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eddiebillysteve · 2 years

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cat and mouse

(( harringroveson prison au )) chapter thirteen | find the rest here

a/n | find this chapter and my rambling a/n on ao3 HERE & find @leticheecopae's sister fic pit of vipers HERE - pls go read it and then talk to me about it because i am simply OBSESSED and more people need to sEE THE CONNECTIONS ok

warnings | daddy kink, dom/sub themes, possessiveness, slight feminization because makeup mentions?, neil hargrove is an asshole, steve being a gay panicked confused mess (this is a permanent tag), he's also being trained with candies and i'm not sorry about it, general prison talk, stuff like that !!

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Billy and Eddie had learned Steve’s birthday wasn’t actually for a few more days; they hadn’t missed it, the card from the boys had just been early. It meant they had time to plan, throw a few things together.

Argyle and Jonathan were in charge of the cake. It wasn’t a real cake, instead having to be made of whatever snacks they could get from the commissary to pile into the shape of a cake with a cigarette stuck into the top of the mound as a makeshift candle. Eddie was in charge of making a birthday card for him, one from the two of them, and Billy was in charge of the presents.

He rang Max up to tell her what he wanted brought in the day after Steve’s card from the boys arrived – even though it took a lot of bribing to get the guards to allow him to walk to the phones. Already he knew he was going to give Stevie his blue bear from when he was a child, but he wanted a couple of other things, too. The first was a tiny little bit of makeup, just a tube of lipstick, mascara and a small eyeshadow pallet – which was definitely more for them than Steve. Another was a book, one that Eddie had told him to get so that the three of them could read it together, and the last was a cassette player. They were allowed inside, as were radios, but very few of the inmates had them. They were nearly always stolen and getting family members from the outside to bring in cassettes got old quickly.

But the inmates knew much better than to dare steal anything that belonged to Billy or his pets. They knew the consequence would involve every last bone in their greedy hands being broken so they wouldn’t be physically able to steal anything for a long time, and then, while recovering, their own cell ransacked for anything of value to be taken away from them.

He struggled with choosing which cassettes to tell her to buy because he wasn’t sure what kind of music Steve was even into. He wound up telling Max to ask the record shop keeper for whatever was popular in metal, rock, and pop, and to get one of each. If he'd had more time, he would have asked Max to make him a mixtape of a list of songs he’d gotten from Steve, but that would be for another occasion.

Maybe it’d be his special treat after Billy tore through his pretty little asshole, which was planned for the night of the day of his last check up in the infirmary. From what he could tell – and he had gotten Eddie to look for him, which had involved him threatening to knock all of Eds’ teeth out if he even thought of ever teasing him about it – the stitches were healing perfectly, which was a miracle in itself from the amount of moving he was doing.

The ‘party’ they were planning was scheduled for Steve’s actual birthday day, a Tuesday, as soon as the work shift was over. Since Billy was off the entire week, he was able to ‘wrap’ the presents in colorful paper stolen from the art room and get the cake situated on top of the closed toilet seat. It didn’t look amazing given it was all makeshift, but he even drew and cut out some paper balloons like he had for Eddie’s first birthday inside to stick onto the walls.

He hadn’t gotten to celebrate his birthday for years. From the day his Mom left to the day he’d met Chrissy, he’d pretended he just didn’t have one to try to make the fact that he wasn’t allowed to celebrate easier to deal with. Chrissy had turned a painful day around for him, had showed up outside of his camaro holding a cupcake with a candle in it and a little gift for him, and since then he loved birthdays, always wanted to try to make them as special as he could for the people he cared about.

“Well, well, 62097. Who are we celebrating?”

Billy froze up when he heard the too familiar voice from behind him. He’d gotten three full days of freedom without Creel creeping up behind him, but now it was over. After a second of internally panicking, he put on a smirk and turned around.

It almost dropped when he looked Creel in the eye, but he managed to keep it up.

“Doesn’t matter because you’re not invited. Sorry.”

Creel laughed softly, a sound that could be mistaken for human if someone didn’t know how demonic he could be. His posture was painfully straight, hands clasped in front of him. “Well, that’s not very nice. Why wouldn’t I want to come to my pet’s party?”

Every muscle in Billy’s body stiffened. “What do you want?”

“I’m here to collect you for an appointment ,” Creel drawled, and Billy nearly dropped to his knees, ready to burst into tears and beg to just be left alone. Every word he spoke felt like a taunt because Creel was the one with the power and they both knew it. “Relax, 62097. Not with me, I’ve got to wait for you to heal a little bit first. Someone is here to evaluate your mental state. Make sure you’re okay to stay here and not be transferred to a hospital.”

It was an empty threat, Billy knew that. There was no way in hell Creel would let him go somewhere where he wouldn’t have access to him anymore.

“Come now. She’s waiting for you in the infirmary.”

Creel’s hand pressed to the small of Billy’s back as he slid past him in the doorway, and it felt like he’d been prodded with a hot iron. He flinched away so hard that he nearly fell over, and Henry laughed at his suffering, rolling his eyes at his dramatics.

No one was in the hallway, all the other inmates on their work duties, and Billy could have kissed Nurse Betty’s feet when he saw she was waiting in the infirmary doorway for him. It meant he wasn’t alone, that he wasn’t going to be trapped in a room with Creel again. Someone would be there to hear him if he screamed.

“Just this way, Mr. Hargrove,” She gave Billy a polite smile and brought him into one of the private rooms.

A woman stood inside, hair as dark as Argyle’s but up in a bun so tight that Billy didn’t understand how it could have been even slightly comfortable. She held a clipboard in her hands, red nails tapping against it, impatiently waiting for the inmate to be presented to her.

Betty gestured to the bed and Billy eased up to sit on it, having to shift his weight carefully to avoid any pain. By the time he was comfortable, the nurse was long gone and he was trapped in a tiny room with Creel and the woman he was now realizing was the Flayer . The psych doctor from Chrissy’s letters, the one that was just as fucked up as Creel, if not worse in her own way.

Bodies could withstand a lot of physical pain by disconnecting from it; it was the mental torture that broke humans down.

They stood between him and the door. Even if he was in tip-top shape without a bruise on his body, he would have no way of escaping to the door. The panic that crept up his spine made it feel like the walls were closing in, forcing him closer and closer to the blonde guard and the dark haired doctor.

He hadn’t eaten a girl out in a long, long time. Years. He wondered if they were going to tag team him, if Creel would laugh while he struggled his way around a pussy.

“So this is 62097.”

The woman’s voice was sweet but not soft. It didn’t sound genuine; it was like she was putting on an act of complete bullshit to try to come across as sweeter than sugar. Her eyes didn’t have much light in them and they were the same colour as Creel’s, Billy realized.

“It’s Billy. And who are you?” Billy asked.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of them, looking between the two of them standing side by side like he was trying to find more similarities. Their jaws looked a little similar, both sharp, and they were both thin with the same painfully straight posture. The woman was shorter than Creel, though, maybe by a foot or so.

“I’m Mrs. Rogers, the psychiatrist assigned to your case. I’m going to be asking you some questions today, 62097. Is that alright with you?”

Billy then realized that every question was going to be a test, a trick. There was a right and wrong answer to whatever she was going to throw at him, and he had to learn the correct ones if he wanted to keep from going on antipsychotics or whatever else it was that could be prescribed to turn him into a mindless zombie.

“Yeah,” Billy answered, casually, eyes flicking back to Creel. “He gotta be here?”

“Of course. For my protection,” The woman raised her eyebrows a little. “You’re a convicted criminal with a history of violence and untreated mental illness. Unless you would rather we use a pro-straint chair?”

Creel’s eyes darkened at the mention of the chair, the all too familiar glint of insanity flickering through them as too many ideas filled him.

“No thank you,” Billy spoke as politely as he could, even though his throat suddenly felt trapped in a vice grip. He knew the look in Creel’s eyes, it was the same look that always came before one of his especially fucked up ideas.

“Let’s get started, then, shall we?”

******

It was past dinner time by the time they’d finally released him back to his cell. He found it empty, figuring the boys were in the cafeteria, and he sat on Steve’s bunk with his head in his hands for a while.

His mind went to Chrissy and her girls, the ones that had to deal with the Flayer like he had to deal with Creel. It was fucked up. Part of him wanted the woman to stay here so he knew Chrissy was safe, but then Eddie and Steve would both be targeted. He thought it was a complete miracle that they were still unscathed by Creel.

There was a gentle knock and Billy stood up, about ready to throw his fists up, but it was only Eddie. He poked his head into the cell door. “There you are. You weren’t here when we got off, I didn’t want you to miss the surprise. We went over to Argyle’s instead.”

“Good boy. Well done,” Billy gave him a smile, but it didn’t reach his ears. He hoped his eyes conveyed that he didn’t want to talk about it, not while it was Steve’s birthday and the focus was on him. It wasn’t exactly a light conversation to have during a party. “The birthday boy there?”

“Yeah, hang on.” The cell door shut again, and when it was shoved open again, Eddie was behind Steve with his large hands covering Steve’s eyes. “Relax, baby. This is what you do for surprises. You don’t get to look until we say,” He cooed into his ear, and Billy had to try not to laugh. It was obvious their baby was incredibly nervous, but he really had no reason to be. It was a good surprise; a great one, even. “Three, two…”

“One,” Billy finished, and Eddie uncovered his hands. Steve blinked for a few moments until he registered what he was looking at.

