Come on guys, you’re being ridiculous.”
No answer. Sighing, Steve laid down on the dirt floor by his own wall, and closed his eyes.
~~~
Judging by the grey light that was filtering down from the overgrown opening above, it was just after dawn when Steve blinked his eyes open and stretched. He froze when he saw that Billy was no longer curled up at the wall where he’d previously been, but was now hunkering down next to Eddie’s unmoving form. Billy was staring at Steve with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights, having stopped in the middle of tucking his own jacket around Eddie, and at Steve’s raised eyebrow he shuffled back, pulling his shoulders up and licking his lips.
“He was shivering,” he said, defensively, in a low voice as if trying not to wake Eddie.
Steve, likewise, kept his voice low when he answered, “That was … nice of you.”
“Whatever,” Billy shrugged and went back to his spot by the wall, where he sat back down. “You know I run hot. I don’t really need it.”
Sitting up, Steve remarked, “Still nice.”
Billy glared at him. “What? I can be nice, you know.”
“I know, I know,” Steve backtracked. “I just meant, it’s nice to see that you care.” He winced, probably realizing how that sounded, and Billy’s gaze darkened.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, just …” A sigh, followed by a helpless shrug. “Sometimes, it’s not the easiest thing, to know what you’re thinking. I care a lot about you and Eddie, and I know he cares a lot about me and you as well, but … well. Sometimes, it’s hard to know where you’re standing with this whole thing.” Steve winced, and added, lamely, “Is all.”
“Well, fuck you too.”
Eddie suddenly sat up and pulled Billy’s jacket closer around him. “Why do you always do this?”
“You’re awake?”
“Obviously,” Eddie said with a roll of his eyes. “Just like I was awake last week when you put that blanket on me at Steve’s place. Just like I was awake when you touched my hair the week before that and you thought I’d fallen asleep in front of the TV. Just like I only pretended to sleep that time in the trailer last month and you carried me to bed. Hell, you said that Stevie must have imagined that noise his car was making, but I saw you working on it for a whole afternoon when you thought I wasn’t home!”
“Wait, you did?” Steve interjected, and was ignored.
Billy stared at Eddie with his mouth open, shoulders at his ears. Eddie continued, “So why do you always do this, Billy? Huh? Why do you only show that you care when you think we won’t notice?”
“I care!”
“Well how are we supposed to know that, when you hardly ever show it and never tell us?”
“Well excuse me for not being the lovey-dovey type of guy that you apparently want! Well guess what, if you want someone to buy you flowers and make you candle-lit dinners, you’re shit out of luck because that sure as hell ain’t me! You want someone to say ‘I love you’ all the time, you better find someone else!”
He crossed his arms over his chest – showing off his biceps, since he was just wearing a T-shirt now – and scowled at them both. After a minute or so of silence, during which no one seemed to find anything to say, his shoulders dropped a little. He pressed the heel of one hand to his eye and murmured a quiet “Fuck” before taking a deep breath. “But I do.”
Eddie glanced at Steve, who shrugged. “You do … what?”
“Love you guys,” Billy murmured, voice so low that they could hardly make out the words.
Steve’s eyebrows flew up in surprise, and Eddie’s jaw dropped. Billy didn’t see any of that, though, because he still had his eyes closed.
“Of course I fucking do,” he continued. “I just shouldn’t have to … fucking say it all the time.”
Eddie turned to Steve and mimed ‘wow’, before speaking up. “I can’t believe this.”
“What?” Billy growled and opened his eyes, already frowning. “Not good enough for you? You need me groveling and on my knees?”
“I mean,” Eddie said, momentarily distracted, “I wouldn’t mind you on your knees, but that wasn’t what I meant. I meant,” and here he nodded to both Billy and Steve, “I can’t believe you’re the one who said it first.”
“Said wh–“ Billy began, and then snapped his mouth shut when realization dawned.
As the color drained from Billy’s face, the smile on Eddie’s face grew. “Why, the L word of course! To be honest, I wasn’t sure we were there yet –“ Steve gave him a shove and a warning glare, but Eddie continued his teasing, still grinning, “– but since you’ve so bravely taken the leap into the next phase of our relationship, I guess I can say it too; I love you too, Billy.” He kissed the air in Billy’s direction, and then turned and pressed a real kiss to Steve’s face, since Steve was closer. “And I love you, Stevie.”
“I fucking hate you,” Billy murmured, face beginning to redden.
“Ah, but that’s not what you said a minute ago!”