Billy, the almighty Hargrove, had spent the day cutting out pretend balloons and wrapping presents, even if it was the worst wrapping Steve had ever seen in his life, and he didn’t know why.

He didn’t know why he deserved it.

His lip quivered the tiniest bit, and Billy reached out to pull him into his arms. Steve’s arms wrapped around his waist, holding him tight, and Billy bent down to murmur into his ear. “Happy birthday, sweetheart. You’ve been such a good boy, and good boys get treated real good, don’t they? Bad boys are punished, and good boys get rewards. Especially on their birthday.” His hand went to Steve’s hair, very gently tugging at it to turn his head from his neck to look at the presents. It wasn’t enough to hurt him at all, he just wanted him to see them. “All for you, princess. Wrapped ‘em myself.”

“I’m impressed, Bills’. They’re way better than your wrapping at Christmas. Did you practice?” Eddie asked, deadly serious as he looked them over. They were a complete mess, Steve couldn’t even start to wonder how bad they’d looked at christmas time if these were considered amazing, but he loved them all the same. The fact that he’d even tried to wrap them meant the world to him.

“Argyle gave me some tips, actually. They’ll be here for cake before lights out. Wanted to do presents just between us,” Billy leaned over and kissed Eddie’s head, too. It was impossible not to feel better when he was with the two of them; after a rough afternoon with Creel and Alice, he needed them, needed the distraction of seeing Steve so happy.

“These can’t all be for me,” Steve said then, eyes still looking over the gifts. Billy had wrapped everything up individually so he’d have more to open – each cassette was in its own little package instead of putting them all together.

“It’s not either of our birthdays, is it?” Billy raised his eyebrows at him. “They’re all yours. Sit down, baby. Papa’ll hand them to you.”

Papa was the name Eddie had settled on. It was that, or Mommy, which he didn’t feel connected to. It was too feminine. Steve was the only one that could have gotten off on being called something like that. Billy had suggested Master, since he was so into D&D, but Eddie didn’t think that felt right, either. It sounded too harsh when he was even softer towards Steve than Billy was.

Steve sat down on the bottom bunk, and Billy sat beside him, leaning back on one of his hands as Eddie plucked the first gift up to give to him.

It was the book, which Steve had never heard of, but was incredibly grateful for all the same. Eddie immediately launched into an explanation on it and after a few minutes, Billy had to cut him off and tell him to put it on hold until later so Steve could actually get the rest of his presents open before Eddie had to go back to his cell.

The cassettes and player were a hit, too. It was going to be monitored, of course; if Steve wanted to use them, he had to ask for Billy’s permission. Eddie may have been above him, may have been in charge of him, but Daddy was the one that had the final say. Both boys had to ask him for permission.

When it came to the makeup, the eyeshadow was opened first. Steve was confused by it at first, but once he opened the lipstick, the realization dawned on him a little and he looked to Billy with eyes bigger than saucers.

“Didn’t I say I wanted to dress you up all pretty?” Billy smirked at him, at the big bambi eyes and almost frightened expression. “Gonna get Argyle to throw together some dresses for you too, princess. Think you’ll look real good as our little doll.”

When his smirk turned a little more predatory, Eddie was shoving the last present into Steve’s hands. Billy rolled his eyes to look at him, giving him a little dramatic pout for ruining his fun, and Eddie shrugged a little bit to try to play innocent.

It made no difference. Once Billy was in good enough shape to fuck again, he would be smearing the lipstick on his lips to watch it rub off first onto his cock, and then onto the sheets when Billy fucked him open from behind. He wanted to watch the eyeshadow and mascara run and make a mess on his cheeks while he cried and begged for more, more, more.

The thoughts went straight to his cock, and for a moment he thought he was going to have to redirect the princess onto his knees right then, but Steve’s tiny little gasp pulled him out of it.

“Already named him for you. Figured if I took this one, Papa could name the other one,” Billy murmured to him, watching his eyes look over the patchwork bear. It wasn’t new like the one Eddie had gifted him – it was worn out, old and raggedy, some of the blue fabric barely even blue anymore. “It’s ‘Mar,’ the Spanish word for ‘Sea’. Because he’s blue, just like the ocean. Get it?”

The name had been originally given to the bear by his Mother and it felt bizarre to say it outside of his head. She’d handcrafted the bear, sewed every piece of fabric together and made sure it was perfect before gifting it to him when he was too little to remember.

For many of his teenage years, he couldn’t look at the bear. It was the only thing of hers he had left, and it always stayed tucked away in his closet, far away from his father’s leering eyes. It used to be stored with a little picture of him and his Mom, the only one he kept, but Neil had caught Billy showing Max it when she was little and wouldn’t stop asking about her. He’d just wanted to shut her up, maybe bond with her a little, because he knew what it was like to be eight years old and ripped away from your preferred parent.

The picture had wound up torn into a million pieces across his bedroom floor.

Max had tried to collect them, did her best with her little eight year old fingers to try to put them back together like a puzzle, while Billy stuffed Mar underneath boxes of junk and old clothes that were too small for him. They’d tried to put it back together for awhile, but when they got halfway through it and Billy realized how horrible the tiny pieces looked, he dubbed it pointless and flushed the paper bits down the toilet.

“Hargrove?”

“Hm?” Billy snapped back to the present, yanked out of the memory with his eyes still on the dumb blue bear. It had gotten him through a lot, and now it would get Steve through a lot, too. Except the lot Steve would be going through would be because of Billy, not a nightmarish father.

The realization made Billy’s gut twist up.

“I just said thank you. I love it, all of it.” Steve slipped his arms around Billy’s torso, a little hesitantly, and hugged him tight before standing up and going to throw his arms around Eddie’s neck in an even tighter hug.

“Everyone needs presents to open on their birthday,” Billy smiled at the two of them, watching Steve pull back from the hug to press a kiss to Eddie’s lips. “Don’t I get a kiss, too, Stevie?”

“Do you remember what we talked about?” Eddie murmured, nodding his head towards Billy to encourage Steve to go to him. It wasn’t Stevie’s fault that he was nervous around Billy, that he was afraid of him, but Eddie wanted to get them closer. He’d told him what to do, how to sit on his lap and bat his eyelashes and sink into him to soften Billy up. Steve just had to put the plan into action.

With a nod, Steve let him go to tiptoe back over to Billy, who raised an eyebrow. He wanted to see what he was going to do, what Eddie had taught him to do, and he was pleasantly surprised when Steve sat himself down on his lap. He was careful, obviously trying not to put his entire weight down onto Billy’s lap, but that ended quickly with Billy’s arms wrapping around his waist to force him to sit down properly.

Steve gave another glance back at Eddie, who nodded to silently encourage him, and then proceeded to press his lips to Billy. At first, Hargrove was fairly still, letting Steve’s hesitant mouth get used to him a bit more before his hand grabbed his chin and he got a little rougher with him.

“Open,” Billy’s words were a hushed murmur against Steve’s mouth when his lips didn’t automatically open to give him access, but he didn’t have to be told twice, at least. The tongue in his mouth made him want to shy away, but the big hand holding his face a little too tight kept him still, made him obey.

When he was released, Steve shifted downwards to rest against Billy’s chest, instead. Eddie was looking at them, watching them both closely, and he was smug for all of two seconds before he met his Daddy’s eyes and the smirk shifted into a smile, instead. He didn’t want to ruin the party by having Hargrove smack the smug look away.

“Good boy,” Billy murmured to Steve, eyes still on Eddie. “What else has your Papa said to you while I’ve been away? I’ve heard you’ve been very good. Earning lots of sweets.”

“That I have to listen to you,” Steve’s voice was soft. “And I can ask you questions because you have a lot of answers and know the rules.”

“Both of those are correct. You listen to what I say,” Billy tipped Steve’s head up to meet his eyes. “Even if Papa says yes to something, you check with me, as well – unless I’m not around. I hope I won’t have to go back to the infirmary for a long time. But your Papa will remind you of that, anyway, won’t you?”

“Of course,” Eddie nodded.

Steve’s arms curled around his new comfort item as he looked over Billy’s face. There was so much he wanted to ask, yet his mind felt blank. All he could think about were his presents and how good both the men were at kissing. And the cake, composed of twinkies, poptarts, ding dongs, zebra cakes and swiss rolls.

“What’s on your mind?” Billy prodded, reaching to brush Steve’s hair out of his face. “Hm?”

“Cake.”

“Cake?” Both Eddie and Billy repeated it, trying not to burst into laughter. They would have thought he would have said the kiss, or Billy’s rules, or even maybe Mar, but the answer was surprising. Steve nodded his head, innocent as ever.

“We have to wait for Argyle and Jonathan to cut it. They were the ones that made it,” Billy told him, looking over at where it was propped up. “How about a sweet for now? For being a good boy.” He nodded at Eddie, a silent signal for him to get one out.

The sweet Eddie got out was a lollipop, and Steve blushed when it was handed over. He remembered how he was told he was supposed to suck on lollipops and everything similar, with big eyes and hollowed out cheeks, and he still didn’t know why. Eddie had just said it was the rules, that it would make Daddy so happy and get him on his good side, so of course he would obey.

It was worth it, though. He craved the sugar and high that came with it now that it was associated with doing a good job and being a good boy.

“Thank you,” He chirped, repositioning himself so he was facing Billy in his lap with both legs wrapped around his waist before peeling off the wrapper and putting it into his mouth. Eddie gave him a minute, a silent test to see if he’d remember what he’d been instructed to do with them in Daddy’s presence – which he did.