Billy buried his face in his hands and let out a half-strangled scream while Steve did his best not to laugh. Eddie continued to have the time of his life, and said smoothly, “Hey, Billy, that was one hell of a confession actually. Does the magic hole allow you to read the symbols now?”
He said it jokingly, but when Billy looked up to glare at him and threw a glance at the glowing runes, he froze and his eyes widened.
“No shit?” Eddie said, teasing forgotten. “Really? You can read it?”
Billy got to his feet and approached the stone wall. “Not all of it,” he said and traced the bottom part of the symbols. “Just this.”
“Okay?” Steve said and waited. When Billy didn’t speak, he prompted, “So what does it say?”
“What difference does it make?” Billy murmured, face flaming.
“Uhh,” Eddie said and gestured wildly around the hole they were in. “Maybe all the difference in the world? Maybe it’s an … incantation, or something. Wait, let’s try it! This first part that I can read says, ‘Shed your masks’.”
Steve pressed two fingers to the part that he could read, and continued seamlessly, “’Acknowledge your real selves’.”
They both looked at Billy, who sighed and looked heavenwards, but ground out the part that he cold apparently read: “’Open up and share yourself with others’.”
Eddie gave him a grin and Steve smiled proudly even though Billy refused to look at any of them. Instead he looked around the space they were in. The others did, as well.
At first, nothing seemed to happen. Then something started glowing on the three other walls as well; more symbols. The boys all looked around, and Steve frowned. “I can … I can only read that one,” he said and pointed at the symbol that had appeared on the wall he had slept against.
“I can read that one,” Eddie said and pointed to his wall.
Billy’s shoulders sagged as he nodded to the wall where he had been sleeping, “And I can read those.”
Eddie, licked his lips and seemed to decide to go first. “’Show trust’,” he said.
“’Show weakness’,” Steve read.
“’Show feelings’,” Billy bit out.
As the last words were spoken, the intensity of the runes increased until they were shining so brightly that the boys had to shield their eyes against the light. It continued until everything around them was a bright white and they had to screw their eyes shut –
– and then it stopped, and they were left to blink the remnants of the bright spots out of their eyes.
“What the –“ Steve said, as he was the first to regain his senses and look around.
They were no longer in the hole, but in the woods where they had fallen in the night before. In fact, there was no indication of a hole ever having been there in the first place.
The early morning sunlight came down through the trees, birds were chirping in the branches above, and drops of dew glittered on the foliage around them.
“What the fuck?” Billy said, eloquently.
“Huh,” Eddie said, just as expressively. “Guess there’s something to be said about that whole balance and sacrifice thing, after all.”
“I still think we should have worked the virgin sacrifice angle,” Billy grumbled, backing away from and glaring at the space where they’d fallen through the night before.
“There’ll be time for that later,” Eddie said. “Besides, I’d rather my first time be in an actual bed. Call me old-fashioned.”
“High-maintenance, more like it.”
“Aw, but you apparently love that about me,” Eddie grinned, all teeth, and ducked under Billy’s half-hearted swipe.
“Guys,” Steve sighed, but he was smiling too. “Maybe we should save all this for later and get the hell out of here? Before anything else happens?”
“Good plan, pretty boy,” Billy said.
“Smart boy,” Eddie added.
“Very capable boy,” Billy nodded.
“Shut up,” Steve said, and got to hear the other two cackle delightedly as they turned and walked in the direction where they’d left the car the previous day.
A couple of seconds passed, and then Eddie let out a loud snort. At his boyfriends’ questioning looks, he said, “I can’t believe we got couples therapy:d by a magical forest hole.”
Rating: T | No CWs | Word Count: 1,037 | Pairings: pre-Steve/Eddie/Billy | Additional Tags: Omegaverse
Summary: Steve puts himself up for auction through a reputable omega auction house, hoping to find the one. He wasn't expecting to find two alphas that were well-suited.
While omega auctions were slowly falling out of standard, they did still occasionally happen. Due to newer laws on omega protection, though, they were far divorced from their old methods of operation. That wasn’t to say omega exploitation didn’t still happen, but when it was caught, the people in charge were arrested for their crimes. Most omega auctions nowadays featured omegas who put themselves on the auction block or who at least consented when their family wanted them to do it.
When Steve was looking for a company to work with to put himself up for auction, he asked around to learn the reputations of the companies he was considering. A few he ruled out due to sketchy practices – nothing illegal, Hopper told him, but they were skirting the line. A couple he ruled out due to their policies – particularly the limited ability to turn down alphas and a penalty fee for doing so. Finally, he’d narrowed it down to one.
He’d gone through the process of getting registered with them, answering their questionnaires, getting a physical, sitting for photos, and scent-marking fabric swatches. In the end, the whole thing seemed like an expensive matchmaking service, all paid for by the alphas looking for an omega.
They’d explained to him that he’d keep most of the money from the bid as a bride-price, while the auction house made their money off their percentage fee from that bid. He hoped it would end up being a decently sized nest egg – not for himself, but so he’d have money to spoil his future pups.
His profile information reflected his desires too. Every alpha who bid on him would know he wanted a large family, and he’d turn down anyone who ignored that and thought they could have him anyway.
He needed this, but not at the expense of his hopes and dreams.
Come the day of his first auction, his nerves were a little jittery, but it wasn’t anything too unmanageable. Honestly, he thought Robin was more anxious about this than he was. He’d ended up having to reassure her multiple times the night before that everything would be okay.
He pulled up in a nice outfit sans scent blockers or colognes, as the people running the auction had told him to do. Quickly, he was set up in a side room with a few other omegas all waiting nervously to be called onto the small stage to be auctioned off.
One-by-one they were called out of the room; none of them returned after their auction. Even though Steve knew that was what was supposed to be happening, it still put him on edge, waiting for his turn.
When there were only two of them left, his name was called, and he was ushered into the wings.
“Just go out there with a smile and wave when they say your name,” the assistant whispered to him, before giving him a nudge on his cue.
He barely registered anything the host was saying as his portion of the auction occurred. All he could focus on was the undercurrent of one of the most alluring scents he’d ever smelled. It took all his effort not to drop his smile as he stood frozen on the stage, enthralled by the scent. One of these people in here was his scentmate, but he couldn’t make out who with all the other scents in the air.
He hoped more than anything they won the bid.
Soon, he realized the bidding was slowing down, the host calling out, “Sold!” and he was guided off stage by another assistant.
The beta led him to a small sitting room, containing only a small loveseat and an armchair. “Wait here,” she told him. “I’ll be back with the alpha who won.”
Steve paced the room a few times before finally seating himself on one side of the loveseat.
After only a couple more minutes, there was a soft knock on the door. When it opened, instead of the beta from earlier, an alpha with dark curly hair stepped in.
“Hey,” the man said softly.
“Hi,” Steve said back. He covertly scented the air to see if this man was the one he smelled during the auction. The first whiff he got smelled so good, but he realized it was only half the scent he had smelled. Did he have two scentmates? It wasn’t unheard of, but it certainly wasn’t common.
“My name’s Eddie,” the man introduced himself, still standing awkwardly by the door.
“I’m Steve,” he said back. “You can come sit next to me.” He patted the cushion next to himself.
“Well, I’d love to,” Eddie said shyly, pulling a lock of hair in front of his mouth, “but I don’t want to get your hopes up too high, if you don’t like what I’m about to tell you.”
Steve’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I…” Eddie hesitated. “My partner and I bid on you together.”
“What?” He had no idea what that could mean for him.
“His name’s Billy; he’s an alpha, too. We’ve been looking for an omega and decided to try this when the whole dating thing wasn’t working out,” Eddie said tentatively.
Steve thought it over for a second. “Was he the other one I could smell during the auction?” he asked Eddie.
“You could tell too?” Eddie responded, starting to look excited.
He nodded.
“We were pretty certain you’re our scentmate, but we wanted to be sure first.” Eddie had a broad grin on his face. “He’s just outside. We figured I was the better one to break it to you,” he said. “Can I let him in?”
Steve was starting to feel a little bit like a bobblehead with how fast and hard he was nodding.
Eddie turned and pulled open the door, sticking his head through and saying something that Steve couldn’t quite make out; he’d spoken too quietly, but Steve could make assumptions. As soon as he pulled back into the room, another alpha followed him in, this one broad with beautiful blond hair.
“Hi, Steve,” the man said with a wave. “I’m Billy.”
And now, with both of the alphas in the room, it smelled like home.
Here's my first drawing for the @metalsandwichbingo
A1 - Collecting weird stuff / A2 - Creature transformation / A3 - Spanking // B2 - Free Space / B3 - Bonds forged in trauma // C1 - Winning/losing/making a bet / C2 - Blindfolded / C3 - "You're alive !" "Astounding powers of observation."