When he was sure Billy was watching his mouth, he pulled it out enough to suckle on it, keeping eye contact even though it was difficult; his cheeks were red, he wanted to look away, but Eddie’s voice in his head was urging him on and he kept it up. After a second he sucked hard, enough that his cheeks hollowed in, too, and Billy nearly hissed.

“ Jesus, you are a good boy, aren’t you?” Billy murmured, hands sliding to grip onto Steve’s hips. He shifted him, ground him on his lap the tiniest bit, and Steve pulled the lollipop out to look down at Billy’s lap. He could feel it, the bulge in Hargrove’s sweats, and for a second he panicked. He wanted to get up and off, go to Eddie for safety, but Billy held his hips down a little harder. “Just relax, sweetheart. Suck on your lolly, don’t focus on anything else. ‘Atta boy.”

“He looks really good with something in his mouth, doesn’t he?” Eddie came up behind Steve, rubbing his hands down Steve’s shoulders and down onto his chest. He crouched so his chin was resting on Steve’s shoulder and he was able to see Billy’s face close up, letting his smirk come back just the tiniest bit.

After a second, his hands slid down further, gently moving Hargrove’s hands away so he could replace them on Steve’s hips, instead. “Daddy’s had a hard week,” He murmured into Steve’s ear, eyes still plastered on Billy’s. “Move just like this while you have your lollipop. It’ll make him feel real good. Like a massage, almost, baby, that’s all.” He guided him along, grinding him down and against Bills’ lap until the man let out a groan and rested back on his hands. “Now your turn. You can do it, just roll your hips.” He kept his hands in their places, but he didn’t move him anymore, instead letting Steve jut his hips and grind himself while he suckled. The hand that wasn’t holding the lollipop held his new bear tight to his chest. “Good boy. Such a good boy for Daddy and Papa. Look how happy Daddy looks, yeah? Feels so nice.”

There was a slight knock on the cell door, and Eddie’s hands tightened on Steve’s hips. All three of them knew it would be his reflex to stop at the intrusion, but it was only Argyle and Jonathan and he didn’t have to. Steve twisted his head around to look at them, but Billy reached out to snap it back, not wanting to lose a second of him working the lollipop.

“Thought we were having a party?” Argyle joked, and Billy smirked lazily at him.

“We are, amigo. This is just the entertainment. C’mere,” He nodded to the space on the bed beside him, and Argyle plopped himself down to have a look. Steve’s eyes were wide, cheeks redder than ever, but he knew better than to stop. “Pretty, right?”

“Hell yeah, dude,” Argyle reached over to clasp his hand in Billy’s before looking properly at Steve. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes with the teddy in his arms, too. “Happy birthday, Stevie. Like your presents?”

Steve nodded, about to pull the lollipop out to speak before Billy grabbed his wrist, forcing him to keep it between his lips. “You can talk when it’s gone. There’s not much left now,” Billy instructed. “Can you be a good boy and sing for us? Let Argyle hear how sweet you sound.”

There was hesitance, he didn’t immediately start to moan, not until Eddie’s hands gave a warning squeeze.

Billy nearly groaned himself at the little sound Steve gave. It was a little longer than a whimper, not quite a moan, but just so sweet.

“That’s it. Louder, sweetheart. One more, a good one, and then you can have your cake,” Billy’s coaxed. The second one was a bigger moan, louder, pulled out from the depths of his chest, and Billy let him come to a slow stop after it rang through the air. “There you go. Think we’ll have to try that during cards on Friday. See what the other men think. Have to get you to practice those sounds a bit more, Stevie, but you’re good. You’re a good boy.” Before lifting him off, Billy pulled him in for another kiss, one that was surprisingly gentle. Billy could taste the strawberry sugar flavor on his lips.

Jonathan was just as red cheeked as Steve, eyes trained on the floor until his friend was off Hargrove’s lap and able to turn to look at him. “Hey,” Steve mumbled, the tiny last bit of the lollipop clinking against his teeth before he bit it off. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course,” Jon looked up and gave him a tiny smile. “Happy birthday. Made you this.”

He handed over a card, one made and doodled on the previous night in his art therapy. Some men had anger management to go to in the evenings, others addictions counseling, but he had art therapy. He had snapped, aftercall, had been nearly declared insane for the acts supposedly committed against his brother by the courts. The therapy was supposed to be extra punishment, but it was actually something Jonathan enjoyed a fair bit. Argyle had signed up to go, too, even though he wasn’t forced like Jon, and they got to spend a few evenings a week painting and drawing – Argyle usually spent his time trying to sketch out different things he could have potentially made out of old sheets, like dresses and skirts.

They were a hot commodity amongst the men that were into feminizing their cellies.

The card was pretty simple, covered in birthday related doodles – a birthday cake, candles, presents, balloons, whatever he could come up with. He didn’t consider himself to be a great artist – his brother had gotten the drawing talent – but the card was cute and colourful.

“Oh, Jon. Thank you,” Steve murmured, admiring the front before opening it to read the message inside. It was sweet, a few words about how they’d celebrate properly one day on the outside with pizza and soda and real presents, and signed off with both their names. Once he’d read it, taken everything in, he pulled Jonathan in for a hug, Mar squished between them.

He got along really well with Jonathan. The boy was probably the only one in the entire prison that was innocent and incapable of hurting anyone.

“I love it. Thank you,” He repeated as he pulled back, and he kissed Jonathan’s cheek before turning around to give Argyle a hug, as well. Argyle wasn’t rough like Billy, and he wasn’t overtly sexual. He went along with Billy’s antics a lot of the time, but he would never push Steve to do anything he didn’t want to do. Steve felt safe with him, liked spending time hanging out with Jon in their cell. Argyle could also make him giggle, even in the moments he felt full of despair. “And thank you, too.”

“You’re very welcome, little buddy,” Argyle patted his back. “Jonny worked real hard on that. I wanted to opt for stickers, but nah. He’s the real deal, full of talent.”

“Is he ever. I can barely draw a stickman,” Steve grinned as he pulled back, giving Jon a thumbs up. “I’ve been so spoiled. I don’t deserve it.”

“You do deserve it, baby,” Eddie said, scrounging around for Billy’s lighter. “We couldn’t get an actual candle, and there’s no way Billy would have let us waste nineteen cigarettes, so we did the best we could.”

“I love it,” Steve chuckled when he turned around to look at the cake. “Seriously. I love it. This is the best cake I’ve ever seen.”

Once the cigarette was lit – not that Steve would actually be able to blow it out – Argyle started them off with a rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ sung so dramatically bad that Steve was almost out of breath from laughing so hard by the time they finished.

He realized, after he ‘blew out’ his candle, that both Eddie and Jonathan were right when they had told him when he’d first arrived that there weren’t all bad moments. Prison held a lot of good ones, too, and he was in one. It made him weirdly emotional – made him feel more at home than he had in a long, long time, all while being in a tiny cell with four other convicted criminals. Eddie handed him over a ‘slice’ of cake, which was just one of the many snacks stacked together, before giving everyone else a piece, too. Billy was the only one that didn’t accept any, instead opting to smoke the cigarette ‘candle’ as his dessert.

Steve didn’t ask about it, as much as he wanted to. He wanted to ask why Billy always took the protein from his trays at every meal, why he never ate breakfast and why he always removed the bread of his sandwich during lunch – but he didn’t. Instead, he sat on Eddie’s lap to eat his birthday cake and spend time with the few people that wanted to spend time with him in return.

#harringroveson #harringroveson au #harringroveson fic #harringrove #steddie #mungrove #stedilly #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #cat and mouse

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kazhan-draws · 1 year

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Say hi to cattle thief Eddie "The Devil" Munson, farrier Steve Harrington, and (horse girl) bounty hunter Billy Hargrove.

#harringroveson #steddilly #metalsandwich #eddie munson #steve harrington #billy hargrove #far west AU #cowboys AU #the brainrot is strong #i doodle

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friendoftheknife · 1 year

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yea i got into this punk au too or maybe it's something close to lostboys who knowsss (urge to see our babies like vampire family or smth) watch out billy enters his killer protective mod he is the youngest

#punk!steve #punk!eddie #punk!billy #stranger things #stranger things art #eddie munson #steve harrington #billy hargrove #metalsandwich #punk au #steddie #harringrove #mungrove #probably vampires huehue #maybe i will sketch more #who knows #bad at details ughhh #harringroveson

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thistlefaethfort · 2 months

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more tweets to apologise to my fellow billy hargrove enjoyers for disappearing ♡

#sharkie tweets #stranger things #billy hargrove #harringrove #mungrove #harringroveson #twitter au

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ellewritesandrants · 1 year

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I don’t know why but the idea of a soulmate AU between Billy, Steve and Eddie captivates me, especially with the idea that Billy unknowingly gets Steve and Eddie to find out that they’re soulmates. Either in a modern AU where Billy’s a big fan of Corroded Coffin and Steve just managed to get a free ticket or something or in a canon AU where Billy and Steve are friends who want to smoke a little something so they buy from Eddie or Steve picks up the kids from Hellfire and one of them notices the marks match, I don’t really care how but I just want to explore the hurt and comfort of that.

Can you imagine Billy pining away, forever in love with the idea of his soulmate being the one who’ll save him from his situation given that’s what happened to his mom and he finds out that his crush is his soulmate but doesn’t want to tell him yet until he’s made something out of himself, until he’s deserving of love and all of a sudden, he finds out that his soulmate found his soulmate and it wasn’t Billy?

Imagine Steve happily dragging Eddie with him who already looks besotted with Steve and they show Billy the mark that he’s memorized from seeing it in the mirror thousands of times and as soon as he sees the smiles on their faces and the look of wonder in their eyes, he knows for a fact he can’t ruin their happiness. He isn’t selfish enough to do it even others would say he was and all he could do was pretend to be happy and smile at the happy couple.

Imagine Billy pulling away, either out of fear he’d inadvertently ruin their relationship or because he couldn’t stand being surrounded by what he couldn’t have and the kids weirdly enough noticing and trying to figure out what’s wrong. It doesn’t help that Neil’s always been bitter about soulmates and he loved rubbing it in Billy’s face how worthless everything regarding soulmates and soulmarks was. Billy used to be able to ignore it in the hopes of finding his soulmate but now, he knew the truth.

The kids come to a different conclusion, not realizing it was something regarding soulmates but instead, about Neil’s treatment of Billy. If canon, it would be El spying on Billy and seeing him being beaten into a pulp by his dad but in a modern AU, it would the aftermath wherein Max would ask Steve to come visit Billy and he drags Eddie along with him.

Either way, Steve and Eddie find out about the abuse that Billy’s been suffering through and the guilt that Steve felt was immeasurable for not seeing what his best friend was going through, too busy with being in love with his soulmate. With Hopper’s help, they get Neil behind bars but Billy’s a wreck and he needs people to take care of him.

Steve refused to leave Billy alone in the trailer while Max went to school and Susan went to work so he offered to have Billy move in with him and Eddie so they could take care of him. Since Steve only worked part-time and Eddie was in the same year as Billy and could drive them to and from school, it made a lot more sense than leaving him to his own devices.

Billy thinks he’s in a new level of hell as time goes by because getting to know Eddie and seeing everything he can’t have was absolutely painful and heartbreaking on another level. Being surrounded by their care and affection when he’s barely known it his entire life hurts on another level he can’t exactly describe but it’s a pain that hurts so good that he can’t exactly say no to it. His only saving grace is that his mark was casted over due to Neil’s last temper tantrum and there was no way that the boys would get to see it.

Months pass of Billy falling more and more in love with his soulmates who are already in love with each other and it hurts so good. Steve and Eddie never make him feel like an outsider the entire time he’s there but sometimes, his touch starvation reminds him of just how much he’d love to be squeezed in between them in any way possible.

Graduation comes and goes and Billy refused to let his father take his achievements away so he graduated valedictorian, dragging Eddie kicking and screaming past the finish line to graduate. Billy gets to make his speech, loudly supported by everyone and he makes sure to thank his newfound family for all of the support they’ve given him.

Of course, graduation wouldn’t be complete without a graduation party so they all get drunk and party in Steve’s house to celebrate six graduations especially Billy and Nancy who graduated valedictorian and salutatorian respectively. Both Jonathan and Nancy planned to go to the same college in Chicago while Robin and her girlfriend, Heather were heading to California soon. Billy had also gotten into the same college but he wasn’t sure about going because he’d be leaving so much behind, including his soulmates.

By now, Billy was in love with both of his soulmates and unbeknownst to him, they were both plently enamored with him and they’d been trying to build up the courage to ask him out. The party had been slightly delayed because Billy was getting his casts off about a week after graduation and they wanted to do shots, something that really wasn’t advisable with a cast.

Billy had planned to initially conceal his mark using makeup but a large part of him knew that it didn’t matter since Steve and Eddie were happy anyway so he didn’t bother. After all, both Steve and Eddie loved to show off their marks at every opportunity and no one gave a shit about Billy. Somehow, Billy had managed to keep his mark a secret from everyone but he knew Heather had some suspicions.

After some time, the drinking games start and somehow, Billy’s mark is revealed either in a dared striptease or by accident during a dare and it quickly sobers him up. He doesn’t notice at first but then Robin drunkenly pointed out that they had matching marks and the sober gaze of Eddie was too sharp for Billy to meet, instead choosing to run away, stumble to his car and hit the gas to the quarry.

It’s only there that he allows himself to breakdown and to mourn the end of what was a good friendship he had going on with his soulmates because he was sure they would want nothing to do with him now. He’s only just begun to run out of tears when he hears the telltale sound of Eddie’s van, meant to drive Nancy, Jonathan, Heather and Robin home later but was most likely currenly holding the last people Billy wanted to see.

For a moment, he considers running again but his Mama didn’t raise no coward, so he wipes his tears and stands his ground. Steve was a lot drunker than Billy was when Billy had left but it seemed he’d sobered up during the ride because he was clear-eyed when he was grabbing Billy and making sure that the blond wouldn’t run away.

Steve and Eddie trapped Billy in between them, in what seemed like a mockery of his fantasies only to have them play out right in front of him. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that his soulmates would tell him that they wanted him, that they loved him and wanted to take care of him and love him. Sure, it was after an argument about why Billy felt the need to hide but he had expected rejection or at the very least a mutual ignorance of his mark. He’d never considered it a possibility but the two were convinced to try and convince him to give them a chance.

After more than a few tears and attempts to get them to realize they were better off without Billy and his baggage, Steve and Eddie stubbornly managed to convince Billy to try with them. A few kisses convinced Billy to leave his car behind so that they could get it in the morning but for now, Steve and Eddie wanted him in Eddie’s van so they were sure he wouldn’t run.

The entire ride, Billy’s mind was trying to convince him that Steve and Eddie were better off without him, that he didn’t deserve this and that he was a fraud ruining a perfectly happy couple but Steve instinctively knew something was up and he’d had Billy laid across his lap with his hair being stroked to keep the bad thoughts away while Steve affirmed Billy of all of their feelings towards him.

Halfway through the ride home, Billy was asleep and Steve had no problem carrying the younger boy into their bed so that they could finally hold him the way they wanted to. Billy had long since told them of how lonely he felt in his room but as much as they had wanted to invite Billy to literally sleep with them, they hadn’t wanted to cross any boundaries.

Tonight though, all Steve and Eddie wanted to do was to fall asleep holding their newly found soulmate. Billy awoke to Steve’s warmth cocooning him and Eddie coming in to wake him with breakfast in bed. After a hearty meal, Steve and Eddie asked if they could court Billy to show him how serious they were about their feelings for him and Billy found that much like before, he couldn’t say no to his soulmates.

Months passed with Steve and Eddie constantly trying to prove their love of Billy who eventually concedes and moves in with them in the master bedroom. It isn’t long until having Billy in between Steve and Eddie is a norm and no longer a fantasy for Billy and he realizes just how much he didn’t let himself have when he hated himself. With Steve and Eddie’s love, they helped Billy realize he was always worthy of love, care and devotion and that they were ready to spend the rest of their lives together reminding him of that fact.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove au #billy deserved better #billy hargrove deserved better #ellewritesandrants #billy hargrove angst #metalsandwich #metal sandwich #harringroveson #steddilly #stilldie #harringrove #mungrove #some steddie but endgame is harringroveson #billy x eddie #billy x steve #steve harrington #eddie munson

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gregre369 · 9 months

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My main issue with omega verses is the description of their dicks. Omegas in particular, like it’s infantilizing to me, idk. And the words used to describe them just throws me all the way out of the story.

I do read them though because the premise does not bother me. But the bodily description does.

#omegaverse #the witcher #stranger things #bbc merlin #teen wolf #geraskier #steddie #merthur #sterek #harringroveson #harrry potter #drarry #a/b/o #a/b/o au #ronance #lydia martin #gwen merlin

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rindecisions · 1 month

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Come and Get Me by @rindecisions

Words: 28,218

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Violence

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Tommy Hagan, Calvin Powell, Phil Callahan, Robin Buckley

Tags: Sports AU, Boxing, Kickboxing, Threesome, Smut, Fisting, Comedy, Slight Crack, Light-Hearted, Sexual Tension, Homoerotic Sparring

Summary:

A pulp fiction style sports AU full of sexual tension, underground bouts, and one-night stands that put Steve, Billy, and Eddie in borderline crack-like situations.

Beta: Anonymous

Cheerleader: @sunflowerharrington

Art by @waldos-art

Fic Link

Created for @strangerthingsreversebigbang

#Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang #strbb #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #billy hargrove #fanfic #fanfiction #metal sandwich #steddie #mungrove #harringrove #harringroveson #Sports AU #Boxing #Kickboxing

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symbioticsimplicity · 1 year

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I'm going to combine all of my favorite thoughts together and no one can stop me

Billy doesn't die at the end of S3, and Eddie doesn't die either. Steve grows into a pretty little punk and the three of them have the most confusing dynamic in the entire group. The kids mostly find it entertaining, but Nancy and Robin are slightly worried.

Billy has gotten better, he really has. With him having been dragged into the kid's lives more, he caught Hop's attention more and the man had immediately realized what was actually going on in the Hargrove household. Hop won't suffer an abuser, especially one server enough to producer Billy and has his father arrested shortly before the start of season 3. Billy is still a bit of a dick, but there isn't nearly as much bite behind his bark.

Billy and Steve have an antagonistic relationship that keeps both of them on their toes. Its not exactly playful, they've got too much baggage for that, but they're not really enemies either?

Steve and Eddie get along like long lost soulmates. There's no real reason that they should, bur they see each other in a way no one else really sees them.