'For those about to rock' - Female Harringroveson - 15.12.2024
I was hit with the thought of Female Harringroveson as rockstars, I had a lot of fun with their outfits 😊💕
Done using watercolors, ink pens, colroed pencils, metallic ink pens, alcohol markers, gel pens, graphite pencils, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the title
AO3 post / Bluesky post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post
Done using watercolors, ink pens, colroed pencils, metallic ink pens, alcohol markers, gel pens, graphite pencils and acrylic paint pens
AO3 post / Bluesky post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post
My next fill for @metalsandwichbingo !! This might be the first time I've ever done two withing 24 hours without having them pre-written. Also, as much as I love Steve and Billy, in this one, I went with the idea that when they met, instead of going 'I can fix him', I went with 'I can make him worse'. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys, and title comes from the song MUD by Dorothy.
Title: You Ain't Living Life til You're Down in the Mud
Square + Prompt: A2, On his knees, Mouth open
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4774 Words
Major Tags: Chose Not to Use*
Additional Tags: Crushes, Extremely Dubious Consent, Consensual non-consent, Bullying, Billy Hargrove being an asshole, Steve Harrington being an asshole, Face-fucking, Hair-pulling, Choking, Restraints, Marking, Eddie Munson has a piss kink, Wet & messy, Dacryphilia, Name-calling, Dirty talk, Humiliation Kink, Consensual but not Safe or Sane
Summary: Eddie Munson is seriously fucked up. It's fitting that everyone calls him a freak. He doesn't exactly know why he has a crush on the two guys who have made his life a living hell for the past month, but here he is. As long as no one finds out about it, though, he should be fine. But one day, after Billy trips him in the hall, he loses his journal, the one where he writes down every disgusting, filthy thing he wishes they would do to him. And unfortunately, he can't find it anywhere.
Also on: Ao3
*TW for this one, I didn't use any major tags because none of them really apply, but when I say things like "extremely dubious consent" and "consensual non-consent" I mean them. Consent is not explicitly given for most of the story, but it is there. If these or any other tags bother you, please don't read. Stay safe and sane out there, lovelies!!
It had only been a month since Billy Hargrove moved to Hawkins, a month since he met up with Steve Harrington and become his best friend, a month of nothing but torment and suffering for Eddie Munson. He didn’t know why, but Steve and Billy had decided to make him their own special project, picking on him relentlessly and making his life a living hell, as if it weren’t already bad enough being the super-senior who’s dad was in jail and who’s mom was dead, so he had to live with his uncle who was always working just so they could afford to live. Add on the claims that he worshiped the devil and the fact that he hung out with losers and freaks, and you’ve got the recipe for the easiest target in the history of American high school.
And of course, it didn’t help that Eddie knew he had a fucked up life, so when he started to develop a sick form of attraction to the people who constantly bullied him, he almost didn’t question it. It still kinda freaked him out a little, but at this point, he’d just accepted it as another thing that was happening in his stupid, fucked little head. Besides, he knew there was absolutely no way anything would ever happen there, so he figured, if his brain was gonna make him think that was what he wanted, he would rather just enjoy it instead of working himself up about it.
So he did what any person would do when they had no one to talk to about this sort of stuff, he wrote it down. He kept a journal anyway, so why not put down his fantasies and when he could one day afford a therapist, scar them for life with it so they could figure out what exactly was wrong with him? He never wanted anyone else to find it though, so he always kept it on his person, and when he went home at night, put it in the very back of the drawer in his nightstand. If anyone else ever got ahold of it, he wouldn’t even be run out of town, they’d probably just kill him on the spot, and that was unideal to say the least, so it was safer just to keep it with him at all times.
It was a relatively small journal, one that he could fit in his back pocket, and that’s just where it was that day when the bell finally rang and he was able to head to his last class of the day. So far he’d been able to avoid Steve and Billy enough that there were no major incidents, and he was so close to going a whole day without having to endure their shit, but just as that thought entered his head, he rounded the corner only to run smack into Billy. He then found himself face-planting into the linoleum, his stuff flying everywhere and everyone around them laughing.
Eddie sighed as he picked himself up, less upset about being tripped than he was about having to gather up all his shit. He’d had all kinds of notes for his next campaign with the guys, and now they were all over the hallway, getting stepped on and ignored by his peers. Except for two nice girls, nobody helped him to get his stuff, and instead they went about their days as if nothing had happened.
“Billy’s such a jerk,” the one girl said as she handed Eddie his notebook stuffed with papers. She was wearing a cheer outfit and had a nice smile. “He’s always making rude comments to us when we practice. I swear, one day, I’m gonna tell him off.”