Billy and Eddie cannot and should not be left alone together under any circumstances. Too much chaos and not enough braincells. They're smoking buddies, they've got similar taste in music and Eddie intimately understands the rage that lives in Billy, knows he probably would have been just like him if not for Wayne.

When the three of them are all together, its madness. Billy and Eddie act mostly on impulse with Steve being the only thing keeping them from killing themselves on a dare from one another. If Billy gets too hyphy, Eddie can and will tackle and wrestle the violence out of him. Eddie loves listening to Steve and Billy banter back and forth, its one of the few times he just listens rather than rambling on himself. Steve appreciates not being the only person in the group who didn't spend their high-school years being a goddamn nerd even if Eddie looks crestfallen when he and Billy give him twin blank stares when he launches into a DND rant.

The others are happy these three don't seem so isolated and miserable anymore, which is the only reason they're willing to put up with The Tension. They all capitalize it in their heads because its That Bad.

Billy is an incredibly pretty man, everyone knows that. Steve Harrington is also incredibly pretty (more so when he grows into himself) which everyone knows. Eddie Munson is incredibly gay, although not everyone knows that.

Eddie gets distracted by Billy all the time. His eyes are gorgeous and his lips are hypnotizing and hes never wearing enough clothes. Hes also got this fucking thing he does with his tongue when hes ready to fight that Steve is sure has nearly gotten him killed because he was staring at it. Then there's the way Eddie looks when he's shredding on his guitar that makes Billy feel some kind of way he tries real goddamn hard to ignore. Or fuck forbid Steve is wet for any reason.

They're all a mess, and they're all clueless that the others feel the same and it really is painful to watch.

It boils over though when Steve goes punk. Thats the last fucking straw for Billy, who has the impulse control of a newborn. He takes one look at this man in his revamped letterman and his torn jeans, lips glossed and hair artfully tussled, and just loses it. He pins him to the wall of Eddie's trailer and kisses him half stupid.

Eddie stands there awkwardly, feeling a little lie he's dying inside, unable to decide who hes more jealous of and about to to go to the woods for somewhere private to have a smoke and a cry, when Billy pulls off Steve and turns right around to haul Eddie in next. Both Eddie and Steve are baffled, pinned to the wall between Billy's arms.

When he finishes with Eddie, he glances between the two of them with a "Go on, we all know you want to" and waits patiently as they have a silent conversation before falling into each other.

Its odd, definitely, and it takes a lot of talking about (and maybe a bitching match that turns into a kissing match) but they find a way forward, the three of them, thanking God for Billy's shit impulse control every step of the way.

#stranger things au #stranger things #steve harington #eddie munson #billy hargrove #harringroveson #harringrove #steddie #mungrove #LISTEN I JUST THINK THEY ALL DESERVE LOVE #GAY LOVE WITH BOYS JUST AS PRETTY AS THEY ARE

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harringroveera · 1 year

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The holy trinity of horny and weird

#i should have added jonathan and argyle too #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #harringroveson #metalsandwich #stilldie #steddily #mungrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove x steve harrington #incorrect billy hargrove quotes #harringrove meme #harringroveera #harringroveson headcanon #harringroveson meme #incorrect harringroveson quotes #harringroveson au

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stillbeatingheart · 6 months

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When Steve got behind the wheel of the BMW and noticed the writing on his windshield, he didn't question who did it. He already knew.

There was a new bruise on Billy's cheekbone yesterday. Eddie had said, "We gotta get the hell out of here before we all end up dead."

Billy had smirked, taken a toke and handed the roach over to Steve. Blowing smoke through barely parted lips and smearing the image of the pale November sky above them. He tipped his head back, chewed on his lip for a long moment and decided to admit, "I'm already packed. Just tell me where and when."

Now, Steve's pulling up to the trailer where Eddie is sitting on the steps. His guitar and his duffel bag at his feet. He grins when he sees Steve roll to a stop. He doesn't hesitate to pull the door open and slide into the backseat with his luggage, tapping his fingers on Steve's headrest and urging, "Hit it, baby."

Billy's waiting at the Leaving Hawkins sign. As promised. He's leaning against the door of the Camaro and smoking a cig like he's been there all morning.

"We doin' this or what?" Billy asks when Steve stops beside him and rolls the window down.

Steve looks over at Eddie, who is leaning into the space between the front seats. He takes a quick glance at Steve, making sure the answer is still yes by judging his expression. His smile is big, quick to spread when he says, "Let's run away together."

Billy snorts a laugh, flicks his cig butt and tugs the Camaro door open. He cranks the music, turns the engine and hits the pavement with squealing tires.

Eddie laughs behind Steve, his hand a warm weight on Steve's shoulder as he peels out behind Billy. Passing the sign he's driven by so many times with the intention of coming back. But not this time. This time leaving Hawkins is for good.

Also on Ao3

#harringroveson #mungrove #harringrove #steddie #ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy hargrove #road trip au #i don't know #apparently they steal a mid-90s jeep at some point if the pic is to be believed #maybe more?#clearly i'm killing it at doing some original work for nano

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eddiebillysteve · 2 years

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cat and mouse

(( harringroveson prison au )) chapter twelve | find the rest here

a/n | @leticheecopae has released the first chapter of her companion fic and you can find it HERE. In it, Nancy finds herself framed and tossed into prison after doing a little investigating into Steve's arrest. Her cellies are Chrissy (the top dog of their prison and Billy's best friend from the outside), Robin and Vicki. IT IS SO GOOD AND THERE'S GNA BE CROSS OVERS AND REFERENCES AND JUST. I KEEP REREADING IT OVER AND OVER DFNPSFN. Find this chapter of cat and mouse on ao3 here !!

warnings | daddy kink, mention of suicide/child murder, dom/sub themes, possessiveness, steve being a gay panicked confused mess (this is a permanent tag), general prison talk, stuff like that !!

tag list | @whoringrove @darkandstormyslash @devotionsofmaryoliver @nowhereinthedenn @cherixsays - let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future updates or removed from the list !!

moodboard by @a-redharlequin !!

“I’ve got something for you. A little surprise, just because you’ve been so good for me,” Eddie could barely contain his grin as he looked at Steve from the doorway. He had something held behind his back, hidden from Steve’s view, and maneuvered himself to be able to shut the cell door while still keeping it hidden.

“What?” Steve sat himself up. It had been nice having Billy gone - no one had hurt him, he didn’t live in fear, no one watched him go to the toilet. He’d gotten to know Eddie very well and had gotten to know Argyle decently well during work duty every day, too. The poor guy was a wreck without Jonathan around, so Steve liked distracting him by telling him about the most recent films and albums that had come out the last few years that he’d missed while being locked away.

Every time his eyes glanced towards Eddie, whether it was the laundry room, cafeteria, or during their outside time, he noticed he was always being watched. Not in an intimidating way, but more out of admiration. Eddie was smitten with him, much like he was smitten with Billy, but in a completely different dynamic. With Steve, he was the one in charge.

It made Steve feel really fucking good, too. He liked Eddie more and more as the days went on.

Sometimes it reminded him of the beginning days with Nancy, when they both couldn’t stop sneaking glances at one another across the classroom.

“You heard me. A present, just for you,” Eddie grinned so big. “Close your eyes.” Steve gave him a bit of a should I trust you? look, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not a bomb, baby. Relax. You’ll like it. Promise.”

Steve shut his eyes after another second of hesitation.

“Now, hold out your hands. But keep your eyes closed,” Eddie instructed as he crept forward. When Steve did as he was told, he counted down from three before putting the stuffed little thing into his palms.

Every now and then in the commissary, they received little stuffed bears that the inmates could buy. They were intended for the men to use as gifts for their children that visited, or for them to send out along with cards and drawings for special occasions on the outside, but there weren’t any rules against the men keeping them for themselves – or giving them to other inmates.

A stuffed animal was the last thing Steve was expecting to first feel and then see. It was a classic brown bear and he blinked slowly at it. He had absolutely no idea how Eddie had gotten his hands on a bear, but he definitely wasn’t complaining.

It got really lonely in the cell during the night with Billy gone and Eddie locked in his own.

“I… What?”

“Do you like it?” Eddie asked, clearly trying to contain his excitement and grin as Steve processed what it was he’d been given. “To keep you company when Billy and I aren’t around. He looks like he’d make a rather good snuggle buddy to me.”

“Yes– yes, of course I like it,” Steve finally said, touching his fingers over the bear . It was basic, no accessories or anything, but the little thing didn’t need it. The material was soft and gentle against his fingers, and it had an embroidered brown nose and two tiny black eyes. It was the type of toy he would have longed for as a child.

They were unsightly, his mother had said. Children’s toys strewn all over the place didn’t look good in their home when they often had their work friends coming in and out. The very select few he’d gotten from his grandparents were solely to be kept on a shelf in his closet when they weren’t in use – he treasured them, still had every single one tucked away for safekeeping.

His bedroom had been very dull and boring until he’d hit his teens and his parents had given it a makeover and covered the basic beige with plaid wallpaper. He’d never been allowed to have any sort of mess, not when his parents were home, at least. When he was older, allowed to stay home alone for weeks at a time, he’d gotten a little messier, a little clumsier, but he always made sure everything was perfection by the time they returned from Italy, or Paris, or London, or wherever it was they’d jetted off to for meetings and business affairs.