“All five foot three of you?” The other girl asked, smirking at her before helping Eddie up. She had a flannel shirt on and glasses and her hair was a fiery red. “But seriously, she’s right. Don’t let him get you down.”
“I never do,” Eddie replied, dusting himself off and smiling, “Thanks for the help, ladies.”
The two girls walked off and Eddie let his smile fall. He’d really been hoping for just one day without anything happening, but that was out the window now. Still, there was only one class left in the day, so he just had to sit through that, and then he could go home.
It wasn’t until he got home that day that he realized his journal wasn’t in his pocket. A cold shock hit him square in the chest as he ran out to his van, praying that it had just fallen out onto the seat. He searched the entire car, but there was no trace of it, so he went back inside and tore the place apart trying to find it. He was close to crying as he realized it was nowhere to be found, and he had to splash cold water on his face to get himself to calm down enough to think rationally. He remembered being tripped earlier in the day and figured that must’ve been when he’d lost it, since that was the last time he remembered having it. And as he got in his van and sped back to the school, he prayed that it had just slid under some lockers and he could go and get it with little to no resistance.
When he got to the school, he ran through the halls until he got to the one where Billy had tripped him, and he got down on his hands and knees to check under each locker, but he came up with nothing. He felt like the world was closing in around him, and he started to cry as he sank down and curled into a ball against the lockers. He sat there for a while, but finally he realized there was nothing he could do about it, so he made a plan to check the office tomorrow and see if anyone turned it in, and if not, he’d figure out his next steps later.
Meanwhile, across town, Steve and Billy were hanging out at his house, enjoying his heated pool and more than a few beers. They were fucking around and shootin’ the shit when eventually, they started talking about Eddie.
“He’s getting pretty good at avoiding us,” Steve said, “I didn’t even see him hardly at all today, and when I did, he was too far away to do anything.”
“Yeah, he’s a slippery little fucker,” Billy agreed, shaking water from his hair, “But I managed to trip him earlier today, so not all hope is lost. Oh! And I almost forgot,” Billy hoisted himself out of the pool and went over to his bag, drying his hands quickly before rooting around and pulling out a small green notebook. “This fell out of his pocket earlier today. Whattaya say? Wanna read the freak’s diary? I took a quick peek earlier and there is some fucked up shit in there.”
“Like what?” Steve asked, sitting up on the edge of the pool as Billy tossed the notebook to him. He caught it and waited for Billy to come sit next to him, and then the two of them started to read. It started out tame enough, mostly just a lot of questioning as to why his life was so messed up, and a lot of insecure thoughts. But just when they were getting bored and were about to stop reading, it got interesting.
They read all about how Eddie was somehow fixated on them, how he had wet dreams sometimes about the two of them and how he hated that, but as they kept reading, how he finally just accepted it. He detailed everything he ever thought about them doing to him, from choking him and making him cry to forcing him and marking him like a dog. It was a treasure trove of everything he’d ever fantasized about, and it was all pure gold. There were so many new possibilities, now. Blackmail, humiliation, exposure, and the list just went on from there. By the time they finished reading, though, they’d come up with something far more rewarding than anything else, and they couldn’t wait to put their plan into action.
The next day was bright and sunny, although still a little chilly for the beginning of November. The weather was the last thing on Eddie’s mind though as he got to school, heading straight to the principal’s office before going to homeroom. He talked to the front desk lady and asked if he could look through the lost and found, but after ten minutes of going through every item in there, he had nothing. The pit in his stomach sank down deeper, but he thanked the receptionist and trudged off to class, shoving his palms in his eyes to try and keep from crying again.
The day went surprisingly well after that, all things considered. He got a math test back that he didn’t fail, and Billy and Steve seemed too concerned with the big basketball game tomorrow to be bothered with him, so as long as he kept to himself, Eddie managed to get through the day fairly easily. He still felt anxious, though, and every time he saw Cheer girl or Flannel girl in the hall, he hoped they’d come up and say they got his notebook by mistake and give it back to him, but no such luck. There were no whispers in the halls or anybody coming up to humiliate him with it either, though, so he had hope that maybe nobody had found it yet and he still had time to get it before anyone did.
That was still the only thing on his mind at the end of the day when he went back to his locker to get his stuff, and it only went away when he saw a post-it note sitting on top of his jacket. He picked it up and read the message, and sighed as he crumpled it up and stuck it in his pocket. It only had one word on it, ‘picnic’, and anybody who was in the know at Hawkins high could tell you what that meant. As much as Eddie just wanted to go home and relax for the night, he also needed the money, so he grabbed his lunch box and started making his way to the table just beyond the treeline where he always went to sell.
When he got there, though, there was no one else in sight. He couldn’t hear leaves or sticks crunching, so he figured maybe in the time that they’d left the note and now, whoever wanted to buy from him had chickened out. He decided to wait for a few minutes just in case, but when nobody came after five, he cut his losses and started making his way back to the parking lot.
He only got halfway there when someone grabbed him by the jacket sleeve and yanked him backwards, using one hand to hold onto him and the other to cover his mouth. He tried to struggle, but it was no use, whoever this was was a hell of a lot stronger than he was, and they were holding him at just the right angle to keep him from getting a solid footing. He had a pretty good idea of who was behind this, and a sense of dread crept up his spine and into his throat as he stopped struggling and tried to think of an escape plan.
“Here?” He heard Billy say, and tears sprang to his eyes.
“No, I heard the track team is running this trail today, one of them could see us. I know another place, c’mon,” Steve answered him, and Eddie could feel him talking from where he held him against his chest. At that point, any sense of wanting to escape had left him, and was replaced with a sense of panic so strong, he couldn’t think straight. He wasn’t even in control of himself, really, and when Steve started dragging him back to the parking lot with Billy in tow, Eddie didn’t even put up a fight. He didn’t like this, he wanted to run away, but his mind was so frantic it couldn’t send the signal down to his legs, and so he just let Steve manhandle him, all the way into the back of Billy’s car.
“Wh-what are you doing?” He finally got the nerve to ask as Steve climbed in the back with him and Billy started to drive. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere nobody will find us,” Steve said, a wicked grin on his face.
“What are you gonna d-do to me?” Eddie asked, hardly noticing that Steve was taking his jacket off of him as he heard Billy laugh in the front seat. He held up Eddie’s missing notebook and his eyes went wide as he tried to lunge for it. He didn’t even get halfway there before Steve grabbed his arms and wrestled them behind his back, tying them together a little too tightly with an old shoelace.
“Give that back!” He tried, but it only made the other two laugh.
“Listen, Freak, it doesn’t matter anyway, we already read it,” Steve said, “So if you want us to keep this between us and not plaster the pages all over the school, I suggest you shut up and do what we say, capisce? Now drink this.”
Eddie was too stunned to do anything but comply. He opened his mouth as Steve held a water bottle for him, and he made him drink the whole thing plus a second one while he gave Billy directions. By the time he was halfway through the third bottle, the car finally stopped, and Steve let him stop drinking so they could get out of the car. They were at the top of the cliffs surrounding the quarry, one of the most secluded places in all of Hawkins, nobody would think to look for any of them up here. That was all Eddie could think about as he was helped out of the car, and it did nothing to help his nerves, or his bladder. He felt like he was about to burst, he’d already kinda had to pee before any of this started, but now with two and a half bottles of water in him, he was desperate. Still, his hands were tied. Literally.
“Get on your knees, Freak,” Steve spat, pushing Eddie down on the rocky ground and smiling as he winced.
“Why are you doing this to me?” He asked, his heart racing and his body starting to feel restless. It kinda felt good, now that he’d gotten used to it, but he had no idea what was gonna happen, and that was the only thing that made him nervous.
“We read your little diary,” Billy said, “And we thought, we could do a lot of fun things with this, but we decided this was the best idea we had. So here’s the deal, you do what we tell you and keep your mouth shut, and we give you exactly what you want.”
“And,” Steve chimed in, “If you behave and act like a good little slut, we won’t accidentally leave this open in the library for someone else to find. Sound fair?”
Eddie wasn’t sure how to respond for a minute, he still had no idea what Billy meant when he said they’d give him ‘exactly what he wanted’, but if he were being honest, he’d rather do what they said and maybe get his journal back rather than refusing and it getting out to everyone. Besides, the morbidly curious part of his brain wanted to go through with it, so finally he nodded.
“Wh-whatever you say,” he said, and Billy and Steve both smiled.
“Good choice,” Steve said, then walked over and grabbed Eddie by the hair, making his mouth fly open from the painful grip and making the pressure in his groin build. “That’s a good slut, you like it when I pull your hair? I bet you like it whenever I do anything to you, huh? Is that why you’ve been avoiding me lately? Afraid you’re gonna pop a boner if I hit you hard enough?”
Eddie couldn’t deny that this was starting to feel better than it should have. The names, the insults, the pain, the desperation, it was all strangely provocative, and his head was starting to get a little foggy as Billy came over to add fuel to the fire.