A lot of the time, for as long as he could remember, he wondered why they’d even had a child. As soon as he discovered what sex was, what condoms were, he’d come to the realization that their condom must have broken. He’d been a mistake, there wasn’t even a slight doubt in him about it.

“You didn’t get gifts a lot growing up, did you?” Eddie asked after a few moments of silence, tipping his head to the side. His big smile had faded into warm curiosity. “You don’t know how to process people giving you things just because.”

“I just don’t really understand, I guess,” He finally said. It should have been so easy for him to accept it with a thank you and give Eddie a hug, but his brain just… couldn’t. It didn’t work like that for him.

“There isn’t too much to understand, sweetheart,” Eddie moved forward, reaching out to grab his upper arms and rub them gently. “I saw it, it made me think of you, so I bought it. I don’t want you to be lonely. I used to have a stuffed animal when I was a kid, it went with me to all the foster homes and made me feel better. I just thought it might make you feel better, too. That’s all. Don’t overthink it. You don’t have to do anything for it, you don’t have to pay me back. It’s just a gift from me to you. Okay?” His hands trailed up, over his shoulders, up his neck, until he was firmly holding Steve’s face in his big palms. “Can I kiss you?”

He could feel Steve’s cheeks warm under his touch, but Steve stared at him with the biggest doe eyes he’d ever seen in his life.

“Steve?”

It took him a second to understand what he was being asked, and even though he could have, he didn’t feel like saying no. He wanted a gentle kiss, the kind of kiss he used to get from Nancy and all the other girls in high school. The kind of kiss that didn’t belong in prison.

And it was exactly what Eddie gave him.

The kiss wasn’t the same as the other ones where Eddie fought for control to prove he could be in charge, because he already knew he was. He had split ownership over Steve with Billy now, Billy just didn’t exactly know it yet.

Eddie had been avoiding thinking about it. He didn’t want Billy to lose his mind the second he got out and found Steve cowering under Munson for protection. He wanted to swing it in a way that Billy could feel like he was even more in control, not like he was losing it.

“Thank you,” Steve finally murmured when Eddie pulled away, looking at him through his lashes.

Eddie grinned, rubbing his thumbs over Steve’s cheeks, underneath his eyes. “Thank you, what?” He really didn’t mind correcting him – he actually sort of loved having to do it. It always made Steve so shy.

“Thank you, Daddy,” He mumbled, tipping himself forward to rest his forehead on Eddie’s shoulder. There was a hand in his hair, massaging his scalp, another reaching around him to rub up and down his back.

“You’re very welcome. Good boy,” Eddie murmured against his hair. “ My good boy.”

***

The second the infection had cleared up, Billy demanded he be allowed back to his cell. It was only agreed upon when he promised not to work for a week, to stay in his cell to rest, and to take it easy at all other times.

“No sex, Mr. Hargrove, unless you want to be right back here with torn stitches. Do you understand me? Even thrusting can do it. You’ve got to give it another week and a half, at least.”

He had grumbled at the terms, like he was a child being told off, but he reluctantly agreed because the nurse hadn’t explicitly said he couldn’t get off, couldn’t get blown. She’d just said he couldn’t have too much movement. If he stayed still and had someone else do the work, it would have been fine.

It had to be fine, because it was pent up in him by now and he needed a release – and to see if Eddie had taught Steve any pointers during his time away. Eddie had kept him in the loop somewhat, had told him he’d gotten Steve a teddy bear after hiding Billy’s had given him the idea, and that they’d gotten fairly close. Billy was eager to see if they’d gotten too close, but he knew there was no way Eddie had been stupid enough to have taken Steve’s virginity.

They released him on a Saturday morning, a time and day specifically chosen because Creel had the weekend off and he could have two full days to rest in peace and quiet without having to feel the anxiety that he would come and fetch him at any given moment.

He didn’t know what he was expecting to see when he reached his cell – a walk that took triple the amount of time it normally would have because of the pain that came with every step and the exhaustion he felt – but it wasn’t Steve curled up in Eddie’s arms on the bottom bunk, sunk against his chest with a little brown bear practically dancing on his own as he sung a little song, but it came to a stop when they realized the door had opened and Billy had made himself known.

“Holy shit,” Eddie bursted out, gently untangling himself from Steve to get up and throw himself around Billy in a tight hug. “About time. Jesus Christ, man. It’s been fucking forever.”

Billy wrapped one arm around Eddie’s waist, the other tangling in his curls. “Definitely feels like it,” He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to his head.

He was in a good mood, or an okay one at the very least. Eddie hadn’t expected it and the relief that washed over him was heavenly.

If he had been in Billy’s situation, trapped in the infirmary for a week because of a psychopath disguised as a guard, he thought he would have been broken. Creel would have snapped his– or Steve’s– psyche like a twig, just like he had Jonathan’s, but Billy was strong. Stronger than most. He knew how to protect himself and how to bounce back. He’d been doing it since he was seven years old.

“What did I walk in on?” Billy asked then, pulling Eddie off of him so he could duck down and look into the bottom bunk where Steve had stayed. “Miss me, Princess?”

“Steve was just explaining a movie to me. Came out a few months ago. Really popular, he said,” Eddie cut in so Steve didn’t feel like he had to answer.

“Oh yeah? Well, don’t stop on my account. I’ve been locked up a hell of a lot longer than Eds, I want to hear all the new movies,” Billy gave a lazy little smile before gesturing for Eddie to crawl back in on the bottom bunk. He didn’t hesitate to, climbing over Steve to smush between him and the inside wall before Billy took the spot on Steve’s other side at the edge of the bed. The three of them were packed together on the tiny little bunk, Billy rather conveniently pressing his crotch against Steve’s hip, but he didn’t try anything. At least not yet. “Go on. What film were you talking about, anyway?”

“Ghostbusters,” Steve mumbled, very carefully lifting the bear up from where it’d been trapped in between him and Eddie to put it back on his chest.

“Don’t think I’ve heard of that one. Was this guy acting it out for us?” Billy propped his head up on his elbow and looked at the bear, free hand slipping around Steve’s waist. He slid it beneath his shirt, wanting to touch the skin there, and Steve didn’t protest.

“Well, sort of, but–” Steve mumbled, heat rising to his cheeks. The hand gliding across his belly was gentle, soft. It felt good, like Eddie’s touch. “It’s stupid.”

“Says who?” Billy looked down at him. Steve couldn’t believe how soft Hargrove looked; there wasn’t any furocity in his eyes. He wasn’t trying to be intimidating or frightening and if anything he looked tired. “Because I don’t think it’s stupid. That should be the only thing that matters. You were singing something. Sing it again.”

Steve hesitated, turning his head to look at Eddie for a mix of both encouragement and permission. “Go for it,” He whispered to Steve. “No one’s going to make fun of you. You’ll get a sweet if you do it.”

Billy’s eyes narrowed as the words hit his ears, but not out of anger. He was simply perplexed. He knew Eddie had taken over looking after Steve while he’d been away, but he hadn’t anticipated him getting so far with it. Steve was looking to him for permission, for guidance, the same way Eddie had looked to Billy for so long – and still did.

After another moment of hesitation, Steve slipped back to what he was doing. He put on a little performance, singing the theme song that was the same as the title.

It made Billy smile.

***

“Harrington!”

Steve nearly jumped out of his skin when his name was called from down the hall. Billy immediately pushed him into Eddie’s arms, maybe a little too hard, not letting him leave the cell before going out on his own. Whoever wanted to speak to Steve had to go through him.

It wasn’t another inmate, though, instead one of the guards. “Harrington’s in here. What is it?” Billy yelled out, half out through the cell door and half in.

“Mail.”

Billy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and he glanced back at the men in his cell before taking the short walk down the cell block. He was playing a dangerous game by moving around as much as he had been – he’d been to the showers, too, and to the cafeteria to get hot water for noodles – but Argyle had given him strong painkillers and the pain had trickled away until he felt numb all over. Whatever they were, they were much better than the shitty ibuprofen Nurse Betty was providing him with every day.

It was an envelope, shaped like a card, and Billy plucked it from the guard’s hand. It wasn’t allowed, inmates collecting mail for one another, but anyone with eyes could see that Steve belonged to Billy now – including the guards.

On his way back to the cell, he tore it open and pulled out a birthday card. It made his eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

“Hey,” Steve blinked when he saw Billy with the letter already open. “You can’t just–”

“He can. And he does. He reads all of my mail, too,” Eddie murmured to Steve to try to shush him without actually saying the words.

“Just checking to make sure it’s alright for you, Stevie,” Billy glanced over to a fairly pouty looking Steve. “Who’s Dustin?”

“One of my kids. I want to see,” Steve tried to reach for the card, but Eddie grabbed and held his hand back. He would get to see it as soon as Billy decided he was finished with it. “I look after him, drive him to and from school, stuff like that. He’s thirteen. He’s friends with Nancy’s little brother. Met him through her.”

It hadn’t been bizarre for Nancy to pull him along to babysit her brother. Steve hadn’t gotten close with him, though, not like he had Dustin – Mike had always been standoffish, quiet. Nancy used to say it was because he was mourning.

“Holy shit,” Steve blurted out of the blue, and both Eddie and Billy looked at him. “The kids. Dustin, Nancy’s brother. They were friends with Will. Jonathan’s brother, the one that was murdered. We didn’t get together until he’d already passed on but she used to say Mike was so withdrawn because he was mourning. Will was his best friend.”

Billy plucked out something from the card, a polaroid, and held it up.