“That must’ve been why you scurried away so fast last week when I pinned you to the lockers,” he said, wrapping a hand around Eddie’s throat, but only adding enough pressure to make sure Eddie could feel it. “You’re such a dirty little freak, getting off on fucked up shit like this. Did you touch yourself after last week? Did you jerk off or shove a couple fingers up your ass, or maybe both? I bet it was both, and I bet you wished it was one of us that was fucking you instead of just your hand, isn’t that right?”
“Y-yes,” Eddie mumbled, but it mustn’t have been good enough, because next thing he knew Billy was digging the toe of his boot into his stomach, right where his bladder would be. Eddie started to breathe heavier, his eyes starting to feel wet again as he did everything he could to keep his composure. He had to go so bad, and the other two just laughed as he started to whine like a toddler. “Yes, okay?! You’re right! I was horny and I fucked myself in the school bathroom and I wished it was you, okay?!”
“Good job, slut,” Billy smiled, finally letting up and taking a step back. Steve followed and stood next to him, and the two seemed to tower over him as they stared him down.
“Piss yourself,” Steve said, and Eddie almost cried.
“What?” He asked, his voice small and pathetic.
“You heard me, now do it. Piss yourself,” he repeated.
“You can’t be serious,” Eddie whined, a couple of tears escaping. This was so humiliating.
“I’m dead serious, now fucking do it,” Steve demanded, getting in Eddie’s face and grabbing his hair again, pulling hard. Eddie let out a cry of pain and Steve let up, stepping back again and watching as Eddie cried.
He couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt so good to be used like this, but it was also the most mortifying ordeal he’d ever been through in his life. He couldn’t believe they wanted him to do this, but finally, he just couldn’t hold it anymore. He started crying harder as he started to go, sobbing a bit as he soaked his jeans. He suddenly regretted wearing the blue ones today, since the black ones would’ve made it harder to see, but with the blue, it was easy to tell what he was doing. He knew the other two could tell, he could hear them laughing and mocking him, and as much as it hurt, it also heightened the thrill a little bit. And when he finally finished, his jeans soaked through and his face red from crying, they made their way back over, grinning widely.
“Can’t believe you actually did it,” Billy said, licking his lips. “Now, sit up and open your mouth.”
Eddie nodded and sniffed a little, leaning his head to the side to try and wipe his face on his shoulder, but then he did as he was told. He sat up and opened his mouth, and then he waited, watching as the two of them unzipped their jeans and got their own dicks out. Then, without any more warning, Billy grabbed him by his hair, shoving his dick into Eddie’s mouth, and holding his head down until he started to choke.
“Does that feel good, slut?” He asked as he let him up, barely giving him enough time to take a breath, much less answer, before pushing him back down. He fucked his throat hard, already reducing him to tears again and barely giving him any breaks except to breathe. Steve egged him on, encouraging his buddy to hold him down longer, to really give it to him, and if Eddie whimpered or made a noise, he’d mock him, making him feel even more ashamed and making him enjoy it more and more with each insult hurled his way.
Eddie was crying harder as Billy kept it up, until finally, he stopped. He pulled out of his mouth before finishing, and as Eddie coughed and finally managed to catch his breath, he just stood there, watching and laughing. It sent a wave of embarrassed excitement shoot through Eddie, and if he hadn’t been hard before, he certainly was now. He could feel the ache against his wet jeans, which were cooling rapidly and making him shiver, which didn’t help his desperation to come right then and there. But before he could get himself composed enough to do it, Steve noticed, and he grabbed Eddie by the face this time as he spoke to him.
“You better not even think about coming until I say you can. Otherwise I’ll leave you here tied up and by the time you find a way to get back home, the entire town will have read your little diary, understand me?” He asked, and as much as it pained him, Eddie nodded. “Good. Now open your fucking mouth again.”
Eddie once again did as he was told, and Steve wasted no time in giving him the same treatment that Billy had. He fucked his throat mercilessly and Eddie just took it. It wasn’t as hard this time, he’d gotten kinda used to it, and even though it was still rough, he was starting to like it that way. This was what he’d been fantasizing about for over a month now, anyway, and it was being presented to him on a silver platter. He might as well enjoy it, right?
Once he’d gotten used to the intrusion in his throat, it didn’t seem to take quite as long, and before he knew it, Steve was pulling out of his mouth, too, he and Billy standing over him and stroking their cocks, and finally, coming all over him. He let them take their time, his clothes were already ruined and his face was a mess, so they couldn’t do much more damage now than they already had. When they were done, he waited patiently for their next orders, a twinge of fear still twisting in his gut as Steve smirked at him. He didn’t do anything, though, just traced his fingers over his ruined shirt and then lifted his hand, shoving his fingers into Eddie’s mouth, covered in come.
“Swallow it,” he commanded, and Eddie did, his throat burning a bit from being used so harshly.
“Good slut,” Billy said, grinning widely. “Now, that little book of yours said that if you were ever in a situation like this with the two of us, you’d want us to mark you like a dog, isn’t that right?”
“Y-yeah,” Eddie swallowed, his voice thick. “P-please.”
“Aww, look at that, the bitch is begging,” Steve laughed meanly, then looked at Billy, “What do you think, Bill? Is the little freak worth claiming as ours?”
“Fuck yeah, why not? Not like he can do much about it, and I like the idea of being able to fuck him up like this any time I want, don’t you?” Billy replied, grabbing his now limp dick and winking at his friend as he started to piss all over Eddie. Steve nodded and did the same, the two of them covering him from head to toe. Eddie couldn’t help but make a noise of pleasure as they did, the warmth of their piss almost a comfort in the chilly November evening. Not only that, but it was unbelievably erotic to be claimed by someone like this, animalistic instincts taking over and making them act so filthily, and Eddie couldn’t get enough of it. He was so close, and this just added another layer of desperation that he liked, but he was so ready to toss that feeling aside and let himself blow.
When they were finally done, Steve and Billy tucked themselves away and straightened themselves out, making sure they looked normal, and completely ignoring Eddie for a minute until they were satisfied with themselves. Then they turned their attention back to a squirming, whining Eddie, ready to leave him with one last indignity.
“You wanna come now, bitch?” Billy asked, licking his lips again as Eddie nodded vigorously. “Then you’re gonna have to work for it like the fucking dog you are, come here.”
Eddie listened easily and shuffled forward on his knees until he was at Billy’s feet, and once he was, he looked up for further directions. Billy didn’t give any, instead he just stuck his leg out, and Eddie got the hint right away.
“You s-sure?” He asked, still a little nervous to make a wrong move.
“Yeah, go on. Be a good fucking dog and get yourself off,” Billy said, and Steve nodded along, clearly holding back a laugh. Eddie didn’t care if they laughed anymore though, he was too wound up to give a shit, so he didn’t let himself even think about it as he settled Billy’s leg between both of his and started to hump it like a dog. It felt so damn good, the humiliation mixed with the actual physical sensations feeling like the most perfect blend in the universe. He knew it had been less than a minute before he finally came with a moan, even thirty seconds was being generous, but it was the best orgasm he’d ever had, and as concerning that probably should’ve been to him, he just didn’t care right then.
Once he’d ridden out his orgasm as long as he could, Eddie fell over on his side. His knees were throbbing from him kneeling on the gravel for so long, and his arms and hands were tired from being in the same position for so long. His throat felt like it was on fire, and his eyes were burning, too, from crying so much. He was tired and dirty and getting cold, and he could hear the other two laughing at him, but he was too blissed out to care about any of it.
After a minute or so, Steve came up behind him again and untied the shoelace from his wrists. He must’ve gone back to the car at some point as Eddie had laid there, because he tossed his jacket and the unfinished water bottle from earlier down next to him. Eddie finally found the strength to sit up and was about to thank him, but before he could, Steve spoke first.
“Remember our deal, Freak. This stays between us, or we show that book to everyone, understand?” He asked, and Eddie nodded.
“Yeah, I hear ya,” he rasped, a goofy smile on his face. These two really weren’t so scary, now that he thought about it.
“Good. And maybe if you keep yourself in line like a good little bitch, we can really ruin you, just like you want,” Billy added, grabbing Eddie by the hair one last time and staring him down. “Remember, you’re ours now. We own you.”
Eddie felt a strange tingle in his stomach when he heard that, and he looked back and forth between the other two for a moment before nodding. They nodded back and then let him go, the both of them going back to the car and climbing in, leaving Eddie there without even a glance back in his direction.
Eddie sighed as he watched them drive off. He should’ve known that they weren’t going to start being nice to him, even after all this, so it shouldn’t have surprised him when they left him to find his own way home. He drank the rest of the water they’d left him with and tossed the bottle off the cliff, then braced himself to stand up. He cringed in pain as his knees straightened out after so long, and his feet were still kinda numb, but he’d have to walk it out eventually, so he might as well get a move on before it got really dark. He could worry about picking his van up tomorrow. At least Forest Hills wasn’t too far from here.