It was a picture of the three kids– Dustin, Mike, and Lucas– each holding balloons and making dumb, silly faces. Steve immediately reached out to take it, bringing it close to his face to look them over.

He’d been thinking he never would have heard from the little shits again. There was no way their parents would have let them stay in contact with a criminal – as far as Steve knew, they’d never written to Jonathan. They never even spoke about him, really. Never Will, either. He’d never had to bring them to buy a card, or to the post office. He had no idea who Jonathan even was before entering prison.

“You didn’t tell us it’s your birthday,” Billy handed the card over after another second. He’d send Eddie to grab Jon, who’d only been off of watch for a few days, and Argyle after they’d heard his explanation.

“I don’t celebrate it,” Steve muttered, eyes scanning over the card. Each boy had written something, though Mike and Lucas’ were short. Dustin’s message covered most of the card and it made him laugh out loud.

Of course Dustin would go on and on about how he was a badass and how they weren’t getting bullied in school anymore because all they had to say was that they knew someone in prison that would beat their ass once they got out.

He was glad they were taking it light heartedly.

“What do you mean, you don’t celebrate it?” Eddie asked, very gently using his finger to tip Steve’s chin up so his eyes were on him instead of the page.

“I haven’t really ever celebrated my birthday. My parents didn’t like birthday parties when I was a kid and they were never really around when I got older. So I just… didn’t. It’s just like every other day to me,” Steve revealed to the two of them, using all of his might to keep his eyes from dropping back down to the picture. He had no idea how the three children had even known how to write to a prisoner and he wondered, for a moment, if it was Nancy.

She may have told them he was locked away, or may have explained to them how they could write to him, but her name wasn’t anywhere on the card – not that he was expecting it.

“Well, Stevie, that’s not how birthdays are in prison,” Billy tossed the envelope onto the bottom bunk so Steve could use the return address on it. “Just because you may not have celebrated it before doesn’t mean we aren’t now.”

***

Jonathan couldn’t believe the photograph when he got to see it. The boys looked so grown up since he’d last seen their faces; he hadn’t seen them in a long time, not since Will had originally gone missing. Their parents and siblings had all helped with the search, the boys had zipped around on their bikes, determined to be the ones to find their friend.

Mike Wheeler had tried especially hard. He was out and searching from daylight to dark. Will had been his best friend since kindergarten, Jon had looked after him nearly as much as he had his own little brother. And then it was all gone the day they’d found Will’s body.

He’d lost his brother, the boys who were like his other brothers, his life, his freedom, his relationship with his Mom. Even if Joyce didn’t believe he’d done it, she never looked at him the same after he’d been arrested. The one time he’d asked her about it, she said it was because he looked too much like Will, but he could always tell when she was lying. He just knew there was a teeny tiny part of her that thought he was capable of doing something so heinous, the rarely seen part of him that had his father’s temper.

“Wow,” He finally murmured after staring at it a solid ten minutes in silence. “I can’t believe it. Mike’s so grown up. How do you know them again?”

“Mike is my ex’s brother,” Steve sat beside him quietly, so close their knees were touching. “I’d help her look after them and Dustin got really attached to me. He’s family. I spend a lot of time with him and his Mom.”

“So you were with Nancy Wheeler.” Jonathan got the story straight.

“Right. We didn’t meet until after everything happened, though. I never knew your brother,” His voice dropped lower and he could feel Jonathan cringe down.

Maybe it was too soon. He’d only just gotten off of watch a few days prior.

“She’s a nice girl. Really smart. Used to always stay and help clean up after Will’s birthday parties when they were little,” Jon smiled for a moment, but then it dropped. “That was the most time I spent with her. I wonder if she believes I did it.”

The pain in his voice throughout the last sentence left Steve’s heart torn to shreds.

“No. She doesn’t,” Steve reached out and took the picture from his hand to be able to hold it instead. “We talked about it, what happened. Mike was always so distraught, always acted like he hated me. When I asked why, she told me what happened. Said he was mourning. She doesn’t think you did it, man. Mike doesn’t either.”

But he didn’t know why Mike had never written to Jonathan. Chances were it was because their parents believed it, though, and wanted their son to stay far away from the Byers despite their history.

Jon nodded his head, clearly not convinced by the words. “Thank you for showing me. I really miss them.”

“You’ll get to talk to them again soon,” Steve murmured. “I’ll tell them I’m in here with you and they’ll all be writing right away, you’ll see.”

“I hope so, Steve.”

***

“So you get off on being in charge now, huh? On being Daddy instead of my little baby bitch?”

With Steve in the cell with Jonathan and Argyle, Billy had yanked Eddie outside of it to have a word with him about what had happened while he was away.

Eddie’s hands were pinned beside his head, Billy so close their fronts were touching. He forced one of his legs in between Munson’s, nudging them apart. If there weren’t any painkillers flushing through his body, the stance he had probably would have been painful. There would have been strain on the bruises covering his body and a little bit of strain to the stitches near his hole, but he admittedly forgot about it.

It was easy to forget when the pills were strong and gave him a soft buzz of a high. Not only did it take away his pain, but it made him feel good, too.

He couldn’t have cared less about who saw them. The guards would turn a blind eye, especially after knowing one of their own had gone a little too far with him. He would have some leeway for a week or two, could milk the guilt they felt to use to his own advantage.

“You wanna take over and have Stevie all to yourself?” Billy leaned in so his mouth was at Eddie’s ear. His tongue snuck out to tease the shell of it, breath hot against Eddie’s skin. “Do I need to remind both of you who really is in charge here?”

“No,” Eddie immediately shook his head, squirming a bit though he didn’t try to break free. He knew this reaction had been coming and had been building up inside of Hargrove while he played nice with the two of them. It was inevitable, he had been given time to come up with what he wanted to say, yet his mind still felt blank.

“No?” Billy pulled back to look at him with raised eyebrows.

Shit .

“No, Daddy,” Eddie corrected himself, but he knew it was too late. He’d already fucked up.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Billy scoffed before letting him go.

The only outcome that would have been worse than a painful punishment would have been being iced out again. If it wasn’t for Creel’s playtime, Eddie wasn’t even sure they’d have been on talking terms just yet. Billy would have forced him to grovel and beg for scraps of attention for too long to teach him a lesson.

“I like him. A lot. But I’ve just been trying to train him for you,” Eddie blurted, reaching out to grab onto Hargrove’s shirt to keep him from backing away. “Just listen, okay? He’s scared of you. Really scared. I’ve just been trying to make his transition easier. You’re not exactly the softest dominant to have for someone that has only had submissive girlfriends and you fucking branded him, Bills. He’s terrified to even breathe around you in the wrong way. I just thought we could work together on this. Make him into a really good pet for you. You do the rough stuff and I’ll be there to comfort him after. He’s fragile, he needs it. He’s not like me. You’re not going to be able to get him to turn into someone who likes pain. You have to treat him like Argyle treats Jonathan, and you know you’re not always into being real soft.”

Billy narrowed his eyes, but he listened to every last word. There were moments when he could be soft, but he was afraid of being vulnerable. It was when he was vulnerable that he was taken advantage of and hurt and he’d learned to shut that side far away. Providing gentle aftercare wasn’t his thing, not unless it served him some sort of purpose, lulled his pet further into his grasp.

“Keep talking,” he finally said, waiting for Eddie to continue.

“Think about how good you’d look to the other inmates if you let me look after him a bit. You’d be in control of another Daddy , you’d own someone else that’s in charge. That’s a whole other level of control, isn’t it? It’d make every other top in here realize they still bow down to you just like I do. Might stop some of them from thinking they can rise up against you.” He was trying hard to sound convincing, desperate to make Billy be okay with him caring for Steve, too. They’d made progress already — Steve looked to him for encouragement and confirmation that what he was doing was okay. “I can build him up while you break him down. Help you make him into a doting pet. And then you still have me to do all your extreme stuff on.”

Billy did like the idea of owning someone who owned someone else, but he wasn’t about to give Stevie up. “I’ll think about it. Everyone already knows you as my pet, Eds. They’ll think I’m losing my touch.”

“Then they don’t have to know. It’ll just be in private,” Eddie didn’t realize how much his voice had slowly shifted into a plea, but Billy did. And it had him even more intrigued than he already had been.

After another second of looking Eddie over, mentally chewing over his words, Billy grabbed his wrist and yanked him back into the cell.

“Out. All three of you. Now.” It wasn’t posed as a question, and Argyle raised his eyebrows a little. “Just want a second with Eds, Argyle. I’ll come get Stevie from you when I’m done here.”

“All good, amigo. C’mon, boys,” Argyle nodded towards the door and Jonathan was up quickly, but Steve was a little more hesitant.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Go on. You’re safe with Argyle. I’m sure Jonathan has some stuff in their cell he’d love to show you,” Eddie gave Steve a smile and a nod of encouragement. “We won’t be long.”

“Okay,” Steve nodded before his eyes went to Billy. It wasn’t until he nodded in return that Steve actually left.

Billy shut the door behind them, locking the two of them in. “You really like him?”

A wave of nervousness hit Eddie then; he wasn’t sure if he was about to be fucked, or beaten, or shouted at — or kissed, or held. He couldn’t gauge Billy’s mood and it was scaring him a bit.

“Well, yeah. But in a different way than I like you,” Eddie’s voice was quiet and he took a step back when Billy stepped forward.

“And why is that?”

Hargrove’s voice was softer than Eddie expected, like he was actually trying to communicate rather than explode with anger.

“Because he’s sweet. And he’s gentle, and he’s scared, and he’s naive. He’s also a fucking goofball that’s actually hilarious if you get him in the right mood,” Eddie murmured, and this time when Billy stepped forward, Eds didn’t take a step back. “When I tell him he’s a good boy his eyes light up like he’s come back to life and it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. His heart is the biggest heart I’ve ever known and he just wants to be loved, Bills. And he wants to love. He wants a family. Just like me and you. I can give him that. We can give him that.”

Billy was close enough to reach a hand up to cup Eddie’s chin as he spoke, his thumb rubbing over his jaw.

“I’m not taking him away. He’s yours. I’m yours. I just want to care for him with you,” Eddie’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Please, Bills. I haven’t asked for anything in so long. I’ve done everything you’ve ever said. Please .”

There was a long moment of silence before Billy was pulling Eddie in for a kiss by the chin. “Alright,” he mumbled against his mouth. “But I’m Daddy. You call me Daddy, Stevie calls me Daddy. You have to be called something else.”

“Really?” Eddie pulled back enough to look at him and make sure he was being serious. When Billy nodded, he crashed their mouths together again. “Thank you, Daddy. I owe you one.”

“You always owe me one, baby. Always.”

#harringroveson #harringrove #mungrove #steddie #harringroveson fic #harringroveson au #stranger things au #stranger things fic #prison au #tw: daddy kink #tw: prison #cat and mouse #my writing

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I'm not sure how I'll continue it yet, but this is the infamous pastel grunge punk!Steve I ended up writing instead of tentacles, so enjoy XD

Sparked by this beautiful post

By @discodeviant because while I was reading, Beggar's Song by Matt Maeson started playing in my head.

Steve looked into the backroom bathroom's cracked mirror and fixed his hair for the seventh time in the last thirty minutes. It was practically a ritual at this point when he was nervous. Well, maybe it'd become his lucky thing after tonight.

He brushed the hair away from his face and clicked his tongue ring pensively. From one side, his new haircut still had his usual thick brown voluminous waves with highlights that nearly brushed his shoulder. From the other side, he'd had it trimmed down into a disconnected undercut and dyed baby pink. He'd originally been planning on dying all of his hair pink and getting both sides shaved, but had chickened out. He'd still been thrilled by the outcome though.

Or at least he had loved it just this morning. But would everyone else? Had he made a mistake and fucked up one of the only good things about him-

A fist banged on the door and Robin's voice came through the door. "Come on, dingus, you're already pretty. Stop spiraling and let's go!"

Steve smiled and let her in. "Aw, Buckley, I'm pretty? Even pretty enough for you?"

Robin snorted and wrinkled her nose. "Don't push it. Now get your ass up on stage before it escapes those pants and makes a run for it. You're never going to throw those out, are you?"

Steve looked down at his worn thin jeans and yeah, maybe they were a bit tighter than usual in the ass, but their new apartment had a lot of stairs, okay! Despite it being almost more holes than pants, they were comfortable and definitely something his parents would never have let him wear when he'd still been under his dad's thumb. So of course that made them his favorite.

He turned and washed his hands once more. Robin let out a choking noise and pointed at his ass. "That's a new hole."

For a split second, Steve thought she was talking about something else until she poked at a spot on his ass not covered by the pants. There was a new hole in his jeans that showed off a not small peek of his ass and thigh. But it was low enough that Steve wasn't too worried about it.

"Buy a guy dinner first, jeez." Steve teased her.

She just slapped his ass. "Yeah, sure, I know a great little place on Easy Street called Cafe Puttana."

"Did you just call me a whore in my own mother tongue, Buckley?!" Steve gasped dramatically. "And maybe if you dressed like this more often, you'd stop having to resort to handing out free drinks to get a girl's attention." Steve hip checked her as she giggled at him and opened the door. "Now let's get this show on the road before everyone notices their favorite bartenders are both missing. My public awaits." He adjusted his pink jean vest over his Nirvana t-shirt as he stepped out, still picking, still-

"Your 'public' is a bunch of drunks, punks, burnouts, and half dead partiers." Robin hugged him from behind just before they got to the stage in the bar. "So don't let the nerves get you. Just have fun and sing me a song, piano man."

That got a genuine laugh out of him. "I'm no Billy Joel, but I'll see what I can do, uptown girl."

Robin went up on stage to announce him. She hyped him up as best she could given her audience and got a not too bad round of applause. Steve wasn't expecting much, this was a gig he'd just gotten only because he worked at the bar and the band that had been scheduled to play had canceled. He usually worked as their bartender and he was good at it. He probably wouldn't have gotten either job if Robin hadn't stepped up to bat for him.

Steve practiced his breathing exercises as the players they could find on such short notice got ready. He stepped up on stage, gave a friendly wave to the regulars who recognized and cheered for him.

He took a seat at the piano he'd had to tune himself before the show because it got so little use.

"Hey, you bunch of vagrants and drains on society." His words were met with proud hoots and hollers. "It's me, Steve, your favorite bartender." This was met with a loud boo from the bar, Robin playfully heckling him.

"That bunch of assholes the boss hired canceled, yeah, I know. So you get me instead, aren't you lucky? Usually you have to buy a drink to get to listen to my dulcet tones." Steve grinned as the crowd booed, whistled, and catcalled. "So enjoy the music, I wrote it myself. Yeah, that's right, fuck you, I have layers. Or if you don't like it, just shut the fuck up and enjoy the view you bunch of pervs." More catcalls.

Steve signaled the players and waited a moment, waiting for his cue, as they played the intro. They weren't bad for only two days of practice.

Jesus, come talk to me

I am but a blind mess, I am wild and free

I know that I need us more than I need me

One more whiskey, I am wild and free

Steve started playing as he continued singing.

Oh, but I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

Oh yeah, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

Steve didn't hear any hecklers, not that he thought anyone was that willing to get on Robin's Shit List, but he still didn't dare look up.

Oh, my mother Mary, come walk with me

I am on four drugs, I am wild and free

I know that I failed less, the less I knew me

Wander through the darkness, and come walk with me

Steve felt good about the beat and the band seemed to be really getting into it.

Oh 'cause I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'll be damned if I let it keep me down

Ay, yeah

Yeah I'm a beat down washed up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'll be damned if I let it keep me down

Yeah, yeah

He timed his breathing as the band trailed into the chorus.

Oh yeah, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah, yeah

Steve nodded and belted the post chorus.

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

We sing a beat-down, washed-up beggar's song

And we sing it even louder when the money is gone

Because we'll be damned if we let it keep us down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down, yeah, yeah, yeah

Steve blinked his eyes open when he felt a bit of an echo- no, there were people singing along. He recognized Robin's off key voice and smiled. Steve sang out the lyrics with his whole chest.

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

You know that it's not over

It's okay to let yourself hurt

Swimming in the murky water

Won't you come on out? Yeah, yeah

He could hear a lot more voices raise with his as he sang the last chorus as the band tapered off. "Come on, beggers!"

We sing a beat-down, washed-up beggar's song

And we sing it even louder when the money is gone

Because we'll be damned if we let it keep us down, yeah, yeah

Oh, I'm a beat-down, washed-up son of a bitch

I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent

But I'ma be damned if I let it keep me down

For an embarrassing moment, Steve thought he might fucking cry at the roars from the bar. Yeah, it was a few dozen regulars, drunkards, and partiers blitzed out of their minds, but it was leagues above his self doubt's worst case scenario. He had to swallow hard more than once before he felt confident enough to talk into the mic again.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it, you assholes?" Steve knew he was probably smiling like an idiot, but it was hard to care. "Give a hand to the band, they had like two days to fucking practice my crap, holy shit."

The bar clapped and yelled for them. The band looked pleased with the positive attention and a few waved back. One flipped off the audience much to their delight.

"Now, the rest of the songs are covers, the good shit, I promise." Steve announced. "So spend your fucking money, don't forget to tip, and enjoy."

They ended up playing some Nirvana, a little The Clash of course, Dead Kennedys, Siouxsie and the Banshees, through in a Motley Crüe song, and topped it off with his beloved Queen.

To Steve's honest surprise and giddiness, there was a demand for an encore of Beggar's Song. He led them through it one more time before ending for the night. Closing time was in less than an hour and he wanted to help Robin out with last call.

They got a decent amount of tips that he let the band take the lion's share of, but still got a sweet fifteen bucks on top of the thirty his boss had already paid him. He'd be able to buy some pretty good food for him and Robin this month.

That's all I got for now!

The backstory is Robin and Steve moved together somewhere after Robin got kicked out for coming out to her parents.

Maybe she stayed with Steve until her parents told his parents and they called to tell him to send her home, whatever. Robin and Steve decided to strip whatever they could from the house, sell it, sneak into her room while her parents were gone to pack, and they rode off into the sunset.

Now they have a shitty apartment, jobs at a shitty bar, and they've never been happier. ❤

I have plans to bring Billy and Eddie into it later.

Two Nights Ago

Robin: I volunteered you for a gig

Steve: I've only sang in front of you!

Robin: it's time to fly, I'm kicking you out of the nest, dingus

Steve: does this make you my mama bird?

-Robin throws a pillow at him-

Steve: how could you do this to your child!

#harle hums #they're little shits and i love them #robin buckley #steve harrington #punk steve harrington #punk steve au #future harringroveson #future metalsandwich

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